"Thank you. Thank you." ✨

(I LOVE HIM. That's my baby. I just find this super cute! 😍 And as always, he looks fantastic! 💜 Hugs and kisses for you, Robert. 💋)

Headcanon: Why Will and Bella's relationship felt so fake

Will & Bella's relationship is a controversial one for a lot of reasons, and for a while I couldn't really put my finger on it, and I don't think many people can too. It lacks chemistry, for sure - but it often feels neglectful, dishonest, and harming to both parties. I was chatting over this with @devisrina when finally it hit me.

You see, as a gay man, I always found some reflection in Will's character. He was this quiet, loner boy, he liked spending time with the cool, interesting girls, and he never really bonded with any male character (he's friendly with Lewis, but I'd never imagine them hanging out). He definitely has a complex with strong female characters like Sophie and Rikki, where he quite literally adores them, and I think with Bella it was quite similar.

I think Bella started out as his fascination; she was a gorgeous, gorgeous girl, and she seemed mysterious in a way he HAD to find out. He never had a crush on her, it was more this unharmful obsession. He quickly tied her to his obsession with Mako, and she became just another pawn in his game. She was much more open or easy to get to than either Cleo or Rikki, so him choosing her was natural. As I said, he never liked her romantically.

Bella, on the other hand, had a sweet teen crush from the beginning. Of course, he's good looking, but what she liked the most was the fact he's not like other guys; he didn't care about her body or partying, he wasn't the archetypal teen boy, she even says it straight to his face. But she's confused, as Will never seems to recuperate her feelings for him. Sure, he gives her plenty of attention, but that attention leaves her confused as it's never clearly romantic. She keeps going back and forth between trying to get close to him, to accepting it's not gonna happen and he doesn't care about her that way. Poor baby girl.

Then came a turning point. Will finds out Bella's a mermaid. Suddenly, his interest in her specifically skyrocketed, and all he wanted was to spend time with her. You know how some gay men are obsessed with female musicians or whatever? They appear so iconic and cool to them, they want to be them? Or at least, constantly be around them. I think it was like that. Bella was already gorgeous and talented as fuck, with heaps of confidence he could only dream of, and now, she was also a fucking mythical being that can dive forever and explore the oceans gracefully. There's nothing closer to a dream coming true for Will. For Bella, it was a confusing time; as Will started to get closer, she took it as a chance to take things to the next level. Will too was confused - why does he feel all these feelings towards a girl?

You see, deep down, Will knows he's gay. He's been into men ever since he remembers himself. But he's in the tender age of doubting yourself, so when he starts caring so much about a girl, and getting this feeling of constantly wanting to be around her, he mistakes it for love. Will starts questioning whether he might be bisexual after all.

We get a clue about it in the show. Bella starts suspecting that Will only loves the mermaid in her, and not her, which is 100% the case, but Will was still in his denial stage, so they kept going after that. The Beach Party episode, was peak delulu for Will, because, being put on the spot, he had to admit out loud something he wasn't sure of himself, but was boiling inside him for months now. That led to the most inauthentic relationship ever put to screens where Bella thinks he finally loves her, and Will decides to give it a chance before realising it's not really what he wants.

I don't think they lasted much past the end of season 3. I feel bad for Bella for going through it, mostly for all the time she's been in the dark, thinking it was something wrong with her, or just truly being disappointed about how long it all took.

At the end of the day, Will comes out as gay and Bella moves on to date with a guy who really likes her for who she is, and has all those qualities she's looking for in a guy, now also including an attraction to women.

The end

P.s. i do think they were pretty good friends during the middle of the season when it was all blurry for both of them, and that connection was genuine but ever so often shrouded in weird romantic fog that was unclear to neither of them and kept this friendship from reaching its full potential. Will gave her the special attention she wanted, while Bella understood him and was great at listening and giving advice. That made them a good combo, just not romantically.

48 from touch prompt list and 75 from prompt list 5 🥺🥺🥺 im so proud of you love such an amazing achievement i love you

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Ship: Fem! Reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Some mentions of alcohol consumption & brief olden-time being married young talk.

Prompts: #48 - Dancing with each other & #75 Talking in an Elizabethan style to woo somebody

A/N: I listened to the ‘So Close’ song from the Enchanted soundtrack the entire time I was writing this so...put that on if you want!

A reminder I’m taking prompts for my 1k celebration until May 21st! :)

If Penelope Garcia loved two things in this world - Derek and science fiction aside - it was costumes and parties. So it made sense that for her birthday, she’d decreed she’d be throwing an Elizabethan-style ball. And that everybody had to dress up accordingly. Derek, always eager to put a smile on her face, had offered to throw it at one of his houses.

So it was there that you were headed, on this glorious Saturday night. In a not-so-glorious and infact, quite heavy, Elizabethan era gown. It was a good job you’d elected to take an Uber, because quite frankly the dress weighed a ton. It would have been impossible to drive in.

Good job they didn’t have cars back in the Elizabethan era.

Not that women would have been allowed to drive them anyway.

You’re only a little late when you arrive. Fashionably late, you’d go so far as to say.

“____!” Penelope greets with a squeal, rushing out to embrace you into a hug. You don’t even make it all the way through the door before she’s on you with a flurry.

If you thought your dress was a lot, you have to hand it to the birthday girl. She could never be upstaged. How her gown actually fit inside the house was a mystery, it was huge - puffy with a corset that cinched her in tightly at the waist. Her hair was coiffed into perfect curls. She looked stunning; like she’d stepped right out of a painting.

“You look amazing!” You tell her, squeezing her tightly.

“So do you! I’m so glad you took the theme seriously!”

“I take all themes seriously when it’s you threatening me about them.”

She laughs. “Well Derek did too. And Spencer, the others...” She frowns, “Well, I’d like to say they tried, but Rossi definitely didn’t. He did, however, pay for a gazebo and a live band so I’m willing to let it slide.”

You smile, allowing her to take you inside. She babbles some more on her way in about all the decorations, food, and how next time she’s going to make everybody send her pictures of their outfits beforehand.

She’s right about the gazebo though - it’s beautiful. It has elegant fairylights adorning it, illuminating the place in a candescent glow. The live band is an instrumental one - there’s even a fiddle.

Where the hell did Dave find a fiddle?

He’s rich.

That has to be the satisfactory answer for now. There are far more pressing matters at hand: like everybody’s costumes.

Horch is wearing some fancy suit, Emily has one that’s similar, Rossi clearly is just dressed in his normal attire. J.J appears to have picked one up from a fancy dress shop, but if anyone could make that look good, it’s her. Derek looks an absolute dream - clearly dressed by Penelope. It’s Spencer though, unsurprisingly, who has gone all out. He has a miniature version of one of those puffy collars on, his suit a gorgeous maroon colour. He even has white tights on, with the boots that matched. If there were prizes for best costume - which knowing Penelope, there might well be - she’d be up against some fierce competition.

“Spence!” You chime, opening your arms to greet him, “I love your costume!”

“I love yours too!” He beams, hugging you tightly, “The skirt of your dress is very fitting to the period.”

“Thank you!” You say, reluctantly letting go of him to greet everybody else in turn.

It’s hard to keep your eyes off him though, and everybody knows it. You and Spencer had been dancing around each other for months, the epitome of the will-they-won’t-they, and you can’t help but hope that tonight you might finally cross that threshold.

It’s Penelope’s birthday.

Who are you kidding? Penelope would be ecstatic to claim credit.

***

You’re giddy, not just with the glass of wine in your system. With happiness, the exuberant kind that comes from watching all your friends exist among one another. It doesn’t hurt that Spencer barely leaves your side the entire night. He’s a veritable treasure trove of Elizabethan era facts. You’ve learnt more than any history class could possibly teach you.

A slow song comes on, which is when you decide to seize your opportunity.

Now or never.

You bump your shoulder against his. When you have his attention, you nod towards the dance floor, “Come and dance with me.”

He furrows his brows, clearly weighing up his options in his head.

You affect an Elizabethan lilt, “Thou art going to leave me alone at the ball, fair Lord Reid?”

“I could hardly dream of it,” He says, imitating you, “Would thou care to dance with me?”

He offers out his hand. You take it, noting how he gets the barest blush on his cheeks.

“Thou had me practically petrified, I thought you may never ask,” You tease, accepting his hand, squeezing it once for reassurance.

He laughs, nose crinkling. He rests his hand on your hip hesitantly, only solidifying his grip when you rest yours on his bicep. His other comes to rest on the other side, just above where your dress puffs out. The song playing sounds vaguely familiar, although it’s harder to place with it being an instrumental version.

You lean into him, side-stepping in time with him. He’s not a dancer by nature, that much is clear, but he is surprisingly good at leading.

It’s easy to let him guide you around the dance floor. You stutter a bit, almost tripping. His grip on your hip tightens.

“Be careful fair maiden,” He reprimands teasingly, “Thou wouldn’t want to fall.”

“Thou wouldn’t want to be seen with a maiden who has made a royal fool of herself.”

He shakes his head, “I could hardly bare it.”

“I do not know how you can bare to be seen with me regardless. I’m practically a haggard spinster,” You say, with a dramatic sigh.

He twirls you around, voice slipping back into his normal tone, “Actually it was mainly women from wealthy families who would marry young, from age 12. With poorer or middle class families it was most common for women to be in their mid-twenties by the time they got married, the average age was about 24.”

“Still younger than me,” You retort, stepping in time with him. You’re pressed up against his chest now.

His breath fans over your cheek, from the way he’s bent, from the way you’re leaning in to him. His big hand spans over your back, holding you close to him as he steps to the right.

“Well,” He says, affecting the English accent, “Thou art a lady of the highest stature. A commoner could not possibly hope to marry one such as yourself.”

You giggle, “Oh fair Lord Reid. Whenst will I possibly find a husband?”

With surprising ease, he dips you, allowing you to fall gracefully into his arms. He’s study, supportive. Before you know it, you’re back on your feet.

“Thou might be looking in the wrong places.”

“Pray tell, wherest would one suggest a lady like me ought to look?”

“Perhaps closer to ones home,” He says, English accent - if you could call it that - slipping a little, favouring sincerity.

“How much closer?”

His hands return to your waist, and yours to his chest. There’s only an inch between your bodies. He looks down at you with sincerity brimming in his eyes, “Perhaps a little closer.”

Your hand trails up to his chin. It dips at the mere weight of your thumb resting on it, “Gallant Lord Reid, perhaps this close?”

“Perhaps,” He swallows, voice morphing into the accent again, as if he’s afraid to be vulnerable, “Thou art a maiden, thou art to be courted before marriage.”

“And where would one court a fair maiden like me?”

“Where would the fair maiden like to go?”

“Wherever, as long as you’re the one taking her.”

He swallows. His eyes scan your face, watching how you deliberately look to his plump lips. He hesitates for only a moment longer, before leaning in and planting the most delicate kiss upon them.

If it wasn’t for the elated drunken giggles of everyone else around you, you’d have been lost in the bubble of a moment forever. It’s okay though, because at your wedding, Penelope is sure to tell the tale of the Elizabethan ball where you - the fair maiden - finally got together with your perfect Lord. You have to admit, it’s a good one.

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sugar sugar - the wedding

Summary: It's Becky and Henry's wedding day 🥰

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x Becky Kim (asian OFC)

Warnings: Daddy kink, anal play, sex, mention of squirting, overstimulation (just what they usually do lol)

Wordcount: 2.4k

Masterlist // Sugar Sugar Masterlist // Sugar Sugar the wedding Masterlist // Previous chapter //

Today is the day. Henry is gonna marry the love of his life. When he kissed her for a short goodbye this morning, he was dragged away by Gino and Peter, who were gonna help him get ready.

Since Becky couldn’t decide who she wanted to be her maid of honor, both of her friends stepped up to the task, which caused Gino and Peter to share the duties of best men as well. He is standing at the end of the aisle, waiting for her to enter. He exchanges a look with Sehun, with whom he became good friends. He loves seeing Becky and her dad reconnect and she actually calls him a lot, even for tasks Henry himself can fix.

For example helping her with building a cabinet or something else she bought from Ikea. Normally she’d turn to Henry, but now she is quick to ask her dad for help and orders Henry , in case her dad asks, to pretend he is too busy with work to help her out.

The two of them are actively working on their bond and it warms his heart to see Becky hug her dad tightly, have their own little inside jokes and simply have the father-daughter relationship she always wanted.

The music changes and Henry looks up from Sehun, only to see Becky in her wedding dress. To describe her as breathtakingly perfect is not even enough. Her long black locks are slightly curled at the bottom of the strands, the dress hugs her in all the right places and the soft smile toying on her lips is enough to make him feel all sorts of things.

To make sure Genevieve wouldn’t nag his head off, he promised her that he would be slightly emotional when Becky would walk down the aisle, however now that she actually is walking towards him, the tears burn in his eyes. He feels the hot tear rolling over his cheek and he is quick to wipe it away.

