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hopelesslonelyghost · 7 hours

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18+ ghoap x fem!reader

soap with a pretty bird back at home who he facetimes all the time bc they just miss each other so much. they’re so clingy for each other.

you’re always relaxing when you call him. in a t-shirt and sweatpants and are either sitting on the couch with a warm lamp on beside you or laying in bed with only the fairy lights on. you’re always giggling and smiling and making sure to keep your entire face within frame so that johnny can see all of you.

and you know that his lieutenant is always somewhere beside him even if johnny denies it, but you know. because the two of you have spoken about it.

“i showed ghost a pic of you.” he spoke one night after the two of you had finished some…salacious activities.

you immediately lifted your head up from where it was laying on his chest, “which one did you show him?”

“don’t get upset.”

you side-eyed him instantly, “john…” you smacked him lightly, “which oneeee?”

after a bit of pestering, he showed you. it was a mirror pic of you in some oversized sweatpants and a thin tank top. your hair was tied back and you were brushing your teeth. it was a silly pic, one meant only for him.

“oh my god, mactavish I can’t believe you!”

“wai’ bonnie lemme explain.”

you were pretty sure you were bright red, trying to hide your face in your hands, but johnny wasn’t letting you.

gripping your wrists, he pushed them both besides your head, getting between your legs, forcing them open, “he loved it.”

your mouth fell open, “johnny how the fu-! HOW?! I look like shit! my face is greasy and I’m pretty sure I hadn’t showered that day when I sent that picture!”

he chucked and pecked your nose, cheeks, and finally your lips, “you weren’t there to see his face. fuck lass, he was exactly like you are now, ears red and all doe-eyed.”

you felt him hardening again, rubbing up against your already soaked cunt, before slipping in with ease, “gonna bring him home. have him fuck this pretty pussy. show him how much of a good girl you are.”

with that in mind, you sometimes say, and do, some out-of-pocket stuff. one time you were complaining to your boyfriend how the birth control pill was making your tits sore and how much bigger they were getting.

“look!” you turned on your nightlight and faced it, giving your boyfriend, and subsequently ghost, an unfiltered view of your tits through your nightie. the low cut helped accentuate them.

your grin was hidden off camera was you palmed one of them and whined, putting on a show for both men, “they’re so swollen babe. i wish you were here to massage them.”

“steamin’ jezus bonnie.”

you could hear a choked off groan somewhere in the background. bingo.

“you’re coming home soon, right baby?” you moved the camera back to your face, pouting and batting your lashes.

“fuck yes. coming home real soon, I promise.”

and it was sometime past three in the morning when he got home a few days later. you were already sleeping, the heat during the summer nights was enough to have the a/c on blast, and wearing just a cropped tank top and a thong to bed.

the sound of the unit running made it easier for both soap and ghost to make their way to your shared room. there you laid on your side, facing away from the door. thin sheets had been kicked off and were now tangled up around your thighs, your bare ass was in full display. the string of your thong tucked nicely between your perky cheeks.

both men swallowed their groans, soap turning to the taller man and elbowing him softly, “better than a phone call, eh l.t.?”

ghost swallowed roughly, eyes never leaving your moonlit body, “way fuckin’ betta’ sergeant.”

and then both men pounced. they’d both requested extended leave, and they planned on using all of it buried deep inside you.

#ough i’ve been thinking about those two SO MUCH #i’m so feral #a little self indulgent tbhhhh #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #ghoap x reader #simon ghost riley #johnny mactavish #ghoap #cod mw2 #cod mw3

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aiiwa · 4 years

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PRETTY IN PINK — IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

✗ REQUEST: may i request a lil text fic of yn having the most juiciest 🍑 and taking pics in her lingerie to send to her female friends so they can help pic out which one is the prettiest but she accidently sends them to her best friend and crush iwa and how that would go?????

— iwaizumi hajime.

⤷ genre: college au - fluff (?) / crack (?)

⤷ warnings: suggestive / mature themes, cursing, and a photo thirst trap photo (?), also iwa talking about masturbating over your photo

⤷ word count: 2.8k

— a/n: for my big booty anon i would sell my soul for 🍑💖

this is set in the same universe as freshman year, so feel free to give it a read if you’d like!!

life after meeting your boys had changed your daily routine in the best way. not a minute went by that wasn’t filled with the familiar craziness you had grown on.

free time was spent humouring mattsun by shifting the couches in their apartment around and engaging in a wrestling match, originally stemming from a fight the two of you had over the last slice of cake a month ago; the current score was an even tie of 14-14 though you had plans to take the lead. when it came to makki, he was more than happy to indulge on your self-care days; he’d even take part in your skincare routine, let you paint his nails, and liked it when you made smoothies to sip on while the two of you waited for your clay masks to dry. every other week was dedicated to retouching his roots with pink hair dye.

other days, you were set up on your bed; under the soft covers, stash of snacks next to you, while your laptop rested on your lap. and at exactly three a.m. you would receive an incoming call from, oikawa. since it would be three p.m. in argentina, he’d take to sitting out on his balcony, basking in the sun and interrogating you on the relationship, or lack thereof, you had with his dear iwa-chan.

speaking of sweet, gorgeous iwa - in your biased and majorly crushing opinion, hanging out with him was your favourite. though you’d never be heard saying that around anyone. just last week he’d all but solidified your love for him even more, when the two of you were up late, binge watching a new sci-fi show that caught iwa’s attention, and he got up to make you some coffee when you started to feel sleepy.

“here we go, coffee with two sugars for the pretty lady.” the warmth you felt run over your body settled before you grabbed at the steaming cup. taking a sip you realised you’d never told iwa how many sugars you preferred, and after asking him, you watched his faint blush bloom under the harsh light of the t.v. screen. “heh, i don’t know...just noticed it, i guess.”

but as much as you loved the guys, there were just some things you couldn’t do with them. things that required a strictly girls-only day out.

“what do you mean we’re not allowed to come? i wanna go to the mall too!” mattsun whines, tugging at the sleeve of your cropped, button-up sweater, while you were bent over tying your laces.

“it’s a girl’s day out, emphasis on girl.” smacking his hand away, you straighten up; sending him the look your mother gives you when you’re being difficult. “so unless your little pee-pee grew into a powerful vagina, you’ll be staying home.”

“but makki’s practically a girl too!” the couch cushion that flew into his face was true to its aim, the swift whack shutting mattsun up.

“fuck off, little dick.” makki grumbled, lanky figure draped over the couch; sans aforementioned couch cushion that was covering his face before. mattsun tried to throw the pillow back at the pink-haired boy, but it was caught with ease. “we agreed to never bring that up again.”

“yeah well, y/n’s talking about some girl-time shit, like we didn’t take her to a strip club, filled with male strippers.” mattsun sasses back, crossing his arms with a smirk. “like makki didn’t get a lap dance from that guy-”

from the corner of your eye, the bulky figure entering the room catches your attention instantly. you could never get tired of eyeing up the way his shirt stretched around his fit body, how his sleeves cut a bit into his arms and knowing he could rip them up with a flex of his biceps. watching him walk up to you, the tightening of his navy blue gym shorts around his shaped thighs, had you mesmerised; dragging your gaze across the outline of his bulge, you swore it twitched just before he stopped near you.

“ready to go, y/n?” he offered a small smile, twirling his keys around his finger. at the sound of his voice, the other two boys halted their bickering over the strip club incident.

“oi iwa, no fair, are you going with y/n?!” mattsun interrogates, thick brows arched in question.

“i’m dropping her off.”

“oh.” makki chimes in. “out of everyone i thought you would be the one with the most complaints, iwa. just the other day when the two of you were together, i wanted to ask y/n for help with my project but you-”

“yeah, yeah that was the other day.” iwa cuts him off, and you couldn’t help but furrow your brows, wanting to know what makki was going to say. oh well, you’ll just get it out of him after. “c’mon y/n, you’ll be late meeting the girls.”

iwa was on his way to the front door when makki asked you what was so different about this trip to the mall that you didn’t want any of the boys to come along.

“i’m going to buy new lingerie, and i need their opinions.” you shrugged, grabbing your hand bag so you could follow iwa out.

busy with shoving your phone into your purse, and checking you had all of your essentials, you failed to notice the scheming look shared between mattsun and makki. or how iwa stood frozen by the door, hand tightly gripping the handle, until you bumped into his warm back.

“lingerie...hm, i wonder for who?”

at makki’s words you felt heat rise up in your face, as you rubbed at your nose.

“y/n~! you could’ve just asked me to come along! i would love to give my opinion!”

you’d never seen keys flying so fast through the air, finding their mark on mattsun’s forehead.

after spending twenty minutes pressing an ice pack to the growing bump on mattsun’s forehead, and listening to him trying to explain to an irritated iwa that he was just playing around; you’d finally left the apartment, and was nearing the bustling shopping district. iwa had been quiet, though not awkward, with only the mellow songs of his playlist, named after you, playing during the short drive. he flicked his indicator on, spotting the two girls waving at you from the sidewalk, and pulled over to the side.

“thanks for the ride, iwa.” you mumbled distractedly, admiring the veins in his tanned arm as he shifted the gear into park.

“anything for my pretty lady.” iwa lifts the corner of his mouth up into a sweet grin, olive green eyes flitting over you next to him. he doesn’t even realise he’d called you his pretty lady, and you press a hand to your heated cheek; ignoring your friends cooing and pointing at the two of you. “do you need some money? are you gonna be warm?” he leans closer to you, putting his arm behind your seat as he searches through his gym back in the back. the intoxicating smell of his cinnamon cologne invades your senses. “i’ll give you my jacket, just let me find it.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at his antics, grabbing his bicep to stop him, giving it a firm, very self-indulgent squeeze. “iwa.” you called out to him. he turned to look at you, wide eyed and so fucking adorable. “you’re acting like my mom.”

his handsome features relaxed as he released an airy laugh. “well i love your mom, so i’m fine with that.” he pulled his arm from behind you, jacket in his grip, though not in a way to make you let go of his arm.

“i still can’t believe she messages you to make sure i’m eating right.” you groaned, still squeezing his arm playfully. “and stop trying to give me money, it’s like you want to be my sugar daddy or something.”

iwa’s arm tenses under your touch as he processes your words. “alright, time for you to go.” you manage to catch the bright blush dusting his cheeks; your hand reaching out to pinch them yet all you feel is the material of his jacket as he shoves it into your arms. “get out, your friends are waiting for you.”

you pout at his dismissal; but with the way he was so flustered, scratching the back of his neck and hiding his pretty eyes, you decide to let him off easy

“‘kay, fine~” you drawled in a sing-song voice.

making a show of collecting your things together, you dramatically tugged your seat belt loose; reaching for the door but halting in your actions when the weight of his large hand, dropped on top of your head. allowing him to angle your head to face him, he gifted you with a soft smile that had you ready to melt into the passenger seat.

“be safe, alright?” your eyes blinked with each gentle pat on your head - once, twice, thrice - most likely ruffling your hair you’d spent a good amount of time on. “now go, text me and i’ll pick you up later.”

puffing your cheeks, you nodded as he squeezed your scalp affectionately. unlocking the door, you stepped outside into the cool air, wrapping iwa’s big jacket over your shoulders as goosebumps rose underneath the thin material of your sweater. bumping the door closed with your hip, you bent at the waist and stuck your head through the open window

“bye, iwa.” your lips pressed together in a shy smile.

he mirrored your smile. “see you later, pretty lady.”

walking away, tugging the collar of his jacket closer, you could feel his eyes following after you. only half-listening as the girls teased you, hooking their arms through yours to walk through the entrance of the mall; you glanced back once more to see iwa stick a hand out and wave, before driving off once you disappeared from his view.

steam whirled up and around iwa, as a contented sigh escaped his parted lips. stood underneath the spray of warm water, he felt the tension begin to evaporate from his taut muscles

iwa’s gym sessions, as of late, had been rather extreme. well, it had been this way for a couple of months now, ever since he had met you. he had to overwork his body, send it into overdrive and power through the fatigue - it was the only way to release some of his pent up frustration. the frustration that came with crushing on you, and not acting on it.

you were so fucking gorgeous to him, and you were so damn sweet. every part of his being was steadily entangling itself around your presence, and he had no idea how to stop it. not that he would even want to try. when you were nearby, his ears would begin to twitch at the sound of your voice, searching for you; and when you touched him, wrapping your delicate fingers around his arm to steady yourself, or poking your fingers at his back absentmindedly while teasing his roommates, he could feel his skin tingle all over. but it was when you would look up at him, sparkles in your beautiful eyes, that iwa knew he was a goner.

you had him wrapped around your pretty little finger, and he just wanted to make you his. have you in his arms…and bury himself so deep inside you-

“fuck.”

he shut off the shower with a bit more force than necessary. this was exactly the reason why he’d been visiting the gym more, working out for longer, because his mind was plagued with thoughts of you under him.

especially after seeing you in your cute outfit today. he feared that you’d catch his eyes lingering too long on the exposed skin of your tummy, or trying to memorise the curve of your lush thighs in those jeans. hell, he could barely say anything to you on the drive to the mall, tongue running dry with you so close to him.

with a huff, he carefully stepped out of the shower; wrapping his fully white towel around his hips, and moving into his room. kicking the door closed behind him, he made his way towards his side table just in time for his phone to go off.

grabbing the device and waiting a second for the facial recognition to process; he was surprised to see it was an instagram notification from you. expecting another food porn post, he was dead wrong; with absolutely nothing that could’ve prepared him for what greeted his eyes.

“holy,” he collapsed onto his bed, holding his phone to his face. “fuck.”

you...you-

“fuck!” he growled out.

you’d sent him a photo in your new lingerie, albeit it was most likely by accident, but there you were modelling your new all-pink set. the one he had 'chosen’.

with your arms raised above your head, brushing your hair over your shoulders, the stretched out pose accentuated the curve of your breasts, almost spilling out from the strapped confines of your bra. could he even call it that? it was all studded belt straps and buckles, that matched the thick choker-collar around your lithe neck, and it was not helping his current situation. grazing his eyes lower, a thin belt was clipped around your waist, before a sliver of skin lead downwards to the skinny, almost sheer, material of your panties. it was high waisted, dipping behind your wide hips and the teasing curve of your ass. and then your thighs, fuck how he wanted his face to be squeezed between them. thigh-high stockings dug into your plush thighs, squished out from the way you were sitting on your rug.

leaning back onto his bed, iwa was tempted to check if his heart was still beating, if he was even breathing at this point. but he did check, and he was alive; and the blood circulating his body was currently flowing straight to his groin.

the sight of you, so fucking pretty in pink, was burned into his mind forever.

under his palms the prickling sensation spread across his fingers, itching to relieve himself. one hand trailed across the panes of his abdomen, while the other grabbed at his phone; though it almost went flying out of his hand when it started vibrating and your contact photo flashed on his screen.

