#my girlfriend and i went to see the barbie movie today

[silhouettecrow]

365 Days of Writing Prompts: Day 218

Adjective: Sweet

Noun: Haunt

Definitions for those who need/want them:

Sweet: having the pleasant taste characteristic of sugar or honey, or not salty, sour, or bitter; (of air, water, or food) fresh, pure, and untainted; smelling pleasant like flowers or perfume, or fragrant; pleasing in general, or delightful; highly satisfying or gratifying; (informal) used to express approval or admiration, or excellent; working, moving, or done smoothly or easily; (US) denoting music, especially jazz, played at a steady tempo without improvisation; (of a person or action) pleasant and kind or thoughtful; (especially of a person or animal) charming and endearing; (dated) (informal) infatuated or in love with; dear, or beloved; (archaic) used as a respectful form of address; used for emphasis in various phrases and exclamations; used to emphasize the unpredictable individuality of someone's actions

Haunt: a place frequented by a specified person or group of people; a ghost; a place or event involving a ghost or spirit haunting a person, location, or object

[naturesapphic]

Babysitting to official

Caregiver!billie eilish x fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression and fluff :)

Billie was heading over to her best friends y/n’s house so they could hang out some since she was done with her album. She had a spare key that you gave to her so she went up to the door and unlocked it. Heading inside she saw you on the floor rocking back and forth. To others they may think it was weird but Billie knows you, and this was you trying to deal with your emotions.

She went over to you and kneeled so she was at your level eye level. “Hey y/n/n…are you okay?” She asked softly and you looked up at her, not expecting her to be here this early. You didn’t say anything but shrug your shoulders at her. “What can I do?” She pleaded, you are her best friend and there’s nothing in this world that she wouldn’t do for you. Billie also has this massive crush on you as well so she really would do anything for you. You shook your head no then went silent for a moment then decided to tell your best friend about your age regression.

Billie was shocked but didn’t Judge you because that’s just not how she is. “Do you have anyone to take care of you?” She asked and you shook your head no which caused her to frown. “I see…well I could babysit you if you want! I can search up all about it so I know what I’m doing.” She chuckles and gives you a big smile. Your eyes widen and a big smile appeared on your face at what Billie just asked. You immediately nodded your head yes and jumped into her lap and hugged her tight. She laughed at how excited you were and hugged you just as tight.

And that’s how y’all’s relationship started. She was your babysitter anytime you wanted to regress and took great care of you. Overtime your feelings for each other started to grow but the both of you didn’t say anything, afraid that y’all would mess the relationship up, but Billie couldn’t contain it any longer and decided to tell you today and ask you to be her girlfriend and for her to be your official caregiver. She arrived at your house and went up to unlock your door, stepping inside. She heard the patter of your feet running along the floor and was almost knocked over as you jumped into her arms.

“Billie! Hwi hwi!” You exclaimed as you hugged her tight. She giggled and hugged you back, rubbing your back as she walked over to the couch, sitting down with you still attached to her. “Hi bubs. I wanted to ask and talk to you about something if that’s okay?” Billie asked and your face grew into a frown as you started to overthink. Billie noticed and quickly reassured you “hey it’s nothing bad bubs I promise.” She said and you let out a sigh of relief. “I’m not sure how to say this but…can I be your official caregiver and girlfriend? I’ve liked you for so long that I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you and that love grew when I started babysitting you…so what do you say little one?” Billie said nervously and your face broke out into a shit eating grin.

“Wes Wes! I wan chu to bes my mommy an my girlfriends! Ohs I sos happys!” You exclaimed happily and bounced happily in billies lap. Billie copied your smile and started leaving kisses all over your face which started to turn red as you started to blush. “I love you babygirl…” Billie said gently as she caresses your face softly. “I wuv chu mores mommy..” you said and nuzzled your face into her hand which made her giggle. “Now what do you want to do little one?” Billie asked you and you made a thinking face which Billie thought was absolutely adorable. “I wan movie!” You said and Billie smiled as she reached over to the coffee table and got the remote. “How about we watch some of your favorite Barbie movies. Does that sound good angel?” She asked and you squealed happily as you said yes over and over.

“Barbie it is then.” She chuckled and turned one of the many Barbie movies you loved. You rested your head on billies soft, plush chest and started to suck on your thumb. Billie took your thumb out of your mouth and placed your favorite paci in your mouth before you could whine. You suckled happily on it and started to doze off into your mommy’s arms.

A/n: I hope this is what you asked for @ chxniluv ! And I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :) also I can’t believe I saw Melanie martinez live a few days ago like WHAT

[stories444u]

with him (part 3/final part)

hello! i create stories to share with you all! i hope you enjoy it!

(requests are open!)

wc: 0.5k

tw: flipping someone off (i don’t know if it’s a trigger but here’s a warning just in case)

saturday rolled around quite fast and h/n said he’d pick you up. you had finished getting ready in your pink outfit and you heard your doorbell ring. it was who you expected, h/n. he looked annoyed at you. “hi h/n” you continued “what’s wrong?” 

“this” he said as he pointed to his outfit. it was pink just like you asked. 

“i’m surprised you actually wore pink” 

“i didn’t have a choice” 

“i have one more accessory” you continued “let me find it” you said going to your room. you found what you needed and went back to h/n. “i got us matching cowboy hats!” 

“of course it’s pink” he said 

“we have to match the theme h/n” you said putting a hat on him. he flipped you off “i know you love pink” 

“my favorite color” he said sarcastically 

you went to the movies and the worker had the AUDACITY to ask “what movie will you be seeing today?” 

“barbie please” you said. you received the tickets. 

once the movie was over you both began walking and you asked him “so how’d you like it?” he stayed quiet “was it better than you expected?” 

“maybe” 

“see? it was a good movie!” 

“i guess you could say that” 

“i know you loved it” 

“ok maybe it was a good movie” he said finally admitting it 

“i knew it!” 

you both decided to walk around the city just for fun.

“y/n i wanna tell you something” he said

“what is it?” 

“don’t let this ruin our friendship, please” 

“ok” 

“promise?” 

“promise” you stated 

“y/n, i really like you and i have for a long time and i wanna be more than friends with you”

“what?” you asked shocked “i’m the girl you like?” 

“yes” 

“are you sure?” 

“yes” you didn’t know how to process it. you were internally screaming with happiness but you didn’t let it show. 

“i like you too h/n..” he had a look of relief on his face and smiled 

“will you be my girlfriend?” 

“yes” you said putting your hands on his neck. he carefully put one of his arms around your waist and pushed your hair behind your ear. soon you felt his lips press against yours so delicately. you loved the feeling of his lips on yours. 

you were in class not paying attention dazing off in your own world thinking about your boyfriend even though he’s just a few seats away from you. he’s on your mind all of the time now. in fact, he’s the only thing on your mind. “ok class you may now work or talk quietly” you and h/n looked each other and went to your usual spot in the classroom. you sat in front of each other and talked quietly. you started to daydream once again but you didn’t realize you were just staring at him the whole time. 

“thinking about me darling?” 

“what? impossible” you said sarcastically. you were finally with him not just next to him but actually dating him. you loved being with him. it was a dream come true. 

[littlefreya]

Hello Freya🤍, I moved to anther county to study UNI and made a deal to live with a family (wife 32, husband 35, younger daughter 2 and older daughter 4) in their guest house, but last year the couple got divorced because she cheated on him with multiple men on their own house, it was a nasty divorce and even nastier fight for the girls custody, the dad James allowed me to keep the deal and live in the guess house, he’s always been very respectful and nice to me but I saw him being completely broken, crying his heart out and stopping immediately whenever someone saw him (I have to enter his house to be able to get to “my house”), a couple of months ago he told me he met a woman on a coffee shop and liked her but then got sad because she said she didn’t want children and he already has two who are his priority, they started dating anyways a few months ago and he changed completely, looking super happy and cheerful, whenever I helped him with his girls (sometimes I babysit for him when the babysitter can’t come and he has work) the oldest would tell me that his daddy was very happy, but he told me he was still very scared because even though his girlfriend knew he’s a dad she still didn’t want to have children, today I came home from school and while making my way to “my home” saw mr James asleep on the couch while the girlfriend with the girls, they looked so happy and giggly, Ruby (the oldest) got up, tool my hand and made me say hi to the girlfriend, she was so nice, already knew who I was and told me mr James had fallen asleep watching a Barbie movie the girls had asked to watch, they were on their third Barbie move when they got tired but she didn’t wanted to wake him up as he looked tired, I politely excused myself and went home, a couple of hours latter the girlfriend was at my door saying that she made dinner and was inviting me to eat with them, I was embarrassed to say yes but she said “come on, you are like family to James and the girls so I wanna know you, also I know how hard is to study abroad, it’s home made food!” And I couldn’t say no to that, the food was delicious but what got my attention is that they all looked so happy, she was a complete sweetheart with the girls that you would never guess she didn’t wanted kids, and mr James seemed so happy and relaxed I never saw him like this, never with his ex wife, I know I do think have a say in any of this as I only rent with them but seeing them so happy after such a sad experience and that much crying made my heart happy ❤️

Aww that’s very sweet. Glad they all found happiness in their lives 💜

[ausbutlerhq-musings]

therapy with laney #1 | austin self para

WHO: Austin Butler & Lainey Dowder (licensed therapist) WHEN: August 21th, 2023 WHERE: Austin's house SUMMARY: Austin has his first phone visit with his therapist. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Death, suicidal ideations, substance abuse, childhood abuse, mental health issues

Austin could feel his stomach flipping as he waited for the appropriate time and kept a watchful eye on his phone. He knew this was easier than going to see someone in person - and much quicker too, although he knew in the future he should probably bite the bullet and go see someone face to face. He was doing this alone though - no partner to hold his hand, no parent or sibling or even a friend to drive him. He sat in his office at home, with his phone and no one else. His thoughts faced and he'd already gotten queasy that morning, not knowing what to expect from the first step of many steps down a road that would hopefully make him feel better - that would help him to understand what he was so scared of and how to fix it.

Austin hit the answer button when the call came in from "Laney Dowder" a licensed therapist in the state of California. He'd found her at random, read her reviews and saw she had a cancellation and booked as soon as he could after his birthday ordeal. He heard the click of the other line and heard a gentle voice on the other end. "Hello, is this Austin?" she asked. "Hi, yeah that's me," he responded. Okay, first sentence down. He took a deep breath, very audible on the phone and nodded to himself. "Well, it's very nice to meet you. I'm Laney Dowder, a license therapist. I see that you found my profile online and chose to make an appointment with me. Thank you for trusting me. I can tell you a bit about myself." Laney went into detail about her life. She had a husband and some kids and a pet dog. She went over her educational background and shared with Austin what she liked to do in her spare time. Austin had to stop and think when she'd asked him the same questions. "Well, I'm Austin. I'm technically single but I do have a long term, long distance, low commitment, casual girlfriend," he decided to joke lightly. He received a genuine laugh from the woman on the phone. "A Barbie fan? My girls loved that movie!" she commented. He laughed, feeling a bit more comfortable. Okay, so she did the same things everyone else did that summer. "Thought I'd try to lighten the mood a bit," he said, biting his lip although she could not see it. She appreciated it and complimented him on his sense of humor in a professional way. "No pets right now. I graduated from high school and I've been an actor for about twenty years. I began doing background work in children's shows and now I've moved onto some movies and television shows, I try to keep myself as busy as possible." The two talked about what he enjoyed doing in his spare time and he could hear Laney jotting down notes as they spoke.

