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mylovelies-docx · 1 year ago

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Sorry, I Love You - Part 12

I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for this.

Plot: You and Bucky have a good thing going - best of friends that also have more than a little chemistry between the sheets. Everything is fine until you develop feelings for the man who doesn't want a relationship. What will happen when Bucky finds out?

C/W: Angst (!!!), murder, blood, guns, violence, death.

(I PROMISE EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY! You've just gotta trust me.)

Word Count: 2,724

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He can’t take the silence any longer. You should have been home hours ago.

All his texts go unanswered and his calls go straight to voicemail. You’ve had late nights at the HYDRA base, but never this late – never an early morning kind of late.

He knows you’re capable. Knows that you’re one of the strongest people, the best agent, the best everything, but something doesn’t feel right. He can’t feel you. He knows that’s stupid – that he isn’t psychic or empathic or whatever he’d need to be to feel someone’s presence when they’re not in the room with him, but he’s always felt you.

He can feel you down in his bones, his body unable to forget your voice, your laugh, your smell, your body beside, on, under his own. There’s no one in this universe that he knows better, that knows him better, than anyone else.

Used to know. Until he fucked it up. Until he fucked everything up and drove you away. Drove you so far away that you weren’t even on the same continent for months, that you never picked up the phone and called him, that you didn’t send any silly texts at 2 am like you used to. He was too embarrassed and ashamed of his reaction to contact you first. He thought it’d be too impersonal to apologize over the phone and admit how scared he was when you confessed to loving him and how sorry he is for what he did afterwards.

That’s why he sent Steve and Sam to bring you home: so that he could see you again and explain himself to you and hopefully confess that, yes of course he loves you too. He was so nervous as he watched the quinjet approach, worried that you wouldn’t like his outfit, or the stubble on his jaw, or his new haircut that he got for you because he remembered how often you’d run your fingers through it and comment on how hot you thought shorter hair would look on him.

But then he cornered you in that hallway. Felt his heart break as you told him that you got over him, that you didn’t love him anymore and never did in any meaningful way. You assured him that you could be friends again if that’s what he wanted.

Of course that’s what he wanted. Of course he wanted to be friends. But he also wanted everything else – what you had before that night at the movies and what you could have had after. He wanted the date nights, and forehead kisses, and hand holding. He wanted the quick fucks, and makeout sessions, and love-making. He wanted all of it with you.

He still does.

But you don’t.

He will forever regret the words he said to you that drove you away and dissolved the love that you felt for him. He will never forgive himself for taking away your future together. And after that disastrous conversation with you about Petre, he feels like he’s gone right back to square one. He doesn’t know what to do with his emotions and can’t express himself properly to save his life.

He knows what you said, knows the meaning behind the individual words you spoke to him last night: that you and Petre are not together in any way. But Bucky knows that isn’t what Petre wants – knows that Petre wants you in a way that Bucky used to have you, that Bucky could have had you, and more. Because Bucky sees the way that Petre looks at you, the way his eyes follow you around the room as you say hello and chat with his family when they’re around.

Knows that Petre has already asked his mother if she knew of anything else about you before he moved forward with a proposal, if there was somewhere specific he should do it, what else to bring besides his grandmother’s ring. Petre had been across the room with Tessa during this conversation, but Bucky’s serum-enhanced hearing picked it up and he knew that Petre was head-over-heels for you because how could he not be?

He’ll also never forgive himself if something happened to you at HYDRA. Your argument from last night has been lingering between the two of you, and he doesn’t know what to do to fix it – it’s just the actual process and action of initiating that conversation and exposing his squishy insides to you that causes his brain to shut down and his mouth to spew out stupid shit. He knows that you would never turn him away for being vulnerable, but just the way he’s acted when feelings have come up… it leaves a sour taste in his mouth and he’s sure it’s left one in yours as well.

But you were supposed to call him at lunchtime and he would have said everything he’s been bottling up right then and there. Would have blurted it out because god damn him and his stupid mouth because every time he’s tried to bring it up, he’s fucked up and he hurt you. He doesn’t want to – can’t do that to you again. If you had just called when you said you would, it would have all been cleared up by now and you’d be home and hopefully in his arms and, and, and.

But you didn’t call. You’re not home. Bucky hasn’t apologized.

He’s already called Steve and requested backup – he’d rather be safe than sorry. Now all he’s waiting on is –

His phone that he’d left faceup on the countertop before him beeps and the screen flashes with a notification. Tony finally sent the link to track your location, letting him know where you’re at. Before his heart can even beat again, another message scrolls across the top of his screen.

That’s all Bucky needs before he races out the door, not even bothering to grab a coat before the door slams behind him. Tony’s second message burns behind Bucky’s eyes and makes it hard to think.

Hurry. Something’s not right…

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The ATV Bucky ‘borrowed’ off one of the neighbors is perfectly capable of getting someone where they’re going, but Bucky grew frustrated with the speed as soon as he raced away with it. He’d have been happier on his souped-up motorcycle, roaring down the roads and sending gravel flying, but it’d be impractical on the freshly fallen snow and hilly terrain.

His heart stutters in his chest every time he looks down at your tracker’s location and doesn't see it moving. There’s no way you’d be sitting idly in one spot deep in the forest, nearly 20 miles away from the HYDRA base and the house you’ve been sharing with Bucky. The home the two of you have made since arriving.

He thinks of how the two of you should be at the house now - fast asleep, maybe in the same bed if he’d found the right words to tell you what’s been going on in his head, why he was being such a asshole yesterday and how he never should have said any of the shit he did – or at least phrased it better, correctly.

Every time Bucky remembers your fight last night, he feels the air leave his lungs and a fist form in his throat. The way your face had crumpled when he said you could be together again but then immediately shifted into a flat stare, no emotion evident when you told him that he was the reason that could never happen. Your broken voice when he tried to approach you again when he followed you home. The wrenching, muffled sobs he could hear you trying to smother across the hall as he laid there wide awake, his own tears soaking the pillow.

If Bucky could turn back time, he never would have asked you to be friends-with-benefits. His emotions were all over the place and he was still relishing his freedom, his autonomy that had been returned to him. He didn’t think he wanted any kind of committed relationship back then because he thought it would suffocate him, make him feel like he wasn’t his own person anymore, that there was someone that he had to answer to again.

He should have known that you wouldn’t have made him feel that way – that you are the exception to every rule and that you always helped build him up, never once did anything that made him feel suffocated or out of control. He’d been the one to initiate your friendship, he’d been the one that sought you out for no-strings-attached sex. You’d only ever been there for him, followed him when he needed to get away from the others, listened when he needed to talk to someone. Loved him when he didn’t want to be loved.

And what did he do with that love? He threw it away, crushed it under the sole of his boot in that alley way, let you walk away from his life when you should have worked it out together.

When he’d finally gotten his head out of his ass and realized that all the late nights, deep conversations, the comfort and warmth he felt in your presence: that was love. He didn’t recognize it at the time, but he knew that you were important to him, that you were the only one he could spend so much time with and not become overwhelmed. It took you leaving for him to realize everything that you did for him, all the support you offered.

He spent a lot of time with his therapist after that. He used to be so angry at you and he knew it was unfair, that it wasn’t logical to be so mad at someone for falling in love, but he was. His therapist listened to his deepest, darkest, most wretched feelings about you, about himself. They helped him to realize that he wasn’t mad at you, that he was only frightened of the love you had for him and the feelings that brought up in him. He didn’t realize he found himself so unlovable and broken that he didn’t think anyone could love him like that. Could love him like you do.

Did. Love him like you did until he ruined that love like he always knew he would, deep down. It took a lot of time and effort, but he finally understands what he feels for you.

But now it might be too late.

Bucky is only a mile out from your location when he hears the barking of dogs and men yelling to each other. He pushes the ATV faster, dodging between trees and ducking under branches. Seconds later, Bucky sees lights bouncing off of a decrepit shack and agents wearing HYDRA uniforms scrambling around.

He takes one hand off the handle and pulls his pistol from the waistband of his pants. He clears the treeline and jumps from the vehicle, ducking and rolling onto the ground. The ATV flies forward and knocks down one of the agents. They all turn to investigate the commotion, and Bucky starts firing.

He shoots one, two, three people off of their feet and they collapse onto the ground in pools of blood. Realizing at this point that Bucky is a threat, the others around the cabin pull their weapons out and aim for Bucky. He clears the next six with one shot each, leaving only two standing and no bullets left in his magazine. Bucky launches the empty pistol straight into one of the assailant’s temples, sending him sprawling. At the same second the pistol leaves his hand, Bucky sprints at the remaining HYDRA agent and slams his metal fist into their face, blood and bone splattering.

Grabbing the gun from this last agent, Bucky grips it in his fist and enters the building. Pivoting side to side, there’s no one immediately in his line of sight. He can see blood spatters around the room, in front of the bookshelf and desk, and a pool of it right in front of him in the archway between rooms. Bucky can hear someone just on the other side of the wall and he adjusts his hands around the gun, finger hovering over the trigger.

Quickly rounding the open archway, Bucky finds his worst nightmare.

He sees you lying motionless on the ground, your warm, red blood steaming as it puddles around your body. A HYDRA operative stands over you, gun poised and ready.

Without another thought, Bucky unloads the weapon. He riddles the final agent with bullet holes, ensuring that their finger will never pull the trigger on you. He doesn’t watch as they fall, instead running towards you with only one thought in his head: Please. Please be alive.

Bucky reaches your body where you lie on your side, facing away from him. He quickly rolls you onto your back and watches as your head lolls from the motion.

“Y/N,” he calls hoarsely, placing his hands on your cheeks and patting quickly. “Y/N. Doll, wake up.”

Your eyes remain closed and you don’t move. Heart in his throat, Bucky places his fingers on your neck.

Nothing.

“Oh god,” Bucky whines.

Nausea roils in his stomach as Bucky places his hands one over the other on your chest, fingers interlocked. He begins compressions, forcing your heart to circulate what little blood remains in your veins. He feels your ribcage creak and groan under the pressure, knowing he will break bones but hoping the effort will revive you.

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

Bucky removes his hands from your chest and uses them to tilt your head backwards, opening up your airway. He clamps your nose shut and presses his lips over yours, forcing two breaths into your lungs. He returns immediately to chest compressions, counting up to thirty again and repeating the process.

“Come on, doll. Come back to me.”

It feels like hours that Bucky crouches over your body, working hard to manually pump your heart and keep your brain oxygenated. He doesn’t know how long you’ve been without a pulse, but he’ll do anything to give you a chance at survival.

A loud whirring sound comes from outside and Bucky can hear boots hit the ground. He panics for a second, wondering how he’s going to keep you safe while also keeping you alive, until he hears Steve’s voice.

“Buck? Y/N?!”

“In here!” Bucky yells frantically.

Multiple people come barreling into the kitchen where Bucky is administering CPR. Shock and dread wash over everyone’s faces at the sight in front of them, but Bucky doesn’t have time for them to stand around. You don’t have time.

“Help her!” he cries, lungs and muscles burning. “Please!”

Natasha tries to rush forward, but her booted leg slows her down. Steve and Sam collapse on either side of your body, Sam pushing Bucky out of the way to start his own compressions. Bucky thunks to the ground, his body exhausted from the fear and effort of the last little while.

Wanda runs in, using her powers to suspend the regeneration cradle in the air and bring it over to you. Tony and Nat help Steve and Sam lift you up off the ground and into the machine as Bucky watches your cooling blood drip, drip, drip from your body.

Wanda’s face is wet with tears as she picks the cradle back up with you inside. Using a pulse from his palm, Tony blows a hole in the kitchen wall. Scraps of paper fly off the table and land near Bucky. Wanda takes you directly outside and into the waiting quinjet, Nat and Tony running alongside her.

A blast of cold air from the open wall slams into Bucky and chills him to his core. He looks down at himself and finds his hands and legs covered in blood. Your blood. One of the pieces of paper catches his eye as it turns red where it lays on the floor. He scoops it up gently and tries to make out what is written.

Bucky can tell instantly that it is your handwriting, but it’s nearly illegible now. He can barely make anything out, and what he can rips his heart to shreds. A wet hiccup tears out of Bucky’s throat and his hands start to quake uncontrollably as he stares at your words.

In case these are my last words,

Don’t be sad. I wish that I could have spent the rest of my life with you. I just want you all to know that I love you. so , so much.

“I’m too late,” he whispers. “She’s… she’s…”

Steve and Sam grab either of Bucky’s arms and drag him to his feet.

“We’ve gotta go, pal,” Steve says. “We’ve gotta get her to Helen!” Nodding his head, Bucky allows his friends to lead him outside and onto the jet.

He watches you lying in the cradle, not moving, the entire way home.

Part 13

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forever-rogue · 2 years ago

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eeeeeeeeeee!!!!! bee if you write for Javi sunshine G, I was thinking about him and a shy reader where they’re both fools in love who don’t know the other is in love and this cute prompt I saw the other day

when you are nervous and avoiding eye contact with your crush or lover and they suddenly stand closer to you and whisper, "look at me."

because if Javi G did that I would pass out, his puppy eyes are too much 😭

AN | Oh yes, he is absolute sunshine and this called for a love confession 🥰❤️

Pairing | Javi Gutierrez x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | PP Characters, Main

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“You’re being ridiculous,” you were looking between Javi and the garment bag he was excitedly displaying to you. You didn’t even have to see the name on the bag to know it was outrageously expensive. That was Javi though, he never went halfway on anything or spared any expense.

“I am always ridiculous,” he stated simply as though he completely missed the point of your statement, “but this is for you. And it’s rude to refuse a gift.”

“Under normal circumstances I would agree,” you tore your gaze away from his in the mirror and turned around to face him directly, “but this is…I can’t accept this, Javi. It probably cost more than what I make in a month.”

“It does not matter,” he refused to take no for an answer and push the bag into your hands, “it is a birthday -”

“My birthday isn’t for weeks-”

“An early birthday present,” he scoffed playfully, putting a finger under your chin and turning your face towards his, “which you will wear to your birthday party.”

