diamonds in my ears

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Nest man :D !!


Well, it’s a rare moment when I get my afro and it’s summer, so it’s a little present for you :D !!

Foxes got afro too you know, to protect the bird’s babies ! 


Edit : Thank you so much for your amazing messages when you reblog me !!! Reading them, It’s so nice ! You are the best :’D !

10th February 1840 - Queen Victoria's Wedding Dress

As many people know, it is said that Victoria started the trend of wearing a white coloured dress on your wedding day. However, not many know  how complicated the journey was that had it come to be.

In the early of planning her wedding, Lord Melbourne suggested that she might wear her royal robes of state, as she mentions in her diary -


They talked about me wearing my robes, but I thought not.


She made it clear that her wedding was not like others of the time, where it was all for advancement and gain, with no thought of romantic preference. Her wedding was a personal affair; she was marrying for love.

In the end, Victoria would design her own dress, as well as her bridesmaids’ dresses. She had her dress made entirely of British materials, as was well publicised at the time. This was a political move, as she was showing to foreign powers just what her country had to offer and that she was still representing Britain.  The silk was woven in Spitalfields, East London and the lace was handmade in Devon.  Finally, the outfit was sewed together by Victoria’s own dressmaker, a Mrs Bettans, with the pattern being destroyed afterwards to prevent the dress being replicated.

The finished garment would include a bodice, the waist pointed over a full, pleated skirt with full puffed sleeves and a round neck, all made of Spitalfields white silk satin. The train was immense, measuring 18 feet and edged with orange blossom spays (orange blossom being a symbol of fertility). Orange blossom would feature a lot on her person, as her wreath above her veil (which was 12 feet long) was made of it and it trimmed her dress.  She also wore matching satin shoes (see two above), and a blue sapphire brooch at her breast which was a wedding gift from Albert. In her diary, on her wedding day of the tenth of February 1840, she described her whole outfit as thus -


I wore a white satin dress, with a deep flounce of Honiton lace, an imitation of an old design. My jewels were my Turkish diamond necklace & earrings & dear Albert’s beautiful sapphire brooch


Victoria did not wear her actual wedding dress for the whole day, as when she returned to Buckingham Palace after the service and wedding breakfast she withdrew to change into ‘a white silk gown trimmed with swansdown and a white bonnet with orange flowers’, an outfit very similar to her original ensemble.
Years later, Victoria would allow her favourite daughter Beatrice (who would be one of the queens few close companions in her widowhood) to wear her wedding veil at her own wedding in 1885 (see photograph below). She would be the only daughter of Victoria allowed this special privilege. In addition later still, Victoria would be buried wearing her lace veil, in 1901

Featured Image Emily Blunt as Victoria on her wedding day, The Young Victoria 2009
Sources -
Becoming Queen, Kate Williams
Historic Royal Places
Photograph #3 by Daily Mail

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So I live by one of the manholes in Gotham and last night I saw Killer Croc digging through a dumpster. Going to start leaving food out for him and see what happens. UPDATE: Okay so I just found a set of diamond earrings and a necklace in my mail box and a thank you card signed Waylon Jones. Pretty sure I made a new friend...

Flame | Finn Bálor

Title: Flame (loosely based on the song ‘Flame’ by Tinashe)

Pairing: Finn Bálor/Reader

Summary: “I feel sorry that Finn was unlucky enough to ever meet you..”

Word Count: fucking 5,114 (!!!)

Warnings: Talk of past infidelity, angst, and romantic sexy times - NSFW

A/N: This fic is requested by @ortonaholic !! I hope I did your idea justice, it came out waaayyyy longer than I anticipated tbh.

ALSO, I made this fic interactive because I was requested to give the OC a name but I don’t really like naming the OC’s for the soul purpose of the readers not being able to truly place themselves within the story. Therefore, if you type your name in the little box, a magic computer fairy will insert your name in the fic (whaaaat!?) PLEASE NOTE THAT THIS WILL NOT WORK ON MOBILE SORRY. With that being said, I hope you all enjoy!

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Justin’s New Girl

A/N: Can I get some feedback from this after you read it? Send requests too b. xx

Pairing: Reader x Justin Bieber

Word Count: 1, 904

Warnings: does swearing count> ;)

SummaryJustin has introduced his new girlfriend for the first time to his long-term closest female friend, Y/N, but his girlfriend does not have a keen interest in befriending her.

