#her fit with the sleeveless shirt I AM MELTING

[thasorns-moved]

EMI THASORN KLINNIUM AS ANN IN หัวใจไม่มีปลอม BEAUTY NEWBIE (2024-) dir. Mai Aticha Tanthanawigrai

[sunshineseung]

Bully // Changbin

💌 Info: Stray Kids Changbin x female!reader smut 💕 Includes: beginning plot, mentions of master and other pet names, clothed sex, unprotected sex (whoops), blowjob (receiving and giving), facesitting, aftercare ✏️ Word Count: ~3.1k

Your gaze was focused on the television in the corner of the gym while you ran on the treadmill. It had been 10 minutes since you had started running, but after bench pressing and yoga, you were done for the day. You change in the locker room, gather your belongings, and head out of the gym.

You had started working out three months ago. You had already gotten to your goal weight, but being fit was your stretch goal. You wanted to have muscles big enough to assault anyone that stood in your way or made you feel like you weren't enough. Your reflection showed a girl with defined arms, abs, and impressive leg muscles. For once, you felt proud of your body.

Note: I'm not trying to body shame anyone. As someone who has dealt with being overweight and underweight, I would never want someone to feel ashamed of their body. This is just my imagination. Love yourself, babyyyy <3

School was starting next week. It was going to be the first day of your sophomore year of college. You were ready for anything, and more importantly, you were ready to face your long-time bully, Seo Changbin, and his friends.

You've been going to school with Changbin since elementary school, so his harassment was nothing new, but things changed in college when he joined a group of frat boys. Although some of them were nice, most of them piled on insults when Changbin introduced them to you.

You were never really fat, no, but that didn't matter in Changbin's eyes. Body shaming became a regular part of your 8 am class you shared with Changbin and a few of his friends. This summer was your chance to change that.

Although you hate to admit it, Changbin's words had heavily affected your mental health, but you were sick of hating yourself. You promised to become someone intimidating, even in his eyes. You wanted to be feared so no one could hurt you again.

//

It was the big day. You enter your first class promptly at 10 am and take a seat in the middle of the lecture hall. Lucky for you, it was warm that day, so you could wear a sleeveless shirt to show off your newfound biceps. Changbin entered the hall, looked around for anyone he knew, and to your surprise, he took a seat right next to you. You could tell he was prepared with a new agenda of insults, but his evil smirk faded when he noticed your new body.

"Someone was working out, I see," he spoke, looking you up and down, "too bad you're still smaller than me." He lifted one of the sleeves of his shirt to expose his arm, which was marginally larger than yours. You scoffed at him and looked back into your laptop getting ready to take notes.

The class went on without him saying anything. It felt weird not having insults whispered in your ear or gum shoved in your hair, but it was a welcomed new experience. At the end of class, you collected your belongings and began heading out.

You went to Starbucks later in the day, and after you sat down with your coffee, Changbin and his friends walked in. They all passed glances at you, some taking double-takes, and the youngest even pointing at you before his arm being hit down by the freckled one next to him.

They take their seats across the cafe, but Changbin carries his coffee to your table and sits down with you. You refuse to look up from your notes to him, but he nonchalantly pushes down your laptop lid just enough to grab your attention.

"What?" Your tone is stern, but his eyes are warm.

"I just wanted to say, you're hot like this. I like what you've done to yourself."

After years of torment and verbal harassment, this is what he has to say? You're dumbfounded, and just before you have the energy to leap over the table and clobber him like a fly, he holds his hand up. You decide to let him speak before you lunge onto him and show him just what your new body can do.

"I know I've been a dick, some girls would even say a big dick," nice one, Changbin, "but, I'd like to offer an apology." He goes on to list the worst of what he's done, including but not limited to getting a Zhu Zhu pet stuck in your hair, locking you in the shed at recess, getting you stuck in a tiny locker, keying the word Pig into the side of your car, and getting your first boyfriend to break up with you by telling him you cheated. "I'd like to invite you to my party tonight. It's kind of lowkey, so just bring yourself. Dress code is casual."

He hands you a paper with his phone number, and you quickly shove it into your jacket pocket.

"Party starts at 8. See you there?"

"I don't know, I might go. I'll see."

Changbin nods at your statement and walks back to the table with his friends.

This was your chance. Your plan was simple: Get him alone, beat the shit out of him, then dip. You text your roommate that you'd be going to a party, but you had to go shopping first. Not only did you want to beat the shit out of Changbin, but you also wanted to show him what he's been missing.

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With your new, red, bodycon dress and a loose denim jacket, you enter the party. "Lowkey" was not an accurate description at all. There were people everywhere, to the point where even the wallflowers were close to the crowd. You traverse your way to the kitchen, and that's when you see him.

Changbin, beer in hand, was chatting up a girl when he made eye contact with you. You brightly smile at him, an obvious red-herring in your mind. He removes himself from the conversation with the girl and makes his way over to you.

"Need a drink?" On his way over, he grabs a beer from the cooler. Upon his arrival, you snatch the drink out of his hand and start to drink. "I didn't actually expect you to show up, especially not like this." He stares down at your dress and licks his lips. You just sigh and take another sip of your beer.

"Well, my favorite bully invited me to a party, how could I say no?" Your words are lined with sarcasm, and you both giggle lightly at your remark.

"Really? I'm your favorite? I'm honored." He looks down at his hands for a second, and for a second, he frowns in guilt. You can see his mood lower from the easy-going party guy to someone with a heart. "I don't just want you to know me as the guy who's bullied you, though."

He fiddles with his drink, and you put your hand on his shoulder. Your action makes his head spring up to face you. You hadn't noticed this before, but you two were the same height. "If you're not my bully, then who are you?"

His eyes melt into warmth, and you start to feel like that isn't his first drink of the night. "I'm just your classmate Changbin. I want to leave the old me behind this year." His words feel genuine, but you still doubt his intention.

"Hm, classmate Changbin," you repeat his words, "I could get used to that."

"If you don't like me being your classmate, I can think of other things you can call me." His arm swings around to the small of your back and pulls you into his body. Being so close to him, you could smell the liquor on his lips, and although the scent was nauseating, you had the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

"What else can I call you then, classmate Changbin?" You played innocent, but he knew exactly what you were doing. His arm moves off of your back, and his hand meets yours. He leads you upstairs, and the blur of partygoers seems to whiz by and you're taken to his bedroom.

He locks the door, you are already sitting on the bed waiting for him. You lay back onto the bed, and Changbin takes the opportunity to get on top of you, his body hovering over yours. "You want to know what to call me, princess?"

You didn't mind his pet name for you. "Please tell me what to call you, Changbin."

"I'm not Changbin tonight, I'm your master, and you'll be my toy, okay princess?" Without giving you the chance to answer, his lips collide with yours. Your tongues fight for dominance, but even with your new confidence, he wins. You melt into his touch, and his kisses move from your mouth to your jawline.

Once he gets to your neck, you can tell he's purposefully trying to leave marks on your skin. Your hands move under his shirt, pulling up the fabric and tracing around his abs. He presses his growing bulge into your clothed core. The friction is enough to make you need him.

After all the bullying, this is the last place you expected to be: under his body, begging for more of his touch. Although you want his body, your goal for the night was not lost to you. Even though he was dominant and strong, you had to find a way to top him.

His lips make their way to your collarbones, and after removing your jacket, he slips the straps of your dress down your arms to expose your chest. He eyes your breasts for a second, but you cover your chest with your arms out of embarrassment. Changbin laughs at your shyness.

His hands forcefully grab your wrists and move your arms to your sides. "Don't hide from me, babygirl. I know you want me." His lips move to one of your nipples, and his expert tongue swirls around your hardened bud. You moan lightly, showing to him that he's doing his job well. 

In Changbin's head, he's been waiting for this moment for years. He's always had a soft spot for you. He thought it was cute the way you protested his involvement in your life, and when you got angry from his heckling, your cheeks would turn a bright shade of red. He noticed every detail of your behaviors, and with you as a moaning mess under him, he took mental notes of all of your moans and what you moaned from.

Your hands, still being trapped under his grasp, tightly gripped the bedsheet. Changbin pulled your dress off of you to reveal your body. Although you weren't wearing a bra, the dress was made to support your chest, you had lace panties on just in case Changbin's hot friend was at the party too. (I'll let you all choose who you think his "hot friend" is.)

Changbin sits up on your thighs and takes off his shirt, exposing his defined abs and chest. You were in awe at the vision in front of you, and Changbin ate up your expression as you looked at him. "This is what you've been missing, princess."

He sounded cheesy, but his voice made everything he said make you weak and needy. He leans down onto your body and brings you into another kiss, this time, much messier and desperate. You take your chance to flip him over so your heat is on top of his erection. You take the opportunity to grind against him, earning a deep moan from him.

You escape the kiss, a string of spit keeping you two connected for a second. You put your hands on his chest for support as you grind harder into him. Changbin is wearing tight jeans, so you can tell he's hurting for you to take them off of him.

"Does my master like when I do this?" You smirk at him, and he throws his head back. His hands find their spot on your hips, moving you in sync with him. Although you're both clothed, you feel close to your orgasm, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing he made you cum without entering you.

"Please fuck me, Y/n." His cocky walls fall as he refers to you by your first name. You've got him right where you want him. You grab his chin and make him keep eye contact with you while you lead down and tear his pants down his legs. His hard member is painfully pressing against his boxers, and you can see the stain of precum already setting.

"Is my master needy for me?" You tease his cock through his boxers, and he bites his lip harshly. "I'll take that as a yes." His breathing is hitched when you pull his underwear down to expose his length. "Don't forget, master, we're at your party. Anyone could walk in and see you unraveling for me."

"Let them see." His words take you off guard. You're shocked he'd want people to know the former "fat girl" can make him weak like this. "Let everyone at this party know I'm your master."

With him feeling strong enough to speak, you surprise him and start sucking his cock, taking his entire length in your mouth at once. His tip grazes the back of your throat almost making you gag. You bob your head on his member, and he's loudly moaning your name and every pet name in the book.

"Ah, princess, you're good at this." His praise makes you blush, a stark contrast to his heinous taunts during school. You take in all of his kind words, even if they're mildly influenced by alcohol.

You feel him twitch in your mouth, and you promptly remove your lips from him before he can shoot his load down your throat. He groans in disappointment, but it's quickly replaced by groans when you lower yourself onto him. With your panties moved to the side, you ride him, taking his cock deep inside your heat. You position yourself just right so he hits your g-spot every time.

His hips raise and lower to meet your pace, and you're brought back to euphoria as you near your orgasm. He fills you up perfectly, and this does not go unnoticed by either of you. Your walls tighten around him, and his cock rhythmically shudders inside you. The stimulation proves to be too much for him as he grabs your waist and pulls you down onto him, holding you still as he releases inside you.

"Fuck, Y/n, you're such a good girl for your master." You stay still with him inside you for a moment, and you feel the cum drip out of you. He lifts you up and removes himself from you, who still has not reached your orgasm.

"I think you're forgetting something, master." You crawl up to him, lips colliding. He looks confused up to you, but he soon gets the hint. Changbin grabs your thighs and pulls you up to his face.

The feeling of embarrassment and shyness returns as he's faced with your dripping core above him. His tongue attacks your clit, causing you to grab the headboard of his bed and throw your head back in ecstasy. You moan for him loudly, transitioning between "master" and "Changbin", occasionally drifting to "daddy". 

Changbin feels his dominance return as he takes control of your cunt. His tongue unabashedly fucks your pussy while his fingers play with your clit. You're moaning loudly for him, which you're sure is what he wants.

He's just about sure everyone at the party knows you're his. Regardless of the loud music and endless conversations going on downstairs, even the neighboring families can hear your moans, or at least, Changbin hopes so. You, the girl Changbin had long had thoughts of fucking and even dating, was yelling his name as he attacked your cunt with his mouth. It was something straight out of his dreams, and he did often dream of this.

"Cum on my face, princess. Let me taste your release." His hands doubled speed on your clit and his tongue trusted deeper into you. You were a mess for him, and he loved it. You came on his face, your juices dripping down onto his mouth.

You sat on his face, legs shaking, and Changbin pets your thighs while they rested around his head. You couldn't see, but Changbin was smiling wide, having just ruined the girl of his dreams. 

You get off of him and lay by his side. You were skeptical of cuddling with him, but when his large arm moved around your shoulder to pull you in, all your doubts left your head. You cuddled into his chest, and he looked down onto you.

"I'm sorry." Changbin's hard exterior was long gone, and he was, for once, being genuine to you without any jokes or rude remarks.

"I know, you said that earlier."

"I mean it, though." You look up to face him, and the emotion in his eyes makes you hesitantly forgive him. "Stay with me tonight, please?"

You contemplate his words for a minute. The silence is painful to Changbin, his heart losing hope every second that passes. You look out the window, the party still going on outside.

"I'll stay, but first, let's go out and party."

"That's what I was hoping to hear."

Changbin stands up first and collects the disregarded clothing from the pile on the floor. He throws your dress to the corner of his room and hands you one of his shirts. Although you were the same height, his clothes were still larger than yours. He tosses you a pair of sweatpants as well.

You get dressed in his clothes and top it off with the converse you entered in and your denim jacket. He loved to see you in his clothes. You looked cuter than ever before.

"Well, shall we?" You take his hand, and the two of you walk downstairs and re-enter the party. You soon lose each other, both of you going different directions, but as the partygoers exit his house, you meet again.

"Round two?" He holds up two fingers and does a scissoring motion with them which makes you laugh.

"Sure, Binnie, round two." You had never called him his nickname before, but it felt natural. He blushed from your use of his nickname, and he swiftly picks you up and carries you up to his room again.

[whatusernameshouldieven]

✧･ﾟ:* You and I  *:･ﾟ✧*

Genre: fiancé au, fluff

Pairing: Fiancé!Choi San x Foreigner!Reader ;)

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⇰ Chapter 4: Rivalry and Playfulness 

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Standing away from the dining table everyone had previously sat on, you stood at the far corner of the hall-like room with a fancy looking wine glass in your hands. Lost in thought, you twirled the black liquid inside. Instead of picking wine like everyone else, you had picked Coca Cola to fulfill your thirst. 

You felt foreign in the white dress you wore, feeling naked by the shoulders being exposed. From others perspective, it wouldn’t have been a big deal but to you? Oh damn it was. As far as you can remember, you had never had any permission to wear clothes that revealed prominent places of a person’s body. Call it controlling parents— or perhaps a very obedient child who never questioned anything. 

But right now— the parents who were there to decide absolute everything for you ever since young weren't there, you were lost. You did not know what to do with the situation you were in. 

You bit your lip, recalling the conversation everyone had during the dinner. The way San just went for it, telling everyone you both were engaged and rejecting his ‘suitable partner’. That must have been huge for him. For you, you didn’t know how to face some peculiar faces in the room.

Your eyes traveled to San’s form in the distance, mixed in the group of grown-ups. You cringed at the sight, it was weird how he was trying so hard to appeal to elders. The Choi San you knew was the one who would suddenly become to sentimental romantic to a 5 year old kid who had lost his candy in matter of seconds.

“Must be nice having someone who cares for you.”

A feminine voice caught you off-guard as you do a quick turn to the owner of the voice. 

There stood Minhee looking extremely beautiful that you stared at her face for a couple of seconds. She stood there, looking like a supermodel with that posture. You noticed her red dress, hugging her curves and exposing her hourglass figure. As cliche it sounds, she was the perfect rival. 

Recalling her sentence, you let out a nervous chuckle. Minhee kept a unreadable expression. It was hard to tell, was she mad or was she taunting you with that blank face of hers? 

“Uh yes… I apologize for what happened.”, You suddenly spoke, “It must have been disappointing.” 

Now it was obvious with Minhee’s sarcastic scoff that her previous expression was a taunt, “Should I tell you something about me?”

You raised an eyebrow, feeling weirded out by sudden friendliness. “Sure?”, you spoke, not expecting what came next.

“When I want something, I get it.”, Minhee smirked evilly, looking ten times eviller with that doll face of hers. Her feminine voice came out as a taunting whisper, shooking you to the core. 

You dismiss it, “I’m not sure I understand?” Minhee scoffed, crossing her arms as she rolls at the fake obliviousness, “You know what I mean, rabbit.” 

“Rabbit?”, you almost yelled, in disbelief. Minhee chuckled, covering her mouth with her hand as her eyes formed crescents. “Fits you perfectly right? You will soon be a rabbit who will be caught in a trap. You have no idea what you got yourself into…”

Minhee smirks at your shocked expression one last time before joining in the group where San was. You were left staring at her rapid flip of personalities in front of elders— no in front of San. Was San almost going to get married to someone like her? 

You rubbed your temples in stress, gosh why did you had to be involved in some weird teenage drama type of situation? You just wanted to have a comfortable life. However, life really did have to put some drama to make things spicy it seems.

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>>> 11 P.M

A long sigh of tiredness left your lips as you crashed yourself onto the heavily soft bed, spreading all around like a starfish. Now wearing pajamas you borrowed from Emma, you were thanking the unknown for the feeling of nakedness to be gone. 

Oh my.

You had realized that today was supposed to be the day San and you were gonna pick cloths from your place. Surprise guests perhaps, they could do this tomorrow. You crash your face into the bed. However, didn’t San know about this particular guests this morning— from the way he was talking it seemed like he did. You groaned in annoyance at the thought San completely forgot about getting your cloths but you decided to understand. 

You raised your face, pouting, as you stared outside at the night sky. Something you did when you were lonely. Ever since a young age, the graceful moon kept you company. It didn’t talk nor have nor have any humane qualities, but it was always there for you. It would have been perfect if there was some nice melody playing in the background. It would have been the perfect mood setter but you guessed you couldn’t have everything you wanted.

The door softly opens, making enough noise to let you know someone was coming in. You turn to see the person, only turning out to be someone obvious, Choi San. 

He’s still wearing the same clothes, you noticed. Same white shirt tucked in the black pants, with a black tie. The same slicked back hair with a strand falling on top of his bangs. The same look you drooled over a couple hours ago. 

San gave you a small smile before turning to his closet, loosening his tie around his collar. Feeling slightly ashamed, you sat on the bed, staring at San’s actions. You couldn’t help but stare at San’s folded sleeves as his half of his muscular arms were on sight. 

He takes his tie off completely, placing on the sofa who always seemed to have some clothes on it. He begins to unbutton his shirt, as you do a rapid turn towards the wall that the bed was against. He sure did have guts to change in front of you like that. 

A blush rose on your cheeks thinking of the way he would undress. You quickly shook that thought off your head, slapping yourself softly on the cheek. 

You heard a giggle from the other side. “You can look now.” you turned back, to see San in his new wear. He wore a simple white sleeveless shirt and grey wide pants. He ran a hand through his hair, ruffling his hair and messing it up. It did not return his normal hair but it was kind of close.

Gosh, why is this so awkward?, you thought mentally. San walked over to the bed, as you just stared at him as if he was a statue to be admired at. San raised an eyebrow at the contionius stare, “Why do you keep staring at me?”

“Oh—I um… no reason.”, you spoke, “I guess I’m just kinda not used to everything.” You rubbed the back of your head as you chuckled in nervousness. You continued, “Like meeting with your parents? That was totally unexpected. Not to mention you suddenly declaring that you didn’t want to marry Minhee was completely shocking.”

San kept a soft smile, “I’m sorry to put you in such a position suddenly. Thanks for cooperating with me.” You reply with the custom words, “No problem.”

Feeling sudden weight being added on the side of the bed, you moved to your own side. “You can tell me anything.” You turned towards San’s unreadable eyes, feeling weirded out by his sudden words.

“Uhm… thanks?”, You tried to sound normal as possible. San stared far across into your eyes as if there was something he saw in you that you yourself couldn’t notice. “For example, if you feel uncomfortable sleeping on the same bed as me—”

“No no! I’m fine!”

San was caught off guard with the immediate quick reply. “Oh?”, he smirked, teasing your tomato red face. 

“No— what I meant was! I’m not uncomfortable.”, you turned away, crossing your arms in defense. 

“You’re comfortable sleeping on the same bed as me, going on a date with me, and even being held in my arms.” San extra addition made your heart beat fast. You were being put at the spot. 

“W-What?”, you stuttered, flustered.

San shrugged, “You tell me.” 

Your arms reached for a pillow next to you, which you successfully gripped into your hands. “Choi San— you freaking…” 

You raised the pillow to attack him with pillow attacks. San let out the sounds of ‘ah’s as he lays defeated on the bed, getting all the pillow attacks. “Stop! Teasing! Me!”, You kept hitting him, finally stopping to catch your breath. 

The pillow falls to her side as you stare at the ground, processing what you had just done. On the other hand, San laid there with observing eyes on you. He was aiming for the perfect moment to strike back.

“My turn.”

You gasped as your back crashed on the soft bed sheets, feeling strong grips on both of your arms as San looked down at you. Being on top of you gave San a sense of power that he would never gain from getting revenge with the same tactic she had pulled a moment ago. His teasing smirk was back at action.

“You know if you just admit that you love being held by me, going on dates and sleeping on the same bed as me, this wouldn’t have happened.”, San playfully let his tongue out.

You rolled your eyes, “Hah, you would have done this anyway.” San smiled at her sassiness, “Would I have?” You nodded, “Oh, absolutely San.”

A melodious chuckle came from San.

“What?”, You asked for the reason behind that absolutely beautiful chuckle. 

San eyes softened, “I just love it when you say my name.” You almost broke into a smile, “What? San? San! San! San! San!” 

your breath was caught in your throat when you saw a wide angelic smile to form on his lips as his eyes squinted to form his signature smile. San’s heart fluttered every time his name came out of your lips, he absolutely melted at the way your voice sounded like when you were saying his name. He was addicted. In response, he nuzzled into your neck, lovingly.

You gasped, surprised at his sudden action as you involuntarily smacked him at the back of his head. “What are you doing?!” San pulled back, pouring like a child as he held the back of his hand with one of his hands, “Owwie, that hurts. You’re so mean to me.”

“You’re the mean one!”, you fought back, “Look at what position I am in right now!”

San grinned, “You look prettier like this.”

“Ew, shut up.”, you grimaced at his words. San pouted more in response. 

You groaned, defeated, “Okay, fine! Stop making that face.” San grinned as he let go of your arms completely, however still sitting on you. He cupped both of his face as he pulled out an aegyo card, “Do I look cute like this?”

