#he also couldn't figure out how to see the comments cause the comments only showed who followed him lol

[minhosblr]

T.leeknowsaurus first insta live aka. Minho not being satisfied with instagram's filters for 18 minutes straight

#bystay #createskz #linosource #stray kids #lee know #*m.gif #*minho #analook #kpopccc #malegroupsnet #stays kept telling him stuff would happen if he did thumbs up and he called them scammers when nothing happened #someone asked him why he touched jeongin's whole face during s-class and he was like “why? can't I touch what is mine? Is there a problem?” #he also said he had his hair cut really short for their break and the stylists told him not to cut his hair anymore and he debated #on ignoring them and doing it anyway #the pain it brings me to know he wants short hair when i'm a loyal long-haired minho stan :( #he also couldn't figure out how to see the comments cause the comments only showed who followed him lol #he said the filters were boring and pretended to end the live because of it #there was a cat filter but it was a wineglass and not a cat and he wasn't satisfied #stays were annoying and told him not to do filters as always stays let him have his fun!! >:(

[chasedbyatlantic]

puppy love, joel miller

summary: IN WHICH — when joel is upset, you do anything and everything in your power to cheer him up. this means showing him your new guitar skills, while singing one of his favourite songs to him.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson!joel, implied relationship, gender!neutral reader, sub!joel, lovey dovey joel and reader, ellie being a little shit once again, swearing, literally all fluff because i can, brief mention of death/killing (very very brief! shows up like two times), bad descs of guitar playing since i haven't played in like 10 years LOL, lmk if i missed anything!

wordcount: 2.3k

a/n: my second fic!!!!! i sort of love this one?? also tysm for the love on my first! looking for moots too! hmu if you wanna <3 make sure to reblog, like, and comment on this plz and thank u! if u have any requests for a fic lmk (dms r open for it!) more to come soon xoxo

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God only knew what time it was. You had an infuriating day at work, training all new people on how to successfully patrol Jackson's surrounding areas, and how to not- well, die. This was always your least favourite time of year, to say the least. All the "fresh meat" had been selected to be potential patrolers, and they had to go through extensive training to make sure they were one hundred percent qualified and committed to the role.

Both you and Joel were practically put into this role by Maria (Joel's sister-in-law), not by force, but more of a "you would be doing the entire Jackson community a whole favour if you did this" sort of thing - guilt, most would say. Maria had even tried to get Ellie to help train people, but Joel almost killed Maria by his glare when she brought it up to the two of you.

Even though you hated this role in the community, you think Joel liked it. He had a bit too much fun getting to put kids in check, and humble them big time. At least it was only for a few months, you had kept reminding yourself. The few months were from early June until late September, though - the hottest months of the year. The before dawn wake up calls, and after dusk ends would only last for another month, since it was sometime in the middle of August right now.

After getting home extremely late, around an hour or two ago, you had already taken a shower and changed into more comfortable clothes before you went and sat on your back porch. Even though you didn't want to be outside anymore than you had to right now, Ellie had one of her friends over and wanted privacy. You love the kid, so you gave her the privacy (not much privacy, only hanging out in the living room of your home).

You were able to tell Joel was finished with his shower when you heard high-pitched and muffled screams coming from inside the house behind you. Just as you went to turn your head around to see what exactly the commotion he was causing inside was, the familiar figure of Joel Miller left the glass door, with the door slamming shut behind him. "Everything alright in there, cowboy?" You hummed to him as the nickname rolled off your tongue, scooching over on the step you were seated on to give the man some room to sit.

"Fucking Christ," He started as he took a seat next to you, "they were paintin' their nails, or somethin'. Said I wasn't allowed anywhere near 'em in that room, or they'd be off with me." Joel had grunted once he was completely lowered on this step, his bones weren't as good as they used to he would say.

This earned a snort from you, "No way- Ellie's paintin' her nails? Your girl's really growin' up, Joel." You couldn't believe she was doing this, to be honest. Ellie had stated to both you and Joel that she was not girly whatsoever, and would rather turn into a clicker than wear a dress or do her makeup. After you had said this to Joel, he looked to be upset. He didn't want Ellie growing up, his girl growing up. "Joking, joking."

He took his eyes off of you, and moved them forward. "Nah, you're right," Joel had sighed, "she won't need me soon. Soon she'll-" He had trailed off, quiet now. Fuck- why did you bring this up, you had thought to yourself. You could only place your hand on Joel's thigh. "She'll always need you, Joel. Shit, she'd be death without ya'. Lighten up a bit baby, she ain't going anywhere."

Joel knew it was true, he was just having a really emotional moment right now, it was most likely from being up since five in the morning. "Dunno 'bout that." He had only muttered, placing his hand over yours. You tsked, putting some pressure on his thigh as you got up in an awkward fashion. "Where are ya'-"

"I have an idea, hold on." You had cut him off, making your way back inside. You were engulfed by the sounds of laughter as soon as you stepped foot through the patio door. You were silent about it, not wanting to bother Ellie or her friend. You had silently moved to the house's spare room, where the three of you put anything and everything. You had grabbed what you were looking for almost instantly (it had a distinct shape) and made your way back outside.

Joel turned his head once you had stepped outside again, his eyes moving down to what you had in hand, then gaining eye contact. "Is that my-" he couldn't even finish his sentence. You grinned as you pulled the lawn chair over, placing the case on the floor and unlatching the sides. You had picked up the piece of polished wood and string and placed the curved part on top of your knee.

"Okay so," You had started as Joel turned around to give you his full attention. He looked handsome like this- more than handsome, actually. The way the dull light from inside of your home highlighted his face almost perfectly- ugh, you couldn't get enough of it. "From all of the, sort of, free time I have had in the last few months, I decided to sort of, really badly, learn a few songs?" It came out more of a question than it did a statement, and Joel took notice of this with only a laugh in return.

"Anything ya' play'll be gorgeous, baby." Joel could only look at you in complete awe; if he didn't love you one hundred percent before, he sure as fuck did now. Instead of sitting down, Joel stood up and was now leaning against the wooden beam behind him. He towered over you, only inches away- this got you on even more of an edge.

"Okay, please don't kill me if I don't get the chords right- I don't think I read the notes properly." You awkwardly chuckle as you avoid eye contact with Joel at the current second. Joel knows a guitar from the inside-out, but even if you messed up, he would not care at all. You took the time to learn his favourite instrument, and this only put him in an ecstatic mood.

"Pick a number one through three." You told him as you move your left hand up the neck, and your right arm drooped over the body. "Three." He replied almost too fast, he was just so eager to hear you play.

You brought your fingers through the strings before you started, making sure it was in tune. You glance up towards Joel, "It's in tune, right?" You ask him. A chuckle escapes his lips as he nods, "Don't worry baby, it is."

You (unfortunately) tore your eyes apart from Joel's as you focus on both your left and right hands now. Multitasking was hard for you before this, so you struggled a bit to play. You inhale slowly, placing your fingers on the top three strings on the fingerboard. You strum from both left and right, meeting to the middle string as the first chord.

"And they called it puppy love," your voice was quiet and sounded more hoarse than relaxed, which you mentally slapped yourself for. Before hounding yourself about it even more, you had to focus on changing the chords another four times as you repeated the strumming rhythm.

"Oh, I guess they'll never know," There wasn't any moving, or talking, or breathing (from the sound of it) from Joel. He was just- mesmerized, mesmerized by what you had been doing with your fingers, with your voice, with everything. If the world hadn't gone to shit, you most definitely would've had a big breakout as an up-and-coming music star, he had thought to himself.

"How a young heart, how it really feels, and why I love him so," You had changed the lyrics, and Joel noticed - you changed "her" to "him". Honestly, Joel only noticed because it was you singing it (and he loved you deeply), and that whenever he would spend time with his grandfather when he was little, this song was played a million times. Had he ever told you about his love for this song, or was it just a coincidence?

"And they called it puppy love," You repeated yourself, emotion starting to seep through your voice. "Just because we're seventeen," If you weren't so lost in your train of thought, of remembering where to put your fingers for the next chord, and the correct strumming pattern, and the lyrics, you would've noticed Ellie and her friend silently sneak out onto the porch.

"Tell them all, it isn't fair. To take away my only dream," You had paused strumming for a single second, it sounded like a dramatic pause in Joel's eyes. You had just completely lost your breath from a combination of singing and nerves. After the (painfully long, you thought) second was over, you started once again.

"I cry each night, my tears for you. My tears are all in vain," The chord pattern you had going changed for the last time, and your strums started to sound quiet, your voice dying out while all of this happened. Joel took notice of this, standing up completely now (from leaning against the wooden beam behind). The two girls behind you were still so silent, almost just as mesmerized with you as Joel was.

"Oh, I'll hope and pray, that maybe someday," You inhale as your thumb starts to brush down from the highest string to the lowest string, "You'll be back in my arms once again." A loud exhale falls through your mouth, followed by the two girls bursting out with clapping and compliments. This does nothing short than scaring the absolute fuck out of you, causing the guitar to slip out of your grip.

Luckily, with Joel being completely focused on you, he had came to the rescue and snatched the guitar before it had fell on the ground. You shoot him an apologetic look before turning around to the two girls, he just looks at you with understanding eyes. "You guys almost made me drop the fuckin' thing- how long were you there for?" You question them, eyeing between the two. Their clapping hands were now silent and playing with their thumbs, almost nervous from you.

"Ya' know what, it doesn't matter. Inside- go, it's bedtime." You had scolded the two, as if you were their mother. Ellie's friend had opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by Ellie gripping her hand and yanking her back inside. You start to turn back to face Joel, after snapping. "Fuck, we can never have a minute of fuckin' sile-".

He cut you off by smashing his lips into yours. He was acting as if though he was touch deprived, if he hadn't seen you for years. You two just move in sync for what feels like forever (not that you're complaining, though), before you pull away.

Before you have the chance to say anything, Joel brings you to your feet and sets the guitar down on your previous seat, embracing you in a tight hug. You can feel his rough facial hair on the exposed parts of your neck as he exhales, you definitely don't mind. "I needed that more than anythin', darlin'." He admits to you.

"Anythin' for my favourite person." You remind him, bringing your hand to the back of his head. It was true, you would do anything for this man. You would steal for him, kill for him, anything he wanted.

The sun was threatening to peak through the moonlit skies, you knew you two had to be up and about soon enough, but that didn't stop you. You were laying in bed together, tangled between each other's arms. The covers were kicked off your shared bed, and a small breeze cruising the room every so often from the open windows.

"I think it's true." You had broken the comfortable silence that filled the room. Joel didn't move from his position (half of his body on you), just hummed with his eyes staying shut. "What is, baby?"

"The song- fuck, I don't want to sound cheesy or nothin'." You admit, before continuing, "You just, ya' know, I love you's all." You send a small squeeze through Joel's hand, that vibrates his entire body. This results in him dropping your hand and lifting it to wrap around your chest. "Nothin' cheesy 'bout that." His voice was even more hoarse than when you had lost your fears of singing in front of someone, in front of Joel. You now went silent, just loving his embrace.

"Darlin'?" He now broke the silence after a minute or two, eyes still shut and not moving whatsoever. You gave a hum in response, just like he did earlier. "Ya' said to pick a number between three before ya' played earlier, were the other options real?" This was your favourite, vulnerable Joel.

"It was, and before you ask-" you pause, bringing your hand to the back of his head, just like earlier. You ran your fingers through his restless curls. "-I'll play the rest for ya'. Promise." Joel had obviously liked this answer, as he responded with a sloppy kiss to your collarbone.

You would learn every lyric in the world, every chord in the world, every strum in the world, just for Joel to be happy. You didn't want anything more in this world than for him to be happy. If he was happy, so were you.

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puppy love, paul anka

#joel miller x reader #joel miller #joel tlou #tlou #tlou2 #ellie williams #ellie tlou #ell #ellie the last of us #joel the last of us #joel miller the last of us #ellie williams the last of us #joel x you #joel x reader #x reader #gn reader #chasedbyatlantic #joel #miller #the last of us

[babyyhoneyyyyy]

⋆.˚✮ 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖎𝖗𝖑 ✮˚.⋆ - One Shot [h.s]

Storyline: After concluding a public relationship on unfavorable terms, singer Madison Moore decides to sever all ties with her boyfriend. However, a year after their separation, she crosses paths with him again at an awards ceremony, where he makes his entrance accompanied by his new girlfriend – the same one Madison once suspected of cheating on her. Nevertheless, she no longer possesses the same docile and soft personality she used to have and when she realizes her ex is attempting to approach her, she chooses to immerse herself in a casual conversation, coincidentally encountering her primary rival in the music industry, Harry Styles. Word count: +9k Smut: 🔞

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Diamonds sparkle around my neck, while pearls delicately rest on my ears. A charming set of jewelry has been carefully chosen for the evening, creating a perfect combination with the black dress I selected for the red carpet.

The fabric hugs my figure precisely, displaying a dark yet radiant shade that reflects tiny glints under the light. The standout features are its pronounced V-neck and the leg slit, adding a revealing touch to the ensemble. My hair complements the look with a lace-up that falls down my back, leaving my forehead exposed.

I glance once again at the small clock showing the time through the mirror's reflection. It's nine fifteen, and there are just a few minutes left until the rest of the team arrives, and we all head to tonight's location in the van.

I close my eyes for a brief moment, letting them open again as my reflection appears before me. In another moment, the red lips might have seemed excessive, but tonight they were more than appropriate if I aimed to make an impact. A long-awaited display of recognition, only possible with suggestive clothing and a mischievous look.

I knew these tricks well; I had been using them for a few months and had become almost an expert. However, I couldn't really complain; they provided me with confidence and a sense of control, as only I knew how far to go and how much to reveal.

I hear my nickname being called by my manager, beckoning me from the other side of the door, signaling that the moment has arrived.

I let out a final sigh, giving one last glance at my reflection in the mirror, and with a small affirmative gesture, I make my way to the door. I unlock the latch and move down the hallway.

"How do I look?" I ask once I see my entire team getting ready to leave my apartment. Their gazes immediately shift to my face and gradually descend to my outfit, creating a subtle interplay between my face and figure in a silence that was beginning to feel almost unsettling.

Then, Allyson, my best friend and the person who would also accompany me to the gala, more at my request, approached me, dropping her hands onto my shoulders and holding me lightly while allowing a cheeky gaze to traverse my body once again.

"Incredibly hot," she replied with a side smile. If I didn't know her better, I would even say she was flirting with me.

