#rihanna's childhood home

[mymusicbias]

[rose-maidenn]

Astro observations 1

Tropical + Sidereal

Tropical

If you have mercury sextile venus as a women your voice gives you an upper hand in your career , example Sofia Vergara being famous for her acting as well as her unique voice , lana del rey for her vocal range , Rihanna , Kim Kardashian memes lol .

If as a man you have mercury sextile venus it shows up as an upper hand in your thoughts and creativity , often times men with this placement are very soft spoken and understanding , in a dark way they could be manipulative as well . They mostly create a world of wonders for themselves and have distinct contributions towards art or way of life . Eg : Walt Disney , Ewan Mcgregor in big fish

Scorpio men give high school bad boy vibes , their upper body might be larger then their lower body , fellas don't skip leg day

Wanna start content creation or wanna be a singer , check your moon sign , a popstar might become popular based on the emphasis on either vocal range, lyricism, performance (credits to the instagram reel i watched lol i lost the link ) eg : scorpio women embody the performer persona most strongly , for example: Beyonce , Miley Cyrus , Lady gaga etc (vedic - Vishakha)

Cancer sun women mostly embody the trashy girl aesthetic.

Though widely considered meek , the cancer sun embodies a badass feministic yet kind vibe to them eg : Princess Diana , Selena Gomez , MIA, Frida Kahlo , often turn out to be revolutionaries and make changes in their own fields .

Pluto in the 5th is an amazing placement for fashion designers or in the field of marketing in the field , eg: Coco chanel , Miuccia Prada , Donatella Versace etc . 5th is the house of creativity and pluto being in it bring something out of the ordinary to make the person famous.

Pluto in 5th might also suffer from a turbulent childhood often with home relocation or absent parents

Mercury in 9th might be forced to grow up earlier , these people embody wisdom beyond years, often time resulting in void eg : Drew Barrymore, Mila Kunis lying about her age to get roles , Brooke shields .

Mercury in 9th is also a good placement for writers, eg : Sylvia plath , Agatha Christie, Emily Bronte .

Sidereal

Purva Bhadrapada women are very activist and stand for what they believe in , they make really good points in an debate👏

Punarvasu sun will give you fuller lips . Mostly downturned

Gemini men often have a wild chemistry with Sagittarius men 😭😂 the gemini man either admires the Sagittarius or hates them , like a frenemy vibe .

Libra men have the rake energy they flirt with everyone but they also make you feel like you're the only girl 😭 tf

Moon conjunct Saturn is said to give a bad relationship with mother but I have observed that if it is in the 12 th house it actually gives a good relationship, as there's more understanding .

As a jupiterian myself I won't advise to dye your hair blonde if you have prominent jupiter ,it makes me even more delusional. I would recommend brown for grounding and inviting creativity in your life .

Idk mars dom men are too good to me I like them so much, I've seen that in other cases as well so I will say jup dom 🤝 mars dom.

Rahu doms are underdogs yall , mostly people underestimate them until one day they put all their energy into something and prove themselves .

Uttara Ashadha girls act as they're stupid but they're observing so much , they might have really captivating eyes , puppy eyes if I say .

If two people have asc-moon synastry , they love each other and loathe each other because of their similarities , their is also a tendency of copying the others gestures or fashion .

Ketu doms push people away and then say they're lonely , it takes a lot to understand the inner rich world of ketu doms , which I think venus doms get to a degree.

Rohini people have a certain liking towards the metal of gold , and it will bring you auspiciousness if you buy them gold.

That's all for today hope yall enjoyed , I think you can read both observations interchangeably hehe I tried a new format hope yall like it . Dm me if you want to book a chart reading or an astrology reading 🫶

Thank you for reading

[kitten4sannie]

♪ 5k followers event: pick a song ♪

i really never thought i would make it to a milestone like this when i first made this blog ;^; thank you all for making me feel at home in the atiny community :3 and ofc thank you so very much for the love, support, and feedback i’ve received thus far!! it means the entire world to me <3333 and without further ado, let’s get the event started, shall we? as someone who injects music into their veins on the daily, i thought this would be really fun hehe the possibilities are endlessssss,, i will be doing multiple fics for my bias line + my wreckers bc i am insane and if i receive more requests after the slots are filled i will do my best to incorporate some of the details of your requests into the fics i’ll be working on ✨

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send me a song and the member of your choice:

example: “hey i wanted to request possessive/jealous bf! san + “please, please, please” by sabrina carpenter :) i would love for there to be some light angst and fluff. as for kinks can there be spit/cum play and lots of praise? <3”

↓ requests now closed ↓

✮ san (3/3)

♪ possessive/toxic san + bloodsport by sleep token + demon au ♪

♪ mean dom san + judas by lady gaga ♪

♪ psychopath san + psycho by muse ♪

✮ yunho (2/2)

♪ soft bf yunho + stupid in love by max feat. yujin ♪

♪ soft dom yunho + after hours by kehlani ♪

✮ wooyoung (2/2)

♪ rich husband wooyoung + would you mind by janet jackson ♪

♪ jealous mean dom wooyoung + agora hills by doja cat + idol/manager au ♪

✮ mingi (2/2)

♪ toxic dom mingi + lethal woman by dove cameron ♪

♪ lovestruck bf mingi + wanna be yours by arctic monkeys ♪

✮ seonghwa (2/2)

♪ dom hwa + soulmates au + vore by sleep token ♪

♪ possessive toxic seonghwa + but daddy i love him by taylor swift + biker au ♪

✮ hongjoong (2/2)

♪ cowboy joong + miles on it by marshmallow feat. kane ♪

♪ love drunk simp joong + ruby by woozi ♪

✮ yeosang (2/2)

♪ soft bf yeosang + desire by ateez ♪

♪ yeosang + cruel summer by taylor swift + childhood friends to strangers to lovers ♪

✮ jongho (2/2)

♪ dilf jongho + (song tba) + mafia au ♪

♪ needy jongho + nerdy by purple kiss + college au ♪

✮ woosan (1/1)

♪ dom woosan + please me by bruno mars feat. cardi b ♪

✮ yungi (1/1)

♪ love crazed yungi + eclipse by josh makazo + love triangle au ♪

✮ seongjoong (1/1)

♪ possessive dom seongjoong + house of balloons by the weekend ♪

✮ yeojong (1/1)

♪ dilf athletes yeojong + woo by rihanna + stripper au ♪

[youremyheaven]

vedic astrology observations

every revati i personally know has a dysfunctional relationship with either/both parent. there are celebrity examples as well

Angelina Jolie, Ellen DeGeneres, Rihanna, Cardi B (all Revati Moon)

2. two tier naks like uttaraphalguni & purvaphalguni, uttarashada & purvashada, uttarabhadrapada & purvabhadrapada often appear together

Jin is UBP moon & Yoongi is PBP sun

Jisoo is Purvashada Sun & Jennie is Uttarashada Sun

Bella is Purvaphalguni Moon & rising, Anwar is Uttaraphalguni rising

3.i have noticed that many punarvasu natives veer between either extreme in their early life, i.e, either they grow up extremely wealthy & comfortable or they grow up struggling/have difficult childhoods.

many royals have Punarvasu nakshatra (ex: Charlotte Casiraghi) and its generally seen as a wealth giving nakshatra but many famous Punarvasus have had rough childhoods, like drew barrymore, keanu reeves, eartha kitt (all punarvasu moon) and meghan markle (punarvasu rising) ive often noticed that the father being absent/being abandoned by the father is also a common theme in the lives of these natives (literally all the people i just mentioned grew up either without their father or saw him very less).

4. "The Nice Guys"

certain celebrities have a reputation for being "a nice guy"; they're humble, cordial, very grounded and polite. Ardra, Punarvasu & Pushya were the most common nakshatras among them. its not surprising to me that these celebs who have a reputation for being "nice", have naks in the Gemini-Cancer spectrum. im not saying other naks aren't capable of being nice, just that these naks have a tendency to make you known for being nice.

Tom Hanks, Punarvasu Sun, Pushya Moon

Keanu Reeves, Punarvasu Moon & stellium

Adam Sandler, Ardra Moon

Emilia Clarke, Ardra moon

Paul Rudd, Ardra rising

Mark Hamill, Pushya moon

Chris Evans, has Mercury & Venus in Ardra. His luminaries also consist entirely of Deva gana naks (Mrig sun, Swati moon & Anuradha rising)

Chris Hemsworth has Mars in Pushya

ive often been asked why i include placements other than the "big 3" when making observations and i want to say, please dont be misguided by pop-astrology narrative that your sun, moon & rising are "the most important" placements. they represent your ego, mind and appearance but its a very western mindset to say that "importance" is confined only to these aspects of an individual. a person is more than just the sum of their parts. every placement affects you. your mercury is how you communicate and express yourself, does that not sound important to you? mars is how we assert ourselves and conduct ourselves, venus is how we channel beauty, love and abundance. all of these are "important"!!!

6. Serpent Yoni (Rohini & Mrigashira) natives are probably some of the most private people ever. They're extremely protective of their personal space & it's not uncommon for them to stay off of social media entirely. If you consider the fact that snakes live in hidden spaces, away from the reach of most animals/people, it makes sense as to why these natives exhibit similar behaviour

Adele (Venus in Mrigashira)

Enya (Mrigashira Moon), she lives alone in a castle in the middle of nowhere in Ireland 😭😭thats sooo Mrig coded

Sandra Bullock (Mrigashira stellium) she's also been subject to stalking & harassment (a common Mrig theme) her home was invaded in 2014 etc but she's in semi retirement now and says she will never join social media

Jennifer Lawrence (Mrigashira Moon)

her privacy has been invaded brutally but she has always been adamant on protecting it.

Brigitte Bardot (Rohini Moon) she retired in the 70s and has since lived in the French countryside

Cillian Murphy (Rohini Sun) we lit rally know nothing about him

7. ive noticed with bharani men is that they tend to have difficult relationships with their fathers/the father is absent somehow, they're however very fond of their moms and sooo many of them have an older sister??? who they are also very close to???

Robert Downey Jr had a very complicated relationship with his father who encouraged his son to do drugs with him as a child etc

I had already mentioned that Revati natives often come from dysfunctional families, Rob has a Revati sun & stellium and he is Bharani moon. His rising is Ashlesha which is also often seen in natives who come from abusive or controlling homes.

[won4kiss]

၄.၃ ݁ ˖ִ ࣪₊ ⊹˚ songs that remind me of enha (hl) ˖ִ ࣪₊ 

lee heeseung, park jongseong, jake sim, park sunghoon <3

warnings ˖ִ ࣪₊ me. I am the warning. I wrote this at 2am and had major brainrot, I got very emotional, (again everything im saying is a joke) not edited.

pls don’t take this seriously, it’s very random:c

(anything I say, is not irl or true at all and is just all jokes!! also ik the cover is different from my usual ones, I got lazy and I couldn’t find anything with the hyung line 😞, enjoy 🫶🫶)

(a/n) here’s something short and stupid until I finish my next heeseung fic🤗🤗 also short little beomgyu fic coming vv soon!!

lee heeseung

sweet night , v

baby come home 2 / valentines , the neighbourhood

hidden love ost ( forever star ) - zhang yihao

^ I strongly recommend watching hidden love and adding this ost to ur playlist!! so cute :c

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- when I think of heeseung, I get major angsty vibes like it’s genuinely a me problem. IDK WHY☹️☹️

- when I think of hee in a trope, I think a miscommunication type-thing, right person nd wrong time.

- I think it’s bc I’ve read sooooo many angsty things abt this man LIKE I LITERALLY REMEMBER A WATTPAD STORY I READ IN 2021. It was like the girl was suicid@l and hee was like “give me a month to make u wanna live” it was CRAZYYY. neways.

- BUT ALSO… *spoiler for my one of my ideas for a heeseung fic>> he gives me older brothers best friend trope vibes, like i recently rewatched the cdrama hidden love and he would be such a perfect duan jiaxu!! the vibes are there‼️

- im so sorry heeseung i luv u so so so much this isn’t personal :c </3

park jongseong

love on the brain , rihanna

my kind of woman , mac demarco

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- AAAAAAA JAYYYYYYY

- jay gives me like home vibes. Idk if that makes sense. pls bare with me.

- I feel like he would be like rich ceo kdrama man who falls in love with his secretary type trope☠️ the ceo vibes go HARD

- like when I see him, I genuinely feel comfort.

- he reminds me of like- anything romantic in the world, it’s giving husband material, gentleman (all of them r gentlemen but jay is oozing gentleman)

- it’s like when I see jay, I just feel warm😞

- (example; holding a cup of hot chocolate on a snowy winter day) yes I gave in example. this is jay.

jake sim (be prepared)

style , ts

labyrinth , ts

call it what you want , ts

little freak , harry styles

nobody gets me , sza

i.f.l.y , bazzi

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- lolz guess who my bias is🥲⁉️

- I warned u guys!!!

- I could genuinely talk abt this man for hours.

- my man my man my man my man my man my man my man. HE IS SOOO LOVER BOY MATERIAL LIKE I CANNOT FORM WORDS. like cmon guys yk i had to put ts on here. HE IS HUSBAND MATERIAL, BF MATERIAL, EVERYTHING MATERIAL.

- literally jake fits any trope, this man is so perfect.

- childhood best friends to lovers with jake is absolutely amazing and magical and it hits EVERY SINGLE TIME.

- he gives me childhood best friends 2 luvrs vibes bc he’s just so like… idk the word but this man is my everything.

- he is literally the lyrics, labyrinth is so him, call it what you want IS HIM, style is literally made about him⁉️little freak is what i feel about him (like the song is so good it gives u a rlly emotional feeling where u wanna sob) and nobody gets me….. yes that was personal.

(i sincerely apologize for this mess, I couldn’t hold myself back☹️)

park sunghoon

ocean eyes , billie eilish

cars outside , james arthur

line without a hook , ricky montgomery

consume , chase atlantic

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

- sunghoon…😞

- he reminds me of a first love.

- he just gives me such sentimental bittersweet vibes when it comes to this stuff.

- im struggling to find words rn bc suddenly im emotional thinking about sunghoon. he’s giving me I want u but I can’t have u vibes (help me)

- he ALSO gives me very rich ceo vibes, and the amount of rich ceo fics about sunghoon i see tells me ppl agree🔥🔥

- I also added consume bc he also gives like supernatural fic vibes (he’d be a rlly hot vampire or demon someone pls make one and send it to me🤗) and that song just fits the trope SO WELL.

- he’s so quiet and shy and looks like a sad man, and trust me I do not mean this in a way where im saying he’s depressed (yk the sexy sad men in movies?)

-sunghoon deserves sm and more, he’s such a gentle soul he reminds me of a bubble bath (idk what im saying anymore it’s 2am)

- he’s so cute. he’s my everything. he’s mine.

(sorry this is actual brain rot atp🤗)

- ok im done this made me sad i luv them all sm

MAKNAE LINE NEXT ORRR???

@won4kiss

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Time of Our Lives | Dancer!Jake Seresin x dancer!reader | Dirty Dancing AU

TGM masterlist

Characters & pairings: dancer!Jake Seresin x dancer!reader (romantic)

Content warnings: fluff, light profanity, pop culture references | Female!reader (she/her) | WC: 8.8k

Requested 📨 yes/no (for @eternalsams 🩶🥹)

Premise: what happens when two childhood best friends from well off families reunite at a country club leading into a summer that would impact their careers for eternity while dancing around a decades worth of brewing feelings and recreating an iconic dance for the country clubs annual showcase? Here’s a hit, it’s gonna be like that one song Baby and Johnny fell in love to.

Note: I am alive and just know I (quite literally) had the time of my life writing this piece. It brought me back to my 80s movies/dirty dancing hyperfixation 😭 @eternalsams thank you so much for your patience and requesting this gem. I hope I did you Justice and dancer Jake has my heart and soul. Thank you for trusting me with your vision 🩶

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“You could at least act like you’re having fun, Y/n,” came the scolding words of her mother when she noticed the unamused expression Y/n possessed.