“shit.” he cursed, clearing his throat and trying to even out his breathing. he accepted the call after a moment. “hello?”

“iwa?!” at the sound of your voice he could feel his dick twitch, and he clenched his teeth together; annoyed at himself. he needed to get a grip. “oh my god, iwa, i am so sorry!”

‘no, i’m sorry that i want to fuck you so bad right now.’ is what he wants to say. “it’s...fine, y/n.” is what he manages to get out.

he hears you chuckle a bit awkwardly on the other end of the line. “shit, i’m so embarrassed right now.” you confess. “i meant to send that to the girls…”

“you don’t have to be embarrassed.” if anyone was to embarrassed it was him. he’d spent months pining after you, and now here he was lying on his bed aching to touch himself to you, towel fisted in his free hand. “you’re beautiful, y/n.” at least that managed to come out right.

“thank you, iwa...i only realised what happened when i was about to send another showing the back!” you laughing at your antics fell deaf on his ears, when the thought of your ass seized control of his mind.

how often had he admired the shape of you the past few months. daydreaming of the way you’d feel in his big hands, silky skin dug into by his long fingers, cheeks jutting out between them. he wanted to hold your ass in the palms of his hands, squeeze and tease you...his hips buck up, grinding against the cotton of the towel and a loud groan escapes his mouth.

“oh- iwa? are you okay?” you asked him, so innocently. he couldn’t take it anymore.

“i’m good...i just- something’s come up,” he hissed out, glancing down at the red tip of his cock peeping up at him. “i’ll call you later.”

“oh, of course! sorry again iwa, hehe, i’ll delete the photo. talk soon!”

his eyes shut at the sound of your giggle, free hand already rubbing himself. “bye.”

ending the call and moving the phone away from his face, he stared at the photo again, thumb hovering over the ‘save’ option, before pressing yes. he’d keep it locked away just for him, a treasured piece of you in his gallery. starting to stroke himself to your perfect body, he waited for the notification that you had deleted the photo from the conversation.

but it never came, though he did, and the photo remained buried under new food posts sent from you.

yet it wasn’t til a few weeks after that iwa began to think that maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t as much of an accident as you made it out to be.

#haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi imagine #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu crack #college au #haikyuu college au #matsukawa #hanamaki #oikawa #iwaizumi #haikyuu!!#iwa x reader

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an-annyeoing-writer · 3 years

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vulnerability. – chap. 2.

Story info:

Pair: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Rating: +18 for mentions of s*x and violence (future chapters)

Genre: angst, smut

Chapter info:

Release date: 4th June 2021

Word count: 2 751

Warnings: mentions of criminal activity

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Chap. 2.

“What’s my name?”

“Baekhyun.”

“Wrong.”

A stroke of the riding crop over her chest makes the woman whimper. She’s older than him, but it doesn’t matter. Right now, everything about her – her age, name, wants and aversions – they’re all reduced to the leather collar around her neck.

“How are you to address me?”

“Master” she doesn’t hesitate.

The man does, though – he stares her down just for a few seconds, as if to judge her, before he speaks again.

“Good.”

Her gaze follows him as he walks slowly around her, observing her body’s reaction. She’s not to move, not to ask questions. She’s to accept it.

“I’m going to beat you with the crop now. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Bend over.”

* * *

The day was long, but Baekhyun found himself relieving stress in one of his favorite ways.

This time, he sat in The Queen of Spades alone, sipping whiskey and silently watching people around him, eventually ending up staring into the alcohol’s surface instead, until it disappeared entirely and there were only a few pieces of ice at the bottom left to look at. Once they melted, he’d drink them up as well – and it would probably happen, as he wasn’t about to leave anytime soon. There was not much to do.

His eyes landed on the small cut on the inside of his palm, placed next to the glass; the cut was still fresh, but not deep enough to require medical assistance, or even bandaging for that matter. Accidents happened – in some jobs more than in others. The best he could do was to make sure that accidents like this would not follow him back home.

He heard his phone vibrate, but it took him a few seconds to pick it up.

“Hello.”

“Hi there, Hyunie.”

The familiar voice made him sigh deeply with annoyance.

“You don’t sound happy to hear me,” the feminine voice on the other side spoke in slight offense.

“Sorry, it’s not your fault, Luna, I thought I’d be off for the night,” he admitted honestly; the woman’s presence was not something he minded much, but she wasn’t one who ever brought good news, so his mood instantly dropped the moment he heard her voice.

“Well, tonight you can rest, I have something for tomorrow, though.”

Baekhyun exhaled, already rubbing his temples.

“Spill it, I guess.”

“It’s an office. They have a very good security and our hacker couldn’t get in, so we need someone to go there and get some physical copies out, take a few pics and then leave them where they were. No footprints. We need the copies by Monday, and I’ll send someone to give you the details in person tomorrow.”

“Alright. I’ll be waiting.”

“One more thing.”

“What’s that?” He was ready to hang up; thinking became too tiring. But tomorrow; tomorrow, he’d consider this; now was his time off.

“You did leave footprints today, everyone knows. That you got in trouble, and the police were called. What if they recognize you?”

The man snorted in response.

“No way, I know our safety measures. I wouldn’t let them see my face. It was just an accident, okay. A harmless one. I know better and it won’t happen again” he elaborated, feigning confidence – anything just to make this conversation end.

“Are you sure it was harmless?” Luna was the most composed as she spoke, her voice completely ridden of emotions, and that was what started to worry him. As he knew, carelessness and light humor were typical of her, not this seriousness and solemnity.

“What do you mean?”

“The police have a sample of your blood” she finally spilled. “It wasn’t enough to extract your DNA, but it’s already something. Be careful next time, could you?”

His heart dropped. Confidence was gone.

“…Got it.”

“That’s all. Just take care of yourself, Hyunie.”

“Yeah…”

“Sleep well tonight. You have a long day ahead.” She made a quiet smooch sound.

“Goodnight, Luna.”

The line went dead.

For the next few minutes, Baekhyun stared straight ahead, seemingly deep in thought.

In fact, though, he was depleted of thoughts. He was stuck in the bubble of no thinking, no reasons, no emotions, as his brain processed the information it just gathered, but the process was happening outside of his consciousness.

He wished to stay in his thoughtless bubble for longer, but the thin barrier between his consciousness and his internal dialogue finally broke, and he was flooded with everything that he’d been keeping at bay ever since the conversation started.

And so, Byun Baekhyun started contemplating all the things that he preferred to keep away from himself, so as to not spiral into depression and frustration.

He chose a job, thinking, that the breach of law will give him the freedom he desperately wanted.

He ended up dependent on other people to the point where not even the law could protect him anymore; exactly the opposite – the law didn’t seem much of an obstacle anymore, in comparison to all the other things he got tangled in. It wasn’t a lifestyle that one could escape, and he’d learned it way too late.

He tried to achieve independence, but he became a pawn in other people’s hands, irrelevant to the big things happening around; trusted and respected, yet simply disposable at someone else’s command.

There was only one way he knew that could help him regain the sense of control.

And that was how Byun Baekhyun coped.

* * *

“Bend over.”

She obliges without a question, leaning over the table in front of her. Apparently, he’s interested in her behind, rather than the chest that was only a bit pink from the previous hits. She’s an obedient, but slightly frisky one, one that aims to please while also hoping for some pleasure for herself, getting bored easily, but also fussy if something goes not as she wants. Baekhyun breaks her spirit every time they meet, ridding her of any remaining selfishness.

But she enjoys the pain. He makes sure she enjoys nothing else.

The first hit makes her moan, rather than resist. Her skin is smooth, with no scars, and he makes sure it won’t stay this way for much longer, at least for the next few weeks that it will take to heal after he’s done.

The next few swats must feel nice as well, but then her voice falters and turns into quiet whimpers. She doesn’t try to move away, instead, she leans back, at least for the next few hits until it becomes too much and she tries to move away instead.

She doesn’t speak, and neither does he; the sound of the riding crop hitting her bottom mixes with her breath becoming strained and whines becoming louder from pain.

* * *

It was a few days later that Baekhyun sat again in his favorite, cozy area of The Queen of Spades, with a man taller, but younger than himself; it was not so difficult to be taller than Baekhyun, but at the age of 29, most of the people in his circle of closest friends were younger, while most of the ones in his work field were older, which was some sort of a good sign, meaning that he’s worth more than most people of his age.

29 years old – a confusing age. He should have had his life figured out by now, and, to some extent, he had – he knew what he was good at, and what he could do to slowly ensure himself a stable retirement. But to say he was pleased with his career of choice would probably be a misstatement. Yet, that was what he had, and that was what he needed to accept.

They sat on the leather couch that he usually occupied. The taller, bar-styled table and two chairs were on the right side of the couch – he usually used them when carrying on serious conversations. But currently, he was there just to rest, and so in use was the couch. He glanced at the man on his side – leaning his head on Baekhyun’s shoulder, looking fragile despite, in comparison to Baekhyun, being the stronger silhouette.

“Don’t fall asleep, Sehun.”

No answer came, and he didn’t feel a strong need to disturb the other’s rest. Maybe it wouldn’t be too appropriate to sleep in such a place, making an impression of getting drunk over the limits – which was not really the case, alcohol wasn’t the reason for Sehun’s tiredness – however, in fact, who was there to judge them? Especially with Baekhyun being a regular customer who knew everyone else with such a title; and most of them knew what he was up to as well, and why the people he came with usually were not in the most energetic moods.

The music playing in The Queen of Spadeswas usually quiet and climatic, R&B and jazz tunes mixed with the voices of people, and people coming here usually didn’t try stir the bar’s aura.

In fact, it was exactly the opposite.

The moment a person entered the bar, welcomed by the dim space of browns, beiges, woods, and crystals, their soul instantly filled with the calm atmosphere. The aesthetic and climate gave a clear cue, that intruding them wouldn’t be worth much; it was the best to accept and follow, to allow the place to create the unique experience.

“Sehun, are you sleeping?” Baekhyun glanced at the other, and the man only hummed lowly in response. Baekhyun’s shoulder began to cramp, so he gently lifted the other’s head and rested it on the couch’s backrest instead. Sehun instantly moved a little to adjust, but it didn’t seem like he’d want to get up anytime soon. Baekhyun eyed the bruises on his neck – slowly darkening fingerprints of his own.

The bar’s door suddenly opened, catching his attention with noise when the door accidentally hit the wall. Two girls walked in: one of them he saw come here a few times before, alone and not, and the other… well, the other he had not only seen before, but would most likely see in the future as well. What a coincidence.

[F/n] looked nothing like when he last saw her; primarily because, at the museum, she wore modest clothes that suited the situation. Now, in tight fitted pants and a loose shirt exposing a fair amount of cleavage, she looked way more like a girl of her age, similar to many others that came to the bar every day. If not for the fact he knew her, he wouldn’t have paid her much attention now; however, he did know a bit, and if not her appearance, then at least the personality behind it kept his eyes on her until she looked over her shoulder, sparing him a shy glance, as though either knowing he’s looking at her, or, at the very least, expecting him in the same place as he usually was – in fact, he guessed it would be the latter.

She smiled at him softly, and he reciprocated the smile, tension on his face dissipating; the smile grounded him, in a way, reminding him of the fact that, just as he could watch anyone now, he could also be watched. His presence also didn’t make her as tense as it did before, which was relieving – he started worrying if he didn’t go too far during their official first meeting. The word sensitive written on the page of his notebook wasn’t taken out of the blue. She was fragile, he could tell; not in a bad way – but he knew how his demeanor impacted her back then. But that was sort of a proof in itself, a proof of her determination, because despite this impact, she didn’t back out when she had the chance to.

He still felt that she’s not completely aware of what came with the lifestyle – hobby? activity? – that she was getting herself into. Yet, when he thought about it, how could anyone know that for sure, before they had a taste of what’s it like? If anything, he could give her a chance, he thought; a trial, to see if not only she’s in for her own indulgence, but if she can handle what he himself is interested in.

“Wazzup?” Sehun’s voice sounded by his side. The man was undoubtedly good at recognizing his changes in moods. When Baekhyun didn’t feel confident enough to say too much, it was usually Sehun who asked the questions, allowing him to spill out what was on his mind.

“Nothing much. There’s a girl, though, she wants to join” he explained slowly. Sehun’s face didn’t change at the statement.

“You want to take her?”

“Not sure yet.”

“Ah, so.”

“What do you think?” Baekhyun glanced down at the other; Sehun didn’t look at him, his eyes remained closed.

“Well, I don’t know her. But since Byeoli moved out, your circle’s been kind of empty. There’s me, Chaejang, Lisa… well, yeah, that’s it. You haven’t taken anyone new in a while, and old ones are leaving… Aren’t you getting bored?”

“I’m not bored with any of you.” The statement was simple, but meaningful; Sehun smiled softly at that.

“Well, but you seem to have a lot of free time now, and when you have too much free time, you do stupid things.”

Baekhyun scoffed.

“I mean it.” Sehun looked at him directly now. “You’re getting lonely. You need stimuli.”

To the last statement, there was no answer. The men sat there in silence for some more time, until the glasses became empty, until there was nothing more to sit there for, and until the night became so deep that it threatened with becoming the morning soon.

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“Will this be all?”

“Yes, thank you.”

You gave the customer in front of you a bill with the price of his purchase – an average one, just some grocery; not like you paid it much attention – and took the calculated amount of cash from his hand. No change, no problem. You shared a warm smile, as warm as you could muster up at the late hour. It was one of the days when your natural shyness and introversion didn’t get in the way, and you could enjoy the few polite words exchanged with the people passing the store.

“Thank you, goodnight.”

Right as the door closed behind the man, your phone suddenly called and you reached under the counter, where some of your personal things rested during your shift, ready to reach for if necessary.

“Hello?”

“Hello. Am I disturbing you?” Your heart skipped at the familiarity of the voice. However, this time it wasn’t due to anxiety – you started to look forward to his response, and it was like butterflies in your stomach when you received one. You probably should save his number, though.

“Um… Not much” you replied honestly.

“Is your Friday afternoon free?”

“This Friday?” It was Wednesday, you consulted your imaginary calendar.

“Yeah” he replied shortly.

“Um… Sorry, I have the night shift. Saturday?” You counteroffered right away, not wanting him to take your response as a rejection.

“Won’t you be tired?”

“I’ll sleep it off before the afternoon. I’m used to it.” Your free hand fiddled nervously with the strap of your ID badge.

“Hm, okay then. Can we meet at The Queen of Spades? I live nearby too.”

“Where are we going?”

“To my place.” He hesitated for just a second or two. “Are you okay with that?”