"You look like a freaking superstar," Sandy, my agent, joined by my side, commented with a radiant smile that I didn't hesitate to reciprocate.

"A very sexy one," added Allyson.

"Seems like she got the memo," I responded to Sandy, throwing a glance at my friend while I simply watched their interaction with amusement.

"Time's running out. People are already asking if you'll show up, Maddy". I hear the voice of one of the technicians, prompting my manager, my best friend, and me to hurry and exit immediately.

I feel a slight tug on my arm, causing me to turn my head back. I observe Sandy, who looks at me with her typical observant and serene expression before any event, always trying to convey the same message to me.

"You're going to fuck everyone tonight". A smile escapes me due to her choice of words, as I playfully nod, and she takes my arm, finally allowing us to exit the apartment.

The noise of the city intensified as we navigated its streets. The neon signs became more prominent, and some cars honked their horns. Although I would have enjoyed observing the characteristic brightness of Hollywood, the driver's announcement that we had arrived only made my heart beat faster. The once bustling atmosphere provided by the streets was now fueled by fans waiting outside the venue.

The van's polarized windows prevented them from seeing me from the inside, but somehow, magically, some people had already started chanting my name. A smile spread across my face, feeling more confident as we headed towards the location predetermined by the team. I observed the various faces approaching the van, trying unsuccessfully to see beyond, but still shouting random names until they landed on the right one.

I checked my small bag, pulled out my mirror, and refreshed my lips with the lipstick I had specifically chosen for tonight. I took a deep breath a couple of times, practicing a breathing technique I had been taught since my early days in the industry, trying to focus on all the positive things that had happened up to that point. I was about to participate in one of the highlights of my career, not just as a guest but practically as the potential winner and the main star of the night. I was at the top, and no one could stop me.

My nod was enough for the back door to open, allowing my heel to finally touch the red carpet. The noise intensified, ringing loudly in my ears as the choruses of my name created a buzz around me. Camera flashes accompanied my descent as I tilted my head slightly to mark my steps on the pavement.

I stood in the center of the carpet, striking various poses for the photographers, keeping my face with a serene expression, and, on some occasions, with a smile. I began to move away as the pleading shouts for me to stay faded away. Allyson gently took my arm, occasionally smiling at the paparazzi still trying to get our attention as we entered the venue, followed by my team.

As we made our way through the backstage hallways, I could hear the voices of the presenters. I watched different technicians move around us, greeting me as they recognized me. Some even asked me to take a photo, a request to which I gladly agreed.

My heels lost prominence as we approached, overshadowed by the buzz of the show taking place in the main hall.

"Maddy," I hear Sandy's voice behind me, taking a moment to address me while she seems to be immersed in a phone conversation. "You should start getting ready," she informs me.

"Of course" I reply, making her nod before she returns to her phone call. I glance at my best friend, who has let go of my arm and looks at me with a pout. We both knew that her seat was reserved at the assigned table inside the hall, and I had to head to the dressing rooms to change.

"At least you'll wait for me next to Shawn Mendes" I mention, giving her a playful nudge as she regains a smile.

"You're absolutely right," she replies. A smile lights up her face, and before I can leave, she takes my hand, drawing my attention again. Ally is not known for being an especially emotional person; in fact, I used to surpass her in that aspect. However, lately, her emotions have started to emerge, which is saying a lot considering I've known her for more than half of my life. The expression she wears right now is more than enough to make my heart swell. A tenderness that adds sweetness to our friendship and makes me feel grateful for it every day.

"You're going to do wonderfully, although you already know it," she says, gently squeezing my hand. I feel the excitement rise through my body, finally manifesting in the growing moisture in my eyes. I blink a bit as I look up, preventing the tears from actually coming out. "I love you, Maddy. Good luck".

Oh, dear, I hate getting so emotional to the point of crying in these situations.

Unable to contain myself, I move closer to her, releasing our hand grip and enveloping her in an affectionate hug. Finally, I pull away and nod.

"I love you too, thank you". I reply, finally letting her go to continue her way into the hall, where the noise returns once the door leading directly to the entrance opens.

Again, the sound of my heels echoed on the floor, this time as I headed towards the path that led to the dressing rooms. As I advanced, some technicians greeted me until I reached the door with a star bearing my name. Under my hand on the lock, turning the knob as the dressing room materialized in front of me.

Immediately, I was enveloped by the scent of vanilla. Warm lights illuminated the room, matching the furniture in beige tones, including a sofa, a dressing table, and a small table with dried fruits, fresh ones, and bottles of water.

However, my attention focused on the rack beside the furniture. I approached and took off the cover that was suspended on a hook. I placed it on the chair, spreading it out as I unzipped the garment bag, finally revealing the outfit I would wear that night.

My performance would be marked by a yellow ensemble that had been tailored for me some time ago. It consisted of a ruffled top and a matching skirt, providing additional volume to my figure. Although it exposed my abdomen, allowing me the flexibility to dance and move freely on stage thanks to the small shorts I wore under the skirt.

It was a beautiful and practical outfit. It had been in my closet for a long time, and this was the perfect occasion to wear it.

I placed my belongings on the dressing table and secured the dressing room door for more privacy. Dressing was straightforward; however, removing the dress presented some difficulty. Nevertheless, I finally managed to replace it on the dress stand and hang it on the rack.

I turned towards the full-length mirror in the corner of the room, allowing my image to be seen from head to toe, highlighting the combination of yellow that enhances my skin tone and subtly adds volume.

I heard a tapping on the door, and I approached to open it, allowing Sandy's figure to enter the dressing room. I didn't stand up to show her my outfit, as she had witnessed the tailoring process from the beginning. Instead, I sit at the vanity and pull out the makeup I had brought for touch-ups, quickly changing the shade of my lipstick so I can blend in with my outfit and also to mattify my face with powder.

I felt calm until that moment, mentally reviewing the choreographies I would perform. However, when my nickname came out of my manager's lips, I immediately looked at her. I knew Sandy long enough, from my beginnings in this industry, and I could already discern precisely when something was not right.

"What happened?" I immediately ask, although silence persists from Sandy's side. She has chosen to sit on the couch, watching me through the mirror. "Sandy, tell me now, you're making me nervous". I say.

I see a sigh escape her lips as she nods towards me and says, "It's about your performance".

My breathing starts to become uneven as infinite possibilities take shape before me. I remain calmly silent for a moment until I decide to respond.

"Okay..." I affirm, maintaining composure regarding the situation, and wait to get more details. "What happened with that?"

"They said we have to cut it down," she replies at the same time my confusion arises. This time, Sandy doesn't wait for me to ask additional questions and proceeds to explain, "Now, you'll only have time for one song, then you'll have to leave the stage to make way for the next artist".

My eyes narrow in her direction, I turn my back to her, and lean on the back of my seat at the dressing table.

What exactly did she mean by that?

"Next artist?" I ask still confused. "I thought I was the main performance".

"That's right," she replies. "But, apparently, there was a sudden change of plans because they need to add someone else in that slot".

I continue to watch her attentively, examining each of her gestures. She clearly seems nervous, but I feel like she's hiding something more.

"Who?" I venture to ask. The question is enough for Sandy to shake her head repeatedly and get up from her seat on the couch. I watch as she starts pacing around the dressing room, holding her phone and typing at the same time. I call her again, but her response is limited to giving me a look and remaining silent. "Sandy, I was promised a full performance. I've practiced for months to occupy an entire slot, not to be limited to just a few minutes. At the very least, I deserve to know who it is".

Sandy's eyebrows furrow, showing an internal struggle to reveal the truth. Finally, after a sigh that reflects her unease, she utters the name of the responsible party: "It's Harry Styles".

Of all people in this damn industry.

I sigh with frustration and look at myself again in the dressing room mirror. The light illuminates the space, covering my entire face and clearly reflecting my furrowed brow and a pout beginning to form on my lips.

What was originally going to be a complete performance of about ten minutes will now be reduced to only four, with just enough time to present my latest single.

I was upset, or rather, furious. I had dedicated months of effort and rehearsals to this, preparing to occupy an entire slot where I would not only present one but two songs, each with its own set design and choreography. And now, all that work was going to be wasted by having to involuntarily share the spotlight with someone else.

And worst of all, that someone else turned out to be him.

Harry embodied all the negative aspects of my career, being my number one rival since my position began to rise rapidly. There was a time when I considered that his growing popularity along with mine could be seen as a positive boost for my career, but it turned out to be the opposite when I realized he saw it as competition.

At one point, he snatched a venue where I was supposed to give a show. I tried to communicate with his team at that time and eventually with him, thinking it was a mistake. However, when I received a small note on my phone with a headline showing him laughing at the situation and even making sarcastic references to my loss in the middle of his own show, I decided that things needed to change in that regard. 

I could tolerate many things, but I wouldn't allow him and his actions to leave my fans and me hanging.

"I'm really sorry, Maddy. I did my best, but they insisted on sharing the space". I hear Sandy's words, feeling her closer and visualizing her behind me, leaning on the chair that still supports my body.

I nod finally, aware that the issue was not in her hands to resolve, as it transcended our team.

I hear three knocks on the door, announcing that it was time to go. I check myself once again, making sure my makeup is still intact, and rise from my seat, also adjusting my skirt.

"Fuck them all. Let's go".

I hear Sandy's laughter beside me, leading the way as the dressing room door opens, allowing me to re-enter the bright light of the hallways. Most of my team is waiting for me. I greet the dancers who will accompany me with a smile and join them as applause fills the space. My team makes the moment more lively, allowing us to perform a small ritual that has become a tradition for us before each performance. We join our hands and raise them with cheers of excitement.

This is how I finally position myself behind the stage, gaining confidence as I turn my back to the audience. With my right hand, I hold the microphone and squeeze it tightly at least three times, inhaling air as I adjust my breathing.

Until I see the stage light up with blue lights, I close my eyes and let the music fill my ears, a chorus of screams chanting my name initiating my performance.

The performance unfolds exceptionally. The dancers beside me don't hesitate to execute strength in their steps, and I, in turn, accompany them beyond necessity. I put into practice all the breathing exercises, holding the high notes perfectly. All the effort is reflected in the applause and screams around me when the music stops and the lights intensify the drama.

I stayed on stage for an additional time, under everyone's gaze, waiting for the team's signal to descend from the platform. I raise my hand and give a small wave to everyone, receiving warm smiles, many of them from faces familiar to me in the industry.

The cue comes through my in-ear monitors, and with the dim lighting present, I descend from the stage at the back.

My team welcomes me with hugs and some applause as we return to the backstage. However, I sense the music resurfacing once again with a sound of trumpets that extends throughout the environment, triggering my inevitable curiosity.

I turn slightly backward, watching the bright light flooding the stage again in a warm tone, this time accompanied by a tall man who exhibits a unique presence that I have had the chance to witness on a few occasions, and he wears a suit that fits perfectly to his body, made of a fabric that seems to be leather.

I make a small grimace as I see him confidently traverse the stage, as if I had never appeared in this one, looking at the people as his own and quickly winning them over with his movements. The audience erupts in cheers when he drops what appears to be a green feather boa, revealing his bare torso, covered only by his leather jacket.

Not wanting to see any more, I turn around and head back to my dressing room, ready to change my clothes and head this time to the new place where the after party would take place.

I opted for a dress in a celestial shade and also fitted to my body, although the fabrics of this one had a subtle dewy effect that I loved.

As I enter the new lounge, I am greeted by upbeat music from a DJ and the dark lights in shades of red and blue become familiar with my dress. I sense greetings from a few industry acquaintances before finally finding my best friend in the crowd. Near a table at the bar, Ally was actively engaged in a conversation with the guy we once talked about, and then I began to doubt whether I should interrupt.

My lips concealed to prevent my smile from being too evident as I approached, but my gaze shifted, and immediately, I regretted it when I felt my steps instinctively stop.

A few feet away, I spotted Joe with his distinctive brown hair, recognizable to me. However, that wasn't all; next to him, a young blonde placed her hand on his shoulder, carelessly approaching his face while smiling at him.

At that moment, I couldn't pinpoint exactly the feeling I was experiencing, except for the paralysis of my heart that prompted me to continue watching their interaction. I mean, it wasn't common to meet my worst ex again, let alone witness his audacity in introducing the woman I discovered was his lover for much of our relationship.

I felt like I could vomit at any moment, and everything seemed to get worse when I sensed that Joe's gaze shifted from the girl beside him to me.

I felt the world crumbling around me, forcing me to blink and look away, although it was already too late when, from the corner of my eye, I saw his figure starting to approach.

Although Ally was still immersed in her conversation with Shawn, I no longer cared about interrupting them. But they were both far enough away that trying to get there in a hurry would be a hopeless endeavor.

So my only option was to turn around and head back to the dressing rooms, which ended only in colliding with another body in the attempt.

"Have you gotten lost all the way to your table now?" I hear Harry's characteristic husky voice, revealing his presence in front of me with a completely revamped outfit, still in dark tones, wearing a suit that seemed to be crafted from a wool-like fabric, though I couldn't pinpoint it due to the dim lighting. What was completely visible was his torso, now covered by a bividi.

A sigh escapes me. This was the last thing I needed.

"I forgot something in my dressing room," I reply.

"Still your dressing room?" he asks mockingly, causing a furrow in my eyebrows. "I thought once your performance was over, your name simply vanished from that door".

"I don't know, what do you think?" I respond sarcastically, hearing his laughter, knowing he expected me to reply with the same tone. "Did your name already vanish?"

"What do you think?" he replies. I roll my eyes, confident that no one would really see my expression due to the lively atmosphere around us. However, I decide to remain subtly cautious and maintain a falsely enthusiastic expression before smiling at him.

"I don't have time for this, Harry. Excuse me". I mutter under my breath, looking down, instantly erasing my smile, and waiting for his body to give me the pass.

Instead, Harry chooses to inquire, "Are you sure?" leaving me again with an inevitable furrowed brow as I realize he's not moving. "Because I see your ex-boyfriend over there with an attractive blonde a few meters from us," he states. Once again, I feel my heart freeze, and a dry cough resonates in my throat. Uncomfortable, I avert my gaze carefully, avoiding meeting anyone's eyes, until the husky voice manifests once again, but this time a bit closer. "And, in case you've forgotten, the dressing rooms are in the opposite direction".

Damn.