A natural state she would describe since they arrived at the resort. And what Y/n could not depart from no matter how hard she tried.

Summertime. The best time of year for some folks who are eager to get away from the stress and drama of work and school to relax and have fun. Whether it be a week or two whole months. For high school dance teacher Y/n L/n, her ideal summer vacation would be in the comfort of her own home with a book or chilling at her favorite resultant sipping on Margaritas while enjoying live music. Going out with her small select group of friends to dance was also on her list of summer necessities…but her family had other plans.

To kick off her 2023 summer break—which is to last nearly three weeks if she manages to survive—Y/n and her family were at an upscale Catskills resort located in the Appalachian Mountains not too far from New York, the place she currently called home. A snazzy estate one may add, for it was filled with alumni from the top Ivy League schools in the country.

And Y/n’s personal hell.

Of course she loved spending time with her parents and siblings….to an extent. But, when they’re constantly berating her life choices by becoming a dance instructor—on top of displeased opinions of her love life—-Y/n felt suffocated by them.

It was like she could never live up to the expectation they had of her no matter how much she proved herself and her talent. Not only were her parents highly respected doctors in their community, but her sister graduated Summa Cum Laude at Yale Law School, marrying her college sweetheart before taking a job at one of the city’s top firms. Then there was her brother. He went on to become a naval fighter pilot, distinguished and respected with his place at number one in his class during his year at Top Gun. His wife was a trauma nurse who worked at the same hospital as her parents.

Yet here she was—mind you, a former member of the New York City Ballet Company, Juilliard Alumni, performed at the Super Bowl, toured with Rihanna in the mid early 2010s, appeared in several music videos, and teaches at the Frank Sinatra School of the Arts—unable to adhere to their standards.

Parents…they want what’s best for their children. Right?

Yeah she found that hard to believe.

If only they saw her in the Ballroom. And no, not talking about the kind you see on Dancing With The Stars. She’s talking about the Ballroom that calls New York its home.

But also ballroom dancing. Her sister would have a heart attack if she discovered Y/n danced Bachata with Prince Royce at a New York latin club.

“Fun?” Y/n scoffed, sipping at her glass of champagne resulting in a light cringe at the taste. For rich people one would think they’d have the best there was. What just hit her tastebuds was something out of a box container imposing as fancy liquor. “I don’t see how anyone could find this type of rendezvous fun, mother.” She received a scolding glare.

“Keep your voice down,” the older woman kept looking around to see if anyone heard, “these are our friends.”

“Your friends,” Y/n corrected. There was no way in hell she’d consider any of the fake people in front of her friends. No matter how long their families have been acquainted. None of them liked each other, and were always trying to one up whenever someone voiced an accomplishment.

Instead of answering, Y/n’s mother simply walked away with an annoyed huff. No longer in the mood to argue. Rolling her eyes, Y/n downed the last of her champagne before making way out the french doors of the lounge and into one of the many patios. The sunshine greeted her with its vibrant and warm rays. Chatter from the guests sitting under umbrellas and beside the pool filled her ears. Y/n placed her sunglasses and booked it across until she was on the pathway leading to the guesthouse she and her family were staying.

“Y/n!” Had it been anyone else the woman would’ve mentally signed, but the voice behind the greeting was none other than her childhood best friend growing up, Natasha. A genuine smile appeared on her face as she turned around.

“Hey, Nat!” the two embraced in a hug, “Been a while, huh?” In truth the two hadn’t seen each other face to face since 2019 when Natasha moved to California to base her talent agency. Despite this, Natasha still traveled every year to Caskilles around this time to see her family, whereas Y/n remained in New York due to shows and gigs.

“More like four years,” a playful nudge was sent her way, “girl you left me here to fend for myself. I should feel betrayed,” Nat smirked, “but I can’t blame you. The only reason I keep coming to this place is to please my mom. It’s the only time all of us siblings are under the same roof.”

Natasha was the oldest of four and the only daughter to three sons. Her father had been the Mayor of New York City while her mother was the former District Attorney. All of her brothers had achieved prospective careers. Antonio, the second oldest, had been drafted by the MLB and currently played for the Washington Nationals. Dominic, the middle brother, was a nuclear engineer who rarely ever got time off but always managed to get a week in the summer. Lastly the youngest of the bunch, Victor, was a professional photographer who went on tour with artists like Journey, Lionel Richie, Daddy Yankee, and Stevie Nicks.

For Natasha, she had fallen in love with the fashion industry at a young age. After graduating from the Fashion Institute of Technology Natasha received an intern position at Vogue Magazine before becoming a product and brand marketing manager at Louis Vuitton, for which she got the opportunity to live in Paris, France for four years. There she got to work closely with Virgil Abloh, who unfortunately passed away in 2021, and Nicolas Ghesquiere.

As of 2022 Nat relocated to San Francisco and developed her own talent agency for aspiring models and fashion photographers who come from low-income backgrounds, LGBTQIA+, people of color and disabilities. With its success Nat’s had several clients on the face of Vogue and walking runways at every fashion week.

“I’m sorry,” Y/n said, the two beginning to walk down the path together, “Life’s been hectic. During the pandemic there were little to no gigs so I had no idea what to do.” Unfortunately being in the dance industry meant competitive opportunities with a maybe 10% success rate if lucky. Y/n’s last big break was dancing with Lady Gaga and Ariana Grande in their ‘Rain on Me’ music video. Y/n occasionally attended the Balls in New York, but hadn’t walked a category in ages.

She did have a following on social media, which bought in a reasonable amount of income. Over 100k on YoutTube and roughly 2 half a million on TikTok. Instagram had close to 3 million since it had been the primary platform in the 2010s and several of her dance videos went viral.

“I understand,” Nat nodded solemnly, “It was like that for me too. It’s nice the world is slowly going back to normal. Although,” she paused to chuckle, “the amount of damage control getting bookings back to their normal pace was probably the most stressful point in my career.”

“Has it been easier now?” They stopped at a little bench overlooking the lake, “I saw you were at fashion week.”

Nat instantly brightened. “Much better than before I will say. We’ve got a great wave of new clientele—I just landed this fella a cover with GQ so I’m pleased with that.” Y/n congratulated her before the agent changed the subject, “But enough about me, what about you?”

The woman scoffed, “Well my last big thing was the Lady Gaga music video—and that was going on three years now,” the thought made her frown. It wasn’t like her to go so long without a gig. “I auditioned for a spot on Beyoncé’s tour.”

“The Renaissance tour,” Nat nearly gagged. It was all anyone could talk about since tickets went on sale earlier that year. Nat managed to snag two for her and her boyfriend for the Los Angeles show. “And?”

“I’ll know in about a month or so if I book it.”

“You so got it,” Nat assured with a tap on her shoulder, “You’re one of the best dancers in the world. You danced with Madonna at the Super Bowl,” her gaze became pointed, “and toured with Rihanna. You have nothing to worry about.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Nat,” Y/n laughed, though deep down she felt the hope in her rise.

Rolling her eyes, Natasha leaned back against the bench and was about to comment when someone in the distance caught her eye. “Is that who I think it is?”

Peeking over her shoulder, Y/n suddenly straightened her posture upon seeing the blonde man grinning from ear to ear as they made eye contact. Jake Seresin certainly landed on the right side of the puberty coin. With his tan, muscular frame, gorgeous green eyes, blonde hair and smile that belonged on the cover of a magazine, he was a sight for sore eyes.

“Ladies, fancy seeing you two here on this beautiful afternoon.”

A wave of butterflies simmered in Y/n’s tummy, a shy smile forming as he approached the bench. It’d been several years since the two saw each other despite being friends since childhood. “Jake,” she greeted, moving to accept his hug when he opened his arms. Natasha followed before the two sat back down, “It’s good to see you. Is your mom with you?”

Like Natasha and her family, Jake’s were part of the same circuit in terms of highly respected, sometimes influential people. His mother, a doctor, was a colleague of Y/n’s parents, and his late father was one of Texas’ Congressmen during the 2000-2010s. Jake’s only sibling, his sister Krista, was a young adult novelist with over ten publications.

Jake on the other hand was like Y/n: a professional dancer and known in the industry as a real life Ken Doll. He had a massive following online, choreographed music videos and tours—even went on tour with Bruno Mars, Justin Bieber, & Ariana Grande—and was a guest judge on ‘So You Think You Can Dance,”. During the pandemic a lot of his dance sequences went viral and became trends, Y/n even posted on to which he reposted with the caption, “you know I had to shine the spotlight on my favorite dance partner. Miss you Y/n/n.”

You can bet Y/n experienced internal fireworks.

There was no denying she had a crush on Jake growing up. The two were inseparable whenever their families stayed at the resort. They’d even make trips out to each other during winter break, eventually attended Juilliard at the same time, and collaborated early in their careers. Jake and Y/n used to sneak out of the country club when they were younger to dance on the dock while blasting music from the boom box they’d stolen from the lounge. They learned ballroom together, competing in competition without Y/n’s family having knowledge of it.

Unlike Y/n’s parents, Jake’s mom and dad approved of his career choice. Though skeptical in the beginning, they grew to be very supportive and attended his showcases at school, the concert he was performing in and kept up with what he was doing.

Because of their disapproval of her pursuing dance, Y/n believes their learning of Jake’s endeavors resulted in them no longer coming to the country club if he and his family were there. They also never asked about him or worked with his mother despite being in the same field. It’s like they blamed Jake for Y/n not becoming what they wanted her to be: a doctor or a lawyer.

“She and my sis are settling in,” he gestured down the path he came, where several cabins were located. “We just got in about an hour ago.”

“How long are you guys here for?” The question came from Nat, who threw a look at Y/n.

Jake didn’t notice, “a couple weeks. Needed a break from the world—and Mr. Collins asked me to help him with this showcase he’s putting together.” Y/n raised her brow.

“Showcase?”

“It’s more for the youngins,” Jake explained. “He asked if I could help teach some dance lessons for those interested.” Though it physically hurt not to react, Y/n somehow managed to remain neutral. Even putting a semi-fake smile.

How come Mr. Collins didn’t ask her?

“Stop it,” the voice in her head said, “it’s not a competition and you know Jake would never be upset if the roles were reversed.”

“Wow, Jake, that's great!” She was happy for him. And scolded herself mentally for the childish thought she had. Jake was an exceptional dancer and a great teacher. Y/n had watched some of his YouTube videos in passing and had no doubt he could get the job done.

“Say if you have the time I’d be happy to have you join in,” he flashes a smile that would have any girl weak in the knees. “I’d say you’re more of an expert in certain areas that I’m not really well acquainted with.” Warmth fills her chest.

“I’d love to. Thank you, Jake.”

The second he departed Natasha was on Y/n. “Girl, if you do not hop on that—.”

“Natasha!”

“What?” She whispers shouts after being hushed, “you’re into him, he’s so into you,” Y/n’s expression is that of, ‘You’re delusional’. “Skip the previews and start the movie.” Now that was a metaphor Y/n had not heard before, but clever nonetheless.

“Jake and I have been friends for years,” Y/n brushed her off. “I am not going to risk ruining what we have because of some middle school crush.” The brunette rolls her eyes.

“But it’s not, ‘some middle school crush.’ You’ve had feelings for him for over decades now—which is a conversation for another day,” Y/n makes a sound of offense, but does not deny the woman. “It’s time to put on your big girl panties and get your man.”

She’s quiet for a moment, glancing to her feet, “What if it’s not meant to be. My family would never approve—.”

“Like you’ve let them dictate what you do in life.”

“My point is—,” Y/n cuts back, “I’ve already disappointed them with my career path. Call me naive or delusional, but I don’t want to have to deal with constantly being berated for my choice of partner. Jake is wonderful in every aspect, but what he does will just set my parents off again for another twenty years if by some miracle we start something up.”

Natasha sighs, placing a comforting hand on her friend’s shoulder, “Sometimes you have to accept that parents are always going to have their opinions that are unchangeable. And you have to let go of the hope they’ll come around. Y/n, you’ve dealt with this since you were seventeen, maybe it’s time to distance yourself from it.”

“And if it all backfires and I end up alone?”

“You’ll never be alone,” she nudges her, “I’m here. And even if it all blows to hell, then at least you can say you tried.”

The next day Y/n found Jake at the little studio room the club used to teach waltz lessons. She was met with his gorgeous smile and an army of preteens in the middle of showing off who could do the best tik tok dance. “I see I’ve interrupted a very important matter.”

“None wanted to do the one I created,” he dramatically pouts, “saying it was too complicated.”

She laughed, “Well they’re not wrong.”

“Hey!”

For the next week, Y/n and Jake spent four hours a day--two in the morning and two in the afternoon--with the kids teaching them different styles of dance. Of course the crowd favored breakdancing, hip hop, modern, and vogue, but would request to watch Jake and Y/n perform routines they used to do back in the day. Swing was a popular one, as was quickstep and jive because of its upbeat and face paced. One day Jake busted out his tap dancing skills while Y/n displayed some ballet.

“How can a person do that?” a kid commented as she stood on revelé. Jake leaned down, whispering, “she’s secretly an alien from another planet.”

“C’mon I wanna show you something,” Jake grabs her hand one night after dinner. He leads her to a cabin not too far from the main resort where members of the staff have started a party. On the speakers were some 2000s hits that summed up the millennial crowd. Jake waved to some of the guys who ran group activities in the corner, Y/n spotted the culinary department at the food table. And if she were to glance at the door on the opposite end of the cabin, she’d see the housekeeping passing around an object containing a certain plant.

“What’s this?”

“The only place where the workers get to catch a break after spending all day with those uptight rich folks. They call it ‘Dirty Dancing’,” Y/n’s expression becomes amused, letting out a soft laugh.

“Like the 80s movie with Patrick Swayze?” Jake beams.

“The one and only,” taking her hand once more, he leads her to the makeshift dance floor. “Let’s show them how it’s done.”

To say the two became the life of the party was an understatement. Jake spun Y/n to the sound of her laughter and Elvis ‘Jailhouse Rock’. Jumping up and down with a crowd around them to Pitbull’s “Give Me Everything.”

“Tonight, I want all of you tonight,” They pointed to each other, “Give me everything tonight.” Y/n pointed to the girl beside her, “For all we know we might not get tomorrow. Let’s do it tonight.” Jake fist pumped with some guys around him, “Don’t care what they say, or what games they play. Nothing is enough, ‘til they handle love.” people in the back shouted “let’s do it tonight.”

“I want you tonight, I want you to stay,” Jake gave Y/n a look, “I want you tonight,” she squealed upon him pulling her toward him, “Grab somebody sexy tell ‘em hey.” the entire house exploded into the chorus. Everyone having the time of their lives, it felt like a scene from a movie.

Y/n pulled girls into the middle during Beyonce’s ‘Single Ladies.’ Then they carried the party when ‘Year 3000’ by the Jonas Brothers came on. “He said, ‘I've been to the year 3000. Not much has changed, but they lived underwater. And your great-great-great-granddaughter is doing fine!”

Some staff who happened to be part of the New York Ballscene recognized Y/n, leading to a vogue battle to commence. “This is what I wanna see!”

Let’s just say….that was the moment Jake knew he was in love.

“‘Cause we are living in a material world. And I am a material girl,” The next morning Y/n was rudely awoken by her ringtone. “Hello,” her groggy voice answered, hearing Jake on the opposite end sounding equally as tired.

“Are you busy this afternoon in between lessons?”

“Not that I know of. What’s up?”

“I just got off the phone with Collin,” his tone shifted to one she couldn’t decipher, “He’s asking if you and I would be interested in performing at the showcase.” Jolting from the bed, Y/n was fully awake.

“Come again.”

“You and me. Me and you,” Jake repeated, “we put on a little number for the finale.”

