#❝ f. valentine ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ shoot before they shoot you !

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@dramatiique - jd gets a starter bc starry is a ♡ !

they tell her it's going to be a GOOD EXPERIENCE for her to move away from home. singapore is a life that proves itself contained, her world a bubble that was on the precipice of popping without notice. for girls like her, there's only a handful of options to write home about with parents that hold their children to spaces in which they trusted that their anointed heirs would thrive ; and she supposes this place will do. a year that builds into roots, into a place that she defines. american high school is just yet another thing in which to conquer, and she makes it clear to those within it that they're not meant to mess with the girls, the ones like her that stalk through hallways in spiked heels and short skirts and blunt cut hair, a smile painted in red, all teeth, all danger, lo', come, closer.

he's new, this one. faye doesn't even notice him when he arrives, her life is, school, and home, and all the things that the rich can afford for themselves, called to attention to stay after class by the teacher. when they tell her that they want her to help him adjust, THE NEW KID HELPED BY THE OLD ONE is the way they frame it. and besides. he'll be her partner in the upcoming projects due to be submitted, distain holding within her lungs that exhales slower, like a hiss that doesn't hold the bite that most would recognise. she's been raised far too well to be knocked so dangerously off course, mouth set, a disaffected annoyance bitten back.

meet in the library, she asks of him. they call him jd. the kind of boy that some of the girls are all tripping for, but faye's never one to be DISTRACTED by much of anything. she's there with her books already open, her stare so steady. already wondering if he's going to do any of the work or she'd dragging this lazy american's ass across the finish line here, teeth pulling delicate at her bottom lip. faye valentine and her stuck up attitude, she's without faith, she's without anchorage, she's always been cast to sea, adept and stubborn enough to dig in her heels regardless. "we never officially met properly." how smooth she seems, at least then, gaze flickering, that up down, as if divining the means within the boy. "faye valentine. i think the teacher said... your name's jd? does it stand for anything? or this some kind of whole... james dean kind of homage thing?"

- @dramatiique

[hopeluna]

hello cupid!!

im here to request steve harrington, 18+, sith prompt 13 please and thank you!!

𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 ⋆ ۪ — Valentine's day event ˎˊ˗

Prompt 13: “you’ve never looked as beautiful as you do right now.”

CW: Steve Harrington x fem!reader, 18+ so minors don't interact, sort of a modern au? But its only indicated once, established relationship, Steve is disgustingly in love with us, oral (f receiving), sex (p in v), slight overstimulation, also reader not being insecure of her body cause we bad bitches !!

Word count: 1.8k

⁀➷ cupid: shooting my first arrow in this event, i hope its a good match for u <33

This was either going to be the worst or best idea that you have ever had in your life.

It wasn't like it was your first time here, you've been in the extravagant lingerie shop a couple of times before, out with your girlfriends on a girl's day. But this- this felt different and nerve wracking more than anything because you weren't just buying a set for some impromptu self-love-motivated frenzy for yourself, you were buying it for Steve. On valentine's, no less!

Though your relationship was relatively still new, you weren't necessarily scared at the idea that Steve would dislike this. You knew him, and you knew that he would probably faint with giddiness on sight at seeing you in delicate lingerie. So, that part isn't the problem.

The problem is that you have never done something like this before with him and it was valentine's! A super special day of love- so it really was just the inner anxieties of doing anything for the first time that was bothering you-

"Ma'am, can I help you with anything?"

Your eyes moved to the red haired woman standing before you, looking at you with a polite god-kill-me-already customer service smile. You could see the strain of work in her eyes, making you internally cringe at yourself for standing in front of the store for the past 20 minutes peering inside. She probably thought you were another hurdle between her and her shift ending.

"Oh! I was just- you know, looking for the lingerie shop."

"Yes uh, this is the lingerie shop", giving you another tired smile, she vaguely gestures her hands towards the store sign in front of you.

Right. You are about 2 seconds away from bolting out of here from sheer embarrassment. Bless her, she passes you a sympathetic smile at your obvious embarrassment and nerves,"would you like me to help you look around?"

"Yes, please. That would be great- thank you!"

You follow (Bethany- her name tag says) as she leads you inside the shop. It's minimalistic and warmly lit, the wallpapers a comforting beige colour with white tiled flooring. You're glad that Bethany as her back turned to you when you almost threaten to deform one of the mannequins by bumping into it.

"So, do you have any types or colours already in mind?", she raises a eyebrow at you questioningly over her back.

"Um, not much really. But- I was thinking maybe something in pink?"

She gives you a knowing smile, "valentine's?"

You nod wordlessly, feeling heat creep up on the back of your neck.

You felt like you were going to positively burst out sobbing right there in the middle of the floor. You had been at this for, what? two hours! Probably more than that.

It wasn't like nothing looked good on you, in fact you rather felt hot in every single one of these sets but none of them felt just right and you needed it to feel right in the words of Bethany, "if you don't feel it, its not the one."

Speaking of her, you don't think you could've got through without her care. The initial embarrassment and intimidation had worn off the second she started to help you in choosing with a reassuring sister-like smile. She had also insisted that you call her Betty, cause "Bethany makes me feel like a old woman."

"I got it!", you startle at the said woman speed walking to where you are, a beaming grin on her face and the most beautiful pink set up until now.

You try it on and you instantly have the urge to throw up from how good it looks on you.

It's the perfect mix of sexy and cute, adorned with faded pink lace all over. The garters strapped from the waist to the middle of your thighs make the skin around it spill into a little pudge, something that you know Steve will go crazy over.

"I'm guessing by your face, that's the one." Betty flashes you a cheeky smile over your shoulder, meeting your eyes in the mirror in front.

You inspect the way the cloth hugs your curves with a small smile, "Yup- this is definitely it", you pause for a moment, "do you think he'll like it?"

She only gives you a wink, "he'll lose his goddamn mind, honey."

You tried to repeat Betty's reassuring words in your head like a mantra as you got ready. You rubbed the tiniest bit of perfume, slipped into the lingerie, covered it with a robe, placed the wine out of the cupboard in case it was wanted later and sat rigidly at the edge of the bed for what felt like forever- your ears perked up for any sign of the front door opening.

You almost face plant on the floor at how quickly you get up when you hear the front door open, the clear click of it closing followed by Steve's voice calling your name.

You have to bite your tongue to keep from grinning at the way your boyfriend's face lights up when he sees you make your way to him, your bare feet making soft thumps against the carpet.

"Hey, Steve-" your instantly cut off when he pulls you close to plant a soft kiss to your lips.

"Hey, pretty girl."

Your skin prickles with goosebumps, his hands firmly placed on your waist. Your lips twitch downwards at how weary he looks. Dark patches under his eyes, eyes that seem sunken from being all day at work.

Steve nudges his nose against yours, softly. "You okay?"

You only give him a hum in response, light massaging his tense shoulders absentmindedly. "I got a surprise for you. For valentine's day."

A breathy laugh escapes you at the way his eyebrows shoot up, "You did?"

You nod with a smile, intertwining his hands with yours, gently pulling him into the bedroom. You choose to ignore the adorable way he mutters your name questioningly along the way.

Steve tries to reach for your hand gently when you let go, the both of you now standing at the centre of the room. You take a deep breath in before reaching to pull away the ties of your robe slowly, letting it pool around your feet.

You're not sure how long the silence stretches for, perhaps only a few seconds but it feels like hours. You wince lightly, not being able to help the anxieties that creep up and take root in your mind.

"Do- do you not like it?"

You take in a shaky breath as Steve's eyes widen, looking as if they just broke out of a trance. "What?- no! I mean- yes! Fuck."

You visibly relax when you notice the prominent strain in his pants when he shifts on his feet nervously.

You're about to talk when Steve suddenly pulls you into a heated kiss, nipping at your bottom lip. "Shit, you look good- really good", you smile at the shaky breath he takes in, leaning his forehead against yours.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, baby- you've never looked as beautiful as you do right now."

You tilt your head to the side with a small smile, trying to look into his eyes. "You said that on our first date too-" you huff a laugh at the way his brows furrow, "- and like yesterday too."

Steve gently knocks his forehead against yours, his fingers tracing the seams of the lace of your bra, "not my fault you look beautiful every day."

"Ha! You, Steve Harrington, are such a sap- " the teasing smile on your face falls as his grip on your sides hardens a bit, a yelp escaping you when you fall back gently on to the plush mattress.

"You bully me way too much", the words are muffled from where he's leaving firm kisses on your jaw, trailing down to nip at your collar. Your breath hitches at the barely-there touch of the pads of his fingers on your nipples over the thin cloth. He trails his kisses all over your stomach till his practically laying on his stomach, his breath ghosting over the wet patch on your underwear.

"Ste-ve", a broken, breathy moan escapes you as he pushes the cloth aside to take a hungry lick over the length of your cunt. Your boyfriend's mumbles barely reach your ear when he starts to desperately lick and slurp against your heat like a parched man.

"So perfect, so fuckin' perfect."

Steve reaches his hand up your body to tweak and twist your nipples, paired with a harsh suck of your clit that makes you cry out as your hips subconsciously grind against his mouth. It doesn't take long for you to reach your climax at how messy the whole ordeal is. Steve greedily lapping up the mess, only stopping when you push him away slightly with a whine when the touch becomes too much.

He doesn't take too much time to kiss you hungrily, making you taste yourself on his tongue, before hastily shoving his clothes off of him. Steve shakes his head when you reach to take off yours, mumbling a raspy "want to see you in it on my cock."

That, some how almost makes you want to cum right then and there.

You both moan in unison when he slides in your cunt, the wet squelch sound echoing filthy-ly in the room. Your eyes roll back so hard at the sharp thrusts, Steve snapping his hips against yours in hard, steady but ruthless thrusts- purposefully hitting that one spot inside of you.

The more you whine his name into the thick, hot air; the rougher he gets with powerful thrusts and bites across your neck that he soothes with licks before biting another sensitive spot.

"Fuck." A particular thrust makes you unravel with a moan that sounds like something straight out a porno. You're sure the way Steve grips your thighs at the delicious squeeze of your cunt is gonna leave bruises like hell. You're too fucked out to notice the red crescent shaped marks you left on his arms and back.

Steve kisses you roughly, all tongue and teeth as he comes down from his own high.

He's quick to pull you against his chest when he slumps down next to you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, almost as if he is trying to imprint the feel of you skin against his to memory.

You're not quite sure when you both fall asleep, still tangled with each other. But the soft ding! of your phone on the nightstand makes you shift and rub your eyes at the offending morning light filtering through the curtains.

You shift a little bit, only to have Steve's arm tighten firmly around your waist, snuggling into you further with soft snores. You reach for your phone to see that you have 1 unread message on your notifications along with other stuff.

Betty <33

Get that dick, girl! 🎉🎉

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[eveomo]

bounties and blessings - arthur morgan x f!reader

chapter 1 (SFW, will probably be edited in the future)

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ synopsis : after meeting a seemingly dangerous yet kind outlaw during a bounty, your world seems to get turned upside down after you can't seem to stop running into each other. could this be the beginning of something you've both been longing for?

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ warnings/tags : MINORS MAY INTERACT WITH SFW CHAPTERS (NSFW WILL BE TAGGED), depictions of violence, arguments, angst, eventual smut, unprotected piv sex, guns, gun violence, swearing, mutual pining, strangers to lovers, soft arthur, animal death, PTSD, mentions/depictions of abuse, attempted SA (very brief and for plot purposes only), NO PREGNANCY, NO BABIES, MC isnt a frail weak girl who constantly needs saving, often grammatically incorrect (probably)

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ contains : arthur morgan x f!reader, no use of y/n, reader changes the plot for the better

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ wc : 1.9k

posted to AO3 here

It was a blazing summer day, sweat collecting along the brim of your hat as you rode your palomino arabian into Valentine, slowly making your way to the sheriff's office. As you approach the front of the decrepit building, you swing your foot over the saddle and dismount, grabbing the reins to hitch your horse. 

You pulled your bandana up a touch higher and pulled your hat down to cover your eyes before entering the building. Approaching the board, you scan for any bounties that would truly be worth your while. Then, your eyes caught a poster. 

$75 for some idiot that decided to shoot a rancher's son and a lawman for one cow? Easy money. Was it the biggest bounty you’d ever done? Absolutely not, but it offered more money than anything else pinned to the board. You tore it down and folded it before shoving it into your pocket and nodding at the guard seated at the front of the office. Turning on your heel, you exited the building and mounted your horse. 

          “You ready for some fun girl?” Patting her golden coat, you clicked your tongue and tapped your heels to get her moving. As you rode, you reached back to grab your canteen, guzzling down at least half of it with your horse huffing underneath you. 

          “It’s hot ain’t it, Lenora?” You soothed, petting her mane as you kicked your heels once again to get her into a gallop, welcoming the breeze on your face as you rode. Turning off the path, you began to wind and turn throughout the forest, seeking the abandoned cabin the man you were after was hiding in. Your heart skipped a beat as you spotted it in the distance, excited to have some income once again after having to run from the law after a bar fight gone wrong in another town. Having finally arrived at your destination just north of the Dakota River, you dismount and leave Lenora in the brush, sighing as you pull your bandana over your face and retrieve the lasso attached to your black leather saddle. 

Taking effortlessly light steps, you approach the back end of the cabin before hearing two other voices just west of your location. You crouch behind a broken down wagon sitting in the field surrounding the home as you take a deep breath and tune into the words drifting towards you through the wind. 

          “John, if you’re messin’ with me after last time I’ll give you a real reason to run from camp.” One gruff voice huffs out, while another insists that he saw something duck behind a wagon. Your eyes narrow and you peek your head around the wheel, deciding the coast was clear before darting out and crouching down below a window next to the back entrance. Confident that you were going to secure this bounty before unwanted competition appeared, you darted up to peek into the window, seeing your target shine his gun. Quietly, you edge the door open before taking light steps towards the balding man. With an incredible speed, you grab your revolver from your holster and knock the man unconscious with the grip. 

Letting out a pleased hum, you put your gun back in its holster and grab the lasso from your side and begin to secure him tightly. Before you can truly process the creaking of floorboards, you whip out your gun and turn around, pulling back the safety and pointing the barrel at the intruder's head. Unsurprisingly, the sight of a barrel pointing in between your eyes greeted you. 

         “‘Scuse me Miss, I don’t mean to be a bother but I think you’ve got some’n that belongs to me and my friend out there.” The man speaks first, a deep gruff voice with a clear southern drawl. You sized him up quickly, he was tall and broad, a blue button up with a brown leather jacket, a clearly very old hat concealing his head of hair, and a black bandana covering the rest of his face. Obviously another bounty hunter or an outlaw. 

Scoffing, you reply, “Clearly, Mister, this dope here is comin’ back with me. I knocked him out, I tied him up.” you emphasized, pointing behind you. Taking a step closer, you point the end of your gun closer to his head. “I’ve killed men much bigger than you for much less than this.” You watch his eyes narrow as he sizes you up, making you shudder. Admittedly, you were nervous. Somehow you had forgotten that there were others nearby, focusing on being quiet and quick rather than paying attention to your surroundings, and in front of you was a very large, clearly much stronger than you, man. 

          “Look, darlin’. You hand ‘em over, and the three of us can split it. Whatddya say?” One of his eyes squints while the other remains the same, revealing his hidden smirk. 

          “If you think you’re gonna intimidate me into splitting a $15 bounty, you’ve got me mistaken, sir.” Before he can think to answer, his friend calls out. 

         “Arthur! What’s taking so damn long in there? Thought’chu said it’d be empty!” As he looks to the side, you take his momentary distraction as an opportunity to pull a throwing knife from your thigh and dart around him, wrapping your arm around his throat and pulling him to the ground, disarming him and knocking his hat off in the process. He grunted with surprise as you pressed the blade to his jugular and leaned down to whisper in his ear. 

          “Here’s what’s gonna happen, Arthur. Unless you want to bleed out right here, yer gonna get up, walk out, and tell yer little friend that my friend over here-“ you nod your head to the direction of the still unconscious man laying tied up on the floor “-wasn’t here and y’all need to search for some other bounty. Whaddya say?” You drawl, mocking him for his earlier offer. He chuckles lightly before removing his instinctive grip from your arms and raising his in front of him in defeat. 

          “Alright, girl. You got me, okay? We’ll be outta yer hair now.” He grunts as you remove your vice grip from his throat and sheath your knife back into its strap, allowing him to stand. He picked his hat back up and placed it on his head, and then retrieved his revolver from across the room. As he did so, you heaved the large, unconscious man over your shoulder with a grunt and gestured for the outlaw to leave first. 

         “Damn girl, you are one strong lady.” Arthur comments with a laugh, shaking his head as he walks out with his hands up in an attempt to make you trust him. You roll your eyes and watch as he takes a step to leave before stopping. You raise a brow and sigh frustratedly. This wasn’t your first time fighting over a bounty, but the result of this particular conflict left your hands clean and your mind confused. 

          “What are ya doin? Git!” Your free hand falls down to your side, hovering over your gun holster, shooting a heated look in the outlaws direction. 

He scoffed before answering, “Would you relax? Was gonna ask if you was all alone out here.” 

You laughed and shook your head.

“Why on earth would I tell you that?” You’re not stupid, you know he could’ve killed you if he had wanted to, but he didn't. It’s not that you aren’t strong, in fact you were very strong,  but when you had him on the ground it wasn't hard to tell how abnormally strong he was. It would’ve taken nothing to pull your arm away and either stab or shoot you, but he didn’t. Why?

