#ohh the taylor swift songs i could put to this

[sunny-sainz]

everytime i hear this story i turn into a blubbering mess…now hearing it from him ive become a basket case

credit: @borderanakin on twitter/x

[lnfours]

swiftie! Reader 🪩💗🌸✨ and Lando buys her a necklace with his initial on it for her birthday🥹 if you know you know!! Xxx

ohh im sobbing. im sobbing so hard. okay but it being his initial or his number 🥺🥺🥺🥺 i gotta go

cleaning out my inbox

the setting sun shone into the bedroom, the both of you too comfortable to get up and close the blinds. too busy basking in the feeling of each other's peace, your head on his bare chest as he played with the soft strands of your hair.

"oh shit," he mumbled, "hold on."

you sat up, letting him quickly get up out of bed. you watched curiously as he walked into the closet, flipping on the light switch, "what's wrong?"

"nothing, i forgot i have something for you," he called back, the sound of him throwing things out of his suitcase making you chuckle, "if i could remember where the fuck i put it - ah, here it is!"

you smiled as he reappeared, holding something behind his back. you gave him a questioning look as he smiled back at you, "close your eyes,"

you sighed but did as he told you, feeling his weight join you on the bed and he placed a small box in your hand, "okay, you can open."

you opened your eyes, looking at the small jewelry box in your hands, "what's this?"

"what's your favorite taylor swift song?" he asked, "ever."

"call it what you want," you said before opening the box, the chain shining back at you with a small letter 'L' on it. you smiled, looking back up at him, "it's gorgeous."

"just like you," he said, "here, let me put it on for you."

you handed him the box, spinning around for him to clasp it onto your neck. it sat perfectly against your skin.

you turned around, a smile still bright on your face as you spoke, "i love you."

he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours, "i love you too."

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Will you please be quiet?

Summary: You have a song stuck in your head and Emily one has one way to make you be quiet.

Word Count: 1.1k

Fluff, kissing

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Reader POV:

“I wanna be your endgame, I wanna be your first string!” I sang as I was getting ready for the day. Music blasting through my apartment, as I pack my go-bag.

I go over to my vanity and put on some quick makeup and keep humming Endgame as it echos through the walls of my bedroom.

I hop into my car to go to work and put my Spotify on shuffle, Endgame comes on again. I’m not complaining but oh my god. This is going to be stuck in my head for days now.

Time skip to when reader gets to Quantico*

I’m minding my own business waiting for my coffee to pour while humming Endgame as Emily walks up behind me.

“Got a song stuck in your head?” Her hand lightly brushed over my waist as she went to stand next to me. Oh my goodness this woman makes butterflies erupt in my stomach by such a small touch.

“Ha, yeah. That obvious huh?” She let out a small laugh as she nodded.

“Yeah well you’ve been here what, an hour? And I don’t think I’ve heard anything but that time leave your mouth.” I lowered my head and shook it laughing at her observation, a blush coating my cheeks.

“Unfortunately, I didn’t come here just to talk about the song planting itself in that pretty little head of yours-“ I don’t let her finish, partially because the blush on my cheek is becoming too noticeable now and also because I know exactly what she’s going to say.

“We have a case.”

“Yes, we do, meet in the round table in 10.” She gives me a small smile and walks away.

Time skip to once they’re on the jet on the way to the case*

“Big reputation, big reputation, ohh you and me, we’d be a big conversation.” I mutter under my breath as I sit next to Emily looking over the file.

“Oh my god! You’re still going huh?” I’m snapped out of my thoughts by her soothing voice, I laugh and look at her honey brown eyes.

“Sorry!” I laughed as I looked back down to the file, her hand found its way onto my thigh under the table, careful not to draw attention to us. “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”

An uncontrollable smile bloomed on my face. I gave her hand a squeeze to say thanks and we both went back to the task at hand.

Time skip to when they’re looking through evidence at the local PD*

“You got anything?” Like asked Rossi.

“Nothing, if this guy did have any enemies he was quick to bury the hatchet as not to be tracked down.” As soon as he said this my brain flickered on with Endgame. Again.

“And I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put ‘em.” I hear a giggle next to me and look over and find Emily gazing at me.

“Don’t even,” I sighed “It’s starting to annoy me as well.” She laughed and shook her head and looked back down at the evidence like we had collected from the scenes.

Time skip to a little later*

“Hey what you humming?” Tara asked me as she looked up from the crime scene photos on the table.

“Endgame by Taylor Swift.” I reply without looking up, trying to piece together where the unsub was going to strike next.

“Oh my god! I love Taylor Swift! What’s your favourite album?” Before I could respond Spencer came into the room we, and the rest of the team, were in and started talking.

“Guys, I know where the unsub is going to strike next. The house he grew up in has been condemned and scheduled for demolition so that’s probably where he’s been taking his victims. If he sticks to his pattern, he’ll be going back there at some point after 10pm tonight.” We all started to pack up our things when Emily called out,

“Guys, we need to do a stakeout. We’ll scare him away if we go in there guns drawn and then he’ll go underground so, Reid and JJ, park on the curb near the house, Tara and Matt, go to the end of the road, Rossi and Luke to the other end of the road, you’ll act as a kind of covert roadblock and me and y/n will park up in an lay-by near the house.”

We all got up and went to our assigned SUV and started driving to our destinations. On the way there Emily turned the radio on.

“And I heard about you, ooh, you like the bad ones too.”

“Oh my god! It’s everywhere!” We laughed together at this. What are the chances?! We kept the radio on nonetheless.

As we pulled into the parking space we sat in a comfortable silence for a while, just enjoying each other presence and the peace of an evening stakeout. The sun was setting and I absentmindedly started humming under my breath yet again.

“I don’t wanna miss you, like the other girls do. I don’t wanna hurt yo-“ before I could finish I feel my chin being tugged to the side and a soft pair of lips meeting my own.

To say I was shocked at first was an understatement but I soon melted into the kiss, her thumb caressed my face as our lips moved together. It was the most amazing moment of my life to date. Emily slowly pulled away her face still barely a centimetre away from my own.

“What was that for?” I asked, still skeptical.

“It’s the only thing that I could think of to stop you from singing that damn song!” Laughter broke out between us and as it died down she pulled me back in again for a brief kiss.

“Dinner at my place tomorrow?” She asked gazing into my eyes with our hands intertwined.

“Are you, Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, asking me out on a date?” I smiled so hard my cheeks hurt.

“Yes, I am.” She giggled.

“In that case, dinner tomorrow sounds awesome.” I kiss her again, savouring the taste of her on my lips.

“I’ll take you to and from work so you can stay the night and not worry about your car.” I say thank you as I pull her into another kiss, this one lasting a little longer than the others.

Her hand reaches for the back of my head and pulls me in closer, her tongue swiping my bottom lip asking for permission. Granting it, I open my mouth and let her explore.

“Hey guy! Stop sucking each other’s faces and go back to the PD we got the guy!”

We make eye contact and start laughing hard.

Well Shit. At least I ahoy a date with em!

[the-fiction-witch]

Married Woman

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Flity AF + Mild Smut

Requested: So I was listening to the song Gorgeous by Taylor Swift and I was thinking maybe you could make a story based on the song where y/n was forced to marry Sneed and they are engaged but she meets Jack and they have a secret affair but eventually they're caught.

I sat in my most prettiest dress, brushing my hair and making sure to give my body a good spritz of my sweet perfume, today was to be a red-letter day in my life as I was to meet the man who would take me as his bride. I had all been arranged by my parents and I didn't even know his name. But such is the way which things like this. I was lucky to even get an engagement as many would simply be put in a dress dragged to the church and married off without much of a word. At least we were to be engaged for a few months, Once I was done my mother came to collect me and we went and waited by the door I felt uncomfortable, I felt tight, frilly and itchy I wanted nothing more than to get back into my usual dress. 

Soon enough a carriage arrived, 

And Out climbed a tall but slimy man with facial hair and a slicked-back cut of black hair, my thought upon looking at him was,

Well. I could do worse. 

"Ahh perfect, perfect let's begin introductions." My mother said with a giddy smile, "Dr Rainsford Sneed, we proudly present our daughter Y/n Y/l/n." She smiled bringing me forward, "Y/n this is Dr Sneed you're engagement."

"Charmed," I said offering my hand, he took it and gave my hand a small kiss.

"I must say you are far more beautiful than I had been told."

"Yes, well... best be getting on," I said leading him into the parlour, my mother sat excitedly and my father drank with him, I felt like an extra to the conversation very rarely if ever contributing. 

"Well, we best leave the newly's to their discussions," My mother smiled taking my father away and leaving Rainsford and me to ourselves.

For a moment we didn't speak. 

"You're career?"

"Doctor Miss Y/n."

"General?"

"General and Surgery as I am required, I am shaping up to be head surgeon down the line." He said, "You work?"

"Yes, Tailor's clerk."

"Ohh, Well we can nip that in the bud."

"Excuse me?"

"No wife of mine shall work. I will keep you in the matter of good grace my dear you need not to work."

"I see." I nodded, I couldn't exactly argue with him and I'm sure many girls would adore being told they didn't have to work anymore, I just happened not to be one of them, "And My role will be?"

"Child rasing, and homemaking."

"I see, you expect children from me?"

"I do."

"Understood." I nodded, "You have interests outside the medical?"

"Nutmeg."

"In baking?"

"Business actually, the family fortune runs on the stuff, soon it shall be our livelihood."

"I thought you were going to be a head surgeon?"

"I am to have both, we shall build a fine life together." He said kissing my hand,

I didn't like it but, with a husband, who wanted children, and who would keep me stable and steady, I suppose it is best just not to argue.

"You find this agreeable Y/n?"

"I suppose I do, Rainsford." I nodded, 

I sat in the garden watching the ducks on the pond using all my might not to sigh from the utter boredom. I know many women would find the mere act of sitting and listening to a man talk exciting but I just find Sneed boring, and he much found me the same. But it's not like we have a choice. I can't deny he is... somewhat handsome but I had always hoped to have a husband more than just handsome. Someone interesting, entertaining, amusing and so far Rainsford had failed in these departments. 

For a moment I pondered that this would be my life, 

How frighteningly dull. 

"Everything Alright Y/n?"

"Fine Rainsford."

"You busy imagining?"

"Yes, I suppose so,"

"Oh? you picturing our marriage?"

"Indeed I am,"

"How sweet, you must be so excited." he smiled kissing my hand,

"...Yes, so excited." I lied.

I took myself a stroll parasol in hand to the Port Victory Royal Hospital, I wasn't thrilled about it but I had to keep up appearances, I suppose Rainsford and I would never get more affectionate or accustomed to one another without us at least putting the work in to try. I ushered myself up the steps and into the main entryway, I wasn't sure where to go and I didn't want to ask in case I would be interrupting his business so I merely waited hoping he would perhaps pass by. 

"Somethin' you wanted Miss?" A voice spoke up, 

I looked over towards the ward and saw a man. 

He stood leaning on the wall, in a pair of rather high brown trousers, a white shirt with dirty billowing sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a washed-out blue waistcoat and green tie, his hair fluffy, dirty pushed over to one side, his hands in his pockets giving me a look. 

I had to admit... I looked longer than an engaged girl should,

But I mean... Whoa... that is a gorgeous man. 

But I'm getting married not buried. 

I'm not married to Rainsford yet I can look, just nothing more than look.

all though I did have to roll my eyes a little, "Something that I wanted." I corrected, "No thank you, sir."

"You sure? People don't often linger in hospital."

"In the hospital." I corrected, "But no I'm waiting for someone."

"Ahh... You waiting for your husband?"

"He will be my husband."

For a moment his chocolate eyes looked me up and down with a flirtatious grin, 

"Yes?"

"No..." He smirked, "No, way in bloody hell..."

"Something bothering you sir?"

"You can't be..." he muttered, "You're not Miss Y/l/n are ya?"

"Am I. Yes, I am." 

He bit his lip a little looking at me, his eyes lingering far longer than they should on an engaged girl, 

"And you know me how exactly?"

"I've heard a lot about you," he smirked, "I thought he was bullshitting... But, no. You really are that gorgeous," 

"Ohh Miss Y/l/n What a nice surprise my dear." Rainsford smiled as he came down the stairs,

"Good Afternoon," I smiled, as he came and kissed my hand and fixed some hair behind my ear,

"What brings you here this afternoon then?"

"I just thought I would come and visit you," 

"Aren't you a sweet little thing," he smiled,

Suddenly a cough came from my side, and the two men exchanged and conversation in glares and eyebrow movements, as if holding a whole conversation I was not privy too. 

Rainsford sighed, rolled his eyes and held my hand turning me to this man, "Miss Y/n Y/l/n this is Dr Jack Dawkins, My colleague and our newest surgeon." He said, "Dr Dawkins, this is Miss Y/l/n, my fiance"

He smiled and took my hand from Rainsford's, giving my hand a polite kiss. "Pleasure to meet you Miss Y/l/n,"

"Likewise Dr Dawkins,"

"I'm sure the two of us will get to know each other over time." 

"I'm sure we will." I nodded,

I sighed sitting on my the little chair outside the theatre pondering walking home,

"Miss Y/l/n?" 

I perked up and saw Dr Dawkins on the stairwell, "Ohh Morning,"

"Morning, what are you doing here?"

"I came to visit Rainsford. But he's not here."

"No he's off... uhh... I actually don't know. I don't tend to ask. He was here he had surgery this morning."

"I know, I came to watch but he wouldn't let me in."

"Rules are no women in the theatre,"

"Why?"

"In case they faint from the blood I think,"

"Ridiculous."

"Oh?"

"Women see far more blood than men." 

He chuckled, "You're not wrong." 

"Still, rules are rules."

"Come on, You can sit with me till the gets back." He said coming down the stairs and offering his hand, I knew I shouldn't but I took it and let him lead me out to a small side door of the hospital where we each took a seat on the steps watching the clouds, "I'm suprised."

"About?"

"You too... if I may speak frankly, I think you're too good for him."

I blushed, "Thank you Dr Dawkins,"

"Jack. it's fine you're gonna be around a lot y/n."

"I suppose I will, I don't think I'm too good for him."

"You're bloody Gorgeous. good family. well refined."

"I'm also a defiant problem child of a girl."

"you're not defiant... you're independent there's a difference."

"Which is?"

"Defiant is fighting for the fight of it, because it pisses off mummy and daddy. You're independent you're smart enough to fight because you know you can," 

"Thank you,"

"You're welcome. I assume he's going to try and whip you into shape."

"He's trying to. Made me give up my job, told me to sell my trousers for more dresses."

"Dick." he said, "You happy about it?"

