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castle-dominion · 1 year

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martha's master class

lmao I love the way this is made martha my beloved he IS astute! & the son of an actress! "presence & enthusiasm as they undress each other. Oh! There goes the hat!" of course you did, with the hat as a character bomb went off, shoving her lover under the bed to save his life believe you me MARTHA ah yes the timing. I think he was a personal trainer! I'd be proud of him too! Listening & thinking than line count I like Martha is great. *whispers* very hitchcock she is just talking them thru lol. But they totally look like they are filming it from the loft. Maybe during his physio appointments. why wipe it off? I was right! They DID need to be watching him to make sure he was awake & watching! They did this for him... they were up in the middle of the night doing this to give castle the best birthday gift ever for a mystery writer. Tho an escape room would have been fun too. just walking on the phone as people do "should he decide to break in" why didn't he shred it tho? the soda from the cabinet <3 coordinating it with the beckett fridge hint was sooo good they had rehearsals on the day-of!? She has lied before, she IS a good actress sometimes! I want to look in your fridge! I feel like I am being attacked! Oh no! I have a particular talent for telling people what to do & how to do it! I love her sm & am so glad they made that

your home is your castle

desirable real estate? really? it is a thousand dollars biweekly for a closet in someone's bathroom & you only get to sleep there nights because your roommate sleeps there during the day. at least it is not as bad as toronto They are getting an interiot designer to tour the loft. love it.

Alfred. I like this fellow. & vern ofc. get the script first, determine what we will build & what we will not. tracing paper 3d model digitally thankfully materials Building a set is honestly great robbing peter to pay paul, renting vs building vs buying oOH WE GET TO SEE THE MILL

HEY I RECOGNIZE THAT, THEY ARE BUILDING THE SPACESHIP I THINK Damon my man Ah, time constraints. My dad is a carpenter, he has done work for museums & churches, I wonder what it would be like if he made commissions for film. Like that one person in the murdoch mysteries fandom (I think @ha-bloody-ha is the one?) who does some kind of fiber art commissions for the costume department. "build me a sign" in the middle of shooting like bro you just... didn't have that already? ok lol wet paint still on camera lol

Experts in tribeca lol two sisters & a mom in the heart of tribeca near beckett's loft & their cute umbrellas & their very new york accents privacy, eateries, family, celebrity, sounds perfect for kate.

Lol I love their fake skyline Oooh a full tour of her apartment dustjackets fan wiki does not have a map for beckett's apartment so I'll grab a clip I like her art & stuff Alfred understands characters so well MY FATHER & I WOULD TAG TEAM THIS GUY & GIVE HIM A LICKING BECAUSE AS A CHEF & A KITCHEN DESIGNER WE ARE SO MAD. fancy plastic from home depot lol I like her stairs & the books on them Ooh a rooftop garden! She canonically likes to read I like how stana & alfred sat down & chatted. oh, johanna pic... open it up physically ooh so good! the lighting is indeed nice. Ah yes, set ceilings are able to be removed. Nice. She has a dining room? Wow lol. Ah her bedroom is a swing set. They take it down & store it & then if they need it they set it back up. Audio sounds a bit like the portal radio that is her bedroom? No I don't think so I think this is the workshop where they are setting up her bedroom...

Soho new york these pretty ladies! artists, writers, Bachelor & playboy & walking distance to restaurants really pretty tbh. Old fashioned. walking distance 5-10m from where kate lives according to the new york fellows faster on foot than in a taxi, obviously

Love the skylight NF: What I learned about richard castle when I walked in here was that he is incredibly wealthy. Old spectacles, swords, typewriters, weird alphabet golfballs they just hide their lines around the sets lmao open shelves are great for me as an adhder with a lack of object permanence, out of sight out of mind. But that is One Heavy Door considering the shelves are acting as the wall between the office & rest of the house. The kitchen certainly is interesting. Too clean imo just have a cambro under there lol NF: "we've all lived like that" smells like dust lol sfx, perry! My man! Ah, fire issues. Wourder. Jersey lol. it IS a nice staircase! Vern: Is there anything actually up there? Me: well they joked about seamus dever sleeping in castle's bed & jon huertas putting a cot up there to nap between takes... The stairs: *nothing* I too would love to see martha's room! His office is bigger than I thought... is that a door to a balcony? Yeah that picture really messed me up at first, I thought maybe it was a mirror... of course all the walls need to be able to be removed Ooh hoo hoo his bedroom! Oh his fave is the photograph of the subway on the landing Want a hug? Aw so cute!

NF: Idk AM: Well there are several bedrooms... MQ: 15 million SK: Millions for sure. SS: Location location location AM: 3.5, 4 mil? NF: My apartment in new york was smaller than these two rooms combined & I was paying a little over 2k a month in rent... at least 6 million to buy SK: A detective from a family of academics would be able to afford a place like this so whatever those people make MQ: Gosh & I've never lived in new york I'm totally just acting like I know what I'm talking about NF: Becktt's apartment would be... AM: Maybe a million? a little more than that SS: a million three nine five ($1 395 000?) NF: 4.2 million SK: 200k Vern: Interesting guesses

3bed 3bath 5k sq feet in soho for 6mil with all that outdoorspace I'd buy one for myself & for each of my daughters 12mil 200k would get you a storage bin, maybe two, for your coats 2bed home office 1.8k sq feet fabulous details open kitchen exposed brick in the heart of tribeca, closer to 4mil. If there is outdoor space closer to 5mil.

Make your home your castle uwu *steals a book*

Lot Cops Oh no this one. Jon Huertas & Seamus Dever going for "tactical training" but I've seen this one & idk how much of it was scripted but it is insane they are insane I am insane I went insane over this not to mention how insanely funny it is. A recert for tactical effectiveness they say. I am trying SO HARD not to tell the entirety of tumblr how silly & stupid this is like How Much of this was scripted, how much did they say "just play around" how much did they tell the training team? how much were they acting? this feels like an unus annus episode r for restraint that's the only one I'm saying in this liveblog.

Deleted scene singular Are we dating? A couple weeks? Isn't that like,, all the vacation north americans get? Dating, being with, semi-cohabitating, I'll tell you what we're not doing: sleeping she TRIED to have that talk, twice even!

Someone posted these bloopers right? I love all the gibberish but "nine-- ten blocks away" could have stayed too much sex shut thup NO for a sec I thought he was speaking cree lmao "we never swear on this show" *shows a bunch of swearing* Who'd make a movie after a failed scifi series? That guy's gotta but fckn nuts! *serenity* Ok I'll clip the uh, the thing. Not the entire thing even tho it is very funny, just the, you know, the things I always grab from the bloopers.

#castle s5 bonus features #castle s5 outtakes

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natromanxoff · 3 years

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PETE MEETS QUEEN

QUEEN OF ARTS

FREDDIE MERCURY and Roger Taylor are together now as members of that fast-rising group Queen, but they were partners even before they formed the group. Their first venture together was running a stall in the Kensington Market, selling old clothes.

"We used to sell lovely old velvet stuff with lace,” Roger told me. "I became an expert of scouring junk yards and rag merchants, looking for old clothes that had been brought in that morning.

“The biggest stroke of luck we ever had was when we bought a hundred fur coats from a rag merchant in Battersea for fifty pence each — and then sold them all for between £4 and £8!

"And they were still a bargain — today the you can't buy a secondhand fur coat that's any good for under £20.

"Another good buy we had was forty Russian fox furs. When we bought those, we had our own full length black velvet coats made up, and then trimmed each one with fox fur. They looked besatiful when we were ready to sell them."

Roger and Freddie kept the stall going for eighteen months, paying £10 a week rent, and according to Roger, making a good living.

"We really enjoyed ourselves as well,” he said. "In those days, the Kensington Market was run by actors, artists, writers and musicians — all those sort of people — who needed some little sideline to guarantee them some money every week.

“The atmosphere there, unfortunately has all changed now — those sort of people don't work there any more. There are none of the old eccentrics. Instead, it's run by the usual sort of people who run clothes and shoe shops and sell manufactured products.

“In our day, it was very different. Musicians were always wandering around the market, and we'd serve famous film stars like Warren Mitchell and Julie Christie. It was fun working there, almost a lifestyle of its own.”

Roger and Freddie however, had to give up the stall when they decided to become professional musicians.

“We were so busy when we first formed Queen that we just didn't have time to keep the stall on," said Roger. “In a way it was a pity, because we'd had it lot quite a while, and we really missed all the hustle and bustle of the market.”

Although Roger and Freddie are obviously close friends nowadays, they both have very different backgrounds.

Roger was born in Norfolk, but moved to Cornwall when he was young. His first move to London came when he went to the London Hospital Medical College to train as a dentist. He soon gave that up though, and instead took his Bachelor of Science degree in zoology and botany.

Freddie was born in Zanzibar, but grew up in Feltham, Middlesex. After he left school, he went to Ealing College of Art and did a diploma course in fashion and graphics.

Because of this training. Freddie is now the official artist of the group. He designs the group's album sleeves, and he's also the man behind their distinctive logo, which is made up from the symbols belonging to the boys’ zodiac signs — two Leos, a Cancer and a Virgo.

Apart from Freddie and Roger, the other members of the group are the guitarist Brian May, who formerly studied astronomy in Imperial College and basa player Deacon John, who has First Class Honours degree in electronics. As you’ll have guessed, they are pretty brainy too!

So far, Queen have recorded two singles, “Keep Yourself Alive” and of course, the “Seven Seas Of Rhye” and two albums, “Queen” and “Queen II” which was released this spring to great acclaim from fans and critics alike.

They have also done two tours of Britain — one with Mott The Hoople and one this spring, on their own — and, like many other pop stars, they recently visited Australia.

“We spent ten days in Australia,” said Roger, “and we made our first major international appearance there, topping the bill at a festival in Sunbury, near Melbourne.

“Our album had been released there, and the director of the festival phoned up, said he liked our music, and offered to fly us out there. Of course, we jumped at the chance of a trip to Australia with all expenses paid!

“It was the first time we had ever flown on a Jumbo,” he said. “They showed a couple of films, to pass the time, but we still found it very hard flying for twenty seven hours all at once.

“On the flight out there, there were 360 people on board, but coming back there were only 140, so we were able to spread out over three seats each — but it was still very hard to sleep.

“Afterwards we had terrible jet lag for three our four days. It was incredible because something had completely thrown our biological clocks — we would get up at 6 or 7 a.m. in the morning and then crash out completely at 6 or 7 in the evening.

“On the journey back we were chasing the sun around the earth, there was an incredibly long period of light while the sun was trying to set — we were chasing the sun for about five hours between Australia and Hong Kong and saw the sky go through all the colours of the spectrum.

“And then we had a very strange experience in Persia when we landed Teheran, and left the plane so it could be cleaned.

“The people who were cleaning the plane all gathered round to look at our hair in total disbelief!

“It was very strange landing Hong Kong, too, because the plane seemed suddenly drop out of the clouds on to this tiny air strip, with the sea on either side — it was quite frightening.

“And wherever we went we were mistaken for the Faces, because they were also due to tour Australia. About dozen people asked me for autograph, thinking I was Rod Stewart — even the stewardess did!

“Australia was a fantastic place! We managed to get some time off to go swimming, which was lovely, because the water was so warm. The only thing wrong with it was that Freddie went deaf for quite a while, because he got water in his ears. Luckily he recovered in time for the festival though.

“We played for an hour and quarter at the festival, in front of 40,000 people — that was great experience for us.

“We also managed to see some top groups down there, because they were playing at the festival as well. But most of them weren’t very good. Musically Australia seems to be two years behind Britain.

“It looks like they will be all right down under around 1976.”

#queen #queen band #roger taylor #freddie mercury #brian may #john deacon #queen scans #magazine’s title is unknown

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flowerwrites06 · 4 years

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break my mind’s eye VII — jjk

Plot: Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal.