          “I dunno, maybe you’re lonely out here. You’re clearly strong,” he chuckles when he says this, gesturing to the man on the floor behind you, “but it ain’t very safe for a lady out in these parts.” He shrugged, seemingly trying to figure out why he even asked in the first place. He didn’t seem the type to care all that much about the going ons in other people’s lives, in fact he seemed like he would otherwise be guarded and closed off. 

        “I ain’t no lady, sir. I’ve done a lot of very bad things to a lot of people. Good and bad.” You shook your head, and continued. “It ain’t very safe for anyone out in these parts. Everyone robbin’, killin’, shootin’, I ain’t the only one that has to look out for myself.” With a sigh, you place your gun back in your holster. ‘Is this guy leaving soon or what?’ you think to yourself. He seems to think about what you’re saying for a minute, pulling down his bandana to scratch at his stubble. And oh, oh god. He’s hot. So hot you swear the colour drained from your face and immediately came back as a bright red. Your breath hitches in your throat and you clear your throat.

         “Well, I s’pose that’s true. Bye now, ma’am.” He speaks, snapping you out of your brief trance. You watch as he leaves, nodding at you as the door shuts behind him. You wait about 2 minutes to see if ‘Arthur’ and his friend ‘John’ would re-enter the small cabin, guns drawn. However, they didn’t, and so you secure the unconscious man onto the back of your Arabian, and leave.

𐂂

Truthfully, Arthur didn’t want to hurt a woman, whether she was pointing a gun at him or not. He could tell that she was bluffing the moment he unholstered his gun and pointed it right back at her, too clear that she wouldn’t have shot him unless he tried to hurt her. This worried him, why isn’t her first instinct to kill an intruder, especially a male intruder? Besides this, the gang could use someone who was strong, capable, and actually stealthy. You would be perfect for late-night stagecoach robberies, silently slinking into barns while someone else distracted the homeowner. Even if this was true, he knew Mrs. Grimshaw would be quick to make you clean laundry and chop vegetables. 

“Arthur! Are you even listening to me?” John speaks, interrupting his thoughts. 

“No.” Arthur replies cheekily, looking at John under the brim of his hat. He wasn’t listening, how could he? He had just missed an incredible opportunity to bring someone useful to the camp, and he didn’t. 

“I was asking what happened with that bounty, asshole.” John scoffed, riding alongside Arthur on their way back to camp, $50 sitting in each of their pockets from a couple street robberies. 

Arthur sighed before speaking, “There was a girl, she got to him first.”

“And you just left? Let her take him?” Astounded, John shakes his head and picks up his pace. “What is happenin’ to you, Arthur Morgan? Lettin’ some girl take our bounty?” 

“What’d you want me to do John, shoot ‘er? Dutch told us to keep a low profile, not to go around killin’ young girls for a $75 bounty.” He scoffed, hearing voices appear in the distance and the rather unappetizing scent of Pearson's stew. Whatever John said next, he didn’t hear.   Arthur hitched his horse and strode over to the collection box, giving $30 and keeping $20 before retreating to his tent and bedroll for the night. He kicked off his boots and sat down, retrieving his journal from his messenger bag to write about his day. He pondered what to write about, but he already knew. 

He wanted to write about you. 

PLEEEEASE LET ME KNOW YOUR THOUGHTS!!! i really struggle w accurately writing characters to how they are !!! if anything is corny/needs changes LET ME KNOW!! ok love u all hope u enjoyed!! chapter 2 should hopefully be out by next week<3

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[readyforthegarden]

Breakable Heaven - Part Seven

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

Warnings: drinking, swearing, smut: fingering(f!receiving), penatrative sex. being accosted by a drunk person, slapping 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

A/N: Thank you everyone for your patience as I worked through a little block and got back into the rhythm! I'm hoping to be back on Wednesdays because that means the very last update will be on Valentines Day which is ALSO Wagner Wednesday, and how cute is that?! Anyway, this chapter is hot and heavy right at the beginning, so enjoy!

WC: 6747

There was no awkward conversation, no uneasiness between you and Danny the next morning, like you thought there may have been. There really hadn’t been time for conversation. Danny kept true to his promise of keeping up, small periods of rest, slight dozing before another round. You were sure you couldn’t continue on, yet the next morning, you were pressed back against the shower tiles as Danny’s long fingers pumped in and out of you, moaning prayers in the shape of his name into his mouth. 

Your hair products and the steam from the hot water filled the bathroom with a lavender haze, one you simply refused to try and fight. Your fingers gripped into his slick skin trying to keep yourself upright as your knees buckled beneath you. Feeling his back muscles flex under your grip, you whined as his thumb pressed against your clit, rubbing small circles around it. 

“You make the sweetest sounds, honey.” Danny mumbled into your mouth as you gasped when he curled his fingers inside, hitting that sweet spot that made your toes curl.

“God, Danny,” your panting was becoming more rapid, and you tore your mouth away from his to rest your forehead on his shoulder, concentrating on the feeling building in your sore muscles. Shivers ran down your body, and you weren’t entirely sure if it was from the cool tiles or the beginning ripples of your orgasm shooting through your body. Your answer came as Danny pressed down with his thumb, directly on your clit, letting the friction of his thrusting hand rub it and send you into oblivion. “God, fuck!” you lifted your head only enough to bite down on Danny’s shoulder as your walls clenched around his fingers. Your legs felt like jelly, and Danny’s arm slid between you and shower tiles, holding you upright as he let you ride it out. 

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you honey,” he whispered softly, pressing small, chaste kisses above your ear, inhaling your lavender scent. Releasing his shoulder from your mouth, you tucked  your head into his chest as the warm water sprayed down around you, trying to catch your breath. You barely registered him sliding his fingers that were inside of you into his mouth, cleaning them off before wrapping around your waist and holding you up more firmly.

As you stood in the shower, you could feel his hard length pressing against your abdomen, twitching between you as one of his hands slid down your back and began gently kneading one of your cheeks. Raising your head, you looked up at him with tired eyes that betrayed everything you were about to say.

“I could go again,” your voice was meek, yet laced with desire, and Danny smirked down at you. 

“We don’t have to, baby,” he brushed water off your face. You could already feel the ache of want starting up. His fingers, you had learned, were incredibly talented, but they were no match for the real thing.

“I want it, Danny,” you lifted your chin the best you could and puckered your lips, meeting him in a kiss before trailing your lips down the curve of his jaw. “I need to feel you one more time,” Danny’s eyes flickered darkly before he kissed you roughly, cupping your face in his hands. When he pulled away, he turned you and pressed you back against the tiles, colder now to your skin since you’d been fully in the hot water. He tugged your hips back, using his own knee to spread your legs a bit further apart before running the head of his cock up and down your slit, gathering your wetness. 

You tried to hide the quiet, sharp hiss as he pressed into you, your muscles sore and beginning to ache. Danny froze, one of his hands leaving your hips and pulling your damp hair across your back and leaning forward, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blade. 

“Honey, I mean it, I don’t want to hurt you,” Danny murmured to you. A small whine left your throat as you wiggled your hips. 

“You won’t,” you sighed as he stilled your hips. “Please,” Danny continued peppering kisses down your shoulder before leaning into your ear. 

“You stop me if you need to, okay?” he continued softly. “Promise?”

“I promise.” Danny kissed your cheek before straightening up, sliding against you again before gently easing himself inside you. At last, you felt him fully inside you, and you sighed. Have you ever felt so complete with anybody else? Had anyone else been able to satisfy you as many times as Danny had and yet have you so insatiable? Your body shivered as Danny slowly withdrew from you and pushed back in, a soft moan falling from his lips as he slid back into your warmth.

“So fucking good,” he groaned, the grip on your hips tightening. He quickened his pace, and you could feel your body sliding against the wet tiles with each pump of his hips, your cheek sure to have an indent line from the grout. The fire was alive and well in your belly, though you weren’t quite sure that it had ever been put out since you and Danny had finally gotten your hands on one another. 

The soreness between your legs lingered, but the push and pull of Danny’s cock was intoxicating, you couldn’t care about anything else, you didn't have the capacity to think about anything as his hips picked up pace, sharp breaths spilling out between his grit teeth. 

Needing to feel another part of him, you moved one of your hands from the wall of the shower, reaching blindly behind you, your fingertips grazing the skin of his abdomen, scratching at the hairs that led down to his pelvis. Danny let go of your hips with one hand, grabbing your wrist and holding it behind your back, a slight tug that stretched you and caused you to moan loudly. The echo in the bathroom was lost on you, though to Danny’s ears it rang through them, he wanted to have the sound of your voice sighing and moaning and whimpering playing in his ears at all times. It made his heart beat madly in his chest, urging him to do whatever he could to hear it even more. 

“Danny,” his name on your lips and tongue was heavenly, he squeezed his eyes closed, committing it to memory, your exact tone and timbre, so he could play it on loop in his mind the next time he was alone at night. His hands had already done the job of memorizing your body, and he found himself amazed and gratified that everywhere he touched, he fit perfectly. His hands cupped the swells of your hips and the dip of your waist perfectly. His body fit with yours like a puzzle piece, and he found himself thinking at one point if it was possible you had been made for one another.

Unbeknownst to him, you’d thought the exact same thing in the night, tangled up in his arms and legs, both of you catching your breath between pressing sloppy, lazy kisses to the other's skin. You fit so well against him, and you couldn’t help but notice how perfectly full you felt with him inside you. 

You could feel Danny getting close, his thrusts were getting faster, less rhythmic. He was grunting into your ear, coaxing himself along while all you could do was whimper and moan, everything coming out staccato from the jostling of your body. 

“Give it to me, please Danny,” you gasped out, looking over your shoulder the best you could. His eyes were still screwed shut in concentration but he gave you a little nod, his wet curls bouncing as he did. All too soon, Danny withdrew himself, panting sharply as he came on your bare back, the sudden warmth on the cold skin of your lower back causing you to gasp.

Hearing splashing, you saw out of the corner of your eye as Danny stepped back, going to the shower wall next to you and leaning back against it, panting. One hand rested over his heart, the other his stomach. His eyes were still shut, and you took the opportunity to gawk at him. He looked like a statue of some god from another time, muscles defined as if chiseled from stone. His head tilted back, causing his curls to fall back away from his face. His jawline was sharp as his mouth hung open, taking in as much air as his lungs could in the humid space. You felt he was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. 

After a few moments, his eyes slowly opened, immediately finding you and his lips turned up into a smile as he watched you blush from getting caught. You pushed away from the wall yourself, stepping over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist, leaning up to leave a trail of kisses along his chest and neck. His hands rested on your upper back, and once he had enough breath in his chest, he leaned down and kissed your lips.

“Satisfied, honey?” smiling against his lips, you nodded, pulling back. You looked up at him, tired eyes glimmering. 

“For now,” you replied softly, watching him smirk back. 

“Well, let’s get you cleaned up again, I think some breakfast will do us good.” Danny eased you back under the spray, making sure to grab your washcloth and load it back up with soap, giving your body another rub down with it. 

Once both of you were properly cleaned and rinsed, you realized you’d run late for the scheduled brunch that morning. You and Danny ran around as much as your exhausted bodies would let you, throwing on clothes and halfway drying your hair. 

Danny’s hand slipped firmly into yours as you walked down to the restaurant, and you couldn’t help but feel there was something different in his grip. There was more purpose behind it as his fingers entwined with yours and squeezed gently. You walked closer to him, too, as your steps fell in line with one another. You hadn’t cared that your hair was still damp or you only threw on a bit of mascara with your dress, because Danny’s curls were still as damp, and he looked down to you and grinned and suddenly it didn’t matter anymore. 

It wasn’t until you entered the small banquet area that you got anxious, seeing everyone already seated and eating, chattering amongst themselves while you and Danny walked in. 

“There they are!” Mike grinned. “Good morning!” you and Danny smiled and took your seats, saying your good mornings back. The table was set up family style, and Danny wasted no time grabbing your plate and beginning to pile scrambled eggs onto it, checking silently if you wanted bacon or sausage before placing a few strips on your plate with a smattering of mixed fruit and a slice of toast. He loaded his up as well and dug in as you sipped from the water glass in front of you, catching Olivia’s eye. She looked at you like a cat that finally caught a mouse she’d been chasing, cornered and ready to pounce.

“I’m surprised you’re sitting so well,” Olivia smirked over her champagne glass at you when she finally opened her mouth. Taking in your confused expression, she set down the glass before leaning close. “I came by your room last night to see if you were okay.” A fire red blush ignited on your cheeks, spreading down your chest. “I had the lobby give me a spare key card.”

“You didn’t,” you shot a look at your best friend, who only continued to grin more.

“I opened the door after you didn’t answer, and heard enough to know you were fine.” she grinned. “More than fine, actually.”

“Liv,” you shot her a look, softly warning her. “We’re at breakfast.”

“Oh, I know, you’re famished.” she winked, nodding to Danny who had nearly wolfed down his entire plate already. She then leaned in closer. “And it confirmed every theory I’ve had.” you looked at her puzzled again. “The dick was so good he left you brain dead.” Olivia batted her lashes. Clearing your throat, you realized she wasn’t wrong. Quite a few times last night you were left speechless. 

“You’re absolutely right, Liv,” you nodded, stabbing a piece of melon with your fork and shoving it in your mouth, chewing as slowly as possible so you didn’t have to engage again. It wasn’t until Danny was going for a second helping that you really looked up from your plate again, noting two other empty place settings towards the other end of the table. You nudged Danny’s elbow and he looked at you, slightly offended you almost made him spill food on the table until you nodded and he followed your vision.

Mike cleared his throat and caught both of your attentions as Danny settled back in his chair. 

“I kicked Gavin out of the wedding.” he informed you and Danny. “After you left dinner, he started going off on the rest of us and I just couldn’t do it anymore.” you nodded and looked down at the table. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty for the way things went down.

“Don’t you dare,” Olivia reached out, grabbing your hand under the table and clutching it in hers. “I know that look, don’t you dare feel like you’re responsible for that dicks behavior.”

“Olivia is right,” Mike agreed. He looked you dead in the eye as he spoke again. “And I’m sorry that you dealt with it for so long.”

“Thank you,” you accepted Mike’s apology, knowing it was heartfelt. 

“That leads me to another situation, though.” Mike glanced at Danny. “I’m short a groomsman.” Danny blinked a few times before Olivia sighed.

“Danny, will you step in please?” Olivia gripped your hand like she was begging you instead. “I cannot have an uneven line up in my photos, it will haunt me forever, please?” Danny’s eyes were wide.

“I-I don’t even have a suit, I don’t-”

“We’ll figure that out, and I’ll pay for whatever it takes.” Mike joined in on the pleading. “Please, Danny?” Danny looked from the couple down to you. You just gave him a small shrug, not wanting to force him into anything he wasn’t comfortable doing. 

“You won’t have to awkwardly make small talk with any of the other family or dates,” Olivia chimed in, trying to sweeten the pot. 

“Okay, I’ll do it.” Danny smiled softly. Agreeing to be in the wedding of people he’d only known a week was a little crazy, but then again, here he was, head over heels for someone he’d known just as long. In Danny’s opinion, time was an illusion. After breakfast, Danny was whisked off, back into town to try and find a last minute suit to match the rest of the groomsmen, and you were taken back to Olivia’s room with her and the other bridesmaids, going over the itinerary for the next day.

You couldn’t help your mind wandering as the planner started rattling off details you’d memorized before you set foot in the vineyard. Every time you moved, there was a tender feeling in all of your muscles, and you kept remembering images of Danny surrounding you. His face glancing up at you from between the valley of your breasts as he marked a path down your body, his doe eyes shining with mischief. His strong arms wrapped around you as he sat on the edge of the bed, helping guide your body in a rhythm while your hands were tangled up in his curls. You felt like Danny was your first taste of something addicting, and you couldn’t wait to get more. 

It wasn’t until you felt a push on your shoulder that you left your memories, looking over to Olivia, who was smirking at you once again. You hadn’t realized the small meeting was over, and the other bridesmaids had left, leaving you and your best friend alone.

“Whatcha thinking about?” she grinned, batting her eyes and leaning forward.

“What do you think?” you rolled your eyes. 

“You have skipped all the details for so long, and now I’ve heard it myself, you have to tell me!” Olivia squealed. 

“Fine,” you sighed. “That man is the best I’ve ever had. He’s loving and caring and in the same breath he’s this sexy force of nature. He’s unlike anyone else. Danny is very good at finding all the buttons to press exactly when you need them pressed.”

“Sounded like it,” Olivia waggled her eyebrows. She continued to ask her questions, and this time you answered, sparing a few details here and there. Meanwhile, Danny was having a conversation of his own while waiting in a fitting room alone.

“You’re what?!” Sam’s brows were furrowed in disbelief as Danny shrugged on the other end of the screen. “Daniel, that’s insane.”

“I know, I know, but I couldn’t let them down.” Danny smiled sheepishly. “Besides, it means I can spend more time with her and I don’t have to walk aimlessly around while she’s busy during the cocktail hour.”

“I guess, man,” Sam sighed. “If anything, this’ll make a good story for Jake and Josh. I may have let slip what was going on with you this week.” Danny shook his head at Sam’s apologetic grimace.

“It’s fine, it’s fine.” Danny grinned. “I uh…I think you’re all going to meet her soon.” Danny watched as there was movement on the screen, and Sam glanced back to the camera with wide eyes. “I may have taken your advice, made a move.”

