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[dolloie]

BAEEE OMG UR NEW THEME N USER IS SO PRETTTYYYYY😍😍

likr omg the new colour palette!??-??1! cutest thing wver what the Freak

thank u my queen, i tried my best to keep it simple 😩😩

[miss-anachronism]

I posted something yesterday throwing my hat into the ring of Merlin and Valen relationships, and people seemed to like it! These guys are best buds to me, im glad yall see it too. It inspired me to write a little drabble, so here ya go <3 this is Valen and my (fem) Merlin, so it gets kinda specific at parts lol

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It’s been a long day.

And as much as Valen wishes it were the easier type of long day: boring and uneventful, where he has to drag himself from task to task; it was quite the opposite. Exhilarating, exhausting, and deadly; now he was sinking into a sofa chair in the Mystical house, nursing a spiked drink and a sprained ankle.

It wasn’t even a mishap- he’d launched the attack perfectly, but that godforsaken golem had grabbed his leg at the last moment and slammed him back down into the ground. Lucius said he was lucky to have avoided a concussion. But what does Lucius know, anyway.

All this to say, the entire ordeal has left him grumpy and secluded. He’s tucked into the library, where the din of the bar can’t touch his slowly receding headache. It’s lovely in here, quiet and serene, fresh air drifting through the large open windows on the south wall. The smell of old books mingles nicely with the outside breeze, stopping just shy of being overwhelming. He would have never thought himself a library person; the one in Holistone was lackluster. But Merlin, as she often did, had flipped his conceptions upside down, and provided Valen one of his favourite spaces in her impressive library.

It’s a little ridiculous to expect privacy and solitude from a house that isn’t your own, especially one housing at least five others, but Valen still finds his every muscle tensing when he hears the library door open and close with a soft click.

He exhales slowly through his teeth, trying not to make his disappointment too obvious. He sends his farewells to his peaceful rest, and a quick prayer that whomever has entered isn’t in a talkative mood. He really doesn’t feel up to playing up the charm.

The soft pattering on the floor and the long exhale that come from behind him, however, chases those fears away. The momentary panic slips from Valen’s body, and he glances to the side, grinning when a green, eerie eye catches his gaze.

Merlin grins back at him, though she looks just as tired as he feels. “Hey, sorry. I know you’re hurt, but it’s winding down out there, and I wanted to do some research before I turn in. Hope you don’t mind.”

“Of course not,” Valen chuckles, “It’s your home.”

“Well, yes, but you’re my guest. And if you want me to shut up and leave you alone, say the word and I’ll be gone, no harm no foul.”

“It’s alright, Merlin,” he confirms, slightly surprised that he doesn’t even need to lie, “your company is appreciated.”

She grins at him and sets her own drink down on the small coffee table, and pulls another chair up. “Thanks, Val. I’ll keep it down, promise.”

She’s true to her word, shuffling through a few eclectically stacked books around the floor of the library before settling with three in hand. She puts the biggest one between them, and opens it up to reveal a collection of beautiful woodcuts, depicting various temples across the globe.

Valen lets out a low whistle and leans in, watching as she flips through a few illustrations, and then spins the book around to show him a full two-page print. It takes him a moment to recognize.

“The Moon Temple?”

Merlin nods, her eyes never leaving the paper. “Back in its heyday. We were talking about it, and Dolly mentioned that I should have an old book of prints in here somewhere. I’m lucky I found it so quickly.”

“How old is this book?”

“Four hundred years, give or take.”

Valen half gasps and half laughs, staring at the book in wonder. He’s shocked Merlin even has the balls to touch the thing, let alone open it.

“I can’t believe you just have ancient scripture lying around.”

“Hey, this is far from ancient,” she teases, glancing up to wrinkle her nose at him.

“You’re right, you’re right. It doesnt hold a candle to the oldest artifact in this room: you.”

Merlin sticks her tongue out at him, and Valen returns in kind, before they both return to the book.

The Moon God had been dead for a thousand years or so before this print was made, so the Temple isn’t exactly in perfect condition. Still, it’s a far cry from the decrepit ruins that it’s in today. Beautiful pillars surrounding the pouring, majestic fountains, each flaw and imperfection dutifully recorded… Valen finds himself being drawn in by the skilled execution of the print itself, scanning over the evenly spaces hatching and intricate detailing in the stonework, the water, the attention to values… it’s a beautiful recreation. Valen can even make out the carvings on the pillars themselves.

There’s a little blurb of writing at the bottom of the page, in a language Valen can’t identify. He reaches out to tap at it, stopping just shy of actually touching the book.

“Can you read this?”

Merlin hums in assent. Instead of flipping the book back around to face herself, she stands and moves over to Valen’s side of the table, kneeling next to his chair.

“It’s not much. ‘The Moon Temple, for the greatness and majesty of Nakalig the many-faced…. Cast a moonstone into the divine spring… a chance for divine lunar enlightenment…’ yeah, we know all this already.”

“It’s still interesting,” Valen contests, watching as Merlins finger drifts over the words. “You’ll have to teach me how to read this.”

Merlin scrunches her nose again. “The language is pretty dead, Val. I think you’ll only find Celestials who speak it fluently, nowadays.”

“So? If it’s spoken by Celestials, I’m sure it’s gorgeous. And mysterious. All the more reason to learn it.”

Merlin scoffs. “If you received a love letter written in the old, dead language, would you actually go on a real life date with the sender?”

“A date? I’d bed them on the spot,” Valen jokes, and Merlin throws her head back and cackles.

“Gross, ugh.” She sneers, giggling. Valen grins.

“Thousands of years old, and you still have the humour of a teenager.”

“Shut up,” she huffs, lightly punching him in the shoulder, only for her eye to immediately widen in concern.

“Ah, shit, that didn’t hurt did it? You’re hurt, I shouldn’t be jostling you around.”

“Merlin, babe, do you really think you can push me around?”

“You underestimate me! I could totally beat you up.”

“Mhmm,” Valen chuckles, taking another sip of his drink. Merlin gives him a wry smile.

“Seriously, though, you okay?”

Valen pauses a moment, taking stock of himself. Yes, his ankle still aches, but the spinning pain in his head has thankfully receded. The exhaustion still runs deep in his bones, however; he thinks if Merlin asked him to stand up, he’s simply collapse.

“I’m alright, all things considered,” he settles on, “but tired. Exhausted.”

“Hey, bright idea here! Maybe you should go to bed!”

“A genius, you are.”

“They don’t call me Merlin for nothin’.”

He chuckles. “It’s nice here. I don’t get much time to relax. And the sun’s only just setting,” he waves a hand towards the window, bathed in pinks and oranges, “let me have an hour, at least.”

“Fine,” Merlin conceded, resting her head on the arm of his chair. Dutifully, Valen proceeds to use her head as an armrest. She huffs in amusement.

They stay like that for a few minutes, Merlin lazily flipping through the book, pausing every time Valen leans closer to inspect a print. Eventually, she complains about her neck, and Valen lets up to allow her a slightly more comfortable position.

“I don’t know how to teach languages,” Merlin says suddenly, startling Valen out of his concentration, “but I think, with Hammie’s help, I could teach you a couple phrases and see where it goes from there?”

Valen blinks in surprise. “You don’t have to do that, Merlin.”

She shrugs. “I want to. Gives me something to do. If you want to, of course.”

Valen pauses, thinks it over, takes another long sip of his drink.

“…sure. We’ll see where it goes.”

Merlin nods, and flips the book closed.

“but if I’m a bullshit student, you can’t be mad at me.”

“I’ll never believe you are,” Merlin sniffs, scooping the book up and standing with a grunt. “Deep down, you’re a nerd like the rest of us, Mr. Playboy Solitaire.”

[yuquinzel]

HELLO HANA 🤭🤭🤭 here to annoy u again

anyway.. rinnie ko bas ek din ghar pe invite karna hai for a sleepover to see his face when he realizes ki woh tumhare saath same room mein nahi sone wala h 😭 and then he gets so pouty and you have to be like "sorry rinnie :P just my family...... they're a little...." so he's like ok (sad) and woh guest room mein sota h but then he gets a text from you at like 1 in the morning which says "be quiet when you come in <3" and he's already getting out of the bed in seconds ??????? ugh this man. and bonus when tumhare bhai/behen ghar mein rehte h because he's extra scared of getting caught 😭😭😭😭 and then after cuddling all night you have to quite literally push him out of your room at 4 AM bc he gets so clingy and won't let you go (how are u gonna escape from those strong ass arms ???) and you're whisper-yelling at him in the dark like "rin! go back to your room i swear to god—" kyuki mummy 5 baje hi uthti hai ... ☠️ bechara rin </3

“rin... let go, it's almost 4 am!”

rin's hold on you is firm, it's hard enough to keep your voice low and close to a whisper-yell, it's even more difficult to wrestle yourself free from the embrace of his strong arms when he's very obviously determined to not let go.

“quit whining, you're the one who asked me to come.”

“yeah, like an hour ago. my mom will be up by 5! you and i are dead if she sees you leave my room at this hour.” you try to reason, hands going to push away at his forearms to allow space between you both, but to no avail. if anything, he just holds you even tighter.

“sounds like a you problem. first you ask me for a sleepover, and then i find we're not even gonna sleep in the same room. then i get a text asking me to come over to your room, and now you want me leave again? not happening.”

“bro,” you deadpan, “you're lucky my parents even agreed to let you sleep over! I'll make up for it later, but please go back to your room!”

you can't help but snicker as the events of earlier come playing in your mind— the look of pure horror on rin's pretty face as he learns he's not going to be spending the night with you, but in the guest room instead. the way he was shrinking in his seat as your siblings give him the side-eye everytime they'd catch him staring at you. god, he looked adorable pouting when you slapped his hand away from your own, in front of your parents.

but now when you feel him inch closer, burying his face in your shoulders as the warmth of your bodies cover you like a second blanket— you know you've already lost. you don't really want him to leave either, and there's a tremble in your voice that's enough to tell rin that your resistance isn't as legitimate as you're hoping for it to be.

“i don't care. your parents already love me. I'll win them over, now shut up and let me sleep.”

the hushed sweetness to his voice betrays his words, he's only threading his fingers through your hair in what you assume is an attempt to lull you to sleep. you take a mental note to not underestimate itoshi rin's ability to charm you with his words past 3 am— he's uncharacteristically clingy, being all soft and delicate, tentative and loving— the way only you know rin to be.

“my sister's in the other room, she definitely knows you're here.”

“that means we're already done for, might as well let it be.”

“god, you are insufferable.” you say, (begrudgingly) settling into his chest.

you can only imagine a satisfied smirk on his face when he breathes— the rise and fall of his chest slowing falling in sync with yours— and you feel it resonate with your own.

yeah, you don't really want him to leave.

hiii val im sorry for the late reply </3 here take this as a peace offering,, literally wrote this just now— i love your ideas, please stay in my inbox forever :(

[doctorofmagic]

ROUND 1 IS OVER!

While we wait for the polls  (dropping tomorrow, February 10th, 11pm - GMT-3), it’s time for...

ROUND 1 RECAP!! (with terrible dad jokes by me! Please don’t take them seriously!)

- Marc may be Clea’s favorite hero but when it comes to fighting over Stephen’s heart, the Sorceress Supreme of the Dark Dimension WIPES THE FLOOR with Moon Knight’s white suit! This was the second most voted poll and represented an easy win for Clea (RIP Marc, I love u, meow meow)

- It seems Daimon got BURNED by Jericho’s charming magic. Another easy win for Doctor Voodoo (and, although I do love Jericho,  we also love Daimon in this house and will ignore every time he was portrayed as a toxic abusive ex because we can).

- The irony is that, while the very son of Stan lost, a FAKE DEVIL RAISED AN OBJECTION and took the lead from Kanna. Guess Stephen has a favorite technomancer already. Matt didn’t struggle at all here. We do stan men bonding over trauma, after all.

- Between the BLADE and the sai, it seems Stephen is picking the former! Lucky us this match wasn’t between Elektra and Bullseye... In any case, it was a balanced match. My only observation is that, yes, while I do prefer Blade since I read his DODs tie-in, I have to say that I’d love to see Matt and Elektra fighting over Stephen (even though the battle would end up in a threesome and you KNOW it!!)

- AWESOME FACIAL HAIR BROS before spies! The most voted match with +300 votes! Y’all just horny on main for IW, you’re not fooling me!!

- Dormammu did what he does best: lose! Guess the MIGHTY THUNDER was too much for the Faltine. This match was crazy, full of ups and downs. At some point, Dormammu took the lead, but soon enough Val snatched it from him. It was close, though!

- Frank just got PUNISHED by the baron. Karl and his repressed feelings take the lead. To be fair, Mordo started with a huuuuuuge advantage, but Frank stans did try a comeback, although it wasn’t enough. My respect for you all!

- The KING OF WAKANDA prevailed and the nurse went home to treat her wounds! I almost had a heart attack by watching this poll. It was CLOOOOOSE. Love Linda but it’s not like I was promoting Strangepanther on this blog or anything... ahem.

- The cat met her DOOM! Who told her she could get away with stealing Victor’s consort? This one is obviously personal for me so you do have to give me kudos for my absolute SILENCE regarding this match. Anyways, easy win for Victor (not an easy win for my heart, though, I was biting my nails the whole time lmao)

- And speaking of kings... Namor just IMPERIUS REXXED Nightmare’s butt. Word says he’s afraid of the sea now. Personally, I was surprised and had no idea y’all liked Strangemariner that much. Of course, I’m more inclined towards Nightmare but I have to say that it’s absolutely hilarious that Victor and Namor will fight over Stephen for round 2 ‘cause these two love to hate to love each other. Totally canon for them, I’m INVESTED in this match!!! Also Namor always led the polls but there was a sudden increase on Nightmare’s numbers. That was cool to watch.

- The librarian didn’t survive the CHAOS! Truth be told, Wanda led the competition in the first hours, but much to my surprise, Zelma got A LOT OF VOTES and aaaaaaaalmost made it. Your effort was noticed by me <3

- Looks like Carol isn’t as FANTASTIC as Reed Richards! Boi did I SUFFER watching this match? Carol and Reed fought FIERCELY for the first place. When I went to bed, Reed was leading with a difference of 3%! When I woke up, it was Carol. Now it’s Reed again. Truth be told, I love both so I was like HEEEEELP, JUST GET OVER WITH IT, MY HEART IS NOT THAT STRONG!