Pairing(s): Druglord!Jungkook x Fashion Designer!OC (Name: Belle)

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 7k+

Genre: Mafia | Angst/Smut/Fluff

Tags & Warnings (for entire series): drug dealing, marriage through trickery, explicit smut, drug use, dubious consent, prostitution, miscarriage, lots of manipulation, impregnation through manipulation

JEON JUNGKOOK TIES THE KNOT!

‘It’s a sad day indeed as the most eligible bachelor in the city is now officially married! The ceremony took place in a garden like-setting on the grounds of the old Jeon manor where we could see the cherry blossoms falling on Kim Belle’s veil.

The couple absolutely glowed in the afternoon light and Jungkook couldn’t keep his eyes off his new bride. While this relationship came as a surprise to everyone, many sources speculate that the two had been liaising for years in secret. Leave it the Jeon family to be as extravagant yet discreet as possible.

As per the family’s tradition, they will be staying in the manor for two nights before going back to their shared home.

Belle’s dress had been a little underwhelming to some of us until we got word that her waistline is encrusted with approximately 96 5 carat diamonds, the whole dress designed and created by Madame Saito, her mentor and one of the leading designers of our country. So appearances are quite deceiving as we’re looking at an easily $20, 000 wedding dress adorned by the new heiress.

The whole ceremony moved as smoothly as the falling flowers. Definitely a step up from the previous few articles written for Kim Belle in poor taste. The new Mrs. Jeon takes the award for being the most elegantly majestic bride of the year.’

“Sorry, sir?” Yoongi asked to make sure he heard Jungkook ask him to come over to his office for a private meeting. There were two ways this could go. Either a bullet in his head or a bullet he has to put in someone else’s head. Namjoon told him a lot of stories of how newer members of any mafia made you kill someone at least once to test true loyalty. Because really one could die to save themselves from any more misery but living their entire life responsible for a murder was a whole other story.

Jungkooks’ expression did not falter in the slightest, still in his proper wedding attire with a light tint on his lips from Belle’s lipstick. “It’s only going to be a few minutes.” He walked past him having every expectation of being followed.

Yoongi did not hesitate to continue walking along the large regal hallway before turning right into a dark rustic office. A much older man already situated himself on the couch while two guards stood on each side of a figure resting on his knees in front of the table.

The usual bright and luxurious light in the rest of the mansion unfortunately did not reach this room. Scent of tobacco mixed in with expensive cologne and sweat swirling in a dark room adorned with deep brown furniture. This was a place of purely business. Despite the pretty lavenders on Jungkooks’ breast pockets matching the flowers in Belle’s hair.

“Park Jeongsu…he was found in midst of exchanging letters to the mayor.” The older male spoke in a gruff tone possibly from the smoke infecting his throat.

“Thank you, uncle.” Jungkook stared down at the wooden box lined in purple velvet. “Do you see that? That’s what you called loyalty.” Fingers traced the outline of some diagram on the top that Yoongi could quite catch but it shone in gold. “Chul has been mingling with the likes of our own gang…” He scoffed with a smile. “Clever.”

Yoongis’ heart seemed quickly tumble down into a tight cage situated somewhere deep in an endless abyss. There was more sources for the mayor. Just how many rats did they have in this place? The man understandably was given minimal information so it was easy for him to stay unknowing and a little confused.

“I despise disloyal people, Jeongsu. I really do.” He attempted to give the trembling male an apologetic look but anyone could sense there was no sincerity. “Especially on one of most joyous occasions of my life, I expected all my soldiers to stay by my side. To protect me as I have tried to protect you and your families. I’ve always tried to be a gracious leader.” Jungkook shrugged. “If it were my father, your own balls would be stuffed down your throat until you choke to death.”

The mere description and Yoongi saw the male on his knees breathing heavily, the cloth around his mouth inflating at every breath.

“Of course today I can’t get my hands dirty.” He moved both hands away from the box. “I need to be gracious and generous today in honor of my new beloved wife.” Jungkook leaned on the edge of the table by his hands. “Thankfully my uncle was nice enough to question you while I was gone…” He gestured towards his blood soaked shirt and swollen eye. “So if you’ve come this far to me, that means you’re of no use.”

The words barely settled into the room but muffled protesting began from the vulnerable target. Even if the cloth wasn’t hindering his clarity, Jungkook and his uncle probably would not have had any remorse to step away. This wasn’t a family or business of mercy.

Flickering open the wooden box, Jungkook in his most casual aura picked up the shining silver object. Each bullet placed inside with heartwarming care before the older mans’ voice slithered through the intimate moment.

“Jungkook…” His uncle warned with a stern tone, smoke riddling the air around him. “It’s bad luck to execute someone on your wedding day.”

“I know.” He muttered without sparing him a sideways glance. Once everything had been prepared, Jungkook walked around the table and stood in front of the traitor. The gun handed out in Yoongis’ direction.

All eyes were on the male now and he never felt more uncomfortable in his entire life. He had been stuck in a trunk before so that was saying something. Eyes flickered from the older man to Jungkook to the male who clearly had been on his side. Of course refusing to do so would end with both their lives taken and then this whole operation would combust back into nothingness.

You’ve shot guns before. Not at innocent people.

No one was truly innocent. At least that was sentiment he plastered in his mind hiding away all the warnings and alarms from his conscience. Padding closer to where Jungkook stood, his heart raced faster at every step swallowing down any protest struggling to push through.

The thrashing faded away into a meek sob as Yoongi faced the man. Much to his discontent, the lack of lines on his face and the broken brightness in his eyes showed that he was but a boy. Possibly a tad younger than Jungkook himself or his age. Either way his mind now haunted itself with the prospect of killing a near child for the sake of his operation. Was it worth to take a life for this?

He was not the only one risking things however. This boy was one of many who were already victims of Jungkooks’ rule, at least Yoongi knew the one kneeling before him had fought for a cause.

Clicking back the safety, Yoongi tightened his jaw ignoring the tears streaming down their cheek and the giant eyes staring back at him.

For a few seconds the younger male calmed himself to an almost peaceful breathing state. It was brief and hard to truly notice but Yoongi saw the little nod he gave him. Reassuring the older male that this needed to be done. One life to protect the many.

In a rush of adrenaline Yoongi pulled the trigger. It wasn’t as loud as the guns he received in the precinct. Perfect for quick and quiet executions especially during these occasions. For a moment he could pretend that nothing even happened. Though blood leaking from the hole made on the others’ forehead spoke a truer story.

To the side he dropped, light thud echoing in the room before nothing but silence plunged comfortably.

“The den in Gongneung needs to be put under heavy security. I remember him one of the boys who was patrolling there.” Jungkook nodded towards the unmoving figure before fixated his gaze on the two guards who immediately bowed in response. “And I want a private meeting with the person who brought him in as a tribute.” He finally turned to Yoongi, expression softening a little at how frozen the man was. Carefully he patted him on the back. “You did well, Yoongi. I know being a medical apprentice, this isn’t exactly your line of work but I need to see whether it’s safe to have you around.” A small smile played on his lips. “I suppose I can always trust Belle’s judgement.”

Yoongi forced him to meet the younger male’s gaze, an awkward smile flickered but quickly faded away as he dumbly watched Jungkook take the gun away from him and put it on the table gently.

The boy lay limp on the dark wood slowly being painted with blood, deepening its hue into a deep wine glistening in the lowlight. Definitely not a sight supposed to be seen on an auspicious day.

Jungkook watched the blood ooze across the room and merely stood over it to move closer to the door. “Clean this up. No more tasks until I get to the mansion.” He ordered simply. “Yoongi…”

His attention flicked back to reality in a rush of cold air before following Jungkook along like a confused puppy.

As the bright light almost burned his eyes, Yoongi pretended that he just woke up from a really bad dream and nothing ever happened. He learned how to do that very quickly in his career especially after he shot his first person in the field. Not the healthiest way to cope but his pay did not actually cover for therapy.

Jungkook dug his hands into his pockets looking out the window. A bright, perfect day to be married after so long of hearing one proposal after the other. It was finally done. Eyes flickered towards the raven haired male who finally caught up to stand next to him. “Unfortunately I have to ask you another favor as well, Yoongi.”

“Does it involve me killing anyone? Can I have a five minute break first?”

The younger male chuckled before shaking his head. “No…it’s—it’s a little more delicate than that.”

Yoongis’ brows furrowed, all of his attention now dissipated into what he was going to say. Though he hated to admit he had a small idea of who it involved.

Jungkook stammered before glancing around the hallway and sighing. “It’s about the wedding night…”

The first thing she took off was her heavy earrings as they were led into one of the private rooms to change into more comfortable clothing. Apparently Boyoung wanted to have a small word with the two of them before they went off to bed. Her limbs felt like they were going to pop out of their sockets with how exhausted she was. Who knew just wearing a heavy dress and walking around would take so much out of you.

Belle understand on a whole new level just how models felt having to create such a strong demeanor that even pain could not pass across their features. Hours spent on chatting people up and others admiring the now famous waistline on her dress. The girl loved the dress more because of the fact Saito made it just for her made her happy enough.

Jungkooks’ hand permanently set on the small of her back. The man had disappeared for a while during the party but from the way his face tensed when he walked back here, she knew it had to do with work.

The guide opened a door for them and they were led into a room similar to the one Belle dressed up in for the ceremony.

Giving a kind smile to the guide, she walked and placed her earrings on the small table next to the bathroom. For the moment the couple had finally stood on their lonesome with no one to disturb them.

The young lord took the opportunity to pounce at his new bride and take her lips into his.

Her veil toppled off her head from the force and Belle couldn’t help but giggle a little into the kiss. “Not now.” She whispered.

“A few minutes.” Jungkook breathed out pulling her veil off gently before pressing a few more pecks on her soft lips. Whatever strain tightened up his nerves significantly loosened being around his only source for relaxation.

Belle hummed in protest, pressing against his chest to have him pause. “Your aunt is going to be here in a few minutes. We need to be decent.”

Jungkook merely smirked and gave her another peck just at the moment the door opened.

Boyoung gave her nephew a cheeky smile as he backed shyly before closing the door behind them.

“What did you want to talk about?” Belle asked with a sweet smile gracing her lips.

The older woman let out a sigh but still kept a decent smile gracing her features. She looked over at Jungkook who hung his head for a moment. “Dear…” Her tone rung grim and serious. A rare sound coming from a lady who always looked extremely happy every day. Once again the usual habit of holding Belle’s hands when she spoke of something. “The Jeon family has been around for many generations. Possibly longer than the city itself.” Boyoung chuckled lightly. “So with that age and prestige, there comes…a few traditions that lived on for our family’s continual survival.”

Belle nodded, trying to search her expression with the hope that was just some simple task she had to undertake. Maybe eating more fruits or balancing stuff on her head. Except the other womans’ voice sounded far too serious for something like that. Eyes flickered over to Jungkook who had his arms folded over his chest and his expression softened.

“Family members must be married at 21…” Boyoung repeated the tradition the couple already fulfilled. “They also need to carry on the line of the Jeon family.” Her grip tightened on her hands. “Do you have any conditions that may prevent you from having a baby?”

She stammered lightly. “No—I don’t think so.”

Boyoung nodded before giving her a smile except it wasn’t as bright more consoling.

“Why are we talking about babies now?” Belle smiled nervously.

She glanced over at Jungkook for a moment who tightened his jaw, seemingly unable to look Belle straight in the eye. “You understand the world we live in, dear. At some point, you both will need to dedicate yourself to your own lives just like Jungkooks’ parents did. Which is why we make a point to marry and have children in their brisk days.”

Belle’s lips parted for a moment, sensing where this now dreaded conversation was headed. “When—when do you want us to have children?”

Boyoung took a deep breath as the younger female had the urge to yank her hands away. “There is a ceremony on the wedding night for every Jeon wedding. I’ve done it, Jungkooks’ mother has done it and many of our ancestors. You are to—lay with one another that will give you a child.” She spoke carefully. “Because of a few incidents in the past, there is a strict rule that this ceremony must have two witnesses. Preferably people that the couple trusts not to fib or lie about the consummation.”