Fiddling with her pajama top, Y/n suddenly became nervous. The night before she was on Cloud 9 with the way Jake was looking at her. They danced the night away and those feelings she desperately tried to hide were slowly becoming difficult to keep down. “What did you have in mind?”

“Time of My Life, really?” The two were at the studio dressed in comfy attire they usually danced in. “Don’t you think that’s a little cliche.”

“I thought it was fitting,” the blonde rebutted. Jake suggested the two perform the iconic dance sequence at the end of the 80s classic. “What, you got something against it?”

She rolled her eyes, “Only that my parents blame my childhood obsession with it as the reason I didn’t follow their dreams for me.” Jake made a face.

“They’re still not over that?”

“Nope,” She popped the ‘p’. “In fact they still remind me every chance they get about it.”

Jake finished setting up the song loop, standing from his crouching position, “Well, let’s prove just how wrong they were when you blow their mind with your talent at the showcase.”

Between the giggles and constantly finding any moment to procrastinate, it was a miracle the two managed to choreograph a routine. It wasn’t an exact copy of the iconic dance Baby and Johnny performed, but they kept some elements in.

Including the lift.

“Jake, I don’t know about this,” Y/n shivered when her body hit the cold water, following him until their waists were submerged. The whole idea made her nervous. It was an intimidating maneuver.

Jake, however, did not show any sign of hesitation. “Worried I’d drop you?” he teased, “I thought you trusted me? We used to do this all the time as kids.”

“Exactly. I do trust you, but we’re not fifteen anymore. I’m not--,” he cut her off gently.

“Don’t say what I think you’re about to say,” his look was soft but serious at the same time. “You have nothing to worry about. And besides, we’re out here taking precautions instead of being in the studio where if something did go wrong, we’re not as likely to end up in the ER.”

Sighing, Y/n rubbed her eyes. “Fine, let’s just get this over with, before I drown in embarrassment..”

About two and half hours of non-stop repetition of Jake lifting Y/n in the air passed. Sometimes he purposely lost footing so they both planted into the freezing lake water and other times he genuinely faltered. “Jake!”

“I’m sorry!” Thankfully at least one out of every ten attempts were a success. By that we’re talking they were able to hold the position for more than four seconds. “Okay, we’re done for the day.”

As the sun started to set, Jake climbed onto the dock before pulling Y/n up. “Thanks,” she took the towel he handed her, immediately squeezing the excess water from her hair. “Well that was fun.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled, grabbing his towel. “I think we made some great progress. We’ll go through the whole routine tomorrow and see what needs adjustments.” The showcase was in just over a week, meaning they were crunching down on time.

“Sounds like a plan.” Stars painted the sky, the two eventually sitting on the dock with their towels wrapped around them. Soft music played from Jake’s speaker.

“How’s it been for you?” Jake was the one to break the silence, “thinking about it, we haven’t really got the chance to catch up. New York still treating you well?”

“Oh uh,” Y/n swallowed, unsure of how to answer without sounding too pessimistic. “It’s been alright. I’ve been teaching for the last two years.”

“A teacher you say? Where at?”

“Frank Sinatra School of Arts.” Jake’s smile grew.

“That’s amazing!” Butterflies erupted at his praise. “I’m happy for you, Y/n, really. You’re inspiring the next generation.”

“Thanks,” she looked away, unable to keep eye contact when her heart was beating so fast. ‘Geez, why am I like this? He’s making me feel like I’m fourteen again.’ “I’ve enjoyed it. My students were amazing.” Jake raised a curious brow.

“Are you not teaching anymore?”

Y/n bit her lip, “well, I haven’t renewed my contract for the upcoming school year yet,” she paused before adding, “I’m waiting to find out if I got a spot on this tour I auditioned for.” Now Jake was super curious. Lots of artists were touring that summer. The Jonas Brothers, Big Time Rush, Kesha, SZA, and of course the much anticipated Era’s and Renaissance tours of Taylor Swift and Beyonce.

And Jake was going to be involved in one.

“Is it okay if I ask which one?” his tone had an underlying hint of excitement at the thought the two might work together. Traveling across the country in what would be one of the best experiences in their lives.

Her eyes narrowed with suspicion, “something tells me you have a secret, Jake Seresin. Would you like to share with the class what’s on your mind?”

Scratching his head, Jake answered, “I’m not really supposed to say…..but,” she held her breath, releasing with a low gasp, “I’ll be touring with Taylor Swift.”

“Wow,” the woman was speechless, breaking into a massive grin. “I-uh, wow, Jake that’s incredible! Congratulations!”

“Thank you,” he accepted her hug, not caring that their clothes were still damp. “I honestly didn’t believe I’d get it.” a playful slap landed on his arm.

“Please,” came her scoff, “You really thought Miss Americana herself would not see the talent in front of her?” Y/n mentally cheered in victory at the sight of his blush. “She’d be foolish to not have you as part of her time.”

“Okay okay,” he swatted her hands away with a chuckle. “Now answer my question.”

Once revealing who’s tour Y/n auditioned for, the two embarked on an hour long conversation about their careers and life. Jake mentioned how he had been in a relationship but it didn’t work out. Y/n vented on the ongoing emotional feud with her family--to which Jake told her, “It’s their loss for not seeing you the way the rest of the world does.”

Yeah, that made her melt.

By the end of the night there was a shift in the atmosphere. Both felt it, glancing away when they held eye contact longer than usually without a word passing by. They had suddenly become quiet, only the crickets singing through the trees.

“It’s getting late,” Y/n rushed out, moving to stand. “Same time tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” Jake mirrored her movements. “Same time.” Heading back to the cabins their families were staying at, they arrived at Y/n’s first.

Opening her mouth to say goodnight and avoid an awkward moment, Y/n’s words paused upon seeing Jake’s expression, “You look troubled.”

“I--,” he began before stopping, causing Y/n’s nerves to rise. “It’s nothing.”

The dancer wasn’t having it, “No, no no,” she playfully raised a hand, “you can’t leave me hanging like that, Jake. I thought we were friends.” Suddenly it became quiet again. Next thing Y/n knew was Jake softly grabbing her hand.

“You know I adore you right?”

Her heart skipped, “Not really, but I do now,” the light chuckle was obviously embedded with nerves. “I adore you too.”

“And we’ve been….rather close for a long time.”

“Yes,” the word trailed off her tongue, somehow managing to hold the eye contact Jake was giving her. She was practically pinned where she stood.

“I realize this isn’t the best time or way to say this,” his cheeks become rosy, “but I’ve really enjoyed these past couple weeks catching up and being able to dance again like we used to. And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t bring back some feelings I tried to ignore for fear it would ruin what we have.”

Y/n couldn’t believe what was happening, “Bring back?” Did the man she secretly longed for since they were teenagers want her too? After all this time? She nearly pinched herself.

Jake looked away, bringing his other hand to scratch his neck. “Yeah. Look, I understand if you don’t feel the same and I’m sorry for dropping this on you but after the party I felt like my world was finally on its axis. You…” he struggles finding the right words, “I can’t stop thinking about you and what we could be. You’re my best friend, Y/n. And I view you as someone I wanna dance with till we’re old and gray.”

“Jake,” his name was the softest it had ever been coming out of her mouth. Here was the moment she had been dreaming about. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

His reaction was immediate, “You--you feel the same?” The tone was that of disbelief and hope. Heart pounding beneath his skin.

Y/n cupped his face in her hands, grinning ear to ear, “There is no one else in this world I’d rather dance with than you, Jake. I’ve felt this way about you for as long as I can remember.”

Not wasting a second longer, Jake leaned down and captured her lips in a sweet kiss. Fireworks exploded between the two, the butterflies escaping their stomachs to swarm around them. Jake's lips were soft against hers, moving slowly as though to commit them to memory. When they pulled away, he kept his forehead against hers, “wow.”

She giggled, repeating, “wow.”

“Is this what Could 9 is supposed to feel like? Because I’m getting those vibes.”

Y/n threw her head back, laughing before covering her mouth when she remembered her family was asleep on the other side of the door, “You’re not the only one, hot shot. If this is what cloud 9 feels like then I never want to lose it.”

In the days following that magical night, the two continued their practice session. Perfecting the dance to where they didn’t even hear the music to be able to hit the steps right. When it came to the lift, however, Y/n was still worried of a disaster. Thankfully after several successful attempts at the studio she was able to let go of her doubt.

Plus she was tired of hearing Jake’s teasing.

Each night after parting ways that afternoon the two would meet up at the docks. Spending hours laying on the wood to watch the stars twinkle and talk about life. Then Jake would walk her back to the cabin, saying goodbye with a sweet kiss. With every minute they spent together, every dance, every kiss, both Jake and Y/n were falling more and more for each other.

One could go as far as to say it was love.

One could say they were having the time of their lives.

But of course what is life without a little drama? Y/n silently prayed drama would be avoided. Once in her life could things just be great? Without the everlying feeling of something going wrong?

Yeah, it was too good to be true.

“Jake!” a voice interrupted the peaceful morning, ripping the two apart from their kiss. They had gone for a jog together that morning around the lake, stopping at their usual spot of the docks before heading to the studio to practice for the night's event. Turning to the direction of the voice, Y/n’s eyes landed on a fiery redhead storming up the path. Her attention was on the man beside her, not hiding the obvious fact she was furious. “Who the hell is that?”

“Tatiana?” Jake’s tone was of shock and confusion. He let go of Y/n’s face he had been cradling, but kept a firm touch on her arm. “W-what are you--.”

“Is it so much to ask for you to answer your phone?” stopping in front of the two, her blazing hazel eyes locked on Y/n. “Who are you? And why the fuck were you making out with my boyfriend.”

“Excuse me?” she stammered, glacing at Jake who now looked pissed off. ‘He’s had a girlfriend this whole time?”

“I haven’t been your boyfriend since December, Tatiana,” he raised a pointed finger, casting a look to Y/n with pleading eyes that he was telling the truth. “We’ve been broken up for a while now.” he turned back to his ex, “You made that clear to me when you had me choose between the career I’ve spent decades building and you.”

There was anger in his tone, not pleased with her claims. Y/n didn’t know what to believe, all she could feel was a weight clamping down on her shoulder.

“Oh really,” removing her phone from her back pocket, Tatiana tapped the screen a few times before pushing it in Y/n’s face, “Does that seem like it to you.” Leaning forward, Y/n gulped at the sight of text messages indicating Jake and Tatianna had been in contact a few months prior. From the looks of it, Tatiana was hoping the two could pick up where they left off and Jake replying, ‘I’ll think about it,’ then it was silent until this past week where Tatiana sent texts asking when they could meet up. Jake, however, responded it wasn’t a good time and believed the two should stay friends.

“Y/n,” Jake started, glancing back between her and Tatiana, which only made her more perplexed. Unable to decipher what he was thinking. “Just please, wait right here.” He gently squeezed her arm, brushing their fingers together as he let go. Then before she could say anything, Y/n watched Jake gently escort Tatiana away from the docks. They went a good distance away to where Y/n was unable to hear the two. With Jake’s back to her, Y/n’s view was of the red head’s angry expression as she pushed her finger into Jake’s chest.

She saw him gently raise his hands, stepping away to escalate the situation. Y/n’s head spun, feeling a wave of nausea and the woman grabbed her water bottle from the ground. In a fast pace, Y/n stepped off the dock and onto the path leading back to the clubhouse. Once a distance away she broke out into a run, unaware if Jake saw her leave considering his back was to her. This was confirmed when she didn’t hear him call out for her.

Sprinting past the clubhouse, Y/n made a beeline for her cabin. Throwing the door open she moved past the living room not caring if anyone was there and straight to her bedroom where she locked the door behind her, pressing her back against it and sliding down to the floor to finally catch her breath.

Her water bottle had been drained, sweat coating her forehead and tears threatening to spill. Covering her mouth, Y/n refused to let the sob forming in her throat to release. There was no time to let her heartbreak. Not when the showcase was fast approaching.

The showcase.

“Fuck,” she sniffed, kicking off her shoes in the process. Of course it had to be that day all blows to hell. The perfect world she thought she finally obtained crashing down.

Of course she was being dramatic. Her life was shy from perfect, and this was another dent in the walls she tried to build.

She kept thinking of Jake. Willing herself to not jump to conclusions. He was clearly taken aback by Tatiana’s appearance. Even more when she called herself his girlfriend. Jake appeared rather offended by the accusation they were still together. Bottom line of the story: there was tension--especially animosity--between them, unfinished business if Y/n had to guess.

Whatever it was, she couldn’t bear to witness it. Right now she needs to think with a blank mind. And with Jake already spamming her phone, the solution for peace and quiet was to turn off her phone. Going as far as to power off her apple watch and not have music play while she showered.

The tears slowly cascaded while Y/n stood beneath the water. It was eerie with the silence, but it assisted with the clearing of her thoughts. Once clean Y/n dressed in comfy clothes and decided to nap for the remainder of the day. The morning had drained her, and until it came time to get ready for her dance with Jake--which she already dreaded--Y/n willed herself to sleep imagining what the day had been if his ex had never stepped foot on the docks.

“Need some help?” Y/n jumped, the hair clip falling from her hand. In the mirror she found Nat staring back at her with a sympathetic smile. “You look like you could use a hand.”

“Thanks,” she picked up the clip, holding up for Nat, who took it in her hand and stood behind Y/n. Gathering her hair up, Nat styled it in a messy but pretty updo.

“You seem tense for someone so used to the spotlight by now.”

A frown appeared, “It’s always nerve racking going on stage in front of people no matter how long you’ve done it.” Nat wasn’t buying it.

“Wanna talk about it? I know it’s more than a few nerves rustling your feathers, Y/n.”

Biting her lip, the dancer shrugged. “It wasn’t meant to be, Nat. Simple as that.” Sadness washed over her for the millionth time since that morning. She hasn’t seen Jake since, only replying to his several texts after a dozen unanswered calls to confirm she would still do the showcase.

Although part of her thought about backing out.

“What exactly happened?” Nat softly asked, moving to now help Y/n on her makeup. She was going for a simple look so she lightly concealed, blushed, highlighted and added some minimal eye makeup.

“Everything felt so amazing” she started, looking up as Nat dabbed the beauty blender under her eyes. “After we did the lift at the lake, we talked for hours on the dock and when he walked me back to the cabin….he told me how he felt about me,” Y/n could still feel the tingles on her lips, “and we kissed.”

Nat withheld squealing, knowing it was a bad moment considering it didn’t end the way she hoped for her best friend. Now she was conspiring on how to get payback on Jake. Filled with sudden disdain.

“The next few days went by--like I was walking on cloud 9. The way he looked at me, Nat,” Y/n connected their eyes, “It was magical.” Nat brushed powder onto her cheeks, followed by light blush and highlighter.

“And then what happened.”

Y/n’s shoulders dropped, making her slouch, “Jake’s ex showed up this morning.” Nat’s hand froze, a second passing before continuing its movement. “They broke up last year, but I guess they were in the works of getting back together. Because she was very vocal about it--not shy of asking who the fuck I was and why was I with her boyfriend.”

“And what was Jake’s reaction?”

Y/n waited until after Nat finished sweeping a thin coat of eyeliner to answer, “He denied it--was very shocked when she showed up out of the blue. Said that she ended things because he refused to choose her over his career. Then she went on about how they were talking things out--that a few months ago he said he’d think about it.” Y/n thought back to the texts, “She showed me the messages from this week. He rejected her invite to meet up and said that they should remain friends. Then he pulled her aside to talk where I couldn’t hear. I sorta left after that.”

Nat grabbed the mascara, “You didn’t wait for him to explain?”

“Could you blame me?” Y/n rebutted, a little on the defense but not saying it in a mean tone. “I was dealing with a hundred emotions. Confusion, embarrassment, shame, sadness, anger. I wanted to cry, I wanted to yell. But the only thing I could do was shut down and walk away.”

Nat said nothing, spraying Y/n’s face with a setting mist before handing her the tube of her favorite lipstick.