“Daniel!” Sam grinned back. “What did she say? Did she say yes?”

“Um..” Daniel tried to fight the smile and Sam laughed loudly. “One thing led to another…and then another…and then another…”

“So she does feel the same for you then?” Sam smirked.

“I’m pretty confident she does, yeah.” Danny felt a small blush warm his cheeks, thinking of the way you looked at him in the shower this morning. It was more than lust and desire, there was something deeper behind your eyes, and he knew he felt the exact same. In fact he was itching to get back to the hotel and see you again. 

“I’m happy for you, Daniel.” Sam nodded. “You look really, really happy and if you’re jumping into someone's wedding just to help her and her friends out, she must be an amazing woman.”

“She is.”

“Hey Danny, I’ve got another suit for you!” Mike called from behind the door. 

“Okay!” Danny turned back to Sam’s bemused face. “I’ll talk to you later, Sam.”

“Bye lover boy!” Sam waggled his fingers towards the camera on his phone before hanging up, leaving Danny to toss his phone onto the chair in the dressing room, opening the door and taking the suit Mike handed him.

“I think that one will work, it’s not quite perfect, but it’s close enough I don’t think Liv’s eye will twitch when she looks back at photos.” Mike laughed as Danny closed the door to start getting dressed.

“I’m glad you guys didn’t come back to dinner last night.” Mike’s voice was muffled through the door. Danny tugged on the dress pants, zipping them as he listened. “Gavin and Naomi started to argue with Olivia and I, and my parents. Even my dad was upset and finally snapped, and told them to leave. It was a nightmare.” 

“It wouldn’t have done anyone any good for us being back there.” Danny shook his head, though Mike couldn’t see it. He buttoned the shirt closed before pulling on the suit jacket. “I think I’m allowed to say it now, but if I could’ve, I would’ve knocked Gavin out, given the chance.” 

“Me too.” Mike sighed. “It’s unfortunate it had to be this way, but we couldn’t stand by and let his behavior continue. My parents and his parents will just have to deal.” Danny checked himself in the mirror before opening the door and stepping out.

“What do you think?” Danny stood in front of Mike, who looked him up and down and nodded.

“Works for me,” he said. “We’ll get you a dark green tie and socks and we’ll be on our way.”

Back at the vineyard, once Olivia was done pumping you for details, you made your way back to your room, picking up the trail of clothes that had been left behind in the rush. The bed had been remade, and you felt a bit of embarrassment that the housekeepers had to step over your discarded panties and clothes and change the twisted and tangled sheets. 

You had changed into some cozier clothes, popping an ibuprofen to help your sore muscles before settling into the couch in the living area, turning on the TV to occupy your time. Getting bored easily, you only later half an hour before you turned it off again, getting up and wandering back to the bathroom. 

It took less than a second for you to turn on the faucet on the jacuzzi tub, grabbing the bottle of complimentary bubble bath and pouring a good amount under the running water. Padding back to the bedroom, you grabbed your phone and earbuds, putting together a playlist on your music app while the tub filled. Once you were happy, you put in your earbuds and pressed play, stripping down and lowering your body into the hot water. 

“I don’t know another way to explain it, Sam.” Danny sighed into his phone. Once he had parted from Mike, Danny decided to call his best friend back, walking his way slowly up the stairs to your room. There were still things he wanted to talk through in his newly limited free time. “I feel so…like full when I’m with her.”

“Daniel, you’re in looooove.” Sam’s voice was sing-songy as he replied. Danny stopped in his tracks, staring at the floor in front of him. Normally he would think the accusation was ludacris, how could he be in love with someone he barely knew? But the flutter in his heart told him Sam’s teasing was true. 

“I am,” Danny grinned. “It’s insane but Sam, I’ve fallen absolutely in love with her.” 

“Yes!” Sam cheered. “It’s about time you opened that heart back up.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Danny chuckled, rolling his eyes and continuing on towards your room. 

“I can’t wait to meet her,” Sam continued. “Tell her all your embarrassing stories from school and tour.”

“Hey, don’t scare her off before we’ve had a chance to make it official.” Danny muttered as he slid his keycard in the door. The living room was quiet, and Danny figured you were still with Olivia. 

“It’s better to come from me, you know how Josh gets excited when he tells stories, it’s a lot of embellishment.” Sam reasoned with an indignant sniff. There was noise on the other end of the line and he paused. “What was that?”

“I don’t know.” Danny also paused, hearing a humming noise coming from the bedroom. He draped his garment bag over the arm of the couch and stepped closer to the doors, opening them slowly. Nothing greeted him but a perfectly made bed, and he furrowed his brow before glancing at the bathroom, seeing a light escaping through a crack in the door. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, will you please stand? With every guitar string scar on my hand, I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover!” Danny slowly peeked in, glad Sam’s call back was only audio as Danny’s eyes were greeted with you, eyes closed and relaxing under a mountain of frothy bubbles. He could see the earbuds nestled in your ears and your shoulders swaying as you sang along to the song. “My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue. All's well that ends well to end up with you. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover!” Danny winced slightly when your voice went sharply off key on the word true, exclaiming it as dramatically as the blonde songstress who wrote it, but his grin remained plastered to his face. 

“Jesus,” Sam cringed into the phone. “Are you still in love after that?”

“Yeah,” Danny nodded, though Sam couldn’t see. “Yeah I am.” A squeal echoed in the bathroom as Danny focused back on you. You’d opened your eyes, startled by his sudden presence and took the earbuds out, staring at him with a deep scarlet blush as you placed them on the side of the tub.

“How long have you been there?” you asked quietly. 

“Not long at all,” Danny answered simply. “I heard some noise and just wanted to check it out.”

“I’m okay.” your eyes went to the phone in his hand and you covered your mouth. “Are you on the phone?!”

“...Yeah,”

“How much did you hear?” you asked, biting your bottom lip.

“Everything!

“Nothing!!” Sam confirmed as Danny denied. You could hear Sam’s voice over the phone and put your hands over your whole face, groaning before sucking in a deep breath and letting your body slide down the tub and submerge yourself fully underwater. Danny laughed to himself before leaving the bathroom.

“Alright, I gotta start getting ready for this rehearsal dinner. If I don’t talk to you tomorrow, I’ll see you next week?”

“For sure, Daniel. Have fun, be safe!” Danny could practically hear the wink in Sam’s voice as they hung up. Danny could hear you resurfacing in the bath and starting to let it drain. He wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself, so he settled on sitting on the bed, waiting for you to exit the bathroom. When you did, you were wrapped in a robe, your damp hair hanging around your shoulders. You still had a sheepish blush about you as you made eye contact with him.

“Safe to say you won’t be asking me for harmonies any time soon, huh?” you chuckled, trying to ease your embarrassment. 

“Actually, I thought you were amazing.” Danny pushed back, a smirk on his face as you rolled your eyes. “In fact, I think you should replace Josh in our band.”

“Oh yeah?” you moved forward, climbing onto the bed and making yourself eye level with the little liar. “Maybe you’ll win a grammy with me in the band.”

“I’d love another one.” Danny grinned as you bumped the tip of his nose with yours. 

“Oh, you already have one?” you quirked an eyebrow. “Damn, Mike and Olivia have no idea they’ve got a superstar in their wedding.”

“I’m happy to help,” Danny shrugged. You shifted, moving from your hands and knees to straddling his lap. “Sam said you must be amazing to be worth all this.” Danny smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Your eyes shone up at him, a small smile gracing your lips.

“You told him about me?” your voice was soft but excited. You had been at the disadvantage that Olivia was literally with you on this trip, but Danny’s friends were states away. You hadn’t really thought of him talking to them about you or even the wedding, since it was supposed to be more a secret on his part.

“Once or twice, yeah.” Danny looked at you, brushing a damp wave away from your face. “I figured I better tell him before he sees me walking through the airport holding hands with some strange girl when he picks me up.”

“True,” you shrugged. “Though what a story we could make up for that, huh?”

“Mm, went to a vineyard, got drunk, hooked up with this girl and brought her home.” Danny nodded. “Sounds solid.”

“Oh no, you’d have married me to bring me home,” you shook your head. “I want that rockstar money, and sit in the penthouse I’d think you have while you work your ass off on tour.”

“Oh, my new wife would be sorely disappointed when she got back to see my one bedroom condo.” Danny laughed. You faked a desolate sigh, sitting back with a pout.

“She’ll live, I guess.” the two of you devolved into a fit of giggles. There was a small feeling of uncertainty that lingered between you, at least, in your heart. Joking about a fake future with Danny left you wondering briefly if after the wedding tomorrow, if that very next morning, he would still be interested. You weren’t immune to the fact the both of you were in a bubble of proximity, and that had a major impact on things. 

What if you boarded that plane back home and once there, he realized he just got caught up in the act? 

“Speaking of weddings,” you cleared your throat, rolling your shoulders back and ignoring the nagging feeling in your stomach. “We should start getting ready for the rehearsal.”

“Yeah,” Danny agreed softly. His hands were still on your waist, and his body was in no rush to move. “We should,” neither of you shifted a muscle, content to stay as you were for a few seconds longer. Finally you broke the connection, moving to get off the bed.

“If I don’t do something with this hair now, it’s going to frizz.” you sighed, walking back into the bathroom, leaving Danny to get ready in the bedroom by himself.

“If we have to walk down this aisle one more time tonight I’m going to hang myself from the rafters.” you groaned, leaning on Thomas, who’d been upgraded to best man in the wake of Gavin and Naomi’s departure. 

“I’m sure we only have to do it a few hundred more times before Olivia is satisfied.” Thomas replied with a yawn.

“I’m starving, dinner was supposed to be an hour ago.” you whined, feeling your stomach grumble.

“Okay, just one more time guys! I just want to make sure we have the timing down perfectly!” Olivia called out, passing everyone to situate herself at the end of the line. Her long, white silk dress cascaded around her already making her look like a beautiful bride in her panic. As you glanced forward at the start of the procession, you caught Danny’s eye as he was turned slightly  where he stood next to Mila, talking softly. When he noticed you, he sent you a wink, making you smile before the music started, and he turned back around at attention, linking arms with Mila.

Olivia’s one more time turned into three more, and finally she was satisfied enough to release you all for dinner. You were back on Danny’s arm, walking with your hand in his back from the chapel to the small restaurant banquet room, dreaming of whatever entree was being served. Olivia and Mike were only a few steps ahead of you both, talking and laughing when suddenly Olivia gasped, stumbling on the stone pathway.

“Oh god dammit!” she cried. Rushing over, you feared the worst, that she’d broken her ankle and would have to hobble down the aisle in a cast or brace. Luckily Mike had caught her, and he was staring down at her shoes, lifting up the hem of her dress. “I knew I should’ve waited for tomorrow to wear these! Now my wedding shoes are ruined!” you looked at where she nodded, the small heel of her pump was broken, hanging off the back of the shoe.

“Don’t worry!” moving back, you handed your small clutch to Danny after sliding out your keycard. “I brought a bunch of stuff in case of an emergency on the wedding day, and super glue was one of them! It’s just in our room, I’ll be right back!”

“Do you want me to come with you?” Danny offered, turning back as you moved to the staircase, you shook your head with a smile. 

“I’ll be right back!” your own heels echoed on the stone steps and Danny and Mike escorted Olivia into the restaurant. You had two things on your mind as you made your way to your room. Retrieving the super glue from your emergency bag, and getting back as quickly as possible to dinner to find out whatever was causing the mouthwatering smell in the lobby. You hadn’t noticed a shadow looming over your own once you turned the corner towards your room, and was startled when a hand grabbed your upper arm. A sharp gasp pulled from your throat as you spun around to see Gavin standing there, eyes red, and clothes rumpled. “Gavin, what are you doing here?!”

“I-I need to talk to you,” he looked as if he’d been crying, and you pulled yourself from his grasp as he swayed a bit, the stench of whiskey on his breath.

“You’re drunk, Gavin. You shouldn’t be here, Mike and Olivia kicked you out.”

“Naomi left me.” he ignored your speech, only looking at you with what you could only describe as the worst attempt at puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen. 

“Good for her,” you rolled your eyes, turning around to leave him in the hall and finish your mission, but he grabbed you again, this time winding his arms around your waist tightly.

“She wasn’t you, babe.” Gavin sniffled. “I’m so sorry I ever wanted her, I’m sorry babe.” you grimaced as he started crying again, feeling nothing but disgust for the man trying to hold onto you. Your palms flat against his chest, you tried to push yourself out of his grasp, but Gavin was strong.

“Gav, let me go,” you demanded, trying to keep calm. 

“Come back to me?” Gavin leaned in towards you as you moved away, trying to shuffle out of his grasp, but only managing to turn yourselves around. “Baby we were so good together, I’m sorry I lied, you were the best thing I ever had.”

“Gavin, that’s very nice, but I’ve moved on, I’m not interested.” you pushed his chest again, but he was solid. It was like slow motion, as Gavin closed his eyes and leaned towards your face, lips puckered. 

“I think I’m gonna go check on her,” Danny told Mike and Olivia after they joked you must’ve gotten lost on your way back to your room.. You’d taken a bit longer than it should’ve to get a tube of super glue. He was starting to get concerned that maybe the stone floors had taken you out as well. Getting up from his seat, he placed his napkin on the table next to his plate, and left the restaurant.

As he made his way up the steps, he thought to himself about making you even later. Surely a few moments of kissing couldn’t cut into a simple shoe repair time that much. Danny nearly skipped up the last few stairs, giddy at the idea of pressing you against the door and smudging that perfect berry lipstick you wore. As he turned the corner, he stopped dead in his tracks. He saw you, wrapped in Gavin’s embrace. Gavin’s face was close to yours, his eyes flickered up and he smirked before leaning in closer. You didn’t seem to protest the movement, though he couldn’t see your face. Danny turned around, feeling his heart shatter in his chest.  

Of course you would get back with Gavin. Of course Danny would let down his walls, and let himself fall in love with a perfect stranger and think that it meant anything. Of course he would blindly follow his heart straight into heartbreak. Danny’s feet moved of their own accord, taking him back downstairs and straight out the front doors, the cool night air hitting his face. He couldn’t go back and sit with everyone just yet.

A sharp smack echoed in the hallway. Gavin stumbled back from you, hands now cupping his cheek. Your nostrils flared in anger, hand stinging from the harsh slap that had been long overdue. 

“Don’t you ever think you can kiss me,” you seethed at your ex. “Ever again. You’re a sad, drunken loser, and I am so happy to be rid of you.” Gavin just whimpered and sniffled, still slightly in shock. “Now fuck off.” 

Pushing past him, you continued your journey to your room, making sure to lock the door behind you before searching for your emergency kit. You gave yourself a little time, one, to make sure Gavin had left the hallway, and two, to shake off your adrenaline. Tonight wasn’t a night for fighting with your ex, it was Olivia and Mike’s night, and you weren’t going to draw attention away if you didn’t have to. 

When you made your way back to dinner, glue in hand, Danny’s seat at the table was empty, and you looked at it puzzled.

“Where’s Danny?” you asked as you sat, holding out your hand for Olivia’s pump and trading her for a pair of flats you’d grabbed before leaving your room.. She smirked as she took the offered shoes and handed you hers. 

“Probably counting down the seconds until it doesn’t look like you two had a quickie.” she winked as you rolled your eyes. 

“I would have had to see him to have a quickie, Liv.” you laughed. “He’s probably in the bathroom.” 

“Suuuurre.” Olivia giggled, looking unconvinced as she took a sip of her champagne. You got to work gluing her heel back to her shoe, holding the pieces together tightly for a few minutes until Danny finally rejoined you at the table. 

“Hey,” you smiled at him, and he only returned it in a nod, barely a twitch of his lips. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion at his sudden mood change. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, just took a walk outside for a few minutes.” Danny answered, reaching over his plate for his glass of water. “Not feeling very well.” you frowned and pouted, your hands full as he picked up his fork, pushing his food around his plate a bit. 

After a bit, you were finally full, having fixed the shoe and let it set, and dug into your meal. Mike’s father stood up, clinging his glass with his fork and catching everyone's attention.

“I know tomorrow will be full of speeches so I’ll keep this brief.” he said, “Aside from a few less than ideal situations, this week has been a beautiful reflection of the love Michael and Olivia share with one another, and the love that they share with their closest friends. I’d like to raise a glass in a toast to that, what brought us here today, and keeps us going for all of our days; Love. To Love!” 

Everyone raised their champagne glasses up, repeating the sentiment before sipping the bubbly spirit. 

“To love,” Danny muttered to himself, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you giggled with Olivia over something. He clenched his jaw as he swallowed down the sweet liquid, the bubbles falling flat on his tongue. ‘More like heartbreak.’ he thought to himself. Having enough of the merriment in his state, Danny pushed back from the table, catching your attention.

“Everything okay babe?” Danny’s heart splintered at the pet name, something he once longed to hear from you know feeling hollow. Danny cleared his throat as he stood and nodded.

“Yeah, I think I’m just going to go and lay down,” he answered. 

“I’ll come with you,”

“No,” Danny stopped you from getting up from your seat. “You should stay, enjoy dessert. I’ll be fine.” you looked hurt, and that hurt Danny, but he couldn’t stand the thought of being alone with you right now. And that’s where he left you. He made his way back to your shared room, changing out of his clothes and into his pajamas before climbing into bed. It was too late to really call Sam, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to admit the embarrassment to him quite yet. Danny settled against his pillow, closing his eyes and trying his best to ignore the wafting scent of lavender coming from yours only a few inches over. All he had to do was make it through tomorrow, and it would be over. He’d wake up early, book a flight home after the reception, and spare any more awkwardness for both of you.