“Birthday party?!” your mouth dropped open, “Javi - no.”

“Javi yes,” he insisted with that big, sweet smile that you adored almost more than anything, “it is already happening - it is all planned. All you have to do is come.”

“You’re doing too much for me,” you softened slightly at his insistence, “are you sure about all of this?”

"Of course I am," he put the sleek, silky bag into your hands and turned you around to look into the mirror. He put his hands on your shoulders and stood right up behind you, "and you will stop arguing with me. Si?"

"Si," your entire body felt like it was on fire when your gaze caught his and he offered you a sweet smile, "gracias, Javi."

"Anything for you, sweet girl," he pressed a kiss to the side of your head and your legs felt like they were turning to jelly from the tender gesture, "I must get back to work, but you will join me for dinner later, yes?"

"I couldn't refuse even if I wanted to," you shook your head affectionately at the man, "so yes, I'll be joining you."

"I'll text you the details later," he grinned happily before turning to leave your office. Before he could duck out the door, he waved eagerly. You returned the wave and laughed as you listened to him whistle his way down the hall.

It wasn't long before Coco, your friend and coworker, knocked on the door before popping into your office. She was all bright eyes and smiles as she pointed at the garment bag, "that man is in love with you!"

You almost choked on your water and ended up having a small coughing fit at her words. You felt your cheeks grow hot but shook your head, "definitely not. You know Javi, that's just how he is."

"Javi is generous," she agreed, "but not 'drop an exorbitant amount of money on a custom made dress on just anyone' generous."

"Custom made?" your heart sank further into your stomach just imagining the price tag.

"Yes! That design house only makes customs," she gushed and went over to the bag, looking between you and the zipper she was desperate to pull, "he might as well propose already. Imagine that engagement ring!"

"We're not even dating," you groaned. You'd imagined it plenty of times but knew that it would never be your reality. It wasn't like that with Javi, and you'd never have the courage to ask him out, "besides, it's not about the money."

"I know that, and so does he," she insisted, "he's a good man but also generous. The two are not mutually exclusive. He likes to spoil so let him."

"Coco-"

"Please let me see the dress," you almost gave into her big, puppy dog eyes, "pleaseeeee."

"Not a chance," you shook your head in amusement, "you'll just have to wait and see it-"

"At the birthday party Javi's throwing for you," she finished and you snorted in amusement, "he's already sent the invites and I've already RSVP'd!"

"Dios mio."

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You held your breath as you studied your reflection in the mirror. There was no way that girl was you. And yet…when you met her eyes, it was you. You'd done your hair and makeup to your liking and then put on the dress from Javi. And it…definitely looked like it was made for you. Well - it was, but still. It was incredible.

It was your favorite color, fitted just how you like it, just long enough to not be inappropriate and highlighted all the things you loved about yourself. It was…magical. It fit like a glove and made you feel amazing. You wished you never had to take it off again. Luckily, you also had the perfect shoes to match. It all felt like some sort of magical fairytale.

You’d gone to Javi’s house to change before the party, and even he hadn’t seen you just yet. You could hear the buzz from all the people downstairs, and knew that the party was in full swing. Javi really had gone all out, and the idea that he had done all of this for you made butterflies practically explode in your stomach.

When you knew that you couldn’t stall any longer, you steadied your nerves as best as you could before leaving the room. As soon as you took the first step out of the guest room, you were stopped by some of Javi’s staff, gushing over how wonderful you looked. You were just trying not to let it all go to your head.

You headed downstairs and outside to the courtyard, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, but it really was no use. As soon as one person spotted, they began to cheer and the rest of the guests followed suit. Well. So much for a quiet entrance.

But none of that seemed to matter because the only person that you saw in the sea of others was Javi. You had managed to spot him easily and effortlessly across the space, watching his entire face light up.

“Thank you,” you had to look away from Javi before you somehow spilled your entire heart to him. You held up your hand in a small wave, “thank you all for coming - this is so wonderful. And thank you, most of all, to Javi for putting this all together. Javi, you are a stubborn but kind-hearted man, and I can’t thank you enough for everything that you do. Cheers to you.”

You could practically see the dark pink rise up in his cheeks as the attention turned over to him. He grabbed a glass of champagne and held it up and just when you thought he was going to make a big toast he looked at you and simply said, “salud.”

After you took a sip, you were half tempted to run away and hide among the crowds, but you knew that wasn’t an option. He would find you one way or another; and while that idea made you nervous, you also really just wanted to spend some time with him. You hadn’t seen him for a few days and that made you miss him despite the short separation.

After throwing back the last of your drink, you set the flute down and walked towards Javi. Before you could even say anything, wrapped his arms around you and pulled you tightly into his warm body.

“Felicidades mi amor,” and oh. That sent a pleasant shiver down your spine as you felt him press his lips to the crown of your head. He pulled back and ran his hands down your arms, before giving your hands a squeeze, “you look…amazing does not even begin to cover it. There are no words that could adequately describe how you look.”

“Javi,” you felt bashful and started at your feet, chewing the inside of your cheek, “thank you for this dress, this party - everything. This is all so kind of you, and I really appreciate you. I mean, more than appreciate you. I hope you know that.”

“Hmmm,” he hummed in content as he put his arm around your waist and led you away to the edge of the courtyard overlooking the sea. You felt your entire body practically vibrating with energy as you tried to keep it all together. Still averting your gaze, you relaxed slightly into his touch, wondering what he was thinking. It was like he knew exactly what was on your mind. Javi took your hand in his and squeezed it to get your attention, “look at all the stars.”

You did as he asked and felt breathless when you looked at the pretty inky sky glittering with so many stars, “it’s beautiful.”

“And yet still not nearly as beautiful as you are,” this caused you to gasp slightly as you allowed yourself to look at Javi. He had the biggest smile on his face with the softest eyes and you just couldn’t take it, “nobody and nothing could ever come close.”

You cleared your throat and looked away, blinking back the tears that started prickling at the back of your eyes. Your heart wanted to believe that what he was saying was said in a romantic way, but your head didn’t allow you to do that.

You felt him move closer - the little bit that he could - and he nudged you gently, “hey. Look at me.”

You did as he asked and looked up at him, “Javi?”

“You must know how I feel about you, si?” he touched your face, gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek. You knew how you wanted him to feel, but the reality was a different thing, “I have thought about this moment so many times. How I would tell you everything that I feel for you…it seemed so much easier in my mind.”

“How you feel about me?” you echoed as he nodded, “what do you mean, Javi? How do you feel about me?”

“You must know, amor,” he was nervous, you could easily see that. You looked up at him with eyes that made him melt and shook your head, “n-no?”

“Tell me?” you asked softly, “please.”

“I’m in love with you.”

Oh. Oh. Oh?

“Come again?” you asked softly, trying to stifle your nervous laughter.

“I’m in love with you,” he looked at expectantly and when you didn’t say anything his heart dropped into your stomach, “I-I should not have said anything…I clearly have overstepped my boundaries and you do not return my feelings-:”

“Javi-”

“I did not mean to make you feel uncomfortable…”

“Javi-”

“I should not have assume your kindness meant that you think of me as anything more than a friend. If I have made you fell-”

“Javi!” you finally snapped him out of his stupor and he looked at you with wide eyes as though he almost didn’t understand what you were saying.

When he blinked at you in surprise, you took his face in your hands and leaned up to press a gentle - but questioning - kiss to his lips. It took him a moment to catch up but when he did, his entire body lit up.

He put his hands on top of yours and kissed you back eagerly and passionately. Neither of you wanted to break apart, but you hesitantly pulled back when you needed a breath of air.

“Do you see how I feel about you too?” you whispered, still half believing that you had imagined all of this. But when you felt him playfully take your face in his hands and pepper kisses all over your face, you realized that this was all very real.

“You are in love with me as well?” he asked tentatively as you nodded eagerly, “you never said anything!”

“I was nervous,” you confessed, “and never thought you’d feel the same. You never said anything either!”

“I was nervous too,” he admittedly shyly, “but I could not wait any longer. I had to tell you before the opportunity to do so would have passed me by.”

“I would have waited,” you promised and this caused his heart to swell, “you were worth the wait, Javi.”

“So were you,” he beamed, brighter and warmer than the sun, “can I kiss you again?”

“You can kiss me whenever you want,” the two of you exchanged shy smiles and tender touches, “if that sounds good to you.”

“That sounds perfect to me, amor.”

#javi gutierrez #javi gutierrez x you #javi gutierrez x reader #javi gutierrez x fem!reader #javi g #pedro pascal #the unbearable weight of massive talent #tuwomt

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gucciwins · 2 years ago

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it’s a date...maybe

Word count: 1975

A/N: hi!!! so the talk show blurb got a bit of love and some of you wanted a part two so here it is. I hope you like it, please let me know if you do. it would mean so much to me. happy reading, amores!

You were nervous.

Your time in London will be limited for now. There were interviews you had to do, the job of promoting was never short. Having a new film debuting soon and doing interviews with the cast of The White Lotus, your schedule was booked and busy that does not mean you didn’t have time for coffee.

After the surprise facetime call on Jimmy Fallon with Harry Styles, they stayed in communication. We sent a few texts back and forth until Harry confessed he felt he wasn’t the best at texting, so we resorted to talking on the phone. It felt juvenile, but you liked the intimacy it brought you. Harry’s voice was soothing, and you found yourself hanging onto his every word. When there were moments of silence, you’d ask him another question because you loved hearing him talk. Harry seemed to catch on after a bit.

“Not that I don’t like telling you about myself, but I want to hear from you,” he told her over facetime, having finished a story about the secret present they got his mum, and he, of course, spoiled minutes before she could open the gift.

You look away bashfully from the screen, “I like your voice,” you confess. “I find it soothing, could listen to you all day.”

Harry giggles, “that’s a relief, means I’m on the right career path.”

You chuckle. He was so smooth; it all seemed to come easy to Harry. When Harry asked you a question, your mind went blank because he still made you nervous. You’re not sure if you had that effect on him. It didn’t seem so.

Talking on the phone was less intimidating than meeting in person. Harry had proposed a date to meet for coffee in a shop near his house. Dinner was what he had initially proposed, but it seemed your schedules were booked in the evenings. So, Harry proposed coffee and promised it wasn’t one of those chain coffee shops and that there would be good coffee and pastries.

He hadn’t called it a date, but why did it feel like one. He simply wanted to meet you, that is all. You were mutual fans of each other and would be getting coffee, that simple. Yet, your hands could not stop sweating. Having lived in London for a few years, you were thankful you listened to your mom when she said to get your license. It made getting around from place to place more accessible and allowed you not to rely on anyone.

Walking into the coffee shop, you walked in and instantly relaxed. Only two people were inside the shop, not counting the employees; one was Harry. He was sitting at a corner table with a view of the garden of flowers the shop had out front. He was quick to stand up when he realized you had walked in.

“Y/N, hi.” He greeted you and raised his hand for you to shake while you opened your arms for a hug. You both froze for a second, and he laughed when he saw the panic on your face.

“I’m sorry, that was so rude of me.” You run a hand down your face, embarrassed, hoping the ground would open up and swallow you. “My mom’s a hugger, and it seems I am too.”

“I could go for a hug,” Harry answered generously.

You allowed yourself to meet his eye and saw he was telling the truth. He opens his arms for you to walk into, and after double-checking, you wrap your arms around his waist while his hands settle on your back. It’s a warm embrace, and you quickly find yourself sinking into him. You aren’t sure how long the hug lasts, but you break it when you feel you’ve invaded his space for too long.

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Harry.” You tell him, taking a seat across from him.

Harry grins, and you melt in your seat when you get a flash of his dimple. He had a perfect smile, and it made you wonder what his lips could possibly taste like. You pushed away those thoughts because here you were, meeting Harry for the first time, and were thinking of kissing him.

“You as well, Y/N. It has been lovely getting to know you,” he shares.

You nod in agreement, “it’s all thanks to you for saying yes to surprise me.”

Harry scratched his eyebrow, and it’s then you noticed a red tint take over his face. He was blushing. “To be honest, I did it hoping to meet you.”

You bite back a smile. Harry has you feeling like a teenage girl wanting to squeal at his every word. “Well, it seems you succeeded.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask if you wanted a drink.”

“Think introductions were more important.”

He taps his fingers against the table, his rings glimmering through the bit of sunshine peeking in. “Do you trust me to choose a drink for you?”

“Hmm…” you ponder it for a second. “Yeah, I trust you.”

Harry gets up, promising he’ll be a few minutes. You take the time to get a look at him. He’s dressed casually. In laid-back ripped jeans, a white top, and a pale yellow cardigan. His large green jacket hanging off the back of his chair. You see him chat with the barista, sharing a shy grin, waving goodbye, and leaving a tip in the half-full tip jar.

“Madam, this is for you,” he places a cup in front of you and one for him. Then places two pastries on the table, a cranberry score and a brownie. “Both treats are vegan. Hope that’s okay.”

You thank Harry as he settles back down across from you. You hide a smile as you see Harry observing you, taking a sip of the coffee he got for you. You hum in appreciation. It’s perfect, exactly how you take it. He seemed to remember what you liked when you mentioned having coffee with a friend, it was one of your earliest conversations.

“It’s perfect. Thank you, Harry. How much do I owe you?”

Harry waves you off, “my treat.”

You raise your coffee as a cheers to Harry. “Thank you.”

You don’t let the fact that he paid for coffee go to your head. You’ve treated your friends to coffee and never considered it a date. It’s fine you’ll enjoy coffee with Harry, and then both go your separate ways.

Harry offers you the first bite of the brownie, and you let out a quiet moan at the taste filling your mouth. You feel your face flush, knowing that Harry heard you, his cheeks now red as he takes a piece of the scone. Before you can apologize, Harry asks how your stay in London has been and where you’re planning to go next.