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“Raindrop, drop top smokin’ on cookie in the hotbox” I sang in the mist of hoovering my living room over the wooden floorboards. I was too busy dancing with the hoover to the song bad and boujee that I didn’t even notice that my house doors locks were making the sound of keys being jiggled in that would have hinted that it was Justin entering the house, “I see your dancing again y/n” Justin chuckled walking over to the sofa and leaving the keys on the coffee table. “why don’t you do something better like go Livestream on insta” I walked over to where Justin was sitting and sat directly opposite of where he sat to talk to him better. Justin shrugged, “already did that in the morning but I do have something to tell you”

“What’s good?” I replied

“You know all the months I have been out of the Instagram social media limelight right? Well I met someone”

I stood up and walked closer to him, pulling him into a hug, and congratulated him “How long have you been with her and does anyone else know?” I gushed

“First of all I have been with her for like 3 months or so and you’re the only person that knows which leads me to tell you that I want you to meet her for yourself – I need to show her one of the most important people that I know”

“Ok sure but why didn’t you introduce her to your sisters and parents before me?”

“I need to make sure she is the right one before I tell everyone” he explained which I clearly understood.

I was truly happy for Justin having a girl with him but I couldn’t shake the feeling that these LA insta girls don’t seem how they really are but for Justin, I will give her a shot. Tomorrow at the Palm in Downtown LA.

*

After Justin told me that he had a girlfriend I just had to be the supportive best friend and check out her Instagram page that revealed her name was Asia Eliwood. This Asia must be about twenty years old judging by her nurtured skin. Asia was an Instagram model with over 900K followers that were interested in liking her beach pictures that exposed her toned abs on her beautifully tanned body. She was Justin’s Type. Today I was going for the casual look consisting of slick black straight hair, black two piece dress that followed my black heels and a pair of diamond-encrusted earrings.

The restaurant was surprisingly full for a hot Friday afternoon, the soft reclined chairs and oak wooden tables were used by many new customers. The waiter came returned with a menu, looking at the menu I decided to pick out a Caesar salad with prawns as a starter and for the main meal, a Pepperoni pizza with a glass of coke with sliced lemon.

Minutes later…

I fidgeted, adjusting the strap of my dress and reapplying another coat to my already red lips. With nothing else to do, I let myself soak in the ambient music for a few moments, wondering what the words to say when Justin and his girlfriend arrive then drinking water in the vanilla fragranced air. From the corner of my eye, I realized a slim figured female stood beside the table;  I glanced up at her face and stood up.

“Y/N right?” she said

“You must be Asia, nice to meet you” I began walking closer to her to pull her into a hug which she happily agreed. It was fair to say that she was even more beautiful as she was on her Instagram account and really knew her angles, her green eyes, and long wavy jet black hair complimented her faux feathered grey jacket over her tightly fitted turtleneck shirt with black jeans whereas Justin dressed in a black slim fit suit and tie for this casual occasion. Justin made his way to me and pulled me in a soft embrace as a sign of common friendliness between us then pulled out a seat for Asia before sitting down on the chair opposite to me.

“So y/n how long have you known Justin bear?” Asia asked

“nearly 4 years now, he is like a brother to me in all honesty so you better look after him good” I chuckled clearing the air without realising that this Asia rolled her eyes and showed off her dimpled fake smile that Justin loved, Justin remained in his seat and turned over to the window overlooking the summery spring lighting that was covered by groups of fans waving over for him to come over. “Asia, Y/N the fans want what they want but I will come back in a second” Justin stood up and pecked Asia on the temple before leaving the restaurant to entertain the fans clambering outside the restaurant.

“It’s so fucking annoying how these fangirls think that they actually have a chance with Justin bear” laughed Asia, sipping from her wine bottle looking back at Justin currently taking photos with fans and laughing along at whatever Joke a petite brown skinned girl with a high puff that framed her heart shaped face – her face said it all that she was serious and partly intimidated by the girls she was talking about. “Anyway Asia you look so good in that outfit you probably workout like 5 times a week right?”

“I have a personal trainer that helps so most of the credit goes to him and it helps that he is fine as fuck but in 2 months or so he can fix you up y/n”

“oh really?” I laugh joining in on her so-called joke

“I’m serious babe; you need all the help you can get” Asia flashed her million dollar smile and moved on to her salad and scrolled through her phone leaving me dumbstruck on did she actually say this as a joke? Or did the bitch mean that she was serious? She was on strike 2 after bitching about the fans that initially loved her because of her large following before they started dating which lead them to believe that she was a ‘genuine’ person that ‘does not want him for his money’ or the ‘fame’ along with it. I started gathering up my things removed myself from the awkward situation then pushed a $20 note for my half of the bill and walked out of the restaurant in time as Justin walked back in.

