#it was nice but i couldn't take a lot of photos because i was very hot and also there were so many people omfg
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Somebody's Watching Me
!StalkerEddie !FemReader
Summary:It's your second year in college and the stranger at your school is your secret stalker.
Warnings:Stalking,home invasion,smoking
𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐
While you were studying,your phone ringed and an unknown number was calling you. You would never answer these calls before,but you had a lot of acquaintances at school and since you were in charge of most of the activities,other students was calling you often. You answered the phone "Hello." there was nothing from the other end. Thinking there might be a line outage,you repeated "Hello?" there was no sound again. You just knew that the other person was a man. Because he was breathing with a deep voice,he was doing it intensely.You stayed silent for a few seconds and hanged up the phone and looked at the time. It was almost your bedtime and you got up from your desk and walked towards your window. There was a bus stop right in front of your house and a man was sitting at bench. You didn't care because it wouldn't be right to watch someone on the street through your window. You closed your curtains and walked towards your bed.
You almost had a nervous breakdown while getting ready for school at next morning. You couldn't find the black blouse you always wore. It was a rather small and thin piece and would often get lost among your other clothes. You would have been late for school if you kept looking for that blouse,so you grabbed another shirt and quickly walked to the bathroom.
"I was almost going to cry!" Jessica laughed at you "Don't exaggerate,it's just a blouse." You looked at her and sat down at one of the tables in the cafeteria "Yeah,but it's annoying losing my stuff especially when I'm about to be late Jess" you said. Every year there was a student passport photo shoot at your school,and today was one of those days. After the meal,you and Jessica went to the area where you would take photos and started waiting in line. Students in the photography club were taking your photos,and they also took care of the album for each graduating year. When it was your turn, you sat on the small stool and fixed your hair. There was a long-haired boy you'd never seen before,you couldn't even see his face properly because he put the camera viewfinder to his eye as you sat down.
He took your picture a few times and you blinked involuntarily when the flash went off. He moved the camera away from his eye and looked at the photo "I'm so sorry my eyes are very sensitive." you said. "It's okay" he spoke as he adjusted the lens without looking at you. You could barely hear his voice,you looked at his hands as he readjusted his camera. He had a tattoo and a chain bracelet. Afterwards he took the picture again. You stood up from the chair and when you looked at the boy again,you couldn't see his face again, his long hair was covering his face when he bowed his head. After Jessica got on the bus,you put on your headphones and started walking home. Two of you had homes in different places and you lived quite close to the school. You and Jessica had lost track of time in the library and it was already dark.
Spring was coming and the weather was very nice. When you saw the cats next to the garbage,you walked towards it and took out the cat food that was always in your bag. The cats were starting to come to you and you smiled "Mommy is here" You bent down and started feeding the cats. Your headphones were still on and after a few seconds,you quickly looked back because of the strange and scary feeling you felt behind you. There was no one around,whenever you went for a walk alone you had the feeling that someone was following or watching you. Even though a few minutes had passed,you couldn't shake that uncomfortable feeling and you decided to leave.
When you came home,you were face chatting with Jessica and cooking at the same time. You opened your window and curtains to prevent the smell of oil. A few minutes later,you paused with the flash light coming from outside. "What the fuck was that?" Jessica asked "What?" while you continued to look outside "There was a light coming from outside, could someone have taken my photo?" you said with fear. Jessica laughed “Why would anyone take your photo?” you closed your curtains "I don't know". "It must be a UFO" Jessica said. Jessica liked to joke about things like this,but you knew this situation was nothing like that. Whenever you were under such a stress like that,something came out from under. That night,you couldn't concentrate on anything because of that stress and fell asleep while watching a movie.
When you woke up,you realized you already missed class time. You got angry at yourself and got up from your bed while swearing. You were already late for school so you took a shower,got dressed and went out to enjoy your day. There was a beautiful park near your house and you exercised there every weekend. Since you slept late last night,you were only going for a run today. While you were jogging through the trees with your headphones on,you couldn't take away that feeling inside you. Your neighborhood was not that safe place and had to be cautious of everything. At the same time,you were thinking about the fact that maybe these were your ridiculous theories. Music couldn't relax you so you called your sister. You were running at a fast pace while continuing to talk with her. After a few minutes,you got tired and sat down on one of the benches and continued talking to your sister. At that time you were just talking to your sister,unaware that dozens of photos of you were being taken.
1 Week Later
This year's albums are almost ready to be released. Members of each club had their photos taken, but no one showed up for the music club you were in. Sam put down the guitar he was holding and looked at you "You should ask the photographers,they missed us" You looked at Sam "But I don't know any of them". "There's a darkroom downstairs next to the lab." Emma said. You took a deep breath, "Okay, I'll ask one of them."
After your rehearsal was over,you went to the place Emma described and found the room used by the photographer students. You walked in without letting much light in and looked around. Everywhere was red,it was a very interesting place but there was no one there. While the students were away,you started to look around more closely. You went to the corner of the room and were horrified when you looked at the photos hanging on small pegs. They were all your photos,from a few months ago or even 5 months ago. While cooking in the kitchen, feeding the cats,relaxing in the park and jogging,changing your clothes.Your head was starting to spin and your body was getting hot, you held on to the table next to you because you felt like you were going to faint,your stomach was starting to feel nauseous. Anxiety was taking over your entire body. A few seconds later,the door opened. White asnd red light mixed together. The last thing you remember was a boy approaching you,you had a panic attack and fainted.
𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐𖤐
Pt.2 is soon♡♡
#eddie munson#joseph quinn#eddie munson oneshot#eddie munson x reader#stranger things fic#eddiemunsonx#eddie munson x female reader#stalker
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superbloom :)
#living in california has it's perks sometimes#it was nice but i couldn't take a lot of photos because i was very hot and also there were so many people omfg#this is at the carrizo plain btw if u wanted to check it out you better go quickly! scary roads though be very careful#and download an offline map#it's very pretty even without the superbloom happening though
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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐌𝐄𝐍 —
a small series of Jujutsu Kaisen men as your husband !
☆ OUR STARS : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Choso Kamo, Aoi Todo, Toji Fushiguro, and more !
━ REQUESTED BY : none
━ WARNINGS : none
ෆ PIXIE'S NOTE ! : were back again at daily posting 🙏🏻 to my pookies who supported me, y'all made me giggle and kickin' my feet in my bed last night 👉🏻👈🏻 love lots!
GOJO SATORU, as your husband !
• Gojo being your husband is no different from being your boyfriend — he still gotta be that same person you dated few years ago, though he became more serious about situations and decisions because you guys are married but his goofy, annoying, clingy side is still there — I mean when he met you and been with you for like two weeks your caller name is already set as 'wifey'.
Gojo who totally acts like a mom when you leave for work, he is like a freaking HOUSEWIFE —
"honey!" he sings as he walks into the living room seeing you brush your hair Infront of the mirror, getting ready for work. "hmm?" you responded and quickly turns your head at him — he's wearing a this is what an awesome husband looks like apron which made you too stunned to speak, "I created a bento for you." he smiles as he hands out a nicely wrapped bento box which was really new to you because it's always you who keep creating bentos for him, usually when he leaves for a mission.
"thank you, honey." you say softly with a warm smile as you accept his bento that he specially created for you, he can't help but to feel like a love sick teenager seeing you smile like that. He officially takes the position of being a housewife 🫡
Gojo who couldn't stop talking about the future he wants with you like nonstop — this man would talk about having three million carbon copy of him with you and would name them after megumi, yuji, nanami and basically all of his friends, students, and dead relatives 🏃🏻♀️💨 — I FEEL LIKE HE GOTTA BE THAT TYPE OF PERSON.
Gojo always flexes you everyday and YOU are his hyper fixation — argue with the wall, he gotta be the type of man to say "she's my wife." randomly when he's talking to an old friend he haven't seen for a long time. HE WILL BE THE HUSBAND WHO YOU WILL SEE WEARING "I LOVE MY WIFE" TYPE OF SHIRT WITH THE UGLIEST FONT AND PHOTO TEMPLATE EVER. Once a person mentions your name he ain't gonna shut the fuck up.
I just know this marriage go'n be like Ryan Reynolds and Blake Lively's relationship 🙏🏻 ABSOLUTELY RANDOM TEXTS FROM HIM, UPDATING YOU TOO MUCH.
2:32 pm
gojo : shitting at the mall cuz i don't have anywhere to shit on.
gojo : [sent an attachment]
gojo : i miss you my wife, my beautiful wife.
gojo : [sent an attachment]
gojo : [sent an attachment]
gojo : your very handsome husband ❤️
2:40 pm
you : stop spamming me messages love, im at work 🙏🏻
gojo : why? is it turning you on 😏
you : that's a photo of your feet.
Gojo who became a seriously hands on person when you told him that you're pregnant — when he has missions with yuji, megumi, or maybe nobara and you told him that you're very tired to do anything today he will be like,"okay kids, I got to go I have important things to do." and dashed away before they could say something and mf arrived at yalls house within a second.
Gojo who cried when he carry his baby for the first time, he was sobbing like hell — girl dad? boy dad? BRO HE IS BOTH ‼️ "okay we'll name this one suguru and this one-" he is going to come up with the most ridiculous names, probably the worst one was his dead ancestor.
okay seriously, Gojo would be a full time dad after his children were born — he will always stay at home as much as he can, having twins isn't easy plus he's trying to help you with his full power and make sure you don't feel alone through this.
"gojo.." you grumble as you felt his presence disappearing next to you at bed, you open your eyes and sees he wasn't there which led you to stand up and start looking for him — you walk out of the bedroom and noticed that the twin's bedroom door was open so you check it out.
in your suprise, gojo was in the rocking chair with the twin's in his arms peacefully sleeping and he is snoring like hell. You can't help but smile seeing this moment, it warms you heart. You quickly grabbed your phone and took a quick photo, this is what you exactly wished for.
Gojo who couldn't stop posting you and his little angels and his fans are absolutely living for it, it's like his day wouldn't complete without posting cute photos of his angels and of course, you as well. Gojo is indeed a Facebook mom —
; gojosatoru
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 2 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: The collection of letters that Bradley received from the fourth grade class provides him with entertainment while deployed. He takes the time to answer their questions and send a package back to the United States via air mail. But he has your email address. He also has a bit of a crush and some questions himself.
Warnings: Fluff, language
Length: 4100 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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A few days later, when Bradley was done with his training protocols for the day, he returned to his bunk with a different mission in mind. While he unzipped his flight suit, he eyed the box which was taking up most of his nightstand, and a smile found its way to his lips. He managed to find a notebook that nobody wanted along with a thick, padded envelope, and he was going to take the time to respond to the fourth graders who wrote to him.
He'd spent hours poring over the letters, laughing at some of the questions from the kids and frequently picking up that one photo. He couldn't stop going back for more. For another look at you. Just one more look. Okay, this really was the last one. He had to toss it across the small room toward his duffel so he could focus on something other than your smile and the fact that he might have a tiny crush on a fourth grade teacher who knew absolutely nothing about him. Yet.
The note from Jayden was on the top, and Bradley opened it up and started to jot down a response.
Jayden,
It was so nice to hear from you and the rest of your class. To answer your pertinent questions, I am currently stationed on the USS Theodore Roosevelt. The most disgusting food in the mess hall is easily the cabbage rolls (which taste nothing like cabbage... or rolls). The best food in the mess hall is surprisingly the meatloaf. And yes, I would love to see a photo of your Cocker Spaniel. Please send one next time. I hope you're studying and doing your best in school.
Lt Bradley Bradshaw
The next note he decided to tackle was the one from Violet who had the tiniest handwriting he'd ever seen. The page had at least fifteen questions written out, but he decided to answer just a few for her. He had to squint as he skimmed through them again.