"God no, this thing is itchy and tight, and suprisly not supportive." I explained, "And how'd you feel if someone told you to give up the job you worked hard to even have just to sit around all day and someday raise their little crotch goblins." 

"Good point." he laughed, "Strange that's all he wants,"

"He wants a wife,"

"Yeah, wives can be more useful than a pair of open legs and some hands to do dishes."

"You can try telling him that,"

"I'd have you in the theatre."

"You would?"

"Yeah, mostly to show off."

"Show off?"

"Yeah, I could show off for you" he winked, "See how fast and skilled I am, show off my quick fingers, certainly would be an...adrenalin rush for you." He smirked, "and it would give me a bit of an ego boost having a pretty lady there watching me."

"Maybe that's why, he's too nervous he'll mess up in front of me."

"I mean... he messes up a lot."

"Does he?"

"He does."

"He never tells me."

"He has a survival rate of one in nine. worse than prof."

"Ohh my god..."

"Yeah, he's shit."

"what is Prof's?"

"One in six."

"What's yours?"

"Why?"

"Curious."

"One in five."

"That...is... better, but still not great."

"It would be better but I get the shit jobs. The stuff neither of them wants to do, a little bit hard to do good work when you only do two out of ten surgeries and most of them are either little things like amputations or huge things like a bloody exploded appendix,"

"That's fair then I guess... but if your rating is better than his why aren't you in the line to be heard surgeon rather than Rainsford?"

He chuckled, "Because Prof doesn't like me, and Sneed doesn't like me, and the governor doesn't like me, and most people... don't like me."

"I like you,"

He smiled at me, "You don't think I'm a cunt?"

"No, not yet anyway. don't know you that well..."

"True, Thanks Y/n."

"You're welcome Jack," 

 "I am surprised though, he bagged someone as pretty as you."

"Well, I didn't have much of a choice in it."

"No?"

"No, father arranged it."

"Ahh... now it makes sense." He nodded, "He didn't bag you, you were sold to him."

"Pretty much,"

"Humm I'd have known I'd have tried."

"You would?"

"If you were gonna be looking like this every day, and coming to visit me as much as you visit him I'd have dropped a bloody gold nugget on that table to you." 

"That's very sweet Jack,"

"Y/n and Rainsford,"

"it even sounds grim,"

"Y/n Sneed."

"Ohh god don't,"

"Mrs Sneed,"

"Uhhh" I sighed, "ghastly isn't it."

"You can always keep your name?"

"no, he won't allow it."

"Looks like you're stuck then. Mrs Y/n Sneed."

"Ughhh god it sounds terrible."

"It kinda does," He laughed, "Sorry."

"It's fine..."

"You know..."

"What?"

"If I had dropped a gold nugget for you, You'd be Mrs Dawkins." he smirked, "Mrs Y/n Dawkins."

"See why does that just sound a thousand times better,"

"it does doesn't it." 

I sat on my little bench waiting for Rainsford to finish his rounds so he could walk me home, we had a few things to discuss as our wedding was arranged and organized we'd be married in two days. I accepted my fate even if I had thought of jumping on a docked ship and just bolting off this rock,

"Ahh... The blushing bride-to-be." 

I looked and saw Jack coming from the Ward, 

We had seen each other a lot, given how much I was here, and we had... formed somewhat of a friendship, even if the flirtatiousness never really went away, but I knew I couldn't talk to him. Rainsford had demanded me not to, once he heard Jack and I had been speaking he got... Jealous. and demanded I not speak to him anymore. But still, I didn't want to be rude.

"Afternoon,"

"You excited for your wedding?"

"Ohh yes... ecstatic." 

"You alright? other than the wedding nerves?"

"I'm not allowed to talk to you..."

"Right, this some sort of pre-wedding thing I don't know about? You not allowed to talk to men?"

"No, Rainsford just doesn't want me talking to you," 

"Dick," he sighed, "Well I won't bother you, I'm sure I'll see you around."

"Thank you, I'm sure I'll see you around too." I nodded, 

He took my hand giving it a soft kiss, "Have a lovely wedding."

"I will try too."

He smiled and kissed my cheek, "You don't have to do anything you don't want to you know."

I blushed hard, "I know... not really sure I have much of a choice."

"Well... I'm here if you need me."

"Thank you, Jack."

He smiled and headed off elsewhere, Soon enough Rainsford arrived so he walked me home,

"Everything alright? You seem nervous?"

"Yes, just uhh just the wedding is all."

"of course, I must say I am very excited too." He smiled, "in just a few days we will be husband and wife."

"Indeed we will..."

"I look forward to it," he smiled giving my head a kiss, 

"...I... do... too," I said nervously trying to hide my lies, 

He bid me goodnight and I headed inside, I locked my room and just tried desperately to get my head on straight but it wasn't working well.

I sat at my vanity looking in the mirror at myself, my body clean, my hair prepped, all for tomorrow morning, my wedding dress hung by the wardrobe but I just adjusted my mirror so I didn't have to look at it. I felt so conflicted about it all,

I like Jack, 

I know I do.

And frankly, I wouldn't be surprised if he liked me too...

But it could merely be playful flirting,

And Rainsford... he cares for me I suppose,

he is boring, but... Jack.

He is handsome, but ... Jack.

He is sweet, but... Jack.

I'm getting married in the morning! I should be thinking only of my betrothed, of our life together, of my wedding ceremony but... all I could think of was Jack.

Was a life with him, a day with him, a Night with him! 

But who knows how long it would last?

And I'd leave a trail of disappointment behind me. 

I heard a knock at my window and I was confused so I got up and went opening it to see... him. 

"Jack?" I whispered,

"Hey,"

"Hey, what- what are you doing here?" 

"I just thought I'd pop by, can I come in?"

"Well... yes but I don't know why you're here..." I said letting him in and shutting my window, 

"Just thought I'd pop in on the bride and see how she's feeling."

"I feel fine." I lied,

"You really think you can do that?" he chuckled, "It's me. How are you feeling?"

"Conflicted. Afraid. Nervous. Like I wanna just jump on a ship, change my name and never come back." 

"Yeah, I thought as much,"

"You did?"

"The closer this wedding's got the worse you've been." he said, "Y/n, it's obvious you don't wanna go through with this."

"What choice have I got?" I asked, "My family have arranged it, and Rainsford cares about me, I... I could have a lovely life with him."

"Better than what you'd have with me?"

"How'd you know I-"

"Becuase I'm not blind. I'm not as dense as sneed." he smirked, "We both like each other, we know we do. So? What are we gonna do about it?"

"There's nothing to do about it, but... force these feelings away."

"No? I work with your husband, you'll see me every time you come to the hospital. We live in a tiny port town we are gonna see each other, We're not just going to be able to force away our feelings forever."

"I know..."

"So? What are we gonna do about it?" 

"I don't know! okay! you happy! I have no clue what I'm going to do about this! about you! I am... getting married tomorrow! I am getting married in the morning! to some foolish little boy, my father picked out, that I never even got a say in, and now my life is a bride, a housewife, a mother, I'm gonna have to have kids, and give up my whole life for this god damn man. and I have a wedding tomorrow a big pompous overblown wedding with a dress I want to set on fire, and I am standing here genuinely contemplating whether or not I wanna jump on a ship to Africa! I am stuck! up a creek with no paddle, no bloody boat even! I have no idea what I can do to fix this... Becuase sneed will be my husband tomorrow morning, my dull, boring, husband and now you're here and I don't know how to even process that you have any sort of feeling for me let alone what I'm going to do with mine, and how we can go on seeing one another every day knowing we feel this way about each other. I mean just Look at that damn face! I'm meant to marry another man and get your dumb stupid face is all I can think bout!" 

for a moment he was speechless, "Uhh... Okay." he laughed a little, "You really needed to get that out didn't you?"

"I did." I nodded resting my hands on my hips as a took a breath, I felt so much lighter having finally said all the things I wanted to say. 

"I feel that way too,"

"What?"

"I can't get your bloody face, your body, your mind out of my head."

"Neither can I... I am a Married woman! or I will be! you... you infuriating bastard!" 

"I know, You're engaged, you're getting married. To my colleague. Who I fucking hate with a passion. and I can't just let you go, you utterly infuriating girl. Damn you."

"Damn you right back."

"I can't let you do this..."

"What?"

"I can't let you do this, without knowing how I care for you."

"I know how you care for me Jack, I care for you ten times more but... we both know there is nothing were can do."

"That's why I'm here tonight." he said taking my hands, "Come away with me tonight."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Come away with me tonight, were can go wherever you want, do whatever you want, just... come with me. Far away from your family, far from Sneed, and... be mine." 

"Ohh Jack... I- I want to, more than anything,"

"Then come with me." He said stroking my cheek,

"I can't, we both know we can't." I said, "... In another life, I'd have loved you beyond measure. Been the most perfect wife you could have dreamt of. I'd have lived the happiest life ever known."

"I don't want another life." He said, "I want this one, with you." 

"But it cannot be, Jack you cannot ask me to disappoint so many people, as much as I want to go with you. I must stay." I said pressing my forehead to his, 

"...So that's it then. We can't be together, and I'm just supposed to stand around the hospital with you, watch you with him, without telling you I love you, I'm supposed to spend my life trying to replace you."

"I don't know what else we can do... I know he will never fill the hole that is in my heart, for it is shaped too perfectly for you."

"There is something we can do." He said his nose stroked the bridge of my own,

"What?" 

"You know of this... discretions?"

"discretions?"

"Before and after your engagement he has been with other women."

"I know, such is normal for men. To visit a girl from the pub or I suppose nurses in you boys cases."

"It doesn't bother you?"

"It does, but I know it is normal."

He smiled, "if Sneed can bring a nurse into his bed? I see no reason you cannot bring me." 

"You and I both know that's not how it works, men can bring others into their beds, but women cannot. That is society's rules."

"When have you ever followed society's rules." 

"We cannot have an affair Jack, the scandal if ever someone found out."

"Then just tonight."

"What?"

"Just tonight, pleased y/n. Let me have tonight, and I promise I will force my feelings away. But just for tonight, let me have you."

"I... I want to, But- Jack it is my wedding in the morning." 

"Consider it a wedding present." 

"If Sneed found out"

"He won't,"

"If my family,"

"I will never tell another soul."

"What if Sneed discovers it tomorrow night..."

"I won't leave any marks. I promise."

"No... I mean, will be not notice I have already been, deflowered?"

"Trust me, any man gets a look at that body he's not gonna be paying attention to much else." He smirked, "So? Do you want me?"

"Yes." I gasped pulling his hair to bring him into a kiss, he happily kissed me back his hands snaked around my waist,

I sat up carefully wrapping the sheets around me as I looked across my room, my body hot and a little blushy where I had felt things never felt before, my eyes caught my dress and I felt this sudden deep guilt. 

"What have I done..."

"Ummm what haven't you done?" Jack smirked sitting up to give me little kisses which immediately distracted me, 

"We can't ever do this again," I said my fingers knotting in his hair, 

"Do you want to do it again?" he smirked kissing my neck, 

"Umm don't tempt me, Jack," I growled, "You know I do."

"Then why can't we? we just have to keep it a secret."

"I- I can't Jack." I said, "As much as Rainsfords a dick... I can't do that to him. It's not fair he trusts me, as his wife. Sometimes growing up is knowing when to give up what you want."

"You shouldn't have to give up what you want to make others happy." He said stopping the kisses, "Don't you think you deserve to be happy?" 

"I wish the world worked like that. I truly do Jack. I wish this could be our life."

"So do I."

"But it can't. Tonight was..."

"Was?"

"Wonderful." I smiled, "But we can't allow it to happen again. Tonight was merely to allow our feelings an escape. Now we must go on as if they don't exist."

".... Okay, if that's what you want." he nodded, "But... I will remember this night always, no other woman will ever fill your place in my heart, and I will do my best to hide my emotions but know they will never truly leave me."

"Nor my own for you, I wish this night could last forever. I wish so much I was marrying you, but know I will always love you, and this night can never be altered, what I have given you tonight can never be taken by another man."

"I will treasure it, and this memory of you always." He smiled giving my lips a sweet kiss, 

"But it was just once, it can never happen again."

"No, never again." he nodded, "I love you, so much. Have a nice wedding." he said before he got up and got dressed, "If ever you need me, if ever he is cruel to you,  unkind to you, or even if you need an escape. know you are never fully trapped, you always have somewhere to go, no matter what if you need me I will take care of you." he said taking my face in his hands and giving me one last kiss,

"Thank you, Jack," I smiled 

He nodded and stroked my cheek before he took his things and left in the dawn light. 

I held Rainsford's hand as we left the church surrounded by family, and glee. I did feel happy rushed up in the pageantry of the day but as we left I spotted Jack across the street, leaning on a lamp post, He smiled as he saw me in my dress, playfully rubbing his neck where I just last night left a hickey, we briefly exchanged a smile before I headed home.

I sat in my bed, against the headboard, my covers close.

Well... That certainly was anti-climatic.

I'm sure most women would just be thrilled about their wedding night and I was yes, I'm sure most women would be happy with such performance. 

But I had experienced such a performance the night before and well... this did not compare. 

 Not even slightly, 

Oh dear god, what have I done? 

This may be the biggest regret of my life... 

I have up a gorgeous, handsome man who loves me beyond measure, for this!

"Ohh my- You were extraordinary sweetheart." 

"...Thanks, yeah you uhhh you were too." I lied, 

I sat in bed unable to sleep, I had been a married woman a month and the honeymoon phase really was over, I sat there listening to Rainsford snore for a while. 

Finally, I pushed myself out of bed slipped on my cloak and snuck out of the house, Luckily we didn't live far from where I was going, I found my way inside and up to the little room. I know this is a bad idea but I can't stay away honestly I'm surprised I lasted this long. 

I knocked and a voice came from within,

"It's open!"

So I went inside shutting the locking the door behind me, and saw Jack sat in bed.

"Y/n? What- what are you doing here?" 

"I uhh I don't know."

"I think we both know why you're here..."

"I think so too, Do- do you still love me?"

"More than anything, Do you-"

"I do. But... we can't I- I'm a happily married woman."

"Happily?"

"I'm a married woman." I corrected, "I... I uhhh... I know we said, it was just once. just one night."

"yeah?"

"I change my mind," I said removing my cloak to stand there in my nightie, 

"Right..." He gulped, "You really wanna do this?"

"I do..."

"Come here then sweetheart."

Immediately I bolted over and jumped into his bed with him, 

"What took you so long?"