Justin’s face showed concern as he looked own ant my bawled fists  - a trait I have when angry or pissed off that he noticed during our  4 years of friendship, “Y/N why aren’t you inside with Asia, she really likes you”

“Justin as your best friend It is in my best interest to tell you that Asia Eliwood is not only a bitch but also an anti-belieber one too.”

“sure and that’s why she took photos with the fans 2 days ago” Justin sarcastically replied

“Don’t play that game with me Justin, ask your dumbass girlfriend what she thinks about the fangirls which believe they have a chance with you and get back to me” I managed not to snap and moved away from the fans recording the altercation and walked back to all white Mercedes to go home.

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*A week later

It has been days since Justin and I have stopped talking because of his stiff and stuffy girlfriend and her insecurities between mine and Justin’s friendship so when Justin surprisingly facetimed me to tell me that he doesn’t want to lose this friendship and wanted to come over, shocked was the last word to say at the least. Finishing the last burrito in my minimalist stone marble countertops, the small ringing sounds of the doorbell played I open the door allowing Justin in and closing the door, however, the blockage of soft moisturized blue acrylic nails that belonged to ‘all so famous Asia Bitchywood’

Justin is the closest friend I have so because of that I had to let Asia I, even if she was from the pit of hell. In attempt to break off the ice I smiled at Justin which Asia followed with a sly snarl and a raised eyebrow for the classic bitch please move – She messed with the wrong one

“Sorry darling is there an issue?” I chuckled inching closer to her face and not caring that Justin was in the same room as both of us

Asia smirked knowing that with Justin here she could be the innocent looking one, “I don’t have one y/n”

“I’m sorry, have we met? Because I’m pretty sure I would’ve remembered a bitch like you.” It was too much for me not to say something to that stuck up bitch even if Justin and I are losing the friendship bond AGAIN because of her! Faced with no other option Justin grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen from the hallway. It was the only time since last week that I analyzed his facial expression when he put 2 and 2 together that maybe I and Asia do not appreciate each other’s company

Justin’s face was laced with confusion and heartbreak as he whispered, “I don’t know why you’re acting like this y/n but I really like this girl and she is trying to be your friend! Why can’t you just try as much as she does?”

Raising my eyebrows I faced away from him and began walking paces away from him “I don’t like her because your so perfect girlfriend told me to stop being friends with you” It was clear that Justin was not only baffled by what I just told him but from his shaking fingers that accompanied with his head he couldn’t believe this. “You have a fucking problem” Justin sighed and rubbed his temple

“Me have a problem? It was never an issue with us when she talked about my weight and your fans that treat me better that you” I shouted and walked towards the fridge to pull out a can of coke for me, Justin and the ungrateful hoe standing in the middle of the hallway alone.

“But she never said it y/n” argued Justin

“Let’s get this over and done with because Khalil is coming over for a chill session Justin”

Justin let out an exasperated sigh and called over Asia into the kitchen to the island for all of us to be faced with each other once again, “Asia you and y/n need to figure out your beef for me ok baby?”

Asia nodded and puckered her lips for Justin to kiss making me feel like the 3rd wheel in my own house but if this bitch wants to play  like that ok “Justin maybe to patch all my so called lies up why don’t we double date me, you, Avasia and Khalil?” I asked

“Asia y/n ayyy-shhh-aaa” smirked Asia crossing her arms with a sour expression

Justin smiled at the thought of proving to you that not only is Asia worthwhile but she isn’t a hater too, “Done deal y/n I’ll text you the date on the group chat I’m out”

Waving goodbye to Justin and Asia as they left the house I closed the door and focused on Khalil to talk things over. This was going to be fun.

It’s 2010 bitch!!!

written also with @spacetaemin, @5hineesback, @choitaemins and @sabakunocasali  (and probably many others)

“Minho shoot the ball” yelled super jock Kim Jonghyun as he ran down the footballl field. Minho, baseball in hand, hit the soccer ball so hard it become a touchdown. Everyone in the audience cheered but especially Taemin, long haired bb child innocent my son,,,doesn’t know a damn thing about anything. Evry1 thinks hes a girl but rly hes just feminine and cute and clueless!

