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kay-elle-cee · 5 months

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Okay @sunshinemarauder and @athenasparrow, I believe you both requested silence and patience, pining in anticipation from the Taylor prompt list, so here you go!

Read here on ao3 or under the cut!

“It’s been a shit few months, that’s for sure,” Sirius commiserates, sloshing his third glass of firewhiskey.

James throws a shot back, grimacing. “Thanks,” he deadpans.

“Cheer up, mate.” Sam slides another shot across the table. “You’re better off. I mean…four months and she just moves onto the reserve Chaser after your injury? Fuck her.”

Lily’s quiet, nodding and agreeing with the pair of them. She could add to it…but it might be damning, so she doesn’t. It’s when Sam and Sirius leave to get a new round of drinks, levitating the empties away, that she gets pulled in.

“You’re awfully quiet.”

“No I’m not.”

“Go on,” James prods, a bitter smile curling his lips. “I know you never really cared much for Amy.”

“It’s not that I didn’t—“ The liquor has been flowing too much tonight and those damn eyes of his are fully on her and she almost admits something. She clears her throat as a cover for her interruption. “I guess I just sensed it wasn’t right.”

He sighs, leaning back in chair. “It’s more of a bruise to my ego than anything “

“Oh, we can’t have that.” Her lips quirk up as she takes another sip of her drink, and with his head thrown back and attention off her, she allows herself to look at him. A pang of sadness wraps its way around her heart.

She was with Dirk by the time she realized what she wanted from James. And she had tried to push that down, truly. And when things eventually crumbled, James was…well, he was enjoying his newly minted stardom, and she couldn’t fault him for that.

Lily had told herself that she wasn’t waiting for him, but after three years of half-hearted relationships and a few one night stands, it was painfully obvious (hopefully only to her) that she was just…undoubtedly hung up on James Potter.

“I think I’m done with the whole…dating thing. For a while anyway.”

This pulls her out of her mind, his head snapping up and gaze meeting hers. She blinks. “Oh?”

“Haven’t really been quite successful, have I?”

“Four months is nothing to sneeze at,” she shrugs.

“I suppose. It’s longer than anything you’ve had.”

She offers him a soft, sad smile. It stings, but more for her unsaid feelings than for any of the men who had wandered in and out of her life.

James’ face pales as his brain catches up to his mouth. “Shit. Sorry. It’s the firewhiskey. I didn’t mean to be an arse.”

“You’re not wrong.” Downing the rest of her drink, Lily pushes the glass away only to have James grab her hand.

“Right or not, I shouldn’t have said that.” His thumb brushes against her skin, making her a little breathless, and his eyes almost implore her to hear him. “I’m sorry, Lil.” There’s a fluttering sensation in her stomach, and she finds she has to look away.

“So no more dating, huh?”

“I think…” he trails, staring at somewhere near their hands, “I’ve just been attracting women who were attracted to my status, not to me, you know?”

“I mean, yeah.” James’ attention snaps to her quizzically. “Could you not…see that? Hanging over you when the press was around, anytime we were in public, but being more aloof in private? Using your name to get you into bars and clubs? And I know you made up this whole story about why you stopped bringing women by the manor—”

“Didn’t want to get mum and dad’s hopes up…” he mutters.

“It’s because of how greedily they looked at everything, and we both know it. Sirius and Remus, too,” she throws in for good measure.

“Merlin, was it that obvious?”

“Yes. Did you really not see it?”

“I mean, I must’ve. I’m—I know I’ve taken my fair share of bludgers to the head but I got seven N.E.W.T.s, I’m not a dumb bloke.”

“No one would ever call you dumb. Maybe oblivious sometimes, but not dumb.” She slides her hand out from under his with much mental protest, drumming her nails on the rim of her empty glass.

“But I don’t know…I guess I just thought I’d lean into the spotlight a bit. Maybe it’s what I thought came with the territory.” There’s a mix of sadness and bitterness in his voice. “But I guess that’s all gone to pot now, with the shoulder injury and all.”

“They’re keeping you on ‘til the end of the season though, right?”

“They’ve got to, it’s in my contract.”

“Well then you have time to figure things out,” Lily smiles. “You’ve got those seven N.E.W.T.s after all, and the family business. And the relationship thing…it’ll come. Your fame doesn’t matter; you’ll find someone who is mad about the real you. Don’t lose hope.”

“Don’t think I’m in danger of that with you around.” He flashes her a smile that’s equal parts warm and sarcastic, and fully makes her stomach flip. His eyes sweep her face for a moment before he drops his head back, face towards the ceiling with his eyes closed. “Of course you’re right. You’re always right.” He lets out a humorless laugh.

Unbidden, an image of a younger Lily flits into her mind, shouting by a lake.

“Not always.”

“Yes always. You’re not afraid to call me on my shit, Evans, and I love that about you. Even when it’s embarrassingly public.” He laughs quietly again, sliding a hand down his face, and Lily wonders how their minds immediately jumped to the same incident. “Merlin, d’you remember you once called me a toerag in front of half the bloody school before swearing off of me? I could never bring myself to be mad, though—you were right and I was being a little shit.”

“I didn’t”—she licks her lips nervously, battling a hysterical rise of laughter—“swear off of you.”

“Sure you did. Rather go out with the Giant Squid, wasn’t it?”

All the noise around them in the pub has died away. Now it’s only the two of them…and a high-pitched sort of ringing in Lily’s ears.

“That was me turning you down then. Not…forever.”

His head snaps up and their eyes meet—his nestled under a furrowed brow, swirling dark and molten, the brightness of the light honey flecks twinkling in the deep green. It’s as though the air around her has grown thinner, her lungs having to work twice as hard to breathe.

“What’re you—“

“Fucking finally!” Sirius exclaims, collapsing into his seat as Sam levitates a new tray of drinks—several shots and some tankards of butterbeer for winding down the night—onto the table.

“Bartender was making puppy eyes at a hen party and I thought this one here was going to lose his mind if it took another minute,” Sam laughs, pushing two shots over to Sirius.

Lily hears them, but doesn't really register anything. No, she and James are still caught in a magnetizing stare across the table, furrowed brow giving way to something shocked as understanding dawns. She wants to look away, wants to hide the blush of mortification that’s crawling up her neck at her clunky confession, but she can’t.

Three years of playing it mostly cool, down the drain.

But still, there’s something in those eyes that doesn’t let her heart crash and burn. There’s something there, accompanied by the subtle upward curve of his lips, that makes her stomach tremble with anticipation.

Hope.

#jily #jple #James potter #Lily evans #Kelsey writes

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romanoffsdarling · 1 year

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Marry Me || Prologue

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: The wedding of superstar Wanda Maximoff and Vision was all that the media-- as well as the few people you interact with-- could talk about. Anybody that meant something would be in the front row of the concert where the two stars would be sharing their vows. You just never expected that you’d be among that crowd. Or what would happen because of it.

Word Count: 1,113

Warnings: None for this part.

Author’s Note: I hope you all enjoy the first part of Marry Me! I’m super excited to explore this series!

New York City was practically thrumming with energy-- more so than usual-- as you make your way to work. The amount of people loitering in the streets, pulled to shop windows, was staggering as you narrowly avoid running into the fifth person that had almost backed up into you.

“People get married all the time,” you mutter, stuffing your hands into your coat pockets. “Why the hell is this so special?”

You just don’t get pop culture, Y/N/N, Natasha’s-- your best friend-- voice teases within your mind; a clear reminder that even if she wasn’t present, she’d always find some way to annoy you. If you actually paid attention when I spoke to you, you’d know that.

Refraining from responding, after all it was a voice in your head that merely resembled that of your dear friend, you quickly cross the street as you near the school building. Your job-- being a middle school math teacher-- was the highlight of your life, however sad that may be, but you never thought you’d be this excited to see the familiar building. As long as you got away from the growing crowds everything would be fine. Even if your best friend would no doubt hunt you down.

The familiar trek to your classroom was particularly uneventful. Every person that you pass glued to the small screens of their cellphones-- something that would forever elude you-- as they mill about like mindless drones.

It was only when you plop down behind your desk-- setting your messenger bag down by your feet-- that you finally let the tension leave your shoulders. You didn’t mind crowds of people, it wasn’t your favorite place to be, but you didn’t mind them, you just couldn’t comprehend why this event had the city in a chokehold like it did.