Her whole body felt like it burst into flames but no one noticed or cared. A little voice inside her screamed out so loud, Belle was worried she might actually mimic the volume right there and then. She really thought this conversation would not happen until a few years after the wedding, maybe when her heart wore down to the subject. How much more of her naivety was going to be shredded to waste before she realized these people did not care who they hurt. Especially when it came to their ideals.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, dear but—we must prepare tonight.” She caressed her cheek.

Belle could almost feel a slight sting on her skin at the seemingly affectionate movement. Blood curdling screams still echoed through her insides but on the outside, she nodded as any captive trying to live would do. Just nod and hope it ends quick.

Boyoung immediately smiled using the minor response as a reassurance boost before grinning at Jungkook. “I will see you both bright and early tomorrow.” She announced walking out of the door.

The couple now standing in a pit of thick silence.

“You knew about this.” Belle whispered, eyes growing glossier by the second as they stood face to face with one another. “Is that the part you conveniently forgot? The part where I’m supposed to make children for you tonight too.” She winced while Jungkook was trying conjure up words that would be most appropriate to reassure her.

Unfortunately the way their family worked and the way society worked were so far off from each other that even he felt helpless against it. “Belle, we’ve been doing it without protection this whole time. What’s going to be so different now?”

“They want me to be impregnated!” She shouted making the male hurriedly glance over at the door worried someone might be listening in. “With witnesses…” She whispered under her trembling breath.

“Baby, calm down.” He raised his hands to cup her cheeks, give her some form of comfort that he could while still making Boyoung and the rest of his family happy.

Belle roughly pushed him away, her bracelet tinkling and tugging at the fabric of his shirt when she moved back. “No that’s why you chose me, isn’t it?” Voice shook down to her very core as she yanked away from Jungkook attempting to hold her hand. “You wouldn’t feel bad if I was in display as opposed to someone you actually cared about.”

The lord paused in his tracks for a moment feeling his heart clench at the dark thought swirling in his wifes’ head. “I don’t want to do this just as much as you, B.” His words faded more into a mutter trying to keep the conversation private because he knew with all his soul that there was one person pressing their ear against the door. Thankfully most of these doors in the mansion were decently sound-proof. “You think I want people to see us like that?” He grabbed her by the cheeks now forcing to keep her close, noses just brushing against each other. “This is my family. You should know more than anyone that we can do everything for family.”

“Don’t do that.” She shook her head, breathing out a small sob and attempting to pull away from him again but his hands were firm to keep her still. “Don’t do that, this is not the same. It’s a baby—”

“I know.” He whispered, her pulse pounding against his palm making his stomach drop. “I do care about you. I care about you a lot…”

“No you don’t—” Belle hated that she was not just feeling anger pump through her veins but fear. Genuine fear. The permanency of what they were about to do could terrify anyone but at least normal people had the chance to say no or turn back.

“I do.”

She took a deep breath gently pushed his hands away. “If you did care about me…we wouldn’t be married. And I wouldn’t be preparing to be bred like an animal.” Swallowing down the painful lump in her throat despite the tears already trailing down her cheeks. People cried at weddings after all but rarely for this reason.

Before Jungkook could say another word Belle rushed away into the bathroom, slamming the door so hard it almost made even him jump.

No. No no no no no no no no no this was wrong. Of all the fucking things Yoongi witnessed in his entire life, this made him nauseous even thinking about it.

Witnessing impregnation. That’s what they called it, the men quietly smoking at the open area near the bedroom it was going to happen. The excited bastards looked to be about the age when it was acceptable in their time to behave in this manner, chin sagging down to their toes.

So along with mass selling drugs, the Jeon family loved impregnating their women in front of other people. How unsurprisingly disappointing.

The worst part was that Yoongi had a feeling Belle wasn’t a long-time girlfriend of Jungkook. He wasn’t even sure if the two were a real couple. But a child is fucking real. This wasn’t a fantasy game anymore for status, this was solidifying a future that the woman probably didn’t even want.

Silence plunged into the room when from the corner of his eye a lavender adorned figure stepped in next to Jungkooks’ aunt.

His plump lips curled up into a smile at the older female, bowing down before a grim expression flashed across his face and Yoongi immediately knew why he was here.

Jimin looked around at the people in the room and his heart dropped seeing the chortling men at the corner. He prayed to the high heavens none of them were going to be in the booth observing this horrendous ceremony. Instead his eyes flickered to the man he hoped was Yoongi. “Witness?” He asked briefly. Much to his somewhat relaxation, Yoongi nodded.

“This your first time?” One of the older man asked the two males.

They both agreed shortly and the older man laughed.

“Oh it’s better than it sounds. In all my experiences, they both loved it. Sometimes it’s a sweet affair.” He smiled.

“And other times?” Yoongi asked daringly.

Unfortunately the men shifted uncomfortably, the slightly younger ones cleared their throats while the older ones looked more grim than normal.

“Virgins are the worst to endure.” The oldest one there spoke up, shaking and sitting on the chair. “Crying…blood…those are the ones you need to worry for the most.”

“We haven’t had a virgin in a long time though.” A more springy man spoke up. “A few of us suggested that the mating ceremony should not be mixed in with losing one’s virginity. Not much fun for the to-be mother or father.”

Yoongi swallowed down thickly, their casual tone about this whole mess making him even more nauseous.

The conversation was immediately paused when Boyoung padded back into the room. “It’s time now, boys. Into the booth.” She muttered almost under her breath gesturing towards to the gap on the left of the entrance.

Taking calculated steps one after the other, Yoongi simply followed the lavender adorned male through the small opening into a tiny booth. Their shoulders brushing against each other as they observed the beautiful designed window, vectors formulating the letter ‘J’ mixed with butterflies and flowers.

However through the window was something far less pleasant.

Silence diseased the large room. Belle was left to hear her own hurdling thoughts just to stay sane. From the corner of her eye she noticed the shifting through the open window with a designed barrier to create some kind of class to this horrid tradition.

His hand pushed her chin so her gaze could be fixated on him. “It’s just you and me, okay?” Jungkook whispered. “Just us.”

Like a brainwashing scheme where Belle was stuck in a river between a bank of fantasy and a bank of reality. They were not alone. She could feel the familiar eyes burning right into core. But what was so new about pretending? She pretended this to a point where her entire life was now dedicated to the man before giving no chance of another life.

If Jungkook couldn’t get out this then how could she ever think the same? It wasn’t like she could run away either, there was no one around to help her. No one to stop this.

Hand gently cupped her cheek before leaning in for an initiating kiss, light warmth spreading through her. His lips became so familiar for comfort nowadays that Belle lost a little of her conscious sense for her own peace of mind.

However this was not meant to be an act of love or even attraction. She was reminded of this when Jungkook pushed the fabric of her dress up without warning. “I’m sorry.” He whispered in her ear. No this was a responsibility. A chore to get done on a to-do list curated for the young lord.

Made to lie on her back, Belle’s vision grew blurry feeling her legs being spread apart with the utmost care but hardly any of the warmth she usually remembered. Then there came the burn through her entrance as he pushed in. A trembling breath passed through her lips struggling to keep composure in such a vulnerable position.

Walls ached the deeper he moved in, his one hand gripping at the sheets until his hips stilled once she was completely full with his already throbbing cock.

Her gaze flickered up to the cherry blossom paintings on the ceiling, pretending a cool spring breeze touching her face and the sound of water flowing. This isn’t real. For a second Belle forced herself to drown into a pool of fantasy. This wasn’t real. The pain faded minutes ago and so did her sense of consciousness.

She wasn’t here, arms pinned down by strong hands and hot breath cascading down her neck. No it was back at the boutique. Belle spending hours sewing her favourite daffodil yellow dress with a tall cup of iced coffee and her hair in a comfortable bun.

Her head was pulled back into reality when Jungkook pressed a kiss on her lips and it all poured back into her. Legs aching from the spread, her heat a little numb from the friction while no sound passed her lips except for light heaving.

Yoongi struggled to control his heavy breathing as the scene took place before him. The man felt like a prisoner witnessing his inmate being beaten. He just had to watch cruel reality play out it’s painful dance. Having the stomach for it was not his biggest issue. Except he knew Belle was not here out of unconditional love for Jungkook. He promised himself to always help people in need but truly aiding someone to freedom required a hefty journey in the process.

Right at this moment however that sentiment seemed like empty words.

This was not Belle’s world. The idea itself was what caused a pit in his already upset stomach. She didn’t grow up in this life nor did she choose it. It was never supposed to a part of her but now she had to deal with evil test of fate.

Jungkook intertwined his fingers with her loose ones, pressing reassuring pecks on her jawline as his hips snapped against hers. Sneaking a free hand between her legs he rubbed onto her clit hoping to give her some kind of pleasure while his own orgasm rolled to the edge.

A light tickle shot through her but stopped midway when she could feel him reaching his release. The way his face contorted and his thrusts grew desperate but sloppy.

This isn’t real. Fingers fisted at the sheets. This isn’t real. A light groan uttered under his breath. This isn’t real. More tears burning and gathering at her overflowing eyes.

This is real.

The man stilled as his release burst through his veins.

Her body lay compliant as she felt herself being filled up to the brim. Belle sucked onto her bottom lip, closing her eyes almost trying to turn back time somehow.

Jungkook hesitantly leaned in and tried to press a kiss on her cheek.

“Get off me.” She whispered. “Please.”

The male paused feeling a burning behind his eyes when she still tried to be kind despite what he did. Pulling out of her gently, Jungkook got off the bed with a shaky sigh curling his hands into fists when he couldn’t comfort her. How could he? He was the reason she needed comfort in the first place. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Jungkook turned away to the bathroom.

Yoongi didn’t realize he had been gripping onto the grill of the window the whole time, until he felt something wet on his palms. When he pulled away it felt like taking a splinter out tiny little bleeding holes interrupting the lines.

His ears pricked up at the trembling sigh the other let out.

When he looked over at him, his cheeks were already stained with tears while a few more flooded at the brim watching Belle slowly shift to the middle of the bed. “I have—” The male whispered before swallowing down painfully. “I have to go to work after this.”

The both of them helplessly watched the girl shake and force herself to sob quietly as she fixed her dress.

“Please…go see if she’s okay. If you can.” The pleading look in Jimin’s eyes mimicked the ache in his exhausted heart. They both knew Belle didn’t deserve this mess. They both witnessed her kindness and now saw her pain.

Yoongi nodded even though it was clear there was nothing any of them could do for her right now. Not at this moment. God if he could just tell him right there and then that he was trying his best to help her out of here.

But when he saw the way Belle curled into herself and tried to take to deep breaths while tears were still streaming down her face.

He knew he had to do a whole fucking more than his best.

Two nights later.

Sun felt warm on her skin, shoes crunched against the pavement as she relished in the murmurs and cheers of the market. How long had it been since the woman had just walked through this corner of wonders? All the high fashion shows, sleek garments and elegant wear were almost nothing compared to the raw simplicity of the red cotton or hand crafted jade jewelry. Belle remembered how she used to create necklaces out of flowers and little stones giving it to Taehyung as a gift because he was the only one who would accept it.

No matter how high she went in this pillar of success, this still brought a warmth in her heart without fail.

Wandering eyes paused on one clothing stall in particular. Padding closer, she saw the smallest pair of yellow shoes shining in the sunny day just at the edge of the display. A smile tugged at her lips when she noticed tiny daisy details embroidered onto it. Carefully the woman picked the pair up almost worried that it might fall apart because they looked so delicate and innocent.

“You have child?” The lady at the stall smiled at her kindly as she waved herself with a fan to waft away the heat.

Belle smiled, relishing the soft fabric under her fingers pads almost acting as a therapeutic substance. “Not yet.” She chuckled softly. “How much is this?”

The lady boxed the shoes up carefully before handing it to her with a bracelet for free. When Belle tried to refuse, she waved it off with that same sweet smile. “It’s for good fortune.”

