#you should take her to big sur

[badgalazzie]

The cabin where Kaylor stayed on their Big Sur trip

I wanted to share with you guys what I found via tiktok (@/heyitsmoog) and twitter (@/kaylortruther) on Taylor & Karlie’s trip to Big Sur in March 2014. I’ve just recently got into gaylor but the connections between Big Sur and folklore are really worth sharing.

Taylor and Karlie stayed at Deetjen’s Big Sur Inn and the only private cabin is the Castro Cabin.

And there was only one bed…

There’s also a winery and vineyard called Folktale in Big Sur. Look at the font 🥲

Wisteria and lavender grows all over Big Sur.

Here’s a parallel to ivy lyric video.

Post inspired by this thread. Please visit the original tweet for more pics and info!

[cowboylikeco]

no bc she was insane & hilarious for this

[yuwuta]

*TEST DRIVE — YUUTA OKKOTSU

❝I WILL NEVER LEAVE BY YOUR SIDE, DON’T YOU KNOW YOU GOT A RIDE OR DIE

pairings. okkotsu/reader, uhhh implied maki/nobara and sort of itadori/fushiguro but that’s not so important for now

warnings, themes. non-curse/modern au, marriage of convenience au, i thought long and hard about who would fit this trope best and all i can say is that i didn’t really pick just one in the end, so if this spirals in a wedding/marriage playlist, you’ve been warned, um… sort of implied possessive behavior on yuuta’s end but it’s only teased for now :)

word count. 2.5k i can yap about him all day

playing. test drive/ariana grande, going crazy/exo, heart of glass/blondie, idea/taemin, tipsy/chloe x halle 

“I just heard the funniest joke from Inumaki,” Nobara says, welcoming herself into your apartment. You’re not surprised, and continue with your dessert preparations. Yuuji, to your left, spares her a wave, before going back to diligently preparing the vegetables. 

Maki is the only one to respond by turning slightly in her seat to raise an eyebrow at Nobara when she walks up to the island, “Since when do you think Toge is funny?” 

“Not usually,” Nobara admits, taking the neighboring open seat. She crosses her arms atop the counter, and squints at you, “But he surprised me this time.”

Your eyes fidget to Maki, who seems equally confused by Nobara’s unnerving stare, then to Yuuji, who appears none the wiser, because he happily chirps, “Well, I wanna hear it! Tell us, Kugisaki!”

“He said that it was soooo kind of you to share your anniversary date with Yuuta and have us all over for dinner,” Nobara drawls, “Then I got confused, of course—but then I thought, ‘Maybe they’re secretly together and I just didn’t know. Wouldn’t be a huge surprise.’”

You flinch at that, “What do you mean that wouldn’t be a huge sur—”

“This is the funniest part, though,” Nobara squints, “He said that you’re actually married, and he meant that today is your wedding anniversary. He was pretty convincing, though. He’s very committed to the bit—even challenged me to ask you at dinner, but I figured I’d straighten it out now,” she drawls, reaching over to steal a cucumber slice from Yuuji’s station, “You’re not actually married to Yuuta, right?”

You pause, for too long. Maki’s disbelief shifts from Nobara to you, morphing into a threatening glare that makes you chuckle nervously. Yuuji keeps turning his head between you and Nobara, waiting for one of you to crack. 

It’s not her. “Okay… define married,” you mumble.

Nobara all but jumps across the island, standing up and slamming her palms on the counter top. “What do you mean ‘define married’—there’s only one definition!” Yuuji frantically sweeps his preciously sliced vegetables out of her range. “You’re either married to Okkotsu or you’re not, which is it?” 

You pause again. Too long this time. 

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Maki says, “It’s true? Toge says that shit all the time, how he can ‘still hear wedding bells’ when you two are around. Oh, I’m going to be sick.”

“Wait, you’re married?” Yuuji quips, “Since when? You should have told me, I would have gotten you a present!”

“Okay, okay—enough!” you yell, taking a step back, “It’s… true, but it’s not what you think. Yuuta and I are legally married, but we’re not together together.”

Nobara reaches to flick you on the forehead, “What the hell does that mean?” 

“It means, we’re married on paper only,” you explain, strategically placing your knife in the sink, far out of Maki and Nobara’s reach. 

“Say more words,” Maki demands, “Now.” 

You sigh. Even Yuuji has paused his preparations, blinking at you with those big, wide eyes, and you know for sure there’s no way out of this now. 

“It happened four years ago. I—”

Despite being the one who asked you to say more, Maki is the first to cut you off, incredulous, “Four years? You’ve been married to that beanstalk for four years and neither one of you twigs thought to mention it?” 

“Maki, let her finish,” Yuuji pitches in for you, reaching a comforting hand out to your shoulder, “Maybe she was dying and needed Okkotsu-senpai to sign her insurance papers so the government didn’t sweep her away! I saw that in a K-Drama once,” he smiles proudly. Nobara pinches her face in disgust, immediately refuting and calling Yuuji an idiot for believing everything he sees on TV. 

“Honestly, that’s not too far off. I’m not dying—and neither is Yuuta,” you hastily correct the worried faces peering at you, “But he was sick as a kid, and long story short is something got fucked up with his insurance when his parents died. It wasn’t a big deal, at first, but it spiraled into a bunch of issues, the biggest being the threat of taking his parents’ house away from him.”

Nobara pulls back, crossing her arms. “Why didn’t Gojo just do something then? That idiot has more than enough money to spare for some petty hospital bill, even with twenty years of interest.” 

“He did,” you assure her, “But then the house became its own problem. His parents didn’t leave the deed in his name, and the community board tried to say that Yuuta had no assets and wasn’t a favored candidate for their neighborhood, even if he was their son.” 

“That’s bullshit,” Maki interjects. 

“Yeah, totally not fair,” Yuuji pouts, “That’s his dead parents’ house and they wanted him to prove himself?” 

“Pretty much,” you sigh, “Basically marriage is something that helped prove his eligibility… plus some doctored philanthropic donations on Gojo’s end, and letters of recommendation from Shoko and her co-workers.” 

Nobara tuts her bottom lip out. “I don’t know, I’m not buying it.” 

“No, it makes sense. I’m sure by now all his parents’ neighbors are a bunch of uptight, old heads who didn’t want some kid throwing parties nearby,” Maki argues, “But once they hear he’s a young, married, nurse with a side hustle in philanthropy, I’m sure those geezers welcomed him with open arms. Sounds like some shit my family would do, too.” 

Nobara hums, factoring in Maki’s evaluation. “Okay fine. Yuuta marries you, he gets his parents’ house back and probably commits insurance fraud too,” she settles, “But what about you?—You said this was mutually beneficial, so what did you get out of it?” 

You probably should talk to Yuuta about revealing all the details of your marriage to your friends, but you knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Yuuta’s parents’ death and the issues that came along with it weren’t a secret at the time, but your problems are something you kept private. It’s a miracle you’ve gone this long under the radar, and you know Nobara isn’t going anywhere with unanswered questions. 

“Permanent residency status,” you tell her, “Yuuta’s a citizen, so in marrying him, all my problems about finding a job in six weeks after graduation disappeared.” 

“But… you got a job?” Yuuji questions, head tilted. 

“Yeah, eventually, but I didn’t know I would, and it was either take that chance, or be forced to go back home, and my time was running out,” you reveal, twiddling your thumbs together, “Look, I would have said something at the time, but everyone had their own shit to deal with after graduation. I would have asked any one of you to marry me, but I knew Yuuta was the only one with a reason to say yes.” 

The kitchen falls quiet as the news sits with your friends. Nobara and Maki’s stern disbelief slowly morphs into empathy, and Yuuji’s bright eyes grow steely with concentration as he pieces your story together. 

Then he springs up, “Wait, I totally would have married you, senpai!” 

You laugh, a lightness easing its way back into the room. “Thanks, Yuuji,” you lean to give him a kiss on the cheek, but you’re met with Nobara’s outstretched palm instead. 

“Nuh-uh. Just because I think this marriage is insane doesn’t mean that I condone adultery.” 

“It’s not adultery. I told you, Yuuta and I are married on paper only—he’s free to date and kiss whomever he pleases, and so am I,” You roll your eyes, pushing her hand away and giving Yuuji a kiss anyway, which he happily accepts, sticking his tongue out in mockery at Nobara.

Maki scoffs, “Are we sure that Yuuta knows that?” 

“Of course he knows that.”

“So then why hasn’t he dated anyone?” Maki presses, eyes lowering into a teasing glare. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “Who Yuuta does or doesn’t date isn’t really my business.” 

Nobara pulls at her hair, “Yes it is. You’re his wife.” 

“His contractual wife,” you correct. 

“Contractual?” 

“Wait—have Yuuta and Toge not totally kissed on several drunk, or am I the only one who saw that?” Yuuji interjects.

“No, that was you and Fushiguro,” Nobara says, “And nobody cares about you two right now.” 

You put a hand on Yuuji’s shoulder, “I care about you, Yuuji. Please, tell us about your drunk escapades with our dear Megumi.” 

“Save it, Itadori,” Maki cuts in, crushing Yuuji’s bright demeanor, “You and Yuuta are way more pathetic. Keep talking.” 

“Since when do you even like to gossip?” 

“Since she met me,” Nobara gleams, proudly, “Now, keep going.” 

You give Yuuji an apologetic glance before continuing, “I just mean that by the end of this year, Yuuta and I can get amicably divorced without raising any suspicion. Our marriage can’t be contested as a sham, I’ll be eligible for citizenship and housing on my own, and all will be well.” 

It’s quiet again, for a moment. You bite your lip in anticipation. Ultimately, you knew that none of your friends would judge you and Yuuta for what you did, but it wasn’t exactly normal to marry your friends for legal benefits, and then hide your marital status from almost everyone you knew. Still, this conversation was going about as well as it could, until Maki starts laughing. 

Her laughter starts off quiet, then grows gradually, until it becomes concerning. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Maki actually laugh before—a few amused grunts, and occasional drunk giggles, yes, but full-on, blown laughter is a first. It’s scary, and as you glance at Nobara and Yuuji, you’re clearly not the only one worried. 

“You actually believe that he doesn’t feel anything for you—that’s rich,” she says through laughter, clutching her stomach, “God help you if you think you can just divorce him. You two are so fucked, you deserve each other.”

“Wait, speaking of rich, did you sign a prenup? Isn’t Yuuta totally loaded now that he’s a nurse and related to Gojo—I also don’t think that you’ll be able to divorce him that easily, but if you kill him, you could be an instant millionaire,” Nobara reasons. 

“That’s so shallow!” Yuuji exclaims, “Also, I’m a nurse, and I wouldn’t say I’m loaded.” 

“That’s because you’re not cute like Yuuta,” Nobara mocks, “If you were, then you’d make the big bucks.” 

“I’m cute!” Yuuji cries, turning to you, “I’m cute, right?” 

You reach to pat his head, “Yes, Yuuji, you’re very cute. And perfectly well off enough. Yuuta works inhumane hours for his money, don’t be like him.” 

“Itadori, you make, like, quadruple what the average person makes,” Maki reminds him, “You just spend it all just as quickly.” 

Nobara scoffs, “Which he can afford to do because he’s a nepotism baby.” 

“You just said I was poor and ugly, and now I’m a nepotism baby? Pick a story, Kugisaki!”

“I don’t have to pick shit. Nanami-san sponsors your entire life, and enables your bad spending habits,” she huffs, “Yuuta’s a nepotism nurse, too. In fact, you both make me sick.” 

“Okay, then by that logic Fushiguro is also a nepotism baby!”

“Well, duh. He’s, like, the poster child for nepotism babies all around the world.” 

You drown out Nobara and Yuuji’s argument, mulling over Maki’s words instead. Did she mean to imply that Yuuta would make your divorce difficult on purpose?—you don’t see why; Yuuta doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body, and it wouldn’t serve him any purpose. You didn’t sign a prenup, but you would never argue ownership over any of his assets, and you know that Yuuta knows that; he’d already given you so much, you would never try to take anything from him. 

In fact, getting divorced would only open more doors for him. You don’t know if Yuuta hasn’t dated in the past four years out of some lingering loyalty to your marriage, but if that was the case, then you don’t want to stand in his way for any longer than necessary, and you especially don’t want him to grow to resent you for it. He would no longer be unnecessarily bound to you; he’d be free, legally, to carry on with his life—you would be the only one indebted to him for his boundless kindness. 

Truthfully, you hadn’t thought much of your divorce throughout your marriage. You knew that after five years, you could get divorced without consequence, but you hadn’t pictured how that would go. The thought of it somehow messing with your relationship to Yuuta, and your mutual friendships makes your head hurt. Maybe you should have married Yuuji instead. 

“Are you kidding, Yuuta would have mauled him,” Nobara chuckles, “Plus he would have lost his childhood home.” You blink. Guess you said that last part out loud. 

Her words spark more bickering between her and Itadori, and this time you turn to Maki. It was evident that she was just as much in the dark as anybody else about your secret marriage, but, still, it seemed like she knew something that you didn’t. 

“Maki, does... you said I think that Yuuta doesn’t feel anything—then what does he feel?” 

Maki blinks, then shakes her head, “You clearly don’t know who you married. That’s for you and your husband to work out.” She continues, this time that same wicked laughter is back, “Just know that whatever your plan for divorce was, it’s not going to be that easy. Yuuta is stupid, clearly, but he’s not that dumb. At least, I hope not.” 

You pout, shoulders slumping. That was about the most cryptic and least comforting response a person could give, but you shouldn’t have expected more from Maki. Luckily, Yuuji moves to give your shoulders a comforting rub, forgoing Nobara’s exclamations of him being a homewrecking harlot. 