A fact that is truly hammered home as you shift your focus to the world outside of the panes of glass that made up one side of your classroom. Green eyes, gorgeous auburn hair, and an almost secretive smile greets you from across the street. Your eyes trail over the cursive font that’s situated next to the young starlet’s photo: Marry Me-- Live Concert That Ends In I Do.

Why someone would want to get married in front of millions of people you’d never understand, but the world of stardom was way out of reach from your place firmly on the ground.

Something you were more than fine with. Not like it would ever change.

“Wanda.” The soft call of her name pulls emerald-green eyes from their observation of the cityscape beyond panes of thick glass; it had always been her favorite feature of her high-rise apartment. Something that allowed her to observe the public without being part of it. Where she could be safe within her own bubble, within her own little circle of familiarity. “I think it’s time that we did the final checks for your dress.”

Faintly painted pink lips curl into a small smile. “It’s more like a costume, Bucky.” Wanda fully turns to observe her dearest friend and agent. “You can say it, I know that’s what everyone is thinking anyway.”

“It’s your dress, Wanda,” Bucky stresses, his blue eyes imploring her to listen. “It may be for an event that millions will be witnessing, like one of your concerts, but that doesn’t make it any less intimate for you and for the love of your life, right?”

The beautiful Sokovian singer tries not to wince at the term connected with Vision. It’s not that she didn’t care a great deal for him, she obviously did if she was going to marry him, but she wasn’t sure she’d classify Vision as the love of her life. For some unknown reason such a label... It didn’t seem right. Her heart was currently in a freefall, and she didn’t know where, or when, it was going to land; nor did she know the damage that would be inflicted once she did.

Knowing that Bucky expected a response, Wanda offers him a thin smile. Hoping that he would simply take her nervousness as pre-wedding jitters. Maybe that’s all that they were?

“You’re right, Bucky.” She lightly pushes his shoulder. “Like always.”

If Bucky’s answering smile was a little tight around the edges, and concern briefly flickering across his blue gaze, Wanda doesn’t comment on it. Not when she was barely hanging on by a thread as it was.

“For the last time I’m not going, Natasha!”

You’re unsure of how many times that very sentence had left your lips in the last half-hour, but you are certain that if it appears once again, you’d be sans a best friend. It’s not that you weren’t flattered that Natasha wanted to take you somewhere, especially when it’s the most exclusive event this year, but she knew better than anyone how huge concerts weren’t really your thing. You didn’t enjoy being within a large mob of people that were screaming along to whatever was happening on stage.

“Come on, Y/N,” Natasha implores, her bright green eyes rounded due to her excitement. “This is a once in a lifetime event that I want to take my best friend to. Are you really going to let me go alone?”

An unimpressed eyebrow arch is her only reply for a moment. “I thought you were going to be taking Maria, Nat?”

Natasha winces. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be seeing much of Maria.” She rubs the back of her neck. “Apparently her and her ex got back together, and she simply forgot to tell me when I first got these tickets.”

Sighing softly, you were well aware that Natasha had said the one thing that would have made you consider going with her. You’re well aware that she had felt something for Maria Hill, a detective within the NYPD, but Natasha didn’t have the best track record when it came to love. Something that was all too apparent by the slew of exes she already had.

“Fine,” you sigh, hoping that this wasn’t some big mistake. “I’ll go with you.”

The answering smile from your best friend and the enthusiastic kiss pressed to your cheek gives you just a modicum amount of comfort with your decision. Being there for Natasha, like she has always been there for you, was always something you’d strive to do. You don’t know what you’d do without your best friend, and you never wished to find out. Going to a concert, one that you still didn’t understand fully, was the least you could do for her.

After all, how much could your life really change in five hours?

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #marry me #series #mcu imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine

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buckysdolls · 1 year

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The Right Date

Damian Priest One Shot

TW: Mild Language, Implied sexual encounter 18+ really

The WWE was your home. Your shelter. Your life. Ever since you were a teeny toddler, being held in the arms of your brother Paul, wrestling and most importantly WWE was all you’d ever known. Paul known to the wrestling world as Triple H always had you backstage at shows as his cheerleader, you were always making the strong men feel broody as they tried to make you laugh through your chubby cheeks. Thus when you reached fifteen you laced up your first ever pair of boots and never looked back. Fast forward fourteen years and you’ve reached the same level of stardom as your inspiration, your brother.

He watched in awe from the flat screen backstage, every little detail about you made him crumble. The way the crowd cheered for you, your ring gear hugging you in places he wished he could and your smile, you damned smile whenever he witnessed it, it would push him over the edge. Most of the guys in the locker room knew you were not to be played with due to their boss, Paul, being well… their boss and your brother. It was kind of an unspoken rule… ‘The boss’ sister… off limits’ though that didn’t stop you harmlessly flirting and that didn’t stop him innocently wishing you were his and taking advantage of every conversation with you. Whether it be backstage, photo and signing ops or interviews. Damian Priest truly adored everything about you. And you? You were just too modest to see it.

“Thought I’d find you here” Priest didn’t need to turn around to know it was his road and Judgement Day buddy Balor.

“I never miss a match, she always comes running up to me to get feedback.” Priest replied, his eyes fixated on the match between yourself and Bayley.

“Yeah course, nothing to do with the fact you're insane about her” Balor chuckled as he patted the shoulders of Priest.

“Yeah well sometimes we can’t always have what we want so I might as well enjoy her from a distance. Being her friend is better than not being in her life at all.” Though it was painful for him to admit his feelings to Balor he continued to remain composed.

“Well I could always set you up with one of Veronica's friends? Help you get over the boss’ sister” Balor purposely emphasised the word boss by saying it louder. Priest kissed his teeth and shook his head through a chuckle.

“Nah man no need, I’m happy” Priest and Balor clasped hands pulling each other in for a hug.

“Say less man. I’ll see you at the gorilla in fifteen yeah?” Balor walked away leaving Priest to catch the closing minutes of your match and see your hand raised in victory. Priest grabbed a bottle of water and made his way to the gorilla to greet you.

“Always a pleasure with you Pam” You hugged Bayley.

“Likewise. Catch you later” You caught sight of Priest, well it wasn’t hard to miss the 6ft5 handsome man. You sprinted over to him letting him catch you, wrapping your legs around his waist as his arms snaked yours to support you. Your eyes were locked as you both smiled incredibly wide at each other. He tried to settle his hands further down than your waist but he instantly felt the side eyes of Paul watching you both, unwillingly but not wanting to beef with the boss he put you down and handed you the water. You chugged on the water and wiped your mouth gasping.

“So, how was it? Good, bad, average?” You looked up at Priest inquisitively.

“Great. No mistakes as far as I could see. Pace was great, kept the audience guessing”

“Nothing? really?” Your face drooped, you were always looking for ways to improve because of the high standards the company and the WWE universe held for you.

“Yeah hun. You were trained by some of the best in the business, sometimes matches are just great and that's okay. Stop doubting your natural ability and talent”

Hun.. there he goes again, the moments he’d use that word made you feel special. You really couldn’t allow yourself to think much of it even if you really wanted to. Being with Priest was comfortable and safe just like you’d hope a relationship might be but you knew that settling for friends was better than nothing. Besides, one way to take your mind of Priest was a date. You thanked Priest before grabbing your phone from Paul as he praised you. You walked back over to Priest loading up two pictures on your phone. You’d hoped the two pictures would make Damian sweat and feel flustered as well as wanting his opinion on what you should wear tonight on your date.

“Okay, opinions please. This cute little number…” You showed Priest outfit number one, a ruby red two piece consisting of a sleeved low cut bandeau crop top and long bodycon skirt. Priest quietly growled, it was so quiet he didn’t think you’d hear, it felt like an internal thought that he didn’t realise he’d verbalised. You smiled to yourself swiping to the next picture.

“Or this one?” On your screen was you dressed in a velvet little black dress. Both pictures you had clearly posed to show off your god given womanly assets. Damian swiped between the two looking intently.

“ Red one…”

“Perfect, thank you” You smiled at Damian.

“Wait, what is it for?” Damian’s eyebrows furrowed and his arms folded over his chest.

“I have a date tonight. Don’t worry I’m staying to watch you then going.” You moved next to Damian and rested your head on his bicep so you could see the screen. He was toasty in warmth and gosh you felt incredibly turned on leaning against him. The sexual chemistry you felt for him was incredible and here you were stupidly telling him about the date you were going to go on.

“A date? Who with?” Damian asked sourly, he could feel the jealousy coursing through his blood. You tilted your head upwards, your attention taken away from the screen and onto him. You could feel Priest’s muscles had tensed and the bitterness in his voice as he spoke.

