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[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Can you do a smut where R is teasing Natasha, like sending her sexy pics and whimper while Natasha is on a mission and when she got home she F r senselessly?

Double take

Warnings: Spanking, oral (r receiving), Strap on sex (r receiving), Dirty talk, Sending nudes, masturbating, marking, and I think that's it

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

Word count: 3k

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The desolate and poorly illuminated room persisted in its frigid state. The absence of your beloved girlfriend was palpable, leaving you in solitude once more.

As you shifted onto your side, a sudden gasp escaped your lips, echoing in the empty room. The sheets beside you were void of Natasha's presence, serving as a harsh reminder of her absence for the next five days. Though it may seem like a short duration to some, the void left by her departure was palpable, as your reliance on her was immense.

As you lay in bed, restlessly shifting from side to side, the once perfectly tucked-in sheets have now become a mess, crumpled and scattered all over. The temperature in the room seemed to rise as your mind was fixated on the thoughts of Natasha.

As you reminisce about the past, you can't help but recall the sweet words she whispered in your ear. Her assurances that you were the epitome of perfection and that she could never imagine being with anyone else send a small but genuine smile to your lips.

You longed for her presence, yearning to feel her warmth beside you once more.

As you reach out to the nightstand to grab your phone, the dimly lit room offers a sense of comfort. Your fingers feel the cool surface of your phone as your eyes struggle to adjust to the sudden flash of your lock screen. You notice a few notifications, mostly from Wanda and Carol. However, the one message you were hoping for, from Natasha, is nowhere to be seen.

As you glance at your phone, you realize that it's already 4:36 in the morning. You put it back on the nightstand and attempt to fall back asleep. However, you find yourself tossing and turning and unable to drift into slumber. With nothing else to do, you unlock your phone and peruse through your contacts. You stop at Natasha's name, contemplating whether or not to message her. You hesitate, whispering to yourself, "Should I really text her?" while gazing at her contact, unsure if you should initiate a conversation.

Your mind is filled with uncertain thoughts. However, you crave her presence so deeply, yearning for the warmth of her embrace, the comfort of her cuddles, the kisses she would give you, and the touch of her fingers...

A sudden idea strikes your mind, causing you to sit up on the bed. A small but meaningful smirk adorns your face as you ponder over the thought. You proceed to pull your shirt over your head, lost in deep contemplation. Leaving you in only a bra and panties.

Still looking over her contact, you press the screen gently. Allowing you to see the previous texts from a few days ago. Pressing the camera icon, you angle the phone so it can capture your body. Your chin was left in the fame. The camera mostly focuses on your white lace bra and white lace thong. The camera captured you sitting on your knees. One of your hands rested on your thigh while the other hand pressed the button to get the photo. After carefully examining the photo, you come to the conclusion that it could make Natasha think of you in a way that she would need you. You decide to add a heartfelt caption that reads, "Miss you so much baby <3" trying to throw her mind off guard from the photo on top of the message and confidently press the send button.

It's impressive how quickly Natasha responded to the message in just five minutes. Right now, all you can see is the three dots, which means she's working on her reply. You feel a little nervous, of course, you've shared photos like this before. Just, not while Natasha was on a mission. You honestly didn't know how she was going to react to it.

'"I'm warning you, Y/n, don't start," Natasha quickly replies to you.

Not listening to Natasha, you quickly remove your bra and take another photo to send to her. What could be se bad about it? She would probably forget what you did as soon as she came back from her mission.

You sat in the same position as in the last photo, this time you brought your hand up to one of your boobs. Groping it slightly for the photo. Looking over the photo once more, making sure that it looked good. Clicked the send button and waited for Natasha to respond again.

"Jesus, y/n. It's 5 in the morning," Natasha replied promptly to your message.

"Is there something wrong with the photo?" you texted Natasha, trying to be oblivious to the fact you were sending her pictures of you halfway naked.

"Y/n, you know that's not what I meant. I'm in a hotel room with Maria and Thor. Getting me worked up right now isn't going to make things easy for you when I get back home my sweet girl."

"Alright, I'm sorry Nat. I won't send anything else..." You texted her that response, knowing that you were still going to send her something else. I mean, you just miss her so much. Who could blame you?

Clicking the camera button once more you decide to make this one a video.

Once the red button gets smaller you start your movements. The hand that's not holding the phone travels down your body. stopping when it gets to your panties. Slowly pulling them down to your mid-thigh. Letting out a low moan when the cold air hit your cunt. Stopping for a few seconds, you turn your body over to the nightstand to turn on the lamp that stood above the piece of furniture.

Once the room was illuminated by the light, you got back to the actions. Laying down on your back and angling the camera so it could capture your pussy, leaking with your juices.

Your hand slowly circles your clit, and another moan erupts from your mouth, pretending the hand was Natasha's. "Need you so bad Nat." You moan out into the air, your hips bucking up slightly from your movements on your clit.

Your hand suddenly stops its movements. The feeling of more pleasure coursing through your body. Your middle finger runs its way down your wet folds, teasing your hole, you thrust the tip of your finger in and out of your pussy. Hisses and sighs leave your mouth. The smallest amount of pleasure felt so good in your desperate state.

You finally pushed your whole finger into your cunt. Moaning at the way it filled you up. Yet, it still wasn't enough for you. Even with the thought of Natasha fucking you roughly with her fingers. You still needed more.

Moan after moan leaves your mouth, and another finger enters your pussy, trying hard to get yourself off. Natasha had you hooked. Ever since she fucked you for the first time you haven't been able to get off on your own, always needing her help.

The two fingers move at a faster pace, trying everything that they could to make you reach the high that you needed. Your legs start to shake. An indication that you might get that release that you've been waiting on. "Fuck, Nat." You moan out. Your eyes shut tightly as the hand that once circled your clit moved up to your boob, circling your nipple.

It only took a few more minutes before your high. Your legs close around your hand and lower arm. A loud moan leaves your mouth, you almost forget about the camera that was recording you.

Once the video had come to an end, you quickly sent it over to Natasha before placing your phone down on the nearby nightstand. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you tried to catch your breath, the pleasure still coursing through your veins. Even though you knew that this was a risky decision to send the video, you couldn't help but feel elated by the attention that you had received from Natasha. Of course, you were aware that you probably be punished by Natasha. but the thrill of it all made it seem worth it. Now, all you can do is wait and see how Natasha reacts to the video.

You turned off the lamp that your phone lay under and tried to get some sleep.

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Today was the day that Natasha was supposed to come home. The past five days have been nothing but torture for you. Natasha had left your last video on read, leaving multiple worries through your mind.

As you settled onto the expansive couch, the warmth of the cushions enveloped you and you felt your body relax from the stress flowing through your mind. Your favorite movie played on the screen before you, the familiar scenes bringing a slight sense of comfort. You shifted a little, glancing towards the door as you anticipated Natasha's arrival.

As you sat on the couch, lost in your thoughts, the silence was suddenly broken by the sound of keys jingling outside the front door. Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that it was Natasha, who was finally back from her mission. You watched with bated breath as the door swung open, revealing Natasha standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

"You have anything you want to say to me y/n" Natasha asks you while she sets her keys down on an accent table you two had bought. She waited for your response while slipping off her shoes.

"'M sorry N-."

"No, I don't care. I want you on the bed Naked right now." Natasha interrupts your pleading and swiftly makes her way to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge.

Upon hearing her request, you carefully make your way upstairs, taking fast steps to ensure that you do not exacerbate the situation. Once you arrive in the bedroom, you reach for the lamp and switch it on, casting a warm glow throughout the room. You hurry to take off all your clothes and lay down on the bed. Waiting for Natasha to come into the room.

A few minutes later, Natasha enters the bedroom to see your sprawled out on the bed. Even though she only said a few words it made such an impact with how you reacted and Natasha loved it.

"So obedient, why couldn't you listen to me just like this when I texted you to stop baby?"

A tiny whine left your mouth after hearing her speak to you. "Don't know." You spoke out to her which she laughed at slightly and made her way over to you, looking down at your frame with hazy eyes.

"Such a fucking slut. Sending me videos of you fingering yourself even though I said not to? How needy could you be?" Natasha spoke to you before sitting down on the bed and manhandling you to a position where you lay down on her legs.

"'M sorry Natasha, didn't mean to."

"I know, you said that Detka." She spat out to you before one of her hands made contact with your ass. A red handprint showing on the skin she slapped. A gasp left your mouth with the sudden impact. "How many do you think you deserve?" "5-?"

"Only 5? You think you only deserve 5?"

"Yes..." You whisper, out to her. You were surprised she was able to hear what came out of your mouth. A slight redness coming over your face.

"How about 10, that seems so much better. Huh?"

You didn't respond back to her, only nodding your head and placing it down on the sheets. Even if you tried to go against it, you wouldn't be able to. She had full control over you.

Natasha rubbed the skin for a few seconds before slapping your ass hard once more. A moan left your mouth as your hand grasped the sheets beneath you tightly.

Natasha's free hand was rubbing up and down your back as her other hand made multiple collisions on your now red skin.

Once Natasha was done with the assault on your backside she sat you up on her lap examining your tear-stained face. A small smile appeared on her face knowing she made you this way. She could feel the wetness pooling on her thigh, her finger trailing down to your clit, giving it a small rub. Your hips jolt at the movement and a low moan leaves your mouth. "So wet already? Did me spanking you turn you on that much?" She asked you this knowing that you wouldn't be responding back to her.

Natasha laid you down on your back as she got on her knees and removed her shirt. Your eyes stare at her frame after she takes off the piece of clothing. Her abs were on display, her plaid boxers showing a bit. She had a spider tattoo right where her v-line started. You were in a trance, not being able to look up. That was until Natasha got down on her stomach and started to kiss the inside of your thighs.

She made her way to your cunt, licking a stripe of arousal. "Taste so good baby." she said to you before going back and licking your cunt messily, her sweet praises almost made you think she wasn't mad at you anymore.

Moans drag out of your mouth one by one. A hand coming down and gripping her red hair, shoving her closer to your cunt. Your hips bucking up to her face and she immediately places her strong hand over one of your hips to keep you down. You hate to admit it but you were so close to coming in such a short time. "s-so close Nat, please" you beg out to her. Your head thrown back on the bed as Natasha switched from sucking your clit to sloppily licking your folds and fucking you with her tounge.

She quickly pulled away from your pussy after she heard you were about to cum. Her mouth and lower chin were dripping from your juices. You let a loud whine and started up at Natasha with glossy eyes, hoping it would convince her to let you cum.

"Not gonna work y/n. Should've thought about what would happen before sending me that video." She said before taking off her sweatpants. She walks away to your closet, leaving you a bit confused on why she was going in there.

Your legs close over each other, trying to get some type of pleasure while waiting on Natasha.

Natasha comes back out in the same outfit. Plaid boxers and a sports bra, yet, you noticed something different. She was packing under her boxers.

She walks back over to you and gets on top of you. Her head lowering and slowly kissing your neck, leaving marks all over that will definitely bruise up.

"N-Nat" You moan out to her.

"Shh, just let me use this pretty body baby, okay?" She tells you before sliding her boxers down. The strap popping up and hitting her stomach.

"Please need you so bad Nat." You whimper out to her, waiting for her to do something.

She quickly lines the tip of her strap up against your hole, rubbing it up and down before pushing it in. A strangled moan left your mouth as she bottomed out inside of you. "My cock feel good inside of your pretty pussy?" She asked, to which you nodded. Wrapping your legs against her waist

Natasha thrusted into you at a fast pace, her hands grasping your hips while she fucks into you. "Mm-fuck Natasha feels so good." "Like the way I fuck you? 'Wonder if your friends know that you can be such a slut for my cock." Groans left her mouth as she says your tits jumped up and down the more, she thrusted into you.

Her strap hits your g-spot with every thrust. Her eyes close as she feels the toy press on her clit, giving her a good amount of pleasure. She took one of her hands and circled your erect clit, giving you more pleasure by the moment.

"Please Natahsa, l-let me cum. Please." You moan out to her, hands grasping at her back, leaving crescent shaped scratches on her back. "F-fuck cum with me." She says to you, placing her head in the crook of your neck. Her thrust start to become inconsistent the closer she gets to her high.

A loud moan leaves your mouth as you finally release on her strap. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your mouth is wide open as you try to ride it out.

With a few more thrusts Natasha cums, a groan leaving her lips as her head is down in the pillow. Her free arm wrapping around you tightly.

"You did so good baby," Natasha tells you before climbing off your body. Her face is now red with some hair sticking to her face.

"Just so you know, I loved the video. You just can't send me that stuff when i'm on a mission, okay?' She tells you before grabbing you a shirt and underwear.

"Yeah, I know, 'just needed you so bad." You say before sitting up to look at her. You see her walking away to the bathroom with a towel, coming back a few minutes later, she helps clean you off.

Once she's done cleaning you off, she helps you into one of her Radiohead shirts. "Thank you, Nat," "You're welcome my love, no go gets some sleep." She tells you while taking off the strap and cleaning it before she slips on another pair of boxers and a sports bra.

As you drift into a peaceful slumber, you feel the comforting embrace of Natasha's arms around your body. One of her arms reaches over to switch off the lamp on the nightstand, creating a soothing ambiance in the room.

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[taylor-on-your-dash]

Writing Of 1989 Timeline

1989 changed Taylor's career forever. If Red had just sprinkles of pop sounds, 1989 was marketed as a pure pop album from the get-go.

While many fans and critics kind of expected that, it seems like:

Taylor didn't have a clear direction from the start (except for the cohesiveness): “I wanted it to be a sonically cohesive album, and it ended up really being the first I’ve done since Fearless. I also wanted the songs to sound exactly how the emotions felt. I know that’s pretty vague, so I really didn’t know where it was going to go, but I knew that I wanted to work with the collaborators I had such crazy electricity with on Red, like Max Martin. I wanted to do some things that sounded nothing like what we had done before.”

She knew that she didn't want another Red: “When people say that they like one of my albums, like when people told me that Red was their favorite album I'd done, I didn't take that as, 'So, I should make that again'. I took that as, 'Great, awsome, now I wanna make them like this new album just as much if not more than the last album.' But I want them to like it for different reasons.”

She was worried about the change of direction of her music: “I worry about everything. Some days I wake up in a mind-set of, like, ‘Okay, it’s been a good run.’ By afternoon, I could have a change of mood and feel like anything is possible and I can’t wait to make this kind of music I’ve never made before. And then by evening, I could be terrified of the whole thing again. And then at night, I’ll write a song before bed.”

October 17, 2012: [From a Lover Journal] Taylor writes This Love in LA. This will be the last song produced by Nathan Chapman and the only one recorded in Nashville.

“The last time I wrote a poem that ended up being a song, I was writing in my journal and I was writing about something that had happened in my life – it was about a year ago – and I just wrote this really really short poem. It said, 'This love is good /this love is bad / this love is alive back from the dead / these hands had to let it go free / and this love came back to me.' And I just wrote it down, closed the book and put it back on my night stand […] All of a sudden in my head I just started hearing this melody happen, and then I realized that it was going to be a song.”

Handwritten lyrics:

November 18, 2012: Taylor meets Jack Antonoff and his band, fun., for the first time in Frankfurt, Germany, while at the MTV Europe Music Awards. They bond over 80s music.

January 4, 2013: Taylor is seen in a boat without Harry Styles, ready to return to LA from the Virgin Islands.

She will wear the same dress in the Out Of The Woods music video (and also in Look What You Made Me Do)

January 10, 2013: Taylor tweets "Back in the studio. Uh oh...". She will confirm that the song was All You Had To Do Was Stay on October 27, 2014 on Tumblr.

Candids here;

“There’s a song on my album called 'All You Had To Do Was Stay.' I was having this dream, that was actually one of those embarrassing dreams, where you’re mortified in the dream, you’re like humiliated. In the dream, my ex had come to the door to beg for me to talk to him or whatever, and I opened up the door and I went to go say, 'Hi,' or 'What are you doing here?' or something — something normal — but all that came out was this high-pitched singing that said, 'Stay!' It was almost operatic. So I wrote this song, and I used that sound in the song. Weird, right? I woke up from the dream, saying the weird part into my phone, figuring I had to include it in something because it was just too strange not to. In pop, it’s fun to play around with little weird noises like that.”

January 11, 2013: Taylor is seen again at Conway Studios, likely to continue working on All You Had To Do Was Stay.

January 15, 2013: Taylor posts a picture of herself in the studio, with the caption "Somewhere in LA". She'll later reveal that she was writing How You Get The Girl.

“The song ‘How You Get The Girl’ is a song that I wrote about how you get the girl back if you ruined the relationship somehow and she won’t talk to you anymore. Like, if you broke up with her and left her on her own for six months and then you realize you miss her. All the steps you have to do to edge your way back into her life, because she’s probably pretty mad at you. So it’s kind of a tutorial. If you follow the directions in the song, chances are things will work out. Or you may get a restraining order.”

March 6, 2013: Taylor is seen going to a studio in LA.

March 23, 2013: Taylor posts a picture of herself playing guitar, which might mean that she was working on a new song: "Pre show. Columbia, South Carolina". This could be either Wonderland, New Romantics or a vault song.

May 27, 2013: While in Rhode Island for the Memorial Day weekend, Jack plays Taylor an instrumental track that will later become I Wish You Would.

“'I Wish You Would’ is a song that I wrote with Jack Antonoff and it was the first song we ever worked on together. I think, for this song, we wanted to create a sort of John Hughes movie visual with pining and, you know, one person’s over here and misses the other person but is too prideful and won’t say it. Meanwhile this other person is here and missing the same person; they’re missing each other but not saying it. And I had this happen in my life and so I wanted to kind of narrate it in a very cinematic way where it’s like you’re seeing two scenes play out and then in the bridge you’re seeing the final scene, where it resolves itself. So it says, 'It’s a crooked love in a straight line down, makes you wanna run and hide but it makes you turn right back around.’ It kind of is like that dramatic love that’s never really quite where it needs to be and that tension it creates.”

[Voice Memo Intro Transcript] “This is another way I’ve written songs recently. This is a song I did with Jack Antonoff, and Jack is one of my friends and so were hanging out and he pulled out his phone and goes ‘I made this amazing track the other day. It’s so cool, I love these guitar sounds.’ And he played it for me and immediately I could hear this finished song in my head, and I just said ‘Please, please let me have that. Let me play with it, send it to me.’ And so he sent it to me and I was on tour and this was me playing the track on my laptop recording me singing the vocal into my phone and it ended up being a song called 'I Wish You Would', because Jack wrote back and said ‘I love that’. So this is another way of writing, it’s writing to track.”

[Secret Sessions] “Taylor said that she wrote ‘I Wish You Would’ a couple of months after her and Harry Styles broke up, and they decided to become friends again and she said this was the first time she had become friends with an ex, to the point where they were comfortable enough to talk about why the relationship didn’t work out. She said he told her about how, after they broke up, he bought a house literally one road adjacent to hers. Every day he would drive home, and accidentally turn into her street, and he told her how he just wanted to stop at her house and see her, but he never did. She said this song is about while he was in the car making the decision to get out the car and see her, she was sitting in her bedroom, wishing he would make the move and go back to her and just pitch up at her house. She compared it to a classic John Hughes movie where both parties want the same thing but neither has the guts to say anything. Honestly, she spoke so fondly of that relationship.” [this is from a secret sessioner and therefore it should be taken with a grain of salt]

Between May 28 and June 2, 2013: Taylor writes I Wish You Would. She settled in Rhode Island basically all summer, so it's possible that she went to Jack's studio in New York by car without being seen and especially photographed, cause I couldn't find any pictures with the same outfit. Conway Studios are also credited but it's possible that she recorded background vocals there. Taylor was in LA in late August.

June 7, 2013: During an interview at the CMA Music Festival, Taylor confirms that she has started writing her next album.

[Transcript by me] “[The new album] is starting, all the anxiety is starting and when the anxiety starts, then the writing happens right afterward usually. I like to write for about two years before I'm finished with an album because at this point I kind of know that whenever I read in the first year is going to get away, because I'm going to like it but it's going to sound a little bit like the last project I had, and the second year usually ends up sounding like the next project. So I think at this point I feel like staying the same is the easy way to go but it's not the way that I want to go creatively. I think you need to challenge yourself, I think you need to change up your influences, I think you need to be inspired by different things that you've been inspired by before. It's harder to call people you don't know, it's harder to think of topics you haven't covered and think of new ways to say old emotions that everyone feels. I think one of the things that I'm happiest with in the last year is the acceptance level in country music for me experimenting and for me trying to evolve and challenge myself musically because I think it's never felt better to be on that stadium stage performing knowing that and so welcoming of change.”

July 13, 2013: After a show in New Jersey, Taylor has an interview with Rolling Stone, where she says that she has been writing a lot.

“The floodgates just opened the last couple weeks,” she says of the songwriting process. “I’m getting to that point where I’m irritating to be around because I’ll be with you for half the conversation and then the second half of the conversation I’m clearly editing the second verse of whatever I’m writing in my head. I really loved collaborating: you work with a lot of different people and you find the people you have this dream connection with in the studio. I know those people and I know the ones I want to go back to. But I also have a really long list of the people I admire and I would really love to go and contact. So that’s kind of where that is. I think that the idea of having a different approach to every single one of my albums is so exciting to me. I never want to make the same record twice. Why do it? What’s the point? It’s so overwhelming that when you’re starting a project there are such endless possibilities if you’re willing to evolve and experiment. If you’re willing to become a different version of yourself, you can really go anywhere with it. And that’s kind of where I am. The kind of the laboratory experimental stage of really catching onto a new thing that I’m liking.”

Somewhere around June and early September 2013: Taylor and Jack write Sweeter Than Fiction. No credits are available but we know that it's the second song on which Taylor and Jack worked, so that places it before I Wish You Would and Out Of The Woods.

