#wants it to be remembered better than any official chanel.

[the-weeping-dawn]

I'm not reposting the voice Shadowdark opening line just so I don't loose it via being untagged again.

[kpop-zone]

Dating High School Blackpink

Jisoo

The valedictorian

She’s by far the most ambitious girl in school

All the high school drama couldn’t be more unimportant to her

She’s only focused on her studies

And on making her report card look better by joining strategically clever extracurriculars

She only keeps a small number of friends really close

Although she still treats the other students politely and helps them out wherever she can (resulting in her being the class president every year)

But she never really lets any of them close

That’s why you were really surprised when you learned that you had caught her attention

You had been in love with her ever since you started high school

But you had never dared to talk to her because she’s not so lowkey scary

There had been countless others who had tried to woo her

Because despite being a huge nerd, her beauty and unapproachability intrigued everyone

No one ever had a chance with her though

She simply ignored their advances or politely turned them down

So you didn’t even bother to talk with her

But one day in class, she came to talk with you

Your teacher had told you to find a partner for your final project

And suddenly Jisoo popped up in front of you

“Do you want to be my partner?”

Her question had totally caught you off guard and you stared at her with an open mouth

After embarrassing yourself for another painful minute, you eventually managed to shake off your trance and accepted her offer by simply nodding your head

“Ok, great. Meet me in the library after your classes end.”

Without awaiting your answer, she walked away but you wouldn’t have dared to disagree with her anyways

Therefore, you nervously made your way to the library after your classes had ended

Jisoo was already sitting at one of the tables, waiting for you with her school supplies neatly placed in front of her

She didn’t waste any time before starting with your project

Although she seemed to be trailing off several times while you were working

“He was involved with the Medici. They are from Italy. Do you like Italian food?”

You hadn’t expected her to ask you such personal questions, but you didn’t question her method and answered everything without hesitation

It wasn’t until two weeks later that you just weren’t able to ignore Jisoo’s weird behavior any longer

You had wondered right from the start why she had asked you for daily meetings although she seemed to know everything about the project already

Your confusion reached its peak on your last meeting one day before the deadline

Jisoo was completely out of it, fidgeting about on her chair and rambling about random things

“Are you ok? Are you nervous because of the project?”

You asked concerned but Jisoo immediately shook her head

“No, we’ll get an A. Do you want to go on a date with me?”

She blurted out, managing to catch you completely off guard

But you couldn’t say that you didn’t find her straightforwardness extremely attractive

Therefore, you -of course- said yes

The two of you agreed that she would pick you up at seven the same day

She ended up arriving five minutes early at your house and introduced herself to your parents (because she’s a classy girl), managing to woo them in a matter of seconds

After you had left your house, she managed to surprise you another time

You had thought that she would go with a safe choice -having dinner or watching a movie- but instead, she took you stargazing and prepared a fancy picknick with homemade food

And you fell for her even harder, so you didn’t hesitate when she asked you for a second date...and then a third and then a fourth...

On your fourth date she finally confessed to you that she had been in love with you forever

But just like you, she had been too shy to tell you

When the teacher had asked you to pick a partner though, she had decided to grab the chance

So she had used the two weeks that you had to work together to find out more about you and to plan the perfect dates (which she had clearly nailed)

You were completely enraptured by her confession

Therefore, you didn’t even need to think when she asked you to make your relationship official

And ever since, you are a dream team

You are a well-balanced couple

Although Jisoo is still very focused on her studies, she never neglects you

She always makes sure to have enough time for you and never stops being the most charming person on earth

Even though you are already hers, she still takes you on fancy dates and flirts with you as if she still needed to woo you

“Excuse me? Have we met before? I feel like I’ve seen your face before... Oh yeah, I remember now. It was in the dictionary next to the word ‘gorgeous’!”

She will hit you with pick up lines like that out of the blue

You always roll your eyes because of her cheesiness but secretly, you enjoy it

Jisoo also helps you to study

You had never been a terrible student, but sometimes you lack motivation

Your girlfriend has plenty of ways to motivate you though

“I will give you a kiss for every exercise that you solve correctly.”

So, since you started dating Jisoo, your grades had gotten exponentially better

In return for your girlfriend’s assistance, you help her to ease up a bit

You force her to accompany you to parties and to go out with her friends more often

She always whines, but in the end, she’s grateful that you managed to lure her out of her room

Everyone else is jealous of your perfect relationship

Never had the two of you ever been caught fighting

You even got voted first in the category ‘Couple who’s most likely to get married first’ in the yearbook

Because you just look right together

Although Jisoo isn’t a big fan of PDA and at most, allows you to hold her hand in public, the two of you still manage to cause some agitated whispers every time you walk through the hallways together

Everyone simply wants to know how you managed to woo her

But just like Jisoo doesn’t care about the rumors about others, she doesn’t care about the rumors about herself either

She’s perfectly content with everything that she has

And you are perfectly content with everything that you have too

Jennie

The rich girl

She’s by far the most popular girl in school

Everyone who’s befriended with her is considered a cool kid

Her clique frequently makes the hallways its catwalk

Because all her friends manage to significantly upgrade their school uniforms with expensive accessories

Especially Jennie looks like she stepped right out of Gossip Girl

Her look is usually completed by a headband, a shiny brooch, and the newest Chanel bag

The moment she steps out of her family’s Porsche in the morning, the head of every single person in the school turns around

There are only two kinds of people on the planet: people who want to be like her and people who want to be with her

You belong to the second kind

Ever since you had first spotted her, you were head over heels in love with her

But of course, you had never dared to talk with her, because you weren’t considered a cool kid

You just stole secret glances at her like all the other lovesick fools at school

Until the goddess of destiny decided to let you find a grain of corn one day

You had agreed with your friends that you would meet in the stadium to watch the soccer match of your school team together

As usual, however, they texted you shortly beforehand that they would be late

So you ended up sitting all by yourself in the stands, grumpily waiting for your friends to keep you company

Just when you thought that you had to be the unluckiest person on earth though, everything turned to the better

“Are you all by yourself?”

You instantly recognized her voice and whipped your head to the side in lightning speed

Jennie was standing next to you with her friends lining up behind her

You were so shocked that she had noticed you that you weren’t able to utter a single word

But Jennie didn’t seem to mind

“I wanna sit here, guys.”

She said to her friends over her shoulder who sat down obediently

“Hi, I’m Jennie. What’s your name?”

She flashed you the most beautiful smile that you had ever seen, making you blush profusely, but this time you were quick to respond to her question to stop making a fool of yourself

“Y/N!”

You blurted out breathlessly and Jennie’s smile grew even bigger

“Nice to meet you, Y/N! Here, cheer with us!”

She pressed a banner and some pom poms that her friends had brought into your hands before starting to cheer for your school team

You were still completely dumbfounded by the fact that the Jennie Kim was sitting next to you right now, but didn’t dare to disobey her wish

So you started cheering for your team too, causing her to grin at you happily

Till your friends finally decided to appear, you were almost feeling like a part of Jennie’s friend group

She had made sure to introduce you to the others and to incorporate you into their conversations

And to your surprise they were actually a lot more approachable than you had thought

If you were honest, they seemed to be fairly normal teenagers

(except when they asked you if you would also attend fashion week next month)

The evening flew by and when it was time to go home, sadness overcame you because you were sure that you would never talk to them again

But everything came differently the next day at school

“Y/N! Come here! Sit with us!”

As soon as Jennie had seen you entering the cafeteria, she waved you and your friends over

Perplexed, you stared at her, but your friends pushed you into her direction

Everyone in the cafeteria stared at you as you made your way over to the cool kids and started to whisper behind your back

But Jennie didn’t pay attention to anyone but you

She patted the seat right beside her and continued to eat as if it were just a normal lunch break

From that day on, your friends and you had fixed seats at the table of the cool kids

They always waved you over during lunch break

And also started chatting with you when you ran into each other in the hallways like you had always belonged to them

Especially Jennie always seemed to make an effort to see you as often as possible

You didn’t really think much of it at first

Until your friends couldn’t take your obliviousness anymore and told you that Jennie was having a crush on you

You laughed at their ridiculousness, but in the following weeks you noticed that Jennie truly always acted a bit shy around you

You began to doubt your certainty that the Jennie Kim could never be in love with you, and you became a nervous mess around her too

(It was pure torture to watch the two of you for everyone else)

So your friends hyped you up until you finally had enough courage and asked her out for homecoming

You had never seen a happier person in your life before

Jennie smiled with her whole face and instantly agreed

The two of you became the talk of the night

But once again, Jennie only had eyes for you

She even fled the coronation of the homecoming queen

Because she didn’t want to dance with anyone else

So the two of you stole away and talked on the stairs in front of the school instead

You talked all night until more and more students left the dance and you figured that it was time to bring Jennie home

But before you could stand up, she stopped you

“Wait, there’s actually something I wanted to do before we leave.”

Expectantly, you looked at her and to your surprise Jennie suddenly leaned in

Your lips met and you completely froze until she pulled away when someone bolted out of the door behind you

You stared at her in complete shock, but Jennie just smiled at you

“Ok, we can go now.”

She held out her hand to you and you took it speechlessly

Together you made your way back home with your fingers intertwined

When you looked to the side, you could see that Jennie was still grinning from ear to ear and you started to ease up

Like two Cheshire cats you walked through the city, giggling sheepishly every now and then when your eyes met

And you were sure that you had to be the happiest person on the planet

Ever since that night Jennie and you are a couple

And you are allowed to see more and more of her world, realizing that people just had way too much fantasy

Not even half of the rumors that circulate about her and her friends are true

Jennie is not at all that scary, arrogant rich girl that everyone always makes her out to be

She’s just a normal teenager who tries to survive high school

Everyone had just put her in a box, because of her family’s money

She doesn’t think that she’s superior to others because of her family’s money at all though

Although you do have to stop her sometimes from spoiling you too much

Because whenever she sees something that she thinks you could like, she simply buys it

And when you’re getting food together, she always wants to pay

But you convinced her at one point to alternate because you want to spoil her too from time to time

Although she doesn’t really want you to spend a lot of money on her

“If you want to spoil me, then give me endless cuddles.”

She usually says and who were you to disagree?

Generally, Jennie is someone who isn’t too shy to show her love for you publicly

She always makes sure to keep you close by her side

As soon as you are together, your bodies are attached to each other in some way

Either your girlfriend will hold your hand, interlink your arms, place her hand on your leg or sit in your lap

Your friends always tease you about it when you go out together

But Jennie couldn’t care less

She loves you with all her heart and she wants everyone to know that you’re hers

Chaeyoung

The choir girl

She’s a sweetheart

Everyone knows her

And everyone loves her

Because she’s in a billion different clubs at school (she can’t say no...)

Cheerleading, prom committee, glee club, choir, creative writing club...

But her only real passion is music

In 99% of the cases when she’s not in class, she can be found in the choir room

Usually, she just strums away on a guitar or plays piano

Often she leaves the window open and her beautiful voice mesmerizes everyone on the schoolyard

The 1% of the time that she isn’t in the choir room, she can be found in the cafeteria

All the cafeteria ladies know her by name

And they are all whipped for her

She always gets an extra scoop or sometimes she even gets some special menu

And as her best friend, you enjoy the same benefits as well

You can’t remember a time that you weren’t with her

She’s your best friend ever since you can think

The two of you live in the same street

And grew up playing together

Ever since elementary school you also attend the same schools

So at one point in your live it literally seemed like you were seeing each other 24/7

That’s why you don’t really know when your relationship had changed

It was more of a creeping process

Even as children you liked to pretend that you were a married couple when you were playing

It was also normal for the two of you to hold hands wherever you were going

Therefore, you can’t really tell when you turned from friends to lovers

Neither of you were simply ever interested in anyone else

And when you moved on to middle school together, everyone assumed that you were a couple

And you didn’t bother to correct them

It wasn’t until the end of middle school though that you actually kissed for the first time

You were having one of your many sleepovers

And all the pent-up uncertainty and emotions that both of you had been feeling finally reached their limit

So when you were facing each other on your bed and Chaeyoung’s gaze flickered to your lips, you just leaned in

It was just a short and sweet peck on the lips

But when Chaeyoung giggled happily afterwards, it didn’t fail to make a million butterflies erupt in your stomach

And you knew that this definitely would not be the last time

Since then you are officially a couple

Although you actually spend less time together ever since you transferred to high school

Because both of you have quite busy schedules

That did not change the importance that you have in each other’s lives though

Chaeyoung is still the first person that you tell every important and not so important thing in your life and vice versa

And both of you are still completely uninterested in anyone else

Although there are of course a lot of jocks who want to woo Chaeyoung because she’s the captain of the cheerleading squad

But she is always quick to turn everyone down

Managing to break a lot of hearts in the process

Because she’s very bad at hiding the disgust in her face whenever someone flirts with her

So you usually laugh away all the advances of her admirers

Plus, most students know that the two of you are dating anyways

After all, you are one of those annoyingly cute couples

You have lunch together every day and wait for each other after school to walk home together

Chaeyoung also holds your hand at all times or interlinks your arms

So sometimes it seems like the two of you are magnets

And someone who doesn’t know you would probably think that you had just fallen in love

Because everyone can see that you’re completely crazy about each other

Especially when your girlfriend surprises you with small, sweet gestures

When you have a test, for example, she always makes sure to slip your favorite snack into your backpack

Or she leaves random cute notes in your locker when you have different classes all day long

In return, you always visit her at the choir room to bring her snacks when she forgets time once again

Often, you also study there instead of in the library, because you can never get enough of your girlfriend’s voice

That’s also why you would never miss one of her performances

No matter whether it’s a singing, dancing or reciting performance

You are her biggest fan

Although Chaeyoung always gets really shy when you praise her afterwards

But of course, you end up praising her even more, just to see her blush

When the two of you are not at school, you usually like to hang out at one of your houses

Often you have “study dates” which are not really used for studying though

You always plan to study, but end up doing other things instead

The longest time you had ever managed to stay focused was 15 minutes

It’s just too distractive for the two of you to be in one room

Usually you end up talking or making out all day long

So sometimes you don’t even bother to bring your books when you go to Chaeyoung’s house

Why should you study if you could have a picnic with your girlfriend and her cute puppy instead or watch some stupid variety show together?

Most of the time your procrastination isn’t too harmful for your report cards either

So neither of you feels too bad for not doing what you were supposed to

After all, time that you spent together is never wasted

Because even after all these years, you could never get bored of each other

Every moment that you spend together is special

Lalisa

The troublemaker

The moment that you had met Lisa for the first time, you knew that she would turn your life upside down

She is not your average high school student

She is just there to have a good time

Theoretically, she is smart and talented enough to join countless clubs (like the Foreign Language Club)

But practically, that’s too much work for her

The same applies to sports clubs

It takes no genius to see that she’s athletic as hell

But she doesn’t like the pack behavior that comes with those clubs

The only activity that she had ever tried was cheerleading because dancing is her passion

But it was way too restrictive for her

She hated following the lame choreographies of her coach

Plus, there had been too much drama for her with the other girls

Many of them had been jealous because they couldn’t keep up with her

So, Lisa simply left the squad again

She just wants to get through school without any stress or drama

Although she unfortunately has the talent to frequently get herself in quite a lot of trouble

Her favorite offense is to fall asleep during her classes

And one of her gravest ones is accidentally blowing up the chemistry lab

She never means to cause trouble

But the frequency of her accidents has earned her a reputation as troublemaker

Therefore, it is no surprise that the two of you had met in detention for the first time

Your teacher had guided you to the gym where Lisa was already waiting

She had instantly caught your eye although she seemed to be a be a bit shy

“Lisa! Nice to see you here...again. You know the drill. Everything needs to be squeaky clean.”

Those were the words that the teacher had said before leaving Lisa and you alone

For a few awkward seconds, the two of you just stole sheepish glances at each other

But then Lisa eventually piped up

“What are you here for?”

She asked while grabbing a mop and starting to clean the old, smelly gym

“I punched a guy for stealing a kid’s lunch money.”

You replied casually, causing her to stare at you in surprise for a second

Eventually she managed to recover herself though and nodded impressed

“Dope.”

From that moment, the ice between the two of you was broken

And you started to chat while mopping the floors

The time flew by as you learned more and more about each other

You found that you had more in common than just your inclination to get yourself in trouble

Your taste in music was pretty similar and you could also not argue with Lisa’s choice of absolute must-watch movies

After a while, your punishment didn’t even seem so bad anymore

If you were honest, you were glad to be stuck in your school’s smelly gym right now

Subconsciously, you had even started to clean slower just so that you could spend more time with Lisa

But eventually, your teacher came back to set you free and it was time to part ways

Both of you hesitated to leave though so you figured that you should not forgo this chance

“Maybe we could meet up some day and watch some movies together?”

You asked Lisa as you stepped out of the gym and she looked at you with a wide smile playing on her lips

“I would love that!”

She responded happily and you could feel your heart fluttering in your chest

Quickly, you exchanged phone numbers before saying goodbye

The following days, you didn’t see Lisa at school though to your dismay

She also never texted

And suddenly you started wondering whether she had just given you her number because she didn’t want to be rude

You were already pretty sure of your theory when Lisa finally sent you a message after four days

That’s Lego

Attached to her short message was a picture of a kitten and you laughed because of Lisa’s randomness

But you couldn’t say that her strategy hadn’t worked

The ice was broken again and the two of you texted every day

You also met up at school and hung out between your classes

It seemed like Lisa had just been a bit shy in the beginning

Because now that you knew each other better, you could barely stop her from talking (not that you would have wanted her to anyways)

You also followed through with your plan to have a movie night

Although you didn’t really watch a lot of movies

At first, you got distracted by Lisa’s cats

Then you stumbled upon her impressive collection of photos that she had taken over the years

And finally, she tried to make fresh popcorn, but forgot to put a lid on

So, when you started with the first movie, it was already past 10 pm

Nevertheless, you considered the night a success

Rarely anybody on this planet had ever managed to make you laugh as much as Lisa did

And you loved that she had allowed you to see a part of her world that not everyone could see

Therefore, your first movie night was followed by countless others

You grew closer every time, but you still didn’t really know what the two of you were

So you gathered all your courage and asked Lisa one night

“What...are we?”

You were a little nervous because you didn’t know whether you would like her answer

But Lisa just kept slurping the ramen that she was eating as if you had asked a totally mundane question

“I’m your girlfriend, right?”

She replied nonchalantly while glancing over the pot at you, causing you to chuckle

“Yes. Yes, you are.”

Everything about your relationship simply exudes strong ‘chaotic neutral’ energy

When the two of you are together no one knows what to expect

Maybe you use your time efficiently and build a darkroom for Lisa or have a study marathon

But maybe you also drink 20 shots of espresso each to watch all Harry Potter movies in one sitting

Everyone who knows you thinks that you are a safety hazard together

But for some reason you still work perfectly fine

You’re both chaotic, but in different ways

So you balance each other out

And both of you also have the same goals

You don’t take school too seriously

But you still have big plans for your future, so you always make sure to have a decent report card

And help each other out when you are struggling

Because you believe in each other

You know that Lisa will be the most famous dancer one day

And she would drop everything at any time to help you achieve your dreams as well

Together, you are an unstoppable force

And you know it

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Kinktober day 27 - Exhibition

Can be read as voyeurism as well if you look at it from buckys pov lol! Should I make it a two in one? I'm flexing my writing muscles by writing mean Steve and soft Ransom!

Summary - You help your boss relieve some stress and Steve teaches Bucky a lesson.

Warnings - 18+ only, smut (m/f), name calling, mean Steve, sir kink, making Bucky watch, boss/employer relationship, sugar relationship, office sex, cockwarming, probably dub con.

Pairing - CEO!Steve Rogers x reader, Bucky Barnes x reader.

Word count - 2.8k

Masterlist is linked in the bio!

You narrowed your eyes, concentrating on your nails to get the perfect stroke of red paint on it - the color ‘berry red' Mr Rogers had picked out for you.

He pretended to be annoyed by your acrylics but you knew he had some sort of weirdly obsession or fetish about them. He loved staring at your hands, holding them so delicately in his, a stark contrast to how he had not-so-gently fucked you just minutes ago.

He absolutely loved kissing your little toes, making his way up your leg but that may just be his way of being an asshole who liked to test your patience.

The hissing sounds he’d make when you dug them in his shoulders or back was absolutely delicious. Even more so than looking at the aftermath of beautiful red marks scattered all over his back.

“Miss L/N,” you yelped, almost spilling your nail polish over your desk as you heard his voice on your intercom.

You cleared your throat before pressing the button to answer, “Yes, sir?”

“Come in here for a minute.” He rasped, his voice strain, almost as if he was holding some back.

You put your stilettos back on, carrying a note pad to write down whatever task he had for you - though you had an idea how this would go, or at least you hoped it would. Just the thought had you rubbing your thighs together.

You pushed his door open, “What can I do for you, sir?” you asked as you stood in front of him while he sat back on the leather couch, his legs wide open, his tie and coat discarded and his sleeves rolled up till his elbows. You wondered if he knew just how sexy he was. Holding up the notepad, feigning innocence and playing the part of the diligent assistant. You did sort of assist him in your own way.

“Come here and get on your knees. Help me relieve some stress.” He pushed back into the cushion as you laid the note pad on the coffee table and walked around it to him, kneeling in front of him you placed your hands on his knees.

“That’s a pretty color. Is it still wet?” he brushed his finger over your knuckle, careful not to touch your nail.

“Yes, sir.”

“Best not mess it up then.” He pressed his lips in a flat line. “I’ll have to do the work for you, like I always do. You’re such a spoiled brat you know that but it’s my own fault. I need to start being stricter with you.” He tutted as he took his cock out of his pants, pushing your head down on it.

You only grinned up at him. You couldn’t even pretend to be sorry, not when this boring slow workday just got infinitely better. You’d rather do this than take notes or attend another meeting.

You took his throbbing length in your mouth, choking as his tip hit the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. “Just relax your throat,” he reminded you as you swallowed around him, “remember what I taught you.”