You kicked him out of the bed.

[headoverhiddles]

Mr. Hollywood - Cliff Booth x Reader [Smut]

Synopsis: After hitchhiking the California coast doesn’t work out, a sexy stranger decides to do the right thing, and it pays off-- for both of you.

Notes: Hey everyone! I saw OUATIH last night so I figured I’d write some more Tarantino smut! Cliff (Brad Pitt) was def the hottest character. Stunt daddy. Anyway, not many spoilers in this. Just little references to the movie, so if you haven’t seen it yet, it’s up to you if you wanna read :) I’ve put everything even remotely spoiler-y below the cut. Enjoy!

Now on ao3!

You lick a long stripe of vanilla ice cream up the side of your melting cone. The sun is hot today, and you're glad for the cool treat to chill you out.

You'd been waiting by the side of the highway for what seems like the entire day. Aren't short shorts supposed to increase your chances of getting picked up?

You run out onto the road waving as a convertible zips past you, and you sigh.

"Bummer," you whisper, taking another slow lick of your ice cream, and turn. You barely have time to scream as you try to jump out of the way of a speeding sports car.

That's the last thing you remember.

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Cliff pats his hand along to the song on the radio, idly trying to identify it. Getting away for the weekend was a good plan-- he needed the time away from work, or lack of it, and while he loved Rick, he needed a break from that hot mess of a poor bastard for a while too. That's the good thing about living in Hollywood. He was just a short drive away from the coastal waters of the Pacific, there for when he wanted to cut through the shit and remember what it's like to be a living, breathing man again.

Bad Moon Rising, Creedence Clearwater. That's the fucking name of this song. Hey... what's--

In the distance, Cliff spots something by the side of the road. Someone!

A girl, lying on her side.

"Sheeit," he mutters, really toiling here. He just wants to get to his fucking motel and sleep for 24 hours by the beach... then again... hit and run passed out young thing on the side of the road...

Cliff resigns himself to being a good Samaritan. He pulls over. The little yellow car comes to a sputtering halt beside you, and you stir a little. Cliff lets his reflective sunglasses slide down his nose as he takes a good look at you. You've got a deep gash running across your chest, stuck with gravel, but other than that, you just seem to be a little bruised up.

"Look at you! Somebody's done some damage," he remarks, squatting down beside you.

"Not too much, I hope," you croak, wincing.

"Don't think so," the man smiles a little, "Face is pretty as I've ever seen one." He frowns a little, obviously chastising himself for flirting with a girl that currently resembles roadkill.

"You don't have to stop hitting on me," you smirk, coughing a little as you try to sit up. "It's making me feel better."

"In that case," he grins, helping you to your feet, "Why don't you tell me what the hell happened, beautiful?" You stumble a little, and he holds out his arm again. "Take this here bicep-- that's it, right there--"

"Are you flexing?"

"Don't know what you're talking about--"

"You are!"

"Okay, maybe a little. Kind of a lot." He gives a low chuckle, and guides you to his car, where some CCR song is just ending. He takes off the yellow Hawaiian shirt he's got on, leaving him in a tight white sleeveless shirt. He hands you the article to put pressure on your wound. 

“But your shirt--”

“More where that came from. All just as ugly.  Here we are. Theeere's a good girl-- you just sit there all nice like, and you tell me how I came to find you like that, all fucked up with a smushed ice cream cone beside you."

"I was waiting for a ride... guess I ventured too far until the road, and got hit. Kind of. I feel like I didn't actually get hit."

"A shock graze." Cliff nods, some part of him relieved that you weren't actually hit by a speeding car.

"A what?"

"In the business, that's what we call it. You get a... close call, feels like the real thing."

"You a race car driver or something?" you tease, trailing your fingers up his jeans. 

He flashes another one of those half smiles. "Stunt double."

"Ooh," you cough, grimacing as you hold his shirt on your gash, "Hollywood type. You don't strike me as that type, Mr. Hollywood."

"Well, that's because I don't technically live there, angel. Just work and breathe there. I live in Burbank with my girl."

You quirk an eyebrow. "You've got a girl, huh?"

He glances over, sees your expression, and laughs. "Yep. My dog, Brandy. She's a bratty little mutt. Love her to death."

You smile. "Far out. I dig dogs."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well, good thing I didn't bring her. She don't take too kindly to strangers." You think he's serious, until he wiggles his eyebrows at you. He gives you another sideways look, switching between you and the road. "Where you from, anyway?"

You shrug. "Around."

He shakes his head. "Nah, see there ain't none of this 'around' shit. I pick you up, I gotta know if you're an axe murderer, or... if you're just here to toy with me before you kill me or some fucking bananas natural born killers shit."

"I don't wanna kill you," you snort, "But toying with you sounds like fun." You turn fully toward him. "Besides, where would I fit an axe? Up my ass?"

He bursts into incredulous laughter, and shakes his head.

The California coastal countryside passes you by as Cliff drives on to his digs by the beach waiting for him.

"You sure you're doing okay, honey?"

"I'll be fine," you say softly. "Thanks for finding me."

The two of you drive on in relative silence, stealing glances at one another when the other isn't looking. Cliff is a man of few words, but he's attractive, and you can't wait to see what lies ahead... if your wounds would kindly give you a break for the night.

He's really a sexy stranger-- well, he's not much of a stranger. He's introduced himself to you, hasn't he? And you haven't returned the courtesy.

"Name's (y/n)," you say, resting your elbow on his right forearm, "I'm backpacking here."

"Backpacking," Cliff nods, taking a right turn, "Sounds like fun. You oughtta be a little more careful, though."

"Damn right," you huff, "My bleeding chest is teaching me that." You look down at it, pulling the sticky shirt away. It looks a little better now-- the bleeding's stopped at least.

"When we get to mine, we'll get that dirty old shirt off you and wash you up proper, sound good?"

"Mhm," you nod. "Thanks for doing this, Cliff. You didn't need to."

He smirks. "I know. Still don't know why I did."

You smirk back, leaning into him. "I'll show you why you did."

He chuckles again, and hits the gas harder, peeling around another bend. In about five minute's time, you make it to what looks like a little shack... right on the beach, no one around for miles.

"Yep," he runs his hands through his blonde hair, "It ain't much, but it's home away from home."

"It's amazing," you say truthfully, closing your eyes and listening to the waves practically hit the side of the little house. "Where I'm from, there's no water for miles. This is beautiful."

He nods in thanks, squinting out at the water with his hands on his hips.

"Not my property, actually. It belongs to the state of California, or some shit. I’ll just live here until they find out."

"When's that gonna be?"

He shrugs. "They haven't noticed little old me in 30 years."

He helps you inside. It's just as homely you would imagine with someone like Cliff. It's not messy per say, but it's lived in, and comfortable. A couple broken signs hang lopsided on the wall, one neon bar sign with the pink silhouette of a busty woman holding a beer, and one that reads "What happens at the beach house stays at the beach house."

It's a nice place.

"Mine," you grin, and lay across the sunken couch. He smiles, flinging your feet off the cushion with a heave.

"Mine," he corrects. You compromise by tossing your feet over his lap, and he shakes his head, groaning.

"I picked me up a troublemaker here." He takes a good look at you. "Rick would love you. You're just his type."

"Rick who?" you ask, twirling your hair.

"Dalton. He's my boss."

"The movie star? Huh." You look down. "And... what about you?"

"What about me, what?"

"Am I your type?"

He looks at you a long time, as if thinking about it. "I haven't decided yet." He shrugs it off, getting off the couch. "Enough chit chat. We gotta get you clean."

"You gonna shower with me, Mr. Hollywood?"

"No, I'm gonna direct you to the shower, and leave you to goddamn shower on your own like a big girl."

You giggle, hanging onto his arm as he ushers you down the hall. "Big girls need their daddies too, sometimes."

He hesitates, and you see something flicker behind his eyes. He buries it quickly, but you saw it-- you know his weakness.

In the washroom, you take off your clothes, and gingerly get into the spray, letting it run over you. The cut's doing a lot better now, and though you're bruised from the fall, you're okay. You're just lucky a man with half-decent morals found you.

Getting out, you tug on the boxers Cliff had left you beside some other clothes of his, and get an idea.

---

"What the hell am I doing with her?" Cliff mumbles aloud. He wished Brandy was here-- she was a good listener. "Shit. Pretty girl naked in my bathroom? Nah. I ain't doing shit with her."

He starts to blend some ice and Miller (his personal favourite creation he likes to call the Daily Grind) and lights up a smoke. He takes a deep drag, thinking of your perky body, the way you'd looked at him in the case...

"Well now," he starts to walk around his house, "Cliff. You've been provided with a seemingly no-lose scenario opportunity."

Just then, he hears your footsteps approach behind him.

"Sorry-- I just thought it would be better if my injury got a little air..."

Cliff turns in question, and nearly drops hot ash on himself. You're leaning against the wall, completely topless, wearing only his boxers, riding down your hips.

"That's fine," he grins, huffing.

"Groovy," you wink.

He points to your peaked nipples with his cigarette. "You're not careful there, sweet thing, you're gonna catch a chill."

"I have you to keep me warm," you retort.

"God damn," he mutters to himself, smiling.

"I know it's a lot to ask, after you picked me up and everything... but you got any food around here? I'm staaarving," you bite your lip. He narrows his eyes. You're being coy now. He swings himself over to the little kitchen area, cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Hell, you think I'm gonna bring you all the way out here and not feed you?" He holds out a bowl of kraft dinner he made, and you take it, eating some of the gooey orange mess.

"Mmmm."

"Guessin' you’re a... big fan of mac and cheese," he smirks. You saunter up to him, desire dripping from your voice.

"I think I’m a bigger fan of you.” 

His beer concoction and cigarette are forgotten as you hop up onto him, forcing him to hold you by your ass. You wrap your legs around his back, and in one smooth swing, he has you turned and pinned against the counter.

"I have half a mind to tell you you're overexerting yourself, and send you to bed," he whispers against your lips. You growl.

"Don't you dare."

"I don't know," he plays, dipping his head back from another kiss, "You really think you're up for the pounding you're 'bout to get, honey bear?"

"Fuck yes, daddy, I want it," you moan, and that look comes over his face again.

"Then daddy's gonna give it to you."

He tugs the boxers down, and you use your toes to shimmy his jeans down, guessing correctly that he didn't have anything underneath today.

"Commando?" you murmur, kissing up his neck.

"I seem to've lent out my only pair of underwear," he teases, as you kick said pair off your ankle. You suddenly push yourself off the counter, and drop down to your knees, taking him all the way out of his faded jeans. You wrap your lips around the tip, holding by the base, and he groans, tipping his head back.

"Jesus H Christ," he mutters, "Haven't felt this since... shit, I don't even know..."

"Like it?" You lick along his shaft.

"Love it, babygirl, just love it."

You deepthroat him, and his groans get louder,. lazier, and more drawn out.

"Fuuuuck me up, that's special," he licks his lips, "You gonna let me return that favor?"

"Feeling your big cock inside me is payback enough," you moan, and pull his knees out, toppling him to the floor and crawling on top of him. Wide eyed for a moment, he lets you take the upper hand, but secures you tightly against his crotch as you grind there. His fingers dig into your hips, holding you there, guiding you, and your hands grab for his chest. After a moment of this, he flips himself back on top, and you feel two fingers slip inside you.

"That good?" he whispers against your face. You can barely speak-- you nod feverishly, clutching his muscular shoulders. "Mmm, you're a big girl, baby. I think you can handle three." He flashes a grin as he adds a third finger, and you rock down, moaning so loudly that if there WERE neighbors, they'd be calling the cops. "Come on now, I know you ain't shy. Moan for daddy. Make lotsa nice noises for daddy-- that's it."

"Fuck," you breathe, feeling your orgasm race.

"Come on, let em know!"

"FUCK, DADDY! Deeper-- deeper, right there!"

"Hell yeah. Hell yeah, baby, scream for me!"

You shout his name as you come for the first time, and he gives you a second to calm down before he threads his hand with yours on the kitchen floor.

"You good?"

"Yeah," you gasp, and he parts your legs, using your slick to pump himself a few times before getting between and pushing in. "Ohgod--"

"Okay?"

"Yeah, yeah."

He starts up a rhythm, holding you tight, propping your head up in his arms as he fucks you good and deep, harder with each snap of his hips.

"So close," you ramble, grinding down to meet his thrusts.

"Am too." He holds your hand, keeping you pinned as he waits for you, slowing his pace to gentle circles of his hips until you cry out, gushing around him again. He then fucks you hard through your amazing climax, keeping you close to him. He pulls out, rubbing your clit to draw you out as he comes as well, some hitting your inner thigh. You bite your lip, laying down and closing your eyes in bliss.

"'M all fucked out," you yawn, and Cliff keeps himself propped on his forearms above you. He shakes the blonde locks out of his face.

"You got exactly what you wanted, didn't you?" he smiles.

"Exactly what I wanted." You sling your legs around his neck, and he holds them there, massaging them lightly.

"I suppose you'll be wanting the rest of that mac and cheese?"

You shrug. "I've had enough. I'd rather fuck all night out there on your beach."

"Not my beach."

"On a beach. The beach."

"Thought you were all fucked out."

"Feelings are fleeting. They change moment to moment. Now are we gonna have some more fun or what?"

He chuckles, and picks you up so that you're riding on his shoulders. He then walks the two of you out the back door to the beach. "And away we go!"

[zartemisforever]

Finally the sky began to lighten. Artemis muttered, "About time. He's so-o-o lazy during the winter." "You're, um, waiting for sunrise?" I asked. "For my brother. Yes." I didn't want to be rude. I mean, I knew the legends about Apollo—or sometimes Helios—driving a big sun chariot across the sky. But I also knew that the sun was really a star about a zillion miles away. I'd gotten used to some of the Greek myths being true, but still… I didn't see how Apollo could drive the sun. "It's not exactly as you think," Artemis said, like she was reading my mind.

"Oh, okay." I started to relax. "So, it's not like he'll be pulling up in a—" There was a sudden burst of light on the horizon. A blast of warmth. "Don't look," Artemis advised. "Not until he parks." Parks? I averted my eyes, and saw that the other kids were doing the same. The light and warmth intensified until my winter coat felt like it was melting off of me. Then suddenly the light died. I looked. And I couldn't believe it. It was my car. Well, the car I wanted, anyway. A red convertible Maserati Spyder. It was so awesome it glowed. Then I realized it was glowing because the metal was hot. The snow had melted around the Maserati in a perfect circle, which explained why I was now standing on green grass and my shoes were wet. The driver got out, smiling. He looked about seventeen or eighteen, and for a second, I had the uneasy feeling it was Luke, my old enemy. This guy had the same sandy hair and outdoorsy good looks. But it wasn't Luke. This guy was taller, with no scar on his face like Luke's. His smile was brighter and more playful. (Luke didn't do much more than scowl and sneer these days.) The Maserati driver wore jeans and loafers and a sleeveless T-shirt. "Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot." "He's the sun god," I said. "That's not what I meant." "Little sister!" Apollo called. If his teeth were any whiter he could've blinded us without the sun car. "What's up? You never call. You never write. I was getting worried!" Artemis sighed. "I'm fine, Apollo. And I am not your little sister." "Hey, I was born first." "We're twins! How many millennia do we have to argue—" "So what's up?" he interrupted. "Got the girls with you, I see. You all need some tips on archery?"

Artemis grit her teeth. "I need a favor. I have some hunting to do, alone. I need you to take my companions to Camp Half-Blood." "Sure, sis!" Then he raised his hands in a stop everything gesture. "I feel a haiku coming on." The Hunters all groaned. Apparently they'd met Apollo before. He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically. "Green grass breaks through snow. Artemis pleads for my help. I am so cool." He grinned at us, waiting for applause. "That last line was only four syllables," Artemis said. Apollo frowned. "Was it?" "Yes. What about I am so big-headed?" "No, no, that's six syllables. Hmm." He started muttering to himself. Zoe Nightshade turned to us. "Lord Apollo has been going through this haiku phase ever since he visited Japan. 'Tis not as bad as the time he visited Limerick. If I'd had to hear one more poem that started with, There once was a goddess from Sparta—" "I've got it!" Apollo announced. "I am so awesome. That's five syllables!" He bowed, looking very pleased with himself. "And now, sis. Transportation for the Hunters, you say? Good timing. I was just about ready to roll." "These demigods will also need a ride," Artemis said, pointing to us. "Some of Chiron's campers."

"No problem!" Apollo checked us out. "Let's see… Thalia, right? I've heard all about you." Thalia blushed. "Hi, Lord Apollo." "Zeus's girl, yes? Makes you my half sister. Used to be a tree, didn't you? Glad you're back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time—" "Brother," Artemis said. "You should get going." "Oh, right." Then he looked at me, and his eyes narrowed. "Percy Jackson?" "Yeah. I mean… yes, sir." It seemed weird calling a teenager "sir," but I'd learned to be careful with immortals. They tended to get offended easily. Then they blew stuff up. Apollo studied me, but he didn't say anything, which I found a little creepy. "Well!" he said at last. "We'd better load up, huh? Ride only goes one way—west. And if you miss it, you miss it." I looked at the Maserati, which would seat two people max. There were about twenty of us. "Cool car," Nico said. "Thanks, kid," Apollo said. "But how will we all fit?" "Oh." Apollo seemed to notice the problem for the first time. "Well, yeah. I hate to change out of sports-car mode, but I suppose…" He took out his car keys and beeped the security alarm button. Chirp, chirp. For a moment, the car glowed brightly again. When the glare died, the Maserati had been replaced by one of those Turtle Top shuttle buses like we used for school basketball games. "Right," he said. "Everybody in." Zoe ordered the Hunters to start loading. She picked up her camping pack, and Apollo said, "Here, sweetheart. Let me get that." Zoe recoiled. Her eyes flashed murderously. "Brother," Artemis chided. "You do not help my Hunters. You do not look at, talk to, or flirt with my Hunters. And you do not call them sweetheart."

[sun-flower-children]

Party Jealousy

Peter Parker x male reader

FLUFF

A/N: requested by an anon

(Y/N) and Peter had been friends since the beginning of middle school. Peter being shyer and interest is unconventional things were more of an outcast but (Y/N) was more social and it came to no surprise to anyone that he became popular. His outgoing and positive energy just really vibed with everyone. Through middle school (Y/N) stuck by Peter making their friendship known. During their middle school experience (Y/N) would try to bring Peter to the dances, so that he too could enjoy the evening with his friend group. Peter being the small nervous bean that he is, he never agreed to attend leaving (Y/N) pouting that he wouldn’t come. 

Over time they developed other friendships: Peter with Ned and (Y/N) with his friends. In highschool not much had changed except that now people were coming up to (Y/N) confessing their feelings or asking him out. Boys and girls all over school had thrown their hearts out to him and every time he politely declined to say that they seemed like wonderful people but he just wasn’t looking for a relationship. Peter and (Y/N) still hung out often, reserving every other Saturday was specially reserved for each other. Often spent taking pictures, walking around while discussing everything and nothing. Many of the pictures on (Y/N) Instagram had been taken by Peter himself.

 It was during one of these hangouts that Peter realized something about himself. Every time you would laugh his heart would flutter. When you would hug him he would feel nervous butterflies flying around in his stomach and feel his cheeks tint dusty pink. His heart beats two times faster when he sees you wearing a sleeveless tank or a tight-fitting shirt. Peter cherished your guys’ friendship too much to ever think of confessing. You had become too big of a piece in his life to ever let you go. He kept these to himself, doing his best so that no one would ever guess that he felt his way towards his best friend.

Then in their senior year, (Y/N) dutifully asked Peter to come to one of his friend’s house parties, knowing full well that Peters only New Years’ resolution was to talk to people more. Peter couldn’t say no to your cute pouting face when you asked him to please go with you so that he could at least try to fulfill his resolution. The party was in the richer part of town and you popped over to Peter’s house to help him dress up. You had the key, as Aunt May trusted you, and walked yourself into their apartment. 

“ Peter ?” You asked.

 “ Huh? (Y/N)? Uh yeah, I’m here.” 

He was standing in front of this closet trying to decide what to wear. 

“ You still haven’t chosen what to wear? Dude’s a casual party, don’t sweat it.” 

“ Easy for you to say. You go to these all the time!” 

“ Do you want me to help you then? Put my expertise to the test?”

Peter slapped your arm in a joking manner making you laugh. 

“ I got you that pair of ripped jeans last year for your birthday. You should wear those. Oh! And that one t-shirt that makes your arms look more buff.”

He stared back at you blankly. Clearly sending the message of ‘I know your saying words but I am just not computing anything. Send help’. (Y/N) sighed gently pushing Peter out of the way to rummage through his closet to find the items he previously mentioned. 

“ Pete you need to clean out your closet. You still have clothes from middle school that doesn’t even fit you anymore! C’mon.”

Peter mumbled a ‘sorry’ as he sat down on the bed, pulling out his phone to scroll through Instagram as he waited. 

“ Boom! Pete here’s your outfit including socks. I already choose your shoes. While you change I am going to make some enchiladas so that we don’t starve. We don’t know what food there’ll be.”

After changing and eating the two of them hopped into (Y/N)’s car. After driving twenty-something minutes they arrived and Peter slunk into his seat. You put your right hand on his thigh and looked at him straight in the eye. 

“ Pete.”

“ Uh-huh?” 

“ You look hot and I am confident that you can make it through this party only after having some fun. If you ever feel overwhelmed just come up to me and tug my shirt two times. You won’t even have to say anything. Okay?”

Peter took a deep breath, looking away from your face and instead st your hand, feeling his face warm-up from your gaze and your words. 

“ Yeah Okay.”

You beamed back at him and gently squeezed his thigh. 

“ Let’s go have some fun.” 

Just walking up to the house three people greeted you and you were almost bombarded by people when you walked to the food table. You being you smiled at everyone and, to those you knew better, you exchanged choreographed handshakes. As you being mingling Peter squeaked out some lame excuse to leave the large group to someplace that was less densely populated with people. Awkwardly leaning against a wall, with a cup in his left hand, and his phone in his right.

“ So you came to this lame party too?”

Peter’s head shot up quickly making eye contact with a familiar face.

“ Hey MJ.”

“ This isn’t typically your scene. Shouldn’t you be home playing with your legos?” She joked. Peter knew her well enough to know that she didn’t mean any harm. 