- Adamantium has NOTHING on Wong! HE WIPED THE FLOOR WITH WOLVERINE'S CLAWS! At some point, I thought WONGSWEEP was real, but then someone voted on Strangerine. Rip your poor soul, you were brave to think of Logan. The easiest win so far!

- Excuse me but we’re not allowing MOMMY ISSUES in this competition! Valkyrie showed Umar who’s the strongest top! Easy win for Val (although the match did start quite balanced).

- NOT A PUNNY GOD! Loki SMASHED the Hulk with his mischievous charm. Another easy win for our iconic god of stories (although you’ll always be remembered by me, Hulk :/)

- The surfer showed the spider who has the COSMIC appeal! Let’s just say that Norrin had the lead the whole time and it seemed an easy win, BUT SUDDENLY SPIDEY STANS SHOWED UP AND GAVE HIM A VERY DIFFICULT TIME (and also gave me a heart attack in the process :( in any case, thank you for buying my Silverstrange propaganda, I love y’all so much <3)

Now let’s see the next matches for...

ROUND 2

Spouses Supreme (Stephen Strange/Clea Strange) Strangevoodoo (Stephen Strange/Jericho Drumm)

Strangedevil  (Stephen Strange/Matthew Murdock) Strangeblade (Stephen Strange/Eric “Blade” Brooks)

Ironstrange (Stephen Strange/Tony Stark) Janestephen (Stephen Strange/Jane Foster)

Strordo (Stephen Strange/Karl Mordo) Strangepanther (Stephen Strange/T’Challa)

Doomstrange  (Stephen Strange/Victor von Doom) Strangemariner (Stephen Strange/Namor McKenzie)

Scarletstrange (Stephen Strange/Wanda Maximoff) Reedstrange (Stephen Strange/Reed Richards)

Wongrange (Stephen Strange/Wong) Valstephen (Stephen Strange/ Brunnhilde)

Frostrange (Stephen Strange/Loki Laufeyson) Silverstrange (Stephen Strange/Norrin Radd)

GOOD LUCK!!

[grapecaseschoices]

Hi! From the otp asks:

8 and 21 for Pierre and Felix?

13 and 17 for Val and Adam?

Pierre et Felix

8. What were their first impressions of each other?

Felix: Oh, he's cute.

Pierre: qwererwq weree sas -- ahem. *you're a professional, Lin* -- why is he kissing my hand?

The attraction was there and mutual.

21. How have they changed each other for the better/for the worse?

Felix brings an ease and a joy to Pierre's life. And a healing. Also not for the WORSE but loving a vampire brings it's own set of problems. Okay maybe for worse, in a sense, but with falling in love again brings the potential of falling into grief.

Pierre brings steadiness and accepance for Felix. I think they both do that for each other. Felix is loved as Felix is. But I think loving someone like Pierre is gonna be a struggle of conquering his insecurities for Felix because Felix needs to be first pick (he deserves it after what he's endured) but Pierre is very responsible/duty bounded .... soooooo. Yeah. So again maybe noot CHANGED for the worse, but definitely gonna bring some pain to his door in return. Which might do its own damage.

Valdam.

13. Name something they would never do for the other person. 

Destroy a car. Thankfully neither would ask the other that. They're all about vehicle restoration in this relationship.

Honestly, I don't know. I feel Adam would never leave Val behind. Never leave them to play big damn hero, even at cost of his own life. Even if that meant in doing so would exacerbate certain issues Val has (ie, their feeling Rook saving another family destroyed their own).

What would Val not do? I think there are certain things or situations Val wouldn't forgive/let go no matter how much Adam requested (ex, Rebecca). However, I don't think Adam WOULD request it. He might not agree but he'd understand. And that's why they work.

Man, I need to ponder this. This is such a good question. I would do anything for love, BUT I won't do that.

17. What senses (sights, smells, feelings, etc). remind them of each other?

I think for Adam, Val triggers scent. Even though they have a very specific look (hello Val, the 1950s are calling), it's scent. Val smell's like a car garage, licorice, and what Adam will learn is fruity pebbles and/or lucky charms (do they eat anything else?)

For Val it's sight. I mean Adam is HOT, lol. The first thing about him they noticed and it kept them going when he made them want to pepper spray him. However, it's really kind of abstract. It's his height, his lines, his steadiness and solidness -- it is something so unfamiliar to their life. In a sense, it's probably touch too, though the two haven't really.

I don't think Val is a big cuddler but sometimes I think they might just tuck their face at the crook of his neck, that sturdy slope. Adam is intimidating sure, big and bulkly and severe but he's comforting. To Val he'll equal comfort (once he stops headassing).

[OTP ASK] Thanks for the ask <3 :-D!!!

[missdreamsalot]

The Queen’s Guard- CH. 3: City of Angels

A/N: I would first love to thank @lordofhorizons for helping me with this chapter and tolerating my craziness! Love you! <3

And a huge thanks to my amazing readers who continue to motivate me!

Happy reading~ *ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

Book: The Royal Romance

Main Pairings: Leo x OC, Liam x OC

Future Pairings: Maxwell x OC, Bastien x OC, Drake x Olivia x OC

Summary: A rotten apple in the family threatens their lives and there is only one way to get rid of bad blood. 

Masterlist

Series Warnings: Violence, Language, Sexual Content, Angst, Dark Situations, Character Death

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of The Royal Romance, or Rules of Engagement; they belong to Pixelberry. I only own my OC’s.

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Ch. 3: City of Angels

“What exactly will happen when this is through?”

Liam peeked over his shoulder. Madeleine was standing behind him, arms crossed rigidly, as he shuffled the papers on his desk. After settling them into neatly placed stack, he faced her while placing his phone in his coat pocket and leaning back against his desk. He had just told her about Tariq and Los Angeles, and the certainty of seeing Elle once again.

Honestly, he didn’t know what was going to happen when the scandal was cleared or how things would go with Elle.

“I need a reply, Liam.” she demanded. “If my position as Queen is at risk, I need to know.” She pushed firmly.

“My intention was to merely confront Tariq to clear Elle’s name. I wasn’t expecting Val-”

“Val? That punk-looking woman?” Madeleine inquired sternly. “You two certainly have a thing for peculiar women. Trashy at that.”

Liam’s eyebrows furrowed in anger. “You want to know the truth? Yes, your position as Queen is hanging on a thread. I am going to L.A to remedy the chaos my father created and win back the woman I adore with all my heart.”

Hurt unmistakably crossed her face as he continued. “And if she will accept me back into her life, I will, without hesitation, make her the queen she was meant to be.”

Madeleine smoothed out the sides of her dress as she collected herself. “Well then. That’s all I needed to hear.” With her chin held high, she closed the space between them. Her slender fingers wrapped around his tie and tugged him forward, forcing him to stare down at her.  “Good luck on your trip, but I hope you come to understand what’s truly best for this country....” Pristine nails glided up his neck and as she cupped his cheek, she pressed her red-stained lips against his. He only waited until she pulled away. “…Me.” she affirmed with usual poise.

Satisfied with having the last word, she turned and exited the room, but not before bumping into Drake who suddenly appeared at the doorway.

“Oh, uhh, sorry.” He sidestepped out of her way, allowing her to pass. She said nothing as she moved on. “Always a charm to be around…” he muttered sarcastically.  “Ready to go, Liam? Everyone’s waiting out front.”

Liam sighed heavily at having just dealt with Madeleine. “I’m ready.” And to be gone for as long as possible.

Two days have passed since his discharge from the hospital. He felt mostly well, but the aches and pains returned with a vengeance every so often. Regina insisted that he give himself at least a week to recover, but Liam didn’t want to delay his departure any longer. He was eager to get to L.A and see Elle again.

However, he was overburdened with the situation of the bombing. Everyone wanted answers, but he couldn’t give them. The only link that they had was slaughtered by a 100lb direwolf, according to Bastien. Several questions remained about the group she affiliated with and how she escaped her cell. The cameras had been hacked into and disabled and, following that, the two guards keeping a look out were also killed.

In addition, there was no further word from Val.

Once Liam and his group made into the jet that was arranged for them, he took a seat across from Leo.

“Anything?” he asked his older brother, who stared solemnly out the window.

“No.” Leo pressed the balls of his hands into his eyes. “Christ, she drives me insane!” he exasperated. “She is so careless and selfish. Then she goes and disappears without saying anything!”

“Sounds like you’re talking about yourself, Leo.” Drake interjected, which was followed by a glare from the rebellious ex-prince. Those two always seemed to have it out for each other, but Liam couldn’t deny the truth in Drake’s words.

He added amusedly, “Perhaps this is karma? The world has finally caught with you.”

Leo groaned. “This woman…”

“Guess who has the bubbly!” Maxwell burst into the cabin happily. “Pre-celebration for clearing Elle’s name.”

“We shouldn’t get our hopes up.” Drake said, “There are half a dozen places we have to eliminate and who knows if Tariq hasn’t already up and left.”

“Pre-celebration for reuniting with Elle!”

“I don’t think I feel up to it. Sorry, Maxwell.” Liam stated softly. Dejected, Maxwell turned away with a slump in his shoulders.

“Oh, what the hell. Give it here, buddy!” Leo reached forward and Maxwell cheerfully obliged, handing him a glass.

“Valentina apparently had a run in with our father. Under what circumstances, I’m unsure.” Liam stated calmly as Leo chugged down the champagne.

Leo stayed silent, staring down at the empty glass. “I always had my suspicions. I just didn’t want to believe father would go that far… but if he was willing to ruin Elle’s reputation, it wouldn’t surprise me if he said or did something that forced Val to cut things off.”

He chortled half-heartedly. “I feel kind of stupid. She knew who I was, I don’t know for how long or why she never said anything… I would steer clear of the details if she asked and all this time she knew. I just don’t understand why she didn’t just tell me what was going on?” He paused thoughtfully. “I don’t know how I feel about all this…”

“There must be more to it.” Liam reckoned, in an attempt to ease Leo, but it only seemed to irritate him.

His brother gave an audible tsk. “Yeah, her job. That was always her excuse. Spy, hitwoman, whatever she is…Now, I could care less.” He stood up sharply.

“Leo-”

“I could use another drink or two.” Liam looked after his brother worriedly as he walked to the back of the jet’s luxurious cabin. He understood why Leo felt so frustrated with Val. He just hoped he didn’t do anything stupid.    

The rest of the flight passed on uneventfully, three men brooding about the current happenings while Maxwell was seemingly optimistic about well…everything. They arrived in Los Angeles early afternoon the next day, and after settling into their rooms for a bit they reconvened in Liam’s suite.

Everyone, except for Leo.

“Is this really a surprise?”  Drake said, combing a hand through his visibly damp hair.

Maxwell eyes lit up excitedly. “OooOooh, I saw him walking out of the hotel with a smoking hot babe in his arm.”

Liam berated his older brother internally. Dammit, Leo. He was definitely doing something stupid.

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Leo entered the building that pulsed with pounding drums and lively shrills from electric guitars. Lights of vibrant colors twirled over the dancing crowd whose excited feet quaked the floor.

“C’mon!” The busty blonde pulled him towards the bar with an enthusiastic laugh. “How lucky am I to have snagged a prince?!”

“Ha.” He clenched his teeth. ‘Probably not your best idea; going out with a zealous fan…’ But he was aching for a night out and needed to get his mind off a certain someone, and ironically, here he was thinking about not thinking about her.

As the band ended the last remnants of their song darkness consumed them until the room glimmered back to life. 

Turning back to the bar, he froze in place. 

‘Just how much damn smaller could this world be?’

From the looks of it, Val must’ve been in the dancing mob near the stage. With tousled hair and a visible sheen of dampness along her face, she was speaking to another woman near the bar. The blonde didn’t look happy while Val, who appeared laid-back, played off what her friend had said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Val’s gaze glided along the crowd, half listening to her. Until finally, she met his. The piercing kick of an electric guitar cut through the air as the band sparked back to life.

“Here’s your drink, handsome!” His date flashed the cocktail in his face. Breaking away from the surprised look on Val’s face, he refocused his attention on cute Andrea.

“Just what I needed.” He grinned roguishly. “Thanks, beautiful.” His fingers tangled in the back of her hair and he leaned in, capturing her luscious lips. Was he being petty? Undeniably so, and Leo wasn’t afraid of putting on a show.

She moaned as he kissed her deeply and their lips moved sensually against each other. He opened his eyes and allowed his teeth to scrape her bottom lip as Val watched.

A shadow fell over her face, eyes darkening dangerously. Val turned away and reached behind the bar, dragging out her classic black leather jacket. He caught sight of something twinkle underneath the lights but she was quick to hide it away. The bartender acknowledged her with a grin. “Have fun!” He shouted.

Val only responded with a thumbs up and took the stairs to the second floor, her companion following behind.

“Let’s rock out, Leo!” Andrea draped her arms around him, insistently guiding him toward the jumping crowd.

“Whoa!” He took the opportunity to purposely spill his drink. Andrea shrieked, leaping away from the liquid. 

“Why you don’t go ahead? I’m going to go grab another one. I need to be able to keep up with you.” He winked. Captivated, she nodded obediently and got lost in the sea of dancers.

Leo traced Val’s steps up to the next level and caught her going through a door at the end of the hall as he reached the top. He maneuvered his way through the swaying bodies, eventually coming face to face with it. On the front it read: ROOF ACCESS. AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY.

He sauntered through without hesitation and up the next set of stairs carefully. The brick cobbled walls braced a steel door at the upper end. It was slightly ajar, tendrils of moonlight and a stream of words seeping its way in.

“…isn’t going to bode well for anyone…for Danielle especially, and she is in no condition to fret.”

Leo peered through the crack. Both women had their back to him. They were speaking to a middle-aged man with spectacles.

“Why are do you feel so inclined to know?” he asked Val.

Leo couldn’t make out Val’s next words as they flowed in a soft, delicate whisper.

The man’s shoulders sagged. “I’m sorry, Valentina. I truly am. All I can say now is to go to your father.”

Val responded. “He’s no help. He practically begged me to never bring it up again, or anything related to their deaths.”

His lips pursed, then he sighed. “There is a distressing reason behind that.”

“Will you tell me?”