At this point, you can’t tell if their arguing or your overthinking is causing your headache. Maybe you should cancel this group dinner all together; there’s no way you and Yuuta won’t be the topic of conversation all night, and you’re not exactly looking forward to pairing Maki’s mystic messages with Toge’s public humiliation, unless you start consuming liquor now. 

Deciding that’s the best plan of action, you turn to your cupboards to reach for a bottle of wine, pawning off popping the cork to Maki when your phone buzzes, catching your attention. 

It’s a text from Yuuta, similar to one you’ve received on this day every day, for the past four years, with something a little extra tacked on this year. 

from: yuuta 🌟 — happy anniversary (and i’m not just saying that because the feds are watching) (＾∇＾) — cheers to us, and many more! 🖤

[moonstruckme]

Hi Mae! I absolutely adore you and your writing, you truly have a gift!

Can I please request something with James Potter where readers anxiety is really bad and is super emotional cause pms and is just kinda struggling and needs to be dealt with the most gently? Totally not projecting much at all lol 😬😫🤣

Totally no pressure if you don’t feel up to it! I love reading anything you write ❤️❤️

Hi lovely, thanks so much!!

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 772 words

“Here y’go, love.” James presses a mug’s handle into your hands, and you take it quickly once you realize he’s holding the hot sides. 

“James!” you hiss, chiding. “You’re going to burn yourself.”

Only James Potter could make a shrug seem fond. He sits down beside you on the couch, hand resting on your thigh, and the knee you hadn’t realized you’d been jiggling slows to a stop. 

“What’s eating you?” he asks mildly, rubbing you from knee to hip as he sips his tea, quietly hinting for you to do so as well. 

You sigh, blowing on your tea before raising it to your lips. “Nothing so important I should be this stressed about it,” you say bitterly. “It’s just PMS.” 

You hate how your hormones mess with you around this time of the month. It makes it feel like you can’t trust yourself, because you’re never sure if the emotions you’re experiencing are valid or amplified by your body’s punishing cycle. Your already oversensitive nerves go into overdrive, and you feel three times as susceptible to bouts of rage or crying, though which one it’ll be is as good as a coin toss. Everything is just more, and all the time, and it sucks. 

James makes a sad puppy sound. “Yeah? Are you hurting, honey?” 

“Not really.” You have a headache, but that’s probably more due to your anxiety than anything else. 

“Well, why don’t you try telling me what’s bothering you,” James suggests. “Even if you think it’s not a big deal, maybe I can help.” 

You sigh again, a heaving, dramatic exhale. “Macy’s having a birthday party this weekend.” 

That surprises a smile out of James, and he tilts his head to look at you bemusedly. “Oh, how nefarious! Shall we curse her?” 

You give him a look that says not funny, even as your own lips curl up slightly. James smothers his grin as best he can (which is to say, not very well), nodding at you seriously to continue. 

“I just—” you heave another sigh, and James’ hand redoubles its efforts on your leg, squeezing the fatty inner part encouragingly. “I’m not going to know anyone there, and I’m going to have to go straight after work on Friday, and she and her friends always stay out so much later than I want to. I just know I’m going to be exhausted.” 

“Okay.” James is nodding, still looking slightly confused. “So don’t go.” 

“But it’s her birthday,” you say, the last syllable taking an unexpected turn into whiny territory as your eyes grow wet. “I don’t have an excuse to miss it and I’ll be the worst friend in the world if I do.” 

“Sweetheart, hey.” James’ voice takes on a slight panicked edge due to the appearance of tears, though you can tell he’s trying to be soothing. His hand abandons your leg to snake around your waist, scrubbing up and down your side. “Honey, you’re a great friend. You’re just looking out for yourself a little bit,” he promises, kissing the top of your head. “Let’s think about who’s going to be more upset, alright? If you miss it, Macy might be a bit sad you didn’t come, but she’s still got all of her other friends who don’t know you anyway, and the party will probably go on as it would have. But if you go, you’ll have to hurry there straight after work, you might be too tired to be much fun, and you could end up miserable the whole night. Sound right?” You nod wretchedly, and he hums into your hair. “So just miss this one, and make it up to her with lunch or something another time, yeah?” At your hesitation, he adds, “You have plans Friday night, you can’t make it.” 

You look up at James. “I don’t have plans, though. I don’t want to lie to her.” 

“Sure you do, sweetheart,” he contradicts you, grinning. “You have plans with me, duh. You’ve only been friends with Macy for a couple months, right?” You nod. “Well then sorry, Macy, but I’m pulling rank.” You laugh, and James swoops down to kiss at your dimple when it appears. “I need my girl for Friday night. She’s pre-engaged.” 

James can never stop kissing once he’s gotten started, and you hide your cheek from him in his own chest, wrapping your arms around his waist in an awkward sort of hug. “Thanks, Jamie.” 

You can still hear the smile in his voice. “Anytime, my love. Now, since that’s been resolved, do you think you can drink your tea? It’s gonna get cold.”

[chrisevansonly]

𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄

☁︎ charles leclerc x female reader

☁︎ there is nothing better than carving pumpkins with your husband and your little girl

☁︎ no warnings just very sweet dad! charles content ahead<3

☁︎ i’m really excited for this, i love dad!charles so much you guys have no idea..i love this fall celebration fic idea idk why i didn’t do it before…

Across the table lay a sheet of fabric to protect the delicate cherrywood underneath from the pumpkin seeds and goop that was about to take up the space. You and Charles had taken your daughter Alia out to get some pumpkins to carve for Halloween. Of course, you had to take a little road trip to find only the best according to your husband, Alia had the time of her life that day.

“Maman is it almost ready!” your little girl shouted from the top of the stairs

“Alia, qu'avons-nous dit sur le fait de crier à l'intérieur”

Charles voice could be heard from the kitchen as little footsteps descended down the stairs, a shy smile on her face

“Qu'il est trop bruyant à l'intérieur…”

You smiled turning to see your daughter coming over to you, Charles leaning down to press a kiss to her head

“Oui c’est ça mon ange”

“To answer your question princess it’s ready now, do you want to pick your pumpkin?”

Alia’s face lit up as she nodded, carefully studying the three big pumpkins in front of her

“The middle please! So I can be between papa and you maman!”

It never failed to make your heart soar at just how much Alia loved both you and Charles, she constantly wanted to do things with the two of you.

“The middle one is yours then my love, Papa can help you clean out your pumpkin too if you’d like”

The little girl nodded, getting up onto her stool so she stood higher so she could reach everything she needed. Charles carved the top off of her pumpkin with a knife, knowing it was too sharp for her to grab

“So do you have your spoon bébé?”

“Oui papa! Can I start?!”

He laughed

“Yes, go ahead”

The three of you began to scoop out your pumpkins, Alia obviously asking for her dad’s or your help when her arms got tired, which seemed to be more often than not. Once they’d been cleaned out, you helped her trace the face she wanted to carve, her eyes watching you carefully, in awe of the soon to be carved pumpkin.

“Papa comment ça s'appelle déjà?”

“C'est un jack-o-lantern mon amour”

She furrowed her brows looking up at her

“Mais pourquoi?”

A smile tugged at your lips at your daughter’s curiosity, she always wanted to know the what, the why and the how, Charles says she takes on after you.

“Pourquoi ne pas demander à ta maman?”

“Maman?”

Alia turned to look at you, a soft smile on her face

“Yes baby?”

“Why is it called a jack-o-lantern…?”

You pressed a kiss to her cheeks before thinking for a moment

“I think because it reminds people of a lantern…you know when Papa lights a candle sometimes and the light flickers?”

She nods

“Well I think it reminds people of that..”

“Oh okay maman!”

Alia was quiet for the next while as Charles helped her carve out the shapes she’d asked you to draw in the pumpkin. His was already complete as was yours, both of you going with a traditional triangle eyes and smiley shaped mouth. Honestly you’d argue this was some of your best work to date.

While Alia was busy admiring the now finished pumpkin she had Charles came over pressing a kiss to your cheek

“We’re pretty good no?”

You leaned into his touch

“I think so, some of our best I’d say” you replied to which your husband was quick to agree too.

“Do you think she’s going to ask us to get more..?”

In hindsight maybe you should have picked up more than three pumpkins, this activity seemed to enrapture your little girl, and knowing her, she’d want to keep carving as much as she could.

“Well I might have picked up some extra…they’re out in the backyard”

You tilted your head enough to look at him, a gentle smile on his face

“You think of everything don’t you baby?”

“I just always think of my girls…knew Alia might want to make another one”

Leaning up to kiss him you sighed happily

“Worlds best husband and dad award goes to you, as always Char”

Before Charles could answer you Alia let out a few giggles

“Look at Papa’s pumpkin! It’s so funny!”

Charles feigned hurt

“Hey, it doesn’t look funny!”

“Yes Papa! It looks so funny!”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly along with your daughter as she poked at her father’s pumpkin. When stopped laughing she looked between the two of you, her eyes filled with joy

“Peut-on les allumer maintenant?”

This time you nodded, fixing her hair a little bit

“Oui, allez, petite citrouille, papa apportera les allumettes.”

As she took off towards the front door, you and Charles brought the pumpkins over, happy to get some time to spend all together as a family, especially with Charles being away at races or having other obligations with his sponsors. You had each other, and of course your little pumpkin herself, who now would want to carve as many pumpkins as her arms could handle.

Who were you and Charles to stop her, even if you two ended up being the ones who did most of the work.

translations:

Alia, qu'avons-nous dit sur le fait de crier à l'intérieur: Alia, what did we say about shouting inside?

Qu'il est trop bruyant à l'intérieur: that it’s too noisy inside

Oui c’est ça mon ange: yes it is my angel

Papa comment ça s'appelle déjà?: dad, what is it called again?

C'est un jack-o-lantern mon amour: it’s a jack-o-lantern my love

Mais pourquoi?: but why?

Pourquoi ne pas demander à ta maman?: Why don’t your ask your mother

Peut-on les allumer maintenant?: can we light them now?

Oui, allez, petite citrouille, papa apportera les allumettes: yes come on little pumpkin, daddy will bring the matches

[vodkabodies]

Surprise?

Summary: A seemingly normal celebration trip where Harry learns that consuming alcohol isn’t the only thing that can get a girl puking.

Pairing: Harry Styles x Non-showbiz gf

WC: 2.2k

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, pregnancy, and some fluff <3

A/N: My first published work here so please be gentle. Enjoy!

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Y/n didn’t know what prayer worked out of the multiple ones she consistently recited for this day to finally come into fruition. The day where Harry set aside work and exchanged his incredibly busy schedule with one where his only agenda was to unwind and bond with his family, friends, and ofcourse Y/n, his girlfriend of almost five years. Today was a couple of days before his birthday and a day before their anniversary, so it meant everything for Y/n that the love of her life gets to celebrate the way he deserves to, even for just the weekend.

They were currently staying at a resort in Big Sur, Harry’s mom and older sister, as well as a couple of their closest friends had cleared their own schedules to be able to celebrate with Harry. Y/n took pride in finding the perfect venue for this weekend getaway, and she was just as proud at the gifts she had bought for her man, a bundle of vintage vinyls she knew he’d absolutely love, and an electric guitar he’d been eyeing online for quite some time now. She intended to give him these gifts once they got back from their trip.

Anne and Gemma were picked up directly from the airport by Mitch and Sarah, with their child in a car seat who was asleep for most of the drive, while some of their other friends drove themselves to the resort. The couple on the other hand, ran a little later than intended as the night before, they did some ‘special adult activities’ that they were aware they could not do on the group trip, to keep it as wholesome as possible. Y/n woke up, bundled in sheets, beside Harry who was still deep in slumber while the clock on his bedside table read 7:15. The drive from their shared home in L.A. to Big Sur would take at least 5 hours, but traffic would surely be expected so they planned beforehand to leave as early as possible so they could arrive at the venue by noon. Thankfully, they finished packing and loading their things in the car early the day before so all they had to do was quickly get ready and make sure they didn’t forget anything.

“You made sure the oven isn’t on?” Y/n asked loudly as she bolted out the front door, “Baby, we didn’t even cook anything yesterday, the oven is off… And so are the lights in every room. We’re good to go.” Harry explains as he gets in the driver’s seat. “I’m so excited! The weather’s so nice!” Y/n exclaimed and to that Harry smiled, while pulling out their driveway. The drive went smoothly, at the three hour mark they realized that they were definitely not gonna make it on time, so Y/n  sent a text in the group chat that the group, who all surprisingly showed up on time, should eat lunch without them and that they’d just pick up some drive-thru on the way.

The clock read almost 2 p.m. when they arrived and everyone thought it was funny how it seemed like the couple planned their grand entrance by being tardy like the duo they were known to be. Always so fashionably late. Catching up was necessary and so that was what they mostly did throughout the rest of the day, besides watching a couple of movies and cooking dinner. It unexpectedly rained around dinner time so their plans of starting a bonfire that night were postponed until tomorrow evening. Everyone went to their designated rooms after they all agreed to wake up extra early for a hike, Anne and Gemma deciding not to join as their jet lag got the best of them and so they could look after the burnt out parents' baby.

After their group hike in the morning and a very filling lunch when they got back, everyone spent the rest of the afternoon swimming until the water got too cold and the sun was setting. "Thank you for convincing me, Y/n. I really needed this." Harry said as they walked back to their room to freshen up before dinner. "You're welcome, baby. You always work so hard, I'm so happy you actually agreed. I'm sure the others needed this just as much as we do." After taking a quick shower and changing to more comfortable lounge clothes, everyone headed to the dining table where comfort food was served.

“You have one year before you turn three decades old, darling.” Anne jokes and Harry shakes his head with a chuckle as they sit beside each other at the table. Harry handed Y/n the bowl of rice before replying to his mum, "Making me sound so old!" and Anne returned the same laugh. "Well, you're not necessarily a baby anymore… Might as well have a baby of your own!" Harry didn't reply but smiled at the idea. His career was doing incredibly well, he's well received by the public, he has amazing family and friends who have supported him throughout the years, and a girlfriend he never thought he'd deserve. Life was good, and a family of his own one day sounded like heaven to his ears.

