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what it’s like to date jaehyun from NCT (based on my assumptions)

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─ • OVERALL:

it was most likely johnny that introduced you two to each other

honestly, probably started off as FWBs and he couldn’t help but fall for you

the type to tag you in the bottom right corner of his instagram pics

buys you vinyls + listen to Cigarettes After Sex together as you dance in the living room

he spoils you with shopping trips like every weekend

him singing in the shower whenever he’s at your place

you bringing the boys takeout and watching them rehearse

and they all attack you with hugs as a ‘thank you’

you two decide to keep the relationship secret for a while because “it’s more exciting”

after you got together, both of you suddenly got too shy to do anything

like you lot barely held hands

thank god you were invited to a double date by one of your friends, and you and jaehyun got much closer when you started teasing the other couple about their cringy PDA

and then you both got to the car and didn’t even realise you were holding hands the entire time

whenever he drives, his hand is surely on your thigh

jamming VERY LOUDLY to songs literally anywhere (and sharing air pods uwu)

he’s a bit cold at first because he isn’t used to fully expressing his romantic emotions, but you should expect a few song lyrics dedicated to you

and also he’ll bring you cut up fruit to show his appreciation and love :3

honestly you guys have the type of love that grows the more you guys are together

and he makes it obvious as well by being the best boyfriend he can be <3

─ • DATES YOU GO ON:

aants to make everything seem like a kdrama

‘long walks by the river side’ is like your go-to date idea - the man could write a fantastic tinder bio

window shopping in the evening, and he always mentally takes note of the items that you really want so he can spoil you with them later on

sharing airpods while walking too (...and obviously having cigarettes after sex playing, making him feel very very very in love)

getting froyo while walking hand in hand so that neither of you can actually eat it

just a lot of walks, really

he takes hella pictures of you as well - really eager to show you off on his instagram <3

─ • PET NAMES:

‘darling’ ‘babe’ kinda guy

also swings his arm around your shoulder when he says it (the fuckboy agenda even more accentuated if he’s wearing a reverse snapback)

“awh come on, princess” is the way he (begs) asks for things

often call each other by name, and you’re not sure if to call him jaehyun or yoonho

he doesn’t care on the names as long as you still have him saved on your phone as ‘babe’

─ • WHILE ON TOUR:

he can’t keep his hands off his phone

he HAS to send you updates - if you ask for something, you receive it, always

cyber sex 105%

and one of the members always knocking on his hotel room door when you two are doing it

“yuta, kindly fuck off!”

besides that, johnny or yuta or haechan will always invade your video calls and steal the phone

(jaehyun gets a lil jelly when you spend more time talking to taeyong than him)

he’ll snatch the phone away and sarcastically smile at tae and then go to another room, usually the bathroom lmao

you guys can talk for hoursssssss but jaehyun can easily disappear for a week and it’s calm

because after all, he’s extremely busy and wants to do his best as an artist

video calls and update texts when he’s getting his hair and makeup done, constantly showing off his stage outfits to you :3

─ • ARGUING/MAKING UP:

not the type to get angry, really

jaehyun prefers to sit down with some coffee and calmly talk it out with you whilst stroking the back of your hand

he’ll only get riled up because you think he looks hot when he’s angry, and he knows that

and that means it leads to fucking, which always solves the issue

or he will get genuinely angry because you’ve genuinely gotten on his last nerve after a really long day, but that’s rare since he tries his best to keep his emotions under control

although his appearance is really cold, his heart breaks if he sees your eyes turn glossy, let alone see you cry

he’d instantly sigh - at himself, at the situation - and come over to hug you, and you’d burst to tears 

and that’s the third way you guys solve things

if you made him upset, you’d buy a few snacks and a bottle of wine before coming round to the dorms to see him with it

(and of course he’d forgive you)

going to bed angry happens on rare occasions too, but only if the reason was enough

but it’s always cuddles and hugs and apologised and a few tears when you’re making up, which is always welcome :)

─ • NSFW:

a dom, straight through his bones my guy

morning sex, midnight sex, kitchen sex, living room couch sex, jungwoo’s bed sex -- ya’ll have been around everywhere and with no shame

literally his sex drive is insane, and it’s very obvious

a true show off with his dancer hips, very likely to give you a semi-strip tease

risky as fuck too

not too into exhibitionism, but likes leaving barely-visible marks to show people you are his

expect helllaaaa hickeys and bites and bruises - you’re HIS

doesn’t degrade you unless you ask for it, and jaehyun does an amazing job hehe

pulling your hair and manhandling you is nearly always a must, plus a hand around your neck or fingers in your mouth

aftercare can be soft or not be there at all - depends on the mood

if it’s angry sex, he’ll probably shoot and scoot but he’ll always come back later for a cuddle

otherwise he’ll run the hot water and you shower together

sex in your household is DIRTY and MESSY as it should be.

buys you lingerie <3

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Day 2: Relationships / Matching

*Introducing the Perfect Pair Collection, featuring asymmetrical designs that match.* The oxymoron was not lost on her.

Time to switch to a completely different art style on day 2– 😣 Today’s prompt features the Pomefiore trio!

A harsh tug on his sleeve drew Jade to a halt. He glanced at Miss Raven, who clung to his side, pointing to a nearby shop window with her free hand. Jade followed her finger to what was on display—small boxes and racks, each displaying a glittering piece of jewelry.

“Oya, I do not believe we have baubles on the grocery list,” he tutted, teasingly wagging a finger. “To think that your interest would be so easily captured by mere shiny objects, Miss Raven... Corvids truly are simple-minded creatures. Perhaps you have more in common with the headmaster than I had initially thought.”

“I’m allowed to appreciate beauty, aren’t I?” Raven retorted, casting Jade a sideways glare. “Besides, you wear jewelry.”

“Ah, this?” He gently tapped at the earring dangling from his left earlobe. Three diamond-shaped scales cast a silvery-blue glow upon his skin. “I wouldn’t call it a piece of jewelry so much as a battle trophy.”

At this, Raven wrenched her face away from the glass display to stare at him. “Please don’t tell me you did something unsavory to get your hands on it.”

“You have such strange ideas, Miss Raven.” Jade chuckled as he slicked back his black stripe of hair behind his accessory-clad ear. “Fufu. There is nothing unsavory about victors claiming a prize for their triumph, correct? That is only the natural order of things.”

… I feel sorry for whoever the twins beat up.

She shook her head and returned her gaze to the display window--to the selection of earrings that were laid out upon velvet cloth. Introducing the Perfect Pair Collection, read a sign, featuring asymmetrical designs that match. (The oxymoron was not lost on her.)

Surrounding the sign were various pairs, as promised: a sun and a moon, a jar of jelly and another of peanut butter, a hand and a heart… but Raven felt herself drawn to earrings in the shape of a lock and a key. How peculiar that the head of the key curved into a heart and that its teeth were ribbed with pearls, and how slim yet stylish the lock was.

“My, are you interested in that pair? What an interesting choice.”

“N-No! I’m just admiring them,” Raven insisted. “You don’t normally see designs like this… I wonder how the jeweler was able to make objects so clunky and heavy into something wearable.”

“That is a fair point. The craftsmanship is indeed exquisite.” Jade’s sharp eyes carefully traced the shape of Raven’s ears--pointed, like the headmaster’s. “How unfortunate it is that you lack the piercings to wear them.”

Raven’s hands instinctively flew to her earlobes, as though trying to shield them from him. “I told you, I’m not interested in buying--” 

“Why, whoever said anything about you purchasing the earrings? I was keen to pick up a new pair for myself.” Jade provided a smile and a bow. “Now then, if you would excuse me for one moment…”

Before Raven could protest, he had already vanished inside the jewelry store, leaving her stranded on the street with a list of groceries to procure.

“... Fantastic.”

The bird sighed into her palms. From past experience, she knew that it would not be a wise idea to pursue Jade and attempt to drag him away. For as skilled as Raven was at weaving words, she often found that Jade’s natural charisma, paired with his silver tongue, often gave him the advantage in disagreements.

Best to just leave it for now.

Still, she warily eyed him through the store window as he conversed with a clerk. A few vague hand gestures, a practiced smile, a polite and controlled laugh. All motions Raven had familiarized herself with.

Entranced with her eel watching, Raven didn’t register the trio approaching her until one of the group called out to her.

“Mon petit oiseau! What a coincidence it is to be running into you today.”

“Oh!” She startled at the huntsman’s voice. “Rook…!! And… Vil-senpai and Epel-san. Hello…!”

Acutely aware of Vil’s sternness, Raven quickly lowered her head in deference. This earned a slight curl of the lips from him.

He was dressed as fashionably as ever--a white, frilly top with a V-neck, paired with sunglasses propped in his hair, sleek leggings, and glove boots. Several necklaces adorned Vil’s long, milky neck, and his face was expertly painted with a sheer wash of shimmering, nude makeup.

“Good day to you, Shetland potato,” Vil replied coolly. He passed a glance to Epel, who stood behind him, struggling to carry several rolls of fabric.

“G-Good day,” Epel managed, tugging at his collar. It appeared as though Vil had dressed him, too--for he was dressed in a lacey lilac blouse, and tied off with a black bow. Instead of leggings, Epel wore puffy shorts and striped socks.

“Such a treat it is to see you out of the attic and venturing out into the world!” Rook laughed, brushing back a wisp of his golden hair. He was without his trademark feathered hat, and had traded his dormitory robes for a button-down shirt--the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone, army green khakis, and boating shoes.

Compared to the Pomefiore trio, Raven looked like a spaghetti stain on a square of white fabric. She nervously dusted off her skirt, hoping that Vil wouldn’t harp on how she was wearing the same outfit yet again.

“What brings you to town?” Rook inquired, dropping the bags he had been carrying and excitedly grasping Raven’s hands instead.

“Just… groceries. Uncle is away for a conference, so I am to fend for myself in his absence,” she mumbled, gingerly prying her hands away. “Well… sort of. Jade has been mother henning me for the past few days.”

“Monsieur Mastermind? Ohoh. What a dynamic duo! Two halves of the same coin, trading bitter blows with their words… forever locked in verbal combat!”

“I… I guess?”

“I trust that he is looking after you well?” Rook’s smile widened. “If not... perhaps we should kidnap you away and stow you in Pomefiore until the headmaster’s return!”

“Absolutely not,” Vil snapped. “We have our hands far too full with play preparations to be hosting the Shetland potato--or anyone else, for that matter.”

… H-He didn’t object to Rook kidnapping people. Is that a normal thing for Rook to do? Should I be concerned? She shoved her question down to change the subject to something more comfortable. “Erm… Is that what the supplies are for?”

“Oui! Roi du Poison’s club is staging a performance in the winter. These materials are to make costumes.” The huntsman’s eyes suddenly lit up with a mischievous sparkle. “Fufu. Mon roi has thrown his heart and soul into direction. It is a treat to behold!”

“Congratulations, senpai.”

“Don’t congratulate me yet,” Vil commanded, holding up a hand. “We are still in the throes of auditions. Wait until you have witnessed the show for yourself before you cheer for it.”

“Oh, well… I hope you find suitable actors, then.”

Vil’s eyes suddenly narrowed. “Hm. Now that you mention it… Shetland potato!”

Raven jumped when he barked at her. “Y-Yes?! Look, I know I’ve been wearing the same outfit every time you see me, it’s just that Uncle fills my closet with nothing but duplicate clothes…!!”

“I think you would be fitting for one of the roles in my play,” Vil declared. “Report to Pomefiore at 8 am sharp tomorrow if you are interested in auditioning.”

“Huh?! Me, in one of your… I don’t think I’m…”

“Are you doubting my eyes?” His glare sharpened, turning into a pointed dagger.

“N-No, sir…”

“Good. Then I hope to see you then.” Vil spun around on his heel and waved a hand. “Rook! Epel! We’re going. Don’t dawdle, now.”

“Yes, Vil-senpai. I-I’m coming!”

Epel dashed after his Dorm Leader, Rook following suit--but not before he gave Raven one last glance over his shoulder, accompanied by a wave. Au revoir, he mouthed, the twinkle never parting from his emerald eyes.

She waved back absentmindedly, brought back from her daze only by the ringing of the jewelry store door swinging open again.

Jade emerged from within, bearing a small baby blue box with a white silk bow. “I have returned, Miss Raven. Fufu. I trust that you were not too lonely without me?”

She hastily hid her hands behind her back. “Of course not. You were only gone for a few minutes…!”

“So I was.” Jade’s eyes darted to the Pomefiore trio, whose figures were vanishing over the horizon. “Had I been absent a few moments longer, perhaps I would have had to wrangle you from the hands of an nosy huntsman.”

“As though forcing your way in and kidnapping me back would be any better!”

Jade stifled a laugh.

“In any case, I have procured the earrings I had my heart set on.” With deft fingers, he slid off the top, revealing a glittering lock and key tucked away inside. Jade plucked up the key by the head. “Miss Raven, do lend me your ear.”

“Those are yours…!”

“Correct--and therefore, I may do with these as I please.” He smiled pleasantly. “And I choose to lend you one to wear.”

“It’s not that simple! Have you forgotten already? I can’t wear it--don’t have piercings,” she protested. “You’re not going to jab it through my earlobes, are you?!”

“I will do no such thing.” Jade’s voice remained tranquil as he seized the raven by her chin and jerked her head to one side, yielding a clear opening for him to plant the earring. She squawked in surprise, flailing against him--but his grip was too strong, and she, too weak.

He sighed, continuing to speak as though he were describing the nice weather. “I assure you, this will not hurt one bit, fufufu. Now be a dear and hold still.”

It happened in an instant, despite the bird’s struggles. A slight pinch upon her earlobe, the kiss of the cool metal key on her skin, and it was over.

Jade straightened with a satisfied smirk, and patted Raven on the cheek. “There we are.”

“Eh? What? How did…” She cautiously poked at the earring. “There wasn’t a needle…?”

“I requested that the jeweler convert the key earring into a clip-on.”

“Wha…?! You… You tricked me again?!” Her face flared with a mixture of embarrassment and rage. “But why even bother with such a thing?”

“I wished to see how it would look on you. As I suspected, it is lovely on you.”

Raven gritted her teeth, praying that it would somehow help hide her flusteredness. “... And what do you plan to do with the lock earring? You didn’t also have that one converted, did you?”

“Certainly not.” Jade toyed with the lock in question, rolling it between his index finger and thumb. “I was thinking to wear it myself in lieu of my usual sturgeon scale earring, so that we may match.”

“Match?” Raven scoffed through her blush. “I didn’t know you cared so much about your accessories while grocery shopping.”

“I do not,” he confessed with a coy grin. “However, I would be remiss to pass up an opportunity to show to the world what a perfect pair we make.”

“You what--” Raven was interrupted by Jade grasping one of her hands and placing the lock earring into it.

“If you would do the honors,” he murmured, tilting his head to one side--and once more, slicking his black hair back. His tone was low and inviting, yet somehow she could hear him well and clear over the townspeople that bustled around them.

The scales suspended on his earring swung back and forth in a slow motion. Click, clack, against one another, in an almost hypnotic fashion.

His single, golden eye stared right at her. Waiting, pleading.

Raven swallowed hard. With trembling hands, she unfastened the sturgeon scale earring from his earlobe and secured the lock earring in its place. As soon as the deed was done, she rushed to wipe her hands off on her skirt.

Eel cooties, eel cooties, eel cooties…!!

“Thank you for your assistance, Miss Raven.”

“You’re… you’re welcome.” She pursed her lips, avoiding his eyes--but her traitorous gaze soon found itself lingering on the lock. “That suits you, in a way--like a lock, you guard many secrets, and it’s impossible to get you to open up.”

“Fufu. I am flattered to hear such kind words. If I may return the compliment, that key earring fits you like a glove.”

“Right. Because Uncle is adorned in keys, it would make sense for the motif to carry over to his relatives.”

“No, no, you misunderstand.” Jade held a finger to his lips, a twinkle of conspiracy in his golden eyes. “Come closer… and I shall impart one of my closely guarded secrets to you.”

“This isn’t another one of your tricks, is it?” she asked, her eyes forming suspicious slivers--but despite her curt words, the bird’s body instinctively leaned into his. She cursed her curiosity.