The statement made all the cogs in your head move. You hesitated now, too.

Was it what you thought it was? You couldn’t be sure – it could have been just another one of the ordinary meetings, one to get to know each other better, one to pass free time. It was still soon – you didn’t expect it to happen so fast. Even in the span of the time that has passed ever since seeing him for the first time, till reaching this particular point – it still felt so fast, as though after all these years of hopeless yearning you weren’t ready for jumping into the deep end and bringing your dreams to life.

Yet, your instincts were at ease, no red flags, no suspicions. You didn’t feel a need to refuse, or to wait. What would happen if you did – wouldn’t you end up regretting it? Would you be stuck in your safe-zone forever? Although you felt naïve in your trust, you still trusted your instincts foremost.

So the answer came naturally.

“Yes. Yes, I’m in.”

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cattles-bians · 3 years

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exes au part 12

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obsetress: don’t ask why i had this thought because i couldn’t tell you but

obsetress: jamie wakes up in the middle of the night one night and is like “i... had a dream. about vi”

obsetress: and dani’s like “ok baby” and just nuzzles deeper into her pillow and jamie’s like

obsetress: “no, dani, a... a dream”

obsetress: and dani’s like “oh. oh” and is immediately wide awake and bright eyed

obsetress: and is like “was it any good?” and jamie is just. already flushed so red and flushed deeper and dani just hums

em: sighs wistfully

em: i also love that something compels jamie to tell dani Immediately

em: oh the perils of begrudgingly being friends w ur gfs ex

em: jamies like um. no see i can see all these different things my brain mashed together and WHY i had this dream and danis like ok but that wasn’t my question....

obsetress: jamie finally throws up her hands “of course it was”

em: jamie: And You Can’t Tell Vi She’ll Be Insufferable

obsetress: dani, very plainly, at brunch the next morning: so vi

obsetress: jamie looks like she’s going to have a heart attack and dani lets her sweat and then just smiles sweetly “i like those sunglasses. are they new?”

em: jamie what’s the problem (nothin. indigestion)

obsetress: dani very smug n thinks she’s very funny

obsetress: (she is a little funny)

em: one of jamies many ‘oh that’s why they dated’ moments

obsetress: “fookin sick, the both of ya”

em: idk why you had this thought but i’m GREATLY amused

obsetress: skskksksks right

obsetress: jamie explaining her dream to dani in great detail afterwards

obsetress: dani sitting there nodding and hmming “oh that sounds like her. no, she wouldn’t do that. now THAT she would be very good at, you’d like it”

em: i need a moment

em: jamie thinks the dark hides her massive fucken blush but it Doesn’t

em: dani can feel her heating up

obsetress: jamie “i don’t ask you to do this” dani “you’re not stopping me”

em: dani critiquing jamies sex dream is such a fucken funny concept sjdhdkhdkdhdkc

obsetress: RIGHT

obsetress: i’m dying

em: dani: oh no that’s OOC

obsetress: she wouldn’t have a riding crop jamie, it’s 2021, not 16—

em: jamie: it’s a wet dream do u really think it’s gonna have beta readers and a three act structure

em: dani hums

obsetress: dani: well did you enjoy it

obsetress: jamie: i— dani: did you?

obsetress: jamie mumbling yeah

em: jamies like i’m gonna interrogate dani next time, see how she feels- but she forgets dani is incapable of feeling shame

obsetress: like dani wouldn’t just launch into a ramble

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em: viola

obsetress: fuck

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: to jamie, specifically,

em: to jamie specifically andhdjhdjd

em: once again ironic jamvi has turned, in my brain, into ‘yes and....’ jamvi

—-

obsetress:

obsetress: jamie sending this to viola n vi's like

obsetress: she doesn't get it because she's convinced her taste is immaculate

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em: anyway this is ooc even for exes au but i keep thinking abt like. jamie tryna crack how old viola is (she cant be 34 im 30 it doesnt make sense) and going through her fb timeline like. 'aha! motivational quotes. gotta be late 30s' and danis either like

em: danis either like 'you have a notebook where you write down all the quotes you like baby' OR shes like haha ok thats fair (posts another motivational quote on her fb)

obsetress: god i love that so much

obsetress: both of those dani responses are

obsetress: honestly porque no los dos if we're already going ooc

obsetress: i do think the first bit "gotta crack it she can't be 34 i'm 30 it doesn't make sense" is in character fwiw

em: obviously i was inspired by ur post in the milf channel abt viola always saying shes 35

em: big brain

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obsetress: this is literally just. exes au rebecca

obsetress: down to the caption

obsetress: vi and rebecca patiently staging like full photoshoots for each other every time one of them wants a pic otp: i'm not high maintenance, you're just low effort

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em: bold 2 say that we don’t think about jamie and vi tho

em: gotta keep some sorta. presentation of respectability

em: they absolutely couldn’t date tho

obsetress: lmao ikr

obsetress: yeah no they'd kill each other

obsetress: now just thinking of silly circumstances and um

obsetress: rebecca's out of town and dani's flying back from some iowa thing jamie couldn't get away for to go with

obsetress: and viola's like "oh, just stay at ours, it's closer and i'll get you a car"

obsetress: and just like

obsetress: imagining the two of them cohabitating at vi's for a night

em: jamie sneaking around at night tryna find the bathroom and runs straight into vi in a face mask and a dangerously low dressing gown Again

obsetress: the parallels to canon

obsetress: im giggling

obsetress: walks straight into her path

em: opens a door. sees something she doesn’t want to see. immediately turns and walks away

em: god the face mask would make her look like the lady in the lake

obsetress: yeah

obsetress: vi wants to go out to dinner, jamie's just like "i'm already getting up early to go to the airport, can't we just have an easy night in"

em: what did i say before. that thing abt if ur friends w damie you will inevitably walk in on them

obsetress: god yeah

em: flip of that.

obsetress: oh GOD

em: god they would argue about dinner

em: bicker about EVERYTHING

em: dani and rebecca both make the married couple joke

em: jamie goes pale

obsetress: wait sorry i just went back to tahirahs insta post and like

obsetress: katie parker commented and was like "i love these shots of you" and she was like "thanks luv " and i'm like

obsetress: why does this....... still track........... with exes au...............

em: perdy is always a little too flirty w vis paramours

obsetress: always! except dani for whatever reason

obsetress: she's just scared of dani

em: Please

obsetress: rebecca's like "i don't see what the problem is. she can do what she wants, but you trust me, don't you?" "of course i trust you" rebecca shrugs "that's it then, isn't it?"

obsetress: anyway vi huffs n crosses her arms n pouts a little bit and is like "well i don't want her to"

obsetress: rebecca is endeared and uses the opportunity to her advantage like the top leaning switch she is

em: dani rebecca parallels: always dtf

obsetress: perdi and vi fighting and vi's like "are you even gay? or do you just want what i have?" and perdi is like "does it matter?"

em: are you even gay perdi nahdkdhdkdhd

em: perdi is like you KNOW about jamie and viola crinkles her nose bc she forgot about that and she’s starting to respect jamie as a person

obsetress: djflakdkfjldkadjLDJFLSKDFJLSDKFJx

obsetress: i screeched

em: viola: you only MET jamie because i hired her for landscaping you fucking-

obsetress: just thinking about perdita watching jamie working on some property sweating in a tank top and Deciding

em: bringing out some lemonade etc

em: haha you look parched

obsetress: smiling widely, turning on the charm

obsetress: jamie is very attractive and very swoonworthy, but perdita 100% only goes for it because she refuses to let viola have one (1) thing

obsetress: and that extends to lesbianism

em: viola's like no this is normal right. siblings competing. rivalries etc and danis like uh i’m an only child and jamies like uh i raised my brother

em: they don’t know how to tell her sure it happens but it’s also extremely fucken weird vi

obsetress: jamie: you have to tell her dani: why do i have to tell her jamie: you tell her everything dani: i don't tell her–– ok, i tell her most things. i'm not sure i want to tell her this though jamie: why not dani: she's not... she's not gonna like it jamie: So You Might Be A People Pleaser,

em: jamie: i can’t tell her. she’s only just forgotten the perdi thing. what if she remembers i’ve

em: in depth character study of viola and perdi’s fucked up rivalry

em: violas like goddamn it do i have to fuck jamie to get even

obsetress: i––

em: she decides against it

em: jamie is none the wiser

obsetress: she Considers it tho

em: jamie would die on the spot if she knew

obsetress: weighs the pros and cons

obsetress: the best part is like

obsetress: this is all post-danvi and pre-damie right so when dani n jamie see rebecca and vi at that video store

obsetress: viola's like wait.

obsetress: wait

obsetress: dani ending up with the hot gardener her sister fucked because she has bizarre jealousy and possession issues is really just the cherry on top of a shit sundae

em: the funniest part of all our very tangled lore is like

em: none of it contradicts bc it’s even funnier when it’s Extremely Ugly And Messy

em: because lesbians are just... like that

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obsetress: exes au au where viola did fuck jamie, the video rental shop scene is 100 times more awkward

em: don’t think about it don’t think about it dont

em: i am thinking about it

em: jamie has to deal with having been railed by all three of them instead of just the two

em: it feels very uneven to her bc rebeccas a doll, dani, u don’t understand, and ur only running into one ex,

obsetress: talk about the mortifying ordeal of being known

obsetress: "wait, that's your ex?" "yeah" "dani" "what" "dani" "what" jamie's voice is hushed but a lil pitchy and a lot panicky "i think i fucked your ex" "you think?" "i fucked your ex" "you fucked her or she fucked you? because i'm sorry, baby, but i really don't think––"

em: sorry, baby, but i really don’t think-

em: SCREAMED

obsetress: that might be my fave lil bit i've ever written adlfkjasdklf

em: dani being a little too interested in jamie getting railed is like. everything to me

obsetress: jamie's already big blushing

em: a little secret between hannah obsetress and em cowlesbian but i am So thinking abt it

em: patreon exclusive exes au au

[em edit: you can imagine how long this lasted]

obsetress: no one is happy about this situation except dani, who is delighted

em: after, jamie's like. what did u mean by u don’t think that...

em: puffs out her chest

em: i could have-

em: danis like yeah but i know u didn’t did u

obsetress: dani clayton ilu

em: danis like um

em: completely unprompted bc dani ‘finishes a conversation 5 hours later’ is really funny to me

em: danis like i did tho

em: jamies like can you DROP IT

em: she’s SMUG

em: she’s so pleased w herself

obsetress: in bed with the lights off jamie's pulling the sheets up and closing her eyes afterthought

obsetress: just a happy lil hum and an "i did, though"

obsetress: and jamie knows IMMEDIATELY what she's talking about

em: dani never lets jamie live it down

obsetress: never!

obsetress: they'll be washing dishes one day "hey baby?" "hmm" "you slept with a landlord"

em: oh um. flipping the whole ‘experienced jamie virginal dani’ trope everyone loves but

em: i love the idea of dani being like hey jamie did u ever- and jamies like (grumbles) does it matter

em: dani is mentally applying a gold star to her chart

obsetress: ksdljfskdfjlsdjflksdjaf

obsetress: the gold star

em: at this point dani is absolute just tryna tease jamie so she’s like oh well when- and jamies like ok i get it

em: jamie Pretends not to be a little interested

obsetress: meanwhile vi and rebecca very matter of factly swapped stories the first day they Realized

obsetress: vibecca swapping stories and their stories complimenting each other so well that they're like well. hmm

obsetress: glad those two found each other

em: two praise kinks u say

em: ok sorry one more thought i’m thinking abt like

em: jamie staying over (idk if this is before or during damie) and viola and perdi are having yet another spat on the phone and violas like

em: no you ALWAYS do this, whatever you think you’re doing with rebecca-‘ and she barely hears some muffled sorta ‘oh, sorry, remember jamie-

em: and jamies doing the maths. hmm

em: jamies like actually i refuse to examine this further. self care

em: brings it up with dani later and dani LOSES her shit laughing

em: haha jamie you got willoughby’ed

obsetress: SCREAMS

obsetress: you got willoughby'd

obsetress: how does one get willoughbyd asking for a friend

em: yeah same asking for a friend

obsetress: dani, gigglesnorting: wait, you hooked up with... with perdi?

obsetress: (dani hates perdita because viola hates perdita and it is a deep seated hatred she refuses to unlearn)

obsetress: a loyalty strange and enduring, despite it all

em: to be fair perdi is the Worst

em: all of these characters i love to make sympathetic and then perdi is where i draw the line akdhdkhd

em: it’s funnier if she’s awful

em: like a viola that never gets therapy

obsetress: lldjfkaskldfj god same

obsetress: it's too good

em: danis like wait hold on. lemme get a pen

em: makes a silly little chart

em: if the fandom tries to make jamie into a shane the l word character i will simply take that and make jamie mortified abt her uh. well! a pretty girl is nice to her and she forgets how to behave

em: jamie's like oh sure like u don’t have embarrassing flings- and danis like yeah but i don’t interact w them on a daily basis jamie

em: also i didn’t fuck perdi

obsetress: skskskflsdflks

obsetress: "you did fuck perdi though, right? because that just be embarrassing, jamie, if she had been the one who..."

em: skgsdjhdkdhdk

em: jamie grumbles something abt pillow princesses and dani like

em: CLAPS her hands in glee

obsetress: jlsdjflkJSDFKJSDFJ

obsetress: GOD

obsetress: she's immediately pulling out her phone to text vi

em: jamies like why would u message her sister that u freak n danis like oh no theyre very open with each other it’s uh. hmm. anyway

#this is one of my faves won’t lie hfydyst #featuring perdita who is. just #a terrible little delight gshdjfjv #idk what to say about this one except um. i’m sorry #and i hope u can still look me in the eye despite #being a grotty little multishipper #the dani jamie viola rebecca exes au #longggg one

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renee-writer · 4 years

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Teenage Daughters Chapter 11 I Have a Daughter

He drives towards home with his wame all twisted up. His family will be right shocked. Jenny will roll her eyes, call him a right clod heided dolt, and then asked to hear all about her niece. His mam will cry over all the lost time. But his da, his da who taught him how to use a wellie when he was 13. His da who sat him down and explained the importance of taking responsibility for every seed he sowed. To disappoint that man is what weighs heaviest on him.

He pulls under the arches and parks in his usual spot. Stepping out, he takes a minute to breath in the scent of home, horses, goats, one huge sow, the grain and other crops. Home. He walks up the front stoop and opens the door. The scent of fresh bread greets him. Overwhelmed, he stops as tears fill his eyes. How mush his daughter had missed!

“Well mac, we weren’t expecting you today.” His mam comes out of the kitchen. She looks closely at her son. “What is wrong mo ghaol?”