"Ohh trust me I tried. But I can't stay away from you" I smiled pulling him into a kiss, 

I giggled as I stood in the hospital cupboard, I was snuggly in Jack's arms, my hands in his hair as we kissed, we made sure to keep quiet and hidden, given Rainsford was in the hospital today. But we had managed to keep our affair a secret so far, which was quite an achievement when we had seen each other almost every day for the last year and a half. And still no suspicions. I was honestly surprised no one noticed, I mean... we aren't that secretive. 

"Umm why do you have to look at me like that sweetheart? you know what it does to me," he growled between kisses, 

"Well, you kept me waiting all day,"

"I kept you waiting so you wouldn't get in trouble with your husband."

"Like he notices."

"Hummm come on, you know you want to" He smirked resting his hand on my thigh where my dress was already tugged up from our kisses, 

"You really love making me cum don't you?"

"Of course I do, you scream so loud." he smirked, "And come on, you know how fun it is for me to lord over him with the fact I'm the only one who can make his wife cum." 

"And you so do love to lord over him."

"Of course, how can I not lord over him how dirty his wife is for me, how badly she needs me, how much she begs for me, how she sneaks out her marriage bed to be with me, you know I love lording over him how much we love one another."

"True." I giggled pulling him back to a kiss,

"y/n!" 

Immediately we separated but it was too late, the door was open and Rainsford had seen us. 

"Y/n! were you... kissing dr Dawkins!"

I didn't feel like lying to him, he'd find out sooner or later, "Yes." 

"You- You cheap whore!"

"Don't you dare call her that!" Jack jumped into my defence as we both left the cupboard all three of us arguing in the middle of the hospital for a while before he finally snapped, 

"I want a divorce!" He yelled

"You've got it!" I told him

And he marched off angrily, 

"Well... that's over. I'm already divorced. Joy."

"It's not all bad, you don't have to put up with him anymore."

"true."

"And if you're divorced... you are free to, remarry?" 

"Jack? are you asking what I think you are?"

"I am, You wanna marry me?"

"I'd love too Jack!" 

[scorpioriesling]

Unsettled (Part 5)

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Pairings: Lucien x reader

Warnings: None!

Summary: Reader is finally able to find her fate, realizing it was closer than she realized all along as she makes a shocking discovery.

SR’s Note: Final part! Omg. Please read part 4 first if you haven’t yet. Also I’d recommend listening to Enchanted by Taylor Swift during this part, specifically starting the song when Y/N is led into the middle of the dance floor through the end of the story! <3

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“Are you sure this will work?” You ask nervously.

“I’m positive.” The High Lords reassuring gaze doesn’t do much to settle the nerves inside you as he places a hand on your shoulder and ushers you forward. You’re behind the velvet curtain atop the marble staircase in the grand ballroom, Tamlin to your side. The two of you have been looking for Lucien for over an hour now, not finding him anywhere. This was the last resort, but with your and his knowledge of the dress you were wearing, your royal highness had quite the clever idea.

While clever, it would involve putting you on display.

“Are you ready?” He asks. You shake your head.

“No, but we’ll do it anyway.” You say. He grins at you, and the curtain pulls back, revealing the two of you to the ballroom of High Fae below. You stare down into the sea of people, so many masks, dresses, suits and sparkling headpieces. There’s no way you’d be able to find Lucien from here. But he sure would be able to see you. If he was still in the ballroom, that is.

“Could I have your attention, everyone, please.” The room instantly quiets at the sound of the High Lord’s voice echoing throughout the vast space. He stares into the crowd, scanning from person to person.

“I had the honor this year of inviting a very special person to this event, and to my humble delight, she said yes,” he begins. You blush. Though it had been established you would remain only friends, whoever ended up with the High Lord would be one lucky lady.

“…This woman is my very talented, very intelligent friend, Y/N.” The room begins to clap, and you curtsy to them. He clears his throat. Oh boy, he isn’t done.

“Many of you asked about the decorations on your way in tonight — these were provided by Ms. Y/N, so you can thank her for those.” He slides his eyes to you and raises a brow, as if to say, are you ready? You take it as your cue, and step as close as you can to the balcony so the onlookers can see your dress in full.

“But other than florals, Y/N has come up with quite the creative attire tonight; no offense to anyone, but she outshines everyone here.” A mixture of laughter and murmurs linger through the crowd, jealous fae and those finding the High Lord funny or agreeable alike. You look back over your shoulder and Tamlin nods to you one last time.

“I’ll allow her to show you herself.”

That’s your cue.

You bunch the skirt of your dress in one hand, Tamlin appearing beside you to take your other. Holding your hand above your head, you begin spinning, hand held tight to the bit of stability he provided above you. The crowd begins to gasp and erupt in conversation as your dress fades from autumnal amber to fresh spring pink, the magic laced into it removing the original latin-style off shoulder balloon sleeves as well. You’re left in a strapless, glittering, fresh rosé gown, and the crowd below erupts in applause. Tamlin leans in.

“I told you it’d work.”

You laugh, a wide smile stretching across your face. He drops your hand, and you both bow to the crowd below once more.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let the dancing resume!” You take Tamlin’s elbow in your hand as he leads you down the grand staircase.

“Thank you,” you say once you get halfway down. There is already a crowd forming at the bottom, likely looking to converse with the High Lord. You’d let them; you had a Vanserra to find.

“Ohh, that was nothing. It made my night more interesting, at that.” He says with a smile. You pause just before the last few steps and turn to him.

“I mean it. Thank you.” He smiles as you reach for his golden mask and pull it from his face, revealing the handsome exterior beneath. You press a small kiss to his cheek, and he lets you go as you once again descend on the crowd to look for Lucien.

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There was only a few dances left, and time was running out. Maybe Lucien left. He did say earlier he didn’t enjoy these things much, right? Or he found them boring? You couldn’t remember. That was unfortunate; maybe he didn’t even see your public display just for him, just to get his attention.

You’d talked with a few faeries in passing while trying to find Lucien, but no matter there you looked, you couldn’t find him anywhere. You were down to the last two songs of the night when you found Tamlin once more.

“You didn’t end up finding him, huh.” He says, sounding a bit dejected himself. You sigh, tossing your mask onto one of the marble stairs and looking down at the floor.

“No… no I didn’t.” You say. Tamlin sighs, and taps his foot.

“Well… there is only one song left after my announcement, and then after that everyone leaves,” he says, trying to sound hopeful. “Think of it this way; at least it’s almost over, and it wasn’t all bad was it? It was at least kind-of fun?” You offer him a sad smile.

“Yes. It was kind-of fun.” He pulls you in for a hug, and you fight to keep the tears from spilling over. All that practice, all those hours, all that work. All you wanted was for one dance with Lucien, just one! And he’s no where to be found. He probably hated you, he wouldn’t even talk to you earlier. You just might have missed your chance.

The song playing ends, and Tamlin releases you, winking before jogging up the stairs once more. Everyone peers up at him, and the room is almost silent.

“The traditional last dance of the masquerade is done by the High Lord and a partner to the Spring Waltz. Everyone is welcome to join, grab a partner and let’s begin one last time for the night shall we?” Applause and cheers ring out, and you almost don’t feel the hand on your shoulder until it taps you once. You spin around to come face-to-face with the copper mask of a fox. It doesn’t take long to see the eyes within, and the red hair flowing behind the wearer’s face. You gasp, and throw your arms around Lucien on instinct.

“Lucien!” You exclaim, your cry muffled in the fabric of his white collar. His hair tickles your forehead as you squeeze tight, his arms wrapping around your waist timidly. “Here you are, finally. I’ve been looking for you!”

“H-hey, uh, Y/N…” he pulls you off of him and your smile falls, replaced with the frustration you’d been feeling all night.

“Ohhh no. Do not even start with me,” You say. He removes his mask, and stares back at you with a raised eye brow.

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ve been looking for you all night!” You squeak. Your hands begin to shake. This is it, this is the moment. “I was trying to find you and I couldn’t, I thought you left and-“

“I didn’t see a point in staying.” He said flatly. You roll your eyes.

“Any why is that?”

“I saw you. Outside.” He says.

You shrug in confusion. “Alright? What do you mean?”

“With. Tamlin.” He says, tone clipped. Your face softens when you realize what he is referring to.

“Oh… oh no that,” you laugh. A muscle twitches in his jaw.

“What is so funny? You kissed him. You quite literally kissed him.” He says, face tight with anger. You smile sweetly at him, happy to know what you feel is reciprocated.

“And… you’re unhappy about it?” You press. He crosses his arms and huffs.

“Are you kidding? Of course I’m unhappy. Why would I like to see the woman I’ve been trying to convince myself I don’t have feelings for, for MONTHS, mind you,” he takes a breath. “…kissing my best friend?”

You only offer him a smile. “That’s why you ordered all those flowers?” He gives you an incredulous look.

“Yeah! I ordered the damn flowers, ok? I wanted to see you - wait, how did you know about that?” His brows knit together. You giggle, and place a hand on his jaw, brushing over it gently.

“Tamlin told me all about it, after we figured out we’re just friends. Only, friends.” You clarify. His face softens, hope filling his eyes. A small smile creeps onto his face, as one of his hands finds your waist. You let out a small gasp as his gaze meets yours.

“You still owe me a favor.” You don’t roll your eyes this time.

“Mhm…” You nod. “What do you want?” He takes your other hand in his, the fit perfect.

“Dance with me.”

Your heart leaps as he guides you to the very middle of the room, the song only just beginning. The other fae seem to part like the sea, leaving the floor open for you. Lucien’s grip on your waist is firm, and heat flushes your cheeks. Subconsciously, you’ve been dreaming of a moment like this. A moment so perfect, you feel like a queen in a royal dress, dancing with your prince. His other hand clasps yours, bent at the elbow, and he begins moving. You almost begin to worry, you hadn’t danced with him before and you didn’t want to mess anything up. It was, after all, the last dance of the evening.

“Follow my lead,” he says quietly. You smile up at him, finding his stare already upon you. He guides you back and forth, the intricate combination of footwork flowing so easily between the two of you. As the melody ramps up, he dips you low, twirls you around, and holds you close to him. Neither of you notice the dance floor clearing, making way for the two of you who are far more intriguing to watch than any other pairs who were dancing along before. Tamlin watches in satisfaction from the top of the staircase above.

You break eye contact for just a moment, and catch the sight of almost every High Fae staring back at you. You’re instantly insecure; it wasn’t meant to be like this, and you felt bad for embarrassing Lucien by putting him out here on the spot with a lesser faerie this way.

“Lucien,” you whisper. He grins at you, sweeping you to the left. “I think everyone’s staring at you.” You say. He chuckles, letting go of your hand to place both hands on your waist now. You try to keep your breathing steady.

“Trust me,” he says, leaning impossibly close and dipping you low once more toward the ground. His lips almost touch yours as excited whispers emit from the crowd around you. “…they’re all looking at you.”

You continue the waltz, finishing with a curtsy and an uproar of cheering around you. Tamlin announced the end of the ball, and everyone begins to file out of the ballroom, milling about and continuing conversations about the night while seeing themselves on their way.

Lucien’s hand finds the small of your back, and it feels like electricity shoots through you from where his skin meets the fabric of your dress. “Mind if I see to it that you make it to your carriage safely?” You smirk at him.

“What happened to the sassy, arrogant male I met just a few months ago?” He scoffs, pulling you into him and beginning the walk to the front of the estate. It isn’t until you’re halfway down the front staircase that he stops, ending up one step lower than you. He turns and takes both of your hands in his, thumbs slowly rubbing circles into the backs of your palms.

“It seems we’ve been here before,” you begin.

“I think last time, you threw petunias at me.” He says, and you laugh.

“Peonies!” You correct, simmering to a giggle. He smiles, an open mouth smile that you have grown to love. The circles on your hands stop, and his smile grows into something else. Something more as he pulls you closer to him, hands now playing with the seams on your dress and running up and down your sides.

“You have the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard Y/N.” He says. You feel as through air is between each of your bones; you’re weightless, you’re on a cloud. He looks you up and down, slowly dragging his eyes from the bottom of your skirts to where he meets your eyes again, and finally settling on your lips. “I didnt mind being your fake date to the ball, but…” he laughs nervously. “I think we could be something more. If that’s what you want, anyway.”

You have to fight the urge to cling to him and kiss him all night long.

Instead, you place a hand on his jawline, your thumb running across his bottom lip. His eyes widen, then grow dark with need. The tangly feeling in your stomach feels like wet noodles being pulled from boiling water, and being straightened out one by one. Finally, it’s all becoming clear.

Cauldron, please just kiss me Y/N.

You swear you can hear his voice in your head. Playing along, you try answering it.

It’s all I want to do. It’s all I’ve wanted for months from you, Lucien.

His eyes grow wide. “Are you serious?” He asks. You drop your hand, but his don’t leave your sides.

“You… you can hear me?” You ask.

“In my head yes, like you’re speaking aloud.” He answers. Just like that, you both feel everything making sense all at once. Those twisty, weird feelings aren’t so twisty anymore. They’re clear, defined, and no longer leaving you feeling unsettled.

As soon as the bond snaps into place, Lucien looks so happy he could cry. A tear actually falls freely down your cheek, a happy laugh escaping your lips. Lucien takes the opportunity to pull you close and crash his lips onto yours. The short scruff tickles your soft skin, and you tangle your hands in his hair. His hands pull you to him, settling on your lower back and stroking up and down as his lips move against yours. He tastes like cinnamon and vanilla; you can’t get enough of it. The feeling inside you — the bond — only growing more taught with each passing moment you are connected with one another. Finally breaking the kiss, Lucien pulls back to rest his forehead against yours, and you jump as a soft crackling sounds overhead.

Beams of light steam through the sky, firework after firework exploding in an array of colors for everyone to see. Lucien pulls you close to his chest, kissing the top of your head as you watch the wondrous pops of color overhead. His arms wrap around your waist as he stands behind you, and you watch until the last one sprays across the night sky. The masquerade attendees clap, and you join in too. Many of the fae take that as a final que to leave, and you do the same.

“I suppose I’ll be coming around the estate more often to see my mate?” You ask, the last word so foreign on your tongue. Foreign, but pleasant. Comforting. Lucien plants another kiss on your lips, spinning you around and cupping your face in his hands.

“You can do anything and everything you please; I’m all yours.”

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[nicolesainz]

Fearless (BC 21)

Ben Chilwell x reader

Prompt : it’s Valentine’s Day and the new Chelsea video gave me inspo

warnings: tooth rotting fluff

“Cause I don’t know how it gets better than this, you take my hand and…AH!” I feel someone nudging me out of nowhere, while I was doing free kicks on the pitch.

“What are you listening to there?” Reece smirks at me, knowing my full-blown obsession with Taylor Swift.

