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starsainzjr · 1 year ago
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Lights, Camera, Action
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Pairing: Lando Norris x director!reader Faceclaim: Gemma Chan
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f1wags Meet YN YLN! YN is a successful Hollywood director and producer with movies like Barbie (producer), Boston Strangler (director), and Little Women (director) under her belt. Earlier this afternoon in a Tweet, a fan working as a makeup artist on an undisclosed movie set claimed to see McLaren driver Lando Norris on set with a bouquet of sunflowers.
An hour later YN posted a a picture of a bouquet of sunflowers to her Instagram story with the caption "Pleasant surprise at lunch 🥰" (pictured above). Could it just be a coincidence? Sure. But we may soon have a new WAG in the paddock!
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marissa.lancaster4 Hi! I'm the fan that posted that Tweet. Because of the NDAs that I have signed as a part of my employment I cannot say what movie I am working on nor who the director is. But I can confirm after speaking with several of my coworkers that it was Lando I saw on set earlier today.
f1wags Please DM me if you have any more information that you can share!
mickieslaren Am I the only one that gets a bit weirded out by how we treat celebrities' love lives like this? Maybe Lando was visiting a friend or something. Either way it's none of our business what he was doing on set
landoslove It is a bit odd but, then again, both Lando and YN live in the public eye. There are always going to be little things like this that get scrutinized mickieslaren I just wish they could have a bit of privacy is all landoslove That makes sense. But this is out of our control
nowinsnorris YN is literally so stunning. Lando has some serious game if this is true
landoslove He's trying so hard to beat the norizz allegations
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yourusername Halfway through filming! I have a never ending supply of sunsets and sunflowers 🌅🌻
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florencepugh Come to my hotel room I have a mini champagne bottle I can't get rid of by myself
yourusername I'm omw simuliu Am I invited? florencepugh Sure we need someone to supervise I suppose
americaferrara Go do incredible things! Cannot wait to get my eyes on this once its done
yourusername There's a bucket of popcorn with your name on it!
landoslove Sunflowers she says? 👀
nowinsnorris She's not as slick as she thinks she is
haveyougotpubesyet No bc I'm confident Lando would follow YN around like a lost puppy in the paddock
landoslove I cannot wait for this to get proven real mickieslaren Or we could just leave them alone and let them live their lives haveyougotpubesyet We're not harming them, just having meaningless fun trying to connect invisible dots landoslove Yeah. We're not, like, cyber bullying them or anything mickieslaren I'm just saying it probably can't feel great to have random people poking around in your love life
landonorris Santa Monica, California
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landonorris Ready to rock 🤘🏎
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oscarpiastri We really need a McLaren emoji
landonorris 🍑? oscarpiastri I'm taking your phone away landonorris 😨
carlossainz55 Welcome back to the real world
landonorris I don't like it I wanna go back charles_leclerc We have the easiest lives ever get it together. Both of you landonorris Yes, father. Carlos come get your teammate carlossainz55 Nah, this could get fun
landoslove SANTA MONICA
landoslove YN just posted from Santa Monica
nowinsnorris This is me not getting my hopes up buuuuut YN is a director and she lives in California... landoslove Lalalalala I can't hear anything lalalalala
yourusername The Outback
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yourusername Out of the studio for the back half! So unbelievably happy to be back in Australia 🦘🌏
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simuliu Yeah yeah pretty pictures can you come kill the spider in my room now please?
simuliu YN I'm serious, I've been texting you for 30 minutes I know you're seeing these simuliu YN IM NO LONGER ASKING yourusername @/florencepugh do you hear anything? florencepugh Nope. All quiet. Not a peep simuliu Very funny. When I die who are you going to get to finish your movie? yourusername I am on my way to humanely get the scary spider out of your room and put it outside simuliu Hurry up it's staring at me florencepugh With how many eyes?
nowinsnorris I'm already in love with her. I might love her more than I love Lando
landoslove YN YLN - Daniel Ricciardo team up 👀
ynsaction I've never been one to gatekeep but if these F1 delulus keep coming near my wife I will actually lose my mind
yn.florence No literally! She is a feminist icon who has said multiple times in interviews that she's not looking for a partner and focusing on directing and producing. Pls stop shoving her into a WAG box ynsaction I'll always welcome more YN fans but every other word in these comments is about Lando Norris. I'm about to scream landoslove Hi, sorry isn't feminism about women being able to do whatever they want? YN is allowed to change her mind if she met the right person yn.florence If you'd been paying attention you'd know the last interview she made her wishes clear in was a week ago which, according to the calendar, is after people started trying to tie her to Nowins or whatever his name is
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landonorris Good to be back! We'll continue to work and push and get stronger as the season goes on. Thanks for having me, Australia! 🦘
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oscarpiastri The garage used to be so quiet
landonorris You missed me, admit it
carlossainz55 Bit rusty there, mate
landonorris Says the man who got his third consecutive P4 finish. You ever gonna bump up to the podium? carlossainz55 At least I finished in the points charles_leclerc Guys I cannot keep doing this please
landoslove My boy is back and better than ever
haveyougotpubesyet He looked so happy to be back!
nowinsnorris I'm gonna have to change my username this year, aren't I?
landoslove YES YOU ARE norizz481 Here's hoping I get to change mine too landoslove YOU'RE BOTH GOING TO HAVE TO CHANGE USERNAMES I'M SPEAKING IT INTO THE UNIVERSE
yourusername Perth, Australia
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yourusername A week and a half left of filming and I cannot wait to celebrate all we've accomplished with these two! Behind the scenes dump coming soon 😉
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americaferrara Congrats all of you! So so unbelievably proud
yourusername Wish you could've been along with us on this ride! See you soon my love
florencepugh My favorite project in a long time! Let's finish this out strong!
simuliu No not that picture 😭
yourusername Listen, it's too good not to share with the world simuliu I'm a superhero, I don't need this kind of harassment yourusername Cope
ynsaction This one is going to be so so good I'm physically vibrating I need it
yn.florence Mother! She's going to win yet another Oscar for this one, I can feel it
ynsaction Our girl don't need no child race car driver
nowinsnorris I'm becoming such a huge fan of YN. She and Lando would be perfect for each other
landoslove Shhhhh you'll scare the fragile film girlies ynsaction God, the f1 delulus are back. I was hoping we got rid of them yn.florence I don't think we're that lucky
f1wags Perth, Australia
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f1wags Picture taken of Lando this morning in Perth, Australia coming out of a florist shop. Not pictured is a bouquet of sunflowers. This is the second time this month that Lando has been spotted with a bouquet of sunflowers.
Lando has been linked to director YN YLN who is wrapping up her new film in Perth. Only time will tell if YN posts some sunflowers in the coming days 👀
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haveyougotpubesyet He is the definition of boyfriend material I swear to god
landoslove Getting closer and closer to beating the norizz allegations
landoslove IS HE BRINGING HER SWEETS TOO??? This boy is going to be the death of me
nowinsnorris What do I need to do to get myself a Lando
mickieslaren Just reminding everyone that Lando does in fact have sisters who were in attendance at the race this weekend and may also enjoy getting sunflowers from their brother
landoslove Jesus, take your negativity away from us who are trying to have fun mickieslaren Yeah it's fun for you now but what about Lando who is trying to go about his day without having some delusional fangirl losing their mind over him buying sunflowers? If you were really a fan of his you would let him live his life landoslove He's a celebrity! His fans are just trying to connect to him mickieslaren When I hear that Lando has gotten a restraining order against a fan I will not be surprised when you suddenly get very quiet
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yourusername This is where the fun begins 🎞 Three months of editing coming up
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florencepugh Im omw with more coffee
yourusername I love you
americaferrara Ahh keep the Excedrin close by
yourusername There's a whole bottle in the corner
simuliu I hope you're making me look good
yourusername Yes, I'm including the scene where the spider crawled up your arm and you screamed like a baby simuliu You're definitely my favorite director, I love working with you yourusername You are also definitely the star of this movie and have more screen time than Flo simuliu Hey, I will always be willing to have less screen time than Flo
ynsaction YES I have been missing YN editing content so bad recently
ynsaction She is such a mood when she's editing she gets so unhinged
landoslove Unhinged YN editing plus Lando being generally unhinged 👀 ynsaction Jesus give it a rest already
yn.florence I, for one, am chasing to focus on incoming unhinged YN posts
nowinsnorris LANDO'S IN THE LIKES EVERYONE
landonorris China
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landonorris So close to a podium finish! We'll make adjustments as needed and push on. See you in Miami!
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oscarpiastri So my days of quiet garage are definitely over?
landonorris You're stuck with me forever, mate carlossainz55 Good luck, Oscar landonorris WOW
landonorris @/charles_leclerc your teammate is being mean to me
charles_leclerc You think I have control over him?
ynsaction Not YN in the likes I had such high hopes
landoslove Genuine question; why are you against her finding someone she likes to be with? ynsaction I'm not against her finding someone she likes to be with, I'm against all Lando's fans trying to shove her into a WAG box when she's spoken so much about not wanting a partner at the moment. Especially when it was as soon as a month ago landoslove Okay, that's valid. But we're not trying to shove her into a box. This is just harmless shipping. I'm sure you do it with fictional characters you like ynsaction YN is an idol to me. I'm protective over her, I'm sorry if I've been bitchy landoslove I've been bitchy too, I apologize as well
mickieslaren I still don't like pushing into celebrity love lives
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yourusername Miami, Florida
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yourusername First time out of the studio since editing started. Thank you @/f1 for hosting me!
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f1 Anything for our favorite director!
florencepugh Did you see The Guy???? 👀
yourusername It's not too late to make the movie about Simu simuliu YES... I mean, yeah did you see The Guy???? 👀 yourusername You're both blacklisted from my film sets
mclaren Give us a heads up next time you come! We'll set you up in the garage!
yourusername Oh that would be incredible! Thank you so so much!
ynsaction She always looks so adorable I am in love with her
yn.florence Mother is Mothering
ynsaction all hail
haveyougotpubesyet McLaren sipping after her too now
ynsaction Who wouldn't simp after her tbh
landoslove Just soft launch already
landoslove Florence and Simu chirping her about seeing The Guy I'm DYING
nowinsnorris The Guy is 100% Lando. It has to be at this point
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lando.jpg Hangin'
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charles_leclerc You caught me so off guard
carlossainz55 Best picture in the middle tbh
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yourusername Monaco
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yourusername Beautiful day in Monaco made even more beautiful by this wonderful boy! Congratulations, @/landonorris I'm so proud of you!
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florencepugh THE GUY. SHE PULLED THE GUY.
simuliu YESSSS NO MORE LATE NIGHTS DRUNK TALKING ABOUT HIM
yourusername Way to call me out, guys, thanks for that. You do remember I'm technically your boss right? florencepugh Movie wrapped, love. You can't tell us what to do anymore simuliu At least until we sign on for another one of your projects
landonorris Awww you drunk talked about me 🥰
yourusername I'll chase you
landonorris Monaco
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landonorris I have the best date for the party @/yourusername
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yourusername Best weekend ever
landonorris Only because you were here
oscarpiastri Here's hoping the garage will be quiet again
landonorris No shot but nice try yourusername I'll do my best to keep him quiet for you oscarpiastri YN is my new favorite
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lando.jpg You have a movie coming out tomorrow. I am so incredibly proud of you @/yourusername. Everything we've been through together, I cannot believe what a kind, strong, beautiful woman you are. I love you, I can't wait to see what you're going to do next
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yourusername I love you so so much, darling. Thank you for being there through everything
lando.jpg My dream woman
florencepugh Yes!!!! Drinks on Simu at the afterparty!
simuliu Drinks on me!!!
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hope-inthedark · 1 day ago
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Good Omens, My Life, and My Soon-To-Be-Wife: A Tumblr Love Story
I joined Tumblr in 2019, shortly after I discovered a mini-series about an angel and a demon and the not-really-end of the world. I was consumed by it, by the story and the characters and the love that ran underneath it all, and so I came to Tumblr to find a community of people who felt the same.
What I was not expecting to find was the love of my life, but here we are.
J and I met through a mutual friend (hi, @ineffablefool ) who had recommended my fics on his blog often enough that J decided to read them. Soon enough, I started noticing repeated comments from one particular user on many of my fics, and I found myself looking forward to reading what this person thought of new chapters and works. J eventually messaged me on Tumblr, we became friends, and later on, we became more than that.
I’ll spare you the ins and outs of our relationship (because I am, and always will be, fairly private about my real life/name/identity when it comes to my fandom life), but know this: in more than 5 years of knowing J, and in nearly 4 of being in a romantic relationship with them, I have come to know and understand what it means to love another person with your entire being. I have learned so much about patience and grace, and I have laughed so much more and generally been so much happier in this phase of my life than in any one before it. I cannot wait to see what the future holds for us. Our relationship has spanned many years and many more miles, even stretching across an ocean as we’ve both navigated trans-Atlantic journeys that have lead to us finding a home together (at last). Edinburgh has been as good a home to me as I have ever had, and it’s been even better since J has been here with me.
So when J and I took a trip to London this past weekend to celebrate our engagement, we went to St. James’s Park. We found a bench, and we sat together on it, and we talked and thought about how absolutely mad and wonderful it is that Good Omens brought us here. It’s the love story that started ours, and there will always be part of me that is immensely glad that J and I found it when we did.
(There’s been a lot of talk lately about whether we as a fandom should continue to support and love Good Omens in light of the actions of one of its creators. To that I say: do what feels right to you. If you need to step away, I understand.
But to those of you who, like me, choose to remain in the fandom, know this: Good Omens is as much ours as it ever was his. We can claim the love we have found here, and we can celebrate it. We can mourn what we have lost while being grateful for what we have. And we can look forward to a happy ending, together, because it is what we - and Aziraphale and Crowley - have always deserved.)
I’ll sign off now and leave the rest of my sappy monologuing for my fiancée to handle. Thanks for listening.
And to @shesthewindandsea, my dearest love: cheers, darling. To the world, and to our happy ending.
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neerons · 1 year ago
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Masquerade Kiss 💋
Revenge & Challenge event | All stories' summaries
[Warning: this is a long post. I have left aside the stories "That was actually..." as they were very short and didn't mention anything important about either the characters' development, or past]
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Mini Scoop 1 & 2
(Location: The US)
① In this story, Kazuomi surprises MC by visiting her at her new office (as a freelance agent). He suggests to her to go somewhere she might like, but she turns him down as she has something already planned which is… eating noodles! Instant noodles, something Kazuomi had never tasted in his entire life. MC asks him if he wants to try eating it as well, and as Kazuomi is adventurous and never misses a chance to try new things, he discovers the taste of instant noodles.
Kazuomi compares them to the flavorless noodles he had back in college and say they’re complete opposites. Kazuomi doesn’t seem to hate the taste too much, and MC says the taste is quite addictive, and that she will make him discover more flavors and foods common people would eat, and that he had never tried out. Kazuomi agrees but insists that he wants them to have steak for dinner later.
② It’s evening and time for their dinner date, but Kazuomi is late. MC waits for him in his living room at the Raven while watching the latest drops to a streamer. She then recognizes a location used for a movie, which happens to be the Raven. She's surprised, and this is how MC learns that not only a movie was shot at the Raven, but also had Kazuomi take part as an actor for a scene. Kazuomi comes back home right at this time, and seeing what she's looking at, he explains to MC he had a cameo* role in that movie years ago. He had also attended the awards ceremony. Kazuomi had to play his own role from real life, which is the owner of the Raven hotel.
MC thinks about how he looks younger, has a youthful energy on screen and acts a bit differently despite playing his own role. MC rewinds the movie to watch his scene again, but to MC’s disappointment Kazuomi snaps his finger which turns the screen off. He mentions they should get going or they’ll be late to dinner, and MC tells him he can tell her about this experience over delicious steaks. He agrees and smiles, and they eventually leave his place.
(*Cameo: a very brief appearance in a movie or play, usually played by celebrities or actors)
Fun Picnic Challenge 1 & 2
(Location: Japan)
① In this story, MC gets assigned a mission that leads her to fly to Japan. Kazuomi surprises her yet again by waiting for her at the airport, and knowing that her mission is not urgent, takes her somewhere.
Kazuomi and MC go on a picnic in a park in Japan. Among all the other families present there, MC mentions they both stand out and look out of place, like they don’t belong here, especially Kazuomi. Confirming her feeling, women whisper loudly enough for them to hear that they think Kazuomi looks like a celebrity. People soon gather to get a bit closer to see him, but still keep their distance. MC thinks to herself that in the US, people see Kazuomi as a hometown hero while he comes off as intimidating to Japanese people.
As they walk to find a nice picnic spot, they hold hands which reminds MC that they never really had classic, ordinary dates like this one. They end up finding a good spot on an open field, and as Kazuomi and her set up the blanket for their picnic, MC laughs about how it’s very strange to see Kazuomi doing this, not used to seeing him do ordinary things. She explains to him that he has to put weight on the corners of the blanket, to prevent it from moving because of the wind. He listens as he never did such things and isn't used to it.
② They start eating the bentos with the typical Japanese homey food Kazuomi brought for their lunch, which was made by a chef. Kazuomi, in a sort of somber tone, mentions how the food tastes really good, "too good, even". MC understands that it sounds like there’s a deeper meaning to his words, but doesn’t question him and enjoys her date with him.
They soon finish eating everything and relax by lying on the blanket. Out of the blue, Kazuomi starts telling MC a little bit about his past. He explains that his mother once brought him to a park to have a picnic between the two of them just like this. He doesn’t know why she suddenly did that, considering that it’s not something they ever did in their family. We learn that his mother came from a rather wealthy family, and that she never had to cook or do anything on her own due to this.
Despite her lack of knowledge, his mother had prepared a bento herself for the picnic she had planned for her and Kazuomi. She didn't know how to cook, but still tried. An overly sweet Japanese omelet. Burnt fried chicken. These are the traditional foods she tried to make for them. Kazuomi thinks back on these memories, which makes MC remember his earlier words about the food the chef made being "too good". She realizes that due to nostalgia, burnt chicken might taste better than a meal prepared by a chef to Kazuomi.
Understanding that this memory comes with sadness for him, MC decides not to ask anything and proposes to play badminton together, as a way of making him associate picnic to a happy memory instead. Smiling again, Kazuomi agrees and they start a bet for their match.
Redacted Lover: The Depths of His Heart 1 & 2
(Location: Japan & The US)
① In this story, Kazuomi suddenly wakes up from a dream in the middle of the night. Heart pounding and covered in sweat. He’s in his bedroom at his place in Japan, and had a dream he often has, especially when it’s Christmas. We don’t learn what he saw in that dream, but we understand it’s linked to the memory of when he lost everything.
Kazuomi once again is reminded that "forever" might not exist, which makes him think of MC and their relationship. He turns to look at his side, but she’s not lying next to him. She’s on a mission, so he’s sleeping alone. Kazuomi is thankful that she doesn’t have to see him in that state, as he doesn’t want to show her how pathetic and weak he can be. He doesn’t want anyone to see him like that, but especially her.
As he ponders on how he used to be like before, he mentions that not even Yuzu and Kei know the old him. Naive and sweet. He used to foolishly think that "her" love was forever. We understand he’s talking about his mother. He used to think a mother’s love lasted until death, but he was wrong.
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Luca (Hugo’s cousin and MC’s new coworker) tells MC she got assigned a new mission by somebody she used to work for back when she was at the EAC. Being in the US, MC flies to Japan to work her mission, and she is led to a residential neighborhood with luxury homes. She’s done with her mission and prepares to head back, but she suddenly and surprisingly spots Kazuomi near her, looking at a house that seems even more luxurious among the other ones.
She wonders what he’s doing here, and realizes his behavior is strange compared to usual. He seems to not have noticed her presence, which is weird coming from him. She goes to walk towards him and wants to call out his name, but she stops herself. On Kazuomi’s face is an expression she has never seen before. A look of pure hatred and coldness.
She wonders what that house means to him. She decides it’d be weird to not talk to him, so she walks near him and casually greets him as if nothing happened. Kazuomi seems panicked to see her. It’s the first time she sees that expression on his face as well and is confused about his reaction. He asks her what she’s doing here, something he had never been concerned with whether she was working or not, which confuses MC even more.
Kazuomi appears to be shaking and looks down momentarily to gain his composure back. MC thinks he’s not being himself, and understands that the house he’s looking at must be the one he grew up in before losing everything. MC asks him if he wants to have a glass of champagne at the Raven since she’s done with her business, and he agrees in a small voice and starts walking along with her without looking at MC.
MC asks him where his limo is, and Kazuomi responds he came here alone. MC is surprised since it’s long to walk from the Raven to their current location, but when Kazuomi asks her if she wants him to call the driver, she refuses, as she feels like walking.
② Kazuomi and MC arrive at the hotel, and share a glass of champagne. Kazuomi is very quiet and doesn't look at her. MC remembers that during all the time they've been together, they had never pointed out each other's weaknesses, therefore she never asked him anything about his past. MC asks him if she can stay around with him a bit longer, and without saying anything, he shows his approval by pouring her another glass of champagne.
MC then notes how far they're sitting from each other, when normally they would be sitting next to each other and talk non-stop. She says their usual conversations increasingly became like tennis matches since they met, and were filled with banter which felt like home to them both. Now they're both sitting quietly as Kazuomi acts differently.
Considering how he has always accepted her for who she was no matter what, MC decides to see him for who he is as well, and asks him if he can tell her what happened. Kazuomi eventually opens up to her about his past.
(Kazuomi's PoV and flashback)
We learn he used to live in a grand house in Japan, with staff (butlers and maids) who greeted him when he came back home after school. His father was a self-made man with a successful business. His mother, (named "Mrs. Shido" in-game) came to see him and waited to have dinner for him even though he was a bit late coming home from school that day. She mentions she doesn't mind waiting for him as she likes to eat with him. Kazuomi, however, wonders if she actually means it, but deep down he hoped it was true.
He surprisingly mentions how he doesn't look like her at all. But how he's in fact the very spitting image of his father, like twins. We then learn that Kazuomi's father had many mistresses, and he doesn't know whether or not his father's wife is his actual mother. Kazuomi had checked the official documents of his birth, but he mentions that his dad could have very well changed the information about his birth mother to hide who his actual mother is.
Kazuomi remembers how his father was rarely coming home and would have done everything for his business. It's heavily hinted that his father got his hands dirty to make his business successful, too. He even sometimes came home with a group of threatening men with whom he had private conversations in a room.
Kazuomi recalls that despite the luxury and friendly staff, somehow the home was cold. He then mentions that the "too bright lights" and faked smiles of the staff were all used to better hide the truth. He couldn't stand any of these things anymore, except for one: his mother.
Despite not knowing if they're linked by blood, he says she loves him... or not. He thinks she only loves his father, who she's loving through Kazuomi since she's often ignored by her husband when he comes home. She was left feeling lonely and gave her affection to Kazuomi instead.
Kazuomi then tells MC how at that time he thought everything would last forever, but... He couldn't finish his sentence, stopped by his painful memories of the truth we have yet to discover. MC tells him that she won't ask any questions unless he wants her to, that she's focusing and is here for the current Kazuomi, and doesn't care about his past. Kazuomi smiles at that. They continue their night holding hands on the couch while sipping champagne.
Later on, they go to bed without being intimate with each other and sleep. Kazuomi wakes up again in the middle of the night, and at his side, there's MC sleeping, dreaming about Kazuomi taking away from her her DVD with Tom Cruise, which makes him laugh since she doesn't seem to have changed even though he confessed some revelations to her earlier.
This time, he didn't have a nightmare. Kazuomi appreciates that MC didn't ask him anything more about his past, as she valued what was important to him more than what she could have learned. His love for her is also even more affirmed as she wasn't weirded out by him or shocked with the way he acted. He thinks this:
"This is why you mean so much to me. This is why I want you my side. Maybe you are someone in whom I could confide everything."
He mentions how he tried to replace his old painful memories with new ones with Zack, the family, and motel. But he can never forget his mother and the past. He then asks MC something out loud while she's sleeping. About whether or not she'd still love him if he showed his true, actual self, and saw how pathetic he really is. He wonders if her love would sway upon learning how stuck in the past he is. But despite not believing in forever, he hopes that's what will define their relationship. He wants their relationship to last.
We understand finally that, the current Kazuomi Shido acts the way he does as a sort of persona, but that his behavior might be an act he uses to hide his past. He acts the way he thinks people, and even MC would want him, Kazuomi Shido, to act. But one day, he'll gamble everything, such as his life, and will risk losing everything again to hope taking everything back. Everything that was stolen from him back then. When that time comes, he'll have to let go of MC's hand, as "nothing is forever in this world".
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Mini Scoop 1 & 2
(Location: UK)
① Kei comes back to his hotel room at the Raven where MC greets him. Lately, MC mentions that he always goes straight to the bathroom to take a shower right after coming home, without coming near MC. MC says that ordinarily, this would look like he'd be cheating on her, but she knows him well enough to know he wouldn't do that. MC thinks that he must be trying to wash away scents that he doesn't like.
(Kei's PoV, at GoE's headquarters)
Kei and Josh try to find ways to improve security around the headquarters, but Kei asks Josh if he would want to build a tree house in the forest. Josh recalls that they always talked about building one as kids, but never got to do it. Kei thinks back to his past, where he, Maru (the puppy they found) and Josh found branches they could use for the tree house. In the end, they couldn't make that wish come to life.
MC came to headquarters and, as she found no one in the basement, followed the footprints in the back of the church which lead her to them. She sees Josh and Kei build the tree house based off of plans made by Victoria in the forest. She's surprised as she sees Kei climb a tree. She realizes in that moment he had been taking showers to wash off the dirt. Kei meaningfully tells Josh they're finally doing what they couldn't back then, and that there will be more to come. MC leaves the two friends as she doesn't want to intrude.
② MC is at GoE headquarters, drinking tea and eating cookies she brought from the Raven with Josh. Josh starts saying how he wishes he knew how to make cookies like these, to sell them faster for charity. MC starts to wonder if Kei should have kept religion as a part of his life, seeing how Josh turned out. She also wonders what Josh thinks of Kei giving up his faith, and ends up asking him if he thinks Kei has changed. MC assumes that Kei must have changed a lot compared to when he was a child, however Josh tells her he's very much like the Kei he knows, a protector and a leader.
We then get a flashback to Kei and Josh as children living at church. Kei gets openly angry at the priests and argues they don't feed them enough despite getting money from charity. The priest responds that it's to keep them from committing the sin of gluttony. Kei replies that he knows they keep all the food and drinks to themselves and leave them weak. Kei thinks they do this on purpose so they can't resist, since they usually barely feed the children when it's that time of the month. The time when the devil comes.
Josh tries to calm Kei down so he doesn't get punished, but Kei has a plan and violently throws a chair at a priest and starts pulling out his hair. This is a plan elaborated so that, hopefully, one of the sisters will discreetly share more food with them.
Hearing the story, MC wonders if the current Kei she sees is gaining his original self back by protecting others, like he used to.
Redacted Lover: Leading the Remains 1 & 2
(Location: France)
① This story happens around two weeks after Kei was involuntarily hospitalized by MI6 after a mental break. In order to try to recollect more of Kei's repressed memories, he and MC went from London to Paris, and have then taken the train to go to the Romleys' winery, located away from the city. They get a bit closer physically as they are sitting next to each other, and MC notices his body is seemingly colder than usual, like a doll's. MC eyes Kei looking at the mountains while on the train, and she recalls that Kei is often struggling to keep himself in the present moment as he often dissociates with his year-old self lately.
Kei asks her again if she really is okay with following him to the winery, and MC confirms that she'll keep her word and always be there next to him, which makes Kei smile. MC thinks that they both know how risky it is to try to discover Kei's repressed memories by going to the place where his traumatic experience began, but Kei is compelled to go. In order to stop Caleb who is an immediate danger, Kei wants and has to recover everything he can to be more stable quickly.
MC doesn't agree with Kei's plan as she is scared for him, but she knows Kei couldn't care less about his own pain and will respect his wishes. They arrive at the winery when it's still light outside, and they go to see Libre*, another horse that was then replaced after the last one with the same name was killed by Caleb. Kei greets the horse and he seems relieved to see him. Kei tells the horse apologetically that for his safety, he (the horse) will have to go to London for some time and that he can't stay here. MI6 will watch over the horse until things are over with Caleb.
(*Libre means "Free" in French)
MC remembers her conversation with Caleb from before and that he has taken the first Libre's mane after killing him. She also recalls how she learned that Caleb loves Chad, which is why he targeted Kei and Libre. She also learned that Chad and Anne are special agents who worked for MI6 before. MC hasn't told Kei about this conversation, and has a dilemma of whether she should tell him or not.
After that, they get closer to a storage building near the winery where unused barrels and tools are kept. Kei asks her if she remembers the time he told her he had built a secret hideout there. She says she does, and Kei starts walking towards the storehouse by taking little steps. He explains that his secret hideout served the purpose of hiding. She understands what he means when he says that, and Kei continues to mention it was to escape from Caleb. Kei mentions Caleb kept visiting this place even after what he had done to the original Libre.
MC asks Kei about Chad's and Anne's opinion about Caleb, but Kei replies he probably has never told anyone about what Caleb did and what happened at this winery, so they didn't have anything to say about Caleb still coming here. MC tells her she remembers that when Kei first took her to this winery before, he mentioned that he has wanted to be a "good boy" for his family. MC asks him if what he meant back then, about being a "good boy", meant that he had to keep what happened with Caleb a secret from Chad and Anne. Kei and MC are holding hands, and Kei starts gripping her hand more tightly. She looks at him, and he faintly nods.
They finally arrive in front of the storehouse, and Kei is visibly tense, which is very unusual of him, as he often wears a pokerface or mask. MC thinks that who he was the first time they came here and who he is now are like two different people. She thinks how now, Kei has changed so much and reclaimed his emotions, how he lets himself feel and want things. Reuniting with Josh, who he thought he had lost, also helped him recover his memories. She wonders, if Kei hadn't met her, would he have lived his life without remembering these memories? If he hadn't opened his heart to love her, Caleb wouldn't have targeted him. She thinks all of this happened because he met her. That all the root of his suffering is her presence in his life, as well as their love and romance.
Kei tells her to wait outside, and lets go of her hand. They're standing in front of the wooden double doors, and he says he needs to do this part alone. He opens the door with an old key, which can be a metaphor of Kei opening the door to the memories he's kept back.
② We are following Kei through his PoV as he enters the old storehouse. Since the area they're in is known for its safety and being low-crime, the caretaker of the storehouse once told Kei there isn't really a need to lock up the storehouse. That explains why Caleb managed to come here as he pleased. Kei mentions that if he had remembered that sooner, he wouldn't have taken MC into this hell. He thinks back on the choker, now tainted with bad memories for him and MC. Kei calls it cursed.
Kei finally opens the doors and closes them behind him as MC watched him enter. Kei finally remembers that this place isn't really his secret hideout, but a place he had built desperately to hide from Caleb. "What happened that night, the night that's stained with Libre's blood?". Kei remembers his shirt at that time, soaked in a deep red color.
(TW: the rest of the summary might become too graphic at some point, so please take caution)
We have a flashback of Kei as a child, with Caleb. Caleb calls Kei a good boy after the latter changed his clothes soaked with blood, and is now wearing a clean white shirt. Caleb and Kei are going to have dinner, which has been prepared by Caleb. Kei instantly recognizes the meat served on the plate. It's Libre. Kei recalls what just happened to Libre, and how he has vomitted. The 8 year-old Kei thinks that since he was raised in the dark in that church, he has adapted well to abnormal situations. He thinks that if he makes the wrong choice here, it could be fatal and he could die.
Caleb then proceeds to tell Kei they shouldn't wait too much to eat since the dish will be cold, and Libre would be sad if they don't enjoy the meal. Kei asks him "...Why Libre?" and if Chad said it was okay to eat him. Caleb tells him it's a secret from Chad.
C: "You're a smart cookie. You can understand that some secrets are born from love."
K: "Yeah. They told us that at the church, too."
Kei follows him along to protect himself from harm, but doesn't want to hear what Caleb wants to tell him any further. Kei keeps telling himself: I don't want to hear it. I don't want to eat it. However, seeing that the marquess has already taken his knife and fork, Kei does the same. Caleb then starts mentioning that he feels the deepest love for Chad (Kei's grandfather), but explains that Chad has Anne. He tells Kei about how good of a couple they look, that their love is beautiful. Kei agrees with him. He then tells Kei that he'll be satisfied with getting Chad's love indirectly instead. Kei, very quiet, proceeds to ask if that's why he's going to eat the horse that Chad loves, and Caleb confirms it.
Kei feels he's going to throw up. His hands are shaking, and he's scared that his knife and fork will clatter against the plate and make a sound. Knowing that Caleb takes manners very seriously, Kei wants to avoid offending him and get on his bad side. Kei quickly takes tiny piece of meat into his mouth, puts his knife and fork down while squeezing his fists in his lap. He chews and tries not to vomit.
Caleb talks more of his twisted version of love, and how people in love often want to become one, and he teaches Kei to always remember that "to love is to eat". Kei wonders if everyone who talks about love is a nutcase, because he already had bad experiences with the men at the church, and now him. Kei starts to think at this very moment that "Love" is disgusting. Kei downs a whole glass of water after finally swallowing his piece of meat.
Kei then asks him something else. About how Caleb said Kei's father is with him "too". Kei starts dissociating from the moment, too shocked of what has been going on that night. Like he's not really present. Kei realizes too late that he shouldn't have asked that question. He wants to get away and run, but his body won't move. Caleb starts telling him...
Suddenly, the flashback takes an abrupt stop as Kei, in the storehouse, starts dissociating after recollecting these memories. He sinks to the floor, panting hard. Kei finally remembers something he repressed. The memory of Caleb eating Kei's father. We follow the flashback again, and Caleb tells Kei that by being with him, he is with his father as well, as he is now inside Caleb. Kei doesn't particularly feel anything upon hearing this, as he had no parents growing up. He was also taught in church that the line between what's normal and what's not is blurry.
Kei is quite calm, but starts to wonder if he's going to eat him, and Chad or Anne. Since nothing happened to the Romley's, Kei realizes Caleb has a line drawn between who he will eat or not. He tries his hardest to stay part of the second category. To do that, he remembers that the men who came to visit them, children, at the church to abuse them once every month wore a mask. With a mask on, their ranks and identity were forgotten. Kei decides to start wearing a mask to protect himself, and change everything into "a dream of pleasure".
The current Kei then recalls what Caleb had shown him in his summer cottage. What remained of his father. Blue eyes, encased in a liquid. A strand of blond hair, same color as Kei's. And something (mysterious to us readers?) that was frozen, which according to Caleb was the most delicious part. Kei kept it all a secret to not burden the Romleys with his discoveries. The current Kei still remembers the blue eyes looking at him that day, and tells them to stop looking at him. Kei struggles to breathe, and accidentally turns over a barrel near him while trying to breathe properly again.
MC hears the sound of the barrel and runs inside. Kei keeps himself from dissociating by digging his nails into his neck. MC asks Kei if he's with her mentally, and he replies with a smile that he is, that he remembered things, even if maybe not everything, and that it will be over. Kei now understands the reason he repressed these memories. Caleb's version of love. Kei's disgust of others' warmth. He had put all that on his experiences in the church and rejected that other part of his life. In his mind, he had to bury these memories because he thought Chad couldn't know this. Because he wanted to protect the Romleys. So he erased himself.
