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Chapter 16

Summary: After finding out about your possible attendance at Tommy and Billy's big day, Vision decides to pay you a visit.

A/n: Hello! This one is short haha Also did any of y'all get to see the eclipse? Crazy!! Enjoy!

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You and Pietro are staring at the blueprints for the building that the company has been working on. There was a measurement off on an area which has made the work halt until someone can figure out what went wrong. The two of you are trying to decipher where the issue is and what the best solution would be when Vision storms onto the job site.

“Vision, you're not allowed to be here. You're an unauthorized civilian in a construction zone,” Pietro says as he steps around the table to prevent his former brother-in-law from moving further into the unpredictable space.

“I'm here to speak with Y/n. I'm not leaving until I do,” he states and you aren't sure what he could possibly want with you.

“We are trying to work,” Pietro glares at Vision. “Actual life threatening work, not standing pretty in a room full of hungover college students.”

Vision looks at Pietro for a moment then looks back at you. “Do you have a minute?”

Pietro is about to say something when you decide to cut in. “Just this once, Vision,” you grab a spare hard hat and plop it on his head. “Regulations, I’m sure you’ve taught your students about them.” You pat him on the back before guiding him out of the construction zone. He takes the hard hat off and roughly returns it to you as he fixes his hair. “What is so important, Vision? I’m needed inside.”

“I want you to stay away from the tournament,” he states.

You lick your lips in thought and look past him to the job site. The concrete mixing machine is spinning and you fantasize for a moment about pushing Vision into a space and burying him in the concrete. You shake the thought away and look back at Vision. “Why would I do that? Tommy and Billy invited me.”

“That doesn’t matter, I’m uninviting you. They are my boys and if anyone is going to be there to support them, it’s going to be me!” Vision says as he tries to intimidate you. His reasoning for keeping you away confuses you. Why does he really not want you there?

“Vision, no one is saying you can’t be there. Why are you making this a ‘it’s me or you’ thing? This isn’t about either of us, it’s about your sons. I have been helping them practice and they want to show me that our hard work has paid off. Why is that such a bad thing?” You ask, instead of agreeing to stay away. You knew that he was going to make this into a thing, but you don’t understand why it has to be. It’s not like you are dating Wanda or trying to replace him as his kids parent. You don’t understand why he has such a problem with you.

“I know that you have been helping them. You know how I know? Because they don’t stop talking about it. I have friends and colleagues that have children in their class. What kind of father will people think I am if Tommy and Billy give you all of the credit? I don’t want them to run to you when they win. They will be running to me because you won’t be there. Understood? You are to stay away,” he says bitterly and now you understand what’s happening. He doesn’t want his image of being an involved father to be affected. It upsets you that he could easily earn that credit and praise by spending time with his kids. But he relies on everyone else doing the heavy lifting and keeping their mouths shut. You find it ridiculous. “The tournament is happening on my weekend. So I have to be there. They aren’t your kids, you can make up some excuse and not show up. Or else,” he threatens.

“Do you have something to support your ‘or else’ or were you hoping that was enough for me to agree to cancel?” You ask, bored of this conversation.

“Just, leave my kids alone. Okay?” Vision walks away and you sigh. You knew when you accepted the twins invitation two weeks ago, you were going to upset Vision. You didn’t realize that you were making him feel insecure as a parent. You return to work to try and push the encounter out of your mind.

The issue turned out to be a simple adjustment. Everyone cheered because it could have been much worse. It could have taken weeks to fix. There could have been a fatal accident. It could have cost materials that would have taken weeks to replace. It could have been missed until inspection and that would have had the building demolished. The list of scenarios could go on and on. You and Pietro are more than happy about the results of an easy fix.

You forget all about Vision's visit until during your lunch break when Pietro asks what the man wanted. “For me to stay away from Tommy and Billy’s tournament,” you shrugged. It was something you were expecting but you didn't think he would cause a scene at your place of work.

Pietro nods and takes a bite of his food as he looks at the other crew members around the two of you. “Did he say why he doesn't want you there?”

“Kind of? The gist of it was he's an absent father and he doesn't want the rest of the world to know that,” you shake your head and laugh a little as you think back on the conversation. “I tried to threaten me but there's nothing he can do. I'm still going.”

Pietro makes a face, “Threaten you? How so?”

“Well, he just said,” you clear your throat as you get ready to imitate the British man. “Stay away or else!” You roll your eyes. “It's ridiculous, he didn't have anything to say when I asked him what he would do. Because he can't do anything to me.”

“Maybe not to you, but he could do something to my sister. Or worse, he could pull the boys out of that class or make sure they don't show up to the event. I don't know.” Pietro pushes his food around his plate. “All I'm saying is that he can't do anything to you but he can do something to them. So maybe, don't go.”

You frown as you consider Pietro's advice. He was right. Vision might not be able to touch you but he can hurt Wanda and her kids.

Later that night, when you're picking up Rachel from Wanda's house, you feel terrible as you think of the ways Vision can hurt them and the only thing that you can do is comply and hurt them in a different way. “What's on your mind? You've been more quiet than usual,” Wanda asks as she hands you a clean plate to dry.

“I um,” you aren't sure if you should tell her about the encounter earlier. But I'd you're considering canceling on her boys, you can't lie to her. “Vision came to see me today. He doesn't want me there to support the boys next Saturday.”

“What?” Wanda stops scrubbing the pan she was cleaning. “Are fucking kidding me?” She scoffs as she shakes her head. She figured that Vision would come to her when he found out about you attending the event. She can't believe he dislikes you so much. She truly doesn't understand it. “What did you tell him?”

“What I told him and what I’m considering are conflicting,” you truthfully tell her. “I don’t want Vision to do something to the boys or even become a bigger headache for you.”

Wanda nods, she knew that whatever Vision threw at her, she could handle it. However, she agreed that the boys shouldn’t get affected by their father's tantrums. She takes a deep breath. “What are we going to tell them?”

You are a little touched when she includes herself in this conflict. That this isn't something you have to deal with on your own. “I haven’t figured that part out yet. I wasn't sure if I should fight him or not.”

“I know how much the boys would love to have you there but,” she sighs as she hands you the last dish. “Vision can't hurt either of us and he knows that. I don't want to believe that he would do something to hurt his kids but, let's face it. His priorities aren't exactly where they should be.” You dry the plate and set it aside as you nod. “So, we're just going to have to tell them that something came up and that you won't be able to attend. But we'll wait until the end of the week to tell them. Make it seem more urgent.”

You nod with a deep frown. It hurts that you had to cancel on the boys. They've been so excited during the practices that you've done with them since that first night. You don't want to disappoint them but it's better that it's you and not Vision.

On the day that you do have to break the news, Tommy called you a stupid head and said that he didn't want you there in the first place before he stormed up to his room. Billy just cried. Rachel asks you a million questions on the way home. It makes you feel terrible. Nothing could have prepared you for the heartache you felt when you said that you couldn't be there for them.

In the middle of the week, Vision had a basket sent to your apartment with a thank you note. You tossed it in the trash. You couldn't believe that you let him win. All you could do was hope that they'd forgive you or at least forget about the let down.

You tried to forget about it the rest of the week. On Friday, your friends want to go out so you join them. You don't drink as much as you have in the past when hanging out with them but you, Bucky, Steve, and Darcy end up staying out until close to three in the morning. The four of you had a lot of fun. The night started out at a simple bar with a few drinks then it led to one of those modern arcades with a bar. At a certain point, you noticed that Steve and Bucky had gone missing. Darcy claimed that it happens every time she hangs out with them so you didn't question the disappearance. And when they reappeared, you were having too much fun to realize that they had switched shirts.

Everyone ended up crashing at your place instead of going to their homes. You chose to sleep in Rachel's room to give Darcy your bed while Steve and Bucky crashed in the living room. You plugged your phone in and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

In the next afternoon Darcy is shoving you awake. “Answer your damn phone! Some of us weren't made to sleep through natural disaster!” She grouchs as she continues to shake you.

Groggy and discombobulated you squinted through your eyes as the bright sun shone through the blinds. You stretch and yawn as your phone starts ringing again. It's louder than you remember it ever being. You quickly answer the call before checking who it is. “Hello?”

“Y/n, thank goodness!” Wanda says urgently. You spring up in bed, alarmed by her tone.

“What happened? What's wrong? Are you okay? Is it the boys?” You say as you get out of bed.

“Woah, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I mean, it's an emergency but it's not a life threatening one,” she says, a little calmer this time.

Your body relaxes instantly. “Sorry, I'm just waking up. I had um quite a night. Anyway… What's the emergency?” Darcy shouts that you're being too loud so you step out onto the balcony.

“Hold on, are you with someone?” Wanda asks instead.

“No, that's just Darcy,” you say. “She spent the night because we were out late. Bucky and Steve are here as well. But ignore all of that, why are you calling?” You check the time and frown. “Shouldn't you be cheering the boys on soon?”

“Vision dropped the boys off and disappeared,” she says. “I can't get a hold of him. Every time I call it goes straight to voicemail. I asked Tommy and Billy what he said when he dropped them off but their answer wasn't helpful. They're devastated,” she continues and it seems like she's going to say more but instead she says. “Sorry, I don't know why I called I-”

“I'm on my way. I'll be there as soon as I can,” you interrupt before she says that she shouldn't have called you. It makes you happy that she called you for this. “I've got to get ready, I'll see you in a bit. Bye,” you hang up the phone before she can protest.

You quickly inform Darcy that you have to leave and why. She stops you from grabbing your keys. “Not so fast boo boo the fool. You smell like sweat and booze. Shower first, I'll put together some clean clothes and then you can go play superhero.” You don't think you have time but you do have an odor and you don't look very presentable. In fact, you'd hope that they'd refuse entry to someone in your state.

You quickly rinse off the previous night and throw on the clothes that Darcy laid out for you. Steve and Bucky are sitting at the kitchen table and Darcy is making them coffee as you pass them. “Darcy, you have my spare right? Please lock up before you leave.”

“What? Why does Darcy have a spare and I don't?” Steve asks, offended. “We've been friends longer.”

Darcy taps his head, “Hush, they’re on a mission.” She looks up at you with an innocent smile as Steve scratches his head. “Don't worry, I'll be sure to lock up. Now go, go!”

You thank her before racing out of the building. When you arrive, you find Wanda consoling her boys with their Sensei. Someone steps out of the gym and when the door opens you can hear that the event has already started. You jog over to Wanda. “Hey, I'm sorry I'm late. Traffic was just,” you don't get to finish your excuse because Billy crashes against you and greets you with a tight hug. You wrap your arms around him. “Hey buddy, it's alright,” you say gently as you carefully pry him off of you. “What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be in there kicking butt?” You ask as you level with him.

Billy wipes his tears, “I couldn't because I was sad.”

You frown, “Sad? Why were you sad?” You move some of his hair out of his face and pull a bandana out of your pocket to help wipe his tears out of his prescription goggles.

“Because my daddy didn't want to be here and neither did you,” he admits and your heart drops to the pit of your stomach.

You shake your head. “That’s not,” you sigh and look behind him to Wanda standing beside Tommy, he is giving you his best death glare that reminds you a lot of Vision. “I’m sorry that I made you think that, Billy. I thought that there was something more important but I was wrong. Nothing is more important than seeing you and your brother compete today.”

“Really?” Billy squeaks as his eyes start to brighten up a bit. You can see so much of Wanda in him. You grin as you nod.

“Billy, sometimes we are given two choices and I don't always pick the right one. But you are smarter than me. So I'm going to give you,” you point to his chest as you speak, “two choices. Number one, you can quit now and we can all go home. We might watch a movie but there will be nothing to show for it. Or number two, you can show everyone in that room what your Sensei has taught you and what we have worked on together. You and your brother could win trophies and get new belts and then we can go out to celebrate. Which one do you think you should pick?” You try to make one option seem a little more appealing than the other to try and get him inside.

Billy looks at you then to his mom, then to his instructor, and lastly, he looks to his brother. “Do you want to?” Tommy had his arms crossed over his chest with an angry frown and a deep scowl. You could tell that between the two, he was the one that refused to perform. His way of having control over the situation. Something that he was learning from his father. If you don't give him what he wants, he tries to take something away. In this case, he's not getting his father's approval so he's making it so that they don't participate. It hurts Vision’s image, which isn't something that Tommy knows much about. He can't stop playing his father's words over and over in his head, don't embarrass me.

Tommy steps forward, “If we go in there, are you going to stay?”

“I'm going to stay,” you promise. His features soften and he grabs his brother's hand and takes him over to their Sensei. The three walk through the double doors and run to their corner. Wanda walks over and gives you a tight hug, much like Billy had.

“Thank you so much,” she says into your chest.

“Wanda, as much as I love being in your arms, you're holding me back from keeping my promise,” you say as you give her a quick squeeze in return.

“Just a second longer,” she says before she finally releases you. “You are incredible,” she says as she leads you inside. A volunteer stops you from walking further.

“Do you have a ticket?” She asks with a bright smile. You quickly pull your wallet out of your pocket.

“No, I don't actually,” you say but Wanda stops you.

“Nonsense, after what you did for my kids, I've got you covered,” Wanda hands the woman her debit card despite your protests.

“Okay, you two are good to go,” she says then she pulls out a clipboard with a sheet of names and contact information. “I'm also supposed to ask if you would like to sign this petition to get more funding for programs like these. Is that something that you would be interested in?” The woman is a little more flirtatious in her approach and you are thrown off. You size her up as she is clearly eyeing you and you smile at her politely. She bites her lip as she leans a little forward to expose a bit of cleavage.

“Sure, I love to support a good cause,” you say as you take the clipboard and pen to write down your name and phone number. She asks you a couple of more questions before you and Wanda are able to walk away.

“That girl wants a date with you,” Wanda mutters once the two of you are sitting in the stands. “I’m assuming one without any clothes.” You shake your head with a laugh.

“Please, it was just a tactic to get my signature,” you say as you lean in close so she can hear you.

“Oh. So I should judge you because it worked on you?” Wanda asks in a playful tone but there is a layer of truth.

“No, I just thought the cause was worth supporting. What you should be concerned about right now is that Billy is up next,” you say as you point to the floor where Billy is stepping onto the mat. Wanda reaches for your hand and holds it in a tight grip. You don’t pull away, more than happy to give her some sort of comfort. You felt just as nervous watching Billy out there. You record as much of the match as possible. Something for Wanda to send to Vision or people in her family that couldn’t be there.

In the middle of the tournament, your stomach starts to growl and ache painfully. You excuse yourself to buy some snacks at the concession stand. Because neither of her boys are on the mat, Wanda watches you from her seat. On your way back to the stands, the woman stops you for what looks like a quick chat. She cleanches her jaw when the woman touches your arm as she laughs at something you said. She tries to ignore the pang of jealousy she feels as you continue to talk to the woman. You come back to her side when Tommy stands up to enter the mat. When you return, Wanda pulls you close to her and her eyes search for the red haired woman. As soon as she makes eye contact with her, Wanda wraps her arm around your waist and steals some of your popcorn. You laugh because you notice her odd behavior but you don’t question it. Not as much as Wanda is.

When the event is over, Tommy and Billy run to you to show off their awards. You give them high fives and tell them how proud you are. Wanda gives them hugs as she tells them the same. Then they take your hand and race you over to their friends. She puts their prizes in her tote bag as she gets ready to leave. Tommy and Billy have other plans. They have you show each of them how to do the moves you managed to teach them in the past few weeks. Wanda stands back and watches with a wide smile. She snaps a few pictures as she watches but she doesn’t want to view the moment from her phone screen.

“Excuse me,” the volunteer from earlier says quietly to Wanda. “Hi, my name is Nebula and I just wanted to apologize for flirting with your partner earlier. I consider myself to be a girls girl and I didn’t realize that you two were together,” she rambles and Wanda holds her hands up to stop the girl.

“Slow down, we’re just friends,” Wanda corrects her. The words feel wrong coming out of her mouth but she couldn’t stop them. It was like an automatic response every time someone implied that you and her are a couple.

“Oh,” Nebula fails to stop the smile from growing on her face. “Is Y/n seeing someone?” She turns to watch you playing with the kids.

“No. No, they are single,” Wanda knew this girl was being friendlier to you than just getting another signature for a petition. She didn’t want to be the one giving Nebula this information. But no matter what she was feeling, she wasn’t going to sabotage you.

Nebula nods as she continues to watch you. “Do you think they will be creeped out if I use their information from the petition to contact them?”

Wanda watches the girl for a moment and thinks about telling her to back off. That if anyone should be asking you out, it should be her. But was Wanda ready for a relationship beyond physical pleasures? She doesn’t know. And because she doesn’t know, she wasn’t going to gatekeep you. Just in case she isn’t ready for a long time. “I think maybe that’s exactly how you should do that. I’ll get to win a bet if you do,” Wanda says jokingly.

Nebula nods and nudges Wanda with her shoulder, “I’ve got you. Make it a good bet.” She winks, “Thank you. I hope to see you around soon.”

“I’ll give the toast at the wedding,” Wanda jokes again and Nebula walks away laughing.

“Oh, would you look at that, I think she had her eyes on you this whole time,” you say as you walk up to Wanda with both boys wrapped around and hanging onto each of your legs. Wanda shakes her head.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” She steps closer to you and puts her hand on your shoulder. “Let’s get these two some ice cream,” she says loudly and the boys let go of your legs to jump up and down as they cheer. She messes with their hair and tells them to go wait by her car. They start to shove each other on their way out of the building as they race each other.

“Still no word from Vision?” You ask as you scrape the sides of your cup to get every last bit of chocolate ice cream out of the cup. Wanda checks her phone and continues to shake her head to see the lack of responses from Vision. She eats her ice cream and gets some of it on her nose. You wipe it off with your thumb and smile. “Mmm, maybe I should have gotten that flavor instead,” you say as you lick the ice cream off of your thumb. She smiles back at you.

Tommy and Billy are running around the playground while you and Wanda sit on a bench and watch them play. “I don't know if I should take them home with me or drop them off at Vision’s house. I don't know how Vision will react because I'm not even sure why he didn't show up.”

Your smile drops and you look away from her as you shake your head. “I can't believe after the tantrum he threw that he wasn't there for them. He sent me a thank you basket. Which, I don't want to know how he got my address to begin with-”

“He is unbelievable and I am going to be tied to that man for the rest of my life,” she shakes her head again.

“They're pretty great reasons to be tied to him though,” you compliment the boys, making Wanda smile as she watches them chase each other around.

“They are,” she says and then she looks at you. “Will you join us for dinner? I'm thinking that we should go somewhere nice.”

You look at her and when your eyes meet, you want to kiss her. The only thing keeping you from doing that is the fact that her kids could witness it and ask questions that you're not prepared to answer. “Um, yeah, I’d love to. As long as we split the bill.”

Wanda considers insisting on paying for everything but that's not what will catch your interest. It's not a collection of times she has done something for you and you have done things for her. Leaving an imbalance of power between the two of you always. No, you are someone that seeks equal partnership. “Fine by me,” she says.

Your phone goes off and Wanda's heart jumps in her throat from the anticipation. She hoped that the Nebula girl hadn't decided to reach out so soon. “It's a grocery list from Darcy,” you say as another message comes through. “And she and the guys have finally vacated the premise,” you laugh as you respond to the messages. She didn't realize she was holding in her breath until you spoke. Wanda relaxes as she continues eating her ice cream.

“They’ve been at your apartment this entire time?” Wanda asks with a light laugh of her own.

“Apparently, and now I'm all out of food,” you shake your head.

During dinner, Wanda has to excuse herself to take a call from Vision. You distract the boys by being silly to make them laugh, then you ask each of them to tell you about their week since you haven't seen them since last Friday. They go on and on about assignments that they enjoyed or hated. Like how Tommy is bummed about a book report but that Billy is ecstatic about it. He’s already read every book on the list, which he conveniently avoided telling the teacher. In gym class, there is a push up challenge that Billy isn’t thrilled about at all but Tommy is more than ready for. They talk about some playground drama where you find out that your daughter has been married and divorced three times throughout the week. You laugh when you find out that she's currently married to a girl named Kate in their class.

