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euryd-ce · 2 years ago

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hello ^^ first i just wanted to say im a big fan of your work! your writing is very captivating and smooth to read if that makes sense ;; if your requests are open, may i ask for a firefly doc x reader? if you closed requests or dont write her then im terribly sorry for that! please ignore this ask if that is the case,,, anyways, i hope you have a nice day and i apologize if this bothered you!!

❁ LA VIE EN ROSE

PAIRING: Firefly! Emily Dyer x GN! Reader

CW: None

NOTE: (Not Proofread)

Unfortunately, I hadn't started playing IDV when they had their First Anniversary, and I haven't been able to find detailed lore of it out there despite the wiki saying that it exists. That being said, I hope you're alright with a modern AU 🙏

Soulmate AU: your world is black and white until your soulmate directly confesses to you

Inaccurate portrayals? A lot of them, probably.

Lastly: Thank you for the little message, it means a lot to me and it honestly made my day when I first read it (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Meeting one's soulmate was always something to look forward to in one's lifetime. Others often spoke of meeting their other half during their high school years, some even as early as one's childhood. As for you? You'd long gotten used to the monochrome world of black and white.

Not in a bad way, of course.

You liked to think of yourself as patiently optimistic. Not so pessimistic as to assume that you'd been struck with the worst of luck, that you were born to be alone and to live alone for eternity. Yet not too anticipative as to eagerly expect that every person you talk to could possibly be the 'one'. After all, your job as a waitron in the Oletus café did entail a lot of talking—and a lot of people, for that matter.

The little bells from the entrance of the café rung, signalling the arrival of another customer. When you had turned around, your eyes locked with those of a rather stunning woman's. For a moment, you wished that you could see what color they were. Surely, whatever it was, they'd be as captivating as its owner's.

Setting the quick burst of emotions aside, you gave the woman a polite smile before your coworker, Mike, ushered her to an empty seat and gave her a menu.

When Mike returned, his face held a little grin with a touch of pleasant familiarity. "Whew, it's been a while since she's last been here."

"Oh?" You tilted your head, turning toward the man's direction in curiosity. "Do you happen to know her?"

He raised a brow and looked as if you'd told him an incomprehensible secret. "And you don't?!"

You glanced at the woman, who had still been carefully (and gracefully, if you may add) examining the café menu. "No- I mean, I don't think so?" You shrugged while leaning against the wall.

"She's-"

Mike was interrupted as soon as he spoke when both of you saw the woman raise her hand. "That's my cue. Let's continue this later."

"Good afternoon!" You greeted her. "What will a lovely lady like you have for today?" You asked with your usual polite and mildly flattering choice of words, readying your little notepad with a little 'click' coming from your pen.

"I'll have a caramel macchiato," she replied and set down the menu, letting her head rest on one of her hands. "How about you?"

Her last statement caught you off-guard, so you looked at her with a brow raised in confusion while still maintaining a polite (albeit, subtly awkward) smile.

"Pardon?"

She laughed, as if she'd already anticipated the way you'd react. "The café doesn't look too busy right now. I'm sure Demi won't mind."

"That I won't." You heard Demi say from the counter with her naturally smug grin and her arms crossed. "Long time no see, Emily, or should I say Miss Firefly?" she teased.

"Oh? You know the boss?" You asked, now even more intrigued about this woman. "Actually, hold that thought. Let me just-"

"No no—stay where you are. Why don't you relax for a bit, (Name). I'll take care of it." Demi cut you off as she leaned over the counter.

The woman who you now knew was named Emily gave a slight nod in thanks, before looking back at you and gesturing for you to have a seat. "Go on, you heard the woman." She chuckled.

"And to answer your question—yes, yes I do know her. We were classmates back in college, and she'd bicker nonstop about one day opening her own café and bar." She explained. "I'd always tell her about how I'd be a regular if ever she'd open one and, well, I did, but this month's been quite busy..."

You hummed in response, and suddenly thought about the way Mike reacted when you said you didn't know who she was, but you weren't quite sure if you were on the same wavelength as him at that moment.

It was either she was quite the icon (which you wouldn't be surprised about, given that you were always told that you lived under a rock) or that she just happened to be one of those regulars that grow to become a part of your little café family. Between the two, you were starting to lean on the former as Mike seemed to have a face that screamed starstruck.

"Sorry if this may come of as... intrusive, but if I may ask, what do you do?" You asked.

She seemed to be taken aback, not offended, but simply surprised. "Well, I'm sure it won't hurt to tell you here, but I'm an artist—a performer, specifically, or in more casual terms: I'm a singer."

"Really? That sounds wonderful!" You said in awe. "How long has it been? Since you started, I mean."

Emily took a sip from her drink, which arrived without you knowing somehow. "I wouldn't say too long, actually, but it's been around three years."

"And you'd think that with several fans, left and right, constantly hollering about their love for me, I'd start seeing the colorful world everyone's been dreaming about, but... surprisingly, it's always been the same black and white hues." She said, wistfully, before apologizing for changing the mood.

It was your turn to be surprised. If anything, you had the exact same assumption, but who would know the time would eventually come where you were proven wrong. Perhaps even the brightest of stars would have to endure the longest of times waiting for their other half to come through, before they can finally enjoy the wonders of a world painted in various shades and colors.

"Well, I'm surely not in the place to tell you this," you started, in a rather sheepish manner. "But you'll find them, or they'll find you, eventually. Some of us just have to wait a little longer, or perhaps be a little bolder than others. And besides, fate surely can't be that cruel to us. can it?"

"And if it can be, then I guess my destiny is to throw hands with fate." You joked, successfully cheering Emily up and causing her to laugh; however, her joy seemed to be cut short as she received a phone call that was rather urgent.

"Sorry... My manager needs me to be somewhere right now." She sighed. "But it was wonderful talking to you, (Nickname), if I can call you that hehe."

"Of course," you said, dragging out the last word before properly bidding her goodbye.

From behind, you heard the familiar whistling of Mike. His eyes darted toward the tissue Emily had left by her coffee cup and a smirk adorned his face upon realizing what was on it—her number.

"Damn... You seemed to hit it off pretty well!" He playfully slapped your shoulder and laughed. "Keep up the good work!"

"Pfft- Shut up"

The next couple of days, and eventually months, Emily would visit the cafe at the exact same time as she did the first time you'd seen her—it had also been the least busiest of hours, surprisingly.

Spending your conveniently timed breaks (thanks to your oh-so grateful and caring boss) talking to the woman had become one of your favorite parts of your daily routine. And while you'd occasionally worry about running out of things to say to her, she somehow always had a jar of secrets or interesting topics to bring up.

While you were cleaning up after a few customers that had just left the cafe, you felt the buzz of your phone notify you of a message. Unsurprisingly, it was from Emily, who told, or well, texted, you.

"I'll be a little late, but I got a little something for you :)"

Several minutes later, the woman of the hour had arrived with a cute coffee cup plushie in hand. She looked around until she caught sight of you and excitedly approached you. "Here, it reminded me of you." She chuckled.

"Really now?" You graciously accepted her gift. "And what name did you give this little guy?"

"Well... I did call it (Nickname) as I made my way over here..." She looked somewhere else, smiling and putting her two index fingers together.

"Why, thank you—I'm honored." You said with a little exaggeration and a hand on your chest. "But also goodness gracious have a seat. Will you have the usual?"

"Of course"

When you returned, Emily was happily humming whilst smiling and tapping on the table in a complementary rhythm.

"You're rather giddy today. Did something happen?" You asked, noticing the extra bit of energy she brought along.

She pressed her hands together before resting her chin on both of them. "Oh it's nothing, really. I'm pretty sure it was just me getting a good night's rest. Other than that, still no sign of 'the one' hehe."

You nodded in understanding and took a seat right in front of her.

"This might sound strange, but do you have a favorite color?" She asked.

You found the question a little more silly than strange, but nevertheless came up with a little joke. "Well, for starters, my choices are pretty limited. Let's see... black, white, grey, and- oh did I mention grey?"

"You silly dork." Emily flicked your nose. "I guess I should have elaborated. Has anyone ever described what colors looked like to you?"

You shook your head. "Not really, as far as I remember... How about you?"

"No one has either, but I have my own impressions on them based on what I've heard and what I've read." She took a sip from her cup. "Is there one you'd like to hear about?"

"Why don't we start with blue?"

"Blue..." She stirred her coffee in thought. "It's definitely not warm in the way one would describe red. It's cold, but not as much as the endless void of black we've become accustomed to. I'd say it's more cool, if anything. The gentle kind of cool you'd want to feel moments before you fall asleep. It's the color of the sky, the tranquil sound of still waters, and the feeling of pensive sadness or melancholy."

"Seems that you have quite a lot to say. Now I'm curious about what you have to say about the color pink." You chuckled with a tilted head and a hand on your chin.

"Hm? Any particular reason why?"

You gestured toward the painting on the wall—it was a vase of roses, presumably in a dark room with a window judging by the shapes the lighter paint had created.

"One of Edgar's paintings. He didn't like it very much; however, Demi did quite more than he could ever imagine, so he gave it to her, begrudgingly. And though he never gave it a name, Demi's always called it 'Things in Pink'."

"Things in Pink? That sounds awfully familiar... and awfully Demi to be honest." she joked.

"I heard that!" Demi yelled from her office.

"You might know the song? La Vie en Rose. It's not what it translates to, but it's related to its original name." You explained.

"And how does it go? The first part at least?" Emily asked, her grin only becoming menacingly wider than it already had been before.

Immediately, your calm look was replaced with a startled expression. "Woah there, is this some deliberate scheme you've been secretly plotting the entire time we started talking about colors?" You asked with narrowed eyes.

"What? No, I would never." She said, feigning offense before laughing and assuring that it wasn't intentional at all.

"Fine, but just this once." You raised a finger, emphasizing 'once' before clearing your throat.

"Hold me close and hold me fast

This magic spell you cast

This is La Vie En Rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs

And though I close my eyes

I see La Vie En Rose"

Emily, still grinning widely, pulled out her phone from underneath the table and showed you as she pressed on a button, saving the short recording of your voice. "You have a lovely voice, (Name)."

You felt the heat rush up to your face, but knowing what the woman was like, she was probably just messing with you again.

"You are one sly fox aren't you Miss Dyer?" you said before trying to grab her phone, only for her to stop you by grabbing your chin. She then shut the phone off, and extended her arm away from your reach.

"Pink sounds like a rather lovely color, no?" She said as she brought your face a little closer to her's. "It's warm—not in the same way as the harsh blazing sun, but in a more tender, relieving, and comforting manner. It's the feeling or the mere thought of being beside your lover, the taste of strawberries and pomegranates, or I dare say their lips on yours."

She slowly put her phone back in her purse, took a step back and closed her eyes. "It is also the color that I one day hope to see as I paint my lover's monochrome grey world with shades of 'i'm yours—from here to eternity'."

You were speechless for a moment, with a face that you could only assume was red, or even pink, from a mixture of both embarrassment and awe, but mostly embarrassment.

"An lovely description... from a lovelier woman," You praised after you'd recovered, causing her to chuckle.

"Oh! That just reminded me." Emily's face lit up as she rummaged through her purse, eventually pulling out a little card—it was a concert ticket for VIPs.

She took your hand in hers and gently placed the card onto your hand. "I actually have a concert around here in a week. I'd appreciate it—a lot, actually—if you could come." She said with a hopeful smile. "I'll have to get going for now. I'll be quite busy in the next few days because of it, but I'll be sure to message you."

"O-of course. Don't worry about me, okay?" You gently squeezed her hand after keeping the ticket somewhere safe.

"I probably still will. Goodbye for now, (Name)! Take care of (Nickname) the little coffee cup for me!" She made a heart with her hands before quickly making her way out of the cafe.

Immediately after she left, Mike had taken her place in front of you. "Sheesh, a free ticket." Mike said looking almost as smug as the smuglord herself, Demi.

"There's no denying my accusations anymore... '(Nickname)'." He singsonged while making the little plushie dance.

"OH please..."

Time flew by quickly. And you did admit, it got a little lonely without a certain someone to pester you.

What was supposed to be eight days quickly devolved into eight hours, then into eight minutes until it had finally become eight seconds before the 'Firefly' would perform on stage for her eager, perhaps even anxious, and most of all adoring fans.

Seeing the lady in her dress adorned with several gleaming accessories of various shapes and sizes reminded you of the day you had first seen her. You once again wondered about its colors, what words she'd bring about to describe what she herself couldn't see, what imagery she'd manifest into life through both her audience's imagination and her brilliant eloquence.

And in a few moments time, she'd reached the final part of her performance.

"This one's for a special someone I met a few months ago. Someone I often think of as the lovable dork I love to tease as a part of my daily routine..." She joked, eliciting a few laughs from the crowd while you smiled and rolled your eyes into oblivion, knowing very well that she was talking about you.

"and hopefully..." she continued, this time looking directly at you with the cheekiest smile, "the one whose world I'll paint with lovely hues..."

You felt the familiar feeling of heat rush to your cheeks as she began the familiar song. Of course, you of all people would know what it was. It was you who sang it to her for the first time after all. And as her mellow voice filled the stadium, a smile involuntarily crept across your face, and you quietly sang along.

"When you press me to your heart

I'm in a world apart

Where roses bloom

And when you speak angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs..."

"Give your heart and soul to me..." Emily had started to slow down a little, both in her singing and her movements as she walked down the stage and approached you. "And life will always be..."

You delicately took her hand—the one that held her signature microphone—and finished the song, just as she had hoped.

"La Vie En... Rose"

In an instant, your black and white world had started blooming with various colors you thought you could only dream of. The bursts and flashes of hues seemingly drowned out the loud applause and cheers coming from the audience as you stood in front of your soulmate, who seemed to be just as stunned as you were.

The dress and gems that once looked white and grey in your eyes had become a glistening sapphire blue with both silver and bronze accessories to complement it.

"And I thought you said blue was a depressing color," you joked. "It's hard to imagine that when you've made my world far brighter than I could ever imagine."

"It doesn't have to be—a sad color, I mean." She defended, but quickly brought back the most important question at hand. "So... is it a yes?"

You looked at her in disbelief. "Are you kidding? Of course!"

She pulled you into a tight embrace, quickly raising both your hand and hers with the biggest smile on her face and excitedly exclaiming to the crowd.

"THEY SAID YES!"

And thus began, or as Emily daresaid—continued, the timeless and tender masterpiece of your love, an unwritten prose that had undoubtedly pierced the hearts of its audience further past the finite capabilities of words scribbled onto paper. A prose that you'd both find yourselves naming:

Life in Pink.

"Only now am I able to peer into this world's foreign hues, through the rose-tinted glasses that I've found called 'you'."

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Trending

Corpse Husband x Animator!Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: None :)

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When a character in Y/N’s new animated video looks a lot like Corpse’s avatar, people are starting to suspect whether it’s a pure coincidence or sneakily intentional. Corpse is quick to put an end to the debate though.

Requested by Anon. Thank you so much for your request hun! Really sorry for the long wait for the fic to be posted but I still hope you come across it and give it a read and if you do so I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hi everyone!“, Rae, aka the creator of today’s lobby, greets us all as we pile in one by one, excited to start the stream.

I am especially excited however because I haven’t participated in a stream in quite a while seeing as how I’ve been very busy with my original content - animations. I made an animation talking about my vacation to Canada over the winter about two years ago. In my defense, it was a long video and I hadn’t posted in so long that I wanted to make it a special comeback - sort of - and something to repay my audience for their patience. I got too carried away in the gaming world and forgot my main field which is animation.

“Hi guys! Missed ya!“ I greet them for myself too, genuinely happy to be back seeing as how it’s been so long since I’ve talked to them or played Among Us with them. Maybe that’s another reason why the animation took so long to be finished: I lose motivation when I’m not social and since I don’t leave my house a lot when I’m working on a project, these guys are usually my only social interaction and without them I turned into a literal bum. “How have you all been? How’s it going?”

“It was barely going, to be honest.“ Corpse says with a huff of laughter.

“Yeah, it was super boring without you! Glad you’re back!“ Poki interferes too, her statement widening my smile.

“Aww thanks guys! I’m glad to be back too, feels like it’s been forever since I last was in this Discord server or in an Among Us lobby.“ I say, throwing a quick glance at my chat to see the excited comments left there by my viewers.

“Oh, and congrats on making it on Trending! I was overjoyed when I saw your video on the Trending tab, you don’t even know.“ Rae gushes, bringing a slight blush to my cheeks - yeah I know, I suck at receiving compliments about my work, I’m working on it though!

To be perfectly honest, that video didn’t deserve to make it to Trending. Hell, the chances of it making there were nonexistent considering my channel’s rather small and has a tight-knit community of about two hundred thousand people only. And I don’t mean that as though it’s a bad thing, I’m just using it to set the scene of how impossible it seemed to me that a video of mine would make it to Trending.

“Um yeah, thank you so much, Rae. Honestly, I need to thank Corpse for that.“ I say, my blush deepening as my cheeks grow even redder. “People thought the character in the animation was him so they had to investigate.“

Yeah, apparently a fan of mine who watched the video recognized the character of my boyfriend as Corpse and immediately took to Twitter to let people know what they’d found and man did it blow up. Anything involving Corpse blows up nowadays but I still owe him a ‘thank you’. One I bet he won’t accept. I know him too well at this point - I know he won’t take any credit for it whatsoever but oh whatever.

“My phone got blown up the day it was posted, holy crap.“ Corpse laughs, “I was so taken aback, in all honesty. I was like: yeah, no shit, Sherlock. - Thought everyone already knew we were dating. Like, the confusion really caught me off guard. I thought we were being obvious.“

Well....I guess that’s one way to reveal a relationship you’ve been keeping secret for months now.

“Thanks, babe. Couldn’t have done that any more originally, I guarantee.“ I sigh, tangling my fingers in the roots of my hair as I feel laughter bubbling up from my stomach to my chest, begging for me to let it out.

“Wait...“, Rae is, unsurprisingly, the one to break the silence that commences on our friends’ part, “WHAT?!“

“Yeah, I second that...“ Poki is quick to follow, “WHAT!?“

Oh here we go....

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luckyasfuck · 4 years ago

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maybe i just wanna be yours [k. bakugou]

A CAMBOY AU SERIES - PARTS 1, 2, 3, 4, [5]

pairing // katsuki x female reader

tw // cussing, smut

warnings for this part // oral (m and f recieving), hair pulling, face-fucking, exhibitionist kink, spanking, praise, dacryphilia

theme // enemies to lovers au, camboy!katsu au, college student!katsu and reader au, no quirk au

keys // y/n

words // 1.8k

a/n // IM SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG I DONT DESERVE YALL. pt 6 at 250 likes and 20 reblogs btw!

previous part

y/n has been alone in the library for about an hour now. she didn’t notice katsuki’s absence until she had to change subjects to study, too indulged in the textbook to look up. no messages were given by katsuki about him being late and she grumbled, rolling her eyes. she writes the name of the textbook on top of the page in her notebook and the library door swings open.

a calm katsuki walks towards her, ash blonde hair kinda messy and his black hoodie all over the place. with an eyeroll, y/n went back to writing on her notebook while handing the textbook she just used to him. “you’re la-”

“why’d you block me?”

the sentence made the girl look at him with a glare. her hand stops writing, her body stiffens and her hands start to sweat. “what the fuck are you talking about?” she avoids his strong gaze, looking back down on her notebook. katsuki fumes at this, pulling out his phone as she started to write again.

the notebook is closed harshly, a phone being slammed down on it as it displayed her account and the block message. she looked up at the fuming boy as he gripped his phone tight, gazing down at her. “none of your fucking business.” she replied, putting the cap on her ballpoint pen. about to glare at him again, a gasp erupts from her throat when he grips the collar of her shirt, pulling her towards him.

“why’d you block me?” katsuki’s breath fanned right on her lips, his eyes locked right into hers. she sends a death glare his way, grabbing his wrist and detaching it from her collar. “it was the right thing to do and you know it.” the blonde rolled his eyes as y/n dusted her shirt off, fixing her collar. “great, now it’s loose.”

heavy steps make the h/c turn her head to the sound, only to be grabbed by the shoulders and sat down harshly. katsuki towered over her, “unblock me now.”

“i see no reason to.” stray students walked inside the library and y/n is quick to shove katsuki away from her, they chatter and sit on a table near the front. they don’t acknowledge the two students who were here before them as they laughed loudly.

y/n sighs, mood completely ruined by the dumb blonde and class skippers. speaking of the dumb blonde, he eyes the students as well, dragging a chair and sitting down beside y/n right before she got up to return the textbook. vermillion eyes stare right into her ass before they’re torn away by her voice, “go get a fucking textbook.”

the math section is where it all goes downhill.

hands show up either side of y/n as she’s reading through the contents of the math book. about to turn around, she stiffens when a warm, sculpted body presses up against her back.

katsuki’s crotch brushes up against her rump, his pecs right against her back. “what the fuck are you doing?” the pressed up girl returns the textbook to its original place, trying to even out her breaths. the blonde moves back a little, a hand gripping y/n’s shoulders to turn her around. “will you stop pushing me around?! you- mhmp!”

a pair of lips slams against hers mid-sentence, a tongue instantly prodding against her lips asking for entrance. the hands encaging her roam her body, one staying put on her hips. “don’t you ever shut the fuck up?” katsuki slurred against her lips as y/n put her hands on his chest, “says you.”

the next thing the blonde knows, he’s pinned to a shelf. the shelf falters slightly but this doesn’t bother y/n, instead she presses herself against him while connecting their lips once again.

now that was definitely unexpected.

“you want it or nah?” katsuki pulls away, hands disappearing underneath her shirt. “i’m afraid you’ll be too loud.” he smirked, groping her left boob. “me? too loud?” y/n tilts her head to the side, her hand traveling downwards to squeeze the males evident bulge, making him whine out quietly. “says you.”

“i’ve watched enough of your stupid lives to know how loud you can be.” the students chatter loudly in the distance, making the both of them aware of their presence. for some reason, the librarian wasn’t here to check up on the shelves every now and then. perfect, y/n thought as she got on her knees, grazing her fingernails along the side of katsuki’s bulge. his cock twitches under her palm as he covers his mouth, breathing heavily.

his cock was pretty. of course, she’d seen it on multiple lives, but seeing it right infront of her, his pink tip leaking and his veins throbbing. it hit different. without warning, her lips encage his cock head, licking at his the pre-cum dripping down his slit. a beautiful moan escapes from katsuki’s parted lips as he threw his head back onto the shelf filled with books. chatter and footsteps approach the both of them, growing louder by the second.

“hey, sto-” katsuki warns, trying to push the girl away from his cock. the students walk to the section of shelves right behind them, laughing about getting a book named whatever that was. ignoring the statement, y/n pushes his cock deeper into his mouth, hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around. the weight of it felt amazing against her tongue as she slowly fit all of him in, struggling and gagging. she pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects her to his cock.

“oh don’t stop now.” katsuki glared, grabbing the back of her head and pushing her back. “fucking suck it, so these students right behind us knows whose cock you’re choking on, yeah? it’s my cock.” for reasons unknown, the students behind them didn’t hear a thing, probably too busy being idiots. y/n only nods, continuing her job, stroking the places she can’t reach. “poor girl, you need help?”

a harsh grip on her hair and she gags audibly again, hoping the idiots behind katsuki didn’t hear it. slowly, he started fucking himself with her mouth, admiring the way she looked up at him, saliva drooling down her jaw and onto the floor. the tip of his cock hits the back of his throat and he groans. “did you hear that?” a slightly muffled voice asks and the laughter and noise ceases. y/n and katsuki’s hearts drop, but she can’t stop now, could she?

with a faster pace, she starts sucking again, looking up at katsuki with a smirk. “we should go check.” they hear and y/n’s heart pace picks up, licking at the prominent vein of the blonde’s cock. “fucking filthy exhibitionist.” he mouths as the group of students start to investigate. right about to catch the dirty doings of the duo, they’re called by the remnants of their friend group to go get food. “too bad,” he threw his head back, hard footsteps and chatter slowly disappearing in the distance until the library door finally closes, leaving the room silent. “they didn’t see me fill your throat with cum.” he says, finally shooting his load into your mouth.

the library consists now of katsuki’s moans and y/n audibly gagging here and there. “your turn.” the next thing she knew, she was bent over the desk they were studying at. “we were supposed to study, weren’t we? okay.” he let out a deep chuckle, opening the textbook she used to study. “page 357, what is knowledge?” the cold breeze of the air-conditioned library made her shiver as he hoisted her skirt up, groping her ass and thumbing her clit. “i... i haven’t gotten to that page ye-”

spank.

“ow, fuck!” the slap stung, and katsuki chuckled, kneading her ass cheek with the same hand he used to spank it. a thumb grazing the wet patch in her panties. “page 17, what is psychology?” y/n gulps, legs quivering. “scientific study of... of mental process and behavior...” the tension is thick when he doesn’t speak, she tries to look back at him to see what he’s doing only to be cut off by a moan when one of his fingers dig inside her, slowly moving in and out. “the more correct answers you give, the faster i go. the more wrong answers you give, the slower i go. understood?”

“u-understood.”

“page 137, when was behaviorism introduced?” fuck, y/n didn’t like numbers. katsuki stops moving his fingers and she whines, trying to pry her brain for the answer. “1913...?” a sigh leaves her lips when he starts moving again, a little faster now. “good girl.” this went on for ten more questions, her ass stinging, legs giving up, and tears rolling down onto the table. she had already cum twice, mind becoming hazier and hazier with each question. “that’s it baby, one more question. page 270, which theory of abnormal behavior stresses the importance of current experiences and the persons view of themselves?”

y/n felt his cock prodding at her entrance and she whines, thrusting back to try and get it inside of her. katsuki puts the book down, gripping her hips and pinning her wrists above her head. “nope, answer the question first.” he teases, rubbing her slit up and down with his cock. “existential theories.” she answered proudly, a small oh, yes leaving her lips when he slowly bottoms out inside of her. “good girl, you like being fucked out here? when anyone can walk in and see you?”

the size of his cock was amazing, it felt amazing. the females eyes lull shut, gripping down at the table with her fingers as katsuki picked up his pace, heavy balls slapping her clit with each thrust. y/n can only nod, face contorting in pleasure as skin slapping, her whines and his grunts bounced off the four walls of the library. “good girl.” he says for the millionth time, bending over to give her shoulder blade a kiss. “fuck! g-gonna cum again!” she warns, legs shaking and sobs leaving her lips.

“so pretty when you cry,” katsuki whines out, thrusts growing sloppier and faster. “so. fucking. p-pretty.” a loud moan escapes both of their lips and his hips stutter, shooting his load inside her. he thrusts a few more times, prolonging their orgasm. soon, he pulls out and they’re both panting. with a swift movement, he spanks her ass one last time before pulling her panties up, keeping his cum inside.

y/n is still fucked out, drool and tears all over her face as she got up from the table. katsuki grabs a chair and moves it to her, slowly sitting her down. “you hurt anywhere?” he tried to act cool while snatching her phone, offering her his jug. “fuck off, i see you taking my phone. unblock yourself if you want, i don’t plan on watching your stupid lives anyway.” she choked out, wiping the thin layer of sweat on her forehead. katsuki rolls his eyes at this, unblocking himself and unfollowing all the other camboys you had.

“we’ll see about that, pretty face.”

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through the lens ❀ l.jn

❀ lee jeno x fem!reader ❀ genre - slow burn, smut/mature content, fluff (romance?), slight angst ❀ details - photographer!jeno, model!reader, college!au, shy!jeno but he aint shy in bed, strangers to fuckers!au ❀ word count - 8k (this is the longest thing ive ever written) ❀ warnings - nude modeling, swearing, oral (f/receiving), some sweet love makin’ ❀ brief synopsis - jeno asks you to model for his internship project, but little did you know, it was going to be a nude photo shoot.

❝ jeno was too shy to hold eye contact, but he stared at you endlessly through the lens. ❞

❀ a/n - hihihi this is author doie❀ ! im bad at writing smut so pls dont hate me ah ha lol i tried my best i also dont model/do professional photography so really apologize if i butcher any terms lmaoo the only thing i am is that im in college and im shy

Jeno had applied to almost a hundred internships and almost close to none returned with an offer, even after a whole month of waiting. He absolutely needed to start building his portfolio before the beginning of his senior year of college. The embarrassment of possibly graduating without any experience loomed over the desperate boy.