She holds out her hand and he is quick to take it, helping her up the tiny stairs. ‘Wow,’ he says, ‘you’re gorgeous.’

‘Thank you,’ she says. ‘You look so handsome.’ She places her hand on his chest and smiles. ‘I love you,’ she mouths towards him.

‘I love you too.’

The two of them (and Genevieve) decided that the speech shouldn’t be too long, mostly because Becky said that she hates long speeches that seemed to never end. Henry barely listens anyway, because he is too enthralled, looking at his soon to be wife.

He sure is lucky.

When it’s time for the vows, Becky folds open her paper. She clears her throat a few times, looking up at him.

Oh, look at that, she’s nervous. Henry nods, a simple gesture to encourage her.

‘Growing up,’ she then says, ‘I missed out on a lot and though the dreams of meeting someone, get married and start a life together were what kept me going at the time, deep down I kinda knew it would never happen to me. No love, no care, no someone who would unconditionally show me what affection exactly entailed. Never in a million years did I think I would meet a guy like you.’

Henry squeezes in her hand as he notices the tears burning in her eyes.

‘You’re everything I ever wished for and even more than that. Henry, I know I tell you this a lot, but… Thank you for barging into my life, for completely changing it, for helping me to become a better version of myself, for believing in me and for always loving me. I don’t think I could say that I would be where I am now if it weren’t for you. I love you.’

He brings her hand to his lips, pressing a kiss on it, before grabbing his own piece of paper. Shit, he shouldn’t cry, but seeing the things he wants to say to her, is making him slightly teary. ‘Sweet Becky,’ he says, ‘believe it or not, but I accepted the fact that I would die a single man, however you changed my life for the better. I think it started with that sweet smile of yours, when I realized I never ever wanted to live another day without you. The fact it took so long before the two of us finally got together, is all my fault and I totally take the blame for that one.’

She chuckles.

‘I love you, Becky and I promise you I will take good care of you, love you forever and ever and try to be the best husband I can be for you, though you deserve so much better.’

They slide on the rings and when he finally hears the words: ‘You may kiss the bride,’ he doesn’t waste a second before pressing a loving kiss on her lips. Their first kiss as husband and wife.

‘I love you,’ he whispers against her lips. ‘I love you so much, Becky.’

‘I love you too, Henry,’ she says. ‘And I’ll forever do that.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Genevieve wouldn’t be Genevieve if she wouldn’t speech at the wedding reception. ‘Okay,’ she says, ‘if I can have your attention, please.’

The seventy guests they invited are all quiet and Genevieve gracefully thanks them.

‘I have known Becky for quite a few years now and let’s just say that she was hitting rock bottom at a very tender age.’

‘Gen,’ Becky says, frowning and pouting a little.

‘I promise you, it’ll be a lovely speech.’ Genevieve clears her throat and says: ‘She was always happy, but there was always this certain… How do I say this? Emptiness to it. Like her life didn’t have the right seasoning. But then this lady met Henry and lemme tell you: I was very jealous at first. Greg, honey, no offense, but damn, I was this close of leaving you.’

‘You and me both, baby,’ Greg chuckles.

‘The thing between these two, was that there was this spark, something they had yet to discover themselves. I mean, the two of them spend Christmas and the universe what other festive days together and didn’t confess their undying love for one another. How oblivious do you want it?’

Becky places her hand on Henry’s and with his thumb of his other hand, he caresses her wedding ring.

‘So, when these two finally admitted their love for each other, they are just disgusting as you can imagine. I hate it, but love it at the same time. You know, our sweet Becky deserves the world and Henry is the only one that comes even remotely close to what she deserves.’

‘Aw, that’s so sweet,’ Becky says.

‘Mister Sehun, kind sir, please cover your ears, because I’m gonna say something about your daughter you might not like.’

‘Gen, I swear to—’ Becky starts, while Sehun covers his ears and that’s when Genevieve says: ‘These two fuck like bunnies and honestly no one can tip to their sex life. I can know, I caught them once, but that’s all I’m gonna say about the matter.’

Becky looks over to Henry, who can’t hide his smirk, because it’s kinda funny. He presses a kiss on her temple and Genevieve gestures to Sehun to uncover his ears, as the rest of the crowd starts to laugh.

‘In conclusion, these two are everything every couple wants to be, but never will be. I’m so forever grateful that Becky found herself a good man and Henry should know that this woman is a once in a life opportunity. No matter how intense and intimidating he looks, I’ll make sure Greg will try and kick your delicious looking ass.’

Becky shakes her head, as she starts to laugh. ‘I appreciate it, Gen. Thank you.’

The afternoon turns into the night and after multiple dances, the married couple stands near the side, admiring the guests dance around. After it turned out that Sehun was a wonderful dancer, Gen and Viola pried him away from Becky to dance with him as well.

Henry wraps his arms around Becky’s waist, pressing a kiss on her temple as he gently sways her on the rhythm of the music. ‘Daddy can’t wait for all those people to go,’ Henry whispers in her ear.

‘And why is that?’ she asks, placing her hands on his.

‘Because I need to show you how much I love you, especially since you’re my wife now.’

‘Your wife,’ she says in a content tone. ‘Sounds amazing, you know?’

‘I can easily get used to it,’ he says. ‘Mrs. Cavill.’

✤ ✤ ✤

The door of their hotel suite has only shut for a second, when Henry says: ‘As gorgeous as you look in your wedding dress, I need you to take it off.’

Becky bats her eyes, as if she doesn’t understand why. ‘Why?’

‘Because you are my wife now and I need you.’ He takes off his tie and throws it to the corner of the room. ‘Fuck, baby, I need you so bad.’

‘Then you need to help me out of this thing, because I can’t reach the back.’

‘My pleasure.’ He unzips the dress and he presses a kiss on her bare shoulder. ‘I love you, baby girl.’

‘I love you too,’ she whispers. ‘I really do.’

Oh, does he love that tone. He turns her around as the dress slides down her body. ‘You’re not wearing a bra, baby girl?’

‘It has cups in it,’ she explains, as Henry explores her body with his hands. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Becky chuckles. ‘Honey, you’ve seen me naked before.’

‘I indeed do,’ he says, ‘but I haven’t seen you naked as my wife yet.’

‘Is it different?’

He nods. ‘In such a good way. I’m so in love with you and your beautiful body. Fuck,’ he mumbles, wrapping his fingers around the waistband of her underwear and pulls it down. ‘We’re married now, baby girl.’

‘I know,’ she chuckles. ‘Daddy, please make love to me.’

‘Make love?’ he asks with a chuckle. ‘I don’t know about that.’

She bites her bottom lip, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. ‘Well, let’s get you out of that suit first, okay?’

✤ ✤ ✤

Henry cannot help but completely worship Becky’s body, even as she shivers next to him on the bed. His chest is covered in her juices, as she squirted all over him as she was riding him. As she is on her stomach, her legs a little shaky and a thin layer of sweat on her back, he opens the bedside table. ‘I brought something, sweetheart.’

‘What is it?’ he hears her ask, while he pulls her up by her hips. She rests on her knees and knows exactly how to arch her back.

Shit, and this woman is his wife now.

‘It’s your favorite,’ he whispers, spreading her ass cheeks apart, brushing the cold tip over her puckered hole. She moans out loud as he slowly pushes it in. ‘Fuck, you take it so well.’ He smacks her bottom and not wasting anymore time, he thrusts his painfully hard member deep inside of her. Her hands clench into fists, as she holds on tightly on the sheets.

‘Daddy, you feel so good,’ he hears her whine. The room is filled with her moans, the nearly obscene sounds of her wet pussy and the slapping of skin against skin.

‘You feel good too, baby girl. Fuck, you’re my wife now.’ He holds tightly onto her waist, before he pulls out and turns her over. He pushes some of her hair out of her face. ‘Mrs. Cavill,’ he says, placing his hand on her cheek.

She chuckles. ‘That’s me.’

‘You’re so beautiful.’ He spreads her legs and pushes himself back into her sensitive hole. Her velvet walls wrap around his hard member and he gives her a kiss.

The night seems endless, but definitely not in a bad way. He watches her fall apart over and over again and she takes shaky breaths, hoping to regulate a bit, as she shudders underneath him.

‘How many times have you cum, baby?’ he asks, stilling his movements, to press a kiss on her cheek. ‘Tell daddy.’

‘F- Fo- Four times.’

‘Want to make that five times,’ he starts, ‘before I fill you up?’

She lets out a dragged moan, pushing her nails in his arms. ‘Please, daddy,’ she begs.

Becky is on the verge of crying as he slowly builds up the speeds of his thrusts. He watches tears running over her cheeks, but he recognizes it. He knows she’s not in discomfort, merely being so sensitive and overstimulated. As long as she doesn’t safe word or he deems it necessary to stop, he will continue.

‘You’re doing so good for me, baby girl,’ he whispers, kissing the tears away. ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too,’ she whimpers. ‘You’re amazing.’ He pounds deep inside of her and her moans are becoming louder and more desperate. ‘I can’t anymore, daddy.’

‘Tell me the word and I’ll stop.’

She doesn’t. ‘I’m tired.’

‘That’s not the word.’

Becky wraps her arms around him and gives him a kiss. ‘Are you close, daddy?’

‘I am,’ he whispers. ‘Where do you want it? Still inside, darling?’

She nods, while her walls clench around him and that’s when he spills his seed. He buries his face in her neck, his lips salty as he kisses her sweaty skin, whilst riding out his high. He has stilled his movements and asks if she’s okay.

‘Just catching my breath,’ Becky chuckles, clinging against him.

‘Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth, sweetheart.’ She laughs and he gives her a kiss. ‘You did well. Daddy’s proud of you.’

✤ ✤ ✤

Genevieve: I think you two forgot I have the room below you in the hotel

Genevieve: Goodness me, how long were you at it?

Viola: Two hours and forty seven minutes

Viola: Yes, I timed, because I had a room above you and even I could hear it

Genevieve: Since we were in on the fun, you should at least give us the details

Becky: No

Genevieve: You’re no fun

Viola: I think this was just a preview of what they are gonna do on their honeymoon

Genevieve: Oh right, the honeymoon on the sex island

Becky: You guys…

Viola: The NAKED honeymoon on the sex island

✤ ✤ ✤

Becky’s wedding dress

An Unlikely Opportunity

Deidara spun boredly in his office chair, tapping at the desk while waiting for someone to walk through the door. He loved the job, minimal work and he got to yell at people, but he hated the waiting. Today especially was horrible, he had nothing to do.

His phone had died many hours ago, and his manager would scream at him if he doodled in his notepad again. Deidara didn't mind a bit of attitude, but god Sasori was annoying. Yap, yap, yap. All day long.

The day was almost over, but it took forever to pass. Deidara was losing patience.

"Hey, brat. The boss wants to see you."

"What? Why?"

Sasori walked behind him, shoving the chair. Deidara turned and glared at Sasori, who retaliated by poking out his tongue.

"Don't know, don't care. Now move. I have to take over for you, because you're just that important."

Deidara stood from the chair, yelping when Sasori shoved him out of the way. He huffed, and limped to the doorway, into the hall of elevators.

The hallway was oddly empty for the busy company, but it was perfect for Deidara. Especially since his ankle was twisted. No one would see him fall, but in the same breath no one could help him up.

He was grateful for the perfect condition the building was in, the elevators always worked, and had yet to fail on anyone. The boss was wealthy, and could retire at the age of thirty-two, but for some reason he didn't. Deidara would jump at the idea of not needing to work.

While the elevator took him up, Deidara started to think. Why did the boss want to see him anyway? He hadn't done anything out of line, and he certainly wasn't worth of a promotion. He started a month ago, and was just a secretary.

He definitely wasn't going to ask him out, Deidara was fresh out of highschool. Dirty clothes and worn out shoes, not even his glasses were in good condition. His uniform was a rental, and the fanciest thing he had ever worn.

Maybe he was going to kill him. There were rumours that the big man in charge was convicted of murder, and that he looked almost exactly like the city's most famous criminal. Deidara couldn't say for himself though, he had never seen his boss. He didn't even know his name.

The elevator sang its little song, and Deidara hobbled out, looking around for directions. The top floor felt larger than the rest of the building, it had less furniture and more open space. It was very rarely used outside of the boss calling meetings, or calling people into his office for mostly unknown reasons. From what Deidara heard, most don't come back out.

That thought alone sent shivers down Deidara's spine. He didn't want to join the few unfortunate enough to come to that fate, whatever it may be.

A gorgeous dark wood door came into view, decorated gracefully with silver. A symbol similar to an Uchiwa fan was centred on the door. This man, whoever he was, had an appreciation for art it seemed. Although it wasn't Deidara's favoured medium.

He went to knock, his body freezing when the door opened by itself. He hesitated before pushing the door open carefully, adjusting his glasses while stepping inside. Acting like his injury wasn't there.

The room itself made his jaw drop. Bookshelves and exotic plants, gorgeous paintings on the left and photo frames of some of the most famous Uchiha men to have lived. A gorgeous rug laid flat under the large desk, it's quality and expense could be seen a mile away.

