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Chapter Twenty-Five (Part 3)

“It’s stupid, but I love it when you wear my clothes,” He says, helping me to roll up the sleeves of the fleece I stole from him, and I chuckle, “I knew it, that’s why you spent our entire friendship giving me things of yours to wear. I think it makes you feel big and strong.”

“Yeah for sure, that’s it. I like to see little short women swamped in my clothes, it makes me more manly.”

We laugh, and I ask him, “Back that first summer when you gave me your red hoodie to wear, you know, that night on the quays. Did you like me then?”

“Yeah, of course I did. At that point I thought I was being very obvious about it, actually.”

“Were you trying to be obvious?”

“I was.”

“Hm, it wasn’t to me,” I lean back against his chest and his arms wrap around my middle. “When did you start to like me then, like, when did you know?”

“A while before that.”

“Like when we first met?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe in that first week, though. Initially I thought you were Liam’s girlfriend so I didn’t really want to get too close or anything, but I definitely thought you were pretty when we met.”

I like hearing that. “You did?”

“Yes, Evie,” He chuckles, nuzzling me playfully on one cheek then the other, “I thought you were pretty. You’re so pretty, the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen. I’m totally awestruck when I look at your face, is that what you want me to say?”

“Yes please,” I say, shrinking away in fits of giggles because his lips are ticklish on my jaw. 

“Okay then, oh, you make my heart stop, you’re so beautiful, thou art as glorious to this night as is a winged messenger of heaven. What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east and Evie is the sun-”

“Alright enough,” I bat him away, “I get it, you’re obsessed. Sheesh.”

He gives my hair a playful tug, “So can I ask you something then?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“When did you know you liked me?”

“It was that day that Jen invited me to the gallery in Dublin. You were so nice to me all day, and you listened to everything I was saying with this really keen interest. People didn’t usually seem that bothered when I said stuff back then, or like, even really heard me. It was a new experience.”

“Seriously?”

I nod, “And then later I thought it was so cool that you were brave enough to just stroll into that wedding party and start drinking their champagne and helping yourself to their finger food.”

“Oh yeah! I forgot we did that.”

“And right before we got kicked out they were playing an Elvis song, do you remember? And you were singing along in this funny voice and you danced with me for like, maybe ten seconds and as soon as you held my hands I felt butterflies all over. I knew I was in trouble.”

He leans onto his elbows and gives me a slow smile, “Yeah, I remember that, you got flustered so I let you go, I thought I was making you dance with me when you didn’t want to and you were embarrassed that people were watching you.”

“No, I was flustered because I fancied you.”

“I have so many questions for you, Kilbride.”

“And I have so many for you. You go first”

“Alright,” He shifts into a more comfortable position, “Did you know that I liked you that summer?”

“Not until you kissed me.”

“No way.”

“And even after that I wasn’t sure. Do you remember you spent the second day of the festival sulking and avoiding me?”

“Yeah,” He looks down guiltily, “I was such an idiot. I felt really bad for kissing you because I realised that there was no way it wasn’t going to end badly by then. It was so stupid, I just couldn’t face it and I was so annoyed with myself for being impulsive again and ruining a perfectly good friendship with a girl again by fucking kissing her. I moped around for the whole day with Kasper and Joe, we bought some dodgy ketamine and vomited it up in the tent where Crystal Castles were playing and then I took my anger out on that guy who kissed you in the rave tent.”

“Wow, bad day.”

“The worst day, and then later I realised that you were under the impression that I was going to accept my NCAD offer and not go to Berlin after all… it was so shit.” He shakes his head as though he’s in disbelief of it all over again, “But I realise now that in feeling sorry for myself and being destructive I likely made your day just as bad.”

“The boy I liked rejected me and I got assaulted by a creep, so I’d say it wasn’t great either.”

“I’m sorry.”

I shake my head, “It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“So ask me something else then.”

I pick at loose yarn on the rug, “what if my question is embarrassing?”

“There’s no embarrassing questions here, really, ask me anything and I’ll be honest.”

I feel a blush rising up from my collar, “going back to that festival… when we talked under that tree with all the lights on it, do you know the one I mean? Where you told me you were really going to Germany and all?”

He leans forward, “yes?”

“I told you that you could come back to my tent with me,”

“You did.”

“I’d never offered something like that to a boy before, you know? I’d never actually been in a position where something like that was a possibility. You said no.”

“Right.”

“But like… did you want to? Really?”

He breathes out a laugh, “that’s your question?”

“Well yeah.”

“Whether or not I wanted to have sex with you?”

I pout, “yes, so?”

“The real question should be how often I thought about fucking you for the last four years,” He says, “because the answer is frequently. All the time, are you kidding? I can’t believe you were even wondering that. Of course I wanted to come back to your tent, I was a teenage boy, I dreamt about being asked for something like that. By the time you asked me it probably already happened in my head about a hundred times, I only said no because I didn’t want to make the situation worse.”

“Like you thought I’d get too attached to you or something?”

“I knew that sex would mean a lot more to you at that point than it did to me.”

“You knew I was a virgin.”

“I didn’t know that for a fact but I assumed it.” He leans in to give my leg an affectionate stroke, “We were so young, and it was the worst timing in the world. Even if I wasn’t going away, you know? Even if I had stayed I don’t think it would have felt right to just hook up in a tent. You needed someone who was going to be nice and take their time and wait until you were ready.”

“That wouldn’t have been you?”

“I don’t think I would have been the best person honestly,” He grimaces, “Even if I’d stayed. I was just such a stupid boy, I thought I was king of the world, things like sex were coming easy to me, girls I liked always liked me back, I didn’t necessarily think that I needed to be considerate of anybody or try very hard.”

He doesn’t know how much I would have liked for him to be slightly inconsiderate of me inside that tent.

“I hope that whoever your first person was was good to you.”

“Yeah,” I say. 

“So can that be my question for you, then?” He wonders, “How was your first time?”

I laugh and shift subtly away from him, “It was fine, but nothing special.”

“Ah, really? Disappointing, like?”

“Suppose so, yeah.”

“Yeah honestly I think it’s like that for most people, like you expect something completely different from what you end up getting. I guess all you can hope is that the other person will laugh about it with you because it’s awkward most of the time.”

“For sure.”

He grins, “Who was it then? Some guy from NCAD?”

“It was Dean.”

“Oh,” His smile falters. As he stares past me into the flickering licks of flame in the stove I can see that he is thinking very hard, eyebrows pulled together into a frown. “What was he like?” He says finally, and despite the heat of the stove on the side of my face I feel suddenly chilled with the memory. Jude reaches out and touches my leg in a quick, anxious gesture, “You don’t have to tell me, sorry. Stupid question.”

“No, it’s okay,” I say, “I can tell you,” And then it’s hard to because I don’t know where to begin. I open my mouth and it’s like I’ve been paralysed by the enormity of what I’ve been holding inside myself, something that only got bigger and more frightening as time has gone on and I’ve let it fester. I take a slow breath in, “He was horrible.”

Jude says nothing, he just waits. 

“Well, no, he was nice at some point. He used to tell me how he thought I was hot, and how I was nicer looking and more talented than other girls, and I liked hearing that, but it felt like he was working on me all the time, you know what I mean? Like, trying to chip away at something or figure something out about me. It always made me feel a bit edgy around him. 

“We finally had sex near the end of first year, we were just hanging out and kissing a bit before that but he was always pushing it, always trying to make it happen and I got a bit nervous about him then because he seemed really impatient and annoyed, like I was being uptight, he just didn’t understand why I was putting it off so much so, like, I just did it. It was partially to shut him up, partially to stop feeling like the last virgin on earth.

“It wasn’t nice. It was uncomfortable and awkward and I did such a bad job of being sexy enough for him that he just got up and left afterwards. I was kind of relieved that he seemed put off, honestly, because I didn’t really like the idea of doing it again, but we did do it again. Loads and loads of times, I think just because he had an impulse to do it with somebody and it didn’t really matter who. I was available and too timid to say no to him, so it was like…” I shrug sharply, “That’s how it went.”

I risk a glance at Jude whose jaw is clenched, then quickly look away before I lose the nerve to say anything else. 

“Anyway, I was really bad at it. He always told me I was doing it wrong, and he’d get mad and push my hands off him and complain that I wasn’t moving in the right way or whatever, so I eventually gave up trying and just lay there, but of course he hated that too. He said I was the most boring girl on earth and I had no sex appeal whatsoever, and how he thought I was lucky that anybody was bothering to sleep with me at all. For a while he kind of scared me, but after some weeks, or months or something I just stopped being able to care. It was whatever. It was just how he was.

“He used to tell me I was messy and lazy, and getting fat-”

Jude cuts in in outrage, “You?”

“I think I actually was. We ate a lot of takeaways back then, I never really cooked anything or ate healthy food, and obviously we were drinking constantly.”

“Evie…”

“It just meant that I was embarrassed to have my clothes off around him, because I worried that on top of everything else he was disgusted by the way I looked. Eventually he’d only sleep with me if he was on drugs. He didn’t like doing it with me when he was sober, I suppose I was just that unappealing to him. Maybe he was imagining somebody else. He just kind of implemented MDMA and cocaine as a part of his routine, so we’d go out and he’d get really fucked up and then we’d go back to my house and have really weird, horrible sex and then we’d sleep the whole day after. I hated that part so much, like, the way his eyes looked and everything, he was insane. I started drinking loads and getting crazy drunk so that I wouldn’t have to think about everything that was happening.”

“Did he have sex with you when you were drunk?”

“Yeah of course. There’s loads of times I know it happened but I can’t remember it at all, I just had to hope, you know, that we’d been safe. That whole part of my life is a bit blurry, to be honest.”

“What the fuck?”

I shrug. “Like, I suppose it’s bad in retrospect but at the time I didn’t think about it, it’s just how it was.”

“You can’t explain that away like that, you can’t just say ‘that’s how it was’ and it’ll make it alright,” he is furious. Palm-shaking-heart-thumping furious, “Where is he now? He says, like he’s going to jump into the car and go and run him over or something. 

“I dunno, finished college now so either working or looking for work.”

“‘Dead’ is the answer I was hoping for.”

I snort. “Jude.” And he doesn’t smile. “I’m not kidding.”

“I don’t know about that, but I hope he’ll get what’s coming to him eventually.”

“I can’t believe you were going through that and that freak had his claws in you and I had no idea.” He grasps at his hair in distress, “and I had a feeling something was wrong that day at Jen’s flat, and I didn’t do anything.”

“Look, there’s nothing you could have done, you tried to talk to me and I didn’t want to hear it.”

“I should have been a better friend to you.”

“It’s alright.”

“I just wish that I’d-”

“It’s fine, what’s done is done,” I sigh, “I feel like everyone knew something back then that I didn’t. Like they were all smarter than me.”

“It’s easier to judge a situation when you’re not the one in it.” He shifts, “But it was hard to see you like that at Jen’s.”

“How did I seem?”

“Very sad.”

“I was.”

“Are you still?”

“Yeah, sometimes. But not right now, you make me feel better,” I touch his face and his eyes flutter shut. He draws me into him so my head rests against his chest and instantly I feel my entire being melt and unspool. I hadn’t even realised how tense I was. I let my eyes close too and feel the heat of the fire, listen to the crackle of the wood and his steadying heartbeat. 

“You know I’ll never hurt you like that,” He says with sudden anxiety, as though there’s some universe in which I might secretly be thinking that he might, and he holds me to him like he’s terrified to let me go.

“I know you won’t.” 

“Never.”

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Ok I don’t know wtf is wrong with me that it look me this long to finally listen to the album but here we go. I’m doing it now and here’s my live reaction. God help me. I’m actually panicking. I’m not normal lmao.

More Power

“You won’t get the girl you want, but you’ll get the girl you need”. Whoa. Everyone is saying this, but the choir is really interesting. This lyrics are really humble and sweet but also really fucking heavy. It is honestly making me feel some type of way being the first song. There’s also an air of religiosity about it too which is very interesting. I really expected this song to have Andrew Wyatt’s writing all over it but it’s actually not at all what I expected.

Diamond in the Dark

Ok wow wow wow. BANGER. So different for him but damn it works. Has a real 70’s vibe on the vocal recording (the echo effect etc) but also modern instrumentally. This one has Andrew Wyatt all over it with the heavy strings in that musical bridge but it’s also quite different for him at the same time.

Don’t Go Halfway

I don’t think Liam had any hand in writing this song. I think he has a writing credit on it so he has to a degree but I think it was heavily influenced. Honestly I know a lot of people like this one but it feels like a filler song to me. Reminds me a bit of Invisible Sun which I wasn’t a huge fan of either.