Conversation with him flows effortlessly. It is as if you were reuniting with an old friend and not meeting for the first time. Harry told you how close he is to his mother and sister and how he doesn’t go home as much as he wishes but makes sure to call them once a day. He shared about his growing car collection. You share about having an older brother, and Harry laughs, saying you both can relate to being the younger sibling. You go on to tell him about the first time you got a tattoo, drunk with your best friend but don’t dare tell him the placement, just that the morning after was something you laughed at for the longest time.

Being with Harry is a nice reminder that you can be the biggest fan of someone and sometimes forget to see them as a person or expect something from them. Harry, when he’s on stage, he’s this charismatic, sexy rockstar that has you dying for a moment with them, but that’s Harry Styles. The Harry sitting in front of you is shy, kind, and beautiful. He gives you his undivided attention, always staring into your eyes. It’s the safest place you could be. You’re thankful he reached out to give you a chance to get to know him.

You don’t know much he knows about you or if he’s read tabloids on you. The fact that you’re constantly seen going out with people from men to women but never confirm anything because most times it’s you with a friend or a family member, but the tabloids don’t care. They sell the story they want, not the truth. The fact is that you don’t play into tabloids. You live your authentic life because it’s tiring hiding from cameras all the time. You rather keep being yourself every day because you’re already someone else when you’re in front of a camera acting.

“You’re really funny, Harry,” you tell him after sobering up from the joke he just told.

Harry’s grin widens, “wish you could tell my sister that.”

“Call her up, tell her right now,” you joke.

He giggles, shaking his head. His phone rings signs that he just received a text message, and it’s the first time he glances at his phone and catches a look at the time. He sighs. It’s clear the bubble the two of you were in has popped, and you now have to go back into the world.

“I had the loveliest time with you, Y/N. Don’t think I’ve spent two hours in a coffee shop since my time in Japan.” He shares as you both get up and put your coats on. The workers had stopped earlier and cleared your table.

“Oh, Japan,” you raise an eyebrow in question. “You’ll have to tell me about that sometime.”

Harry blushes, but you’re not sure why he only nods, promising he will. You walk in front of him, Harry right behind you. His hand hovers over the small of your back, and you find it sweet that he’s considerate enough to help but respect boundaries. You give the workers a quick goodbye, and Harry follows you to your car.

He stands in front of you with his hands tucked in his pocket as you both wait for one of you to begin the goodbye.

“I had a nice time with you as well, Harry.” You remembered you didn’t repeat the sentiment inside, too intrigued by Japan.

“It was a nice first date, I think,” his face is quick to flush red, but his eyes remain locked on yours.

He was smooth.

Thank goodness you’re an actress because you’re able to hide the shock of him calling your time together a date. You take a step closer to Harry and give him a sweet smile, “it was really nice,” you promise him.

“I hope we can do a second date before you leave at the end of the week.”

You think about it for a second, not wanting to seem eager, but know you fail when Harry catches the smile that bloomed on your face. “I’d like that.”

“We could do dinner?” He suggests.

“Are you cooking?”

Harry laughs; he runs his hand down your arm until he reaches your fingers he gives you a light squeeze. “If that’s what you’d like.”

“I could bring dessert,” you offer. “Oh, and wine.”

“Can’t forget the wine.”

Harry leaned in, giving you a kiss on your cheek. You felt warm inside, god he was smooth. “I’ll call you tonight.” He promises.

You hum in acknowledgment, still lost in the haze of his lingering kiss.

“Drive safe, Y/N darling.”

“Have a nice walk home, Harry.”

They walk away from each other with large smiles on their faces. They’re so lost in their heads they fail to notice the paparazzi snapping photos of them from across the street.

It seemed they’d have something else to navigate together.

feel free to send me a message of what you loved, what was your favorite part and if you want to see more of them 💜

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kpophubb · 2 years ago

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❥ 𝖳𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 // уαηց วυηցωση ♡

ᰔ 🄶🄴🄽🅁🄴: 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 ♡ [ 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ]

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Yang jungwon was everything- smart, popular, handsome, the reputated class leader who had the best grades and the highest amount of admirers. But if there was anything your best friend was bad at, then that was him being so dumb at acknowledging your romantic feelings for him. He’s been your best buddy since the first year of high school and despite your numerous attempts at conveying your love for him like asking him to be your prom date, leaving anonymous letters inside his locker, always insisting on going out with him on weekends, this boy was so oblivious as to how you truly felt about him.

although these failed events had left you frustrated many times, you learned how to suppress your disappointment and act like nothing happened infront of jungwon. You were grateful and glad that you still hung out with him most of the day, however, when bees like fangirls would swarm around him with confessions in the hallway, you were awfully ticked off and all you felt like doing was tearing him away from them by claiming him as yours. However, love wasn’t always in two directions and he wasn’t “yours” so you watched with clenched fists from a distance as the most popular and prettiest girl in your college supposedly asked him out today.

She was everything you weren’t- the hot topic of the school, the president of the dance club, the teacher’s favourite girl with such a pretty face and goddess like figure. Although you hated to admit it, she was perfect in every way and this fact only made your blood boil even more as you watched her take steps closer to your beloved jungwon. She had a sweet smile on her face, and let her flowy hair loose to get his attention. You were standing at the doorway of the classroom, facing jungwon’s back so you couldn’t see how he was reacting, but the dread of him accepting her proposal because she was the one everyone swooned over in campus made your stomach clench. Thus, unable to witness this painful scenario by yourself, you shut your eyes closed and walked out of the college building angrily.

Throughout the whole day, you avoid jungwon. It was not that he’s done anything to you, but the pain of your unrequited feelings was eating you away. So you wanted some space to yourself cause you knew seeing his beautiful face that you so dearly loved today would make you tear up and the last thing you wanted was to create a drama inside school campus and lose your friendship by blurting out something insensitive.

jungwon makes several attempts to talk to you, though. From coming to the cafeteria with your favourite juice in his hand to have lunch with you to calling out your name in the hallway that you pretended to not hear because you had “earphones” on, he tried everything. But it wasn’t helping him, cause you found every excuse to pretend like he didn’t exist before you. Heck, you didn’t even know his answer to that proposal but the dreadful gossips of your classmates shipping them and swooning over the confession made you feel so sick that you couldn’t help but react this way.

“Y/n! Wait!” You hear a familiar soothing voice call out to you as you walk back home alone from your tiring day at college after the sun has set. “Don’t ignore me hey?” Jungwon yells out now, panting after you and finally grabbing your bag to halt you.

“Atleast tell me what I’ve done wrong, my y/n.” He says in a soft apologetic voice and the way he addresses you as “my.” makes you gulp immediately. Although it was a casual way your best friend and you addressed eachother whenever you were mad, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies of love swarm back inside your stomach again. You were in love with yang jungwon, and everyday you were reminded of this warped reality.

“..Nothing happened jungwon. I just don’t feel good.” You brush his hand aside saying so, locking eyes with him in the process. His calm, starry eyes and perfectly carved angelic face making you gulp from familiar surge of feelings crawling back inside your throat. Yang jungwon was the epitome of comfort in your life ever since he stepped in it. His caring nature, gentle voice, selfless personality and his dimpled smile won your heart in seconds since the first day you’ve seen him. And your love obviously deepened from the amount of times you spent with him as your best friend. Cause it was impossible to spend everyday with him, without wishing to permanently make him your everyday, every second and every lifetime.

For the last three years, you guys have gone through the highs and lows together. Amusement park dates, laughing at endless inner jokes, sneaking out together to take midnight strolls and pulling pranks on classmates, watching a parade of movies together, doing assignments at eachother’s homes and being one another’s constant support system. You couldn’t help it if one day your heart started yearning for more of that touch to linger on your skin, more of that face closer to yours, more of that voice ringing and reverberating inside every cell of your damn body.

your conscience is brought back to reality from your magical time dreaming when you get shivers from feeling his finger brush against yours. You forgot for a split second that the boy you were dreaming about was right beside you and now, he was scanning your fingers with his.

“You’re so cold y/n.” Jungwon whispers gently before intertwining his hands with yours in the empty streets. His hands were warm and big, and made yours feel so incredibly warm and comfortable.

Before you could protest and take out your hands, he turns you around in his direction, pulling you closer to his chest whilst your hands were still locked. His hazy and admiration filled gaze scans your eyes and face and he begins to redraw one of his hands to take off his jacket for you.

“You know how much you mean to me. So please don’t ignore me cause no matter how cheesy it sounds..you’re the one..person in this world I can’t be without.” The boy before you stutters with rosy cheeks, as he drapes his jacket over you to keep you warm. His jacket smelled strongly of vanilla and sweetness, just like his presence and closeness right now.

“But..you’re gonna be cold too.” You say concerned, to which he-

scoots in closer to your body, giggling and lacing his arms around your waist underneath the jacket and pressing your bodies together with a half suppressed laughter.

“This way we’re both gonna be warm, ey?” he chuckles cutely.

Damn. That laughter was so beautiful you could swear you just fell in love with him even harder.

Now that there was only centimetres apart between your faces, you could feel his paced breaths landing on your cheeks and heating you up from within. Your heart was pounding abnormally loud against your ribcage and overcome by the temptation and longing for him that you were fighting back all these years, you lift your hands up to cup his cheek. Maybe tonight, with one move you would end your life in seconds or maybe you’d fix it well forever, but right now you were willing to risk it all because you couldn’t think straight anyway.

Beginning to trace your fingers against his jaw, your breath hitches even more from the way you feel him twitch wherever your touch lands. Your thumb caresses his chin and finally, you stop it on his soft lips and stroke the sensitive area.

“There’s another place that feels cold jungwon.” you confess, bringing that same finger now to your lips, indicating it to the boy standing before you to tempt him and pass your request.

Jungwon freezes momentarily with wide eyes in disbelief at first. But soon, he gives you the shyest smile you’ve ever seen before proceeding to reassure you rather smugly.

“Mhm I think I’ve been dying to help that.”

And with that, those plush, soft lips of his come crashing down to yours. You part your lips in anticipation, and within a second he intertwines his lips with yours and starts tasting your addicting sweetness. Tilting his face and stroking your back before pressing you inwards towards him, he sucks your sugary lips as you wrap your hands around his neck to feel him deeply and passionately. He kisses you again and again, cupping your jaw and tracing your neck with his fingers delicately, momentarily looking into your eyes admiringly before going back to drench you in his mouth once again.

If you had any fear or misconception left, all of it dissolved with his saliva on your lips. You knew with the fierce and desperate yet calm way he kissed you, just how much he wanted and loved you back.

———-

After many rounds of kissing eachother in that empty chilly street, keeping the night sky stars as witness, he lifts you up on his back to give you a piggy back ride home. You guys both laugh at your shared moments of intimacy a few minutes ago, but his ears were still red from the dizzying impact.

It was crazy how he could be so weakly shy and so strongly romantic within the span of a simple second.

“Ooooh look at the calm and composed leader being so shy right now. If only our classmates would see this lovesick side of you huh.” You tease him while being on his back, pecking his ears and neck lightly to watch him shiver and chuckle mischievously against his skin.

“..stop..y/n. Or else I’m really dropping you.” He tries to threaten you but ends up in a defeated laughter and tickles your leg that was wrapped around his torso.

You spend the rest of the way, laughing and being goofy, kissing him some more on his cheek and making fun of him and at the end both of you hum slow love songs together like young and heartfelt teenagers experiencing true and wild love for the first time.

♪” You came into my life with no warning. Like a flash of light, and I was doing fine but as you came in, I watch my future rewrite. It's just you and me. With the world beneath our feet, we can see for miles up here, we can go wild up here, It's just me and you. See, I like you a lot. You make me buzz like an astronaut. These feels I can't shake off, I'm in your orbit and I will never drop. It’s just me and you with the world beneath our feet.” ♪

—————

After fifteen long minutes, you finally reach home and as soon as you close the door behind you, jungwon sweeps you off your feet and carries you all princess style on his arms while giving you a playful grin.

“I think we have scores from before to settle y/n, don’t you think love?” He teases, now dashing towards your bedroom and spinning you in circles to make you dizzy and laugh some more at your helplessness.

But the moment you reach infront of your bed, before he can drop you he trips from your continuous movements and you fall right into the bed. Him on top of you, you on bottom under his sturdy cover and your foreheads bang with eachother in a loud snap.

“Ow owh owh JUNGWON!!” You whine squealing in both excitement and pain simultaneously.

“Oh no. I can fix your pain tho.” He tries to flirt (but obviously fails bc he’s too cute to flirt) and immediately begins kissing your forehead gently. He tucks the loose strands of hair behind your ear dotingly and now presses your forehead together and closes his eyes, the move that you involuntarily follow.

“I love you y/n. I love you as my best friend and now..I love you more as my girlfriend.” He chuckles but keeps a serious tone and you feel every bit of his genuine love echo inside your body and send shivers down your spine.

“I love you more yang jungwon.” You whisper, lifting his face up and looking inside his sparkling eyes, etching into them your confessions that bear no lies. His skin was your canvas and your kisses were art, and now? You knew you needed to use the brush, your lips to depict your painting of your fairytale love.

You connect your lips with those sweet and cushion-like lips of his, tasting his sugary mouth and letting yourself drown entirely in the way he felt and tasted. Intoxicating like wine, syrupy as honey, pleasant like summer breeze and addicting like drug. You feel your senses alight like fireworks the moment his wet lips trace down from your lips to your cheek and neck, as he begins sucking and kissing all the sensitive areas of your collarbone and shoulders.

Jungwon only stops when he hears you gasp and that’s exactly when he looks up at you and connects his gaze with your dreamy one.

“Yang jungwon. If only you knew how much I loved you all this while.” You confess, caressing the mole above his jaw.

“And if only you knew how much it was reciprocated.” He smiles adoringly pressing a gentle peck on your lips.

But as a response instead of your words, you part your lips again to let his in and you drown yourself in his taste again. And this time..your whole body shivers as you feel his tongue slide inside your mouth and his hands hovering above your waist and tracing your bare flesh underneath the material of your cloth. You pull him closer on top of you and now, he presses your wrists against the pillow above your head as he explores deep inside your mouth and claims each spot as his own with his intoxicating tongue.