Sitting next to Taemin was his best-friend-but-also-pseudo-mother, Kim Kibum, better known as “Key Umma.”

“I did it I got a homerun!!!” Choi Minho, the coolest jock in school, yelled as he ran on the track. He locked eyes w/ his super beautiful girlfriend, Yuri. She was so hot and he wsa really heterosexual and straight. Nothing would ever change that!!!!

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For You

My husband was a very hands-on kind of man. Most of our furniture he cut right from the tree. He was a beekeeper, and built the entire apiary himself. My husband was passionate about these sorts of things. He even handcrafted a pair of fine earrings for me, of silver and diamonds. Tiny flowers. When I lost one, he killed me with his bare hands.

He cut me neatly open, filled me with rocks, and sewed me back shut with a fine hand indeed. In any other world he wouldn’t have left a scar. He took a long drive upstate and threw me into what was then called Heath Pond Bog. I’m not sure if it is still called that, as the bog and I have been the same for a very long time now.

I see - no, ‘see’ isn’t really the right word. There are thousands of creatures living and dying in me, and I am them too. I am a myriad of plant life. I know my slow edges, and my center. That is where I am, where my rock-weighted body is, now. My center.

One night, not so many seasons ago all things considered, my husband came back to me. He took a little boat out onto me, and stood, unsteadily. He held something carefully in his hand. He stood there for quite some time, searching.

My husband took a small pistol from his pocket with his free hand, brought it up to under his chin, and shot himself. He fell backwards from the boat, dropping what he had so tightly held. A piece of jewelry, of silver and diamonds, in the shape of a flower.

He and my lost earring fell gentle into me, and became part of me. I knew, I knew.

I brought them to my center. After but one season, I became pregnant.

A tree is growing there. A strong tree, with bark that could cut someone open if they were not careful. Sometimes the tree is me. Mostly it is my husband. It has arms for branches, its hands wave in the wind. In the winter, the skin dries and falls onto me, it is creaking bones.

I wonder when people will find it. Might they cut down our limbs for those that are missing them? Will they teach us sign language?

With our hands we will sign, ‘for you, for you,’ when we blossom in the spring, and drop our diamond flowers.

Lips as Red as Blood - part 1

Once upon a time there was a Queen and she was barren.  She did not wish for a child, but her husband the King, who she loved greatly, longed for a son and heir.  So she rode into the forest, leaving her servants behind, and sought the Witch of the Woods, who is also called Destiny.

“Tell me how I might bear a son and I will give you my golden crown and my pearl earrings and my diamond necklet.”

“I do not want your jewels, O Queen.  I will tell you what you seek to know because I see how my words will shape the future.  Wait for the first snow of winter, then lie with your husband and as the sun rises do you go to your window, prick your finger so the red blood drops upon the snow, beg the forest spirits to grant you a son and a son you shall have.”

The Queen heeded the words of the Witch and when the first snows of winter turned the fields into blank parchments, gilded the palace roofs and made the trees bend and crack, she lay with the King.  As the sun rose, she threw open her casement and pricked her finger with the pin of her sapphire brooch.  The snow lay thick upon the carven ebony window frame and her blood shone upon it in the first light like rubies.

“O forest spirits, grant me a son with skin as white as snow, hair as dark as ebony, eyes as blue as sapphires and lips as red as blood.”

When the moon had waxed and waned again, her woman’s time did not come. The weeks passed and she began to show.  The King rejoiced and called her all the sweet names under the sun and she was glad to see him happy, though she did not want the child.  Nine months passed and she gave birth with much pain and travail, as is the way of women.

“A son,” cried the King, “a son and he shall be called Charles Francis.  Is he not beautiful my love?”

The Queen looked at her son and saw he was beautiful, with his snowy skin and ebony hair and sapphire eyes and blood-ruby lips.  And she saw how the King loved him and though she had borne him for love of her husband, she loved the child not.  She was jealous of him because the King doted on him so.

Thus Charles of House Xavier came into the world; the boon of forest spirits, beautiful as the day, loved by his father and hated by his mother.  And his life was to be as strange as his birth.


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Mercy Bonus Pt 1 Kol M; D. Salvatore; Reader

Song: Like I Would (Troyboi Remix) - Zayn


“Are you ready?” Damon asked behind me as I clasped the last diamond and ruby earring in my ear.