A large, comfortable lounge was pushed to the wall on the left under the canvases, and the wall behind the desk was a full window, showing off the whole city. If he squinted, Deidara was sure he could see his mother and step-fathers house, or even his apartment complex.

Multiple files and papers were stacked on the desk in pristine organisation, a golden name plate sat in front, "Uchiha Obito" carved so delicately in the metal. Deidara's eyes darted around, trying to take it all in as fast as he could. He had never seen such an expensive room in his life.

The door clicked shut behind him, causing him to jump and turn. There was no one there, but he felt a presence creeping against his neck. Deidara shook his head and turned, almost screaming seeing a tall, broad man in front of him.

He was larger than Deidara by a landslide, his features were defined and sharp, and he was dressed in a finely pressed black suit. Looking closer at his gloves, Deidara saw what he thought was dried blood. The glint of a knife hidden in his sleeve made Deidara's breath hitch.

"Sit."

Deidara fumbled for a chair, not even knowing it was there. He sat, sinking into the cushioned wood the best he could. The deep, raspy voice ringing in his ears. The tone was dark, perfectly matching the man's stature. Deidara looked up fearfully, eyes widening when they locked with a single eye.

The man walked around his desk and sat, elbows on the fine wood and fingers interlocked a mere three inches from his mouth. Deidara stared at the deep, swirl like carvings in the tan, slightly grey skin, bringing attention to the sharp, almost emotionless eye glaring into his soul. The iris was a pure black, deep as the darkest night, with a deep blood red tint glacing over it when the light shifted. The other eye was covered by an eyepatch, most likely due to the same incident.

"You are Deidara, yes? The new secretary Sasori is managing..."

Deidara nodded, too entrapped by fear to speak. He shivered feeling the eye study him closer, he didn't dare look away. Although they were all rumours, Deidara truly believed that this man would kill him instantly if he even blinked.

"My name is Obito... we had not met properly, I realised."

Obito slid a small notepad over to him, flipping through it before holding it out to Deidara, who hesitated before looking. The notepad was filled with Deidara's small scribbles. Deidara paled, Sasori must have reported him for slacking on the job.

"These are yours, correct?"

Deidara nodded, biting his tongue. Obito took the notepad back and looked through it one more time. If Deidara knew no better, he'd have thought he saw a hint of a smile on the stoic man's face.

"You are quite talented. Whatever are you doing in a boring office job, you could do so much with this..."

Deidara relaxed just a little, his confusion taking over his fear. Is this what he was called in for? To talk about his shitty doodles? That didn't make sense at all.

"I... I don't understand, hm... wh-why was I called in here?"

Obito chuckled softly at Deidara, his eye softening as he handed Deidara the notepad.

"I was curious... you have much potential. I simply don't see why you would waste your time here."

Deidara looked down at his feet, his face burning red with embarrassment. He didn't get compliments often, especially about his art.

"I-I don't know... it's easy, a-and pays bills. No one really likes what I do anyway, hm. I can't afford university..."

Obito nodded in understanding, pausing before he spoke again, thinking hard before making his decision.

"How would you like to design posters and advertisements for the company? I'll pay you extra, and I can even get Sasori off your tail for a while."

Deidara's head shot up, almost losing his glasses with the speed. Obito smiled amused, he already knew the answer.

"You will work in the office beside mine, I will supply you with everything you need. I expect frequent updates on your progress. Is that alright with you, Deidara?"

Deidara was at a loss for words, but his smile said it all. Obito was shocked when he jumped up, and tensed up when small arms wrapped around him tightly.

"Yes! Thank you Obito-San, hm!"

Obito let out a weak laugh, patting Deidara's back before pushing him off. Deidara beamed with excitement, even when he lost his balance due to his ankle.

"Glad to have you aboard, Deidara."

Big thanks to @peekintoeternity for inspiring me to actually finish this project, if it weren't for them I'd have scrapped it

Leon missing baseball, and Taka offers to play with him.

Hey anon!

Ahhhh that's a nice one! Yeah, I like this. Lets get some fluff in! Kudos to @pitsvictorysong for their backstory for this (although not really mentioned here and my HC has slight twists to it that I'll reveal fully in a BA chapter) you can read their version of what happened with his teammates on their account.

Hope this is what you're after!!

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• Leon hates baseball.

• He does. Really. He's always saying how he hated being forced into playing all his life, how he hated his team mates, how he hated his shaved head...

• But reality is that he DOESN'T hate baseball. He just hated what happened to him in school and that twisted his view on the sport.

• But now he's away from those assholes and surrounded by people that accept him in whatever way he decides to be...

• He kinda misses it.

• It's his Ultimate talent after all. He's bound to miss what he's best at eventually.

• And it starts to get him down - he's not really enjoying his other hobbies. Music in particular.

• Most people think he's just having one of his famous mood swings (oh man does he have those).

• But Taka can tell something is properly wrong.

• So one day, when everyone is suggesting they have a group hangout that evening, Taka says he isn't feeling too well.

• Knowing Leon will insist on staying with him. Which is perfect.

• So as soon as they're behind closed doors, Taka drops the pretence and asks Leon what's up.

• Not wanting to make a big deal, Leon of course plays it off as tiredness but Taka is having none of it.

• 'I'm here to listen, not judge. And you can tell me anything. You know that, right?'

• With a heavy sigh and a flop into Taka's arms, Leon finally confesses that he misses baseball.

• 'It's fucking stupid...'

• 'Of course it isn't.'

• 'Yeah it is. No one will want me to join their team. They'll worry I'll hog the limelight and they'll treat me like they did in school.'

• Taka knows what happened to Leon in middle school. Knows how he was treated and what that did to his self-esteem. And he honestly never thought Leon would ever feel this way about baseball again.

• So to hear him want to play again...

• 'Cone with me.'

• He doesn't wait for an answer - instead grabs Leon's wrist and drags him down to the gym.

• Taka has a good relationship with all teachers so it isn't at all a surprise to the gym teacher when he asks if he can borrow a baseball bat and ball.

• Leon, on the other hand, is in stunned silence - allowing Taka to drag him outside onto the sports field without complaining.

• It's pouring down with rain, they haven't got coats on. But that doesn't matter to Taka so he turns around, thrusts the ball into Leon's hand and says:

• 'Pitch for me.'

• 'But its pissing down...'

• 'Pitch. For. Me.'

• Without waiting for an answer, Taka flings the bat over his shoulder (the way he's seen Leon do during sports classes) and strides over to an empty opposite Leon - taking the stance he was taught and waiting for Leon to throw him the ball.

• With a heavy sigh, Leon halfheartedly throws a pitch. Which Taka doesn't even bother trying to hit.

• 'At least try!'

• 'Taka, you'll never manage to hit it!'

• 'Yes I will! Throw it properly!'

• 'Babe, c'mon...'

• 'I can do it! Watch me! Now THROW IT!'

• The look of determination on Taka's face is adorable and it sparks a reaction in Leon's brain that he hasn't seen for ages.

• And suddenly, the Ultimate Baseball Star has arrived - body twisted gracefully as he winds up and launches a full powered pitch towards his boyfriend.

• Taka doesn't flinch (he's seen Leon's pitches before, although mostly when he's out to frighten Togami), and makes a swing...

• And misses. Of course. BUT he's not deterred.

• 'Again!'

• He misses every single one. He does come close a couple of times but he suspects that's because Leon really wants him to hit one of his pitches.

• Which is lovely. But not the point.

• The point is the huge smile that's on Leon's face, the twinkle in his eyes as he contemplates which pitch to try next, the flush of delight (or maybe the cold) on his cheeks.

• 'Shall I pitch now?'

• 'Hell yeah!'

• Taka is expecting Leon to take it easy with his batting. Partially because he's having so much fun, but also because he's suspects that Leon won't want him running for ages trying to find the ball.

• But no. Leon hits with all his might. And the ball goes flying into the air - Taka's neck craning to watch it go as his stomach drops.

• 'YEAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!'

• Taka turns to see Leon happier than he's looked in forever - jogging around an invisible baseball court before powersliding into the mud.

• 'HOOOOOOOME RUUUUUUUUUN! KUWATA SCORES THE WINNING POINT AND THE CROWD GOES WILD!'

• Taka can't help but laugh at the reaction, too caught up to notice that Leon's running over to scoop him into his arms bridal style.

• 'AND THE MAN OF THE HOUR SWEEPS THE GORGEOUS PITCHER OFF HIS FEET! WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN?! WAIT - COULD IT BE?!'

• And Taka experiences his first kiss in the rain. And he freaking LOVES it.

• After pulling away breathless, Leon smiles sweetly and nuzzles Taka's nose.

• 'Thank you for this.'

• 'Anything for you.'

• (Bonus scene - both boys have got killer colds the next day and spend the weekend cuddling under blankets, sneezing and spluttering but regretting absolutely nothing.)

With A Bow Tie s.jn

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I am so sorry about this but this is a female/non-binary reader insert, I can't think of a way to make this work for a male reader, it's too self indulgent. I'm so sorry, really. You can still read it of course, but there are some details that might be a wee bit off.

taglist because i think my friends will like this: @danishmiilk @lebrookestore @leejunini @allegxdly @hannie-dul-set @alicanta77 @multifandomcoffeebean @batshitcrazyauthor @bluejaem @mingiswow and if I forgot you please send me an angry message lol

You've never understood how a bow tie works. Any male figures in your life used full-on ties or the little clip-on bow ties that you don't actually have to, well, tie. Then you started dating Johnny Suh and discovered that bow ties were relatively common, most of his (humongous) friend group used them more often than a long tie. 

The morning of his friend Taeyong's wedding, the two of you are getting ready in your shared hotel room, him in his suit and you in your best clothes. Johnny looks absolutely stunning and you find yourself wondering how he would look if you were to walk down the aisle towards him. You nearly melt from the image; even in your head, he has the prettiest smile. You snap out of your thoughts when he asks you to help decide which of the two ties he brought looks best. You raise your eyebrow in amusement.

"You brought two ties to the hotel?"

He goes to run a hand through his hair before remembering the gel in it and freezing his hand mid-air. "I couldn't decide yesterday, I thought maybe I'd be more sure today," he tells you, and you can see he's just as exasperated with himself as you are.

"Okay," you say with a laugh. "I'll help, but you have to teach me how to tie a bow tie, and not laugh at me." 

He doesn't hesitate even a moment before saying, "deal."

You tell him that you think the red tie goes better with the occasion and he nods, ready to take your word for it. In exchange, Johnny shows you exactly how the oddly shaped fabric turns into a bow.

"Okay so you start a little bit like tying shoes," he says, showing you. "Then this bottom piece gets folded in half, making one half of the bow. Then you wrap this other side up and around, securing it." You watch with something akin to awe as he twists the fabric with nimble fingers and makes half a bow. "Now this other side gets folded in half as well and you tuck it through the back to make the other half of the bow. Then if we just tug a little it straightens out into a nice bow!"

"You make it look so easy," you breathe out. "Can I try on your other one?" He looks down at his watch, smiling at your enthusiasm. 

"When we get home, I'll let you practice until you can make a million perfect bows," he tells you, "but we're going to be late for the wedding if we take much longer, and I'm a Best Man. I can't be late." 

You huff out a breath but follow him out the door after grabbing your things. You're more eager than you'd like to admit to see the mystery fiancee of Taeyong's. He's kept her to himself for too long. 

When you arrive at the wedding there are people streaming into the church, Johnny's whole enormous group of friends is here, some with their significant others, and so are older adults and- is that Xing-Yi?!

You gasp, looking at Johnny. "I think I know those girls! I'm gonna go see if they know who the bride is." You kiss him on the cheek and before he's even answered you're speeding off towards the group of surprisingly familiar faces. 

"XING-YI!" you call. She turns all the way around and it is her, and around her are Krystal, Nini, Storm, Felix, Allex, Bruna, Bean, Taytem, Aditi and other friends from your high school years. 

"Y/N!" she exclaims delightedly, and opens her arms for a tight hug of welcome. "I didn't know Brooke invited you!" 

"Brooke?" you echo, confused. "I'm here for Taeyong, I'm dating his friend Johnny." You barely have a moment to consider the fact that Brooke forgot to invite you. Then again, Taeyong did, and they couldn't invite you twice. Brooke is the bride?

"Taeyong?" says Allex. "Skinny kid, always dancing, all the girls and the gays wanted to have sex with him?"

"Yeah, he got more attractive, and he's also the groom," you tell the group.

"And Brooke is the bride?" Nini is all out squealing. You wince at the shrillness. "Dude, I can't believe they kept this a secret for so long!" 

"I can't either," remarks Sicheng, coming up and putting his arms around Xing-Yi's waist. You roll your eyes. They're ones to talk. It took ages to get Xing-Yi's name out of Sicheng's mouth and even longer for you to meet her and realize that it was your Xing-Yi. Allex seems to have the same thought and her mouth is halfway open before she appears to think better of it and closes it again. She's been dating Jaemin for years, a fact you were very jealous of until you met Johnny. They're rather… flamboyant about their love for each other.