C’Mon You Know

Obviously not a first impression for this one. I know it’s had a lot of mixed reviews but I like it. It’s happy. It’s very Liam. I can totally see this as a sports anthem which I think is exactly what it was written for. His voice on this one is top notch as well. I am a big fan of synth in rock music and I think the bridge sounds like a wind chime and that makes me smile. I also love the choir in it.

Too Good for Giving Up

WOW the vocals on this one. Also “Look how far you’ve come. Stronger than the damage done.” Omg baby….yesss. It doesn’t feel like his writing but man do I hope these are his words for himself or that he really goes introspective with this one. It has a country twang to it which is really interesting. Again very different from anything he’s ever done.

It Was Not Meant to Be

Why do I feel like this was written about Nicole? This one also sounds really modern and different for Liam. I really like the groovy baseline in the bridge. The fade in and fade out is so very Beatles though. I kind of hate it but whatever. The song is good, the end is ridiculous LOL.

Everything’s Electric

An obvious and absolutely banger. Still as obsessed as the first time I heard it. I actually would still call it my fav song on the album so far.

World’s in Need

Another one that was a fav from first listen. I’m obsessed. This might also be a contender for best song on the album. Imagine having Liam Gallagher write a song like this about you? I actually think it’s so cute that some of the only songs where Liam is the only writing credit are mostly love songs. Debbie, you lucky bitch. Also I love that little acoustic guitar solo in it. And Andrew Wyatt hitting with the heavy strings lol. It really is his signature.

Moscow Rules

I LOVE this! It’s dramatic. It’s dark saloon theatrical. I literally could see this being a Panic at the Disco or My Chemical Romance song. Which in my world is a huge compliment. I love this kind of music that paints a picture in your head and tells a story. Obsessed. Hit us with those strings Andrew. But my fav strings (cello) as well as FLUTES??! Ok this might actually be my favourite song….like ever? Like of all Liam songs?? My jaw is on the floor right now.

I’m Free

People always think these “hate songs” are about Noel but I always feel like he’s writing them about himself and that makes me so sad. That being said, this song is hard and heavy and a rock and roll banger. Also the reggae kind of bridge is really cool. I’m really loving the creative liberties Liam gave his writers and producers because he really let them get experimental and so far it’s really worked. They all sound so different and borrow from so many different influences but at the same time they sound like they belong on the same album.

Better Days

Another one I loved from the first time we got to hear it. Uplifting and beautiful. Ok but one thing, Tove Lo is a writer on this song?? How incredibly random. Anyway, already loved it and still love it.

Oh Sweet Children

There’s something clumsy about the instrumentals in this one that bothers me. I do like the raw vocals. I don’t know about this one though. There’s also a part in the last minute where someone in the background goes like OHHH BABAHBAHA and I laughed out loud when I heard it. Like were they drunk when they recorded this? So far my least fav.

The Joker

I mean we all agree this song is obviously about Noel, right? It actually makes me sad. But it’s also a really good song. Again, sometimes I wonder if the hateful words are actually written about himself but regardless this song is clearly about their dynamic and Liam’s redemption arc. The “disappear into the choir” closing lyric before the choir carries the song out is a nice touch too.

Wave

Heavy and light at the same time. Really cool writing and production. I like how the vocals are really clean and crisp but the guitar is really gritty and heavy and then it has really light airy synth. To tie such different sounds together like that is really challenging and they do it perfectly. I really like this one.

OK so overall, I’m really happy with it. It’s so different but in a good way. It’s not too much of a departure from what you love from Liam but is also really innovative, not just as far as Liam’s music goes but as rock music goes in general right now. As I said before, I’m really happy Liam has clearly given his writers and producers a lot of artistic liberty and was really open to trying new things and that really made this album stand out.

I speculated before that Liam was a lot more involved in the writing on this album and I still stand by that. I’m pretty sure this is the first album he has a writing credit on every song (someone can fact check that?). There’s only a couple songs I suspect he was fairly hands off with. I think that coupled with the more kind of experimental sound of some of these songs is why Liam has been a little timid and insecure about this album but he should be so proud of it. I do notice now that he’s gotten a lot of positive feedback about it he’s opening up more about it so I hope he feels as proud as he ought to for this album 😊

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I just read your drunk Liam fic and I just HAD to send you some prompts!!! From the prompt list you hyperlinked 9, 16, and 17 maybe? (Preferably liamxriley) pretty plz?* insert puppy dog eyes🥺*

Well… since you inserted puppy dog eyes…

I wanted to try to incorporate all three of these into one story, which actually worked out really well. Then, the issue came of how to make that apply to Liam and Riley. Luckily, my current binge obsession is the 90′s sitcom Mad About You, and there was an episode the other night that set a lightbulb off in my head, so this fic is loosely based on that episode. 

Prompts:

“We should grab coffee together sometime.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“You need a lift?”

(Prompt pulled from this list. Feel free to send me more!)

Word Count: 1,431

Warnings: Adult language, mild innuendo

A/N: Thank you @phoenixrising308 for pre-reading. Your kindness and support are unparalleled, and I love you dearly. 

Also a thank you to @txemrn​ for dealing with my unnecessary back and forth about this moodboard. I ended up going with it, even though we were both so wishy washy about it. 

A/N 2: This is my third prompt story this week, I’m going to take a break and quietly write by myself for a while. I’ll continue to work on the asks I have received, and please please feel free to send more. I’m having so much fun! I just don’t want to bombard you all, so I’m going to start pacing my posting. When I finish a piece, I just get so excited when I finish something that I want to show you all so badly! 

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Liam and Riley sat across from each other at the table, sharing the piece of cake that sat between them. They were in New York visiting Riley’s family for a few days, and her mother had insisted that Eleanor spend the night, so the royal couple was taking full advantage of their child-free night, wrapping up the evening with dinner at one of Riley’s favorite restaurants. 

“Hey, check that out.” Riley tipped her head toward the bar, where a man was approaching a woman who was sitting alone at the bar. “He’s going to shoot his shot and try to pick her up.”

“How do you know?” Liam asked, watching as the woman nodded, the man immediately sitting down beside her. 

“I worked in a bar long enough, I can read the body language and tell you exactly what’s going to happen.”

He turned to his wife, a skeptical expression on his face. “Prove it.”

“Wow, you don’t even believe your own wife. I’m wounded.” She placed her hand over her heart in mock devastation. “Fine, I hope you saved room after that cake, because you’re about to eat your words.”

Riley went on to explain what each was saying to the other, and accurately predicted each move that was made. Liam was so impressed that part of him felt like she may have hired these people specifically to act out this scene. 

“Now watch, he’s going to pull out his phone and try to get her to put her number in.” She said, as the man reached into his back pocket. 

“Is he going to get it?” Liam couldn’t help but be invested in the story that his wife was narrating for him. 

“She’s going to give him a number, but see how she’s already almost standing up?” Liam nodded, waiting with baited breath for her to continue, “She’s going to give him a fake number, and then leave immediately. She doesn’t want to reject him to his face.”

“That’s cold.”

“It’s life, we’ve all done it.” Riley replied nonchalantly. 

Liam’s gaze snapped to face her. “You’ve given men fake numbers before?” 

She nodded and shrugged. “Lucky for you. You never know, I could have ended up suckered into marrying one of those creeps. Or like locked in their basement or something.”

He reached across the table and took her hand in his. “I consider myself very lucky for that.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. 

“Oh oh, here we go, look!” Riley brought his attention back to the bar where the woman was shaking the man’s hand. “Ooooh, not even a courtesy hug. Game over, dude.” They watched the woman exit the restaurant, as the man started typing on his phone. “He’s sending a text to the number she gave. It either won’t be delivered, or he’ll get a reply from someone who is most definitely not that woman.”

“That poor man. He just wanted to find love.”

Riley sighed, shaking her head. “Ahh my sweet, romantic king, your naiveté is so heartwarming. That man is just looking to get laid.” She laughed, “For all the normal experiences you missed out on, aren’t you glad that you never had to pick up women at bars?” She paused for a second. “Present company excluded, of course.” 

Liam laughed, his expression quickly turning serious. “Actually, I kind of wish I could have had the opportunity. I think I would have been good at it.” Riley arched a brow at him. “I mean it, I got you to quit your life and fly all the way to Europe because of one night, didn’t I?” 

“Touché.” She drummed her fingers against the table in a brief moment of thought, “But can lightning strike twice?” 

“What do you mean?”

“Pick me up. I’ll go sit at the bar, you come over and shoot your shot. No social season, no friends, no boxy work uniform. Just a regular guy picking up a regular girl.”

Liam smirked at the proposition. “You’re on.”

Riley left the table and took a seat at the far end of the bar. Once she was seated he put down some money to cover their dinner, and made his way to the bar. “Excuse me miss, is this seat taken?”

She looked up, smiling politely and shaking her head, motioning with her hand for him to have a seat. 

“I’m Liam.” He extended his hand. 

“Riley. Nice to meet you Liam.” She placed her hand in his, and he brought it to his lips. “A hand kiss instead of a shake, bold move. You’re not from around here, are you?”

“No, I actually just moved to the states from Europe.” 

The bartender approached and took their orders. Liam instructed him to open a tab to cover himself and Riley. He took Liam’s card and stepped away to make their drinks. 

“So, why is a beautiful woman like yourself sitting here all alone?” He asked once they were alone again. 

Riley tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked down at the bar, playing up her role. “You’re sweet. I uh… I was supposed to be meeting someone, but I think they stood me up.”

“Well, their loss is my gain.” As the bartender set down their drinks, Liam lifted his glass in Riley’s direction. “A toast,” He waited for Riley to raise her glass before he continued, “To the missteps of old friends, which allow the opportunity to make new ones.”

“So we’re friends now?” Riley asked as she tapped her glass against Liam’s. “That’s awfully presumptuous.”

“Well, we’ve only just met. I’m hoping that perhaps we could get to know each other and see where the evening takes us.”

Riley agreed, and they began with some small talk. Riley stuck to her pre-Cordonia life, while Liam had done a pretty good job of coming up with a non-Royal backstory. They sat there talking, and drinking and ‘getting to know’ each other. Riley was impressed with Liam’s subtle flirting skills and decided that he was right, he would have been pretty good at this had he been given the chance. 

The lights came up, and Liam’s bill was dropped on the bar in front of him. “It looks like they’re closing up.” He said as he reviewed the receipt, signing his name at the bottom. “This was a lot of fun Riley, I would like to see you again. We should grab coffee together sometime.”

“I actually don’t drink coffee, I think it’s gross.”

“Oh.” Riley smiled to herself at the disappointment in his voice.

“I would like to see you again, though.” She reassured him. 

He looked up at her and smiled. “Could I take you to dinner, maybe?” 

“Dinner would be nice.”

“Great!” He noticed the annoyed expression on the bartender's face, they were officially the last customers in the bar. “We should probably go. I’ll walk you home.”

“I actually have a car waiting for me outside.” He dropped his head, again disappointed by the rejection. “You need a lift?”

He smiled widely, standing from his seat. “I’d like nothing more.” 

He offered his arm, she slid off the stool and linked hers through his. They exited the restaurant, and were greeted by Bastien, standing in front of their SUV. Before the guard could reach the door handle, Liam released Riley’s arm and jogged ahead, opening Riley’s door for her. 

“Such a gentleman.” She smiled coyly as she slid into the backseat. He smiled and got in after her. 

“Back to the hotel, your majesties?” Bastien asked as he entered the driver’s side. 

“Yes please.” Riley answered. 

Liam looked at her curiously. “Assuming I’m going to come home with you, bold move.”

She laughed. “You don’t have to come, but I promise you’ll have fun if you do.” Riley said in a sultry tone, closing the distance between the two of them.

“Riley…” Liam’s voice was just above a whisper as she leaned in, finally pressing her lips to his. They pulled back breathless from their kiss, their eyes remained closed as they rested their foreheads together. “I guess lighting can strike twice.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the second time I picked you up in a bar, and the second time you kissed me first.” He grinned triumphantly. 

Riley leaned back, laughing as her eyes met Liam’s. “I guess that means you win?”

“Great, let’s go back to the hotel so I can collect my prize.” He brought his hand to her cheek and pulled her in, kissing her again. 

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Mon 15 March ‘21

FIRST TIME GRAMMY AWARD WINNING ARTIST HARRY STYLES!! From the bottom of the stairs to the top of the fucking world baby, get itttt!! He won Best Pop Solo Performance for smash hit Watermelon Sugar-- the other two categories he was up for went to others but he was a dark horse for any of them so getting one is awesome! Yeah the grammys are shit but I’m so happy for him to see him receiving validation and acclaim from the industry that has never appreciated what he (and his bandmates) are and can do as artists, it’s a fucking start you know? We can enjoy the moment! Harry did! His acceptance speech was short and it feels like he was blindsided and forgot everything (including not to swear on TV and as pro as he is you know that means he was absolutely reeling, I love that) but later he said “I want to thank my fans for giving me an environment to be free to make the music that I want to make and supporting me along the way the last ten years”, yes that’s right we have helped you find a place to feel good, and “this is an incredibly sweet icing on the cake of what I get to do everyday so thank you.”