Violet,
You seem very inquisitive. That's a great quality to have, especially if you want to be a pilot someday. No, I did not attend the Naval Academy. I went to the University of Virginia. Yes, the Navy is way better than the Air Force. Yes, I can hold my breath underwater for three minutes. Yes, they actually made me do it. No, I don't think I could make it as a Navy SEAL. Yes, I have been staying hydrated and getting enough sun, thanks so much for asking. Keep studying hard, because you have a lot of school ahead of you before officer training.
Lt Bradley Bradshaw
Okay, so this was actually a lot of fun. Up next was a response to the note from Oliver, which made Bradley laugh every time he looked at it.
Oliver,
Thank you so much for drawing the different Naval aircrafts for me. I hate to break it to you, but I actually do not fly the F-35 Lightning II. Yes, I know they look 'sickeningly cool'. Yes, I know it would be like 'slam dunking off the back of a dragon'. I guess I never knew I was jealous of those pilots until right now.... But I fly the equally cool if not quite as sickening looking F/A-18 Super Hornet. And yes, I would be more than happy to draw my own version of one for you. See below.
Lt. Bradley Bradshaw
The ten minutes he spent replicating his own aircraft to the best of his ability for Oliver churned out a pretty damn good result. He fished his phone out of the nightstand and took a picture to email to Nat when he had time, because she would find this whole thing amusing. Then he reached for the letters from Harrison, Nia and Jackie. He wrote his responses, and after a bit, he had a decent sized stack of letters all ready to go back to the fourth graders.
After a few more days, he worked his way through the entire class, and each kid would soon have a handwritten response on the way. He just needed to figure out what he wanted to say to you. The pretty teacher from the class photo that he now kept tucked in with his personal items. He worked on that one last, writing your full name at the top of the page and wishing you didn't go by the very non-specific Ms. which gave him zero clue as to whether or not you were married.
The package you sent was the nicest piece of deployment mail I have ever received. Thank you. I'm lucky it ended up in my hands. I'm impressed by how much all of your students have learned about aviation this year. I just hope I did them justice in regards to the questions they had for me.
I also hope you don't mind that I replied to each kid individually. They had some very amusing stories and questions, and I wanted to acknowledge all of them. But there was one question in particular that I was asked so many times, I thought I'd answer it here instead. My call sign is kind of a silly one, so it's okay if you all laugh. I go by Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw, and my helmet is mostly red, yellow and black.
Your kids seem like a fun bunch, but I bet they keep you on your toes. Feel free to let them know they can write back to me again, but please include my name on the package this time. I don't know that I'd be lucky enough to have it fall into my hands again by chance. I'll just be here somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean for a few more months, ready to answer any questions you throw at me. Hope to hear back from you soon.
Yours Truly,
Lt Bradley Bradshaw
The following day, he packed everything up and dropped it off with the rest of the ship's outgoing mail. There was a rumor that a helicopter would be coming to pick it up in the next day or two, and he wanted to make sure it got back to California and those fourth graders as soon as possible. On his way back to his bunk, Bradley stopped by the lounge to see if there was an iPad free, hoping to send a quick email or two. He was in luck. He also happened to have your email address memorized.
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You yawned at your desk and checked the time on your computer. Within the next ten minutes, your classroom would go from silent solitude to mass chaos, so you took a minute to clear out your email inbox. You had a few messages from some parents and a reminder about Spirit Week from the superintendent. And a random piece of junk mail that must have slipped through the spam filters. You didn't know anyone with a US Navy email address, and you didn't know anyone named Bradley Bradshaw.
As you closed your laptop, you gasped and tried to pry it back open again as quickly as you could. The Navy! The package you sent a few weeks ago! Maybe it was someone writing back to your class! Of course it could just be someone saying they were sorry that they didn't have time to engage with your students, but you figured even that was better than nothing.
"Come on," you whispered, entering your credentials again before your inbox reappeared on your screen. The email was just a few lines long, but it was addressed to you by name. You were smiling immediately as you read it.
I just wanted to let you know that I got the mail you sent to a deployed Naval Aviator. There's a package on its way to your school for your class. It should arrive in about a week or two. Your fourth graders provided me with several hours of entertainment, and I hope they find my answers to their many (and amusing) questions useful. Thanks for the laughs, and thanks for the photos, too. Can't tell you how much I've been enjoying them. Hope to hear from all of you again.
Yours Truly,
Lt Bradley Bradshaw
You squealed and pumped your fists in the air. Someone actually got the box! And he actually responded! The other, older teachers thought you were just wasting your time when you deviated from the lesson plans a bit. Literally all of them said there was no way anyone would write back, even though you took the time to go through the proper channels at Top Gun on North Island. But now you could rub it in their faces, all thanks to Bradley Bradshaw who sounded like he'd had as much fun with this whole thing as your class had.
Then your day really started as Violet and Oliver burst into your classroom, calling out your name with excitement in their voices. The rest of your kids followed behind them, already asking about the plans for the day and what kind of adventure you'd be taking them on in each subject.
When you clapped your hands twice and said, "Good morning," they all clapped and replied with their own greeting, and then they sat quietly with their gazes fixed on you. "Guess who I just got an email from!"
"The president!"
"My grandma!"
"My Cocker Spaniel!"
"Oliver's grandma!"
You just shook your head and tried not to laugh as you said, "None of the above. But do you remember when we wrote and packed up those letters for a real aviator in the military to read?" Most of the kids nodded, so you added, "Well, he emailed us! And he sent us some mail that should arrive in about a week!"
And telling them that was a mistake. Because you didn't know a moment of peace after that. Every morning, you had kids rushing into the room to see if the promised piece of mail arrived yet. Every day you had to disappoint them, but you were finding yourself a little disappointed, too. You wanted to know what this Bradley Bradshaw guy sent back.
You'd responded to his initial email letting him know you and the kids in your class were delighted to hear from him and that you would let him know when the mail he sent arrived at your school. He didn't respond, but you figured he was busy. Too busy to constantly muck about with your class while he was thousands of miles away on a deployment.
And that was what left you standing at your desk with your mouth hanging open in awe when the padded envelope did finally arrive one morning. Because when you carefully cut it open, you found not just one letter to the class but individual handwritten notes, one for each child.
"Wow," you whispered, pulling the note with your name written on the top out of the stack. This man seemed humble and sweet, and his letter made you laugh in more than one spot as you read through it. Then you read it again. He sounded apologetic about responding to each individual kid, but you felt like your insides were melting. Who would do that? Who would take the time to give individual attention to a bunch of nine and ten year olds besides you? And you were technically getting paid to do it.
Bradley Bradshaw seemed willing to continue to engage with your kids, and you weren't going to stop him. Because starting that morning, he became something of a legend to your class. A celebrity. A real lieutenant in the Navy replied to all of their silly questions, and their love of aviation just grew from there. You figured you were going to have to keep your lesson plans going a bit longer while their faces lit up as you walked around the room and handed them each their notes. You had taken the time to skim them beforehand, often laughing at his sense of humor which seemed to jump off the pages.
"Can we write back to him?" Jayden asked as everyone read their notes from Lieutenant Bradshaw. "I have more questions."
You smiled and nodded. "Yes, you may write back to him." Then you postponed your geology lesson until the next day and let them spend the next forty minutes writing some followup letters. You took some pictures of them diligently toiling away at their desks, excitement on their faces. Then you bit your lip and sat down at your own desk.
As you started to construct an email letting him know the envelope had arrived, your thoughts drifted to what he might be like. Humble and sweet, for sure. But he also made it a point to tell you that the box from your class was the best piece of mail he'd ever received while deployed. Maybe he was a little bit lonely. Maybe he was single. Maybe he was stationed on the west coast. Your thoughts started to get ahead of you, and it was hard to reel them in when you imagined him excited to see another email from you. Smiling when he was handed another box from your class during mail call.
Dear Lt Bradley Bradshaw,
We got the envelope from you today, and my kids are absolutely thrilled! I'm not sure if you know how hard it can be to wrangle eighteen fourth graders all at one time, but they are currently sitting quietly and working on new letters for you to read. Once again, please don't feel obligated to continue correspondence if you're too busy. I'm sure you have other people you could be writing to who want your attention as well. I just wanted you to know they are overjoyed that a Naval officer took the time to answer their questions about aviation.
I have attached some photos as proof that they are sitting still. Thanks again for making their day.
You signed your name at the bottom the way you always would from your work email account, and then you attached the photos. After a brief debate about adding the selfie you took with Violet where most of your face was visible, you decided to just go for it. Adding it to the mix wouldn't hurt anything. It wasn't like this semi mystery man would be up all night thinking about you.
But you found that you were still thinking about him when you went home to your silent house and made dinner that evening. Maybe he was a little bit lonely, but maybe you were, too.
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It was amazing how infrequently Bradley found himself thinking about Vanessa. He was busier now with his duties picking up a bit more as his deployment wore on, but even when he was tired and in his bunk at night, his thoughts seldom settled on her like he was afraid they might. He didn't miss her or her half-hearted emails, and he wasn't craving the connection of reunion sex with her.
Instead, he was thinking about what a group of fourth graders were learning about this week and what their cute teacher was up to. It had been a few days since you emailed him, letting him know that his package was delivered to your school. You made it sound like the kids were excited that he sent it in the first place, and when he really thought about it, he supposed some officers would have just eaten the snacks and tossed the notes in the trash.
He didn't reply to the email yet, still thrown off a bit by the pictures you attached. Your classroom was vibrant, and the kids were absorbed as they worked on more notes for him to read whenever they happened to be delivered to the carrier. But the photo with you in it held his attention longer than it should have. The fact that you were working at a school that was just a handful of miles from his damn house made him feel warm.
But what would he do about it? What could he do about it? Nothing. He didn't want you to think he was creepy. He still knew essentially nothing else about you. The only thing he could do was keep it friendly if not professional. Unless of course you did something to push the boundaries of conversation into a more personal realm. God, if you did....he didn't think he would be able to handle it.
The next day, when he was heading out on deck to talk to the mechanics who were doing regular maintenance on the aircrafts, he took his phone. "Hey, you mind if I take a few photos of some of the engine parts? I want to send them to a class of fourth graders who will think it's cool."
"Go ahead, Lieutenant," the head mechanic replied. Then he smiled and asked, "You dating a teacher?"
Well. Wouldn't that be something? Bradley would never run out of curious pen pals. He would always have some fourth graders to take interesting photos for and to send notes to. He'd always have a classroom to visit as soon as he got home from a deployment.
He couldn't help but picture you as the teacher.
"Nothing like that," he replied, his voice a little gravelly. "Just writing to some kids who are learning about aviation."
After dinner, when he had a chance to use an iPad in the lounge, he did his best to put together a response to your email that would at least hint at the curiosity he felt.
If all it takes is mail from three thousand miles away to get your class to sit quietly, then I should probably be writing to you every day. But I'm sure you're a great teacher. That's a given considering how much your students learned and shared with me. And I can assure you that I'm more than happy to take the time to write to your class. And you. Please don't think I feel obligated, because I do not. I want to.
I have attached a few pictures of some F/A-18 engine components as well as some of my cockpit controls. Each photo is labeled, but please let me know if you have any questions.
It was nice hearing from you.
Yours Truly,
Lt Bradley Bradshaw
As soon as he hit send, he wanted to kick himself. Should he have included a photo of his face like you had twice now? Or did he already sound too desperate to hear from you and your class again?
"Shit," he muttered, looking around the lounge as if there was going to be someone here proficient in the art of getting to know a fourth grade teacher without sounding stupid. But it was too late now. All he could do was wait for the next mail call or hope you decided to write back to his ramblings by the next time he checked his email.