“Oh mam, I did something foolish 16 years ago and now have a daughter.” Ellen pales and leads them both to seats on the couch. “Please, can you get Jenny, Ian, and da. I only wish to tell this once.”

“Ian is with the bairns, field trip but I will go fetch the others and some whisky. I think we may need it.” She stands on unsteady legs and heads off to do it. Jamie sits and buries his head in his hands.

His family is soon gathered around him. “I just said you had something to tell us.” His mam explains as she rejoins him. He nods.

"I was an amadan. A true clod heid. Sixteen years ago, while I was in Boston, celebrating finishing university with Angus and the others, I slept with a lass from the bar. Not something I had ever done before. Ever. It was my first time. I was also quite pissed but those are explanations nae excuses. I did use a wellie but it broke. I should have gave the lass my contact info, my real name, was using Alexander, something. But I just left, headed back here.

When I moved into Inverness and went to meet my new neighbor, a beautiful red haired, blue eyed lass around 15 answered. There was something about her and her mam but I didn’t see it right away. Nor did she. It took her mate seeing Rory, the lass, and I together for the truth to come out.

She is mine. Mine and Claire’s. I have a daughter. Ned is arranging a DNA test for tomorrow to confirm what we both know.” He stops and looks up. His mam's eyes are full of tears. His sister are exasperated. But his da's, Christ, the anger and disappointment, pin him to his seat. He feels his mam's hand cover his, offering her support.

“Bràthair, you were raised better then that. To sleep with a lass on first meeting is bad enough but not to be responsible enough to make sure nothing was started by that broken wellie.”

“I ken Jenny. Trust me when I say I've been living the regret since I found out.”

“Son are you sure she is yours?” his mam softly asks. He nods.

“Her mam and I recall each other besides,” He opens his phone's gallery to the pics of Rory. “ she is us.” He hands it to her. She inhales sharply at the first pic, taken from the photo album, of the pic of Rory at about five.

“She is Maggie!”

“Aye.” That got Jenny joining her mam. The ohhed and ahhed over the pictures of Rory. Jamie sits and waits to hear from his da.

Brian starts to talk, stops, starts again. Finally, “James I am stunned. You promised me, swore, you would be responsible. To find out we have a granddaughter, who is almost grown.. God son. You told your mam and I you would wait for the person you couldn’t live without. I didn't expect you to wait forever but, a one night stand, a broken wellie, a false name, you are better then that son.”

“I know. The guilt… when I think of all I've missed, she has, we have. Her mam shouldering all the responsibility alone. Rory not knowing us, her heritage. I feel horrible. Guilt doesn’t cover it. If it helps, I am trying to make it right. Have instructed Ned to deposit all the owed maintenance owed into her university account, she will get her shares of Fraser Spirits. My name, if she wishes it.”

Ellen raises and hands her husband Jamie’s phone. He looks at the pictures and can't help smiling. “Lord Ellie, she is you!”

“Aye, the Fraser genes are strong. Tell us about her and her mam.”

“Her name is Rory Julia Beauchamp, right now. Her mam is Claire Beauchamp. She is a doctor. Rory is smart, stubborn, beautiful, tenacious, filled with spirit, courageous. God she is so brave. Her mam had told her of the circumstances of her conception so she wasn’t completely shocked to learn her new neighbor was her daddy. She is fierce, loving..”

“Yours. She is yours bràthair.”

“Aye. She is mine. Claire has done a fantastic job raising her. A grand mam but you can see the relief as she realizes she doesn’t have to do it alone anymore.”

“She should ne' had to.” He sighs as he looks down at his newest granddaughter. “but, you are making it right. Wellies break, university lads get drunk and stupid. Her mam, do you have her picture too?”

“Aye,” he scrowls to it.

“She is stunning son but older then I,” a quick glance to his wife,” we expected.”

“Aye, she is ten years older.”

“That is good. I mean that she wasn't a uni student too. Trying to raise a child alone. A doctor you say?”

“Aye works in the A&E.”

“Impressive. You two making co-parenting work?”

“We have just started, but yes. Taken my daughter out to buy summer clothes this weekend. With her mam. I've had breakfasts and dinners with her, Rory. Taken her to school. I will take her out, just us, tonight.”

“Grand. Her mam,” His sister, no numpty, hears the difference in his tone when he talks about her. “What do you think of her?”

“She..” he sighs. “she.. there is something between us, besides Rory. But she is our priority right now. When she has adjusted to the changes in her life, then, well we will talk about what is between us.”

“It is us then. This Claire feels the same?”

“Aye Jenny, she does.”

“Alright, you have the test done. When it shows positive, bring our granddaughter and her mam here to meet us. We wish it was different but can’t go back, eh? I am disappointed in the Jamie of 16 years ago and proud of the Jamie of today.”

“Thank you da. So am I.”

“Go see your daughter.”

He grins and stands. His family stands and hugs him.

“We love you son. Send us those pictures, please.”

“I will mam. Love you too.” He leaves relieved.

#my writing #outlander fanfic #jamie and claire #cannon divergence #modern au #teenage daughters #I have a daughter

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Simquisition - Part 2

l am back at last with part 2 an with Inquisitor Adaar who freshly finished the main game :)))

Part 1

Herah the Herald

She looks so angry and evil but she’s such a sweetheart I promise.

Sims CAS traits: Self-Assured, Goofball, Outgoing, with the Friend of the World aspiration.

Herah: Josephiiiiine I am wearing heels!!!

Josephine: Inquisitor, you cannot wear a crop top to the Halamshiral gala! It is ei formal event!

Managed to make a pretty decent copy of her Antaam-Saar, it has the main idea behind it anyway. She wore that for half the game before switching to more intimidating gear, seen in the pic with Scout Harding. I imagine her preferring browns and yellows and earthy tones generally, but occasionally going full uncoordinated kaleidoscope (plaidweave was used in crafting her armor). Her work outfit is for manual work, painting, gardening, woodwork, restoration. I like the idea of her wearing a vitaar for Halamshiral.

CC:

Qunari Horns by @valhallansim can be found here

Face tattoos by @wistfulpoltergeist can be found here

Here is some trivia no one asked for

Age: 34

Family: Her parents live happily in the Free Marches (well, as happily as a couple of Vashoths in a human community can be but nothing new there). She’s been away with her mercenary company since her early 20s so she only got to see them sporadically. After the Inquisition is declared she doesn’t visit home at all, but after defeating Corypheus she finally pays them a visit.

Reason for being at the Conclave: the canon reason, really. Her company was hired to be there. They had stayed away from the worst areas of the templar-mage conflict, so she was a bit wary of how a Tal-Vashoth mage might be perceived by the templars.

Class and specialization: Electricity rift mage. With the powers given by the Anchor she wanted to understand the Fade better.

Short explanation of in-game decisions:

Champions of the Just:

Herah has never had to deal with Templars before. She was raised outside the circle and has been travelling all around with her mercenary company. Word of the tensions inherent in Circle Towers had reached her, but she’s never witnessed true templar powers at work. She imagined if they were strong enough to disrupt and cancel out magic like hers, they must be strong indeed. So when a decision had to be made, she decided to trust Cullen and go after the templars. In theory, it made a lot of sense. However, after witnessing what had become of them and how they fell into corruption, she decided they cannot be trusted on their own, so she conscripted them to the Inquisition.

Here Lies the Abyss:

Stroud left in the Fade, the Wardens banished. These heroics of theirs just went too far, playing with powers they do not understand.

Wicked Eyes and Wicked Hearts:

All of the possible rulers are awful and manipulative, so they should be awful and manipulative together. She won’t favor any of them, they all deserve each other.

What Pride Had Wrought:

No price is too high for the success of the Inquisition. She has mastered her magical powers, she has mastered the powers of the Fade, and now she will master the wisdom of the ancient elves to win this war for them. She is the one who has to do it. Not Morrigan, or anyone else.

A lot of these make sense based on her personality. She is very sure of herself and so she does not shy away from making radical decisions. What needs to be done now is always more important than dealing with the repercussions. Also a lot of them are made by my wanting to try out other game decisions and making up her personality afterwards who said that.

She also really enjoys being the Inquisitor. So many people around her treated her with fear and disdain, not reverence and she’ll be damned if she won’t have fun with this new status. Within limits, of course.

As usual, asks are open!

For a lot of the inquisitors that follow I will have a lot less info, since it’s hard to come up with so many details and well, I’m only invested in some of them :)))))

But I like having this little system.

Onwardssss!

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #da:i #my ocs #da:i character sheet #once again provided by marian churchland #my screenshots #the sims 4 #inquisitor adaar #mage inquisitor #bioware #modern AU #messy playthrough #I loved playing a mage so much I made another one immediately after finishing the game #I'll add it here once I play some

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lust-bts · 5 years

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an. y’all I have to answer this by taking a pic cause my dumb bitch ass accidentally posted it on the first paragraph 🤦🏼‍♀️

You pouted, your boyfriend sat at the end of your shared bed. He was home earlier than usual tonight and you were hoping to have a more intimate evening, than you’d had all week, but apparently Jungkook had other plans. He’d come home, showered, dried off and was now sat in just a pair of light grey Puma tracksuit pants with his headset on and PlayStation controller in hand. Usually the sight of him so enthralled by a video game was one you quite enjoyed but you were feeling needy tonight as apparently your boyfriend hadn’t noticed.

Deciding to take matters into your own hands you sat up on your knees and shuffled closer to the bare back in front of you. You began by massaging his shoulders with a firm but still gentle squeeze, when your boyfriend hummed appreciatively you moved down to his biceps and softly kissed along his neck. You could feel the shiver that coursed through him and by the way his cheeks puffed up and dimpled you knew he was smiling to himself.

“Baby-“ he drawled and you hummed against his warm skin to show you were listening. “I’m busy, not now,” he brushed you off and with a slight huff you pulled yourself away from him.

“But I want you,” you whined before slipping your hands over his shoulders and feeling your way over the front of his body.

This time when Jungkook spoke it wasn’t to you, “shut up guys, that’s my girl,” whatever they’d said mildly annoyed him and it was obvious by the way his tone deepened but where that was supposed to scare his online gaming friends into stopping their teasing it also turned you on even more and you were left squeezing your thighs together for some relief. It became apparent to you very quickly that Jungkook’s will was a lot stronger today than most and although you’d managed to sneak a few, distracted, kisses from him it was t enough for you and Jungkook was gettin increasingly frustrated.

It took you being the cause of his characters death for him to put the controller down and finally turn the tables, you always forgot how quick and strong your boyfriend was because in a matter of seconds you’d gone from sucking and bruising his neck, jaw and shoulders to being pressed down into the mattress with your hands above your head.

“You want me to fuck you baby, is that it?” He asked darkly, uncaring that his headset was still turned on and is friends could likely hear every word. You nodded meekly in response, your previous confidence gone the second Jungkook turned around. He smirked as he reached over into his drawer and pulled out the silken fabric he kept in there just for you.

You grinned, immediately catching on and moving so that your wrists could be bound to the bed frame. He kissed you softly after you were all tied up and just as you were ready to get into things Jungkook moved away from you completely.

“One more game baby, and I’m yours,” he promised sweetly, kissing your forehead from his new seat right beside you. You whined, thrashing slightly while Jungkook waited for the new game to load up.

“Kookie-“ you whined his name, the problem was that all of our one sided forplay had gotten you so heated that when he’d pinned you down you’d already sodden your panties and now you were left horny, frustrated and with no means of fixing it. You looked up to find Jungkook looking at you with mischievous amusement glinting in his eyes so you retaliated; closing your thighs and using the friction to give you some sort of relief. He licked his lips while he eyed your core through the baby blue lace you were in.

The game loaded in then and he carried his attention away from you and back to the screen, you huffed quietly to yourself and just seconds before his character landed on the map he dropped the controller to his lap and moved your thighs apart.

“No getting yourself off without me,” he ordered and you all but cried out in your frustration. His game seemed to last forever, or maybe that was just him making the world spin slower so that you could be tortured even longer. After he’d killed his first player you were done abiding by his rules and closed your thighs again to buck into them. You caught Jugkook’s gaze slipping while he roamed the map for resources and that’s when you let a small moan slip.

Growling lowly, he moved his hand between your legs and the tingling feeling of pleasure his touch elicited made a breathy sigh pass your lips. He pressed the pads of his fingers down into your heat and ground his palm down into your clit until your back was arching. Then a sharp feeling hit your pulsing core and you looked down to find he’d just slapped your pussy.

“K-ook,” you whined, pulling harder at the binds on your wrists.

“Be good,” he warned again before he went back to the game and straight into a shooting battle with another couple of people alongside his own teammates.

You panted a few times, writhing slightly still with your aftershock until you heard the clatter of plastic on wood and jumped. He was on top of you again, roughly kissing your breath away this time and grinding down against your quivering core. You moaned loudly at the friction and then Jungkook was moving on to your jaw and down your throat. You where breathless in seconds as he kissed his way down to your white cropped t-shirt, pulling the top up over your chest so that he could stare at your tits.

“How do you expect me to play my games when you’re here tying to get yourself off?”

“I want you, so bad,” you whispered, you back arching just like earlier wen his fingers found your core and slipped straight in.

“God, I know you do baby, you put on such a good show for me,” he breathed into your ear, sucking onto your lobe to have you panting.

“Reward me, I’ve waited so long an I’ve been so good, I haven’t touched myself once,” you promised him while you held his unwavering gaze. He smiled gently in response before kissing you, then your shirt was being moved over you head until it draped over your arms.

“Okay baby, fuck. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he vowed, his voice dipping low, while he shuffled back between your legs; taking your panties off with him. He gave you a tantalizingly dark look as he held your thighs apart and slid down to his stomach.

“Keep your eyes open, baby. I want you to see me make you fall apart tonight so you can think about it the next time you’re lonely.”

#btssmutclub #jjk #bts #bts jungkook #bts jungkook smut #bts smut imagines #bts jungkook imagine #bts jungkook smut imagine #bts smut #bts imagines

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 4 years

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Felix Lupei. *Main Character.

Voice Claim: (Dylan O’Brien) https://youtu.be/YiqG5up_qeM?t=1m43s

Partner(s): Jackall, Sebastian, Omen. Parents: Evan and Akin. Kids: None. Other family members: The Cullman, Shaw and Thompson family. Daniel, and the Lupei clan. And of course his siblings, Lina, Willow, Odette, Sam and Oscar. Age: Immortal, but translates into mid 20′s. Birthday: 20th of June. Height: 178cm Body type: A bit on the skinny side, but muscly. Eye color: Light blue and pink. Classification: (Immortal) Shapeshifter —-> wolf and white stag. He’s also an illusionist (An Illusionist is a person who can change the structure of molecules to make a location or person appear different. Sometimes this can be used to mask something that is already there or to create a distraction and lead someone the wrong way. Some Illusionists can create these illusions using their mind while others choose to use a more concrete method such as drawing or writing. These types of Illusionists are more stable and less likely to get caught up in their illusions. All Illusionists have very vivid imaginations and their dreams feel very real to them.)