"Okay, so - we've made our small talk and we're getting to know each other. What brings you to me today?" she finally asked. "Um," he trailed off. "I have some problems. I have issues with avoidance, I have issues with feeling indifferent, I have anxiety that I can't really control," Austin listed off. "Okay - and would you say that you have episodes of panic? Panic attacks?" Austin bit his lip. "Yeah, definitely." She wrote more. "And how often would you say that you experience those, if you had to guess?" she asked. "A few times a week," he admitted truthfully. "Okay and let's focus on..childhood. Was it good, who did you grow up with?" Austin chewed on his lip as he thought back. "It was pretty good, I guess. Not super typical but both of my parents loved me. My sister, Ashley too. Ashley is five years older than me. My mom and dad got divorced when I was six," he explained. "Divorce can be quite traumatic for a child that age, were they on friendly terms while you were growing up?" Laney asked. "Yes. My mom was in an abusive marriage at one point and my dad took us back into his home. They ended up being like best friends more than anything, it was really nice for us growing up," Austin admitted. "You said your mom was in an abusive marriage? Was this physical?" she asked gently. "No, it was emotional and verbal." She jotted down more. "And was this man ever physically, mentally or verbally abusive to you or your sister?" she asked. Austin frozen a bit and shook his head slightly. "I - I don't really want to talk about that," he admitted. "Okay, no problem. We'll move along to the next question. How is your relationship with your sister and your parents now? How would you describe it?" Laney asked. Austin swallowed and took a deep breath. "My sister Ashley is - one of my best friends. I've been distant from her for some time but she is the most lovely, wonderful sister anyone could ever ask for. She is kind, compassionate, generous, loving - I couldn't ask for a better sister. My dad lives in Arizona now, I don't see him very often but when I do it's always positive. He keeps to himself and I do too, we're a lot alike in that way. And my mom passed in 2014," Austin revealed. "My condolences, I'm so very sorry to hear that," Laney said sympathetically. "May I ask how she passed?" Austin nodded to himself. "She was sick. Diagnosed late stage and - in a couple years it was over," he stated easily. "Oh, how terrible. I'm so sorry again. How was your relationship with her during her time on earth?" Laney asked gently. "Wonderful. My mom was my hero, my best friend. So wonderful, no amount of time would've been enough with her," he said, his voice getting quieter. He heard the pen jotting down more notes.

"Romantically? You said you have a complicated situation, is what I'm getting from your Ken reference?" Laney asked. Austin could hear her smile on the other end of the phone. "Yes - you could say that. I uh, dated this woman for about a decade. We broke up in 2019 and I've been pursuing her again for a couple of months," he explained. "May I ask what caused the initial breakup? Ten years is a long time to be together." Austin chewed on his lip again. "I ended up booking a big movie and I went method. Kind of became my character. My girlfriend didn't make the cut and I started to have inklings of developing feelings for my costar and couldn't ever cheat on my girlfriend," he explained. She hummed and made more notes. "I see. Okay and where does that leave you two now?" Austin shifted a bit in his seat. "That's a good question. Um, long story short I'm trying to get her to fall back in love with me. Because I want to marry her but she is scared," Austin explained apprehensively. "You want to marry her?" she asked softly. "Yes, I do. Badly. I want to marry her and have kids with her. I deeply regret my past choices and mistakes and have been trying to work hard to make it up for her. Being here today is a big part of that too," he admitted. "Okay - now to get a bit heavier here. Have you ever been suicidal or struggled with suicidal ideation?" Laney asked gently. "Ideation," Austin repeated. "Yeah, I've been there." She nodded. "Do you have a history of self harm?" she asked. "No," he answered simply. "Okay, what about substances? Drugs, alcohol, cigarettes?" she listed off. "I've never done drugs aside from marijuana. I drink, sometimes. I drink normally, socially, a little more than socially," he decided. "And yeah, I smoke," he confirmed. "What do you hope to get from therapy?" Laney asked. "I think..I'm hoping to learn what's wrong with me and maybe how to get a grip on my feelings better or more efficiently. I have a hard time dealing with big or difficult things and I tend to run away," Austin explained. "And what would you like to accomplish in our future sessions?" the therapist asked. "I would like to..learn how to cope with the symptoms that I have so I can be a better brother, boyfriendish person and friend to my loved ones," he confirmed.

Laney wrote some more and cleared her throat. "Excuse me. Okay, well - I think therapy could be very beneficial for you. We need to get to the root of some of these problems you are having and figure out some new ways to help you deal with your stress that maybe aren't quite as self-destructive to yourself and the relationships you hold with others," she explained. "Does that sound like a good goal to have for our future sessions?" Laney asked. Austin nodded, although she could not see him. "Yes, that sounds great." Laney clasped her hands. "Awesome, okay. Well would you like to come in the office in a couple weeks and then we can meet face to face and talk more about everything?" she asked. "That would be great, thanks." Laney closed her notes. "Okay, lovely. Well, thank you so much for speaking with me today. It was great meeting you and I look forward to our next session. Do you have any other questions for me?" the therapist asked. "I don't think so, but thank you for your time." Laney smiled. "Of course, thank you. Take care," she said. "Thanks, you too."

[what-if-nct]

hello hello hello today's reminder is HAPPY BIRTHDAY I LOVE YOU I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING THE BESTESTESTESTESTESTEST DAY EVER!!!!! 💓💓💕💕💕💕✨✨🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂🪩🪩🪩🪩

yuta's bmth cover was entirely for you, he was only worried you might have some problems if he also put happy birthday Joyce in the caption but I promise he was thinking of you the entire time

also it ended up not raining all day and I had a super nice day, so thank you for sparing me some birthday magic and I'm sending loads more birthday magic and I hope you have an absolutely incredible day and you feel every ounce of how loved and cherished and appreciated you are 💓💓💓

Hiiii!!! Thank you!! Yes, I will just believe it was Yuta's birthday gift to me. Yaaay! The birthday magic worked!! I'm so happy you got to have a good day and it wasn't raining all day. And I did have a great day! It was so much fun and I got to be with my best friend and her girlfriend and we went shopping and I got some yummy body sprays and I got miss dior mini bottle for my Sephora birthday gift. It smells so good and I have to force my self to not buy the full bottle and we got matching pajamas and my friends got me just the sweetest gifts like they just know me so well. And I loved the Barbie movie so much, I did cry a few times and I love Margot Robbie as Barbie even more than I already did and it was beautiful, I did however multiple times during the movie whisper "I think we all should just stab Ken" and America Fererra was wonderful. And ugh I just love it so much. I would've wanted a little more post existential crisis Barbie land. And my bestie and I were just in love with Sharon Rooney as a barbie just aweing and cooing. I can't wait to see it again. Again thank you so much and if you ever just need any extra magic I'm right here.

This is me and my best friend in front of the Barbie wall. And my out of state bestie sent me a Hyunjin standee that I put beside my mini me doll, she just has the exact skin tone as me and pink hair, she also got me the J sign. It's like a mix of the J's I already have and like she just understands me so well and I'm just so happy.

[lcnelyday]

seeing barbie pt 2

i went last week to see the barbie movie with my big brother and his wife. and it was a nightmare. the movie was brilliant, but i had a lot of sensory and comfort issues due to being in a packed theatre. so today my cousin jupiter and her girlfriend (who are the cutest thing on the planet by the way. like. kill me they are so adorable together) are going to go see the movie, early afternoon show, hardly any audience at all, and i am going to breath deep and stim and cry and eat my snacks and have a much better day than the last time i saw it. i am vvv excited. i am also chosing to not wear pink, but rather my vvv allan look instead.

[wherethehellisderrymaine]

August wrap up

music: tai verdes tranky funky - trueno i'm jst ken and push, from barbie's movie porcelana china - bandalos chinos do it like that - jonas brothers cupid sabrina carpenter classy 101 renee rapp

books: the summer i turner pretty 1 and 2 - did not like tengoku daimakyo the villa - did not like

events: not so good - holiday shock. I hate having to coma back yo mar.del plata. I am anxious here.

Tomorrow is his birthday . I bet he is not seeign her tifya because she covered him yesterdsy (maybe he is sad for not seeing her on his comeback day). I bet he reminded her of his birthday (what for??).

I'm overthinking and doubting again and I stress over every single thibg. I need to stat away for a while. Not this week bc its his party but next week i think i'm gonna come home. I want him to miss me and To think about what he really wants. I want to talk to him as well, un a mature way and SEE what he says. I want to feel safe and secure because when i do it's because I love him. I want her gone, i do, but i also want to be at peace. I want to not feel like this ever again. I want to be healthy and let my boyfriend have Friends. I AM not this monster.

12: celebrating his birthday. lovely day, full of love. a bit anxious but then it went away.

13: another talk, from my side, to let him know that i'm on my breaking point. i want him to be free, despite how bad i may feel. i'm feeling better and more secure, or at least working on convincing myself of that, because i know i'm a hair away from losing him.

these past half year has been hell for both of us and if i ant to keep being his girlfriend, something need to dramatically change. either my attitude or my relationship status.

brenda helped us to get my Almi her taylor ticket and i couldn't be more grateful. i also know she's not going through a good time and, even if it's a pill hard to swallow for me, i want to be the type of partner that lets her boyfriend have the friends he wants and help her.

i'm trying to use this event as a new way to re-invent the picture. i need this to work because i'm walking on broking glass and we don't have much longer to save our relationship.

democracy day -- i'm anxious

i'll make dinner for lucho today. let's see if it turns out good.

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23: me siento mucho más positiva. Estoy haciendo cosas que me cuestan pero que creo que van a ser positivas. Estoy enfrentando miedos y trabajando en ser mejor compañera en general. Estoy más presente en la vida de mis amogos, estoy hablando más con lucho, comparto más cosas con mi familia, abriéndome más en el trabajo. Voy de a poco porque no quiero abatatarme y arruinar todo.

Lo único que me queda es solucionar mi rutina de noche porque estoy teniendo muchas pesadillas o me despierto muchas veces y no descanso nada. Voy a probar leyendo libros físicos o escuchar sonidos de lluvia al acostarme.

27 : me siento mejor. sigo algo ansiosa desde ayer pero me siento más segura con lucho y eso me encanta. las cosas ya no me destruyen tanto como antes.

solo espero que pueda comunicarme lo que siente y quiere, ahora y siempre.

30: bueno, siempre fallo. Lucho me dijo que estoy distante y rara. Hoy vamos a hablar y megista que podamos hacerlo pero nunca alcanzo a hacer las cosas bien. Realmente creo que está Mos bien, que yo estoy mejor pero deosies me como de lleno que no y eso me desestabiliza.

Voy a calmarme y a no ponerme a la defensiva. Ahora estoy ansisoa y preocupada pero también quiero poder respaldarme en que estoy mejor y que doy lo mejor de mí. Espero que sea suficiente :(

hblamos y garchamos. creoq ue eso nos hace alejarnos, el no tener contacto fisico.