You fondly remember your days in primary school when you were officiating weddings for Jean. She married half the class by the end of the school year. But she never married you back then. She told you that one day she would and then she kissed you on your tear stained cheeks.

When Wanda returns she looks frustrated and you feel for her in her situation. “That was your dad,” she starts as she sits down. “He will be by the house tomorrow with your school bags but you're staying with me tonight.” She can't look at her boys as she stabs her food with her fork. She was still very worked up over the conversation. Billy puts his hand on her arm and she nearly breaks.

“Wanda, do you want to know a trick I use to make water taste really good?” You ask her as you hold your glass up. She looks at you with a fragile expression before she takes your cue. She grabs her cup and you show her the trick you've learned over the years of how to drink something in order to avoid crying. It seems to work and she compliments that the water does taste better. The boys don't believe it so they try it and their brains trick them into believing the technique did anything to change the flavor.

“Thank you,” Wanda mouths when she has calmed down. You shrug in response as the meal continues on.

After dinner, you follow Wanda to her house with Tommy in your car and Billy in hers. He wanted to make sure that you came to their house to play video games and because you wanted to earn their trust, you agreed to drive with Tommy in the car. Wanda thought it was sweet that you cared this much about her boys.

The four of you play three different multiplayer games together. Some rounds were kids versus adults and others you and Wanda would team up with one of the twins. The games went on until nine at night and that's when the kids wanted to watch a movie. You and Wanda sat at opposite ends of the couch with both boys sitting in the middle. When they both went quiet Wanda recruited you to help her take them to their beds.

Once the two were settled in their beds you helped Wanda with cleaning up the mess in the living room by taking care of the cups while she reset the gaming setup. Putting controllers to charge and setting game cases on the game shelf in the cabinet. When all is said and done Wanda walks you to your car.

“Thank you for today,” she says as she stands close to you with her hands in her back pockets. “You'll have to let me know if that girl messages you. I have a lot riding on that bet,” she jokes but her eyes look at both of yours and then land on your mouth. You've heard about this tactic, it's a signal to let you know she wants to kiss you. Suddenly you feel a little nervous. Any kiss the two of you shared could be dismissed with being under the influence or having heightened emotions. But right now, there wouldn't be any excuse. There would just be.

It was a terrifying thought.

“I’m sure you'd be devastated to lose the chance to choose my next haircut,” you retort as you lean in closer to her. Even when you're talking about a potential relationship with another woman, the only person on your mind is Wanda. The two of you gravitate towards each other until your lips meet. The kiss is short but meaningful. She smiles at you when the both of you break away before she bites her lower lip. You smile back at her as she steps away from you. “I'll see you later?” You ask as you open the door to your truck.

Wanda nods, “Yeah, I'll um, I'll see you later.”

“Okay,” you say softly. “Goodnight, Wanda. Sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, Y/n” she repeats and waves goodbye as you climb into your truck. She watches you drive away from the front door. She decides then that she doesn't need to be exploring her sexuality anymore. None of the people she sleeps with make her feel nearly as alive as that simple kiss did. As she lies in her bed, she goes through all of her dating apps and deletes every single one of them. She doesn't need them anymore.

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rjmartin11 · 1 year ago

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I'm Aaron

Chapter Eleven

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: You're a workaholic who decides to take a private mini vacation in Las Vegas. While there, you stumble into and befriend a handsome stranger at a bar. This handsome stranger is more than meets the eye. He wants to show you a great time... privately. It's an experience that you've never had before. You soon realize that you're in over your head, and your heart is falling fast.

Word Count: 4.9K

Warnings: Serious angst, sorrow, heartache, hope for the future.

Author's Notes: Welcome to Eleven! If you have made it this far, you guys are amazing! I appreciate all your support and love! If y'all love this chapter, like, comment, repost, and follow!

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Wednesday just seemed to fly by. Elvis and you stayed in the suite half of the day talking about his final shows and ordering room service.

Elvis sensed a change in your demeanor. You were quieter than usual, and let him do most of the talking. When Elvis inquired about the change in you, you insisted nothing was further from the truth. You'd smile at him, then kiss and hug him to reassure him.

You try to mask your true feelings from him. You do your best to keep a smile on your face. You steal a kiss from him every now and again.

You embrace him deeply, trying to memorize every part of him. His manly musk and Old Spice scent. His fine black hair. His cerulean eyes shined like sea. The feel of his soft skin. The bass of his Southern drawl and how it rumbled in his chest. His boisterous laugh. The way he felt inside you. The taste of his pouty lips. Oh, how you love him. Would Elvis understand how much?

Elvis had two shows Wednesday evening, and you were his special guest of honor. You sat with Lucy and Penny during both shows. You did your best to distance yourself from the other Mafia wives who just saw you as another notch in Elvis' bedpost. You became very friendly with Lucy and Penny. Although you were still suspicious of Penny, you remained as kind as possible.

During intermission, Joann came to the table to give her sincerest apologies for Pam's behavior. You told Joann that you weren't angry at her, and she shouldn't be apologizing for the actions of others. You had respect for Joann because she was kind and courteous. There was a very strong loyalty within Elvis inner circle. You respected that.

The second show flew by, and Elvis shined brighter than the sun itself. Where on Earth did he get all that energy?

The ladies and you sat bar side as you waited for Elvis to appear at the after party. The three of you discussed the differences and similarities of the two shows of the evening. Which suit you enjoyed more. You personally love the black jumpsuit. It was edgy, exciting, and sexy just like him. The thought of him thrusting on stage made your heart palpitate and pussy throb. How can you leave him?

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Lucy asked, gently rubbing your shoulder. "You seem upset."

"Just... thinking." You responded.

"May I ask what about? You look so sad."

It was just you and Lucy. Penny and Joann went to get another drink from the bar. You felt like you could trust Lucy. She was the closest thing you had to a friend in Vegas. You hadn't bothered calling Jill back, and Lucy knew more about Elvis.

"Lucy, Elvis asked me to move with him to Memphis last night."

Lucy's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped low from the shock of your revelation.

"Really? What did you say?" She asked.

"He stopped me before I could say anything. He told me to think about it, but my mind is made up." You paused.

"Well, don't leave me hanging. Are you coming to Memphis?"

"I can't, Lucy. I still have some...things to figure out back in Atlanta."

"Things? Is there someone else?"

"No," you shake your head. "Elvis is the only one."

"Then why not come to Memphis? You'd love it. Live music is everywhere. The best barbecue in the South."

"You're really laying it on thick, huh?" You asked Lucy.

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "I could use another friend."

A smirk graced her face, and she took a sip from her glass. You do enjoy your time with Lucy. Although she seemed quiet, she was fun, knowledgeable, and kind. She didn't place herself with the mixture of the Mafia wives and girlfriends because she knew of their drama. She trusted a few people and not everyone. Lucy believed in telling people what they needed to hear, not what they wanted to hear. She didn't gossip or spread rumors, which made her a great asset to the group. Lucy knew there was something between me and Elvis, which is why she told me about his ex-girlfriends and ex-lovers.

"I guess I could always use another friend, too," you say, smiling.

"So you'll come to Memphis?!?"

"I didn't say that, Lucy."

"Y/N." Lucy beseeched me.

You shake your head. You can't believe she really wants you to stay with Elvis. Drop everything you know in Atlanta and move. Maybe this was a sign that you should stay with Elvis. Maybe.

The next second, you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turn around, and it's Jerry.

"Hi, Jerry."

"Hey, Y/N." Jerry says.

"Oh, I see how you do me." Lucy stated. "Brush me off for another woman right in front of me. That's what we're doing now?"

You widened your eyes. What did he do? Jerry had a smile on his face the whole while. He leans over and gives Lucy a kiss.

"Hey, baby. You look gorgeous tonight. That dress on you is spectacular." Jerry replied.

"Oh, this old thing?" Lucy smirked.

These two were too cute for words. Lucy and Jerry had their own secret love language. Jerry looks back at you and says.

"Elvis wants to see you privately, Y/N."

"Okay. I'll see you later, Lucy." You say your goodbyes, and Jerry escorted you out of the after-party and to another room.

Jerry opened the door for you to this other room on the penthouse floor. It's the only room you've never been in on the whole wing. Elvis sees you walking in. A giant grin covers his face, and he walks over to you, planting kisses on your face. You giggle at the gesture.

"Your shows were amazing tonight, E! I had so much fun." You say, hugging him back.

"Thank you, Y/N/N, baby."

When you opened your eyes, you realized you two were not alone. You slowly released Elvis and backed away.

"Y/N/N, I want you to meet someone." Elvis steps to the side, and you get a better view of this older gentleman.

The gentleman was Elvis' height with fine white hair and a thin salt and pepper mustache. He dressed well. He had a warm smile, which brought you comfort because you were alarmed by his presence.

"Y/N, this is my father, Vernon Presley. Daddy, this is Y/N."

Oh, his father. You started to laugh a little bit. You placed your hand on your stomach while Elvis held your other hand.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Presley. It-it's nice to meet you." You choke out.

"It's nice to meet you as well, honey." Vernon steps forward and offers you his hand. You accept it gladly.

You look into Vernon's eyes and smile. For their the same eyes as Elvis. It's Vernon you have to thank for the beauty of your love.

"Elvis has your eyes, sir."

"Well, Gladys' eyes were brown, so I guess he does have my eyes."

"I'm sure you get it all the time."

"Not too often, but thank you for noticing."

"Y'all hungry, or is it just me?" Elvis asked.

"I could eat." You interject.

The three of you eat together and talk over dinner. Vernon was a bit quiet but spoke when he was asked a question. You noticed when Elvis and Vernon make eyes at one another during dinner like there was a secret going on between them. You didn't fixate on the matter with the thought of leaving Elvis in less than two days.

After dinner, you and Elvis bid Vernon a goodnight. Then, without anyone noticing, you both sneak into his suite to spend some quality time together.

Elvis takes you into his arms and plants a kiss on your forehead. Then, your right cheek. Then your left cheek. He kisses the tip of your nose, and finally, he kisses your lips. The butterflies start to flutter in the pit of your stomach.

Elvis slowly moves away from your lips and gazes into your eyes. He still holds you close.

"Baby, is everything okay?" Elvis asks, cupping your face.

"I'm fine. Everything is fine. Why do you ask?" You inquire.

"Something. I don't know, baby. You seem... distant."

You guess you're not that great of an actress after all. You smile away the tension you feel at this current moment and try to catch those butterflies that he gave you a moment ago. You kiss him back once more and cup his face.

"Nonsense. Do you know how happy you've made me in the last week? I feel like I view life through a different lens now because of you. I'm so grateful."

"How grateful, Y/N/N?" Elvis asks, rubbing your back.

"Should I show you?" You whisper.

"Please show me."

You raise his neck and start slowly kissing him. You feel his heart racing as he laces his hands in your curls. He breathes rapidly, and you both collapse on the bed.

Elvis rolls on top of you and kisses you deeply, passionately. You unbutton his shirt and run your hands over his tanned chest. Then you unbuckle his belt. Elvis slides his hand down between your legs and into your sacred place.

You jerk your head back, trying to catch your breath. You slip your hand into Elvis' pants and stroke his hardened cock. Elvis moans at your gesture. You take this opportunity to turn him over by way of interwoven your legs. You flip yourself, where you are saddled on top of Elvis. Elvis cups your face with one of his hands. You kiss the palm of his hand and smile.

You begin to undress yourself.

"You're my brave girl, aren't you? You ain't nervous to be bare in front of me, are ya, baby?"

"Not one bit," you say, removing your dress completely and tossing it to the side.

You gently place yourself on top of Elvis' penis. You slowly grind on top of him, and Elvis firmly grips your sides, gently hoisting you up and down on his dick. You both moan off beat as you rise up and down on his cock. In a pleasure filled state, Elvis rolls his eyes closed.

"No, E. Look at me." You say, placing your hands on his face to get his attention. You lean your head against his forehead and whisper. "Your eyes are bluer than the heavens in the month of May. More... clearer than any ocean. Huh. You light up my life, Elvis."

You see tears spring from his eyes. He feels marvelous. The next moment, Elvis raises you onto his lower stomach, cumming all over himself. You cum where he placed you on his lower stomach. You both catch your breath as you are spent in each other. You find yourself in Elvis' embrace. He kisses your lips so softly.

"Y/N, baby, that was so amazing, and what you said... that was sweet. No one's ever described my eyes that way." Elvis says.

"I meant every word."

Elvis kisses your temple, lays his head back, and closes his eyes. After a moment, you hear him lightly breathing, and you know he's asleep. You lay your head on his chest and listen to the rhythm of his heart. It brings you comfort, but the more you listen to it, the more you believe his heart beats in sync with your own. No, that can't be, you think. How can that be?

You look up at the clock. You notice it's after midnight. It's Thursday. You have one more day to be with Elvis. Time seems to be against you. It's like you're living in an hourglass, and you can see the grains of sand pour to the bottom.

You feel the tears burn your eyes, and you softly pat your damp face. You can't cry. Not now. You decide to go and take a shower. Maybe the warm water could bring you some comfort.

You quietly get out of bed and head towards the bathroom.

"Baby, where you going?" Elvis awakens from your absence in the bed.

You stop short at the sound of his voice. You don't turn around for fear that he'll see your tear stained face.

"I'm just going to the bathroom. Go back to sleep." You tell him.

You turn on the shower and jump in. You don't really care about the temperature of the water. You want to release the tension you're feeling. You start to cry as the water hits your toes. You feel like the walls of the hourglass are closing in, and the sand is speeding faster than water to the bottom. That fragile glass is cracking before you.

So many questions flood your mind, such as:

How can I leave him?

How will I tell him?

If I break his heart, shall I also break my heart in the process?

How can I go back to a life without love?

Suddenly, you hear the door open to the bathroom. You quickly rinse away your tears, allowing the water to run over your face. Hopefully, clearing your eyes from the redness of your tears.

"Y/N/N, baby, you've been in here a while. You okay?" Elvis asks outside the shower door.

"I'm almost done, E."

Elvis opens the door to look at you. He politely glares at your body up and down as the water covers you from head to toe.

"May I join you?" He asks.

"I won't stop you."

Elvis climbs in the shower with you and kisses you. He puts his head back in the shower spout, allowing the water to soak his body. Then he kisses you again. You both stare at each other for a moment. Fearing you may start to cry again, you gently hug Elvis. Elvis holds you closely, rubbing your back as the warm water runs over your bodies.

"Elvis?"

"Hmmm?"

"Why are you so good to me?"

"Should I be cruel to a heart that's true?" Elvis asks, holding her face between hands.

You lightly shake your head no and smile.

"Y/N, you have the prettiest brown eyes I've ever seen." Elvis says.

"There's nothing special about my eyes."

"That's not true. I see you. I see the beauty in your gentle soul. You light up my life, Y/N."

You smile, and Elvis kisses you again. You both spend the next five minutes in the shower cleaning each off. You dry off each other and head back to bed. Elvis wraps his arms around you, holding you until he falls asleep. Your nerves are still on end, and you barely catch a wink. One more day. One more day, with your love. You cuddle up closely to Elvis and drift off to sleep.

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Thursday was pacing by agonizingly slow. Elvis kissed your face continually, trying to get your attention.

"Morning, Y/N/N." He whispers in your ear. "Wake up, please. I wanna spend a few minutes with you before I go."

You smile at him, blinking your eyes open.

"Morning, E," you yawned, quickly covering your morning breath.

Elvis moved your hand away from your mouth, intertwining your fingers together, and slowly placed his lips on top of yours.

"Hmm... you are so sweet." You spoke with a groggy voice. "Did you say you had to go?" You tried clearing your throat to speak more clearly.

"Yeah, I gotta do rehearsal for the last show tomorrow night." Elvis dipped his head in the nook of your neck.

Damn. Your flight is on Friday afternoon at 5 p.m. His first show is at 10 p.m.

No, Elvis, please don't talk about tomorrow, you think, holding onto him. Tomorrow I leave you. Let's focus on today. Today, the sun is shining and bright. Today, you are in my arms, and I'm in yours. Tomorrow I won't be. Tomorrow, my arms will be empty with nothing but my bags as I board a plane and leave you. Let's speak of today. Your eyes are clear today. Tomorrow, they will be sad and gray. Let's just stay in today.

Your thoughts get the best of you and you comb your fingers through his hair. "Elvis Aaron, let's talk about what we'll do today, huh?"

Elvis looks at your face, confession covers his features.

"Baby, are you crying?"

You quickly wipe your face.

"No, E. My allergies are catching up with me."

"Allergies?"

"Yeah, my nose gets runny and my eyes water. It's also a sign of me waking up. I just hope I don't start sneezing." You lie.

You lie your ass off. You just want to enjoy your last day with Elvis. You know if you discuss it or bring it up, you'd be crying all day, and he'd talk you into going home with him.

"Do I need to get one of the guys to go to the store to getcha some allergy pills?" Elvis asks.

"Oh no, Elvis. I have some in my luggage."

Damn the luggage. Not the next thought you wanted to have.

"Well, baby. After I'm done with sound check and rehearsal, I'm all yours for the rest of the day. What should we do?" Elvis asks, laying down beside you as he props his head up on his hand. "Do you wanna go back to the Golden Steer? Stuffed mushrooms sound good."

"Or we can order room service? They have some great stuffed mushrooms and pasta. I'm craving pasta."

"Okay. We can do that. Sounds great." Elvis smiles and pecks your lips. "Now I need to go get ready."

Elvis scurried away from the bed to get dressed, and you sit up on the bed waiting patiently. Elvis takes about ten minutes to look his best, and that doesn't take much because he's gorgeous. He looks at you with those baby blues, and you smile. Elvis still manages to make you smile. He still has the power to make your heart flutter. It has only been six days after all. He gives you one last kiss before he leaves and exits the suite.

You exhale that breath that you were holding in. You get out of bed and get ready for the day. You take another shower, brush your teeth, and do your hair. You can't bear to look at yourself in the mirror for your morning affirmations. The only words that come to mind are fool and coward.

You leave the bathing room and put your clothes on. You grab your bag and search for your plane ticket for Atlanta. You find it in the your the lining of your luggage and look at the ticket fully. It reads:

From Las Vegas, Nevada to Atlanta, Georgia. 5 P.M. departure.

You sit back on the floor and clutch the ticket to your heart. You contemplate your situation. You play with the pros and cons over and over again in your head.

Con: We just met six days ago.

Pro: He's a sweetheart.

Con: He lied to me the first night we met.

Pro: He wanted me to get to know him as a man and lover. Not a singer. Not an entertainer.

Con: He has old girlfriend issues.

Pro: It seems that he makes me his priority.

Con: Quitting my job for a man I just met.

Pro: He'll take care of me.

Con: I'm too young.

Pro: I love him.

These run in your head over and over again. It all runs to you loving him, yet you fear this love is unrequited. Yes, he's a great lover and friend, but neither of you established yourselves as a couple.

You ultimately decide it's best to leave him and get your life together. How can you start a life with Elvis when you personally don't have all your ducks in a row?

If you love someone, you must let them go. If they come back to you, they are yours. If they don't, it was never meant to be. You think.

Elvis has to trust that you are making the right decision. This is the toughest decision you've ever made. You keep questioning yourself because you found the love you've dreamed of and prayed for.

But who falls in love in a week? Something that begins so suddenly can end just as quickly. You don't want that. You just need time. If Elvis cares even one tenth about you, he will understand. Maybe even one day he can love you as much as you love him.

After you finish contemplating your pros and cons, you decide to take a nap. You laugh at the other pros and cons that didn't matter as much like:

Cons: No sex

Pros: Elvis will rock your world.

Cons: Mafia Wives

Pros: Lucy

Even Lucy tried to convince you that Memphis was a great place to live.

You don't think on Memphis too much as sleep starts to invade your idled brain. You don't fight it. You allow it to take over you. Sleeping is better than crying your worries away. It's better than crying yourself into hysteria or a headache. You'll tell Elvis over dinner.