"Of course, I remember," I immediately respond, turning my head to address him directly, allowing him to step back a bit as he notices our proximity due to my movement, though I, for my part, don't even react. "I was going to the bathroom first, and then to my dressing room, that's what I meant".

"Sure". he murmurs with another smile. He doesn't hesitate to express his intention to tease me in front of me. His audacity has persisted since I've known him, and the incendiary reaction every time we cross paths only intensifies over time, becoming increasingly unbearable.

I felt a sense of suffocation every time I encountered him. I often watched him from a distance, displaying evident kindness to the public, being friendly, joking, and laughing, letting his dimples adorn his face. Despite all the charming image he projected around him, my perspective on him remained unchanged.

Every close encounter with Harry carried the accumulated tension throughout our career. The thirst for competition lingered silently as we exchanged glances at various events, and at times, even shared cheeky smiles that revealed our triumph when one of us won in our confrontations.

And, on this occasion, that's precisely what he was taking care of.

"Why don't you let me buy you a drink?" he suddenly asks, causing surprise and confusion on my face. I wait a few seconds before he continues, "As a way to congratulate you on your performance".

And there it was. It wasn't a friendly invitation but a celebration of his own triumph.

I feel discomfort rise on my cheeks, turning them reddish and experiencing the spreading warmth in me.

"Do you mean the performance you were about to steal from me?" I respond inquisitively.

"Did I?" he asks, feigning confusion in his words as his eyebrows tilt in sarcasm and his green eyes narrow.

I take the opportunity to get a bit closer to him, leaving us almost at the same distance as he once chose to move away. However, this time, he chooses to remain motionless in his place, making our height difference more evident, though my response is equally close.

"I know perfectly well that all of that was your fault," I murmur, making sure my words stay between us two. His eyebrows slightly arch as he continues to look at me, and I interpret it as a sign to continue, "It was a solo performance, and obviously, you couldn't stand not being the center of attention tonight".

Harry chooses to remain silent, studying my face carefully. I interpret his silence as confirmation, perhaps even something he was ashamed to admit aloud, and rightfully so, because that was what I really expected.

"You seem pretty sure," he finally responds, dropping his head to one side. "Let me discuss it with liquor on me".

"No way". I immediately deny.

"Your ex is still chasing you," he murmurs once again close to me.

I lower my gaze and inhale deeply.

There was no alternative. Either I faced Harry's words, or I faced Joe. One seemed to be worse than the other, although I couldn't decide which was which; but my instinct only urged me to go along with his proposition, and that's exactly what I did.

"Just one," I reply, reaching a conclusion. "No more".

Immediately, a dimple forms on his face, and an almost malicious look accompanies it. Whether I regretted it or not, I had already accepted, and he wouldn't allow me to truly retract.

Finally, this seemed to be my destiny for the night.

"Of course".

Harry turns, indicating for me to follow as the music around us increases as we approach the bar table. Lights flash in a variety of colors, now immersed in a dark violet tone. I grip my small purse firmly as bumps affect my body due to the dancing crowd, possibly drunk, without realizing or anticipating the space they occupy.

I don't pay much attention as I return my gaze forward, realizing that the bar atmosphere is left behind as we move forward.

I furrow my brow and try to match my pace with Harry's, striving to find an explanation. However, he keeps moving with determination and doesn't even turn around, knowing I'm still following him.

I identify the nearest exit door and decide to stop him at that moment. I pull his arm and hold it close to me, causing his pace to halt, and he finally turns to look at me.

"Where are we heading?" I inquire.

"I'll buy you a drink," he simply responds with a shrug, implying that the answer should be obvious.

"But I thought—" my words are interrupted by a sidelong gesture from him as he answers: "Those there aren't good".

My eyes narrow in suspicion. "Did you even try them?" I ask.

"I heard some comments," he says, shrugging his shoulders again.

Harry doesn't wait for me to say more and takes advantage of the grip I still have on his arm to grab my wrist, pulling my body slightly to keep walking.

The door of the lounge is opened by the security personnel guarding it, and the night breeze intensifies around me, leaving the noise of the music behind.

Once the doors close, I can appreciate the difference between the white lights coming from one of the main parking lots of the venue and the various luxury cars parked all over the place. Harry leads us to one of them, specifically a Range Rover that is slightly separated from the other cars. His hand releases my wrist and goes in the opposite direction of the car, letting me pass alone to the other side. I stay there for a few seconds, watching his interaction with the driver until he returns to my side, opens the back door, and lets me go first. I express a "thank you" in response and get into the car.

The journey turned uncomfortably silent, allowing me to settle at one end of the fine leather seat as I watched the city streets materialize around us through the polarized windows. My grip on my bag occasionally intensified, fidgeting with my fingers in an attempt to calm my nervousness.

The moment inside the lounge replayed in my mind, with Joe's brown eyes fixed on me, probably witnessing my exit with Harry. However, all the concern faded, carried away by the same tide to which I was willingly submitting. It's at that moment I hear my companion's voice, alerting me that we have arrived.

Harry steps out of the car first, unexpectedly assuming the role of a chauffeur as he opens the door and takes my hand while helping me descend. I feel his warm touch, contrasting with the multiple rings adorning his fingers. A chill runs down my spine, accentuated by the surrounding breeze.

The environment seems colder than usual, permeated by the salty aroma, and the presence of several yachts parked around the area makes it even more apparent. I furrow my brow, directing my gaze to the man beside me, who seems immune to my gesture and keeps his eyes straight ahead.

What the hell am I doing here?

"Where are we?" I inquire. More out of the need to know, I do it with the desire to get a genuine explanation from him.

It's only then that Harry turns his gaze back to me, revealing a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"I thought it was obvious by the yachts around us," he replies. At that moment, his figure starts to move, and I realize the car has withdrawn. The cool breeze surrounds us as I shift my attention to the majestic yachts practically next to me. One more luxurious than the other, with a shiny appearance, but this only serves to increase my confusion.

"I mean," I begin to say as I follow him down the wooden path, causing my heels to resonate more loudly. "I know where we are, but why are we here?"

Harry instinctively turns, throwing me a brief look before responding, "Because I owe you a drink". My gaze intensely connects with his, and I notice one of his dimples forming again due to his smirk. "What?"

"This is not a bar," I reply, pointing out the obvious at that moment. Our steps are the only response I continue to receive until, after what seems like a few minutes of walking, we stop in front of a particular yacht.

It was almost as extensive as the others, presenting itself with at least three sections from this perspective, equally white and gleaming, illuminated from the outside and showing only a glimpse of its interior. However, this one stood out even more among all, displaying the initials "HS" on the front, which leads me to connect the dots and take a closer look at the owner that I now recognize.

"What better than having a drink in the middle of the ocean, don't you think?"

For some reason, I choose silence as a response and wait for Harry, once again, to help me climb the stairs leading inside the yacht.

Inside, the opulence becomes even more evident. The bow presents itself as an illuminated catwalk, even equipped with spacious sofas for comfort. The interior looks almost like a small apartment, also furnished, with a table and chairs for any meal one might want to enjoy. A carpet covers the entire floor, softening the sound of my heels, while some ornaments decorate the space, highlighting the golden details around.

"Make yourself at home," I suddenly hear Harry say from behind, taking me by surprise. I turn my head instantly, slightly bumping into his face, as I see him enter the space. Finally, I notice that in the background, behind a partition, there is a wide stool that seems to be part of the kitchen and, in turn, the bar with a variety of drinks on display welcomes my presence. Harry's body is disappearing into that area, blending in and leaving me alone at the entrance.

A sigh escapes my lips as I sink into the spacious sofa. I check my bag, opening it to take out my phone and heading straight to Ally's contact. The call doesn't ring until the third tone, by which time I already hear the music hitting my speakers, forcing me to move the phone slightly away from my ear.

"Maddy?" I finally hear my friend say. "Where the hell are you?"

"I'm fine, calm down," I reply. "I came with a— Um," at that moment, I didn't know what to say. I had called to assure her that I was okay, but I hadn't considered the most obvious: what would I tell her if she asked what I was doing? I couldn't just spill the situation, as that would prolong the conversation, and the last thing I wanted was for Harry to hear all the details as if it were a gossip show. I quickly think of a response before Ally starts to suspect. "With a friend I met backstage, and we came for a drink at a... small nearby bar so no one can make assumptions," I conclude. I bite my lower lip as I hear Ally's response materialize on the other side of the line.

"Do I know that friend?"

"Uh," I hesitate for a moment before responding, genuinely trying to stop lying altogether. So I say, "Yes, probably". But before she can ask more questions, I interrupt her. "I'll tell you later".

"That's fine," she replies. I hear the music around her slightly fading, suggesting that she's stepping aside to get more privacy. "But is he at least hot?" she asks. And I have no idea what to answer.

I swallow as I look back into the yacht, watching Harry's broad back and curls from a distance. Even meters away, he appears unperturbed, and curiosity fills my instincts again. I hide my lips and look straight ahead.

"A bit," I reply.

"Alright," she responds. "Let me know if you need me to pick you up or something, I'm here for you".

"I know, there's no need to worry," I reply. "Are you going back with Robert?" I ask, knowing that now only my driver remains to ensure she gets to her own apartment safely.

"Well..." I hear a small laugh from her, and my eyebrows raise as I wait for her response. "I think I'm heading somewhere else too".

"Oh..." A shared laughter joins the conversation. "Okay... I understand," I nod through the call. "I'll wait for the details".

"I'll be waiting for yours too. Goodbye," I hear her slightly dragging the words, so I simply respond with a goodbye and hang up.

It seems I wasn't the only one who had an unexpected encounter.

A few minutes passed as I dedicated myself to look around, putting my phone back in my bag. At that moment, I hear the partition opening, with a subtle but attention-catching sound making my head turn in its direction.

Then, I see Harry holding two glasses in his hands, bringing one towards me and keeping the other.

The  liquor has a hue similar to pink, sharpening my curiosity as I bring it to my lips. The sip results in a bittersweet taste, immediately recognizing the mix of vodka and strawberry.

"It's really good, thank you," I comment as I continue to feel the subtle sweetness on my lips. I sense the sofa slightly sinking under the weight of someone else a few meters away, as if they were trying to maintain a distance. Harry leaves his drink on the table in front of us, watching me as I continue to drink.

It truly was delicious, but I no longer knew what else to say besides continuing to sip. So, I decided that the moment might be more bearable if I introduced some alcohol into my system. That would be the only way to stop thinking about the look Harry was giving me at that moment.

"Now we can address what you mentioned in that room," I hear his rough voice through my ears, awakening any instinct as I pay attention. "You seemed very confident in stating that I tried to steal your presentation".

"Wasn't that the case?" I inquire in response, finally placing my glass with the drink less than halfway on the table, right next to his. "It doesn't make sense for you to deny it. And neither do I have any point in remembering it". I tell him. A silence hangs between us, leaving his response in the void as an idea forms in my mind. At this point, the liquor has started to take effect, and although I'm not seeing blurry nor unconscious by any means, my filter disappears. And I really have no objections to that, as it is exactly what I wanted.

"I propose something," I start, capturing his attention with a steady gaze into his green eyes, which seem filled with curiosity, not really anticipating what I'm about to say. "For tonight, I'll leave all that behind, and you won't mention it with the intention of annoying me."

"Do I do it to annoying you?" he asks, laughing, one that highlights his dimples again as he shakes his head expressively and approaches the table to reach for his glass.

"You really have difficulty recognizing what you do, don't you?" I inquire, tilting my head to the right.

"That's all you assume," he responds.

"All you don't admit," I retort.

"Now you're calling me a liar," he comments after taking another sip of his drink. His words are laced with more sarcasm than usual, and his cheeky smile becomes more evident. "After you've had a drink, that's a bit disrespectful".

"Tell me a truth," I suddenly say, catching him completely off guard for a moment. His eyes meet mine directly, squinting slightly and raising his chin a bit. I watch as his tongue passes over his lips, moistening them and giving them a natural shine, before he answers: "I watched your performance".

"Now, a lie,"

A smirk begins to form on him, and then he replies, "I watched your performance".

Unexpectedly, a smile of my own appears on my face.

"I think it's your turn now," he tells me. I nod my head and inhale a bit of air before settling into my seat, allowing my dress to rise slightly and reveal more of my thigh. I don't bother to fix it, noticing Harry's gaze descending before realizing that I'm watching him.

And then another idea crosses my mind.

"Let's make this more interesting," I propose. "The loser will take off an item of clothing".

Harry's eyebrows raise in surprise, but quickly lower, leaving his expression showing only curiosity.

"Are you sure?" he questions.

"Of course," I reply without hesitation, reaffirming my confidence.

Harry responds with a small sigh, settling into the sofa, letting his body sink a bit more into it. He adopts a pose by resting his arm on the backrest and slightly opening his legs for comfort. In the whole process, I can't help but observe him.

"I didn't know that bold side of you, Maddy," he suddenly mentions my nickname, leaving me with a slight frown, wondering how he knew. "Who would've thought".

"On the contrary, I feel like I know a lot about you," I reply in a lower tone.

"Oh, really?" he asks, matching my tone. A playful smile forms on my face as I nod.

"Yes," I start, leaning slightly closer to him. My knees press into the sofa, and my hands sink into it as I slowly approach his body in a crawling position. I focus solely on following Harry's eyes, which darken, taking on the same tone as the night that envelops us, abandoning the green they briefly exhibited. I stop at the level of his knees, not directly colliding with them, and then I also rest my arm on the back of the sofa.

"You're narcissistic," I murmur, allowing silence to settle between us as my words hang in the air. "You enjoy being the center of attention, and when someone doesn't give it to you, you seek it at all costs," I continue. "That's why you brought me here. You can't stand that I won't surrender to you for real".

Silence settles between us again, but this time I feel the atmosphere becoming denser. Despite the breeze, I experience how heat floods my body, reddening my cheeks and forcing the opening of my lips to facilitate the circulation of oxygen. As for Harry, watching each of my movements with his eyes, which still retain their dark color, observing me with precision.

His lips receive another moistening from his tongue before he responds: "Aren't you already doing it?" he asks, his voice deeper than usual.

"You lost," I retort. A look of fake disappointment forms on my face, followed by a smile that I can't hide. "You know what that means".

Harry doesn't say anything for a few more seconds, until I finally notice one of his dimples returning on his cheek as he lowers his gaze. And with a final nod, he replies, "If you insist".

The minutes keep ticking away, and the atmosphere becomes hotter as Harry's clothes disappear. I always trusted my statements, no matter the question, and thanks to my certainty in words, Harry accepted his defeat in most of the rounds.