“I know,” Y/n groans, “I should’ve stayed--to at least hear him out. But I didn’t want to face the humiliation if it were true.”

“And if it’s not true?” Nat suggested, “What if he was genuine and they really are done? Where does that leave you two?”

Blotting the color onto her lips, Y/n capped the tube and threw it into her makeup bag with a shug, “I don’t know, Nat. We’ll find out tonight I guess.” Taking one last glance in the mirror, she added, “That’s if he shows up--which I doubt he won’t. He wouldn’t want to let Collins down.” leaning back in the char, Y/n turns to her friend. “Thanks for the hair and makeup.”

Nat patted her shoulder, “anytime. You look beautiful. That dress was made for you.” Y/n bore a light pink dress with a flowy skirt and corset styled top. It was similar to the one Baby wore in Dirty Dancing, ironically enough, but unique in its own way. She paired it with simple dance shoes.

“Thank you, Nat.”

A thought suddenly came to the brunette, “Hey, did you ever hear back from that audition?”

There was no hiding her grin, Y/n looked like a child having just received a gift from Santa, “I got a call back. They’re having me fly to L.A. next week to dance for them again.” Nat jumped from her seat, squealing and pulling the woman into a hug.

“Ah that’s amazing! Congratulations--I’m so so happy for you!!”

“Thank you,” Nat’s happiness was contagious, making Y/n giggle as they swayed side to side. “I can’t believe I’m so close.”

“I knew you’d get it,” Nat maveled, playfully pinching Y/n’s side making her swat at her hand.

The happy moment was interrupted right on cue as Mr. Collins rushed in. “There you are!” He was frantic, clipboard in hand. “I’ve been looking all over for you. Have you seen Mr. Seresin?” Y/n’s heart dropped.

“No,” was her response, heat coating her skin. “I thought he was here already.” Collins took a peek at his watch, groaning in annoyance.

“You guys are the last ones so that gives me hope he’s just running late,” Motioning for Y/n to follow him, the man leads the two out of the makeshift dressing room. “You’ll wait by the end of the side stage while the other performers have their turn. Then I’ll announce--hopefully both of you--and we’ll call this showcase a success. Which by the way,” he spins around, stopping Y/n in her tracks, “Do you happen to have a backup plan by any chance if our friend decides to be a no-show?”

Y/n stuttered lightly, hands up in a ‘Not really?’ She goes, “I mean I can whip something up--Not to toot my own horn but I’m pretty good at what I do and will dance to any music you give me.”

“Fantastic,” Collins snaps his finger, “We’ll work with that.” Spinning back again, Collins high tails it to the stage, Y/n taking claim to a chair a few paces from the steps. She spotted Nat seated with her family, Y/n’s own folks at a table in the far back. Almost like they were hiding from the rest of the guests, causing her heart to sink further.

Collins opened the showcase with an animated greeting to the audience. After some announcements and thanks to staff and sponsors who helped put the showcase together, he introduced the first of 10 performers on the list. Nearly all were the teens and children Y/n taught with Jake, the woman standing from her chair to cheer them on. At the eighth performance she froze at the sight of the blonde man behind the curtain. He hadn’t seen her yet, so Y/n ducked back to her chair, peeking slightly to find him conversing with Collins.

‘Well looks like I’m not getting out of this one,’ she thought to herself.

When the second to last performer appeared, Y/n found Nat in the audience. The two shared a look, Nat able to see the unease seeping off Y/n, and throwing her thumbs up in hopes to relieve some of it. The (y/h/c) shook her head slightly, but appreciated the gesture nonetheless with a small smile.

Mr. Collins glides to the stage one final time, “And now,” a quick glance to his clipboard, then to the side of the stage opposite of Y/n, a smile curling on his lips. “We have a very special presentation from two people who were kind enough to help me put this whole shabang together,” raising a hand out he announces, “Please welcome the beautiful and ever so talented, here to bring you the time of your life, Jake Seresin and Y/n L/n!!”

There was a light applause from the adults overshadowed by the children, teens, staff members, and Natasha. Y/n’s parents were unreactive, glancing at her siblings wondering if they knew to which they received shrugs.

Still sitting in a chair just off the stage, not moving despite the lights flashing on her, Y/n’s head was down. The door was not far. She could easily make an escape. But she felt eyes on from those within view and felt trapped. To run now would be a lifetime of embarrassment and shame.

“C’mon, Y/n,” she scolded under her breath. “It’s just one dance.” "Then you can go back to New York and pray this whole thing never happened.”

As the thought left her mind, footsteps came toward her, and Y/n glanced up to find Jake, dressed in black slacks and buttoned down enough to make a girl weak in the knees, staring down at her with an expression that took her breath away. It was as though they were the only two in the room, much like in the studio. Everyone else simply disappeared. Leaving two people who danced around feelings for years only to come together at that very moment.

Whatever hostility Y/n had for Jake was gone. She saw the pure love in his eyes. Pleading with her to give him a chance.

Simply holding his hand out to her, Jake held her gaze and spoke clearly for everyone to hear, “Nobody puts Y/n in a corner.” Had her heart not been beating at 100 miles per second, Y/n would’ve laughed at the reference. Considering how fitting it was to their situation.

The beginning lyrics of the song echoed as Jake led her to the middle of the stage. Already igniting applause from the audience who recognized it. “Now I’ve had the time of my life.” An arm snaked around her waist, pulling her to him. Never once straying eye contact “No, I’ve never felt this way before.” Y/n dipped back, Jake keeping her from falling to the floor until she was upright, “Yes I swear, It’s the truth. And I owe it all to you.”

“‘Cause I’ve,” Jake came around to her left, Y/n bringing up a hand which his own followed the trail of her arm. She caressed the side of his face. His group of friends hooting and hollering, “had the time of my life. And I owe it all to you.” A gentle kiss was placed on her nose.

Cheers from their students erupted when Jake spun Y/n, bringing a smile to both their faces as they began their routine. “I’ve been waiting for so long. Now I’ve finally found someone to stand by me.” Natasha whistled from her seat, “Yeah!”

“We saw the writing on the wall. As we felt this magical fantasy.”

All through the dance Y/n never once stopped grinning. Jake’s aura, the nostalgia of the song, and the love she had for dance were contagious. “Now with passion in our eyes, there’s no way we could disguise it secretly.” Unbeknownst to the woman, her parents and siblings were watching in awe. Having been the first time they truly watched her perform. “So we take each other’s hands,” Jake spun her again, Y/n throwing her arms in the air, head swaying back and forth. “‘Cause we seem to understand the urgency.”

“Just remember,” the pace picked up. “You’re the one thing. I can’t get enough of. So I’ll tell you something,” Y/n was lifted, dress flowing as Jake twirled them in circles. The audience applauded with glee.

“I’ve had the time of my life. No, I never felt this way before.” The cheers heightened when the two pressed against each other, the sight very intimate. “Yes, I swear, it’s the truth. And I owe it all to you.” Jake snuck a kiss to her cheek, moving away to leap off the stage. “Hey, baby!” Y/n tilted her head back in laughter, fingers on the hem of her dress skirt and swaying to the beat.

“With my body and soul, I want you more than you’ll ever know. So we’ll just let it go, don’t be afraid to lose control, no.” It was Jake’s moment to shine. He fed off the energy of the crowd, winking at his boys in the back hyping him up. Y/n caught Natasha’s thumbs up, the two sharing a silent victory. “Yes I know what’s on your mind. When you say, ‘Stay with me tonight’.”

“Stay with me. Just remember,” Jake danced up and down the aisle, “You’re the one thing. I can’t get enough of. So I’ll tell you something,” locking eyes, they gave each other a nod. “This could be love,” staff helped Y/n off the stage, the woman bolting toward Jake, “because--.” Squeezing every muscle in her body, Y/n exhaled in relief as she was successfully lifted in the air.

“I’ve had the time of my life. No, I’ve never felt this way before.” It was a spectacular scene around them with everyone jumping from their seats, in awe of what they were witnessing. “Yes, I swear (yes I swear), it’s the truth. And I owe it all to you.”

Y/n giggled the whole way down, arms sliding over Jake’s shoulder who shared her happiness. “‘Cause I’ve had the time of my life. And I’ve searched through every open door,” Several people joined in the celebration. Spouses dancing together, children off beat but having the time of their life like the song called for. “‘Til I found the truth. And I owe it all to you.” Even Y/n’s parents managed to get on their feet.

Finally seeing their daughter for who she was.

“Are you okay?” he asked her, the first words spoken between the two. It made her heart skip, filled with an overwhelming surge of happiness.

“I feel like I’m on cloud 9,” the response had Jake chuckle, pulling her closer to him as he voiced, “me too, doll.”

They kept their gaze on one another, swaying chest to chest, the tune became softer, “Now I’ve had the time of my life. No I never felt this way before (never felt this way),” Jake’s hand caressed her cheek, Y/n leaning into it. “Yes, I swear, It’s the truth (It’s the truth),” the two leaned in at the same time, Bill Medley’s voice belting the final lyric of the bridge, “And I owe it all to you!”

The kiss set off a million fireworks. Just like it did the first time. They didn’t know if the cheers around them were intended for the two, but they didn’t stop the kiss to find out. Y/n’s hand covering Jake’s on her face, brushing her fingers over his knuckles, “I’ve had the time of my life. No, I never felt this way before (never felt this way). Yes, I swear, it’s the truth (it’s the truth). And I owe it all to you.” Pulling away, Jake’s touch remained.

“Be my dance partner,” were his words, pushing through the ending chorus. ‘Be mine,’ “Forever.”

“‘Cause I’ve had the time of my life. And I’ve searched through every open door.”

Y/n brushed her lips against his. Uttering nothing more than a simple, “Yes.”

“‘Til I found the truth. And I owe it all to you…”

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Study Partners ; KIM JIWOONG

PAIRING nonidol!jiwoong , afab!reader

GENRE SMUT 18+

SYNOPSIS Being best friends since childhood, it’s not too hard for fall for your best friend and tutor, yeah?

WORD COUNT 2511

WARNINGS kissing, oral (reader receiving), best friend since childhood trope, fingering, hair pulling, fluff, use of both lube and protection, jiwoong likes to ask for consent, feminine pet names, reader is a praise whore (me too)

♫ love on the brain - rihanna

a/n day thirteen of kinktober! i think best friend slash tutor jiwoong is super attractive (and his hands ?? 😵‍💫) so this was a bit self indulgent i won’t lie.. if you enjoyed please consider liking and reblogging as it helps ! ty <3

You glance up from your workbook, catching a glimpse of your tutor, Jiwoong, staring at you with the most blatantly obvious bored expression on his face. Neither of you wanted to be stuck in your bedroom, your mother repetitively coming to drop off sliced fruits and drinks every hour on the dot. Jiwoong and your mother’s were best friends since their high school days which meant you were thrown into the highly unfortunate, “forced to be friends” trope. Pushing your workbook away from yourself you tuck your chin into your arms, raising an eyebrow as Jiwoong starts to get up from the floor.

“Are you going home?”

Jiwoong nods, collecting his books into his hand, reaching for his bag that is laid next to him, you puckering your lips and nodding.

“Tell your Mom that I don’t need your tutoring anymore, it’s not like it’s helping anyways.”

The last part you grumble, barely audible, Jiwoong scoffing with an annoyed smirk as he bids you goodbye, leaving to go back next door. Not only did you go to college with Jiwoong but living next to him with both your Moms being best friends was inherently exhausting within itself. Both of you entering your senior year of college meant that they’d be on your backs to study, suggesting that the two of your study together at each other’s homes. Neither of you spoke up with your disinterest in doing so, ultimately deciding it was easier to do what you were told than speak up and say no.

Standing up from your spot on the floor, you plopped down onto your bed, falling backwards to lay flat against the mattress. You were exhausted from your long day of class, your eyes growing heavy whilst your mind began to wonder off. Your eyes shoot open, you scream into your hand, sitting up looking around your bedroom as if someone had intruded on you and your very scary (and highly inappropriate) thoughts about Jiwoong. Ultimately you decided to swallow and repress them, taking an ice cold shower before bed to help rid yourself of any thoughts.

A few days later and you still cannot shake the thoughts that plagued your mind, being reminded of them each time you opened the front door to let him in for tutoring. Your eyes wander down to his hands, gulping as he asks if he could come in, apologizing with a blush as you step out of the way. Studying is almost impossible as everything feels heightened in the space of your bedroom.

“What are you planning to do for your team project?” Jiwoong asked while rolling up the sleeves to his shirt, making your face turn beet red, trying to hide the fact by placing your book directly in front of your face.

“Um, I haven’t planned it out just yet, we’re currently deciding on the topic.”

Jiwoong snorts, you dropping the book onto the table making him flinch and swear under his breath startled.

“Why don’t you pick the topic yourself and dish them out tasks instead? Waiting on them to decide if they want to help or not.”

You know what Jiwoong meant, implying to not be a pushover and take charge, you telling him to calm down as he repeatedly encourages you to text them, taking your phone out and sending the text. The response is overall good, the one teammate being a bit passive aggressive with their response but you choose to ignore it, going back to your book now a little less stressed with work. Jiwoong lifts his hand up, giving the top of your head a few slow pets, making you freeze with widened eyes.

“Good girl.”

Jiwoong’s words bounce around your skull making you blink in confusion and undoubtedly horniness, chuckling nervously as you shy away from his hand. He drops his hand apologizing, you being a little too quick to reassure him it was perfectly fine, smiling sheepishly with your face instantly flushing. Quietness blanked over the room as you both refocused on your respective studies, you feeling a bit unfocused thanks to Jiwoong’s words from earlier, Jiwoong himself becoming a distraction all together. Your eyes linger from his unholy sculptured features, traveling down his shoulders, a little sad his first three buttons aren’t undone like usual, stopping at his hands. Those stupid hands. The very hands that have held yours multiple times throughout the years since childhood, the hands that had just petted your hair, the hands you ached to have in between your thighs. It’s painfully hard to focus as Jiwoong asks if you’re ok, stumbling over your words as you try to play it off as just being tired, Jiwoong raising an eyebrow in suspicion.

“You sure you’re ok?”

You swallow before nodding, giving Jiwoong a faint smile as you clenched your thighs together, it grows increasingly difficult to think or keep yourself out together. Jiwoong places down his pencil, leaning towards you over the table, making you lean back with a flushed face, as you asked him what he was doing. He caresses your cheek into his hand, his smile making you weak in the knees thankful you were sitting down.

“What Jiwoong?” You asked again, pretending to be oblivious to his actions, although not that they made much sense anyways. Jiwoong smirks as his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, bouncing back into place as he finishes swiping across it. Your breath hitches in your throat not sure how exactly to feel or react to this, wanting it so desperately your limbs felt nearly numb.

“You’re so god awful pretty.”

The words make your heart nearly stop beating, scanning his face looking for any indication he was joking, screaming in your head practically begging for him to be serious. The look in your eyes must’ve given you away as Jiwoong leans closer, his eyes darting from your lips back to your eyes.

“May I?”

Nodding, you wait for him to kiss you, softly saying yes before he pressed his lips against your own. They’re soft, almost too soft, the subtle hint of stubble brushing over your top lip as your lips worked in harmony. Impatience numbs your limbs as you wrap your hands around both his forearms, silently begging for him to come closer, Jiwoong not disconnecting from you once as he moved around the small table. He pulls you onto his lap, his hands warm on the small of your back, the other just barely touching the exposed skin on your waist, intoxicating you with his touch. Shaky gasps fall from you when Jiwoong swipes everything off the table, open pencil bags spilling across the floor. Giggling when Jiwoong lifted you up by your waist to place you on top of the table, not wasting any time to spread your legs apart much to your embarrassment. His hands trail up your thighs as he teases you for your underwear saying he didn’t take you as a lace wearer, threatening to kick him if he didn’t put his annoying mouth to proper use. Placing open mouthed kisses on the areas of your legs that your skirt failed to cover, you hum in approval, combing your fingers through his hair tugging at the ends between clenched fingers.