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You feel the touch of his soft lips on your cheek and warmth cascades over your body. You smile, opening your eyes to see Elvis' handsome face. He smiles back, kissing your nose.

"Hey, baby."

"Hey, E." You answer him. "How was rehearsal?"

"It went great. Everyone is on their best behavior. They know where they need to be. It's going to be great. I'm excited."

"I hear it in your voice." You say, raising from where you lay.

"I'm starving. You ready to order room service, Y/N?"

"Yes, I'm hungry."

You both order room service. In the next fifteen minutes, your dinner has arrived at the suite. Two plates of pasta with chicken and a large order of stuffed mushrooms. You both agreed that you'd get dessert after dinner.

You both eat your dinner on the floor where you ate your breakfast the other morning. You engage in deep conversation, and you speak as if nothing is wrong. Elvis speaks on your mood. You tell him that you just needed to eat something and assure him you feel much better.

"Good thing, baby. Cause I was worried." He tells you.

"I never meant to worry you. There's no reason to worry." You tell him as you take his hand.

"I'm glad to know that." Elvis leans in and kisses you. "I can't wait to show Memphis, baby. I can't wait to show you Graceland! You'll love it."

"Tell me more about Graceland. Please." You ask him, sliding over to Elvis and placing your head on his head.

"Well, it my little patch of heaven. I bought the house for my mama because she loved the old Southern charm of it all. I loved how it was gated and was bigger than the shotgun house I was born in."

"Tell me more. Tell me everything." You want to know even if it stings.

"When you come off the road, you turn into the metal gates that have music note on them. The gates open to this a long driveway surrounded by several beautiful live oak trees. You see the house in the distance."

"What's the house look like?"

"It's a large cobblestone estate with green shutters on the windows. The front of the house has four large pillars holding it up. At the top of the pillars, where the attic is, sits a mini window on the triangle frame. There are hedges in front of the first-floor windows on either side. The stairs in front are guarded by two classic lion statues on both sides. A stain glass window above the door with roses and the letter P in the middle. Nothing to special about the front door itself. The handle is unique. It's golden, and you use your thumb to open the door."

"What's on the other side of the door?" You ask, holding his hand.

"White carpet graces the halls. From the front door to the living room on your right and to the dining room on your left. If you look up, you'll see the chandelier. There's a fireplace.The curtains are a royal blue with gold trim. I have a music room that goes beyond the living room with a piano. Before you reach the dining room, you'll see the staircase that leads to my room. Our room."

You look up at Elvis, and he smiles at you.

"Our room?" You ask. "Is our room pretty?"

"It's magnificent. The bigger room in the house. The biggest bed you've ever seen."

"It's bigger than this bed?" You point at the bed you both currently sleep in.

"Bigger. With satin sheets." Elvis says, kissing the top of your head.

You love this man. You want to go with him to Graceland so badly. You pray he'll understand your plea, and he forgives you. The next moment, the two are falling to sleep in each other's arms.

Friday, the next morning.

You awaken in a stupor. You feel so numb and sad. Elvis unwrapped his arms from around you in the middle of the night, making your getaway easy.

You slipped out of bed and headed to the shower. You take a quick shower, trying to find the right words to take Elvis. This isn't going to be easy or simple. Again, you're unable to look in the mirror. You put your clothes out last night to wear them today. You dress yourself and head out to the sofa by the television.

You sit there in silence with your bags in front of you. You try to relax yourself as Elvis sleeps. You pray that everything will turn out for the best. You hear Elvis wake up, but you don't look over at him.

"Y/N? Baby?" He calls for you.

"I'm here, Elvis." You answer him.

Elvis looks over at you, but you don't look back. He grunts and gets out of bed, heading over to you.

"Baby, what are you doing over here?"

"I..." You pause. You realize this is it. The truth is coming out. "I have a plane to catch."

"What? Y/N, we don't leave for Memphis until tomorrow morning."

"I can't go with you to Memphis, Elvis." You say, tears flowing down your cheeks.

"Why not?" Elvis asked.

"We just met a week ago, and I still have some growing up to do myself. If anything you taught me, it's I can be on my own and live life to the fullest."

"No, baby, you're running. You're running away from me. Why? What are you so afraid?"

You shake your head. "No, I'm not running."

"Yes, Y/N/N, you are. You're running away. Why, baby? Why are you running away from me?"

"Because I love you!" You shout at Elvis.

You cover your mouth at your confession. You're shocked at your own words, yet you feel a weight lifted off your shoulders. It feels good to get the truth out instead of concealing it from him. You feared the profession of your love to Elvis would scare him away, but perhaps your confession will allow him to let you go. It will break your heart, but it's time to get back to reality from this week long daydream.

You continue to be as honest as you can with him, tears steady flowing down your cheeks.

"I love you, Elvis Aaron. So much. You are amazing and beautiful inside and out. You are fun and exciting and a little dangerous. You're addicting too. The love I feel for you is irrevocable. Elvis, after spending so much time with you. I realize, in fact, you are a king."

Elvis' eyes are wet, but he shakes his head at your last statement.

"No, Y/N. I'm not..." Elvis starts.

"If you heard what I said." You interrupt him, lightly placing your index finger over his mouth. "I said a king. Not the king. We both know who the true king of kings is. But in the world of men, there are kings. Men who walk proudly but not in vain. Like you. You give with your heart and soul. Like when we went shopping the other day. You gave that homeless man money because you knew he was in need. You weren't too proud to help someone less fortunate than you. You didn't do it because you are this big mega star. You are humble and kind. You give of yourself, and put others before yourself. These are traits that make you a true king amongst men. All the reasons I've fallen in love with you."

Elvis smiles and shakes his head at you.

"I love you too, Y/N/N. I loved you the first night we met. You let me in your heart when you thought I was just a regular security guard."

You laugh with joy as more tears fall from your eyes. Elvis continues to speak.

"If you love me so much, Y/N/N, why aren't you coming with me?" He asked.

"I need to go back home, Elvis. To get myself straight, and I'll come back to you. I promise. I found that the safest place is in your arms. I will write to you. My love."

Elvis grabs you and kisses you with so much passion that you nearly pass out. Your heart swoons.

"You will come back to me, won't you, baby? You will come to me in Memphis?" Elvis asks, partial fear shadowing his voice.

"I will. I promise."

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mitchell2606 · 5 days ago

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Also specifically for the Democrats who didn't vote because of single issues like the economy or Gaza. Please leave a material reason for why in the comments (not the tags/reblogs)

This is my perspective:

I cannot fathom people hearing about the plans Trump has and going "they're both the same". The dude who said he would "bomb the fuck outta them", the dude that actively did shit to raise tensions overseas, the dude who actively wants to be a dictator. Y'all think abstaining is morally neutral or good when he openly wants to "finish the job" in Gaza.

I hated hearing the rhetoric like "I understand why you don't want to vote for Kamala because of the genocide" like NO I reject that completely. If both sides are going to continue the genocide, then you have to think about all the other issues that are being decided. It's not a moral victory to check out of the political process when trans rights, women's rights, immigration, lgbt rights, mass deportation, foreign affairs, climate change, and so many others are also on the ballot.

Like "I can't support democrats because of Gaza" is the same as being like "This issue is more important than any other issue, trans rights can't be fought for while there's a genocide, women's rights are fine to regress because theres a genocide, immigrants can be thrown out of the country because there's a genocide, any violence against minorities in the US is fine because there's a genocide" I understand that most people who are against the genocide don't want violence over here either but in no way is not voting going to stop the genocide. There is a sliver of hope when we elect Dems but no chance in hell when we elect Republicans (and they get to screw over minorities even more in the US.) there is no moral high ground to not voting; at best its a cowardly shitty thing to do, at worst you are actively contributing to the world's decent into fascism.

I just don't get why it's an all or nothing with the more far left types or twitter leftists, like if you actually believe in socialism and a democratic rise to power then, *surprise*, it's going to take awhile. The Dems really fucked up electing Hillary as the candidate in 2016 but they failed then, learned nothing, put up Biden in 2020, learned nothing, now they've failed again and learned nothing. Maybe we need to actually get involved in politics, actually work our way up like all the far right Republicans.

Or let's just fantasize about how morally correct we are as thousand of people lose rights, get deported, kill themselves, and get killed because we can't possibly show up to the fucking Poll once every four years. Can't be bothered to vote early, can't be bothered to have any actual praxis. And I'm snitching on myself like I definitely wasn't as involved as I should have been these last 4 years, so I'm sorry.

This is more of a rant than a discussion, I just need to get out my feelings. I have a friend that was very Jill Stein, protest the vote pilled and I'm just so angry at that type of person right now. I know they didn't really affect the election (at least from those that voted) but the rhetoric is just frustrating coming from people who say they support leftist ideas.

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tnsophiaonly · 8 months ago

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Honestly finally someone spoke up about the horrible things in the fandom😭,

I really don't like ships (except canon ones or NPC's) but I at least respect those people, LIKE I'VE SEEN PEOPLE DOXX AND BASH PEOPLE BC OF A SHIP...

And also the designs omg literally, I don't mind how little the darker skinned color characters but it wouldn't really hurt anybody if they added more of them. Like I understand the standard in China but literally :(

But changing the races of characters and calling it 'fixing' is wrong. That still isn't your character to 'fix'

AND OML THE RAIDEN AND YAE DESIGNS MAKES ME CRY. Kimono's aren't meant to be revealing, and if wanted to be revealing it, kimono doesn't show cleavage. Instead, it shows the back of the neck to accentuate the beauty of the females back line. Now yes, ei and yae does show their back at the kimono, but it also shows their cleavage. And now the whole excuse about the sword coming out of raiden's heart is true, but do something about that revealing outfit ☹️ you can literally tell who was designed by a man and a woman bro (ex. Furina, faruzan)

If they could make Yunjin have no skin showing, why couldn't they make other characters not have skin showing too (I understand it's for the Chinese opera thing but yeh)

Also, regarding the generosity of genshin devs, just ignore it, genshin is MUCH MUCH more than gambling and gacha c:

Mischaracterization is also a bit h and the constant twink comments or saying 'they look 10' fuck off and disappear.

Aether harem and/or lumine harem has to STOP. (Lumine is mine GRRR)

And turning characters THAT AREN'T YOURS TO BEGIN WITH to black or white doesn't make them better, it doesn't fix anything (unless you change their clothing to proper clothing [looking at you Yae] yeah)

Also incest is disgusting. Kaeluc shippers I hope y'all disappear bc the Chinese translation ain't backing up your argument‼️ LUMINEXAETHER SHIPPERS, LYNETTEXLYNEYXFREMINET SHIPPERS, ANY LOLI CHARACTERS SHIPPERS, I HOPE YOU DISAPPEAR TOO. If you ship them, I hope you look back at your actions and wonder how horrible and forever be in great anguish for ever shipping that putrid skunk.

To the people who simp for the lolis or just a lolicon, ew, you low-budget faggot, a disgrace to your ancestors, family, friends, and community, one of the cons of the existence and freewill humanity, one of the people who's first to be wiped when god decides to remove all evil, and one of the people I'll think off whenever I feel unmotivated to become motivated so I don't end up like you.

Just wanted to rant :3

I'll rant more later lmao

Overall genshin isn't bad, just ignore it's fan base/fandom‼️ stick to the theory makers (like Wei 🔅), don't support story leakers, only look for build/mechanic leakers‼️ and remember, DON'T BE PART OF THE PROBLEM‼️‼️

Blame the players not the game :>

Why the hell did I waste so much time researching to get my points right in my arguments and type this shit down?? Smh I may be the most triggered about the controversies of the fandom lmao

Speaking Out On Genshin “Stereotypes”

This passage talks about p3d0ph1li@, l0l1 b@it, yanderes, 1nc3st, and items related along those listed. If this triggers you, please please do not read. I do not care if you comment hate towards me and what I wrote, it needed to be said. Personally targeting my background, sexuality, and being outright disrespectful in your "comments", however, will result in a block.

First subject, rarepairs. A lot of people get made a rarepairs because they either don’t make sense to them or they just don’t like them. They’re called rarepairs for a reason. If the dynamic works (for example, if they don’t canonically despise or hate each other), and both of the characters are of legal age mind you, then it’s fine to ship them. This is the same for teenager x teenager. It doesn’t hurt you or anyone if someone ships, for example, Beidou x Candace.

Second subject, children. I shouldn’t even have to even talk about this in the first place. Just because a character in Genshin is 500 years old, this is pinpointed at Nahida, but is in the body of a child and looks like one does not give you ANY right to sexualize them. A lot of people use Nahida’s actual age as an excuse, yet when it comes to using Qiqi’s age they mostly stay silent. They prey on Nahida because they see her as a naive child, at least from what I have saw. Ao3 fics are a bright example of this, I was unfortunate enough to stumble on many of them.

Our third subject, pick me’s. Ayaka, Nilou, Keqing, Layla, etc are not pick me’s. Ayaka is someone that never had any friends, so of course she’s going to be partially clingy around traveler. Nilou is a dancer, she’s not some obsessive yandere who will hunt down others for the traveler. Keqing and Layla are overworked, traveler has a calming aurora in some ways, and helps them relax. They can be themselves around traveler because traveler never judges them.

The fourth subject revolves around the anemo men. The amount of atrocious things that have been written about them, too. Just because they’re flirty and care for the traveler does not mean that they are automatically in love and obsessed with the traveler. “Oh! Xiao saved us”, “Kazuha saved us from the Shogun!”. Yes, they did so because it’s Xiao’s duty to do so, and Kazuha acted out of instinct so he wouldn’t lose another friend. I’m not stating that they wouldn’t be interested, just use more evidence than they saved us please. It’s not that difficult to dig out context clues.

Fifth subject is shipping the traveler with the older Genshin characters. Zhongli, Neuvilette, Jean, Lisa, etc. Keep in mind that traveler is in a 15 year old body, and everyone that I’ve listed is in their mid-20’s and up. I do not think that Jean would be interested in dating a traveler that not only looks like a teenager, and someone she sees as a friend and companion. Now Lisa is flirty with the traveler, but that’s her personality. She’s naturally flirty as seen doing so with Kaeya, Jean, and Mika. Same can be said about Kaeya and Lyney in terms of a flirty personality.

Six, saying Genshin characters look like children, or they’re revealing in terms of clothing. This game is absolute bait. It’s loli bait, they always sexualize females, the games “jiggle physics” are absolutely a standpoint of this. No child, or anyone for that fact, should have an outfit to when they glide you can see their undergarments. No lawyer should wear a short skirt and a somewhat mismatched crop top. No Shogun wears a short dress with a breast window. No shrine maiden should wear an outfit where there’s a side breast window. Ganyu’s outfit is absolutely ridiculous, no official of a nation should dress like that. The short males look like children, mostly Scaramouche and Lyeny, because again it’s bait.

Subject seven on our list is mischaracterization. Kamisato Ayato is not going to force traveler to continue the Kamisato bloodline. That entire idea is giving “Continue the Redfield bloodline Leon”. Lyney would not be toxic or straight up babyish in a relationship just because of his fatui background. Scaramouche would not give a shit if you left him during his whole God phase. If you’re going to write or say a headcannon about characters do research.

Eight, aging up characters in smut fics. Aging up a child or teenager in any smut fic is literally just someone using the “age-up privilege” to write smut fics about the character. Characters like Xingqiu, Bennet, Chongyun, and Razor are often targeted. Respect the fact that they are minors.

Nine, disliking popular ships within the fandom. It will not kill you if someone doesn’t like EiMiko (Ei and Yae Miko), JeanLisa (Jean and Lisa), and ZhongChi (Zhongli and Childe) for example. Stop saying that anyone who dislikes queer Genshin ships is homophobic.

Ten, making traveler out to be rapist, pedophile, obsessed stalker, etc. Traveler is just someone wanting to find his/her sibling. Stop writing them in a light that makes them seem like a horrible person whatsoever.

Eleven, Dottore and other villains. The amount of people that have been sent rape and death threats on TikTok for liking Dottore is absolutely insane. He's a villain, he's supposed to be bad. Same goes with every other harbringer. Just because they have some redeemable quailties, does not mean that they're automatically good. Morally gray characters exist. It doesn't matter if someone simps or likes Dottore, it's their choice, not yours. It's the same thing as a simping for and/or liking a villain like William Afton, Bill Cipher, Makarov, etc.

Subject twelve or the list, harassing cosplayers. Someone commented to "recreate the GMFU Scaramouche animation" on a cosplayers TikTok. Not only was that request outright disgusting, the cosplayer could've been a minor. I would say if they were or not, but they didn't have it in their bio nor did they mention it in the TikTok. Do not go around calling people "mommy", "daddy", saying "step on me", and items related just because you like the character they're cosplaying so much. They could be a minor and even if they weren't, you using terms such as the ones mentioned could make them uncomfortable.

Thirteen, disses of characters. Most of the time in diss edits or posts, they always put a strong character against one that isn't. For example, Nilou would not beat Ayato in a fight. She's a dancer that fights in a dance style. Ayato is a trained swordsman who know how to wield a sword and polearm, is highly intelligent (not that Nilou isn't smart herself), and runs a group of ninja/assassins. Do research before comparing characters.

Fourteen, hate the VA (voice actor), not the character. This happened with Tighnari's original English voice actor. A lot of people stopped playing him and hating him. I understand if you cannot play the character anymore because you relate to what happened with the original voice actor's victims, if so I am deeply sorry for you, but please do not completely bash the character for something the voice actor did.

Fifteen, calling Genshin characters pedophile's because they work and look after children. Baizhu was called a pedophile because he worked and took after Qiqi. Most of the talk has been died down, but it went wild for a little while. Kaeya does not like Klee romantically just because he held her hand, stepped in so no one would upset her, and helped her preform in the play in the previous summer event. Baizhu and Qiqi have a father-daughter relationship and Kaeya and Klee have a brother-sister relationship.

Sixteen, incest. Kaeya and Diluc. Kaeluc (Kaeya and Diluc), shippers are holding onto the scuffed Chinese translation of Kaeya's hangout with their life. They're adopted brothers. That is incest. If they were step-brother, half-brothers, and full-blood brothers that would be incest, too. Same goes for Ayato and Ayaka, Lyney, Lynette, and Freminet. Just because you are adopted does not mean that liking your adopted or non-adopted sibling is okay by any means.

Seventeen, cultural representation and colored representation. Everytime we get cultural representation in a Hoyoverse game, some of the fandom always makes fun of it. Yun Jin's singing, the instrument, which was a traditional Chinese instrument, in Blade's trailer that "sounds like a mosquito". You ask for representation and then when you get it, there's always people that make fun of it. There are only seventy released playable characters at the moment, and out of all of them there are only five that are colored. That is a ratio of fourteen non-colored to every one colored character. And half of the time they get whitewashed or their skin tone gets lighten in official art and events. It’s not that we don’t get some representation, it’s just that Hoyoverse takes it away or straight-up refuses to give it to us.

That is all that I have on my mind for now, I may add more later if anything comes to mind. Thank you for reading if you did.

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years ago

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Friends To Arranged Marriage To...Wait, How Many Kids?

Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: Y'all ever write a self-indulgent Friends To Lovers fic? 'Cause that's what this is. Enjoy! -Thorne

It wasn’t unusual for her to suddenly appear in his office. She did it most days. Okay, it was more like every day but that’s not important. The fact is, she showed up and he wasn’t at all the least bit surprised when she barged through the office door and slammed it behind her.

“Morning,” he murmured, taking his eyes off the screen but a moment to lock them with hers.

“Good morning, Bruce,” she responded with a polite smile. “We need to talk.”

That wasn’t unusual either. When she came to the office it was because she wanted to either complain about something going on or because she was bored and didn’t have anything to do, so badgering her best friend seemed like the best option. It wasn’t, but he wasn’t going to tell her that.

“What do we need to talk about?” Bruce questioned, clicking at the mouse until his screen loaded.

“Something important. Something especially important.” She replied and with one hand reached behind her and flipped the lock on his door.

