#we already know she reads breakfast at Tiffany's
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Do you think Jose Chung is supposed to be Kurt Vonnegut? Truman Capote? Somebody else who was a big deal in 1996 that I'm not thinking of?
#the x files#txf#jose chung's from outer space#trying to figure out if dana scully is a vonnegut fan basically 😅#we already know she reads breakfast at Tiffany's
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Birthday
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Regina George was panicking.
She had to last a whole day pretending that she forgot about your birthday then rush home without you, set up everything, invite everyone over, then convince you to come over to her house, she knew it was going to be hard especially pretending to forget, she told everyone else to pretend that they forget too, which she will know will be hard for you but it will be worth it by night time.
Meanwhile, at your house, you woke up happily because you knew it was your birthday and you couldn't wait to see your girlfriend, you excitingly got out of bed and changed into light wash denim jeans a pink tank top and a black leather jacket, well it was really Regina's but she hasn't noticed.
You happily walk downstairs and you're instantly greeted by your parents, "Happy Birthday!" They both say, giving you a hug, "I can't believe you're 18 already!" Your Mom says, pulling away from the hug, "Time flies." Your Dad smiles, they both tell you to sit on the couch then leave, a few minutes later they come back holding a few presents. You take the card first, smiling while reading the whole thing.
After you read the card you place it down and pick up one of your presents, you take a small box and carefully open it, your eyes go wide when you see it's from Tiffany and Co, you open the box and gasp at the beautiful necklace inside, "Thank you so much!" You smile, your parents smile back at you, taking a few pictures.
You open almost everything, all except for one present, your Mom said that you have to open that one later which leaves you a bit curious. You go to the kitchen, getting some breakfast. "Got any plans tonight?" Your Dad as you eat your cereal. You nod your head smiling, "Yeah, Regina and I have a date." Your Dad smirks slightly, "Well have fun!" You smile at his excitement, you put your dirty bowl in the dishwasher then rush outside to the car with your Mom, she usually drops you to school on her way to work.
"Have a good day baby!" Your Mom says, you smile back at her, opening the door then walking into school, it was tiring walking around the whole school before you finally found your girlfriend, she was sitting with her friends Gretchen and Karen, they were talking their asses off, as they always do. You happily sat next to Regina, smiling when you saw how her eyes lit up when she saw you.
"Hi baby." She smiled, pulling you in for a kiss, you smiled back at her, waiting for her to say something but it never came, the silence was loud and Regina knew she would accidently say something so she changed the topic. "Is that my jacket?!" She asked, with a jokey hint of annoyance. You smiled proudly, nodding your head, wrapping your arms around yourself, "Yeah."
There was another moment of silence, but this one lasted longer, it lasted until the bell rang and you were starting to get annoyed. When the bell rang you got up and headed to home room without a word, Regina sighed, looking at her friends, she was already feeling extremely guiltily, "Regina, It's okay, It's gonna be worth it." Gretchen told her, giving Regina some comfort.
Thinking that your girlfriend had forgotten your birthday mad you feel annoyed and sad but it didn't help that no one else remembered, the whole feeling made you space out in each class and you didn't hear the bell ring for lunch. "Y/n!" You heard someone yell loudly, you look up and see Janis, waving her hand in front of you. You smile at her, grabbing your stuff and leaving the classroom without another word.
You see your girlfriend and her friends sitting at their unassigned assigned table, you hope that she had remembered by now so you grab your tray of food and walk towards the table, but hope is all drained out when you hear what they were talking about. "We can do it tonight." You hear Karen say, "Tonight?" You question, sitting down on the table Regina looks into your eyes, smiling before saying, "Me and the girls are doing a project tonight." Pulling you in for a kiss right after, you quickly pull away, "But I thought we were hanging out tonight." Regina giggles slightly, "Why would you assume that?"
You look down, playing with your fingers, "Oh. No reason." You say sadly, Regina just goes to to talk with Gretchen and Regina while all you feel is empty inside, you want to get up and leave but your body doesn't let you, for the whole lunch you sit there, you don't even touch your food. When the bell rings, once again you get up without a word, when your out of sight Regina let's out a huge sigh of relief , knowing she's got past the hardest part.
The rest of the day felt like a blur to you, the only thing that you felt like doing was going home and crying, the fact that no one remembered your birthday expect for your parents broke your heart. As soon as the last period bell rang, you rushed out of the school making sure not to even interact with Regina, you saw her and her friends outside by her car which made you roll your eyes, you hoped on the bus, putting your headphones in and then headed home.
When you got home you fell on your bed you wanted to cry to hard but the tears never fell, you remember that you went all out for Regina's 18th birthday, but she can't even remember yours. The bedroom door opened at your Dad gasped in shock, "I thought you were going out.." He started, sympathy in his voice. "Yeah I did too, but Regina didn't remember my birthday." He sighed sadly, "I'm sorry baby, do you want to have some cake with your mother and I?" You shake your head, "I'm not really in the mood right now."
He nods, closing the door then walking downstairs, smiling at your Mom, knowing that you had no idea what was going on, yes, Regina got your parents in on it, so they knew Regina didn't actually forget. A few minutes after your dad left you felt your phone vibrating, you pulled it out and rolled your eyes seeing it was from Regina, but there was small hope in you that she finally remembered, so you answer. "Hi Gina." you smile.
"Hi Princess." She says, making you blush, as mad as you are at her, she still has an effect on you. "Anyway so me and the girls want to go out, I need the jacket for my outfit so could you please drop it off." You sigh sadly, you had your hopes way to high, "Oh. Um. Yeah sure." You say, quickly hanging up before she could say anything.
You grab your keys then go downstairs, you tell your parents that you're going to Regina's to drop off something, they nod with slight smiles on their faces. You get to her house and walk up the stairs, you ring the door bell and just wait for her to answer. After what felt like hours, she opens the door, "Thanks baby." She smiles, kissing your lips, but you don't kiss back, you look behind her and see that it's very dark inside, you're curious so you step inside making Regina smirk and close the door behind you.
For a few seconds it's quiet but then the lights turn on and everyone jumps out, all your friends and family were there and you had the best reaction on your face, the whole house was decorated and a few minutes later your parents walked in. "You'd really think I'd forget princess?" Regina asks, wrapping her arms around your waist, you giggle, she gives you a bag, you open it up and gasp seeing the prettiest dress inside. "Go and get changed baby."
You rush on upstairs to her room, getting changed quickly, everyone goes quiet when you walk downstairs, you look breath-taking, Regina takes your hand and pulls you over to the couch, pulling out the gift that your parents had earlier, the one they said you had to open later, "Your Mom made this for you."
You open the present, you smile brightly seeing that it's a photobook of all your years, you slowly go through it and Regina takes a few photos so she has them to keep, she smiles seeing when she started to come in, which was when you were about 14, the two of you were so young and clueless of where you would be today.
The party was amazing, Regina got you so many expensive and heartfelt gifts, you also got a few gifts from the other guests, when everyone left, you and Regina went up to her room, you change into her hoodie and sweats then jump on the bed. Regina gets on the bed, placing a hand under the hoodie you a wearing, touching your bare waist. She leans in, lips close hover above your hear, "Ready for your last present baby?"
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#regina george x reader#Regina george 2024#regina george#gxg#mean girls 2024#reneé rapp#wlw#lesbian#mean girls#fluff#janis imi'ike#gretchen wieners#karen shetty
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Cuckold beginning
I stood close to Maggie my wife of less then a year. Trying to hide what was happening in this crowded bar. She was facing me as she leaned against a man we had met not even an hour ago. His hand under her skirt as his fingers worked in and out of her pussy. We had fantasized about her being with another man. Her hand slid across the throbbing bulge in my pants. Maggie was 27 petite redhead with fair skin. The man that was going to make her cum in front of 50 people was a mountain of a man. His darkly tanned skin was such a contrast against her. I watched as his massive hand slid thick long fingers inside my wife. Maggie stopped him and stepped away. And headed to the ladies room.
"Let me get you another drink" Marc said. When the bartender came over. "Double burboun" then looked at me and smiled "and an appletini for my little friend" a moment later Maggie returned she took a sip of my drink with a smile. And pushed her pink panties into my hand. She turned and kissed Marc.
"Finish your drink" Maggie said then leaned in close. "I am going to take Marc upstairs and let him fuck me so good" with that Marc led her away. I left my drink and went for a walk on the beach. I got a pic of Maggie on her knees with both her hands wrapped around Marc's massive cock. I found myself in another bar right on the beach. I proceeded to get drunk doing shots of tequila. A woman sat down next to me.
"Looking for company?" She asked. I was already drunk. But bought her a drink. And proceeded to tell this working girl how my wife was in the hotel getting fucked by another man. She didn't laugh just listened her hand touched my leg.
"The way you tell your story you aren't made are you?" her hand brushing against my hard cock. "That is what I thought" she noticed I still had Maggie's panties balled up in my fist.
"Are you going to wear them for her when she is done?" This woman teased. "I bet she would love it if you did" she kept at me until I agreed to go put them on. When I returned from the bathroom she pulled the back of my shorts abit to check if I had really worn them. She walked me back to the hotel.
"Thank you" I said handing her $50. She took it and made sure I got to my room. Marc was gone. I must of passed out after that. When I woke the room was filled with light and Maggie was no where to be seen. I found her by the pool in a string bikini.
"What happened to you last night?" She smiled. I was still wearing the same clothes as I ordered breakfast.
"Tiffany bought you back to the room" she said.
"It wasn't like that" I said immediately defensive
"I know my little Cuckold sissy" Maggie giggled "Woman like that don't want aplletini sipping panty wearing bitches" she told me. I realized I still wore her pink panties.
"We talked about this and you where okay, but then what you ran off and fried to drown your sorrows" she asked
"I was just, I don't know. Did everything go alright? He was " I said
"Big?" Maggie smiled. "Yes he was" she then took me by the hand and led me back to the room. She stripped me leaving on her panties. Then started to give me a handjob.
"I can tell you about it just like those stories you read" she told me. I nodded
She got up and put on a robe. Then sat back down and started by just holding my cock. One hand was all she needed with only the very tip sticking out of her fist.
"He was gentile but firm. He stripped me and had me suck his cock once we got back here. He was this big she said holding her hands on my thighs what must be 10 inches apart. Her fingers rubbed but she didn't jerk me off. More teasing.
"I really tried to take him all down my throat but he was soon big" she told me like I would be disappointed.
"Then when I thought I almost could he pulled my hair and picked me up he tossed me on the bed and kissed and bit my breast. Then I felt his hard cock pressing against my pussy. It parted for him as if begging to feel a real dick." She told me.
He went slow letting me adjust to his size but once he was all the way in he fucked me like a machine. I came almost immediately. So he rolled over and had me ride him. I clawed at his chest everytime I took that monster inside me". She teased my nipples and rubbed my dick mostly thru the soft material of her panties.
"I came a second time but this time he grabbed my hips and used me to masterbate picking me up and down till he came deep inside me. I was his toy" she told me.
"Do you want to cum?" She asked. I could only nodded. She stroked me four or five times before I came all over her hand. She bought her hand to my face holding right to my nose. Then she took her hand and licked it.
"I hope you liked this, because I want to explore this more" Maggie told me. "But no more of this disappearing and getting drunk" she pulled my panties back up. "I like these as well, so get used to them" she told me heading back to the pool .
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For our first installment, I’ll be covering the first decade of this blog, the 1920s. When I I think of this era, I envision the roaring twenties, full of flapper dresses and glamorous time in fashion. A period full of parties in a world seen through rose-tinted glasses. I think of overindulgence and socialites. Of course, art is a representation of culture, they go hand in hand. Fashion reflects the times, and if there is one thing about this era in fashion, it reflects its optimistic and almost carefree culture. Now, enough of my rambling, onto my favourite parts of 1920s fashion.
This is when Coco Chanel made the flapper dresses we all associate with the twenties especially popular. This dress style can be seen above worn by Joan Crawford, a Broadway icon of the times. During this decade, the go-to party dress was straight with a dropped waistline, low cut back, square neckline, and was often decorated with strings of shiny beads and jewelry.
Oddly enough, the hemlines were not as short as you'd expect in a dress like this. Honestly I think the longer hemline fits better with the dress because it already has such a low cut back. It would be too much otherwise. I think the hemline fits with the dress, the best advice in fashion is you don't want 20 dresses in 1 dress. I remember my mother's tailor saying this just about every single time she was getting a dress made. That is something that will always stay with me. An outfit has to be harmonious, and harmonious the flapper dress is. The beads and decorations are flashy, but not too much. I really cannot stand overly flashy clothing, it just ends up looking tacky. It's fun and it's free but not too crazy, just like the lifestyle. Although they’re not very fitted (straight cut), I still think they’re very stylish and elegant. If I lived during this time period, I would absolutely be wearing flapper dresses on a night out. I'd honestly pick them over a lot of the styles we have today. Simplicity is key.
Of course, no party dress is complete without a decadent shawl or coat, which they definitely loved to wear during this time. I completely adore this idea. I think it adds an additional dimension to the look and really just makes it that much more glamorous. These coats never fail to remind me of a book that I absolutely love, entitled Tender is The Night by Scott Fitzgerald because of how rich they are. I remember reading it for the first time in grade 9 and thinking what a time the roaring twenties must have been. Oddly enough, I also get reminded of the third season of The Vampire Diaries where the characters revisit their time in the 20s.
Now, the important thing to note about the 1920s is this is when fashion started becoming more accessible. Clothing was no longer a status symbol. I for one love this idea, and I think it's nice to see a time where everyone was presentable all the time because that was the standard. Personally I love the feeling of being put together. Otherwise, I feel like a mess, and I think overall everyone just looks better when they're in a proper outfit. At this time, women wore dresses at the time, with lots of accessories, whether it be hats, purses, jewelry, or whatever else. It's strange now to see people wearing hats all the time, and quite eccentric ones at that, but I truly adore the idea. It makes me think of the one scene in Breakfast at Tiffanys (yes, I know it takes place during the 1960s) where Audrey Hepburn is walking down the street in a red coat with a matching hat. That outfit will forever be iconic to me because accessories take an outfit to another level. A simple straight-cut dress becomes a fun look with the right heels, hat, and jewelry. That is the key to the 1920s look. That’s what I believe to be the best fashion tip out there. And of course, don't be afraid to make it a little fun. We'd all do well to remember that sometimes.