“Jiwoong,” you breathlessly moaning as you let your head fall back as he takes his hands, hiking up your skirt and wrapping his fingers around the band of your panties. Lifting your hips up enough for him to slide them down your legs, hurriedly kicking them off aimlessly to get him back where you wanted him most. Jiwoong moves a hand up your right thigh moving your leg up to get a better access to you. The kisses he leaves up your thighs before stopping just over your cunt, his breath fanning hot over you making you shiver with need, looking down at him with a desperate pout. Jiwoong looking up at you through his eyelashes with that smirk makes you nearly faint, wrapping both hands into his hair to keep him in place as he pushes himself face first into your cunt. His lips brush over your clit giving it opened mouth kisses before focusing his tongue to lick a wet stripe down your slit, delving it into your hole as he moves you closer to his face. Breathy moans fall from your lips as you lay back against the table, head hanging off the edge as you keep your fingers in place, desperate to keep Jiwoong. His hand travels from your thigh to meet alongside his tongue, making you swear under your breath when he slowly pushes a single finger into you.

“Sh, relax, baby.” Jiwoong hushes you as he relaxes you, which allows a second finger to slip in easily, your eyes rolling back as he laps you up. You’re overwhelmed with pleasure not being coherent enough to think or speak complete sentences, being reduced down to noises and broken sentences.

“Want more.”

“Hm?”

You look down at Jiwoong chewing on your lip before repeating yourself, the smile on his face lighting up as he slowly pulls away, standing up to strip. Watching in awe as his fingers undo his dress shirt, the black fabric being tossed elsewhere in the room, your cunt wet with need as he unhooks his belt. The sound of the metal clicking together makes you genuinely insane, clenching around nothing as he steps out of his slacks, his dick hard in his boxers. By any means he’s not painfully huge but he’s definitely above average, praying internally to be able to take him. Watching him take off his boxers nearly takes you out, his dick hard against his lower abdomen making you want him more. He asks if you have any lube and condoms, pointing to your bedside table telling him to look in the drawer.

“Huh, you’re that type of girl huh?”

You arch yourself to be able to see him, sitting up in a panic going to slam the drawer nearly crushing his fingers.

“Pretend you saw nothing.”

“Aw why? Embarrassed that your best friend saw your vibrator?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Oh so scary.”

Jiwoong smirks, taking the lube and condom in his hand, wrapping his other hand around your waist as he pushes you onto your bed. His knee pushes up against your cunt, making you flush red, suddenly shy from him being in your bed. Ripping the condom open with his teeth, he places a generous amount of lube onto his dick before using the lube covered hand to roll the condom on, humming at the sensation. Seeing him work up makes you giddy, licking your bottom lip as you watch him, gasping when he wraps his hands around the back of your knees, pulling you flush to him. His fingers rub over your cunt making you hum in satisfaction, mumbling for him to hurry, him chuckling calling you impatient as he aligns himself to you. Jiwoong slowly starts to push into you, your fingers curled around his forearms as your mouth hangs open due to the stretch. He gives you time to relax, praising you as he carefully pushes until he bottoms out, you grunting in slight pain but it becomes pleasure when you familiarize with the size. Giving him the ok, he begins to roll his hips, his thighs meeting against yours - - making him hit the places you wanted him for so long. He leans down to catch you into a kiss, comforting you as he begins to pick up pace, the sound of skin hitting skin making your brain foggy. Moaning against his lips he swallows each and every single one, his praises being lost as the pressure begins to blossom in the pit of your stomach. Wrapping a hand around the back of his neck, you curl your fingers around the baby hairs that laid there.

“More, faster, please.”

You can feel Jiwoong smirk against your lips, knowing the exact shit eating grin he was sporting, him obliging by quickening his hips, snapping against you hard enough to leave harsh red marks. Throwing your head back you babble how good it felt, how good he felt, burying your face into the crook of his neck as you moaned uncontrollably. Without warning he hits you in your bundle of nerves, your vision blurring letting him know to keep it up, fingernails digging deep into his shoulders. Pleasure builds up in your stomach until it becomes too much, begging to cum, Jiwoong petting the side of your head telling you to breathe and cum for him. The soft tenderness of his praises mixed in with his own moans is enough to tip you over the edge, clinging to him as you cum, vision stark white with stars bordering the edges. Your breathing relaxes as Jiwoong continues to help you through your orgasm, focusing on his own, snaking one hand up to intertwine your fingers with his. He leans his other arm down so his forearm is pressed against the mattress by your head, quickening his thrusts, stopping when he cums, thighs spasming as he slowly rides it out in waves. Both of you are panting heavily trying to catch your breath when he slowly pulls out, groaning at the drag alongside your walls. Jiwoong pulls off the condom, tying it close before finding your box of tissues, wrapping it up before tossing it into the trash. Jiwoong offers to help you clean up, asking him to grab you a wet cloth, cleaning yourself up as he pulls on his boxers. You watch him as he cleans up your school supplies, looking for your clothes as you get dressed.

“How do you feel?”

You look over blushing as Jiwoong is finishing getting dressed, slightly sad to see him clothed.

“I feel really good, less tense. How do you feel? Was it ok?”

Jiwoong looks at you in confusion, walking up to you to caress your cheek into his hand, pressing a kiss to your lips between each word.

“You were incredible, I swear. We should do this more often, what do you say, baby?”

A blush creeps up from your neck to your cheeks, giggling when Jiwoong lifts you up from your thighs to wrap your legs around your waist. His hands cup your ass as he kisses you, asking if you could promote him from tutor to boyfriend. You giggle at him, nodding in agreement giving him another kiss before wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a hug.

“Best friend to tutor to now boyfriend? Be careful, someone might call me greedy.” You joked.

Jiwoong laughs, bringing you up to lay your back flat against the wall, trailing his lips and kisses both down your neck to leave marks.

“Greedy? I like greedy, I want you to claim me as your own, as I am with you.”

Nodding, you both promise to be greedy with another, making out until you beg him to take you back to bed, forgetting about studying all together.

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Please tell us you’ll do a part 2 for your head canon about Leon’s girlfriend finding out about Ada and Claire. Surely he wouldn’t just let her run off like that if he loves her.

All you need to know is that while I was writing this part, I listened to "I Love How You Lie" - Eminem feat. Rihanna. At least twenty times. Maybe more.

There is no physical violence here, but you can see a broken Lеon when his girlfriend left for TWO months without explanation. Fuck knows why Tumbler gave me some character restrictions in the last post, but out of fear I shortened some part of the text. (And this time there were no such gifts)

Tornado meets volcano.

So, a few people asked for the second part and I translated it as far as I could into English. Enjoy it if you can.

I like this text. I consider this one of my best works (I think it looks much better on the original).

If you need a translation of the third part, then let me know. Because of the fucking restriction, I'm not sure it's worth putting this whole story out.

As Cersei Lannister once said, "Love is poison. Yes, it is sweet, but it kills no worse than any other".

Because of one man, you have no desire to go out into the daylight, there is no reason to smile or laugh. The realization that for Leon you were nothing more than a beautiful doll still makes the heart bleed and quietly cry into the pillow looking for salvation in the night while everyone is sleeping.

It seems that there will be no end to this pain, and your hero turned out to be the main villain in your story, because of which you suffer. You allowed yourself to be deceived, you allowed yourself to be played with. You're the one who let a stranger become someone close. You're the one who let Leon rip out his heart, leaving a gaping wound that's slowly rotting away.

Nevertheless, you still miss his warm, slightly rough hands at night, who hugged you tightly, hugging you on cool nights. Now this whole stupid story reminds of how the moth flew into the light and eventually burned to the ground, so that only ashes remained of it. The truth is that the fire is Leon, and you are a stupid moth that has gone out. Although now, looking at the night sky, pressing your knees to your stomach, hugging yourself tightly, despite the great loss, you hope one day to start shining brighter than comets again.

Carey called last week, telling the latest news and gossip, not forgetting to mention your boyfriend who came to college looking for you, but she lied to him saying she didn't know where you were and where you disappeared. Leon hardly believed it, but he was not a man who beat the truth out of others. At least not from stupid students. But your happiness is that he did not know where your parents' house was, which means that in any case his search will not be successful.

You're very happy about it. Here you allow yourself to walk through the fields, remembering your youth and go with your father to the forest, just like in childhood jumping on the biggest stones. In the evening, the old man plays guitar to you and your mother while you and her clean up the dishes after a hearty dinner. Here at home, your wounds don't ache so much from the pain, and you look with laughter at the childhood photos taken by your mother in Calcutta, when you wrapped yourself in someone's sari trying to repeat the movements of Indian dancers. Flipping through the pages, you came across a photo with your fifth birthday, where you joyfully got dirty with a birthday cake.

And while your parents were laughing, you suddenly remembered that for some reason Leon didn't have more than one child's photo. Then, for some reason, he still said that his parents died quite early, but it was a sore subject that the two of you never touched on with him again. But he really liked to hear about your childhood adventures.

So you thought…

You so wanted to escape from the noisy city, away from Leon, and now involuntarily the soul is drawn to him. Although it doesn't make sense to dream about a summer together anymore. You had a wonderful, romantic love. You left Leon your dream of living together, but he never touched on the topic of future family with you.

It was really funny. Your father still doesn't like your first high school crush, even though you were fifteen and there was nothing between you and this guy but a chaste kiss on the cheek, this guy was forever blacklisted by your father. To make him think about Leon, who was twelve years older? Most likely, he would have tried to shoot him with his hunting rifle.

All the things, books, clothes, cosmetics, even the phone - everything is left with Leon and you will have to come back for them anyway. However, the mere thought of the collision of these sapphire eyes makes, the body goosebumps. You can lick your wounds at home, but there…all the scabs will open up again if only he touches you. If he suddenly says that Ada does not matter to him, however, by that smile and the compact in his bedside table, you realized that she would always be in the first place for him.

I wonder how long he's been looking for you? You called your friend because you wanted to clarify (and once again slash at the heart with a sharp knife of truth) whether Leon appeared in college or tried to reach you through friends, but the truth is cruel: he wasn't looking for you. Of course, it was probably stupid to worry, but you hoped that you meant something to him at least a little.

Leon has become your sweet poison.

Somehow, all thoughts returned to him alone. You are ready to fall into the abyss after him, get a hundred bullets instead of him, but it was his bullet that killed you.

Therefore, no matter how much you love him, the mind, and not the remnants of feelings, tells you a reasonable "Let him go." This is what needs to be done, and it will be the right thing to do.

Unfortunately, Leon is not the hero of Tolkien's beautiful story. He is not Beren, and you are not his Luthien. Funny comparison… But this is an analgesic balm, so you can stand firmly at the door of the apartment from which you escaped a little more than two months ago.

However, uncertainty again knocked down your legs at the very last minute, turning you into a mess with swollen red eyes, drowning in a puddle of your own tears. But to hell with it! You weren't tempted to listen to his voice or reread old messages, so why the hell are all these fucking feelings coming back out?! The cleaner handed you the keys and you exhaled with relief, hoping that you would have time to pick up all the things before Leon returned and then the need for an explanation would disappear by itself.

You will simply disappear from his life. He will cherish his love for Ada Wong or find someone who will not mind being a replacement for this irreplaceable woman.

But you cross the threshold of the house, leaving the keys on the bedside table, intending to finish it as soon as possible. This person is not capable of loving you, and by and large your days together are numbered. This is what you repeat to yourself, pulling out of the closet a large suitcase and a bag, alternately putting your things there.

Yes, you notice a few bottles of alcohol in the kitchen, a mess and your phone. Leon unlocked it, and you think that maybe he decided to check your correspondence or recent calls, but he definitely didn't find anything "criminal". Because Ada Wong didn't write to you.

Without wasting precious time, you continue packing, still taking the phone and putting it in your coat pocket. Your blouses, dresses, underwear…actually, you wouldn't mind quickly changing into more comfortable clothes than the one you took from home. But still discarding the thought of changing clothes, you zipped up suitcase, grabbing an empty bag with her free hand to put all the cosmetics there. You turn around to go to the dressing table and…freeze.

Leon.

He tricked you. He wasn't on your side. Burn it with fire, but he will not see you in tears. You won't stay with him and let him tear you to pieces. You are not the heroine of Lana Del Rey's music video…

But Leon was just silently watching your hurried movements. With those deep bruises under his eyes and a faraway look. He looked so exhausted that you wanted to go up to him and kiss him almost on a reflex level, but your brain was still saying "let him go! Save the remnants of your poor heart!"

You thought one thing, and Leon did not understand why you poured caustic poison on him in this way, running away without explaining anything. Smouldering like a coal, he was still just glad to see you alive and unharmed. And yet the sandcastle that he was building with you was now being destroyed on his hands.

The only thing Leon knows is that if he loses you, he will lose his only home.

"I can't…I'm leaving you," you whispered, still fiddling with the strap of the bag, watching the light blue eyes darken in an instant.

"What do you mean?" - Leon takes the bag out of your hands, throwing it on the bed at the same time looking strangely at the already packed suitcase. - "Baby, if you've been wanting to tell me something for a long time, then you should have done it, and not run the devil knows where without money and a phone. What was I supposed to think? Where have you been? You haven't been to college for two months!"

My God, your body is screaming again, as it did then: "Run." Although it was a lie. Leon's voice remains even, calm… and gentle. Just don't run away from him. His hand gently grabs your palm, warming it, forcing the blood to circulate through your veins. He's been so damn worried, missed you so much, that he seriously thinks he'd rather tie you to a bed and set the fucking house on fire than let you leave.

"I'm not her. But I'm not a fucking piece of cake that you can take whenever you see fit. I loved you, but I don't want to see you anymore. I don't want to talk to you and know you."

The good question is, who is going to hurt who now? Some part of you wants to cause him at least a fraction of the pain that you experienced, while Leon becomes a shadow of his former self in front of your eyes from these words. You fucking promised him! Be with him!

"I'm not Ada Wong. I'm not a mysterious spy. But I'm not your toy either, Leon. I'm the fucking person whose feelings you played with! When I loved you so much that it went beyond sanity, you loved a completely different woman!"

You're crying, turning away from him to grab the remnants of things and throw them into a fucking bag and run far, far away to start all over again. Away from Leon and his woman in red. The main thing is that he does not look at you with that sad, tired look, otherwise you will not stand it and burst into tears out loud. Do you want to yell at him when he asks one simple question, "Is it because of Ada? Is she the reason you left?"

But you turn around abruptly.

"No. The reason is you, not her. You hurt me. Not Ada. She's the part of you that you'll never let go of. "

This quote and the compact should be enough for him to understand. But it drives to lose your mind. Your love melts when you look at him and listen to his tacit consent. He would never let this woman go. And you still have some remnants of pride. "Maybe you're right." - This is what finally breaks your love. Next to him, you become quieter, smaller…Leon won another round, and you lost to him. Your heartbeat slows down, but his words finally force you not to let him touch you.

"Good" - Your lips whispered it so simply. As if it doesn't hurt at all. "I'm leaving."

"Don't!" - Almost a plea, but you jump away from Leon when he grabs you by the shoulders and pulls you to him. Despite how much you missed him, now in order to save yourself, your brain began to make a monster out of him. "I won't let you go. I love you, you know that! That should be enough!"

"But it's not enough! You love her and you will always choose her from the two of us. I'm not coming back to you anymore. I'm NOT her replacement! I won't fall into these nets anymore!

This is your end.

The last point. You don't know how to continue to believe in better days, but it's time to part. It's time to leave and forget this feeling. You resist when Leon tries to hold you to him. This is what tears apart. You just loved him. Your emotions are in a mess, you don't even realize right away that you are choking on the howl of that same beaten dog. How can you love and hate him at the same time?