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You were going to have to scrape your jaw off the floor. You had no idea what this man's face even looked like, but his hands were... something else. And his thighs... well, they were pretty great, too. It must have been too long since you got laid, because you were sitting at your desk in your classroom staring at the set of photos in your inbox, currently unable to look away from his right hand. It was wrapped around the throttle of his aircraft. It was elegant with attractive veins and rough calluses. You were sure that you were supposed to be focusing on the cockpit controls, but all you could see was that hand and his thick, muscular thighs below.
The next photo was no better for you. He was holding up his helmet with his call sign Rooster emblazoned across the front, and you were able to see his left ring finger. There was no wedding band. There was no evidence of an outline where a wedding band would belong. There was just his big, strong hand.
You whimpered softly while your students worked on their math tests. You couldn't help it as you took one last look before logging out of your email account. And now you needed to know if his face matched the very attractive image you had in your mind.
When Jayden called your name, you rocketed to your feet like you'd been caught red handed. "Yes?" you squeaked, your voice sounding higher pitched than usual.
"I'm done with my test. May I have the hall pass and use the restroom?"
You handed it to him as the rest of your class finished working through the math problems. A few minutes later, when you collected the papers from them, Violet asked, "When is Lieutenant Bradshaw going to write back to us?"
It had only been a few days since you mailed him the second box of notes and some more snacks, but it made you happy that they were all so invested in learning more from him.
"It will probably be a few weeks before we get anything in the mail. However... he did email me some pictures of engine and cockpit parts from the aircraft carrier for me to share with you guys." When you looked around the room, the kids were on the edges of their seats, excited expressions on their faces. With a laugh you added, "I was going to wait until tomorrow and use the projector to show them all to you, but if you're very well behaved for the rest of the afternoon, maybe I could pull them up on my computer for you to see them today."
Not two hours later, you were just as excited as the kids were to look at the photos... again. As they crowded around your desk, you opened up the first one of the cockpit to a barrage of questions.
"Is that really his jet?"
"Is that the throttle?"
"What do all the buttons do?"
"Was this right before he flew it?"
Once again you were distracted, but you managed to click over to the next photo, and the kids gasped in delight.
"His helmet is so cool!"
"It says Rooster!"
"That's his call sign!"
"Red is my favorite color!"
You just smiled softly and laughed. "Should we go ahead and start working on another list of questions for him?" you asked as you slowly scrolled through the rest of the pictures. "He said we can write back to him as much as we want to." When everyone cheered, you handed Oliver a marker and pointed to the board at the front of the classroom. "Let's start making a list."
You listened to all of your students call out questions for Bradley while Oliver wrote them down. Then Violet asked, "Can he send us a picture of his whole jet? From the outside of it?"
You cleared your throat and added, "Maybe he could get someone else to take the picture so he could stand in front of it. For size comparison."
Violet nodded, but you knew you were a fraud. Sure, it would be great for the kids to understand just how massive the F/A-18s were compared to an actual person, but you were the one who wanted to see all of Bradley. You were itching for it now.
Later that night, you drank most of a bottle of wine and did something you promised yourself you'd never do. You logged into your work email account after nine o'clock. You skipped over the handful of unread emails from parents and clicked on the icon to compose a new message. With your liquid courage goading you on, you typed up a response to Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw and hit send before you could think twice.
Thank you for the photos. They were very enlightening. We especially liked the ones where you were showing off your cockpit. Or I did, anyway. The kids liked all of them and started on another list of questions for you. Good luck getting rid of us now.
We were wondering if you could have someone take a picture of you standing in front of your jet. For size comparison purposes. And also because my students would like to know what you look like. Hearing from you makes our day even better.
You couldn't believe how forward you were being with this man who you'd never even met in person, but you fell asleep thinking about his hands and what they might be capable of.
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This Bradley makes me swoon. I've never wanted to be a fourth grade teacher so badly in my life. There is something that's starting to blossom between them even though they haven't even met in person. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
PART 3
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Can you please do a charles one where the reader and charles along with his family is having summer vacation and paparazzi is bothering them way too much and charles protecting her but as well as he can't keep his hands to himself always touching and kissing the reader and his family mainly Arthur and Pascale teasing him
A/N: We already know that Charles is protective of his people when it comes to the paps, so I have a wonderful idea for this
Being on vacation with the Leclerc family was your favorite part about summer break. You loved traveling with them as Arthur and Pascale loved teasing the middle child Charles, who grumbles and pouts at everything, like now.
"Charles, she's a person. Not a pillow, get off her." Charles grumbles as Mama Leclerc smacks her son with a pillow. Charles was laying in your lap while you all enjoyed the ocean, just swimming and having a nice lunch.
Charles was always touching you; he couldn't help it. He needed to be touching you so way and loved kissing you as well. This was something that Pascale and Arthur had no problem teasing you for. Sitting up, Charles frowns seeing a boat with a man and a very obvious camera.
"Y/n, promise me to be careful." You look up from your book, smiling. "Of course, I'm just reading." "I know, but someone is watching us. I don't want them to take advantage." Charles always worried about you. Especially when not too long ago you had taken your bikini top off.
You remained blissfully unaware of the cameras snapping photos, but they never saw anything too revealing as Charles was in front of you and then hugged you. It only caused a stir because others were on the boat and people called you horrible names. Ever since then, Charles has been super protective of you when it comes to the cameras.
Charles kissing your cheek. "Awwwwww," His eyes narrow hearing his mother and brother coo at the two of you. You giggle, as Charles can't help but place an arm around your shoulders. "Kill me now." He grumbles, irrupting more laughter from you.
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"There's a lot of them." He turns to see the way you seem to shrink in on yourself. The flashing lights almost blinding even from the car. Being back in Italy, meant that the media was in full force, as they aren't allowed in Monaco. "I know, baby. I can drive to the back if you prefer." Kissing your locked hands.
"No, no," You take another deep breath trying to calm yourself. "You have fans here as well, I can do this." Charles parks the car, quickly getting out and to your door. Except he gets bombarded that he can't even open the door.
"HEY!" Everyone goes still, Charles having never yelled at the media or fans before. "I'm trying to open her door, and if any of you push or shove no one get's an autograph or picture." Everyone steps back, Charles helping you out of the car.
"I'll be back." He tells everyone, you pressed tight to his chest as he escorts you into the building. "Stay here, stay safe. I love you." Charles kisses you and goes back out into the sea of people
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IT IS DONE (for now)
I finished the disco jacket I've been working on for ages. I might still change or add some more details but I'm really really happy how it turned out and I'm looking forward to actually wearing it
I tried to recreate the halogen watermark effect by using two different types of reflectors, using one as the background, cutting out the design from the other one, and sewing that onto the first one. That leads to a kind of cool effect when taking photos with flash:
For the phasmid, I cut out pieces from the first reflector material and painted on them with acrylics, then sewed them all together and onto the jacket. That the phasmid is an actual extra layer leads to a nice 3D-ish effect
I probably will add some more stuff, especially in the front side of the jacket -- but that might take me another 8 months, so I'm calling it done for now
I'm also going to take some photos of the jacket actually being worn soon
Some more progress pics under the cut:
This was my very first plan for the jacket -- I didn't really think about how exactly I wanted to make everything and hadn't even bought the actual jacket at this point so a lot of it turned out to be too much effort to make (for now) -- like the reeds at the bottom and the whole front part. Also I changed the text because A I couldn't find a good way to place the letters of sunrise parabellum and B "something beautiful is going to happen" just sums up the spirit of disco elysium so beautifully to me
Soooo when I finally got the jacket I started by making the reflector patches and then made a new plan for the rest of the jacket:
Then it was just a lot of work painting everything and sewing everything together. The reflector material is very sturdy so I hurt my fingers a lot making it, and after sewing on the first version of the phasmid I had to paint over the whole thing again to hide the damage sewing did to the paint as well as possible
I also put some work into trying to make it more durable by heat setting the paint and using some acrylic spray over the whole thing but I'm under no illusion that it would survive a washing machine, so hand wash it is
#disco elysium#disco elysium fanart#insulindian phasmid#fanart#acrylic#i made this art thingy#something beautiful is going to happen
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Who has the biggest social media following?
I think Sephiroth would either post every thought he has or he would post once every lunar month.
Genesis would have the highest quality camera, knowledge of all social media sites and plus being a queer.
Angeal could be an online dad who mostly posts/reblogs cute animals.
Lazard is legally obligated to have social media and post, he makes it well known to all.
Zack posts every 5 seconds and most of the time it is complaints or vague posts that scare Lazard.
Rufus has been a social media presence since he was five and he has dirt on all the most famous people.
Idk about Cloud.
• Sephiroth has the larger following, but he also has maybe 20 photos in total on his social media, and only one of those is of himself (a picturesque photo Angeal took of him in the mountains. Sephiroth posted it, thanking Angeal and complimenting his photography skills in the caption, but it quickly broke the internet and is one of the most liked images ever. He posts once every few months and it's usually obscure and done so only because PR nags him about his social media presence.
A photo of his food at a restaurant, a photo of his sword perched against the wall of his office, a box of chocolates with his face on it (a partnership Shinra did with a famous chocolate company that Sephiroth found amusing), a photo of a book he likes, several nature snapshots, a cat he saw in an alleyway and stopped to pet, and what was his favorite picture—a nice photo of him, Angeal and Genesis together that Lazard took. PR took it down because Genesis was throwing gang signs (he didn't know Sephiroth was going to post it)
Oh yeah, there was one other photo that had to be taken down.
*Lazard bursts into Sephiroth's office*
Lazard: I TOLD YOU TO POST A PICTURE OF YOURSELF WITH PRESIDENT SHINRA.
Sephiroth: I did.
*Lazard pulls up a picture of Sephiroth with the half-cropped out President Shinra*
Lazard: THIS ISN'T WHAT I MEANT.
Sephiroth: God I look stunning.
• Genesis is a close second in terms of following, a fact that will forever irk him—even though he acts like it doesn't bother him. He's very dedicated to his curated, themed social media feed filled with action shots of him in battle, photo ops of him attending events and plays, magazine cover shoots, countless book recommendations and walls of text where he's waxing poetic about Loveless. At a glance, one would think Genesis's life is effortlessly perfect, and that's exactly what he wants people to think.
But who needs reality checks when you're best friends with Sephiroth.
*Genesis posts a perfect mirror selfie alongside Sephiroth and Angeal, he captions it "We seek it thus"*
SephirothOfficial commented: He cried when he couldn't get the lighting right.
• Angeal is somewhere in the middle, and he's relatively normal about what he posts, preferring to showcase what his real life looks like. There's pictures of him with the Seconds, Thirds and select infantrymen he's befriended. He also posts his cooking proudly, and always makes sure to add the recipe in the caption of the photo. He even posts some post-workout photos of himself that garner a lot of attention. He posts proud pictures of his plants, and picturesque nature scenes from his missions. Angeal's social media is where you'll find lighthearted photos of his friends, as well as a heap of sillyness that has PR ripping their hair out every other week. But his ultimate sin is being the friend who has to take a photo of everyone's food before they eat.
*At the restaurant, Zack is slowly rocking back and forth*
Zack: I'm having unfriendly thoughts.
Sephiroth: Can we please eat now?
Angeal: In a bit. Let me just adjust take one quick picture of Gen's soup...and.....done!
Zack: THE GODS HAVE ANSWERED MY PRAYERS
Genesis: They all look a bit blurry.
Angeal: You're right. Let me start over.
*Zack starts sobbing*
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Any of the peeps from twst seeing their fem!SO in a dress for the first time!?