MC touches his neck, now bleeding. Kei worries that now that he remembered all of this, he will find it difficult to accept MC's touch as well. Kei however thinks of how he is able to hug her, and how he finds himself relieved in her arms. He says he's glad she's here. She strokes his hair and doesn't press him for answers. He thinks that's very her, to not ask questions about what he remembered. He thinks she's spoiling him with her kindness. Kei then tells MC about something he had kept hidden in this winery.
They go towards a hiding spot of Kei's, and after opening the inside of a barrel with a knife, Kei retrieves a leather-bond journal. This journal had been kept by Kei at the time he lived in the church. Inside, there are notes written about the enemies he had, what they did to them (the children), and when. Kei tells MC that she always does everything in the name of justice, and he says that what he's going going to do might be justice, but what he does, the fact that he wants to protect the ones he couldn't protect back then, is because of her. She seems reluctant to have Kei face his past so openly as she is scared, but after a few seconds, she tells him she has faith in him, no matter which path he chooses. That she'll walk with him.
Seeing her, Kei tells himself that no matter how many times his heart is crushed, no matter the struggles he'll have to go through, one day, he'll give her what she wants. They smile at each other, two accomplices in their work, and two lovers. One day, he wants to tell her the words she wants to hear.
Caleb in London Challenge 1 & 2
(Location: The UK)
① It’s a few weeks after the GoE team has completed their mission with Caleb. Yuzu and Kei aren’t here, so MC, Josh and Theo are having a conversation. They start talking about Kei and MC informs them that he went to the Romleys’ winery recently and found a book he kept as a child where he wrote down about anyone who wronged him and the other children at church. Josh calls it a revenge book, and adds that he didn’t know Kei kept such a book back then. MC informs them that Kei is working on finding the individuals written in the book. The talk continues and they bring up Yuzuru. Theo wonders if he’s alright and if he’s traumatized after what he experienced. MC says that Kei referred him to a psychologist and that he’s doing what he can.
They all worry about Yuzu since he hasn’t undergone psychological and physical training to work on the field. Theo mentions that since he’s their technical advisor, he’s more suited to stay at SHIBA or GoE HQ than be on the field. Josh says that Yuzu actually thinks about joining the field and start training for it, that he doesn’t want to back down after what Caleb did. MC mentions that Yuzu doesn’t like to lose, to which Theo jokingly adds “That’s Italian men for you”.
Suddenly, they hear Yuzu run and enter the HQ base, out of breath. He tells them with difficulty while trying to breathe that Caleb was chasing him through the streets of London, and that he had to run. Yuzu is angry at Caleb and downs the glass of water Josh quickly offers him. They’re all shocked to know that Caleb managed to escape from the London police and is now walking in broad daylight without caring. Theo mentions that he seems to be in good physical shape to run that many kilometers, so his training might actually go well if he undergoes it.
They all start to worry about telling Kei that Caleb is back, since he is currently experiencing dissociative amnesia and would rather avoid triggering him any further if possible. Speaking of the devil, Kei enters the base and asks why they’re saying his name. They all keep quiet and avoid his gaze. Kei tells them that whatever they’re going to tell him is fine, and he reassures them that he’s not being his 8 year-old self right now. Josh tries to find an explanation, but Theo intervenes and says that Yuzu has ran kilometers all the way here through the streets of London, as a part of his training that he has just started. Kei congratulates Yuzu, and it’s secretly decided between them to keep the information about Caleb’s new whereabouts hidden from Kei.
② Without Kei, the team gathered for an emergency meeting. They had decided to keep tabs on Caleb and gather intelligence on him by figuring out his movements pattern. They are worried that he is going to try to see Kei in person. They want to keep Kei safe psychologically from any more truth he might not remember yet, just in case. They’re also worried about Kei dissociating and becoming his 8 year-old self in public if he sees Caleb, since if it were to happen, his public image would be compromised by the media instantly and add more trouble to the table.
MC and Kei are in a park, on a bench, after she suggested to him they should take a break from work for a bit. She actually wears a earpiece and is in contact with the other GoE members, as they are observing Caleb’s movements, if he’ll come or not. Kei and MC talk and she wears a scowl on her face, which makes Kei teasingly ask her if she’s really trying to relax from work given the face she’s making. She says she’s fine and is only looking to see if the ice cream van Kei likes will come.
Kei looks at the time and says it should almost be time for the van to be here. MC is right away informed by Theo, Yuzu and Josh that Caleb is trying to buy the ice cream van as an apology gift for Kei. Josh sounds sad as he says that this van is incredibly important to Kei and him, as they had promised each other as kids they would buy an ice cream from that van in the future.
MC tells Kei she is thirsty and will get drinks, and tells him to wait for her on the bench. She walks away to communicate with the team about Kei’s location and asks them about Caleb’s. It turns out they are both in opposite directions. Not knowing if Caleb will be headed towards Kei after buying the van, MC decides to be safe and leave the park with Kei, and asks them to keep Caleb far away as long as possible. They hear that Caleb is negociating for the price of the vehicle and wants to deliver the van to the Raven, which might be a hint that he doesn’t know Kei is here at the park.
MC thinks the delivery might just be a trick that’s part of Caleb’s game, and decides to stay safe and get out of the park. She goes back to Kei and finds the excuse that it’s getting cold and asks him to go to a café instead. He agrees, and she takes his hand and starts walking but he tells her they can stay here longer. She wonders why he’s saying that, and Kei says she might want to keep tabs on Caleb. MC is shocked and asks how he knew about it since they kept it secret.
Kei says she shouldn’t underestimate the boss and that he knows what his team does. MC is actually not surprised to learn Kei knew everything. They decide to work on the intelligence gathering all together, and Kei strongly affirms that he won’t let Caleb turn the ice cream van into a bad memory. MC thinks Kei is so strong despite having gone through a psychological break, and she thinks she needs to become stronger as well alongside him.
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Mini Scoop 1 & 2
(Location: The US & Japan)
① MC is at Yuzu's place cooking in the kitchen. Yuzu comes home from work and overhears her humming a song. Yuzu wonders why she particularly seems in a good mood. MC tells him to go wait at the table as she's almost done, and kisses him on the cheek. As they eat, Yuzu discovers that she cooked the kind of food he likes. Yuzu asks her if she's going to tell him what put her in such a good mood, and she announces her surprise: Victory Duck, a gift Yuzu gave to her, has been chosen as the official Mars exploratory duck.
She made it possible through an acquaintance of hers at NASA. Apparently, Victory Duck would be soon able to capture footage and take samples from Mars. By the time she announces this, Victory Duck was already on Mars. Yuzu looks at the footage through the tablet MC shows him. Yuzu thanks her as it is a lovely surprise and smiles.
② They're in Japan, and MC spends time over at Yuzu's place whenever she's free from work. MC asks Victoria if Yuzu is still working in his "secret room", to which Victoria notifies that he entered the room a bit less than a hour ago. MC then decides to get something to eat and discovers a brand of yogurt she recognizes in the fridge. It's the type Yuzu said he didn't like as a kid and decided not to buy them when he and MC were grocery shopping before.
MC mentions that he must have bought them due to nostalgia, after all. She finally hears Yuzu get out of the room, and goes to greet him. She notices that he left the door to the secret room open, and she sees a paper craft farm inside. Yuzu ends up showing to her what he was making, and explains that the yogurt labels are parts of a set. He has currently collected 42 of them.
He mentions how he never got many as a child, so he never was able to complete the set. He wanted to do it as an adult, but felt bashful about doing something so childish in front of MC. MC reassures him that it's nothing to be embarassed about. MC likes crafts as well, and asks him if she can help him put it together, Yuzu smiles and agrees, and they end up eating yogurt for the rest of their stay in Japan.
Redacted Lover: Italian School Days
(Location: Italy, Yuzuru's middle school)
① MC accompagnies Yuzuru as he was invited as the founder of SHIBA by the middle school he attended in Italy, for their homecoming celebration*. Yuzuru is giving a speech and everyone is very focused on what he says, when mostly people would not care about speeches. Knowing that this is SHIBA's CEO, the students are very interested in him. The audience applauds him once he is done speaking, and MC and Yuzu move to a classroom for a break.
(*Homecoming: the reunion of former students or members of an organization or school to celebrate said organization or school.)
MC asks him if this is the first school he attended once he came to Italy. Yuzuru explains that it was his first school and that in Italy, middle schools are from ages 11 to 14, but that he attended that school before turning 11 and went to high school before turning 13. He only stayed for about 2 years in this school. MC asks him if he's looking forward to the class reunion tomorrow, but Yuzu claims he won't be going and says that he only accepted the task of the speech to be of help to the students.
Yuzuru seems firm in his answer and furrows his brow, which makes MC think that he probably doesn't have good memories with this school. They end up leaving the school.
We then follow Yuzuru through his PoV. He remembers his past here, a country he never really felt at home. He recalls a conversation with Jun when he was younger. He got mad at Jun and told her he wouldn't go to a school in Italy, as he doesn't know any Italian. Jun responds that the best way to learn a language is to hear and speak it, that they'll teach him the language and other things, so that would be killing multiple birds with one stone.
Yuzu is still reluctant and doesn't want to go, but without a choice he starts attending the local middle school. We then witness the sad events that happen to him at school, as he gets bullied by the kids. The boys often grabbed him by the hood and stuff him in the locker. Yuzuru was quite big among the kids his age, but he was no match against these Italian middle schoolers. Being studious was seen as a negative quality by the other students.
Yuzuru remembers his school in Japan, where kids were mean to him as well. He felt lonely back there too, as he was separated from Takumi, his little brother. However, to him, it was better in Japan than here, in Italy. Suddenly, a girl named Carina rescues him from the locker. She's a popular girl from a grader higher than him. Yuzu thinks she's his ally until he discovers that she mocked him when he tried to thank her.
Everyone laughed at him when she "turned him down" and mentioned that Carina would never like someone like him, when he simply wanted to show her his gratitude. They then tied him to the basketball hoop at the gym, with the entire school watching and walking by. Yuzuru decides to get out of here as he didn't survive to end up in such a situation. He decided he would become the best physically as well, as he can't just rely on his wits for survival.
We're back with MC's PoV, and she's at Jun's looking at pictures of Yuzuru when he was a child. Jun mentions to her how she wished she could have sent Yuzu to a school for gifted children, but sadly she didn't have the money. As she hears Jun talk about Yuzu's experience, MC understands that rather than getting special treatment, Yuzu had a really hard time here and finally gets why he didn't want to go to the class reunion.
MC then goes back to the hotel she's staying at with Yuzuru. Once there, she asks him if he wants to get his revenge on his old classmates by turning up, now that he's internationally a known and respected figure. Yuzu, however, says that he doesn't see the value in that and would be left with disgust for his pettiness if he did that. MC gets what he says and thinks that they can even make fun of him for his success now. She has a hard time accepting how painful it must have been for him, but respects his feelings.
② It's the day after, and MC is reluctantly helping the school with the guests list for the homecoming celebration. It was originally Jun's task, but she asked MC to replace her since she had a business dinner she couldn't avoid. Jun is an old friend of the principal and often helps out the school with tech and art programs, so MC wanted to help Jun with this even if Yuzu told her she didn't have to.
MC notes that his classmates were all older than Yuzu, so they're now around 35 years old, which is Kei's age. MC notices that time doesn't bless everyone the same way compared to Kei (lmao girl that's savage I love you. Sorry. I broke out of my serious narrator phase. I'll be back) She understands why Yuzu wants to analyze Kei since he's like a vampire.
At that time, MC gets hit on by three guys who ask her what year she was, and someone who helps manage the event tells them she's only here to replace Jun. Hearing that name, they call Jun "Yuzuru's crazy old lady", which makes MC grateful Jun couldn't come, as she would probably have grabbed the guys by the ear and drag them behind the school if she had heard that.
A guy then puts two and two, and asks her if the reason she replaces Jun is because she's with Yuzuru. MC stays ambiguous and says she'll let them imagine whatever they want. MC came as Mia, an alias, and won't affirm she's dating him since he's a public figure. The men keep hitting on her and say she's wasting her whole self if she's with Yuzuru, and keep trying to get her to dance with them.
MC is wondering what the right move is, and as she's about to find an excuse, Yuzuru enters and ask them what they want from his partner, revealing their relationship. MC didn't expect him to come and is surprised, along with the other guys. As they see Yuzuru, they mention how tall he is now, but make a way of mentioning they know how small he used to be back then. Yuzuru replies to them in a smart and elegant way while approching, showing the big difference in height between them now.
He looks down at them. They're intimated and MC notes that Yuzuru really radiates the aura of an actually successful person, which scares them away since they can see it in person. A hierarchy forms and the guys think of an excuse to go away. MC asks Yuzuru why he came and he replies that he just felt like it. That the child in him was being asked to come. That when he's with MC, he can stand proud anywhere. Yuzuru helps MC out at the welcome desk until time to close the desk comes.
They decide to stay a little longer, and find out a dance is about to start in 10 minutes. Yuzuru goes to give his hand to MC but a woman tries to take his arm, happy to see him again. This woman is Carina. Yuzu asks her to let go of him, very displeased. Carina mentions how she's so happy to see him on TV. MC evaluates her and sees that she's a gorgeous woman. Carina asks Yuzu to dance with her, and says thzt she couldn't say it when they were kids, but that she ahd a crush on him.
MC sees that she's only saying it because Yuzu is now famous. Thinking that this woman tricked and humiliated Yuzuru before, MC thinks twisting her arm is called for. However, she decides to go away to let them dance, but Yuzu stops her. Yuzu tells the other girl that there's only one person he'll be dancing with. That there's only one woman for him. Yuzu says all of it sincerely and seeing how he has zero interest, Carina gets mad and childishly says that she's still the one everyone wants to dance with, even now. In true Yuzu fashion, he matter-of-factly replies that she can then dance with whoever she likes.
He ignores her and takes MC to the dance floor. As they dance, MC asks Yuzuru if it wouldn't have been better for him to dance with Carina, as she is the most popular girl. If he had danced with her, he would have gotten the last laugh and show everyone how successful he became. However, Yuzuru says "Objectively speaking, you're clearly the best woman". Yuzuru then explains that he doesn't need to show anyone anything of who he became. He understood that he wasn't bothered anymore with this school, that he didn't feel anything bad towards it anymore.
Other attendees are dancing, but everyone is looking at Yuzuru. Yuzuru keeps talking with MC as they dance, and Yuzu expresses his gratitude to her and whispers that he is only able to face his past because of her, as she holds his hand along the way. He realizes that while he doesn't love being here, his past troubles are now insignificant to him. That it's meaningless to carry these troubles with him.
MC says she had always wished to have a dance at school, and that she's happy to have it with Yuzuru. Yuzuru then retorts that she wouldn't have said yes to a dance with him if they were at school at the same time. She denies it and says she would have had a huge crush on him. Yuzu smiles and replies he would have probably watched her from afar. With affection, MC thinks to herself that it's pointless to compete over that, since she doesn't even know for sure who fell for the other first when they first met
Squirrel on Memory Lane Challenge 1 & 2
(Location: Japan, Yuzuru’s home & Inokashira Park + Zoo)
① Yuzuru and MC are hanging out in Yuzuru’s living room. MC gets a mail adressed to her birth name from her out of her bag. She doesn’t receive a lot of mail adressed to her actual name. Yuzuru asks her how she receives her mail since she has a particular lifestyle, and she explains that the EAC has a box for each of her aliases and birth name where she receives her mail. She explains that she often doesn’t get a lot of mail for her real name and it’s mostly junk. She finds out that this letter is from her college from when she was a student. It’s an invitation to a homecoming celebration.
Yuzuru asks her if she’ll go, since she did tell Yuzu to go to his own back in Italy. MC tells him that she probably won’t. He asks her why, and she replies that given the nature of her job and the years she’s been doing it, she finds it safer to avoid going to a gathering where there might be people she has met on missions. Therefore she prefers avoiding seeing people of the past. Yuzuru then remembers and says that he thought she didn’t talk about her visits to Ehime (where she was raised) often, and figured she just didn’t mention them, but now that he thinks about it, he asks her if she actually visited there. She replies she didn’t.
She mentions that she doesn’t even go back to her parents’ home, and only calls them from time to time, including a few video calls sometimes. However, since she doesn’t know if the calls might be traced, she tries to keep them as short as possible. While remembering these things, she remembers that before meeting Yuzuru, the only people she could open up to were Hugo and Theo. And even then, she didn’t tell them about personal things. Yuzuru tells her it must be lonely, and she agrees. Yuzuru tells her that while it’s not healthy to think this way, when they did the VR, he was a bit jealous of her school life and wished he was there to see it.
She says it’s normal to feel this way, reassuring him. And she mentions that if she had went to school with Yuzu, MC wouldn’t have let Carina do what she did to Yuzuru. Yuzuru is then reassured to know that it’s normal when you love someone to want to know more of their past and change things that made your lover sad. Yuzuru tells MC he’d like to know more of her past, if that’s okay with her. She’s surprised he wants to know but agrees to show him the areas she used to visit when she was younger, as a college student. Since Yuzuru doesn’t know what college life is like in Japan, he’s looking forward to it. They decide to make plans to visit the places the next day they have a day off.
② MC and Yuzu are hanging out together, visiting places MC often went to when she was in college. Their little tour led them to the Inokashira Park Zoo. MC explains she used to go there with her friends during the cherry blossom season. They start looking at the animals, and Yuzu stops to stare at the ducks. Seeing him, MC asks him if he likes ducks. Yuzu denies it and wants to change the subject.
Finding it odd, MC makes him confess what's on his mind, and Yuzuru tells her that Kei actually once said MC looked like a mallard duck. MC is surprised and asks Yuzu if he thinks the same. He adds that Kei said MC seems to like clothes that are the same colors of a mallard duck's head, and therefore claimed that Yuzu must like the color of mallard ducks.
MC says that she can't really claim Kei is wrong, and Yuzu reassures her that he likes the way she dresses. MC thanks him, but thinks deep down that she'll never be able to forget mallard ducks whenever she dresses now. They start walking only to stop again, as Yuzu sees squirrels. MC is happy to see their area has changed to a more natural environment, and Yuzu mentions that he noticed MC seems to really like squirrels. She confirms it and says that they're cute and don't carry diseases.
MC asks Yuzu to enter the squirrels' area, but he seems reluctant. She insists that they're safe for humans, and goes inside without noticing Yuzu furrowing his brow. Once they are in the area, MC finally notices that Yuzuru isn't comfortable. He tells her that he remembered the cage broke 10 years ago, and all the squirrels fled. They came back later once the cage was rebuilt, but there were more squirrels than before, which means there were wild ones as well.
Yuzu is scared a squirrel is wild and is going to bite him. Just when MC goes to tell him there are low chances of that happening, a squirrel stares at Yuzu, jumps on his leg to go all the way to his right ear, and bites him. It runs away soon after, and both MC and Yuzu are shocked. MC worriedly asks him if he's okay, and tells him they should get him some hand sanitizer, but Yuzu claims he has to go to a hospital.
MC thinks he's overreacting, but considers that since Yuzu grew up with limited access to medical care, it might be important for him to care for his health that much. MC apologizes to him for bringing him here, but Yuzu tells her it's okay. He says he lost this round, but that he'll have his revenge on the squirrels one day, which makes MC think Yuzu is really cool for admitting his defeat without giving up
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Mini Scoop 1 & 2
(Location: The US, Seiichi's hideout)
① MC often goes to visit Seiichi at his new hideout whenever she isn't working. They're both hanging out in his living room when Seiichi goes onto the balcony and calls MC by the name "Akari", her old alias, and tells her to come here. MC wonders why he's suddenly calling her by that name considering she's not working but still joins him. She asks him what he wants, and he tells her he actually didn't mean to call "her". MC doesn't understand, but soon realizes a cat is coming to rub against Seiichi's feet. He was actually calling that cat "Akari" and he tells the cat it's time for dinner.
Seiichi feeds her and wears an expression of tranquility on his face, which MC had never seen before. She tells him she never pictured him as a cat person, to which he replies that in case she was wondering, he didn't adopt the cat, the cat is the one who decided she was going to live here. MC suddenly hears another cat coming from behind her, and soon a second cat joins to eat. Seiichi calls this one "Chloe", another one of MC's past aliases.
MC is surprised he called the cats by her aliases, and Seiichi says that he remembers how MC always wanted to choose her aliases herself. He also mentions that her actual name is special to him, therefore it can only belong to her. She's relieved to hear that, and mentions that she finds it a bit weird to name cats after your lover.
MC playfully asks him if she should keep rabbits and call them Nogi and Kazuya, Seiichi's own past aliases. He actually turns to her, seemingly unpleased with the suggestion and asks her if she means that. MC finds his reaction funny considering he can't take his own medicine. She's also very pleased to see that Seiichi, who always wears a poker face, is showing her this expression to her only. Seeing him, she smiles.
② MC is petting Akari's fur and feels at ease while doing so. She is thinking of Seiichi, and about how it must have been hard for him to leave the EAC and his past life as a result. She whispers to Akari to be a good companion to Seiichi. Seiichi comes back right at this time from the kitchen with a sake bottle and cups on a tray, asking "Sharing secrets?"
MC playfully replies that she's telling her secrets about him that only MC knows. He says he's curious, to which, as usual, MC replies he really doesn't look the least bit curious like he so claims. He actually tells her he really is, with a serious look on his face. They stare at each other seriously, and erupt into laughter simultaneously. MC tells him he never changes, which makes him ask her if she wants him to. SHe denies it and says him never changing is the greatest gift she could ever receive.
Hearing her say that, Seiichi says it's difficult for him to say it, but he suggests drinking sake together. MC is surprised, as he originally prefers drinking beer and asks him if he gave it up. Seiichi mentions he's grown homesick, but jokes and mentions it was simply a gift from one of his clients. They cheer and drink a cup of sake. Seiichi says he might like this occasional drink, and that it feels good to drink when he's not on a mission and smiles. MC notes that he looks very relaxed.
MC asks him if he doesn't do this kind of thing often, to which he replies he can't even remember the last time he did. He also mentions she's the only one he has drinks with. MC realizes that ever since leaving the EAC, Seiichi never had someone to relax with or open up to. Instead, he fought for justice and worked missions on his own. She hopes to help him find ease when they're together at least.
She asks him if she could make him his favorite Japanese-style rolled omelets. He says her idea sounds great, and actually tells her he had ordered jakoten, MC's own favorite dish from her hometown. MC tells him he's the best, and he sends the compliment right back at her. They had both thought of giving the other their favorite dish. They decide to give another toast of sake to celebrate their reunion and unchanging relationship. MC is joyful as she is spending time with the man she loves, eating food that she loves. They never run out of things to talk about, and keep talking about things to make up for the lost time, even after the sky grows light.
Partners in Work Again Challenge 1 & 2
(Location: The US, Seiichi's hideout)
① We are following this story through Seiichi's PoV, and MC suddenly asks him if he wants to work with the EAC. Now that MC is a boss at the agency and Seiichi an agent working in the shadows, she suggests it to him to help out with a mission through a contractor. Seiichi is surprised, and even though he thought of this possibility he didn't imagine it would become a reality.
Seiichi asks her why they need a contractor, and MC sarcastically answers that they don't have enough people, and that she wonders why that's the case, saying in a subtle way it's his fault. He tells her she should find a new person to hire, the same way he found her. She says they're working on that, but training them will take time. Seiichi playfully answers "Like it took time for you?" and she replies "No comment"
The reason why the EAC has less agents now is explained through Seiichi's thoughts. After leaving the EAC, he has taken with him the agents that had turned bad within the agency, therefore disposing of the "rot". Seiichi has been living well with the cost of leaving the agency but feels bad that MC is now in a difficult situation, now that the EAC is short on agents. He tells her he might be of help.
She understands that him working with her will depend on the conditions, with he agrees and adds that he's currently without employment. He has to hustle to earn his keep. MC shows his three fingers and asks him if that amount would do it for him. He says it depends on the job. She says it's simple intelligence gathering, which is child's play for him. He thinks that it'll depend where he'd be going undercover, but that it's a lot of money for a job like this. It's even too much according to him. He tells her that if it's really important to her, he'll do it for...
At that moment, he gently takes her hand and raises her remaining two fingers, elevating the pay for the job even higher, which makes MC's eyes widen. She says that that's a lot and ballsy of him, to which he replies he knows his worth, to which MC replies he also knows this is complicated for them. They smile as they feel each other out, as usual. Seiichi is wondering what her next move will be with this unreasonable demand, now that she's the boss.
He actually doesn't want such an enormous sum, he simply wants to see how she is developing. She says he's putting her in a difficult situation, but that's she's going to double her initial offer, therefore she's now putting up 6 fingers. She mentions that she has another condition, and boldly asks him to find something for her as well as the information.
Hearing this, he inwardly cracks a smile as he is proud of her, since she made it look like she was giving it up only to get what she really wants. He feels like he's seeing himself if he were in her position. He asks what she wants him to find, to which she says she can't tell him until they have an agreement, and he knows it. They keep feeling each other out, and MC tells her him accepting also depends on how much he trusts her.
He says that given how she looks confident, she couldn't fathom a world in which he doesn't trust her. She replies that he's the one who made her the boss, so it makes sense for him to trust her. She cups his cheek with what Seiichi describes to be her "slender little hand". He notes that when she negotiates, her tactics switch between hard and soft as he observes the way she is as the boss. He says out loud "Very interesting" as he realizes that she contructs her role of the boss partly shadowing him, and partly creating a persona of her own.
She asks him what is interesting, tilting her head with a look of innocence on her face. He's thinking that this is the only thing she'd have to work on, as otherwise he would have a lot of rivals with whom to compete (I'm guessing he's saying she's so cute she would attract many men with her behavior and look).
He finally tells her that he'd like to say yes to her proposal but that he has no interest to be involved with the EAC. He asks her if they could pretend this conversation never happened. She isn't pleased that that's his final answer, since he could have said that from the very beginning, frustrated that all her effort was for nothing. Seiichi then replis joyfully "That's the look".
She is confused of his reaction, and he thinks that she never would have let him see a look like this on her face when she worked under him. It's something he only got to see once they became lovers ocasionally. He tells her he missed that look. MC says that when she once made that face before, Kazuomi told her she looked like Seiichi.
Seiichi replies that he's honored. Her brow furrows as she doesn't get why that's an honor, while his own smile deepens in contradiction. He loves to see that an ace special agent like her sometimes shows him expressions of her human nature, and he thinks to himself that this is an expression that he loves "so very much"
② Seiichi is at his home, and opens a package of freshly roasted coffee beans that smell wonderfully. He takes an item that's slid between two cartons. This is a passport. The photograph is him, but the name is unknown. The passport will be used for his new mission. It was made by the same craftsman he used in his EAC days.
Seiichi is all ready for his new upcoming mission, except for one thing. He didn't actually replied to MC's proposal yet. Later, at night, he treats MC to coffee made with the new beans that arrived. MC says drinking this reminds her of when they used to drink coffee a lot together, and he replies that these beans are different since they have been roasted for one minute longer.
MC takes different sips but doesn't notice the difference and how he can tell there's one either. He tells her that's a shame, and shows her his fake passport. MC says the passport is a fantastic creation and asks if it was made by his usual contact, and he confirms it. She says that the craftsman has gotten even better at making them (who are they talking about?! I thought it might be Old Man Shige but maybe not since he's more of a tech guy??)
Seiichi mentions to MC that she can tell the difference between a true or fake passport, but fails to notice it with coffee. MC thanks him and shrugs. MC ends ups asking him where he's going now that he's made a passport, and he sends the question right back at her, explaining that he accepts the job she suggested.
She's surprised to learn that he only denied her request before to see a reproachful look on her face. She's relieved that he accepted, and mentions that loving him this much is going to cause "someone" a great deal of pain down the line (wait is she talking about herself or Kazuomi?!) Seiichi apologizes in a half-joking gesture as he bows a bit and calls her "boss", which makes her expression soften.
She opens her laptop and starts explaining the job to him. Her look shifts to one of a pro agent the moment the laptop turns on. She tells him he's going undercover to make contact with Dubai's royal family. The EAC has lost contact with the agent they had on the field, so his number one priority is intelligence gathering. MC wants him to dig into what happened within the royal family and to the agent.
Seiichi asks if they know if the agent is still alive. MC responds "I'd say that goes without saying" (I guess that's a way of saying that he's dead). All emotion is gone from her face as she says this. Seiichi is thinking while all agents accept their fate, this is the first time he's seen her be so businesslike about it. MC says he seems surprised, but Seiichi is simply thinking how much she's grown.
She does what needs to be done in her role as a senior agent. Seeing how professional she is has a reinvigorating effect on him. He thinks accepting the job was worth it since he got tot see her like this. Whether it's MC or anyone else at the EAC, witnessing someone show their commitment to the cause of justice is always special to him. MC ignores that he is currently moved, as she goes on with her explanation of the mission.
At this moment, he's thinking he's wrong to be so moved, as she's a senior operative at the EAC, and her boss as of now, while he's... He doesn't finish his thought, but he then tells her that maybe, he was still looking at her as a junior agent. MC stops and says she can't pretend she didn't hear that. She is upset that he might not have listenened to her at all. She looks testingly at him and he repeats the details she gave him about the mission, proving he did listen while thinking about other things.
MC smiles as she sees that he did listen and says he loves to make her job more difficult, so she wears a troubled expression but doesn't seem displeased at all. He says she resembles him in this way as well, and he can't get rid of the feeling that he raised her, seeing how alike they are.
He recalls their first time meeting, about how it was supposed to be him saving a girl that day, and it resulted in making her part of this, his, world deeply. He's thinking that there were times he have regretted that, but he now thinks that his judgement that day wasn't wrong, that her presence in this world isn't a mistake.
He tells her that she's not a junior agent anymore, and that he wants her to feel every bit the boss that she is. She replies that she does, that it comes naturally to her, as she smiles. Seiichi tells her he's happy to work with her again, and she replies that she is, as well. They give each other a firm handshake as they are happy to work together again
There you go! I hope the summaries were well explained enough. I did my best and I hope you enjoyed them just as much as me!
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thebigoblin · 2 years ago
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Then, Now, Tomorrow
for @greyhavenisback. a mini-fic to celebrate your birthday! miss talking to you as we once used to but i'm forever glad that at least we got to know each other ❤️ real life might come in between, but it doesn't mean this reel life is forgotten! Right?!
Tags: Future Fic, as in somehow canon yet not related to that movie in any shape or form, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Fluff, Light Angst, in regards to Derek's Sad Past, Attempt at Humor, Let Derek Hale Be Happy 2023
"Oh, man, that was so fun!"
Derek catches him when he stumbles, his arms wrapped tight around Stiles' waist, and he laughs.
"You're so strong, dude," he says, admiring the way Derek's biceps flex under his sinfully tight shirt.
Derek puts him on the couch, but doesn't bother separating from him. Just says, "Thanks, Sparky," and gives him a look when he pouts.
Stiles rolls his eyes and mutters, "Dick."
"Big dick," Derek corrects, and it's so deadpan and so unexpected, Stiles nearly falls off of the couch, laughing so hard his stomach hurts and his eyes shut close. Soon, Derek joins him in laughing, and Stiles loves that sound, of Derek's happiness, his joy radiating in waves around them. Stiles wishes to sink down in it, to anchor himself to it, to stay here forever and ever, listening to Derek laugh, beautiful in his rawest emotions, finally free of shackles of misplaced guilt and justified grief.
"Be like this forever?" Stiles asks, admiring the curve of Derek's lips, the dip and rise of his chest, which comes to a breathy halt at his question. "Please?"
Derek's face morphs into confusion, frown replacing smile, and Stiles hates it. Wants to remove, change it back — take back his words, just to listen to that musical sound.
"No, no, no," he mutters to himself, "Stupid Stiles." He brings his hands up, waits until he's got Derek's puzzled acceptance of touching him on his cheeks, then stretches his lips until it's a smile.
"Smile? You want me to smile?"
"Nuh uh, I want you to be happy," he stresses the word, hopes the weight of his wish on it makes it true. "Happy Derek is good, so good, I want you to be happy Derek. No, ecas- no, ecstatic! Ecstatic Derek!"
Derek smiles, then, a real one, his bunny teeth showing and his eyes crinkling. Stiles' hands are still on his face, their legs a tangled mess on the couch, feet up and under each other's, the warmth of their closeness comfortable and welcome. Derek takes his hands, puts them down on a thigh — in his drunken state he can't really make out whose thigh it is — and comes close, so close, Stiles can count his eyelashes if he wants to.
He does.
He's on number thirteen when Derek huffs out a laughter, mutters a, "You're unbelievable," and presses their forehead together.
Stiles tries to fight him off. "No! Noooo, Der, I was counting your eyelashes!"
His hands don't try to push Derek off of him, because he doesn't want to be away from this embrace, but he still is bummed out and tries valiantly to not feel like he's in heaven when Derek giggles.
"You're so unbelievable," Derek says again, and Stiles, whose eyes had closed, opens them, just to see Derek staring at him. His eyes are the most gorgeous eyes he's ever seen; they have the green of the forest, the blue of the oceans, the golden of the sun, and the grey of the moon.
"You're so pretty," Stiles tells Derek sincerely, and moves so that his and Derek's foreheads separate, the distance between them just enough to witness Derek's cheeks and tip of ears burning a soft pink. "I want to kiss you so bad."
The soft pink turns a deeper red. "Stiles, we can't. Not when you're not in your right mind."
"All of my minds and my hearts would want you, ecstatic and pretty and you." Stiles tries to move his hand, and after a little delay — where are his hands?! — he does, and when he does, he puts one on Derek's cheeks again. Makes his open mouth close. "Is that a surprise for you, Big Guy? That I want you?"
Derek has no answer for it. But he insists, "We can't. Not now."
Stiles pushes Derek onto his back, and pliant under his ministrations, Derek goes. He won't say no — not to Stiles.
And Stiles hates it.
"We are going to cuddle," Stiles explains, once Derek is on his back, eyes locked onto Stiles', who is still sitting upright, his knees planted on the left side of Derek's hips. "I've always wanted to know if your chest can be a pillow. Like, it feels and looks so hard, but can it be a pillow too?" Derek doesn't say a word, just stares, and stares, and stares.
Stiles' heart breaks.
"Der," he whispers, and makes sure to keep all his limbs to himself, no part of him touching Derek's. He's cognizant enough to realize what's wrong here, and damn it if he's going to ruin Derek's great night out.
He heard Derek giggle today, no way is he going to ruin that.
"Derek, I want you to be happy. And if that means making me sad, then so be it. If your happiness lies in breaking my heart and breaking me apart, not doing what I want, then so be it. I want you to be happy. And know this: my happiness? It lies in you doing what you want."
Derek stares, and after a beat, he shakes his head, as if dislodging his previous, tumultuous thoughts. Then he says, "You somehow still make sense when you're drunk."
He sounds so sincerely puzzled, it makes Stiles laugh.
And it's that thought all over again when Derek starts laughing too: he wants to sink here, in this one moment alone, anchor himself to it until there's nothing but him and Derek on all his horizons.
Stiles wants so much, so little, too much: he wants himself to finally confess, he wants Derek to be himself, he wants Derek to be happy, whatever it takes.
And apparently what it takes is this — Stiles, almost asleep on Derek's soft yet hard chest, Derek's fingers in his hair, carding through it slowly, meticulously. Stiles' eyes closed, his breath on Derek's neck, Derek's on his hair, their bodies intertwined on the couch. Derek, voice the tiniest whisper, a wish, a hope:
"My happiness lies with you, Stiles. Having you by my side, this moment, tomorrow, hopefully forever. In whatever way you'll have me."
Stiles hears it, but sleep has him, so the only thing he does is smile against Derek's chest. Perhaps he feels it, because Derek's other hand squeezes his waist, a physical gesture of holding on to these words of today, tomorrow, and forever.
Stiles sinks into Derek's embrace, into that promise, into that night, and several years later he finds himself surprised still at the fact that it wasn't all a dream, but the first nights of many like that. Of them together, intertwined, each other's, happy and giggling and together.
Together then, now, tomorrow.
(now also on ao3)
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lonely-starlequin · 1 year ago
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How the ghouls spent Halloween 🩷
Mini fic!
Word count:1706 words
Paring:(implied) swissrora, RainDew,cumulusCirrus
Type:tooth rotting fluff
Summary: phantom really wants to go trick or treating like humans do as he’s seen so many movies about it.
Warnings:tooth rotting fluff, light swearing, teasing.
Fic below cut🩷
Usually the ghouls spend Halloween inside the ministry going “trick or treating” by going door to door with the siblings of sin. But the needy ghoul has been shown in too many Halloween movies and has been begging to do it for real, like humans do.
And he begged and begged until he was ready to give up and throw in the towel.
 