That's all. Leave. Run. But you fall to your knees because you can't do anything against him! You love him so much! Whether he's a monster or a scoundrel. What should you do? It shouldn't be like that at all.

"Angel, believe me! It has not been as important as it used to be for a long time. I love you. That message doesn't mean anything!" - His hands hold you tightly by the waist, not allowing you to leave. He also loves you no less than you love him. Why didn't you just tell him what was bothering you? - "You are my love."

He's fucking lying. He wasn't even looking for you.

"Let me go!" - You scream, remembering all the nights with him without sleep, when everything was fine. You want to believe in this fucking lie, but in order to escape, you grab the very last thread, strike a fatal blow: "I don't love you anymore!"

It was painful. Leon feels a ringing in his ears and wants to loosen his grip at the last second, but for some reason he leans against the top of your head, still hoping that you are lying.

"It is not true." You both knew that. You heard only a pulse pounding and one boundless silence. You would be ashamed to look at yourself in the mirror, but Leon turns you over to face him, wiping the wet tracks of tears on his swollen cheeks with his thumbs. - "I don't believe it. Princess, if you would tell me…I was going crazy. You ran away without even explaining anything. Do you really believe that I could hurt you? I love you, not her. That's all you need to know. I will always choose you."

"I want to leave." Leon nods negatively, feeling a lump in his throat, but you want to leave him. You've already decided everything. Even for the first time, only now he continues to deprive you of strength, being your biggest weakness. Even if you feel calm right now, burying your nose in his neck, you have to do it.

"Please don't say that…"

"But it's true!"

Leon's hands close around your waist as he kisses your temple. He has found you and right now he is holding you in his arms not so that you will leave. Not so that everything that you both have been building for so long will collapse. He doesn't need tears to hurt. He needs you.

And again a single tear falls from your eyelashes. Why is he lying to your face? Why did you become his victim? But you can't order your heart and you can't lie to your soul - you want your love for him to disappear like a bird in the sky, what a pity that miracles don't happen.

You are bound by these hands and absolutely unarmed. Hell, you can't even leave as beautifully as Ada always does.

"You don't want that, I know. Please baby…We can talk about it. Look at me." - You're doing it. Idiot. You look at him when his gentle touches become rough, as long as you just don't look away. Unlikely you could have turned your head even a couple of degrees. - "It's all good."

It would be better if you died now. There is no doubt in your sincere love… he will always come back to her. Therefore, not a damn thing is all right! You're not okay! It's you who are suffering from agony, while he just needs the warmth of a young body.

This is what you shout at him, pushing him away from you, getting to your feet, grabbing a suitcase. You don't care about anything anymore! You're running away forever. Leon's reaction, however, is faster than yours, and he manages to intercept you faster than you get to the open door, throwing the damn suitcase aside.

You are probably the unluckiest girl.

A familiar record of Leon's promises that he loves you. He pinned you against the wall, hanging like a mighty rock, cutting off escape routes. At this moment, you do not have enough air, as if the breathing taps have been blocked.

"Princess…" - You smile bitterly. A princess who was banished from her own kingdom and from his heart. You turn from a princess into a prisoner. It was he who left you a deep crater instead of a heart. -"You're not her, but that's why I'm with you. I don't love you for your body. If I wanted a beautiful girl for the night, then this relationship would never have happened."

"Please go" - The request hidden from the lips responds with a dull pain inside Leon. Taking a step towards you, he bumps into an obstacle from your hands that have fallen on his chest. - "I don't want to be second place anymore."

All Leon is thinking about at this very second, while you are tearing his skin and flesh getting to his heart in shreds, which bastard drove this thought into your head?

You're the reason he's still alive. How can you want to leave him after he has allowed you to become a part of his life? He's been looking for you these fucking two months! Sometimes, in a frenzy, I rushed after every passerby thinking that it was you. You are his most beloved person, so how can you leave him?

Why has everything changed so much? Because of that stupid message from Ada and the compact, which he hadn't thought about for a long time. He just threw it away and forgot, not thinking that you can find it, but if you find it…Why didn't you just ask him about it?! He would have gotten rid of this item in front of you!

You have to stay. But you had different points of view on the situation.

He couldn't fucking sleep in a shared bed, thinking about where you were and who you were with. What if you had actually been killed in an alley somewhere? But the way your friend calmly said that he allegedly knew nothing about your whereabouts made him calm down, because he was sure that this girl was not one of those who are in the dark. So you were either with her or at least safe.

The thought of another man who could touch you the way he touched you turned him inside out. You couldn't run off to another guy to hurt him even more. That's not your style.

"You always came first." - It's true, but why the hell do you think it's a lie? How can you think that he has someone else?! What the fuck is wrong with you? - "Since came into my life. All I ever wanted was you."

Leon wants this whole two-month performance to be a fucking manipulation. God, he'll forgive you for your stupidity. He will strip you naked, hold you close and tell you that he loves you very much. The main thing is not to leave. He'll take you wherever you want, just stay with him. Don't lie to him that you don't love him!

"I don't believe you." - The end. - "You're right, my heart is full of blind love for you, but enough of this torment. My biggest mistake is to think that you loved me too. I'm tired of this pain, and if I stay here, it will kill me once. I want to be happy. But to become one of them, you don't have to be in my life! Аlthough I love the way you lie."

"Don't say that!" - Leon grabbed you, hugging you to him, which is why the familiar smell of cologne hit you in the nose, which made you want to close your eyes, enjoying it. You become a disassembled puzzle in his hands again. - "I've never lied to you! Not a single day. Princess, Ada was an important part of my life. However, what I feel for her is nothing compared to what I felt for you. Believe in it."

And that's what you want. It seems that only one step separates you from the possibility of leaving. You pressed against his shoulder-so strong, warm, safe, while his palm covered the back of your head.

So weak. Grabbed him by the back, giving a spark of hope that you will stay. Instilling in him the hope that now he will calm you down and you will put on these shackles again when he puts you on the bed and makes love sex to you.

You thought it would be easier to do.

"That's it. It's all good. I'm here with you. You're with me." - Leon's voice is shaking. If you believe him now… remember the compact in his bedside table. Push him away! Save yourself! - "I love you."

He is the one who kisses your tears from your cheeks and nose. He holds your neck, so it seems he can squeeze it until it crunches in order to end your life, but Leon just strokes the skin with his thumb.

Leon's heartbeat slows down, returning to a normal rhythm. And you are his little favorite toy, which he takes away from the door, confident that everything is in the past. Sure he convinced you. And you take six whole steps forward with him, glancing at the suitcase he threw.

Your pulse is pounding in your temples. If you stay, then only God will know how much loneliness you can endure. Leon may not be cheating on you physically, but his thoughts will always be with the woman in red. With Ada. He will always come back to her.

If you stay, you will lose yourself forever. You suddenly thought that one day you would want children, but Leon's work does not imply their presence. Then even they won't be your outlet. And one day, the best solution would be to just kill yourself. Poison, knife, rope… you will be so broken by him that you will absolutely not care.

You're leaving. Point.

Don't forget about all the happy moments that he gave you, but don't you dare let him destroy you!

If you can't leave like Ada, then do it your way. Even if it looks ugly and pathetic. You may look like a beaten dog, but you will be ALIVE.

Someday this day will be just a nightmare from which you could wake up. Just find a little strength in yourself to take the handle of the suitcase and… leave.

Then you bend down, grab the handle and lift your luggage off the floor as Leon takes a few small steps away from you, intending to remove the empty bottles and finally throw Ada's compact away. He knows that you picked up the suitcase and for ten whole seconds was sure that you just want to put things back in their places.

So scary.

Both him and you.

"Sorry." - You exhale. It's so complicated. Either God is such a masochist, or you yourself. Leon looks at you and doesn't believe you. Some strange smile appears on his lips mixed with despair.

"Sweetheart, wait."

"Goodbye Leon"

And you're really leaving him.

You run out of the apartment like the first time, leaving him alone. But you won't come back.

Your days together were numbered.

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Your moon sign 🌟✨💫and your relationship with your mother, and how your mother was, or how they were inspired🧚🏽‍♂️💘🌹🥀

Aries 🌑 moon ♈️🐏💪🤗

So you are an Aries moon, you may have had a mum who is very business orientated, very brave and cardinal . She got through a lot of situations on her own for being headstrong, a leader, a pioneer in the area , a fighter and just a strong force at a young age you may have felt very responsible for your mother, physically or mentally, it’s not always the case, but I’ve seen this a lot with Aries moons where they have a grudge against their mother, or Aries placements in general. They are quite independent people that aren’t always family orientated unless it comes to their own family they create.  I’ve noticed in some cases. Also that Aries moons can become of pies and also quite aggressive and fuck you stay away from me, resting bitch, tape face, kind of energy,your mum might of had similar childhood, Aries is the first sign of zodiac so represents you the new things that come in spring, how things can be created. The first person to do something you may on an emotional level want somebody who was action orientated but also has a need for passion and be able to live life in the fast lane, but also be able to quickly change that too. You don’t hold grudges for too long, but like I said,try not come across too angry ,as it might push people away .

Here are some example’s of Aries moons 🌒, KENDRA WILKINSON. KENDALL JENNER , RIHANNA , SELENA GOMEZ , PAMELA ANDERSON , ANGELINA JOLIE ,WHITNEY HOUSTON .

So you these ladies have a fierce role ,although some super girly and feminine nine,they definitely have a edge,also with these ladies ,here there is drug use and also alleged drug use SELENA , WHITNEY ,ANGELINA AND KENDRA ,FROM YOUNG AGE AND OF COURSE RRULES YOUTH .

If siblings the responsibility for them may be a lot this is because the parent may feel the other children in the family need more attention than this child. They can trust this child to get on with things. They can trust this child to be really grown up, but maybe you didn’t want to feel grown-up from such age maybe wanted to pay with your dolls for longer anyone with strong Aries placements may feel this strong sense of growing up from a young age, and it shouldn’t always be like that for children. They should be able to enjoy their childhood without feeling less, even if it’s just a feeling they got from the parent.

Taurus 🌙 moon ♉️🐂🍔💷

Having a tourist moon and your relationship with your mother, could be very revolved around money. Your mum may have worked very hard the home

worked hard for herself, she could’ve been really a workaholic. She could’ve been very stubborn. It was either her way or the highway,, she could’ve been very stable, you could of felt this was a way to feel secured, money from a early aged was etched onto you , your mum might be a hermit and rather unusual to social standards, on the darker end of the spectrum, there may be disputes and problems with environment and area because of Taurus walling that part of life they may have had really nice cooked delicious meals would be a big part of their childhood and growing up would be around the dinner table, expressions of luxury with a love language which grew into the adult hood because it takes a lot for a Taurus to change who they are if they ever do she could’ve been very self-indulgent leaving you to fend for yourself, you prioritise stability and commitment . you may be very fertile and your body. You’d be very regular with your periods and your body feminine movements. With anything, there’s a dark end and light end of the astrology spectrum, so on the dark end of a Taurus moon with their mother, there may be issues with getting into a conversation that doesn’t revolve around shallow issues such as money, houses finances, but on the other end, it can lead to you inheriting property , being set up with money for when you’re older . which we don’t always talk about in culture, but is very important to your life

I’ve noticed with Taurus means that they can take on the whole world and feel like nothing else is somebody’s problems problems and but sometimes it doesn’t really show who you are on a deeper level let people come in to that side of you they’re all gonna be the same ,.

Celebrity examples of Taurus moon,

Halle Berry , Christina Aguilera, Cameron Diaz, Zendaya, Demi Lovato, Meryl Streep, Lindsay Lohan, karrine Steffens, Method Man,  Nicole Scherzinger, Keira Knightley.

Taurus I don’t know enough  is aware the moon is at home. This is because of the feeling of security comforts and why the man feels relaxed unable to also get things done for the moon and that’s good. It’s good for fertility about . It’s an eye sign so it’s giving that purity of fertility makes things fresh, clean fertilised and a good tendency to grow on a spiritual and metaphorical metaphorical level out of all the Earth signs. It is the most fertile and the most earthy. It starts the season of spring able to share a good side emotionally without being too emotional if there’s such a thing.

There could all so be issues with food ,and /or body issues images looks,weight and social standards , this could be bulimia , anorexia and binge eating it and obesity.remember to love ❤️ who you are .

GEMINI MOON 🌙 ♊️🚫📞

Being a Gemini moon, I feel like you grew up with a mother who was very like dynamic you grew up in a very social household, with jokes and banter constantly and that’s how you communicated, you probably grew up in a household with lots of studies where you had to work hard at studies, or have a plan to get educated You are probably known in the area well as well and neighbours came in and out of the house parties and meeting new people were part of the agenda on your childhood with your mothers, especially your mother probably used her social side to to be a good mother and show you love by talking to you and putting as much into you and educating you about the world with words, which I myself am quite jealous of. There’s nothing you can never know too much knowledge and that was probably in the motto in your house. You never know too much on camera, herself. Gemini moon, you probably feel emotionally communication is key to your relationship and if there’s a lack of communication, this feels dead to you and you don’t know how to deal with it that’s not always the case, sometimes you need quiet time, sometimes quite good. You don’t need to always feel something it has to be going on in the way of social, some people don’t work like that some people are social animals and you need to be aware of that., This doesn’t mean these people don’t love you it just means that they have probably a different kind of love language.

Your mother probably grind it into that. This was the right way to be though and things were very fickle and there was lots of laughter and lots of fun. Also, which was good for your heart so it can’t be a bad thing side of this, they could have been a lack of communication, especially in certain degrees of the sign. You could’ve felt emotionally and cut off from the communication styles, your mother could’ve been too busy with work and socialising to pay much attention to you so in astrology you wanna look of each end of the spectrum and if you’ve got the dark side end of it then that’s what’s gonna play up and if you feel more of the lights sided end of it, that’s what may show up in your chart and depending on what house it’s in it will amplify that so let’s say you have a Gemini moon in the fourth house, they may be a strange relationship with the mother, and it may emphasise on the mother a bit too much whether it be good bad or abnormal or whatever . Gemini moon is Roseanne bar, ? And based around her family and her neighbourhood, there’s a Gemini man showing up and it was a good creative outlet for the writing. It’s a mercury road sign along with Virgo .

 celebrities with their moon and Gemini

Roseanne Barr, Bridget Bardot, Jennifer, Lawrence, Khloé, Kardashian, Alyssa Milano, Gwyneth Paltrow, Tina Turner, Heidi Klum, Rachel McAdams Kylie Minogue, Mila,jocavich , Jessica beil, and Aubrey plaza to name a few from what I’ve observed of Gemini means I feel like they are quite secure to themselves socially. They do feel like everything is a joke maybe sometime and don’t take life too seriously but that comes with the Sagittarius mutable Gemini spectrum system, sign energy they’re all quite jokesters think of Heidi Clement her parties for Halloween and how she puts everything into them and how that’s the social thing that everybody comes to like I said, Tina Turner , who is like a very sociable, singer and the stories about often like always not told to be true and told that she was good, give as good as she gets, Aubrey Plaza and her awkward funny sarky humour that peoples find awkward and funny at the same time with Jennifer Lawrence he’s an energy. I don’t jail with too well but maybe that’s cause I’m a Scorpio I mean there’s something with Geminis that can come across is a bit fake and a bit sometimes a bit mean sometimes a bit cold and sometimes a bit over the top like they’re the ones in control I like Khloé Kardashian .

[jojo-reader-hell]

So I was rewatching DIU (sadly not DUI) and was starting to think about Mikitaka and his sensitivity to certain sounds- via his allergy to sirens. But, I feel like it'd be super cute if Mikitaka had an s/o who had a habit of humming or just had an overall soft voice, and he's just in love with it and could just listen to them hum/talk all day.

In the first week of August 2023 we discovered aliens were real thus it is time once again for Mikitaka brain rot even though hi hello aliens scare the shit out of me and I cannot stand seeing grey aliens without reliving very specific childhood CPTSD phobias.