“Yeah,” I breathe. “How do I look?” I turn around, the ruby red dress flaring out around me. It was a simple dress, no glitter or jewels adorning it, but red silk. It was beautiful itself, it didn’t need anything extra for it to shine, that’s what I loved about the dress. It had a trail, but not too long, it made me feel powerful, and confident.

“You look gorgeous, come on.” Damon held out his hand, I smiled and took it. I grabbed my sliver clutch on the way out of my room, praying that this was going to be a good night.


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Daddy - Bucky x Reader

Requested - REQUESTS OPEN

Hey. I loved your HATE story! Could you do bucky/reader where he has a daddy kink, and one day her parents come over to the tower to have dinner with them and the avengers, and she says “daddy pass me the salt” or smth, both bucky and her father reaches for it and its awkward as hell or smth. They try to manage it off and once her parents leave, the avengers tease both of them like hell! include pietro, sam, tchalla and basically everyone pls! THANK YOUU! **anonymous**

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Warning: hawkward™ af situations, language, mentions of sexual stuff

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“Bucky do you have that shirt on yet?” You holler, peeking out of the bathroom with a strand of hair clamped in a curling iron.

Bucky shuffles out of the walk-in closet holding a black tshirt and navy sweater. “Which one was it?”

You sigh, ducking back into the bathroom saying, “The navy blue with the thick bumps on the shoulder.” Bucky makes a sound of understanding and you focus your attention on placing your curled hair in it’s place and using generous amounts of hairspray. You’re working on applying the perfect lipstick to match Bucky’s sweater when said man comes in. He’s got his sweater on with a pair of dark wash jeans and some black boots. “Give me a second and I’ll do your hair,” you mumble, swiping one last coat of the liquid lipstick on. You stand back, double checking that your wings are even and that your eyeshadow is perfectly blended and that your lipstick has clean edges, before grabbing a comb.

“Why are we all so dressed up? I mean, your parents have seen you naked,” Bucky say against your chest as you comb his hair back into a nest bun.

“Babe, I was five when they gave me my first cocktail dress and diamond earrings. My parents have always been the rich snooty type.” When you’re satisfied that Bucky looks good, you tell him to stand. “Good, okay, let’s go make sure everyone else is presentable.” You pull on your formal black cocktail dress, some stockings, and black pumps before checking the time. “Shit,” you hiss, pulling Bucky out of the room and to the dining area. The whole team stands there, looking as formal and snotty as can be, and you smile.

“I hope the food is to your liking,” T'Challa says, “Clint and I may not be the best chefs but-”

“-Tony is a dipshit and let the cooks off early,” Clint interrupts and you sigh in dread before putting on a smile.

“I don’t doubt that it tastes wonderful, thank you. Okay everyone, no cussing, no sighing, no laughing loudly, no talking about weapons or fighting, and never ever bring up Netflix or sweatpants or anything that has to do with wearing less than Ralph Lauren, okay?” Everyone nods and you send Bucky to stand by Steve before turning to the elevator and pressing the button to go down.

“Miss, your parents are waiting for you at the bottom,” FRIDAY informs and you squeeze the bridge of you nose and sigh one last time.

“Thank you,” you say as you wait for the elevator doors to open. They reveal the faces of your parents, standing tall and proud. You smile, stepping forward and air kissing your mother’s cheeks and hugging your father. “Hi ma, hi dad,” you say. Despite how uptight your parents are, they’re your parents and you love them.

“Hello dear,” your father greets, his teeth shining through his perfectly manicured mustache.

“Dinner is waiting, if you’ll step in.” When the three of you get to the rest of the team, greetings are exchanged and everything is going swell. Once every body is settled at the dining table and the dishes are spread open for a help yourself serve style, things get hawkward.

Bucky and your father sit right next to each other, and you hope that they get along, but instead your parents chat with Tony and you about money and stocks, you’re kind of just spectating and throwing in a few comments while staring at Bucky and Sam and Steve whom seem to be having a good time.

You pick at the chicken, deciding it needs some salt. It’s sitting right between Bucky and your father, so you say, “Can you pass me the salt, daddy?” Bucky turns from laughing at Sam (with a lust filled smolder at the use of his kink) at the same time your father turns away from Tony and it’s then that you know you fucked up. Both your father and Bucky reach for the salt, both pausing when they see the other man’s hand. The room goes dead silent as everyone stares. “Shit.”