Currently, it was early morning, and the ghouls were nestled up together on the couch after breakfast was finished. They were watching some cute kid’s Halloween movie that someone popped on when they were in the den. A few ears twitched as footsteps approached, but no one moved to look as they were far too engrossed in this movie.
  
Copia leaned up on the back of the couch, resting his arms on the ledge. “Good morning, my ghouls,” he said softly so as not to spook the still sleepy ghouls.
The girls looked over and let out sweet, happy trills of excitement to see their papa so early in the day. The others had a more groggy good morning back as they tried to yawn away the sleep still clouding their minds. All except Phantom, who sat cross-legged on the floor, a soft pout playing on his lips as he knew what day it was and he knew Copia had come to give them the final verdict on Halloween. Copia crept around the couch to kneel down next to the phantom. Phantom glanced over. Good morning, papa,” he mumbled softly, not wanting to be rude, but disappointment played in his voice.
Copia cupped his face lightly. “What’s wrong, phantom? Aren’t you excited to go trick or treating tonight?” Copia smiles softly as he reveals that they have been given permission. Phantom sits there frozen for a moment before looking up at him with huge eyes, trying to gauge if he was being serious. Papa gave him a small nod and a smile to reassure the young ghoul. Phantom squeeled and pounced on Papa, pulling him into a tight hug that sent them both tumbling to the floor.
 
“Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" He trilled and purred, nuzzling up to his tail, wagging much the same as a happy kit. Copia chuckled softly, rubbing his back. “You’re welcome, my little bug.” He slowly sat up, letting Phantom sit still in his lap.
 
“It took a lot of convincing, but I got her to agree, even if it came with a few conditions. So all of you listen up because you must be on your best behavior tonight, alright?” They all nod and give him their attention.
“You have to stay close; no wondering off, no picking fights, no fighting each other. If you choose to unglamor parts of yourself, make sure it’s one that humans can replicate, such as ears, eyes, fangs, and such. And lastly, we will be leaving here at 6 and driving to a local neighborhood, where we will trick and treat for 4 hours. Sound good?” Copia smiled as he laid down the ground rules for tonight.
 
They all exchanged looks of agreement and excitement. “I shall come to get you at 6, so make sure you’re all ready and dressed up,” he smiled, sitting phantom down on the couch with the rest of the ghouls. Phantom smiled, excitement rolling off him in waves. Copia softly kissed his head before departing.
 
As soon as Copia left, the room erupted in excited cheers and celebration.
“Who knew we just needed the charm of this cutie to finally go out? We’ve been trying for  years!"Cirrus squealed the mushing phantoms face in her hands, giggling and cooing at him.
 
All the ghouls were entirely restless until six, just wanting time to move faster; their excitement made it impossible to wait that long.
 
Around 5, the ghouls ran to their rooms to get ready in their costumes that had been planned and prepared months in advance.
 
Phantom had struggled a bit to pick a costume; he had so many ideas that he had to pick just one. He wanted to make it perfect, so he had the others help him out. And they decided the best was to do Dracula, as it combines bats and a famous horror movie. The girls helped him add bat wings to the sleeves to make him feel more bat-like. He put on a tiny bit of makeup, like the girls showed him. He added black lightly around his eyes and used pale, pale makeup on his face. He unglamoured his fangs so he looked more like a vampire, and lastly, he slicked back his hair to make him look all fancy.
 
Aurora dragged Swiss to her room to get ready. Swiss had whined and protested the whole time, but really he was excited to match with her. She had recently seen that new Barbie movie and was obsessed with it, so she decided this was what they needed to do. They decided on the matching cowboy outfit because Aurora thought they were the cutest. So they got all dolled up in their costumes, super excited Swiss doing a horrible job hiding it. Aurora sat in her mirror, doing her makeup and putting on cute earrings. She rummages through her things till she finds her pink nail polish. She delicately paints her long nails with the quick-dry polish, as she has no time to waste with it having to dry. After that, she had Swiss help her put her boots on while she finished up. Swiss did so happily and put on his own matching pair after. After they were finished getting dressed, Aurora took just about a million photos of them.
 
Cumulus and Cirrus had gone a similar route as Aurora. They also watched the Barbie movie and decided to wear something from it, and Cirrus decided on the cute workout outfits. It was Cirrus’s idea, as she really just wanted to see Cumulus in a tight little body suit all night. And Cirrus opted to be Ken for the night, so they’d match and be super cute. They did each other's makeup, putting on bright neon makeup to match their costumes. Cumulus sat at the vanity as Cirrus helped brush her hair up into a slick, high ponytail. After she put the visor on over it, Cumulus turned to look at her, smiling. “How do I look?” Cirrus only squealed and covered her face in kisses. So cute! e! Cumulus giggled, hugging her.
 
 
The mountain was ready. He’d been working very, very hard on his costume for weeks. He was going as a deer, and he couldn’t be more excited. He had built realistic-looking deer legs to go over his own legs like pants. They had hooves and a little tail for the full work. For his top half, he opted for a fur jacket with a black shirt underneath. He let his horns show, as they were already very similar to deer. He sat down to do his makeup. He drew on a cute deer nose and used eyeliner to make his eyes more doe-like. Once satisfied, he admired his work and went to the den to wait.
 
 
Lastly, dew and rain Rain wanted them to match, but a few were stubborn. So while Rain was getting all pretty in their mermaid costume, Dew was busy pouting and working on his costume. He found a way to make the costume more fun for himself and made a fake fishing pole, attached a safety pin to the end, and went over and hooked it to Rain's leggings. ”I caught you,” he chuckled, thinking he was so clever. Rain glanced back to his pants, then to Dew, and let out an amused giggle, not realizing how much of a pain in the ass Dew was going to be all night with it. Rain ignored it for now and went back to putting on his makeup. Beautiful shimmering blues and greens covered his eyes and cheeks as he spread the thin glitter over them. He looks back at Dew. Does this look  good?"He nervously wrung his hands together; he’d never done his own makeup before and was worried. You look beautiful as ever,” he kissed him softly. “Let’s grab one of the girls, though, because you know I can’t do hair like they can,” he smiled, leading Rain to the girls room to finish up the look.
 
Once all the ghouls had finished getting ready in their costumes, they met back up in the den to wait for Copia.
 
At six, Copia arrived in the den in a very silly rat onesie, as he didn’t want to be cold all night.
 
Copia loaded up the ghouls into the car and drove them to a nearby neighborhood where they would be trick-or-treating for the next few hours.
 
Phantom was the most excited, bouncing on his toes and running up to the houses excitedly and impatiently, waiting for the others to catch up with him.
 
Soon, the four hours wore down. After many houses, many compliments on their costumes, and a few pictures, they tiredly walked back to the car, hitting a few more houses on the way back, their bags weighting heavily in their arms as they were heavily filled with all sorts of candy they'd never had before. The drive-back was quiet but filled with tiny pieces of content.
 
Once they arrived back at the ministry, they invited Copia back to their den to trade candy and settle down. Before they got there, they all went to their rooms to change into their most comfy Halloween pajamas and take off their makeup.
 