Maybe tomorrow you were gonna walk up to the college as his girlfriend and get to know from your classmates how jungwon had rejected the girl yesterday and already told her how much he loved you and had only eyes for you. But right now, there was nothing more you wanted to feel than him kissing you..everywhere.

Yang jungwon really made you feel everything. Comfort, love, happiness, peace, promise and most of all..magic. And right now you knew there was no one else in this world who could make you feel this loved and appreciated other than him.

And right now, you knew there was nothing in this world you wanted to feel and kiss other than,

Those sweet and promising,

love dripping and addicting,

cherry lips of his. 💋

———————————————тнє єηԃ

🄰/🄽: 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌! ^_^ 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗂𝗇 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌/𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗌 & 𝖺𝗌𝗄𝗌! <𝟥

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amillieaway · 2 years ago

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prompt: I’ve been cursed

“So, how’d it go?” Draco’s hopeful gaze met Hermione’s as she entered their shared office. He was leaning towards the door with rapt interest. An uncommon sight for a man usually reclined in his seat, feet kicked up on the table because mandatory Ministry work was utterly beneath him.

“Not good.” Hermione slammed the door with the heel of her boot, tugging self-consciously at her jumper sleeve.

“Care to elaborate? Granger?!” Draco shot up to his feet. “What happened?”

Behind her desk, Hermione folded over her arms, weeping.

Draco stood above her, frozen. His arms were stretched as if to touch her but he’d paused midway, uncertain. A strange sensation burned his stomach, like someone had punched him swiftly in the gut. Hermione was usually so settled. Irritated more than half the time. Bossy the other half. She did not weep or hide her face or make sniffly whale noises. Draco was at a loss for words. And anyone who knew Draco knew he was never at a loss for words.

He shuffled around. Eyed the door, contemplating escape. But her blubbery sob nailed his feet to the floor. He should have taken the meeting himself. “Granger… if you would just tell me what happened, maybe I could… I mean… is there anything I can… I mean… why are you crying… I mean…”

“I’ve been cursed! And it’s all your fault!”

He was stunned. “The old hag cursed you?”

She jumbled up her left sleeve, revealing a black tattoo covering her forearm in intricate moving swirls. “She said I was impure.”

Draco felt the blood drain from his face.

“Not because I’m Muggle-born!” Hermione looked disgusted, reading him like an open book. “Apparently I’ve been marred by love.”

“Your pardon?”

“She said that I’ve been deceitful in dealing with her because of my alliances to a Death Eater. I told her you were only a colleague. And she cursed me for lying to her. She claims you’re in love with me.” Hermione looked livid, which would be reassuring because it was a Hermione-mood Draco knew well. But this was not okay. He wasn’t in love with her. Well. If you called mere admiration love. She was a competent supervisor. And decent lunch conversation. Plus she looked cute in business casual. Especially when her legs were out and she had heels on, those strappy ones that clasped around her dainty ankles. But that was all. Admiration. And fine. Maybe he‘d been a little distraught when she went on a date last Friday. But only because he had to finish their Knockturn Alley restoration proposal alone. One they’d decided was best she present solo because his former Death Eater ties may seem dishonest.

“I’m not… I mean… I don’t think… I mean… how would that even be your fault?” Draco was burning up. Blood was roaring through his ears. He wanted the ground to swallow him up. Granger’s tattoo was moving like a current in his direction.

She looked away, manic curls covering her expression. “Shesaidilovedyouback,” she cough-sniffled.

“What?”

“Which is completely untrue. I told her you were merely good office company. More competent than half the idiots I’ve worked with in the past. And fine. Maybe I like your hair. Is that such a crime? Besides, a well-dressed man is always nice to look at and….”

Draco tuned out her rambling because her cough-sniffle confession was catching up to him. Did she say: she said I loved you back? Or: she said I left you bad? Surely the second made no sense. But the first was even more unusual. Because she wouldn’t. Ever. Would she?

Draco reached for her cursed arm.

“Don’t!” She tore back but it was too late. His finger had grazed her wrist.

Tingling ensued, crawling up his fingers and down the length of his arm as if it had been asleep.

Hurriedly, Draco took off his blazer, flicked his shirt cuff open and rolled up his sleeve. A matching tattoo crept up his arm, its current rushing toward Hermione like a magnetic force. A loud thumping noise echoed in his ears like a heartbeat, except it was quicker than he was used to. He placed his hand on his chest, realizing it didn’t match the vibrations.

“It’s mine,” she confessed, watching him bleakly. “I can hear yours too.”

“Mine?” He swallowed.

“Your heart. The curse, it binds two people together. She said it was one thing to deceive her. But deceiving ourselves was uncouth. It’s meant to be eye-opening.”

“Eye-opening,” he repeated hoarsely.

“She expects us to return with the proposal a month from now. Together. If I manage to make a decent fellow out of you then she’ll help us with the Knockturn efforts.”

“A decent fellow out of me?” Draco scoffed. He was perfectly decent, thank you very much.

“Someone who cares about another’s feelings more than his own,” she elaborated. “She says you’re conceited and selfish.”

“Does she now.”

“That you’ve only ever cared for those who share your blood. She wants to see you care for someone else.”

“If she claims I’m in love with you, doesn’t that prove it?”

“No. You haven’t done anything besides give into your feelings, and even then you’re in denial. She wants to see you change…” She looked up at him with bloodshot eyes, a pained expression on her face. “She doesn’t think you would ever publicly love a Muggle-born witch. That you still think I’m beneath you.”

“That’s not true,” Draco cut in, hating the look in her eyes. She believed the stupid hag. “Come with me.”

Curious as always, Hermione didn’t need much convincing to follow him out the door. Taking the lifts down to the atrium, they entered the bustling hall.

He stopped amidst a sea of commuters, fireplaces roaring, heels clacking, shoes squeaking, papers shuffling, chatter all around, and beneath it all, if Hermione paid close attention, she would hear the pounding of Draco’s heartbeat as he took her into his arms and kissed her in front of everybody.

In a month, the hag will discover a couple so deeply and openly in love that when she offers to remove their curse, they’ll request she leave it be. The physical connection seems to be useful during certain nocturnal activities of their own.

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somerandommess · 1 year ago

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Maxiel au.

Almost 2000 words

Inspired by something I had quite the laugh about ‘help I accidentally called my potential sperm donor sobbing and now he doesn’t want to do that anymore. What do I do’

content warning: mention of mpreg

As it neared the end of Daniels 30th birthday, he found himself sitting on the floor of his kitchen with his back to the cupboard. Micheal and Blake were there too, passing a bottle of scotch between them. Daniel stopped drinking a while ago but still had that level of drunkenness where his tongue was loose .

“Do you guys ever think about having kids?”

Blake, who was bringing the bottle to his lips paused and watched him dead on. Micheal did the same.

He felt uncomfortable under their gaze and shifted, trying to play it off as the cupboard handle digging into his back.

Blake put the bottle down, “What?”

Daniel looked away, “I mean children. Little sticky hand, snot nosed kids.”

Micheal grabbed the bottle and passed it to him, “Where’s this coming from DR?”

Daniel picked at the label on the bottle.

“I don’t know, I mean I’m getting older. I know my mum wants more grandchildren and I just- I thought I’d be married with at least two kids by now”

Micheal and Blake said nothing, the silence made him uncomfortable.

He likes children, he knows that much. He loves being an uncle, but sometimes he thinks about having his own little child to laugh at when they fall down. He was in a relationship before and they talked about children. He and the guy had been together for four years but he left when Daniel brought up kids. Daniel was going to propose, so guess he dodged a bullet there.

Sometimes he dreams about curly haired children running wild in his mother’s backyard. In the dreams they look like him but in a weird distorted dream way. There’s also a guy there with them, tall and blond. His ex was blond so he thinks it was him. Ironic.

He always wakes up sad from those dreams.

“You could get a donor,” Blake says. Micheal finishes the bottle and nods his head aggressively.

Daniel watches them wide-eyed.

“What?”

“A sperm donor, there are clinics in Monaco that do that.”

Daniel laughed, “You’re joking,”

Blake fixed his stare on him, “I’m serious”

“Mate I’m not having some random guys baby just because I want kids. What if he’s a ginger?” He tries to joke but his heart is racing a mile a minute. All of a sudden he’s stone cold sober.

A sperm donor? Really? Actually, it’s not the craziest thing. He’s not drunk enough for this.

Micheal chimes in, “Maybe you could have a F1 drivers baby. I heard some of them have done it. Or a doctor,”

“What if he tries to, I don’t know, reach out? Isn’t the point to be anonymous?”

Blake fixes his glasses, “Actually, some places ask if you want to meet the person. Or if you want to be totally anonymous. It’s up to you.”

“How do you know so much about this shit?” Micheal asks.

Blake shifts and tries to stretch out his leg, “I just do.” He pulls out his phone and starts typing something.

Daniel watches him cautiously, “What are you doing?”

“Sending you clinic options for you to research or go to, incase this isn’t just a drunken confession and you actually want to do this,”

His phone pings and he sees that he sent him three clinics close to him to try. His heart pounds. He’s just a semi decent artist, whose work has been featured in museums. He can’t even make a proper omelette without burning the sides, and he’s thinking about children? Christ, what was he thinking?

Micheal seems to sense the mental battle that he’s having and places a hand on his knee. “Hey, we‘ll support you no matter the choice”

“Yeah. You don’t have to go or do anything,” Blake puts the phone away, “but if you do, you’ll have Micheal and I to help”

Daniel feels his eyes watering. “Thanks guys,”

They sit in silence for a while. He checks the clock on the wall, 12:10 am. His birthday is over.

“I think I’ll go,”

“I’ll obviously be the favorite uncle,”

“I think Scotty just shuddered at the thought of that actually, and he’s like halfway around the world right now”

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Two weeks later he goes to one of the clinics. It had the best reviews out of the ones Blake sent.

He meant to go earlier but a museum called and asked to feature some of his work in an exhibition. He couldn’t say no. They also said they’d pay extra if he could procure a new piece so he spent many nights coming up with something perfect.

He walks in and goes to the counter. The receptionist is an old lady with…brightly colored hair. She smiles up at him and he explains why he’s here. He’s given some forms to fill out and he goes and sits in one of the chairs.

As he’s filling out the form, his stomach twists. He’s actually doing this. He considers just running out but he made up his mind. He wants the sleepless nights and the early mornings. He wants this. It doesn’t help that he and Michelle spent an entire two hour call just looking at baby clothes.

A nurse comes out from the back and calls him into one of the rooms. The receptionist, Gertrude as her name tag says, smiles at him as he goes inside.

When he enters the office, the doctor gets up from her chair to shake his hand.

“Good afternoon Daniel, I’m Doctor Felix but you can call me Janine if you’d like,”

He shakes her hand and greets her. She has a warm smile and kind eyes. He sits in the chair and relaxes immediately.

They start talking about why he’s here and other important stuff.

Financial and living situation, the procedure, and the donor process.

“Some donors actually leave their name and contact info just incase the recipient wants to meet or needs support,”

She types something on her keyboard,

“Though most just stay anonymous. Are you interested in keeping contact with your potential donor?”

He shrugs and looks off to the side. He hadn’t thought of it. He thinks he’s capable of raising a kid on his own. And it’s not like he’ll be completely alone, with his Mum and Dad, Michelle, Micheal, Blake, and Scotty.

Maybe he’ll keep the number, just incase.

When they’re done, she sends him off with some pamphlets and a date to come back.

He heads out and even though Gertrude is attending to another person, she waves him goodbye.

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When he comes back, he ends up getting the contact number for his donor.

Max V.

He doesn’t plan on using it. He knows the clinic will notify him something along the lines of ‘Hey, this random guy is taking your sperm thx for your service’

So he doesn’t expect to contact him or be contacted.

His plan doesn’t completely work.

He’s been taking these supplements to do something. He can’t remember. Increase the chance of it sticking he guesses. It makes his hormones act up and sometimes, like tonight, makes him bawl hysterically.

He calls Micheal crying and doesn’t even give him the chance to speak before he’s rambling.

“Mikey I can’t do this. A child? What was I thinking! I can’t even cook! What am I meant to feed a baby?,”

He hears as if he’s about to say something but continues talking, “And don’t say that omelettes and oatmeal is cooking. It’s not! What about my art? I’m going to have to stop painting. The fumes Mikey!”

He pauses

“I’m going to have to go back to traditional!” He sobs some more.

“Or maybe photography. I always liked that,”

He collects himself. Micheal stays quiet. He takes a deep breath,

“Im just overthinking, the stupid hormones. It’s only going to get worse when i actually get pregnant. Let’s hope this Max guys sperm knows what it’s doing,”

Micheal is still silent.

“Micheal?”

He checks removes the phone from his ear checking to see if he’s muted. That would be embarrassing.

The phone screen lights up and-

This is not Micheal.

The name reads Max V.

“Shit.”

He blurts out a quick ‘sorry’ and hangs up.

“Fuuuck”

He opens WhatsApp and creates a chat with Max V.

Hey, I’m sorry about that. I thought you were my friend Micheal.

This is the guy who’s going to take your sperm btw.

Daniel

He cringes. So much for no contact. The message gets blue ticked and then Max V. Is typing.

Are you okay?

Mentally?

And. Ok, rude. Just because he had a crisis over the phone doesn’t mean he’s not ok.

He responds

Yes lol.

Max V. Is typing. But then it goes away.

Daniel locks his phone and runs a hand through his hair.

“Shit”

————

When he goes to follow up with Dr. Felix, she tells him that his original donor declined.

“What?”

“He says something happened recently and now he’s no longer a potential sperm donor… for you”

He blinks.

“Excuse me,”

He pulls out his phone and opens his chat with Max.

Did you really cancel my appointment just because I accidentally called you crying?

You called at 1 am, crying hysterically. Forgive me if I’m having second thoughts

Fuck you

He locks his phone.

————

“He really did that?”

“YES! So what if the hormones made me cry? That’s normal. Ugh. Asshole.”