“ I let (Y/N) drag me to this party.”

“ Oh? You let him?”

“ Y-yeah.”

MJ leaned on the wall right next to him and looked into the party. More specifically straight at (Y/N).

“ He’s hot.”

“ Yeah, he’s attractive.” Peter let himself agree because he doesn’t spend hours of his day looking over pictures that he has of you that he hasn’t let you see yet. He let himself think about the last time the two of you hung out and began reminiscing the photos he took. While he was zoned out he was unaware that MJ was still talking to him. Until she shook his arm. 

“ Peter look there’s a girl clinging onto his arm. Is (Y/N) even straight? I’m pretty sure he’s gay.”

He couldn’t help himself and quickly looked in your direction to see that in fact there was a girl standing a little to close to you for his liking. Peter felt this angry heat slowly fill up his chest thinking ‘ how dare she stay to close to him’ but immediately seeing his negative reaction he took deep breaths to calm himself. ‘ I don’t have any control over him. He can do whatever he wants.’ Then why did he feel like this? The two of you weren’t romantically involved and he was just a friend in your eyes.

“ Peter you look really angry. What is doing on?”

Without even saying anything MJ put two and two together. How is gaze was trained on you and how you were mingling with the other party attendees. MJ was going to open her mouth to say something when suddenly Peter walked away from the wall towards you. As Peter made his way to you another girl started touching your chest. 

“ Oh hey, Pete-”

Peter quickly pulled the bottom oh your shirt twice and then started walking outside. (Y/N) said that he needed to go outside quickly and went after Peter. He was waiting for you by where you parked your car. 

“ Hey, Pete what’s wrong.”

“I am really angry and it’s totally stupid too.”

“ Pete you are not stupid and your feelings are valid. Just tell me what happened.”

“ I was talking to MJ and then she pointed out how you had girls coming up to all the time and that they were always flirting with you. You’re always letting them touch you. It’s really really frustrating to see you like that. Then I started feeling really angry and I could feel all of this negative energy in my chest. It made me feel like a bomb about to explode. I’m sorry this is stupid I should have let you stay in the party.” Peter rambled.

He stared at his feet as if they were the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. His face felt like it was melting off and the thudding of his heart was almost like a throbbing head ached. He was mentally preparing himself to get told off or even rejected for what hints of a crush that he just gave. Hands clenched to his sides and he just now noticed how his classic plastic red cup is beyond destroyed as he is holding it with a death grip. Noticed how his vision was starting to blur and bring upon arm to wipe what he was desperately hoping are not tears. Without saying anything (Y/N) wrapped his arms around him. Peter instinctively wrapped his arms around your torso bringing you closer, engulfing himself in your familiar scent. At some point, you started to sway and he just followed your rhythm after resting your head on his shoulder/head ( depending on how tall you are). 

“ I’m sorry (Y/N)” Peter mumbled into your shirt.

 “ I didn’t know you felt that way, Pete.”

“ I didn’t know I could be that angry at someone I don’t know.”  

“ Let’s just go home. I don’t really want to be here if it’s making you cry.”

Peter didn’t say anything but he nodded in agreement and the two settled back into the car for the short drive back. There was no more talking but the soft sounds of the jazz radio playing through the radio. Peter wrapped his arms around himself feeling the cold air from the half-opened window. Wordlessly  (Y/N) understood and reached in the backseat for his hoodie which he immediately gave to the cold boy. Now having a warm and comforting layer he could enjoy the fresh air from outside and you drove him. After parking your car, you both walked up the stairs to his door. Before he could open the door, you pulled Peter back into another hug. 

“ Pete do something nice for yourself and don’t beat yourself up about. Crying is a normal thing for humans to do.” Your voice was soft and gentle with a rhythm that calmed him down. Before letting him go you brought one hand to tuck some of his hair behind his ear. 

“ Go to bed at a reasonable time Pete. Do it for me please.” 

After kissing him gently on his forehead and turned around for your car.

“ (Y/N)!” Peter whisper-yelled.

“ Yeah, Pete!” You whisper-yelled back as you turned around. 

“ You know I kind of confessed to you earlier.”

“ I do.”

And with that, you turned around again for the last time that night and didn’t look back.

[kinksonyeondan]

BTS Reaction: Initiating Sex

Genre: Smut Word Count: 2,387

Member: Kim Seokjin 

Summer. One of the worst seasons in your opinion. Of course, you loved that you had a vacation, but the heat was always unbearable. What's even worse, is that you never did your Spring cleaning. So, you had to do it now, or else you'll get too lazy.

You were dying in the heat, wearing a sleeveless shirt that exposed your sides, and shorts that kept your legs from melting into butter. You had a high ponytail, drops of sweat streaming down your temple. "I'm going to die," you thought to yourself.

You weren't the only one who was dying though. All this time, your helpful boyfriend, Seokjin, has been lending a hand with your cleaning. But, he found it so hard to keep his member from making a tent in his pants.

Every time you walked passed him, he saw your black bra, cupping your breasts nicely. He would skim your legs, reminding him that those were the same legs that would wrap around his waist, pulling him down so he could go deeper. The sweat making him reminisce the times he would go berserk on you, the intense heat and pounding making you glisten with a sheet of sweat.

Before he could stop himself, it was too late. He felt his already hard member pressing against the hem of his shorts, releasing an audible groan. You stopped in your tracks, a chill running down your spine. "Did you hurt yourself?" You asked him, staring at him with puppy eyes.

He nodded, his mouth slightly parted. You set your things down, attending to his care, "Where are you hurt?" He forgot his shirt was long enough to cover his crotch, realizing that you were genuinely worried.

He grabbed your wrist, placing it on his crotch. Your eyes widened a little, biting your lip. "This is hurting..." He replied, leaning towards your ear.

"And the only way to make it better is an orgasm."

Member: Min Yoongi

Composing. Writing. Editing. Rapping.

A combination of everything he loved, but sometimes, it gets stressful. Sometimes he would get offers to compose a song for other artists, trying to capture their vision, the meaning behind the song. He gains inspiration out of the simplest things.

It could be an old memory or the scenery from a place he visited. But the stressful and frustrating part of making music for others is that they don't "like" his vision. Sometimes he wants to shout, "The whole world knows me because of my music!"

After a long day of dealing with an annoying artist who's personality is different when in public, he went home. He just wanted to embrace you in his arms, smell the sweet aroma of your hair, hear your sweet humming as you sing him to sleep. It did make him seem like a child, but he loved it.

You never went to sleep before he came home. If he came at 3 am, then you'll sleep at 3 am. Even if you were tired from work, you knew his job was even more stressful, so you never complained. You were scrolling through social media when you heard the doorknob twist.

The opened door exposed a tired Yoongi, his eyes threatening to close on him. It was only 11:30 pm, so you knew today was a long day for him. Without a word, you spread your arms, encouraging him to come in for an embrace. He smiled, removing his hat and mask and jumping into the bed.

He kissed you on your head, "I missed you." You chuckled, his sweet side coming to light, "I missed you too." He breathed in deeply, rubbing his cheek on the top of your head. You shut your heavy eyelids, humming his favorite lullaby.

You guys stayed there for a few minutes until he abruptly removed his cheek from your head. He stared at you with loving eyes, your heart beating in your eardrums, "Yes?" His gaze fell to your lips, reaching down to connect his lips with yours. You both kissed passionately, not even realizing the shifting your bodies, his figure now hovered above yours.

"I don't want to hear you sing..." Yoongi said breathlessly, brushing your hair off your face.

"I want to hear you moan my name."

Member: Jung Hoseok

"Fuck me!" You yelled at the top of your lungs, messing up your hair furiously. "I'll do it later," Hoseok replied, his sly remark making you laugh sarcastically. "Haha, very funny. You're not helping..." You retorted.

You were frustrated because you kept messing up the moves, tripping on your own two feet. Hoseok was sitting on the couch behind you, his arms crossed across his chest. You wanted to ask him for help, but your ego is too big, remembering what you told him earlier, "I don't need your help. Don't you see me radiating with talent?" You groaned in annoyance, "Why did I say that?" You thought.

He sat there, a smirk plastered on his face, like if he read your mind. You scoffed, "Why are you smirking like that?" He crossed his legs, "Because I know you need my help, but you don't want to ask for it because your ego is almost as big as my penis."

Oh my God. He did not just say that. Hahaha, he's so full of himself.

You intentionally reached over to touch your toes, acting like if you were stretching your hamstrings when in reality, you were showing off your ass. He rolled his eyes, knowing your true intentions, but he enjoyed it, "I'm not going to help you."

Fine.

You removed your overly large sweater and threw it to the floor, showing off your spaghetti strap shirt. With all the sweat and dark colored bra, your moss green bra was easily noticeable through your shirt. He was fidgeting a little, making you smile. Just a little more.

You let your hair down, swaying your locks around. You ran your fingers through your scalp, messing up your hair, but this time, in a seductive manner. Hoseok groaned, trying so hard not to lose against you, but he almost reached to his limit.

You stretched your arms up, arching your back, letting out a moan. He shook his head vigorously, getting up from the couch. You smirked devilishly, watching him from the mirror. He yanked your arm, spinning you into a tight embrace.

"Don't worry, I'll help you...help you scream."

Member: Kim Namjoon

"A pool party?" You said in confusion, not getting the memo that it was that kind of party. You and Namjoon were invited to a pool party but didn't know that until you both got there. "Oh shit! I knew I forgot something!" Your friend said, her husband playfully smacking her on the forehead, "Come on sweetie, you had one job," he chuckled.

"Oh! I have an idea!" She exclaimed, "You can just borrow one of mine! Come on, let's go upstairs!" She grabbed your hand, pulling you back inside the house. While her husband dragged Namjoon further into the backyard, offering him a beer.

You were skimming through the different bikinis, kinda worried they wouldn't fit. You had bigger boobs and bigger curves than your friend so it might be a problem. "Don't worry, these over here fit me kinda big, and I'm too lazy to exchange them, so they'll probably fit you.

"Okay..." you said, grabbing three pairs of bikinis and walking into the bathroom. The first one was a white, one-piece bikini that exposed your back, the second one was a two-piece, with cherry print on a white background, and the third one was black two-piece bikini, that had straps on the side of your hips so that they were exposed, and a strapless top that cupped your boobs.

After a long debate, you went with the black one, just because it was the most comfortable for your breasts. Your friend hooked her arm with yours, accompanying you outside. Many heads turned, including your boyfriend's. You were kinda shy, but you tried not to show it.

"Let's get it the water," she nudged you, running into the water. You followed her inside the pool, many guys and some girls deciding to go inside as well. You and your friend were having a good time, Namjoon not as much. He didn't know whether to be horny or pissed. You turned him on with your bikini, but he hated the way people were looking at you. The way he looks at you when he's aroused.

"Excuse me," he said, setting his beer down. He walked to the edge of the water, "Babe, can you come with me for a bit?" "Sure," you replied, getting out of the water. He seized your hand, giving it a light squeeze. He impatiently marched up the stairs, heading towards one of the doors. "Wait, Namjoon!"

He pulled you to one of the spare bedrooms, locking the door behind him. You stood there, cold, water dripping down onto the floor. He walked towards you, passionately connecting your lips with his, pushing you back onto the bed. Your eyes widened, pulling away from him, "Namjoon! I'm going to get the bed all wet!" He looked at you with dark eyes, smirking while staring at your pink lips.

"That's not the only thing that will get wet."

Member: Park Jimin

You were trying on outfits for the dinner party you and Jimin were going to attend. He's laid out on the bed, his arms leaning back into the mattress, raising his upper body. You were frustrated because you didn't want to look too casual, but you didn't want to look too professional either.

The constant need of having to try another tight dress that defined your curves, getting naked in front of him, he was breaking a sweat just thinking about your body against his.

"What about this one?" You said, twirling around in a circle. You were wearing a black dress with a deep v-neck that exposed your cleavage, lace sleeves reaching to the middle of your forearm. He began tapping his foot, loosening his tie in frustration.

You stared at him in confusion, "What's wrong? You don't like it?" You turned to face the mirror, Jimin's face embedded with desperation. He tried looking away from you, but his gaze will always wander back to your ass.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" You asked him, meeting his eyes through the mirror. He got up from the bed, rushing towards you. He clasped his hands on your hips, bucking your ass against his crotch. You felt his member poking you through his pants, making you swallow hard.

"This is what's wrong with me," he growled, slightly grinding himself on you. You gasped, the feeling tracing to your core.

"Now you have to help me get rid of it."

Member: Kim Taehyung

You and Taehyung were in the living room watching a movie. His arm was wrapped around your shoulder, your head laid on his head. You guys were watching 'Twilight', just for laughs.

When you told him you used to love watching the movies when you were younger, he laughed his ass off, making references here and there. "I can't believe you used to like these movies," he chuckled, giving you a noogie. "I know..." you said unbelievably, getting second-hand embarrassment from the cringey acting.

You buried your face into the nape of his neck, gently biting him. "Oh My God! What the heck?!" He screamed, confused with your sudden action. "I wanted to test a theory," you replied, giving him an innocent grin. He looked at you in awe, wondering how you got the guts to do that.

He grabbed your head in one hand and your shoulder in the other, making enough room for him to stick his face in between. "Wait, hold on! Hold on!" You shrieked, laughing as he pinned you down into the couch. His bites turned into kisses and your laugh turned into moans. He kissed you, tugging your bottom lip as he pulled away.

"I'm going to drain the life out of you tonight."

Member: Jeon Jungkook

It was midnight. You and Jungkook were cuddled up in bed, his body perfectly aligned along with yours. You can feel his chest against your back, slowly heaving up and down. His arm was wrapped around your waist, grazing his fingertips on your bare stomach.

You felt his hot breath hit the nape of your neck, tickling you a bit. You felt his grip tighten on the side of your waist, making you groan quietly.

He was restless, not able to control himself. Cuddling is romantic, but it is also a way to turn a guy on, especially if the girl keeps jiggling her ass to get more comfortable. He kept rubbing his palm down your side and along your thigh, leaving your skin hot.

You moaned quietly, arousing him. He couldn't help but glide his hand between your thighs, rubbing your clothed clit. You gasped, seizing his hand with yours, "Jungkook!"

He chuckled, "It's your fault for rubbing your ass against my crotch." He removed himself from your side and rolled you on your back, hovering above you with both arms on either side of your head.

"Now, shut up and let me fuck you."

A/N: I know some of them are longer than others, but it just happened. I hope you enjoyed!

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The Marriage Games (Ch.4)

Pairing: Prince! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) (Y/L/N) grew up in the palace with her brother and the royals; her and her brother are practically apart of the royal family. The Queen decides to help her eldest son find his own queen by inviting ten female suitors to live in the palace. What happens when through this process he finds love with a woman that is not one of the contestants?  

Word Count: 2741

Disclaimer: This series is inspired by The Selection by Kiera Cass and Yellow Roses by @h-osterfield. 

Y/N sat in her office reading over some of her class notes after talking to Dom when Tom came over to talk. “I know my mom said to leave you alone, but I think you it’s a good idea to talk to someone about what happened,” Tom says as he sits beside her. The young female sighs and puts down her book, “I really don’t want to talk about this. I am fine.” Tom nods his head and Y/N continues with what she is saying. “Tom, I know you think talking is going to help me, but it really won’t help. I was sexually assaulted and there’s nothing that I can do about it because it already happened. Dwelling on the past will only cause me more pain than trying to leave it in the past, but what I can do is try to make sure that nobody will have to feel the fear that I felt in that moment. It might take some time and I might not be able to help everybody, but I want to do whatever I can to help. If I ever need to talk about it I promise that I’ll go to you or talk to someone in the support group that I am creating.” After Y/N had finished expressing herself, Tom just pulls her into a hug and tells her that if that’s what she needs, he will respect her decision. She mumbles a thank you and informs him that they should be heading to the family room right now for a meeting.  

Tom and Y/N were the first people to make it to the family room and they waited a few minutes for everyone to arrive. When the final person to arrive, it was time for the meeting to start. “I’d like to thank everyone for coming. Now, I’d like to inform everyone of an exciting event that will happen on Friday. We are going to have a Welcoming Ball in order to welcome all our new guest. Y/N and I will be taking all the guests shopping for clothes tomorrow. Does anyone have any questions?” Nikki apprises everyone. Darcy’s hand quickly shoots up and she starts to ask her question as soon as Nikki gives her permission, “Do I have to wear a dress?” Nikki smiles knowing that it was bound to be a question, “No, you do not have to wear a dress. However, you have to wear formal attire, so if you wish to wear a pants suit that is perfectly acceptable. Your parents will be attending the ball as well as some other important people.” Nikki had finished answering when it was time for Y/N to ask her question. “Nikki, would I be able to announce my support group live at the ball?” The room had suddenly gone quiet, which Y/N hated because that’s what everyone did whenever she starts talking about her support group. She doesn’t understand why they reacted like this, maybe it’s because the group helps remind people of what she is a victim of. However, Nikki is not the person to break the silence, it was Dom. “I already thought of that and I have arranged for exactly that to happen. I was going to ask you at this meeting and it seems that you have already thought of that.” Y/N thanks Dom for think of her and she mentally thanks him for not getting all quiet whenever she talks about it.

Y/N sat in her room quietly reading about her book when Lalia came walking into the room with a smile on her face. “Hey, what can I help you with?” Y/N says as she places her book down. “Well, I was hoping that you could help me get into the kitchen. I want to make some baklava, but the chiefs won’t let me into the kitchen. I wanted to know if you would be able to help me out with that,” Lalia asks her friend. Y/N smiles and stands up, “I could definitely help you with that as long as you let me help you bake the baklava.” Lalia promises Y/N that she could help and they both made their way over to the kitchen. “Chef Conrad, would we be able to use the kitchen to make some baklava?” Y/N asks the head chef sweetly with a big smile on her face. Nobody could say now to sweet little Y/N and the only thing the head chef could do give a nod of the head and tell everyone to head out. “Okay we are going to need: 1 package of phyllo dough, 4 cups chopped walnuts or pecans, 1 teaspoon cinnamon, 1 and a 1/2 sticks of melted butter, 2 cups honey, 1/2 cup water, 1/2 cup sugar, and 3 teaspoons vanilla extract,” Lalia instructs Y/N to take out of the pantry. Y/N complies and helps her find the ingredients that they needed for the delicious dessert. When Y/N said that she would help, what she really meant was that she was going to sit and watch her friend make the Greek pastry. “Are you going to help me or are you just going to sit and watch me?” Lalia inquires.

Tom came walking into the kitchen with an appetite and that’s when he saw the two girls making the dessert. “The only thing that Y/N will do when it comes to helping in the kitchen is taste testing,” Tom comments as he hops up on the counter beside Y/N. “Well, when I am in the kitchen you guys are either going to help me or get out. Tom, go melt the butter and Y/N grease the pan for me, please,” the Greek princess orders the best friends. The trio worked for about twenty minutes then they were finally ready to place the pan into the oven. While the pan was in the oven, Lalia made the sweet sticky syrup that will be poured over the nutty dessert. “Where did you learnt how to make baklava?” Y/N says as she and Tom take turns licking the spoon used to mix the syrup together. Lalia finally turns off the oven and starts pouring the syrup onto the delectable pastry, “My mother taught me when I was younger. Before my parents met and got married, my mother worked with my grandparents. She still loves baking till this day and she taught me every recipe she knows.” Y/N was listening to Lalia when she felt something sticky being smeared across her cheek. The sweet smell of the syrup fills her nostrils and she looks angrily at Tom, “You did not do that you little div!” Tom jumped off of the counter and started to run knowing fully-well that Y/N was going to chase him.  She jumps on his back and puts her sticky cheek next to his. Their cheeks were stuck together, Y/N did not think that through, so Lalia had to come with a wet napkin to separate their cheeks. Lalia giggles at the two best friends and their stupidity then goes to check on the food. They waited for the baklava to cool down then they finally were able to sink their teeth into the dessert. “This is really good! You should sell these,” Tom praises whilst shoving his mouth full. Lalia cheeks flushed completely red at the complete and whisper thanks. Y/N had just finished her fourth slice and nods her head quickly in agreement. The rest of the afternoon was spent sitting on the kitchen countertop finishing whatever baklava they haven’t eaten yet.

Y/N wakes up to Nancy gently shake her awake, “Madame, you have to wake up. You are supposed to go shopping with the guest and Nikki.” Y/N grumbles angrily and turns her body to clock her face from the sunlight coming in from the open curtained. Nancy was finally able to get Y/N out of bed and Y/N begrudgingly gets ready to go out. She hops into the shower and quickly changes into a white shirt and jean overall shorts. She ties up her vans and puts her hair into a high ponytail. She makes her way to the front foyer and waits for everyone. Tom walks towards Y/N ready to go out and get her necklace fixed. “Hey, where are you going?” Y/N observes the small plastic bag in Tom’s hands and knew immediately that he is going to fix her pearl necklace. Tom stops and quickly shoots his friend a smile, “I am going to get your necklace fixed.” They talk for a little bit, but Tom had to go so they bid each other goodbye and Y/N was left to wait alone. The first person to join her was Nikki. “How are you feeling love? Did you get a good night sleep?” Nikki asks sweetly as she hands Y/N a coffee mug full of tea. Y/N whispers a thank you and they talk while they wait for everyone else to come over. The rest of the girls make their way over to the foyer and they all head to the mall in a limo.

The first store that they head to store they head to is Versace so that Darcy and Farryn could get pantsuits that they would much rather wear. “Look around girls, you can pick out anything you would like for the ball,” Nikki announce to the girls and all the girls went out to look for something to wear. In ten minutes, everyone is supposed to meet at the change room area so that they can try on whatever they found. Y/N had searched the whole store, but she didn’t find anything. When she got to the fitting room, everyone was already there and Darcy, Farryn, and Mabel had found something they would like to try on. Darcy had found a fuchsia pantsuit with a blue-purple shirt to go under the blazer. The suit complemented her figure and went really well with her wavy orange hair.  “I don’t know if you had anything else in mind, but that looks really good on you,” Primrose recommends as she walks around Darcy. Darcy smiles and listens to everyone else’s thoughts, “I think I am going to get it. I really like it and if I find something else I like even more, I can always just return this.” Everyone nodded in agreement and looked to Mabel you was wearing a black sleeveless dress that had a plunging neckline. The dress hugged her curves perfectly and she looks really good in the dress. She may look innocent, but the dress suggests otherwise. Mabel invited all the praise, but when Jensine said that she didn’t think the black dressed worked for Mabel, Mabel was quick to snap an angry response at her. Everyone just ignored the comment because Jensine seemed unfazed and they turned their attention towards Farryn. Farryn wore a mint green pantsuits that didn’t have any pockets like Darcy’s. Although green is an odd choice for formal wear, Farryn seemed to rock the look. After the three girls changed out of the clothes, Nikki paid for them and they went to the next store.