Photography had been more than a hobby to him, to the point where he wanted to take it seriously. His parents weren’t the most supportive of an Arts major, but that couldn’t stop him. Jeno saw the best through a camera lens. He had a special eye for beautiful moments and the impressing urge to capture it forever.

It was too late to change his major, if he wanted to graduate with all of his friends. If he wanted to be successful, he had to act on it now.

The swoosh! of a new email startled the sleeping boy. He stared at the brightly lit screen, reading the words over and over again to make sure it was real. Jeno was so enthralled with excitement that he scrambled out of bed to wake up his roommate, Jaemin.

He shook him so violently that the sheets fell from Jaemin’s warm body. “Dude! I got an internship!” He spoke with incredible glee, a wide smile couldn’t leave his face.

Jaemin groaned and had to hold Jeno by the shoulders to halt the boy from causing the room to spin. “Why--What is going on?” He dazely rubbed his tired eyes to blink at his giddy roommate.

The screen blinded Jaemin as it was shoved too closely to adjust. “Whoa--,” he pushed it away and shut his eyes, “--repeat what you just said one more time.” Jaemin held a finger up and Jeno grabbed it, jumping onto his best friend’s bed.

“I got an internship. Someone got back to me.” Jaemin returned the same excitement the moment he processed his words. He shot up in bed and hugged his friend tightly.

“Wo-w, dude! Congratulations!” The two boys hurried on their feet to cheer together. There was no concern for the rest of their housemates, only celebration that roared throughout the entire night.

Truthfully, Jeno had no recollection of applying to this studio. It could have been a random link on a job scouting website, but he couldn’t be more grateful. An internship was long overdue and Jeno had been itching to get some recognition for his craft.

“Hello, I’m Lee Jeno.” He bowed slightly at the receptionist, who had a stern stare that made him feel vulnerable. The first thing he noted about the office: white and minimalistic.

Jeno’s specialty was landscape photography. His aesthetics consisted of black and white filters, city lights, dark mood lighting, and background commotion. He enjoyed capturing chaos the most, a scene where more than one thing was happening. The only reason being that there was more to look at.

“Nice to meet you. The name is Lee Taemin, but you can call me what you please.” A young, lean man strolled his way towards Jeno with a wide grin and his hand for him to shake. Taemin was slightly shorter than him, but his stylish, expensive boots made up for his height. He had to be only a maximum of five years older than Jeno as Taemin appeared relatively youthful.

Taemin’s firm grip pulled Jeno along inside the studio. A small gasp escaped from Jeno which earned robust laughter from the older man. “I hope you can break out of your shell soon. There is no room for timidness around here, Mister Lee.”

“Please, you can call me Jeno.” He smiled, quite awkwardly at the beautiful man.

The tall glass windows, the concrete, gray floor, the white doors that lined the hallway, had to be all too predictable. Jeno envisioned this is what high class must look like. It was the pristine, bright feeling and the smell of vanilla that lingered distastefully. There was chatter behind the closed doors --- mainly directing, and high praises.

The only off-put was that photographers worked behind closed doors. From the few studios he has visited previously, photographers often worked in open spaces due to lighting fractures or the ability to roam more freely.

“I’m actually very ecstatic you signed up for the internship, since you do seem a bit on the younger side.” Taemin gestured toward the sofa in the middle of his massive office. Jeno sat across from him. Water was already placed on the glass coffee table that separated the two. A laptop was opened to face Taemin.

Jeno slyly rubbed the condensation from his palms on his jeans. Taemin’s stare bore deep into the shy boy, who had to break eye contact from time to time. “I know.” Jeno chuckled nervously, “thank you for getting back to me. I was really hoping to gain work experience through mentorship.”

Taemin nodded at everything Jeno was saying. His face being completely expressionless. Jeno sipped his water to regain moisture in his dry throat. Taemin was more intimidating than he was anticipating. “Sounds great. Happy to have you here. It might be a small business, but the experience is worth investing in. Every photographer who has come in and out of my building has found their forte. Let’s say, it’s eye opening.”

“That’s exactly what I was looking for actually.” As scared as he was of this mysterious man, he really enjoyed the comfort the environment radiated.

Taemin leaned forward and squinted at the screen. “I noticed in the portfolio you sent that you don’t have any portraits or any people, in general, in your photos. Do you have any works with people? Since this is a studio of fine art nude photography.”

Nude. Jeno practically choked on the last remaining spit he gathered. Taemin acknowledged the boy’s shocked reaction and tilted his head curiously, “you did know that I specialize in contemporary fine art nude photography, right?” Unfortunately, Jeno did not.

Jeno cleared his throat, “yes, of course. I wanted to challenge myself.” He had to lie, there was no other way to cover up his disbelief. This internship was the only hope left for him to gain something. Though, even the thought of shooting a naked body made him anxious.

He hated how timid he was. His friends and family say otherwise, mainly for the reason that Jeno automatically lit up behind a camera. In all honesty, he hid behind it. It was the only safe place that Jeno knew what he was doing. However when it came to real life situations without it, he lacked the confidence to be himself.

As ironic as it was, he hated being seen. He liked to be the background character in his own life, because the main character took too much of a toll. It could also be his deafening insecurities and lack of self esteem, but Jeno didn’t mind not being the center of attention.

“You like a challenge?” It was more of a statement rather than a question. Jeno caught a glimpse of the twinkle in Taemin’s dark eyes. “Then for your first task, I want you to show me that you can take on this role.”

Jeno scrambled for his phone to jot down notes. “Send me an emotional portfolio, model of your choice. They could be a friend of yours that you feel comfortable seeing naked. It must include a variation of headshots, full body, and body details. It must also be raw and unedited photos. I want to see if you have the eye for the art to capture these types of images.”

“When would you like it by?” He stammered, completely winded at the sudden project that unloaded on top of him.

“Next Friday, and you’ll present it to me here in person. Feel free to use this studio if you don’t have a place of your own with equipment. All you need to do is book a room with the front desk. Any other questions?” The sound of the laptop shutting caused Jeno to look up at the brilliance in front of him. He needed Taemin to help him succeed.

“Why do you take nude photography?”

Taemin was unable to stop the laughter that erupted into the room. “I don’t run a pimp business or sell soft core porn, if that’s why you’re staring at me so funnily. What I make is an art masterpiece, it has nothing to do with physical features or desires. It’s the pure emotion that clothing distracts from. Clothing conforms the model into an aesthetic, and while that works for editorials, it won’t be a consistent thing here.”

Jeno nodded understandingly. Overwhelmed and lost at words. He was unsure what he had gotten himself into. Where was he going to find a model on such short notice on such lewd conditions? He was really going to need to step out of his comfortable zone, in his photography and social skills.

Taemin stood up and extended his hand once more. “I take pride in my art, so I hope you, too, start finding that in your own.”

Jaemin held his stomach from the endless laughter, tears welling up in his eyes. “Nud-Nude photography? And you didn’t know?”

“Jaemin, keep it down.” Jeno whispered and cautiously peered around at the few people flooding into the small lecture hall. “I don’t want everyone in our club to misunderstand and think I’m some creep.”

His best friend straightened up in his seat and placed his hand on Jeno's slumped shoulder, “first of all, you’re a complete idiot for not researching. Secondly, it’s an art form. If you really got yourself a shady, rated R internship, I would’ve told you to drop it instantly.”

His spirits were slightly lifted, but he was still struggling with who he should ask to model for him. As much as he’s already seen of Jaemin, being his roommate, he honestly would rather leave the rest to imagination. Jeno wasn’t purposefully searching the room for a candidate, but he could not stop his eyes from drifting.

He spotted the most attractive side profile that sat two rows below him. He shook his head to make sure he was seeing her correctly. Peering around, he looked for another possible face to shoot. But oh god, how she caught his eye every time she even slightly moved.

You smiled happily with your friends by your side as your club’s executive board members introduced this year’s goals and events to attend. It had to be the smallest amount of alcohol still running in your system that caused you to giggle every time guys tried to turn around and hit on you.

“Why don’t you focus on our club members instead?” You smirked at the smug older boy, who had poorly attempted to grab your attention. “I think this information is important to you. These events could help you develop your social skills to be much better.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but your girl friends scoffed by your side.

He got up in disbelief and quickly walked out of the room. There was a brief pause at the sudden movement, but the announcement carried on per usual.

Jeno impatiently waited for the club meeting to finally be over, so he could talk to you. The longer it dragged, the more his confidence was subsiding. “I’m heading to study, wanna come with?” Jaemin poked at Jeno’s knee.

“Yeah, but you can go ahead first. I need to talk to someone.” His voice was shaky and his throat went so dry. Jeno’s shifty eyes scanned the room, hoping no one saw how nervous he was acting.

Jaemin’s eyebrows lifted suspiciously, “who? I didn’t even know you talked to anyone who came today. Donghyuck and Renjun aren’t here---”

“--her, Jaemin... her. I’m going to ask her to model for me.” Jeno motioned his head. His heart beating faster at seeing a small grin appear on your face from a comment someone made.

Jaemin hummed, “good luck with that, bud. I’ve got two shoulders for you to cry on after.” The extra hint of sarcasm only made Jeno sweat nervously. He was seriously doubting his decision, but it wouldn’t be a challenge if he didn’t do it. He knew he’d regret it more if he didn’t just ask you.

Once the meeting was dismissed, you wanted to get out of the room before the heavy rush into the hallways. Unfortunately, a few frat guys pulled you into their conversation and chatted up a storm. Your friends played into their foolery, but you stopped paying attention when they asked for your numbers.

There was a faint tap on your shoulder and you turned to see who the culprit was. You didn’t seem to know him, because you would’ve remembered such a demeanor. His eyes were glued to the floor behind you and his shaky hands ran through his brown locks. His shyness was quite endearing, yet alarming since you weren’t sure why exactly he had approached you.

“Yes?” You asked curiously.

The moment Jeno heard your delicate cadence, he melted like a popsicle left out in the sun. He peered up, but quickly reverted his eyes to the white tiles when he noticed how beautifully you stared at him.

He counted his breathing to calm his rapid heart beat. He cleared his throat to introduce himself, “I’m Jeno. I’m a third year Arts major, um-- I was just--- I know we don’t know each other. I wanted to ask, uh-” Jeno was horrified at how he stammered over his own words. His cheeks burned with a red glow, and if he couldn’t look you in the eye before, he definitely couldn’t now.

“Hey, see you later.” One of the bulky frat guys called and you waved back weakly.

A guy who had been chasing you endlessly scoffed at the pitiful sight and smirked at you, “see you at my house tonight? Been missing you in my bed lately.”

“Thought you would’ve guessed the reason why I stopped coming around.” Jeno heard the sting in your remarks and the disbelief in the male.

You honestly could have left, Jeno knew that. But you stayed and waited patiently for him to finish. Jeno could tell how strong you were just by your intimidating aura that practically suffocated him by standing in close proximity to you.

You sighed and reached to grab your jacket on the folded seat, “look, Jeno. It’s nice to meet you and all, but I gotta get going.”

Shockingly, the shy boy reached out to stop you by your fingertips. His touch lingered before he dropped your hand quickly. “I’m sorry. Are you free this Monday?”

“Uh, that depends. If you’re asking me on a date, then I’m busy.” Rolling your eyes, you weren’t sure why you still stayed to listen to what this random stranger had to say. If it were anyone else, you would’ve walked away the moment he asked if you were free. However, you acknowledged his timidness and the courage he must have mustered up to approach you.

Jeno shook his head violently, completely in shambles from that type of misunderstanding. “Not a date. I need someone to model for my portfolio photos that my internship assigned. It’s actually very important to me because it’s the first internship that responded back to me when I had applied to so many a whole month ago. Basically, I really need this and you because I think you’d be perfect to take pictures of. Oh-- wow! That sounded very bad --- uh --- what I meant is that your facial proportions are perfect and---”

“I’m free Monday.” You cut off his endless ramble and gestured toward his phone. He handed it to you without any hesitation and you typed in your number. “Text me the time, place and what I should wear.”

“Oh actually, it’s a nude photoshoot.” Your eyes doubled in size, completely offended by that statement.

Jeno felt the sudden shift in the air and brought his hands up to block himself, “to be more clear, it’s a contemporary fine art nude photography studio. The pictures are pieces of art and to be seen as that only. I have no intentions or ulterior motive to sleep with you, see you naked or sell, leak your nudes for the profit of your body. But, I understand if you no longer want to do it because it sounds super strange now that I am explaining it.”

Your shoulders relaxed and the fist that formed unraveled. You exhaled deeply, “I’ll do it. We can talk more about it on Monday and I get to leave on my own accord if I don’t feel comfortable. We work on my conditions.” Picking up Jeno’s chin, he was absolutely petrified at the forced eye contact and your incredible, powerful gaze. He was mesmerized by the fire in your eyes, and if he stared any longer, he could’ve lost himself in them.

“Of course.” With that, you dropped his face and left without another look back. Jeno looked down at his phone and the new contact name, (Y/N). It had slipped his mind to even ask what your name was and he slapped his face in utter stupidity. “Do better, Lee Jeno.” It was a remainder to himself to, hopefully, be better the next time you two speak.

Monday, 3:03 PM.

Jeno paced back and forth in the brightly, lit white room. He was trying to find any blinds or curtains to cover the tall windows of the high rise building. It should not be too much of a problem, the extra lighting was a positive. Jeno was only worried for your comfort of the openness.

There was a soft knock before Jeno practically tripped to open the door. His breath hitched at the sight of your bare face. This time, you were the vulnerable one. Jeno only saw purity, yet impressed at how your tired eyes still managed to bid him a soft smile. He admired your uneven complexion, and the sparse moles that dotted your skin.

“Okay, so you want to see me naked now or later?” Filled with jokes, your voice was light and airy this afternoon. There was a bit of a contrast from the first time you two met. Softer, enchanting, almost ghostly.

Everything in the room was white. The mattress on the floor had a white comforter and white sheets. The backdrop. The walls. The hardwood floor. The only color was the blue sky that the tall windows let in.

“Here’s a robe. You can change in the bathroom.” Jeno scratched the back of his neck and his eyes wandered everywhere, but your’s.

“Would you be okay with me just taking off my clothes in here?” You saw the light tint of pink cover his face, and spread to his ears. You examined more of the shy boy’s embarrassed face, finally getting a really good look at him. Jeno was very attractive, and you could only imagine how beautiful he must look if he fully faced you.

Jeno fiddled with his camera strap, “only if you are okay with that.” Clearing his throat, he stood next to the window to give you some privacy. “I’ll go over what I plan on doing. I’m going to take photos of your face details, parts of your body, full body, and portraits. You can lay down on the bed and I’ll direct you in poses. Have you modeled before?”

He was scanning the bustling city below his feet. Cars zoomed quickly and crowds of tiny people flooded the streets. He brought his camera up to his face, not being able to resist the urge to capture such a thrilling sight.

“If Instagram counts, then yeah. Professional model gig would be a no. Nude photography is a definite no, unless we are talking about being filmed during sex.” Jeno chuckled, while also holding the camera steady and stealing a few moments to keep for himself.

For a strange reason, being naked for a non-sensual reason felt even more vulnerable. Laying on the soft fabric, you felt oddly exposed and slightly more reserved. You’ve had countless strangers see you naked. Men were sexually desiring to see a sexy picture. You were always lusted after, but this feeling of nakedness was special.

“Are you ready?” Jeno gulped, finally setting the camera down.

You hummed cheerfully. Your heart was leaping out of your chest as the boy shifted slowly to face you. As he turned, you noticed he had his eyes sealed shut, which caused a small laugh to erupt. “Jeno, you have my permission to open your eyes and to look at me.”

Holy shit, he was trembling with an inexplicable fear. The camera was slipping from his sweaty hands. His mouth was as dry as the desert. Jeno’s pounding heart was loud in his ears.

Jeno has seen his past girlfriends laying naked in bed, but this situation was too different. When he saw you laying there in absolutely nothing, he was overwhelmed, yet astounded at how graceful you appeared.

There was no exchange of words and no exchange of eye contact. He towered over your lying figure and shakily brought the camera to his eyes. He selfishly wanted to capture your elegance. Through the lens, he saw all of you: the curve in your eyelid, your curled eyelashes, the small mole next to your soft lips, the sharp color of your eyes, the way your hair frames your face.

This was the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. You were comparable to the arts found in popular museums. Your body lines were enticing and an impressive shape. Your breasts pooled on your chest, the round nude nipple in the centers. Your details had to be sculpted by gods, who took their sweet time making you. You were a true masterpiece.

Confused, Jeno felt a huge mixture of emotions. Was he aroused? Was he infatuated? Did he just fall in love with a complete stranger? He recognized the same thrilled feelings he felt taking landscape photos. With each click, he grew more excited with how beautiful the photos were turning out.

“Sit up and rest your chin on your left hand. Lean your weight on your right leg.” Jeno’s direction was clear and firm. There was no evidence of a smaller tone he usually spoke in. Sitting up, you placed your elbow on your upper thigh to steady your chin. Jeno had already gotten down to floor level to you.

Without the camera that separated you two, it had to be the first time he faced you completely in such close proximity. There was so much to admire about Jeno. He remained concentrated on his craft, but it was actually very sexy to see his dedication. It was almost like he was a whole new person, like all the shyness drifted away.

Jeno couldn’t take his eyes off of you. It wasn’t simply your beauty that amazed him. Your confidence made everything easy. There was something about your blank stares, when he asked for an emotion, you portrayed it perfectly.

“Can we talk while you shoot?” Your sudden voice startled the photographer. He lowered his camera and his gaze automatically wandered off behind you, which didn’t go unnoticed. He nodded after a short pause and the shutter noises continued.

“Why did you choose me as your model?”

Jeno peeled away from the device, “because you’re you.” He didn’t even know what that statement meant. It wasn’t like he knew you before the first time he asked you to model for him.

The corners of your lips dipped down, drawing an evident frown. Click. Jeno loved that image especially. It was a simple way to get real, authentic facial expressions. He marveled at the photo, but registered the reason behind it. “I wanted to ask you the second I saw you. I just knew that I wanted you.”

“But you don’t know me.”

Jeno looked through the lens once again, welcoming a full view of your stunning attributes. He spoke in a low voice, “then, let me know you.” Click.

It would be the biggest lie to say that you weren’t aroused by Jeno at the moment. He was cool, without trying to be. He really did shine when he had a camera to work with, like a star to a dark night. While he had a distinct demeanor off the bat, you enjoyed unraveling the rest of him. He was, also, the first man you met that didn’t seem sexually driven by a naked woman in his presence.

You had to resist every urge to push the camera away and share the few seconds of his entire gaze before it wandered away. You wanted to rock his world, he was so innocent and beautiful. You wished to wreak havoc on him, have him show you how much he wanted you.

You anticipated an awkward photoshoot, but Jeno made you feel safe and comfortable. He made sure to adjust the temperature when goosebumps rose on your arms and when your nipples became painfully hard. He never touched you or came too much into your personal space. He always asked for your permission.

Nude modeling was a new experience for you, but you were surprised at how much you liked it. or how much you liked Jeno taking your photos. He sat next to you on the bed when you put on your articles of clothing and panned through several shots to satisfy your curiosity.

Leaning close, your head ducked to see the photos. A gasp escaped your lips when you saw just the first few. “Is that really me?” The pictures made you feel an abundance of emotions, you felt what they reflected. Sadness, melancholy, happiness, confidence. You didn’t know images had that much power to make you feel that, especially photos of you.

Jeno nodded, smiling so wide that his eyes turned to moon crescents. He was so in love with the results. He found respect for Taemin’s craft and he was right, he might’ve found a new forte to experiment with. “I can send you the photos digitally too, if you want them.”

“Maybe I’ll print them out, frame them, and gift it to every horrid man who has tried to flirt their way to my body since they want to see it so fucking bad.”

Jeno peered over and saw the tiny glimpse of pain in your orbs, “why would you give horrible people what they want?”

“So they can finally shut up and leave me alone. Plus, this is art and if I tell them it’s actually me, maybe it’ll change their minds to start treating me like it.”

He held his palm up and almost immediately, your fingers filled the spaces between his. “I’m going to need you to start treating yourself as fine art.”

“Keep taking more photos of me and I just might start thinking I’m Mona Lisa.” Your laughters blended nicely into each other. There was mutual mental acknowledgement of the happiness you were both feeling.

Jeno never let go of your hand, and there was a short moment of comforting silence where you two sat in each other’s existence. You were the one to break it, “are you doing anything after this?”

He shook his head. “Well then, you’re mine for the rest of the night. We’re going to pretend we’ve been close friends since first year and eat take-out on my bed because that’s what I need at the moment.”

“I know you respect my body and see this as an art form, but I’m genuinely surprised that you didn’t feel aroused at the slightest.”

Jeno didn’t even realize how much time had already passed being you. You two ate and chatted as if you’ve known each other forever, as if the friendship wasn’t established several hours ago. It felt safe and right, like you two belonged in each other’s existence and nowhere else mattered.

He felt warm inside from your hearty laughter and courage, like he was watching a painting come to life or a photo in movement. You were smitten over how endearing and complex he was. He was more than what meets the eye and that alone drew you towards him.

“Okay, I’ll admit,” Jeno paused to watch your reaction, “in the most respectable way, I was somewhat turned on. But! Before you trail blaze me for being just like every disgusting male in your life, I genuinely didn’t have any sexual thoughts during the photoshoot. That was all professional and it will continue to be like that.”

Getting up from your bed, your mind was working at lightspeed to process his confession. Jeno was fast to pick up someone’s personality, what stood out and what was kept hidden. He knew quicker than anyone else that you were not someone to offend because you were a strong, straight forward woman.

His personality breakdown went like this: you knew what you like, you knew you were going to get what you want, you enjoyed flirty banter (with people of your choice), you weren’t afraid to be blunt, or kick someone’s ass. You carried yourself with confidence that graced your every step, which makes anyone attracted to you instantly. Bold, confident, sexy had to be what came to mind whenever he thought about you.

Nonetheless, he really liked you as a person. He could pat himself on the back all day long for just approaching you, but he knew the real reason as to how this all happened. It was you saying yes to a stranger’s odd photoshoot. You made him the luckiest man in the world.

“Continue? Are you looking for excuses to keep seeing me?” You smirked and Jeno’s voice grew small.

“I--- uh, well,” there goes the nervous stammering, “I know the conditions were a one time thing, so I understand if you don’t want to do it again.” As the night had progressed, Jeno gradually began to hold eye contact and actually looked at you directly without the help of seeing you through a lens. This was the first time he broke it.

“Hey now, I’m messing with you, Jeno.” He had been sitting on your floor, at the end of your bed. You crawled on your elbows to reach him, and to hold his chin to face you again. Deja vu. “I’d love to get naked for you again, and again, and.. as many times as you want me to.”

He stared at you with his mouth hung open in disbelief. His eyes scanned your beautiful face to see your lips pull back into a mischievous smile. Gulping, he swallowed every ounce of courage he had left. “You don’t have to say it like that.” He tried to remove your grip, but it latched onto his hand.

“You’re finally looking me in the eye, sweet thing. I don’t think you realize how much I had been wanting that from you.” You caressed his cheek, rubbing small circles on his texture.

“What else do you want from me?” His implication sounded suggestive, even if his curiosity was innocent.

Your hot breath brushed against Jeno’s lips. “I can show you.”

Jeno, the one and only college guy who has seen your naked body in a non-sexual context. Jeno, the shy, sweet boy who appreciated and recognized you as a form of art. Jeno, the talented and skillful photographer, who consistently made sure you felt comfortable. Jeno, the only person in the world who you’d model nude for. Jeno, the dazzling character behind the camera who you wanted more than anyone else you’ve ever met. Lee Jeno.

He seemed like he was inching closer, already tilting his head to fit your’s. You smiled to yourself, seeing that your words were received well. Diving in, your lips swam together fervently.

The poor boy found himself lost in your enchanting, alluring gaze. He let the trance consume him, selfishly kissing the art he admired so dearly. A small part of him felt the guilt and confusion that began to rise. He wasn’t sure why he suddenly wished to feel your lips on his neck, or run his hands across your hot skin. He swore these thoughts were not present earlier.

A small pop! and Jeno held your shoulder to pull away. “I’m sorry, did I do something?” You asked, honestly concerned that you were taking more than you deserved. The least you desired was to hurt Jeno, who had been nothing but nice and sweet.

“(Y/N),” you could listen to your name roll off his tongue all day, “I feel somewhat guilty. I don’t want things to be misunderstood.”

“Which would be?”

“I don’t want you to think I coerced you into being my model just because I had intentions to sleep with you.” Jeno was already gathering his things, but you hopped off your bed and placed a hand on his chest. “Because that’s what it’s starting to look like at the moment.”

“Was that something you did though? Did you have those intentions?” Your stare bore right through him. The warmth of your hand relaxed his racing heart.

“Never, (Y/N), I would never do that to someone.” Your hand traveled down to grab his belongings and tossed it back onto the ground.

He silently watched as you took off your pants, and stood in front of him in your underwear. “Then, we’re fine. I know your intentions have always been pure. But truthfully, Jeno, seeing you focused while you worked sparked something in me. You don’t understand how aroused I got and how badly I wanted you to fuck me on that bed.” His hand trailed up your exposed thighs, finally touching your softness. “You’re the one guy I wanted first, and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt that.”

“I-- I don’t know what to say.” His cheeks revealed how embarrassed he was, but his dark, lustful eyes were telling a different story.

A smirk fell upon your face, “then don’t say anything.”

Jeno devoured you, inhaling the light hint of vanilla that still lingered. He hoisted you onto your mattress and kissed you like his life depended on it. His antsy hands roamed your free range, exploring, holding, gripping the parts he marveled over. Small moans from the back of your throat encouraged him to continue.

No one has ever kissed you with the amount of passion Jeno did. It was gentle, with enough vigor to cause your panties to dampen. It wasn’t sloppy, where previous guys had a problem of missing your mouth entirely and slobbered your chin.

His lips worshiped you, highlighting your good sides. Flashes of the photoshoot popped into Jeno’s head as he left purple marks on the places he loved capturing the most. He pushed up your shirt, exposing your chest to him again. His tongue circled around your hard nipple as he made sure to give the same amount of attention to each one.

Jeno knew he was too shy to hold your intense stare, but getting to know you during and after the photoshoot, he could see the softness in your gaze. He was, now, able to see all of you. The sight of you through the camera was addicting enough, so finally taking you all in was more than satisfying.

Your hands ran through his hair as he kissed down your torso. His thumbs hooked the waistband of your underwear, and peeled it off your body. You gasped as the cold air from your apartment grazed against your exposed figure.

Jeno paused to admire your glistening pussy, “would it be okay if you let me make love to you?”

Your heart burned, not out of embarrassment, but at how he still managed to ask you for your permission in the sweetest way. You rested your weight on your elbows, “no one has done that before, would it actually make me want to fall in love with you?”

“It wouldn’t be too bad. I have a lot of love to give and you look like a person who deserves all of it anyways.” Jeno’s finger ran over your wet slit and rubbed your clit slowly.

Your moans filled the room as the electric jolted throughout your veins. The wetness grew, seeping out of you like a waterfall. Jeno dropped down to his knees, and lifted your legs on his broad shoulders.

“Are you usually this wet, baby?”

Chuckling, you smiled at his bold choice in using pet names, “Just for you.”

He hummed, chiming at how he liked your answer. Spreading you open, his tongue met with your swollen bud that begged for his licks.

His tongue darted side to side, up and down and in result, your back arched in pleasure and a darkness clouded your mind. His name and mindless profanities streamlined their way out of you as Jeno ate you out in such a precisely delicious way.

Grabbing a fist full of hair, you pulled him closer, even if there was no more space to fill. Looking down, you two exchanged glances before he thrusted a finger into you. Your hips bucked harder as he eased in another one.

Jeno curled his fingers in search of your sweet spot and found it when a deep moan escaped your throat. His fingertips rubbed and pressed into your plush flesh, causing you to practically scream and squirm in his mouth.

He suckled your clit and fingered you simultaneously and quickly. The pleasure was overflowing and you released his hair to grip your sheets below you. Your legs shook and trembled as he had no caution to stop.

“Please, I’m going to--” you could barely talk due to your face contouring to the splurge of pleasure every single time Jeno rubbed your spot. “--to explode.”

He had to take back what he thought earlier in the day. This was the most beautiful sight he’s ever laid eyes on. The whole scene played like from one of his favorite films. It felt like he was giving his photos life. Your body twisted and turned, accentuating the curves of your lines.