“Just some guy.” You mumbled.

“Some guy? Must be real special huh? WWE guy?”

You nodded your head but didn't respond with who it was exactly.

“Cool. Well I’m on. Enjoy your date, yeah?” Priest walked with the rest of the Judgement Day through the curtains leaving you to catch your balance. You were good at reading people and you knew instantly Priest was not okay with this date you had planned, you just couldn’t tell if it was because he was being protective or… if it was because he was jealous and felt the sexual chemistry just as much as you did.

One hour and 30 minutes had passed, you’d be nursing the same drink the whole time you’d been waiting for your date to show up. It wasn’t like the location was out of the way, it was literally the lounge where all the superstars were staying. You’d seen WWE superstars come and go, the most embarrassing moment was Damian coming in from the arena and seeing you aimlessly swirl your straw in the dregs of your drink. He had given you one single wave and the quickest smile before looking away. You’d caught the attention of a random male who raised his glass at you, you’d never experienced so many males try to flirt with you whilst being stood up at the same time. Slumping your chin into the palm of your hand in defeat you turned over your phone that had been face down on the corner of the table. You opened up your messages with Damian.

You: You busy?

You didn’t have to wait long for a reply, Damian had replied instantly to your message.

Damo: No, why?

You: Think I’ve been stood up :/

Damo: Want me to come save the day then huh?

You: It is kind of embarrassing sat here, dressed like this... alone. Random men keep trying it on with me…

Damo: I’ll come save the day for you.

It wasn’t long till you saw Damian emerge like he was being presented to you like some chiselled god the way the elevator doors opened and glowed behind him. Signature black shirt, a few buttons left open, black trousers and his dreads parted over each shoulder, he looked charming. Your eyes didn’t leave him once and you watched him walk over until he was sat in front of you. A waiter came over and took your drinks order.

“Good date?” Damian chuckled but stopped when he saw you could almost burst into tears.

“It’s not funny. I feel so stupid.” You whimpered, tucking your fringe behind your ears in an attempt to distract yourself from letting the tears fall. Damian gently took your hand away from your face and held it, settling them down on the table… together.

“The unnamed date is stupid, not you. He’s stupid for leaving a stunning girl like you alone. He’s stupid for letting a hot piece off ass dressed like this be alone. He’s stupid not you.” His voice was deeply angelic as he stroked hand with his thumb. You couldn’t help but chuckle at Damian’ calling you ‘a hot piece of ass’. Your drinks had been delivered and the waiter looked rather disheartened as he looked down at your hands as he previously and unsuccessfuly tried to flirt with you. A few moments passed when Austin Theory had approached your table, he took notice of the hands and huffed.

“Austin huh?” Damien raised and wiggled his eyebrows at you trying to hold back his laughter at your chosen date. You squinted your eyes at Damian now feeling even sillier. Damian let go of your hand, you’d never felt so empty, he leaned back in the chair.

“Takes time to look this good. Beat it, Priest.” Priest thinned his lips still containing his chuckles, he raised his hands into the air and pushed his chair back ready to stand. You shot up from your own chair and demanded for Priest to sit down. His face of held back laughter had now turned to confusion.

“Sit down Damian!” You firmly instructed him and on your second command he did so.

“C’mon babe? Don’t be like this, I was looking forward to our date” Damian watched on in envy as Austin’s hand tapped your bum. You shoved Austin’s away and sat in your seat.

“I’m on my date. With the person I’m supposed to be on a date with. So if you’d please excuse yourself and leave” Austin flipped the pair of you off and walked away claiming “you have no idea what you’re missing out on.”

“Egotistical prick” You mumbled under your breath.

“That melon? Really?” Damian was finally able to blurt out chuckling.

“Shut up!” You rolled your eyes trying not to crack a smile.

“ So this is a date then?” Priest asked, leaning forward on the table.

“If that’s what you want?” You replied also leaning forward, your proxemics becoming intimate. Priest shook his head rolling his lips before speaking.

“This is what I want” He passionately grasped your cheeks into his hands and crashed his lips onto yours. You had no complaints from your end and enjoyed the most sexual tension filled kiss you’d ever had. Pulling away you laughed at Priest’s lips having smudged your lipstick all over him, you sensually wiped it for him, tracing your fingers along his lips.

The date concluded and you ended up back in Damian’s room, with your head in between his thighs enjoying listening to Priest moan as you moved your head up and down.

A loud bang at the door had stopped your flow. Priest raised his head and begged you to continue.

“Priest” Balor’s voice called out from behind the door.

“Ignore it” Priest sighed in enjoyment, throwing his head back as you continued.

“Priest! Open up”

“Nah I can’t enjoy this whilst Balor is calling out your name!” You jolted up wrapping your body in the duvet hinting at Priest to open up. Resentfully, Priest threw on some bottoms and opened the door a jar.

“What's up man?” Priest asked as Balor looked him up and down.

“Are you coming out?” Balor tried to rear his head round to get a better view of the room.

“Think I’m just going to chill.”

“Hi Balor!” You called out standing in frame so he could barely see you. Balor’s eyes grew wide and fell back onto Priest’s. Balor cheekily smiled and began nodding his head.

“Say no more. Sorry for interrupting” Balor patted Priest on the chest before winking and walking away. Priest closed the door and turned back to you.

“Where were we?” Priest playfully speared you onto the bed removing the sheets from your body.

#wwe #wwe fanfiction #wwe fanfic #wwe oneshhot #wwe imagine #wwe raw #wwe smackdown #damian priest #damian priest oneshot #damian priest fanfiction #damian priest wwe #damia priest fanfic #damian priest imagine #judgement day #wwe judgement day

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cottoncandytomu · 1 year

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SLOW BURN ENEMIES TO LOVERS FIC IN THE WORKS BABYYYYYY~

I've decided to start working on a new fic that will hopefully be out this weekend!! It's a Ellie Williams x F!Reader x Abby Anderson love triangle - reader being in the middle of it! Here is a photo I edited of said story. It's titled "Torn." (More descriptions of the story below!!)

In this story you and Ellie are both Superheroes! (This ones for the comic nerds most defffff). Abby is the villain hehehe~ It will include angst, fluff, smut and dark themes (I'm putting everything in this bitch). So it will be 18+ no minors and ageless blogs are welcome to this story - or any of my content for that matter!

I haven’t made up any hero names so I’m just going to use their regular names for this 🫡🫡

Here's a brief summary below!!

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You and Ellie are one unstoppable superhero couple, constantly being in the public eye has sky rocketed you both to stardom. To the public you both seem to be an extremely skilled fighting duo. You wielding the ability of Psionics. Being able to move matter, read minds, teleport and see events before they happen. Whilst your beautiful, loved by all, girlfriend has super strength more powerful than any entity in the universe that is paired perfectly with her ability to fly. She is a natural born leader. Being the head of all heroes comes with great responsibility she doesn't take lightly.

You both fight crime and take on whatever challenges come your way to keep Seattle safe. The biggest threat to you all is none other than Abby. A force not to be reckoned with, her ability is to shape shift into anyone she pleases. This along with the power to wield the abilities of anyone she shifts into makes her a dangerous opponent. Her mind is set on one thing, making sure there are no more heroes left.

Abby isn't like the rest of society. She can see right through the little while lies of all the heroes. They're not the saviors the public perceives them to be. If she can be true to her wicked ways, not hiding who she truly is then why can't they? They don't care about the people they save. They only care for the cameras and flashing lights. The praise they get is laughable. All they do is fool the masses. It disgusts her.

You knew this all too well though. Having to deal with Ellie behind the scenes was enough to know how fake everything and everyone was. The duo everyone has known to love and obsess over is not the duo they think they know. Ellie is selfish and cruel. She won't let anything or anyone - including you - stop her from being the best there is.

What will happen when you're face to face with true danger, head to head with none other than Abby. Will Abby see you as the others or will she peel back the layers to recognize that your true intent is good. Will you be corrupted by her ways when she shows you what you could be instead? Will you finally accept the dark thoughts that have been clouding your mind since you were young? Will you truly understand Abby's true intentions? Or will you be just like the rest of them? Selfish and greedy for that spotlight. Torn between two choices, you must choose your fate~

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GOOD GRAVY!! IM HYPE FOR THIS STORYYYY I WON'T LIEEEE!! This will be my first ever slow burn fic so I hope you all enjoy it when it comes out!! Thank you all for reading! While you wait here's my Masterlist~ where you can find more of my works :)

Have a wonderful night/day you Beauties~

=^.^=~

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carlyraejepsans · 2 years

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I think the thing that makes undynes genocide fight so powerful is she is not only fighting for all monsters, but for EVERYONE.