Daniel shoved a piece burnt toast in his mouth. He chewed on the charred bread. He should really learn how to cook properly. But what do Babies know? They drink milk for like…ever! He has time to figure it out.

Blake watched him and cautiously drank his orange juice.

“I swear, if I ever meet him, I’ll give him a piece of my mind,”

Blake set the cup down and looked like he was going to speak before taking another sip.

Daniel narrowed his eyes, “What?”

Blake shook his head but mumbled something under his breath.

Daniel raised his eyebrow and kicked his shin under the table.

“Ow. I just- What if you…met him? Not to argue but to hear him out? Make him reconsider?”

Daniel pondered the idea. He took another bite of his burnt toast.

It’s not the craziest idea he’s had. No, that was moving to Monaco.

“Yeah, I could do that,”

Yes. He’ll meet Max and demand his sperm back.

Wait.

He’ll word it better.

He pulls out his phone and opens the chat.

————

probably many errors in here

Can you tell I know very little about this topic? lmao

Max is still an F1 driver, Daniel is an artist.

Maybe I’ll do a part 2 lol

#maxiel #maxiel au #Gertrude is actually inspired by a lady I met at work #she’s like 80 and has bright orange hair #I want to be like her when I’m older #I don’t actually have plans to make this a long winded fic #But in the end he and Max get together obvi and Dan doesn’t burn food anymore #Scotty hearing Micheal refer to himself as the favorite uncle:#I sense a disturbance #also in the end #he ends up not needing the clinic for the donation #if you know what I mean #wink wink

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waltermis · 2 years ago

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For My Love And Her Forever Person PT 5

MASTERLIST ↠ SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter 4

Summary: After you and Natasha break up, you decide to write a letter to her and her future forever person

Warnings: fluff

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

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Natasha looked up when she heard knocking on her car window. She saw you looking at her with a sympathetic smile and she rolled down the window slightly. “I’m fine, you don’t need to come and check on me.” She said, coldly.

“Nat-”

“Go away!”

“Nat, just let me in!” You pleaded, pulling on the locked car door.

“Leave me alone!”

“Just let me in and then I’ll go. Please Nat,”

“Go back to your gorgeous fiancée!” she snapped, finally turning her head fully. Her eyes were already swollen and bloodshot, while her nose was stuffed up and snotty but you thought she looked like an angel.

“SHE ISN’T MY FINACÉE!!!” You screamed, attracting the attention of other bystanders.

“W-What?!” Natasha asked, confused.

“She isn’t my finacée…” You repeated quieter. You heard the door unlock and you entered quickly, afraid that she was going to change her mind.

“B-b-but she said…” Natasha stuttered, hands shaking.

“She lied. She’s my best friend.” You reassured her.

“Why?”

“Why what?” You furrowed your eyebrows confused.

“Why did she lie?”

“Because…”

‘Because I still love you,’

“Because she was trying to protect me.” You said instead, mentally kicking yourself when Natasha slumped down further in her seat.

“You know… I spent 9 months looking for you. I searched everywhere. I barely slept, I couldn’t even contain my excitement when I found you. And then I found out about your ‘finacée’ and I could feel my heart break all over again. Just like the day you left.” You felt your tears slide down your face as Natasha continued. “I never cheated on you, Детка. I was there with Wanda because I was getting you something.” She confessed.

You looked at her confused, until she pulled out a velvet black box. “I kept this on me since that day… I was going to propose that night, but then Fury called and I had to hand him my mission report immediately. That’s why I was home so late, and the reason I was wearing my mission attire when I came home was cause I didn’t want Fury to know that I left beforehand. I’m so sorry, Детка. For everything.” You looked at Natasha confused, “Why are you sorry? I’m the one who should be sorry. God, I yelled at you Nat! I called you a cheater. Fuck! What was I thinking?! I’m so sorry, Natty!”

Natasha smiled at you, her heart fixing itself back together at the nickname you called her. “You know, even after all these months, I never stopped loving you.”

“Neither did I.” You whispered.

“I missed you.” Natasha said, pressing her forehead against yours.

“I love you so much, my love.” You whispered quietly, brushing your lips against hers. Natasha couldn’t wait any longer. She surged forward, pressing her lips hard against yours. You kissed with just as much passion, cupping her face with your hands. You missed her so much, the way her lips felt against yours, her strawberry cinnamon smell, how she tasted faintly like vanilla. You loved everything that made her Natasha.

You pulled away panting, pecking her lips repeatedly, causing the redhead to release an adorable giggle-like sound. “I love you so much, my forever person.”

“I love you more, Natooshie Ramenoff.” You said, causing her groan.

“You just had to ruin the moment, didn’t you?”

“Always,” You said, before surging forward and kissing her again.

She finally had you again, and she was never letting go of her forever person. Ever again.

THE END

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Chapter 4

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fic #avengers #avengers x reader #mcu #marvel #natahsa romanoff x fem!reader #waltermis

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helenofjupiter · 1 year ago

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assigning taylor swift songs to bridgerton couples (part 2)

with explanations that no one asked for (proceed with caution)

part 1 for a, b, c and d

eloise & phillip - i hadn’t even read the book and i knew paris was their song. i feel it captures their essence. “no, i didn't see the news 'cause we were somewhere else” while benophie are just as deep in the countryside, i think philoise truly don’t care about anything that goes on in the ton. “i want to brainwash you into loving me forever” i’m not sure why this line in particular stands out to me in context of their relationship. maybe because going into it they both had their agenda. also phillip constantly thinking he has to find a way to make eloise stay forever. “confess my truth in swooping, sloping, cursive letters” i think this one is self explanatory. secondly electric touch, i was hesitant about this one cause i’m just not a fan of this song sonically but the lyrics were too on point. “just breathe, just relax, it'll be okay // just the first time ever hanging out with you” - eloise sitting in her carriage on the way to meet a man who basically proposed to her without meeting once. from phillip’s “i've gotten used to no one callin' my phone” when eloise shows up and the servant’s “hey, we got a caller” and phillip going “wtf no one comes here, you sure about that”. also “i've grown accustomed to sleeping' alone” yeah eight years will do that. “i was thinking, just one time maybe the stars align, just one time and maybe I call you mine”

francesca & michael - so i have a story regarding this one. as i got to the second half of the book and the spice started flooding in, i felt like the need for some equally sexy music in the background and i remembered (honestly don’t know how i ever forgot) the altarpiece of taylor’s music false god. truly all the stars aligned, while i read the words “she felt cherished. worshipped. loved” miss taylor swift sang “we'd still worship this love”. other than that it does fall into the vibes category. tho if one day we are blessed enough to actually get their season i am expecting every social media feed to be drowning in edits of franchel to this song. but also alternatively to don’t blame me. again, sexy. well the spice in this book was just on another level and i also couldn’t figure out if taylor has a song about being in love with your cousins spouse for six years. i think this is more from michael’s perspective. i mean “i've been breaking' hearts a long time” he even broke mine by being fictional. “if you walk away i'd beg you on my knees to stay” michael stirling would absolutely do this and frankly i can’t stop picturing it. if we do get to them in the show some glorious day, this is my official plea to include this song in the soundtrack.

gregory & lucy - speak now is the somewhat lazy choice but have you read the prologue timed to this song. “i hear the preacher say, "speak now or forever hold your peace"” the church went silent “there's the silence, there's my last chance. i stand up with shaky hands, all eyes on me” the priest stopped his drone, and every spine in every pew twisted until every face was turned to the back. to him. “horrified looks from everyone in the room but i'm only looking at you” she said nothing, but he saw her. // she looked so beautiful. i rest my case. it was really hard to pick a song for them because there’s so many twists and turns in the book so my honourable mentions are haunted (when gregory convinced everything is solved and then lucy goes and marries another man) and daylight. finally i settled with ivy. “my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand, taking mine but it's been promised to another” i mean lucy has been promised to another man from the start of the book. it just fits them, okay (can you tell i’ve been writing this for four hours at this point).

hyacinth & gareth - dear god, hyacinth is my favourite character in the whole books series. i adore her but for the love of god i could not figure out what songs to choose for hyareth. it was truly a headache and if anyone has any suggestions, please do not hesitate to tell me. because they are such a chaotic and energetic duo, i wanted something that would fit them musically but ended up picking cowboy like me and peace. both are truly in the vibes category, i don’t have much of an explanation. in cowboy like me “and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up” felt kinda reminiscent of the whole polt line with gareth and his father who wasn’t really his father. peace has a little more substance to it. in my head this is more from hyacinth, she is wild and you will never get bored with her but she can also be a lot and tiring. “you know that i'd swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches. give you my wild, give you a child” this is who hyacinth is, she is a ride or die, and i truly believe she would sit in the trenches with gareth.

#bridgerton #eloise x phillip #philoise #francesca x michael #franchel #gregory x lucy #grucy #hyacinth x gareth #hyareth

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sohemotional · 7 months ago

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That Don't Impress Me Much - A Brittana Fic

Summary: The blonde dancer totally knew the effect she had on her. It was so easy to rile the dark-haired woman up and as she beckoned her closer with a finger, Santana kept gazing at her lips, making it so obvious what she wanted.

She leaned closer, knowing that Santana would feel her breathing against her neck and as she expected, there was a sharp, aroused intake of breath from the Latina.

She even closed her eyes, puckering her lips as if Brittany was going to kiss her.

As if.

“My name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go.”

Brittany is tired of being taken advantage of by selfish, egotistical jerks, so she makes a plan with her friend Tina that she can make some idiot fall for her and then ditch them after she has had her fun. Her plans backfire when she’s swept off her feet by arrogant yet surprisingly sweet celebrity Santana Lopez.

Rating: M

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***This is a companion piece to my other Brittana AU fic, "My Name Is No (You Need To Let It Go),” which you can find here on tumblr or on AO3

Brittany had just about had enough of fuckboys and fuckgirls.

There she was, sitting alone in a crummy little diner, all by her lonesome on Saturday night, her date nowhere to be found. Being the only hot, young blonde in fishnets, heels so high she was close to God, and a skirt so short it was probably illegal while surrounded by desperate bikers and hicks who licked their lips as they leered at her should have made her feel like she was walking through the valley of the shadow of death. Or maybe she should have felt the way those fish in her dad’s aquarium felt that time Lord Tubbington took up scuba diving as his new hobby.

Instead, Brittany was unfazed. As she water-skied down the highway of life, she had seen it all.

That one old Dolly Parton song her mother and Grandma Rose from St. Olaf used to like so much was playing in the background now. It made her pretty nostalgic for the good old days in the Pierce house. Sometimes Brittany felt this one should have been the soundtrack to her life, if she ever had to choose a replacement for “Candy” by Cameo.

Don't try to cry your way out of this

Don't try to lie or I'll catch you in it

Don't try to make me feel sorry for you

Just because I'm blonde

Don't think I'm dumb

Cause this dumb blonde ain't nobody's fool

When you left you thought I'd sit

An' you thought I'd wait

An' you thought I'd cry

You called me a dumb blonde

Ah, but somehow I lived through it

And you know if there's one thing this blonde has learned

Blondes have more fun

There was nothing Brittany loved more than sex and she knew she was the best. Hoeing was her hobby. If there were competitions for this, she would have won the Olympic Gold medal. In fact, she had won the kissing competition in Lima five years in a row easily, if that meant anything.

Sure fuckboys and fuckgirls were kinda fun, especially when she got them in bed for the fucking part of things but a girl needed some romance in her life too.

After the first few times, she was over them. No one could hold her interest and it seemed like she never held theirs. To them, she was always just stupid bimbo slut Brittany. Good for an easy lay but not for a relationship.

Sure she knew she was hot but Brittany was beginning to wonder why she was never the girl who got flowers or love confessions and marriage proposals made to her. She was never the girl who got her happily ever after.

All she wanted was a cowboy to ride her off into the sunset.

“Tina, he just left me,” She sobbed into the phone as she heard Mike muttering something to his girlfriend in the background that vaguely sounded like him asking where Brittany was. “I’m at the Little Alien Inn!”

So now she was crying because she got ditched again.

“Bad bitches don’t cry.”

At least, that was what Tina told her when she and Mike stopped by to take her home but Brittany wasn’t so sure she was a bad bitch at that moment.

Mike and Tina each grabbed one of her arms, all about dragging her out of the diner in her bra and skirt when she had started to take off her clothes and perform a strip show on top of a table as she often did.

“You must think I’m such a mess.” Brittany sobbed, mascara running down her cheeks. Tina and Mike who were accustomed to picking up Brittany from sleazy bars and motels weren’t particularly surprised by any of this.

“Oh Britt, it’s not you. It’s that vile idiot. You don’t need any of them! Just be your hot girl self. You’re an independent woman who don’t need no man or woman! Hot girl summer and all that.”

Brittany wasn’t so sure about that at the moment. She felt like a codependent woman who was very much in need of a man or woman.

“Maybe Room Temperature Girl Summer?”

Tina shook her head, a long-suffering expression on her face, snorting out an incredulous, unladylike laugh as she passed another tissue to the blonde. She was so accustomed to Brittany’s oddball personality that she had come to expect comments like that from her. Apparently noticing that her tall, blonde friend was moping the night away on their couch with a pout on her face, she took pity on her.

“Here’s an idea: make a game out of it. Make some fuckboy go all crazy for you next time and then you ditch them when you’ve had your fun and laugh in their face.”

“Oh this, I’d pay to see.” Mike chimed in from across the room.

A mischievous smile tugged at the corners of Brittany’s lips as she thought her friends were making a good point.

That night, something hardened inside of her and changed for her.

Tina was right, it was time she had some more self-respect and Brittany began to realize how much more she was worth than just a quick lay in the backseat of someone’s car until they moved on to the next girl.

——

She got her confidence back pretty quickly because if there was one thing about Brittany it was that she didn’t stay depressed for long.

So the next week she was slinking around The Pussy Cat with feline-like confidence and agility, ignoring the men who gawked at her, hissing and cat-calling as she passed by. She didn’t have a care in the world.