“I’m in no position to, but…” A passing breeze concealed his next words, and Leo unconsciously leaned forward causing the door to groan against his weight.

Before Leo knew it, there was a sudden flash of silver and a metallic clang from behind him. The blonde had, without warning or hesitation thrown a fine narrow dagger in his direction. Assuming they were professionals, Leo surmised that it was a warning shot. She seemed more than capable of hitting her target; aka his head.

He pushed the door open with his foot, revealing himself with hands up in surrender. He stared intently at the trio, his eyes eventually resting on Val. Her eyes tore through him with a coldness he never saw before, causing more damage than any other blade could.

The man addressed Val, “Another contact of yours?”

“No. I don’t know who that man is.” Val deadpanned. The blonde began to reach under her coat, but she intervened quickly. “Zinnia, I’ll take care of him.”

“I suppose we’re finished here then?”

“Yes, Thompson. Thank you.” Val bid him farewell.

Thompson passed him with a friendly grin. “Good luck.” He muttered under his breath. Zinnia said nothing but gave him a passing glance as she went back inside.

As soon as the door closed, Leo heard the unmistakable sound of a gun cock.

“Are you serious?” His eyebrows furrowed irritably.

Val took aim and fired… the concrete by his foot split and was left dented by the bullet. She gave a cunning tilt of her head.

“I’m really tired, Leo, and I don’t think I have the patience to deal with you right now, especially after your little stunt in there…” Val said, pointing the smoking pistol at him.

Standing his ground, Leo examined her. Rigid yet calm, her eyes, though blazing with ferocity, also carried a sadness with them. He noticed the dark circles settled underneath and if he wasn’t mistaken, she’d lost a bit of weight.

“I’m sorry, okay? But could you blame me for being angry? You left without a damn word.”

She sighed, “I meant to get back to you but I’ve been busy with-”

“Your job?” Leo spat. “It takes just a minute to send a message saying-I don’t know- anything, Telling me that you’re okay?!”

She withdrew her weapon as if the weight was too much to bear. “I don’t have time for this.” Her steps were quick as she attempted to make her way past him, but he blocked her path.

“Please, just talk to me!”

Val gazed somberly at the ground. It was clear that something was bothering her. He was conflicted with whether or not he should push the matter, but he was tired of being left in the dark.

His words were soft. “Help me understand. I don’t want to feel this way towards you, but you’re not giving me much options.” He gently took her arms in an approach to comfort her, but she remained motionless.

When he felt her tremor in his hands, she swiftly clasped his wrist. He observed her with concern. Whatever that was, it wasn’t from the cold. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head as her eyes welled up with tears. “I have to go.” She choked. Allowing her to remove his hands, he stepped aside. “Enjoy the rest of your night.”

And Val was gone, leaving him with more unanswered questions and a hollow feeling in his chest.

The rest of the night seemed to move in a haze. He found his way back to the bar, had a couple more drinks, and eventually reunited with Andrea. He indulged her with lustful words and sweet caresses, driving that pitiful cloud above his head away for the night.

Stumbling contentedly into her apartment, clothes found their way to the floor as he lavished her with eager kisses and tantalizing bites. He grasped the heated flesh of her thighs wrapped around him, pressing their bodies firmly together in a tangled mess.

Walking to her bedroom, Leo tripped suddenly, losing his balance. Andrea squealed as she collapsed on the soft, plush carpeting with him on top and they erupted in a fit of drunken laughter.

She pushed him onto his back, climbing over his chiseled body. Her fingers raked down his chest while her lips discovered the tender skin of his neck. He groaned, shutting his eyes.

When he opened them again, Val swam in his vision. “Val…” he sighed longingly.

She smirked, arching her back seductively. “I’m going to take great care of you tonight.” Her hips shifted and he grabbed them tightly as she began to move enticingly against him.

His head fell back as the feel of her enraptured him and he lost himself in the warmth of her touch…

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*Knock* Knock* Knock*

Liam stepped away from the door, glancing back at the address Val had given him. He seemed to be in the right place. The apartment complex was well-built and stood strongly despite its vintage-styled architecture. The fourth-floor walls were adorned with antique light fixtures and historical portraits against white panel walls. He recognized the painting closest to him as Rene Magritte’s ‘The Lovers’. The couple in the photo had their faces covered in cloth; a scene that held more significance more than he realized. 

He heard sudden movement in the inside and his anxiousness increased. Was it a mistake being here? Should he come back later? It was a bit selfish to assume she was available, but when would it be the best time? 

He exhaled heavily. 

The elevator dinged down the hall and as the doors opened, a woman’s laughter spilled free. The melody propelled him to turn as it ignited his heart and the feeling only intensified when the sight of Elle invaded his mind.

She stepped out, smiling brightly up at a man who followed behind her, carrying a bag of groceries.

She stopped short upon seeing him, her green eyes widening in disbelief and face becoming considerably pale “Liam?” His name fell breathlessly from her pink lips.

However, his attention was fixed on a part of her that bulged out considerably; round and swollen. 

That could only mean one thing: she was pregnant.

[caelan0d]

any val companion asks you havent answered yet? if so pls do

what perk would they give the player?

Val is honestly almost completely a speech and survival character, and I'd want that to be reflected in his perks.

Natural Leader- When you have Valentin as a companion, when talking to someone who is not part of a faction, the player has +5 to SPEECH checks and +1 to Charisma checks.

After completing Val's personal quest, the player gains Friends in High Places.

Friends in High Places- It pays to have friends who have friends in high places. When Valentin is in the player’s party, unique dialogue options will be available when talking to the big players in Vegas.

how do you recruit them? are there multiple methods?

You would either find Val in The Kings or he would be on the main street of The Strip in front of The Tops. In my mind him as a companion is helping out around Freeside after the events of The Divide and happened to bump into Benny on one of his "business trips" so he's in in out of The Kings and The Tops like regularly lol. As long as you aren't with the Legion you should be able to recruit him no problem.

what raises and lowers their affinity?

Raises- Being nice, Flirting, Passing speech or charisma checks, helping non-faction npcs

Lowers- Helping the legion, helping the NCR, murder, being violent

how do they react to certain things? what do they say? (eg. lockpicking, grabbing junk, killing?)

Lockpicking- "Ooo can you teach me that?"

Grabbing Junk- "Anything good?", "You know we can't carry everything in the Mojave, right?"

Murder: "Are you out of your mind?!" "Who the hell taught you to shoot?"

do they periodically give the player items? what kind of items?

Periodically gives them cheesy songs. Very useless but hey, its fun

Oh and also eggs. Where did they come from?

would they be able to do specialized task? (eg. repairs, hacking)

Nah

would they be romancable?

Yep! Can only be truly romanceable by a guy presenting player but truly does not mind flirtation from a gal.

do they have a unique outfit or weapon?

Has both "Dad's Hat" and "Dad's Bandana" as unique outfit items.

what would be their personal quest, if they have one?

so I haven't fully fleshed out Val's personal quest but it would basically involve you taking him to meet his sister in the NCR and then to find and rescue his brother from the Legion. I think it would be called "Every rose has it's thorn"

what are their opinions on certain factions? (eg. brotherhood, NCR)

He would absolutely leave you if you joined the Legion. They killed both his parents and kidnapped his brother so uh yeah you are not getting brownie points with him for that. He does not like the NCR and will complain about it but wont leave you. Obviously likes Yesman and Benny. Gets sad if you kill Benny buy understands hey the mf had it coming for shooting you. Comments negatively about the BoS if you bring him with and comments positively on the Followers and the Khans.

general voice lines? (in reaction to companion wheel selections)

Use Melee: "I wont know if I hit them- WAIT I meant they wont know what hit them!"

Use Ranged: "Time to play Cowboy"

Open inventory: “They say sharing is caring, after all”

Stay close: "I've got your back"

Keep distance: "Right, got it."

Be Passive: "Sure thing, I rather charm my way through enemies anyways"

Be Aggressive: "Grr. How's that for aggressive?"

Wait here: "You always leave a guy hanging?" "Don't be long now"

Follow me: "On the road again!"

Sneaking: "right... no talking... got it"

“Let’s travel together”: "Haven't been out and about in the mojave for months, should be interesting to see what's happening"

“Let’s travel together” (already have a companion): "I'm normally down for 3 or more, but not out in the middle of the desert"

Leaving companion at the Lucky 38: "Please don't make me take the elevator again."

“I wanted to ask you some questions”: "I'm an open book", "shoot, cowboy"

where would you find them in the world?

In Freeside or in The Strip around The Tops

which game would they be from?

Fallout New Vegas

miscellaneous facts?

4 ST, 4 PE, 5 EN, 10 CH, 5 IN, 7 AG, 4 LK

Tagged skills: Barter, Medicine, Speech

Weapon of Choice: Cowboy Repeater or 9mm pistol (Ranged) , Tire Iron (Melee)

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my url? :o

VIBE CHECK. [ Not-Accepting ]

Do I Follow Them?: ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY.

Why Did I Follow Them?: OK I remember following your Pentious blog and I was like. OOOO new snake bois. SEXY PROMO LES GO. And IMMEDIATELY Finn delivered me the GOOD SHIT and such BEAUTIFUL WRITING. They were so FUCKING FUNNY I remember dming my friends screencaps like PLS LOOK AT THIS. It was delightful

Do We Role Play?: WE DO BUT NOT AS MUCH AS I WOULD LIKE

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: Fortnite dances.

An AU Idea For Our Muses: HMMMMMMMMM. I think a role reversal between Angel and Molly w ur Val would be interesting – or going off what we talked bout w Molly trading herself for Angel’s safety maybe and bada bang bada boom yk – ORRRR Some Overlord Verse stuff w. Any of ur muses tbh.Grabby. OR SOME MODERN REAL WORLD STUFF if ur ever down for that kinda stuff. Just grabby.

A Song For Our Muses: Interweb - That Poppy

Do I Ship Our Muses?: I’ve joked before about literally shipping with all ur muses and I Mean It.

What I Think About The Mun: Jotaro dance gif. My GOD do I love Finn. They are so charming and charismatic and HILARIOUS. They just have such a fun flow of energy and are SO caring and SOOO compassionate and passionate and my GOD the amount of times you offered a hand for me during a rough patch makes me so touched. You have such a comforting presence and sincerely make me happy. I love seeing you on the dash, in my notes, writing with you, talking with you. Which I wanna do more I just. As I said. Bad at socializing u can ask anyone - KAJSD. But I would die for u. Kill for u. I adore u! I cherish u. And I feel so lucky to have become friends with such a sweetheart.

Overall Opinion: if u aint following finn wtf u doing? sprays u with cold water.

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[charomiami]

Part 5 Continuation of Confession co-written with @helloaschefire  who started with Farewell. 

Thank you, Ash for giving me such a good platform. 

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

SUPER LONG STORY POST! And I’m not sorry. I am just happy we were able to get this done before Christmas. Y’all... I had a meltdown over my own deadline. and @helloaschefire put up with me... she’s spectacular.  BUT DONE DONE DONE YAY!

A dream of home, the family cabin in the alps, slowly faded while the rhythmic chopping of wood grew louder. Valentina wasn’t sure if her head was what was actually being split open or actual fallen trees. The pillow she tried so desperately to shove against both ears was worthless.  (continued below the cut)

But then it came to her. 1) Angel was supposed to be gone today. 2) Even if Angel had stayed, Angel wouldn’t be chopping wood knowing Val was sleeping.  As painful as it was she patted around looking for her gun, a gun, any gun and found none to be within reach. As she flung her limbs to wrap the blankets around her, she realized she was dressed. Valentina knew that if Angel were around, she would not be clothed.

Slowly she crept to the camper’s back window and peeked out to where the sounds, sunlight, and the vision of Johan’s bareback came pouring in. A short bit later, and two cups of coffee in hand, she braved the hangover and opened the camper’s back door.

Johan looked up with an expression hard to read thanks to the goggles he wore to protect his eyes, but there is a smile beneath them, brief but true. He leaned the axe against the pile and wiped his brow with the back of his bare arm. "She lives."

"Barely, but..." she was going to ask what that means, did he see her knocked out? Was she snoring? Was she drooling? Oh gods, please no sleep talking! She pleaded with herself.

"What are you doing?" She took the trailer steps carefully until bare feet hit the cool autumn ground.  Her arm stretched out to present a cup of coffee just for him.

He reached for the cup, fingers brushed against Val’s. "I am chopping wood."

"I can...see that" She waited a moment keep the silly girl inside in check at his touch. Her cheeks felt hot but she was hungover so she hoped she just woke up that way. 

"But, why? And why here?" Hair fell into her eyes as she sipped her coffee. She didn’t bother to fix her bed head as she watched him. Dog and Cupid sped by, chasing a rabbit. "I am sure Angel appreciates you cutting firewood for her, but..."

"She needed woodcut." He shrugged before taking a sip of the coffee. "Dad always said, you stay a place, you take care of it."

The smirk growing on her face faded as she started to blink. She was about to say something clever but his words robbed her of wit and blew the fog from her mind.

"Stay at a place, but you don't..." You don't stay here, did you stay here, what you don't stay here. None of these made it past her lips.  "I don't understand."

He unbuckled the goggles. As they pulled free, their presence lingered in the indentations around his eyes. He grabbed his shirt off the wood box by the trailer. "It's all right. You're still full of fog. Let's go back inside."

She still had no clue or maybe she did and she didn't want to admit it. The truth was scarier than any dream.

He held the door for her, squinting at Dog who yawned in response before cavorting with Cupid once again. The pair would keep an eye on the place while Jo and Val were distracted with each other.

She took as big a drink of her coffee as the temperature would allow and slowly turned to go back inside. As she crossed the threshold she caught her reflection and knew she needed to get right, inside and outside. Shamelessly she stopped in front of the mirror but made enough room to let him get by. 

She at least had the decency to apologize, "I'm sorry, I look awful." She whipped her hair up into an old ballet bun that had been second nature for most of her life.  "But a shower will have to wait I suppose." she half mumbled to herself.

"I don't think you've ever looked awful." Ducking, bobbing and weaving his way through the tiny space to the kitchenette. He would get her to a shower once she was awake enough to pay attention to their surroundings. "You want something to eat? Tato? Mutfruit? I think there are some beans."