31: sigo padeciendo las noches. durante el dia estoy bien y me siento feliz, pero me duermo y las pesadillas me consumen. todas sobre lo mismo y son super reales.

tengo ganas de llorar todas las noches, no logro descansar, me despierto angustiada yme cansa tener que luchar tanto para poder arrancar bien el dia y seguirlo bien.

ya estoy tomandole miedo al quedarme dormida. que alguien me mate.

mañana tengo terapia y voy a tener uqe hablar de esto. no quiero. no quiero aceptar que soy debil, que tengo miedo, que mesiento insegura, que no puedo controlar mi mente. no quiero aceptar que me odi por no poder ser feliz y ya, sin tener que sobrepenar todo o tener miedo de arriesgarme.

encima de todo lo mental, me resfire y me siento fisicamente para el ogt. great.

[moodywyrm]

there’s something about ikea!!! i hate getting my hands dirty but as soon as i see an ikea box i’m like. i need to build that asap 🧍 and that’s so real 😭 the only reason i got it done in one night was because my gf was helping

i said i wouldn’t jump to conclusions but. i’m in shambles right now!!! now i’m not completely jumping to conclusions but when she was cooking lunch her phone rang and she told me to answer it and it was a jewelry store and they said her order was ready but i didn’t hear the rest bc she took the phone from me but now i’m so ……….

that’s good!!! and doggiessss :(( lil babies :( oh no!! omg come to my city we have a billion of them and they’re all so good :(

i’ve always been a christmas girlie, not just because of presents but it’s all so pretty and twinkly and i love the music and movies and baking and it’s during winter and !!!! i know!! ugh the meanie friends :( one of them apologized for not including me in the barbie movie plans but that’s all i’ve really talked to them </3 but idrc at this point because i have a cat and a girlfriend and my best friends .

i’m glad you had a good day :o and yay!! an extra long walk!! and lord you’re speeding through your books 😭 every time i see your profile the number goes down

my day was good!! except for the phone call . i got some cleaning and reorganizing done! and i just went to the gym!! i’ve been in such a weird place lately so i’m trying to get back on my feet before our vacation :( and my gf is out with her friends tonight so i’ll be home alone for a lil while,, gonna do some much needed self care 😎

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ikea is magical im convinced!! and no fr, you need at least four hands on deck to finish an ikea project in one night. or! maybe you're just very skilled, have you considered that 👀

I am no longer jumping to conclusions, I am calmly strolling over bc omg!! it feels pretty much definite like!! a jewelry store and a mysterious phone call!! ahh!!!

the doggies!! they're so sweet but they're stinky, I need to give them both baths rip, and we have like two I actually like? but they're kinda expensive :(

that's so fair!!! I like winter and the vibes but not distinctly christmas? idk why, the actual holiday always kinda stresses me out :( no more of the meanie friends!! good, you deserve so much better!! like your gf and your cat and your loving besties!!

yeah!! it was a nice walk except she barked at a man that was a bit too close to the sidewalk while he was in his yard, and I didn't see him until she barked 😭 scared the shit out of him😭 and ahh!! it's mostly because of audiobooks!! I finished the audiobook for Percy Jackson's Greek Gods today, and then started the audiobook for Dracula! I've been in a big reading mood, but physically reading has been kinda hard :(

a good day!! we can just hope it was a very good phone call <3 cleaning and reorganizing!! very very nice very satisfying <3 It sucks that you've been kinda out of it, but I hope all your efforts work!! sometimes it helps to pamper yourself and reset! a self care night is always good <3 im already planning my like major self care night before classes <3

[lemonylioness]

Possessive Itachi x reader age gap?!?

So I'm not sure how much of an age gap is feasible since Itachi is on the younger side in canon and my reader is never a minor as we are all consenting adults here. I also tend to be on the vague side on how old exactly the reader is to have it be as flexible and immersive as possible so I'm going to write this and see if I get it to come across a little younger on the reader's side, however keep in mind that they are still of consenting age and not a minor. Not that this one ended being up spicy, but I thought this would be good to say just in general. Please let me know if you'd like a part two since this one stayed SFW!

Content Warnings: Not much this time around, just a guy being creepy to a reader who can't get away and some general PG violence.

“Is there anything else I can help you with today?” You asked the person in front of you who you had been helping for the last fifteen minutes, beaming with your best customer service smile. They waved you away with a small smile of their own and a quiet thank you, letting you get back to your work.

You had barely turned around to head off when a man stepped up to you, “I could use some help, sweetheart.”

The smile froze on your face, “Sure… What can I help you with today?” He didn’t seem to notice how much you had tensed, instead he was encouraged by your job-required niceness as he leaned back against the aisle shelving with his arm propped up on a shelf as he posed and preened while you watched uncomfortably.

“Well, I can’t seem to find the aisle where I would get a date with a pretty girl, think you can point me in the right direction?” He smirked as he waited for your reaction.

“Dates are in the produce aisle and we don’t sell pretty girls here, sir, unless you’d like to check the toy section for a Barbie,” you deadpanned, your smile still glued in place. You got to watch the rare treat of a creep’s brain short-circuiting from your unexpected response. His face went from shock to understanding to anger in 2.6 seconds as he realized his pick up line had not worked.

“Uh, thanks, but, um, I- uh,” he tripped over his own tongue as he reigned in his frustration and tried again, “How about movies? There’s this great one playing tonight and I hate going alone…”

Finally, your smile dropped as you opened your mouth to reject him yet again when you were stopped by a familiar arm wrapping around your waist, the slender but strong hand tipped with neat black painted nails coming to rest on your middle as warmth pressed against your back. “Is this man bothering you, my dear,” Itachi’s cool, deep voice sent a shiver down your spine as you quickly shook your head.

“No, he was just asking where something was in the store and answered him, we were already done with our conversation,” you tilted your head up to catch Itachi’s eye, but all of his attention was on the now angry looking man. And even though you had tried to give him another out, the creep continued to dig his own grave.

“Hey! Find your own girl, man! This one is mine!” He took a step forward trying to be intimidating.

Itachi didn't even react to the man as his other hand came up to push some of your hair back behind your ear so he could see more of your face as he asked, "Is your shift over? Are you ready to go home?" Before you had time to answer, the creep, red in the face and mad that he was being ignored, lunged forward to grab you, his fingers just grazing your sleeve. Suddenly, you were pushed to the side, out of his reach, and he dropped to his knees with a shout of pain, Itachi's pale hand twisting his arm and wrist into a position that threatened to pull the whole limb from its socket. Itachi's quiet and scary voice cut through the man's pained whimpers, "Unless you'd prefer I break your arm, I suggest you leave my girlfriend alone and never bother her again. I won't be so nice next time."

He then released the creep's arm, letting him scramble away at top speed as Itachi watched with dark eyes and his back to you. Sighing softly, relieved that the whole ordeal was now over with none the worse for wear, you reached out and closed your fingers around the bottom hem of his shirt, gently tugging to get his attention, "Thank you, Itachi... He wouldn't leave me alone."

"You're welcome, my dear," he turned to look at you, catching your outstretched hand in his own, "Let's get you home, I have a little lesson to teach you."

"Oh? Like self defense?" You looked up him in confusion as he smiled unexpectedly.

"No, you seem to need a little reminder of who you belong to. Don't think I didn't notice you trying to give him an out, not once but twice. I won't have you protecting other men, especially creeps that don't deserve it," his fingers tightened around yours, starting to tug you out of the aisle to leave as you swallowed hard, a small shiver of anticipation rolling down your spine as you followed him out of the store.

[et-lesailes]

lockdown lust

pairing: johnny storm x reader

word count: 3270

summary: video chatting with your best friend johnny during quarantine turns a bit steamy.

themes: smut

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notes: man i wish my quarantine was going like this. graphic creds go to the @thewritingdoll​, also patreon saw this first! click here to join :)

You’re laying on your side on your bed, dressed in a simple tank top and shorts with your sports bra just barely peeking out from either side of your shirt, clicking through YouTube video after YouTube video on your laptop. Ever since being unemployed thanks to the pandemic, each day is the same as the previous. Wake up, eat breakfast, watch TV, play some video games, eat lunch, read, try and teach yourself a new language, sit outside on the deck for a bit, eat dinner… you’re slowly going crazy not having anything productive to do, but it at least helps being able to chat with your friends via FaceTime and Zoom. It’s rather depressing being alone and stuck at home, but one of your best friends in particular manages to help quite a lot. Even though Johnny’s going just as crazy as you are, he’s still his fun loving, goofy, and energetic self, and it’s safe to say he knows how to cheer you up whenever you’re feeling the quarantine blues.

A notification pops up on your screen indicating that he’s video calling you, and you gladly answer. “Hey there, gorgeous.” He greets you in his typical flirtatious fashion- as usual, he’s shirtless (you’re assuming also only in underwear) and lounging back in his bed with a beer in one hand. “Fuck, I’m so bored. What are you up to?” You laugh softly, sighing as you look at the YouTube videos on the side of your screen. “Literally nothing. Honestly considering just going to sleep because I have nothing else to do.” 

“You know what I miss?” he suddenly speaks up rather than responding to you, taking a swig of his beer. “Sex. No, I miss even just touching a girl. Like even if it’s a fucking handshake. I’m starting to think I should have just picked a quarantine girlfriend so I could get some action.” You blink and laugh, shaking your head to yourself though you can’t help but admit you understand the feeling. “I’m not gonna lie, I definitely miss the feeling of having someone in the bed with me.” You don’t have a boyfriend, but you did sometimes have a fling every now and then. As Johnny said, though, it’s not just about sex. You simply miss the comforting, reassuring feeling of having a male’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you close to his body in his slumber. 

“Yeah? So have you been masturbating a lot?” he asks bluntly, and you laugh; you and Johnny are extremely close, and so questions like these never throw you off or make you uncomfortable. “Kind of, yeah, but I’m sure nowhere near as much as you.” You tease with a smirk, and he snickers in return. “Touche, darling. I can’t help it, okay? I have a high sex drive.” He suddenly arches a brow, lifting his drink up slightly. “Hello, why am I the only one drinking? Go get some alcohol, c’mon!” You roll your eyes fondly at his severe ADD, but nod your head. “Alright, alright, be right back.”

You return a few moments later with a glass of wine, settling into your previous position laying on your side and propped up on your elbow, sipping from your glass. “Happy now?” you ask, and he scoffs playfully. “Wine? What are you, forty?” You blink and laugh loudly, making a face. “Beer makes my stomach feel weird! It’s all… carby or whatever.” He hums thoughtfully before reaching out of the frame to pick up something- a bottle of liquor. “Okay, what about shots?”

You look at him in amusement and disbelief, but honestly, you actually feel a little sympathy for him. He just wants company; he’s an incredibly social guy who absolutely loves going out, clubbing, dancing, and meeting new people- of course he just wants a drinking buddy right now. “Alright, alright, I literally just settled down but I’ll get out of bed again just for you.” You wrinkle your nose at him and he cheers happily, pumping his fist in the air. “Hell yeah, that’s my girl! Hurry now before my buzz dies down.” You chuckle softly and get up again, setting your wine down and going back to the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of fruit flavored rum. It’s probably going to be a long night if Johnny’s this hyped up already, but you’re actually looking forward to it. You really do love talking to him, especially during this period of time.