In 2014, Lena Dunham (Jack's girlfriend at the time) posted this photo of Jack and Taylor working on the song at Jack's house.

September 15, 2013: Jack completes the instrumental track that will later become Out Of The Woods, after his show was cancelled.

[Jack Antonoff] “When I did the track for Out of the Woods, which is a Taylor song that I'm really proud of, there was some issue at a venue and our show was canceled that night and I didn't have my stuff, I had left it on the bus, so I only had these old samples on what was on my laptop, and caught up that 'oh oh'' thing, and I only had one drum kit on there, and these dumb little things sometimes turn into a great song.”

Somewhere around September and October 2013: Taylor writes Out Of The Woods.

Voice memo here;

[Jack Antonoff] Although Antonoff and Swift shared studio time for some of their other 1989 songs while working throughout 2014, “Out of the Woods” was completed as a long-distance collaboration. “She’s very natural -— when she gets an idea, it just happens very quickly. I would send her these tracks, and when an idea would happen, we’d be 5,000 miles apart or whatever, but she would start emailing me these voice notes like crazy and it would just be happening so quickly that there’d be this excitement. There’s a frantic feeling in the song,” he says. “What’s interesting about ‘Out of the Woods’ is that it doesn’t really let up. It starts with a pretty big anthemic vocal sample that’s me, and then there’s a drum sample that kicks in that’s kind of huge, and then you don’t really know how you’re going to get any bigger, but then the chorus hits and it just explodes even larger. And then the bridge hits, and it gets even more huge.“When I was working on the track, I was thinking a lot about My Morning Jacket,” Antonoff continues, “and how everything they do, every sound is louder than the last, and somehow it feels like everything is just f—ing massive. And that’s the feeling that I went for. It started out big, and then I think the obvious move would have been to do a down chorus, but the idea was to keep pushing.” Antonoff is excited to share the rest of his work with Swift on 1989, but he views “Out of the Woods” as a highlight on the project. “This song means a great deal to me. On a production level, on a writing level, Taylor’s lyrics and her melodies — there’s something very important about this song.”

[Jack Antonoff] “After 'I Wish You Would' and 'Sweeter Than Fiction', we did 'Out Of The Woods'. So it was the third thing we worked on together, and probably the easiest. I sent her the track for it, and she sent back a voice note with the verse and chorus in what felt like five seconds. And it was just perfect. It's eerie how similar it is to what the final product is.”

“It kind of conjured up all these feelings of anxiety I had in a relationship where everybody was watching, everybody was commenting on it. You’re constantly just feeling like, ‘Are we out of the woods yet? What’s the next thing gonna be? What’s the next hurdle we’re gonna have to jump over?’ It was interesting to write about a relationship where you’re just honestly like, ‘This is probably not gonna last, but how long is it gonna last?’ Those fragile relationships... It doesn’t mean they’re not supposed to happen. The whole time we were having happy memories, or crazy memories, or ridiculously anxious times, in my head it was just like, ‘Are we okay yet? Are we there yet? Are we out of this yet?’”

“That line is in there because it's not only the actual, literal narration of what happened in a particular relationship I was in, it's also a metaphor. 'Hit the brakes too soon' could mean the literal sense of, we got in an accident and we had to deal with the aftermath. But also, the relationship ended sooner than it should've because there was a lot of fear involved. And that song touches on a huge sense of anxiety that was, kind of, coursing through that particular relationship, because we really felt the heat of every single person in the media thinking they could draw up the narrative of what we were going through and debate and speculate. I don't think it's ever going to be easy for me to find love and block out all those screaming voices.”

October 21, 2013: Sweeter Than Fiction is released. Big Machine was originally not on board with the release since they wanted a dormant period between album releases.

Late 2013: Taylor writes Bad Blood, after Katy Perry announces her Prismatic World Tour.

“For years, I was never sure if we were friends or not. She would come up to me at awards shows and say something and walk away, and I would think, ‘Are we friends,or did she just give me the harshest insult of my life?’ Then last year, the other star crossed a line. She did something so horrible. I was like, ‘Oh, we’re just straight-up enemies.’ And it wasn’t even about a guy! It had to do with business. She basically tried to sabotage an entire arena tour. She tried to hire a bunch of people out from under me. And I’m surprisingly non-confrontational – you would not believe how much I hate conflict. So now I have to avoid her. It’s awkward, and I don’t like it.”

“That was about losing a friend... But then people cryptically tweet about what you meant. I never said anything that would point a finger in the specific direction of one specific person, and I can sleep at night knowing that. I knew the song would be assigned to a person, and the easiest mark was someone who I didn’t want to be labeled with this song. It was not a song about heartbreak. It was about the loss of friendship.”

October 20 to 22, 2013: Taylor is in Cape Town (South Africa) shooting The Giver. One of the members of the cast is Alexsander Skarsgård. He is said to have inspired Wildest Dreams (or at least he's the most popular theory, as far as I know), because the music video is set in Africa and it features Clint Eastwood's son Scott as love interest, just like Alexsander is actor Stellan Skarsgård's son, but we don't actually know more about the song.

“I think the way I used to approach relationships was very idealistic. I used to go into them thinking, ‘Maybe this is the one – we’ll get married and have a family, this could be forever’. Whereas now I go in thinking, ‘How long do we have on the clock – before something comes along and puts a wrench in it, or your publicist calls and says this isn’t a good idea?’”

Note: Selena Gomez was present when Taylor wrote this song.

Handwritten lyrics:

November 19, 2013: Taylor records Blank Space. This is based on the wall behind her on an Instagram post from this day, the credits, and the behind the scenes clip.

Voice memo here;

Behind the Scenes here;

“Every few years, the media finds something they unanimously agree is annoying about me. 2012-2013 they thought I was dating too much, because I dated two people in a year and a half. ‘Oh, a serial dater. She only writes songs to get emotional revenge on guys. She’s a man-hater, don’t let her near your boyfriend.’ It was kind of excessive and at first it was hurtful, but then I found a little bit of comedy in it. This character is so interesting, though. If you read these gossip sites, they describe how I am so opposite to my actual life: I’m clingy, and I’m awful, and I throw fits, and there’s drama. An emotionally fragile, unpredictable mess. I painted a whole picture of this character. She lives in a mansion with marble floors, she wears Dolce & Gabbana around the house, and she wears animal print unironically. So I created this whole character and I had fun doing it.”

November 21, 2013: While at the American Music Awards, Taylor tells Billboard that she has around seven or eight songs ready.

[Transcript] “We got a lot already,” says Swift. “There are probably seven or eight songs that I know I want on the record. It’s really ahead of schedule for me. I’m just stoked because it’s already evolved into a new sound, and that’s all I wanted. And I would have taken two years to make that happen, but it just kind of happened naturally, so that’s all I could really ask for.”

December 2013: Taylor meets Diane Warren and they write Say, Don't Go.

[Diane Warren to Rolling Stone] Warren, who typically writes on her own, says the two of them “sat down and wrote the song,” which was released Friday as one of 1989 (Taylor’s Version)‘s vault tracks, “from scratch” during the last few days of 2013. She remembers being impressed with how specific Swift was with her lyricism and how considerate she was about how her fans might receive it. “She was very particular about how she said certain things. It was a really interesting experience. She gets her audience,” Warren says. “She’s deeply aware of how her fans want to hear something. I can’t explain it, but that’s probably why she’s the biggest fucking star in the world.”

2013: Taylor writes New Romantics and Wonderland. Not much is known about these songs, except that they were both written in 2013.

[About New Romantics] “People will say, 'Let me set you up with someone', and I’m just sitting there saying, ‘That’s not what I’m doing. I’m not lonely. I’m not looking.’ They just don’t get it. I’ve learned that just because someone is cute and wants to date you, that’s not a reason to sacrifice your independence and allow everyone to say whatever they want about you. I’m not doing that anymore. It’d take someone really special for me to undergo the circumstances I have to go through to experience a date. I don’t know how I would ever have another person in my world trying to have a relationship with me, or a family.”

New Romantics handwritten lyrics:

Wonderland Handwritten lyrics:

January 1, 2014: Taylor records Say, Don't Go.

[Diane Warren to Rolling Stone] Several days after writing the song together, they got into Warren’s office to record a demo, where Swift played it on her acoustic guitar. “We demoed it on New Year’s Day. And I’m a workaholic, and that’s fine for me,” she says. “But I remember being impressed that she did, too. Everybody’s on vacation, but she showed up.”

January 6, 2014: Taylor decides to look for a house in New York.

[Lover Journal] LA. So I've decided I want to look at places in New York. I know I went through this phase months ago, but it has to mean something that i've circled back to it, right? You know what they say, if you love something let it go and if it comes back... blah blah blah. so I'm leaving the day after tomorrow. Dating is awful. Love is fiction/ a myth. I'm over it all.

January 21, 2014: Taylor sends Ryan Tedder the I Know Places Voice Memo.

January 22, 2014: [From the 1989 Booklet] Taylor and Ryan finish and record I Know Places.

“I had this idea of like, when you’re in love, along the lines of 'Out of the Woods’, it’s very precious, it’s fragile. As soon as the world gets ahold of it, whether it’s your friends or people around town hear about it... it’s kind of like the first thing people want to do when they hear that people are in love is just kind of try to ruin it. I kind of was in a place where I was like, ‘No one is gonna sign up for this. There are just too many cameras pointed at me. There are too many ridiculous elaborations on my life. It’s just not ever gonna work.‘ But I decided to write a love song, just kind of like, ‘What would I say if I met someone really awesome and they were like, hey, I’m worried about all this attention you get?’ So I wrote this song called ‘I Know Places’ about, ‘Hey, I know places we can hide. We could outrun them.’ I’m so happy that it sounds like the urgency that it sings.”

January 23, 2014: Taylor and Ryan Tedder write Welcome To New York. Ryan produces a demo in three hours. This demo is the one included in the album.

“I wanted to start 1989 with this song because New York has been an important landscape and location for the story of my life in the last couple of years. I dreamt and obsessed over moving to New York, and then I did it. The inspiration that I found in that city is hard to describe and to compare to any other force of inspiration I’ve ever experienced in my life. It’s an electric city.”

[Ryan Tedder] “I thought we were going to walk in and start something from scratch because that's what I was used to. Then she calls me and says, 'Is it cool if I already have an idea?' I said, 'Sure.' She said, 'I have this song, I'm obsessed with New York and I just moved there, I want to write an ode to New York because no one's done it in a long time.' And then she sent me a voice memo. She's like, 'I want it to sound like the 1980s.' So the next day I brought in a Juno-106, which is a very 1980s keyboard, and I literally programmed that entire song right in front of her. It was very much on the fly, and that song was done in about three hours. And I did the rest of the production I think later that week.”

Handwritten lyrics:

January 26, 2014: Night of the 56th Grammy Awards. Taylor delivers a legendary performance of All Too Well, but loses the Album Of The Year Award to Random Access Memory by Daft Punk. This will prompt Taylor to make a "sonically cohesive" pop album.

[Lover Journal] January 25th. LA. It's the middle of the night and I was at the Clive Davis Party tonight which means... the Grammys are tomorrow. Never have I felt so good about our chances. Never have I wanted something as badly as I want to hear them say 'Red' is the Album of the Year.

“It was the night of the Grammys this year. I remember going home and playing a lot of the new music I had recorded for some of my backup singers and one of my best friends. We were all sitting in the kitchen and I was playing them all this music, and they were just saying, ‘You know, this is very eighties. It’s very clear to us that this is so eighties.’ We were just talking and talking about how it’s kind of a rebirth in a new genre, how that’s a big, bold step. Kind of starting a part of your career over. When they left that night, I just had this very clear moment of, ‘It’s gotta be called 1989.’”

“I woke up one morning at 4 a.m. and I decided the album is called 1989. I’ve been making ‘80s synth pop, I’m just gonna do that. I’m calling it a pop record. I’m not listening to anyone at my label. I’m starting tomorrow. I liked the idea of collaborating. But with 1989 I decided to narrow down the list. It wasn’t going to be 10 producers, it was going to be a very small team of four or five people I always wanted to work with, or loved working with. And Max Martin and I were going to oversee it, and we were going to make a sonically cohesive record again.”

January 2014: Taylor writes You Are In Love. This is actually speculation but it's based on (1) Taylor going to NY in early January and (2) Jack Antonoff confirming that it was the fourth song they did and (3) it's the only Antonoff-produced song that is copyrighted in 2014. Based on the credits, I'm pretty sure that Taylor and Jack worked on the song separately, with Jack recording the instrumental at the Jungle City Studios in NY (which is a studio that Jack used in 2014 to record Bleachers' first album Strange Desire) and Taylor recording the vocals at Conway Studio in LA.

“I wrote it with my friend Jack Antonoff who’s dating my friend Lena. Jack sent me this song, it was just an instrumental track he was working on and immediately I knew the song it needed to be. And I wrote it as a kind of commentary on what their relationship has been like. So it’s actually me looking and going, ‘This happened and that happened, then that happened and that’s how you knew you are in love.’”

“I’ve never had that, so I wrote that song about things that Lena Dunham has told me about her and Jack Antonoff. That’s just basically stuff she’s told me. And I think that that kind of relationship — God, it sounds like it would just be so beautiful — would also be hard. It would also be mundane at times.”

“We first worked on that song together and realized we kind of have a good thing, and the next thing we did was ‘Sweeter Than Fiction,’ which was on the [One Chance] soundtrack, and after that we did ‘Out of the Woods’ and another song called ‘You Are in Love.’

January 26, 2014: At the Grammy's, Diane Warren reveals that she and Taylor wrote a song together (aka Say, Don't Go).

[Transcript] “I worked with Taylor Swift on a great song. I don't even know what she's done [for her next album], I'm excited about the one that we did, it's pretty cool.”

[Billboard 2016 Interview] “I know [Swift] likes it, so hopefully it will see the light of day. I know she really likes the song. She didn’t want me to give it away, so hopefully that means she wants it.”

February 9, 2014: [From the 1989 Booklet] While in London, during the European leg of the Red Tour, Taylor and Imogen Heap write Clean in just 9 hours at Imogen's home studio. Taylor will sing the song just two times.

Voice memo here;

“'Clean' I wrote as I was walking out of Liberty in London. Someone I used to date – it hit me that I’d been in the same city as him for two weeks and I hadn’t thought about it. When it did hit me, it was like, ‘Oh, I hope he’s doing well’. And nothing else. And you know how it is when you’re going through heartbreak. A heartbroken person is unlike any other person. Their time moves at a completely different pace than ours. It’s this mental, physical, emotional ache and feeling so conflicted. Nothing distracts you from it. Then time passes, and the more you live your life and create new habits, you get used to not having a text message every morning saying, ‘Hello, beautiful. Good morning.’ You get used to not calling someone at night to tell them how your day was. You replace these old habits with new habits, like texting your friends in a group chat all day, and planning fun dinner parties, and going out on adventures with your girlfriends, and then all of a sudden one day you’re in London and you realize you’ve been in the same place as your ex for two weeks and you’re fine. And you hope he’s fine. The first thought that came to my mind was – I’m finally clean.”

“'Clean' is the last song on the album for a lot of reasons, but mostly because it felt like the complication of this emotional process I’ve been going through for the last couple of years. You know, I feel like my personal life was really, really discussed, and criticized, and debated, and talked about to a point where it made me feel almost kind of tarnished, in a way. And the discussion wasn’t about music. It broke my heart that I had made an album that I was proud of, and I was touring the world, and playing sold-out stadiums, and still they managed to only want to talk about my personal life. At a certain point I felt a switch and it was at the end of recording this album that I began to feel like my life was mine again and my music was at the forefront again. I was living my life on my own terms and I really no longer cared what people were saying about me. That was when I started so see people talk less about the things that didn’t matter.”

“I had this metaphor in my head about being in this house, there’s been a drought but you feel like there’s a storm coming. Instead of trying to block out the storm you punch a hole in the roof and just let all the rain come in, and when you wake up in the morning, it’s washed away.”

[Imogen Heap] “We met at my studio in London. She had the bare bones of “Clean.” She had the lyric, the chorus and the chords. I thought it was brilliant.I was really writing the tiniest amount just to help her do what she does. I put some noises, played various instruments on it, including drums, and anytime she expressed she liked something I was doing, I did it more. It was a really fun day. She recorded all her vocals during that one session. She did two takes, and the second take was it. We always thought she would probably re-record it, because we thought it can’t possibly be that easy. But after we lived with it for a few months, we felt it was great. I knew she loved it. She said she loved it and her mum loved it. But I wasn’t sure it would be included on the album. But everyone felt it had something special. It came together really magically.”

Imogen's detailed blog entry about this songwriting session.

[Taylor about Imogen Heap] “The coolest thing about Imogen for me was that there was no one else in the studio. There was no assistant; there was no engineer. It was her doing everything.”

February 11, 2014: Taylor gets a haircut. (I'm including this for funsies)

February 15, 2014: Taylor, Max Martin and Shellback write Shake It Off.

Voice memo here;

[Lover Journal] LA. This week I've been in the studio with Max and Johan every day and it has been the most creatively successful and fulfilling time. The first day, Johan just made a really up tempo drum beat because we decided we needed something up and light. We worked at it for a few hours before i just started singing "shake it off, shake it off, shake it off" And then the best way i know how to describe it is that the chorus just fell out of the sky. It ended up being this song about doing your own thing even though haters are gonna hate, and you just have to dance to your own beat. We all went home and I wrote the first and second verses and brought them in the next day. We wrote this chanty cheer leader bridge that I absolutely LOVE. We spent all day doing vocals and the next day recording the background vocals. I think it'll end up being the first single and Max said it's his favorite song he's ever been a part of.

[Max Martin during the lawsuit] “Shellback started out with a drumbeat. Shellback, Taylor, and I then collaboratively developed the melody and other lines of ‘Shake It Off’ to Shellback’s drumbeat. I did not write or provide any input into any lyrics in ‘Shake It Off,’ which were written entirely by Taylor.”

“I've had every part of my life dissected – my choices, my actions, my words, my body, my style, my music. When you live your life under that kind of scrutiny, you can either let it break you, or you can get really good at dodging punches. And when one lands, you know how to deal with it. And I guess the way that I deal with it is to shake it off.”

“The message in the song is a problem I think we all deal with and an issue we deal with on a daily basis. We don’t live just in a celebrity takedown culture, we live in a takedown culture. People will find anything about you and twist it to where it’s weird or wrong or annoying or strange or bad. You have to not only live your life in spite of people who don’t understand you, you have to have more fun than they do.”

February 19, 2014: Taylor, Max Martin, Shellback and Ali Payami write Style. This is the last song made for the album.

“I loved comparing these timeless visuals with a feeling that never goes out of style. It's basically one of those relationships that's always a bit off. The two people are trying to forget each other. So, it's like, 'All right, I heard you went off with her, and well, I've done that, too.' My previous albums have also been sort of like, 'I was right, you were wrong, you did this, it made me feel like this' – a righteous sense of right and wrong in a relationship. What happens when you grow up is you realize the rules in a relationship are very blurred and that it gets very complicated very quickly, and there's not a case of who was right or who was wrong.”

“This song is about those relationships that are never really done. You always kind of have that person, that one person who you feel might interrupt your wedding and be like, ‘Don’t do it cause we’re not over yet.'”

[Guitarist Niklas Ljungfelt] “I played on “Style,” a song I started with Ali Payami for ourselves. He was playing it for Max Martin at his studio; Taylor overheard it and loved it. She and Max wrote new lyrics. But I recorded the guitar on it before it was a Taylor song. It was an instrumental. I didn’t have a clue that Taylor would sing on it. The inspiration came from Daft Punk and funky electronic music.”

1989 is officially done!

[Taylor On Ryan Seacrest] “I'm pretty sure after we finished this one I knew the record was done. Shake It Off and Style were the last two songs to be written for 1989.”

February 19, 2014: While on tour, Ryan Tedder produces another three versions of Welcome To New York.

[Ryan Tedder interview] “I was in Switzerland on a tour bus, and I did four versions of 'Welcome to New York,' one of which I liked personally more, but the thing about artists is they become very obsessed with the demo. She was in love with the demo so no matter how hard I fought, she brought it back to the demo, so really what you hear is what I did on the first day.”

March 22, 2014: Billboard reports that Taylor and Ryan Tedder have worked together in LA in January

March 24, 2014: [From a Lover Journal] Taylor moves to New York.

[Lover Journal] So in the last few weeks, I've completely moved into my apartment in Tribeca. That's right, I'm writing this from my new bed in my new place, watching Law and Order with Meredith. Strangely, I've never felt more busy.

May 1, 2014: 1989 Photoshoot (I got this date from an insider)

May 29, 2014: [From a Lover Journal] Taylor chooses another photo for the cover, after having a nightmare of the previous one being not enough.

May 30, 2014: Taylor chooses the album cover.

[Lover Journal] Shanghai. So we got to China at around 2pm and I knew it would completely ruin me if I slept when i got to the hotel, so I decided to work out. WHY IS THIS PEN RUNNING OUT?! Just went to my purse and got my pen. So a crazy story unfolded in the last 24 hours. Last night, I had this vivid dream where the photo I'd chosen for the album cover wasn't good enough, intriguing enough, artful enough. it woke me up. I couldn't shake it and it stayed with me all day. Because that nagging feeling I'd been pushing back for weeks was now confirmed in my gut... it wasn't good enough. I went to the venue, mind racing, wandering if I'd have to do an entirely new photo shoot... I got to my dressing room with newer versions of the "cover" I looked at it and felt nothing. The team pulled up this new scanned file of the polaroids we had taken during the shoot. I saw it within 10 seconds. The shot. The cover. It's a polaroid of me sitting against a beige wall with a blue seagull sweatshirt on. You can see my red lips but the photo cuts off my eyes. For some reason unknown to me it's the most intriguing photo i've seen. I think it's the mystery of not seeing my eyes. Maybe it just looks effortlessly cool. The craziest moment came when something caught my eye. The cover photo is photo 13. I kid you not. I played a sold out show in Shanghai tonight and the crowd was amazing. Tomorrow we go to Tokyo, where they'll have the whole ticker tape parade at the airport. Smile and wave...