None the less, my body reacts strongly to Mikitaka because he is handsome boi, so let us go into headcanons.

I love the idea of his whole body just going so scrunkly when he hears you humming. Almost like a ripple effect where he just turns this really interesting shade of blue and is 🥴🥴🥴🥴 the whole time you’re just idling and trying to hum.

Like even his facial features start getting weird and his pupils dilate.

He even starts to make “ekekekekekek” sounds like a cat.

“Babe… what the fuck are you doing?”

“This sound… I am VERY attracted to it.”

Of course because it’s coming out of the mouth of your insanely attractive man, this gives you an ego boost.

This becomes a frequent thing where you will hum to him and watch him have what looks to be a complete melting session.

Insists that you hum for him whenever he’s stressed out, particularly when a siren goes screaming by the house because he insists it makes him feel better.

Obviously he is so disturbed by sirens and gets physically sick, you can’t help but oblige him.

Ironically, he likes nursery songs. You hummed Twinkle Twinkle Little Star to him and he was absolutely delighted.

He told you, “Stars in your galaxy do not really twinkle, as you call it. They appear to do so in the night sky because the light is affected by temperature and wind in your atmosphere. But your song is simply precious. Please make your humming again.”

Mikitaka often hears songs on your radio and will request you to repeat them. He often does not catch the title of the song, so he will have to resort to really specific descriptions to make sure you know which one it is.

“As far as I was able to glean from the context of the lyrics, the woman in the song is very upset that her partner has not disclosed information to her regarding his location. She proceeds to vandalize their home, their communal eating utensils, and various articles of his clothing are damaged with the sodium hypochlorite substance that you call bleach.”

“Um… ok? Do you remember anything else?”

“Oh yes! The woman indicated multiple times that she was “going to fight a man”.”

“… I’ve never heard anyone reference a Rihanna song like a work incident report but I guess there’s a first time for everything isn’t there?”

If you two have kids (or if you’re strictly child free and have pets only) he will insist you hum to them as well.

He even has his own assigned songs that he associates with each child or pet.

[saintwrld]

Lift me up

pairing: shuri x reader

summary: in which you discover your powers and help the mighty black panther in the war against Wakanda and Talokan

themes: angst

warnings: major character death (twice, idk what’s wrong with me)

translations: mntanasekhaya - sibling, sthandwa sam- my love, sisi omdala - older sister, usishiyile - she has passed (also meaning she has left us)

taglist: @pinkwright @zayswriting @vixentheplanet @inmyheadimobsessed @laurensmabel1 @ventingfanfics @quintessencewrites @ziayamikaelson @blackgirlfariy @shuriszn @6-noir @ogbells16 @cuddl3s4shur1 @n7cje @awolfcsworld @zhanylai @hetr0ph0bic @heejayy @heartsforjojo @locoforshuri @iloveekeiarah @khaleesi56 @thevenusianleo @verachii @axailslink @mbakuetshurisprincess @shinsousliya @letitias-fav @dejaonline (if i didn’t tag you, lemme know!)

a/n: i felt real angsty today 🤭 hope you enjoy

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Wakanda had fallen silent.

The nation had been struck down by the loss of its sovereign ruler, Queen Ramonda, due to the same beings who kidnapped the American scientist along with your best friend, Princess Shuri.

Oh, Shuri. How your heart poured out to her whilst dealing with the pain of losing a mother figure. You could not imagine what emotions have taken over her heart. It pained you to even think of that dreadful day. How you had been occupied with figuring out your new found powers and had declined giving the American scientist, Riri, the tour of the palace. Believing it would be best for the queen to handle instead of you.

How it pained you to realise that your last words to Queen Ramonda were that of giving goodbyes and hugging each other as if you knew she was leaving. How you were having conversations with the elders of Wakanda on your deity, Bast, without yet revealing your new identity to them and the blast of water floods entered your spiritual vision before your actual vision.

Feeling the pressure of water pushing you and many other people. Hearing screams from each direction you turned your head. Holding on to anyone in your path, not realising that you had parted the water, leading the people towards the fighter stations near Bashenga's hut.

Your heart pounding against your chest had been the only thing you heard as you ascended into the air. Your vision had again turned white however you felt your entire body move as if you were fighting. Energy surging through your skin as you lost contact with your body, seeing the familiar hues of blue and purple in the sky outside of your childhood home near the river.

in the ancestral realm

Opening your eyes, you heard a voice behind you as if it was coming from the tv.

"We've gotten reports from the third world country of Wakanda that their sovereign ruler, Que-"

"Y/n!" Another voice cheered happily, you noticed the shake in their voice as you felt their presence coming closer and closer to you.

Looking behind you, you saw your older sister, Wami, beaming at you with tears streaming down her face. She had grown taller since the last time you had seen her, granted it had been years.

"Wami?" You barely whispered as you started at her in shock. Your entire family had unfortunately left you all alone as they were blipped, leaving you to find refuge in your second home in the palace along with Queen Ramonda who had lost two of her own children in the blip.

When everyone had returned after 5 excruciatingly long years, you welcomed Shuri with your whole being, seeing how she grew taller. After being with T'Challa and Shuri and being tempted to tell them everything that happened in the past 5 years, you ran to find your family.

After searching through Wakanda for hours on end, you found Wami sitting with an elder, consoling her and telling her that she will find her family. The reunion was bittersweet, knowing that it was just you and your sister and that the rest of your family was not coming back.

Months after, on one peaceful morning, Wami didn't wake up. Frantically trying to revive her then ultimately deciding to take her to the hospital where it was announced that she was with the ancestors. The royal family had gotten the news and had buried her using royal traditions. They brought you into their home, making you feel as apart of them even though you spent majority of your time there.

Wami had tried visiting you through your dreams but you would always reject them, believing that none of it was real, eventually blaming Bast for everything.

"Hi, mntanasekhaya." She weakly smiled, rushing forward to give you a big hug. You immediately crumbled, sobbing into your older sister's arms. As your sobs became more quiet, you had grown confused. After Wami's death, you were quick to accept that she was gone. Even visits from her became frequent and you allowed her back into your life whilst thanking Bast and restoring your faith to Bast.

"Sisi omdala. Why are you crying? If anything, being at home should be your happy place." You looked up at her, seeing tears gloss over her eyes once again. She looked away from you to sniffle and look out the window.

"This always happens when we get new people. You know me, the family crybaby." She grabbed a tissue from the living room table and wiped her tears.

"New people? The ones attacked because of the water?" You questioned. She nodded. "Along with the q-" Wami's sentence was cut short as you heard a loud shriek from behind you.

Opening your eyes, you saw you were being lifted from underneath your arm, both your feet floating above the ground. You lifted your head and saw you were going towards the palace entrance with Nakia, Okoye and Shuri running ahead of you.

You gained your strength back and put your feet back on the ground and started running, following the three women. You felt the breeze hit you as you ran, feeling your dress stick on you and your braids slowly becoming loose from their ponytail.

With the throne room door already open from the impact of the water from inside, you all rushed in, the scene before you causing your heart to drop. The throne room had so much water and the floor to ceiling windows were cracked open with you seeing a man with winged ankles floating, holding a staff.

Queen Ramonda and Riri were laying on the glass floor, being revived by both Nakia and Okoye. You felt yourself being pulled back and held into the arms of a Dora. You saw Shuri being held back by Aneka and M'baku, crying her eyes out and screaming for her mother.

You too were crying, resisting the urge to let go of the screams surpressed within your chest. You noticed the man still floating and he pointed to Shuri, who could barely contain her cries, breaking your heart more and more.

"Bury your dead. Mourn your loss. You are Queen now." He shouted. He declared that either Wakanda becomes allies with his nation or that he will wash Wakanda off the face of the earth.

His words became reality as Riri had coughed up the large amount of water from her lungs but Queen Ramonda remained still. Seeing Nakia's tears stream down her face, "Usishiyile." She muttered.

You managed to get out of the Dora's hold and ran towards the windows to chase after the man. Nakia yelled after you but there you were, flying towards him, trying to land a punch but he caught your wrist. He held it tightly, most likely causing bruises to form.

"Treat your new Queen well. She will need it." He smirked, letting go of your wrist, expecting you to fall to your death but only to be surprised by you facing him.

"You will pay for everything you have caused. How dare you." Your voice had cracked as you said your second sentence, it finally sunk in that he killed Queen Ramonda.

You turned away from him and flew back into the palace, immediately going to be next to Shuri as she held you tightly, sobs violently coursing through her body as she could barely look over to her mother's body.

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With power surging through your hands and into the open field, you sighed out, feeling exhausted. A'awante chuckled at your exhaustion, uncrossing her arms and clapped her hands painfully slow.

"Congratulations, you've burnt the scarecrow of its stick. It took you how many tries?" She mocked, looking over at you as she appeared next to you in a flash.

"A'awante, we've been out here for hours. I promised Shuri that I would be back before sunset." You sighed out, holding your hands to your hips as you tilted your head back to face the sky.

You wouldn't necessarily call A'awante Bast's avatar but that is essentially what she was. During one of your many visits to the Ancestral realm, Bast had wanted an avatar to help you understand and figure out your powers to which she introduced you to A'awante, who is essentially the voice of Bast towards you.

"I guess I have been working you a little too hard. I would like to believe that you're very much ready for anything that might come Wakanda's way. Until next time. Goodbye Bahati." She said, waving and disappearing right before your eyes.

Everything you had learnt these past few days would be beneficial to the war that Namor had wanted. Your powers are quite powerful and versatile in a sense. You could manipulate anything using your powers. Your ability to fly had been improved and your strength would only be enhanced whilst using your powers. Temperature control and mind control were two of your favourites however you knew you couldn't take advantage of these powers.

Oh and your suit. You could summon two different suits using a special ring that appeared on your finger during your first training session. It's uniqueness stood out with its charm that made it look like a simple gold band to others.

Using your teleportation power to transport yourself to Shuri's lab, you closed your eyes then opened them once again to see that you were in the lab with Shuri in front of a large dna molecule model, with it eventually turning green all over.

"Griot, what's the confidence rate?" Shuri asked with a shake to her voice. "98.7%,Princess. Would you like me to print it?" Griot responded, causing Shuri to look at the module with pride without really displaying it on her face.

"Molo sana. Shuri." Nakia's voice broke the silence in the lab and Shuri turned her head to look at Nakia then you, who was standing right behind her.

"I thought you would be back in Haiti by now," Shuri said to Nakia. "And Y/n, you're early. I thought you said sunset." She directed her response to you.

"What is Griot printing?" You asked, going down the steps to stand next to Shuri.

"Y/n, it may be the recreation of the heart shaped herb." Nakia answered as she walked to stand next to Shuri as well. "It would be the greatest..gift to Wakanda since Bashenga's discovery and now Y/n's new found identity." She said, sighing with relief and a big smile painting her face.

"Griot, print it." Shuri instructed and held her hand out to you. "Come." She simply said, walking towards the 4D printer. Nakia walked next to Shuri and held her other hand for support.

"How do you know if it will work?" Nakia asked, as the printer began to run. "If it glows." Shuri replied and seconds after, the herb glows, causing you and Nakia to celebrate while Shuri looked shocked.

"You did it!"

-

Shuri had called you to her room as she was getting ready to present herself to the elders. You left Riri in the lab as she was working on the last adjustments on her suit.

You found Shuri pacing up and down the room, her curls were braided back and her suit clung to her body as she clenched and unclenched her hands. Her mood shifted as she came out of the trance of being in the ancestral realm, not wanting to share anything about who she saw whilst she was there. Her anger clearly shown as she punched a mannequin into the lab wall, gaining a reaction from you, Nakia and Riri.

"Shuri?" You quietly said, closing the door behind you and standing by the door, watching her slow down and eventually face you.

"I want him dead." Shuri started, shocking you. This wasn't the Shuri you knew. This one had revenge written all over her, eyes filled with hurt and rage. Dead? That would never be Shuri's first thought.

"Shuri, I'm not so sure that-"

"And you're going to help me. I refuse to let the man who killed my mother to live." She said, returning back to her pacing. You hesitantly walked towards her, stopping in front of her.

"I am more than willing to help you, Shuri but please think of this before we go out there." You pleaded and she stopped to stare at you. Her eyes staring into yours so intensely.

"Y/n, do you remember how you reacted when I had been kidnapped?" She asked, in such a demanding tone. Seeing where this was going, you immediately responded. "Yes but listen-"

"Had you or had you not said that you would kill whoever were to kill me?" She asked once again. You looked away from her face to avoid answering.

"I did." You muttered. "Speak up." She commanded and you looked at your best friend with such shock. "I had said that but I need you to get of this headspace, Shuri." You warned.

You could physically see your best friend become dangerous. The anger had consumed her fully and you knew that getting your Shuri back would be long after this war.

"This headspace is what is going to keep Wakanda safe, Y/n. I've suffered too long and it's time for me to get my lick back." She smirked after saying the last four words that you taught her.

It was as if she was in your mind and convinced you to go along with her plan. "So will you help me bring Namor's head back, sthandwa sam?" She wickedly smiled at you and it sent shivers throughout your entire body.

Shaking yourself out of her words, you began. "Shuri, no. You know that this is not the answer. Stop-"

"What are you afraid of?" She asked, slightly bending her tall body to match your eye contact level.

Keeping the eye contact, you remained silent. "If you are going to stop me, y/n, it won't work." Shuri stated.

Holding your hand out for her to hold, she placed her covered hand in yours. "Let's go show the fish man who the Black Panther is." You said, making Shuri smirk and lean in to peck your lips.

"Lead the way, sthandwa."

-

Looking over your beautiful nation through the windows of the throne room, Shuri stood behind you, holding your waist tightly.

"Are you fine, sthandwa?" She asked you as she peppered soft kisses along your neckline.

"I'm okay, just thinking of my powers during the fight." You replied. Thinking back to it, you and Shuri were against Namor. Your powers nearly burnt the Demi god to a crisp whilst Shuri held his wings in her hand.

Quickly healing her stab wound, you flew her into the sky as the fighter jet blew up into flames. Signaling that you go back to the ship to help the others, you fly over and use your gravity manipulation power to lift up the Talokanil crawling onto the ship and blast them into the ocean, similar to what Riri did to Namora.

"Do you still have the wings?" You asked, turning around and pecking her lips once. She nodded while smiling. "They're framed and sitting on the lab tables in the Great Mound lab." She said and her Kimoyo beads began to vibrate against your skin as she still held onto your waist.

"Have to look over the city, my love. Will you join me?" She held out her hands to you and you graciously accepted them.

"Of course I will." You smiled and hugged her, thanking Bast for bringing Shuri into your life throughout all the hardships thrown to you.

not proof read! I just went off on this one lol

[jqmalikhsgib]

stars

ten

Rihanna Our Golden Star

Sitting here with one of the most beautiful and talented woman on the planet can be intimidating, especially if that woman is none other than yn rihanna fenty!

The thirty-five year old has made an impact to the music industry for a decade, and she’s only turned more and more heads as the time passes.

Now she’s taking the world for a spin with her newest album—which will be out soon—but she’s venturing out to become a business woman and even better, one lucky man gets to call her his wife!

Rihanna started her career off on YouTube. She’s post videos of her singing for the world to hear and soon got discovered by Beyoncé Knowles herself! From there she’s broke records and became the fifth most played female artist in the world.

Rihanna discusses fashion, her childhood, home life, and a big surprise in the end!

“I had always been into fashion growing up.” Rihanna states. “When I was a little girl, my mom let me dress myself on occasion. She was hesitant in the beginning. After all, I’m just a little girl who didn’t really understand color sequence,” she chuckles. “But in the end, she’d been surprised with my choices. I just knew what went together and what didn’t.”

The ‘Pon de Replay’ singer starts discussing what we should expect from her in the next few years. She’s previously told US Weekly this would be her last album for awhile. Stating she’s gonna focus on Fenty Beauty and a few other lines she’s working on.