“This isn't just about monsters anymore, is it? If you get past me, you'll... You'll destroy them all, won't you? Monsters... Humans... Everyone... Everyone's hopes. Everyone's dreams. Vanquished in an instant. But I WON'T let you do that.”

The fact that she was so insistent on hating humanity to switching to wanting to protect everyone, including humans, from you. Her fight is her truly giving every last piece of herself in an attempt to save everyone.

it's funny... somehow genocide gives a lot of the main cast a chance to have the same character development they have in pacifist.

papyrus, after seeing you ignore and ruin his puzzles without even just batting an eye, realizes his dreams of stardom and vaguely defined popularity aren't the right goal, and he should treasure his friendship with undyne instead (you don't even have to mention everything about his "i shall be your friend and guardian" speech before we confront him)

like you just said, undyne gets over her blind hatred for humanity and recongizes humans as the next logical victims of your annihilation, so she fights for THEIR hopes and dreams too!

alphys finally faces her mistakes for the greater good and literally saves half the population by evacuating the rest of the underground. EVEN bringing them to the true lab for safety where she hid the amalgamates, and going around hotland IN PERSON to make sure no one was left behind.

and while with sans it's much more of a grey case, he does finally get the desperation determination to ACT and give his actions some weight, even in spite of the resets.

flowey finally sees the horror of the "kill or be killed" mentality and returns to considering himself as part of the other monsters, and not Something Else Above Them (such as him begging Asgore for help)

it's almost ironic. it's almost poetic.

#answered asks #undertale #sans #papyrus #alphys #undyne #flowey #metanalysis

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livingfandomly · 5 days

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Been busy digesting ttpd and trying to come to terms with everything I’ve heard.

This is an album for the core fans to truly understand and accept. For people who were here pre-snake gate. Before pop-stardom. For people who heard SN and saw glimpses of cracks that she tried to edit out and who heard folklore/evermore and saw through the mirage of fiction.

Ttpd feels like an album Taylor wrote and didn’t think about editing to make it “look good”. To make herself “look good”. It’s just truth. It’s just pain. It’s just a battle cry and a knee-deep prayer, to her fans in particular, to stop putting her on a pedestal, to stop demanding certain behaviours and moralities from her that they themselves don’t adhere to. It’s her letting everything that’s happened over the last decade go and the listener can hear how much she had just churning in her gut.

Overall, I think this is my favourite album of hers. The first half of the album has the pop vibes and the second half is more folkevermore driven but all of it just a culmination of everything she has been through and survived and now? It’s time to move on. I also think that after this and the last two TVs are released, we’re not getting a new album from her for a while. I think she’s going to try to focus on film and will keep writing for herself because, as we know, this is her therapy. But I genuinely think that we’re not getting a new album for a while and I also think bestie needs a break even if all she does is cry and be hella productive. Take a break bestie.

#taylor swift #ttpd #ts ttpd #taylor swift ttpd #taylor swift the eras tour #the eras tour #the tortured poets department the anthology #the tortured poets department

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player: Kylian Mbappe words: 1123 request: Kylian / she / 500 - 900 / You’re spending christmas at his families house and after dinner he takes you to a spot he used to go to when he was a child(when he wanted to be alone to think or something) so the two of you just lay there watching the stars and after a while he looks at you and says: „I love you“ for the first time

Kylian had been determined to take her to his family home for quite some time but the perfect opportunity had never arisen before now. He’d waited patiently for a chance where the two of them had time off and though it seemed to take a lifetime before she was here, sitting on his parents couch, like she has always been there, it was finally clicking in place and felt like . Sitting with a big smile on her face and her hands wrapped around an extra large mug of something hot and delicious, she looked so natural with no sign of anxiousness that had been there on the drive over. She’d nervously picked at her fingers, hoping to find a rough edge of the nail so that she could tear it off but none came and she was left wringing her hands as she went over several scenarios in her mind. She shouldn’t have worried and despite there being the obvious first time meeting awkwardness that came with every first encounter, it was to Kylian, a success.

Though they’ve eaten and are sitting in a quiet, calm environment as everyone lets their belly settle, Kylian’s fingers find hers as his palm covers the back of her hand to clasp the two together. His thumb strokes over hers in a soft, slow motion that brings a smile to her face as she leans against the sofa cushions.

“Are you up for a drive and a walk?” he asks quietly and watches as she gives a small nod. “Get changed and meet me at the car, yeah?” he says in a voice equally quiet.

He loves his family and the feeling of comfort when he comes “home” but he needs that time away, just as he had whilst growing up. Bringing her here was a big deal, it made everything official and having it this way made him need a breather and there was one place that Kylian wanted, if not needed, to show her.

Usually, Kylian would rather cut off his arm than have anyone on the bonnet of his car. He hated the thought of it getting scratches or dents or any kind of cosmetic issue with his baby but something felt right about laying on it. They were parked near an old field, one with two empty goal posts deprived of their netting long ago but still used regularly by the kids that lived nearby. Just like he used to when growing up.

When he wasn’t on the pitch getting covered in mud with grass stains on his clothing and light grazes on his knees, he was sitting on the bench near where he’d parked now and just let himself breathe. It was the one place that Kylian truly felt that he could have a clear head as a child and it still works now.

“It was easier when I first came here.” he’s almost speaking to himself rather than her. Trying to explain to himself how things became so complicated so quickly. Being a footballer was his dream but like many others who shoot to stardom too fast, he didn’t realise what he was giving up by getting seemingly everything. “Though it was competitive, it was still just fun, you know?” he says, staring up at the sky. Here, despite the closeness to the city itself, light pollution seems to not apply at this spot, enabling a beautiful view of the stars above.

“I didn’t go home wondering what kind of abuse I was going to receive online for missing a pass or fluffing a shot on goal. If I missed a penalty out here, that was it. It stayed here on the pitch and no-one said anything afterwards. I miss how easy it was.”

“It must be hard because you can’t go back. You can’t retire from football and take a normal job now because of who you are.” she hadn’t fully thought of this before, or at least not in this way. She’d considered what Kylian might do after football, but it wasn’t a case of needing to stay in the football world because he cannot venture out of it.

“Someone will end up bringing a match that stands out for all the wrong reasons. It’s just not possible.” Kylian agrees, moving his body into a more comfortable position. “Or it is possible but it’s not a lifestyle that is safe. But if I hadn’t taken those chances and signed for the clubs that I have and if France hadn’t called me up when they had, then I wouldn’t be here with you now.”

“And that’s not something I want to think about,” she shivers slightly and tucks herself into Kylian a little more, careful not to move too much in case it damages the car. The last thing she wants is to be the cause of a dent or scuff from her sneakers.

“Neither do I,” he states, wrapping an arm around her and holds her in place. “Because there’s no-one else I’ve wanted to bring home to my parents, and to this spot like I have with you.” It could just be a line being fed to her, but it was a line that she was sucking up and absorbing it like the air that she breathes. She wants to reply but this feels far more honest than he’s ever been. In a way, she feels awful for the length of time it’s taken to get here when he’s been asking for so long. She wants to reply but it seems that now he’s started, he wants to finish it. It feels there’s something else on his tongue that needs to spill out and so she remains in silence until he wants to say it. “Right now, I can’t imagine not having you in my life. Having your support. Your…your love, I guess?” He says. “Because that’s how I hope you feel. If you don’t,” he clears his throat and she feels her stomach beginning to flip as she realises where this is going. “then it makes it awkward, because I do love you.”

“You do?” she asks, voice keeping a tremor despite her best efforts as she turns to face him. He keeps his eyes up on the sky as she scans as much of his face as she can see, only dropping slightly to watch his adam’s apple work as he swallows hard. When he nods, the sound of it almost echoing through the car’s metalwork, it’s the only answer he can give.

“I love you too, Ky. Please don’t think for a moment that I don’t.”

“Promise?” He finally says after what feels like a lifetime as he turns his face to hers.

“I promise.”

#kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe fanfic #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe blurb #kylian mbappe drabble #kylian mbappe fanfiction

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Several Sentences Sunday

Tagged by the amazing @anewkindofme 💟

Here's a snippet from Day 16 of Regressuary:

Grell waited in the lobby of the foster agency beside her husband with anticipation coursing through her veins and a radiant grin on her face.