The next place they headed to is Chanel. The girls that hadn’t found anything at Zara went looking for something while the girls that did sort of just followed Y/N. She asked for their opinion on certain dresses, but she came up with nothing. After ten minutes, they made their way to the changing room to see if anyone found anything just like in Zara. Camellia, Lalia, and Nella were changing into the outfits that they choose. Camellia had picked out a dark-ish blue dress that has thin sleeves loosely hanging off of her shoulders; the skirt of the dress has a slit that goes up to her upper thigh. “You are rocking that dress, señorita,” Nella comments and all the girls giggle. Y/N looks at Camellia and says, “I am sure that all eyes will be on you. I actually have these really nice white heels that would look good with that. Remind me to give it to you if you want to try them on.” Camellia thanks Y/N and goes to get changes back into her regular clothes. Lalia’s is much more different than every dress they have seen so far. It was a light blue off the shoulder dress with a neckline that plunges a little. The skirt didn’t hug her curves, but instead, it flowed outward; it also had white lace flowers which made the dress look nice. “Sweetie, you look very nice in that dress. I think it’s the one,” Nikki inputs and Lalia smiles as big as she can. “Ikr, I love it so much. I feel like such a princess. Even though I am one, I just feel like Cinderella,” Lalia said excitedly. Y/N smiles and takes a look at what Nella is wearing. The dark purple dress had one tank top sleeve with rhinestones on it. It had a high-waist sash with rhinestones on the left side. The skirt’s coloured varied from light purple, coral, and light orange. Adalyn said the first thing that Y/N had heard since they had gone shopping, “You look really nice, Nella.” Nella quietly says thank you with a smile on her face as she twirls a little in her dress. Y/N could tell that Nella is not used to wearing a dress like this.

The final store that they are heading to is Burberry. They went through the same robotic motion of going through the whole store in ten minutes and meet at the changing room area. When Y/N got to the changing room and she hadn’t found anything she had just decided that she’d wear an old dress, but before she could take a look at what everyone else got Nikki pulled her aside. “Don’t worry if you didn’t find anything. A designer reached out to me last week and asked if they could design you and me a dress.” Y/N thanks Nikki and the two of them go to look at the dresses. It seems that everyone one else had found the perfect dress and they all look really nice. Jensine had a nice yellow dress that was made out of silk and had off the shoulder sleeves as well. The dress is a little flowy and had a slit in it that went up to her mid-thigh. Primrose looks really nice in a black silk flowy dress with tank top sleeve. The skit had colourful flowers that adorned it and it suited her. Rosetta’s wore a pastel pink dress that hugged her curves until her thighs then the skirt goes flowy it had rhinestones on the side of the waists with thin straps and a heart-shaped neckline. The final dress is Adalyn’s dress. It looks a little like Rosetta’s except for the fact that the sides of her waist were cut out and that the very thin straps cross over each other. Nikki had gone to go check something out with security, so that gave the girls a little opportunity to bond. “Dam, Jensine. You look like a snack,” Primrose comments as she starts to dance to the song. Jensine blushes a little and whispers a thank you. Lalia starts to dance and decides that she’d give her input as well, “You know, whose dress I really like. I really like Camellia’s. Girl, Tom is going to be all over you.” All the girls giggle, Adalyn and Mabel may have looked a little jealous, and when Girls Just Want To Have Fun started to blast on the speakers all the girls had started to dance to the song. They screamed the lyrics as loud as they could without any regarded for the fact that they were in a high-class store. Y/N laughs, sings, and dances with the girls and they were getting strange looks from some of the customers, but they didn’t care. They were having fun and enjoying each other’s company, that’s all that really mattered to them. Nikki had come back and all the girls had stopped thinking that Nikki would get mad at them for being disrupted, but she just started singing along with them. The girls laugh and started to sing along with her again. That’s how the girls had spent the rest of the morning sing at the top of their lungs in the changing room of a Burberry.

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Anxiously you stood in the packed dressing room in a pair of boy shorts and a comfortable sports bra helping to add to the seamless effect of your tight under layers. A sleeveless golden shirt over a silver pair of leggings layered by the tight grey leather pants with a knotted flowing golden sheer shirt reaching to your knees barely held in place by a woven set of decorative chains coated in gems to help Troy hold on easier. Snuggly your tall boots were added and you chuckled at Taika’s adding a copy of Frigga’s ring that he had the props team whip up for you to wear for a wedding band. Around you the other actors felt a sunken shift in their moods at the loss of being able to curiously eye the layer of muscles covering you that had grown more pronounced at your daily bouts of walking and dancing between your at home fitness routines you tried to keep up.

Though that mood inched back up as they spotted Theo, with his hair slicked back exiting in a guard’s uniform grinning at Taika’s comments on how much he looked like Tom, which brought up his previous double work for him widening the Director’s curious grin. Troy’s rise to his hip widened his smile at the blue layered shirt and grey pant and boot wearing boy with slicked back black curls with wide green eyes as his only differing between him and the child like version of the Asguardian Prince. Carefully after washing your hands you added the green contacts you had matching Troy’s from a prior role a year back before you leaned back in your makeup chair. Quietly allowing the pair of women to add the pale blonde wig with braids along the top half with the rest joining into a tall ponytail hoping to hold the hood in place, they stitched into the braids around your face to hold it in place in your action packed sequence.

The striking change and pale green eyes matching the childrens’. A smile grew on your face in your lean in to kiss your niece’s cheek stirring a giggle from her while Theo said in Taika’s stunned silence at the live product of his sketches in front of him. “Lovely as always Sis.”

Your eyes landed on Troy at his reach out for a hug saying, “You look incredible Mummy!” While a pair of women eased the cape hooked to the shield that would hide Troy on your back as you held the girl in your left arm under the front of the cape.

With a soft giggle you kissed his cheek then followed Taika after he chuckled saying, “Oh I am filming this.” He drew out his phone opening his camera to record your full ensemble as you giggled and turned for him then followed him to go find Tom in the waiting area along the hall feeding into the various sets. All heads turned to you as you adjusted the cape around your shoulders.

As Theo raised his daughter to his other hip you felt eyes on you from the moment you entered the hall, and they turned to follow your path as the tall director called out for the actor at the far end of the hall. His group of equally as excited actors all felt their mouths drop open, first at Theo and the children then as Taika stepped aside he caught Tom’s full frozen expression melting into an embarrassed blush at his clear pause hungrily taking in your appearance before he glanced at Taika when he said, “Nothing to say at all?”

Tom wet his lips then chuckled as you peered up at him again extending your cape at your sides in a bright golden hue, saying with an exited squeak, “We have matching capes.”

“Yes we do. You look down right stunning.”

You giggled again watching as Taika interrupted his move to claim a kiss saying, “You three to your own set, me and our Princess Sigyn here have scenes to film.” His hand folded around yours and your family followed after you as Troy waved at Tom and Chris excitedly who watched you leave while they and the other actors shared their thoughts on the full effect.

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Taika, “Al right, first we have the run through to get the basic path,” You nodded gripping the staff as Troy hid under your cape on your back just right as you tucked the girl just right in your arm with Theo’s help. You walked then as the stunt men approached you flicked back your hood marking the shift and you unhooked the cape laying it and the shield Troy was strapped against to ensure he stayed in place on it. Then you eased his sister into his arms and smiled at her then slid two across the marked path leaving them there to get back to your first mark. You would walk again to where you would slide them, crouch. Then pop up to film the fight sequence then move to the retrieval point in a steady pace easing the girl into your arm and Troy onto your back to hook the cape again one handed then flick your hood up again marking the shift back to your guard appearance with staff in hand.

After you Theo, hooded, would follow your path without the children to finish the shielded effect with staff in hand to finish the scene off. With a wave those actors answered the waves from the children peeking out from under your cape as you carried them to the second set behind Theo.

First his stroll through the crowd was filmed before you would take your place after a flick of his hood. With your hood down you unhooked your cape, again easing the smiling children through the sliding path to Thor’s feet in the frozen sea of doubles and actors at Taika’s order.

Clearly after action was called Troy cried out, “Uncle Thor!”

Curiously the blonde would peer at the children, scooping them up into his arms detaching the shield to block blows asking, “I am an Uncle?!”

His eyes narrowed on Loki only to fall silent as through the blows and planned sequence you called out, “Next time I get to destroy the kingdom, and you two get to pick up the rubble!”

After an easy chuckle in your snatching the dagger from Loki’s thigh he replied, “Hello Dearest.”

Thor’s brow raised as he stepped between you two cradling the children closer to his chest furrowing his brows at the foe Valkyrie brought down, “Sigyn?! I thought you hated one another!!”

Loki, “That is not entirely true!”

Thor, “When did this happen?!”

You handled another pair of foes roughly while answering, “I got to the throne, swore myself to my groom and his disguise slipped away in our kiss.”

Thor gasped staring at Loki, “You didn’t!” he looks to you, “How is he still breathing!”

A chuckle left you as Loki softly whispered his goodbye to the children after gentle hugs for the pair of them under Thor’s guarding him, “You’d be surprised how accommodating Loki is bent over a barrel.”

Loki answered your playful smirk with one of his own watching as Troy was eased around your back again with the shield and cape added to his back again Loki secured for you after passing you the girl.

Sentimentally his eyes trailed to yours after folding your cape around you hiding the girl from sight, “You have always deserved far greater a husband than Theoric, that meager Crimson Hawk, your father had aimed for. No less than a crown would be worthy.” You could almost feel Taika’s tearful grin behind you at Loki’s misting eyes lingering on your face, his fingertips just barely stroking along your cheeks in his move to raise your hood again before easing them out again slowly.

Cut was called and as Theo took his place Tom raised his eyes to meet his for another stolen glance before jolting around him to return to the battle as your shielded self walked away at Heimdall’s urging.

Thor between blows asked at Loki’s side, “Why Sigyn?”

Loki killed another foe quite gruesomely and paused with a pained expression flashing on his face only for a moment before it melted into his stoic expression, “She was Mother’s choice for me, since we were children.” Thor glanced at him as he charged at another nearing foe, “Always better than me, besting me in mother’s lessons,” another foe was sent ‘headlessly’ to the ground as he finished panting locking eyes with Thor, “I could never fool, or lie to her, even Father bent his ear for her plea in my favor. Several times.”

Thor smirked patting him on the back then fell silent at Hella’s appearance. As they finished the line of scenes you sat in a chair beside the monitor at Taika’s offer for the children while Theo stood behind you with a grin matching his Troy’s until the final cut was called on the early day meant mainly for your scenes and a run through for Hella’s.

Through the crowd you were pulled into countless group photos before you were freed to change again only to be tangled up in Tom’s arms while Theo headed home with the children that hugged you both back in your tight hugs.

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Once again you were wrapped in each other’s arms sharing the meal from the same place you had your first date in as it began to rain. Safely you hid inside through the rest of the day and into the next day when Tom was sent back to work, stealing another fiery lingering kiss before lowering to rub Bobby’s head to say to him, “Enjoy your walk.” Then his eyes rose to meet yours, “Try to get some rest today, please.”

Your eyes narrowed and you stole another kiss and joined him on the porch with the dogs after you to start your morning walk leading to your next hectic day of rehearsals before settling your travel plans for your trip out to the states for inspecting your venues. The day passed by quickly enough though in his attempt to shower then change to head over to surprise you for dinner at his place he had fallen asleep as he sat to add his socks and shoes. Across his bed he opened his eyes to the darkened room that had him jolting upright again. “Fuck…”

His hand reached over to grab his phone on the nightstand he switched on curiously not finding a message from you. The worst flashed through his mind as he repeated, “Fuck.”

Rapidly he sent you a message, “Still up Dearest?” noting the time as just barely past midnight.

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With eyes furrowed you stood in front of the ice cream door at the market you had walked to wondering which kind to buy as your body throbbed in your awkward fall when the bursting of a light bulb overhead alerted you all to the time at your late started rehearsal after the final game of the year had ended leaving you full reign over the gym. The dancers went to their rental home they shared seeing how their place in your home was, by their assumption, tiring you out more, brought on the pooling of funds to grant you some time to relax on your own before the hectic but short tour began.

In a glance down at the phone you drew out of your pocket you tapped his icon and raised your phone to your ear spreading a grin on Tom’s lips at your clear answer, “You’re not on your way to bed are you?”

“No.” he wet his lips, “No, I meant to come by earlier but I fell asleep. You aren’t in bed are you?”

“Nope, trying to choose an ice cream at the market. Thought of cooking something simple for supper and having some to nurse my possible bruise.”

“Bruise?”

“Got startled and fell wrong. No injury behind it, just gravity.”

He wet his lips again, “Well, My Darling, I have a bolognaise in the slow cooker if you wanted to drop by?”

“Sounds good. I’ll try not to fall asleep on you too fast.”

He chuckled, “Just pick which ice creams you want and come on over Darling.”

“There’s so many choices though…”

Tom chuckled saying, “Why not the brownie blended one and the orange sherbet vanilla mix? Your favorites.”

“Which did you want?”

He chuckled again, “I want you, I will share your choices. Come home please.”

With a grin at his continued use of ‘home’ you replied, “Fine. Be there in a little bit.”

A knock at his door widened his smile as he opened the door welcoming you in and claiming the bag from you. He set it aside on the table by the door he hastily locked then pinned you against, apologizing in his choice of an enamored fiery tangle of lips and fingers in one another’s hair and shirts.

Finally when his lips left yours he purred lowly, “I owe you a flurry of apologies for falling asleep instead of coming to see you.”

Breathlessly you chuckled then said, “You are in luck. The game ended late so we just got out of rehearsals a bit ago.”

His lips met yours again as he cupped your cheek. Shifting his other hand to your legs he held you around his middle claiming the bag again then carried you into the kitchen where he settled you into your chair at the fully set table beside his. “You, Darling, were supposed to rest.”

At your fingers resting under his chin his eyes locked with yours and you replied playfully, “You, Teddy Bear, worry too much.” He rolled his eyes only to close them when your lips met his again for a lingering kiss. When your lips left his you noticed his eyes were still closed in his loving daze as you added, “Thank you for the thought, though it isn’t the same after you got me used to sleeping in your arms.”

A grin eased onto his lips and he purred, “First dinner and ice cream then we cuddle. I am not missing a moment with you in my arms.”

You giggled again and followed his plan that led to you both along with the dogs in his bed falling asleep to an old film as the battle of stolen kisses had finally been called as a tie with his fingers on the arm under your head eased loose curls from your face. The motion stirring a sleepy smile onto your face mirroring his after your former ruffling of his curly hair that had been brushed between your foreheads by his pillow. A reach of his free arm earned a giggle from you at his stealing a picture of the moment making you shift to burrow your head under his chin across his chest drawing his body to fold around you tightly to drift off to sleep after yet another gentle peck on your forehead.

…

Between rehearsals and date nights, both alone and shared with Chris and Elsa the two weeks blew by leading to Kirby being left under Theo’s care as you packed a bag for your four day trip and lingered in Tom’s embrace for as long as you could until your driver arrived. His suitcase for his trip sat beside your small duffel in the trunk and you joined him inside reading the message that your drivers were on their way to the airport as well after turning over the keys to their rental home. Little Tom’s message that he had already settled in Georgia at your friend’s guest home inched your smile out knowing he would be taken care of across the ocean as you were being jolted from one place to another. In the ride over as Tom rambled over the phone with Luke on his set schedule you tried once again to get in touch with the Cyrus clan.

All over the news the announcement of papers being drafted in a divorce for Billy floated around as Miley was named judge for the Voice, which was to be filming soon, making you suspect the worst. That fear had you making a late night request from your agent, to ensure your audience would be properly entertained and get their moneys worth you had asked him to call Chris Young’s manager to see if he might be available to open the full eight weeks. Overnight you could barely sleep but after your few hours of sleep you had returned from the bathroom to find a text saying he’d be thrilled to join the full show times, his only hitch was a flare up of an old hand injury putting him in a brace for a week. Though with his guitarist he would be able to still put on a great show, and also gladly agreed to not sharing the news publicly just yet, to see how the Cyrus clan would handle their situation and its effect on their place as your volunteer openers.

Tom’s call finally ended and his hand folded around yours again asking, “Good news?”

You nodded, “Ya, Chris is able to cover the full eight weeks if I don’t hear from Miley and Billy.”

Leaning over he kissed you sweetly on the lips, “I hope it works out for you. It is terrible how it’s been handled, though at least the reasoning is sound. Any word on the film crew?’

You nodded, “Ya. They will be meeting us at the motel the day after we land. Giving us the first day to settle and get in touch with the first stadium and all the road crew and all that fun stuff. No doubt they will love riding along on the bus with us in the driving between the stadiums. Tons of footage of me curled up somewhere asleep between stops.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead again folding his fingers tighter between yours, “No doubt I will love to see it when it all airs.” Making you giggle and roll your eyes. “How about your travels. Luke being nice to you, letting you sleep?”

He grinned, “I will try to sleep Dearest.” He wet his lips locking his eyes with yours as your head rested against his shoulder peering up at him with a soft smile cherishing your last few minutes alone together, “Luke has been very kind. Only a few stops. The opening of that exhibit with the guys and a couple interviews before I fly back.”

You nodded easing your free hand around his bicep under his short sleeve inching his smile wider at the gentle strokes of your fingers across his skin, “Full suit for the exhibit?”

“Um, the guys are just wearing vests and ties, so I followed their lead. I packed a jacket just in case, though I doubt they would lie about it. Plus, I can stay in my boots. They’re all I packed.” He added with a chuckle you giggled to before he stated as the airport grew closer, “Hmm. At least it seems we beat the cameras.” You giggled again then joined him, once the car was parked, in exiting the car, claiming your bags for the walk into the ticket lines hand in hand with your excited dancers behind you with their bags.

A few people, both from far away and in a shift closer snapped pictures of you until you got in line for security with tickets in hand. After almost falling over adding your shoes again you giggled resting against Tom’s side when his free arm slung around your shoulders in a lean to kiss your forehead captured by a seemingly growing sea of people capturing your full path to your gate to claim your seats until the plane finally boarded with you all filling the front of the plane. One painfully long flight later you landed in New York and had to walk Tom as far as you could on the way to your gate for the flight to Texas. A final cupping of your cheek later his lips met yours and he purred lowly, “Try to sleep Dearest when you can.”

You nodded, “I will let you know when I get to the motel, enjoy your own escapades Teddy Bear.” He chuckled stealing another peck on your lips then turned as you did for Luke in the exit gate as you shifted the strap on your shoulder for the long walk to the opposite end of the airport for your next gate through the growing sea of people filming and approaching you for autographs and random questions along the way. The attention didn’t stop when you crossed your legs in your seat trying to remain calm until you were called and strapped into the next plane.

.

“Oh for the love of pete…” Fumbling in your pocket you mumbled for your wallet in the diner you had stopped in waiting for the first sighting of your band to arrive. Finally the trucks and cars arrived and you all left the bills on the table and split up to hop in the waiting vehicles for the ride to the waiting stadium. Outside however, instead of seeing the expected suvs from Billy at least you spotted the dark silver truck with a tall capped man leaning against the tailgate until you arrived prompting his straightening up.

With a weak giggle you hopped out and crossed the distance to him as he removed his cap walking towards you. His hand extended and folded around yours for a firm shake as you looked up at him with a giggle drawing his anxious chuckle out of him before he stated in his baritone drawl, “I know the dates don’t start for another week but my manager said you’d be dropping by today, hope you don’t mind my dropping in.” His hand rested back against his side as yours did.

The growth of your smile under your pitiful bun now almost completely out his grew at your relieved giggle, “I’m actually really glad you did.” He chuckled again as you added, “You have no idea how badly I wanna give you hug right now for being able to.”

The shift of his arms away from his sides drew you to crash into his chest for a tight hug mingled with an excited squeak making his arms fold around you tightly in return, “Any time, Hun.” You giggled again when you broke apart, and he asked, “I um, saw the news about Billy Ray, still no word from them?”

You shook your head then spotted the suv pulling into the lot as a set of people walked towards the glass doors to unlock it for you, “Not a word.” He nodded then you spotted Lee climb out of the suv when it stopped, “Though there’s still three days…” Lee trotted over to you and claimed a hug from you and guided you all into the stadium.

All through the tour you spoke with the road crew who had filled you into their work here and the other teams at the other two stadiums you would be bouncing between. Though as you walked across the finished stage you listened to Roddey, the head of your road teams as he said, “We’ve gotten the lights down to your wishes, though we’ve been having some trouble with the power in Louisiana.” Your eyes turned to land on him, “They’ve called in a team to look it through, the power just keeps shutting off in the rehearsals. They’re pissed about it they just bought new equipment for the first tour, cost them thousands.” You nodded, “Though, we’ve come prepped, we’ve got the back up lights and our own amps and generator for your instruments, full storm prep mode.”

You giggled up at him saying, “No problem, I’ll rehearse in the dark alone if I have to.” Making him and his guys chuckle around you while they led you into the outer stretches of the stage to show you the full screens set up as they flashed the animated frog bouncing around you usually used for screen tests on the tours they had worked with you on. “I like it.”

Roddey nodded and chuckled, “Plus we’ve been able to double check that with your height compared to Chris’ the swinging camera from up top will be lined up properly.”

The country crooner chuckled as you said, “I don’t mind if they cut off my feet. It’ll hide my stumbles.”

For the few hours you got a full look into the layout of the areas you’d be in before you were led out again. Chris, after getting your cell number and a picture with you in front of the stadium headed home as you joined your dancers and band off to the motel you’d booked the upper floor for the night before the early morning meet up for breakfast then drive over again to the stadium for your first run through. Exhausted from the long flight you laid on the bed raising your phone when it chimed making you smile as the notification from Chris’ page lit up with the picture over the caption, ‘Look who I ran into!’