Jeno had become painfully hard against the fabric of his jeans, but seeing you fall apart because of his minimal movements exhilarated him. “P-Please, don’t stop.” A breathy moan followed suit and your thighs tried to press themselves together. Jeno didn’t allow it, his free hand hooked underneath your left thigh to pull one side away from his cheeks.

Your high gradually grew so tall that it all eventually came cascading down. Your legs shook violently and sat up from the euphoria that took over you. Jeno prolonged your buzz and you screamed loudly, having to bite down on your fingers to stop yourself from angering your neighbors.

Jeno drank you up, letting your wetness cover his chin and drip down his knuckles. He pulled away, at last, and you took deep breaths to control your heavy breathing. It was like Jeno knocked the wind completely out of you.

He stood up and you saw the outline of his hard bulge straining itself through his jeans. The next scene was quite animalistic. You, still embodying your high, sat on your knees and unzipped his pants with your needy hands.

“Now, it’s your turn to get nude for me.” You whispered, tauntingly. Jeno groaned when you reached down and gently pulled him out. He stepped out of his clothing, all of it. His shirt was lost in the corner and his bottoms were scattered over your floor. Mirroring his actions, you took off your last piece of cloth.

Jeno was built. Though his biceps did not go unnoticed during the photoshoot, you were surprised at the lines of muscle that sketched his body. It made your mouth water, seeing his extremely hard dick stand against his toned abs. His red tip fell just below his navel. Jeno only kept getting better as the night continued on.

Pulling him closer, his hand found their way to the back of your head as you aligned your mouth to the wetness that spilled from his tip. “I want to make you feel good.” Jeno’s hoarse voice made your knees weak.

Peering up, you batted your eyelashes at him fondly. “Just a little taste?” You begged, having to hold his shaft with both of your hands because of his thickness. Your tongue was already stuck out, your hot breath causing the tiniest bit of sensation for him.

He nodded and his eyes were trained on you. He didn’t want to miss any second of your kitty licks. You flattened your tongue against his warmth, dragging it up to the top. The saltiness hit your palette as you swirled around his redness. “Oh--” Jeno threw his head back and bit his lip, “--lay on the bed now.”

You smiled sweetly and gave his member a quick kiss before reaching for a condom in your drawer. Jeno climbed onto your bed and situated the rubber comfortably. You laid on your back and he was fast to pull your legs around his waist.

He lined himself at your entrance and eased his tip in slowly. Squirming, you craved him to fill you up to the brim. He leaned down to kiss you, letting your tongue lap with his. It’s your hands with the mind of their own when they flew automatically to hold his face whenever you wanted to deepen the kiss. Then, Jeno stretched himself all the way in and he caught your gasp with his lips. He groaned, feeling the mess he created merely minutes ago.

His hips moved so easily with your wetness, but he went slow. Dragging out each pull and then, pushing himself back in roughly. “Jeno!” Your body jolted up the bed each time. His body fell over yours to hold you intimately, letting you bury your face into his neck. Your lips latched themselves onto his sensitive skin, painting a purple sunset.

Jeno’s arms snaked underneath your thighs as he pressed them to your chest, folding you almost into a ball. Your mouth hung open as he fucked you harder, rougher, deeper yet keeping the tempo rhythmically slow. At this point, you could feel his hits in your gut. Your weak hands gripped loosely around his strong wrists that held your legs down. “You’re pussy is so tight and holy shit---, you keep getting more beautiful.”

A familiar burning sensation set in your chest as you saw how concentrated his face had become. You were so fucked out that you could barely speak, “you—” his hips mercilessly slammed into you powerfully, enacting a low moan every time he reached your sweet spot. “—keep surprising me.” His actions came to a halt and he stared deeply into your soul.

You whined, wiggling your hips for any friction. He held them down into the mattress, knowing his grip was strong enough to leave a mark. “I told you, I was going to make love to you tonight.”

“I’ve already fallen for you.” You said breathlessly, tracing the side of his face and pecking his lips softly.

“You don’t understand what you’re doing to me by saying those things.” He whispered and pushed his entire shaft to fill you to your brim.

You yelped his name and gripped his shoulders, but he wasn’t done yet. “Show me how badly you wanted me the first time you saw me.” Jeno blinked at you in slight shock.

As he continued to hold the deep gaze, he kept pushing his dick further and further into you. He was balls deep, almost impossible to keep going. He fucked you without the need to pull out, just burying his cock deeper into your wet pussy. You exclaimed, moaned, cussed at every push. Holding the stare was more than enough to lose yourself all over him again.

Jeno was drunk with the image of your fucked out expression and every time the mixture of pleasure and pressure caused your eyebrows to crease and mouth to open release sensual sound. He had been trying his best not to come undone, to fixate another climax for you.

The feeling of you wrapping tighter and tighter around him drove him insane. “Give it to me, please.” Your muffled plead called for his release, but he could feel that you were close to your second.

Jeno sat up on his knees and pulled you into his arms where your thighs fell over his. You groaned at the empty feeling, though it was quickly replaced with a gratifying moan when he inserted himself again. Your arms dangled around his neck, foreheads touching intimately.

The fucking eye contact again, how could you get enough of it? You giggled, amused at how different Jeno was when he eventually opened up. He wrapped his strong arms around your back and thrusted his hips up into you. The way this man made you squirm, scream, and shake were nothing you’ve experienced before.

He smirked, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek when he went rampage on your pussy. “Not laughing now, are you?”

You whined in pleasure, brushing your fallen strands of hair out of his face. “Shut up before I make you.”

“Then I’d rather keep going.” Kissing up his jawline, you lead your way to his pout. His kisses intoxicated you with his passion and madness, like the most intense part of a symphony, or when the bass drops after a long build up in a song.

Jeno sped up, ramming up into your slick pussy over and over again. He even brought your hips down to match him, guiding you down as he went up. The headboard was knocked against the wall, your windows steamed up, cries of pleasure from the both of you created the ambiance, the smell of sex filled your lungs. Jeno reached between your bodies to furiously rub your clit to where it felt almost raw. It all sent you into the clouds, the familiar queasiness settled in your lower half.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched, having to pull away from the desirous kiss with Jeno. “I’m cumming!” You announced before the tension unraveled, causing you to see absolute white. The second wave was much more uncontrollable, Jeno felt you squeezing radically around his dick as he tried to fuck you faster to prolong the feeling.

Your legs shook around his and your upper body went limp with pleasure. You reached the peak of the mountain and it came crumbling down underneath your toes. It was catastrophically enthralling, to the point where you physically felt something leave your body.

“Oh shit..” Jeno stopped his motions at the sight of you squirting over his lap. He pampered your torso with fluttering kisses, hoping to calm your spastic body. “...baby, are you okay?” He asked with a bit of concern of how lack of life you seemed.

This man just gave you the best climax in your whole life and he asked if you were okay? Regaining your senses, you sighed a small yes to reassure him that he didn’t actually murder you. Hopping off, you pulled the condom that restricted him.

He hissed when you cupped his balls in your palm. “Cum, my sweet thing.” You purred and Jeno’s hand pumped his member aggressively. You leaned in to help, sucking the tip and flicking your tongue over his slit.

His other hand gripped your neck, causing you to drip on your sheets. Jeno was panting and with every tug, it became louder. He seemed so desperate to release that it made you smile to be the reason behind it. “Can you lay down,” A grunt followed his question, “please.” He huffed.

“Because you asked nicely.” Smirking, your back hit the sheets and you opened your legs to give Jeno a view. He situated himself above your stomach, as he fucked his tight grip.

“I’m cumming---” He couldn’t look any more amazing. With a final moan, the white streaks streamed out in short sequences. It landed across your abdomen, over your nipple, and pooled around your belly button.

Bringing himself back to reality, Jeno stepped back to marvel you, his masterpiece. The white streaks coated your purple skin and your chest rose fast to catch your reality. Gazing upon your naked body, he was utterly infatuated with all of you. He was so in love with the sight of you that not a single photo could capture the beauty that you were.

Jeno pondered the thought of how merely a day changed a small part of him. You were life changing, addicting, an incomparable character that he felt like he’s known forever, and now, couldn’t live without. It was the taste of your juices on his lips, your sweet melodic music that was your voice, your daring smile that enticed him to never peel away from you. It was simply you.

He leaned down to rub his knuckles against your cheek, planting a lovingly peck on your forehead. “I’ll go start the water for you.”

Jeno anticipated the reaction of his mentor. He found himself at the same scene he was when he was first given the task. Taemin sat across from him, hunched forward to analyze his new set of photos on his laptop. Raw, unedited photos of you, your body, your details.

The hum of the air conditioning droned on, driving him mad. Jeno needed one reaction, but Taemin had been silent and expressionless for the past ten minutes. Whenever he did move, it was to click through to the next picture.

Suddenly, he shut it closed and stood right up. Jeno, panicked, did the same. Taemin stuck his hand out and Jeno hesitantly grabbed it, incredibly unsettled and unable to read the older man.

Taemin received it firmly, giving Jeno a good handshake. “Welcome abroad, Lee Jeno. I expect even more great things from you.”

Jeno registered his delightful mood switch and he was fast to follow up, “my photos, --- you --- like them?”

Taemin nodded generously, patting Jeno on his shoulder. Taemin reached up to tap his own eyelids. “What you can see, is very special, kid. You’re an artist and I’m here to recognize that for you. It seems to me, you can do more than take pictures of sidewalks.”

Jeno smiled happily, his eyes disappearing from joy. He couldn’t wait to tell you about it.

The rest of the week, leading up to Jeno’s appointment, had felt nothing short of blissful moments together. You and Jeno spent almost every waking minute together without the cost of your friends’ time. He walked you to your classes, some even being across the campus from his own. You accompanied him for meals, even sitting in his lectures to just be with him.

There were no words that established what you two had become to each other. Jeno wasn’t looking for that anyways, in fact, he somewhat liked the ambiguity. If only he could tell you how making love to you made him begin to actually fall for you.

You were never one to hold a serious relationship, but you found a small want for that festering in Jeno. It was hard to admit to yourself, but Jeno saw you for all that you were. He truly saw you, whether it had been through a lens or through his own eyes. He captured your rawness and you were able to find vulnerability around him.

He ran to you, where you sat in the lobby waiting for him to finish his meeting. Peering up from your phone, you noticed the beaming smile on the boy’s face. You couldn’t hold back your own grin, seeing him apparent with so much joy. “I’m guessing good things?”

“I got it, (Y/N)!” He jumped into your arms and you laughed at the sudden affection. “He loved my photos.”

“I didn’t doubt it for one second. You’re an artist, Jeno. You create masterpieces that make even someone like me, feel like art.”

Jeno hugged you closer to his chest, giving you a tiny squeeze. Pulling away to face you, his eyes examined your outstanding grace. You knew what he was already going to say, but simply wanted to hear him say it. “That’s because you are art.”

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fansofvow · 4 years ago

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im here to clear up some things.

edit: just scroll to the bottom for the tl;dr cause this is a lot but i think its necessary so it doesnt seem half assed or glossed over.

if you can’t tell by the perpetual lowercase here, its mod galen! i figured i should address the drama coming on here from a different perspective. no, this isn’t mod atlas dumping all her problems on me, she’s already tried talking abt it herself - its me deciding to speak up on my own accord after seeing the shitfest my dash has become.

keep in mind - i will be happy to discuss any of this with you guys civilly, but im not going to be kind to nasty anon hate. dm us, or just send us a polite ask, and we can sort things out! if we’ve done something ignorant, i promise you we will educate ourselves and apologise sincerely.

the galen thing

first and foremost - i saw some people saying its sus that i, an nb mod, was added to the blog right after the galen debacle. it was not to save face or hide behind me! ironically, the reason i got added now of all times was because mod atlas and i were discussing what was going on, i gave my thoughts on the matter, she asked me if id be interested in being a mod!

mod atlas then thanked me for my insight and educated her on the issue and figured it would be a good idea to actually have someone in the lgbt+ community on the blog - that way, these silly ignorant mistakes will not happen again. i wont let it happen. not to mention she’s getting pretty busy in her personal life so she thought itd be a good idea to bring someone else on board.

i believe that people can learn from their mistakes - i was also hurt by that misgendering galen post. i bitched about it too. but i saw that everyone involved apologised, genuinely didn’t mean it, and promised to do better. and i’ll hold them to that! but im not gonna start talking trash abt them on other peoples blogs just bc they made a rly ignorant post. if you’re cis, i really don’t want you speaking up on this matter anymore. its not your fight. youre not in the position to forgive nor condemn any of these people. trans folk, im not going to tell you that anyone deserves your forgiveness, that’s up to you, but what they do deserve is your decent respect. unless they say theyre blatantly against trans people - aka make a deliberately transphobic statement rather than one made out of pure ignorance - in that case, all bets are off lmfao. i dont take that shit lightly and ill come for you too.

to the person who made the misgendering galen post - you know who you are, i dont want to send you any more hate than you’ve already been getting so im not going to @ you, but please. reupload your apology about the post, cause i scrolled through your blog for ages and didn’t find it - if i didn’t see it reblogged on this blog, i wouldn’t have known you apologised. i wouldn’t have felt like your blog is a safe space for nonbinary folk. its important you own up to mistakes and keep the apology there.

the nahara thing

look. im poc. im also straight up sick and tired of lovestruck’s mistreatment of dark-skinned characters, especially black characters (why do half of them look like recoloured white people....?) like nahara. its important for our representation that she does well! that way, we can get more diverse li’s on our roster in the future instead of every skinny white person getting the spotlight and 9238428903 seasons. (i love you onyx and juliette, but what the fuck.)

that being said - i dont think what mod atlas said was that bad, especially considering it wasn’t here on fansofvow, the only thing reblogged onto here being her english lesson on galen’s route with a relieved comment abt how thats a series started right.

please understand - we’ve been afraid of the new characters’ routes ever since the strike. a lot of writers left, a lot are likely to be leaving, and we’re concerned about the status of the app. this wasn’t to shoot down nahara, but out of pure relief that we’re not seeing a downwards spike in the writing quality post-strike.

that being said - if you think nahara’s route is well written, and great - thats awesome! please give her all the love for us, cause we do want her to do well. she’s just not our cup of tea. can we please respect that instead of slamming this blog’s name? nahara is still doing well, im seeing hype for her everywhere- one or two negative opinions wont change that. we’re not even going to a leave a review in-app, which is the most important form of community feedback to lovestruck.

the posts have been deleted. please, give it a rest. keep loving nahara. quit the drama.

the nikolai’s route in school thing

all the students that saw the screenshots were 18+, and none of the examples were sexual in nature. teenagers get shown romeo and juliet in school, a play ending in a double suicide, but showing adults a few lines of good writing from a 17+ app is bad? its not like she showed them a scene from a straight up porno, its just a story that happens to have sexual themes in it. its up to the students whether they read the whole story or not, and they’re mature enough to handle it. that’s all im going to say abt the matter, cause im no teacher,

and lastly...

i see a lot of people saying that we, fansofvow, need to “set an example” cause we think we’re a “fandom leader” or somehow think we’re on some high horse cause of clout? i have no idea where this started because ik for a fact mod atlas has never referred to herself as a “fandom leader” or anything like that, and guys, we’re not that up ourselves. we don’t even have tons of followers! we’re just doing our thing to support VOW. please don’t put words in our mouths.

with all that out of the way, i hope we can move on and make the community a happier place for everyone.

-mod galen

tl;dr: people make ignorant mistakes sometimes. mod atlas has apologised for reblogging the post abt misgendering galen, wants nahara to do well, only showed non-sexual writing examples of nikolai to 18+ students and never called herself a “fandom leader.”

#long post #mod galen #discourse #pls let this be the only time we have to use that tag

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nitholites · 5 years ago

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Assuming someone in the BatFam is the end game:

It's been only a week or so since Tony figured out who Ladybug is

She's captured everyone's hearts, but has to go to Gotham soon

For help, but also because of her internship

The Stark Gala becomes a 'you better live and come back one day, Mari or I STG' party, hosted by Tony Stark, of course

She makes all the outfits of the Starks, her parents, herself, Jagged, Penny, Luka, and Kagami (the last two friends minus Chloe from Paris) and she makes extra in case someone has a wardrobe malfunction

Meanwhile, the Waynes have heard a lot about the newest Stark: MDC

Tim is a fanboy. He's found everything related to his favorite rock star's designer/niece there is to find ("I'm not obsessed! They're just super talented, and I'd like something from them! Stop laughing at me, Dick!")

Dick has no room to tease him, as both him and Jason are pretty much in the same boat

Kor'i and Mar'i love MDC, as well

Every one of the Bats are huge Jagged Stone fans

Like... Nearly rabid

(Damian, Bruce, and Alfred redact that statement)

They're invited to Tony's gala thing (he only started it to surpass the Wayne Gala, like the Lil Shite he is)

The night of the party, only Bruce and Jason go, since the rest of the bats are busy

Bruce, Jagged (who brought Fang), and Tony are all chatting in the middle of the floor, 2/3rds of the group are just talking up Marinette

Jason, meanwhile, accidentally runs into this small, adorable child who proceeds to spill her punch all over his suit

He insists it's fine, but she won't take 'no' for an answer ("I am so sorry, please let me make it up to you" "Kid, it's fine, accidents happen" "No, seriously, let me help")

There's a look in her eyes that insists she do something, and he eventually agrees

Cue to Marinette having a suit jacket that matches and fits Jason because "You look like you're the same build as Mr. Stark (she's all for joining Peter in calling Tony 'Mr. Stark' to get under his skin)"

"you know Tony?"

She shrugs, and doesn't comment anymore on it

"give me your address, and I'll bring this back when it's clean again. I'm moving to Gotham for a while soon, anyway"

He does, she doesn't realize he's a Wayne, and they part when the party ends

Cue the entire BatFam sprinting into Jason's room, chasing after a full on scream

Like, they didn't know Jason's voice could get "so high and squeaky, what the hecc?"

They pause as they see Jason litterally jumping up and down

"What the hell, Todd."

Instead of answering, he shoves the jacket in Tim's face with a shite-eating grin

It takes a moment, but Tim scowls and pulls out his wallet

When the rest of the family only look confused, Tim sighs and explains

"He got an MDC original first."

"...you had a bet on that?"

Jason freezes, eyes widening

"HOLY SH*T, I MET THE MDC! SHE WAS SO TINY, OH MY GOD, BATS, WE HAVE TO ADOPT HER!"

They're confused for a solid minute

"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND SHES AN ANGEL AND HAS BLACK HAIR AND BLUE EYES!! SHE'S OBVIOUSLY A WAYNE!"

It takes all of Bruce's willpower not to adopt her on the spot when she visits them

Like, he almost brings up adoption papers

But he knows Stark would fight tooth and nail to keep this baby

So he restrains himself

(for now)

(he swears if one of his children doesn't marry her, he's bringing the adoption papers to court)

She doesn't stay long, only meeting all the Waynes at the house and going back to her hotel

The next day, a villain goes after Mar'i, near the park/mall/something Marinette is by

Instead of becoming Ladybug, she heccin kicks arse

As Marinette

She gets both her and Mar'i out of danger without a scratch using a yo-yo of all things and meets Batman and Robin as they clean up the rest

She's all like "no, it's alright, I'm sure anyone would do the same please stop thanking me, my family's gonna kick my ass to next year for scaring them like this"

Bats comes up and takes her statement, and she happens to mention the situation in Paris

"oh, this was nothing compared to some of the Akuma I've faced" "What's an akuma?" She paled, eyes widening in shock. "You don't know? About Ladybug, Chat Noir, Ryuuko, Viperion, Queen Bee, Red Wasp, Multimouse, Hawkmoth, Mayura, Carapace, Rena Rouge, and all them?"

She explains a little, giving basic information everyone knew, then shows him the app she made a while ago

The Akuma Alert app that held much more than just akuma-related things

She leaves soon after, and Batman has a goal in mind

Within the day, Diana is furious at the lack of response towards the Paris situation

"This Ladybug was left alone for all this time?! Shame on you all, leaving my mother's successor alone!"

When Ladybug is later spotted (hehe, get it?) in Gotham, the entire BatFam finds her and gets her in touch with the League

She explains how she asked both the League and the Avengers for help, all those years ago, and was pushed aside with warnings not to send in prank calls anymore

Of course, Iron Man has already looked into it, but he's not exactly a detective and the more brains on this, the better

Meanwhile, as civilians...

The normal shipping stuff happens

With the exception that nearly every criminal in Gotham low-key adopts Marinette

They may think she's the next Wayne, but the Angel of Gotham is off limits

And not because the little Wayne chases after anyone who even looks at her wrong with a katana

Not just as Robin. As Damian

Marinette actually meets a few villains on the street

She was going to a commission, carrying some hero, vigilante, and villain themed macaroons when she got lost

(before meeting the Waynes officially, actually)

She was in a park, looking lost when Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn came up

She offered treats, and ever since she's the Angel of Gotham

Once, when on a date with her romantic interest, Killer Croc tried taking the restaurant hostage after robbing a bank

Key word: tried

Marinette calmly slipped behind him, grabbed his tail, and dragged his butt outta there

(he blames the fast French girl and the tile on the floor, which didn't let him get a good grip)

By the time Bats and the police got there, Croc was in tears as this tiny French girl lectured him about manners and interrupting dates

(the BatFam can't think of a funnier time)

When the Joker actually kidnaps her as a way to get to Batman, literally everyone rages a rescue mission

Harley, Poison Ivy, Mr. Freeze (Marinette reminds him of the daughter he's always wanted, with his frozen wife), Two-Face (Marinette talked philosophy with him, showing him he still had choices beyond the black and white), Killer Crock (who was impressed by the tiny French girl who threw him out of a restaurant by his tail that one time), Batman, Robin, the Teen Titans, Red Hood, Red Robin, Wonder Woman (she could feel Tikki's influence on Marinette and guessed her identity), Nightwing, all the Avengers, Red Wasp (Chloe, with the Bee Miraculous because she earned it back ages ago), Sabine (no one messed with her baby. No one), a teenage boy wielding a potato gun (who let this kid here?), Pepper, Penny (the two women were fast friends, bonding over their husbands' eccentric ways), Jagged with Fang, Audrey Bourgeois, and the entire police force storm the Joker's hideout

He didn't have a chance

Later, they admit it was kinda funny watching the small Sabine beating the crap out of the deranged clown

Fang, who was usually a puppy with scales, didn't hesitate to bite off the Joker's hand, reminiscent of Captain Hook and the Croc

Marinette's fine (or not, depending on how much angst you want in the story. It's easy to have her tourtured and nearly killed in the Joker's clutches {or actually killed and focused on angst from everyone who knew her [possible heavy Lila/class salt]} and see her move past her PTSD) and she gets home eventually

Around this time, she's made the Guardian of the Miraculous

She eventually goes back to Paris with her huge family (or everyone she thinks could keep their emotions in check)

They kick Gabriel's arse, but Adrien gets away with his mother (who was healed by Ladybug)

Possible second book

Marinette's ship becomes the Black Cat

Time skip, fiveish years later, some of Marinette's classmates see her for the first time since she left

They insult and sass her, not changed since school

Her S/O scowls and debunks them easily, defending Marinette

When they don't stop, Marinette's S/O calls Bruce, Tony, Jagged, and the rest of the League and the Avengers to destroy the morons in the class because they know how long they've waited for this moment

Mari puts her head in her hands, but doesn't stop them because she knows how long they've waited for this moment

Three hours later, the speeches and lectures aren't done yet

Lila eventually goes to Gotham or wherever Marinette is, and tries to warn the person on her arm about Marinette's 'bulling tendencies'

That gets another lecture

Or, her class gets a tour at either SI or WE, depending on when in the story you write it (could be both, and the class just doesn't learn or Tony, Pepper, and their kids were visiting WE to talk about Mari Protection Measures when they overhear it)

Lila goes off on how Mari's S/O is actually Lila's, or how she's BFFS with Batman/Iron Man/ Bruce Wayne and his kids/ Tony Stark and his kids/ the Avengers/ the Justice League

Cue the class seeing Mari

Instant bullying

The resident children and billionaire steps up, insulting and embarrassing the class while defending Mari

Lila tries to turn it around, but they're having none of that

First the kids jump at the chance to defend their little sister and/or girlfriend, then the big guns show up

At WE, it's Bruce, a highly protective Jason, and Tim, who has every single sin/mean thing/lie pulled up in a folder

It's thicker than his hand, and hard to hold

It's both in digital and physical form and sent to every single member of Mari's family- blood related or not

At SI, it's Tony and Pepper

FRIDAY steps up, too

Harley shoots Lila with the potato gun mk 3 until she leaves

The class don't know what they did wrong, but they swear to make it up just to get the scary CEOs and relatives

Also, if anyone knows the AU where Marinette was a street kid with Jason and his little sister (I can't remember who made it or what it was called, but I fell in l o v e), that could work with this one too. Jason would be so proud of his Lil sister being so famous and awesome and "how dare you let me think you were dead!! Do you have any idea how worried I was?!" "I made you worried?! You up and nearly got killed last I checked!"

Jason swore not to tell her he actually died once. He prays she never finds out.

@tired-butterfly @evil-elf16 @doggiediva13 @krispydefendorpolice @mochegato @legallyspawned @kryptored

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savnofilter · 5 years ago

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plzz, grow up. youre always complaining about how hard you hav it when there are so much worse that could happening. starvation, illiteracy, bullying, physical abuse, etc. and youre sad bcuz you feel insecure? as a person, youre actually quite mean. people like you make me sick.

You know, if you really had your money at your words you would’ve done this off Anonymous but you’re clearly a pussy ass bitch to do so. Since you think I’m a bitch or an asshole or an asswipe (whichever you’d like to prefer), I just wanted to water your crops and respond to you in that manner. You’re welcome. I will write you an essay since you’re just an angry fan who wants attention.

1. There’s a reason why I haven’t properly stated my reasons for being like I am the way I am, but since you want to be all up in my coochie hairs, this is my business.

- losses in the family.

- stresses of school.

- responsibilities i have to take care of because I can’t just drop out because i “feel insecure”.

- wanting to reach out but my feelings and thoughts are always twisted because I am shit at words/or seen as stupid reasons to be upset.

- legit being called a rape apologist that triggered me from past experiences, sent my already deteriorating mental health into shit hole.

- being body shamed at a place that felt second home at.

- wanting to do my favourite hobby on earth but not being able to do it because I have no energy for it/not wanting to leave my followers hanging who are excited for things and not post at all (which I’ve been doing but I sincerely apologize).

2. What the fuck makes you think I have never struggled before? I am genuinely curious. Because I can write? Because I try to be nice to people on my blog? Because until now I don’t hide that yeah, I’m not in the best place? You’re such an asshole for even trying to invalidate my feelings and its happened way too many times in my life to let someone like you even attempt to do it. Maybe you’re attacking me because I am young. Maybe you’re attacking me because you need to blow off some steam.

I legit don’t know what your reason is, but YOU need to grow up LMAO like your ass in ANONYMOUS right now kik like whaaaaaat. My cock isn’t yours so hop off it okay? Never called you my slut but you all up in my pussy boy.

3. Also to further my point in bullet one, why is it that I can’t feel insecure? It’s not like I wake up with a mental breakdown not feeling myself on purpose. It’s not like I wake up and go “okay what can I be depressed about today” – because quite frankly if I had the choice guess what? I wouldn’t choose it lmao.

Just like many artists like Billie Eilish, what’s wrong with admitting that you aren’t okay? Like how is that immature? The first step to the healing process is to know the issue, second step is finding out the root of the problem. Since I know myself, me saying that is basically a forewarning like “my emotions are fucked up at the moment, so I might be an asshole because what the fuck are feelings?”.

And you know what? When you’re often a second choice, or someone shows absolute affection towards you and makes it seem you’re the only one then they do it to everyone else then yeah it does get to you. But from what I’ve read, you’re too much of a pretentious bitch to have ever experienced that and people probably bend to everything you say and that is why you don’t like me. I don’t act the way you want me to. And you were probably the one all up in my inbox asking me age like a creepy bitch like that is none of your flip flacking fucking business (apologies if the anon who asked that isn’t, its weird. dont do it lol).