But that’s not all! He also performed, and wore things! Say what you want about Harry (or better yet please DON’T at least to me but that’s a losing battle) we always get so hyped up about even just seeing his outfits and he does not let us down! BLACK LEATHER, TITS FULLY OUT, DICK BANANA CHARM, AND A MUPPET BOA? Yeah he did that! Shirtless under a patent leather suit, I mean: wow. Very glam rock, very… well listen it’s just very GAY in like so many different ways??? Harry Lambert said they wanted “something darker, sexier, and more unexpected” which is definitely about that look I’m assuming and not the pastel thrift store rummage bin hodgepodge he wore later, unless Harry(s) and I have very different ways of interpreting “darker”. (Harry L also said “free the nipple” and we can all see that he MEANT it.) Harry red carpet-ed and accepted his award in a lavender muppet boa, tits slightly less out but still cleavagey, and with a seemingly random collection of other garments YES BABY OKAY you just WEAR THAT THEN! About that Harry L said, “we wanted to do something that felt British and eccentric, a little bit rock ‘n’ roll and a little bit camp,” but the people have spoken and they said ‘we think he looked like Cher from Clueless’ so, sorry Harry(s)! Esquire struggling to describe the look-- “the kind of thing that Styles seems to make wearable” klasjdlk the doubtful ‘seems’ is sending me. Either way we can definitely all agree on the camp part, and that the matching face mask (as seen in the audience shots and in adorbs pics of him camping it up with Lizzo backstage) is amazing, love that (even if he does spend way too much time nervously pulling it on and off omg just LEAVE IT) and it even went also with outfit number THREE (or at least it did as well as any of his anything went together lol) which was a big floppy orange coat and plaid pants and a THIRD BOA, a dignified (haha JK NOPE it’s still a muppet) black number this time.

It seems the performance was filmed in advance rather than done live-- there were clues suggesting this might be the case, but the real giveaway was when a picture from it leaked before the broadcast, lol. Way to make it so we “can’t even tell if it’s live or not” Ben, and why is he STILL so obsessed with trying to gaslight us anyway my god just say what’s prerecorded it’s fiiiine. ANYWAY Harry played Watermelon Sugar and only WS; well after all it is his GRAMMY AWARD WINNING SONG. Plus it was a really nice version, all smooth and funky, with a highlight of the night being Harry’s full on 60s girl group choreo move with the backup singers, omg. Those backing vocalists were the duo G.A.W.D., and there was extra accompaniment by fellow nominee Devonte Hynes aka Blood Orange (who also directed the performance and no I do not know what that means) and “Spencer and Josh” on horns (the closest I can find to someone crediting them so, apologies guys). Anyway! All of them (regular HS band included) were decked out in matching gucci black leather too and looking good. And Harry looked so happy to be up there performing, just beaming like a lighthouse, so overall- good good stuff, I just keep on dancin!

The real bombshell of the performance though was subtle and needed confirmation after for the excitement to really hit-- it was Sarah drumming  decked out in tight black leather and visibly pregnant!! That’s right, band drummer Sarah Jones is PREGNANT by (Grammy Award winning) guitarist Mitch, there’s a HARRY STYLES BAND BABY on the way!!!! WHAT A NIGHT! It wasn’t enough for Harry to find love in his own band, he’s somehow cupid-ing that energy all over the place and spreading it around, AMAZING!

And Liam comes through with not just a sweet congratulations for Harry (“what a huge moment, proud to be your brother” awwww) but also the final word on the performance look- goddammit it IS one of the rejected Best Song Ever video looks, LMAOOOO. But did he tag HSHQ instead of Harry directly in acknowledgment of how the awards system really works and that they are all to be congratulated or simply because it was easier? We will never know.

Additional tidbits-- bassist Hynes was apparently playing creative director Molly Hawkins’ dad’s bass- did we know her dad was a famous bassist who played with Fleetwood Mac and many other 70s stars?! If I did I had definitely forgotten! And more Molly news-- she’s also pregnant!! Harry will soon be surrounded by quarantine babies, dreams really coming true huh? Harry posted a pic of himself with Mitch and Devonte looking very cooool, we saw the ceramic watermelons label execs were sent for the WS release last year, and Rebecca Ferguson who knows 1D from way back when (and has recently drawn attention for talking frankly about how fucked up the industry is and about having seen unnamed boy band members literally slammed against the wall by their management) congratulated Harry and posted a couple of baby pop star Harry pics, cuuuute. Louis’ merch handlers, in response to no complaints whatsoever, sent out emails apologizing. They say they’ve run out of lanyards which were meant to be sent out so they will “be adding a freebie which we know you’ll enjoy” to affected customers’ orders. That is sucky about the lanyards but that’s customer care! Niall posted about his cool bright limited edition merch to remind that it will be gone gone gone tonight and also shared a pretty and touching picture from a the large anti violence rally held in London to protest the killing of Sarah Everard today. And finally some good advice from Bebe Rexha, loved by larries; she says she loves us right back but please don’t kill anyone for not streaming her new song! Yes good plan.

[casspireta]

A Loud Coming Out

Monster Prom/Camp

Zoe x Reader

Zoe is tired of being deadnamed, thus you two plan the biggest coming out.

Words: 1.5k

TW Transphobia, Light Mentions of Transphobia, Reader Insert, Fluffy Ending

by Kalypso (@ypso-cryptic on Tumblr)

You were chilling with Zoe by the lake, reading her fanfiction. It was conveniently in a tablet, since last time she wrote at the lake on paper Calculester began drowning and ruined the ink. How dramatic, Cal. You were just getting to the good part, where Damien professes his undying love for Liam as Aaravi grabs her wooden stake. Camp Director Miss Weaving, however, was not fond of this.

“Is that a phone?” Have we not talked about this before,” Miss Weaving says Zoe’s dead name, as a piercing scream from the Camp Dome rolls over like usual. Miss Weaving easily snatches the tablet from the tentacle holding it.

Rolling her eyes, Zoe says “One, it’s not a phone, it’s my writing tablet. Two, my name is NOT-” Scott begins to howl, having just “pranked” Dahlia into playing tag with him, although she would do that either way.

Miss Weaving is obviously not happy about Zoe talking back to her. Before she explodes, you open your mouth and spew out the same nonsense as always.

“But Miss Weaving! She’s an eldritch deity, she can easily resist the obsession of technology. She’s simply drawing it away from others, being selfless! Is it not good to be selfless?”

The camp director seems to pause, actually believing your bullshit. “Very well then, I trust you not to abuse your powers as an eldritch deity.” Returning the tablet, she goes to yell at Calculester for bringing a screen to a lake.

Zoe just stares at you in absolute shock. “Wow, you actually did that? Pretty good characterization for my next Camp Spooky fanfic; Y/N being an anti-hero. Of course, the anti-hero often dies in the end but…” She seems to brush over that last part, her mind already wandering to what direction that fanfic is going in.

It doesn’t kick into your mind just how much hearing her dead name hurt, though, at least until later at the logs. She isn’t there. You decide to check the Manor, Zoe’s favorite place for writing angst. Killer Jerry quite liked Zoe’s way with words- and the thrill of him killing others fuelled her words quite well. However, instead of her usual fic writing, Jerry is comforting her. Upon seeing someone else, you, enter, he pulls out his knife defensively.

“Did you make this angel cry?” He points an accusing finger- or, knife, before Zoe signals it wasn’t you. “Sorry, just hurts to see my favorite author hurt.”

“It’s okay Jerry, I’m sure Y/N can help me with my problem.”

With that, Jerry goes back to terrorizing Brian before realizing he’s already dead. Zoe cries in her little sadness ball that you’ve seen before, so you know immediately to pull out some Garfield-flavored snacks. She happily takes some, muttering while scarfing them down; “misff weephmmmm izz a VITH.” A regular translator of her muffled words, you decipher this as “Miss Weaving is a DICK.” She corrects you, saying “BITCH” clear as day. You pat her back, as another brilliant idea comes to mind.

“She hates loud things, right?”

Zoe nods, gripping the orange cookies in her hand. “Yeah.”

“...And she hates people accepting themselves and having fun, right?” Zoe nods again, this time crushing the cookies. “YEAH.”

“And WE love to spite her, and spite in general, right?”

Zoe gets up, excited all of a sudden. “Is this another Y/N fanfic arc?”

“No, it’s a ZOE fanfic arc.”

“I’m listening…”

You two devise a plan: staging the loudest coming out possible at Camp Spooky. It includes not only Milo getting some reaping gigs (of non-major characters, for author ease), but something to tick off Miss Weaving: surprises. Little does Zoe know you have a surprise for her too. Hopefully it doesn’t tick off the purple-skinned girl.

While plotting your surprise though, Zoe’s plans for her coming out seem to get in your way, and it’d be a dick move to ruin her coming out for her. So, you find ways around it.

First, Zoe wanted you to dress up as her in an interpretive play on how she feels stuck in her body. It’d be weird to be romantic with her afterwards in a costume that took 1 hour to put on, so you made it tear-away. It cost you money, however that is no longer a stat in Monster Camp.

Then, she completely scrapped that idea, and with that came up with a new one. She was going to set a romantic table for two with you, carefully plotted for Miss Weaving to overhear. Then, upon her realizing, a huge party would be thrown with a banner “ZOE IS TRANS YOU GOT IT!!”. Then, news paper headings would say “Local Camp Director Realizes Zoe is Trans”. However, you could no longer afford the news paper headings since you spent money making the tear-away costume. Also, her plotting a romantic table stole your thunder.

However, after many other ideas that got in your way, Zoe finally had one that aligned with yours, and you started recruiting.

You got Polly and Scott to lure Miss Weaving in the most irritating way to her possible, AKA screens on a trail. All of them are buzzing; courtesy of logging onto Milo’s Instagram.

However, on the day of the event, that’s the last thing to go right.

What was supposed to happen was Calculester jumps out of a bush and kidnaps the arachnid, but Miss Weaving had confiscated Calculester before he could continue the plan. Cal believed himself very distressed, thus sent out a signal which Miss Weaving promptly confiscated as well.

At least the prince of hell had a plan to get his robotic friend back. In the meantime, you and Zoe were waiting for your signal. Your job was simple: when Dahlia turns into a bucket with help from Joy, Milo starts a live stream with the hashtag #ZoePride. Their fans would get the message immediately, understanding Zoe is trans. The Dahlia bucket has no relevance to this, she just wants to be a bucket. The Milovers blow up social media, but what about Miss Weaving hating social media? That’s simple: Counselour Coach. Can’t keep a damn secret about the campers. Your job was just to be there for Zoe emotionally.

You and Zoe are trying a new snack flavor called “Naruto Yellow” when Aaravi comes in with the face she only wears when she has a chance at EXP.

“CALCULESTER HAS BEEN CONFISCATED!”, Aaravi yells a bit too excitedly.

Hex talks with a bit more distress, “He had our snacks!”

You turn to Zoe, and nod your head. “Don’t worry, this has happened before.”

Aaravi knew exactly what you meant, and squealed in delight. She obviously tried to hide it, though.

Thus, you went to the woods to find your robot friend. Miss Weaving was no stranger to taking him away, but you were no stranger to finding her honestly creepy house and taking him back. You and Aaravi almost had a protocol, and now Zoe gets to be in on it. The spindling walkway to it almost made Zoe trip, and she clung her tentacle to you. How romantic! Meanwhile, when Aaravi almost tripped, her sword tore your shirt a bit at the collar. She nearly fainted. Once she was back to full consciousness, Hex made fun of her as always.

Eventually, you make it there. You expected the same webbed walls, which you got. You also got Damien there, though. He was confiscated too for being a tool of destruction. Aaravi now has to fight the knights protecting the “confiscated demons” hall, and she brings you and Zoe along for the ride.

After some stabbing, brushing your hand dramatically against Zoe’s hand every now and then as you look each other in the eyes with determination to save your friends. With every knight you took down, Aaravi got a power-up until she eventually got them all. Damien is freed, and Calculester is eventually found with the other tech. He was having a pleasant conversation with Celi-phone.

When you come back, you find that Dahlia was a bucket, Milovers were cancelling Miss Weaving, and most importantly: she realized Zoe’s trans. No one had pulled the banner that ended up saying “be trans throw tentacles” hand-painted by Scott. You did that, only to see he mixed up the words to say “throw trans be tentacles”, which honestly kind of fit. You turn to Zoe, who seems to be on the verge of tears.