Hello, thank you for the ask! Ooh this is kinda cute, I'll go with a few characters for this one, hope you like it!
Azul, Riddle, Leona, Sebek, Deuce seeing their fem!s/o in a dress for the first time
Azul
He was treating you out to a fancy dinner at a restaurant downtown. He wanted you to dress in something nice, but he never knew you bought a dress recently and you were eager to try it out for the occasion.
When you met up with him at Mostro Lounge so you two could head out together, he almost fell over because he didn't expect to see you in a dress let alone looking so, goddamn BEAUTIFUL!
You could see his face slightly red, him adjusting his glasses, trying his best to stay calm after he nearly fell over. "Y-you look great," he stuttered, damn he cursed at himself for sounding so shallow. He wanted to give you so many other adjectives than just "great" but how was he going to find the right words when he couldn't even catch his breath?
You took his hand in yours, he thanked himself for having gloves on (otherwise his hands would've been too sweaty haha) and the two of you were off to have some good food. He tried his best to seem cool but you knew he was flustered. He was a bit possessive during the walk too haha, often holding or leaning closer to you when he thought someone was staring at you for too long
The dinner was nice, but in his opinion he really liked it because he was with you. He might ask you to wear a dress more often, saying that you look really nice in them. Yeah, he really couldn't take his eyes off of you throughout the entire night (almost dropping some of his food onto his clothes on multiple occasions too haha)
Riddle
You finally got to go to a tea party with him! He said there was no real dress code but you just had to wear something nice. He would've asked you to wear a dress because why not but he knew it was your own decision and left it to you.
Except you did come in a dress and caused him to turn beet red. He was about to just not go to the tea party because he was so red in the face but Trey laughed it off and said that you would be happy to see him this flustered
He tries his best to be composed, not look too awkward in front of you, but all he manages to say is "you look...really pretty," and awkwardly stretch out his hand so you can take it. You two walk over to a table and the tea party gets started
He doesn't talk a lot during the party, but he does have a lot of moments where he just stares at you. Cater has to snap him out of it when you've asked him a question but he just s t a r e s haha. Overall just know that he really likes you in a dress, he just has a hard time expressing it. Cater will take lots of photos of you two together
After the party is over, he'll walk you to Ramshackle mainly because he wants to continue talking but he also wants to see you in the dress for a bit longer. You might've offered to help clean up for the party as well, to which of course he will be very grateful for but won't let you do the work ("I can take care of it" he'll say)
He might ask you to wear a dress more often, perhaps he'll invite you to a fancy event again just so there is an excuse for you to wear one!
Leona
You were visiting his family. OMG the ROYAL FAMILY?! Leona said to wear whatever, saying he didn't care and his brother shouldn't either. But you were going to go in a nice dress and absolutely slay in the ballroom haha
The two of you explored Sunset Savannah together during the first day and you got to meet his family as well. It was during the second night when the party would be held (it was for an accomplishment of Farena's) and you were going as Leona's partner.
He saw you enter the ballroom and almost dropped his drink because he didn't expect to see you in a dress. He didn't think he would be at a loss of words when he saw you, nor did he think he could ever be flustered around you. "What do you think?" you smiled at him, giving a little twirl. "Er...yeah you look fine," he waved off. Shoot that wasn't what he meant to say, but he really didn't think he could find the words to describe how you looked. You could tell he was getting flustered
The two of you danced to a few songs too, but during those dances he found himself having a hard time looking at you in the eyes. He was shy, like this was the first time he met you. Of course he loved the way you looked, he was just overwhelmed by this feeling. He did smile at you softly a few times during the night, something really rare
After the party, the two of you took a walk outside. "You...you really are beautiful," he said while you two sat and gazed at the stars. "Ah, so you were just flustered!" you teased, poking him in the cheek. He sighed, pretending to be annoyed but wrapping an arm around you. Yeah, he was totally flustered
Sebek
There was a dance held in Malleus's home and you were invited because he really thought of you as an amazing friend. He also knew that Sebek and you were a thing now, so why not let you two have a dance together?
Sebek and you practiced a waltz together with Lilia's help. It was really fun, though the two of you probably would've liked doing freestyle dances more (he was too rigid for a waltz haha). Sebek was really nervous for the whole event, but he wanted to see you in a dress so he didn't object to going
On the evening on the dance, he wore a more traditional fae outfit, fitting for the occasion as well. But when you entered the ballroom you could've sworn all eyes turned to you. Sure, you were one of the only humans there, but Sebek knew it was also because you were the most beautiful person there.
He was at a loss of words. You were absolutely breathtaking. "Y/n!" he beamed, quickly walking up to you and giving you his arm so you could take it. Yeah, he was really happy to see you, he was also blushing a lot haha. "You look amazing," he tried to sound calm but with the way his voice shook you could tell he was nervous.
The dance itself was fun, though you two struggled with the waltz again haha. He introduced you to a lot of people, just telling everyone how amazing you are. "You should wear that dress more, it's really pretty on you," he smiled, awkwardly looking away for a moment while a blush bloomed on his face. You smiled and agreed, giving him a little kiss on his cheek (he almost fainted there too haha)
Deuce
You were going to a tea party at Heartslabyul because Deuce invited you and because you were curious what they were like after Riddle's overblot issue. He was really nervous that you wouldn't like it, but he didn't expect you to wear a dress to the event
When you appeared at the rose garden, everyone turned to look at you. "Yo Deuce, your girlfriend's here!" Ace shouted and Deuce came running into the garden with a few plates in his hands. He nearly broke them had it not been for Trey who caught them right before they fell haha
"Y-y/n, wow, um, you look amazing!" he stuttered, awkwardly trying thanking Trey for the plates and setting them on a nearby table. "Wow, um, yeah let's go find a seat," he smiled. He was really flustered
Ace teased Deuce for acting so awkwardly around you during the tea party. Deuce spilled tea on himself because he was too busy looking at you, he answered "yes" to a "should I get the cake or the tart" and forgot to respond to Riddle when he was asked a question. Overall, Deuce's attention was 150% on you for the entire day haha
After the tea party was over, Deuce said that he was going to walk with you to Ramshackle, telling Ace he would be back to help clean up soon. "Yeah be back soon lovebird!" Ace said as Deuce took your hand and the two of you headed back to your place. Deuce didn't say much about wanting you to wear the dress again, but he would love to see you in it one more time. He'll definitely be replaying scenes at the party in his head for a good month haha
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Hello, I’ve been unable to watch the NYCC panel but I see everywhere that is was awful and weird?!?! What actually happened ? Could you make a little recap for people like me who didn’t get to see it? Thank you!
I'll try my best ✌️ this is just the impression I got though (and sorry this got long lmao)
it was awkward because they weren't allowed to talk about ofmd, which made the whole thing seem more and more ridiculous as it went on. in addition, they had to do a sort of game where they were asked questions like "who is the most likely to do [x]" and then write a name on a board and reveal it at the same time. this could've been fine for maybe 10 minutes but they had them do it for the whole hour.
the issues with this game were that 1) the questions were very "generic corporate ice breaker questions", 2) they spent a lot of time in silence writing down, and 3) when a question finally did lead to stories or conversation, it was quickly shut down in order to move on to the next boring question and writing in silence.
they could've asked them about non-struck work (Rhys even brought up the books he's written several times and it wasn't followed up on), they could've collected and vetted fan questions beforehand, they could've just let them talk idk, they could've found a more fun game or ditched the boards (one of my fav moments was Rhys saying something like "I have a mic, why do I have to write it down?" honestly this would've made it 25% less boring lmao).
adding to that, there were sound issues meaning that Con and Rhys couldn't hear what was going on a lot of the time. Rhys said it again and again and nothing was done about it.
you could just tell how frustrated they all were and what this panel could have been if not for the shitty studios refusing a fair deal for the actors. I think the cast did what they could, and there were some sweet and funny moments. but it was clear that Rhys was pissed about not being able to talk about what they all wanted to talk about (I felt bad for everyone but especially for him).
they did a whole "ha ha we were all in New Zealand at the same time what a coincidence" thing and Rhys said that (paraphrased) if only they could be paid fairly, they could create something great with all the talent in the room, going off on the studios for a bit. it was honestly a bit of a relief for someone to voice it (to me, it felt like someone had to say something lmao and he did).
in the end they got a question about fantasy worlds. Rhys said he already lived in a fantasy world in his head and it was nice, though this was one of the odder moments. Matt and Nathan basically agreed and said it was all very weird (in different words). Rhys then said fantasy worlds are important because the real world is shit right now and there's no denying it; that in fantasy worlds we can all love each other and use kindness; and it's important to keep creating and believing in them until the real world becomes like that too.
and then he said "goodnight" (= "fuck this shit I'm out"), got up, put on his sunglasses, and started beat-boxing and rapping saying "why can't we talk about the show". their time had run out anyway, he said it had certainly been an experience, that he couldn't hear much of what was going on, and they all thanked the audience and it ended ✌️
anyway this is just my take and I hope SAG-AFTRA get a fair deal soon so the cast can celebrate the show with us like they so clearly want to. I also hope Matthew Maher does more panels after this (it was his first I think!) despite it being such a weird experience because he was great to watch!! anyway they're all happily doing photo ops and autographs now I guess 🤸
(if you want to watch there is a way)
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Going out on a Date with Albert Wesker Headcanons
Notes: No one asked for this but I decided to this anyways 😈 enjoy.
VERY CLICHÉ BUT I CAN'T HELP IT, BECAUSE HE WOULD DO THESE THINGS 😭
No Gender Specified for everyone to enjoy.
Photo belongs to me
Cw: NSFW mentioned
Wesker is old fashioned, there's no doubt in that. Really, he is. He knows how to treat you well, a fine gentleman.
It's one of those things that came to him instantly— A man who was so drawn into his work, it didn't take a lot to please people. Plus, he reads, knows people well. Especially you.
When you heard Wesker was taking you on a date— You was so happy and quickly said yes.
You was afraid you'd be stood up which happened quite frequently in the past, You waited anxiously in the town, nicely dressed. Watching everything around you.
Until he came along dressed in his finest suit, the suit you always loved...
He was holding a bouquet of flowers, or if flowers weren't your thing he'd bring your favorite chocolate or a little sentimental gift.
"Of course I came why wouldn't I?"
His voice comforted you, he reassured you that he wouldn't miss the date for the world. And so he took your hand, kissing it before taking you to the restaurant.
He kept this under wraps, telling you it was a surprise. Taking you to an extravagant five star restaurant.
Of course Wesker opened the door for you, allowing you to go in first before he did.
The food, drinks, interior, it was out of this world. You could even see and watch the cooks cooking peoples food, you couldn't believe it.
Wesker pulled the chair out for you to sit down, gently pushing you in before he would take his seat across from you.
Even when you looked at the Menu, there were so many options you could choose. You didn't know where to start.
"Get whatever you want my love, don't worry about the price."
He'd reassure you and so both of you got a starter, main and dessert.
You saw a different side of Wesker— Much softer, gentle, and so loving. It was different. Different in a good way.
You always had a crush on him, even when you started your Carreer in Umbrella. Even when he returned back after going dark for so long, your feelings resurfaced.
When you two waited for your food he'd hold your hand over the table, hear you talk about your day.
You was always first, there was no doubt about that. It was you, it had always been you.
You wasn't used to being spoiled so much in terms of dining, however Wesker confessed he really wanted to treat you.
Dinner left you stuffed and Wesker got the bill for the dinner, you tried to half it but Wesker wouldn't allow it.
"Don't you worry about a thing doll, daddy wanted to spoil you."
He would coo with his husk of a voice, making you blush all over which made him chuckle in amusement.
He'd place a hand on your leg teasingly before he focused on paying the bill and that was that.