Now that was unusual. And Bruce saw this going one of two ways and he hoped it wasn’t the first way that involved her pulling a gun.

“Okay,” he said and watched her out of the corner of his eye as waltzed around his desk and perched herself on the corner. “Am I in trouble, (Y/N)?”

“If you disagree with me, you will be,” she retorted and she started fumbling in her tote.

“You sound serious,” Bruce noted.

(Y/N) harrumphed. “I am quite possibly the most serious I’ve been in years.” She pulled out three manila folders and handed them to him, watching as he opened the first and started reading through it.

He didn’t say anything as he opened the others and read them but frowned when he set them aside and went back to his computer.

“I’ve already planned on a new secretary, (Y/N).”

She watched him with careful eyes and explained, “Those aren’t secretary files, Bruce. They’re marriage candidates.”

At that, his entire body went rigid and ever so slowly he drew his gaze from the screen back to her, staring her straight in the eyes.

“I…beg your pardon?” he asked as if not understanding what she’d just said.

(Y/N) rolled her eyes and picked up the files. “Each of these women are successful elites from either Metropolis, Star, or Central City. You have arranged marriage meetings with them Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday to decide which one you want to marry.”

This was happening way too fast, and he still didn’t know what “this” was.

“I’m not opposed to marriage, (Y/N), but why?”

She pointed to the picture on his desk, and he briefly glanced at it. Him, Dick, and Alfred on Christmas morning last year.

“Dick needs a mother.” She was never one to mince her words. “A father can raise a son, but the boy needs a mother’s love too, Bruce.”

“I think you’re a bit out of line here.” He remarked, brows pulling together. “We’re fine at the manor.”

“Bruce…please don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re not a soft man. You’re hard edges and firmness, and while that isn’t a bad thing, Dick needs a mother who can be the parent that isn’t firm. He needs a mother’s guiding hand.”

She handed him the files again. “I’ve met each of these women. They’re good women who will make wonderful wives and even better mothers.” She stared at him. “You should know how important it is for a boy to have a mother.”

Bruce was on his feet in an instant, in front of her, eyes narrowed into a glare as he bit out, “(Y/N), now you’re out of line.”

“Really?” she challenged, not at all threatened by his towering figure. “Look my in the eye and tell me which parent you miss more. Thomas…or Martha?”

“I miss both of my parents. Every day.”

“And I don’t doubt that. But I know you miss Martha the most. Isn’t she the one you promised to save Gotham for?” (Y/N) questioned and his mouth snapped shut, jaw clenching tightly as he averted his eyes because he knew she was right.

She reached out and rested a hand on his forearm, forcing his eyes to hers once more; her gaze softened and she murmured, “You miss your mother more than the world, Bruce. How do you think Dick feels every night when he goes to sleep? Fathers are the protectors for their children, but mothers are the comforters—there are going to be things that you can’t help him with, but a woman can.”

(Y/N) gazed at him and pulled her hand away. “At least go and meet them,” she requested and when he didn’t say anything, she sighed and picked up her tote, making her way to the door.

She flipped the lock and paused, glancing over her shoulder to say, “At least think about what I’ve said, Bruce. For Dick…and for you.” He met her eyes and she added, “I think getting married would be good for you too.”

He nodded, and since that was all they could hope for, she left the office and Bruce collapsed into his chair, turning around to stare out the window.

***

His theory that she would show up Friday evening proved true when she waltzed into his office and took a seat in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, delicately crossing one of her legs over the other.

“How’d the interviews go?” she asked, not even bothering to ask him how his day was or how his week had been.

“My day was great, (Y/N), thanks for asking,” he mocked with a glare and she waved it off.

“Interviews, Bruce. How’d they go.”

He let out a sigh. “They went well. Each of them was polite and kind.”

“And?” (Y/N) gestured for him to continue.

“And nothing. That’s it.”

She huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “Seriously? You just met them for a singular purpose and all you’ve got it, they’re polite and kind?” She glared at him. “What’d you talk about?”

Bruce sighed again and reclined in his office chair. “Humanitarian works, college days, high society—you know, the usual.”

(Y/N) gave him an unamused look. “Did any ask for a second date?”

“All of them in fact.”

“Did you agree?”

“No.”

Her head lolled back, and she glared at the ceiling. “Did you even think about what I talked about a few days ago?”

“I still am.”

“Then why didn’t you agree to see one of them again?”

“Because there wasn’t anything we had in common.”

“Most people who have arranged marriages don’t, Bruce. That’s why you go on dates and get to know them.” Her eyes were still on the ceiling. “What’s the real reason you said no?” She always knew when he’d lied to her.

After a moment, he murmured, “…I didn’t think any of them would be suitable to be Dick’s adoptive mother.”

“I guess that’s…fair,” she agreed and they both fell silent.

A couple minutes later, he said, “I’ve been thinking about what you said though, (Y/N). About finding a wife who would be a good mother for Dick.”

“Uh huh.”

“I think you’re right. I do offer Dick everything a father could. Support, protection, guidance…but he is missing that love only a mother can give a son.”

“And how’s that making you feel?” she questioned softly.

His voice got quiet. “Like how I was when I was growing up without mother. (Y/N), I…I don’t want Dick to feel that way.”

At that, she drew her gaze from the ceiling to his eyes and she reasoned, “Then I think you should call one of the girls back and agree to a second date. You won’t find perfection in one day, even with how intuitive you are.”

Bruce shrugged. “I just want to find someone closer to Gotham. Someone who is familiar with us already.”

(Y/N) grunted. “I purposely moved away from Gotham because no one is.”

“That’s fair,” Bruce chuckled, and they fell into a silence again.

Suddenly, a thought flashed across her mind and she sat up. “Us.” She blurted out and he looked at her.

“What?”

(Y/N) gestured between them. “Us, Bruce. You and me.”

“I don’t follow,” he replied with a confused expression and she huffed, rolling her eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” she griped, then she stood and planted her hands on his desk, leaning over to get in his face. “You and I are the closest to Gotham as you’ll get, and I’m familiar with you and Dick.” She smiled. “Marry me.”

She could count on one hand how many times she’d ever stunned her best friend silent and that was number two because his jaw went slack and his eyebrows shot up to his hairline, steel blue eyes wide.

(Y/N) frowned. “Oh, come on, you can’t tell me the thought didn’t cross your mind at least once.” Silence. “Oh my God, are you serious? You didn’t even think about it at all? Like ever?”

He shook his head, mouth still hanging open.

“Oh, for God’s sakes, close your mouth and wipe that stupid look off your face. It’s not a completely inconceivable idea, you moron.” (Y/N) held a hand up, counting off her fingers, “I’m of acceptable status, I dress well, I’m thoroughly educated, I do humanitarian work all over the world, I love your son, and I’m probably the one woman that doesn’t make you wanna stab yourself in the eye with a fork.”

She grinned at him. “You’re not going to find anyone better than me here in Gotham, Brucie-boy. Besides, I think (Y/N) Wayne has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

Finally, he managed to make himself speak and he blurted out, “I stopped thinking like five minutes ago. I’m not even sure how to do that anymore.”

(Y/N) pulled a face and griped, “You’re an idiot.”

“I am not,” he retorted with a glare. “You can’t just propose to your best friend out of the blue and expect them to function like it’s normal!”

“You’re Batman,” she whispered. “Figure it out.” (Y/N) pointed at him. “There’s another plus on my side! I already know your deepest secrets! See, aren’t I a catch?”

“Was this your plan all along?” Bruce suddenly questioned and she gaped at him for a second before shaking her head.

“…No.”

“(Y/N),” he drawled, and she sighed.

“Alright, it crossed my mind a couple times but that’s why I started with the other women first. I was kinda hoping you’d pick one of them.” (Y/N) looked at him. “I really don’t see anything wrong with us getting married though. We’ve been friends since we were babies, we have a lot of the same interests, and we both care for Dick.”

She shrugged. “I mean we might not be in love, but our marriage doesn’t have to be. We’re stepping up for a greater good. For a young boy who deserves to have two parents.” (Y/N) reached out and held out her hand. “So? What do you say?”

Bruce gazed at her for a long time, longer than she was comfortable with because she knew he was mentally pulling her mind apart. After a few moments he stood and walked around the desk to stand in front of her.

She pulled her hand back in and gave a curious look. “Bruce?” His hands gently took hold of her cheeks and he leaned forward, even as her eyes went wide and she whispered, “Bruce, what—”

He softly brushed his lips against hers and (Y/N) all but melted against him, her hands pressed flat against his chest. They pulled away a moment later and he rested his forehead to hers.

“I think we can make it work, (Y/N).”

She couldn’t fight the giddy smile that came over her face. “Yeah?”

Bruce matched her smile. “Yeah.”

***

“So, you’re tellin’ me,” he started dubiously, looking at him. “That you and Ma only got together because you guys wanted to make sure Golden-boy had two parents instead of just you?”

Bruce didn’t even take his eyes off the screen as he responded absentmindedly, “That pretty much covers it.”

Jason threw his hands in the air. “There’s no way! There’s no way that shit was arranged! You two make googly eyes at one another when you think no one is watching and you kiss Ma before you go to work every day!” he looked at his brothers. “Y’all know what I’m sayin’ right?”

Tim nodded. “Jay’s got a point, dad. For an arranged marriage, the two of you are really in love.”

Dick placed a hand over his heart and smugly admitted, “You’re welcome everyone, for bringing mom and dad together in real love.”

A chorus of “Fuck you’s” echoed from Jason and Tim, and Damian placed his hands on his hips.

“When did you know you loved Umi, Father?”

Finally, he pulled his gaze from the Batcomputer, and even behind his cowl, they could see the love he had in his eyes and in his voice as he said, “Your mother and I dated for a year before we married, but the night of our wedding, we spent it at the manor and Dick crawled into our bed and spent the night wrapped in our arms.”

Bruce smiled. “I woke up early that morning and saw him curled in (Y/N)’s arms and all I could think was that I’d never loved a woman more than that moment then.” His eyes shifted to all of his sons. “And I’ve only fallen deeper in love with her with each of you that’s come into our home. You make us better parents every day and I wouldn’t change what I was given for anything in the world.”

He barely had time to breathe before all four of his sons were crashing into him, squeezing him as tears spilled down their cheeks.

Bruce huffed a quiet laugh and took a moment to brush a hand through each of his sons’ hair. “I love you, boys.”

A chorus of “I love you too’s” came back at him and before anyone could speak, they heard someone coo, “Aww, that’s so sweet!”

They spun around to see (Y/N) with her phone out, a mile-wide smile on her face, eyes shining with tears.

“Ma…what are you doing?” Jason questioned and she clicked something on her phone.

“Oh, nothing, my sweet boy,” she smiled, and all of her sons started pulling away from Bruce.

“Did you just record that?” Tim asked and she took a step back.

“I would never!” and she stared them down for a split second before spinning on her heel and hauling off towards the stairs. Her sons sprinted after her and she let out a squeal as she skipped the steps two at a time to get away from them.

“Ma come back here!” Jason shouted.

“Umi! Our dignity is on that phone!”

“I dunno, I think it’s sweet!”

“It’s not going to be sweet when she sends it to the group chat that every superhero is in, Dick! We have reputations!”

“Oh…that’s a good point, Tim. Mom! Come back here!”

(Y/N) gasped as someone’s arms wrapped around her waist and she came face to face with Bruce—well, Batman, and she yelped when he pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“Bruuuuuuce!” she whined. “Please don’t delete it!” (Y/N) reached for the phone and he held it out of reach. “Darling, my sweet darling, Bruce, please,” she plead. “If you love your wife and mother of your children, you won’t do that.”

His gaze darted to hers and she pouted, sticking her bottom lip out in the way that she knew he’d crack. “Please, my heart. Let me have a reminder of my beautiful boys.”

“You won’t send it to the chats?” he asked, and she crossed a finger over her heart.

“Cross my heart, darling.” He handed her back the phone and she smiled, leaning up to peck the corner of his mouth. “Thank you, Bruce.”

He cupped her cheek with his gloved hand, thumb brushing over her cheekbone and he pulled her into a real kiss, ignoring the exaggerated gags behind him.

“I love you,” he murmured as he pulled away from her lips. “More than you know.”

(Y/N) hummed, her eyes still closed, and she whispered, “You might love me more, but I love you most.” She opened her eyes and gazed at him. “All my boys.”

Suddenly, her phone started dinging like crazy and he stared at her, his Batman voice coming out as he surmised, “You sent it to the chat, didn’t you?”

She gave him an innocent smile and giggled, “I might’ve.”

“You’re going to pay for all the teasing that Hal and Barry are going to give me, (Y/N) Wayne,” he warned, and she scoffed.

“Oh, boo hoo, I’m so scared of what the big bad Bat is go—” a gasp escaped her when he hauled her up against his body and she stared at him with wide eyes.

A siren went off down in the cave and he looked towards the boys. “Go.” They all hurried off, complaining about the various texts they were all getting.

Bruce looked back at her, voice lowering as he growled, “After patrol I’m coming up to the bedroom and you’d better be ready, because I’m not going to stop ravishing you until you’re begging me for release.”

Something hot, tight, and fierce shot through (Y/N)’s gut and she could only flounder like a fish as he pulled her into another searing kiss before he spun on his heel and descended into the cave.

She gathered herself and called out after him, “You can’t just say something like that and then leave! That’s not fair, Bruce! Bruce, are you listening to me!”

Only his laughter echoed from below.

“Bruce!”

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voidaus · 4 years ago

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Final Goodbyes

Summary: Your a Youtuber and in a stream you see this pen-pal app and download it, creating an account. This all happened months ago. The guy you met on there was amazing, and you talked for months until he just... stopped.

Genre: Angst?

warnings: swearing, fighting

Requested? No

Word count: 1402

I believe everyone deserves a second chance. No matter how difficult things are. No matter how ugly things got. But maybe sometimes, the problem is that I believe too much. Seeing good in every person, while of course, some people are just... not good.

But that's not how this story goes. No, he is good. I am a hundred percent sure of that. The question is, 'is he willing to change and show that side of him?'. I guess we won't find out if I don't reach out to him huh?

The grey laptop is on my couch, still warm from the last time I used it just an hour ago. Grabbing myself some hot chocolate I lay down on the soft pillows and pull my blanket up to my chest. Whilst finally deciding I'm comfortable in this position I grab the laptop again and open it, typing in my password. The device starts up, letting me in.

"miaow" a soft purring comes from the ground. My cat, Athena, jumps on the couch as soon as I pat it. "Hey there gorgeous" I greet her. The laptop dings, making it clear that it's ready to be used. I give it my full attention again. Should I really open Zaira?

Zaira is an online penpal app where you can anonymously make friends. I signed up about 2 years ago and never really managed to find someone I really hit it off with. You know, I just couldn't find the words to talk to any of the people who messaged me. My anxiety not really helping with making friends, of course, I thought meeting them online would be easier. I was wrong.

No one understood me, which isn't really surprising. I'm a bookworm, but also a gamer. I have lots of hobbies but not quite the energy to pursue them. The only thing that still has me uploading videos and streaming is the money and my supporters. My supporters standing first on the list, of course. I upload mostly gaming videos under the name Void. I go faceless. I never really liked my appearance for that matter.

I hesitate but still open it. The familiar logo greets me and only a moment after that my only friend on the site shows up, bringing back memories.

Zaira? What's this? "An online penpal app where you can add strangers and make friends. Now free in the AppStore!" I read the description out loud for my viewers. "Should I download it guys?" I ask the live chat, hoping they would say yes. Soon enough I get the confirmation from them and I click the button, hoping it won't take too long to download. I create a profile typing in my bio: 'Bookworm, Gamer, Weeb :)' The chat confirms that that pretty much describes me making me laugh. "Perhaps we can actually meet some cool people on here guys! Who knows?""Alright." I scroll through the site, reading people's bios until one of them spots the fans' eyes. The comments are going crazy fast right now. "click them!""omg Void, you have to message Sasori!" and more comments like that. I click on the profile, reading it's bio. Their given name is Sasori Matsudo. I laugh, explaining to some of the viewers that don't watch anime that these are names from Naruto and Death Note. "I suggest you watch them. those are some good animes!".

I smile at the memories and click on his profile. "Sasori Matsudo" the name rolls off my tongue. I chuckle "not a weeb huh?" Slowly looking through the messages, the familiar empty feeling enters my body again. To be honest, it never left. Ever since the fight, it was always there, following my every step. I close my eyes, letting the painful memories flood in again.

"I just don't understand why you can't talk about it with me!" your voice is slightly raised as you hold the phone in your shaking hand. "Because I just can't, okay! I can't keep throwing all of my shit onto you. you know I could never do that!" The man you know as Corpse yells back. You're both stressed out and upset, and this is the worst fight you ever had. You had decided to message 'Sasori Matsudo' on Zaira, and you two grew close very quickly. After 4 months of chatting on the site, he gave you his number. Not long after, he told you That he's the famous Youtuber known as Corpse Husband. You began to watch his videos and enjoyed them a lot, telling him so. In the fifth month of you two knowing each other, You started to call each other once in a while. That turned into calling every day, and soon you were calling more than 4 hours a day.

Your voice softens at his upset tone, realizing you're not the only one hurt here. You give a deep sigh before talking into your phone again. "I'm always here for you Corpse. I don't care how many times you call me, even if it's in the middle of the night. You make me feel better, you make me happy, and I want to be there for you. Please don't shut me out like this." you're practically begging at this point. He can't shut you out! Not like this.

"Void... You know I love you. Please, keep doing what you're doing, keep making videos and baking, and all the little things I love about you. But I just can't continue doing this to you. I'm sorry." He speaks up. The low voice you adore so much is soft and trembling. He sounds like he could break down crying any time now. "No, please, Corpse! Please don't leav-"

your phone lets out a long beep cutting you off. Breaking down crying, you hurl your hand against your mouth, attempting to silence your sobs. On the other side of the line, the man with the curly black mop on his head is doing the same. Tears flow down both of your eyes as void fills your hearts.

It hurts, but he knows he had to do this. He was always troubling you with his feelings, and he couldn't even show you his face! What kind of friend is that? Loud sobs take over his apartment, as his heart hurts, knowing he can't talk to you again.

And he didn't.

You lay on the couch, clenching your blanket awfully hard. You don't notice the tears streaming down your face till Athena climbs onto your lap and licks them off. You cuddle her in an attempt to comfort yourself, as the dark feeling in your chest grows stronger.

You open a new tab and type in his number. All the old messages show up. He probably blocked you, but you have to try. He wanted you to be happy, but then why did he leave you?!

After that night, he never messaged you again. Did he really not want to talk to you anymore? You ask yourself.

But all Corpse has been doing is lay in bed and upload videos once in a while. His followers noticed something is off, and so has his friends. He's acting off whenever he streams and rarely jokes around anymore.

You text him a simple 'how are you' and close your laptop after. The next day you check if he's replied. Nothing. You keep checking for two weeks, but nothing comes in. It's over. He's not coming back. You begin sobbing and lift yourself from the couch, scaring a sleeping Athena. You jog to the kitchen and shove everything off the counter, breaking some cups and plates in the process. Sliding down against the sink, you put your face in your hands, letting out an ear-piercing scream. The weight of the world is crashing down on you, and all you can do is cry and scream. The daydream is finally over.

Corpse saw your message. He's tried messaging you so many times, but each time he holds himself back. All he wants is to talk to you, but he knows he shouldn't. Well, that's what he believes is best. Every day he thinks about you, thinking that you have already forgotten him, though it's the opposite. You think about him every day, remembering all of the memories.

All the laughs and all the cries. All the comforts, to final goodbyes.

Hey Guys! I hope you're okay after this lil angsty piece of crap lmao. I tried my best. Anyways, if you have any comments or feedback, I always appreciate it! Oh, and 200 notes on 'Grocery Shopping'?!!??? Y'all are crazy, thank you so much!

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kanmom51 · 3 years ago

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I wouldn’t say that JK was uncomfortable in that clip but he did look like he wasn’t in the mood to me & that’s ok imo !!! lol I’m a hardcore Kookmin lover and that’s what I saw in his face. Everyone can see and interpret different things. Couples or people that are super close with each other are allowed to be annoyed with each other every once and a while.