Mid To Late 2014: Taylor and Jack write Now That We Don't Talk.

[Tumblr Music] "Now That We Don't Talk is one of my favorite songs that was left behind. It was so hard to leave it behind, but I think we wrote it a little bit towards the end of the process, and we couldn't get the production right at the time. But we had tons of time to perfect the production this time, and figure out what we wanted the song to sound like, and I just think it's, I think it's the shortest song I've ever had. I think it packs a punch. I think it really goes in for the short amount of time we have, I think it makes its point."

Conclusive notes

What 1989 represented for Taylor:

“The 1980s was a very experimental time in pop music. People realized songs didn't have to be this standard drums-guitar-bass-whatever. We can make a song with synths and a drum pad. We can do group vocals for the entire song. We can do so many different things. And I think what you saw happening with music was also happening in our culture, where people were just wearing whatever crazy colors they wanted to, because why not? There just seemed to be this energy about endless opportunities, endless possibilities, endless ways you could live your life. And so with this record, I thought, 'There are no rules to this. I don't need to use the same musicians I've used, or the same band, or the same producers, or the same formula. I can make whatever record I want.'”

“In the past, I've written mostly about heartbreak or pain that was caused by someone else and felt by me. On this album, I'm writing about more complex relationships, where the blame is kind of split 50–50 ... even if you find the right situation relationship-wise, it's always going to be a daily struggle to make it work.”

Bonus: Secret Messages

Author's note: I wrote this timeline around 2 years ago. While I found some dates later on, this is 100% my research. If you use this timeline for your posts, research or whatever, PLEASE, credit me! I'd be very thankful. This is 2 years of work.

Links to my other Timelines:

Writing of Fearless Timeline

Writing of Speak Now Timeline

Writing of Red Timeline

My Spreadsheet with a timeline overview

Credits:

Most of the quotes have been copy-pasted from Taylor Swift Switzerland.

Taylor Swift Pictures for the candids.

Heather from Nerdy by Nature for the WTNY handwritten lyrics picture.

#taylor swift #1989 #1989 taylor's version #1989 era #red era #taylor swift timelines #1989 tv #blank space #shake it off #harry styles #out of the woods #wildest dreams #style #imogen heap #1989 tour #taylor swift unreleased songs #vault songs #1989 vault

[darkmagicmirror]

OKAY SO my takes on the trailer things

First off, Aaravos is too fucking pretty, as we all know, u-u

I love him and also Viren, and I love that Viren is now apparition-visiting him! I'm guessing it's Aaravos tapping into his mind while he's in his dark magic fever dream. Or... perhaps not dreaming but still unconscious and just not able to physically wake up, you know.

And then!!! Really impressive magic. This being overlaid with Aaravos saying Claudia is "far more powerful" makes me think that Aaravos has taught her this higher level of magic skills, during the 2 year timeskip, and he's THAT confident because he knows what she can do now. He definitely knows he's taught her something big that we, the audience, don't know about, and perhaps that Viren doesn't know yet... I'm willing to bet he taught her magic that is all but forgotten otherwise, or just very rare!

And what kind of magic is she using? It's presumably Dark Magic, but unlike any we've seen before. The purple color also reminds me of the Star Primal, though it wouldn't make sense for her to use Star magic. It should be too difficult. At the same time, though, Aaravos is probably the one being in Xadia that could teach anyone Star magic, and the Star Arcanum does deal with teleporting... she looks like she's controlling the flow of the water at first, but in the last couple screencaps, it almost looks like it's coming out of nowhere.

I still theorize that Dark Magic connects to different Primal Sources, so I suppose it could technically be both, anyway. Less of a direct use of Primal Magic but still something unique that Aaravos taught her?

Also backing up just a second.

When they first revealed that Viren is still asleep, I worried he'd be asleep for the entire Season 5-- and I think that he's unconscious bodily while talking to Aaravos in his prison. However, in this Claudia-versus-water-dragon battle, Viren is awake!

Like in the screencap where you can see the water dragon swimming up, Viren and Sir Sparklepuff are sitting together on the boat. In the shot immediately after, it seems to be the same scene, and Viren is sitting up. Then we can also see Viren and Terry hiding behind some rocks right before Claudia fights, lmao.

And...

God, the "poof" is great x)

But actually, I think the line where he starts with mocking/teasing/however you interpret it about Viren having a few hours left to live might ultimately end up going before him explaining that he's about to be freed and Claudia's coming? I think Viren is unconscious there because of the apparition, but also because otherwise, Aaravos is just giving unnecessary info. And trailers put scenes and lines out of order, it's a thing that always happens. The Claudia-dragon battle is probably not in the same timeframe at all, but Aaravos narrating about Claudia's strength over it means something-- perhaps even that him saying that makes Viren think of that moment, since Viren clearly was awake and watching Claudia fight the dragon.

Also Aaravos's humor here doesn't strike me as mocking, personally... like the caption I saw was describing him as "mischievous", and that makes sense. Like if he's saying that, and then about to go into talking about how he's about to get released anyway and there's really nothing to worry about, it's sort of like a silly/dismissive joke.

Anyway, moving on--

Still crying because when I wrote about Claudia holding unconscious-Viren's hand in a fanfic, I didn't expect it to be canon, but it sure is! God, my heart,,

Also I think this diving scene must be from Viren's dream (he is wearing his Katolis clothing), but ouch!

Also in his dream, he was running past some doors and reaching, and then we have the part from the stills, and here he's reaching for Claudia-- and it reminds me of in early Season 4, when he talks about how he doesn't know if he wants to keep chasing after things. And the dream is reflecting that.

Does he feel like he's losing Claudia, or going to lose her, too? Why is she drowning?

(Then again, Claudia hints at feeling like she's drowning, in Lost Child, and of course water is just the big theme of the season... but I wonder what the personal significance is to Viren, if there is any, unless his brain just brought that imagery because they're on a boat?)

Also the quote Callum says, that they teased when they announced the trailer-- it sounds like poetry, almost prophetic. I wonder if they find that in a book, and Callum is reading the quote.

Anyway... I know I only have magefam and Aaravos thoughts in my head 24/7, so that's all u-u I have no idea what's going on for the rest of it, and no guesses there either, lmao, but that's okay, I know what I'm watching the show for :P

#tdp #the dragon prince #predictions #i guess?? #my predictions based on the trailer #viren #aaravos #claudia #i only have predictions about them sorry #my posts

[demigodofhoolemere]

So, uh… in “theory”, what the heck does one do if they find their posts (and the posts of others) reposted onto another website? And it’s not just a case of a popular post getting screenshotted and breaking containment on Pinterest or something, these are outright the pictures you yourself posted, usually with the captions you yourself wrote, put up by someone else on Instagram as if they were theirs with absolutely no credit to the people who originally made them.

Story time under the cut…

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I’ve been sitting on this for about a month feeling like I’m losing my mind and not quite being able to tell whether I’m overreacting or not, but it’s all been incredibly bizarre. I happened upon this person completely by coincidence — I got a Classic Who post recommended to me, then checked out the person it came from because I’m always happy to find another Classic Who page to follow (and because their url is even lifted from a tumblr user, I thought it may have been them at first so I was curious), and lo and behold as I scroll down their stuff I find myself looking at… me. Repeatedly. Like, a rather surprising amount of my own posts. Then I noticed there was quite a bit of @junkyardbluebox as well (whose url is the one being used), and a fair few @unwillingadventurer, along with other posts that I’ve seen before but couldn’t tell you who made them.

I commented on one of the posts that was my own, saying that some of these were mine and that I recognized others, and calmly asked out of curiosity why the reposting without credit to any of us. I don’t remember my exact wording anymore but it was very polite, like “can I please ask” levels of polite, nothing that should have come across as being judgmental or upset, because for all I knew maybe this person just genuinely didn’t understand that it’s generally frowned upon to repost other people’s things as your own and I didn’t want to be rude at all. I wish I had taken a screenshot, but I wasn’t exactly anticipating that they would straight up delete my comment.

Since then there’s been a strange rollercoaster of this person adding a bunch of new posts as if to bury the stolen ones, then proceeding to repost our stuff again anyway, then hiding and unhiding and rehiding so, so many of their posts over and over (and in the words of another thing I keep seeing on Instagram lately — I wasn’t aware that was something a person could do), like they can’t decide what they want their page to look like.

Every time the stolen posts got hidden I would think maybe they’ve decided against taking other people’s things and I could leave it alone, but they’d inevitably come back, and there continue to be more new posts taken from Classic Who fandom tumblr users. I drew a line when I saw that they had begun posting screen recordings of gifsets made by @stephadoo and decided to try saying something again, this time making sure I had evidence, which is good because this got deleted, too:

I feel like I bordered into being rude here (probably not, but I felt like it, anyway), but it was one thing to repost pictures that aren’t technically mine because they’re episode screencaps and another to repost gifs that someone actually worked on making themselves. They did end up deleting the gifs (unless they’re just hidden like everything else keeps being, which is always a possibility), but plenty of other stuff is still there — at one point there had been more junkyardbluebox than anyone else, but at the current moment most of those are deleted or hidden, so as I write this most of the copied posts, at least the ones that I recognize, are mine — and they actually reposted a few more of my things immediately after deleting this comment. Everything remains creditless.

Again, part of me feels like I’m completely overreacting to this, but it is weird as heck to see your own posts on somebody else’s page as if they made them, many of them still with your own specific captions — my favorite being some rather detailed thoughts on One and Katarina while watching The Daleks' Master Plan, presented as if those were their thoughts while watching it, and I’m sitting here like

This is one of the weirdest things that’s ever happened to me and I genuinely have no idea what to do about this, if anything at all (if nothing else I want to get this craziness out of my system!). I don’t want this person to get dog-piled or bullied, but I also think people should know their things are being posted on another platform as someone else’s without any credit — and more than that, by deleting my comments about it it gives the impression that this person doesn’t want evidence to exist that these posts are not theirs, and they deliberately choose to continue not giving credit after being politely asked twice.