Dinner went by fast as everyone devoured their meals, hungry from the activities they did all morning and afternoon. Noticing that the sky was clear tonight, they decided to finally start the bonfire and set up some chairs around it. S'mores were made and beer bottles were opened as stories were shared by everyone. Sarah accompanied their baby to their room as it was approaching bedtime. Mitch picked up the guitar he had brought with them and everybody cheered when music started echoing the open area.

Although it was a simple get together, Harry was having the time of his life… Singing, drinking, laughing until he almost fell off the foldable chair, all while being wrapped in his lover's embrace and surrounded by nature. "I can't wait to show you my gifts when we get home." Y/n whispered in his ear. "Why wait at home when you can show it to me tonight?" he playfully replied, making her erupt in giggles. "That's not what I'm talking about. I have more to give but they're at home." She says as she kisses his cheek.

Y/n was singing along until she felt something boiling at the pit of her stomach. She quickly excused herself from the circle to go to the bathroom. Could it have been something they ate? Everything served was fresh and no one seemed to have an upset stomach aside from her at that moment. Immediately heading for the bathroom door, the knob appeared to be locked from the inside. "One second!" Gemma exclaims as she turns off the sink. Once she opened the door, Y/n rushed to the toilet and puked most of dinner out. "Y/n, are you alright?" Gemma asks in worry as she rushes towards Y/n's side. She took a minute to answer as she vomited one more time, "Uh… I'm fine. Just an upset stomach, maybe." Right as she finishes her sentence, another round of puking erupted from her as Gemma held her hair up and rubbed her back soothingly. "How many have you drunk so far?" She hasn't had anything to drink tonight… Come to think of it, the past few weeks she had refrained from drinking overall. No particular reason, she thought. But truly, a part of her brain was telling her she shouldn't.

"I haven't been drinking at all lately." At this, she stood up and headed over to the sink. "I've been feeling nauseous lately, but never to the point of puking. I don't know if it's something I ate today… I don't know." She adds as she rinses her mouth with water, lightheaded from the endless vomiting. Cog wheels started turning in Gemma's head as clueless Y/n explained her current situation. "Y/n I don't want to alarm you, but do you think maybe there's a chance… you might be pregnant?" She asked, trying her very best to not worry her, in case the girl didn't want to hear that right now.

It took her a minute to process what Harry's sister had said. Could she really be pregnant? If she was, that could explain everything she'd been feeling lately. Even as hectic as Harry's schedule was, they did still have some time to themselves and ‘bond’. Not as often as they would've liked but they take advantage of any time they could have together. The past couple of weeks though, Y/n had found herself becoming clingier than usual, craving his presence a little more than she already did. And she started losing a bit of appetite for food she'd normally be able to inhale when she craved it. Feelings she thought were seemingly normal, turned out to be symptoms all along. No wonder the mere smell of alcohol made her stomach turn!

She stared at herself in the mirror for a couple more seconds, then turned to look at Gemma with concern on her face, patiently waiting for Y/n to say something. "It's not impossible… I might be." Y/n finally spoke. She was genuinely shocked. Really shocked because they haven't really planned on having children any time soon. Should she tell Harry now? Or should she take a test first just in case? "Do you want me to grab a pregnancy test for you?" They were walking out of the bathroom now. "It's alright, I'll take a test the moment we get home tomorrow. I don't think I should tell Harry yet." Y/n whispers as they head back to where everybody was, following the sounds of loud singing and beautiful guitar playing. Before they could exit the door, Gemma grabbed Y/n's hands. "If you really are pregnant, I just wanna say that I'm happy Harry gets to start a family with you. I'll try to hide it from mum for now but I can already tell she'll be ecstatic!" This meant everything for Y/n. His family loved her like their own and she values them so much. After hugging, they finally arrived back at the bonfire. Fortunately, some of them were too tipsy, Harry included, to notice their absence. "Hey, baby!" Harry reached for Y/n's hand and motioned for her to sit beside him. She obliged and quickly engulfed in Harry's warm embrace. 

After another hour and a half, with Sarah joining them again once the baby fell asleep, they were bringing their chairs back inside and headed to their rooms to end the night. Harry and Y/n were laughing as Harry stumbled into their shared room after losing his balance when she opened the door. "Oi! Laughing a little too loud at a poor man falling instead of helping him up?" she giggles uncontrollably while reaching her hand out to help him.

Harry was about to kiss her after he closed the door but Y/n immediately felt the same wave in her stomach as she did earlier and bolted to the bathroom. Harry rushed behind her as he watched his girlfriend puke her guts out, head hanging above the toilet. "Are you okay, love? Had too much to drink?" he asked as he knelt down beside her. For a second she stared at the bathroom floor, not knowing if any second she'll puke again before she can get any words out. After a minute of silence she finally spoke, "Harry, I didn't drink at all tonight." She didn't want to tell him just yet, she wasn't entirely sure after all. But the way she looked at him almost begged him to read between the lines and understand the point she was trying to make. It took him a moment, still in his half drunk state. She looked into his eyes then down at her stomach, which wasn't showing, but she hoped he got the message.

"You're pregnant?" he asked in confusion, searching for answers in her eyes which were now welling up with tears. All she could do was nod as he pulled her in his arms. "I'm not entirely sure yet. But when I left to use the bathroom earlier, I ran to puke and Gemma helped me. She was the one who asked if I was possibly pregnant. I wasn't really thinking about it at all." Harry pulled away before he could reply. "We're having a baby?" he asked, more enthusiastic now. "Maybe…" she replied after rinsing her mouth. Without wasting another moment, Harry closed the gap between him and his lover as he kissed her prior worries away. She didn't want to ruin the trip by announcing this to her partner out of the blue, but it was never bad news to begin with. Once they pulled apart from each other's hungry lips, Y/n had one thing to say, "Surprise?" They both immediately laughed and hugged at her words.

They went outside again, that very same night. While the rest were fast asleep, they walked hand-in-hand talking about clearing both their schedules to book and attend an appointment for a check-up. Harry didn't think this getaway would get any better, but it just did. "Baby, I almost forgot!" Y/n alarmingly exclaimed as she looked at the time on her wrist watch. "What?!" Harry asked with concern, but she smiled at him before he could panic. "Happy Anniversary, H." she spoke, resting her hand on his cheek, pulling him into a quick peck on the lips. "Happy Anniversary, angel. I love you so much."

When they finally got home the next day, Y/n gave Harry the gifts she had bought, he adored every single one of them. And while she napped after unpacking their luggage, Harry spent the rest of the afternoon scavenging for the perfect engagement ring online.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I would appreciate some feedback for future reference <3 More updates soon once I get the hang of this app!

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[pinkorchidsinspring]

Why is no one talking about how Taylor named herself “chairman of the tortured poets society”?

Don’t swifties see that if not her sexuality- Taylor has been tortured by something, internally, externally even?

What could a white billionaire such as the Taylor Swift be tortured by?

I’d go as far as to connect it to the lakes:

A SONG WHERE SHE LITERALLY SAYS:

Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

And then proceeds to list all the reasons she wants to go to the lakes?

The hunters with 📱 cellphones

Sounds a lot like the fans… specifically the ones who don’t know when to stop, and think that they have an invite to criticize her body, and sexualize her friends, and write headlines like “Do you have to be a supermodel with a**ets to be in Taylor’s circle?”. She’s tired of the dissecting, of the sheer inability of these people to ignore any queer references she makes in her art, in order to benefit their ice queen sl*t! Narrative of her.

She doesn’t belong in this society, much like the poets before her.

This homophobic society that will rip apart anyone who pushes the boundaries. That will make any snide remarks possible if she came out, like “for a queer woman” at award ceremonies, or reduce her to her body if they can’t hate on her art.

Her beloved doesn’t belong in this society either

I wonder why her beloved doesn’t belong in this patriarchal, set-up-for-straight-white-males society if he’s a straight white male? “Oh he’s more sensitive than other men”… or Maybe her beloved is a gay woman…🧍‍♀️

Old issues that should be over, have burrowed under her skin, and now hurt her in heart stopping waves of hurt

I don’t even need to say anything about this one.

Name dropping sleezes who tell her what her words are worth

Whether this is a direct reference to Kanye, and scooter, or just in general people who do this. Seems like she’s speaking against the people who tell her what her words are worth… after all, shade never made anybody less gay…

She wants auroras and sad prose

Are none of you getting yet that she’s got a lovely woe is me closeted lesbian thing going on here?

She wants wisteria to grow over her bare feet, because she hasn’t moved in years, and she wants her muse right by her side when it’s growing.

Open your eyes. She wants her muse to be standing by her side WHEN THE WISTERIA GROWS, does that sound like someone who is allowed to stand next to who she wants to on a red carpet without judgement?! Oh and by the way @sunshineheist brought to my attention that wisteria and lavender grow all over the mountains in Big Sur. She’s just writing songs about her mortal enemies though. Obviously.

In conclusion, this is no consequence:

[supernaturaldoll]

✩░▒▆▅▃▂▁𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩▁▂▃▅▆▒░✩

Dean Winchester x F!Reader

be a sweetie and reblog/repost this if you enjoy it :)

(Doesn't say Y/N, only you/her/she)

~Warnings: smut but with plot , oral ,praise kink, DOM!DEAN, Posessiveness/Ownership, PIV

Summary: You're ranting to dean about how you get like NO game

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Dean is sat at the small round table in the corner of the room ,sipping on a cup of motel room coffee. Sam wanted to spend more time with Eileen so he stayed back from this hunt. You walk into the motel with a white plastic bag in hand ,big yellow font on the side reading WAFFLE HOUSE. "Hey there beautiful...oh hey to you too Y/N" Dean says with a smirk. You throw the bag onto the table and roll your eyes "You're not funny Dean." You lay back on the bed with a huff. You run your hands down the side of the face with a long sigh before saying "Why am I so MISERABLY SINGLE." Dean doesn't respond so you sit up and look at him. He's shoving his waffle into his mouth not paying attention to you. You grab a pillow from behind you and throw it at him. He catches it with his free hand and tosses it to the side. "Dude im eating?!"

"DUDE" you say in a mocking tone "I'm talking?!"

"I heard you,I just don't know what you want me to do about it" Dean says before shoveling another bite of his waffle into his mouth. You roll on the bed and groan "I don't know, i mean i think im pretty fine"

"𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒻𝒾𝓃𝑒"

"Shut up,i mean like alright looking. But its like any time i go out im insivible to men!" Dean smirks and looks off, getting lost in thought.

★✮ 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝒟𝒶𝓎𝒹𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂/𝑀𝒾𝓃𝒾 𝐹𝓁𝒶𝓈𝒽𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 ✮★

Deans POV:

I look over to see a male stranger looking directly at you. A low growl escapes my throat. I throw back the last bit of my drink and slam my glass onto the bar. I walk up behind you ,far enough where you cant sense my presence but close enough to show I'm with you. I cross my arms and stare daggers into the male. He makes eye contact with me and throws his hands up in surrender before walking out of my sight. You turn around and smile at me ,my face immediately softening. "Hey Dean! I haven't had much luck tonight, you?" You say with a slightly defeated look on your face. Sorry sweetheart,I cant have anyone trying to take whats mine. "Me neither" Thats a lie, a couple girls approached me, I just don't care about them. They aren't you. They'll never be you "Let me buy you a drink" I sit down next to you and order us both a drink.

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"Dean! DEAN!" You yell ,snapping him out of whatever day dream he was in. Dean looks at you confused. You sigh,"Were you listening to ANYTHING I JUST said?!" Dean shrugs and you roll your eyes at him. "I was saying we should go out tonight, we can find some hotties to take us home. You in?" Dean groans reluctantly. "OH COME ONNN" You say with an attitude, "Don't make me go without you,I haven't seen you get laid in a long time either. It will be good for the both of us!" Dean thinks about you going out alone ,dancing in your tiny dress with other mens eyes on you. His hands ball up into fists at his sides. He looks at you and your round begging eyes. "Fineeeeee" He says with a slight growl. You stand up and squeel with excitement "YES! I'm going to go get ready!" Dean looks at you confused as you grab your duffle bag and head into the bathroom. "It's kind of early to go out darlin'. " You peak your head out the door, "Dude no it's not, it's 4pm ,you just have a fucked sleep schedule."

"I do"

"You really do" You give him a look of pity before shutting the door.

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2 hours later you emerge from the bathroom to see deans back facing you. He is wearing the dusty brown leather jacket he always used to wear. "Hmm havent seen you wear that in a while Mr." You say as you sit on the bed to put your black kitten heels on. Dean turns around and looks at you letting out a low whistle. "You sure clean up nice"

"Shut up"

"Yes ma'am" He says with a smirk. You blush lightly before standing up and smoothing out your short black dress. "Ready?" You say, looking up at him with a light smile. "Yup" He says grabbing the keys to the impala before ya'll head out the door together.

˜”°•.˜”°• . •°”˜.•°”˜

You're now sat at the bar ,fidgeting with your straw. You've been here for an hour and still no one has come up to you. "You alright sweetheart?" says an attractive man who's now sitting down next to you. You can inhale his intoxicating cologne and your eyes rake down his muscular body. "Jackpot." You think to yourself before speaking. "Oh I'm alright just...lonely". The man grins,"Me too sweetheart" He slides his hand over onto your upper thigh "Maybe we can keep each other company". You feel your face flush and you open your mouth to respond ,before you can Dean is speaking over you. "She is just fine where shes at" Dean slips an arm over your shoulder as he speaks. "Sorry didn't realize you have a boyfriend." The man says, quickly removing his hand from your thigh. You look at dean confused, "Oh I don-" "Yeah keep it moving buddy" Dean cuts you off, speaking in a low tone. The man walks away and you look at dean. His jaw is clenched and he hasn't broken eye contact with the stranger. Dean keeps his arm around you ,a mix of his cologne and the rough leather of his jacket floods your nostils. "What the hell is your problem?" you say with slight anger in your voice ,yet feeling the heat pool in between your legs. You've never seen this side of Dean before and you'd be lieing to yourself if you said you didn't want to see more of it. Dean looks at you and says something but you cant really hear him over the now loud music.