“I want to become a fashion icon! I want people to point and say, that’s Rihanna’s line, she’s a genius when it comes to patterns and the fashion industry.” She states. The singer states, that’s not the only reason why she’s taking a break from the music industry.

“I wanna settle down, have kids, you know! I’m not getting any younger—my mom’s words, not mine!—so it’s time I hang up my hat for awhile. Start a family with my husband.” She mentions the man she married a few months back. “He’s also ready for that step! We’ve been together for a long time and talked about marriage and kids, everything! Now we just want to be able to dive in! Take the next step of growing our family.”

That’s not all she’s shocked us with. Rihanna is known for her low key lifestyle. Keeping her family and friends as private as she can. The thirty-six year old has been living a life of secrets for four years—other than mystery husband—“My husband had a child from a previous marriage! He was barely two years old when I met him. I raised him as my own and he calls me mamma. In a way, I’m already a mom to the sweetest and cutest little boy!” She states with a smile so huge it almost blinded us.

Rihanna is many things with many talents! We can’t wait to see more of her and all the surprises she has in store for us to see!

[angelwurdz]

Astrology observations n2

🌙 The moon signs 🌙

Water moons

🌊 Scorpio moons , depending on the aspects, either had a protective caring mother or a mother who was incredibly toxic. The mother leaves deep traumas when it comes to communication, abandonment and trust issues. Scorpio moon behind their rough shell there is a sensitive sweet side. They are just scared to show it.

🌊 Pisces moons behind their peaceful and quiet faces, there is an endless chaos. They have extreme mood swings and infinite creative ideas. They are the tortured artist. The person with the talented yet troubled mind. Robin Williams and Kanye West have this placement and both suffer from mental illness.

🌊 Cancer moons are very protective and caring more than any moon placement. They feel this urge to nurture the ones who need it. It’s like a mother instinct. They subconsciously feel the ones in need of help. This trait can make them an easy target for narcissists who seek to drain their goodness. I also noticed many good singers have this placement Taylor Swift, Kurt Cobain, Halsey and Dua lipa are few examples.

Fire moons

🌋 Aries moons bottle up their emotions until they finally explode. And when they do it’s very ugly. They can say the most hurtful things just because their feelings got hurt. They are usually raised by a parent who has anger issues or a mood swing problem. Women with these placement have femme fatale energy. Angelina Jolie, Rihanna, Eva Green share this placement and they are mystically attractive.

🌋 Leo moons adore the attention and they need it. They are the golden child. Sometimes their surroundings expect them to achieve great deal of things. They feel they need to meet these expectations and portray themselves in the fanciest and best picture they can even if it’s fake.

🌋 Sagittarius moons only feel home when they are free, free to love who they want, free to do what they want and free to be who they are. They are usually raised by a mother who is very spiritual, open minded or someone who is extremely religious and close minded.

Air moons

🌬Libra moons have soft physical features and aesthetic.They are romantic to the core. You may ask them about their favorite movie and they will say «  Pride and Prejudice ». They are probably the one who is kind to everyone even when they are upset it doesn’t really show on them.

🌬 Gemini moons are so wishy washy. One moment they are joyful they other they feel depressed and bored. You may even question whether they see you as a friend or an enemy. They love learning new things especially by reading. They are into writing and journaling. Words matter to Gemini moons!

🌬 Aquarius moons are usually into spirituality and humanitarian topics. They hate short conversations, they need to talk about the universe, music, aliens, poetry everything. They also love to observe and analyse people. People with this placement are old peace-seeking souls. They like to help people and can see the big picture Princess Diana and John Lennon are an example.

Earth moons

🌲 Taurus moons are so caring and affectionate. Their love language is gift giving and physical affection. They may even cook for you. They are usually raised by a caring mother. Since this placement can be stubborn and possessive. They will likely get attached to someone very quickly and take time to move on.

🌲 Capricorn moons similar to Scorpio moons have a rough shell they seldom express emotions. This may go back to their early childhood and their relationship with the parents. When they express their love usually it is by acts of service or giving gifts.

🌲 Virgo moon are raised by mothers who are very critical of them. They usually put high expectations for them and expect them to meet all of them. Virgo moons like Bella Hadid do work hard and try to always excel in what they do. They usually have a good sense of humor or they are just good with words.

[oldfangirl81]

Home/medical update

The surgeon wasn't terrible. Typical surgeon behavior. I hate silver nitrate but it generally works. He applied some in the office. Also sent me home with some to apply when I change it. I'll see him in two weeks.

I hate silver nitrate because it is tied to major childhood trauma so this is fun. Plus, it isn't pain free. But it does usually do the job.

CW mentions of vomit

FML I start fixing one problem and another pops up. I'm probably going to need my esophagus dilated again soon. Took two bites of food before my body decided swallowing was not an option. Throwing up in a Wendy's parking lot while Rihanna plays 'shine bright like a diamond' on the radio is an experience. Going to start taking Nexium again.

Originally gi doc prescribed a month of protonix and second a month if I needed but I kept forgetting to renew it. Plus I had the side effects.

She did say she may have to dilate it in 3-6 months. And it's been about 2 1/2 months.

Frustrating because I'm hungry because I avoided eating before the appointment to keep my ostomy from being as active.

[444mika]

MEET VAL !

Hii my name is Valerie🪞, you can call me vi, val or riri, i dont mind! im black 🇳🇬 , 19, a feb pisces and a drop out college student. i was born in canada but grew up in texas most of my childhood years😭😭

VALS INTRESTS !

CURRENT BRAINROT: ellie nd abby 💕

AoT — Eren jaeger, Armin arlert, Levi ackerman, Hange zoe, Annie leonhart, Reiner braun, Connie springer, Mikasa ackerman, Erwin smith, Peick finger, Jean kirstean, yelena, and onyankopon.

TLOU — Ellie williams, Joel miller, Jesse, Abby Anderson, Tommy miller, and Dina.

RE — Leon kennedy, Carlos oliveria, Claire redfield, Ada wong, and Ethan Winters.

JJK — Gojo satoru, Toji fushiguro, Nanami kento, Geto suguru, and Sukuna ryomen.

WHAT DOES VAL LISTEN TO ?

sza, tyler the creator, byrson tiller, 21 savage, frank ocean, kali uchis, xxxtentaction, brent faiyez. steve lacy, rihanna, future, nle choppa, megan thee stallion, the weeknd, chase atlantic, kanye west, j. cole, miguel, kodak black, rae sremmurd, Aaliyah, lil peep, mac miller, mazzy star, childish gambino, tory lanez, deftones, lady gaga, destroy boys, mitski, elvis presley, radiohead, nirvana, cigarettes after sex, late night drive home, the neighborhood, and artic monkeys.

WHAT DOES VAL LOVE ?

women, track, basketball, and volleyball (mainly track), taking alot of naps (said by cinny !!), binge watching, coookingg, ordering chicken tenders n fries at every restaurant possible. , anime, kpop (i fell off on it), swimming, late night drives and slushie runs !!, chick-fil-a 🔛🔝 , nickelodeon, disney, AND cartoon network (the trifecta fr) 🤭, traveling, and more stuff i js forgot

WHAT DOES VAL HATE ?

fatphobics, racists, homophobes, terfs, ignorant bitches who wanna try me n end up embarrassing themselves (i also despise pizza) 🤗🤗

WHAT DOES VAL PLAY ?

resident evil, twd, roblox, minecraft, fortnite (yes, fortnite.), gta 5, injustice 2, fnaf, final fantasy 7, the sims, and more. i forgot again 😭

[saintsir4n]

4

WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH AND GRIEF

"I'M sorry what?" Calypso believed she misheard as she stood in the middle of Felix's surprisingly tidy room.

Sitting on the edge of his bed he repeated, "I thought it would be nice. I haven't told him yet, but it was just a suggestion."

"Buy Oliver a bouquet or something not have him come to Saltburn," she rushed out, suppressing the urge to throw up her arms.

Felix bit the side of his cheek, "It's a suggestion, Cali."

"I mean — you told me yesterday to stay away from him. You wanted to stay away from him," she pointed out.

"His dad just died, it's terrible news, terrible," Felix felt guilty for how quickly he tried to cast Oliver aside especially before he received such tragic news.

Calypso vigorously, "It is, very terrible," very convenient.

"And his mum is an addict."

"You've told me," she sighed, wincing at the thought.

Felix rose from his bed, "He can't go home. I thought I would tell him after the ball."

He changed his mind so quickly, so fucking quickly. Calypso's head echoed with thoughts. She was confused, and extremely concerned. She was drowning in worry. How bad can Oliver be?

"You find the truth about someone in close proximity. But honestly Felix, it's a bit soon. You just met the guy," Calypso tried to reason.

"He needs some support. He has no one, come on, you know what that feels like."

Calypso's face fell with haste drawing a look of regret from Felix.

He gulped, "Cali..."

He blinked and a forced smile breached her face, "It's fine, right as rain. Invite whoever you want. I'm off to my room, need to order the new Rihanna album. 'Good Girl Gone Bad'. Sounds right up my alley I can't wait."

Felix reached out, "I thought you wanted to..."

"See you later Felix," she stepped back as he stood up and moved forward.

"Don't leave in a strop," he felt sick by the thought.

"I'm not. It's fine."

"You're not fine. You're frowning, come here," he stepped closer, pained by her expression.

She stubbornly shook her head, "No."

"Cali, we're supposed to watch that Jawbreaker film. It's one of your favourites," he had it all set up on his laptop for her.

He went out to buy the DVD for stress relief before she had to turn in her final draft.

"We can watch it later."

"I never meant that you were lonely or anything," he took her in his arms before she could flee. "You're one of my favourite people. You are my favourite person."

"Are you sure? You are spending an awful lot of time with Oliver," she pouted, looking up at him.

"It's not the same and never will be. Now come on, let's watch Jawbreaker. Sit down and stop stropping."

___

"Icarus flew too close to the sun, after ignoring Daedalus's instructions, his angelic wings melted because of the beeswax before he fell from the sky and plummeted into the sea where he drowned," Calypso answered, sitting opposite Monika in the vast library.

"Correct," the Jain student nodded, shifting through her revision notes.

Farleigh joined them, "God, what is this essay about?"

"Greek tragedies," they said in unison, before Calypso continued from memory, "Suicide is a common theme and love. Narcissus was a mix, he once walked by a pool of water and decided to drink some. He saw his reflection, became entranced by it, and killed himself because he could not have his object of desire."

Farleigh drawled, "Wow, your degree is just filled with love and fun."

"It's realistic," Calypso retorted.

Monika added, "Like drowning. Oooh, Cal you should add Hero and Leanda to your argument."

"But Orpheus and Eurydice were tragically beautiful."

Farleigh blew a raspberry, "Let me guess more horror?"

"Well no, his wife dies and he travels to the underworld and back to save her. It's about how far you'd go for love," Calypso said, finding the beauty in death and tragedy.

Farleigh scoffed, "This isn't real River."

"I wouldn't know any different would I."

"Pause on the troubled childhood, I need a cig," Monika walked out of the library leaving the two alone.

"Speaking of childhood Felix told me about Oliver Twist staying this summer. Fun," Farleigh patted his hands against the table.

Calypso smirked at the disgust painted over his face.

"Don't we know it?"

Farleigh reeled back, "I thought you liked him? He stared at you like a painting."

"He stared too much. He's okay, attractive and smart but it's all too soon. Felix doesn't seem to think so," Calypso replied, bitterly smiling.

"Felix can afford not to think."

They exchanged a knowing look as Monika returned and they went back to more last-minute revision.

___

The term came to an end, and celebrations were at a high. Caps and gowns were worn and quickly discarded before more sophisticated outfits were thrown on. The atmosphere was as lively as ever. Everyone was dressed to the nines just to drink themselves into a pile of their own sick.

Calypso confidently walked through the courtyard, as lustful eyes turned to her, some belonging to past flings and others were her classmates. Her brown silky dress clung to her figure and her hair was entwined with curly extensions that added to the volume and concealed her entire back.

She loved herself and how she looked.

Monika joined her, "Planning to cause a sex riot tonight babe?"

"Could say the same with you."

Monika looked extraordinary, sporting a nice violet dress tied together with a clutch concealing her flask she quickly took out and offered her friend some liquid courage.

"I might fuck Farleigh."

Calypso almost choked on her sip, before she laughed alongside her.

"Good, there he is."

Farleigh approached Oliver, both wearing tuxedos, which one owned, the other rented.

"Hey, Oliver."

Oliver angled his head up, "Hey."

Farleigh chuckled, "Oh, nice tux."

"Thank you.

Farleigh adjusted the collar on his tux, "Wow. It's a rental, right?"

Oliver's mood faltered slightly, "Yeah."

"Yeah. Yeah, the sleeves are too long. Always check the sleeves," Farleigh remained amused, "But still, not bad. I mean, you're almost passing."

"For what?" Oliver called out as the girls neared by.

"I don't know. A real human boy."

"You look like Felix, Oliver." Calypso smiled, as Monika and Farleigh stood afar, checking out each other.

"Thank you," Oliver gulped, eyes dropping from her outfit, "You look beautiful, Cal."

He liked how her hair looked and the dress complimented her skin, adding to its yearly glow.

Farleigh exclaimed, "She always does."

"Sorry for your loss by the way, it's terrible what happened to your dad," Calypso frowned.

"Very terrible," Monika added.

Oliver stiffly nodded, "Thank you."

"Now come with me," Farleigh took her hand as Monika went ahead, but they were stopped by Felix's voice.

He hastily greeted Oliver but his eyes couldn't leave Calypso, he would have to be dragged away for that to happen.

She reassured Fareligh that he would come back, as she turned around.

"Cali!" Felix's throat went dry when he looked down at her, "Fuck..."

"Irresistible?" she squealed when he spun her around.

"Always," he promised, "So beautiful."

"And you're handsome, I do wonder what's under that tux though," she patted his suit tauntingly.

He grinned, "I'll show you later, but you need to keep this dress on."

She feigned shock, "All of it?"

He pondered, before changing his mind, "No, just the necklace."

Their laughter caused Oliver's excitement to fade, an expression only Farleigh caught as he waited for the girl.

They begrudgingly parted, staring at each other as they returned to their friends.

"Oliver looks like a fucking puppet," Calyspo muttered to Farliegh, "and he doesn't even look that sad, just lapping up the attention Felix is giving him. And where are his glasses? Christ I can't get by without them even with contacts."

"Get Lasik, you have the money, more money than he ever will. He's a parasite," Farleigh voiced, taking her arm in his.

"You really hate him don't you?" she glanced up at her tall friend.

"I don't hate anyone. But yes, you didn't have to have him as a tutorial buddy."

"But we'll be living with him for the next couple of months, we'll just have to deal with it. I mean... Diana dealt with Camilla."

"Yeah and how did that turn out princess?"

She groaned, annoyed that her ruined analogy, "Christ, I need a drink."

"Come on, your boyfriend will be a while and here's hoping hayfever will take Oliver out."

She laughed, "I was wrong, you need a fucking drink."

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a/n:

off to saltburn in the next chapter!

i wanted to say calypso is starting to see the cracks in oliver. at first, she didn't care to analyse him, but she trusted felix's judgement previously but with how quickly he changed his views towards oliver because of his "grief," stunned her. she feels bad for oliver because his dad is allegedly "dead," but she's suspicious. it could be argued that because of her race, she has to be more conscious of oliver's intentions compared to the rest of them.

look at how farleigh was throughout the film, yes he was terrible but you could say he recognised oliver's game because they're both outsiders. yes because of farleigh's mum constantly messing up with money, he had to rely on his uncle and had no money of his own. plus with him being one of the few black people in the film and the only one in his family he was viewed as an outsider who had to ensure he remained on the inside.

https://pin.it/57kdLAsrt (cali's dress) https://pin.it/71ZGM498F (cali's hair) https://pin.it/1cTcYu9fd (mj's dress)