Nipping at your lip you eyed the unread status on your earlier message to Tom then sighed flopping your arms over your head with a groan. Somehow the action seemed to summon a reaction and a beaming smile on your face when you spotted Tom’s call coming in.

… In NY …

Begrudgingly Tom pursed his lips at his reflection in the mirror after securing his tie just right. The seemingly useless arms he bore without you to be under them for this ridiculous trip keeping him from you. He had gotten your message earlier but after the slew of phone calls surrounding his latest audition a rare grin eased onto his lips learning he had won the part in the upcoming reboot of King Kong. A role he wouldn’t be allowed to publicly mention for a short time yet, one he was excited to win but also irritated at the knowledge it might separate you both again. Though his hope would be that as it was being filmed in Hawaii he could convince you along for the few months in paradise. A groan left him at the knock on his door tearing him from his thoughts of you the night before. Wetting his lips he stole another groaning glance at his reflection then went to grin at Luke and follow him out to the waiting car.

Down the hall he met up with Benedict, Idris and Chris, who all claimed hugs from him grinning at his purple tie resting over his silver shirt and black vest matching his pants and boots, the single tie was a nod to you when you couldn’t be with him. The entire drive to the lit up building after a sea of people and flashes Tom shared your plans and what he knew about the debacle your openers were causing in the media, a topic even Chris had to weigh in on, saying he’d tried to get in touch without any luck either. Though at least they relaxed at the news you had gotten word from Chris he could fill in on short notice.

A wall of screams broke their conversation and brought out their grins again in their climb out of the car onto the carpet. For thirty feet or so they walked until a hand reached out to land on Tom’s bicep that flexed at the sudden contact. The maroon clad man with a dark partially shaved haircut and dark eyes only reaching the brit’s shoulder even with his tall dress shoes. He grinned wider seeing he had won the mens’ attention for the camera crew and woman interviewing him, who bore a slightly frightened expression seeing the puzzled yet stern expression on Tom’s face mirrored by his friends behind him.

“I was just talking about you.”

Tom’s head tilted slightly for a moment, “I, um. Do I know you?”

Ex, “No, but I know Bunny. In fact I was just bringing up how wild we used to get. Even hooked up in a coat closet once.” He pats Tom’s shoulder, “Bet you’re having fun.”

Tom draws in a breath and forces a grin at the man’s wink, shifting his weight on his feet folding his fists in his pockets, “Ah yes. She mentioned you. Well you can certainly bet when we do reach that point in our relationship she will greatly benefit from my patience.” Ex’s smile drops, “I mean you can only imagine how uninhibited a person can truly be without a five minute time limit. But, then again, for someone who deceives and beds women in the pursuit of winning bets, I can understand your confusion on the subject.” Tom gives him a wide grin and pats him on the back and keeps moving down the press carpet as the men around them roar with laughter and ‘oohs’ while the women blushed trying to hold in their laughter..

Farther down the carpet Benedict notices Tom’s fists in his pockets while they are waiting for their interviews and asks, “You really want to hit him don’t you?!”

Tom lowly replies as steadily as he can, “Fuck yes I want to hit him! Speaking about Jaqi like that, for press, publicly as if it benefits anyone!”

Benedict rests his arm around his shoulders gently rubbing his back trying to sooth his agitated friend as the rest of their group walk up after their own bout of laughter. “If anything I think you handled it well.”

Tom let out a deep breath saying, “I owe her something with diamonds.”

Chris behind him chuckles, folding around his back in a half hug easing a great deal of his tension in the friendly embrace, Tom’s head turned with him peering up at Chris as he chuckled out, “Trust me, you don’t after the look on that guys face after your verbal sucker punch.”

Tom faces forward hearing the chuckles of his friends feeling a hint of a grin easing on his lips imagining you back in his arms again as soon as he could manage to get back to you and the blush on your cheeks at his yet to be decided gift.

Needless to say as the event had ended the clip of bugs bunny slapping someone across the face with his white glove challenging him to a duel had been played to death. And expedited by Tom’s fans into an animated version of Tom doing the same with Loki taking his place in the duel to restore the honor of his Love.

That clip plus the video of the actual interaction had made its rounds with any available celeb being asked their opinion on the matter, all praising Tom on his discretion on how far you had gone while also taking a sophisticated jab at your ex. Even Taylor had weighed in, recounting your sharing about your ex and commenting that you certainly deserve someone to treat you properly, finally showing her being the bigger person and peeking over her hurt ego to agree that you did suit each other personality wise.

The entire exhibit the guys did their best to keep his mind off the man being kept away from him by the guards present, no matter how witty he claimed his comeback to be to his well deserved put down. Alone in the elevator he finally was able to breathe freely easing his phone from his pocket after leaving the guys to the gaggle of women outside waiting for their return. A click and a few taps later your contact was brought up with his phone dialing yours when he reached his room. Behind the door he raised his phone to his ear loosening his tie and top button under his neck on his shirt before undoing his vest he shrugged out of and tossed aside, smiling as he said, “Hello Dearest. How was your day?”

“It was alright, got a tour of the cowboys stadium. Roddey had everything set up already and Chris even showed up, thankfully, even finalized his portion of the lighting already.”

“That’s good. No news on any other fronts?”

“Not yet, how was your day?”

“Um, well I have a bit of news, I’m not exactly allowed to share yet about a new role.”

“Ooh.” A grin eased onto his face at your playful tone ending with a nip at his lip, “Can’t wait to hear about it.”

He chuckled, “Well I might just lose my resolve and whisper it to you when we’re together again.” Your soft giggle came through the line and he asked, “Have you eaten yet”

“I ordered pizza, it’s on the way. You?”

“Same.” His pleased grin evident through the line, “Care to pick something to watch?”

You giggled again, “I doubt our rooms might have the same shows, but we can try.”

He chuckled tugging the bottom of his shirt free from his black jeans and set his boots at the side of the bed and reached for the remote to switch on the tv in his lavish hotel room as you turned on the thicker tv in your more affordable motel. Wetting your lips you eyed the buttons on the remote for the arrow keys until a familiar voice drew your eye to the screen. In shock your lips parted as you read the banner on the news program, “Bunny’s wild past?”

Instantly Tom’s stomach dropped as he switched the channel finding the same program, “Um, I ran into your ex earlier at the event.”

Again the female anchor stated, “Earlier at the opening of a new exhibit downtown a man from Bunny Pear’s past came into the limelight to share a bit about her past, even going as far as to touch on their short intimate affair including a sexual rendezvous in a coat closet. A great deal of people have already weighed in on this, though as his interview neared its end he actually flagged down actor Tom Hiddleston, Bunny’s current beau, himself. Though his response shed a great deal more light on the occasion in question.” Again Tom’s response played making his stomach clench again at the encounter replaying in his mind while he worried about your reaction to it.

Your soft giggle eased his worries, “So hearing that bit of information it sheds some light on the event, as does a message from a co star from the film and series Bunny had the main female lead in lest year, Ice T had this to say.”

The show flashed to the on the street interview of the actor out to eat with a few of his friends, “That little.. Bunny doesn’t deserve this. These little boys pretending to be men, treating women like trash for their own benefit. I’ve known her for years now, since her first shoot working with Coco. Now I know the full story behind this, and that little piss ant needs to be driven into the ground for his bringing this up. Like so many other entitled assholes, this guy was in rush week for a frat and they sent out this bimbo bingo game, all the guys were told to pick a girl for each square and hook up with them in the place written in the square.

Few shady drinks later and that guy had his square and just left her to wander home alone, thankfully she found a cab and got home safe, but for him to go around bragging about how he treated her like a game piece made me wish Tom would have just hauled off and hit him. Hopefully this guy gets treated just as fairly as he treated her, and I myself hope I get to meet this new guy of hers, nice to see she’s found someone so protective of her. Someone who knows the caliber of woman he’s been blessed to know and is treating her accordingly.”

A smile eased onto your lips and you switched the channel, “Thank you, for what you said, and not hitting him.”

Tom felt a weak chuckle leave him, “Trust me, I wanted to.”

You giggled again, “Oh yes, I could clearly tell with that scowl and glare of yours.” He chuckled again, “If looks could kill.”

A few clicks later he let out a soft, “Ooh, um, that travel flick we missed the other day is on,” a few clicks later you were both watching Last Holiday on your screens, a knock on your door had you set the phone down on the bed to fetch your pizza. Through the door you grinned at the delivery guy that accepted your bills grinning at your large tip while your eyes shifted to the boy behind him.

“My brother had to tag along for a bit, sorry.”

You shook your head and agreed to the picture they asked for and signed the notebook the boy had offered you he giddily hugged for his walk out to the car again as you went back into your room. The pizza was set on the bed and you raised your phone to hear him accepting his own pizza widening your grin. Dinner and a movie over the phone would have to do for now until you both had to go to bed, promising to text one another in the morning.

Pt 11

[reylohno]

A reluctant compromise

Pairing: Rey/Kylo Ren : Ben Solo  Rating: E  Summary: His thumb stroked the sensitive skin under her jaw, tracing her racing pulse. She forced herself to hold still, to repress the emotions his touch ignited. She liked to pretend that this was just another type of battle between them, as impersonal as a lightsaber duel or a shouting contest, because the truth was considerably harder to deal with. Force bond smut. Read on Ao3

Rey hurled herself into the Falcon right before the door closed. She lay panting on the floor for a moment before forcing herself back up on her feet. Her limbs were heavy, and her entire body ached. None of her injuries were of the life-threatening kind, but she could already tell she was going to have the body language of a frail old lady for a couple weeks.

Chewie made a concerned noise from the cockpit.

“I’m okay,” she shouted. “Let’s get out of here before the First Order figures out what happened.”

When the engines started humming, she was already staggering toward her cabin. Her blood still boiled with fury. If it hadn’t been for her, thousands of civilians would have died today. Because of a rumor of a rebel base, the First Order had blown up an entire underground city, trapping its citizens hundreds of feet below the planet’s uninhabitable surface. The Resistance hadn’t been able to stop the attack, but by placing herself in the city’s center and pushing upwards with all her might, Rey had been able to postpone the collapse long enough to finish the evacuation. She was the last one to leave—and the only one who hadn’t already fled the area when the city imploded.

After entering her cabin, she rummaged through her drawers, fishing out bandages, pain killers, and a set of clothes that weren’t covered in ash and blood. She was just about to head into the ‘fresher when an all-too familiar presence took shape in the corner of her eye. With his broad shoulders and unreasonable height, the dark figure immediately made the room feel cramped.

“What were you thinking?” he asked quietly, his voice vibrating with rage. His fists were clenched, and the intensity in his eyes would have made a wiser woman run for the hills.

“What were you thinking?” she countered, her rage sharpening every word. “Hundreds of thousands of civilians would have been dead right now if your plans hadn’t been stopped. They would have been dead because of you, you murderous swine!”

“General Hux has been given the order to find the Resistance. He’s allowed to execute it the way he sees fit—with one exception.” He took a step closer. “You.”

“Oh, no, you don’t get to do that,” she said, raising her voice. “Don’t make this about me. This is about you and—”

“If I hadn’t called off the third wave of TIE bombers, you would have been dead right now,” he interrupted. “I saw it. Your body, buried under tons of dirt on an abandoned planet, leaving the last remnants of the Jedi legacy to rot. A useless sacrifice for a useless cause.”

She raised her chin and forced herself not to take a step back as he closed in on her. “It was worth the risk.”

“You don’t get to make that decision.” His fists trembled. His body was like a rubber band stretched to its limits, tensed up and ready to snap. “You don’t get to throw your life away as if it means nothing.”

“Is that an order?” She snorted. “You have no power here, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren.”

Her back slammed into the wall—her wall, his wall, she had no idea—so hard it nearly knocked the air out of her lungs. Gloved fingers encircled her neck, tilting her head back. The pressure against her throat was light, barely even noticeable, but his grip was as unyielding as a collar of steel. The gesture wasn’t meant to injure—it was meant to control.

A wiser woman would have feared this man. Rey didn’t. She stood tall, meeting his furious gaze without blinking. She wasn’t like his subjects in the First Order. He couldn’t frighten her into submission, no matter how much he tried.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t affect her in different ways.

His thumb stroked the sensitive skin under her jaw, tracing her racing pulse. She forced herself to hold still, to repress the emotions his touch ignited. She liked to pretend that this was just another type of battle between them, as impersonal as a lightsaber duel or a shouting contest, because the truth was considerably harder to deal with.

“You don’t get to disappear on me.” His voice was soft, but every word was tainted with red-hot anger. “I won’t let you.”

A quick glance at her lips was all the warning she got. His lips crashed into hers. It was a kiss born out of fear and rage, as smothering as it was passionate—not a gesture of affection, but a demonstration of power and control.

When she kissed him back, she gave as good as she got. She ran her hands over his broad chest before grabbing his shirt, pulling him closer. He groaned softly, and she hungrily swallowed the sound. The pressure against her throat increased slightly, forcing her up on her tiptoes. She answered by biting down hard on his lip. He hissed in pain and released her neck, burying his hand in her hair instead. His free arm circled her waist and held her tightly, eliminating the distance between them completely. Her anger transformed into scorching heat. Her body pulsated with need—and so did his, judging by the hardness pressed against her stomach. The mere thought of it made her tremble.

He noticed, of course. He always did. His lips formed a smug little grin. She swiftly wiped the expression off his face by shifting her hips ever so slightly, causing him to hiss sharply and dig his fingers deep into her hip. She smirked. He wasn’t the only one who knew how to play this game.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. She knew that. Supreme Leader Kylo Ren was a power-hungry, unredeemable monster, despised by the entire galaxy—including a major part of the First Order, if rumors were true. Unstable. Impulsive. Broken. A man beyond saving. Yet she still kept ending up like this, trapped in his arms, needing him more than she’d ever needed another person.

Just like he needed her.

He tugged at her hair and forced her chin up, baring her throat. His lips traced her pulse just like his thumb did earlier, trailing harsh kisses down her neck. Her knees threatened to buckle when his teeth grazed her skin. The bastard knew exactly how to make her bones melt. She buried her fingers in his shirt, focusing on remembering how to breathe.

The fog in her mind cleared up a little when she felt a familiar sting where his lips met her skin.

“Watch it,” she hissed. “People will notice.”

“Let them,” he murmured before latching on to her skin again right above her collarbone. She didn’t need a mirror to tell that the mark would still be visible in the morning.

“You…” She groaned in frustration. “You’re horrible.”

“I am.”

There was no shame in his voice. No regret. Just calm, casual, infuriating acceptance. And even though he made her blood boil with anger, she still didn’t stop him when he pushed her sleeveless jacket down her shoulders. If he stopped now, she wasn’t sure what she’d do. The fire within her had to be dealt with, or she was going to explode.

He’d won that round, but the game was far from over.

Moving him with physical strength was like moving a mountain, so she placed her hands on his chest and summoned the Force to push him a step back. She ripped his ridiculous cape off his back and proceeded to peel his clothes off, layer by layer. It was fascinating, really, how even his sense of fashion managed to tick her off. Just freeing his upper body took way more time and effort than she’d ever spent on an outfit of her own. In the end, he tore off the last layer himself. He never seemed to turn down an opportunity to lose his shirt, and she could understand why. His torso was a work of art.

The width of his shoulders had to be twice the size of hers, and his upper arms were bigger than her thighs. He was so damn huge, and hell, she loved it. In his eyes burned the untamable, uncontrollable flame that had brought an entire galaxy to its knees—still restrained, but on the verge of breaking free. His self-control was wavering. He was an explosion waiting to happen.  

She ran her hands down his chest, tracing his scars. No matter how many times she touched him like this, she always found a new one. He had countless of them. Burn marks, blaster wounds, badly healed scrapes—and a deep cut from a lightsaber. Her fingers followed the path her weapon once drew on him.

He trembled.  

Heat pooled in the pit of her stomach. She made him like this. He was probably the most powerful being in the galaxy, and there he was, falling apart beneath her fingertips.

Her hands slid lower down his abdomen.

“Rey…”  

She palmed him through his pants and ignited the explosion.

The scene shifted. She was suddenly no longer in her cabin but in a room with a glass floor and dark steel furniture with smooth black surfaces. His living quarters on his ship. Before she could even blink, he’d picked her up and placed her on the tall conference table in the middle of the room. With a quick wave, files and piles of paper flew across the room, clearing the surface. He kissed her hard before ripping her tunic apart.

“Hey—”

“If you just had some self-perseverance, this wouldn’t be a problem.” He tore her boots off her feet and threw them away. In the distance, she heard one of them knock something to the floor back in her own cabin. “You’re off limits. The First Order knows it. The entire galaxy knows it. There’s not a single soldier or bounty hunter out there who doesn’t know what would happen if they hurt you. And yet you still manage to nearly kill yourself.”

His eyes fell on a large bruise that was forming on her sternum. His face hardened. “The entire galaxy knows you’re mine. No one’s allowed to do you harm.” He pressed his lips against her chest, his hot breath dancing against the bruise. “No one. And that includes you.”

She wanted to argue, to crush his delusions about his claim on her, but her brain refused to form intelligible sentences. In mere seconds, he managed to rid her of all her dusty, blood-stained clothes—the wraps on her arms being the only exception. For some reason he always left them on.

She shivered. The table’s surface was cold against her bare skin. Her blood rushed to her cheeks as she realized that she was already wet enough to leave stains.

“Rey.” He exhaled her name like prayer as he his eyes roamed over her naked body. Her nipples pebbled under his gaze. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again with the desperation of a starving man.  

“You don’t get to disappear on me,” he whispered. “You don’t get to leave me here all alone.”

She swallowed hard and forced herself to remember how to speak. “Then stop slaughtering civilians.”

A pained expression briefly swept over his face. “You naïve little fool.”

He grabbed her thighs and pulled her hips toward him. Her elbows slammed into the table. Without breaking eye contact, he slowly went down on his knees. He spread her legs and hooked them over his shoulders, exposing her completely. She closed her eyes, her cheeks burning. She never got used to him looking at her like this.

“Come to me,” he murmured. “I’ll be good to you. You know I will.”

“It’s not enough. Being good to just me is not enough.”

His lips twitched. “We’ll see.”

His fingers dug into her hips, and then his mouth was on her. Her back arched, and a loud gasp escaped her lips. In the beginning, he’d been nervous and fumbling when he went down on her, but that insecurity was long gone now. He played her body like an instrument, and he knew exactly how to make her sing.

She’d never been with anyone else, but she suspected that if she ever were, she’d be gravely disappointed.

His tongue circled her, over and over, always with the perfect pressure and pace. Her gasps turned into desperate moans.

Almost there.

She lay back on the table and buried her hands in his soft hair. Her thighs clenched around his head.

Almost.

He stopped. The bastard just stopped. He released her legs stood up. The pressure from her thighs had caused his ears to turn red. If he turned around, she knew there would be two heel-shaped bruises on his shoulder blades. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Am I being good to you, Rey?” he said softly.

She clenched her jaw, her body trembling as it yearned for release. Damn him for doing this. Damn him.

He slid a hand under her back and pulled her up until she was once again sitting upright. Limp as a ragdoll, she let him maneuver her as he pleased. He pressed her against him and rolled his hips.

“Well? Am I?”

The pulsating need within her was growing intense enough to hurt. She swallowed her pride and nodded.

“Say it.”

Damn him. Damn him to hell.

“Yes,” she breathed. “So good.”

A shudder ran through him, and his hips jerked against hers. His restraint was clearly wearing thin, too.

“Tell me you won’t do that again.” He brushed a strand of hair from her face and cradled her cheek in his hand. “Tell me you won’t put yourself in danger for them.”

“Do you want me to lie?”

He pressed his forehead against hers. “No. I don’t want that.” He paused for a moment. “Then tell me you’ll try. At least give me that. Tell me you’ll try to stay safe.”

She considered it. All things considered, it wasn’t an unreasonable request.

“Fine. I’ll try. Now would you please just do something?”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. Moments later, his pants were gone, and he finally, finally, entered her. They groaned in tandem. The euphoria of becoming one spread through their bond. It was a rush she’d never experienced anywhere but in this strange in-between place she shared with him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung to him as he began to move. He grabbed her hips and held her still as he pounded into her, harder and harder until she couldn’t really do anything but hang on and enjoy the ride. And enjoy it she did.

The veil between their minds grew thinner. Images from his mind crashed into hers. For a moment, she could see herself through his eyes—her head thrown back in pleasure, her back arched, her breasts pressing against his chest—and she could feel his burning need to claim her, just to make sure no one else got to see her like this. He wanted this side of her to be his, and his alone.

She couldn’t exactly judge him. She didn’t want anyone else to see him like this either. This Ben belonged to her.

The heat grew even faster within her this time, picking up where it left off minutes earlier. She dug her heels into his back, probably leaving even more bruises, but she didn’t care. She just wanted more. More, more, more.

“Ben,” she moaned. “Be—”

One of his hand found its way to where their bodies met, and with a precise flick of his thumb, he pushed her over the edge. The heat was suddenly everywhere all at once. She cried out as the waves of pleasure spread through her body, pulsating through her veins like liquid wildfire. The high was incomparable to anything she’d ever experienced before she met him. They were two parts of a whole, becoming one in the most primal way possible. The satisfaction the union caused was out of this world.

Seconds later, her euphoria was joined by his. With a groan, he spilled himself inside her. Her head lulled against his shoulder. She was out of breath and out of stamina, and she had a hard time holding on to the anger that started all this. She hated him, probably, but she couldn’t quite remember why.

He pulled out of her and gently ran his fingers through her messy hair. He looked as disheveled as she felt. After quickly pulling up his pants, he scooped her up with ease. The scene changed, and they were suddenly back in her cabin. He put her down on her small, uncomfortable bed and then proceeded to lie down next to her. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, tucking her head in beneath his chin. She hesitantly adjusted herself until she’d found a comfortable position. Cuddling wasn’t generally a part of their routine, but his need for intimacy was so severe she couldn’t bring herself to throw him out.

She’d scared him today. Genuinely scared him. He’d lost his father, his uncle, his master—and now, he was facing the fact that he might one day lose her too.

He was way too large for her bed—for her entire cabin, really—but it didn’t seem to bother him. He absently combed her hair with his fingers and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. His thumb drew circles on her hip. The contrast between this man and the one ruling the First Order was jarring. She had a hard time understanding how a violent warlord, infamous for having the most explosive temperament in the galaxy, could be so unbelievably gentle.