I’m a firm believer that small instances like that don’t disprove anything for me as much as the super close moments they have-often might I add- don’t necessarily prove anything for some other people.

I, for one, still think they have a really close relationship that goes beyond just friendship & a 1 second clip of Jungkook looking like he wanted to say ‘Really Jimin??, we’re doing this right here and now???’ does not mean that they aren’t close or that Jungkook is ‘uncomfortable’ with Jimin touching him or being close to him. Now THAT narrative is absolute bullshit.

I have received many asks like this or similar to this or just all up about JK's reactions, so I will answer them all in one ask, because I don't want to repeat myself. These are the asks I received (all your voices will be heard):

Ask2:

u cant blame people for thinking jk is not comfortable with jimin because everytime jm does something with him he looks annoyed as hell

ask 3:

Look I've been a supporter since 2017 and Jikook has never once made me cringe or feel awkward. JK has literally almost kissed JM and brushed lips with him and just smiled and never looked awkward. Whatever is happening with Jikook the last several months JK looks stiff and odd anytime JM interacts with him. If he is with JM, then they need to have a talk, cause All I've seen all day long is people calling JM an assaulter and homewrecker and they all say its because of JKs reactions every time.

Ask 4:

If they are broke up, JM needs to learn boundaries. If they aren't, then JM needs to have a long serious talk with JK, cause new army's coming in are already convinced JM makes JK uncomfortable. JK shouldn't have to change to please others, but if JM is his boyfriend, he needs to stop acting repulsed or annoyed or stone faced when JM touches him, cause people feed off his reactions. He fuels it. It really looks like he doesn't want JM touching him if thats the case he needs to leave JM alone too

Ask 5:

JM has looked like an extremely clingy boyfriend lately and usually I love that, I love it even more when its JK being bold and clingy, but the last several months JK's reactions make me cringe for JM. I definitely think JM is over the separation shit, the way RM rolls his eyes or they have to lie and he's probably over everyone shipping his boyfriend with his best friend, but JK isn't going a long with his boldness cause he probably is worried. I just hope this doesn't cause them more problems.

Ask 6:

Either they broke up or JK has become more private about their relationship, because there is no more excuses for JK's reactions toward JM anymore. He KNOWS JM is being hated on every single time they interact, esp here lately and he is doing NOTHING to change the narrative. Therefore its either cause they really aren't together and JK really is uncomfortable or the company told them to tone it down and JK's worried and stiffens up around JM. Its not funny anymore JM is getting formal complaints

Ask 7:

I'm tired of jikook interacting thing when it's only jimin interacting with jungkook and jungkook looks like he's in a funeral. I believe jm likes him but the narratives y'all create about jungkook are so different from his actual reactions and everyone can see that and it's the only reason jimin gets so much hate.

Ask 8:

JM deserves someone who treats him equally. Its clear JK has tapped out of whatever they have and JM isn't letting go. 2017, 2018, 2019 JK would not treat JM this way. In fact, it seemed like JK was ready to tell the world he was dating JM. His boldness in front of cameras, then. He never shunned/made JM look bad. If I did not know Jikook's relationship, I would think JM was an aggressor who makes JK uncomfortable cause that is how it reads no matter how hard we defend it. JK doesn't deserve JM.

Ask 9:

i cried so much today, honestly fuck jungkook. i hope jimin realizes how their "interactions" look on camera and sticks to his word of not even talking to him

ask 10:

JM is telling us one thing, JK is telling us another. Every time something happens with Jikook, its usually because of JM and JK looks uncomfortable, then JK will wear green & purple. JM leans on JK butter pic, JK wears green & purple shirt next day. JM trying to have moments with JK at muster, net day, JK wears purple & green earrings. I'm guessing JK will wear purple & green together soon again. JM deserves better, cause that's not cool if JK is his boyfriend and its not cool of JM if Jk's not

Ask 11:

It's not the same anymore with Jikook and Jk is the main reason. His actions towards Jimin is why its hard to continue defending Jikook. If they're together, then JK needs to treat him better period. I'm not saying he has to kiss his boyfriend in public or shout he's mine, but stop flinching, cringing and sitting there with a pissed look when he interacts if he's your boyfriend. If he's not, set boundaries and leave JM alone and stop leading him on. I'm scared for JM. BH might let him go.

Ask 12:

Genuine Q, why does everyone say jungkook is clingy with jimin? Even always behind the scenes is jimin clinging to him, looking for the tiniest way to interact with him and jungkook is always a passive receptor of all his affections. I like them together but seeing so many people say things I have never seen makes me confused and it's frustrating. Even lee hyun hugged jimin today more friendly than jungkook ever has. ANd I don't mean a 'backhug'.

Ask 13:

If he's going to be fond of JM, I'd rather he show it rather than leave JM out to dry.

So, here we go.

First thing I have to say is, please everyone take a big breath, let it out and lets start talking here.

I will start by saying that neither JK nor JM ow us a thing!! JK doesn't have to prove to us he likes or loves or wants JM, and visa versa.

If they choose to show us, every once in a while, it's their prerogative, not our right.

So, if JK loves JM, if they are in a relationship, it's JM he has to show he loves him, not us.

Where were all of you when JK was practically forcing his arms around JM to hug him after the recording of the Black swan performance? JM clearly didn't seem pleased at that moment. Were you discecting his reaction then? Either way, if your answer to the question is yes or no, you need to stop for a second and think why you were.

Moving on.

JK is not impassive to JM. JK is not hating what JM does. JK is being JK.

I have said this soooo many times before. JK in control of a situation is not the same JK caught off guard or surprised.

When JK is caught off guard he goes into a panic mode of sorts. Many times it looks like a total shut down. Freeze mode, if you wish to call it that. Resting bitch face is also good here.

When JK is in control of a situation he is happy, he is bold, he, in his mind, knows what he’s doing, where he is taking things and f**k the consequences, as far as he is concerned (at least for that split second he decides to do his crazy).

When JK is not in control and caught off guard he loses it. This is a shy introvert that suffers from anxiety. Please don’t let his stage persona confuse you.

JK isn’t uncomfortable with JM. He loves him. And even if you don’t believe they are a couple, I’m sorry, but that is something no one can deny, JK’s love for JM.

JK is an adult, he can be pretty assertive when he wants to. Yes, there is the age hierarchy, but he has shown us on more than one occasion that if he doesn’t want someone to hug him or touch him, he will push them off. We need to understand this. If JK didn’t want JM to touch him, he would push him off. If JK didn’t want JM to jump on him, he wouldn’t have caught him, it’s not like JM would have fallen on the ground. Do I have to remind just how many times JK has lifted JM and loved every single time he has done it.

But you ask, why a big smile on his face then and not this time?

Again, he knew what was coming then, he had control over the situation. He wasn’t caught off guard.

That’s JK, that’s who he is, and you cannot expect him to change who he is, how he reacts, how his face looks just because it doesn’t look good on camera to you, just because fans will dissect it to pieces and then go all nasty and turn it against the one person he loves most.

You can’t turn it on him.

It’s on the fans that as far as I am concerned shouldn’t be even called fans. The haters that instead of loving BTS and all their members are busy trying to break them down.

I will say this both to JM and JK stans:

Those are your bias, each one of them. And you bias loves the other one, JK loves JM and JM loves JK (no matter the level of love, friend, boyfriend, partner, they love each other).

You claim to love them, so how can you point so much anger and hate towards the one person they love so much????

If you don’t have something good to say, don’t say it. Because, saying something bad about the one your bias loves, well, don’t you think it would hurt them too???

Your bias, the person you claim to admire, care for, support, he chose to love this other person. Why don’t you give him some credit that he knows what he’s doing? That if that other person was treating him badly, he would no longer be with him, no longer gravitate towards him. No one is forcing him to always, always, be by his side, rub his neck, hug him, talk about him (always positive things, at that, unless it’s giving us information we didn’t really need to know about the other, like how long they shower, how loud they snore, who they were with at 4 am etc.).

PLEASE give your bias the well deserved credit that he knows what his wants and needs are. If JM didn’t want to be with JK, if he felt his needs weren’t being met, he wouldn’t be with him. Same said about JK.

They know how to disconnect, how to distance themselves and still stay professional, and yet, they choose to be at each other's side. That should say something to you.

So, my suggestion to you is to just leave them alone. Yes, I said it.

Let them be who they want to be. We cannot impose our needs for JK to show TKK’s he likes it when JM goes on the way he does on JK. He is who he is. If JM is unhappy with it, well he won’t put up with it, believe me. He is not a damsel in distress and doesn’t need the fans to save him from mean ole’ JK. JM is a strong ass man, I’ve said this many times before. He can take care of himself, and believe me, if he had a problem with JK’s reaction, the boy knows how to deal with it without fans coming to his rescue.

Fans need to stop inserting themselves into these young men’s lives. We are spectators, no more no less.

If you can enjoy them while understanding that, great. If not, well maybe the right thing is to take a breath, re-evaluate things and then come back.

#ask #anon

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softsebnbuckystan · 4 years ago

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Soul ties - Part 5 (Bucky Barnes au)

“And I'll use you as a focal point

So I don't lose sight of what I want”

"Oh! I didn't expect you so soon after the wedding," Bruce Banner said as you walked into his lab. "Is everything alright?"

"Of course, thanks for asking, though. I just ran into Steve, and he said you'd actually found something while I was gone?"

A spark lit in Banner's eyes as he went around all his papers and tablets, searching for the information he wanted to share with you. Working with someone who was as passionate about science as you were was delightful : there was never an unproductive moment. You two were always thinking, bouncing off each other's ideas and coming up with useful inventions. You'd once helped two S.H.I.E.L.D. scientists, Fitz and Simmons, design "icers". They were non-lethal guns who could knock out theoretically anyone.

"See, we were talking about neural termination restaurations the other day. We thought it was next to impossible, since neurons are gone forever. But I was thinking..."

And off you started... It would be hard to get you two to stop before dinner time. You were so caught up in your work, lab goggles over your eyes, that Bruce had to tap on your shoulder to show you someone was there. You shot your head up, ready to say you were busy, but your body froze as you saw Bucky. You didn't expect to run into him so quickly.

"Hey! Need anything?" you asked as he leaned against the door frame, hands in his pockets.

"No, I just... You guys are impressive."

Bucky looked all around the lab and his mouth didn't seem to be able to close.

"All this...is you two?"

You let out a small laugh. "Stark helped out a lot, we have to admit. He provides us with the tech, and we handle the other sciences, you know."

"What's your area?" he asked, his eyes coming back on you.

"Biochem and astrophysics."

"So like...planets and stuff too?"

"Yeah, basically."

At the other side of the room, Bruce was trying not to smile : he could only imagine how hard it was for you not to get carried away by details and explaining how amazing and compelling constellations, solar systems and galaxies were.

"I love that stuff," Bucky breathed out.

"Alright, since you're not alone, y/n, I'll go grab some lunch."

"Lunch already?"

Bruce nodded and left the room after making sure you'd be up to work again in the afternoon. You most certainly hadn't seen time go by and a sudden soreness in your eyes made you aware of what time it was.

"I should probably take a break as well," you admitted. You fiddled with your fingers, a little awkward now that you weren't busy working, before a brilliant idea came to your mind. "Do you want to see something, like...really cool?"

"Obviously I do."

"Okay, follow me."

You instinctively grabbed Bucky's hand and jumped with surprise at the texture of it. You lowered your eyes to look at it and he immediately moved his arm away from you. It was...metal. Well, you didn't expect that, but who cared?

"I didn't know you had this," you said in a what wanted to be a casual tone.

"Yeah, long story." His elusive answer proved he wasn't ready to tell you about it.

"I'll hear it anytime," you said with a smile to reassure him before grabbing his hand again. The last thing you wanted him to think was that it scared you off. "Let's go now."

He didn't pull back this time, and you dragged him a few floors down, taking the stairs so you didn't have to wait for the elevator. You were walking fast, impatient as the thought of showing Bucky your passion made you. You ended up letting go of his hand to open a big door and hurried him in.

"What is this room, y/n?"

Ignoring the sound of your name in his mouth, you closed the door, plunging the room in pitch black.

"Don't move, I just have to grab the remote."

You easily found it, then carefully made your way back to him. Hearing his breath picking up, you laid a hand on his back.

"Breathe. I promise you'll love this."

With the press of a button, billions of stars surrounded you, lightning Bucky's face as he stared in amazement.

"I told you you'd like this," you whispered.

"This...wow." Bucky was speechless. He'd been staying here for a while and had never seen this room before, apparently.

You went to sit on one of the bean bag chairs you'd brought yourself and Bucky decided to follow you, unable to take his eyes off the fake sky in front of him.

"Are those...real constellations?"

"Absolutely." This was your time : talking about this always made you happy. "See the ones that are kinda forming a V? If you look closely, they form the Capricorn constellation. Right above it is Aquarius. And on the left, that's Cernus, the one that looks like a whale. And then...sorry. I talk too much."

"No, no. Keep going."

Bucky leaned back in his chair, still looking up. A huge smile split your face as you kept on telling him about constellations, showing him well known ones as much as others, less famous. You had no idea how long it had been when you got out, and a glance at your phone told you it'd been over an hour.

"I'm sorry if that bored you," you told him while closing the door. "When I start talking about stars..."

"Not at all. I get that. I could have listened for five more hours."

You chuckled nervously and gulped, joining your hand in your back as you walked along the hallway to the elevator. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've got to get back to work, but if you want to see the stars again some time, you know where to find me."

---

"I'm eating at Brad's tonight. I think there's pizza left in the fridge."

You'd been looking at Darren's text for five minutes : what were you supposed to say to that? At least he had the decency to warn you...thirty minutes before your usual dinner time.

"You okay there?"

You looked away from your phone screen and gave Steve a bitter smile. "Not really. Darren bailed. Again."

Steve shook his head. You could tell he was angry at him. It's not like they had ever been wonderful friends, but you'd hoped Darren would make efforts to get to know Steve and the rest of the gang. They'd done their part ; Darren just never seemed to deem it necessary.

"I'm sure Wanda will be available for a pizza and movie night. You can stay here as long as you-"

Your ringtone interrupted Steve's sentence : Darren was calling you.

"Hello?"

"It's me, honey. Just wanted to tell you I'm staying over at Brad's. We had a few beers so I don't want to take the risk to drive."

"Oh, huh... Yeah. That's safer."

Your friend rolled his eyes – a thing he rarely did as bitterly.

"I'm not home either anyway," you said, hoping it would get a reaction out of him.

"Really? Where are you?"

"At the compound." You heard Darren make a mocking noise.

"I don't even know why I asked. Of course that's where you are."

You let out an angry breath and decided to end the phone call.

"I don't know what time you'll get home tomorrow, but don't worry if I'm not there. I'll probably come back late in the afternoon. Bye."

"By-"

You hung up. You didn't want to hear his voice any longer. Steve grabbed you by the shoulder to comfort you.

"I'll get a room ready for you."

"Thanks, Steve."

"This guy is such a dick."

And that was your sister's reaction as she walked in, learning what had happened from your mind. She sure was less civil than Steve, but have someone be as upset as you helped you understand that you were right to be mad at Darren.

"I'm sorry, I know you married the guy, but-"

"No, you're right," you interrupted her as she sat at your other side. "He is behaving like a dick."

Wanda laughed as she pulled you in for a warm hug. "Men are the worst. Don't feel like it's your fault."

"You know I'm here, and a man, right?" Steve joked.

You and Wanda shot him fake ferocious looks and he held up his hands as a sign of peace.

"Fine, fine, men are the worst," he said solemnly.

--- Thanks again for the support y'all gave to the 4 previous parts. I hope this one is good! :) Tell me if you want to be added to the tag list ^^

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gilly-bj · 4 years ago

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Sorry not to be rude ( I prolly worded this better in my head lol ) but when people say "isayama doesn't owe us anything" fr writing a bad ending or whatever, I laugh because he does??? ?? We are the audience , aot is source of income where do you think the money comes from? A fucking tree? It's a give & take relationship. As viewers we have the very right to criticize and ask for a better ending but in 139's case that's not even good enough, we need proper explanation for so many plot holes hello?? Even Isa himself believes that he needs to make the majority happy which is precisely why he went online searching for reviewed and comments from ppl. That's why it's a fan service ending bc the vast majority are either Ems who thrash ehs or ship em by default + ema Stans. And yes he did admit to making changes due to his editors in the past and if that ain't evident enough for the possibility that the ending in fact was charged last minute. Yes isayama can make mistake he is a human and he even said he regrets the ending which clearly tells us that it's the not the ending he wanted. Idk ppl be like "fans think as if they can make better ending" but yes it's true they can actually🤨 , if Isa himself isn't happy with it that means someone else CAN in fact make a better ending because surprise surprise Isa isn't the ONLY ONE with an understanding to his story and decent reading comprehension. It's okay to admit the ending was bad just because the entire series until that point has been a masterpiece, criticism isn't disrespectful it's having common sense to not blindly love what your favs puts out. Em Shipers are now screaming "y'all don't understand the interview" the fuck? How long are they gonna gaslight EHS even after continually getting what they want when are they gonna stop acting like it's not just EHs who didn't like the ending. Eh, Eren being the father made sense for the plotline, unbiased people can have no trouble admitting that. Em was picked up from the trash as a wallmart version of Romeo & Juliet ( even then they lacked "true love" concept by 100% ) at the cost of mikasa's character development. I remember defending 138 and I quote myself saying "isayama gave Mikasa the development of a lifetime" but now I can't even say that anymore because caniconally there is no evidence that supports that anymore. And I'm open to Mikasa critcisism bc i actually cared about her as an individual character. The way the news of Eren X Mikasa love comedy upseted me is because even as a joke we are gonna be stuck in that "Mikasa showed Erne how to love 😍😍💔" agenda with that collection 🤢🤢. Whatever the fuck I do not care anymore ( but I really do ) I just hope what we get for rivamika adds to the theory of Mikasa moving on and does not mess up our healing pace as fandom, I rest my case. 🕳️🏃‍♀️

Hi my dear @ackermanshoe and thank you for this looong ask!

Okay joking apart, I agree with you. “Isayama doesn’t owe us anything” doesn’t make sense; when you post something online, it isn’t yours anymore. AOT is famous worldwide, he hasn’t written it just to keep it in a drawer of his desk. He’s giving us something, which is the time and “effort” he puts in creating the story, and we are giving him something else, popularity and money, that obviously doesn’t make happiness but we must accept that it is important. I don’t think he’s the type of person that just cares about the money; if he was, he would have stopped with season 3 but despite the fact that he was tired he decided to give aot a conclusion with the last arc that unfortunately ended the way we know. So I think that something happened; for me, it’s both his readers’ and editor’s fault. He probably saw many of them disliking the Marley Arc and when the editor talked with him about Erem*ka and the other fanservice shits we got in 139, he just said “ok fine” since he was tired of everyone. Rereading 139, the Erem*ka scenes really look like some kind of sarcastic criticisms towards their relationship. It looks like he made fun of it since everything is really absurd and stupid. And even if he didn’t owe us anything, we would have had the right to express our disappointment; when you work with audience you have to be ready to accept compliments and criticisms. Those excuses to me sounds like the words of an e* that doesn’t accept others opinion about their “canon” ship ☠🤡 They don’t understand that it’s not about shipping, everyone who just looked deeper into the story and wanted and expected the best for the last chapter didn’t like it, even non shippers. Some say it’s fine because everyone is alive but i don’t understand how can you say they are alive when their characters were fucking ruined, they are physically alive but those are not the characters we knew, especially Eren. Even non shippers said that Erehisu made more sense than E*, their ship is completely baseless; we have not misinterpreted the story for 11 years it was just obvious that Eren didn’t love Mikasa; it was confirmed various times that he saw her as a mum and not as a lover and where’s this extreme care he felt for Historia. When did he show that care for Mikasa ☠🤡??? He was ready to kill all his friends, including her. And the “Mikasa taught Eren how to love” is so disgusting that i can’t believe someone actually has the audacity to say that. What love? Does it look like love to you? When you love someone you want the their happiness and Eren said that he didn’t want Mikasa to be happy. He treated her like an object and that’s not romantic, AT ALL. It’s not about shipping it’s just that you have a completely wrong mentality if you think that treating a woman, a man, or basically a breathing human being like that is fine. Mikasa deserves more than a man like Eren, she deserves someone that respects her and loves her. I can’t believe there’s someone in this world that thinks that it’s an healthy relationship. Look, if you are an Erem*ka shipper and you think that their relationship is fine you better leave my blog because, honestly, a person with this wrong mentality doesn’t deserve my respect. Now, I’m sorry for this long post, but I had to vent out my frustration about e*.