Jade chuckled and bent down, allowing his lips to hover by her ear. Time seemed to slow, but her heartbeat quickened. Face, hot--extremities, cold. Opposites, yet matching. One, unable to exist without the other.

And, at last, his answer came.

“It suits you well--for you hold the key to my heart, Miss Raven.”

[turtletimewriting]

The First Steps Into the Adventure (Patton partners with Janus)

Summary: well it would be no good telling you what happened!

Note: AAH! Okay, I can’t really believe how many people interacted with this! Thanks! Right, so this is still basic introduction stuff, I’ll admit. This is a bit clunky but I want to give as many chances for this to be interactive as possible. 

The decision will be presented at the end!

Once again, this is inspired by fluffomatic’s tickle forest idea!

Previous Part!

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Patton screwed his face up in concentration, carefully evaluating them, before he lit up and pointed at Janus, “You’re on my team, JanJan!” 

“Well good luck on your journey, lover boy,” Janus taunted with a smirk as he walked to stand beside his team leader, Virgil quickly punched his hat down over his eyes as he scampered off as well. He was violently blushing as he approached Logan and he managed to give a friendly smile. 

“Great! Now just two more things to do!” Roman announced with an elaborate flourish.

“How much more to this is there!” Janus frowned to which Patton tweaked his side as a warning.

“Well if you wish to adventure blindly without your map and a hint, then that’s up to you!” Remus cackled as he chucked paper at them violently.

Logan frowned at their map, beyond it’s very apparent unprofessionalism, it seemed fairly straight forward. It was simply one long winding path to a large childishly scribbled ‘X’. He expected something a bit more detailed from a joint creativity project but maybe that was yet to be seen. “Is my map the same as Patton’s?” 

“Yeah, if it’s like a race thing then I’m out,” Virgil snarked.

“Nah, see your map goes down this left road and Patton’s goes to the right,” Remus answered.

“Ah I get it. Left brain goes left and right brain goes ri...” Logan mumbled off as both creativities looked at him blankly. He may as well be speaking Spanish... well if Roman didn’t speak Spanish. Maybe they weren’t quite on his level of genius. 

“Anyway!” Roman called out and magicked two sealed envelopes, “Now it wouldn’t be fair to just send you into this world without any warning. So we randomly selected two of our fantastical beasts... or one of our plants to inform you of.”

Logan perked up at that- maybe the detail would be in the inhabitants of this adventure rather than the adventure itself. Patton handed the envelope to Janus as he had a very bad habit of sucking badly at opening envelopes. Janus wordlessly and without even looking, hooked his finger under the flap and opened it in one swipe. 

“What is it!” Patton squealed.

“Give me a second,” Janus answered with a glare at Logan’s team. He hooked his arm over Patton to turn them so there was no way that Logan’s team could cheat and look at their sheet, “Also be quieter. I don’t know about you but I truly don’t care about winning this.”

It was a very short page from what looked like an encyclopaedia but the information was very limited and basic. Not that they would be complaining.  

A picture showed a huge ‘Little Shop of Horrors’-esque plant monster. Remus’ influence was pretty easy to see. Janus doubted Roman would ever want to create something like that, but he did smile as he recognised that Remus would never have the monster be this pretty looking. Clearly they were much better working as a team. The plant had gorgeous pristine white petals framing a pastel pink ‘face’. The page was titled ‘Motherbloom’. 

“A large flower that’s queen of the tickle forest. She pins down her target and lifts their shirt to deliver a long raspberry on the tummy. She also uses her vines to tickle at other areas. The leafy sacs around the base of the flower holds air she uses for raspberries. The white flowers on the bush carry an intense pollen. Scientists discovered that if this pollen is transferred to other plants, the plants offspring will become tickle plants.”

Patton released a squeal that only dogs could hear. “Patton!” Janus hissed as he tried to wrangle his team leader under control.

“Ah! Aren’t you super tickly to raspberries JanJan?” Patton launched into a hug and quickly pressed a small raspberry to his neck; which totally didn’t send Janus squealing himself. 

“Aw man, you guys got the motherbloom! May come in handy that,” Roman peered over their shoulders. 

“I thought you decided which ones we got?” Patton asked.

“No, it truly was random. We put everything we created into a list and used a number generator to chose which one everyone learned about.”

“Wow, that is... very thorough of you both,” Janus complimented. Roman blushed violently at the very small compliment and awkwardly shrugged it off. 

Logan opened the envelope with a summoned letter opener and quickly withdrew the page. He frowned as he realised this was probably ripped directly from some book. Virgil leaned on to his shoulder casually to peer at the page; therefore making his brain shortcircuit. How dare his boyfriend be so casually cute and affectionate. How was he supposed to work in these conditions. Virgil already looked quite beautiful on this day. Despite how rushed he was to get ready for what Roman and Remus planned, his makeup exaggerated his slightly sleepy eyes and of course his bright almost neon green and purple eyes looked as striking as ever. He was all bundled into his jumper just in case their adventure got too cold and he was mindlessly nuzzling into the front. He was... “Well this isn’t a whole lot to go off on?”

“Wha...” Logan perked up again and stared at the page. It was titled Tickler Jelly. 

“These jellies are attracted to pool toys and swim up to them. If a person is easily targetable, they will latch on and begin tickling the target with its four large feathers.”

It showed some very typical jelly fish with obvious feathery fluttering stingers near the centre with normal, presumably, non-stinging stingers that are used to latch on to the victims. It was pink and undeniably adorable so Logan concluded this was probably a Roman creation. But then again, jellyfish were quite intimidating animals so maybe Remus suggested the concept itself. 

Remus had walked over to them with a shrug, “Would you’ve rather we didn’t give you any information to go on?”

“Well no but we may not even go into water so really this isn’t any good!” Virgil frowned.

“And now you know what could be lurking in the water! I’d stop whining if I was you! This was totally random, I don’t control what you lot found out.”

“Right! Teams!” Roman teleported back on to the platform and stood on his throne, “I wish you the best of luck in your adventures. Your journeys will be long and treacherous. But you must keep in mind that your treasures are waiting for you. If you keep a sharp eye out, you may even find hints along the way to help unlock your treasure. May the best team get to the treasure quickest. Good luck teams!” 

Roman and Remus clapped dramatically and the whole stage puffed into a wave of technicoloured smoke. 

The same stage that everyone was standing on. 

They all fell to the floor with grumbled swears. Both teams awkwardly stared at the other before Janus leapt to his feet and dragged Patton down the path. Logan, seeing this, immediately pulled Virgil into his arms and sprinted down the dusty path ahead of them. The game was on.  

Patton and Janus raced ahead until they lost sight of the other team and settled quickly into a walk. “Right, so what do we need to do?” Janus asked, he figured he better play the game properly and actually pretend that Patton made a good team leader.

“Just follow this path. By the looks of it we have to follow this path which takes us into a wooded bit then across a river before getting to the treasure. Simple!” Patton chirped as he charged on ahead. 

The world was just as beautiful as any other the creativities had created before. Despite it being the evening, it was still a warm day with a gorgeous clear blue sky. There were a few streaks of bright white clouds and there was only enough wind to prettily rustle the leaves of the trees. It was beautiful. The path was taking them past a bit of a thicker grassy bit. Trees dotted along their path with thick bushes of ferns and dry yellow grass that stretched up to their waists. 

Janus frowned as he saw the path was still tilting around a section of trees. “Can I look at the map?”

“Sure.” Patton handed it over without any fuss. 

“Yeah, wait!” Janus pulled them to a stop and pointed to the path they were following on the map. The map clearly showed that the path they were following was awkwardly circling around the wooded bit. It would probably take double the amount of time to follow the path or just cut through the wooded bit. “We should just cut through this wooded bit. We’ll end up back on the path and probably cut off a good ten minutes.”

“Oh yeah!” Patton stared at the map before flicking up to look at the path, “but we have no idea what could be lurking in the forest ready to tickle tickle tickle us!” He was wiggling his fingers and curling up to Janus. To which he totally didn’t blush. Of course he got partnered up with the literal tickle monster.

“Yes but then again we have no idea what could be on the path. We seen some butterflies flying around, any one of them could be planning an... attack on us. I don’t think we’ll be in any more danger if we cut through. Plus, don’t you think it would be in Remus’ nature to punish us for following the boring predictable option?”

“Well, we should figure this out soon. The more time we stand here arguing, the more time we are wasting...” 

Meanwhile... with Logan’s team!

“Right. Now the most logical decision would be to analyse the map and decide which is the optimal route to travel. Knowing Patton, he will be following the map blindly,” Logan pulled Virgil to a stop and summoned a compass so to actually use the map effectively. 

“Yeah but he also has Janus with him. We have no idea what they could be doing,” Virgil awkwardly tried to conceal just how hard he was panting from the short run. Logan ignored him by examining the map and looking up for any identifying features. 

“Okay so by the looks of it, we can follow the path through the plain fields ahead of us. Or we can quickly jog over that hill and there will be a public garden.”

“Why would we go through a garden?” Virgil frowned and yoinked the map away from him. 

“Well right now we are at the mercy of whatever the twins have organised,” Logan stated.

“Yeah you don’t need to remind me. Us even standing still right now could be the opportunity this weird world is looking for. We could be standing in the middle of an ant hill for all we know!” Virgil whined but Logan pressed him into his side with a gentle smile.

“All good points. I’m just saying the field could contain anything for all we know while a flower garden would only contain flowers. Therefore we know to avoid loitering and interacting with the flowers and it could be a straightforward path forward. They both lead to the same place,” Logan reasoned as he guided them slowly forward. 

“Do you want to go through the garden?” 

“I think it’s worth considering. However, I could never outshine you in thoroughly considering our options. I’ll leave the decision up to-”

“Too much pressure!” Virgil laughed and burrowed into his chest. 

“Okay then,” Logan murmured, “we could continue through the field and face whatever they have planned. Or we go through a flower garden and know we have to face tic... plants. Hmm...”

And so the adventure has fully began!!

Should Patton and Janus:

A) Follow the path.

B) Cut through the wooded bit.

Should Logan and Virgil:

1) Go through the field.

2) Go through the flower garden. 

[emmy-writes-sometimes]

You Belong With Me

Sebastian’s stylist has been in love with him for two years, ever since she started working for him. When Mackie accidentally lets it slip to Sebastian, does he feel the same way or is she about to get her heart broken?

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           “Well, if it isn’t Madam President!” Anthony said as you entered the trailer. You rolled your eyes. He was full of nicknames, but this was a new one.

           “Of what?” You asked, genuinely confused. You put your bag down, grabbing the new hairspray you were going to try on Sebastian that morning. You’d been his stylist for two years, and Sebastian had just now told you that he didn’t like how crunchy his hair was in certain scenes. It was just about the only thing he hadn’t shared with you. You were unusually close, and you knew that it was weird. But you weren’t going to do anything about it because you were literally just out of college and you had a feeling that Sebastian preferred women who could legally rent cars and not have to pay spring break fees at hotels.

           “The Sebastian Stan fan club!” Anthony responded, like it was absolutely obvious. His stylist, Hannah, who was also one of your best friends, laughed as she started to put on a prosthetic gash on Anthony’s arm. He was working on a scene where he’d been absolutely clobbered, so he was expected to be there an hour before Sebastian. The most you had to do for Sebastian aside from the normal makeup was the same consistent bruising you’d been using most of the season. Special effects weren’t your specialty.

           “They still have those? I guess you wouldn’t have one, though,” you shot back. Hannah giggled.

           “Hey, hey, you’re on my side!” Anthony said to Hannah. “At least I’m not in love with him.” You sighed as you started setting up the station, finding the jelly Sebastian used to put his fake arm on. The last thing you needed was for Mackie to make any more jokes about lube. A text from Sebastian lit your phone up – On the way! With your coffee!!! They had oat milk this morning! YAY!

           “I’m not in love with him,” you sighed. You were lying and everyone knew it, you included. “There’s this thing that you might not be familiar with called a friendship.”

           “Yeah, I got lots of those and I don’t cry over ‘em.” You shrugged. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t cried over it. But you cried over everything. You were a crybaby. Even Sebastian knew that. You’d cried the first time he’d gone out of his way to bring you coffee.

           “You cried over your wife’s text yesterday,” Hannah reminded him.

           “Woman, work on my arm!” Anthony demanded. She shrugged and started opening a gallon of fake blood. He dropped the conversation, at least for a few minutes, to tell a story about one of his kids. You knew that he was just joking about even telling Sebastian. He had your back. But you were determined not to let anything slip, even accidentally. Because you needed this job, and you didn’t want to have to suffer through it before quitting the best paying and most fulfilling job you ever thought you could have. And, besides, you were going to Japan on the press tour with Sebastian and you really didn’t want to give that up.

           “I brought coffee!” Sebastian said a few minutes later as the trailer door opened up. Indeed, he was holding your iced coffee with oat milk and vanilla syrup in one hand and his own in the other.

           “You’re a life-saver,” you said as you took it from him.

           “It’s the least I can do for someone who lubes up my arm every day,” he winked. Your heart skipped a beat. A jolt of electricity went through you and forced a smile onto your face. Then you realized.

           “That’s not the only thing she lubes up, I’m sure,” Mackie joked. You shot a look to him and Sebastian saw it. Sebastian just giggled like the idiot he was, and plopped down in the makeup chair.

           “You’re just jealous,” Sebastian said, “if you asked me for an iced coffee with oat milk and four pumps of vanilla syrup, dude, I would’ve brought you one.”

           “Alright, I got the new hairspray,” you interrupted, just wanting the subject to be dropped.

           “Can we wash my hair first?” Sebastian asked. You rolled your eyes. He said your small hands were the best at washing his hair, and you saw that he had indeed skipped washing it that morning. It was dry and greasy, and you needed it to be slightly wet.

           “Get over there and turn the water on,” you sighed. “And open the email I sent you, I need you to let me know which of those jackets you like for the press tour.” In addition to his makeup artist, he’d hired you on as his stylist. It was a lot of extra work, but he paid you just as much as Disney did. Another reason why you didn’t want things to be weird – you didn’t want to wrestle with his tie and avoid looking up at him at the same time. You’d much rather just have him laugh at you and watch his cheeks crinkle up.

           “Thanks!” Sebastian called as he walked over to the hair washing station at the end of the small trailer.

           “You know, he’s been asking if I want to set him up with someone…” Anthony started quietly as you reached for a comb.

           “If you even mention my name and ruin my entire life, Mackie, I swear to God I will…”

           “Hey, now. He likes you too. Trust me.” You groaned and turned around, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater to start on Sebastian’s hair.

           “You know, Mackie, you look like the kind of guy people can trust. But it’s been two years and I can only count a handful of times when you haven’t been lying to me.” He shrugged.

           “Fine to me if you want to keep being a bachelorette your whole life.”

           “I’m 21.”

           “And he’s not getting any younger.” You scoffed and turned back to help Sebastian. If he heard anything, he didn’t say anything. He just let out a sigh when you started washing his hair.

-

           “I’m not talking about this, Anthony!” You said loudly. “Sit down so I can fix it!” You were referring to a bruise he’d gotten on set when someone had playfully punched him with a set of fake brass knuckles only to realize they were real. Hannah was taking a long break to go to the doctor, so you were it. Sebastian was supposed to be on set, but he was outside the trailer. He stopped when he heard your voice. He’d never really heard you snap at anyone before.

           “Fine, fine, fine. I’m just trying to help you, kid. I think you could be endgame, I really do. If you would both just stop being your stubborn selves…”

           “Anthony!” You warned. Sebastian’s eyebrows furrowed. He didn’t know what that was supposed to mean, but if it wasn’t about him he didn’t know what else. Endgame?

           “I am just saying.”

           “I’m 21. I barely even have a job, I pick out clothes for him…”

           “You’re a glorified babysitter and you’re fantastic at your job. Anyone who can’t see that is, well, not here.”

           “Still. It’s so cliché, dating an assistant, and…” Hannah emerged from the car she’d just parked beside the trailer, seeing Sebastian.

           “Are you eavesdropping?” She asked with narrow eyes.

           “No,” Sebastian answered. It was surely a lie. Hannah passed him and swung the door open, revealing you.