Today was the day. After eleven months of strict visitation only, thorough home inspections, and what had felt like an endless amount of paperwork and background checks, today was finally the day her and Sebastian would finally be bringing home their darling baby boy from foster care. It was almost hard to believe that this was actually happening.

Here she was, sitting beside the man of her dreams and love of her life, about to have another dream of hers fulfilled: becoming a mother. For as long as she could remember, Grell had always imagined a life of stardom, romance, and motherhood for herself. Of course, life rarely turns out the exact way one imagines it. While she had managed to make a spot for herself in the world of fashion and modeling, she spent the first twelve years of her career alone in a penthouse with only her cat for company.

Despite the fame and adoration from fans and people in the industry alike, she had struggled to find a true connection with someone who actually wanted her for her.

Then three years ago, Sebastian came along. He was handsome, charming, loving, considerate, and a damn good cook. He was everything and more a woman could ever ask for in a man. They were engaged and married a year later.

It was last July when they decided they wanted to adopt a Little. They only had to visit two foster agencies before their heart was set on a slate-haired little boy with big, ocean blue eyes and a very young headspace between newborn and twenty-four months. His name was Ciel Phantomhive, now soon to be Ciel Michaelis-Sutcliff. He was only thirteen and still newly classified when he went into the system just last February, after his parents passed away in a tragic housefire. Grell still remembered how shy and frightened the poor thing was when she and Sebastian first met him. However, after just a few visitations with him, Ciel gradually began to warm up to the two of them.

Now, all of these months later, the boy would light up whenever he saw them when they came to visit. He had especially grown fond of story time with Sebastian, playing dress-up with Grell, and having a cuddle with them. He truly was the sweetest baby Grell had ever known. And now he was officially theirs.

Tagging (if you wanna): @angelique-of-the-volturi-guard, @snarkythewoecrow and anyone who wants to join!

#tag game #black butler #kuroshitsuji #grell sutcliff #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #our!ciel #sebagrell #age regression #agere fandom #snippet #my fanfiction

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Becoming The Poisonous Commander

April 29th, 2019 It was the finals of the Cinderella Tournament, Queen’s Quest vs Queen’s Quest, Iyo Sky vs Yasmina Tetsuya. Iyo was the top star of STARDOM, the best Joshi Puroresu wrestler of this generation, former World of Stardom Champion but most importantly the leader of Queen’s Quest, STARDOM’s greatest faction to ever be created & it was started because of Iyo & Yasmina.

Iyo would betray her Thunder Rock tag team partner Mayu Iwatani to create Queen’s Quest alongside her would be the first member of Queen’s Quest, her second in command & her protege, Yasmina Tetsuya. Iyo would first meet Yasmina in Mexico during STARDOM’s tour in Mexico & she automatically saw the potential she had & decided to take her under her wing & make her better than she already was. That’s when Iyo started discussing her plan of the formation of Queen’s Quest & ditch her pathetic partner behind to make a better one & that’s what exactly happened. After betraying Mayu, Iyo had reach more success than she had ever done with Mayu & Kairi, it was Yasmina who made her the best version of herself & in return Iyo would do the same for Yasmina. It was because of her Yasmina would win her first ever championship in STARDOM, the Goddess Of Stardom Championship with Iyo defeating her former friends Mayu & Kairi. Everything was going spectacular for Queen’s Quest but that was until Momo Watanabe betrayed Mayu as well & joined Queen’s Quest.

Iyo was very satisfied with Yasmina & her progress but she felt she that she could do it again with a younger talent, she saw the potential Momo had & she wanted to take it to the advantage of making Queen’s Quest better than what it already was with a new face, a new protege & even maybe a new queen & Yasmina hated it. As soon as Momo joined so would the others like AZM, someone else who she couldn’t stand & loathed, Iyo has new play things so she didn’t need Yasmina so much as she did in the beginning of Queen’s Quest in fact she would start teaming with her Goddess of Stardom tag team partner less & less but she always made time for Momo & AZM, she even won the Artist of Stardom Championships with them not caring about the Goddess with Yasmina, when they lost the titles Iyo acted like she didn’t care while Yasmina was devastated, it was the first championship she won in STARDOM, in Japan & Iyo acted like she didn’t care. That’s when the hatred for someone who she used to consider her best friend & sister started to brew deeply inside of her.

It would get worse when Yasmina suffered a knee injury that would take her out for 9 months, she torn her ACL, when she was on the sidelines Momo was becoming one of the best joshi’s in STARDOM, to the point she challenged Iyo for the Wonder of Stardom Championship & WON!?!?!?! IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE YASMINA’S CHAMPIONSHIP IYO PROMISED! IYO PROMISED! SHE PROMISED! That was her breaking point & when she would return during the beginning of 2019 she would go back on her winning streak that she had when she first joined STARDOM, she awakened this new person inside of her, someone who deep down was anger but she had to hide it from Iyo & Queen’s Quest so when she returned she went back to teaming with Queen’s Quest acting like how things were before she got injured. Without them knowing Yasmina was plotting & it would start at the Cinderella Tournament.

Now we’re here the finals of the Cinderella Tournament. She made it her plan worked! She made it to the finals now all that would determine if it truly worked was to defeated her former mentor, Iyo Sky. The match was a hard battle between two women who knew each other so well, the mornings & nights training together & the deep conversations that they shared. But that didn’t matter to her anymore all that she wanted to do was destroy Iyo, destroy the faction they created together & break her protege, Momo Watanabe. Some point during the match the referee was knocked down, Iyo & Yasmina were down on the mat trying to caught their breath. That’s when someone unexpectedly came out running to the ring to cause some type of trouble, it was Bullet Club to be specific it was Alina King, Timeless Toni Storm, Rhea Ripley, Bayley & Mercedes Mone. Bullet Club & Queen’s Quest had already had their share of problems & they hated each other & now they were going to ruin this historical finals of the Cinderella Tournament? Once Iyo & Yasmina realized what was happening they stopped fighting each other & paid their attention to Bullet Club, as Iyo was yelling at Bullet Club, unfortunately for Ito she didn’t notice the Serpent King, Alina King sliding a steel chair to a Yasmina Tetsuya. Alina & Yasmina gave each other evil smiles that was before

WHAM!

Iyo was hit in the head with a steel chair by Yasmina, out of all people she couldn’t it was Yasmina who did this to her, she couldn’t believe it after all she did for her, if it wasn’t for her she wouldn’t even be in STARDOM, it wasn’t just about STARDOM that she was upset about it was their relationship, after everything they’ve been through together & just for someone she saw as her best friend & sister to betray her? She was bleeding from the top of her head to the point it started to drip on her face, she was dizzy & couldn’t stand up that’s when Yasmina brutally kicked her in her already bleeding head to pin her.

1…2…3…

Yasmina Tetsuya just pinned Iyo Sky to win the STARDOM 2019 Cinderella Tournament. What have she done?! She betrayed Iyo! She betrayed Queen’s Quest! But the most important question did she just join Bullet Club?!?!?

#stardom wrestling #skull kabuki #core six #new japan pro wrestling #bullet club #yasmina tetsuya #poisonous commander #stardom fanfiction #njpw fanfiction

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Title: And That’s a Wrap Summary: Being a production assistant, Sakura is expected to be the one to run errands, relay messages, distribute and print scripts, and every hard work there is to be done inside a set. What isn’t expected, is falling in love with an actor on set. Author’s Notes: This was originally for ssmonth day 30 but never made the final cut because I was too lazy and unmotivated to do it. Pretty plain, cliche, but enjoy!

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She was late. Again.

Sakura made a vow last night that she’ll be on time today, especially since it’s the first day of taping. Plus, this might be by far the biggest show she’ll be in.

Well, technically, she will be working on, not starring in. The amount of teamwork done by the production team, (which she is a part of), is a great factor in order to allow the actors a better space to be comfortable working on. And by the amount of effort and talent the actors could be putting, will the show’s success be measured.

Being a production assistant, Sakura is expected to be the one to run errands, relay messages, distribute and print scripts, and every hard work there is to be done inside a set. It’s very tiring for someone like her—a five-foot-eight woman with not-so-strong arms for heavy errand lifting.

But she’s willing to endure it, for the sake of achieving the dream that she truly wants.

Though for now, she can't afford to think about such serious matters, Because what’s important at the moment is for her to catch the train and hope that the director won’t have her head when she realizes Sakura's late.

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First day in sets was both tiring and fulfilling for Sasuke.