Then finally everyone is sitting down and of course you sit with the girls because Johnny is up with Taeyong, who looks gorgeous as ever in his suit and (actual) tie. Allex wasn't kidding; all the girls and a surprising amount of guys wanted him back then, and probably still do. Now he'll be Brooke's to hold and to cherish forever. You desperately hope that she's not the jealous type. 

All of a sudden music starts playing and Brooke walks through the doors to the chapel in all her glory; her dress swishes around her legs as she walks, train falling gracefully to the floor, thin veil over her face and she looks amazing, and you find yourself beating back jealousy. You will not ruin this beautiful occasion with envy. Her smile is visible even though the veil and she just looks so happy. 

After the service everyone is socializing and most of the chatter, from what you can tell, is about how ‘it was Brooke all along’ or ‘can you believe she's married to Taeyong?!’ Apparently they kept it a secret from everyone except their parents. Eventually the bride and groom come in themselves and people are swarming them; your group stays back. You have all the time in the world. Johnny comes to find you in the crowd and then finally it's your turn to go congratulate the couple and tell them how fantastic they looked. They're a great match. 

When you get home the next morning after sleeping in and driving from the hotel, Johnny lets you practice how to tie a bow tie on him, patiently instructing you.

Life is good.

i need so much proof that shakespeare was bi as all hell please and thank you :) (its true duh, but um. i need to know more thank you) (๑•́ ヮ •̀๑)

THANK YOU FOR ASKING! May I submit the following evidence to the jury:

Sonnet 20 in its entirity. It’s one long love confession specifically addressed to a male beloved, grieving that they happened to be male. For those curious, the beloved is described as encompassing the highest virtues of man and woman together (in more modern terms, genderqueer/bigender/GNC/trans might apply. Of course, it’s doubly impossible to say anything of the sort for certain, given that a. those terms weren’t available to 17th-century Europeans and b. we have no way of knowing who Shakespeare was talking about, let alone if they were non-cis).

This entire poem is Shakespeare addressing someone as “man? technically. woman? probably also yes. do i care either way? no. are you the love of my life? absolutely.” Shakespeare essentially just goes:

[ID: a gif of Jonathan Van Ness saying “Gorgeous.” end ID]

and calls it a day.

Sonnet 63 uses he/him pronouns throughout. See especially: “[Time] shall never cut from memory / My sweet love's beauty, though my lover’s life: / His beauty shall in these black lines (this poem) be seen . . . he in them [will remain] still green.” (In other words, Time will never erase the memory of Shakespeare’s “sweet love’s beauty,” though it will take his life: his beauty shall be preserved in this poem forever, and so, in that sense, he will remain forever young and lovely.)

[ID: the “is this a pigeon?” meme, edited to show “shakespeare” gesturing at “a poem” to ask if it is “the key to immortality.” end ID]

He does the same in Sonnet 19, begging Time: “Him [my love] in thy course untainted do allow / For beauty's pattern to succeeding men” (“Leave him untouched, spare him / so that he can remain the model of absolute beauty for every man forevermore”) and declaring that though Time will do what it always does, still Shakespeare’s love will have his beauty preserved forever in this poem.

Sonnet 68 is similar, except instead of grieving the inevitable loss of youth, Shakespeare praises his beloved for aging gracefully: “In him those holy antique hours are seen, / Without all ornament, itself and true . . . Robbing no old to dress his beauty new.” He’s praising his beloved for proudly showing the wrinkles in his cheek and fading hair, instead of using the hair of the dead for wigs (as many did at the time), or trying to feign a youth he no longer has.

[ID: Shakespeare’s new and improved attitude to age. A grey-haired woman in brightly coloured clothes leans against a graffitied wall. The caption reads, “OLD is the new YOUNG.” end ID]

For the record, I maintain that Sonnet 42 is big polyam vibes, but that’s more debatable and would require a whole separate essay to argue for. Still. Gotta include it in the list.

also, as I said in a previous post:

all the genderbending in Shakespeare’s plays is, in my view, about 40% unapologetic projection and wish-fulfillment with a slapdash retcon at the end so he didn’t get executed, 20% quiet seething rage, and 40% him playing with the sort of humour that’d get him upvotes in early modern England. 

[ID: John Mulaney saying “I’m very gay. I’d like a few dollars.” Wouldn’t we all. end ID]

Of course, Shakespeare’s queer content isn’t explicit outside the sonnets, which had less wide of an audience. If you were too obvious, or ticked off the wrong person, or if some lunatic decided to use your words to promote their destabilizing social violence, you WOULD get executed. That wasn’t a hypothetical. Some people were more open than Shakespeare. They paid the price. Look at what happened to Marlowe and Kyd.

It was dangerous to be queer in early modern England, especially if you didn’t have the same protections that the aristocracy enjoyed. And Shakespeare wasn’t an aristocrat. In my mind, it is the opposite of odd that he would play off his queer content with humor and “happy endings.”

Shakespeare was living in a highly charged, highly controlling political climate, where anything subversive could spark another civil war. Censorship was high, and stakes were higher. Just because a lot of Shakespeare’s queer content (particularly in his plays) is left vague and only included when it could be treated comedically doesn’t mean it wasn’t also genuine.

Summary: the Halloween masquerade ball is turning into something interesting...

Word count: over 1k

Characters: Dr.Nicky Ransom x Chris Evans ,Judith,Denise Ames (cousin), Tim (hot high school teacher/neighbor)

Warning ⚠️: 18+ adults only.

Chapter 7:

Between your patient load and spending every free moment monitoring Denise’s recovery, the next two weeks pass in a blur. In no time at all, Halloween is upon you. You look at your masquerade invitation again, nervous excitement bubbling up inside you.

I never expected to set foot in a place as fancy as the venue they booked, much less attend a ball there! I hope everyone there is.. super creative. Which mean I can’t show up in something uninspired. I need to look absolute best for this masquerade!

Though admittedly, the swanky venue isn’t your only motivation.

I haven’t seen Chris since we almost kissed the other week. The way he looked at me.. just thinking about it makes my skin tingle.

And you have been thinking about it. A lot.

I want Chris to see me in a costume that makes me look...like modern princess.

You slip into the gown and smile at yourself in the mirror. You turn this way and that, admiring the way you sparkle with each movement.

Perfect.

You grab your purse and head outside to meet your date.

“Happy Halloween,Nicky!” Tim answered.

“Happy Halloween,Tim!” Nicky answered.

Tim is your neighbor, and he’s had a crush on Denise for years.

What can I say? Judith inspired me to do some well- intentioned meddling of my own now that Denise is better. Time couldn’t buy his ticket fast enough once I told him Denise would be there!

“Let me guess. You’re ...The Dread Pirate Roberts?” Nicky answered.

“Aw, man he does have a similar costume, doesn’t he? No, I’m Zorro. “ Tim answers.

“Oh! I totally see it now.” Nicky answered.

You laugh, linking arms with Tim.

Soon, you’re at the Barbary Towers Hotel just as the bulk of the guest are arriving.

“This place is wild! I feel like I’m walking into “The Great Gatsby.” Tim answered with shock.

“Do I need to give you and the Gilded Age Hotel a moment alone? Nicky answered.

“No, I’ll be okay.” Tim answered laughing.

You and Tim enter the hotel and ascend a vast marble staircase. Your jaw goes slack as you step into the room.

I’ve never seen anything so glamorous in my life!

Then, you see him across the room.

Chris’s bright blue eyes pierce you even for a distance. It’s hard to even notice the crowd around you with him right there.

You expertly navigate the shallow stairs leading into the ballroom and step gracefully onto the brightly polished floor. Chris smirks at you in approval, and you feel yourself flush.

“I feel like I’ve stepped into a fairytale.” Nicky answered blushing.

A guest nearby hears you.

“It’s magnificent, isn’t it? Did you know these are all the original fixtures from 1901?” Party guest answers.

“Oh man really?” Tim answers in amazement.

You survey the gleaming ballroom with newfound wonder.

“So in a way, we really are stepping into the past.” Nicky answers.

“Exactly!” Party guest answered. “Pardon my enthusiasm. I’m a historian.”

“No explanation necessary. This place is amazing.” Nicky answered.

They grin at you before then making a beeline for a cluster of other guests nearby. You overhear him speak.

“I was just speaking to the most beautiful and elegant young woman. She’s quite extraordinary.” Party guest answered.

Is he talking about me?

Your eyes find Chris again. His eyes are still on you.

“Nicky!” Judith squeals.

Judith intercepts you, her voluminous gown, rustling across the floor.

“Judith... you look amazing!, Queen Elizabeth I, right?” Nicky answered.

“I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to be a queen for an evening!” Judith answers. “And you, Nicky! You look absolutely divine! I love this modern look on you. I dare say a certain someone won’t be able to keep his eyes off you.”

“Thank you.” Nicky answered.

Judith’s eyes land on Tim.

“And who is this handsome young man?” Judith answered.

“Judith, this is my neighbor Tim Reynolds. Tim, this is Judith Fortier. She’s Denise’s landlord.” Nicky answered. “Judith, Tim is...an English teacher. He works at the high school by my house.”

“Oh, isn’t that lovely . Good teachers really are worth their weight in gold.” Judith answers smiling.

“I believe the children are our future.” Tim answers.

“If you break into song right now, I’m pretending not to know you.” Nicky answers.

“Yeah, nothing to worry about there!” Tim answered smiling.

Denise bounds you to the three of you, smiling brightly.

“Nicky! Judith!” Denise squeals.

With keen eyes, flushed cheeks, and glossy hair,Denise is once again the picture of youthful good health.

I can’t believe how quickly she bounced back. It’s almost as though the last few weeks never happened.

“And Tim! I didn’t know you’d be here! Are you Zorro? Denise answered.

“Good eye! And you’re female Robin Hood?” Tim answered smiling.

“You’re the only person who’s guessed right!” Denise answered smiling.

“Well, Ms. Hood , shall we rob from the rich and give to the poor?” Tim answered with a grin.

“Or we could just dance.” Denise answered with a smile.

They walk off arm in arm, leaving you gaping in disbelief.

Wow. That was a a lot easier than I thought.

“You knew exactly what you were doing, didn’t you, you sly little fox?” Judith answered with a smirk.

“I....learned from the best. You’re inspiration to would-be matchmakers everywhere.” Nicky answered.

Judith throws her head back and laughs.

“Just doing my part,honey!” Judith answered smiling.

Seeing Denise so healthy and carefree makes you feel lighter than you have in weeks.

“This is shaping up to be a good night, Judith.” Nicky answered smiling.

“Come on! Let’s work the room a little.” Judith answers.

Judith takes your hand and leads you around the ballroom. Within 20 minutes, she’s introduced you to a wide array of donors,artists, and other members of the Dreamseekers Foundation.

Gorgeous ballroom,great catering, and Denise totally hitting if off with a good guy? Can a night get any better?

It can, you realize with a jolt.

But where did Chris go?

You crane your neck, trying to catch a glimpse of his tall, lean figure amid the sea of bright costumes.

“Looking for someone?” Judith answers.

“Yeah, where’s...Chris? I was expecting to see him.” Nicky answered.

“I got here fashionably late, I’m afraid.” Chris answers.

“Chris!” Nicky answered in shock.

“Oh, and would you listen to that! I swear I hear someone calling my name.” Judith answers pretending to be surprised.

She winks at you before melting into the crowd.

Subtle.

You turn back to Chris and you feel yourself flush.

No one man should be allowed to be that handsome.

“I didn’t know you’d be here tonight.” Chris answered.

“Judith invited me. I don’t usually attend things like this.” Nicky answered.

“Did she mention I’d be here?” Chris answered with a raise brow.

“She did.” Nicky answered blushing.

“Hm.” Chris answered.

Chris steps closer to you, a charming smirk on his face.

“And why did you decide to attend this particular event, Nicky?” Chris answered.

You shallow as he draws nearer. Something about him is so intoxicating tonight.

“Chris, I came tonight....to see you.” Nicky answered blushing. I know it’s silly, since we barely know each other. But I’ve missed you.”

He gives you a smile that makes your heart race.

“I’ve missed you, too.” Chris answered. “And thank you for all the updates on Denise’s recovery. I’m touched that you thought of me.”

“Well, I figured she wasn’t going to do it.” Nicky answered.

“You figured correctly! After the third “I’m fine,” I learned to stop asking.” Chris answered.

“She likes her independence that one.” Nicky answered “ thank you again for...everything.”

“The feeling is mutual.” Chris answered.

He gives your hand a squeeze.

“You look .... absolutely stunning.” Chris answered.

“Thank you.” Nicky answered.

You blush, almost giddy with happiness as the band strikes up a waltz.

“And you look...handsome.” Nicky answered.

“Thank you.” Chris answered with a smile.

Chris smiles, holding out his hand to you.

“May I have this dance, Nicky?” Chris answered.