           “Oh, thank God,” you said as you saw her. But when you looked past her, your heart dropped in your chest. Sebastian was there. And you were sure he’d heard the entire thing. You sighed, though. You wanted to go home and cry, but you sucked it up and got Sebastian ready for his next scene. You and Hannah were in the trailer for another two hours, patiently waiting in case you got called to fix hair or makeup. You didn’t, though, and finally they were back. Anthony gave you a mischievous smile, one that was completely unapologetic. Did he ever not play around?

           “Hannah, can you come back with me for a minute? Costumes asked for your input on some of the replacement suits.”

           “Coming!” Hannah walked out as Sebastian walked in. Over the time that you helped him get un-ready, you noticed the things that Anthony had been pointing out. You were more careful with his skin than you were your own, making sure he didn’t break out from the makeup. You were way more careful to hide his eyes with your hand when you used product on his hair. You were too gentle with the brush. And this time he seemed to notice it, too, and the air in the room shifted as you watched him grab his backpack and start changing back into the sweats he’d been in that morning. Even without real clothes on, he was still gorgeous. He still looked like a million dollars. He looked soft. You wanted to run forward and grab him, but you didn’t. You just started to put your own sweatshirt on.

           “You know, Anthony was telling me earlier,” Sebastian started. He shut off the air conditioning unit you kept in the window for your asthma. You looked over at him and took in the sudden silence in the room, eyeing your lanyard of car keys beside his. Usually, he’d walk you back to your car because it was dark out. No matter the security of the studio – he always wanted you to feel safe.

           “What?” You asked, trying not to make anything obvious.

           “He was making it sound, I don’t know, like… Like you, uh, like me or something.” Sebastian was causal about it, but you could see his hands were shaking and you could see something in his eyes. Your own started to look like a deer in the headlights.

           “Um,” you started to respond.

           “I mean, if you do, it’s…”

           “I have to go,” you interrupted abruptly. Sebastian looked defeated. “I can make it back to my car, I just remembered I have to, uh…” You took your car keys, and Sebastian sighed. He was losing you, just like he feared he would. Great.

           “I’ll see you tomorrow, Y/n,” he said with a sad smile. He watched you walk to your old car, wrestle the key in, and sit down. And just as you did, the night’s first drop of rain fell from the sky. Of course it was supposed to rain as your entire life was crashing down on you. It was too ironic for it not to.

           “Where’d Y/n go?” Anthony asked as he appeared at the trailer again.

           “She looked like she was about to start crying,” Sebastian answered. “You said she liked me so I asked her, and all she said was she had to go.”

           “Oh, my God, man, you did not lead with that question.” Sebastian sighed.

           “It’s been five years, dude, I don’t know what I’m doing.” Anthony rolled his eyes and started to grab a makeup wipe. “I like her, and I’m pretty sure she all but said it, but I really think I screwed something up.”

           “Yeah, you did. Just… Give it an hour. Bring her dinner, tell her you screwed up, and that you like her and you just didn’t know how to lead the question.” Sebastian looked down.

           “But what if she doesn’t want to be with me? I’m old.”

           “She does. And right now she’s probably thinking you don’t want to be with her, so you’d better go fix it before she cries into an entire quart of chocolate chip cookie dough and starts watching Gilmore Girls again.” Sebastian took his car keys and picked his jacket up from the back of the chair.

           “Maybe I should just bring her the ice cream, too,” he grumbled to himself.

           “Actually, that’s not a bad idea. She only likes the Ben & Jerry’s because it’s the only one that has enough cookie dough, so go ahead. But you should shower first, you smell like fire.” Sebastian nodded, slowly, and headed out into the cold rain.

-

           “I just feel like such shit,” you told your mom. You had taken a break from crying when you got back to the little guest house you rented from an old rich couple in Tuxedo Park since it was close to the studio. You had called your mom, wishing she could give you some words of wisdom.

           “Why else would he ask you if he doesn’t like you?”

           “Mackie.” Your mom seemed to understand. You loved Anthony like a brother or an uncle, but he really didn’t seem to understand that you were a scared… Idiot. You were being an idiot.

           “Oh.”

           “I know I’m being an idiot, I just… I don’t want to ruin anything. And what if we do get together somehow and he just breaks up with me and I still need this job, and…”

           “I think it’s a chance you should take,” your mom said. “You are being an idiot. What’s the worst that can happen if you don’t say anything? It’s going to come out sometime, and I think it already did.” You sniffled.

           “I just really like him and I feel like I really screwed up.” You watched a set of car lights come down the house’s long driveway toward your little apartment, but it was just the owner, Moira, coming back from the country club.

           “I think you can fix this, honey. And I think you know what you should do.” You nodded, slowly, but took a second look out your window and stood up from where you were laying on the couch. The lights weren’t Moira or her husband, Alexander. Or their daughter. It was Sebastian’s car. Your heart started beating faster.

           “Sebastian’s here,” you said in pure shock.

           “Well, go see what he wants,” your mom responded. “And call me later.” You hung up the phone absentmindedly, looking around you. You had the TV playing Gilmore Girls, you were wearing your oldest, ugliest pair of sweats, and you had cried all of your makeup off. You looked like an absolute wreck. If this didn’t make him hate you, you didn’t know what would. You tried to fix your hair a little, but you didn’t make it too far. Sebastian got out of his car in the pouring rain holding a brown paper bag you recognized well. It was from your favorite Italian restaurant. In another bag was a pint of cookie dough ice cream like the one you’d just finished. You sighed. He was definitely buying you dinner just to reject you. But you put your best face on and opened the door, taking in the smell of the pouring rain.

           “Why are you here?” You asked him.

           “Dinner!” He answered. You smiled at the innocence of his response and stood in the doorway, arms crossed, holding the door open with your back. “About earlier, in the trailer, I…”

           “I do like you,” you responded when you could hear him over the rain. He was under the portico of the guest house, protected from the rain.

           “You do?” His face lit up with a smile as he walked in, putting the bags down on the counter behind you. “Because I thought for a second…”

           “No, I just… I was being an idiot.”

           “No, I was being an idiot, I was such an asshole just calling you out like that, but I talked to…”

           “… Mackie,” you finished for him. He nodded.

           “Yeah. I just… He told me you only like Ben & Jerry’s, but they had two kinds with cookie dough so I got both of them, and then I got food, and I was hoping we could talk a little, just because….”

           “Did you get two sets of silverware?”

           “I was hoping I could eat with you. Like, I don’t know. Some kind of weird, impromptu, fucked-up, accidental date?” He asked timidly. You couldn’t help but smile, and that was when he actually looked down at you. “Have you been crying?”

           “And eating Ben & Jerry’s,” you answered. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself.

           “And watching Gilmore Girls,” he said as he saw the TV. “That’s exactly what Mackie said.” You scoffed.

           “How does he know me so well?”

           “I can’t believe I don’t.” Sebastian looked down at you, brushing your hair behind your head. The door was still open and the rain was still beating down and you were melting from his touch as he held onto your cheek.

           “Are you about to kiss me in the rain?” You asked him.

           “Is that okay?”

           “Yeah. Just make it fast so my ice cream doesn’t melt and my food doesn’t get cold.” He smiled at you and leaned down, just enough to where he could kiss you. Your hands went to his chest to pull him closer. He had just showered and he smelled like the aftershave he always left in the trailer and you never wanted him to stop. He was just as soft and warm as he looked.

           “Fast enough?”  

A/N: I loved writing this so much omg. My power is back, my WiFi is back, and I am in my FEELS. I think you can probably tell I was listening to some old T Swift when I was writing this????

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New chapter of my Odesta fic is up - please read!

(FINNICK)

They summon me, Blight, Cashmere, and Enobaria to an interview with Caesar Flickerman to discuss what happened with our tributes yesterday. They wanted Johanna to be on the panel, but she’s hung over and Caesar can’t stand her in general, so Blight takes over. I’d prefer Enobaria be replace, too – ideally by Lyme, but she’s too sympathetic for these blood-and-gore interviews. She doesn’t play up her victor persona.

I’m hung over, too, but there’s no getting out of this, especially after Snow cut me a break last night. Somes brings me some sort of concoction to calm my stomach after I barf in the kitchen sink. He’s one of those people that isn’t bothered by vomit at all, and I wonder if it has something to do with his life before he was an Avox. I know the ones from District 3 are usually electricians or techies; District 6 ones work in garages, doing repairs on trams and cars. I know the ones from the Capitol are usually servants, forced to wait on their former peers so they never forget their new status. 

I down the drink in one go and hand him back the empty glass. “Is this what you make for Broadsea?”

He nods.

“Does it work?”

He bobbles his head in a way that I think means, Not really or Sometimes.

“Fantastic.”

My stylist keeps quiet again. She’s usually very chatty and I usually don’t mind, but it was a rough night. And a rough morning.

When she’s done “sprucing me up” – a phrase Johanna taught me – I thank her and promise to be in a better mood next time.

She puckers her lips, which have been surgically altered to form a heart shape, and gives me a disproving look. “Mm-hmm.”

I like her much better than the last one.

I’m the third to arrive after Cashmere and Enobaria. Caesar greets me with an oversized smile and a handshake. “Finnick! Wonderful to see you as always. How have you been?”

I put on my best smile. “Can’t complain. And you?”

“Wonderful. Wonderful, wonderful! I was just telling Cashmere here how exciting these Games are already.” He leans forward slightly and lowers his voice as if to tell me a secret. “Between you and me, I was a little disappointed with the lack of action last year.”

“I think Timothy would disagree,” I say.

Cashmere whips out a few of her beloved blackberry cigarettes and offers them around. “Want one?”

“Sure.” I pluck one from her outstretched hand.

“Thank you, but I’m afraid blackberry isn’t my flavor,” says Caesar.

Enobaria spits, “I don’t smoke.”

Blight shows up out of breath. “Sorry. Overslept.”

We settle in around the table as Caesar starts his vocal warmups. I put out my cigarette as makeup artists apply an extra layer of powder to Blight’s sweaty forehead.

“I saw a kitten eating chicken in the kitchen.” Caesar over-pronounces each word. “I slit the sheet, the sheet I slit, and on the slitted sheet I sit.”

“Could we get some coffee maybe?” I ask no one in particular.

One of the production assistants comes bounding over with a huge mug. “Sugar, sir?”

“Yes. Lots of sugar.”

“Can I get a water?” Blight asks.

The assistant smiles politely, but the look in her eyes suggests she wants to smack him. “Of course.” How dare he interrupt her conversation with the illustrious Finnick Odair? She could be the woman to finally make that philanderer settle down! But now she’ll never know because some idiot wanted water.

“Betty bought some butter, but, said she, the butter’s bitter. If I put the butter in my batter, it will make my batter bitter.”

Cashmere lights another cigarette which we share. We take turns dragging and blowing out ribbons of pale purple smoke. Cashmere can blow out perfect blackberry-scented rings. I can't eat blackberries anymore because they remind me of Cashmere, of her cigarettes, of the way she tastes when we're forced to kiss.

“But a bit of better butter will make my bitter batter better. So Betty bought the better butter, better than the bitter butter, put it in her batter, and made her bitter batter better. It was better Betty bought some better butter.”

The assistant gives me and Blight our beverages as the director counts down. “Five. Four. Three. Two. One.” He points at Caesar to let him know he’s live.

“Good morning, Panem!” Caesar begins. “Yesterday, we witnessed the first major showdown between tributes following the bloodbath. Career tribute Piers Whitaker of District Four died trying to protect his counterpart, Annie Cresta, from his Career allies. Annie wounded Gad Centaury of District Seven, leaving his allies no choice but to kill him. Let’s take a look at that footage one more time.”

I concentrate on drinking my coffee while they play the clip.

Caesar directs the first question to me. “Now Finnick, I think what everyone at home is wondering – what do you make of Annie Cresta’s actions? I must say I was surprised. She didn’t strike me as being capable of such . . . violence.” He probably wanted to say savagery or barbarism but the whole thing is savage and barbaric. Needed to come up with a different word. “As her mentor, can you offer us any insight?”

This would be a great question for Johanna, who played the weakling when she was in the arena at first, but shocked the world with her violent attacks on the other tributes.

“You never know what someone is capable of until you put them in a situation like that,” I say. “I think that since we made it through those situations, victors know ourselves better than most.”

Caesar is nodding his head as he listens intently. “Mm-hmm.” He turns to Enobaria and asks her what she thinks of that statement.

Enobaria is a psycho but somehow doesn’t even make my list of the top five worst victors. What really puts me off about her is her teeth. In the final battle of her Games, she was pinned down by a boy twice her size and couldn’t move her arms or legs. The only weapon she had was her teeth, which she used to tear his neck wide open. That doesn’t bother me: she did what she had to do to survive. What does bother me is the fact that she had her teeth filed into fangs as an homage. I don’t know if she did it because she thought it would be a funny or if she plans to weaponize them again in the future.

“I agree,” she says to Caesar. “And I think all of our tributes are starting to understand who they are after this.”

“Oh, certainly. But what I want to know –” he puts his fingertips on the table and leans forward a bit “– is what do we think of Annie defeating Gad like that? Blight, any thoughts?”

Blight’s right in the middle of gulping down orange juice when Caesar asks the question so Cashmere answers instead. “Caesar, there’s always a longshot in the Games, and they always get farther than we expect. If you ask me, I think Gad was a bit too confident in his abilities.”

“There’s a fine line between confidence and arrogance,” Caesar says. “Don’t you think so?” he asks me with a chuckle.

“Me? Caesar, I wouldn’t know anything about that.” I flash a shmoozy smile at him.

“Finnick, so saucy!” Caesar’s oversized teeth steal the show when he opens his mouth to chuckle.

I excuse myself to the bathroom, where I vomit up Somes’s tonic and everything I’ve eaten in the last three days. I’m washing my mouth out over the sink when one of the televisions in the bathroom – they have televisions in nearly every room – cuts to a shot of Annie Cresta opening her eyes.

(ANNIE)

I’m on the docks. I know that because I’m wet and I’m all nestled up in ropes. And I can smell the wetness. The water against the concrete edge of the port. I don’t like that smell. I don’t like it anymore.

My eyelids are heavy. There’s gunk in the corners the way there is sometimes when somebody wakes me up in the middle of the night. But it’s not the night. I don’t think it is. The air at night feels difference from this. The air at home feels different from this. So do the ropes on the dock.

I make my eyes open. I’m not on the dock by the water. There is no dock and there is no water. Concrete and rain and vines and the vines have me all tangled up and I don’t know where I am.

I know I should stand. Should walk. I’m not supposed to stay here but I can’t remember why.

Sit up. But my head hurts. Let’s go back to bed. No, no. Can’t do that. Get up up up. Gonna fall back down – no, hang onto the vines that feel like rigging and don’t fall down again, Annie!

My mother, she butchered me My father, he ate –

Silver thing floats down and lands at my feet. Parachute. A gift! I open it up as fast as I can but it’s nothing, just the cannister itself. A water bottle! I can use it for water.

But I had a water bottle. I just had it I just had it it was just I was just –

Can’t breathe. Hands on me squeezing me squeezing my neck and Piers is screaming and my thumbs are in his eyes and I look down at my hands and there’s jelly on them but not jam-jelly it’s jelly from the eyes from his eyes from his eyes from his eyes and Piers is screaming and I cover my ears to block out the sound but there’s still jelly on my hands and it gets on my face and in my hair and I try to clean it clean it but it won’t go away I try to scrape it off on a concrete wall and I scrape my skin off too.

My mother, she butchered me My father, he ate me My sister, little Ann-Marie She gathered up the bones of me

And tied them in a silken cloth to lay under the juniper            Tweet, tweet! What a pretty bird am I!

(FINNICK)

There are bruises across her neck in the shape of Gad’s hands where he choked her. it looks excruciatingly painful. The damage is enough that I doubt she’d even be able to swallow a sip of water.

I wince when she begins to sing, partially because of how painful it must be and partially because it’s – well, terrifying. Her squeaky, scratchy voice sends chills down my spine.

My mother, she butchered me My father, he ate me My sister, little Ann-Marie She gathered up the bones of me

And tied them in a silken cloth to lay under the juniper            Tweet, tweet! What a pretty bird am I!