She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent. Her tense muscles relaxed. No one infuriated her like he did, but nothing calmed her down like being near him either. He made her feel safe. She blamed the bond. It had to be the bond.

There and then, it was hard to pretend that what had transpired between them was just an ordinary, impersonal battle, but she’d probably come up with some unconvincing excuse later. Fooling herself was, after all, way easier than facing the truth.

“I…” He cleared his throat. “I’ll try too.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Try what?”

“I’ll try to make the First Order stop slaughtering civilians.”

She let out a short laugh. “That’s a start.”

[the-beautiful-1]

3 Chains O’ Gold

Released August 16, 1994

If you haven’t seen 3 Chains O Gold, I’m going to need you to seek it out immediately because it is one of Prince’s most glorious accomplishments. Released in 1994, it expands on the Love Symbol album and attempts to give us Mayte’s back story, I guess? Either way it’s a real treat, so lets get right to my attempt to break down what’s going in this beautiful mess.

Opening Credits First of all, I wanted to make this not too terribly long and include only events relevant to the plot, but it’s worth noting that the “Warner Reprise Video” is arguably the MOST DATED LOGO IN HISTORY. If this doesn’t scream 1994 at you, I guess you weren’t alive then. If anyone from the future is like “what were the 90s like?” just show them this 10 second clip.

We open with the credits over several clips of what I’m confident is a show on the Paisley Park soundstage, with Prince in a glorious halter top backless jumpsuit, but that’s not important right now - we cut to Princess Mayte in Egypt doing her thing, which I guess is skinny dipping with four nameless women who call her Mai Tai? Either way, full nudity right out of the gate, interspersed with clips of who we find out is her father being stabbed. She holds him as he dies of one stab wound, which I guess you would if no doctor was called. Oh well, dead forever, so she grabs her title 3 Chains O Gold from a vault and we go from Cairo, Egypt, to Minneapolis, Minnesota! Unclear where Mayte is now staying, but it appears to be a small barren room with only candles and a small tv, which is playing Kirstie Alley reporting on a riot in the same alley where conveniently half of Graffiti Bridge takes place.

My Name is Prince The chain hat is here! As is an extended rap from Tony M, while Prince dances atop several cars in an inexplicably damp alley. He’s so stompy! Mayte has apparently seen this on the news and made her way through the crowd to hand him a bedazzled VHS case containing what is revealed to be the actual tape of her performance on That’s Incredible AS AN 8 YEAR OLD. This is problematic at best, but he’s interrupted by Tony M’s insistence that they have a car party to attend to.

Sexy MF The car party turns out to be the members of the NPG playing cards in the smoke filled garage of Paisley Park, and their involvement is that Prince shows up, demands 3 women leave with himself, Tony M and Kirky J, and then ridicules the rest of his band for a little bit. Kind of an asshole, but also… have you seen him in this?? Looking like a real snack. Forgiven. Moving on. My favorite thing about all Prince stories is that it’s like, Prince wants the girl, Prince gets the girl, and this is no different. Prince and his gold gun microphone want Troy Beyer in her pearl cage dress (can you call that a dress?) as they make out in various hotel hallways.  They go to the movies and make out for a bit and engage in some heavy petting, but Troy knows something is up and that there’s someone else (spoiler alert, it’s Mayte), and he responds with a very intent Purple Rain-esque moody stare.

Love 2 the 9s Mayte gets a card slipped under her hotel room door with audition times for the NPG, so I guess Love 2 the 9s is her audition?? But wait, some of the NPG guys are in jail slash Prince’s office at Paisley. This is like… the Hard Times, if the Hard Times had a budget? Anyway it would appear that the audition is a photoshoot, with Prince in the highest of high waisted red pants and an open lace bolero top. Again, he looks DECADENT. I digress. Tony M proceeds to interview Mayte with some inane questions, until she is is finally permitted to make the booty boom. Thank god. Sidebar: her makeup!!!!! So perfectly 90s, complete with a brown lip and thin eyebrows. Perfection.

Morning Papers Cut to the zoo! Why?? I DON’T KNOW. Here’s P and Mayte walking through the zoo hand in hand, being real sweet paired with a song that makes the whole thing problematic, but again, choosing to overlook the whole “why is age more than a number” with a shot of Mayte riding on a carousel. YIKES. Cut to Paisley Park where P is dressed in white pants, white heels, a floor length white trench coat, and a SLEEVELESS PLAID FLANNEL SHIRT unbuttoned all the way down to his waist. This is a GOOD. LOOK. Someone has been working out, and he is eager to show it off. Ugh back to the carousel for some kind of trippy sequence involving Mayte whispering into a mirror in a Blossom hat.

The Max Dramatic cut to footage of what I’m pretty sure is one of the 1993 Radio City Music Hall shows from the Love Symbol tour mixed with some backstage footage and whatever was shot at Paisley. Prince’s ability to create euphamisms and use them like literally anyone else in the world would ever even bother never fails to amuse me. He’d like to “shuffle the cards in that stack!” …. okay. Before or after you drive me/us/Mayte to Tennessee? Anyway I guess this is to show she did indeed get the job? Here’s a picture from one of the Radio City shows because one I can’t get a good screen cap, and two it’s important for.... reasons.

Blue Light I’m not sure whose bedroom we are in, but Prince is sitting there I guess waiting for Kirstie Alley to call so he can hang up on her. You can tell this video was shot later than most of the other footage as his typhoon is really out of control here and reached peak mushroom, but it’s fine since it’s mostly face close ups of him and Mayte as they roll around on a bed while she rejects his advances. Girl. Get your shit together. Also he’s wearing light pink silk pajamas. Or it could just be a regular suit he wears on stage, jury still out, either way it looks comfy af and I’d like one.

I Wanna Melt With U Aw man. Mayte falls asleep, while Prince packs a suitcase with all his essentials for a tour (chains, a chain hat, and one shirt) and sneaks out. This is my favorite thing, omg. So Mayte has fallen into a fitful sleep and is currently having a sexual nightmare about her flirtatious encounter with P that involves a lot of naked ladies distorted in funhouse mirrors and Prince wearing maybe boxer shorts?? Umbros??, a black and white vertical striped robe, and ROLLER SKATES. Not only roller skates, but knee pads as well because even when you are haunting someones dreams in a sexual way, safety first. Oh also flashbacks to dad. There is SO MUCH GOING ON HERE, my god. I would pay good money to be haunted by Prince on roller skates and safety pads in my dreams, I tell you what.

Sweet Baby Mayte wakes up from her nightmare to realize P has left her with a note that says only “Sweet baby don’t cry.” Wait I thought she was in the band, but he went on tour without her? From Minneapolis, to Japan, by train? Unclear. Anyway she packs her bags and stands despondent, weeping on some train tracks for the duration of the song until she hops on a plane back to Egypt to be a princess again.

The Continental Prince arrives by train in Tokyo, where he is visibly distraught and his band starts talking shit about him as they have a pre-show gambling sesh? The Ghost of Mayte shows up to haunt him during soundcheck where he is again very Purple Rain levels of pensive and moody, but NOT IN THE SHOW! The Continental is 3 Chain’s O Gold’s Darling Nikki - overtly sexual, many thrusts incorporated into the dancing, lots of face touching with finger flutters, proving he doesn’t require his main love interests attention, he can get it from anyone anywhere, and they’ll thank him for it. Ok so here we have two seemingly concurrent events happening I think? One is Mayte dancing in Egypt, while Prince gets some in his chain hat. This is legit a porn at this point, wait why does he have a sword??? Anyway so again with the making out and the heavy petting, but right as it gets started, Mayte has been overcome with… I don’t know, but she collapses, and Prince is simultaneously unable to perform sexually. I think to show they are spiritually connected??? Do I GET Prince’s visions now?????? I am so proud.

Damn U Back in Egypt, an old man tells Mayte she looks like a girl he used to bang. Okay. Prince has returned to Paisley Park where he is performing a one man show for a dinner party in the sound stage, I think. Again, a real treat. Black jumpsuit with a white collared shirt & white tie, yes this is a good look. Oh Tommy Barbarella must have gone on a cruise to the Bahamas on the way back, he has some hair wraps and braids now. Ugh that baritone. Damn U, damn me, this song is so good. Here’s a screen shot that could double as his Bar Mitvah photo.

Mayte has received a letter!! It’s the lyrics to Damn U. Her reaction is to go to her dress maker to get a fancy coin dress, and then hop on the next flight to LA, where they will be shooting the 7 music video, but not before there is a 5 minute segment with members of the NPG talking shit about Mayte. No, really. First up is Tony M and his date, who is Mayte? Where did she come from, what did she do? The rest of the NPG is in the gym, also talking shit about her??!! WHY IS THIS INCLUDED. I guess to show he loves her in spite of his entire band hating her? Michael Bland wants to know “What is her purpose, what does she do?” Honestly. What is this doing here. And it goes on for SO LONG!!!

7 Maybe my favorite Prince music video??? So we see past versions of Prince trapped in a time traveling cryogenic tube… The Continental yellow suit is here, the chain hat, the Morning Papers Sleeveless Grunge Shirt, some insane bolero top with a cowboy hat that unfortunately is not seen in its full glory.. each of them is electrocuted to show that he has no past, he has sown all his oats and he is ready to be faithful to Mayte and maybe now she will reciprocate his sexual advances. Also there are seven pairs of TINY CHILDREN PRINCE AND MAYTES WIELDING SWORDS AND COIN DRESSES IT IS VERY ADORABLE!!!! God he’s so intense. Oh and the “one day all 7 will die” is in reference to the 7 men that killed her father, whom he has casually assassinated by his bodyguards as he and Mayte waltz off into the sunset/another smoke filled room at Paisley Park.

End Credits Mayte calls Kirstie Alley to finally grant her long sought after interview with him, which was clearly written by him. Most of her responses are “oh.” I think this is the letter he wrote as her as his press release for why he changed his name? Again, UNCLEAR. Anyway, we’re left with shots of Prince making some kind of business deal in a smoky conference room, and then he ends up signing a contract written in Japanese with the Love Symbol. Dramatic cut to a cemetery, where we see a shallow grave containing the chain hat and the 3 chains o gold.

THAT’S IT! That’s all! Really! Any questions? I HAVE SEVERAL.

[my-insanity-is-an-artform]

#BonAnniversairePrincess Pt. 4

Insanity Rambles: I’m really sorry this is totally late. But I plan to have Chap. 5 out by mid-jan and depending on how that goes, it’s either another chapter or the epilogue! 

Shout out to whoever find my all-time favourite John Malaney reference!

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Synopsis: In which Spontaneous Adoption is a valid way to make friends, Selfies are a way of life and who knew Chat Noir made such a good Thomas O’Malley?

Chapter Four: I Wanna Scream and Shout

Marinette cocked an eyebrow curiously at the old building in front of her. Muse de Chanson Karaoke Bar was one of Paris' best kept open secrets. While the outside looked like any other typical Haussmannian building of Paris, the inside apparently boasted of a much more modernistic look and an upbeat, friendly atmosphere. People of all races, gender and style would pull together to watch each other make fools of themselves in good cheer in a variety of different languages. Locals often ducked in. Regulars were common. Tourists usually only found the place if they were lost or had been specifically directed to the place. Marinette had never been but she heard many positive things about the club. "Chat?" She turned to her companion. Chat Noir grinned at her. "I figured after having dinner at such a posh place, you seemed more the type to relax and have a bit of fun. And maybe do something a bit crazy. I can only think of a few things crazier than karaoke. And!" Chat threw a hand in a grand gesture towards the blue door that had a wonky green outline of a microphone on it. "The back entrance also leads to the Marchés de Lumière Des Ètoiles." Marinette's mouth dropped open in excitement. Marchés de Lumière Des Ètoiles, also known as the Starlight Markets, was another of Paris' open secrets. The markets were held in the open air but only from sunset until Midnight during the summer months. Again, Marinette had never managed to go but she had heard wonderful things about the stalls and arcade games they held. Marinette bounced lightly on her toes, grasped a cockily grinning Chat's arm and pulled him through the door. Inside, the long corridor was well-lit with deep red walls and soft carpet. The corridor led down a small set of stairs before opening up into a dim room with a huge stage immediately to the right. All over the room were small round tables, easily fitting four seats around them. A bar was set into the wall on the far-right side of the room with two bartenders easily mixing drinks between them. The front of the room was modestly filled with most of the occupants seeming to be a part of an Enterrement de Vie de Jeune Fille or a Hen's Night as many middle-aged women were wearing sashes and party hats. A few other tables were filled with various people, all watching as a young white woman bounced across the stage as she sung slightly off-key to A Little Party Never Killed Nobody in English. What she lacked in musical ability, she more than made up for in enthusiasm as a laughing young black woman, obviously a close friend or girlfriend, filmed her. The singer finished her song with a dramatic bow, voice cracking a little on the last note, and leapt off the stage with a laugh. She landed in front of the two. Catching sight of the duo from the corner of her eye, she turned to apologise before her jaw dropped. "Bloody... You are Chat Noir, aren't you?" The woman was not much shorter than Chat with long dark brown pulled into a ponytail and bright blue eyes that were wide with shock. She had a thick accent that Marinette couldn't place. It wasn't English though it was clearly her first language. While dressed in dark bootleg jeans and a deep blue sleeveless shirt, Marinette could help but admire her tattoo of a moon on her right bicep with a wave-like design going around the arm like a band. Chat cleared his throat slightly and held out a hand with a grin. "Hello. Yes, I'm Chat Noir and the lovely lady here is Princess." Marinette smiled and nodded. The woman blinked once then broke out into a large grin. "G'day! My name is Evie. It's a pleasure to meet you. " She shook Chat's hand then held it out to Marinette who took it. "So you are the one causing all of the fuss on Instagram. Bon Anniversaire! Are you having a good night?" Evie's French was a little stilted and unsure but she gained more surety as she finished speaking. Marinette grinned wider, "Likewise and yes, I am. Thank you." "Evie? Who are you talking to... Mon Dieu! Is that...?" The woman who had been filming Evie came around the stage and stopped dead at the sight of Marinette and Chat Noir. She was taller than Evie by a full head. She had short curly black hair pushed back by a purple bandanna and gorgeous dark brown eyes that were wide like Evie's had been while her accent was definitely local Parisian. She was wearing a tight lilac square neck shirt and dark skinny jeans. Both teens looked a little awkward at the newest addition and Chat murmured to Marinette, "I didn't take this into account when I decided on this. Sorry. " She was about to respond when Evie suddenly gave a large grin, moved behind them and placed an easy hand on each of their shoulders. "Sophia! Light of my Life! I made new friends! This is Chat and this is Princess! We have room at our table, no?" Sophia's surprise melted into bemusement at the endearment and she shook off the last of the shock as Evie finished. "Sure, we do. I'm Sophia. Enchanté de faire votre connaissance." She shook both of their hands as they relaxed under the easy countenance of both women. "And Evie?" Evie hummed in acknowledgement as they led the two back to a table close to the stage near the party of women. "Stop trying to adopt the locals."

Evie pouted dramatically as Sophia laughed and introduced the two teenagers to the curious party, shamelessly staring and eavesdropping on the newcomers. Ten minutes later, the Bride-To-Be, a plump white woman with dark blonde hair and a cheeky grin named Camille, and the Mother-Of-The-Groom, a woman in her mid-seventies with shock white hair and wicked sense of humour named Renee, got on to the stage and started singing one of Jagged Stone's latest hit singles. For such an older woman who had tried to get out of singing, claiming she had a bad back, Renee was dancing along like a professional. The rest of their party sat and laughed, nudging each other and taking photos of the duet on stage.

Nearby, Marinette giggled as she sipped her drink with her things on the table next to a large jug of water and listened to Sophia try to convince Evie she couldn't adopt the locals. Next to her, Chat Noir, who had shucked off his jacket and draped it over the back of his chair, was being completely shameless and egged Evie on.

"But, My Moon and Stars, ..."

"Don't you Game of Thrones me. No. You cannot adopt Chat Noir." Sophia raised a delicate eyebrow and stared down in amusement at Evie's cheeky grin.

"Aw. Please! I have already adopted half of the ...er... Hen's Party!"

Chat frowned in confusion at the words.

"What do you mean by that?"

Sophia turned to Chat and Marinette with a dry look.

"How long do you think we have known Camille?"

Judging from the reactions Evie had gotten from the group, Marinette would have pegged them as long-term friends. Evie had immediately kept pouting and asked for back-up from amongst the group who had only giggled at her and one of them had told Evie that pouncing on people as they entered the door and spontaneously adopting them wasn't how you made friends. So, Chat and Marinette both shrugged.

"I'm not sure. A while?" Marinette suggested.

Sophia nodded at a snickering Evie and said in a dry voice, "Go on. Tell them exactly how long we have known that lot."

Through her giggles, Evie glanced at her phone on the table and managed to speak.

"About two hours. " At the stunned look on Marinette and Chat, Evie collapsed into a fit of more giggles as Camille and Renee neared the end of their song.

Sophia gave Evie a bemused but loving look. "Only you could spend not even an hour in presence of a bunch of people and managed to make friends with all of them while tipsy."

Evie cleared up her giggles and looked at Sophia besottedly. "Oh, I do not know. I spent three hours completely no speech when I first meet you."

Sophia took Evie's hand and gave it a squeeze. "You mean speechless, Cherie? I know. It was cute."

Marinette internally sighed happily at the interaction. 'I want that. They are so sweet together!'

Evie nodded. "Yes, that word." Evie spent a few moments pronouncing speechless as Sophia corrected her. After a few gos and Evie was mostly pronouncing it right, Sophia turned back to Chat and Marinette who both had soft looks.

"So since Evie has already decided to adopt you, how about some selfies?"

Marinette and Chat nodded eagerly and the four moved themselves into a comfortable position while Camille and Renee finished the song to an applause and the next couple took their place.

Chat and Sophia took several from the baton and her phone. As they checked out the pictures, Chat piped up.

"Would either of you mind if I put this up? I want to get lots of pictures tonight and I haven't taken as many as I want too yet."

Evie grinned widely and Sophia nodded, "Sure."

A minute later, two selfies went live on The Official Chat Noir Instagram.

One had Marinette and Chat framed by Evie and Sophia. All four had wide grins. Evie and Chat had given each other 'bunny ears'. 'Finally at #MuseDeChanson and made some new friends! Meet the wonderful Evie (left) who has adopted us for the night and the incredible Sophia (right) who doesn't believe spontaneously adopting strangers is how you make friends. #lol #BonAnniversairePrincess #AdoptingStrangersAtKaraokeIsAnEvieApprovedWayToMakeFriends #NewFriends'

The second one had all four making funny faces at the camera. 'A true friend is always willing to make silly faces in selfies with you and let the whole world see them. #lol #BonAnniversairePrincess #SillyFaces #NewFriends'

Evie giggled over the first just as a hand patted Chat's shoulder.

Camille beamed at them from in front of the table. "We've all had our goes now. The rest of us were wondering if you wanted to slip in now as the next song is open?" Chat gave a sly grin and turned to Marinette. "Well, how about it Princess?"

Marinette blinked at him then the stage, suddenly nervous. She had never sung in front of strangers before. Her parent and schoolmates, yes, but never in a situation like this.

Sophia, thankfully for Marinette, picked up on her sudden nerves. "Oh no, you don't, little cat. First rule of Karaoke; Solos! Then you can duet. Come on! You got a song in mind? 'Cause Evie looks like she might break something if she doesn't say what she wants to say."

Evie did, in fact, look like she was desperate to speak, tiny noises coming from her mouth that might have sounded like laughter. She grabbed Chat and pulled him halfway to the booth before stopping and facing Chat with a wide grin. She spoke a few words to Chat who suddenly grinned as wide as she was and handed over his baton, pointing to some things on the screen. He almost bounced over to the booth while Evie set herself in front of the stage. She turned briefly to Marinette and Sophia and winked as Camille sat herself back with her group.

Thirty seconds later, Chat opened his mouth and starting singing moderately better than Evie had. However, the song in question had Chat grinning madly, Evie and the rest of room laughing, Marinette burying her smile in her hands and Sophia looking slightly murderous.

The full vocals of Tom Jones' What's New Pussycat? was belted in full force by a 17-year-old boy dressed in a tight black suit with cat attributes. Several people had their phones out and Evie was taking several photos between bouts of laughter.

Chat danced along to the beat and sang, obviously giving it his all and desperately trying not laugh like Evie was. He bounced to and fro on the stage, his tail flicking happily behind him. At one point, he overdramatically pointed to the various pieces of anatomy that the song referenced to. He danced back to the front of the stage. As the song wound down, he bowed to a clapping audience and hi-fived Evie as he leapt off the stage.

The two laughed as they made their way back to the table where Marinette had given up trying to hide her smile and was clapping while Sophia had a strangely blank look on her face.

As Chat took a seat, Sophia stared at Evie. "If the next six songs are What's New Pussycat followed by It's Not Unusual then more What's New Pussycat, you're sleeping on the couch for a week."

Evie's grin dropped and she snapped her fingers. "Bloody... Wish I'd thought of that now!"

Sophia's eyes narrowed. "Don't even think about it." She replied in English.

To prevent Evie's banishment to the couch via irate girlfriend, Marinette stood up. "Is the next set free?"

Evie nodded. "Yes."

Sophia glanced at Marinette through the corner of her eye. "Are you sure you want to sing? No one will force you."

Marinette smiled confidently. It looked like fun up there and whether he knew it or not, Chat had provoked her. She never could turn down a challenge. "I'm sure." Marinette took to the stage with Chat in front of it with baton ready. Marinette closed her eyes, took a deep breath as the humming vocals of woman began the song, opened them and began to sing.

The words to Indila's Love Story fell from Marinette's mouth and blew Chat away as well as most of the audience. She was easily one of the best in the room. Marinette didn't dance across the stage like most of the singers but she gently swayed to the beat. Her arms moved in time and added to her performance. Chat almost choked on his tongue when she gave a sly wink. When she had no vocals to sing, Marinette gave a quick twirl causing the green underskirt to flash in the low light. As she finished the song, Chat had only remembered to photograph Marinette a few times.

'This girl is going to give me a heart attack but what a way to go!'

There was a beat of silence once Marinette stopped but that was soon overwhelmed by the collective applause and whistling from the audience. Even the two bartenders had stopped mixing drinks and gave a few quick claps.