For the sake of providing evidence in case these things get hidden again, screenshots of my stuff below…

~~~~~~~~~~

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/700433192597028864/glad-that-theres-at-least-brief-footage-of-vicki

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/700404679746764800/tfw-your-parents-are-arguing-about-directions

Altered caption on that one. Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/700412381217619968/vicki-in-the-romans

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/700429807985573888/some-cute-vicki

Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/700429815806869504/vicki-and-her-little-pigtails-appreciation

Part of my caption removed. Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/719464306990792704/scene-i-want-to-see-recovered-2000-the-doctor

Altered caption; this was my birthday post for Carole Ann Ford. Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/720272520217067520/happy-birthday-carole-ann-ford

Could not believe that that entire caption was still there. Original post: https://www.tumblr.com/demigodofhoolemere/720432553596715008/watching-the-first-few-episodes-of-the-daleks

Continued in reblogs.

#i have been having a very weird time #there’s every chance the reposter will see this and if you do i’m sorry for calling you out #but if you’re not going to stop and you’re not going to start giving credits then the people you’re taking from should know #classic who #reposting

[mlmxreader]

Best Boyfriend | Corinthian x m!reader

Anonymous asked: "Is that all I am to you?" Corinthian x Reader

I got nothing else other than its the corinthian saying "Is all that I am to you?"

You out here doing the (Dream) Lord's work thank you :)

summary: the Corinthian is a surprisingly good boyfriend, but he’s still a massive tease, even if he makes up for it. 

tws: swearing, smoking, mentions of violence and murder

word count: 1007

Corinthian saw it seconds before he walked through the door, plastered on your social media and making him grumble a little as he tried not to smile; sure he could knew fucking anyone could see it, anyone could bring it to Dream’s attention, or to another collector’s, and they could exploit his weakness for you… but it still made him smile when he saw it. It was only simple, just a picture of you and him that you had taken on your most recent date and with the caption “best boyfriend, always spoiling me” with a couple of green heart emojis, but it was enough to remind him that you weren’t shy about admitting that you were his, and only his - that alone was enough to make him smile, but as he hung his jacket up by the door and he kicked his shoes off, he stuffed his phone into his pocket, and made his way through to the kitchen. His perfectly mortal boyfriend, and you were sat there, up on the counter with your legs spread, smoking a cigarette and blasting out some Sabaton songs; he was pretty sure that this one was ‘Midway’, although he wasn’t entirely sure. 

“Is that all I am to you?” He asked, a slight teasing in his voice as he came to stand between your legs, his hands on your thighs as he let you place the cigarette between his lips so he could steal a drag or two. 

You chuckled, running a hand through his hair and doing your best not to simply burst out laughing. “You saw it?”

“I saw it,” he nodded. “You know, you could’ve chosen one of the better ones we took.” 

You shook your head. “I like that one, though.” 

Of course you did, of course you liked the picture that was probably the worst of the bunch that you had taken that day, humans were always so oddly drawn to things that weren’t perfect; but that picture, he did have to admit that it was his least favourite of the bunch. Slightly blurry and a little bit fuzzy. All he had done was taken you out shopping and gotten you a very fine ring with an engraved ‘C’ on it, just a little extra step to show the world that you were his boyfriend, but you had decided to take a picture when he was too busy kissing and biting at your neck to hold still, the ring more than visible from the angle. Still, he smiled, but when you let out a loud yawn, he growled softly. 

“How long have you been awake?”

“I wanted to wait up for you,” you shrugged. “Sue me.” 

Corinthian grumbled, never really liking the fact that you would try and wait up for him when he was out on the hunt, getting a new victim to torture and maim simply because he found it the slightest bit enriching; but then, he could almost certainly understand why. When he lied down beside you while you slept, you never experienced any nightmares - not even ones that were somewhat mundane in nature - as he was always there; lingering in the back of your mind and just out of reach as he stood guard, making sure that any nightmare who so much as looked at you was put back in their place. Under his protection, no nightmares could ever come for you again, not even the one about being caught in just your boxers at the local corner shop with nothing to cover yourself with. Under his protection, Corinthian ensured that nobody and nothing would ever touch you, would ever make you feel pain or fear, again. You were his, and only his. He would fight tooth and nail for you. 

“You should rest,” he told you, shaking his head. “It’s not good for you to stay up like this so much.” 

You shook your head, waiting for him to finish the cigarette before you put your arms around him and pulled yourself as close as you could, letting him place his hands at your lower back as he held you so fucking tightly. “But I like being here when you get home. You know that.” 

“That doesn’t mean it’s any good for you, puppy,” he hummed. “You’re only mortal.” 

“Will you at least come to bed with me?” You asked. “And stay with me?”

Corinthian nodded, stepping away so that you could get down from the counter, following you with his hand on your lower back as you headed to the bedroom; but while you got changed into your pyjamas, all he did was take off his grey long sleeved shirt and his trousers, tossing them into the washing basket before he got under the duvet. The second you were close enough, he grabbed you, and pulled you so close that you couldn’t help but to let out a yelp of surprise; you soon settled, though, snuggling into him and humming softly at how warm he was. He was always so warm when he came back from collecting, and he always managed to smell of vanilla, too. 

“Will you stay?” You asked. 

“Why wouldn’t I?” He replied softly, running his hand up and down your bicep gently. 

You shrugged, squirming into his embrace a little more. “I dunno… maybe you’ll find a guy who’s smarter. More handsome. Better… maybe you’ll find someone you really, really wanna kill.”

Corinthian sighed, shaking his head as he dared to press a kiss to your temple. “If I wanted to kill someone that badly, I’d probably bring you along with me.” 

“Why’s that?” You could feel your eyes started to drift shut as your breathing became more gentle and calmer. 

“Because it would be Boris Johnson,” he pointed out. “And if what you’ve said when he’s on the news in any indication - you really want to kill that fucker. More than I do.” 

“See?” You laughed softly, shaking your head. “You know me so well - I’d say that makes you the best boyfriend.” 

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[bobathirstaccount]

AU - Business Trip Pt 6

You meet the new sales exec at a company offsite…

Boba x fem!reader, smut, weed smoking

***

Your friend text you during one of your 15 minute breaks in your workday. It was Wed, right before virtual All Hands - West Coast. You clicked into her text message.

-girl i know you’re gonna c it so imma lyk… go to miss bp’s insta

Stomach dropping, you did so as fast as you could. You frowned. There was a new photo of her and Boba. You read the caption, “work date ♥️”

Ugh, you thought. You text back.

-ok well they aren’t touching. So i guess she’s helping w new client?

But you didn’t feel as even keeled as your text sounded. You went back to study the photo, scolding yourself for doing so. They appeared to be in a house. You wondered whose, mood souring further. You zoomed in, feeling insane but doing it anyway. Yes, you thought you’d seen it. A bottle of wine was just visible on the left side of the photo, on a table. So, booze was involved. Work date. Work… date. Date. You signed in to All Hands, but didn’t pay attention.

***

After work, you settled into your sofa and pulled up the damn Instagram post again. It was still there, mocking you as you scrutinized it for more details. Miss BP was wearing casual clothing, very casual, you thought. She was wearing a sports bra and zip up workout top, with the zipper decidedly not zipped. Annoyed, you text your friend.

-what should i do?

-abt the pic? nothing, just wait until 2morrow.. you c him tomorrow night right?

This was true. You frowned and text back.

-yeah. But should i text him tonight?

-NO

-let him txt u tomorrow

-then NEVER bring it up… itd be super weird if u did

-fml

-ur gonna be ok. Remind him why he’s seeing U

-but what if he’s not just seeming me?

-trust me she aint got shit on you

You smiled at her compliment, but decided to go rogue against her advice. You took a shower to feel at your best, then grabbed some lingerie Boba hadn’t seen yet. An ex had gotten it for you. Was that weird? No, you decided. You slipped into it and spent 45 minutes posing in front of your full length bedroom mirror.

Finally you had it. The Perfect Shot. You edited it to enhance the Vibes it was giving. Sending it, you sat back and waited.

And waited. You started to feel a little silly. Pulling on some comfy pjs, you made a hot beverage and got into bed. You put on a movie and fell asleep to it.

***

You woke up to a block of texts from Boba. Hurriedly, you read, then reread them.

-that’s a nice little number u got on 👀

-but i think id like to take it off. If u know what i mean

-im so drunk. Accidentaly drank too much. Laying down on a couch

-cant wait 2 c u tomorrow

You smiled, but wondered where he was laying on a couch and who he’d been drinking with. You tried to put it out of your mind, but it stuck with you all through your workday. At lunch, you gave in and text him back.

-glad u liked it. Who’s boozing u up?

Was that too direct? Oh well. It was too late now. You ate your lunch and got back to work. With an hour of work left, you checked your phone. He had text back.

-work mtg w a few coworkers. One of them brought So Much wine🍷♾ After work we all tried 2 relax and relaxed too much. I slept on a couch lol haven’t done that in a long time 🤷

You thought of the wine bottle in Miss BP’s Instagram post. Dammit. You tried to respond back cheerfully.

-lol. Hope you slept alright. Don’t let anyone take advantage of you

-never. C u soon… i drive a green bentley. U sure u dont want me to come up + get you? 😎

You smiled. How gentlemanly.

-nah i just got 1 bag… i’ll meet u @ front of my complex

-ok. Can’t wait to c u 🤤

You grinned. You decided to stop work a little early to change your outfit. You had already dressed for the evening, but decided to dress Very Casually like Miss BP had at the “work meeting.”

You closed your laptop and went to your closet. You stood in front of it for a moment before going to your dresser. Here, you pulled out a bandeau top and a loose fitting tank top to go over it. It revealed just enough to be Exciting. Then you added a nice pair of fitted jeans and some casual sandals. Okay, you thought. This works.

***

-im here. I found parking right in front lol take ur time i have a work email im finishing up

Always working, you thought. But then again, that’s why he drove a Bentley. You were ready, so you wasted no time and went down. You saw his Very Nice, shiny car and sidled up to it, feeling a bit silly. He got out of his car and jogged around it to greet you.


“Hi, baby,” he kissed your cheek as he embraced you. You hugged him back and enjoyed the light smooch. He pulled back, “C’mon, get in; I’m almost done with this dumb email and then we can take off.” Boba opened the passenger side door for you. You got in, smelling the Expensiveness of the car immediately. You looked around as he got back in and picked up his phone.

The interior was immaculate. You looked back to Boba. He was engrossed in his email, furiously typing out a response.

You looked around the car again. That’s when you noticed it. In the backseat, there was a black bag with white lettering. CHANEL. It confronted you. Surprised, you turned around, pretending to not have seen it.


“You saw it, go ahead and look. I’m almost done, I promise. I wanted to get you something nice for this weekend; hope you like it.”

You gulped and grabbed the bag. Pulling the tissue paper out of the way, your eyes got wide as you pulled out the item. It was a classic Chanel bag. Your mouth dropped open.

“Do you like it?” He was still typing.

“Do I like it,” you laughed in disbelief, “of course, it’s gorgeous and… and… you shouldn’t have.”

”I absolutely should have. I also got you something else, but it’s smaller.” He continued to type.

You searched the shopping bag and found a smaller bag at the bottom. This one was white with delicate lettering on it. Van Cleef & Arpels. Holy SHIT, you thought. You tore through the packaging to the box inside. Carefully opening it, you were confronted with a traditional style bracelet. It had green stones inlaid in it. Of course, you thought, smiling. He had a thing for green.

“Wow, I love it… the green stones are so unique,” you slipped it onto your wrist and fastened it. Holding your arm out, you admired it.


“Okay, done!” He put his phone in the center console. “Looks good on you. Okay, let’s get going…” He put the car in drive and you were off.


***

-omg bitch i’m in a bentley.and he got me GIFTS. Like, expensive

You typed hurriedly while you were stopped at a gas station. Boba was inside searching for the type of drink you liked while he grabbed some chips for himself.

-tell me E V E R Y T H I N G

-ok ok so. He got me a chanel bag and van cleef & arpels bracelet. And he drives a bentley

-omfg sned me a pic asap!!!

You snapped a few quick photos of your newly gotten goods and sent them off. You received a flurry of texts in response.

-bitch what!!

-look at all that loot

-daddy likes u

-♥️ the bag obvi

You were laughing as Boba got back in the car. “What’s so funny?”

“Oh,” you tried to compose yourself a bit, “My friend -the one you met at the offsite, Vodka Girl- she likes the bag you got me.”

“Ohh, already gossiping. How am I rating so far?”

”Very good,” you said smugly, leaning over to kiss him. He grabbed your hand and held it as you smooched.

“Good,” he pulled away and you settled back into the passenger seat. Time to drive again. You put your phone aside so you could continue the conversation you and Boba were having.

***

You were gently shaken awake. “Huh, omigosh did I fall asleep?” You slurred. You heard Boba laugh as you came to your senses, “Yeah, just for like the last half hour. You were so peaceful I couldn’t wake you. But, we’re here now.”

You sat up and looked out of the car windshield, curious. You were parked in front of a very charming bed & breakfast. The cute little sign read, “Bodega Bay B&B.” It was carefully hand painted. You smiled, taken by the place immediately.

“Is this quaint or what?” Boba asked, his hand finding your thigh. Turning to him, you smiled, “So cute. I can’t wait to see how it looks on the inside.”

”Well, let’s check in and find out.” He grabbed your small overnight bag from the back seat.

***

“Baby, it’s lovely,” you commented as you twirled around in the middle of your suite. It had its own bathroom and a wonderful view of the ocean, with a little balcony just big enough for two chairs. Boba smiled, “Not as lovely as you.”

You walked over to him and jumped into his arms.

“So, princess… what’re we gonna do now? I have reservations for us for dinner, but that’s 45 minutes from now, and it’s basically across the street.”

“Hmm… whatever will we get up to?” You pulled your tank top off and tossed it aside.

“Hm, nice top…” He kissed your collarbone. Your heart fluttered as he tossed you down on the bed. Crawling in on top of you, he commented, “I have a few ideas what we can do…” He unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the zipper down slowly. “Like… I could fuck you senseless again,” his voice was a rough purr now.

Pulling your jeans off, he rubbed his erection into your panties. “Hmm, can’t wait,” he purred softly. You were becoming desperate for him. Trying to play it down a bit, you coyly pulled your bandeau top off. He watched, eyes hooded with desire.

“Nice show, princess,” Boba growled, pulling his sweatpants down. He quickly pulled your panties to the side. Sliding his fingers into your wet folds, he purred, “You need some attention… well I’m gonna give it to you.” He rubbed into you but didn’t penetrate you. You squirmed, whining softly, wanting more.

“All in due time, princess,” he drawled, taking his time. With his other hand, he pumped himself several times. Slowly, he shifted his weight so he could kiss you. Lining his hips up with yours, he slid his cock up your thigh and in between your legs. He lightly rutted into your wetness while he kissed you hard.

Begging for more, you scratched down his back with both hands. “Keep begging, princess, it suits you.” He fended you off, holding your hands above your head with one hand. The other he used to prop himself up on his elbow, so he could kiss you again. While you two kissed like your lives depended on it, he thrust into you swiftly. Moaning, you bucked your hips involuntarily.

Fucking you slowly, he purred, “Beg some more… tell me how you want it.”

Delirious, you moaned his name instead. He smiled mischievously, “Hmm, yes?” He started to fuck you harder, still holding your arms above your head. You struggled lightly against him for the thrill. He held you in place and fucked you harder, “Where you think you’re going?”

Arching your back, you pleaded, “Hold me down and fuck me until I scream.” Boba growled and flipped you over. Pulling your legs apart, he laid over you and rubbed into you for a moment. His cock kept sliding right around the right spot, driving you crazy. You tried to buck your hips, but he held you in place. Groaning, he used a knee to spread one leg wider. “Now I’m gonna make you scream,” he said darkly. You felt him slide inside slowly. Whining, you reached for his hip with one hand, “Harder.”

Boba grunted and abruptly started fucking you just the way you’d asked. “You like this, princess? You’re so bad,” he pumped into you, “You’re so good at being bad.”

As he fucked you, one of his hands wiggled under your chest to grab you. Squeezing, he moaned, “You feel amazing, spread your legs for me…” You did as he commanded, feeling him fuck you deeper. The rhythmic pace took you over the edge. Squirming under him, you gasped and moaned. “That’s it princess, tell me how good it feels when I make you cum.”

In an unladylike tone, you begged for his cock, harder. “Fuck you’re so bad…” He slammed into you as you came hard, going limp in your extremities as your pussy spasmed on his shaft.

“Fuck, I wish I could cum in you,” He muttered, grabbing you by the throat. He gave a few more savage fucks before pulling out, groaning and shaking. Rolling off, he pulled you against him. You both laid there, feeling a bit dazed. You grabbed his hand and held it. He squeezed your hand twice.

***

“Wake up, princess, if you wanna go to dinner.” Your arm was being gently rubbed. You felt a kiss on your temple. You cracked an eye open.

“How much time we have?” You murmured, wanting five more minutes of glorious sleep.

“Oh, say 10 minutes.”

Your eyes flew open.

“Shit! I gotta shower, and makeup, and my hair, well, that’s a mess —“

He put a finger over your lips.

“Shh. No stressing allowed. It’s super casual. We can also Grubhub something if you don’t wanna get out of bed.”

You considered for a few more seconds, enjoying the feeling of the soft comforter on the bed.

“Let’s go! But I do need to shower - I’ll be real fast!” You sat up slowly.

“We don’t have to go, I’m more interested in just spending time with you doing what you want.”

Smiling softly, you snuggled into him. “I wanna see what you have planned. Lemme hurry.” You pecked a kiss on his lips and leapt up.

Turning on the shower, you called, “Hey, pick out one of the two dresses I brought.”

”Okay, uh, I just… go through your stuff?” He sounded astonished.

”What do you think you’re gonna find in there?” You laughed, jumping under the water. It was hot. Delicious. You quickly sudsed up and rinsed. Stepping out carefully, you grabbed a towel and went into the bedroom. You grinned crookedly. He was holding your underwear in his hands. “Uh, I got distracted. I like these ones, by the way,” he held up the crotchless black undies you’d gotten specifically for this trip.

“Oh those; those are for dinner tonight. Thanks for finding them.” You took them from him and slipped them on. Standing there, you put your hands on your hips. “Well, which dress?”

”You sure.. you uh, need anything else?” He teased as he turned back to your weekend bag. Rifling through it, he found the strappy black dress first. “Oh, definitely this one,” he offered it to you.

You shimmied into it and found the correct pair of shoes. Putting some moisturizer on, you turned to him. “Okay, let’s go.”

”With a minute to spare!” He teased, laughing. He offered his arm. You took it, feeling shy and sexy at the same time.

“One thing, though; how do you think I’m supposed to focus during dinner, knowing you’re wearing those panties?”

***

You couldn’t stop laughing on the short walk back to the B&B. Stoned and very horny, you kept grabbing for his belt while you walked. He good naturedly kept you at bay, but under his breath he was murmuring a string of dirty promises to you.

“Once we get back to our room, I swear I’m gonna — Oh, hi, good evening, yes she’s fine she’s just… tired,“ he interrupted himself to talk to a well meaning couple heading the other way. They nodded and headed off, arm in arm as well.

“Anyway, I’m gonna spoil you with some online shopping and then I’m gonna turn the lights off and make you and the bed shake.”

You murmured in excitement, still going after his pants. He laughed, “Last time we vape at dinner. Next time we sit inside. I shoulda known you’d be so bad, though, what was I thinking.”

“You love it,” you exclaimed, letting him guide you down the driveway to the B&B entrance. “I do,” he said softly, making sure you didn’t walk off the gravel and into the shrubbery.

“Where’d these bushes come from?” You complained.

“Oh, they must’ve just planted them,” he said seriously.

“Stop it! You’re making fun of me,” you giggled as you reached the front of the door. “Okay, shhh, we’re entering a domicile,” you teased. Boba laughed softly, “I’ll do my best.”

He ended up carrying you up the stairs as you couldn’t quite seem to get the hang of them at the moment. Setting you down in front of the door to your suite, he fished for the metal key in his pocket.

“So cool,” you murmured, as he unlocked the door. You breezed inside as he followed.

“Okay, so what was this about shopping?” You asked gleefully.

“Well,” he sat on the little couch and motioned to you to join him, “I wanted to buy you a dress to go with that bag, but I didn’t know what you would like. So let’s pick one out together. Where do you wanna look first?”

***

An hour later you had spent just under $3,000.00 on two dresses and a couple accessories Boba insisted on. As he used Apple Pay to finalize everything, you casually pulled out your phone to text your friend.

-omg girl.. he just dropped $3k on some stuff for me… it was HIS idea btw

She text back after a few seconds.

-omfg!!! 😏 daddy liiiiikes you 💘

-stop calling him that lol

-noooo. Omg. Do you have a bf?

-idk… we havent really talked abt that

You looked over at him shyly. He was sipping a glass of water calmly, waiting for you to finish. You put your phone away.

“So. What was this about turning the lights off…” you asked coyly.

***

-ok. Keep it casual rn… but totally let him spoil u tho

-hey r u still there?

-r u two fing rn?

-lol bet

-kk niiight 😘

You awoke to a string of texts from your bestie. You read them quickly while you were snuggled against a still sleeping Boba. Texting back, you wondered what Boba had in store for today.

-gm babe ☀️so i just had the Night Of My Life last night

-he’s crazy in bed lol

You stopped yourself from oversharing. Putting your phone aside, you rolled over and cuddled into Boba’s sleeping form. He grumbled lightly, but ended up snoring slightly as he settled down again.

Boba’s phone rang. He grumbled, “Who’s there?”

Laughing softly, you whispered, “It’s your phone.”

As it continued ringing loudly, he reached for it, complaining, “Who would call me like this.” He shook his head as he put the phone down, letting it ring. He sighed, “It’s only 7:30 in the morning and people are calling me about work.”

You wondered somewhat irrationally if it was Miss Beauty Pageant as Boba continued, “It’s Melissa… you met her at the offsite.”

Your eyes flew all the way open. Miss BP! Boba continued talking. “She’s super helpful, but I don’t know what’s so important she has to call me this early. Anyway now that we’re both awake, wanna see about breakfast?”

”O-okay,” you were stewing on Miss BP’s phone call.

“Mmm okay, let me get dressed and I’ll go see.” He sat up and stretched, looking good in the morning light. “Okay, I’m going now,” he coached himself into getting out of bed. “Omigosh, this carpet is really nice though,” he commented as he grabbed his pants.

You watched as he closed the door behind himself. Then you rolled over, and, fluffing your pillow, text your friend again.

-miss bp just called him! He didnt answer

She appeared to not be awake yet, as you got no response. You continued texting her anyway.

-what do u think it means?

The door opened and you heard Boba’s warm purr, “Breakfast is gonna be up shortly.” He jumped into bed, “Better get dressed. That sucks for me, but I guess I can always just undress you afterwards.”

You laughed softly as you sat up and stretched slowly. “Pick me out an outfit?” You asked, sleepy.

He got up and went through your bag again. He pulled out a cute little number you’d grabbed as a last minute thought.

“How about this? I like the color.” He offered it to you.

“‘Kay,” you slipped into it and went and laid on the couch. After a minute, there was a knock at the door. Food! You thought. You got up and sat like an adult at the small breakfast table as Boba answered the door.

***

You had ended up sitting outside for dinner again. As you rehashed the day with him, Boba offered you the vape pen again. “I’ll just supervise you this time,” he teased, winking at you.

Flustered by his flirting, you took a hit. Passing it back to him, you answered his question, “Okay, so my favorite part of the day. Gotta be… seeing the schoolhouse from The Birds.”

”Really? Cool. We could watch it tonight when we get back to our room.”

You smiled wickedly. “Sure, ‘watch,’” you intoned. He grinned and shrugged. Just as he was about to say something, his cell rang.

“Oh shit, that’s CEO ring tone… let me see if there’s an emergency.” You nodded and sat back, vaping while he answered his phone.

“Hi. Oh, okay. I will. Okay, bye.” He hung up, saying, “I need to check my work email. I paused notifications for our trip. But we have a potential lead, so I need to respond to some questions really fast.”

You mmhmmed at him and vaped some more while he read the email and started typing. “Hm, I need some research for one question. Hold on, one more thing I just need to call someone to do it for me.”

You laughed, “Must be nice.”

He stuck his tongue out at you as he placed his call. You were busy smiling as he said, “Hi, Melissa.”

Your eyes widened as you tried to casually sip your drink. Why’d he have to call her, of all people? You couldn’t help yourself… you casually eavesdropped as you vaped.

“So, I just forwarded you an email. I need some help with question 3, do you have bandwidth right now? I know it’s the weekend…”

He leaned back in his seat, “Okay, thanks. … Hmmm, no ….. Oh. Cool. Yeah we could meet up. Okay, bye.”

You nervously sipped your drink again.
“What’s wrong?” He sounded concerned. “Sorry I had to work.”

“Oh, it’s fine. I totally get it. That’s why you make the big bucks,” you joked.


He tilted his head, “Then what is it?”

”Oh, nothing,” you lied, hitting the vape pen to stall for time. “I’m just hungry.”

He let it go, but didn’t looked convinced. You handed him the pen, “Here, take this before I vape myself under the table again.”

He laughed, “Kay. But you were so cute.”

Feeling shy, you smiled. Suddenly the waiter was there with your appetizers. You sat back as they were placed in front of you.

Time to Let It Go, you forced yourself to focus on the meal and company at hand. Life was good today.

#boba x reader #boba fett x reader #boba smut #boba fett smut #boba fett x female reader #modern au #long fic #long reads #reader insert #au fic #boba fett fanfiction #boba fett fic #boba fett fluff

[aelswiths]

Hands down, the STUPIDEST thing I’ve ever written. This WILL be posted on ao3.

Inspired by this post

For @jeynepoole and @aadmelioraa

She’d been aimlessly scrolling through her social media when the notification popped up. Usually Aethelflaed would ignore her ex’s instagram stories, not just because he was her ex but mainly because Aethelred always posted the most absurd things, but she’d accidentally clicked on it while scrolling and was now faced with the most absurd, and slightly terrifying post she’d ever seen from him.

The caption had “#Couple goals 🥺” tilted across the screen, covering an image of Aethelred in what very much looked like blood. It was hard to tell given the angle of the photo, Aethelred was truly terrible at taking selfies, but what popped out the most to Aethelflaed was the other person on the screen.

It was definitely Aldhelm, but he was slumped on the floor in a strange position. One hand pressed against his abdomen, the other thrown up in what looked like a pathetic attempt at a peace sign. Probably at Aethelred’s request, she thought wryly. But the longer she looked at her screen the more it became obvious that he seemed rather uncomfortable. It was probably the fact that Aethelred had forced him to also cover himself in fake blood, why Aldhelm put up with Aethelred was a mystery to her, and would probably remain so till the day she died.

But the longer she looked at the photo, the more she started to believe that perhaps something was wrong. Aldhelm didn’t just look uncomfortable, he looked as if he were in pain, and it almost seemed as if his eyes were screaming “Please help me.”

Before she realized what she was doing, Aethelflaed had opened her contacts list and dialed Aethelred’s number. She waited for what seemed like an hour for him to pick up.

“Aethelflaed!” He answered, his voice sounding as if he was incredibly pleased himself “I knew you’d reach out once you’d seen my post! Feeling jealous?”

She immediately regretted feeling any concern.

“Please don’t tell me you’ve had Aldhelm fake a severe injury in some twisted attempt to get my attention.” She asked with barely concealed venom.

“Well it worked didn’t it?” He responded, sounding rather miffed at her annoyance. “And it isn’t fake, it’s very real. Our date…went in an interesting direction.”

“What on earth do you mean?” She asked, alarm rising in her once more. “Don’t tell me he’s actually bleeding?!”

“Oh don’t be dramatic, it’s not that bad. He’s fine. You’re fine, aren’t you Aldhelm?”

Straining Aethelflaed could hear a pained muffled sound she assumed was coming from Aldhelm, which did nothing to reassure her that all was well.

“Aethelred, I think you should take Aldhelm to a hospital.” She said in the calmest voice she could muster.

“Aethelflaed, I can assure you he is perfectly fine.”

“He’s INJURED.”

“He’s VIBING.”

“Aethelred, he’s bleeding out! He’s in physical pain! He needs a doctor!”

“V-I-B-I-N-G, Aethelflaed, vibing. SOME OF US actually know how to VIBE.”

“Where are you?”

“Why?” He asked, his tone immediately suspicious. “I’m not telling you, we’re having a perfectly lovely time and you would ruin it.”

“Aethelred please —“

Her phone clicked, the call ending abruptly on her.

Aethelflaed sat there staring at her phone, mind racing. Should she call the police? It would be the sensible thing to do, but what could she say? Oh, my ex made a post on instagram featuring his new partner, but it looks like my ex stabbed him and I’m very worried that he’s bleeding out. That would go over quite well, she thought sarcastically, and by the time they actually believed her Aldhelm could very well be dead.

No, the police were out of the question, so what next? She contemplated for a moment, biting her lip while staring into space. If only she could track Aethelred’s IPhone then maybe — wait, Aethelred was god awful with technology. She had had to set up his phone. Aethelred had tried and lost patience within ten minutes, had almost thrown it out until she had offered to take over for him, and while she’d been setting it up she had also allowed her phone to have access to his location. At the time it was purely to see if he was actually cheating on her, but if she still had access…

Aethelflaed unlocked her phone, scrolled through her apps looking for the one that said ”Find My”. She searched for about a minute, cursing the entire time that she’d rearranged her Home Screen, until she finally located the one she needed and opened it, and there it was. Aethelred’s location. Thank god the man was so oblivious, she thought, while rushing to get her shoes and car keys.

—

After making three wrong left hand turns and getting stuck in two one way roads, Aethelflaed finally pulled into the area where Siri tells her Aethelred’s phone is located.

She turned her car off, grabbed her phone, and immediately started to search.

