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Master sleuths + magnifying glasses

Princess

super original title xoxo honestly I couldn’t be bothered to spend ages thinking of a decent one, it’s not too important anyway. This is my first time posting an actual thingy thing for a while, and I’m kinda nervous about it because it was a request by @underworldsheiress, who wanted twin brother Edmund to be a top wingman and encourage Caspian to confess his feelings to the reader which leads to smutty smut smut and them being found by overprotective brother™ Peter who loses his shit lmao. It’s kinda long, around 4.5k, and like I said I am pretty nervous about posting it because it’s not just something I wrote when an idea popped into my head, but I hope y’all like it anyway :)

“Christ Y/N, stop it,”

“Stop what?” I asked, sparing him only a fleeting glance before averting my gaze back to Caspian. My voice sounded disinterested even to my own ears, but I was too distracted to care. He was so beautiful. He always looked gorgeous, but tonight especially, the night of his coronation, he just radiated warmth and happiness. He practically glowed. And God, the way his crown sat on his head, the way he looked all kingly and powerful. It turned me on just thinking about it, about him commanding me to get on my knees and –

“You’re practically eye fucking Caspian,” I snapped my head up immediately, banishing my sinful thoughts. Edmund wrinkled his nose in disgust. “No offence but I don’t really want to see my sister looking at one of my friends like that, especially when we’re in the middle of a conversation,”

 

“We were?”

“Oh my God-”

“Sorry,” I apologised sincerely, grabbing his hand and squeezing it between mine to reassure him. “My attention’s all yours. Strictly twin bonding time for the best Pevensie children,”

“Hey!” Lucy shot me a playful glare as she spun past our table, midway through a dance – I couldn’t remember which it was – with the fauns. She had always loved music and dancing.

Edmund smiled at that, but out of the corner of my eye I saw it fade away when he caught me peeking at Caspian again. He was talking to someone I didn’t know, but she was extremely beautiful and they seemed awfully close. I swallowed, a sour taste in my mouth, even though I had no right to be jealous.

“You should just tell him you know,” he said softly in a more serious tone. I looked at him, shocked. I went to protest and rebuff the suggestion but he carried on talking. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re my sister. I know you better than anyone, and I’ve known about your feelings for Caspian since the moment you started having them,”

I looked down at my hands, every witty and scathing response I had loaded suddenly vanishing. “But I can’t,” I said pathetically. I wanted to glance back over at Caspian but I was scared of what I’d see. “If I said anything…I just can’t.” I stood up abruptly, taking off as fast as I could without appearing rude, unable to stay in that hall any longer. Everyone was so cheerful and happy and all I could think about was how much I wanted someone I couldn’t have.

“Y/N, come back!” I heard Edmund call after me but I ignored him. I felt bad for dismissing him but I needed to be alone. I was closer with Edmund than anyone in the world, more so than with even Peter or Susan or Lucy. Being twins meant we had always had a very special bond. I loved all my brothers and sisters with every inch of my heart, but nothing could compare to my connection with Ed. Yet I feared even that wasn’t enough, that he would never truly understand how I felt for Caspian; that he would never understand why I was unable to be upfront with him about my feelings.

I locked the door to my room and flung myself onto my bed, staring at the high ceiling. I felt tears prickle at my eyes. I held them back. I refused to cry. I was just so frustrated and conflicted and overwhelmed with emotion for this stupid boy and his stupid smile and stupid perfect hair and stupid lips that I so badly wanted to feel against mine. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

Get a grip, I muttered to myself.

—–

Edmund wasn’t the type of person to stick his nose into other people’s business. He found it usually resulted in himself or both parties getting hurt, and things ending up way more complicated than how they had been initially. For Y/N, however, he had always made an exception. She’s my twin sister, he reasoned with himself as he approached Caspian who was perched on the edge of a table, fully immersing himself with the people who had arrived to celebrate his coronation. If there’s anything I could do to make her happier, of course I would do it. And I know she’d do the same for me.

 

“Caspian,” Ed said by way of greeting, capturing the king’s attention. He was still in conversation with the beautiful dark skinned girl. Caspian politely excused himself and sprang up, grinning hugely as he pulled Edmund into a brief hug.