Your dinner ended early than expected, with the service quick and sharp it was expected of a five star restaurant. And so both of you decided to go to the pub.
Both you and Wesker dunk a fair bit, it was a good thing he didn't drive. Wesker called a cab and it collected both of you.
Sadly it was raining a little outside while you waited, he heard you mutter it was feezing; And so Wesker took hid suit jacket off resting it upon your head. Wrapping his arm around you.
The fine date ended with you and Wesker going back to his place, to end the night with his body close to yours.
"You're mine now doll."
#resident evil#albert wesker#albert wesker x reader#re wesker#dbd wesker#albert wesker resident evil
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julien definitely has a thing for biting
photo by @/Tomrathphoto on ig
Up against the wall with me - Part One 18+
THIS IS RPF IF YOU DONT LIKE IT DONT READ IT ✨✨✨
request- just going to a party w jb and her getting like hot and bothered by you dancing on her in front of everyone!
yeah i’m femme so grinding is like a thing for me lol like maybe bathroom sex at the party idk
One of your favorite things about Julien was watching her be completely herself, because she usually has her guard up so it's rare. There are typically only two times when she lets herself be completely free, when she was on stage with her boys, and right now. Julien was only ever complexly relaxed when she was getting lost in the music. You were currently sat at the bar watching Julien dance and be goofy with her friends, smiling to yourself over how silly she let herself be with them. The boys had just preformed their last US show of the tour and everyone was letting loose.
Julien finally took a break from dancing walking over to you and wrapping her hands around your hips, she was standing in between your legs so she had perfect access to burry her face in your cleavage.
"Jay!" you laughed feeling her smile into your chest. She pulled away looking up into your eyes and placed a kiss to your breast. You smiled shaking your head, before handing her your water to drink from. She drank the entire thing before licking her lips subconsciously, turning you on. She kissed you before saying something about going to find Phoebe.
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After about 20 minutes you were getting kinda bored just waiting for Julien to get back so you went to find her and phoebe. You looked around the club that their management had rented out and tried to find them, you found phoebe quickly considering her partner was like 20 feet tall but no Julien..
You walked around the club 3 times before you spotted her talking to the bassist from the band that was playing with boygenius tonight. She was like 5 foot 11 and extremely gorgeous and had been flirting with JB every chance she got, much to your annoyance. Honestly it's not like you could blame her, even in just a tank and dickies Julien looked like sex on legs.
You knew you had nothing to worry about, Julien was the most loyal partner ever, but you couldn't help feeling slightly jealous and wanting to make Julien a little jealous too. Because one thing about Julien that not a lot of people know, is that she can be very possessive when it comes to you. You watched the interaction a bit more, laughing when you could tell Julien didn't want to be there anymore, but was just too nice to say anything.
You made your way onto the dance floor, letting your body move to the music, swinging your hips the way you know drives Julien crazy. You saw Julien look over doing a double take when she saw you, Her eyes raked down your body pausing on you hips before her heated gaze made it to your face. You smiled at her letting your hips swing back and forth, getting Julien hypnotized.
Halfway through the song you felt hands on your hips, turning to see Lucy behind you. The two of you laughed, Lucy pulling your hips more into hers.
"God, JB looks feral." Lucy whispered in your ear, turning the two of you slightly giving Julien a better view. You looked over to her still standing with the bassist looking like you were about to get fucked within an inch of your life.
You smiled to yourself watching Julien, walk towards you not saying goodbye to the bassist. The music changed to a talking heads song.
"Mind if I cut in, Luce?" Julien asked, like you were in cotillion. Lucy laughed, sticking to the bit and kissing your hand before shaking Juliens. You couldn't help the smile on your face as you turned to julien seeing her also smiling. She turned to you her face going serious, pulling your body into hers. Her breathing was heavy on your neck, as you felt her bite down.
"Jay," You gasp, pressing yourself onto her thigh, at the same time pressing yours between hers.
"Shelby probably thinks i'm the biggest asshole and it's all your fault," Julien Huffs out.
"Well, considering her name is definitely not shelby, i don't think it's all my fault.." Your laugh turning into a moan halfway through when she presses her thigh at the perfect angle.
"Yeah well I was so turned on by you I must have missed it," Julien says, grinding down onto your thigh, and kissing you roughly. You moan into her mouth, feeling her tongue press against yours.
"Did watching me dance get you wet, baby?" You whisper against her lips, pulling her hips down roughly against your thigh. Julien whined into your mouth, biting down on your lower lip.
"Everything about you fucking gets me wet," Julien said, kissing and biting down your neck, her hands moving from your hips up your body squeezing your breasts before cupping your face in both of her hands.
"Jay, people are watching," you whine, trying to kiss her but being held in place by her hands. The song changed in the background to something by the cure.
"I really don't care about other people right now.." Julien said biting down on your shoulder.
"Fuck," You gasp out, rolling your hips into hers.
"I love you so much baby, but i'm so horny right now i'm going to fuck you like I hate you." Julien smiles, placing a sweet kiss to your lips, before grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the bathroom. You follow her behind her in what feels like a daze, you love when JB gets like this so much.
"Anyone in here?" Julien called pushing open the bathroom door, she waited for an answer getting none. She pulled you in before locking the door, pushing you up onto the sink.
Julien spreads your thighs making room for her between them, her mouth finding yours instantly.
"You're so fucking sexy, Jay," you moan out kissing her roughly, and thanking god that you wore a skirt.
Juliens hands slide under your skirt pulling your panties down, groaning when she feels how soaked the lace is.
"You're dripping down your legs princess, you want me to clean you up?" Julien purrs against your lips. The noise that comes out of you is downright pornographic. You watch as she smiles, biting her lip and pushing her hair away from her face.
"C'mere Princess, let's see how sweet you are for me." Julien murmurs pulling one of your legs over her shoulder, and licking a flat stripe up your wet crease before parting your folds and sucking on your clit. She pulls away to bite your thigh before licking the wetness off. You moan watching her lick your thighs clean, before pushing her tongue into you. She fucks her tongue in before going back to massaging your clit. You gasp running your fingers through her hair, and pushing yourself more onto her face.
"Jay, please," You moan out braising yourself up against the mirror. Julien pulls away from you, standing up your leg still over her shoulder. Julien smiles sweetly at you tracing her fingers over your lips, using her index finger to part them. You suck them into your mouth, running your tongue over them, getting them nice and wet. The sound of Type O Negative's Love you to death, fades in from the club.
"You're so perfect, look at you all spread out for me, sucking on my fingers like a good girl." Julien says looking into your eyes, You watched her pop the button on her jeans sliding her other hand into them and massaging her clit. She pulled her fingers from your mouth, grabbing your other leg and pulling it onto her shoulder. She pressed the fingers you sucked to your clit massaging it, before pushing them into you and fucking you at a rough pace.
Your hips involuntarily buck up into her hand, her other hand coming out of her pants and pressing you down onto the counter. Her fingers wet on your hip, causing you to throw your head back against the mirror. You wince but quickly forget the pain as she speeds up her fingers now pressing the palm of her hand against you clit. You moan pulling her face to yours and kissing her, it's sloppy and heated and you can taste yourself on her lips.
Julien adds a third finger, you moan into her mouth unable to catch a deep breath and loosing the ability to kiss her completely.
"Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me?" Julien says against your neck, her breathing heavy, you feel your legs start to shake, your hands wrapping around her shoulders.
"Jay, I-" You gasp out, your whole body tensing up. Julien fucks you though your orgasm, you watch as she pulls her fingers from between your thighs and up to her mouth. You moan and pull her towards you, trying to kiss her but she resists because she still has her fingers in her mouth. She moans around her fingers, slowly pulling them from her mouth, you moan to the sight almost too much.
"You taste so good, princess." Julien smiles, kissing you slowly, before kissing your forehead.
"Jay, I need you," You whine pulling her towards you, Julien laughs gently pushing your legs off of her shoulders.
"Aw you need me baby?" Julien pouts, pulling your panties up your legs and helping you off the sink, your legs still shaking.
"Jay-" You're cut off by another kiss, Julien pushes you against the bathroom door.
"Let's get you back to the hotel room." Julien says against your lips, unlocking the bathroom door and opening it. The prettiest star by David Bowie streams in from the now open door, and you think it's fitting because you're looking at her.
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An eventful holiday - Thea Queen x Male!reader
A/N: based off the 1x09 holiday episode because I've started a DC show rewatch and forgot how much of a crush I used to have on Thea
When Oliver came back from the dead he had a lot of new things he had to adjust to, one of the hardest being that his little sister who was only twelve the last time he saw her was now seventeen with a boyfriend.
He wanted an opportunity to bring his family closer after learning they stopped celebrating Christmas when he and his father went missing so Oliver planned a big Christmas party to make up for lost time.
However he didn't expect you to be invited as Thea's plus one.
He, Thea, Moira and Walter just got their photo taken when you walk in holding a bouquet of flowers.
"Hi, uh Thea invited me," you say seeing the angry look on Oliver's face, "Mrs. Queen these are for you."
You hand Moira the flowers and she thanks you, Thea kissing you on the cheek and showing you to the food table.
"I didn't get a chance to tell you how amazing you look tonight," you smile, grabbing a christmas cookie and taking a bite of it.
"You clean up pretty nice yourself," she says, drinking a glass of champagne and taking in the sight of you in your suit.
"Well I wanted to impress your brother, I don't think he likes me very much," you admit.
"Because he doesn't know you and he still doesn't want to believe I'm not a little kid anymore," she tells you.
"Maybe we should hang out sometime, just the three of us so he and I can actually get to know each other," you suggest.
"You're putting in a lot of effort to get the approval of my brother," she chuckles.
"That's because I love you, I want him to know that I'm serious about us and would never do anything to hurt you."
Thea smiles and kisses you sweetly, putting her empty glass down on the table, "I love you too and I think we should go upstairs for some privacy so I can give you your christmas present."
"But we exchanged gifts already," You say confused as you and Thea had a small get together with your family a few days prior.
"This is the part of your gift that I couldn't give you in front of your parents," she grins.
You had no idea what was in store for you but you quickly down a glass of champagne as she takes your hand and guides you towards the stairs.
Oliver sees this and glares at you, about to follow you two with intentions of kicking you out of the party but his mother puts her hand on his shoulder to stop him.
"Let them be Oliver," Moira says calmly.
"You're really okay with what they are going to do up there?" Oliver huffs.
"They are young and in love, in case you've forgotten your father and I tried to stop you sneaking around with girls when you were their age and yet you still always found a way," she chuckles.
"She's not ready to be in a relationship this serious," Oliver states.
"And you were?" Moira laughs, "you have to accept that Thea is not the same twelve year old she was when you left."
"Excuse me mom, I need to get some air," Oliver sighs, heading to the front door.
Meanwhile upstairs you are sitting on Thea's bed as she locks her door, sauntering towards you and climbing in your lap.
"Go ahead and unzip my dress," she says and you reach up, pulling the zipper down her chest to reveal the black lacy bra she has underneath.
"Wow," you mutter, the top of her dress falling off her shoulders and bunching around her waist.
"You like it?" She asks it.
"You are so beautiful Thea," you say putting your hands on her waist and kissing her deeply.
The kiss intensifies, Thea slipping your suit jacket off and tossing it to the floor before unbuttoning your shirt.
You pick her up and flip her over, letting her get comfortable against the pillows.
Thea moans softly as you kiss down her neck and along her chest while pulling her dress the rest of the way off her body exposing the lacy black panties that matched her bra.
"Merry Christmas Y/N," she says, biting her lip.
"This just may be the best gift I've ever received," you mutter, your lips traveling along her stomach which results in her hips rocking up for any form of friction.