“Since you already know, why do you ask?” I roll my eyes at him

“Because instead of singing lovey-dovey songs, you should go up to him and talk” he grabs my phone and shuts Spotify off

“uh hey! Rude!” I take my phone back and shove it in my jackets pocket

“Come on, Y/N. It’s better to talk than just simply sit here and keep looking at him. Plus, you don’t know what’s going to happen! Maybe something good!”

“Or, things could go completely horrible and he will hate me for the rest of my life” I panic just at the thought of talking to Ben.

I mean, of course I talk to Ben. It’s not like I avoid him completely. I’m m just getting all shy and nervous around him, whilst things doesn’t occur with Kai, Mason or Reece.

Ben is different. He’s the first guy I met when I signed for Chelsea. We arrived at the team the same time. 2 years ago. I knew Reece before signing for Chelsea, so practically Ben was my first interaction with a Chelsea player.

He may not seem as energetic or enthusiastic like Mason is, but I guarantee you, he is extremely fun, sweet and charming! Always cares about everyone and wants to help whenever he can and is possible.

But the reason I fell for him, isn’t one of these. During the first outing of the two teams, everybody was drunk. Barely could think straight. We decided to play truth or dare. Me, the fool I was, thinking it would be an innocent game, decided to play.

Flashback, 2020

“Guys guys, hush now. My turn” Jorginho tried to calm everyone down, wanting for this turn to finally come.

After a few seconds everyone was silent, focused on what he was about to say

“Who to pick. Who to pick. AHA! Y/N!” Uh oh, I thought to myself. This wouldn’t end well

“Truth or dare. And please say dare! You’ve been saying truth all night. Be more active” he complained, to which, my cheeks turned red and so did Ben.

“She can do whatever she wants. It’s a damn game. If she doesn’t feel comfortable doing anything, she won’t!” Ben sharply replied to his teammate and earned a lot of “ohh’s” and “wow’s” by the other people in the room.

“Uh, I’ll do dare. It’s alright Ben! Don’t worry” I looked at him with a sympathetic smile on my face.

“FINALLY! Okay um” he pauses for a moment, trying to think on what he wanted me to do as a task. His eyes darted back and forth between a bottle of vodka and Ben. Finally, his last look was focused on his teammate. Crap.

“Okay, so, I dare you to play ‘7 minutes in heaven’ with Ben” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. It would have been so embarrassing.

Ben and I looked at each other. His eyes were talking with mine, trying to get a message through. Thankfully, we got up and left the room, being applauded by everyone else. I wanted a hole to open underneath me and disappear.

Ben guided me to one of Pulisic’s guest rooms, since he was the one hosting the party. He found the key and locked the door, so we wouldn’t have any unexpected visitors.

“Look, 7 minutes in heaven is a very tricky and risky game so we won’t do that. I won’t allow it. I don’t wanna do this to you. Put you in a situation you may feel uncomfortable.” He explained with a soft look, comforting me.

“Oh okay. We will do whatever you want, I don’t have a problem really” I reply quietly with my head lowered.

“All I want for you, is to once do whatever you want and not listen to others. If you wanted to say ‘truth’ at the game, you could have said so! No one should force you to do anything you don’t feel like to” his fingers under my chin, lifted it up, so I could look deeply into his eyes.

I wonder if you know. I’m trying so hard, not to get caught up now…

His eyes were sparkling under the light of the moon that was coming inside the room. The whole house went quiet. Everything around me stopped.

I felt Ben’s thumb caressing my lower lip, whilst his other arm was tangled with mine. My heart was beating faster than any other moment in my life. Not even when scoring, I haven’t felt like this.

“Do I have your permission to kiss you?” He leaned a tad forward as he was waiting for my answer. A rational me would have probably said no, but the drunken me wanted to feel alive.

I nodded my head as I left a soft “yes” escape my mouth. This could have been louder if I wasn’t so addicted to the way he was looking at me.

Ben’s lips were perfectly attached to mine. It wasn’t rushed or lusty. It was sweet and genuine. We poured all our emotions to it until there weren’t any left.

End of flashback

“For the love of god, go talk to him. Why are you being so pessimistic?” Mason whined in my ear as we were walking towards the meeting room.

“I will talk to him whenever it feels right. It’s my own decision”

“Oh great! So around never? Because it’s already been two years Y/N!” He lightly shouted, which made the people walking in front of us turn around.

Kepa, Marcus and Ben all turned their heads to look at a worried Mason screaming at me and nervousness started kicking in.

Ben looked at me with a confused look “All aright here, mate?” Asked his fellow footballer

“Yes he’s of course. I was looking for you two, I need to speak with you. Would you mind Chilly?” Mason wrapped his arms around Kepa and Marcus’s shoulders and led them away from me and Ben.

“Why was he yelling? Did he do something to you?” his voice was full of concern

“Oh no no! Just having a heated discussions that’s all” I could even look Ben in the eyes.

“Who does he want you to talk to?” That question caught me off guard.

“A guy, but right now it’s not important” I said quickly, wanting to move on from this topic.

“Oh a guy! Do I happen to know him?”

“Maybe” great! I should have stayed silent.

“I’m sorry for interfering. It seems like you don’t want to share more, so I will stop asking” Ben walked in a faster pace than before.

My hands shake, I’m not usually this way but you pull me in and I’m a little more brave

“Wait Ben! Please stop!” I shout and he stops at his tracks.

“Why have you been avoiding me Y/N? Have I done something to you?” why do all his questions catch me off guard today?

“I love you, okay?” I blurt out, squeezing my eyes shut, not wanting to see his possibly frightened reaction.

“Y/N. Can you please open your eyes?”

I do as he says immediately

“Why didn’t you say so earlier darling?” wait what?

“What do you mean by that?”

“It means that I love you too, actually had for quite some time. And it hurt me to death, seeing you avoid me and only hanging out with Mason and Reece” Ben confessed and the feeling I had in my stomach two years ago when we were alone, came back.

“If I could, I would smile like a fangirl but I’m too shocked right now” I say lightly chucking

“Then I want to see you smile love. All the time”

“Ben, I am so sorry for avoiding you. I truly didn’t want to hurt you in any way!”

“I think you just made up for all the pain I was feeling. And please, never leave me alone again”

“Never chilly. Never”

[beyourownanchor6]

thanks for the tags @loveyourownsmiilee @imsupposedtobewritting @prettyboyandthekid 💙💖

Name: kel

Star Sign: leo/virgo (fun fact, my bday falls on the cusp)

Height: 5'4" & 1/2

Time: 11: 26am

Birthday: august 23rd 🥳

Favorite bands/artists: taylor swift, amber run, imagine dragons, halsey, hollow coves, nothing but thieves, one republic, PVRIS, olivia rodrigo

Last Movie: where the crawdads sing

Last Show: the wilds (almost caught up!)

When did I create this blog: no idea, maybe like 2011?? idk i didn’t start using it until a couple years ago

What I post: 9-1-1/buddie, fics, edits, other ships and whatever else i can cram onto my blog 😅 (literally what my bio says lmao)

Last Thing I Googled: who is the highest ranking officer in the coast guard? (for the coastguard au 😁)

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Instruments: i’m not that talented 😆

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Dream trip: i’ve always wanted to go to italy. or i can be real basic and say disneyland bc the last time i went i was 7 so i don’t remember much

Nationality: american

Favorite songs: umm idk too many lol. i’ll just put the one i’m currently obsessed with which is higher by blanks

Last book I’ve read: rwrb….i’m still on chapter 3 😭 (buddie fics have me in a chokehold)

Top 3 fictional universes I’d like to live in: 9–1-1 obvs, teen wolf or stranger things would be cool too, or any MCU

tagging: @buddiextarlos @swiftiediaz @mansikkaomenabanaani @confetti-cupcake @chimneymistergayhan @constructiononsunset @djdangerlove @prettyboyandthekid @onward--upward @justsmilestuffhappens @blaidddrwg1982 @panicatthediaz @leigh553

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Cold Day in Hell - Part 3

Logan Delos x Reader

A/N: This does not completely follow canon, it’s mainly lemon zest 🍋 because the world needs more Logan Delos. (Song mentioned is ‘I Knew You Were Trouble’ by Taylor Swift)

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

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(My GIF)

You lifted Logan’s arm off you and scooted out of the bed at the speed of light, and stood beside it looking down at him. He, meanwhile, had stretched himself out like a big cat right across the bed and was grinning lazily up at you.

“Awww, sweetheart - you spoiled my fun!”

Turning on your heel, saying nothing, you headed to the bathroom and locked the door. You hopped into the shower, praying that he’d have taken the hint and left by the time you emerged. Taking your time, you blow-dried your hair a little and smoothed on the expensive, famous brand body lotion provided by the hotel. Wrapping yourself in one of the hotel’s fluffy bathrobes and picking up your clothes, you cautiously opened the bathroom door and walked into the room.

Logan was still on the bed. In fact, he was now in the bed and had pulled the covers over himself up to his waist, his clothes in a pile on the floor. All of his clothes.

His head turned towards you, his eyes meeting yours and he folded his arms across his bare chest. “You’ve been ages in there, sweetheart. And I needta use the restroom so badly!” He dramatically threw back the bedcovers and you turned away like a flash, squeezing your eyes closed before you got an eyeful.

You felt soft huffs of breath on your neck and Logan whispered, “Oh good, you’re naked too. Well, underneath that robe you are.” You felt long fingers slowly moving the neckline of your robe aside and you clutched at the fabric, pulling it tightly closed. “Logan…. will you please just fuck off!” The fingers left your robe and you heard a deep chuckle, “I’ll only be a few minutes, darlin’, then we can continue this conversation back in bed.”

A thought quickly whizzed through your brain that you’d just told your company’s biggest client to fuck off, but really - he was too much.

The second you heard the bathroom door close, you raced to the wardrobe and pulled out the skirt and blouse you’d decided to wear that day. Grabbing your lingerie, you got dressed in record time and were just doing up the last of your blouse buttons when you heard the door opening again, and quickly shut your eyes again in anticipation of a naked Logan appearing in front of you.

“Ohh, really? You got dressed? It’s too early for that, sweetheart - it’s only 5 am. Take ‘em off and we’ll go back to bed,” you heard, his voice seductive. “Absolutely not, Logan,” you snapped back, “and put your damn clothes back on!”

He gave an exaggerated sigh, “Oh my, you are absolutely no fun at all!” Trying to move away from him, eyes still closed, you came in contact with a toned torso and leapt back from him as if you’d been burned. You banged into the table behind you and a pair of arms instantly went round you. “Careful, angel.” You tried to shove away from him and made the mistake of opening your eyes. Logan tightened his hold on you and his dark espresso eyes were gazing into yours. You didn’t look down but he was pressing his very healthy erection against your lower abdomen and he leant in towards you, lips millimetres away from yours.

Suddenly, you realised you’d parted your lips slightly in anticipation of him kissing you. But he released you, turning quickly away (you trying not to look at that tight ass, really trying) and heading back to his clothes pile. He grabbed them up and headed into the bathroom, saying over his shoulder, “Don’t mind if I use your shower, angel, do you?” The door closed behind him.

Relieved, you thought, ‘Well, I think I managed to handle that okay. Didn’t I?” You weren’t absolutely sure that you had, but whatever.

You settled back in one of the chairs and switched on the TV. Busy channel-hopping to find something worth your attention, you suddenly heard a loud guttural moan issuing forth from the man in the bathroom.

Okayyyy, well… that sounded like he’d managed to handle it himself.

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Logan was under the shower, vigorously soaping his body and humming a tune as he did so. It didn’t take too long for his hand to stray down onto his erection and he began stroking. Soon, he leant back against the tiled shower wall as he increased his pace, firmly pulling and squeezing his length before he came with a loud groan. Hope she heard that, he grinned to himself.

The first part of his plan hadn’t gone too badly. He’d got a lot closer to her already but this was him just getting into his stride. He was well aware he had to be careful not to overstep, but… he’d seen the way her lips had parted when she thought he was going to kiss her, so he was going to continue tiptoeing up to the line before stepping quickly back. He had a gut feeling that was the way to go.

He’d make her beg him for it before he was finished.

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As you gathered up your spare handouts and the rest of your stuff at the end of the first investor meeting, you had to admit that you and Logan had worked extremely well together. Neither of you had rehearsed how to approach the meetings past what information you were going to cover, but you’d ended up being a bit of a double act. In fact the two of you had received a round of applause at the end of it.

Logan strolled round the conference table to stand next to you and looking up at him, yet again his sheer magnetism made you catch your breath. You looked down quickly, packing the remaining folders away into your document bag. “That went really well, you were fabulous.” “Thanks Logan, so were you.” As you met his gaze again, he smirked, “Well, I keep trying to show you just how fabulous I am, but you keep shutting me down.”

You opened your mouth to reply but he said quickly, “Just have dinner with me.”

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Logan was feeling very happy with himself. She’d agreed to have dinner with him albeit reluctantly, and he was back in the shower, working shampoo through his hair before rinsing it out and enthusiastically shaking his head to and fro. He started singing “I Knew You Were Trouble”, lovingly stroking and winking at his resting manhood before pouring a generous amount of shower gel into his hand and rubbing it over his body.

Strings pulled, he’d managed to get a table at SkyCity, and he had a really good feeling about tonight. Once she saw the view from the top of the Space Needle and had sipped a few glasses of premium champagne, surely he could charm her into his bed? With a confident spring in his step, he dried himself with one of the big fluffy towels, still singing.

“'𝒞𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃

𝒮𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌

𝐹𝓁𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝐼'𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃

'𝒯𝒾𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃, 𝑜𝒽

𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃

𝒮𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜𝓌

𝐹𝓁𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝓁𝒶𝒸𝑒𝓈 𝐼'𝒹 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃

𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝐼'𝓂 𝓁𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹

𝒪𝒽, 𝑜𝒽, 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒

𝒪𝒽, 𝑜𝒽, 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒, 𝓉𝓇𝑜𝓊𝒷𝓁𝑒”

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Laying back in the bath, you swirled your fingers through the fragrant foam on the water’s surface and wondered how long it would take Logan to make his move. Because you knew, as night follows day, that he would hit on you tonight. You weren’t fooled by his earlier tease of almost kissing you. Even if - annoyingly - you knew you would have given in to it if he had. You guessed he’d probably try that approach again to entrap you. Picking up a big handful of foam, you blew it off your palm into the air and groaned.

The handsome big devil! Why did he always have to look so fucking hot?!

Another groan left your lips. You were going to have to firstly be on your guard big time, and secondly - and more importantly - stay in control of your own damn self!