“Oh, uh, excuse me, sir…I-I thought she said… um, Bucky,” Bucky pulls his hand back and coughs awkwardly. “Sorry, I’ll uh…” You clear your throat, rubbing your arm.

“Uh, it’s getting late,” you say upon seeing the scandalous look on your mother’s face. It’s the look of utter disappointment. Your father just stares at you, eyes wide. You stand, “Well, it was good having you two over, visit again soon,” you rush them into the elevator. As soon as the door is closed you turn around to face the amused Avengers and blushing Bucky.

“Sooo… Daddy kink, huh?” Pietro says, earning chuckles as you sit in your seat.

“Good luck getting out of this one, big boy,” you say, glancing at Bucky before opting to stare at your plate in embarrassment.

“Uh, no no no… I thought she said Bucky and…- Yeah, whatever. I like when (your name) calls me daddy,” Bucky sighs, rubbing a hand down his face and you snort to yourself.

“Well good luck getting me to do so tonight,” you mutter, sending him a glare through your lashes.

“Oh, Daddy!” Tony says, standing up to lean close to Bucky, “Spank me harder! Oh yes, yes!” His voice is falsetto, trying to imitate you.

“Oh, daddy is going to, baby,” Sam joins in, standing up to grab Tony’s shoulders. His voice is deeper than usual, imitating Bucky. You roll you eyes, leaning back in your seat and rubbing your neck.

“Jesus Christ, guys,” you say as the other join in. T'Challa begins cracking some knock knock jokes with the daddy kink theme, Pietro zooms around Bucky repeating daddy over and over again, Sam and Tony continue their gay reenactment of how they imagine you and Bucky to have sex, Nat and Wanda smirk at you mouthing things, Clint is bent over the table and slapping his own ass, Vision is watching in wonder at how so many people can be idiots at once, and even Steve is hovering over your shoulder asking about the daddy kink. He’s morbidly curious.

“Oh, for fucksake!” Bucky stands up. “I happen to know that Nat is a dominatrix, Steve is a sub, Wanda uses her powers, T'Challa does some kinky positions, Pietro uses his speed, Clint likes it semipublic, Tony passes out before he climaxes, and Sam has a bird theme.” Everyone freezes as Bucky blurts out the list of things they like.

“How do you know?” Nat asks suspiciously.

“I’m an assassin and spy… also you guys have loud conversations with each other about it. Or are just sloppy and loud in general.”

“I gOTTA JET!” Tony dashes from the room, the others scattering before leaving. You grin once you and Bucky are alone.

“Let’s go, daddy,” you say, grabbing Bucky’s hand to lead him to your room.

“NASTY!”

Bad Girl Ch 14: Terms & Conditions

“Oh god,” Jiho groans, “It’s already happening.”

I frown as I scan myself for what he could be talking about but come up empty, “What is happening?”

He comes closer and touches the hem of my dress, “You are dressing different.”

I look down at my baby blue dress bashfully, my fingers run over the floral design with a knowing feeling in my gut. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Where did this dress even come from?” He sighs and pats my head. “It’s pretty, but I’ve never seen you in it.”

“I found it in the back of my closet, what the hell is wrong with it?” I huff.

“Nothing, nevermind…” He holds up his hands in surrender as he walks away as if he said nothing wrong. I glare at him but turn on my heel to go change. “Where are you going? We are going to be late!”

“Well apparently I need to change!” I yell back, slamming the door behind me. I throw my dress off along with my shoes, stomping into my closet I find one of my suits. I pull on the tight all black suit on and a pair of strappy black heels. My hair falls out of the top knot I had it in and cascades down my back. On my way out of the room I stop by my vanity and darken the makeup around my eyes and put in a pair of diamond earrings. Staring at myself in the mirror now I understand what Jiho means, this is me. These are the clothes I picked out myself, the makeup I love, I’m not flowers and rainbows.

I ruffle my hair as step into the living room, Jiho whistles, “Now that is what I’m talking about.”

“I was nervous, I didn’t know what to wear, I figured that would be good enough.”

“Don’t let those boys get to you, remember, you are the white dragon.”

I sigh and close my eyes. Jiho chuckles as he grabs my hand and drags me into the elevator. In the elevator he pulls me into a tight hug, my forehead rests against his chest, “Oppa I’m so confused on what to do.”

“Whatever you want to do. Pick one, two, six, twelve, all, none! I support you. We could run away to Paris, that is always an option.”

“No, I need to handle this before I even think about running away.”

“Such a big girl.”