“Chris... I’d be delighted.” Nicky answered.

You take his hand and he leads you onto the dance floor. Your heart flutters as he positions himself with one arm around your waist and the opposite hand in yours.

“Full disclosure: I have no idea how to waltz.” Nicky answers blushing.

“Just follow my lead.” Chris answered.

He guides you into a surprisingly simple step pattern, quietly counting out the steps for you as he leads.

“One...two..three. One...two...three...” Chris answered.

I still feel so stiff and awkward, but Chris? He’s so light on his feet, like he’s been dancing forever.

“You know how to waltz? When did you learn?” Nicky answers.

“As a boy. My mother insisted.” Chris answers.

“Not the extracurricular most parents stress nowadays.” Nicky answered.

“Ah, well. She was a little old- fashioned.” Chris answered.

You laugh as he twirls you.

“You seem to take after her in that way.” Nicky answered with smile.

“Yes. I guess I do. She always...”Chris answered.

Something odd flickers in his blue eyes. He trails off and shakes his head.

“She was always what?” Nicky answered.

“Never mind. I don’t want to waste your time with my reminiscing.” Chris answers sadly.

You look into his bright blue eyes, noticing a hint of openness and vulnerability that isn’t usually there.

“Chris...you could never bore me. I want to know more about you.” Nicky answers.

“You do.” Chris answered.

“I do.” Nicky answered.

You feel his grip on your waist tighten a fraction as you glide around the dance floor.

“You’re far too generous,Nicky.” Chris answered warmly.

“I’m not. If anything, I’m selfish.” Nicky answered smiling. You’re an amazing man, Chris. I want to get to know you better. So, why don’t you tell me about your mother, if you want. You said, “she always...”?

He shakes his head in disbelief, but the smile on his face is genuine.

“You continue to amaze me, Nicky. “ Chris answered. “I meant to say that she always has us practice dancing, even though we hated it. We much preferred playing outside or even reading to dancing.”

“We?” Nicky answered.

For a fraction of a moment, Chris freezes, his steps faltering for a breath before he continues to lead you.

“Ah. My brother and I.” Chris answered.

“You have a brother?” Nicky answered with shock.

Grief flashes across Chris’s eyes.

“As I said when we first met, Nicky. Amy family I have is dead.” Chris answered sadly.

“Oh. Chris .... I’m sorry.” Nicky answered sadly. “I didn’t mean to overstep.”

“You didn’t. Don’t worry.” Chris answered. “Still want to know about me?”

“More than ever, honestly.” Nicky answered.

He smile softens. Then, his eyes glint mischievously.

“You know, at the time our costumes were in fashion, the waltz was considered a scandalous dance.” Chris answered with a smile.

“Chris...are you coming on to me?” Nicky answered. “Because that sounded like coming on to me.”

Chris laughs. Then, the music stops, and he gives you a deep bow. Then, another song comes on, darker and more mysterious.

“Care for another dance, Nicky?” Chris answered. “I can teach you more about the more...salacious points of the waltz.” Chris answered with a smirk. “What do you say?”

“Teach me everything you know.” Nicky answered.

Chris smirks wide and pulls you flush against him as he begins to lead you in the dance once more.

“You see, at the time, couple’s dances were still very new thing. A gentlemen had to take a great care to keep his partner at a respectable distance.”

You flush, acutely aware of the warm press of his body against yours.

“I notice you don’t seem to be trying very hard on that front.” Nicky answered.

“Nor are you resisting me as a lady should.” Chris answered.

“I... can’t help it.” Nicky answered blushing. “You’re too irresistible, I guess.”

His grip tightens around you, strong and almost possessive.

“Shall we be daring, Nicky , and fly in the face of convention?” Chris answered with a smile.

“Who needs propriety?” Nicky answers.

“My thoughts exactly.” Chris answered.

He holds you closer, his body flush against you.

Best. Halloween. Ever.

A big, goofy grin creeps onto your face, and you lay your head against his chest to hide it. The shift in position seems no deterrent to Chris, who continues to lead you gracefully across the floor.

I could stay like this all night.

But all too soon the song ends, and with it your dance. You mourn Chris’s warmth as he steps away.

“Thank you, Nicky.” Chris answered.

He presses a soft kiss on your cheek. Just as he looks about to say something else, you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn around to see...

“Mind if I cut in?” Mystery guest answered.

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BTS365 Prompts.Week 39

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Kim Seokjin - Pronounciation

“Jin darling, I am just going to the school to meet the new student living with us, would you like to come?” Jin’s mother asked sweetly.

“No thank you,” He sighed while playing video games, he was trying to ignore the fact someone else was going to live with him and his family.

“Alright, please try to get along, I am sure he is a sweet boy” his mother patted her son’s head before straightening her coat and heading to the school for the briefing and meeting their  children they will be hosting all year.

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“Jin dear, come help with the bags” His mother said and he sighed trying not to slump or stomp to the front door as his mother would slap him silly. He saw a suitcase struggling to be removed from the back of the car. Time to show his dominance toward this other guy by gracefully lifting it from the car without a hassle.

Jin removed the heavy case and looked at the smaller figure and his jaw fell open. You weren’t a boy. You were a very beautiful young girl, his age and wait was his heart fluttering.

She ducked her head low and introduced himself and he loved the way she spoke in korean her pronunciation a little off at times but cute. 

Min Yoongi - Miniature

Yoongi was short, he knew that and he never really cared, and definitely never let it stop him. But when he met you for the first time he wished he was taller, you had long sculpted legs and an amazing behind and in your heels he practically salivated. A rapper always has pretty girls in his music video but was this too much. You were actually a dream.

He sat beside you and smiled, explaining the scene and trying not to blush, he was bever one to get flustered but this was a first. “Only if you are comfortable with all of this, let me know if there is anything you don’t like okay.”

He sat in the makeup chair beside his fellow rappers Jhope and RM who both joined him on the track. “We picked her specially for you, because we know she is your type” The two chortled.

“She is sexy as hell and I can barely look at her”

“Uh mister Suga” Her voice called from the door and he turned and waved her inside

“Is something wrong?”

“I was just wondering, would you prefer I didn’t wear heels?” She said nervously.

“Hell no, darling,” He laughed. “Show off those long legs. A lesser man would feel inferior being shorter, but I am not a lesser man, and you are perfect just like this.”

Jung Hoseok - Astronomy

Setting up the equipment, Hoseok made a few notes on his report. This was every astronomer's dream, he was going to see the biggest meteor shower to date. When he got a call from you who had gotten locked on the roof of the university building.

He packed up and raced over trying to hopefully get to you and back in time. He raced up the stairs and through the door open to the roof top and he heard you shout. “GRAB THE DOOR!” 

It was too late the door had closed firmly behind him and he knew what it meant. Hoseok called for Taehyung and hoped he wouldn’t be late for the meteor shower but when you tapped his shoulder and gestured to the bright lights brushing the sky he knew it was too late. But hearing your little wow, Hoseok look he set up his telescope and let you watch the majourity of the phenomonon happy to just watch you enjoy the stars with him.

Taehyung entered onto the roof top holding the door and Hoseok gestured for him to go back and wait a little longer. The younger man noddded and shut the door again heading down the stairs to give you two privacy. While Hoseok explained to you what was happening and all the cool facts he knew.

Kim Namjoon - Chess

“I can't. I am teaching y/n chess this afternoon. Can you believe she can’t play still? I have been teaching her for two years now.”

“Hyung, I hate to break it to you, she knows how to play. She was a chess champion she went to championships world wide”

“No she didn’t.”

“She did, twice actually?”

“We are talking about the girl who calls the knights horsey pieces”

“She is playing you?”

Park Jimin - Hobbit

Waking up to the sweet sound of birds, Park Jimin got out of bed and went to feed his little calico cat. Jimin was just like other Hobbits. He loved to dance, eat and drink and he loved being kind. He helped his neighbours when they needed to. 

To the left was the Kim family whose three boys were rambunctious. Taehyung preferred to play then to work on the farm. Namjoon likes plants but always makes a mess from being so clumsy. Seokjin the oldest son could be found working hard on the farm eating the strawberries as he picked them. 

To the right was the jeong family, no one really knew if it was pronounced Jung or jeon but the two boys were always up for going out dancing the two had the similarities but their most noticeable difference was how brave Jungkook was and how easy it was to scare Hoseok. 

Across from his house was the Min family there front doors directly across from one another. Their son Yoongi could play almost any instrument and barely moved and barely spoke. 

All in all Jimin had a peaceful and comfortable life. 

Kim Taehyung - comic book

“Are you reading that silly webtoon again?”

“It’s not silly, it’s really good,” Taehyung huffed, ignoring his band members, they could say what they wanted but he wouldn’t stop reading. Part of him wishes he could live within the comic. 

He started to really like your character, connect and understand your point of view greatly, so when he falls asleep reading and wakes up in your room he is scared but also a little happy to see you in person and he has to admit you are pretty gorgeous. 

Jeon Jungkook - Punch @wystfulaster

You were anxious after everything that happened you didn’t think you could step out onto the streets alone without a panic attack. You had been mugged one evening after work at knife point you handed over your cash and phone and you ran home crying. 

But you were being brought to what you thought was your sister's gym class but it was a self defence class. You were so nervous when the big instructor jeon jungkook came out he looked big and scary but he told you a story about how he was once in a position where he felt powerless and he is forever afraid of talking to ladies. 

But he began teaching self defence and praised everyone and he got everyone to line up and punch the punching bag the way he taught and say what they want to overcome. 

“My fear of women” Jungkook said punching the bag with all his might. 

“My fear of walking down the street” you shouted, punched the bag and Jungkook held out his hands for a hug which made you feel more comfortable and relaxed then you had in a long while.

‘SOFTIE’ (Gwilym Lee X Female Reader) part 1

A/N: The whole idea of a marriage skeptic and person with marriage fever meeting, came from me recently watching 27 dresses lmao

But uh sister finally snapped with a teeny tiny preview into a possible series? I have a lot of ideas for this, we’ll see how it goes first. It’s so short and ABSOLUTELY sucks and makes no sense but whatever lololol it’ll get better as I go on, I reckon

 You hated when women used the phrase, “I’m not like other girls.” It somehow implied that conventional, stereotypical feminine traits were bad. That wearing dresses and makeup and wanting to marry a man and be a housewife was shameful. As if choosing to do any of those things was shameful. Because you did believe that all women’s choices were valid, if they didn’t hurt anybody else. And you simply chose not to get married.

 Yes, perhaps this stemmed from having your heart severely broken multiple times. But being cheated on by your fiancée with multiple people didn’t turn you into a bitter, lonely woman, it just helped you realise that’s not what you wanted. And yes, other things had hurt you beyond anything most people could imagine, but they didn’t necessarily cause your way of thinking. You’d always been, as your Mother put it, “fiercely independent.”

 Hence, against your better judgement, you couldn’t help but think of yourself as a little different from women you were surrounded by. While you lived alone in a tiny apartment, most women your age were either engaged or married or pregnant or had children running around. Definitely not your cup of tea.

 However, when you met him, you changed for the better. You didn’t change your opinions on marriage and kids because of him, but his kind, open heart inspired you to fall in love again. Something you thought you had closed yourself off from forever.  

----------------------------------------------------

 The first time you saw him, it was impossible to not immediately swoon. You scolded yourself slightly for having the same reaction that your friends had (“I’d climb him like a tree,” “I’d let him tie me up,” “I’d let him do anything he wanted to me, and thank him for it,” and other things that weren’t repeatable), but you couldn’t help it. You were only human. He was objectively the most beautiful human you had ever laid your eyes upon, bar and tipsiness aside.

 Your inhibitions were lowered then, of course, and neither you nor your friends could believe your next actions. You sauntered over to him, ignoring your friends’ puzzled but amused stares, and plopped down on the stool next to him, a little less gracefully than you would have liked. Unfortunately, he noticed, his head snapping up and taking you in.

 “Are you okay?” he asked. It was funny though, his tone was genuinely concerned, unlike most of the men you met and avoided, especially in bars.

 “Yeah, I’m just dandy,” you smiled, unable to stop yourself at his infectiously gorgeous and amused, if slightly concerned, smirk.

 “Nice to meet you, ‘Just Dandy,’ I’m Gwilym,” he smiled, offering his hand. You rolled your eyes and chuckled, being a sucker for a bad pun. A terrible one, at that.

 “Y/N,” you replied coolly, finally taking his appearance in completely. He was well-dressed, stylish but not too overstated, facial hair which you usually disliked on men but suited him to a tee, and the most captivating eyes you’d ever seen. You couldn’t even hold eye contact with him for more than a second.

 “Drinking alone, are you? That’s a bit sad,” you commented, sipping from the straw of your drink, silently cursing yourself for sounding a little too rude and uninhibited. Luckily, he took it well and chuckled.