He just had to make it through the wedding.

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Fly High

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F!MC (Casey Valentine) 

Characters: Bryce Lahela, Casey Valentine and Teresa Martinez. 

Summary: The small moments with Mr.s Martinez were playing in their mind a year after the inevitable happens. 

TW: death. 

A/N: hi! I am sorta-back in the writing game? This idea has been living in my mind as OPH is coming. Its somewhat a tribute to Mrs. Martinez, and with a small touch of backstory between Bryce and Casey. I’m so sorry for not writing as much as I did before, uni is almost coming to an end for the 2nd semester which i am quite excited for. But, this story is dear to my heart. Idk why I love to write death, as i somewhat resonates it with life, but...this really is something I am very proud of. I like to dedicate this to those who wants to catch their dreams but, they couldn’t. Mrs. Martinez really gave us good advice, and...I’d like for it to stay in our minds. Also, I’m dedicating this to those who have leave a mark in my life. Its something that still blows me away everyday. Thank you, and enjoy! <3 

MY MASTERLIST

"I would take a 99% chance of dying over spending the next ten years in this hospital. To have even a 1% chance of exploring the world... of finally standing on the steps of Sacre-Coeur... I would give everything."—Mrs. Martinez.

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365 days ago. 

“Teresa Martinez were found dead at her hotel room in Buenos Aires.” was the topic in the hospital that day. The news of Mr.s Martinez leave the hospital devastated, as the world seems to stop for Casey. 

It doesn’t feel real. It’s not real, she is living her life happily in Paris...visiting the Sacre-Coeur. She can’t be...  

The thoughts were interrupted by the sound of ambulance coming in, a trauma case distracting her thoughts. She quickly joined in the other interns in the scene, but her mind falls onto Mr.s Martinez; the advice she left. A wisdom, as her passing is similar to a shooting star finally burns out. A light that has to be left behind. The days went by quicker, a trial, law-suit occurs in a blink of an eye. 

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PRESENT DAY 

It was a day of remembrance today, as Bryce and Casey make their way to the hospital in a slow pace. It was an emotional day for all of them, as all their memories were playing. All the laughter and joy, it was one of her favorite things about her. Her cheery persona was the heart of Edenbrook, and without her; a light has been burn, but a star has obtain someone special to keep on shining them from a far. 

Bryce was awfully quiet as well, as they walked down the road after spending their night together. Words were unspoken the night before, as the comfort was worth more than a sentence, a word and even a rhyme. 

Casey found herself to a stop, at the entrance. A distance away, trying to calmed herself down. He broke the silence by placing his hand on her cheek, caressing it with a small smile on his face.

‘You cam do this okay, we are all here for you.’ He said before pulling her into a kiss, as they melt into an embrace before going their separate ways. He stops in the mid of the hallway, his eyes fall onto her as they were met with a pair of emeralds that is already looking at him. 

They both resume their day, as the memories followed them throughout the hour. A reminder that she had left a mark to everyone in Edenbrook including one Casey Valentine and Bryce Lahela. 

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C A S E Y

The voices around her fades, as she sat on the empty bench, letting out a sigh as she was dismissed by Dr. Mirani upon her mistake today in the patient room. She remembers the embarrassment as the other interns let out a chuckle upon her mistake, moments before she was chewed. It was her second week as an intern, and she has made mistakes; what happened to her? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by someone occupying a seat the opposite of her. It was Mrs Martinez letting out a breath with her I.V stand on her side, looking at her with concern. She smiled upon her arrival as she remembers the events on their first meet which involves herself being lost in the hospital during her first day with Elijah. 

Weeks later, she became close to her as she learns upon her love towards travelling, visiting new places around the world; from the Bright Lights of Paris to the city of Madrid. And, the thought of the postcards hanging in her room bring joy to her, as a reminder of her own dream to be a doctor. 

“Casey dear, what’s with the long face?” She spoke, as Casey lets out a sigh.

“I just, I messed up again. It’s been a month, and I tend to get distracted with everything; friendships, the competition, dreading patients, and everything feels too overwhelming.” She burried her face in her hands, trying to hide her expression from the woman in front of her.

After a few moments of silence, she opened her eyes once more to be met with a concerned looking Mr.s Martinez. 

“Dear, you are not human if you never messed up. If I ever got a dollar for every time I took a wrong turn in life, I believe I can afford a mansion in the city of Stars.” 

Casey lets out a chuckle upon the mention of it, as the smile slowly appear on her face. 

“I think I’d be able to pay up my student loans that way.” 

There was a ripple of laughter between them, lighten up the mood releasing a knot on her shoulders that has been there for the day. 

“Indeed, but I saw you work that day; and I believe you are going places dear. You are unique, and the world is not ready to see the light in you dim. For the last decades of living, I made a huge mistake of not pursuing my dreams; and I don’t want to see you give up this dream Casey.” Her voice is demanding yet calm giving her a sense of hope. 

They were interrupted by Danny who is in the midst of a scavenger hunt for one Mr.s Martinez who apparently has left her room once again.

“There you are Mr.s Martinez, its time for your medicine once again.” Danny said as he smiles upon their interaction.

“I guess my time is up. I had fun chatting with you dear, I’ll see you soon.” Mr.s Martinez left with Danny leaving her alone with the wild thoughts once again. 

But, this moment; she received a sense of hope. Maybe it will be okay after all. 

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B R Y C E

The first day as a surgical intern at Edenbrook. He was finally a surgeon, all those years of bartending was worth it. His confidence somewhat pushed people away, as he shrugs the feeling off. He came here to be the best, and not to find friends. 

“Welcome interns. Today is the start of your careers as a surgical intern, and I am ecstatic for what all of you could bring to the table.” the Dr. Harper Emery exclaims happily, as she eyed the crowd of surgeons.

There was a round of applause, as the energy in the room was accumulated. 

“I will introduce you to Dr. Tanaka who is one of your surgical residents. He will be guiding you through this journey. Some of you will fall, quit, but some of you will rise and it will be worth it in the end.” 

After the introduction was done, the crowd was dismissed as the first rounds of the day begun for the surgical interns. 

His heart was filled with excitement, a new beginning. A new slate, and a new chance to not become known. That is the whole reason from the beginning. He is Bryce Lahela, a surgeon. Nothing else more. 

As the days go by, he has been able to witness the procedures that were taught during his years at medical school. His gaze was equivalent to one who looks at their favorite food which is filled with awed and joy. As someone who would fixed up the problems at home, surgery made him feel fulfill once again. It is giving him a purpose even after everything that has happened. 

“Dr Lahela, earth to Dr. Lahela.” A voice called for him brought him back from his subconscious. 

“Yes, I’m here.” He replied as the other interns were found laughing silently at the back.

“What is the first step to perform a  Laparoscopic appendectomy?’ Dr. Tanaka questioned him with Dr. Emery on his side observing. All of the eyes fall on him.

It was his moment to show that he is worth it today, and everyday for the rest of his life.

We will access the appendix through a few small incisions in the abdomen as a cannula which is a small, narrow tube  will then be inserted. It is used to inflate the abdomen with carbon dioxide gas which allows us to see the appendix more clearly...” He paused, as he took a deep breath before resuming his explanation. 

“Once the abdomen is inflated,  a laparoscope will be inserted through the incision. It is a long, thin tube with a high-intensity light and a high-resolution camera at the front which will display the images on a screen, allowing us to see inside of the abdomen and guide the instruments. When the appendix is found, it will be tied off with stiches and removed. The small incisions are then cleaned, closed, and dressed.” His final words fall as somehow equivalent to a mic-drop earning both smiles from the two doctors, as they resumed with rounds for the day. 

He took a minute to be proud of himself, as it is a reminder that he is here to stay. 

After rounds was over, he is officially a surgeon. He was assigned under Dr. Tanaka as he was his resident along with a few other interns. It was really happening, the suprised dream he had that was meant to be an escape; has came true today.

“Dr. Lahela, I would like you to scrub in with me to perform your very first appendectomy in the O.R” Dr. Tanaka said, as his smile was wide filled with joy which was taken away by the growling voices of the other interns behind him. 

He ignored them, as he started to scrub in. The looked that was dedicated to him was somewhat a deja vu moment, a moment where he was known as the son of a criminal. The hatred eyes that is coming to him, attacking him slowly as it was disguised by the confident exterior. 

He shake the thoughts away, getting himself prep in the O.R for his first surgery, but some demons never left as he tried his best. 

After they were dismissed, he took a turn to the cafeteria as a distraction. It wasn’t the best, maybe he hoped it would be like the movies; he would be the protagonist, the hero. Instead, it was the joker. 

He decides upon a snicker bar from one of the vending machines, as the line piled up. He took a seat at the edge of the room, with his pager present on the table. A breath was taken, calming the rage and expectations in him. 

The occupied thoughts were interrupter by a woman, looking at her once again with concern. 

“You should try this, it’s the cafeteria signature.” The voice was soft, comforting as she passed a pudding cup his way. Chocolate to be specific. 

“It’s just a pudding cup, mr.s” He chuckled upon the small cup, as Mr.s Martinez joined him on the empty seats. 

“It’s more than a pudding cup, it’s the cure of sadness actually.” She gestures upon him, as realization hits him.

“I didn’t hide it hard enough didn’t I?” 

She just shake his head, as he held the pudding cup in his hands. 

“You must be one of the new interns aren’t you, the outfit reminds me of a young Harper Emery during her own residency.” She gestures towards his green scrubs. 

“She was the legend, and you have seen her work here before??” His eyes shine upon the name.

“Son, I have been in this hospital for the last decade. I have known all the residents for some times now, there was a lot a person can go through for the last 10 years.” She stated as Bryce was filled with awe. 

“So, tell me what’s with the long face; I thought it was supposed to be an exciting start.”  

“I woke up today feeling on top of the world, but coming here feels like the past haunting me once again. The eyes, the look, and...it reminds me of something I always wanted to forget.” He lets out a small sigh upon the statement, it wasn’t the whole truth, but it feels go to have someone to listen. 

“The past, its always going to be there to haunt us. Sometimes, history repeats itself to prove how strong you are. You have been through a lot and you survived, you are a doctor today dear. This chance is bigger than any doubt, any pain, any memory that you have been through. I have seen the doctors here grow, some had left to pursue something easier, some even crack under the pressure, but some also thrive in excellence. Those people have fought to survive, and that’s what life is about dear. Fighting to survive, I am fighting too. It felt like a long journey for the past 10 years, but some adventures are worth to take to get to the final destination.” She ends the speech with a smile, as she left him with his thoughts once again. 

It feels like a fever-dream, but it is true. Maybe, he will make it after all with a pack of chocolate pudding by his side. 

Suddenly, his pager starts to beep. A new chance to start again, a new hope was in-stored. He took a final bite before leaving the room, feeling okay for the first time that day. 

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PRESENT DAY 

The day passes by quickly, as the reminders and memories kept on replaying in their minds. A sign from her, a message possibly, a lingering gift from the beyond. 

Casey met up with Bryce at the entrance, they have plans that evening. Both of them are already dressed in black which replaces the scrubs from the day; Luis invited them that day to pay their respects for Mrs. Martinez. The whole gang followed, as it is better to face the inevitable together- making it less scarier. 

The evening was peaceful, it was beautiful even. The leaves started to fall, its a start of a new season; some would say a new chapter. They met with Luis to pay their respects to the woman who had changed all of their lives, as they changed hers even for a moment. 

They paid their respects together, as Casey lets out of her silent wishes for Mrs. Martinez. It took a few moments before she was met with his comforting gaze once more, as she nods in completion.  Their reunion with Luis was a pleasant one, as he thanked them once more; despite everything. It echo’s in her mind, word-by-word. 

‘You give my mom her happiness, the one thing I couldn’t. I will never thank you enough for the little miracle that had happened. I was pissed when I found out, but...you manage to give her the signature Martinez’s smile once more. Thank you.’

Luis excused himself from the group, as they were pulled into a group hug. Mrs. Martinez gave each and everyone of them a purpose. Something that she couldn’t see before. 

After they bid their farewell,  Bryce and Casey walked hand-in-hand making their way back home as they talked about life, memories, and even happiness. It was a beautiful ending for their day, as the sunset was their backdrop, it was what life is all about. 

She finally started to live life, as he continues to pursue his dream. Maybe even found himself a new dream as well. 

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‘Life to one Teresa Martinez ; it was an unforgettable journey. She believed in the impossible, she took a risk that wasn’t mean to be taken by any other. She trusted me, and that was everything. But, the news - it was a tragedy. Death is a tragedy, as life was taken away from us. But, Teresa Martinez’s death reminds us of the dreams that we wanted to catch. The dreams that were left behind, the dreams that were abandoned in the dust. It was a dream that is worth following for, even if it ends upon your death bed. She believed in me during my dark times, and the reminder of one Teresa Martinez, is something we can’t turn back from. But, the advices and love she has left behind is a reminder that those who are gone...will always be with us, we can’t see them, but there are always there guiding us, cheering us on even after they have left us behind. Teresa Martinez lived a good life, and she will never be forgotten as she is flying high at somewhere better.’  

THE END. 

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[onelostgirl]

14. Just Me

Miya Atsumu x (f) smau

Y/N’s eyes shot back and forth like a pinball as she watched Cat talk to Osamu like they had been friends forever. She knew that Cat had introduced herself to him a few weeks back right around the time they had eaten at his restaurant with Tooru but she hadn’t expected them to be this chummy.

“It’s a bit weird ain’t it?” She heard a voice say as she looked over to the blonde man beside her.

They had just finished prepping the photo booth and way ahead of schedule thanks to the surprising entrance of the Miya twins, more than 5 hours earlier than their shift to be exact.

“Well I guess not considering how friendly Cat is, she seemed to get along with you too earlier.” Y/N replied as Atsumu glanced over to her shooting his signature smirk that Y/N had to mentally fight reacting to.

“Guess the ladies have a hard time fightin’ their inner desires when it comes ta me.”

Y/N scoffed then looked at the blonde setter, “Oh you were serious.”

“Yeh yeh play as hard as ya want ya know I’m right.” He said waving his hand in a casual gesture as Y/N laughed at him earning her a joking glare from the setter.

“So how’s my choco goin’?” He asked as Y/N head shot up, she had actually planned to get them when she went back home to change before the event.

“Don’t worry I bought you the cheapest but tastiest one.”

“Ay, that ain’t the deal.”

“Why would it matter anyway, you’re probably not even going to recognize mine anyway.” Y/N stated trying to brush off the feeling of annoyance at his desire for sweets when he would be knee deep in the by the end of the night.

“I’d know if it was from ya.”

Y/N glances slowly up to Atsumu who had an unexpectedly serious expression. They stated at eachother for what felt like forever though they didn’t really know what was happening between those unspoken moments but something was definitely happening.

“Hey Atsumu is it true that Osamu kicked your butt at field day every year in high school?”

Cat’s voice broke through whatever was happening as Y/N looked away quickly.

“Samu why ya lyin’ ya know I owned ya!” Atsumu shouted back making his way to the pair cleaning up a ways from them.

That just left Y/N to think about what had just happened and that those chocolate eyes she stared into was something deeper than she was ready to take on.

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“So is your brother single?” Cat threw out as Osamu was getting ready for his photo shoot shift.

He didn’t know that agreeing to this stupid thing for Tsumu would have brought him to the exact person he was thinking of. He was extremely surprised that the same girl he met knew his brother’s team manager.

He had yet to get her number as Atsumu was teasing him about since they got there and he recognized her. Introducing them went smoothly with a narrow escape of awkwardness thanks to his jamming an elbow into Atsumu’s ribs before he could say the milf comment he was biting back.

But what was with this sudden interest with his brother - she couldn’t be into him right?

“Don’t you think they make a cute couple?” Cat stared as Osamu’s thoughts were interrupted as he looked in the direction that she was talking about.

His eyes caught the scene that she was referring to as Atsumu said something that earned him a scolding smack over the head by Y/N. She looked like she was doing her best to be serious but at one word she laughed along with the blonde beside her.

He had to admit he hadn’t seen his brother genuinely enjoying himself off the court anyway. Not since everything that happened with Hayami.

He assumed the same could be said about Y/N because Cat seemed extremely interested in how they were interacting.

“Guessin’ she ain’t always like that.” He stated as Cat looked over to him, almost forgetting how attractive the man beside her was. But how she hadn’t felt that attraction to the twin beside her best friend.

“Y/N’s a lot of things and definitely someone who could benefit from taking it easy every now and then.” She responded as the dark haired twin smirked at her.

“That prob’ly makes two of ya.”

She looked at Osamu with a curious expression, “What do you mean?”

“Well ya know cuz’ yer a mom yerself?” He replied in a whisper that Cat could barely hear him.

“I’m a what?”

“...a mom.” He said again not sure if that was the best way to bring it up.

He really didn’t know how to address it but he felt that she should know he was interested in getting to know her regardless of the situation.

Osamu didn’t look at her just yet not sure what face she would make, maybe she would be offended or insulted he brought it up without her initiating that serious of a conversation.

“I’m a mom? Why in the world would you...” she replied as it dawned on her then that he had first saw her with Yuto. A young kid who she loved very dearly but was also not hers.