She did a double take in his direction, as discreetly as she could anyway, with fingers pushing up loose strands and trying to wipe bits of makeup she left on. She was again about to say something but he beat her to the punch with an offer for breakfast?

She peeked around the little corner cut off, "You really don't have to but, I am hungry to be honest. Angel keeps some breakfast things in the cubby." Right where he was at. "There. But you have to let me help. You already did too much this morning."

She tried to secretly sniff her shirt collar and could smell she'd been sitting next to someone smoking those cheap cigarettes last night. The gag face was there and thankfully Johan could NOT see that!

While he was in the other area she quickly pulled off her shirt from the night before and was happily grabbing something clean she kept around Angel's for spares.

His shirt was draped over one shoulder. The goggles and coffee cup set aside on the counter. He found the cubby and the breakfast things. Cakes and bread, and butter? Score. "I don't mind. I used to do this for No..." He turned around just in time to see a bareback.

She pulled the shirt over and tightened her bun one more time before turning around and seeing Jo, in a domestic kinda setting with his shirt. She bit her lip and smirked,  a mental slap given and received before she tried to slink by him. He couldn't feel her eyes on his chest could he?! She gave herself another slap. Why god why? why do you do this I'm a good girl.

She grinned her best grin at Johan trying to play cool. She didn't hear him about to say Nora, nope nope. Lordy, Nora was a lucky girl. Yes, she heard it and it didn't bother her at all.

"You sure? You don't want help? I mean you've never been here," she offered. Her headache was growing smaller and smaller. 

"It's a big place. I will need your help not to get lost," he joked and gave her another smile that brightened his face and was suddenly gone.  He laid out things for her to eat. "Sit. You're not feeling well."

She hadn't seen him smile, well a true smile, this many times in such a short span. Why did she love it so much? She sat down the chair on the other side of the table that would allow her to face him.  She watched him as he kept putting things in front of her.

"I... feel better but" yes it was still there, but she was distracted enough to forget until she moved or looked a certain way.  "Please, you will join me, raring,  won't you? Don't forget to eat since you were working so hard. I can restock her stores later."

"Please?" She felt bad as it was, she put extra pout into that please to make sure he ate something for her.

"All right," he agreed. He poured more coffee before settling down opposite. Just the two of them. Again. The place was just as crowded as Home Plate but cozier. He felt more relaxed than he had in months.

Valentina tried to focus on her breakfast and coffee instead of him. It was torture. She started talking about breakfast they would have back home when she was little. She missed those days. She never told anyone a lick about home. Her mother, her sister, her father. Those moments. But they were just as out there as the fruit on the plate for Jo. She actually laughed telling him a story about her sister laughing milk out her nose, as she picked at the best parts of a mutfruit.

She liked the way he looked in the halo of sunlight coming in from the camper's cheesy bubble dome skylight. Why did he have to be so...

"Oh your coffee ..." She went to pick up the kettle thinking she'd been going on and on and it was time to stop.

He enjoyed hearing her stories of home more than she might ever know. He'd been homesick ever since he woke up and chatting with the Good Neighbor ghouls only went so far. They'd been changed by the war. Horribly so and their memories were fading. His and Valentina's were right there, on the surface. Every day they spent in this future became a comparison of what they left behind. It was unhealthy. They both needed to look forward, but here in this place. "It's all right. I've had enough." He reached for her hand, to keep her there. To hold her hand.

"Oh, okay." She was stopped in her tracks by such a simple motion. She forgot all about the kettle, all about home, all about everything but his hand on hers. She couldn't take her eyes away. She was scared to look up at him, to look him in the eyes, but she did.

"Johan," she was also scared to ask him what she should have asked him from the beginning. Even though he kind of dodged her question in the most charming way.  What is going on? Are you okay? Why are you really here? is everything okay? 

"How did you know to come up here this morning?" She laced her fingers in his, just this once before he would pull them away. How do you explain a touch that starts at the tip of a finger but touches your heart? She was going to suffer for this later and she knew it. She didn't care.

The thought of pulling away was as distant as their pasts. Their fingers in knots than laces. He took a deep breath and squeezed. He would not let her go. "I've been here since yesterday before you got here."

"Yesterday?" She didn't blink her amber eyes this time, instead, they grew slowly wider and wider. She was now a deer in the headlights. Before you got here. She started to put pieces together. She tried to withdraw her hand but it wouldn't budge.

Why the door was open to the camper

Why she smelled his scent in her dream.

Why she was still dressed instead of her usual.

Why he knew she wasn't well.

He heard it all? No no, she wouldn't cry. She said that was over. But the embarrassment was long-lasting. She put her head in her free hand and confessed, "I'm so sorry Jo. You weren't supposed to..."

"I know. Angel wouldn't let me leave. I'm sorry." He relaxed his grip enough that she could pull free if she wanted. He hoped and wished and prayed so hard she wouldn't untangle their fingers. "and then, it wasn't right to leave you like that, alone." He paused, brows furrowed because this was hard. He was taught not to be so expressive. Be the rock. Be her rock. But how could he if she did not want him to know how she felt?

She wished Angel would have stayed out of it, but it was still her own damn fault. Valentina didn't move her fingers. Instead, without looking, she ran her thumb slowly over his knuckle. 

"I just didn't think it was fair with everything going on and, then you and Piper and I got the wrong idea. But then at .." she looked up... "Was that a safe house or a warehouse?"

The question came out of left field and made him blink and look up from what she was doing with her thumb. "What? Oh, a little of both. I used it for a while when I was still tracking Kellogg, but now, seemed better used by the Minutemen."

Her humor was trying to kick in as a secondary. She nodded thinking about his answer. His expression made the tiniest of grins appear in the corner of her lips and in her eyes.

"Well, General." she shrugged softly. "What else can I do. You know my secret now. You have me at a very big disadvantage." She knew it wasn't too big. He was still holding her hand, and he had smiled. She could still feel his arm about her even if it was so brief a moment. He hid her for safety not out of fear. But now what? Did he know how close she was to daring him to kiss her or worse?

"I've known for a while, but I couldn't do anything about it. I...wanted to do something. I did. I should never have been with Piper,” he said.

"Awww... wait," Just how many aces does this man have up his sleeve? "What do you mean,  you've known a while?"

This would be the last ace. All the cards laid on the table. "Did I ever tell you that my grandmother came from Stockholm, raring?" He would likely take a hit for this ace. He braced for it, turning his head so he could watch her from the corner of his eye.

She did pull her hand away. She pulled her whole body away from the table though briefly. She moved around to his side of the table and rabbit punched him right in the shoulder in a torrent of words and phrases she was SURE he understood now. Each comparing him to a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"How, why you didn't tell me?" She jumped on his lap and punched his shoulder once more! "You let me make a fool out of myself, and you...." now there was a full-blown pout of all time and she would stay there with a hot glare until he had an answer.

“If I told you, you would have stopped. Right?”

“Well, yes. But...”

“But,” he cut her off gently. “Hearing that made this whole terrible world somehow, better.”

Each word from Johan’s mouth knocked down the last bricks in the wall Valentina had built, and all the words she never wanted to say came right out. It must have shown in her eyes as Johan’s hands rose up and cupped Valentina’s face drawing it closer to his.

“I’ve loved you for so long, Jo.”

“I’ve loved you even longer.”

Time seemed to freeze for Valentina, hearing Johan’s words. She fell to him and his lips with a kiss she’d held back for an eternity. He didn't hesitate and never would again. Warm mouths, soft caress of their lips, it was finally the moment they once only imagined.

Thank you YAY They are OFFICIAL now! YAY I am so happy! I’ll do a headcanon bullet-pointy thing for them later. I am slammed today with a commission and real life.

MY BALLERINA HAS HER GINGER GENERAL!

[dwtsreviewarchive]

DWTS S25 Premiere Week 1 Recap / Review

DWTS S25 Week 1...Here we go..Here we go again

Recaps [Here]

Three Musketeers: Carrie Ann, Len & Bruno are back. You know as much as I love Julianne as a judge & I really do, as well as some guest judges, it’s nothing like the seeing the 3 original still kicking after 25 seasons. 

Only one judge speaking per couple, ehhh right. lol

Next Week: 2 Eliminations & 2 Dances. Monday: Ballroom Night & Tuesday: Latin Night

1.Terrell Owens & Cheryl Burke - Cha Cha (5+5+5=15)

Cheryl was the secret 13th pro, no real surprise, she’s been away for a bit, but they almost always come back (looking at you too Mark Ballas). I’m just gonna put it out there, I’m not the biggest Terrell Owens fan but I won’t let it cloud my judgement of his dancing. I actually think he could do well, DWTS loooves a tall, dark, football player with twinkly toes.. Cheryl is a good pick for him. This was a nice, standard cha-cha for a premiere nothing too exciting, he’s got rhythm & musicality. His footwork was a lot cleaner than expected, obviously could be sharper among other things. He’s kind of flat-footed, but he has the work-hard mentality that could see him trend up mid-season.

2. Debbie Gibson & Alan Bersten - Foxtrot (6+5+6=17) I’m familiar with Debbie’s long career but knowing she struggles with Lyme disease & his pushing herself to the max for this show gives me a whole a new respect for her. Alan has been busting his butt in the troupe & as a stand-in for some seasons so it’s nice to see him get a chance to show his stuff as a pro. Beautiful foxtrot to debut with, her & Alan are cute together. Debbie is very striking on the floor, there are times when she was right on it & then a little stiff and weal posture at times. I can sense a breakthrough coming. 3.Sasha Pieterse & Gleb Savchenko - Cha Cha (6+6+6=18) I have never watched Pretty Little Liars so she’s a virtual stranger to me but I predict she’ll be around for some weeks with the PLL fan-base. She seems to have fun personality. Gleb is not my favorite, he has yet to truly impress me. I think Sasha was holding back her Fierce (prepare for season long Sasha Fierce puns, it’s happening...).She seems to be comfortable out there but hopefully she’ll really let loose sooner than later. There’s a lot more there. Best footwork so far, I just wished they used more of the floor...

4. Drew Scott & Emma Slater - Foxtrot (6+5+5=16) I’m one of the 10 people that don’t watch HGTV, but I do know who the Property Brothers but I don’t have an opinion on them, except Drew is the more attractive one, don’t @ me.  What I do know is Drew got lucky getting paired with reigning champ & DWTS sweetheart Emma. Their popularity should take them far. Easily my favorite choreography of the night so far, it was charming,, on the nose, but pretty jam packed, she made him work more than any other celeb so far. Len is right, that he’s pretty clunky with his feet & hands, hopefully that can be sorted over time. I can’t be too hard on him he had more to do than a lot of celebs. 

5. Barbra Corcoran & Keo Motespe - Cha Cha (5+4+5=14) I’m probably the biggest Shark Tank fan that exist, don’t ask why I just am. So I’m super jacked to see Barabra she’s one of the best and most entertaining sharks. I hope she doesn’t get cut too soon. What can I say about this dance, except I loved every minute of it. I love seeing people live their best life, especially people of a certain age. You got money, power, respect & fame, why not live as much as you can , what’t there to lose? Barbara totally embodies that. This dance definitely had Patti Labelle “In Da Club” vibes. Of course she can greatly improve& I hope she does, but most importantly I hope she continues to have as much fun as possible. 

6. Jordan Fisher & Lindsay Arnold - Tango (8+7+7=22) I’m not a jet setting millionaire so I never saw Hamilton, so I’m not familiar but he’s with Lindsay & that’s enough for me pay attention to him. They seem poised to go really far. He’s charming, cute & has a lot of promise. This tango was fast as we’ve come to like on this show, and pretty sharp. Best footwork, choreography & partnering so far.

7. Nick Lachey & Peta Murgatoryd - Cha Cha (6+6+6=18) Obviously, Nick’s brother Drew won Season 2 with Cheryl but who cares anymore, that was back when the show was less flashy & looked like it was shot on VHS. I’m not really in the mood to hear about this “rivalry” all season. Because, we unfortunately have to focus on Nick vs his wife Vanessa with Maks this season. I was over the competing couples when Alexa Vega & Carlos Pena were on & I’m over it now. It is cute they’re respectively paired with married couple Peta & Maks. Nick is not the most rhythmic celeb, with ironic because Peta is one of the more rhythmic pro’s. He’s stiff but what he lacks in technique, he makes up for in enthusiasm. I’m sensing Vanessa might be the better dancer of the two, at least I’m hoping.

8. Vanessa Lachey & Maksim Chmerkovskiy - Cha Cha (7+7+7=21) I gotta say marriage & fatherhood looks great on Maks. I’m glad my prediction was right, Vanessa is better than Nick. She’s actually really good, one of the best of the night. Maks’ sharp footwork suited her well. Her placement is clean, swift & sharp. One of the most synced partnerships tonight, I want to see her go far.

9. Frankie Muniz & Witney Carson - Foxtrot (7+6+6=19) I haven’t heard much about Frankie since early 2000′s except his car crash some years back but he looks healthy, happy & wealthy (those Malcom in the Middle checks had to be nice). They really benefited from a great, emotional song (Sign of The Times). For someone who once broke his back you couldn’t tell, his extension was really good. To be so shy, Frankie dances very broad, he’s got a great early connection with Witney. Definitely a highlight of the night. 

10. Nikki Bella & Artem Chigventsev - Tango (7+7+6=20) Nikki is about the only name I recognize from the WWE Diva’s. It’ll be interesting to see if she can reign in her dominance to let Artem lead her. Len is absolutely right, her looking down almost ruined the dance, I thought she was uncomfortable at first then I realized she was just watching her feet. When she was in hold it was great, her legs are super long which make for great lines. She’s got great confidence & attack, can Artem contain it? 

11. Derek Fisher & Sharna Burgess - Salsa (6+6+6=18) Derek is Laker legend, I’m excited he’s paired with Sharna who plays no games. NBA players need redemption on this show, Derek might be the guy to do it. His hips & footwork will need work, I think he needs to loosen up more, but he’s super enthusiastic about the whole experience. That ending was super close, Sharna almost ate it..