Being in the industry and acting for about ten years now, he’s experienced many things when he’s working on set. A lot of it was from his co-stars who may vary depending on whoever the director wants. Most were fun to be with, he’ll admit, who are more concerned about one’s welfare than their own comfort. And Sasuke quite appreciates that, being someone who is not as socially inclined as many, and someone who likes his own company rather than unwanted mingling.

Tiring as it was, due to hours and hours of changing into clothes, preparing for scenes, memorizing dialogue, and being committed to the character he is portraying. He could only hope that the off-cam staff are there to help him, because he knows he can’t deal with everything that is required of him when he’s acting.

And as far as experiences so far went, first days most of the times were fulfilling.

But not today though.

He arrived at set at 5 am, still yawning after being awakened so early. It’s been a while since he’s done a project that required more months than usual of filming. While most taping only requires 2 to 3 months of filming, this new project he was starring in was a fantasy series—multiple episodes and almost an hour each one, according to the director that is—so that meant he was due to be in filming production for almost 6 months because of the complication of certain scenes.

As much as he loves this line of work, he can’t deny that there are times like these where he wished he could just lay in bed and forget his career.

Surely, he knows how fulfilling it would be if his show would be officially out in the public, ready to be viewed and to gain recognition which could very well boost his career into further stardom.

But at the moment, where his energy is required in great measure, he wants nothing more than to run home and have a coffee date with his bed.

This proposition was developed after he realized that he was to do what he needed, instead of having someone to run errands for him. It wasn’t a form of laziness or lack of initiative to do certain tasks, but because it was almost expected, or if not, then required that another person from the production team or form the crew members behind cameras should be the one to run errands, because you can’t possibly expect an actor—who does the job in the film—to be the one to do his own errands as well.

Sasuke’s sure he’s heard that there was a production assistant or something along those lines to provide them their needs. But the morning he came, he missed the said person seeing he went out his way to get himself breakfast and get his script before going to the make-up trailer. Supposedly, he’s to go directly to the make-up department in order to start things quicker in filming. But instead, he went out to get himself food for energy fuel and his script because he can’t possibly improvise into character and make his own dialogues.

This made his mood slightly on edge so early in the morning, especially that filming hasn’t technically, officially begun. His face had a scowl, and a frown as if he’s shooing away everyone who would come his way. It did not help that he was practically irritable to the make-up team, who did absolutely nothing yet at all.

He sighs in resignation, hoping that the day would get better, at least.

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“You’re late!”

Sakura winces at the loud voice that assaulted her the moment she stepped foot in the little tent set up for crew members like her. She looks up and sees no other than the director and the producer herself, Tsunade Senju. She looks at Sakura with a piercing glare that makes her feel like a child being scolded, her arms crossed and screaming the very word authority.

“I’m sorry,” Sakura says as she blows a perfect 90 degree, hoping that she could get away with it because it’s the middle of the day and they have scenes to film.

She hears Tsunade sigh, and that prompts her to look up. “Just…go along with your job,” she waves her hand as a gesture of shooing Sakura away. But before Sakura could exit Tsunade’s wrath peacefully, the director brings back her menacing glare and adds, “But don’t think we won't be talking later.”

Sakura feels a chill run up her spine as she’s provided with a mental image of what could possibly happen later.

“Yes ma’am,” Sakura says with another bow, before she quite literally ran away.

When she was a good distance away from the tent, Sakura heaved a breath of relief. She couldn’t possibly bear to stay in that tent any longer without her head getting cut off from mere anger.

Punctuality is important to Tsunade, especially when it's the first days of official filming. She knows the director won’t tolerate this consistent tardiness that she’s doing. But punctuality is also important for Sakura, it’s just that her alarm didn’t ring as loud enough to wake someone with only four hours of sleep everyday, maybe even less.

But nevertheless, Sakura only got herself to blame for her predicament.

None of that right now though, because aside from the looming terror of what Tsunade could do to her later, she is still a production assistant, and therefore there are many things she has to do, or run around for.

So what she does first is to see the other co-directors probably filming scenes right now with the actors, and to see if they need something from her.

And sure enough, the moment Jiraya set eyes on her, he motioned for her to come to him, before saying, “Please inform Tsunade that we’ve already film this scene—” he gestures to the script he was holding, in which Sakura herself was also holding a replica of “—and these scenes.”

Sakura smiles and nods, before making a metal note of the specific things Jiraya told her. She then runs around to check on the actor’s trailers, asking if they need something or they want to ask for something. Like clockwork, Sakura finds herself in the ever-so-familiar routine she’s grown to inhabit. Running around, relaying messages, information, fetching needs, finishing certain tasks, running errands, and the things that someone in her position is expected to do.

Despite the fatigue, Sakura finds herself smiling throughout the day, welcoming the familiar pain in her arms and the aching of her legs.It’s these moments that reminds her of the path she’s really chosen to take, and the sense of satisfaction that she’s doing her job properly—being able to help the production crew and attending to the actors’ needs.

And by tomorrow, she’s ready to repeat the cycle all over again.

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Sasuke’s first day was as tiring as ever.

Due to the availability of locations, and the current location they were in, he had to film most of his action scenes first. And action scenes, by far, especially in a fantasy genre, required a lot of flying and being hoisted up in ratchet pulls from stunts.

He had a stunt double, luckily. But at the same time, there was a complication about it because his stunt double did not look like him at all. Sure his supposed double has the same build as he was, but his face didn't look nearly like Sasuke. The crew members told him that they couldn’t find someone that looked like him that could also do stunts, only someone that looked like Sasuke when he’s facing the opposite direction. This issue made some eyebrows raise and develop the notion that Sasuke’s apparently too pretty or perfect that there’s no one else who could possibly have the same face that Sasuke has.

Thankfully, though, Sasuke took matters into his own hands as he declared he could do most of his stunts. He learned martial arts while growing up, and is physically capable of being harnessed and hoisted up in the air while pretending to fight someone.

A method actor, he was.

So it wasn’t a surprise that the second day, when he woke up, his limbs were tired and his body felt like it was beaten up violently. Running errands would be so hard in that state, surely.

Yet fortunately, by miraculous gifts from above, there was a knock at his trailer door after getting picked up from his hotel to set.

He was removing his shirt to change into something more comfortable when it came. “Come in,” he said nonetheless.

The trailer door creaked open before he heard a very feminine shriek of Oh! and the trailer door closed once again.

Sasuke momentarily looked back. It was a woman. His mistake, being careless of allowing entry. So quickly, Sasuke put on his shirt and fixed himself, before re-opening the door and expecting the person who hastily exited while he was changing to be there waiting.

And sure enough, there was the person. A woman of odd pink hair, looking downcast as if looking up was sacredly forbidden.

Pink hair?

“I’m sorry about earlier,” Sasuke says in politeness, and also to make his presence known since it looked like the woman didn’t notice him yet.

The said woman flinched and quite literally jumped at his voice. Her gaze snapped towards his face and Sasuke saw the most charming sight he had ever seen.

She had bubblegum pink hair, no mistaking, a cute nose, plump lips, and the most fascinating green eyes of viridian.

She was breathtakingly beautiful, Sasuke realized that as he stared and held his breath. What made this whole person even more charming was the bloom of pink on her pretty cheeks, making her all the more beautiful.

“Ah, I-I’m sorry too…” she started, tucking a stand of her pink locks behind her ear. “I didn’t know you were c-changing.”

Sasuke nodded and gestured her inside, knowing that she needed something from him seeing that she went all the way and even went inside his trailer.

“Right,” she cleared her throat after she came inside his trailer, her cheeks still hot with that familiar blush. “I just want to know what you want for today,” she said, then took the thick bind of paper she was clutching between her arm and torso. “I also brought your script.”

Sasuke only nodded and took his script nonchalantly, “thank you,” he slightly bows, before finally asking the obvious, “And who are you?”

The woman once again flinched and nervously fidgeted as she bowed. “Right! I’m Sakura Haruno, the production assistant."

"Hm…" Sasuke murmured. "You weren't here yesterday."

That made Sakura slightly shameful as that blush on her cheeks deepened into an almost red tint.

Sasuke almost laughed. She looked like a tomato.

"Right. I was late yesterday and arrived here when production was already ongoing," she explains, looking anywhere but his eyes, fumbling with her hands and stressfully talking.

When Sasuke only stared at her did Sakura realize that she was just talking nonsense.

"I'm just babbling, aren't I?" she sighs, "I'm sorry…"

"It's alright," Sasuke says as he places his script on the table. "Yesterday wasn't very tiring."