You didn’t know the first thing about sucking cocks, especially ones that were as well-endowed as Mr Rogers'. He was uncharacteristically patient with you while he taught you and let you get used to him.

“Fuck me. That mouth of yours...” he groaned as threw his head back, holding your head down on his cock. It had taken so long to train you. But it was worth his patience when you fucked him so well with your hot mouth.

He tightened his hold on your head when you tried to pull away. He laughed as you looked up at him like a confused puppy.

“Just hold it in your mouth like that for a while till I get this work done.” He smirked as your eyes widened.

He loved testing your patience and giving you pushing your boundaries. Be it your favorite new fuzzy pink handcuffs he used to tie you to his bed, or a trip to an exotic country.

You whimpered around his length, drool dribbling down your chin onto your neck. “You can swallow if you want, sweetheart. But that’s it, if you try doing anything else you can kiss your orgasms, and that Chanel bag you’ve been whining about,” as if to prove his annoyance he rutted his hips up into your throat, making you choke on his length, “goodbye. Understood?”

You nodded and swallowed some of your dribble, you couldn’t really answer with mouth full of cock. Laying your head on his thigh, suckling around him like you would to a popsicle, he did say it was okay for you to swallow, you closed your eyes. Your mind hazy, in a state of calm you often reach when you were with him, you did vaguely hear the door open but you thought that was just your imagination.

“Holy fuck!” You snapped your eyes open as soon as you heard the foreign voice, “Sorry, Steve, um... I’ll just come back later,” You recognised the voice as Mr Rogers' best friend Bucky.

You cheeks immediately heating up upon being caught red handed. Your relationship with your boss wasn’t really a secret but it wasn’t something everyone freely talked about either. You were sure Bucky knew about it, of course he did, sir tells him everything, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing.

“No.” Steve said gruffly as you looked up at him with your brows furrowed, holding onto your head so you wouldn’t pull away. “Come in, Bucky. I need to discuss something important with you,” getting a firm grip on your head he pulled it back only to push you back down, “Sit over there,” he instructed, nodding towards the arm chair in front of him.

Bucky had no idea what the fuck he had walked into. He was into some freaky shit, having made love to more than one person at the same time more times than he could count. Never, in his thirty something years on this earth, did he think he'd watch his childhood best friend in such a scenario.

Nevertheless, he did as he was told. Laying aback, he was transfixed by your head bobbing up and down the loud squelching noise your mouth made on Steve’s cock, he couldn’t really see it but he had caught a glimpse of it in the locker room once. He knew it’d definitely be hard to suck. You seem to be doing a pretty good job at it from what he could tell by the little, strained grunts escaping Steve’s mouth.

He adjusted his crotch to make room for his erection and then felt a blush creep up his cheeks and neck, because he really shouldn’t get excited over something like this.

“Uh, Steve, um...” he couldn’t speak, what was he supposed to say? “What? I’m, I mean...”

“What happened, Buck? I thought you’d enjoy watching my girl while she was on her knees,” he gritted, finally pulling your head off of him.

You felt butterflies somersault in your tummy at being called his. He had never done that before. You looked up at him with your big doe eyes, proud to be officially his.

“Since you don’t mind ogling her,” he spat.

Bucky sat up straight, take aback, definitely not expecting such accusations and to be caught. He thought he was subtle about it, he did look at you and touch a bit too long for it to be considered appropriate. He flirted with you a bit more than he does with others, but that was only because you flirted back. He always assumed that it was harmless. You both weren’t doing anything wrong and Steve would never find out anyway.

With the way Steve was glaring at him with his jaw clenched tight and blonde brows furrowed together, he definitely regretted it..

...or maybe he didn’t.

Not if he was going to get a show out of it.

“Steve,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “Of course I looked at her. How could I not.” He growled, looking at your direction as you made yourself small by hugging Steve’s calf - wary of his intense gaze. “Besides she’s not yours.” he smirked as Steve’s jaw dropped.

“I just fucking told you she’s mine.” he dismissed him, looking down at you.

“Making her blow you at work and buying her tacky things doesn’t make her yours. That’s not how you treat a lady or did you forget everything your ma taught you?” he stated. “Really, doll? I think you can do better than him.”

Pulling you up by slipping his hands under your arms, he manhandled you till you stood up straight, your knees wobbly and sore. “Turn around,” Steve ordered and you followed, turning towards Bucky.

This did not go as Steve had wanted it to. His plan was to scare Bucky off, but he should’ve known his best bud would not go down without putting up a fight. His hands caressed and smoothed over your sides.

He pulled up your skirt, even though you feebly tried to fight his hands off, spreading your weeping lips with his fingers he gave Bucky a nice view of your pussy. “She’s got a pretty pussy, doesn’t she?” Steve gritted, studying his friend’s face.

“She definitely does,” he replied, arousal seeping into his voice.

“Shame you’ll never get to touch it,” he taunted, pinching your clit as you keened, holding onto his wrist, your thighs quivering. “She doesn’t wear any panties because I told her so. Bet she’s not wearing a bra either, are you, baby?” he asked, he knew the answer - he could clearly see it but he wanted to show Bucky.

“No,” you let out a shaky exhale as his fingers smeared your juices around your bundle of nerves, his finger nudging at your entrance before slipping in. You tried to hold back your moans, you really did, you were on edge with someone observing you like that but you couldn’t stay quiet. Not when he played you so expertly with his fingers.

But then he withdrew his hand, giving your ass a harsh slap, “No what?”

“No - no, sir,” you heaved.

“That’s right,” he hummed, playing with the patch of hair above your mould, “Now, remove your clothes. Hurry, I don’t have all day. I’m a busy man.” He sat back, letting you do the work for a bit.

You furiously shook your head, peering at your boss over your shoulder, pleading him with your eyes.

“Let’s give Bucky here a good look at you. What’s the point of having such a pretty slut if I can show her off from time to time. I won’t ask twice.” He stated, matter-of-factly.

And because you knew what happens when you disobey him, you followed. Wiggling your hips side to side to step out of your pencil skirt. Before undoing the buttons of your silk blouse and letting it slip over your shoulders. You were about to step out of your heels - mostly because they weren't not making this ordeal any easier.

“No, keep the heels on.” Bucky said. His tone not nearly as demanding as Steve’s but you listened anyway. A part of you wanted to please him. You shifted on one foot to other, left only in your Louboutins and the tiffany’s necklace and earrings Mr Rogers had got you when you first deep throated him.

“You weren’t kidding, Rogers,” Bucky praised, unabashedly looking over your nude body, licking his lips at the sight of your hard nipples. “Play with your breasts for me, doll.” He asked. He knew he couldn’t touch them, no matter how bad he wanted to, but making you do it was the next best thing.

Your hands travelled of their own accord, holding onto your heavy breasts and the massaging them, lifting them up before you rubbed both your nipples with your fingers, “Like this, sir?” you asked, as if you didn’t know any better.

Bucky felt himself almost burst in his pants, like a goddamn teenager when you said that. “Jesus, Steve, you really hit the lottery with this one.”

“Mm-hm,” Steve hummed, easing two thick fingers into your heat, his other hand squeezed your titts, you gasped and squirmed, trying to squeeze your legs shut while letting out little mewls. “She’s so responsive too.”

“Alright, baby,” he said, pulling his fingers out of you without giving you that sweet release, no he had much better plans, “Now, you’re gonna ride my cock like the good little whore you are. Can you do that?”

“No!” you panicked.

Because: A – he was hung like a horse. It was impossible to ride him while you were on top where you could feel all of him.

And B – you weren’t sure if you wanted to do that in front of another man, even if the idea sounded tempting, there’s no way you could perform under that kinda pressure.

Steve made a ‘tch' sound, shaking his head despondently “You’re making me look bad, princess,” he sighed.

“I - I’m just nervous,” you made the mistake of looking over to Bucky, the huge budge in his pants and his lust blown eyes and making you shiver.

“Don’t forget, slut, you wanted this.” He reminded you.

You clenched your eyes shut. You did. You had asked for a threesome with Bucky, because fuck he was almost as hot as your man, and Mr Rogers had spanked you raw as punishment. You weren’t able to sit for an entire week after that. You knew he wouldn’t say yes and were anticipating some sort of punishment so it was a win-win for you. You never thought he’d take your request seriously.

“I did,” you agreed.

Taking a deep breath, you held Bucky’s gaze, there nothing to be scared of or to be intimidated by, it was just Bucky, he seems to be the one who is taken with you. You hold the power here.

You lowered yourself till you were hovering over his hard cock, gripping the base of it and easing it into your cunt. Your movements slow and deliberate. If you did it properly there was no reason for it to hurt.

You sighed when he was fully sheathed inside you, putting most of your weight on his thighs and leaning back till his front was flush against your naked back.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight, no matter how many times I fuck you,” he rambled, drawing patterns on your clit as you wailed, the sensations wrecking havoc on your, already sore pussy. “Move, sweetheart,” he tapped on your hip, his tongue peeking out to lick a tear off your cheek.

You nodded and sniffled, you didn’t even realise you had started crying. Holding onto his upper thighs for support and looking back at Bucky you pull yourself up just a little bit while Bucky palms his cock through his dark jeans.

You set a steady pace, your breath hitching every time his head brushed against your cervix. Your titts bouncing in tandem with your hips.

“Such a good girl,” Steve kept praising you, trying his best to hold back his climax, there was no way he was going before you. Pressing kisses on your back, which was covered with a sheen of sweat, “You’re so good at doing what you’re told, baby, just a little more. Are you almost there?” he cooed.

You nodded, Bucky, your sir, everything around you slipped into a abyss as your orgasm washed over you.

He rutted his hips into yours, his sac slapping against your ass as filled you up with his spend as your pussy flutter around him. It didn’t take long for Bucky to follow, releasing in his pants soiling his briefs and his jeans. His groaning pulling Steve out of his haze.

Calling out your name, he pressed a kiss to your jaw, “Your work here is done. Go back to your desk, I have an important meeting with Bucky. You can take off early, I’ll see you at home.” He told you. “And you better not clean yourself up. I want you full you of my cum so you remember who the fuck you belong to.”

“Bu – but it’ll slip out! There’s so much of it!”

“Then you clench that pussy real tight.” He ordered you as you nodded, pulling his soft cock out of you, you contracted your muscles so none of his cream would spill.

Slipped your skirt and blouse on you headed for the door before coming back and collecting your note pad, “Oopsie,” you giggled, feeling their eyes on your behind as you swayed your hips and walked back to your desk.

You typed away at your desk and waiting for the day to be over. Maybe you could convince Steve to eat his cum out of you. If you could get him to give you an almost threesome you can definitely make him do that.

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[jentlemahae]

brands saw what bp have done as ambassadors and want to cash in on that with rookies but it’s too early for that. by the time the pinks signed fashion deals they had comfortably solidified their place at the forefront of kpop. they were used as style inspo and everything they wore sold out immediately. bp became global ambassadors 3-4 years into their career, and before they even signed they worked with others to see which brand fit best: lisa-prada, jisoo-burberry, rose-valentino (ysl and valentino literally fought over rose, she’s so iconic for that)

not only that, the pinks were “promoted” after working with their brand for a while and after proving they had significant impact for the brand. eg jennie was korean ambassador for chanel in 2017 and was “promoted” to global in 2019

you and anons are right, the problem with rookies is they haven’t been around long enough to have established themselves like that yet. there’s not really a standout 4th gen gg bc there’s no loyalty. fans switch once a new group debuts. this is a problem for ambassadorships bc there’s the question of longevity. yeah that idol is big now but will they still be in 3 years?

an example of this is a*spa. within months of debut they signed with givenchy, with a global title rather than korean first. at the time they were set to be the 4th gen gg, but i’m not sure if that’s the case anymore. they’re still successful but idk if they have the impact givenchy expected. was the “global” title jumping the gun before they’d earned it? (this is not shade at them btw, i love them dearly)

idt having a whole group as ambassadors for one brand works either. imo i think that’s why *** and LV fell through. they all have different styles so putting them all in the same brand was a weird choice. partnerships are better with individuals bc it has to reflect their personal style or image. this is why bp works (as pointed out by prev anon). this is also why kai and gucci works. it fits his style and he’s proven his longevity in k-pop. then he did well with them, so they promoted him, gave him a collab and he’s in global campaigns. w*nyoung and miu miu works too, it fits her vibe, i hope they do great things together

although bp weren’t the first to officially work with luxury brands, they’re the first to have each member be a global ambassadorship for a different brand. it seems n*wjns are next. but like you said, they’re too young to have any individuality yet. and as a group they have a very specific aesthetic and styling which i’m not sure fits the brands? it just seems brands are trying to snatch them up before anyone else does and that doesn’t bode well for a long term partnership

this is all very well put and i agree with everything !! bp’s massive hold onto the fashion world managed to exist in the first place cs their break into such industry was slow and gradual. nowadays groups jump the gun on so many things and “achievements���, and i think that’s actually detrimental to those groups bcs even though it’s nice now, i think it hinders their longevity and shelf-life. so many groups crash and burn imo bcs companies don’t give them the chances to find their own identity as a group first. honestly this is one of the only things i think yg did well with bp - their whole rise felt very genuine imo, they were allowed to be rookies first and a big name later. i think trying to position a group already as superstars when they’re still rookies is not a good idea (i remember i said this exact thing when a/spa went to coachella last year bcs besides the fact that i dont think they are coachella artists in the first place, it was too soon to have such big promo in the us)

[mandoalorian]

Rach could you please do something soft like it’s maxwells birthday and you and alastair plan a small birthday party ( just the three of you) and he is so overwhelmed with love he can’t believe he got so lucky after everything ❤️ then you tell him you’re pregnant.

Also no pressure to write you can totally ignore this 😊

Birthday Surprise [Maxwell Lord x F!Reader]

Warnings: pregnancy, allusions to sex, food mention, mention of infidelity/cheating, mention of poverty

Word Count: 3200>

A/N: It’s April 1st which means it’s officially Max Lord’s birthday! <33 Thank you for all the Max requests people have sent in over the past week. They’ve truly been a joy to write. & Thank you @supernaturalgirl for this lovely request. I hope you enjoy!

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Once upon a time, Maxwell Lord had these big, extravagant parties to celebrate his birthday. He’d host at fancy venues and it would be formal, strictly black-tie, and only the elite were invited. But the truth was, he was incredibly lonely. He had no friends, only colleagues and business associates. His wife would hang on his arm, wearing real fur, and Chanel couture earrings, parading around the room, flirting with other businessmen who might’ve been more successful than Max.

He didn’t like his birthday. Growing up, he didn’t celebrate much either. The Lorenzano family could barely afford to buy Maxwell new shoes or clothes that fit, so expecting gifts and parties was the last thing on his mind. Every year though, without fail, his mother would cook him a small cake and light a candle. “Make a wish, Maxwell.” she’d whisper. It was funny how things turned out.

And when he married for the first time, it was his wife who insisted on these big, luxurious celebrations with balloons and music. The attention was nice, sure, but it always felt like it was more for her than it was for him. He’d never say anything though. Just smile and nod. As long as she was happy. She sure seemed happy when Maxwell caught his wife with her tongue down another man’s throat at his 32nd birthday party. Thankfully, that marriage soon ended, and whilst Maxwell swelled with heartache for a good few months, better things were soon to come.

Like meeting you.

About a week before Maxwell’s birthday, Alistair was... hyper, to say the least. It was way past his bedtime, and yet he was bouncing up and down on yours and Max’s bed, clearly trying to get his father to leave the room.

“Daddy, could you go make me some french fries?”

Maxwell peeked up from his newspaper and furrowed his eyebrows together. His son’s question even ruffled you slightly, as you looked up from painting your nails and tilted your head slightly.

“Alistair, it’s eleven at night. No french fries.” Maxwell sighed before looking back down at his newspaper.

Alistair hummed, looking around the bedroom.

“Daddy, did you remember to feed Lady her evening biscuits?”

Maxwell looked up from his paper again, and stared at his son.

“I fed her this evening,” You said, trying to work out what kind of mischief Alistair was getting up to now. “Ali, is everything okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t it be?” The six year old replied, and well, it was a fair response. You and Maxwell exchanged a glance before getting back to your business. About ten seconds passed.

“Daddy, can you make me some warm milk?”

Maxwell sighed, this time dropping his newspaper completely and rubbing his tired eyes. “You don’t need warm milk Alistair.”

“But I’ll struggle to sleep without it.”

“I’ll go get you some,” you told the child, but Alistair quickly extended his arm, stopping you before you could get out of bed. 

“No mommy, you’re sick. Besides, I asked daddy.”

You blinked, taken slightly aback. Alistair was a sweet child with wonderful manners, that  much you knew, but even his decorum right now took you by surprise. He was speaking like a fully grown gentleman. Processing his words, you simply shrugged your shoulders before shuffling back into bed and getting comfortable.

Yeah, you’d been throwing up the past few days, in the mornings mostly, but you’d drawn it down to food poisoning. It was sweet how Alistair was seemingly looking out for your health. Maxwell’s gaze flicked between you both but, in defeat, he got out of bed and padded downstairs, into the kitchen to prepare his son’s bedtime beverage. Once he was gone, and you could hear him begin to steam the milk, you snapped your fingers to get Alistiar’s attention.

“Alright Ali,” you sighed, folding your arms across your chest. “What’s going on? Why have you been trying to get your dad to leave the room for the past...” you checked the time on the alarm clock which was positioned on Max’s nightstand. “Half an hour.” Gods he was persistent. Just like his father.

“We need to do something special for daddy’s birthday.” Alistair announced, and as he uttered the words, you already knew that there was no room for questioning him. He and his father were similar in that sense too.

“What do you have in mind?” you wondered out loud. You knew Maxwell’s birthday was approaching, despite your husband never talking about it. You hadn’t even thought of what to get him yet, which was a problem. 

“A party. But not like the ones daddy has for work,” Alistair explained, referring to the many galas Maxwell had hosted in attempt to gain sponsorship and investments for his company. “Like, a small tea party. Just us. All his favourite snacks and the birthday cake granny used to make him when he was a kid. I know it’s his favourite. And balloons and banners and streamers. I can draw a picture. And music. And—“

“Okay okay baby slow down, I see where you’re coming from,” you smiled, pulling Alistair into your lap. “And I like the idea. Do you know if your dad has ever had a small party like this before?”

“I don’t think so.” Alistair replied softly and you nodded in understanding.

“Well, we’ll have to make sure it’s perfect. We can start planning tomorrow morning when he goes to work, okay? But keep your mouth zipped tight Ali, it has to be a surprise.”

———

The day of Maxwell’s birthday started like any other. He left for work at 7:30, his driver waiting for him outside. He graced you with a quick peck on the cheek and told you he couldn’t wait to see you tonight. Now, Maxwell hadn’t uttered one word about his birthday in the past week, but even today, he hadn’t mentioned it. You’d planned on giving him his present this morning when he woke up, but your nerves got the better of you. 

You’d waited to give him this gift for a week already, you could at least wait a few more hours until he got home from work. 

At 9am, your best friend arrived with an abundance of helium balloons, birthday banners and streamers. At 9:30am, you tried to help Alistair pick out a smart outfit, although he was begging to wear one of his new Star Wars Ewok costumes. 

“How can you eat all the cake if you’re dressed as a massive teddy bear?” you asked the boy. He sighed, knowing that you had a point. 

Alistair looked adorable in his button down shirt and pants. You even fished in Maxwell’s closet to find a bow tie, hoping it would complete the look.

“I look like dad.” Alistair mumbled, fiddling with the wonky tie that you’d haphazardly wrapped around his neck.

“Exactly. You look wonderful.” you grinned, enveloping him into a massive hug. 

At 12, you figured it was the best time to begin baking the cake. But to do that, you needed the recipe. When you called Ms Lorenzano, your heart blossomed upon hearing the excitement in her voice.

“Oh darling! Hello! It’s so lovely to hear from you.” she spoke into the phone, and you could just imagine her smile on the other end of the line. It was identical to Maxwell’s. 

“Hello Ms Lorenzano,” you greeted, nervously curling the telephone wire around your finger. “How’ve you been?”

“I was just packing away my groceries. I got the bouquet of flowers you and Maxwell sent me yesterday. They look beautiful on my dining room table. Thank you, darling. They really lighten up the room. How is my son? Is he there?” Ms Lorenzano quizzed.

“Max is great, actually. He’s working at the moment but we were thinking about flying out to see you this weekend. If you weren’t busy? Alistair misses you very much.”

“Oh that would be wonderful! I’ve missed my little cherub so much. Let me guess, a big party planned tonight for my Maxwell’s birthday?” She beamed.

“Not quite. It was Ali’s idea to plan something small - a tea party of sorts. He was telling me about this vanilla frosting birthday cake you used to bake when Max was younger? And I was hoping you’d share the recipe with me. I’d love to try and recreate it… although my baking skills are nowhere near as good as yours.” you giggled. 

“That recipe has been passed down our family for generations,” Ms Lorenzano explained and you felt your heart sink into your chest. By neither law nor blood, you weren’t family. Would she really not give you the recipe? You’d been dating Maxwell for years now. And Ms Lorenzano did always say you were like a daughter to her… “Of course you can have it.” she smiled and you felt  a wave of relief wash over you as she began to list the ingredients.

“Thank you Ms Lorenzano, it was so lovely to speak to you. Max is gonna give you a call tonight. Take care, okay?”

“Okay darling. I send my love. Give Alistair a kiss from his ol’ granny. I will see you Saturday.” 

Now, the smart thing would’ve been to call over the house chef and have her prepare the birthday cake. At least then, it would be void of any errors. But this was strictly a Lorenzano family recipe and the last thing you wanted to do was to disrespect Ms Lorenzano and immediately give it to the house chef. So, you figured you’d give it your best go. At least then it would be sentimental. 

Maxwell was a fussy eater, only eating the most delicious and well presented foods. You weren’t sure if he’d even step a foot near this cake. As you stirred together the ingredients, something wasn’t right. It was lumpy and bubbling and -- no matter what, you just couldn’t seem to fix it. You called Alistair in, who had been colouring in a family portrait he’d drawn, to take a look, but of course, he didn’t know any better.