4. Yeah I make you sick? I’m mean? Since you have not provided any statements nor receipts for me too refute, yeah everyone can be a bitch. I mean just look at you sugar. Anyways, I will be showing the pros and cons of talking to me, so you know, people like you,,, don’t,,,,, get,,,,,, sick,,,,,,,,

pros:

I am nice - unlike popular belief or your opinion and no, not to be cliche. yeah sometimes when i talk its like “… why the fuck would you say that?” because sometimes I just don’t know. So it’s better to tell someone then I’m sitting here like

after it hits the fan.

I am very supportive - bro, you having a hard time? Hold up where is the remaining of my happy energy to give to you! You need a heart meme? Writing piece? Like I got you. Feel like your stuff isn’t worth it? You don’t feel worth it? I got you. Like no cap.

Loyal - you give me the same energy, I vibe it back to you love. That’s all. You shower me in love, I shower you in love. You never forget me or always talk to me, I do the same. It’s how you do it babe.

cons:

there’s a reason why my blog name is “savnofilter” - and imma explain it good. Well here’s a backstory ain’t nobody asked for so here it is.

So in 7th grade, moved to my new town I live in – shit at first kinda alright now. We had this assignment in our poetry unit, and that was to get the class divided and have a rap battle and whoever won I don’t fucking know got extra credit or some shit (my brain is old at this point, can’t remember shit lol). So in this assignment, we had to make, a rapper name. And I wanted it to be cringey (yes, that was the vocabulary used-). I had to think long and hard because mane I ain’t ever thought of shit like that until my friend was like, “hey, why don’t you go with savage because you say wild things and don’t care” and I was like,,,,, oh shit mane, U RIGHT. Then I was like, that isn’t enough. I need more, more flare. So I dozed off then sat up like “oKAY A CONCEPT THO, HOW ABOUT NO FILTER?! SAvage… No Filter? Saying it out loud sounds like absolute rubbish.” So I had to think again, what name clicks?

I had already locked in that I have no filter because I don’t give a fuck, so whats next?Sav[redacted]nofilter (blurred because you’d be able to find me somewhere NOT related to writing LMAO). So yeah, because I’m a savage. I genuinely do not care what I am saying. And no, not in a way that I’m saying something insensitive and going “its mah trademark!” its because I don’t care. I’m a savage with no filter.

If you piss me off or ignore what I’ve said or belittled me – whatever I will not hold back! period! - I dont have much explaining for that but there it is. take it how you will.

I am piss poor shit at words - I know plenty of you will read this and be like “but u write? 👁️👄👁️”. So you guys know those people who need like a puppet to speak properly, or sing so they don’t stutter? That’s basically me. If it’s not an actual work or anything I can’t comprehendddddd. Then again I’ve learned to just hold on my feelings since I use to be a crybaby and such. I just horde my feelings until they get worse, like now. I’ve now just realized this so I’ll be talking with my therapist into easing me into sharing how I feel. Which furthers my next point -

I have constipated feelings - so, you can say, that my feelings a shit (y'all saw what I did there LMAOOOOO).

I vibe with how you vibe with me - pro if you do it right, con if you do it wrong. My mum has always said that I tap into peoples energies too much, but its because I like helping people, I like helping people feel secure and everything is alright but it backfires when someone isn’t giving me the same energy.

At this point, I’m not mad anymore. I know who wrote this anyways by the end of this so I apologize for my language earlier ;;. If you truly wanted to speak with me, I would’ve appreciated it lol. I’m just hurt you chose to do it in such a destructive manner, even including someone else in it as well.

oh oh!! yes, i get vague visions of who be all up in my inbox so theres that. thisll be last time i take anyone serious on anon, so future anons you can cuss em out if youd like lol.

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letstalksymphogear · 5 years ago

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Symphogear, Ep. 6 (Cont.)

Hibiki, having seen a horror upon horrors, immediately asks Tsubasa if she’s okay. Tsubasa points out she’s a hospital patient, why would you ask this question, you insensitive prick. Hibiki points to the following scene:

Now, you may be asking yourself. “How does a formerly comatose person who is now bedridden on an IV drip manage to do this much damage?” Simply put, Tsubasa has a very chaotic aura. She doesn’t even have to take stuff out of her room; the places she goes to just naturally wind up like this. It’s a metaphor for how much of an absolute mess this person is simply by existing.

“l-look i just- its hard to organize things and- im more of a visual person and-”

“BITCH YOU LIVE LIKE THIS?”

Hibiki unwittingly gets her revenge on Tsubasa. She doesn’t realize it, but her lecturing Tsubasa on what an absolute mess every facet of her life is could possibly be heralded as her lowest point in the entire series.

No, wait. Thinking about it now, this is her second lowest. We won’t see her lowest until GX comes along.

“hibiki, every single bone in my body is broken, you dont have to break my pride too”

Hibiki, being an absolute darling, actually picks up Tsubasa’s mess. This is more than she can say about her own messes.

“haha, miku usually does this for me! wait- wait a minute.”

“i dont get it. i tried to kill you. i tormented and ignored you. i refused to help you for months. i failed to train you on any facet of combat as your senior. i nearly let you get kidnapped and, failing that, nearly killed myself while making you watch, which ALSO didnt help you not get kidnapped aside from scaring the shit out of that weird lady. why are you... helping me?”

“because either we’re going to be very good friends or im going to toss you out the window personally!”

“oh god, that aggression screams kanade. i cant not like her.”

Absolutely annihilated. Just kick her while she’s down in her Taco Bell spiral of humiliation and self-discovery, Hibiki.

“it’s okay, tsubasa! you may be a terminal dumbass, but im sure if we all work together, we can share our braincells and become collectively smarter, for each other!”

“interesting theory. how many ya got?”

“ZERO!”

They trade the kind of banter two people with 0 brain cells would have and then Tsubasa points out Hibiki is doing a great job in her place.

“hey hey HEY HOLD THE PHONE IVE LEARNED MY LESSON IM NOT TRYING TO REPLACE YOU OKAY IM NOT YOU, IM JUST HIBIKI, DOING HER JOB, ALRIGHT”

Meanwhile, in the library, Miku is looking at books, as she does what she says she’s gonna do, unlike a certain other person cavorting with cute idols.

“The Gay Way: How to Get Your Same Sex Relationship Back On Track, by Dr. Lesbe Honest. wow, this one is right up my alley.”

Okay, I’m gonna be honest with you. I literally forgot they show you the title in this. Imagine my face when I made up that title on the spot only to be hit with this little number. Holy shit, Symphogear. There’s this thing called subtlety. I’m begging you. We get it.

OH, AND IT GETS BETTER, BECAUSE

THE AUTHOR OF THE BOOK IS THE WRITER OF THE SHOW

IT’S LITERALLY GOT HIS NAME ON IT

THIS IS THE EQUIVALENT OF WRITING A STORY AND THEN INSERTING A BOOK CALLED “LEARN THE PLOT” WRITTEN BY YOU, IN UNIVERSE

KANEKO STOP THIS BALONEY, PLEASE

AND LIKE FUCKING CLOCKWORK SHE JUST- SHE TURNS HER HEAD AWAY FROM THE BOOK TITLED “THIS IS THE PLOT MOTIF” BY “AUTHOR” AND THEN FUCKING

SHE CONVENIENTLY LOOKS OVER TO THE DISTANCE

AND SHE SEES HIBIKI WITH THE HOT IDOL MIKU WAS INTO, THAT THEY WERE BOTH A FAN ON, AND SHE’S JUST CHILLING THERE AND MIKU WAS TOLD HIBIKI’S ON SERIOUS BUSINESS

AND THE HOSPITAL QUARTERS ARE SOMEHOW CONVENIENTLY CONNECTED TO THE FUCKING LIBRARY ON FULL DISPLAY BECAUSE GOD KNOWS EVERYONE IN A LIBRARY HAS TO WATCH SICK PEOPLE DIE IN REAL TIME

AND NOW MIKU IS THINKING “OH MY FUCKING GOD IM BEING CHEATED ON” AND HER FEELINGS ARE HURT FOR THIS TOTALLY CONTRIVED FUCKING COINCIDENCE

AND SHE’S ALL “BOO HOO HOO I’VE BEEN NTR’D! THIS WAS A CUCKING PLOT THIS WHOLE TIME! WOE IS ME!” FUCK YOU. THIS IS THE WORST. THIS IS ABSOLUTE GARBAGE WHY WOULD YOU- WHY DO YOU EVEN NEED TO SET THIS UP? THERE’S SO MANY BETTER WAYS TO DO THIS!

AND SHE’S JUST STARING BACK AT THE BOOK WRITTEN BY THE SAME ASSHOLE WHO WROTE THIS ENTIRE DAMN SCENARIO IN THE FIRST PLACE, AN EVIL GOD MOCKING HIS SUBJECTS IN THE FACE OF SCRUTINY FOR DRAMA WITH THE MOST CLICHE LOVE NOTES IN A GODDAMNED SOAP OPERA

AND HIBIKI IS NONE

THE

FUCKING

WISER

SYMPHOGEAR SURE IS GREAT, HUH? I SURE DO LOVE SYMPHOGEAR WITH ALLLLLL MY HEART. WHAT A WELL WRITTEN MASTERPIECE! FUCKING BELONGS IN THE FUCKING MOMA!!!!!

Okay. Okay. Let’s get that out of our system. The worst is over. This is the, uh, crescendo of the bad side plot as it inevitably sets itself on the road to resolution. I’m not going to have an aneurysm. My brain is not going to split itself in half. We’re good. I swear, we’re good.

Tsubasa, meanwhile, wants to understand why Hibiki fights, wrestling with the Da Vinci code that is her own emotions. She points out the fight against the Noise isn’t a game, and it ain’t no comic book bullshit either. It’s real, it’s out there, and it’s not pretty yet easily marketable as cute mascots. And what does our protagonist say? No making it up, she literally says:

“i dunno”

Not a damn brain cell in her body, but props for keeping it real. I’d likely say the same thing.

This is the face of someone currently sucking air through their teeth at the raw frustration that someone would be dumb enough to risk their life for the sake of only helping others.

“listen. im gonna keep it real here. i suck at literally everything. math. social studies. writing. helping people is all i have, because its not a competition. you just... you do it. you dont get better at helping people, you just help. like, thats it. i dunno what else to tell you.”

Then Hibiki points out that she feels it all started with Kanade saving her, and the speech implies its a ‘pay it forward’ sort of affair. She was saved, and so she should save others. Unfortunately, it comes off more as a guilt complex. “I lived, and I feel bad about that, so I gotta save everyone else” kind of stuff.

“its my coping mechanism for my countless traumas!”

“i get it now. you’re just as much of a mess as i am. you just dont show it as much. that kinda thinking’s gonna get you killed.”

Tsubasa then correctly points out that it is a kind of survivor’s guilt, where she wants to be released from the pain of old wounds, completely unaware of the irony of her statement.

“yeah. i get ya. we’re both wrecks. but... we can be wrecks working together.”

This would be the part where she says I’M SORRY but apparently we just don’t fucking do apologies in Symphogear, huh? Too good for ‘em, eh?! God.

Then they go outside and talk more about stuff and Durandal. The summation:

“do you have the capacity to live a life forever kicking ass?”

“yeah”

Hibiki, coming to terms with how she wants to deal with shit, manages to sharpen (haw) her resolve as to who she is and how she uses her abilities.

Meanwhile...

youtube

“i cant believe hibiki is having an affair with an attractive idol popstar. especially my favorite one from their old band. not only is she cheating on me, but she’s cheating on me from one of the five people on my lists id immediately get with if i had the chance. it feels like a double betrayal. a real life one, and a fantasy one... why do i find this weirdly hot...?”

“HEY NEWCOMER WELCOME TO THE CUCK AND BUCK WHERE WE SELL FRESHLY FRIED CUCKS FOR ONE BUCK, REAL EASY, REAL CHEAP, GOOD OL’ FASHIONED JAPANESE SOULFOOD”

“ive come to take my throne. i’ll take the ‘one flew over the cuckoo’s nest” and have the three eggs over easy with the ‘easy sleazy pancakes’”

“make it an extra lonely helping. this is gonna be a long afternoon.”

“ahhh. a freshly cucked newcomer coming to the cuck and buck to duck amongst their bad luck run amok, huh?”

“listen dont sass me about my busy girlfriend with your dr. seuss antics just gimmie the food and lets get this over with”

“no problem! sorry, they just come easy. it’s hard to buck at the cuck and buck when rhymes you huck make you wanna fu-”

“FOOD. NOW.”

Miku then ponders about how her feelings may have spiraled from a process of over thinking, or possibly hunger. Maybe both. Maybe Hibiki isn’t cheating on her. Maybe the reasons are more complicated than she knows. She briefly contemplates communication; a futile gesture when it is Hibiki safeguarding a secret she is forced to keep for incredibly stupid reasons.

“thanks for the food, miss. it really helped sort my feelings out.”

“no probs, kid. here at the cuck and buck, the only thing we cuck here is... our hearts.”

Meanwhile, Hibiki is still hanging with Tsubasa. Hey, if you’re gonna hang out with a critically acclaimed popstar, might as well squeeze every minute out of it, right?

“so... taco bell, huh? im surprised you actually like taco bell now. maybe you just like fast food styled psuedo-mexican restraunts? have you tried chipotle?”

“i... maybe you’re right, actually. i’ve grown to love taco bell, but... maybe i should expand my horizons. kanade did say... singing makes you hungry. maybe thats what she meant. i should take to new life experiences...”

“yeah! i can take you to all the good fast food places i know!”

“dont you have a girlfriend?”

“she can join us! she’s a big fan of you after all!”

“hey- hey wait! m- more friends? more... more friends... more friends.....”

“more friends...”

Meanwhile, a crisis develops.

Chris, having heard the f-word (friendship), is heading immediately to do the exact opposite of this.

She’s taken some pointers from Tsubasa, t-posing to assert dominance.

“how the fuck is she even flying”

“i cant wait to tell hibiki how much i love and appreciate her despite the weird NTR aura surrounding this whole situation”

“yeah, that’s right! i’m meeting the Gremlin in the park for an asskicking, don’t worry!”

“oh, speak of the devil! hibiki! i love and appreciate you despite the weird ntr auras!”

“miku- wait. oh no. i saw this happen in sam reimi’s spiderman 3. im fucked.”

“YOU GUESSED CORRECTLY, PIDGEON BANGS”

I know I’ve joked about homewrecking, but this is ridiculous.

Chris realizes there’s someone else around she may have potentially hurt. This is surprising, given murder is not something she has shyed away from, but she’s slowly climbing that ladder of morality, so cut her some slack for taking it one rung at a time.

“im losing my girl. losing my grip. now im about to lose my life. this NTR business truly is the worst.”

Chris has accidentally employed the Dio Brando style of disposing of people, which consists of throwing a vehicle and smashing them until dead.

“you’ve taken one step too close to my heartstrings, Gremlin, and for that you’re about to understand the full definition of an ass kicking.”

Hibiki fucking punches the car. Everything is forgiven in this episode for now.

“i... hibiki... are you... a street fighter character? holy shit. oh my god. hibiki oh my god you’re a street fighter character. thats been the true problem here. you’re a street fighter character now. oh my god. cheating? how could i have thought cheating was involved? you were literally just becoming a straight up superhero! oh my god. the abs! the washboard abs! the signs were all around me! the only thing you went to do behind my back was kick ass!”

“i’m sorry. i need to go kick ass now.”

The good news is all that tension just got evaporated. Miku sorta gets the truth now: her girlfriend hasn’t been cheating on her, she’s just been trying to save the local tri-county area from the grips of inter-dimensional alien eldritch entities controlled by a Gremlin and her Mistress. It’s a lot to take in, though.

These two are about to fight head to head. Last time, Hibiki was but the pupil. Now, she is the Master.

“can’t touch me, goldie locks. lemme do you a favor and CRACK THAT WHIP!”

“oh my god hibiki’s gonna fight that weird looking person”

“naruto running deeper into the woods isn’t gonna stop me from beating your ass senseless, fists for brains”

“thats because i wanna talk, asshole”

“wait. wait, what? you... you want to talk? to me?”

Hibiki proceeds to aggressively describe herself to her. Name, identity, blood type, age, the works. This is because she’s trying to befriend her, because Hibiki feels fighting people is bad, and that talking is more useful than fighting. This is a recipe for suicide, normally, but in this instance...

“what in the goddamn hell... i... um... nice.. to meet you...?”

Hibiki deploys a counter-T-Pose to show kinship, feeling that they don’t have to fight like this since they’re not Noise.

“talk may be cheap but it’ll make kicking your ass all the more easier, nerd”

Chris learns this, in fact, does not make the ass kicking all the more easier. Hibiki’s fresh new moves manage to dodge whip after whip of Chris’s attacks, and it’s really starting to annoy her a lot.

“pain in the ass. so you learned how to fight, huh? fine. you’ll tire out eventually.”

“let’s just talk, seriously! or maybe we can bond over board games-”

“i FUCKING hate board games. the fuck are you, a grandma? just fight already! people cant understand each other anyway!”

“JUST DIE ALREADY!”

“i was told to kidnap you. but im exerting a loophole today; no one told me to do it alive”

“the only kidnapping going down is me, sleeping in on a thursday afternoon forgetting class exists, you neon porcupine. so come at me. can’t kick me ass if you dont come any closer, right?”

“WITH PLEASURE!”

“ive watched the entirety of dragonball z, i know exactly how this fight’s gonna go down”

“finally. looks like i got y- hey, wait, what?”

“ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY JANKING MY LEG? THIS BITCH IS LITERALLY GOKU? PULLING KAMEHAMEHAS AND SHIT? WHY? god. its me. yukine chris. why do you hate me. why do you drag me through all this shit only to be hit in the head with some real anime baloney. why. please. have some mercy.”

“i dont know what a goku is but sure, yeah, why not”

“im going to kill her. oh my god. she doesnt even know who goku is.”

“get that tentacle shit away from me. im not fucking around anymore. we’re going to have a heart to heart whether you like it or not!”

“oh shit she found my weakness. really close melee combat.”

“MADE A FRIENDSHIP GIFT FOR YA. IT’S A FRESHLY MADE KNUCKLE SANDWICH, STRAIGHT FROM THE DELI”

“OH GOD, PLEASE, NOT MY FACE”

“REQUEST ACCEPTED, PAL”

Hibiki punched her so hard that she physically destroyed the entire armor Chris was wearing in a single blow.

“she... she doesnt punch ME like that... i mean, probably because she loves me, but..”

“did... did she just kill that person...? hibiki...? you, uh... you alright...?”

#symphogear #recap #comedy #anime #a lot of cuck was said here

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137: Dec 7

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MM ANON …… subpoenaed to swim uphill…… “withdrawal with notoriety”……… “pony!! “ she has no fear Catherine”……… “wherever did she get this wilfulness ?…… YOU!!!!…… “Philip will help me write it!!”……… “caution ma’am”……… “no colourful language”…… “ are you pensive LG”…… “frighteningly apprehensive ma’am”…… “I trust my subjects”………”one communicates with Netflix” ………”OMG😱😱”……”The Diana Years”……” it’s confidential LG!!”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 7/2019 RIDDLE #137. 1105 hrs CST

subpoenaed to swim uphill…… “withdrawal with notoriety”

PA has sunk so far so fast! He has a far way to climb to pull himself up. Swimming , will he have to, be forced to cross the Atlantic and go to the F.B.I. Instead of them coming to London? He will have to give interviews to the F.B.I. and likely to French authorities investigating JE and GM. Another woman in America has now come forth with accusations. He will need to voluntarily or be subpoenaed be compelled to be interviewed. Whether he will be required to go to America or the authorities travel to London there is no hiding for him. Again, the usage of swimming makes me pretty certain that he will be compelled to go to America! This is so shocking and unprecedented. His life has been completely pulled out from under him, the long friendship with JE and GM has resulted in this. Normally it’s withdrawal from society, but he has become such a pariah now to the Royal family he has become notorious and strong calls for justice and stripping his HRH status. I dare suggest he will not be seen publicly again and despite British law saying a Royal cannot be arrested in palaces or in front of the reigning Monarch, there is no hiding for him. PC and PW will not allow it and HMTQ, despite the constant rumours for years as the favourite son, can no longer shield him. Annus horribulus 10.0 not 2.0!!!!

“pony!! “ she has no fear Catherine”……… “wherever did she get this wilfulness ?…… YOU!!!!……

Little Lottie, she has such a strong!!! Personality!!! Love and adore her! She is jonesing for a pony for Christmas big time! Sounds like William and Catherine and giving a go at each other about where this strong will comes from! 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. As my mum used to say, better to be a leader than a follower in a child!

“Philip will help me write it!!”……… “caution ma’am”……… ““no colourful language”…… “ are you pensive LG”…… “frighteningly apprehensive ma’am”…… “I trust my subjects”………

Big discussion between HMTQ and LG. HMTQ will along with PP be writing a statement, likely video, about PA, and possibly the change to Regency when she is 95. No specifics regarding accusations, none proven but the drums are beating louder and louder for PA to face law enforcement investigators. TO BE CLEAR I AM NOT IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM THAT HE IS GUILTY SO PLEASE DONT JUMP ON ME PLEASE!!! Well l dare say, the public wants his HRH status gone, l think HMTQ may not go that far. LG is extremely concerned about how this is all going to go over with the public and advises caution. To him to saying frighteningly apprehensive there is more going on! Madam is figuring into this somehow. Long been rumours of some associations with SoHo and the Rchildren family in Canada, l am not typing their name! This is one big soup of filth. Is PA a victim in it? Really naive about JE and GM? There needs to be answers for investigators. HMTQ is placing trust in the public accepting what her decisions are, let’s pray she is correct. Who are the backers behind this endless assault on the BRF? I think truly it’s a combination of attack and in the case of PA really crappy judgement and having the highest ego of doing and living without ever answering to anyone which PC has found very frustrating at best, and at worst who knows what the at worst truly is. All told this is horrible, just horrible.

”one communicates with Netflix” ………”OMG😱😱”……”The Diana Years”……” it’s confidential LG!!”

We know HMTQ and PP, and likely other Royal family members are binge watching The Crown onNetflix. Are we to believe HMTQ is in communication with the producers as consultant?? THAT IS SHOCKING!!! Sharing her perspective on Diana and her time with the family. Shocking, outs it mildly. But it’s strictly confidential!! Wonder if there are more secrets or details to come. I wish that Diana could be left alone, she been gone for so long and people still trying to make $$$££££€€€ off of her!

I want to say to HMTQ, PC, PW and the York family and the entire family, my prayers are with you. No one is immune to justice in 2019, unless you’re a backer. PA is being the sacrificial lamb when the alleged list of Je snd GM friends and visitors to his island and homes are well known public and polite figures. You all know who they are. Will they be crucified like PA?? I dare say, Justice is not equal and we all know that!

1140 hrs Thank you MM ANON glad l could do this before my wonderful Christmasy day starts with my friend!

GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you PG. Seems much still going on in the background….I can’t wait for HM’s speech. Greatly appreciate this, thank you!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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138: Dec 8

MM ANON …… not an engaging situation …… my LITTLE pony……… WOC-less……… We’re just mild about Harry …… a charitable laundromat ……… expenses,expenses ………”it’s a Multi million business, trim it”…… hangers OFF!!……… ‘‘twas the night before Christmas”……… a conservative Royalist ……… 12th night ……… morning sic -ness……… “ say goodnight Gracie

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 8/2019. RIDDLE #138. 1300 hrs CST

not an engaging situation

Princess Beatrice And Edo Mapelli Mozzi have cancelled their planned engagement party at the Chiltern Firehouse that was schedule for December 18/2019 due to paparazzi fears regarding her father lest they end up spoiling the party. Likely they will reschedule, keep date, time, location ultra secret so as to not have it spoilt by any interruptions. My heart aches for this young couple, but especially for Princess Beatrice when this is meant to be the happiest time for a bride.☹️

my LITTLE pony

Our dear Princess Charlotte, affectionately known as, Little Lottie has been pleading for a pony for Christmas, love that LITTLE uppercase. My little pony years ago was a toy, l gave my niece one. I believe little Lottie means the real deal a live pony! The Daily Mail most certainly reads your blog 🐼, because we knew this days ago!

WOC-less

WOC women of colour, less. Or is it WOKE less, 🤔 Photos were in the paper today of madam volunteering regularly at a soup kitchen, St Felix Centre, in Toronto whilst filming Suits. She was well liked, reportedly called ‘the lovely Meghan’. In the photo, there does not appear to be any obvious WOC, although other ethnicities are evident, it’s Canada we are a melting pot, as it’s called here. I am uncertain if this is what MM ANON is referencing.

We’re just mild about Harry

The song is l’m just wild about Harry and Harry’s wild about me, again from when music was music. Harry used to be the most popular Royal, his popularity level has been dipping whilst Williams has been sky rocketing. I wonder if it’s related to madam?🤔🤔🤔

a charitable laundromat

Is there money laundering being done through madams charities? Foundation, ‘charitable’ ones, real estate and advances of huge sums of money for ‘consulatation’ fees are often ways that illegal guns are transferred or the term money laundering, make dirty illegal funds clean and soluble. This has long been suspected by of certain political family’s foundation. Is mama dam being investigated for this as well?

expenses,expenses

I wonder if this is regarding the York family and who is going to fund their expenses now. I have read articles that PA had lost money in some investments and now his privy purse funds are gone, no staff, his consulting and other areas of income are gone. I imagine the entire York family is used to a royal standard of living, is HMTQ going to fund their expenses? It’s all sad☹️🥺. If he needs legal help, he will need the best as well as American lawyers as well, it’s going to be exorbitantly expensive! Lawyers being lawyers will drag things out as long as possible for more billable hours and thus more fees earned! Lawyers allegedly do this😧🙄. There is also Princess Beatrice’s wedding coming up!

“it’s a Multi million business, trim it”

Sounding like what l just wrote. Is PA telling PC, who holds the privy purse strings now, that his status and the ayers estate, family is a multi million dollar expense, and his consulting fees or whatever he does for business in all his travels requires to earn vast income requires planes, RPO’S etc etc. Sounding like no sympathy from PC, telling PA flatly, he needs to trim his lifestyle and budget/expenses, full stop.

hangers OFF!!

Hangers on, is a sycophantic person, or persons, Who associate with another person or a group for the purpose of gaining some personal advantage. Like sugars, me oh, my oh. Now it’s OFF! I read yesterday that the Sussex instagram only gained 16 fans in one day, apparently is far far far lower, the sugars seems to be fleeing and the money for bots less and less. This upper case OFF with two exclamation marks makes me think of PA, all the charities, businesses,worldwide, organizations etc that have clung to him because of his Royal,stays are dropping like flies. Now that he is not of use to them, he’s been shoved onto the proverbial shelf.

“twas the night before Christmas”

The Cambridge children are going to be unbelievably hyper, it is my understanding that the Royal family, going back to their Saxe-Coburg Göethe /German roots open gifts on Christmas Eve, my family did as well. I wonder if the Cambridges will have the little ones wait till Christmas morning. Imagine getting them to sleep!!!! I certainly hope we all get our gift before then, the gift being the announcement of another Cambridge baby on the way!

a conservative Royalist

The ultra left, wants rids of the Monarchy, allegedly, the NWO definitely! Bojo and his party of conservatives endorse the constitutional Monarchy. The Brexit issue is still in play. The outcome of the election on the 12 th could permanently alter the future!

12th night

Shakespearean play but this is not that. The general election takes place on the 12 th of December, l was just reading the weather is supposed to be horrendous with wild winds. It seems nature is echoing all that is going on in the country. The results of this election could completely change the country permanently.

morning sic - ness

Sic is a let in term meaning “thus.” It is used to indicate that something incorrectly spelled or written is intentionally being left as it was in the original. Sic is usually italicized and always surrounded by brackets to indicate that it was not part of the original. Catherine is pregnant, l have been saying that for a few weeks and confirmed it yesterday with a photo and my rationale. This is the clincher. She’s is most definitely marvellously pregnant! Congratulations!

“ say goodnight Gracie”

At the end of the George Burns and Gracie Allen radio and tv show, she always portrayed as kind of ditzy. If you have never seen or heard YOU MUST!! At the end, he would say to her as meaning to the audience, say good night Gracie, she would reply Good night Gracie! I think the Edith Bunker character from All in The Family must have been partially based on her!

What’s or who is this referring to, someone misunderstanding what they are being asked to do, then doing it and being wrong, and getting laughed at. Or is it something is completely over and done with and they are being told to say good night and leave the what? Job? City? Party? Politics? I have no idea, it could be so many things. The only thing l know for sure is a Burns and Allen are classic and that’s the origin of the phrase!