Until next time, xx.
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Chenford + friends with benefits
Hi Anon! Hope you will like this. This is my first time writing a Tumblr prompt. I tried to do this prompt justice, and hopefully, you will like it.
"Babe, let's watch Friends with Benefits, a 2011 rom-com. This is one of my guilty pleasure movies," Lucy says as she curls up on her couch and covers herself with a quilt. It was her third day following her last UC assignment. After her and Tim’s much-needed sincere conversation, a long bath, and a 24-hour long sleep, Lucy finally feels like herself. Sergeant Grey has given Tim and her a week off, and they've spent the last one and a half days having their desired sexy time all over the apartment as Tamara is on a weeklong study tour with her classmates. As much as Lucy adores Tamara, she needed this week alone with Tim, especially after such an adrenaline-charged week.
Tim appears from the kitchen, holding a bowl of popcorn, and kisses Lucy on the forehead before settling down next to her. This causes her to melt into his gentle kiss. She scoots towards him and rests her head on his shoulder as he takes his seat next to her." He quips, "Yeah, we'll have to make do with it since you have already watched the new season of Top Chef without me, and that too after you made me promise not to watch it alone." She swats his chest and squeals "no" as she raises her head from his shoulder. She looks incredibly cute doing so. Too irresistible for him, who is still in a haze after their mid-evening sexy time. So, he simply puts the bowl of popcorn on the table and takes her face in between his palms, kissing her passionately. It is filthy and has the potential to turn into another couch sex session, but Lucy stops and says, "Babe, nah, I wanna watch this movie now, and later we can continue this in the bedroom after dinner. Furthermore, this caramel popcorn smells too good to waste. So, Bradford, keep your mouth and hands to yourself." Tim takes a breath and makes an effort to school himself, but he holds onto her nonetheless, drawing her even closer.
Lucy looks up into Tim's eyes and asks in a fake stern voice, "So, are we watching this movie or what?" while still in Tim's embrace. He says, "Yeah, yeah, play your movie," making a conscious effort to focus on something other than her large, exquisite brown eyes. She smiles and presses play, wrapping Tim and herself in the quilt as she snuggles next to him, and Tim wraps his arms around her shoulder. They become engrossed in the film once it begins. She observes that the film appears to have succeeded in eliciting some laughs from Tim. He laughs throughout the scene as he watches Mila Kunis' Jamie and Justin Timberlake's Dylan negotiate the terms of their arrangement before having sex. During the flash mob scene, she also notices Tim rolling his eyes at the screen. But as the credits start to roll, a smile spreads across his face.
"So, did you like the movie?", Lucy grins and inquires. "You call this a movie! Really? We just squandered an hour and 48 minutes of our lives watching this when we could have watched classics like It Happened One Night or Breakfast at Tiffany's," Tim says with mock disdain. This, however, does not fool her, as she remarks, "Huh, stop lying, Grandpa; you know I can read you. Right? And we've already seen those movies, and we like them, but you liked this as well," she said, raising an eyebrow and tickling his side. He finally gives up and lets out a hearty chuckle before saying, "Okay, okay, okay. I agree that it was not nearly as bad as I had anticipated, and I had a good time. However, it might have just been you; perhaps your adorable popcorn chewing made the movie bearable."
They've been dating for almost nine months, and yet a single compliment from Tim still makes her cheeks flush like a rose. She then scrunches her nose in a cat-like manner and gazes into his eyes. She gently pushes Tim away as he is about to pull her in for another round of couch make-out and says, "Neah. We'll watch No Strings Attached now. Okay, time for some trivia: Did you know that this movie and Friends with Benefits were both released in the same year and essentially share the same plot? Additionally, the No Strings Attached actor Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis from Friends with Benefits are married in real life. Another interesting fact: In real life, these two began as friends with benefits and fell in love within months. Exactly like in the movie!"
Tim scoffs and says, "Fools, they already did these two movies and still tried something stupid like this. Seriously, actors are just dumb people." Lucy furrows her brow and mocks, "Tim, by your logic, no one but the cops are intelligent. Isn’t it?" Tim says, "Damn straight," in an earnest voice and straight face. Lucy titters and exclaims, "Babe, you're hopeless!"
"Okay, tell me, do you think we could have ever been friends with benefits?" Lucy asks before Tim can respond. "Nope," Tim says, popping his P. "So, you're saying that if we weren't in this relationship and were both single, and I offered you to be my friend with benefits, you would have declined?" she inquires, a little perplexed. Tim nods and shakes his head, signaling ‘yes’. "You found me attractive before we started dating, right?", with a perplexed look on her face, she asks as she turns entirely to face Tim."I mean, yeah, of course, you did. The way you ogled at me at Lopez-Evers' first wedding! You did lust for me, didn't you?" she continues, speaking more to herself than to Tim. “Okay, to answer your questions chronologically: First, yes, I did find you attractive even then. To be completely honest, I liked you before it would have been appropriate for me to. Second, come on, I was just checking you out respectfully. The third and most importantly I have never merely lusted after you. And that's why I'd never been your friend with benefits," he replies, pressing his lips together in a line to hide a smile.
Lucy's now puzzled, so she stands up and asks, "So let me get this straight: you were attracted to me, and that's why you didn't want to fuck me? How does it add up, Sergeant Bradford? Could you please elaborate? Sir, just enlighten me with your seer wisdom." She continues after recalling what John had said to her after their first run-in with the Feds about Tim's hook-up with a CIA agent: "And don't you dare pretend as if it were some moral code or something, because I know about your little hook-up with Katie Hall during your army days." "Nolan and his big mouth!" Tim mutters under his breath. "Huh, what did you think just because you sent me back under the guise of assisting Lopez? I won’t get to know. We still diss our TOs. And when I say ‘still," I mean "STILL NOW." Lucy almost yells the last part with a combined expression of mischief and exasperation on her face.
Tim extends his hands and tugs Lucy into his lap on the couch, and in a very serene voice, he says, "Officer Lucy Chen, this Sergeant of yours was always awestruck by your enchanting presence. And no, it has nothing to do with my morals or honor; instead, it is entirely about you. I knew after our first hug that if I touched you intimately, there would be no going back. If we had crossed the line, I would have made sure that you were mine and mine alone, so I could never have remained just your friend who occasionally fucks you. I've always known that once I touched you, I'd kill anyone who even considered doing so. Lucy Chen: I had fallen in love with you long before I realized it."
Lucy looks up into his eyes, tears welling up in her own. They have both been aware of this since their first failed date, if not earlier, but they haven't had the courage to acknowledge it out loud yet. She doesn’t know how to respond because Tim proclaimed it with such nonchalance. So, she closes her eyes, cups Tim's face in her palms, and kisses him while stuttering, "I... I... love you too, Tim." As she opens her eyes, she drags a deep breath, and through her sobs, she declares in a whisper, "God, I'm not sure from exactly when, but maybe from the day I woke up with you reading Teen Rebel by my hospital bed," against his lips.
Tim gets up from the couch with Lucy wrapped around him, lifting her along as if she were a weightless bundle of clothes, and says with all the love in his voice, "Lucy, you have bewitched this hardass TO of yours since the day you set foot in my chaotic life. You brought me peace and stability. Baby, you made me a better person. And now I can't imagine going a single day without having you by my side." Tim then kisses her cheeks, wiping her tears away, and whispers, "Baby, now if you'll let me, I'd like to show you just how much I love you. Would you please allow me to worship you?" As the heat rises in her lower belly and her cheeks begin to flush, Lucy nods and gestures 'yes.' As Tim carries her into the bedroom, she thinks about how she never imagined that watching a mediocre rom-com would lead to a love confession. However, she simply closes her eyes and thanks the universe that it finally happened.
#chenford#lucy chen#tim bradford#tim bradford x lucy chen#tim x lucy#the rookie#lucy x tim#tucy#the rookie abc#chenfordland#chenford fanfic#chenford fic
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Hello again M🕵🏻♀️,
I just read your answer to the 1950s film anon with the MUBI screenshots and got so very excited! 📽️😻🎞️
Your suggestions are in oh-so-excellent tastes! I had to come here to share my favs (okay some might be from the 60s…😳🫢)
🚬”Breathless” (Jean Seberg & Jan Paul Belmondo, need I say more?!)
🥲”Bonjour Tristesse” (again, Jean Seberg, and the novel by Françoise Sagan was an absolute banger too!)
📸 “Rear Window” (My fav Hitchcock. James Stewart is actually not annoying in this one.)
🌂”Mon Oncle” (Jacques Tati might be an acquired taste, esp. in America…but I love the minute details he obsess over in all his films that create the whole quirky-kitsh-odd, sometimes bizarre atmosphere)
💎”Breakfast at Tiffany’s” (🙄I know, cliche…but I just love Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard in this one, even with the despicable depiction of quasi Japonesque character Mr. Yunioshi played by Mickey Rooney. Funny how Peppard also went on to act in action films/shows later, just like Belmondo)
👑”Roman Holiday” (I’m partial to Gregory Peck in this one.)
⛵️”Plein Soleil” (Alain Delon is breathtaking in this one…)
Ohgosh~🫣there already are too many! Sorry! I’m just so excited for the transformation of your space where I can now find and talk about two of my odd varieties of obsessions (Bangtan & films)!
P.S. Much newer, but do you happen to like Wim Wenders films by any chance? What about Jim Jarmusch?
Your excitement is contagious, anon! This list takes me back to high school, each film has a different memory attached to it.
If you like Jean Seberg, I recommend listening to a series from the You Must Remember This podcast. Her career and life was discussed in detail in parallel with Jane Fonda. Look it up and you'll find it easily. The shooting for Bonjour Tristesse was a bit of a hell for Jean.
Your comment about James Stewart took me out because I understand the feeling. I'm not a fan, there's something about him that annoys me (maybe the way he talks?), but I can see that he was a good actor. I don't have anything serious to criticize.
Yes, Tati is an acquired taste. It never got to me to the point of wanting to watch a lot of his filmography, but he is one of a kind and an influence to those that came after him (Greta mentions him for the inspiration behind Barbie as well)
With Breakfast at Tiffany's, a cliche or not, does it matter? It's too iconic. Yes, it has a reputation and good material for specific tumblr/pinterest aesthetics, but for good reason. If we take all that aside, we're still left with something of value, given that it's also an adaption of a Capote novel.
There's so much to talk about Audrey Hepburn that it requires a separate post. I don't think Hollywood had another actress like her or even coming close to that kind of presence. She was a movie star in her own category. Anyway, I never became a fan of Gregory Peck (I didn't go and search his films) but damn the guy was hot. Can I have a Roman Holiday too? Just like that? 😄
Alain Delon in Plein Soleil is a sin. And a perfect summer film. With this guy, I have to manage to separate the actual person and his political beliefs from the star he was in the 60s. Same with Brigitte Bardot. Ignore and store that in the back of my head so I can enjoy the films.
As to your questions, I could never get into the Jarmusch vibe, although I did watch a few of his films. I don't have anything against him he's good and a true artist, but it doesn't match with my taste. With Wim Wenders, I know Wings of Desire, Paris, Texas, The American Friend, Pina. Again, it's the type of director that has his place in film history, but I never focused particularly on him.
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Watch "Deep Blue Something - Breakfast At Tiffany's (Official Music Video)" on YouTube
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Hera
Zues
We're losing time and we need to make it up and we need people tons of people who way behind and we're noticing it I'm putting the order out there now
Freya
We got a bunch of orders out there but she's doing it for Olympus
Thor
Yes she is and you are and we're sending it out now we have put a real number out and it's very big and we could do that and put how many people we need more like they do with the thermometer thing it's not a bad idea
Olympus I'm going to test it in some areas
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Christmas Day - Ben Chilwell
Day 25, ITS CHRISTMAS!!
Merry Christmas Hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it.
Please let me know if you should continue with dad!ben and Hallie
You rolled over in bed to find an empty space which caused you to wake up, opening your eyes slightly getting used to the light. Before you even opened your eyes properly you realised Ben wasn’t there. You frowned slightly, wondering where he would be. You noticed that the baby wasn’t in her crib, it was 6am, so you decided to see what they were up to.
You climbed out of bed. It was very unusual for Ben to be out of bed, and you were almost certain you didn’t hear Hallie cry. You wrapped your night gown, wrapping it close to your body, as you walked out of the bedroom. “Ben” You called from the top of the stairs.
No answer
You decided to descend the stairs and see where they were. You walked down the stairs and followed where the noise was coming from. You walked into the Kitchen to find Ben making breakfast while holding Hallie, who was asleep on his shoulder.
“What are you doing up already on Christmas morning?” You asked. Leaning on the kitchen island you couldn’t help but smile as you watched Ben cook breakfast one handed.
“Well, It Christmas so its tradition to be up early, especially now we have Hallie and I thought of making breakfast in bed but that’s ruined now” Ben spoke pouting slightly that you had ruined the gesture.
“As much as this is so sweet of you, Hallie won’t even know it’s Christmas yet, she’s two days old. Give it 5 years and then we will be up at the crack of dawn. We shouldn’t be up for at least another hour yet, if she is settled.” You say sitting on the breakfast bar stool carefully. You were still in a lot of pain.
Ben rolled his eyes. “You just don’t like getting up, anyway, you shouldn’t be up.” Ben speaks, noticing you wincing. “True, but I couldn’t fall back to sleep knowing you both were down here. You smile as you watch your boyfriend.
“So, what time do we go over to your parents?” You asked. You were spending the day at Ben’s family. Your parents were going to be there too. This was the perfect opportunity for them to meet Hallie for the first time.
“11…I said we would be there for 11 so I thought we could have breakfast, open our presents then get ready to leave for 10:30″ Ben said about his idea as he adjusted his arms with Hallie.
“Sounds like you have it already planned in that little mind of yours” you smiled as you kissed his cheek as he sat down next to you placing your breakfast which was toast in front of you. “Thank you for my Christmas breakfast in bed” You say smiling before tucking into the toast that Ben had prepared for me.
We finished breakfast. Ben told me to go to the lounge why he washed up before we opened the presents. You carefully took sleeping Hallie. You found it amusing that Ben loved Christmas, and as much as you loved Christmas, Ben was extra excited.