These are just opinions but I don’t regret a single word that is written here.

#gilly bj #ask me anything!#answering ackermanshoe

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charmie-inspiration · 4 years ago

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Hecklin11 commented on “Would You Be My Little Quarantine?”, “Please just take down all your works with Armie in them since you believe he did those things he was accused of. If you really stand up for the victims of abuse, be in solidarity with them and take down all your works here featuring Armie. P.S. Just stop writing fics with Armie in them.” Along with a few other things that I do not care to repeat because it would be insulting to the people who have actually looked at the countless evidence. This happened alongside a group of other people insulting us on our fics. This is thanks to you all.

@lookingforatardis and I decided they are right. We do not want any of you using this material to draw people into a lie and convince them with a false depiction of this man. So. They are all gone now. We wouldn’t delete our respective 25 or 53 works in this fandom? Sweetie, watch us.

Additionally, we haven’t written a single sentence with him as a character since we learned the truth. Frankly, I would feel disgusting getting into that headspace or changing it to be “harmless”. There are countless unfinished fics, countless ideas, a whole fucking collab I wrote with linds that is 250k+ and that we stopped writing about 10k away from the ending because neither of us could stand continuing it. That is just going to die. Losing that is hard but it's the only way. Not even because of a conscious moral decision but because if I were to get into his headspace right now? I would write him as I saw him. I always have.

Okay, let me reiterate: I no longer support Armie Hammer. I will no longer write fic that includes him or share the works that I have worked on in the past. I do not want people to read them. So I deleted them.

I would do a post justifying my decision to support victims of abuse but frankly, I am not sure that it’s going to help. I am going to try, one last time though.

The evidence is there. Yes, you can fake DMs. Easily. I am aware. But you cannot fake those pictures, you cannot fake the countless voice messages, you cannot fake the reaction he had to it which was "this is BS" which is frankly not the reaction you should have if you're innocent and branded yourself as a feminist in the past. So yeah, the evidence is there.

They're unverified? Okay, here's the thing. You need the rapist to tell you that he really raped someone? You need a man to tell you that what he did to a woman was wrong? Great, you just created a world without sexual assault and rape.

Say he would come out and say confirm those claims. Would you believe him then? Probably not. He was coerced by the media, right? Because his agency dropped him and he's losing custody. Because these evil witches ruined your shiny hero.

Intro to science and real life. There are certain things you believe. Like Armie Hammer is a good person. I believed that, too. For 5 years of my life. Now there's enough evidence to disprove this statement. Hard evidence. Do I feel great that this happened? No, but it DOESN'T matter how I feel about it. Let me compare that. You are under the assumption that there is no climate change. Right now it's snowing outside where I live. Doesn't feel like the earth warmed up, huh? Well, there's enough evidence that it did so people changed their opinion. Same goes for the earth going around the sun or it being round.

Alright what you believe? That's a hypothesis. And I want you to sit yourself down and think about how you would disprove the statement, "Armie Hammer is a good man". What would he need to do that you would stop believing that? There's nothing? Well, you are idolising an abuser, congrats. You think if he really did what he is accused of would disprove that? Well, there you go. That's what I thought, too. If that's true, he's not a good man after all.

The next step is going to objectively listen to both sides. Hear what the women have to say. What kind of evidence they are presenting. And frankly, if you have been paying attention in the past few years? You will realise not only are those pieces of evidence hard/impossible to fake but they also fit. The man who says he despises pap walks? Who said that if he does one it's because his PR team called them? Why go on pap walks in quick succession with several women? Why show off that they are his now? This is just one of the many things that suddenly makes a lot of sense.

And then you listen to the lack of sensible responses and arguments from people defending him. And you make a decision, no matter how hard it is, no matter how hard it feels.

And I don't wanna hear you explain this one example away. Frankly, I don't care. I am explaining my thought process to you in the hopes that you understand where I am coming from. I will not be arguing with anyone in the comments or DMs or asks. I haven't since this started. If no argument is able to disprove your hypothesis then I will not waste my energy on making one. I have better things to do, frankly.

This is the last I will say on the matter. The works are gone. I may delete this blog soon but I want to leave these statements up for now.

It's been a ride, y'all. See you on the other side.

#i want you to know that I am in a great place #and this was the push I needed to delete these things #that have been making me uncomfortable for awhile now #it was very cathartic #and actually kinda fun #linds #collabs #and you guys sending anons is kinda 2014 don't you think #I hope that all the people that ended up on the right side of this #and supported me throughout the years

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angelbabyszn · 4 years ago

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Just The Way You Are (Oscar X Plus Size Reader)

Requested!

A/N: I decided to make this a full plus size imagine. Plus size women are not appreciated enough and society needs to change their view on people's body types like why are you so obsessed with what people's bodies like? Worry about yourself and change your body for you, not other people.

Plus size is slowly starting to get accepted but not enough. Hopefully, the world would accept us completely without saying anything negative about it because it was how our bodies were built and made by God himself one day.

I'm proud to be one. If you don't accept it, you can completely stop following me and not read any of my imagines again.

If you are one like me, you are so beautiful and amazing! Take time everyday and appreciate where your body takes you everywhere and love the amazing curves you got! Plus size/slim thick is trending now so, go ahead and walk into that room in that outfit you don't usually put on and make people give their full undivided attention to your beautiful, amazing, outgoing self with your beautiful curves!

I hope you enjoy this. I just have to say that to anyone who doesn't believe in plus size women. You can still read this if you're not plus size. You are welcome to request an imagine with any different size, race, height, sexuality, anything you can think of.

Remember, your body is beautiful and don't change it for nobody except for your amazing self! Bye! Thanks for the support and reading my imagines all the way till now. This becomes my 50th imagine omg 🥺 okay, I'm done. Enjoy. Bye ily -angelbabyszn ❤️

OMB Masterlist

F/C - Favorite Color

F/F - Favorite Fruit

"Y/N!" shouted your younger sister, Monse in front of you annoyed.

Monse was shouting out your name for the past two minutes, trying to get your attention but you weren't answering.

You continue to write lyrics on your towel underneath an umbrella while listening to your beat you made through your headphones.

Music is the only thing that understands and helps you get through community college and all of the negative comments about you.

Where's the negative comments coming from? People usually make small comments of your weight. You're a plus - size girl.

At certain times, some comments could ruin your day but you don't let it in your head too much.

Monse growled in anger and took off your headphones quickly. You look up at her crazy.

"Monse!"

"Come on and have fun with us. It's a good day to be out here on the beach. Spooky's here..." said Monse grinning, knowing that you like him.

You hit Monse in her left arm and she faked being in pain with no sound coming out.

"I know that! We're just friends. Also, he wouldn't like a girl like me. Nobody don't like girls my size." you said as you start to get sad again.

You tried to grab your headphones back but failed. Instead, you got a hit from Monse which actually hurt you.

"Monse!" you shouted while grabbing your right arm with your left hand at the spot where she hit you at.

"What did I tell you about talking yourself down! You're so beautiful! Anybody is blind if they don't see it!" said Monse.

"Okay, sure. Now, can you hand me my headphones?" you asked after you got up from your towel and have your hand out to her.

"Y/N! Sweetie, what are you doing?! Your very fine a*s Spooky over there and you're not in your good-looking swimsuit seducing him!"

"Jasmine." you and Monse said in sync looking at her with a dirty look.

"What? I'm just saying. He likes you." said Jasmine and took a sip of her soda she has in her hand.

"No, he doesn't. I'm just a big-"

"Say something negative about your curvy thick self, I'll slap your negative mind to the moon." said Jasmine with a scowl face. Your and Monse's faces become full of fear.

"Now, we got that settled, take off those clothes and show your beautiful a*s self to the world!" said Jasmine excitedly. She went over to you and grabbed the end of your shirt but you stopped her.

"Um, Jas?"

"Yes?"

"I'm not used to people taking my clothes off of me." you said while taking off her hands off of your shirt slowly.

"Oh sorry," said Jasmine and she put her drink down next to her beach chair and started going back to the guys in the ocean having fun "don't be afraid Y/N! You got this!"

You nodded softly and you took a deep breath as you grabbed the bottom of your shirt but stopped in fear.

"You're beautiful." said Monse and you felt your mouth curving into a smile.

"Thanks. You're beautiful too." you commented back and both of you did a side hug.

Monse smiles at you and she turns around to jog back to her group of friends.

You took another deep breath again and grip the bottom of your shirt again with both of your hands.

"Y/N!"

You quickly looked up and you felt a blush crept on your face to see who called you.

It was Spooky who was looking at you with a smile plastered on his face. He was shirtless in his swim shorts with the sun beautifully shining on him.

Your jaw fell a bit at the sight of him. He was glowing. F*cking glowing. Making his muscles and abs more defined than it was.

Your face went emotionless not knowing what to do or say. This is definitely not helping at the moment.

Spooky grinned at you and looked down to the water because of the sight of you. It was hard to control himself by the way you were looking at him.

"Um, you coming?" shouted Spooky with his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed to not get blind by the sun while looking at you.

You shake your head to get back into reality and quickly nod your head in response. Spooky nodded and turned back to Cesar's friends.

"You got this." you said to yourself grabbing your end of your shirt again. You took a deep breath and you started taking off your clothes.

"Looking good Y/N! I see you! I see you." said Jasmine with a beam on her face as she saw you entering the ocean for the first time today.

You were wearing a F/C one piece swimsuit that has a skirt to cover your bottom and was decorated in gold designs.

"Thanks. Um, where's Spooky?" you asked the group of friends while trying to get used to the cold ocean.

A moment later, you felt ice water fall on your head rushed on your body. You close your eyes to protect them as water is poured on you.

You open your eyes again to see you drenched in cold water. You start shivering only for a few seconds because it was super warm outside.

You shake some extra water that was dripping on you from your hands into the ocean. You look up to see the friend group with their eyes widened and jaws dropped.

You immediately slapped a fake smile and you started to twitch your smile and your finger. The young teenagers start to be afraid as you start to twitch your head to the right knowing you were full of rage.

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" shouted Jamal and put his hands up in defense. The rest of the friend group look at him with a stupid faces.

"What? I'm making my statement. Making sure nobody don't blame me like y'all always do!" shouted Jamal and Monse rolled her eyes at him.

You turn around very slowly with your fake smile to see your only guy friend, Spooky with a huge stupid grin on his face with a blue bucket in front of him.

"Y/N-"

"SPOOKY!" you yelled interrupting Ruby's concern. You growled furiously and you went full on hunter mode. Spooky quickly put the bucket over your head and started to swim away.

You screamed as you quickly took the bucket off of your head and threw it behind you not caring where it landed. You continue swimming to catch up to Spooky to kill him.

"HEY!"

Jasmine, Monse, Ruby, and Cesar follow the sound of the voice to see Jamal's head covered by the blue bucket. It landed on him unnaturally.

The group started to laugh hard as Jamal crossed his arms against his chest upset underneath the bucket.

"How inconvenient is that?" said Ruby as he was laughing.

"It's not funny!"

"Oh, it is." said Cesar laughing and he puts his left hand on Jamal's right shoulder with a grin on his face.

Jamal turns to Cesar and he quickly puts the bucket on his head. Jamal starts to laugh at him.

Cesar quickly took off the bucket, threw it behind him, and tackled Jamal into the water causing a play fight between them.

Ruby continued to laugh at his guy friends until he saw blue in front of him unexpectedly.

"This did not happen." said Ruby with his right point finger pointing at the bucket on his head.

"Okay, babe. You know I'll still date you even if you're wearing a bucket." said Jasmine and she quickly grabbed and hugged him tight.

"Jasmine! Let go!" shouted Ruby in annoyance while trying to wiggle out of her arms, causing the bucket to fall off his head and into the water.

"Spooky! Come back here!" you shouted angrily at him a few feet away from you.

"Come get me, babygirl." said Spooky and he turned back and winked with a smirk on his face. It made you forget what you were doing at the moment.

Spooky starts to swim away again and you quickly start swimming again to catch up to him. A few moments later, you felt yourself getting lower, and lower into the ocean.

"Spooky! Ah! Help!" you shouted quickly as ocean waters started to move a bit too quickly for you and you felt no ground to your feet.

"Spoo-"

You went underwater and you felt yourself sinking. You try to swim up but you feel your weight pulling you down faster.

Your eyes widened and felt your eyes starting to close completely. You try to move upwards again but your eyes completely shut. Was this your last moment of life?

"Y/N! Y/N! Wake up!"

You slowly opened your eyes and you saw your worried sister, her friends, and for the first time ever, a worried Spooky.

You start to lean up but everybody around you starts to talk over each other saying to lay back down so you did.

"What happened?" you asked while bringing your right hand on top of your forehead to get your mind waking up again. You jumped a bit when you felt a cold ice pack put on top of your forehead.

"You almost drowned. Luckily, Spooky was there to save you." said Ruby and you turn your head to Spooky on your right looking back at you.

"Um, I'll stay here with her. To make sure nothing happens," said Spooky. He grabs his dry shorts, pulls out some money, and puts it in Cesar's hand. "go get some food. Bring something back for us."

"Okay." said Cesar and Monse leans down to you and starts to caress your cheek "I'm glad you're okay. I love you."

"I love you too." you said and the core five got up and started walking to find something to eat.

"You gonna tell me where you got that money from?" you asked, looking at Spooky stupidly and he started to laugh.

"What did I tell you, mami? It's none of your business." said Spooky and you roll your eyes.

"Anyways, I'm sorry if I was so heavy to save. You didn't have to." you said as your smile starts to fade and negative thoughts start to flow through your head again.

"You weren't. It's no problem. I can carry you anywhere if you want." said Spooky and you look at him with a twisted face.

Your eyes start to flow down to his body to see his abs and muscles that were still defined and water dripping after being out of the water. You shake your head mentality to get back to reality again.

"Yeah, sure you can." you said and you start to laugh a bit knowing he can't. A few moments later, you screamed as you felt yourself being lifted in the air by Spooky.

"Put me down." you said with a pout face with your arms crossed against your chest. Spooky was currently carrying you in maiden style.

"I don't want to, I like this position you are in. In my arms." said Spooky and he scans up and down your body until his eyes meet yours again.

You did a shy laugh as you looked away from him. You didn't want him to see the blush that was forming on your face.

"Hola hermoso."

You and Spooky looked up to see a good-looking girl with a great body in a two piece gold bikini. Spooky put you down softly and both of you look at the girl with weird faces.

"When you're done talking to that fatty, you should come over here and I'll change your life." said the girl and she blows a kiss at Spooky.

You felt your heart burning in jealousy and also breaking into million pieces. It still hurts you when people say things about your body. You just wanted to blow her head off.

"I'm not interested." said Spooky and he crosses his arms against his chest.

"Oh, come on. I know you're interested. I can tell. I got this amazing body that everybody would die for. Not this ugliness over here." said the girl walking closer to him and starts to touch his right arm muscles.

You couldn't take this no more. You almost die by drowning and now you're getting bullied again by another gorgeous girl for the guy you're interested in.

You started to cry hard, making Spooky move away from the girl quickly going over to you. He sees you grabbing your things quickly and putting on your overall clothes.

"Y/N! Wait!"

"No! Just be with that gorgeous thin model! You could care less about me!" you shouted and you quickly threw the ice pack in the sand. You start going to your car leaving before Spooky could chase after you.

You try to dry up your tears in the car but they keep on flowing down. You were done with every negative comment that every single person has said to you that made you worse and worse.

You know what you have to do now and it's the only way to calm you down and make you feel good about yourself.

An hour later, you sighed feeling numb as you walked back into your homemade studio in the backyard storage.

Once you got home, you immediately took a shower, changed into dry clothes, and went in there with no hesitation.

You couldn't believe what happened on the beach today. You don't even want to talk about it. Music was you escaping at the moment but today it was so bad, it wasn't working like it used to.

"Okay. Y/N, calm down. It's over." you said calming yourself and start eating F/F while drinking a small water in your homemade studio.

You were playing different beats that had no lyrics yet to choose what to record today while enjoying your snack break. A few beats later, you immediately got up with your eyes widened.

You quickly grab your pen and start a new page in your songwriting notebook as lyrics are just popping in your mind. You replay the beat and at a good time, you start writing your lyrics.

"Coming!" shouted Monse after hearing the front door knocked a couple of times. She opened the door and gasped to see Spooky's front of her.

"Hey. You mind telling me where Y/N is? I've tried contacting her for hours while going to her favorite places. She's not answering or at those places." asked Spooky.

Spooky been worrying about you for hours. He hates seeing you hurt especially when somebody says something about your weight.

It makes him want to hurt the woman. Obviously he couldn't hurt a woman so he just calls her a puta and walks away.

It took him a while to be friends with you. You were not easy to crack into and he completely understands it because people would become your friend to just break you down again.

It didn't take long before Spooky started to develop feelings for you. Spooky would sometimes flirt and you would never catch it at all which amuses him.

Now, he can't find you anywhere in Freeridge. He just hoped he would find you soon and didn't miss his chance.

"She's in the backyard. In her "homemade studio". said Monse while using her index fingers kinda annoyed.

"Can I see her?"

"No, you can not! You broke her today! Have you done enough! Y/N deserves better-"

Monse quickly turns around and puts her right hand on top of Jasmine's mouth to stop her talking. Now, she was regretting bringing Jasmine here to her house after the beach.

"I'll show you." said Monse with a fake smile on her face and opened the door wider as Spooky came in.

Monse slowly took her hand off of Jasmine's mouth and started to lead Spooky through her house to the backyard where you were.

Once he was outside again, he heard singing in the distance but it was muffled. He looked ahead to see what seemed like a storage room but lights were on.

"There she is. Please be careful with her words. You kinda know how my sister is. Anything bad happens, I'ma pull Jasmine out here." said Monse looking at Spooky with a serious face and her arms crossed against her chest.

Spooky nodded quickly and Monse hit his left shoulder a few times with her right hand for encouragement and walked back into the house.

Spooky took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. As he enters the room, he sees you with your back faced to him singing into the microphone with your headphones on.

You were in the middle of recording and Spooky grinned as he heard you singing. He never thought you could sing but you really could and sounded real good.

"You can sing, hermosa." said Spooky and you jumped in horror causing you to stop singing.

You wouldn't usually jump when recording and hearing Monse's voice. You hearing a deep males voice caused your fright. .

You slowly turned around and became blank seeing Spooky was here, in your homemade studio leaning against the doorway looking at you.

"How's it going?"

You grab a bat, the first thing that would probably help kick him out of your studio. You start charging at him with the bat in your hand about to swing

"Wait!," shouted Spooky with his hands up and out in front of him, looking at you with his eyes widened. You stop charging at him but you was in a position ready to swing "before you go all Harley Quinn on me,"

You rolled your eyes at Spooky comparisons. "I just want to talk to you."

"What is there to talk about? Where's your new girl, eh? She's probably in your car." you said. Your heart starts to burn again in jealousy but quickly stops knowing he would never be interested in you.

"Nah. I never wanted her. I don't like my chica with nothing to grab." said Spooky. You slowly start to put your bat down as his sentence starts to process in your mind.

"W-well. What are you doing here, anyways?" you said stuttering a bit.

"To see you." said Spooky while walking into the studio completely and closing the door behind him.