They made their way back to the den and waited on copia before spilling out their candy onto the floor. They happily traded and swapped candy to get ones they really liked. They put everything in their proper candy bags once they were done and crawled up onto the couch to begin a movie. Everyone snuggled up sweetly, purring contently, as a Halloween movie played in front of them. Their eyes became droopy as the night began to wind down. They all fell asleep curled up with each other entangled in one another’s arms, legs, and tails.
Happy Halloween 🎃
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mj-skyair-star · 2 years ago
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█🕹️👾🎮Chapter 12: Waiting (Part 2/2)░▒▓█
March 29th, 2036, Saturday, 9:50 a.m. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------
We met with the rest of the group again. They all remained on the same bench chatting away like everything was normal, everyone except Jet Greez. Until the group detected us, Airis and I shared the wonderful news that got them exceedingly enraptured like we were celebrating another new fantastic year. Jet Greez, on the other hand, might care less about it so I'm not unforeseen of him. The only time I would actually be astonished is if he cheers for someone whose life has been saved... Or he could be hiding his care.
Soon we began chatting among ourselves, well, more like chatting with Airis, our first human being to interact with. We basically questioned her about Real- er, Earth (is what she wants us to call it rather than the name 'Real Earth'. We weren't sure about that, although we could understand) since this magnificent planet piqued our curiosity, unduly intrigue... of course, again, except for Jet. Although, he didn't join the group nor chat. I never comprehend why he always likes alone time for himself the majority of the time. Regardless, he watched us from a distance from where we were sitting (still at the same silver, shiny, metal table that Airis was sobbing over). It might sound a bit creepy of him, but I assure you, he's not... Let's just say he sees it as 'he's a part of it, just sitting/standing from afar distance'.
It's not like I'm going to force him anyway.
... I must admit, I deeply miss his extrovert side... He hasn't been very open to people since-...
... Since... since...
... I... get why he has become more of an introvert now...
Nothing you should know!
Because Oscar is resting adequately for a couple of hours, we can't have that serious sit-down discussion yet. In the meantime, at some point, we'll have to do something other than lounge around and chat. Not that I have a problem with that. I'm more of an active bot who likes to do activities most of the time or twenty-four-seven which is rare, primarily when it comes to running. I don't sit still willingly for more than three hours. If I have to, I would just let my leg stim.
I still want to learn about Earth, from a human child's knowledge, and so far, the answers were extraordinary indeed. I'll give it two hours of this!
***
Two hours later.
Alright! Two hours are up! This is perfect timing because things were just getting awkward at this point. Luckily, I came up with something to prevent that from happening. I stood up from the bench and suggested to everyone that we should play a game of Hoop Ball. My team extended their enthusiasm upon hearing those two words. Barring Airis, she didn't know what it was so I had to explain to her the game and rules. Then I got off guard when Airis told us that Hoop Ball is exactly a mixture of 'Basketball' and 'Netball', in her Earth understanding. HA, HA! Surely it is laughable! It's not the same as 'Basketball' and 'Netball'! I don't really believe it, and I don't think anyone else does either... Well... things did extensively turn into a mini remote debate, not in an adverse way, of course!
Everyone has different opinions and we should respect them no matter what.
... Excluding the problematic ones.
We all headed to the 'basketball' court (us robots call it the hoop court), located next door to the cafeteria to get ourselves ready.
Since I know Jet is likely to cheat, in some way, when he plays any game, I decided to make him the referee. He might also be likely to call false fouls. Even though I had never seen him as a referee before. For months (or feeling the foreverness of not seeing him face-to-face in general) I have zero ideas of what he's been up to apart from being there for Artron. From memory of the last time I played sports with him. I recall the previous time he actually cheated in Hoop Ball.
And boy, the moment I told him my decision of roles privately. As a result, I didn't think Jet would call it unfair. His response is: 'It's unfair because I was biased towards him just because he (Jet) betrayed us and worked with Artron from time to time.'
Listen. I know he betrayed Artron back, however, just because he did the same to him. That doesn't mean my trust towards him is open. I know Artron would have the same feeling too.
I find his words dull-witted. Again, I am only doing it because I don't trust him to participate in sports. He is capable of cheating at any time, and he will. I managed to convince Jet by pulling out the Qute card. Qute is the only bot who loves to play referee (also, she's quite small and doesn't like sports. Her words, not mine) howbeit she's unavailable, we don't have anyone else to be a referee. I win that unnecessary argument while Jet Greez grouches and agrees to take the role.
Moving forward.
The team were split into two groups: Me and Airis versus Obus and Grezzer.
Mectra and Kitt are cheerleaders for both teams as well as bench players who wait for teammates to switch places with them (Mectra is on my team and Kitt is with Obus and Grezzer). The two sat on the long blue bench, outside the lined court, cheering us on as well as waiting patiently for any switches.
Jet came into the court with the ball after we'd done our mini warm-up. He stood in the middle of the white-ringed line of the massive school court. Meanwhile, I positioned myself near Jet, standing on the opposite side of Grezzer, outside the ringed line. The body-built bot did the same position as I did. Me and Grezzer shared the competitive expression.
Following that, Jet held out the orange ball with black lines up between me and Grezzer. He had his whistle in his mouth... ready to blow it at any given moment... Things were slowly getting intense and overestimated the ambition of winning... and ignoring the certain grouchy bot sending me daggers.
WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
The whistle was blown, shrilly, at the same time as Jet threw the interesting-looking ball in the air. This caused me and Grezzer to jump with our arms up and stretch as much as we could in the air, at the exact same time.
So who touched the ball first?
I did.
I slam against it, sending the rough orange ball flying past the orange bot's head to head towards Airis. Unfortunately, Obus caught it before she did.
Obus took three steps and passed it to Grezzer, who caught it. I rapidly sprinted, using my speed boost, to catch up to Grezzer and snatch it off him. I then took three big steps, close enough to shoot my goal, the sweet first-round victory in the hoop-
WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Immediately after my throw, the sound of that high-pitched, irritating whistle paralysed me! My neon blue eyes stare at the ball, it misses the hoop, instead, it bumps into the orange ring. It lands on the clean, reflective court, bouncing away gradually... I am taken by what just happened... Me? Getting whistled? My mind rushes with thoughts of disbelief at how I could get whistled at in a game. I'm sure this was a mistake- Wait a minute!-
Brushing off the bizarre juncture, immediately, my programs got me reminded that I put Jet to be a referee. Turning around casually to see Jet jogging toward me with a sinister cocky smile spread across his face (that I decided to ignore) I frowned with a mix of suspicion behind it.
"In Hoop Ball, you're not supposed to use your special abilities or powers, remember?" He told me, once he reached for me and raised up a yellow card.
...
"Ugh! I completely forgot about that! How could I!?" I facepalm.
I stayed in that position for a couple more seconds due to the presence of embarrassment crawling up my system. This was reasonable to call out. I will admit, I retrospect on him a lot of times... Maybe I have judged him too hastily?
Jet smugly sniggers.
"You explained everything to Airis about this game. How could you forget it? Ha!" I rolled my eyes, giving out a short sigh. "First warning, Captain Bias," he whispered the last word so no one could hear.
He laughed mockingly at me yet I don't care, but what I do care about is that he'll aggravate me for the rest of the five rounds.
I simply walked away from him to run over to Obus with my speed boost deactivated this time. Grezzer has the ball and tosses it towards us. Obus and I jumped up to catch it. How ignorant of me. He caught it and threw it into the hoop at the speed of light.
"Ah-ha! Yes!" In victory, the red bot cheered.
"Team OGT on one point, TAM remains zero," Jet declared.
Mechtra and Kitt cheer wildly in the background, as well as, sharing support to keep trying towards me and Airis. It would be something that Airis needs because I noticed her feeling disappointed in herself.
I, on the other hand, let out a smirk.
My second in command made an excellent shot, as excellent as his combat skills. I admire a few things about his skill. Although, I am 100% confident that me and Airis can beat them. I'm sure of it.
The real game begins~
***
Another two hours later.
"Obus! I'm open! I'm open!" Grezzer cried out, waving his arms around like a baby bird trying to fly.
It was the final round. My team and Obus' team points were tied, we were getting eager to win a tiresome game..! More like the human girl is getting tired rather than the rest of us. Us bots don't get tired like humans, besides some of us run either charging or batteries.
Obus had the ball and threw it towards the strongest bot but I caught it before he did. With a smirk, I hurriedly took three steps and tossed it to Airis, thankfully she was already closer to our goal.
"Catch it, Airis!" I call out to her.
She opened her arms and caught it, then swiftly turned her heel to successfully throw it into the hoop!
Fortissimo, the whistle blew.
WOOOOOOOO!!!
"Game! Team TAM wins!" Proclaim the referee.
"Woohoo!" Me and Airis run towards each other and earn high-five for victory.
Suddenly, my attention was drawn to something off to the side, near the two-way door. I diverted to see what it was and couldn't help but smile the moment I had the full view of it. My robotic blue eyes had spotted something remarkable that Airis will be on the top of the world.
"Hey, Airis," I tapped the pigtail girl's shoulder.
She turned to face me once she finished shaking hands with Grezze and the unsportsmanlike Obus (he accepted the defeat later on).
"What is it?" The girl inquires.
I gestured my head to the side, still grinning (to the point that I might look silly).
"Look over there." She took a quick glimpse and gasped in stupefaction, a great big smile forming on her face.
No- Please allow me to rephrase it. She jumped so high! Over the moon!.. Uh- Okay, now that I'm witnessing this more, maybe she's gotten too happy...
"Oscar!" The brown-haired girl bolted towards Oscar and Qute.
Qute briskly floats out of the way, knowing that Airis might hug her friend to death or knock him down to the floor (if she decided to jump on him for an unbreakable hug). I have never seen anyone with this much exhilaration. Even Oscar could see what was happening, judging by his smile turning a tiny bit crooked.
"A-Airis! Wait! Wait! Wait! WAIT!!!" Too late.
She braces herself for the cuddliest hug around him, very tightly... Hopefully not to death.
"I was so worried about you! I mean, sick to death! I'm so glad you're alive!" Airis looked like she was about to cry out of pure joy, meanwhile, Oscar became a limbed rag doll thanks to Airis' clutches crushing him.
"Miss- you- too- air-!" Oscar chokes his broken words due to oxygen drifting away from him.
"Oh, sorry!" Airis immediately released him and got tense that she hurt him though Oscar reassured her that he was fine, after gasping for air to catch his breath. "How are you feeling?" This time, Airis was much more tranquil and softer towards him.
"All... better..." Huffing, Oscar gave her a meek smile and a thumbs up.
It was a heartwarming sight to see two friends reunited together. Really, it is.
...
... Now it's time.
I became serious in my expression since we were approaching the main situation.
"Now that he's here, it's time to explain what is happening,"
"Children!" I called out to them. They both turned their heads towards me. I gazed at the members, sending them a message through my emotions. They know what that means so they become serious too. I face the children again. "I believe it's time to explain why we're here and what's been occurring around here,"
"Oh right. I nearly forgot about that." Airis says.
I approached the two before the others did.
"Please, follow me," with that, I walked past them to exit out of hoop court, knowing everyone followed my lead.
***
We led the two kids upstairs to the Computer Room.
Opening the blue wooden door, the human children gasped, whoaed, and commented on how cool the room was remodelled. The one comment I don't get is: 'This room looks like a meeting room from Star Wars!'... What's Star Wars?.. Possibly a video game that I wasn't aware of? (We turned the 'I.C.T' into our own style-like home. We'll fix everything once we defeat Artron and the ones that serve him).
I sat down on the desk chair across from where Oscar and Airis are sitting. Obus and Grezzer sit on my right side, Mechtra and Kitt are on my left. Qute just floated near Airis, and Jet Greez leaned on the wall near the door we just entered, arms crossed.
...
...
Silence had its time to shine long enough so I broke the silence. I am captain so I mostly do the talking, and yes, I allow others to speak as long as no one accidentally overlaps each other's talking. Especially when dealing with 'After you,' - 'Oh, no! After you!' type of problem.
I straighten my posture and lay both of my robotic arms on my desk, crossing them for my hands to dangle off the table edge.
"Since Oscar has been recovering for four hours, it is finally time to tell you what's going on,"- I inhale a short breath, steadily- "I believe you two have so many questions that you want answered, yes?"
"Yes," they both unison.
I earn them an earnest nod and continue the conversation.
"Would you rather hear the explanation of how we found out about this sinister plan, and why Artron and his associates want to kidnap you?"- I point to Airis for about a period of three seconds until I place my hand down.- "and then the questions last. Or the other way round?"
"I think hearing the story comes first. Obviously, we need a lot of explanation to understand how the heck you guys got here, or how you exist. Asking questions helps but it would take a lot of time if we didn't hear the explanation first. Particularly since the explanations do answer a considerable number of questions for you. Well, for some of them, I guess" Oscar replied.
"I'm with him," Airis answered after Oscar.
I nodded again and started explaining everything, not leaving a single detail behind. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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10 Of Our Favorite Black Women-Led TV Shows And Movies
By Cherranda Smith
Photo: Getty Images
March is Women's History Month and we will soon be celebrating Black Women's History Month, so it's really a perfect time to kick back and unwind to some of your favorite Black women-led shows and movies. 
While we watch and relive some of the greatest on-screen moments, it's also important to reflect on the genius of the Black women creators who brought them to us. For generations, Black women worked to shatter barriers in Hollywood so we could see ourselves in living color and beyond. 
These iconic pieces of entertainment have filled our cultural storehouses with on-screen representation for decades. From the fashion, hair, and makeup trends, brilliant line delivery, stunts, relatable set designs, and everything else in between, Black women have been involved in reflecting our beauty and complexities in front of and behind the cameras. 
Here are 10 of our favorite Black women-led TV shows and films (listed in no particular order) to celebrate Black women, our history, and infinite immeasurable talent. 
Living Single Release Year: 1993  How to watch: Hulu  Follow a group of friends sharing a Brooklyn brownstone as they navigate "a 90s kind of world" that includes dating woes and wins, career moves, and so much more. 
Girlfriends 
Release Year: 2000 How to watch: Netflix  Which Girlfriend are you most like? Joan Clayton, the ambitious and awkward lawyer; Lynn the free spirit who always seems to land on her feet; Maya, the (sometimes) married mother and author; or Toni, the glamorous real estate agent with a soft spot? 
Insecure Release Year: 2016 How to watch: HBO Max Whether you're Team Issa or in the Lawrence Hive, Insecure really sparks conversations and questions about contemporary relationships, internal conflicts, and so much more. 
A Different World Release Year: 1987 How to watch: HBO Max The leading ladies of this classic sitcom brought a fictional HBCU experience into the TVs of real-life audience, with the hilarious assistance from the guys, of course. 
Moesha Release Year: 1996 How to watch: Netflix  R&B star Brandy showed off her acting chops bringing fans into Moesha's world where she was processing grief, handling school work and getting into classic 90s-era teenager shenanigans. Another Black women-led show, The Parkers, spawned from this series, too. 
Waiting to Exhale Release Year: 1995 How to watch: HBO Max  This classic film explores the power of self and friendship through it all and its iconic soundtrack is enough to get you in every feeling possible. 
Set It Off 
Release Year: 1996 How to watch: Tubi  The woes of life brings a group of four friends to make the decision to execute bank heists in LA. The film covers real-life tragedies, the ups and downs and unbreakable bond of friendships. 
Soul Food  Release Year: 1997 How to watch: HBO Max Family drama is something most of us can relate to. In this cult classic, the drama unfolds from the lens of young Ahmad, who watches the dynamics between his aunts unfold in the wake of the family's matriarch's passing. 
Poetic Justice Release Year: 1993 How to watch: Amazon Prime Video  When you're going through it and need a ride for a convention, a good friend comes through with a plan. And that's just what Iesha, played by the incomparable Regina King, for her bestie Justice, played by the queen that is Janet Jackson. 
The Women of Brewster Place Release Year: 1989 How to watch: Amazon Prime Video  Adapted from the late Gloria Naylor's debut novel, this mini TV series captures the bustling lives of seven women living in the Brewster Place community where the struggles and hopes of Black women are explored. 
Honorable Mentions 
We didn't forget these classics either! 
Daughters of the Dust (1991)
The Color Purple (1985)
Half & Half (2002)
The Game (2006)
Sister Sister (1994)
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voltron-headcanons · 8 years ago
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Sibling Bond Au
- Pidge isn’t the type of person to go be all emotional and affectionate with people but when they want to they always go for the hypothetical
- One day they’re telling Lance that hypothetically he’s like the brother they never knew they wanted but can’t live without and asked Lance how he hypothetically felt about that
- Lance started crying
- Through the tears, he apologizes but he just can’t help it because that hypothetical would be wonderful
- As a result, Pidge blushes and admits it’s the truth 
- To which Lance responded by saying “I can die happily” and resumed crying, afterward they asked Pidge if he could hug them (P.S. they said yes)
- Things such as “Hey remember to eat,” “Keep hydrated,” “When’s the last time you slept?,” “Do you want company?” “Want to talk?,” and “Is it okay if we cuddle?” became an everyday occurrence
-  At times it has been known to be the reason Pidge doesn’t give up hope and means so much to them but they never really say anything to Lance about it
- Suddenly on a mission, while saving slaves off a Galra ship, Lance finds Matt and he can’t help but feel incredibly happy and excited for Pidge
-He can’t wait for them to reunite 
-Pidge cries once they see Matt and after hugging Matt for a long time they then hug Lance and whispers what feels like a hundred “thank you”s
- Lance then attempts to go back to the usual but suddenly Lance is already drinking water before he even asks
- Suddenly it turns to “Lance can’t you see I’m eating omg”
- Lance not being able to find Pidge because they’re sleeping
- “Don’t worry Lance, I know you get bored when I talk technology, so Matt’s going to help me with it, but thanks”
- “Nah I’m good, can’t anyways, Matt’s been telling me about Galra tech”
- “Honestly Lance, can’t you cuddle with Hunk?”
- And Lance is so happy that Pidge has their big brother back, but he can’t help but feel like he lost another sibling
- But it’s okay, he understands so he stays quiet and accepts he was just a place holder for Matt all along, really how stupid could he have been to think he held the position he thought he did
- All he is now is just that guy that found Matt, and that’s okay
- Then Matt starts going on missions and he’s great at statistics, which is fine
- Then Shiro starts trusting Matt’s opinions and plans, even listening to him when he warns that Keith may be a hothead WHich is FIne
- Then Hunk starts asking Matt what he thinks about the food he’s experimenting and asking Lance less and less WHICh is FINe
- And then suddenly Keith starts laughing and bickering with Matt, forming a friendship, something Lance has been trying to do for a year now WHICH is FINE
- But then both Allura and Coran start spending more time with Matt and just having a good time, to the point that Coran no longer has time or stories to tell Lance because “Well Lance I already told some stories today, maybe next time?” WHICH IS FINE
- One day while fighting the Galra, Lance is more to himself and doing his best
- Suddenly he sees a shot going for Pidge and just as he goes to protect Pidge Matt intervenes, injuring himself in the process and suddenly it’s NOT FINE
- Once Matt gets out of the healing pod and spends time with Pidge, Lance asks him to talk
- He then tells Matt “ I know Pidge is your younger sibling and you love them to pieces. I get it. But you can’t go on putting your life in danger, if you die I don’t know what Pidge and the other will do. They can’t live without you. If anything happens again you let me take the shot or find a way to push Pidge out of the way”
- To which Matt responds with “ But you’re also important?????”
- Lance then tells him “ Not as important as you, if it ever comes down to you and me, you need to run and make it back. Leave me behind or let me get shot but you need to live”
- Matt is shook but agrees thinking that Lance is being extreme but hey, he’s the one paladin Matt has yet to really get to know
- Fast forward and Pidge is wondering where Lance has been lately and asks the others only to learn that they can’t remember the last time they saw the blue paladin for more than five minutes outside of saving the universe business
- Pidge is determined to confront Lance because they miss him and his wonderful overbearing sibling like tendencies
- But then there’s an attack and well, Pidge is going to get shot
- They didn’t get shot
- They don’t know if Lance will make it to the healing pod
-Pidge is in shock
-They can’t lose Lance, they just got one sibling back, they can’t lose the other
-  They don’t make it to the pod in time
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linnamonrolls0 · 2 years ago
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So It Goes
Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Summary:
That glint of mischief in his beautiful brown eyes was all it really took; you were done for now, your insides reduced to a liquefied mess over his one little sexy smile. He saw that look and crossed the room to close the distance between you, stopping just behind you so that you felt the heat radiating off him in waves, his eyes dark with desire.
Perhaps you could stay a little longer…
Rating: Explicit (literally just shameless smut lol)
Words: 3,780
You had barely seen Lin all week, and it was driving you a little mad. 
Just another of the perks of being in a relationship with a man who couldn’t sit still if he tried, you supposed; there were often times when your schedules simply refused to line up. You would leave early in the mornings while he was still asleep; and he’d be on his way out by the time you made your way back in the evenings. Though you’d finally moved in together, in times like this you missed each other terribly.
Lin had been texting you between meetings today, but it wasn’t the same. Now, he’d barely been at home ten minutes before he was getting ready to leave again, accompanying his parents to yet another charity gala tonight; while you had plans of your own, arranging a birthday celebration for one of your friends — but you both knew very well where you’d rather be.
You could hear the shower going in your ensuite bathroom as you got dressed. For a moment, you contemplated joining Lin in there, wanting to steal a moment together before you went separate ways again… You smirked at the mirror, entertaining the idea. It wouldn’t be the first time. But alas, time wasn’t on your side; if the both of you didn’t leave soon, he’d soon suffer the wrath of his parents and you of your friends, who’d all already made it clear they were waiting.
So before either you or Lin could distract each other, you resolved to get ready and get out. You’d chosen the night out to debut a new outfit: you slipped into a black mini dress with a plunging lace-up back, and a pair of classic black Louboutins. You admired your fresh manicure; getting your nails done was a high-maintenance luxury you rarely indulged in, but you felt like a million bucks with your short stiletto tips that were just sharp enough, in a shimmering shade of black. Briefly, you let your mind wander back to him, thinking about what other kinds of mischief you could get up to…
No, you could not. Not now, anyway.
Standing in front of the mirror at your shared vanity, you spritzed on your perfume, mixing it with a light spray of his, forming an irresistibly heady combination of your lavender and mandarin scent with his woody vetiver cologne. That would have to do for now. 
You finished up your makeup with your dark red lipstick - you only ever wore it on date nights with Lin, but it worked with your outfit, so long as he didn’t see… Even better if he did.
Well, you should’ve known.
As you struggled with the laces at the back of your dress, Lin strolled out of the en-suite, emerging into the bedroom with a cloud of steam and the intoxicating scent of his aftershave. 
You paused. 
Your hands fell to your sides as you watched him through the mirror. He’d just shaved and showered; his hair was still wet, cheeks a little flushed from the heat, a towel in his hands, his boxers low on his hips. 
It just got a little hotter in here…
“Babe, do you know where my —” Lin began, distractedly attempting to towel-dry his hair, until he looked up, and his stunning dark brown eyes met yours in the mirror. He stopped in his tracks and eyed you appreciatively; his jaw would’ve dropped to the ground if this wasn’t real life. “Oh, wow. You look… stunning,” he gasped, unable to take his eyes off you. And although you’d been together long enough, his compliments and the way he looked at you still made you blush like a teen with a crush.
“Thank you,” you giggled, returning the favour and checking him out in the mirror again. You made no effort to hide the fact, watching as he threw his towel onto the bed and pulled on a freshly-ironed white shirt, leaving the buttons undone for now. Of course he knew you were staring, and of course he loved the attention - but you couldn’t help yourself. He was gorgeous; his body was a perfect balance of firm and soft, leaving you somewhere between wanting to screw him senseless and spend your nights snuggling. Though you knew all too well by now, he could totally do both…
You felt his gaze still fixed on you, but you didn’t mind one bit - for, you were momentarily distracted by a little bead of water that dripped from his still-wet hair, trailing its way down his chest and further still, until it disappeared behind the waistband of his boxers. You weren’t sure how it was physically possible to envy a water droplet, but hell, you wished you were clinging to him exactly like that.
Fuck, he was sexy. You were lucky… 
All this time, and you were both just as crazy for each other’s minds, bodies and souls as you were in those early days. You smirked at him, still holding eye contact in the mirror.
“You don’t look so bad yourself,” you teased, “I almost don’t want to go.”
“Then, don’t,” Lin said simply. That glint of mischief in his beautiful brown eyes was all it really took; you were done for now, your insides reduced to a liquefied mess over his one little sexy smile. He saw that look and crossed the room to close the distance between you, stopping just behind you so that you felt the heat radiating off him in waves, his eyes dark with desire. 
Perhaps you could stay a little longer…
“Funny.” You looked at him through the mirror, gesturing to the open back of your dress. “Tie me up?”
He quirked a brow at you, catching on to your completely intentional double-entendre. “Gladly,” he murmured, his voice low in your ear. His hands slipped around you and he took hold of your wrists, bringing them behind your back, locked in his firm grip, “Rope or handcuffs, hm?”
You felt your breath hitch at his sultry tone, his breath gently tickling your skin, his lips brushing your neck as he spoke. You weren’t opposed to either option, really…
But as much as you wanted to relent, you both had places to be tonight, and you rolled your eyes at your own lack of self-control. 
“My dress, Lin. Please?” you attempted to reason. But he knew what you mutually wanted and he paid your request no heed, instead leaving a tender trail of kisses down your neck and along your exposed shoulder. His fingertips briefly brushed the back of your neck, setting off sparks under your skin as he swept your hair to one side, grasping the loose laces of your dress, his touch leaving you burning in its wake.
“Y’know, I would rather untie this…” he mused, and you bit your lip as you felt your dress loosen up, his fingers working deftly between the laces at your back to undo them instead. Go figure, he would know his way around complicated costume fastenings…
“As much as I’d love that, baby, we both have to leave soon,” you sighed, although his propositions were sounding more appealing by the second.
“We could be fashionably late,” Lin suggested casually, wrapping his arms around you from behind, making you involuntarily lean back into him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby… I don’t want to share.” The crisp, clean scent of his shower gel and aftershave and just him flooded your senses and he dipped his head down, feathering quick, hot open-mouthed kisses from the nape of your neck down your back - or what of it was exposed above your dress - and back up again, his perfectly groomed goatee deliciously rough against your skin. “I have an hour to get to the gala,” he murmured, completely unravelling the laces at the back of your dress so that your sleeves slipped off of your shoulders. “Tell your friends you got stuck in traffic and we could make up for lost time…”
You didn’t have the heart to argue there was no traffic on the subway. And really, he knew exactly what he was doing - you were convinced and, honestly, already distractingly wet for him. It had been a long week.
The rest of the world could wait - in here, this was your world.
When Lin’s gaze met yours in the mirror again, your heart practically skipped a beat. It was like he could read your thoughts. He slipped his shirt off and tossed it carelessly onto the armchair in the corner of the room, taking you back into his embrace, and the warmth of his chest against your back and his arms wrapped around you set you aflame in the best of ways. His left hand came to rest at your hip, his right finding its way to cup your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers over the thin silk of your dress; you immediately leant into his touch, dropping your head back onto his shoulder, happy enough to melt into him. He held you flush against him so you could feel his heart pounding against your back and his hard-on pressing against your ass. Your heart raced in time with his. Hell, you weren’t going anywhere soon…
“Lin…” Still not entirely sure whether to give up or give in, you placed your own hand over his, gently scraping your nails over the back of his palm and up his forearm, feeling him shiver ever so slightly, “We have to —”
“I know, but… Please, princesa?” he whispered in your ear, sending your heart into a frenzy again. Your eyes fluttered closed at the sound of his voice, his lips at your neck again…
“I— I missed you.” You sighed when his left hand found the hem of your dress and delicately pulled it up, his fingertips gently caressing your thigh before he slowly hooked his thumb into your panties. “Oh, fuck, yes…"
“Hmm…” Lin hummed softly, toying with the black lace you wore. You let out a small gasp when you felt the slight pressure of his fingers through the thin fabric, involuntarily grinding against him in a desperate attempt to find some friction already. He had a tendency to tease you until you begged for him, and you’d be damn near about to drop to your knees if he carried on like this. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were seeing someone else tonight…” he remarked as he slipped the black lace off you, that devilish smirk on his lips.