 “Nah, I’m here with my mates, just had to get away from them for a second. They were pissing me off… what about you, then?” he raised an eyebrow, presumably taking in your typical ‘party-girl’ state; cute outfit on, makeup done, cocktail in hand. You prayed he wasn’t judging you for that, but quickly scolded yourself. Why would you care what a stranger thinks?

 “Me too, I’m here with my friends…” your eyes flittered over to them, as they watched your every move, laughing and commenting about the unusual situation. Since when did you hit on random guys at the bar?

30 minutes later

He rolled his impossibly blue eyes at yet another one of your blunt comments, and you scolded yourself for the flutter in your stomach and the heat rising to your cheeks.

“I don’t necessarily want a wedding, though… it’s the marriage part I’m looking forward to,” he retorted reasonably. “I want the whole nines; at least three kids, a beautiful house, and someone I can spend the rest of my life with. Anything wrong with that?” You shook your head the entire time he was speaking.

“No, there’s nothing wrong with it, I just don’t think it’s realistic, you know? The only reason people want to get married is to have the white, poofy dress, and the adrenaline, and everyone congratulating them for a day. Nobody actually wants to spend the whole of their lives with just the one person. That kind of stuff only happens in rom-coms. Even then, the movie usually ends with a wedding or a proposal. They don’t show what comes after…” you rambled, finishing off the rest of your drink. God only knows what number it was.

Gwilym laughed and leaned his head on his hand, moving closer to you. “Right? The protagonist runs slo-mo to their soulmate’s wedding and bursts through the door, right on cue when they ask if there are any objections, even though that’s not a thing people ask anymore!?” You laughed and nodded, continuing to list off and imitate a bunch of rom-com clichés together, completely forgetting that you’d only just met this man a couple drinks ago, that your friends were nowhere to be seen, or that you started this conversation disagreeing on most things. Just as you’d started to come back to reality, a hand grabbed your arm and you went to defend yourself, before realising it was your friend, Natalie.

“Y/N, come on, we’re going home. You said you wanted to go early because you have an early start tomorrow, remember?” she raised her perfectly sculpted eyebrow, glancing back and forth between the two of you, while Gwilym looked on nonchalantly.

“Right, right, of course. Let’s go,” you said standing up, grabbing your purse, not realising something slipped out of it and onto the bar.

“It was nice to meet you, Gwilym. I’ll, uh… see you around,” you muttered, nodding once at him, finally making eye contact, before you and Natalie stumbled away before he got the chance to say anything.

“You too…” he muttered once you’d left, eyes trained on your back as you walked away. He finished off his drink and decided to go back to his friends, before he saw the scrap piece of paper sitting on the bar, frowned and picked it up, reading it.

‘I’ll be home about 7, gone to get takeway. I love you, and we can talk about all of this when I get home. It’s gonne be okay. I have something else I really need to get off my chest as well xx’

promise | boh rhap!roger taylor x reader

Pairing: Bohemian Rhapsody!Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: 2037

Request:  Could you please do an imagine about being in a relationship with Roger Taylor? You love each other so much but you always fight really intensely too? The whole band gets involved because of how intense you guys are?

Warnings: N/A

A/N: First imagine back after a huge break so pls be kind lmao i’m still getting back into the swing of things. Hope you enjoy, please feel free to spam me with Bohemian Rhapsody requests, I wanna write so many more imagines for all the members so hit me up with any ideas you have! ( and feel free to send any non-boh rhap requests too )

To say that you were ‘a little pissed off’ would be to say that Freddie’s fashion sense is ‘only a little unique’. It was no shock to anyone that once again, Roger Taylor was the cause of your anger. Your relationship had always been a strange one; there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that the two of you were in love as anyone could be, but your fights were notorious for being more explosive than a nuclear bomb. Having matching personalities made the two of you as close as anyone could be, but matching personalities also came along with matching tempers. Brian, John and Freddie were no strangers to your arguments either. Sometimes they were caused by something as simple as Roger not tidying up after himself, or Roger getting irritated by how long you took to get ready. But other times they could be fuelled by something much worse. On this particular occasion, it had been one of the more extreme reasons. It was pretty well known that Roger was awfully popular with the female fans, he had been getting mounds of female attention even since the days of Smile. You had learnt to ignore it and brush it off because at the end of the day, you were the one he would be coming home to. However, sometimes it did put a strain on your relationship particularly due to the fact that Roger seemed to really enjoy the attention and never really learned where to draw the line with them for your sakes.

This time, a group of girls had immediately flocked Roger the second he stepped off stage after the show; that was nothing new to you, but what really stung was how Roger just cast you away and completely ignored you when you tried to congratulate him on the show in favour of the girls surrounding him. Of course you understood that the band had to be thankful for their fans and communicate with them, but that made it hurt no less when he acted as if you didn’t even exist. You took in a sharp intake of breath, biting down on your bottom lip to stop the tears building up in your eyes from spilling over. Grabbing your handbag, you quickly rushed away backstage, flashing your pass to the security guard as you zoomed past, just wanting to get somewhere alone. The tears in your eyes threatening to spill over eventually did as you flopped down on the sofa in the band’s dressing room, bringing your knees up to your body as you sat. In your head, you knew that it was silly to get upset over it because you knew that Roger truly did love you, but all of the doubts and horrible thoughts that had been building up across the time of your relationship all came flooding back together. Being the girlfriend of the Roger Taylor had its perks and obvious downfalls, there were a lot of jealous fans and tabloids just wanting an easy story that often said a lot of horrible things about you which often came flooding back at times like these.Your thoughts were interrupted as the door burst open with Brian and John stumbling into the room. The grins on their faces soon faded away as they spotted the look on your face, and they instantly came rushing over. Brian sat down on the coffee table in front of you, and John beside you on the sofa. “Y/N what happened?” John stumbled out, his words laced with concern.

You eventually managed to compose yourself and explain what had happened to John and Brian and you were met with the usual look of annoyance and lack of shock on their faces.

“He never learns does he?” Brian spoke solemnly, placing a comforting hand on your knee.

John sighed loudly, pulling you into a hug “I’m sure he didn’t mean for you to be hurt, he just doesn’t think sometimes.”

“I know, it just sucks when I see him surrounded by all of these gorgeous women I can never compete with. What if he changes his mind about me one day and goes for someone prettier?” You spoke sadly, resting your head on John’s shoulder.

“Y/N, Roger would have to be absolutely idiotic to ever swap someone as utterly incredible as you for one of those idiot gold diggers only in it for a shag.” Brian said with an endearing tone.

You went to reply when the dressing room door burst open once again, revealing Freddie along with the man in question, Roger.

“What the hell is going on here?” Roger questioned with a slightly raised tone.

“Just attempting to cheer your girlfriend up after you acted like a total prat...once again.” Brian shot back immediately.

“I think I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself thank you very much.” Roger snapped “What the bloody hell have I even done now anyway? I was just talking to some fans”

You stood up as Roger spoke, crossing your arms over your chest as you did so. “See Roger, it’s never just talking though is it? You completely shoved me to the side and acted like I was something you had just scraped off of the bottom of your shoe out there. It was embarrassing!” You yelled back, your hands balling into fists in your fit of anger.

“You’re not the only bloody person in the world you know? I do have a life outside of our relationship. Why do you overreact about everything?” By this point, both of you were on the verge of screaming and Freddie, John and Brian had long since snuck out of the room to avoid getting caught up in the crossfire.

“I’m not asking for everything to revolve around me twenty four seven Roger! All I want is for you to actually give me a shred of attention sometimes out there in front of those bimbos who only care about you because you’re hot and famous. How would you feel if I completely ignored you in favour of a group of guys that you thought were a hundred times better looking than you. I just want to feel good enough for you for once!” You shouted, with hot tears now running down your cheeks.

“Y/N I-” Roger’s tone softened as he went to speak; but you simply raised your hand, cutting him off before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

After the argument, you returned to the home that you and Roger shared, spending your evening on the sofa in a bit of a sulk. It was about ten o’clock the next morning when you woke up after falling asleep on the sofa that night. You were rather unceremoniously woken up by Freddie kicking your door down, shouting for you to get your ‘sulky arse’ off of the sofa and into something pretty. It was moments like this that made you question why you had given the three other members of the band a key to your home.

“If it’s anything to do with Roger, I’m not going Fred.” You spoke in a deadpan tone with zero emotion on your face.

“No no, I want to take you somewhere.” Freddie replied flippantly before rather ungracefully dragging you off of the sofa and upstairs to your bedroom.

“Where on Earth could you possibly need to take me in such a hurry at ten o’clock on a Sunday morning?” You questioned with a raised brow, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

“Don’t spoil the fun with too many questions darling, just trust me and go along with it.” He replied with a mischievous grin, tossing an outfit at you.

“Trust you and go along with it? That’s usually the beginning of the end for my wellbeing when you say that Fred.” You called out from the bathroom as you changed into the jeans and shirt Freddie had picked out for you, grinning as you heard him chuckle at your remark.

Once you had gotten ready, Freddie had proceeded to toss you into his limousine, forcing a blindfold onto your face the second the driver took off. You eventually came to a stop after what honestly felt like an age, and Freddie attempted to gracefully guide you out of the car and into some building ( emphasis on attempted ).

“This scenario is the beginning of literally every serial killer movie ever made.” You chuckled, holding your arms out in front of you cautiously “If you murder me, I will come back and haunt you forever.”

You heard Freddie laugh quietly as he came to a sudden halt “Now stay exactly where you are.”

You could somewhat make out a few sounds as you heard Freddie’s footsteps move away from you, but you were still none the wiser as to where on Earth he had brought you.

“Freddie I-” You went to question your friends intentions when you were cut off by the sudden beginning of a piano sequence. You recognised the song in an instant, how could you not? An acoustic version of ‘I’m in love with my car’. You couldn’t help but let a soft giggle escape your lips, removing your blindfold as you heard Roger begin to sing. The view you were met with was simply breathtaking, Freddie had taken you to the bar where you had first met Roger but the room was covered in the most stunning little fairy lights and rose petals and a projection of all of your favourite photographs of you and Roger played behind the four of them. A few tears began to fill up in your eyes, threatening to spill over as Roger sang his utterly ridiculous yet brilliant song that he knew you loved so much. Roger’s eyes never once left yours as he sang every word, his notorious cheeky grin on his lips. As the song ended, Roger stepped down off the small stage, making his way over to you.

“Y/N, I acted like a total arse yesterday and there’s no excuse for it. Sometimes I’m an idiot and I lose sight of things, but there is never a single doubt in my mind that you are the most incredible, beautiful, talented and kind hearted woman I’ve ever met and that I want to spend every moment of my life with you. None of those girls that come to our shows and throw themselves at me will ever match up to you, not in a million years. I’m sorry if I hurt you, but don’t you dare ever doubt yourself again even for a second. I don’t give a shit what idiotic reporters or gold-digging fans say about you, nothing will ever change my mind about you. You make me a better man and I wouldn’t trade you for the world.” Roger spoke softly, a look of complete adoration in his eyes. He took a deep breath before taking hold of your left hand, fiddling around with something in his back pocket with his other hand. Your eyes widened, your jaw dropping slightly as he pulled out a velvety red box.

“Rog. Wha-” You sputtered out as he opened the box

“Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to commit to marrying me yet.” He chuckled “It’s a promise ring, Bri told me about them. Its a promise of my commitment to you and a promise to one day when you’re ready, swap it out for an proper ring.” He finished with a nervous sort of smile on his lips.

A genuinely nervous Roger was something you had never really seen in your years of dating, it knocked you utterly speechless.

“This is the part where you say yes and get to the snogging.” Freddie called out causing laughter from both John and Brian.

“Roger Meddows Taylor. You are utterly insane.” You laughed, totally shell shocked “Of course I accept.”

A look of relief quickly washed over Roger’s face, a huge grin pulling on his lips as he slid the delicate gold ring onto your finger and Freddie, John and Brian burst into cheers.