You try to comfort her immediately, “I’m sorry this didn’t go as planned-”

“What do you mean? Your dumb idea failed as always creating perfect fic material! You even made it extra dumb for me, I just know it.” Zoe beamed.

Ah yes, that was definitely planned. Your real plans, though, remain unaffected. After some apologies from Miss Weaving for seeming (being) transphobic, you bring Zoe to the woods again. There, you had a picnic basket full of scented pens and plushies of cats. The blanket was a bright yellow.

“Aww, Y/N, you shouldn’t have!”

“It’s your favorite things, I thought we could celebrate you coming out.”

Zoe pauses, then smirks. “One thing is missing, though.”

Shocked, embarrassed, and confused because you thought you knew everything about her like a cartoon, you ask, “What?”

She doesn’t say any words. She just kisses you.

“Oh, you meant me.”

“Of course I do. Now THIS is writing material.”

[1ddotdhq]

👱🏻‍♀️Thurs 12 Nov ‘20🎸

Niall and Ashe’s performance on yesterday’s Late Late Show was, of course, gorgeous! No other songs, unfortunately, but the interview did give Niall a chance to run through all of his RAH talking points again, as well as describing the odd circumstances that had brought him and Ashe together. Ashe said they instantly felt like old friends, and then they compared the situation to a reality dating show, cue awkward chuckling all around. Oddly enough, I almost think they had more chemistry through zoom than they do irl, sigh. Guess it's all right we can’t all meet our online friends: sometimes distance truly does make the heart grow fonder! In what could perhaps be called the end of the HBW era, Niall has changed his twitter layout to pictures of himself during the RAH show. The question now becomes: is this just the end of an era, or the beginning of a new one as well? He's been clear that NH3 won't happen until the circumstances of the world change (change back?) so what would that mean? Anne-Marie, who was working with him earlier this month, said that they wrote three “brilliant” songs in the studio that day (she was like “wow, you’re actually talented” when Niall began showing off his instrumental prowess). Niall + blond female collaborator/promo tour BFF has proved to be a winning formula many times over now, perhaps we can mark time in these uncertain months by how many of these collabs we see from Niall! He is also donating a signed guitar to Wishio (an app that connects celebrities with causes) to raise more money for We Need Crew. I wonder if this guitar will sell for more or less than the $28k Harry's did, do you think, and will this one actually sell to a fan? Whatever it goes for will just be the icing on top of the over ￡2 million the RAH show ended up bringing in for the cause.

Speaking of $28k guitars and the people who signed them, we learned a bit more about H’s project with Gucci: it’s a seven episode mini-series that follows the character of Silvia (presumably Not Harry) through her “eccentric morning routine” in her home in Rome before “the arrival of an unexpected visitor”, who seems to work some kind of magic, and her day becomes a surrealist experience in a Gucci-filled reality. The titles of some of these episodes are “The Theatre”, “In the Cafe” and “The Neighbours”, none of which sound very COVID-friendly to me, but at least there is one called “At Home”. The series, which will be streamed online from the 16th to the 22nd (which, holy shit, that’s next week, how are we not still in July?), and is called “Ouverture of Something That Never Ended”, which would be a stunning alternative title to Fine Line, tbh. It is unclear which exact episodes Harry will appear in, or who will be playing the part of Silvia, but I have created a Gucci account to receive regular updates on this thing (the things I do…) so you will all know when I do! Harry has also been nominated for, uh, EVERY category of J-14′s 2020 Teen Icon Awards, Niall is in almost as many, and Liam and Louis and Zayn are each in one. Gotta say, I think J-14 is a bit obsessed. It’s okay, love, we’ve all been there. 

Abby Roberts, the Spooky Makeup Queen, put up a ‘Day in the Life’ video on YouTube with some fun bloopers and behind the scenes from the LP show, which means we got to relive the moment where Liam admitted that Louis dared him to pull Harry’s pants down, and the Tik Tok live, which broke several times, because it’s not a 1D event without the full array of technical difficulties. Liam continued his celebration of the armed forces today with a one on one golfing outing with ex special forces/current TV personality Jason Carl Fox. The picture is of them standing around, and WHOA Liam’s beard is REALLY growing (uh, pun not intended, but please feel free to take it that way). Is this a picture evidence of a flagrant disregard for the UK’s  lockdown? Uh, it appears to be, yes, but I’m happy to see Liam happy, at any rate. And, in true supportive Liam fashion, Liam sent out an email reminding people that Tom Felton will be doing a Veeps “19 years later” watch-along at 12 PT, ft. Willow, Tom’s dog. Liam asks us, “I’ll be watching along, will you?” 

[intothewickedwood]

Once Upon A Time Rewatch: 6x15 A Wondrous Place

Just moved yesterday so bear with me. Lifted so many bags. If my arms aren’t like Emma’s after that I am suing! 

What episode do we have today?

A Wondrous Place. Okay, I don’t really remember that one. Do they go to Agrabah? Guess we’ll find out.

I wonder if Wonderland and Agrabah are right next to each other. It seemed to be the case in Ouat in Wonderland but maybe there’s a set portal between them or something. Either that or they’re in the same realm.

Agrabah is apparently across the desert from Eric’s Kingdom. So, in the same realm as the Enchanted Forest? 

Did you know, Snow’s nightmare prison realm in 7x22 was Agrabah? 

Let David be angry about what happened, dammit. I wish they would make it more about David’s feelings as opposed to being about trust in Emma and Hook’s relationship. What’s the point in adding this Storyline if there’s not going to be conflict between the people involved? 

Okay, I get that they wanted conflict in Emma and Hook’s relationship, but she’s not even upset about the actual murder. They could have made it about him not trusting her with the secret of him being a furry or something if that’s what they were going for. Basically, why write in the murder of David’s father if there is not going to be consequences for that or conflict about that specifically? Don’t get me wrong, I like the idea and potential of Hook killing David’s father. We get one scene of David pacing before making it all about CS trust issues and that’s it?? I just want David to be as upset as he was at George when he found out his dad was murdered. I want Emma to question her stance on forgiveness, even for a loved one, when those close to her are hurt irreparably right in front of her. Where is the internal and external conflict? I don’t want it to be about rehashed trust issues. I want it to be about how characters come to terms and move forward in an angst-ridden impossible situation.

Kraken’s blood allows you to travel between realms? Rumple is tearing out his hair right now. Oh! I guess that’s how it got shorter!

Chill, Killian. I’mma make you some camomile tea.

He’s so desperate to see his Kraken lover again. Get some of that tentacle, Hook! 

No one remembers Achmed. He f***ed a tiger!!

If you know that reference, you know xD.

Aladdin: “Jasmine, duck.” Jasmine (petrified): “Where?!” Jasmine has an intense phobia of ducks, confirmed. 

Don’t hit Kracky. He just wants his Killy.

Killian, how could you hurt your lover like that! The betrayal!

Hook, honey, I don’t know why you're so moody with everyone today but I'mma get you some cbd gummies. You’ll be fine. 

No one’s gonna help you if you talk to them like that, my dude. 

Jasmine “So forgive me for-” Me: “-doing what’s best for you! So forgive me for try-y-y-ying to make things easier.” Listen, I rewatched We Are the Tigers musical last week and I may suddenly be a little bit obsessed. Go watch/listen to it so we can geek out! 

Back to the rewatch.

Where’s Nemo and Liam? 

Jafar is quite handy at travelling between realms according to Killian. Maybe that’s how he went from Agrabah to Wonderland so easily in Ouatiw. But I’m sure we saw him use the white rabbit, so surely he can’t have another method. Unless... His magic carpet??

Emma is so blasé about Hook running off. She just seems like she wants to sleep. But she seems like she wants to sleep this whole damn season. Girl’s so done with everything. Completely checked out, bless her. Though it is sad to see a favourite character change so dramatically. Compare her to s1 or even s4 Emma and goodness gracious I just think s6 Emma might benefit from a heavy dose of sleeping curse or something. Let. Her. Sleep. Someone could just run Henry through in front of her and she’d take about 10 minutes to even realise and be like “Oh. Okay.” in slow motion when she finally notices and then she’d make out with Hook. Bonus points if Hook is the one to run Henry through.

Friends? That’s her mama. But hey, my mum’s my buddy too.

Lol. She stole a fork?

If you had to be a human hybrid, what would you be? Maybe I’d be a manticore or a womanticore.

Jasmine is being awfully nice to someone who just stole something. Some might say she has a thing for thieves. Wink. Wink.

Wow. This magical carpet ride is super gay. Love it.

Oh my God, she’s right. It is a rug!

Why is Hook being so rude today? 

Regina is just staring at Emma like “wtf happened to you?”

I just realised, Regina basically invited Emma on a date and invited her mother lol.

Snow lol.

Omg Emma needs a freaking lucozade. Someone get her a lucozade. Wake up Emma! *shakes her aggressively* Wake the hell up! Come back to us! 

Don’t the Jones brothers wanna hang out more?

That girl really loves her forks. 

Woah. She chased Eric all the way to Agrabah after one dance. 

Eric: “I have a great love for your people, especially poached with lemon and capers” lmao!!

“Son of a fish.”

What?! How’d he free himself?!

Ouat please explain. Are they suggesting the Well of Wonders Woman didn’t curse him to be a genie but just cursed him to stay in the bottle. They’ve gotta explain these things or they just look like inconsistencies.

Oh. Hang on. Ariel was supposed to have lost her voice. Okay but she had a necklace that allowed her to speak. I’m guessing Jafar destroyed it when he banished her to the sea.

Lol. He really hates being called bastard?

So, these events occur before present day events of Ouatiw. Agrabah was trapped in a ring all throughout Ouatiw? I feel like we saw it still standing in the present day in Ouatiw, no? I need to rewatch. 

Are the people of Agrabah still living their best lives inside that ring? Do they even know they’re trapped?

Ha! Turned into a staff. He freaking deserves that after doing exactly that to Amara. But then and again she probably deserved it. 

All they had to do was kiss to get Agrabah out of that ring. What?! Oh, and he’s free from the genie curse too. This is getting ridiculous. Can we please have some consistency with the limitations of magic? Genie curses cannot be flipping broken with true loves kiss. That would have saved Cyrus and Alice a hell of a lot of trouble!

“I’m an oyster head!” 

Emma, please, take a 10-hour nap. You’re making me tired. 

Ther will be no portals between Emma and Killian so long as Gideon has her tears. These rules make no sense!

It felt like ridiculous solutions were thrown into that episode. How do these tears of the saviour rules work? Could Cora have taken Emma’s tears to stop her taking a portal to Henry in 2a or does it just prevent her taking a portal to her romantic love and vice versa? What?!

[callioope]

Campaign 3 Thoughts!

Loved Imogen immediately, but no surprise that I’d like Laura’s character. Liked the color scheme, agoraphobia vibes, that she has a mysterious goal to get into the conservatory... yes

Laudna creeps me out, I’m with Travis on that. Her mannerisms and the dead rat at her belt gave me hag vibes... and the way she was creepily chasing the children, although I’m not sure if I just think that bc fairy tales in general or if that even is a “hag” thing. Also she’s obviously not a full hag, and apparently half-hags aren’t a thing, and she doesn’t have the living crown that hexbloods would have. I saw someone else suggest she could be the Briarwoods’ daughter (I reblogged the post earlier), given the Whitestone connection, and that’s actually my favorite theory so far. While I do find her creepy I do also like her? and will be obsessing over what the heck her deal is 

Fresh Cut Grass is adorable. Robot cleric, amazing. I just love how polite he is. Also loved that moment that Imogen and FCG met, are Laura and Sam’s characters going to instantly hit it off again?

Generally I’m not into characters who are just like “Fuck you” all the time, but I am intrigued if Ashton maybe has some dunamancy powers because dunamancy... yessss.... also just love genasi in general

I think it’s pretty cool that Liam and Ashley are reprising their characters from EXU and that Dorian is there! Also like, I do not think you have to have seen EXU at all to appreciate their characters, it’s no different from Imogen and Laudna knowing each other ahead of time, or Nott and Caleb, or Fjord, Jester, and Beau.... the list goes on. EXU is effectively Session 0 on that front. That said though I would totally recommend watching EXU because it’s fun and different.

I remember thinking at the end of EXU “man Fearne is such an interesting and wild character choice, it’s too bad Ashley can’t keep playing her and what the heck will she do after that.