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Thank you PG! Interesting….waiting for the 12th. Much appreciated 😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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139: Dec 9

MM ANON ……… Re-Hab-itual behaviour ……” Gone In sixty seconds”…… ( six weeks?) ……… no sight, sound or visual,no optics???? …… old photos, photo shops and disinformation!!……… “ there OK, ma’am!!”…… “ones duty is, keep muddying the waters”…… The Peoples Princess, WHAT!!! ……… “capitalise on it ma’am”…… “AMERICA”…… “are you a gambling man LG?”……… “ only on absolutes”…… Charlotte’s wish-list Web 🤣🐴🦄🎼💕……… “what’s that racket basil”… “It’s Brahms, Brahms 4th racket”🤣🤣🤣🤣

Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANOM🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 9/2019. 1715 hrs CST RIDDLE #139

Re-Hab-itual behaviour

Invisibility, when one is used to constant visibility breeds rumours of all sorts. Is she/they in rehab? What is she up to! Where is she up to it? Is she incarcerated, in custody, in psych care, in SoHo, in Siberia? Where where where? What is she up to? Hobbies, yachting, hiding out, in an opium den in the Far East?? Her irregular patterns or behaviour are regular, so some of these must be correct, maybe even a combination of them.

“ Gone In sixty seconds”…… ( six weeks?) ……… no sight, sound or visual,no optics???? …… old photos, photo shops and disinformation!!

It’s a film , l have not seen, because you all know by now, the films l prefer. Will she gone after this six weeks? Is she already gone? There has been nothing new at all, in any media format! The only ‘new’ was last weeks Instagram of a years old visit to Hubb bakery with photos so poorly photoshopped it MUST HAVE BEEN done purposefully! A blind individucoukd see the horrible photoshopped job. Her hairstyle was different in two of the photos! So again, disinformation, love how a makeup les Adele was squeezed in at the top, unrecognizable without her trademark black eyeliner!

“ there OK, ma’am!!”…… “ones duty is, keep muddying the waters”……

LG assuring HMTQ they are ok. HMTQ feeling strong that her duty and instructions being followed are to continue to muddy the waters, sew seeds of confusion regarding madam. Her sugars are falling off the sticky cone like flies who normally stick to it!!

The Peoples Princess, WHAT!!! ……… “capitalise on it ma’am”…… “AMERICA”…… “are you a gambling man LG?”……… “ only on absolutes”

Madams goal/obsession has been to be Diana 2.0, sacrile en Francais! She wants to be America’s Princess now, they don’t have titles there but the truth has never ever stopped her before. HMTQ enquiring of LG his gamesmanship! He replies only on things he knows, sees, can confirm 100%! Madam is counting on her home country to Dave her and welcome her as their princess huh, nary princess, THEIR QUEEN!!

Charlotte’s wish-list Web 🤣🐴🦄🎼💕

Our Princess Charlotte, yes of course loves her unicorns, but a living breathing rideable horse, THATS THE TICKET! Christmas gift! She is singing her pleas for one, with all the sweetness that we know a little girl can muster, and l have no doubt she can muster with the best of them!💜💜💜💜💜💜 If she cannot have a pony, or even if she can, she still wants a unicorn, this is the song sheet she is reading from!

“what’s that racket basil”… “It’s Brahms, Brahms 4th racket”🤣🤣🤣🤣

Every time l hear Basil, l go straight to Barcelona and Fawlty Towers in Torkey , or kortey, or yer knot , orketort.. etc etc If you are fans of the classic you will immediately undestand my letter switching and no doubt be laughing madly now. The episode where Basils wife Sybil, henpecks him, well that’s every episode🤣🤣, but the one about him needing to do two tasks, the menu and hang a picture, but he is listening to music Brahms 4 th, is hilarious! I am not sure how this relates to things. I am rather out of the loop today. I haven’t read a paper, no tv, nothing, not the blog except to find the riddle. Please forgive.

THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON for the Fawlty Towers memories, l grew up on that and Monty Python!!! Back when CBC was more BBC than CBC!!! The good old days😊.

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Thank you😊❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you so much dear PG….sounds great. Much appreciated 😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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140: Dec 11

MM ANON …… Predictions Guaranteed …… W&K increases commitment …… 🎼”no other love have i”🎼……… mummy serves a Christmas ace……4-0-tee-love…… advantage HMTQ …… nutmeg, FAULT!! …… DOUBLE FAULT!!…… Game, Set and scratch🤣🤣🤣…… “ these are actors,as I foretold you “………” thar’s gold in them thar Hills”………… 🎼”HOLLYWOOOOOOOD”🎼……… “An exit strategy LG.”……🎄seasonal Sandringham🎄…… “I WANT A POOOOOOOOONY” ,please.🎅🎅😘😘😘………… “ ask your father!!……… ask your mother!! ……… ask Gan Gan. !!😂😂😂

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

THANK YOU FOR YOUR HUMBLING WORDS TODAY💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

SORRY KIDS THIS IS SO LATE MY INSOMNIA CAUGHT UP,WITH ME 😴😴😴💤💤💤

DECEMBER 11/2019 riddle sent December 10/2019

RIDDLE #140. 0155 hrs CST

Predictions Guaranteed …… W&K increases commitment

Well hints and interpretations are 100% guaranteed! For the millionth type l shall type OUR CATHERINE IS PREGNANT!! CONGRATULATIONS-GLORIOUS-WONDROUS-BLESSED-LATIONS!!

With PA off the roster, they both, despite their growing family needs will need to pick up the slack, as it were, left by PA absence. It’s going to be a mighty big juggling act to be sure!

🎼”no other love have i”🎼

The unbeatable team of Rodgers and Hammerstein, in fact listening to Perry Como right now. He sings the lyrics of true love so beautifully, his voice is like liquid floating through the lyrics and notes. This is definitely magic how the two intertwine. It is an absolute reference , the team of R and H, Perry Como’s liquid intertwining of the nites and lyrics, absolute comparison to how William and Catherine’s love and the relationship intertwines. That’s so beautiful MM ANON!THANK YOU!

mummy serves a Christmas ace……4-0-tee-love…… advantage HMTQ

Well an ace is a tennis term, a serve so good, no matter how skilled the opponent is, or thinks they are, it cannot be returned. MM ANON has used a number of tennis terms in this riddle. Forty love mean one person has 40 score and love means zero. Advantage means the one player needs just one more to take the game! Ok let’s interpret! We will all know, well l have already know based on observation alone,not by consultation of spirits, that Catherine is pregnant! The palace will release an official announcement as a Christmas gift to all! Forty love? Well Catherine will have four and madam zero OF THE BODY!! ! Remember that little law, that will be important in legal days in the future for madam! Thusly, the advantage is ours of course but it further secures the Monarchy!!! Plus it’s marvellous!

nutmeg, FAULT!! …… DOUBLE FAULT!!

A fault in tennis is simply that, a serve that hits the net etc. Archificial fault one, is she planning another fauxmegnancy? Madam has made so many mistakes/faults, l have no doubt she will be seething to find out. Catherine is pregnant and will pull another fauxmegnancy!

Game, Set and scratch🤣🤣🤣

The Crown wins if course,due to the law l just spoke about. MM ANON is being cheeky here because of all the photos we see of madam , sometimes in gowns, scratching her vag. It’s disgusting, there are always people around too. I have never in my life seen any woman do that EVER! Except her!

“ these are actors,as I foretold you “………”

Huh, this makes me wonder as our dear skipoy has often said, are her ‘family’ paid a tors and not really her family? This would be unbelievable but then London Scoop told us this several years ago. I think we should be prepared for everything and anything. As far as JE too, expect anything because l think the world will change once all that information is out. Just as Prince Andrew and HE GAS NOT EVEN BENN INTERVIEWED OR CHARGED!!

thar’s gold in them thar Hills”…………

That goes back to 1849, used to. All them the 49 ‘res, no l did have to look that up, just sing oh my darling clementine, it’s in there. They went in droves to the west both Canada and America seeking their fortune, some made it, most didn’t. Is madam hoping to live in the Hollywood Hills like a star and live the life? She is sadly delusional!

🎼”HOLLYWOOOOOOOD”🎼……… ““An exit strategy LG.”……

HMTQ with LG, in discussion, are they using this as an exit strategy to rid themselves of madam?? Setting her up there, or telling her this, the law will come a calling, for certain the IRS. This confuses me, l think these clues are for Miss Rachel! Are you salivating Rachel? Thinking HMTQ, or what do you call her again? Refresh me? Rachel, they are going to put you in the most gorgeous massive mansion, fill your bank and simply let you and archficial leave, after the terror you have wrought. Ok Rachel stop reading now, your part is done. after the terror you have wrought. IF YOU THINK THAT, YOU’RE MORE DELUSIONAL THAT I THOUGHT!

🎄 seasonal Sandringham🎄

The usual traditions of a Sandringham Christmas will be marvellous and enjoyed by all. No madam, the first time after two years of her being there!

“I WANT A POOOOOOOOONY” ,please.🎅🎅😘😘😘………… “ ask your father!!……… ask your mother!! ……… ask Gan Gan. !!😂😂😂

Yes dear Charlotte continues her jonesing for a pony!! Did they take her to see Santa and she begged as hard as she puked and as loudly as she coukd🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂. Santa , as Santa does with requests such as this, redirected her to ask her mum her dad, if that fails ask again Gan who loves horses to bits, pardon the pun!!

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GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you death PG…this looks great..Charlotte wants that pony! Thank you for always getting our riddles done!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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141: Dec 11

MM ANON ………🎼 jingle smells, jingle smells 🎼……… 🎼” I’m dreaming of a POC Christmas”🎼…… “ no Christmas chemicals or alcohol in re-hab”……… “ on a whiter note”…… “ come on Lottie ‘ aunties found a little pony” …… “ So !!! You caved darling.”…… “well ‘ it’s Christmas!!”……… “not turkey ‘ Dover sole!!”… “ but it’s tradition Philip”……“ f**** tradition !!”…… “I’ll inform Sydney”…… “are you going to announce it old thing?”…… ANOTHER COUNTRY … “He’s a brilliant speech writer” …… “you’ll bloody need it

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 11/2019 RIDDLE #141. 1050 hrs CST

…🎼 jingle smells, jingle smells 🎼……… 🎼” I’m dreaming of a POC Christmas”🎼

The proper lyrics are Jingle Bells, and White Christmas. Everything madam, who has gone from self identifying as Caucasian to self identifying as a woman of colour, has done smells, smells off! Not in terms of scent, although many say her personal care lacks majorly! Her behaviours, merching, and on and on don’t pass the smell test meaning something isn’t right. And in this case, of madam, TRUER WORDS HAVE NEVER BEEN SPOKEN! Her sugars and many others are dropping her, no one can find her!

“ no Christmas chemicals or alcohol in re-hab”

Madam is likely court mandated to rehab and for a psych evaluation in preparation for court.Substances are banned for obvious reasons, searches are done on admission and fairly routinely whilst they are in groups etc. People try and sneak things in, that’s why there is a blanket drags on visitors usually for 90 days. So there are ways of getting stuff, but it’s tricky, uncouth staff being one, but they don’t last long. So the medical detox done, now come the “ work” of dealing with issues leading to use, and the beginning of learning new life skills and the long permanent rode to sobriety and keeping oneself sober. Madam is likely forced into rehab, which we know will not be a permanent solution but they want her clean for being charged! And assessed and cleared of any or diagnosed if any psychiatric diagnosis is present. This is all essential before any court case, common practice.

“ on a whiter note”…… “ come on Lottie ‘ aunties found a little pony” …… “ So !!! You caved darling.”…… “well ‘ it’s Christmas!!”……… “

Whose hoping for a white Christmas? Probably every child in the world. Where l am this morning -33C ish, so l would/will be ever so happy to share! I do believe Zara and her mum have intervened into Charlotte’s horse dilemma/battle🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂. William and Catherine are fighting a losing battle , no stables at KP, but l believe a few do exist on England and funnily enough l do believe close family members have ridden for decades AND have stables! So there is a plan in the works, pony has been purchased, a white one from sounds of it, stable arrangements made. Now her lifelong love of horses and fun begins. There was no fighting it, it’s most definitely in her genes!

“not turkey ‘ Dover sole!!” “ but it’s tradition Philip”……“ f**** tradition !!”…… “I’ll inform Sydney”…… “”are you going to announce it old thing?”

HMTQ and PP discussing aspects of upcoming Christmas. Menu is to NOT contain turkey traditional Dover sole. After all the hoopla of madam and Thanksgiving PR, nobody ever wants to hear turkey again!! Trying to convince PP it’s tradition, although l thought goose was traditional what do l know?? PP kindly gives his opinion, no turkey and no tradition!! Sydney, as we all know by now, is His Man, as we used to say, his Valet as now would be said. PP asking if she is going to announce the Regency in 18 eighteen months when she turns 95. No reply but l am certain we will be told if and when she feels is the right and proper time, as she has always done.

ANOTHER COUNTRY … “He’s a brilliant speech writer” “you’ll bloody need it

I wonder if this is not regarding tonight diplomats banquet and her speech. I thought HMTQ’s speeches were written by herself. I do think there is massive concern regarding tomorrow’s election, if LABOUR wins, active work to dismantle the Monarchy will be underway. England will no longer be England as we know it to be, despite it changing with immigration, this would be a primordial change of titanic proportions! I am NOT EXAGGERATING!!

As far as HMTQ announcing Catherine’s pregnancy via speech that would be unprecedented, it’s usual an office statement released by KP. I think this is more relation to the next words she utters following the election, the Monarch is to remain apolitical. The next opening of parliament speech is always traditionally written by the PM. I am not certain which speech this is other than the last possible which when all other options ruled out, must be the one, l learned from Sherlock, it is her Christmas speech/message. I am certain this will be a very difficult speech because it truly has been a terrible year and pending election results it could be outright horrific.

1135 hrs CST. GSTQAOBC 🇨🇦

Thank you dear PG….what will tomorrow bring….very insightful deciphering indeed! 😊💜💜💜💜💜💜

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142: Dec 12

MM ANON ………emeralds should do the trick …… they certainly did…… W&K the lovers knot ………💍 a ring (Rock) of ages…… No Sin-ders you WON’T go to the ball😂😂……… 🎼”re-hab’ I said ,know know know!!!”🎼…… “ we ALL KNOW nutmeg!!”…… “GOD’ she’s in all the papers Philip”…… “ I see, she’s beautiful old thing”…… “she shines Philip”……… Wanta Konta and Kate🎾🎾…… Boris the spider…… “ doesn’t matter who you vote for, the government get in !!”…… sneezing ponytails 🐴🐴

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 12/2019. 1220 hrs CST. RIDDLE #142

emeralds should do the trick …… they certainly did…… W&K the lovers knot ………💍 a ring (Rock) of ages…… No Sin-ders you WON’T go to the ball😂😂

Well we were not all gobsmacked last night?? We saw HMTQ dripping in gorgeous emeralds and THE tiara!!! Catherine looked divine in blue velvet just dripping in diamonds!!! As l posted last night HMTQ sent those out to defeat her, those backers and individuals attacking her and her family AND the Monarchy that she is strong and has been vastly underestimated!! Catherine was right behind her. The full future of the Monarchy was solidly supremely gloriously on full display! Nary a sign of any undercurrents or any serious issues going on! NOW THATS THE TRUE BRITISH STIFF UPPER LIP!!

Catherine looked a star in the Lovers Knot tiara, the Hyderabad necklace, which HMTQ received as a wedding gift, actually the gift was hers to choose and that’s what she chose! Catherine was wearing a massive diamond and something?? Unsure ring on her right hand. I have never seen her wearing a ring on her right hand. I haven’t seen any really clear photos nor any attribution of the ring. Cinderella, ended up going to the ball, thanks to some mice and her fairy god,other! Our madam aka Sin-ders, sinderblock ??jail?incarceration? Looming?? Regardless of her present locale or her future, she was not invited nor welcomed nor present at the ball!!

🎼”re-hab’ I said ,know know know!!!”🎼…… “ we ALL KNOW nutmeg!!”

Classic I song by the gone too soon, Amy Winehouse. Madam is most definitely in rehab, and EVERYONE KNOWS! Is there truth to her trying to get into our country, Canada 🇨🇦, and was turned away? I would say then she is rehabbing in America which makes most sense due to frame of reference and long term sobriety. I wish that for her. If she eloped from rehab, that’s the term we used, she could be in rehab near the border. There are some awesome rehabs that have a strong outdoors focus, team building, skills etc.

“GOD’ she’s in all the papers Philip”…… “ I see, she’s beautiful old thing”…… “she shines Philip”

HMTQ and PP having a morning phone call, checking in and talking about the massive success the Annual Diplomatic Ball at Buckingham Palace. I believe HMTQ, greatly misses having PP by her side, not that she shows it, but how on earth could she not? And him as well, not missing the formal stuff but hearing the crack and being with HMTQ. They are absolutely delighted with Cather! With good reason! No one EVER EVER could have imagined or dreamt up a better partner for William, God’s Divine Handwork! She has fully come into her own, her confidence is unbelievable and she just oozes beauty, class and as if she were born a blood Royal!!!

Wanta Konta and Kate🎾🎾

We know Catherine loves tennis! She is the Patron of Wimbledon. Roger Federer is a friend and rumours of him playing with her and giving her lessons. Wants Kanta has me super duper stumped! I am ashamed but the urban dictionary definition of Wonta is a girl who doesn’t know what she is doing, sorry Catherine 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 using the same source, a Konya is a handsome man, great personality and a MASSIVE ‘racquet’.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂😂 I don’t know about the size of his ‘racquet’🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂 but a Roger is handsome and Catherine, sorry , maybe seriously needs help with her tennis game. I must say, before these riddles, I NEVER KNEW THE URBAN DICTIONARY EXISTED!MM ANON HOW ON EARTH DO YOU KNOW THESE THING??🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

Boris the spider…… “ doesn’t matter who you vote for, the government get in !!”

Boris Johnson has made a very trick web starting way back when he misled HMTQ into proroguing parliament. Today’s election results will show if his webs have been effective in a minority government, a majority or an astounding loss. I read today the BBC political reporter made a major error talking about the results of the mail in votes which is not permitted until polls close. I shall not repeat what she said, you can find it online. The last line is funny, because in an election you’re electing a government so of course one will get in!🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂

sneezing ponytails 🐴🐴

I think, l fear our little Lottie may have a wee allergy to her pony! Or horses in general. That will work itself out, she will outgrow. It’s in her blood to ride and be a horsewoman her entire life. A tradition from HMTQ and even Queen Victoria!

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Thank you so much dear PG! Looks great! Poor Charlotte! She must have her mother’s allergy…..poor baby! Much appreciated PG!😊💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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143: Dec 13

MM ANON …… Cor’ bin a long night!!…… “ Darling ‘ it’s an allagee-gee” ……” majori-ty and crumpets ma’am”…… “ “That’s all ,I’m orf to Sandringham”……… George&Kate set and match…”that’s it Lottie ‘ walk on !!”…… “ I did it auntie Zara”…… “ Ducks in a row then Netty?”……… “Nurse!! What’s the bleeding time”?…… A little procedure!!…… “ the lids screwed down ma’am”……… “ones writing ones screech”…… “he’s coming Philip!!” …… “backlash old thing?”………… “it’s a Norwegian Blue Philip 😂😂”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU MM ANON🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

December 13/2019. RIDDLE #143. 1005 hrs CST

Cor’ bin a long night!!

Oh Jimmy Crickets a sound! SOUND!!! RESOUNDING DEFEAT OF JEREMY CORBYN AND THE LABOUR PARTY! THANK GOD NO THREAT TO THE MONARCHY! Massive blow to the ego of JC and the celebrities whose importance and opinions they deemed were of superior importance to the populace. People turned out in droves giving BOJO and the Conservatives a resounding majority government. I know we don’t talk politics but now the British people’s vote for Brexit can progress and no more talk of ridding of the Monarchy. Other issues continue, but will be far less prominent! The usage of Cor’ its a British phrase like Cor blimey, l don’t know the origin of Cor but l bet lots of you do!

“ Darling ‘ it’s an allagee-gee”

Catherine explaining to Charlotte the reason she is sneezing and stuffed up is because she has an allergy to horses. Terrifically cute to call it an allageegee💜💜💜💜💜💜

” majori-ty and crumpets ma’am”“ “That’s all ,I’m orf to Sandringham”

HMTQ and PP sharing breakfast. Major-ity play on the phrase tea and crumpets! MM ANON I LOVE YOUR SKILLS!! PP heading back to Wood Farm/ Sandringham.

George&Kate set and match…”

Sounds here like George is as keen at tennis as Catherine. They playing each other and likely both taking lessons. But a different WONTA KONTA THAN I WROTE ABOUT YESTERDAY HILARIOUS!!!!

“that’s it Lottie ‘ walk on !!”…… “ I did it auntie Zara”

Despite sniffles and being stuffed up, our dear Charlotte will outgrow those allergies and Zara, the consummate horsewoman is the best person to help her learn the ropes, pardon the pun! Learning to lead , and having success!! Confidence building and trust building with her pony! This is marvellous!!

“ Ducks in a row then Netty?”……… “

PP, speaking Lord Maldon or Netty his old pal, who, to those who do not know,l shall explain again because it’s very important now and will be in the coming days!! Jiminy 🦗Crickets!!! Ian Duncan Burnett, Baron Burnett of Maldon, is a British judge and the current Lord Chief Justice of England and Wales. PP checking in that everything is in place for legal issues related to madam!

“Nurse!! What’s the bleeding time”?…… A little procedure!!…… “

I wonder if PP is getting his flushot and it’s taking too long! That is not really a procedure,per se. The way the second line is written it’s a harumph, as if he was told it was little but turned out to be more. Could be a variety of tests, at his age, colonoscopy, DT scan etc. etc. I have not read anything about this in the papers.

“the lids screwed down ma’am”……… “ones writing ones screech”…… “he’s coming Philip!!” …… “backlash old thing?”

HMTQ working on her screech🤣🤣🤣😂, Christmas speech. The lid screwed down on what, the ink well? Why, so she won’t toss it at him? 🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 NEVER NEVER!! Awaiting the arrival of the new PM for the formality of greeting the new PM and meeting with him. PP asking if she will get on him about misleading her to proroguing the government? The lids screwed down confuses me……

“it’s a Norwegian Blue Philip 😂😂”

Earlier this week, many royals attended the funeral of the car park king, Sir Donald Gosling. He left 50,000,000 £ for the Monarchy to put towards a new yacht!

This is flipping hilarious because my two favourite Monty Pythons Sketches are regarding Canadians and the Lumberjack song! I cannot tell you how often l was called that in Scotlad😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. The other one is with the Norwegian Blue dead parrot🤣🤣🤣🤣😂, the guy tried returning it be he wasn’t happy with it.🤣🤣🤣🤣😂😂😂 YOU MUST LOOK THEM UP, IM A LUMBERJACK AND IM OKAY. I SLEEP ALL NIGHT AND I WORK ALL DAY..OK EVERYBODY JOIN IN AND SING!

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Thank you PG! Well things seem so much brighter today. All is well….love it! Much appreciated PG!🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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144: Dec 15

MM ANON ……… Blueeeeeeee velvet …… pop pop Poppins ……… she met Mary ………” Mmmmmm , a bit sneeeeezy”……… “ we’ll go and get something really silly for her” …… it’s not a phone, it’s a MPC…… “ it’s all very Cloak & dagger”…… “ Catherine, I’m deadly serious!!”……… “meals on bloody wheels!! piss orf”……… Shut down everything!! ………… “A new broom,old thing”…………… “ well, ones not amused “………… “I’ll inform Sydney”……… From Cromer!!……… “Cromer???”

💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻THANK YOU DEAR MM ANON🎄🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜

RIDDLE #144

December 14/2019, however l am doing it December 15/2019 due to somebody napping the 14 th away😜🙄🤔. 0025 hrs CST

Just so you all know, l have not read any papers since this morning so, accuracies may be a bit funny🤣🤣🤣. Please forgive my typing errors etc, my left hand is very numb and the challenge of balancing my iPad and typing is more difficult. Yet we all know the riddles are meant for fun, yet l learn lots from MM ANON about so many things and l do my best to try and pass that on the my often elaborative explanations☃️❄️☃️🎄☺️🎄

Blueeeeeeee velvet …… pop pop Poppins …she met Mary

Catherine wore an absolutely gorgeous blue velvet gown by Sarah Burton for the House of McQueen to the Diplomats Annual Ball on the 11th of December. She was dripping in jewels and looked amazing. Velvet, animal print, all thing sparkles are so on trend right now!! However, anything Catherine wears looks fabulous. I love the sort of retro, 1940’s look she has been wearing the last year or so. The wide trousers she has worn on some day occasions, example the Chelsea Flower show, her garden, when she wore the linen coloured wide legs trousers reminded me so of Lauren Bacall or Katherine Hepburn. If you do not know either, they were amazing stars of Hollywood’s Golden Age, when films were films and magical! My favourite!! How long winded and elaborative am l? You can tell that l have rested!🤣🤣🤣😂😂☺️.

Mary Poppins has been a classic film and play. It has been recently redone on the big screen in film and is currently playing in the West End, the theatre district in London at the Prince Edward Theatre, l believe until June 2020 unless it’s run is extended. At the Royal Variety Performance show that was aired on ITV recently showed William and Catherine in the Royal Box. They also enjoyed several comedians especially one who jested about family issues and managing a busy household! They did meet the actors afterwards and there are pictures from that!

Blue Velvet is a classic Elvis Presley song. Black Beauty is a classic children’s book/film about a black pony. I wonder two things, does Charlotte want a blue velvet dress for Christmas like her mum wore so beautifully or does she want to name her pony Blue Velvet? I am strongly leaning to the latter, naming of her pony!!

Catherine has such a varied list of patronages, interests, and activities, she fascinates new! I marvel at her. My sister and l for years now have watched and greatly enjoyed the Great British Baking Show! We now have our own Canadian version!🇨🇦. The original GBBS, hosted by the amazing Mary Berry and Paul Hollywood. We won’t talk about him!🥺😤. Mary Berry is a woman of world renowned pastry and baking skills and author of many books. She and Catherine have worked on a Christmas tv special. A Berry Royal Christmaswill air on BBC One at 8.30pm on December 16. In the show, the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge will team up with Bake Off winner Nadiya Hussain and Mary Berry to create a festive feast for charity workers and volunteers who are working over Christmas. I hope CBC shows it!!!! Red velvet cake is a classic, might Charlotte want a blue velvet cake?? There are so many lovely interpretations of this marve riddle MM ANON💜🎄💜🎄💜🎄

Pop pop is often what grandfathers are called. I wonder if grandpa and grandma Middleton took Charlotte to see the play Mary Poppins? And Charlotte was able to meet the actress portraying Mary afterwards?? Or did they watch the new film and have popcorn ie pop pop during it? A few options here, all wonderful!!

” Mmmmmm , a bit sneeeeezy”……… “ we’ll go and get something really silly for her”

Catherine and William discussing dear Charlotte’s allergies to horsies/ponies. As parents do, they worry and want to do something for her. I wonder if she has some antihistamines OTC, over the counter or more likely seen the doctor and perhaps given some allergy medicine. I am sure she is so not happy to finally have a pony and then feeling yucky!! They will get her a treat of some kind to cheer her up, sounding like a fun jokey kind of thing. The royals are known for each gag/funny/silly gifts at Christmas 🎄.

it’s not a phone , it’s a MPC…… “ it’s all very Cloak & dagger”…… “ Catherine, I’m deadly serious!!”

William and Catherine are discussing security issues and things he learned during his time with MI6 a few months ago. I really wonder if that has been ongoing and started long before we were told publicly. Again, for the l don’t know how many times l have brought this up, but Harry’s wedding band IS NOT AN ORDINARY, RUN OF THE MILL, WEDDING BAND!! William is discussing a device, maybe looks like a phone but it’s not and does much more. Mobile Personal Communicator. Technology built into anything from something innocuous like perhaps a wedding band?? She is saying it sounds very spy-ish, 007, or cloak and dagger which is an old phrase used to describe the work that spies do. Now we often say intelligence, or in the field, when they are in the environment they need information/intelligence from. So is William talking about what has been part of his Royal trips recently or in the past? Or is he also talking about our Harry? I truly think both!!! Regardless, William is telling her how deadly extremely serious this device and reason for it’s use is!!!

meals on bloody wheels!! piss orf”……… Shut down everything!! ………… “A new broom,old thing”…………… “ well, ones not amused “………… “I’ll inform Sydney”……… From Cromer!!……… “Cromer???”