“But the kid..” Osamu began but was stopped by Cat’s hand moving up gesturing him to stop.

“He’s a relative of a very close friend of mine.” She explained but stopped there knowing it wasn’t her place to say who exactly he was especially when it was obvious that Y/N hadn’t mentioned anything to Atsumu.

“So yer not a mom then.”

“Not biologically, I have tons of kids though, I work at a daycare.”

“Yer a teacha?”

“Ding ding, looks like you’re not completely brainless then.”

Osamu shook his head how could he assume something like that and actually come out looking like he had the same intelligence as his brother.

“Well then how would ya feel ‘bout catchin’ a bite ta eat after all this?” He threw out not wanting to hold back any longer.

Cat looked up at him with a coy smile, “It’s about damn time you asked.”

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By the time Y/N saw him he was surrounded by a hoard of girls. Despite this seeming like Atsumu’s natural habitat, anyone could tell he was politely trying to tell them to fck off.

She assumed this was from the constant bad reputation and hate he gained whenever he was -well his true self out in public. Many people enjoyed his athleticism and definitely his looks, his nasty personality though, wasn’t a real crowd pleaser.

“Listen ladies, thanks fer the goodies but I gotta go, gettin’ back ta the booth.” Y/N heard him say as he quickly ducked out of the crowd and made a quick exit choosing a banner displaying an elderly couple celebrating 50 years of marriage.

From where she was standing, he looked really ridiculous and strangely cute attempting to hide until she arrived.

As confident as he was on the court it was refreshing to know he had moments like this too.

“You going to hide here all night or?” Y/N stated as she watched Atsumu’s shoulders jump up high and he quickly turned back to her.

“Don’t do that-ya scared the sht outta me.”

Y/N bit back a laugh seeing Atsumu’s look of displeasure complete with arms folded together in a pouting motion.

“Let’s just get something to eat before you start getting more grumpy.”

“If ya knew I’d be grumpy why’d ya make me wait so long.”

“Let’s go princess.” Y/N teased as Atsumu followed her his dragging feet showing his displeasure with her comment.

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“It can’t have been that bad!”

After getting something to eat, they had somehow spent sometime talking and were now discussing horrible Valentine stories. Atsumu had just finished telling her of when a girl who was crazy for Osamu had slapped him silly when she mistook him for his twin and wasn’t happy about him being on a date with another girl.

“Ya weren’t there Y/N, it was a nigh’mare, she was yellin’ at me even pulled the other chick’s hair. I would’ve laughed my ass off it wasn’t happenin’ ta me.” Atsumu added as Y/N began to laugh at the story and his over exaggerated gestures and expressions.

He really was a good story teller.

“I actually feel sorry for you-here you were trying to score one and something like that happened. Not sure if it’s rotten luck or bad karma.”

“Whaaa, I hav great karma!”

“Sure you do, especially for all those times you were beyond nasty about your serves.”

“That was high school.”

“You still do that!” Y/N teased as Atsumu turned to deny it but came up empty because she had a point.

“I ain’t that bad no more.”

“Haha, that sounds like something a kid would say.”

Atsumu turned to look at her, “Since ya think I’m actin’ like a kid, where’s mine?”

“You already have so many-why do you need this one too?”

“Because ya made it fer me.”

Y/N tried not to think of how his voice sounded when he said that but it was kind of difficult not to. She wanted to blame it on the fact that she hadn’t been on a date in years but maybe it was also because she was enjoying the attention Atsumu was giving to her.

Before spending time getting to know him, she just assumed he was a jerk but now she knew he was a jerk and so much more.

He made her laugh, like really laugh. Then there were times when his smile or even his stupid smirk or grin would tug lightly on her heartstrings. Or even the conversations that could be so random and average then suddenly deep and thoughtful.

So, she had made him chocolates, despite her better judgement, even when she was horrible at it and Yuto laughed at her attempts or spit out the really awful ones.

She pushed herself to make these chocolates because maybe she wanted to see wherever the heck this could go.

“I’ll wait all night if I gotta.” His statement rung through to her as Y/N looked up at him slightly glaring at him.

“If they don’t taste that good just- lie to me okay and say they were great.”

Y/N reached into her bag slowly pulling it out.

“I mean it, it’s probably really bad, and if it is don’t even eat them all, just throw it out.”

“Would ya just give ‘em here. Ya actin’ like I’m some nasty chef who’d spit it up on ya.”

Y/N reluctantly passed it to the blonde looking away trying to mask her embarrassment. Atsumu found this beyond amusing since she was acting like a real person and not just his manager or someone who’s job it was to care about him.

“Thank-” Atsumu began but a ringtone stopped him as he watched Y/N pull her phone out. He as about to say something when he saw her politely put up her hand gesturing for him to wait.

“Yes this is she...”

“...is everything okay?”

“...oh...no that’s fine, I’ll be right over.”

As quickly as the call came it ended as Y/N put her phone back into her bag. Atsumu was waiting for her to say something but from her distant eyes and silence he assumed it was personal.

“Er everythin’ alrifht Y/N?”

His question stayed in the air between them for longer than he expected it was like she hadn’t even heard him.

“Yo, Y/N ya good?” He asked again this time waving his hand in front of her face snapping her back to reality.

“Oh yeah, I just got to take care of something.”

Atsumu watched as she began walking rather quickly in the direction of their booth.

“Did somethin’ happen? Ya got to go somewhere?” He continued to ask as Y/N distracted responses began to unsettle his stomach for some reason.

“Yeah nothing so serious-just got to let everyone know I need to leave.”

“Oh well, did ya need a ride? I don’t mind takin’ ya.” Atsumu offered as Y/N stopped and looked up to him, her eyes somewhat guarded.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“...well maybe I wanna make sure yer good.” He replied as Y/N’s lips tightened as though she was thinking of what to say.

“I guess that would be nice.”

“Ya sure got a way with words.”

Y/N tried not to smile at his teasing tone but Atsumu caught it ever so slightly. She didn’t realize he too, had a small smile on his face.

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Bonus: Cat and Y/N’s outfits for the day (taken at the MSBY Valentines Booth)

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[norafike]

Despite all this, I still love you 2

Valentine was a decent town that Nora slowly grew to call home. She was used to the way of living in Blackwater, it being a little different to what the livestock town brought but she tried avoiding Blackwater the best she could. It brought bad memories her way, memories she wanted to forget.

...

She stood outside of Smithfield's Saloon, giving her horse an apple while waiting for Lem Fike who had requested them to meet outside of the establishment.

It was a while before he eventually did show up, giving her a sheepish look as he stepped closer. Nora only shook her head but waved at him regardless, shortening the distance by walking halfway to meet him.

"Mornin' Lemuel." She greeted, stopping just in front of him on the road when she felt as though they were close enough to talk.

"Mornin'." He smiled, leaning against the post that supported the balcony of the nearest building to them.

She stood just down on the steps, her hand on the gun belt. "Aunt Maggie requested me to speak with you regarding business."

"What exactly?"

"Jus' some things that need poisoning or blowing up."

"The usual then." She groaned, crossing her arms and moving to stand on the same level as Lem.

"I'll do it."

He opened his mouth to speak further but was cut short at the noise of windows shattering.

Curiously, he and Nora both looked in the direction to see a man wearing a tan jacket lying in the mud of the street. A crowd slowly began gathering around just as the tough man exits the saloon, resuming what looked to have been a fight that started inside.

"Is that Tommy?" Nora asked although it didn't need answering for it was clear from the chants and the burly appearance exactly who this was.

"Who's that f-fella on the ground?"

She shrugged. "Don't think I've ever seen him before. Must be new in town."

"Already startin' fights too."

She nodded, walking with Lem to get closer to the action in order to watch how this fight would play out.

While Tommy and this stranger continued fighting, three new men emerged from inside, faces covered in bruises especially one in particular who appeared to be more beaten up than the others.

These individuals cheered on "Arthur" repeatedly and so Nora could only assume that this was who Tommy had been fighting. She stood amused and surprised when Tommy was left in the mud, having to be saved by Thomas Downes who pleaded with 'Arthur' to leave him be.

She watched the crowd disperse and soon this well-dressed individual began talking with him, accompanied by a face she recognised all too well.

"Shit." She cursed, quickly taking Lem by the hand to drag him inside the nearest building to them.

"What?" He was startled but laughed it off regardless, watching as she walked up towards the window to watch their interaction from inside.

"That English man... I know him."

"Who is he?"

"Josiah Trelawny, a magician and a conman at that. A pretty damn good one."

Lem nodded from behind which she wouldn't have been able to have seen, watching warily as watched the strange group interact with one another.

"I'm going to see if I can hear a thing they're saying." She said before leaving the building. He watched through the windows as she moved to stand not too far away from them, lighting a cigarette so it looked as though she had only come outside for a smoke which would have been strange regardless.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched them, hearing them talk of Blackwater and how it was far too dangerous for them to return there but they would have had to for they had left a friend in the company of Bounty Hunters. These people looked mean, so she hoped that none of these Bounty Hunters were her brothers.

Trelawny looked up, noticing the female and gave her a subtle wink that went unnoticed by them but she spotted it.

While inside, Lem had taken to order himself a shot of whiskey at the bar while he waited for Nora to come back. He thought of how strange the breaking of the window had been as Nora didn't act up as she usually would, perhaps it had been too loud or something.

He shook his head, nursing the glass in his hand as he waited for Nora's return.

Eventually, she did come back in, rather rushed in her footsteps as she made way to join him at the bar.

"Where is it Maggie wants me to go?" She asked, ordering herself a drink too.

"I'd rather d-discuss outside where nobody can eavesdrop, you understand."

"Of course."

He gave her a gentle nod, finishing the last of the drink and pushing away from the counter to leave, before doing so he turned towards her. "I'll meet you at Six Point Cabin tomorrow mornin', it's secluded enough."

"See you there."

~

Six-point cabin wasn't so far from Valentine, of course, it being in the neighbouring region of Cumberland Forest.

She sat on the hill a little distance away from the cabin itself, binoculars in hand as she spied on the new inhabitants from afar. A nasty group of individuals she failed in recognising.

They all appeared drunk, singing and laughing around the fire and failing to take notice towards the sounds of hooves not so far from where they rested.

She gave a low whistle as she watched the drunkards, waiting for her own company to arrive even though he had yet to show.

It was verging on noon by the time Lem did arrive, cursing under his breath as he began a gentle jog to join Nora as she sat leaning against a small hill with a journal in hand she began to scribble in.

He gave her an apologetic look, muttering more words and a small 'sorry'. He was about to walk and stand on top of the only cover Nora hid behind before the smaller female pulled him down by his vest, causing him to land on the floor in a not so easy thud.

"Ow."

She rolled her eyes, walking over to lend him a hand and pull him onto his feet. "There's people over there, nasty lookin' bunch an' I dread to think what they may have done havin' seen you." She explained as she helped him up, brushing off any dust that became unsettled and stuck to his clothes during his fall.

"Shouldn't we j-j-just leave 'em then?"

"I was thinkin' we could, but I'm kinda curious to see what they're up too. Ya know?"

"I do know."

She narrowed her eyes slightly as if it were to help improve how she saw the mysterious group of individuals but the sound of hooves coming up behind them became a distraction.

"I wouldn't move if I were you." One of them muttered, pointing a revolver at the pair as he dismounted and stepped closer. Nora got a good enough look at him, recognising him as Arthur from Valentine- the same fella who ended up in a fight with Tommy.

She let out a quiet sigh, raising her hands in the air.

"The hell are you two?" He asked, his footsteps heavy on the ground.

His companions kept back, watching the entire ordeal with a smug look but one who instead appeared to be far more terrified.

"Just some passersby's, friend. That's all."

"There a reason you're up here?"

She shrugged. "Were meant to be discussing business but it appears that some other fellas got here before us, we were just watchin' from a distance. No harm in that is there?"

'Arthur' still looked suspicious of them both but holstered his weapon regardless, crossing the space so he had now stood closer to them.

He said nothing, rather reached forward to remove the revolver from Nora's holster. He looked at the weapon and smiled, its metal being something he hadn't seen on a gun before. "Nice gun you got 'ere."

"Was a gift from my friend." She replied, waving her head towards Lem.

He nodded.

"We saw you an' your other friend in Valentine yesterday. Pickin' fights with Tommy weren't you?"

"Weren't me."

"After that you spoke with Trelawny." She added. "Josiah Trelawny. Englishman."

This caught his interest. 'Arthur' raised his brow towards her, lowering her own weapon that he had previously aimed at her. "You know Trelawny?"

"Did a few jobs for him last year, decent man, so to speak. Does enjoy talkin' a lot." This earned her a chuckle from the male.

"So you ain't with them O'Driscoll's?"

She furrowed her brows before turning briefly to look behind at the drunks. Three slowly stepped closer, talking in Irish accents and wearing the classic colour of green that distinguished them from any other gang in the area.

"Shitting hell." She mumbled, facing him once again. "No, we ain't with them bastards, didn't even realise they were here."

"Well ain't that good news for you." He muttered, all while keeping an eye on the three that arrived. They still hadn't noticed them all standing there but it was a matter of time.

"Look mister, we ain't gonna do no harm as I said, we were just passin' by."

He opened his mouth to reply to her statement but unfortunately for them, the O'Driscoll's had spotted them in the clearing and began to shoot, their bullets missing in their drunken state but it meant that they would be joined by their other company soon.

Nora startled more with the sudden gunfire, falling to the ground to shield herself from the gunfight as it ensued. 'Arthur' still had her gun on him so she remained unarmed and unable to fight against them, but the louder the shots got the more frightened she became.

There were so many and it brought back that night with the Revenue Agents, nothing good.

She saw the fire growing in her mind, telling her it wasn't safe but she felt convinced otherwise. No matter what she tried she felt rooted to the spot and unable to move.

She heard the screams of agents on fire, the burns against her skin and the exhaustion claw at her and she failed to notice how these individuals had taken care of the other O'Driscoll's for her, instead they now looked at her in mixed concern and confusion.

'Arthur' turned to face his friends, handing over Nora's revolver to the male with scars on his face that appeared to be fresh. "I'm goin' to look for Colm in that cabin, s'pose you should make sure she's okay an' Bill, mind lootin' the bodies?"

'Bill' rolled his eyes but followed regardless.

The man with the scars on his face stepped forward, passing the revolver towards Lem. He kept his arm extended forward, this awkward look on his face as he waited for a handshake.

Hesitantly, Lem took hold and shook it. "Lemuel Fike." He introduced and the individual answered back with, "John Marston."

Lem noticed the odd glare John had given Nora at her change in behaviour and how he looked to be almost ashamed of standing next to her. He was so caught up with staring at Nora that he failed in watching the fella brought along with them and how he ran off after 'Arthur' and Bill towards the cabin. Lem was just about to offer his best explanation regarding Nora's behaviour but was cut short with the sound of a gunshot coming from Six-point Cabin which, in theory, there shouldn't have been.

John turned around, noticing the missing companion and quickly cursed before running off towards the others.

By now she was bag up on her feet and running over to join them with Lem not too far behind to investigate what had been happening, greeted by 'Arthur' pointing the gun at the other man and accusing him of setting them up.

He was quick in his defence, stuttering his words as he responded. "I wouldn't have saved your life mister if I had been."

Bill did nod with this and had taken his side and it was the first time that Lem and Nora had heard Arthur use a name in regards of the last nameless individual. Rather, it had not been a name and a nickname that turned Nora's face sour. "O'Driscoll" had been used which was not anything to be taken proudly.

"Get outta here!" Arthur called after him, but the 'O'Driscoll' did not like that.

"Sendin' me away is just the same as killin' me, no I'm one of you guys now." He replied.

Bill placed his hand on Arthur's shoulder. "He did save your life."

Not pleased with hearing any of it, Arthur simply rolled his eyes. Turning to leave as he whistled for his horse.

But the O'Driscoll mentioned money from inside which had piqued their interest. He was ready to run in and grab it but had been stopped before being sent away with the others.

From where they stood, at the end of the house and against the corner, Nora and Lem were able to see Arthur's posse leave him behind as he entered the building to investigate the promise of cash being made.

"How are you feelin'?" Arthur asked Nora in particular just as soon as he emerged from inside, carrying with him a double-barreled shotgun he picked up.

"I'm fine. Ignore me when I get like that, ain't good for nobody if they don't focus on themselves."

Lem looked displeased with her comment and only shook his head in a matter to express just how displeased he had gotten with the statement made.

"May I ask you somethin', mister?"

"Morgan, Arthur Morgan." He officially introduced. "You may ask."

"What were you talkin' with Trelawny about yesterday?"

"A friend of ours had been caught by bounty hunters. Nasty business."

"Sean MacGuire perhaps?"

He let out a small chuckle but nodded regardless. "How did you figure that much out?"

"I heard the mention of Sean an' you're a funny lookin' group, which he would mention occasionally last year. could've said no an' I would have left you to it."

He nodded. "I take it you knew him too?"

"Did the occasional job, yes."

"Anybody else you work for we may know?"

"I doubt it. I only really did work for Sean, Trelawny an' a married couple up in the mountains. The Adlers, who I don't think you'd know."

His face dropped at their mention. "Maybe you do know 'em." She mumbled, but by his expression it couldn't have been anything good.

"We know Mrs. Adler. Picked her up and took her in while we were up there. O'Driscoll's got to her husband, unfortunately."