However, things took a turn; my glass was already empty, and my embarrassment vanished with it. This time, I was more than obvious, allowing the only garment that played against me, my dress, to disappear from my body when I admitted defeat, leaving me in lingerie. Harry simply watches the moment as I stand up from the sofa to make it easier to remove my dress. My lace set is black, with small flowers adorning the edges.

I leave the dress on the sofa and approach to return to my place, but Harry's hand lands on my wrist, stopping me as I look at him.

My breathing starts to become irregular, accentuated by his touch that intensifies it. I watch as Harry rises from his seat, standing in front of me, highlighting once again our height difference, but closing the gap nonetheless. His cool chest impacts against mine, brushing against me in a contact I eagerly await. I feel anxious to experience more, and Harry seems to sense it, patiently waiting to take my neck with his palm, sliding his right thumb over my lips. In an instant, I part them slightly, allowing the gentle touch of his fingertip to meet my mouth and eventually take its place inside.

My lips wrap around his finger, caressing it with my tongue as a circular motion saturates it with saliva, all of this under Harry's watchful gaze from above.

And at that moment, when I feel I can no longer bear the pressure and try to move away to take the next step, Harry tightens his grip on my neck, placing his entire palm around it, leaving me immobile for a moment and allowing my breath to come out with slight difficulty through my mouth. I can feel my heart beating harder, and at this point, I have no doubts that he can hear it too. His palm raises my neck, placing his face inches from mine. My gaze lowers and rises in an expectant rhythm, watching his lips and returning to his eyes, a rhythm that keeps me restless, asking for more, craving more, and only calming when his face takes on the expression I desire. His gaze, changing in the darkness of the night, follows me, and my agony comes to an end when his lips meet mine.

A passionate, desperate, thirsty kiss fills me, complementing my body and intensifying my sensations. My hands become explorers, and he satisfies them as I touch his body, tracing his face, reaching his hair, pressing him more against me, if only it were possible.

Harry, for his part, releases his hold on my neck and descends down my body just as unrestrained, exploring every corner of my body with his touch. He moves across my back with intensity, brushing with delicacy and eliciting a moan from me during our kiss. His rings are still cold, becoming more evident as he descends, exerting pressure on my skin and possibly leaving marks due to their firmness. Although I wouldn't admit it out loud, I wished it to be so, especially on my buttocks, where his pinkie and ring fingers, adorned with his significant initial rings, exerted pressure.

The kiss becomes careless, causing us to separate slightly in search of air. Harry takes advantage of this to grab my hips, and in an unexpected move for me, he turns me, allowing my body to fall and press me forcefully against the table in front of us.

My face and palms are pressed against the glass, adjusting to the space, although I have no complaints about it. My senses intensify, perceiving Harry's body behind me with strength, and even more noticeably, his erection protruding from his boxers, pressing firmly against me.

My eyes begin to close, surrendering to the sensation even when my underwear remains a barrier between us. However, as seconds pass, desperation takes over me again; the dripping of my fluids only increases, and my hips begin to move as a signal. But Harry takes care of putting an end to it, pressing my hips once again and, this time, letting his palm strike forcefully on my buttock.

I can't contain a scream that escapes from me, while my hands desperately search for something to hold onto. I realize that the smoothness of the glass plays against me, and I can only try to hold on firmly to the table.

I feel the tingling on my skin, probably already reddened, but it is soothed by Harry's palm, which moves gently around, in a dangerous massage that approaches and moves away from the area that needs it the most. His fingers intertwine with my underwear, slightly raising the fabric and allowing the breeze from the surroundings to reach that part. Another moan escapes from my lips, and I close my eyes, surrendering to the sensation.

"It looks so good on you," I hear his voice near my ear as he continues exploring the fabric, causing a shiver to run down my spine. "It's a shame that it's getting in the way right now".

It's at that moment when I hear the fabric's crunch, and my eyes open immediately. Harry doesn't give me time to react as I feel his erection finally pressing against me. Touching me, but this time without restrictions, he maintains an ascending and descending rhythm while moistening it with my own fluids. The sensation is pleasurable, so much so that my lips part more, and sounds of satisfaction resonate throughout the bow.

My mind focuses exclusively on the sensation, paying attention to every movement, and I join in with my hips. Harry keeps his firm grip on them until, at one point, I feel him distant. I don't perceive his touch with mine, and a pout forms instantly on my lips. I turn slightly towards him and see that he has a condom package in his hands, already starting to open it.

My pout becomes more evident, emitting a sound that draws his attention back to my face. I know it's the right thing to do, and yet surprisingly I find myself feeling disappointed by this when I should be grateful; but considering that I am free from any disease, perhaps I expect the same from him.

Harry watches me for a few seconds before lowering the condom, half-open, and looking at me attentively.

"I have no doubt that you're safe, but are you taking care of yourself?" he asks. My heart starts to beat rapidly as I nod immediately.

"Should I doubt that you're safe too?" I inquire in response, just to be reasonably sure.

"I can show you my certificate another day if you wish," he says, showing a serious expression that indicates his proposition is genuine. A smile escapes from me.

"Do you come with a pedigree?" I jokingly ask. Then his gaze changes once again, observing me with darkened eyes.

And I feel Harry's response materialize in a smack that elicits a moan of pain and pleasure from me.

"Damn," I mutter through gritted teeth.

"Very funny," he replies in turn.

The moment is brief, with his anger disappearing or maybe intensifying when the first penetration takes place.

A moan escapes from me, intensifying as the thrusts become more frequent. Harry shows no mercy, much less moderates his strokes. He grips my hip with one hand while the other presses into my lower back, pushing me harder against the table with each thrust and leaving me adrift with each impact.

"Fuck, Maddy," his simple voice, mentioning my nickname again, provokes a sigh that escapes my lips, being carried away by his movement. "You feel so good".

My eyes struggle to stay open, wishing to truly absorb the moment in all my senses but becoming increasingly difficult as the intensity builds.

The upper part of my underwear still rested on me, but now the fabric becomes uncomfortable as my body craves the slightest freshness to contrast with the moment. Apparently, I wasn't the only one seeking it, as Harry, as if reading my thoughts, shifts the hand that was on my back to my bra, and in a swift motion, unclasps it, freeing my body.

I feel his torso press against my now exposed back, lifting me slightly and allowing his hand to fit perfectly on my bare chest. I bite my lower lip once again with such force that it anticipates the possibility of blood in my taste.

Harry's caress feels soft on my skin, creating an absolute contrast with his movements inside me. Occasionally, his roughness manifests fully when he lightly squeezes my nipples, making the sounds coming out of my mouth more pronounced as he advances.

"Do you want to tease me again?" his voice emerges as I drop the question and focus on the sensation. "Come on, pretty girl, talk to me," he insists once more, trying to provoke a response. I bite my lip, holding back a smile, aware that I am getting into a small dangerous game at that moment.

Harry's grip intensifies, pressing against my skin, probably realizing the dynamic that was unfolding.

"Or do you prefer me to call you a slut?" the simple suggestion makes my back arch, revealing my immediate response, and I hear a husky laugh from his part. "Is that what you are? A little slut who enjoys my cock filling you?" another moan from me manifests in the space, representing my own thoughts.

"Does it feel good, huh?" Too good, I wanted to respond, but once again, I chose to hide my lips between my teeth. Then, I feel my hair being pulled sharply, lifting my body from the table and leaving me in an arched position. My buttocks rise, and the sound of the collision of our skins becomes more evident.

"I bet that idiot you had as an ex didn't even get close to this," I hear him say, and actually, far from worrying about the mention of my ex, the unspoken response to his statement is more than evident in my body.

Harry personified desire in its purest form, and the longing for more became evident in each of our encounters. I hadn't realized this until this moment when I felt him hitting inside me, holding me firmly, talking dirty to me. This was all I needed.

I hear Harry's breath in my ear, intense enough to reverberate in my senses and take me to experience a deeper level than I thought I could reach in my whole body. The adrenaline keeps rising in me, reflected by the thin layer of sweat on my skin, completely undoing the smoothing I once had.

My hands, full of desperation, try to move backward in an attempt for contact. However, Harry's firm grip on me makes this almost impossible; daring to move on my own would mean losing balance completely.

I have no sense of how much time has passed, with the only sound being the echo of my moans mixed with his in the space, when I feel everything come to a complete stop. I turn my head towards him, seeking his gaze and finding it with an amused expression that he doesn't even try to hide.

"Keep going," I demand in a whimper, but Harry ignores my words, still watching me and still inside me. "Damn it, Harry, continue," I express this time with annoyance. For his part, Harry tilts his head to the side, looking at me expectantly.

"Not even a please?" he asks.

A sigh escapes from me. I don't hesitate to do it. Honestly, at this moment, anything was valid for me; I just wanted to feel him again.

"Please, please," I murmur to him. The plea makes his eyes darken once again more than usual, and his gaze reflects the quickness of the change in his expression. "Continue, please".

I don't even finish speaking when Harry pushes his cock once again into me, with a speed that equals or surpasses the previous one. My grip tightens on the table, holding on with strength and trying to endure as much as I could.

"Tell me a truth, Maddy," I hear him say in my ear. "Tell me how you feel. Tell me you need this as much as I do". His words express an assertion, being confident as always, and if I had been fully conscious, I would have laughed just to tease him. However, now I felt like I was levitating and was willing to follow every order he gave me just to keep feeling him.

It was surprising to admit that his effect really caused this, the nullification of my own reason, yielding to his, and letting myself be carried away by the waves of the same ocean we were in. That was Harry, the whirlpool I willingly submitted to, just to experience another taste.

At least, for this night.

"Tell me, or I'll stop". I hear his threatening voice, and before I can articulate a response, I feel the firm pressure of his hands on my hips, urging me once again.

"Holy shit," I manage to say, gripping the table tightly. My head tilts back, feeling his own chest behind me as he advances in his movements. I can't form a coherent sentence without being interrupted by the pleasant sensation. As his movement continues, I pray for him not to stop; therefore, his name escapes my lips, expressing a single plea that I hope satisfies him, although with Harry, we both know it will never be enough.

"Come on, pretty girl," he repeats that nickname that sends a shiver down my spine once again. "Tell me a truth or you'll lose again".

"It feels so good," I finally utter, albeit still with difficulty. "Don't you dare stop," I warn, hearing a low chuckle in response. "I'm so close".

"Come," he responds immediately, accelerating his pace inside me, causing my eyes to close. "Let me feel how you tighten around me".

"Come with me," I manage to say only.

"You don't have to ask me twice," I hear his response in my ear.

The intensification of his thrusts makes them more rhythmic, marking a strong beat that increases the collision between our naked bodies. My head continues arched backward, but this time it remains immobilized by his arm around my neck, holding firmly in the precise place. The pressure is strong enough to be felt, but still allows me to breathe without too much difficulty. However, this complicates as I feel my movement synchronizing with his, my hips coming to life on their own as I approach the peak of pleasure in my life.

Tears run down my cheeks, leaving a salty taste on my lips, inevitably absorbed while my mouth emits moans or seeks air. The walls of my pussy begin to contract, and I can feel the pulsations inside me from Harry's cock, indicating that he is as close as I am.

I couldn't help but wish that he would come before me, longing to experience his reactions firsthand. However, the inevitable happened.

I felt a sensation of warmth rising through my body, wrapped in an electricity that made me move more restlessly and carelessly. My moans became louder, and finally, I experienced the tension bursting around me. I was unable to feel anything other than my own release and the overwhelming sense of satisfaction that invaded me.

Harry's grip relaxes on my neck, releasing it and allowing my body to fall back onto the table. It is at that moment, when I finally find myself able to regain awareness of my surroundings, that I can feel Harry's body leaning against mine, embracing me gently with his posture and holding me with delicate gestures.

The synchronization of our own breaths takes at least a few minutes, during which we both maintain our positions and experience an immediate sense of relaxation that extends throughout our bodies.

The minutes seem to prolong, and fatigue envelops me, allowing me to perceive only the freshness of the night breeze as Harry pulls away. I feel his touch on my legs, wiping me with what seems to be paper and holding me to prevent me from falling. Finally, I let myself fall on the couch, backed by him, and let myself be carried away by exhaustion, while Harry's green eyes are the last thing I see before everything plunges into darkness.

The whisper of the sea and the movement of the waves wake me up, and I realize that the night has given way to the blue morning sky around the yacht.

My drowsy eyes struggle to accurately perceive the environment until I focus on the table in front of me, which seems to be located farther from its usual position, several meters away from the scattered chairs in the place.

Memories of the previous night assault me at once with this landscape, leading me to look up and meet the serene face of a sleeping Harry beneath me.

I contemplate some of his curls falling onto his forehead, while I realize that his face has small marks from my dark lipstick. A faint smile forms on my lips as I try to move in my position without waking him.

In my attempt, I look around again, noticing that my bag is also scattered on the floor and has started buzzing similar to my notifications, which doesn't cease.

My brow slightly furrows, trying to distance myself carefully from Harry once again until I finally manage to and take my bag in my hands, pulling out my phone.

The time is revealed to me, noticing that it might be due to the various notifications that were coming in. On the screen, I see messages from some friends, numerous missed calls from Ally and Sandy, and a last message from an unknown number.

I access the last message from Ally, finding her response that she is already home and noting a drastic change this morning, or more precisely, since dawn. Her messages started with capital letters and filled the chat with about twenty monosyllables, culminating in a final message begging me to explain what was happening.

I didn't fully understand until I decided to open the link she attached to the message. Then, a note from People magazine opens in my browser, with my profile face and the image of a smiling Harry next to me.

I close my eyes for a moment. I should have anticipated that this would happen.

Inevitably, I continue scrolling down the page, and a big headline appears, accompanied by more photos of me getting into his black car and disappearing with Harry, leaving no trace of us throughout the night.

«CAUGHT IN A SPECIAL NIGHT Has Madison Moore decided to leave behind the melancholic romance and opt for vibrant pop? Discover the latest details about the encounter between the star girl and none other than Harry Styles.»

Shit.

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[lydiablackblade]

Lately I came across some comments here and there more or less saying David is now old and was kinda disgusting and basically not a good Crowley anymore.

First. Bitch please... Really. Are you insane? What the fuck is wrong with you?

Second. During the first watch of season 2 I found myself wondering "When tf did David get age like that?" But then I went through his recent videos and I figured, well, he didn't. Obviously he's not 30 anymore but as good-looking as ever.