Jiho leads me to the SUV, he opens the door for me before climbing into the drivers seat. My hands are shaking from the moment he pulls out of the garage and on to the busy street. It has been two whole days since I’ve seen any of my thirteen lovers, Jiyong has been staying in his office to accommodate giving me time and space to think everything through. Now I somewhat have, at least sort of. We all agreed upon a date that we would meet in Jiyong’s conference room to let everyone know my final decision.

I wish the drive to Jiyong’s office was longer, five minutes later we are parked in front of the building I now consider a second home. Jiho helps me out of the car and offers me an arm as we walk inside. We are greeted with the usual excitement, people bowing a full 90 degrees, dozens of polite good mornings and other greetings that I return with mine own greeting and smile. The elevator ride up is silent, Jiho’s hand is covering mine to stop them from shaking.

“You can do this, you have no reason to be scared. The ball is in your court right now, you are the person in charge of everything,” Jiho reassures me before giving me a one more chance to breathe. He drags me into the conference room where the tension is so think you can cut it with knife. All thirteen pairs of eyes turn to us, every man is on his feet to greet me but know not to move from their spots. EXO is on one side while Jiyong has the other side all to himself.

I bow slightly, “Good morning everyone. I hope I didn’t make you wait too long.”

“Of course not little one,” Xiumin gives me a small smile before gesturing for me to sit down across from him. It’s about four spots away from Jiyong, I figure that’s far enough away and sit down in the leather office chair. Jiho sits down next to me, in between Jiyong and I.

“Have you had enough time to think?” Jiyong wonders, his eyes pleading for the answer he suggested earlier this week.

I nod, “I’ve decided what I want, but it’s up to all of you if you want to go with it or not. I completely understand if you can’t deal with it.”

“Who did you pick?” Sehun asks anxiously.

With a deep breath I respond, “All of you.”

The room is silent for a long moment, I hear Jiho next to me chuckle as he turns his chair to look at Jiyong. I follow his gaze to see Jiyong with pink eyes staring intently at his clenched fists. The twelve men across from me are either in their own world or looking to their brothers for how they should respond.

When no one says anything I give them a small smile, “Like I said, if you don’t want to share me, I understand but you have to understand that I can’t pick. I love all of you, so much it hurts. But if you think I’m being selfish please tell me and I can go.” Again when the room stays quiet I sigh before slowing rising to my feet, Jiho quickly copying my movements. Not a second later two people are grabbing my wrists almost pulling my across the table if not for Jiho grabbing my waist.

“You are not leaving us again,” Luhan snarls.

Xiumin is the other man holding me, “I will do whatever I have to do to wake up next to you again.”

I can’t hide my smile at their sweet words but they don’t sway Jiho’s set of rules he created for them, “I said no touching. Did you not read the whole letter?”

“What business do you have here?” Kris growls. “This has nothing to do with work.”

“He goes everywhere with her,” Jiyong answers. “He came as an unbiased advisor and body guard.”

Baekhyun scoffs, “Unbiased? You hired him didn’t you?”

Jiyong shakes his head, “Jooyoung pays him, his only loyalty is to her.”

“He’s right,” Jiho muses, “I hate all of you equally.”

“Does this mean everyone is okay with this?” I ask hopefully.

“How would all of this work though?” Sehun questions. “We could share you before because were all in the same house but now will he get you more than us?”

“Thought we could talk out the terms while we were here if everyone agreed.” I look up and down the table, “Does everyone agree?”

It’s a yes from everyone without a sign of hesitation, though they aren’t all happy about it. I let out a loud sigh of relief letting my head rest against the table.

“I told you there was no reason to be nervous,” Jiho says softly with a comforting hand on my back.

“If we aren’t allowed to touch her right now feel like that should go for you as well,” Kyungsoo sneers. I look over at Jiho and signal to him to take his hand back no matter how innocent I know it is.

“How are we going to do this though? Are you coming home with us or are you going to continue living with him?” Sehun asks again.

I look down at Jiyong, who is staring back with pleading eyes, “I’m going home with you for now. I’ve been with Jiyong for a whole year, I owe you guys more than a night.”

“Really?” Sehun is grinning ear to ear.

“Yes, but you all need to keep in mind I will have rules of my own. I’m not getting shoved back into a bubble, I will do my work, have my usual meetings and spend time with both Jiyong and Jiho while I’m doing that. Got it?”