She abruptly covers her ears like she’s trying to block out a sound, but the microphones in the arena don’t pick anything up. She tears her hands away and looks down at them. They’re still stained with blood.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.” She starts clawing at her own hands like she’s trying to peel something off – the blood, probably. When that doesn’t work, she presses her palms into a nearby cinderblock and drags her hands down it so hard that she scrapes off some of her skin and smears blood on the block.

My mother, she butchered me My father, he ate me My sister, little Ann-Marie She gathered up the bones of me

And tied them in a silken cloth to lay under the juniper            Tweet, tweet! What a pretty bird am I!

She lies back down among the vines and curls in on herself.

There’s a knock at the bathroom door. “Mr. Odair?” It sounds like the production assistant from before. “They want you on stage.” I don’t respond. “Mr. Odair? Are you in there?”

I shut my eyes and sigh. “Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

Blight and the others are leaving just as I come back to the stage. Caesar is looking at the monitor on the desk in front of him with a very strange expression. I know we’re not being recorded when I sit down and he asks me, “What on earth is she doing?”

“Singing, I guess.”

The song ends and Annie burrows into her little nest and falls asleep again. Caesar lets me go after we establish that the song is an old nursery rhyme and Annie’s in shock, and that there are nine far more interesting tributes to focus on, like the ailing tribute from District 2 or the boy from District 10 who captures and eats small mutts.

Maybe when Annie wakes up she’ll be normal again.

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   AT THE MENTION OF HER SENSEI, the little one would LIGHT UP just as brightly as the midday sun itself. “Rohan sensei? Well...” Their FIRST MEETING together would have already been the BESTEST DAY IN HER LIFE. “It ain’t no secret dat he’s one-a da most talented, most amazing artist in da WHOLE WIDE WORLD! A-Ah didn’t even think ah’d have-a chance of meetin’ him, let alone talk ta him!” And yet... it was from that day when things got better. When DREAMS WOULD BECOME A REALITY, as the gifted mangaka took her under his wing, and offered her every bit of LOVE AND SUPPORT that she didn’t even think she deserved in the first place. 

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Send 💖 and my muses will say something nice about you, the mun

   “Well, ah’ll be a flyin’ squirrel’s cousin, if it ain’t Kitty! ‘Ave a seat, ‘ave a seat!” Pulling up a chair for the GUEST OF HONOUR, Itsuki would then run off briefly. Before returning with several dishes that she had made just for the occasion, as well as two cups of freshly brewed tea, “Ah hope ya don’t mind! As sweet as SODA is, it’s a whole lot betta if ya wash dat all down wit’ some pipin’ hot tea!” And with that, the little one would take her seat from across them. Clasping her hands lightly together and giving a grateful “Itadakimasu!” before digging into her own food.

   And in between a few busy munches, Itsuki would smile up to them. Hoping that they were enjoying the meal that she had prepared just for them. “SHE speaks da world of ya, y’know? Always gushin’ on ‘bout what a talented an’ hardworkin’ fella ya are! An’ jus’ how proud she is ta know ya an’ call ya her FRIEND! An’ oooohhhh! All demm cute critters ya got back at home! Yer a real kind soul fer watchin’ o’er an’ lovin’ all those darlins’! Ah sure wish ah could go and see em’ fer m’self, one day!” She would take another spoonful of rice then, “Ehehe, uhm jus’ so happy ah got ta finally meet wit’cha’s m’self! It’s a real honor, yup, yup! ... Thank ya fer bein’ such a great friend, Kitty-san.”

Send 💘 and the mun will say something nice about your muse

   Hehe, well hello, hello, MR VOGUE! It’s about time we had some coffee together, huh? And lookit you, looking as SPIFFY as always-- pft! But no seriously, I am absolutely JELLY over how you can just make any outfit look like it was tailored just for you! Just how good you make everything look on you! And so it means a lot that your FABULOUS SELF likes my makeup and wardrobe! Also, where can I get those headbands? Because I always thought that they are the cutest! I would totally love to try one on myself, one of these days! If, you don’t mind that is. I know it’s kind of one of your signature accessories, after all, but pretty please~? You got them in several colours too! But your green one is totally my fave!

   Also, I just wanna say... thank you. Because you’re just such a sweetheart, okay? You are clearly so busy with your work as a mangaka, but that also never stops you from being there for your friends and from giving back to the community itself. And I’m just so SO GRATEFUL that you are there to look out for my little snow child. And just what an absolutely POSITIVE INFLUENCE you have been on her, since you two met! And of course, that’s not all. You have honestly just been a DEAR to all of my other muses too! Like, I know Josuke doesn’t want to say it, but I know he appreciates having a big brother figure in his life as well! 

   And of course... you know your BIG SISTER REIMI is too, and will always be proud of you... and will always want the best for you, Rohan. She really misses you, you know. And one of the few things she truly regrets in life is the fact that... she couldn’t be there with you. When you worked so hard to be the amazing artist that you are today. But you know what? She just wants you to be happy, Rohan, as do all of my other muses. And I hope you will continue to pursue the happiness you deserve in life.

Send 💕 and the mun will say something nice about you, the mun

   Aaaaaa my darling Kittyyyy, please forgive me for being such a broken record. But you know just how much I adore you and just how highly I think of you. I will be forever proud to call you my friend, and am so grateful that you offered your HAND OF FRIENDSHIP to me that very day! Like oh my goodness, I also appreciated Snii recommending me to you, but ahhhhh... I-I was actually so nervous and shy too when we first started talking (Heck, I was this way with Snii too. But it’s like... omgosh, these two are so flipping talented, so please, don’t screw up your one chance to talk to them!)? So oh gosh, I was just so happy when we hit it off as well as we did! How you literally welcomed me with OPEN ARMS, as we started talking about how Itsuki and Rohan were going to interact, and what relationship they would have (Which to this very day continues to ofc be one of my most FAVOURITE RELATIONSHIPS that Itsuki got to be blessed with).

   And it will always warm my heart to see what a FANTASTIC FRIEND you are to not just me, but to your other friends, especially when it comes to Snii. The INFINITE AMOUNT OF LOVE AND SUPPORT you give just awes me, truth me told. Like good lord, that love you radiate for your friends is just... incredible, okay? And when I see you two are up to your shenanigans on the dash, I am always here chuckling. I am always so happy to see you two have so much fun together, and what INCREDIBLE CHEMISTRY you two have together, especially when it comes to your ship! I’m just... aaaaaaa,  you are the absolute sweetest, truly. And we are all just so lucky to have a pal like you in our lives, Kitty. MUACK! I will always be cheering you on from my end, okay? You best remember to treat yourself too, you hardworker you! DOUBLE MUACK!

[wonderwomanfantasy]

Troublemaker

There is not nearly enough Fred and George content on my blog. 

Fred x reader (slight George x reader)

warnings: cursing? and that’s about it this is pretty fluffy 

word count: 1,400 (about)

summary: no one ever assumed you were anything other than a sweet innocent Hufflepuff, big mistake. 

The sorting hat had sealed your fate the moment they sorted you into Hufflepuff. It was the perfect cover, after all, you were an innocent little Hufflepuff, what harm could you do? of course, you didn’t know why the Slytherin table only serves haggis and crackers. Or why there was a sudden outbreak of Dragon Pox right after you gave out cupcakes to everyone, that was just a coincidence after all.  and the little leather notebook you carried with you everywhere? that was just a diary, it couldn’t be full of prank ideas or something. 

Fred and George were just as oblivious as everyone else to your true nature. even when they checked the Marauders map and saw your name pop up in weird places they just brushed it off. 

“She’s a Hufflepuff, what could she be up too?”

“you’re right, (y/n) probably offered to take someone’s detention for them.”  The brothers only found out the truth when they tried to prank Hufflepuff. it was harmless really, just a bit of laughing taffy, that made whoever ate it laugh uncontrollably for a couple of minutes. they had both been sure that the Hufflepuffs would see the humor behind it and not retaliate. 

until they got to quidditch practice. Someone, Someone from Huffle puff had taken all of their equipment had turned into rubber. their brooms hung limp, the bats jiggled like jelly, even the Snitch couldn’t fly because its wings were too wobbly.   

It was a fantastic prank, beautifully executed and no doubt the twins would have loved it if it hadn’t been done to them. Fred and George swore to find whoever did this to them and enact revenge. That had been the plan anyway. but how could they when the perpetrator turned out to be a cute girl? the answer seemed to be, add you to the group making their Dreadful Duo a Terrible Trio. 

When you first started spending more time with Fred and George teachers gave you weird looks. some of them even went as far as to warn you not to spend time with the Weasleys, after all, they wouldn’t want you to be corrupted. 

little did they know, you were the one corrupting them. you were the one who thought up the remote-controlled broom, they just helped you make it. every prank you thought of was brilliant, everything about you was brilliant. So was it any wonder that Fred found himself falling for you?  Technically, both Fred and George had fallen for you, but Fred had called dips so he was the one who got to ask you out. 

“(y/n)! hey(y/n)!” Fred called racing towards you down the hall. you turned at the sound of your name just in time to see Fred Weasley trip on his own foot and crash into you. Fred went sprawling on the floor and knocked you into the wall so hard your teeth rattled. 

“you know Fred when I said knock her dead I didn’t mean literally,” George said rolling his eyes and helping his brother up to his feet.

“Can I help you two or did you just want to make me late to History of Magic?” you asked rubbing the back of your head. Fred still couldn’t speak, he had knocked the air out of his own lungs. 

“Well Freddie here was going to ask you to be his date for the yule ball-” George said Clapping his brother on the back making Fred wheeze. you stood up excitedly practically bouncing. 

“yes I’d love too,” you said, a dangerous gleam in your eye. a gleam the boys knew all too well. you had a plan. “it’ll be fun,” you added a wicked smile creeping onto your face. 

“See you, later boys!” you giggled innocently before running off. 

“well, this isn’t going to end well,” Fred wheezed. it looked like you had a joke in mind and he knew it would be on him. 

you refused to talk about the ball, but every time he brought it up you got that same mischievous look in your eyes. it was terrifying.  

“what if she doesn't show up?” Fred asked smoothing out his hair for the hundredth time

“she’s going to show up,”

“You know her! she’s up to something!”

“doesn’t mean she’s going to be a prick and stand you up,”

“what if-”

“Fred shut up! if you keep rambling we’re going to be late then she really will leave you.” George snapped. Fred gulped and made his way to the Hufflepuff common room. 

you were beautiful, Fred had expected as much. his mouth went dry after seeing you in your beautiful dress and glittery makeup. 

“ready to go?” he choked out. you smiled wide and nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah- this is going to be so much fun,” you laced your fingers together with his and pulled him to the ballroom. 

The dance was lovely, pristine, classy, and totally not your style. you would rather be out by the forbidden forest seeing who could get the closest to the whomping willow. Fred tried a couple of times to spin you around the dance floor. but he was a rubbish dancer and he kept stepping on your toes or tripping over his own feet.

“want some punch?” he asked both of you were tired of dancing.  your eyes gleamed wickedly. 

“I’d love some actually,”  you said a little too eagerly. you spiked the punch. Fred knew instantly that’s what you had done, but he played dumb and walked calmly over to the punch table. He was a little releived that you hadn't been planning on ditching him. He was also a little curious to see what you had pulled off. 

you waited until Fred had drained his glass to sip your own punch. 

“So what’s it do?” Fred asked whipping his mouth 

“what do you mean?” you teased. 

“Off with it (y/n) I drank the punch now tell me if I am going to turn into a newt or something,” he demanded. you smiled. 

“guess you’ll have to wait and see,” you threw the cup back and gulped the punch in one go. “sure hope this works, I've never tried it before,” you mentioned licking your lips. he burst out laughing.

“you crazy witch you are going to kill someone!” he laughed making you laugh along. his chest suddenly grew tight, maybe it was the start of a heart attack, but he didn’t really care. you looked so beautiful right now. he kind of wanted to kiss you. you were his date, that meant he could kiss you if he wanted to right?  he leaned down to do just that when suddenly, he hickuped. a hot pink bubble popped out of his mouth. he looked confused at the bubble. then you hickuped and a similar bubble flew from your lips. you giggled and watched the bubbles float high in the air. 

Fred turned and saw the ballroom was full of pink bubbles. 

“This is surprisingly tame for you (y/n),” he commented. 

“I didn’t want to completely ruin the night for everyone you know?” you asked looking dreamily up at the ceiling. a slow waltz song started playing and you pulled Fred back onto the dance floor. The slower pace was easier for Fred, he only stepped on your feet twice. It was mostly just swaying in place with you pressed closely to his chest. the pink bubbles were a sharp contrast to the white decorations, it was kind of beautiful. 

“Hey (y/n),”

“yeah?”

“Close your eyes I have a surprise for you,” your eyes fluttered shut instantly. he cupped your cheeks and gently guided your lips to his. he could still taste the punch on your mouth. 

“That was one hell of a surprise Fred,” you whispered. 

“I’m not Fred, I’m George,”

“well that’s a shame, guess I’ll have to see if your brother is as good of a kisser,” you teased rolling your eyes.  he pulled you close and kissed you again running his tongue over your lower lip. like hell, he was letting his brother kiss you. 

[important-arcana-content]

Modern! Halloween/Haunted House Headcanons (Main 6)

Asra:

-Dresses up in something that shows a little skin, just for MC

-Likes the sort of strangely flavored candies

-Tongue is DARK BLUE by the end of the night from all the blue raspberry stuff

-Lots of his signature sweet smile, especially when MC is smiling too

-Did you say MC + lollipop = Asra practically drooling? Because I did.

-Is comparatively calm in the haunted houses. Likes to go in and check them out but if MC doesn’t want to he’ll 200% skip them

-Loves to coddle MC if they get scared—Asra is always there to hold them

-Definitely cuddling on the couch watching tame Halloween-themed junk at the end of everything, eating candy together

Julian:

-It’s raven time for raven boy

-Decorates the house on the first of October, ESPECIALLY with raven paraphernalia

-Probably dresses up in something dramatic with a flowing cape, so that he can twirl in it and deliver devastating lines

-Is CONSTANTLY singing “Spooky Scary Skeletons” and probably annoying MC to no end

-Really likes black liquorice because he loves to torture himself

-Goes overboard with the faux blood, but it’s super cute

-Tries to act very relaxed when going into a haunted house, but the first jumpscare sends him flying into MC

-Probably ends up making out with MC in a back room and then heading home to watch movies

Nadia:

-Her costume is so exquisite and perfectly elegant that it’s practically blinding

-Her eyeliner is way straighter than she is amirite

-If MC is sensitive to scares she’s protective, and if she does so much as look at someone they back down

-Makes sure that MC has a gorgeous costume, their love won’t have anything less than perfection

-Looks stunning in the faint light of the setting sun, autumn leaves in shades of red and orange falling about her

-If MC happens to say/do anything cute she’ll cover her mouth and giggle behind her intricate sleeve

-In a haunted house Nadia is the most composed out of all the Main 6. Especially if MC is sensitive, she’s an unshakable wall. Her upbringing and countenance account for that.

Muriel:

-Surprisingly talented at carving pumpkins because he’s a mountain man

-Scares don’t mix well with him. He’s already so mentally scarred that surprising things like that put him into defense mode

-More likely that he’ll want to stay at home with MC, relaxing by the fire

-Makes sure there’s a delicious Fall Harvest dinner ready, maybe with some apple cider and pumpkin pie for dessert

-Will tell MC all about the way the forest animals’ coats change in the fall, how they migrate and prepare for the winter. He’ll get lost with his arm around MC, mumbling about the squirrels and the deer.

-Despite the fact that he and MC don’t really go out, it’s still a fantastic night

Portia:

-H A L L O W E E N!

-Black cat decorations! Yes!

-Tries her hardest to outdo Julian in costuming, probably asking Nadia and MC for help creating something 10 times better than his

-Loves Halloween baking, and loves baking these things with MC. Makes cupcakes with black and orange sprinkles, cookies that look like witch fingers, and mummy rolls

-Lots of hugs, cheek kisses and colored icing daubed on noses. Her freckles look like sprinkles in the right light, so she’s definitely an actual cupcake

-Dresses Pepi up, just a little! Maybe gives the sweet kitten a little cape or a witch hat

-If MC is prone to spooks she keeps a stiff upper lip in scary houses, but otherwise she gets scared easily. But not at easily as Julian, which she holds over him.