When the cake came out the oven, it was lop-sided and slightly burned. You figured it would be okay if you just covered it in the vanilla frosting and placed the sliced strawberries intricately on the top. But no. Luck wasn’t on your side today. The strawberries slipped off and the icing was uneven. At least you managed to put the cake on one of the fancy ‘special occasion’ plates. You could just tell Maxwell that it was made with love.

Ali helped you decorate downstairs, which proved to be a challenge. The rooms in Lord manor were extensively sized and tall, but you did your best. 

“Ali, I’m going to quickly get changed okay? Would you do me a favour and bring down your dad’s presents from upstairs? You could place them on the dining room table.”

Alistair nodded obediently and did as he was told. You went up to yours and Maxwell’s shared closet and looked around, trying to decide on what exactly you should wear. You opted on a beautiful, fitted champagne coloured dress that glittered in the artificial lighting. It was one of your favourite gowns and you had worn it last summer at one of Black Gold Cooperative’s charity fundraising events. You knew how much Maxwell loved it too. If Alistair was dressed in his father’s bow-tie, and Maxwell always looked presentable, there was no reason you couldn’t make an effort to look good too. Besides, you didn’t know how long you’d have left before you wouldn’t be able to fit into these dresses anymore.

You didn’t have long before Maxwell was due to finish work. You quickly style your hair and adjust your makeup, before padding downstairs and into the dining room. Just like you had requested, all of Maxwell’s presents were neatly piled on top of the table, courtesy of Alistair.

“He’ll be home any second Ali,” you said, handing Alistair a party popper and adjusting the cone shaped party hat on his head. Alistair was absolutely beaming, his big brown eyes twinkling like starlight as he anticipated his father coming home from work. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Alistair grinned.

“Okay. Good. Let’s go find a place to hide.”

Ducking down behind the stack of gifts, you waited for about five minutes in silence, until you heard the front door unlock. Alistair squeaked excitedly, hearing his dad come home and you bit your lip, quietly shushing him but unable to contain your own smile.

Maxwell was surprised when he came home. He wasn’t greeted like he expected to be. Normally, every evening after his shift, you and Ali would run into his arms and envelope him into a hug. The lack of running and hugs concerned Maxwell. The house was dead quiet, and he even found himself wondering if either of you were home. 

When he padded into the dining room and switched on the light, you and Ali jumped out and screamed in unison; “Happy birthday!”

Maxwell froze, his jaw dropping open and his eyes going comically wide. He was presented with an abundance of gifts, a decorated dining room, his son and girlfriend all dressed up, and a questionable looking cake with a wax candle stuck in the top. You and Alistair ran into Maxwell’s arms and hugged him tight.

“Daddy! Daddy! It’s your birthday! Look! We planned a surprise tea party all by ourselves!” Alistar squealed, tugging on his father’s arm.

“I- I- wow!” Maxwell gasped, genuinely speechless. You bit your lip and swayed your hips as you lovingly gazed into his brown eyes. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact the whole day was leading up to this moment, or perhaps just an imbalance with your hormones, but you had missed him so much. Just seeing him again made you want to weep in his strong arms. You loved him so much.

“Happy birthday.” you whispered, raising your hand to cup his face. He nudged his nose against yours and you kissed him sweetly. 

“You did all of this for me?” He asked after reluctantly pulling away, still in genuine shock.

“It was Ali’s idea.” you replied, letting your body lean against his. You rest your head into his chest so much so that you could hear the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You look… breathtaking, darling.” Maxwell hummed, his hand resting on the small of your back.

“Come sit down,” you said, taking his hand and guiding him over to the dining room table. “You have all these presents, and we have cake and music…” 

“The cake…” Maxwell pointed and quirking an eyebrow. “Is that… it can’t be…”

“It is, I called your mom for the recipe.” You confirmed with a nervous smile. 

“I-- don’t believe it. I haven’t had this cake since--”

“I know. Again it was Ali’s idea,” you informed him. Alistair looked bashfully proud as he anticipated the cake cutting. “I know it doesn’t look the best…”

“Are you kidding?” Maxwell asked, cutting you off. “This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Would you like to try some?”

“Would I like to try some?” Maxwell repeated incredulously. “Of course!”

You lit the candle and held hands with Alistair and Max as the two of you sang happy birthday. As Maxwell blew out the candle, you told him to make a wish.

“I don’t need to wish for anything. I already have everything I could ever want. Right here.”

Maxwell got a variety of miscellaneous gifts for his birthday. A porcelain statue of a dog, a small desk flag with his company logo on it, a basket filled with biotin supplements, and of course the artwork that Alistair had created earlier in the day. It was a beautiful crayon illustration of you, Max, Ali, and of course your cat, Lady Lord. Maxwell promised to frame it and put it on his desk at work. Little did he realise though, the best gift was yet to come.

Once Alistair was tucked into bed, you and Maxwell decided to settle down and have an early night. All the eating and dancing had exhausted you both. 

“Thank you for today,” Maxwell mumbled, pulling the zipper down your dress. His warm breath fanned over the shell of your ear and you immediately felt butterflies in your stomach. “Why don’t we go to bed, hm?” he asked, peppering kisses down your neck and along your shoulders. 

You knew what he was hinting at, and you wanted it too. Of course you wanted it too. But there was something you had to deal with first. You were so nervous but you knew it was now or never.

“I didn’t give you your birthday present.” you announced, turning around to look your boyfriend in the eye.

“Wh-- what do you mean? You didn’t need to get me anything. This was enough. You-- you, my love, are enough.”

You smiled, rubbing his bicep and finding yourself once again getting lost in his eyes. You took a deep breath and pulled him into the en-suite bathroom. Although confused, Max didn’t say a word, and instead, he watched you in silence as you unlocked the drawer under the sink. It was where you usually kept your cosmetics, but Max’s gift had been waiting in there for the past week, wrapped up in tissue. You took it out and handed him it.

You anxiously watched as he unravelled the tissue, only to be presented with a positive pregnancy test. Your positive pregnancy test. His eyebrows knotted together and you watched his Adam's apple bop in his throat as he swallowed. But then, only seconds later, his face softened and his eyes became glazed with unshed tears. “You’re… we’re…”

“We’re pregnant, Max.” you confessed, confirming his thoughts.

Maxwell choked up and wrapped his strong arms tight around you, squeezing you hard. “Oh my God, we’re really pregnant?”

“Mhm.” you giggled, as Maxwell pulled away and cupped your cheeks with his hand. He kissed you passionately and when he pulled away, his grin was ecstatic.  

“How long have you known?” He quizzed.

“A week.” you admitted.

“A week?!”

You swatted his arm playfully and shushed him. 

“I wanted it to be a surprise. We have a doctor’s appointment tomorrow, to confirm it and everything. But with the sickness and… I can feel it, you know?” You took his hand and placed it against your stomach. “I can really feel it.”

“I love you so much,” Maxwell smiled. “I love you so, so much.”

“Happy birthday my dear.” you replied, guiding him back over to the bed. “I love you too.”

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[frustratedpker]

“First day” [PKNA fic]

My first official fic, Camera 9 centered of course!

I told you I‘d do it! And I did it! Thank you wonderful humans for encouraging me to write this (you know who you are ♥)!

I ‘ll soon post it on AO3 once my account is set up! It’s my first time writing in english so please have mercy.

Summary: Camera 9′s first day at Chanel 00 from Stefan’s POV  / Rating: Approved for all audiences  / Words: 1829

His first day hadn't been bad so far.

Well, it hadn't been great either.

He had done some takes, visited a few locations, done a few scoops, nothing extreme, nothing he wasn't already used to. Also, he really liked -although he felt a little bit guilty for it- his new gear. It was the latest technology with really interesting functions. Still, nothing like his good ol' reliable camera, but since the Chanel provided it for free... Plus, this time he didn't have to carry the camera around. At least not with his hands.

Some colleagues had tried to talk to him earlier, probably curious about this quiet, new recruit but their friendliness and willingness to keep the conversation going had eventually faded mostly due to Stefan's laconic answers.

But what was he going to tell them?

That he had some canned beans for breakfast and a whole life to keep secret? That, after his shift ended, he would go back to an almost empty apartment?

Anyway, it didn't matter anymore. It was lunch break and everyone was too busy unwrapping sandwiches and catching up to the day's gossips. Stefan looked around. The Chanel 00 office room was buzzing with chatting reporters, stressed archivist and complaining technicians, all gathered in small groups around their desks. Many were leaving the room in twos and threes to go grab a coffee from the nearby shops.

Stefan had thought of going too, but quickly dismissed the idea. After all, he had already ate his lunch an hour ago when he took his break. The deserted and quiet alley in the side of the building had been more to his liking than any cramped main street coffee shop. At least he wasn't required to talk to the stray cats there. Or take off his gear.

Going back to the cameramen room wasn't an option either. They would all be gathered there, talking loudly and telling bad jokes, sharing the mishaps of the day. No doubt they'd notice him and start asking questions. Questions Stefan wouldn't be able to -or even want to- answer at this particular moment. Or any moment to be precise.  

��I'm Stefan, I just moved here after I got this job, I'm from Northern Calisota”. Stefan had well rehearsed this speech the night before but the will to actually use it had significantly decreased from the moment he went to bed - if his plain mattress could be called a bed. He now found this absolute anonymity as a great comfort, standing silently next to the wall of the crowded room. A lot of time had passed since he had been absolutely unknown. He was actually grateful that no one had asked. That he, hadn't given them any chances to do so. Unprompted friendliness wasn't something that he could deal with at this moment.

He, himself, had still so many loose ends to tie. It was only a week after all since he had arrived at Duckburg, found his apartment and this job. He was sure that he would get used to this new life sooner or later. But not just yet.

Ideally, he would have waited a month or so to settle down before finding any job. Just give himself enough time to discover the area, make his apartment look a bit more like a home, finally put his thoughts in order. Oh, so much had happened. But the bill wasn't going to pay itself and he had enough of canned beans. In addition, if he wanted to start over, he would have to move on. Even if it meant forcing himself to go out there.

That's how he, a stateless ex-photographer, found himself in an urgent need of a job when the Chanel 00 found itself in an urgent need of cameramen.

And it also happened that Stefan was more than just qualified for the job.

So, there he was! Monday morning, in the Chanel 00's crowded office room, also qualifying as a wall decoration after all this time he had been standing there.

Dan, the Chanel's director had asked him to wait for a moment before he assigned him his next task. He had vanished in the long corridor since and ten minutes had already passed.

So, Stefan could do nothing but awkwardly wait as reporters and errand boys would come and go. He had gotten some side glances and curious looks but no one had approached him. It didn't surprise him as he was the only cameraman in the room and also still wearing his gear.

That was another reason he liked it. He felt quite at ease with his face hidden by his helmet. Sure, he heard the other cameramen complain about headaches all the time but that wasn't his case. At this particular moment where he felt like a fish out of water, this physical barrier between him and the world was oddly comforting. Like a safe space where his thoughts could roam free. Plus, the dark glasses gave him the chance to observe without being seen, a fact that he found highly amusing. He wondered how many of his colleagues knew that the brunette reporter -Helen wasn't it?- was secretly dating Ross from the tech department or that the tall anchorman was stealing others' pens when they weren't looking. Oh boy!  And that was only his first day! Stefan smiled.

But where was Dan? It must have been fifteen minutes since he had left. Of course, he was the director. Anything could have come up, anything was more important than an insignificant cameraman in his first day. He nervously looked around. Should he wait some more? Should he go? But what if he went away and then Dan couldn't find him? Should he go find his boss, was that appropriate? Should he go and wait somewhere else? Oh God, not in the cameramen room! Would the other reporters think of him as an idiot, waiting without moving a finger for this long? Stefan sighed and tried to ignore that he was getting more anxious by the minute.

Thankfully, Dan appeared in the end of the corridor. Stefan relaxed as he saw the director coming towards him holding a bunch of papers which he presumed were the details of the next scoop. He was ready to make a step forwards when a voice interrupted him.

“Oh, Dan! There you are”

A tall, blonde woman appeared out of nowhere and approached the director with a quick step. She was holding some record papers which at once got Dan to examine under her worried gaze.

Stefan hadn't seen her before. She was wearing a white shirt and a pink blazer with matching pants. Her long hair was styled in a messy bun. An anchorwoman? That was possible. Stefan noticed the pens arranged in her shirt's pocket and the handwritten notes visible in the papers she was holding. A journalist? That was more likely. But why was she still working during lunch break?

The woman's gaze shifted from Dan to Stefan.

“Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt!”, she apologized with a nervous smile.

“It's fine”, Stefan said, realizing that this was the first time he had spoken in hours. Whatever these two were doing must surely be more important anyway.

The woman had left Dan to read the notes by himself and was now looking straight at him with a curious air. Stefan did his best to hide how awkward he felt while her gaze was examining him, head to toes. As if she was scanning him. She didn't look intimidating though, perhaps even sweet.

“Are you new here?”, she asked with a smile.

“Yes”, was all that Stefan could mutter.

There came the questions! He wished Dan could read fast enough so he could get his next scoop assigned and just go.

“Well then, welcome to Chanel 00! Perhaps we 'll get to work together sometime, I'm a reporter”.

She balanced her papers under her arm and extended her hand.

“I'm Lyla Lay”

Stefan reluctantly shook it.

And now to the dreaded part! It was time to introduce himself, he couldn't avoid it anymore. Somehow the speech he had rehearsed seemed so stupid now. Would she be okay with just a first name? She had given her last name so he probably ought to give his too. She had been really polite after all. But wouldn't she recognize him? As if anyone would remember him... Why was this making him so nervous?

Dan, who had meanwhile finished skimming through the notes, interpreted the silence and decided to spare his colleague from the new weirdo's shenanigans.

“Well Lyla, that's our new cameraman St-”

“Camera 9!”, interrupted Stefan firmly.

Yes, it finally clicked. That sounded so much better. He had started to like this number. Although a little bit taken aback, Lyla nodded politely.

“Nice to meet you then Camera 9! I look forward to working with you!”, she said as sweetly as she could and then turned to Dan to take back her papers, “are we alright with this?”.

Dan nodded. Lyla shuffled her papers, greeted them and disappeared as quickly as she had come, leaving them alone. Stefan looked at her direction for a bit, listening to her footsteps fade away. This one seemed a little better than the others working in the Chanel. Maybe a little too friendly but still professional and polite. It wasn't out of gossip that she had spoken to him. At least she had noticed him...

“Are you even listening Camera 9?”, Dan violently brought him back to reality by snapping his fingers in front of him. How he hated when people did that...

Dan gave him the details and left him alone in the now empty office room. Stefan took out his helmet. His coworkers were right, it does get heavy after a while. He would have to get used to it. One more scoop and he would be able to go home.

Now, whom was he assigned with? The reporters he had met so far weren't necessarily bad, just... indifferent to work with. The only good thing about them was that they were snob enough to leave him alone. Maybe he had been assigned with this Lay woman. He had already met her so he wouldn't have to worry about it. Still, she had seemed rather chatty and Stefan wasn't sure if he had enough energy for this right now.

Stefan's eyes reached the bottom of the page. Ah yes, there was the name. He hadn't met this reporter yet, although -even in those brief hours- he had heard his name being yelled across the corridors. He folded the paper, placed it in his front pocket and put his helmet back on. One more scoop... One more scoop and he could go back to his apartment to enjoy some canned beans in the quiet of his empty living room.

After all, how bad could this Angus guy be?

[bella-spil]

Carter Baizen Fluff Alphabet

Never written for Carter, but I’ve seen Gossip Girl, so I hope I did Carter justice.  Lmk how I did!  On my Masterlist if you want to check that out.

Attractive:(What do they find attractive about you?)

Your devious smile.  He likes how you always are a step of him, and he never knows what’s up next with you.  Your smile never ceases to charm him.  He never knows if your smile means you’re up to something or if something good happened, and he likes figuring out that mystery. Carter is always down to stir up some trouble, and with you by his side, you two are the ultimate power couple.  

Baby:(do they want to have kids?)

Yes, but no more than one, or maybe two.  He wants to focus more on his work and you, and he feels like kids might distract him.  But he did tell you once, while you were shopping, that he would have one kid with you.  A son, one that he can pass on his stories, good looks and charm too.  Also to teach him how to thrive in the City that Never Sleeps.

Cuddle:(how do they cuddle?)

He likes it when your head is resting on his chest, or when your head is laying on his shoulder.  When your head is on his chest, he likes how comfortable you look.  Same when its on his shoulder.  He just likes seeing your happy and content in his arms, knowing that your safe with him, not matter what trouble crosses your path, or whatever trouble you both cause.

Dates:(What are dates like with them?)

He will take you to the most expensive restaurants in the city.  Masa, Per Se, Kurumazushi, and Eleven Madison Park are the most frequent ones you go to.

Everything:(you are my ____ ex: my world, my life)

You are my diamond in the rough.  He still can’t believe he found you.  Out of all the girls in the Upper East Side, you managed to sweep him off his feet.  And you still can’t believe he fell for you.  Sometimes you have to pinch yourself, since you still think being with Carter is a dream.  You are his special diamond, the best one, that he found in a sea of jewels, just as good, but you stood out to him, for all the right reasons.

Feelings:(when did they know they were in love?)

He fell for you when he met you.  You met him at a casino, where he gambles a lot.  You were playing Blackjack against him, and you were able to get $5,000 bucks off of him.  It was like you knew what cards were coming next, and you kept getting Carters money, to the point that he was out of it.  

As he was complaining about losing his money, he was flirting with you, saying how if you were with him, you would make his pockets hurt.  Your signature smirk agreed with him, and Carter knew he was a goner.  He never met anyone like you, and needed you in his life.

Gentle:(Are they gentle and how so?)

Gentle isn’t a word I would use to describe Carter automatically.  But once he started seeing you more and more, he became more touchy with you, and opened his shell, for you to see what’s underneath.  He still does have a bit of an attitude though, but you deal with it.

He isn’t the sneaky, manipulative playboy that everyone in the Upper East Side made you believe he was.  He was a kind, charming and special human being.  Carter changed your mind about something: you never know what’s behind all the glitz and glam.

Hands:(do they like to hold hands?)

Now he does.  

When he grew up, he didn’t have the best relationship with his parents, which caused him to lose his trust fund and start out on his own, all from scratch.  His parents weren’t the nicest to him and never really gave him hugs, never held hands with him, or any physical contact at all

You held his hand once when you went shopping, and his immediate reaction was to jerk his hand away from you and ask you what your problem was.  But he immediately apologized once he realized the words that left his mouth and slowly explained why he wasn’t use to people holding his hand.  

When he told you, you automatically forgave him.  And you started holding his hand more and more often, causing him to get used to the feeling and grabbing your hand on his own.  And now he wants to hold your hand all the time.

Impression:(what did they first think of you?)

Carter thought that you were different, in a good way.  No, in an amazing way.  You weren’t like all those other spoiled rich bitches that he grew up with.  You were kind, smart and poised.

Jealousy:(do they get jealous easily?)

Yes.  He doesn’t like you around other rich men.  But this doesn’t happen often.  Most of the rich men are old and in their eighties, but you never go after them, no.  You go after their sons, only if you get into a fight with Carter.  You do it just to piss the crap outta him.  His fists always tighten, eyebrows always furrow and his jaw always clenched, getting the reaction you want out of him.

Kiss:(how do they kiss?  Who initiated the first kiss?)

Carter normally pecks you on the cheek or on the lips when you are both out in public.  When you are just with him is a completely different story though.  But, in both ways, his kisses always mean something, he never kisses you when he doesn’t want to.  He kisses you because he needs to.

Carter made the first move on you.  You weren’t expecting him to kiss you so intensely.  And it made you swoon over him even more.  It was so electrifying and intense, and just out of this world.

Love:(who said ‘I love you’ first?) 

Carter did.  It was about a month after you both officially were a couple.  You were at some stupid ceremony or party, whatever it was it was stupid.  But Carter got drunk on some champagne, and it was entertaining nonetheless.  But you were both in his limo when he drunkenly told you he loved you.  You were taken aback, because the sober Carter wouldn’t tell you this fast.  But you just thanked him, because you didn’t know if it was the alcohol that was just making him say stuff he doesn’t mean, and his cheeks got all rosy even though you didn’t say it back.

You did ask him the next day, when he was sober.  He just shrugged it off at first, but you grabbed his collar and told him to tell you the truth.  Carter told you he meant every word, and you told him you loved him back.  

Memory:(what’s their favorite memory with you?)

His favorite memory is when you and him went to some retro pinball place in the city.  He thought you were delusional when you said you wanted to go there for a date.  The place didn’t look expensive, didn’t have butlers or anything like that.  But once you stepped into the doors and showed him how to play, he knew what it was like to not be raised on Louis Vuitton and Chanel.  He knew what it was like to be normal for once.

Even though you were only able to spend an hour there, he had one of the best times in his life.  And so did you.  You showed him how the live in the moment, something that he will never take for granted.

Nickel:(do they spoil you?)

Cmon, is that even a question.  Of course he does, he’s Carter fucking Baizen.  Anything you want he either has, had or can get.

Orange:(what color reminds them of you?)

Gold, 24 karat gold.  Gold brings out the tones of your skin and your eyes, and Carter thinks you look like an angel whenever he sees you in the color or wearing gold jewelry.  Carter always swears that he sees the goddess in you, and always buys more clothes and jewelry that’s gold, just so he can see you like a goddess all the time.

Pet Names:(what pet names do they call you?)

He calls you his ‘angel’, ‘goddess’, and his ‘princess’.  

Quaint:(what’s their favorite non-modern thing?)

Carter misses the old timey phones.  The ones that were connected to a wire, to the house.  Having the turn the circle thing to get the number you wanted.  He remembers he used to have one, crested in gold, and he would play with it all the time, only to get scolded by his parents.  

(idk how to describe this type of phone.  I’ve only seen it once in person and have no clue how to use it.  And i’m young, not even a millennial.  If you know what I mean, I applaud you.)

Rainy Day:(What do they like to do on rainy days?)