About: ~ Outgoing, spontaneous, brave, charming, cheeky, flirty, adventurous, social, adaptable, enthusiastic, sassy, positive, cheerful, confident, vibrant, problem-solver, energetic, creative, fearless, humorous, easygoing, easy to talk to, open-minded, capable, helpful, creative, dramatic, fun-loving, colorful, neat, popular, irresponsible, sensitive and outgoing. ~ Gay. ~ Has long silky straight black hair. ~ Has a twin sister, Odette. ~ Reincarnation of Akin and Evan’s kids through time. ~ He chose his own name as a toddler. ~ Quite a good dancer. ~ Loves making ‘spa treatments’ for his sisters. ~ Has several tattoos scattered on his body. ~ Wants to become a DJ. ~ Was in nurse training. ~ Is quite feminine at times. ~ Don’t mistake his pretty exterior, Felix packs a punch if he needs to. ~ Loves to wear makeup and dresses, skirts, heels. ~ Cat person. ~ Skilled at Fencing. ~ Very skilled at several martial arts. ~ Very skilled in archery. ~ Watches a lot of makeover programs. ~ Lives in New York. ~ Fiddles around with possible getting his own makeup tutorial/fashion Youtube-thingy. ~ Goes by the nick name Felly. ~ Fierce. ~ Can be a bit dramatic/petty/salty. ~ Smells like: DKNY - Be Delicious, Juicy Couture - Viva La Juicy, Tom Ford - Rose Prick, Lolita Lempicka - L De Lolita, Lolita Lempicka - Midnight Couture, Guerlain - La Petite Robe Noire, Lancome - La Nuit Tresor, Victor & Rolf - BonBon, Lancome - Tresor Midnight Rose, Vera Wang - Pink Princess, Katy Perry - Royal Revolution, Calvin Klein - Euphoria, Dolce&Gabbana - Dolce Garden, Yves Saint Laurent - Black Opium, Taylor Swift - Wonderstruck, Marc Jacobs - Daisy So Fresh, Marc Jacobs - Oh Lola!, Giorgio Armani - Armani Code, Christian Dior - Poison, Christian Dior - Midnight Poison and Givenchy - Ange Ou Demon. ~ Obsessed with Brendon Urie from Panic! At The Disco. ~ Loves his parents, his partners, siblings and other family members, sex, fetish sex, wearing female clothes/shoes/, any sort of luxury, all kinds of electronic music, cats, dolphins, swimming, diving, surfing, bright colors, going to the cinema, going clubbing, dancing, alcohol, making porn, meeting new people, socializing in any way, loves posing in front of a camera, candy, dildos, glitter, shopping, NY, silk sheets, being spoiled, rough sex, drugs, neon lights, beach life, beach parties, cupcakes, Champagne, stars, the moon, feeling free, chocolate covered strawberries, makeup, smoothies, coffee, bubble tea, pizza, Starbucks, Burger King and the smell of rain. ~ Dresses mostly on the casual side, preferable something with bright colors, often a crop top paired with baggy pants or jeans and chunky heels. ~ He is for the most part very positive, not much seems to get him down. People love hanging out with him, and he’s always up for fun. Felly’s tag Felly’s house/home Felly’s moodboard Handwriting/ask answer pic:

One Gif to describe him:

One song to describe him: The Black Eyed Peas - I Gotta Feeling Personal play list: 1. Thulin - Dancer (Kygo Remix) 2. LMFAO ft. Lauren Bennett, GoonRock - Party Rock Anthem 3. Alex Gaudino feat. Crystal Waters - Destination Calabria 4. Panic! At The Disco - High Hopes 5. Michael Gray - Borderline 6. Oh Wonder - Lose It (Jerry Folk Remix) 7. Avicii - Hey Brother (TEEMID & Tessa Rose Jackson Cover) 8. The Paper Kites - Bloom (Close To You) (Alex Brandt Remix) 9. Taylor Swift - ME! (feat. Brendon Urie of Panic! At The Disco) 10. Calvin Harris - Feel so close (Housejunkee Edit) 11. Disclosure - Latch (Daniela Andrade & Teemid Remix) 12. Ed Sheeran - I'm In Love With The Coco (Hitimpulse Remix) 13. Panic! At The Disco: New Perspective 14. James Hersey - Coming Over (Filous Remix) 15. Sia - Chandelier (Matthew Heyer Remix Ft. Madilyn Bailey) 16. Panama Wedding - Infinite High (Bee's Knees Remix) 17. LMFAO ft. Lil Jon - Shots 18. Wiz Khalifa - Young Wild & Free (Konglomerate Remix) 19. Victoria Magda - Pumped Up Kicks (AceLine Remix) 20. Panic! At The Disco: But It's Better If You Do 21. Daft Punk - Get Lucky (Official Audio) ft. Pharrell Williams, Nile Rodgers 22. Aloe Blacc - I Need A Dollar (Ben E & Falki Remix) 23. Ellie Goulding - High For This (Kygo Remix) 24. John Gibbons - P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) 25. Joe Stone - The Party ft. Montell Jordan (This Is How We Do It) 26. Mr. Belt & Wezol, Jack Wins - One Thing 27. Panic! At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies 28. Fedde Le Grand - So Much Love 29. LMFAO - La La La 30. Taylor Swift - Delicate (AFG Remix)

#Felix Lupei #Felly #immortal #supernatural #shapeshifter #wolf shifter #white stag shifter #simography #ts3 #sims3 #sims 3 #simblr

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love-little-lotte · 5 years

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POTO Manila 2019 Experience

I crossed one thing off my bucket list last March 2, 2019.

Finally, finally, finally. I finally got the chance to witness my all-time favorite musical, The Phantom of the Opera, live. Anyone who really knows me knows that I am totally in love with this show.

I first learned about the existence of POTO when I was 10, when I first read an abridged version of the Gaston Leroux novel. Then I watched the 2004 film, starring Gerard Butler and Emmy Rossum. Ever since then, I fell in love with the musical. I listened to the Original London Cast, with Michael Crawford, Sarah Brightman, and Steve Barton. I watched the 25th anniversary, with Ramin Karimloo and Sierra Boggess. I streamed countless YouTube videos. I wrote down the lyrics, memorized them by heart, and sang along even though I couldn’t reach the high notes, not for the life of me.

POTO became one of my passions, and (yes it sounds cheesy AF) also helped me become the person who I am today. It’s not my first musical (family friendly The Sound of Music is my first because my mom plays the Julie Andrews movie all the time), but it opened my obsession to musical theatre. Through POTO, I got to learn more about Broadway, theatre, and musicals.

I have my brother to thank for this wonderful experience. This was meant to be a birthday and graduation present all rolled into one. And it’s actually the best present I’ve ever received. Not only did he pay for all of my expenses, he also accompanied me and took my pictures! Shoutout to him for making one of my major dreams come true.

This was taken on our way to the theatre. It was a one-show day, and the play was going to start at 2:30 PM. I heard from my friend (who already saw the previews) told me I should be there as early as possible so I can take a lot of pictures before most of the audience arrive. And since I want to take as many photos as I can, my brother and I left our hotel as early as 12 noon.

I was so excited I even took a photo of the theatre while we were in the car. My heart was pounding the entire time. My head was reeling. I still couldn’t believe I was there. It felt like a dream I had before. And believe me when I say I dreamt a lot for this moment.

When we got closer to the theatre, I saw a big poster just right outside. I gave out an excited squeal. “I got to take a picture of that!” I told my brother.

And so I did.

Before entering, we noticed there was some Phantom stuff just right outside by the entrance. Aside from the make-up closet (which is self-explanatory), I didn’t know what was inside of the rest of the boxes but I still took some photos nonetheless. I still had a lot of energy around this time.

This was by the entrance: some posters of the musical productions that toured in Manila before. (From left to right: Chicago, Singin’ in the Rain, Les Misérables, Wicked, West Side Story, and The Sound of Music)

After entering the building, I saw this amazing backdrop and of course, immediately posed in front of it......

.....only to learn the words “The Phantom of the Opera” were cropped so I told my brother we had to go back so we can take a proper picture again.

And there we go.

We went to the second floor afterwards, which was where the theatre was located. And this was when the “taking of photos” spree began.

Exhibit A: Mask, roses, and candelabras. Yep, that’s the whole show right there.

I’m kind of bummed that they didn’t really have a photoshoot for the World Tour. I mean it’s nice to see Kelly Matheison from the West End cast because she’s adorable and gorgeous, but I would love to see some Meghan Picerno HD posters too.

Don’t mind me, I’m just posing here with the POTO posters.

Exhibit B: Ah love this shiny, sparkly mask. Yes, the pic is sadly a bit blurry.

Exhibit C: My brother told me to go sit down on the floor and pretend to be Christine, but there was no way I’m doing that with that dress. I wanted to put on the cloak and the mask, but decided I should go with the rose instead.

Exhibit D: “Look at yourself in the mirror, I am there inside!” This is my favorite picture, which also refers to my favorite part in the musical.

Exhibit E: Yeah at this point I was running out of poses. Standing and smiling at the camera was getting boring.

Oh, and would you look at this! A production of Cats in November 2019, starring Joanna Ampil! Isn’t that amazing? She’s one of my favorite theatre actresses and I would kill to see her sing Memory live.

Anyway, what’s up with the Philippines and Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals?

Yeah, what is up with Andrew Lloyd Webber and the Philippines? We just can’t get enough of it. I’d definitely want to watch Love Never Dies when it comes to Manila, even though I’m not such a big fan of the story. The music is brilliant, as well as the sets and costumes. Can we please have Meghan Picerno as Christine Daaé in this production once again? (And maybe throw in Jonathan Roxmouth, too, cause people love him so much here.)

At this point, my brother already left me. He went back to the hotel while I sat on one of the couches, waiting for the theatre to let the audience in. I took a selfie with the brochure. I thought we were all given a program for free, but it turns out you still have to buy them in the gift shop.

Yay! I’m finally inside. I was in the second row, which was very thrilling, especially since the chandelier was really close to me. I couldn’t wait for it to fall down at the end of Act 1!

Sadly, this is the only picture I had inside the theatre. I was so busy taking it all in that I forgot to take a selfie or something. I still couldn’t believe I was there.

I cried as soon as the overture began to play. There are three possible reasons why I did so: one, I can’t believe I’m really here; two, the music was so beautiful, and three, the light from the chandelier made my eyes hurt lol. But, whatever the reason was, I assure you, there were some tears.

My first genuine cry was during The Mirror scene, when the Phantom showed himself in the mirror. It’s just a super iconic scene, and truly one of my favorites.

But the major highlight for me was Masquerade. Sure, I was expecting myself to cry during All I Ask of You (Reprise) or the Final Lair, but Masquerade overwhelmed me. The costumes were amazing up close! I’ve mentioned a lot of times before that POTO costumes are my favorite things ever. The intricately-designed Elissa dress, the fan-favorite Wishing dress, the iconic white robe, and of course, my personal favorite Aminta dress.

But the costumes during Masquerade was the highlight. I didn’t know where to look because I want to take it all in! The ensemble were great, too, and there was just a big fat stupid grin on my face the whole time.

You know, live theatre isn’t that perfect. I can hear the whirring of the machines as they change the backdrop and their heels clicking loudly onstage. I see them spit at each other’s faces. But damn it, it was beautiful. It’s raw and real, which is what theatre is all about.

Sorry for the bad angle haha. This was the cast I saw my first POTO production and I’m eternally grateful at them for giving me a performance to remember. I was just so excited to see that I’m going to watch Jonathan Roxmouth and Meghan Picerno! I’ve seen a lot of videos of them rehearsing, and they both sounded heavenly. I was grinning from ear-to-ear.

Jonathan Roxmouth didn’t fail me. His voice was soft and angelic, and he truly embodied the Angel of Music. I got chills during The Mirror scene, as soon as he sang the words, “Insolent boy!” His Music of the Night was a spectacle, and his height difference with Meghan Picerno also helped. I don’t know why, but I really love it when the Phantom’s a great taller than Christine. Meghan only reached Jonathan’s chest, so their iconic “hug” scene during MoTN looked really good. He also glanced at me during All I Ask of You (Reprise) as he sang the words, “You will curse the day you did not do, all that the Phantom asked of you!” So that truly “made my night.”

Jonathan also scared the crap out of me during the Final Lair. He was truly menacing and just plain scary. I love scary Phantoms, and he definitely delivered! When he said the line, “You try my patience! Make your choice”, he put his face really close to Meghan, and I could definitely see him seethe angrily at her.

But he gained my sympathy in the last part when he started singing Masquerade to the music box. At that point, I was crying my eyes out already. I hope the people in my row didn’t judge me too harshly! No matter how many times I’ve seen POTO, I always cry during the Masquerade reprise.

On a side note, Jonathan’s really adorable in the curtain call. He made a Korean heart sign just after he bowed. Korean culture is really popular in the Philippines for some reason, and he earned a lot of laughs and claps from the audience when he did so.

Meghan Picerno, on the other hand, was the sweetest and sympathetic Christine ever. Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch since she’s the first Christine I saw live, and I’m a bit biased. Her crystal-clear vocals also didn’t fail. I’ve seen videos of her in Love Never Dies, and she was amazing there. Her Think of Me was just so pure, and her Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again made me teary eyed.

Meghan carried herself well. Not only was she a darling and innocent Christine, but she was also a fierce one too. During the Final Lair, when she said the words, “This haunted face holds no horror for me now, it’s in your soul that the true distortion lies”, her expression was not scared or anything. I just love that she could project a lot of emotions from Christine, and not only stick to one.

She also shared good chemistry with Jonathan Roxmouth, especially during The Point of No Return. The sexual tension between the Phantom and Christine was undeniable. The way they touched each other, even caressed each other in that scene was so, so, so good. It’s definitely one of the main highlights of the show for me.

And, of course, Matt Leisy was a darling Raoul. Just like his co-stars, his vocals were heavenly. His All I Ask of You is plain sweet. The way he hugged and twirled Christine at the end part of the song was also a major highlight for me. Also, he was very attentive to Christine, and he was protective of her - some important qualities that Raoul should have. In the Il Muto scene, when Christine started getting nervous that the Phantom was watching over her, I can’t help looking at Matt because he was so undeniably concerned and protective of her. And during Twisted Every Way, he was demanding, but at the same time, very considering.