You grab his arm and pull him into the girls bathroom and into the big stall at the end. You lean back against the closed stall door and cross your arms. "What the fuck was that about?". Dean looks down at you,"What? he seemed like a pussy ,you deserve a real man." He says stepping closer to you, closing the slight distance between the two of you. You let out a light gasp as he presses his body against yours ,feeling his bulge pressing into your stomach. "Dean I-" Dean cuts you off with a kiss. Passionate wouldn't even begin to describe it. It was intense, filled with lust and longing. His hand grips the back of your neck ,pulling you harder into the kiss. You slightly open your mouth in response and he growls lowly before sliding his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fight for dominance as you whimper into the kiss. You feel dean smirk as you kiss.

All of a sudden you hear the bathroom door open and chatty drunk girls pile into the bathroom. He breaks the kiss and looks down at you ,hand still gripping the back of your neck ,eyes filled with lust. "We should probably let them use the bathroom" you say with a shaky voice. Dean nods and lets you go as you both walk out of the bathroom. You both sit at the bar and order drinks. You get wasted and talk for hours, leaving at 4am only because the bar was closing. You both get into the impala and you drift off to sleep.

You wake up in the motel room ,dean must have carried you to bed. A smile creeps onto your face as you roll over and see dean sat up on his motel bed, researching something on the laptop. You sit up and look down ,realizing dean had thrown one of his t-shirts over your dress. Dean looks at you noticing you're awake,"Good evening sleeping beauty,I'm doing some research for this case we are on". You look at him slightly confused. "Whats with the face?" He says in a smooth tone. "Are we just...not going to talk about what happened?" You say standing up and fidgeting with the long sleeves of the shirt that you're wearing. Dean looks you up and down and smirks, enjoying the sight of you in his shirt. "Theres nothing that needs to be said." He says before going back to typing on the laptop. You huff and cross your arms "Actually there is alot to be said. You cock blocked me!". Dean looks at you and closes the laptop,"Excuse me?" "You heard me. I was finally getting hit on then you came up and acted like I was your girlfriend. Then you..." You say, voice getting softer at the end of the sentence. Dean is now standing up infront of you, only a couple inches of distance between you. He looks at you and cocks his head to the side,"Then what?" He steps closer and places a hand on face ,forcing you to look up at him. "Use your words sweetheart."

You blush beneath his intense gaze "You kissed me" you choke out. "I'm just...confused." Dean smirks at you and leans to whisper into your ear, "Let me make it clear then, Im not ever just going to sit there and watch as some dickhead try to get into my girls pants. You're mine." Your breath hitches and he pulls his head back looking into your eyes and at your lips. "Dean..." you say softly. Dean leans in,his lips almost touching yours, "Baby..." he says in a gravely tone. "Kiss me" You say as a whisper against his lip. He growls and crashes his lips against yours. His hand grips the nape of your neck and pulls you in deeper. Once again you open your lips slightly in response and he pushes his tongue into your mouth. You taste the whiskey from earlier on his lips and its intoxicating. Dean slides his free hand down and starts to massage your breast. You whimper in response. He starts to massage it rougher making you whimper louder. He breaks the kiss, speaking in a low tone "You're all mine ,got it?" You nod as he slides down to his knees infront of you. He looks up at you and kisses your legs before hiking your dress up. He pushes your legs apart slightly and traces kisses from your knee all the way up your to your thigh ,then going to the other leg and doing the same. Your hips buck as he kisses far up your inner thigh. He smirks at up at you and runs a finger over your clothed sex,making you shiver in response.

"Dean please..."

"Please what?"

"Dean..."

"Beg for it. Beg me to fuck you with my tongue."

You whimper at his words ,pressing your thighs together seeking fricton. "Please eat my pussy ,i need you so bad." Dean grins up at you before swiftly standing up and picking you up. Your legs wrap around his waist as he walks over to the bed ,placing you down onto it. You take off the shirt and dress before laying back and spreading your legs for him. "such a needly slut huh? begging for me and spreading your legs wideee open." He rubs your clothed clit causing you to arch your back. He pulls your panties down and tosses them away. Placing his face in front of your glistening pussy. He looks up at you and speaks ,his voice filled with lust "Im gonna make you cum on my face while you scream my name." You whimper as he starts to slowly lick your clit, your hands grip his head and push yourself harder against his face. He moans in response ,sending vibrations through you. He hungrily eats your pussy ,occasionally stoping to trace his tongue over your entrance causing you to gasp. Your hips start to buck against his face. He pulls back causing you to whimper. He wraps one hand around your neck and hungrily kisses you ,tasting yourself on his lips. He pulls back, and places 2 fingers infront of your mouth "Suck."

You take his fingers in your mouth ,softly sucking on his two thick digits before he pulls them out your mouth. "Dean what are you?-" You say before cutting yourself off with a gasp as you feel one of his fingers enter you. You moan lightly and grind your hips against his finger. He adds the second finger and slowly finger fucks you. You throw your head back hearing a satisfied groan in his throat. He moved back down and inbetween your legs and starts to suck hard on your clit as he pounds his fingers into you. You grip the sheets and writhe beneath him. "Dean..." You say breathlessly as you feel the coil build in your stomach. "Thats it ,cum for me baby. Scream my name." He says against your sex before diving back in to suck and lick you. His fingers curl inside you to hit your gspot and your back arches off of the bed "DEAN!! MmM DEAN!!! You scream as the coil inside you snaps, filling your body with tingly euphoria.

You breath heavily as you come down from your high. Deans sitting back in between your legs and palming himself while staring at your pussy. He looks up at you and smirks. You close your legs and he growls in disapproval before forcing them back open. "Let me admire you..." He says breathless as he rubs himself harder through his pants. "I love your pretty cunt,so tight and sensative." He says running a finger across your wet slit. "Dean..." you whimper. Dean looks at you and you're looking straight at his bulge. "Is my girl wanting to return the favor?" You nod before you and Dean rearrange yourselves on the bed.

He's laying down and now you're in between his legs. You slowly unzip his pants ,pulling his underwear and pants down just enough for his cock to whip out. You gasp as his hard thick cock is now in front of your face. You knew Dean had to be big because I mean come on now ,have you seen Dean Winchester? but you weren't expecting THIS big. You hear a laugh in his chest as he slowly starts to stroke himself ,spreading the precum from his tip down the shaft, "You like what you see?" You nod ,feeling his hand creep up the back of your head. "Then fucking suck it." Dean growls. You put the tip in your mouth ,swirling your tongue around it causing him to moan deeply. You slowly take him into your mouth ,inch by inch. "Good girlll you're swallowing my cock so well." You whimper sending vibrations down his dick causing him to growl. "You like it when i praise you ,pretty slut?" You moan around his length and start to bob your head. He draws in a sharp breath as he uses the hand he has on your neck to help guide you,"Thats it, just like that ,you look so pretty with my cock shoved down your throat." You bob your head faster, tracing your tongue on the underside of his cock as you suck hard. Your eyes start to water but you don't stop ,wanting to please Dean. Dean notices tears stream down your face as you suck him hard. Dean moves the hand on your neck to your face. "You're such a good girl, so eager to please me." You look up at him and he groans,"You gotta stop sweetheart, I don't wanna waste any of my cum."

You pull off of him with a pop and smile up at him. He rubs your cheek and smiles,"My pretty girl..." dean growls lowly. You rub your legs together feeling more heat at your core. "Dean..."

"What is it baby?"

"Please fuck me"

Dean leans forward and grabs you ,flipping you over so you're pinned underneath him on the bed. He kisses you hard, claiming your mouth. You grind your slick against his cock and he groans. He leans back taking off his shirt ,revealing his toned body. You bite your lip at the sight as you reach a hand back to unclip your bra. Dean growls in approval and leans down to place kisses and bites over both your breasts ,causing you to moan. Dean takes one nipple into his mouth ,swirling his tongue around it as he roughly palms your other breast.

"Dean please..." You whimper. Dean puts a hand around your neck and lightly squeezes ,just hard enough to make you euphoric. "Shut up and be patient" You try to let out a moan but it's deafened from the tight hand around your neck. Dean goes back to nipping and licking your breasts as he keeps his hand on your neck. He leaves big dark hickeys on you ,he takes the hand off of your neck and rubs his fingers over them to soothe it. "You don't know how pretty you look right now, all needy and marked up" He places a kiss to your forehead as he rubs the head of his cock at your entrance ,you buck your hips up and whimper.

"Come on darlin' you know better than that ,use your words.

"Dean please stop teasing me ,just fuck me already"

Dean slowly pushes forward until he bottoms out inside you. You grip the sheets and whimper while he digs his hands into your hips and groans. "Fuck" He says under his breath " You're so tight". He slowly starts to speed up ,pulling out almost completely before slamming back into you. He eventually sets a brutal pace that has you arching your back and moaning his name. He runs a hand in between your bodies and starts to rub your clit. You turn your head,trying to whimper into the pillow and he digs his hand into your hip, the other one still rubbing small circles on your clit "Eyes on me sweetheart, I wanna see that pretty face as I claim you." You look back at him with half lidded eyes and he grins. He slows his pace down wanting to savor this moment. You look into his eyes as he scans over your face ,like he's trying to take a mental image of what you look like right now. "You're so beautiful" He removes his hand from your clit and brings it to your face ,stroking your cheek "You're all mine ,no one else gets to see you this pretty and lustfilled ever again. Got it?" You nod,"All I want is you Dean." Dean smirks and starts to speed his pace back up. "You have me baby, all of me."

You moan in response and hold eye contact with him as he fucks into you deeply. The room is filled with sounds skin slapping ,your moans, and his groans. He growls lowly before flipping you over so your laying on your stomach. This new position causing him to feel like he is even deeper inside you. He places one hand on the small of your back and puts the other one on the bun you have on top of your head ,grabbing it and pushing your head into the pillow ,pulling your hair occasionally. You moan into the pillow as he sets a relentless pace, fucking you with such intensity your legs start to shake. He takes his hand off of your head and runs it under you to your clit. He starts to rub your clit in fast, hard circles as he pounds into you from behind. You clench around him as you near your orgasm. "Thats it baby,Cum for me. Cum all on my cock." You scream his name as your nails dig into the pillow and you squirt all over his cock. He groans, not slowing down until you've completely come down from your high. He pulls out of you stroking his cock ,he grabs you and flips you over. He positions himself above your face as you open your mouth and stick out your tongue. He groans your name as ropes of cum spills all over your mouth and face. You look up at him and smile. He places one hand on your cheek and rubs your face. "So beautiful" He softly kisses your forehead. "All mine."

[throwbackgaylor]

april 19, 2016 | eight years ago today

vogue released their '73 Questions with Taylor Swift' youtube video filmed in her beverly hills, california home

a vogue team member sitting outside asked taylor for a recommendation of where he should take his wife for their anniversary, and taylor said, “congratulations, and you should take her to big sur! you’re welcome.”

taylor notably took karlie kloss on a road-trip to big sur in 2014

[canirove]

Friends, lovers… and an orange | Chapter 5

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"The internet is going nuts about you and that Nico."

"Really?"

"Yep" Jourdan laughed. "Right now it is team Mason vs. team Nico, and it is so funny. I don't know who has the craziest fans."

"As long as they leave me alone..." Adele sighed.

"Have you heard from any of them?"

"Nope. Mason seems to be still working in Italy, and Nico followed me on Instagram and that's all I know."

"Was he just a one night stand, then?"

"Yeah. He's cute and we had fun, but I don't think anything else could happen."

"Then team Mason wins!"

"I hate you, Jourdan" Adele said, rolling her eyes.

"Hate you too" she smiled. 

"And my mum is calling me, I guess it's time to leave."

"Oh, good luck! I can't wait to see those photos, they are gonna be amazing."

"I hope so."

"They will, you'll see. Good luck, Addie."

"Thank you. I'll need it" she replied before hanging up.

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"Mum, move your right hand a bit. Yes, perfect" Adele said before snapping another photo. 

"She's a natural" she heard the other photographer say behind her.

"Both of them are" Maria Grazia added.

They had decided to stay and see her and her mum work together for the Dior campaign, which had made Adele feel even more nervous than she already was. This was her first professional photoshoot, and since being for one of the most iconic brands wasn't enough already, she had their creative director and a photographer who had been working for as long as she had been alive, keeping an eye on her. 

When she first picked up the camera, her hands were shaking so much that she thought she wouldn't be able to take a single photo. But as her mum started posing, she relaxed and everything flowed. 

"Ok, I think we are done" Adele said.

"Wait, no" her mum stopped her. "Let's take a couple more. Maybe standing?"

"Maria Grazia, what do you..."

"Yes, yes" she said, holding Adele from her shoulders and not allowing her to turn around.

"Ok…" Why were they all suddenly acting so weird?

"Now I do think we have them all" Elizabeth smiled after just a couple of shots. "Should we check them on the computer?"

"Sur... Mason?" Adele said when she was finally allowed to turn around. "What... How..."

"Hello, Addie. Elizabeth" he said with that smile of his that had broken so many hearts.

"What are you doing here?" Adele finally managed to say. "Weren't you in Italy?"

"I was, yes. But we wrapped up early, my mum told me that you were shooting your mum for Dior, and I said to myself, why don't I pay them a visit? I know this is huge and I wanted to be here for you. To support you."

"Thank you, Mase" she smiled, feeling her cheeks get warm.