You sat on the sofa, with Hallie and waited for Ben to walk in. You noticed you had a few more presents than you got Ben. You couldn’t help yourself as you placed Hallie in her bouncer. You looked at your presents.
“I thought I told you to wait until I got in here” Ben rolled his eyes, as he walked in and sat across from you. “I was only looking at the tag” you said showing that in fact you were reading the tag.
“I’ll let you open your first” Ben sayss smiling up at you “If you are sure. If you want to open yours, I don't mind waiting." You say to which Ben shakes his head.
You started to open the presents, which revealed a coffee maker that you had been wanting for months, despite not being able to drink coffee. Boots that you know your normal sized feet would fit in and a Tiffany and Co necklace. “These are amazing Ben, thank you”
“One more.” He smiled, as he passed you a present. It turned out to be an England NT shirt, with his name on the back. “Aw, I was hoping for a Mount one” You say, acting disappointed.
“Wow but look underneath the shirt.” Ben rolled his eyes at your response. You did so, to reveal a baby jersey with Ben’s name on it.
“These are amazing I love them, thank you so much” You smile as you walked around to kiss Ben, as you sit next to him.
“You can open yours now” You smile.
Ben's eyes lit up, he loved Christmas. It was the first Christmas morning without being with your parents, so it was different. You wanted to make it as special as you could as a new family of three.
Ben opened his presents. You had managed to put together a special present which you were making throughout your pregnancy which finished with his birthday photo, which was him and Hallie, from when she was born. You could of sworn he shed a happy tear.
“Wow, this is amazing Y/N” Ben smiled, as he looked up to you. “I’m glad you like it!” You beamed.
This must be one of the best Christmas days ever. You carefully stood up and started to pick the paper up. “No, I’ll do that.” Ben says, taking the screwed-up paper.
“I guess we should get ready to head to Mum and Dad’s” Ben says, as he picks up the rest of the paper.
“I’ll put these back under the tree and run up for a shower and get Hallie ready” You replied as you started to put the gifts back under the tree. “Merry Christmas Y/N” Ben said kissing your forehead, which made you smile broadly.
“Merry Christmas Ben”
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Powers and Periods
“No! ¡No, no, no, no!” you said, dropping your skirt and falling dramatically to the floor.
Kate Bishop bursted in the room, a worried expression on her face. “Everything okay, (Y/N)?”
“No! Life is nothing but a melancholy cycle of suffering and pain that I cannot seem to escape. Why, dear God, have you bestowed such agony upon me?” you asked theatrically, staring up at the ceiling and gesturing with your hands.
“What… happened?” Kate asked, hesitantly getting closer to you.
“Look!” you raised your skirt so that she could see the blood dripping down your leg.
“Ah, I see. Is there anything I can do?”
“Kill me. There’s a knife under my pillow. Just cut off my head and end it all. Do be careful to make the blow sure and quick. I shan’t like to have you hacking away at me, furthering my pain.”
“Go to CVS and get candy and ibuprofen. Got it,” Kate said before leaving the room.
Kate made her way down to the common room where the Avengers were waiting.
“Well,” said Tony, “have you figured out what’s wrong with Sabrina Spellman up there?”
When you had felt the first painful cramp shoot up, you had cried out, causing a shockwave of your powers to spread through the tower. The TV had turned off, small sparks flying out of it, the toaster-which Bucky was already petrified of- had burst into flames, and everyone’s cell phones had been ripped from their hands.
You had been subjected to Baron Von Strucker’s experiments in Sokovia alongside Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, gaining powers like theirs, so now, whenever you felt intense emotions or intense pain, it caused you to lose control of your powers.
Kate sighed, “moontime.”
“Moontime?” Steve asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“Kate thinks that a woman’s menstrual cycle is some type of sacred womanly connection with the moon thing,” said Nat, smirking at the blush painting Peter’s face.
“Parker,” Kate nodded at Peter, “I’m about to go to the store to get her some stuff. In the meantime, you go up there with her.”
Peter’s eyes widened. “Oh, no. I can’t. I don’t know what to do in this situation. Miss Belova-”
Yelena, whom you were close with, cut him off. “Don’t look at me. I don’t get periods. I don’t have a uterus.”
“Or ovaries,” Natasha added.
“What?” Peter asked in a panicked, fearful voice.
“Oh, yeah, in the Red Room they give us involuntary hysterectomies when we “graduate”. They just kind of go in, and rip out all of our reproductive organs. They just get right in there and chop them all away-everything gone- so you can’t have babies-”
“Okay! Okay, I don’t need to know how it all happens!” Peter practically yelled.
“Oh, I was about to start talking about fallopian tubes, but alright,” Yelena replied nonchalantly.
“Oh, God, fallopian tubes,” said Peter, starting to feel faint.
“Hey!” Kate snapped her fingers, “Parker! Don’t go passing out, now. Your girlfriend needs you up there.”
As Kate started for CVS, Peter began muttering to himself. “It’s okay… it’s okay… it’ll be fine.”
Tony walked over to him, placing his hands on Peter’s shoulders. “Hey, kid, don’t sweat it. Just turn on The Notebook, give her plenty of candy and ice cream, and be her shoulder to cry on! It’s easy as 1, 2, 3.”
“Tony,” Steve shot the shorter man a glare before redirecting his eyes to Peter. “A woman’s menstrual cycle is a beautiful, natural time. Now, what you need to know is-”
Tony cut him off, handing Peter a tub of ice cream and two spoons. “Aht, can it, old man. Kid, Notebook. Candy. Shoulder. One two three. Git.” Tony gestured to the elevator.
Peter took a deep breath. All right, he thought. Here I go.
He made his way to the elevator, went up to your floor, and went to your bedroom door.
He gently knocked on the door. “Baby,” he said softly. “Baby, it’s me.”
You groaned loudly. “Come in.”
Peter opened the door, his eyes widening at the sight of you.
Your hair was positively bedraggled, you were breathing heavily, and there was a look of deep agony on your face.
You narrowed your eyes at him, sighing and saying, “Ugh, I already know I look like the undead.”
“Prettiest zombie I’ve ever seen,” he said smiling at you.
“You’re just saying that because you don’t want to hurt my feelings.”
“M saying it cause it’s true,” he replied, sliding in the bed next to you.
He rested his head on your shoulder, sighing. “I brought you ice cream,” he said, raising the two spoons.
You paused a moment before replying. “Rocky Road?”
“You know it,” he said, smiling, opening the tub, sticking one of the spoons in, and handing it to you. You smiled brightly at him. “Now, Kate is at the store getting The Notebook, so I was thinking until she gets back maybe we can do Breakfast at Tiffany’s?”
“That sounds wonderful,” you said, pointing at him as a way to sort of say “right on!”
He smiled happily, pulling out the DVD, and hitting play.
He crawled back into bed with you, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder and eat your favorite ice cream, a hazy smile on your face. Every so often, Peter would look down at you affectionately, amazed at how incredibly beautiful you looked in your natural state of being.
About an hour into the movie, you spoke up. “Hey, Peter?”
He hummed in response.
“You know, you’re pretty good at the whole “my girlfriend’s on her period” thing.”
“You had doubts?” asked Peter, looking at you with a semi offended look on his face.
“Peter, I have super hearing and can hardly control my ability to read minds. I heard Yelena nearly kill you downstairs and I heard all your nervous thoughts in the elevator.”
“Oh,” he said, his cheeks stinging a shade of pink.
“Don’t worry, you’re kind of the best person to have around during moontime,” you said. You both laughed at the use of Kate’s term.
He didn’t say anything in response. He just kissed your forehead and held you tighter.
You both fell asleep there. Your head on his shoulder and his arms wrapped around you.
Kate ended up busting in, saying, “I got the candy-”. She stopped when she realized that you were both asleep. She smiled genuinely, then mischievously, pulling out her phone and snapping a picture of the sight in front of her. “Blackmail,” she muttered, stuffing her phone back into her back pocket. She left the ibuprofen, candy, and movie on your nightstand, smiling one more time.
She hummed. “They’ll be alright.” And with that, she closed the door, leaving you two your loving rest.
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“Am I a chaotic mom?” Rosemary said. “If you call protecting your kids, cheering them on at the playground, and threatening other parents for them, being a 'Chaotic mom.'? Then, yes. I am a chaotic Mom.”
“She's been asked to not attend Jace's piano lessons, anymore. Due to taking it as a challenge of whose child is better,” Céline added. “She's also been asked not to attend Kit's art classes, anymore. Due to, once again, taking it as a challenge.”
“Look, you didn't hear what Timmy called Kit's art,” Rosemary defended. “And Jon insulted Jace's piano music. And we both know our kids are the best.”
“Mon amour, you can't threaten other parents,” Céline rubbed Rosemary's back. “You go to the principal, so he can do it.”
“Next question,” Rosemary gestured with her hand.
The interviewer asked. “Do you two have plans to get married?”
“Ask the goddamn person who 'runs' this place that question,” Rosemary got a little heated. “‘What about the children? What will they think when they see two women getting married?’ Probably that same sex relationships are fine, and that it's okay to be gay. Dear, god how terrible that would be,” she said that part sarcastically. “Oh, and don't get me started on the ‘If you're in a relationship with a guy and are a bisexual or pansexual, etc, woman, you're in a straight relationship.’ Like no. Why is everything like this?”
Céline put a hand on her shoulder to soothe her. “That's a sensitive subject. We want to get married, but laws and refusals for our requests keep it from happening.”
“I moved into the territory of Nephilim to be treated like this,” Rosemary grumbled. “I do have plans to start a new life if we have to.”
“Well, not that I'm defending them but. . .” Céline said, “the mundane world hasn't approved it yet, either,” Céline added. "Don't ask why I know that.”
Rosemary sighed. “It doesn't matter. I know I love her and she loves me. That's what really matters.”
Céline smiled at Rosemary and kissed her cheek.
It was these moments that reminded Céline this was what it was like to be loved entirely by someone.
“Next question,” Rosemary rushed. “The boys are with Michael and Robert, and I want alone time with my love.”
“Who is Jace's biological father?”
“Well, Jace's father is Stephen Herondale,” Céline answered. “We were married for about four years but got a divorce. For reasons. He remarried recently. But he's still in Jace's life, and does his best to be a good father.”
“And Kit's?”
“His father died when I was pregnant with him,” Rosemary replied.
“Oh,” the interviewer said. “Sorry to hear that.”
“We done?” Rosemary was examining her nails. “I don't know why you're so interested in us, honestly. We live in the country side of Idris. Nothing exciting.”
Their neighbors were werewolves, but they kept quiet about it. For their neighbors safety.
At that moment Michael and Robert brought the boys back. The other kids with them.
“Welp,” Rosemary said. “Now, you really gotta go. Too bad.”
“Take care,” Céline waved.
The interviewer left.
“This weekly Idris stuff is really interesting,” Michael said.
“That's one way to put it.” Rosemary went to pour the kids each something to drink.
Jace and Alec were talking about something; Isabelle was helping Max read his book; Clary was showing Kit her artwork; And Jonathan Wayland and Jona Fairchild were laughing about something.
They were good kids, Céline thought.
Rosemary had never been a fan of television interviewd or anything like this. But they wouldn't stop bugging them until they agreed.
It was funny to watch her talk with the interviewers. Rosemary wouldn't admit it, but she loved messing with the interviewers.
“So,” Michael clapped his hands together. “Game night this weekend. We're playing scrabble.”
“You sure Robert can handle that,” Rosemary said taking a drink From her wine glass.
Robert shot her look. ”Should you be drinking?”
“Last I checked,” Rosemary shot back. “You're the irresponsible drunk. That's you.”
Rosemary and Robert would go on like that if no one stopped them.
“Will Luke and Jocelyn be bringing the kids again?” Céline asked, trying to divert the conversation.
“Yup,” Michael gave a thumbs up. “Though, Maryse and Kadir have some business to attend to. So they won't be there.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Céline smiled.
Kadir ran the New York Institute, Maryse helped him run it. They made a good team.
They talked for a few more minutes.
“Well, we'll get out of your hair.” Michael went to pick up Max.
The kids all followed Michael out the door like ducklings, except not in a fine line.
After they left Céline started to prepare dinner.
“So,” Rosemary said to Jace, “what's the status?”
“They're dating,” he grinned.
“Yes,” she high-fived Jace. “I knew you'd get the information, kid.”
“What about me?” Kit asked.
“I knew you'd keep everyone busy,” Rosemary winked. “In time I will assign you tasks, my love.”
“Rosemary, did you have our son investigate for you?” Céline asked.
“Yeah,” she shrugged.
“I didn't mind. I snuck around like a detective,” Jace said. “Alec followed me around to make sure I didn't get hurt or in trouble.”
Céline smiled at that. Jace and Alec were best friends. They did everything together, and Céline would often find them laughing together uncontrollable. Not just any could get that kind of laughter out of Alec.
Rosemary practiced french with the boys while Céline made dinner; that had been her birthday present to Céline. She and the boys were going to become fluent in french, and they were taking a trip to France this fall.
Jace was already almost fluent. Céline had been teaching him little words since he was old enough. He called her “Maman.”often.
Rosemary knew Céline missed it, and she was doing all this for her.
Jace came up to Céline and hugged her. He had always been a mama's boy. Céline had never minded.
“You okay?” She added. “Not that I mind the hugs.”
He nodded. “Can I help you make dinner?”
“Yeah.” She got a stool for him to stand on and they made dinner together while Rosemary and Kit practiced.
This was all she'd ever wanted, Céline thought. This was what it felt like to be safe and loved and happy. And she'd cherish it every day.
It took time to heal. It wasn't easy to heal. But she was better now.
They had dinner and put the boys to bed.
Then Céline climbed into bed with Rosemary, snuggling close to her. Once again thinking this was safe, this was home.
She kissed Rosemary and was rewarded with a smile, then she kissed her back.
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The next morning they were woken up by the boys crawling into bed with them. They loved to snuggle as a family.
After breakfast they went for a walk as a family.
When I get stuck I've decided to write short things 😎
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Coffee Run & Green Eyes
Series: Spark Between Us
Relationship: Jensen Ackles x Skyline McNoir (OFC)
A/N: Hey everyone! I know it’s been a long time and I apologize for those waiting for more stories, but if you follow me on IG then you would know that this last week I was struck with a stomach flu which caused me to not have enough energy for various things. Luckily, I’ve recovered and feel much better. I also want to apologize to those who have requested me some stories, don’t worry I have Not forgotten about you! Just been dealing with some things!