An hour flies by without you even realizing it. You’ve been drinking with Johnny the whole time, laughing and chatting and joking around with each other as you usually do; there’s no one who can make you smile as much as he does. His enthusiasm and rowdiness is contagious- you’ve felt so groggy and lazy during these lockdown days, but he always knows how to snap you right back. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Johnny reaches over to grab another can of beer from the table and you catch even more of a view of his rippling abs. “Yeah?” you ask, wondering just how much you’ve drank to actually be checking Johnny out. You can acknowledge he’s an attractive guy, but he’s only been a friend to you all this time- for some reason, you never really entertained the thought of anything more. Perhaps because you’ve seen the way he is with women; not necessarily bad or toxic, but not exactly boyfriend material either. 

“Let’s play a game.” He suggests, giving you a little smirk. “How about Never Have I Ever?” You blink but smile, nodding your head. “Alright, sure. Wanna start?” He suddenly lifts a hand, shaking his head. “Uh uh uh, hold on. This version of the game has a catch.” He downs the rest of his beer before wiping his lips with the back of his hand, grinning at you mischievously. “For every single thing you have done, you have to take off an article of clothing.” 

“What? You know, like, everything I’ve done!” you argue in amusement, and he grins, wiggling his eyebrows. “And you know everything I’ve done. So? C’mon, it’ll be fun. But we can’t do stupid stuff, like “Never have I ever kissed a girl” or “watched hardcore porn”. It has to be more specific.”

You roll your eyes but find yourself agreeing. “Okay. Fine. Shouldn’t you, like, maybe put on clothes first though? You know, so you actually have something to take off?” He blinks and looks down at his half naked body before laughing loudly. “Oh yeah, good point!” You watch as he stands up, eyes directly met with his boxers as he goes to grab a shirt, pants, and even socks and a watch. “You are ridiculous,” you remark, taking a sip of your wine though giggling nonetheless. As always, he knows just how to make you laugh. 

“Alright, I’ll start.” Johnny gets himself comfortable again, dressed in a simple wifebeater and basketball shorts. “Never have I ever… gotten so drunk as a freshman at a college party that I ended up making my really handsome best friend carry me all the way back to my dorm.” You blink and laugh loudly making a face, whining playfully, “Johnny! God, you didn’t even go to school there, why were you there anyways?”

“To carry your ass back home. Now go on, get stripping.” You scoff but take off your tank top, revealing your patterned sports bra underneath. You see him staring and for some reason, you actually feel… excited. This has to be the alcohol, right? You clear your throat, tossing the top aside. “My turn. Never have I ever had sex with someone new five minutes after breaking up with my significant other.” You fire bluntly, the corner of your lips tugging upwards. He laughs, shaking his head to himself. “In my defense, we had only been dating for two weeks, and she went psycho on me. You remember! Right?”

“Just take off the shirt, Johnny.” You laugh, and he arches a brow, playfully retorting, “Wow, bossy. I like it, baby.” He lifts off the wifebeater revealing his abs once again, and you force yourself not to look at them- you know he’d make a comment otherwise. “If we’re going to bring sexcapades into this,” he murmurs thoughtfully, “never have I ever been caught hooking up in a movie theater.” You immediately blush, hiding your face. “Why did I ever tell you about that? It was barely hooking up, it was just making out! And you’ve done that several times at the movies, there’s no way you haven’t.”

“I have, but I’ve never been caught.” He winks and nods towards you. “So, the bra?” You roll your eyes and shake your head, shifting yourself so you’re sitting up on your knees to wiggle out of your shorts. You’re thankful you at least put on some cute underwear today, looking down at the sky blue material with little tiny icons of penguins on it. Johnny shamelessly looks too, chuckling softly. “Wow. Those are fucking precious.” He barely bites on his lip though as he keeps staring, and you feel yourself blushing deeper, quickly settling yourself back down again. 

It’s obvious where this game’s heading. Both of you know it. You don’t know if it’s because of the alcohol, or the fact that you’re just extremely sex deprived, but you’re completely fine with how this night will end. It’s just a fun little game. Nothing wrong with that.

“My turn.” You snap him out of whatever daydream is running through his head, raising an eyebrow. “Never have I ever dated a freaking supermodel.”

“Is that jealousy I hear in your voice, Y/N?” he teases, but easily kicks off his basketball shorts. “No. Also why aren’t you just taking off your socks and the watch first?” you ask, and he grins, shrugging playfully. “I’m perfectly fine with just chilling with my dick out wearing nothing but a few accessories. What’s wrong with that?” You shake your head to yourself, though you can’t help but find the thought hilarious. How this boy became so bold and confident, you have no idea, but you have to admit it’s even a bit inspirational at times.

“Okay,” Johnny begins, taking a drink of his beer. He looks more excited now, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Never have I ever had sex with a long term significant other.” You blink and make a soft incredulous noise. “You’ve never even had a long term significant other!”

“That’s right, baby girl! Which is it gonna be, the bra or the panties?” 

“Neither.” You smirk and bring your feet into view, wiggling your toes in the fuzzy socks you had been wearing. “I’m guessing someone here doesn’t have a foot fetish at least, because you didn’t even notice that I’m wearing socks.” Johnny groans in playful annoyance as you take them off, crossing his arms. “Fine, you got me there. Your turn.”

You have to pause for a second. Not to think of what you’re going to say- God, you know Johnny better than he does, you could write a book of all the bullshit he pulls. No, you have to pause because this is where things are going to start getting intense. You’re going to see your best friend naked, and he’s going to see you naked. Both of you are horny out of your minds. Both of you are intoxicated. Do you really want to go through with this? 

“Hello? You there?” he asks impatiently, in classic Johnny fashion. You swear the boy has the attention span of a turkey.

“Never have I ever had a wet dream about my best friend.” You suddenly speak, looking at him intently- he looks at you in surprise for a few moments, but before he can move, you’re suddenly the one slowly lifting your sports bra up and over your head, your breasts moving up with it before lightly bouncing down.

He’s completely speechless, his eyes on your chest as if he’s never seen boobs before, his facial expression getting more and more serious from shock. “Holy…” he finally mumbles, nibbling on his lip. You’ve never seen him look so hungry, so full of desire, and it’s only turning you on. There’s a certain thrill and adrenaline rush that comes with getting intimate with someone you’re “not supposed” to, and you’re definitely feeling that buzz right now. 

“Well?” you ask softly, tilting your head to one side. “I have. Have you?” You’re taking a big chance here, but considering what a sleazeball Johnny can be, you’re certain it’s had to have happened at least once. He looks at you for a few moments before slowly smirking, moving his hands down…

… only to take off his socks. Your expression is one of complete disbelief as you’re about to ask him if he’s actually serious, but then he goes to take off his watch. After that, he moves his hands to the hem of his boxers and pushes them down- his erection jumps up, tall and thick, and you can feel the heat in your core simply from looking at it. He lounges back against his headboard, completely nude, his chest visibly heaving slightly from excitement.

You clear your throat trying not to be too obvious about staring at it. “Why’d you… um… why did you take more than one thing off?”

He leans over and he’s out of the frame for a second. You hear the sound of hands rubbing together. Lotion. “Because I’ve had more than one wet dream.” He answers simply upon returning, keeping his eyes on you as he slowly wraps his hand around his cock. “Do you want to hear about one?” You widen your eyes, now only paying attention to this shaft at this point, watching him pump himself slowly. Fuck, you’re so turned on right now. “Yes,” you breathe out, starting to shift uncomfortably as you subconsciously rub your thighs together.

“In the dream you were dating that dumb ex of yours. I can’t even remember his fucking name anymore. The one I hated, you know who I’m talking about.” Johnny begins, eyes briefly roaming your body on his screen. “I came over one day and he was out somewhere. You were wearing this sexy ass lingerie, to surprise him when he got back. When I walked in, you just immediately jumped up on me without realizing it was me- when you did, you looked all shocked, but I just kept holding you in my arms.” He breathes heavier, starting to pump faster. “We start kissing. Making out. My tongue’s practically down your fucking throat, my hands squeezing your perfect ass, I bring you into the bedroom.”

Your cheeks feel flushed and your own breaths are becoming a little more uneven, completely focused on everything he’s saying. “Then what?” you whisper; you don’t even realize your hand is moving to your breast. He lets out a groan simply from watching you, continuing, “I push you down on your hands and knees on the bed and slap your ass so hard, it leaves a mark. I tell you that you belong to me now, and that I don’t care if your boyfriend has to watch us fuck for me to prove that.” He stares at you as you start massaging your breast, watching in awe as your fingers pinch your nipple ever-so-slightly. “Fuck, you like this, don’t you baby girl? After that, I finger fuck you over and over again, I make you cum so goddamn many times. You’re fucking screaming by the end of it, you’re still on your hands and knees like a good girl, your face is against the mattress and your perky little butt’s up in the air for me. You fucking love every second of it.” He grits his teeth slightly as he keeps pumping, eyes dark with lust. “Then you want to know what happens next?”

“Y-yes, yes Johnny, please,” you practically moan, now practically trying to squeeze your thighs together to relieve the frustration. “Then take off your panties,” he suddenly demands, and you instantly obey, wiggling them off your legs. “Sit up so I can see your pussy,” he growls huskily. You adjust the laptop so that it’s in front of you, sitting and leaning back with your legs spread so that your bare entrance is in view, resting yourself on your elbows breathlessly. “I’m so fucking wet, Johnny,” you whine, moving your hand down your torso and using your fingers to start rubbing yourself. “Please, please keep going…”

“God damn,” he groans deeply, the mere noise in itself making you shiver in pleasure. “After I have you cumming over and over again, I grab your hair and thrust inside you, holding your ass and smacking it whenever I fucking want.” You let out a moan as you push one finger inside, tilting your head back. “Your tight little pussy felt so fucking good around me, babe. I had my big dick poking out your goddamn belly from how hard and deep I fucked you. I was tugging your hair, choking you, spanking you, playing with those perfect tits- you made the perfect little fuckdoll, so obedient, so damn needy.” He smirks, hand moving up and down faster, staring at you play with yourself as he murmurs, “Just like how you are now, hm?”

“Fuck, Johnny,” you whine breathlessly, pushing another finger in and pumping even faster. “I need you right now, o-oh… oh my God. I need your big dick inside me right fucking now…”

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he groans just from hearing you, rolling his neck to one side and shutting his eyes, head tilted upwards. “Would you cum all over my dick, just like you did in my dream?” You gasp, nodding immediately, lips parted and cheeks pink. “Yes! Yes… fuck… I want you to cum inside me, too…” He grins wider, chest heaving as he watches you weakly, hand working his long length intensely. “I can definitely do that, baby girl… o-ooh fuck, I’m close… I’m going to fucking cum right now…!”

“Me too!” you cry out, leaning against the headboard and rubbing hard; it’s not long before Johnny gets a view of you releasing, and the sight is enough to set him off with a loud groan- you can’t help but stare at how much he cums, wishing you could be there to taste all of it. 

“God damn.” He slowly exhales, leaning back entirely. “That was… wow. I fucking needed that.” He barely straightens up to grab a tissue from his nightstand, cleaning his mess but glancing up at you breathing heavily. “And especially with you. You’re so hot, Y/N, I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I met you.” You widen your eyes surprised, trying to catch your breath as you stare at him. “What? Really…? I… I didn’t think you saw me like that, we were always just such… best friends.”