While I do like Orym I do think he’s a little boring for now (sorry), but I suspect he can grow on me. Also I’ve been playing a Battle Master in a campaign recently so from that perspective I’m eager to see how he plays in combat. LOL that while he’s no longer holds the top INT score among the party he’s still #2... and who knows if Bertrand is sticking around

Speaking of, Bertrand! I mean. What do I say. Bertrand also didn’t wow me at the time, BUT I do think it’s cool that Travis is playing an older character? I just think that’s kind of refreshing to vary experience/perspective among the party, it’s just different so that’s cool. That said I noticed (as I saw other people did as well) that he’s Level 5 while everyone else is Level 3, the disparity makes me think he may be a temporary liaison for now. 

[feckin-zicons]

Squids, Dancing, and Dirty thoughts... Not necessarily in that order or all at once.

Apparently people like this? I am more confused than Liam is in this chapter. Which you know, makes sense bc this character only exists in my head, but also doesn’t at all bc I have no idea what goes on in there most of the time. Anyway this is for Zayn, Oxford commas, @stanmedusa who pointed out Zayn was also an Oxford comma stan, @redyellowberry, and their anon to started this mess. Also please imagine Zayn with his current blue hair, but also with his long Aladdin hair bc that’s what I’ve been doing and oh holy gods do I need that to happen. Please. Hair gods make it happen I’m begging

Same warnings as ever its 4AM, this is much longer than planned, and I have no interest in editing, making it sound coherent, or good. No, I don’t know about the squids either.

Parts 1&2 here

Liam would like to point out while he's not a stranger to feeling confused, he's still having trouble pinpointing how exactly he got to be Dance Mistress Irina Alinova's personal bitch. 

Ever since he accidentally interrupted one of the dance practises while looking for a missing prop for Director Corden, more and more of them started disappearing only to show up in the basement. No one else was interested in facing the Dance Mistresses' wrath, but Liam didn't mind the yelling. As long as Mistress Alinova didn't start throwing things, he figured he was safe enough. After all, it gave him the chance to see the blue haired ballerino again.  

Zayn Malik, the god in mortal form, the prima ballerino, the prettiest man Liam had ever seen, who had no idea who Liam even was. 

Liam had it bad. 

Liam had it so bad.

Liam had it so bad he tripped over thin air, spilled hot coffee over himself, and walked into a door when he thought he saw him at a Costas with Louis. The man he saw wasn't Zayn, thank fuck, but the entire sequence of events did give Louis more ammunition to tease him with. Stupid pretty boys with long blue hair and piercings sent from hell just to ruin Liam's life. Yeah, he was a goner. 

Louis dragged out the whole sorry story after Liam texted him about spiking his lunch and laughed himself sick knowing just how much of a mess Liam became around people he was interested in. They still didn't talk about Danielle. Which was a good thing considering the end of that relationship had Liam pretty much swearing off women for the rest of his life. No pussy was worth that mess. Dick though? Liam was willing to take that chance on Zayn, even if asking Harry didn't give him much information. 

According to Harry, Zayn had been around for a few years but mostly kept to himself or the other dancers. There was something about him throwing a fit a few weeks before Liam showed up. Upset about being forced to learn the choreography for Winston's show when it was just going to fail on opening night like it always did. 

Liam thought he had a point, considering. He didn't know what bananas, ballet, and really bad rapping had to do with King James VI but didn't want to voice that in front of the man playing the gay king. No one dared fire Zayn, considering he kept the whole theatre afloat, but it also didn't make many actors happy with him. Especially not Mizz Wendy Williams, who played Marie Antoinette in the play. Again, Liam had a lot of questions he didn't dare ask out loud. It's not like he was ever good at history, so it was entirely possible the two lived in the same time period. Or it was some sort of allegory that went over his head like the aristocrats wearing banana suits did. 

Louis always found his stories about his placement hilarious, but even that one had him wondering if there wasn't some sort of gas leak in their apartment. It wouldn't have been the first time, or the second. Most likely, it was the theatre that was growing some sort of mold that caused insanity if breathed in. Some of the things Liam had been forced to clean in the past few weeks were unspeakable. 

But even that probably couldn't explain Zayn Malik. Nothing could explain that sort of beauty and talent. Or those hands... and thighs... and fingers. Ung. Liam would love to get up close and personal with all of him.  

Either way, Liam had just been cleaning the mirrors in the practice room, humming along to Brandy and Monica on the radio, wondering if Niall was actually going to come down and help him instead of hiding away like a coward. Again. By the second verse, he'd given up trying not to sing along, not expecting anyone to come by. It was late, the dancer's practise long over, and Winston left screaming over an hour ago. Liam would have done a recce and skipped out on the last half hour if one of the managers wasn't sticking around still. Piers Morgan, an absolute cunt who treated the lads on probation like hardened criminals, and he was the prison warden. Despite, you know, most of the lads on summary probation, and Liam’s arson charge being the most serious crime out of all of them. 

Anyway, the last thing he's expecting is for anyone to come in while he's singing about the boy being his, rolling his body to the beat. Which is probably how he ends up tripping over himself when he notices Zayn leaning up against the open door, watching him. Watching him, in bright, tight, teal dance tights (were dance tights usually blue? They should be) that looked nice with his hair and complimented the gold tones of his skin. The skin he could see a lot of. Because he was shirtless. Because he was shirtless and had a lot more tattoos than Liam realized. Tattoos Liam wanted to bite. Not hard enough to make a mark or anything, that would be sacrilegious, but enough to make him make a sound. God, Liam hoped he was a moaner. Not that he thought he had a chance with Zayn or anything, but it would be a shame if Zayn was the type that stayed quiet during sex. 

Except he wasn't being quiet now, he was talking. And Liam was staring at him, like an idiot, not paying attention. Because he was an idiot. 

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, why did this always happen to him? 

"Er, what?" Liam asked, desperately hoping he didn't sound as stupid as he felt right then, which was pretty fucking stupid. He probably looked even stupider than he felt and ruined his chances at ever-

"I asked if you were almost done? Was planning on practising more tonight," Zayn answered him. 

Zayn, Zayn Fucking Malik, answered him, and he was still staring at him like an idiot. Shit Liam say something.

"Pretty" 

Not that you idiot.

"What?" Zayn asked, looking confused and adorable.

Oh god, he was precious. Was that a smile? Was he smiling at him? Liam? Oh no.

"Pretty much, I meant. Pretty much done," Liam replied, wishing the ground would swallow him whole. "Just one more mirror, and I'll be out of your way."

There, those were words, sentences even. Now all he had to do was act normal and finish cleaning. Easy. 

"So, Brandy and Monica, right? You like R'n'B then?" Zayn asked him, walking into the room with a heavy dance bag, setting it off to the side.

Liam felt himself flushing as he turned back around to finish cleaning the mirror so Zayn wouldn't see.  "Yeah," he answered, trying not to peek at Zayn bending over as he rifled through his belongings. 

Those legs, Fuck. Liam wondered what it'd feel like to have them around his- 

"I didn't expect that," Zayn said, drawing Liam out of his filthy thoughts, and making him turn back around.

"What?"

"No, I- I didn't mean it in a bad way or anything. I guess I just expected you to listen to more rock?" 

Liam was pretty sure he missed half of the conversation somewhere. Was Zayn blushing? He was so pretty. Wow. 

"No, I like everything," he replied dumbly. They were still talking about music, right? That would make sense. Why was Zayn talking to him again? God, Liam couldn't handle this. "Do you like it? The music, I mean."

"Yeah, grew up listening to ‘em. My older sister was obsessed with Monica. So... Who's your favourite artist?" 

"Artist? Oh uh, I've been listening to a lot of Post Malone? How about you? What do you- who do you listen to?" 

"Post Malone's sick, mate. I like most music I guess, but I've been listening to a lot of The Weekend."

"Have you heard his new album?"

"Yeah, it's sick! Do you-" Zayn was cut off by Niall running in out of breath. The bright orange tee that labelled him as one of the community service workers was wet and stained black. Actually.. all of him was soaked and stained black. Was that ink?

"Hey, Payno, are you done yet because we have a situation upstairs," Niall gasped out, hands on his knees, looking like he'd just seen his life flash before his eyes. 

"What the hell happened to you?" 

"There's a squid stick in the toilet." 

"There's a what?"

"A Squid! A giant fucking squid in the toilet!" 

Liam blinked in confusion, trying to wrap his head around why there would be a squid anywhere near the theatre let alone one of the toilets. Did Corden want live animals in his show now? Or Winston. It could be either of them. 

"Why do you need me?" he asked. "I don't know anything about squids."

Niall sounded like he was at the end of his rope when he replied, "You know something about plumbing at least!" 

"Not a lot! Enough to keep the water on at home, but I'm not a plumber." 

"Doesn't matter, we need your help, Ashtons gone to find some butter," Niall said, stomping back around, leaving behind a trail of watery black ink. "We'll meet you upstairs when you're done."

"Wait, what do you need butter for?!" Liam called after him but didn't get a reply. Butter? How was butter going to help?

A muffled giggle distracted Liam from his thoughts, and he was abruptly reminded Zayn was still in the room. Zayn, might as well be a god, was in the room, and Liam was just talking about squids in toilets.

Why him?

"I guess I should go see what they need help with?" Liam tried to say without sounding... Well, he wasn't sure what the proper response was in this situation or how to react to it. 

Zayn smiled at him, and oh. How was it possible he looked even more attractive now? 

Liam thinks Zayn said something about the other lads needing him and it sounding urgent, but really, Liam was in a daze until he also got a face full of ink... From another squid in an entirely different toilet. 

What the fuck.

Louis was never going to let him live this down. 

Really? Squids???

[bigskydreaming]

So just out of curiosity, what inspired the whole Beacon Bay idea? What kind of sharks and dolphins are they? This entire thing is very intriguing to me and I can't wait to see more.

So first off, anyone who’s ever played soundingboard to my original stuff like Moukie or Adam can attest to the fact that I’m ocean obsessed, so there’s pretty much nothing I’m interested in that isn’t a mere two or three steps removed from an ocean/merfolk/sea witch AU in my head. Gimme anything and like, five minutes, and I can make it ocean themed. Space operas included. I grew up near the ocean, been surfing for ages though of course I haven’t in years, blah, but like. I’m a big fan of the deep blue sea. Its just....neat. ghaskfhalkfhla

So I’ve always had a bunch of ocean-set concepts. This particular AU came about from like, smashing a couple of them together to preserve them when my plans for doing original stuff with them fizzled out, at least for the time being. Cuz the other thing about me is the way some people like, take their fanfic and file off the serial numbers to turn it into original novels, I more often do the reverse, lmao. When I have something I can no longer do something with original-content-wise, for whatever reason, but I still like the idea, I turn it into fanfic so I can still play around with it whenever I want and like, have purpose to that, so I don’t feel like I’m wasting time by still ‘indulging’ in that concept or whatever.

Like my Batfandom fic By Lost Ways, as I’ve mentioned before....that actually started out as an original high fantasy novel set in my ‘Tales of the Citadel’ shared universe. BUT the setting ended up being similar enough to a sci-fi project I wanted I to move forward with, ‘Waveriders’ (the one with the sky pirates and the ATLA-style benders only instead of evoking the four classical elements, waveriders could each ‘hack’ a different kind of wavelength, that one) like....basically, the projects FELT similar enough in setting and various superficial elements that I started to feel derivative of myself moving forward with both, so I picked Waveriders and then recycled the setting and a lot of the plot of the sky-set fantasy novel for fanfic, just for fun.

Same thing here, though Beacon Bay is basically the mash-up of two different shelved original projects. Basically, its the plot of a CW-style show about teen sirens and the sea witch making like the Fagin to their Oliver Twists, from a pilot I wrote years ago.....it got some interest but I refused to make it less gay because lol have you met me, so it ultimately never went anywhere but I still liked the plot. 

And then remember the werewolf books I mentioned awhile back, that had the mongoose shifters in them? LOL. Yeah, so I’d written two and a half novels in that series and had this whole expansive worldbuilding of twelve different shifter clans each with their own innate magic, patron deity/creator, etc, but all my agent and editor contacts at the time were like yeah sorry, shifters are over for now, and I was like wow, can’t believe cancel culture’s real and publishing cancelled werewolves, wtf, rude, and then I was like eh, still wanna play in this universe especially with the dolphins and shark shifters which I never even really got to in those books, so I’m just gonna air-lift them out of that and drop them smack in the middle of my CW siren plot and fanfic away to my heart’s content and call that ‘being productive’ when I feel like it.

Anyway, found family was a big theme of those books and the world-building I did there in general, because again, have you met me, I’m not predictable or anything (shhh, the word is consistent), and one of my initial things there was I wanted the various shifter types to all have innate magic, because for literally no real reason that I can discern other than Whimsy, I have always been Team Werewolf in vampires vs werewolves, and I was tired of werewolves always being by default the underdogs in those narratives. Even if that does make for a good pun.