“Aldhelm?” She uncertainly called. Aethelflaed suddenly felt rather foolish, just because Aethelred’s phone was here didn’t mean that Aldhelm was.

Fuck, she thought, bascially back at square one.

Regardless, it was the best lead she had. And at the very least she could try and find Aethelred and get him to tell her where he left Aldhelm. With a plan in mind, she brought up Aethelred’s location on her phone again and began to walk around until it looked like she was going in a direction that brought her closer to it.

As she went along she tried to find any sign of blood, hoping for some indication that she really was in the right location. She hoped for Aldhelm’s sake she was.

—

“Shit,” Aethelflaed spat out, she’d gone to far right and was now going away from Aethelred’s phone. She turned and began walking left, stupid she thought as she checked her phone, so stupid. I should’ve just called the police. But no, I had to go in person. So stupid —

She stopped, there were voices. One that sounded very much like Aethelred’s. She turned, going towards until she finally found her quarry.

Aldhelm was still slumped on the ground, looking rather pale, with Aethelred crouched in front of him looking rather less confident than he had sounded on their phone call. They both turned upon hearing her.

“What.” was all Aethelred could get out, he looked beyond shocked to see her.

“You’re an idiot.” Was all Aethelflaed could muster. “Get out of the way. Aldhelm, are you alright?” She asked and she crouched down next to him.

“I’m doing alright, all things considered —“

“He’s FINE.” Aethelred said, “He’s just vibing, he’ll get up when he feels like it.”

Aethelflaed just glared at him before returning her attention to Aldhelm.

“I’m taking you to a hospital.”

Out of the corner of her eye she could see Aethelred beginning to open his mouth. “This isn’t up for debate, Aethelred! It’s happening so do everyone a favour and be quiet.”

Aethelred closed his mouth abruptly, scowling.

“Fine.”

“Good, now help me get him to the car.”

While making a very dramatic show of his reluctance to do so, he helped Aldhelm get to his feet, and they began the slow journey back to Aethelflaed’s car.

——

Once Aldhelm had been comfortably situated in the back seat of her car, Aethelred had distracted himself with his phone. Aethelflaed, deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth, got into her car, locked the doors, located the nearest hospital, and took off, leaving a shouting Aethelred behind.

#sevenkingsmustdie #aldred #I’m as shocked as you guys are never would’ve anticipated aldred as my first fic #and yet…here we are #the last kingdom

[calypso-finale]

Fifty One. Part 3

So unsure of hugging him back, I did anyways. It’s been a while since we have hugged physically in which it wasn’t sexual, the hug was full of feeling and I liked it, he appreciated it and to feel that, I melted in his arms and he smells nice too “that is dope cake my bro” Kairo had to pipe up, he had to ruin the moment, moving back from the hug “thank you, I didn’t think I would be crying, I mean thug tears of course” my mom is smiling at me, I was just going to walk off but Oakley grabbed my arm “yeah?” I said looking behind me “I wanted to say thank you, this, what you did for me. Like it’s nothing, and really I didn’t care like I mean nobody did anything and the bros know if I say no, then I do but you did this, thank you” I waved him off “don’t be, I mean you will always be the father of my child and I want him to know we can get along anyways, also what is a birthday if you don’t blow candles out and also, I remember the cupcake and candle thing, I don’t think I will ever forget really” he looked at my wrist, I still have the cartier bracelet he got me. He swallowed hard “daddy, I want it” here comes Aziel, he probably wants cake now. Oakley picked him up, making my way to my mom. Rich hasn’t left, he is staying here until these boys go “who put the party hat on him?” I pointed “your son” he just said “you need to retire; you are old now. Mom let him retire” my mom looked at Rich “he told me to never do that to him, he said he would always protect me until his last breath and please, he isn’t old! He is a few years older then me but look how good he looks, how dare you” pulling a face “dad is a pensioner” my mom gasped “you really bad at maths ain’t you, dumbass so anyways, the bed better be made for me” I chuckled “yeah, as soon as I knew you was coming I made the bed because I know you like to complain, I have always got a spare room for you, I am shocked Imani let you go?” she always wants to come “I said no anyways because this is not about us having fun or time to just relax, I have shit to do. Like I want to know you’re ok, Imani just wants to have fun and she is going through a moment, so I told her but I didn’t invite her to this” letting out an oh “Imani is always going through a moment, I get why you don’t want her here” I mumbled “see my point, it was never to do with the fact I don’t trust you but as much as Imani is ok, she still has what she has and I want to always keep an eye on her, you know” nodding my head “I forget at times, she tries so hard to be ok” my mom smiled.

My mother is so sneaky, I am just checking Instagram and she has posted, no wonder she was smiling the way she was, she is always up to something. She told me his mom follows her, and she purposely did this to annoy her. She has posted a video of Oakley walking in at first, then a video of him seeing the cake and she captioned it family. Then she posted again of us hugging and put happy birthday, now what kind of rumours is she starting, I am flabbergasted. I think she is pissed off so when she is she will do the most and she will create shit to piss the person off but this, this will be on blogs. Looking over at my mom and she is speaking to Oakley, let me go to her and ask her what the hell and also what even is she saying to him, she is on something this woman now. Making my way over to them “am I missing on gossip?” I said “not gossip, just Oakley said tomorrow he doesn’t mind driving us to his mother’ home” looking at Oakley “do you know why she wants too?” I asked him “I think I am aware; I am not that slow really. I am not even allowed to go in, I have been banned” I pulled a face “banned from a house you bought” he shrugged “whatever right but erm, yeah. I can drop you off and pick you up” my mom cooed out “how nice of him” my mom just smirked at me, she is on some shit “but Oakley, you should you know get your house back” he shook his head “I can’t, I ain’t that kind of guy. Let them, they are childish and whatever” that is crazy, if we ever marry I will be kicking them nasty people out myself.

I wake up and my mom just finished her meeting with whatever, I don’t know who. Aziel is awake and is silently eating on my mother’ lap “so much peace?” I said “he’s being a good boy for me, we are doing meetings and breakfast aren’t we” he looked up at her “love you” she kissed his forehead “he woke me up, not even you. I was shocked, he just was knocking on my door” I laughed “I leave my door a little open for him to just come in but he acts like a grown man in this house, he climbs out of things. He slept in my bed and just got out, I got worried” my mom shook her head “he was knocking and knocking, and then I heard a little sigh, so I got up and opened the door and I saw his precious little face looking up at me, so I got out of bed and just did my thing, so I spoke to my people, my contacts. You did erm nothing wrong, they aren’t mad they just needed someone and that it came off as pushy but it wasn’t no issues or trouble, and that they would give warning prior to doing this so yeah, nothing wrong with Dior, I think erm in the long run you need backup, once he goes to school, with his dad potentially being busy you need to have a plan where if you need to go, you have someone to call and it can’t be friends, it can’t be family because you need to pretend they don’t exist. But you need someone where you call them, they can do it and that he is happy with, like Amerie. You don’t have to have a live in nanny, just there when you need because when he goes school, you can’t just up and move him, now you can” nodding my head “so we will look for that, modelling wise, you’re fine. So we are going to leave Aziel with Oakley and we will see that white bitch, if I whack her let me” the way my mom just said that so calmly and got up, like it was nothing “shall we have some juice” my mom is fighting, this is going to be interesting.

My mom and I sat in the back of the car, the windows are tinted so nobody can really see us in the back and also the car seat is already fitted in the front but then Rich couldn’t sit with us so he is behind us in a different car “I woke up to headlines” Oakley said “headlines?” my mom said like she doesn’t know “Rihanna in the trap” he laughed “hey, I can hang around anywhere but it’s not a birthday without cake, and it’s nice to see you out and light spirited, I am happy for you. You need to gain weight though” Oakley looked behind him “I am always skinny, I get it. I mean I will, I have that cake in the house. How long you going to be at my mom home?” he’s too nice to say mom home “as long as I can until she knows to not ever speak on my daughter again” Oakley cringed “I erm, I don’t agree with what happened, I was pissed off and that is why I am banned, she is going to say a lot about me too so yeah, she is a good manipulator too, she is good for others but not her own and I realised that a lot, she erm. She may push you but just remember that you are better than that and I appreciate that you also invited me to your home, sorry I didn’t stay” looking at my mom “you’re more than welcome, just a shame we couldn’t show you the rest of it but don’t worry, she has met her match. You just pretend you don’t know a thing” my mom is in her zone “I think my mom is pushing a narrative because she is young, she thought she could control Rylee, it’s a sick thing but yeah” shaking my head as I looked out of the window, she is a bitch that lady.

Opening the front door “be good for daddy ok, don’t be playing around too much” Aziel has shades on, he is too cool for me now “what you say? Before I take the shades off you” he is going to make me do it “good!” he spat “yeah good, give mommy kiss then?” he shook his head “oh you don’t want to give me kiss because your dad is here” taking his shades off “no!” he spat “then give me kiss?” he did not want to show me love because of dad, he lifted his head up and he gave me a kiss “stop showing off, don’t give him any sugar he is already hyper” placing the shades on “I won’t, just text me and I can come around, I won’t be far” nodding my head “you should have Kayson with you though, we spoke on that” Oakley nodded his head “I know, but I am going down south, I will be ok” smiling at him “that is me then, see you both soon” closing the door “it’s hot in London isn’t it” my mom said “it is, you’re about to get a whole lot heated once we get in” walking towards the house “he did this house up again for her and she blocked him from coming, how crazy is that. And she knows you’re coming, the gate is open” I pointed, Rich power stormed by us, I guess he wants to be he one to see the family first “she is a shit therapist” nodding my head in agreement “he said she is good, to others but not her own and I am still stunned she got with a black guy, I thought they was married and they aren’t you know” my mom’ eyes widened “oh she has arrived” Oakley mother said, I don’t know, her tone is already a little nasty but we will see.

Oakley mother and nan are here, and a few others, it’s a very white occasion. Neil is here but he is a pushover, Oakley brother is here too. I don’t know, I sense like they did it to create a barrier of some sort “it’s so good to see you back, the last time we saw each other was during the baby shower, things were different then” she said “it was, it was optimistic to say the least, no kidnapping then” my mom laughed, she didn’t see the joke in it but my mom did “well erm, he is always spending time in America, he came back very different, like he didn’t know us. And he was in Barbados, then he is here. The child doesn’t have stability, he is here and there and we don’t get him so we decided to take him” looking at my mom “you mean kidnap him?” looking at Rachael “no, that is my grandchild” my mom clasped her hands together “did you ask the person that birthed him? I mean he didn’t come out of you right? So was she aware, let me just set the tone. If my daughter was to call the police on you, and she stated she didn’t know. Would you be arrested?” she isn’t going to win this “like I said it was harmless, he liked it” she overlooked the question “so I am right yeah, you took him. You made my daughter cry, my child. Now you all sat here and looking at me like Rihanna the superstar but I am not, I am here as Robyn, a mother. Any mother protects there child, when I am dead! Then I can’t but until I am alive I will be. You took him, how dare you and how dare you even assume she would leave him in a wet diaper? My daughter, the very one that was taking care of her own siblings, she help me a lot and I would trust her with my children, I know her. You know what, my husband is right, the lack of respect you have for her is because she came here at that age, but I will tell you something, I would say Mrs Caesar-Su but you’re not even married but I will tell you something, I never kicked my child out! And she knows that, I never did that when she came here, and if you think I would let you bully her and make her feel she isn’t on par with you then you wrong, whatever ploy you got going on, you need to stop. Because one thing, I don’t fuck around when it comes to mine, and that is Aziel too. You barking aloud about my daughter being a bad mother, I can promise you now, you won’t see him, I don’t care” the silence in the room is deafening, my mother will not take their shit.

“Apologise to my daughter” my mom said, oh she is not holding back “for what?” Racheal asked “for everything, I mean it speaks volumes that you can’t even sing happy birthday to your own child, I don’t know what hate you have against him but it’s really sickening how you treat him” the nan rolled her eyes “you come in our room and make orders” she pointed “I came into Oakley’ home, let’s start there. He dropped me off outside the home, that boy has been nothing but respectful” my mom spat “I made some stupid decisions to assume what he is like, I hated him but you know what, what to do when your mother is a shit person. We had every right to be upset about the age gap, you didn’t it was your son with my daughter, so really we should be penalising him” it’s shocking to see this woman so quiet “I think you don’t know the half of it, my son was a good boy until he got with the wrong crowd, we had personal disagreements and he you don’t know anything about him and his temper, you think he is sweet but he isn’t, he lied. He said that I could take him to Paris but then back tracked” I furrowed my eyebrows “I didn’t” oh Oakley is here, he came back “I never said that, I was asleep and you took him in the early hours” he has come back just in time to defend himself “you painting a picture to them about me, but the fact you called Aziel too American, I think you listen to your mom too much that you don’t see you come off as racist and condescending” she gasped “I was never racist, I am with your dad aren’t I” she laughed like she can’t be still that “he is so white washed that he doesn’t even claim the black side himself” Oakley said “I think you owe Rylee an apology, you was trying to make me get full custody and use her age and the fact she was clubbing in LA” my eyes widened “this ends now, bro thanks for texting me” his brother hid his face “this is crazy to think I am racist, I took her in. This isn’t on me. You, you are so stupid to even get her pregnant, this is my point Oakley” she really gets at him, I don’t know why either “I don’t care, I really don’t. I just want you to apologise, and I want you to not ever try and come at her” where is Aziel, I can’t see him “you come here trying to save the situation, you can’t even save yourself” she said to him “that is why my friend died mother” I cringed, that is awkward “Oakley, I didn’t mean that. I won’t say sorry but we keep it mute” Oakley looked at my mom “no” my mom simply said.

I want to know where Aziel is “where is he?” I mouthed, Oakley frowned at me in confusion “I think really we need to just come to an agreement because that is our grandchild too” my mom sniggered “the racist wants to see him, ok. Anyways, what I want from you is when you get the papers served to you miss thing. You fucking sign them, you speak on my child again I will rip your fucking hair out, and your mother too” Rachael got up, my mother did too “how dare you make threats in my home” she spat, Rich came forward “you don’t speak to my mom like that” Oakley’ brother “I just did bitch” Oakley stepped back, I think he is conflicted in the situation “get the fuck out of my house” she pointed “Oakley, do you want me to leave the house” my mom looked at him “I am asking the man of the house so you, before Rich punches you step back” she is starting on them all, my mom is putting him in a nasty situation “mom, please” I got up “let’s just go, I think they get the message. Come” at the end of the day it’s his mom still “you sign those papers bitch, I am not even joking with you. You have no right ever speaking on my daughter and her parenting skills when you can’t raise kids! You should be blessed you have a son like him because you! You deserve shooting and the rest of you white motherfuckers” my eyes bulged out “mom!” I spat “please” I pleaded with her, Rich just came out of nowhere and the way he flung Oakley’ brother to the wall “you mind your business” Rich said, oh they about to jump us “let’s go” pushing my mom to move “nan, just shut up. They are going, sit down” Oakley said, we need to go “you go with that family! Go, don’t ever come back in this house! Ever!” she barked, Rich is shuffling us out and I get pushed from behind. Looking behind me and I just see Oakley punching his brother “Oakley!” I spat, I was going to stop him but Rich just yanked me to move, he doesn’t want us here any longer. As I got out I see Aziel with Wadz kicking a ball outside, the front yard.

Oakley still drove us back, he is a little silent I mean it’s a lot “mom, you wouldn’t stop” I said to her “I don’t give a fuck, she deserves more. I do not care, she is toxic and was playing a game with you. She won’t anymore my baby, she needed to know you had us, you always have us. Don’t ever cry over something that can be fixed” putting my head down “I apologise to you Oakley” my mom said, wasn’t expecting her to say that “oh it’s ok” he mumbled “and it was my brother, he pushed me into you and then yeah” looking to the side of his face “he punched you back” his cheek is red “just a little something it’s fine” I don’t think it is “don’t let her get you down” Oakley chuckled “thank you Rihanna, I didn’t think I would hear such words about me from you, it’s nice. Thank you, I know you dislike me the most” my mom laughed because she did “well, I have no choice now. I am joking, just you know we need to move on, your mother is not nice at all. The things you have done for her even after she kicked you out is wrong, you deserve better” my mom is being too kind, a little too kind for me. I am glad that’s over with but I feel like the battle with Oakley and his mom has just started, I feel for him.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Chrianna Fanfic #Chrianna Fanfiction

[whatagirlwants]

I’ve been a fan of sabrina since 2014, I saw joshua on stuck in the middle but didn’t really know about him (I was more focused on jenna and isaak) and I hadn’t heard about olivia until I saw my whole twitter tl talking about her and drivers license. 

I didn’t mind SOUR, i enjoyed  8/11 songs BUT it’s not an album that I’ve constantly gone back to listen to in one sitting. Hearing joshua’s side on his EP (crisis, secret & set me free) however did changed my perspective about SOUR. I still believe olivia should’ve posted something when her fans were attacking josh & sabrina on her behalf. The excuse of ‘she’s young she didn’t know any better’ is not a good excuse. I’m 5 months older than olivia and if I was in her position I know i would’ve put out a message out of respect for the people involved regardless of how hurt I was, of course you can’t control you’re fans but putting out a message stating that you don’t agree with what’s happening is important.

I like ‘emails i can't send’, I think it’s sabrina’s most vulnerable album and you can hear it in the lyrics. ‘Decode’, my personal favourite song on the album perfectly summarises sabrina’s side of the story. I didn’t interpret the song as her walking away from josh because he was ‘confusing’ during the drama. I interpreted it as her realising at the end of the relationship how bad it turned during that tough time for her.

I also wanted to say not all of sabrina’s songs on ‘emails i can't send’ are about josh. Lots of people forget she dated griffin gluck around 2019 - 2020 (before josh i think). One of the songs not about josh but about griffin is 'vicious', griffin did post drivers license to his instagram story with the caption ‘bop’ which further fulled more hate towards sabrina as some of olivia’s fans started assuming.

I don’t believe that josh still has feelings for olivia at all, he is respectful but as another anon said his interview with Zach Sang Show cemented it for me. You could tell that he was hurt and is still trying to process everything.

At the end of the day there is always olivia’s side, sabrina’s side, joshua’s side and the truth. We will never know the truth because it’s none of our business BUT all of them have the right to tell their side and everybody should respect that.

I think i wasnt clear when i explained my interpretation of decode, it is her realizing theres nothing left in the relationship. i only explained the lines in the 2nd verse when i said she’s choosing to walk away cause even though he walked away first (1st verse) she finally is realizing theres nothing left for her to try and make work or try to understand why everything turned out the way it is and to just accept it. when i explained the lines in tembe song i meant those specific lines and i went into details.

thanks for your input on olivia but i dont really care for her or her decisions i dont really talk about her here. but i understand where you’re coming from and her part in how the situation played out should have been handled better too.

i think its time we accept Vicious is about him. Sabrina MOVED on from Griffin to Joshua like none of the songs on the album relate to her and Griffin. even though sabrina says she started the writing process 2 or 3 years ago, inreality most of the songs she’s made and made it into the album are songs she wrote with leroy, jp, julia which leroy she met in the summer of 2020 (and thats when they made Bad For Business which made it into emails).

Sabrina started going to the studio with JP in 2021 and thats when his then girlfriend Julia would join them in writing sessions cause in June/July Sabrina said in her teen vogue interview they went to new york in the summer of 2021 to finish the album. In september 2021 Sabrina said they were the only people along side a producer named John Ryan she worked with on this album.

In March 2022 Sabrina wrote and recorded Vicious with Amy Allen cause they also followed each other during then. and u can hear it in her lyrics she’s reflecting on 2021 “one year 10 thousand bad moments” and singing about someone who left her and her image wrecked AND wrote her love songs … its not griffin gluck. she’s moved on from him and past him long ago. like she’s not thinking of Griffin in 2022 yes he fueled the drama and posted drivers license during that time but she didnt care about him he was already out of her life she just unfollowed him. like any woman would when an ex would use her for clout and gain off her situation. like i didnt want this to be a whole dissect why the song is about X and not Z but i hate seeing people think its not about him.

Sabrina feeling this way about Joshua is valid she doesnt have to feel bad for him when he left her during that time like its okay for her to be angry or feel hurt or think what he did to her inreturn is cruel or “vicious” (based on lyrics :))

regardsless like you said they all have their truths and their sides and wish them all the best thats just what i personally think!

[ohh-kaye]

2023 Resolutions

Not gonna lie. I failed miserably this year.

I don't know if I should retire this because I honestly just cannot be bothered.

EDIT: this reloaded and deleted all my progress. i will actually un-alive myself right now.

what a fucking mess

let’s review this nonsense. this is going to be extra extra salty because i can’t believe i have to fucking write all this bullshit again.

2022 Resolutions

1. Manage my finances (NO)

i didn’t even try at this. i made an excel sheet for the first payslip that i received and i didn’t even progress after that. i don’t know if i’ll ever be good at this because i can barely look at my bank account without retracting into myself. maybe i’ll use an app next time? 

2. Weekly IG dumps (YES)

I love that I did this. It was a good challenge because I actually had force myself to document something. I had to find something interesting that happened that day. I stopped taking photos of myself years ago because i couldn’t stand to exist in my life. I still don’t but I’m trying to be better at appreciating myself. I’m also easing myself back into social media without it manifesting itself into a toxic beast. i think i’m getting better at it.

there were days that i forgot to post on the friday so i would post the day after and my captions became less and less well thought out but i’m glad that i pushed myself to be out there a little bit.

3. New Instrument A Month (BAAHAHAAHAHAHAHA no)

I opened this tab of drumming basics. Did I open that tab at any point after january??? nope. to quote my brother “It’s impossible to learn a new instrument a month. That’s 12 instruments in total”. When he put it into perspective like that, I knew this goal was unachievable.

It’s okay though. I’m not super cut about this.

4. HelloFresh? Or any healthy food service? (NO)

I was highly considering this but in hindsight, there’s no practical way for this to be a applicable because there’s no space in the fridge. And my eating times have changed drastically this year. Mostly I’d be eating just lunch and dinner. Sometimes breakfast and lunch. Sometimes just breakfast. Sometimes just lunch. Sometimes just dinner. Rarely all three at the same time. And I’d eat at random points throughout the day. It’s a mess so I didn’t really think that this was that viable of an option to eat healthier.

5. 18 or more books (YES!)

This was only on here so that I could at least pass one thing. I read 19 books. I was aiming for 20 but I sadly didn’t make it. This challenge will present a lot harder in the next coming years because I’m averaging 18 ort 19 books a year. I really need to be better. Maybe write those long-ass reviews a bit quicker.

Honestly though the reviews take longer than necessary.

6. GET BANGS? or a new hairstyle? (YES!)

These were my COVID bangs. I think everyone will cut their bangs at one point or another and mine just happened to be during COVID when I was bored out of my mind.

7. Pass the GAMSAT? (let’s stop the nonsense)

what a mess. what do you think???

YES - 3

NO - 4

oof.

2023 Resolutions.

1. Read 20 books!

My Goodreads says 19. Tumblr says 20. Maybe this is just to push myself. I really want to read more books to prepare myself for my last challenge of 24 books in a year. So far it’s not possible but if I try hard enough. Maybe???

2. Book a hair appointment

nothing. AND I MEAN NOTHING has traumatised me more than that time when i was 10 years old and my mum took me to nail salon to have my hair cut into a boy cut as punishment because i didn’t brush my hair properly. NOTHING HAS TRAUMATISED ME MORE. I haven’t been into a hair salon in 9 years. that’s because i refuse for people to touch it unless they have consent. my cousin was allowed to bleach it (but now she isn’t) and i sometimes as my brothers to cut an inch off every few months or so. but otherwise, no one is allowed to touch it. i will threaten to shave my head it anyone tries.

but i’m feeling brave in that i may book a curl appointment? maybe commemorate my near decade of hair salon trauma by having someone cut my bangs properly and have my hair shorter??? why not.

3. Go to the gym at least once a week?

Anytime Fitness has emailed me recently asking why I haven’t been to the gym for weeks. this is not good.

i may have been forced to get a gym membership for discount purposes but i still need to make use of the stupid amount of money i pay.

maybe i’ll be extra brave and use something other than the stair master.

4. Learn a new instrument/ Learn a new song

This is a double because I probably just want to either learn a new instrument or learn something new on my ukulele. for the longest time i had avoided picking up a new instrument or any instrument for that matter because of maybe jealousy of my brother because he is a good guitarist and maybe lack of time because of the transition from high school to uni to job. it’s too hard. maybe it’s mainly my lack of motivation. but perhaps now that i have to keep myself accountable, i may push myself?

5. Vlog?

I did this challenge in 2022 on IG that i would post weekly posts. it’s one photo a day. i really enjoyed that. I don’t know it straight up vlogging is good because it seems like such a tall hurdle but maybe i can do what i did last year but it in reels??? it’s a mini vlog? maybe? something? anything. i didn’t think this through. i just bought a camera and hoped for the best.

6. Manage my finances

let’s try this again. i maybe will start by putting away a portion of my savings. maybe open a separate account and chuck a little bit in there and i don’t touch that unless needed. let’s start small.

7. GAMSAT

we will keep this goal on here until i have means to delete it.

i’ll be nice to myself this year and only do that much. let’s not drag this. odd numbers will make it easier to know if i succeeded.

reflection time!

i think i’ve improved a little but. not drastically though. I’m 25 now. i’m closer to 26. in 2024, i would’ve been in australia for 10 years and i have nothing to show for it.

if i dwell on this for too long then it’ll make me sad and i don’t really want to do that anymore. it’s wasteful.

i’ve improved my confidence a little bit. i’ve made friends at work. i was invited to a christmas party which was nice. i’ve stood up for myself against my family during that america trip we had. i travelled overseas this year without my parents and with planning that was done independent of them. i take photos of myself now. i’m trying to be better with my physical health by going to the gym and making sure i keep my steps up, and my mental health but not necessarily caring too much about how i look, and what i eat. maybe nonchalance is good for me.

i just hope that this year is better.

[storiesforallfandoms]

the only one for me ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1493

request?: yes!

“MGK Fluff ??”

description: the endless dating rumors regarding her boyfriend start to get to her

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing, insecurities

masterlist (one, two)

Logging onto Twitter and seeing yet another dating rumor regarding my boyfriend and some famous, beautiful female was basically a daily routine at this point. It seemed to be nothing new, but that didn’t make it hurt any less every time I saw a new post about it.

The latest rumored lady to have “stolen Colson’s heart” was Megan Fox, who had starred in Colson’s latest music video. The article I was reading stated how much chemistry Colson and Megan had on set and how it was “so obvious” that they had a secret romance happening behind the scenes.

I wasn’t hurt because I believed the rumors. I trusted Colson. I knew he’d never cheat on me, but seeing all these beautiful women and seeing his fans and media outlets commenting on how cute he would look with someone else so much prettier than me really did nothing for my confidence.

I wasn’t famous, I was just your average girl who worked an average hob and went to school on the side. Due to this, Colson and I decided to keep our relationship a secret so I wouldn’t be harassed by paparazzi and fans. I appreciated the privacy I had been getting, but it did make it hard to see all these dating rumors.

This rumor got to me in a way the others hadn’t before and I had an overwhelming urge to call Colson. He was probably asleep or preparing for the show that night, but I needed to hear his voice.

I was shocked when he answered on the third ring. “Hey babe!”

I could hear a crowd on his end of the call. “Hey! What’s all the noise?”

“We’re celebrating before I go on stage.”

“Before?” I asked, teasingly. “What are you guys celebrating?”

“The Bloody Valentine video hit a million views in less than 24 hours! None of my videos have ever done that before, so we’re celebrating.”

“Oh my God, Colson that’s amazing! Congratulations!”

Someone called out to Colson on his end. I could hear him responding, but his response was muffled as I realized the voice was a female voice.

“Is that...is that Megan?” I asked.

“Yeah! We invited her since she’s the leading lady of the video.” Another comment was made by Megan, to which Colson said to me, “She says hi!”

I couldn’t respond. I could feel tears starting to well up in my eyes and I was afraid Colson would hear my voice breaking if I spoke. Instead, I managed to squeak out a “gotta go” before hanging up.