“I love you to the ends of the Earth and back (Y/F/N)”

100 Random Things About Blake Riley

(I got bored at 4 am so I wrote down some stuff about my OCs This is not the only 100 Random Things sheet that I have so that should warn you of what's to come) 1: his full name is Blake Riley Bates but he always goes by first and middle names rather than first and last 2: 25 years old 3: birthday is February 15th 4: born on a Saturday at 4:37 AM 5: blood type is O-Negative 6: he was involved in a public bombing by terrorists which left nore than 75% of his body completely mangled and destroyed so he had to be fixed up with robotic prosthetics and as a result he's super self-conscious about the fact that he's "not a complete human" 7: favorite color is, obviously, red 8: GAY AS FUCK but super subtle about it despite being way too flamboyant to be legal 9: LOVES FASHION 10: also loves shopping because like ;;;;; pretty clothes are awesome 11: loves roses and if you give him one he'll love you forever 12: he's generally pretty chill about shit but if you mess with someone he cares about then be prepared to get punched with a robot arm 13: he pretends he doesn't believe in supernatural stuff like ghosts but if he hears a weird noise in the middle of the night he'll probably want to move out the next morning 14: hates coffee but ironically loves coffee cake 15: always a little cold??? for some reason??? 16: he likes to poke people and make them shiver 17: likes being cuddled 18: LOVES spooning when he cuddles someone and he really doesn't care whether he's the big spoon or the little spoon as long as he's cuddling 19: really flirtatious and totally not shy about it like at all 20: he loves spoiling the people he loves and making them feel happy 21: he'll flirt with you all day if you let him but as soon as YOU start flirting with HIM he just becomes this dorky little blushing mess and it's adorable 22: WILL. FUCKING. NOT. stand for people insulting his physical appearance 23: loves peanut butter but not peanuts 24: he can't really swim all that well but he's very good at floating 25: like he can swim properly without drowning but just not all that gracefully (he looks like a fish out of water when he's in the water) 26: has a really weird obsession with snow globes??? he collects them and owns over 50 and they're all alphabetized 27: possibly a bit autistic but Nobody Really Knows For Sure 28: he's a fucking genius (seriously his IQ is fucking insane) 29: it's easy to turn him on but it's really hard to make him calm down afterwards 30: you could literally bump into him at a weird angle and there's a 50/50 chance he'll just randomly get a boner from that alone 31: when he gets going he'll kinda whine and try to flirt with you until you give in but in reality he'd never force you into something you don't feel like doing 32: if he happens to get riled up but has nobody who'll do anything about it (or just doesn't feel like it) he'll end up reading smutty novels all night 33: an incredibly passionate lover 34: he doesn't know the meaning of personal space and he'll just come up behind you for no reason and invade your space with hugs 35: he owns 23 pairs of shoes in total and 18 pairs of them have high heels 36: he's not really a blanket hog but if he goes to bed before you do you're sure as fuck not getting that blanket 37: loves spending time with kids (he really wants to be a daddy) 38: loves pickles for some reason 39: he will literally eat an entire jar of pickles all in one go and then drink the juice when he's done 40: he's really weird about people invading his personal space when he doesn't want them to 41:dO nOT tOUCH hIS hAIR wITHOUT cONSENT oR hE wILL sLAP yOU 42: always sings really shitty pop songs in the shower 43: he rarely watches anime ever at all but he fucking LOVES Sailor Moon 44: he went to a costume party one year before the "incident" and he literally dressed up like Sailor Mars 45: full miniskirt and everything and he looked fucking gorgeous???? but why wouldn't he honestly 46: his weakness is caramel and caramel chocolate and basically anything with caramel in it 47: he's not super clingy but he'll insist on really long hugs before leaving to go home or like do thngs (and I'm talking about super close full-body pressing against each other bear hugs for five minutes -minimum-) 48: he often has recurring nightmares about the "incident" and it's actually not uncommon for him to wake up in the middle of the night crying 49: this happens anywhere between twice in four months to six nights per week for nearly a year 50: when this happens he requires lots of gentle cuddles and sweet words of reassurance that he's okay 51: he acts super flamboyant and sassy but in reality he's the most sensitive man you'll ever meet 52: it's super easy to hurt his feelings so please watch your tongue when you're around this sweet little redhead 53: it's totally not uncommon for him to just randomly start blasting Britney Spears on the stereo with the volume all the way up 54: loves wearing sexy lingerie and just feeling pretty 55: there's rarely a time when his nails aren't painted (never any color but red) 56: he's an expert at beer pong for some reason 57: also a master at bottle flipping and mario kart 58: has three sisters named Tanya, Sharon and Abigaile 59: he acts all pure and classy when in reality he owns a hardcover copy of 50 shades of grey and he's read it at least 30 times by this point 60: never goes anywhere without checking himself out in the mirror 5 times first 61: he has a really bad issue with never shutting up during movies 62: if he thinks of something funny to say he'll lean over and whisper it to whoever he's watching the movie with and this will happen every few minutes during the entre movie 63: he's a virgin but like????? he sure as fuck doesn't want to be at this age 64: SUPER fucking ticklish 65: worst spots are his sides and his stomach 66: he has a really sweet and pretty laugh, almost like music 67: he gets really smarmy whenever he starts tickling someone (sort of like he gets a rush outta teasing them) 68: he doesn't often start tickle fights but holy shit he'll fucking end them 69: generally always an uke rather than a seme 70: he's that one friend who'll come over to your house at 3 am because he made ramen noodles and wants to know if you want some 71: can play the violin and the piano beautifully 72: it's super easy to make him cry but he'll never actually cry in front of anyone, he'll just politely excuse himself from the room when he gets upset and go into a random room and sob his heart out until he feels better (quietly, of course) 73: has the mindset of "if you like me I'll let you bother me, but if I don’t like you then fuck off in a fire" 74: despite that he's super nice to everyone unless provoked 75: bacon is honestly his muse 76: he'll eat an entire pack of that shit for breakfast and he'd honestly eat more than a single pack if you let him 77: if you don't watch him carefully he'll wander off and go missing for the whole damn day, and when he comes back it's with an entire car full of shopping bags because guess what he went on aNOTHER fucking shopping spree 78: he's super high maintenance but at the same time he isn't??? 79: like he's just as excited with a super expensive jewelry gift as he is with a bag of burgers from McDonald's 80: he's weird like that 81: he'll pretty much eat anything he can get his hands on and his metabolism is scarily high so he never gains any extra weight despite the fact that if he didn't have that high metabolism he'd honestly be like 400 pounds at this point because he loves food and can't control himself 82: loves cute things 83: also loves soft and fluffy things 84: always wants to dress up his friends in cute clothes and do their hair (and their makeup if they're girls) 85: his parents have no idea he's gay but his sisters do and they're very supportive of him 86: his dad is a super strict military man so like????? He's Fucking Terrified To Tell Him 87: there's honestly never a time where he doesn’t want to go shopping 88:  you could call him at 6 am and be like "hey there's an awesome new shoe store that just opened" and he'd be pounding on your door not even fifteen minutes later like "BITCH GET YOUR COAT WE'RE GOING SHOE SHOPPING" 89: despite everything he's actually really super shy and it's really hard for him to talk to people and make friends 90: but once he trusts you he relaxes and he's able to act like himself 91: loves flowers 92: he's absolutely insufferable when he gets sick but at the same time he also apologizes profusely for being so snappish 93: once spent an entire night chained to a radiator 94: he never talks about it but he's made it very clear that he was NOT kidnapped 95: he may or may not own a whip and a tazer 96: for practical use only, of course 97: loves sweets and candy 98: when he gets excited he acts like he has ADHD and can't focus on anything 99: probably knows the lyrics to every Lady Gaga song by heart 100: in general he's a great guy and a loyal friend

There is No Evil Angel but Love

England, 1896.

Amitiel rather hated his life. But it wasn't a sharp, searing, overwhelming hate like what he felt for Tara's murderers. No, it could be more accurately likened to a dejected, dull, throbbing hatred. Similar to what he felt toward cats. He hated them, but wasn't necessarily inclined to do anything about it.

Currently, one of the only things that gave him genuine joy was torturing Tara's killers. That was enjoyable. That was fun. That gave him purpose. But it could also get old after a while. It'd been a little over twenty years since he'd began his seventy-five-year-long torture escapade, but he was already running out of ideas--which is what brought him to the tavern he sat in now, in the middle of smelly, smoggy London. Maybe if he were drunk he'd be able to be more creative.

It was at times like these that Amitiel remembered how he fell. Love: the greatest evil of all. He'd been a faithful, loyal angel. He'd carried out his duties at the command of his superiors without question, and without error. And yet here he was: stuck on Earth, alone, forever. Just because he fell in love with a human. Love ruined him, and in a way, (although he’d never admit it) Tara ruined him. There was no angel or demon of love, as far as he could remember, but perhaps that was because love was too powerful and corrupt for either.

Amitiel was just about to shout one of the tavern workers for a new mug of ale when the door to the establishment flew open and a dark-haired woman walked in. The moment she set foot in the building, the entire room fell near silent. It was eerie, the silence that she brought with her. Amitiel wasn't sure if it was a silence of fear or of wonder, though he could understand both. It wasn't hard to see why everyone was so fascinated by the new comer. She was nothing like any of the other women in England.

The strange woman was essentially the exact opposite of the ordinary Englishwoman. Her silky hair was such a dark shade of brown that it was nearly black and her skin color was of a radiant gold, a sharp contrast to the almost sickly pale of the every day lady. Her features were defined and she lacked the plump physique of other women of her age--or at the very least the age of which Amitiel assumed her to be by her physical appearance: twenty-five. Furthermore, the woman was dressed like a crazy person. She wore no corset, no bustle--and was clad completely, from head to toe, in furs! Her hair spilled wildly over her shoulders and down her back instead of being respectably tied up. Who was this wild woman?

Whoever she was, she was used to this kind of attention, and that much was clear. The silence and stares that followed her every move seemed to go unnoticed by the perplexing creature--but Amitiel did not. The woman floated straight to the bar, spoke a simple word to the bartender, and then turned, her dark gaze fixing straight on to the fallen angel sitting in the corner all alone. People were beginning to tentatively start up hushed conversations once more, but most were about the strange woman anyway. Amitiel felt a harsh slap on his shoulder and distantly heard some drunken soul slur, "Oi, mate, I think she likes ye," but he didn't pay them any attention. He was maintaining eye contact with the weird woman who was now waltzing toward him, whiskey in a thin hand and a mug of ale in the other.

The closer she got, Amitiel could feel the hair standing up on the back of his neck. As she gracefully seated herself beside him, she smiled and held out the mug of ale for him to take. It was a nice smile, a friendly one, but it made him feel uncomfortable nonetheless. He understood why: she was a demon. Well, half, actually. But still, he could sense it the moment he laid eyes on her. It wasn't so long ago that he had been an angel, and despite being fallen he still very much believed in the mission of God and his Angels. Sure, his life was horrible now, but it was he who did it to himself. He broke the rules, now he had to pay. So yes, being near the spawn of a demon made him incredibly on edge. She was rather beautiful, though. His gaze shifted suspiciously between her and the drink she'd brought him before he slowly reached out to accept the gift.

"There aren't many of your kind around here," she mused. She had a strange accent. Old English, perhaps? Yes, that sounded about right. Amitiel had visited Earth on many occasions during the time of Old English. She must have been at least 800 years old then. "What did you do?" Her brown, almost black, eyes gazed at him with such an intense curiosity it was almost unnerving.

"Pardon?" He wasn't quite sure what she was getting at, but he didn't think he liked it. She was asking questions, and that wasn't good. He knew demons could be very tricky and if he wasn't careful, she could find out he was unable to lie. Nothing good could possibly come from that.

The woman smiled, friendly and inviting as ever. "Why did you fall? Obviously you must've done something to piss off that dear old daddy of yours." That kind smile suddenly took on a sharp edge. "So tell me, fallen one, what did you do?"

Amitiel simply sat there, staring blankly at her gorgeous face. She was very forthright and to the point, which a part of him couldn’t help but admire. However, another, much larger, part of him felt terror grip his heart. Amitiel was once the angel of truth, and although he fell, he kept his gifts in his new life. He could tell when others were lying, but the downside was that he himself could never lie. He was literally incapable, so when a beautiful woman with a sharp tongue and lots of questioned started targeting him, it was only normal for him to begin to feel uncomfortable--especially considering she was in some capacity of demon blood.

The half-demon eyed him, annoyance clearly displayed on her face, but decided it best to move on. "You're a man of few words, aren't you?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued. "I'm Elora, by the way. Elora Dragov. What do I call you?"

Amitiel's response to her new question was very similar to that of her last one. He simply stared at her, feeling a scalding sense of discomfort and reluctance. He refused to tell her his angel name. That was too personal, too intimate. But he couldn't lie to her. He had to come up with something--and quick. Those seductive dark eyes were probing him, expectantly.

He thought about it for a moment and what came to mind almost immediately was the three fallen angels locked in a giant steel cage and drugged with demon's blood--all at the hand of Amitiel, of course. One of the fallen could see auras, and to remind Amitiel of his pain, the fallen often called him Grey, as was the color of his aura. The moniker was meant to be an insult, an incessant taunt, but now it seemed it could be a new beginning. "Grey," he responded with a slight nod.

Elora eyed him, expressionless. "I believe I once heard angels' names were supposed to be...refined, if you will," she commented. However, she then continued, saying with a shrug, "Then again, angels are also supposed to be incorruptible righteous beings." She let out a short-lived laugh. "You're living proof that's not true."

She wasn't wrong. And she wasn't lying. In fact, since the moment she'd walked into the tavern, she hadn't lied once. It was quite fascinating, actually. For a born sinner, she didn't seem to sin all that much. In fact, she seemed more curious than anything. But then again, Amitiel had witnessed curiosity become dangerous without warning in the past. "You ask too many questions, Elora." The fallen angel finally spoke, unprovoked. A plethora of emotions played across Elora's fine features: excitement, fascination, confusion, pride, and others. She'd gotten him to speak to her.