HMTQ and PP in conversation. It’s colder now, the 🔥 fire is lit and it’s roaring, crackling, and smells wonderful. The room is decked for Christmas, the smell of the Norwegian Blue tree is just fresh and ever so Christmasy 🎄. Both dressed with cozy wool sweaters and HMTQ a wrap over her lap. Meals on wheels, for shut-ins or elderly or people who have health issues, this is a fantastic program where a daily hot meal is brought, providing nutrition and a daily personal contact which is all many people have. We used to have that here. But TPTB in government, a year or so ago, cancelled Adult Day Care, which was a great day respite for spouses or caregivers of people with dementia or long term illness, aging issues, strokes etc etc. they would get a day off to do errands, cook, rest whatever, while the person needing help spent the day in care. So we have none of that now, no ADC or Meals on wheels and it’s been devastating. There is private meals on wheels now but it’s very expensive. ANYWAYS I DIGRESSED…. I cannot fathom why MOW would be an option for PP because he has a full staff at Wood Farm, however he is having none of it, judging by the comment l am assuming is his!

I do know the NHS has been a massive issue in the U.K. in terms of wait times etc. My sister listens to the monocle podcast. She told me that the NHS is sending patients to India for hip surgeries because it’s so much cheaper!

Shut down everything!! Double exclamation, is this to give everyone a good Christmas break after all the stress of the year? My first thought was electronics/devices/computers/ smart TVs etc etc. Has there been a hacking attempt? A virus? Shutdown and stop any intelligence theft or Trojans? Smart tv’s and things like Alexa or Echo, that follow voice commands to turn lights on, off, lock doors etc. I read yesterday about the Ring doorbell, being hacked so a man was attempting to speak with an 11 year old girl. I am unsure if this is what the shut everything down means, but it might be!

New broom for a New Year, New Years resolutions, changes, etc. Sweep out the old bring in new, fresh positive changes. To me, this is an absolute 🧹 sweeping out of madam and all the filth and evil she has wrought amongst the a Royal family, the U.K. and Commonwealth, the entire world also in terms of the Royal families reputation etc etc.

Alas l too wonder if this is also related to PA, sweeping out alleged accusations. Attacking him specifically, l am surely hoping all will be revealed about others , the backers, their plans and misdeeds etc etc. I pray and continue to pray for ⚖️ justice and people are made to face justice!!

HMTQ is not happy or amused about this, the used of the word amused makes me wonder if there was some cartoon in the paper or an article jesting about the Royal family or demanding changes. I truly do not know but she is not amused!

PP will inform Sydney, as we all know by now, but if it’s your first time, Sydney is PP long term valet. He knows and does anything and everything and is above reproach in the trust department!! Whatever is upsetting HMTQ is from Cromer! She is both shocked and uncertain at the same time. Cromer is a little town along the North coast of England in the county of Norfolk. Well known for its fishermen, especially crab!

I am stumped with Cromer! You have stumped me yet again MM ANON!! Unless it’s a continuation of a previous riddle, no turkey for Christmas sweep that out, bring in the new from a Cromer crab and seafood in abundance! Hence informing Sydney to make these changes in arrangements for the Christmas menu 🎄.

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Thank you PG, sharp as ever…thank you….interesting….leaves us pondering…much appreciated!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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145: Dec 15

MM ANON ………… 🎼” give a little, take a little”🎼…… “Mary, Mary, quite …………”……FBI , (under the stones)……… “ very succinct old thing”…… “ blunt’ Philip!”……… “its a beautiful yacht ma’am” ………… “ I fear 20, more than 19” ………TO THE VICTOR……”………… a little late dear friend ……… WHITEHALL NOW!! …… only one came ……… IF , dear boy IF”……… “ you were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off”

💜💜💜🙏🏻🙏🏻🎄THANK YOU EVER SO MUCH DEAR MM ANON🎄🙏🏻🙏🏻💜💜💜

December 15/2019 RIDDLE#145

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I hope you are having/have had a lovely weekend ☺️💜☺️

🎼” give a little, take a little”🎼

Interesting song by Jimmy Cliff. Lyrics speaking of a woman in a broken relationship, she need to lear to give and take, not just take, sacrifice and pay the price. These are all things that madam has never allegedly done. She has only ever sought to serve one master, and that is the master of self! She has never been able to maintain any sort of successful relationship , be it intimate, friendship, collegial, work, family, none, l find that incredibly sad. She is a product of the choices she has made all through her adult life. These choices have certainly left her the worse for wear, physically, emotionally and spiritually. I truly pray she is seriously working on these issue if she is indeed in rehab or hospitalized.

Also fits in with merching and other financial “issues” give a little speech take a lot of cash. Have a little lunch take a little cash. Wear a little ring, take a little cash. You get the idea. Add that to whatever has gone on in the Sussex Foundation, MM, etc etc, taxes, undeclared income etc etc etc WOWZERS bit of a legal problem that! Give a little speech, take a little snort, take a little pill, take a little drink, take a little drink take a little snort. You get the idea, many ways this could go!

“Mary, Mary, quite …………”

Contrary, how does your garden grow?

With silver bells and cockleshells

And pretty maids all in a row.

Tis an old English nursery rhyme, according to Wikipedia, which one must take with a grain of salt as anyone can add to it, alter it etc, this rhyme may refer to Mary, the mother of Jesus or it could have Royal references. I wonder since we are so close to the Nativity if that is not the meaning here. How will the Royal family be spending their Christmas, who will be there, who will be absent. More specifically now, will PA been there, will he attend Christmas Day services with the family as usual, will Fergie be there, Bea and Edo? As they are not yet wed, the tradition until madam came along to plus ones until marriage. Will Harry attend, will madam and archficial attend. Will PP attend. These are all the morning church l mean. As far as Christmas at Sandringham and the traditional Boxing Day Shoot, who will be there and who will not?? Some of these things we may not know. However it is pretty certain that The Cambridge Family, minus little Prince Louis, will be walking to church Christmas morning. I am so excited to see that!

FBI , (under the stones)

We know the F.B.I. Has been very keen to interview PA for quite some time regarding his long term friendship with JE and regarding the accusations made by VRG? Under the stones, is that supposed to mean information has been buried and dug up, or simply buried?? Found dug up on the Island?

“ very succinct old thing”…… “ blunt’ Philip!”……… “its a beautiful yacht ma’am” “ I fear 20, more than 19” ………TO THE VICTOR……”………… a little late dear friend ……… WHITEHALL NOW!! …… only one came ……… IF , dear boy IF”……… “ you were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off”

HMTQ and PP are reviewing the content of her annual Christmas Day message that she has been working. He has read it and tells her it’s succinct, short and to the point, no digressions, unnecessary elaborations, in other words, it’s exactly the opposite to how l would write something 😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣😂😂. I am NOT making light of the seriousness of this message in any way, shape or form. She corrects him by saying her message is blunt! No beating around the bush, she will lay things out exactly as they are and have been!

As l mentioned the other day with the Norwegian Blue clue, the Royal family was left £50,000,000 by Sir Donald Gosling, specifically to buy a new royal yacht, whose memorial service on December 11/2019 was attended by many royal family members. He was known as the car park king. Anyhow, HMTQ has obviously been looking into yachts, he passed away in September, so his memorial was held just four days ago but the bequest would have been known for quite some time. The last royal yacht was Britannia! It has become a permanent visitor attraction moored in the historic Port of Leith in Edinburgh, Scotland, and is cared for by the Royal Yacht Britannia Trust, a registered charity.

It sounds like HMTQ and LG are looking at one she has chosen and he concurs it’s beautiful.

“ I fear 20, more than 19” Continuing their conversation, l wonder if HMTQ in this comment is referring to Christmas and fearing 20 more than 19 means she fears, 20 guests for Christmas more than 19, meaning madam forcing herself onto the family for Christmas yet again!

TO THE VICTOR……GO THE SPOILS”. The victor, person who took the victory, is entitled to all of the rewards, bonuses, or benefits of success that were wagered in the contest, game investment or whatever scheme was afoot! Also written as “To the victor belong the spoils.”

A hard fought election with Brexit wanting revisit by the losing side saw a landslide majority victory for BoJo and the Conservatives. They can now, with a majority government, get Brexit done and finally move ahead and forward from the ,muck and mire of revisiting a vote that had already been done and dusted! The spoils are political power and decision making. The NHS is a massive issue as well, but we do t discuss politics here really, it l had to mention it because it just happened and was so obviously applicable.

HMTQ and LG and his team have masterfully played the game of real life cat and mouse. As many previous riddles have stated and one just a day or two ago, PP is keeping in close contact with Lord Maldon aka Netty regarding the legal charges at play. I truly believe it’s simply a matter of right timing and HMTQ is the only one who will make that choice! She will not be hurried, pressured or manipulated! NOT ONE WHIT! But to be sure, there is absolutely NO DOUBT THAT SHE IS THE VICTOR, THE CROWN WILL ALWAYS WIN! ALWAYS! The spoils in this case will be her family being able to resume its life, justice regarding madam, baby Archie shielded from EVER BECOMING PUBLICLY KNOWN, that bit l don’t know how they will manage that in this age of social media and if madam is the biological mother and MA? The father?? I pray for that innocent baby! The spoils may also include finding out the truth of these allegations against PA and why he is the sacrificial lamb so to speak for all the other billionaires who allegedly were friends of JE!

a little late dear friend…….. I think HMTQ is saying to LG despite justice against those who backed and were part of the assault on her family, severe irreversible damage has been done, years wasted, Harry’s health, both physical and mental changed in a way that would otherwise never would have happened, PA and his family, so damaged by allegations that thus far have been not even charged with. The victor may HMTQ be, the disaster in its wake is tremendous!

WHITEHALL NOW!! ……

BoJo and his new Conservative majority will return to sit before Christmas, HMTQ will give the speech he has written for her but the whole opening will be pared down version as it was just a few weeks ago, not the whole formal horse procession, crowns robes . etc This will take place December 18/2019, members sworn in and likely a big shuffling of the cabinet!

only one came ………

Only one what came where?? Who came? MM ANON YOU’RE MYSTIFYING ME BIG TIME TODAY!! Is this PA saying only one of his fellow members of the Grenadiers came to visit him or enquire after him to see if he was ok and why he was just a no show at the banquet when he was the guest of honour. I think anyone or everyone understands why he didn’t go.

IF , dear boy IF”………

l think this is PP speaking to PA, If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. If things were different, if this has never happened, this would have remained the same instead of becoming a pariah and having his life and his family life yanked right out from under them all. Prince Andrew took over from Prince Philip as Colonel of the Grenadier Guards in 2017. They had their annual banquet December 11/2019, PA was due to be the guest of honour. Despite assurances that he would be there, he simply was a no show, didn’t call or notify.

“ you were only supposed to blow the bloody doors off”…..

Well known phrase from the film The Italian Job, Michael Caine yelling in his Cockney accent at the literal overkill by a partner in crime, he blew up an entire security van when he was meant only to blow the doors off so they could get inside. This is a massive metaphor for way overdoing this in life. PA has had everything ripped from him and has not even been interviewed!! Talk about blowing up the entire van before even knowing if there are any doors!!!

The same goes for Harry, he has been playing a role, yet he has by most been 100% lumped in with madam! His reputation in tatters, let’s pray this ends soon, please🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻.

My brain cannot think anymore, l hope this makes sense

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Thank you PG! This looked like a tough one indeed! Great job. We much appreciate all the work you put in….thank you🙏🏻💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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Choking On Sapphires 54

Title & Song: Whole Wide World

Characters: Alfie Solomons x Genevieve (OFC)

Word Count: 7400+

Summary: Alfie hunts down Genevieve to tell her how he feels. Instead of finding her on his first attempt, he’s met with a furious Claire who sets him straight. They both look for each other out on the town. Alfie finds her in a way so dramatic it makes Genevieve, our resident drama queen, proud.

Warnings/Tags: Language. Fluff. Romance. Close calls. Will they, won’t they. Go get your girl.

**Chapter song is Whole Wide World by Wreckless Eric.*

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My Masterlist. (Includes Parts 1-53)

His fingers kept gripping and regripping the top of his cane, he stared out the window, a menacing glare on his face as the stone of the city started to fade and the hills of the countryside started to replace it. His mind was going over a million different things that he could say to you. Where to begin? Where to end? Should he just wing it? Should he be light or heavy handed with you? So many questions, none were focused on long enough to get any real answers from himself as each thought led to another question, leaving his eyes wild and unsure as he reaches the driveway of your home. The men at the front had let him in, that was a good sign he thought.

He takes a deep breath, getting out of the car with a grunt, the cold seeming icier in the country to his achy bones. He steadies his breathing with the visible air his nervous heaves leaves in puffs as he walks up to your large wooden and wrought iron door.

He hears the door unlock before he gets to it, he sees Claire's pale and severe face meet his with clear hesitation.

"Alfie?" she says with clear confusion as her eyes narrow.

"'Ello Claire." he says with a heavy breath.

"What are you doing here?" she says, her tone giving him a warning. He felt more nervous than he had about how welcome he would be here.

"May I come in? It's fucking freezing out here." he says with a scrunch of his nose.

She looks him over, and nods, holding the door open for him and shutting it after. She stares him down, mouth in a straight line as she says nothing.

"Is Genevieve home?" he asks with a hopeful quirk of his brow.

"No." she says indifferently.

"Ah. Would you be so kind as to tell me where she's gone?"

"Out." she says flatly, arms still crossed over her chest and tone steady.

"And where might out be?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"Because I need to talk to her."

"Why?"

He pauses for a moment, trying to figure out how to approach this.

"Why now? Why at all? And you can't call like a normal person?" her head moves with attitude.

"I felt suddenly compelled to speak with her so I left and came straight here." he says defensively, brow furrowed with more sadness than anger.

"From where?"

"What with the fuckin' questions Claire?" he says in a higher pitch voice.

"I think after how you've acted the past months I get to ask however many fucking questions I want Solomons." her tone is harsh, her eyes narrowing at him.

He knows she's right. He was getting too excitable. "I left from work."

"So it's work you need to speak to her about?"

"No."

"Then what?"

"I'd...I'd rather say it to her."

"I think you can say it to me because I want to know what mess you'll be leaving me with to have to fucking clean up again."

"I didn't mean-"

"I don't know what you meant to do Alfie. But you've not been here. I have. I've had to deal with how much you hurt her. You do know you devastated her when you left right?"

"I..." he wants to defend himself but there's no point. "Yes." he admits, his shoulders slumping.

"Then why the fuck would I tell you where she is? So you can go and hurt her some more?" her voice is fierce and protective over you. "She builds up the courage to put herself back to together, and face you at that meeting and what do you do? You accuse of her being used by someone, you don't apologize and you don't mention the evil you've done?" her arms are out at her sides in anger. "She's very mad at you over that, I'll have you know. And rightfully so! What man acts like that to someone he cares about?"she leans towards him, and he flinches as the rage beams out of her eyes at him and he knew he deserved every bit of it.

"I don't want to hurt her anymore, that's why I'm here. I need to talk to her."

"So you're just going to swoop in out of nowhere and confess your undying love and devotion? Just like that?"

He stutters and his face shows his uncertainty to her forwardness and grand accusations.

"You have no idea the damage you'd done to her do you? You're so fucking thick you have no comprehension of the amount of work she's had to do to get over you leaving. I can't even say it helped her get over you though, because she's not." she doesn’t sound happy to admit the fact.

"She's not?" his eyes light up with hope and her hard exterior falters only slightly.

"No." she shakes her head and sighs. "She's not." she puts her hands on her hips. "She's well miffed but the poor thing still cares about you despite my opinion on the matter. To say you burst the little love bubble you two had been floating about in would be an understatement."

"Then I must speak with her."

"She's very delicate Alfie...and I swear to God if you hurt her again I'll kill you myself." she almost growls.

"And I'd let you. Because I fuckin' deserve it, yeah? I know that. I've spent the last months hatin’ myself because I knew what I was doin' and I thought I was savin' her by separating myself because I didn't think I was worthy of her."

He sees the thought move around behind her eyes, considering if she believes him or not. "That's why you stopped sleeping with her?"

"Yes! I had this, in hindsight, ridiculous rule of not being with Jewish women. But she turned out to be exactly fuckin' that, yeah? So I ran scared because of my own principles. I see now I was wrong. I can't..." he pauses and takes a deep breath. "I can't believe I'm telling you this..." he rubs the bridge of his nose and closes his eyes for a moment. "I can't be without her Claire. I fuckin' tried, right?"

He can tell his words were what she needed to hear.

"So please... tell me where she is?" his eyes are wide and honest and she's touched by his transparency.

"What are you going to do, huh? You going to propose? Tell her you love her and always have and always will?" she rolled her eyes and lets out a frustrated sigh.

"Well I..." he lets out a stutter of frustration.

"Well dont." she says with a less angry voice. "You'd built her up to believe in such romance in real life but after you left she felt so stupid and lost that if you came at her with that, I love you, marry me, heavy shite you'd overwhelm her." she sighs and frowns.

"I wasn't goinna start with that...no..." he gives a grin and small huff of a laugh.

She cracks a smile. "Just...be gentle. You need to build her back up. Be sweet, be kind, be easy with her. You can't handle a woman like Genevieve roughly. You can't whip her back and forth between heavy emotions and expect her to react in your favor. You can't ignore her for months, then tell her she's acting daft and then tell her you want to be with her." she says with raised brows, taking a step towards him, a finger pointing aggressively at him. "And don't you dare fucking hurt her again!" she barks at him and he knows she means it. "You come back into her life and you fucking stay. You got that? I'll be damned if I'm dealing with a heartbroken Gen again."

"That's the plan. I really do mean that. I shouldn't have left. I plan on starting with an apology."

"That's a good place to start."

"You said she was....heartbroken. She really was?" his voice is softer and full of concern.

Claire purses her lips and glares without true anger behind her eyes. "I had been told you were a smart man Solomons."

He huffs out a laugh at the statement. He felt such the contrary.

"You really think she took care of you and slept in your bed without the thought of sex because she thought you were just friends?" she tilts her head at him, her tone obvious. "Genevieve isn't the best with expressing romantic feelings. Perhaps because she hasn't had them to the extent she does for you before."

He feels elated and guilty but hopeful and he holds it close. "So... will you tell me where she's at?" his mouth hangs open, eyes resembling a puppy's.

She lets out a heavy sigh, looking him up and down as if she's still considering it. "Okay. Fine" she says with a small smile. ----------

With a newfound sense of self and hope, something it seemed like he'd not felt in years now, he heads back towards town. You could be at two possible places he'd been told. You had an appearance to speak at a gala for an art school and you planned to stop by a fundraising event for one of the charities you'd been working with. You'd been so busy since he left but Claire said doing the new work had seemed to be the only that that made you happy anymore but he was looking forward to changing that.

He tries the art school first, as your appearance had a time frame. He tries to not looked rushed and wild-eyed like he feels, using his broad shoulders and intimidating silhouette to make his way through the crowds. Suddenly every dark-haired woman would be you, his heart thumped away at every glance of them, the possibility of his eyes meeting yours with every turn of their heads. ----- You felt an odd rumbling of nerves within you before you were scheduled to speak. You didn't mind talking to groups of people, getting paid to show up and talk about something you loved was an absolute dream. Your fingers twisted the pendant around your neck, rubbing the Star of David had become a worry stone to you of sorts. It helped you center, remember who you were and how you were doing these things to become the person you wanted to be. But tonight, looking in the mirror of the small room set aside for speakers it was reminding you of Alfie. He would've been such a good mind to have gone over your speech with, he had been so good with words.

That was up until he stopped speaking them to you. You could'nt shake how he'd looked at you, spoken so positively about you to a room full of people, putting himself out there as a full supporter of you. You would've loved it if he could've been with you tonight. You could have invited him but... you didn't know where you stood honestly. His eyes seemed to admit he'd wanted to talk to you all those long, lonely nights. But why he hadn't still confused you. Your face flushes hot with his insinuation that you were letting a man get the better of you and use you. That still made you angry whenever you'd think about it. You longed for the days when all his words had been sweet, when he'd told you you could do anything and you start to feel foolish that you'd ever truly believed him. Perhaps the man you'd been duped by had been him.

"Miss Durand. You're up next." the sharp voice of the curator of the museum the event was being held in breaks you out of your distracting thoughts. You gather yourself and fluff your hair and dress, adjust your chest, center your necklace and move chin high out of the door. ---

"She finished speaking about half an hour ago." a woman with a name tag tells him when he inquires about you. "Lovely speech. Lovely woman as well, a transcription of her speech will be available in the next week to come with the newsletter. Shame you missed her, she's a very passionate speaker." she says with a polite smile.

"It is. Is she still here? Or have you seen her?"

"I have not seen her but she did head back into the museum after her speech."

"Ah. Thank you, luv." he says with a nod and a determined face as he heads into the wandering halls of the museum. ---- The crowd was mostly in the front of the museum where the food and the speakers were so you were left alone thankfully, moving around the impressionist's halls. You let out heavy sighs, your arms crossed as you let the sadness that resides in you show on your face and you're alone in a room of Monet's. You stand in front of the massive paintings of water and flowers and sky. You hope you could paint things to make people feel things in such a way one day, draw this melancholy and a strange calm from people like the beautiful blurred but poignant paintings did for you. You wonder if one day maybe you could have a room full of your paintings on display. Your own little self-indulgent gallery of the things you'd created. They were a lot darker than the Monet subjects but that didn't mean no one could relate to them. But you were very protective over your paintings, maybe one day when you didn't feel so fragile you'd look into it.

You look to your watch, seeing as you'd been standing and daydreaming about a soft and pastel colored world where things didn't hurt so much for too long. ------ "Where would you go?" he mutters to himself, looking at the directional signs. "French? French. Yeah." he nods and heads toward to direction of the French Impressionists exhibit. ---- You stand in the lobby, being thanked and praised for a few moments as you try to get out of the building. You have your cheeks and hands kissed, murmuring thank you's and absolutely to requests to do it again or speak at other locations.

A tall black wide-brimmed hat catches your attention in the crowd, your breath catching and ignoring the doting around you as your eyes grow large, an ice cold tingle down your spine at the thought of him. You stand still, ignoring the words being spoken to you but as the owner of the hat turns you see it's not Alfie. The tingle remains despite seeing it wasn't his usual style of hat. ------- He stands in the empty room of impressionists paintings, he mutters to himself, disgruntled and his face contorting in thought. "Genny...if you aren't in France... where the fuck are you, luv?" he whispers out loud to the large painting of a lily pond. He takes out his pocket watch, seeing he'd been wandering for too long, the night growing too old. Perhaps you'd moved on already. This is where you'd be if you were here. He felt it like the intuition you had, he knew he was close. He returns the watch to his pocket and carries on. ----- You stand outside, your fur coat shielding you from the cold as you wait for your car. You pull the collar up to hide your face, hoping to be able to make a clean getaway. As you see your car pulling up you get a strange little feeling in your stomach. Like butterflies. You turn back to look behind you, you felt like someone was watching you, your eyes scanning the far away heads of people as they move in the yellow light of the lobby.

"Miss." Joseph says, pulling open your car door.

"Thank you." you say softly, a half smile and a nod as you get into your car. You keep your eyes on the doorways until the people are too small to recognize. It wouldn't surprise you that you're feeling strange. Speaking in public, all the attention and the strange ending with the meeting with Alfie, you had a lot swimming around your head. With most odd feelings you get from time to time, it could be nothing, or it could be absolutely everything. ------- You arrive at the fundraiser and your mood lightens. You feel more comfortable at the Jewish events, people there aren't as clingy and full of an obnoxious and disingenuous amount of praise and you prefer it that way.

You make your way around the room full of things for the silent auction. You decide to place a few bets, a painted vase, a large decorative mezuzah, and a large fur blanket. You sign your name with a sigh to the list for the blanket, your sad little heartbroken self bubbles up from the back of your mind. You wouldn't have to have more blankets if Alfie was still around. You remember the last night you'd spent in bed with him, your face resting on his chest and falling asleep to his heartbeat. You groan out loud, looking around at the other items in the room, you wish there was a listing for a large, handsome Jewish bloke to put a bet on.

In a funny way, you get your wish, but you should've been more specific because this man gave off an annoying air of arrogance as soon as his strong cologne hit your nostrils.

"Perhaps you should have put up a date with you for auction. They would've certainly hit their goal." he says with a trying too hard to be charming smile.

You look up at him, rapidly blinking and making split-second judgments. This was a hard no, pass. You say nothing and hope he either realizes you're not interested or see how inappropriate the statement had been.

"You're Genevie Durand, yes?" he asks with a bow of his head. You look him up and down, giving him nothing but an indifferent stare. "I'm Abe." he holds out his hand, you show your polite tolerance and let him kiss your hand.

"I am Genevieve yes."

"You were scheduled to speak at the museum downtown tonight were you not?"

"I was."

"I saw you in the paper for your award. Beautiful work." he says with a shake of his head.

Thanks. It was the guy I was fucking at the time is what you'd like to say in response.

"I sent you a letter of congratulations for your achievement." he says as if it meant something to you.

"I received so many letters after that article was published, I wouldn't be able to recall." you say with pursed lips. The downside to having to communicate with men outside of your life of crime was you couldn't really call them a cunt and tell them to fuck off.

"Ah. No surprise at all. A woman of your achievements being on the market in a rare gem indeed." he thought he was flattering. On the market? Like a fucking ham or a goose? How this man was single was such a mystery. "I did not see your education listed in the article and by word of mouth I could not find any information about you, where was it you went to school?" he inquires.

"The University of London and then Oxford." you say matter of factly, looking behind him in the crowd.

"Impressive for a woman in this age."

"And you?" you ask with false interest.

"Cambridge, madam." The one school to still let women in, wonderful. "Oxford didn't let many women in, it must be a testament to your great mind that they let you."

That they let you, like education shouldn't be something available to any who wanted it. "Yes, that's why I helped the scholarship programs in London. So those who want to go, can."

"It's a lovely idea. A well-trained mind is such a highly sought after trait in a spouse."

Woah, okay there lad, slow it down, you don't know me. "I find emotional intelligence to be of higher importance." you say back with an unimpressed tone.

"Emotional intelligence?"

"Yes. Being able to understand and empathize. Manners, read social cues, expressing your emotions clearly." you say with your back still straight, and eyes only ghosting over his in a clear show of

"Ah. It's been my experience that most women have found greater comfort in knowing their spouse's achievements are documented and can give them secure lives with their pursuits of knowledge."

"Well..." you sigh. "I'm not every woman you've met am I?" you say with a shrug, a pat to his shoulder and you walk away. You'd played nice long enough, you missed pulling knives out on people.

You find a group of single girls, you infiltrate and they ask much more interesting questions, you sip wine and chat and enjoy yourself separately from the rouge stalking man that tries to catch your attention and pull you from the group.

You turn another away, stating you found the conversation plenty stimulating enough where you were currently when one of them starts to speak again. "I heard Alfie Solomons is here tonight." a dark-haired girl whispers with a wrinkled nose as she giggles into her wine glass. "He never comes to these things." she shakes her head.

Oh fuck. You try to hide the flush in your face as you take another drink.

"Isn't he on the board with you for the blindness charity?" a blue-eyed girl inquires.

"He is." you nod too fast to be keeping your cool.

"What's he like? I've heard so many stories about him." she says with a chuckle.

"Oh he's... you know." you shrug. "Rather polite for the line of work he's in." you spit out quickly with a smile.

"I wonder what it'd be like to be with a gangster. I bet he has so much money." she rolls her eyes in pleasure at the thought.

"Yes, but what he does isn't exactly... Kosher?" one giggles.

"But have you seen the jewelry on the man? Can you imagine what he'd buy his wife?" she adds with raised brows.

You instinctively reach up to hold the pendant he'd bought you between your fingers. "Have any of you seen him here tonight? Or is it just rumor?" you ask.

"I saw him talking to the head of the board earlier." she says dismissively.

"Never kissed a man with a beard before. He looks so unkempt but it sort've adds to the dangerous bit doesn't it?" one laughs and rubs her face.