With slight reluctance the girl thanked her again and moved onto the other stalls. As her eyes wandered, she stopped at the sight of a familiar figure walking out of the market area towards a pay phone. Forehead knitted and curiosity peeking, Belle moved to the more crowded areas so she could see what was happening without being caught. Sneaking around was not the most elegant behavior but at this point, the girl lost all care of what was proper and improper.

Pausing behind the payphone Belle hugged the bag to her chest finally catching Yoongis’ voice speak into the call.

“Jeon family is more traditional than you think, man. They had witnesses to watch the consummation.” Anger was clear in his tone especially in the way it rasped a little more when he tried to lower his volume. “Jungkook handpicked the damn witnesses, what kind of fucked up family is this?”

Belle felt a strange air of relief hearing someone else say those words other than her screaming it over and over again in her mind. Despite the urge to thank him for reassuring her sanity, she stood still to listen when he spoke up again.

“Jungkook is adding extra security to the Gongneung den, all his strongest supplies are there. He knows there’s rats in his empire so we need to get this done before he finds a way to hide all of it again.” His voice was much lower than before.

The woman still caught all the words that were needed however. Heart pounded against her ribcages padding closer to the payphone until the worry of Yoongi seeing her did not resonate anymore.

Yoongi gave a few more words of encouragement to Namjoon before doing his checks again and the sound around him numbed. He saw a familiar reddened and teary gaze fixated on him. For a moment he wanted to believe that she just arrived not hearing a word of their conversation but he knew better than to be so naïve.

Before he could think up a strategy, Belle rushed over to the male in a huff and stood merely a breath away from him with her back pressed slightly against the phone. There was a flash of anger on her face before it faded into something that made Yoongi wish the anger could come back again so he could endure it better.

“You’re a police officer?” Bottom lip trembled and her already exhausted eyes flooded with heavy tears. “And you just watched that happen?” Belle knew why Yoongi couldn’t just burst into the room and stop the event just like she couldn’t stop Jungkook or Boyoung from going on with tradition. But the sensible side of her lost its way that night and now the girl found it far too difficult to find it.

“If I could, I would’ve shot all of them right there and then.” He murmured feeling his stomach drop at the way her voice couldn’t keep any of its usual composure anymore. “I want you to get out of this. I really do. But we need to—we need to work together if this is ever going to stop.” His words dialed down to a whisper now that their faces were merely a breath apart. It took a few minutes for him to realize that his hand was caressing her cheek, sloppily wiping away the tear that flowed down to his thumb.

How long had it been since she wanted to hear someone say those words? Someone that could help her get out of this. A part of her would have agreed in seconds, for the first time falling into another’s arms and feeling like she did not have to do anything. But the tiny yellow shoes in the bag grew heavy on her. “Yoongi—” Belle breathed out staring down at her purchase, hands shaking.

Confused eyes flickered down to follow her gaze and immediately saw the miniscule box inside the bag. “What’s wrong?” He opted to search her expression now. “Belle?” Some side of his mind tried to shout that his hand should be back in his pocket. If anyone saw the two standing this way then they would both be in trouble and none of this would be worth it. But she felt so warm and broken that he was afraid they both would fall apart if he moved even the slightest away.

Belle stammered trying to form the words somehow before sniffling. “I’m pregnant.” She sobbed lightly.

The news lingered heavily in the air between them and Yoongi felt like the wall of his mind close into this one thing. All of the things—all of these goals now stripped down to these two words that he prayed would not be true. He knew it might be possibility. He saw the whole thing happen with his own two eyes but for some reason a more naïve part of him—whatever was left of it—wanted to believe they had time. Yoongi took a deep breath before shaking his head. “It’s okay…we’ll figure it out.” He made her meet his gaze. “We’ll figure it out, I promise.”

She closed her eyes, nodding while her tears seemed to take their own freedom down her face. “Okay.” Words came out in a whisper.

The older male couldn’t help but mimic her nodding for a moment, slowly moving his hand away and hoping no one in the town recognized them. “Do you need a ride home?”

Quickly the girl shook her head feeling an ache in her belly calling the place ‘home’. It would be their child’s home. She would have to accept that someday. “Can we—” She glanced over at the bustling market. “Can we walk through the market for a little bit?” A sad smile tugged at her lips though her eyes glinted with desperation to capture any sense of false joy that came across the path.

Yoongi swallowed a small, unexpected lump in his throat before glancing at the market. “Yeah…of course.”

Maybe a few more minutes of blinded excitement could redeem that little piece of sanity.

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First Letter: Me

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Dear Reader,

If you are reading this, I hope you had a nice day. I’m certain that you still do not know who I am as I have not introduced myself yet. So, If you are interested in getting to know me, please keep on reading :)

Hi! I would like to formally introduce myself. I am Renalyn Dhana Sanchez Igmen, born on the 7th day of April 2003 and now 17 years old. I am a grade 12 student at University of Perpetual Help System DALTA-Molino taking the academic strand STEM. The reason behind my choice of strand is because of my ambition of becoming a doctor, although it is uncertain whether I would pursue this dream or not. One things is for sure, though; I will be taking the course Bachelor of Science in Psychology on college. Why? I will tell you later. Let me further introduce myself, first..

I am the eldest daughter of my parents and I have one younger sister. Due to this fact, I have grown to be independent. I always run errands for my mom and do a lot of things on my own. Though I also need help sometimes, I would prefer being the one helping instead. I will call myself reliable. If you need a helping hand, you can reach out to me and I will do my best to help in any way I can. As a student, when it comes to group tasks, I like taking charge whenever there is no one else initiating. I can lead but I also make sure to listen to everyone’s opinions. I am also a responsible student. However, I prefer doing my assignments a day before the deadline or on the day of the deadline because I am more motivated knowing the deadline is near. I always make sure I did my best though. I pay attention to details and make sure my works are well-thought of. I am a visual learner. I am able to learn more efficiently when I read or write something than listening to someone talking. When it comes to subjects, I struggle in most parts of Math related subjects, perform averagely in Science subjects and mostly do well in English subjects because it has always been my favorite subject since elementary school.

As a person in general, I can’t say I am very friendly. I like having friends and talking to friends but I am not very good in conversing with new people. I am neither an introvert nor an extrovert, the term is ambivert. I may seem aloof at first but don’t let my appearance fool you because that is just me being shy. Approach me and I would love to talk to you. However, I do have a smaller circle of friends now compared to what I had back in junior high school. I like to keep it that way because of a bad experience I had back then, I was betrayed by some people I considered close friends. But, that’s all in the past now. I am very happy with how things are working now.

When it comes to my personal interests, I have a lot of things to tell. My hobbies are reading, writing, watching movies/shows, baking, fangirling, playing mobile games. I love reading, though not always books. I own a lot of short novels and fiction books but that is only because they are affordable and accessible. For the other things I am interested in, I can only research and read about them in the internet. That is why I believe I am fortunate for being born in the time of technological innovation. I also love writing, may it be stories, or short poems. I also love watching movies (mostly romance and fantasy genres), Korean dramas and some Anime. After taking the elective Baking in junior high school, I grew an interest in it, that is why I also began practicing it at home. I am not an expert but I can bake! I am also a fanatic of the K-pop boy group EXO, that is why fangirling is one of my hobbies. Lastly, playing mobile games is my past time and source of entertainment.

When I was very young, I wanted to be a fashion designer. I loved drawing dresses and I was very girly. Then, when I was in elementary school, I wanted to be a teacher, probably because I have a big respect and great admiration to my teachers. But, upon reaching junior high school, I started seeing what I really wanted. I want to be a doctor and I also found myself interested in things related to Psychology and Abnormal Psychology. For some reason, I just grew a deep interest in mental illnesses and this is also what opened my eyes to the importance of mental health. I want to advocate on Mental Health Awareness as it is a relevant issue that is still being overlooked by most people in our society. That is why, I want to study B.S. Psychology in college. Whether or not I will go to Medical School after getting my bachelor’s degree will depend on the state of my life during that time.

I am very sorry for the long introduction. But, I do hope you have an idea about who I am now. Take note that this is only my first letter to you and there are more to come. <3

Before ending this letter, I want to share my motto in life: “Life isn’t about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself.” Drop your worries and let time flow. You don’t have to rush things because life is not a race and we all have our own pace. The person you are meant to be is not like a treasure that you will find buried in a chest, rather, he/she is created and shaped throughout your journey. So, keep in mind that the person you will be is all up to you.

Yours Truly, Dhana

#MIL #STEM1203

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sctisfctions · 4 years

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( emeraude toubia, 28, cis female, she/her ) Have you seen CARINA TORRERO around ? I hear they’re an ESCORT who can sometimes be GREEDY & IMPULSIVE. But I also heard they can be DETERMINED & ADAPTIVE if you catch them on a good day. They’re usually hanging around LA CASA DI MATEO in their spare time. I sure hope they’re alright ! ( mandy )

Hello all! I’m Mandy and this is my child, Carina Torrero She’s… a lot, so bless your soul for finding your way to this intro.

Full name: Carina Cecilia Torrero Nickname: Care, Cari, C.C. Age: 28 Nationality: Mexican and Lebanese Religion: N/A City of birth: Laredo, Texas The current place for living: Chicago, IL Job title: Eden Escort Married? No Spoken Languages: Spanish, English Birthday: October 30th Does she own a home? Yes

B A C K G R O U N D : ( updated Feb. 25th, 2021 )

Carina is the baby of her family and has always was spoiled as such; showered in gifts. In the small town of Laredo, Texas, the Torrero family was known as the richest family in town. While it was rumored that there were some underground dealings going on in the family business, none of those were true. In fact, The Torreros prided themselves on being the purest and most righteous family in the region. Rev. Torrero owned and pastored a Mega Church that made millions of dollars every week, on top of people throwing money at her parents for their “good work”. But it meant nothing to Carina because she always felt like the church always came before her. Every time they were absent from her biggest life events, a gift was sent to make up for it.

When Carina went to Drexel University to get her degree in fashion design and marketing, she planned on spending the first year goofing off and exploring what the world has to offer her. In a city like Philadelphia, it was easy to get lost in the hype of pre-game drinking sessions and post-game parties, getting sucked into hook-up culture and living as thought she’d never have a chance to touch this many people all at once.

Getting out of college and moving back in with her family in Laredo was odd, at first, leaving the sweet life of sin behind and pretending to be the angel the town was so used to. Kidding, of course, she couldn’t leave it behind. She started doing modeling on the side and ended up getting commissioned for a huge gig with a very risqué magazine. Before the photoshoot even happened, word reached her parents church and the rumors spread like wildfire across the town. Her parents looked down on her with shame and disgrace.

It felt all so overwhelming until she realized it’s all just Texas life. Outside of their region, no one even knows who her family is. She knew the only thing to do was to pack up her things, steal a couple million dollars from her parents ( which was barely a dent for them ), and move to Chicago where she could carry on a life of her own. Within a month of moving, she made friends with some people who worked at a club called Eden. They got her a job as an escort and, to this day, she’s been operating as a freelance designer by day and an escort by night.

Family:

Sisters or brothers: One older brother and sister Wife or husband: N/A. Children: None. Other important persons: Roommate(s)

Physical Characteristics:

Addictions: control, power Bad Habits: acting only for the good of herself Color of Eyes: brown The color of Hair: black The color of Skin: tan Dialect: american accent Does the character drink regularly? always Does the character have any disabilities? no Does the character prefer any proverbs? “the most important thing is to enjoy your life and be happy” - audrey hepburn Does the character smoke? sometimes Good Habits: open-minded, forward thinking, tidy. Height: 5′3″ Hobbies: reading, working out, instagram, binge watching, skin care routines, healthy eating Is she wearing Glasses? no Is the character healthy or does he have any diseases? she’s healthy What’s the style of the character? (modern, outmoded): sporty and sexy. is almost always wearing a sports bra, leggings, and sneakers.