Who cared about girlfriends and boyfriends? She was just there to have fun with her friends. So that’s what she was going to do.

She was having such a great time that she really did forget about her troubles.

Then she felt her burning gaze on her from across the room. The stranger in question was a Latina with black hair, equally dark eyes, glowing dark skin, and a very slim but toned build. Her long hair fell in perfectly tousled dark waves.

She didn’t take her eyes off of Brittany once and had her jaw dropped as she took in the sight of the blonde. The blonde had never seen such a clear demonstration of “undressing someone with your eyes” in action.

Brittany couldn’t deny that the woman had this powerful, commanding aura about her.

She paid absolutely no mind to it, humming to herself as she twirled around and rolled her body perfectly in time with the beat. Then she sauntered back to her friends, giggling to herself as she thought of something her cat had done the night before.

Sugar tapped her on the shoulder.

“Oh Britt, you’ve got another admirer. That one is checking you out so hard. She looks like she’s drooling. I can see her boner from over here… ”

Brittany’s friends began to snicker obnoxiously. The blonde smirked and shrugged. It was super obvious that the painfully horny brunette was checking her out the entire time, muttering “Humina, humina,” but Brittany wasn’t bothered one way or another.

“Oh, okay. I just want to dance.”

Tina, Sugar, Marley, and the others were gawking at her. Sugar eventually piped up.

“Don’t you know who that is?! It’s Santana Lopez.”

“Who?”

“Brittany! How do you not know? She’s a celebrity! She was on Bad Girls Club.”

“Oh.”

“She’s openly lesbian too.”

“No duh. I could tell,” Brittany stated dryly, remembering how that woman had stared at her legs and ass. Come to think of it, Santana was still doing that. Brittany shook her head, rolling her eyes fondly at her friend. Sugar was always trying to matchmake her with someone and that girl knew everything about celebrities. She looked down at her nails, inspecting the pale pink polish on them while she knew Santana was checking her out again. “Uh, whatever. So not interested.”

She definitely wasn’t looking for anyone that night but if she managed to torment them, then that was a bonus. Men and some women always seemed to assume that if Brittany was dancing, it meant she was looking for a partner.

“What’s all that noise?” Brittany spoke up, hearing a bit of a commotion. “It’s kind of annoying.”

It turned out that the woman who had been checking her out was being totally loud and obnoxious now. She laughed really loudly, banging her fist on the table and being a total show-off. She threw back drinks until she was visibly red in the face. Then she started to sing as she got up on the table, drawing a crowd until some short woman with a serious expression pulled her back down before she embarrassed herself. She clearly thought she was so desirable and hot.

She probably thought that Brittany didn’t notice how she kept sneaking glances in her direction. A sly smirk came to Brittany’s lips. This woman was such a goofy dork and she was extremely obvious. Brittany had never seen someone who tried so, so hard and was so painfully lacking in self-awareness.

It was almost cute.

Brittany knew this woman’s type just from looking at her. She was also a little psychic.

She could tell this stranger was such a stereotypical arrogant womanizer with an ego the size of a small planet and thought of women as nothing more than warm bodies. She was so vain, she probably looked at herself in every reflective surface she passed. She was so selfish and spoiled that she thought the world revolved around her.

She was totally Brittany’s type.

She didn’t need her though. She was done with playboys forever.

At least that’s what she told herself when she followed her friends over to the bar. She taken a few sips from the strawberry daiquiri in her hand when she began to blink in confusion as a margarita was placed in front of her.

“It’s from that lady over there. She sent this and she asked me to tell you that you’re stunning.”

“Aw, that’s sweet. Tell her I’m so not interested.” Brittany quipped with a sassy flip of her long wavy hair.

Brittany glanced over her shoulder to see Santana waving and giving her this smug smile that made these stupid, cute dimples deepen on both of her cheeks.

Tina and her other friends were just watching her with amusement as Brittany continued to ignore Santana. All of her friends clearly found this so hilarious, though they were supporting her in her decision to completely ignore all the perverts and fuckboys who were trying to get her.

“Wow, Santana’s really going for it. Looks like someone’s dying for your attention.” Mike chuckled.

“Ugh, here we go. I so don’t care. She’s just horny. Why do they always see a woman sitting alone and assume she wants a companion?” The sass was dripping from Brittany’s voice as she tossed her hair back over her shoulder and curled her lip, ignoring the drink Santana sent her. “Newsflash, no thanks.”

Santana kept giving her the eye no matter how much Brittany made it clear that she wasn’t going to fall into her arms. Ugh, Brittany rolled her eyes with exasperation and amusement, couldn’t Ms. Egotistical take a hint?

Apparently not.

“Oh don’t look now, here she comes. She got it bad.” Sugar snorted as everyone began to chuckle at the sight of Santana Lopez swaggering over with her shoulders thrown back.

Brittany had to hand it to her, the woman was the only one who had been brave enough to approach her like this all night.

Too bad the blonde was so not in the mood.

Brittany was feeling bitchy. She knew the routine by now. They all wanted to know her name, her number, her sign… Brittany was curious about whatever sleazy pick-up line Ms. Arrogant was going to give her and she didn’t disappoint.

Santana had this stupid, cute cheesy smirk on her face and her teeth were gleaming white.

She was so typical Hollywood sleaze.

“Hi. You’re gorgeous,” Okay, she was starting off being a little charming with that opening line, Brittany had to admit but she just knew the sleaze would be coming next. “Dayum, Girl. Where’d you learn to dance like that? Who you dancing like that for looking all hot like that?”

Not for you, Jerk :) That’s for sure.

“What I want to know is, what time them legs open?”

Like I haven’t heard that one a million times before…

It was so lame. Even though she was in stunned disbelief, Brittany couldn’t help but notice Santana now and she gave it back to her with a sassy comeback of her own.

“Oh, is that supposed to be a pick up line?”

Brittany was beginning to wonder if Santana had ever actually flirted with a woman before, far less managed to pick up one. There was a flash of lust in her dark eyes when Brittany said that and she looked as if she was about to combust on the spot.

“So, you know, I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?”

Brittany could barely hold back her laugh, cupping a hand over her mouth as she rolled her eyes. Santana continued to puff up her chest and peacock around her, as if she expected Brittany to be totally impressed.

“Ooo, is it hot in here, or is it just you?”

She could not be for real. This was the great, powerful celebrity Santana Lopez her friends were in awe of? She really thought she was charming the dress off of Brittany with those corny lines.

Brittany couldn’t wait to tell Tina about this later. She knew her friend would be laughing about it forever.

“Ooo, I’m in trouble.”

Santana as always, was unfazed by Brittany’s ice cold, dismissive attitude. The preppy blonde decided to tease her even more, getting close and poking her finger into Santana’s chest confidently. Brittany couldn’t deny that the way Santana’s eyebrows rose and her lips parted as if she was flustered by the blonde invading her personal space amused her to no end.

“Oh that’s how it is, huh? What’s your name, Pretty Girl?”

Anytime Brittany was snippy towards her, the woman looked at her with obvious arousal written all over her face. She was pushing back her dark hair, trying so, so hard to look all cool and suave but she had this stupid, goofy look of excitement on her face that made it difficult for Brittany not to start giggling. She had to cover her hand over her mouth as she laughed in her face.

The more Brittany acted all aloof and mysterious, the more she turned on Ms. Egomaniac. She swore she saw the woman clenching her thighs together when Brittany gave another sassy response to her.

Brittany had been one of the most popular cheerleaders at school and homecoming queen. She knew how to handle vain, uncouth Santana Lopez types.

Except she had never met anyone quite as hot as Santana before.

Now that she was so physically close to Santana, she couldn’t stop herself from checking the girl out, noticing that she was slightly shorter than her with a toned, slim build that the simple black dress she was wearing displayed so well. Brittany couldn’t help but notice the slight muscle tone in her arms and how radiant her brown skin was.

Santana gave her another smug look, as if she could tell that Brittany liked what she saw. Whatever. If she thought Brittany was just going to give in to her, she had another thing coming.

If there was one thing Brittany knew, it was flirting.

She learned it straight from her blonde, buxom mother, the original harlot and heartbreaker of Lima in her day before she had settled down. If she wanted to, she could get this girl into bed, easy as ABC.

Brittany didn’t even have to try and that’s exactly why she wasn’t gonna let her get what she wanted so easily.

The blonde dancer totally knew the effect she had on her. It was so easy to rile the dark-haired woman up and as she beckoned her closer with a finger, Santana kept gazing at her lips, making it so obvious what she wanted.

She leaned closer, knowing that Santana would feel her breathing against her neck and as she expected, there was a sharp, aroused intake of breath from the Latina.

She even closed her eyes, puckering her lips as if Brittany was going to kiss her.

As if.

“My name is no. My sign is no. My number is no. You need to let it go.”

She couldn’t stop giggling at the sight of Santana frozen in place with her lips sticking out, clearly not expecting this turn of events as Brittany just sang that song to her.

No kisses for you, Hot Shot, She smiled to herself.

Talk about embarrassing. How was Ms. Big Shot Movie Star ever gonna recover from that one?

Brittany was a professional dancer and she could easily outdo everyone in the club but that didn’t seem to stop Santana from trying to keep up with her. She began to dance beside her energetically as Temperature by Sean Paul played.

“You’re cocky. That’s how you dance?” Brittany was in stunned disbelief yet again, amused by the way Santana was being so ridiculous. She was clearly trying so hard to impress her and it was having the opposite effect. Santana was being such a clown and people around them were starting to give them strange looks.

“You like that, huh, Babe?” The woman was all up on her, her arm settling around her waist as she husked into her ear. “You want all up on this, don’t you? I’ll make you feel so good, Princess. Trust me. I’ll make you scream my name.”

Santana’s voice was so hazy and raspy. Brittany felt heat rush to her face, right up her neck to her ears, shocked by what she heard… and kind of intrigued. Santana couldn’t really think Brittany would give in just from that locker room talk. She didn’t want Santana to see how affected she was by her comment but of course, Santana saw everything.

Apparently the woman noticed the blush on Brittany’s face too and she was amused.

“Is that so?” She challenged, making sure to flutter her eyelashes.

“You bet. I think we should get to know each other better. Preferably with way less clothes on.”

Was that the best Santana had?

“Hmm, oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? What else?”

“Roses are red, violets are fine. You be a six and I’ll be a nine.”

Santana might have been the funniest person to ever exist. She couldn’t be for real.

“Mm hm. Is that all?”

The celebrity began to tell her all about what she wanted to do with her when she got her in bed, making her appreciation for Brittany’s ass obvious. She wasn’t expecting her to grind up on her like that. The feeling of Santana’s hips moving against hers and her husky voice against her ear made it kind of hard for her to remember that she wasn’t supposed to give in to her.

She was such a horny jerk and Brittany’s jaw dropped in disbelief at how crude she was being as the blush in her cheeks intensified.

Santana was just a little too excited, acting as if she was entitled to getting into Brittany’s pants and that just wouldn’t do. At least not until Brittany was ready for that. If she decided she wanted her. Brittany was gonna have to remind her to back off a little until she wined and dined her enough - if Brittany deigned to allow her to.

She wagged a finger.

“Nuh uh. I don’t think so.”

She needed to extract herself from Santana’s arms. So she raised her knee the way she saw on a TV show about women defending themselves from muggers and got her right up in the area between her legs.

Not in a fun way either.

Santana’s eyes went comically wide in stunned disbelief and she took a tumble on her ass.

“Did I do that? Oops! My Bad!” She giggled with faux-innocence, not meaning a word of it.

Brittany walked back over to her friends victoriously as they clapped and cheered for her. In fact, almost the entire club had stopped to watch the whole spectacle as Santana struggled to regain her dignity.

“Brittany, I am so proud of you. You are the ultimate boss, oh my God!” Tina congratulated her then turned back to her phone. “Santana Lopez getting clamslammed and kneed right in the vagina by a mystery woman is already trending on Twitter.”

“You’re not leaving with her?” Sugar looked shocked when the blonde waltzed over, making her exit. Brittany not going home with someone, especially someone like Santana, was about as rare as a blue moon. “This never happens. She’s just your type. She’s rich, super famous, good-looking, shallow, dumb…”

“Not really. She’s gonna have to try harder if she wants all of this.” Brittany flipped her hair over her shoulder with complete confidence and sass, gesturing to the curves of her body. She knew Santana could hear her. Santana blinked at her stupidly a few times, apparently disoriented by her hotness.

She turned just in time to see Santana limping over to her pathetically.

Brittany was confused. Why was Santana gazing at her in fascination, as if Brittany was the most gorgeous, entrancing being she had ever encountered even though her groin and ego were in a world of hurt?

“What’s your name?”

Maybe it was because Santana was so cute but Brittany couldn’t help but flirt a little despite herself. Maybe she didn’t want their game to be over just yet. They were both sweaty and flushed, somewhat breathless from all the dancing.

“You need to let it go,” She teased, watching Santana closely as the woman attempted to regain her composure and act like she was unaffected. “It’s Brittany.”

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That would be far from the last she saw of Ms. Can't Take No For An Answer, even if she had humiliated her.

She had never met anyone quite as determined and persistent as Santana Lopez.

Apparently, when the Empress of the Universe wanted something, she always got her way and she wasn’t accustomed to being told “No.”

Apparently Santana was really into the whole prissy mean girl side of Brittany.

She was also the most obvious person on the face of the planet. Brittany snorted when Tina sent her a link to a new article. The headline was pretty interesting.

Santana Lopez Dedicates New Hit Single to Mystery Blonde - Who is “Brittany from The Pussy Cat?”

A video of her giving Santana a swift knee upward to the vaginal area had gone viral as well.

Even Santana’s hardcore fans were amused by it all.

Brittany noticed that Santana had left a bunch of comments on her thirst traps, making it extremely clear what she thought of them. The internet was going crazy making fun of how lusty and obsessed Santana was being but that hadn’t seemed to deter the woman either, despite Brittany ignoring all of her attempts to hit on her.