SO, I wanted to come up with werewolf magic that felt natural and organic to werewolves, like nothing too flashy or obscure, but that would make them a legitimate threat even to other supernatural creatures. And I made it so each of the shifter types were granted an active and a passive magic by the god that created their type of shifter, and with werewolves, their active magic was that of the pack gestalt. I took the idea of ‘their whole is greater than the sum of their parts’ that TW kinda briefly touched on when presenting (but never really doing much with) the idea that the more wolves in a pack, the stronger that pack was.....and I decided okay what if being part of a pack upped stats all across the board AND all shifters have a SLIGHT innate resistance to magic, being innately magical beings themselves? 

So a werewolf pack, with enough pack members, would thus not only be formidable in strength, speed, senses and speed of healing....but compound that innate shifter resistance to magic, which in a single shifter is negligible, like, just enough to make them slightly harder to track with magic or curse or whatever.....but in a whole werewolf pack, that adds up to make the pack effectively immune to foreign magic. Vampires can’t compel them, demons can’t possess them, witches can’t curse them, etc. So a lone werewolf, not part of a pack, is formidable, but nothing another supernatural being can’t take on. But a lone werewolf who IS part of a pack....different story entirely, because now most other supernatural beings, no matter what their USUAL strengths, are reduced to taking on that werewolf hand to hand, as their own supernatural gifts or spells or whatever, like, aren’t gonna do them any good against these particular foes. And werewolves are USED to fighting with just brute physical strength and attributes, which gives them the edge against opponents who are more used to being able to fall back on magic in battle.

But as much as I like sticking to a theme, I like to diversify that theme where possible, so when it came to the other shifter types, I wanted to similarly come up with ways where ‘the whole would be greater than the sum of their parts’ but in like, entirely different ways.

So with dolphin shifters, their ‘passive magic’ (in quotes cuz that’s not quite the right word for it but whatever) is that they’re all empaths, with their more active magic being weather manipulation. Their empathy is a two-way street....they project emotions as well as just feel other peoples’, which ties into the fact that their patron deity was Dionysus. Dolphin parties....legendary. But in an extremely wild, dangerous and Bacchanalian kinda way. In terms of Beacon Bay specifically, this is a bit of a problem for the BB dolphins, as the closest thing they had to an official Triton (the dolphin shifter version of an Alpha) was Peter, but they were like nope, not loving this guy, and kinda drove him out of town in the AU S1 backstory of this ‘verse, which means Scott and the others are kinda just making it up as they go along, and don’t really know the ins and outs of BEING dolphin shifters. (Derek is....elsewhere, in this. Mostly). 

So bottom line is they have reputations around school for being loud obnoxious goofs and trouble-makers, constantly playing hooky and such, but its because they don’t really know HOW to safeguard against spilling their emotions onto everyone around them so they try and err on the side of being the life of the party whenever possible, as that’s better than the alternatives in their opinion. And when they’re just having bad days and bumming hard, the whole pod will just skip school and glomp around the bumming pod member whilst self-caring, rather than like, accidentally bum out the entire school.

But their weather manipulation magic is where the gestalt idea comes into play with them, as I love weather manipulating powers, but I didn’t want to make them all Ororo Munroe, y’know? Only Ororo Munroe can be Ororo Munroe. Don’t make me scoff. I’ll do it. I’ll scoff so hard. SO I went with the idea of weather control married to manipulating storms via song and was like, okay what if a dolphin pod is like, a symphony of shifters. 

Basically, its like each individual dolphin shifter is a single voice in a chorus, and there’s magical equivalents of being a baritone, an alto, etc. Like, none of them can whip up a storm on their own. Its more that each of them can summon or conjure a PIECE of a storm with their song, with it being different for each of them....symptomatic of their magic as an expression of them as an individual. So for instance, Scott’s song is ‘tuned’ to lightning. He can call down a bolt of lightning from a clear blue sky.....but he can’t summon so much as a drop of rain to save his life. Literally. Its an actual plot point at one point. Whereas Isaac’s song is all about calling down rain, Boyd’s is more of an arctic wind, and Erica’s kinda summons a pressure front that in harmony with the two of theirs can whip up a mean waterspout. And then Corey’s all about conjuring fog banks with low visibility while Liam can whistle up a strong, gale-force wind but sucks at using his song as a precision instrument. Etc, etc. But the real magic is when they all use their voices and magic in concert....as a group, they can summon huge magical thunderstorms.

Also, one thing I love about using different kinds of shifters is the opportunity to explore enhanced supernatural senses that aren’t just keen sight, smell or hearing. So the dolphin shifters aren’t like wolf shifters in being able to detect chemosignals or anything like that....in fact, their sense of smell isn’t much different from anyone else’s. But they do have an ability to use what’s effectively supernatural echolocation even above water, and their sight is adapted for optimal viewing underwater, making them particularly good at seeing in the darkness even on land. 

(Also, related but somewhat tangential to both the shifter senses and dolphin ‘voices’....all dolphin shifters have a strong talent for mimicry, but this isn’t technically a form of magic, more just a combination of their control over their voice and their keen senses of pitch, etc).

The shark shifters, on the other hand, have some of the keenest senses of all shifters. Not only is their sense of smell even better than a werewolf’s, they’re sensitive to changes in pressure, for one thing. Which means on land, they can even feel changes in atmospheric pressure.....so like, the shark shifters of Beacon Bay could be in math class and then ‘feel’ a sudden drop in air pressure and thus even before some strange weather phenomenon occurs, they’re groaning like ugh fucking A, what the hell did the damn dolphins do now.

Also, their magnetic field perception is such that they can kinda ‘sense’ when people are around, just by being aware of the approaching magnetic field of another living being.

And then with the sharks, I was looking for ways to lean into the associations we have with sharks and blood, but subvert them to be less macabre and more communal. And another big theme of mine in general is like, I am DETERMINED to go to my grave shouting at the top of my lungs “Its THE BLOOD OF THE COVENANT IS THICKER THAN THE WATER OF THE WOMB, NOT BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER, HOW DID PEOPLE GET THAT SO BACKWARDS ITS SUPPOSED TO BE THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF HOW ITS USUALLY STATED!”

Like, that’s just...HUGE pet peeve of mine. Its like nails on a chalkboard, lmfao, that drives me nuts. That phrase is usually cited by people using it to express like, the idea that there’s no greater force than family, specifically BIOLOGICAL, ‘blood’ relations, but its literally meant to be the exact opposite, that the blood of CHOSEN bonds, of covenants, of vows or promises, is a greater force than the water of the womb, ie being born of the same womb, as in biological siblings. The entire point of the phrase is biology ain’t shit, family is what we choose. And somehow it got turned ENTIRELY around.

(Note: Okay, so for the record, its not ‘somehow’, there’s actually a very clear reason for why that particular interpretation gained so much momentum, and that’s because for a long time it was conflated with an old German proverb from like a thousand years ago that basically translates to “kin-blood is not spoiled by water.” Which basically was meant to mean that nothing can ‘dilute’ blood relations, not time, not distance, not water. So that phrase DOES correspond to the idea that ‘blood is thicker than water.’ Problem is, there isn’t a direct trace from that particular proverb TO most USAGES of ‘blood is thicker than water,’ which when you throw in the OTHER phrase, which in its entirety is “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” what you end up with is a lot of people SAYING that one when they actually MEAN to say ‘kin-blood is not spoiled by water’ and that’s where the meanings get switched. But I fucking digress. Per usual).

Anyway. So combine that particular pet peeve with my found family fixation AND the fact that this is about magic and magic means I can do whatever the hell I want, fuck your biological connections mwahahaha.....I decided to base shark magic on the idea of the blood-ties of family....but CHOSEN blood-ties, as in blood of the covenant ties.

What I mean is okay, so it first of all just made sense to me to have shark shifter communities be heavily focused around adoption, because like....let’s be real, shark shifters going around biting people to change them into shifters, and then people magically healing from....shark bites....was going to attract a lot more attention than people turning after being attacked by other types of shifters. Not to mention the fact that not only are shark attacks always big news, part of why they’re big news is because they’re actually pretty rare.

So, shark shifter communities were never really gonna propagate via lots of random shark shifter attacks turning people. So the way they DO expand and grow is by, well, family. Both biological AND adoption...as well as of course shark shifter communities taking in people who ARE attacked by rogue shark shifters, when that does happen. 

But bottom line is, there’s an additional element in play in shark shifter communities, beyond just the gene pool....and that’s like, a magical tidepool of talents, let’s call it. Because I do love me some alliteration. But also tidepool of talents is just a cool phrase, IMO.

Anyway, the main part of shark shifter magic, and how THEIR whole is greater than the sum of their parts, is that any shark shifter can draw upon or channel the talents, skillsets or knowledge of anyone else in their communal family. And whenever that family gets added to, the talents, skillsets and knowledge of the new addition gets added to the pot, so to speak. So shark shifters are kinda all like Rogue, if Rogue’s focus was less on the superpowers of other people and more on things like Beast’s scientific knowledge, Cyclops’ strategic skills or Cable’s weapons expertise.

And then their ‘passive magic’ is a form of psychometry whenever they come into contact with blood. By touching even just a drop of someone’s blood, they can get a vision of how that blood was spilled or even get a sense of where the person who spilled it is now.

As to the types of sharks and dolphins they all are, for that I went with the thing about the shape you take reflects the person you are.....all the shifters here are full shifters, and there’s no genetic component to their shifting, its purely magical, so like....just because Peter turned the various dolphins of BB doesn’t mean they all turn into the same kind of dolphin he was. In fact, I don’t even know what kind of dolphin he was on account of I don’t really care tbh, lol. Whereas Erica’s an Atlantic spotted dolphin, Liam’s a pygmy killer whale which looks like an orca just tiny in comparison and is actually a dolphin, and I found that combination of factors hilarious, etc, etc.

Same thing with the shark shifters. Even among biological relations, there’s a ton of variety of shark types. Like the twins aren’t even the same type...Ethan’s a blue shark and Aiden’s a bull shark, Tracy’s a tiger shark and Hayden’s an angel shark. Danny’s actually a throwback to an unnamed prehistoric shark, not Megalodon big but big enough to shut up Jackson when he goes on about being a great white shark. Shark and crocodile shifters are the two oldest shifter clans, old enough that literal dinosaurs fall under the umbrella of their shifter type, and thus occasionally show up even in modern generations.

[tvandenneagram]

Dynasty (2017): Adam Carrington - Type 6w7

Adam in determined, obsessive and manipulative. He desperately wants to form a connection to his family and especially wants to earn the love and attention of Blake.

At his best, Adam is supportive and acts more levelheaded. He is more emotionally stable and will help the people around him when they need his assistance. He shows this side with Blake and again when he helps Fallon find Kirby and infiltrate Joel’s community.

At his worst, Adam becomes violent and lashes out in unpredictable ways. He reacts very badly to perceived slights and lies and will take out his frustrations in dangerous ways. He pushes Alexis into the fireplace as he feels like her lies about Hank being Adam need to be punished. He also sets fire to Blake’s vineyard after he believes he betrayed him as he knows this will hurt him, like he has been hurt.

Adam strongly believes he deserves a place in the Carrington family after being robbed of his childhood with his family. He reacts very badly to the news that he is a Carrington and feels betrayed by his adoptive mother. When he arrives at the manor he wants to be included and thinks he will finally have the home and family he craves. He idealises Blake because of his immediate acceptance of him and he becomes his biggest supporter. Most of his actions are to ingratiate himself to Blake and show him that he is worthy of his legacy as his son.

Adam has a tendency to see people as being with him or against him, which can be common in unhealthy 6s. If he feels like someone has broken his trust he will be very reluctant to let them close to him as he is weary of their intentions. However, he is very attached and will give people more chances if he believes there is a connection. This can be seen with Nadia and her involvement with Fallon to trick Adam as he is willing to believe Nadia was less involved and reconcile with her at the valentines party. Even when finding out that his admirer was Kirby all along he is taken aback as he feels duped and doesn’t trust her motives. He questions why she didn’t tell him the truth and needs to process her feelings.

Adam has a wing 7 as he seems more people oriented and outgoing that a wing 5 may be.

Tri-type: 6w7 - 2w3 - 1w2

Some quotes to describe Adam’s motivations:

“How could you do this to me? I’m at my most vulnerable.”

Adam (Sarcastically): “Aw. Need a hug?”

Adam: “Uh, that might be easier said than done. They all seem a little incestuous.” Fallon: “Oh wow, coming from you, that's problematic.”

Adam: “The UN advises all international rescue groups not to go to Moldavia. Private security won't even go there.” Cristal: “So what makes you think you can do it?”

Adam: “Look, look, we're not going there to fight. We're simply going there to casually break in and...” Adam and Liam: “unkidnap...” Adam: “two innocent people.”