You can never remember a time that it rained when you were with Carter.  When you did hear that it rained in the city, you and him were always on vacation somewhere.  Fiji, Santorini, Rome, Paris, London, you name it.  You do miss the rain though, but you prefer the sunshine a lot better.

Sad:(how do they cheer themselves up?)

He cheers himself up whenever he wins a game of poker.  Or blackjack.  But mostly, he gets happy when he takes you for a shopping spree.  He doesn’t care how much money you spend.  As long as you have a smile plastered on your face, he could care less.

Talking:(what do they like to talk about?)

He likes to talk about his plans for the future with you.  What restaurants he wants to try next, where he wants you to go with him for your next vacation, new business deals he’s been working on, famous people he has met in the past.  He doesn’t mean to brag, but sometimes he likes to brag.  But you enjoy listening to his plans and his achievements, you enjoy his stories.

Unwind:(what helps them relax?)

He will never tell you this, he thinks its too embarrassing.  He can only imagine if Gossip Girl knew.  He likes it when you play with his hair.  It’s like a mini massage.  Only better and a lot more soothing than the masseuses that normally work for him.  

Vaunt:(What do they like to show off/brag about?)

He likes to show off anything and everything that he possibly can.  His money, his limos and cars, is penthouse.  But he shows you off whenever you are around.  And you always blush uncontrollably when he does.

Wedding:(how, where and when do they propose?)

Carter likes to go big or go home.  You told him once that he is the Upper East Side version of Tony Stark, and he happily agreed.

So he proposed at the most beautiful place he could think of.  He wanted to do it in the city, where he is from and where he could come again.  He was able to rent the Empire State Building for a few hours.  You had never been on the top floor, so Carter made it his mission to propose to you there.  Where you could see the city skyline for days and never get sick of it.  

You were not expecting it, and you cried tears of joy when he got down on one knee.  His smile could light up all the building in the city when you said yes.  And when he placed the diamond rock, wrapped in a gold band with tiny details only the most observant could see, you went to cloud-9.  It was the best day of your life.

Xylophone:(what’s their favorite song?)

Heartless- The Weeknd

Feeling Good- Michael Buble

Eleven- Khalid feat. Summer Walker.

Yes:(Have they ever thought about proposing to you?)

Uhh yea.  If he didn’t you wouldn’t be engaged to him.

Zebra:(of they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Since you have showed him to the world of YouTube, he has watched a lot of music videos.  And one of them caught his eye.  He doesn’t remember the name of it, and he doesn’t bother to care.  But the person had a live Jaguar in it.  A real life one.  And he wanted one sooo badly.  

He begged you for one, he got down on his knees.  He was acting like a child that didn’t get the toy they wanted for Christmas.

“I want one,” he begged.

“No,” you said flat out.

[minah-delacroix]

At any price (Part I)

Universe: Dynasty AU

Characters: Minah, Sungjae, Tyler, Jane, Tara, Ashleigh 

Word count: 4,6k

The Costume

“You like it when I pretend to be someone else, don’t you?” Minah asked over the Madonna song playing loudly in the background, hips matching the beat of the music as she twirled around Sungjae. She smirked at the way he could barely hid how much he was enjoying the show. Or the costume, Minah couldn't place her finger on what it was yet.

“I don’t care who you are as long as I get to help you pick the costume”   Sungjae replied, a trace of a smirk on his face.

“Maybe we should get you some leather pants.” Minah said, plopping next to him on his bed, where clothes ket piling for her to try on “That’s 80s, right?

“Yeah, except that I’ve never been officially invited to the Delacroix Foundation Gala,” Sungjae said with a bit of an eye roll as he pronounced the last three words and then pulled Minah toward him with one confident move.

“I know” Minah giggled “I just think you’d look hot in leather pants and you’d be there anyhow. Either you’re there as a guest or working, I think you should wear a costume”, she insisted, causing Sungjae to scoff as he took her face in his hands.

“And now that you’ve tried this on, what about I help you take it off?” Sungjae’s hands dropped to pull down Minah’s strapless top.

It was probably a bit irresponsible —if not a whole lot— for the two of them to hole up in his house when Gabriel’s face was splashed on every front page of tabloids and gossip magazines; while the Delacroix Group and Minah’s family could barely manage the PR nightmare that had broken out the previous day when Gabriel was taken into custody after being linked to an embezzlement investigation. In Minah’s defense though, she had quit from her family’s company right after Gabriel’s appointment party and she’d spent the last couple of weeks preparing to launch her own company with the backup and support of Tyler Lee. There was no reason for her to help with the self-inflicted crisis her grandparents were going through and given the fact Aurelie had never supported her father’s decision in the first place, there was no reason for Sungjae either.

There were no reasons for Minah to worry about her cousin either. 

Yet, they say blood is thicker than water, so she still pulled away from Sungjae when her phone started vibrating on his bedside table, her arms untangling from him rather harshly.

“There was definitely no texting in the 80s,” Sungjae said, his breath a little ragged and the slightest hint of a pout forming on his lips. 

“I know, I know,” Minah said, reaching to grab her phone “I’m just waiting to know what happened with Gabriel’s bail and if-” She stopped in the middle of her sentence and moved to sit properly on the edge of the bed “Oh, it’s Tyler.” She said distractedly, her attention focused on reading the rest of the message “he says he has a surprise for me”

“Somebody sure moves fast for Tyler Lee” Sungjae commented, disdain twisting the corners of his mouth as he pronounced the name of Minah’s new business partner.

“I move fast for business” Minah corrected, standing up to pick her clothes and sending a cold glare in Sungjae’s direction.

“That’s it? Just business?”

“Look, there’s really nothing between me and Tyler.” The woman chuckled, sitting on Sungjae and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Just work-”

Ignoring whatever it was she was going to add, Sungjae lifted her so that she straddled his lap and pressed butterfly kisses to the valley of her breasts.

“Work which I have to get to” she clutched at his shoulders, trying to push him away, but Minah knew she was a goner when she looked down and found Sungjae smirking at her.

The Pool

“How could you not remember Ashleigh?” Tyler Lee asked. He turned his face into the sun with an incredulous scoff escaping from his lips as he leaned back on the chair.

It was a bright Saturday morning of lounging lazily by the swimming pool at the Delacroix manor. A tradition for Minah and his girlfriends and most recently Tyler Lee. He had a different excuse to crash every time. Last week it was making sure Mark Yang was nowhere close to his baby sister and the week before that Minah had forgotten to sign some important document. This week he “needed to” catch up on Minah’s (and by extension, his company’s) first meeting with the legal advisor of IN-ECO Corp, a green textile company they were trying to get into business with. 

However, Minah didn’t deliver good news. Tyler fought back the desire of rolling eyes as he listened the story on how his business partner had mistakenly —or not— confused Ashleigh Hastings, newly appointed Legal Director of the company, for an assistant. A bad start, by any standard, but the fact they had gone to school together and Minah had no recollection of it whatsoever only made things worse.

“Well, I do now” Minah replied defensively, looking away from the magazine in her hands “Didn’t she have a weird obsession with Hello Kitty?” She asked, turning to face Tyler, who only plopped a grape into his mouth amused.

“You still don’t know who she is,” He said in disbelief “Maybe I should’ve been your wingman after all” he chuckled.

“I’m glad you find this funny, but I’m not losing this contract, Tyler,” Minah said seriously as she picked a flute of champagne from the side table. “Especially not because of a few hurt feelings”

“Do you really think this is just about high school?” Tyler asked sternly, pushing his Gucci sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.

“Obviously” Minah replied naturally.

“Why don’t you let ME try? Tyler asked, putting an unnecessary emphasis on the pronoun, which made Minah frown “Maybe I can smooth things over and remind Ashleigh you’re not the whole company”

“Ashleigh Hastings?” Tara interrupted, scowling as she approached them clad in a one-piece swimming suit and a pair of oversized sunglasses that matched her brother’s.

“Seriously, T?” Minah questioned. “You too?”

“Minah had a meeting with her yesterday and didn’t know who she was” Tyler explained as Jane Durand joined them, water dripping down her body.

“I might’ve also asked her to get me a coffee” Minah confessed.

“What?” The incredulous voices of her friends echoed the disbelief, amusement, and irritation in their eyes.

“I just thought she was an assistant” Minah groaned, moving to recuperate her magazine. “I’m fixing it, there’s nothing-“

“No, Minah, you did enough” Tyler sat up and removed the sunglasses from his face. “I’m calling her” he added, reaching for his phone and navigating through his contacts.

“Good luck with that” Jane whistled, draping an Hèrmes towel around herself “You know Ashleigh doesn’t change her opinion easily”  

“Present tense?” Minah raised a brow “As in you’re friends with her?

“I wouldn’t call it friends, but she’s helped Chloe with some contracts” Jane shrugged. “We meet every other day at Home House, I told you about it”

“How does she even afford Home House?” Minah’s cheeks flushed slightly, but she decided it had nothing to do with the fact she had completely ignored Ashleigh’s very close existence and instead blamed it on the blistering hot weather.

“It’s just 2k a year” Tyler replied impatiently. “Anyone can afford that”

“Actually, Jane, what if you invite her out tonight and Tyler just happens to be there?” Tara suggested. Tyler’s brows knitted together “She might be more receptive then”

“Well, with all due respect, T” Minah glanced toward Tara before draining the rest of her drink “I am the one who knows about fashion

“Ok, but let me butter her up” Tyler’s hands fumbled for his drink and tipped it back. “I set the stage and then you can come in and-”

“And do all the heavy lifting” Minah interrupted, a grin crossing her face “Not that your part isn’t heavy too”

“Now, that’s what you’d like to think” Tyler ever so confident laughed before standing up and pulling his shirt off, revealing a sculpted chest and washboard abs that Minah pretended not to notice, but that unknowingly made her mouth salivate. “Girls, you’re swimming or what?” He asked before executing a show-off dive into the pool.

Minah made sure to think of that image for the rest of the day in hopes her brain stored it in her long term memory.

Club Libertine

Sungjae opened the backdoor of Minah’s Porsche, revealing a massive building illuminated by unnatural-looking turquoise lights and flashing neon lighting that seemed to be filtering through the upper floors. There was pounding electronic music that made Minah feel the ground might as well be trembling underneath her pair of Zanotti shoes.

“Be good in there” Sungjae reminded her as he closed the door behind her.

“I’ll try,” Minah said, but the low-cut, backless black dress she was strategically wearing made it difficult to believe she was up to good. “Why don’t you come in with me? I might need someone to keep me company before Tara and Tyler get here and make sure I behave” she said, her voice taunting as her hand reached for his.

“I’m not really dressed for a club” Sungjae hesitated, pointing at his black suit pants and cotton shirt.

“You’re with me” Minah winked at him “No one will be looking at you”.

For a brief moment Sungjae doubted before sliding his fingers between Minah’s, but he eventually did, a small frown forming between his eyebrows as they made it through the crowd of people waiting outside. 

“Do you see Tyler or Tara?” Minah asked with her nose scrunching up in disgust “This place smells like someone poured Chanel Number Five on a package of cigarettes and then set it on fire” she complained, making Sungjae laugh.

“VIP is over there” he yelled to be heard over the loud music, to which Minah pouted, disappointment crossing her features once she realized Sungjae was trying to keep a safe distance between them and didn’t dare to lean into her so she could hear him better.

“Well, I don’t want Ashleigh to see me yet” She commented, spinning to face him “Not until Tyler fluffs her to feel a little bit more generous” Sungjae only nodded at her. “We can get a drink at the bar”  

“Sure”

One of the downsides of the night was that Minah didn’t know how to do normal, so she stood in line, waiting to be served with the most disgusted look on her face. “How can people live like this?” 

“Your Delacroix is showing” Sungjae laughed “I’ll bring you your drink, you go sit” He shook his head, pushing Minah toward the lounging section. “Rosé, right?

“No, just ginger ale, I’m working tonight”

Another downside of such crowded space was that there was no place to escape if you bumped face to face into someone you’ve been actively avoiding. Minah discovered it when Luke Thomas materialized in front of her, smiling seductively as though he’d spotted his next prey. She didn’t even bother on schooling her expression, her upper lip automatically going up in disgust.

“Minah Delacroix. Hi”

“Luke,” Minah said, her voice as unemotional as it could get “What a surprise” she added with a forced smile.

“Yeah, Ashleigh Hastings texted me to come here. You remember her, right?” He asked while Minah pretended to look around to hide the massive eye roll and the scoff that escaped from her lips. Of course Luke would know her, after all birds of the same feather flocked together “I didn’t know you’d be here tonight”

“Well, yeah, it’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Minah replied only not to appear rude. Though that was exactly what she had intended when she left Luke on read a couple of weeks ago. And all the times before that. He just didn’t get it

“Like seven months and a half,” The man said.

“Oh wow, you’re keeping track” Minah had to make her best effort not to frown or point out how utterly disturbing it was he knew that.

“I’ve been texting you and I know you’ve been receiving my messages” He went on “About Saint Tropez?”

“I thought that already happened”

“It did, but we can always go back” Luke offered, not quite getting Minah’s obvious rejection. “What’s your schedule like these days?”

Sungjae who had been watching the scene closely, stepped right on time for Minah not to respond. He slid an arm around her waist, causing her to hum pleased as she grabbed her drink and their hands touched. “Luke, this is my boyfriend Sungjae,” Minah linked an arm through Sungjae’s and said proudly. “Luke and I went to school together” 

“It’s like a school reunion over here” Sungjae smiled unnaturally. Looking in between Minah’s pleased expression and Luke’s confused face.

“Did you go to Le Rosey as well?” He inquired a bit taken aback.

“No, I went to a public school,” Sungjae said confidently. Minah smirked, feeling thankful Sungjae didn’t let just anyone intimidate him.

“Oh” Luke didn’t even manage to hide his surprise. So much for a life of etiquette classes in a 150k school. Money surely had gone to waste in his case. “Wow... Well, good for you, man” Luke said, still looking confused. “And good to see you, Minah” he waved his hand childishly before walking away, turning to look at them a couple of times before completely disappearing amid the crowd. Minah laughed, but Sungjae didn’t look particularly happy.

“Boyfriend?” He asked once Luke was out of earshot.

“Oh, come on, let’s dance” A clear downside for Sungjae was that he didn’t seem to know how to say no to Minah Delacroix. Especially not when her hips swayed to the rhythm of the music and she sexily grind into him.

“Minah, did you see this?” Tara asked, tapping the link on the screen of her phone.  Sure enough, Minah had, that’s why she was currently leaning against the bar of the VIP section, scrolling down her phone and not kissing Sungjae in some obscure corner of the club. 

It was probably a borderline masochistic behavior to follow a blog that aired her family’s dirty laundry all over the internet, but she had signed up for these notifications the day after Gabriel’s arrest. And right when she was having a good time, making sure Sungjae couldn’t help but blush, a new post had been uploaded. There were two pictures positioned side by side. On the left a picture of Gabriel the day he was appointed COO of Delacroix Group. The picture on the right showed him being taken into custody, hands cuffed as a police officer walked in front of him and another escorted him to the patrol. Underneath those pictures, there was a sensationalist headline and a blurred video of something suspiciously similar to a penis.

“More than seen it” Minah said, unable to hide a flush of satisfaction invading her. If only her grandfather was a better judge of character the family and the company wouldn’t have to deal with the shame of having Gabriel ruining their last name with scandals, crimes, and sex tapes. “Do you think he sent it to Jane?” She asked. It was a genuine question, but Tara’s face morphed into a grimace.

“Ok, don’t be a perv”

“Speaking of pervs, did you see Luke Thomas?” Minah asked, still distracted by the notifications blowing up her phone.

“On his way out” Tara spun and stared at her friend “And he was under the impression you introduced him to your boyfriend” She continued, giving Minah a long, serious look.

“And here I was thinking you’re not dating because you’re a workaholic…” someone said from behind her. Minah wasn’t surprised when Jane materialized holding two glasses of somethingthat she recognized as tequila “…but apparently you’re just multitasking with your assistant” she smirked as though she was in good spirits and Minah thought to herself that her friend looked too pleased for someone whose ex-boyfriend’s sexual escapades had just been exposed.

“God no” Minah shook her head fervently “I just told him that to get him off my back”

Both Jane and Tara looked at her skeptically, their eyes looking at her with something she assumed it was silent judgment.

“I am serious, girls” Minah went on. The last thing she needed was Tyler going after Sungjae or Jane letting everybody know about Minah’s relationship —or whatever sleeping with someone for years was supposed to be called—, which could potentially get them exposed and Sungjae fired. “I would never date someone from the staff” She added shrugging it off nonchalantly. “My grandparents would cut me off their will without a second thought and I wouldn’t risk that for a nobody”

Another downside for Sungjae was that despite whatever he’d say, he knew deep down he actually cared about Minah in ways he wasn’t ready to admit yet. That’s why his heart, he realized, was wrenching in pain when he accidentally overheard her talking to her friends.

“I know Minah has her blind spots” Tyler offered a charming smile as he served Ashleigh a flute of champagne.

“I hadn’t noticed” The woman replied with an eye roll.

“But I am telling you, the one thing she does know is fashion” Tyler insisted, shifting on the bright leather couch he was sitting on, moving closer to Ashleigh so she couldn’t focus on her hatred for Minah and instead diverted her attention on his very kissable lips. He knew she had a crush on him when they were teenagers and he would take advantage of it if that meant saving his investments and his company “It’s in her blood”

“Of course, she is a Delacroix” Ashleigh groaned “But that’s exactly the problem. Our company is not gonna be a pawn in her family’s feud. We are loyal to our values and I can’t trust a Delacroix to think of them when it counts,” she said, barely affected by the fact Tyler had leaned forward and was placing a hand dangerously close to her thigh.

“Don’t you trust me?” Tyler asked, cocking his head,

“Tyler, you went into business with her” Ashleigh replied as though the obvious answer was no.

“That means it’s my business too,” Tyler said gently “You know I’ll do the right thing for you and your company. If you at least hear her out, I promise she will hold her word”

Ashleigh let out a defeated sigh.

“I will, but only because of you”

“You know what? I think my sister said she was coming tonight too” He quickly noticed how Ashleigh's expression fell. “But that doesn’t matter, I’ll get us another bottle” He added with a lopsided smile. “DomPe?”

___

Tyler was not pleased to find Sungjae at the bar downing a glass of something that smelled like three-quarters tequila and one-quarter rum.

“Where is Minah and why are you drinking? Aren’t you supposed to drive her home?” Tyler inquired scathingly.  

“Not anymore” Sungjae ran a hand through his hair, a pained expression on his face.

“Well, tell your girlfriend I am looking for her,” Tyler said, not even bothering to look at him.  

“She is not my girlfriend” Sungjae raised his voice enough for Tyler to hear him clearly despite the loud music blasting at hundreds of decibels.

“She looked like she was the other day at the gala” Tyler countered back, his voice ice-cold as he let Sungjae know he’d found out about his and Minah’s affair then. The events of that night were still etched in his mind although he’d try his best to forget the haunting image of the woman he’d loved for years tangled in the sheets with another man. Rage washed through him at the recollection. Tyler had bid 1 million pounds for a diamond necklace he intended to gift Minah as a sign of his undying love for her, but when he went to look for her, he found her having sex with the man standing in front of him.

Sungjae stared at him blankly, refusing to confirm that Tyler was achingly close to the truth. “Talk to Minah, ok?” Sungjae was about to leave, but he felt his determination falter and suddenly he didn’t give a shit anymore. “You know, I’ve actually never gotten a straight answer from her”. He said, jaw clenching “Maybe you will” Then he turned around.

Tyler Lee was no stranger to Minah’s rejections so he felt the tiniest bit of sympathy as he watched the man walk away.

“Hey! Wait up!” Either it was real commiseration or just another step-in his carefully staged plan to get Minah, but Tyler didn’t really recognize his voice when he spoke, asking the man he loathed so much to join him and Ashleigh for a drink.

The rustic home

Sungjae’s home was a cozy yet elegant wood house that resembled the chalets Minah was so fond of because they reminded her of her teenage years spent in Switzerland and the winter campus of Le Rosey. Its interior of heavy beams, architectural finesse, and edgy modern furniture contrasted with the classic exterior. It was Minah’s comfort refuge and the first place she visited that morning as soon as she changed into a pretty dress she’d bought with Sungjae's preferences in mind.

Unfortunately, Sungjae didn’t seem particularly pleased to find her walking into his lobby, his face slightly swollen and his hair unkempt in a savage way.

“Oh, someone went a bit too hard in the club last night?” Minah asked, walking into his kitchen and picking a cup from the cupboard.

“No” Sungjae grumbled, watching her move to the coffee machine with a frown. “I’m just tired”

“Me too” Minah whined, her voice softening “That’s why I’m making us some coffee. I assume you just woke up” She said eying him up and down. He stood in his boxers and an oversized hoodie she’d seen way too many times. “I’ve had a dreadful morning. If I have to take one more call to comment on this video of Gabriel-” Minah scoffed. “It’s not even news anymore. Even I’m over it” She said pressing her back on the kitchen counter and smiling at Sungjae.

“Are you?” There was a crease on Sungjae’s forehead and he was crossing his arms over his chest as though he couldn’t believe a word that came from Minah’s mouth.

“Sorry?” Minah ignored the sound the coffee machine made and raised a brow.

“Don’t pretend you’re not secretly happy about your cousin falling off grace. Proves your point and makes you look good in comparison” Sungjae snarled, his voice and tone almost unrecognizable to Minah. There was not a time she could remember Sungjae had previously talked to her like that.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Sungjae. If you’re mad about yesterday I texted you and let you know I had to leave, I had paparazzi-“

“You’re like a human bulldozer” Sungjae interrupted Minah mid-sentence “You’d crush anyone if that benefits you, even if that’s your own family”

“Please, Sungjae” Minah scoffed, unsure of what was she was even supposed to reply to that. It was a first for her. “Gabriel is a grown-up man, I didn’t ask him to send me racy videos of his dick. This has nothing to do with me and even if it did, he doesn’t need you defending him”

“Maybe someone should defend the world from Minah” Sungjae replied harshly. “And the way you treat everybody, the way you treat Gabriel, Ashleigh, even your so-called friends”

“Ashleigh?” Minah repeated, increasingly confused by the whole conversation. Nothing Sungjae was saying made sense to her.