~~~~~~

As I expected, there were articles published about the video celebration, specifically about Colson and Megan. A handful of pictures were taken outside wherever the celebration was taking place of Colson and Megan laughing as he puffed on a joint. The captions posted under this picture from numerous sites and fan pages were all the same: “look how cute Megan and Colson are!”

I had to go offline for a while because I was getting more upset than I had before.

It seemed like Colson didn’t notice as much as I did, so I never really brought the issue up. I didn’t want him to think he couldn’t be friends with women, or think of me as a jealous girlfriend or anything.

But I knew he could tell something was off. He kept trying to coax it out of me, but I wouldn’t budge. I figured he would grow tired of my refusal and would let it go. The last thing I expected was to come home from work one day and find Colson waiting for me in my apartment.

“Hey!” I said when I found him sat in my living room. “What are you doing here?”

“We have a few days before the next show, so I asked to come home before then,” he said. “I wanted to talk to you.”

The six worst words to ever hear. I felt my worry rise as I approached him and sat next to him on the couch.

“What’s on your mind lately?” he asked. “I know you keep saying it’s nothing, but I can tell it’s not nothing. I’m worried about you, babe. You know you can talk to me about anything, right?”

I looked down at my lap as I shrugged. “It’s nothing. Just work and school, I guess.”

“Is this about Megan?”

For some reason, hearing him say her name felt like I was being stabbed through the heart. I had to bite my lip to try and hold back my tears.

“When you hung up so suddenly during the video celebration, I realized something was up,” he said. “And then you started deleting your social media accounts, or making them private, and you were acting different. It all started that night. If it’s because we invited Megan to the party, I’m sorry if that upset you. There was no underlying meanings behind inviting her, it was just because she was in the video and we decided she should be at the celebration.”

“It’s not because she was there!” I finally snapped, unable to hold myself back. “I don’t care if you’re friends with Megan, or with any woman, but I do care that everyone thinks you’re dating every female who so much as breathes in your direction. And it really doesn’t help my self-esteem to see people saying how happy you look or how cute you’d look with someone who is, like, a million times prettier than me.”

“Babe, that’s not true,” he said. “I mean, I’ve seen the rumors about me and Megan, but it’s not all the women I’m friends with - ”

I laughed, humorlessly. “No, not all of them. Just Chantal and Noah and Ash and Sommer and now Megan. So no, not all of them, just most of them.”

I could see the gears turning in Colson’s head as he thought about it. Maybe he didn’t see the same stuff I did, maybe I just saw more because of how insecure it made me. But those rumors were there, and they had been nearly our entire relationship.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. “I never realized...I don’t attention to shit like that. I never thought much about the way I acted around my female friends.”

“You treat them the way you treat the boys,” I said. “I’ve seen how you are with Ash, the two of you are just friends. But people don’t believe that men and women can just be friends so when they see men and women acting as friends, they assume that means they’re dating. There’s nothing you can really do about it.”

Colson put a hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. “You don’t believe any of that shit though, right? You know it’s all media bullshit.”

I nodded. “Yeah, of course I do. I know you’d never cheat on me. I trust you so much.”

“And you can’t possibly believe that they’re any more beautiful than you are.”

I chuckled. “Okay, that one I can’t agree to considering the person you’re currently in a dating rumor with is Megan fucking Fox. I mean, have you seen her? She’s the most beautiful woman in the world!”

“Not to me she’s not.”

I looked away from him again, feeling my cheeks heat up and a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “You don’t mean that.”

“Of course I do.” I felt his finger gently touch my chin, lifting my head so I would look at him. “(Y/N), I hope you know you mean the world to me. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever known, and you own my heart. You’re the only one for me and I love you more than words could ever say. I’m sorry you’ve had to witness all these stupid rumors, and I’m sorry I never noticed them so I could assure you of all of this sooner. But I mean it, you’re everything to me. I love you so much.”

The tears I had been holding back for so long finally started to fall down my cheeks. I awkwardly laughed as I tried to wipe them away, but they just kept coming. “That was so cliche.”

“You loved it, though.”

“I love you, that’s a whole different thing.”

Colson smiled and pulled me in for a kiss. Warmth filled me as my lips touched his, and it was just another reminder that he was mine. I ran my hand through his hair and leaned into him until we were both laying back on the couch.

When we finally managed to pull away from one another, Colson rested his forehead on mine. “Did you have any other plans today?”

I shook my head.

“Good, because I don’t intend on letting you leave this apartment any time soon.”

He wrapped me into a tight cuddle, and I gladly accepted these plans he had made for us.

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[familyfriendlyweed]

late night snaps (quackity x reader)

a/n : before we get into the story, i wanted to thank you all for such support on my first post - i only posted it yesterday, and got a hell lot of likes and reblogs and even gained 23 followers, which is insane for me (or maybe i just don’t know how tumblr works, haha)! anyhow, i’m really happy you guys enjoyed it <3 

 it was 02:37 and you were editing your newest video. you had no idea it would take so long, though! even if you were used to staying up very late, you knew you have to put away your laptop and go get some sleep. 

 saving the video as a draft and shutting your computer off, you started to blindly search for your phone, since your eyes didn’t get used to the darkness yet. finally finding it, you turned it on to set an alarm for the next morning when you suddenly saw a snapchat notification from ten minutes ago. it was from Alex. you curiously unlocked your phone and tapped the little notification to be led straight to snapchat.

idiota : hello mamacita

 your face instantly lit up in a childish smile. you started to type your response eagerly like it wasn’t 2 am and you didn’t have online classes tomorrow. 

 you : why hello there, el señor

 you saw Alex’s silly bitmoji pop up as he started to type.  

 idiota : what is my chica bella doing up so late?

 you giggled, getting comfortable in your bed - this meant a long chatting session on its way.

 you : YOUR chica bella? when did that happen?

 idiota : ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!! >:((((

 you : fine you big baby, i was finishing editing a new video

 idiota : hmm i see, i see

 you : what about you though? u should get some sleep!!! :(((

 Alex’s bitmoji started typing, then stopped for some reason. you lifted your eyebrow at that. then he continued, but it took a while for him to finish.

 idiota : why, i just couldn’t fall asleep when you were on my mind all the time, mi amor

 your cheeks grew red in an instant. you knew you could handle jokes pretty well, but this was quite too much. Alex never got so far as to actually flirt with you.

 you : eh??? what drugs are u on

 idiota : the only drug for me is you mamacita

 you snorted. you had no idea if he was being serious or not, even if the second option was more likely.

 you : literally go to sleep wtf

 idiota : i’d sleep better if you were by my side ;)

 this was enough for you - you felt as if you got one more message like this from him, you’d die from the hotness in your cheeks. setting your phone down, you made your way to the bathroom before bed.

 you came back five minutes later, only to see your phone full of notifications from Alex. your heart was thumping really hard, you weren’t used to this, but you opened snapchat anyway.

 idiota : mamacita?

 idiota : ....

 idiota : mamacita, don’t joke w me like that

 idiota : did you really just leave me on read wtf

 idiota : i’m sad come back :(((

 and at last, there was a snap from him. you were quite scared at this point. with a shaking hand, you opened it.

 you laughed so hard that you seriously thought you’ll have a seizure. still laughing, you snapped a selfie with a cute filter on (you really thought you looked horrible at the moment), captioned it with “your chica bella had to take a piss u simp” and sent it to Alex.

 he opened the snap almost imediatelly and started typing afterwards :

 idiota : mamacita!!!! you look hermosa!!!!

 you : that’s because i have a filter on lmaoo

 idiota : mamacita don’t let yourself down, you are so beautiful :((

 you started to text a sarcastic reply, but stopped. for some reason, Alex seemed like he was being truthful. he wasn’t joking around when he called you beautiful, that was too affectionate.

 you : ...really?

 idiota : si, si! <3

 you tugged at your lip in a thinking manner. true, you had feelings for Alex, but you never thought he had something similar to you. or maybe... maybe he was just supporting you as a friend. figuring that was probably it, you texted :

 you : thank you quacker B]] ur also v handsome

 idiota : mamacita likes me!!!!!😍😍😍

 you smiled sadly. Alex was definitely playing around. you got lost in thought for a few moments, thinking about how would he act if he was actually in love with someone. would he, perhaps, be more mature? that would be very weird to look at.

 finally coming back to planet Earth, you looked at your phone only to see that Alex has written a shit ton of messages again :

 idiota : i want to see you, mamacita

 idiota : it’s fine if u don’t want to, you’re probably going to sleep anyway...

 idiota : but maybe let’s meet tomorrow?

 idiota : mamacita?

 idiota : ....

 idiota : i’m coming over <3

 your heart gave a leap of embarassment and surprise. why would he even say that?

 you : wait what

 you : wdym “i’m coming over”

 you : no tf ur not

 you : go to sleep

 idiota : doesn’t mamacita want to see muah???

 you : no, that would be awesome, but you should go to sleep, really :(

 idiota : y/n, i already told you, i can’t sleep when you’re on my mind

 you froze in spot, staring at your screen for what felt like an eternity. did he just call you by your name? you knew he only says it in serious situations. deciding to change your tactic, you started texting seriously :

 you : are you like... for real now?

 you : because i know you call me by my name in serious situations, but maybe it’s only a prank, so just answer me truthfully, okay?

 Alex started typing, it took even longer that before, but at last you saw his message, this time without caps, spammed question/exclamation marks, nothing silly at all :

 idiota : i am serious, y/n. believe me, this is not a prank. i just really wanna see you. 

 your heart skipped a beat or two, your face renewed its redness. you felt as if you were dreaming.

 you : okay... i’m really glad. come over, please

 idiota : thank you so much

 you started pondering in your head - how did this happen? how did this silly conversation turn out like this? 

 but what if Alex texted you because he wanted to come over in the first place? after all, he knew how shitty your sleep schedule was. that would be awesome, you thought, a small smile dancing on your lips.

 you checked the snap map only to see Alex about 100 meters from you. wait... what? 100 METERS??? was Alex near your place the moment he texted you for the first time?

 you jumped up, starting to tidy up your messy room up, only to remember you look like poop at the moment - hair messy, face tired, clothes scrunched. 

 exhaling heavily, you tried to change your appearance quickly - you ran into the bathroom, brushing your hair panickily. then you wrenched the makeup bag open and started to rummage through it trying to find some mascara or something...

 ding ding! 

 you froze, your eyes widened. he was already here, what the hell?!

 you quickly put on some mascara, ran into the hallway while brushing your face with your hands from stress (completely forgetting you have mascara on, somehow) and unlocked the door.

 Alex’s figure was dark, since the lightbulb in the corridor wasn’t working, and it almost gave you a fright. but as soon as he engulfed you in a warm hug, the tension in the pit of your stomach vanished. you hugged him back almost unsurely, but smiling.

 “hello, mamacita”

 you giggled. for some reason, you got the strongest urge to cry. probably from happiness, but it still was confusing to you. nevertheless, tears started running down your cheeks, mixing with mascara, probably making you look like you were going to a halloween dress up party. 

 “hey, why are you crying?” Alex asked, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

 “i look horrible.” you laughed, wiping your tears away.

 “nooo, why won’t you listen to me? i already told you you’re beautiful.” he said with a cute pout. 

 “alright, alright, i’m very beautiful, let me down now.” you said, noticing that he was still holding you in his arms tightly. 

 “whatever the chica bella says.”

 he put you down.

 “aren’t you going to turn on some light? i feel like i’ve gone blind!” Alex exclaimed jokingly and you giggled.

 “i’m like a bat, i hate much light, sorry. buuuut i could turn on this little lamp.” you said, making your way to your desk and turning on a cute little lamp the shade of warm pink.

 “perfect.” Alex said, eyeing you in light now. you thought he’ll make a comment about your awful mascara-stained face, but he said nothing, just smiling and looking at you in awe, like you were some princess in a ball dress instead of a tired college student in messy shorts, an oversized t-shirt and two different socks, because you couldn’t find a pair of the same ones.

 “perfect.” he repeated, shrugging with a smile on his face, like seeing you was everything he needed.

 you laughed and hugged him, muttering a “thanks for coming”. Alex didn’t hesitate and also hugged you, holding you as close as possible, as if he let go of you, he’d drown and would never come back to be by your side again. 

 little did you know, he felt the exact same way.

#quackity #quackity x reader #quackity imagines #quackity imagine #dream smp imagines #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt imagines

[tillyouscreamandcry]

When in Rome: Part Two (Damiano x reader)

Summery: It had been almost three weeks since you had returned home. A full three weeks and your mind was still going crazy with thoughts of Damiano, and his with you. Not sure whether you should stay in touch or just forget him altogether, but as the saying goes; ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder.’

Warnings: ANGSSTTTT, Swearing, Drinking, Gross drunk guy who won't take ‘no’ for an answer. Vic being a boss and not standing for bullshit. 

Word count: 5,637.. Hope you like them long because I really can't stop once I get going with this fic, wow. 

A/N: I like to torture myself I guess, the angst is real, and I'm not sorry about it. Only one part left after this one! As always feedback and constructive criticism is welcome, and feel free to send a request if you have one. 

Parts: Part One. 

-x-

Hours after your plane had landed Damiano called you that night to make sure you had arrived home safe. You couldn’t help but blush over him calling to check in on you and make sure you were okay, home safe and sound. The next day he called you asking you how your day was, telling him about your new battle with jet lag and how you’d do anything to have a normal sleep routine back. He filled you in on this day at the studio with the rest of the band. The conversation flowed so naturally that you found his distance towards the end of your conversation almost concerning, he just shrugged it off as tiredness. The following week you didn’t hear much from him, you texted him a few times and barely got a reply until suddenly there was nothing. Starting to regret and wonder how stupid you had been. He probably just fed you want you wanted to hear back in Italy so you’d sleep with him. Just another stupid tourist falling for the charms of some Italian playboy.

It was 8pm on a Friday and you were going out for a friends birthday, taking a selfie in your bedroom mirror to show off your outfit, a deep red silk dress that stopped mid-thigh hugging all your curves in all the right places, wearing it has you feeling extremely good about yourself and how you looked. You posted the photo to your Instagram stories adding the caption ‘ready to party’. Getting a text from Louise letting you know she was only minutes away you walked out of your bedroom and grabbed your coat that was laying over the back of your couch. Putting it on and then quickly fixing your hair in the mirror by your apartment door before you headed out when your phone buzzed away on the small table below it. Picking it up and looking through the notifications that had appeared you saw a few messages and reactions to the photo you posted. Friends reacting with the heart eye and flame emoji’s and replying to it, hyping you up. But then you saw it. 

‘Ykaaar: wow, you look so incredible’

The last time you spoke to one another you were telling him that you hope he had a good day in the studio with the band, that was about 3 weeks ago now and it had been radio silence since. Now he’s in your dms telling you how incredible you look. You knew he’d see it and your not going to lie, you hoped you’d get a reaction from him but having him compliment you had you feeling like you did back in Italy. Heart racing, biting your lip as you read his message over and over, forcing himself back into your mind. The knocking on your front door pulled you out of your trance, snapping you back to reality. Putting your phone in your pocket and quickly stepping into your heels, you opened the door to Louise standing there with a smile on her face. 

“Woah you look hot.” She complimented you “Do I have time to change? I can't be seen in this with you looking like that” she gestured to her outfit. You rolled your eyes and laughed, walking out of your apartment, locking the door and putting the keys in your clutch. “Come on let's go, we don’t want to be late.”  

Hopping into the Uber, the destination being a club in town about 15 minutes away, Louise was chatting away about something. You swear you were listening at first but you suddenly couldn’t take your mind off Damiano and his message. Nodding away as your friend spoke next to you in the back seat you pulled your phone out and clicked on the Instagram app. Actually opening his dm this time you looked at it again for a few minutes, a small smile slowly appearing on your face. 

“Well, that was my day.” Louise finished before looking over at you “What's got you smiling?” She asked, leaning over and looking at your screen. You went to move your phone away from her but she had already seen it. “Stop it! Not the fling from Italy!”

“Louise don’t start..”

“I thought you said he just vanished like 3 weeks ago. Now he’s sliding into your dms! Gimme the phone” she went to take it from you but you playfully smacked her hands away. 

“No stop.” You chuckled holding your phone protectively against your chest. “He did stop talking to me, yeah, but I don’t know maybe I shouldn’t give up so easily.”

“Y/n the man ghosted you, after ‘promising to call you every day Amore’” she said in a bad Italian accent. “And now you’re all smiles again after him telling you that you look nice. Nope, not happening, don’t reply and ghost him back.” Part of you thought she was right, he did ghost you, leaving you to wonder what happened or if you had done something or if unfortunately, he realised that whatever you two had in Italy wasn’t going to go anywhere. But the other part of you didn’t want to give up because you knew there was something there, you knew he was meant to be in your life. 

“Okay first off never do that accent again.” Louise rolled her eyes. “And secondly, I can’t just not reply to him. I know you think I’m being ridiculous but we had something. Like really had something, I can’t explain it, it’s almost like he’s known me my whole life. There’s this pull that I have towards him and I can’t break it.”

“Y/n.. come on..”

“I know it sounds stupid and insane, Louise okay I know. But this is so dif-“

“So different, I know. You told me that when you were crying into your wine glass over his, now continued, lack of communication 2 weeks ago.” You sighed, looking down. You did cry over him. You felt kind of stupid for doing so too so you heavily blamed it on the wine you had drunk that night. “I just don’t want you getting hurt” feeling Louise grab your hand and squeezing it. You smiled and nodded at her, know she means well and just wants to protect you from heartache. 

You looked out the window and saw you had stopped at a red light just before the club. Unlocking your phone and reading over Damiano’s message once more your fingers flurried over the keyboard typing out a reply. ‘Thanks, Dami x’ sending it off just as the car pulled up at your stop. 

“No boy talk tonight.” Louise said as you both hopped out of the car “we are here to have fun and celebrate and we don’t need to be distracted by stupid Italian boys, deal?” You nodded at her and smiled. 

“Deal!”

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“Okay Woah!” Victoria said suddenly eyes glued to her phone. She is was sitting on the couch at the bands shared house, Thomas across from her playing a game on the PlayStation, and Ethan sat next to her drumming and tapping away on his legs absentmindedly while watching Thomas’ game on the tv screen. 

“What?” Ethan asked, his eyes now leaving the screen to look over at Victoria’s phone as she showed him the cause of her outburst. “She looks good”

“Good? She looks amazing, damn!” 