[alj4890]

Kiss/Love Prompts

(Maxwell Beaumont x Nadia Park) with the prompt: A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them as requested by Anonymous. (Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) with the prompt: Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force also requested by Anonymous. And the prompt: "I shouldn't be here." As requested by @krsnlove​

(Maxwell x Nadia) (Thomas x Amanda) in a The Royal Heir/Red Carpet Diaries/Perfect Match crossover Fan Fiction

@lxaah11​   @alleksa16​   @penguininapinktuxedo​   @blackcoffee85​   @stopforamoment​     @hopelessromantic1352​     @krsnlove​     @annekebbphotography​        @hopelessromantic1352​   . @sunflowergirl05​   @desireepow-1986​  @greywitchyshots​   @lilyofchoices @moodyvalentinestories​  @emceesynonymroll   @my-heart-beats-for-ya @aworldoffandoms   @ab1901     @lolablackwrites     @flyawayboo   @i-bloody-love-drake-walker   . @trappedinfandoms   @kate-mckenzie

A/N This isn’t a part of any particular AU, but the idea came to me while listening to one of my playlists and somehow this storyline came about, LOL. It will be a short miniseries because somehow it blossomed in size the more I went into it. I changed Nadia’s problems with Eros for this and made her and Rachel Hunt old college roommates. Without further ado, let's see if Thomas Hunt's sister, Rachel, knows what she is doing when she sets him up on a blind date. Maxwell also plans his hand at matchmaking once more. He was awfully successful with Riley and Liam. And what are plans without a few troublemakers in the mix?

Song: In My Dreams

Masterlist

part 2

A Not So Perfect Match (Part 1)

Upper East Side, New York, Friday the 12th...

"Rachel!" Nadia squealed before squeezing her surprise visitor in a tight hug. 

"I've missed you too." Rachel patted her back. Her eyes widened at the top of her old friend’s once striking, jet black hair. “You colored your hair?!”

“Yeah.” Nadia pushed her now caramel hair back over her shoulders. “I needed a change.” Her brow furrowed with this unexpected visit. "What are you doing in New York?" 

"I came to check on you." She replied. “You didn’t sound right when we last talked.” 

The petite artist teared up some at the sweet gesture. "You shouldn't have come all this way. I'm fine."

"Nadia." Rachel grasped her friend's shoulders. "I lived with you for four years in college. I think after you comforted me during my crying jag over that moron, Nelson, who stood me up our freshman year, we are way past having to fake being fine."

Nadia's overly bright smile dimmed. "Thank God. I didn't think I could continue acting happy." Her eyebrows drew together with worry. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see you again, it's just..." She took a deep breath. "It's just that I'm tired."

Rachel waited silently for her to elaborate.

Nadia groaned, thoroughly disgusted with herself. "I know when we last talked, I told you about the Eros debacle."

"Yes." Rachel moved her hand in an impatient motion to get her to continue.

"Well, ever since Damien found out the dating service was actually for people who wanted to cheat on their significant others and that it had someone perfectly matched for me, I have been too scared to try dating again.."

"Why?"

"Because!" Nadia practically exploded off the couch. "Each guy I think is the one turns out to be my worst nightmare. They either cheat, or stalk me, or take my left shoes, or--"

"Whoa. Back up. Who took your left shoes?!" Rachel glanced down at her own footwear, wondering why a man would do such a thing.

"Evan." Nadia reminded her. "Remember? Junior year, he broke into our room and took two left shoes from my closet."

Rachel's eyes narrowed as she thought back. "I completely forgot about that."

"I wish I could." Nadia tilted her head for her friend to follow. "I've recently made a study of my bad boyfriends."

She led her into the second bedroom of her apartment. There was a large rolling bulletin board covered in pictures of various men. Multicolored strands of yarn went from one ex to another.

"Wow." Rachel stepped forward and read the notes written in glitter gel pens and such her friend had posted with each one. "Nadia, perhaps--"

"Look, I know it's crazy and I'm crazy for going through with making this." Nadia's eyes filled with tears. "I have to know why I'm a jerk magnet."

"You're not a jerk magnet." Rachel rolled her eyes. "You have simply had a run of bad luck."

"It isn't a run! It's years of this." Nadia pointed out.

The evidence on the board was damning. It did seem that somehow the jerks of the world latched on to Nadia.

"You need a change." Rachel decided. "Pack your bags. You're coming with me to California."

"What?" Nadia exclaimed. "Rachel, I can't just--"

"Yes, you can." Rachel went to Nadia's room and began to go through her clothes. "We will go shopping once there. But for the time being, these will do." She pulled out several outfits and laid them on the bed. "I'm going to introduce you to someone that I believe is perfect for you."

"Who?" Nadia asked. An excited trepidation overcame her.

Could the perfect guy be waiting for her in Hollywood?

"My brother." Rachel declared. "Like you, Thomas hasn't had the best of luck with dating." A smile slowly formed as she imagined one of her best friends marrying her only brother. And it would all be because of her brilliant matchmaking.

"Rach, I don't know." Nadia hedged. "Didn't you say he is," she hesitated, "kind of grumpy?"

"He definitely is." Rachel searched for a suitcase. "And that's why I think you would be perfect for him. He needs someone sweet."

"I'm not so sure it will work out. You said he has a quick temper. I do too and--"

"You both have an artistic temperament." Rachel pointed out. "While yours is on canvas, his is film." She continued to pack Nadia's bags. "I can't wait for you two to finally meet."

When she noticed her friend trying to think of a way out of going, she decided to use their new current obsession. They had spent numerous hours on the phone talking about their favorite book.

"Maxwell Beaumont is bringing everyone in The Royal Romance to Hollywood in a few days."

"What?!" Nadia squealed. "Do you think we could meet them?!"

"Tommy Phelps invited my brother to a party for the nobles." Rachel laughed when Nadia dramatically flopped on her bed. "I talked Thomas into taking me. If you come, he can take us both."

And then you'll fall in love with each other, she thought.

"Why didn't you lead with that?!" Nadia broke into a wide smile. “I would love to go to California."

******************

A private jet, a few hours east of Hollywood...

"Excited?" Maxwell asked.

"Sorry?" Amanda removed her ear buds. "Did you say something?"

"Are you excited?" Maxwell repeated.

"About going to Hollywood? Of course." Amanda slipped her ear buds back in, assuming the conversation over.

He yanked out the right one.

"I'm sorry, were you not finished?" She set her kindle down.

"Amanda, you're about to meet everyone who's playing your favorite people in the world!" He took her by her shoulders and playfully shook her. "How can you sit there calmly?"

She laughed at his antics. "I am curious who the director picked to play you."

"I'll give you a hint." His dimples deepened. "Your favorite actor is playing yours truly."

"No!" Amanda's eyes widened. "Are you saying that Ryan Summers is playing you? Ryan I am too handsome to be true Summers?"

He nodded, finally content at having worked her into an excited frenzy.

"I love his movies." Amanda sighed. "Any chance you added a hidden romance for you in the script?" Her lips curved in a teasing smile. "I would be willing to work for free to share a love scene or two with him."

"Oh really?" Maxwell teased. "I guess it's a good thing I told him that if he wanted to learn more about me, then he should spend time with you."

"Shut up!" Amanda hit his arm. "You didn't!? Did you?"

"I did." He winked at her. "Perhaps you can also get to know him."

Amanda fanned herself with her tablet. "I can't imagine talking to him much less spending time with him."

"Breathe." Maxwell repeated. "In and out."

"This is going to be the best trip ever." She declared.

***************

Hollywood, Sunday the 14th...

"Come in." Thomas yelled out when he heard the persistent knock.

Rachel opened the door to his apartment. "Busy?"

He finished packing a stack of books in a crate. "Only with getting the last of my things on the moving truck."

"Good thing I came ready to help.” Rachel rolled up her sleeves.

"Thank you." He handed her a box and motioned toward the awards case. "Bubble wrap is over there."

"This is it for the bathroom." Ryan came around the corner. "And I managed to-- Rachel!"

She smiled at him over her shoulder. "Hello Ryan."

His slow, suggestive smile that made his horde of fans shiver formed. "I didn't know you were stopping by. I would have dressed up."

Thomas eyed the two silently.

"I like to surprise my brother. Keeps him tethered to the real world." She teased.

Thomas did not bother to respond to her quip as he hefted a box downstairs.

Ryan set his own box down and helped Rachel reach one of the awards on a top shelf.

"I heard you were in New York." He helped her wrap one of the SAG Awards.

"I was."

He paused waiting on her to say why she went there.

She glanced up at him. "I went to talk a friend of mine into coming here for a visit."

"A friend, huh?" His smile grew at the thought of her having a secret love. "Is this a close friend?"

"Very close." Rachel replied.

"Really?" Ryan turned away from her and picked up a box to take downstairs.

"I think she is perfect for Thomas." Rachel added when he stepped out the door.

Ryan slowly backed up. "Who's perfect for Thomas?"

"My friend in New York. Nadia." She explained. "I intend to put them together."

Ryan thought about the numerous ways this could end badly for all parties involved yet wisely kept it to himself. "When do I get to meet her?"

"You don't. Not until she meets Thomas." Rachel's nose crinkled. "You're too handsome."

His brow furrowed. "And this is bad?"

"Yes." Rachel faced him with her hands on her hips. "I can't tell you how many women have told me that you blind everyone with your looks and charm. I need Nadia to truly see Thomas. Once that is done, then you can meet her."

Ryan casually leaned against the doorframe. "Do I blind you?"

She rolled her eyes. "Not at all. I'm immune to the charms of actors and models. One of the perks to having Thomas as a brother." She cut her eyes to him. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious." He winked at her and said over his shoulder. "I like to know who will let me get away with anything by just flashing a smile."

She shook her head in exasperation while packing the rest of Thomas' awards away.

Her brother returned, frowning slightly at the few items that were left.

"Thomas?"

"Hmm?"

"Moving into your home seems like a new beginning, doesn't it?" She asked, attempting to sound innocent.

Perhaps a little too innocently.

His eyes narrowed. "What are you getting at?"

"Nothing." She kept her back to him. "Just that life itself can change when one moves out of their comfort zone."

"I'm moving to a home I personally designed as my comfort zone." He grumbled.

She grit her teeth at how obtuse he could be sometimes. "I meant that you will have a place where new memories can be made without the stigma of the old."

He stopped packing and folded his arms. "What new memories are you talking about?"

"Well," she shrugged a shoulder. "You'll be making new movies. Throwing parties--"

"I'm not throwing parties."

"New romance." She continued, pretending he had not interrupted.

"I'm not interested." He informed her.

"You will be when you meet the right person." She set the last of his awards in the box. "Thomas, you built a home with eight bedrooms."

"And?"

"And what better way to fill them than with a family!" She exclaimed.

"Rachel, I built those for visitors. Plus, I am using some of those rooms for--"

"When do you invite people to stay with you?" She snapped. "And don't you dare say you are using them for your movie paraphernalia."

Thomas ran his hands over his face. "Rachel, I appreciate your concern, but I am perfectly content as a bachelor. I don't have to worry about whether or not I am focusing on a relationship like I should when a new film comes my way. The unnecessary drama of trying to figure out how serious we should be or--"

"That's why I have the perfect person for you!"

His eyes widened. "What?"

"You mean, who." She smiled at him. "I found someone who understands getting swept away with artistic endeavors."

"Rachel, you are not setting me up with someone." He stated firmly.

"Yes, I am." She argued. "Nadia is the one for you."

"Nadia?" Thomas' frown firmed as he tried to recall how he knew that name. "Your old roommate? The one you claimed was deeply in love with love?"

"That was nearly ten years ago." Rachel waved her hand dismissively. "She's mellowed some."

"No." He snapped. "Thank you for what I assume is a loving gesture on your part, but I am not interested."

"You're meeting her Thursday night for dinner at La Boucherie ." Rachel informed him. "Then escorting us next Friday to The Royal Romance party." She hefted her box and walked out the door, yelling, "Don't even think of getting out of it!"

Ryan dodged her on his way back inside. "What's wrong with Rachel?"

"She set me up on a blind date." Thomas replied bitterly. "One I neither asked for nor wanted."

*****************

The Royal Romance movie set, Tuesday the 16th...

"Here's the ballroom where we have the big BOOM" Tommy Phelps moved his hands like a bomb blowing up.

"But the night when Liam was crowned King was when the photos happened." Riley pointed out. "Not the night when the Sons of the Earth attacked."

"Love how you're thinking." Tommy said. "But we thought fireworks exploding during that big reveal of you and Tariq would really hammer home how little control you had."