Mental Characteristics

Education: Bachelor’s Degree in Fashion Design and Marketing Intelligent or not? smart enough. she picks things up quickly. Fears: being misunderstood, spiders Life Goals (next 5 years): get a mansion Life Goals (next 25 years): own a fashion empire Self-perception: idk she’s just trying to keep it all together Assumed external perception: she thinks people think she’s either great or a bitch, there is no in between. Self-Confidence: extremely confident Rational Or Emotional: rational How could you upset this character? compare her to her family

Wanted Connections ( all based on crazy ex-girlfriend/galavant songs )

any of these could be filled with gang affiliates of any kind !! It’d be fun to see how a gang affiliate would spice up these connections !!

PLATONIC

FRIENDTOPIA: Carina loves very few people on Earth. They’re the Joey/Chandler/Monica/Phoebe to her Rachel. They do practically everything together, as they spend pretty much every waking second together. They’re her roommates (they can work at Eden with her, but it’s not required).

LET’S GENERALIZE ABOUT MEN: a bitch-type group of friends that get together, sometimes drink, sometimes shop, or sometimes just share gossip and personal thoughts about what the hell is going on around them.

SECRET MISSION: They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. These people mutually hate someone and often come up with different ways in which they can make this person suffer. But it’s all just in good fun…… or is it?

OFF WITH HIS SHIRT: Any of the men she’s been with exclusively through Eden. Her “regulars” or “visitors”, if you will. She gets paid quite heavily whether she offers sex or just her general company.

MAYBE YOU WON’T DIE ALONE: Carina is the self-proclaimed Hook Up Guru of Chicago, so she’ll definitely attempt to hook you up with that person you’ve had your eye on and it sometimes isn’t subtle. But sex makes her happy, so helping her friends get laid makes her happy too.

AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE DONE FOR YOU: This person has gone to hell and back for Carina, yet she shows little to no gratitude towards them. It’s only a matter of time before their lid pops right off.

FACE YOUR FEARS: These are her older friends who help her figure out her shit and she ACTUALLY listens to them because she just trusts them more than anyone else.

GREG’S DRINKING SONG: Drinking buddies!! A lot of the instances Greg mentions in the song can basically just be different scenarios they’ve gotten themselves in.

ROMANTIC/SEXUAL:

IT WAS A SHIT SHOW: A bittersweet ex-boyfriend. They really didn’t have any choice but to end things. He has some things going on in his life, Carina wasn’t anywhere near ready for a monogamous relationship. They both agree… it was a DISASTER.

SETTLE FOR ME: Someone who, stupidly, has a crush on Carina and he literally doesn’t have a single chance in hell. I just think this kind of energy would be hella hilarious.

STRIP AWAY MY CONSCIENCE: One of the guys that she regularly hooks up/hooked up with. Maybe even dated, but it wasn’t anything more than sex, really. They’re still friends to this day.

SEX WITH A STRANGER: This is pretty straight forward. All of her hookups. I’m just gonna list them here for data purposes. They coulda been friends before or barely know each other. Honestly, if she avoided everyone she’s ever had sex with, she’d never leave her house.

ENEMIES:

MAYBE YOU’RE NOT THE WORST THING EVER: Bitter, toxic exes. This was one of her first real and intense relationships that happened in a time when she was the most vulnerable and unprepared. It ended HORRIBLY when they lashed out at each other and it’s hard to let those feelings go. If they can get over their own pettiness, they can at least hope to be frenemies.

JACKASS IN A CAN: People who really just DON’T think she’s all that. They thinks he’s very stuck up and don’t fall for her charming, blunt persona in the slightest. I’d just love someone to call her out on her bullshit.

I DON’T LIKE YOU: General dislike and sworn mortal enemies kind of situation. We can talk over what happened between them, but honestly, it wouldn’t be that hard to find something that she did… or someone.

WHEW this was long, but go ahead and press some buttons if you like and wanna plot with her!!

#crimson.intro #💫 ( carina torrero )

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nancythebisexualslutwheeler · 5 years

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5 Times Richie Wouldn’t Let Eddie See Him and the 1 Time He Did

This is part 2 to this ask. Enjoy! Xx T

1. So eventually the losers are allowed to visit Richie. But the second Eddie steps into the room, sheepish and last, Richie is screaming at him to get out. He doesn’t listen to what anyone has to say about the situation. There’s not much small talk to be made, but if not before this, their bond is solidified and everyone gives him as best of a hug as they can and more or less, tell him that they’re happy he’s alive.

2. The next time he sees Eddie is when his nurse pokes her head in,

“Honey, your friend has been out here quite awhile.”

“I’m not up for company.”

He can feel Eddie’s brown eyes on him.

“Richie,” and there’s so much in that one word. In his name. There’s twenty seven years between them.

“Go home.”

Bev shows up with a store bought cake. She explained to him that she never could bake. It’s funny how it made sense, even though he hadn’t seen her in all of these years.

“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?”

“The fact that I never sat around and talked boys with you?” He asks with a grin.

“No, you absolute idiot. Eddie? Our Eddie?”

“I just remembered five minutes ago.”

“Richie.”

“What? It’s a non issue.”

“Non issue? He’s been out there everyday. All day.”

“How do you know Beverly? Oh yes, because you’re here every day too. Like a good old friend.”

She snorts,

“Friend? Richie,”

“Don’t. Please don’t.”

“I don’t know what type of repressed shit-“

“Bev,” Richie chokes, tears springing to his eyes, “please don’t.”

Bev pats his hand,

“Okay honey. Okay.”

3. The next time he sees Eddie is when he wakes up. It’s early. Too early. Probably around six. He’s switching out the flowers on Richie’s bedside table. He didn’t realize someone needed to do that. He didn’t realize the flowers were always fresh. Of course it would be Eddie.

Eddie’s standing there, sheepish, hair not even bothered to be slicked back, looking disheveled as all hell. His facial hair is growing and Richie doesn’t think he’d be able to handle him in a full beard. He’s wearing a sweatshirt and track pants. He looks incredibly guilty,

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have,” he starts but cuts himself off when he realizes that Richie isn’t shouting at him.

“It’s fine,” Richie grunts out.

“I’ll just,” he points to the door.

Richie hesitates. He wants Eddie to come closer. He wants to see him. He wants him to say something.

“Can you get me a glass of water?” Richie asks slowly.

He doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing. Doesn’t know what he’s going to say when Eddie brings him his water. What he’s going to do. If he’s going to offer Eddie to sit or-

He’s pulled out of his obsessive thoughts,

“Of course. Of course let me just,” and Eddie rushes out of the room.

Richie hasn’t shut up in 42 years. He knows how to talk. He knows how to talk to Eddie too. Eddie was his best friend, for years. But now, Eddie knows he has a crush on him.

He wants to snort at the thought, a crush, yeah right. He may have had a crush on Eddie when they were ten. But now, now he’s a grown ass man with grown ass feelings about... well, another man.

If he wasn’t a pussy, if he, well if he’d thought about his feelings for Eddie. Processed them like an adult. But when was there time for that? Between near death situations?

By the time Eddie gets back with a glass of water, he’s worked himself into a panic. His hand is shaking when he reaches out to grab the glass and as the back of their hands slide together, he yelps,

“Get out. Get out.”

“Rich, man,”

“Get out!”

And Eddie just gives him a sad smile and walks out. Somehow the little paper hospital cup has a slice of lemon in it and Richie throws it against the wall. He’s fucked.

4. He can feel her presence before she even walks in the door. His sister Sarah is a force to be reckoned with. He hates her because she got all the attractive genes, leaving Richie with fuck all.

She sashays into the room. What are probably designer sunglasses on her head, holding back her wildly curly hair. She has piercing green eyes and she’s tall and thin with a Louis Vuitton bag over her shoulder and a basket of what looks like utter shit in her hands.

“Richie, you almost fucking died on me!” She shouts, throwing her stuff into the nearest arm chair. She’s wearing an olive green pea coat over a black sweater, jeans and a pair of high heeled gray booties.

Sarah is. What is Sarah. She’s a fashion designer. For lack of a better word. She’s not exactly sewing the clothes tooth and nail like high school anymore, nor has Richie seen her with a sketch book recently. The point is she’s rich, and fun and relatable and literally ended up on the Top Bachelors/Bachelorettes List of 2017. It drives Richie crazy. He’s the actually famous one dammit. And he hadn’t even made the cut. It kills him the way Sarah charms her way through interviews. Shit, she gets papped more than him it feels sometimes. Suddenly, all that charm is on him and she crosses the room to throw her arms around him.

She feels like home, and smells like Bath and Body Works Warm Vanilla Sugar since she has since she was thirteen and Sarah. The Sarah Tozier is crying into his shoulder.

“I love you Richie. Stop trying to be a hero all the fucking time.”

“A hero?” He asks, slightly confused.

“Yes,” she hisses, “there’s no way you own anything valuable enough to fight off a mugger for.”

He splutters,

“Is this face not valuable Sarah?!” He asks dramatically.

She rolls her eyes,

“Shut up Rich. I’m serious. What the fuck were you thinking? Look at you!”

“What? I’ve never been better,” he grits out.

“Never been better?! Fuck off with the jokes, we’re not seventeen! Never better? Concussion, punctured lung, this fucking cut on your face! Broken ribs. Sprained ankle. Richie, you’re tore the fuck up.” She says, sliding next to him in the bed.

Richie sits in silence, feeling throughly scolded.

“They have coffee here?”

“It’s shitty.”

She nods,

“Aren’t you like some huge celebrity now? Couldn’t you have sprung for a nicer place?”

He knows she’s gotten it off her chest, is less mad now and more concerned, so he slides back into bickering with her,

“First of all, I’m pretty sure no hospital has a fucking Starbucks adjoining the lobby. And second, your taste is about as putrid as that color coat.”

Her jaw drops,

“Take that back!”

“Never!”

“I’m gonna beat your ass when you’re put back together. There’s no way you of all people are insulting the way I dress.”

“I did and I am my beautiful sister.”

“Alright, turn on this damn tv because I’ve heard enough of your mouth already.”

“Your words wound me.”

“They should. I’ve been here like ten minutes.”

There’s a lull in conversation as he turns easily to where he knows Dr.Phil will be on.

“Speaking of which-“

“Here we go.” He starts.

“I know that I did not see that little cutie Eddie fucking Kaspbrak outside!” She all but squeals.

Before Sarah ended up fucking hating them like older sister’s do, back in the day, she had fucking loved them. In fact, Sarah was a big reason that Richie even started thinking about Eddie that way. She was always pushing them together. Not even like that, but in a way that grouped them all up. Bill and Bev. Stan and Mike and Ben. And Eddie and Richie. Eddie and Richie.

“He’s not cute. He’s a grown ass man.”

“I didn’t ask you if he was cute.” She looks him over once. “So a reunion?” She asks.

Very pointedly, Instead of asking “Is there something you need to tell me?”

“Um yeah. All of us losers were there.”

“Including Eddie fucking Kaspbrak.”

“Sarah.” He says. Daring her, almost.

“You never settled down.”

“Neither did you,” he argues.

“I’m busy fucking my way through pre-Bachelorette contestants.”

“Sarah.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“You’re what?!”

“And your gay.”

“Sarah!”

She glares at him. Daring him to challenge her.

“Tit for tat?”

She nods,

“Tit for tat.”

“Deadass?”

“Deadass. For Eddie, right?”

“Always for Eddie. Are you.. anything else? In a relationship perhaps?”

“Yeah. I’m.. it’s a something. Did you tell him?”

“He.. found out.” He grinds his teeth. Forgets to ask his question.

“Do you remember when you kissed him?”

“I what?!”

“You were five. I married you in the backyard. I omitted the kiss, but it was you who insisted.”

“I did not.”

“Did to.”

“Does he know?” Richie asks.

“Why is Eddie out there instead of in here?” She snaps back.

Richie can’t believe it. His own sister knew. And she’d, she probably hadn’t forgotten. There had been no reason for her to lose her memories. So this whole time she’d known about Richie’s feelings. She’d said nothing. She.. she treated him the same. She’d loved him anyway. And suddenly he’s crying.