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The view was spectacular. The meal was delicious, the champagne flowed and so did the conversation between the two of you. You ended up telling him way more than you’d originally meant to, how you’d had to fight your parents every step of the way to study your chosen subject - they wanted you to be a doctor or a lawyer and had eventually refused to contribute anything towards your education fees. How you still had a slightly frosty relationship with them, especially as your younger brother had gone on to become a doctor and therefore - irrespective of the fact that you’d earned many awards within your field and your salary was double what he made - little brother was perfection personified as far as your parents were concerned.

Logan had snorted as he’d sipped his champagne when you’d said that, and went on to tell you some choice items about James, ‘Daddy Dearest’ as he called him. How he and Juliet had eventually forced him into retirement, and he’d also made some cryptic comments about his ex brother-in-law and something which had happened in Westworld. He’d quickly changed the subject and recounted various other exploits of his while there, eyes sparkling with mischievousness as he mentioned heists and orgies. And the hosts. He told you all about the hosts.

“Sounds like you spend a lot of time with them, Logan,” you commented, strangely jealous of these robots for some reason. He shrugged, “That’s what they’re there for,” smiling at you, “no strings, y’know? No consequences.” You sat back in your chair, “And I guess that appeals to you? Like, a lot.” Logan crossed one long leg over another and also relaxed back in his chair, “I never lie, so the answer’s yes. Yeah, it did. No hassle whatsoever, what’s not to like?” His gaze locked in on you, “Until now, that is.”

You met his eyes, “And what’s different now?” “Maybe I want some strings. A little hassle, some consequences.” Laughing, you sipped your drink, “Really? I’m not sure you do.” He leant forward, “But I do, sweetheart. Because I want you.” You’d just taken another drink and nearly choked as you burst out laughing, “Oh Logan. No…. you don’t want me, you just want a quick fuck. And I’m not up for that in case you hadn’t noticed.” Logan looked offended for a second, then his usual confident look reappeared on his face. “How do you know what I want? If I wasn’t serious, why am I hanging around doing my best to win you over? I’ll be honest with you, I don’t usually need to try too hard, if at all.”

You burst out laughing, “Exactly my point! This is a novelty for you, that’s all. You’ll soon tire of it when you don’t get anywhere and then off you’ll go to an easier lay.” He shook his head, “No, that’s not the case. And who says I won’t get anywhere? Once I set my heart on something, I’ll go all out till I get it. And right now, that means you, angel.” “I’m not a commodity, Logan! I’m not something to acquire and then move quickly on from.” A lazy smile graced his lips, “Oh I know you’re not, sweetheart, believe me. That’s my point. I’m not about to move on.”

You looked across at him sceptically, “Uh-huh. Sure you’re not, Logan.” He leant back in his chair once more, a seductive smile on his face and dark eyes boring into yours, “Okay, let me ask you something. Do you think I’m hot?” Hesitating, you stalled by picking up your glass but his hand landed on yours, stopping you from raising it to your lips. “Nah, no drinking till you answer me.” He says he never lies, you thought, and I don’t think he does so I’ll return the favour. “Okay… yes, I think you’re hot.” He nodded, looking too smug for your liking so you carried on, “But in saying that, I wouldn’t get involved with you because of your rep.”

He nodded once more, a little disappointment now evident, “Yeah, don’t worry! - I definitely got that vibe. But leaving that aside, if you didn’t know all about me and my rep, answer me this. Would you have slept with me if we’d gone out on a date?” You could feel your face heating up and giving you away, so you admitted, “Yes, I would have. You’re hot, Logan, like I said.”

A big grin on his face, he picked up his glass and held it out so you’d clink yours with his. “That’s all I wanted to hear, sweetheart. I’ve got something to work with now.”

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Back at the hotel, Logan walked you to your room and as you stopped outside your door, thanking him for a lovely evening, he suddenly slid a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you towards him. His mouth found yours and he kissed you, lazily, sensually. You felt yourself melting into it, you couldn’t help it. My god does he know how to kiss, screamed your brain.

His lips left yours and you heard him whisper next to your ear, “I’ll show you that I can be different, that I’m not an asshole.” Your hand was on his chest and you could feel his rapid heartbeat. Your own was mirroring it, and you almost caved right there and then.

He stepped back from you, a finger trailing along your jaw, “Sweet dreams, angel. I’ll see you in the morning.”

You watched him walk down the corridor to his own room, and knew you were feeling nothing but regret.

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Logan flicked on the TV with the remote and lay back on his pillows, naked, lifting his glass of whiskey and sipping. He was slowly but surely knocking down those walls of hers, he could tell. He’d felt it when he kissed her, she’d relaxed against him and slid her hands onto his neck and chest.

He was really surprising himself, if he was being honest. Never would he have hung on this long before if someone wouldn’t put out. He supposed that was one big disadvantage of fucking all those hosts, they never said no. And let’s be truthful, in real life people didn’t say no to him either. So he’d never really had to handle rejection before (apart from in his relationship with his darling father of course, but that was a whole other story). He sipped again; perhaps this was why he’d fallen for this new, intriguing, beautiful woman. She told him ‘No’, she wasn’t interested in his status, his money or what she could gain from him either in self-publicity or luxurious celebrity lifestyle.

And that was refreshing. Very refreshing. He was going to carry on with his battle plan, he would not give up until he’d won this woman, this prize. And no, he wasn’t regarding her as an object to be won, like a huge teddy bear in a carnival sideshow. They’d spent a fantastic evening together and he was feeling more and more of a connection with her. He sensed that she had the power to make his life better, to care for him, to bring meaning to his existence. Which scared the fucking crap out of him but it was what it was. He couldn’t stop himself feeling that way, so he’d just go with the flow and see what happened.

He was getting hard thinking about her and his hand slid down onto his cock. ‘Mmm, yeah, a little attention’s required here’, he thought to himself. He began working himself, stroking and squeezing, and soon he was scrabbling for a tissue from the box next to him on the bedside table. He bunched it up around the head of his cock and not a moment too soon. With a loud groan, he came almost immediately into it, expertly catching all of his come in the tissue cocoon he’d created. He wiped the tip and then the rest of his length and screwed up the damp tissue, tossing it into the nearest bin before sighing and relaxing back on his pillows again.

That… helped, but it didn’t satisfy him. Not properly. He needed her for that.

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Lying awake, your mind was dwelling entirely on what you could have been doing if you’d invited Logan into your room, as you’d so nearly done. A vision of him on top of you, your legs wrapped round his hips. Or you on top of him, riding him like a pony. His hands on your hips, thrusting up into you, his face flushed and contorted with passion.

You shot up in bed. Okay, you were going to have to stop your brain from thinking. Not even wanting to touch yourself, you knew that wouldn’t do it for you when all you desired was Logan. Him. And that body of his.

A drink? Should you have a drink? It might help calm your restlessness. But to be honest, no - you knew it wouldn’t. There was only one thing which you knew would definitely help.

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Logan was half-asleep, beginning to drift off into dreams of what he’d like to do to her if he ever got her into his bed. Dream Logan had just begun to lick her nipples when there was a knock at the door. What? Another knock, louder this time. He groggily realised that there was actually someone knocking and got up, grabbing his bathrobe from a chair and shrugging into it as he went to the door and opened it.

It was her. His dream woman. But in reality. Also dressed in a bathrobe and looking at him like he was an oasis in the desert.

She brushed past him and walked in, closing and locking the door behind her. Logan was truly dumbfounded by this turn of events. She stopped in front of him, untying the belt of his bathrobe a little, before lightly placing her hands on his chest. She gazed up into his wide and amazed eyes, playing with the hairs in between his pecs and running her fingers even further down to his money trail. His stomach muscles tensed involuntarily and then she was pushing him backwards, and when he reached the bed she shoved him hard.

Logan fell backwards onto it when the back of his knees hit the mattress, his feet still on the floor, longs legs bent, propping himself up on his elbows and looking at her in amazement. She reached for the belt of his robe again, kneeling down between his legs as she did so and his lips parted, his breath catching. Was she… was she really going to…? The belt fell loose and his robe fell open. She gazed with desire and appreciation at Logan’s erect length, then her fingers were on his tip. His hips jolted upwards and she began squeezing him and stroking her fingers round it, and he saw precum beginning to trickle out as he lay there watching her take him in hand. She gave him a sudden and extra firm squeeze while her other hand took hold of his balls and he yelped, like a damn dog.

Logan couldn’t believe he’d lost control of this situation, but it seemed that he absolutely had. He opened his mouth to speak, but she immediately put a finger to his lips.

“Not a word, Delos. Not one. Single. Fucking. Word.”

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@obscurilicious @theshadowkingsqueen

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[arcadia-city-stories-if]

Ros as songs from folklore by taylor?

Ok so I did NOT think this was gonna work lol. I'd heard a couple of songs before but I've never been into Taylor Swift so I was skeptical that I'd be able to answer this one, but I do love it when y'all set me homework so I went off for a listen and... actually they kinda work lol.

I can't say for what or why, not all of them would relate directly to the romance route with MC. but they all have at least one song that I was all 'ohh shit that's actually kinda cool' about.

So!

Murphy - Exile

All this time I never learned to read your mind (Never learned to read my mind) I couldn't turn things around (You never turned things around) 'Cause you never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs) So many signs, so many signs You didn't even see the signs

I think I've seen this film before And I didn't like the ending You're not my homeland anymore So what am I defending now? You were my town Now I'm in exile, seein' you out I think I've seen this film before So I'm leavin' out the side door

Shae - Peace

And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences Sit with you in the trenches Give you my wild, give you a child Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other

But there's robbers to the east, clowns to the west I'd give you my sunshine, give you my best But the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me

But I'm a fire, and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come All these people think love's for show But I would die for you in secret The devil's in the details, but you got a friend in me Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Callie - Mirrorball

I want you to know I'm a mirrorball I'll show you every version of yourself tonight I'll get you out on the floor Shimmering beautiful And when I break it's in a million pieces

Hush When no one is around, my dear You'll find me on my tallest tiptoes Spinning in my highest heels, love Shining just for you

I'm still a believer but I don't know why I've never been a natural All I do is try, try, try I'm still on that trapeze I'm still trying everything To keep you looking at me

Toni - Cardigan

But I knew you Dancin' in your Levi's Drunk under a streetlight, I I knew you Hand under my sweatshirt Baby, kiss it better, I

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan Under someone's bed You put me on and said I was your favorite

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs The smell of smoke would hang around this long 'Cause I knew everything when I was young I knew I'd curse you for the longest time

Chasin' shadows in the grocery line I knew you'd miss me once the thrill expired And you'd be standin' in my front porch light And I knew you'd come back to me.

Claude/Claudia - Lakes

Is it romantic how all my elegies eulogize me? I'm not cut out for all these cynical clones These hunters with cell phones

I want auroras and sad prose I want to watch wisteria grow right over my bare feet 'Cause I haven't moved in years And I want you right here A red rose grew up out of ice frozen ground With no one around to tweet it While I bathe in cliffside pools With my calamitous love and insurmountable grief

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die I don't belong, and my beloved, neither do you Those Windermere peaks look like a perfect place to cry I'm setting off, but not without my muse No, not without you

[didnt-want-to-be-a-halfblood]

Kitten Me This

Heyyyy, so I know some people that have weak wifi connection and can’t access Ao3 so I decided to post my fic here, too.

Summary: "No, no, you don't understand. Lou..." Will took a deep breath, petting the cat gingerly as if afraid it would suddenly shatter in his hands. "This is Nico."

"Nico... di Angelo? Your boyfriend, Nico? Son of Hades? That Nico?"

"Yes! That Nico! He's been turned into a cat!"

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"Lou! LOUUU!" Shouted Will as he practically broke down the door to the Hecate cabin.

"What??" Lou Ellen opened the door, irritation evident on her face. Her dark hair was rumpled, and her winged eyeliner was slightly smudged on one side as if she'd just woken up from a mid-afternoon nap. "You do realize that this cabin is built with magical stones? If you dislodged one with all your yelling and banging-"

"Yes, I could explode or turn into a tree- That's not important!" He moved past her and collapsed dramatically onto the nearest bed. "This is an emergency! Look!" He lifted up a small bundle of black fur.

"What's that?" Lou Ellen stepped closer to examine the bundle. The fur twitched and two brown eyes looked back at her. "A kitten? Did you bother me during meditation-"

"You weren't meditating, you were sleeping-"

"-To try and get me to take care of this scruffy thing? Will, my cabin is too dangerous to house an animal like this. It'd be getting into potions, ruining spells, and my younger siblings will try and do transformation experiments on it. Leave it here and it'll be a piglet by tomorrow."

"No, no, you don't understand. Lou..." Will took a deep breath, petting the cat gingerly as if afraid it would suddenly shatter in his hands. "This is Nico."

"Nico... di Angelo? Your boyfriend, Nico? Son of Hades? That Nico?"

"Yes! That Nico! He's been turned into a cat!" Will set the kitten on the bed, and the little guy stretched before laying down, curling up into a perfect little fuzzy black circle. It was admittedly a super cute cat.

"Are you sure that's Nico?" Lou Ellen hesitantly reached out to pet the kitten. Immediately, the cat perked its head up and hissed at her. It wasn't particularly scary, but she got the message: No touching.

"It's okay, Nico." Will cooed. "This is Lou Ellen? Remember her? She's our friend." He gently ran his fingers through its fur and cat-Nico began to purr softly.

"Okay, maybe he is Nico." She admitted. "What happened, exactly?"

Will shrugged, "We were sitting by the campfire, just talking! And I was like 'Oh, by the way I was thinking instead of going to normal lunch today maybe we could go someplace special to celebrate our anniversary.' And I searched through my bag to find my coupons for 'Benedetta's Pasta' which is this Italian pasta place in New York, and okay yeah it's not the fanciest pasta place in the world, but they do have a guy who knows how to play Taylor Swift songs on accordion and-"

"William. Focus." Lou Ellen snapped her fingers. "The longer this takes the harder it could be to transform him back."

"RIght! Uh, and when I looked up Nico was gone! And this little guy was sitting on the log, just staring at me!"

"You didn't see anything else?"

"No, I was looking for coupons."

"No magic sparks or incantations or flashes of light?"

"No, I was busy looking for coupons!!"

"Will, there's only so much I can do if I don't know how he turned into a cat. He needs the same kind of magic used to transform him into this to transform him back."

"Oh gods." Will put his head in his hands. "You're the most powerful, talented sorcerer we have at camp. If you can't do it then it's hopeless." Will sniffed as if beginning to cry.

Lou Ellen sighed. "You really think I'm the most powerful?"