“You don’t really see what you do to other people, right?”

“Sungjae, I don’t get what you’re trying to say” Minah felt her chest physically ache “Ashleigh just hates me because I was popular in high school. And I was popular because for some reason paparazzi found me shopping in Paris and my pictures blew up. There was no other reason” Minah explained, trying to make sense, but completely losing the point. “I’ve never had any privacy, I don’t think anyone would want that for themselves. It’s ridiculous. I’ve had to learn how to defend myself and protect what I love by all means” Minah added stonily, her eyes staring straight ahead, unable to look at Sungjae.

“That is heartbreaking” Sungjae shot “But maybe you should stop blaming everyone and try to figure out why you’re so selfish and messed up now”

“You know what? I think I should leave” Minah announced, her voice wavering as she turned on her heels to leave. Nothing Sungjae could’ve said or done would’ve ever prepared her to find Ashleigh Hastings, scarcely dressed in one of Sungjae’s shirts, smiling at her when she turned around.

The apology —or lack thereof

“There you are” Minah walked into Sungjae’s home. The entrance hall smelled liked apples and lavender and there was a bottle of Minah’s favorite rosé waiting on an ice bucket on the marble table she had gifted Sungjae when he first moved into the property.  There was also a tray bearing cheese and petit fours. Sungjae moved around the living room placing and arranging things as though he was expecting someone. “I’ve been texting you non stop for like twenty minutes”

“I’m off work” Sungjae answered, gesturing to the food that sat on the coffee table as though it was supposed to mean something to Minah.

“I’m late for a meeting and I lost my keys.” She said, ignoring the fact that the place was plastered with memories of her and Sungjae from a past that seemed to have never happened. “I need to borrow the spare set”.

“They’re on the bowl over there, golden tag” Sungjae pointed lazily across the room. Minah glanced around and much to her dismay, realized the house didn’t feel anymore like the place she’d run to when the world seemed to be against her.

“And that’s it?” Minah crossed her arms over her chest, the shadow of a frown on her face

“Do you want me to start the car for you?” Sungjae asked patronizingly.

“You really don’t have anything you would like to say to me?” Minah said with a forced laugh, suddenly irritated by Sungjae’s attitude. “An apology, maybe?

“What for?” Sungjae asked in disbelief.

“For sleeping with the enemy?” Minah blurted “Ashleigh Hastings ruined a ten million dollar contract”

“If you want me to apologize for Ashleigh you’re gonna have to wait for a long time” Sungjae’s voice was strangely cold. “As a matter of fact it’s you who owes me an apology,” He said, letting the sofa cushions he’d been arranging fall to the floor and placing his hands on his hips. “For a lot of things, but we could start with the little game that you played at the club the other night.

“Excuse me?”

“You told that douche I was your boyfriend,” Sungjae said shrugging.

“Yes, but I just said that-“ Minah started, but was immediately cut by Sungjae.

“To get away from that idiot” He snapped “I know. I heard what you told Tara and Jane” he nodded, looking at Minah with a mixture of hurt and anger.

She swallowed hard, feeling a guilty twinge “Is that why you slept with Ashleigh?” She asked, barely able to speak “To get back at me?”

“I don’t use people to hurt others, Minah” Sungjae scoffed, then picked the cushions from the floor “That’s you,” He said, eyes meeting hers once he was standing straight up again “That’s why we two are so different”

His words caused Minah to froze although it was actually hot in Sungjae’s place, she’d later realized it was the magnificent fire roaring in the fireplace, that she’d never seen on before because Sungjae was not particularly fond of fire —or at least the Sungjae she knew, wasn’t.

“Sungjae, look, I had no idea-“

“That the nobody has feelings?” Sungjae spat “Don’t worry. That’s what you pay me for.”

Minah tried to say something but no words would leave her mouth.

“From now on we’re keeping things strictly professional,” he said, signaling the door “Right now I’m off the clock”

Minah headed toward the door feeling tears in her eyes. She turned back when the need to talk it over and try changing Sungjae’s mind, to apologize probably, washed over her. But when she did Sungjae was nowhere to be found.

Minah’s mind strangely strayed to that Baccarat heirloom she broke when she was a child and how not even the finest joaillier in Paris could fix it. This felt awfully much the same. 

...

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Alone, Together | Chapter 38 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: Many thanks again for understanding why I couldn’t upload last week.  We’re in the homestretch now and nearing the end of the story (only two more official chapters -- eeeeek!).  Remember that canon questions are always welcome, and there will be at least four (4) “epilogues”/glimpses into the future.

When Bee awoke to soft, quick butterfly kisses on her shoulder and neck early in the morning of her 24th birthday, she knew she was waking up in her own personal form of paradise.  With the comforter draped over her body, the morning sun peeking through the blinds, the strong arms wrapped around her body, holding her close – there was nothing better.  She could wake up like this everyday.  

Wait.

She did wake up like this everyday.  Well, almost everyday.  

Morgan’s breath was hot against her neck as he continued to kiss and suck lightly on her skin.  She moved her legs slightly and backed her ass onto his already hardening member.  He groaned slightly, knowing that she was now awake.  

“Happy birthday, beautiful,” he mumbled into the crook of her neck.  His voice was sleepy, scraggly, and low.  She couldn’t help but smile, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.  She turned around to face him.

It didn’t matter that Morgan just had a giant photoshoot and campaign released with RW&Co that saw him looking like a five course meal in a variety of different suits.  It didn’t matter that soon she’d be seeing him in suits almost every other night going in and out of Scotiabank Arena.  None of it mattered.  Her favourite Morgan was here, in bed with her, drowsy blue eyes and messy hair and scruff on his face, his body warm with a cheeky smile adorning his face.  This was the best Morgan.  This was the Morgan she fell in love with.  Not the one situated in front of the cameras, giving answers.  Not the one who signed up for sponsorship opportunities with Nike and Hockey Night in Canada and whatever else.  Not the hockey player playing over 20 minutes a night.  This Morgan.  Simple Morgan.  The Morgan she saw when they were alone together.

She really was the luckiest girl in the world.  

“I love you,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss him.

“I love you too,” he responded, leaning in to kiss her again before their lips and tongues were all over one another’s, kissing passionately for what felt like hours before they had to stop to catch their breath.  

It was then that Bee brought her hand up, caressing his cheek, her thumb outlining his lips.  “I didn’t think…” she began, wondering if she should even say it.  She hesitating before deciding yes, she should say it, because it was her 24th birthday and her feelings should be out in the open for Morgan to know.  “I didn’t think I was capable of loving another person this much.”

His big blue eyes flashed at her admission.  “I didn’t think I could, either,” he admitted.

“But it’s different for me.”

Morgan nodded his head.  He knew what she meant.  He knew that this was something that had been on her mind for a while, leading up to day, her birthday.  He knew that she probably wanted to express it before, but didn’t think she could, or should, because of one reason or another that she told herself.  But she did now.  “Just think.  We have the rest of our lives to feel it.  To show it.”

Bee couldn’t help but smile before giving him another kiss.  “Show me.  Show me right now.”

Morgan was more than ready to oblige.  He attached his lips to hers again and moved so that his body was over hers.  Luckily, he slept without a shirt that night, so when Bee’s hands began to wander over his chest and back and along his shoulders, he was able to feel her delicate touch and her nails sinking gently into his skin, in the area between his shoulder blades.  Almost immediately, his hand wandered underneath her shirt – one of his old shirts, technically – and began cupping her breast and pinching her nipple, causing her to arch her back slightly.  In no time at all, he shoved the shirt all the way up, over her head, and threw it behind them on the bed.  

With Bee underneath him, Morgan took advantage of the situation by kissing from her lips, across her jawline, along her neck and clavicle, all the way to her breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth.  He heard Bee let out a small gasp, and that was all he needed to keep going.  He paid her breasts a lot of attention, sucking and caressing them, Bee’s soft sighs his fuel for not stopping for a while until he was hungry for more.  He began kissing his way down her soft stomach, only for her to stop him.

“Later.  Later later later,” she mumbled quickly, trying to pull him back up.  

“What?  Briony--” Morgan was confused.  There was no way.  No way he was not going to--

“I just want you in me right now.  I want to feel you inside me,” she whispered out, her voice frantic.  “Please Morgan.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.  I just want to feel you inside me.”

Her pulled her pyjama bottoms off before doing the same with his.  Bee wrapped her legs around his torso as he hovered over her and began kissing her again – light, airy kisses until she could feel him at her entrance, pushing in slowly.  Another light gasp escaped her lips as he bottomed out.  “I love you baby,” she whispered in between more kisses, sighing into him as she began to feel him begin to move in and out of her slowly.  “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” he replied automatically.  He stopped kissing her momentarily to get a good look at her.  “Remember the night of the home opener?  Karl Marx?”

Bee couldn’t help but smile at the memory.  That was the night he tried to seduce her by talking about economics, only to ruin the whole thing and send her into a fit of giggles by mentioning Alan Greenspan.  “”Mhm,” she nodded, digging her nails into his shoulder blades again.  “You had quite the uprising in your pants that night.”

“Well I’ve been studying more than usual,” he said.  “Did you know that a social safety net is essential to the success of any economy, and that Canada should be investing more into public education and healthcare for a more educated and healthier society?”

Bee snorted, much like she did that night.  “You sound like you’re running for Prime Minister in October.”

“Oh, it gets better,” Morgan smiled, kissing her quickly.  “I finally learned the difference between microeconomics and macroeconomics.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Micro is individuals and businesses, macro is the decisions of countries and governments.”

Bee couldn’t help but smile.  “You get an A plus, baby.”

Morgan kissed her again, letting his lips linger for a while.  “And get this,” he paused for dramatic effect.  “Friedrich Engels.”

Bee snorted again, louder this time, shaking her head at his ridiculousness.  “What’s the going interest rate settled by the Bank of Canada?” she asked to go along with his ridiculousness.

“1.75%,” he said matter of factly.  

Her eyes went wide.  “Morgan Rielly!” she laughed, messing his hair with her hand.  

“That was an easy one,” he winked.

“You’re just looking for extra credit,” she teased, biting her lip.  “As if you making love to me isn’t enough.”

“You know me, always gotta go that extra mile,” he joked, dipping down to kiss her again as he began to move in and out of her steadily, keeping his lips attached to hers.  

It was cheesy, and perhaps a bit overused and repetitive thing to say, but as they lay in the bed together, holding each other and kissing and looking deep into each other’s eyes, Bee thought that there was nothing better than making love.  The laughing, the jokes, the soft ‘I love you’s escaping their mouths – she loved it all.  There was nothing more intimate.  There was nothing more soft.  There was nothing more that she longed for, that she would long for, when he was gone for the season again.

They came together, naturally, as they knew they would in such a position and with such intimacy.  There were more kisses and more bites as they came down from their highs, Morgan collapsing on top of her gently with her legs still wrapped around him.  Bee made sure he didn’t move, that he didn’t slip out, savouring the warmth and the feeling of him within her as they regained their breaths, drifting off into a light sleep again, without a care about the outside world.  

***

“Can I give you your presents now?”

Bee gave Morgan a look.  She had just finished putting on her outfit for the day – “We’re not doing anything fancy until tonight, so keep it casual for now,” Morgan told her, so she opted for a simple scalloped top and jeans – and still needed to decide what to do with her hair.  When she looked at him, she could tell he was a bit antsy and didn’t wait to wait.  “Let me just put my hair in a bun,” she said, grabbing the elastic from her wrist and putting it in her mouth.

“I’m gonna get them,” she said, immediately shooting up from the bed. She laughed to herself, quickly twisting her hair and securing it tightly with her elastic.  When Morgan arrived back in the room carrying two envelopes, Bee couldn’t help the look of shock on her face.  It was definitely not that she was expecting more, it was that she was surprised Morgan wasn’t hauling in the entire Chanel store.  He warned her he was going to be “a lot”; she told him not to go crazy.

“What’s this?” she asked as he sat beside her on the bed, turning to face her.

“Just a little somethin’,” he wiggled his eyebrows comically.  “You need to open this one first.”

“Are you mocking me?” she asked, remembering back to when she told him he needed to open his gifts in a particular order for his own birthday.

“No.  Just open it, baby.”

She tore open the envelope delicately to reveal six tickets.  When she took a closer look, she noticed that they were for the Saturday, October 26th game the Leafs were having against the Montreal Canadiens.  In Montreal.  “Tickets to a game?”

“Mhm.”

“In Montreal?”

“Yup.  Because I know you’ve never been there.  I thought it’d be a good opportunity for you to take a weekend trip there.”

A smile crept its way onto her face.  She knew what he was doing.  “But…but why are there six tickets?”

“Do you really think I’m going to send you to Montreal and not give the Queen of Montreal herself, Clarette Favaro, and her family tickets as well?” Morgan posed.

Bee’s eyes immediately lit up.  “They’re coming too?!” she asked.  Morgan nodded his head.  “Me, Angie, Mason, Rocco, Clarette, and Josh?”

“You got it.”

“Morgan!” she exclaimed, throwing her arms around him and climbing on top of his lap.  She began peppering his face with kisses, mumbling thank you after thank you.  She knew her first trip to Montreal would be a memorable one.

“There’s still one more,” he mumbled in between kisses.  

“Oh, right,” she remembered, though she stayed on his lap as Morgan handed her the second envelope.  She tore it open delicately again to reveal more tickets.  This time, it was just one.  And this time, when she looked closely at the details, it was for the game against Colorado on Saturday, November 23rd.  In Colorado.

“Bumblebee?” Morgan asked softly, noticing that she was taking a bit of time to take in what was before her.

“Am I…” she began, pausing.  She looked him in the eye.  “Am I going to Colorado?”

“You’re going to Colorado.”

“To visit Ashley and Naz and Naylah?”

“To visit Ashley, Naz, and Naylah.”

Bee hesitated before she put the envelope down on the bed beside them and wrapped her arms around Morgan again tightly.  She tucked her head into the crook of his neck before exhaling deeply, trying to contain her emotions.  “I love you so much,” she mumbled, her lips grazing his skin.  “I love you so so so so so much.”

“I love you too.”

“No, you don’t get it.  I love love love you.”

Morgan chuckled slightly.  “I love love love love you too,” he said, squeezing her tightly.  “Always, Bumblebee.  Always.”

She untucked her head and brought her hands up to cradle his face, kissing him again.  She didn’t want to leave.  She could have stayed in this position and in the moment for the rest of the day.  They didn’t need to do anything else.  It was only when he moved to stand, bringing her with him, that she yelped and stopped kissing him.  “Morgan!” she screamed, giggling slightly.

“C’mon, we gotta go.  I gotta take you out for the day.  We’re gonna be busy,” he said in between quick kisses.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“That’s for me to know and you to find out,” he said before kissing her again.

She rolled her eyes before looking down at the way his arms looked, his muscles bulging as he held her in his arms.  “Jesus, Mo,” she muttered under her breath, her fingertips grazing his skin.  He kept up his workout regimen all summer, and while she usually noticed the changes in his body, for some reason, she hadn’t quite picked up on how…jacked he’d gotten.  It was like whatever fat he had last year had turned into muscle and she could now reap the rewards.  “Can you carry me the whole way there?”

“Carry you?”

“So I can see your muscles,” she looked down at them, causing him to look down as well.  “They grew, baby.”

“They better have, I’ve been lifting all summer.”

Bee giggled slightly.  “Bro, do you even lift?”

“Do you seriously want me to carry you all the way to the car?” he asked.

“No!”

“I can – if you want.  I mean it’s your bir--”

“Oh shush,” she wiggled out of his grasp until her feet were firmly planted on the floor, despite his arms still being around her waist.  “Just promise you’ll wear something tonight that shows off that body.”

“You better promise the same thing,” he said, winking at her before slapping her ass.

***

Bee was a little bit confused as she and Morgan arrived at the Eaton’s Centre.  As they walked together, Bee tried to think of the possibilities of where they could end up, but she couldn’t think of why he’d bring her to a mall.  She was even more confused when he still refused to tell her where they were going. When he made an abrupt stop in front of the Indigo and gave her a look, she was still…well, confused.  

“So you brought me to Indigo…” she said, trying to piece the whole thing together.  “Why?”

“So you could go crazy,” he said simply.

“Go crazy how?” she asked.  She still didn’t get it.

Morgan couldn’t help but chuckle.  “You have that list of books you want.”

He was referring to the ongoing list she was curating of all the books she wanted to read and have in her life.  Of course, it was constantly changing based on all the new releases.  “Yeah…”

“Indigo is a bookstore, Briony.  And if you don’t find them here we’ll drive up to Bay and Bloor and get them there.  And if not there, we’ll call Yorkdale, Square One…”

She was finally piecing the puzzle together.  “You…you want…” she began, doubt somehow still getting the best of her.  She took a step forward, but then a step back; her right leg outstretched, waiting to take its step, her body shifting between her two feet, rocking forward and back while standing.  She couldn’t move.  “You’re…you’re serious?”

“Of course I’m serious,” he said.  “C’mon Bumbleblee.  I know you’ve always wanted to build your collection.”

He watched as a smile crept its way onto her face.  Small at first, almost non-existent, then getting bigger and bigger, eventually taking over her entire face.  “I don’t…you’re absolutely sure, Morgan.”

Morgan rolled his eyes.  “Did you really think your birthday present wouldn’t involve books?” he asked rhetorically.  “I am positive.  Now go.”

***

The day had been everything that Bee could have ever wanted.  

She bought most of the books on her list.  Morgan followed her around, holding the books and putting them into a rolling basket and wheeling it to the front cash registers, telling the employees “We’re going to need more baskets”, then filling up more baskets with books and asking another employee “Are there any more baskets?” and filling those too.  By the end of it, after the books had all been bought and were loaded, bag by bag, into Morgan’s car, she looked at all the bags overflowing and said “We’re gonna need more bookcases.”

It took most of the day.  So when they got back home, they showered for their night festivities.  Except, well, Morgan had other ideas.  He wanted to use the showerhead for other purposes.  And he did.  And he also wanted to use his hands for other purposes.  And he did.  And it made them a little late for dinner at Jacobs and Co, the famous steakhouse, but by only 20 minutes or so.  Then after some great steak, and some even better wine, they stumbled their way over to Early Mercy, right next door, where Angie and Mason, Josh and his boyfriend Patrick, Zach and Alannah, Auston, and Fred were waiting to surprise her and dance the night away.  Tyler even surprised her with his attendance, and she practically pushed Auston out of the way to run to him and hug him, pulling him to dance with everyone else.  And they did.  They danced and they danced and they danced, and then they relaxed out on the patio, and then they danced again, and then it was last call, and Auston tried to convince the manager to keep it open, but to no avail.  And so they called Ubers, at 2:30 in the morning, and Tyler went to stay with Auston and took an UberPool with him and Fred, and Morgan and Bee took theirs, making out in the backseat all the way home.

It was why they were giggly when they stumbled back into their apartment.  Their kisses were playful and soft and quick and airy as they made their way in, but the second the door closed behind them, Morgan’s kisses became hungrier, his hands wandering down to squeeze her ass.  

“I love you so God damn much,” Bee mumbled in between sloppy kisses in their kitchen.

“Bedroom,” Morgan mumbled hastily.  “Bedroom.  One more surprise.  Bedroom.”

“What?” she pulled away from him.  “One more?”

“One more,” he said, grabbing her hand and dragging her through the apartment.  He kissed her one last time before disappearing into the washroom, leaving her alone on the bed, hot and desperate and confused as to what the fuck was going on.  

“Morgan,” she begged.  “I…what…what do I do?”

“Just wait there,” he called out from the other side of the door.

“Just wait?!”

“Make yourself comfortable!”

“Morgan!” she chastised.  “You can’t be serious!”

“Briony!”

“I don’t know what you’re up to in there but it better be good!”

“Oh, it’s gonna be spectacular,” his voice was mischievous.  “Get comfortable.”

“Can I start touching myself?” Bee asked in an equally mischievous voice.

She heard a loud thump and something drop dramatically from inside the bathroom, causing her to snort.  God knows what the fuck he was doing in there.  “No,” he said hastily.  “Don’t.  This is gonna be all me.”

Bee waited as patiently as she could, listening to Morgan fuss around in there without a clue in the world as to what he was doing and what surprise he was keeping up his sleeve.  It was, of course, only when he unlocked the door and pushed it open dramatically did Bee get an idea about what was going to happen.  Standing there, he leaned up against the doorframe wearing a perfectly tailored suit.  Perfectly tailored.  Slim fit, just how she liked.  Crisp white shirt.  Perfectly tailored.  Navy blue.  Did she mention perfectly tailored?  Because it was perfectly tailored.  And when he began sauntering towards her, she could see just how perfectly tailored it really was, with his thighs and his broad, defined chest and his arms threatening to rip the fabric if he flexed even slightly.  Bee gulped.

“A promise is a promise,” Morgan said in a low voice, a shit-eating smirk on his face as he saw the blush on Bee’s cheeks.  “I promised I’d wear something tonight that showed off my body.”

Bee shook her head at his ridiculousness before she noticed him starting to take out his phone.  “If you start playing Pony by Ginuwine I swear to God I’m not letting you fuck me tonight,” she giggled out.

Morgan shot her a look.  “HEY!”

“Just get over here, will you?” she beckoned; rising to her knees from her sitting position so she could kiss him.  Almost immediately, she stuck her tongue down his throat and tugged at the hair at the nape of his neck, causing him to groan and wrap his arms around her body, still covered in her glittering gold sequined dress she bought especially for her birthday.  

Morgan’s hands slipped underneath the fabric, playing with the material of her underwear before he helped her get out of them, dropping them in between them onto the floor.  Bee’s hands began wandering all over his chest, over the material of his shirt, not bothering to unbutton it.  Eventually, Morgan’s hand slipped underneath her dress again and began playing with the lips of her pussy, causing her to whimper in pleasure.  

“You’re already so wet for me,” he mumbled as he inserted one finger.  