“Edmund!” he was clearly in a joyous mood – rarely had Edmund ever known him to be quite so happy to see him. “Enjoying the celebrations? I know Lucy is, all I’ve seen of her all night is a blur,” he laughed, and then noticed the absence of Y/N. He had grown quite close to her during their time together, and it was a rarity that she and Ed were ever that far apart. “Hey, where’s Y/N? I haven’t had a chance to speak to her tonight.”

Edmund cleared his throat feeling somewhat awkward. He hadn’t really planned this out properly. “That’s kind of what I wanted to discuss, actually…”

Concern flashed in Caspian’s eyes immediately. His heart dropped. “Is she okay? She’s not hurt is she? No of course she’s not, you wouldn’t be so calm if she were in trouble. But…something is wrong?” He spoke at a rushed pace, attempting to quell his nerves when he feared the worst.

How to be tactful about this? Frankly, Edmund had no fucking clue. “Tact is just not saying true stuff,” he stated plaintively, mostly for his own benefit.

“…Right? That doesn’t really answer my question though –’’

“Y/N likes you!” Wow, real smooth Ed.

 

Whatever Caspian had been expecting, it wasn’t that. “I-you-she-me what?” He practically fell over his words.

“Are you broken?”

Caspian let Edmund’s joking comment slide. “Are you being serious?” He remembered how to speak at last. “You’re not just fucking with me?”

“No, but I’m pretty sure she wishes she was,” What’s wrong with me, Edmund thought, cringing at his own comment. Stop using shitty humour to make yourself feel less awkward.

 

The king almost choked. “She said that to you?”

“No, but you’d have to be either stupid or blind not to notice the way she looks at you. It’s kind of gross, actually. From my perspective anyway. And Peter’s. Fucking hell, if he ever found out he would get so over protective you have no idea…”

“Wait, so you really think she has feelings for me?” Dare he get his hopes up? He didn’t think he could bear allowing himself to believe she reciprocated his feelings, only for it to all be some joke.

“Considering she pretty much flat out told me, yes I’m very sure of it. That’s why she left. I think, anyway. She saw you talking to that girl and got a bit overwhelmed. I’m sure she’s fine though,” he smiled weakly and tapped his head. “Twin telepathy.”

Caspian took all this in for a moment. He had to fight to keep from grinning like a fool he felt so giddy. How embarrassing that would be. He could already hear the Narnians gossiping about it: “King Caspian defeats an army and restores peace to Narnia, loses his shit and becomes a teenaged girl when he finds out his crush likes him back.” That would never do.

“Do you know where she would have gone?”

—–

I lay there for a while. Half an hour? An hour? Edmund didn’t attempt to follow me and I was glad. He could sense I needed some time to myself. And I felt better for it. I could think straight again. Maybe I’d even join the celebrations again. They’d surely go on all night long. Maybe the tangible joy in that hall wouldn’t be so stifling now my head was clear.

There was a knock at the door. Probably Edmund deciding to check on me, or maybe Susan. Susan had such a gentle heart, she’d want to make sure I was alright after my sudden exit.

I crossed the room and smoothed down my dress. I opened the door.

And promptly almost had a heart attack.

“Hello Y/N,” Caspian said politely, smiling gently.

All the feelings and rush of emotions that had overwhelmed me in the hall came flooding back tenfold. I couldn’t breathe. “Caspian?” I managed weakly. My eyes flitted up to the crown he wore. “I mean, Your Grace. What are you doing here?”

He let himself in and closed the door hesitantly. “You don’t have to call me that. I’m still Caspian to you. I noticed you were gone and then Edmund came and spoke to me…”

The way he trailed off made my heart leap. What the fuck has Edmund done. If he had told Caspian about my feelings for him I was going to kill him.

“What did he say to you?” I asked a tad too sharply. I was sure I must look terrified.

Caspian tensed at my tone, visibly uncomfortable. “Just…um, stuff. About you. And…me,”

I closed my eyes. It felt as though my stomach had fell through the floor. My skin felt prickly and my head felt heavy. No. This couldn’t be happening. He couldn’t know.

“I am so sorry,” I choked out, stumbling over my words in my haste to get them out. “I don’t know exactly what he told you but it’s not what it sounds like. I can’t stand here and lie and say I don’t like you, because I do,” my throat seemed to be closing up faster and faster. “But it doesn’t matter and you should forget about it because it’s stupid and I’m stupid, just a stupid little girl with stupid dreams and…”

“Y/N,” he said. His voice was level. He was using his Prince – well, King now, I guess – voice. It was calm and full of authority. I shut up before I could fuck up even further. I seriously wanted to cry. He was silent for a moment whilst he gathered his thoughts now I had stopped rambling. I couldn’t bear to look at him, but looking away was even worse. “Did you…mean that?” he finally ventured. But he was quieter now. He took a deep breath. “Do you really think that your feelings for me are stupid? That they…that they don’t matter?” He sounded hurt. It broke my heart.