But!! To not keep you guys in the dark I decided to post a Series I wrote for Ao3 on here, just to give y’all something to read meanwhile I work on some other works for y’all!! Hope y’all enjoy it!
Another thing, we have hit 105 followers y’all!!!! Thank you so much for all the love y’all continue in giving me!! I appreciate it so much!! 🥲💚
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Summary: Skyline McNoir tags along with a few friends who are attending a convention of some show she’s never watched. Little did she know, she would fall head over heels for the lead actor.
Word Count: 2.4 K
Warnings: Will contain Fluff, public sex, alcohol consumption, public fingering, just pure NSFW for all you Jensen fans out there 😊
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The blasting chorus of Follow Me Now by Jason Gleed, wakes Skyline up. Her Hazel eyes glare straight ahead at the coconut cream wall for a few seconds before bringing the cover above her head, trying to muffled the music. Which didn’t help. At all. Then to make the morning less fun, her bed begins to shake violently by her best friend who’s jumping up down awhile singing at the top of her lungs. Skyline groans into the covers and tries to bury herself deeper into the warmth, but before she can even hide, the covers are being shoved off her form. A shiver runs throughout her body from the coldness in the room.
“C’mon Sky! Today’s the day!” Erin yells as she hovers above,
Skyline groans once again, eyes closed shut when it’s far too bright in the room “Five more minutes,”
“No come on,” Erin says, slightly pushing Sky’s body with her foot, “Tiffany and Laila are already downstairs grabbing breakfast,”
Still not moving, Erin shoves her body once again with her foot, when that didn’t do the trick an evil smirk spreads on her face. Grabbing an unused pillow, she raises it above her head before roughly slamming it against Sky’s head, causing her to jerk upright. With sleep still in her eyes, Sky is only able to squint at her best friend.
“Erin! What the fu-,” Her words were cut off when a large pillow smacks her in the face,
Erin chuckles at her, ignoring the death stare as she hops off her bed, “Chop chop.. we got a busy day today!”
With a roll of her eyes and a loud groan, Sky rolls off the comforter and towards the bathroom. After taking care of her regular morning routines, she hops in the shower. Erin’s music still blasted through the speakers, as Sky took a quick shower and she honestly hoped none of their neighbors complained about their disturbance, she knew she would have if she was trying to get a few more hours of shut eye.
That’s all she ever really wanted at the moment, sleep. After months of studying, exams, piles upon piles of work, and busting all nighters she was finally in winter break. The feeling of being able to come home for the holidays and spending those days with her family sounded amazing and relaxing. However, after the second day of being home, she gets a call from Erin. Mentioning something about having another extra ticket for a convention to meet the cast of some show she’s never watched. She kindly declined the offer, wanting to spend her days off with her family sounded like a much better idea than meeting unknown actors. However, Sky often forgets Erin is not the type to take no for an answer and demanded her to hand the phone over to her mother.
Thinking her mother would defend her and find a way to convince Erin to try and find someone else to take to the convention, Sky hands the phone over to her mother. You can only imagine who won that argument.
Once out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her body, Sky heads out the bathroom and towards her duffel bag. In the winter season of Austin, Texas, she decides on a plain long sleeve, black jeans, grey hoodie, black boots on her feet with a leather jacket on top. Once her hair is made and adds a couple splashes of makeup on her face, she grabs her phone and book from the small counter as she follows Erin out the room. After a few minutes later, they finally arrive in the breakfast buffet where Tiffany and Laila are already stuffing themselves with waffles and eggs. With a yawn, Sky makes her way over to the buffet with Erin right behind her. Once they both get their plates and sit down on the table, they dig in before getting on with their day.
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8:45 am
“Oh my god!! I just hugged Speight!!” The sound of Laila coming around the corner interrupts Sky from her book,
The sight of Laila bouncing up and down on her feet with a wide grin makes a small chuckle escape from Skyline. As her friends beamed over this Speight guy, Sky returns her focus down on her book. Not really paying much attention at their excitement, but still having a smile on her lips as she reads the next chapter in her book. Even if she’s not having the same excitement as her friends, she is still having fun with them. Being around them in general for whatever reason always brightens her day. No matter how rough of a day she’s seems to be having, her girls always know just how to distract her and make her have fun.
“Ohh it’s almost time for Osric’s panel,” Tiffany says while looking down at her phone,
No longer able to focus on her book, Sky marks her spot before getting up from the floor.
“You guys go in, I’ve got auto’s for Kim at nine,”
It’s barely nine in the morning? Jesus. Sky thinks to herself, the day has felt extremely long she could have sworn it was already noon.
“Okay, let’s go Sky,” Laila motions her head to the side for her to follow,
“If you guys want me to continue tagging along, I’m gonna need an espresso,” Sky states, feeling yet another yawn creeping up her throat,
Her friends chuckle at her but agreed with her idea. They wouldn’t want her dragging her feet all over the convention, besides, coffee did sound like a great idea. Once writing down their preferred drinks in her notes, Sky leaves through the doors, down the steps and towards a coffee shop not too far away. It was only a couple blocks away, she should make it back in no time. Hugging her jacket closer to her body when the wind picks up, Sky quickens her movements to avoid its freezing weather but careful to not slip on the wet pavement. The last thing she needs is to fall flat on her ass, better yet get a concussion or go back home with a broken wrist.
Boy would her mom faint if she saw her daughter in a cast. Will most likely give her a lecture on why it’s important not to be on the phone during the most worst seasons. ‘If you weren’t on the phone this wouldn’t have happened Skyline’. Yep. She can definitely hear her ranting.
After a few blocks in the harsh winds, Skyline is finally reaching the small little coffee joint. Just as she reaches for the handle of the door, another, large, hand reaches at the same time. Thick fingers slightly touching her own, making her pull back with an apology.
“No it’s fine go ahead,” A deep voice says beside her, letting a shiver run down her body,
Most likely from the weather, what else would it be?
She looks up at the man. Dark beard, shades on his face, black hat on his head, with a black T-Shirt underneath a checkered navy flannel and black Levi’s jacket. Even under the dark shades she can tell he was good looking, handsome in fact.
“No you can go ahead,” Sky smiles at the man, stepping aside for him to enter,
He only shakes his head, gripping the door handle as he opens it for her, “Please I insist, my mom would throw a fit if she finds out I didn’t show my manners,”
Sky chuckles at him, “Well we wouldn’t want that now,”
The man chuckles back, smile forming on his lips. Man did that smile just make her stomach flip.
“No, we really wouldn’t,” Chuckling once more at him she accepts the offer with a thanks before entering the coffee shop,
As she walks inside, the change of temperature immediately hits her cold cheeks. Almost as if a heating furnace was suddenly shoved in her face, but she wasn’t complaining, the warmth was needed. Walking further into the coffee shop, she takes a glance over her shoulder to see if the man was behind her, but only lets a smile appear when she catches the moment of him allowing an elderly couple enter before him.
That’s sweet. She thinks to herself as she walks up to the counter. Once her drinks have been ordered and paid, she heads over to a small empty table near the window. Sitting on the chair she pulls out her book and continues where she left off as she waits for her drinks. A few minutes had passed and Sky was too engrossed in her book to notice her name being called out by the barista. Eventually though, she comes back to reality when someone places her drink in front her. Looking up from her book she meets eyes with bright emerald orbs, and noticing those breathtaking eyes belong to the same man from the door.
“I’m guessing your Skyline?,” The way her name rolls off his deep voice sends a shiver down her spine,
Definitely can’t be the air this time, absolutely not.
Eyeing the cup of coffee in front of her, she lifts a eyebrow at the man, teasing him. Even if she sees her name written on the side of the cup.
“And what makes you think that?” The way his lips slightly lift causes something to flip in her stomach,
Again.
“Well.. seeing how there’s hardly folks in here,” He looks around the shop for a few seconds before landing his eyes on hers again, “and you being the only one sitting down without a coffee.. I took a guess,”
Sky hums with a smile as she takes the cup, “Nice deduction,”
He shrugs a shoulder with a smile, “This seat taken?”
Sky shakes her head as she takes careful sips from her drink. With a small smile the man pulls out the chair with his other free hand, seeing how he has a cup of his own in one hand.
“I’m Ross by the way,” The man extends a hand once seated,
With a smile Sky accepts his hand, feeling it warm and rough as it wraps around her own.
“Nice to meet you,” Still smiling she pulls away from his firm hand,
“You around from here or just passing through?” He asks, taking careful sips from his cup,
Sky softly smiles at him as she wraps her hands around her coffee, trying to warm up her fingers.
“Born and raised,” He raises a brow at the small fact,
“No kidding?”
She nods, “Yeah but I’m just home for the holidays,”
He hums with a nod, “In the army or something?”
Sky couldn’t help the chuckle that escapes from her, definitely noticing how the corner of the mans lips slightly lift as well.
“More like college. My last year,”
“Really? What’re you studying?” He asks, taking another sip, never letting his eyes drift from her Hazel ones,
But does notice how they dart down towards his mouth before quickly looking back up to his eyes. A small smirk hides behind the cup, but doesn’t hide it when he pulls it away from his face.
“Biology,” He hums once again with a sincere smile, making her stomach flip,
It was such an odd feeling, especially when it was coming directly from a man she hardly knows. But for some reason, it felt right. Their conversations switched from topic to topic, never faltering. It just felt right, as if they were long time friends catching up with each other instead of two strangers who just met. Eventually, their conversation was cut short with the barista calling out her name once again with the rest of her drinks.
Getting up from her seat she walks over to the counter where her drinks waited. As she grabbed a cup holder and begins placing her drinks in each space, Ross, settles next to her. Getting a whiff of his cologne. Leaning on the counter he had both his and her coffee in either hand, which he hands over with a smile once all coffees were safely secured in place.
“I should get going,” She smiles up at his green orbs, and only then noticing how freckles are splashed on his face,
This man was literally dashing, no doubt about it.
“Yeah same here,” He says looking down at his watch, “Need a ride?”
She shakes her head with a smile, “I’m good thanks,”
“You sure? Heard it might rain,” He continues to lean on the counter as she places her coffee in an empty slot of the holder,
“I’m sure, it’s just a few blocks from here,”
“Well it can rain from those few blocks,” He argues as he gives her a smile, not wanting to end their little moment,
Neither did she, but she had friends waiting and the moment she tells them the reason why she took a little longer than expected, they wouldn’t leave her alone until she gives them the whole shebang.
She lets a small chuckle escape her lips as she picks up the coffees, “I’ll make a run for it,”
He softly chuckles at her comment, green eyes staring straight into her Hazel orbs that have slightly turned grey from her sweater. Definitely finding her and her eyes fascinating and beautiful.
“It was nice meeting you Ross,” She smiles at him as she walks away,
He smiles as he watches her, sending her a wave goodbye when she looks over her shoulder before walking out the door. Watching her leave didn’t feel like a loss, it felt the complete opposite actually. Why? Well for starters, he knew it wouldn’t be the last time he saw her considering she had the all too familiar Creation Entertainment wristband on her left hand. Also, he had her book inside his jacket, another reason on why he would see her again.
Both to retrieve her book and to have a reason to see her again. Don’t get him wrong, he was actually going to give it to her before she left, but the thought of holding it and having a reason to see her again sounded like great idea. He wanted to see her again, wanted to have a conversation longer than 10 minutes and just wanted to get to know her. She was different, in a good way, absolutely in a good way. The way she seemed to not know him or maybe she did but simply did not care made him feel relaxed, made him feel somewhat normal and he would give anything to feel that way again.
Even if it meant “stealing” her book to have an excuse to see her again.
PART 2
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Accidently Married | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 2 | Be Careful with Clive, I Have Grown Attached to Him
A/N: Tom makes certain comments about an ex (who is unnamed). It is a fictional girlfriend, take from it what you will. Keep your hate to yourself.
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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Molly Bishop)
Summary: Tom is stuck in a news cycle from hell; Molly is stuck in the dead end job of bartending with a pile of student and credit debt. Tom has an idea to solve all their problems. Get married, get the paparazzi off his back, divorce after a year and Tom pays off Molly’s debts. Tom has everything figured out, that is until he sees Molly as more than a just a friend and so does someone else. In this vying for affections who will win, the handsome Brit or the boy from Boston?
This Chapter: Tom and Molly are now married. Surprise! These two talk about the logistics of Tom’s half-baked plan. And Molly moves to London to face the firing squad, aka the paparazzi.
Warnings: fake marriage, smut (vaginal sex), mentions of: child abuse/neglect, foster care, substance abuse, cheating.
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After they signed the license along with the apostille, there had been dancing. That much Molly remembered. And drinking. Specifically drinking champagne. Tom danced with abandon, pulling Molly into the whirlwind of activity he created around him.
But now it was morning, and Molly woke up in a bed that wasn’t her own. She groaned as her head pounded, having forgotten that champagne and her have a love-hate relationship. Molly saw the faint outline of Tom asleep on the couch, his long body stretched out, still wearing his suit from last night. After glancing at the alarm clock, Molly fell back asleep.
Several hours, Molly woke up again and headed to the bathroom, not noticing the now opened curtains.
“Hey good lookin, Whatcha got cookin,” Tom’s voice twanged as he stepped out of the shower. His head pounded a bit, but not the worst hangover he had.
“AHHH!!!” Molly screamed as she stepped into the bathroom.
They both froze, which was more embarrassing for Tom, as at least Molly was still wearing her dress from last night.
“You’re naked.” Molly blinked, her head darting around the room until she focused on an interesting corner of the room.
Tom chuckled, grabbing a towel and wrapping it loosely around his waist. “I don’t normally shower in my clothes. You can look back now.”
She slowly turned back around. “Sorry.” She shuffled her feet. “I should have knocked.”
“It’s quite alright.” He moved towards the door. “Shower is yours and we should talk things over.”
Molly nodded. “We should.”
While Molly showered, Tom dressed in the other room. After finding a clean t-shirt for Molly to wear over her dress until she could change, he called the airlines and changed his single ticket for that morning to a later flight for two, fishing Molly’s ID out of her wallet.
“Thanks for the shirt.” she stepped out.
“It looks good on you.” Tom gestured to the sofa. “Sit. Would you like some breakfast?” Her stomach growled. They both laughed. “That would be a yes.” Tom shoved the room service menu. “Order what you like.”