You shook your head, willing him to go on. “Only you, baby. Please, just — I can’t do another four hours without you,” you practically pled, trying to guide his hand with your own, aching for his touch.
“Thought as much. Good thing we’re only half dressed, huh?” he said with a low laugh as he teased you with those sinful fingers, swiping one along your folds, already slick with arousal. Your eyes fluttered shut when he nipped at your neck, and suddenly nothing else mattered except Lin and his delicate, deliberate touches… “Look in the mirror, mi amor. Mírame…” he whispered.
Oh, he absolutely knew what he was doing. 
He knew very well that his little endearments and quips in Spanish drove you wild, and he used it to his advantage every damn time. His soft voice in your ear sent a shiver down your spine - one he certainly felt too. You felt his heart pounding, his breaths hot and ragged, just as turned on as you were, as he easily pushed two fingers into your dripping heat.
Knowing you’d do anything he asked, you forced yourself to open your eyes, only to be greeted by the lascivious image of your reflections in the mirror, Lin’s strong arms wrapped around your frame, his fingers already taking you to places you’d barely even dreamt of before him. You whimpered softly at the sensory overload, the sensation of his expert finger-fucking, the sight of him slowly taking you apart, his scent surrounding you, his low whispers in your ear… It was almost too much to bear and your eyes slowly closed again as you let yourself fall into him.
A sexy little sigh escaped his lips when you reached up behind you, trailing your fingertips along the back of his neck, pulling him down to your level. Following your lead, he tilted his face down and you leaned towards him, gripping his hair as you finally got a taste of his gorgeously kissable lips, the faint scent of mint and something sweet taking you over. Your lipstick would be ruined, but it was worth it… As his tongue delved between your eagerly parted lips, his thumb circled your clit and you moaned helplessly into his mouth as you came over his fingers.
“Look at me, baby,” Lin whispered against your lips, drawing back from your kiss, withdrawing his fingers. You slowly opened your eyes again, but the fireworks under your skin refused to subside as you met his gaze. 
Satisfied, he slowly turned you around to face him and you looked up into his deep brown eyes, dark with desire as he placed one finger under your chin, still glistening with your nectar, tilting your face up to his own. You knew his teasing wouldn’t go on much longer.
“Missed you more,” he said softly, before he leant in to meet you in another heart-stopping kiss.
“Doubt it,” you whispered against his lips, placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heart race beneath your palm, “You’re perfect, you know?”
Lin simply shook his head, his eyes silently countering a no, you are until he captured your lips again, his right hand cupping your face, tenderly caressing your cheek while his left slipped beneath your dress again. 
But you wouldn’t let him win this game easily: just like you’d been fantasising earlier, you scraped your reasonably sharp nails down his smooth, tanned chest. He shivered at the sensation and briefly pulled back, wincing in a twisted combination of pain and pleasure. You paused, but then he tilted back his head, baring his neck to you, and grabbed your hand in his own.
“Damn. Baby, what was that?” he asked, his voice barely above a low rasp. Just from hearing that, you knew you had him already.
“Got my nails done. You like that?” You giggled, slowly dragging your nails up his arm again. His dark gaze followed your fingers for a few seconds until he wrapped his hand around your wrist, stopping you at his shoulder.
He nodded. “Mhm…” he exhaled softly. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, and his reaction to you had you aching to have him closer already. He gripped your wrist tighter and you dug your nails harder into his skin as he guided your hand further down his body, stopping you just above the waistband of his boxers. “Fuck me, that feels good…” 
Lin bit his lip, eyes meeting yours again. Smirking, you tugged his boxers down and he made quick work of kicking them off, discarding them to the floor as you wrapped your fingers around his cock, already hard and ready for you. His eyes fluttered shut and he groaned as you slowly stroked his length, teasing him with gentle scrapes of your nails.
But when your ministrations became too much for him to bear, he grabbed your wrist again and tore your hand away, hooking your legs around his hips instead. You let out a small scream of surprise when he lifted you off your feet, and he laughed lightly in your ear as he carried you the few steps across the room to your bed. You slipped your arms around his neck, letting him.
“I hate weeks like this,” Lin whispered, laying you back on the bed and balancing himself above you, those gorgeous brown eyes dark with lust, “When we don’t get to…”
“I’d spend every waking moment with you if I could, but…” you said softly, “We have now.”
“And now’s all we need,” he finished, with that heart-melting smile that you’d fallen in love with. You nodded, pulling him in for a kiss and wrapping your legs around his waist again.
He knew, and he gripped your hip with one hand, squeezing your ass with the other as he buried himself deep within you, giving you a brief moment to adjust to him. But of course he knew you inside out, and when you were ready he began with slow thrusts, the kind that made you gasp and roll your hips against his in desperation.
“More, Lin…” you whimpered aloud, pleading him to keep going as your vision began to white out, the knot inside you tightening, threatening to snap any moment. “Please, papi, I need more…” 
“I got you, love…”
Pulling on his hair with one hand, with the other you dragged your nails down his back, digging them in to any part of his bare skin you could reach. Lin obliged your request, picking up his pace and repeatedly hitting your sweet spot until you couldn’t hold back any longer, letting yourself go. You screamed his name with reckless abandon as he moaned against your neck, biting and sucking at your skin while your hands roamed his body, your legs locked around his hips.
“Yes, baby…” he gasped, “Keep doing that - that - fuck, yes—”
You duly obliged, clenching your walls around him and clawing your sharp stiletto-tipped nails down his smooth back as he continued slamming into you, his hands firmly gripping your hips. You were practically seeing stars and you rode the wave with him. Before long, your name escaped his lips in a desperate groan, followed by a string of endearments and expletives as he filled you with his own release, yours following barely a beat later. 
Both still panting for air, Lin rolled onto his back almost immediately, taking you with him, holding you firmly against his chest. He pulled you up to him, crashing his lips against yours in a fervent kiss, threading his fingers delicately through your hair. You felt his tongue prod at your bottom lip and you parted your lips to let him deepen the kiss, passionate as ever.
As you revelled in the feverish caress of his lips against yours, you scraped your nails down his chest again, eliciting a shiver from your dear lover as he trailed his gentle fingertips down to the small of your back, both still hypersensitive to each other’s complementing touches, hearts racing a mile a minute. 
You’d both happily have stayed there all night, but his phone and yours simultaneously buzzed on the nightstand, breaking the comfortable silence you shared. Seeing it as a wake-up call, you reluctantly dragged yourself away from him to clean yourself up. 
Lin stayed in bed, admiring you as you returned from the bathroom and zipped around the room, retrieving your dress, underwear and shoes. You hastily pulled your clothes back on, brushing the tangles out of your hair and quickly retouching your makeup, but really, any attempts to prevent yourself from getting distracted again were futile around him.
“Fuck me,” Lin murmured, taking in a deep breath, “I love you so much, princesa.”
You whirled around and playfully blew him a kiss. A blissful sigh escaped his lips, smudged red with your lipstick, and he feigned swooning at your flying kiss with his hands on his chest as he fell back into a pile of pillows and the crumpled duvet. You giggled. Lin dragged one hand through his hair, already messy enough from you tugging on it barely ten minutes before, resting one flexed arm behind his head. You bit your lip, admiring him right in return. You wished you could jump straight back into bed with him, and he wasn’t making it any easier for you to resist.
“And I love you, Lin,” you said, crossing the room towards him again. You barely noticed the way his deep brown eyes lit up with love as you leant in, cupping his cheek for a quick, chaste peck to his lips before you drew back.
“Don’t you have a gala to get ready for?” you quipped, perching on the edge of the bed with your back to him, gesturing to the laces on your dress again.
“Yup,” he replied nonchalantly, tugging on the lace a little too tight and you playfully swatted his hands away. “But,” he dropped his voice to that low whisper again, arms around your waist, lips at the nape of your neck again, “You look so goddamn sexy, I might just stay here and imagine you’re still wrapped around me and…”
“Fucking insatiable!” You giggled, turning to face him again once he’d successfully laced up your dress. “That means I don’t get to see you in that tux. Damn,” you pouted, making him laugh.
“I’ll send you a picture.”
“You better…”
It took all your willpower - and six missed calls from your friends - for you to finally kiss him goodbye and leave, only an hour late.
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Just as you hopped onto the A train, your phone buzzed with a text from Lin — ‘Have fun tonight, love. Leaving in 5. Call me later, I’ll come pick you up ❤️ - L’
You smiled; he was truly the sweetest. As promised, a few minutes later he sent an adorable selfie, all smart and suave in his tux with his hair styled back and a playful smirk on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight. He hadn’t quite been able to get rid of all your lipstick, though… You smirked at your screen when you noticed that.
You hit a like on the photo and sent a reply — ‘Looking like that, you’ll raise a million bucks, papi ;) see you later, love youuu xo’
But then a second message followed in quick succession, and it was far from sweet - in fact, it was downright sinful. He’d sent another photo, likely taken earlier; he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, showing off your raw scratches down his back — ‘Btw, this is what your damn nails did to me. Hope you’re happy… cause I want more 😏’
Your eyes immediately widened and you felt the heat rise to your cheeks as you saved the picture, biting your lip as your mind flashed back through what the two of you had gotten up to barely an hour ago.  You quickly typed out your reply — ‘OH, FUCK YES. 🤤🥵’
You hadn’t even gotten as far as 96th Street, but you already couldn’t wait to go home with Lin tonight.
(inspired by this picture... TW bc he was actually like, injured - but excuse my wild thoughts k thanks)
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husbandhannie · 2 years ago
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cold streets and fireworks
pairing: jeonghan x reader
word count: 620
genre: fluff
warnings: reader does not like big celebrations, jeonghan and reader have a mini argument, it's cold
a/n: i had to hold back from adding even more cheese to this. not proofread, as always.
taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @leejungchans @junhui-recs.
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“no, you’re not wearing it properly”
jeonghan almost rolls his eyes at your chiding, holding back the retort he knows you don’t deserve. 
honestly, he’s not even slightly annoyed at you wanting to leave the new year’s party a few minutes before midnight. he’s always known you dislike large gatherings, and even though you tried to hide it, he could tell by the lines on your face that the bright lights and loud music was starting to get to you almost an hour before the two of you left. 
no, he’s annoyed by the cold, and how the night chill hits his skin, how the exposed parts of him feel almost numb. the two of you have been arguing for about a minute about how he’s not wearing his scarf right – and he’s been insisting that it’s perfectly fine. it’s not, and he can feel the wind getting to his neck.
he’s not annoyed at you, not really. he’s annoyed at the cold, annoyed at how long it’s taking for the two of you to reach your shared home, annoyed at having to wait until he can snuggle under a warm blanket with you, and most of all – annoyed at himself for taking so long to notice that you really weren’t having a good time at his company party. none of this is your fault, ofcourse, and he knows you’ll blame yourself if he argues with you more, so he tries to keep his annoyance to himself.
“i think it’s fine”, he replies evenly, “we’ll be home soon anyway”.
instead of replying, you stop beside him and pull him by his hand, moving to step in front of him. quick hands undo the scarf around his neck before tying it properly, securing the fabric around his skin. and for a moment, he forgets the cold, forgets the retort on the tip of his tongue, forgets that it’s three minutes to the new year and that fireworks will start around you any minute, forgets to feel guilty for leaving you alone for too long at his stupid company party. 
“there”, you whisper, looking up to meet his eyes, “all done”.
jeonghan swallows, unable to look away from the way the night sky reflects in your eyes, unable to find the words to apologize for being a dick.
“i’m sorry we had to leave early”, you give him a half smile, and jeonghan’s mind scrambles to do something, “you could’ve stayed, i wouldn’t have – “
“no”, the word comes out stronger than he intended, and you drop your hands from his scarf in response. jeonghan picks them up in his, pulling you closer and stuffing them in his jacket, continuing in a much softer voice, “i really didn’t mind. i just wish i would’ve noticed earlier that you wanted to leave”.
“oh, jeonghan, that’s not – “
“i’m sorry for being a dick”, he rushes on, ignoring your interruption, “i just want to be home with you. i’m sorry for taking it out on you”.
“pfft”, you snort, and jeonghan’s lips stretch to a real smile, one that matches yours, “i could’ve been less high-and-mighty too. it’s fine, i just don’t want you to get sick”.
“i know”, he steps closer, leaning in to press a kiss on your lips, “i love you”.
fireworks shoot up into the sky right before his lips touch yours, before you get the chance to say it back. but that’s okay, he knows. 
celebrating the beginning of the new year in a cold street isn’t really what jeonghan wants – he’d rather do it at home, warm and wrapped up in you. but it’s okay as long as he’s with you – his pocket of warmth, his home.
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erodasfishtacos · 4 years ago
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Acting Up (mini blurb)
thanks sm to Sarah who generously donated to my ko fi. she requested a blurb about mlbrry going to get ice cream as a family so here you go! with a little harry in DAD mode.
It was a hot night and the kids were a bit stir-crazy, so was eight-month pregnant YN in the house while Harry had been traveling to play.
“Mama, what’d y’want?” Harry murmurs, hand rubbing her bump as they wait with one hand as he has Ezra propped on his hip on the other side.
“Everything sounds so good,” She groans as she looks over the menu, pregnancy hunger was a real thing.
Her bump was bigger than any of her other pregnancy and she was quite miserable - though trying to make the best out of it.
“I’ll buy y’the whole menu,” Her husband replies as he reviews the menu board in front of them as well.
“Then I’ll be as big as house,” YN quips, hands running through Cash’s curly locks as he hugs her leg
“Just more f’me to love on,” He hums happily, moving to grope her bum a bit until she smacks his off with an eye roll.
He sees out of the corner of his eye his oldest taunting his middle child with goofy faces.
“Easton, enough,” Harry scolds as he sees Cash’s eyebrows furrow as he gets frustrated with his older brother.
Six and four - what an age.
The oldest stops at the firm tone of his father, huffing and giving his brother a dirty look before moving to stand next to his dad.
When they arrive at the order window, a teenage boy steps over to greet them, his mouth drops open as he sees who it is.
“Y-you’re Harry S-Styles,” The kid stutters, his face flushing red and his eyes wide as he stares at the celebrity.
Harry smiles kindly with a chuckle, “I am. Are you fan? Pleasure to meet you.”
“Daddy, why does he know your name?” Cash asked in confusion as he peeks around his father’s leg.
“‘cause he plays babeball, stupid,” Easton replies with an attitude towards his brother.
“Mama!” Cash shrieks offendly.
YN sighs, cupping Harry’s hand on her belly for moment, “Order me a banana split with peanut butter and extra strawberry. I’m going to go talk to East.”
YN pulls Easton to an empty table with enough room for the five of them and also to accommodate her belly.
“Why are you picking on your brother?” YN uses her mom mode voice as she watches her son pout out his lip.
“He stole my dolphin stuffie earlier!”
Of course.
“Is that the proper way to treat him though?” YN questions directly, tilting his chin up so she can make eye contact.
“No mama,” Easton mumbles, struggling to keep his mother’s gaze.
“Will you say sorry to him when he comes over?” YN encourages.
He agrees, lisps out an apology before Harry hands him a bowl of chocolate ice cream with rainbow sprinkles.
After a few minutes, YN winces and stands from the table, a hand going to rest of her back.
“What’s wrong, mama?” Harry asks with concern laced in his tone. He was currently feeding Ezra little bits of strawberry that was dripping down his chin.
“Just my back is achey, I’m just going to stand and eat,” She grumbles, shifting her weight side-to-side as she takes small bites of her banana split.
“Stop it!” Easton whines when Cash sticks his finger into his older brothers bowl and submerges it in his ice cream.
“Cash,” Harry states, reaching for his middle son’s arm “Get y’hand out of your brother’s food, right now.”
Cash listens but snickers when he realizes he’s managed to annoy Easton.
When Harry looks back to his wife, he then hears Cash shouting, “No!”
The parents look back to see Easton with chocolate ice cream as his nice white shirt and Cash with a sticky hand of melted dessert.
“Cash!” YN scolds on frustration, they were really usually good with each other but today was not their day.
She sits down her food to rustled through the diaper bag for wipes. She cleans off Cash’s hands with a pointed stare as Harry reaches over to clean up Easton.
“You’re done,” Harry tells Cash firmly, picking up his son’s bowl that he hadn’t finished and dumping it in the garbage. “Y’don’t get ice cream if y’just goin’ to throw it.”
That sends the middle one into a meltdown and it makes it even worse when Easton taunts, “No more for you!”
It has Cash standing up and darting around the table but Easton sees him and gets up to bolt away from his grasps.
“Stop running right now,” Harry raises his voice, groaning when Ezra starts to whimper at the chaos and holds on to Harry tighter.
“Boys! Listen to your fa-“
Easton darts around his mother but Cash isn’t as agile yet and knocks right into the front of her calves causing her banana split to drop out of her hands and for her to stumble.
“Baby!” Harry panics, instantly moving forward to grab her arm and pulls her towards him so she tumbles into his chest instead of backwards.
“Oh my god,” YN whimpers, her breathing becoming quicker as her heart rate spikes from the scare, hands coming to her bump.
The boys are frozen still were they’re at. Eyes wide and tears welling at the fear their mother got hurt by them
“Mama, y’alright? Sweetheart, I know Y’got scared. Breathe for me,” Harry soothes more worried about his wife than scolding his kids.
“If I would have fallen,” YN is tearing up, anxiety spiking through her chest at the thought of the baby getting hurt.
Harry is breathing heavier than he’d like to admit too.
“Don’t cry, s’okay. The baby is perfect, y’keeing them so nice and safe, bein’ a perfect mama,” He assures her, kissing her temple and brushing away a tear.
Ezra is distressed too, of course the sensitive little boy is, chanting, “mommy, mommy, mommy.”
She clears her throat, smiling softly at her youngest boy, “M’okay, Ezzie. It’s all okay.”
“Mama, hold me,” Ezra begs, reaching out his arms to be switched to his mother but Harry holds him tight and shakes his head ‘no.’
“Not right now baby. Mommy doesn’t feel very good,” YN tells him, chest still pounding, back still aching.
And when their youngest starts sobbing, screaming that he wants his mother, well...YN starts feel overwhelmed by her two olders ones who are whimpering because they know they’re in trouble and Ezra tantruming.
“Sweetheart,” Harry can tell by the tears bubbling up along her waterline what’s going on, “Baby, y’okay. What do y’need?”
YN sucks in a deep breath, gathering her thoughts for a moment, “I just need a minute alone. You can have Easton and Ezra finish their ice cream. Then come after you’re done.”
“I can do that,” Harry replies sadly, he couldn’t stand seeing his wife upset or scared - it was one of the worst feelings for him.
When YN grabs the car keys and leaves towards the car, Ezra settles as soon as he’s being fed ice cream again. The boys hesitantly go back to their seats across from their dad.
Harry knows they’re young. They don’t understand what it would mean if they knocked their heavily pregnant mother over but it doesn’t mean aggravation isn’t running through him at the two. 
“Daddy...” Easton sniffles cautiously, kicking his feet under the table as his chest shutters.
“Yes?” Harry answers calmly, looking up from Ezra to meet his son’s gaze - the same green eyes staring back at him.
“Do you and mommy hate us?” His oldest asks as he wipes his cheeks with the back of his hand.
“No, mama and I love you two with all our hearts. But daddy is very upset with you two right now, do you understand why?” 
They both nod in agreement that they do.
“Why are we upset?” Harry prompts as he takes a wet wipe to rubs over Ezra’s strawberry stained face.
“Cause we made mommy almost fall,” Cash lisps shamefully.
Harry nods, “And we tell you very often that we have to be careful with mama because she’s got a baby in her belly and we have t’keep the baby safe.”
“Are we in trouble?” Easton voice is still quiver with his guilt.
“I’ll have t’talk to y’mom but if it happens again, y’both are goin’ to be in a lot of trouble and y’gonna get a consequence. Do you understand that too?” 
They nod in unison. Easton hadn’t touched his ice cream again, gets up to throw it away as he loiters - looking towards the car where his mother is sitting away from them.
Cash gets up to but slowly walks around the table to his father. 
“M’sorry daddy,” He squeaks tearfully, moving forward and digging his face into Harry’s bicep.
“Cash,” Harry soothes, grasps his son lightly under the chin, “I love you very much, okay? We just can’t do things like that. Y’need to listen to daddy and mama.”
He nods in understanding before crawling up into his father’s lap, right next to Ezra - who gives him an affronted glare when he realizes he has to share space with him.
When they’re done and Harry has let enough time past, he walks the little group of boys toward their SUV.
He opens the passenger side door where YN is reclined a bit, hand on her stomach and the air-conditioner blasting cold air on her face.
“The boys have somethin’ t’say,” Harry smiles softly, leaning over to give his wife a quick kiss.
“M’sorry mama,” Cash whispers.
“Me too, mommy,” Easton adds on.
“I forgive you both. You just have to be careful with me. You’re sibling is in here and we have to keep them nice and healthy, right? I love you two more than anything.”
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mingis-lightbulb · 3 years ago
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Birthday Surprise
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Summary: Hongjoong comes home upset, triggering a mini fight between the two of you. Even though you know he didn’t mean it, you still went to your best friends to get some comfort not knowing the offer that it would have on your boyfriend.
Warnings: Jealous Joongie-Bear, teasing, make up sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, petnames (princess, kitten), degradation, daddy kink, breath play, oral sex (m recieving), use of a collar.
Taglist: @kimroieho @mingissoggywaffles @damissub @yungisstar1117 @beomnoi @wooyoungsbae @blessednhighlyfavoured @do-you-actually-care @winterciella
@soft-teddybear @sanraes
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You could tell he was in a mood by the way he entered your shared apartment, you only thought it was just stress from the day. But you weren’t going to let that dampen your mood. You had today planned front to back, you wanted him to relax for his birthday.
“Joong! Welcome home-” “Not now..” He muttered and you huffed lightly. Marching right up to him as he placed his bag down. “Whatever funk you had at the studio leave it there! Today is-” “I said not now (y/n)!” He yelled, running a hand through his black hair, frustration evident on his face. You crossed your arms and puffed your cheeks, knowing you were being stubborn.”You know Joong, every time you’re upset you don’t need to act like a dick when you come home.” You say trying to not let it sour your mood. Hongjoong groans in annoyance. “Maybe you shouldn’t annoy me as soon as I walk in and maybe I won't! “ He snapped back and you sigh.
“You can’t get annoyed at me wanting to make you feel better.’ “(Y/n). we’ve talked about this before, I need space so I don’t blow up and say something I don’t mean.” You rolled your eyes and threw your hands up. “Fine. I’ll give you space. Because I refuse to let you ruin your special day!” Grabbing your bad and phone, you stick your tongue out at him which makes him roll his eyes. “Until you calm down, I’m not coming back.” You say sternly not bothering to hear his rebuttal before you walk out, slamming the door behind you.
Walking to your car you quickly dialing up a number, waiting a bit for that familiar bouncy voice. “Hi (y/n)~!” Wooyoung chimed, making you giggle as you hopped in the drivers seat. “Looks like I might need plan 2 woo..” Wooyoung gasped slightly. “Aww, lover boy came home grumpy.” He teased and you rolled your eyes. “yes . I’m coming over are you still in?” “Of course! It means i get to see you twice in one day! Might as well be my birthday instead of his!” You chuckled at your bestfriends antics. Earlier today you two discussed a plan if Joong was angry, and this might end badly for you but it will be worth it...mayb.
“Is the door open?”
“Yes. Imma leave the door open~”
“...I’ll be there in a few.”
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Hongjoong was starting to get worried. You had been good for at least 2 hours now and usually when you two would argue you would leave for 30-45 minutes then come back, talk it out and cuddle. He pulled out his phone to see that you still haven’t responded to any of his messages. He decided to message Wooyoung to see if you were with him.
6:42pm: hey woo, got sec?
6:42pm Wooyoung: Hey Joong, watcha need?
6:43pm: is (y/n) with you? She’s not responding to me.
Wooyoung smirked as he looked down at his phone and then down at you, who was sound asleep on his lap. His mischievous smirk grew bigger, he snapped a picture of you looking comfortable on him and sent it to Hongjoong.
6:45 Wooyoung: Media Sent
6:45 Wooyoung: Mmm… She’s real comfortable celebrating with me~
Hongjoong stared down at his phone, jealousy quickly bubbling up and over. He quickly put his phone down, pacing in his little spot. He had to do something, and he knew what the hell he was going to do. He felt a smirk tug at his lips, as he went back into your shared bedroom.
Wooyoung laughed as he nudges you awake. “Hey, you might wanna head back home, before he comes here and fucks both our shit up.” You let out a small yawn as you sat up from your spot. “Mhm… I was thinking that.” You give Wooyoung a hug before getting up to leave. “Let me know how it goes~ Go get that birthday dick!” “Woo!” You half yelled in embarrassment as you left. Hearing his cackles of laughter from outside. Sighing to yourself, checking your messages, you feel a shiver run down your spine.
6:50 Joongie-Bear: So you wanna play like that huh? Running off to woo, on my birthday of all days
6:50 Joongie-Bear: that ass is mine when you get back. Better hope i’m asleep.
His threatening words only turned you on more as you raced back home, his message replaying in your head. When you pulled up, the lights were off, so you let out a mini sigh of relief as you got out of the car. Walking in, the tv was off and the kitchen lights were off, so you assumed that he had went bed. You didn’t hear anything either so you went to sit down on the couch when you heard a voice that nearly scared you to the floor.
“You have 1 minute, to strip and get on that bed, like the obedient slut you usually are.” You had to strain your eyes but Hongjoong was sitting at the kitchen table, nothing illuminating his face but his phone screen. He had an unreadable expression, but it still was enough to send you damn near sprinting to your shared room. You pulled your clothes off quicker than you’ve ever before, scattering them across the room before reaching under your pillow.
Originally you were just going to walk out with a collar and leash and see what he would do, but that changed. You quickly secured it around your neck before his footsteps entered the bedroom. “I see you can still somewhat listen to me.” Hongjoong said as he entered the room with nothing but his boxers on. His eyes fell to the leash in your hands, a dry chuckle leaving his lips. “My dumb little slutty kitten, you spend time with another man but still come home to get fucked by me” You only nodded as he took the leash into his hand. He gave it a harsh tug, forcing you on your knees. You looked up to meet his eyes seeing them dark and clouded with lust . “You know what to do, kitten.” Your hands flew to pull down his boxers, revealing his hard cock, watching as it rested against his lower stomach.
Adjusting yourself on your knees, you took him into your mouth, allowing your tongue to explore every inch of his cock. Hongjoong let out a deep groan as he watched his cock disappear into your mouth. “Only one person can have this pretty little mouth like this.” He says softly, suddenly pushing you back until your head was resting against the edge of the bed. You were about to whine but was cut off by him shoving his dick back into your mouth with a soft moan. “I’m the only one who can fuck this cute little face.” He chuckled at your surprised expression before he began thrusting into your mouth. “Look at my cute little slut, taking my dick...shit.it feels so good~” You let out muffled moans as you allow a hand to sink down to play with your clit.
Hongjoong was not letting up at all, he was practically abusing your throat with how rouch his thrusts were, it was damn near hitting the back of your throat. All you could do was moan, making Hongjoong chuckle. “Mhm..should I send a picture to your best friend, let him see how your taking my cock down your throat like it was nothing?” He teased, knowing you couldn’t respond. “Knowing him he might like it too much..fuck..” He groaned out. You could feel him twitch in your mouth, meaning he was close. And you hit the nail on the head when his hips suddenly stopped and you felt hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. Hongjoong slowly pulled out of your mouth, groaning at the feeling. He reached down to grip your chin harshly forcing you to look up at him.
“Open.” He ordered and you opened your mouth, only for him to spit right in your mouth. “Swallow it. All of it.” You did as he ordered and he let out a soft growl. “What am I going to do with you kitten?..” He cooed out, helping you up onto the bed, laying you back on your back. “Well..you could forgive me for earlier..” You say softly, voice a bit hoarse. Hongjoong chuckles at your comment. “Oh but princess I already did..” He said, you smile back at him but let out a small gasp as you feel him poking at your entrance. “But I didn’t say that I forgave you for running into Wooyoung's arms again.” He snapped his hips, entering you all in one go making you let out a deep moan that bounced off the walls of the room.
“I’m going to fuck this little pussy until you can’t walk. Make sure you can go anywhere else.” He groans, his thrusts brutal from the beginning. You could barely respond to him, your moans coming out as broken whines, and calls of his name. “God I love you so goddamn much..” Hongjoong moans out as he leans down to place a kiss on your lips. Your arms wrap his neck, pulling him down closer to you, deepening the kiss. “Mhm..I love you too..Happy Birthday..” You moan against his lips and he smirks. “Thank you kitten..” He says, moving his head down to your neck, placing kisses on your neck.
“I’m sorry for earlier.” He says into your neck, “I was so..fuck..stressed..I didn’t mean to take it out on you..” You nodded your head, “I-its fine Joongie..i wasn’t mad..dammit..fuck me..” You moaned out. “Please..Just fuck me Joongie..” Hongjoong chuckles as his thrusts slow, but become harder, hitting that certain spot that had your screaming out his name. His cock kept abusing that spot over and over, “f-fuck Joong! I’m about to-” “I know princess, go ahead, cum around my cock like a good little girl you are- fuck!” Hongjoong’s thrusts had a sudden burst of speed until his hips stilled, painting your walls white. You arched your back as your own orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. The two of you were left panting, Hongjoong wrapped his arms around you, sighing softly.