-When she’s wearing her costume, she proceeds to place a hand on her hip, set her stance, and look super cute.

Lucio:

-Utilizes his claw in his costume somehow, probably paired with a glittering golden cape or something ostentatious

-His makeup is turned up to 10, and it’s actually very precise. His eyeliner is heavier than usual, and comes to even more of a spooky point.

-Thinks that the best candy is the most expensive, and so ensures that MC receives chocolate with gold leaf and the most high-end jelly beans ever.

-Hopes to see at least one person dressed up as him at some point in the night, even though everyone knows that isn’t going to happen.

-Lavishes MC in the most glorious, glittering costume opportunities, and is happy to have a little fashion show starring the both of them.

-Attempts to be intimidating in haunted houses, puffing out his chest at scarers and thrusting MC behind him. This works about 50% of the time.

-Ends the night with cinnamon-flavored liquor and movies in his upscale home theater.

[alitheamateur]

The Grind-Chapter 9

Warnings: Mentions of violence.

Colton had offered to retrieve my car and park it on the top level of the parking garage, so the herd of relentless paparazzi outside wouldn’t catch a shot of me leaving the hotel in clothes from the night before, at 10 a.m the following day. The 16-minute drive back to my apartment had soothed me deeper into a sleepy trance, along with the settling smorgasbord from breakfast. A dizzy nausea was attacking me too, as the nerves for Colton’s fight in only a handful of hours kept growing, and growing. He liked to be the overly-confident big mouth when it came to the topic, but I knew there had to be a sliver of anxious stress somewhere in him. I knew because I’d heard him go on & on about how “important this was to his career,” and he “hated to admit it, but he really needed to prove himself across the world of MMA.” 

I gulped a swig of Pepto Bismol from the bathroom medicine cabinet, and stripped my clothes for a much needed power nap in my bed which suddenly felt like rocky ground after sleeping on the expensive pillowtop at the hotel last night.

Warmer days were more & more frequent in the city now, so I was able to wear a suede peep-toe bootie that night. I followed instruction and sported my leather jacket per Colton’s request, along with a loose-fitting black shift dress that rubbed at my mid-thigh. My makeup a bit more dramatic courtesy of the cobalt blue trace of eyeliner I added, and my hair left down, tousled with loose waves. I never usually let it get much passed shoulder length as it held more tangles in doing so. But, the man in my life had quite the attraction to my now very lengthy, ombre blonde strands. Any time he’d escort me to the shower, I was required to turn my back to him for a brief moment so he could observe the water cascading through my hair, causing it to paint slickly down to the bra line of my back. He combed his digits through the ends, tracing the flow of warm water down to the noticeable dimples indented in the small of my back. So, not quite ready to let go of that particular little habit he had developed, I indulged him with a longer style for now. Wrestling with myself after awaking from my nap, I texted him.

L: Thanks again for last night <3  I’ll be sure to pack my first aid kit in case you need some extra TLC tonight!

Fully expecting just to be left on “read” without a reply, I was all the more pleasantly surprised when I heard his designated text tone chime across the bedroom.

C: No. Thank YOU for last night. And if those medical supplies you’re talkin’ about include a tight fittin’ little nurse outfit then YES PLEASE!!!!! I love you, Livvy Caroline.  

After arriving at the Palumbo Center, I decided to park my Honda in the covered complex rather than on the street, figuring I’d probably be loaded up into the black Suburban that Colt had rented so he & the team could all ride together this weekend, to paint the town after his victory. I tucked my arm through the chained strap of my crossbody purse & adjusted the “L” pendant necklace that was nestled between my cleavage. I felt sexy; important even. No one else in the arena knew that I was the girlfriend of the lethal animal that would be headlining tonight, but I certainly did. And it made me high.

I strolled boldly into the side entrance, greeting one of the guards I had become familiar with throughout the countless other events I had covered at the Palombo. Emmett, a towering steel wall of unyielding strength.

“Pretty as ever, Ms. Liv. How you doin’?” he said with the polite tipping of his worn tan Ascot hat.

“Doing fantastic, Emmett! You ready for this one?” We always exchanged predictive play-by-plays of whatever particular event of the night was, and I appreciated the fact that he didn’t chuckle or mock when a woman such as myself chimed an opinion in regard to athletics. Something rare, but regretfully present at at least two hockey games I attended for work when I first moved here. One being from a coach I approached for a question post-game, stating that he was “sure I could give him pointers on how to improve the teams’ uniforms if he needed them, but otherwise he didn’t have time to speak with me.” That was the first instance I questioned whether the big city of Pittsburgh would ever be the place for me.

“Oooooooooh girl, you know this gonna be a brawl.”

Chuckling lightly to his animated response, I shook my head with a pat to his arm and moved passed to head to the main room and locate my seat. Since I had entered from the private entrance, I had to navigate through the hallways and locker rooms to reach the arena floor. Smiling blankly at by passers, I reached into the side pocket of my bag for the nude lipstick I planned to apply at my pitstop to the restroom. My pace slowed a bit in struggle to locate it, eyes looking down in search. When I finally grasped it tucked away under a wad of crinkled receipts, my gaze lifted again to push open the door of the ladies’ room. However, I couldn’t seem to muster the very minimal effort it would’ve taken to open it, due to the hooded man marching down the wide hallway.

Mac was leading the pack, and Colton tailed the end of the line with his hands settled into the front pocket of a sweatshirt, headphones adorning his neck. His thinned, focused eyes instantly found mine, rendering me unable to even blink. Just as he was strolling right past me, those very same eyes sank to the now heavy rise & fall of my chest, then traced down the span of my glowy, toned legs. Last on the list of body parts for him to make love to with his eyes, he locked his penetrating sights onto my sex, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. He need not use words, because I knew unmistakably what those black pupils were envisioning. I watched his head turn then to face forward as he was escorted into what I assumed was his locker room. Now that my underwear were sopping for the evening, that was that.

 The profuse adrenaline spreading like a smoky vapor throughout the arena almost had me stimulated like a wave of lust. Not near as much as the very rated PG-13 encounter I had just had with Colton backstage, but stimulated, nonetheless. Black folding chairs lined the room, neon lights showing the stains of gum, spilled soda and ketchup splatters that covered the concrete floors. My seat was two rows behind the announcers table, and I was pleased with the exceptional view I would have for the fight. The jumbotron hanging from the rafters displayed a countdown clock reading 37 minutes until the match would be underway. I settled in, tucking my purse into my lap after removing my cell phone for some leisure social media catch up to aid in passing the time.

The crowd steadily poured into the empty seats, along with the television broadcasters at the booth in front of me. Luckily, I was able to eaves drop on the preshow now underway, hearing one of the suited men state that “Danny Mendez was in for a true contest with Colton Ritter.” An ounce of relief came over me that there were people other than myself and members of Colt’s camp who sincerely believed he had a very likely shot of stealing the belt tonight, but not enough relief to still the tapping of my toe, or erase the clamming of my twiddling hands. Suddenly the bulbs of the LED gym lights began clicking off row by row, and rap music began to thump from the mega speakers. 15 minutes running down the clock now. Short clips of Danny’s past battles flashed on the theater size screen, along with a few clips from Colton at the gym. Before I knew it, total darkness for a moment, followed by circling blue spotlights all around the cage.

Realizing it was indeed showtime now, whistles, claps and sporadic shouting ensued under the arena rooftop. Everyone began standing when the chords of “Let’s Go” by Run The Jewels struck up and a single white light aimed towards the tunnel entrance. Colton had left me with the daunting responsibility of selecting his song of introduction, so I knew any moment he would emerge into sight when I heard the tune begin.

Colton came trudging into view wearing the same sweatshirt he’d been sporting earlier, only now changed into his red fighting trunks. Mac’s logo, along with several other local business names were stamped as sponsors down the sides of his shorts. I was shocked at how many fans of his were revealed by the off-beat chants of his name, and of course the army of female admirers hooting like retrievers in heat. He didn’t waste any time making his way to the waiting referee, offering no high fives or fist bumps to hecklers swatting over the steel barricades of the aisle. He stripped the sweat absorbed shirt handing it to Mac, raised his arms to be patted from top to feet, then pulled back his lips to reveal he was wearing his required mouthguard. I always loved the way the chunky plastic made his lips fatten out when clenched between his teeth.

Next, the black latex gloves of the official smeared a thin layer of petroleum jelly onto each cheek bone, along the bridge of his nose, then across his perspiring forehead, and granted him entry into the cage door. Colton took one of the three steps entering and proceeded to jog two laps around the perilous steel playpen, rolling and stretching his bulging neck and trap muscles. He continued familiarizing himself with every square inch of the octagon mat taking in deep gulps of air through his nostrils, then exhaling gradually out his mouth. From what I could see, he gave the impression of a man prepared, focused and dangerously hungry for blood. The boom of Danny’s theme song didn’t seem to faulter Colton’s bluish eyes. Clear eyes, just like I had told him.

The second fighter followed his own pattern of flashy introductions kissing the cheeks of two women and a baby along his journey in, then aiming a single middle finger towards Colt during his examination from the same ref. When the door was latched behind him, both warriors stalked their opponent.

The suited announcer took his mark in the center, microphone in hand. “Ladies and gentlemen, good evening and welcome! The following match up is for the Professional Fighter’s Federation Middleweight Championship. Introducing first in the left corner your challenger weighing in at 184 pounds in his PFF debut, Colton Ritterrrrrr.”

“And in your right corner, the current undisputed Middleweight champion with a weight of 181 pounds Danny “The Matador” Mendez.”

I wanted to join the thundering “boo” at the mention of his name too, but refrained professionally. Mendez had fans, but many of them boastful douchebags such as himself.

I felt as if I needed to bury both hands over my heart to trap it inside my chest, and I can only imagine the feelings that were swarming Colton’s body. Tyson O’Brien, the preferred ring official across the circuit was passed the mic and motioned Mendez and Colton to step to him.

“Alright fellas, we’ve been over the rules. Protect yourself at all times, and you will follow my instructions. We’re gonna have a clean fight tonight. Touch gloves.”

Neither seething man extended a hand, instead retreated to their labeled corners with no interest other than drawing blood.

Tyson addressed Colton, “you ready?” Receiving one single nod in answer. After the same reply from his opponent, he dropped a hand to begin the time. The clock began ticking on potentially the most sickeningly vexing 25 minutes on my sheltered life.

 Round One

Twenty-five seconds in, and a fist had yet to be thrown. The two danced gracefully barefoot around each other, faces hid partially behind gloved fists. I could tell by the unsteady breaths from his nostrils that Colt was holding back a brutal eruption. Mac coached him to pace himself, because Mendez had a reputation of exhausting an opponent to the point of break, then he would unleash. So slow and steady would most likely win this race.

Colton would be the first to stretch forth in assault, however only connecting with Mendez’s thrown block. I swear I could hear a wisp of power cut through the air. The instant combo of left-right-right he threw next though, tagged his opponent just below the right eye. Danny smiled at the pain, now extremely ready to get things started indeed. Colton seemed to have a bit of an advantage with a reach much longer than Mendez, resulting in explosive strikes to the reddening body of the predicted victor.  His head movements strategically executed to clear any blows to the face in the first 2.5 minutes, but the leg kicks from the current champ were connecting painfully to his thighs. The handsome combatant carried a slight limp on his left leg for a moment, babying it from the strike. One leg lift however played in his favor when he was able to grab Danny’s calf and manage a powerful takedown that sent his back crashing to the ground.

Before he was pinned under Colt’s powerful legs, he managed to turn on all fours on his elbows. The attempt to escape was lost nevertheless when my red shorted fighter wrapped one arm around his torso, crushing with the force of a vice grip. He had evidently done his homework for this match up. His hands pounded like concrete blocks against the cauliflower ear and exposed temple of Danny, one blow he connected on the corner of his brow even resulted in the first blood secretion on the mat. He was like a great white in the open water inhaling the sent of a wounded seal. His right-hand imposed fist after fist, and Mendez was visibly shook.  37 seconds remained on the timer.

Shortly thereafter the time keeper smacked together his wooden blocks to notify now only 30 seconds left in the round. Dan wormed his way out of the hold to stand to his feet, placing ample space between the two of them for a brief instant before charging Colton with a swift roundhouse kick, thankfully missing. A blow horn shrieked, and the men retreated to corners joined by training staff members. I thought I may need medical attention next when I released a breath of momentary relaxation and noticed the half moons of nail marks I had pushed into the inside of my thigh. This round undoubtably belonged to Colton.

 I was suffocating the urge to dart straight to the concession stand for a generous dose of nerve settling liquor. Was I cut out to be the girlfriend of a fighter? Could I really stomach watching him suffer blow after blow to the head, or have to spend the weeks after a match nursing a concussion? Driving him around the city in search of an oral surgeon to repair the teeth that had been forcibly removed from his gums? Was I thick-skinned enough to tarry that journey? The answer is no. The idea of it all made me want to projectile vomit the lavish breakfast I had with him that morning. The daunting apprehension that even every day mundane tasks like choosing where to get gas, or what facial cleanser wouldn’t cause a rash literally sent my brain into unnerving override. I didn’t have the thickened skin for it. I wasn’t designed for dramatic unraveling’s. But, he was like a computer technician rewiring a hard drive from the inside out when it came to my old habits. Colton Ritter was reviving me, rebuilding me into the daring, strong and ultimately better version of myself, and I would forever be grateful. I could feel myself developing the depth of not only headstrong, flourishing journalist, but loyal, passionate life partner as well.  So, if nursing contusions or taping broken fingers was necessary to my repertoire, then so be it.

I dialed in on the announcers again in effort to gather expert opinion on predictions now that the first round was in the books.

“I’m gonna be real honest with you, man. This is not at all how I saw this going. Ritter came out explosive! The kid ain’t the slouch that most of the locker room had expected. Matter of fact, Jake, a few guys for Danny’s camp have been callin’ him a ‘pretty boy’.”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard that little nickname floating around too, Brett. But it seems to me that so-called pretty boy is doin’ some serious punishing in that cage right now. Solid fist round for the newcomer.”

Pretty boy? Colt would roll over if he heard these guys refer to him that way on the radio. It absolutely suited him on the outward appearance, 98% of the heterosexual female population would agree. Still, it lacked the desired malevolent intimidation factor for the nickname of a mixed martial artist.

How can you spin this, Eliiot? Make it work…hmmm… Pittsburgh Pretty Boy? Ew no, too WWE. Pretty boy.. pretty boy. Pretty Boy Punisher? Oooooh, that’s got a ring to it. The Pretty Boy Punisher.

I would definitely add that to my article. Anything to deter the entire world of cage fighting from calling him a pretty boy, and taking him for a joke.  

The coaches scurried suddenly to the outer walls of the cage, clearing out water bottles and folding black stools before the next round began, and inhuman beasts attacked each other once more.  

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Envy (Sirius Black)

Summary: Jealously is contagious and a cruel game, especially involving relationships. What’s worse is that you’re not even in a relationship with him. But by the end of the night, you’ll be claimed by him. Like a wolf catching prey.

Pairing: Sirius Black X Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter Marauders Era

~*~*~

The Yule Ball is on in a few days and he hasn’t asked you yet. You’d thought Sirius would’ve asked you by now but no, he hasn’t. Actually, he’s been ignoring you since he caught you flirting with a guy from Slytherin. But you weren’t together so it wasn’t right for him to get mad. But you saw him flirting with some blonde girl from Ravenclaw and boy it got underneath your skin. 

He caught you and just gave you a wink making you snap your quill in half, Marlene noticed with a slight frown. “That’s the fifth time you broke a quill, and it’s not even a full week yet.” She says making you roll your eyes. 

“She’s angry due to Sirius choosing a Ravenclaw girl to the Yule Ball-” 

“hE cHOsE tHE RaVEnCLaW gIRl?!” You snapped with a high pitch squeal making Lily taken back. You snap your head away from her as you look back down at the parchment as you pull out another quill and began writing down hastily, writing out Slughorn’s potion homework. 