"And smart, too." Will pouted up at her, hitting her with puppy-dog eyes. "If anyone can figure out how to save Nico, it's you."

"Ugh, fine. Alright. Let's talk to the satyrs and nymphs. They can talk to animals. Maybe Nico himself can tell us what happened."

So, the daughter of Hecate and the son of Apollo walked through the forest until they wound up by the riverbank. All things considered, it was a beautiful day. Hopefully the day was perfect enough that all the nymphs would be in a good mood and willing to help. Will stepped forward and cleared his throat.

"Hi! Hello! Um, I was wondering if someone could help us? We're trying to communicate with this cat." Will lifted the black kitten above his head like baby Simba in the Lion King movie.

No response.

"Please?" Will tried again. "He's actually my boyfriend and I'd really like him to not be a cat anymore by the end of the day, y'know? Isn't there anyone here who knows what it's like to be in love? To have that love taken away from you?"

No response. No movement. The trees and bushes and plant life didn't say a word.

Lou Ellen put a comforting hand on his shoulder and smiled sweetly. "Why don't you let me try?"

"Sure."

"Hey!" Lou Ellen shouted harshly. "Listen up! This here is a child of Apollo! If someone doesn't give us five minutes of their time then he's going to start reciting some of his dad's greatest poems of the 20th century! And Apollo wrote a lot of haikus in the 80s." It was definitely spoken as a threat.

The trees and bushes began to rustle as if talking with one another. Will nodded to Lou Ellen in approval. They waited for about two minutes before she spoke again.

"Okay, Will! That's it! From the top, the poetry reading begins now! Don't say I didn't warn you all-"

"Wait!" Juniper hastily walked toward them. "I'm here! It's okay, everyone. I'm here now!"

"Hey, Juniper!" Will smiled, happy to see a friendly face. "What's up?"

"Will." She smiled back. "I was just out talking to Rosemary. She needed relationship advice." Then her voice dropped to a whisper. "A lot of shrubs are envious of my stable relationship with Grover. They find most satyrs to be... unreliable in showing consistent affection. Grover and I? We're the satyr-nymph power couple. I'm kind of like the local marriage counselor nowadays."

"And I'm sure you're wonderful at it." Will said sincerely. "Can you talk to cats?"

"Hmm, well, my feline might be a little rusty. We mostly get squirrels and birds out here, but I'll see what I can do!"

"That's all I ask." Will leaned down and carefully set cat-Nico on the ground. The kitten curiously sniffed at the grass.

"Cute little guy." Juniper grinned. "Tell me little one, what's your name? How did you come to be like this?" The cat gave a little meow-squeak in response. "I see..."

"What?" Will looked back and forth between Juniper and his feline boyfriend. "Does he not remember who he is?"

"They go by the title 'The Ruler of All Darkness.' Claims to have come to the mortal realm to 'incite fear into my enemies.'"

"Nico is always so dramatic..."

"You're one to talk." Lou Ellen rolled her eyes.

"Juniper, can you ask him if he remembers me?"

Juniper asked.

"'Yes, the one who smells of sunshine. Indeed, he is tolerable.' And... something about being worried you're going to abandon it?"

"What, just because he's a cat now? Nico, I would never!" Will leaned down and let the kitten nuzzle his hand. "Neeks, we're going to change you back. And- and if for some reason we can't, that's... that's okay. Alright? You'll stay with me, you'll be the most pampered and taken care of cat in the whole world. You..." Will got choked up at this point. "So what if the love of my life is a cat now? So what if... if... We can't do any of the things we planned to do together? So what if at the most you'll only live to be another twenty years?" Will started actively sobbing. "I won't abandon you. Ever. I'm sorry, Neeks. I should've payed attention. I should've stopped this from happening. I should've-"

"It's okay, WIll." Lou Ellen hugged him. "Shh, it's okay. Maybe we still don't know how to change him back yet, but we will. I promise."

Will leaned into her and cried. "This is all my fault."

Juniper joined in on the hug. "I can ask around and see if any of the nymphs saw what happened. We have eyes and ears everywhere, surely someone saw something..."

And who knows how long Will would've kept crying when suddenly they all froze at the sound of a familiar voice.

"There you are!" Nico's voice rang out from behind them. "Will, I've been looking everywhere for you!"

They turned slowly to face a very human, very not-a-cat Nico di Angelo. He was dressed in a nicely tailored suit and his hair had been neatly brushed. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, but they were beginning to wilt as Nico's anxiousness caused them to decay.

"Why... why is everyone crying?" Nico awkwardly tugged on his suit. "Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

"Nico! You're- you're human!" Will stood up, glancing down at the kitten.

"How nice of you to notice." Nico said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.

"No, I mean..." Will frantically looked to Juniper. "But he said 'Ruler of All Darkness.'"

"Hmm... To be fair, most cats talk that way."

"She said." Lou Ellen corrected, examining the cat, much to the kitten's displeasure.

"What?" Will asked.

"She. This cat is female. Animal transformations can sometimes change the sex of the person in question, but not usually. That's, like, basic shapeshifting 101."

"I..."

"Can someone explain to me what's going on?" Nico crossed his arms. "Will, I thought you wanted to go out for lunch? We're going to be late."

"Uhh." Will took the cat from Lou Ellen. "I got us this cat for our anniversary!" The black kitten stared at Nico and gave a pitiful meow.

"You what?" Nico sighed. "I tell you 'Hey, babe, give me five minutes and I'll shadow-travel to Italy to find us a real Italian restaurant for lunch.' And I come back to find this?"

"Ohh, is that what you said? I didn't hear you exactly because I was... busy looking for coupons." Will sheepishly avoided eye-contact with Lou Ellen. Still, he could feel her death glare.

"Will, I love you, but you are not using coupons at a restaurant for our anniversary. I'm rich. Just let me pay." Nico walked up to Will and traded him the flowers for the kitten. "Where did you even find this thing?"

"Uhh..."

The kitten reached out a paw and booped Nico on the nose. It gave another soft meow.

"Oh,' Juniper giggled. "She said, 'You smell like death. Perhaps we shall form an alliance, bathe in the blood of our enemies. Together, we can destroy them all.'"

"You got us a homicidal kitten?" Nico laughed. Gods Will loves it when Nico laughs.

"Only the best for you, babe." Will casually winked, ignoring his eyes were slightly swollen from crying.

Lou Ellen huffed. "I'm going back to bed. Will, you useless homosexual, you owe me." She marched away. Juniper politely nodded to Will and Nico before following suit. She probably had more couples counseling to do.

"C'mon, Solace. Let's get you dressed. We can go shopping for our newest little family member after lunch." Nico cooed at the kitten and she snuggled up against him. "Or maybe we can sneak her into the restaurant. Would you like that, piccolina?" Nico proceeded to call her a series of cutesy names that Will didn't understand.

"Nico?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

"Interesting. You know what, Will?"

"What?"

"I love you, too." Nico gave him a peck on the cheek. "C'mon, let's go..." They walked together in silence for a moment. "So, you thought I turned into a cat, huh?"

"Okay, in my defense, weirder things have happened!! It was a perfectly reasonable conclusion to come to, alright!! You absolutely would've done the same thing-"

"Ha! Yeah, right-"

"You totally would have! Look, I'm just saying-"

The End.

[katzekage]

Omg!! I just realized you have Harald as a dad?? That's so cool??

1, 4 & 5 from Parent to child and 2, 3 & 4 from Child to Parent! :)

Ohh thank you for the ask!!! I really adore this man, especially since my best friend and I have created a story with him that I'm so, so fond of!! 😭 All of these questions will be answered "in-universe", so to speak, where Harald is my stepfather!! :3

doing this under a read more bc it got pretty long!!

“There Goes My Life” by Kenny Chesney - Was your parental F/O really ready to serve a parental role for you? Was it a quick adjustment or did it take some time for them?

It was a far quicker adjustment for him than it was for me. He'd always wanted children, and he knew loving my mother (who is my bestie's s/i btw hehe) would mean loving me as well, and he tried from the start to establish a good relationship with me. Even if I didn't make it all that easy for him :P

"Goodnight My Angel” by Billie Joel - How does your nightly rituals with your parental F/Os go?

Especially when I was younger, he'd sing a lot for me. I'd usually get ready with my mother, and she'd place my stuffed toys protectively at my side. Every night they'd tell me a different story of their lives, their fights, their adventures. But I quickly took to the seaman's songs Harald would sing for me. Always put me right to sleep. :3

“Never Grow Up” by Taylor Swift - Does your parental F/O baby you? If so, does this bother you? If not, do you sometimes wish they did?

Not as much anymore. In the society the two of us live in (in this au), him showing me respect and treating me as a capable adult is much more of a compliment than anything else. Still, he sometimes catches himself missing the times when he could spoil and baby me...

“Daddy Lessons” by Beyoncé - What’s something your parental F/O has taught you? Have you ever taught them something?

He's definitely taught me how to fight. How to handle interactions with allies and foes alike, and how to survive and take care of others. I may not be his heir, but he's given me everything I need in order to lead and support my siblings.

“Promise to Try” by Madonna - Sure, your parental F/O comforting you is all fine and dandy, but how do you comfort and support your parental F/O?

Harald is someone who asks rarely for comfort from others. He trusts his wife with his troubles but tries to keep them away from his children. The best way I know to support him is to stand behind and defend his ideals, to trust him even when I can't immediately see the purpose of his actions. He knows no matter where life takes us, I have his back.

“The Perfect Fan” by The Backstreet Boys - How does your parental F/O support you in your endeavors? Are they more quiet when it comes to their proudness of you or are they more loud and proud of you?

Perhaps it can be chalked up to being a part of his culture, but Harald and my mother alike celebrate victories loud and proud, no matter how small or big. He puts his trust in me, helps me correct my mistakes, and makes sure I never forget an accomplishment. He's wonderful 🥺😭

[jeontaehui]

nananananana (210331 VLIVE)

taehee bites back a grin as fans enter the live. “hello everyoneeee,” she greets softly, her cheekbones lifting into a soft smile. “i’m in the practice room once again.”

“i was just learning a dance actually, it’s my break right now so this’ll probably be short,” she mentions. “and then i turned on vlive without asking permission— well, i did ask permission after i... turned it on,” she giggles. “she’s gonna say yes anyways. no one can say no to me,” the comments section blows up after she sent a sly wink to the viewers. she knew her effect on them one way or another. 

mark lee i love you HELLO THE TITLE?? IS THIS A SPOILER???

lee donghyuck’s long hair i only entered the live but i feel like crying T—T why must she be so cute

taeyongbub taehee in the practice room is so attractive??? wth???

taehee tucks a few strands behind her ear asking, “did you guys have dinner already? have you guys eaten?”

mataechan what did taehee eat today?

hyuckschurros PIZZA !!!!

“aw, pizza? i’m craving now,” she shortly puts on a pout before a smile shows itself once again. “i haven’t eaten but i think i’ll have........ um,” taehee seems to think for a moment as she looks up the ceiling, trying to remember what jungwoo said she’d have at the dorms.

“i can’t remember,” she shrugs, proceeding to continue reading the comments.

jungwoo tehet are you going to dance again?

aussiechan TAEHEEEE !!! come home to australia :(

svtzen DREAM SPOILERS PLEASEE

“the dance that me and my teacher did today was to party favors by tinashe! i have to practice some more to get it right but i’m,” she stands up and dusts off her track pants, placing the phone on the floor in front of the mirror, “going to show you guys the part where i’m most confident in.”

she disappears as she goes to the side to play the music, and the strong beats of tinashe’s party favors fills the practice room. she adjusts her pants around her waist and runs a hand through her black hair, ruffling her bangs for a moment before getting into position.

she dances. no matter how hard-hitting the choreography is, taehee knew well how to control her own body, and gracefully yet powerfully sync her movements to the beats.

taehee marry me she’s so hot what the heck do i do

markcity i’m single for this reason only

fullsunnn THIS IS WHY WE NEED A TAEHEE SOLO ASAP !!!

from the corner of her eye, taehee sees her dance instructor imitate the part where she got the dance wrong during their practice, causing her to lose focus and burst into laughter.

ncityinthehouse everyone, the duality of miss jeon taehee

“unnie is laughing at me right now!” taehee giggles. her eyes glance to the side then back to the screen. “yes so, until there did i memorize the dance. i’ll try to post on instagram the full version of it. oh!” she claps her hands excitedly, a habit nctzens took note of before she says an idea.

“since it’s a wednesday today and! the end of the month, you guys can comment whatever you guys want me to do or any question you want to ask and i’ll answer them.”

“i’m going to scroll with my eyes closed and whatever my finger lands on will be picked,” she cutely asks if the viewers got it before briefly explaining what she just said in english.

“i’ll give you guys maybe 30 seconds? is 30 seconds enough? okay, ready and start!”

taehee bobbed her head as she counted the numbers in her head. “30! okay, i’ll close my eyes now.”

juhfahm skincare routine?

merrymark give us a phone tour :D

twiceyeon please watch switch to me by dahyun and chaeyoung !!!! <3

“from twiceyeon,” taehee reads, putting her emcee mode on. “please watch switch to me by dahyun and chaeyoung! ohh i think i’ve seen this on my recommended but i haven’t had the time to watch it— sorry, chaeyoung-ah,” she winces.

you can hear keys being tapped on taehee’s phone screen as she typed the title on youtube’s search bar. the music video appears a few seconds later and she immediately clicks on it.

“oooo dahyun-ssi is very pretty,” taehee says. her expression quickly changes when she sees the twice member use her foot as she played the piano, her hand going up to cover the giggles that escaped out of her. “this is so cool,” she beamed.

“oh sexy!” taehee exclaims after chaeyoung appeared. “i really like chaengie’s short hair.”

she compliments the set when the scene changes, a summer pool vibe replacing the vintage set-up at the intro. “the dance is cute too,” she mumbles.

she smiles at chaeyoung and dahyun’s playfulness in the music video before moving on to compliment her best friend again. “chaeyoung is seriously so pretty... whaaat!”

taehee continues to watch the rest of the video as she moves to the beat, occasionally letting out a chuckle or two at the adorableness of the duo.

“hold on,” she grabs her earphones and plugs them into her phone. “(it’s) to avoid copyright,” she smirks.

taehee finishes the music video with a grin on her face, “the music video was very cute! did they perform this on stage? i think the stage set and the fits would’ve been pretty.”

“speaking of music videos, baekhyun hyung’s new album just dropped yesterday! have you guys watched the music video?” taehee shuffles closer to the camera to read the comments. almost everyone was saying that they did, in fact, watch the music video and really enjoyed it.