"Excuse me, ladies." you say politely with a nod and they continue, an outbreak of giggles as you walk back into the crowd. Was him being near what that funny little flock of butterflies in your belly had been trying to tell you? Would you even have that sort of connection with him anymore? ----------------- He enters the building and the murmurs start immediately. As soon as he's spotted he's greeted with loud and enthusiastic welcomes from old rich men who love his money. He never attends these sorts of things, just donates money to various causes. They've never seemed to mind his lack of social appearances, as long as his money kept coming in no one really bothered him or asked much about the rest of his life or how he came into his money. He's polite but short with the varying degrees of welcome as they keep pulling him and his attention away from his purpose for being here tonight.

He sees a group of younger girls around a painting, he figures women, artists, perhaps they'd know if you were here.

"Good evening, pardon me for intruding," he says and clears his throat as they all turn casually and disinterested until they lay eyes on him and realize who he is. "Might I bother any of you to ask if you've seen Miss Genevieve Durand here tonight?" he says gruffly, ignoring the up and down they were giving him.

"I've heard she's here." one nods. "I'd love to talk to her, I haven't seen her myself."

"She did this painting, you know." the tallest says, motioning with her glass of wine to the painting they were surrounding. "She's so refreshing, don't you think?" she asks with a tilt of her head. He recognized the scene, it was the view from your studio window. A landscape in unnatural colors, blurry as if it was looked at through a veil of tears.

"Are you a fan of hers?" one asks, a smirk on her face.

"I am a fan of hers, yes." he states without hesitation and they all grin.

"Oh." they say with knowing smiles.

"Have you seen her?"

"No but another painting of hers is up for auction if you're interested." she shrugs.

"Thank you very much, girls." he says with a polite nod and tight smile as he heads off into the room with all the items.

He stalks around, eyes to the papers as he sees your name listed and he lets out a sigh of relief. Alright, at least he was on the right track. ------- You make the mistake of asking a grouping of older women if they've seen him. They had not, but they certainly seemed interested in you meeting their sons after they found out who you were. You expertly decline and say you're preoccupied at the moment and apologize and leave.

Your eyes continuously scan the crowds as you chew away at some hors-d'oeuvres by the buffet table. You stand with your hip jutted out, chewing your thumbnail in thought as a young girl approaches you.

"You're Geneveive Durand, yes?" she asks sheepishly and politely.

"Yes, love, I am." you say sweetly.

"I'm a big fan of your work, Miss." she says with a big smile.

"Oh thank you so very much." you say with a nod.

"I would love to ask you a hundred annoying questions but I'm afraid someone has been looking for you." she says with a coy smile.

"Excuse you?" you ask with confusion.

"Alfie Solomons," she says with a nod. "My friends and I were standing around one of your paintings and he asked us if we'd seen you. He seemed distracted so I thought I might do you both a favor and let you know."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I've been looking for him as well." you say with a sigh of relief. "Do you know where he's done."

"I'm afraid I don't but it wasn't that long ago that he asked."

"What's your name?" you ask, putting your hand on her arm.

"It's uh..." she's caught off guard by the attention. "Sarah Weizman, Miss." she says with wide eyes.

"You get in contact with my girl Claire, and I would love to answer all those questions of yours. Just call me up and tell her your name." you say with a charming smile that she returns in full. "You've helped me out Sarah, I owe you." you say with a smirk as you walk away. ----- You both stand tall, eyes searching, hearing that the other was looking for the other from people as you move through crowds in hallways, ballrooms, upstairs and down. You're covered in a thin veil of sweat as you keep circling, missing each other by paces and you both grow weary the longer it goes on.

"He must've gone." you whisper as you stand at the top of the stairs with a worried look on your face. You've been looking for over an hour, easily and you'd worn yourself out.

"Where are you Genny for fuck's sake. I know you're here." he grumbles to himself, opening up doors upstairs to offices.

You jog outside, pushing open the door and the icy air hitting the sweat on your skin and making you shiver. You trot down the stairs to the street, eyes searching every second. You stand between street lights and have a smoke. Something you didn't do often, but your stress level for the occasion seems to warrant it.

"Are you ready to go Miss?" Josephs' voice surprises you and you jump at the sound. He lets out a chuckle. "Didn't mean to frigthen you." he smiles.

"I'm just a bit on edge, sorry Joseph. Alfie is here and I've heard whispers he's looking for me and I can't find him bloody anywhere." you say with a whine.

"Ah. Are we still friendly with Mr. Solomons?" he asks.

"I suppose we are." you say with a shrug.

He takes his pocket watch out and looks at it. "It is awfully late, Miss. He was never one to stay out at these sorts of things long. Perhaps he's retired for the evening?" he says supportively with a shrug. "Maybe he's left a message at home?" he suggests

You let out a cloud of smoke with a groan. Maybe he was right. You'd spent over an hour just looking for him and you'd been here almost three. Alfie hated these sorts of things, he wouldn't stay unless he had to and you weren't sure what he wanted you for or how important it was. Joseph had a point, there would probably be a message if he needed you. You feel a sinking in your gut. Why were you so damned excited to see him anyway? You couldn't help it though. You had it bad for the man and as much as you hated to admit it you knew it to be true. It had grown to be a simple fact and less a source of pain and anguish that it had been. It was just something you lived with, like a poorly placed mole one might not want. Couldn't do anything about it, so just live with it and carry on. A mild annoyance that would come to the front of your mind when you'd let it.

"You've got a very early morning tomorrow as well. Best not forget that." he says in a fatherly tone.

"You're right. I'll be up before the sun tomorrow." you roll your eyes, stomping out your cigarette and heading towards the car. "Won't be worth a damn to anyone if I haven't slept." you frown. You worry the whole ride home, trying not to bite your nails and you pick at the hem on your coat instead.

When you get home Claire is already asleep along with the rest of the house and you quickly follow suit. You had a full day of traveling tomorrow and lots to look forward to besides him. ---- He's panting and red in the face as he pushes through the large doors to the outside. His feet carry him heavy and defeated down the large stone steps into the dark and cold night.

"No luck?" Ishmael asks, propped against the side of the car.

"Never any fuckin' luck." he grumbles as he slams the car door behind him.

"Might I suggest we go to her home again in the early morning? Not give her a chance to disappear on you?"

"Ya read my fuckin' mind, mate." he says with an annoyed look on his face but a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

He does precisely that. He's up before the sun, giving himself a good scrubbing and putting on the oil you'd given him for his face and beard that he'd secretly taken with him when he'd gone. It'd reminded him far too much of you to use the past weeks but now with reconciliation in sight he could use it and be reminded of you without the pain.

The maid even commented on how he seemed to be much perkier this morning and he agreed. Taking only tea and a biscuit and heading out on his way.

He's primed to knock on the door and Claire answers. "Oh hello Alfie." she yawns, robe pulled to.

"I wanted to come early to speak with her before she had a chance to run. I couldn't catch her last night." he says, starting to take off his coat.

"Well I have a bit of bad news." she says with a frown.

"Oh fuck's sake, what now." his shoulders slump and his face looks exhausted.

"She's not here." she says flatly.

"She... not come home or?" he shrugs.

"She left before dawn. Told me she was off to France." she says with a flopping of her arms.

"France?" he responds with high brows.

"Wouldn't tell me why. Had her trunks and she was off as soon as she told me." she shakes her head.

"You're fucking kidding."

"I wish I was." she says rubbing her face.

"When'd she leave? You know which boat she's taking?" he asks, already moving towards to door. She's actually touched by his persistence.

"I don't. I wish I could be more helpful."

"Eh." he grunts and shrugs. "You tried." he huffs out as he's out the door already.

"Alfie! ALFIE!" he hears before he gets back in his car. Aggie is running as fast as she can towards him.

"What is it luv?" he asks, eyes wide.

"She's gone to Paris." she pants out.

"Calm down there Agatha, now." he says with a smile, hands on her shoulders.

"She's going for a wedding. Claire absolutely hates the girl so she didn't tell her where she was going." she huffs and catches her breath. "I don't know which boat she's taking or when it departs but I'll be damned if I'm going to not tell you something to help you find her. It's been hellish at times without you here." she says with wide eyes. "She misses you so much." she says with sad eyes.

"And I've missed her more." he says with a charming smile that makes her heart race.

"Are you finally going to make this old woman's dreams come true?" she says with a chuckle.

"If she'll let me yes." he grins. She surprisingly hugs him and he lets out a loud laugh. "Oh Agatha, ya nutter." he booms as he hugs her back.

"I've been waiting for thirty years for this, call me what you want!" she laughs, pulling away and wiping a tear from her eye. "GO! Go on and make the two of us the happiest women in Britain today!" she exclaims and pushes him in the car.

"Yes ma'am." he says with a grin, shutting the door and watching her clutch her chest with relief as he drives off to the docks. ----- He uses his name and throws money around haphazardly to get through the lines and get information on the boats departing. There is one to France and he buys a ticket and prays for the first time since before the war that he can get there in time. ------ You're leaning on the railing, looking at the happy people waving goodbye next to you. You smile at the beaming faces, the lovely words being shouted back and forth between families and lovers as the boat breaks away from land. You sigh and smile lazily, happy to be on your way to Paris.

You see a large dark figure parting the crowd almost violently. Your eyes focus and then they go wide. You'd recognize that shoulder to hat ratio anywhere. He pushes through the crowd, all elbows and shoulders as he gives no mind to those he moves to get the man at the gate. Your mouth hangs open, seeing him pointing and shouting at the man at the boat and shaking tickets in his face. You can tell the man is helpless in the situation but you know you can save him the trouble.

"ALFIE!" you scream as loudly as you can. You get strange looks from the people around you but there's no one else in your mind or your eyes at this moment. His eyes go wild and his head darts around, looking for the source of your voice. You wave your hands and shout again.

He finds you on the upper deck, smile bright and absolutely beaming at him and he melts. "GENNY I-" he shakes his head holding the tickets. "I WAS TOO LATE! I'M SORRY!" he screams back, his voice carrying easier than yours.

"IT'S OKAY!" you nod animatedly. "I'LL PHONE YOU FROM PARIS!" you scream back, blowing him a kiss in your excitement, being entirely charmed by the apologetic look on his face and waving with the same beautiful smile that captivated him. You had asked him to show you action, and this was certainly that.

He hadn't expected the kiss but he'll be damned if he's not going to leave you with a fond memory in place to start killing off all the bad he'd left you with. He catches it and puts it to his lips and he sees you lean over the railing and laughing loudly at him. He blows you one back and you catch it with both hands and hold it to your chest with a broad smile. Still so sweet and kind even after what he'd done to you. He might not think he deserves it, but he'll be damned if he's not going to take advantage of what must be the biggest celestial mistake that he happened to be the benefactor of. You stand and sigh and smile at each other long after you're out of each other's sight. It was as if the connection between the two of you was back and it was stretching across the water, soon to be connected again through telephone wires. ----- You take the phone out onto the balcony of your apartment in Paris. You're so nervous your hands shake as you pick up and ask for Alfie Solomons, London. Your heart races as you wait for a response.

He hadn't moved from beside the phone in the lounge since he'd got back. He had no intentions of missing your call. If he had to do much as get up to go to the loo he had someone there waiting. Luckily for him, the calls comes while he's sat by the fire.

He almost drops the phone in his anticipation, Cyril giving him a judgemental look from his spot in front of the fire. "'Ello?" his deep voice travels through the receiver and hits your ears and you close your eyes and smile.

"Hello Alfie." you practically coo, voice breathy and sweet.

You hear a heavy exhale, "Genevieve, luv." he says, pausing at the sound of your voice again. "Did you make it to Paris alright?" he asks, rising from his seat.

"I did. Thanks for asking." he can hear the smile in your voice. "Sorry you had to waste money on that ticket." you let out a chuckle.

"Nothing's ever a waste if I get to see you." he says smoothly and you blush, your heart flutters and your brain wants to side it's excitement but it was hard not to get carried away.

"I stayed at the fundraiser and tried to find you, you know."

"Ah. Yes." he nods, pulling back the curtain and looking out his window. "Seems it wasn't in the cards for us to meet that night, was it."

"Seems that way. But as you know I'm a fan of the dramatic and it doesn't get much more dramatic than you taking out a crowd of pedestrians to find me as my ship departed." you let out a giggle, your thumb in your mouth as you look up at the sky. You'd asked him for actions and he had certainly given them to you.

"You must've rubbed off on me, luv." he laughs. "Aggie told me you were there for a wedding. What hotel you stayin' at?"

"I am and I'm actually at my apartment." you say looking out over the street.

"You've got an apartment in Paris, do ya?" he smirks, of course you did.

"I do. It's lovely. You should come with me and see it sometime." you sigh out before you even realize what you're saying.

"I'd love nothing more." he returns the soft tone. "You have one of those fancy ones I bet. Balcony and big tall windows?"

"Good to see you still know me." you hugg out a laugh. "I'm out on the balcony now. It's cold but it's lovely out tonight." you say quietly.

"I'd love to be there with you Gen." his voice also dropping to a hushed whisper. "You lookin' at the moon, pet?" he asks.

"I am." your eyes stare up at her in her stark and bright majesty.

"So am I. Would you be so kind as to do me a favor?"

"Of course. What is it?"

"Look up at her for me, would you? We'll pretend we're both there while we're lookin' at the same moon."

You hold the railing and your knees knock together. And you thought romance was dead. "I am. You're here, making fun of the drivers down below."

"You'd be right, the French can't bloody drive." he laughs and you do as well.

You both let out heavy sighs. "It'd be warmer if you were here. But I can pretend." you say softly.

"Genevieve...." you hear his breath catch. "I've missed you so much."

Your eyes well up with tears and you swallow hard. Happy tears that felt like a baptism for you, an end to your sadness. "I've missed you too." you sniffle and feel the tears sting with cold as they fall down your round smiling face. "Alfie love." you lilt out.

You saying his name made his heart swell to the point of bursting. "Yes, darling?" he asks, eyes watery and staring up at the same moon you were.

"Why..." he hears you exhale. "Why did it take you so long to come to me?" he can hear the hurt in your voice, and he shuts his eyes and takes a deep breath.

"I'm afraid there is no good reason," he says with a huff of a laugh, you can tell he's being honest but you still find it mildly confusing. "And no reason at all now," he adds, scratching his chin. "I'll be having some people over for Shabbat. I'd love if you could come. I would like to explain myself to you if you'll give me the chance." his voice is so soft it's like you can feel it like velvet across your cheeks as it hits your ears and sends warm tingles down your body.

"I'd love to. Is it formal or casual?"

"You can wear anything you want. It's not formal, but I know that never stops you from looking a vision, does it?" he hears a giggle from you. "I just want you here with me, sweetheart."

"Then that's exactly where I'll be." he can feel the warm smile through the phone, his chest aching with happiness, having a reason to keep beating again. "I've got to go for now... but I'll see you soon Alfie." you whisper.

"Good night, my sweet." he coos.

"I'll keep looking at the moon until I see you again." he hears a chuckle. "Goodnight."

The line disconnects. He places it back in the stand and lets out a loud sigh that goes onto turn into a groan as his head falls back against the couch. Cyril becomes curious about the noise and lays his head on Alfie's thigh.

"Look's like you're going to get to met my Genny after all." he says with a smile, the dogs tail thumping against the floor as he scratches his ears with both hands. "You're gonna love her. I know I do." he gives a big smooch to the pup's head before he calls him to follow him to the kitchen to receive a treat for no reason except Alfie wanted him as happy as he was. -- "Lilly my love, what's wrong?" Altar says, his voice full of concern as his big hands set the small cups on the table. He stomps towards you, his long arms outstretched to hold you close.

"For once... absolutely nothing." you say with a happy choked out sob.

"Sweetheart, my princess, what is it?" he rubs your back, you feel like a child, wrapping your arms around him, his big beard rough against your face.

"It was Alfie on the phone." you say with a coy smile.

"Ahhh." he says, pulling you away and putting his hands on your shoulders.

"And?" he says with a smile.

"He was terribly romantic." you look at him with a dopey smile. "We set a time to meet when I return."

"Ah! The best news!" he cheers, clasping his hands together. "Well then fuck having tea! Let's go celebrate!" he laughs and you return the expression as he drags you by the wrist from the window.

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lunaofthevalley · 6 years ago

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The Letter

Sebastian Stan x Reader.

Plot: You're leaving behind your life in New York to go to Austria, and that means leaving him behind as well. But you couldn't leave with certain things left unsaid, so you wrote them down.

Request: @hadesgirl1015

Warnings: none

Note: I'm backkkkkkk wooooooo. Finally got out of that writers block.

The world seemed to be nonexistent to you at that moment. The only things you were really registering were the soft sounds of the raindrops hitting the pavement outside and the pieces of paper before you on which black ink seemed to be scribbled across like a never ending flurry of emotions.

And that's exactly what it was.

You sat unmoving, just looking across the now empty loft, a place which before used to have color and warmth, now only seemed bland and empty.

It's pretty amazing how a place filled with memories and stories can be stripped of that in a blink of an eye.

A knock suddenly sounded on the door, and that's what made you snap out of whatever mood you were in and back into the real world.

Before you went to open the door you quickly shoved the inked paper into an envelope and quickly wrote the name of the person to whom it was addressed on the front. You then shoved the envelope in your purse, going to grab your luggage before walking to the door.

Opening it up you were met with the cool breeze of the hallway, but also with blue stormy eyes that seemed to match the weather outside.

"You ready?" He asked in a soft tone.

You could only reply with a nod, taking one last glance at what had been your home for the last few years, before walking out and closing the door, leaving behind the first of three things you didn't want to.

Sebastian let out a deep sigh, before helping you with your luggage and walking towards the elevator. As you waited neither of you said a thing. It wasn't needed. You had known each other so long that sometimes long silences said more than what a full conversation would. You were that comfortable with one another, and it was something you would miss terribly.

Before you knew it you were already on the ground floor, walking towards Sebastian's car. He had offered to drive you to the airport, knowing that you, when moments like these came about, disconnected yourself from your surroundings, becoming more like an empty vessel, unlike your usual go happy, cheery self.

Things seemed to go by in a blur, as if your life was suddenly in fast forward. One moment your loading your things into the car and taking one last look at your home, and then your suddenly driving through the busy streets of New York City, the buildings going by in a blur, blurrier than usual thanks to the droplets of water that glided against the window.

You still really had no idea how the decision had come about. One day your happy, enjoying the hustle and bustle of New York City, the chaos and fast life it brought with it, and suddenly you dont want that anymore, opting to move somewhere else, far away, almost as if you were running away from something, which in a way, you were.

You couldn't choose at first. You didn't want to live in a big city anymore, you wanted to experience something different, the countryside maybe? A small town a couple of hours outside a city? You ended up choosing to go to Austria, a nice little picturesque town by the mountains, a place which seemed frozen in time, something so completely different to the place you were running away from.

Soft tunes played lowly on the radio, blending with the soft sounds of the falling water. You didn't remember the name of the song playing, but you knew it was one that sounded often, which is why, from now on, every time you heard it you would remember this moment, crossing the bridge, leaving Manhattan, leaving behind the second thing you truly didn't want to.

As every second passed, you got closer to the airport, meaning you were just a minute closer to saying goodbye to a very important part of your life. Your heart started to pick up, getting faster every minute that passed. Your stomach started feeling funny, like it would usually feel before you went to do a presentation in college or when you got up to sing at a karaoke bar while still being sober.

The scenery blended together and soon enough you were parked right outside the airport. Sebastian and you sat silent, unmoving, both enclosed inside the safe space of his jaguar.

He was the first to break the silence. "You have everything?"

You nodded, "Pretty sure I do. If I did forget anything at all you can always send it through the mail."

He let out a soft chuckle, "That I can do, I guess."

Things went back to being silent. It was comfortable though. Some people didn't like it when things were that way, no words being spoken, but for you and him, it was welcomed.

After a few minutes had passed you turned back to face him. "Seb…I think it's best if I go in alone."

He turned his head to you quickly, his mouth opened slightly as if he was going to say something, but no sound came out.

"It's just…it's difficult enough already, and if you go in with me I'll be more of a mess than I'll be now. So please let me do this alone." You explained, "look, I know you probably think it's a dumb idea, since I won't be seeing you in god knows how long, but I think it's the best thing to do."

After a couple seconds Sebastian only nodded, knowing that you had already made up your mind on the matter, and that no matter what argument he used, you wouldn't be changing it.

"…at least let me help you unload your bags."

"Yeah, that'd be great."

Both of you got out of the car, Sebastian going towards the trunk, while you went to get a cart to help you move your things towards baggage registration. Once everything was loaded securely to the cart you turned to Sebastian, not wasting one more moment before engulfing him as close as you could.

He hugged you back, lifting you slightly of the ground, making you stand on your toes, his arms securely around your waist, while yours were around his neck. Your emotions started getting the best of you, making some tears escape your eyes. You could feel Sebastian become emotional too, feeling a wetness on your shoulders that you knew didn't come from the sky.

You both separated after a while, both with red, puffy eyes and slightly runny noses.

"God I'll miss you so much. Why do you have to leave New York?" Why do you have to leave me, Sebastian expressed, although that last statement was only thought.

You sighed, "I don't know Seb, I can't give you a specific reason. I just know it's something I need to do. But hey, I'll come visit, and I'm sure you'll go visit me after some time, maybe your work will take you there, then we can live out our childhood dream of singing the sound of music on a hillside," Seb let out a laugh at that, remember ing it was something you had talked about during middle school when you were set to perform the musical. "I need time away, just for a little while. You're not completely losing me, okay."

He could only respond with a nod.

"I have to go now…"

"I know. Send me a text when you're on the plane, and if you can't, just call when you land."

"Will do Seb," you were about to leave when you remembered the envelope in your bag. You took it out and held it out to him, "I…um…I wrote this for you, but please read it when you get back home."

Seb nodded as he took the letter, "So this is it then?"

"Yeah, it is."

"See you later Y/N."

You smiled before softly replying, "Catch you later, Stan."

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It had been around 25 minutes since you had disappeared through the automatic doors of the airport entrance, and Sebastian remained sat in his car, staring off at nothing while thinking of everything.

You had told him not to read the letter, but he needed to know what the contents of that envelope were, so against his better judgment he opened it and took out the frail pieces of paper that contained all your thoughts and feelings.

Hey Seb,

I hope you listened to me when I told you to read this at home. But I know you, so you're either still parked outside the airport, or you stopped at some point between Manhattan and JFK to read it because curiosity got the better of you.

For you're sake I hope it's the second.

To be honest with you, I don't really know why I'm writing this. Maybe it's to help me feel better about myself? Or maybe it's just an easier way to say things without truly saying them, if you get what I mean.

I guess it's easier to write what you feel and have someone read it, instead of actually having to say it out loud and be met with their either negative or positive response. So I think I just answered my own question.

I'm writing this so I don't have to say it to you, because god it frightens me so much what you might think, how you might react.

There's so many different outcomes to you reading this, you might hate me, you might think I'm strange, you might think it's good riddance, or maybe, just maybe, you might feel the same and kind of still hate me for what I did.

And by what I did I mean, write this letter and give it to you right before I board a plane to Austria.

And what I mean by you feeling all those posible emotions is because I, Y/N Y/L/N am complete and utterly in love with you Sebastian Stan, I have been for years now. I just never had the courage to actually tell you.I was afraid of what would happen if I did.

You have your career and you're loved by so many and you could be with whoever you wanted to, which you have been, that's another reason why I didn't tell you, I felt like I could never live up to be what would be expected of me if I were to be with you.

But never mind that now.

I know it's selfish of me to do this. Specially now, considering the circumstances. You've probably figured it out by this point, that you were one of the reasons as to why I left. And I'm so, so sorry for putting you in this position.

I've had to leave behind the three things I treasured most in this world. My small loft in Soho, where so many great moments were lived. New York City, my home, the one place I can always count on. And you Sebastian, the person I love most in this world.

I know this letter might change things for us in the future, our friendship might not be what it used to be. But I don't regret for one moment writing this letter. I couldn't leave without telling you-or well writing it to you.

Again, I so sorry for doing this to you. I love you.

Y/N

Sebastián didn't know what to do, so he did what his instinct told him to, and that was get out of the car and run to you. Your flight left at 6:00, it was currently 5:29, if he ran fast enough he could make it. But first he had to figure out what gate you would be at.

He ran as fast as he could, running in between people, trying not to bump into them, stopping every now and again to ask where your gate was.

It was 5:56 by the time he had gotten to the gate, and he looked around but he didn't see you anywhere.

He ran up to a woman who sat behind the desk were the entrance to your plane was.

"Excuse me ma'am, is this the gate for flight 482 to Vienna?" He asked rapidly.

The woman gave him a fake smile, "It is. But I'm afraid the plane has already left. It's on the tarmac already. Were you a passenger of the flight?"

Sebastian's shoulders dropped. He had been too late. If he had only read the letter 10 minutes earlier you might not have gotten on that plane. But you were gone now. And so was his chance to tell you he loved you.

"No, it's just. I had something to tell someone."

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cosmichoneyedblossoms · 6 years ago

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White Sands

MERMAN Shownu X Reader

Genre: Fluffy

Word Count: 2,894

A/N: Okay, so, not gunna lie, this one was hard to write, but also fun! Thank you @xkpopobsessedx for helping me create ideas for this cutie! Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy!

Day One: 8:00 PM

“It’s been so long since we’ve been on a vacation together. What’s it been like, five years?”

“Mmm...” I hummed, scrolling through my phone. My mother tapped my leg, my eyes dragging up to see her face, “What?”

“Put your phone away. We’re going on this trip to get you out of your funk since that stupid boy broke your heart.”

“Can we not talk about Dean, please...” I asked, turning my head to look out the window.

“This four day get away at the beach should help you.”

“Yeah, because the ocean and sand can help me get rid of my depression...”

“Don’t be like that, Y/N...” She whispered and I tuned her voice out as I watched the trees turn into beaches, tan sands fading almost to white due to the season change. The water soaking in the still warm air and bright sun, resting upon the shore line waiting to cover someone’s feet; I bet it’s starting to get cold, not like we’ll probably swim anyway.

“We’re here.” We pulled up to a house that sat on the beach. The siding of the house colored a cerulean blue, fashioned with dark wood steps leading up to the door; even though the house was weathered, it still held some beauty. We stepped out of the car, pulling our luggage from the trunk, and then made our way up to the door. My mother opened the deep red door and we were greeted by the squeals of my older sisters, Anessa and Samantha.

“So glad you guys could finally make it.” Anessa took our mother’s luggage from her, sliding it over to the side of the couch.

“I’m sorry, girls. There was so much traffic on the highway.”

“No surprise there.” Sam grunted from the couch.

“Sorry to interrupt, but will you show me to my room, please?” I asked, Anessa skimmed over me, placing her hands on her hips.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. I think the last time I saw you was at Christmas dinner with De—”

“All right, all right, let’s not pester, Y/N. She’s had a long week. Sam, honey, show her to her room, please.”

“Ah, okay, mom.” Sam replied, getting up from the couch. I followed her down the hall to the last room on the left and she opened the door, “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

“Mmm...” I nodded and walked into the blinding room. Pale blue painted walls, dark wood flooring, driftwood colored furniture, white bedding, and a window seat facing the ocean.

Cute...

I opened my bag, unpacked my clothes into the dresser, then closed the curtains over the windows, and finally laid down on the bed, resting my eyes.

Day Two: 4:00 AM

I opened my eyes to a dark bedroom, the sound of the ocean waves seeping into the room.

How long have I been out?

I pulled my phone from under the pillow, the screen lighting up to show 4:02 on the clock. I laid my phone down, turning on the lamp on the side table, then getting up to pull a sweater from the dresser. I tugged it on, slipping on my shoes, and stepping out of the bedroom into the dim hallway. I padded my way across the floor into the dining room, sliding the glass balcony door open, letting the sea salt tainted air kiss my face. I closed the door behind me and walked down the balcony stairs, down into the sand. The sound of the waves crashing soothed my numb mind, my body being pulled closer to the shore; I sat down close to the water, watching it roll in and drift back out, when something moving through the water caught my eye.

A person swimming at this time of night?

I watched the body move closer and closer until I could make out his features in the moonlight— shaggy dark brown hair, soft cheek bones, but killer jaw line, thick lips, and sharp eyes.

Wow, he’s gorgeous...

He came closer until his body rested on the shore, everything but his head still under the water, “Hey...”

Is he talking to me?