“Yeah. That’s why I didn’t do anything.” He admits, carelessly tossing the tissue aside, but you’re too shocked to even show any disgust. “You’re the only girl friend I’ve had. I didn’t want to treat you like everyone else. But fuck, it’s been hard.” He pauses and nods towards his length, “This has been too, every time I’m around you.”

Despite the otherwise serious conversation, you can’t help but laugh, even feeling somewhat flattered. You move to sit more comfortably, biting your lip. “Well then,” you mumble tilting your head, “maybe on the next video call I can tell you about my dream…”

[kay20032]

Hello again! ❤️ How would the ONF members react to their s/o sitting on their lap? It can be either fluffy or smutty, whatever you’d like uwu I hope you have a great day! 💕-💍

Aww that’s so cute!

Hyojin

Waiting for Hyojin to come back home was a little bit nerve wracking. He was gone for a long while, about two weeks, and you were excited to see him again. While stuck in thought you didn’t even hear the door unlock. Hyojin noticed you sitting on the couch staring at the TV. He smiled at your figure before clearing his throat, obviously catching your attention.

“Babe! You’re home!” You said with a big smile. Hyojin nodded and quickly sat down on the empty space beside you.

“Hi baby...” His voice gave away how tired he was from practicing. It pained you knowing that he was exhausted from practicing for a long while, but you knew how to make him feel better though. While he was talking about his time at the dorms with the members, you climbed onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck. He stopped talking for a minute, then hugged you as tight as he could.

“I missed you a lot baby.”

“I bet I missed you more though.”

He chuckled, “I seriously doubt that.”

E-Tion

Well... this isn’t exactly what you had in mind when you told your boyfriend you wanted to watch a movie together.

“Hey, what kind of movies do y’all wanna watch?”

“I swear to god MK if you say Barbie one more time-“

“Let’s watch Barbie.”

“No! Let me go Seungjoon! He asked for it!”

Chuckling at Minkyun and Hyojin’s little feud, you walked into the kitchen where Changyoon was finishing up the snacks. As he placed the pan with freshly baked cookies on the counter, he looked up and saw you admiring him.

“What’s up babe?”

“The usual, except Hyojin wants to fight Minkyun again.”

From a short distance you heard Seungjoon screaming. It definitely took a while to get Hyojin off of Minkyun, who was just laughing and having fun. But once everyone was settled, you decided to pick a classic. Grease. It certainly had everyone sitting down in their designated seats. But you had different plans.

Walking over to where your boyfriend was, you moved his hands that were occupying his lap and sat down. Changyoon’s eyes widened at the sudden action, moving to whisper into your ear.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing baby... just wanted to sit in my designated seat.”

He smiled before wrapping his arms around your waist. “You’re so adorable. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

“No I love you more.”

“No I-“

“Okay we get you two love each other. Couples these days...”

J-Us

“Oh, and then she had the audacity to say that I was the one hurting her! She started it!”

“Well at least you didn’t hit her.”

“I should’ve...”

Seungwoo chuckled at your response. You had a really bad day, and Seungjoon always let you rant to him. No matter how big or small the problem was. As long as you felt better afterwards, he didn’t mind. Sighing, you walked over to him and stood in front, hesitating a bit. Seungjoon stopped smiling and stared at you, slightly worried at how silent you became.

“Sweetheart, what’s wrong-“

Before he could finish, you quickly sat on his lap and started crying. He frowned before holding you tight, rubbing and patting your head while kissing your cheek every so often.

“I just don’t understand why she picks on me... we’re in college for crying out loud! We’re supposed to be adults!”

Seungjoon just kept his tight grip on you, telling you that everything will be okay in the end. “We also may have a little problem...”

You sniffed at moved back a little to face him, tears still running down your face. “Are you seriously hard right now?”

“Well... I kinda didn’t expect you to sit on me like this...”

“I’ll be done crying in five minutes.“

Wyatt

“Baby... why are you so far away...”

Wyatt moaned out in sadness, staring at you sitting in the chair across the couch. You looked up from your phone to see Wyatt not exactly sitting the way he usually does. His head was leaning against the backrest, his legs spread out, and he looked sad. “Well, what do you want me to do?”

He pouted, “I want you to sit with me.”

“Okay,” you said before standing up from your seat and walking over to him. You then placed your knees on both sides of his thighs, straddling him while wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your head on his shoulders. He tensed up a bit, then relaxed and held you close to him.

“I kinda meant beside me, but this is way better.” Wyatt said, smiling from ear to ear before moving his hands from your back to your ass, lightly gripping it.

“Jaeyoung...”

“Sorry, my hands slipped.”

MK

“Okay but... Suki and I were in the middle of fixing our relationship. I was gone for a little bit, she could’ve already moved on to a different person!”

You groaned at your boyfriend’s response. See, he was becoming more and more busy with his fellow stray cat friends rather than spending time with you, and it wasn’t at all very pleasant. “But Minkyun-“

“Suki didn’t receive enough water! She could’ve died of thirst... and her death will be on my hands!”

Pouting, you lightly shoved Minkyun down on the love seat behind him and straddled him. You also buried your head into the crook of his neck before speaking up. “Babe, I missed you a lot... and you’re spending most of the time you have left with your furry friends rather than your girlfriend. I’m feeling a bit jealous.”

Minkyun giggled at your confession while pulling your closer, smelling the floral scented body spray he bought for your birthday.

“If I had known you were gonna be jealous, I would’ve done this a long time ago.”

You moved to look up at him and glared. “Don’t push it.”

“Got it.”

U

Today was absolutely wonderful. The weather was nice, the people weren’t huge jerks, and the beach wasn’t that packed! It was the perfect time to spend it with your boyfriend and his friends. You hadn’t seen them in a good while, so you asked them if they could hang out with you. (With Yuto’s permission of course)

“Heads up!”

Seungjoon yelled as the volleyball he hit went a little off course, heading straight for you and Yuto.

“I’ll save you!”

Minkyun shouted dramatically as he ran for the ball, getting hit very hard in the back. He proceeded to fall down in a very theatrical like manner and stared up at the blue sky.

“So... this is what death feels like...”

Yuto just stared at Minkyun while he laid there, then looked back at you.

“So as I was saying-“

“Wow! Not even a “Thank you my brave hero!” After I sacrificed my body for you?”

“I’ll cook two meals with you tomorrow.”

“Alright have a nice evening.”

Minkyun said as he got up, dusting off whatever sand he could, and ran back to continue playing volleyball. You giggled at how quick Minkyun agreed, and placed your head on Yuto’s shoulders again.

“Ahh, this is the best day ever...”

“It would be even better if you were in my lap.”

“Bet.”

As quickly as that left your mouth, you were in his lap. Shifting around to get comfortable you accidentally brushed against his clothes area, causing him to let out a small moan. Of course that made you smile.

“Aww... is my baby boy feeling okay?”

“Please don’t tease me...”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be doing the real teasing when we get to bed.”

Hopefully this wasn’t too bad lol. I finished watching avatar with my little sister now, so I’m back with the full time writing again. I love y’all 😘

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

In Tatters: Four

“Welcome Back to Chainmail Crop tops, Today’s Table Top Adventure is brought to you by Skillshare-” Your voice is cheerful, and it reminds Bucky off the ad breaks for Radio dramas. He catches Steve’s eye and snorts. 

They’d practically begged to watch you record something. Usually, you worked in your apartment. In the second bedroom that served as studio space for most of the podcasts and youtube series, you did when you weren’t writing or editing for someone else. Currently, there were 6 people crowded around a card table in varying degrees of pajamas. You were, probably, the most comfortable in a sloth onesie that had little felt claws that flopped over your fingers. 

Steve and Bucky weren’t quite sure what they expected, but it certainly wasn’t this, and they were enjoying it immensely. Like they’d enjoyed everything else that had gone on around them in the last few weeks. You’d forced a friend to watch CATS the movie with you. You’d reviewed a classic film. You did part of a video series breaking down Marxist theory using, of all things, Barbie Movies. 

It was insanity. Utter insanity. But it was fun. 

You made people laugh. You made them laugh. And by the time taping wrapped on that podcast, their sides had hurt from laughing so hard. 

“Ugh,” you groan, flopping facefirst on the couch, cheek resting on your arm as an arm and a leg dangle off the cushions. 

“What’s the matter, doll?” Bucky asked, padding over and lifting the hood of your sloth outfit back so he could see your face. 

“My head hurts,” you tell him. 

Bucky frowned and kissed your temple, going to get a glass of water and some Tylenol. Headaches, Bucky had learned, were the shorthand you used for a lot off discomfort that made other people uncomfortable when you talked about it. Depression. Anxiety. Whatever another way, your brain could twist itself into knots. He didn’t doubt your head hurt. It was a small room, and things could get loud. But he doubted that was the only wrong thing. 

Steve tilted his head and watched you struggle to sit upright again to drink the water and take the pills Bucky handed you, ‘You hungry?” he asked, just generally. Bucky was always hungry. With you, it was hit or miss. When you shrug, and Bucky nods, he smiles a little, “I’ll order pizza,” he said, “Y/N looks too cozy to make her put on clothes.”

When you smile a little and lean against Bucky’s side, Steve feels his heart flutter. You don’t even flinch when his metal arm tightens gently around you and shifts you closer. And he knows it makes Bucky feel good when you don’t. He’d been worried about it, how you’d react when he took his gloves off. Or didn’t wear sleeves. But you hadn’t flinched, you’d laced your fingers through his the way you had before and kissed his cheek. 

“Definitely too cozy to go outside,” Bucky said, snuggling you closer, relishing the way you fussed at him for tickling you. 

Steve chuckled, and half turned, scrolling through his phone to find the app he used to order pizza. He liked apps. They meant he didn’t have to talk on the phone. At least not as much. And while he waited, he looked at the pictures that lined the shelf. One caught his eye. It was a group picture. You and a bunch of other people dressed for some sort of event. One that required matching purple t-shirts. A pretty girl was kissing your cheek, and it doesn’t escape his notice that she’s wearing a ring on the third finger of her left hand.

“Hey Y/N,” he said, picking it up and half turning, “What’s this from?”

You turn your head, and Steve watches several emotions flit across your face for a second. “Oh-” you say, taking a deep breath, “That’s from when I took my Fiance to California... We went to Disney for her birthday.”

“Fiance?” Bucky asked, not accusatory, just curious. 

“Yeah- Passion,” you answer. “I- yeah. That ended badly.” You don’t really know how to talk about that. Getting your diagnosis as Bipolar. The cheating. The lying when she said she was breaking up with you because you were ‘just too much’ while it was really because she already had a new girlfriend. You hadn’t handled it well. At all. 

“How badly?” Steve asked, sensing a story.

“Wound up in a psych ward for a couple days after I stopped taking my meds, badly,” you tell them, not looking at either one of them.

They both winced reflexively. Not in disapproval but at the tone of your voice. Like you’re waiting for them to be mad at you. Steve puts the picture back on the shelf carefully and comes to sit on your other side. They both want to ask. They want to know how things had gotten that bad. They knew about your medication. That you took it, and... thanks to google, more or less what it was for. They’d asked what you took. And looked it up. Not because they were judging you, bot out of concern for your safety, really. It was things they didn’t know were medications. 