12. Victoria Arlen & Val Chmerkovksiy - Cha Cha (7+6+6=19) Victoria’s story is remarkable being paralyzed for 10 years, competing in the Paralympics, winning Gold & Silver & learning to walk a year ago & now DWTS & she can’t even feel her legs. Like what are you doing with your life right now? Victoria has a winner’s spirit, she’s incredibly resilient and partner with Val that can take her a super long way. Plus she can actualy dance, there’s no sympathy card in this pairing, Val gave her some challenging choreograph, not just for her situation. The routine was fun, uplifting & matched her spirit and personality. The fact that she can’t feel her legs just blows my mind when watching her dance and sync with Val. The placement was great & clean. These two are ones to watch, she’s got a great story, she’s got Val & she’s got moves. 

13. Lindsey Sterling & Mark Ballas - (7+8+8=22) Lindsey is an incredible violinist who is no stranger to the DWTS stage, having guest performed & she’s also close friends with the Hough / Ballas family already, so this seemed like a natural pairing all around. Obviously great to have Mark and his hair back on the show, he’s a personal favorite with Val. This was by far the single best performance of the night. Quick, sharp & technically sound. Mark took a risk with that hip-hop breakdown but Lindsey murdered it. It was complete flip on what you expected from her as Len noted, something Mark is good for. She’s such a natural and exuberant performer & Mark is such a seasoned pro, it’s a match made in heaven. Honestly, I believe Mark has been robbed many times (Chelsea Kane, Katherine Jenkins, Paige Vanzant) it would be nice to see him win his so long overdue 3rd mirrorball trophy & Lindsey might just be the partner to get it done. Tied for the top with Jordan & Lindsay

Honestly it’s so many celebs that I enjoyed Week 1, I can’t honestly imagine what 2 I would want go home next week.

Next Week: 2 Eliminations & 2 Dances. Monday: Ballroom Night & Tuesday: Latin Night

Recaps [Here]

Who were your favorites? Who do you think will or should go first?

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Beware the Physical Exam!: 3

Summary: Everyone is so determined to keep Haruhi’s secret hidden while yours is on the brink of being revealed. It’s lucky that you’re smart or else everyone would know, but Kyoya is smarter than you think.

Pairing: Eventual Kyoya x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3881

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“Mmmmhhhmmm!”

“Sorry about this, Emiko.”

After slamming the door and locking it, you removed your hand from her mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. As you turned to her, she had a confused face as to why you just shut her up and dragged her into a room.

“Um, Y/N, what was that all about? I thought you’d be happy to see me.”

You placed your hands on her shoulders, feeling a bit guilty.

“Of course I’m happy to see you, Emiko. You just have really bad timing.”

She stared at you as if you just insulted her.

“Y/N, I haven’t seen you in a year and you have the audacity to tell me I have bad timing? Why are you here?”

Shaking your head, you leaned against the wall as you peeked out the small glass window on the door for any sign of someone coming.

“Listen, as long as I’m here, I have a chance to be normal-ish and have a real job, belong to a group of people who depend on me. I can’t have you here telling everyone about my past.”

Scoffing, she outstretched her arms.

“Are you demented? You have to come back. Your father put out a search warrant for you. You can’t just decide when to leave and come here of all places to be some chef for the pretty boys of Ouran Academy. And really, a chef?" 

Taking a breath, you slowly turned back around to her with seriousness in your eyes.

"It’s far better than having to deal with him. And another thing, those boys aren’t just like all the prince charmings we’ve seen before. Believe it or not, they pay attention to me and treat me the way I like to be treated, not forcing themselves on me which is nice for once.”

At this point, she was staring at you, seeing a stranger, not the girl she knew and grew up with.

“Since when did you get so prideful? With all the minutes passed, I haven’t seen one trace of who I used to know. Are you that desperate for approval that you would go this far?”

You tensed up when the small sight of Tamaki came into view as he was coming down the hallway.

“Maybe I just got tired of being poised for my father." 

Turning away, you sighed heavily and desperately grabbed her arm.

"Please, Emiko. Don’t say anything to him. This is the only freedom I’ve had for some time…please don’t take it away from me.”

*Knock* *Knock*

Her eyes flickered over to the door where Tamaki stood outside, peering in while you kept your eyes on her. It felt like forever as she looked between you and him, then closed her eyes and brushed your hands off of her. When they opened back up, they we’re filled with betrayal.

“Fine, I won’t say anything.”

She poked you in the center of your chest.

“But just remember this…what exactly will you do if they find out who you really are?”

And with that last statement, she moved away from you, opened the door and speed walked out into the hallway. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you turned around, catching the curious look on Tamaki’s face as he watched Emiko leave within a second.

“She didn’t look very happy. Everything all right, princess?”

His eyes moved on you and although you tried to bring a convincing smile, even he saw it was forced.

“Everything’s just fine.”

You walked out and closed the door behind you. You began going down the hall towards the clinic and he hurried to walk next to you.

“I’m here if you need to talk, you know. What kind of father would I be if one of my girls was sad?" 

The hand he placed on your shoulder made you stop and he used his other hand to gently grab your chin and lift it up to him.

"Now, why don’t you tell daddy what’s wrong?”

Twisting into an uncomfortable expression, you had disgust in your eyes.

“Um, Tamaki, you can say that to Haruhi as much as you want but please don’t say it to me. Girls can take that entirely out of context.”

And with a comforting smile, you patted his cheek and awkwardly moved away from him and continued down the hall, leaving him momentarily complex.

“Take it out of context…?”

After a few seconds, his face went pale white in realization and a red blush came on his cheeks.

“Oh…”

******

The very first step into the room made you freeze. Eyes widened at the sight of an entire assembly line of workers ready to undress the persons who dared to walk over the threshold. You instantly felt uncomfortable.

Tamaki came in a few seconds after you with his hands on his hips and when he noticed your blank state, he tilted his head.

“What is it? It’s just a physical exam.”

You rose an eyebrow at him as he gave one last smile and started towards one of the tents. Glancing around, you felt a little out of place because you had no idea where you were supposed to go but lucky for you, several employees noticed you standing around and with a large smile on their faces, they all stalked towards you at the same time.

Feeling like a bunny surrounded by foxes, you slowly began to back away, but when they came forward and one of them managed to catch you by the wrist, you knew it was too late.

“Miss Kitahara, please come with us, we’ll have you seated in a closed off room from all the male students.”

Gently holding on to your arms, two women led you towards the hallway and out of the room while another woman placed an arm on your back as she went over a quick summary of what they’d do. As it happened, you merely nodded with an occasional “Okay”. 

As you neared the exit, you saw from the corner of your eye what looked like Tamaki pulling Haruhi into a tent from behind and definitely catching her off guard.

Your eyebrows furrowed at the sight of it. 

Oh no, what is he planning now?

You were completely unaware of the sharp eyes watching you from afar.

“Are you both ready now?”

Buttoning up the last few buttons on their shirts, the twins popped up beside him and smirked.

“Ready when you are, Senpai.”

Nodding, Kyoya hummed. 

“You know what to do. And try to not catch any unwanted attention.”

They fist bumped and started after you, successfully keeping out of every other girl’s sight as they discretely left the room. Kyoya pushed his glasses up and turned to go over to where he was needed, until a doctor bumped into his side. As Kyoya turned and got a good look at the doctor, he furrowed his brows at the very messy state he was in unlike the other doctors. Mumbling an apology, he quickly walked off.

“No problem.”

Tilting his head up, he watched him go in curiosity.

“Huh.” ******

Sighing very irritably, Haruhi was on the floor ready to give up since Tamaki’s little swicheroo plan where he would pretend to be her didn’t work, mostly because the idea was a prank by the twins.

She looked up when a hand was placed on her shoulder and she saw Kyoya smiling down at her.

“Haruhi, you ready? I went ahead and set up a separate room for you, a special boys’ clinic. And I have a doctor standing by sworn to secrecy.”

Tamaki had been standing in the corner, arms crossed as he was still recovering from the embarrassing display of an idea he just endured.

“It turns out the doctors here today are all on staff at one of Kyoya-Senpai’s family’s hospitals.”

He threw a hard glare in his direction.

“Would’ve been nice if he had said something to us earlier.”

 He only smiled innocently as Tamaki narrowed his eyes.

******

“Come on, sis. We’re just curious.”

Hikaru batted his eyelashes as Kaoru shrugged and tilted his head.

“We wanna know more about you, you are our sister, of course. Just one little fact?”

“Go away.”

They hid the frustration from their voices.

“Why won’t you just tell us something? It only makes us that more determined to find out, you know.”

The door cracked open a sliver just enough for your face to pop through and throw an icy stare at them.

“I’m a little busy at the moment. If you don’t leave right now, you won’t get any food I make for the club for a month.”

They both instantly froze up and with defeated sighs, they turned and began walking away from the room. Exhaling in relief, you closed the door, but after a few seconds of it slowly closing, a male hand stopped it and pushed it open.

******

“I’m telling the truth!”

At the sound of the terrified voice, all heads of the members (minus Haruhi) turned and they went outside the tent to see what was going on. What they were greeted with was a girl on the floor, all the other girls surrounding her as she talked up to a man.

“One of the doctor’s grabbed me by the shoulder. He was trying to make a pass at me! I’ve never been so terrified!”

Kyoya adjusted his glasses. "I had a feeling this might happen.“

They all turned their attention to him and Honey spoke up.

"What do you mean?”

He placed a closed hand under his chin as he thought back.

“A bit earlier today, I saw a strange man wearing a white lab coat but clearly not one of our hospital’s doctors and I thought he was a little odd.”

The twins looked to each other, then outstretched their arms.

“Shouldn’t you have said something sooner?”

He chuckled and waved the entire thought away.

“Oh well, it’s no big deal, I’m sure the security guard will catch him.”

“Tell me miss, did you happen to notice where the pervert doctor was headed?”

“Yes, sir. He ran off towards’ the special boys’ clinic.”

It was at that moment that they all went white once the information fully sunk in, then they all looked to the direction the room Haruhi was in.

“Haruhi!”

******

The sound of the door opening caused Haruhi to jump and quickly cover herself just as all the members ran into the small tent inside the room.

“Haruhi, I’ll save you!”

It took them a good twenty seconds of scanning the room to realize the culprit was not in the room and Tamaki turned to Haruhi’s shocked face at their sudden entrance.

“Uh…what are you guys doing in here?”

Grabbing onto her shoulders, Tamaki furiously shook her.

“Are you okay? Did a man with terrible looks put his hands on you?!”

She was growing even more confused.

“Well, uh…when I came in here, a man was running out of the room if he’s what you mean.”

Kyoya stepped forward.

“Do you know where he was going?”

She pointed to her right.

“He ran down the hall towards another private room, the girls’ one I think.”

Kyoya went still and took a deep breath.

“This isn’t good.”

Honey pulled on his pants leg.

“What’s wrong, Kyoya?”

He ran a hand over his face.

“The private rooms are reserved for our Host club only. Who’s the only other girl in our club?”

It took them less than a minute for everything to click and when it did, the twins both dropped their jaws as everyone screeched.

“Y/N!”

******

Your skirt and top dropped to the floor just as the sound of a door closing hit your ears. Your head snapped around and with your curiosity getting the best of you, you pulled away to the tent and stepped out. At the sight of an unfamiliar man with messy hair, you felt very self conscious but once he turned around, your eyes widened.

The second he noticed another person in the room, he turned, ran over and placed a hand over your mouth.

“Please, it’s not what you think! Just keep quiet!”

There was a good amount of awkward silence in the room with your wide eyes on him, and it wasn’t for the reasons he thought.

“…Dr. Yabu?”

His body visibly tensed up and slowly, he moved his hand away from your mouth and got a good look at you. Realization came soon and he was stepping away from you, apologizing when it did.

“M-Miss Y/N?! I didn’t know it was you! Please don’t mention this to your father, he might fire me or worse if he finds out.”

You smiled sweetly at him.

“Dr. Yabu, why on earth are you here? You’re presence might cause some trouble around here.”

He shook his head, putting a hand up to rub his eyes. Slowly, he stepped forward and placed his hands on your cheeks.

“Can you please help me? I’m very lost right now. I didn’t mean to-”

“Y/N!”

His head turned and you let out a small gasp when Tamaki ran into the room and while yelling out something very corny, he did a flying side kick which resulted in Yabu being slammed up against the wall.

“Tama-Chan kick!”

Your jaw dropped and you covered your mouth, silently hoping he was all right as Tamaki landed right in front of you. Out of the corners of your eyes, you could see the twins standing protectively beside you with serious expressions.

“One. Good looks that attract the public eye.”

What?

“Two.”

You glanced behind them and saw Kyoya, an evil smirk on his face as he shut the door.

“More wealth than you can imagine.”

Uh…

Your hair flew in your face as Mori appeared out of nowhere behind you.

“Three. A chivalry that will never be able to overlook–”

You slightly jumped as Honey suddenly came in front of him.

“–the hideous wickedness of this world.”

The heck?

The feeling of cloth covering you made you look up and you realized Tamaki had taken off his shirt and placed it over your exposed body by gently throwing it on your head which exposed him while he walked ahead of you to stare down the man he just kicked into the freaking wall.

Haruhi was standing off in the corner of the room watching everything unfold and trying to stay out of it as much as possible.

Tamaki rose up his head with confidence displaying all over him. 

“That’s what makes up the Ouran Host club.”

Together, their voices all boomed.

“We’re here, watch out!”

What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On?!

Yabu’s eyes went panicked with fear as he threw his arms up in defense.

“Please don’t hurt me! Spare me my life!”

You took the moment of silence to inspect the group of men (and Haruhi) that was now surrounding you and you felt oddly protected but still beyond confused as to why they were all here and why Tamaki just made a grown man cry.

Yabu dropped his arms to his sides and gazed down to the floor.

“I’m a doctor. I have a small emergency medical clinic that I run in the next town over. My name is Yabu.”

Hikaru tilted his head.

“Did he say his name’s Yabu?”

Kaoru shrugged in disbelief.

“That’s crazy! What a terrible name for a doctor.”

And they both shared a look.

“Unless you’re a quack.”

He sighed in disappointment and looked up at everyone, but mostly towards you.

“I know, I’m here because I was hoping to see my daughter. My wife left me last month and took my daughter with her, but I know she attends school here.”

Haruhi rose up a curious hand.

“I don’t mean to pry or anything, but why did your wife leave you?”

His lip quivered as he told the story of his wife being angry at the fact he gave away another I-Owe-You and you knew automatically who it was because he had told you this story before. You glanced down the floor in shame at the thought of your father being the one responsible.