She selected an egg white frittata while Tom got the pancakes. Tom put in the order and returned his attention to Molly.
“So let’s talk about how this will work.” Tom shifted in his seat.
“An excellent idea. You mentioned living together in London. When do we leave?”
“This afternoon.”
Molly coughed. “That quick?”
“I’m afraid so.” Tom’s hands fidgeted in his lap. She noticed he was still wearing the spider ring. “I have work obligations back home and in order for it to be believable you would need to live with me.”
“Naturally.” Molly slapped her thighs. “So after breakfast, I can head back to my apartment, pack up what little I have, say goodbye to my roommate, and change into appropriate clothing. And you need to get us some proper rings.” She waved her hot pink ring in the air. “Unless of course you intend for your bride to wear a ring from the top of a cupcake.”
“Only if I get to keep my ring. I’ve grown quite attached to Clive.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You named the spider?”
“Yes.” There was a knock on the door. “That will be the food. Allow me.” He disappeared and returned shortly with a rolling table, ladened with food. Tom poured a cup of coffee and offered one to Molly.
“I don’t drink coffee.”
“I can have them bring up a teapot.”
“I’m pretty sure there are some complimentary ones in the room. Now,” She cut into her food and took a bite. “how will everything else work? Living with you, your life, the paparazzi? That is the whole point of this charade.”
“You do get down to business. So yes, I would expect you to live in my home. In a separate bedroom, I can set up another room as an office for you. We would need to attend events together and generally appear as a loving couple on the outside.”
“And my debts? That is part of the deal, right?”
“Right,” Tom gazed over at her while eating his pancakes. “I would assume the payments while we are together, and after the divorce is final, I would pay off any balance. I would also take care of your daily expenses while we are married. You are welcome to work if you want, but I will give you spending money.”
“So I would be a trophy wife?” Her brown eyes glinted.
Tom waved his hands in front of him. “Not that is not what I meant… I…”
“I am kidding, Tom. If you prefer, I can not work. I don’t mind. Give me some time to figure things out.” A thought came to her. “What about…” Molly searched for the words. “… other needs? Or if you wish to engage in a romantic relationship?” Her cheeks blushed as the words fell out of her mouth.
Tom blushed as well. “I have great self-control and I think if either of us get to that point, we can discuss it. I don’t want you to feel trapped.”
“And I don’t want you to be trapped either. I guess that is as good of an answer I could expect. Anything you want to ask me?”
Tom stared at Molly. The air hung heavy. “Do you regret saying yes?”
“No. Do you regret asking?”
“No.”
Molly downed the rest of her juice. “Well then, it is all settled. I am going to take off to pack. And you have some shopping to do. My ring size is a 7.”
Tom finished up the last bite of pancakes. “Right. We need to leave here by 3 to make it to the airport.”
“I shouldn’t be more than a few hours. Do you have a key to the room I could borrow?”
Tom fished one out of his discarded jacket’s pocket. “Here I will have the front desk make me another one.”
She tapped the key against her nails. “Thanks, Tom. For the help and for being a decent guy.”
“I should be thanking you.”
“You already have.” She grabbed her purse and headed out the door.
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Tom headed downstairs, asked the front desk for a new key to the room, and also inquired where the nearest jewelry store might be. The front clerk handed him a key and directed him to a small collection of luxury stores in the hotel. He found Tiffanys and purchased a classic platinum solitaire engagement ring and plain platinum band for Molly and a yellow gold band for himself.
Molly wasn’t back when he returned, so he set about packing up for the flight. His phone buzzed. Luke.
It appears you had a good time in Vegas. The papers say you are drowning your sorrows. Looks like the story is here to stay. Call me when you wake up from your nap at home.
Tom typed back.
I did have a good time. I have a feeling the papers will soon find another story soon. Still in Vegas, taking a later flight. Talk to you soon.
His phone rang. He clicked it off, seeing it was Luke. Rather to get all the yelling done in person. The door opened and Molly came in, dragging a suitcase behind.
“Sorry! My roommate had questions.”
“So does my publicist.”
Tom took in Molly for the first time, really. Outside of the light of a casino floor. And not in a wedding dress purchased for fifty dollars on the way to the chapel. She wore faded jeans, a pair of beat up black Converse and a boxy white tee tucked in. A large black cardigan tucked under her arm. Dark hair in a bun. Quite lovely, if Tom told the truth.
“Are you in some sort of trouble?” Her brows knitted together.
“Not yet.” Tom tucked his phone into his jean pocket. “Here.” He pulled out the little blue bag.
Molly gasped. “I thought you would go buy some costume jewelry. This is too much.”
“Nonsense. This marriage may be fake, but the jewelry will be real.” Tom opened up the boxes. “May I do the honors?”
Molly held out her hand, and Tom slipped off the plastic ring before replacing it with the wedding set. “Much better. And yours?”
Tom slapped the box into her hand. “Be careful with Clive.” Molly pursed her lips as she pulled off the spider ring and replaced it with the gold band, putting the plastic ring in the Tiffanys box. “Here you go. Clive’s new home.”
Tom tucked the box into his luggage. “Ready to go?”
Molly rocked back on her heels. “Yep.”
Tom held out his arm. “Let’s go home, Mrs. Hiddleston.”
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The flight back was uneventful, Molly and Tom dozed off, leaning against each other for support. Molly woke up first. She stared down at her rings. This was not how she expected this weekend going. Molly thought she would scrap together enough tips to make an extra payment on her credit card. Not flying to London with a Tiffany diamond ring on her finger and a famous actor as her husband.
“Life does throw you curveballs from time to time.”
“What was that, darling?” Tom muttered, stretching in his seat.
“Just commenting on the craziness of all of this to myself.” She held out her hand again. Tom laced his fingers with hers.
“I have done the same thing myself. Now when we land, there will probably be paparazzi around. Are you up for getting this whole thing off and running?”
Molly perked up. “What do I need to do?”
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Tom tightly gripped Molly’s hand throughout the concourse and baggage claim. They eyed the doors.
“Ready?” she asked, squeezing his hand.
“I promise to be gentle.” Tom squeezed back, smiling.
As they stepped through the doors, Tom flashed a killer smile and Molly did as well, giggling as his arm wrapped around her waist. He leaned over and pressed his lips to hers. Molly melted against him, making sure her rings were visible as she cupped his cheek. She was right, Tom was an excellent kisser. After making sure any photographers had plenty of time to snap a pic, they parted.
“Think they got my good side?” Molly giggled.
“Do you have a bad side?” Tom asked.
“Just wait and see. Now take me home, darling!” She threw her arm over her eyes dramatically.
“Drama queen.” Tom pinched her side.
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Tom’s home was cozy and clean. Definitely a bachelor’s home, as evidenced by the empty fridge except for a few bottles of beer and some questionable brown sauce.
“I can go shopping later.” Tom dragged a toe along the kitchen floor.
“I can go shopping later.” She reached up and smacked his face playfully. “What kind of wife would I be if I didn’t feed my husband?”
“Fair point. I will call the bank tomorrow and get a card in your name. Just run any big purchases past me first. And we will need to get your name changed, passport, etc. I can have someone help you.” Tom prattled on.
“Why don’t you show me the rest of the place first?”
Tom held out his arm. “This way.”
Tom’s book collection was impressive along with his collection of movies.
“I clear some space if you need it.”
“I only packed clothes. My roommate is selling the rest, including my car and wiring me the money.”
“Oh.” Tom’s face fell. “Let me show you the bedrooms.”
He showed you a small guest room. “This could be an office for you and next door is a bigger bedroom for you.” Tom hustled along the hallway to open the next door. “Here.”
It was a bigger room with a queen bed and a wardrobe. Spare and clearly used for company.
“It will do just fine. And the bathroom is across the hall which is nice. Where’s your room?”
Tom made his way to the end of the hall and opened the door to his room, decorated in tones of grey and navy. A large king sized bed taking up most of the room along with a dresser. A bathroom en suite and a small closet completed the space.
“Very nice. Do you mind if I steal the color palette to decorate my room?”
“Please do. I never got around to decorate it. My sisters and mother are the only ones who stay in there.”
Molly paled a bit. She hadn’t thought about Tom’s family. “I supposed I will meet them soon.”
“I supposed so. It would be odd for my wife not to meet them. I hadn’t thought about it.”
Molly rocked back and forth. “Now why don’t I go shopping and you unpack and relax?”
“I would feel better if I came with you. You are in a different country, a strange city. And what if you have problems with the card?”
“Then let’s go and you can point out some of your favorite foods.”
“It’s a deal.”
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“When I said pick out your favorite foods, I didn’t expect it to be only sweets. Did I marry a seven-year-old?”
“I’m 35, thank you. and I enjoy those sweets.”
“You eat like a college frat boy.”
“Guilty.”
“That is definitely changing now that I am around. You can’t continue to eat like that. There are things called vegetables.”
Tom snapped his fingers. “I’ve heard of those.”
“Get out of here!” Molly swatted at him. “I am certain you have things to attend to, and I need to familiarize myself with the kitchen.”
“Are you kicking me out of my kitchen?”
“Our kitchen. And yes.” Molly smirked.
“I yield! I yield. I’ll be in my study if you need me.” Tom walked out of the kitchen and towards his study.
He spied his phone sitting on the desk, still off from the flight. By now, any pictures should have been posted somewhere. Tom collapsed into his desk chair and clicked the phone on. While he waited for it to start up, he could overhear Molly puttering about in the kitchen, muttering to herself as she put away the groceries.
Buzz. Ten messages and eleven missed calls. He didn’t bother to listen to them and instead dialed Luke.
“Luke, I’m back in town. Thought I wou—” Tom started in as soon as Luke picked up.
“I WASN’T FUCKING SERIOUS WHEN I SAID TO GET MARRIED??! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?!”
Tom pulled the phone away from his ear. “No, I haven’t. But I am married. To a wonderful girl. Her name is Molly. Molly Bishop. You should meet her, Luke.”
“YOU ARE FUCKING RIGHT I’LL MEET HER. AS SOON AS POSSIBLE! SHE CAN HELP IDENTIFY YOUR BODY, THOMAS!” Luke continued to scream on the phone.
“Can you dial back the volume, Luke? I would like to preserve my hearing. Is there something wrong with marrying the woman I love?”
Luke cleared his throat. Tom understood Luke was doing his best to collect himself. “Apologies. There is nothing wrong with marrying the woman you love, Tom. Nothing at all. Except I don’t think you love this woman, since until a few weeks ago you were in love with—”
“Don’t say her name, it will ruin my marital bliss. I’m a hopeless romantic, Luke.”
“Hopeless, yes. Romantic, the jury is still out. And your fans don’t count, they are blinded by you. But I see the truth.”
“Which is?”
“You are not as smart as you think you are.”
“Did any of the articles mention her?” Tom inquired, spinning his wedding band on his finger.
“No.”
“Then I am exactly as smart as I think I am.”
There was a clatter from the kitchen.
“Tom!” Molly called out. “I need your help.”
“Got to go, Luke. My wife needs my help.” Tom emphasized the word “wife.”
“This isn’t over, Tom.”
“It never is. Bye.”
More clattering and another cry. “Tom!”
Tom rushed into the kitchen to find Molly perched on top of the kitchen counter, reaching high into a cabinet.
“Why is everything so high in here?”
Tom chuckled and reached around her, pressing his torso against her back. Molly jumped for a moment at the touch.
“I’m not used to sharing my space. I’m six two, I put things where I can reach them. What are you grabbing?”
“The roasting pan.”
Tom pulled it down and placed it on the counter. His phone buzzed in his pocket. He ignored it.
“Thank you. Well, I am five six, so unless you want me climbing counters for the next year, we need to rearrange some things.”
“But you’re so cute climbing around like a little monkey.”
Molly frowned. “Is that supposed to be a compliment? If so, then try again.”
Tom opened his mouth and closed it. “I’ll pull things down after dinner.”
“Thank you.” She rubbed his arm. “Now to try my hand at a roast dinner. Did you get stuff done?”
His phone buzzed again.
“I called my publicist. The pictures posted.” Tom pulled out his phone to shut it off.
“Oh good. So I take it, I had the desired effect.” Molly crunched on a carrot and offered one to Tom, who wrinkled his nose.
The two of you. My office 8 a.m. tomorrow. No excuses. I want to meet the blushing bride.
Tom frowned at the screen.
“It would appear so. I suggest you go to bed early because you are meeting Luke, my publicist tomorrow.”
Molly’s mouth fell open. “Should I be worried?”
Tom smiled at her. “No, I should be.”
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For the simping softness prompt...
Sam & Brynn - " hey, everything's gonna be fine. stay where you are, i'm on my way. "
Hey, Nestle! Thank you so much for the request! I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you enjoy a fluffier Sam Dalton (for a change)! 🥰❤
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Unveiled
Book: TNA
Warning: language; fluffy
A/N: Huge thank you to sweet @kat-tia801 for pre-reading this and helping me in my headspace with that darn moodboard! 🤣
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Sipping hypnotically on her early morning espresso, a well-dressed Brynn stoically sits at the marble breakfast bar. Her normally careless, wavy almond tresses are neatly styled and pinned into a low, tasteful bun, exposing the pure white brilliance of her vintage Tiffany pearl earrings, courtesy of her future in-laws for accepting their son’s proposal to join the family. Her make-up is fixed modestly, her lips adorning her perfect shade of mauve, complimenting the ripples of blue and gray in her sparkling eyes. Her pressed midi eyelet dress is designed for women of status, easily paired with her nude, red-bottom heels.
And Brynn has never felt more uncomfortable.
Even though Sam asked for Brynn’s hand in marriage shortly after the new year, the couple agreed to announce their engagement intimately last month to their families. They knew the news would not come as a huge shock, but Sam had cautioned his young fiancée that wedding and party planning is a long-standing tradition amongst the Dalton family women, and it would begin the moment they knew a date had been set. Though she heard his warning, Brynn was not prepared for the onslaught of opinions, decisions being made without her approval, and more importantly, the disregard to her budget.