"Mason, since we have you here, would you mind taking a photo of Adele and I together? You are the only one who manages to convince her to pose in front of a camera and I want to remember today."

"Of course. What do you say, Addie?"

"I'm not looking presentable, I..."

"Nonsense, you look beautiful. Give me that and join your mum" he said while taking the camera from her hands.

"C'mon, do as he says" Elizabeth insisted.

"Ok, fine" Adele replied, rolling her eyes and doing as she was being asked. Or ordered to. 

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"I hate you so much."

"Why?" Mason laughed.

"The trap you and our mums set up?"

"Oh, that. We just wanted to surprise you on a big day."

"Yeah, sure" Adele snorted.

"Will a macaroon make you forgive me?" Mason pouted, offering her the little box. After the shoot was done, they had decided to go for a walk around the city to catch up and stop at their favourite bakery.

"It may help" she said. "So, how was Italy?"

"Definitely not as fun as Paris. Every time I saw you on Instagram I wished I was here with you. It looks like you've made some new friends."

"I've met so many people, Mase... So many" she chuckled. "But I don't consider them my friends, just acquaintances."

"Nico too?" Mason asked as he looked down, suddenly too interested on the floor.

"Nico too."

"You won't be seeing him again, then?"

"Nah."

"Good."

"Good?" Adele chuckled.

"I mean, you've probably seen everything that is going on online. Team Mason vs. Team Nico and all that. You are struggling enough with everything going on with us, you don't need to add more to it."

"Yeah, you are right" she sighed. 

"Hey, what are you doing?"

"Eating another macaroon?"

"Haven't you had enough?" Mason laughed, hiding the box behind him.

"No, I have not. I barely ate today, I was too nervous."

"Then let's go find something else to eat. This is too much sugar."

"Oh, c'mon, Mase. Just another one" Adele pouted.

"Nope."

"Just one, please" she said, trying to take the box from his hands.

"I said no" Mason smirked, lifting it in the air so she wouldn't reach it.

"That won't stop me. I'm almost as tall as you are."

"Yeah... Perks of having a mum who is a supermodel and a dad who could have played basketball, right?"

"Exactly" she said, standing on her tiptoes and reaching the box.

"Addie, wait… Addie!" Mason said, the macaroons that were left on the box falling to the floor. "Now what?"

"Now I guess the pigeons will be having a feast, and you'll have to buy me lunch" she shrugged.

"Ok, come here you little rascal" he laughed, putting an arm around her shoulder and starting to walk. "What do you fancy?"

"Pasta."

"Addie, I just came from Italy. Can't we have something else?"

"Ummm... No" she replied with her best smile.

"Ok, then. I can't say no to that face" he said before kissing her cheek, her skin tingling where his lips had been. It was something Adele had never felt before with any other guy, and definitely not with Mason. 

[vioartemis]

Too far

(Amber Freeman x Ghostface! fem! reader)

Summary: After Amber and you were forced to become the new Ghostface, you realize your happy end just slipped through your fingers as you snap at her Request are here (with more details here and here) and here :)) a/n: it's quite short I'm sorry, got stuck at the end not really knowing what to do... Warnings: Ghostface stuff (violence, blood, injuries, etc), angst, no happy end (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

"Let me get this straight. You met a guy on reddit, started talking because you agreed Stab 8 was shit, and now he wants to start a new killing spree and frame Tara's sister for the murders?" you asked your girlfriend as calmy as possible

"And if I don't help him, he said he would kill you..." she added, looking down with tears in her eyes "I'm so sorry Y/n..."

She looked miserable. You never saw her like that. It was not her type to cry or let others step on her. You were her only weakness. She would do everything in her power to make sur you were safe.

You were the only reason she accepted to become the new Ghostface. To keep you safe. But that meant that she was in danger now. Because the bad guys never win.

She was acting weird lately, you knew something was off. But you wouldn't have imagined something like that. The thought of your girlfriend killing people - even if it was to protect you - made you sick.

"Hey, it's okay" you pulled her in for a hug "Telling me about it was the right thing to do. We're going to figure that out together, okay?"

Amber wrapped her arms around you and held you close, burying her face in the crook of your neck and apologizing all over again. She knew she fucked up and felt guilty about it.

"I'm so sorry..." she repeated "You're probably wishing you never had met me..."

"Of course not my love... I would never wish for that... You're the best thing that happened in my life..." you kissed her to wipe her worries away "Listen, here's what we're going to do... tell him we will help him"

"We? Wait no Y/n- I don't want yo to get hurt. That's too dangerous you can't- I don't want you to become a criminal because of me..."

"Amber, my love. It will be fine, I won't expose myself. I'll help you with the technical issues"

I was, in fact, not going to be fine. Taking care of 'technical issues' wasn't enough for Richie. He would force you to kill, threatening you to hurt your girlfriend and you if you didn't.

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That was it. Everyone was dead, including Richie. It was finally over. You were alone with Amber, in her house, both covered in blood.

You should be happy that it was over, but you couldn't take your eyes away from your friend's body. Tara's body. You felt like she was looking at you, her dark brown eyes wide opened in shock. Dead. Because of you.

You had flashbacks of Wes, how afraid he looked when you sunk your blade in his throat. How he begged you to let him live. How he would never know his mom was dead too.

You thought you would throw up immediately. It was a pure torture. Seeing him looking at you like that, terrified, crying for help. Every time you closed your eyes you could see him. Dead. In front of you.

How Judy died thinking her son was dead because she wasn't here in time. How she sounded when you called her. The panic in her voice, how it was shaking when you told her you gutted Wes. How you stomach twisted uncomfortably at the lie you told her.

How all your friends looked at you after the 'big reveal'. After you betrayed them all. How Tara begged you to untie her after Amber locked her in her closet. How she still had hope that you might change your mind and help her.

How she looked at you when you aimed at her with the gun, tears in her eyes, pleading you to stop. To spare her. How her eyes got wide when you told her you couldn't, voice shaking, tears rolling down your cheeks.

How the realization hit her. Her lips were trembling, she couldn't look at you anymore. She knew she was going to die of your hands before you even pulled the trigger.

And Sam's desperate scream after you shot her sister before her eyes... How it broke your heart to see her like that, knowing she couldn't protect the one she loved the most.

Protect the one she loved the most... That was what got you in this situation in the first place. You never wanted that. You never thought it would go like that. It was not supposed to go like that.

Amber and you were supposed to give Richie to the police with evidence. But she got scared. She thought you would've had problems too, being his accomplices, even if he forced you.

She told you it would be better to find another solution. Frame him for all the murders, not reveal yourselves with him. You trusted her. But her plan didn't work out.

None of this shit plan worked out.

She swore you wouldn't get hurt. She swore she made him promise nothing would happen to you.

But he stabbed you. Three times. And Gale shot you in the leg. And Sidney smashed a bottle in your face, leaving you with a deep cut on the left side of your face, going through your eye. You would probably never see with this eye again.

You had no idea how you were still conscious. You were so tired. The only thing you wanted to do was lay down and close your eyes.

Too caught up in your thoughts, you didn't hear Amber come up to you, until she entered your field of vision.

"Are you okay...?"

"Am I okay...? Am I okay...? Of course I'm not okay!"

You flinched when she tried to put her hand on your arm and took a step back.

"Don't touch me."

Now it was her turn to flinch at the tone of your voice.

"All of this-" you gestured toward the corpses around you, including your own wounds "-it's your fault. All. Of. This."

"Y... you don't mean it, right...?"

"Oh yes I mean it. Everything is your fault, Amber. If you never talked to him-"

"But you know he forced me...!" the way her voice broke should have told you to stop here. But you didn't.

"-if you stuck to the plan we wouldn't be here! You swore I wouldn't get hurt. You swore I wouldn't have to kill anyone! And look where we are! I killed my friends! For you! Because I got caught up in this stupid shit! Because of you!"

Your voice became more and more louder as your rage built up.

"I got stabbed three fucking times! And I will probably never see properly again! All that for what? For what huh? Tell me for what I did all this shit?!" you were yelling now, tears and blood blurring your vision "For you! Because I didn't want to let you alone! Because I thought we would get out of this before it got out of control! Because we had a fucking plan! A plan that you fucked up because you were too scared we would have had minor problems!"

"Baby... please stop..." She was crying now. Each one of your words felt like a stab wound directly in her heart "I- I love you so much I..."

"Well I fucking hate you!" you huffed, lips curling up into a smile - not a joyful one. "I don't even know why I stayed after you told me! I should have run away when I could. I should have listened to them. The others. Everyone. They warned me before we got together. They told me you were no good for me. But I didn't listen. I thought they were wrong about you. Turns out they were fucking right."

"Y/n..."

"You fucking ruined my life! I wish I never had met you."

Your tirade over, you took a moment to breathe, heart beating fast in your chest. You stumbled, and sat on the stairs, not giving her a single look. She didn't dare to look at you either.

She felt so empty, like you ripped her heart out of her chest and stabbed it, stepped on it, ran over it with a semi-trailer. She let herself fall to the ground, back against a wall. You waited for the ambulances and the police in this heavy silence.

When they took you to one of the cars, you were crying. Not even faking it. Real tears.

You didn't mean half of what you said to her. Even if you were angry - terribly angry - you could never hate her. You probably should, given what just happened. A part of you did hate her. But the other one was still desperately in love with her.

Maybe you went too far. Like this shitty situation. And exactly like it, it's too late to go back now. Even if you wanted to.

But you had to. It was the best thing you could do. For her.

It would be easier to go if she hated you. Easier for her to make a fresh start after. But god did it hurt... Telling her all this shit, knowing it would break her...

You lost too much blood, you knew it. It was a miracle you were still alive. You fought so hard to stay conscious during the last thirty minutes... but now you could let go.

The way Richie twisted the knife in your stomach probably damaged important organs, and the bullet in your thigh and the cut on your face didn't help. You had glass in your eye. Taking it out would probably kill you.

But it was okay. She was okay - physically at least. You were going to die, but she would be fine. There was no doubt she hated you right now. You hoped she did.

"It was the right thing to do, right...?" you whispered in the oxygen mask, as you felt yourself getting weaker

You felt tears rolling on your face. Your throat hurt. Your heart was in pieces. You regretted telling her all this shit. You just wanted to hold her before going. Just once.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it... I love you so much..." you murmured

As you started to slowly lose consciousness, your moments together flashed before your eyes; the first time you saw her, your first date, first kiss, her smile, her laugh, her sometimes questionable humor... her soft lips on yours, her hands slipping under your shirt, cold fingers caressing your skin...

She loved kissing you like that. You did too. You wished you could kiss like that one more time.

You wished things ended up differently.

She really was the best thing that happened to you. You wished you would have the chance to meet her again in your next life.

[talaok]

I’ve dreamed of this (pt. VI)

Summary: You are a part of the BAU, and for the longest time you and Dr. Spencer Reid had been best of friends, even when it was clear to everyone else, and at times to you, that you should be more than that, and when something almost happens on a night out with the team, everything is destined to change.

This is a double pov story (each chapter will be alternated between y/n's and spencer's pov)

Chapter summary:  You reunite with the team

warnings: mentions of wounds 

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Spencer 

"How is she?" Hotch asked the doctor.

"She's fine, we had to give her a few stitches, and she suffered a head concussion but the x-ray didn't show any issues. A pack of ice will do"

"oh thank god" Emily sighed, but spencer had other things on his mind "you performed an x-ray?" he asked

"yes, everything's normal"

"But the x-ray is not able to assess the brain at all, only the CT scan can show most fractures of the skull clearly," he said, incredulous at their carelessness.

"yes, I know agent," The doctor said, clearly annoyed "but she's not showing any symptoms of brain damage, so we opted for an x-ray"

"I'm- I'm actually a doctor and are you sur-"

"hey kid" Derek stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "he said she's fine"

Spencer looked at him, 

his heart hadn't stopped racing since the moment she was taken, he was exhausted.

He had to fight the urge to cry, scream or punch something for the past 5 hours, and he was now feeling like a deflating balloon, slowly swaying towards the ground, all his energy drained.

for those 5 hours, he had only thought of her, and of all the things he meant for him, of everything she was, of how amazingly extraordinary she was, and of how he couldn't lose her,

and so now that she was fine, now that she was safe, he needed to be sure, to be completely utterly certain that she entirely was, because he couldn't do it again, no, he just couldn't.

not now, not ever.

He nodded at Derek, and he tightened his grip on his shoulder in a friendly way with a soft smile.

He knew,

Spencer knew he knew,

and it was fine,

he was for once feeling at peace,

He knew, so did Derek, and so probably did the rest of the team,

and it was alright,

because she was alright,

the rest came after,

always.

"Can we see her?"

"yes" the doctor grabbed y/n's room doorknob "she's been asking of you"

The room's light was warm, and it flooded the whole space, covering every inch of the sanitized environment.

it seemed fitting, spencer thought, that the only warm and comforting hospital room he'd ever been in was the one she was in.

maybe it wasn't the light, he realized, maybe it was the person.

There were 2 sets of cabinets on the floor on his right, and then one on his left, but there was nothing on them, just an empty cup on one, but nothing else.

The windows were big and long but no light shone through them, as it was still night, spencer realized,

time had passed so fast and at the same time so excruciatingly slow that he felt he had lived a thousand lives in what were actually just hours.

"There she is," JJ said softly, walking around spencer once he didn't move.

"hi y/n how are you?" Emily asked, as with the rest of the team she surrounded the bed in the center of the room.

spencer couldn't move,

there was an invisible force stopping him from taking another step, for some reason, he had frozen.

He didn't know if it was fear, and if it was, of what?

She was safe, what was he scared about now?

nothing came to mind, but his feet still refused to move.

"hey kid"

it was Rossi now 

Spencer kept looking ahead, at the windows, at the night

"I know you're scared, but she needs you," he said "now more than ever"

Spencer turned, but just as he did, David walked over to y/n.