Liar. His mind tells him as he's reminded of his aching limbs and drained energy.

"It wasn't? The other actors told me how tired they were 'cause I wasn't here," Sakura curiously explained as she tilted her head to the side.

Adorable. Sasuke thought as he tried to hide a smile.

Suddenly, a loud ring interrupted them and made Sakura flinch and fumble with her pocket.

"Oh shoot," she whispers, then looks at him. "I'm really sorry, but it's the director and I think she needs me."

"It's okay. Go ahead."

And with that, Sakura left Sasuke’s trailer explaining on the phone with her voice almost about to cry.

Sasuke lays in bed and waits for their call time, remembering how he didn't tell Sakura what he wanted for breakfast.

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Sasuke was wandering around the food section, looking for a potential breakfast before heading to the make-up department when he saw Sakura standing and getting food. She wasn't really that hard to miss since was a very tall woman and had a unique hair color. She had at least 4 stacks of paper cartons on her arms and a few bundles of scrips on her other arm.

Sasuke makes a point of searching around the stalls, ignoring the avocado that he's been eyeing, and slowly inching towards Sakura as if he didn't see her.

Sakura was the first to greet him with a 'hi' before he responded with a 'hey'.

"I've never got your order," Sakura starts as she counts the paper containers she has and orders more food.

"It's fine. I was planning to head here myself anyway."

"Have you ordered yet?" Sakura asks.

"No," Sasuke honestly responds with half a mind to lie.

"You should probably order now, Mr Uchiha. Taping will start pretty soon."

"Sasuke is fine," he murmurs, which Sakura might've missed.

"Pardon?"

"Sasuke. Call me Sasuke," he says clearly and looks at her. Sasuke finds it comfortable to look at her since they see eye to eye easily as her 5 '8" height is a good match to his 6 foot height, unlike most women who look up to him when they talk.

"Sasuke-san then," she says.

"That sounds too formal."

"Sasuke?"

"Too plain."

"Sasuke… kun?"

Sasuke smiles a little and nods.

"That's better," he says. "Can I call you Sakura?"

"Sure!" she smiles. "I feel like if you call me Haruno I should expect a scolding."

Sasuke lets out a breath, the closest thing he does to a laugh. Sakura giggles as well, before their little laughter dies down.

They were left to look at each other, Sasuke’s eyes roaming her beautiful face before his eyes looked at her lips. Sakura nervously cleared her throat when she saw that his eyes were looking at her lips.

Sakura's phone chimes suddenly, this time making both of them flinch. Sasuke looks aways with his face all heated up, clearing his throat as Sakura reads her text.

"Um… It's Tsunade," Sakura points at her phone and shows it to Sasuke.

"Go ahead," Sasuke ushers.

"I'll see you later then," she waves goodbye then leaves with stacks of paper carton on her arm and a few copies of the script.

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Taping started not long after Sakura and Sasuke’s little encounter.

Sasuke, thankfully, was still able to eat an avocado toast before one of the staff took the last one. After that, he realized that he was late for his make-up appointment, so he rushed towards the make-up department and followed through on time for the first scene he'll shoot for the day.

Luckily, the director saw it fit to have a break from the intense action stunts, but decided to push through the dialogue-heavy scenes and the slight romance that was included in the series.

Sasuke's co-star, Karin Uzumaki, was his love interest in the series. Karin had an annoying habit of being loud at most times, but when it comes to the cameras rolling, Sasuke's thankful that she's nothing but professional. He's also met her fiancé, Suigetsu Hozuki who he's worked with in some projects. Suigetsu is quite mischievous and often playful, while Karin is more serious and regal. Now that he's met them both, Sasuke thinks they're quite the match.

Since Karin was needed on the other scenes, they had to tape the little 'knight in shining armor scene' that included a little romantic sense.

Sasuke and Karin practiced beforehand when the crew was setting-up the place. Since romance wasn't Sasuke's forte, and that Karin was more on the girlboss side than the damsel in distress, they both had a hard time to nail a good interaction that had good chemistry during their practice.

They both eventually agreed that maybe it was because they were conscious of the lack of camera that they were unable to get into character. Sasuke and Karin dropped the practice and hoped that once the director said 'action!' the chemistry will come naturally.

When the 'action!' did come, however, it was shortly followed by a loud 'cut!' that left Sasuke and Karin confused.

"There's something wrong," Jiraiya left his seat to stand in front of them. Being the director known for romance dramas, and more-than-your-contemporary-romance genres (read: erotica), Jiraiya was tasked with the romantic scenes. Sasuke has seen his work and heard his reputation, and decided that it's better to watch his more simpler films than those he did that reflected his personality way too much.

"You're both very stiff," Jiraiya said, thinking about how to solve the problem. Sasuke doesn't understand what he means by that, because for all he knows he's been giving it his all just for this scene. "It has to be more…free."

Jiraiya then asks Karin if he’ll allow him to touch her so that Jiraiya can demonstrate to Sasuke what he should do with her. The redhead begrudgingly agrees as she goes in front of Jiraiya. The director told and showed Sasuke where to put his hands, how to look at her, then how to deliver his dialogues.

When Jiraiya was done, Sasuke tried to replicate what he did, but found it hard to do so. Jiraiya kept correcting his tone and adjusting the position of his hands.

They went like that for almost 10 minutes until the director got frustrated and heaved a sigh. He looked around and asked, "I need a volunteer!"

No one seemed to be interested, so the director decided to just choose.

Luckily, Sakura was walking around with a clipboard, checking tasks and whispering to herself.

"Ah, perfect timing," Jiraiya smiled. "Sakura!"

Said girl turned her head to the director. She walks to Jiraiya and bows.

"Yes sir?" Sakura innocently asked, a little bit fidgeting since she's become conscious that she's in the middle of a scene about to be taped.

"Stand in front of Sasuke," Sakura does as she's told confusedly. Jiraiya faces Sasuke then says, "Me and Karin will do what the scene should look like, and I want you to replicate it with Sakura."

Sakura's eyes all but bulged. "Sorry?"

"Is there a problem?"

"Oh, it's just…" Sakura fumbled. "Should it really be me?"

"You're the perfect candidate!" Jiraiya explained. "You're almost the same height and the same build as Karin so it'll be easier for Sasuke to adjust."

"Then why can't I be your partner sir and Ms. Uzumaki be Mr. Uchiha's?"

"Hush now, Sakura. We're wasting time."

Sakura can't fight that. She pouts and faces Sasuke, who tries not to look at her. Sakura notices his ears red and wonders if he's cold under the layers of his costume.

Jiraiya demonstrates with Karin and Sasuke replicates real time. Although, unlike Karin and Jiraiya, who showed perfect chemistry and acting, each of Sasuke’s touch on Sakura felt like it burned her skin. Each dialogue said by Sasuke felt like it's from the heart and not from the script.

After the little impromptu practice was done, Sakura was a little light headed and her knees felt a little weak while Sasuke seemed to develop a blush that no one from the make-up team remembers putting on his face.

It seems the practice was effective because of how better Karin and Sasuke were when they did the scene. They nailed it after 2 tries and finally moved on to the next scenes.

Although Sasuke wasn't sure what caused the success of that moment. He thinks it was the real time practice of having the director guide you. But maybe, it was because he imagined that it was a certain pink-haired woman he was talking to and not his co-star.

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After 2 months of taping, Sasuke and Sakura have grown considerably close. Whenever she would go to his trailer to do her errands, there's no hesitation when she climbs in and their speech has become casual. Sakura would sit on his chair now unlike before where she profusely refused whenever Sasuke offered so.

Whenever they bump into each other, Sakura would smile instead of bowing. Whenever they see each other, they would stand close to each other as if they were long time friends.

The 'practice' incident with Karin and Jiraiya was never mentioned in any conversation. It became an unspoken rule between them to not bring it up to not complicate their budding friendship, or whatever relationship they might have.

Sakura's long accepted that she likes Sasuke. Ever since she saw him on TV, she's always been interested. But now that Sakura got the chance to spend time with him and get to know him behind the cameras, her interest developed into a feeling that she’s sure can only be named as ‘liking’.

She likes seeing him in the morning. Despite what her schedule dictates, she always goes out of her way to visit Sasuke’s trailer first. She spends a good amount of time there just to feel his company and to converse with him, and everytime she exits, it always leaves her giddy and energized.

Since Sakura is the assistant producer, she always runs around the set and meets new people. Every interaction with everyone matters for her, especially if she is to see Sasuke and get the chance to smile at him.