“No! I mean yes I – fuck, I don’t know!” I sounded pathetic. Stupid. I covered my face with my hands, willing everything to fade away, for this to not be happening. I heard his footsteps approaching me and then I felt his fingers gently pulling my hands away from my face. They encircled my wrists delicately. I willed myself to be strong and met his eyes, fighting the tears threatening to well in my eyes.

“I have so much I need to say,” he said softly, impossibly dark eyes trained on mine. Just looking into his eyes made me feel dizzy. “But I think it would be easier if I just…” I felt him leaning in, getting closer until his face was level with mine and so fucking close I daren’t breathe. He was testing the waters. I couldn’t fathom what was happening until his lips touched mine with such soft, tender passion I could have wept. Those lips I’d been thinking of for so long were on mine. Caspian was kissing me. I had so many questions, so much I wanted to ask him, but I’d wanted this for so fucking long I shoved all thoughts to the side and let it happen, let my lips follow his lead as I kissed him back. He let my wrists go and his hands went to my waist instead, pulling me in tighter. I dreaded the moment he would have to let go.

His lips broke apart from mine and his forehead rested on mine. His eyes were closed, breathing somewhat jagged. “Please don’t stop,” I whispered. I needed more of him. This was what I had yearned for. I couldn’t let it end so soon. “Please…”

A soft growl tore from his throat, his resolve breaking, his lips back on mine, firmer this time, desperate and demanding, pulling me into him whilst one hand at the small of my back lead me backwards to the bed. There was nothing chaste about this kiss. Everything I had suppressed due to fear and everything he had held back came pouring out, his lips forceful against mine and his breathing heavy. I couldn’t believe this was happening, but it was, and my head was spinning and he felt so hot and powerful and strong that I let him lead me. He kissed me hungrily and I gripped his shoulders, relishing every point of contact between us. I inhaled and exhaled through my nose as I tried to remember how to breathe, the taste of his lips clouding my thoughts. Everything was happening so fast and he was tearing off my dress and kissing my neck and his hands were everywhere and he was shirtless and his skin was so tanned and toned just like I knew it would be. His bare skin on mine burned in the most delicious way possible. His tongue was on my skin, following the curve of my neck and I shuddered, arching into him as he loomed above me. Every action was fuelled by lust and hunger and pure, thrumming primal desire but there was an underlying sweetness and passion that was more than just sexual frustration. And I knew that he wanted me and loved me as much as I him, all from the feel of his lips brushing against my skin.

“Caspian,” I breathed. He nipped my shoulder and I gasped. His touch was electrifying, awakening every nerve in my body, and I knew I would be drenched by the time he reached where I was so desperate for contact.

I could feel him fighting to remain gentle, could feel that he wanted to make love to me tenderly, but it was as though now it was happening he let his desire take over. His hands were forceful, pushing my legs apart as he crouched between them, leaving me vulnerable and on display to him completely. The urge to close them again due to self-consciousness was immense, but his fingers dug into my thighs and held them in place, his hot breath tickling my exposed flesh, and in that moment I felt so irrevocably wanted that I let him do as he pleased, aching and silently begging him to touch me through my body language. I couldn’t see his face as he dipped down to plant the lightest of kisses to my inner thighs, just a messy head of soft brown hair that I felt the urge to bury my hands in. The crown had fell off when he pushed me onto the bed and dipped his head to kiss me again; it lay discarded on the floor, along with our clothes. The kisses were gentle, oh so gentle, teasing up and up until he reached where I wanted, needed him the most, before he began the slow taunting pattern all over again. The anticipation of his lips pressing against my swollen clit and his tongue lapping at my wetness was almost hotter than the actions themselves. More kisses. Closer and closer, firmer and firmer. I let my head fall back against my pillow, unable to control my heavy breathing or the slow arch of my back. He was going to drive me crazy, and he had yet to even touch my pussy. Caspian between my legs was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