It was y/n photo. Victoria was casually flicking through her friends' stories when it came across her screen. The two had followed each other back when they met in Italy, along with the other band members doing so too. She liked photos and replayed to post before but this one was something else. Sending a reply ‘dammmnnn girl’ along with a bunch of flames and even the drool face emojis. Ethan chuckling beside her as he watched her do so. 

“Stop flirting Vic.” He laughed 

“I’m not flirting with her, trust me I could easily if I wanted too tho.”

“Who’s the unlucky girl that’s having to deal with you now?” Damiano’s voice suddenly spoke, teasing her. Victoria looked behind her as he walked out of their home studio, lyric book and pen in his hands as he joined them on the couch. 

“Oh, no one. Just your long lost girlfriend.” She said with a smirk. Damiano put his stuff down next to him, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “Y/n, Dami.” She told him as if it wasn’t obvious. 

“I thought you stopped talking to her?” Thomas casually said as he was pressing buttons furiously on the controller with his fingers. Because everyone knew the harder and more aggressively you pushed the buttons it obviously made a difference to how well you played. 

“Shut up Thomas,” Damiano said nudging him with his foot. 

“You did what? When? Explain now!” Victoria questioned turning her body completely so she was now sitting cross-legged and facing her friend. Damiano groaned loudly, that was the last thing he wanted to do. 

“There’s nothing to explain Vic. We just, I don’t know, fizzled out.”

“That’s not what you told me.” Thomas spoke up again, Damiano lifted his foot kicking the guitarist properly this time “Hey! Way to make me miss that shot.”

Victoria leaned forwards off the couch and grabbed the controller out of Thomas’ hand, pressing pause on the game. 

“what was that for?” 

“Spill now!” She demanded looking directly at Thomas. 

“Why are you so nosy?” Damiano asked her “there’s nothing to spill and he knows nothing.”

“Yeah like I believe that. Thomas now or the game goes in the pool” she threatened.

“Oh damn, she means it,” Ethan spoke up, watching this all unfold in front of him. He knew Victoria meant business when she wanted to know something and would often get her way and would be told whatever she wanted to know. 

“Don’t you dare!” Damiano directed over at Thomas. The blonde boy looked back and forth between his two friends. Trying to figure out the lesser of the two evils. His eyes stopped on Victoria. 

“He stopped talking to her about 3 weeks ago. Owww!” A swift punch to the arm from Damiano hit him after he said that. “Can you stop hitting me?” He asks now rubbing the sore spot on his arm. 

“Three weeks?!” Victoria yelled. “What the hell Dami. What happened to ’I think she’s my dream girl’, ‘I’ll call you every day’ and ‘I can't stop thinking about you’ hell you’re even writing songs about her!”

“I am not” he scoffed, as if he’d do that. 

“Oh yeah ‘Marlena Torna a casa’, you think we’re dumb?” 

“She’s got you there.” Ethan chuckled. They all knew what he was trying to do with that song. “So why’d you stop talking to her?”

“Why does it matter? She’s free to move on, can't I?” 

“No!” Victoria yelled again. “You really think she’s posting thirst traps on Instagram because she’s moved on? She literally doing it to get your attention! You know you can talk to us Damiano, you always have so this isn’t any different. I’ve never seen two people hit it off the way you did before. It really seemed like something special, so we are all just confused as to why you just act like she doesn’t exist.” Victoria ranted. She did think the two had some kind of ridiculous long lost lovers, romance novel kind of connection. It was almost surreal watching it unfold over the week they shared. So she was genuinely concerned as to why he was acting like this. 

Damiano sighed. He knew Vic had a point. Hell, she’d been right about everything so far. Y/n was still heavy on his mind, his songwriting was affected, clearly not as unnoticed by the others as he thought. He often found himself opening the photos on his phone in the middle of the night and staring at the few that you had together, the picture that was taken when he took her sightseeing, his arms rested naturally around her shoulders and hers on his waist posing in-front of an Italy landmark he had taken her to. The selfie he took where he had quickly turned and kissed her cheek causing her to scrunch up her nose and let out a laugh right as he clicked the camera button. The one Victoria took of the two of them sitting by the pool the day he took her to the maneskin house. She was sitting between his legs leaning back against his chest, a silly Instagram filter over their faces as they both stuck their tongues out. And the last one he took of her when they were out at dinner the night before she left, sitting out on the balcony of the restaurant. The sun setting behind her as he inconspicuously held his phone up, he said her name getting her attention, her wine glass in hand as she looked over at him caught off guard when his camera went off. That was his favourite. No pose, no filters, no silly faces, just her natural beauty. 

He saw the photo she posted earlier too. If he was going to be honest, he saw it as soon as it was posted because he had her post notifications on. Wow, he did have it bad for her. The deep red dress she was wearing complimented her skin tone, clinging perfectly to her figure. She looked incredible in that photo, and he told her that, replying to the photo just seconds after it was posted. Realising how creepy that might have come across because he hadn’t spoken to her in weeks but he couldn’t not tell her how much she took his breath away. 

All these emotions he was feeling had completely overwhelmed him leaving him lost and confused. Sure he had had girlfriends in the past, even the occasional hook up here and there, but y/n was completely different. She came out of nowhere and he was hooked from the second he saw her. There were none of that friends turned lovers trope, not even a dating app matching two single people up who had been wanting to look for a partner. He simply just saw her and fell in love. Oh god, love. Did he love her? Now that was an even more complicated question that he’d been avoiding asking himself. Can you love someone you’ve only just met? Someone who completely infatuated you within moments of meeting and a week of being with you? 

“I freaked out.” He finally spoke. “I don’t know what else to say. It’s all so ridiculous and unexpected and I got swept up in it all. Then she left and I actually had to be alone with my thoughts I just… I just thought it was best to avoid her, I don’t know. I didn’t want to hurt her, hell I hope I haven’t.” He confessed. The others all shared a look with one another then looking back over at their singer “I fucked up didn't I?” 

“No, you haven’t, I don’t think so at least,” Ethan told him. “But what you need to do is talk to her and tell her this, not ghost her for weeks.” 

“Yeah, no offence but that was stupid of you.” Thomas chimed in, Damiano couldn’t not agree with that. 

“Well, aren’t you going to yell at me and tell me how stupid I am?” He asked Victoria

“You already know I think you’re a dumbass, but if you want me to yell it at you I can.” She told him, he laughed and shook his head. 

“No, I’m good, thanks.”

“What I am going to tell you to do is call her. Maybe not right now since she out having fun and looking fine as hell so honestly don’t expect her to not be taken after this”

“Vic,” Ethan said glaring at her

“I never said I was going to be the one to do so, obviously… but again for the record, I totally could.” She smiled and flips some hair back over her shoulder as if that proved her point. “But, Ethan’s right, call her tomorrow and talk to her honestly and openly about how you feel. And don’t ghost her again”

“And while you’re not doing things, how about you stop with writing sappy songs about her. I can deal with one but I’m not going to start playing songs about your lame love life. We are way too rock and roll for your heartbroken love songs.” Thomas added, Damiano once again reached over and hit his arm, although it wasn’t as hard and more playfully this time. 

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The music pounded through the club as you and your friends danced away on the dance floor. Lights flashing around you, people singing along to the words of the song playing. 

“Shots!!” Louise yelled out at your group, coming back over to the table you’ve all been occupying for the night. You and your friends moved over closer to her as she handed them out, 2 each. 

“Not more shots” you laughed as two small glasses were placed in front of you. 

“Yes more shots!” Your other friend yelled out “it’s my birthday so we are doing them all!”

The group laughed, picking up both glasses and coming together to cheers them in the middle before drinking them both down. Scrunching your face up slightly as both lots of liquid burned down your throat. You were pretty drunk at this point which was a rare thing for you, you knew how to handle your alcohol but it was your friends birthday but you were also kind of going through a heartbreak so you took advantage of the drinks being brought tonight. 

“I’ll be back in just heading to the bathroom.” You yelled over the music. Your friends nodded heading back out to the middle of the dance floor. You walked over to the bathroom, stumbling slightly, a mix of all the drinks you’ve had and the height of your heels. Lucky it was empty, shutting the door behind you and letting out a breath welcoming the quiet as well as the cool air, your head was starting to feel the effects of the last few hours and this was a welcomed escape from the crowd and the noise. You walked over to the sink and looked in the mirror above it, you ran the water wetting your hands slightly before pressing them to the back of your neck in hopes the cold droplets would help cool your body heat down a bit. After doing so you spent a few moments fixing your hair and makeup and applying a new layer of gloss over your lips. Your phone buzzed thinking it was a friend asking if you were okay and coming back you were surprised to see it wasn’t and it was an Instagram message from Victoria instead. Laughing at what she sent as a response to your post earlier in the night you sent a few heart emojis back, too drunk to try and focus on the keyboard to make out any other kind of reply. Keeping the app open you swiped over to post another story, yet another mirror selfie only this time you poked your tongue out and held up the peace sign on your free hand before posting it. Deciding that you’d spent enough time hiding away you made sure you had your things and exited the room. 

The noise hit you immediately as you opened the door, as well as the obvious shift in room temperature. Making your way back out to the busy part of the club you felt yourself tumble backwards before an arm caught you. 

“Sorry, you okay?” The man who currently had ahold of your arm asked. 

“Yeah. Thanks.” You replied now standing back upright again. “I didn’t even see you there.”

“It's fine I think we were both not paying too much attention to what was around us.” He laughed. You smiled back thanking him once again for catching you before you fell and went to make your way back over to your friends. That was until you were stopped. “Hey wait” Turing back around you saw his hand around your arm again, holding you in place. 

“Yeah?” You asked him, trying to remove your arm out of his grip, but having no luck. 

“Can I get you a drink?” He asked. Not this again. You’d normally didn't mind, but after Italy, you’d had enough of strangers offering to buy you drinks, plus you had a group of friends waiting for you.

“No thanks.” You told him, again walking away only for him to once again hold you in place. 

“Oh come on one drink won’t hurt” he smiled “Take it as an apology for almost knocking you over.” He laughed. 

“You said sorry so that’s all the apology I need.” You were trying your hardest to be polite but you were starting to really get annoyed now and all the drinks in your system were not helping your tolerance either. 

“Come on. One drink. Hell if you are over this scene we can even head back to mine” he winked. Is this guy serious?

“I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate it.” Oh the old ‘I have a boyfriend’ line, don’t you just love having to use that one.

“Is he here? We don’t need to tell him.” Wow, he’s relentless. 

“No, but I’m still not accepting the drink and I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“I doubt you even have a boyfriend” he challenged rolling his eyes at you. “Who goes out to a club like dressed like that and gets drunk off their ass with a boyfriend waiting at home for them.”

“What you want me to call him and prove it?” You spat, you were so over this whole encounter. 

“Go on then” shit you didn’t think he’d call your bluff. He finally let go of your arm and you looked down at your phone. Now what. Staring up at the man, who had a giant grin on his face thinking he was right. I mean he was but he wasn’t about to think he was. Clicking a number, it started to ring as you brought the phone up to your ear. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe? Sorry to bother you but look, this asshole won’t leave me alone at the club.” You started to explain emphasizing the word ‘asshole’ as you full-on glared daggers at the man. 

“What? What’s going on are you okay?” The voice asked. 

“What? Babe no you don’t need to come down here.” Completely ignoring the question asked to you and now making up a conversation to get the man in front of you to leave you be. “No I don’t want you to fight anyone, look I’m sure he gets it now and will back off.. Babe seriously get out of the car.” 

“Fine whatever. You’re not even that hot” the guy said bitterly as he finally left you alone. 

“Asshole!” You yelled at him flipping him off as he walked away “I am too hot” you spoke to yourself. “Who the hell does he think he is like honestly, take a damn hint, calls me ugly just because I rejected his ass, what a loser.”

“Umm, y/n want to explain what’s going on?”  Oh yeah, you’re on the phone. You heard what you guessed to be a door closing on the other end of the line. “Okay, I’m alone, what the hell is happening are you alright?” 

“Sorry I didn’t know who else to call.” You sighed. “He just wouldn’t leave me alone a-and he was holding onto me and kept pressuring me and I told him I had a boyfriend so he’d hopefully back off but then he told me to prove it and like what was I meant to do you know? I didn’t think he’d question me about it.” You ranted out, slurring over a few words with how fast you tried to explain yourself. “I’m fine now, I’ll let you go, I- I won’t bother you again. Bye Damiano.”

“Wait-“ you heard just as you started to move the phone away from your ear. “Where are you now?” 

“Standing near the bar.” 

“You’re with friends, right? Where are they?” He asked. You started scanning your eyes over to the dance floor. 

“Yeah, I am. They were dancing the last time I saw them. I went to go to the bathroom, I’m sure they are still over there somewhere.”

“You went alone? Don’t girls do that weird doubles thing when they go to the bathroom for this very reason?” He kind of sounded annoyed when asking you that. “Why would you stumble around drunk at a club alone y/n, come on I thought you’d be smarter than that.” You scoffed at that. 

“Why do you even care Damiano? I’m not a child I can look after myself. I’m not even meant to be talking to you right now anyway so I’m going.” You told him. 

“Oh, and why aren’t you?” He questioned. 

“Because I’m here to celebrate my friends birthday and have fun and Louise told me I shouldn’t be thinking about or getting distracted by stupid Italian boys who hurt me,” you told him straight out and honestly, definitely blaming that on the alcohol. 

There was silence on the other end of the phone, making you wonder if he was even still there at all. You wouldn’t be surprised if he hung up on you tho after that. The sound of him breathing made you realise he was still there. 

“Wow, okay, I’ll leave you alone then. Have a good night.”

“No Dami wait-“ He hung up before you could finish your sentence. 

Shit. 

Looking down at your phone, finger hovering over his name, tempted to call him back. You couldn’t let things just end that way, could you? You didn’t want that to be your last memory of him. But maybe it was for the best. It’s not like he cared enough to even try when he was the one to stop reaching out weeks ago. Maybe it should just end here, no matter how badly it did. Waves of emotions suddenly started crashing down on you. You felt sick, you felt extremely agitated, you wanted to cry. You want to leave, you need to leave. 

Squeezing through the ocean of people in front of you and searching around for a moment you finally spotted your friend group. 

“Guys I’m going to head out.” You said over the music. The music that you could now physically feel in your brain. A chorus of ‘you can’t leave’ and ‘no’s’ came at you all at once, along with begs to stay. “I’m done for the night sorry. Stay and have a great time for me tho.” You told them. 

“I’ll come with you” Louise offered. She really was your best friend, always willing to end her night if you needed something. 

“No, stay. Please. I’ll be fine, I’m literally going to bed as soon as I step foot in the door at home.” You told her. Holding up your phone with the Uber app open “look, the cars two minutes away, I’ll be fine, promise.”

You did your round of goodbyes, assuring Louise you’d be okay and let her know when you’re home. Wishing your friend a happy birthday once again before leaving and making your way to the car waiting for you. 

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After battling with your keys and finally getting your door unlocked you stumbled into your apartment, kicking your heels of the second you entered. Locking the door and putting your keys in the bowl on the table and dumping your coat and bag onto your couch you let out a frustrated sigh. Tonight took a turn, one that you definitely didn’t want and now all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and hide away from everyone and everything. 

Walking into your bedroom and taking off your dress, replacing it with the oversized shirt that had been casually tossed onto the bed. Quickly washing the makeup off your face in the bathroom and putting your hair up into a bun. Finally, you turned the light off and collapsed into bed ready to let sleep take over your body… But it never did. As tired and drunk as you felt your brain refused to turn off, playing the phone call with Damiano over and over in your head as a way to torture you. You wanted to call him and fix it but didn’t know if there was any point, not knowing if he would even want to hear from you at all now. Groaning loudly at your predicament and realising that you knew you weren’t sleeping anytime soon unless you did this. It was 1:30 in the morning for you at this point, not even bothering to check the time for him, you reached over to the bedside table and grabbed your phone. Clicking his number and hoping that he’d answer. 

It rang once.

Twice.

And then you heard him. 

“Need me to play pissed off boyfriend for the second time tonight?” He asked. You could hear the resentment in his voice. “Can’t seem to keep out of trouble can you?”

You wanted to hang up. Hang up and cry. 

“Did I wake you?” You asked meekly 

“No, I’m still up, sitting by the pool having a cigarette.” He told you “What do you want now y/n?” 

You didn’t even realise you were crying until a sob left your mouth. Then you realised how wet with tears your cheeks were. Closing your eyes tight, not wanting anymore to escape as you wiped your face with the back of your free hand. 

“I’m sorry.” You told him. You knew how pathetic that sounded, but you needed him to know. “I shouldn’t have said what I did earlier. I just, I was hurt, I’ve drunk way too much, my emotions all over the place and god, I hate how you are always on my mind even though you clearly don’t feel the same. You’re all I think about and I hate it because it’s almost like it’s consuming me. I hate that I let myself fall for you, hell it was one week but it felt like so much more to me and it hurts.” You couldn’t stop talking, ranting, spilling out all the feelings and thoughts you’d kept bottled up for the last three weeks, who knew some liquid courage would be all it took. “God I’m an idiot. Like that guy earlier and not able to take a hint. You don’t talk to me for three weeks yet I’m still sitting here hoping you’ll call me, even a text or a stupid Instagram message. Which by the way do you know how that felt seeing that tonight. You stop all contact with me and then all of a sudden you’re telling me I look nice, do you know how you’re making me feel Damiano?” You finally took a breath, not sure if you felt better for finally getting your feelings out, or worse because now everything you felt was out there. 

“Shit” you heard him sigh. 

Silence fell over the two of you, and not an overly comfortable one either.

“I’ll leave you alone now. Thanks for a great week in Italy Dami.” You let out another small sob, ready to hang up and now fully move on from him. 

“Wait. Don’t, please don’t hang up.” You heard him almost beg. “I just, I need a moment to wrap my head around this because this is not how I planned for this to go.” 

Sitting up in your bed, nervous about what he was going to say to you. You picked slightly at your nails anxiously waiting. 

“You know Vic yelled at me today.” He laughed “They all kinda called me out for ghosting you. Made me realise how much of a jerk I was. I was going to call you tomorrow and talk this over with you but hell, I guess now is as good a time as any… I’m sorry. Sorry if I made you feel like I used you, sorry if I hurt you, sorry for all of it. I didn’t plan to see a girl in a bar and all of a sudden have her stuck in my head morning, noon and night. I didn’t plan to hold her tightly in my arms, only for her to leave me hours later. Didn’t plan to have her so deeply embedded into my heart that now all I do is sit here until early hours of the morning while everyone is asleep writing songs about her. I got scared, I’m not going to lie I haven’t felt like this towards anyone before and I didn’t know what to do. Stupidly I thought if I didn’t speak to you I’d get you out of my head, but it didn’t and it just caused me to hurt you instead.” He confessed. “I know this won’t be easy, and we will need to have a proper conversation about it, but you drunk and me sleep deprived right now isn’t a great start but… I like you, a lot, I want to try to make this work.”

You were speechless, this was definitely not what you had expected to come of this phone call at all, yet you couldn’t have asked for anything better. 

“You wrote a song about me?” you could feel yourself blush when hearing that he did that. 

“That's what you took away from that?” he laughed

“Well..is it good?”  

“I wrote it, of course it's good, plus I had a pretty good muse.” 

You felt like you heart was going to burst from that. He’s writing songs about you, he must care. 

“So you really want to try make this work?” you asked, focusing back on the important topic at hand.

“Of course really. You drive me crazy y/n!” He chuckled. “But here's what we are going to do, you are going to go to sleep and prepare for your impending hangover.” You laughed at that “and I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“I don’t know, you’ve told me you’d call me before.” You teased

“Oh I mean it this time, and if I don’t you have full permission to get Victoria involved so that way it’s not going to end well for me.”

“Okay. Deal.”

“I’ll call you tomorrow y/n, get some sleep Amore Mio.” Hearing him call you that again sent butterflies throughout your body. God, you missed him. Missed this. 

“Goodnight Dami.” 

“Buonanotte angelo.”

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Part three ___

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Hi there! I was wondering if I could request an imagine where a victim “escapes” from the slashers and hurts s/o in the process. What would the slashers do during and after? Thank you!!

Hi! I wasn't sure which slashers you wanted for this, so I put my list into a randomizer and went with the first 5!

Walter Sullivan

Thomas Hewitt

Jason Voorhees

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Erik ("The Phantom")

SLASHERS WHOSE VICTIM HURTS THEIR S/O

cw: mentions of suicide, reader being injured/in mortal peril, mentions of torture and killing etc etc

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Walter Sullivan

Oh no. Oh dear.

You are possibly the only good, pure thing in this world or the Otherworld and someone hurt you? Walter is ... not happy, to put it lightly. The only person who should ever hurt you is him, and he won't do that unless it's for your own good.

This only enforces his belief that the world and everyone in it are monstrous. It drives home the truth he's already convinced of - this existence in terrible and torturous and needs to be destroyed if anything holy is ever going to be allowed to blossom again.

Whether The Victim is pre- or post- Walter's suicide, he's already stopping at nothing to go after them. He doesn't view it as personal, he doesn't hold any particular hatred for most (most) of his victims; they're simply links in a chain. But this person, the one who hurt you ... it's personal. They'll die in absolute agony.

If the victim in question is pre-suicide, Walter will bring them down and find somewhere to keep them for later. This will not be a quick death.

While they're bound/gagged or knocked out, he'll check on you. You're special, possibly even the Mother Reborn, and he can't let you die until the time is right. If you're seriously injured, he'll see to it that you're taken to the hospital, and pray to a dead God if he has to that you'll be alright. If you're not seriously injured, he'll do his best to patch you up - he lived on the streets for many years and had to take care of himself, so he knows basic first aid.