You spend a while exploring her body and working her up, fully enjoying your gift, your fingers are gently rubbing her over the lace and her arousal is starting to soak through the material so you finally rid her of it.
You stand up and remove the rest of your clothes as well but look around, "Wait where's my jacket?"
You spot it on the floor and dig around in the inside pocket pulling a condom out.
"Were you expecting to get laid tonight?" Thea teases as she lifts her chest up to unclip her bra and tosses it aside.
"Not at all but it's always better to be prepared right," you chuckle, taking the condom out and rolling it on.
You reposition yourself back on top of her, spreading her legs apart and settling in between them.
Thea gasps when you ease the tip of your cock inside her, slowly pushing it the rest of the way in.
"Does this feel okay?" You ask and she nods.
You give a few rolls of your hips so she has a chance to adjust before you find a more steady rhythm.
She throws her head back, her chest in the air so you take the opportunity to nip at her neck and collarbones.
"Just like that," she moans, grasping at the sheets under her.
After a few minutes she feels her release approaching and reaches down, rubbing firm circles over her clit.
"I'm so close," she groans.
"Me too," you grunt, picking up the pace.
With just a few more thrusts Thea is cumming, her walls tightening around your cock and her eyes rolling back.
Seeing her like this takes you over the edge as well, riding out your highs together.
After cleaning yourselves up you're blissfully laying naked in her bed, a sheet loosely around your waists with her head on your chest when there's an urgent knocking on her door.
"Thea make yourself decent quickly, Diggle just called and Oliver's been in a motorcycle accident we need to go to the hospital right away," her mother says through the door with an obvious worry in her voice.
"Oh my god," Thea says, jumping out of bed and grabbing her clothes off the floor.
"Hey, what can I do for you?" You ask trying to comfort her as you both get redressed.
Thea opens her door surprised to see her mom is still standing there.
"Y/N you can help by seeing our guests out after we leave," Moira says.
"Of course Mrs. Queen," you say awkwardly, pulling your suit jacket on and kissing Thea's forehead before heading downstairs.
"Walter is bringing the car around," Moira says as they follow suit, "and Thea dear fix your dress, I do hope you two were using protection in there."
"Mom now is not the time for that!" Thea yelps in embarrassment realizing her dress is still half unzipped.
Well this certainly was the most eventful holiday Thea has had in a long time.
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In The Moonlight
Part 1 of 3. Check here for more details.
Can we go where no one else goes?
Can I know what no one else knows?
Can we fall in love in the moonlight?
An evening in Milan. Another city that you were dragged along to by your parents. Being expats meant that they had to move around a lot for work. It also meant you were well off, but all you really wanted was to settle down. To have a real home.
You were in Italy for the week for vacation, but you'd return to Korea in a few days, where you'd continue to spend who knows how many years having to make new friends and learn another new language. It was tiring. Forming connections with people only for them to be broken in a few years. Adapting to a new culture only to move again when you were finally getting comfortable.
You also never had lasting relationships as a result. And at this point you were afraid of even trying. But the thought of not having to be alone in hotel rooms anymore always kept you hoping for something. Hoping for a real home. A home in somebody special. Though that was probably always going to be just a dream.
An evening in Milan. Another night with your thoughts running wild. You were out on your balcony watching the lights of the metropolis drown out the stars that you'd much rather see. Only the moon survived. Its light beautiful and comforting.
Then you hear a voice interrupt the drone of the city. It was bright and warm. Sweet. How velvet would sound if you could hear it. It was coming from the room next to yours, through the open balcony door. She seemed to be talking to herself, though you figured it was probably to a phone or camera. You recognized Korean but also English with an Australian accent. An interesting mix, you thought.
"And then there's also a really nice balcony!"
You quickly retreat just beyond sight as she walks out, staying within earshot to still be able to listen to her voice. She reverts back to Korean and, though you'd just started learning, you gathered that she wanted to take some pictures but wasn't very pleased with her skills. The ensuing silence hinted that she was taking the photos now and you couldn't help but sneak a peek.
And there she was. The prettiest girl you'd ever seen to match the prettiest voice you'd ever heard. But with her short stature and her hair in a bun you also found her incredibly adorable. Then you notice what she was wearing. All white and all Gucci. Even for you that was a lot, you admitted. She must have been a model for them, attending the fashion show that week.
You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice you'd walked out onto your own balcony to get a better glimpse of her. She waves at you and says a quick, "Hi!" before heading back inside. You wave back but she was already gone. Blushing and covering your face with your hands in embarrassment, you chide yourself for staring.
You hear her say, "Bye, I'll see you tomorrow!" from inside. You stay out on your own balcony for a while, hoping that she'd come back out again eventually, so you could apologize in case you made her uncomfortable. Not hearing anything for a while, you look back at the moonlight and resign yourself to your thoughts again. But right as you're about to head back she reappears.
"Hey! I'm sorry if I was a little loud. I was just filming a vlog."
"Hey, yeah! No problem at all! Sorry for staring. If I was. I can't be sure because I was lost in thought. I was just so, um, curious? About your accent," you half lie. "You were speaking Korean, right? But also..."
"Oh, no worries! And, yeah, it's complicated," she chuckles. "I'm from Australia but I work in Korea and now I'm here for a few days for the Gucci fashion show."
"I can see that," you say, laughing. She laughs, too, and it sounds just as sweet as her voice.
"What about you? What's your business here on this fine evening?" she asks in a mocking tone, keeping up the humorous atmosphere.
"It's complicated," you reply, copying her.
"Care to explain?" she asks with a smile.
"Well, how long do you have?"
"I have all night," she jokes, but something about her eyes tells you she's half serious.
"Ok, give me a few. I'll be right back."
You rush back into your room with the most absurd plan in your head and you called yourself stupid for even considering it. But there was just something about her. A connection. You wondered if she felt it, too. You spent the whole night cursing the universe for how it always ripped your connections apart. But the way she shone in the moonlight made you want to make a new one. It made you reckless. You wanted to get to know her. You were both away from home, on trips that would only last a few days. This would likely be the only time you'd ever see her. So why not do something dumb? What did you have to lose? It was now or never.
You put on your coat and shoes, left your room, and knocked on the door to hers. She opens the door slowly, peeking out from the small gap in the door frame.
"Hey! It's me. I was just wondering if you wanted to... um... go for a walk with me? I know it sounds stupid but I just felt something. Some kind of connection? It might just be me being silly. But I wanted to keep talking with you. This might be the only time we see each other, so I just thought..."
"Hmm, if my manager catches me... or if I'm recognized out there..."
It doesn't seem like she wants to go. But her door is still open.
"And I'm super shy..."
"Oh, yeah, that's completely understandable! It was a ridiculous question anyway. And it's getting late. What was I thinking?" You chuckle nervously, rushing your words. "I-I'm just gonna go..."
"But wait a minute! I wanna go," she says, eyes shifting, not knowing where to look. "I'll go with you."
Her reply freezes you in place. Stunned at her statement, barely believing what you just heard, you stammer, "A-Are you sure?"
"Yeah! Why not? Let's do this."
"Wow, I..."
"Let me just change into a different coat. Something less... um... conspicuous." She laughs and says, "I'll be right back!" then lets the door close behind her.
It was the second time you'd heard her laugh that night and you catch yourself falling for it. Thankfully the door just closed, because you were smiling like an idiot. Smiling because you were sure you'd just met an angel and because she was really coming with you. None of it made sense. But you figured that angels only came to you in dreams anyway.
She comes back out in a blue plaid coat and her hair down. More subdued but just as beautiful. She smiles at you but quickly looks away when your eyes meet. She was indeed super shy. But so were you.
"Let's go! Did you have somewhere to go in mind?"
"The Milan Cathedral is not far from here. Wanna go see it?"
"That sounds lovely!" she affirms, walking by your side.
Now alone in the elevator with her, mirrors on all sides, it was hard not to look at each other. You both fidget nervously but end up making eye contact again. This time you hold it for a bit longer and in the awkward silence you see that she's thinking the same thing. This was happening. You were committed now. In some strange way you were inseparable for the night.
Out on the street you lead the way to the cathedral, while she leads the conversation.
"So! You were going to explain yourself. What are you doing here? Did you keep it to yourself all this time cuz you're trying to kidnap me or something?" She was kidding but you realize that it could be a genuine concern.
"No, no! Of course not! I'm here with family. Just a short vacation."
"So they were with you in the room? Oh my gosh, did they hear me vlogging?"
"Nah, don't worry. They have a separate room. And what would be so bad about them hearing you? You have a really nice voice."
"Aw, thank you! That's really sweet of you."
"I bet you could be a singer."
She laughs to herself. "Yeah, that would be something." After a pause she backtracks. "Wait, so you have a room all to yourself? At that hotel?"
"Yeah, why?"
"You must be..."
"Rich?"
She laughs again. "Yeah. Are you? You must be."
"Well, my parents are. I'm just the fortunate kid who gets unfortunately dragged around wherever they go."
"Why unfortunate? Isn't it nice to see so many different places? Even I don't get to travel that much except for work."
"Well, that's just it. They travel for work most of the time. That means we're constantly moving and I have to adapt to living in different countries all the time."
"That doesn't sound so bad. Experiencing new cultures is always nice!"
"Oh, yeah! Don't get me wrong. It is nice. But then we move when I start to enjoy and get comfortable. When I start making really good friends at school. Then I end up missing so many people or even losing touch with them. It's just a little hard. I mean, I do realize that I am very fortunate. Just not with people I guess."
Awkward silence again as you wait for the traffic light. She doesn't quite know how to answer you, so she asks a new question instead.
"You ever realize how every person you pass by is living their own, very real life? But we pass by so many, maybe make eye contact, and never see them ever again."
"Yeah, definitely. There's a word for that. It's called 'sonder'."
"That's a word?"
"Mmhmm. In the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. I'll read the definition to you."
You take out your phone and look it up, somehow proud that you were teaching her something new.
"It's 'the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.'"
"Wow."
"After all that 'wow' is the only thing you can say?"
She laughs yet again. She could only do that so many more times before your heart melted completely.
"I mean what can you say to that, really? Don't act like you had more to say than 'wow' when you first read that. It's just so real."
"Fair enough. But yeah I think about that all the time. All the very real people you could possibly have amazing connections with but you'll just never know what could have been. You'll never get to know them."
"Yeah..."
"So I'm glad I didn't just leave you as that girl vlogging on her balcony. I'm happy you're here with me now."
As the cathedral heaves into view she looks at you and smiles, blushing slightly.
"Me, too."
For a few minutes you stay silent as you find a place to sit and appreciate the majestic monument that stood before you. You settle for a seat around one of the lampposts.
"So tell me! How did you end up in Korea?"
"Oh, I auditioned for a girl group and then..."
"Wait, so you are a singer! I knew it!"
"Yup! I'm just here as an ambassador for Gucci."
"Sorry, I'm new to all the kpop stuff so I probably wouldn't know your group. Or any group for that matter."
"No big deal! We're called NewJeans. I'll play some of our music for you later if you want."
"I'd love that! I actually just moved to Korea, so I'll probably learn a whole lot more about all that soon."
"Oh, really? Why didn't you tell me earlier? That's so cool! What a nice coincidence. Two non-Koreans living in Korea happen to meet in Italy for a night."
Her statement got you thinking. After pondering it for a while you say, "We're here in front of this huge cathedral, so I might as well ask. Do you believe in a higher power?"
"Mmm, I'm not sure."
"Sorry, that may have been too personal."
"No, that's alright. I do think the universe has a way of bringing people together. The right people at the right time. Like how I met my members. And I'm sure you feel that it can take away those people just as easily. But I'd like to think that even if that happens, they'll always stay with you if you really had a connection. They'll always be a part of you. So don't be sad that it's over, be happy that it happened. Or something like that. That's a Dr. Seuss quote, right?"