“Please,” it was a soft plea, but I knew he heard me, that he could hear the desperation in my voice. His lips ghosted over where I craved him most of all, lightly brushing against me, and in my frenzied state of arousal my hips bucked upwards to chase after him. I whimpered. I felt his tongue tentatively flick against my clit. His heavy breathing matched mine, only increasing the heat down there. As his tongue began to explore, slowly but surely, his fingers gripped my thighs tighter. The more he gave the more I wanted. He licked me at a leisurely pace, as though he wanted to savour the moment and draw out my pleasure, and there was a building pressure stirring inside me. I could fucking hear the sounds of his mouth kissing and sucking and licking my pussy. I couldn’t restrain the gasps and helpless moans that I struggled not to choke on that fell from my lips. He made quiet little noises of content whilst he ate me out, too, like nothing there was nothing in the world he’d rather do than lick my pussy. Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. God, his fucking tongue. This, I decided, was much better than talking about our feelings, which I’m sure we would do, just as soon as I-

“Fuck, Caspian, I’m gonna come,” I moaned, slightly embarrassed at how wanton and loud I sounded. I was right on the edge, each stroke of his tongue pushing me further, until every inch of me was alight with pleasure, the tingling pressure intensifying in my lower regions, shooting through me until I saw white behind my closed eyelids, rolling my hips as I hit my release, body limp and content from climax. All the while I felt his hands gripping me, holding me close as he slowed down his administrations and kissed between my legs gently, careful not to over stimulate me. I was warm and happy in the afterglow, with this gorgeous man between my thighs. His eyes flickered up to meet mine through eyelids heavy with arousal, and I groaned at the sinful sight. He planted one last kiss before coming back up level with my face, his own body gliding against mine. This time when his lips touched mine I could taste the slight tang of myself on him, which only turned me on even more despite the powerful orgasm I had just had.

“Thank you princess,” I heard him whisper. He nuzzled my neck. I propped myself onto my elbows and stared at him in bewilderment.

“What do you mean? I should be the one thanking you?” I said in disbelief, but it sounded more like a question. Why on earth was Caspian thanking me after making me come harder than I ever had before? His lips curled into a bashful smile.

“Y/N, all I’ve ever wanted is to make you feel good. To feel you and see you like this,”

I was at a loss for words. I wrapped one arm around his shoulders and pulled him down toward me so I could hug him. So much had gone unsaid. “I guess we should probably talk,” amazingly I was still nervous, even though he had literally just gone down on me and I could feel his naked skin pressed against mine.

“I guess we should,”

But instead I rolled my hips into his and felt his hardness. My stomach flipped, and I felt both shyness and pride. I did that to him. A low growl slipped from his lips.

“Fuck talking,”

He grabbed my hips. I brought my legs up to lock around his waist, forcing his hips to grind downwards to meet me. He laughed breathily at my eagerness, staring at me in wonder. Or arousal, I couldn’t quite tell. His hair was falling around his face, dark messy strands that I had yet to run my hands through. I had half a mind to, but then he thrust into me and I cried out at the sudden fullness, unable to think straight as he buried his cock deep inside me. He slid in effortlessly, soft moans in my ear as he filled me up. I clawed at his back and bucked my hips. Catching my breath proved almost an impossible task when he pulled back, only to ram into me again, stretching me out completely. I cried out.

—–

I woke up sore. Stiff neck and aching muscles that burned in what was an almost pleasurable fashion. Turning my head, I saw Caspian’s dark hair splayed out on the pillow he lay on, his brows slightly furrowed whilst he slept. Everything came rushing back – the way we’d stayed up all night, fucking and talking and making love, and talking some more. No wonder I was so sore. I remembered every touch and caress of his lips, hands and body, and blushed. I reached out to cup his face with the palm of my hand. His eyelids fluttered. Clearly he was a light sleeper. He awoke, confused for a moment, then saw me beside him, the sheets barely concealing my form, and he smiled sleepily.

“Hey,” his voice was low and ever so husky. I bit my lip and felt my own playful grin forming.

“Morning,” I said coyly. We lay face to face and he indicated for me to cuddle up closer, which I did willingly, the feel of his arms around me securing me.

“What time is it?” he asked, my head against his chest. I shrugged, tilting my head up so I could see his face.

“Late. Why? We don’t have anywhere to be…we could just stay here all day,”

He smirked. “Don’t tempt me,”

I feigned innocence. “It’s not my fault I’m so entirely desirable…”

He rolled me onto my back, straddling me and pinning my wrists above my head.