“It’s the suit,” she winked, biting down on his bottom lip as she felt him insert a second finger.  “You have no idea how good you look.”

“Lie down on your back and spread your legs for me,” he ordered, his voice low.

There was a flash in Bee’s eyes as Morgan watched her do what she was told.  She kept her eyes on him the entire time as she lay on the edge of the bed.  Morgan hooked her legs in his arms and pulled her towards the edge, letting them dangle off the bed.  He pushed the fabric of her dress up before kneeling in front of her, licking his lips.  “I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he said.

“It’s all yours, Mr. Rielly,” she smiled, watching as he dove in.  No pretence, no teasing – just going right for it, his lips and tongue attaching themselves to her pussy, bringing Bee – as always – the greatest pleasure she’d ever known.  She ran her fingers through his hair and tugged on it as he continued to lap at her hungrily, squeezing his head between her thighs when the feeling was too pleasurable to handle.

“Baby…baby baby baby,” Bee breathed out as she felt him insert two fingers while he sucked on her clit.  “Fuck, Morgan, it’s so – it’s so good.”

“Cum on my face,” he ordered again, knowing she was close.  He began curling his fingers inside of her, causing her to squirm, and before long, she was screaming out his name, his face becoming wet with her juices as he lapped up every last bit of her.  When he was finished, he began smothering her with kisses, and she could taste herself on his mouth as she kissed him back, wrapping her legs around his torso.  He began unbuttoning the white shirt he was wearing, but didn’t get too far before Bee stopped him.  

“Keep it on.  Keep it on,” she mumbled quickly.

His stopped dead in his tracks.  “Keep it on?”

“For fuck sakes, keep it on,” her breathing was heavy, her voice hasty.  “Keep it on and fuck me.”

He practically growled as he picked her up, her legs still wrapped around him, and held her in his arms.  When he placed her onto their dresser, he felt her hands dip between them and unzip his pants, pulling them and his underwear down just enough to free his hard cock.  She began stroking it as he moved to kiss down her neck, pushing the fabric of her dress down to expose her breasts in their lace bra.  He pushed the lace down and began pinching her nipples, eventually taking one into his mouth and sucking, twirling his tongue around it.

“Morgan, please,” her breath was heavy.  “I want you to fuck me so bad.  I can’t wait anymore.”

Morgan pulled her off the dresser, turning her around so her back was towards him, bending her over it.  He could see her smile as he pushed up the fabric of her dress again so it bunched at her hips.  He teased her at her entrance before thrusting into her in one go, causing her to cry out in pleasure.  The smile that played on her lips continued as he moved in and out of her.  “Fuck Morgan, that feels so good.”

“You like it when I bend you over like this?” he asked, to which Bee nodded her head enthusiastically.  “You like me taking you from behind.”

“Yes.”

“Are you gonna be a good girl for your birthday?”

“Yes, fuck, yes.  Yes.  I’m gonna be your best girl.”

He tugged at her hair, making her arch her back as he pulled her towards him.  He kissed and bit at her neck and shoulder, slipping an arm around her body and grabbing one of her breasts.  “I love you, baby,” he cooed, biting at her neck.  “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she breathed out.  “God Morgan, I love you so much.”

“Did you like your birthday?”

She nodded her head.  She was finding it hard to keep a conversation while her back was arched the way it was and he was still pounding into her, with his fucking suit on, but this was the situation she found herself in.  “Of course I did.  This was my best birthday ever because of you.”

He began walking back, slow enough so he wouldn’t slip out, until he fell back onto the bed, Bee’s body with his.  She began riding him reverse cowgirl, looking over her shoulder at him lying there, still in his suit, all dishevelled and ready to be ripped off of him.  “Cum with me baby.  Are you close?”

Morgan nodded his head.  “Bounce on that dick, baby.”

She continued riding him, squeezing his thighs over the fabric of his suit, until she squeezed her walls around him and felt him explode inside of her.  She came again, her body shaking from pleasure until she fell back onto him trying to catch her breath.  She felt his arms wrap around her.  “Fuck Mo, that was so fucking hot,” she breathed out.  

He took a few moments to respond – she knew he was trying to catch his breath too.  “Never knew this was the possibility whenever I wore a suit,” he joked.

“Well now you know.  Every suit you have makes me feel like this.”

“You’re telling me every game day suit I have makes you this hot and bothered?” he asked.  Bee nodded her head.  “We gotta do this more often.”

Bee couldn’t help but laugh.  “Show up in the bedroom with a suit on more often and we just might.”

Morgan slipped out of her slowly, pulling her body to his side, hooking one of her legs over his torso as they lay in bed together, their clothes wrinkled and bunched up.  “Do you think about how around this time last year, we were at dbar with Fred and Auston?”

Bee nodded her head.  “A lot has happened since then, huh?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, kissing her quickly.  “What a year it’s been.”

“Still in bed together though,” she said cheekily, thinking about how, just maybe a week before that night at dbar, it was their first time together after Morgan had returned from Vancouver.  “Some things never change.”

“Yeah, well, I plan to be in bed together all night,” Morgan said.  

“Me too,” Bee’s eyes flashed.  “Again.  And again.  I want to go all night.”

Morgan let out a deep chuckle.  “Don’t worry baby.  I got you,” he said, slipping his fingers into her pussy again.

[dani-camp]

“   it   was   nice   to   hear   your   voice   again  .   ”

new york, new york 1924

when delaney o’neill and jackson collins first laid eyes on each other, laney smelled of chanel no. 5 and wore a cocktail dress of the deepest red. jackson sported a shirt collar flecked with blood and was possibly concussed. they both had a small gathering of people around them at the time, jackson’s mostly consisting of supporters while laney’s mostly consisted of protectors. they both had to be shaken out of their gaze upon one another. 

as her father began his tour of the nightclub with the owner, their two bodyguards were forced to separate and in the ensuing chaos of the dancefloor, laney was able to find herself unguarded. she used her few moments of freedom to find him again, sidling up to him just as he’d officially had way too many drinks, enough that he wasn’t even that shy at all, talking to a girl that was so dangerously out of his league. this was further proven as she spoke her name to him and allowed him to press his bruised lips to her knuckles, explaining all of the guards from before. her father was a famous wealthy bootlegger, known for supplying the best irish whiskey in new york city, and in a highly-publicized war with another wealthy bootlegger. what she was doing in a black and tan nightclub unaccompanied on a saturday night, he had no clue. she told him her father was thinking of buying the place from mr. johnson for use as his own personal speakeasy. she wondered why his pretty face was so banged up and also why all of his friends seemed so happy about it. he said it was because he’d been in a fight, a boxing fight, and he’d won and it was supposedly a very big deal in the world of boxing. 

 she only had enough time to congratulate him and press an air-light kiss to his cheek before her guard was there, pointedly saying that her father needed her right away, and laney let herself be lead away cheerfully. jackson wasn’t sure if it was just because of the head injury or all of the alcohol he’d been drinking, but he couldn’t stop thinking of laney. couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep. he knew he wasn’t supposed to, but that just made him think of her more. he had the strangest feeling that he would just feel better if he could be near her again. laney was the same, but laney was always like this with whatever new boy she’d convinced herself she was in love with. so no one thought much of it.

 mercifully, it was only a few weeks later when their paths crossed, at a summer’s end party known to include all of new york city’s biggest celebrities. apparently a bootlegger’s socialite daughter and a rising boxing star counted. they spent the entire party at one another’s sides, their relief at being near each other making them delirious. there were quick declarations, many successful attempts at hiding her from her seeking guard, frenzied kisses in dark corners, and a short blind eye in the newspaper the next morning titled the boxer and the bachelorette documenting it all. thankfully, laney’s father doesn’t bother himself too much with prejudice to deny laney anything she truly wanted, as long as jackson wasn’t a danger to laney. and it was clear jackson was what laney wanted, always wishing she were at his side and on his mind. the question of danger was looming but unknown. laney’s mother talked him into welcoming jackson into their lives, always happy to indulge laney. 

 the two shared a few months of happiness only occasionally touched with occasional threat to laney and her family’s lives, the ever-so-often news articles implying that laney was somehow less pure because she loved jackson, that jackson must’ve been beating her to make her stay with him. on the contrary, it was laney who talked him out of every doubt, reassuring him that she’d go crazy if she were ever separated from him. when he asked her how long they could possibly last, she only quelled him with irresistible kisses. it was only when someone sent a threatening message to jackson’s aunt and cousins that laney started maybe considering that maybe there perhaps was no future for them after all. 

 fearing the day they both accepted this, laney began to sneak out to spend her nights with jackson, too. it’s the calmest laney’s ever felt in her life, being as close to him as she possibly could. they thought they’d been careful enough--only sneaking laney in and out of jackson’s apartment in harlem under the cover of night-- but were undeniably not. on that following sunday, there’s a new blind item titled the deflowering of delaney--”hardly a blind item, and what the hell kind of editor let him print this garbage?” exclaimed her father in his brash irish accent. 

 then laney is really sick one night, feverish and hysterical. the wealthy doctor next door is rushed to her bedside and liam forces jackson out of the sprawling mansion, the guards in the guard towers peering down to make sure he listened. and for the first time, laney began to wish for jackson to leave her side. she says it herself, saying she just needs some time to herself for awhile, but her voice is so heartbroken when she says it. “haven’t you ever noticed that laney sometimes spends all day in bed?” sabrina says, “and then wants everyone to go skinny-dipping the next day? this is just that again.” but he’s not welcome there anymore, he can feel it. somehow they must’ve crossed a line, angered her family beyond repair without knowing it. it’s not helped by the men who start following him around, start threatening to break certain bones if he doesn’t tell them everything he knows about the liquor stores hidden somewhere within the o’neill grounds.

 he makes one last bid for her to tell him what’s really going on, because it doesn’t look like being away from him is doing her any good. she only tells him she’s decided that he was right after all, they couldn’t possibly last and he better move on with the rest of his life now. but she’s so pale and so angry when she says it. their break-up takes up half a page on page six, reeking of naked relief at their parting, simply stating that jackson and laney were just two very different people who might fare better if they stuck with people they had more in common with. thankfully, it’s enough to convince the o’neill’s enemies to loosen their grip on his neck, but he could still feel it there. 

jackson didn’t sleep for weeks, and laney was never photographed straying from her family’s sprawling grounds. it doesn’t matter, because laney’s father is shot to death in his bed by his rival, the rest of the o’neills held at gunpoint and bound until the rival made a clean escape. laney was sent to a sanitorium before she could attend her father’s funeral, sources citing that she was absolutely beside herself with grief and fear for her life. jackson was there, had sat in the back, and after the proceedings, sabrina confessed that the newspapers didn’t know the whole story, and neither did he. he just needed to trust that laney was more heartbroken than he could possibly know. 

 jackson stayed away so laney’s heart could mend. she left the sanitorium but still stayed home for awhile, then only emerged with a new man on her arm, a former bodyguard. and maybe it was only cruel wishful thinking, but jackson never saw her photographed smiling or blushing like she had with him once upon a time. he climbed as high as his success could take him, then wrote and published several stories. he’d tried to hide it, but everyone who’d ever met laney and read jackson’s books knew it sang of his yearning for her, the protagonist’s love interests always smelling of chanel no. 5 and wearing red. laney got engaged. jackson received a wedding invitation in the mail, but a few days later, an apologetic laney called to tell him it’d been an accident. well, not an accident, a prank. “i’m sorry, i think he just meant to brag. everyone always brings you up around him, you know.” jackson stutteringly promises to be at her wedding if she wants him to be there. she’s silent for a long time, sharply inhales, and says, “i don’t.” she seems to be in pain when she admits that she has to hang up.

 “it was nice to hear your voice again,” jackson politely interjects, still winded from hearing it in the first place. “oh, it was so nice hearing yours, too.” 

 the newspaper never mentions them again. but that’s just because they’re the most careful they’ve ever been, not even her husband knows. outside of the sex, it’s nothing like it was before. laney never really made more than small talk with him, all tense like she was afraid of saying too much. his story characters began to fall in love with kind of girl she’d been at age nineteen and not as she was at twenty-nine. he admits to her one night, “i think whatever happened between us when we were kids was true love, but i think we missed it. too many things went wrong or too many people were wrong and now it’s gone.” laney began to cry because she agreed. “it hurts too much to be around you and remember it all. but it hurts to be away from you, too, to wonder if you’re okay.” they decide they better do it, so they can heal and be happy with the spouses they’ve got.

the last he hears of her is in the newspaper, in the obituaries, having died in a sweep of tuberculosis just before a vaccine is made ready. he stops writing, drinks o’neill whiskey everyday to honor her.

it still hurts to be away from her.

[pleasant-boi]

OK I'm still on wisdom tooth pain killers and I can't write shit so stuff for this AU where I give Akechi some parental figures to disappoint.

It is still going to be really, really bad. Akechi still gets involved with the conspiracy though he's like... 10% more mentally stable this time around due to some good influences.

By god we're getting you a fucking proper redemption arc bro.

I'm going to age the p3 cast a couple of years, since canonically there is a 5-6 year gap between the events of p3 and p5 if I remember correctly, and I want everyone to be adults ™ and in Tokyo for plot reasons when the p5 cast are children. I was thinking of maybe around 7 years? So Akihiko and Mitsuru are 25, Junpei and Yukari 24, Fuuka 23 and Ken 18 while the p5 cast are around 10-12...if my math is correct I'm gay ok?

Koromaru is not dying, persona makes animals immortal I don't make the rules I'm all for angst/whump but the dog lives. Koromaru insists on looking after strays so everyone in sees constantly fosters little animals - mostly Ken, but the others occasionally too, especially when Ken was exams

Is this also a convoluted way to give Akechi a puppy to bond with?

Yes, yes it is.

Basically adult!SEES with uni!Ken is like having cousins who live in the same city when you're in university. You love them you don't talk for months and suddenly you're around them for like a week straight. Ride or die (or ignore their existence for like 2 months straight because you were living ur life ™)

Ken is in his first year of uni in the beginning of this. He's studying to be a vet. Or maybe a doctor. Maybe he'll change majors in the future. Not sure. But I headcon him as wanting to get into something thats helps people like medicine and the boy has a soft spot for animals

Everyone is dealing with trauma. Other than Ken who like Arena (we're just using stuff we like from that game and ignoring the rest shh) stopped getting involved with shadow stuff and had a relatively normal rest of his childhood - with some help of Kirijo appointed therapists-, Junpei is the most well adjusted.

Everyone is still in a place where they feel due to the event's of p3 and after the death of p3mc, femc (twin AU! TWIN AU! ) and everyone else in their lives, getting close to people other than their group is... Hard.

Junpei is too busy loving his npc wife, so it's easier to ignore the bad stuff. He also has children. He cried when they were born for like a month straight. Thinking of them being twins, one of them having red hair like Chidori because of anime reasons ™.

Because of that they end up with a lot of impromptu sleep overs and basically everyone has a spare room except Ken because he's a student, Junpei because he has kids and even with Mitsuru being everyones unofficial platonic sugar mommy, that many rooms is expensive and Yukari who is the only one not officially living in Tokyo but she's there like 80% of the year for shootings and has a studio apartment.

They avoid gathering at Fuuka, because she insists on making food every time and while it is usually edible (or edibles lmao) she likes to experiment a lot. So it's a bet between normal food, maybe a bit burned sometimes but nowhere near as bad as in highschool or mystery food X.

I'm keeping Akihiko as a c- 🤮 as a cop, only because I found his reason for it in Arena super wholesome. If not maybe a police consultant. I'm still on the fence about it. Plus Mitsuru needs inside allies for shadow ops.

Speaking of Akihiko, that's how I'm giving Akechi parental figures!

One of Akechi's Foster homes locks him out when he doesn't come straight from school and this time they don't even let him in for the night.

Akechi kinda runs away, gets lost and ends up spending the night crying in some random alley before passing out.

If I'm keeping the cop ™ route maybe someone calls the police and Akihiko ends up checking it out. Or maybe he's out running in the middle of the night, because let's face it, probably no one could relax before 1am, anxiety about the dark hour some how returning and it's something Akihiko 'I deal with the deep terror of losing again everyone close to me by punching things, working my body to its limit and putting myself in danger but I'm definitely not an adrenaline junkie' Sanada would do

Speaking of which the investigation team definitely checks for the midnight chanell every time too

Akihiko sees a passed out kid in the middle of the night and of course he tries to help. He asks if he's lost etc and ultimately he asks and where are his parents.

It's mid fall so while the temperature isn't deadly it is cold out, maybe it's raining too, for the extra suffering/whump, and he's pushing a bit with the questions because the kid is definitely going to get pneumonia if he hasn't already.

Akechi doesn't really respond until the parent thing, almost screams about how his mom is dead and no body wants him around and starts crying again.

Akihiko has braincells, however none of them are any help with social interactions. Much less with a sobbing child in the middle of the night.

I'm not sure where to go exactly from here but Akechi clearly has a fever (and if we're going with the rain route especially he needs to get dry and warm asap) and is really against going to the hospital because 'they're going to kill me if there is a hospital bill' so either

a) Akihiko calls child services and takes him to the station and sits with him until they arrive or

b) he takes him back to his apartment for the night because it is late, the kid needs some sleep and blankets and he knows the system is underfunding and overworked at best so it would be better to just call them in the morning

That particular one can have some cute hurt/comfort with pancakes for breakfast because Akihiko is also pancake boi and Akechi crying again because no one has been nice to him in years

Anyway, both end with Akihiko giving Akechi his number and telling him to call if something bad happens again.

Akechi doesn't. At least for a little something over half a year. He's in a really bad foster home and one night he ends up locked in the hall closet, trying not to cry because even breathing hurts but if he did make more noise it would be worse.

He has the number memorised by now and when he tries to curl up in the small space and feels a cellphone in a fallen jacket (remember the 2000s where most people used their cells only outside or when you wanted to talk to your crush?) , he takes it out, heart beating loudly before sending a series of panicked texts explaining the situation

He doesn't really think that it's going to do anything because there isn't a response but the small part of him that hoped something would go right for once still hurts

Meanwhile Akihiko didn't even think about replying because he almost had to be physically restrained from running there and punching the shit out of them

It's not even 20 minutes later when the police comes with Akihiko and at that point Akechi is almost unconscious, but starts screaming and banging against the locked door when he hears the commotion, immediately passing out when he feels it open

When he comes to he's a in a hospital, getting yelled by a social worker about how he has to change homes again some soon and it his fault and Akechi just bites his lips, trying to tune it out and not cry again.

Akihiko overhears all that and while he would normally just leave it to the proper authority and is nowhere near close to the ready for a responsibility like that, is like 'fuck it temporarily custody until he's healed and also I'm giving this kid some proper food and a couple of punching lessons'

There's more but this is already getting long asdvyrsvgjcw

[florbelles]

AEI & 1, 3, 5, 7, 9, 11, 13, 15, 17, 19, 21, 23, 25, 27 + lyra!

tysm airika 💕 sorry it’s been half a century but we got there xx

A & 3 answered here | 1 & 17 answered here | E, 13 & 15 answered here | I, 5 & 27 answered here

07. what triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

sun on her skin, the sound of the ocean, wind in her hair, red painted toes on a car dashboard, revving motorcycles, fleetwood mac on the radio, bare feet dancing on wooden floors, cigarettes burning her fingertips, chanel no. 5, cicadas in the summertime, the jacket she sleeps in every night post-collapse even after the last traces of her husband fade. for most of her life, she loves the feeling nostalgia brings; later, she needs it.

09. do they swear? do they remember their first swear word?

she absolutely does, and does it often; she wouldn’t remember her first because it passed uneventfully. she cursed loudly and wildly in bids for attention from her parents as a girl -- negative reactions were better than none -- but it always proved ineffective; it also, disappointingly, was not a grave enough offense for the boarding schools she attended to expel her and wave away her family’s money, so she turned to more extreme measures.

11. how do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?

unless you’re one of the select few she allows to see vulnerability, lyra isn’t going to ask for clarification, at least not directly; she’s going to feign understanding until she either catches on or the situation becomes dire. it isn’t her fault if things go terribly wrong, of course, it’s yours for not explaining correctly. no matter, she’ll do better next time, she won’t bother asking you at all, since clearly you’re unhelpful.

all jests aside, she’ll play it off if she’s confused, and it will mostly pass by unnoticed; she’s good at eliciting information from people without asking for it directly, so she can usually get things clarified without admitting ignorance.

19. what is their favorite number?

thirteen, she’s a brat. cringe.

21. why do they get up in the morning?

darling, souls don’t harvest themselves!

literally speaking, she’s up at dawn every morning because she hasn’t missed a sunrise since she was sixteen; she watched the sun come up over the docks while she waited for the first ferry to the mainland the day that she ran away for good, and at that moment, it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen (she won’t admit this, but she was so overwhelmed by it she fell down on her knees and sobbed. embarrassing). she associates the sunrise with freedom, happiness, new beginnings, & rebirth. she especially hates to miss them now, with the impending collapse and all that; any sunrise could be the last, and we wouldn’t want to miss that, would we? don’t you want to see it one last time? (john does not. john does not want to see it one last fucking time. he wants to get some goddamn sleep.)

existentially, lyra gets out of bed to cause problems on purpose is driven by passions; often, she’s in love with life and motivated by some agenda or purpose, whether it’s fucking over corrupt socialites or setting them sinners free for the project. the devil works hard, but lyra works harder. when she’s emotionally crippled or has run out of reasons, she spirals; she either isn’t getting up, or she’s getting up to go vent her frustrations on whatever poor unfortunate souls are in her path.

23. how does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

essentially the same as  jealousy, answered here!