He sighed,

he was right,

about all of it.

He took a deep breath before stepping away from the door,

now wasn't the time to be scared.

"hi Spence" she immediately said, her voice weak.

"hi," he smiled, taking her hand as he saw her reaching for his "are you feeling ok?"

"yes, I'm fine, they just gave me a few stitches"

"more than a few" Emily intervened

"yea well some" she smiled, 

she smiled like she hadn't just been kidnapped,

like her body wasn't stained with cuts,

like nothing at all had happened to her,

and spencer felt a pit in his stomach,

because he was seeing what he was sure he had forever lost,

her smile,

her beautiful beautiful smile.

Spencer lost himself at the sight for a second before getting back to his worries, justified worries, of course "are you sure you're alright? no concentration problems, mood swings, personality changes, headache, fatigue, dizziness, insomnia, or excessive drowsiness?"

Y/n, joined by everyone else, laughed softly "I'm fine Spence" She squeezed his hand "I'm fine"

"ok" he gave up "I just wanted to be sure"

She smiled again, this time gratitude on his lips "thank you" she squeezed his hand.

Spencer frowned.

for what?

"I-I," he said, confused, and hotch didn't give him time to continue before interrupting him "It's too late, we can't fly back so we'll stay here another night" he informed everyone "and as for you y/n, you obviously can come back whenever you're ready, I've already talked to Strauss and she's already agreed to give you some time off"

"I-" now it was y/n's turn to stutter "thank you Hotch"

"It's the least I can do"

y/n smiled, and her eyes traveled back to spencer "well I guess it's time for me to get out of here then"

"I'm sorry what?" jj exclaimed incredulously

"you're not serious right?" Derek asked, with the same pitch in his voice as the woman before him.

"y/n you're injured" spencer reminded her as if she had actually forgotten.

"I'm fine guys, and besides" she turned to grin at the doctor examining her charts "dr. Jameson here said I'm in the clear"

"she is?" Rossi asked him now

"yes, she's free to go"

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"Are you ok?" 

y/n laughed softly.

God, what a beautiful sound that was.

"Spencer, that's the 30th time you've asked me that since we left the hospital" she smiled at him.

Spencer sighed "I'm sorry"

"It's fine Spence" she sat on her bed "I promise to let you know if I'm not fine ok?"

"ok," he said, putting their bags on the table "you promise?"

"promise" she put a hand on her heart, making him smile.

"What time is it?" she asked

Spencer looked at his watch "It's almost six" he answered, finding her eyes again" you should get some sleep"

y/n frowned "and what about you?"

"I'm not really tired" he lied

Y/n tilted her head, scowling at him "Spencer" she scolded him

"I'm really not"

"I'm fine, you can sleep" she raised her eyebrows "you should sleep"

"I know you are, I'm just not tired"

y/n sighed "you're stubborn you know?"  she shook her head disapprovingly "and I would love to keep trying to change your mind but I'm exhausted," she said, slowly getting up and walking to her go bag on the floor in the corner.

She put a hand on the wall to balance herself before bending down

"do you need help?"

"no it's fine" she reassured him, before reaching for the zipper 

"ah!" she winced

"shit did you hurt yourself" Spencer immediately rushed to her, taking her arm and placing it across his shoulders to give her stability  

"it's just my leg," she said quietly, and just then, he heard it, he heard the real y/n, the scarred, scared, and tired woman who had just gone through hell,

and his heart broke.

"here," he said, walking her to his bed, since it was the closest, and letting her sit down "do you need your pajama?"

"mh-mh" she hummed, suddenly now quiet

Spencer was trying really hard to not let his emotions get the best of him, as he bent down, opened her go-bag, and reached for her pajama.

"This is it, right?" he asked, like he could have actually forgotten

she raised her head, but she didn't answer as something happened between her eyes.

"what is it y/n?" he asked softly, hoping to be communicating all the desperation with which he wanted to be helpful.

"it's' just-" her head fell down, and spencer got up just to crouch in front of her.

"Please let me help" he pleaded

"I don't have anything with long sleeves"

Spencer felt like he had been just punched in the face.

"I'll lend you some" 

"you don't have to"

"I want to," he said getting up to rummage in his own bag, and coming back with a gray long-sleeved shirt and his own pair of pajama pants.

"I only have these pants, I hope you won't mind"

She looked at the clothes "what will you sleep in Spence?"

"don't worry about it" he smiled, trying to give her any type of comfort.

And she reciprocated, looking at him like she wanted to say something, but choose not to.

She glanced at the clothes and then back at him again, a questioning look on her.

"could you-" she bit her lip "could you help me?"

Spencer swallowed thickly before nodding and crouching down again "of course" 

y/n smiled thankfully, and there was a moment of silence, as Spencer thought about how he was supposed to do this, how he was supposed to undress her and act normal at the same time.

y/n laughed softly at his clear nervousness "are you ok?"

"yes- sorry" he stuttered, before reaching for her blouse's buttons "can I?"

"yes Spence"

He gulped again, before starting to undo them, feeling the edges of her bra and her body's heat against his fingers.

Once he was done, he opened it and slipped it off of her, his eyes immediately falling to the bandages, to the milk-white pieces of cotton covering her cuts, her wounds, his faults.

"they look worse than they actually are," She said, noticing his focus.

He looked at her, his eyes, just like his mind, saying I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry this has happened to you, over and over again.

He didn't say anything, just took the shirt and gently helped her into it.

he didn't know what to say, 

and he feared that whatever he would have said,

was never gonna be enough.

"it fits me well don't you think?" she joked, raising her arms to show all the sleeve's extra fabric,

Spencer forced a smile "perfectly"

"it smells of you," she noticed, and spencer blushed 

"is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"good," she said "I like it"

He avoided her glare to look at her pants, placing his hands on her hips but stopping to look up at her for permission

she nodded, and his heart started racing as he slowly undid her zipper, and started pulling down her pants.

Once again, his eyes found the bandage, this time longer, wider, spread out on her whole right thigh.

Spencer closed his eyes for a second to clear his mind from all the mixed emotions clouding it, before grabbing his pants and shuffling them up her legs.

When he looked up, she was already looking at him

"thank you"

spencer swallowed thickly,

that felt wrong,

she had nothing to thank him for,

if not for almost getting her killed,

He didn't respond, instead, he said "You should really go to bed now" followed by "you need to rest"

She nodded and struggling slightly, slipped under the covers.

He looked at her one last time before he got up and walked to his own go bag, fishing out his pajama shirt.

He glanced back at her just to notice her eyes on him

"is everything all right?"

"mh-mh" she hummed, 

He took his shirt off, feeling a bit self-conscious about her stare, before putting on his pajama.

"Are you sure?" he walked closer to her ( actually his) bed "you can tell me y/n, I want to help," he said "in any way I can"

"I'm just tired" 

Spencer sighed, giving up,

maybe tomorrow was gonna be better, now she needed to rest.

"alright" he nodded "goodnight," he said, walking over to his (her) bed and not even bothering to get under the covers before turning the light off.

he needed to stay awake, feeling the blanket's warmth wasn't gonna help.

Yes, he had told her he wasn't tired, but in reality, he was absolutely exhausted, he felt like he had lost 20 years off his life just today, but he wanted to stay up nonetheless, make sure she was okay, and be ready if she needed something.

"goodnight" her thin voice responded

He was sitting against the headboard, in the dark, just the little blue light that indicated the tv was off stood out

The rest was buried under a veil of shade.

He was thinking of what to do,

of how he was gonna get her to talk,

to tell him,

to let him help,

when her voice interrupted his interior one.

"Spence?"

"yes?" he immediately answered, his worry increasing again.

"Spence could you-?"  He couldn't see her as he turned to his left, but he heard the uncertainty in her voice

"whatever you need y/n, don't worry"

"would you mind laying next to me?" she finally said

"I-" his voice cracked "sure"

His legs felt weak as he stood up and walked up to the other side of her bed, slowly laying on it, his head rested on the pillow, and his eyes stayed fixated on the ceiling.

He heard her turn towards him 

"don't you want to come under the covers?"

"I-"

he couldn't tell her that he wanted to say awake and that getting in the bed was gonna make it harder,

"ok" he said then, slipping under the covers.

She shuffled closer to him, and he felt warmer.

He could hear her low breathing, as she tried to fall asleep, and got lost in the sound of it, before she moved even closer to him, and he felt her hand graze his arm.

It was like he could feel her opening his eyes, and could feel her glare on him.

He felt her hand move against the sheets, and once she placed it on his, he couldn't do anything but turn it around to hold hers.

His heart was beating fast, and the situation only got worse once he felt her close to him, closer than before, and once he felt her resting her head on his chest, he was sure his heartbeat was at levels never seen by men before.

 She then put her other hand just beneath her head, turning fully so that she was pressed against him,  and he had to hold his breath.

"thank you" she murmured

I don't deserve a thank you y/n, you should do the opposite, you should blame me and hate me and push me off,

that's what I deserve

"I'm sorry" 

"It's not your fault " she whispered, her voice sending vibrations through his chest "It's not anybody's fault"

Oh but that's not true,

He should have stopped it

He should have fought more

He knew it,

she knew it,

everybody knew it

She moved her hand, grazing his chest until it was directly above his heart "thank you " she repeated again, before her rhythmic breathing started over, and in a matter of minutes, he could feel the deep breaths fleeing her mouth once she fell asleep.

And so spencer remained there, frozen, looking at her, as darkness spread all around them.

And once again, he apologized

"I'm sorry," he said into the night,

"I'm sorry y/n"

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Tales of Bloody Bug and Chat Noir - Chapter 51 - A Little Something More

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            Chat Noir arrived on the rooftop of Le Grand Paris where Sabrina waved him down. He de-transformed and hugged her.

            “There you are, Kitten!” Sabrina cheered.

            Adrien beamed. “How’s your day been, Rin?”

            “Busy, busy, busy! We finally got all the designs for the Hero’s Day thing the mayor is hosting. That’s actually why Chloe messaged you. I told her not to bother you given everything you’re going through, but you know Chloe.”

            “As stubborn as Alix. I’m actually glad she asked me to join you guys. I probably should be with Alim and Amelie, but all the legal stuff is a little confusing. Not to mention Amelie keeps flirting with Alim.”

            “Oh? That’s Felix’s mom, right? Is Alim showing interest too?”

            “I… I don’t know. I watch the two and it’s painfully obvious for Aunt Amelie, but not for Alim. He’s got a good poker face, as they say.”

            “How odd. Well, let’s join Chloe and Zoe in her room where we’re looking through the designs.”

            Adrien nodded and followed Sabrina. “Zoe’s helping you guys?”

            “Well, if you can call it help. See, the mayor’s team was handling this, until Chloe came down and started barking orders. And you know how ‘Daddy’ kowtows to Chloe’s demands, so we took over. I was worried she’d dump all the work on me, but she’s helping. Zoe joined us and, well, she’s helping in her own way.”

            “How so?”

            “Well.”

            “Zoe!” Chloe screeched.

            Adrien and Sabrina jumped as they heard muffled yelling in English.

            “Oh dear. There she goes again. Uh, just remember, English please,” Sabrina reminded.

            Adrien nodded. He followed Sabrina into Chloe’s room where Chloe chased Zoe around. He raised a brow as he watched Zoe effortlessly vault over furniture and ran circles around Chloe while Chloe struggled to keep up.

            “Dammit, Zoe! Stop stealing all of the designs inspired by Outlaw!” Chloe yelled.

            Zoe stuck out her tongue and retreated to Chloe’s walk-in closet.

            Chloe groaned and collapsed onto the couch.

            “Everything ok, Chlo?” Adrien asked in English.

            “No. We have a deadline to meet to get these designs approved and little missy keeps stealing the ones for Outlaw!” Chloe yelled towards the closet.

            “Well, how much more do you have to go?”

            “Not much. Between Sabrina and myself, we’ve gotten through about half of these. Granted some of them are easier to judge with how horrible and crude they are. They want to call themselves aspiring designers with pieces like this? Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous,” Chloe complained as she held up one with a big X.

            Adrien tilted his head as he looked at the design. It was pretty standard with nothing that stood out to make it unique or distinguishable, but it wasn’t horrible.

            “I don’t see anything wrong with it,” Adrien commented.

            “Oh, Adrikins, you sweet, summer child. I can’t let you help us approve designs if you think this is ok.”

            “I can do something else still.”

            Chloe hummed, then smirked. “Actually, you can. I know just what to do with you.”

            Adrien opened his mouth when Chloe grabbed his arm. He yelped as she dragged him over to the closet and shoved him in.

            “Get those designs back, Adrikins!” Chloe’s muffled yell came in French.

            Adrien sighed and looked around the walk-in closet. He paused when he saw a sheet of paper with an eagle inspired casual outfit. He reached for it when it was snatched away. He stepped back before he pulled aside the curtain of clothes to find Zoe curled up with a stack of papers in her arms. He gave a nervous smile as she glared at him.

            “I will fight you if you try to take these away. Just ask your bitch. I’m sure she still has a bite mark,” Zoe threatened.

            Adrien grimaced. “N-no. I… I came to check on you.”

            “How stupid do you think I am? I know Chloe wants these back.”

            “Well, yes, but why do you have them anyway?”

            Zoe’s face softened a little before she crawled out of her spot. Adrien watched as she spread out the designs on the floor. He gasped in awe at the amazing designs for casual, formal, and sports wear all inspired by Outlaw. One he recognized as Gabriel’s work. He frowned as he stared at it.

            “Look at them. They’re amazing. They think I’m amazing. They… they like me,” Zoe said.

            Adrien’s breath caught and he blinked. “Zoe?”

            Zoe sighed and pulled her knees to her chest. “I feel so torn. I hate it here. Well, hate is a strong word. I… I don’t necessarily hate it, but I don’t love it. But I can’t deny that I feel… happier here. And I hate it!”