“God don’t scare me like that..I thought you were gonna stay out for tonight..” You giggle as you pull Hongjoong up to place a kiss on his cheek. “Of course not, it’s your special day~ I have dinner that I want to cook as well, but I might need help getting to the kitchen.” The two of you laughed lightly, sharing small kisses in between your laughs. “Fine..But lets do it later, I just want to cuddle right now, and I’ll tell you about my day.” He says and you nod. Hongjoong pulls out of you and moves up to hold you beside him. You snuggle into him and bask in his presence, “I love you Joongie-Bear~” You say, booping his nose. He scrunches up his nose and boops yours back. “I love you too, Kitten.” he responds, pulling the covers up over your bodies, entangling your limbs together.
“If that’s all it takes for you to cum down my throat like that then hell I’ll do it again.”
“I held back. And I don’t like being upset with you so It won’t happen..unless you ask.”
“Well, how about for dessert~”
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Peanut Butter and Extra Jelly [T.H]
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Summary: Tom’s long time crush on you becomes painful when you and Harrison are cast as love interests in a movie. 
Paring: Tom Holland x Actress!Reader 
Word Count: 5.8k
Warning: Suggestive themes, fake smut (very light), jealousy, probably some typos, swearing 
a/n: i have no idea how filming a movie, or auditioning for one actually goes so don’t crucify me for this. i’m pretty happy with how this turned out, especially considering that this is the most i’ve ever written for a fic. also, Burt Kreisher is one of my fav comedians in real life, he has 3 shows on neflix and a mini series.  
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     Tom was not a jealous person. At least, that's what he always told himself. He prided himself in thinking he was a very level headed individual who didn’t let his emotions get the best of him. That worked best for his job anyways; always being able to control his emotions and not get in his own head. That simple, pacifistic mindset seemed to change when it came to you. 
      You were one of the many actors Tom got the pleasure to help hone their technique and work closely with. You were new to the lifestyle of Hollywood and the only roles you had before were in small indie films that never garnered too much attention. The first major role that you landed, which also happened to help kickstart your career, was in the MCU. You played the secondary villain in the third Spider-man movie. 
     Meeting the cast was a dream come true; they were all extremely helpful and they provided tons of tips and tricks in navigating the hectic schedule required for such a huge production. By the time filming wrapped up, you were considered part of their little Spider-man family. 
     Tom was easily the most helpful. Whenever he saw you struggling with anything, he offered to help. You two spent hours upon hours together in his trailer, ordering take out and practicing lines. Some nights you two planned to work through your script, but inevitably ended up falling asleep binge watching The Office, and laughing about crazy shit that happened on set that day. 
     When the movie wrapped up and you went home for a month before the press tour, you were completely unsure and nervous about what direction your career was going in. You auditioned for a few new movies, but had yet to hear from any of the directors about casting decisions. You kept in touch Tom during the month you were apart and expressed your concerns. 
     “I don’t know, Tom. I’m just so sick of waiting around and hoping that some director out there throws me a bone, ya know’?” You said on facetime, while making cookies. 
     “Yeah, I totally understand that, (Y/N/N). I had that issue a couple years ago before the Marvel movies. Trust me, you did outstanding in that role and once it gets noticed I’m positive you’ll have directors calling you, begging for you to audition.” Tom smiled warmly into the camera as he walked around his apartment in London. 
      “Yeah, easy for you to say, movie-star.” You giggled, turning your face away from the camera in hopes that Tom wouldn’t notice the blush his compliments painted onto your cheeks 
     “I’m serious! You were outstanding! Like in that one scene where you—” 
      “Tom! Tessa chewed a hole in my trousers again!” A voice came from outside of the frame, “Mate, you gotta get her to stop doing that somehow.” 
     Tom sighed, and waved his hand dismissively at the figure, “Okay, sure. I’m busy right now.” Tom looked back to the camera, “anyways, as I was saying, don’t stress about not having a new project yet, (Y/N)—” 
     “(Y/N)?” The other voice whisper-yelled. “Let me say hi!”, suddenly the phone was yanked out of Tom's hands and the video shook around a bit as Tom wrestled to get it back. Finally, the camera stilled and Harrison was on the other end smiling. “Hi, (Y/N)!” 
     “Oh, hi Harrison!” You smiled back, laughing. You'd met Harrison a few times when he visited Tom on set. “How are you?” 
     The camera started moving around more as the background behind Harrsion whizzed past. You assumed Tom must’ve been chasing him to get the phone back. 
     “I’m good! I just auditioned for a new movie. You should audition too! The main female lead’s description looks just like you.” He exclaimed, running past the kitchen to his room. 
     “Oi! Give me my phone back you div!” You heard Tom yelling in the background, no doubt in hot pursuit of Harrison. 
     “I don’t know, I'm not sure I’m prepared for a lead role.” You sighed, “What’s the movie called? I’ll look into it.” 
     “It’s called ‘Collateral Damage’, it’s a spy movie.” Harrison said, shutting the door to his room, while Tom pounded on it from the other side. “Yeah, it’d be really fun working with you. Tom constantly talks about how much fun you are on set.” Harrison wheezed out, trying to catch his breath. 
      “Aw, that’s sweet of him.” You laughed. “Well I’ve got to go. Just tell Tom he can call me tomorrow or something.” You waved at the camera. “Bye!”
     “Yup, bye.” Harrison said right before the video cut out. 
      Harrison finally opened the door to a seething Tom. Tom grabbed the phone back from Harrison and noticed that the call had ended. 
     “Dude! Why would you do that?” Tom whined. 
     Harrison just patted Tom’s back, “Sorry, mate. She said she had to go, though. I was about to give the phone back.” 
     Tom huffed and sulked for a moment. “Whatever, I’ll just call her later, I guess.” 
     Harrison nodded and smirked at how whipped Tom was. “You should just ask her out if you’re so desperate for her attention.” Harrison teased. 
     “Shut up. I’m not desperate for her attention, I just like her voice and her personality, and the way she talks, and her funny sayings, and how her hair looks when she just woke up.” 
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     It was only a few days later when you received an email from the director of the movie Harrison told you about, asking for you to audition. You were ecstatic, Harrison must’ve already sent in some things about you since the director seemed adamant that you were of high interest for the role. 
     You called Tom immediately to share the good news. 
     He picked up after the third ring, “Hello, darling! How are you?” he beamed when he answered your call. He usually was the one to call you so he felt a sense of pride knowing that you were calling him for once. 
     “Tom! The director of the movie Harrison auditioned for just emailed me asking for me to audition!” You squealed excitedly. 
     “Really? That’s wonderful, love! Harrison just got the part of the lead too, so you’d be filming with him if you got it.” 
     “That’s so exciting, I’m flying to London for the audition in two days. Are you still there?” You pulled the phone away from your ear and switched it to speaker. “I’m booking the flight right now.” 
     “Yeah, I’ll be in London for another week and a half. Then we have the press tour starting in Japan.” Tom said, also switching to speaker phone to look at his calendar. “You can stay with Harrison and I while you’re here. Since we have to go to Japan together anyways.” Tom offered nervously. He really wanted you to stay in his flat with him. It’d be all cute and domestic, and maybe, just maybe, he’d spend enough time with you to not feel nervous about asking you on a date. If he was lucky, that is, but awaiting your reply he was a jittery ball of nerves. 
     “Yeah, that sounds wonderful. I won't be intruding though, right?” You said, smiling from ear to ear. Thank god you weren’t on facetime and Tom couldn’t see the stupid smile adoring your features. 
     “No, of course not. Harry will be so excited to see you. And Tessa too, she really misses you.” Tom shuffled around with his phone, shooting a quick text to Harrison letting him know you were coming to stay for a week. 
     “Ok, thanks so much, this is really thoughtful of you. I absolutely can’t wait to see you!” You gushed, finalizing your purchase of a one-way ticket to London. “K, the flight is at 2:30 pm here, it’s about 9 and a half hours, but you’re also ahead of me, so I’ll be in around..5?”
     “Yeah, that sounds right to me,” Tom chuckled, “I’ll come pick you up. I’ll wear my incognito disguise.” 
     “If you mean that stupid t-shirt you got that says ‘I’M NOT A CELEBRITY’, then maybe I’ll ask Harrison to come pick me up…”
     “That’s cold (Y/L/N).” 
     You giggled softly, “I’m sorry, Tommy. If it makes you feel better, that shirt isn’t as bad as that stupid blue beanie that you never wear correctly.”
     “How the fuck would that make me feel better? You’re killing me, (Y/N/N).” 
     You laughed at his over dramatic reaction, “Sorry that you’re a sensitive babe. I gotta go now, see you soon!” You hung up before Tom could respond with a sassy quip. Then immediately after you received a text:
Tommy: The second you get here I’m bout to 👊 
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     Tom called Harrison up after you got off the phone, he needed to make sure his best friend wouldn’t say or do anything to embarrass him in front of you. 
     “Tom, don’t you think this is a bit obsessive? I mean, she’s only staying with us for a week and you already know her so well from spending all that time filming with her.” Harrison sighed, sick of listening to Tom ramble about every possible embarrassing situation he could be put in, in the coming week. 
     “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. It's no big deal. But don’t mention that time I accidentally shit my pants at the club, or that time I got hit in the head with a golf ball ‘cus I got distracted by a flock of geese, or that time a got chased by a flock of geese, or—”
     “Geez, mate. At this point we might as well not even talk to her.” Harrison chuckled, thinking of all the stories he could bring up about Tom around the dinner table with you. Tom really was just a walking ball of embarrassing moments. 
     “Stoppp ittt,” Tom whined, “when we were on set it was usually just the cast and Harry around, but you? You could do some real fucking damage to my love life, Haz.” 
     “What love life?” Harrison barked out, laughing. 
     Tom then hung up and began praying to whatever god was out there that this week could go by without a hitch, and then you and him would be on your way, together, to Japan. 
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     The whole week spent in London actually went really well, especially the audition. Tom and Harrison both accompanied you for moral support, well Harrison actually had to be there to be your scene partner, but it was still nice knowing he supported you. 
     The director shook your hand and you went through the normal formalities before beginning your scene with Harrison. It was a quick scene with a monologue in it. The main premise of the movie was all about choosing love over work, especially in dangerous, life-threatening scenarios. The scene you used to audition with Harrison was the scene where the main character, Lincoln, and his lover interest, Mallory, were arguing, trying to push each other away to keep each other safe. The scene had a lot of raw emotion that you were able to tap into, and the directors gave your performance a standing ovation once the scene concluded. 
     They said that they’d get back to you within the next few days, but they also mentioned how the chemistry between you and Harrison was off the charts, leaving you hopeful. Tom and Harrison both gave you hugs and pats on the back. Tom had watched the whole scene unfold and he was in complete and utter awe of your talent. Part of him was annoyed that he didn’t audition for the movie and a chance as your love interest. But Harrison deserved this big break and so did you, so he was hopeful of the outcome being something that benefitted both of his best friends. 
    After the audition the rest of the week went by nearly perfectly. The real kicker was when Tom’s family invited you and Harrison to join them for dinner. Tom had not anticipated his mom asking you to come to family dinner, so he wasn’t able to stop the embarrassing anecdotes his mom told on his behalf. 
     “Tom had the cutest little tush,” Nikki exclaimed, placing the old homemade scrapbook in your lap and flipping through a couple of pages. “See look,” she happily pointed to a picture of Tom as a toddler in a bath, surrounded by bubbles, his little bum poking through them. 
     Tom sat uncomfortably on the sofa next to you, cringing at the now 21 year old photo of him. He expected you to also cringe along, or worse case scenario, get up and make a flimsy excuse to leave his crazy family, but you just chuckled along with Nikki and continued making your way through the scrapbook, making little comments here and there. 
     “Oh, and this one,” Nikki said, pointing to a photo of Tom crying and Sam holding up a superhero action figure triumphantly, “that was Tom’s favorite toy, but when Sam saw how much Tom liked it, he made an effort to always be playing with it when Tom came into the room and he wouldn’t share.”
     You giggled at the little whiny face Tom made in the picture, and turned to him, replicating it on your face, making fun of him. Tom laughed along and playfully shoved you. He adored how well you seemed to fit in with his family and his feelings for you only multiplied. 
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     The week in London was one of the best in your life. You didn’t realize how much you missed Tom until you got to the airport and he was there waiting for you, unfortunately in his stupid blue beanie, and no, it wasn’t on right, his big ears poked out of it horrendously. 
     The last day you had in London before you and Tom went to Japan, you finally received a call about the audition. The director called you to congratulate you on getting the part, and he sent you numerous emails about scheduling, where to be, and when. Harrison was elated to have a familiar face playing his love interest on screen, and Tom was over the moon excited for you, this on top of the Spider-man movie coming out, you were certainly becoming a force to be reckoned with. 
     You spent the night celebrating at a club, Harry and Sam also showed up to party with you. The night was still young and the club was already packed and in full swing. Tom ordered two shots for each of you to start off the night before he was whisked away by a few fans to sign autographs. When he didn’t return you took it upon yourself to have his shots, giving you an extra edge to help spice up your night. 
     Harrison found Tom in the corner of the club talking to some fans. But throughout his whole time taking pictures with them, he couldn’t help but glance at you every once and a while. You looked so carefree and beautiful, dancing around in your shiny silver top and leather leggings. 
      “Tom.” Harrison interrupted Tom’s gawking and directed his attention to the small group of fans Tom was with. 
     Tom nodded and finished up his pictures and autographs before wishing them all a good and safe night. Once he reached you, you engulfed him in a bone crushing hug. 
     “Thank you for such a great time in London, Tommy.” you slurred, already feeling the impact of the four shots you took. “I had the best time of my whole life.” You pecked his cheek and pulled him close to dance with you. 
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     The following month or so on the press tour was a once in a lifetime experience. You travelled to more cities than you even knew the name of and you had all of your friends by your side. More so, you had motivation to remain approachable and well liked by fans considering that you were moving up in the industry. Some interviews were mostly for Tom, Zendaya, and Jacob. Your role in the movie was big enough for you to be needed for some interviews, and most people were genuinely interested in getting to know you, but there were also a handful of press activities that you weren’t included in, which you didn’t mind. 
     When you didn’t have anything to do for an hour or so, you would text Harrison and send him funny memes. He was quickly becoming one of your closest friends; you had already created a surplus of inside jokes with him just over the phone. 
     Tom noticed how you were always laughing at your phone or rapid fire texting. Even when you were being interviewed, Tom could faintly hear the buzz of your text message notifications going off. 
     “Tom,” you snapped in front of his eyes, “did you need something?” 
     “Huh?” Tom blinked a few times, “Uh—no, sorry.” Tom’s cheeks flushed pink, embarrassed for having been caught staring at you. He couldn’t help it though, you were dressed so pretty that day. You had your hair done up in two bubble braids and you wore his pink sweatshirt over your yellow sundress. 
     “Okay then.” You smiled at him. You went back to your phone, reading what Harrison had just texted you. “What was the name of that comedian we watched the other night?” 
     “The one on Netflix?” 
     You hummed out a yes, tapping away at your phone. 
     “Burt Kreisher, why?” Tom asked, leaning over to your chair to try and catch a glimpse of who you were texting. When he saw the contact name “Hazzy”, he couldn't stop the little angry pit of jealousy that started in his stomach. Sure, you were here with him now, not with Harrison, but when you two were apart you also texted him nonstop, and the texts seemed to all be inside jokes, which was something you also shared with him that he held near and dear.
     “I made a joke referencing him to Harrison and he didn’t get it. Fucking nerd.” You chuckled, texting Harrison a link to the skit you were referring to. 
     Tom chuckled along, but he couldn’t help but frown slightly at how bright your smile was when Harrison replied. 
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     The press tour and premiere of the movie seemed to go by lighting fast. You’d never been to a premiere for a production this big, and your nerves for the red carpet were starting to get to you. 
     You and Zendaya were stuffed into a hotel room with both of your respective teams, both trying to rapidly get both of you ready for the event. 
     “So when do you start filming for your next project?” Zendaya asked, she sat in front of a broadway-equse mirror, bright bulbs of light giving a luminescent glow to her already near flawless complexion. She hadn’t even finished her makeup yet and she was so pretty.  
     “In a month, I have to go back to London next week.” You said, sifting through the opinions you brought for dresses. You brought three options, just in case you changed your mind after seeing yourself in the dress. “Harrison and I are going to go over the scripts together and we were also told to go out in public a few times; for press and whatnot.” 
      “That’s exciting!” Zendaya mused, she glanced at the clock and gave her hairdresser some instructions about how much time she had to do hair. “It’s a good thing you guys are already friends. I remember when I filmed ‘The Greatest Showman’ I didn’t know many of the actors personally, so we had to go out together and do press all while being almost strangers. It was a bit nerve wracking.” Zendaya smiled at you fondly, she was like an older sister to you during this whole movie-making process, she constantly had your back. 
     “Yeah, I mean I’ll probably be in a situation like that at some point, but for my first lead role it’s nice to be working opposite a friend.” You smiled back, finally deciding on the red, sequined dress. 
     You both sat and worked through the makeup process in comfortable silence. 
     “So you and Tom…” Zendaya broke the silence and looked at you with a smirk on her face. 
     “What?” You looked at her with a dumbfounded look, before nervously laughing, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
     “Don’t play dumb, (Y/N/N).” She poked your arm and laughed, “He’s literally obsessed with you.” 
     You laughed at how ridiculous that sounded. A movie star, and very famous movie star at that, obsessed with you? You? Impossible. 
     “Yeah no, sorry but you got the wrong girl, babe.” You sighed, pulling out your phone to snap and selfie with her for your instagram story. You quickly snapped a pic of the two of you, her kissing your cheek, leaving a small, faint lipstick mark. “I mean it’d be nice,” you back tracked, “but I’m sure that’s just my wishful thinking.” 
     “What wishful thinking? I thought you were a pessimist?” Zendaya chuckled, taking her own photo with you to post later. 
     “I am, but I can’t help but indulge a bit.” 
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     Before you knew it, you were back in London, staying in a rented out flat for the next three to four months. Harrison was kind enough to come over to help you set up a work space, but he also offered you to spend most of your time at his place. Since Tom was in New York, doing interviews about the new Spider-man movie and having meetings with the Marvel Cinematic Universe team to try and gauge his future in the MCU, he wouldn’t be around for almost a month, so Harrison offered up Tom’s office when you needed to go over a scene by yourself and wanted a place that was already set up. 
     The days of filming seemed to go by in the blink of an eye. Most of your scenes were with Harrison, and he was the perfect scene partner. He rarely messed up, but if he did then he was quick to use it as an opportunity to improvise. His skills weren’t as well honed in like Tom’s, but it was obvious that their style ranged from a similar source. 
     The main thing about this movie that you were excited, but extremely nervous for, were the two sex scenes. The first one is at the beginning, where the two leads give in to each other for a night, then there's some implied stuff in between, and the last one is when the two leads part ways for the final time at the end of the movie. The first one had to be rough, fast, and needy, whereas the second one was direct to be more slow, thought out, and sensual. 
      Both were extremely stress-inducing to film. Harrison had also never done any scenes like this before, so he was on the same boat as you. Thankfully you had an amazing director and stunt coordinator to work with and with the help of other crew members, the scenes were mapped out so that it wasn’t too much improv or guessing on your part. 
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     The first intimate scene you shot actually happened to be the one at the end of the movie. That scene was more tame and dealt with more emotional subtexts than physical. Since you filmed that one first, you went into filming the next one with more confidence. It only took a few days to get the first scene down to perfection, so with this newfound confidence, it shouldn’t take too long to get the next one done. 
     On the days you shot intimate scenes, you only needed to wear the costume you wore before the scene and then you changed into a robe with nude underwear underneath. The bits with the outfit on before were already shot, so the director called a 30 minute break until you could begin shooting the actual sex part. 
     You were standing by the snack table, eyes scanning the table for any more muffins leftover from breakfast. The robe you wore made your skin prickle whenever a draft came onto set. 
     Just as you had found the muffin you were looking for, a pair of warm hands covered your eyes. 
     “Guess who!” An all too familiar warm, British accentuated, voice called. 
      You turned around in his arms, effectively nudging his hands from your face, and soon you were met with the warmest hazel eyes. Eyes that you missed so much this past month. 
      “Tommy!” You squealed and thrusted yourself into him in a hug. He immediately reciprocated it and wrapped your body in warmth. “What’re you doing here?” You asked once you let go of him. 
      “Harrison gave me the location so I could come watch you film. I just got home, like, two days ago.” Tom eyed you up and down, not realizing what little you had on. “Um—are you wearing anything under that?” He pointed up and down your figure. 
     “Nope, today and tomorrow we’re scheduled to film the sex scene.” You said casually, doing a silly twirl. Tom gulped. 
     “A s-sex scene?” He choked, “I didn’t know you guys had one.” 
     “Yup,” you smirked, “two actually, this is my first one ever, Haz’s too, I think. Well actually, we filmed the sex scene at the end of the movie last week.” 
     “Yeah… t-that’s cool.” Tom smiled weakly. 
     Right as you were about to continue your conversation with Tom, an arm swung over your shoulder and pulled you close. Harrison smiled at the both of you. He wore a similar robe to yours, except he left the front open. His plaid boxers on full display. 
     “Don’t listen to her, Tom. She’s a natural.” Harrison pinched your cheeks. Tom clenched his jaw at the comment. He knew Harrison hadn't meant to imply anything with it, but he couldn't help but hear the hidden meaning behind the otherwise innocent compliment. 
      You giggled and pushed his hand away, “Only ‘cus my scene partner is so darn cute.” You retaliated, poking and tickling his pecs. 
      This kind of goofy banter was normal between you and Harrison, but Tom hadn’t seen either of you in so long. He also had never seen you two interact so fluently with each other. He watched the interaction with a tight-lipped smile, nodding along and shrugging every once in a while to seem like he was paying attention. In reality though, he couldn’t pry his thoughts away from how close you were to Harrison. 
     “Ok everyone! Places! Let’s wrap this scene up and put it to rest today!” Your director called. You and Harrison smiled and waved goodbye to Tom. Harrison pointed to a chair in the room that had a nice view of the set where Tom could watch. Tom nodded and walked over to the chair, enthusiasm for watching you work completely dissipating. 
     The scene started off rough right off the bat. The second the director said ‘Action!’ you and Harrison were practically pouncing on each other. Harrison had you pressed up against the wall and you were both breathing heavily. He was leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck, then across your collar bones. Your moans, which Tom always imagined to sound like music to his ears, sounded too real for his liking. But no matter how much he tried to look away, his eyes were glued to the two bodies moving fluidly with one another. 
     “Cut! Cut!” The director yelled, effectively ending the scene. You and Harrison pulled apart and he gave you a peck on the cheek, as in saying ‘good job’. “That was good, but Harrison,” The blonde nodded, awaiting further instruction. “You gotta be a little rougher, hm?” 
     Harrison nodded along with the critique. “(Y/N)?” the director moved his attention to you, “would it be okay if Harrison marked you up? Just a few hickeys to really sell the illusion. We can do without, though, if you feel uncomfortable.” 
     Tom overheard the interaction and internally hoped that you were too uncomfortable for that, but deep down he knew you would do it. You were never the type to stray away from a challenge. 
     “Yeah, that’s fine.” You nodded, chest still heaving from the scene. You looked at Harrison. “Is that okay with you?” 
     Harrison nodded, a shy smile tugging at his lips. Yeah, you guys have been working at this scene for days now, but he’d never been rough enough to leave marks. He’d be lying if he said the thought didn’t invigorate him. 
     So the scene started from the top, you pressed up against the wall, all your weight shoved between the flimsy wall of the set and Harrison’s strong arms. Harrison did exactly as the director required, leaving noticeable dark spots across the top of your chest. Unlike your previous moans, which had just been for show, this new roughness in his actions tore real moans from your lips. 
     Tom sat uncomfortably in his chair, wishing he picked a different day to visit you on set. He shifted around, watching twin moans pull from both you and Harrison’s throat. He watched as you nipped at Harrison's ear as he faux thrusted into you. The jealousy that had pitted itself in his stomach soon turned to self-loathing. You looked really into the scene, he couldn’t help but feel like he was intruding. He knew you were a great actress, but he couldn’t believe that this was all acting. In his eyes, he believed that some part of you must wish that this was real. And part of you did like this scenario, but you wouldn’t have picked Harrison to be opposite you in this little fantasy. 
     Your moans and Harrisons both grew louder, leading up to the climax as scripted. Tom, not wanting to watch anymore exited the set quickly before he could watch the scene end. 
     You and Harrison finished up, gaining applause and praise afterwards from the director and crew members on set. 
     “Where’s Tom?” You asked, scrambling back into your robe and smoothing out your now roughed up hair. 
     Harrison, now noticing the absence of his best friend, began to feel a bit guilty. He knew Tom had a thing for you, maybe he should’ve told Tom not to visit set today. 
     “Um, (Y/N)?” He mumbled, pulling you aside slightly. 
     “Yeah?” You still looked around for Tom a bit, heart sinking when you realized that he must've left without saying goodbye. 
      “I shouldn’t be the one telling you this,” Harrison began, drawing your full attention, “but Tom really likes you. He always downplayed it, so I didn’t realize how much, but I think watching this scene might’ve upset him a bit.” Harrison looked towards the exit, no doubtedly where Tom left through, out into the parking lot. 
     “Oh—oh!” You gasped, feeling terribly for having put Tom in such an awkward position. “I didn’t know he felt the same.” You whispered, smiling softly to yourself. Guess Z was right after all. You pulled away from Harrison, “I’ll go talk to him.” 
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      Tom didn’t go far. He still wanted to be there to support you; he didn’t want to come off as a jealous prick, but he couldn’t keep watching that intimacy between you and his best friend. He sat on the curb outside of the building the set was built in. A few people passed him going to their designated buildings on the lot, but he didn’t pay any mind to them, too lost in his thoughts. He needed to tell you sooner rather than later how he felt. No time to be a pussy anymore. 
     “Tom?” You walked up next to his sitting figure, still only in a robe, tightly wrapped around you. He looked up to acknowledge you, mumbling a soft ‘Hey.’ before looking back down, trying to collect his thoughts and courage. It’s now or never. 
     You sat beside him and rested your head on his shoulder. “Harrison told me something interesting in there,” You paused for a moment before continuing, “about you.” 
     Tom’s head shot up, and he looked at you with frantic eyes, only imagining the worse. There were too many things Harrison could’ve told you about Tom to sully your image of him. 
     “Whatever it was, he's a lying prick!” Tom rushed out. 
     You giggled, lifting your head up to look him in the eyes, his dark hazel eyes boring into yours. 
     “That’s a shame then,” You shrugged, “considering I like you too.” 
     Tom breathed out a sigh of relief, before looking back at you, doing a double take. 
    “Wait, what?” 
     “Mhm, yeah.” You said casually, standing up. “But since Harrison’s a liar then I suppose he was wrong.” You teased. 
     “No!” Tom grabbed your wrist and pulled you back next to him, but his aim was a bit off and you ended up in his lap. “He lies about a lot, but not about this.”
     You smiled at him, “I should hope not, considering I’m crazy about you.” 
     Tom couldn’t help the smile that beamed across his face, but then he noticed the marks left on you by Harrison. Remembering why he was insecure in the first place, he looked away. 
     “What about Harrison?” He asked. You looked at him utterly confused. Tom caught on and explained further. “You looked like you were really into that scene with him.” 
     You giggled and pinched Tom’s cheek, turning it red. “I’m an actress, you idiot.”
     Tom scoffed, “I know that. It’s just— I didn’t realize you could fake that kind of love.” 
     You looked at Tom’s downcast face. You leaned in and kissed his neck, just under his jaw. You nipped and sucked softly, leaving a nice, dark pink blotch that would go away in a few days under his jaw and he whimpered softly.
     “I’d never fake that kind of love with you.” You grabbed his face, holding it gently in your hands. “I’d never have to.” You whispered, pulling him in for a kiss, soft and sweet. 
     Tom pulled you closer, resting a hand on the small of your back, kissing back fervently. 
     The short make-out session being cut short by the door to the set bursting opened. Harrison rushing out, now dressed in slacks and a white button up for the next scene you needed to shoot that day. 
     “(Y/N)! Hair and makeup need you.” You lugged yourself off of Tom’s lap, promising to talk to him after you finished for the day. You went back inside, jokingly blowing a kiss to Harrison on your way. 
     Harrison stayed outside and sat next to Tom. 