But you have to admit there's something with him in this season. And I think this is intentional and especially noticeable in the last two episodes. DavidCrowley looks tired. Like... all the time. Worn-out. Worried.

He said they craved themselves a peaceful, fragile existence. I guess the emphasis is on fragile. He never knows when will it fall into pieces. He is always looking back over his shoulder, prepare for the worst, to protect his angel. I think he hasn't have a good sleep since the Armagedon't, so basically for years, not just because he's living in his car, but because he's is sleeping one eye open. And he couldn't let himself the luxury to tell this to Aziraphale, who's seemingly living the best time of his life (he's not). Crowley drinks six espresso in a shot, for someone's sake. And that was even before he came to know about Jim. He cannot let himself to calm down or be off-guard, because Hell is, well, just around the corner (kind of pun intended). They are traitors and forgiveness is only Aziraphale's favourite thing, not the Head Offices'. Shax pops up unexpectedly anytime. I think there were even other hellish ambassadors before her, she seems to be so new on Earth, cannot imagine she's been doing it for years now. Heaven is still, but we all know they are for a long game.

And he is exhausted, even I say haunted by the liftetime of terror he experienced both in Heaven and Hell. He was tortured. Punished. Not only once. He cannot forget that not only his existence is endangered but also his angel's. When he said to Jim he remember so very well when Gabriel told to Aziraphale to shut his stupid mount and die already... how he was scared to death and jumped back when he first met Jim/Gabriel in the bookshop... He is deeply traumatized. Has kind of PTSD.

And in the end he is tired of pretending and denying. This is a weight he cannot carry anymore. He's done. They are solving an emergency and new one is already on the way. It is never-ending story. He's so done with that shit.

And I think this is what someone may see as something is odd with David. No, it's not David, it's Crowley. The lights, the shooting angles, his skin tone, everything are stressing out his wrinkles, his furrows. It's is all about to show how burnt-out Crowley is. Or will be very soon. Caused by the fear and, I'd even say, by the loneliness.

Poor thing, I want to hug him so much.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #crowley #good-omens #aziraphale and crowley

[bearhugsandshrugs]

I think you all know how much I love Halsin, but replaying the grove missions I can't help but think what kind of a bad leader he was. And I'm being dead serious.

First off, Kagha. He put someone as second-in-command who easily got desperate and trusted the wrong crowd. If you play out the Shadow Druid line, you hear how there suddenly appeared a letter to her and it didn't take much convincing for her to join them. But also, you can rather easily persuade her to turn on the Shadow Druids, too! So you're left with a deputy who can't hold her own ground, is easily swayed, and basically let her power fantasies get the better off her at the first chance. Now, you might ask: why is this Halsin's fault?

Aside from the obvious bad pick as his stand-in, he apparently had not developed her to perfom better as a leader at all. He set her up to fail: He left her, on short notice, in the middle of a crisis (already a bad call – he should have asked someone else to go with Aradin). But even before that, he apparently never taught her what kind of measures would be appropriate during duress, or she wouldn't have jumped at the first best chance to betray him.

But more. Many of the druids comment on how Halsin is "weak", not only Kagha. You can hear the idle conversations when you walk the grove. And they're not only about taking in the refugees. So there seems to be general discontent amongst his own community about his leadership, even portrayed by the fact that Halsin felt the need to hide his thoughts in a diary only carried by himself. You can also find a note which says that he asked the Emerald Enclave for help and they won't send any. Plus, last but not least, you seriously have not put any effort in developing a worthy successor (Kagha aside)? Really? Sure, you can get someone from the outside, but why, if you're leaving anyway? That play would make the most sense if Halsin intended to return and then step down, which seems telling in itself.

Even more. Because right outside the grove there are several harpies with literal bodies and skeletons piling up on the beach. You have a whole ass community of druids yet no one thought to actually walk, what, 15 minutes down to the beach to see what's going on down there? You couldn't be bothered to do something about it?

And it pains me to write this, because he's supposed to be our guidance-giver, a retired leader so to speak, but what he leaves behind in the grove is little to show for. He remarks himself several times that he wasn't truly happy there, and later you find out that he had to step up as arch druid when his previous leader was killed. And then he took the community to the grove and established a community there. A community that was made up entirely of refugees, and then is all too eager to turn on tiefling refugees the second those strangers come into the same scenario Halsin once led them out of.

Of course he can't be responsible for everything, but he is (or was) responsible for the culture there. And what we see of it? No thank you, actually.

It's probably because for a hundred years he was restless, seeking to figure out the shadow curse, weighed down by guilt and desperation of not finding any answers. Add to that his whole trauma-response of his whole laissez faire lifestyle – do as you wish, basically, as long as it won't harm anyone – and you get the Emerald Grove. At the same time Larian is trying to sell us Halsin as this wise man who has seen everything and can't be shaken easily, but man. Yeah maybe that's true. But maybe he should be shaken up more easily. Actual lives are at stake. This is not the time to be so chill.

Last but not least: I think Halsin knows this. But he can't get past the doubting himself stage. He can't just admit it to himself, admit that his avoidance of deeper bonds caused this. He voices doubts, sure, and says that not solving the shadow curse sooner was his biggest failing. YET. How could he have done that without allies? And that's the thing: In a century of not properly settling down to develop stronger bonds – to his own community of druids, to others, hell even to Jaheira, who he knew of was there! – he had no allies to cure the shadow curse. No allies meant there was no one to seriously grieve over if they should die, like he did with Thaniel and his former arch druid. At the same time no allies meant also that he was destined to fail. But instead of seeking said allies, he stayed in the grove, sought refuge in books and tests, and shied away from befriending others.

It's why he needs Tav so much and why he stays back in camp for most of Act 2. He can't get too close. He is literally unable to form stronger relationships to people he can rely on. I think it's past trauma preventing him from it. Does he know this, deep down? Probably. Will he ever admit it? Not in the game. Unfortunately.

#bg3 spoilers #halsin #wake up i'm ranting about halsin again

[kazumiwrites-fanfiction]

Fish Can't Tell Fortune

SUMMARY: You show a mysterious fish to Azul. WORD COUNT: 400+

WARNINGS: I wrote this in like ten minutes, spoilers for the fortune telling fish if you haven't done this in chemistry??? Idk A/N: I literally had this experiment and I was immediately like "This would make a good fic idea!!" Lmfao. Technically I was going to write something for my event but that's going to (hopefully) happen later this weekend (also my birthday weekend woohoo) Uh yes anyways I did kind of submerge my fish in water yesterday and I don't know how that ended (because I've been too scared to see if it still works) so that is fun- Anyways I can already tell that I'm going to dislike Chemistry just because- yeah. I enjoy it but also memorizing stuff is going to be a pain (I wish Azul tutored me (I'm broke though))

© kazumiwrites - All rights reserved; please do not steal, edit, copy, repost (etc) my work without my express permission.

Azul never believed in fortune-telling. It never told the truth; only hard work could show it.

But when he saw you being all excited with the small red and white packet in your hand… He couldn't say no.

He listened attentively as you talked about how this toy used to be popular with children in your world; apparently it was now a novelty. It was… Interesting. And this could show him his 'fortune'? Well, he had to try it out - even if he didn't believe in it.

He took the bag from your hands, looking at the outside. "Fortune Teller… Miracle Fish. Mhm." He nodded slightly, before pulling the small red fish out of the packet.

Doing as instructed, he placed the fish on the palm of his hand. It immediately started to move, and the two of you watched intensely.

"So… It turned over. What does this mean?"

You read the small text on the packet (that you had snatched from him after he took the fish out) before you stifled a snicker. You turned and showed him the words.

"False? What do you mean I'm false?" Azul looked irritated to almost a comical amount. "I am not- what does it even-"

You shrugged, just telling him that the fish said what it wanted to say.

Azul let out a soft huff, shaking his head. "I'm not believing this. What about you? What does it do when it's on your palm?"

You took the fish from his hand, holding it in the palm of your hand. It moved, albeit slower this time; it curled up entirely.

"…Passionate?" Azul read out loud, a soft frown on his face. "Well, I suppose I can see where that comes from…"

You laughed, telling him that the fish never lies.

"Whatever you say. Now, give me that. I want to figure out exactly what's going on with this."

And a few days later, he had actually figured it out.

It hadn't been hard for him; he thought it was either heat or moisture. As the fish didn't react to any type of heat-related thing, that was out. However, the water did make it move faster.

And after testing some more and remembering old bits of information, he deduced that it was some sort of chemical reaction that was going on that caused the fish to move in the way it did.

Even as you told him it was no fun if he figured it out, he shook his head.

"Now I know that science - not a miracle - powers this fish. And it was interesting to research as well. Thank you for showing me this, kantokusei-san."

As always, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! ♡ Send your thoughts grr

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[rhey-007]

Drag Queen Lance x Fernando Headcanons + Art

(Onedrive fucked the quality TwT)

Just had this little idea for a Drag Queen Lance cause another season of Drag Race came out recently, I hope you'll like it :))

It's just something light, to get me going on to the next things I want to write, an exercise I may say.

Also it's the first time I write actual strollonso so it might be wonky + please tell me if I should add any # cause I sure missed something TwT

• Lance didn't tell Fernando about his second passion neither before nor after they started dating.

• He was worried Fernando wouldn't understand, laugh into his face and leave him.

• But Fernie wasn't like that.

• Lance wanted to tell him way further into their relationship,

• But when Alonso stayed over at his boyfriend's apartment he accidentally stumbled upon an expensive dress.

• At first he thought Chloe left it there, but it was way too big for the woman.

• So he started to question Stroll until he revealed the truth.

• "Why didn't you tell me... There's nothing to be ashamed of cariño"

• "It's just that- You're- Ugh... You're older, I was afraid you wouldn't understand because most people from your generation see it as something weird, not normal... And I wanted you to get to know me waaay better to make a good decision after I tell you... Does- Does that even makes sense?... "

• Fernando sighed hugging Lance tightly and placing a sweet kiss to his cheek.

• "Of course it does. But you had nothing to worry about. Sure, I don't understand but it doesn't mean I'm gonna leave you right away. I'll never leave you. Now, show your old man what it's all about"

• And with huge smiles plastered on both faces Lance proceeded to explain what drag was.

• Fernando was visibly very interested in what his lover was saying, even making notes on his phone to remember some terms.

• He really wanted Lance to show him at least some photos of him in drag, but figured it could be too early for the youngster and didn't insist.

• Instead, he waited for Lancy to do it himself. And he didn't have to wait long.

• After a few months, the Canadian send Fernie some photos from a recent drag brunch.

• "Wish you could be here 😘"

• Fernando saved that photo immediately then commented on how beautiful the man looked, consciously causing Lance to blush on the other side of the phone.

• And it kept going. Lance sent his lover sweet pics and Fernando sent back a paragraph of praises and love emojis, and over and over again.

• One day, the Spaniard was able to attend one of Stroll's performances.

• He was astonished by the show and the other drag queens, to whom Lance later introduced him, but most importantly he was amazed by Lance.

• With time, when Fernie's grey hair started to peak through his dark locks and beard, Lance started to request grey strands in the wigs he ordered.

• It was a way to not only show his lover that it was normal to have grey hair, but also to thank him for the big support on his passion.

• One of the things the "big support" was, was the Spaniard buying Lance expensive dresses, shoes and accessories along with other gifts.

• The Canadian felt a little stupid cause he could afford them himself, but eventually gave in as Fernie was too stubborn and insisted on spoiling his sugar.

• The older man just loved to spent his money on him, no matter the amount.

• After some time Lance was brave enough to announce it to his paddock coworkers and fellow drivers.

• To his surprise, everyone was okay with it, some even getting very excited by the information, begging to see his in action.

• And if someone wasn't, they soon became after Fernando's little threats Lance had no idea about.

• Even when Esteban, or anyone else, just joked about it fire appeared in Alonso's eyes, his brows furrowed deeply and then everyone knew it was time to drop the topic before he exploded.

• He couldn't let anyone to hurt his baby even a little bit.

And that's it as for right now!

Maybe I'll add something later, or maybe you have some ideas? Let me know :))

Thank you for reading! 💞

#strollonso #lance stroll x fernando alonso #lance stroll art #lance stroll #fernando alonso art #fernando alonso #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 art #ls18 #fa14

[geesegooseblog]

Patterns - Connor x autistic!reader (dyscalculia)

A/N: this one is based on a real interaction I had the other day with my best friend at work. I have dyscalculia, which means I can’t add up any equation, no matter how simple they seem - and I figured Connor would be the most comforting character to help [Y/N] out. I also wanted to dip my toes into autistic!reader fics!

Content warning: hyperventilation, for my dyscalculia buddies i did put some numbers in there too but it’s just for show, I wrote them all out in sentence form too to help cause it helps me :D

The break room was cold, but that didn't stop you from standing there, wide eyes fixated on the whiteboard on the wall. You had been asked to tally up some scores on the whiteboard in the break room at your behest, but according to Hank, "you're the only one bothered enough to do it". Little did Hank and the rest of the precinct know, you can't read number patterns.

Everyone in the precinct had been asked to put down suggestions for the Christmas party, with everyone writing down their suggestions in different coloured markers. This was fine, except lots of the other officers had stopped adding suggestions, and had started promoting the ones already written down by writing "+1" next to them in different colours. This would also be fine, except there were too many repetitive numbers stuck next to each other, spanning all across the whiteboard. With your dyscalculia, all it did was create confusion for you. You couldn't decipher these seemingly simple patterns that just seemed to overwhelm you.

So there you stood, effectively white-knuckling the opened marker in your hand as you stared at the numbers like a deer in headlights, praying to god that no one would walk in and see you shaking like a leaf as you stared at the numbers.

"Hello, Detective."

Connor's familiar voice would often bring a calmness to your day, but in this moment it only made you shake more with the fear of being called out. You stayed silent, your back turned to him as you stared at the patterns and your chest rising and falling faster as you tried to calm down.

"It's getting late, [Y/N], usually you'd be out of office by now and I-... is something wrong?"

You slowly turned to face him, your eyes still wide as you looked up at him. He stood as he usually did, his uniform pressed neat and his expression neutral, but his LED blinked yellow as he tilted his head, expressing his gentle, unspoken concern.

"... I need your help." You quietly breathed, your breath hitching as you admit defeat. There was no way you were gonna be able to count these numbers up on your own and you hoped that Connor, of all people, would be the least likely of the staff to spread gossip.