25. what are their thoughts on marriage?

marriage isn’t something lyra ever really saw happening for her, and she was alright with that; she’s never going to settle or marry for the sake of it, she’s not going to marry for practicality, not after her parents, but the biggest sticking point is that she wouldn’t want anyone else to settle for anything less than knowing and loving their partner completely with her -- it’s impossible for her to share all of herself with most people, lowkey serial killer that she is, and she wouldn’t be willing to hide parts of herself from a spouse or life partner (she doesn’t like doing it at all -- if she has to do it to the outside world, she would never want to bring it into her own heart and home). even though she craves it, she doesn’t really see herself as someone who deserves love or acceptance or normalcy, so that’s something she’s had to accept about herself; it’s all she’s ever wanted, but it isn’t meant for her. not with who and what she is.

luckily murder cults exist! great dating mixers for sadists and messianic murderers! truthfully, marriage as an institution and a concept isn’t something that holds much weight with her (her parents’ marriage shot any romanticized ideas about it in the foot); she would have been fine never getting officially married -- she’d already been married in every way that mattered to her by the time she put on her white dress. the small part of her that secretly wished for stability and normalcy that she never allowed herself to voice because of her belief it was unattainable for her is (very privately) thrilled, though. she’s married! she’s had her miracle!

[marvel-lously]

Bittersweet Revenge

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Genre:fluff with a tiny bit of angst and some good old family drama

A/N: Heyo, I’m finally back! I am so sorry I’ve barely posted any fics lately and I am so grateful for all of you who still stick with me. I got the idea for this story quite a while ago, but I’ve only just had the time to finish it now because being a senior in high school really be like that sometimes. Anyways I’ve got quite a few things in mind for the next part, so let me know if you want me to continue it. Now I know this has been said many times before, but, if you like my story please reblog and comment. It means so much and it really encourages and motivates me to write more.

I love you all and I really hope you enjoy reading this!

»C'mon Y/n, you have to go to this party with me!«  Your best friend begged you.

It was Friday night and you lay sprawled on a two-seat, mindlessly staring at the ceiling while trying to ignore the events of the past week.

»No, no I really don’t actually, in fact, I don’t have to go anywhere, so please, just let me wallow in self pity, while I watch some stupid rom-com and eat a pint of ice cream, AT HOME.« You protested, annoyed with how persistent she was.

»No, Y/n, stop it right now. I won’t let you do that, you know I won’t. They don’t deserve your heartbreak and they certainly don’t deserve your tears, so please, just go with me. I promise you’ll have fun, plus, you never know, you might even meet somebody.« She smirked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively while you simply rolled your eyes at her statement.

»Seriously? You think I’ll go to a place full of sweaty, drunk people to get hit on by a bunch of guys who’ll barely be able to remember their own names, nevermind mine and who will only be flirting with me because it’s convenient, not for actually taking an interest in me?« You snorted in disbelief.

»Wow, you really have taken  it upon yourself to be miserable today, haven’t you?« She sighed, crossing her arms in dissatisfaction.

»Well, I try.« You feigned a smile.

»Okay, how about I promise to make you coffee every morning for the rest of your stay here?« She tried, knowing that you would go as far as to sell your own soul to satan just to get a cup of coffee when you wake up.

Coffee was basically your life fuel and her idea was tempting, but you had a really bad day and an even worse week and a cup of coffee just wasn’t going to cut it this time. You scrunched your nose in contemplation, letting out a doubtful hum.

»Ugh, you’re impossible! Fine, I will let you wear my favourite dress for your cousin’s wedding, if you just please come to this party with me.« She sounded exasperated.

You finally perked up at her suggestion.

»So… I get a cup of coffee every morning for the next three weeks aaand I get to wear your favourite dress?« You asked, now smirking.

»Yes, will you please go now?« She asked, frustration evident in her voice.

»Hmm, let me think…« you pretended to still be considering her offer, although you have already made up your mind »fine, I’ll go to your stupid party.« 

»Yes!« She started jumping joyfully. »Oh and it’s not some stupid party, it’s the best party in London and darling, you’re going back home in three weeks and I’m just worried that you’re not gonna get  the full experience while you’re here.« She smiled cheekily.

»Ha ha Y/b/f/n, really, hilarious. I’m here on praxis remember? If that doesn’t do for the full experience of London life, then I don’t know what does.« You chuckled, some of your bad mood already dissolving, seeing how enthusiastic she seemed about you going.

»Eh, whatever, get dressed, I’ll do your makeup and then we can go.«

You were glad she offered to do your makeup, because other than putting your mascara on, you were completely useless with it.

When you two finally arrived, the entire place was already drowning in the amount of people and you two had to elbow your way to the counter.

»First drink’s on me!« Y/b/f/n shouted to you.

You merely gave her an anxious smile, downing your shot of tequila. After the second shot, you started to feel the effect and you could feel yourself caring less and less about the crowd, and by the fourth one, you actually started enjoying the music.

Y/b/f/n practically dragged you to the dance floor and you two started to jump around like maniacs when the 80’s music begun to play.

»Oh my god, I can’t believe they’re playing the 80’s!« You yelled, excited. You much prefered rock to techno and pop and it seemed that this club was perfect for you.

»I’m getting myself another drink, want anything?« You asked Y/b/f/n, heading back to the counter when she shook her head no.

Sipping on your pina colada, you suddenly felt someone standing behind you and immediately recognized her perfume. »Oh god no!« You thought to yourself.

»Y/n, hi, so good to see you!« Her high pitched voice somehow managed to outdo any other sound in the room.

»Hi Charon, I can’t believe I’m seeing you here.« You offered her one of your famous fake smiles, reserved especially for her, your cousin.

»Oh, yeah, you see Tim and I came here ‘cause he’s looking for a place for his bachelor’s party and he heard a few good words about this place, so here we are.« She giggled as if she’s just been told the most hilarious joke of all time. God you hated her guts.

»I think Tim should be here any moment now, he just went to the man’s room. You know, you guys should totally catch up.« She smiled innocently, as if she didn’t know she was putting daggers in your heart by merely being present.

»Abort, abort, abort!« Your mind was telling you.

»You know, I’m actually here with a friend and, uh, I should probably head back so she doesn’t get too worried.« You already started backing away, hoping to get to Y/B/f/n as soon as possible.

»Oh okay, some other time then.« She shrugged nonchalantly.

You pushed your way through to Y/b/f/n, only to see her dancing with a handsome guy. You decided to at least let her have some fun and opted to get some air instead, sending her a quick text not to worry before leaving the club through the back door.

You sat on the stairs just outside the door, playing with a straw. Why couldn’t you enjoy one single night out without her showing up and ruining your life over and over again. You wanted to cry, to scream and possibly throw something at her, but of course, you didn’t. You’d never let her see how much she really hurt you, you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

»Bad day?« A husky voice interrupted your thinking.

»I’ve had better.« You mumbled incoherently, but the man somehow managed to understand, seeing as he chuckled and sat down next to you.

»I’m Tom, by the way.« He introduced himself, offering his hand.

»Y/n.« You replied, wiping your sweaty palm on your thigh and shaking his hand.

»Nice to meet you Y/n.« He smiled kindly. »So what got you in such a bad mood?«

»What, I can’t be in a bad mood just because?« You retorted, raising your brows in question.

»Sure you can, but then you wouldn’t be here. You would probably be at home, eating chips while criticizing some cliche movie that you found on a random chanel and complaining about it to your friends.« He smirked.

»True.« You said after a while, shrugging your shoulders.

»So?« He prompted.

»So… what?« You took a sip of your drink.

»So, what got you into this mood?« Tom rolled his eyes playfully.

»Why should I tell you anything? I don’t even know you.« You asked, sassiness clear in your voice.

»Well you don’t have to tell me anything, however, I think you would definitely feel better if you did.« He smiled.

»What are you, my therapist?« You snorted, almost choking on your drink in the process.

»No, doesn’t mean I’m not still trying to help  and make you feel better.«

You gave him an unsure look before giving in.

»It’s my cousin.« You sighed.

»What about them?« He questioned, a wrinkle forming between his brows, confusion clear on his face.

»She’s marrying my ex.« You explained, your shoulders sinking.

»Oh, oh wow.« He said, taking a swig of his beer, trying to come up with a right response. »How long after you two broke up did they start dating?«

»Oh no, they didn’t bother waiting, my ex cheated, so basically they started going out before Tim and I even broke up, and they’re now getting married, less than five months after he officially broke up with me.« You chuckled bitterly. »And now she just had to be here to ruin my night out with a friend.« You added, taking another sip of your pina colada.

You didn’t even know why you were telling him this. I mean, he did seem like a nice guy, and a bit familiar too, was it possible you’d seen him back in the club already? Maybe it’s all just alcohol.

»Damn! Wow! Just, I don’t even know what to say except that your cousin and your ex are like the shittiest people alive.« He commented, a shocked expression on his face.

»Yeah, tell me about it.« You sighed. »What’s your story?«

»Hmm?«

»Well, you’re not inside partying either so… what’s your story?«

»What are you, my therapist?« He repeated your line from earlier, earning a chuckle from you.

»I don’t know, just, my job I guess.« He shrugged his shoulders, fidgeting.

»What about your job?« You inquired, a curious expression on your face. He seemed to be deeply troubled by this, so it couldn’t have been just a nosy colleague or a  fallout with his superior.

»I have this major opportunity that would really change my career…« He trailed off.

»But?« You prompted.

»But my friend’s been trying really hard for the past year to get this same opportunity and I don’t know how he would react if I took it.«

»Yikes, that sucks mate. Maybe you could talk to him about it?« You suggested.

»And say what? Hey mate, listen I know you’ve been trying to get this job for the past year or so, but you see, they just offered it to me and I’m actually thinking about taking it, no hard feeling tho k?« He pulled on his hair in frustration.

»Yah okay, I see what you mean.« You looked to the ground, not really knowing what to say.

»Damn our lives suck.« He chuckled bitterly.

Before you could reply someone busted the door open, nearly tripping over you two.

»Move!« The man grumbled.

»Dude, you have like at least five feet of the stairs free to walk on on your left, just leave us be.« You hissed back.

»Wow, feisty are we? Don’t talk back too much babe, you don’t want to get hurt now do ya?!« The man slurred, trying to sound threatening, but nearly tripping on his own feet in the process.

»Oh really? And who’s gonna hurt me? You? Oh I’d love to see that.« You pushed his buttons.

»Okay I think that’s enough alcohol for you.« Tom said dragging you away from the man.

»What? No! Tom, let me go! Let me go, right now!« You yelled when he literally had to carry you away from the scene.

Once he thought you were far enough from the ‘charming’ man, he let you back down.

»Why did you do that? He was piss drunk, I could have taken him!« You pouted, crossing your arms.

»Yeah, you’re not in a much better condition love. You would get hurt.« Tom replied, trying to reason with you.

»Would not.« You didn’t back from your statement.

»Sure you wouldn’t.« He rolled his eyes, not really feeling like fighting with you. »Do you need a ride or do you want to go back inside?« He asked, pointing at his car, parked across the street.

You weighed your options for a moment. You really didn’t want to go back inside, not as long as there was a possibility of meeting Tim and Charon again, but you also couldn’t help yourself but think whether Tom was perhaps one of those strangers who act nice at first, but turn out to be murderers in the end. You decided that being murdered was, in fact, still better than meeting the devil’s couple, also, Tom didn’t really give off the 'murderer vibe’.

You took the passenger seat, now smelling Tom’s cologne for the first time. It was a really good cologne and you suddenly felt the need to lean closer, to get more of the intoxicating smell.

»Okay so where do you need me to take you?« Tom asked in a kind voice.

»Narrow Street.« You answered curtly.

Tom started driving and soon the combination of the passing city lights and the slow pace of the ride made you feel drowsy. Without even realizing, you fell asleep.

»Where to exactly?« Tom asked, not yet taking notice of your unconscious state.

»Y/n?« He turned to face you, only to see your head leaned on the car window, your arms falling numbly against your body.

»Y/n?« He gently shook you by the shoulder.

»Five more minutes.« You mumbled incoherently and Tom had to suppress his laughter.

»Y/n, I need to know where exactly to take you.« He tried again.

You slowly started coming to your senses.

»Just around the corner.« You told him. You really didn’t plan on taking him to your exact address, at first, but currently being too tired to care, you decided to just fuck it, if you got killed tonight, at least you didn’t have to go to your cousin’s wedding right?

»Here.« He said, stopping right in front of your entrance.

»Ah shit.« You hissed, rummaging through your handbag. »No, no, no!« You started to feel like crying.

»What is it?« Tom wondered, witnessing your sudden outburst of emotion.

»I forgot to take my key.« You sighed in frustration. »I thought I was going home with Y/B/f/n and I didn’t take my own key.« You explained.

»Well, you can try and call her?« Tom suggested.

You took your phone out, dialing your friend’s number.

»Great. Straight to voicemail.« You sighed, burying your face in your hands.

Tom was silent for a while, then, after a minute or two, he spoke up: »Okay please don’t think I’m a creep because of this, but you could come and sleep over at my place?« He fumbled nervously with the sleeves of his shirt, waiting for your response.

You weren’t going to lie, you were a bit shocked at his offer, but considering your options, there really wasn’t much point in contemplating it.

»Okay.«

»Okay?« Surprise coloured his face.

»If you’re really okay with it too, then yes, I’d like to sleep over at yours.« You offered him a nervous smile.

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When Tom pulled over at his place, you first thought he was joking. His house was huge, as in, almost villa huge. You only started believing it really was his house, after he unlocked the door.

»Holy shoot!« You exclaimed, seeing the beautifully furnitured inside.

»Are your parents like crazy rich or something, or how exactly are you able to afford this luxury.« You asked bluntly.

»Oh no, I’m actually a bounty hunter.« He said in the most serious tone possible.

You looked at him incredulously.

»I’m joking, obviously, jesus Y/n.« You laughed nervously.

»Hah, good joke.« You said, hoping to relieve the somewhat awkward atmosphere you’ve just created.

»No, it was a horrible joke really. I don’t know why I said that.« He rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks turning a bright pink.

»Yeah it was.« You smiled, this time sincerely. »Listen, I know you’re already offering me more than I could ever ask for, but if you don’t mind, could I borrow one of your tees? This dress is killing me and I don’t think I’d ever be able to sleep in it.«

»Yeah, no of course, let me just go to my room and get it for you.« He said, hurrying upstairs.

You took a look around. The house was beautiful, so warm and cozy, yet modern and sophisticated. There were photos hung on centre wall of the room and you were just about to go take a look at them when Tom came back, holding a grey T-shirt in his hands.

»There, I picked the most comfortable one I could find, I hope it suits you well.« He handed you the soft material.

He showed you to the bathroom so you could change,offering to get some blankets for you to sleep on the sofa in the meantime.

You took your dress off and unhooked your bra, the lush cotton of Tom’s shirt felt so much better on your skin than the tight fitting artificial leather. You washed your face with cold water, wondering what the hell were you doing in a stranger’s apartment. You seriously wanted to cry. Why didn’t you just insist on staying in, you could be at home right now, drinking hot chocolate in the company of your good old telly. Instead, you were here,standing in the bathroom of a man you did not know, gathering the courage to deal with the shit that’s happened to you. You decided to head back to the living room, you really didn’t want to get any suspicious looks from Tom.

»Wow you look miserable.« Tom outed before he could stop himself, quickly covering his mouth after he realized what he had said. »Sorry.« He added, grimacing.

»No, I happen to agree with you, although I do wonder how you would look after such an event.« You scoffed.

»I’m sorry, you’re right. I didn’t mean it like that. Want me to make you some hot cocoa? And we can watch some lousy TV while drinking it? I can’t sleep after drinking so much alcohol anyways.« He suggested.

»I’d actually like that.« You smiled, following Tom into the kitchen.

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»No, no, no don’t go in there. Gosh! Do you think people really are that stupid?« You asked Tom, watching how the girl in the horror movie you and Tom decided to watch entered a dark room.

»I would normally say no, but then again I’m sitting next to a girl who decided to blindly trust a stranger, willingly go to his house and drink something he made her-you know I could’ve put poison in there right?« He chuckled.

»Alright, alright.« You hit his shoulder playfully. »Although I don’t think poison is necessary in this case. I should’ve known better than to drink milk on top of alcohol.« You scrunched your nose at the unpleasant feeling in your stomach.

»Hey can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to tho.« He said, looking very nervous and a bit uncomfortable.

»Sure, go ahead.« You replied.

»Are you still in love with your ex?« He uttered, playing with a zipper on his hoodie to avoid your gaze.

You were a bit shocked by his question. Everyone who knew about the situation so far just gave you a pitiful look, changing the subject as quickly as possible. You cleared your throat before answering. »I wouldn’t say I’m still in love with him… I actually think I stopped being really in love with him even before we broke up, I uh, probably sensed something was wrong somewhere deep inside, I was just too afraid to consciously acknowledge it. I am still very hurt by what he did though and by the fact that they both have the guts to invite me to their wedding.« You laughed bitterly.

»They invited you to their wedding?!« He literally almost dropped his jaw in shock.

»Yep, and my mum won’t allow me to ditch it, lecturing me how I’d come off as weak if I don’t go and how I have to show them I’ve moved on.« You sighed.

»Well you could go and ruin her wedding if you really, truly must go, you know?«

»How? By destroying her cake? Don’t you think that’d be a bit pathetic?« You rolled your eyes.

»No, but what you could do is, you could get engaged at her wedding and ruin her big moment.« He suggested.

»And how do you propose I do that, I’m very much single at the moment.« You laughed at his incredibly ridiculous idea.

»You ask a friend of course, you make up a story about how you two met and immediately clicked and fell in love and whatnot, you know how it is in the movies, and at the wedding, instead of making a toast to the newly weds, he asks you to marry him and voila, her big moment is now yours. And what’s great about it is that you don’t have to go through with it, you can keep it up for another few months and then say you decided you worked better as friends instead of lovers and the situation is solved.« He seemed very proud of his master plan.

You couldn’t help but just stare at him incredulously. »Are you serious right now? You’re not serious are you?«

»Why not? It’s a great revenge plan.«

»No, it’s a horrible revenge plan! If my family ever found out about it, they would have me disowned!« You nearly yelled now.

»So, you don’t let them find out! It’s not that difficult!« He contradicted.

»Yes, it is. Especially if your parents already know all your friends! Who would I even ask? You?« You scoffed, laying back on the sofa, defeated.

“Maybe?” He now sounded much less confident. Look Y/n, I was just trying to help, but clearly all I’ve done is make you even more upset, so just forget I said anything okay?« He said, genuinely sorry for making you feel bad.

»It’s fine. I’m sorry, it’s been a rough week and I just don’t feel like dealing with it all yet.« You apologized, covering your face with your hands and sighing in frustration.

»Hey, it’s all good, honestly. Do you wanna watch this movie and bet who gets killed next?« He challenged, wiggling his eyebrows.

»Sure, what’s the prize for the winner?« You asked, intrigued by the idea.

Tom seemed to be deep in thought for a moment before answering. »Okay so I have this huge chocolate bar in the kitchen, so how about whoever makes the best guesses, gets the entire bar-sharing is completely up to the winner.« He suggested, offering his hand for you to shake.

»It’s a deal.« You shook his hand firmly.

You two spend about another hour watching the film, shouting at the TV and yelling frustratingly at the characters’ choices. You won somehow, but for some unknown reason you ended up doing shots instead of eating the promised chocolate bar, each having to do as many shots as wrong guesses, and although your number was considerably smaller than Tom’s, things you remembered happening after that were a bit blurry…

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You woke up, feeling like you were about to ignite from how hot you were. You wanted to move, but you found yourself unable to do so, seeing as someone’s hand was wrapped around your upper body.

»Holy shit!« Your heartbeat fastened. »Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!«  You thought to yourself. How could you let this happen? Tom lay naked behind your back, wearing nothing but his boxers, and somehow you ended up not wearing any underwear under his T-shirt. Carefully, you lifted Tom’s arms, slowly wiggling your way away from him. Standing up, you finally took a note of the mess you two made last night. Yours and Tom’s clothes were all strewn carelessly on the floor, along with crisps’ wraps, empty, plastic shot glasses and was that a lemon peel? You miraculously managed to find your underpants in this mess quickly putting them on. You made your way to the bathroom, grateful to have correctly remembered where you left your dress. With much wiggling and jumping, you were finally able to put it back on, but your sweaty skin made it fairly difficult to move in it. You folded Tom’s shirt neatly, putting it on the washing machine. You made your way back to the living room, picking up your phone, ready for your walk of shame out of Tom’s house.

You have just closed the door, when you noticed a taxi driving down the street. You ran, still barefoot, down the driveway, hoping that the cab-driver would notice you waving at him. You got lucky, the cab stopped just in front of you and you jumped in, hoping you would never have to deal with the consequences of what happened last night. You opened your phone, ready to call Y/b/f/n to ask her if she’s already in you apartment. You nearly had a heart attack when noticing you had 40 messages and 10 missed calls from her. Shite, you must’ ve left your phone on vibrato, you usually do that because you don’t hear the phone ringing in the club anyways, but you do feel it vibrating in your pocket. Apparently though, you slept through it all. You took a deep breath before calling your friend, preparing yourself to be lectured.

»Where the fuck are you?« Came Y/B/F/N angry voice from the phone.

»Good morning to you too love.« You replied.

»Oh don’t you dare be offended Y/n, you nearly gave me a nervous breakdown, I was just about to call the police, hadn’t you called me right now. Do you have any, ANY idea how worried I was? The last message I got from you was that you went outside and then nothing, for 12 hours nothing!« She continued yelling.

Twelve hours? Shit was it really 11 am already?

»Y/b/f/n I am sorry, I really am. I ran into Charon last night and you know I can’t stomach her, so I went outside and then I met this guy, and he was about to take me back to our place, but I forgot my key because I thought I was going back home with you, and I nearly lost it at that point, but fortunately, he offered me to stay at his place, so I did and…« You were about to continue when she interrupted you.

»I’m sorry you went home with a stranger?« She asked, surprise colouring her voice. »Is this really Y/n on the phone?«

»Ha ha. Yes, I went home with him, what was I supposed to do? Sleep on the street?«

»No, it’s just… very uncharacteristic of you.« Her voice sounded calmer now. »Okay you have to tell me everything! The devil’s in the details love.«

»Oh so now that I’ve got a story you suddenly aren’t angry with me anymore?« You joked.

»No, no, I’m still mad at you, you’re just lucky I’m one of the most curious people you will ever meet in your life and my thirst for a good story overpowers my anger.« She chuckled.