“Sorry,” you murmur, wrapping your arms around your knees.

“What for?” Bucky laughed, “We got 100 years of history together... there’s no way we’ve told you everything. And it’s not like you could just casually bring up being hospitalized after a bad break up.” He kissed your head, and he and Steve wrap their arms around you gently. 

“It’s true,” Steve said, kissing your jaw, “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”

You sigh, “I just don’t know where to start.”

“Wherever you want,” Steve answered, “We’ll catch up. We’re old, not slow.”

You nod and tilt your head back to look up at the ceiling. “I guess it started when I had that first manic phase. Like. No impulse control. Straight lost my shit for a minute and wound up on the psych ward because Pash thought I was gonna kill myself or something.”

They stay close, listening and Bucky makes a soft sympathetic noise, “I didn’t know what was happening... Stuff had happened before but. Not like this. It was scary. And getting a diagnosis was kind of a relief... It told me that there really was something wrong. And that it could be managed. And it was fine. Until it wasn’t.”

You break off and take a deep breath, “Look. Long Story Short, Pash had been done with my shit for a while... and she was looking for an out. It didn’t take very long for her to find one. So she cheated on me for a while and waited until she could reasonably tell me “I just can’t handle this” and leave without looking like “the bad guy.” You know you’re leaving some details out. The fights and stuff. The people you’d caught her cheating with after your meds had tanked your sex drive for a little bit. The money she’d stolen from you and gaslighted you into believing you’d spent. They don’t need to know that. And you don’t really want to talk about it.

Steve and Bucky exchange looks over your head. Suddenly a lot of things made sense. They’d been letting you set the pace of the relationship. The number of dates, the amount of time they spent with you. How much intimacy there was. And they’d felt like you were holding back. Hesitating. They’d thought it was reticence about being a “unicorn” of sorts again. But the piece about your last relationship and being cheated on made things make a lot more sense. 

“Sweetheart,” Steve says softly, “I’m sorry.”

You shrug, “I mean. It’s been a year. She and this other girl are happy I guess. And that’s cool.”

“You deserve to be happy,” Bucky said, tilting your chin up carefully, “You believe that, don’t you?”

“Sometimes,” you answer, smiling a little, “Mostly when I’m with you two dorks.”

“Dorks?” Steve said, mock offended. “Who you callin’ a dork, ya nerd?”

You shrug, “I mean. I did film studies and art history in college... I basically majored in ‘nerd’. So... I’d say I’m a pretty good judge of dorks.”

“You’re running off at the mouth again, Darlin’,” Bucky rumbled, kissing down your neck softly. 

Steve smirks when your breath hitches and watches fondly. Bucky’s always had a gift for finding buttons to push and it’s honestly a joy for him to watch as he handily chases your train of thought out of your head. 

“Let us take care of you, huh?” Steve murmurs, kissing your temple. 

You whimper in need and Steve grins, reaching for the buttons on your jammies, “So snuggly, Buck. So soft and cute.”

“She is,” he agrees, leaving your neck alone and letting Steve pull you against his chest. “But I gotta say Stevie,” he teased, grinning when your face heats, “getting all three of us in her little bed is gonna be a trick.”

“We’ll make it work,” Steve said, kissing you slowly, “We gotta. Because we gotta show our girl a good time.”

“How good a time?” you ask breathlessly.

“Baby,” Bucky drawls, throwing you over his shoulder, chuckling when you yelp in surprise, “You’re gonna see stars.”

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[finleyjayne]

Break a Leg Chapter 3: Take Two

A/N: Thank you for waiting so long for this chapter. There were so many choices that had to be made as to where I wanted to take this. I decided (with the help of my best friend who is so done with this story that it’s not even funny) that this was the most honest option. Let me know what you think! Also all songs referenced are linked via their names/first reference if unnamed.

Series Summary: After your accident, everything in your life changed. Your shared dream of being on Broadway with your best friend, Amanda, was over. But just because YOU don’t think you want the same things in life doesn’t mean that your friend won’t see through you. Taking matters into her own hands, you end up at an audition you’re sure that you’ll fail since SHIELD Theater Company is known the world over for typecasting. And you don’t fit any of your typical actress types. Little do you know that the company’s new writer - nihilistic, pessimistic, and resident drunk; Bucky Barnes- is looking for someone out of their normal choices.

Series Warnings: Guys, this is based on my own experiences within the Acting community after gaining weight and height after an accident. There will be fat-shaming, mentions of eating disorders, unhealthy expectations, unhealthy coping mechanisms, also like bias based on looks.

Chapter 1 | Previous Chapter | Masterlist

Warnings for this chapter include but are not limited to: Swearing, Angst, eating disorder (if you squint), unrealistic audition process (because I can), PTSD dreams, Anxiety attack, Hurt/Comfort, dance injury descriptions, Amanda almost getting her face punched.

Word Count: 2,336

The familiar feel of gathered tulle whispered around your legs as you float across the stage. Your feet burn with the tiny movements that pushed you across the stage. The choreography was new, but you already knew it by heart. After all, you have been dreaming of playing this role ever since you had seen the show all those years ago. The steps sped, and as you approached the leap of faith, That leap would pull on the fly lines. You knew something was wrong. There was the slightest of whirrs from the top left pulley, pulling you up short.

"Why did you stop? You have the fly lines on, It's step, turn, turn, and leap." Your director yelled from the darkened house.

"There is something wrong with the left pulley." You say back. "It's making a funny noise."

"That's just the way of pulleys, Y/N. Let's run it from the top of the number, this time with the fly."

"I really don't think so," you mutter as you take your place in the side wings. Amanda meets you there. She hands you a water bottle, which you sip from as the interlude plays.

"You can do it. Trust yourself, Y/N."

"I trust myself just fine. The person I don't trust is the rigging guy who is currently snogging his girlfriend instead of paying attention to his job."

"It's going to be fine, Y/N." She says, rolling her eyes and pushing you towards the stage for your cue.

As the dance progresses, you stop focusing on the steps and just feel the movement. You really were the fairy: light, agile, and completely ethereal. You take the two turns perfectly and leap off the stage and into the audience. You feel yourself relax as you swing above the seats, being lifted higher until you were suspended in the center of the stage. You continued to dance, then something went wrong, there was a hard yank from that left pulley. It unbalanced you, pulling taut as the secondary line went slack. As more of your weight was given to it, a loud grinding and a high-pitched ping echoed over the sounds of the music as you fell to the stage floor. Before anyone can do anything, you fall.

Your jolt out of your sleep suddenly, an invisible weight pressing on your chest. Your heartbeat is blaring in your ears as you fight to breathe. Shivers raking up and down your body. Unable to move even the tips of your fingers as tears blur your perception of your dim room. After what seems to be hours of laying there suffocating, your breathing turns into sobs. You are finally able to move, though, as you roll onto your side, trying to curl into the fetal position, a scream echos into the silence. Your busted up leg sends phantom pains through you, cramping and pulling with unnatural tension. It was a charlie horse from hell, and you rationally knew that most of it was fake.

Amanda runs in a few seconds later with a pink aluminum baseball bat, looking around for the disturbance, when she finds none she turns to you. "Y/N, what is it?"

You just stared at her, unable to move as phantom pain shot up and down your leg. Memories of blood and bone hide behind your eyelids, torturing you with every blink.

She stares at you for a few minutes before slowly setting the bat down. and coming to hold you. "It was the dream again, wasn't it." She cradles your head, maneuvering you as carefully as she can into her arms. "Hush now, it's okay. We are here, that is the past. You don't ever have to fly again. Rehearsals will all be on the ground for your new show. All you have to do is a little choralography. It will be fine. You won't get hurt."

Her reassuring calm, paired with her arms stroking up and down your back, are a balm to your terrified mind. Your sobs ebb. Taking a few deep breaths, you sit yourself up, pulling away from her, immediately feeling guilty for waking her this early. "thank you, 'Manda. It really means a lot."

"It's the least I can do when my best friend is struggling. Now, why don't you take a nice hot shower? I'll get breakfast started, and then we can head over to Rijah's before your audition today."

"Sure," you say noncommittally, you didn't really feel like eating, but you knew it would make her feel better to see you fed before she sends you to the sharks again. "Would you like to play live-action barbie today? I mean, you did say that today's audition would be special," you ask her on her way to the kitchen.

"I think you should wear that cute new swing dress—the one with the pink halter and the black skirt. Go light on the make-up. Doe eyes," she called from the kitchen.

"Okay. Are we going to be meeting with our agent today or is this another one of those, he gave you a list and expects us both to be there sort of deal?" You ask, wincing as you try to distract yourself from the pain as you rub the cramps out of your leg.

"Well, it's kinda just one audition today. I know you don't want to go back, but I was promised by Steve that if you show up, they will listen to you--"

At that, you were up and in the kitchen. Staring your friend down in your scanty sleepwear. "Please don't tell me that I'm auditioning for Stark's Theater again. I mean, he already kicked me to the curb once. What makes you think that he won't show up just to kick me out again?" You sneer, half-naked, and ready to punch her in her too pretty face.

"It's not Stark's theater troupe anymore, he has taken a back seat this year, leaving Miss Potts to handle more of it while he moves into the movie industry. You will be fine. Like I said, Steve has been nagging me all year for your contact details so he could offer you a personal invitation. I told him that you would go if you wanted. I mean, I'm still going to make you go with me to the building. Remember, you promised that after last year, you wouldn't pass up a chance to sing for anyone. Not anymore. Especially with your boss being as chill as he is."

The fight drains from your shoulders as she uses your own words against you. You are still annoyed that she is taking you to an audition for SHIELD, again, though. Stomping back to your bathroom, you slam the door. "Why do my friends always take me at my word?" you ask yourself as you hang your head over the sink basin. Taking a few more deep breaths, you push down your new-formed audition anxiety.

Fixing yourself up and packing a set of exercise clothes for your rehearsal later, as well as your repertoire binder, resume, and pair of ballet slippers. It hadn't taken long to get into something after reapplying yourself. Even though the show you were in at the moment was a two-day ballet in the park for little kids. But it was something, and it paid enough to put it on your resume.

You hurried in the shower, letting the steam take away more of the tension from your body as you scrubbed yourself. As the water starts running clear of bubbles, you close your eyes, envisioning an alternative ending to your dream. In your new version, Bucky, your unconventional knight in shining army, that handsome man who had come to your rescue all those months ago, comes and catches you before you are flown too high. He takes your hand, pulling you close, his breath whispering across your face as his blue-grey eyes stare into yours. He leans forward, your lips part… Amanda is shouting from the other side of the door that breakfast was ready before you finished the thought.

With a different kind of sigh, you pull yourself out of the cooling water, and back into real life.

Amanda and Elijah have once again outdone themselves with their song choice for you. You couldn't help but laugh as they put their top three options in front of you, Better from Little Women, If You Knew My Story from Bright Star, and I'm a Star from Smash.

"So what's the cut time Amanda?" you ask, paging through the three songs.

"They want the whole thing." Amanda and Elijah said in unison. Amanda looking at you with barely withheld excitement, and 'Rijah with his usual sophomanic way.

"They want the whole song? or they want all the different cuts prepared so they can choose?" You couldn't believe that they would want a whole three-minute song. That just seems overboard.