That Brittany S. Pierce must have some Grade A Prime Pussy for Santana to be simping this hard for her…

“Jesus Christ, the thirst,” Tina chuckled as Mike, Marley and Sugar couldn’t stop giggling beside her on the couch in the blonde’s apartment when she showed them her phone screen. They read yet another private message the woman sent to Brittany that was strongly suggesting what she wanted to do with her. “Goddamn. She really wants you.”

“She’s just horny for me. She’ll get over it.”

I’m just another conquest for her…

“Be honest, do you think she’s attractive?” Sugar asked, raising an eyebrow. “At all?”

She had watched all of Santana’s scenes on Bad Girls Club several times, looked at a bunch of her magazine photoshoots - she figured she needed to do her research, after all - and she even loved her songs that flopped. That didn’t mean anything though. Santana Lopez was just a silly pompous rich girl just like the rest of them.

“I mean, if you’re into the whole disgruntled, awkward cat aesthetic maybe. Her upper lip kinda reminds me of a duck.” She deflected.

Everyone laughed as she said this.

“You definitely should stay away from her. I know Santana well and she’s a total arrogant jerk. She thinks of women as disposable objects.”

“Oh, is she?” Brittany snorted sarcastically. “That’s a shocker. Don’t worry, Tina, believe me you don’t have to worry about me falling for her.”

Brittany’s apartment was so very pink and decorated in such an eccentric way that most people were a little taken aback when they walked in for the first time.

Eventually, her entire living space became crowded with bouquets of pink flowers Santana had sent to her address. She sent ridiculously expensive jewellery, chocolates, and dresses. Brittany didn’t even know how she figured out all of Brittany’s favourite colours and things like that but she wasn’t about to get rid of them… she liked expensive gifts.

She never responded to any of Santana’s gifts, knowing it would drive her insane. Santana got her number from Tina and Mike, who were their mutual friends. Truth be told, Tina had always found Santana annoying anyway and they were more like frenemies as that feeling was mutual, so she was happy to assist Brittany in her plan to troll Santana.

Brittany answered Santana’s calls just enough to toy with her and keep her guessing, then ignored her whenever she felt like it.

It was all part of her plan.

“What am I supposed to do with all of this stuff?” The blonde whined halfheartedly as Lord Tubbington knocked over the growing pile of chocolate boxes.

“You could send it back if you really don’t want it.” Mike suggested with a shrug.

“I would… but pink diamonds are really nice,” Brittany pouted. “I might need another dress too.”

“This almost sounds like one of those sugar daddy type of situations,” The man shook his head at her, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m not surprised, since it’s you after all.”

“Except, she won’t be getting any sugar.” Britt winked. Tina smirked at her in agreement, giving her a high five.

“You are the queen of manipulation. You’re really gonna get this woman to spend herself bankrupt, aren’t you? Yes, Girl. I say, use all the power you have to your advantage. Stress that fuckgirl out. Make her work for it, Britt. Make her suffer!”

Sugar, Marley and Jake fell silent, taken aback by the short, gothic woman. Mike glanced over with a nervous expression as he heard Tina’s words, followed by her evil cackle.

“You’re torturing the shit out of her! I love it. Get it, Girl.”

Brittany felt proud.

“Hey, if she wants all this she’s gonna have to work for it.”

“Hey, Britt, I think there’s someone at your door. Must be another delivery from Ms. Egomaniac.” Sugar chimed in.

The tall blonde just shrugged, traipsing over and eventually returning with a new parcel. Brittany blushed reddish pink up to her ears, gasping at a new, skimpy lingerie set that she unwrapped. She held up the light blue, lacy lingerie as her friends began to wolf whistle jokingly and some of them made gagging noises.

Against her better judgment, she answered Santana’s call when that familiar number flashed on her phone a few minutes later.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve sending this,” She sniffed, trying to sound bitchy and cold as she told her off. “Do you really think that’s appropriate? You horny bastard.”

Santana was laughing down the line. She was actually laughing, that cheeky bitch.

“You like it, Babe? Gonna put it on and model it just for me, Querida?”

“I am not your Querida.”

She did like the lingerie a lot but Santana didn’t need to know that. If her ego got any bigger it would probably explode.

She hung up before Santana could answer. Deep down, she knew Santana would love that response even more.

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Liam Evans Main Story: Chapter 21 (Blind Love)

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Liam: I don't ever want to disappear before your eyes again.

There was a passionate look in his rose coloured eyes as he gazed at me, and I was so mesmerised that I forgot how to breathe.

We’ve exchanged glances like this many times, but somehow that felt like it was the first time.

The slight change made my heart go crazy.

It made me want to embrace the change.

Liam: Hey, Kate.

Liam: I couldn’t take your hand back then. However—

Liam: However…

While his face contorted as he tried to force out the words that were caught in his throat, I shook my head.

Kate: You don’t have to force yourself to say something. You can tell me when you're ready to.

Liam: … Okay.

Liam: Thanks… Kate.

Kate: You’re welcome?

Liam: Ahaha, why did that sound like a question?

Kate: Fufu, I wonder.

When we looked at each other and burst into laughter, I realised that it had been a while since we last laughed together.

The tiny change that might seem insignificant to others was so precious to me that it caused a yearning feeling in my heart.

…

The next day, Liam and I headed for The Scala.

It was to put into action the plan William proposed, and—

As usual, all the troupe members were present at The Scala, practising their vocalisations and rehearsing for the play.

Tom’s eyes met Liam’s while he was mixing around with the troupe members and earnestly guiding them.

Tom: … Li… Liam.

Liam: … Tom.

Liam: … Tom… I… you...

Before Liam could explain himself, Tom ran up to him and threw his arms around him.

Tom: You don’t have to say anything. … You’re here now, and that’s all that matters to me.

(Tom must have so many questions he wants to ask Liam, but his happiness from seeing him has surpassed them.)

Liam: … I’m sorry. And, thank you.

Troupe Member: Uwa, Tom and Liam are flirting with each other again!

Troupe Member 2: Are you okay with that, Kate? He’s being unfaithful, he’s a cheater!

We smiled at each other as the troupe members watched and teased us.

Liam: Anyway, Tom, I have something to discuss with you— I mean, with everyone here at The Scala.

Tom: Judging from the look on your face, it must be something as important as a love confession.

Tom: OK, I’ll have everyone gather.

When Tom called out to them, everyone gathered around Liam and I.

(Everyone at The Scala should never know about me being a fairytale writer and the existence of Crown.)

Anyone who found out about that secret would have only one possible fate awaiting them — being silenced.

When I thought about it, I knew that the plan would be anything but calm, and I could get a sense of the lengths William would go to.

It seemed that Liam was thinking the same thing, and he spoke with an even more serious look on his face.

Liam: Long story short — there is a message I want to send to all of England, through the use of this play.

Liam briefly explained that a dangerous organisation in England by the name of “Golden Butterfly” that had once been annihilated was showing signs of reviving its activities.

Due to the identity of the mastermind behind its revival being unknown, the plan was to make use of theatre to convey the message “stop the revival”.

(It might not sound very convincing because he left out some pieces of information to avoid putting everyone at risk.)

Liam: I can’t reveal the reason why I want to destroy that organisation. … I’m sorry.

Liam: But I know for sure that if we leave them as they are, more people will be hurt.

Liam: Therefore, I hope that all of you will agree to help me…

Kate: … I, too, would like to ask the same of everyone.

Tom: …

Tom: Lift your heads, Kate and Liam. The answer to your request for help is YES.

Kate • Liam: …!

Tom: What does the art of stage acting exist for? It exists for the people.

Tom: We believe that theatre has the miraculous ability to move the hearts of people. Is that right, all of you?

The eyes of the troupe members around us were filled with passion, hope, and trust.

Tom: It’s time for The Scala to come together and destroy that wicked organisation…!

Entire Troupe: Woooo…!

Troupe Member 1: Don’t we look like heroes standing up for justice?

Troupe Member 2: Yes, yes. I’m getting all pumped up!

Liam: Oh—... uhm.

It was rather funny to see Liam being the only one standing there awkwardly amidst everyone being excited and calling the plan “justice”.

Tom: Moreover…

Tom: This is the first time you’ve ever asked us for a favour. Therefore, we’ll do everything possible to help you!

Liam: … —anks.

Liam’s soft “thanks” reached my ears as I stood next to him.

Bianca: Men! It’s nice to get excited, but we should at least decide on the play first!

Bianca: Right, Kate?

Kate: Fufu, you’re right.

Tom: I’ll write a script that will include the existence of “Golden Butterfly” in the story and will make the crowd go wild.

Tom: Word won’t spread all over England if the story is boring, right?

Liam: In that case, how about “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”?

I recalled the time Tom had previously explained to us what he wanted The Scala to play.

"The story is set in 15th Century Paris. At the Notre Dame Cathedral, there was a man named Quasimodo.

Quasimodo spent his days alone at the top of the tall tower ringing the bells, never knowing what the outside world was like.

One day, he met a beautiful dancer named Esmeralda and fell in love with her."

Liam: I’ve read the original, and I thought “The Hunchback of Notre Dame” was a story about battles.

Liam: Battles against fate and things that hurt oneself. … I don’t know how to phrase this better, but I just think that this story is perfect for our current situation.

(Everything Liam just said are truths. They’re all precious things that I treasure.)

(However, Liam’s tone… it sounds different from before.)

He was definitely saying those things out of his own will, and it moved the hearts of everyone present and mine as well.

The gentle warmth melted the ice.

Everyone present nodded in agreement.

Tom: Then it’s decided, The Scala’s next production will be “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”. So, Liam—

Tom: I still want you to play the role of Quasimodo, the main character. Will you accept the role?

Liam: …

Liam: What do you think, Kate?

There was a hint of fear in those eyes in front of me, but the old dangerous tendency to invalidate one's own will in order to satisfy others was no longer there.

Kate: What do YOU want to do, Liam?

Liam: I…

Liam: What do /I/ want to do, huh?

Fearful of taking the first step, Liam’s lips trembled.

Liam: I want to play the role of Quasimodo. I’ll do my very best, so please let me do it.

Tom: … Of course.

Tom: Now that it’s been decided, I shall make the necessary changes to the script! There’s the stage setting to take care of as well. Things will get very busy from now on.

Liam: Ahaha, that’s right.

…

We worked days and nights to prepare for the performance of “The Hunchback of Notre Dame”.

During that period of time, we received some unexpected help—

Troupe Member: Kate, Liam, over here!

(Huh…?)

The members of the theatrical troupe were holding more lavish packed lunches than their arms could carry.

Troupe Member: It was delivered to us without prior notice, but the sender didn’t leave a name. We only have this message card.

Liam: …?

“To my beloved Liam and Kate.

I made these myself, so please enjoy them with everyone there.

Wishing you all the best for your performance.”

Kate • Liam: … It’s Victor.

Troupe Member: I was about to throw them away because they could be a bad prank, but they looked too delicious…

Liam: Pfft, ahaha. A prank?

Liam: This is from a very passionate fan of mine and Kate’s. All of you can be rest assured and eat up.

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Troupe Member: I need to put this curtain up, but I can’t reach that height. Does anyone have a ladder—

Ellis: … You want to put this up? Alright, let me help you.

Troupe Member: Huh…?

Ellis unexpectedly dropped by the theatre to help out and was able to get much of the work done easily with his amazing agility.

Bianca: Liam. You sure have a few rather… unusual friends.

Liam: Mm, that’s true.

Ellis: Kate, Liam, is there anything else that needs to be done?

Kate: Oh, in that case—

(... Everyone is doing what they can to help out.)

Every time, Liam would smile, a little bewildered, but he was genuinely happy.

He savoured every subtle act of kindness like each one of them was a miracle.

(... I’ve been by Liam’s side for quite a while, but this is the first time I’m seeing this side of him.)

I didn’t want to miss out on any changes that could possibly be happening in Liam’s heart.

My gaze was naturally drawn to him, like a butterfly attracted to a flower.

When we were almost done with the preparations for the play, an unexpected “guest” came to the theatre for Liam.

Liam: … Harry.

Kate: Huh?

We went up to the second floor of the theatre and saw Harrison leaning against a wall, staring at the stage.

Harrison: Haha, you’re too quick to notice. I intended to keep watching for a little more before calling out to you.

Harrison: Looks like all of you have been working and rehearsing hard. Good work.

Kate: By any chance, are you here to help?

Harrison: No way, I’m not such a kind person.

Harrison: Now, I did something else instead.

He looked at us as we cocked our heads in puzzlement, and narrowed his mint coloured eyes that could see through lies.

Harrison: There’s a limit to the amount of people you can convey your message to, if you rely solely on your performance.

Harrison: That means that your message might not reach the initiator of the revival of “Golden Butterfly”, who could be somewhere else in England.

(Um, so that means—)

Kate: In order to spread this one drop of poison throughout England, we need to make it a popular topic for conversation…?

Harrison: Yeah, exactly.

Harrison pulled a letter out of his pocket and waved it at us.

Kate: An invitation to the play?

Harrison: I made a request to an acquaintance in the publication industry to invite journalists from newspaper publishers and magazines to the play.

Harrison: If they enjoy the play, they’ll publish huge articles about it.

Harrison: Ah, and of course this invitation is real. I spoke to Tom Crawford, and he gave me this seat.

Liam: Could it be that…

Liam: You’ve been working behind the scenes?

Harrison: This is one of my missions. All I did was get my job done.

Harrison: If the performance is of poor quality, our plan will be a failure. Do your best.

Liam: … Thanks, Harry.

Harrison: Yeah. Oh, and one more thing.

Harrison: Your father, Max Evans, was given an invitation too.

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ecemichi · 2 years ago

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Ring.A.Bell Chapter 10

Leo: So the special guest you called was Naru, huh~? Wahaha! ☆ How unexpected!

Arashi:Fufu. Are you surprised, Leo-kun? There was no way I could say no to Anzu-chan when she asked if I could teach you all a thing or two, you know~?

Mao: Arashi's our lecturer...?

Arashi:Gosh, what's with those reactions? Are you saying I'm not a good pick for this? It's totally rude of you all to be so confused by my being here, you know.