"Why? I didn't think we were that close." you said and completely dropped your bat on the floor and sat down on the small couch.

"Yeah, we are," said Spooky as he sat next to you. "I've been so worried about you. You just ran away after coming back from almost drowning. I was looking for you everywhere."

"Really?" you asked looking at him and he nodded. You felt your heart skipping a beat. You didn't know he was looking for you all this time. He was actually worried. Does that mean anything?

"I'm sorry for the trouble. You didn't have to. I was fine here." you said and you turn back to your studio in front of you.

"Well, I didn't know you have a homemade studio or you could sing. I'm still learning about you everyday." said Spooky and he slowly puts his arm around your shoulder, making you tense up a bit.

"Is this okay? You seem kinda scared of me."

"No! I'm not! Really, I...just never have everybody wrap their shoulder around me." you said trying to convince him but he already understands. You slowly start to get comfortable with him again and your tension goes away.

"Why are you so...invested in me? I'm just a plus size girl that nobody wants to be friends or be somebody's girlfriend with." you asked and turned away starting to feel negative about yourself again.

Spooky grabs your chin and leans it towards him. He continues on holding it in his left fingers. You felt tension again as you started feeling his soul burning into yours by his eyes.

"Y/N, I like you. I really do. More than friends. I hate that you're putting yourself down everyday like it's okay but it's not. You're so beautiful, amazing, smart, unique, and your body is a special feature of you that I love so much." said Spooky and he grabs your waist with his left hand and starts to caress it softly.

A warm rush through your body as you felt his touch on yours. He does it so softly that it causes you to blush straight up at him.

"I'm sorry, I-"

"God, you're cute." said Spooky in a very husky voice, making you shiver your whole body for a few moments.

Seeing him getting closer is making you even more nervous of what's going to happen. Spooky knowing he got to lead in this, he continues this vibe at the moment.

"Don't think, mi amor." said Spooky and all of sudden, you felt lips connected to yours. Your eyes widened at the sight to see him kissing you softly.

You hesitated as you started to get more and more into the kiss until you were kissing him back completely. You couldn't believe you were kissing the guy you were interested in for months. It's unbelievable.

Both of you ended the kiss and looked into each other's eyes deeply. You didn't know what to say.

"That was so worth it." said Spooky with a smile on his face.

"It sure was." you said and you gained a huge grin on your face, causing him to chuckle a bit.

"What am I going to do about you?" asked Spooky and you shrugged not knowing what to do.

"Let me kiss those lips again." said Spooky and he quickly pulls you on your lap. Your legs ended up straddling his waist to the couch, making you gain a red blush.

"Spooky-"

His hands landed on your waist and carefully caressed it which caused a huge warm emotion going through your body again. He kisses you again, making you lean into him kissing him back.

This day completely flipped as you finally got a boyfriend who actually loves you and your curvy body. You never want to change anything in this moment for the world.

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anystalker707 · 4 years ago

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I’m always yours

Pairing: Gerard Way x Reader Genre: Fluff Word count: 2 338 Requested by @thunderpurple (who apparently got their account deactivated, but I hope they read it anyways) Summary: Reader is a famous singer who dates Gerard and writes a song about their relationship.

"What are you smiling about?" The sudden question pulls me away from my thoughts. I hum questioningly at first – Gerard's curious face is the first thing I process, eyes flickering over me in an attempt of understanding what's in my mind. He sits on the couch across from mine, his elbow over the couch's arm while he supports his chin on his palm.

"Oh," I say when finally understanding the question, adjusting my position – with the motion, my pen almost falls from my lap, but I'm able to catch it. "Erm, nothing," I answer with a smirk, raising my eyebrows lightly, demonstrating I'm just not telling him about it. Certain frustration hits me as I look down at my notebook – it seems like half of the ideas I believed to have written down didn't even leave my mind.

Gerard doesn't seem like he's giving up soon, furrowing his eyebrows as pouting lightly. "Is it about me? You've been observing me way too much." He stands up from the couch to sit down beside me, but I close the notebook and set it between me and the armrest before he does so. "That's not fair," he complains, eyeing the notebook with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, it is," I chuckle and place a kiss on his cheek. "I love it when you're sulky, you get all cute. Not like you're not cute normally, but you get it," I smile, watching him try to put on an angry look, but he ends up blushing. I can't help but to chuckle again, pulling him for a kiss.

"Agh, ew, no fucking on the couch." A sudden voice says and we pull away to see Frank opening the fridge – and most likely having entered the bus without us having noticed.

I roll my eyes with a small lazy smirk, deciding to joke, "you don't even know what happens when you're not around."

"And I'll be happy if it continues this way." He takes a bottle of water in hand, shooting us a playfully reprehending look as making his way out of the bus again; Gerard and I laugh at him.

"Aren't you going to tell me what're you doing?" His head rests on my shoulder as Gerard looks at me from under his lashes. Grinning, I shake my head. He sighs, defeated, and adjusts his posture. "Okay then," Gerard shrugs nonchalantly before leaning in for another kiss.

He must think he's very smart, doesn't he? I can feel the exact moment his hand reaches for the notebook, but I immediately slap it away, shooting him a look once breaking the kiss. "The more you try to see it," I tell him, narrowing my eyes, "the less I'm convinced to show it to you. You'll find out soon enough." With last peck is pressed to his lips, I grabbing the notebook, planning to leave it back in my bus.

"You're no fun," Gerard presses a kiss to my cheek.

"I'm not supposed to be," I tease, standing up and reaching for his hand. "C'mon, I changed my mind, I was just gonna leave this in the bus and come back, but we're not continuing inside here. I want to stretch my legs and I'm tired of staring at a TV or at the wall, the bus makes me feel suffocated." I chuckle seeing him roll his eyes, though agreeing. Maybe some time together will help me having an inspiration.

We grab a coffee from the café of the gas station and take a seat on the concrete step in front of the convenience store, observing the cars passing by. It's quite peaceful – the sun already set itself, so the sky has this golden shade in the horizon, slowly fading into a grayish blue which contrasts perfectly with the clouds, which still have a pink tinge. A stronger breeze hits once in a while, making a few of Gerard's strands cover his face – he hooks them behind his ear just for another breeze to send them flying again. The frustrated grunt he releases makes me chuckle.

"Wait, don't move," I say as getting my phone off my pocket. Doing as said, he hums questioningly. "You look beautiful, all aesthetic," I saw as opening the camera app, taking a few pictures of him. He furrows his eyebrows a bit in a wordless complain, but doesn't do anything to stop me either. Once I lower my phone, he nods towards it as if asking to see the pics.

"Ah, no, wait a minute," I say, changing the camera to the frontal one and moving closer to him – leans in, his cheek brushing mine as I snap another couple of photos. "Imma post these of us later," I hand him the phone to see the pics like he asked earlier, leaning a bit closer to him to see it too.

"Not the others too?" He asks curiously, returning the phone.

"Nah," I shake my head, "these are for personal archive." His scoff makes me grin. "I don't share every pic I take of you, Gee," I let my cup on the ground to be able to hug Gerard, pecking the side of his face. "I can't expose too much what's mine, even more with so many people wanting too," I mutter against his skin, the corners of my lips curling up into a smile seeing him blush – knowing I can make him blush is just amazing.

He hums softly in a mockingly judging tone, turning his face so his lips meet mine. "You do a great job," Gerard mutters on my lips before locking them in a short, sweet kiss. "But don't worry, whether near or far, I'm always yours."

Besides blood, lot of thoughts flood my head as sit upside down on the couch, looking at the nothing. Gerard needed to do whatever, so, with him away, it's the best time to try to write this song. I just want it to be a surprise.

Ray approaches, eyeing me curiously before taking a seat too, about a foot away from me and my guitar – which's actually Frank's, one he lent me earlier. "Why are you sitting like this, kid? For how long have you been like this? You'll pass out." Certain concern is mixed with his confusion, though most of his attention is turned to the phone in his hand.

"'Waiting for inspiration to come." I say as sitting upright again. The room spins under my gaze for a second, but it quickly goes back to normal since it hadn't been long since I had decided to sit like that. "I'm writing a new song," I explain, taking the guitar back on my lap again. "It feels like all my ideas slip away just because I need one then, when I notice, I'm just staring at a white paper waiting for the ideas to show up, y'know?"

Ray chuckles a bit as glancing at me, his curls moving as he nods. "I understand completely. Good luck, tho," he shoots me a smile.

"Thanks," I smile back, playing on the guitar what I've written until now. Turns out I end up finally finding an idea and, getting too engaged on writing the song, I just notice how late it is when the Gerard and Mikey are walking back inside the bus.

"Don't you have your own bus?" Mikey asks playfully, nudging my foot with his before sitting down across from Ray and I.

"Ah, sometimes I forget I do," I set my guitar laying on my lap as throwing my arms over my head to stretch myself. "But I wasn't supposed to be here yet, I just got too carried away..." Seeing Gerard's hand furtively reaching for my notes again makes me interrupt myself, slapping his hand away. "You're so stubborn!" I furrow my eyebrows at him, shooting him a look as standing up.

The guitar is left in a corner, against the wall, and I sigh dramatically, my notebook safely hugged close to myself, "how Mikey's being so rude, I'm already leaving. 'Hope y'all have fun without my illustrious presence, then." My words make Mikey and Ray hum or scoff sarcastically – I throw my nose in the air while walking away, stopping in the last moment to look back and laugh with them.

"Let me go with you," Gerard says as following me, taking my hand in his. He blushes lightly at the peck I give him before we continue walking.

By the time the tour is over, the song is completely perfected – with a little fixing here and there in the lyrics, melody and adding a few other instruments. I smile as listening to the final result, all happy about it. Today completes exact five years since I met Gerard – I remember clearly internally freaking out when meeting him and the calls until four in the morning we started having not long later – so it's obviously the best day to release the song.

I'm anxious about posting it, mostly about Gerard's reaction; I never told him what was the song about and when I was releasing it. Breathing in deeply and exhaling to make myself calmer, I decide to finally post the announcement of the single. First on Twitter, then on Instagram, both with the same caption – I've been working on this song for a long time; it was difficult summing up in five minutes everything (or almost everything) between me and the love of my life, but here it is.

I bite back a grin as placing the phone inside the pocket of my hoodie – that's actually Gerard's, but I'll just return it when it doesn't smell like him anymore and grab another, maybe one of his green jackets – and look for Gerard around the house.

Gerard's in the kitchen when I find him, preparing himself a mug of coffee. Not saying anything, I simply observe, quietly moving to the counter, leaning forward with my hands on the cold surface. He takes a quick glance at first before looking at me properly, humming quietly in acknowledge to my presence. Grabbing his mug, he gives me a peck on the lips in his way out of the kitchen.

He's most likely returning to his office, since there's where he was when I last checked, not long ago. I wait for a moment before following him, but I find him in the living room and wait until he goes up the stairs. Again, after a moment, I'm already after him, however, I almost jump three feet in the air when turning around the corner and seeing Gerard there – he eyes me unamused, sipping on his coffee.

"Why are you following me?" He asks, narrowing his eyes.

I blush, playing with the hem of the hoodie's sleeve. "Ah, um," I think for a moment. "It's a big house," I shrug, remembering the excuse he gives when following me around my house or his own – he always walks in the room about a minute later and blushes, getting all fidgety, when finding me staring at the doorway, waiting for him with a knowing look. "I feel alone...?" It ends up sounding more like a question and I try to crack a convincing grin in the end.

He chuckles softly as stepping closer, pressing a peck to my lips, leaving behind the bitter taste of coffee. "You can stay in the office too, y'know," he raises an eyebrow at me, nodding towards the said room. "I also enjoy your company."

I'm about to agree when it suddenly comes to my mind – maybe he'll check his phone when getting back there and I don't want to be around, watching his reaction to the song. "Ah," I look away, stepping back again, "no, actually, I'm fine," I force a grin, ignoring his questioning gaze. "I'll go watch something on the TV."

Before Gerard can question me, I'm already turning around and going down the stairs, throwing myself on the couch once in the living room. The TV ends up turning into just another detail in the background, losing my attention to my phone as I read the comments on the new song.

There are these hate comments as always – most of them are attacking me about for just wanting to use Gerard and MCR, which simply doesn't make sense since I was already famous before meeting them and our relationship didn't come out to the public until about a year ago.

People started suspecting about it and the media was also annoying a lot, trying to figure out the truth. So, in an interview to MCR and I before a concert I was opening for them, when the interviewer asked us about it, I just kissed Gerard in front of the camera and walked away. I remember how Gerard just shrugged at the guy and followed me while Frank watched with a grin – he had already figured out about us by himself – and Mikey and Ray stood there containing amused smiles.

The comments do make me feel bad sometimes, but I believe people would like it to be in my place, so I try to not bother too much. There are the people who actually like me, above all, and who support us together. Not like we need their approval, but that's it.

Arms being wrapped around me suddenly pull me away from my thoughts – I blush as coming back to reality and remembering everything, shrinking a bit while Gerard covers my face with kisses. "Gerard!" I say through a chuckle, in a reprehending tone, interrupted when a last kiss is pressed to my lips.

"You're the best," he says, kissing me deeply before giving me a chance to answer. "I love you so much, you make me feel so special, you're literally the best thing that ever happened to me." Once again, he kisses me.

As much as the kiss is good, I pull away a few seconds later to answer. I grin sheepishly, "you too, Gee, I love you too."

#mcr #mcr fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #emo #my chemical romance #mcr oneshot #mcr imagine #gerard way #gerard way imagine #gerard way x reader #x reader #fluff #oneshot #my post

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borathae · 3 years ago

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Hiii :) after you’ve posted other people send you concerns about them getting back together I decided to write to you too 😬 I didn’t want to do it before because i didn’t want to upset anyone but since I’m not alone in feeling that way i want to send you my thoughts as well ❣️

First of all, the chapter was amazing as always! You’re such an amazing and talented writer! Thank you for sharing your work with us! ❤️🥺❤️

Now, when it comes to Lucky and Bunny so many things happened... I really don’t know if them being together is a good idea (although I guess that wasn’t your intention lol). But seriously, when it comes to JK alcohol addiction is very bad but I don’t know what did Lucky expect? That he will threw away booze and never drink again? She was an addict herself so she should know how hard it is to stop (only few people can say they’re done and actually never do this again) and knowing that their relationship is not stable it’s probably not helping him to get better (this is not Lucky’s fault, it’s just a general observation)... maybe it’s not a time for a romantic relationship for Bunny... I think it’s better if he get professional help (and I’m not thinking only about rehab but also therapy) and have a support system (I’m thinking about his sister and mom because they seem like they really care about him and love him), maybe Lucky can be friends with him and support him that way and later when he gets better they can start to think about relationship.. To be very realistic when you go to rehab they actually advise against having new romantic relationships and for at least a year after finishing rehab it’s better to stay single because you need to focus on yourself and getting your shit together rather than getting involved in emotional relation that can end good or bad and trigger some bad habits... also, I’m glad Lucky said he needs professional help but I think that if she talked with him when he’s sober and with no emotions.. maybe then Bunny would understand that he really needs it and would be willing to agree...

When it comes to the commitment issue.. it’s hard because Bunny doesn’t ask for too much at all... it’s okay to want to be the one and only and he definitely shouldn’t compromise on it... and the fact that Lucky can’t even show him that he is important to her (don’t even let me started on the fact that sex is a way to apologize and communicate for them because it never ends well) is very sad especially after what Bunny went through,.. I don’t agree on him comparing Lucky to “her” but it should make Lucky think about how she treats him and how that situation/relationship makes him feel if he’s comparing it to such horrible time in his life... I feel truly sorry for Bunny because he’s once again alone and kind of lonely (at least that what he is feeling) :(

On the other hand, Lucky is very conflicted and the reader can see and feel it... i honestly don’t know if she knows what she wants.. as was discussed after ch 10 it’s her decision to quit her job (and I still think it is) but debating whether to break up with Bunny or keep working was very weird to me because this job doesn’t even gets her a lot of money?? She could sell the Rolex she got from Bunny and have more money then after working for a few months....

idk maybe Bunny was a person she needed to meet to see that she still can open up to someone and trust them and show her that she deserve to love and be loved and that’s the life lesson for her.. and maybe she was a person for Bunny who finally saw his struggles and helped him get help and also showed him that he still can fall in love and his life didn’t end after “she” broke up with him..

they’re just so insecure in this relationship and they hurt each other so much because of it and they straight out toxic for each other... Please, don’t get me wrong they are not wrong for each other but they’re definitely not good for each other either... I don’t know what will happen in future chapters but now it seems like it’s better if they’re apart and i really don’t see them getting back together... maybe they’re suppose to be each other “life lessons” in order to grow and become a better people..

I hope I don’t offend anyone.. I tried to articulate my thoughts as best as I can :) and I really appreciate all you hard work!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

P.S. and about JK’s worker.. she is so annoying 🙄 but thankfully JK is rich and probably has the best lawyers and if she is pregnant (Idk maybe she’s pretending.. 👀) you can do DNA test when the baby is still in the womb so I’m sure they will resolve it quickly :)

Omfg whY do y'all want them to be apart so fkcing bad? Jesus christ I should have fkcing deleted the chapter. I was literally contemplating. Ask @tipsydipsydo that poor woman had to listen to 50 minutes of voice messages of me trying to figure out if I should keep it in or not omfg. But I decided to keep it because I didn’t want to pretend like they don’t have issues and that those issues wouldn’t backlash in their relationship.

And then I get messages like "you should delete entire story sucky sucks" and I’m just like ??? It was literally one angst chapter showcasing the bad times in a relationship? chill omfg

Anyways that's not your rant to bear, but thanks for your input I guess? I reconsider the other chapters then and maybe make them just friends or something if that’s what you guys really want.

#asks: aaol #asks #anon

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scarlettwitcher · 5 years ago

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Baby Girl Chapter Two

Summary: Y/n tried to avoid her past with a certain Statesmen but when they’re partnered back up for a mission that could cost millions their lives, Y/n must make the right choice. (This is the Kingsman: The Golden Circle movie basically in writing with reader insert. I recommend watching the movie, it’s amazing! It’s on Amazon Prime Video.)

Characters: Agent Whiskey, Agent Gin(Y/n), Tequila, Ginger Ale, Eggsy, Merlin, Champ, Harry, mentions of Poppy, Charlie, and Clara in coming chapters..

Word Count: 3,820

Warnings: angst(this is going to be a big theme here), alot of cursing, a itty bit of implied smut, southern talk because that’s a warning in itself

Author’s Note: Does it show how excited I am to post this series? Shout out to @giftofdreams and @queenxxxsupreme for being great betas and supports! (I would like to say that I have tagged a lot of people who I think would be interested in this story as a signal boost of some kind, please don’t hate) As always, thank you for reading and feedback is welcome/needed.

Previously...

“Just for the weekend. Has he tried to talk to you?” You shook your head as the elevator stopped, indicating you were on the floor you needed. “Good. How about we go to that restaurant I told you about?”

“Sounds nice Tequila. We’ll take Ginger. She’s really been wanting to go there.”

“It’s a date.” You giggled at his remark. You grabbed Eggsy once more, slowly dragging him towards the interrogation room you had. Once Tequila secured Merlin into his chair, Tequila moved quickly, securing Eggsy beside him. You sat in the far side of the room as Tequila took his place in front of the both of them, leaning on the table. He licked his lips, trying not to show how much he would enjoy this as he leaned over, slapping the both of them out of their unconsciousness. This was going to be fun.

Now...

After both men recounted and told Tequila everything, he frowned at the floor, shaking his head as he took a deep breath. “A bottle in a secret wall. You really expect me to take that seriously?” Both men glared at Tequila, too focused on him to have noticed you in the room, silently watching them. “See, I think your story's horse shit. Y'all just trying to cover for a failed rescue mission. You here for the lepidopterist, ain't you?” Merlin looked over at Eggsy, confusion written on their faces. That’s when Eggsy finally noticed you and was taken aback. You waved at him with a soft smile on your features. They looked back to Tequila, almost as if they were expecting an explanation. “Okay, so your mystery bottle, huh? Look anything like that, right there?” Tequila had reached behind him, pulling out a Statesman whiskey bottle, holding it up towards the men.