“Y/N, Slughorn’s not going to be able to read that. Uh, can I do it?” Lily ask, worried that the sixth quill will snap any second now. You huffed as you didn’t budge.

“Oh my Merlin! He’s kissing her!” Marlene whispers making you snap your head up seeing that it’s true, you felt your heart shatter as you dropped your quill and look down at the parchment. Lily and Marlene look at each other then decided to help you pack up and work somewhere else. 

“Honestly what a dick.” Lily states as she walks down the hall entering outside. “You deserve so much better.” She says as Marlene nods in agreement. 

“Well he is James’s friend.” Marlene says making Lily show a slight blush as they continue walking down to the lake. 

You sigh as you look at them. “I don’t think I’m going to the stupid ball.” You say making the two turn to face you, eyes widen. 

“Oh no! There’s no way you’re not gonna have fun due to Sirius being a prick! You’re going to show him what he’s missing out on.” Lily says sternly making Marlene smirk with her.

“I think that Slytherin bloke what’s his name? Aiden Thornheart? I think you should go with him. Honestly he’s hot and he likes you.” Marlene suggest making you shrug. 

“I don’t know...” 

“Come on Y/N, Sirius deserves some payback for doing that to you! Show him what he’s missing out on, show him you don’t care, make him jealous.” Marlene says with a devilish smirk on her lips, Lily cross her arms across her chest smirking with Marlene. 

“Make Sirius sorry, make him see what a dick he is.” Lily says encouraging you. 

You bite your lip thinking. 

“He’s playing a cruel game, Y/N. Like cat and mouse. He’s making you feel worse so you can come back and apologise for flirting with him. But the thing is, you’re gonna make him come back begging you to forgive him.” Marlene smiles, sitting next to you around around your shoulder.

“Exactly, make that boy sorry for treating you like he is.” Lily smirk, sitting next to you. 

You then smirk looking at them as you show a sinister look in your eyes. “I think it’s time for my turn for some fun.” 

~*~*~ 

Lily and Marlene had helped you with your makeup and Merlin you look gorgeous. Dark eye makeup with winged eyeliner and dark red lipstick. The dress was a short black dress with a lace top and sleeveless, this was showing off your legs with black ribbon heels. Your hair was done in a messy bun with a braid but it looked stunning as. 

You walk your way down with the two stunning girls, Lily and Marlene. You see your date Aiden Thornheart and walked over towards him whilst Lily and Marlene found their dates and wondered off. 

You walk down an aisle showing off your dress. You see Sirius with the blonde Ravenclaw girl, she was wearing a simple blue dress as Sirius looked heavenly handsome, but you couldn’t tell him that. You hold Aiden’s arm as you both walk down. You saw Sirius’s jaw clench as the blonde was talking but clearly he wasn’t paying attention. 

“Is that Y/N? Damn she’s hot-OW!” Lily had elbowed James making Peter giggle. 

“She’s very stunning.” Remus mumbles turning a slight shade of red making James smirk. 

“Too bad Sirius missed out-HEY!” Peter squeals looking down at his ruined white suit, covered in butterbeer. Sirius growled as he pulls the Ravenclaw girl away from them. 

“Someone’s jelly.” Marlene smirks, taking a drink from her butterbeer. 

“He ruined my suit!” Peter exclaims angrily. 

“This is gonna turn out either horrible or fantastic.” 

~*~*~ 

You and Aiden danced along the floor, smiling into each other. You then feel a hand on your shoulder, you look at Aiden who is frowning as you then turn around to face Sirius, who looks like he’s going to explode. 

“I need to talk to Y/N for a minute.” Sirius says sternly making Aiden frown as he cross his arms. But before getting an approval he drags you away from Aiden as he takes you outside the ball room and into a broom closet. 

He pushes you in as he closes the door. You frown as you cross your arms above your chest, watching him. 

“What the hell are you doing, Sirius? Aren’t you meant to be with that Ravenclaw girl?” You ask making him frown. 

“What am I doing?! What the hell are you doing?! Dancing with Aiden Thornheart! Hell you were about to kiss him-” 

“Why should you care Sirius? We’re not dating.” You state, a small smirk on your lips. This stopped him, he looked down as his jaw clenched. “Now if you don’t mind, I’m going back to my date.” You say as you push by him as you open the door but this stops you. 

“I’m sorry...” 

You stop dead in your tracks as you turn to face him, but his back was facing yours. 

“Sirius-” 

“I’m sorry! Okay! I’m sorry for making you jealous, making you cry, for everything! I’m a dick for it, and I honestly hate seeing you with someone else. Sure we’re not dating but Merlin I wish you were mine. This game we’re playing, it’s cruel and I’m sorry for playing. I was jealous for seeing you and Aiden talking, and something sparked in me making me so furious and I wanted to teach you a lesson. Which ended in cruelty. I broke that Ravenclaw girl’s heart and I broke yours. I know you probably wouldn’t forgive me and I understand that.” 

This... This was a new side of Sirius you’ve never seen before. You bite down your lip as you close the door and turned to face him. You grab his cheek as you lift it to face him, eyes meeting eyes. 

“That’s all I needed to hear.” You say making him frown in confusion as you smash your lips against his as he immediately reacts to your touch. His lips pressed against yours as he slightly pushes you against the wall. 

“So, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked as he starts kissing down your neck as you moan slightly. 

“Of course.” 

~*~*~

You sit down in Potions class next to Marlene and Lily who are both smirking. You pull out your parchment and quill as you set up. 

“So the plan worked I see.” Lily says giggling making you smirk. You raise your scarf higher. 

“You’re welcome by the way.” Marlene winks making you roll your eyes. 

You look up seeing Sirius staring at you as he winks, admiring his handywork on your neck. You blush as you shake your head looking down. 

Finally this cruel game between you and him is over. 

Masterlist 

[fuseboxspoilers]

ep. 37 script 

Welcome back to Love Island! "Last time the Islanders had a big bottle battle." THABI : I volunteer as tribute! I'll tell you a secret… Thabi's mum told me to look out for her girl but I don't think Thabi needs it anymore! I'd follow her anywhere. Especially if she offered to carry me. Coming up! Tom tells it like it is. TOM : I want to send these two home. And mystery boxes arrive at the Villa…

The dressing room is a hive of activity as the girls throw on makeup as quickly as possible. VALENTINA HAPPY: New boys! New boys! THABI : I can't believe this I was just getting used to everything. Angie sighs. ANGIE : One of these boys has got to be the right one right? ANGIE : I feel like I say this every time there's new boys but it's gotta be true soon. ANGIE SAD: I can't keep being single with a guy I'm just mates with then being single again. CORA HAPPY: I'm sure you'll find your man babe! ANGIE : It's just Thabi has (partner) and PLAYER has (partner)… ANGIE : Where's Angie's other half? PLAYER THINKING: Angie's hoping one of the new boys will be the boy she's looking for… One of them has to be, Maybe look elsewhere, I'll give you (partner)

ANGIE : I'm really hoping so! NAJUMA : I'll make them sweep you off your feet don't worry.

Angie frowns then looks around the dressing room then back at you. ANGIE : Nothing but girls in here.

Angie looks Najuma up and down. ANGIE EMBARRASSED: No offense but you're not exactly my type. PLAYER FLIRTY: Your loss.

ANGIE : I don't know… ANGIE : I get the feeling { }'s a little intimidated by me. ANGIE : Plus { } might object. ANGIE : But enough about me! I didn't mean to be such a downer. ANGIE : I'm genuinely excited for these new guys! VALENTINA HAPPY: It's going to shake things up! VALENTINA : And it keeps our fellas on their toes. TIFFANY : There'd better not be another comedian. TIFFANY : Keeping Bruno in check is turning into a full-time job. TIFFANY : Plus we'd have to make it open mic night every night and I'm meant to be on holiday!" THABI : How about you PLAYER? Are you excited for the new boys?" PLAYER THINKING: How do I feel about the new boys? I'm happy with (partner), I doubt they'll be anything special, It's always exciting!

(partner) smiles at you. (partner): That's just what I was thinking. (partner): No man can stand in our way. (if partnered with najuma)

"TIFFANY : Yeah you two are too adorbs." TIFFANY : It really feels like you're gonna make it all the way.

ANGIE HAPPY: Don't say that! PLAYER : Oh sorry babe.

PLAYER : I bet they'll be the most amazing fantastic guys and we'll all want a bite. PLAYER : Agh I can't win. NAJUMA FLIRTY: Maybe several bites if they're gorge enough. VALENTINA : You really did read a lot of those vampire books growing up eh? NAJUMA HAPPY: I'm still reading them. THABI : It does give me the tummy tickles. The other girls stop getting ready and look at her. THABI : What? ANGIE : You're cute as a button love but you have to be putting some of it on. THABI : What do you mean? ANGIE : Who says 'tummy tickles' seriously? THABI EMBARRASSED: Me?

Something clatters on the other side of the room. CORA : Ah! Sorry girls. CORA : And to whoever those hairsprays belonged to. VALENTINA : They're mine! Cora carefully stacks the sprays back up. CORA : I'm rushing around too much… CORA : Getting hyped about the new boys! NAJUMA : Already going off (partner)? CORA HAPPY: I always love meeting new people! CORA : I just get a little too giddy sometimes. CORA : But what I'm wondering is… CORA : What does a challenge have to do with these guys? PLAYER THINKING: What do I think the new boys will do in this challenge? They'll ask us questions, They are the challenge, We'll wrestle them in jelly

The girls pause. VALENTINA : I hadn't thought about that. CORA : Of course! These guys will have been watching us on telly. ANGIE : Ha! You girls look like two deer caught in the headlights. ANGIE : It'll be fine.

NAJUMA : How do you mean babe? PLAYER : Like we have to do something with them?" THABI : Like what? PLAYER HAPPY: I don't know! I don't make these challenges up.

THABI : Ew! I hope not. VALENTINA : Jelly in this heat? NAJUMA : My hair would never recover… TIFFANY HAPPY: There's only one way to find out. Let's finish getting ready and go! PLAYER THINKING: What should I wear to meet these new boys? ANGIE HAPPY: Damn PLAYER. At least give us a fighting chance! THABI HAPPY: That's such a cute look on you babe. THABI : The new boys will love it! TIFFANY HAPPY: And I thought I was the joker here. PLAYER : I'll let you know I take this very seriously.

PLAYER EXCITED: Time to meet these new guys! You all make your way to the challenge platform meeting up with the other Islanders along the way. As a treat for the Islanders I ordered two marble statues of myself to be placed around the Villa. I got a text from the delivery company saying they'd been delivered… Ah! It looks like they're right there. I can't wait to see the group's faces when they open them up! Ahead of you on the platform stand two large wooden boxes each labelled 'Fragile'.

JAMES : Ominous… YOUCEF SURPRISED: Ah that's my phone. "Islanders in today's challenge your actions will decide whether two new boys enter the villa or are immediately dumped from the Island." ANGIE SURPRISED: What?! BRUNO HAPPY: Nice! Let's say goodbye to them right now. ANGIE SAD: Nooo… PLAYER THINKING: The boys might get dumped before they even arrive! Angie needs this, I don't need the drama, I'll break them out!

ANGIE EMBARRASSED: That really makes me sound desperate…

PLAYER : It'd be nice to not deal with it not gonna lie. THABI : Not sure that's in the rules. PLAYER : Rules are more like guidelines to me.

YOUCEF : Excuse me. Can I continue? Inside each box is a new boy. You are about to receive a set of riddles about your fellow Islanders. The girls must compete against the boys to answer the most riddles correctly. If the girls win they get the two lovely lads. If the boys win they will be immediately dumped from the Island.

VALENTINA : Riddles about us? YOUCEF : Will you please stop interrupting… VALENTINA : Oh sorry Youcef dramatically clears his throat. "Each correct answer will remove another section of the boxes revealing more of the boy inside. Oliver and Dylan " He puts his phone down. WILL : Is that it? YOUCEF : Yes. I said the hashtags you should know that's the end. TIFFANY : Now Youcef's finished his dramatic reading can we actually talk about the boys in the box! BRUNO : That'd make a sick TV show. 'The Boys in the Box'. BRUNO : Maybe it could be about… ANGIE : Bruno I love you but please shut up. I want to crack these bad boys out already. JAMES : Hey they only come out if you win. We have a chance to send them packing. PLAYER THINKING: We have to win the game to get the new boys into the Villa… We're gonna win!, I hope they're not maths questions, Why are they labelled 'fragile'?

BRUNO : Oh yeah? BRUNO : Well then we'll get all the answers wrong just to spite you!

ANGIE : Works for me. BRUNO : … Wait. TIFFANY : Don't you do a lot of maths in your job? PLAYER : What of it? TIFFANY : Nothing… I'm just glad I don't have to go over your accounts or anything. BRUNO HAPPY: Quick! What's the square root of pi? PLAYER : Huh? VALENTINA : Roughly 3.14 BRUNO : … It is? VALENTINA : It's approximate. Do you want me to explain it to you? BRUNO EMBARRASSED: Um… no.

ANGIE : I really hope it's not to do with their egos. BRUNO : Is this when you tell us that you'll never date a delivery man again or something? ANGIE : Muscles from Brussels but had an ego like a Fabergé egg. TOM : Alright alright can we just get on with the game?" TOM : I want to send these two home. ANGIE : We'll see about that… You line up with the girls on one side the boys facing you on the other." A phone pings. VALENTINA HAPPY: It's mine! "I speak the language of love but she did not. Yet that was no barrier for us when our bodies did most of the talking. Who am I?" VALENTINA : So it's one of the boys… THABI HAPPY: And he slept with a girl when he couldn't speak her language! PLAYER THINKING: Which boy slept with a girl he didn't speak the language of? Youcef, Will, Tom

NAJUMA HAPPY: Oh yeah! I remember him mentioning that now. ANGIE : How'd I forget about that?

THABI : Was it Will? THABI : It doesn't sound like him… VALENTINA : I'm just going to put it as the answer and we'll see. THABI : Was it Tom? THABI : It doesn't sound like him… VALENTINA : I'm just going to put it as the answer and we'll see.

Valentina types the answer in and hits send. Soon her phone pings. Congrats girls! You've scored the first point. Two panels on each of the boxes slides across revealing the men's arms. One has thick and muscular arms and the other is covered in tattoos. ANGIE FLIRTY: Ooh here we go…" (if guessed Youcef)

"Girls you are incorrect. The correct answer was Youcef." YOUCEF : I'm honestly a little hurt that none of you remembered that. Both boxes remain firmly closed. ANGIE : Dammit. A boy's phone goes off. WILL : It's mine… "I've made sculptures big and small. Some squat some tall. None are very good but all squish nicely. It's just a hobby after all. Who am I?" TOM : What is even happening? BRUNO : Alright focus lads. Which one of the girl's makes sculptures? The boys huddle together. JAMES : PLAYER right? From the corner of your eye you see Najuma smirk. The boys reply with their answer. After a moment Will's phone pings. "Sorry boys PLAYER was not correct. Najuma is the hobbyist sculptor." WILL : Oh! Of course. ANGIE HAPPY: Yes! We're a point ahead.

VALENTINA : Alright we're still on even footing. Your phone pings. PLAYER : Looks like I've got the next one… "I told a story in a room full of people where only one wore white that should have brought tears of laughter but instead caused quite a fright.Who am I?" HABI : Did this boy tell a ghost story or something? VALENTINA : Oh wait something about this feels familiar. Who was it? PLAYER THINKING: Which boy told a bad story in a room with someone wearing white in it? Sounds like James, Wasn't that Tom?, It could have been Youcef

JAMES : Hey what? THABI : That doesn't seem right. Your finger hovers over the send button. ANGIE HAPPY: Wait! It's Tom. He nervously scratches the back of his head. TOM EMBARRASSED: What me?

YOUCEF : Please. YOUCEF : All my stories are gold. CORA : That doesn't seem right. Your finger hovers over the send button. ANGIE HAPPY: Wait! It's Tom. VALENTINA : That's right! Juliet mentioned it didn't she? VALENTINA : His mate got him to tell a really embarrassing story. TOM : Bloody Tolly. "You type Tom's name in hit send and wait for the reply." You're correct and gain the point.