She holds him, like she always does, and he very pointedly does not think about Eddie outside in the waiting room.

“I love you Richie.”

“I tolerate you.”

“That’s my cue to leave.”

It takes her awhile to get her things and get herself together, and suddenly Richie is at the door, hugging her again.

“You’ve gotta tell him.”

“You need to talk to Eddie.”

Richie grins,

“Tit for tat?”

She hesitates before nodding and opening the door,

“Tit for tat.”

He’s just shutting the door when she trills,

“Oh my god. Eddie, sweetie. I haven’t seen you in years! Do you want to go grab lunch or something? Richie’s just exhausted. So it will probably be a few hours before he’s recovered.”

Richie shuts the door and crawls into bed, mind reeling.

5. “Richie honey!” It’s Janice, his favorite nurse and her favorite patient.

“Yes Janet?”

“You know I’m going on vacation tomorrow.”

“I know, you witch. What about it?”

“Well you haven’t talked to your gentleman friend yet and you’ll probably be discharged by the time I’m back so,”

“Janice, I’m really not.”

“Honey, he’s right here. “

Eddie pokes his head in and his hair is still a mess and he’s got a little bit more than a five o’clock shadow, which means he hasn’t left.

“Janet.” He says desperately. “I don’t feel well, I can’t.”

“Richie please,” Eddie says desperately.

“I said I don’t feel well. Please don’t,” he says weakly.

“Richie honey, sooner or later-“

“Oh shut up and get out, get the fuck out Janice!” He snaps.

He sees the hurt flash across her face and then the door shuts forcefully.

+1:

Richie’s being discharged. Sarah had to go back to New York, so Mike was bringing him to the airport. He’d left a card for Janice at the front desk with a promise to tickets to one of his shows, had his slides on, and was ready to go.

He’s not expecting Eddie to be in the waiting room. Still. He’s got his hair slicked back and he’s bare faced again. He must have a flight of his own to catch.

“Richie,” he says quietly.

Richie looks down, he doesn’t want to do this right now. He’s tired.

“Just, tell me if I’m wasting my time. It’s been ten days. I haven’t left your side. I. We need to talk about this. Can we please talk about this?”

“What’s there to talk about? You’re married. To a woman.”

“We’re separated. We’ve been separated. I didn’t like, leave her for you. You’re not that special,” he jokes.

“But you said-“

“Yeah, like I’m gonna show up and say I’m a failed divorcee.”

“Eddie I don’t have time-“

“Ask me.”

“Ask you what?”

“If I love you too.” He says quietly.

“I’m not gonna,” Richie’s stuck between wanting to collapse onto the ground and run away.

He tried to tell himself that it doesn’t matter if Eddie loves him, it doesn’t. They haven’t known each other for nearly thirty years. They each have their own respective lives. It doesn’t. This isn’t a fairytale. Richie has a life. Shows and obligations and he’s gonna be an uncle, holy shit. He has a girlfriend for Christ’s sake. So no, it doesn’t matter if Eddie loves him too. It’s too late for that. Life doesn’t work like that.

“Richie I,”

“Don’t!” He all but shouts, “I swear to fucking, don’t! It’s not fair.”

“Not fair? Richie what-“

“We can’t just be together. There’s, I have a life. You have a life. You have a job. You’re going through a divorce! No matter how we feel, it’s not, okay. It’s not, things aren’t just going to fit magically into place.”

“They can if we try.”

That sounds too much like the truth. Richie’s gut hurts. He doesn’t want to try. He doesn’t even want to start, because he knows he will not stop. No matter how things go. And if they ride hard, they’re going to crash and burn, fast. He’s lived his entire life in denial. He’d rather never know then to have things go south. And quickly.

He has to go, he has to get out of this situation.

“Can we try?” Eddie begs, “Give me a chance!”

“That’s the thing Eds. It wouldn’t be a chance. It would be unlimited chances. And if things don’t work out, I can’t handle it.”

“So you’re counting us out before we’ve even tried?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

He tries to duck around Eddie, he’s got to get out of here.

“Richie, I love you. And I know it’s been like two weeks since our feelings came back but god they came back and I love you. I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone before. I hadn’t realized that until now. What love actually felt like. Truly felt like. Please give me a chance. Let’s work this out, let’s.”

Richie looks up when he hears Eddie’s voice crack. There’s tears in his beautiful brown eyes and he has his own stitches in his face and he’s thought of about ten jokes about their matching scars if they do get together. Get together.

“I don’t,”

“Dammit!” And Eddie is kissing him.

He’s soft but firm and his huge palm and resting on the back of Richie’s neck and his mouth is hot, and slick. He finds himself standing completely still, just letting himself be kissed.

Richie breaks away panting,

“I can’t take anymore. I have to go.”

“Richie please.”

“Stop for gods sake. Mike is waiting for me.”

“I can drive you!” He says desperately.

Richie shakes his head,

“I’m okay.”

Eddie frowns in disappointment. Richie feels bad leaving, he does. But he’s scared, and it’s his first kiss with a guy and the guy is Eddie. But he can’t take it anymore. He’s anxious to get to the pharmacy to pick up his prescription because his ribs are killing him, and he’s nervous to return to an empty apartment.

Eddie’s still staring at him and Richie adjusts his backpack straps before leaning in to kiss Eddie’s cheek,

“I’ll text you when I’m on the plane.”

He starts walking away,

“Richie!” Eddie calls.

Richie turns around,

“I-“

Richie shakes his head. Smiles a bit.

“I know.”

#Reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrack #it 2017 #it 2019 #fan fiction #it fan fiction #reddie fan fiction #my writing

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loveurn · 4 years

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ego.

@principalles //

‘well he is the most wanted single man of his company, handsome, womanizer, ceo' is what she’d said. she being seonhee, one of the girls who worked in the advertisement sector of their branch. sooyoung made it her job to know everyone each time she walked in the break room, as being assistant meant she had to deliver the awful news of another overnight project or a proposal that needed revising.

that also meant she was in charge of delivering the news of about the company retreat to everyone. the weather was getting hotter and the offices were getting stuffier and somehow the rooftop lunch breaks didn’t do it for anyone anymore. people were stuffy and cranky and sooyoung’s lovely director suggested taking everyone go on a retreat near jeju island, enjoy the beach for a little and celebrate a successful fashion week.

everyone meaning the proposal was given to other departments as well and sooyoung was busy for delivering the impulsive news. to where seonhee asked if she had anyone else to ask and she showed her extensive list of directors, assistants, departments. that’s when dylan’s name was spotted, someone sooyoung planned on asking alter as she knew he had a packed schedule today. that had brought laughter, and seonhee’s insistence that dylan would never come and not to waste her time.

to which sooyoung is once again enlightened by how much the break room seems to know about dylan though she spends a lot of time outside the office. the dylan who is always suggesting they go out places ( for research ) and sooyoung always insisting he needs his rest.

so color her confused and that’s when the response comes.

‘that’s why he wouldn’t come out to a retreat, it’s prime territory for the hawks to pounce.’ “excuse me the hawks?” ‘every department with a single young woman who just got her swimsuit body ready.’

to which sooyoung doesn’t understand the purpose of showing off a beach bod to a ceo when they’ll still have assignments during the retreat, and dylan will most likely be surrounded by his team and his associates but - that’s not her business. her business is technically just to deliver the news and be about her day. but every time she’s in the break room there’s something else happening. and it’s always more interesting than the dozen coffees she needs to pre-made for her boss who drinks them like water but always wants them a second into room temperature.

‘though, it’s something guys thrive off, maybe he’ll attend.’ “which is?” ‘ego sooyoung-ah, e-g-o. they love having their ego stroked.’

at this point sooyoung’s taken to just texting people about the news since obviously seonhee has more she wants to tell her about everything she knows regarding the retreat that hasn’t happened and the questions she hasn’t asked.

[ sent: dylan ] director cho wants everyone to take the following weekend off for a retreat to busan beach resort. please click the link to rsvp if you’d like to go! once you’re confirmed you will receive a message from me regarding the itinerary. message me for any questions you might have!

“ego,” she really should brush up on her english again. ‘here listen to this while you finish your errands today.’ seonhee’s typing a song into her phone, sooyoung’s surprised that she already has it, and also surprised that dylan is responding to her when she knows he has a meeting in,

negative ten minutes.

[ received: dylan ] are you going? she also has two more floors to cover before her own meeting begins.

‘sooyoung-ah.’ seonhee’s calling to her as messages flood her phones, rsvp’s and questions alike. ‘make sure to tell dylan you’re going, bet that’ll change things.’

[ sent: dylan ] yeah i’ll be assisting with whatever company bonding shots the director wants. and finishing her unfinished tasks. why? did you need me in the city?

“yeah okay.” that’s one side of beak room gossip she’s not about to get in on.

her phone pings.

RSVP INCOMING! [ received: dylan ] i’ll drive us.

before sooyoung can explain to him why he will not be driving her, she’s headed out the door and engaging more employees in the news of their upcoming trip.

ii.

so sooyoung spends the time planning the trip. helping to plan what catering they might need for the beach parties, the reservations for the rsvp’s and the occasional people who change minds last minute. arranging and making sure everyone has accurate transportation and reports are in way before deadlines so that no one’s blaming midnight parties on missing deadlines and director cho is ripping their ass in a lobby during the breakfast bar. it’s happened and sooyoung would rather not wake up to that level of damage control. she’d had to play nice with the barista that morning to assure this was normal and she lived a decent life as an intern.

all the while, the song seonhee recommended occasionally makes it way to her headphones, catching her off-guard. but beyonce is always a good choice whether she’s finally reaching home late after finishing up reports or going over designs in her director’s office.

what sooyoung doesn’t do is spend too much time thinking over what’s said in the break room. it’s usually gossip that’s spawned from an inability to completely detach themselves from work. those who can’t find it in them to work how they should outside the break room find themselves struggling to make the workplace more than it is. not that seonhee is doing that - but as far as gossip is concerned, that’s what it is.

sooyoung listens, learns and then goes about her day. she’ll mull over it when she has time to think about anything other than her assignments. but at that point it’s late and she’s about to smash her face in a pillow.

that’s when the lyrics play over again.

It's too big (big) It's too wide (wide) It's too strong (strong)

seonhee’s words ring next ‘men like having their egos stroked’. visions of dylan in the suit they make sure is tailored perfectly.

sooyoung’s sure that she doesn’t need to brush up on her english but maybe, just maybe she needs to check her understanding of the word. there’s an incoming message from dylan making sure she’s made it home safe and once again solidifying that he’s going to drive her to the hotel.

with the lyrics playing in her head sooyoung makes it a point to get him to promise he will attend his morning meeting and meet up with everyone at the hotel afterwards. she’s somewhat thankful that her boss requested her to meet the team early to do head counts and review the hotel reservations. sooyoung goes to sleep with beyonce’s declaration, glimpses of the laughing emoji from dylan as well as the unwelcome sound of how it’d sound beside her resounding in her head.

iii.

sooyoung gets the appeal.

she’s never not understood the appeal she’s just always found it easier to focus on other things. dylan was attractive. figuratively, metaphorically, subjectively, objectively, literally, every -ly that could be thought of. he was attractive and everyone in the break room and the whole of seoul knew that. everyone at fashion week knew that and now everyone at the busan resort who didn’t know, would know.

not for the way the interns would flit past him when eh’d entered the establishment. not for the way sooyoung had to call attention to the assistants who still had things to check before their three day vacation could begin. not for the way the hotel front desk associate stumbled over her words when he’d asked if his room was ready, and subsequently gave him the best room ( as if sooyoung hadn’t assured he had it anyway but whatever ).

they know because it’s obvious. it’s obvious because he’s shown up to the resort in nothing more than slacks, a button up and shades and he’s commanding attention. he’s the ceo without ever opening his mouth and declaring. things magnetize towards him without so much of a grin and boy when the grin comes.

it’s impossible for people not to know that he is the most single, most sought-after, bachelor if not in the company, in the vast collection of men his age and his status.

even the bellboys are staring in awe.

until sooyoung’s reminding them who her director is and they need to take her bags up before she returns from begging the barista to open the day bar.