            “Why?”

            “Because this isn’t my home. I should be back in the states. I should be with my ensemble of friends, my father that ignores me but is semi there, and surrounded by people that otherwise openly despise both Zoe and Outlaw. But that isn’t the case. You Frenchies like me. The real me. The me with the mask. The me that’s free to be.”

            “I don’t understand.”

            “Oh, come on. Outlaw! Me. The girl that is free to exist behind a mask. One that can take the spotlight and just… exist. No one in New York liked me. The heroes dismissed me, the people loathed me, and that’s not the case here. Sure, people ignored me for a short time, until I was seen with you lot. Until I was seen saving the day. It’s just… it’s so different. But it’s a good different.”

            “How weren’t you liked before if you were a hero?”

            “Oh, please. I was no hero. I only messed with the ‘real’ heroes just because they dismissed me. Still they had their little Sparrow and Aeon, but they dismissed me. Said I was nothing, a child, and… and in no place to be a hero. That it was too dangerous despite Sparrow and Aeon’s involvement. So I… I caused trouble for all of them.”

            “Why would you do that?”

            “Because I wanted to be seen. I… I wanted someone, anyone’s attention. Yes, I had the theater and a captive audience when we took the stage, but it was fleeting. I was never the lead or anything special, just someone in the back. The moments I had were seconds compared to so many who got to bathe in the spotlight. Even the ‘friends’ I made I usually was just there. A… a little shadow. I was no one, but at least I had something, y’know?”

            “And now?”

            I don’t know. I still have Outlaw and you Frenchies like her. That already just… I mean look!”

            Zoe grabbed Gabriel’s design for a casual outfit and shoved it in Adrien’s face. He recoiled and forced an uneasy smile.

            “These designers get it. They get me. They don’t even know me, but look!”

            Adrien lowered the design. “I… I get it, sorta. I just-.”

            “And, look, I don’t like Audrey or that fool mayor that’s supposed to be my stepdad or whatever, but I have Chloe. She’s far from perfect, she’s downright awful and a bitch, but I’m comfortable around her. I’m not expected to be nice or get along with anyone with her. I can just be myself, and I appreciate that. In such a short time, I can comfortably call her my sister, but you don’t tell her that!”

            Adrien put up his hands and shook his head. “Nope, not at all. But what about your friends? Don’t you miss them? Even if you were just a shadow, or whatever it was.”

            “I… I do at times. It’s a little easier with Sabrina and a few others. Not that I would call Sabrina a friend either, but I do appreciate everything she’s willingly done for me, and without an agenda. It’s… it’s rather nice.”

            “What about our other friends?”

            “You mean yours? They’re ok. That Rose chick is dead set on being friends with me no matter how many times I’ve insulted her. Ivan’s pretty cool, but that Mylene chick he’s glued to is annoying as all hell.”

            “What about Alix?”

            “I mean… she’s cool, but she’s been super busy with that Marinette chick. Both as Alix and Bloody Bug.”

            Adrien’s face fell. “What?”

            “Huh? Oh, right. I’ve seen her visiting that chick in the late evening about two times a week for the past couple of weeks. They usually just talk about boring shit like their days or hobbies or whatever. Not that I… not that I really listen, of course.”

            Adrien pursed his lips. “When was the last time they met?”

            “Hmm, I seem to be having a difficult time remembering. I might be able to remember.”

            “I won’t give those designs back to Chloe.”

            Zoe considered and shrugged. “They met last night. So, if I had to guess, they’ll be meeting two nights after tonight.”

            “Thank you.”

            “Likewise. Uh, I’ll go join the others then.”

            “I would appreciate that.”

            Adrien nodded and left the closet. He sat next to Sabrina. Chloe raised a brow as she gave him the side eye.

            “I see you didn’t get the designs,” Chloe remarked in French.

            Adrien gave a nervous chuckle. “Felix might have a better time getting them. He’s more, uh, ruthless?”

            Chloe groaned. “Whatever. We’ll deal with it later. Let’s just get this done.”

~~

            Chat Noir sat on the other side of the wall to Marinette’s rooftop balcony. He had waited until Alix had headed out before he left. He had watched her closer over the past couple of days. Zoe hadn’t lied to him. Alix had been in Marinette’s company more the past couple of days during school.

            Chat Noir narrowed his eyes as he recalled the days that Alix spent with Marinette. Betrayal cut him deep to see Alix spend any time with Marinette. The memories of Alix smiling and laughing along with Marinette annoyed him. He didn’t understand why Alix would entertain Marinette at all. Marinette had lied to them, double-crossed, and abused all of them. Still Alix hung out with her and he hated it.

            Chat Noir’s mouth curled

            “Bloody Bug!” Marinette called.

            Chat Noir’s eyes widened and as he listened to them.

            “Hey, Mari. How’ve you been?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “I’ve been good. Been hanging out a lot more with Alix in school. And I’m working on making amends with other people as well,” Marinette answered.

            “How’s that going for you?”

            “It’s, well, it’s a process. The only person giving me a chance aside from Alix is Rose. Well, of the girls, at least. Juleka still won’t talk to me, even though it wasn’t her that I hurt. I mean, yes, I did hurt Luka, but not her.”

            “Yeah, well, that’s why. From what I understand, they’re siblings, aren’t they?”

            “Yeah. Twins.”

            Bloody Bug snorted. “Then you really fucked up with being friends with Juleka. You hurt one, you hurt both.”

            “I… I guess so. But it doesn’t explain the others.”

            “Which ones again?”

            “Alya and Mylene. I’ve tried everything to get Alya back. She was my bestie, but she’s still refusing to hang out with me. The only time she did anything was when she comforted me after I broke down in front of Alix and everyone. As for Mylene, well, I’m not sure what I did wrong to make her.”

            “That’s rough. You’ve got your work still cut out for you.”

            “It’s still not compared to one other person.”

            “Oh?”

            Marinette sighed. “You know this one. You came to save him from me and Lila when we were akumatized.”

            “Lila? Lila… was that the fox girl?”

            “Yeah. That was her.”

            Bloody Bug snorted. “I forgot all about her.”

            “Yeah, well, we did something awful while we were akumatized. I don’t remember it, but it still happened.”

            “You sexually assaulted the Agreste model boy, right?”

            A long pause. “I’m a monster. I… I hate that I have to live with this. It feels awful to be reminded of it. Every time I see him, I know what I did, but don’t remember it. Just from what I’ve been told. There are times that I doubt it really happened, until I see him, and I see the hurt that’s in his eyes. He absolutely hates me.”

            “Do you blame him?”

            “No. I’m sure it’d be the same if our roles were reversed. I just wish I could make it right, but how do you make something like this right?”

            “Honestly? I wish I had the answer, unfortunately there is no right answer. The best I could suggest is to respect his boundaries and what he wants. If he wants you out of his life, the best you can do is stay out of it. Don’t try to force your way in to make amends if someone doesn’t want you there. You might only end up making things worse for them.”

            Another long pause. “It’s not like I have a choice, do I?”

            “I mean, we always have a choice. It’s just what we do with that choice. What will you do?”

            “Well, I mean, do you think a sorry might help? Even a little?”

            “Not in the slightest. Not with something like this.”

            “I… I didn’t think so. Still, I hoped. But what about the others? I want them back, but should I just do the same with them? Just… remove them from my life like… like they already did with me?”

            A pause. “I don’t think permanently. I know a lot of them are hurt by your actions. And when we’re hurt, we’ll abandon those that hurt us to avoid being hurt again. I think you just need to give them time and allow them to approach you when they are ready.”

            “What if I lose them forever though? I don’t want to be alone.”

            “Hey, chin up. You have me. And these Alix and Rose girls, right? Plus your mom and dad. You aren’t alone.”

            “But I don’t want to lose them.”

            Bloody Bug sighed. “Look, it sucks. Trust me, I know. I had someone I loved more than life itself. I thought she would have been with me forever, but forever was cut short and they were lost. When they died, I was lost. I was hurt and betrayed even though they never had a choice in the matter I still blamed them.”

            “Is that why you were always so angry?”

            “Yeah, it was. It’s what lead me to almost killing someone. It’s what lead me to being afraid of my anger. It’s… it’s what lead me to allowing myself to be killed.”

            “What?”

            “Yeah. I fell that far. I was saved by my team, but in those moments, I saw the person I lost. I was happy, until I saw their face and the bitter disappointment on it. I had let them down. I knew I had been letting them down all that time, but it hit the hardest in that moment of undeath. It wasn’t until I met a paradox me that I fully realized what I should do, but it damned me in the same breath.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “I’ve… I’ve failed everyone. I continue to. I am burdened by a paradox. Something that happened, but never did. I allow it to continue to dictate what I do, even now. There are moments that I feel bad. Especially with those closest to me telling me to learn from it and fight for a better future or to find something worth fighting for. I’ve tried to find something else, but… but all I can see to fight for is righting ancient paradoxical wrongs. Foolish, isn’t it?”

            “Well, I don’t think so. It’s something to fight for, isn’t it? And noble too. And what I’m hoping to fight for myself.”

            “Oh? What part?”

            “All of it. I messed up everything, but I can set it right. I don’t like how long it’s taking or all this extra work, but I have a chance. A chance given to me by you. You had faith in me when no one else did. And it’s having someone like you in my corner that gives me the strength to fight for a better tomorrow for myself. Though I wish it was easier.”

            “Yeah, that makes two of us.”

            “B-but there could be something that is easy, right?”

            “What are you talking about?”

            Marinette struggled for words before it went silent. Chat Noir chanced a peek to see Bloody Bug sitting alone on the balcony. She sighed, pulled out her yo-yo, and grabbed a laser pointer from inside. His ears drooped as he watched her wave the red dot around on the floor. He fought the temptation to pounce and lost as he jumped out and at it.

            “So, it was you. I thought I saw you tailing me,” Bloody Bug commented.

            Chat Noir chuckled nervously. “I was, uh, watching your back.”

            “Cat, don’t play fool with me.”

        ��   “Fine. Why are you here talking to her? Is this because of that stupid paradox past nonsense you keep spouting?” Chat Noir whispered.

            “It was a contributing factor. One of many.”

            “Yeah? What could the others possibly be given everything she has done?”

            “She deserves a chance to be better. She needs someone in her corner that will be there for her.”

            “Why does it have to be you? Why can’t it be anyone else?”

            “Who else other than me will do it?”

            “I don’t know! Find someone else!”

            “Oh, Chat Noir?” Marinette said.

            Chat Noir froze at Marinette’s voice.

            “Ignore him, but I’ll have to leave. Something came up that needs my attention,” Bloody Bug said.

            “Oh, of course. Um, but first, this is for you.”

            Chat Noir glanced over as Bloody Bug took a box with the Dupain-Cheng bakery logo on it. The girls said their good-byes before Bloody Bug and Chat Noir left. They stopped as they neared the Louvre.

            “Alright, what’s the issue?” Bloody Bug demanded.

            “The issue? Really? You don’t think I would have an issue with you talking with the girl that fucking assaulted me?”

            “That sounds like a you problem.”

            Chat Noir fumed. “So what if it is? That doesn’t change the fact that I don’t want my sister anywhere near that bitch! Especially when it’s just to ease her guilt over a past that never existed.”

            “It did, and I caused all this to happen. And it doesn’t matter how many times you, the old man, or Pom Pom tell me otherwise. It doesn’t matter how often I have to listen to learn from your past, fight for a better tomorrow, or fight for something worth fighting for. I just… what is there to even fight for here? Why fight at all when we could just… just go back and make things right?”

            “Bug, what are you implying?”

            “I… I don’t know. I just-.”

            “You know exactly. You’ve thought about this.”

            “You know what? Yes. Yes, I have. I’ve thought about using the rabbit miraculous to alter time and stop myself from getting the ladybug miraculous. I’ve thought about going back and making sure Marinette received the ladybug as she should have. Maybe then… maybe then everything would be fine. Everyone would be happy. Everyone wouldn’t have to suffer.”

            “If you’ve thought about it, then why haven’t you done it?”

            “Because… because I’m afraid. I gave up once so easily and she was disappointed in me. After all the years she taught me to fight for what I believed in. To never back down from standing my ground. Always seeing her do exactly what she preached. I just… I’m having a hard time finding a reason to keep fighting. Even so, even now, she’s my reason. I can’t… I can’t disappoint her again. But what can I do when there is nothing truly left to fight for?”

            Chat Noir’s ears drooped as Bloody Bug broke down. He reached out for her, but she shoved Marinette’s box into him. He staggered back as she ran off. He took a step forward, but felt a hand pull him back.

            “Let her go,” Llameri said.

            “But she-!”

            “Needs time. She’s in no condition to talk. Let her have her moment.”

            Chat Noir sighed. “Alright.”

            Llameri smiled and took the box from Chat Noir. “Excellent. Now, I’ll take this. Probably the one thing I would miss most from that pig-tailed haired girl is her father’s baked goods.”

            Chat Noir growled as he paced back and forth with his tail lashing. “I thought she was doing better. I thought she was actually fighting for a better future. She had me convinced this whole time, but was she actually just lying to me? Why would she do that? And is this really about her mother? Or is she just trying to make excuses?”

            Llameri rolled his eyes as he opened the box. He paused as he eyed the letter on top. He glanced at Chat Noir before he opened and read it. He raised a brow, smiled, then tucked it into his jacket.

            “Dearest Chat Noir, allow me to go check on our sweet, little bug in your place. Neither of you are in a good headspace to speak to each other, so allow me,” Llameri offered.

            “No.”

            “What? Do you not trust me?”

            “With the way that you two butt heads, no.”

            Llameri hummed. “Fair enough. Figured I’d offer.”

            “Because you want to do something.”

            “Me? I’d never-.”