"Yeah. 'Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because it happened.'" And indeed you smile at that thought. "You're right. I'll smile because the universe brought you to me tonight. And even if we might not see each other after tonight, I'll be glad that you happened."
She laughs softly. "Are you always this cheesy?"
"Sorry. I just really liked what you said. Got carried away."
After a few moments of silence she says, "This feels like a dream. Like this shouldn't be happening, but here I am with you, a stranger, yet it feels right. It feels like this time is just ours. Like tonight is whatever we make it and the rest of the world doesn't matter."
"Yeah, I feel that, too." You pause for a few breaths. "It's just sad that tonight will eventually come to an end. We'll eventually wake up from this dream."
"But doesn't that give it more meaning? Knowing that things eventually end is what makes life meaningful, I think. Like, if we were sure we'd meet back in Korea in a few days, would you even have asked me to walk with you?"
"I guess you're right. I probably would've taken it for granted. So again I'll just smile that we have this time together. No matter what happens afterwards."
"And I'll smile that I took a chance with you."
"Let's just make the most of tonight then. Make this our dream together."
"Let's do it."
You spend what feels like hours watching the crowds come and go in front of the cathedral. She shared her music and you shared yours. As the winter night deepened, the wind grew more chilly, but somehow you didn't feel it. Her company was more than enough to keep you warm.
"I love this song! What's it called?"
"Hype Boy! It's really nice, isn't it? We actually have a meme, where if someone asks you a question, you just answer 'NewJeans Hype Boy'."
"So, like, if I ask you, 'Are you feeling cold right now?'"
"NewJeans Hype Boy."
You chuckle. "Gotcha. I see how that could be funny."
Suddenly she lets out a gasp. "Look! The lady over there is selling roses!"
"Wow. This late?"
"I'll buy you one. Hold on."
"I... Wait!" But before you can stop her she's already gone. And as you watch her run excitedly you knew you were falling for her. It was a simple gesture but there was something about her that made it feel like she was buying you the whole world. You see her point towards you as she makes the purchase before running back just as excitedly as she had left.
"She told me you looked like a star in the night and that you deserved more than one. So I bought you a bunch," she says shyly.
"Wow, I... Thank you!" To say that you were overwhelmed would be an understatement.
"And I agree with her. You do seem like a star somehow. Which is why, to answer your question earlier, I'm not cold."
"Me? What about you? You're a whole galaxy!"
Even in the dim light you see her blushing. "Really?"
"Really," you say with a reassuring smile. "Thank you again for these. I love them."
"Sure!"
Then there's silence again for a while.
"I mean, technically we both are stars. Or at least made of stars. Stardust. With their dying breaths old stars explode and release all the elements needed for life into the universe. I've always found comfort in that thought. That's why I like to look up at the stars."
"Is that why you were out on the balcony?"
"Yeah. Until a different star caught my eye."
"Oh, please!"
You giggle at the way you make her shy.
"Now that I think about it, it's similar to what you said earlier. Even when things end, good things can come of them. Just think: there was a star billions of years ago that exploded and its remains eventually coalesced and formed the earth. And then us. And now we're here together."
"That's beautiful."
Quiet returns as you both sit on those thoughts. After a while longer of watching the tourists snap their last pictures for the night and snickering at the locals who scoffed at them, she breaks the silence.
"I love the way the people dissolve into the background. Against the canvas of the city. You know how when you watch a time lapse the environment stays still while everything else moves like a blur. It's like the environment is more resilient to the passage of time."
"I guess that's just how human life is. Sort of quick and transitory. And I think I can relate to that even more. I feel like my life has just been a bunch of snapshots. Blurring together all the places I've been. All the people I've lost..."
She turns to you with a saddened expression.
"But after tonight, after this time with you, I know to make the most of it."
Her frown turns into a smile. "Yeah. It's not so bad that tonight is our only night. Even if it's just a fleeting moment in our lives. I'm so glad to have met you."
"Me, too. Let's just treasure the blurriness and awkwardness of life."
She nods in response and eventually looks back at the cathedral.
"Hey, you don't even know my name, do you?"
"What if we just don't share our names? We said we'd keep tonight like a dream after all."
"I like that."
You exchange smiles but behind them there was something more. You'd exchanged something deeper. A night together. A connection. A communication between the deepest parts of your souls.
"You wanna head back? We should probably get some sleep. I have a plane to catch tomorrow."
"Oh, you're leaving tomorrow?" A hint of sadness in her voice.
"Yeah."
"Sounds good," she replies. "Let's go."
On the way back to the hotel only a few words are shared between the two of you. But that was ok. There was a certain comfort in the silence. A certain comfort in the fact that although you didn't get to know each other's names, favorite colors or food, or what you liked to do on the weekends, you did get to know each other's hearts.
As you approach the door of her hotel room you feel a weight start to build in your chest. Was this really it? You answer yourself out loud.
"I guess this is it."
"Yeah, I guess so," she says as she opens the door and steps through. She turns back around with a smile that came from her heart. "Thank you for tonight. It was amazing."
"And thank you! You helped me change my perspective on a lot of things and for that I'll always be grateful. Tonight was so special."
She already has her hand on the doorknob but she can't bring herself to close the door. Her eyes dart from the floor, to you, then back to the floor. Finally, she makes eye contact with you and you see something like longing in her gaze.
"You wanna... come in? Stay with me for a while?"
You chide yourself for even entertaining the thought. This wasn't right. How could it be? You'd just met. But you also agreed that tonight would be a dream. A dream you both shared and made together. You weren't going to back down now. All you had was tonight.
"NewJeans Hype Boy," you say with a grin.
She had to cover her mouth to muffle her laughter in case she woke up the whole hallway. "Nice one. I thought we were having a moment there and you pull that one on me. But is that a 'yes'?"
"Of course. I'd love to stay."
For the first time that night she takes your hand and pulls you through the doorway.
You spend the time together on her balcony, talking about anything and everything, continuing to listen to each other's music, looking up at the moon. And with her in the moonlight you thought you felt something like love.
But there was that inevitability. Eventually you had to go.
As you stood at the doorway, preparing to leave, it was you this time who couldn't close the door. You couldn't let her go. Not after tonight.
"Hey, I... I don't want to do this. I know we said we'd keep tonight special, like a dream, but I don't want to lie to myself. I don't wanna lie to you. I can't do this. This can't be the last time. Can we..."
"Meet again?" She holds your hand gently and looks up at you.
You nod in response.
"I was hoping you'd say that. I don't think I could've let you go, either."
Then, to your surprise, she pulls you back in through the door and wraps her arms around you. An embrace so warm, not just because of her coat, but because she wanted you to stay. And from then on your lives were inextricably linked.
"Here's my phone. Give me yours."
As she enters her number you try to catch her name but she quickly moves your phone out of sight.
"Let's stick to the deal. We're strangers for tonight. Don't look until tomorrow, ok?"
You can only smile and nod at her proposition. Whether she was aware of it or not, she had done everything right that night to make you fall for her.
"I'll be quite busy tomorrow and I know you'll be on a plane, but text me when you can."
"I will. Thank you again for tonight. It meant everything to me."
"No, thank you! You made tonight unforgettable." And there goes her smile again. Tugging at your heartstrings.
You open the door for the last time and step out of her room.
"Good night."
"Good night! Sweet dreams!"
Back in your own room you knew you had no need for sweet dreams. She was the sweetest dream you could possibly have had that night. You fall asleep knowing you had fallen for her completely.
And when you wake up the next morning you knew that she wasn't just a dream. She was real. As real as the roses beside your bed. Because her number was in your phone. And her name was Hanni.
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enchanted- tom blyth | ch. 6 (includes ch.7 TEASER)
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✦vi.
when you woke up, you woke up to notifications. and lots of them. texts from all your friends. they were all something along the lines of,
"were you on a date with the guy in your movie?"
"girl, have you checked tmz?"
"im so jealous rn. check instagram."
oh. god. you immediately opened instagram, and there it was. the first post.
"actor y/n spotted with tom blyth on coffee date!" connected to the headliner, was a photo of the two of you through the window of the coffee shop. this was going to blow up. it already had, according to your friends. you weren't sure what to do. do you reach out to tom? is that weird? you were going to see him tonight anyways. you texted your closest friend, who reassured you that if you wanted to shut this rumor down, you could. but did you want to? what if you didn't, and tom did? the only thing you could think to do was bring it up to tom at the party.
...
the playlist you had made to get ready for tonight was unbeatable. you were always the playlist maker in high school. there was always a song that fit the vibe perfectly in your back pocket. you had named this playlist "what is even going on." you felt it fit right because truly, what was going on. why all the sudden hints, and now the articles? you weren't complaining, per se, but the switch up was pretty weird.
according to tom's completely blunt description of the party, it was 'less formal', which gave you the idea that he didn't want to tell you it was a rager. so, you dressed appropriately. on your way there, you stopped for food, because you weren't sure what type of food would be there. when you arrived at his rental home, there was a valet outside, which made you question if this was actually a rager. you valeted your car, tipped the worker a few bucks, and made your way inside.
when you walked in, the lights were dimmed, there was pop music playing, a bar, and a group of people dancing. but it was nothing compared to what you imagined. you realized that maybe hollywood people don't have full on ragers. it looked like a lot of fun. you placed your coat on the coat rack and walked in. you headed straight for the bar. you needed a shot for confidence. when you approached the bar, you ordered, and took your shot. then, you wandered. looking for anyone you recognized.
eventually, you found yourself talking to someone you had met at an awards ceremony a few years ago. they were a year older than you, and according to them, had just landed a major role.
"well, remember me when your famous." you said. she laughed. you ended the conversation as she found another friend of hers. you looked around, but it was a sea of unknown faces, and still no tom. you decided to plop yourself on the couch. hopefully someone would approach you. you began to watch the people.
you loved people watching. watching people dance, drink, laugh, you loved it. it was so nice to see into other peoples lives, and forget about your own. just by watching their actions, you could tell so much about a person. you could watch people for hours on end.
"i had thought you bailed." you heard. someone sat down next to you, and tom got your attention. when you looked at him, you swore you felt lightheaded. he was wearing slack-esqe pants, with his silky button up shirt not very buttoned up. in fact, there was maybe three buttons still buttoned. jesus. you weren't sure how much more of this you could take.
"i would never. i've just been lost in this sea of people, couldn't find you." you replied. he laughed. his hair was slightly wet, which gave you the inclination to believe that he had been dancing. that must have been why you didn't see him. there had been at least 30 people dancing in that pile. you noticed the thing chain around his neck, and his one earring. not many people talked about his earring. but you noticed it the first time you met him. you loved it.
"i'm assuming you've seen the stories?" he asked, his smile dropped slightly. you thought you were going to have to bring it up first, but clearly not.
"i would have to live under a rock to not have." you replied. he nodded, thinking for a moment. you decided to keep talking. "but look, there's nothing we can say to change the stories. i'm trying not to think about it or get to involved." you said. he nodded again.
"you're right. you're so right. and I'm glad you are because honestly i came over here and had no idea what to say about it. so thanks for being on top of it." he replied. you smiled at him. he smiled back. and then you were silent for a few seconds.
"so, this is quite a party." you gestured to the room.
"it's really not. but thanks anyways. i was originally going to have a quieter party, like rachels, but my friends convinced me to have a bit more, 'fun' with it, i guess? it's stupid. we're not in college anymore." he looked around the room before returning his gaze to you.
"sometimes people need this kind of fun though, especially in this industry. every single party and gala and ceremony or gathering is on television and photographed, and it's nice to just have a fun party again." you commented. he agreed with you.