‘what floor are you?’ if dylan means it to be whispered he fails at that. and if sooyoung asks like she’s not surprised by the sudden onslaught of his cologne and well - stature, she does a terrible job. because dylan doesn’t wear particularly overbearing perfume cologne, just something subtle enough to say what it needs to. that he takes care of himself and his bathroom is probably worth more her entire apartment complex. either way, the good news is that everyone has headed up to their rooms, or to the beach. the bad news is that her only escape to the embarrassment that she’d squeaked - yes squeaked, is the elevator opening and sooyoung scurrying in.

of course with dylan following.

laughing, a sound that bounces off the elevator walls and has one target, only one and it’s each and every pore on sooyoung’s skin. every hair on her neck, every breath when she watches him reach for his number to press. and she knows, she knows he’s asking her what floor she is and it takes a few seconds to properly respond. because hm, was everything about him proportioned so well? but she responds before her thoughts make their way out her mouth.

“director cho needed me close so, right below you.” ‘easy for you to visit then right?’

and all responses that are usually so easy and quick when they’re in the office become stuck. stuck and then it’s silent. it’s silent and then the she forgets her headphones are still playing and the same lyrics play louder than she’d remembered them.

It won't fit (fit) It's too much (much) It's too tough (tough)

and she’s swallowing quick when dylan’s eyes land on her. sooyoung’s suddenly aware of her own entire, on how flushed she seems when she catch her her reflection in the elevator doors. a peasant blouse and jeans. off the shoulder and with the sleeves barely clinging to her shoulders and the red blush that definitely isn’t from the sun sticking to her cheeks.

she’s aware of, how small the elevator is. how dylan’s height is one of his strongest points. how the strongest might be the smile, the one that she thinks she sees it more than anyone else at the office can attest to. and then she doesn’t want to think about why. why it’s so blinding and why this elevator is small and her lips feel like they don’t know what they should do.

‘sooyoung?’

she’s brought back by the sight of her floor, and dylan watching, waiting.

‘see you tonight?’ and there’s a question in that, one hidden by the laughter that follows it after. and he’s smug because sooyoung’s sure, that for the first time in a while, she’s been occupied by the very thing that halts voices and girls at front desks alike.

“yeah i’ll be there!”

she’s greeted by a friendly text the minute she’s out the shower, and picking an outfit for the bonfire.

[ received: dylan ] didn’t know you were a beyonce fan?

and sooyoung wants to crawl under her blanket and scream but her room is soon taken over by co-workers ready to get ready for the starting bonfire. a tradition, to ensure that the weekend is full of fun and no work, they commemorate by getting shit-faced by the beach and keeping the stories a secret for the next bonfire a year later.

sooyoung’s heard tales but the excitement is enough to have the girls barging in her room to get changed, and help her because quote ‘i doubt you’ll actually pull out the outfits we suggested’.

iv.

one knit top, black shorts and knee-high boots later and sooyoung is already through with the night. but the party’s just started and everyone is attendance. can barely make it to a meeting on time but they’re bright and early for the bonfire, even early to account for all the drinks and even buy extra if there wasn’t enough.

typical.

the breeze from the beach makes up for the heat from the bonfire and the excitement makes up for the long week they’ve had and the long hours put into making sure this ran smoothly.

‘can’t believe he came.’

seonhee’s leaning against her, watching from where dylan chats with his team and fellow co-workers ( as she’d predicted ) the older members, the directors. because a retreat doesn’t mean all business ends even if assistants like to think so. the girls stand to the side, the newer interns mostly, waiting for their chance. they’ll have a better chance for their own superiors before chancing at dylan.

‘you’re right.’

sooyoung of course had said that slight aloud but she doesn’t regret it. she sips at the champagne and watches dylan in the same way that the others do. just observing, taking in the presence he commands even when he laughs, it’s another way in which he works and it’s so efficiently done she doesn’t know how he juggles it all. how he manages it so effortlessly. it’s admirable.

‘oh? this is new.’

sooyoung needs to put down this glass now before her mouth opens again.

“i just think he looks nice like this.” ‘with his sleeves pulled up and his hair back?’ “relaxed, seonhee relaxed.” ‘it’s okay to have the hots sooyoung-ie, everyone does.’

and for reasons unrelated to the champagne, sooyoung’s face colors again.

‘go stroke the ego a bit.’ “seonhee!”

but seonhee’s pushing her off, in the exact moment the crowd disperses as people head for the beach. girls ready to draw their boss’ attention move to strip and get as wet as possible in the water and sooyoung, sooyoung comes face to face with dylan.

dylan who, maybe it’s the bonfire, or the moonlight but his smile has sooyoung catching her breath.

‘having fun?’

she’s discarded her shoes when they start walking, enjoying the grounding feeling of the sand. the sound of co-workers screaming in delight, in joy at freedom.

“you’re not supposed to work on vacations.” comes her response. she’s not scolding him, and she doesn’t look up from watching the imprints her feet make in the sand. mainly because looking up means catching all that dylan has to offer and she’s not about that right now.

what she means is, you’re not supposed to look this good relaxing.

‘really?’

oh god no.

‘i didn’t think i was working.’

thank god.

“maybe i’m so used to you working then, it looked like it.” ‘that’s not good, i try to work less when it’s the two of us.’

jesus christ.

sooyoung’s not cold but there’s goosebumps rising on her skin and she fights the urge to itch at them, to calm them down and keep the warmth from spreading to her cheeks from sheer will alone. they’ve walked a considerable distance from the bonfire, she can still hear the fun, the music but it’s slowly fading in favor of the waves and the sound of their feet.

“i think it comes with the position.” it’s a whisper. just like the sound of his laughter, closer than it should be, the feeling of fabric on her shoulders. and a touch as light as that. ‘should we go back? you look cold?’ but there’s a shake of her head since words are going to fail her, they always fail her. instead sooyoung grips the edges and keeps walking. so dylan follows along. if she doesn’t focus on how her mind’s been betraying her lately, it’s nice.

maybe it’s the silence, maybe its the comfort that she always slips into when she’s around him that brings the comfort. maybe it’s the glass of wine that she probably shouldn’t have asked be refilled.

“when we walk back the new interns are going to lose it.” ‘is that so?’ it’s half of a hum, half a response and sooyoung can hear the smile, see it out the corner of her eye. she dares not look up or she’ll lose her train of thought. wherever it comes from, she rolls with it for now, nothing to judge her really but the moon following them along. “they love it, i’m sure you know that.” ‘are you saying i love the attention?’ “no! no, i’m saying, well, guys know that.” ‘hm? guys know what sooyoung?’

when they’re so gorgeous it’s unfair.

sooyoung knows she mutters it, but she tries so hard to keep it under her breath. she tries, even pulls his button-up closer to where it might muffle it.

‘you’re surprisingly candid tipsy. it’s cute.’ “i’m not tipsy!” ‘yeah? you haven’t let go on of me though.’

that’s - unfortunately true. and the revelation doesn’t cause any changes really because if sooyoung tries to pull away it results in her just holding tighter on his arm. she won’t look up though, not yet.

“it’s an ego thing right?” ‘ego, the song you like?’ “it was recommended!”

it comes out as whine, immediate and reactive. embarrassed as she may be, as much as she wants to curl in and head right back to the bonfire, sooyoung holds her ground. even if that means staring at the ground because she knows they’ve stopped walking and dylan’s full attention is on her now. much like the way people always tease her that it is. in a way that she knows if she were to look up she wouldn’t be able to handle.

It's too big (big) It's too wide (wide) It's too strong (strong) It won't fit (fit) It's too much (much) It's too tough (tough)

so listen, sooyoung’s been attracted to guys before. she’s had crushes so intense they’ve filled pages of books and the corner of seminar notes. they’ve maybe filled playlists too or been the recipient of her using the caps lock on her phone too much. but she’s never had something that quite literally attacks every part of her. from the way her toes curl in the sand just at the thought of the look dylan gives her, the smile, the idea of what he might say next. the timbre of his voice, a warmth that comes from the short space where her hand curls against his arm.

nothing so overwhelming and so subtle that it simmers until it thrashes full force.

like now when dylan is facing her, and when did he get the time to stand in front of her?

why is he so goddamn tall. why is she reminded now that he’d had nothing under the button-up, why did he have nothing under his button-up? why does everything from the smile to the touch he has on her chin make her weak. any thoughts of removing her gaze from the hold he has on her, die from the words he speaks next.

‘are you sure it’s an ego thing?’

sooyoung’s responses stutter so deep she feels it in her chest. she’s not given time to recover because the smile shifts, brightens from how consuming and dizzying it had been to his regular mirth.

‘maybe it’s just your attention i like.’

she can’t handle this any easier, but she can breathe through it a little better. that’s the most familiar feeling she’s felt since the trip started. so familiar that all sooyoung can do is smile instead of give her usual fluter, and stumble. it’s automatic and she feels his fingers on her chin move as she does so. sooyoung finds her word, trips through them as their gazes remain locked.

“are you saying it’s not an ego thing?” ‘i’m saying - only you get to find out.’

and sooyoung, quite literally goes weak at that.

#babygirl: sooyoung #soolan #i had wineeee

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Three Sides to the Story

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Pairings: Adrien/Marinette Summary: It's been almost three years since Adrien Agreste walked out of Marinette's life. An accidental meeting at a party starts a course of events that will either drive them together or further apart. Meanwhile, Plagg and Tikki have had enough of their holders' indecision and obliviousness.

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Chapter 1: 10th March

It was opening night of the latest production at Opera de Paris and Adrien, at 21 years old, was deemed ready to attend in his father’s stead. Adrien would watch La Boheme from Gabriel Fashion’s box, then rub shoulders with the city’s elite at an extravagant after-party at Le Grand Paris Hotel.

Gabriel Agreste was becoming increasingly reclusive, and aside from business meetings he barely left the mansion at all these days, so Adrien was expected to do more. Juggling his International Business degree with family responsibilities and modelling (as well as saving Paris from regular akuma attacks) was wearing him down. He’d have to get used to it because in less than eight months, he’d be starting work full time at Gabriel Fashions and he’d be under his father’s scrutiny more than ever before.

“Adrien, I need to you model competition entries for the graduate designers internship so please try not to gain any more muscle in the next week.” Gabriel Agreste raised an eyebrow at his son as the seamstress let his tuxedo jacket out again.

“Yes, father.” Adrien dutifully replied.

“I mean it. Your measurements have already been sent out and the finished pieces must fit you for the fashion shoot.” Gabriel reiterated.

Adrien didn’t answer. He hung his head in a display of acquiescence. Tell Hawkmoth to stop with the akuma attacks and I’ll stop gaining muscle. He thought, bitterly.

“I expect you to be available for individual shoots with each of the students, Adrien, so don’t make plans for the next few weeks.” Gabriel added.

“Yes, father.”

He often yearned for the comparably carefree days of collège and lycée. At least he had his friends around him then. He still saw Nino for lunch a few times a week (often accompanied by Alya), and he was always invited his to games night with the boys from their class, even though he and Max humiliated the rest of them at every game. At least, now that Fashion Week was finished, he’d be able to spend more time with them. He missed their daily companionship, though. And, it pained him to admit, he missed Marinette.

They weren’t friends anymore. He knew he deserved it, deserved her anger, but nearly three years without her in his life was too long. He was studying at Université Paris-Sorbonne (only acceptable to his father because it was located close to the mansion and on the understanding that he would continue to model Gabriel fashions until graduation), while she was at ESMOD towards the north of the city. Even if their paths were likely to cross, he doubted she’d want to speak to him any more. He didn’t mean to hurt her and it was unlikely he’d ever get the chance to apologise.

“Your date is here.”