I looked around, searching for someone else he could be talking to when he spoke again, “Who are you looking for?”

“I was making sure you were actually talking to me.” I confessed, tugging at the sleeves of my sweater. His eyes wrinkled as a beaming smile appeared on his lips.

“What is a beautiful girl like you doing out here in the middle of the night?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Isn’t the water cold?” I asked, moving closer to him, the water starting to touch my feet.

“Not really. I live in the water so it doesn’t really effect me.”

“Ah, you mean you’re always coming out to swim—”

“No...” The water splashed behind him and I leaned to the side, the dark red color coming into focus, “I’m a merman.” I got up to my feet, traipsing into the water, the iciness making me hiss, but I needed to make sure he wasn’t playing around with me, I needed to see if he was telling the truth.

“I thought mermaids and mermen were just old sailors tales, not real life...?” I questioned as he turned over, sitting on the ocean floor, his waist submerged under the water.

“We stay hidden for our safety.” He lifted his tail, the deep red iridescent scales glittering under the moonlight.

“What a shame, you’re a beautiful creature...” I ran my hand over his scales, his tail twitching at my touch. I flicked my eyes up to his face, his cheeks ruddied and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, “I’m sorry, I touched you without even asking,”

“No, no, that’s okay. I was just shocked you actually came out into the cold ocean to touch me.” He teased, his wet locks fell onto his forehead as he lifted his hand, “I haven’t introduced myself yet, I’m Hyunwoo, but you can call me Shownu.”

“Oh,” I took his hand into my own, shaking it, “I’m Y/N.”

“A beautiful name for someone like you.” My cheeks burned at his statement, his chestnut eyes stared into mine, his hand pulling me close, “Y/N...” My name bubbled from his lips, his voice hypnotizing me, “I’m sorry, but the sun is starting to come up, so I must take my leave.”

“Oh...” I turned towards the horizon, hints of pinks starting to tint the sky, “Has it really been that long?”

He grunted to my question, “Can I see you tomorrow night, well I should say tonight?”

“Of course you can, if you want to.” A smile spread over his lips, his teeth peeking through his lips.

“Lovely. Meet here at midnight?”

I nodded, biting my lip.

“I’ll see you tonight, Y/N.” Shownu swam out into the ocean, soon diving down and disappearing.

Day Three: 12:00 am

“You came, Y/N.” Shownu laid against the shore, just as he did the night before.

“Did you think I wouldn’t?”

Shownu pondered my question then shrugged, “I wasn’t sure, but I’m glad you did.”

“I actually came prepared this time, too.”

“What do you mean by that?” He asked as I pulled off my sweater, Shownu clearing his throat, “Y/N, what’re you doing?”

“Taking off my clothes, so I can get in the water in my bathing suit and keep my street clothes clean and dry.” I laughed, seeing his cheeks flush.

“I thought you were—”

“Oh, I know what you thought.” I teased, tossing my shorts with my sweater away from the shore and stepping into the water, taking a seat next to him. He cleared his throat once more, scooting closer to me, peering into my face.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“Has anyone ever told you that you have the prettiest eyes? Especially in the moonlight?”

I laughed a bit, nudging him, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re such a flirt?” Shownu let out a chuckle leaning into me, sighing comfortably, “I do have a question for you, Shownu.”

“And I have an answer for you... probably.”

“If staying hidden was to keep you safe, why did you show yourself to me?”

“Hmm... that’s a good question...” He flicked his tail up, sucking his teeth, “Since I was a child, I could always tell when someone needed something. May it be an ear or someone to lean on, I could just feel it in my bones and seeing you last night, I could tell something was wrong, but I didn’t need to ask since it’s none of my business...” He paused for a moment, his hand ghosting over my fingers, “I’m here for you, whatever you need, Y/N.” I looked at him, his eyes catching mine.

“Shownu...” I felt a blush start to prickle at my cheeks and I looked down at my lap, soon his warm wet fingers brushed strands of hair behind my ear, “Tomorrow is my last night here so, I wouldn’t get too attached to me.”

“I’m not going to worry about that right now. I’ll make the moments you spend with me memorable, to where you won’t forget me or want to leave me.”

“Not like I could forget meeting a merman.” I breathed, moving out into the water.

“Oh, would you like me to leave then?” He huffed, moving out into the water with me.

“No!” I exclaimed and Shownu snorted, trying to stifle a laugh, “Don’t be mean.” I splashed water at him and he chuckled.

“Oh, now it’s on.” He hissed, playfully pulling me to him, his fingers poking at my sides making me squirm and giggle under his touch. I struggled to get away from him, but his hands ceased their attack and held me close to him, his warmth spreading through my back.

“Is this where you kill me?” I joked, a laugh leaving him.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve already.” I rested my head against his chest, watching the moon ripple on the water.

“The more time I spend out here in the water, the more I feel myself wanting to stay. For a change of scenery, to get away from my home, away from the memories that linger in that town...” I ran my fingers over Shownu’s arm, his grip tightening.

“Then why don’t you stay?”

“There’s just things I have to return to... work, school... life in general. I rather spend my time here, with you, soaking up the moonlight and avoiding stress.”

“Stress? Why are you so stressed?”

“It’s a long story.”

“We’ve got three more hours until daylight, so we’ve got time.”

“Well...” I went into deep detail of my life for the past few months since my break up with my ex and about how I’ve been dealing with it. Every once in a while Shownu would ask a question and then fall silent again; once I finished my life story, Shownu rested his head in the nook of my neck.

“I wish you never had to go through that, Y/N... You’re such a sweet girl. If I were human, I would keep you by my side forever.” He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on my shoulder.

“You’re too kind, Shownu... We just met and I feel like I’ve known you for forever.” I relaxed into him, sighing a bit, noticing the break of daylight leaking out onto the water, “Time to go, Shownu...”

“Just a few more minutes, please.” Shownu tightened his grip on me, burying his face into my damp hair.

“Just a few, I don’t want you getting caught.” Shownu lifted his head, turning it in close to my cheek, his lips grazing against my skin.

“Alright.” Shownu held me close for a few more moments, short silent moments, before he let me go and placed a soft kiss against my cheek, “Midnight, my dear.”

“Deal.” I smiled, watching him dive down, and disappear.

Day Four: 12:00am

I sat down on the cold sand in jeans and a thick sweater, the sea salt breeze starting to get colder every night. I watched the water ripple, waiting for Shownu to appear. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I rested my head on them, my eyes getting heavy. I dug my phone from my pocket, looking at the clock that read 12:10.

Maybe he got caught up with something... He knows it’s our last night...

I hugged my legs, burying my face into my sweater to fight off the cold breeze, closing my eyes.

“Y/N...” A gentle voice called out, rousing me from my sleep. I pulled my head up for the bright sunlight to blind me.

It’s morning?

I rubbed my eyes, blinking them a few times before trying to focus on anything around me.

He didn’t show...

Warmth spread over the top of my head, causing me to look up, a shadow looming over me, “I’m sorry it took me so long, Y/N, but I’m here now...” Shownu’s voice met my ears and I smiled.

“That’s funny... you sound like—” The shadow crouched down, my eyes focusing on the voice’s face, Shownu’s features coming into focus.

“It is me, dork.” He whispered and I looked him up and down, no tail, but human legs covered by the blanket I brought out.

“Shownu?!” I squealed, jumping from the sand to face him, “H-How is this possible?” I studdered, trying to take in his body. He stood, a little wobbly on his feet.

“When my father passed, he knew I was not meant for the sea, he gave me an elixir saying that it could make one sprout legs to walk the earth. I thought it was all a joke so I didn’t mess with it, but then I met you and I needed to at least try to see if it was real... and now...” He chuckled, “I’m here, in front of you, naked...”

“Oh shit, Shownu, let’s get you inside.” I took his hand, tugging him up to the balcony, “When did you get here? How long did you let me sleep?” I walked up the stairs and then I pushed open the sliding door to be met by my mother’s and my sister’s stares.

“Y/N? Who is the naked—”

“No time to explain, mom. Anessa, do you still have some of your husbands old clothes that don’t fit him anymore?” They stared at me then skimmed over Shownu, him shyly lifting his hand, waving— them not moving, “Y’all!” I yelled, Anessa rushing to her room.

“Let me go draw a bath for him, you must be freezing, dear.” My mother looked over him once more before going to the bathroom. Sam just sat there, ogling him, her mouth slightly ajar.

“Sam, go do something with yourself...” I growled, pulling Shownu over to the bathroom, my mother sliding out to let us through. I closed the door behind us and I sighed leaning against the counter, “They’re going to be the death of me...”

“They seem nice.”

“They can be, until they see a gorgeous man walk through the door.” Shownu chuckled at my words, “Alright, merman, get into the bath.” He looked at me and then at the bathtub.

“The what?”

“The bath...” I pointed at the tub and he shrugged his shoulders, starting to get into the bathtub with the blanket wrapped around his waist, “Oh, hold on...” I took the blanket into my hands, closing my eyes, pulling it from his body.

“Can I not get that wet?”

“I mean you could, but the bath is to wash you.”

“Wash me?” I opened my eyes to be met with his confused gaze.

“Yes, wash you. Now sit.” He sat down at my words.

“It’s hot.”

“Yup, that’s how it’s supposed to be.” I took the cup that was on the side of the tub and dipped it into the water, then pouring it over his hair. I grabbed the bottle of shampoo and he cocked his head to the side.

“What’s that?”

“Shampoo, it’s to wash your hair.” I opened the cap and squirted the thick liquid into my hand and rubbed it into his hair, creating a thick lather, and then pouring the water through his hair once more to rise it out. I grabbed another bottle and handed it to him, “Okay so this is body wash, you take this...” I grabbed a washcloth from the rack over the toilet and handed it to him, “Soak that in the water and add some of the body wash to the cloth and clean your body. I’m going to go get the clothes from Anessa.”

“Mmm.” He nodded his head and I left the bathroom, Anessa, Sam, and my mother looking at me.

“What?”

“Who is that man?” Sam crossed her arms, huffing.

I laughed a little, “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, just think of him as my new companion... Anessa, those clothes?”

“Ah.” She handed me a stack of clothes and I smiled, “When we get home, I’ll send these back.”

“Just keep them. They’re too big for him anyway.”

“Thanks.” I turned back and walked into the bathroom to see Shownu standing outside of the tub, a towel wrapped around his waist, “Oh, you’re done?”

“I think so.”

“Well, c’mon, let’s go get you dressed.” I opened the door once again, starting to walk out when Shownu’s hand gripped onto the fabric of my sweater, following closely behind me.

Shownu sat on my bed, clothed in a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, his eyes roaming the bedroom. I dug in one of the dresser drawers, pulling out another towel and I walked over in front of him, “Your hair is still wet, you’re going to get a cold, goofy.” I gently rubbed his hair, drying the dripping ends, his hands wrapping around my waist.

“Is this what it would be like everyday with you?” He nuzzled his face into my chest, my cheeks burning at the feeling of his warmth radiating through my body.

“Shownu, why did you change?”

Not missing a beat, he spoke, “Because I found someone I couldn’t live in the water with, so I changed...” He gazed up at me, his unwavering chestnut eyes looking into my soul, “So I could be with you.”

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awfully-sadistic · 6 years ago

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Languages.

Because I don’t feel like writing a prompt today doesn’t mean I shouldn’t try writing at all. I actually thought of this as I fell asleep. I’m just... relieved I remembered. Going to switch up my On The Spot tags so I’m not spoiling who the fuck I’m writing for, that’s why they’re under the tag in the first place.

“What are you doing, Sergei?” Dot laughed, amused. “I know you’re not an entire mute.”

Sergei Dragunov’s hands moved; she knew them to be rough and callous at the fingertips. They were large enough to cup her entire face in the palm of his hand, but surprisingly warm sometimes. That must be because he always had them in his gloves. He was signing to her and for some reason, refusing to talk. Their mind link was always an option but there was a deliberate reason he was doing what he was doing.

“What’s he saying?” There was no mistaking the annoyance in Bennett’s tone as he lowered his head and nearly growled in Dot’s ear. Bennett Graves was a very big person in everything, it seemed. Personality, height, build, and attitude. He clearly did not like the fact he was kept out of the loop by Sergei’s swift signing. He didn’t know sign language!

The three of them sat together this morning; Bennett was always attached to Dot in some way as the overprotective father and Daddy to three pups and His very special little girl. And since the pups, he’s only seemed to have gotten worse in terms of his jealousies and possessiveness. The youngest of two elder brothers, the one of which is his very own twin, he was the baby. He was used to getting away with a lot because Aiden never really pulled his ass in line when they were younger and why shouldn’t he had? There was no real reason to curb the destructive path all three brothers were bound. At least, not until a few years ago. Now Bennett found it hard to be his “normal” self breaking old and hurtful habits to trade them in for gentler hands, kinder words because he wanted to know how to be with Dot without seriously hurting her in any way. He was getting used to the fact that he’s not the center of everything. Dot was. But that was more than okay with him and Bennett was content to tell every-fucking-body who listened the same thing. She and the pups were his whole world and he stubbornly, protectively, and possessively held on to his whole world with both hands.

“Tell him it’s none of his business.”

Dot laughed again. “He says it’s none of your business.”

Bennett’s golden gaze snapped to cold, uncaring blue ones. “Why the fuck can’t he tell me that himself?”

“Yeah, why can’t you, Sergei?” Dot grinned.

Sergei’s hands paused and Dot thought she imagined his expression getting harder. If that were anymore possible. Finally, he signed, “It’s a conversation between you and I.”

“Well, that’s true.” Dot admitted.

“...What did he say?” Bennett repeated, moments away from spitting the next thing through his razor sharp teeth.

“He said it’s a--” Sergei signed again and the movement caught out of the corner of her eye.

“Don’t tell him a thing.”

“I don’t know how you managed to make that sound demanding through your hands...” Dot muttered before looking hopelessly at Bennett. “Sorry, Daddy. But i can’t tell You anything.”

“That’s bullshit!” Bennett shouted, nearly jostling Dot as he stood to his feet. Bennett was always a step away from a aggressive punch in the face and it looked like Sergei was managing to hit all the right buttons -- all without saying a word.

Somewhat.

“Perhaps he should have picked up the habit of signing. Didn’t he say he was going to learn?”

“...Yeah,” Dot said, turning from Sergei’s hands to Bennett again. “Didn’t You say You were going to learn how to sign from Lu?”

Bennett blinked and almost immediately, the flame was snuffed out as the subject caused him to think for a moment. He sat down as he asked, “Lu? Yeah. I could have asked him. But then he said somethin’ stupid and I got mad. So, we don’t like Lu right now and I’m definitely not learnin’ anything from him.”

While Dot would agree that her brothers were stupid, Bennett was more likely to get pissed off by something Luvon said that happened to be an observation he pointed out and it wouldn’t entirely be off the mark. But she didn’t say anything after that, she only reached over and gave her Daddy a comforting pat on the knee. However, Sergei was a lot more open to the idea.

“I like Luvon.”

Dot laughed. “Yeah, well, you would.”

“He would, what?” Bennett asked, a little prickly.

“He said he liked Lu.”

Bennett snorted, “babygirl is right. You fuckin’ would.”

“I like Benedict, too.”

“Aww,” Dot sighed, placing her hands over her heart, happy to hear about Benedict in any capacity. But then she paused as she thought over that group of selective men. “Yeah. I bet the three of you get along really well.”

“I don’t need to know sign language to know his ass lumped Bene in there, too, huh?”

“Wow, Daddy, you really didn’t!”

“He’s not as dumb as he looks.”

Dot hadn’t meant to laugh. It was just such a blunt statement and it had taken her off-guard.

“...What?” Bennett asked.

“N-Nothing, Daddy. He asked how Benedict was doing.”

“That is not what I asked, little fibbing girl.”

Dot ignored that particular phrased sign. Bennett was already talking which spared her from looking Sergei in the face to see the matching expression.

“How should I know? The three of y’all hang out so much, it’s annoyin’. Shouldn’t you feel him in your dick or something?”

“I take back what I said about him not being as dumb as he looks.”

Dot breathed in deeply through her nose. “No, Daddy, that’s You and Cavon.”

“...Is that what he said?”

“That’s what i’m saying!”

“Oh. Then you’d be right.”

“We exchange messages through our phones like normal people.”

Dot laughed again and Bennett immediately looked suspicious.

“I really don’t like that I can’t fuckin’ understand him.”

“He just said they exchange texts. Like normal people.”

Bennett’s closed fist came down upon the coffee table in front of them. “THAT JUST MAKES ME AND BRO-BRO SPECIAL. SUCK THAT, YA DEAD LOOKIN’ BASTARD!”

“Daddy, that’s not very nice...” Dot scolded gently, turning to look over at Sergei. He wasn’t signing anymore. But his face certainly didn’t look too bothered. He was regarding Bennett the exact way Benedict or Luvon would -- almost with boredom and he’d let Bennett throw his fit, to let him do all the work of making himself look ridiculous, and getting mad all by himself.

And Bennett caught on.

“GODDAMN IT, THEY DO GET ALONG STUPIDLY WELL!” He threw his hands up, standing. Not as a means to throw a punch at Sergei but he was starting to walk out.

“Where are you going?!” Dot laughed.

“I’M NOT TAKING LESSONS FROM LUVON!” Bennett huffed and growled over his shoulder, “I’M GOING TO FIND YOUR GODDAMN APES AND HAVE THEM TEACH ME!”

“Makes sense he would understand an ape better than any of us.”

“DON’T TELL ME WHAT HE SAID!” Bennett shouted, noting that Sergei had been signing again. He paused before he reached the door, pointing at the both of them. “I’m going to learn my own damn self and then kick his ass for talking shit! BECAUSE I KNOW HE’S TALKIN’ SHIT!”

Dot was laughing into her hands, trying her best to compose herself but the image of Bennett sitting in the middle of all that misty jungle, shirt off, trying to learn sign language with the giant apes was something that kept popping in her head. “Daddy, please, come back.”

“I’M ON A MISSION, BABYGIRL!” Bennett shouted, shutting the door behind him. “I”LL COME BACK WHEN I’M READY!” came his muffled reply before his stomping boots faded down the hall.

“I could have taught you myself!” Dot shouted but Bennett was out of earshot and she knew this because his ass would have come running back, sounding like a rhino. Finally settled back in her seat, she turned to Sergei with a hand lifted towards the door. “Look at what you did.”

Sergei turned her face her again from that uninterested gaze he had kept on Bennett to a softened expression only reserved for Dot. The corner of his scarred lip was faintly tugged upwards in a ghost of a smirk. He didn’t say anything after that but the look on his face said it for him.

He was entirely proud of running Bennett away to spend the rest of this quiet time with Dot where he can finally put his hands to good use on something, no, someone else.

And Dot realized this way too late as he scooped her up.

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that-terrible-writer · 7 years ago

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You Never Know

I literally had to go to my phone’s hotspot just to get this gif. I like that I also promised more writing but a friend came up from Osaka to see me and we went to get some of the new GU Sailor Moon collection. So, I am terribly sorry that you have this sad piece and not more Steve in your life.

Also, thank you again for the messages. Still, mean everything to me!

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Requested: ‘so here's the thing: i was just looking for gifs and stuff of my babe steve and i found "you never know" AND i just loved so much??? i didnt see that coming omg i'm suffering for steve, the reader and i wanna punch billy aaaa if i can ask, can you add me to your tag list? i just dont wanna miss the next chapter and sorry if i said something wrong my english is not the best but i try. also you're an amazing writer ;)’

‘I’m so happy I came across your account. You write for the stranger things characters so well! I feel like those are situations and things that the characters would actually say!! Keep up the great work!!!’

‘You Never Know is absolutely wonderful. <3 <3 I've been in bed with the flu for a few weeks and its been great to read.’

‘you never know is fucking amazing you could drag it on for fifty chapters and I’d read all of it’

"This is the other girl?" Nancy had asked while the both of you stared at the wall. The four of you chose to skip the rest of the day, to retrieve back into the Wheeler's basement to discuss further about Eight or rather: Kal. Steve thought it would be better to talk about it without Mike and the rest of the Scooby Doo gang around to dispute on what to do. Nancy bit her thumb, tapping her foot as she grew worried, "Is she―" Nancy turned to look at you but her eyes would dart back to look at the clippings, "Is she like Eleven?"

"Kind of. She has a different power apparently." You answered, looking back at Nancy but your eyes wondered a little to look at Steve while he talked to Jonathan. "She can mess with people's minds and make them see what's not there." You pointed to Eleven's drawing of Kal and her apparent group of misfits, "She has a gang, where they have been going around killing those who worked for Hawkin's."

"Is she going to come here?" Nancy asked, "Can she find people? Channel them?"

You shook your head, "No. She used Eleven to locate one guy. That's when Eleven left Kal to come back here." You pressed your lips together, crossing your arms, "Mike wants to find her―"

"No way!" Nancy yelled, surprising you. You held one hand up to stop her instantly.

"If you let me finish," You sassed her. You waved your hand for her to see you motioned to Steve, "Steve and I shut that idea down real quick. Once we learned what she has done, we weren't going to let them pursue it or even go near her." You explained, trying to give her some piece of mind. Nancy gave you a small pout but that changed to a sigh of relief. Her eyes flickered to yours, having a hint of curiosity to them.

"Speaking of you and Steve," She trailed off, having a small smile appear, deciding that now was the best time to be mischievous to you. You walked up close to her, pointing your finger at her chest.

"Nancy, shut up." You harshly whispered. Your heart began to race with just the mention of Steve's name, shutting your eyes to calm yourself down; you had to finally admit that your little crush on Steve was growing more into a problem. Nancy grabbed your hand, pulling it down to your side.

"Relax, you can like him." She assured you. You shook your head a little, taken back from her statement, "I'm perfectly fine if you two date."

"No, no, no." You said rather quickly, "There's nothing between the two of us." You explained.

"That's not what it looked like at school." Nancy couldn't help but smile bigger, "Steve was very worked up about Billy."

"That's what friends do." You mumbled, narrowing your eyes at Nancy, "Unlike you just standing there."

"Hey, Billy's a scary person," Nancy said in defense. You ran your hands through your hair, pacing―circling―in place. You bit your bottom lip, you covered your mouth with your hands: shaking your head lightly. Your eyes soften, looking back towards Nancy.

"I have to go explain myself to him," You stated. You went over to the sofa, grabbing your backpack. Steve had looked over after picking up what you just said. He was baffled at the words that had come right out of your mouth. He felt his anger build up just thinking about what Billy had done to you. Before you reached for the doorknob, Steve had grabbed your wrist: just like this morning.

"You can't be for real, Y/N," He doubted but when you remained silent, it gave him the answer that he didn't want to hear. Steve took a deep breath, still holding onto to you, "What he did to you at school, there's no reason to say sorry when it wasn't your fault!" Steve yelled. You furrowed your brows together, a little pissed at Steve.

"I didn't ask for your help, Steve!" You barked back, trying to rip your wrist away from him; trying to take control of this, now, argument.

"Because you were doing such a swell job handling it?" Steve eagerly snapped back, lightly pulling you closer to him. You glared at him, not standing down from his harsh words, seeing either a passion of anger from him or some other kind of emotion. It was getting more and more difficult trying to figure him out.

"Well, how would you feel if the girl you liked wore another guy's sweater?" You shouted back.

"I don't have that issue!" Steve yelled.

"Really?" You mumbled, a mocking smile coming across your face, "You would have no issue at all? That's a load of shit." A chuckle left after you spewed your last word.

"No," Steve's grip got loose, releasing you from his hold, "Because the girl I love is wearing my sweater!" His eyes turned immediately soft as he confessed those words to you. He realized what he had said and there was no going back. He didn't regret it. He wanted to say those words to you and it had felt that a ton of bricks had left him; making him feel as light as ever, floating on a cloud. You felt your eyes widening, the heat rushing to your cheeks as your mouth began to hang open. Steve couldn't stop staring at you, rubbing his mouth with his hand while the other rested on his hip. "Say something," He weakly got out, "Please."

"Come on, my parents aren't home." You heard a faint voice: Mike's voice. You, Jonathan, and Nancy looked up to the basement door. The door opening revealing Mike and his gang at the top of it. Mike locked eyes with his sister, "Why aren't you at school?" He questioned.

"Why aren't you?" Nancy asked, crossing her arm, glaring at her younger brother. Mike rushed downstairs, pointing at the wall.

"We were going to talk about Eight." He explained, only to have his sister shake her head: rejecting his idea. "This is none of your business anyway!" Mike turned his attention to look at both you and Steve. Mike pointed his finger, shaking it at you then at Steve, "You told her!"

You glanced over at Steve to see that he never drew his attention away from you. Both his hands rested on his hips, pressing his lips together, refusing to say anything. He was interrupted at the worst time. Telling you how he felt, wanting to hear you saying the same thing back to him but that is what he worried; that he was dreaming this entire scenario. Giving himself too much hope and that he would be crush to see you running back to Billy. You looked back at Mike, putting both your hands up, "She had the right to know." You calmly said.

"No, she didn't!" Mike lightly shoved you. It caused Steve to move from his spot, he stepped in between the two of you, pushing Mike away from you.

"Cool it, Wheeler!" Steve yelled. Steve looked over at the rest of the kids, puffing his chest out: taking charge, "If you want to go looking for Eight, you need more people to help you. If anything, we need to tell Cheif Hopper this." Steve layed out.

“We can take care of her on our own!” Lucas shouted.

“Yeah, that’s a ‘no’.” Steve rebuttled.

"No!" Eleven quickly interjected. She looked scared, shaking her head, "He can't know." Her voice shook, she brought her hands up clutching to her chest as she grew worried, being on the verge of tears.

"You're worried Eight will hurt Hopper." Jonathan figured out. Eleven nodded her head, shutting her eyes as she tried to draw away from that thought. "El, we need to warn him about Eight. She's a dangerous person."

"He's right," Nancy agreed, walking over to Eleven. Nancy rested her hands on El's arms, giving them a rub as she smiled to El, "Hopper is a strong man. He has fought off demodogs and the upside down; he can handle Eight."

Dustin looked over at Steve, narrowing his eyes at the senior, "What's with you two?" He asked, his voice hinted with curiosity. He noticed how close Steve had gotten towards you and you had noticed it. You immediately took a few steps back away from Steve which caused him to turn to look at you. His eyes changed from the softness to a hint of pain that you would react that way.

"I―I should head home." You stuttered, trying to shake the feeling of nervousness away.

"I'll drive you," Steve offered. His voice perked up making your heart to go back to that unrealistic rate. Your mind was filled with just thoughts about Steve, nothing couldn't be clearer that you just needed to go with him.

"Dustin!" Your mouth had another idea though. You turned to look at Dustin, who looked at you bewildered. "Time to go!" The moment you said that you shut your eyes, annoyed that your mind just couldn't stop thinking differently than your heart.

"What―" Dustin let out but you added another.

"Let's go!" You yelled. You caused Dustin to stir around a bit in fear with your tone, rushing out the door to head to Steve's car. You readjusted your bag over your shoulder, looking at Nancy, "I'll call you later to talk about," You quickly took a chance to look at Steve but it was foiled when you saw that he was already looking at you, confused by your recent actions, "Our Halloween costumes." You seemed pleased with the excuse you came up with, giving yourself a small smile.

"Yeah, totally." Nancy smiled back at you, already putting every piece of the puzzle together like the Nancy Drew that she was.

You walked out of the Wheeler's basement to head to Steve's car as you saw Dustin peek out of the door. You had stopped walking, giving yourself a deep breath to at least tell Steve an answer. When you turned, you were taken back at how close Steve had gotten to you. You placed your hand up, lightly having it shaking due to your nerves coming back. You felt the blush returning to your cheeks, your mouth getting dry, "Ste―Steve," You had to play it cool, you were trying your best to. You glanced up to see Steve looking down at you, smiling at you.

"Y/N," He cooly said. His eyes were filled with love which just made you more disoriented with your thoughts. The feeling that your stomach was giving you felt like you were just on a roller coaster, giving you those drops that felt scary but nice all at the same time.

"I―I," You tried to collect your words, your thoughts, together. Trying to think before you spoke, "I still have to talk to Billy." You confessed. Rather then Steve being upset hearing that coming from you, he had to ask you one thing. He wanted at least a hint that he had the best shot with you. That he didn't just risk everything he had with you.

"To end it?" He hoped.

"I don't know." You answered.

Steve never knew how powerful three words would be until he heard yours, causing his heart to stop in fear.

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