“I don’t know how much more I can take,” I warned him truthfully, even though our position made me want him inside me all over again. I ached though, and I knew walking would be a challenge. His eyes softened immediately, as he had no will to make me feel uncomfortable. Though truthfully, when he asserted his dominance over me like this – my body pinned down by his, arms above my head, completely at his mercy – it was a huge turn on. Pretty much everything he did turned me on.

“We don’t have to do anything right now,” his sensitive and compassionate side was also a definite turn on. Damn.

“Just go easy on me,” that spark was back in his eyes again, but somehow softer this time. He kissed my neck slowly, lovingly.

“I’ll fuck you so gently, princess…” his hot breath sent shivers down my spine. I squirmed.

His lips remained at my throat, gracing it with the softest of kisses, so light they were barely there. “Why do you call me princess?” I asked, but he was distracting me and my voice cracked. He released my wrists and I immediately let my fingers tangle in his hair and tugged, just the way he liked, as I had discovered last night. He groaned.

“Because,” he murmured. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but there was a sultry hint to his voice. “I am the king. That makes you my princess…or queen, if you’d like,” He stopped kissing my neck then, and pulled back so he could see my face. There was a cheeky glint in his eyes. “But I think princess sounds hotter,”

I spread my legs for him. He was right, princess did sound hotter. And I wanted him inside me again. “But we’re not married. Doesn’t that just make me your whore?”

“Of course not,” he tucked his hair behind his ear and smirked. “Whores get paid,”

“Then you’d better pay up,” he chuckled at my words, and all of a sudden I gasped. One of his hands had slyly crept between my thighs, his thumb expertly brushing against my clit.

“I think I’ll take my chances,” he slid one finger inside me and smirked.

“What the fuck is this?”

Caspian whipped his head round immediately, like a startled rabbit, and leapt off of me immediately, pulling his hands away from my body and shooting to the other side of the bed. I’d never seen him so skittish. And then I saw my older brother Peter stood in the doorway, and the words finally registered with me, and I bolted upright, wrapping the sheets tightly around me. Fuck. Mortification flushed red in my cheeks and fear crept through my veins.

 

Peter was stood so still it was slightly scary, his eyes flat. I could see the muscles in his jaw clenching. “I’m going to fucking kill him,” his voice was low but it trembled with anger, and I’d have rather he had shouted. He pointed at Caspian then, moving at last, raising his voice. “I don’t care if he’s the king,” I was scared now.

“Peter, please –’’

“No!” he said furiously. “He is dead,

He turned his attention to Caspian then, who now the initial shock had subsided, seemed pretty much at ease. I looked back at Peter, at the anger flaming in his eyes. “Peter, leave him alone, this has nothing to do with you,” I tried to reason with him, fighting the tremble in my voice.

“Nothing to do with me?” he scoffed, and he laughed, and I worried he had become unhinged. “You’re my baby sister! You’re like thirteen –’’

“I’m sixteen!” I defended myself angrily. I was more upset with Peter than embarrassed now. He was being unreasonable. “God, get over yourself Peter! Did you really think I was gonna stay a pre-pubescent little girl forever? I’m sorry you had to see this – my god, am I sorry – but don’t be an arse!”

Peter was silent. He so desperately wanted to be livid, and he probably still was, but he saw the sense in what I had said.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he muttered, seemingly rather bitter. He addressed Caspian. “I meant it. If you do anything she doesn’t want you to do, or if you hurt her in any way shape of form, it won’t matter that you’re the king. I’ll murder you.”

He left, and I could hear him grumbling to himself down the hall. Caspian was staring at me.

“What?” I asked, visibly shaken by the whole thing.

He pulled me into a hug and I melted into the embrace. It comforted me. “He’ll come around you know. It’s kind of in his job description as big brother to be a dick when it comes to things like this,”

“I know. It just pisses me off when he gets over protective like that,”

“It just means that he loves you. He doesn’t want to admit to himself that he can’t always protect you from everything,”

I looked up at him. “What, and you’d class yourself as something I need protecting from?” I smirked as I teased him.

He grinned wolfishly and flipped me onto my back again, his dominance being unleashed once more. “Oh princess, you have no idea.”