     “Did she confess first?” He asked after a moment of silence. 
     “Yup.” Tom smiled happily, licking his lips, tasting the strawberry chapstick he saw you put on earlier. 
     “You owe me 10 pounds then, you wimp.” 
     “Oh, fuck off.” Tom groaned, promptly pulling ten pounds out of his wallet and handing it to Haz. 
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A Royal Scandal 2
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Summary - Modern ruler, His Majesty King Steven G Rogers, is on a quest to make his long term secret relationship the real thing. He is a man in love and wants his lover and partner to be his queen.
Warnings - Smut (m/f), dub con/non con, sex tape, scandals, mentions of past domestic abuse, soft dark Steve, possessive Steve, spanking, power imbalance, Mentions of previous domestic abuse.
Pairing - King!Steve x reader
Word count - 8k
To be fair, Steven could understand why his mother was so upset after watching the entire footage from the royal steam rooms. He had a far better understanding after having seen the footage in question. The one that had led to his mother’s reaction that very morning.
Seated beside Carol on the ride back, he slipped in his wireless earbuds and pulled up the first video he found online on his phone.
A separate car had been sent for you for whenever your meeting completed. However, he had a whole series of his own back at the palace before his day could be considered over in the administrative offices. Days were never really over for him. Should anything happen somewhere in his nation, he would be informed. As was expected for a ruler.
Until then, he had fifteen or so minutes to kill till he arrived back at the royal palace, depending on city traffic.
Which was how he found himself watching what was obviously some sort of hidden camera. As the royal banya did not have CCTV cameras. Steve found himself making a mental note to himself to ask Carol about it.
After he watched the video.
He had the feeling that this would not be going away anytime soon. Therefore, he needed to know what was on there if he was going to have to defend his actions, or even speak about it.
It was somewhat surreal watching himself walk into view wearing nothing. Not even a towel. Talking with someone who was obviously you.
Based on where the camera was located, Steve could tell it was somewhere in the hallway that led from the steam rooms into either the showers or locker room. Thank all the saints above your back was to the camera. Half of it anyway. You were standing at a turn in the hallway, leaning against the wall. Half of you hidden. A towel wrapped around your body.
Thanking those saints above still that there was no sound, Steve watched on as a voice narrated the video, some celebrity blogger dissecting the footage as if it were a pivotal moment in some sporting event.
Steve watched himself turn to face you, facing the camera too and exposing his entire self to the world.
Not that he was ashamed. He had nothing to be ashamed about. Steve was built tall and powerful like his father and mother’s father. He kept himself in shape and as for the manhood that hung heavy between his thighs, he refused to be embarrassed by that either. The blogger however did have several opinions about what she referred to as, the royal sword.
She also seemed to be very opinionated when Steve watched himself kneel down in front of you. He’d never watched himself go down on you before and found himself transfixed, easily able to ignore the blogger’s excited rambling.
For once, Steve watched your hands sink into his hair as he sank between your legs. He watched your pleasure grow and grow, he watched you sag back into the wall and reach up, grabbing at it like a cat stretching out in the hot sun.
Seeing it happen like this? Steve felt like a voyeur. He felt like he was doing something wrong. And then, he watched you climax on his face. He watched your hands tighten up against the corner of the walls meeting. He watched himself stand and no longer noticed the commentary as he sheathed himself between your legs and proceeded to pound you into the wall without mercy.
His attention caught on one little inconsequential thing. Watching one of your legs that wound over his thigh bounce wildly each time.
Quickly he exited out of the video and blog. Unwilling to watch more. Pulling a bud from his ear, he glanced over at Carol who was watching the city fly by her window.
“Have you inquired as to if the palace guard has looked into how the video was taken in the royal banya?”
Blonde hair dusted her shoulders as she looked at her king. Carol answered without a second of hesitation. “Already done Your Majesty. The camera was found this morning. A webcam of some type. It’s been sent away for fingerprints and I have the best IT professional I know looking into it, to determine if we can track down who it belongs to. The royal guard has also launched an investigation into all palace employees.”
“Thank you,” he answered her with complete sincerity.
Captain Danvers had been at his side since he assumed the throne and had proven herself hundreds of times over. She was his confidant. She was his bodyguard. She was his closest thing to a friend, if Steve could say he had such a thing. He could tell Carol anything. He had told Carol about you. Carol had told him about her sick mother and in return, Steve have given her a cottage on palace grounds while providing a nurse. So that Carol would be able to spend as much time as possible with her mother in her final days. Carol still lived on the palace grounds in that cottage down by the gardens.
“I’ll let you know when I know something,” she assured him.
***
Your return to the palace felt like it took forever. Mostly because your panties were very obviously damp from leakage and you were greatly concerned about a wet stain. The modern equivalent of a scarlet letter. Letting everyone know what you’d done.
Twice you’d checked in a bathroom along with every mirrored surface you came across.
Alas, it seemed you were in luck.
No one would know that you’d had inappropriate contact on a workday, or think you’d had an accident. Granted if someone would have noticed you planned on blaming your monthlies.
By the grace of the many women who came before you, you managed to get back to the palace without being caught and were about to go change your panties when a familiar face popped into your office.
“Hey! You’re coming! I’m not taking no for an answer!”
Wanda.
Bright red hair and a brighter red dress that was far from office appropriate appeared in your office, leaping in like an acrobat leaping onto a stage. Making you look up from where you stood behind your desk, digging through your handbag.
A bunch of different thoughts buzzed through your head.
What was Wanda talking about? Where did she want you to go? Did Wanda wear that mini-dress to work? Cause it was about five inches too short and did downright sinful things to the girls. Wanda could always pull off anything. She looked amazing in clubwear, sweats and those tea-party dresses that Jackie O was always wearing.
“Coming?” Fell from your lips in a valiant attempt to stall till you could make sense of what was happening. “What are you not taking no for an answer for this time?”
In your roommate swept like a hurricane.
“It’s practically six!” She declared, as if that was supposed to mean something to you. It had you staring at her and waiting for more information. Hands paused in their hunt for clean panties and a pantyliner in your bag’o’stuff. “No more talk of this fake boyfriend. You and me are going to go have dinner. We’re going to hit the bars to pre-game and then to the clubs! Everyone is going so you are too!”
Such news had you freezing in your patent leather pumps.
Pre-gaming? Dinner? Clubs? Everyone?
How?
It was only Thursday and then you remembered.
It was a long weekend. The winning of some great victory over the Germans from the big war that you only kinda remembered hearing about. Mostly because you’d been busy with the border issue and the education overhaul. You’d known that it was coming up and the entire four-day weekend would be spent celebrating.
Wanda saw your face. She saw what you were thinking. She was practically a mind reader. Which led her to pointing at you scoldingly. “No! No no no! No checking emails or messages. No more work. No! We’re going out tonight and we are going to have fun! You remember what fun is? Right?”
But…you really did have emails and messages to check. You actually did have a ton of work to do. Granted you always had emails and messages to check, plus work piling up. It was the nature of your job. Helping in the running of a country was a 24/7 gig.
“Wanda…”
“Nope!” She declared, marching on into your office and behind your desk to chase you out. Shooing you. Literally making you hop away and grab your handbag because you just knew Wanda wasn’t letting you back near your desk. That much was for sure.
Like a sheepdog, she herded you around your messy desk as you attempted to protest, to get her to listen, to inform her that you really really did have a good bit of work to do.
“Wait…hold on…wait, Wanda…just one second…gah!”
“No more protests! I’m not going to hear it anymore! I refuse to let you hide behind work or the fake boyfriend.”
More protests came from you. You tried. You really really did. But Wanda was shoving and pushing and hip bumping you out into a hallway that did not look like an office building, instead, it was very obviously a palace.
Your heels clicked on polished white marble that shone. Walls were cream and had priceless art hung around, gold gilded borders ran up along where the ceiling met the walls. Light fixtures were old, bronze and cut glass. Furniture that belonged in Sotheby’s was sparsely decorated around the halls.
Door were old and creaky up and down the halls, wooden with locks that required big iron keys.
It was unlike any other place you’d ever worked.
You could feel and see and even smell the smokey history oozing from the walls.
A few people were hurrying out of their offices and locking the doors behind them, which Wanda didn’t even let you do as she went on indignantly. “No! Nope! Clint from Tinder will not wait forever! He digs foreigners and he has a job and he loves to dance!”
At mention of Tinder, your gut lurched.
Dear god not this again.
Why had you ever agreed to let Wanda make you a Tinder profile? At the time it seemed so reasonable. Let her make the profile and she’d get off your ass about your alleged imaginary boyfriend. Problem solved! How on earth were you to know she’d be on the damn app making matches for you?
“Why don’t you go out with Clint from Tinder,” you wanted to know, earning yourself a roll of Wanda’s eyes as you were dragged down along the hallway to the massive marble stairs. Looking as if they’d been carved from one piece, smoothly curling down a floor to the ground floor. Large chandeliers hung with cut glass that threw light everywhere. A massive painting hung up on the large wall of a long dead large royal family in the palace of past.
“He’s not my type. But he is absolutely your type.”
Somehow you doubted that.
Sighing deeply and focusing on not snapping your ankle on the stairs and in your heels, you followed Wanda down, mixing in with the few stragglers who were leaving work and making mental notes to text Steve and let him know you’d be late coming back to the palace that night. You were then planning when you could check your work emails and work-phone messages. That had to be done in a quiet place where no one could overhear. Maybe you could go out to the club and feign a tummy ache? Then sneak away from Clint? It’d probably be much easily to sneak away from Clint than Wanda.
Click. Click. Click.
With every step you maneuvered down your heels were noisy. You’d managed to fling your sizable bag over your shoulder and just knew Steve was going to be annoyed with you. But he was an adult. Being adults meant the two of you would have to do things that you didn’t want.
“So help me, if it kills the both of us, you and I will be going out tonight and having a fun time! This is a celebratory weekend! There are festivities going on all over the city!” Wanda went on, yanking you along behind her upon reaching the bottom step and heading in the general direction of the ground floor exits.
Hurrying along behind her, you followed but you weren’t happy about it.
God did you have so much work to do and you really really wanted to spend the night with Steve. And maybe if you gave in to Wanda, she’d get off your ass about your fake boyfriend? Wait, no, your secret boyfriend, because Steve was very real, you just didn’t want to be eviscerated all over the internet and tabloids for dating a king.
You’d seen what happened when a pretty actress had dated then married a prince who didn’t rule his country. The only thing you had going for you was Steve’s country was still looked at with some serious side-eye from the world, due to past events and rulers. Plus, he wasn’t a young prince that had grown up before the eyes of the world. He was a son of a tyrant, a citizen of a sizable nation the world still viewed suspiciously with a questionable human rights record.
“You’re going to love the club! It’s totally new and they open at ten. Meaning we can have plenty of time with the girls!”
Girls?
As in plural?
Because of course this would be a group event. Wanda never half-assed anything.
“Wanda…” you began.
Before Wanda could turn her attention on you, loud shrill lady screams came and you were greeted to the sight of Maria, Okoye and Pepper. All three threw up their arms and grabbed Wanda in a big hug, yanking her away from you and freeing you from her grip.
Loud girl screeches followed.
There was group hopping and hugs and laughter.
It should have made you realize that it’d been so long since you had a fun girls night. It should have reminded you that you were young and your life shouldn’t be all about work and sneaking off with your boyfriend whenever the two of you were able to.
Your heart should have been warmed by the sight of your palace coworkers who were clearly part of the aforementioned Girls.
How long had it been since you had fun?
How long had it been since you’d had a night out on the town?
What were you doing?
Were you jumping and screeching and hugging too?
No.
You were digging into your handbag so you could text Steve real quick. To let him know about your change in plans before he began to think you’d bailed because you were a coward and got cold feet.
Just as your fingers touched the smooth surface of your iPhone…
A noise caught your attention.
Movement.
Peering up to the side at the wall, or what you’d assumed was a hallway wall since you were in another hallway nearly identical to the one upstairs. All while the hugfest continued. You noticed that the wall was at a weird angle. As if it were opening up on a hinge and by the time you realized that the wall was actually an opening to a hidden passageway, a hand grabbed your elbow and yanked you in.
No more than a soft squeak came from you.
In you tumbled.
Into a dimly lit hallway that was actually a passageway you found yourself. With a metal sounding click the wall slid back into place and a big hand fell over your mouth. Making you immediately panic, immediately reach up to grab the hand that was silencing you. Making an arm band around your chest and pull you flush back against a broad muscular body.
“Did you honestly think for one moment that I would allow you to go get drunk with Wanda? Or go to a club with a man that she met for you on Tinder?”
Steve.
It was Steve.
His faint aftershave still burnt your nose but paired with the masculine scent that was him, you relaxed only a little bit, just a smidge.
How the hell did he know all of that? Had he bugged your office? Was he following you?
Deep in your chest your heart pounded wildly. Your skin was on fire. Even though it was dimly lit, you swore you could see each nail and groove in the wooden walls of the hidden passage.
Steve’s shoes were soft on the carpeted floor. Yours however never reached. Your legs dangled. Desperately you stretched out to try and reach your toes down, but alas, Steve was holding you up and was simply that much taller than you. Easily holding you up as he carried you.
His voice an angry snarl, a seething whisp against your ear. “That is so disappointing my love. A failure on both our parts,” came his angry voice. Walking with sure footing and a quick pace through the only barely lit halls.
Turning here and there, quickly and suddenly, until you were very much lost.
A protest came from behind his palm that was crushed against your mouth. Your blood heating with every passing second till it felt as if it were boiling. All that sudden fear was turning into anger at this treatment.
“I’ve clearly failed you if you’re unable to announce with nothing but the utmost certainty that you’re both in a relationship and have no desire to go out clubbing with whomever Clint from Tinder is.” The word clubbing was spat out, as if Steve found it vile on his tongue. “As for you? Yesterday we were discussing where to go for your birthday and today, you refused to answer one of my calls! You have work to do tonight to make up to me your behavior today!”
Further down the hidden passageway you were unceremoniously carried pulled to his front. Your brain racing at warp speed.
You had work to do? You had to make up for your behavior?
Had he lost his damn mind?
Had he not seen the video of his naked nether-regions all over the internet? Or the sex that made the footage a sex tape? The two of you were now amateur porn stars and he was mad that you? Because you were trying to be lowkey until the entire situation blew over? Steve was mad because you were being reasonable?
A most valiant attempt was made to free yourself.
You struggled. You kicked. You flailed and shrilled behind the hand over your mouth. No longer taken by surprise or frightened. Now you were growing angry.
On top of being terrified of being found out in that footage and ridiculed by the world, or worse, chased out of this country by a horde of angry people who didn’t agree with you being the kings choice as not only a foreigner, but one from pretty humble roots. You were upset that the world saw such an intimate moment between the two of you and even if Steve didn’t care that his junk was all over the internet, you cared. You cared a great deal. The royal junk was your junk. It was bad enough you had to know he’d dated women before you who’d seen him nude and were intimate with him, but now the world? It was simply too much for you to comprehend.
Steve slowed and turned, using his elbow he made something pop and a slight crack of light where there was obviously another hidden door in the wall appeared.
Using his broad shoulder, Steve pushed the door open and stepped out into a hallway that led down to the royal chambers and split off.
With his knee, he shoved the hidden panel shut and tightening his grip on you, Steve hurried down that hallway.
A completely different one from where the administrative offices were located.
Rich wooden paneling covered the walls. Making everything appear warmer, lusher. An amber haze hung in the air.
Thick carpet was underfoot. Furniture spoke to its age but had been made with a quality that endured. Like this palace. Built when his land was called something else but had stood through time in proof of his claim to the throne.
Generations before him had ruled, claimed spouses and lovers in these halls, grown old and made history and now it was his turn.
Merely that knowledge had him growing excited in his slacks for a second time that day. All of your thrashing and struggling didn’t help. If anything, it sparked a part of his brain that insisted he ravish and conquer you in his royal bed.
Mouth pressed to your ear, till he felt amber and diamonds press against his lips. “I swear, I will spend the rest of tonight inside of you until things are as they were yesterday. Until you remember that when I speak to you in any manner, you answer. Considering how thoroughly you’ve consumed every last part of me, it is only fair.”
And then, in his slowed pace down the hall ever closer to the door that would lead into Steve’s Royal Apartment, he saw a portrait up on the wall that made him pause.
It was him.
Or his portrait from when he’d turned thirty.
There he stood looking down at you both. Dressed ceremonially in his crown, holding the traditional ruling scepter and wearing the robes from kings of past. Fur, jeweled toned fabric that he’d easily filled out with gold adornments, amber buttons and pipping on his shoulders.
What was most striking about this portrait compared to all the others of Steven throughout the palace, was he was alone in it and unlike all the others, at the time, he’d not been single.
Further making that internal fire burn hotter.
Making him stop and force you to look up at it with him. Framed in a gilded bronze heirloom. Up where he had to look at it to be reminded of what could have been.
“Look! Look!”
You stopped struggling and looked, were well aware of his mouth against your hair.
“See? See it? You could have been there with me. At my side. Wearing my crown. Wearing the robes and jewels of my grandmothers. My queen.”
And indeed you saw.
When you’d seen the finished portrait, you had been blown away at how your body reacted to the sight of your lover in his traditional uniform he only pulled out for big special events. How powerful he looked. How sexy he was wearing a crown, holding a golden scepter with an eagle on the end clutching a piece of amber the size of an egg.
The arm around your chest fell so he could point at the empty space in the picture beside him. “Look. Right there. That is where you would have been. Right there. At my side.”
His hand over your mouth still held you flush against him. Pulled tight against him.
That thought, that entire notion of you painted on a portrait, up there with Steve at his side. It was so surreal to you.
When it was just you and Steve it was fire and gold and everything was amazing. When it was King Steve and his Chief of Staff it was stimulating and exciting. You still weren’t sure about being queen. A queen! That wasn’t like being a princess or a duchess. A queen was different. Even the word felt different.
It made your heart start to pound wildly in your chest again. It made you breathe hard against the back of his hand. It made you have a physiological reaction.
***
This was not how Carol intended to spend her night.
It was not how she wished to start her off-time. Having given Val the update on all things that had transpired for the day as she handed off command of the Royal Guard to her fellow captain.
No sooner had she told Val everything, did one of the messengers from communications come hurrying in. A slip of paper in her hand. A note that changed everything for that night, that week and even that month.
It had left Carol walking through the royal apartments towards the Queen Mother’s rooms.
As she knew exactly what King Steven was doing and quite frankly, she wanted no part in disturbing that unless she absolutely had to.
Besides. The message that had been sent to the palace via royal envoy was meant for Her Majesty. It was best Her Majesty the Queen Mother figured out how best to deal with this coming…situation.
Compared to His Majesty’s Private Rooms, Sarah’s were all light and brightness. White marble and ornate touches. Colorful priceless paintings and large bouquets of fresh flowers in crystal vases. Soft plush furniture held little personal touches. A white chenille throw draped over her couch by a fireplace. Pink slippers sat on the floor. Books both new and ancient with various markers holding her place were scattered about. Fresh flowers. She loved fresh flowers. They were everywhere.
As expected, the door to the Queen Mother’s apartments were open.
Carol still paused outside of it to knock gently.
“Your Majesty?” She called out, looking at her watch to see that it was nearing seven. Around seven was when the queen took her dinner meal privately. Of course she’d leave the door open for kitchen staff to bring up food as usual. It wasn’t one of the nights that was reserved for Steve and his mother to have their dinners together.
After the death of her husband the former king, Sarah had effectively thrown open all the doors that he had imprisoned her with.
Her soft voice drifted out.
Delicate and gentle.
The Queen Mother sat in a large chair by a big window overlooking the city. Her pale hair pulled back at the nape of her neck. A string of pearls tightened and loosened around her fingers as she lowered the book she’d been reading. A pleasant smile came over her soft features.
Upon seeing the stone of Carol’s face, the queen frowned. “What is it? What is wrong?”
Only confirming that something was wrong, Carol shut the door and locked it.
Dinner had been brought up. Smells emanated from the queens private dining room off to the left. It reminded Carol that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast that morning. It had been that kind of a day.
Clasping her hands before her, she rocked back on her heels. “A message was sent by Her Highness Janet Van Dyne. She and her daughter will be at the palace tomorrow…”
Janet and Hope Van Dyne?
Steven’s former fiancée and her mother?
Two golden eyebrows rose, making Carol press on. “Her Highness is under the impression that they’ll be staying here? In the palace?”
All of this was new to Sarah.
She had not heard from Janet since Steve’s coronation. When she and her husband had been in attendance. Earlier that particular year, Hope had broken her engagement with Steven to run away with a Maharaja.
It’d been all over the tabloids.
A young princess of the Netherlands had broken her engagement to the crown prince of an incredibly traditional nation to follow her heart. Hope had spent many years splashed across tabloids and blogs with a handsome charismatic Asian Prince. She’d lost her royal title and gave tell-all interviews about how her family had forbade her from running away and how she’d never marry a man from infamous Rogers Royal Line. And then, oddly, she was back home with her family this year.
Sarah had found it unusual. Alas, she was a busy woman with a life of her own to keep her busy.
“Was anything else in the message,” Sarah wanted to know.
Carol shook her head.
It had been a simple message that was very to the point.
Sighing in a most un-Sarah-like sort of way. She set her book down on the arm of her chair and rose. Tall. Willowy. Pursing her lips. Her dress fell around her in a gauzy cloud.
“Do you want me to tell His Majesty?”
Pausing, the older women considered the question. Dare she tell her son? He deserved to know. Nothing good would come from this visit.
If it were Janet alone? Sarah would not be so suspicious. But Janet and Hope? And that they would come so last minute? After the release of this video footage from the royal sauna?
“Is my son with her?”
Silence.
Carol was quiet.
A noise came from the Queen Mother. A clicking of her tongue. Stepping into her slippers, she pulled the hem of her dress up. “I suppose I should not be surprised that you would keep this from me.”
More quiet came.
“I won’t ask. I’ll find out my own way and leave him be for now. Janet and Hope won’t be here tonight. This can be a problem for tomorrow, today has been difficult enough for us all. Let tomorrow be tomorrow.”
Let tomorrow be tomorrow.
On her other hand was her wedding band. A treasure itself. Now on the widow’s finger. It was so symbolic of the cage she’d lived in for the duration of her marriage.
Absentmindedly, she twisted the rings. “Have you eaten yet?” Pulling them up and down her hand. “I had hoped you would come. I had the kitchen bring up extra.” Off slipped the rings that she had to wear in public. In her hand they jingled until she set them down on a smoothly polished table.
With two heavy clicks, they bounced on the wood by a vase full of peonies. Freeing her for the time being.
“I missed you while you were away.”
A blush bloomed over her porcelain complexion at Carol’s words.
As she watched Carol lock the door to her chambers, a warmth bloomed within her chest. Such words were so simple. So honest. They were words she had not heard before in her life. In this new chapter however, in this new time in her life, she had become accustomed to kind words and compassion.
“I missed you as well.” She confessed, stepping closer and still keeping space between them. As some habits died hard. “Stay with me? Tonight?”
“There is nothing I want more, Sarah.”
***
As it turned out, now you were ready to talk.
However.
Unfortunately.
Steve was now past that point and was on a whole other page.
You found yourself protesting when he carried you into his bedroom like some manner of caveman would carry a slab of meat. Shrilling out when he yanked and ripped and tore at your dress, forcing it over your head after ripping fabric and popping buttons, till it was an unsalvageable heap of material and threads.
Which was an absolute tragedy.
You loved that dress.
You even pointed out that fact to him somewhere between the threshold of his bedroom and his massive bed that really was fit for a king.
It was so big!
A headboard wider than Wanda’s itty-bitty car was long. An elaborate collection of regal flourishes and shapes. Dark sheets so soft they were slippery awaited you as you screeched and hollered, letting out an outraged sound when your bra was popped then yanked roughly from you.
“Steven!” You admonished your king, toes digging deep into the thick carpet as you’d lost your shoes back in the hallway leading to his quarters.
This whole evening was going off the rails for you. There was no other way to put it.
Dim sconces on the wall lit the way. Highly effective mood lighting if you ever saw it. Allowing you to see the set in Steve’s face, the firm line of his mouth.
His fingers wrapped around the back of your neck so he could hold you close, ground out for your benefit. “All day long I tried. Calls. Messages. Texts. Did you want to talk? No. You ignored me. Now I do not wish to talk either.”
Pushing you forward, you found yourself stumbling but knew if you didn’t walk on your own, Steve would merely toss you up on his bed. Up on the sea of pillows. Framed by gilded silver and dark curtains that came down from above to allow for privacy.
“All day long you denied me. I’ll remind you what is mine until you’re thinking clearly again. Until we’re back where we were yesterday!”
“I’m ready to talk now! I’m in a place where I can discuss this with you! I am thinking clearly!”
Words were not needed.
Oh no.
Not when the king grabbed your hand, pulled your arm back and pressed your palm against his straining erection. Hot to the touch. Shockingly hard. Painfully so even you were willing to bet.
Your knees hit the bed and you were pushed forward till you fell over, till you wound up on the expanse of bedding in a tangle of hands and knees and that silky smooth material.
A big explosion came from Steve. Feeling like and you were flailing on your stomach, trapped beneath his oppressive weight and the bed. Fighting. Wiggling. Trying to get free from beneath him but bigger stronger arms had your wrists.
Something was being wrapped around your wrists that you couldn’t see, as your vision was impeded by the broad chest in your face. Right there. Blocking your line of sight. Pinning you down to the sea of grey until finally, finally, he was up and you were once more struggling, wiggling, jerking and finding that you were tied to the headboard.
You were tied to the headboard. You were naked and bound to his bed.
Silky fabric that was Steve’s tie bound your wrists snugly together and wove into the headboard, securing you there most soundly.
It was outrageous! It was absurd!
You were tied to his headboard!
It was a first for you.
When your gaze returned to your boyfriend and even that was now a bit questionable, you were greeted to the sight of Steve shedding his suit. Yanking off each garment without pause or care. A few tears were heard and he was far rougher than need be. A button or two may have flown off.
“You cannot be serious! That’s your plan? You’re going to take what’s yours? Are you serious? This is not the dark ages!”
Ignoring you, Steve shoved his slacks down his long legs. Allowing his rigid cock to bob obscenely. Causing an eyeroll to immediately come from you. A hint of something dark on his hip caught your eye. But it was only a flash and as he was moving, yanking off his suit jacket and fiercely ripping open buttons on his shirt, you couldn’t get a good look.
Was it a bruise? A tattoo?
Somehow you doubted kings were even allowed to have tattoos. Or that Steve even had the time to get himself permanently inked. When the hell did he get that bruise?
Momentarily distracted by him climbing up on the bed, you looked up to give your bindings a good hard yank.
No luck.
Steve’s weight was pushing you down. Shoving you into the bed. Pinning you down as you protested, implored and began to plea. Which was exactly what he wanted. After everything you had put him through today? You would beg. You would plead. You would forget all about that video.
“Open your mouth.”
It was an order.
It could be nothing less.
An absolute command that had your lips slowly parting as your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden treatment, this roughness. Steve held his painful erection in hand and pushed his tip to your lips. Pushed the red end of his cock sticky with precum past your lips. Till you were forced to open your mouth wider and wider for him. To take him deeper and deeper into your mouth.
Steve held your gaze and pushed his member in further. Straddling your chest and gripping his headboard in one hand, till it dug into his fingers. While his other hand grabbed your face to hold it tight.
You’d never be able to take all of him. He knew this. You’d never been able to no matter how much you’d tried. But he wanted to see how much he could fit in your mouth tonight.
“Don’t swallow. Don’t let me down again.”
Your mouth was so warm closing around him. Wet. Sacred. It made him want to close his eyes to sink in deep but Steve would not. He would do that soon enough. He would lose himself in your cunt soon enough.
A few small movements from his hips sank his cock deeper into your mouth. Filling your cheeks as you struggled. Until you found a motion of moving up and down his length, running your tongue along his sides. Wetting up his shaft till sloppy noises started to fill his ears and a small little dribble began to moisten the corners of your mouth.