“Babe, we just spent $12,000. On a fucking cake--” nervously cried Brynn on Monday evening. Sam took the early morning off for wedding cake tasting, but left his bride-to-be with Vivian, his mother, and two of his cousins, Brigitte and Katarina, to talk design as he returned to the office
“Sweetie,” Sam kissed her gingerly, “don’t worry about the price.” He lovingly pressed his lips again to her mouth, this time embracing her comfortingly. “I got it--” Brynn forced a smile, nodding her head dutifully, but the price tag burdened her.
This is not me.
Today, Sam’s cousin Daphne, an apprentice for the designers at Alexander McQueen, has scheduled a fitting with a private collection from a recent trunk show of wedding dresses. Brynn already has her heart set on a dress she saw with Jenny and her mom back in Philly, but as to not rock the boat, Brynn agreed to look at dresses with the Daltons this morning.
A smooth, deep voice startles her from her thoughts as Sam wraps his arms around Brynn’s waist. “I almost didn’t recognize you.”
That makes two of us.
Brynn bats her eyelashes. “Do I look like a Dalton?”
“Even better,” he peppers her neck with kisses, “you look similar to the gorgeous woman that agreed to marry me.” A natural smile takes over Brynn as she spins around in her stool to face Sam. She delicately slides her hands around his neck, pulling him into a more intentional, hungrier kiss. Sam pulls away first, tracing the back of his fingers across her soft cheeks. “Ready for another day with the fam?”
“Ready or not,” Brynn sardonically chuckles.
Sam kisses the tip of her nose. “Now, aren’t you missing something?” Brynn furrows her eyebrows, giving Sam a curious look until he pulls his other hand into view. On his pinky finger resting on his first knuckle is the 2.4 carat Graff emerald-cut engagement ring he had given her. “Do I need to superglue this on or what?”
Brynn nervously giggles. “I’m sorry, babe, I just--”she titters, “--you know, I’m just not used to this--”
And the five-digit price tag…
Sam raises an eyebrow, offering his hand with his palm facing up. Brynn’s eyes meet his dreamy, chocolate gaze as her hand easily melts into his. With his eyes not leaving her stormy blues, he glides the diamond on her finger. The perfect fit. He kisses her knuckles before kissing her lips again.
“You better get going, babe.” Resting his hands on Brynn’s hips, Sam helps her off the high-top chair. “Hey,” he leans over, suckling briefly on the crook of her neck and shoulder before brushing his lips against the shell of her ear. “This is all about us. Just you and me.” He offers a crooked smile, squeezing tightly to her hand. “Remember to have fun.”
Brynn nods, her anxiety beginning to melt away.
That’s right. You and me.
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too, beautiful.”
***
Flipping through notecards for his marketing presentation for the Cromwell account, Sam shakes his watch down his arm. 9:52 AM. He smirks, knowing that Brynn, his mom, and cousins are well into their wedding dress appointment. He hasn’t heard from his fiancée since this morning, so he remains encouraged that no news is good news.
Sam hurries into the glass-enclosed boardroom, casually nodding to several familiar faces as he unbuttons his sport coat. As his meeting comes to order, his phone begins to ring in his pocket. He chuckles in embarrassment as everyone begins to whisper with the interruption. “My apologies, folks,” he charms with a smile. Looking at his phone, Brynn’s picture pops up, but he sends the call to voicemail. As he begins to send her a text message, she calls back immediately. He silences the chiming of his phone, staring at Brynn’s ID photo. “Uh--” his voice carries over the room as he decides whether or not to take the call.
Brynn has never been one to interrupt Sam at work. If she wants to be cute, she usually sends a message in his lunch or she emails him, ensuring not to interrupt his busy schedule. The fact that she was calling, even after her call being rejected concerns Sam. “Excuse me. I need to take this,” he informs his audience, “please go ahead and help yourself to some coffee.”
Sam exits to the hallway, answering the phone. “Hey, babe--”
“Hey.” Brynn’s voice is soft like a gentle breeze, settling into a stale silence.
“Brynn?” Sam’s voice has a hint of concern as he crosses an arm over his chest to cradle his elbow. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yeah, I'm fine, I just--” her voice begins to crack, audibly swallowing sobs.
“Brynn baby,” Sam furrows his eyebrows, “What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine. I just really--” she sighs heavily, “just needed to hear your voice. I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to bother you--”
“You know full well that you are never a bother,” Sam hushes into a commanding whisper. “Is my mom being nice?”
“Oh God, yes. Everyone is lovely. It’s just--” Brynn stumbles into her own tears, crying over the phone as Sam patiently listens.
“It’s just what, baby--?”
“I can’t do this,” she abruptly answers. “I can’t keep pretending I’m something I’m not--”
“What do you mean--?”
“I have only tried on two dresses--couture dresses--Sam, that start at fifteen grand--” Sam purses his lips together, pinching the area between his eyes, listening to Brynn start to panic. “--and now I’m standing in a Sarah Burton gown rejected by Kate Middleton. Kate Middleton, Sam! And-and-and I’m wearing a diamond that costs more than my first car, and Sam, I just--I just--”
“Whoa, whoa, listen to me, baby,” Sam reassures her lovingly, “slow down. Breathe--just breathe. If you don’t want this, just say the word--”
“But your family--” Brynn tries to stifle her sobs, “God, I just--Sam, I can’t do this. I want you, and-and I love you. So fucking much,” she shakily exhales, “but this life? Are you sure? I mean--look at me--”
Sam lets out an exasperated exhale as Brynn continues to cry. He looks back into the glass conference room, seeing his presentation on the screen. He looks at his watch again before turning his attention back to the attendees to his meeting, already rolling their eyes in boredom.
Suddenly, a smile grows across his face. “Brynn baby?”
“Yeah,” she sniffles, “I’m here.’
“Where are you right now?”
“I’m hiding in the dressing room. I told the attendant I needed a minute.”
“Hey, everything’s gonna be fine. Stay where you are. I’m on my way--”
“But, Sam--”
“No ‘buts’, my beautiful bride,” he smiles cheekily, “I’ll be right there.”
***
Forty minutes later, Brynn changes back into her white, summery dress, slowly donning her heels. As she touches up her make-up for lunch with her future mother-in-law, she suddenly hears a man’s voice interrupt the hushed whispers of the Dalton women. Brynn carefully peaks out the lavish chenille curtain.
Sam.
Brynn quickly pulls open the changing room, a radiant smile illuminating her face. Sam jogs to her side, receiving her in his arms with a searing kiss. “I can’t believe you’re here--” Sam silences her, pressing his lips harder into hers, causing them both to giggle into breathless moans. Brynn opens her eyes and notices Sam has a garment bag in his hands. “What’s that?”
“Change into this.”
Brynn raises an eyebrow. “What? Why--?”
“It’s not new,” Sam informs, “but God,” he sighs, allowing a mischievous grin grow across his face. “--you look amazing in it.” Sam’s eyes lock onto Brynn’s, time and place fading around them. Brynn’s cheeks begin to flush, feeling the desire in his gaze. Sam cups Brynn’s cheek, licking his lip. “Go on,” he whispers, directing her to the dressing room and lightly spanking her on her ass, “we’ve got places to be.”
Brynn suspiciously steps backwards into the changing room, dragging her teeth across her bottom lip. She hangs up the garment bag, unzipping it hastily. Allowing the fabric to slink through her fingers, Brynn’s breath hitches, tears collecting in her eyes. Inside the protector is a short, solid black, one-shoulder dress, the same dress she wore on their official first date, the same dress she wore the night he proposed to her.
She pulls the curtain back open, causing Sam to whistle with his teeth, a golden gleam in his eyes. Giving his mother a kiss on the cheek, he steals Brynn from his family, escorting her to the car. Giving a nod to Carter, the car starts moving.
Brynn relaxes into Sam’s comforting arms. He begins to nuzzle his supple lips into her ear and neck. “Thank you, baby,” she moans. “I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting--”
“I’m not--” he growls as his lips descend to her exposed shoulder, nibbling on it.
“Sam--” Brynn gasps, leaning into the passionate smolder of his pout.
Suddenly, the car stops. Sam looks up at Brynn, offering his hand for hers. “Are you ready?”
Brynn giggles, scrunching up her nose. “I don’t even know where we are.”
Sam helps her out of the car. As she steps away from the car door to adjust her dress, she notices the grand cement gray building in front of her, adorned with large ornate columns and intricately chiseled statues. Stairs that lead to the front doors are busy with people coming and going.
Brynn furrows her eyebrows. Confused and wanting answers, she whirls around--only to find Sam on one knee. A curious smile grows across Brynn’s face as she self-consciously looks around at the crowd of people. “Sam, what are you doing?”
“You asked me earlier on the phone to look at you,” he smiles brightly as his eyes begin to glisten with tears. “I am.” He takes a big breath, gathering courage. “Brynn, I don’t care if we eat gold-infused cake with diamond encrusted icing or that fake shit from the can--” they both begin laughing, welcoming the comic relief as they wipe away their tears. Sam continues, “I don’t care whether you are wearing one of my ratty-old tees or an expensive couture dress--I don’t care,” he kisses her hand. “When I look at you, Brynn Noelle Schuyler, all I see… is that you’re the only one for me.” Brynn genuinely glows, streams of tears pouring down her cheeks as she subtly shakes her head in disbelief. “Marry me--”
“Sam,” she giggles, sniffing away her tears, “I don’t mean to ruin the moment, but haven’t you already asked me--?” Sam stands up, shaking his head. He takes Brynn’s face tenderly into his hands, drying her tears with his thumbs.
“Marry me,” he bites his lip, nervously sucking in air. “Right now.” Brynn’s eyes grow wide as she stares deeply into Sam’s gaze. She anxiously looks around her, her eyes darting to the people staring at them, to the car and then to the courthouse before them.
“Right now?”
“Right now,” Sam smiles, humored by the shocked look on his bride’s face.
Brynn looks down at her hand, staring at the radiant sparkle of her diamond. Chewing on her lip, she subtly nods her head before turning her attention back to her groom.
“Okay.”
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In which Eiji grossly overestimates the amount of mandarins he and Ash can eat. / 🍊 / ao3
Eiji comes home with a carton of mandarins and drops them at the entrance step with a dull thump.
“It was a good deal,” he tells Ash between breaths. “Ten kilograms for six thousand yen.” And then something about Mikan mandarins being nothing like those Floridian jokes for citrus and how the season for them is coming to a close. Ash never asked in the first place. It was as though he was defending himself from something before Ash could even open his mouth.
“Okay.” Ash kisses him on the cheek and helps him out of his coat, always in that order. Eiji stands on his toes, balancing himself with the cords of Ash’s sweater to aim another on his mouth. Ash leans down to help him, unconsciously souring his expression as he pulls back. “Have one on your way home?” He kisses him again for surety and, well, sure enough, his lips taste like they had been doused with Tang.
“A couple. Two couples.”
Ash whistles. “Dang. These oranges must be somethin’.”
"Mandarins, Ash. Mandarins. Not that I’d know the difference,” he sighs. “Oranges, mandarins... They're all kind of the same aren't they? Maybe it's about the size, the firmness, the peel. Maybe it's about the taste. All I know is that mandarins are like candy, and whatever this is,” Eiji pushes his chest out and wildly gesticulates to the accursed box before them, “is not it. These must be clementines from— oh, I don't know!— Pensa-fucking-cola!” He erupts all at once, shooting up like a thermometer on a dog day June afternoon and fizzling out like cola foam.
Eiji leans back against the door and Ash on the bannister. They stare at it, Eiji with utter disdain and Ash with morbid curiosity. Like a pack of Tic Tacs magnified by one hundred, he muses.
Ash crouches down to pick one of the mandarins up. Eiji moves in accordance, hand reaching out as if to stop him— that the fruit would poison him if he so much as hovered over it. Despite this silent warning, Ash grabs three and plays court jester for His Highness.
He juggles.
He juggles and he absolutely sucks at it while Eiji watches in complete horror; seeing the mandarins not as mandarins, but clipped grenades ready to blow the very hands that handled it. The color had gone from his face. He is but a pale sheet reflecting the warm hue of the ball pit that tormented him from below.
Eiji flashes him a mortified look. What the hell do you think you're doing?
Ash concentrates. Trying not to mess up.
Eiji frowns. This isn’t funny.
Ash almost cries. Yeah it is.
And he messes up.
The mandarins drop to the floor, sad little balls with not a lot of roll in them. Their eyes trace them as they huddle next to the box, like they had desperately wanted to go home and out of the reach of these two men that were belittling them.
Defeated, Eiji's back slides down the door. He holds his head in his hands.
“I miscalculated,” he says exasperatedly. “What are we going to do with all of these oranges?”
“Mandarins.”
“Mandarins.”
Ash sits level with him on the first step, eyes gleaming with warrior morale. He grabs the enemy and thrusts his fingers unto him, peeling them from their leathery armor. Ash— the fearless brute!— sections his enemy into eighths and tears into their head, innards spilling down his chin. In savage fashion, he wipes their juices with the back of his hand, going as far as offering their remains to Eiji. He grins. “We’re gonna eat ‘em.”
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The sun slowly filters through bleary eyes and he sees a blob of Eiji watching him, head propped on both elbows. Ash hums as Eiji runs his hands through his hair, neither awake or asleep.
“An angel,” he murmurs, grasping his wrist and pulling him in. He presses his lips on the inside of his arm.
“Not quite.” Eiji climbs over him, heartbeats tethered. He smooches his jaw, laces their hands loosely. “Your worst nightmare, actually. A real devil with horns and a pitchfork.”
“Oh no.” Ash wraps an arm around Eiji’s waist, keeping them fixed together. He aims— bullseye!— for his lips, scrunching his nose when he tastes him on his tongue. “Oh no.” Mandarines today. Tangerines yesterday. Clementines the day before.
The wisps of Eiji’s hair tickle his skin as he laughs into his chest. “Told you so.”
“Sugar, you’re sour!”
“You really won’t like what’s for breakfast then.” Eiji rests his cheek against his shoulder, looking up from behind his lashes. Ash stares at him, the world in his eyes. It's enough to mask his disappointment.
“Again?”
“Yes, again. It was your idea."
“Can’t I have you for breakfast?”
“No, silly. That would be cannibalism.”
“But you’d be so delicious." Ash brings their held hands to his mouth, playfully biting one of Eiji’s fingers. Oranges. Of course it tastes like oranges. “Actually, on second thought....”
“Poor thing,” patronizes Eiji, patting his head like he’s the star player of a losing team. “You poor, poor thing.”