Once he's certain you're safe, he will put you somewhere where you won't witness what he's about to do. Even if you want to see it, he'll insist you stay hidden, saying the sinner doesn't deserve to be in your presence. You'll have to really convince him if for some reason you want to watch.

Their torture will depend on what they did to you. If it was just a few scrapes and cuts, he'll let them feel every ounce of pain before they die. If they really hurt you, their torture will be prolonged. In his mind, and according to his religion, death is a sacred sacrament, and this evil being doesn't deserve its release. If they did something to seriously traumatize and/or sully you ... the crime scene he leaves behind is going to be grisly, to put it lightly.

If the victim in question is post-suicide, the results will be similar, but he has absolute control over the Otherworld - and he will utilize that. He will have his creations take care of you and keep you somewhere safe ... they may be terrifying, but they won't hurt you unless he wills it. As for the victim, he can twist them into their worst nightmares over and over again before killing them. He will make them see their wrongdoings and pay for their evil. They will beg for mercy and there will be none.

After it all, he will simply move onto the next one, with you somewhere safe ... until it's time. Until it's time. You are so perfect.

Thomas Hewitt

Dammit. If he'd just been quicker or smarter, he could have caught them before they escaped and hurt you. He immediately blames himself.

There's no time to beat himself up over it, though. He briefly checks to make sure you're not bleeding from anywhere vital and sends you (or locks you up) somewhere safe before going after the victim. You're on your own for first aid for now - unless you're literally dying, he can't let them leave the property.

If you are literally dying, he's staying and doing all he can to help you. But if Hoyt yells, he may have to pawn you off on someone else and hope they do a good job taking care of you. He'll hold your face and give you tender kisses goodbye - whether you want them or not - because this might be the last time he ever sees you.

He chases the victim in a fever, much more erratic than you would expect from him. He's faster, less careful, more inclined to put himself at risk just to get a swing in at them. It's not generally anything personal when he kills someone - it's something he does for the good of his family, and because he was told to. This one he's not interested in saving for meat. They hurt you. You, his special person. He's going to grind them into the mud, and he's not even going to let Hoyt have a go at them.

Sometimes, sometimes, he struggles to see the animals in his victims. But this one ... he doesn't even feel the urge to twist them into an animal. That's a whole human, an evil one, one he wants to kill. It's a different feeling for him.

Once it's all over and everything's calmed down, he's rushing directly to your side. People don't come around all too often, so he's comfortable putting down the chainsaw for now. He neglects any skin projects he planned and lets someone else do the butchering, focusing on taking care of you, especially if you're seriously injured and put up in bed.

If you're not as seriously injured and tell him you're fine, he's still keeping an eye on you ... and making sure you're well-fed. You've been through a lot and it was all his fault. He doesn't want you to be exposed like that again. Next time someone comes around, he'll insist you hide somewhere.

Jason Voorhees

It's a toss up whether or not he'll actually notice you're hurt. Not because he doesn't care or anything, but because Camp Crystal Lake is a lot of ground to cover and there's a low chance he'll be in the same area as you at any given time.

For this imagine, though, let's assume you've found your way to him or he's sensed you're in trouble and has rushed to you.

You were supposed to be safe in the cabin, so he's a little irritated that you wandered out, but that's completely overshadowed when he realizes you're hurt. He stops everything he's doing and clinically and thoroughly pats you down, identifying every solitary injury.

Just like his mother before him, he is a vengeful soul, so he is not letting this go even if you're just scraped or bruised. If you are critically injured, he'll at least get you to the cabin and get a tourniquet on you.

Otherwise, he leaves you behind. Not very mindful, but you should know that he wants you to get back to the cabin or at least stay out of the way. He is no longer thinking of you - he has established his target and knows what he has to do. He's laser focused and decisive as he stalks after them, using anything at his disposal to get to them.

Their death is quick - he doesn't play around - but he has a lingering sense of irony and playfulness. If there's a particularly interesting weapon nearby, he'll take them out with that; or perhaps he'll hurt them in the way they hurt you, just, you know ... more fatal. And a lot gorier.

After that, he'll move onto their friends, until every last one is dead. Once his objective is completed, he is returning to you directly and finishing the job of patching you up.

He can't help but feel a little guilty that you were hurt. You shouldn't have left the cabin, true, but perhaps he should have been watching for you. He should have locked you up. Pamela might say rude things in his head. Then again, she might comfort him. If she doesn't like you, maybe she'll even wish he'd left you to die.

Deacon Billings (OC Ghostface)

Well ... you usually keep him around to scare off other Ghostfaces - something he's very handy at - but you don't usually run into trouble with his victims.

He doesn't really tell you to go anywhere in particular when he's killing. He knows you can take care of yourself. But now he feels stupid for not having a backup plan. Of course some asshole was gonna eventually identify you as his loved one and try to get cute. He should've had something prepared for that.

But, if he's good at anything, it's improvising. He skids into whatever room you're in, drops his weapon, and pulls his mask off right away to check you over. If you're only mildly injured, he's visibly relieved, and tells you to stay put while he deals with whomever hurt you. If you're more seriously injured, he'll grab your phone and shove it in your hand. "Get in the car, get the fuck out of here. Drive to the emergency room if you have to, just leave."

If you're unable to drive, he'll make you call emergency services - or call them for you, if he has to. The game is over, he's done playing; this isn't fun if he's not winning. Everyone in this place is gonna be dead and he'll be long gone by the time the ambulance shows up for you.

The one who hurt you is going to get an extra special surprise. A particularly grisly death, and a bunch of selfies/short videos of Ghostface with the corpse - taken with the victim's own phone, posted to their instagram, tiktok, facebook, sent to any discord groups, and any other social media they have. If he has the time, he'll even make them in meme formats (definitely posting with meme captions, the fucking troll). He'll probably send a copy to you as a "hey, look what I did!"

If there are survivors, especially if that survivor is the one who hurt you, you better believe he is immediately doxxing them. Since he's had a little time to cool down, he might even play the long game, maybe catfishing and blackmailing them. Ruining their pathetic little life even further would be pretty fun. In the end, though, they'll die like all the others.

When all is said and done, he's going to be there for you, helping you recover any way he can. He'd suggest rest (for an amount of time relative to your injury), some movies and candy, maybe some video games. And time spent with your favorite Ghostface, of course, right?

He'll never forget what happened, though. Even though the person is dead, he'll be stewing and pissed off about it for a long, long time. And he won't let something like that happen again, or at least, not without a contingency plan in place.

The hash mark/tally mark he stitches into his costume to symbolize this kill is gonna be twice as long and large as the others, maybe in the place you got hurt as a reminder.

Erik

You already know what's about to happen.

If anyone so much as hurts your feelings they're getting menaced and receiving a strongly worded letter - actually physically harming you? That's suicide.

If he can't immediately kill this person, or if you're seriously injured, his primary objective is helping/comforting you. He has to push down a lot of wrath to do it ... every instinct tells him to immediately dispatch the fiend responsible ... but you are more important to him than anything in this world, even revenge. He will administer any first aid you need and may even drug you with ether to ensure you rest.

Don't think that means your attacker is off the hook, though. As soon as he decides you're well enough, he will put you somewhere safe - lock you away if he has to - and kill them. His preferred method is the Punjab lasso, but if they did something particularly egregious, he'll knock them out and take them to his torture chamber. They have a lesson to learn before they go to Hades.

Another option is, like Deacon, playing the long game ... playing with his food, stalking them, making them live in fear before they die. But he has a lot of wrath in that skinny little body, so it's a toss up as to whether or not he'll actually be able to follow through with that for very long. It depends on his mood, really!

He will keep the killing and torture hidden from you, of course ... unless you express an interest in seeing the vengeance being carried out. He would be worried for you, however, and advise against it. Those sights are not for the faint of heart, and certainly not for someone as beautiful and good as you.

Once all is said and done, it's as if it never happened. As if that person never existed! What a happy thought! Sometimes you even think Erik has completely forgotten the incident ... until he's stalking another victim and he locks you away again, and you remember you are always on his mind. He will never, never let that happen to you again.

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Even the Losers

Chapter 3

Chapter 1     Chapter 2

Monday morning came both too soon and too distant for Marinette’s taste.  She looked up at the dark, intimidating Wayne Enterprises building as she and Max walked past it on their way to the cafe and swallowed hard.  She should have figured she would have to pass by the Wayne Enterprises building at some point, but she still wasn’t ready to see the dominating building so close.  They were a few blocks away and she still had to crane her neck to see the top.

Of course M. Fox would want to meet near his office.  He was already being beyond considerate having the meeting outside of the office building, expecting him to meet far away from his work was excessive.  She could stomach it.  It was just a building.  This meeting was important.  This was Max’s chance to wow M. Fox and get an amazing position.  She took a deep breath and continued forward despite it feeling like wading through increasingly deep water the closer they got to the WE building.

Max touched Marinette’s forearm to gain her attention.  She nearly jumped at his touch but quickly covered with an embarrassed smile and inquisitive hum.  “Are you okay?”

Marinette glanced toward the WE building but quickly looked back to him with an unconvincing smile.  “Yeah, it’s fine,” she tried to assure him.  Judging by the frown forming on his lips, he was unassured.

“Is there anything I should know?” Max asked uncertainly.

“Nothing of consequence,” Mari promised with a weak smile.

Max adjusted his glasses nervously and darted his eyes between Marinette and the sidewalk ahead of them a few times, trying to work up the courage to ask the question on his mind.  “Marinette,” he started slowly.  “You didn’t do anything illegal for the plan.  Did you?”

Marinette whipped her head toward him wide eyed. “What?”

Max cringed under her gaze.  “I just… you’re a very devoted friend and…”  He sighed and looked away.  “I just need to know if we need to worry about the Waynes coming after us.  I’d like to be prepared.”

Marinette's dour expression turned giddy as she started laughing joyfully.  After a minute, she wiped away a tear that had started to form in the corner of her eyes and fixed Max with a sincere look.  “No.  I didn't. None of us did.  I would have, but no laws were broken in the making or execution of this plan.”  She grinned and looped her arm through his, pulling him forward with a lighter step than before.  “I just presented your work to M. Fox and he was extremely impressed.  Come on, the cafe is just around the corner.”

Max gave her an unimpressed look.  “Are you sure?  Because I’m pretty sure I may have violated a few laws tracking down the call you had me trace last week.”

Marinette suddenly froze, her smile becoming significantly weaker.  “That wasn’t part of the plan.  That was a separate quest,” she tried to joke.

“And it just so happened to be M. Wayne’s phone number.”  His skepticism was clear in his voice even if he was too polite to call her out directly.

“It wasn’t part of the plan, really,” she promised quietly.  “That was… It had nothing to do with getting you a job.”

Max opened his mouth to ask another question but was interrupted by Marinette’s phone ringing.  Marinette pulled it out and rolled her eyes at Alya’s name lighting it up.  She hit the button to ignore it with a shrug.  “She’s probably really excited to see how your meeting went and didn’t convert the time correctly,” she laughed to Max.

Max smiled and nodded in agreement.  He opened his mouth to comment but Marinette’s phone started ringing again.  She furrowed her brow at it this time and groaned.  “Very excited,” she grumbled, hitting the ignore button again.

Max opened his mouth again but again was interrupted but this time by his phone and Marinette’s phone.  He pulled it out and looked at it.  “Nino?”

“What the Hell, Alya,” Marinette grumbled.  She was about to hit the accept button so she could yell at Alya to leave them alone but got interrupted by a loud cry right in front of her.

“Hey, it’s you!”

Marinette and Max looked at each other with matching confused looks.  The man that had said it pulled out his phone and switched on a recording device.  “Do you have any comment on the story in today’s paper?” the man, likely a reporter Marinette decided, demanded, shoving his phone in her face so violently, it would have hit her if she hadn’t jerked her face back in time.

Marinette stared at the man for a few seconds, her face scrunching in confusion before quickly smoothing over into an impassive mask. “I haven’t seen the paper this morning. So no, no comment on a story I know nothing about.”

She tried to push past the reporter only for him to move immediately into her path.  She looked around as more people joined, not reporters, she didn’t think, just people interested in finding out what was going on, rather than helping them.  The reporter pushed further in front of her, refusing to let her pass.  He held the day’s Gotham Gazette in front of her face.  Marinette had to back away in order to actually be able to read the headline.

She had to consciously force her eyes to stop from widening in front of the audience.  She forced her breathing to slow as her eyes scanned the headline and picture.  Across the top of the page in bold, block font was the headline ‘More than One New Wayne Introduced’ above a picture of her and Adrien speaking with Bruce Wayne. She glanced at the caption below the picture, her nose wrinkling in annoyance at the words.  “Newly discovered Wayne, Marinette Cheng Wayne introduces fiancé Adrien Agreste to her father, Bruce Wayne.”

Max gasped at the headline and cocked his head to the side in confusion.  He looked between it and Marinette a few times.  He opened his mouth to comment on how ludicrous it was but decided to defer to however Marinette wanted to handle it.  Instead, he gripped her arm in an attempt to show support and looked around them, calculating different plans to get them out of the crowd.

Marinette took a calming breath and looked back at the reporter with a cool gaze.  “You couldn’t even be bothered to get the names of the people involved correct.  I have little interest in reading the rest, which is likely as poorly researched.  Now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment to get to.”  

She tried to move around the reporter but he stepped in front of her, only centimeters between them as he did, and leaned closer to her.  “Why haven’t we heard of you before Ms. Cheng?  Embarrassed about your family’s history with crime in our city,” he cocked his head to the side and gave her a vicious grinned.  “Or was it your family that was embarrassed about you?”

Marinette bit her tongue hard enough to draw blood and glared at the man.  “It sounds like you are insinuating the Waynes are associated with crime in Gotham. Surely you didn’t mean to insinuate such a thing, right?  Such as slanderous comment,” she tutted in a condescending tone.  “I’m sure whatever publication you’re working for would not appreciate such a careless, defamatory, negligent comment.”

The man puffed out his cheeks, which were quickly becoming red with anger.  He tensed his body.  Marinette tensed hers in response.  What he intended to do exactly, she’d never know because just at that moment, the man froze as a hand settled hard on his shoulder.  “I can assure you that is exactly the kind of allegation Mr. Wayne and Wayne Enterprises would both pursue legal action over.  Now, I believe the young lady said she had an appointment,” Lucius Fox said with a cutting smile.

The reporter scowled at Lucius, but backed away. The crowd of people around parted at his presence.  Marinette shot him a grateful smile.  “Ms. Dupain Cheng, Mr. Kante,” Lucius nodded to them both.  “Are you ready?”

Marinette and Max nodded and moved toward the café ahead of him.  The host led them to a spot toward the back where they could have some privacy.  Marinette touched Max’s shoulder.  She gave him a concerned look.  Max’s eyes darted forward to Lucius and back to Marinette. He nodded then jerked his head toward her.  The smile she plastered on was even less convincing than her earlier one, but Max pretended like it wasn’t.  He leaned closer to her, speaking quietly enough that nobody could hear him.  “You should let Adrien and Alya know.”

Marinette sucked in a breath and looked toward her phone warily.  It was still ringing and chiming nonstop.  She turned it off and leaned closer to Max.  “Markov, can you text Alya and Adrien and let them know we’re all okay but I turned off my phone for a while.  If they need me they can text you or Max and we plan on returning to the hotel immediately after this meeting.  If you both are okay with that.”  Max nodded and lifted the flap for his messenger bag to reveal Markov sitting atop her folded up gala dress.  Markov looked between the two of them and gave Marinette a resolute nod.

“Thank you, Markov,” Marinette whispered, trusting his sensitive sensors to hear her.

When they arrived at the table, Lucius waited for the host to retreat before looking over to Marinette with a concerned look. “Did you need a break for a few minutes or to call anyone?”

Marinette gave him a tight, strained smile and shook her head.  “No, thank you.  I’ll be fine.”  She would make it through this.  She wasn’t going to cry.  She could wallow in self-recriminations later.  Right now, she needed to focus on making sure Max was given his shot.

Lucius nodded and looked down at the menu the waitress brought over.  After a few minutes of silence he glanced over to Marinette.  “Always something going on in Gotham.”  If Marinette didn’t know better she would think his tone was apologetic.

“Certainly has been full of surprises,” she stated instead, focusing on the menu.

“Certainly puts certain interactions at the gala a new perspective,” he observed carefully, keeping his eyes on his own menu.

Marinette’s focus sharpened on the menu in her hands. Her jaw tensed and her lips thinned. “I’m sure you will understand, M. Fox, when I say my private life is not something I care to discuss with people I do not know well.”

Lucius nodded.  “I do.”  He looked over the menu for a few seconds, keeping his face buried in the menu, he lifted his eyes to observe Max, noting his stiff posture.  His eyes were darting over to Marinette every so often and worrying his lip.  “You understand you could have just gotten him a position.  One phone call is all it would have taken.  You didn't need to go through all of this.”  His eyes flicked over to Marinette as he spoke.

Marinette met his eyes, a fierce set to them.  “He doesn't need somebody to get him a position,” she snapped.  “He's brilliant. He just needed somebody to see him.  He just needed an even playing field to shine. He didn’t need me calling in favors.  He’s earned the attention he gets.”

Lucius stared at her for a few seconds, analyzing her before finally coming to a decision.  He set his menu down and nodded curtly.  “No, he does not need help.  His work speaks for itself.  I spent the weekend researching you, Mr. Kante, and I have to say, you are an impressive young man.  You are exactly the kind of talent we seek out.  The fact that we didn’t speaks to the utter failure that our recruiting staff has been.  And I must apologize for what happened to you.  We will be reviewing Mr. Rabler’s actions since he was employed by us to properly deal with any other incidents such as yours.”

Max nodded, adjusting his glasses with a satisfied smile.  He was saved from trying to come up with a response when the waitress came back to take their orders.  There was a brief lull after the waitress left, Max and Marinette both uncertain where to push the discussion next and waiting for M. Fox to drive the conversation.

“Now, if I did my research correctly,” Lucius started with a secretive smile, “then I expect you have someone else with you.” He looked pointedly at Max’s bag.

Max’s smile turned sheepish and he opened his bag to let Markov come out.  “This is Markov.  I was hoping he would be able to work with me.”

“Of course,” Lucius nodded in agreement.  “It is nice to meet you, Markov.”

Markov zipped up higher in excitement.  “It is very exciting to meet you, M. Fox.  I have found very exciting information about you and Wayne Enterprises.”

Lucius chuckled.  “That is good to hear.  We will have no issue with Markov working with you, but we have added several sections to your contract to cover what Markov is allowed to do and what he isn’t. We have a lot of sensitive material, as I’m sure you are aware.  We are quite paranoid about protecting it.  We have also come up with a contract for Markov, but legal says we have to add sections to your contract as well since legally, Markov is not considered his own entity.”

Marinette beamed at Lucius and squeezed Max’s hand under the table, never more certain than at that moment that Max was going to be taken care of.  Max pretended to adjust his glasses so he could wipe at his eyes.  He looked over to Markov to gauge his response.  Seeing the weepy eye display, Max smiled and looked back at Lucius.  “Thank you, M. Fox for your consideration.  It means a lot to us both.”

Lucius gave him a soft smile and looked over to Marinette.  “We also have a contract for you, Ms. Dupain Cheng.  I had legal draw it up yesterday.  Not excited to work on a Sunday,” he shrugged guiltily, “but we gave them a lot of compensation for their time.  I drew it up before I knew of any other… associations so Mr. Wayne may want to modify it, but it is there if you are interested.  We will need a designer for the project, someone with intricate knowledge of fabrics and a demonstrated ability to work with them. Given your involvement thus far and your work on the dress for the gala, you seemed like the natural choice.”

Marinette looked down and took a breath.  She looked over to Max to see how he was faring. He gave her a supportive smile and nodded to her.  “As I said before, that is kind of you to offer but I have other plans that do not involve Wayne Enterprises.  And my ‘involvement’ thus far has been getting your attention.  It would likely be better for the project if you continued without me.”

“That is not strictly accurate,” Markov spoke up.

Max nodded in agreement.  “Your help was invaluable, Marinette.  Not only your insight into different characteristics in different fabrics and how changes affected the elements of the fabric, but also the different approaches to problem solving.  I could not have done this without you,” Max stated earnestly. He turned to Lucius.  “She worked with me to explain tensile strength and different weaves and how that would affect how the fabric appears and what you can do with it.”

Marinette’s eyes widened and she looked over to Lucius quickly.  “He’s being modest.  He did the work.  He came up with the formulas.  He…”

She was interrupted by the arrival of the waitress with their food.  Lucius waited for the waitress to leave before he sent her a soft smile.  “I understand collaboration, Ms. Dupain Cheng. Mr. Kante’s words don’t make me doubt his work.  If anything, it confirms my faith in him.  I also researched you this weekend, Ms. Dupain Cheng.  You are quite talented.  Your designs are elegant and bold and you personally have always gone out of your way to help your community.  Those are all ideals Wayne Enterprises strives for.  Along with what Mr. Kante said, you should know, I’ll be pursuing you and it has absolutely nothing to do with your…. With Mr. Wayne.”

Marinette looked down to her plate with a blush and nodded.  “Thank you, M. Fox.  I will consider it, but…” she furrowed her brow in frustration, not knowing how to say what she was thinking and not knowing if she should even if she could.

“You have time to consider it, Ms. Dupain Cheng. But for now, we should eat.  The food here is extremely good.” Marinette’s shoulders relaxed and she sent him another grateful smile.  She looked over to Max and Markov and smiled before taking a bite of her breakfast.  “Now, Mr. Kante, I would love to hear more about your invention, unless you would prefer to wait until the contract is signed.”  Max smiled excitedly at Lucius and pulled out the dress as he described the process for working on the fabric while Marinette and Markov looked on proudly.

Chapter 4

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