»Fine, I’ll tell you everything once I get home. You are at home right?« You asked, desperate to get back to your apartment, to shower and put on something comfortable.

»Yes I am home, wait, why can’t you just tell me now?« She asked, a hint of amusement in her voice.

»Because I’m in a cab and it’s an embarrassing story to tell.« You tried to explain.

»Embarrassing how?« She snickered, then after a while the realizaton seemed to hit her. »Oh my gosh, Y/n?! Did you sleep with the guy?« She asked, gasping.

»I’ll tell you, at. home.« You were a bit agitated now.

»You did! You nasty!« She laughed loudly into the phone.

»Okay, goodbye now.« You hung up, letting out a groan. She wasn’t ever going to let this go.

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»You bitch!« She greeted you at the door, punching your shoulder.

»Ow!« You cried out before being pulled into a bone crushing hug.

»Don’t ever scare me like that again!« She said, her voice carrying a slight tremble.

»I won’t, I promise! I am so sorry.« You said, tightening your embrace.

»Y/n? Can I tell you something?«

»Hmm?«

»Please don’t be mad, but you smell like you just spent three hours at the gym and it is not a pleasant smell.« She laughed, slowly letting go of you.

»Ugh, I know, and this dress isn’t really helping the situation either.« You laughed, relieved to be back at your place.

»Okay so how about you go take a shower, while I make us some coffee?« She proposed, already pushing you towards the bathroom.

»Yes please!«

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»Fuck!« She outed, mouth hanging open.

»Yep.« You took a sip of your coffee, shifting uncomfortably in your chair.

»What the fuck?« She repeated, still in shock. »Okay so let me rewind that. You left with a guy you knew absolutely nothing about, except his name, and you willingly went to his house and spent a night there, got wasted with him and even slept with him?«

»No, I said I might have slept with him, I can’t really remember, all the tequila hasn’t really been good on my memory, on that note-remind me never to drink a single sip of it again…«

»I’m sorry, I thought you were joking earlier, but no, you really did the dirty with that guy.«

»Okay it’s not like I’m the first to do it with a stranger from a club,since when did you get so judgemental?!« You were a bit offended by her reaction.

»No, no I am not at all judging you, I am just really shocked because I’ve known you for years and it’s so not like you to do something like that.« She tried to reassure you.

»You promise you’re not judging me?« You asked, unsure.

»Of course not!« She leaned across the table to hug you. »How about we just spend a day in today, just the two of us? We can do face masks and catch up on Friends?«

»I’d love that.« You said, already getting up from your chair.

You had just turned the TV on, when there was a commercial for a new film called Chaos Walking.

»Holy… Y/b/f/n!« You yelled. She was still washing the cups.

»Hmm?« Her head peaked from the kitchen.

»That, that is the guy I was with last night.« You stuttered.

»She looked at the screen then at you, a laugh escaping her lips. »Yeah right, Y/n you can stop pulling my leg now.« She snorted.

»Y/b/f/n, I am not! Seriously, this is the guy I spent last night with.« You swallowed anxiously.

She stared at you, gawking.

»You slept with Tom Holland?!«

You looked at her, still in disbelief yourself. »I slept with Tom Holland?«

Tags (because I need validation): @starksparker @zophora @screamholland @peachyhollands @stardust-revengers @buckybcrnes @mandatheredpanda @parkeret @spokenforunicornism @purespidey @spidergirlwanab @ryleighisapanda @beautifullydisconnected @slut-for-fandoms @anxieteandbiscuits

[unda-dittaboot]

More Than A Number: Gun Violence and How it Disproportionately Impacts Black Trans Women

Itali Marlowe

Itali Marlowe was 29 years old. She is remembered by Sue Kerr, an LGBTQ+ columnist, as a person who “deserved to live a full and robust life.” According to ZORA, she did not grow up in Huston but moved their “when she came of age and where she lived her truth as a proud Trans woman.” Black Trans activist Dee Dee Watters believes that Itali moved to Houston for a fresh start. Not much information of her life has been released to the public but from what we know Itali was living a free and true life in Houston. 

Brianna “BB” Hill

Brianna “BB” Hill was 30 years old. She is remembered as a “beloved member of her community” and a person who “loved spreading joy by sharing funny videos on her Facebook page.” According to ZORA, she was a part of “The Dior Family” in Kansas City. Kris Wade, the executive director of the Justice Project KC, met BB was she was a teenager. He remembers her as a person who “was her authentic self every day.” Kris states that BB preferred to be “called Brianna or BB” though sometimes she spelled her name Breonna, Breona, or BeBe. Those who knew her describe her as “intelligent, with a wicked sense of humor and a quick tongue for comebacks.”

Yahira Nesby

Yahira Nesby was 33 years old. She was from Charlotte, North Carolina. She is remembered by her family and friends as “a good spirit,” “genuinely good people,” and “every time [Nesby was] around [she put a smile on my face and others.”  According to the Human Rights Campaign, she was a “loved member of the New York ball scene, and a member of the House of Chanel.” She was known for her ballroom dancing. She was a “religious woman, who shared videos and powerful words of faith on her social media profiles.” A facebook page that appears to belong to Yahira states that she attended Vance High School and Central Piedmont Community College. 

Monika Diamond

Monika Diamond was 34 years old. She was highly involved in the Charlotte LGBTQ and nightlife community. According to the Human Rights Campaign, she was the “co-owner and founder of an event promotional company, called Ncphyne Promotion Company, as well as the co-CEO of the International Mother of the Year Pageantry System, a pageant that honors LGBTQ+ mothers.” She spent a lot of her adult life creating community and spaces for LGBTQ people in Charlotte. She was a chosen mother to many and was greatly loved. 

Riah Milton

Riah Milton was 25 years old. She is remembered as for her “resilience and optimism as a person facing a transphobic, misogynistic, and racist society.” According to the Human Rights Campaign, she worked as a “home health aide and studied at the University of Cincinnati.” She was a loving sister and aunt who would often post photos of her family. Riah’s sister Ariel Mary Ann states that “Riah was a joyful person.” Her mother remembers her as a person who “loved traveling and being outside.” She was “outgoing, helpful, and someone who always put her family first.”

Merci Mack

Merci Mack was 22 years old. She was remembered by her loved ones as a “beautiful friend.” According to the Human Rights Campaign, her “loved ones shared how beautiful of a friend she was.” On her social medias is it shown that she enjoyed baking and relaxing in the jacuzzi. She worked at a local restaurant and shared how she was excited to return as the shop had closed due to COVID-19. According to the Advocate, her friends and family remember her as an “upbeat person who doted on her niece and nephews.” Ta’tiana Waites, Merci’s longtime friend, states she was “outspoken, generous, and funny.”

Bree Black

Bree Black was 27 years old. Not much information has been released but protesters have made efforts to find out more about her and made an alter in respect of her memory. Tifanny Burks, an organizer with Black Lives Matter Alliance Broward, states that they want to and are trying to get in touch with Bree’s family and friends. Not much information about Bree has been released to the public but protesters are working hard to see that she receives justice she deserves. 

The epidemic of violence that the Trans community sadly face on a day to day basis is no surprise when faced with the reality that there are barely any legal protections for this community. Gun violence is unfortunately one of the many ways this specific community is affected. According to the Human Rights Campaign, “of the more than 150 known victims of anti-transgender violence from 2013 to present, approximately two-thirds of those killed were victims of gun violence.” In fact “three-fourths of homicides against transgender people involved a gun, and nearly eight in ten homicides of Black trans women are by a gun.” There is an alarming pattern occurring with the death of Black trans women and it needs to end. It has been stated by Nik Harris, of the Trans Inclusive Group that “the average life expectancy for a black transwoman is 35 years of age.” This number is shocking and heartbreaking. Reform must be made to protect the precious lives of Black trans women and the trans community as a whole. 

It should be emphasizes as well that these victims are not numbers. They are humans with aspirations and dreams. They deserved a future with their loved ones. In fact the media plays a huge part in this issue. The HRC did a report demonstrating how dehumanization in the media through dead naming, cultural marginalization embedded in society, and denial of correct representation “increased risk factors compound to create a culture of violence.” As stated perfectly by the Human Rights Campaign, “we must demand better from our elected officials and reject harmful anti-transgender legislation appearing at the local, state and federal levels because it is clear that fatal violence disproportionately affects transgender women of color.” For too long have these women been cast aside. 

[chase-stephens]

Hallway - Sadie

@sadiecxstro

Chase: "Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadie" said Chase finding her in the hallway, "Sades it is so good to see you, has Gabrielle talked to you recently?" he asked putting his arm around her.

Sadie: As Sadie heard her name, she turned around and was a little surprised that it was a seemingly drunk Chase who called her. She went with it though. “Uhuh, I can see that.”, she said as she took his arm off her shoulder. “She has so I know about your little secret.”

Chase: "Well that's great" said Chase, then realizing that she didn't mean the baby, "Yes, that we are officially dating privately" Chase added, "Did accidentally tell Griffin though, which was my bad"

Sadie: “Mhm, congratulations and don’t screw it up.” That was her best attempt at not being harsh around him like she promised Gabrielle she wouldn’t “Is that why you’re celebrating tonight?” She laughed. “That’s not very surprising.”

Chase: "We're both having a great time, Gabrielle is even drunker than I am" said Chase with a laugh trying to ignore her clear hesitation about them dating. "Well, Griffin is my best friend, and it was an accident" said Chase.

Sadie: “I can’t remember the last time she or even you yourselves so I guess that’s good. I plan on finding her later.” Sadie took a sip of her drink then. “You don’t have to explain anything to me, I get it.”

Chase: "Yeah and I told Gabrielle like right away, so I feel like I'm doing okay on everything" said Chase, "I think we're both in a place that we can really be good to each other full time" he added, doing his best to not bring up the Griffin thing even though he desperately wanted to know more.

Sadie: “Would you look at that? You’re stepping up.” Sadie laughed even if she found it nice that he was doing better. “Good for you guys.” That was the closest she got to telling him that she was happy for them.

Chase: "Thanks, and hey maybe sometime the three of us can hang out" said Chase feeling hopeful that Sadie would warm up to him more.

Sadie: “Maybe but I’d like to get to know you first. Gabi’s told me so much but I haven’t really spent time with you myself.” 

Chase: "Well we should fix that, you and me should hangout sometime when I'm not kinda drunk" offered Chase, "it'll be fun" he added.

Sadie: “I think it would actually be fun for us to hang out now.” Drunk conversations were honest ones after all and Sadie planned on taking advantage of that if she can. “How much have you even drank?”

Chase: “Just what Gabrielle gave me” said Chase with a shrug, “she’s one of those party people who make doing shots basically a game” he added. “So do you want to do something or do you want to just grill me with questions, because honestly I’m down for the second option right now” chase said honestly.

Sadie: “Just one of the many reasons why we get along.” Sadie laughed at the image of Gabrielle & Chase doing that in her head. “I was going to grill you but that doesn’t sound very fun so we’re going to make it that way by playing a game of truth or drink. The rules are simple. A person either answers honestly or drinks what they are given.”

Chase: “Well great, I have a drink. Let’s play. You ask first” said Chase wondering if he could get anything from her about Griffin, Holden, or Chanel.

Sadie: “Alright, did you ever have feelings for Chanel?”

Chase: “No, we’re genuinely just friends” said Chase, “do you eat lunch with Gabrielle?”

Sadie: “Alright, I’ll take your word.” Sadie nodded. “Everyday since school started. Why don’t you do that?”

Chase: “Because I usually eat with the team. How much do you see her eat?” asked Chase.

Sadie: “Of course you do.” Her eyebrow raised then. “Not a lot and yes, I tried to get her to eat more but it didn’t work. Why?”

Chase: “I also tried to get her to eat more but it didn’t work” said Chase kind of concerned, “and on top of that I’ve never seen her eat beyond that but we hangout all the time”

Sadie: “So you’re concerned.”, Sadie realized. “So am I but don’t think constantly telling her to eat more will be very effective, it might actually achieve the opposite.”

Chase: “Yeah I know, I shut up about it” said Chase, “I don’t want her to be like afraid if that makes sense, I don’t want her to feel watched” he added.

Sadie: “Yeah, it does and I get it.” Surprisingly, Sadie found a similarity between her and Chase and that may be the start for their relationship to be better for Gabi’s sake. “Then don’t watch her. Just be discreetly concerned.”

Chase: “I mean I’m just noticing, I didn’t pick up on it until I saw her eat. We never hangout at meal times, or she’s not hungry usually. But I made her dinner and it was just different” said a Chase thinking about it.

Sadie: “Alright then, I’ll fill you in if anything changes about that. Hopefully, there will be.” Sadie was concerned that if nothing would change, there will come a day that Gabrielle would not eat anything at all. “I believe it’s your turn to ask.”

Chase: “Yeah, I'll let you know too" said Chase, "Um okay, let me think. Who are you seeing right now?" he asked, hoping she would say she likes Griffin.

Sadie: “At the moment, no one.” Although Sadie told the truth, the question made her want to drink so she did. “Hmm.”

Chase: "Your turn" said Chase already thinking what his next question was going to be.

Sadie: “Does Griffin seem happy to you?” It was a a random question but Sadie really needed to know and she figured this was her only chance to find out.

Chase: "Yeah, happy enough. He's got some girl trouble" said Chase, his frame of reference wasn't great for the Hales. Are any of them actually happy? "Who is the last person you kissed?" he asked.

Sadie: “Girl trouble?” Sadie wondered if that had something to do with her or someone else and she was not sure if she was ready to hear the answer. “Holden during spin of the bottle. Are you planning to anything with Gabi tonight?”

Chase: "Well we've already madeout once, and right now we're both making social rounds, but we're supposed to meet up later in secret as a treat" said Chase just beaming, he loved spending time with her.

Sadie: “I don’t even have to ask to know what you mean by treat. Your smile says it all.” Plus Gabrielle told her about the plan. It might be a little weird that they were that open to each other but Sadie appreciated it. “You look like a Cheshire cat.”

Chase: Chase played nice to Sadie even though he didn't want to, he'd save her roast for Chanel, that way it was more fair to Gabrielle. "Thanks Sadie, anythings a compliment from the queen of hearts" said Chase with a smaller smile.

Sadie: “Smooth.” Sadie raised her cup then as if to do the casual way of a toast. “Anything else you’d like to know?”

Chase: Chase raised his cup too, "No I think I'm all set" he said with a smile, "anything else you'd like to know?" he asked

Sadie: “I think I have all I need to know for now.”

Chase: "Alright, well I have to go find Griffin" said Chase heading out, "See you later Sades"

Sadie: “Oh, alright.” Sadie took another sip of her drink. “Have fun and make good choices.”

[szopenhauer]

Do you like Chanel purses? no

When was the last time you had Pepsi? ages ago

Do you know anyone with exaggeratedly big muscles? not personally

What is your favorite endangered animall? elephant

Can you name someone with the same last name as you? my parents

Who was the last person to scream your name? ...

By the way, that wasnt meant to be perverted.  too late  I have no idea why I thought about that - no one ever screamed my name this way and nobody ever will :x

Do you struggle to articulate your thoughts and feelings? it seems Name something that you are doing tonight. nothing and I realized that I don’t want to go to sleep more than ever before, I just don’t want to wake up tomorrow and yet I’m scared of dying (suffering)

Do you like the smell of a barbecue? nah

Would you date an 18 year old at the age you are now? too young for me Are you more likely to show affection through your words or your actions? words I guess Do you have an easy time falling asleep? I wish Are you a crier? crybaby Do you like to wear makeup? no Do you have a high tolerance for people? pfft Do you like your bed? why not How many times have you been to the ER? few

Are you wearing shorts? basically never

Do you eat randomly, just whenever the hell you want? ...

Did you have trouble getting up this morning? yeah What’s a few things that automatically make you go, “Awww”? cute little dogs Do you have soft hands? Do you like holding hands? do I? I like to hold hands tho What’s your opinion on perfumes that are REALLY expensive?  dumb, I hate perfume but expensive - that is ridiculous! Have you ever really hated a teacher and practically made it clear you did? Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know. Are you a little bit cautious around horses? Do they scare you a bit? I’m just a cautious person in general  If you could live next door to ANYONE, who would you want to live beside? love of my life, I mean - we can live together but for now it would be cool if we were neighbors at least, you know what I mean? Do you think your friends are pretty? Do your friends think your pretty? what friends... Are you currently worried about your parents finding out about something? maybe mom about that one particular thing that starts on S and ends with X

What is your opinion on air pollution? less cars!

Were you forced to read ‘The Odyssey’ in high school? from what I remember

Who was the last person to come visit you? M.

When was the last time you shaved your legs? recently

Do you own any superhero shirts? nope

What is your opinion on the “Team Edward/Team Jacob” shirts? I dislike Twilight

If you had to teach a class, what would you teach? if I really had to then art

How did your parents meet each other? personal

What profession do you think is the most under-appreciated? garbage collectors, those who clean the streets or hospitals, postmen etc.

Have you ever drawn on someone while they were sleeping? don’t do that

Does time really heal all wounds? Or is that just a trivial saying? trivial saying

Where is your favorite place to take a nap? I don’t do naps but my bed

Would you rather lose all your old memories, or never be able to make new ones? not be able to make new

Have you ever swerved off the road to avoid hitting an animal? I don’t drive

What’s a tradition you hope never dies out? it’s a secret

Do you have any exes you’d consider dating again? I’m dating my ex 

Have you ever went a year without getting your hair cut? yes Do you think you could go a week without sugar? without sweets? I already do, I don’t even drink tea with sugar  Would you be willing to go one day each week without meat? absolutely Do you feel comfortable telling people how much you weigh? whatever Are you any good at sewing? I know basics Have you looked at any old photos of yourself lately? this year Do you carry a calculator around with you everywhere? I don’t need it that often Do you like to plan things out or just go with the flow? plan but not strictly

Do you garden at all? If so, what types of things do you grow? I help my parents which I find pointless because there is always much more work than results Do you consider cooking to be an art? when done right How many pairs of sunglasses do you own? too many considering that I barely wear ‘em ^^” Are you a fast or slow reader? fast Would you ever spend $500 on concert tickets? hell no Do you know anyone who looks like you? there was a gal who was similar to me on tumblr but younger than me, I lost contact with her  Do you get nervous when you go to the doctor?  yeah :( Are you a short tempered person? oh well...

Does it take a lot to gross you out? I’m easily grossed out  Last time you seen an ocean: never saw ocean in person Do you collect sea shells? not as much as I used to

What is one change you need to make in your life this month? lets not talk about it, ok?

Would you have sex with the last person you texted? done Are you planning on kissing anyone tomorrow evening? she’s gonna be busy working Do you require a lot of private time? yasss Have you ever told a guy you were a lesbian to get him to leave you alone? it’s because I’m a lesbian lmfao If you have a favorite television show, who’s your favorite character? in my most fav shows plot was more important to me than characters tbh, it’s hard to explain, I hope I’m not the only one who thinks this way haha but in Buffy I didn’t like Xander and Angel was annoying even though he was necessary, I wasn’t a fan of Faith and didn’t understand Riley existence in the universe, also Dawn changed a lot for worse but I swallowed it with patience, in Call the midwife I felt crappy when they took Chummy and Jenny away, I didn’t watch newest episodes so I have no idea who Lucille and Valerie are, I horribly miss sister Evangelina :(

What’s the best part about flying? don’t ask me, I’ve never been on a plane

Did you ever watch Sailor Moon? fragments

Chocolate or Vanilla ice cream? vanilla

If you had to get glasses would you wear contacts? I’d prefer glasses

Are mac’s really better than PC’s? I’m a PC gal

D0 y0u l1k3 t0 t@lk l1k3 a 5c3n3 k1d? *cringe*

When you were red and green clothes do you feel like a Christmas Tree? lol

What TV show has the best theme song? hard choice

New Year’s Plans? I don’t plan to live that long

Would you agree that Sex and The City is the best show ever? no way, I didn’t even care enough to watch one episode of it

Do you call your friends with red hair “ranga’s”? wtf

Have you ever been surfing? me? surfing? r u kidding?

Would you feel funny if you kissed somebody of the same sex? excuse me, I’m into women exclusively

Name a thing in your room that other probably don’t have in theirs: me ha!

What’s your best jacket like? comfy :3

What’s something you can cook or bake like a pro? nothing 

If you could pull off any hairstyle, what would it look like? I have couple of ideas ;)

What is the worst thing that happened so far today? my failed appointment as I didn’t get any answers nor help for my heart condition and allergies and that was the last attempt, I have no other ways of fixing things to survive next months, my life;s officially over, I only have suffering and fear left, I’m a burden and I want to kill myself sooner than food or cardiac arrest 

Did that ruin your day? it ruined my LIFE

What’s something good you’re looking forward to? sweet relieve of death?...

What’s something that you think is really cute?

*wish it was mine

Describe your feet: eww, why, better not

If you see somebody crying, do you start crying too? depends

How do you like your hoodies? oversized, without kangaroo pocket in front and/or a zipper, yuk

Is having to pee really badly worse than being really thirsty? it is to me at least

Were you a cute baby? I was a red haired potato

Are you talking to anybody right now? online 

How tall are your tallest socks? I kept my rainbow knee high socks but I don’t use them anymore

Are you waiting for a phone call? at night?...

Do you look forward to swimsuit season, or get really nervous? I was skipping swimsuit seasons for over 10 years until this summer - I bought the cheapest and went to stand/walk in the water and sit on a beach despite my insecurities 

If you could live for a year with any foreign family, where would you go? don’t wanna, scary

What do you wish people would pay you to do? browse the internet XD

Do you take good pictures? I try

Should you be doing something else right now? wash my hair, drink water, commit suicide - who knows

Did that question make you nervous? that question made me sad 

Why don’t girls like porn? some enjoy it 

Tell me a memory of this summer: this summer is all about romantic love, illnesses and nostalgy

Do you think it’s pretty when 100s of balloons are let loose into the sky? a waste but still pretty, sorry love, I know you’d be irritated so don’t worry - I will never do smth like that to ya