“And that was it, they left me forever. I know I’m terrible at managing our money and I can’t say no to anybody. I don’t blame them for being tired of constantly living in debt. But I wanted to see my daughter one more time so I came here. After being pelted by rain and wandering the streets, I finally made it to your school.”

He brought a hand to his forehead in despair.

“Once I entered, I was mistaken for a doctor here to examine students.”

Hikaru had a bored look on his face.

“Well, of course, you’re wearing a lab coat.”

Kaoru was also unimpressed.

“Anyone would’ve mistaken you.”

You momentarily gave them a look as he continued his story of being also mistaken for a pedophile and they only shrugged in response to your look.

When you returned your attention back to him, you were very surprised to see him and Tamaki on the floor crying together.

You began feeling worse for him, so you stepped forward and knelt down to place a comforting hand on his shoulder.

“Dr. Yabu, I’m so sorry for what you’ve been through, but I think you have the wrong place. Are you looking for Ouran public high school?”

He stopped his crying to look up at you with wet tears still on his cheeks.

“Yes, that’s right.”

Smiling warmly, you lightly giggled.

“I thought so. Dr., this is Ouran Academy, a private school. I’m sorry, but your daughter doesn’t go here.”

His face went red with embarrassment and realization at his mistake.

“Man, that’s pretty sad. You don’t even know what school you’re daughter goes to?”

“I bet you’re relationship is messed up because you don’t pay any attention to her.”

Turning your head, you shot another glare at the twins and they instantly stopped smiling at their own comments.

Honey appeared right beside you with adoration in his eyes.

“Wow, Y/N-Chan! I’m impressed that you figured out he had the wrong school.”

Your mind went black as you tried to come up with an excuse very quickly, but luckily, Kyoya swooped in with a snarky comment.

“Well, there’s no way a daughter of such a small time doctor would ever be able to get into Ouran Academy.”

You and Haruhi shared the same annoyed look towards him.

“Kyoya.”

You glanced back over at Tamaki as he stared down at Yabu .

“Would you please find a map of all the public schools in this area? I’d like to help this man find his daughter.”

Your eyes softened as you stared at him and you caught the sarcasm in Kyoya’s voice as he responded.

“Whatever you say.”

And as he walked off, Yabu stood and followed after him, eager to find out.

******

You all waited patiently for them to return and as you did, Honey ran over to where you were sitting. Pausing with a spoon full of ice cream in your mouth, you rose your head to him, placed the pint of ice cream beside you and smiled.

“Y/N-Chan, why was Dr. Yabu afraid of your dad?”

At that moment, you felt your heart stop and you tried to hide your surprise.

W-What? He heard that? Crap, if he heard, then what if everyone else heard too and just isn’t saying anything? Calm down, Y/N, stop. You can handle this.

Forcibly pulling a wider smile, you leaned down to him and grabbed the pint of ice cream.

“I’ll tell you what, Honey…how would you like an entire half a pint of ice cream all to yourself?”

His eyes lit up, a smile forming on his face.

“Really?!”

You rubbed his cheeks with your thumb and whispered into his ear.

“But you have to promise me that you’ll forget all about what you heard in this room between me and Dr. Yabu or else I’ll be very sad. Okay, Honey?”

He vigorously nodded his head.

“Okay! I promise, Y/N-Chan!”

Smiling in relief, you handed him the pint and in a split second, he was running off back to Mori where he chowed down on his bribe.

At that moment, Kyoya came back in and you stood as he stalked over to the window. You all gathered around him and peered down, watching Yabu walk through the school’s gates and towards the right school.

Hikaru watched in uneasiness.

“Are you sure about this?”

Kaoru smiled wearily.

“After all, even if he does find his daughter, there’s no guarantee that she’ll want to speak to him.”

Tamaki had a determined look in his eyes as he watched him go out of sight.

“Well then, that’s something he’ll have to find out for himself.”

After a good moment of silence after that, you pulled Tamaki’s shirt around you tighter and awkwardly glanced at them.

“I’m sorry about this you guys but could you please leave?”

They all turned their attention to you in horror as if they had offended you and felt guilty.

Tamaki’s eyes went wide with desperation.

“Y/N, are you still angry with us for not thinking of you? You’re not thinking of quitting the Host club, are you?!”

Kyoya’s eyes even went wide.

“You’re smart enough to know how much we value you here. We wouldn’t run without your cooking skills, after all. If it’ll persuade you, you won’t be required to dress up and I’ll even throw in a few pints of ice cream.”

An amused giggle came out of you as turned your gaze to them with a blush on your cheeks at the thought of more ice cream.

“You both are so stupid, I just need to finish my physical exam. As a member of Ouran, of course.”

You turned your body to them to catch the satisfying smile on Kyoya’s face and the still concerned face of Tamaki’s.

“To clear everything up, though, I don’t want you thinking I’m doing this for a delicious dessert.”

Closing your eyes, you smiled brightly.

“I’m doing it to pay back my debt!”

In a matter of seconds, the twins sandwiched you into a hug. You let out a yelp as they smothered you with kisses on your cheeks.

“Aw, sis, you’re so cute!”

“Ahh! Stop it! Let go of me!”

“We can see right through you, we know you just want to stay here with us.”

“Cut it out, boys! Stop! Hey, don’t touch me there!”

“Don’t worry, we’ll never make you feel ignored again! We love you, sis!”

As they suffocated you with affection, Kyoya took the moment to look down at Honey.

“Honey-Senpai.”

He paused his eating to return Kyoya’s look with chocolate around his lips.

“So, what did she say?”

He tilted his head.

“About what? She gave me ice cream, want some?”

Kyoya politely turned down Honey’s offer and moved his quizzical gaze back over to you, silently wandering what connection you had to Dr. Yabu and why he was so terrified of your father.

Who exactly are you, Y/N Kitahara?

[dolloie]

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i swear ure thw cutest person 😞😞🩷

[winchester-sisters-imagines]

We’ve Gone Way too Fast for Way too Long (Part Three)

Pairing: Sister!Reader x Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy)

Words: 1,759

Based off: This imagine

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Warnings: Guns, alcohol, patching up people

Author’s Note: Here it is! Part 3! I hope you all like it! I think just one more part will go to this small little series and we’ll be done with it. Title take from Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy- Haley xx 

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Part One

Part Two

Jax was pissed off at me, I could tell. Whenever Juice pulled the van into Teller-Morrow parking lot and we all filed out, I tried to help Jax inside but he shrugged me off. Everyone else was staring at me like I had lobsters pouring out of my ears; like I was the freak kid at school all the other kids thought I was.

“Chapel,” Clay said, as we all got inside the Clubhouse. “Now.”

Jax headed towards the room, but I caught his arm. “Let go of me, Y/N,” he said, trying to jerk his arm out of my grip.

“You’re hurt, Jax,” I whispered. “Let me patch you up.”

He looked at his stepdad and Clay nodded his head. Jax shook loose from me and walked over to a table, plopping down in a chair. The lights were still out, so I flipped them on and searched around for the first aid kit. I found it under the bar and went back to Jax.

When I sat down beside him, he looked the other way.

“You can be mad at me all you want,” I said, opening up the white box, “but I saved you fucking life. I told you not to go. You need to take off your jacket, cut, and shirt.”

Jax didn’t look at me when he removed his clothes. I saw that the scratch mark on his shoulder wasn’t that deep like I had thought it was. I pressed an alcohol soaked cotton square against the scratch and Jax hissed.

“What the hell was that thing?” Jax asked. “And how did she know your last name?”

I sighed and got the gauze roll and tape out. “Because,” I started. “My life isn’t what you think it is, Jax. My family – my dad, my brothers, and me – we hunt monsters.”

Jax snapped his head towards me. “What the fuck are you talking about? Monsters aren’t real.”

“What do you think that thing was then, Jax? She was a werewolf! And you’re lucky she just scratched you instead of sinking her teeth in you because…” I trailed off. Because Jax would have turned.

“Because what?” he asked.

“Nothing,” I mumbled, wrapping the gauze roll around his shoulder. “I’ve been hunting my entire life. You have SAMCRO blood running through your veins, well I have hunter blood. I’ve been using a gun since I was seven years old.

Jax jerked away from me when I finished patching him up. He stood up and put his white t and leather cut back on. “Jax, c’mon, I’m telling you the truth,” I whispered. I walked closer to him but he took a step forward before turning around.

“None of this makes any fucking sense!” Jax fumed. “You lied to me. You lied to me about your life. I can’t believe you would do that to me.”

“I did it to protect you, Jackson,” I said, tears forming in my eyes. “To protect you and Abel from the life I had and the monsters out there that know me and my family. If I went around saying that I was a hunter and that my dad was John Winchester, do you know how dangerous that would have been for us? Very.”

“Bullshit,” Jax spat.

I huffed. “But me trying to protect you from everything I’ve seen is wrong? Yet, you don’t care about how much of an impact you being in SAMCRO has on Abel. Half the time he doesn’t know where you are. And the other half he thinks you’re never come home again. I know that life, Jax, I lost my mom when I was a baby. And now Sons is dealing drugs and making sure motherfucking porn stars are kept safe. That’s the bullshit.”

The tears were sliding down my cheeks as Jax crossing his arms over his chest. He puffed out his chest but didn’t say anything.

“And I don’t give a shit if you don’t believe me. There are werewolves in Charming and when Dean and Sam get here, we’re going to hunt them down and kill them all.”

I waited outside for my brothers to show up. It had been over an hour since Jax and I had our fight and he wouldn’t look at me. After I told him I was going to kill the werewolves, Chibs opened the Chapel door and called Jax inside.

When their meeting was done, I was outside and watched Jax walk over to the Teller-Morrow building, not looking at me but looking head on.

I heard the familiar rumble of the impala pull into the Teller-Morrow parking lot and I instantly felt better. Dean and Sam, my lovely, wonderful, pain in the ass brothers, were here and everything felt like it did before I left them. Dean turned off the car and him and Sam climbed out, walking over to me.

“Are you okay?” Sam asked me.

I wiped my eyes; they must have been red from crying earlier. I nodded my head. “Listen, there’s a pack here in Charming. I’m not sure where they are located, but they aren’t far away from the warehouse that SAMCRO uses.”

“And SAMRCO is...?” Dean asked me.

“Sorry,” I chuckled softly, “I forgot that you two don’t know about them. It means Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original. Or Sons for short.”

“You hang out with a motorcycle club?” Dean asked me.

“Don’t interrogate me, Dean,” I said, standing up from my spot on the ground. “Jax’s dad started it. And when he died when Jax was little, Jax’s stepdad, Clay, it took over. He grew up it in. But anyways, there’s a warehouse off the main road going north. I’ll catch you all up on the drive over there.”

I walked over to the van that Juice brought us back in and opened up the side door. I climbed into the back and grabbed my gun. I left it in there because I knew it would open more cans of worms with Jax. I hopped back out and checked the barrel. Only a few more silver bullets left.

“C’mon,” I said, walking over to the impala. “Let’s go.”

“Now?” Sam asked. “Don’t you want to tell them or something.”

“I tried telling Jax earlier. He thinks I’m lying. Let’s just go.”

Jax’s point of view

I watched the black impala with Y/N and her brothers pull out of the parking lot and turn right. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. There’s no way that she was telling the truth a few hours ago. I glanced down at my watch and saw that it was almost four in the morning.

I hauled my ass back into the Clubhouse and down the hall to my apartment. Abel was curled up in my bed asleep. I crawled into bed with him and he rolled towards me, nothing opening his eyes when asking, “Momma?”

“No, buddy,” I whispered, pulling up the covers on him. “Momma will be back though.”

Abel nodded sleepily.

I rolled over onto my back and stared up at the ceiling. She was lying to be about what that girl was. Y/N has already lied to me about her past, why wouldn’t she just make up a story to go with her reasoning to kill that girl. But that girl didn’t move like any normal human, the way she jumped completely over Opie. And that scratch on my shoulder… it still stung… and that wasn’t from a human either.

There was a knock on my door and I bolted straight up. Abel wasn’t in bed with me anymore. I stretched, got out of bed, and walked over to the door. Opening it up, I saw Opie leaning against the frame. “Y/N’s brothers are here, they want to talk to you.”

“Why?” I asked, grabbing my leather cut and pulling it on.

Opie sighed. “They can’t find Y/N.”

“What?” I rushed down the hall from him to find Sam and Dean leaning against the bar. “What do you mean you can’t find her? I saw her go with you?”

“We think the pack got her,” Sam said.

“What the fuck do you mean think?” I asked him, stalking over to him.

“Jackie Boy, calm down,” Chibs whispered when he laid a hand on my shoulder.

“Werewolves are Y/N’s favorite to hunt,” explained Dean. “Ever since she was little, and especially since one scratched her a few years ago on the leg. She has a personal vendetta against them. Did Y/N get a little too excited when she killed that one?”

“Yeah,” I nodded my head. “She didn’t seem like herself.”

“Damnit,” Sam said, running a hand through his hair.

“That girl knew who she was,” Juice said from behind me. “Said if she knew a Winchester was here, she would have brought her pack.”

“We think the pack may know more about us and your… club...” Dean said, “than they normally would. Sam show them those pictures.”

Sam had a laptop bag at his feet and opened it up, pulling out a file folder. “Follow me,” I said, leading them into the Chapel. Dean whistled while I opened the door for them, looking around and laying eyes on the table.

“You all really love yourselves to have that carved into the table,” he said.

Sam rolled his eyes and laid down the file folder. He opened it up and laid out several different pictures of people. “This,” he said, “is the werewolf that Y/N killed last night. These are the three that Dean and I killed down in Pinehurst.”

“Holy shit,” Clay said, pushing himself between me and Sam. “That’s Romeo Parada’s old lady,” pointing to the picture of an older female from Pinehurst.

“Why would Galindo’s right-hand man’s lady be mixed up in this?” I asked him.

“What the hell are you two talking about?” Dean asked us.

“The Galindo is another club we’re investing in,” I said, choosing my words wisely in front of Clay. “And that is Parada’s old lady-“

“His what?” Sam asked.

“Old lady, you idiots,” Clay said. “It’s a term of endearment towards a club members wife or girlfriend.”

“How big is this club you’re talking about?”

“Over a hundred members.”