Nathalie stood in the doorway of his room. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been lost in his thoughts, but at least he’d managed to get dressed in spite of his reverie. His bowtie was crooked so Nathalie straightened it for him. She brushed a speck of fluff from his shoulder and regarded him with scrutiny. Satisfied, the ghost of a smile crossed her lips.

“Very handsome.” She said, almost proudly.

★・・・・・★・・・・★・・・・・★

10th August - 2½ years ago

“You look very handsome, Adrien dear.” Sabine Cheng wore the sweetest smile as she regarded him.

It was enough to calm his nerves and reassure him that the straight legged black wool trousers and dark grey shirt with raw-edged seams were the right choice. Jeans were his uniform and he felt safe in them, but his father insisted he choose an outfit from Gabriel’s newest pret-a-porter collection.

“And just where are you taking our little girl tonight?” Tom asked.

Every time Adrien arrived, Tom tried to do the protective dad thing, but his stern tone was always betrayed by the twinkle in his kind eyes. The warm hug as he greeted the teenager was a giveaway, too. Both of Marinette’s parents were amazing; protective without being overbearing, but permissive. They trusted their daughter, and they seemed to trust Adrien too.

“We’re going to grab some food then we’re going to a jazz club in the Latin Quarter. Adrien told them.

“If the reports are correct, Andre and his ice cream cart are on Pont du Sully tonight, if you two wanted to stretch your legs after dinner,” Tom said as one eyebrow arched so high it almost disappeared into his hairline. It earned him a “Chérie, s'il te plait, don’t put pressure on them.” from Sabine.

Adrien was about to respond but, just then, Marinette came down the stairs in and he forgot how to speak.

She was wearing a black Bardot-style top tucked into a pencil skirt that stopped just below her knees. Bare legs lead to black peep toe shoes with a kitten heel. Her hair was twisted into a messy bun at the nape of her neck, emphasising her bare shoulders. She wore minimal makeup, just mascara and a sheer red lipstick, allowing her natural beauty to shine through.

“Wow” Adrien breathed. “You… er. Amazing. You look amazing.

”Demurely, she nodded to acknowledge his compliment.“You look very handsome.” She said, raising up on her tiptoes to place a soft kiss on his lips. “So, where are you taking me tonight?”

“There’s a bistro near Boulevard St. Michel I like. What do you think?” He said.

“Le Quartier Latin?” She grinned. “Vive la vie bohème.”

★・・・・・★・・・・★・・・・・★

Mireille Caquet stood in the hallway dressed in a champagne-coloured strapless brocade gown with a full pleated skirt. It was from Gabriel’s latest couture collection. Adrien’s waistcoat was made from the same fabric.

“You look nice.” He said, carefully kissing her cheeks, making sure to avoid transferring any of her expertly applied makeup onto himself.

“Likewise, Mr Agreste,” Mireille responded. “Shall we?”

La bise. That was the extent of his love life these days.

His father would select young rising stars who reflected the brand’s values to accompany Adrien to public events. They would wear Gabriel’s designs, be photographed on the arm of Paris’s most eligible bachelor and in return, they would gush to the red carpet press about how wonderful Adrien is and, ‘oh, this? It’s a Gabriel, of course’. It was mutually assured exposure.

Mireille was a popular up and coming TV personality; perfect for Gabriel’s brand. Adrien liked her and they had become good friends over the course of these ‘PR dates’. He knew she was dating Theo Barbot, the artist, so nothing would ever happen between them and he was fine with that. There was no obligation.

The performance was exquisite. La Boheme was one of his favourite operas and Adrien lost himself in the story. He laughed as Schaunard recounted his exploits with the parrot, cheered internally for Musetta and Marcelo and felt his stomach knot as the embroiderer’s illness and Rodolfo’s sacrifice became apparent. The final curtain fell and his eyes shone with tears as he stood to applaud the cast.

The house lights illuminated and Mireille slipped her arm through his as the auditorium emptied. They were ready for the real performance now - the after-party with Paris socialites and celebrities.

An hour later, Adrien was standing one of the smaller ballrooms of Le Grand Paris, a glass of Champagne in one hand. He was bored. He’d spoken to most of the notable people, introduced Mireille to a few TV execs, shmoozed an industry bigwig or two. He’d done his duty.

Mireille appeared once more at his side, reading his expression.

“I know of another after-party that’s more our speed.” She said, smiling.

»»————-————-««

The venue was a late night cafe near the Square du Temple. (They were not far, he realised, from his classmate Alix’s house, it was the venue of many legendary parties in his school days.) It was dimly lit and noisily busy inside. Mireille held his hand and pushed them through the crowds to the private room at the back of the cafe. It was less crowded in here, but no less rowdy. Mireille spotted Theo and left Adrien alone to greet her lover.

Adrien loosened his bowtie and unfastened the top two buttons of his shirt. He looked around the room and smiled. Opera singers, stagehands and musicians mingled freely. He relished every opportunity to be around Paris’s artistic community. He knew his father used to move in similar social circles (that was how he’d met Adrien’s mother) but these days he was all business. Growing up around photographers, hair stylists and makeup artists, Adrien was most at ease amongst creative types.

“Vive la vie bohème,” he said, to nobody in particular.

That was when he saw her.

She was standing by the bar with a glass of red wine in her hand. Her attention was on a flamboyantly dressed woman who was speaking passionately about something, if her over the top gesticulations were any indication. Her blue-black hair hung in loose curls down her back and bluebell eyes peeked through almost-too-long bangs. She wore sheer red lipstick, lending sophistication to her youthful complexion. Next to her, with one hand around her waist, stood a man. His blonde hair was styled high on his head and thick black eyeliner gave him an androgynous look.

A familiar strawberry blonde mop of hair appeared in his peripheral vision. Nathaniel was often at these parties and he and Adrien always took some time to catch up. They were never that close at school, Nath was too shy to make many friends, but art school had brought him out of his shell.

“She’s still the most beautiful girl in the room, huh?” Nathaniel said, following Adrien’s gaze.

“She is.” Adrien sighed, momentarily forgetting himself. “Ahem, I mean… oh, hell. You know the struggle, right?”

Nathaniel patted him on the shoulder in solidarity. “I sure do, man.”

They smiled wistfully at each other, averting their eyes to look once more at Marinette.

“You’ve got to let it go, Adrien. She’s moved on. You should too.” Nathaniel said. “We all have That One in our pasts. She’s always going to be the one that got away.”

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My review of Eleanor and Grey by Brittany C. Cherry

Eleanor and Grey met when her parents forced her to go to a party. His best friend used to be with her best friend. When they ran into each other again, they decided to be friends. Grey was there for her during a difficult time but over time they quit talking. When Eleanor suddenly comes back into his life after a horrible loss, he’s gotta decide if he’s going to let her in. Will this be the time they get their happy ever after? Can they help each other heal?

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Greyson East left his mark on me.

As the young girl who first fell for him, I didn’t know much about life. I did know about his smiles, though, and his laughs, and the strange way my stomach flipped when he was near.

Life was perfect…until it wasn’t, and when we were forced to go our separate ways, I held on to our memories, let go of my first crush, and wished for the day I’d find him again.

When my wish came true, it was nothing like I imagined.

I couldn’t have known when I took the nanny position that it would be his children I looked after, that my new boss would be that boy I used to know, that boy who was now a man—a cold, lonely, detached man.

The smile and laugh I had loved so much were gone, now distant memories. Every part of him was covered in a fresh pain.

When he realized who I was, he made me promise to do my job and my job only.

He made me promise not to try to get to know him, not to recall the memories I’d treasured all this time.

But, sometimes, I saw the boy I’d once known in his stormy eyes. I saw the Greyson who smiled and laughed, who had stolen a young girl’s heart, and there was no doubt in my mind that this boy was worth fighting for.

I was given a second chance with the one who’d left his mark on me. All I hoped was that somehow I’d leave a mark on his soul, too.

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Eleanor

Thirty-two years old

Greyson’s assistant, Allison, finished giving me a tour of the house. “Okay, I think that’s everything. I’m going to head out now, but go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Get used to the property. Mr. East knows you’re here today, so don’t feel like you aren’t allowed to wander around a bit. If you need anything, my cell number is on the contact list in the book, or you can email me. If nothing comes up, I hope your first day goes well. Claire will be with you Monday to make sure the transition goes smoothly.”

I must have looked terrified because as Allison grabbed her coat and purse to leave, she gave me a light squeeze on the shoulder.

“You’re going to be fine, Eleanor. Mind over matter. You got this. Let’s touch base later in the week so I can check in on how things are going.”

“Sounds great. Thanks, Allison.”

After she left, I took a deep breath and flipped through a few pages in the binder. Then, I did a once-through of the house, familiarizing myself with whose room was where. There was something so unsettling about the quietness of Greyson’s home. It was so dark with an odd gloomy feeling attached to it, haunting almost. I didn’t mean dark as in the lighting situation, rather it was the energy level. There was such a heaviness in the space.

The place felt like a house, not a home.

If I hadn’t known any better, I wouldn’t have believed a family lived there at all.

It felt so abandoned, almost like a memory frozen in time.

That might’ve just been my own thoughts, thought, due to knowing about the tragedy that had taken place in the lives of the individuals who lived there. With the number of books I’d read, it wasn’t inaccurate to say my mind wandered toward the dramatics.

I walked back into the kitchen, flipping through the binder, completely taken aback by the girls’ schedules. Between school, swim lessons, karate, piano lessons, physical therapy, and grief counseling, I wasn’t sure how they found the time to live a little.

“Eleanor.”

I leaped out of my skin at the sound of my name and turned to see Greyson standing behind me with an empty glass in his hand. He was dressed in a suit and tie, which was so strange to me.

Who wore a suit and tie in their own home?

I hardly wore pants when I was home alone.

“Oh, Greyson, hi. Sorry I’m still here. Allison was just giving me a tour, and she said it was okay to look around a bit more.”

“She made me aware.”

Wow. He had responded immediately, unlike the first time I saw him. I called that progress.

I smiled at him, but he didn’t smile back, and that felt like the oddest thing in the world. The old Greyson had been full of smiles.

“It’s a beautiful home,” I stated, unsure what else to talk about. “It’s massive. I swear, it’s like ten times the size of my place.” He blankly stared my way as I shifted from foot to foot. “I love the décor,” I blurted out, and I hated myself the second the words left my lips. Just walk away, Eleanor. Don’t be awkward. “Those throw pillows in your living room are to die for. Where did you get them?”

“The interior designer chose everything,” he replied dryly.

“Oh, right, of course. My interior designer is normally the clearance section at T.J. Maxx,” I joked. “Or on special occasions, Target.”

He didn’t laugh, probably because I wasn’t funny.

I wondered when was the last time he’d laughed.

Did he ever find anything funny anymore?

We kept staring at one another in the most uncomfortable silence, though I didn’t feel as if I could pull myself away from it. I probably stared at him too long, but how could I not? I’d gone fifteen-some years without looking at him. It was understandable that I wouldn’t be able to turn away quickly.

The awkwardness of it all finally came to a halt when Greyson cleared his throat.

“Eleanor?”

“Yes?”

“I came for water.”

“Oh?” I stared at him like an idiot, wide-eyed like a deer in headlights, waiting for his next words. I stood still as if he were going to expand on his interest in water. Was he offering me a drink? Were we going to sip water and catch up on things? Was I finally going to be able to ask him how he’d become the CEO of his father’s company at such a young age? What had happened to his father?

His stare narrowed, and his lips turned down in a displeased fashion. He nodded once.

“Hmm?” I asked.

He nodded more aggressively this time, gesturing past me.

I glanced behind me and realized I was standing right in front of the refrigerator, blocking the water dispenser. I stepped to the side, mentally beating myself up.

Idiot.

“Oh, right, of course. Well, I think I’m done here, so I’ll see myself out,” I stated, scrambling to grab my binder. “Have a good afternoon.”

He didn’t reply, but that wasn’t shocking. I was quickly learning that this new Greyson didn’t have nearly as much to say as the old one.

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