Another panel slides open revealing the boys' legs. ANGIE HAPPY: That's two already boys! Two panels on each of the boxes slides across revealing the men's arms. One has thick and muscular arms the other is covered in tattoos. ANGIE FLIRTY: Ooh here we go…

WILL : OK boys we need to pull this back. BRUNO : I didn't think you'd care mate. WILL : Have you seen those tats? I can't be outdone in here. "My relationships are like a bolt of lightning. Bright intense but over quickly. Life's too short to settle. Who am I?" YOUCEF FLIRTY: Oh I think I know exactly who this is about… Cora gulps. BRUNO : Do tell. YOUCEF : Come closer and I will. The boys huddle again and talk amongst themselves. "Eventually you see them type their answer in and hit send." A moment later… "Congratulations boys. Cora was the correct answer." JAMES HAPPY: Yes! A point to us. ANGIE : Alright calm down. There's still more to go.

Angie's phone pings. ANGIE : And here it is… "I saw an investment too good to be true but when it failed I became quite blue. There's no more love for that toy it was just a giant marketing ploy. Who am I?" VALENTINA : Who can this one be about? I haven't the foggiest. NAJUMA : A boy who bought a bunch of toys as an investment? How was that ever meant to be a good idea? PLAYER THINKING: Which boy bought a lot of toys as a bad investment? Bruno seems like the sort, Will strikes me as the type, "It was James right?"

CORA : Ooh yeah I can see that. ANGIE : He's definitely the type that doesn't look after his cash.

TIFFANY : Really? TIFFANY : I don't see Will as the investment kind of person. ANGIE : Maybe that's how we get caught out though. VALENTINA : Yeah like a trick question!

THABI HAPPY: Ah! Now that you say that I'm sure it was. TIFFANY : I thought James would know better though. HABI : Anyone can get swept up in a movement like that… You enter your answer and hit send. A moment later you receive your reply. "Congrats girls! James was the correct answer." ANGIE HAPPY: Yes! We got that point.

One of the last panels on each box opens up this time revealing both men's torsos. One is hard with chiselled abs. The other is also toned and covered in tattoos. ANGIE HAPPY: I am loving this.

Another panel slides open revealing the boys' legs. One pair of legs is very toned and muscular. The other pair is covered in tattoos. TIFFANY : I'm sensing a theme here.

"Sorry girls. James was actually the man who bought toys as an investment opportunity." JAMES EMBARRASSED: My mate at the bar told me those toys were a sure thing! JAMES EMBARRASSED: Then again he also told me that radio signals will eventually cause the planet to explode. TIFFANY : Wait what? JAMES : I found it was best not to ask. BRUNO : Why? How? JAMES : Because then he'd carry on talking. (if james was not guessed)

More riddles come in. "The boys manage to score a point then another." PLAYER THINKING: The boys are getting into the swing of things. You look at the boxes. PLAYER THINKING: Maybe I can sneak into one of the boxes? No one would notice if I was quick…

PLAYER THINKING: Should I sneak into one of the boxes? *Sneak into the tattooed guy's box *Sneak into the muscular guy's box Stay on the platform PLAYER THINKING: If the boys win this we might never see the rest of the boys! PLAYER THINKING: Maybe I should sneak off and have a cheeky look. PLAYER THINKING HAPPY: No one will notice! PLAYER THINKING: I could sneak into one of those boxes… *Get closer to the tattooed guy *Get closer to the muscly guy Stay with the others Narrative S E You decide to stand in the row with the rest of the girls. PLAYER : If the new boys stay then I'll get a chance to meet them.

You carefully back up behind the line of girls and creep towards the boxes before slipping inside the back of one. The boy inside jumps. Dylan SURPRISED: Woah! Dylan FLIRTY: Hey there beautiful. Couldn't wait to see me? Dylan : Understandable really.

Oliver EMBARRASSED: Sorry you just completely surprised me. Oliver : Um what are you doing in here? He looks at you expectantly. PLAYER: What am I doing sneaking into this box? Seeing what the fuss was about, I'm greedy, I'm calling dibs

{ } HAPPY: 'Course you are. { } FLIRTY: And I'm here to cause that fuss. { } : That's bold of you. { } FLIRTY: I like it.

{ } : I wouldn't say that. { } : Maybe a little impatient… { } FLIRTY: But waiting around can be dull.

Dylan HAPPY: Oh are you now? Dylan FLIRTY: Smart thinking. I imagine you'll need to fight those ladies off with a broom though. Oliver SURPRISED: Wow you don't beat around the bush.

{ } HAPPY: I'm glad a a few glimpses of my body were enough to convince you. { } : I'm { } by the way." PLAYER THINKING: His name is { }… Nice to meet you I'm PLAYER, I've not met a 'Dylan' before, I've not met an 'Oliver' before Does the name match the personality?

{ } HAPPY: I know that. { } : I have been watching you for the past few weeks after all.

Dylan : It's because I'm an original. Dylan FLIRTY: You won't find many boys of my calibre in here. PLAYER : This box? Dylan : Well yeah… Dylan FLIRTY: Or out there in the Villa or out there in the world really.

Oliver SURPRISED: Really? Oliver EMBARRASSED: It's quite a common name… Oliver FLIRTY: But I'm pleased to be your first. Oliver : I hope I make a good impression for all Oliver's out there.

{ } : I'm going to be honest I don't know what you mean by that. He stares at you for a moment longer. { } FLIRTY: So… yes? You hear a cheer as the girls score another point. { } : Sounds like the competition is heating up out there. { } : You sure the girls can handle being a woman down? PLAYER THINKING: Can the girls beat the boys without me? They'll be fine, Probably not, Don't give the boys credit

PLAYER : Even without me. { } : Well that's good. { } : I wasn't looking forward to going home before anyone else got to see me.

{ } : Well that's a problem. { } : I kinda wanted the others to see me before I have to leave… { } HAPPY: I'm just going to hope you're wrong.

Dylan FLIRTY: Oh trust me… I don't.

Oliver : I don't know they seem like a bunch of decent lads. Oliver : And they were doing alright from what I could hear…

The boys cheer. { } : I imagine we don't have much longer in here together… { } SURPRISED: I'm surprised they haven't noticed you missing already to be honest. PLAYER THINKING: We don't have much time left in the box together… Tell him you want a chat later, Compliment his muscles, Compliment his tattoos, Try to kiss him

PLAYER : We need to speak more later… PLAYER : Perhaps in a more private? { } FLIRTY: It's a date.

PLAYER FLIRTY: I like your muscles by the way. Dylan FLIRTY: Of course you do. He flexes his bicep. Dylan HAPPY: No woman can resist these bad boys.

PLAYER FLIRTY: Your tattoos are super pretty by the way. Oliver HAPPY: Oh thanks!" Oliver : They took a lot of time and money and some people hate them… Oliver : But they make me feel more like me you know?

You inch closer to him. You can feel the warmth of his skin and his breath on your face. Dylan FLIRTY: I like where this is going. He tries to bend down to get closer to your face but the box stops him from getting very far. You yourself struggle to move in the confined space. Dylan : Huh guess it's not really gonna happen in here." Dylan FLIRTY: That's alright just come and find me alone later on." Dylan FLIRTY: Or don't and we can just do it in front of everyone. Dylan : It'll show (partner) that I mean business.

Oliver : Oh um what's happening right now?" PLAYER FLIRTY: Isn't it obvious? He puts an arm out to block you. Oliver : Look I'm flattered but this isn't how I want to enter the Villa." Oliver : I'm not that kind of guy. Oliver SAD: But… Oliver : Maybe if we get to know each other better…

Just then you hear { }. (partner) : Hey where's PLAYER? ANGIE : She was just right here… { } : Guess that's your cue to leave then. PLAYER : Guess so. { } : It was great meeting you in person. { } : Now go and win that challenge so I can come into the Villa.

You sneak back out of the box and try to move back in with the girls without anyone noticing. You fail miserably. BRUNO : Oi there she is!" THABI : Where did you go babe?" PLAYER : Nowhere… VALENTINA : Were you checking out the guys?! PLAYER HAPPY: Maaaybe… You see (partner) frown. ANGIE HAPPY: Tell us all about them! VALENTINA : No don't! Some of us like surprises. If we just hurry up and win we'll all get a gander. You fall back in line with the girls and resume playing.

Eventually the game comes to the final point. VALENTINA SURPRISED: I can't believe we're tied! ANGIE : The tension is too much…

Youcef's phone pings. "My beauty made hearts race but jealousy stirred up trouble on the Island.Who am I?" PLAYER THINKING: Hearts racing… could that be about me and the Heartrate Challenge on my first night? It's pretty obvious, Maybe the boys won't get it?, But I could be wrong You hold your breath while the boys talk.

YOUCEF : Well I feel like I know who this is about… TOM : I think we all do. Youcef chuckles. YOUCEF : And it's true that if I type in the answer we'll get rid of these new boys. YOUCEF : But where's the fun in that? I'm always up for some healthy competition. TOM SURPRISED: What? Youcef quickly types something into the phone while holding Tom at bay then hits send. A moment of silence goes by. "Sorry boys but Thabi was the wrong answer. The correct answer was PLAYER." TOM SURPRISED: That's who we said! Why'd you do that? YOUCEF : I like to see you sweat. JAMES : You're as chaotic as Najuma and Bruno. BRUNO : Almost… PLAYER THINKING: Youcef answered incorrectly on purpose! Cheer him, Boo him, Stay quiet

You join Angie and Valentina in cheering at Youcef.

ANGIE : What's wrong with you love? That man may have just saved my dating life! She turns to him. Angie and Valentina cheer at Youcef loudly. ANGIE HAPPY: I could kiss you right now! He laughs. YOUCEF : Save it for the sexy new boys no? ANGIE HAPPY: Ah! I've got a text. "Congratulations girls! As you won today's challenge the boys in the box will now enter the Villa. Oliver and Dylan" There's a shuffling noise as the two boxes begin to slide the rest of the way open.

The first to open belongs to the tattooed man. The first to open belongs to Oliver. He jumps out with a flourish. OLIVER HAPPY: Hey everyone! OLIVER : And thanks Youcef for letting me in. YOUCEF : My pleasure. ANGIE SURPRISED: He's gorgeous

Just then the next box opens revealing the boy inside. DYLAN : Hold up ladies. DYLAN FLIRTY: You've not met me yet. He casually stretches back allowing his muscles to flex and bulge. DYLAN : And that would be a crime surely. YOUCEF : Hmm maybe I made a mistake… PLAYER THINKING: The boys have been revealed! Wink at Oliver, Wink at Dylan, Smile at (who you met in the box)

He grins at you brightly. PLAYER THINKING: Looks like my gamble to sneak in the box paid off… He looks a little surprised but smiles brightly at you. (Oliver) He's already staring at you and grins as you wink at him. (Dylan) Without missing a beat he blows kiss back your way.

PLAYER THINKING: I knew sneaking in the box would pay off… "He doesn't notice at first instead looking around at the other girls." "Eventually his gaze settles on you and he meets your eye." He winks right back at you.

You turn to (partner) and smile warmly at them (partner) does the same back to you looking a little more at ease.

DYLAN HAPPY: Alright lads and ladies as much as I'm enjoying this attention I've been packed in that box for too long. DYLAN : How's about we take this somewhere a little more interesting? BRUNO HAPPY: Let's go to the pool! I need to cool off. DYLAN HAPPY: I've heard I've had that effect on people. ANGIE HAPPY: It's a date! Let's go.

Dylan gestures to the seats next to the pool looking at you. DYLAN HAPPY: Ladies first. PLAYER THINKING: Dylan said ladies first for the seats… Don't mind if I do, I've got no time for that, I'm no lady

You stretch out on a seat.

PLAYER : Chivalry's overrated. DYLAN : Just being polite sweetheart. VALENTINA : I'm into guys who are polite. VALENTINA : Considering some of the rude ones I bump into on a night out! She bustles on ahead and stretches out on a seat. You settle down too.

Dylan raises his eyebrows with a grin. DYLAN FLIRTY: That sounds exciting. DYLAN : But even so it's fair to be polite no matter what. VALENTINA : I'm into guys who are polite. VALENTINA : Considering some of the rude ones I bump into on a night out! She bustles on ahead and stretches out on a seat. You settle down too.

The other Islanders settle in around you. Dylan hangs back at the edge of the pool stretching his shoulders. DYLAN : If I'd been in the Villa as long as you lot I'd spend all my time in the pool. DYLAN : I love swimming. NAJUMA : Go on then show us your moves. Dylan stretches again bunching the muscles of his back. He starts an elegant dive… But ends up doing a belly flop into the water. The Islanders clap and cheer. He surfaces frowning. DYLAN EMBARRASSED: That wasn't meant to happen. TOM : It's alright you didn't do anything wrong. DYLAN : The shape of the pool's different to what I'm used to… PLAYER THINKING: Dylan's annoyed that his dive didn't go well… Don't be embarrassed, What a show off, Encore!

PLAYER : It's just a swimming pool. PLAYER : You'll get used to it. Dylan wipes back his wet hair and gives you a cheeky grin. DYLAN HAPPY: You're right I'm planning on being in the Villa a long time.

You yawn very obviously. PLAYER : Anyone got snacks? Dylan snorts a laugh. DYLAN HAPPY: Right joker aren't you?

Dylan laughs. DYLAN HAPPY: Good to know I'm in demand. DYLAN : But I'll take it easy for a bit. DYLAN : Got to keep that air of mystery right?

He comes to sit on the seats dripping wet. Angie nudges Oliver. ANGIE HAPPY: Tell us about yourself then mate. NAJUMA : Yeah I'm loving the tattoos! Oliver grins bashfully. OLIVER HAPPY: Where do I start? ANGIE : What's your type on paper? ANGIE : And I hope you say it's grumpy paramedics cos I'm all up for that PLAYER THINKING: Angie's laying it on thick with Oliver! Good for her, She'd better back off, he just wants a free tattoo

You catch Angie's eye and give her a little nod. She grins and flips her hair as she leans forward to talk to Oliver.

You catch Angie's eye and glare at her. You mouth 'hands off'. She raises an eyebrow and leans a little away from Oliver. She frowns at you and shrugs turning away.

PLAYER : I see your game Angie. PLAYER : You're hoping for a free tattoo session. Angie laughs. ANGIE HAPPY: Now you mention it… She grins and flips her hair as she leans forward to talk to Oliver.

ANGIE : So. Paramedics. Thoughts? OLIVER : They do an incredible job and I really respect them? NAJUMA : Right answer. NAJUMA : But what is your type? OLIVER : I don't know if I've really got one… WILL HAPPY: Nice one! I don't believe in types either. OLIVER : Yeah I don't really do the thing of going out and checking someone out across the room. NAJUMA : How do you meet people then? OLIVER : With most of my exes I was friends with them first… ANGIE : Did you stay friends with them afterwards? OLIVER HAPPY: Mostly yeah! ANGIE : Woah. PLAYER THINKING: Oliver stayed friends with his exes after breaking up… That's a good sign, Sounds sus, Can I be your friend?

PLAYER : It shows you're good at amicable break-ups. Oliver scratches the back of his neck. OLIVER : I mean that is a good thing… OLIVER : But I'd rather be known for being good at relationships not for breaking up. PLAYER : That's the next best thing.

PLAYER : Surely you still have feelings afterwards. PLAYER : Doesn't it get messy? Oliver grimaces. OLIVER : Not gonna lie that does sometimes happen. OLIVER : But usually it sorts out OK in the end.

Oliver beams at you. OLIVER HAPPY: Of course! Dylan shakes his head. DYLAN : No way. DYLAN : Guys and girls being friends always makes drama. VALENTINA : I totally agree. VALENTINA : When me and my girls get together for a night sometimes we just don't want guys around. VALENTINA : Sometimes I just want to chill you know? Oliver starts to stand up. OLIVER : That reminds me I need to go and unpack. VALENTINA : Babe! I didn't mean you should go! OLIVER : No it's fine… OLIVER : I just wanted to get my stuff sorted. PLAYER THINKING: I could go and help Oliver with his unpacking… PLAYER THINKING: I'd get some alone time with him! PLAYER THINKING: Do I go with Oliver? *Help him unpack Stay away PLAYER THINKING: If I help Oliver unpack I'll get some quality time with him… PLAYER THINKING: I could get to know him better! PLAYER THINKING: Do I go off with Oliver to unpack? *Go along with him Stay back PLAYER THINKING: I'll stick around with the others. ANGIE : Let me see if I can help you out with your suitcase mate. Oliver smiles and they head off to the Villa together. DYLAN : Alright I'll try another dive yeah? TIFFANY : Sure let's see it." Bruno and Tom go to sit by the side of the pool their feet in the water. Dylan shows off more dives getting better with each one. After a while Oliver and Angie return.