Matt also worked well alongside Meghan. They balance well with each other. As a matter of fact, the three of them are great together. It’s obvious that they’re comfortable with each other onstage. The Final Lair was so thrilling, and it’s all thanks to them. I’m so happy that they get to be my first POTO Big 3.

Overall, the ensemble was great! I love them so much, and I’m extremely honored that I had them as my first ever POTO cast.

Also, bought two souvenirs from the gift shop! A really cute necklace (which costs 1,500 PHP/28.75 USD) and a tote bag (800 PHP/15.33 USD). I wanted to buy the charm bracelet, too, but I feel like I’m going to have more fun with the necklace, compared to it.

And there you have it! This was an extremely long post, but I want to immortalize my first POTO experience. I’m still in cloud nine, even though it has been almost three days now. It’s truly an experience I will never forget.

#phantom of the opera #poto manila #poto world tour #jonathan roxmouth #meghan picerno #matt leisy #phantom #christine daae #raoul vicomte de chagny #the theatre at solaire #andrew lloyd webber #musical #musical theatre #personal

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We're Now Married | Tom Holland x Reader (Part 1)

“You could still back out, you know,” Kenna, the eldest of your band, muttered. You nodded in acknowledgement at this. You knew this wasn’t one of your best decisions. The fact that you’re doing this alone and not with your band was a dangerous territory in itself. But you couldn’t pass up the chance to be in a world-wide show with an actor who is also known world-wide. “It’s not too late, (y/n).”

“I know, Kenna,” you grumbled. She was only looking out for you, you know that. That fact made it even harder for you to back out. You’re the youngest of the band, sure, but that doesn’t mean that you’re a kid. you’re already 20, for God’s sake!

“Don’t worry, Kenna,” your guitarist, Arabella, called out. Her brown hair was swaying back and forth as she walked towards the two of you. You couldn’t help but giggle a little when she almost bumped into one of the crew. She slid into her seat beside you and patted your head, grinning . “(Y/n)'s a wise girl and she can make decisions on her own.”

“I know that,” Kenna grumbled, pinching her nose. “I can’t help but worry.”

“All you do is worry,” Elyse slid into her seat, wrapping an arm around Kenna’s shoulder. You smiled at the two, loving how close the four of you had gotten in the past year. “Try and relax a little.”

“5 minutes till we start!” The producer called out, her voice ringing around the small cafe. It was small and cozy, and there were small plants hanging from the ceiling, giving the small cafe a green tint. This would have been a cafe you visited more often if you pursued college instead of stardom.

Rubbing your hands, you smiled at your members. They grinned back at you before bursting into a laugh.

“I can’t believe the youngest of Unisex is finally getting married!” Elise squealed, reaching over to pinch you cheek. This girl is hyper, you can’t help but chuckle at it.

All of you stopped laughing when a small rectangular box was given to you. It was pink with small hearts decorating it.

“What is it?” Kenna asked. “Is it a gift? Is there a ring inside?”

“It’s too early for that, Kenna,” you laughed. This was nerve-wracking and exciting at the same time. All you could hope was that your partner would be a nice man that you could get along well.

The producer was calling out some commands to the crew before he announced, “Settle! Action!”

“Okay, let’s open it,” Kenna said, clapping her hands. “In 3, 2, 1!”

“What’s in it?” You immediately asked, leaning on the table. Your stomach dropped when you saw that it was a phone and a small card. You didn’t know what you were expexting but it definitely wasn’t this.

Ara picked up the small card while you plucked the phone from the box, inspecting it a little. “To Mrs. (Y/n), your virtual marriage will be starting tomorrow!”

Elise and Kenna shrieked. You laugh at their antics. Sure, this was all acting and you can feel the cameras staring at you. But it was endearing when they can still act normal despite many eyes watching.

“I'm kind of guilty that I’m the one getting married first before you guys,” you admitted.

“You can give this to me, then,” Kenna said, grabbing the small box. The laughter didn’t die down and you could hear the small crew laughing along.

“I have a question,” raising her hand, Elise’s voice stopped the laughter. “What should we call him?”

Call him? They haven’t even met him and now they’re wondering what to call him?

“Brother-in-law!” Ara crowed.

“Brother-in-law?!” You repeated. That’s specific and awkward. “Why are you asking this anyway?”

“So that we know what to call him if we meet,” she answered, flipping her hair. “When we meet, I mean.”

“Anyway, let’s open the phone!” You set the phone at the center of the table so that everyone could see. When you opened the phone, there was only the messaging app in the middle of the screen.

“What do you wanna do? Do you want to text first?” Elise suggested, wriggling her eyebrows. You threw a napkin at her face, shaking your head lighty.

“She shouldn’t,” Kenna muttered to herself. You nodded. “Girls aren’t usually the ones who makes the first move.”

“But why isn’t he sending anything?” you moaned, arms stretching out on the table and laying down your head. The nervousness was getting to you and you want to get this over with. What’s more, you have to put up an act in which you’re excited to talk and meet with a total stranger.

“There isn’t anything to fret about,” Ara soothed, patting your head. She was the motherly kind of your group and she’s especially close to you. This is probably due to the fact that the both of you auditioned together for the studion. “They probably didn’t tell him anything so that’s why he hasn’t sent anything.”

You swiped around with the phone. You could feel the others’ stares around you and could hear someone chuckle in amusement. While they were talking and wondering about your partner, you debated on whether to pick up that phone and make the first move.

When you were little, your father told you that girls don’t take initiative when it comes to things like this. But right now, you wanted to say a small ‘Hello’ or send a wave but that would be too bold. Especially when this would be broad-casted worldwide and you wanted to look good for your father.

You jumped when a loud ‘Ping’ resounded and echoed around the room. “It’s here, it’s here, it’s here,” you muttered, standing up and rubbing your arms. All of you stared at Elise, waiting for her to read the text.

“What are you guys looking at?” she asked.

“Read it!”

“There is no text,” she laughed. You squint your eyes at her, sure that you just heard something. “I just wanted to make sure that the phone isn’t defective so I clicked around.”

All of you groaned. This was getting nowhere and the nerves are skyrocketing every second. What if your partner backed out? God, this was a waste of time that should've been spent practicing for your next album.

“Sorry, sorry, I’ll put it down now,” Ara apologized but not before laughing loudly every 5 seconds.

“But this person seems like he’s very careful,” Elise observed. Ths made everyone quiet down. You couldn’t help but glare playfully at her.

“Hey, don’t criticize my husband,” you said, slamming your fist down at the table. They stared at you wide-eyed and you fought the urge to break out a smile. This is all acting for the sake of the show.

“You guys haven’t even started yet,” Kenna argued. “You guys are starting tomorrow, you know. And we’re all sad right now because you’re getting married first.”

The playful atmosphere was back and all of you are now back to laughing and messing with each other. This js what you love about your group. No one takes anything personally because all of you are way past personally knowing each other. Everyone of you have memorized each other emotionally and mentally like the backs of your hands.

“Guys should be the one who makes the first move, you know,” you said. All this waiting was making you tired. And thirsty.

For about three minutes, the four ofyou were just goofing around. You can’t help but glance at the phone every now and again. You weren’t really an impatient type of kid but a guy shouldn’t make a woman wait, especially when he knows that a woman is waiting.

Another loud ‘Ping’ rang out and this time, you all held your breath as Kenna opened the phone. You could hear your heart beating loudly through your ears, or maybe that’s just the blood rushing. It was a little bit despicable, really, how you were waiting for a single text from a stranger.

“He just said ‘hello’,” Kenna announced. Wow. All of you were worrying and all you get was just one text. This reality show business is now getting funnier and funnier to you.

“What if you be straightforward?” Elise said, grabbing the phone. Now, they’re the one who’s texting him when you’re the wife. “‘Who are you?’”

“That’s a little bold, don’t you think?” you babbled. What if you were coming off too strong? God, this really isn’t helping with anything.

“Oh, he sent a pic!”

“This could be anyone!” you moaned. He was clever, you have to admit. Making the pic black and white and cropping out half of his face. Half of his face… you shook that thought out of your head. It couldn’t be. “What should I send?”

“I’ve got an idea,” Ara said. She was giving out instructions and poses for you, which you immediately followed. Now, this was familiar. Posing for pics wasn’t a problem for you and it was just a matter of time before you found the right angle and lighting. They had you transfer to another table and grab a random book out of the shelf that was at the corner. Their efforts in making you faceless was kind of witty and resourceful, you have to give them that.

“And… send!” Kenna announced. “Ugh, I’m so excited for tomorrow!”

“Oh, wait there’s another card,” you said, taking the card that was handed out to you from the cameraman. “Tomorrow is the day the both of you would meet. Prepare a small gift for your husband and enjoy a day together.

“I’m already a gift, aren’t I?” The members snickered at your suggestion. “Well, what do you suggest?”

“Let’s clean up now,” Kenna said. You groaned at her dismissal. A gift… it’s hard to think of one when you don’t know if the person would even like it.

“Is there any other girl like me?” You asked them.

“Well, no."

“That’s why!” You grinned. “I’m the best gift for him!”

Prologue

Part 1

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pressingtobinheath · 7 years

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Nikki and Sam masterpost (Samton)

Well it all started when Sam Kerr joined her best buddy Caitlin Foord at Sky Blue FC after the 2015 WWC. Despite popular belief Sam and Caity never dated. It’s fake news and alternative facts... anyway

Summer 2015

Sammy joins Sky Blue! and they seem to be hanging out a lot

A post shared by Sam Kerr (@samanthakerr20) on Aug 9, 2015 at 10:55am PDT

Sky Blue season ends and Sammy heads back to Australia

Australia Season 1 (US Fall 2015- US Winter 2016)

but then.. a wild Nikki appears in Australia to play for Sam’s home team Perth Glory

A post shared by Sam Kerr (@samanthakerr20) on Oct 12, 2015 at 11:35pm PDT

Posted on Billie (Sam’s dog) instagram: Nap time with @gutinikki7 ☺️

Sammy gets injured and Nikki post this insta wishing her luck on surgery

They continue posting pics post surgery (First selfie Sam post of just them, pay attention to the caption)

samanthakerr20 🎯

Nikki is still in Australia and going on adventures with Sam

Nikki goes on family vacay with Sam’s family

They come back from vacay and Sam continues to show her around, now featuring Dibernardo

This is the last post of Australia Season 1

samanthakerr20 😋 😠 (her caption for the post below

nikkiguti7🙋🏼😊 (nikki comments)

Sam nor Nikki bares each other goodbye on social media

Sky Blue 2016 - NWSL Season

Before Sam arrives in NJ she begins to do what she does best: Embarrassing and making fun of Nikki.

Nikki’s only strike back is correcting Sams terrible grammar. Grubka decides to do the same and Sam refers to Nikki as a peasant

April - Sammy finally comes back to SBFC (Still rehabbing from injury)

and influences Nikki’s way of eating

May comes and Rachel Breton begins to spill the tea via her insta go pro vids

They attend a baseball game (Confirms what we all expected) - May 30, 2016

WHAT’S THAT? That’s Sammy holding her girl as they walk into the stadium

Heres the Rachel Breton videos of tea being spilled 🍵🍵🍵🍵

A post shared by Rachel Breton (@rachiebret) on Jun 5, 2016 at 6:01pm PDT

A post shared by Rachel Breton (@rachiebret) on May 27, 2016 at 12:59pm PDT

Then things begin to add up as the season goes on...

Sam is wearing Nikki’s shirt from her high school* (Breton actually didn’t spill this tea, Nikki did it herself on insta)

They go and see the GOAT of Mens soccer aka Messi play even though Sam is a Real Madrid fan 🤢

June 25th, 2016 Sam can finally play again, gets subbed in and scores basically right away. She then full on SWERVES her teammate to run to Nikki who’s on the sidelines. Sam did an arrow podcast not that long ago where she talked about almost giving up due to her last injury, so her finally scoring and being healthy was a big deal. (gif credit to @uswntinmotion )

youtube

Resulting in the best SBFC picture that they use for everything.

Back to normal posting as they both post the same selfie

Sammy leaves for the Olympics in mid July

Kimmy post this picture of the housemates as Sammy leaves ( I cropped them because Nikki looks all teary-eyed)

Nikki post this shortly after wishing her the best of luck in Rio.

nikkiguti7 Good luck in the Olympics @samanthakerr20 👋🏼👋🏼!!! #riobaby

Sam randomly posts this picture at the end of July after a game (obvi missing Nikki, we find out this becomes a theme: Sleeping nikki pics)

samanthakerr20 Mood .

And then the Olympics begin and a wild Nikki appears in Brazil wearing Sam’s jersey and traveling with the Kerrs (the small fandom is shook) Unfortunately we never get a picture of them together at the Olympics.

nikkiguti7 What a game. What a stadium. What a group!!! 🇦🇺⚽️💪🏾 #aussie #aussie#nicegoalsammy #kanga #andnicewinusa

nikkiguti7 Had the most amazing time in Brazil!! Didn't get mugged, or get Zika! Met some great people, watched some great soccer, and got to be part of 50 Aussie fans in a stadium of 60,000 Brazil fans. Thanks for all the Aussies for being so great 😊 Now back to New Jersey to get back to work! We got some unfinished business 🇧🇷⚽️💪🏾🔹🔸 #greatjobmatildas#didntgetmybraids

(comment on post) samanthakerr20 🐨

The Matildas are eliminated and Sam post this on instagram

samanthakerr20Leaving Rio tonight to head back to Jersey. Thank you to my amazing support crew for always being there for me on this roller coaster journey! Back to Jersey to rejoin @skybluefc & push for play offs! #grateful 🇦🇺

They return back to Sky Blue Fc and back to normal frat dad/flop activities

such as: Boat life

Attending Red Bull games

and sleeping Nikki

Sam being a good gf

Sams birthday - Sep. 10th

nikkiguti7 Happy Birthday to my best friend @samanthakerr20! I hope that you have the best day and it's the best year yet!! Im so happy that you're in my life. You are one of a kind! 23 never looked so good🦄🤖🐶😍👌🏽👵🏽👵🏽👵🏽!! #idiothead

Sam posts a pic for national peanut day aka calling her girlfriend a peanut aka saying she’s cute.

Sky Blue has a last Cloud 9 event to celebrate the season and this cropped part of a team photo emerges. THE FANDOM IS SHOOK.

They don’t make it to the playoffs (I don’t want to talk about it) and Sam heads back to Australia early but they interact on twitter briefly

Everyones like “stay in seattle?” 🤔😏

and Mid october Nikki is headed to Australia gain

Australia - Perth Glory 2016-2017

(Screenshot credit to @stephcat )

Nikkis birthday in Australia. Sammy being cute.

samanthakerr20 HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! Spending her birthday having coffee with cats 🐱☕️ So happy to have you in AUS for another birthday 🎉👌🏽 @nikkiguti7

Australia continues

samanthakerr20 Uhh 😍

And so do the adventures

(Screenshots of instastory credit to @pughnation )

They puppy sit for some friends

(screenshot credit to @pughnation ) It’s a video of Sam showing the puppys, cricket and then ending on Nikki.