Nora shook her head, reaching into her satchel to pull out an old brooch on her. "I was meant to be travelling up there soon to give this to Sadie, she mentioned having lost one of her own. I doubt it'll mean much now but if you could give this to her I'd be real appreciative."

Arthur took the object from her hand and nodded as he tucked it away neatly in his satchel. "I will, Miss."

"Nora Morgan."

He chuckled at the shared surname before leaving them be, she watched as he rode off through the trees before disappearing.

After a moment of silence, her friend cleared his throat. With her attention grabbed, Nora turned to look at Lem.

"Suppose we should head out of here before someone gets the wrong idea, that an' we got the task for Aunt Maggie we need to do."

"With all this excitement I forgot about Maggie's errand. What was it she needed us to do again?"

"Poison some stills really. I'll jus' say we took care of it. I've had enough fun for a day."

She chuckled. "Alright, Lemuel."

He rolled his eyes, whistling for his own stallion just as Nora called for her own.

"I'll see you later, for now, I got a few errands of my own to run."

She managed to crack a small smile, waving goodbye at Lem just before adding, "See ya."

[nomadmilk]

Why the God Isn’t Bored on Midgard - Loki x F!Reader Drabble - 6

Summary: With Ragnarok decimating Asgard, Thor and Loki and their people return to Earth searching for refuge. Everyone else has seemed to settle, except for Loki - the God of Mischief and Chaos - who isn’t willing to live the domesticated Midgard life, and getting utterly bored out of his mind... Until he discovered you.

Word Count: 2.6K 

Warnings: Rated M/18+. Loki being possessive. Foreplay and teasing the reader. Light smut. Intruding ex.

Author’s Note: Happy Belated Valentine’s Day! :D If you have just stumbled across this one, I do recommend reading the previous parts before going onto this. I hope this is okay! Enjoy :D

Here are the other parts to the series: Part 1     Part 2 Part 3     Part 4 Part 5     Part 6 Part 7     Part 8 (First Half)     Part 8.5 (Second Half) Part 9

Leaning behind the door, your head pokes out to see Thor. You greet him with an awkward grin, and he returns it with a raise of a gold brow. You open the door wider to Loki.

“Hello, brother.” His eyes narrow inquisitively. “You seem sulkier than usual.”

You clap your hands together, heels on and bag already around your shoulder. “Stark Tower?” You stride through the door, and past Thor, assuming that he had brought a ride to get there.

Thor was never one to shy away from confrontation and blundering situations, or even acknowledge events as such. But, as Loki shifted his collar, the soft click of the door made their eyes come into contact with each other. And Loki could see it; that knowing look that Thor seems to be getting every time he understood anything out of the ordinary.

Which was very rare, as a matter of fact. But nowadays, with you around, it wasn’t much so.

“Anything to say, young brother?”

“No.” Loki walks past him, treading down the stairs of the building.

The elder brother follows behind. “Are the both of you okay? There seems to be some tension.“

“As far as I know, we’re the same as we’ve ever been.”

Loki let the sound of their footsteps fill the gap within their conversation as they got into the car. You were already seated beside the taxi driver, which left Loki and Thor at the back of the vehicle. He sees you interact with the driver; it was light small talk, with nothing grounding the chat besides some laughs and giggles.

Loki stares straight in front of him. “So, what’s Stark’s jubilation this time?”

Thor cracks a smile. “The Asgardians have found a new home. They are all settled and happy on Earth. Stark thought it would be good to celebrate it, is all.”

It had been a loss since Ragnarök had struck upon Asgard. So, in the back of his mind, Loki was glad for his people surviving and being content with the chance to start anew in an environment that welcomes them.

However, the rest of his mind was occupied bitterly with your rejection of him.

“You couldn’t get us anything more extravagant for our entrance?” Loki felt in distaste of Thor’s decision of a cab.

Truly, he was hiding his spite, and transferring it to what he did best; being petty with his brother.

“You wanted to ride on some Pegasus?” Thor questions, the rhetoric tone resounding.

“Maybe something a little less cramped.” Loki attempts to stretch his legs but is locked within the space available.

A phone rings. Realising it’s yours, you answer it.

“Do you want to tell me what’s really going on?” Thor asks in a low voice. “Y/N is acting stranger than usual.”

The brothers hear you huff, seeing you stuff your phone back in your bag. It rings again, and you answer it once more. “What?”

“That doesn’t sound so good.” Thor whispers again.

Loki breathes. “Why is it any of your concern?”

“Because it seems to me that you made it yours.”

As the car stops, you handed the fare to the driver, and exit the car. You are met by a couple of security guards, and some people with suits and lanyards.

Although, you thought it pointless to have guards, when one can shoot lightning from his hands and the other was capable of almost beginning an extra-terrestrial war.

They escorted you through; Thor and Loki walk side by side, with you hanging back a little. It’s been a while since you’ve been to an office building. But it was nothing like the beige walls and old red carpets that you were used to; crystal clear floors where every clip of your heel felt like it was being cleaned itself, wide monitors displaying the Stark brand and snippets of their projects, and the high glass ceilings made you wonder at the evening stars just a little a longer.

You keep up with their strides towards the elevator, your attention lost to the surroundings; some plants even catch your eye.

“Lady Y/N.” Thor clears his throat.

You turn to him; everyone is waiting for you inside the elevator.

You scuttle in with them. “You don’t have to call me a Lady…”

The elevator doors slid shut, the room rising to an eventual jingle. The doors reopened, revealing a cast of faces and names, chatting and drinking and laughing. You freeze, but you feel Thor’s pair of hands pat you on the shoulders to encourage you to move forward. With a set of nerves, you do so.

You’ve been to parties before, but it was always at a friend’s house, or a small bar hired for the night. Usually there wouldn’t be much talking, and instead a lot of shouting because the music was too loud. Drinks would be in plastic cups, and if glass was ever offered there was a possibility of someone smashing them by accident…

But, no. The room was a large rooftop penthouse, martini glasses and wine glasses were in everyone’s hands, and the only music that filled the room was turned to a low volume. It wasn’t even anything with a heavy beat… It was jazz.

You’ve heard of Tony’s Stark’s parties, usually from gossip media… So, it seemed too surreal in being in one.

The night wasn’t as bad as you thought it was. It was true; everyone knew each other besides you. However, it didn’t stop anyone from approaching you.

“Wanna’ game of pool- Uh, sorry, what’s your name? Y/N, was it?...”

“Oh, hey, Y/N, it’s nice to meet you…”

“Would you like another drink, Lady Y/N?...?”

It might have been the alcohol talking, but you felt comfortable socialising and meeting new people this way.

As for Loki, being back at the Avengers compound was surprisingly bearable. He was welcomed by a few people at the party. Although, despite this, he did still receive the ever-expected glares. But he didn’t mind; flattery and attention comes in all forms.

But there was one person who hadn’t addressed his presence for the entire evening.

Loki stood beside the bar, passively listening to Thor as he spoke of his recent mishaps on Earth with Bruce Banner. Along the bar and past the two of them, he could see you smiling up at the people around you.

He saw you walk across the floor, joining in with a game of pool. Loki’s thumb presses tense against his wine glass as you exchange greetings with Steve, and even more so as James Barnes slides a hand around your back for an embrace, and Loki couldn’t scrape the feeling of being a little slightly unhinged of it all.

He sees you take hold of the pool cue, bending over to line up a shot. But in doing so, you make eye contact with him, locking into his eyes for a mere second. Your mouth parts slightly before gulping and blinking away. You take a shot on the table before you and pool balls split in all directions. He watches you straighten your posture, and pass the pool cue to someone else with diffidence.

You use your hands to feel the sides of your dress, to see if it could calm you down. You were feeling Loki’s gaze constantly. You could tell he was still pent up from his kiss with you. And you, with unashamed guilt, felt ripples of excitement when you recalled the events.

As he surveys you and your form, a rosy glow forms on your cheeks.

He smirks a little, taking another sip of his wine.

“I will make you regret it.”

He sees your mind wonder and suppresses a laugh when he sees you abruptly bump into Steve.

There was a radiating glow from within you; it had only been a few hours or so ago that you had been in his grasp. Loki could still smell the scent of your perfume… And he could still remember your sighs, and his name spilling from your lips…

Loki shifts. No mortal, no being, has ever made him like this. Was he vulnerable? Had he lost all self-control? He’s had lovers, but he’s never needed to chase one.

Your phone rings again, and you answer it once more.

His eyes follow you, seeing your expression morph into anger as you spoke into the phone. You put it away again, beginning to leaving the room. You looked… Sad.

He places his drink down on the nearest surface, his feet taking him, and leaving the room after you. He trails you down the hallway and into another room, and it wasn’t until the sound of the chatter dissipated that you heard the familiar clips of his shoes.

You halt and pivot to him. “Loki, if you’re going to enact revenge on me for not-… For not wanting to go further, I’m sorry. This isn’t-… I wanted-…” You weren’t quite sure what to say.

You sat down on a chair, a hand wiping your forehead.

He places his hands in his pockets. “You seem conflicted.”

“My ex has been calling me. I don’t know why. I don’t know why he’s calling now-“

“What do you mean?” He saunters to you.

“He wants to get back together.”

“And do you?”

“No.”

“Then tell him.”

“I-“ You take your phone out; a few messages and some miscalls are notified on the screen. You stand, placing a steady hand on the table next to you. You lean on the ledge, feeling the alcohol a little. Your thumb scrolls and taps on his number.

He stands in front of you. “Are you calling him?”

“Yes,” You sigh, nerves building as the phone is to your ear, “I’m telling him.”

As you wait for your ex to answer, his piercing eyes catch onto yours, and a word gets caught in your throat.

You hear the jingle stop in your ear to a voice.

Loki’s hands are drawn to your waist, his eyes roam. The entire action makes your mind scramble, and your stomach knot. With a light tug, you take a small step closer to him without thinking.

“Are you going to say something?” Loki says, looking at your supple lips.

“H-hi.” You blurt into the phone. “I-I don’t want to get back with you…”

Your ex says something in protest, but you were having trouble listening as Loki began to slowly raise your dress. And you could feel your heart pulse as he continues to bare your lower body. A thin lace covers you.

He glances at you, giving you an expression that encouraged you to continue your conversation.

“…Y-you’re right…” You resume. “We’re not really suited for each other…”

His thumb presses against your skin to hook the fabric, opening it slightly. He pulls on it, the slight friction makes your muscles tense, the feeling of intimacy a growing urge. Loki settles himself close to the side of you, and you take a sharp inhale as his hand slides beneath the cloth

“… I-I think – uh – I’ve been enjoying my life without you…”

His palm feels your skin, and his middle finger finds your bud. He explores further down; he finds your folds, and a slim line of wetness urging to spill.

“I’ve- I don’t- I don’t think it’s for the best…”

His lips couldn’t help but pull into a dark grin as a slender finger slips a little too easily between them. He groans, his chest rumbles through you, pleased with the state of your pussy. Your own lungs withhold you from breathing properly, causing you to pant as a single digit fills you.

Your free hand clenches on his sleeve.

He chuckles darkly. Were you this wet for him?

“… N-nothing! I’m-I’m just busy…”

The ex rambles on, and the fact that he’s so persistent irks Loki a little. That only motivates him more.

“… Y-you need to stop calling me…”

Your face heats as his finger pulls out, his finger covered in your juices from one push, pausing only to slip and fill you completely with two digits. You tighten around him, encompassing his fingers. He takes a moment in your warmth, savouring how you mould around him, the squeezes ingraining in his mind, and heightening his anticipation for something more. He starts to draw out, and then back in, and gets into a slow repetitive rhythm. It makes your toes curl, and you have to bit your lip from accidentally moaning into the phone.

“… I’m – ah – I’m…”

“If you end the call,” Loki presses his tender lips onto your ears, “you end the fun.”

You can feel his hot breath against your neck, as his fingers pump at a faster pace. You can feel him reach to the deepest end of you.

“… I-I think it’s best we-… Ah…”

His thumb lightly brushes your clit, and he feels your walls clasp taut around his fingers.

“… Ah… That we don’t speak- we shouldn’t speak to each other…”

Your thighs cross together. It only makes you feel more.

“We shouldn’t speak to each other anymore.”

You drop the phone. Your jaw slacks as he continuously rubs a spot that seems to render your body numb to everything else besides its bliss. You could feel a pressure build; the more it grew, the more your need to be sated it grew.

The feel of his cock bearing to keep itself in his trousers was painful, but Loki wanted to savour this moment. Your legs were quivering, your face was contorted with need and delectation. Your free hand flung to clinch to his blazer collar.

He wanted to pay the utmost attention to what it was like to make you undone.

“Loki, I- ah…” You were coming close. “Why-… Fuck…”

He snakes an arm behind your back restricting any further movement. It makes you whimper slightly; the sense of restraint was making you hot. You dared not moan as you hid your face into his neck, biting the skin.

He growls.

“Do you want to cum, my pet?” He challenges, his voice primal and demanding.

“Yes.” You sigh. “I’m-I’m so close… It feels so good…”

His fingers curl inside of you, continuously beckoning all the ecstasy to be released. All bordered on the edge, he massages your clit.

“Then cum for me.”

His name falls brazen from your throat. Euphoria convulsing your walls as you reached orgasm. It knocked the air out of your lungs and made your muscles slump. You swore your heart was ready to beat itself out of your ribs as you let yourself lean against him.

A last whimper leaves your lips as his fingers slip out of your pleasured walls. He chuckles under his breath as you continue to shudder from his touch. It overwhelms you as to how much pleasure he could give you. If this is what he could do with just his hands…

Loki clenches his jaw momentarily. He steps back, tasting you from the two fingers he had just played with, allured by its scent.

“Was-…” You try to appear confident and relaxed. “Was that your revenge on me rejecting you?”

“No, my darling.” He responds, the pet name mocking you and making you melt at the same time. “I’m just giving you what you deserve.”

He doesn’t even need to check himself; his hardness had dissipated in replacement of triumph. It’s like nothing happened. And, he had his well-trained composure to give credit for.

He leaves you in the room, his footsteps fading in the hallway.

You were pissed off; you needed more than minute to be able to walk.

[imaginexmeintheuniverse]

Sparks Will Fly

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1, 793

A/N: better late than never on this hiatus of sorts i suppose but I've been dragged way back into the hp groove so maybe I'll start writing for that fandom too??? Anyways here's some Fred love for Valentine's day~

You and Fred Weasley have been each other's backup Valentines for as long as you can remember. From when you were kids and gave each other cute cards with animated drawings.

You say backup Valentine, yet you actually did end up being together and going out on what you both assumed to be a purely platonic Valentine's day date every year. There were a few years, here and there, where either you or him thought you might have spent it with someone else, but you always ended up cozied on the couch together, sharing an assortment of sweets by the end of the night— always involving a dozen chocolate frogs that he buys you because they're your favorite.

This year, however, things seem to be different.

♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡

"Sorry to leave you all alone this year, love," Fred tells you, leaning onto you as you try to complete your homework— key word 'try' because having your best friend who is significantly bigger than you shifting all his weight onto you males it a lot more difficult to write. "But I've got a very special girl I need to impress."

"That's all right," you reassure him, looking up from your page. It'll probably end up like it does every year anyways... right?

"Don't be missing me too much, I don't want you to be lonely—"

"I think I'll be able to manage just fine," you chuckle, turning back to your potions assignment. "Who knows? Maybe I'll find my own date."

"Oh, but you couldn't replace me," he says in a sing-song voice as he lays his head in your lap, rending it completely impossible to continue writing.

"Don't get cocky, Weasley," you scoot over a smidge so that his head drops, but is still next to your leg as you carry on. "So, who is it?"

"Oh, I can't tell you that, love, it would ruin the surprise."

"What? You're ditching me on Valentine's day, and I'm not even allowed to know who for?" You drop your quill and look at him incredulously. He tells you everything, what makes this so different?

"That's right, you'll just have to wait and see like everyone else," he smiles, standing from the couch. "I will say this: sparks will fly."

♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡

The eve of Valentine rolls around, and you realize that you had barely spent any time with your best friend all week. All the time you would usually spend together— which is pretty much always— has nearly halved from all of his running around and scheming to 'woo' this mysterious girl for the 14th day of the month.

He shovels his food down even quicker than usual, it comes as a shock to you that he hasn't bloody choked, and then he prepares a hasty departure.

"Hey! Where are you going?" You catch him by the wrist before he dashes off.

"I've got romance to brew!" He flashes you an impish smile and turns to leave again, only to have you pull him back again.

"I certainly hope that doesn't mean you're going to stoop so low as concocting a love potion just to get a girl to like you—"

"Of course not, it's a figure of speech," he places his free hand over his chest in mock-hurt. "Y/N, I hope you don't think that low of me; my devastatingly handsome looks are more than enough for the ladies to handle. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to some fire— err things to smuggle— I mean prepare."

"Wow, you're really pulling out all the stops," you settle back in your seat, releasing your grip. "Must be some special girl."

"Yeah, she really is," a daze settled over his voice and his features became entranced with a goofy grin. Now it hits you: this was going to be your first Valentine's day without Fred, and he was going to spend it with a girl he was clearly head-over-heels for.

"Well, best of luck," you offer him the most supportive smile you can muster before he runs out of the grand hall.

Your gaze unconsciously follows his figure and stays there even after he's out of sight, your meal and the rest of the world temporarily forgotten.

"You know," George drawls, observing the scene from the other side of the table. He has, without a doubt, been analyzing the whole interaction.