Connor nodded his head once and stepped closer to you, standing at your side and surveying the whiteboard.

"How can I help?" He asked simply, not questioning why.

With a shaky hand, you pointed at the first suggestion.

1. Paintball +2 +1 +1 +1 +1

"... what does that say?" You asked quietly as you looked over at him, hoping that he wouldn't react with venom like so many others have before. You had already prepared for a nasty remark as he opened his mouth.

"Six."

His simple response caught you off guard. You had expected him to laugh in your face or insult you, even though you knew that he wouldn't do that for a second. You nodded your head and slowly scratched the numeral under the equation, taking your time with the single number.

You pointed to the next suggestion, the pattern seemed smaller,"... And that one?"

"Five."

You scratched that number slowly under that equation too.

Your confidence slowly came back as Connor helped you with the numbers. He didn't comment on anything else, only speaking the answers to you with the same gentle tone: "Ten.... Four... Eight... Thirteen..."

You got into a bit of a rhythm with him, your breathing calming slowly as you realised that you didn't have to explain yourself away to him. He seemed content just helping you with this little task, and that's something you're grateful for.

This feeling dissipated quickly when you hit the largest pattern. You felt your breathing begin to hitch again, but Connor answered before you even had a chance to point to it for his cue.

"Twenty-seven."

You nodded your head, and lifted your marker to write the numeral, but found yourself distracted as you stared at the equation. It wasn't like the others, people had started adding numbers higher than 2 to the suggestion, making it way to overwhelming. You had the answer; all you had to do was write "2" and "7" next to each other and move on, but your mind was cast back to your schooling years when you were met with numbers like this, causing your breathing to become rapid as you started to hyperventilate.

"Here, may I?"

Connor's hand wrapped around yours securely as it held the marker, guiding your hand to the space under the numbers. His grip was gentle as he helped you etch out the numbers. You held your breath as you let him guide your hand, helping you etch out the neatest 27 you've ever seen.

"... thank you." You breathed softly, exhaling as he kept your hand held in his.

You noticed the LED flicker from yellow to blue as he looked over at you, his neutral gaze softening as he spoke gently. You knew he’d keep this a secret, but at the same time you knew that he’d give you this same help without question next time.

"It's my pleasure."

#connor dbh #connor x reader #connor x autistic!reader #autistic!reader #detroit become human #dbh connor #DBH fluff #dyscalculia #geesegooseblog

[coal-mine]

So one thing about Technoblade (Technoblade never dies!) is that, like...

Ok so I'm not trying to be mean, I'm just gonna do what he'd want us to do (or at least expect us to do), which is make fun of him.

Rememeber like the multiple half-kinda-face reveals he did and everyone was like "we've seen his face yet we couldn't tell you what he looks like"?

Or when Raboo talked about a face reveal, like before he showed his eyes, everyone was like "if this man one day forces us to see his face, or if we ever accidently see it, I will immediately forget it on the spot, it is wrong to see, it is against god's will"?

Ok, that, but real life. Because I've cried about his death multiple times, only to be forced to look up what he looked like because fuck, he was the most generic looking mf in the world. He was just a white dude and I keep genuinly forgetting what he looked like. Like that dude could've walked up to me in the middle of the street, told me to my face that he was Technoblade, only to take a single step back and melt into the crowd like Homer Simpson in a bush.

His dad said he was planning a face reveal before he died, and I'm sorry, but the entire comment section, me included, would have been like "Holy shit I watched the whole 20 min video and he held eye contact like the whole time and I still don't know what he looks like, how"

And we'd fucking drag him about it, because of course we would. We'd be like "Clickbait! You didn't show your face!", and "I trusted Technoblade, I trusted him when he said this was a face reveal in the title, and yet he has let me down", "L, he has no face"

And he'd start the next stream with chat being like "Technolate also he has no face" "TechNoFace" "Nofaceblade" TechNoFace!!" "technoface wth man" and he'd have to spend the first twenty minutes of the stream trying to convice us that he does actually have a face, he promises. And we'd scream lies and slander, and he'd beg us while barely holding back laughter, and eventually, he'd give in. He'd tell us that yeah, we're right, we figured out his big secret. The reason he's never showed his face before this is because he didn't have one to reveal. He'd tell us that we can't tell anyone, he's gotta keep his pig brand and how can he do that without a face? Which doesn't make any sense, but he'd say it with such confidence that we just had to believe him (he'd also refuse to budge on his reasoning). He'd talk about how maybe covid wasn't that bad because the mask has really been helping out when he goes to the store because now no one stares at his missing face, cause no one can see it!

It'd make it's way into the lore, somehow. His crown is suddenly the MCC crown and waaay too big, covering half his face, the rest of it covered by a medical mask. There'd be animatics of his speeches where he's standing the wrong way, shouting at nothing while characters behind him are whispering shit like "should we tell him?" because he has no face, which means no eyes. Or of Tommy doing that thing that kids to do to mall Santa and try and tug on his fur beard, only for his whole face to fall off because it was a paper mask.

It would have been great.

I miss him.

#technoblade never dies #technoblade #tw technoblade death #tw technoblade mention #i use humor to cope

[lover-of-mine]

I was thinking about Eddie's 'I love being married to her' comment. But I hope the show address how much Eddie is romanticizing their whole relationship, preferably with an Eddie and family member scene. Cause what part of Marriage did he love... All the time he was away in the army, or the single parenting he had to do when she left (because he was letting her do all the single parenting and she couldn't deal with anymore)... He kind of needs a reality check from one of his family members cause they were around, even Christopher could give it to him. But it would be a good moment to bring in perhaps one of his sisters. Cause where I don't doubt that he loved her, that was not a good marriage at all.

Okay, I wasn't gonna answer this but I can't stop thinking about it and I'm not gonna be able to do anything else unless I say this and I'm pretty sure this answer is gonna sound mean is fuck, but the point there is that he still loved the concept of being married to Shannon even though their marriage had issues because love is not this mystical, magical force that's gonna fix everything. He loved Shannon but they were married under terrible circumstances. And that got in their way. He even admitted the relationship got worse with time but he still loved the very concept of being with her because he loved her. And just because we didn't see the happy parts of their marriage before she left it doesn't mean they didn't exist? They were married for what? 6 years before she left? And there's no way Eddie was deployed for literally every single day of those 6 years? Someone coming up to him and saying "your relationship was terrible you didn't love anything about it" after she's been dead for 5 years is just mean? It is not a reality check it's just mean. Eddie loved her and she's dead. She's dead. He's not romanticizing a situation he needs to get out of. She's dead. He needs to stop chasing what he had with her, yes. But to say he's not allowed to look back and romanticize his WIFE, someone he loved and literally watched die is so fucked. He's allowed to focus on the good days and the good memories. He's allowed to look back at her as something good and that he remembers fondly and not something that makes him feel broken the way we saw him about it in s3. The fact that he can look back at her now and think about the love not the pain is beautiful. Because Eddie will never know if they would've been able to work things out if she was still around, but he wanted to. So he doesn't need a reality check. That's not a reality check. No one needs to tell him his relationship was awful. He knows they had problems. He's choosing not to focus on that when remembering her because thinking about her fondly is the only closure he's ever gonna get. She's dead. You do realize that, right? What good would pointing out the bad in their relationship now would do? Like, literally, what good would pointing out that he shouldn't think about loving Shannon because their relationship was terrible gonna do now? He can't fix it. He can't talk to her about it. He can't change what happened and he will never get a chance to figure out if they could've worked out under better circumstances. So what would this conversation lead to exactly? It's beautiful that he found a way to be okay with that while still keeping the love he felt for her as something positive. Feeling the love he felt for her as something negative nearly destroyed him. Or are we forgetting how he was after she died? He loved her, she died, he can admit they had problems, but he also knows that doesn't negate the love they existed between them. What else do you want from him exactly? What good do you think forcing him to only think about the bad would do? That's not a reality check. That's looking at all the work that man has put into being okay with the bad things that happened to him and saying nah you're not allowed to do that.

#wrong blog to send this ask to dude #if shannon diaz has zero defenders im dead and burried #some of you want eddie to hate her so bad is honestly embarrassing #911 #i really need a tag for asks

[snailwizards]

hey this is a comment about across the spiderverse and spidey senses so if you dont want spoilers scroll past!

The scene when Gwen leaves Miles to go to Mumbattan is really interesting to show that spidey senses have a degree of nuance. Note: I acknowledge most of this can probably be chalked up to storytelling and narrative reckoning, but the idea it's something deeper than a storytelling tool intrigues me.

For the most part, spidey senses warn the spiderperson about danger before it hits—similar to a sixth sense. But we also know that it can trigger it the spiderperson has a certain person/persons that they are being cautious around/on guard around.

For example when Miles is late to his dad's promotion party: his senses go off in the direction of his parents when he's sneaking around to avoid being seen and caught. Another example would be when Gwen is hiding in Miles's room and realises that he's in the wrong dimension. She's mentally on guard to figure out where Miles has gone and is keeping her focus trained on that. Now the senses aren't strictly for whatever the spiderperson's on guard/focused on because we know it's gone off randomly when the spiderpeople met each other and attuned.

However, the spidey senses don't seem to go off for when Miles is sneaking behind Gwen when she's leaving for Mumbattan. She doesn't sense him literally inches away from her despite that being a perfectly reasonable time for the sixth sense feature to kick in that she's being watched. Whilst this could be summed up to being about the drama and the tension, I like to think there's something deeper here. Gwen feels safe around Miles.

Let's go back to some key moments when spidey senses have gone off: when Miles was about to be crushed by flying debris (several occurances), when a spider person notices that someone they love is in danger (Miles and Gwen with their dads), and when the spiderpeople meet.

The first of these is pretty straightforward: self-preservation. Miles's senses go off because he's about to die. Cool. He needed to be alerted of a danger before it could harm him, and it was something he couldn't see or tell was happening. I'm coming back to this point later.

The second example is emotional preservation. The senses go off because they need to save their fathers otherwise emotionally they'd collapse. I could write a whole thing about this but we'll shelf that for another day.

The last example is what I can only figure to be mental affinity. These are people who individually share very similar stories and morals and ~ vibes ~ with. They don't show Miles having this trigger in the Numerous other spiderpeople he encounters.

My curiousity comes when the spidey senses don't trigger for when Miles is so close to Gwen and following her, but how Jess stated that she knew he was with Gwen at the portal. I think, fundamentally, it comes down to the fact that Gwen doesn't see Miles as a danger. There's no need to alert her of him following her or being inches away from her because he would never intentially cause her harm. This is contrasted to when Gwen's dad pulls a gun on her and her senses activate. Her dad becomes a danger to her emotional, mental, and physical safety because he is afraid of her.

To Gwen, Miles is safety. Both physically, emotionally, and mentally. Her spidey senses have no reason to alert her of him because she has no reason to be alerted by him.

Jess, however, does have reason to be alerted about his presence. But that idea I think can stand on its own, and I mainly wanted to make this post about Gwen and Miles.

So... yeah.

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[plentyoffandoms]

Nick Wayne x Female Reader??? Semi-Angst and Fluff? The reader sees some bad comments people are making against Nick and she defends him over social media which leads to Bick thanking her with a kiss and them confessing their feelings to each other.

Hypocrisy

Nick Wayne x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Wrestlers Masterlist ♡ Miscellaneous Wrestler Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: some swearing.

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Requested by @hooks-martin hope you like it.

I couldn't take it anymore.

All these toxic wrestling fans are coming after Nick. Saying how he isn't a good wrestler. That he is only signed with AEW because of who his dad was.

That it was all because of Darby Allin that got him here. Yes, Samuel did help, but Nick would have eventually gotten here.

None of them have any idea how long he worked towards this. They have no idea that he was going to be here no matter what.

But, the comments from the haters kept coming. From wrestling fans who have never once stepped foot into a ring, and have no idea what it actually takes to do everything all wrestlers have to learn and do that they do not fully cause harm to others and themselves.

Nick tells me not to pay attention to what they say. He says this every single time I bring it up, as since it is bothering me, it must be bothering him.

"I post, and then I don't look at my phone. They can say what they want as they hide behind their keyboards, but I don't look at the hate." Was all he said to me.

Well, it bothered me, one of his oldest friends.

I met Nick in the third grade when I transferred schools, and even then, all he could talk about was wrestling.

I didn't know it then, but that is when I fell in love with him as he talked about going to watch his father wrestle that weekend.

Speaking of his dad, who we all still very much miss, people would compare him to his dad, and they should never be compared with one another.

I heard the notification go off on my phone, bringing me out of the thoughts of the last holiday I spent with Nick, his mom, and dad.

I grabbed my phone and instantly regretted it.

Nick posted a photo, not even five minutes ago on Instagram, and the haters are already there, I was going to ignore it, just like how Nick does, but then, one comment seemed to stick out more than one.

I have never seen this user comment on any of his stuff before, but damn, they aren't going at Nick about his wrestling, but by his looks.

It didn't take me long to start an argument with a stranger on the Internet, defending my friend, well secret crush.

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NICK WAYNE'S POV:

I was showing Tyler something that I wanted to buy when I saw notification after notification of an argument going on the latest photo I posted on Instagram.

I usually don't bother with it, but I noticed one particular username, and I had to check it out.

I saw the comment about my appearance, but also how my best friend was sticking up for me and isn't backing down.

I know she always does, but this time, she was going off.

"I gotta go and see what she is up to." I said to Tyler. "You mean save her before she goes completely mad, and the two of you get called in to HR?"

"Wouldn't be the first time we got into trouble." I said while laughing at the memories of all the shit we used to get up to.

◆

I found her exactly where I knew she would be. In her hotel room, muttering to herself. Most likely trying to figure out what she was going to say next.

"Just let yourself in." She said without looking up.

"You are making yourself crazy over this person." She slammed her phone on the bed and looked angrily up at me, which I found adorable.

"Look, I ignored them after you asked me too about your wrestling, but when it comes to your looks and appearance, nope, I can not stand by and allow that." She said to me as she moved positions. I sat down next to her on the edge of the bed.

She was about to grab her phone as the other person had responded, but I grabbed both her hands and turned my body to face her.

"Thank you." I leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek, just like I have always done, but she turned her head at the last moment, and our lips connected for the first time.

We both pulled back in shock, but she smashed her lips against mine as we shared our first heated kiss.

I needed air, so I pulled back, and I rested my forehead against hers.