Keito:That’s not what they meant… But still, how did you come to be the special guest?

Arashi:Ah, that's a little bit of a mystery to me, too. When Anzu-chan asked me of all people to help out, I asked her the same thing.

But after hearing what she had to say, I agreed to it.

Now, see here. Generally speaking, the woman is seen as the star of the show when it comes to weddings, aren't they? There’s even plenty of magazines that refer to the bride-to-be’s

But at the same time, it's strange... Marriage is between two people, isn't it?

That's why we should consider things from a man's perspective as well. I think if we had both sides of the story, then our bridal project here would be absolutely lovely.

And, as someone who understands the feelings of both sides, there's no better pick for the position than myself.

When Anzu-chan told me as much, I felt there was no one else who could fill those shoes either.

Besides, how could I ever have refused her pleas for help? I wouldn't be a very good big sister if I just tossed them aside, now would I? Of course I accepted. ♪

Besides, the sight of a hard-working boy is one of the greatest wonders of the world! As someone who has a fine eye for such treasures, wouldn't you say there's no one better suited for this occasion?

Mao: I mean... You are always saying that, yeah.

Arashi:That's right. ♪ Ooooh, the sight of an earnest boy really just makes my heart go wild! ♪

So that's why you'll all be showing Anzu-chan and I what you’ve got by giving us a super-duper swoon-worthy fool-proof lovey-dovey proposal no one could say no to!

Midori: A super-duper swoon-what proposal?

Arashi:Now, hold on! Someone who's about to propose shouldn't look like they’d rather drop dead!

How do you expect them to say yes when you’re looking at them like that?

You really don't need to overthink it, boys. You only need to show us your heart. A woman'll always smile if you go about it that way!

Now then! Thinking about it's getting you nowhere, right? You've got to give it a leap of faith! Speak without thought! Just do!

Alright, let's start. First off, I want each of you to give us your best proposals. Who first...

Mao-chan, if you would.

Mao: Huh? M-Me first?!

Um... What should I say? I'm so unprepared... ... O-Okay, let's do this.

Mao: ... These feelings of mine aren't a lie. They’re the real deal. That's why I want to be with you.

Arashi:Next.

Keito:The reason I lecture you is because I care about you. If you stay by my side, surely there won’t be a need to.

Arashi:... Next.

Eichi: Let your heart be at ease, for you are my one and only. I find your timbre to be the most beautiful of all.

Arashi:...... Next.

Leo: I love you! I love you more than aaaaanyone in the whole world!

Arashi:Goodness... Next.

Midori: Umm… I’m sure I’ll die from depression without you in my life… That’s why, please stay with me…

Arashi:......

... Boys, sit. On your knees. Now.

Mao: ............... (Sits straight up.)

Keito&Eichi: ............... (Sits straight up.)

Leo&Midori: ............... (Sits straight up.)

Arashi:Honestly! What sort of proposals were those?! I asked you all to take this seriously, didn't I?

And you! You can't fool me! That was the same confession line you used last year, when we were assigned to do them for class, wasn't it?

Mao: Ugh... I got caught.

Arashi:Obviously! I was there, after all, of course I'd remember!

Eichi: Ah, as for me... I was simply following everyone else's lead.

Arashi:Goodness gracious... You don’t have to follow the others! A proposal as shallow as that wouldn't land even in your dreams!

Midori: …But we’ve never proposed before. There’s also not a script in our hands, what can we even do…

Arashi:You've been getting a lot of work as a model recently, haven't you? I've even seen you on magazine covers lately, Midori-chan.

Arashi:You don't think modeling is just posing for a camera, do you?

Midori: Huh…? Isn’t it?

Arashi:Of course not. While looking stylish and having good photoshoots come out of it isn't a wrong way to go about modeling, it isn't the only way to present yourself.

Sometimes the person themselves is the star of the shot, but more often than not, it's the clothes and accessories they wear that others pay attention to, isn't it?

A model's job is to expose everything that they are in that single moment, so that those stars shine the brightest they possibly can.

And that, Midori-chan, is what I think being a model is truly about. By thinking in such a way, beauty surpasses even the beholder; it becomes an objective fact.

Don't you think a proposal should be the same way?

Baring your heart isn't easy in the slightest; it's one of the hardest things to do, I think. It's terribly embarrassing to allow someone else to see sides others haven't seen, and can be rather terrifying too.

Even so, people aren't going to be moved by a line they've heard a thousand times over, now are they?

Keito:Hmm…

Leo: Mmm, I don't get it! I wasn’t tryin’ to look good at all! I'm happy when I say I am!

Arashi:(Sigh...) Say, Leo-kun... You don't think marriage is nothing but happiness, do you?

Leo: Huh? It's not? So it's more like the end of your life instead?!

Arashi:Of course not! A marriage filled to the brim with happy days would be wonderful, of course, but...

It's the same as love, you see? It isn't always sweet words and smiles.

You may get worried about if they may not like you, or get jealous when someone else is getting along with the one you adore... It's never just a fun, romantic journey, is it?

Marriage is a step further, you know? You're taking another person into your life, to be responsible for their well-being and their happiness. Don't you think that comes with its own worries and woes?

The husband carrying the brunt of burden in the family is outdated nonsense these days, of course...

But even if you're sharing the load with your significant other, there's always going to be hardships and rainy days. Stepping forward into the future with someone new in your life — you can imagine that isn't all sunshine, can't you?

That's why you should bare it all, the good and the bad of your feelings for them! By allowing them to see all of you in that way is what tells them you love them with every fiber of your being. You'll surely give them a proposal that'll move them to tears. ♪

Mao Leo Eichi and Arashi tl: Peace

Midori and Keito tl: me

JP proof: Mika Enstars

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I’ve just finished s5 of AA and I noticed something about Jordan specifically in regards to Layla. It’s almost like he quickly snaps,spirals or worries when he thinks she doesn’t take things seriously. Can you please weigh in on this because I truly don’t understand what that’s about?

Love this question. Astute observation, and I completely agree.

That floods back to his character journey from the beginning. He wants to be this badass leader that people look up to, just like his dad. But he's goofy and playful, and his dad has a hard time taking him seriously. He calls his dad out in 402 about that. His dad expected him to be a screwup, so he wasn't as mad as he was at the perfect son, Spencer James.

With his girlfriends in the past, they kinda ran the show. He became a stoner with Ripley, the stuff with Simone was pretty much always her call... as JJ points out crudely in 506. The minute he challenged either of them, problems arose.

Even this season, when he got Kenny his job, the team still wouldn't take him seriously as a leader.

With Layla, you're absolutely right. Pretty much all their fights happen when he doesn't think she takes him seriously. Layla gave him a wakeup call in 416. She saw leadership in him and didn't understand why he was hiding behind his affable nature. It made him reconsider how he viewed himself, and he finally started to look inward.

So we got that piece. He has a history of people not taking him seriously in the past. And he's not innocent in that and has very much contributed to that ideal.

But Layla has also been in his life most of his own. And he has seen her commitment to other guys. So when she's super cautious about committing to him, he's like, what, does she not take me seriously either?

He knows that she's cautious bc of what happened to her, and he's trying to respect that and is super understanding. But he confesses his feelings, and she's like, "uhhhh the Vortex, uhhhh you're my best friend, uhhhhh" and it kills him because he's never felt so seen or understood or as connected as he has with Layla.

Then in 505, when she's joking about his speed dating, it's clear to us, and probably him, that she's trying to play it off. But he's just so all in with her, and here she is saying she wouldn't want to stop him if he found someone better. And he's like, excuse me??? What about the heat she had for Spencer when he fell in love with Olivia or Asher when he cheated on her? Who is he, chopped liver?

Okay, and again, I love this ask because this is exactly what escalated the fight in 508. He was upset Layla brought Simone into their relationship, but he was more upset she didn't consult him about it. He saw them as this fortified team, and he saw her as someone who took his ideas and opinions and past seriously. And when she acted on her own accord, it upset him.

With 510, he wanted to defend her honor and she very clearly did not need it. And who is he if not a romantic who solves problems by punching? She was kinda challenging his identity, and it made him wonder if she really needed him as much as he needed her.

Then in 517, we don't see much, but he's clearly upset she's not prioritizing him in her life.

And in 520, he flat out says, "If you're not gonna take this seriously..." about the game, but obv about the proposal... he knew most people in his life wouldn't take him seriously at first once they found out he proposed to Layla. They'd bring up his past with Simone and his impulsivity, and he expected that. What he feared was Layla saw him the same way. She says, "Marriage is a big deal." And it gets to him because what is she implying there?? Just because he got married before means he didn't know how to take commitment seriously?

They function beautifully as a team, so his concern and worries are quickly assuaged each time. It's funny because their connection has prompted him to become much more mature and serious about things. But it's also prompted her to not take things so seriously and loosen up. So while they help each other develop these otherwise dormant sides of their personalities, it lends room for some growing pains because of it.

#jordan baker #jordayla #all american #layla keating

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hello!! how have u been doing? so i wanted to say something to make ur day better (hopefully <3).

think ab nagi asking u to come over because he noticed that u caught interest in one of his video games and he wanted to teach u how to play and how to master the game :( <3 but mainly bc he has the biggest crush on u (u also have a crush on him but he doesn’t know it yet bc he’s too oblivious)

but anyways once u get there yall play and have fun for some time but suddenly u get a phone call from ur friend and u excuse urself to take the call; u go to the kitchen and start talking to ur friend and everything and then suddenly the topic of your conversion turns to ur massive crush on nagi. so u start saying things like “i like him sm” “he’s so cute when he’s concentrated” or “he’s so JANDJWJD when he’s teaching me how to play” BUT u don’t noticed that he’s been eavesdropping on u long enough to ear ur little confessions (😩)

still not knowing that he overheard ur conversation, u go back like nothing happened and sit beside him. some time passed and it’s time for u to go home, but when u guys reach the door and are ab to say goodbye to each other, nagi pulls u close and kissed u (OSJDJWJDJEJR); not satisfied with the kiss he decided to pull u one more time, but this time u decided to do better and kissed him more feverishly- it just turned into a hot make out session ✨✨✨

he then finally says “i like u, yn… so much” AND WHEN I TELL U THAT U COMBUST RIGHT THERE. u tell him how u feel and now u guys have a date on saturday <33333333

just my nagi brainrot taking over me </3 sorry not sorry (if u can turn this into a fic i’d be forever grateful and love ur works btw! 💌)

-💋 anon (if u don’t have one!!)

hello hello 💋 anon, welcome to my blog !!!! if you wouldn't mind dropping ur preferred prns so i can add them to my list, that'd be great :)

anyways, i love this :((( best thing to wake to ever in the morning, especially since i was so mad at tumblr for all the shit it was putting me through. this brightened my day tho so thank u <3

nagi being a homebody makes imagining homely and domestic scenarios with him SO TASTY. his apartment is relatively clean and well-cared for, he has a minimalist lifestyle (not by choice though, he's just too lazy clean up after it otherwise).

but i think nagi is also someone who values his space and privacy, so when he asks you to come over and play some games with him- HIS NUMBER ONE LEISURE ACTIVITY- it's pretty obvious you mean a lot to him. well, to himself at least. you don't understand the memo just yet, but it's safe to say that nagi is overjoyed to finally have someone use his second player remote.

connecting another controller to the console felt surreal and it made him a little giddy on the inside. he grabbed whatever beanbags he had and placed them in front of his tv, setting up a little, but formidable space for the two of you to game freely.

you show up with his favourite snacks and he's ready to get on one knee and propose (you weren't even married), especially when you bring all of his favourite snacks. there's ramen in there too.

the night goes smoothly, thank goodness his setup is working properly, he doesn't use the tv very often to game but since you were coming over, a phone screen and monitor wouldn't be fitting. the clock eventually hits 12 am and nagi says he needs to take a shower, self-conscious about any stench that might come from him that would drive you away. it doesn't seem like the gaming is going to end any time soon, so you tell him to go and you'll chill for a while.

THEN, your friend shoots a text since you told them that you'd be going to nagi's for a hangout, asking how it was. immediately, you call them and they answer before the first ring and you retreat into his kitchen to discuss.

nagi's shower doesn't take too long, just a scrub down and he's back in action. when he reappears in the living room, you're still in the kitchen, too caught up in your ranting to realise that he can now hear you through the thin walls of his apartment.

you're saying things like 'i like him so much, he's so cute', 'he's so sweet, even when i lose', 'he's so funny that it makes him even more attractive!', and nagi is LOSING HIS SHIT. his heart is racing in his ears and he's cursing himself for it bc all he wants to hear is how you're gushing about him when you don't know he knows. shit, you were going to end him, nagi's sure of it.

when you return to the living room, you're a little surprised to see that your white-haired friend has returned. you immediately panic at the realisation that he could have heard you, but the way he's acting all nonchalant and normal indicates otherwise. okay... maybe you were okay.

the night continues on for another hour or so before you let out your first yawn, signifying that it was probably time for you to leave, despite neither party wanting for that to happen. nagi reluctantly gets up to let you out so you can go home, concerned for your wellbeing since it was so late already. he wants to ask if you could stay the night because he's so selfish but hey, nagi's human, and humans have desires.

but when he opens the door, it feels wrong to just hug you as a farewell, so without thinking, he grabs your face and pulls you in for a searing kiss. it catches you off guard, eyes widening for a moment before realising what was happening and melting into him.

without even seeing what he was doing, nagi slams his door shut and presses you against the wood for some kind of stability. you're not too sure when this evolved into a makeout session, but you hardly have any reason to complain, especially since nagi kisses you like he's been wanting this a long time.

it's between kisses that he murmurs a confession of 'i like you', pressing kisses against the corners of your lip in his delirium, unable to get rid of his need to be as close to you as humanly possible.

safe to say you stay the night, plus, you earned a date for saturday!

#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ constellation: 💋 anon #earf's favourites (real)#*ੈ✩‧₊˚ earf's ideas that i'll never write #< not my idea tho! just tagging this so it can be found again!

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