(following two screenshots from @agent-sarahwalker )

Christmas at the Kerrs feat. Nikki, Dibernardo and Mautz

Australia 2017

New Years Eve ( Vid of Nikki holding Sam from behind, it’s cute and worth the click)

They attend the Aussie open with Dibernardo on Jan 5

Club time

Twitter banter over own goal scoring

Dry waterfalls in Aus.

They both get suspended for the same match. Couples that get suspended together stay together?

Sammy gettin jealous

Back to Adventures

and the sleeping pics continue in australia

Perth Glory makes it to the grand final of the W league

However they sadly lose to Melbourne City and Nikki along with Mautz and Dibernardo are headed home while Sam prepares for Matildas camp

samanthakerr20 Sad to see my 3 American buddies head back home! Been a blast, See you all soon 🇦🇺🛫🇺🇸🛬

🤔

Feb. 24 Sam is away with the Matildas in Portugal and post this

samanthakerr20 Dreaming 💭💦

nikkiguti7 This is you: 😝

samanthakerr20 @nikkiguti7 this is you 🐸

nikkiguti7 No this is me: 👸🏼

And then she post this on her dogs instagram.

(Also note, Nikki wearing Sams shorts from AusWNT.)

Nikki’s fave part of Aus 2017

March 26th Sam bids Aus fairwell on insta and includes these pics on her insta ( i cropped the one)

NWSL 2017 - PRESENT

Sam’s back to being an ass on instastory

but she’s back and they’re living together again with Kelley, Taylor Lytle and Sarah Killion

being typical flops again

This tweet becomes important in a few posts.

First game of the season in Seattle which is Nikki’s hometown and also on Easter weekend.

Nikki takes over SBFC snapchat

Quality time with the parents

They stay in Seattle to celebrate Easter and hike

nikkiguti7 Happy Easter from the top of this mountain #hikers

They come back from Seattle and Sam gives Nikki a fresh pair of Nike’s taking care of her girl for the season

April 20th, 2017 they begin a family... okay not really but they brought Brooklyn home from the shelter to foster her

They go away for a game and rookie Kayla Mills blesses us with A++ content on her snapchat takeover. (Not sure since it’s early in the season if the rookie didn’t know, didn’t know that we all know or that nobody generally cared)

Best house at SBFC aka the Frat House

Sam leaves for Australia and misses the next game but wins a major award from the W- League,

When Sam gets back to Jersey, she post on her instastory a picture of a card and balloon waiting for her on her bed back at the frat house

Referencing this tweet becomes important

Because Nikki posted this picture while Sam was away

Anyway the inference is that they live in the same room at the frat house

Back to their family

I wonder who she sleeps with?

Sam and her bike helmet being a derp

Kelley is their constant third wheel

Happy family

Sam’s instastory of her little family sleeping

another one of Brooklyn on their bed

Recent FIFA - June

They go hiking in Utah

and take a helicopter tour of the grand canyon ( which im surpised sam did since she said she absolutely hates flying)

Current - Mid June

Back with Brooklyn after FIFA Break

Sam wearing Nikki’s Perth Glory shorts

Embarrassing Nikki asking her Curry or Lebron.. and Nikki chooses Curry while wearing a Lebron shirt that is clearly Sams

June 17, 2017

Portland vs. Sky Blue

After Sam’s 2nd goal

At the end of the game (Sheridan ships it) heres the vid of this

http://pressingtobinheath.tumblr.com/post/161953058178/scnnett-look-how-happy-she-is-oh-you-got-it credit to @scnnett

After the Portland game they stay in Oregon to celebrate Fathers Day with Nikki’s dad

Giving the people what they want at Volleyball Tuesdays

End of June/Beg of July 2017

Goal celebration hugs

Riding Bikes on 4th of July - Click for link

July 9th game, Sam scored a hattrick to win the game 3-2 in 12 minutes right at the end. Post game hugs and tweets

After game day snuggles with Brooklyn

http://padfootnprongs21.tumblr.com/post/162799775646/nikkis-my-spirit-animal vid posted by Sammy of Nikki and Brookyln

http://padfootnprongs21.tumblr.com/post/162942060821/i-am-still-nikki-nikki-is-still-me - another one

Game Day 7/15/17

After game Frat Dad activities

Boat days are back!

Featuring a not so impressed Nikki and Sam just living life

wait there’s the smile

and the abs

End of July 2017

Sleeping in Seattle

Nikki irish step dancing and Sam recording her calling her a “flog”

Tournament of Nations

- coffee in Seattle

Australia vs. USA - Nikki is there, we hear she’s in street clothes but her dad is wearing a Kerr jersey

Be your girls biggest fan

Sammy and the Matildas win the Tournament of Nations and Nikki can’t wait for Sam to get home

Sam’s flight gets delayed on the way back to Jersey and a Sky Blue Cloud 9 member tells me that Nikki rushed out of the Washington game saying she had to get Sam from the airport.

They’re back and go on a mini golf date ((August 2017)

and to the beach

https://scnnett.tumblr.com/post/164182577728/she-got-it-from-kelley - Sam scaring Nikki

http://pressingtobinheath.tumblr.com/post/164226533858 - Nikki cuddling Brooklyn with her legs on Sam

Sam gets nominated for Fifa Womens Play of the Year

Sam scores 4 goals in the Sky Blue FC vs. Reign game. Reclaiming her 1st place spot in the golden boot race, extending her record for NWSL All Time Scorer, becoming the first person to score a hattrick 2 times in one season, becoming the first to. score 4 goals in one in league history.

When the final whistle blows Nikki eats kisses Sam’s ear

http://pressingtobinheath.tumblr.com/post/164424572937/anyway-heres-the-clip-of-nikki-eating-kissing - Here’s the link

Here’s pic by pic ( credit to @uswnt-tobin )

Days after the game they visit DC because Sam’s mom is visiting

Mini gold with Sam’s mum

http://pressingtobinheath.tumblr.com/post/164679192478 - Sam attacking Nikki with a stuffed snake

Presents!

8/26 Nikki assist Sam’s goal against Boston

http://pressingtobinheath.tumblr.com/post/164760751973/dashonkelley-these-two - Sam messing with Nikki during her post game interview

Another sleeping pic

Brooklyn taking over the bed

(Nikki’s story)

Sams story

Coffee Dates

- http://pressingtobinheath.tumblr.com/post/164756403758/coffee-date

THE PICTURE THAT SHOOK US ALL 8/28

http://pressingtobinheath.tumblr.com/post/164839490870/im-brooklyn-getting-yelled-at-in-the-background - Sammy doesn’t really care about the flowers Nikki is painting

US Open with the Frat dads

Stud muffin!

Sam’s birthday!

http://dashonkelley.tumblr.com/post/165206770910/happy-birthday-sammy - Sammy’s surprise birthday party at McDonalds

Holding Nikki as they walk into Mcdonalds

Rachel Breton and Taylor Lytles live insta describing this as. “Their natural habitat” (playing cards)

Visiting Brooky girl at her new home

Picking up new foster dog (Nikki wearing #20 Australia shorts)

“Who’s gonna wash your pants? (Nikki to Sam) “You are cause you’re her girlfriend” - quote from Maddy Tiernan

Season ends... time for Australia 2017/2018

Missing cuddles

Counting down the days

*Reached video limit so I have to just put links

*Shoutout to @scnnett for offering help and trying to help me get the videos even though I failed

*Shoutout to. @voices-from-above for encouragement

*Shoutout to anyone whose post I used, I credited them and everything else I got myself

*They don’t have a ship name.. - send me suggestions

*If I’m missing content submit it or put it in an ask and I’ll look for it

*I’m thinking they’ve been together almost 2 years

*Sammy is 23 and Nikki is 26, they’ll be 24 and 27 in the fall

*GUTI stands for get used to it and was Nikki’s nickname in college because she used to tackle hard and say “get used to it”

*If I made a grammatical mistake, forgive me I’ve been doing this. for 2 hours and I’m over it. I’ll fix it eventually.

*Thank you and enjoy this wonderful ship

*We’ve been exposed. Evacuate. Nikki liked a tweet about this post.

#masterpost #nikki and sam masterpost #nikki stanton #sam kerr #sky blue fc #auswnt #nwsl #perth glory #w league #woso couples #UPDATED

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18silverwolf · 4 years

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Theo Raeken Imagines: Imagine 32: Part 2 to when you have been taken by Tracy into the woods

A/N: Hey Guys this imagine is going to be short

Three weeks after Tracy kidnapping you, you and Theo did some digging to try and figure out if your really a true Luna or if what Tracy had said the night that she had kidnapped me and took me to that abandoned chocolate factory.

However since Tracy failed to do what Deucalion wanted therefore he wasn't going to give up so easily. So Scott and Theo have been on the look out for Deucalion and his pack. Which means Scott has put a strategy in to ensure that one I am never left alone Two Deucalion doesn't have a chance to attack me Three wherever I go some one from the pack will go for example - Monday's I have soccer practice and I volunteered at the hospital, during soccer practice Liam, Scott and Stiles are watching me from the lacrosse feild Durning my volunteering Theo watching and following me - Tuesdays I have maths with Lydia so she's my designated baby sitter for that whole day. - Wednesdays I have English with Theo and Hayden which means babysitters for the whole day. -thursdays Malia and Stiles for history class -fridays scott and Kira who I have chemistry with.

Saturday and Sunday Theo and Scott both come and sleep over at mine. They also train me to protect myself during the day and sometimes Derek will come and help.

So I never get time to myself, and it's really starting to frustrate me. I needed time to myself.

And today is Saturday and honestly it's just another day of being babysat.

I'm not as useless as everyone thinks. I was sitting on my bed and the boys were down stairs I decided to get some air.

I grabbed my phone and earphones mad climbed out my window. I climbed up to the roof and closed my window. I placed my earphones in my ears and started to listen to "medicine" by Anth and Conor Maynard. And looked up to the stars when suddenly someone stuck their head out of my window.

When i realised that it was Theo i sighed and tapped his head which caused him to look up at me and started to climb up and sat down beside me. He heard me sigh "what's wrong?" He asked "if I be honest please don't get angry or annoyed ..." I said hesitantly.

He just nodded in response. "Having everyone care is really great and all but I hate having people following me around all day every day 24/7 but honestly I need my own space, I know that you and Scott have your hearts in the right place but a girl can only take so much of people looking over her shoulder every 2 seconds, it's annoying I get that you and Scott just want to make sure I'm safe but I need space Theo" I said all in one breath.

He looked over at the other side of the house and back at me " I get it, its just we don't want to lose you, I don't want to lose you either" he said as he grabbed my hand and looked me in the eyes. "Ok then we need to work something out because as much as I love everyone I really feel suffocated being watched all the time" I said as I leaned my head onto his shoulder only for him to kiss my head.

" We'll talk about this in the morning but can we go back inside cause it's late and we have school?" Theo mumbled into my hair.

I just nodded and we both started to climb down and go back into my window where Scott was sitting on my bed.

"Oh thank god you found her where the hell were you y/n?" He asked as he picked me up and pretty much Squeezed the air out of my lungs.

"Scott I can't breathe" I said he quickly let me down. " Where have U been?" He asked again "I was sitting on the roof I just needed some space" I replied.

He nodded "ok well I heard the rest of your conversation and I think that maybe weekends you can have to your self as long as you tell me or Theo where you are going if you go out, also at school Theo and I will be the only ones that will keep and eye on you, does this seem fair?" Scott asked.

I nodded they both said goodnight and left my bedroom. I decided to go to bed myself.

Later that night it her dreams:

I was walking in the woods of beacons hills reserve when I see a girl with silver hair with her back turned towards me.

I walked closer and closer towards this girl when I noticed her arm had a silver bracelet similar to mine. I taped her on the shoulder and she turned around.

I looked at the girl in shock as I realise that she is me...

With silver hair and bright purple eyes.

she was saying something but i couldn't hear her, she looked like she was trying to warn me, suddenly i was awakened by someone saying my name but it looked as if it was coming from the girls mouth until I realised whose voice it was Scott's.

I opened my eyes and woke up to see Scott who was shaking me awake. "What?" I groaned after I rolled over so my face was buried in my pillows. "get up sleepy head we have school" I groaned "Great" i mumbled as i rolled out of bed and started to get dressed, and get ready for school.

I started with my outfit which includes black jeans with rips in them and a white crop top with a red plaid shirt wrapped around your waist then you put your white Doc Martens on. You grabbed your wallet and shoved it into your school bag. Before you left your room you grabbed your sunnies. (pic below of outfit... I do not own the pictures).

Once you were down stairs, Scott and Stiles were sitting on the couch waiting for you to come down stairs the stood up and we walked out side towards Stiles car. We were 5 minutes away from the school when suddenly Stiles drove down a different street that leads to a different direction then what the school is in.

Scott and I looked at each other, "UM stiles your going the wrong way" I said he looked at Scott and I "Yea i know but it's not me, i cant turn the car off or anything" Scott and I looked at each other and we started to try and unlock the doors but nothing would work.

Suddenly we were in the middle of the woods like in my dreams and there stood the girl from my dreams. What is happening why is my dream coming true all of a sudden, as I got closer to the girl she turned and faced me just like in the dream it was me. I decided to do something that I didn't do in my dreams.

I reached out and touched the girl. Suddenly as my hand made contact with her hand I saw a blinding silver light. And the girl spoke up.

"I am you in the future what ever decisions you make now will impact your future but as the true and only luna left of the moon goddess you will be known as the silver luna or silver wolf, there is a darkness that's seeks your power protect the ones you love, the darkness is coming, you must learn to believe in yourself and protect yourself and understand and learn to use your powers and abilities, your the last hope for Beacon Hills" she said as the light and herself started to disappear.

Suddenly I awoke laying on a couch in Scott's house with the pack and Melissa, Sheriff Stilinski and Deacon .

I felt more powerful as I stood up and opened my eyes everyone in my room was wide eyed.

"Wow y/n your eyes and hair have changed colour." Theo said as he grabbed your hand. You stood up and walked to the mirror.

You could barely recognise the girl you were but maybe this is who you are all along. You saw your bright purple eyes and silver hair.

You turned and looked at Deacon who said "she's the true luna the silver luna the last line of the moon goddess Deucalion was right she is the prophecy"

You looked at everyone. Before explaining the dream of the girl that was you and about the darkness that was to come. And her warning of the fact that I was the last hope for Beacon hills.