"The whole song. Steve asked for it personally. " She said, smiling, "This is going to be it, Y/N! This is going to be it! We are finally going to be in an acting company together! I can feel it! Now sing the songs. Let's see which one will fit best!"

Your heart beats fast in your chest. The whole song, they wanted the entire song. No one wants the complete song. Sometimes they don't even want the entire song at a callback. You couldn't help but stare openmouthed at your best friend. What exactly was going on today? You hadn't felt this many emotions in a single day since last year.

Before you can really contemplate which god had decided to smile in your direction, Elijah starts playing the introduction for the first few bars of Bright Star. Even then, Elijah has to repeat the intro twice before Amanda finally pinched you back into the moment. Immediately you jumped into it. Hazily stumbling through the first two measures before Elijah stopped playing.

He looked at you, annoyed. "Y/N, if you ain't gunna sing, don't pretend like it."

You shook yourself at the reprimand. "I'm sorry. If I get to sing a whole song, can we do something else? Better is an excellent power song, but it is very repetitive. I wanna give them a show. Something that will wow them. But I don't want to give off the vibe that I am still butt-hurt over last year. I want to show them I can take the initiative and work hard."

Elijah smirked, "Okay, what about weekly volcano press? It has some of the same stuff, and kinda rounds out what she did to improve. Also, you can play with all of your different character voices."

You give him a funny look, "What do you mean? And isn't that song like 8 minutes long?"

"You know what I mean. Don't act like I haven't been paying attention to you over the last three years! You sing with different timbres and weights for each character when you are helping Amanda with her practice. Sometimes I feel like I need to check and make sure you aren't switching out your vocal cords for every character."

"Elijah is right! Here! Sheetmusic! She places her tablet on the piano. And it can be a test on Steve's word. If they don't stop you, you know for sure that Steve will keep his words as a director."

You tilt your head back and forth, deliberating, "I don't really want to be petty Amanda."

"Y/N, when in all the years I have known you have you ever chosen not to be petty?" Amanda says, arms crossed over her chest, hip cocked.

"To you never, to everybody else, I try to be considerate more than petty," you meeting her attitude with sincerity.

"Suuure." Elijah and Amanda share an eyeroll.

"Whatever. If you really think that this song would be best, then I will take your advice. However, with my track record, it will end up blowing up in my face," you resign with a sigh looking over Elijah's shoulder as you scan through the score.

"Don't give me that Bullshit, Y/N/N. You will do fine. It's not like I haven't watched you play around with this song. You could probably do it in your sleep." Amanda gave you one of her signature I-know-you-know-you-can-do-this looks. Taking her phone out and pointing it at you. "Now, sing the damn song!"

With a sigh, you straighten back up. You knew they wouldn't let it go. "Fine, but if this becomes a repeat of last year. I will reevaluate our friendship status. Lead the way, Elijah."

Amanda hadn't been lying when she said that you had the song on lock. You breezed through the voice changes. Flipping octaves, effortlessly changing registers, and adapting tonalities. By the time the seven minutes were over, you were slightly winded. Your chest heaved lightly as you were filled with that after-performance high. You knew there were a few places that you hiccupped, but you had a good thirty minutes, and they were easy fixes.

Looking up at your small audience, you should have expected the smug smiles that spread on their faces. Amanda gave you a smirk. "Is there something you would like to tell me?"

"I don't want to tell you shit. But you were right. It is a fun song." You turn to an equally smug Elijah, "can we go over the troll verse again? I messed up the lyrics. And then I'd like to drill the last part where Clarisa comes back to face Braxton. Those quick transitions are a bit different than the Sutton Foster recording, and I don't want to be psyched out either way."

"Whatever I can do to help you," Elijah says, turning back to the piano.

"I'll go print the music for your rep binder." Amanda practically squealed, running out of the room, phone in hand.

You shake your head, refocusing on all of the things you needed to refine before this would work.

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[flirting-with-psychology]

A Do you live in America?: Yes Favorite Animal?: Wolf Do you like Apples?: They’re not my favorite fruit but they’re not bad Would you ever be an Astronaut?: Probably not Do you shop at American Eagle?: No

B Who is your Best Friend?: Right now I’d say Cristi Do you have a Boyfriend?: Yes Are you Bisexual?: Maybe just a little bit, but still like 98% straight Did/Do you play with Barbies?: Yeah Do you have a Baby?: No

C What is your favorite type of Chocolate?: Dark chocolate. What’s your favorite Candle scent?: Cinnamon Do you celebrate Christmas?: No What’s your favorite Color?: Green or pink Do you like Cats?: Yes

D What holidays do you Decorate for?: Hanukkah and sometimes halloween Are you scared of the Dentist?: No Do you like doing DIYs?: Yeah sometimes, but not for like household stuff When was the last time you went to the Doctor?: In december What’s your favorite alcoholic drink?: Moscato

E What do you do for Easter?: Nothing or sometimes an easter egg hunt when I was a kid What is one thing you do Every day?: Check my phone Have you ever seen the Eiffel Tower?: Yes Would you say you’re Emotional?: Yes What’s your favorite thing to Eat?: Chocolate

F How many Friends do you have?: Idk? Have you ever been Frisked by the police?: No Do you enjoy French Fries?: Yes How often do you Forget things?: A decent amount Have you ever gotten into a Fight?: Not a physical one

G Are you a Girl?: Yes Do you believe in God?: No Do you have a Girlfriend?: No Are you Gay?: No Are you Glad to be taking this survey?: Yeah it’s different

H Do you dress up for Halloween?: Yes, I love halloween Hello, How are you today?: Eh Do you like Horses?: Yeah Have you ever been High?: A couple times Do you like Hot weather?: Not really, I like warm but over 85 kinda sucks

I Do you think this survey is Incredible?: Nah What’s your favorite flavor of Ice cream?: Coffee Toffee Bar Crunch What is one of your Interests?: Jewelry Did you do the Ice Bucket Challenge?: No Have you ever been Ice skating?: Yes

J Tell me a Joke.: Knock knock. Who’s there? Orange. Orange who? Orange you glad I didn’t tell the long version of this joke? What is your favorite Junk Food?: Chocolate Is there any Jewelry you wear every day?: No What’s your favorite type of Juice?: orange juics Do you believe in Jesus?: No

K Who was the last person you Kissed?: My boyfriend Describe your first Kiss.: We were hanging out in my room and cuddling on my bed so I figured we should kiss, it wasn’t the best Have you every Kicked someone in the balls?: Not on purpose Will you break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar?: Not in this pandemic What’s your favorite Kids’ show?: Drake and Josh

L Are you a Lesbian?: No Are you in Love?: I’m not sure Do you like Lemons?: I like them in things, but not plain What do you eat for Lunch?: I had eggs in toast for brunch Do you Lose things often?: Kinda, but mostly just in my own house

M Do you watch Markiplier?: No Do you know someone named Michael?: Yes Do you play Minecraft?: No Do you Miss someone?: I miss everyone I can’t see in person Do you like Mozzarella sticks?: Yes

N Would you consider yourself a Nice person?: I guess so What’s your Nickname?: Star Do you get your Nails done?: Not too often Do you listen to Nickelback?: Not really Have you bought anything New?: Yeah I buy new stuff all the time. Most recent was the DVD of Galavant

O Do you sleep with your door Open?: No, that’s awful Do you know anyone who has really bad Odor?: Kinda Would you ever be in an Open relationship?: No Do you like being at the Ocean?: Yes How Old are you?: 26

P Do you watch Pewdiepie?: No Have you ever Puked mid blowjob?: Lol no Do you like People?: They’re ok What are your favorite Pizza toppings?: Cheese, pineapple, and garlic Do you have any Piercings?: Just my ears

Q Are you a Quiet person?: I am until I am comfortable with you Have you ever Quit a job?: Not really, I got laid off with the option to change positions but I declined that option How Quick are you getting ready to leave the house?: I’m terrible at it, it takes at least 2 hours What is your favorite Quote?: Carpe diem Have you ever met a Queen?: No but I saw the queen of England in a parade

R Have you ever had Rabies?: No Are you close to your Relatives?: Only my parents What ended your last Relationship?: He said didn’t have time for a girlfriend Do people call you a Redneck?: No Rate this survey.: 6

S Do you like sports?: Mostly not What is your favorite Sex position?: Missionary Do you like to go to Six Flags?: Yes Is Summer your favorite Season?: probably not, I like fall Do you like to Shout?: Not usually

T Do you Toast your Poptarts?: No Do you like to be Terrified?: Not usually Are you on Tinder?: I used to be and I still have my profile Do you like Tacos?: No Have you ever played Tennis?: Only in gym class, and not well

U Are you wearing Underwear?: Yes At a restaurant, What’s your Usual?: Depends on the restaurant Quick! Look Under your bed. What’s there?: A box of toiletries Have you seen the movie Up?: Yes Would you say you’re an unorganized person?: In my personal life

V Do you like Velcro?: Not particularly, I don’t like the scratchy sound it makes What would be your perfect Valentine’s day?: A romantic date Have you ever seen a Velociraptor?: No Have you ever Visited a Volcano?: No What Vehicle do you drive?: Subaru Forester

W Do you like the Water?: Yes Do you like Wendy’s?: I like the nuggets Do you like Walruses?: I have no opinion Do you hate Waiting?: Yes Do you like Waffles?: Yes

X Have you ever played with a Xylophone?: Only when I was little Have you ever had an Xray?: Yes Did you ever wish you had Xray vision?: No Do you still love your EX?: No Do you hate the letter X?: No, it’s just a letter

Y Is your favorite color Yellow?: No What has been your favorite Year?: 2nd grade or junior year of college Do you hate being Yelled at?: Who doesn’t? What did you do Yesterday?: Had an interview and then watched a lot of New Girl What was your favorite thing to do when you were Younger?: Play story games with my friends

Z Have you ever went to the Zoo?: Yeah Do you hate getting Zits?: Yes Do you like Zebras?: They’re fine Do you like eating Zebra cakes?: Never had one Do you use Zedge?: I don’t know what that is

[wolfpawn]

I Hate You, I Love You, Chapter 34

Chapter Summary -   Taylor's new song causes Danielle to wish she was a more physically aggressive person, but she keeps herself calm.

When Luke turns up on set, slightly miffed, his annoyance is quickly diverted from Danielle and Tom's relationship to Taylor, leading to him getting to know Danielle even better, what does he think of Tom's new flame?

Previous Chapter

Rating - Mature (some chapters contain smut)

Triggers - references to Tom Hiddleston’s work with the #MeToo Movement. That chapter will be tagged accordingly.

authors Note - I have been working on this for the last 3 years, it is currently 180+ chapters long.  This will be updated daily, so long as I can get time to do so, obviously.

tags: @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog  @jessibelle-nerdy-mum@nonsensicalobsessions @damalseer @hiddlesbitch1 @winterisakiller @fairlightswiftly @salempoe

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It took every fibre of restraint in Danielle’s being to not want to go over and slap that smarmy tart across the face as she gave the Safety Officer a sickeningly sweet false smile on her entered the set for everything she had said of Danielle and of Tom. Danielle remained right next to the head of the studio, who of course, would not miss the opportunity to suck up to the famous pop star. It was her best defence, knowing from Taylor’s demeanour that she would relish in getting Danielle fired.