“i never said this directly to him but i really am a fan of his, seriously,” she dictates. taehee breaks into a grin as she giggles again, the viewers watching how her eyes twinkled while she talked. “‘bambi’ is really great— it’s immaculate. you guys should stream the whole album and recommend it to your family and friends. baekhyunie hyung never fails to deliver (good songs).”

bbhubblegum taehee promoting baekhyun and other artists better than sm pt. 74628392

going on her phone, she mumbles, “and i really like the choreography of his songs.” there was an adorable pout to her lips as she spoke, much to the amusement of the viewers.

then she looks up from the device in her hands and her eyes hold a certain glint in them before she playfully squints. “just be quiet about this though. i am never gonna hear the end of this from him,” she shakes her head with an amused chuckle, recalling all the times baekhyun teased her and the ‘admiration’ she has for him.

“you’re my only bambi bambi,” taehee sang effortlessly. “it’s a perfect night for you,” her tone was a little softer this time.

“okay so that was our first request? dare? of the live, let’s get to the next one right away!”

taeheeroar do you listen to the neighborhood?

wooyoungification do you want to collab with anyone? if so, who?

“the next one is.... wooyoungification! ooo wooyoung-ah hello,” taehee says, prolonging the last syllable of her sentence. “they asked, “do you want to collab with anyone? if so, who?”

“well,” she clears her throat, furrowing her eyebrows as if she were in thought. “there are a lot of great artists out there. taylor swift is already my answer by default but,” she giggles again, “if i have to think of people outside sm, i think it’d be nice to have a collab with stray kids’ 3racha. they’re their producing unit if i’m not mistaken. it’d be fun to work with them.”

“i also had this dream of having a collaboration stage with the other dancers outside nct, like blackpink’s lisa or seulgi unnie. would you guys want that?”

midzyseason this isnt good for my gay ass

reveluvbar can taehee just take over sm

taehee hums, “i think i never mentioned it before but i wanna try doing drama ost’s too. i don’t watch as much dramas as i do before, but when i was still learning korean, they helped me so much.”

“i watched ‘guardian: the lonely and great god’ a lot and i really liked ‘stay with me’. hopefully, i can collab with punch too.”

taehee unconsciously moves her lips to the side, forming another pout and thinks again. “from sm, i think kai hyung? not counting superm, okay?” she beams.

“kai hyung and,” then a snort escapes taehee before she could even stop it, “baekhyun hyung.”

she puts a hand to her chest once she recovers from her mini-giggling fit before holding it up and swearing it was the truth. “these two were the ones that came to the top of my head, seriously.”

beansprout lolll remember when kai used to “complain” about taehee ever only talking about sehun cause he was the one she was closest to in exo when they first met ?

sodangerous it’s so touching how taehee looked up to exo while she was still a trainee and now they’re like family

taehee nods and bites her bottom lip, asking herself, “why do i feel like a youtuber?”

she smiles to someone off screen and quickly glances back to the camera, “next question!”

asteroidsung what did you get for renjun’s birthday?

“what did i get for renjun’s birthday? i just gave mine literally yesterday. i know it’s summer but i gave him a hoodie that i thought would look cute on him,” she smiles. “it was pink.”

“i was with haechanie when i bought it.”

chenlezoned hyuck said he’s gonna marry daegal next month

“hyuck’s gonna marry who now?!” taehee exclaims, “DAEGAL’S A MINOR!!!”

dreamtopia BYEEEEEEE

themissingpuzzlepiece everyone at haechan marrying daegal:❓❓meanwhile taehee: 🌋🌋⁉️

boohoohyuck sending my prayers to lee haechan

just then, taehee’s phone suddenly rings and her eyes widen at the caller id displayed on the screen. “wow, this dude’s timing is really! spot-on.”

she puts the speaker on, “donghyuck-ah, what’s this i’m hearing that you’re marrying daegal?? are you leaving me and chubs already?! oh and you’re on speaker.”

fullseun don’t you just cry on the inside when markhee calls hyuck by his real name or fullsun

you hear haechan’s boisterous laughter first before he could answer taehee’s question. “i talked about that on vlive,” he said, “where are you?”

“i’m doing vlive.”

“but it’s almost midnight.”

when taehee makes no move to answer, haechan goes, “are you in the practice room again?”

“so?” taehee answers sassily, causing the boy on the other end of the line to groan.

“noona, we talked about this already,” haechan whines. “then we can talk about it again later!” taehee shrugs exasperatedly. “noona....” the former warns, as if he was scolding a child. “i’m just on a break,” she gives in, “i’ll go home soon.”

“promise?” taehee rolls her eyes, though it was clear that she was grateful for haechan’s concern by the soft smile she held on her face. “i promise.”

taehyuckles i know i wished for a taehyuck live but this will suffice Gosh they are so cute !!!!!!

“you haven’t said hello to czennie,” taehee reminds him. “czennie, hello!!” he greets sweetly.

“anyways, i just called you because you agreed to playing a few rounds with me but i’ll just wait for you until you get home,” taehee winces at his statement. she might have forgotten. “oh right, i’m sorry. just a few more minutes?” haechan hums affirmatively from the other end.

“get home safely, noonaaa,” after they exchanged their goodbyes, taehee hangs up the call.

“yes, okay! everyone that was lee haechan on the phone with me and i think i can do,” she turns her back to look at the wall clock in the practice room, “three more comments.”

yangqied taehee’s an idol in the day, pro-gamer by night

“okay, so our next question is: are you friends with aespa? yes! i am friends with aespa,” she beamed.

“i actually saw them the day before their debut stage. my time slot in the practice room was after theirs and so we met there,” taehee recalls. “they’re very pretty! and they look cool when they danced to ‘black mamba’. i wished them luck on their debut stage,” she chuckles.

taehee closes her eyes and proceeds to swipe at the screen, “next question is... oh! i dare you to post on instagram. okay, let me find some photos and show you guys so we can all vote.”

“i’ll send them on bubble but i’ll show it here too in case you guys don’t have a subscription. that’s okay.”

markerlee tb to when taehee sent her pcs to bubble... she really said fuck capitalism !!!!

“okay, option 1: this one,” she brings her phone up to the screen, showing a picture of her with the bird filter on mac.

jisungbye I LIKE THIS ONEEE

kunniekunkun this one’s cute!!!

moloism markhee pls post ur photos with the mac filters im begging you

“orrrr this one,” she faces her phone towards the camera once more. she was sitting on the pavement with the view of the orange-pink sunset behind her, a mask concealing half of her face.

the127thsense everything just screams girlfriend material to me

deryqueen taehee, i am free this friday. i repeat, i am free this friday.

solhyuck i think you should post these as a set on instagram!

“what should i post on instagram? everyone choose between 1 or 2!” taehee tells them in korean, before switching to english. “you guys pick between the first one and the second one, and i’ll post it on instagram.”

oncezenni 2

flamboyanthyuck the second one!

ohmajesus i like the first one

iamjeno second pleaseee

“mm okay, most of you are voting for the second one so i’ll be posting that first thing tomorrow! and then i’ll just send the other one on bubble,” taehee puts her pinky finger up as she speaks, making a promise to the viewers.

“how many was that? two already?” a pout subtly makes its way on taehee’s lips and a few of her hair strands fell in front of her face, causing her to push them back as she huffed. nctzens found it adorable!

takeoffbesttrack can i kiss you.

“can you kiss me?” taehee presses her lips on the tips of her fingers before lightly tapping them on the screen. “i,” one of the corners of her mouth raises to a smirk, “kissed you.”

mahaecries GODDDD

tenvely you will be the death of me

deryqueen AGAIN TAEHEE I AM FREE THIS FRIDAY NIGHT !!!!!!!!!!

taehee giggles after seeing the comment section blow up and her dimples peek out from her cheeks.

“i’m gonna have to end this soon, guys. this is the last one, okay?”

haecity can you go live with markhyuck?

snoopyscoop do you have any more funny stories with jungwoo?

taromilktea did you see sungchan when he debuted as an emcee?

“did i go see sungchan when he debuted as emcee? nooo,” she frowns, “but i did call him on facetime.”

“he said he was nervous but i told him he’d do great! and he did, right?” taehee’s frown was quickly turned into a proud grin. “i watched a replay of it on youtube the day after. he was very cute.”

“i told him to just think of it like he was talking to us so he’s more comfortable, and he told me it helped a lot so i’m relieved,” she nods. “i sent him churros too!”

taehee shuffles closer to the camera and brings her knees close to her chest while she talks, “please support him! i know sungchanie’s glad to have received this opportunity that’s why he’s been practicing diligently.”

taehee reads a few more comments and smiles at the funny ones. the humor of nctzens never fail to make her smile. the memes they send during menpas are so hilarious that she can’t help but reply to most of them.

taeheespresident i guess she’s gonna end the live now? :(

jungwootehet it’s nearing 1 am and i still have school tomorrow...... whoops!

“i’ll have to go now guys, it was nice doing all this with you,” taehee softly mumbles.

“i like this idea of having you guys comment what you would want me to do ‘cause i’m able to connect with you guys more, i’ll try to do a live again soon.”

“the weather’s nice here in korea— well at least for me,” she chuckles, “it rained recently but it might be hot? in other places so please remember to stay hydrated and drink lots of water.”

“also wear your masks and keep social distancing! we’re not only trying to protect ourselves but we have to stop the spreading of it all so,” taehee gives another small smile at the camera as she reminds the people to be careful, “stay safe.”

after a few beats of silence, taehee speaks again. “okay so, until here is taehee’s nananananana live!” she sings while doing the infamous choreo of ‘go’.

empathy127 I KNEW IT WAS FROM GO !!!!

“good night! or good morning to those who are starting their day right now,” she adds, “goodnight! we’ll see you guys soon.”

taehee does her infamous ily hand gesture and winks at the camera before waving bye and ending the livestream.

[lucy-and-rebecca]

I'm making a seperate post for this insted of hijacking this one.

@agridocelife yeah sure.

Taylor Swift songs that reminds me of Shicca.

Cornelia Stree

And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

I'd never walk Cornelia Street again

Call it what you want

My baby's fit like a daydream

Walking with his head down

I'm the one he's walking to

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

My baby's fly like a jet stream

High above the whole scene

Loves me like I'm brand new

So call it what you want, yeah, call it what you want to

And I know I make the same mistakes every time

Bridges burn, I never learn, at least I did one thing right

I did one thing right

I'm laughing with my lover, making forts under covers

Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right

Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night

It's nice to have a friend

Lost my gloves, you give me one

"Wanna hang out?"

Yeah, sounds like fun

Video games, you pass me a note

Sleeping in tents

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

It's nice to have a friend

(Ooh)

Invisible string

Time, curious time

Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs

Were there clues I didn't see?

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Ooh

Time, mystical time

Cuttin' me open, then healin' me fine

Were there clues I didn't see?

Time, wondrous time

Gave me the blues and then purple pink skies

And it's cool, baby, with me

This love

Clear blue water

High tide came and brought you in

And I could go on and on, on and on, and I will

Skies grew darker

Currents swept you out again

And you were just gone and gone, gone and gone

In silent screams

In wildest dreams

I never dreamed of this

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead, oh, oh, oh

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me, oh, oh, oh

Ohh

Oh, oh, oh

(and literally the entire song)

The very first night

I wish I could fly

I'd pick you up and we'd go back in time

I'd write this in the sky

I miss you like it was the very first night

And so it was, we never saw it comin'

Not tryin' to fall in love, but we did like children runnin'.

Starlight

He said, "Look at you, worrying so much about things you can't change

You'll spend your whole life singing the blues

If you keep thinking that way"

He was tryna to skip rocks on the ocean saying to me

"Don't you see the starlight, starlight

Don't you dream impossible things"

Like, "Oh my, what a marvelous tune"

It was the best night, never would forget how we moved

The whole place

Was dressed to the nines

And we were dancing, dancing

Like we're made of starlight, starlight

Treacherous

Put your lips close to mine

As long as they don't touch

Out of focus, eye to eye

'Til the gravity's too much

Your name has echoed through my mind

And I just think you should, think you should know

That nothing safe is worth the drive

And I would follow you, follow you home

I'll follow you, follow you home

Dress

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you (ah, ah, ah)

All of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting

My hands are shaking from holding back from all this (ha, ha, ha, ha)

Say my name and everything just stops

I don't want you like a best friend

And dancing with our hands tied as mentioned in the original post.

I would also add our song, mine, afterglow and cruel summer, but I don't have specific lyrics directly relating to Shicca.

[folksyswift]

I posted 6,769 times in 2021

310 posts created (5%)

6459 posts reblogged (95%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 20.8 posts.

I added 381 tags in 2021

#taylor swift - 83 posts

#taylor nation - 75 posts

#me - 54 posts

#taylurking - 38 posts

#taylorswift - 37 posts

#swiftie - 35 posts

#omg - 18 posts

#red tv - 16 posts

#lmao - 13 posts

#same - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 132 characters

#omg i remember the callout posts in 2014 where you would just be like hey this person is rude maybe block them… how did we get here?

My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Listen idc about these new stans the old timers will remember when Taylor wore fake bangs to the AMAs during the Speak Now era before Red and everyone being like WhAt DoEs It MeAn?! And then her telling everyone she was making a heartbreak album and expecting a whole album of Last Kiss and Dear John songs and getting hit by a pop bus when she dropped We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together and being like WhAt Is ThIs?!? WHAT IS HAPPENING?! And then getting Begin Again and being like ohh?!? The original Red release was chaotic and wild and the youth today will never understand

607 notes • Posted 2021-11-11 00:56:38 GMT

#4

“But maybe ‘Fearless’ did present the opportunity for the grandest experiment out of the gate: to recreate something that pure and heartfelt, with all the meticulousness a studio master like Swift can put to that process now, without having it seem like she’s faking sincerity. Let the think-pieces proceed — because this is about six hundred different shades of meta. But, all craftiness and calculation aside, there’s a sweetness to the regression that’s not inconsequential. It harks back to a time when she only wondered if she could be fearless, before she learned it the harder way for sure.”

- Variety

642 notes • Posted 2021-04-09 06:28:09 GMT

#3

So, we’ve heard Taylor sing apart of champagne problems and willow, the 10 min version of All Too Well, and all of Folklore live but still have not heard Cruel Summer live

682 notes • Posted 2021-11-23 23:15:12 GMT

#2

Blondie is gonna send us the 1989 vault tracks in a morse code scramble, isn’t she…

713 notes • Posted 2021-08-05 14:41:07 GMT

#1

But imagine if Taylor sings the Last Great American Dynasty and sings, “There goes the loudest woman the Grammys has ever seen. I had a marvelous time ruining everything” because that would be ICONIC!!!