“See!” Sam said, “I told you that it was probably a bigger pack!”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Are you telling us that the Galindo aren’t human?” I asked them.

“That’s exactly what we’re saying there, Blondie,” Dean said, clapping his hands. “Alright, we’ve got work to do.”

[tokyoknj]

a load of tags! ✨🌟☀️

lmao i was busy doing uni stuff but now i finally got round to these so Enjoy !

obviously u don’t have to do all of them just do whatever u feel u kno? anyway

i’m tagging u all up here lmao so i’m tagging @namsieur @wingscomeback @sugaegyc @sugasideup @sheloveskook @cryptidhobi @gaycypher @namjooniewifey @iluwonho @jiminsarroz @stigmz @dreamjimn @mochiminii let me know if u don’t want to be tagged in stuff like this !! 

get to know me tag

answer the 20 questions and tag 20 followers that you would like to know better.

i was tagged by @monnyoongi​ thank u zuza!

name: alice

nickname: i don’t really like any of my nicknames? lmao

zodiac sign: cancer

height: 5′8″

orientation: A Whole Bi

nationality: british

favourite fruit: mangos! 

favourite season: either summer or autumn

favourite flower: either roses or tulips

favourite scent: like just a fresh summer evening lmao

favourite colour: pink, red + orange

favourite animal: sharks !

average hours of sleep: i think 9?

favourite fictional character: clarice bean

number of blankets you sleep with: always just the one

dream trip: either dubrovnik, mykonos or the amalfi coast

blog created: last april

get to know me again

rules: answer 30 questions & tag 20 blogs you would like to know better

tagged by @yoongicrew​ thank u rena !!

1. nicknames: still none lol

2. gender: female

3. star sign: cancer

4. height: 5′8″

5. time: 4:24 pm

6. birthdate: july 21st

7. fave band(s): bts, blackpink, red velvet, lany

8. fave solo artist: gallant, Queen CRJ, kehlani

9. song currently stuck in my head: saw you in a dream - the japanese house

10. last movie watched: spiderman homecoming and i Loved it

11. last show watched: first dates

12. when I created this blog: last april

13. what I post: 95% kpop, 5% aesthetic

14. last thing I googled: “that flute song” still don’t know what the song is. its not mask off tho

15. any other blogs?: my aesthetic blog dadcrisis that i’ve had since like 2012... christ

16. do you get asks?: not very often but its all good

17. why I chose my url: i love mister rap monster

18. following: 919

19. followers: 809

20. fave colours: pink, red, orange

21. average hours of sleep: 9

22. lucky number: 8

23. play any instruments?: drums

24. currently wearing: my pyjamas xoxo

25. how many blankets I sleep with: just one

26. dream job: oh idk. charming radio host probably

27. dream trip: just v scenic places across europe

28. fave food: any cured ham... Hell Yes

29. nationality: british

30. fave song currently: you better know - red velvet

kpop q’s

tagged by @teambusan​ thank u sabes xoxo

1. who was your first female bias?

i think it was jennie i was very late to girl groups lmao

2. who was your first male bias?

namjoon.... what a guy

3. who are your current biases? other than the above:

johnny, jinjin, rosé, jiwoo, wonpil, dahyun, luna, jooheon, shownu + dean

4. in the entire kpop industry, who is the closest to your ideal type?

probably shownu... like he’s a sweet n humble dad who is just also fine as hell... thats what i’m about ! also jennie like she’s just Gorgeous™ like i would lay down my life for her in a heartbeat tbh

5. have you ever attended any kpop concert / fanmeeting / fan sign?

How Dare You

6. if yes, which group / artist? how was the experience?

i cannot believe this disrespect

7. which group /artist would you like to see live?

bts, blackpink, monsta x. day6 !

8. how did you get into kpop?

my friend showed me fantastic baby (lmao) when we were like 15 and then i dropped it for a bit but then i saw a dance practice for no more dream like last year so now i am Here

9. who are your otps?

whom????

10. when did you start to ship them?

🤔🤔🤔

11. what is your favorite fanfic genre?

honestly i’ll read whatever turns up on my dash as long as it’s not involving furries or anything Truly Nasty

12. what is your favorite music genre?

pop has and always will be my fave but i like other stuff too ofc xoxo

five things tag

Rules: you’ll have to tag 15 people at the end of this challenge

tagged by @cypherpart420​ thank u linsey ily!

five things you’ll find in my bag: purse hand sanitiser keys vaseline water

five things you’ll find in my bedroom: Trash Mountain nik naks fan approx. seven 1d posters radio

five things i’ve always wanted to do: go to glasto ! go on a trip just to look at palaces across europe lmao see bts ! adopt 2 dogs and live my best life go somewhere with a really clear view of the stars and just Cry

five things that make me happy: family dogs my pals xoxo listening to music baking

five things i’m currently into: fake nails crafting my Brand lmao big brother hydration arrested development

five things on my to do list: embark on my Fitness Journey get my professional blog going plan what i’m doing for my bday get a skincare routine get money

once again, get to know me

i was tagged by @parkmochibean​ thanks natasha!

RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

THE LAST: 1. drink: water 2. phone call: my sister 3. text message: my friend explaining exo sub-units to me lmao 4. song you listened to: young & free - xiumin and mark 5. time you cried: probably looking through val from bake off’s insta she’s just the cutest 6. dated someone twice: no 7. kissed someone and regretted it: yep ! 8. been cheated on: no 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: only my whole uni career 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: only twice i know my limits now lmao

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: 12-14. pink, red and orange

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. made new friends: yes 16. fallen out of love: no 17. laughed until you cried: ofc! 18. found out someone was talking about you: yes lmao 19. met someone who changed you: yes 20 found out who your friends are: yes  21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

GENERAL: 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them 23. do you have any pets: no :’( 24. do you want to change your name: no i enjoy her 25. what did you do for your last birthday: went for afternoon tea w my family 26. what time did you wake up: 11am its summer now i do what i want 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: idk chilling i guess 28. name something you can’t wait for: my birthday !! 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: like an hour ago 30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: idk if i’d been confident Forever i think that would be pretty good? 31. what are you listening to right now: faking it - kehlani, lil yachty, calvin harris 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes 33. something that is getting on your nerves: my older sister she’s just so Loud 34. most visited website: this or youtube 35-37. lost questions?? 38. hair colour: brown 39. long or short hair: i want long but i’ve got medium rn lmao 40. do you have a crush on someone: no 41. what do you like about yourself: i’m good 2 my family and i think i’m quite nice? tbh? 42. piercings: ears + nose 43. bloodtype: idk yikes 44. nickname: none lmao 45. relationship status: Single™ 46. zodiac: cancer  47. pronous: she/her 48. favourite tv show: bojack horseman, rpdr 49. tattoos: just one (1) 50. right or left handed: right 51. surgery: on my hand and i was awake for it but they played me some 1d so it was chill 52. piercing: ok i literally just answered this 53. sport: thats cute 55. vacation: just various fancy places across europe before brexit ruins that free movement 56. pair of trainers: i only wear my adidas but they’re on the verge of death now rip

MORE GENERAL 57. eating: werthers originals i’m a nan 58. drinking: water 59. i’m about to: go tf to sleep 61. waiting for: my birthday lmao 62. want: money and ideally a job that looks promising 63. get married: Who Can Never Be Sure? 64. career: either radio or social media 

WHICH IS BETTER 65. hugs or kisses: hugs 66. lips or eyes: eyes 67. shorter or taller: don’t really mind 68. older or younger: older 70. nice arms or nice stomach: also don’t mind lmao 71. sensitive or loud: sensitive 72. hook up or relationship: relationship 73. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. kissed a stranger: yes 75. drank hard liquor: yes 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: my first pair of glasses... rip 77. turned someone down: yes 78. sex on the first date: no 79. broken someone’s heart: probs not? i hope not 80. had your heart broken: no 81. been arrested: no  82. cried when someone died: yes 83. fallen for a friend: yes

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. yourself: Always ! 85. miracles: sure why not 86. love at first sight: no 87. santa claus: he’s doing his best 88. kiss on the first date: sure 89. angels: idk?

OTHER: 90. current best friend’s name: robin 91. eye colour: green/blue 92. favourite movie: i’m basic it’s love actually

shuffle tag

tagged by @kpopeyton thank you !

rules: you can tell a lot about a person based on the type of music they listen to. put your music on shuffle and list the first 10 songs, then tag 10 people. no skipping!

wake up alone / amy winehouse

first love / bts

pyramids / frank ocean

i didn’t just come here to dance / carly rae jepsen

girl girl girl / triple h

21st century girl / bts

you better know / red velvet

wolves / one direction

coffee / miguel

view / shinee

[imagineteamfreewill]

Return

Title: Return

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Word Count: 2,765

Warnings: Angst

Beta: @lipstickandwhiskey

Summary: Living in a village is nice, and even though you’d always longed for adventure, you weren’t expecting to go on an adventure of your own when your father goes missing on his way back from a trip to the neighboring village.

A/N: I’ve been itching to write this Beauty and the Beast AU for the longest time—since even before the remake was announced—and I finally got the motivation to do it! I tried not to take too much from the movies, but they’re both pretty fresh in my mind so this series might be similar to them. Feedback is greatly appreciated, please let me know what you think!

X

Beauty and the Beast Masterlist

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As much as you enjoyed the fresh air and the simplicity of the countryside, it wasn’t always what Father cracked it up to be. It was the only thing you knew, considering it was the only place you’d ever lived, yet every day you yearned for something else besides the same routine day after day. Anything would be better than living in the same house, in the same town, and seeing the same people every day of your life.

Sighing, you finished kneading the dough you’d been working on all morning and set it aside to rise. Flour dusted your clothes and you smiled when your father walked in, his own clothes stained with clay and wet fingerprints from his work on the sculptures in the basement.

“Good morning, Father.” You pecked his cheek as he passed by you to wash his hands in the sink. “Do you want me to pick up anything special from the market this morning?” you asked. He shook his head and gave you the same fond smile he always gave you when you asked.

“What has the answer always been to that question, Y/N?” he teased. You rolled your eyes and grabbed your basket from its spot by the door.

“I’ll be back in a little while. Try to leave the dough alone while I’m gone. If you move it, it’s going to turn out poorly, like it did the last time,” you reminded him. Father nodded, his nose crinkling slightly at the memory. You smiled and waved goodbye once more before closing the front door behind you.

The town square wasn’t far from your little house; you only had to walk down a short, gently sloping hill to reach the brick-lined streets. The walk went by quickly, just like it always did. The rest of the villagers were already going about their day, and as you passed the first shop, you slipped your book from the basket so you could read on your way to the town’s tiny library. You’d walked the streets so many times that you weren’t worried about tripping, but the story was so intriguing that you didn’t notice when Cole—the locals’ favorite huntsman—stepped into your path. You bumped into him, dropping your book and basket. Cole’s grip on your arms kept you from falling, but you quickly pulled yourself from his grasp.

“Good morning, Y/N,” he grinned, his lips pulling back in a supposedly charming smile to display his straight white teeth. You rolled your eyes and reached down to pick up your things. “How are you this morning, beautiful maiden?”

“I’m fine, Cole. As always,” you grumbled, pushing past him. He grabbed your arm again before you could get far.

“Where are you going, Y/N? The library again? There’s nothing for you there. Now, won’t you thank me for saving you? I believe a kiss would be appropriate,” he added. With his free hand, Cole smoothed back his greasy hair, giving you that same ridiculous smile as before. Once again, you yanked your arm from his grasp, not bothering to hide your disgusted expression. Ignoring the townspeople who were watching your exchange, you dusted yourself off and tucked your book back into your basket for safe keeping.

“Saving me? You’re the reason I almost fell in the first place! You’re lucky I don’t stomp on your clumsy feet,” you spat.

“Clumsy feet? You’re lucky I’m pursuing you, woman! You should rethink your answer to my proposal, Y/N. You’re not going to find anything better with that useless father of yours,” Cole growled. His voice was low and threatening, but you reveled in the boyish squeak he gave when you stomped down on his toes with the heel of your foot. Turning around, you continued your walk, ignoring Cole’s indignant shout behind you. A tiny, victorious smile graced your lips when you reached the library, and Ash didn’t fail to notice.

“Why’re you smiling this morning, Y/N? Did the characters promise to save you and pull you into the book with them?” he teased, taking the book you’d finished and holding out an old favorite of yours.

“No,” you laughed, shaking your head. “Though I often wish they would. I ran into Cole this morning. Have you ever noticed how small his feet are? It’s practically comical!” Ash laughed and shook his head.

“I don’t leave the library often, but that’s perfectly okay with me. There are no new books today, unfortunately, so you’re stuck reading that one.” He nodded at the red-covered book in your hands. You ran your fingers over the embossed title on the front, smiling fondly.

“That’s alright,” you told him. “The story in this one is anything but boring.” Ash gave you a thumbs up—his own invented signal to wish you a good day—and you gave one back before heading back out to pick up the food you would need for the rest of the afternoon. You ignored the spiteful looks two passing women gave you when they caught you sticking up your thumb at him.

When you reached home again, Father was nowhere to be found. You put the bread in the fire, knowing that once the smell of fresh-baked bread began to fill your home he would appear, then sat down to read your book.

It truly was one of your favorites, and even though you could’ve recited it word for word, you still found yourself getting pulled into the story each time you opened it. The characters had always seemed so real to you. A girl who was being forced into marriage? You couldn’t fathom it, but the words somehow described it enough that you always found yourself tearing up after her dramatic soliloquies.

A hand on your shoulder interrupted you at the end of one of your favorite parts, and you quickly wiped your eyes before looking up to see Father standing beside you. He smiled fondly and cupped your chin with his thumb and forefinger.

“Dear girl, why do you always read such sad books?” he asked, shaking his head. “Do you not find enough sadness in this place?”

“Oh Father, I don’t read them because they’re sad. I read them because I like that they’re real. Every world has sadness. Just because I choose to read about other people’s worlds doesn’t mean I’m searching for their sadness. I’m searching for what’s real for them,” you replied. Standing, you closed your book and set it on the chair. Father brushed a piece of hair behind your ear with another smile, then watched as you quickly removed the fully-baked loaf from the fire. The whole room smelled delicious, and you breathed deeply, closing your eyes. When you opened them, Father was staring out the window at the heavy clouds in the distance. They were hanging low over the farthest edges of the woods, and you worried your lip as you mentally traced the paths your father would have to ride in the morning. He turned and saw you watching him, then sighed.