“Well then, Ms Hughes, this is the placements for everyone, is there any issue?” the producer and choreographers asked.

Scanning the plans, her eyes widened. “You can’t do this.”

“And why not?” Taylor demanded, “Just because it hasn’t been done before doesn’t mean it can’t. That is the difference between an artist and some set worker, you lack the vision to do something like this.”

“Actually, I am sorry to inform you, Ms Swift, this is not a revolutionary idea, it has, in fact, been done ad nauseum. The issue here is not the inability to do it, but the safety factors involved. That.” she pointed to a nearby pillar, “Is purely for decoration, it not for function. It is only plasterboard and other cheap, breakable materials, and is not attached to the ceiling, or indeed the floor. Your dancers are very much at risk if you have them dance too close to it, it could very easily fall over, and though it is not functional, it is close to half a tonne in weight, not something I could ever possibly sign off on as being safe.” She explained logically, loving the fact that every word she spoke drove Taylor more and more to the brink of a tantrum, knowing that she could not argue Danielle’s point without others thinking her as being nothing more than petulant. “I can suggest other safer areas if you’d like.” She offered the producer.

The rest of the shoot went as well as it could in Danielle’s opinion, considering the main person dictating the shoot was the narcissistic ex-girlfriend of her boyfriend who seemed hell-bent on getting a reaction from Danielle. The song, as Danielle had gathered, was not only slating Tom as a user, a manipulator and a cheat, but also ensured to hint that Danielle, or the ‘The Heeler’ the title of the song referenced to, was the reason for the protagonist’s pain and hurt. She just bit her lips together and made comments to the producer where necessary to ensure the safety of everyone on set; though were Taylor to be hit across the head by a low beam, she would not have been entirely heartbroken.

“Thank you for all your hard work, Taylor was right to specifically ask for you.” The producer smiled politely.

Danielle mulled over those words for a moment when something came to her. “I have never worked with Ms Swift before, how did she even hear of me?” she asked, playing innocent.

“Well, I assume it has something to do with your work on other music video’s.” the producer dismissed, thinking nothing of it.

“I have never done a music video.” Danielle countered.

The producer frowned, “Did you work stateside?”

“I have never been to the States. This is my fourth ever gig. Sherlock, a soap opera, Game of Thrones, Beauty and the Beast.” She listed off.

“Odd, she knows no one really on those; your reputation obviously precedes you, because she was adamant about having you here.” He shrugged and walked off, leaving Danielle very concerned as to how Swift knew her career change.

“She’s over there, black jacket saying S.O. on it.” She heard a guy instruct.

Terrified as to who it was, she turned, shocked to see Luke Windsor coming towards her, grimacing internally at the annoyed look on his face “Mr Windsor.”

“Ms Hughes.” He replied curtly.

“You do not look best pleased.” She commented.

“Perhaps that is because I am not.”

“Is it anything to do with my relationship with one of your clients?” she gambled.

“That is exactly what it is.”

“Have we been spotted?” She knew it was only a matter of time before they were, but she had hoped to have spoken with Sophie before being thrown to the wolves or crazy fangirls as the case may be.

“No, there is no hint of anything.”

She frowned. “Then I don’t understand.”

“Would you like to know how I found out my biggest actor is seeing a set safety officer?”

“Tom sending a drunken text?” she guessed.

“No, that would actually have been better.” He growled. “I found out when I was speaking with Emma, Watson that is, and she made mention that she has seen Tom quite frequently of late, and how she was delighted he found a, and I quote ‘great, down to earth and decent’ girlfriend.” He explained.

“I know you’re mad Tom didn’t tell you that your conversation with me fixed our little miscommunication issue, but I am just going to bask in the knowledge that the Emma Watson called me those things.”

“You were just as capable of telling me.”

“I am not your client, though. I can’t imagine your secretary putting through my calls.”

Luke made a face that told her he could not argue that. “Well, a warning from either of you would have been nice, I need to make sure that when this does become public, that I actually know what is going on, as it stood, I thought there was nothing between you.”

“Shh!” Danielle looked around to see if anyone was close by. Luke looked around confused. “I…Do not bring that up here, please.”

“Why not?”

“Well, one; I don’t want anyone thinking I got where I am by sleeping with an actor, and two; of all the days for that to be made public here, today is not the day.”

“Why not?”

“You have no idea who’s here, do you?” he shook his head. “Your favourite pop princess.”

Luke’s face fell, his pallor changing. “What?”

“People were wondering why she was in London; she is here to shoot her new video, in this studio, today, and guess who the song is about?”

“I am going to kill him. I warned him.”

“I know, but there is nothing we can do about it.” She soothed.

“How bad is it?”

“He manipulated and used her, and I made him cheat on her with me.” She explained.

“Fuck,” he shook his head.

“You need to go,” Danielle stated. Luke looked at her almost indignantly. “If she sees you here, she will make a big deal of this, you are Tom’s publicist so she will know we’re together. She already knows I’m working here. That’s already too much.”

“Well, if you knew she was going to be here, why did you take this job, are you actively looking for trouble?” he growled.

“I was told, under no uncertain terms, that should I leave set today, after my actual job, I would be blacklisted. She demanded me specifically.” She informed him. “How she even knew I was working here, or indeed that I changed careers, I don’t know.”

Luke’s brows furrowed. “She wouldn’t have known?”

“They were broken up when I moved into it, and Tom didn’t find out until a month ago. There’s no way she should know.”

“Unless she has been keeping tabs on you.” Danielle cocked her head slightly, “Why come to London to shoot a video, the company she is using,” he looked at the emblem on the side of a soundboard case. “That’s an American company, she flew it all here.”

“She wouldn’t have done it specifically for me.” Danielle dismissed.

“Wouldn’t she?” Luke challenged. “I went snooping on PR Barbie when she and Tom were linked. I cannot believe these words are coming out of my mouth, but I agree with Kim Kardashian, she is a snake.”

“Hey, we don’t even know that woman, don’t judge her.”

“She got famous for nothing.”

“Actually, she got famous for something; something I don’t think many people would be willing to do, but to say she maintained fame shows she is not an absolute airhead, she’s worth more than you and I are.”

“You don’t strike me as a trash television fan.” Luke eyed her up and down.

“Never saw her show, not overly bothered by her existence, I just don’t know her, and as a fellow woman, I commend her for doing well with her life.” She shrugged.

Luke was about to say something else to her, but his eyes flickered over her shoulder and his jaw clenched. He made a slight movement of his eyes to Danielle to inform her who was coming towards them.

Taking a deep breath, Danielle composed herself and turned around. “Is there anything more you need Ms Swift?” she asked, though keeping the words polite was difficult.

“So you were only after him in the end, that’s a surprise.” She snarked, looking between the pair. “I was right all along.”

“I do not know what you are talking about.” Danielle feigned ignorance. “Mr Windsor and I are merely discussing his client and a future lunch between themselves and myself.”

“He seems to have only one client, and he follows him everywhere like a faithful puppy.”

Luke’s brows rose at Taylor’s comments. Danielle only laughed. “It wouldn’t be a successful PR firm if he had only one client. He has others, one of whom I happen to be a huge fan of, and whom I am working with at present, so with her being on this set, but having to leave early today to facilitate you, and him stuck in a meeting dealing with the premieres for this movie, he is merely relaying her message to me while here.”

Luke stared at Danielle, impressed with how she had concocted a story from thin air and had stated it with such conviction, he had to remind himself for a moment with was fabricated.

Taylor glared at her, “So you expect me to believe you aren’t sniffing around my scraps?”

“I couldn’t give a rat’s ass what you believe or not, it is no concern of mine. My only concern here was that nothing happens anyone on set when shooting, I have done my job, so I am getting ready to go home for the evening, perhaps get some room service, and see what’s on TV.”

“God, you’re boring.”

“Perhaps to you, but I’m happy, and that’s all that I am concerned with.” Danielle smiled, seeing the head of the studio coming, she decided to finish the conversation, even if Taylor didn’t want to. “Have a safe flight to your next destination Ms Swift, and thank you so much for asking for me today.”

Taylor’s nostrils flared at her manner. “What?”

“Well, I thought you would like to know that the money you’ve paid me for this shoot means I can take a month’s break after these few reshoots and spend it with those I love and get a new car, so thank you.” She beamed as the singer stared at her blankly. “You’ve paid for my Christmas and car.” She almost burst out laughing, loving how Taylor seemed to only then realise it was entirely true. “Thank you and safe journeys.” With that, she gave a wave goodbye to her superiors and walked off.

“You lie with too much ease,” Luke commented, having followed her out of earshot.

“I am dating an actor, I work with actors, all I see day and night are lies, people pretending to be people they’re not, people pretending to believe everything they say, you pick it up easy enough.” She commented, going for the exit.

When they came to Luke’s car, he stopped, looking at her for a moment. “I didn’t think I would be saying this, but you may actually be able to survive the gauntlet that being with Tom requires.”

“I hope so, but I’m not always sure. I am so scared of when we are found out.”

“Don’t you want to be with him?” Luke asked, confused.

“Yes, God yes. But it’s not really him and me in this relationship, though, is it? It’s us and every fangirl, gossip rag, and ex-pop girlfriend’s, that’s the worry.”

“If he wasn’t famous, would this be a concern to you? Would you be so sceptical?”

“If Tom worked as, I dunno, what would Tom be if he wasn’t an actor? I suppose something in literature, isn’t that what everyone thinks; then I would actually be happier, and probably not have spent five years of trying to convince myself I wasn’t completely in love with his dorky nutty ass.” She laughed.

“But he is an actor,” Luke commented.

“Yes, and a brilliant one.” Danielle concurred. “But it means we are not allowed be normal, are we? I mean, even you have an internet following, just because of him being him. I am just trying to get used to it Luke, I am doing everything I can to. I love him, I love everything from the fact he seems morbidly afraid of learning how to work a washing machine to the fact that his greatest brag in life is he can cook a breakfast, to even that weird attempt he does at dancing.”

“That fucking dancing.” Luke shook his head, causing Danielle to laugh. “What about the fact he is being seen as getting older now, getting…well, thinner haired.”

“If he heard you.” She scolded. “I guess he is going to get a few more ‘Dad’ roles in the near future, and yes, his hairline is receding a little, but if he turns out as bald as a coot, why would I care, he would still be the same dork that tripped over his own gangly limbs the first day I met him, the same guy that seemed to think it appropriate to make a sex noise because I made his tea right on the first go in my new kitchen, and the same guy who acted as though I gave him the moon when I got him a joke present of Baloo in the Disney store.”

“You really do love him, Tom the person, not the actor.”

“I met Thomas first, Tom came along after, and to be honest, being in the spotlight caused him to become colder, more clammed up in public, which startled me really, but when he is away from that, when he is behind closed doors, he is still the same happy sweet guy, thankfully. I was so scared she had destroyed that, it scared me so much; I wanted to save that part of him. When I fought with him during that relationship, I would have had it that he hate me for eternity than him risking becoming a cold person.” She explained. “Have a good evening Mr Windsor, and I’m truly sorry for any trouble today may cause for you.” She opened her car door and got in, leaving Luke slightly flabbergasted for a moment, before getting into his own car, mulling over her words, knowing that of any attempt Tom had at a relationship in the time they were working together, Danielle was there for the right reasons, and he found himself hoping she would be the one to stick.