            “What was in that box?”

            Llameri considered, then shrugged. He pulled out the letter and handed it to Chat Noir.

            Chat Noir took and read it. His heart dropped and fear tore him apart as he read Marinette’s confession to Bloody Bug. He felt a thousand eyes fall on him as cold dread consumed him. Tears stung his eyes as he ripped the letter to shreds.

            “Well, that was… that was something.”

            “You will not breathe a word about this to Bug. Do you hear me?”

            “And what’s in it for me?” Mayura purred.

            Chat Noir and Llameri jumped. They looked around as a blue feather wafted in. Their hearts dropped as a body grew around the feather that took the shape of the Nathalie Adrien knew.

            “What do you want, Mayura?” Chat Noir demanded.

            “My, so hostile. Even for an old friend?” Nathalie spoke.

            “You’re no friend. You never were. Now, what do you want?”

            “Oh, something small. And in return for this small favor, I won’t tell Bug about this little transgression. All of it.”

            Chat Noir froze. “All?”

            “Of course! I’m always watching, dearie. That includes your little moment of horrific doubt in your dear sister. I can’t imagine she’d like that very much at yet another low point in her life when the girl is losing the will to fight. I wonder how she’d take hearing her brother, the one that has believed in her fully and completely, is now doubting her utterly and completely.”

            “I… you… what do you want?”

            “Oh, just a small favor from you at any time of my choosing.”

            “I-.”

            “Don’t do it, Chat Noir!” Llameri hissed.

            “Ah, yes. I forgot about you. Well, I can always sweeten the pot,” Nathalie offered.

            “There’s nothing-,” Llameri started.

            “Not even the location of Kagami?”

            “What?”

            “Oh, yes. I paid her a visit. Well, her mother. A deal was struck, a bargain met. And I promise you, you’ll find her. Even if you continue to wander these streets every night. You’ll never find her.”

            Llameri sneered. “You witch!”

            Nathalie chuckled. “Thank you. So, what’ll it be boys?”

            Llameri hesitated, then looked at Chat Noir. Chat Noir considered, then sighed.

            “Fine. You have the favor from me and me alone.”

            Nathalie grinned. She bowed her head as her body dissipated. The feather flew into the lid of the box and transformed into a GPS that would lead them to Kagami’s location. Llameri’s eyes widened as he grabbed Chat Noir.

            “Let’s hurry before she double crosses us! Voyage!”

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𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : Arlong The Saw.

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : Despite his cruel doings after coming back to the surface, Arlong was kind-hearted. He was hiding it, broken and hurt by his past. However, being with her, curled up under her innocent and soft gaze, he wasn't capable of standing up and being mean. Her, his childhood friend who still managed to make him nervous, even after all these years and all the bad things he had done...

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Under Arlong's sparkling eyes, the pretty mermaid giggled. She hid her smile behind her palm, with closed eyes and her heart pounding inside of her chest. She felt each one of its palpitations. As for Arlong, he had his feet under water, seated on the verge of his private pool, giving access to the sea because the mermaid was unable to join him on earth. He stayed with her.

The other fishmen living in Arlong Park, compagnons and friends of Arlong himself, had disappeared a long time ago in groups in order to collect taxes all around Conomi Islands. Once the building was empty, Arlong had joined the mermaid and, without noticing, an hour and a half had passed. Busy hearing her giggle from time to time and her enthusiastic knowledge, the sawshark fishman almost forgot the hatred he was holding towards mankind, and so was only thinking of her. It was the reason why he looked at her, or rather; why he couldn't look away.

« You're so funny, Arlong. » she praised him as stars gleamed in her eyes. « The other boys in the district don't compare to you.. »

Arlong's ego was boosted, the fishman flexed his muscles, a toothy grin placed on his moisturised lips. The pretty mermaid, too busy staring at him, placed her elbow on the side of the pool, waging her tail under the water. She rested her chin against her palm et ran her pupils glowing with admiration all over his face, bitting her lower lip seeing his torso marked with a red tattoo but not a single scar. Because Arlong wasn't the type of man to fall during a fight, he wasn't the type of man to take hits; he was the one giving them.

« The fishman district, it brings back memories. » he said.

« Oh, you should come by sometime ! » the mermaid exclaimed. « I'm sure everybody would be thrilled to see you ! »

« After all this time ? I doubt that. »

Arlong rested one of his hands above her head, his palm so big and his fingers so long that he could englobe it all. The girl giggled at this, her tail squirming and her heart thumping harder in her chest as if it were about to explode. She pressed her wrists against it. Her eyes seemed to have changed into hearts, Arlong even thought that she had turned into stone. However, with how intensely she was looking at him, it left him no doubt that she was alive. 

« You'd be welcomed as a hero, even the king Neptune would have to come. » she said with conviction. « You did so much to protect us, we will never thank you enough. »

Arlong grinded his teeth, he withdrew his hand and put it on the side of the pool. He was aware that her admiration was perverted. Her obsession was twisted, he wasn't a good man. Took pleasure in hurting women and children as payback. Killing them. Blinded by his desire of vengeance, he knew he was percieved as a monster, not a hero. However, being seen as one by the girl that he was in love since his childhood had an effect on him. As innocent as she was wonderful, she loved him endlessly with a blindess that only him could match. Arlong wanted to enjoy this a little longer, he wanted to continue looking at her with his big fishy eyes in the form of pounding hearts.

It was egoistic, but that he was. Was it really wrong that he was enjoying this situation ? It was all he had dreamed of. Served on a silver plate.

« You're being nice, but it's been a long time since Fisher Tiger has been called a hero. You'll have to get used to it. »

« One day they'll understand. »

Sliding her hand on his cheek, the girl leaned her head in order to look at Arlong's side profile. She smiled in a awkward way, still gazing at him with a powerful heartbeat in her breast, this brought a sly touch of pink across his cheeks. Arlong blushed. He looked away and cleared his throat.

« You'll always be a hero to me. » she confessed. « After all, you saved my life when those stupid humans tried to take me away. I remember it as if it were yesterday. »

From this generous act came an obsession. It was during an ordinary day where a younger version of Arlong had seen the pretty mermaid, younger than him by a few years, being imprisoned by a pirate crew in their district. She had fought as hard as she could. Remembering what her parents had told her about humans, how dangerous they were, and their greed for wealth, she tried to run away. If Arlong hadn't murdered them that day, she surely would've died at the surface, in the hand of a Celestial Dragon, or used as a decoration in a crowded aquarium.

Arlong became more than her savior, he was her God.

« It's nothing. I wasn't going to let them take you. »

Moved, the mermaid put her hand above his. Pearls of water slipped through her fingers, Arlong's hand went from dry to wet in a matter of seconds. The girl took advantage of this to intertwine their fingers. Arlong gulped. He stole a glance at his hand and squeezed his against hers as he looked up at her, embarrassed, the girl couldn't breathe anymore, all she could smell was him and all she could stare at was his face.

« You have such a big heart, no wonder you could do all this. » she said, referring to Arlong Park. « You'll keep me with you once East blue is yours ? »

« Why not. » he responded.

« Oh, oh ! This is so exciting ! I can't wait to see what the rest of the world looks like. » she exclaimed. « Do you think they have other roller costers like in Sabaody ?  I want to try them all ! »

Arlong felt her fingers grabbing his, putting even more pressure than before, the mermaid was so content at the idea of finally being able to come to earth that she forgot how hard she was holding him. It was with stars in her eyes that she told him about her dream, how she wanted to see the lands, and Arlong listened closely. He gave her his full attention, nodding as she mentioned the rollercoaster, bumper cars, and the sugary food; such as cotton candy, candy apples, and getting close to her as she pulled him closer by his forearm. She felt safe, she felt like he could see what she had in mind and agreed to each of her dreams.

« Is this real, Arlong ? Are you going to do all of this ? »

« It's only justice. » he responded.

« It's fantastic. You're fantastic ! »

She had gotten close enough to the saw-shark fishman so that, finally, she could kiss his chin. The mermaid had grabbed him, then brought her pair of lips to the corner of his. And then, his cheek. She kissed it with closed eyes and her fishy skin all warm. Arlong blushed. He started at her in shock, squeezed her hand a little bit too hard as his eyes got wider, his breath stuck in his throat. It felt nice. Her smell, her skin, her fingers, her lips, everything that was happening around them, and this silence.. Arlong and the mermaid were, without any doubt, on their own. There was only her, the love of her life. Him and the girl of his dreams.

And as she stepped back suddenly, her gaze shifting because of this unexpected kiss she felt bad about, she lowered her hands on her chest and looked away. It was with shame that she couldn't meet his eyes anymore.

« I'm sory, i shouldn't have. » she mumbled.

« No. No, it's nothing. »

Arlong had responded quickly, bringing his fingers to her jaw that he rose up to his own cheek. He felt it, her red lipstick left a trace, coloring his pale blue skin, as if his face wasn't pink enough. Arlong's pupils were shaking. The fishman's entire being was shaking actually, his racing heart was responsible for this. And as the girl was incapable of looking straight into his eyes, he was unable to look away. He observed her, how sad and upset she was, how pretty her sweet looked as she pouted and how her face, facing the sea, never had appeared this beautiful before. No, he couldn't look away.

« I'm glad you trust me. »

Arlong placed his hand at the top of her head once more, forcing the mermaid to face his gaze and forbid her to run away.

« Are you joking ? » she asked. « Of course i trust you, Arlong ! You're the next hero of our island, you have a wonderful path ahead of you. And I don't need the ability to see into the future to know it. »

Wrapping her fingers around his wrist, she pressed it between her breasts.

« My heart, he's the one telling me this. And I trust him as much as I trust you. »

A toothy grin took place on Arlong's mouth.

« I don't doubt it. After all, only a pirate like me could rule the Four Blue. It's my destiny. »

Following these words, the mermaid shivered.

« Yes, yes you're right. »

Leading the back of his fingers towards her cheek, the girl smiled harder. She felt his thumb caressing her, looked at his hand from there, and crushed it in hope that he would never stop. She didn't want to let go. And it wasn't like Arlong wished to do so. He stared at her, leaning because he was way bigger than her as she seemed so fragile and enamoured with him. He found her heavenly. He found her so magnificent that no more words could now exit his mouth. The only thing he could do was drink the sight of her and wish she'd never discover how cruel and dangerous he had become, so that, for the rest of his life, he'd stay with her, touch her and let her kiss him.

 « Only you can do it, Arlong. Only you can save us… »

It was with those words full of hope that the girl closed her eyes and sighed. As for Arlong, he stayed silent, so much that she grew curious, but she felt so safe pressed against him that she didn't dare question him. So they stayed like this. They did not move until the sunset came, and heavy noises resonated from the outside of Arlong Park.

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I saw this post on L Chat and I wanted to share here cause it was very accurate. I am going to cut some parts too invasive, but the rest is a good point:

"Okay, can you all chill a little about Sophia and Ashlyn? We know nothing more than what we know already, and there's too much here that is just stuff people create in their heads and others believe for nothing. Many of the info you are spreading we will never know if it's true or not cause it's not our damn business.

About Sophia's lovelife, herself and her friends talked a couple of times about this subject. She said herself that she had two major flaws: she is too gullible (as in she can see the other person flaws, but she ignores it and chooses to focus on the person's positive traits rather in the negatives) and she is/was a people's pleaser, which makes her doing whatever it takes to fit in on the expectations on her (you can get these infos on her both podcasts and in her interviews. But if you don't feel like looking cause they are a lot, watch the interview she gave to Michael Rosembaum in 2021, which is one of the a few times she talks about CMM, and the one she gave to Jameela Jamil two months ago) Hilarie confirmed this in one of the early episodes of Drama queens when she told that one of the problems her and Sophia had in the first seasons of OTH was cause Hilarie said straight on her face what was going to happen in her relationship with Chad Michael Murray and Sophia got pissed at Hilarie for trying to warn her. Many fans pointed that pattern too at each new relationship she made public.

Now focusing only in her marriage with Grant, this happened with him too. Many fans pointed out that she seemed a lot more into him than he was into her. You could see she was putting too much effort and not getting the same in return. In Grant's defense, I think he was relief when she asked for the divorce, cause he was very quick to erase any sign of her existence or their marriage in his IG. Prior the rumors of her being with Ashlyn started, and even prior to Cannes, many of her likes from IG were about stopping letting people making you feel small and unwanted, or to stop letting other's define you or tell you how you should feel or invalidate your feelings. So the marriage was faded to die, Ashlyn was just the last drop.

With that being said, this relationship between them is far too new to anyone say anything yet or to determinate how their dynamics are or even if Sophia or Ashlyn are repeating their patterns.

So far, the solid things we have are:

1) they are a couple

2) they went to Rapinoe's retirement party as a couple

3) they went to Big Sur together

4) they did tattoos together

5) they are balancing schedules to spend time

6) Sophia looked happy in the events she went and in recent podcasts while Ashlyn is avoiding the drama from fans, that are fed by cryptic messages from Kyle Krieger, focusing on attacking solely Ashlyn (If you think about it, we didn't heard Ali's side of the story directly from her, cause the only thing she did was posting a vague message and let the internet helldogs create stuff. But she didn’t really said anything, which per se is weird overall)

7) it looks like it's a serious deal for them

Anything outside of these is pure speculation. We didn't even have one picture of them as a couple to try a guess of how they are, the only thing out is just posts on social media that is being taken out of context to stir more drama and people online are falling very quick in this non-sense, already claiming that Ashlyn is broken and Sophia is paying her bills, or that Ash is going to live in California with Sophia or that Ashlyn was fired from Gotham.... None of these are true and it's also none of our business. I know this is a forum and a place for conjectures, but conjecutures are just guesses, nothing more nothing less, they are not true and we can't know if they are because none of us have the big picture, and probably not even Sophia and Ashlyn have that figured out just yet. So chill out, okay"