PLAYER HAPPY: I'll give you a hand with your suitcase! OLIVER HAPPY: Oh thanks! OLIVER : You don't have to do that. You fall into step beside him. PLAYER : I wanted to.

OLIVER HAPPY: Wow this is amazing! OLIVER : Way bigger than my bedroom at home. PLAYER : We can fit a lot of people in here. Oliver places his suitcase on an empty bed and starts unzipping it. OLIVER : I ended up bringing so much random stuff with me! He picks up a little mouse-shaped toy. OLIVER : This belongs to my cat Dandelion… OLIVER : I hope she's not annoyed that I took it. PLAYER THINKING: Oliver brought a cat toy with him… That's cute!, That's odd, Why would you do that?

OLIVER HAPPY: Aw thanks.

Oliver shrugs unembarrassed.

Oliver shrugs unembarrassed.

OLIVER : I brought it as a souvenir in case I got homesick. OLIVER : I do it when I go and work at tattoo conventions. He laughs. OLIVER : I think I miss Dandelion more than she misses me when I go away from home. PLAYER THINKING: Oliver gets homesick… I know what you mean, I like being away, So why come to the Villa?

PLAYER : There's nothing better than curling up and chilling at home. OLIVER : I get you. Oliver smiles at you as he starts putting his clothes into the wardrobe. OLIVER : Don't get me wrong though.

PLAYER HAPPY: There's nothing like waking up in a new place. PLAYER : It feels good! OLIVER HAPPY: You're right. Oliver smiles at you as he starts putting his clothes into the wardrobe.

OLIVER : I don't normally travel much. OLIVER HAPPY: And this is my chance to expand my horizons. Oliver smiles at you as he starts putting his clothes into the wardrobe. OLIVER : I don't normally travel much. OLIVER HAPPY: And this is my chance to expand my horizons. OLIVER : I'm looking forward to getting to know everyone… OLIVER HAPPY: Especially you.

His gaze meets yours. After a second he looks away. OLIVER EMBARRASSED: That moment in the box… OLIVER : I didn't mean to make it awkward. OLIVER : But now I'm bringing it up again and… OLIVER : I think I am making it awkward. OLIVER EMBARRASSED: Sorry… OLIVER : I think I'm making it awkward. PLAYER THINKING: Oliver's worried he's making it awkward… It's pretty awkward, You're doing fine, I'm the awkward queen

OLIVER EMBARRASSED: Yeah… PLAYER EMBARRASSED: Yeah… "He catches your eye and bursts out laughing." OLIVER HAPPY: What a way to make a first impression!

Oliver's gaze is warm as he smiles. OLIVER HAPPY: Thank you. OLIVER : I just don't want to walk in and fall flat on my face. OLIVER : That would be a weird first impression!

PLAYER HAPPY: Trust me I know what awkward is. OLIVER SURPRISED: Oh! "He catches your eye and bursts out laughing." OLIVER HAPPY: What a way to make a first impression! PLAYER HAPPY: Try doing lapdances around a firepit… PLAYER : That's an entrance. OLIVER : I can agree with that for sure. OLIVER HAPPY: Compared to you I had it easy hanging out in the box!

Your phone beeps. PLAYER SURPRISED: I've got a text! The other Islanders pile into the bedroom and crowd around you. The other Islanders gasp and crowd around you. "Islanders the public have voted for one girl to go on a date with both new boys. That girl is…" PLAYER.

ANGIE SERIOUS: Wait what? NAJUMA SERIOUS: Yeah we're the single ones… (if not with najuma)

ANGIE SERIOUS: Wait what? She frowns. ANGIE SAD: I was hoping to get to know the new guys… PLAYER THINKING HAPPY: I've got dates with Dylan and Oliver!

Next up on Love Island… It's date time! "For some reason the Islanders start thinking about getting tattoos…" VALENTINA : I wouldn't mind him inking me up… "Could it be because of the tall dark and handsome tattoo artist who just arrived?" Dylan's lost for words! DYLAN : I really don't know how to say it. But he goes right in there with his favourite showjumping strategy… DYLAN : White horse and all. "I wouldn't mind him taking me for a ride that's for sure…" See you next time!

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Desired Hearts Part 5 (Alex x OC / Bill x OC)

Pairings: Alex Hogh x OC / Bill Skarsgard x OC

Warnings: Mild Angst, Drinking, Sexual Tension

Summary: After getting the job of your life, you move to Dublin to work on the set of Vikings.  You told yourself you were going to remain single after the emotional abuse your ex-boyfriend put your through.  But what happens when you meet not one, but two guys who wiggle their way into your life?  Will you let either one of them get close enough to you to change your mind about being single?

The rest of the weekend was spent in solitude, moping around your house.  It was unhealthy, this you knew but at the time, it was what you needed. It seemed like after Alex and Marco brought up the subject of ex’s, you couldn’t get Shane out of your head; everywhere you looked there was something that reminded you of him.  

Naturally Shane kept texting you throughout the weekend too, and as much as you wanted to block him, you didn’t.  You loved him, but he was abusive emotionally and you needed to be stronger than that.

Monday rolled around and you were rather excited to get back to work, to get some fresh air and talk to people.  It was a bit chilly out so you threw on a white tank top and a black cardigan over it. Picking out your favorite pair of skinny jeans you paired it with a pair of black flats before doing your make-up in a more neutral tone.  

As you headed out of the bathroom you heard your phone chime, alerting you to a message.  

Alex: Are you ready? ;)

You smiled at his text before replying with a quick ‘I’ll be right down’.  Grabbing your purse, you locked up your apartment and headed down to meet Alex.  As you got off the elevator you saw him waiting for you in the lobby; a smile coming onto his face as he saw you.  

“Good morning Effie,” he cheered brightly.  

“Good morning to you too Alex,” you replied before heading out the doors and to a waiting car.  It was nice to know that the company sent carpool cars out to get to and from to work; saving you lots of money on taxi fees.

The car ride was silent at first as you admired the beautiful scenery.  Ireland was such a beautiful place with all the lush greenery; it was nothing like where you lived your entire life.  You rolled the window down just a little bit, inhaling the fresh air, smiling to yourself.  

You felt a poke on your leg and you whipped your head around, seeing Alex smile at you.  You smiled back, soon finding yourself getting lost in his blue eyes.  You had never seen eyes as blue as his before and your mind began to swim around in his orbs.

Alex leaned over closer to you.  “I’m sorry,” he spoke quietly, a frown quickly appearing on his lips.  Confusion swept over you, furrowing your brows and cocking your head to the side.  

“Alex, what could you possibly be sorry for,” you asked in wonder.  Even though you had only known Alex for a short week or two, he was, without a doubt one of the sweetest guys you had ever encountered.  He made you feel welcomed, like part of the Vikings family right away.  

“For Saturday.  It seemed like when Marco and I started to talk about our ex’s, you got quiet.  Clammed up even.  I wanted to apologize if we made you feel uncomfortable in anyway”  

The genuine tone in his voice made your heart melt.  He was truly and honestly sorry for bringing up a subject that made you uncomfortable to talk about.  You had never seen someone be so sincere and authentic before.  Most people were treated like garbage where you came from.  

You smiled brightly at him, wiping away a stray tear.   “Thank you Alex, so much.  That means a lot to me.  It’s just a sensitive subject to talk about is all.”

“Well I’m here for you whenever you want to talk alright?”

You nodded as he put his arm around you to pull you in for a side hug.  He was warm, his arms strong as you nuzzled into his side.  The rest of the car ride you sat that way; Alex’s arm draped around your back as you snuggled into his warmth.  

~~~

“Gustaf!  How have you been?” you ask him as you sit down for lunch. Sauce drops from his mouth and into his long beard; the two of you giggling together as he wiped away the sauce with a napkin.  

“I’m doing great Effie. I just found out my younger brother Bill has some time between projects so he is coming to stay with me for a little while,” he replied.  

“That’s wonderful news Gustaf!  With how many siblings you have, I bet you miss them terribly.”

His eyes widened and he shook his head hastily; pausing before he broke out into laughter. “While they were a pain in my ass most of the time when we were younger, I do miss them.  It will be good to have my brother around.”

You took a bite of your peanut butter and jelly sandwich, washing it down with some cold water.  “I can’t wait to meet him!”

~~~

The rest of the week flew by quickly.  You and Alex had spent countless hours together in your hair and makeup trailer throughout the long work week, but you enjoyed every minute of it.  He seemed to understand almost immediately what kind of mood you were in; as if he was psychic, in tune with you.  Alex was hilarious, always making you laugh to the point of tears and it was a breath of fresh air being around him.  

“A bunch of us are going to a club tomorrow night,” Alex said as you started to undo his braided hair. “I was wondering if you wanted to go with me, on a date.”

Your eyes snapped to his in the mirror; your breathing coming in short bursts as you felt your heart rapidly beating in your chest.  ‘This can’t be happening’ your mind screamed over and over.  It was one thing to even think Alex would be interested enough in you to ask you on a date, but now was not the right time.  You needed time to heal from your last relationship; you didn’t know if you were capable of getting emotionally attached to someone yet.  

“Alex,” you whispered, your voice faltering a bit. “I-I just….I don’t think…” you tried to say but the words weren’t coming to you.  Alex was so sweet, and one of the most handsome men you had ever met, but you weren’t ready.  

Alex sensed your hesitation and he quickly got up from the chair, turning to face you.  “Effie it’s alright.  I didn’t mean to make this situation uneasy.  I’ve just had a great time getting to know you over the last two weeks.”

Shaking your head you grabbed his hands in yours.  “Alex it’s not that, really.  You are so amazing and sweet and funny.  Any girl would be lucky to have you,” you spoke softly.  “I’m just not ready for a relationship just yet is all.  My last relationship wasn’t the greatest and I just don’t think I’m ready to commit emotionally to a relationship is.”

Alex blew out the breath he was holding.  “And here I thought you were going to tell me you didn’t like me.”  You couldn’t help but giggle at his comment.  

“It’s nothing like that, I promise.  Maybe….maybe ask me again at a later time?”  Alex smiled at you before turning around and heading towards the door.  “Alex?” you called after him.  He stilled before turning his head to face you.  “I’d still love to go to the club with you guys tomorrow.”

Alex’s smile became wide, a hint of gleefulness in those bright blue eyes of his.  “Perfect.  I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 8.”

~~~

The club was loud but the atmosphere was fun.  You were drinking and dancing the night away with much of the cast; Alex, Marco, Katheryn, Alexander, Georgia and a few other crew members.  It felt fantastic to finally let loose.  

“Are you having fun?” Gee yelled from across the table; the bass thrumming through your bones.  

“I’m having a blast,” you yelled back, raising your glass in the air.  

You were soon being pulled onto the dance floor by Alex.  You weren’t usually one to go clubbing back at home as you preferred a more quiet evening, but the alcohol was giving you some liquid encouragement. The DJ was playing great music and you quickly found your rhythm.  Alex was dancing in front of you and you couldn’t help but admire how great of a dancer he was.  

The DJ switched songs and you soon found yourself turning around; your back to Alex’s chest as you started to gyrate your hips slowly.  Alex placed his hands on your hips, pulling you even closer to him as the two of you danced in sync to the beat.  Reaching your hand up, you cupped it around his neck; Alex breathing rapidly in your ear.  

His hands on your body felt like he was lighting a fire deep within you.  The alcohol mixed with the close proximity of Alex made your heart flutter.  You realized one thing and one thing only; you wanted him.  

Turning around you peered up at him through your long lashes.  Your tongue darted out to wet your lips before you leaned in slowly. Alex’s hands grasped your hips tighter and you soon felt just how badly he wanted you too; his erection poking into your stomach.  You leaned up, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.  As you pulled away you saw him grin.  

“I thought you weren’t ready for a relationship,” he practically growled into your ear; his breath tickling your skin sending shivers down your spine.  

You bit your lower lip, feeling rather seductive in the moment.  Leaning up to his ear, you replied back, “I don’t.  But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”  Once the words were out of your mouth you felt his cock harden yet again.  “And from the feel of things Alex, I think you want this too!”

Alex’s smile turned into one very sexy grin.  With his erection poking against you all you could think about was wrapping your mouth around it, sucking and licking his cock.  “Then how about we get out of here?”

Alex paid for your drinks and the two of you said your good byes to the rest of the cast and crew. You two stood outside of the club, waiting for a taxi; Alex’s hand on your lower back the entire time.  His hand crept up the back of your loose tank top as his thumb traced circles along your back.  

You felt his hands pull your hair away from your neck as he started teasing you with kisses. You moaned at his feather light kisses. The desire fueling throughout your body was nothing you had ever felt before and you couldn’t wait to get him back to your apartment.  

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It is not uncommon for women to get stuck in a beauty rut. There is absolutely nothing wrong with this as long as it makes you happy. However, if you are re-entering the workplace or just curious to know whether it’s the best look for you, or if you are wondering how you can look your best, either from a friend or a trusted beauty professional.

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Brilliant Beauty Uses for Petroleum Jelly

http://ift.tt/2ml9029 you are in requirement of a fast beauty repair, get your hands on that tub of petroleum jelly. Readily available and cheap, this versatile product can help you look and feel marvelous each time. Start reading to know how you can make the most from your relied on petroleum jelly beauty-wise. No other lip balm on earth is as inexpensive, accessible and effective as petroleum jelly. Just smear on your kissers each time they feel

rough and dry. Here’s a wonderful tip: apply petroleum jelly on your lips just prior to you step foot in dreamland to wake up to soft and luscious lips the following day. From time to time, your lips require to be exfoliated to eliminate those dead cells sitting on top of them. An exceptional way to exfoliate your lips is by using generous amounts of petroleum

jelly on them and gently scrubbing them using a toothbrush meant for babies. Use your fingertips to use petroleum jelly on your teeths to attain a truly fantastic smile. You don’t have to be an appeal queen simply to do this very easy petroleum jelly trick

. Panic not when you lack eye cream. All you have to do is reach for that tub of petroleum jelly prior to bedtime. Use a thin layer of the product on your eyelids and on areas where lines tend to

appear when you flash a smile– the sides of your eyes and under them. Cheap Mascara Replacement Daub a small amount of petroleum jelly on your eyelashes each time you desire to avoid using mascara and opt for a more no-makeup look. Use your favorite eyelash brush to spread petroleum jelly from the

base to the pointer of each eyelash. It

‘s a cheap and effective method to delight in thick and glossy eyelashes! Make your cheekbones appear more noticable and fresh simply by applying a really thin layer of petroleum jelly on top of them. This is a fantastic trick to use specifically if you want to give your face a break from makeup. Add a little red

liquid lipstick to petroleum jelly for a rosy glow. Fragile nails can keep you from enjoying a remarkable manicure. Luckily, enhancing your nails is as trouble-free as smearing petroleum jelly on them. Extra idea: apply petroleum jelly around the base of your nails to guarantee that no paint exceeds your

nails. An actually low-cost and fast method to delight in soft and well-hydrated hands is by using petroleum jelly on them. This is best done prior to you sleep at night. Keep in mind to put on a pair of latex gloves(if you’re not adverse the material)to keep petroleum jelly off your pillows, bed linens and jammies. Excessive dryness makes your hair fragile and vulnerable to having divided ends. Especially if you’re the sort of female who can’t state no to blow dryers and flat irons, it’s a smart idea to routinely apply petroleum jelly at the ends of your tresses. Keeping them hydrated helps avoid nasty split ends

. Daub a little quantity of petroleum jelly on the top of your head and use a comb to evenly disperse it. The outcome? Soft and glossy hair that impresses! Bear in mind that a little goes a long, long method. Too much petroleum jelly will only rob your tresses of volume and bounce.

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