"What is it Georgie?" You roll your eyes playfully, already expecting a teasing remark.

"If I didn't know any better, Y/N, I'd say that you’re jealous of this girl."

"Yeah right," you dismiss him whilst trying to maintain the lie you're obviously telling yourself, which is that this doesn't affect you at all. You're trying to ignore the pang of envy clouding your heart, thinking about who this girl could possibly be.

George lets out a snort, indicating he doesn't believe a word you said, because other than Fred, he knows you better than anyone. Your expression must have betrayed you because he's reading you like an open book.

"I wouldn't worry too much about that other girl, though," he shoots you a knowing grin.

♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡

Today is the day. Which day exactly? Right, the one where you find out which lucky girl has stolen your best friend's heart whilst you watch from the corner of a room as he proclaims his love with a grand gesture.

Speak of the red-headed devil, you haven't seen him all day; he wasn't there at breakfast, and he wasn't in the class you shared either— the latter of which was more common for him to skip. You haven't seen Fred Weasley all day, and now even as you sit across the lunch table from his twin brother, he is nowhere to be found.

"Where is he?" George merely answers you with a shrug, even though he obviously knows something you don't, but before you can interrogate him, the entire hall erupts in a chorus of oohs, ahs, and intrigued students looking all around the room.

Allowing your eyes to wander the room as well, you also find yourself watching the scene before you in awe, even though you've grown up in a world of magic. Rose petals are strewn all over the floor, bushels of your favorite flower have appeared as center pieces on the tables, and the floating candles are burning a soft pink hue and have started to move around, presumably into some sort of formation. Just when you've taken everything in, you're taken by surprise again, this time by fireworks. They explode in hearts, all timed like a symphony that carries the same melody as your favorite song, and then fizzle out in colors you've never even imagined.

Returning your focus back to the candles, you see that they've taken the shape of a massive heart and letters inside— your initials.

"What the..."

"Y/N?" Your ears perk up at the sound of a familiar voice and you whirl around to see none other than Fred Weasley.

"F-Fred—" He stands no more than a step away, grinning down at you with the widest smile you've ever seen. "Wh-what are you doing- what's going on?"

"Y/N," he speaks your name with such certainty, like it's the most wonderful combination of syllables that was created just for him. You're already reeling from the shock and seemingly the only person who still doesn't know what the hell is going on— and then he gets down on one knee. He holds up a chocolate frog box up to you with his left hand and holds his wand up in the other. With one swift flick, golden sparks light up the air above his head, forming the words 'will you be my Valentine' as he looks at you with his bright doe eyes. "Please?"

You honestly have no words. All you can do is break out into a smile, and throw your arms around him, nearly knocking him to the ground. He hugs you back tightly, securing you to him with an arm around your waist as he stands. Setting you back on your feet, he doesn't let go as he asks, "Shall I take that as a yes?"

Again, you don't answer him, instead tightening your arms around his neck and pushing yourself up to capture his lips. You think you might hear a few whoops and cheers around you, but you're too engrossed in the moment to fully register.

The domineering narrative on this moment is that it's been a long time coming. If you weren't so busy enjoying the moment, you'd probably be kicking yourself for waiting so long.

When you break apart, you don't let go of each other and he's got the goofiest love-struck grin you've ever seen.

"Although I'm glad at how well this all turned out, I think the chocolate frog may have escaped when you—"

"Mr. Weasley!" Professor Snape calls out as he approaches the pair of you. "To Professor Mcgonagall's office at once for this ridiculous display! I'll let her deal with you accordingly." He always did know how to ruin the fun.

♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡ • ♡

You wait outside the head of Gryffindor's office for Fred to come out and when he does, you worry he might be bringing bad news by the look on his face.

"Snape's taken quite a few house points, the sour old man," he pouts, looking a little defeated, but then a corner of his mouth quirks up. "But good ol' Mcgonagall seems to have a soft spot for grand gestures dedicated to her favourite student."

Smiling, you take his hands and lace your fingers through his. "You know, if you wanted me to be yours, you could have just asked," you giggle, pressing a feathery kiss to his cheek. "You didn't have to go through all this trouble for me."

He gives you a weird look for a moment, as though you describing his grand gesture as 'trouble' he went through for you is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard.

"You are well worth it— in fact, I went fairly tame this year, watch out for next year, you're going get the full Weasley love experience!" You really can't tell if he's joking or not, but you're too happy to care.

"So there's going to be a next year?"

"Of course," he chuckles, bringing up a hand to either side of your face. "If you'll be mine...?"

Now it's your turn to look at him like he's being ridiculous— which he is, because he should know by now that, "I always have been."

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@xinxiins - shīyì gets a new follower starter !

this was a quiet place, distant and separate from the din of the city. an apartment set about the edges of the city that felt like the centre of the world - preferring the seclusion, given her own nature, her own necessity when it'd come to needing to avoid the horrors of the what had happened, there. smoking off of her balcony, watching the city lights from afar with a distant expression on her face, UNCARING and lost within her own thoughts. this life of being on the run, it wasn't nearly as rushed as one might expect. her debt still piles up. but she, really, is nowhere near it all.

but it did mean that her day to day was far more DULL than she was accustomed to. no more running, no more guns... well. maybe a few guns. but it meant that she was recast in yet another new role, the quiet neighbour, unproblematic. escaping from what felt like an impossible void of debt and the disappointing, bitter end of what had been her once found family. something stirring within her, wondering if this quiet life was for her - having made a run to this place to fade away, as she licked her proverbial wounds, to figure out her next steps though… it was harder to imagine what she wanted when surrounded by such dulled company, the residents of this place more interested in their stepford chic ideal, than they were about a stranger such as herself coming into town.

maybe that's a GOOD THING for her.

an unexpected thump at the front door tore at her attention, stubbing out her cigarette against the rusting metal of the railing she leaned out against, dark eyes flashing with a suspicion that would never quite leave her. feet padding, soundless, against the carpeted flooring, stealing away a butcher’s knife from its housing along the side drawer within her kitchen, leaving it quietly pressed in a hidden space at her side as she checked first, through the peep hole, finding no presence that actually seemed to registered within the movement outside. what did that mean...? opening it with CAUTION only to find a boy there, her expression twisting, the knife quietly shelved along a side desk, out of sight. "shīyì, it thought you were at work, what are you doing here?"

- @xinxiins

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3.06 Follow Up - Pure Souls, Pure Sins

My Immediate Reaction to 3.06 can be found HERE

The Malec argument is hard to watch for so many reasons, but I get both sides and I swear on Valentine’s ghost I’m 3 seconds away from locking them both in a room and forcing them to speak to each other about WHAT each if them are actually talking about, because they are not on the same page here and it’s frustrating as hell... #onlyhappyMalec #20gayteen

Anyway, with bits and pieces of information and a dragon demon drawing from Clary, Magnus connects A to B with F and U with only like 7 minutes of screentime… this is why they don’t use him more often. If Magnus were in charge, this shit would have been handled back in ep1 #justsaying (Shout Out to Bro Zac for being so damn EPIC) 

So Maia was out of town yesterday last episode and she’s the most understanding girlfriend in the world about the Heidi situation… something tells me that won’t be the case for the Kyle/Jordan issue. #poorgirl #epicjackets #WALKWALKFASHIONBABY... sorry for what’s next, yo...

I call bullshit on Clary thinking that Jace was “being weird” in their one scene at the institute because it looked no different - he hugged her, he held her hand, he walked away with her… he just refused to talk to her and from that small interaction she insists that NOW he’s acting weird… not all the hallucination dreams or being brought back from the dead ???? #butgooffIguess

So Owl!Boy Jace can see people aura’s or whatever and he has to find the most virtuous mundanes  for Lilith … and what do you know - Ollie? CHECK. - Charlie? CHECK - but how will he choose? O right he’ll just wait till one is alone… ish. #thatwentwell 

If you don’t ship Maryse and Luke you are wrong. #blushingteensflirtingintheir40s

Underhill is surprised to see Alec Lightwood a little wasted and before his boss can overshare, the dude gets him a sober cab and sends his drunk ass home - while providing an escape and the solid advice Alec was seeking...  #respect #seeyouroundunderdude 

While I love my drunk gay son, Alec honey your boyfriend is, as you say, an 800 year old warlock (fact check with Magnus please) - Magnus is “too different” from literally everyone else ever!!! Come on now, what was he supposed to say to that question? What is he supposed to say now? - Are you both different? Very much so… Do you both love each other anyway? Yes. So there was nothing else to think about… don’t turn good memories into bad ones just because you’re scared… And Magnus, honey, your bedside manner could do with a few upgrades. I mean, Alec isn’t focused on the box here. He’s worried about what it represents because he doesn’t want to ever leave you…. Ugh. Just talk to each other dammit. #imsotired

Okay so Luke shoots Owl!Jace - forcing him to unglamour … Mundie!Morgan pepper sprayed Owl!Jace and he ran off in much the same way…. So my guess is Owl!Jace is immune to injury but he still feels pain… Pain that Jace can’t process because he’s lost control of his mind… Gee I wonder if this has anything to do with being brought back from the dead??? #justsaying #willClaryfinallytellAlec #please

So going into episode 7, I have a lot of questions but only one I will leave you with today... How damn gorgeous is Maryse Lightwood? I mean. WOW 

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Portrait Digital Photography for Couples

Portrait photography is a wonderful possibility for couples to create long-term pictures to celebrate special celebrations like birthdays, wedding anniversaries, involvements or pregnancy. Or perhaps you just seem like an enjoyable image shoot with the one you like! Pairs portrait photography sessions are an informal opportunity to capture these unique minutes with each other on film and also can be adjusted to a variety of various situations.Birthday Photographer Trinidad

Lots of couples select picture photography for a landmark in their partnership like an anniversary or interaction. You could even give a voucher for the picture session as a present to amaze your other half. For couples that have simply got involved, an image shoot is a wonderful way to obtain used to being in front of the cam prior to your wedding, and be familiar with your selected photographer. You can also make use of the pictures from your photo session as 'save the date' cards or include them into your wedding celebration invitations or thanks cards Portrait Photographer Trinidad.

You need not be restricted to pairs photo portraits in the studio either - way of life picture digital photography is ending up being more and more popular, as well as enables you to pick a location that is very important to you. Probably you could have your picture photographer concern your residence as well as stage a photoshoot in acquainted environments, or in your yard. Conversely, why not celebrate the occasion at a location that is additional unique to you - where you first satisfied, where you married, or one more venue that holds individual memories for you.

One of the best elements of couples portrait digital photography is the fact that you have your partner with you - so even if you're really feeling timid or nervous, you have your most relied on companion with you to coax out a natural, beautiful smile. There's no reason why you need to posture or look straight at the video camera, either. Often the sweetest couples portraits are honest, with the subjects trading caring appearances, or from a range, welcoming or holding hands. Your professional photographer may additionally take information shots and close-ups to capture all the little looks as well as motions that show the deepness of your connection, and your environments Portrait Photographer Trinidad.

To assist you get into an unwinded mood, why not bring along your favorite songs, or your special track as a pair? Sometimes photoshoots can be a fantastic justification for a tiny event, as well as if you're celebrating a special celebration, you might also be able to bring some nibbles and a bottle of bubbly to actually eliminate restraints before the electronic camera!

Pairs Digital photography

People drop in love. Pairs break up. Some individuals get wed. These are all points that happen as time goes on in your lovemaking. Why not record some of the moments? If you truly love a person, it is always wonderful to document the journey you take place with each other in your connection.

A connection is an enchanting terrific part of life and as you age you understand this more and more. If you and your sweetie take a couple pictures throughout the years there can only be benefits in advance Portrait Photographer Trinidad.

A professional photo session together will certainly bring you more detailed. It is an enjoyable task that you can share as well as have a good time with together while catching the memories. Bonding is a large component of making a partnership work as well as by taking the plunge right into an enjoyable as well as exciting day together while someone takes images of you will sure obtain you in touch with each other on a much deeper level Portrait Photographer Trinidad.

With a specialist video camera, you two love birds can look your best as well as you can keep that for the remainder of your lives. If you get married wouldn't it behave to aim to way-back-when and have the pictures to display at your wedding and even on your anniversaries years in advance?

You can utilize the photos as Xmas cards, valentine's day cards, birthday cards, wedding invitations or any various other sort of invite that you desire! The pictures are not just meant to be stored in an image cd, but can be posted online, can be framed as well as held on the wall surface or can even make a nice present.

Utilizing expert photography can reveal you how valuable you are as a person in addition to show your partner how valuable he or she is as well as vice versa. It is a wonderful way to say "I love you" and also add value to your friendship Portrait Photographer Trinidad.

When you see a specialist photographer they will certainly take you in studio and also to locations where you can play and laugh with each other. This will help capture you in a serious setup as well as a more fun and light hearted setup which will allow you to record all facets of your love on cam. This could also make for an enjoyable date!

All-natural as well as Gorgeous Wedding Event Digital Photography Tips

The wedding is generally among the most effective crucial days in the lives of a pair. Photography is a biggest preparation as well as expense, which typically catches the memories of the day. The images are a terrific technique to record and tape lots of attributes of the wedding Portrait Photographer Trinidad.

Many people as well as even specialist wedding celebration photographer usage electronic video cameras. The resolution of the digital electronic cameras is a vital part of the high quality and results, which can be conveniently obtained. The electronic camera variety ought to be from 1 to 20 mega pixel resolution. Additionally, a greater resolution generally use for applications where huge images offers ideal results. A lower resolution camera constantly provides coarse look, which does not look excellent if you expand those pictures excessive. If we speak about ideal wedding celebration digital photographer then they typically takes short quantity of time by clicking lovely pair portraits on the wedding day. There are likewise some methods and also strategies, which definitely improves your wedding digital photography. Best photography pointers can surely give the specialist side in the wedding pictures. The simple as well as natural wedding digital photography pointers are as complies with:-.

Firstly, the wedding celebration professional photographer must click images with the accessible light and also without flash. It reaches a few objectives like skin tone will certainly look much less shiny without flash as well as you can additionally capture an extra genuine history color and also light in your image without flash. After this, you must close rate to keep your pictures sharp and also serious. While recording the image, you ought to attempt making use of major and primary lenses, which actually provides specialist search in your every photo. Afterwards, the wedding couple should be really comfortable as well as they should have all-natural smiling face and you can likewise inform them that they look excellent when they smile in front of each other.

If we speak about even more all-natural and also stunning photos then photographer must check out frameworks, displays as well as representations as well. Whatever from doorways like blossoms, trees and also mirrors creates great representations as well as considerations for your subject as well as additionally provides more specialist and also all-natural feeling. The photographer must be imaginative with lighting as well as he should likewise look the lays out and also darkness before windows or the sundown. The photographer should also search for unexpected sides as well as point of views while recording Portrait Photographer Trinidad.

Selecting Your Wedding Digital Photographer - Wedding Photography Styles Explained.

You've picked your date, reserved your venue and also began purchasing gowns. Now you're trying to find a wedding event digital photographer. There are a lot of styles of wedding event digital photography available, and also while individuals in the industry may know these styles inside out they be puzzling for pairs. Keep in mind also that not only are you selecting a style of digital photography, yet different types of wedding celebration digital photography can make different needs on your time on your wedding Trinidad.

Selecting the design of photography you desire at your wedding celebration comes down to 3 points. What design of pictures you want, the length of time you intend to invest with a professional photographer on your wedding day, and most significantly of all your very own character and convenience before the cam.

There are a lot of various photography buzzwords around. Classic, content, creative or modern are simply a couple of. Possibly much more confusingly they are made use of by various photographers in various means. Inevitably it is up to couples to ask a lot of questions as well as do plenty of research study before selecting a professional photographer, and to rely upon seeing complete collection of photos from completed weddings Do not rely on the best 5 or six shots from a number of wedding events to decide Portrait Photographer Trinidad.

Wedding event photography styles are a compromise between generating amazing job and keeping to a timetable. A photographer might produce brilliant photos, yet if he takes also long to create them you possibly won't take pleasure in the experience Trinidad.

Conventional (or Postured) Wedding Celebration Photography.

A great deal of individuals think of typical wedding celebration digital photography as endless stuffy team pictures where every person looks rigid as a board. Worse still, the different collections of individuals appear to go on permanently. I assume there is a fashion to be down on standard wedding digital photography, but the real functioning framework is still the very same for the majority of wedding professional photographers. The photographs may be more stylish however the actual experience on the day for the groom and bride is very comparable.

There is constantly a trade off in between the kind of job a digital photographer does as well as the moment it requires to fire it. Extra formal positioned pictures will take longer to set up and achieve. Any kind of professional photographer who generates creative posed work will need a particular amount of time to produce his best work. It is important that you discover how much time he will certainly need, and work out just how it will match your day. There are photographers that spend a number of hours on formal shots. Make sure you are happy with providing over that amount of time on your wedding day. If you are not that comfortable before the cam you may find this sort of digital photography harder. An excellent digital photographer needs to be able to assist you and put you at your simplicity but also for many people it can still seem a bit daunting Trinidad.

Narrative Wedding Photography (Wedding Event Photojournalism).