Marinette curtsied and clambered off the staged less gracefully than she would have liked but probably the best she could do in the heels she was in.

As Chat escorted Marinette back to their seat, she noticed Evie whistling and Sophia clapping wildly. She dropped into her seat and gratefully took the glass of water Sophia had poured for her from the jug.

"Wow, Princess. That was super! Your voice is lovely!" Evie gushed, obviously a little jealous but too tipsy to really mean it.

Sophia pushed a glass of water into her hands too. "Drink that before you have another. You are such a lightweight, I swear."

Evie pouted in offence. "I am not a lightweight. I am Australian!"

Marinette snickered into her drink. 'So that's what her accent is.'

Sophia pressed a kiss on Evie's nose. "You're a lightweight Australian. Now drink." She watched as Evie grumbled but did as told and turned to the birthday girl. "She is right. You were wonderful up there.”

Marinette flushed.

The next hour seemed to fly by after that. More people went up on to the stage to sing. Some had lovely voices and lifted the whole room. Others were less musically gifted but had no less qualms about dancing all over the stage. One memorable person had their voice break in the middle of a high note and couldn't finish their song because they started laughing too hard. Between songs, more groups of people came up and asked for selfies with Chat and Marinette.

Before it was even half-past ten, many more pictures had gone up on Chat's Instagram.

The first couple were of Chat in various poses that Evie had taken during his song. Marinette's favourite was of Chat; arms thrown open and head tilted back with a barely restrained smile on his face. 'Chat Noir takes to the stage! Does this Cat know what's new though? #BonAnniversairePrincess #karaoke #SophSaidI'mNotAllowedToSingItAgain #What'sNewPussycat?'

A particularly striking one of Marinette gained hundreds of likes almost immediately. She stared straight the camera with a shy smile as she sang, one hand on the microphone and the dim light behind her added to the ethereal allure. 'Princess dominates the stage and stuns us all! Look out Jagged Stone! You may have competition! #BonAnniversairePrincess #Karaoke #LikeWow #Seriously #Wow #LoveStory'

A young French couple on a date named James and Clara also came for pictures with Marinette and Chat. James, who had soft brown eyes and dark hair with broad shoulders, wrapped his arm around Clara, who had a fiery red pixie cut and looked like she could bench press her taller boyfriend, while Marinette tucked herself next to Chat as Sophia photographed them. 'Wishing a very happy birthday to Princess from James and Clara who just sang a lovely song! #BonAnniversairePrincess #karaoke #NewFriends'

There also a second picture of Clara with Evie on her back and Marinette in a princess carry, all three of them laughing happily. ‘Evie asked how much Clara could easily carry. The answer: One Princess and One Evie. #BonAnniversairePrincess #DoYouEvenLiftBro? #ApparentlySheCanBenchpressJames #NewFriends #IWishIWasThisCool #SoDoYou'

Three women who were having post-work T.G.I.F. drinks also came for a selfie with Marinette and Chat. Angeline, a white woman with sun-bleached blonde hair, bright hazel eyes, and a bright smile, crouched next to Marinette who sat in the middle of the trio. Her Hispanic friend, Sarah who had a sly grin on her tanned face as her dark eyes crinkled in the corners, stood behind the birthday girl. The final woman, an Asian woman with black hair and almost black eyes that sparkled named Minami, smiled just as brightly from the other side of Marinette. Chat was in the corner, standing a bit away to get them all in. 'T.G.I.F Karaoke and Celebrations with Princess, Angeline (right), Sarah (middle) and Minami (left)! #BonAnniversairePrincess #NewFriends #TGIF #Karoke #WhoKnewYouCouldMeetSuchLovelyPeopleAtKaraoke?'

There were also a few candid shots that Marinette had taken after swiping Chat's baton for ten minutes. Two, in particular, gained so many hits that one became a meme while the other became the profile picture for many Chat Noir fans.

The first was of Chat Noir, Hero of Paris, Wielder of Bad Luck, Holder of The Black Cat Miraculous, pouting. His bottom lip was stuck out comically and his arms were crossed dramatically. His eyes were bright and widened playfully at the amused Sophia who was just out of the frame. 'Oh, Chat. Pouting like that won't make her change her mind about Sailor Moon. #PrincessInControl #BonAnniversairePrincess #PoutyCat #Karaoke #WhoKnewChatNoirWasAnAnimeFan? #SailorMoonFan #ThePoutyChatFace'

The other picture had Chat leaning back on two legs in his seat with an eyebrow raised straight at the camera. He had finally noticed Marinette with his baton and had given her an amused smirk. His arms were casually over his green shirt and his legs were kicked up onto the chair in front of his. 'Finally realised I have his Baton and just had to pose for the camera. #PrincessInControl #YouAreNotAsCoolAsYouThinkYouAre! #BonAnniversairePrincess #ModelWorthy #Karaoke'

At some point, Evie had spotted Marinette with the baton and had propped her chin on Marinette's shoulder. Both of them smiled brightly at the camera, cheek to cheek. 'Another selfie with Evie! #PrincessInControl #BonAnniversairePrincess #Selfie #karaoke #NewFriends'

Marinette also got one with Sophia who sat behind Marinette and raised her glass to the camera. 'A drink in honour of the Princess! - Sophia #PrincessInControl #BonAnniversairePrincess #Karaoke #Selfie #NewFriends'

The final selfie Marinette got was with Camille, Renee and a woman who look like a younger version of Renee only with dusty brown hair named Annette that worked as a textile technician for Gabriel. Annette was happy to talk about textiles and how to use them in different ways and gave Marinette some wonderful new ideas for her to try at a later date. The four women crowded around the camera and smiled. 'Best wishes to Camille (middle left) who is getting married next week! I hope you have a wonderful day! Thank you to Annette (right) for the advice! And nobody can dance like Renee (far left) can! #PrincessInControl #BonAnniversairePrincess #Karaoke #selfie #HopeItAllGoesWell #SmallWorld '

"Having fun, Princess?" A cheeky voice purred into her ear.

Marinette startled and turned her blushing face towards Chat. She handed the baton back to the grinning superhero. "Yes, I'm really enjoying myself."

Chat gave Marinette a soft look. "Good."

The moment was interrupted by Evie who once again looked as if Christmas had come early.

"I checked with the guys behind the booth and you will never guess which song I found that you absolutely have to sing Chat Noir." The young woman was practically vibrating with glee.

Chat grinned. "What?"

"Thomas O'Malley from The Artistocats. They have all the songs from the film."

Chat's own face nearly split in two with the wide grin which swiftly turned mischievous. "Sure, but I want Everybody wants to be a Cat afterwards."

Sophia looked slightly alarmed at the loud cackle Evie let out.

Ten minutes later, Chat was once again on the stage, this time with an amused Marinette up next to him. There had been a slight debate whether or not the English or the French version should be sung but the French version won out as Chat claimed it was more authentic.

Evie was below them, recording the whole song as Chat serenaded Marinette causing her to giggle uncontrollably especially when Chat somehow produced a flower and presented it to her. She played along during the song when the Duchess spoke.

"Why, monsieur, your name seems to cover all of Europe!"

Chat had beamed widely.

"Well of course. I'm the only cat of my kind."

Once the song was over, Chat had taken the baton back and posted it quickly.

'The one and Only Chat Noir sings the song that every tomcat must know! #BonAnniversairePrincess #ThomasO'Malley #IHaveAlwaysWantedToSingThis #PrincessMadeAGoodDuchess #Karaoke #Video'

Once they were done and the next song was set up, Evie almost vaulted onto the stage and started gesturing to Sophia to come up too. While the bemused woman shook her head in denial, Evie looked as if she might drag her poor girlfriend onto the stage with them.

Eventually, Sophia was filming, Chat sang Thomas O'Malley, Evie sang Scat Cat's part and Marinette was once again Duchess. They had gotten Camille back onto the stage to sing Marie's parts instead.

Evie and Chat bounced around the stage, absolutely loving every second and deciding to forego any attempt at staying in key, replacing it with sheer enthusiasm. Both attempted to re-enact the dance performed in the movie but they both failed miserably thanks to how hard they were both giggling between breaths. Marinette and Camille nearly missed their own cues as they were laughing too hard.

As the song wound up to the final bars, the whole room was singing along to the lyrics. Even the two bar attendees got into it.

By the time the song finished, more than a few people were dancing around and Sophia had nearly dropped the baton several times from her own laughter.

The four singers took a sweeping bow to the pleasure of the room who burst into applause.

Sophia barely had enough time to pass the baton back to Chat before Evie collapsed into her arms. Patting her head lightly, she murmured into the exhausted woman's hair. "I think it is time to go home, love."

"No," Evie whined into her chest, but Sophia led all of the singers back to their table.

"Yes. It's nearly quarter to eleven and we have a long day tomorrow. We were only supposed to here until 10." Sophia grabbed a glass of water and passed it to her pouting girlfriend.

Evie poked her tongue out at her but sipped on the water. "I suppose you are right."

Chat picked his jacket up. "We should be heading out too if we want to spend a decent amount of time at the markets."

Sophia glanced at Chat Noir and Marinette who were gathering their things. "Marchés de Lumière Des Ètoiles? Good choice. If you head out the back then swing right, I know some of the better markets will still have some good wears still available. I hope you have a good time." She said with a bright smile.

There was a slight flurry of movement as three final things were posted to the account.

The first was the song, captioned: 'Only the best way to end a good karaoke session. Thanks to Camille for being our Marie and to Sophia for filming. #BonAnniversairePrincess #EverybodyWantsToBeACat #Karaoke #YouWishYouLookedThisGood #NailedIt'

The second was Chat and Marinette standing on the stage, back to the audience and smiling into the camera with most of the audience crowding into the background. 'Thanks for the Pawsome Time guys! Big Thanks to #MuseDeChanson for the brilliant service and the fabulous entertainment! #BonAnniversairePrincess #Karaoke #ShouldTotallyComeBackSomeTime'

The final pic was Evie, Sophia, Marinette and Chat Noir standing at the back entrance, lit by fairy lights around them. 'It was absolutely Miraculous to meet Sophia and Evie who provided us with such entertainment tonight. We will miss you! #BonAnniversairePrincess #Remember #AdoptingStrangersAtKaraokeIsAnEvieApprovedWayToMakeFriends #NewFriends #OntoTheNextAdventure!'

With a few final goodbyes and hugs, Chat and Marinette stepped out into the cool night air and turned right.

Lights scattered all around, most of them fairy lights, over the simple tent market stalls. The crowd was thick enough to have a flow but sparse enough that people could move freely. It was beautiful in its simplicity. The atmosphere lent an almost magical air to the whole dead-end street.

"It's amazing." Whispered Marinette, her jaw dropping and her eyes trying to take in about a dozen things at once.

Chat beamed at her. "Then, let's go."

Sorry if any of the formatting if off.  I’m feeling a bit off for the tic but I hope you all enjoyed it!

[nualathebear]

Domesticated (PG-13)

Pairing: Grayson x MC (Alexis)

Rating: There’s a shower mentioned. I mean it’s still safe but…

Word Count: 1747

Request: @anon come to light, my bite is gentle

Prompt: #37 “Lie to me then.”

Extra Note: Who am I kidding, I hate angst. I suck at it so I’m just sticking to shameless smut and/or cutesy things. Or both.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters but I love them like my babies

When Alexis agreed to move into Grayson’s apartment, she did not expect him to be the chef of the house on top of his immaculate upkeep of the place. Sure, she didn’t expect him to be a slob either but too much perfection was sometimes just that. Too much.

She was hardly complaining, of course. Grayson’s cooking was sublime. She still didn’t know exactly how he has been juggling being co-owner of a nightclub, rebuilding Prescott Industries in his image and coming home to prepare a proper meal for the two of them without fail. Sometimes, she wondered whether the Prism Gate hit him too. She mused that maybe Eva might have lent a hand somewhere.

So one night, she decided she would be the one cooking for them. She had learned a thing or two about cooking from her mother so it wasn’t like she was a schlep in the kitchen. The internet also worked wonders when it came to finding easy recipes for yummy foods so she came home early, hauling a few bags worth of groceries, ready to cook.

After a quick perusal of her phone for a tutorial on how to make the perfect steak dinner for two, she found one that looked ridiculously simple. She turned on her music player and as the first song blasted through the kitchen, she went about dicing onions, chopping garlic and letting the butter get to room temperature.

She wasn’t aware that Grayson had come home until he slid his arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck. She went rigid for a second before melting in his arms, turning to kiss his stubbled cheek. “Hey,” she grinned and shimmied out of his grasp to get the skillet of thinly sliced potatoes topped with three types of cheese into the pre-set oven.

Grayson removed his jacket and hung it by the door before unbuttoning and rolling his sleeves up to his elbow. “What can I do to help?” He asked with a grin. Alexis chewed on her lower lip as she looked around to see what he could actually help with and found that she was pretty much set. “I’ve just got the steak to cook. You like it medium well, right?” Alexis asked as she moved to the kitchen stove and placed a pan on one of the hubs, heating it up.

With a nod, Grayson slid on one of the stools opposite the kitchen to watch Alexis cook. “I used to think well done was the best but then an old flame of mine got me a medium-”

Alexis held a hand up and raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me, an old flame? Are you seventy, Gray?” She teased as she poured a bit of oil on to the pan and chuckled at Grayson. “Also, are we talking about exes? Are we at that stage already?” She asked with a teasing lilt in her voice. Grayson’s cheeks heated up as he grimaced. “I didn’t mean to bring him up. Sorry.”

Her jaw slacked a little and she dropped the butter dish on the worktop with a small clatter. “Wait, you dated a guy? I’m assuming in college, so how did I never hear about that?” She asked, regaining her composure enough to slide a few pats of butter into the sizzling pan. Sliding it around, she split her attention between that and Grayson who was still grimacing before he launched into the story.

“You wouldn’t have known him. I dated him before you got in. Although…actually, we kind of broke up because of you.”

A little gasp emitted from Alexis as she placed the tenderloin on the pan, listening to the sizzle. Since the recipe did ask not to touch it for about four to five minutes, she looked up at Grayson imploringly. “Well go on!” She urged him, which deepened the red hue on Grayson’s cheek.

“Alright. Well, Thomas was already insecure to begin with, mind you. I liked him enough and he was quite sweet. It was just that when I started befriending you, I guess he picked up on how I liked spending more time with you than him?”

This time, Alexis was the one who blushed.

“It wasn’t like I blew him off to be with you but I guess it just came down to timing. And I might have made plans with you before consulting him so that…didn’t make for an easy break up.”

Alexis pursed her lips and placed a hand on her forehead. She felt bad for Thomas but admittedly, she had always had a crush on Grayson. She didn’t know if she would have been any better had she known Grayson was attached.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you were with him, though?” Alexis asked before turning the steak over, whistling at how perfectly seared the bottom part had become. As per the recipe, she grabbed a few stalks of rosemary and a few cloves of garlic, placing some on top of the steak and some in the butter oil mixture.

Shrugging, Grayson shifted on the stool before leaning forward, resting his elbows on the counter top and his chin on his hand. “What Thomas and I had wasn’t entirely serious. Even he admitted to that once we cleared the air a few years back. And there hadn’t been a time when I thought I had to? And we were just getting to know each other back then.”

As she tended to the steak, she mulled over Grayson’s words, feeling both sorry for Thomas and admittedly a little happy for herself, selfishly enough. It was all in the past and Grayson and Thomas had hashed it out, haven’t they?

As if Grayson knew exactly how Alexis was feeling, he got off the stool and walked over to her, circling her arms around her from the back and nuzzled her neck. “You do realise that’s all in the past, right?” Grayson said softly. “Thomas is happily married now. He looks at our relationship fondly but ultimately, we weren’t the right fit anyway.”

Alexis gave a little smile to his reassurance and quietly worked on the steak, pouring the butter and oil over the already browned side for flavour before patting Grayson’s arm. “I know. I’m fine, really. Just feeling a little odd that someone else picked up on your crush on me before you even knew about it.” She teased, turning around to peck him on the lips. Grayson chuckled. “Don’t tease me.” He said, nibbling on her neck a little before releasing her.

“That is smelling good, by the way.” Grayson commented before pulling back to the stool to watch.

“Why thank you. I thought I’d do something nice for you since you’ve pretty much done everything around the house ever since I moved in.”

“The nicest thing you did was move in. And besides, I didn’t want you to feel obligated to do things around the house.”

“Lie to me, then.” Alexis chuckled. “My mom always did whenever she wanted me to do things without making me feel like it was her idea.” She paused and shook her head. “But come on, this is a partnership. We do things together from now on, okay?” She looked at him pointedly and Grayson chuckled with a nod.

“Good, why don’t you take a shower first? Let me finish up and we can have dinner.” She smiled sweetly at Grayson who nodded and came back to her to give her a kiss on the forehead. “Love you, Lex.”

Alexis felt warmth spread over her body and a goofy grin came on her face. “Love you too, Gray.” She slapped Grayson’s butt as he moved away and he gave a little surprised yelp. “Hey!” He laughed as he walked off.

She took the steak out of the pan to let it rest before working on the sauce to go with the steak.

By the time Grayson got out of the shower and into a fitting t-shirt and pants, the table was set and Alexis was pouring the wine into two long stemmed glasses that Grayson forgot he even had. Alexis looked so put together in a simple sleeveless black dress with her hair up in a messy bun and Grayson couldn’t help but stare.

Then he saw the table and he had to laugh. Not because he was making fun of her but more the fact that she had somehow found serving plates he didn’t know he owned and plated the food so neatly and looked like she even cleaned the kitchen and she still looked like she had just stepped out of a catalogue.

“Okay you’re staring. You know I don’t like being stared at.” Alexis had put the bottle down and approached him with both hands reaching out to him. “We kinda need to buy more kitchenware because somehow in this lavish apartment you only own two of everything? That needs to change because I like having people over and we know a few people between the two of us.” She chuckled and guided him to the table.

“I smell like meat so deal with it.” She leaned over and pressed her lips against his. He reciprocated happily as his arms circled around her, pulling her tightly as he deepened the kiss. They stayed in the position for several seconds before she broke the kiss with a breathless laugh. “I’m actually kinda hungry so we should uh…save that for later.”

Grayson laughed along with her and nodded, pulling out the chair for her before sitting down on the other side. “Lex, everything looks amazing.” He said with a wide smile before spooning up food for Alexis and then himself.

They spent dinner talking about their day and once that tired out naturally, they spent it in companionable silence. Once dinner was done, they washed up together then Alexis took a shower. Grayson joined at one point and they had to take another shower before heading to bed. As they curled up with their legs tangled up under the sheets, Alexis pressed a kiss against Grayson’s bare shoulder, sighing as she closed her eyes. “Today was a good day.”

A low, rumbling sound came from Grayson as he agreed. “Was a great day. Thank you.” He reached his hand back to ruffle Alexis’ hair and she grinned. “Goodnight, love.” She tightened her arm around Grayson’s midsection and before long, she was out like a light.

[lordofthebigtimesupernatural]

So, I know you already did a story in your Single Dad Shiro AU about Keith not getting along with one of Shiro's date. Also know you said it wouldn't be shippy. But could you maybe do another story where things go right? Like, Keith says the same sort of things, but this time the date isn't rude & they laugh some of it off, but take him seriously as well. Keith likes his Daddy's date & talks to her more kindly & Shiro is just watching this with a cheesy grin & thinks he might be falling.

Hello there nonny! I’m glad you thought about that one! And remembering the not shippy deal. But still I love doing these little romance ones and this was so adorable. Shiro and Keith both deserve to be happy so I do hope you enjoy this cute little date! I’m sorry it’s a bit late but I hope you enjoy it and thank you for sending in such a lovely prompt!

x.V.x

              “Howcome you gotsa ‘nother date?” Keith mumbled as he cleaned up his toys from theground. Shiro chuckled from where he was observing Keith, while simultaneously helpingKeith to clean up faster. The afternoon had been a productive one with Keithand Shiro accomplishing several fully colored coloring books, a game ofhide-and-seek, the completion of Keith’s five math problems from school and adelicious lunch.

              “Well,that’s usually what happens when you like someone.” Shiro smiled and Keithpouted again. However, unlike the first few times that Shiro had tried dating,Keith didn’t throw a fit or get upset. Now that he was six-years-old, he wasmuch more mature. Although, Shiro hadn’t ever brought home a date before. Notafter the disastrous date where Shiro had brought Keith with him.

              “Hmph,but why are they coming here?” Keith asked as he put his last toy away. Shiroglanced at the clock seeing that he had just over an hour before his date wasset to arrive.

              “Becausedaddy wants you to meet her.” Shiro explained softly, gauging Keith’s face forany sort of reaction. Keith was doing better about Shiro’s dates, but there werestill times where he got insecure or scared after what happened a year ago.Shiro never wanted to put Keith into an uncomfortable position and if there waseven a hint that Keith was upset with the plans tonight, Shiro would cancelthem in a heartbeat.

              “Huh?”Keith asked, raising his arms and Shiro was already pulling him up into hisarms.

              “Daddywants you to meet Selena.” Shiro explained and entered Keith’s room to get himready for their dinner tonight. Keith wasn’t a huge fan of shoes and socks buthe loved to get dressed up every nowand again. With a little bow tie and dress shirt and slacks. It was one of his favoritethings to do, once a month with Shiro. “She and I have been going out for awhile now, and I’d like you to meet her and tell me what you think of her.”

              Keithhesitated as Shiro picked out his clothes, refusing to get down. He bit hislip, which Shiro caught and he sat the both of them down onto Keith’s bed.

              “Keith,remember when I said that it’s very important that both daddy and you like daddy’s date?” Shiro askedsoftly and Keith nodded his head with his eyes down. “And how you have to like daddy’s date too?” Again,Keith nodded but didn’t speak.

              “I meanit sweetheart,” Shiro smiled and brushed back Keith’s hair. “It’s moreimportant for me that you feel comfortable, safe and happy around any of daddy’s dates. This isn’t just about me; we’rea family and we are in this together.” Keith stifled a giggle when Shirotickled him under the chin. “I want to be sure that you are as happy as daddyis if anything were to happen, alright?”

              “Okaydaddy.” Keith finally answered with a small smile and Shiro beamed.