“Y/N, don’t worry about me. Old Blue and I will be safe on our journey. I’ve always come back to you, haven’t I?” he questioned. You nodded. “I will always return to you, my daughter.”

“You promise me, Father?”

“I promise, Y/N.”

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Father had never broken a promise before, yet you now found yourself pacing the dusty floor of your tiny home, watching as the dark, cloudy sky brought nothing but rain. He had said that he was to return by noon. It was now almost dinner, and the only person you’d seen out braving the storm was the local drunk as he attempted to reach the safety of the tavern. Not even Cole was dumb enough to leave his home.

“Father, where are you?” you mused aloud, hoping that someway, somehow you would receive an answer. You had only waited a moment when a horse’s neigh answered you in the distance, and your heart leapt into your chest as you raced out in the rain to meet him.

“Father!” you called. You felt your stomach tighten into knots when you were met by the sight of Old Blue galloping up the slope, sans his aging rider. “Old Blue, where’s Father?” The horse whinnied desperately, and you reached out with one hand to grab his reins before he could race past you. He almost pulled you to the ground, but you stood firm and carefully guided him to you so you could calm him down.

“Where’s Father, Blue? Has he been hurt?” you asked, your heart pounding in your chest. Old Blue whinnied again.

Looking around at the storm clouds that were growing darker overhead as night began to fall, you made up your mind. You had to go find Father. In a storm like this, there was no doubt he wouldn’t fare well if he were hurt. You knew his route by heart, and if you followed it to the letter you would be able to find him easily and bring him home, where he belonged.

After tying Blue to the post just outside the door, you hurried inside to gather your cloak from its hook. You tied it around your shoulders, making sure the knot was tight as you stepped back outside and climbed onto the stool you used to mount Old Blue. Your sharp kick to his side spurred him on, and it only took seconds before he was racing back down the hill toward the woods. You reached the treeline in record time, and soon you were following the familiar path toward the neighboring city, where Father was supposed to be selling his sculptures. Old Blue, however, had other plans, and he veered off onto a path you’d never seen before. You hadn’t gotten far before he reared up at a fallen tree, dumping you onto the forest floor.

“Blue!” you cried, wincing as you felt a sharp branch dig into the soft flesh of your arm. You were still scrambling to your feet when he took off again, leaving you to fend for yourself in the dark woods. Thunder crashed overhead and you shivered, pulling your thick wool cloak tighter around you. Looking past the fallen tree, you realized the path led further than you’d originally thought. You had no idea where you were; the only sensible option was to continue moving forward and hope you would come across the home of a widow or a tavern built to house hunters and other travelers.

Your heart fluttering in your chest, you followed the path, being careful not to slip and fall in the worsening mud. The steady rain quickly turned into a downpour, and it only took minutes for your clothes beneath the cloak to grow heavy and wet. You were shivering hard, and the cold wind you were walking against only made things worse. The sight of large, swirling iron gates up ahead, however, made you want to leap for joy, and at the sight of them opening up, you almost cried. If you could only dry off and get some rest, then you could ask the people who lived inside for help finding Father. You could only hope that he had found shelter from the storm, and as the gates behind you began to close, you didn’t even notice the lack of guards to open and close them, nor did you notice the dark, hulking shadow that followed behind you in the night.

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“Hello? Is anybody home” you called. The sound of your voice echoed in the darkness of the castle’s chambers, and you listened carefully for someone to reply.

“Y/N!”

The answer to your call made you smile from ear to ear. Father was here! He had found the castle as well, and you raced up the winding staircase, following the sound of his voice as he called out for you. The distress in his voice worried you, but you pushed that thought aside as you climbed the stairs further and further up the tower. When you reached the top, however, you stopped, staring at what was before you. Father stood, holding himself up with the iron bars separating the two of you.

“Father?” you questioned, tentatively moving toward the cell that took up the farthest half of the stone room.

“Y/N! You need to leave here! It’s dangerous, and—”

“I’m not leaving until you’re out of here, Father. I’m taking you home,” you replied, determined as you searched the room for something to unlock the large iron padlock hanging from the door. You were just about to head back downstairs to look around for a key when your path was blocked by something twice the size of you. The shadows hid the person’s tall frame, but their message was clear: You would not be leaving the room.

“Your father will not be leaving,” they told you. Their voice was rough, and deep, almost as if they were speaking from behind a mouthful of the stone dark gray that made up the castle. “He is a thief, and I do not tolerate thievery from the ones I allow on my estate.”

“Who are you to say what my father and I will or will not be doing? My father is not a thief! Come into the light,” you demanded, reaching for a candlestick that sat neatly on a shelf. Behind you, Father was begging you to calm down, but you ignored his plea and held the candle up to the figure’s face. A gasp left your lips before you could stop it and the candlestick fell to the floor as you tumbled backward, landing on the stone as well. In the brief moment of light, you’d seen something you’d only seen in nightmares as a child—a monster, complete with bared teeth and glowing, vicious eyes glaring at you from their owner’s broad face, if you could even call it that. The monster stepped toward you, his giant paws coming up to show off his sharp claws and dirty, matted fur as he clenched one in a fist.

“You dare to question my authority?” he growled. You swallowed thickly and got to your feet.

Thinking fast, you retorted, “You’re cruel enough to take a child’s only family without letting her say farewell? Even the villains of myths are kind enough to offer her that!” Angry tears pricked your eyes but you refused to wipe them away, instead choosing to stare down the Beast before you. He stared back for the longest time, unrelenting.

“You have one minute,” he finally replied. The Beast stepped forward again and unlocked the padlock before moving back into the shadows, silently watching as you turned to face Father. Slowly, you pulled open the door. He immediately pulled you into his arms and hugged you as tight as he could, his wrinkled hand rubbing up and down your back like he did when you were a child.

“It’s okay, Y/N. You’re young. Forget about me and return to the village. Marry whomever you like, you have my blessing,” he told you, his voice wobbling with unshed tears. You sniffled into his shoulder, steeling yourself for what was to come as a plan formed in your mind.

“I will never forget you, Father,” you murmured. ”I promise that I will return to you someday.”

“What—” In one smooth movement, you turned and shoved him to the floor at the feet of the Beast, then pulled the iron bars shut once more, locking the heavy padlock shut with one hand. Father stared at you, horror in his eyes as he realized what you had done.

“Y/N, no—”

“You foolish girl!” the Beast roared. “You’ve taken his place and chosen to let an old man live on?” You couldn’t tell if his voice was filled more with anger or surprise, but you choked back a sob as the Beast snatched Father from the stone with one clawed paw and began to carry him back down the tower steps.

“Don’t hurt him!” you cried out, begging the Beast as he grew farther and farther away. “Please, don’t hurt him!”

Father’s shouts for you echoed for what seemed like an eternity. You finally fell to the floor when you could no longer hear them. Wrapping your arms around yourself, you cried until you were too weak to do anything else, and when the salt had finally dried on your cheeks you simply listened to the storm outside pound against the castle’s lonely, impenetrable walls.

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You Need a Maid? Chapter 10

Fandom: Avengers / Marvel Rating: G / PG13 / R Warnings: Sexual situations, swearing Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel, blah legal stuff. Don't sue me, I'm poor. Songs: Cake by the Ocean - DNCE

Please note: Rating will be changing to R from here on out.

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The next morning you woke up finding your bed empty. The pillows were even cold. You looked over at the clock and rubbed your eyes; it was only 7:30. You felt a tug on your heart, a little disappointed in Sam. You wondered how things were going to be at the facility now. Crawling out of bed you nudged around the floor, looking for your panties.

Hearing the door click open you froze, using your hands to try to cover your naked body. Staring at the door like a deer in the headlights your heart beat in your throat as you waited to see who it was. As they stepped inside from the hallway you relaxed. Already so comfortable with your nudity around him.

"Jeez Sam, give me a fucking heart attack." He laughed and produced a plate of food from behind his back. "I was trying to get you breakfast in bed, but the staff gets pretty upset when you try to take plates away from the buffet."

"Sammy! You big romantic!" He placed the plate on the nightstand and you went over to hug him, forgetting your lack of clothing. His cheeks grew warm as something stirred in his pants and you giggled sinfully.

You hand brushed against him and he shivered. "That's not a very fair game to play." He said, picking you up and carrying you to the bed, you laughed the entire way there. Soon you replaced your laughter with moans.

"Come on, guys!" Yelled Steve, banging on the wall. You both stopped, erupting into laughter.

------------ You returned that day to the facility, stars in your eyes, and everyone could see it. Of course, there was the exception, Bucky. His looks of disgust, anger, and despair felt like it would swallow you whole like a black hole. Well, everyone knew about you and Sam at this point. Unfortunately for Bucky, who's room was right next to yours, he got to hear the late night giggling that went on. It didn't seem to improve his mood any, and his newest game became 'let's be an asshole to Sam'."

"He's got to have the hots for you."

"Oh come on Nat, ever since I got here he's hated me." You scoffed, pouring yourself a cup of coffee.

"Why else would he be so...moody over this Sam thing?" She nudged her cup at you, signaling for a refill.

"Because he's not getting any?" You shrugged. Bucky's sex life was the last thing you were thinking about. Somehow though, you were always thinking about Bucky.

She snorted, plunking three sugar cubes into her cup. "I think he's got a raging metal boner for you, and he just won't admit it." You shook your head in disbelief. You'd be lucky if you could get Bucky to be your friend, there was no way he'd ever be your lover. A song came on the radio and you turned it up, bouncing along.

Waste time with a masterpiece, don't waste time with a masterpiece You should be rolling with me, you should be rolling with me, ah You're a real-life fantasy, you're a real-life fantasy But you're moving so carefully; let's start living dangerously

Talk to me, baby I'm going after this sweet craving, whoa-oh Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean Walk for me, baby I'll be Diddy and you'll be Naomi, whoa-oh Let's lose our minds and go fucking crazy I-I-I-I-I-I keep on hoping we'll eat cake by the ocean

------------ December reared its head and with it more missions for the team. Things had gotten hectic for them, leaving you pretty lonely at home. Thankfully it gave you plenty of time for Christmas shopping.

You had finally finished shopping for Tony, certain that he would appreciate your efforts, at least. It's hard to shop for fucking Iron Man. You had opened the front door and were lugging in the bags and boxes when you heard a crash. Aw, fuck. Not this shit again. You walked inside, clutching your purse, the only thing heavy enough that you could think to use as a weapon. Hey, the guys complained when they had to carry it, so it must be heavy. There in the kitchen stood a tall, built, blond. Wearing a cape?

Seeing you he grabbed the hammer off the island with ease as if it weighed a feather. You gulped dropping your purse and put up your hands, showing you were no threat. A tube of mascara rolled from your spilled purse to his boot. Please don't squish the $30 mascara, cape man.

"Who are you?" His voice was strong and his tone serious. You felt your mouth go dry.

"Y/N, who are you?" You struggled with the words, your voice shaking.

"I am Thor Odinson, of Asgard." His voice boomed, shaking the walls. Did you see lighting outside? Well, color you fucked. ------------------

The front door swung open and you could hear the team's exhausted footsteps in the foyer. The smells wafting from the kitchen lured them forward like a siren's song, but when they heard another voice besides yours, they bounded in, confused and ready to fight.

You were laughing, giving the blonde another helping of loaded mashed potatoes. He stuffed his face happily, eating as quickly as you could serve him.

"I'm not going to have any food left!" You chuckled, then turned to see the team. "Hey guys, t--"

"THOR!" Everyone yelled, exasperated. They could have used his help today.

He smiled with a mouth full of food. "I like this tiny human! I think she can stay!" Everyone groaned, clamoring in to get a plate of food before Thor ate everything.

"Are you here to help with the missions?" Asked Natasha, taking a seat.

"No." They all stared at him, growing more irritated by the minute.

"I'm here for Christmas!" -------

You had asked to stay for Christmas, explaining that your family had decided to go on a cruise for the holiday. Tony shot you a strange look, as if he could see through you, but still who could say no? None of them had anywhere else go, and watching you make cookies, sing carols, and decorate the tree was adorable. Especially when you did it with Sam.

Christmas morning you and Thor were both up at the crack of dawn, like excited children. He whined about not getting to open his stocking until the others woke up. You finally gave in, letting him open one small gift. He was like a giant, muscular child. It was pretty cute.

When the others finally joined the living you gathered in the living room. The Christmas tree was lopsided, Bucky's doing. You had asked him to carry it in and set it up, and he just couldn't get it to sit in the stand right. Not really his fault. It added charm, you thought, looking over the tree, surrounded by presents. Thor requested he that he got to play 'the fat jolly man who decides if one is nice or naughty', and so donned the Santa hat and handed out gifts. Seriously. Cute.

You were admiring the team, looking more and more like a family, when Thor waved a gift under your nose.

"And this one is for Y/N from Sam." He handed you a box, wrapped in snowflake wrapping paper. You tore into it, excited. Opening the box you gasped, pulling out the tiny constellation. "It's your zodiac sign," Sam explained, smiling. You touched it gently, the 'stars' shimmering on the figure. "Oh Sammy, it's beautiful. I'll have to put it on my nightstand where I can see it every day." Steve and Natasha grinned at each other as Thor handed out another round of gifts.

"Y/N, this time from Bucky." You looked surprised, taking the gift. You didn't expect anything from Bucky. Sure, you had gotten him gifts, because that's what you did. You were nice like that.

It was a very small box, the wrapping paper hanging on by lots and lots of tape. It looked like he had tried his best to wrap it, but the wrapping paper won. You ripped into it, finding a ring box. You looked up, confused. Sam was watching Bucky, an unpleasant look on his face. You opened the top finding a peridot ring shimmering back at you, the small stone surrounded by silver. You had never gotten a ring before.

"I heard you liked green stones, and I saw it during a mission." He mumbled. You slipped it on, still awestruck. Bucky had thought about you. Holy shit. Bucky remembered something about you. Holy shit!

"Raging metal boner," Natasha whispered next to you. You elbowed her in the side, still looking at your ring.

Maybe Bucky Barnes had a heart after all. You watched as he opened your gift to him. As he grumbled about the sweater being any color other than black you laughed a little. A tiny, rusty, metal heart.

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