THE END (A/N: HEY GUYS SO SORRY THIS HAS TAKEN A WHILE FOR ME TO UPDATE THINGS HAVE BEEN SO HETIC AS CHRISTMAS' IS COMING UP....

I WILL BE MAKING A PART THREE TO THIS IMAGINE. THANK YOU FOR READY I HOPE YOU ENJOY

SW OUT )

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newssplashy · 6 years

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Entertainment: Beauty is in the eye of these beholders

LOS ANGELES — Thousands of cat-eyed, contoured-cheeked, glitter-doused women — and more than a few painted men.

Nearly all the bathrooms at the convention center had been converted to gender-neutral. Staff throughout the floor wore T-shirts with a welcome list on the back that read:

“All races, all genders, all ages, all countries of origin, all sexual orientations, all religions” as well as “all glamazons, all natural beauties, all unicorns.”

Clad in crop tops, Janelle Tejan and Phoenix Alden, both 22 and models from Colorado, were jittery with excitement an hour into the first day.

“I held Laura Lee’s hand, she told me she loved my look,” gushed Tejan, of Colorado Springs, delighted that Lee, a makeup artist with nearly 5 million YouTube subscribers, had taken the time to speak briefly to her. Tejan stroked her ombre gray bobbed wig.

She beamed when asked about the silver stars around her eyes, affixed with tweezers and eyelash glue. “I want to be a successful YouTuber some day,” she said.

“I came for Drew Barrymore,” interjected Alden, of Denver, her eyes ringed in pink and orange, the only pop of color standing out against her black suspenders holding up her black miniskirt, a black fedora perched on her head. Alden, who is in the Air Force, had just taken a selfie with the actress on her way to the booth for Barrymore’s 6-year-old Flower Beauty brand. Tejan nodded in agreement: “My grandmother loves Drew Barrymore.”

As she participated in a meet-and-greet with fans, Barrymore said events like this were a particularly useful way to reach out to beauty shoppers. These consumers demand a personal touch — often literally, in the form of a hug or selfie. The question, she said, is: “How are you paying attention to me as a loud, confident individual?”

A record 23,300 of those loud, confident individuals attended Beautycon LA, an event that is equal parts competitive shopping scene, feel-good festival and marketing bonanza. Described as Sephora meets Coachella, Beautycon is not unlike a theme park, with hourslong lines, expensive food and the occasional chance to scream. Tickets range from $50 for a single-day pass to $1,000 for two days of skip-the-lines VIP treatment.

Beauty brands spend anywhere from $5,000 to more than $1 million on their Beautycon build-outs. From these temporary havens, companies test and sell products, hand out samples, gather email addresses and host appearances with digital influencers.

“Consumers are now discovering and experiencing brands in ways that were unimaginable just a few years ago,” said Gustavo Andriani, senior vice president and general manager at MAC North America, a division of Estée Lauder Cos. An ad in a magazine or a presence on social media is not enough, he added. “We need to physically be where they are.”

Both brands and attendees come with a #picsoritdidnthappen mentality. Shoppers are after social media bragging rights and companies see those same posts as a chance to spread their marketing dollars beyond the convention center’s walls. Dressed-up corporate photo bait filled the hall, including a dozen pink carpets, complete with flattering lighting and a Beautycon backdrop. Swings at Target, Aveda and Rimmel London and shirtless men almost everywhere — wielding lipstick-tipped power drills at MAC, covered in metallic body paint at Masque Bar — were the quick pic gimmicks du jour.

‘The Next Gen of QVC’

“You don’t need lipstick. Lipstick needs you,” one of Beautycon’s hallmark sayings, was stripped in pink block text across the wall behind a pink sofa in the pink-carpeted enclave of Moj Mahdara, chief executive officer of Beautycon. Clad in a black T-shirt and Nike Air Max 1/97 sneakers, Mahdara slipped into this relatively quiet space backstage, her 4-month-old son, Neev, leaning against her shoulder.

A 40-year-old, gay Persian-American, Mahdara was born in Lexington, Kentucky, and grew up in Erie, Pennsylvania. She moved to Orange County, California, in 1998, then to Los Angeles two years laterin search of a way into the music industry. Instead, she found a more viable path as a digital strategist, helping consumer and entertainment brands develop online campaigns with celebrities like Pharrell Williams and Gwen Stefani. She built and sold a digital agency, and worked with a number of large, consumer-facing brands, including HTC and Lacoste.

After briefly toying with the idea of getting an MBA, Mahdara decided instead to take that money and invest it in direct-to-consumer brands like Outdoor Voices and Harry’s razors. In 2013, as she was growing her new digital consulting agency, Mahdara’s lawyer told her about an upcoming gathering of beauty YouTubers, a group of digital personalities gathering in Los Angeles (IRL, as the kids would say). Although she says, “I’m not a beauty person” — she does not wear makeup — Mahdara was then looking to start her own digital influencer management company, on the hunt for what she said was “the next gen of QVC.”

Mahdara, who had given a somewhat rambling TEDx Talk that year titled “Everyone is a Media Company,” saw the potential to open the YouTuber meet-up to the fans. Six weeks later, she helped put together the first Beautycon to be open to the public, investing roughly $250,000 of her own money. Brands like NYX Professional Makeup and bareMinerals signed on and 6,000 people showed up to the free event, forming a line around a block in Hollywood. By the next year, Mahdara had bought out the majority of the shares of the event’s original organizer and became Beautycon’s CEO.

Mahdara envisioned a new experiential retail model. “There’s a lot of stuff for music and a lot of stuff for gaming and a lot of stuff for sports,” Mahdara said. “What became abundantly clear to me is that there was nothing for young women and people in general who were interested in beauty but not sure how they fit into that world.” Her goal was not just an offline experience but a marketplace, one that would translate into sales for participating beauty companies.

In 2014, Beautycon added New York to its lineup; by 2015, Dallas and London joined the list. (London is still in the mix; Dallas is not.) In 2016, the Los Angeles event was big enough to move into the convention center and last year it expanded from one day to two. This year has been a tipping point of sorts, starting with the two-day New York show warranting space in the sprawling Javits Center, and big brands like MAC and Target coming on board.

Traditional celebrities signed on, too, and their appearances on the main stage have drawn headlines and more publicity for Beautycon. The keynote by “Black-ish” actress Tracee Ellis Ross in Los Angeles last year about expanding the definition of beauty — “I’m inviting you to let your ‘you’ flag fly,” she said — became fodder for a later appearance on Conan O’Brien.

“Moj and her team recognize that beauty is about more than just slick advertising,” Debra Perelman, chief executive of Revlon, said in an email. They “realized early that in the digital age you can’t just talk to women, but instead need to build a deep, personal relationship with them.”

‘This is the Future of Beauty’

Beautycon is a festival, yes, but it’s also a data-gathering machine. Two hundred beacons sprinkled throughout the floor in Los Angeles allowed organizers to heat-map the crowds, showing where the largest groups of attendees were congregating. Beautycon held eight focus groups each day that weekend, talking to 320 consumers about their shopping habits and attitudes on health and wellness. Each wristband was equipped with radio-frequency identification (RFID) technology, allowing the organizers to monitor the path people took, how long they lingered, and if they visited a booth multiple times.

Coupled with registration information, Beautycon can paint a detailed picture of these shoppers. “We know what she wants, we know what she’s missing, we know what she needs,” said Richelieu Dennis, founder of SheaMoisture products, owner of Essence magazine and a Beautycon investor.

Beautycon’s connection to customers, paired with the combination of content and commerce, has helped Mahdara raise $20 million from investors. The most recent round of financing raised $6 million, led by the New Voices Fund, a $100 million fund that invests in businesses owned or managed by women of color and run by Dennis. “This is the future of beauty — this is the future of business,” he said of Beautycon.

In Los Angeles, about 60 percent of brands offered attendees a chance to shop on site, either at full price or a discount. Companies at Beautycon also keep close tabs on the e-commerce lift afterward, using special discount codes and tracking conversion rates from follow-up emails. The festival’s implied revenue per square foot, meaning both the dollars spent on site and the resulting online sales, was $4,288 last year, Mahdara said. (Apple, for comparison, saw sales per square foot upward of $5,100 last year in its average store, according to eMarketer.) At this point, Beautycon does not take a cut of on-site sales, but organizers say they may revisit that option in the future.

Beautycon is expanding, both in the brands it attracts (B-Well, its push toward health and wellness, drew the likes of Kind snacks, Quip toothbrushes and West Elm furniture) and its locations (international dates and cities, beyond London, are in the works).

Mahdara was tight-lipped on a new “experiential commerce” concept coming this fall, which she said was a “really exciting new format both digitally and experientially.”

The secrecy is tied, in no small part, to the new competition Beautycon now faces. Beauty retail behemoth Sephora, owned by LVMH, is starting its own festival in downtown Los Angeles this fall, dubbed Sephoria. Tickets range from $99 to $449; each level includes a bag of giveaways (Beautycon attendees needed to spend $199 for the “Hauler” package to receive such a thing). The overlap in participating brands is minimal. Sephora appears to be using its considerable clout in the industry to attract some of the most popular prestige names, ones that were not at Beautycon in Los Angeles, such as Pat McGrath Labs and Fenty Beauty by Rihanna (Fenty is produced by Kendo, another division of LVMH).

Mahdara says Beautycon had been in talks with Sephora for a year, presenting a similar idea, and that she was surprised at their decision to stage such an event themselves. “Our audience knows that beauty is not just about products,” Mahdara says. “They can throw a party as they wish.”

A Sephora spokeswoman described its relationship with Beautycon as “complementary” and said “the concept for Sephoria was developed internally long before we shared anything with potential partners.” Beautycon was part of the proposal process, she added, but Sephora “decided to go with a different partner.”

Instagram-Ready Experiences

Instead of singing for their supper, Beautycon-goers selfie for their samples. At the recent gathering, staffers in the CoverGirl booth scanned phone after phone to make sure attendees who waited in line to take a photo in front of its branded backdrop (with its new slogan, “I am what I makeup,” in neon lights) also followed the brand on Instagram before they would hand over a full-size mascara sample.

The exchange was surprising to watch, if only for how normal it appeared to be for both sides. This younger generation of shoppers knows that to get something, you have to give something.

An email address is the bare minimum. Amorepacific, a South Korean beauty conglomerate of 28 brands, wove attendees through a multistationed testing tour, with a representative explaining the benefits of products at each brand stop. At the end, shoppers received a tote bag with five single-use samples. Those who shared their emails were given an additional travel-size sample.

The goal of the booth, which cost “multiple hundreds of thousands of dollars,” according to Jessica Hanson, president of Amorepacific US, was to introduce its family of brands to more shoppers. To that end, perhaps more popular than the samples were the headbands Amorepacific gave away: white, flashing branded crowns, which attendees then wore, voluntarily and enthusiastically, throughout the convention hall as a kind of walking advertisement for the company.

On its maiden Beautycon voyage, Aveda, a division of Estée Lauder, lured attendees to its booth with a towering paper cherry tree next to a swing for photographs. The prop was a popular gathering spot over the weekend, providing ample backdrop for a logo and solving the eternal what-do-I-do-with-my-hands posing question.

As people waited in line, Aveda staffers chatted with them about the Cherry Almond collection, which the company introduced the week of Beautycon, handing out scent sticks and samples. The collection was designed to appeal to women with long hair — 73 percent of millennials have hair that is shoulder length or longer, the brand says — with promises of “touchably soft” tresses. It comes in bright-pink packaging and has a sweet scent.

Aveda also handed out coupons for 15 percent off a shopper’s first online order if placed by the end of the month and offered 20 percent off all purchases on site, a rarity for the brand. “We don’t discount very often at all,” said Cydney Strommen, director of marketing communications for Aveda-North America. Unlike the fashion world, which has been plagued by pricing pressure and rampant discounting, beauty brands very rarely go on sale.

Nearly three-quarters of Beautycon’s target audience — Gen Z-ers and younger millennials that Mahdara calls “pivotals” — say they are influenced more by “content creators” than traditional celebrities, according to Beautycon’s research. Many of the digital stars that were the original draw have catapulted into massive, and massively profitable, operations, some boasting major sponsorship packages with five-figure appearance deals.

“For regular people, you are like, ‘Who are these people?'” said Ukonwa Ojo, chief marketing officer for consumer beauty at Coty, which had booths for CoverGirl, Rimmel London and Sally Hansen at Beautycon in New York and Los Angeles this year. But beauty junkies “know them and they love them,” she said.

Coty sees Beautycon as a rare chance for consumers to experiment with its products. The three showcased at Beautycon are primarily sold in drugstores and big box chains without a testing option. “For a lot of people it’s the first time they ever been to a place where they could try all of our products before,” Ojo said.

These beauty-obsessed consumers are particularly valuable resources for companies, she added, as they are more open to fashion-forward looks and willing to experiment with new products that have yet to go to a wide market.

In Los Angeles, Rimmel London introduced 14 new shades of its Stay Matte Liquid Lip Colour, as well as the Wonder’Fully Real Mascara. “If they love it, you’ve won an advocate,” Ojo said. And winning an advocate, she added, means that shopper will share it with his or her followers, who may then want to try it themselves. Every one, after all, is an influencer.

‘I Feel So Amazing Here’

From his perch in a hall conference room, one floor up and overlooking the mazelike scene below, Beautycon’s executive vice president, Tripp Mahan, smiled. He considers himself the event’s “conductor,” with the stated goal of “curated chaos.”

“It has to be a very amped-up atmosphere,” he said.

How does one turn a light-filled, cement-floored, 347,000-square-foot hall into a party before noon? With a thumping DJ booth at the entrance and a series of choreographed mobs. Instead of escorting the talent to the booths quickly and discreetly in a golf cart, Mahan prefers to parade them through the show floor with security detail.

The resulting swarm leads to what Beautycon calls “fandomonium.” Kardashian West was a notable exception; the Beautycon team went to great lengths to remove people from the backstage area where she entered.

“If Meryl Streep walked up to you and me, we would just act cool and move on,” Mahan said. But the fan-influencer relationship is much more intimate and intense. “Stars are just obligated to do a selfie,” Mahan said.

Michael David Magaraci, a 20-year-old from Long Island who trekked to Beautycon by himself, walked into the hall and straight to the main stage, where he snagged a seat in the front row and waited for hours to see Kardashian West, who was promoting her KKW Beauty line.

“Growing up, I was always taught, ‘You don’t wear makeup, you’re a boy,'” he said. He was wearing no fewer than six of Kardashian West’s products on his face, including lip gloss and concealer, his thick brows groomed and filled in, and KKW’s blue eye shadow artfully swiped across his lids. “Beautycon is celebrating diversity, and through that diversity comes confidence,” he added. “I feel so amazing here.”

This article originally appeared in The New York Times.

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