919 notes • Posted 2021-03-14 20:02:50 GMT

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[broadstbroskis]

surprises- pt 1 | mat barzal

welp, here we go with barzy baby fic! how long’s it going to be? your guess is as good as mine! but i’m excited to start sharing with you guys and i’d love to hear what you think!

warnings: mention of the pandemic/quarantine

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The timing was pretty poor, you could acknowledge that. 

Stuck in your apartment as a result of social distancing, you’d grown bored quickly. Working from home was only so exciting and your company’s slack channel was often getting more and more ridiculous as you and your coworkers searched for things to talk about (debates had thus far included best and worst Taylor Swift song, best and worst Harry Potter book, and ranking coworkers' new baby names).

Your roommate had left you on your own, in favor of quarantining herself with her relatively new boyfriend (ignoring your cries of betrayal as she left) so when your neighbor and friend from across the hall had come knocking, you welcomed him with open arms. “I’m bored out of my mind.” Your eyes are wide as you pull him inside.

“How do you think I feel?” You didn’t even notice the bottles of wine in Mat’s hands but you’re grateful for them as he settles them on the counter. “The only thing I can do is workout right now.”

You give him a look. “Yeah, because that’s what you need to be doing.”

“I’m going to lose my washboard abs.” He whines overdramatically, and that’s what sets you off.

Technically you’re still supposed to be working, but you know for a fact you’re not the only one who’s started drinking already and as long as you stay logged in for the next hour, no one will care. You and Mat quickly work your way through the first bottle and he’s popping the second one, while you log off your work account and place the take out order for pizza. 

The second bottle goes almost as quickly, but then the two of you slow down once the food arrives. Mat pops the third bottle in your apartment after dinner, when the two of you settle in together, very closely, much closer than usual, for some Netflix.

You’re not really sure who makes the first move; you know you’re leaning against him and that his arm is around you, brushing against your shoulder, but the next thing you remember, you’re in his lap and his hands are eagerly tracing every bit of skin they can find.

That you end up in bed after that isn’t surprising. That it keeps happening is a little surprising. But, well, there’s not really a lot else to keep you occupied.

And it’s lot more fun to spend your days fucking Mat than doing almost anything else. There’s apparently a lot you two have been missing out on that you could have been doing. 

Eventually, things go back to normal- or as normal as they could be after the pandemic that occurred-and despite the fun the two of you had during your quarantine, you fall easily back into friends and neighbors. Mat gets back to real training, a modified game schedule, and then into playoffs, where after crashing and burning in the first “round” (if you’d like to call it that), he heads back home to Western Canada for a shortened summer to catch up with family and friends.

You’re back at work, excited to be with people again. You and your coworkers institute happy hour Friday’s, where you all start ducking out of work two hours early-summer hours, your boss is calling them, completely ignoring the fact that no one else in your company is having them-to go to the bar, hang out, and just catch up after spending the long weeks apart. They usually end up turning into more of a shit show, with the office group chat often blowing up the next morning with complaints about how hungover people are.

It’s after one such happy hour that you first notice your issue. You wake up Saturday morning, roll over, and then immediately rush into the bathroom to throw up. Within the next hour, that happens four more times. 

You’re lying as still as possible on the couch in the living room when your roommate comes out of her room and straight up laughs at your misery. “It’s not funny.” You whine at her, even though it makes you kind of nauseous to even talk.

“Yes it is.” Molly snickers. “You were home by like 8. For a lightweight like me to get to sit here and watch you be hungover as fuck when you didn’t even have this crazy night, this is my Christmas. Welcome to the club, bitch!” She cackles, not unkindly, but definitely remembering all the times that you and your friends had laughed at her when she’d been in your position.

You barely even hear her, as the first part of her sentence registers, and you bolt upright, immediately regretting it as you do so. You were home by 8. You hadn’t even had that much to drink, begging off a third drink after a headache had started. There’s absolutely no reason for you to be feeling this way.

“You’re right!” You’ve learned from your mistakes and you slowly lower yourself back down to the couch. “I must have eaten something funny.” You’re already starting to feel a little better, you think; it wasn’t nearly as nauseating to lower to the couch. You’re actually almost feeling like you could stomach some food.

“Ugh.” Molly scoffs in disgust. “Couldn’t you just let me have this?”

“Want to watch some Netflix and order breakfast?”

“Fine.”

And as the day goes on, you feel a ton better, even feeling well enough to join Molly and her boyfriend for dinner at one of your new favorite places. It’s another early night and you hold off on booze, just because your stomach’s still feeling kinda queasy from the morning.

And it’s full on rolling again the next morning. You’re back in the bathroom again first thing, which is where Molly finds you, a look of concern on her face. “So, what’s going on?”

You close your eyes, a little more sure that the nagging thought from yesterday morning might be true. “I think we need to take a walk.”

She gives you a look. “To where?”

“Drug store.”

She inhales a sharp breath. “To buy?”

“I think you know what.”

“Yeah, but it wouldn’t be real to me until you said it.”

You stand up shakily, reaching for your toothbrush. No use in putting this off longer than you need to. “Yeah, me either.

Molly squeezes the arm that’s reaching out for your toothpaste comfortingly and then turns to leave and get ready herself.

-----

Once you’ve got far more pregnancy tests in your basket than you’ll hope to ever need in your life, Molly looks at you. “Did you want to take them all home or?”

“Or what? Take them here in CVS? This isn’t fucking Juno, Molly! We have an apartment!”

She shrugs as the two of you start walking up toward checkout. “Maybe you just didn’t want to taint your bathroom with those memories.”

That’s a good point. “I’ll just use yours.” You crack and the two of you burst into laughter, for the first time all day.

It feels so good to laugh that you don’t even notice someone calling out for your roommate. “Moll!” You both look around for the familiar voice, searching for Molly’s boyfriend, but you’d been so distracted by your laughter that you don’t realize how close he is until he speaks again. “Holy shit! Is there uh-something you need to tell me?”

Brian’s actually right there-like standing next to you, in line. Molly’s eyes are wide, looking between you and Brian in a panic as she’s unsure how to answer, so you step up. “They’re not for her; they’re for me.”

“Oh.” Brian says. Molly breathes out a sigh of relief. He looks over at you. “Uhh. Do I need to kick somebody’s ass?”

You burst into laughter and Molly slugs him on the arm. “Bri!”

“What?” He protests. “I’m just trying to be supportive.”

You’re still laughing. “Not yet.” You tell him. “I’ll keep you posted.” Brian’s great; the more time you spend with him, the more you grow to love him and the more convinced you become that he’s absolutely perfect for Molly. But there’s a zero percent chance he’s going to be able to beat up Mat, who’s probably got a good 3-4 inches and at least 30lbs. on him. 

Brian grins. “Done deal. Should I go grab some-” He pauses. “Well I was going to ask if I should grab some booze to get this party on the road but that doesn’t seem appropriate. Sparkling cider? Orange juice?”

“There’s no point in having orange juice if there’s not champagne in it.” You tell him.

“Ohh, go hit that juice bar we were at last week!” Molly requests. 

“See you in a few!” Brian salutes.

“I love him.” You tell her, as he exits the door.

“You can have him as a baby daddy.” She offers.

“I might take you up on that.” You pay for the absurd number of pregnancy tests and begin walking with her back home.

She scoffs. “Yeah, like you’re gonna need a stand in.”

You’re actually pretty nervous of that fact.

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A few hours later, you’ve got a string of positive pregnancy tests sitting in a row on the living room table. Not even one negative giving you a sliver of hope. Brian and Molly are drinking for you, for all three of you, and you’re sitting in your corner of the couch numbly staring at them.

Suddenly, you can’t take it anymore. You reach for your phone and press the contact for the one voice you need to hear now.

Mat answers almost immediately, laughing, sounding like he’s having a great time, doing...whatever he’s doing back at home. Sounding young and carefree, like the 23 year old he is. Like the 23 year old you usually sound like.

“Hey!” You can practically hear him grinning through the phone.

“Hey.” You are...decidedly not grinning, but you do your best to stay upbeat and positive. 

“What’s wrong?” He asks, immediately, so you must not have done too good a job.

“Nothing.” You tell him. Despite what all the tests are saying, you don’t want to say anything until you call your doctor first thing in the morning. And this certainly isn’t a conversation you want to have with him over the phone if you can help it. “Just-a little bit of a crazy weekend.” Not necessarily in the sense you’d usually be referring, but not a lie, all the same.

“Big parties?” Mat teases.

You close your eyes, taking a deep breath and trying not to cry. “Something like that.”

You can practically hear him frown. “Are you sure you’re okay, YN?”

“Yeah.” You tell him. “Just wondering when you’re coming back so I don’t have to water your plants anymore.”

“Do I still even have plants?” He asks skeptically. “I know what your black thumb is like.”

“I guess you’ll see when you come back!” The answer is no. There were no plants. You and Molly kept swearing you’d go out and replace them with new ones before he came back, but you were sure he’d be able to tell. He always could.

Mat laughs. “I know what that means.” In the background, you hear someone call for him and he shouts for them to fuck off. 

“You got to go?”

“We’re about to go finish our hike.” Mat says, apologetically. “Have to get down the mountain now.”

“Ugh.” You scrunch your nose.

“Alright, city girl.” He teases. “I’m sure I’ll talk to you soon!”

“Excuse you, I am from Larchmont!”

He laughs again. “I think that’s probably worse.”

“Don’t fall down the mountain.” You tell him dryly.

“Is Molly there? I want to make sure you aren’t holding a voodoo doll right now.”

You laugh. “Bye Mat.” He bids you the same and you hang up, feeling much better than when you called.

Still anxious as shit, but at least Mat is still the same Mat.

You wonder for how long that will last after you tell him.

[latetaektalk]

tag games

tagging : @cosmoguk ​ @jtrbluv @yeojaa @opaljm @sleepyjhs @gyukult @jentwt @cafemiya​ @masterninjacow ​​ @gamerkooks ​ and everyone else that has tagged me

tag game one : fic writers ask game

tagged by : @luvdsc​ thanks cat! this is super fun ✨

Which new trope would you like to try writing?

ex-friends-to-lovers!! in general i love any ex type of tropes!! a heist! au would be fun too

Which trope do you want to write again?

exes! like, i genuinely love that trope so much and feel like theres not enough out there!

Which draft are you most excited to post?

i dont write multiple stories at the same time, so the newest chapter of love to hate you

Is there any new genre you want to explore?

hm i guess fluff? i kinda write angst by default because i think fluff is kinda... boring and not dramatic enough, so i guess i wanna try out fluff!

Do you have a favorite line in any of your drafts up to now?

“Can’t you at least pretend like you think I’m funny?”

“Yeah, that costs extra.”

“And you scolded Jisoo for exploiting me,” Jungkook bit back.

“Well, you said you’re all mine to exploit, didn’t you?” you hummed, scrunching your nose. “You are my boyfriend after all, right?”

Jungkook stared at you, blinked three times before tilted his head to the side and tongued his cheek, defeat.

“Touché.”

Have you decided on any creative goals for 2021?

not really! i just try to write, have fun and improve honestly!

Describe your journey on this blog last year in three words! And three more words for what you hope for 2021!

2020: growth, friendships, fun

2021: growth, friendships, fun (dont really wanna change anything! im having fun!)

tag game two : 10 songs, 10 people

rules : you can tell a lot about a person from the type of music they listen to. put your favorite playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs. then tag ten people. no skipping!

playlist chosen : love to hate you

kiss me - sixpence none the richer

anything you want - jawny

can i call you tonight? - dayglow

heartbreak in a box - juice

daydreaming - marc wavy

lover boy - phum viphurit

let’s fall in love for tonight - finneas

dontmakemefallinlove - cuco

strangers in a dream - phum viphurit

afterglow - taylor swift

tag game three : interview

rules : answer questions and tag 20 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better!

tagged by : @lcksndkys thank you so much! these are a ton of fun ✨

name/nickname : linh 

pronouns : she/her

star sign :  scorpio 

height : around 170 cm or 5′7 

time currently : 10:30 pm

when is your birthday : nov 9th

favorite band/groups : exo, red velvet, bts, nct, superm, blackpink, twice

favorite solo artist : taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, harry styles, finneas

song stuck in your head : gone by rose

last movie you watched : get smart, i think

last show you binged : taskmaster

when you created your (main) blog : like april 2019 maybe?  

last thing you googled : how many seconds in a year

other blogs : this and my recs blog

why i chose my url : like late night talk, so i turned the night into taek because of taehyung, baekhyun and taeyong afdfsa

how many people are you following : 305

how many followers do you have : around 1.7k

average hours of sleep : uh not much? idk online class is kinda killing my sleep schedule

lucky number : 7

instruments : piano

dream job : dont know, but something that i enjoy and make good money at?

dream trip : vietnam, china, south korea, japan, england, france, netherlands

favorite food : potatoes, salmon, dim sum 

nationality : chinese 

favorite song : cruel summer by taylor swift,, its literally my most played song of 2020

top three fictional universes you’d like to live in : marvel, atla, we bare bears

tag game four : this or that 

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries // fiction or non-fiction

tag game five : ten biases tag

rules : write down your top 10 biases and answer the following questions

seulgi

baekhyun

taehyung

joohyun

jungkook

jennie

chaeyoung

nayeon

mark

jongin

1. between 1 and 4 who would you rather kiss?

uhm cant i just kiss both? i could never choose between the two sadfsd

2. between 2 and 7 who would be your best friend?

chaeyoung because she speaks english but also because i feel like she and i would hit it off better

3. between 5 and 10 who has the better voice?

love jongin and his voice, but yeah jungkook 

4. between 1 and 8 who is the funniest?

ohh thats hard, but i think its nayeon adsfas 

5. between 6 and 9 who would you date?

jennie. if i have the chance to date kim fucking jennie, im dating kim fucking jennie. bye mark im not even sorry

6. between 9 and 10, who would you do a collaboration with?

mark! i feel like working with him would be so funny because he just talks and talks and talks asdfdas

7. between 4 and 8 who is the best dancer?

joohyun! 

8. between 3 and 5 who would you most likely marry?

uhm uhm uhm- i think im gonna go with taehyung? mainly because of yeontan asdadsf

9. between 1 and 7 who would you nurse when they are sick?

seulgi no fucking question asdfsd like sorry, bestie chaeyoung, but seulgi just owns my heart :((

10. between 2 and 3 who has the better smile?

i dont think this is fair at all?? because both have such gorgeous smiles?? im not choosing asdfs

11. between 6 and 8 who would you vacation with?

jennie! feel llike she would pay for everything and kinda spoil me,, also feel like she would want to do the craziest shit