“You’re evil,” Ash whispers.
“I know, and you’re absolutely mad about me for it.” Eiji winks and untangles himself from Ash’s cling. He swipes his bangs up and pecks him on the forehead. “It’s waiting for you downstairs.”
“‘It?’ What is ‘it?'”
Eiji is already out the door, down the hall before he can answer.
Ash rolls himself up with linen wraps and lays lax in their unmade bed, ruler of this citrus peel mausoleum. He curses to himself, at the sun, at his sweet-turned-sourheart. He wishes it was the weekend. Then, he'd have an excuse to stay in bed all day and never leave their room. He'd be able to snack on all the Eiji he wants without burning the roof of his mouth with acid fruit.
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The low table is dressed with white lace placemats and their finest floral china— courtesy of Missus Mom Okumura. A carafe is the centerpiece, replacing the vase of lilies Ash had bought Eiji when he went into town. Ash looks through the glass, Eiji’s head bobbing in the saffron pool.
“Come sit,” beckons Eiji, motioning to the cushion adjacent to him. His smile is distorted by pulp. Cautiously, Ash enters. He keeps it cool, keeps it blasé as he shuffles his feet inside with his knuckles tucked into the waistband of his brief, elbows pointed outward. There, his place is set with wooden chopsticks and their granite stopper. And lo and behold, the main course’s presentation is that of a rose, blooming from its peel. He should’ve known.
“You’re joking.”
Ash would've laughed had the situation not been so ridiculous.
“I wish I was.”
“How is it that we have an infinite arsenal of mandarins?”
“Not infinite. The box is almost empty.”
“It took us four days of constant snacking to get to this point.”
“And it will take us one more to finish it.”
Ash points an accusatory finger at him. “You’re crazy if you think I’m gonna stuff myself with another one of those. My shit is literally orange.”
“Put me in a sanatorium then.” Eiji slides the plate in his direction. “Breakfast is served.”
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Ash always liked train rides in Japan, liked how silent it was, and the comforting voice of the announcer telling them they’d arrived at their destination. Living in the countryside meant sprawling fields for hours until they reached the city, a scene Ash never seemed to tire of. A cow would greet him for a second before they were replaced by some grandpa with muddied ankles, before he was replaced by a young girl on a Tiffany blue bell bike, before she was replaced with…
As he stares out the window, he can see Eiji, sitting across from him cross-legged, peeling another offending mandarin. Ash sighs, trying to immerse himself back into his one-man game of I Spy. Eiji wins his attention again— he always does— and so Ash settles on watching Eiji’s reflection behind him.
Eiji always starts at the middle and digs his thumbs into the peel, pulling its skin off as if he were undressing it. Erotic, Ash thinks fleetingly. He strips it sensually, letting it unfurl into a sproutling. Juice drips down his hand when he carelessly breaks into its flesh. Eiji licks up from his wrist, the heel of his palm and sucks on a finger. Naughty, naughty. Ash smiles into his sleeve, letting the thought float up in his head and burst into a million soap bubbles.
Finally, for once this week, his mouth waters, parched. Ash supposes this is what it means to be in love. Even the most mundane of tasks can look enticing if your other half is doing it. He’s sure he’ll be over the moon about this snapshot scene for the rest of the month. He’ll count the replays of Eiji in the train instead of sheep just before slumber, ensuring him tender dreams.
“It’s a lucky sweet one.” Telepathic. Eiji seems to know exactly what he wants.
Ash nods.
Eiji breaks it into fourths, a fourth into a half. Instead of giving him a section, Eiji rises from his seat to sit beside Ash; crosses his legs, leans in, opens his mouth to say “aaaah” as he feeds him. Ash devours, nips his nail.
“There’s people in this car,” Eiji whispers sharply, eyes darting left and right. A man is reading the paper— a huge parrotfish is its cover story. There’s a teenage boy in the back fiddling with his phone, neon lights of his game reflecting softly on his face. A woman Ash presumes worked the night shift is sound asleep.
“No one’s looking.” Ash wraps an arm around him and scooches closer. “Quickly.”
Eiji, Mister Goody-Two-Shoes, puffs his cheek and scans the area one more time, switching his gaze from Ash’s mischievous stare to his near-empty surroundings. He surrenders and angles his head up, eyes closed, waiting, aching. Ash captures him.
“You taste like Sunday morning,” Ash coos, supping the remnants of his juice-glossed lips.
“Ever the poet.” Eiji, blushing, concentrates on turning more quarters into halves. “We still have four of these left. Hopefully they taste just as sweet.”
Ash is sure they will be.
He wouldn’t mind eating mandarins for the rest of his life so long as Eiji is peeling them for him.
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This or That 6
Harry Potter Marauder AU
Link to chapter 5
Pairings: Regulus Black x Reader. Sirius Black x Reader
Rating: M- smut
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The next morning, James and Sirius were still angry over the whole Ambrosia kissing Regulus incident. Both boys waited for you to come down into the common room for breakfast. When you didn’t show, they shrugged and went down to the great hall alone.
“We have to do something.”
Sirius said, angrily. James gave his best friend a look before reaching out and grabbing Sirius’ arm.
“Can you not hit on her? She is having a hard enough time already.”
Sirius sighed.
“Look, Prongs. I get it. She wants Regulus. Y/n doesn’t want me...like that. I was going to apologize to her for being a massive dick to her too. She deserves that.”
James was clearly pleased.
“There’s my best friend! Why don’t you offer to go with her to Slughorn’s Christmas party tonight...as friends. Something tells me that she won’t be going with Reg.”
Sirius shook his head.
“I am not going to Slughorn's merry get together. I have a better idea. We’ll have a party. Just our circle. That will bring Y/n some joy. It's the people who care for her the most.”
James considered Sirius’ plan as they walked into the great hall.
“Great idea. Hey, Regulus is looking rough this morning. Let’s go spread joy.”
Sirius smirked at where his little brother sat with his group of idiot friends. Regulus definitely didn’t look happy. His face was sour as he kept glancing to the Gryffindor table for any sign of you.
“I like to spread joy.”
“You two aren’t spreading joy without me.”
Both Sirius and James turned as Remus ran up. Both boys were clearly pleased to see Remus running up to defend your honor.
“Moony, I was wondering where you were.”
Sirius said, happily. Remus nodded.
“I didn’t want Y/n dating him in the first place. I knew that this would be nothing short of a disaster.”
James elbowed Sirius.
“So about that spreading joy thing?”
The three boys wore matching smirks as they walked past the Slytherin table. Sirius was the first to stop. Regulus, Evan, and Ambrosia (who Sirius noted looked pretty depressed herself) all looked up at him.
“Bitch, jerk, and fruit salad. Hope you all are having a lovely day.”
It took all that James had not to break down with laughter over Sirius using Lily’s “special” nickname for Ambrosia. Regulus was on his feet with his wand out in less than three seconds. He was ready to hex his brother for even speaking to him that morning.
Evan reached up and tugged Regulus back down.
“He isn’t worth it.”
Evan said, sounding almost bored.
“You all are some mean little twats, you know that?”
James snapped. Remus quickly came in.
“I told my sister not to date you. I knew that you would just break her heart. It only took you two months. I was holding out for 5. Sirius disagreed. He said you wouldn’t make it 3.”
Regulus’ eyes had darkened as he glared at Remus.
“Go suck on a loafer, Lupin.”
Regulus didn’t curse much. That was another way that he and Sirius differed. Every other word out of Sirius’ mouth was a curse word. Regulus, on the other hand, didn’t curse. He considered it “beneath him.”
“Do you kiss my sister with that mouth? Oh wait, she just dumped you.”
James was about to make another joke at Regulus’ expense but before he could you walked up.
“That’s enough, boys.”
You said, calmly. As much as you didn’t want to, you met Regulus’ gaze. His face was screaming “I’m sorry” as he stood.
“We were just having some fun with these twat waffles.”
James said with a grin. He put an arm around you and smirked how instantly jealous Regulus appeared.
“Let’s go. They aren’t worth it.”
You said. Regulus finally remembered how to talk. You guessed he was struggling with words or trying to keep his raging temper in check.
“What about Slughorn’s party? You already have a dress.”
Regulus ignored the way Evan was smirking at him. Evan knew exactly what Regulus meant. Your mother and father spent a lot of money on that dress. It was money that your family didn’t have. This was yet another reason that Evan didn’t see you as a proper girlfriend for his best friend. Poor families didn’t have any business mingling with the upper class.
“I’m not going and definitely not with you.”
Your response was cruel and you knew it. However, you wanted to hurt Regulus as badly as he hurt you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he actually cared about you at all? You were hurt and irrational...misery truly loves company.
Boyfriends don't’ kiss other girls in front of their girlfriends…
Your mind supplied as Sirius grinned.
“I’ll go with you. I don’t really know any of those nerds except Evans and yourself but I’m free tonight.”
You internally smacked yourself in the head. Regulus was seething now! He pointed his wand right at Sirius and muttered a curse. Thankfully, Sirius was quick enough to repel the curse with an amused laugh.
“I’m not going to the party, thank you. Now let's go. This is getting out of hand.”
You grabbed a hold of Remus and Sirius’ arms before tugging them away with you. James smiled as if he had won some grand prize before following you to the Gryffindor table.
Lily and Marlene had been watching the spat from their places.
“We were waiting for someone to start hexing the other. Regulus lasted longer than expected.”
Marlene commented. You sat down in a huff. This was the last way that you wanted to spend your morning. You had all intentions of going to Regulus and ending things properly. If he wanted to kiss Ambrosia, he could have at it. So what if you were devastated? Clearly, your feelings didn’t matter to Regulus in the slightest. He couldn’t defend you against his stupid friends so why even bother with a relationship?
“The little git thought that she would still go to that party with him.”
James commented. Lily frowned.
“So, you’re not going now? Who will James and I talk to?”
You smiled at the offended expression on James' face.
“Each other, maybe?”
Sirius had kept his eye on his little brother who looked close to frustrated tears. This totally shocked Sirius. The last time that he had seen Regulus cry was when Orion was using the cruciatus curse on Sirius for breaking a window. Regulus was 8 years old at the time and sobbing in the doorway. Orion had yelled at Regulus telling him to suck it up. After that Regulus didn’t cry anymore. He just looked indifferent toward everything.
Maybe he actually does care about her?
Sirius thought, feeling a bit guilty about the earlier scene. He pulled himself from his thoughts and turned back to his friends.
“Better idea, instead of Slughorn's boring ass party, why don’t we all have one of our own. You know our inner circle?”
Lily shook her head.
“We have to go. These parties are a big deal. Slughorn will be devastated. Y/n just come with James and I. Yeah, it may be a little unorthodox but it can be fun.”
James nodded.
“I can dance with you both.”
You shook your head, giving them both a frown.
“Way to make me a third wheel.”
Sirius put his fork down and turned to you.
“Go with me.”
Sirius wasn’t surprised when you scooted away.
“Sirius, that is a horrible idea.”
He held his hands up defensively.
“We can go as friends. Y/n, I’m sorry. I know that I have been a real git myself to you. I know that you want Regulus and I’m okay with that. What I am not okay with is how he is treating you and how our friendship is going. We’ve been friends too damn long to let it go out like this.”
Sirius was relieved when you smiled.
“You’re right. We have been.”
You didn’t care about admitting that you missed your friendship with Sirius.
“That would be really nice. I would like that.”
It was cruel what you were doing. You knew that you turning up with Sirius would break Regulus’ heart. This would be Regulus having to face his worst fear...losing you to Sirius.
It really isn’t like that but it will appear that way.
Maybe Regulus would then see how you felt seeing Ambrosia kiss him. It was devastating!
That evening you sat as Marlene put the finishing touches on your makeup. She clasped her hands together before putting her makeup away.
“Y/n, you are so beautiful! It's no wonder that you have Sirius and Regulus fighting over you.”
You rolled your eyes.
“It isn’t as glamorous as it seems. Trust me.”
Lily walked in with a small box in her hands. She smiled before putting the box in your lap.
“This is from Regulus.”
Your mouth dropped as you quickly undid the cute little bow. What was Regulus thinking? Did he think that sending you some cheesy letter in a box was going to win you back?
“I wonder why he is sending me something?
You commented before reading the name on the box.
“Tiffanys?”
Marlene shrugged.
“Must be some kind of muggle brand? Seems kind of odd that Regulus went with a muggle brand seeing how he is.”
Lily’s mouth dropped as she scooted closer.
“Tiffanys if super expensive.”
Marlene nodded as it all began to click. Of course, Regulus would send you some over the top expensive gift. His family was good for it.
Your mouth dropped as you looked at the most beautiful pair of pearl earrings and a matching necklace that you had ever seen! This was the first piece of truly nice jewelry that you ever owned.
“Wow, these are beautiful. I can’t keep them though.”
Marlene jumped up.
“What are you talking about? Regulus wouldn’t have given them to you if he didn’t want you to have them?”
You sighed and closed the little box.
“He probably got them before yesterday and they just turned up. I can’t keep anything that expensive. Lily, tell Sirius that I am not going to the party. I have to get out of here.”
You ignored your friends pleading for you to come back as you dashed out of the common room.
Marlene sighed.
“Well, what do we do now.”
Lily silently thought for a moment before speaking.
“I’m going to get Regulus.”
(1 hour later)
You sat huddled in Moaning Myrtle's lavatory. Typically you would just sit by the window and look outside. Tonight, however, you didn’t even want Myrtle to talk to you. You went into one of the stalls and closed the door. Sinking down, you wanted nothing more than to spend the evening in tears.
The sound of the door opening and close made you stop. You couldn’t help but wonder who in the right mind was coming in here? Most people were scared to death of even crossing Myrtle so coming into her bathroom was insane.
You listened to the footsteps as they inched closer.
“Y/n?”
Your heart began to pound hearing Regulus’ voice. Putting a hand to your mouth, you choked back a sob that was still trying to go through you.
“Y/n, I know that you are in here. Lily told me so. I can also smell your perfume.”
You watched, from your place on the floor, as his feet stepped closer and closer. When the door tried to open and wouldn’t budge, he sighed. Regulus could see the outline of your body in the poorly lit room.
Regulus slowly sank to the floor on his knees.
“I’m sorry about yesterday. I never meant to hurt you. Darling, I know that you probably don’t believe me but I had nothing to do with Ambrosia kissing me. I wouldn’t have done it to hurt you.”