“Anything, we said we would do anything,” Suho reminds me. “Is there anything else?”

“There will be more but we can talk about them later, I know you guys probably have a lot of questions not just for me but for Jiyong about what happened so I’m giving you this time to ask without any restrictions.”

“Questions?”

“I can answer a few of them right off the bat,” Jiyong sighs. “I did not know she was kidnapped until she showed up at my apartment a few weeks after still in her hospital gown. I found out later that night when Seunghyun explained that he had done it all for me so you would think she was dead and move on. I did not tell her that you really didn’t leave her because I thought that being with me is what was best for her. No, I would have never told her if you didn’t come back. Is there any thing else you would like to know?”

Xiumin leans forward, “If Seunghyun did all of this for you, why did you slaughter him like a pig?”

My eyes go wide at his words, I look to Jiyong completely confused. Seunghyun is dead? “I thought you sent him to China to expand more there? Is that why you never talk about him anymore?”

“I didn’t ask for him to do any of this. He hurt my Jooyoung, that is not something that can be forgiven. He had to be punished. As I remember you did a similar thing to one of your dear friends when he put his hands on her.”

Chanyeol sneers at him, “Joon got hell for what he did but don’t compare that to this.”

Jiyong raises his hands up in surrender, “I’m not saying it’s the same thing, and trust me they did not get the same punishment. Seunghyun got what he deserve, trust me on that.”

The room is silent for a moment while everyone takes in this news. I thought we were done for a moment, all questions answered and curiosity killed but I’m wrong. Yixing is staring at Jiho, who is focused on me but senses the other man’s eyes on him. Jiho glares at the other, “Yes?”

“How are you involved in this?” Yixing narrows his eyes.

Jiho scoffs, “I’m not included in this interrogation, I don’t have to answer any of your questions.”

“You don’t think we are letting you near our baby when we have no idea who you are or what you have done, do you?”

Jiho’s hands grip the arm rests as he tries to control his temper. I give him a small smile, placing my hand over one of his to try and calm him. “We talked about this, I trust Jiho. That is another rule, he is basically my shadow so get used to seeing him.”

“Yea, the bastard doesn’t go away no matter how hard you try,” Jiyong muses, a playful grin on his face as he glares at Jiho.

“He isn’t coming to our home,” Baekhyun deadpans.

“But he will be picking me up and dropping me off. I have lots of meetings with week that means he will be there, at the door, maybe in the living room.”

“He will wait in the drive way.”

I chuckle, “Whatever you guys want. Does that mean everything is good? We are all okay? I mean as good as we can be?”

The table of men nods.

“Does this mean we get to take you home now?” Kai says hopefully.

“I need to stop by the apartment first so I will meet you guys there, okay?”

“But!” The youngest three whine.

I chuckle, “No buts, I’ll be to the house in less than two hours so clean up and make something good for lunch because I’m already starving.”

The group of men are obviously beyond excited at the idea of me being home again. I can’t hide my smile as we say our brief goodbyes, I send them out of the conference room, Jiho too, leaving me and Jiyong alone. I close the double doors before shuffling over to the chair next to him. His hands are collapsed together on the table his head resting on top of them. I scoot as close to him as I can before turning him to face me. My heart hurts at the sight of his bloodshot eyes and shaky smile. I cup his face, bringing him closer I press our foreheads together as I sigh.

“I’ll be home in a week.”

He leans in closer and kisses me softly, “That’s too long.”

“You have had me for over a year, you have had more time than all of them put together.”

Again he kisses me, “I almost had you for forever.” He takes my hand from his cheek and stares down at my engagement ring, “Please don’t take this off.”

“Who said I was going to?”

“I thought we wouldn’t….”

“The wedding is definitely canceled, but who knows how all of this will actually work out. I want to think that this will be sunshine and rainbows but I know to not have such high hopes.”

He holds both of my hands in his, “Do you really think they can accept you like this? You won’t change for them will you? I loved you then and I will love you the more you grow but I don’t want to see you loose your fire.”

“If they can’t love me like this, they obviously didn’t really love me before but I believe in them. I at least owe them the chance to prove it.”

“I hope they aren’t as stand up as you think they are.” He mumbles honestly, “I hope they are blind to your beauty and intellect. I hope they grew amuned to your sweet smile and puppy dog eyes. I hope they can’t see past their little idea of you so you can come back to your real home with me and we can continue on with our lives.”

I hum, “That’s a lot to ask for.”

“A man can dream.”