"That moment was fraught with turmoil." Liam argued. "I had to immediately come up with a way to keep Riley safe while also trying to find a way to be with her." He looked about the ballroom. "I don't think fireworks do justice to that heartbreaking moment."

He shifted his daughter in his arms when she grunted.

Riley slipped her arm around him. She alone knew how he still suffered from that one night's decision. To this day, he apologized for being unable to choose her in that moment.

While the director continued to discuss options with the royal couple, Maxwell led the others to meet their actors.

"And this is Ryan Summers, aka me." Maxwell cocked his head to the side as he studied the man. "It's like looking in a mirror."

"I don't think you know what a mirror is." Drake commented.

"See." Seth pointed out. "This is what I am talking about. I need to know how you use your snark when talking to others."

"I still can't believe they chose Seth Levine for Drake." Amanda whispered to Olivia. "He is nothing like him."

Olivia nodded before turning her attention to the actress cast as her. "They made the right choice for me. Victoria Fontaine is known for not taking crap from anyone."

The normally blonde beauty had her hair the exact shade of Olivia's rich red locks. She was in the midst of training with a pair of daggers.

"She's got potential." Olivia muttered. When she noticed Amanda's lack of comment, she turned to see what held her attention.

"Really Amanda?" She teased. "You're drooling."

She quickly touched the corner of her dry parted lips before scowling. "Look at him!" She whispered. "He's more handsome than I expected."

"I guess Ryan is not too hard on the eyes." Olivia conceded.

"Amanda!" Maxwell motioned for her to come over. "I need you to tell Ryan how wonderful I am."

She steeled herself and hoped she didn't succumb to giggling like an idiot when he spoke to her.

Ryan held his hand out. "So this is the other friend who only knew of circumstances through phone calls?"

"That's me." Amanda could feel her skin flush from her neck to the tips of her ears. "I was away caring for my late uncle during Liam's search."

Maxwell grinned at her hand remaining in Ryan's. "She was the voice of reason whenever I called in a panic. If anyone can tell you what I went through during my times alone, it is the duchess I would call at three in the morning for encouragement."

"You won’t mind my pestering you?" Ryan's smile flashed causing her cheeks to turn darker.

"Not at all." She replied, smiling shyly back.

"Sounds like you two could use that dinner reservation I won't be able to make." Maxwell interjected. "Perfect opportunity to talk about me."

"What?" Amanda turned abruptly toward him. Her hand slipped from Ryan's grasp.

"Thursday night, seven o'clock. My agent unfortunately scheduled a last-minute book signing for that night. " Maxwell quirked an eyebrow at Ryan. "Any chance you could take her to dinner at La Boucherie?"

"Maxwell--" her voice almost squeaked with embarrassment. "I... I’m sure Ryan has...we can't..."

"Sure." Ryan responded. "I'll come by and pick you up." He smiled once more at Amanda as he left the two to speak to Tommy.

She pinched Maxwell underneath his arm.

"Ow!" He rubbed the spot. "What was that for."

"Did you just set me up with Ryan Summers?" Amanda hissed.

"Are you asking if I concocted a plan to have one of my best friends go to a romantic dinner for two with the one actor she gasped over when he removed his shirt during a love scene?" He countered.

She dropped her head in her hands. "Maxwell!"

"You're welcome." His sing song voice taunted her as he left her alone.

****************

"Here you go Chris." Addison helped him into another jacket. "Better?" She asked when he moved his arms.

"Much better." He replied. "Thanks Addison."

She smiled and went to check on Cassandra's ballgown, pausing when she overheard one of the nobles talking about someone she knew well.

"I still think Thomas Hunt should have directed this." The dark-haired duchess muttered behind her cup.

"You sure it isn't your crush on him making you say that?" Asked the guy that was clearly best friends with the king.

Addison ducked behind a column to continue to eavesdrop. She peeked around it to see how the duchess looked when responding.

"Just because I've always found him attractive doesn't mean he isn't a talented director. When I think of all he could have done with this story--" she smacked the man's arm.

"Amanda, what was that for?!" He asked.

"You know what you were doing, Drake Walker." She wagged a finger at him. “I don’t make that expression whenever I talk about him.”

"Would you have been able to concentrate on the tour if Hunt was directing?" Drake teased.

Amanda's cheeks turned red. "I highly doubt it." She lowered her eyes. "I was secretly hoping we could still meet him." She looked around the set. "Seems unlikely now."

"You've got a few weeks to casually bump into him." Drake countered, nudging her side. "Just because you haven't seen him after a day or so in Hollywood, doesn't mean you won't."

Addison studied the noble closely. She might work for Thomas, she thought. Then the next words she overheard caused her to decide then and there to set Thomas up with this lady.

"I guess we better rejoin the others. Tommy probably has this whole soundstage rigged to blowup like every other movie he has directed." Amanda grumbled. "Would it kill him to stick to the heartache and romance of Liam and Riley's story?"

Addison quickly pulled her phone out and sent a quick text.

Holly. I found her.

*****************

Later that afternoon, The Beverly Wiltshire...

Nadia closed her eyes and sank deeper into the pool, sighing at how wonderful it felt. She tilted her head back, enjoying the sensation of the cool water mixed with the warmth of the sun.

She might have to visit California more often.

She sat up with a start, spluttering at the wave of water that crashed over her.

"I'm so sorry! You okay? I tripped and almost landed on you. It was either splashing you or drowning you."

She rubbed her eyes and blinked at the man nearly tripping over his words with the speed he was speaking. A pair of startling blue eyes were narrowed in concern at her silence.

Her lips parted at the face that slowly came into focus. The very face that graced the cover of the book she kept on her nightstand sheepishly smiled at her.

"I hope I didn't hurt you." He said, dimples deepening.

"I'm fine." She managed to say, smiling at him. "Besides, if I didn't want to get wet, I shouldn't have come to the pool."

His smile grew. "I've never understood people who want to just lay out by water. Who can resist how great it is to swim?"

"Exactly!" She exclaimed. "I'm usually the one having to drag my best friend into the water. He thinks he is too old to play in the pool."

Maxwell shook his head in sympathy. "It takes special people to be friends with such a person. We have to work so much harder to make sure they have fun."

"That's what I always say!" Nadia covered her mouth at how loud her words were. She was so excited to be talking to the Maxwell Beaumont that she lost all volume control.

He smiled and held his hand out. "I'm Maxwell by the way."

"I know." She bounced a little in the water with meeting him on her first day out. "I am your biggest fan! Well, me and Rachel are. I can't tell you how much I LOVE your book!"

Maxwell couldn't stop smiling. "I love meeting a fan."

Her bouncing began to make waves. "Fan hardly describes it. Not that I'm like obsessed with you or anything." She quickly amended. "I've had a stalker fan before. Not. Fun. At. All. Huge fan of your work is a little more appropriate."

His smile dimmed. "You had a stalker?" His eyes swept over her. "I wish I had Amanda here. She could tell me what movie I must have seen you in."

Nadia laughed and shook her head. "I doubt it. I've never done any acting. I'm an artist." She explained moving her hand as if it held a brush. "Paints and canvas."

He playfully wiped his brow in relief. "Thank goodness. I was about to call a doctor to check me over for a head injury if I had forgotten someone like you."

Her cheeks flushed. "I--that's so--thank you." She clasped her hands together to keep from fidgeting. "If you are ever in New York, you'll have to come by my gallery."

"New York huh?" His eyes held hers. "I should have known. After meeting Riley there, I've learned that amazing women come from that city."

Nadia thought she might melt right then and there.

He moved a little closer to her. "Nadia, I don't suppose--"

"Maxwell!" Hana called out. "There you are!" She sent a brief smile toward Nadia. "Sorry to interrupt but Tommy's been trying to get a hold of you. He needs to discuss another scene he thinks needs to be amped up."

"Be right there." His smile disappeared at having to leave. "It was nice meeting you Nadia."

"Best day ever." She replied.

He fought his grin. "Any chance you'll be staying in Hollywood for a while."

"A couple of weeks." She replied.

"Here? At the hotel?" He pushed himself out of the pool.

She became speechless at the sight of him shirtless and dripping wet. "Um. Hmm? Yeah."

He quickly dried off. "Then I hope to splash you again." He winked at her and hurried off.

She watched him until he went back inside before ducking under the water. She let out a squeal once under then popped back to the surface.

Nadia scrambled out of the pool and reached for her phone. "Rach? I JUST MET MAXWELL BEAUMONT!"

*****************

Later that night at The Ivy...

At a table for four out on the back patio, Holly waved to get her friend’s attention.

"Hey guys." Addison pulled a chair out and collapsed. "I needed this."

Steve chuckled at her actions. "Hard day?"

"Hard barely covers it." She grumbled. "With all the fireworks and explosions, I'm going to have to find flame retardant material to make ballgowns out of."

"Could be worse." Holly countered. "You could be helping Thomas move into his new home."

Steve grimaced at the reminder of his current assignment. "Or trying to draw up the right plans for his guest house." He rubbed his temple. "I somehow convinced myself that it would go easier after drawing up blueprints for his dream home." He downed his cocktail. "I've never been more wrong."

"He is a demanding, highly detailed man." Holly muttered. "Turns out great on film but is such a pain to work with."

"At least with Thomas, there aren't any surprises." Addison countered. "I'd willingly trade spots right now for a break from Tommy."

"Don't worry. You'll soon be back where you belong." Holly lifted her menu and grinned. "Tortured with the rest of us as we deal with Mr. Hunt's next vision."

"This is the last time I volunteer to work under Tommy." Addison swore.

Steve leaned closer and lifted a blonde lock of her hair. "Addison? Did you get burned?"

She glanced down and let out a shrill shriek. "MY HAIR!"

Holly coughed to cover her laughter. "I'm so sorry." Tears fell with her suppressed laughter. "I'm not laughing about what happened, just your reaction."

Addison dropped her head on the table with a loud thunk. "I need drinks."

"On it." Steve got their waiter's attention and ordered her favorite.

She sighed and resumed sitting up straight. "Thanks."

"Cheer up." Holly nudged her. "We can get your hair cut in a cute style before Matt gets back in town."

"I know." She mumbled.

Steve and Holly shared a glance at their friend’s unusual low spirits. "So tell us about this woman you found for Thomas."

Steve quirked an eyebrow. "I'm curious how you plan on getting them together. He's already trying to get out of one blind date."

"Blind date?" Addison narrowed her eyes. "But I found the perfect one! Who set him up?"

"Rachel." Holly explained. "With an old roommate of hers."

"She's an artist from New York." Steve added.

"No. Nope. She will not be his perfect match. The lady from Cordonia will." Addison argued. "And I think I know how to get them to meet. Is Thomas still planning on doing that sci-fi movie?"

"You know he is." Holly answered, wondering where she was going with this. "He's been taking his time with it during this move. Plans on focusing on it in a few weeks."

Addison pulled her phone out. "Don't judge me for this, but I took some pictures of the one I want for him."

Her friends studied the first image.

"She's pretty." Steve zoomed in on her face.

"I agree." Holly studied the next picture Addison had snapped.

"Look at her eyes." Addison pointed out.

The two were silent as they did as she said.

"Okay." Steve said slowly. "She has beautiful eyes."

"Oh." Holly blinked. "Oh, you're good."

"Right?!" Addison exclaimed.

"Am I missing something?" Steve asked.

"When are you doing this?" Holly asked. "How will you get her to do this?"

"I overheard her say she hoped to go on a tour of the studio. I thought I could offer to take her to Thomas's soundstage and," she scrunched her shoulders with anticipation, "watch the two fall in love."

"Hello?" Steve waved at them. "Guy over here that isn't fluent in Chang-Sinclaire-ese."

"Addison is going to pretend she's found the perfect person to play the female lead in Thomas's next film." Holly explained. "He has stated more than once that he believes he needs an actress with large, expressive eyes."

"Oh." He looked down at Amanda's face again. "You are good."

 "Good enough to have you buy dinner for me?" Addison teased.

"I did just build a multimillion-dollar home." He pretended to think about it. "And you were singed on the job."

Addison clasped her hands together. "Think of my poor hair and how desperately it needs nutrients."

"I guess I could be talked into it." He smiled at her. "I do owe you both for recommending me to Thomas."

"Wait, you're paying for mine too?" Holly rose halfway out of her chair to search for their waiter. "I need to add to my order."

Once they had their entrees, Addison studied the two closely as they talked about their day. Feeling confident in her choice for Thomas, she began to wonder which individuals she could match them with.

[riverswater]

Obsessed with Harry? Where? People need to check Ziam moments and the way they were the closest and Zayn was aware about everything when it comes to Liam. I'm shocked. This anons so blind wow.

We all just see what we want to see! When I was 15 I though Benedict Cumberbatch was beautiful! I was half in love with him! We all have our faults gkahgkdjfj