"im going to go get us a drink, ok? what do you want." you told him he could bring you anything, and he was off. however, it was not long until someone took his seat. you recognized him as brady, from rachels party. although this time, he was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. his hair was a mess. clearly he didn't put himself together for this. and mostly, he reeked of alcohol. you did not want to talk to him.
"hey pretty, remember me?" he said. he plopped his head down on the cushion. you rolled your eyes.
"yes, i do, brady. what do you want." you asked. he threw his arm up on the cushion on the couch. not technically on you, but it still made you uncomfortable. you scooted away slightly.
"nothing, nothing, i just wanted to know if you were enjoying the party?" he was slurring his words. looking at him, he looked tired. even worse, he had another drink in his hand, probably after a lot of others.
"yeah, i am, but shouldn't you lay off the drinking dude? you look pretty drunk." he did not like that.
"i am literally fine, back off girl." you were searching for a way out of this situation. no one was paying attention to the two of you. "besides, i want to keep talking to you." this time, he put his hand on your knee. that was enough.
"alright no, i'm not doing this." you tried to get up but he moved his hand from the cushion onto your shoulders, and applied pressure. he was trying to trap you. "hey, dude get off. i'm serious." you tried to remember the self-defense you had learned, but in this moment of panic, nothing came to mind. you froze. "get off. get off!" you kept repeating it, but he kept getting closer. he tried to kiss your neck, and he was trying to slide his hand up the back of your shirt.
things were starting to blur, nothing was helping. you starting kicking but you couldn't get your feet where they needed to be. the room felt like it had started spinning. the music louder, the people louder and faster, the lights darker and darker.
"hey! hey! get the fuck away from her." you heard someone begin to speak, but he wasn't getting off. then you heard a crack and a few thumps. he stopped. someone grabbed your hand and you followed them into a room. your eyes were blurring from tears, but the lights were on in this room. "sit down." your eyes finally cleared, the spinning had finally stopped, and you finally recognized that tom was standing in front of you.
you took a few deep breaths.
"are you ok?" he asked. he sat down next to you, and put both hands on your shoulders, signaling you to try to stop tensing, when you finally did, he let go. you hadn't responded to him yet. you were still processing what just happened.
"i think so. i mean, obviously no, i'm not, but i'm doing ok." he got up and entered the bathroom, and returned with a box of tissues. you took one and wiped your nose, and eyes.
"good. i'm going to text someone to call the police on him, make him leave." he assured you. his voice made you realize what he had actually done for you.
"tom, did you actually hit him?" you asked.
"um, yeah, i beat the shit out of that man." you couldn't help but laugh. he had managed to make you laugh after everything that just happened. "i may have broke his jaw, but then again, i wasn't aiming for any particular area. i wasn't thinking. i just needed him to get off you." you saw his face grow more somber. you remembered him mentioning to you that he had known brady almost his whole life. "i wouldn't have imagined in my wildest dreams that brady would have done that. he just lost all my respect."
"thank you, tom, for getting me out." you saw him peer down at his phone.
"don't thank me. i feel so guilty that i left you there. i should have known , or something."
"hey. there is no way that you could have known that was going to happen. don't beat yourself up about it." out of impulse, you placed your hand on his face. he didn't shift, didn't move, nothing. in fact, you swore you felt him relax a little at your touch.
"i already have. why would i assume that with all the men at the party, not one would touch you?"
"it's not something anyone expected to happen. please, please don't get mad at yourself." he nodded. then he looked at you, and he didn't stop. the two of you seemed to be getting closer, then. you realized that you were. the two of you were leaning in. eventually, you closed your eyes expecting a kiss.
"no." you heard. you opened your eyes. he was shaking his head, looking down.
"what?" you asked. your stomach immediately dropped.
"i won't kiss you. not right now." he answered. you straightened up your posture.
"why not...but..you just.."you began to stutter.
"y/n, you were just panicked, and almost taken advantage of, and even though, i really would like to kiss you, i feel like by doing so i am also taking advantage of you." he seemed to be kicking himself over this. "your in a state of shock that i have seen before. if your not thinking straight, i don't want to do this, not right now at least." you sat there for a moment. was he right? you realized that it was really hard to decide. you said nothing. "y/n, listen. the police are here, and i'm going to go talk to them. stay in here." then he left.
after he closed the door. there was only one thing you could think about:
'i really would like to kiss you'
but he didn't. you didn't kiss. he got up, and left.
...
next thing you know, he was driving you back to your house. you had heard some yelling when the police arrived, and the party ended as soon as they arrived. you supposed that no one really wanted to party anymore after a man was arrested for attempted assault.
about five minutes later, once you heard all the voices stop, tom came back in. he told you he was taking you home, and then, once you had stood up, he hugged you. you held the hug for an entire minute. you really needed it.
on the way home, you called your closest family member and cried to them.
once home, tom waited for you to shower, and get in bed before he finally left.
what a night.
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you had spent the entire rest of that second day in bed. you canceled the meeting you had planned, and just sat in bed. you slept a little, cried a little, and most of all, you had texted with tom occasionally. he checked in almost every hour of the day.
when you woke up the day after that, you woke up to no notifications. so you decided to check social media. bad idea. after a few scrolls, another post from tmz popped up. but it wasn't about you and tom. instead, it read:
RACHEL ZEGLER AND TOM BLYTH DATING RUMORS ARISE.
#tom blyth#jhkfan123#hollywood#fame#coriolanus snow#hunger games#rachel zegler#coriolanus x you#coriolanus x reader#coriolanussnow#coryo#tom blyth x you#tom blyth fanfiction#tom blyth imagine#tom blyth x reader#hungergames#tbosas#snow lands on top
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Anyway I've been here for six days now (basically a naturalised citizen) so here is what I have to say about China
Shit is CHEAP. Worryingly cheap. Don't think about it too much.
Their hourly minimum wage is the equiv of about $5AUD but that's reasonably proportionate to how much a meal is. Rent seems a bit more difficult though so I don't know how people manage that (cheap as dirt places go for 4000yuan a month or so)
People are REALLY nice, even security guards and cops and other people you'd assume would kind of give you a hard time. They'll have a laugh with you about stuff.
The country kind of feels like it's encased in a giant metaphorical glass dome - everything functions using their own special apps, special ways of doing things, etc etc. Breaking into it is difficult, but once you're "in", so to speak, it's very easy.
Public spaces including trains and buses are a bit of an "every man for himself" vibe. People will play their phone videos out loud and no one even gives a shit. Once a security guard on shift was just sitting there playing his 抖音 videos out loud with little concern for anything or anyone. It's not mayhem, but it's certainly no polite affair.
Your phone loses battery very quickly and unless you're just going for a walk it's impossible to leave home without it as any purchase is via WeChat, Alipay et al. Many times I had considered going for a phone free outing before realising it just couldn't be done.
China is beautiful and just about every place has something to offer. There are streets that are clearly just a result of a LOT of urban development being done very quickly but in terms of actual sites, it's hard to find a city that doesn't have something incredible in it.
Their coffee is top notch. Seriously approaching Melbourne level. I'm flabbergasted and slightly concerned because frankly Australia is bullied by China on the daily and our coffee is the only thing I knew for certain we had over them. Now I don't know what the fuck we're meant to do
Trains tend to be in English, even if it's not particularly big with foreigners, though I haven't gone to any suuuuper remote locations so I don't know about those. They're very well maintained; they're more or less indistinguishable from those in Japan, Korea etc.
Bikes and motorbikes don't have to follow traffic lights which will make you shit yourself the first couple times they ride right past you as you cross the road.
There is not as much propaganda around as I was expecting. My uni has a big statue of Mao but as it happens that's just cuz he has a history with this particular university. I haven't seen any pictures of Mao anywhere else that's not, like, a dedicated Spot for that sort of thing (think Tiananmen square etc). I saw one pic of Xi in a museum. Most propaganda is just asking people to become soldiers and cops and stuff. I was expecting it to be like Vietnam or something but it's basically non-existent.
No the social credit memes are not true unless everyone else can see mine and is just not telling me
Those world statistics weren't lying that country really can heavily populayed
People love taking photos of themselves but selfies are not too popular, so dedicated individuals will bring whole stands with lights and shit like that, as though they were dedicated cosplayers. Yesterday we saw a middle aged woman doing a sort of VR anime idol stream (I can't remember what they're called but the one where your face is overlayed with an anime avatar) in the middle of the bridge haha
^ and people will take these sorts of photos in front of ANYTHING. Even if it's... Slightly inappropriate by some standards. It's kind of funny.
People are generally quite chill and don't take themselves too seriously
I'll add more if I think of more
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Hair full of feathers
Redson x GN reader
You have no idea how this happened tonight was supposed to be a movie night with your boyfriend maybe even get some nice takeout if you two couldn't come up with something to cook.
You knew he was ruthless in battle you've seen him fight the noodle boy and dragon horse girl but you had hope he would show you some mercy...
But the amount of force the pillow hit your face reminded you of who your dating and the force of the pillow pushes your head back making you fall back onto the cushions you hear your lovers victorious laugh.
"Why don't you keep down and take a nap dear because no way I'd allow you to be at me!" Redson laughed flicking the hair poof on his head with a smirk but of course you won't let your boyfriend hold this victory today!
Grabbing the pillow he threw at you you then snuck up behind him as he was boasting about beating you and jumped up to then slam the soft pillow on the top of his head but there was a slight error on your part...
His small horns created a hole in the pillow and the force of the pillow made it so it cut in half feathers then covered Redson's entire head and then he slowly turned his head to face you.
You pulled the half of the pillow you were holding to your chest with a nervous smile "Heh I thought they didn't make feather stuffed pillows anymore..." Redson took your half of the pillow and then tipped it upside down on your head making the rest of the feathers inside fall on top of your head.
"That's fair" You say and blow some of the feathers away from your mouth "No my love this is" immediately after he said that Redson pounced at you knocking you back onto to lounge again catching you in a hug the two of you fell into a fit of giggles.
With a free hand you double tap Redson's back in surrender "Okay okay I give I give!" Smiling Redson losses his hold on you and blew a raspberry onto your cheek "About time now stay there and let me order dinner" he sat up and took out his phone to prepare to order but paused at the sound of you laughing harder.
Turning to you he smiled and raised an eyebrow "Sorry sorry just- your hair!" You tried to explain and fell into another fit of laughter and snatched your phone from the table to take a photo.
He leaned over to see the photo you took his hair had a whole lot of feathers stuck on some even poking out he practically looked like a puffed up chicken immediately he patted his hair down pulling out as much of the artificial feathers as he can.
"Very funny I suppose this means I get to pick tonights dinner" immediately you paused your laughter and dramatically gasped "Wait nooo!" Redson finally pulled out the last feather that was stuck on the back of his neck "Hmm maybe I can get that dish you ooo so love~" he knew full well you hated that specific meal but he had to add in his own teasing a bit.
"Awah C'mon and here I thought I was the love of your life" you pretend to faint and fell onto Redson's shoulders he patted your hair and unlocked his phone and ordered your favorite dinner along with his own "while we wait for the food perhaps we should clean up?" He looks at the floor that was covered in features and the ripped pillow.
"Yeah maybe...still though who still makes pillows with feathers these are the bad plastic ones too!" He laughed at your rant and pulled a small feather off your head and began to pick up some of the feathers on the floor.
You helped too picking up some too and ones that got under the lounge you both put the features in a plastic garbage bag and tied it up and left it in the kitchen.
You both sat down on the lounge again and began waiting for the food to arrive Redson was about turn on the TV until he heard you spoke.
"I so won that"
"Why you absolutely did not!"
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