"Maybe now isn't the right time, maybe it is. Maybe there isn't a right time." I started to yammer.

"Just spit it out, Nick." She quietly said.

"I like you, and I love the fact that you stand up for me whenever you get a chance. You always have, and that is one of the reasons why I fell in love with you," At this point, how I was feeling just seemed to spill from my lips.

"Well, Nicholas, I am also in love with you."

"Wait, really?" I was stunned.

"Of course. Why do you think I defend you so much."

"I should have known." I could help but laugh as I said that.

"Yes, now about you, and I go out to dinner."

"You asking me out?"

"Yes, I am Nick."

I stood up and grabbed and held my hand out for her take. She placed her hand in mine, and I helped her off the bed.

"Time for this very long, overdue date, and I have the perfect spot." I ignored her questions as we left her hotel room.

I ignored the comments after posting a photo of the two of us that night, her kissing my cheek, and me declaring my love for her for the world to see.

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[daughterofthereaper02]

Part 2 of “You’ll Be Ok”? Like the pilots are surprised (except her bestie & Rooster) that y/n is not just the daughter of Admiral Kazansky but also Captian Mitchell daughter but that doesn’t stop them being good friends with her. She & her WSO are the only ones who can take down Maverick. The pilots are being dramatically jealous that the duo aren’t doing 200 push ups while the duo casually talks to Hondo like “……….any plans after the mission?” The Duo being everyone favorite. Bonus: Rooster being a overprotective brother figure. Hangman obvious crush on Frosty. Hangman (Mav) & shyreader (Ice) being Maverick & Iceman mini me(s)

https://youtu.be/0B7WL7nhIF4

A/n: I'd love to! I actually had to go back and reread You'll Be Okay, I forgot the story!

HERE is Part 1.

Warnings: Use of OC

You'll Be Okay Part 2

"Lt. Kazansky!" Maverick called, making you turn your head as you were about to get your F-18 ready. "Your father wants us for dinner, he said it's tonight," He grinned. He thought the others couldn't hear, "Sure thing, sir," You smiled, and your dad pat your shoulder as he walked away.

Rooster came over, "Dropped the Mitchell off your name?" He asked, and you rolled your eyes, "Can't fit it on a uniform, Dipshit," you laughed. You never hid that Maverick was your father but you couldn't put the whole last name on your uniform, Maverick understood. "Wait, Maverick is your father?" Phoenix said, "Yes? I thought that was known," you laughed, a smile gracing your lips. The others began to whisper, "Do you all have a problem with that?" you snapped, daring them to speak anything bad about your dads. "Not at all, it's cool you have them both as fathers," Bob smiled.

Hangman didn't even make a comment about getting things handed to you because he was there for your career, he knew you were good. He was also head over heels for you and it wasn't funny how bad he fell for you.

It was hours later that you were walking with Phantom, giving him a high five as you both whooped, you had gotten the lock on your father after he had gotten it on Hangman. They were both doing pushups with Hondo.

Everyone was whining dramatically as they couldn't get a lock on Maverick. Said man was a good sport still and was easily doing the pushups, after all, he has been smoked out so many times because of the trouble he causes.

"So Hondo," You grinned, walking up to him, "Got any plans for after the mission? Or just causing trouble with the old man still?" You joked. You didn't see it but Hangman looked angry as Percy through an arm around your shoulder while you chatted with Hondo. Percy smirked at Hangman, 'Better make your move soon, dude. She won't wait forever,' he thought as he messed with Hangman.

Throughout the mission training, you both became a favorite duo for everyone. You were cocky and arrogant for good reason, Phantom constantly encouraged it and you definitely showed why you were given your spot for this mission.

You were also able to crack jokes all the time, easing people around you. The only time people worried was when you and Jake went at each other's throats in your odd way of flirting. You unconsciously even did the teeth snap that Ice did the Maverick years ago. When that happened, Maverick told Ice right away and they knew you were going to start to date soon.

It wasn't until after the mission was over that you finally said enough. You and Phantom nearly died, and Maverick and Rooster almost died too. Once you got back to the carrier, you kissed Hangman, "You had me wait far too long, Bagman," you chuckled after breaking away. "Well Wendy, I had a romantic plan but there it goes," He chuckled holding your cheek. "Wendy? Like Wendy's the fast food restaurant? I take it back, I want a divorce," You joked, making him throw his head back laughing.

Rooster came over with Phantom, both putting hands on his shoulder. You watched the color leave his face as they whispered something. Overprotective siblings at their finest, at least your dads approved.

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[marshmallowprotection]

hi! could i request an MC who was part of V & Jumin’s childhood best friend group and who’s had feelings for V for years and years through everything? how v’s route would be handled with that? happy ending if possible!! listening to from the start - laufey and the idea won’t leave my head haha. i adore your works!

V likely always had you at the periphery of his mind. That isn't to say he didn't imagine you to be more than his friend, but it is to say that his mind was preoccupied with a million different things. His youth was spent trying to make sense of his dream only to have his father and still a fear into him that made him lash out that not only himself but others as well.

He has a passion for the arts in a way that is both appreciative and respectful, but sometimes the way he goes about his appreciation isn't always the best way to treat other people. He only figures that out when he gets a little bit older and he sees just how much damage some of his patronizing comments can cause. It's no wonder that most people didn't want to be around him back then. Why would they want to be around someone who doesn't have a single care about the consequences his words withhold? 

Like, he may be well-versed in a subject but that doesn't mean his opinion is the only one. When he was a teenager, God knows he always went around the block saying he was right about everything because of his education and background.

As he gets older, he definitely thinks it's a surprise that more people didn't try to put him in his place when he lashed out like that. But, maybe they were afraid of his position in life as a wealthy boy, or his connection to his father. Either way, he's not proud of the person he used to be, and he doesn't particularly want to recreate that passion. He has passion but he wants to find a new way to show it.

He needs to stop acting like he has moral superiority over everyone else and actualize his dreams. He can't say he's the best of the best when he's too afraid to try himself. It's a well-needed transformation, one that his best friends would be more than happy to support.

Since his youth was spent being so swept up in being right about everything, he didn't have time to focus on paying attention to his friends the way he needed to. He wasn't as supportive as he needed to be to you or Jumin.

You two were always there for him in his time of need but he didn't always return the same luxury.

That's something he would start to work on as soon as he realized he needed to make a change for the better. That is the point in which he starts to get better. When he starts to think about all of the things you did for him, that's when he realizes that maybe your feelings for him were much stronger than just your feelings for him as a friend.

It's almost as if he was on the periphery of the image. He couldn't see the full picture because he didn't allow himself to step out of frame to look at everything happening simultaneously. But, now that he can look back, isn't hindsight 20/20?

All those years, all those days, and moments when you reached out your hand to him and he took it. He can remember it like clockwork, but he can also remember when he turned away from your hand and ignored the defeated look on your face. 

He can remember moments with you and Jumin in school, laughing and debating the world at large, only to stare at the clouds together in vain when it felt like there was something none of you could reach alone. 

He can remember studying with you, listening to you tell him about this and that, and realizing that there was far more beauty to the world than he could ever admit. Cocky, arrogant, and naive, how he never thought to take a chance with you was beyond him as an adult. But, perhaps that was the point. He would never let himself take your hand when he was too afraid of ruining what good was already there. 

He can remember losing his mother, and how the only people who came to visit him to check on his health were you and Jumin. He can remember when the pain changed him and made him want to pull away from everyone. He can remember when he began to spend more and more time away from you, focusing on his art and trying to capture some perspective of the world even if he could never do it the way he always wanted to. 

He can remember that bright smile on your lips as you did your best to be happy for him, seeing him fall deeper and deeper into a pool of infatuation for Rika, and how you never once made your heartache about yourself. Of course, you would never do that. You weren't the kind of person who would center yourself in a conversation. 

But, you were always there for him. 

Through every painstaking moment, you made sure that you were there for him so that he always had someone to fall back on if his other friend wasn't there. You always did that for him, and it never ceases to amaze him to know that you never gave up on him even though he gave up on himself.

Maybe, that was why it was surprising to see you end up in a place like Mint Eye… or rather, why it wasn’t. You did everything for him, why wouldn't you do the same if somebody told you a lie painted in gold leaf for his sake? You never joined the RFA... but the fact that you were targeted... left him and Jumin at an impasse.

How could he lie to his friend about where you were?

But, you lied for V.

Of course, of course, you knew just what to say and how to say it. That's how things play out the way they do. You cover for him because you know this is a situation he's been trying to handle on his own, and you want him to be able to have that opportunity, but you don't want him to shoot himself in the foot before he's ready to ask for help. So, what else can you do but smile and remind him that he needs to talk to Jumin? 

A part of me wants to say that you being there makes the situation change a lot faster, but another part of me knows that if you love V, you may also forget yourself. What do you do with your back against the wall? Do you tell the others even though you know he may never forgive you? Rather, that he may never forgive himself when the truth comes to light and he's not ready to stomach it?

If you think you can handle that, you may very well just prevent the bomb and the worst casualties to come. It depends on your choices and what you're willing to do. 

But, no matter what path you take, in the end, once he's had time to accept who he is, flaws and all, he’ll find his way back to you. I don't see him as somebody who would miss the opportunity to be with somebody who's always been there, as long as you're willing to take a risk on somebody like him. If you're willing to forgive him and give him a chance to be a better man, not just for you or his friends, but for himself as well, then he’ll make good on it.

He'll make good on that promise and he'll be the best man he could ever be. 

At the end of the day, the hardest part in figuring out a scenario like this is deciding personal factors that are different from person to person. Your choices shape the way things play out, and regardless of who you are, all of those actions matter in the end. If you choose to stand by your friend and one day see him more than just that, things will work out in the end, you just have to trust your gut… and know that Jumin is standing right there, ready to help, too. 

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[yourmomni]

The Kids Of The Sun 3

A/n: Surprise so since the amazing release of the percy Jackson seriesi decided to continue my Pjo series yaaaaaay. If you guys want to be added just comment and I'll add you in the series. I hope you enjoy itt

Chiron directed us into his office sitting us down in the outdated wooden chairs that were in front of the desk.

He stared at us with one of his hard looks, his tail was swinging side to side and I couldn't stop staring at it. " Explain." His voice boomed causing us to jump

We all began talking at the same time trying to explain the scroll situation and the fact we snuck out because we wanted to get our prophecy read again and everything. He raised his hand making us stop.

Jake was chuckling in the back , Chiron glared at him and he quickly stopped. " so your saying your prophecy changed and the scroll….threatened you." We nodded

" We were going to come tell you until well…you showed up." Mr.D was pacing the room behind us scratching his chin

" No one is safe? What did it mean by that" Chiron huffed. " I don't know but the camp has to be on high alert for now on."

" Until I give an all clear there will be no one entering or leaving the camp and especially no sneaking around at night."

He turned towards jake." I need everyone in Cabin 7 in my office in 20 minutes for a meeting." Jake nodded leaving but not before throwing out a wink.

Kayla glared at him as he walked out. " I also need to hear from cabin 5 " Niki nodded

" Due to the circumstances that me and dionysus have to handle we will not punish you." I exhaled the breath I was holding ." But that doesn't mean you're off the hook completely." He stood up " You girls will be running some of the classes tomorrow for the new comers, Kayla you in charge of registration." She groaned

" That means I have to wake up early." He turned towards Niki. " You're in charge of weapons and combat." She smirked " But only for the 13-15 age group." Her smile dropped. " Children really." Then he looked at me." And you get the best job of all." I winced

You're on gift duty, I need you to help the newcomers who have been claimed work on their powers. " I raised my eyebrow " Wait that's all?" He nodded " yeah that's it."

I smiled." Cool."

We left the office walking back to our cabins the sun was beginning to rise. " Looks like I have to get ready." Kayla groaned. " Don't worry how hard could our days be tomorrow, I think it's going to be fun." I beamed

" You're only smiling because you think you got the best job out of all of us but you didn't." I shrugged " we will see." We headed our separate ways walking in to our cabins.

A lot of them were already up doing their morning runs or early morning duties

Today was going to be easy

_______

Okay that day started off easy, you're morning class was filled with kids who were still trying to figure out their gifts and their strength, your work was cut out for you. And you were having fun.

That was until the afternoon class

You reset the bullseye targets back in the ground stumping it in place so I wouldn't fall over. " Niyah." Rose ran over hugging you making you smile down at her. " Hey rue what's up." She was smiling the roses popping on top of her head. " You are my teacher for today." She clapped happily

The rest of the kids started coming into the open field then my smile dropped. Heeseung was one of them.

" You've got to be joking." I groaned

He walked over to me smirking " Miss me fangirl." I looked at him disgust all over my face. " you wish." He chuckled walking away, joining the other kids. I gathered myself putting a daisy crown on my head turning around and smiling

" Welcome campers I'm Niyah of cabin 21 and today we will be working on our powers and gifts we received from our godly parents."

They all looked around at each other awkwardly. " Okay so who wants to start first?" No one raised their hand or step forward. This was already starting bad

" Okay well ill start us off then." I rubbed my hands together shaking them " the important thing about controlling your powers in concentration. You must have a clear head."

The ground turned a light pink and a strawberry bush raised from the ground. Everyone began clapping. Someone scoffed" oh please she grew a fruit that's how your. Going to teach us about control." Heesung rolled his eyes.

I smiled " well heeseung, would you like to show us an example of control." He shrugged " Sure it's definitely going to be better than whatever that is." A couple kids laughed at what he said.

He went beside me and waved me away. I rolled my eyes moving out of his way. He looked over at me." I'm going to show you a real example."

He he looked up at the sky closing his eyes he inhaled . The sky began to turn a dark Gray the clouds only hovering over our heads. Everyone stopped to look over in our area.

Lighting was coursing through the clouds above us giving us a light show then loud thunder was heard loud enough to shake the ground under us. Then it stopped.

Heeseung opened his eyes and exhaled. He looked around and everyone was staring at him in shock. Rose was the first one to start clapping followed by everyone else.

He smiled looking at me and I slowly clapped. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't impress, but I could do way better than a thunderstorm.

" Thank you heeseung for that great example, now let's get target practice." Everyone got into 3 separate lines facing a target .

" Okay Penelope you go first." The little girl with a red streak in her hair braided in to a ponytail stepped up

Her hands were sweating and shaking " Hurry up." The boys behind her taunted heeseung glared over at them. " It's okay Penelope take your time."