When you didn’t reply, Regulus slowly sat down and leaned back against the door. This was not how he envisioned spending your last night together before the Christmas holiday. Regulus didn’t know what else to say. He had warned you that he was clueless when it came to being a boyfriend.
“I love you, Y/n. Ambrosia is jealous. I never cared for her as I do you.”
“You’re better off with her.”
You finally replied. Regulus frowned.
“Why would you say something like that?”
“Your friends won’t treat her like crap or a second class citizen. I’m always going to be that person and you won’t do anything about it. I want to be alone.”
Regulus could see your hand within inches of his. He slowly reached out and covered your hand with his.
“I was wrong to let them talk to you like that. It will not happen again. You make me happy...she doesn’t. She doesn’t make me feel loved as you do. Please come out. I don’t want to be alone again. I’ve felt alone my whole life. Sirius left me. I don’t want to lose you too.”
You turned your hand enough to feel Regulus’ palm against yours. Pressing your lips together, you fought back another urge to cry. This was the most that Regulus had opened up to you since that first day of being a couple. He was clearly trying. Putting his reserved closed-off nature to the side and letting you know what he was feeling said a lot.
Regulus, meanwhile, almost cried himself when your hand pulled away from his. The moment that he heard the door unlocking he jumped up. Maybe you were giving him a second chance?
The moment that you opened the door, it took all that he had not to pull you against him. Your pretty green eyes were puffy from crying and your make up was ruined but Regulus didn’t care. You were beyond lovely in the silver dress that you were wearing.
“Come here.”
Regulus said holding his arms out. You didn’t need to be told twice before throwing your arms around Regulus’ shoulders as he held you back. Snuggling your face into his shoulder, you didn’t want to let him go.
“I’m sorry, love. Please don’t hate me.”
Regulus’ voice was gentle as he did whatever he could to comfort you. After a few moments, you slowly looked up at him. Regulus appeared as devastated as you were. Now he reminded you of the sad boy that you had also noticed walking through the hallways. The boy whose parents never said that they loved him...the boy that you needed and who needed you.
“I don’t hate you.”
You said before pulling him down into a kiss. Regulus’ eyes instantly snapped closed as he deepened the kiss.
“I could kiss your lips forever.”
He said as his eyes fluttered open. The two of you stood nuzzling your noses against each other while simply enjoying the moment.
“Would you like to go to the room of requirement?”
You asked. Regulus’ opened his eyes.
“Are you sure you want to give up your virginity to me now? I figured that I would be grounded.”
You shook your head.
“Now is a perfect time.”
Regulus wrapped his hand around yours and quickly tugged you toward the bathroom door.
The two of you snuck through the hallways avoiding teachers and prefects. Regulus held the door to the room of requirement open before rushing in after you and casting a locking charm. The last thing that he wanted was for anyone to disturb the two of you.
Meanwhile, you were looking around the room with a smile. A bed was already waiting for the two of you. Regulus’ arms wrapped around you from behind.
“We don’t have to rush.”
He whispered, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
“I’m ready.”
You said, hoping that you sounded as confident as you felt. Regulus reached up for the zipper on your dress and slowly pulled downward.
“You’re beautiful. Y/n, you’re the only girl that I want in my bed.”
Where his sudden surge of bravery came from...Regulus wasn’t sure. He had been dying to get his hands on you for ages. From the first kiss, he wanted you desperately but he couldn't ruin your first time due to him being a horny mess.
You stepped out of your dress as Regulus turned you in his arms. His eyes slowly rolled down your body. Suddenly, you felt very timid in front of him. You quickly pulled your hands in front of your bra-covered breasts. Regulus gently pulled you toward the bed and sat you on his lap.
“Don’t hide.”
He reached behind you and tugged on the bra’s clasp until it was undone. You let Regulus remove the lace fabric and toss it to the ground. He smiled the moment that your bare breasts were visible to him.
“May I touch you?”
You nodded frantically as Regulus rubbed his thumb over your nipple before reaching out, taking the sensitive bud into his mouth.
“Reggie.”
You sighed his name, stroking his curls. Regulus groaned and lifted his hips enough to press himself against your core. You had quickly become aware of how hard he was with each thrust.
“Let’s get the rest of these clothes off.”
Regulus said as he began tugging at his tie and the buttons of his shirt. You, reluctantly, climbed off of his lap so he could finish undressing.
“Go ahead and lay back.”
He said softly. That overwhelming sense of nervousness returned. You swallowed as you gazed at Regulus’ body.
How is that going to fit inside of me?
You thought, nervously. At the moment, you were thankful that Lily and Marlene had told you what to expect the first time.
It won’t feel great at first. Burns like hell...but it will start feeling nice quickly if Regulus knows what he’s doing.
Regulus grabbed his wand and pointed it to your stomach to mutter a quick contraceptive charm. His eyes were all over your body before biting his bottom lip.
“I want to take my sweet precious time and have you begging for it. Put your legs up and spread them a bit.”
You quickly did as you were told as Regulus took his place between your spread legs. He leaned down for a quick kiss then kissed his way down your body. You sighed with each kiss but froze as he reached your belly button.
“Regulus, what are you doing?”
His eyes rolled up with a wicked little grin. He stroked his finger over your folds sending you into a wiggling moan.
“I want to kiss you here.”
His right hand stroked over your thigh.
“And here...I want to put love bites all over those pretty thighs.”
Where this Regulus came from you weren’t sure. This Regulus was more than sure of himself. Maybe you owed Ambrosia a thank you after all?
Regulus’ lips were on your thighs as he flipped his shaggy hair over his shoulder. In the candlelight of the room, his eyes seemed two shades darker. You fought back little moans as he peppered your thighs with butterfly kisses before finally biting down.
“Oh, Merlin!”
You squeaked as he sucked harshly at the tender skin of your thighs. Regulus smirked as he leaned back admiring his work. As far as he was concerned, you were about to be marked up for the rest of forever.
His eyes drifted to your core. From where Regulus sat, he could see that you were already glistening wet.
“Can I kiss you here?”
He asked, this time he pressed on your clit firmly with his thumb. Your hips involuntarily bucked as you nodded. Regulus slowly lay down on his stomach to continue his game of butterfly kisses on your mound. When you sighed in frustration his tongue finally made contact. You could have come apart but what he was going alone.
“Don’t come.”
Regulus ordered. You spent the next few moments hyper-focused on the ball of tension that was building with each swipe of his tongue.
“Reggie, please.”
You gasped.
“Regulus.”
He snapped. You smiled at the bossy tone of his voice and reached for his hair. Twirling your fingers in the silky strands, you couldn't help it. You came. Regulus quickly put his mouth back to you and helped you through your orgasm.
“That was beautiful.”
Regulus said with a happy smirk of approval before rising up.
“I’m pushing in now...just the tip at first. This may sting.”
Regulus’ voice was strained as he adjusted himself to your opening and slowly pushed inside. The moment that your body clenched around him; Regulus froze. He leaned down to feverishly kiss you.
“I’m sorry.”
He cooed. You shook your head.
“Just do it, please.”
You said through gritted teeth as each inch of his body pushed further inside. The full feeling didn’t ease up for a good moment either.
“Regulus, please.”
You cried. Regulus’ eyes were clenched shut.
“I’m about to come. Give me a moment.”
The two of you remained in the same position for a moment before Regulus nodded and shoved all the way in. You cried out from underneath him. Regulus quickly leaned down to kiss you gently.
“It's over, sweetheart. Tell me when you want me to move.”
You waited a moment longer as your body adjusted before raising your hips.
“Now, please move.”
Regulus quickly pulled out and eased back in. With each snap of his hips, you were again falling further and further over the edge.
“Coming.”
Regulus groaned through gritted teeth before sending both of you over the edge. Neither Regulus nor yourself wanted to move for a few moments. You lay lazily twirling your fingers in his sweat-drenched hair.
“Just so you know I can last longer than five minutes.”
Regulus said with a lazy smile. You giggled.
“I don’t doubt you.”
Regulus was the first to pull away. He reached for his wand and quickly cleaned up the mess that he left inside of you.
“This was a lot better than Slughorn’s Christmas party.”
You nodded, yawning as Regulus curled up beside you.
“Totally.”
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Don’t be my Valentine’s – A story by Lee Clearwater
“Are you planning on taking a shower before we leave or what Kid?” Banging my fist on his door before making my way down the stairs and into the kitchen. The morning had been no different to any other weekend start. I woke up at 5 am, worked out, had a quite breakfast, went on the morning run with the pups and now I was home, showered and set to go.
“If you don’t get your arse out of bed, I’m leaving without you.” I didn’t shout, neither of us really did. With our hearing, and #TheKids being ten times better than anyone in the pack. There was no need.
‘I’m up, and I will have you know I am showered too.’ Smirking I rolled my eyes.
“A wash cloth is not a shower! The ladies deserve a little better than a wash cloth this morning Kid.” I retorted. The sounds of his feet running out of his room and into the bathroom made me laugh.
✮ ✮ ✮ ✮
Once #TheKid was ready it didn’t take us long to head out, we made a few stops at all the stores Ma needed us to, as well as a few both #TheKid and I wanted too. One last stop at the diner meant we had food, then we were on our way. Taking my bike was always my go to, however I knew today wasn’t the day for two wheels, so the Kids truck was the vehicle of choice. And the fact that I was in the passenger seat, wasn’t amiss on him.
He drove us towards our destination this morning. “Slow down Kid, Ma may not have our hearing. However, the woman has a knack for knowing when you are driving too fast.” He took his foot off the gas right away.
‘I really don’t want to get myself a smack up the side of my head before she says Hi today.’ We were both laughing when we pulled up in the front of #MsTiffanyCall’s house. Ma’s car was on the drive right behind #MsCalls, and Emmy’s was gone.
‘Looks like we won’t be seeing @TheMakahWolf today, are you ready?’ #TheKid asked as the two of us jumped out, gathering the bags from the back of his truck.
“It depends what shift she is on.” I said looking around. I couldn’t pick up a fresh scent for her. “It’s a good thing, #LittleCall would eat us out of house and home. The Spirits I know we can all pack it away. However, that girl really can eat.” And there was something about that, which made me grin. She was something out of this world on the best of days. I bump my shoulder into his.
“And… Please I was born ready, you are the one who was two weeks late.” Winking at my kid brother. This was a story we were told at the eve of his birthday every year, and it never got old.
‘Not you too!’ #TheKid groaned and then laughed. He liked the story of how Ma and Da had to try things like eating spicy food, sleeping with her legs in the air, and then it was a pineapple! That was the last thing she’d tried, and he decided it was time to make an entrance.
“And you still eat pineapples like they will run out tomorrow, and your life wouldn’t be the same!”
The door opened with only one knock and the beautiful woman to greet us was an older version of her daughter. ‘My boys are here!’ She wrapped her arms around #Seth kissing his cheek, before letting #TheKid in, and then it was my turn. However, I got there first. Setting the bags down by my feet, I picked her up off the ground and twirled her around in the air. ‘Lee Peter Clearwater!’ She laughed with a girlish giggle hidden in there too. ‘Set me down, right this minute.’ But I knew she didn’t want me to. I kissed her cheek and only then did I set her down.
“Don’t go playing all hard to get with me now beautiful. You know you have been waiting for this face all morning.” Teasing her I kissed her cheek and pulled her into my side for proper hug.
‘Oh, I bet you say that to all the ladies.’ Her cheeks were red as she led the way to her kitchen.
The bags in my hands. “I do, but it’s only you and that daughter of yours who play hard to get.” I told her.
‘Lee Peter Clearwater.’ I heard my Ma’s voice making me grin. ‘Don’t you dare say anything about my Emmy, she is my heart.’ The look on Ma’s face made me laugh.
‘Hey! I thought I was your heart!’ #Seth chimed in, but he was teasing. It was a standing joke with the two friends, ( Well they were more like sisters. ). Ma would say she wanted a girl, and #Tiff would say she loved her daughter, but would steal me and #Seth too.
Setting the bags down, I moved over to hug my mother into my arms kissing her cheek. “You love me more, it’s all I care about.” Kissing her cheek again, before I stepped back glancing at the two women.
“As we had breakfast planned with Ma this morning, however she informed me by text her plans had changed.” Pointing over to #TheKid, “And we know you are working on your next big charity. But we all got to eat. So, instead of cancelling we come with food!”
#TheKid had already started to unpack, handing me one of the well-kept jars and took the other himself. He stepped up to Ma and gave her a kiss.
‘Happy Not a Valentines Ma, from the two of us.’
Our mothers’ eyes lit up, as I stepped over to #Tiffany and held out her jar.
‘Happy Not a Valentines beautiful, from the two of us.’
She took it from me as I kissed her cheek.
‘Oh boys, every year without fail.’ She hugged us both as we sat the two ladies down and started to serve them breakfast.
‘Please tell us that you both have plans tomorrow?’ #Tiff asked as we sat to eat. Both #Seth and I choked on our mouthfuls. #TheKid kicked me under the table and grinned. Rolling my eyes at him before replying.
“It’s clear you aren’t going to be my Valentine then?” She hit my arm. “Well, I’m going to have to ask your daughter I guess.” This earned me a hit over the side of my head from my Ma. “What? You keep saying you want her as a daughter!” Winking at her but the two mothers exchanged looks.
‘Now, you’ve done it.’ #TheKid sang popping some bacon in his mouth. ‘You gave them a plan they didn’t have before.’ He joked.
“Excuse me.” I told them all standing up to make like I was heading to the bathroom. It was time for a sharp exit from the kitchen and those eyes.
When I had come into the house, I left a bag to the side of the door, which I grabbed and then wondered off to @TheMakahWolf’s room.
Opening the door, I didn’t step inside. But placed the box with the single flower on it on her table. A Gift for her. It was a glass jar with small lights in it, with three music sheets rolled up and tired by Haley Klinkhammer.
1. Yours
2. Breaking Free
and 3. From Where I’m standing.
With a card reading: 𝒟𝑜𝓃’𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝑀𝓎 𝒱𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈! ( By my forever )
I didn’t want her not to get something from us. #Tiffany and Emmy had always been kind to us. And it meant I’d not go without giving her something today. Closing the door before going to re-joining the others, with a plan to back pedal out of the hole I’d created.
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