Those blue eyes remained set on your own. Never once showing you mercy.
“Tomorrow. In the future. If I call or text, you will answer.”
There was no follow-up. Nor was it a question.
Long fingers that belonged on an artist or musician sank into your hair tightly.
All you could do was nod as drool rolled down your chin and you suckled his cock like you would a popsicle, without swallowing, sucking on his sensitive flesh as he liked and without the aid of your own hands to steady his member.
It was glorious and Steve could only slightly appreciate it. As the words that fell from his mouth were more important, more vital.
Feeling how wet your mouth was getting was fantastic. Absolutely. Your nimble tongue was a gift. No one had ever sucked his cock like you.
However…he was still frustrated, still angry, still hurt even.
He’d not worked his way through those feelings as of yet.
Perhaps? In your body?
Those feelings teased and taunted him with his unworthiness. Of how you hadn’t been firmer with your roommate. How you had allowed her to drag you down the stairs for a night out with possibly another man? It infuriated him. It sent his hips rocking into your mouth. It had his cock rubbing up along the back of your throat and made your eyes water.
No.
Steve would not lose you. He loved you too much to even entertain such a notion. No. Infact, he would make sure that he ruined you. By the end of the night, he would make certain that you’d never even amused the notion of being set up. He would be completely sure that when you left his chambers come morning, you would never be doubted when you told Wanda or anyone that you had a partner.
“I want to start publicly courting you. I want to be engaged this year. I do not want to hide any longer. When people look at you, I want them to know that you belong to me.”
Noises came around his cock that Steve knew were words and he did not care.
“Look at yourself.” Steve stilled, his words harsh, bitter even. “You have my cock in your mouth and I am completely at your mercy. Tied to the bed of kings because I cannot go one night without dreaming of you, fantasizing about your tight cunt and smooth skin. I would give you the world and all you want is nothing. You are the worst type of infuriating.”
As if to prove his point, he steadily pumped his pelvis up into your mouth. Each slide in pushed saliva and pre-ejaculate out, making it ooze from the seal of your lips around his erection. Against your throat his wet balls bounced. His ass rested on your chest and he could not get enough. More. He wanted more. He needed more. Craved more.
The urge to go harder was strong.
Steve wanted so badly to fuck you. To make you feel how much you drove him mad. How you caused him physical pain from longing alone.
With drool smeared down your chin and neck, never looking more beautiful in his opinion, Steve pulled his dick out. Done with your mouth for now. Needing more. Needing to grab your tits and to be closer to your face, looking closer into your eyes.
In a familiar sort of way, your throat bobbed.
“Did you just swallow when I specifically told you not to?”
A moment of hesitation followed from you that had Steve gripping your face, easing his body down yours but holding your slippery chin tight in his grip. Your eyes were wide. Again, probably without even realizing, you swallowed in nervousness.
“I’m…I’m sorry…”
“I’m sorry what,” he demanded, leaning down closer, licking the wetness from your chin and earning from you a most satisfying shiver that wracked your body.
“S-s-sorry, Your Majesty.”
His tongue was hot and wet on your chin. His body was heavy and hot on your own. Skin on skin contact made your brain short circuit. It was a miracle you could string those syllables together. With your hands bound so snugly to the bed. All you could do was take it. Take what he gave you.
Feeling him push your thighs open and position himself between your hips made you gasp. Words failed you.
And then words didn’t even matter because he was pushing into you. Claiming you. Taking what was his because you did belong to him. You belonged to him in every possible way.
A scream exploded out of you when he dove right in. Sank in till his crown was pressed up against the wall of your cervix. Deeper than anyone had ever been before. Hands were grabbing your ankles and spreading you wide. Spearing you on his cock. Stretching your body taut.
“So wet. You were made to take me. Made to take your king.” He whispered more to himself even though you heard. You would have heard a pin drop. You could hear your heart pound and blood rush through your ears, each gasp your lungs took. You could feel every last inch of him deep inside your core. Painfully stretching you open like this. Burning. Tingling. Twisting.
Hands tightened on your ankles till you looked up at Steve. Hovering over you like a pillaging warlord about to ravish his prize.
“You have till Monday to decide how you wish us to become public. I will not wait a day longer.”
Seeing you like this before him. Splayed out. Your pussy curled around his member, plump from being filled with your breasts round puddles up on your chest. It set his hips into a frenzy. Powerful thrusts were sent into your tight walls that made Steve grunt every time from the power behind his motions, from the sight of his cock vanishing up into you. Watching your pussy take him so hungrily as you cried out beneath him each time. Breasts swaying. Skin slapping on skin with the contact. Your hips jiggled, his headboard creaked, his balls slapped soundly against you both.
“Say it. Say the words to me. Say them!” Steve commanded you. Pieces of his hair falling and sticking to his sweaty forehead as he sank in to the very depths of you then pulled out, revealing a glistening shaft before slamming his member right back in where it belonged.
“Yes…yes…yes…yes…” you chanted, over and over, again and again with every thrust in, every withdraw that was like heaven and hell, your body needing him to complete this circuit only the two of you could create. “…yes…yes…my king…yes my king…”
Those words. They were a song to his ears and had your ankles slapped together. Those words had the backs of your thighs slapped wetly against his chest, your feet touching his shoulder as Steve continued to pound into you.
Pumping into your now closed thighs, into your tighter walls at this angle.
“Look!”
Dimly your eyes fluttered, you looked into his burning blue eyes.
“Look. Here.”
You followed his gaze to where he pointed, looking down at his pelvis, where his hip met his abdomen in that hard cut of muscle that was visible above his beltline. The one you loved to lick.
He did have a tattoo.
It took you a second to realize what you were looking at and focus, as his thrusts continued without mercy, pounding away, slamming into you without mercy. Shaking and pushing you into his bed.
Your writing was inked into his skin. Your very own signature.
Your name was forever scrawled into Steve’s skin and then, it hit you. Your climax took you by complete surprise. Your entire body went stiff. A pained noise came from you and you shattered all around his cock. Fingernails dug into your palm and you stared at your name in cruel ecstasy.
Steve fell too. You could tell from his thrusts getting wild, falling out of sync. You could tell because he swore out, clenched his face and held your thighs tight to his chest.
Pumping deeply into you while your body milked him for everything he had to give.
Making him merely a man in that moment with you.
Up on his headboard, you were tightly secured and would soon have bruises from arching up against the silk tie restraining you. Unable to do anything but feel and accept what your king was giving you. On your back. In a bed that past kings had slept in.
None of which was lost on you.
Not as your body felt leaden, filled with molten hot lava. Limp. Your secret garden continued to suck him in, clench around him and spasm, making your eyes roll up in your head, your body dig into his bed and words fall from your mouth.
In a most dignified sort of manner, your king humped into your body like a jack rabbit, chasing the last vestiges of his climax with coral wet lips and dark honey hair now damp with sweat.
A sight for your satiated eyes.
“Let me call my mother in the morning.” You breathed out slowly, as if figuring out how your lungs worked once more after a marathon. Your words making Steve still above you. Though your cunt did not. It twitched around his royal girth and you met his gaze from on his pillows. “Tomorrow you can have Maria release a statement saying whatever you want. Just let me tell my parents myself. They should hear from me that I’m not coming home.”
Whatever wind that may have held up his sails had clearly been withdrawn.
Almost tenderly now, Steve leaned forward to quickly loosen the silk around your wrists and free your hands from his headboard. Stretching out his long powerful body above you. Flushed red now. Glistening. Though he left his tie there. He remained inside of you too. Filling you and stretching you full.
Gently, he pushed your legs down until they wrapped around him and he was able to rest his weight most carefully on top of you. Pressing wet kisses to your nose, your cheeks and chin. Worshipping your face with delicate touches and caresses.
“I’ll fly them out here whenever you want. When we get back from Switzerland, I’ll have them waiting for you.”
Softly you answered, reveling in his softness now that your body had been given her reward, her treat, her pleasure from his roughness. Smelling the musk of his sweat and feeling the wet glide between your bodies.
Leisurely, your hands found their way up his muscular arms to his shoulders. “You know what I mean. I won’t ever be their daughter again. I won’t ever be Wanda’s roommate. I’ll have to quit my job. Nothing will ever be the same.”
Those words, well, they settled uncomfortably in him.
All of them were true.
You would be giving up so much. He would have to make sure to take care of you even more so, keep a closer eye on you. He would need to have a talk with his mother come morning.
“That’s true,” Steve softly conceded, rubbing his nose along your own. Barely grazing his lips over yours. A hint of a tongue touched you before his breath danced over your mouth. “We would be together though. Finally together. You. Me. Not hiding anymore.”
Speaking of hiding.
That word alone had you pulling away from his mouth to lean to the side, to get a look down at his Adonis belt. At the alluring groove that led down to his pubes where your name was now in black.
Nay, your signature.
As if sensing what you were after, your boyfriend tilted up a smidge. Enough for you to see but not enough for him to leave your body. Pray tell that couldn’t happen.
“When did you do this?”
“Do you like it,” Steve asked, as if your opinion mattered. Which was laughable considering how permanent it was.
He’d literally took your signature and had it tattooed on his body.
“Of course I love it. Now you have a part of me on you all the time.” An incredibly modern take on Steve’s royal jewel gift thing, but in reverse you thought. Then grinned as it sank in. “I can’t believe you did it though.”
Why wouldn’t he have done it?
Steve hadn’t thought twice when Maria had gone on about getting her late mother’s writing tattooed on her side, in a lasting forever tribute. Having your writing on him at all times had been an idea that hadn’t left him. Not until he’d had a tattoo artist praised for their work brought to the palace late the other night.
He wasn’t even going to lie, king or not, there was something downright satisfying about having something like this hidden on his body from all. Known only by you and him. A secret only for you two.
Bringing him right back to the thought that the biggest secret the two of you shared would soon be out.
Soon it would be public knowledge and that had Steve brushing his fingertips over your cheeks, kissing the swell of your cheekbone and moving ever just so to make a small moan come from you. “You’ll never regret this. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. I’ll devote myself to making you happy. You’ll never regret becoming my queen.”
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(SA)
"To think we're celebrating your coming of age once again princess. Although whether fifteen or a hundred we never miss a chance to spoil you." Pluto said smiling as each of the Scouts took turns dancing with Mirabel after Antonio changed her shoes and had the first dance.
"A hundred?" Mirabel asked raising an eyebrow curiously at her.
"Of course. You're a reborn soul like the rest of us my dear. I believe this is your fourth reincarnation and all together you're a hundred years old. The only one younger than you is Antonio at twenty this year, and even then he's only on his second reincarnation." Pluto said and Venus laughed.
"Oh man don't remind me. Remember her last reincarnation and how thrilled she was to find out she had a baby brother? I swear her squeal deafened Artemis and Luna!" Venus said and the two feline advisors grimaced in rememberance.
"She did deafen them actually. I had to use twilight Healing on them." Sailor Moon said smiling fondly as she stole Mirabel from Setsuna to dance.
"Wait...our souls are really siblings?! And you're the mother of our soul? Is that why I always felt close to you?!" Mirabel asked wide eyed and Moon laughed as she kissed her head.
"Ay my baby girl. I thought that obvious with how I've been calling you both my babies since we met again.," Moon said smiling fondly at the girl who gaped a bit but then smiled widely and threw her arms around Moon.
"There's a reason your senshi title is Mini-Moon princess and why he's called the Lunar Prince." Mars said amused even as she let Antonio sweep her into a slightly awkward due to the size difference dance.
"And the reason you're closer to Setsuna is because she is your bound godmother, while Michiru is Antonio's." Moon said chuckling and glad her daughters special day was an apparent success.
SHE WOULD SQUEAL <333
Rip Artemis' And Luna's ears <3 but yeah, once Antonio came around, she was. So excited. She was practically bouncing off the walls. Took all the scouts to keep her from practically exploding with excitement.
As soon as Antonio was in Usagi's arms, she was attached to him. She thought he was the best thing since sliced bread. And she finally had a younger brother, so she wasn't the youngest!
Also. Since Antonio is technically 20. After he found out, he constantly brags about how he's older then Camilo and Luisa 💀 He totally pulls rank on them
ALSO PLUTO AND NEPTUNE BEING THEIR GODMOTHERS??? ❤️❗️❤️❗️❤️❗️
Antonio and Mirabel after finding out their real ages and being able to pull rank:
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lucy90712 · 2 years ago
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Jorge Martin- Be mine forever
A/n: this is going to be the start of a mini series where there will be two parts for proposals, weddings and honeymoons so hope you guys enjoy 
Jorge's POV
Here we are yet another weekend where y/n can't make it to the race and god do I miss her so much this race had been a double header so I haven't been home in between and its killing me. Y/n couldn't make it to the first race because she had work but she said she would try and come this weekend but things just didn't work out as they really rely on her at her job so it makes it hard for her to get away. In fact she's only been to 3 races so far this season with all of them being in driving distance of where we live which has been hard on us both because I'm away so often that we don't spend a lot of time together but I know she desperately wants to come to more races its just she can't get away from work. I know she feels awful about it because she is always apologising even though it's not her fault and I don't mind that much I just want her to be here because I miss her every weekend she's not around. 
It's Saturday evening after qualifying and everything is done and technically I'm with my friends but I keep checking the time waiting for it to be the time that y/n will be home so I can FaceTime her and see her face. They must have noticed I was distracted because suddenly the room went silent and Jack waved his hand in front of my face which brought me back to the real world. Once I was back in the room they continued talking but I still wasn't paying too much attention as I was still thinking about y/n and what she might have done today or how ecstatic she's going to be that I got pole position as she always knows whats happening on track even if shes not watching. Finally it got to about the time y/n would be getting home so I waited for the current conversation to end before I tried to excuse myself. 
"Guys I'm gonna go y/n should be home soon" I said knowing they'd understand 
"You really miss her don't you?" Pecco questioned
"Yeah its hard not having her here I feel like I can't celebrate properly because the one person I want to share it with isn't here" I replied 
"Wow man thats real love" Jack said 
"She's the one I want to spend my life with oh my I want to marry that girl" I said while realising it for myself 
No more words left my mouth I just ran out the room and to my motorhome to gather all the millions of thoughts going through my mind. For a long time I've thought about marrying y/n but never seriously even though I love her so much it just seemed like something for the future. However talking about how much I wish she was here made me realise that I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with her like she is my future thats for certain and of course I would love to still be racing in years to come but if I'm not as long as I have y/n I'll be ok. In that moment it seemed obvious that I need to get myself together and actually propose to her as nerve wracking as that seems I know it will be the right move and a good next step for us to take.
When I picked up my phone to call y/n there was a a much bigger smile on my face than usual which she picked up on right away but I lied and said it was because of the pole position which seemed to satisfy her as she went on to talk about how proud she was of me. I tried to ask her about her day but she answered all my questions in just a few words before moving on to talking about the race tomorrow which she said she would be watching while working from home. The whole time we were talking all I was thinking about was marrying her and spending the rest of our lives together. The thought of getting to see her smile first thing in the morning and cuddling last thing at night for the rest of our lives was like a dream to think about but hopefully I can make that a reality. Y/n knew that my thoughts were elsewhere I could just tell but she definitely doesn't know what I am thinking about or at least I hope she doesn't because when it happens I want it to be a complete surprise although I don't have the best track record of keeping secrets from her but this one will be worth it.
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It's been a few weeks of being at home with y/n which has been the best thing ever and I have a new spring in my step for this next race not only because I'm excited to be back racing but also because I have other plans this weekend. Seeing as y/n isn't going to be here I'm going to use the opportunity to go out and buy an engagement ring. Since I first thought about proposing it hasn't left my mind and secretly I've been looking at rings online to try and find some that would be perfect for y/n but so far none of them seem right but this weekend I'm determined to find something special that will be perfect for y/n. I have also stolen one of y/n rings that's she sometimes wears on the correct finger on her right hand so that I can get the size right but she did ask me if I'd seen the ring before I left so I need to do this quickly before she gets suspicious.
Now that I'm done for the day I've roped some friends into going with me to a list of jewellers I gathered from looking at Google, I was going to go alone but when I mentioned it they wanted to come along and I thought it was best to have a second opinion so that I don't get carried away. They met me outside my motorhome and we got a car to the nearest town where we could walk to all the places I had looked up but that's when I got nervous because this is a big deal to pick an engagement ring. I mean what if find something I think is perfect and she hates it or what if she says no and then I have a ring that hold nothing but bad memories. We have talked about getting married before but it was when we had not long started dating and at the time we both said we wanted to get married in the future but is now the right time for her or will she have changed her mind completely. Despite trying to stop myself thinking about that it didn't work and all that was going through my mind was scenarios of everything going wrong. 
"There's no need to be so nervous dude I'm sure she'll love whatever you pick because it's from you" Fabio reassured me clearly noticing that I was stressing about everything 
"That's the least of my worries what if she says no?" I questioned 
"You definitely don't need to be worried about that we can see the way she looks at you and I'm sure the other guys agree there is no way she will say no" Fabio said as the other guys agreed 
"Thanks guys that helps but for the record I'm still nervous" I joked 
They all shook their heads as we arrived at our destination and got out the car to head into the first jewellery shop, from the outside the place looked small but when you went in it was packed with display cases filled with all sorts of sparkling jewellery. An older lady greeted us when we came in the door and asked what we were looking for and when I told her she led me to the back of the place to a large display case with a load of beautiful rings in and then she showed me another smaller one with more rings in it. That's when I saw one that just stood out to me it was a gold ring with a string a 3 tiny diamonds leading to a slightly bigger one but it wasn't too big. It was so delicate but classy at the same time and it wasn't too flashy which is what I've been looking for as y/n doesn't like to stand out so any jewellery with big stones on it isn't her style at all. 
As much as that ring stood out I wanted to make sure what I picked was perfect so we left and went to all the other jewellers I had found but all of them just had rings with bigger and bigger diamonds on them and even the ones that didn't just didn't seem right. The whole time I was looking at the other ring I was comparing them to the first one which is how I decided it was the perfect ring for y/n, I knew that when I found the one it would stand out and it really did that ring was like no others I've seen anywhere which makes it even more special. By this point the guys were bored but I made them go back to the first jewellers with me as they didn't get to see the ring and I wanted their opinion before I committed to it even though I'm pretty much 100% sure it's the right one. We went back and the lady said hello to us again as I went right back to the small display case that held the ring and showed the guys eagerly awaiting their opinion, luckily they all thought it was y/n's style which settled it. 
Before I could ask the lady running the place for her help she came over clearly able to read my mind, she asked if I knew what size I needed the ring so I grabbed y/n's ring out my pocket and gave it to her so she used it to get the right size before going into the back of the shop and coming back with a little black box and showed me the ring inside which made a smile spread across my face just looking at it. The lady explained that the ring was one that had been ordered over a year ago but never picked up but it was the exact same size as y/n's ring and the lady kept it the whole time as she was sure it would sell at some point which happens to be today. That made it really feel like the right decision it was like everything had fallen into place perfectly which is what I was looking for when picking a ring it needed to be perfect and this one really is. 
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Your POV
Holidays are supposed to be a time to relax and now that it's Jorge's off season I was excited to take some time off work and spend time with him after not seeing him much for a good part of the year but he just seems off. The whole time we've been away he's just not been himself it's like there is something bothering him but he hasn't brought it up so I'm not going to ask him about it as he always shares things with me so he's clearly just not ready to talk about whatever it is yet so there's no point pushing him. I would be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little worried about him though because I've never seen him act like this in the whole time we've been together and a small part of brain can't help but worry that maybe he's fallen out of love with me when I'm more in love with him than ever. For the last few months I've fallen more and more in love with Jorge every time I see him and I've even been thinking about wanting to spend the rest of my life with him so if he really is falling out of love that would be devastating. Loving someone has always been hard for me but it didn't take long for me to feel that way with Jorge which is how I knew he was the one for me but that feeling has really intensified over the last year to the point that I don't think I could ever love someone as much as I love him. 
This morning I woke up to an empty bed which right away made my heart sink but before I could get too carried away Jorge opened the door to the bedroom and gave me the first genuine smile I've seen from him the whole time we've been away. Right away he crawled on top of me and showered my face in kisses which brought a blush to my cheeks and butterflies to my stomach which he still manages to do despite us having been together a few years now. Once he was done he rolled back off me and slid his arms under my back which he used to pick me up and place me over his shoulder making sure I was ok before moving his arms further down my body and gripping on tightly as he walked into the living area of the beach house were were staying at. He carried me until we got to the sofa where I thought he would gently let me down but no he leaned over and just let me fall which didn't hurt because the sofa is soft but it did take me by surprise. 
He made me stay sat down as he went to make finish the breakfast he had started making so I took the opportunity to look out the back door out at the beautiful view from the beach house. The sun was still rising to its position in the sky but the sky was still a beautiful blue colour and there was hardly any clouds in the sky. Through the balcony you could see the water which was quite far out but the there were still small waves gently splashing against the shore in a calming rhythm. Jorge soon took me out of my daydream when he came in with a breakfast of waffles for us both which I gladly took from him and tucked in to as he sat down next to me joining me in looking outside at the view. Once we finished eating he took the plates and put them in the sink for us to deal with later before coming back and pulling me up so we could change into swimsuits and go and sit out on the beach like we have done every other day we've been here. I stupidly decided to wear a bikini that required tying around the back where I couldn't reach so I had to wait for Jorge to be ready so I could get him to do it. 
"Baby can you tie this for me please my arms are too short" I said when he came out the bathroom 
"Of course love turn around" he instructed 
"This bikini looks stunning on you" he complimented when he was done and I turned around 
"Thank you you look pretty good yourself" I replied running my hands down his chest and stomach gently making him blush 
I kept teasing him a little bit before he decided he wasn't going to take it anymore and pushed me down on the bed and started tickling my sides where I'm the most ticklish which got rid of the smirk I had on my face within a second and instead left me laughing while begging him to stop because I was running out of breath. It took a few minutes for him to stop but eventually he did and he let me catch my breath before leaning down and kissing my lips gently and then pulling away to offer me a hand to help me up which I took and kept hold of as we walked out the back to the beach. The beach was relatively empty because only the set of beach 10 or so houses have access to it so there is never many people which is exactly what we both like because we spend a lot of time surrounded by people so it's nice to get away. Me and Jorge set up our towels and other things in front of our beach house and as far away from everyone else as possible. 
We laid under the sun together for a while with me laying on my stomach reading a book and Jorge doing the same but with his arm around me and watching me read even though he definitely has no idea what's going on. After I finished a chapter he asked me what was going on in the book so I explained the storyline which he listened to and then started reading with me when I started the next chapter. We read together and when it got to a good part of the story he audibly gasped which made me laugh as he talked to me about what just happened as if I wasn't also reading the same thing as him but we talked about it nonetheless before going back to reading. I closed the book at the end of the next chapter which he was disappointed about but when I got up to drag him to the water he cheered up very quickly. 
When we got the the water he pulled me in behind him until we got far enough out that my feet couldn't reach the floor any longer which is when he grabbed hold of my waist and spun me round as he pulled me to his chest. He just stared into my eyes for a while before kissing my nose and letting go of me so we could actually swim around which we did and it was super relaxing as the water super warm from the sun and the waves were only small so it made swimming a lot easier. At one point I stopped swimming and saw Jorge laying on his back floating looking very relaxed and the mischievous part of my brain took over so I quietly swam over and splashed him taking him completely by surprise and making myself laugh. He quickly got me back by trying to push me under the water but I saw it coming and pulled him down with me which meant when we came up we were both laughing at each other like idiots. 
After spending most of the day out in the sun we went back inside and Jorge told me to get ready to go out for dinner which of course I did because we haven't been out together in a long time as we are often too tired to go out anywhere. Luckily I brought a few nice dresses with me incase we went out so I looked through them and decided to wear a black dress with long off the shoulder mesh sleeves which I haven't actually had the chance to wear out yet but I thought it looked pretty good when I brought it. I got ready quickly doing simple makeup and leaving my hair pretty natural just touching up a few bits to make it look neater before putting on my dress and checking myself out in the mirror before I left the bathroom to find Jorge. He was waiting for me in the living area looking at his phone so I called him name to let him know I was ready which made him turn around and I watched his jaw drop as he looked at me which made me blush knowing he thought I looked good. 
"Take a picture it will last longer" I joked walking toward the door to grab my shoes 
"Sorry babe but I can't help but stare when you look so stunning" he admitted 
"Why thank you you look nice too" I said 
No more words were said he just grabbed my hand and we walked to the nearest restaurant which was only about a 5 minute walk. The place wasn't busy so when we got our table there wasn't really anyone else about which made it easy for us to talk to each other during our meal. While we were eating I noticed Jorge get nervous again and I could tell he was nervous because he was fidgeting a lot which is what he usually does when he's nervous for a race. It was kind of sad to see him go back to the way he's been acting because I really enjoyed today with the normal happy Jorge not the one that doesn't say a lot and doesn't want to be as affectionate as he usually is. 
Once we finished dinner he took me down onto the beach to walk along the sand enjoying the last of the sun before it disappeared over the horizon leaving the sky to grow darker and darker the longer we walked for but there was still light from the stars and moon shining in the sky. It was actually really romantic it's just a shame that Jorge had gone back to thinking about other things leaving me feeling like it was just me living this moment by myself. As we walked along I felt Jorge's hand slip out of mine which I ignored for a moment but when I couldn't feel his presence I turned round to see what was going on, I did not at all expect to see him down on one knee holding a box containing a ring. He reached out and grabbed my hand with his spare one looking up at me and suddenly everything made sense and I understood what has been going through his mind all week.
"Y/n I've never felt happier than when I'm with you and it made me realise that there isn't a single other person I'd want to spend the rest of my life with so will you make me even happier and marry me?" He asked 
"Y-yes" I managed to stutter out while holding back tears of pure joy 
He slipped the ring on my finger and stood up placing his hands either side of my face and kissing me sweetly. When we pulled away he rested his forehead against mine for a moment before properly pulling away and taking my hand so we could walk back home. It was only when we got inside and I looked at the beautiful ring in my finger that it really sunk in that we were engaged and I would be spending the rest of my life with Jorge just like I've been thinking about doing for the past year. In that moment nothing would have taken the smile off my face I was just that happy to be engaged to the love of my life.
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