I WANT AN INTERNET BEST FRIEND THAT I CAN TALK TO 24/7(well maybe not 24/7 but you know what I mean ok) AND WE CAN FACETIME AND TALK EVERYDAY AND TELL EACH EVERYTHING AND MAYBE MEET OMG OK sorry

Mariana Trench

Prompt: Three times Michael has lied to either Gavin or Ryan for the wrong reasons, and one time he did it for the right ones. (GTA mavinwood)

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Michael’s in too deep before he even knows it.

It starts in a club the night after their first successful heist as a full crew, a motley assortment of bounty hunters, hit men and vagabonds that Ramsey pulled together from fucking Craigslist, beggars with big dreams who all have just a touch of eccentricity to them. Enough to make things work.

It’s the most fun he’s had in years. He’s known these men seventy-two hours but they feel as close as family already.

Well, maybe not quite like family, because the three of them have wandered away from the rest of the group to sit together at a booth close to the dance floor, and if they were family he wouldn’t be noticing how nice Ryan’s lips look as he lifts his glass to drink, or how the colourful lights flicker across Gavin’s skin so prettily, how good they look sitting side by side - Gavin latched himself to Ryan early on, like a little golden bird perched on the back of a huge dark-haired wolf - now their shoulders brush, they’re sat so close, and Gavin’s fingers trail across Ryan’s wrist to get his attention. Michael can’t stop thinking about how well he’d fit between the two of them.

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British Invasion | 13

Overview: In the middle of her freshman year of high school Riley Matthew’s mother gets a once in a lifetime opportunity to run her firms London Office.  Almost three years later the Matthew’s family moves back to New York and Riley comes to realize everything has changed in the time she’s been gone. Everything except her feelings for a certain green-eyed boy.
Author’s Notes: Features a time-jump // filler chapter
Chapter 13: “Spring Has Sprung.”
Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
Word Count: 4,275

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Lucas ran through the subway station and straight to the Matthew’s front door once he got off at his stop. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of déjà vu as he rushed his way up the stairs and to their front door. He lost track of how many times he literally ran to Riley Matthews. This time however, felt different. This time felt more urgent than the rest.

When Riley yanked her hand away from him yesterday she dropped a small crumpled up piece of paper. Revealing a note that said to meet him at their spot during lunch. The only problem was, he never wrote her a note. He didn’t even know she was in school that day because she was absent from homeroom.

Had he been the one to write her that letter he absolutely would have shown up. Hell, he would’ve skipped the rest of the day with her if she asked him to. It didn’t take long for him to figure out who was behind it all. The only reason he was talking to Avery in the hallway is because she approached him, babbling about a memory he barely remembered. But once Riley approached them it was clear what had been Avery’s intentions all along.  

The look on her face gave it away. She knew Riley didn’t have her phone. She knew Lucas had no idea that she was at school or worse, that she was waiting for him in their special spot. She knew exactly what she was doing when she forged that note and Lucas was furious. To think he ever had feelings for her made him feel sick.  

He waited for Riley after school but she was nowhere in sight. He went to her house, knocked and waited for hours but there was no answer. Finally he gave up and went home but this morning when he woke up he was determined. He couldn’t let Riley think he would ever do that to her. He had to let her know that she wasn’t crazy to think they could have something after all this time because that’s exactly what he’s wanted since the beginning.  

He wasn’t going to let her go without a fight. He lost her before but there was no way he’d let that happen.

Not this time.

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anonymous asked:

harry and louis as mermaids with seashell crowns? i would die of happiness! have a lovely day

Hi hello, this is a post dedicated to Kim Eunsuh aka Kim Se(h)yoon’s (Wow from ACE) sister.

S o let me tell you about Eunsuh (pronounced Eunseo, I know it’s confusing)

SHE IS:

•  a visual

• biggest dork and a cutie

• an incredible dancer 

Here’s her dancing to Fifth Harmony - Bo$$ and absolutely owning the stage

2PM - My House dance cover with Twice’s Momo and now WM trainee Chaeyeon (Eunsuh is in a red tank top)

GFRIEND - Rough performance fancam. She really slays every concept

And finally

• her brother and ACE’s in general best and cutest supporter, just look at her ig

Her bday is very soon, on 14th of november. Her instagram is eunsuh1114

Please don’t forget to go and congratulate her, that’ll be very sweet!

That’s all, thanks for your time :^)

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its still sciles day on the west coast so i didnt miss it >:3c i decided to do a redraw of a trans sciles pic i did last year, and also bc the amazing kat @sleepy-skittles wrote a thanksgiving trans sciles fic for my bday ;_;