              “Okay,and if you feel even a little uncomfortable, you let daddy know. Sound good?”Shiro helped Keith off the bed when his son finally nodded and together the twobegan to dress Keith. “Now, let’s get you all spiffied up.”

              “Daddy,that’s not a real word.”

              “Is too!”

              “Is not.”

              “It istoo!”

x.V.x

              It wasKeith who had answered the door.

              Wellactually, Shiro had answered the door because Keith was forbidden from openingthe door to strangers. However, Keith managed to shove himself in between hisdaddy and the woman outside of the door. The woman was dressed in a black dressthat went to her knees and was sleeveless. Keith ws momentarily impressed byhow pretty it was (Keith bet it supersoft and he wanted to touch it, but he refrained from doing that) and he eyedthe sparkly necklace around her neck. She was tall, almost as tall as Keith’sdaddy and her lips were very red with a bright smile on.

              Keithmerely huffed and produced his beset glare.

              However,to everyone’s surprise, the woman simply laughed and bent down to Keith’sheight.

              “Hellothere. You must be Keith Shirogane.” She continued to smile at Keith, who hadtaken a step back to hide behind his daddy’s leg. He peeked out from Shiro’sleg, still glaring, to look at the woman. “My name is Selena and I am your dad’sdate. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Selena stood up and bow gracefully whileKeith eyed her warily.

              He wasn’tabout to admit that he was impressed by her manners.

              “HiSelena. You look amazing as always.” Shiro finally broke the silence with agentle grin. He was already reaching out to take Selena’s jacket and usheredher inside. All the while, Keith continued to cling to his leg while trying tocontinue to glare at Selena. Selena never once minded and continued to smile.

              “Oh,Takashi, always the gentlemen. You know how to make a girl blush.” Selenawinked while Shiro hung her jacket up. “Your house is very beautiful.”

              “Thankyou.” Shiro beamed and leaned in to peck Selena on the lips, who happilyaccepted the kiss. They were interrupted by Keith’s huffing loudly and tuggingon Shiro’s pants. Slightly embarrassed, Shiro pulled back with a laugh. Selenaalso laughed and looked down at the grumpy little boy.

              “Oh my,you look mighty handsome today Keith. Did you pick out that outfit yourself?”Selena asked with a quiet squeal. Keith was adorable in his red button up shirtthat was tucked into his black slacks. He didn’t have any shoes on but Shiromanaged to get socks on. Over the red shirt was a buttoned black vest,completed with a white bowtie around his neck. Keith’s hair was brushed butnothing overly fancy was done to it because he despised the feeling of hair gel.

              Keithfelt his cheeks redden at the complement and he tried to hide again. Thecompliment did manage to make him feel giddy inside. Shiro chuckled fondly ashe watched his son try to stay determined in his cold demeanor.

              “Keith,remember how we’ve talked about answering people when they ask you a question?”Shiro reminded the six-year-old. Keith pouted but peeked out from Shiros’s leg.

              “Daddyhelped me dress.” Keith admitted and Selena beamed. “But I picked out thecolors!” Keith puffed out his chest, very proud of the fact that he had madethis outfit. Shiro squeezed Keith’s shoulder out of pride and Selena clappedher hands.

              “My! You’vedone a wonderful job then. You look so elegant tonight, like a true gentleman!”Selena announced and Keith blushed once again. Shiro almost wished he had acamera because the moment was just far too adorable for words. His chest wasalmost bursting with love.

              “I alsopicked out daddy’s bowtie!” Keith said firmly and Selena laughed. “Purple ishis best color and there’s little lions on it too. I got it for Father’s Day!”Keith rambled excitedly, almost forgetting that this was a date for his daddy.Shiro remembered that day fondly. Shiro had bought the bowtie since Keith didn’tactually have enough money, but Keith had picked it out and squealed when hesaw it. Then he went to the counter and gave the clerk a single quarter, askingto buy the tie for his daddy. Shiro had slipped the remainder balance of thebowtie, when Keith wasn’t looking and he was sure that the clerk wanted to giveit to Keith for free.

              Keithhad been so proud that he bought hisdaddy the bowtie and Shiro always wore it to special occasions.

              “Youhave an eye for fashion young man. Your daddy wouldn’t have looked so stunningwithout your help.” Selena praised and kissed Shiro’s cheek again. This timeboth Keith and Shiro blushed whileSelena giggled to herself. Quickly, Keith tried to go back to his stoicimpression and announced that it was dinnertime before marching to the kitchen.

              Shiroshared an amused look with Selena and when he saw the gentle expression inSelena’s eyes, Shiro was in love.

x.V.x

              “I gotmy eye on you.” Keith announced through a mouthful of potatoes. Shiro almostgroaned and dropped his head on the table. This was exactly how the last baddate had gone with Keith. However, Shiro was ready to ask Selena to leave ifthings got even close to being as bad as the last time. He wasn’t ever going to let a date to speak toKeith like that again. Keith stared at Selena and put another scoop of potatoesinto his mouth while Selena took a sip of her drink. Instead of scowling likethe last date, Selena only laughed. “Don’t you try any funny business with mydaddy.”

              “Iunderstand sir.” Selena answered and Shiro stopped eating. He held his breathas he tried to figure out how this date was likely to end.

              “I meanit. You got to prove your good enough for my daddy.” Keith pointed his fork atSelena who smiled softly.

              “Yourdaddy is very lucky to have a son like you.” She said and Keith was thrown fora loop. He blinked, eyes wide before pointing at his chest. Still smiling,Selena nodded and turned her full attention to Keith.

              “Yesyou. I can tell that you love your daddy very, very much.” Selena said, causingKeith to nodded sternly.

              “Yes!”

              “I betyou love him thiiiiiiiis much.” Selena said before stretching her arms as wideas they could do and Keith let out a tiny giggle.

              “No! Ilove daddy more! To the stars and moon and back!” Keith announced, bouncingeagerly in his chair. Shiro almost melted in his own seat and wanted to lie ina puddle of goo right then and there.

              “Ofcourse. You’re right. You love your daddy so much!” Selena said, leaning inclose as if to tell Keith a secret. Keith also leaned in and stared with bigeyes. “To have a son that wants to protect his heart from bad dates and keephis daddy safe is a job that requires a lot of love and courage. Both of whichyou have.”

              “I do! Ido!” Keith beamed excitedly and bounced again in his chair. Some potatoesdripped onto the table just inches from Selena. But she simply wiped them awayand wiped the corners of Keith’s mouth. That was when Shiro sighed dreamilyinto his hand, wearing the cheesiestgrin on the planet.

              “You aredoing an excellent job and I will try my best to prove that I love your daddyvery much.” Selena said and Keith’s eyes still sparkled.

              “Okay.But if you’re gonna prove it, you gotta be good at hide-n-seek. And you can’tlike sand because that feels bad. And you hafta be able to tell good stories –daddy tells the best, of course but you can be a good second. And you need tolove Red too with lots of love…”

              Shirowatched Selena and Keith interacting from where he sat, still grinning. Thedate was going beyond expectationsand Shiro was falling more and more in love with a family by second. He was falling hard and fast with every second of this night. Best ofall, Keith was happy.

              And thatwas what mattered most.

[swearronchanel]

Who let me watch 5.06?

I should be doing an assignment that’s due tomorrow but ya know due tomorrow means do tomorrow. Lol I know I should be ashamed to be a procrastinator but university has ruined me anyway. I’m tired from literally going to one lecture haha, but in any event I’ve been rewatching mad men for the who knows what time but I thought I’d take a break from all that and watch an episode of CtM & @flyingnonny inspired me to do a reaction post so why not? I decided on 5.06 since last Sunday’s episode reminded us of that camping trip 😂😂  here goes nothing.. 

*skips intro bc I’m impatient*

Cute community moment ☺️

TRIXIE😍 slaying my life

Shelagh looks so good too 😍 and Angela melting my heart!

Why is shelagh forever wearing cardigans? I like cardigans every now and then but all the time, really?

Everyone is sitting outside, Trixie is in a sleeveless dress, as is Barbara, so it has to be warm?? take it off Shelagh

She’s still my bby though even if I don’t always agree with her fashion choices

what gross vejo pinching Trixie’s ass? That’s not ok

And Babs too lmao, creepy old man, die

Shelagh saying “hello dear” aw

But this is like the only interaction between Shelagh and Trixie & that does not suffice !!

ALL I WANT IS FOR THEM TO HAVE AN ACTUAL FRIENDSHIP IDC HOW MANY TIMES IVE SAID IT I REALLY Want it😭😭💕💕 my two fav bbys

I HAVE EVEN GIVEN REASONS WHY & I CAN GIVE THEM AGAIN ***        1) Why not?? Shelagh has like no real friends besides her husband and sort of Sister Julienne?                                                 

 2) just please, because I’m asking nicely                                                     3) When Shelagh was Sister Bernadette she was often friendly/ in the gossip and conversation with the nurses & remember that one time Trixie grabbed her to come listen to Jenny’s phone conversation?               

4) Trixie was the only one besides Sister Julienne to visit her in the sanatorium. That has to count for something!                                             5) They’ve both been on the show since day 1 & have known each other the longest (besides the nuns) why wouldn’t they be friends or least actually speak to each other?

Aye this is the lady who’s fake pregnant

Shelagh wearing earrings though >> here for it

Sorry there will be a lot of gushing over Shelagh and Trixie

And also I WANT TRIXIE’S HOOP EARRINGS SO BAD, where can I find them??

And how do I get her clothes and figure and her everything lol?

PHYLLIS ! My champion

“Would it have killed you to sit down for five minutes and eat the whole thing!” I LOVE HER, SHE IS A GEM, A HERO, A BADASS & IM NOT READY FOR SUNDAY. IM GOING TO BAWL WITH AND FOR HER

she deserves the best

I think this is the only time I’ve ever heard Trixie address Shelagh by her first name?? a prob.

They need to interact more 😭💔💕😍 I will stop saying it when I’m dead even then I’ll prob say it

Actually when I think of it no one ever calls Shelagh by her first name besides obviously Patrick? And Sister Julienne

#MoreShelaghAndTheOtherNursesInteracting2k17aka1962

And I need at least two seconds of them dotting on pregnant Shelagh

Helen looks so good like goals

“I threatened to put one man over my knee but that only encouraged him” HA IM DEAD NO KINK SHAME

I think there’s been a similar joke before but fuck it it’s still funny to me

But seriously everyone loves Trixie lol how could you not though?

Hey Pats, it’s been a while

Lol omg Tim in that uniform.. Not the best costume 😂😂

Never seen Whistle Down the Wind

But you see, Tom and Babs making out as usual, I’m not knocking it lol but this is why Sister J told her to chill when they went to South Africa😂

also lowkey jealous bc Jack Ashton is handsome af and that could’ve been me but it’s all good. He and Helen are adorable together and I’m here for it x10000

Omg I forgot this lady got assaulted

Oh shit I just remembered this is the episode where sister MC is attacked FUCK WHY DID I WATCH THIS

she can’t report it bc she’d get arrested for soliciting wtf

But remember Shelagh wore the headbands in like series 3 (so glad she stopped I was not here for it)? They must’ve gave them to Babs lol

I forgot Trixie didn’t tell the nurses about AA yet

But she looks gorgeous as ever, even with her mascara running

Lowkey nauseas looking at all that fish ugh. Funny becuase they put a grocery store that has a fish market on the block up from where I live in NYC and I hate it  

I forgot about Peter lol and he was in an episode this series whoops

LIKE WHERE’S YOUR WIFE LOL, *I know, too busy for this, I don’t think she’d fit in the series anymore anyway*

Sister Mary Cynthia 😰❣️

Lol she doesn’t sing loud enough ??

Sister Julienne is so cute when she smiles but don’t forget she’s a badass

REMEMBER THE AGGRESSIVE JACKET FLAP BC OF THE IRRITATING SISTER URSULA

How did this girl hide her pregnancy though?

And did her brothers just not realize she was pregnant and the mother wasn’t?

Oh jeez my cousin was a colic-y baby and my parents kept him like 3 days a week when I was in high school & it was a nightmare. I didn’t sleep for so long

Dont get me wrong I love babies. But when they scream when I’m trying to sleep, nope. Return to sender.

Shelagh is so excited about camping it’s the purest and most adorable thing 😭😭And I like her shirt  

Shelagh made Tim copy the napkin folding from a magazine, SHE IS A GEM

“We never have serviettes on a weeknight” wtf did they just not use napkins every day? I’m confused Lmaoo. What am I missing here 😂omg that reminds me of one of the times my family and I went on a cruise (2006, hella long time ago already wow?? 11 yrs yikes) and my brother & cousin were late to dinner and lied to my mom & aunt saying they were at a “napkin folding class” & my family deadass believed it up until 2 years ago😂

Shelagh’s accent is so cute. I’ve said that many times but it’s so sweet. But again why do we just have to accept she’s Scottish with no context as to how/why she came to England? Like I’m sure there were convents in Scotland. I dont even care that much I just will forever be curious as to why it seems she had no life before she got married lol? Like they don’t ever bring up the fact she was a nun, but ok maybe she feels awkward talking about it but what about before? 

They’re so excited it’s so precious, protect this family 😂😭💕💕

Sister MJ is fasting lol I should try it😂

Omg another dumb story, I didn’t realize today is Ash Wednesday and was hella confused seeing some people with ash on their forehead 😂😂 I should give up something for lent but idk what, we shall see. My mom gave up carbs last year & I died bc I lived at home and ate what she cooked and almost all my fav foods are carbs😂

Shelagh referred to Patsy as Patsy, I’ve only ever heard her say Nurse Mount??

lol Tim you’re what 14? you know damn well those arent* bullet holes

at least he has some of his innocence still. I didn’t @ 14

Sometimes I forget I’m gonna be 19 this year wtf. I’ve accidentally told people I’m 16 before and had to correct myself 😂😂

Patrick is excited about this holiday, boy you don’t know what’s coming 😂

HE’S GONNA ATTACK THE LADY WITH A BABY I FORGOT THAT TOO WTF

I wanna fight him

Diane’s anemic ? Or her mum is just assuming

SHELAGH IN HER CAMPING OUTFIT!! The hair scarf and trousers !! I’m so here for it 😍😭

I want to see her in another pair!! yes lets get it 1962. Probably not likely this series but hopefully next series!! Ah can’t wait

Shit this series is almost over 💔💔 but omg 1963 gonna be lit as well?!

Like the space race started/orbiting the earth, Kennedy’s assassination .. wait never mind lol I’m thinking of American History moments. but still a lot of it was crazy world news so maybe it’s mentioned?? first bond film came out in'63, petition for Tim to go take Susan whatever from around the corner to see it since we know he liked the novels

Lots of famous films came out in ‘63 so there’s gotta be some reference.

Fun fact: I love pop culture references in period drama bc I’m lame jk I’m majoring in education (to teach history)

Old news but still relevant: Phyllis’s turn on: Rolodex systems 📇

“CRANE, as in the wading bird or industry lifting equipment, whichever you prefer” LOVE U PHYLLIS, YOU CORRECT HIM

PHYLLIS’S FACE WHEN GODFREY SUGGESTS SHE CAME OUT OF RETIREMENT, IM DEAD

“I shall consider retirement when I’m at the appropriate age”  IM LAUGHING SO HARD, FUCK YEA PHYLLIS. I LOVE HER SO MUCH, LINDA BASSET IS ON THE LIST WITH LAURA AND HELEN OF PEOPLE WHO COULD PUCH ME IN THE FACE AND I’D THANK

LOL SHELAGH JUST STANDING AWKWARDLY LISTENING TO THIS CONVERSATION

“Buenos vacaciones”  I NEED MORE PHYLLIS WORKING ON HER SPANISH I LOVE IT, Ella es oro.

lol the roof rack, bet it was Phyllis’s they borrowed when they moved

PHYLLIS’S FACE OF DISGUST WHEN DR GODFREY SMILES AT HER IS ME ALWAYS

LOL THE THE NURSES & SISTER WINIFRED DYING OVER PATRICK’S SHORTS (EVen though sister W “swears she’s not looking”)

I THINK THE SOCKS AND WHITE DAD SANDALS ARE MORE AMUSING 😂😂

Poor Judith💔

It’s a vicious attack Sister J! But you don’t know it yet so I get u

Here comes summer..😂

SETTING UP IN THE POURING RAIN LOL

Shelagh and Angela being adorable !!

Tim and Patrick proud that  they set the tents up & boom it falls 😂 which is symbolic for me taking exams, I think I did well or at least decent on them and then I find out I failed by like 5 points

Nonnatus table scenes <3 😭

”I’ve seen more dangerous marshmallow bunnies“ lmao Pats this is a serious moment I shouldn’t laugh

Shelagh took off her glasses 😉😏 but fr how is Laura Main so perfect

Patrick put scotch in its lit, pass it over😏

Lol Shelagh drinking is a strange thought but I’m so here for it. Nuns can’t drink right? Idk. Imagine her drinking alcohol for the first time and just getting drunk 😂 we know Patrick and Tim are lightweights getting drunk off one beer so I assume shelagh would too😂

Damn it Patrick, you spilled your cup. Furthermore proving you’re a disaster 😭

LMAO SHELAGH’s “WTF” FACE WHEN SHE ASKS PATRICK WHAT HE’S THINKING ABOUT AND HE SAID THE ULCER CLINIC

LIKE C'MON PATRICK YOU KNOW WHERE SHELAGH WAS TRYNA GO WITH THAT😂

“And if you don’t mind my saying so, you’re not exactly Cliff Richards yourself” SHELAGH 😂😂 another great line of hers, love it

I love their playful banter lol we need more of that 😂 but lets be real series 6 has had some of the greatest Shelagh and Patrick moments so I can’t complain 😭😍

Peter and Barbara is such a unusual dynamic haha

“How is chummy?” Wait does Babs even know Chummy? I don’t even remember if they met tbh

But for real Shelagh did you really think Patrick would just forget about work completely ??

Lol Angela crying because she is petrified of squirrels😂😂and Shelagh running to her is so cute.

Why didn’t she just get rid of the *creepy* squirrel nutkin book? it seemed like they still had it in series 6 haha

rice pudding is I think the same as aroz con leche, lol it’s gross sorry

Diane’s water broke oh shit

the Turners all in the tent playing I spy bc it’s raining haha

I went camping for the first and last time this past summer w/ my sister in laws & her friends, it was awful 😂😂 I got like 100 mosquito bites that became welts, i literally slept in the car the second night & it was mid July fairly south of east coast aka it was humid and sticky af , there were wild horses that walked around..Thank God they brought alcohol cause it was a nightmare I don’t wanna remember 😂😂

ANGELA IS SO CUTE UGH & ANOTHER GREAT SHELAGH FACE😂

lol yes go to a hotel, should’ve done that from the get

So what exactly does Fred run? some civil defense thing?

She’s in labor and can’t even scream omg, I’m screaming

“They are often incorrect in their opinion” Sister MJ is a gem. I want someone to look at me the way Sister MJ looks at cake and the television

Phyllis yelling at Dr Godfrey😂

PATS’S FACE OF DISGUST IS ALSO ME

HOW DO THESE WOMEN GIVE BIRTH STANDING/SITTING UP?? AHHHH

There you are Beatrix, it’s been a while

Patsy being suspicious with the card game line lol. but when is Trixie going to find out about Patsy and Delia?

SHE RIPPED OUT HER WOMB?! WTF OMG IM SCREAMING

THIS HURTS TO WATCH AHH

Trixie and Sister MC to the rescue but omg this is wild I forgot

Fred wtf you can’t be sneaking up like that

DONT LEAVE SISTER MC ALONE TRIXIE

NOO, IM NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

“There are flowers on the table, and feathers in these pillows, that’s all the nature I need to get back to” I feel you Patrick lol, I like nature but not camping

Lol remember Shelagh’s old nightgown? ah I don’t miss it. The bri nylon is such a look™ & obviously has magically powers i.e this miraculous conception.

“..or they’ve been mulled to death by squirrels” IM DEAD HAHA THAT WAS A GOOD DAD JOKE, NICE ONE PATRICK

aw the baby is so precious

Why is the operating room/being in surgery called theatre in the U.K.?? and why is the doctor’s office/practice called the surgery? so many questions from a confused American..

Sister MC by the docks😭💔 she was just chillin with God and THIS HORRIBLE MAN RUINS EVERYTHING WTF UGH

Oh no

SISTER MC JUST UNCONSCIOUS ON THE DOCKS WTF IM CRYING WHY WOULD HURT HER

Patrick even if you were there she wouldn’t have called you, don’t blame urself

it’s not your arrogance sister MC!!

“don’t you even say the word fault, do you hear me, I won’t allow it” 😭💔 it’s NOT your fault sister MC 😰

I forgot how upset/hurt this episode makes me

“The worst thing is that I actually stopped to pray…” my heart hurts

You can’t even blame her for being angry😪

Judith you’re not a bad mother!! This isn’t your fault either

Sister MJ IN THE BATHROOM WITH HER😢😢💔💔 I’m c r y i n

I SAID PROTECT THEM AT ALL COSTS WHY DID THEY HURT ME LIKE THIS

Everyone so quiet at the table..

ILL FOREVER BE PROUD OF HOW BRAVE SISTER MC IS FOR SPEAKING UP FOR HER AND THE OTHER VICTIMS💖😭💔

Russian prison tats??

“I thought at first it was a test of faith, but it was a test of strength. I can bear more than I ever though I could and I can bear it for others because my strength is a gift, from him..” brb sobbing

I feel so bad for Mrs Hills bc I understand she thought she was doing the right thing and was trying to protect her daughter from the stigma & judgment from having a baby born outta wedlock 😭

But damn she almost killed her & now she can’t have any more kids

“I’m a mum, mum” Aw

lol I want children (obviously not anytime soon) but if I do Ima be shook for the rest of my life. Like my kids will  be like grown & I’ll still wake up like wtf I had them?  Lmaoo

SHELAGH’S GREY DRESS >>😍

Patrick jumping on the bed was cute lol

The Turners being cute and an unrealistically perfect family together as usual

Trixie 😍off to her AA💕

“I think it’s about time I came clean..”

Im so proud of her omg. She’s come so far in 6 series 😭💖💖😭

And Patsy and Delia are supportive yess👏🏼

“New truths were being spoken at Nonnatus house, but some remained concealed. While one voice rose, striving to erase its agony in song.”

Thanks Vanessa,, The End 😭