Elora grinned and gave him her best faux innocent facial expression. "Why, Grey, I have not the slightest inkling of what you're implying." But she did. Of course she did. She was quite intelligent--much more so than any of the men in that tavern. Except for, perhaps, Amitiel. "All I did was ask for your name."

"A name is a powerful thing," he chided with a wag of his index finger. Yes, indeed, the alcohol was beginning to loosen him up--for better or worse. He was a sort of comical drunk, the philosophical type, if you will. Somehow he always ended up trying to teach people about the world when he got a little alcohol in his system.

The mysterious brunette woman nodded thoughtfully and looked away for the first time, seeming to take his comment into deep consideration. Her dark brows even furrowed for a moment before she came to whatever conclusion it was she made. Grey would never know what that conclusion was, however, since she quickly changed the subject. "What brings you here, Grey? I've never once seen you wandering about this part of London--much less this tavern--so why now?"

This woman asked the strangest of questions. A part of him wanted to keep the three murderers he kept locked up in cages in an abandoned factory a secret. The other part of him realized this newfangled acquaintance was part demon and could, if not help him herself, refer him to someone that could help him come up with new ways of torturing his captives. Even then, he could always just use her blood to help keep the fallen subdued. At that thought, the latter part of his conscious won.

The tall empty shell of a fallen angel smiled, although 'smile' was a generous description of the expression. His beautiful, full lips twisted into a sneer. "Inspiration," he spat ironically and downed the rest of his mug of ale. Elora waved her slim hand in the air for more drinks without moving her gaze away from the broken man before her. Amitiel's gaze slowly but surely found its way back to hers, the emptiness now apparent.

Looking at the gorgeous exotic creature before him, he felt thick for his previous reluctance to enjoy her company. Since their interaction had began, she'd been more truthful to him than any angel he'd ever spoken to. Perhaps demonic spawn were not as horrible as he'd once been led to believe. Or perhaps the truth wasn't as black and white as he'd always thought.

A small man with a patchy beard scuttled over then, placing new drinks on the table before scampering away from the engrossed duo. Amitiel watched the man, but Elora was watching Amitiel, brows furrowed and mouth pursed in thought. "I don't suppose I could be of any assistance...?" she offered, voice quiet with caution. She wasn't quite sure what she was getting herself into, but she figured, whatever it was, it would definitely be interesting.

She was part demon, surely she could help him torture fallen angels. Hell, she may even be better than he was. Demons had a natural affinity for such things, did they not? "How do you feel about torture?" he asked with a cautionary glance about the tavern. The last thing he needed was the whole city of London knowing a fallen angel was keeping three others locked up as his personal punching bags.

Elora's regal face crumpled in confused awe. A perfectly shaped eyebrow twitched as she tried to figure out if Grey was serious or not. It only took her a moment to see he was. The pure, unadulterated hatred that burned in those otherwise emotionless grey eyes was enough to jumpstart Elora's pulse and send it into overdrive. She hadn't felt such joy in centuries.

A slow smile grew on Lora's face, emanating malice. Her eyes lit up with a threatening gleam. It seemed the very thought of violence or evil made the woman want to jump up and do a little happy dance. "I thought you'd never ask." It was clear Elora would be an asset simply from her excitement alone. Anyone that enthusiastic about anything was bound to put in valuable work.

Something of a smile tugged on the corner of Grey's mouth. This would be a nice change: having a companion of sorts. He'd been alone in torturing these abominations for so long. The presence of a woman such as Elora would be refreshing, indeed. Grey stood then, tossing golden coins onto the underwhelming rotten wooden box that had acted as a table for the pair and restoring his hat atop his head, where it belonged. He motioned toward the lopsided open door of the pub with a gloved hand, suggesting their departure into the desolate darkness that awaited them. "This way, Miss Dragov."

Starting Over

I suppose since I’m starting a new tumblr page I should introduce myself... 

My name is Brittany. I’m 28 years old and I live in a little podunk town in Indiana. I am a bonus mom to two incredible little girls. My heart belongs to their father, Tim, who undoubtedly is my soul mate (1,000,000%). I’m a beer loving Gemini who likes concerts, Chicago Cubs baseball, and video games. I love all food and summer is my favorite season. I absolutely LOVE making people laugh and I’ve got a handful of tattoos displayed on various parts of my body that mean the world to me. I love expressing myself through words so, if I’m happy, sad, mad, scared, nervous, etc. you’ll read about it here. So follow my daily posts if you choose. I can’t guarantee you’ll like them but maybe they’ll help you out in some weird indirect way. 

If I have to be honest... this blog is going to contain a lot of lovey-dovey posts regarding my man so, if that isn’t something you want to consistently read about then I suggest moving on elsewhere. I love being in love and I love sharing with the world how in love I am. Especially because I never thought I’d find my “prince charming.” Turns out he’s really just a good ole’ country boy who raises chickens, fixes everything on his own, cans his own food & preserves, and drives a truck. Did I mention he has a beard and he’s sexy as all get out? Oh! And he has tattoos... 

Wait.. oops... sorry, had to wipe up my drool. 

So anyway, I’m about to bust out with story time right meow so get your snacks and drinks because it’s gonna take me a little bit...

Alright, so, I always believed that at the age I’m at now I would be married, possibly starting my own family, and living in the stereotypical all American white picket fenced house. Boy was I wrong. I fell in love for the first time when I was in the 8th grade. I thought for sure we’d be together forever. We dated for a year before our relationship came to an unexpected end. By that I mean, my Grandma (she raised me) told me we couldn’t be together anymore because she found out I lost my virginity to him. Whoops! That relationship is still up in the air as to whether or not it would’ve lasted. I’m glad it didn’t but I’m still curious to know how long we would’ve been together had it not ended prematurely. Then I dated one guy from 10th grade until we graduated college. I also thought we’d be together forever but as we got older we just changed into two completely different people who wanted different things out of life. He wanted to live the city lifestyle and move away from family and friends to pursue his career in accounting. I cherish family and friends more than anything so that was my first sign that we probably wouldn’t last. Sure enough, I broke up with him and moved back home while he found someone new, got married, and moved to Indianapolis. 

Okay... so serious relationship #1 & #2 were epic fails. But you live and you learn, right?

On to relationship #3 --- This one was unexpected. That was a good thing because one piece of advice my grandmother always gave me was to never go looking for a relationship. She would always say that the good ones would come to me. The fact that I unexpectedly met him in a bar may or may not have been a sign that our relationship wouldn’t last forever either but hey, a lot of good people hang out in bars so I went with it. Actually, looking back on the whole scenario leading up to us dating, it all should’ve tipped me off but whatever, it is what it is. Again, I met future BF #3 in a bar. I was standing at the bar ordering shots with a friend and excitedly telling him about a concert I was going to the next night. There was either a live band playing in the bar that night or the music was just really loud. Either way, I was talking louder than normal so my friend could hear me. Future BF #3 was already drunk at this point and apparently didn’t like how loud I was being so, as politely as he could, he told me to “shut the fuck up because I can’t hear myself think.” CLASSY! I should’ve poured my drink on his head right then and there but I was poor then and I couldn’t afford to waste my drink... that I couldn’t afford, haha! I gave him a look and proceeded to walk away when I felt a death grip around my right arm. It was so strong the momentum of me walking the opposite direction made me spin around only to face the same idiot who, 30 seconds prior, gracefully told me to shut my trap. He began drunkenly apologizing and for whatever reason I let it slide. I’m not sure if it was because of his blue eyes, his beard, or his rugged good looks in general but something about him calmed me despite how rude he previously was. He bought me a drink and we talked for the rest of the night until he went home. The buffoon wasn’t even going to ask me for my number until I offered it. THEN, he didn’t even contact me for almost three weeks after the fact. If that wasn’t the second red flag I don’t know what was. To make an already long story shorter, we dated for 4.5 years. We moved in together after year one and he proposed to me on May 12, 2017. Our wedding was set for June 9th, 2018 but it never happened. Why? Because he was heartless. OR his heart was sooooo buried within him that it was impossible for him to express emotions or show any form of affection whatsoever. Anyone who knows me knows I’m a very lovable person. I love telling people I love them. I love hearing people tell me they love me. I love kissing and hugging and holding hands. I love small romantic gestures like random love notes and just because flowers. Typical woman shit. BF #3 DID NONE OF THESE THINGS. He never told me he loved me unless I said it first. He hated holding hands. It took years before he’d kiss me in front of his friends and family and even then he acted like it caused him physical pain whenever it happened. It got so bad that towards the end, in the comfort of our own private home, he would turn his head away when I’d lean in to kiss him. He actually had the nerve to ask me one time why I like kissing so much. SERIOUSLY? Being engaged to marry this man, I had some serious self-exploring to do. Could I live with that for the rest of my life? Definitely not. And it wasn’t like I just up and left him. Over the period of our relationship, I had expressed my sadness with him many times. He had plenty of opportunity to try harder... if he really loved me. He claimed he did yet it never bothered him how sad I was. If I cried about anything he would make me feel stupid for it. Sometimes, just to spend time with him, I go out into the garage when he’d be working on something. In an effort to try and learn about the things he was interested in I’d ask him to teach me about engines or whatever it was he was working on. Instead of it being an actual learning experience, it always turned out to be him belittling me because things he thought I should already know (as if they were common sense) I didn’t know and that would just wear his patience thin. Not that it wasn’t thin already. Someone who loves you just doesn’t do that to you. I was constantly walking around him as if I were on eggshells because I never wanted to upset him, or make him say things to me that would make me hate myself or feel terrible about myself. My self-esteem was at an all time low with him. Finally, one day, I woke up. I told him I wasn’t happy anymore and I wanted to go stay with my grandma for a little while to think about things. In that process, I started a new job. At that new job is where I met future boyfriend #4... aka: soul mate.

Soooo... I’d be lying if I said BF#4 didn’t help get me over the final hurdle of officially breaking it off with BF #3. He was going through marital problems himself and at first we relied on one another to vent. We kind of were going through the same thing so it was nice to have someone to talk to when it seemed like there was no one else. It didn’t hurt that he was gorgeous either ;) After a little bit of time it was plain to see that there was something special between us. He made me feel like no other man in my life had ever made me feel. We genuinely belly laughed together. We genuinely cared about the others feelings and where abouts. He looked at me like I had never been looked at before. And his eyes had such a kindness to them. It was hard not to fall in love with his eyes. We quickly realized that we were falling for each other and we had to decide if we really wanted to start a relationship together or not. At one point in time he tried ending whatever we were thinking maybe his marriage had one last thread of hope for lasting. Needless to say, I woke up 8 hours later with messages on my phone from him so even he couldn’t deny that there was an unbreakable bond between the two of us. At that moment we decided to take a leap of faith with one another. I told BF #3 it was officially over and future BF #4′s (then) wife moved out and filed for divorce. I think about six weeks later BF #4 gave me a house key and asked me to move in. He told me he loved me first about two weeks before that. To an outsider, our relationship moved at lightening speed and I’d be lying again if I said we didn’t think it was moving quickly ourselves but we weren’t scared of it. We took it on full force and have been moving along with it ever since. He is 3000% opposite of BF #3. He holds my hand EVERYWHERE. He wraps his arms around me while I’m standing at the sink washing dishes or cook dinner at the stove. He makes me coffee every morning while I’m getting ready for work. He bought me Old Style when baseball season started because he knew it was a personal tradition of mine to drink one while watching the Chicago Cubs home opening game. He pays attention to little details, like when I run out of my favorite wine/beer because he’ll buy me more every time. He tells me he loves me every day, multiple times a day. He also throws in daily compliments about how beautiful I am or how happy I make him. He never denies my kisses. Sometimes I think I don’t give him enough of them because we kiss so often. He texts me in the middle of the day to ask me how everything is going. He kisses my forehead. He does things with me even if it may not be something he’s totally into. He laughs with me. He believes in me. He makes me want to be a better woman. He’s made me the mother I always wanted to be. Maybe not the traditional way but that’s completely okay with me. He inspires me. He motivates me. He dances with me in the kitchen while he’s making me dinner (which he does almost every night). He helps me with household chores. He teaches me new things WITHOUT belittling me and making me feel stupid. He’s patient with me. He helps me and I help him. We are a perfect team. When/If we disagree we talk it out. We don’t throw fits and go days without speaking. He recognized that communication wasn’t his strong suit in his last relationship and he’s made it a point to focus on that skill with me and I’d say he’s phenomenal about it. We never go to bed mad at one another, that’s for sure. We joke together. We simply have fun together. He’s the hardest working man I know. He’s smart, funny, caring, loyal, trustworthy, and so on... there are millions of ways to describe him. Overall, he’s nothing short of amazing. I ask myself every morning when I wake up what I did to deserve him. 

Deep down I always knew I deserved a love like this. The last relationship I was in slightly blinded me of that but I was able to find my way back and I was lucky enough to meet the man who I undoubtedly, with my whole heart call my soul mate. It’s been a short but exciting road with him so far and like they say, “when you know, you just know.”

I definitely know.