He said tapping her shoulder making her smile. She nodded she exhaled and directed a quick whistle at the bullseye causing it to rip the center.

I applauded " Great job Penelope." She lifted her head up smiling and gave heeseung a high-five as she skipped to the back of the line.

The rest of the time was spent working on new tricks and strengthen what they already had

" Okay everyone last exercises grab a partner and show them what you've learned." I smiled.

Everyone partnered up. I looked up and saw Heeseung partnering up with rose.

I sat down on the ground and watched showing off their new or enhanced skills.

Rose was showing heesung her new skill which was growing a tree and changing the colors of the leaves which ever she wanted.

The boys from earlier we snickering behind her making me frown my eyebrows. " Wow I thought you were the son of Zeus why didn't you partner up with someone stronger, instead you partnered with a child."

" Shut up." Rose said stumping her foot the tree crumbled to the ground She turned back around facing him. " It's your turn."

Heesueng nodded waved his hand in the air a gust of wind surrounding him a rose in a calm tornado way. " That's so cool." She gushed he smiled at her. " You can do better than that." The boys yelled. " Leave him alone he's still learning. " She returned back." If he could make a thunderstorm then he can make a tornado." The air started to shift around everyone it to change and I hopped up.

" Do it." The boy said over and over again. Heeseungg was losing focus. Then the tornado grew bigger

" Oh no." I said running towards them. " Rose move." I yelled she looked over at me as she was thrown up into the air.

Heeseung was slowing control. "Oh no." He yelled trying to control the air but it wasn't working. Rose was screaming in fear then it stopped. The air around her disappeared

She was falling

" I got it." Heeseung yelled trying to start it up again but I pushed him out of the way.

" You've done enough." Dionysus and Chiron were running towards us as I conjured a big banana leaf catching her.

I bent down and held her in my arms as she cried in my shoulder. Everyone started crowding around us. " I didn't mean - I'm so sorry I thought I had it." People started to whisper while looking at him

Niki and Kayla were right beside me checking on the girl that was shaking in our arms. " Who's responsible for this?" Chiron asked looking around but no one said anything

" I am sir." Heeseung said " I thought it would be cool to show off. I was wrong and I ended up hurting someone." He looked at rose " I'm sorry." " Follow me then." Heeseung nodded following the minotaur to his office . " You can leave now." Niki said making everyone skater

This was going to be a long day you could feel it.

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When dinner came around everyone was back to normal rose was sitting with her friends and you were with Kayla and niki. But heeseung's table was empty with just him, Jake and jungwon. " I wonder where everyone went."I Said looking at the table " no one wants to be around a demigod who can't control their gift." Kayla said resting her chin on her hand " it's honestly sad."

Dinner was over and you were making your back to you cabin " niyah wait." You turned around and heeseung was jogging to catch up to you. " What." I continued walking " I wanted to apologize again. I didn't mean for that to happen I swear. Those boys just kept talking and it was frustrating me. I don't know what happened. I continued walking, " Your mind wasn't clear, literally the first thing I taught this morning." Heeseung ran in front of me blocking my way. " I'm sorry about what I said to you when we first met. I was just upset about everything that's been going on."

I opened my mouth to speak when a loud bang was heard the ground shook and I fell forward heeseung catching me " Are you okay." He was looking down at me. I nodded then another bang was heard. A loud siren blared through the camp. " FURRIES RUN." someone yelled heeseung looked towards the way we walked from seeing a crowd of kids running towards us. He grabbed my arm and we ran.

Overhead furries were flying over us screeching. " How did they get in?" I yelled. We slid down the slide of the hill with everyone else. Trying to make it to the " Safe area." Ares and Artemis kids had their bows pointed up at the sky firing at it. Niki was in the front directing everyone where to run.

" The barrier must of broke." A girl was was grabbed by a fury screaming and thrashing her body. I gasped touching blade of grass growing it and making it as sharp as a needle throwing it in the air hitting the beast. It dropped her. I conjured a calm breeze to gently level her down to the ground.

" That was cool." Heeseung said I shrugged . " that was child's play you should see me in the winter." The safe area quickly approaching.

I stopped running ushering everyone toward the big cabin. Kayla ran towards me laying her hand on my back trying to catch her breath. " I -I can't find niki." I looked over at the people still running in fear. I scanned each face.

And she wasn't among any of them. I looked at Kayla and she nodded like she knew what I was thinking.

We both ran the opposite direction bumping into campers as we tried to make our way back to the front. "Niki." I yelled for her but their was no response.

We ran until their were no more campers around us and it was just silence.

" Somethings off." Kayla whispered I nodded agreeing with her. " I don't hear any birds." Then we heard a loud scream.

We ran towards the sound to see a furry on top of Niki. She had her sword in front of her blocking the furry from her face as she layed on the ground.

" shit." She cried out as she was losing power in her arms.

" I knew it was you." The furry said smiling down at her " 18 year old Niki Huntsman you've grown so much." I could see her arms shaking " Kayla she won't be able to hold on for long we have to help her." Kayla nodded making her way on the other side of the forest and I kneeled down.

" it's been years since I've last seen you and your little flower friend. How is she?" The furry pushed the sword down more and Niki screamed the blade cutting her hands. " Oh don't tell me you don't remember me, you're the one who did this to me." It glared down at niki showing how it only had one eye and half a face

" oh I thought all furries looked as ugly as you." She breathed out. It stirred at her " I should have killed you the day I saw you Huntsman or none of this would have happened."

Niki was kicking her feet trying to get her shoes off

If she could only get her shoes off

Her mind was racing, is this how she was going to die? To the hands of a beast and not in battle? What would her father think? What is her mom going to do without her around? She had to find a way out. The tears were flooding her earlobe. The sword was inching closer and closer to her throat " 1 down 5 more to go."

An arrow flew through the air percing the furry in the left wing causing it scream out in pain niki enough time to slide her self from under the creature.

I turned around to see Jake holding his bow up with another arrow attached to it. " Go get her." He yelled I nodded running down grabbing her and pulling behind a tree.

The furry tried to go after us but Kayla throwed a rope around its neck pulling it down to the ground. She put her foot on the rope holding the the furry low to the ground. " Let go of me." It shrieked out loudly. Jake slid down the hill throwing another rope around its neck.

" plant your feet." He groaned trying to keep the bird like creature from flying away. " I don't need you to tell me what to do." She gritted pulling back trying to keep the beast down.

Heeseung and jungwon appeared by our sides helping us up. " You know splitting up never works in the movies right." Heeseung said helping me to my feet. Niki was being picked up by jungwon.

Kayla and jake groaned as they were being lifted from the ground. " Don't you have charmspeak or whatever." Jake wrapped his hand around the rope tighter for a better grip." Yes I do but I'm not in the headspace to use it right now shithead don't you think I would have used it sooner." A big yank was given to Kayla rope and she fell forward almost losing balance.

Heesung ran down grabbing a rope out of Jake's bookbag and throwing me one " come on." He tied and arrow at the end of the rope grabbing Jake's bow. I grabbed niki bow that was discarded beside a rock doing the same thing he was.

" Aim for the wings." He raised the bow up and I did the same shooting it. The beast screeched, heesung did the same grabbing the rest of the rope that was left over. " Pull." We all pulled together with all the strength we hand. It hit the ground hard knocking it out.

Kayla and jake bent over trying to to catch their breathes. " Wow we work good together" Jake said holding his hand out towards the beautiful halfblood. Kayla scoffed, slapping his hand away from her." You wish." She walked away from him quickly pulling me into a hug.

We walked together were niki was leaned against a tree and jungwon was beside her.

She was finally wide awake, wincing at how much pain she was feeling.I reached I'm Jake's bookbag grabbing the bandages I saw earlier wrapping them around her hands.

We all gathered around her. " That was too easy." She breathed out. " That wasn't challenging enough."

Jake scoffed. " We literally just saved you from death. How challenging can it get?" " Trust me, this is a way to ease something that doesn't feel right." She tried getting up. I quickly put my hand behind her back so she could lean on me and Kayla did the same.

We helped her walk on our way back to the Safe Cabin. " It's almost like this was planned." Jake throws his bookbag over his shoulder catching up with us. " Well we can figure this out later but let's get as far away from this thing as we can, I have a feeling if it wakes up were not going to win again." Jungwon guided us back to the cabin.

" How did you know where to find us?" I asked them, Heesuung shrugged " when I saw you and Kayla run I tried following you but I got lost but I saw someone and he directed me to where you were , jungwon and Jake decided to tag along. I frowned my eyebrows " what do you mean you saw someone everyone was already at the cabin when we went to look for niki."

" It was some dude who seemed weird and had dark glasses black leather jacket." I stopped walking. " Did you say black leather jacket?"

" And black glasses?" Kayla finished. Heesung nodded, " it was a trap." Niki breathed out. " I should have seen it a Mile away."

My breathing became uneasy. " I'm confused." Jake said " what's going on." " this whole thing was a trap and we fell for it." The ground began to shake again making us all fall to the floor.

" We have to go, come on." I got up grabbing Niki and we all ran to the cabin. A low growl was heard through the forest. Jungwon grabbed Niki from us, picking her up bridal style. Making it easier for us to run.

The birds began to swarm in the sky almost blacking out the sun.

" He's near." Kayla yelled we slid down a hill heesung grabbed my hand helping me up as we continued to run. " Who's near What the hell is going on." The ground underneath us was turning to ash. " The prophecy that's what's happening."

Niki yelled looking over jungwons shoulder thier was a figure in the distance. " What prophecy." Jake grabbed his bow connecting and arrow to it just in case something happened

"6 demigods being led by one of the big three descendants shall shake the lower and upper kingdoms, changing it forever. And I don't know if you counted but there's six of us and you heeseung are the son of zeus." Niki yelled obviously scared for her life like the rest of us. Her cool attitude crumbling.

" And it said we will be tested soon and this is definitely the test and we totally failed." The cabin was in our view finally " the dude you guys ran into was not just some random dude." We slid over a log as the air around us becoming foggy and cloudy from the smoke.

" It was an entity, a vision, a delusion, a trick to get all of us together" Chiron was standing at the door waving us on trying to get us to inside.

" What you saw was the father of all gods, his name is kronos." The cabin was in the eye's view but something was off about it. " Is the cabin getting farther or are we getting slower ."

Just as jake said that everything went dark, we stopped running. " Circle." Heeseung ordered and we all put our backs to each other. " Everyone stay alert he could be anywhere."

All that was heard was our breathing , the Grey smoke that was surrounding us was blocking our vision from everything around us. " I thought Kronos was locked up somewhere." " he is but that doesn't mean he can influence people, he doesn't it all the time." Niki had her sword drawn ready to fight when the time came. " He's very manipulative you be surprise how many people he's possessed to do his dirty work."

We heard a leaf crunch and niki raised her sword ready to fight.

κανείς δεν είναι ασφαλής

" what the hell is that." Jungwon said

κανείς δεν είναι ασφαλής

" it's kronos."

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Hihi! I'm new at your page :D also it's my first time asking so pls tell me if I did anything wrong 😓 excuse my bad Grammar-

0 = Scaramouche

4 = Enemies to lovers

For toppings maybe a I actually want a fem reader but any gender is alright!!

You can delete this I you don't wanna do this request dww :DD but if you did tyzm!! I love your works <3

''I never meant to hurt you'' Scaramouche x Fem!Reader Order:Base #0, Flavor #4, with toppings included Genre: Enemies to Lovers Order up! Please enjoy~♡

Scaramouche hated you so much. He hated that you made him feel this way. He hates how attached he became to you. He loves you so much and he knows it. So every chance he got, he pushed you away. And was harder on you than anybody else.

''Hey! Look what I found, isn't it pretty? We usually don't see flowers like this often, my Lord.'' You say to him. You knew he despised you and you tried to be nice to him and follow every single order given to you right away but, nothing ever works. It seems that he gets meaner each time. You can't figure out why he hates you so much.

''Don't you ever shut up? I never told you to speak.'' As much as he hates to admit it, it pains him to speak to you in such a manner but, you don't seem to mind right? He will eventually lose feelings for you right?

Wrong. Very wrong.

It only made him guilty and you were starting to give up. All of the nasty comments he gives you go straight to your head. Maybe he is right? Maybe this is all useless and he will hate you either way and nothing will change. Over time you started to hate him, with the never ending rude comments and humiliation was too much and you eventually stopped trying but, there was one problem. You still cared about him.

He started to notice this behavior and he quickly got concerned. You never smiled much anymore. You never showed him flowers and small things you found while you were out on missions anymore. The only time you would speak to him was when he had an order for you or when he told you to. Nothing more nothing less. And he hated that so, he was going to find out what caused this.

One day you were told to go to Scaramouche for another mission and so naturally, you went.

''Yes my Lord?'' You say, ready to take on any comments he had to throw at you.

''Sit.'' He says pointing to the chair in front of him. You were confused and then it clicked, this is not a mission. He has something to say, surely. He sighs and sits in front of you.

''What happened? You have been acting strange. And tell me the truth, that's an order.'' You firmly look into his eyes. That's it, you were going to tell him and get it over with. You take a deep breath and you begin to speak.

''You want to know why? It's because you treat me like shit. You treat me the worst out of every single one of your assistants. I have tried to fix things. I have tried to communicate with you, be the best assistant I can be for you and you still treat me like shit. And I am tried of trying but I love you. I always have, I can't help it. What did I do wrong? That's all I ever wanted you to tell me.'' Tears begin to roll down your cheeks and you put your head down to avoid any further embarrassment.

He was speechless. Out of everything you could have said, he would have never expected this. He couldn't think. You? Someone full of life and so sweet, loving someone so rude and selfish like him? This can't be real. He has to hear it again.

''Repeat that last part.'' He says in a shaky tone.

''Scaramouche. I love you.'' This is where you started to get nervous. Was this a bad idea? Should you have stayed quiet.

''I am sorry. I... I never meant to hurt you I swear. You mean so much to me.'' He takes a shaky breath. He thought you deserved to know how he feels about you. To hear the truth.

''I hated the way you made me feel. I have a soft spot for you and I hated that but, I can't let you go. I didn't know that I hurt you that badly. You never did anything wrong, I just- I couldn't admit that I loved you and, I am so-'' You interrupt him with a deep kiss. His eyes widen but slowly begin to close. Who would have know something like this would have happened? He was so in love with you and he was never going to let you go again.

A/n: Hi annon!! I hope you enjoy, this was very fun to write :D

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