If traditional is all about postured pictures, after that reportage wedding event digital photography is the opposite. It relies on catching minutes as they happen, and is much more like a fly on the wall surface documentary. This kind of wedding event photography means that the digital photographer spends a lot of his time in the background, and so has actually ended up being increasingly prominent with pairs. Weddings are additionally progressively less official than they utilized to be. Documentary wedding celebration digital photography demands a various skill set from traditional wedding celebration digital photography so you need to make sure that your professional photographer has the correct photographic background as well as can show you full wedding celebrations to back this up. Wedding event photojournalism is more about a total collection of pictures from the entire day than a collection of a dozen highlights. There are professional photographers around that will jump on the most recent bandwagon to get organization, yet still use the usual style they constantly have. Wedding celebration photojournalism is all about expectancy and also remaining in the appropriate area at the correct time. It is not about carefully directing individuals, so it puts several standard wedding event professional photographers beyond their skill set. There are some less ethical professional photographers that will certainly use the most recent buzzwords to enhance their internet search engine presence, yet still fire the very same tired old pictures Portrait Photographer Trinidad.

If you are reserved regarding having your photo taken, wedding event photojournalism is probably your ideal choice. The photography occurs without you really understanding and also you'll look your natural ideal Trinidad.

Although these 2 approaches might show up polar opposites, in reality most wedding event professional photographers will offer a mix of these two styles. There are not many wedding celebration photojournalists that do not shoot at least some formal photographs as well as traditional wedding event professional photographers will shoot casual pictures too. Find out what percentage of each a digital photographer suches as to shoot, and better still inquire what they such as to shoot the most - opportunities are this is what they are best at Trinidad.

Classic Wedding Celebration Digital Photography.

Vintage wedding digital photography is a style that has actually been entering into style lately, however in great deals of methods its a hard one to measure. Vintage can suggest anything from utilizing old film electronic cameras during some of the wedding celebration to simply a various approach to publish production to create 'classic' looking electronic files. There are some terrific photographers out there, but bear in mind that if you are receiving data that are heavily modified in a particular style, you risk of your pictures looking rather dated a few years later. If I was working with a classic design photographer, I personally would want at least some of the wedding celebration shot on movie, I'm not a massive follower of forging things. As constantly ask inquiries, see instances and also make an informed decision Portrait Photographer Trinidad.

Editorial Wedding Celebration Digital Photography.

This wedding style is influenced by the fashion content of glossy magazines, at it's best it can generate great premium photos. To generate this efficiently on a wedding the digital photographer requires to be extremely organised, and also would most likely require an aide to aid establish some of the shots beforehand, although that would certainly rely on his/her style. Do your research study to ensure that the moment demands for this sort of shoot fit in with your plans. If you actually similar to this kind of photography but don't wish to dedicate way too much time to it on your wedding day, consider booking a different image session after the wedding event. Typically refers to as a garbage or value the outfit shoot, a separate picture session might be the most effective method to get the big day you desire as well as the pictures you'll like without losing a big portion of your wedding. It likewise indicates that you and your digital photographer can pick the ideal time of day for the right light and also you have range for rescheduling if it's pouring with rain. In many nations, especially the US, luxury wedding event digital photography is progressing in the direction of three shoots: the engagement shoot, the special day, and a content session. Do not always assume that it all has to be done in someday Trinidad.

Artistic or Art Wedding Celebration Digital Photography.

Basically an evolution of typical wedding event photography, this type of digital photography supplies a modern take on the typical collection of positioned photographs, although these are both terms that have actually been rather over utilized by the photographic area, so once again do your research. At its best this style can generate relocating enchanting images, yet some professional photographers can over utilize the exact same poses, so it can feel a little bit impersonal. Ask to see great deals of shoots as well as do not hesitate to input your own suggestions at your pre-wedding meeting Trinidad.

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How novelist Elizabeth Gilbert ended up with late lovers male pal

They could be any loved-up couple celebrating the joy of new romance with an impromptu selfie to share on Instagram. 

She gazes up into the camera with a dazzling smile, while he wraps her in an embrace, nuzzling her blonde hair.

But as her millions of fans know, nothing is quite so simple in the complicated, unconventional and rather topsy-turvy love life of best-selling author Elizabeth Gilbert.

Three years ago Elizabeth Gilbert stunned her followers by leaving her second husband of ten years, Jose Nunes (left) — the handsome Brazilian ‘Felipe’ whom she fell in love with at the end of her Eat Pray Love travels — for a woman, her gay best friend Rayya Elias

Ever since she set off on a solo voyage of self-discovery across the world following the collapse of her first marriage 15 years ago — her 2006 memoir Eat Pray Love became a publishing phenomenon selling more than 12 million copies — Gilbert has continued to surprise her readers with myriad twists and turns.

Three years ago she stunned her followers by leaving her second husband of ten years, Jose Nunes — the handsome Brazilian ‘Felipe’ whom she fell in love with at the end of her Eat Pray Love travels — for a woman, her gay best friend Rayya Elias.

Now, 15 months after her lover’s tragic death from cancer at the age of 57, Elizabeth Gilbert has fallen in love again — this time with a man. The object of her affections is British photographer Simon MacArthur, 60, who was for years one of Rayya’s closest friends and a former flatmate.

Indeed, it was Bristol-born Mr MacArthur who took one of the last poignant photographs of Elizabeth and Rayya together — a beautiful black-and-white portrait of the couple — before the Syrian born-musician and documentary maker passed away.

Now, 15 months after the tragic death of Elias (right) from cancer at the age of 57, Elizabeth Gilbert has fallen in love again — this time with a man

But this week in an Instagram post, Miss Gilbert, 49, introduced her new love to the world with the following words: ‘Please meet my sweetheart, Mr Simon MacArthur. He’s a photographer from the UK. He’s a beautiful man who has been a friend of mine for years.’

She continues: ‘Even more touchingly, Simon was a beloved friend of Rayya’s for decades. They lived in London together over 30 years ago, and they adored each other like siblings. This, as you can imagine, means the world to me. Of late, Simon and I have found our way into each other’s arms. And now here we are, and his heart has been such a warm place for me to land.

‘I share this news publicly, despite the fact our love story is so new and young and tender, for a few reasons. For one thing I just want to say: If you see me walking around with a tall, handsome man on my arm, don’t be buggin’. Just know that your girl is happy and following her heart.’

As for Mr MacArthur, who is believed to have recently split from his American wife, his Instagram reply to a surprised friend’s query ‘Really?’ suggests that he is as stunned as Miss Gilbert’s fans by this sudden and unexpected turn of events.

‘I hardly know where to begin. Liz and I have been friends for a couple of years. A few months ago the stars seemed to align. We were both out of relationships, both believing that we were destined to be alone for the rest of our lives,’ he writes.

‘But Liz has had strong feelings for me for years and kept those under wraps. A few weeks ago she revealed them to me and we’ve found an incredible love here … We’re madly in love and planning our future together so, watch this space. We’re in the throes of introducing all our friends to each other.’

The object of Elizabeth Gilbert’s affections is British photographer Simon MacArthur, 60, who was for years one of Rayya’s closest friends and a former flatmate

Born in Claverham, Bristol, New York-based documentary photographer and ‘environmental portraitist’ Mr MacArthur describes himself on his website as ‘a globetrotter, intensely curious about the way the world works and how best to pass on that curiosity to others — always looking for what’s around the next corner’.

He continues: ‘A friend told me my photos have all the hallmarks of a humanist. I think it fits. I am an ardent animal rights advocate and avid scuba diver, campaigning for the end of the use of plastics that are devastating oceanic life.’

A graduate of Gwent College of Art and Design in Newport, South Wales, he has travelled the world capturing arresting images of people and nature in black and white. His subjects range from Welsh dry dock welders to fishermen in Mombasa.

‘Why do I shoot solely in monochrome? The answer is because I want my work stripped bare of everything but cause and emotion,’ he writes. ‘As an emotive human being, I need to feel what I’m shooting, to feel as though I’m almost an integral part of everything I shoot … ideally, interacting with my subject, in their skin.’

As for Miss Gilbert, in her Instagram post presenting her new sweetheart, she offers the following advice to others mourning a loved one — it’s OK to fall in love and feel like a ‘dumb and crazy and excited and insecure’ 16-year-old again in middle age.

‘Do not let your gorgeous loyalty to the deceased stop you from experiencing the marvels and terrors of your short, mortal, precious life. It’s OK to live, and to love.’

Born in Claverham, Bristol, New York-based documentary photographer and ‘environmental portraitist’ Mr MacArthur (left) describes himself on his website as ‘a globetrotter, intensely curious about the way the world works in how best to pass on that curiosity to others — always looking for what’s around the next corner’

Certainly the intertwined lives of these three New Yorkers — who for years were nothing more than just good friends — would make a remarkable third memoir for Gilbert, whose follow-up to Eat Pray Love was called Committed and explored her ambivalence towards marriage.

You could argue it has all the hallmarks of another Hollywood blockbuster, sequel perhaps to the 2010 film adaptation of Gilbert’s bestseller (it’s been translated into 30 languages) starring Julia Roberts as Gilbert and Spanish actor Javier Bardem as ‘Felipe’.

But will this new romance give Elizabeth Gilbert’s fans the neat happy ending they thought she’d found with Brazilian gem trader Jose Nunes, settling down to married life in a $1 million dollar Italianate Victorian mini-estate in the artsy, rural village of Frenchtown, New Jersey? For Gilbert’s voyage of self-discovery captured the zeitgeist. Described as ‘a Shirley Valentine for the yoga and quinoa generation’ and compared to Sex And The City’s Carrie Bradshaw ‘cut loose from New York’, Gilbert’s story struck a chord with women dreaming of escape.

Some followed in her exotic footsteps, enjoying pizza in Italy (Eat), finding spiritual enlightenment in Indian ashrams (Pray) before travelling on to Indonesia hopefully to fall into the arms of their own sexy ‘Felipe’ under the Banyan trees of Bali (Love).

Raised on a Christmas tree farm in Connecticut, Gilbert was a moderately successful writer when, aged 34 and reeling from a painful divorce, she set off on her solo odyssey across three continents to try to make sense of her life.

Gilbert and Elias held a non-legally binding commitment ceremony in New York prior to her death. Gilbert and Elias had been best friends for years but their relationship turned romantic after the cancer diagnosis

Writing on the tenth anniversary of the bestseller which turned her into a multi-millionaire, Miss Gilbert wrote: ‘The woman who went on this trip was exceedingly lucky …Who has 12 free months to spare, just to kick around the globe? Who has the freedom or the money?’

She continued: ‘One of the reasons I was so free that year was because I was such a mess. It was easy for me to leave everything behind because I didn’t have much to leave behind.

‘I had no property because I’d lost it all in my divorce. I had no romantic relationships, because I’d exploded them. I had no job because I’d quit. Everything was in turmoil, everything was in flux and I was so bloody sad.’

Reflecting on the tangled love life which triggered the odyssey, Gilbert wrote in 2015 with disarming honesty about her past romantic failings, under the heading Confessions Of A Seduction Addict.

‘Seduction was never a casual sport for me; it was more like a heist, adrenalising and urgent. I would plan the heist for months, scouting out the target, looking for unguarded entries,’ she wrote.

‘Then I would break into his deepest vault, steal all the emotional currency and spend it on myself. If the man was already involved in a committed relationship, I knew that I didn’t need to be prettier or better than his existing girlfriend; I just needed to be different.

Gilbert announced in September 2016 that her marriage was over and that she’d found love with her best friend of 17 years —Rayya Elias — a musician, writer, film maker, recovered drug addict, ex-punk rocker and former hairdresser whom she’d first met when Elias staged an ‘intervention’ on Gilbert’s hair (Above: the pair pictured together in 2014)

‘The trick was to study the other woman and to become her opposite, thereby positioning myself to this man as a sparkling alternative to his regular life.’

Although Miss Gilbert set off on her voyage, swearing she will ‘never, ever, under any circumstance, marry again’, in 2007 she did marry her exotic, older lover ‘Felipe’, Jose Nunes.

Together they set up an Asian imports emporium in New York called Two Buttons, and for ten years the glamorous couple seemed blissfully happy, living in Frenchtown’s most expensive house — built for New Jersey’s first native-born governor. ‘My marriage has been pretty f****** nice. Pretty steady,’ she said shortly before their shock break-up.

‘I always think about how, at the very beginning, he said: “Can you please be gentle with me?”, and I remember thinking: “You, sir, have come to the right place.” ’

In a long Facebook message to her fans, Gilbert announced in September 2016 that her marriage was over and that she’d found love with her best friend of 17 years —Rayya Elias — a musician, writer, film maker, recovered drug addict, ex-punk rocker and former hairdresser whom she’d first met when Elias staged an ‘intervention’ on Gilbert’s hair.

‘Rayya and I are together. I love her and she loves me,’ wrote Gilbert, adding that she realised the depth of her feeling for Rayya only when her best friend was diagnosed with pancreatic and liver cancer.

‘Something happened to my heart and mind in the days and weeks following Rayya’s diagnosis,’ she continued. ‘Death — or the prospect of death — has a way of clearing away everything that is not real and, in that stark and utter realness, I was faced with this truth: I do not merely love Rayya; I am in love with Rayya. And I have no more time for denying that truth.’

Jose Nunes has never spoken of his divorce from Gilbert. Their Frenchtown mansion was listed for sale for $999,000 dollars, the New York shop sold and last October the couple’s two-bedroom apartment on a Wellness resort in Miami, Florida was listed for sale for $2.3 million dollars.

In an interview with a lesbian magazine about inspiring same-sex couples, Rayya Elias revealed she and Gilbert were ‘very happily not married’ but had gone through a non-legally-binding ceremony of their commitment to one another.

Describing their ‘slow burn of passion’ after ‘almost two decades of the deepest foundational friendship you could ever imagine’, Rayya said: ‘It took a long time. Then I was diagnosed with cancer, and that did it. There was no more time to waste. The truth had to be spoken.’

After Rayya’s death in January 2018, Elizabeth Gilbert posted this tribute: ‘She was my love, my heart, my best friend, my teacher, my rebel, my angel, my protector, my challenger, my partner, my muse, my wizard, my surprise, my gift, my comet, my liberator, my rock star … and my baby.

‘I loved you so much, Rayya. Thank you for letting me walk with you right to the edge of the river. It has been the greatest honour of my life. I would tell you to rest in peace, but I know you always found peace boring. May you rest in excitement. I will always love you.’

Today, a happy new chapter now appears to be opening for Elizabeth Gilbert — with the friend of the late best friend whom they both loved.

No doubt, her fans will be eagerly awaiting her next surprise.  

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@petitsdieu - hara gets a starter !

when her father dies, she doesn't expect the way that she feels for it. maybe it's silly... after all, they'd been at odds for years and the things that he'd done to throw wrenches in her life, while she'd long come to peace with most of it all... it didn't mean it did not wake UNKIND FEELINGS with his passing. the sort that unlock something ugly and defining within her that she's doing her best to keep in check and order.

it's awful, that hara knows JUST WHEN to find her. it should shock her that she still had that same ability as when they were children but... it seemed that her own husband had stepped away, allowing hara the opening to slip into her room. faye, left looking up both alarmed and tear-stained, trying to straighten and hold her spine straighter.

"what are you doing here?" she doesn't have it in her right now. all the hurt, the ache, the things that she missed with them. she doesn't have the strength for the VENOM she needed, faye valentine, dragon born. her shoulders shake - she hates it. "state your business."

- @petitsdieu

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@solseas - jinsoo gets a new follower starter !

they have a word for people like her here. it's not essentially kind, and it definitely captures the feeling of something that existed beyond your fingertips. faye hasn't grown up exactly with A WANT FOR MUCH in life. it likely betrays itself from her in ways she didn't know to recognize, like the way she walked, or held herself - there's a sort of confidence, unshakable, that she's developed at the core of her, at least it seems from how she moves.

everything measured, sure, A PROMISE.

her parents ask her once she's finished up with that new degree in her back pocket to leave from singaporian shores for those of south korea. she can't say she's especially thrilled, especially when she'd only just escaped the seasonality of the united kingdom, but what's a girl to do? in the end, if she knew anything from her years plunged into LSE, it was that one must always FOLLOW THE MONEY, and thus, this was the investment she was meant to keep.

jinsoo is the problem child. annoyingly charming with his fans, but FRUSTRATING outside of it, the hell's angels were an interesting concept of a band that the valentine family had bought into, and seen grow to great results. faye's first to the studio, taking her seat for the newest showcase for what's to come, her ipad ready for her to whiz her own notes across the screen.

- @solseas

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@sunxsin - ling ♡'d for a starter !

they tell her where to go - and she runs away, THE FIRST TIME. it works. for a little bit. nobody brings it up for a year, before it all starts up again. this time, faye convinces a very stupid man to take her through three different countries before she's burned through all his money and her parents have her collected back to singapore. the third time, well. they don't quite so much tell her, as she wakes up already on the plane. the rest of the flight isn't quite so pleasant.

he's supposed to be the son of someone important. faye doesn't very much care, and she's seething beneath the skin, itchy to get out of here. this has nothing to do with her. it's stupid. why would she go to meet him anyways!? if it was serious, he should have come to her. she doesn't want to get MARRIED! she doesn't even want to date, already snapping at the edges with every stupid remark made by some slobbering fool.

and by the time she's been delivered over to this mansion, she's seated in a room, told to wait. the son is being RETRIEVED, she's told by a woman with slicked back brown hair, and all faye thinks in the moment is, that's a strange way to put it. whatever. already moving and wondering through the room, picking and peeling apart and pieces, looking for ways that she could get out of here, and seduce some deserving idiot so that she could get lost again.

- @sunxsin