Never once did the thought of confessing and being in a relationship with Sasuke come up in Sakura's mind, however. She's mostly a realist than an idealist and sees the huge obstacle between them: Sasuke is one of the biggest stars in today's generation at the peak of his career, while Sakura is a freshly graduated student that is only starting to pursue her passion.

Sakura thinks she can handle the pain of only being friends with him. She can handle only being able to talk to him and not kiss him. She can handle only being able to stand close to him and not hug him, and most of all, she can handle being the only one feeling this way between them.

The possibility of her feelings being reciprocated, she thinks, is zero, and she doesn't want to stick to delusion and assume that their feelings are mutual.

Although, there are times that Sakura likes to let herself dream about being his and him being hers. She allows herself to drown into the feeling of being together with him and enjoying activities that couples do. But she keeps it managed that she will never act on those deep desires that she has.

Just like now, walking with him is enough. Talking with him is enough. Being with him for a few minutes, for the purpose of work, is enough.

It's enough. Sakura tells herself even when Sasuke looks at her with that look she cannot comprehend. It sends shivers down her spine and stirs something inside of her.

It's enough. Sakura repeats. It should be enough.

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Taping eventually ended after 6 long months and equally tiring days. It wasn't Sasuke’s first time filming a fantasy genre, nor is it his first time being harnessed for action stunts. Although, it is Sasuke’s first time filming a fantasy series that involves being hoisted up in the air in impractical clothing and heavy dialogues. It was both mentally and physically draining for him.

Sasuke was quite happy that taping has finally come to an end and that post-filming will begin. Last days are usually fulfilling and emotional for most since it means that the long journey of making another art is done, and so will it be the last time co-actors and the production crew will see each other.

Sasuke didn't particularly develop any connections with the actors nor the crew to make him dread the ending of taping. He's quite happy that it's done.

Quite. Sasuke thinks. There's a part of him that whispers about a certain and different connection he's made with a certain someone from the production team.

He's not a master of emotions and feelings. He might be quite the method actor, but Sasuke does not have the intrapersonal ability in his body. His emotions are foreign for him and often hard to understand. The simple feelings he knows—happiness, sadness, anger, fear, but not the complex ones like love.

Familial love, sure he knows. But romantic love? He never had the chance to delve into that topic. His brother though, happily living with his wife, is the romantic one between them.

Maybe this is the sign for him to have a talk with Itachi about the topic.

Sasuke sighs as he continues packing the things he leaves in the trailer before heading to his hotel, then finally at his house. There's supposed to be a small celebration after wrapping up, which is probably why it's quiet and not a single sound can be heard near the trailers. Sasuke’s antisocial status is quite known to the public, probably making it the reason why no one asked why he wasn't going to the celebration.

Sasuke doesn't want to leave yet, but he doesn't want to mingle either. He wants to be left to his thoughts and ponder about his decisions, and choices that he doesn't know what are.

He lays down on the little bed on his trailer, about to fall asleep when he hears a knock on his door.

"Sasuke-kun?" that all too familiar voice of Sakura reaches his ears. Sasuke all but smiles upon hearing her.

When Sasuke first felt the urges of smiling, laughing, or finding Sakura cute, he was flabbergasted by his own antics. But after 6 long months, he's grown to accept his reactions and allowed them to flow through with no restraint.

"Are you asleep? I know you're in there!"

Sasuke takes mercy on the woman and opens the door, seeing Sakura holding a little plate of a variety of food, probably to deliver to him.

"Did you go to the party?" Sasuke asks as he steps aside to allow Sakura in.

"Yeah. I planned to not but Tsunade pestered me."

"And those are?" Sasuke pointed at the plate she's holding.

"These are for you. I thought about how you didn't go and decided to get some for you," Sasuke took a bite of the food.

"Hm… Thanks."

Sakura sits on one of the chairs and Sasuke on the bed.

"So…" Sakura starts. "Care to tell me why you didn't go?"

"Mm… Don't want to."

"I wish I could just stay in the tent too. Tsunade just brought out the booze when I left, so they're probably having an alcohol party now."

"Why?" Sasuke genuinely asks. "You don't drink?"

"It's just that… I'm still young… I think."

"Aren't you of legal age? How old are you anyway?"

Sakura looks at him, somewhat offended. "I don't think it's gentlemanly to ask a woman her age."

"That is if you're a middle-aged woman or an old woman, which I assume you are not."

Sakura rolls her eyes. "I'm 23, fresh grad."

Sasuke did some mental maths. 3 years his junior.

"You can stay here," Sasuke mindlessly suggests.

"Nah," Sakura responded almost too fast. I'll come back to the party. Tsunade might have my head if she doesn't see me if she calls me."

"She's probably drunk. Everyone is probably drunk," Sasuke points out.

"I'll go to the tent then."

"What's wrong with staying here?"

"I couldn't possibly intrude. You were about to sleep when I came, so I'll let you rest," Sakura started to stand up and pick up her things.

"I'll see you later, Sasuke-kun."

Before Sakura could walk out of the trailer, Sasuke grabbed her hand and pulled her back inside.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He asks.

"Avoiding you?" Sakura repeats, fumbling a little. "I'm just going to our tent to pack up and leave."

"Leaving so soon?"

"Well, I still have other tasks to do at home. Like….feed my dog, and clean my bathroom, an—"

"Sakura, you have no dog. You told me you didn't have any pets."

Sakura mentally facepalmed. "Well, I'm gonna clean my room and vacuum the living room…"

Sasuke looks at her, unimpressed. Sakura eventually gives up.

"Look, Sasuke-kun, I just want to go home," she sighs in defeat. "You're tired, I'm tired, we're all tired. And since taping has ended, then I'm allowed to pack-up my things and go home to my house."

"But you're avoiding me."

"I'm not, Sasuke-kun. I would never. So do me a favor and let me go, because I really want to get out of here already."

Just when Sakura's mind was made-up, Sasuke looks at her with that look that makes her doubt her own boundaries. It makes her hope that there's something inside of him that cares for her, something inside of him that wants her as much as she wants him.

It's enough. Sakura repeats in her mind. Being friends is enough. It's more than enough.

So, without permission, Sakura kisses Sasuke with all that she has. With all that she wants to say to him, and all that she's been keeping to herself.

Sasuke stood frozen at first, but snapped into reality and held Sakura closer. He responded to her kiss as he fisted his hand on her hair. Sakura responded with a sigh that made something stir inside of Sasuke. He quickly deepened the kiss with an urgency that came abruptly. Sakura looped her hands into his neck while Sasuke’s hands wandered around her hair, to her shoulders, to her back, her waist, then her hips.

When Sasuke found the need for oxygen, he quickly broke the kiss and moved towards her neck. Sasuke nipped at her jaw, down to the junction between her neck and shoulder and sucked at a particularly sweet spot that made Sakura moan in complete, foreign pleasure.

The sound snapped her back to reality as Sakura realized what they were doing.

What happened to boundaries? She thinks as Sasuke continued with his ministrations and slowly traced a path towards her ear.

"Sasuke-kun," Sakura calls out, breathless and panting but eyes wide with epiphany.

Sasuke stops and looks at her with a hungry expression on his eyes. Sakura suddenly sees the possibility of where their earlier activity might've led if she didn't stop, and especially if he didn’t.

"I–" Sakura stutters. "We can't."

Sasuke frowns. "Why not?"

"I'm not ready for this."

"Then we'll take it slow," Sasuke suggests, implying a possible relationship.

"We can't," Sakura repeated. "I'm still young and ambitious, and you're already successful. Don't you think that's a bit hard?"

"Why would it be?"

"You already have a life carved out for you, while I'm freshly out of college barely earning minimum wage."

"And so? Then I'll provide for you."

"No," Sakura pointedly says. "We can't."

Sakura released Sasuke and released herself from his grip. She quickly picks up her things and prepares to leave.

Sakura might be afraid to enter a new territory that she’s never dreamed of entering, but she thinks it’s better than risking it for the adrenaline rush that they’ve felt while being in each other’s arms.

"I'm sorry, Sasuke-kun," Sakura opens the door. "And thank you, for everything."

Sasuke rushes to her, but she has already left the trailer and ran out.

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5 years later, after many more projects following Sasuke’s worldwide success with his romance-fantasy series with Uzumaki Karin, another good news for the Sasuke fan club graces the headlines.

JUST IN: Sasuke Uchiha to star in romance film directed by rookie and rising director Sakura Haruno.

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