Eggsy decided to speak up. “Yes. Same brand, much older.”

“All right. Let's see here.” Tequila opened up the bottle, taking a deep breath of the thick scent before tossing the top towards you. You huffed in annoyance as you caught it with ease, throwing it back at him, hitting him square in the face. He looked at you with irritation as you started to giggle. He shook his head mumbling about how you were a pain in the ass before focusing back on the Kingsman. “You know why the measurement of alcohol content's called ‘proof’?”

Tequila walked around both of them, pouring whiskey all over their suits and laps. He covered them in the liquid. Eggsy jumped when the liquid fell on him. “Oh, fuck off!

“Oh, for Pete's sake.”

“See, comes from back in the old days,” Tequila stood back up in front of them as he spoke. You walked over, taking the whiskey from his hand. You took a big sip before handing it back to him. You winced before letting out a heavy breath. You winked at the men before going back to your spot in the room, leaving a puzzled Merlin behind you. “When pirates wanted to test the strength of their rum, they used to pour a little bit out on gunpowder.” Tequila took his own sip of the whiskey as he exhaled loudly from the strength. “That'll make you wanna slap your mama right there, boy.”

The men glared at Tequila as he continued talking. “And if the gunpowder, if it burnt when they set it alight, they considered it proof that their rum was good and strong.” Tequila poured the rest of the whiskey bottle on them without a care in the world. “But see, I ain't got no gunpowder on me, do I? But I'm pretty sure you boys will make just as impressive of a sound when I set your balls on fire.” Tequila had stepped back, setting the bottle down as he reached into his jacket, pulling out a lighter. He turned it on and held it out towards them. Merlin chuckled quietly. You bit your lip watching from your corner. The men looked unfazed and you found it intriguing. “Or you could just tell me who the fuck y'all really are and how the hell y'all found us.”

“We don’t want to hurt you but you gotta understand our position. Two sharply dressed men hack into our system within seconds and they tell us they found us from a whiskey bottle? Sounds fishy. I know you boys are good, just help us help you.” You chimed in. You couldn't help but be good cop at the moment. Eggsy looked at you curiously before nodding his subtle appreciation. He knew if you were the one handling this, it would’ve gone a very different way. Merlin noticed your subtle kindness and made sure to only direct his anger towards Tequila.

“Look, for the last time, we have nothing to protect but our honor. So you can take your cheap horse piss that you call whiskey which, by the way, is spelled without an ‘E’ and is nothing compared to a single malt scotch and you can go fuck yourself.” Eggsy laughed as Merlin finished talking. Tequila smirked and walked closer to the men as he dragged the flame of the lighter across his palm. He stopped in front of Eggsy, nodding towards him.

“What about you?”

“Me?”

“Yeah.”

“No, I love a Jack and Coke, bruv. But I do agree with the part where you go fuck yourself.” You could see Tequila was losing his patience just a bit and you motioned towards him if he’d like for you to take over. He hesitated for a second before shaking his head. He walked back towards his spot.

“All right. Y'all ain't got nothing to protect other than your honor. Let's see what happens when we change things up.” Tequila reached over the wall, hitting a switch. The large, brightly lit panel behind him went clear, revealing Harry who was shaving into what was a mirror on his side. The men’s eyes fell wide in shock as they stared at their old friend standing alive and well.

“Fuck me.”

“Harry?”

“Y'all got three seconds to tell me the truth.” Tequila pulled out his handgun, pointing towards Harry through the mirror. You watched just as shocked and you stood, ready to tackle Tequila at any moment. He saw this and didn’t falter in his hold but he tried to convey with his eyes for you to trust him. You swallowed thickly knowing you trusted him. The room was full of Merlin and Eggsy’s screams.

“Wait. No. No!”

“Harry!”

“He can't hear you. But I can so talk.”

“No!”

“Get down, Harry!”

“Harry! Harry!”

Tequila clenched his jaw in annoyance before muttering. “That's two.”

“Harry!”

“Three.” Just as Tequila muttered the number, Ginger came running in, tossing an umbrella towards Tequila. He lowered his gun and caught it, looking at her confused

“Stop! Their story checked out. I opened our doomsday scenario locker and that umbrella was in it. Kingsman. It's got our logo on it. I'm really sorry.” Ginger walked in with towels in her hand, placing it on their laps as she tried to dry them. You walked over quickly, inspecting the umbrella as the logo clearly read Kingsman. You looked up at Ginger who handed you the towels she used to dry them off.

Tequila started laughing as he spoke to Eggsy and Merlin. “My apologies, boys. I hope there ain't no hard feelings. I was just doin' my job. Welcome to the Statesman, an independent intelligence agency. Just like y'all, I reckon. But our founders went into the booze business. Thank the sweet Lord above.” He motioned towards Ginger with the umbrella. “This is Ginger Ale. She's our strategy executive.” He looked at you and an unrecognizable look on his eyes appeared. You raised an eyebrow in question but he cleared his throat, motioning with the umbrella. “ And that’s Gin. She’s one of our top field agents.” You winked at Merlin who looked at you apprehensively. You stood next to Ginger, getting a better look at the men. “I'm Agent Tequila.”

Eggsy glared at Tequila. “This is the part where you untie us.” Tequila clenched his jaw before motioning towards you. You walked up towards them, untying them as gentle as you could. Your scent burned through the air and Eggsy couldn’t help but sniff, finding it really pleasant. Merlin looked over at Eggsy, thinking the same thing as you finished cutting them loose.

“Thank you.” As soon as both were free, they marched out of the room towards the next room where Harry was. They walked in and you could see everything from the mirror. You decided to give them space to talk to their friend as you motioned for Tequila to go to the other end of the room with you.

“You went too far with butterfly guy..”

“Darlin, you know I wasn’t gonna shoot him.” You huffed at him as you tried to make him understand.

“That’s not the point Tequila. They came for our help. The least we could’ve done was give them the benefit of the doubt, not threaten to shoot their friend.” Tequila chuckled as you scolded him. He reached over, pulling you into him as he kissed your forehead softly.

“You’re too sweet Gin.” You grumbled in response before moving away from him, going with Ginger. Your response made Tequila laugh harder as he rejoined you at your side. You caught the end of the reunion’s conversation. You bit your lip in thought as Tequila spoke what you were thinking. You stood next to Ginger from where she was sitting, Tequila taking the chair next to her. “So these fellas right here are our doomsday protocol?”

“Turns out, our founder's tailor was Kingsman.” Eggsy and Merlin walked back into the interrogation room.

“What the fuck have you done to him?”

“Nothing. Only tried to help him. He's got retrograde amnesia. Now, we knew from his eyeglasses that he was intelligent. We just didn't know whose.” Ginger spoke up. You knew you both tried as hard as you could to help him but he had lost quite a bit of his memory and spent most of his time studying butterflies.

“How did he get here?”

Ginger retold the story of how he ended up at the agency. You remembered the day as if it was yesterday. When the alarm for the low-frequency waves rang and Ginger asked for backup, the three of you made your way over to the church. Upon arriving, Ginger took care of Harry and you and Tequila made your way into the church with your guns held high. The sight that welcomed you was horrifying and you still had nightmares. “We developed our alpha gel technology for our own agents in the event of a headshot. The gel protects the brain. Then, in the lab, we use nanites, microbots, to repair tissue damage. There are side effects. Partial amnesia, regression to the younger self. With no idea who he was, there was nothing we could do. But now you guys are here, there's a good chance we can bring him back.” Eggsy turned to look back at Harry through the mirror before looking at Ginger then you.

“I’m glad to know you’re here. It hurts to see him like this.” Merlin smiled tightly as you decided to speak up. “You need to meet up with Champ. He’s the head here. Come on.” You motioned towards Eggsy, Tequila following closely behind as you made your way to the elevator. Within a few minutes, you were outside, walking towards the main office. You had alerted Champ, letting him know you were on your way.

Tequila walked in first, with you and Eggsy following. You closed the door after everyone was in. Eggsy looked around amazed as you and Tequila stood next to the long table, waiting on the champ.

“At what point are you going to start behaving like a Statesman, Tequila? You wanna go back to being a rodeo clown?” You giggled quietly to yourself as you watched the older man stare out the window. He turned to look at the three of you. It wasn’t uncommon for Champ to go after Tequila. You were Champ’s favorite, considering he raised you for half your life, and he never picked on you.

“No, sir. I apologize, sir.” Tequila looked down as if he was embarrassed. He scowled at you as he heard you laugh and you gave him a sweet smile, one he immediately returned.

“I'm Champagne. But anyone who knows what's good for him,” You watched Champ throw his hat across the room with ease as it landed on a giant bottle of Champagne. “Calls me Champ. Sorry for your troubles. As your American cousins, I'm placing all of Statesman's considerably larger resources at your disposal. Can you imagine us in the clothing business?” He motioned towards a large screen at the end of the room that displayed the amount of money the organization had before nodding towards the empty space to his right. Champ chuckled as you took a seat at the table on the other side, leaving the chair on Champ’s right side empty. Eggsy thought this was peculiar but chose not to comment as he watched you slip on some gold wire glasses, similar to the ones Tequila was wearing. You looked to your left and you nodded curtly, a look of contempt flashing across your features. Champ chuckled and focused back on Eggsy. “Now, how can I help you?”

You watched as Champ pulled a silver case out of his pocket. “First of all, I've got to thank you for saving Agent Galahad.” Eggsy looked like he was out of his element and you found it amusing. He was probably a few years younger than you and it pleased you for a second to know you weren’t the youngest agent around.

“Wait. You said that you were Galahad.”

“Oh, no, he's talking about the butterfly guy. That used to be his handle.”

“Oh.”

“Galahad always said, "You've got to look at the bigger picture. Ask 'why' as well as 'who'." So if someone wanted to take out Kingsman, then they've got to be planning something major.” Champ pulled out a cigar from the casing and started to smell it, rubbing it against his nose.

You nodded before chiming in. “So what do you know Agent?”

“They're a drug cartel, we think. The name Golden Circle keeps coming up.” You took a few notes for later research, frowning as you threw an irritated glance to your left.

“Mmm. We'll look into them. What else?” Champ looked to his right, motioning towards the empty chair as if he was speaking to no one. Eggsy saw this again but chose to not comment on it.

“One of our former trainees is working with them. Charlie Hesketh. Total prick.” You snorted quietly to yourself as you listened to the way he talked about his ex-colleague.

“You got any promising leads on him?”

Eggsy pulled out his phone and swiped through it. “His ex-girlfriend. I've been tracking her through social media. We believe she's still in contact with him. And she's going to Glastonbury Music Festival.” Eggsy flipped his phone towards the table, showing everyone the selfie Clara had posted.

“Oh, good. Agent Tequila, Agent Gin, break out your dancing shoes. You have a new mission.”

“Yes, sir.” Tequila took a sip of his drink and as he raised the cup, large blue spider veins began to appear over his skin from his neck until it covered all of his face. You all watched in shock and almost horror.

“Hold up… You feeling okay?” Champ stopped to ask as you stood up to walk over to Tequila's side touching his cheek, feeling his temperature. This earned you a quiet growl from your right, one only the three of you could hear and one you actively ignored.

“I'm a little tired, but fine, thanks Gin. Galahad, you ready?” Tequila looked at you with confusion as you continued to touch his skin, looking for anything to indicate a fever. He reached up taking one of your hands in his, holding it gently as he smiled at your overprotectiveness. You were very open with your fellow agents. You were like the mother of the group. You always made sure they were okay, that they had what they needed. Nobody minded your touchiness. Most actually enjoyed it, Tequila included.

"Sugar, your face is having a reaction.” You said sweetly as he furrowed his brows.

“Your face… You got…” Champ motioned to his face

“What the fuck?” Tequila looked at himself in his cup before looking up at you with fear before standing up and making his way to the door.

“Oh, shit. Head to the sickbay. Have Ginger check you out.” You were going to walk Tequila to the sickbay but Champ’s simple shake of his head told you to stay where you were. You did have a mission after all. Champ whistled at Tequila making him stop and looked back, his eyes finding your small form first before looking at Champ. “Hey, give him your glasses.” Tequila clenched his jaw before tossing his glasses to Eggsy and leaving the room. “You're in luck, kid. Put 'em on." Eggsy complied and slipped the glasses on. "You get our finest senior agent to join you instead. Right now, he's in our New York office. Galahad, meet Agent Whiskey.” Eggsy looked up at the empty chair on Champ’s right side and was now able to understand why you didn’t sit there and why Champ referred to the empty chair often.

“Kid, looks like we're hookin' up with a chick at a rock concert. My…” Whiskey looked over at you for a second and smirked, loving to rile you up. He didn't like how close you were to Tequila and wanted to have some type of control over the situation at the moment with you. “Favorite kind of mission. I'm sending my jet to pick you both up.” You scoffed at Whiskey’s comment and crossed your arms, staring the arrogant bastard down. Eggsy nodded his understanding as he left the room, leaving you alone with Champ and Whiskey.

“Champ, I can handle this one alone with the kid.”

“I don’t doubt that Gin, but we’re going to have to put a tracker on her and you know how we handle that.” You rolled your eyes as Whiskey chuckled condescendingly. You hated all of them.

“So? I’ve never been afraid to touch a woman. Ginger quite likes how soft my hands are.” Both men’s eyebrows shot up as Whiskey licked his lips, trying not to imagine you with another woman. He coughed as he felt all the blood rush to his cock, hardening in his tight jeans. Even through the hologram, you could see his eyes darkening, his gaze intense on your form. You smirked in victory of knowing you left both speechless.

“Whiskey goes, Agent Gin. I know this isn't ideal for you but this is an all hands on deck situation. Galahad will accompany you.” You huffed angrily as you left the main room, leaving to go pack some of your things.

“Whiskey, focus on the mission. Give her a break.” Flashes of that night passed through Whiskey’s mind. Images of you riding him, screaming his name, filled his senses. He cleared his throat once more, moving in his chair, trying to fix himself. He remembered it was the night before he had to leave to manage the New York branch. He hadn't told you and when he finally made a move and you slept together, he told you the next morning, leaving you high and dry. You had feelings for the older agent and you suspected he did too. Turns out he just wanted to add you to his never-ending list of fucks. At least, that's what you told yourself so it wouldn't hurt so much.

You hated to admit it took you months to recover from Whiskey hurting you. You weren't weak, especially when it came to your emotions. Sure you were kind, but that was just your personality. You were one of the highest top-ranking agents, falling below agent Whiskey. You had a strict rule of no love following the rules as best as you could but Whiskey slipped under your nose and got to your heart before you even realized what was going on. When Champ had made you partners in the field, you were excited. You got to work and learn from the best agent in Statesmen. Slowly as you got closer, working on more intimate missions, even going as far as pretending to be a married couple, your heart betrayed you. You knew your feelings were unrequited, or you thought, and you kept it to yourself. The night he seduced you and finally got you to his bed, you believed he had changed. You let yourself believe he felt the same. You thought it was the beginning of something amazing but you were wrong. He was saying goodbye.

He tried to get you to talk to him when he was away. He called every morning and every night for the first few months. You never answered the calls or his texts. After that, they slowly started to diminish until you didn't get any calls or any texts at all. You didn’t want to say you fell into a depression but you definitely weren’t okay. Going on missions, you became reckless. Not only were you putting your life in danger, but others were also starting to get affected. You started to return back to the agency with more bumps and bruises than you had and Ginger had to patch you up good every time. Champ became worried and pulled you away from fieldwork, sending you to take a break. After a few weeks of recovery, you finally came back to your own senses and came back better than ever. You bonded heavily with the other agents, especially Tequila and Ginger. They all made sure you were okay and kept tabs on you especially Tequila. He was way too overprotective of you. You had your suspicions he had feelings for you but you made sure he understood that you couldn’t. Tequila wasn’t him.

When Whiskey came to the Kentucky office for visits or big meetings that required in-person presentation, he tried to talk to you but you would avoid him like the plague. Tequila made sure to never leave your side and that irritated Whiskey. He suspected that Tequila had some feelings for you and it bothered him because you belonged to him. Ever since Whiskey left for New York, he couldn't get you out of his mind. He tried to talk to you but you would ignore him. He fucked his way through many girls but none could compare to you and he was unsatisfied. They weren't you. After sleeping with girls the first few weeks, he stopped completely, knowing he would only be satisfied by you, your touch, and your voice. Whenever he'd go to Kentucky, you'd always be on some mission or you would avoid him, staying away from the office. He knew he messed up but he wouldn't give up on trying to talk to you and getting you back.

Whiskey knew exactly what Champ meant and he sighed, nodding his head. "I'll try Champ."

"I'm serious Whiskey. That girl has been trying hard to recover. She may be young but she has a big heart." Whiskey nodded as he waved his goodbye, hanging up the call. He was relieved at finally having some time to talk to you, even if it wasn’t alone. Who knew this would be the start of a long, long roller coaster.

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eddieismypimp · 5 years ago

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Snuck in

Summary: You and Oscar go on a really cute date and have a wonderful day. Then y'all come home and find out that your daughter snuck her boyfriend in while yall were gone and the whole vibe is ruined. Warnings: DRAMATIC ASF FOR NO REASON, cussing, a little violence but its not terrible, also, this story is gonna be kind of long because I can't control myself when it comes to writing and it takes me nine years to settle on an ending. A/N (PLEASE READ): before I start the story I just wanna say, in NO way do I condone violence, this story idea has been in my head for a while and I have no idea why but I needed to write it. I'm scared to post this because it's absolute trash and I have anxiety. If you dont like this type of story I am truly very sorry. Also, thank you for the people that are supporting me and liking my stuff. You guys are wonderful and I hope you have a great, non-boring quarantine. <3 p.s. please don't bash me, I'm not the best writer.

I was laying on my bed, scrolling through insta when my husband walked into the bedroom. "Hi baby." I said smiling up at him. "Hi beautiful." He got on the bed and started kissing my face. "You should get ready soon hermosa." He said kissing my neck. " I have plans for us today." "Aw really? What are we doing?" I asked with a smile. "That's a surpirse, dress comfortable though." He said smiling and getting up walking back out the room. I smiled to myself. He's literally so cute. Everyone thinks he's so tough but hes the biggest teddy bear. He's my squishy. I giggled at that thought. I really hope its a date. We haven't went on a proper date in like two years and I was DYING for some romance. I went to me and Oscar's shared closet. I rummaged through it for about 15 minutes before I just decided on a black floral dress that was flowy and comfortable. I walked to the bathroom and decided to take a quick shower. -Time skip because I'm fucking lazy- After I got out of the shower, I brushed my teeth, moisturized my hair, put lotion on and all that good stuff before I got dressed. When I was finished with all of that, I slipped on some black sandals to finish the look. I grabbed my phone and my little purse and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Oscar and Cesar were sitting at the table talking. Oscar had a mean look on his face as usual but when he saw me he smiled. I smiled back. I got my glass of water and walked towards the table to take a seat. As soon as I sat down, our daughter Mariposa walked in. (side note, I'm sorry if anyone has this name or has used this name or something I just think its beautiful) " Hi mami, hi papi" She said kissing me and Oscar's cheek. "Hi my baby." I said smiling at her. "Hi princesa." Oscar said to her before going back to talking to her tio. She came over to me. "Mama, when are you and papa leaving?" She asked me. "I'm not sure my darling" I asked her. "Why?" "You got plans or something?" Oscar chimed in. She looked at him. "No papi." She said a little to quickly which was a little suspicous but I brushed it off. He looked at her with one eyebrow raised. "I'm just gonna miss you guys thats all." She said with a pout. I absolutely melted. Even tho she's fifteen, she's still my little baby. "Awww." I said pulling her into a hug and kissing her forehead. Oscar chcukled. "We'll be back soon mi corazon. And when we come back, we can watch movies and eat snacks." He said standing up to kiss her forehead. He grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the chair. "You ready hermosa?" He asked me. "Yes," I said smiling. "Bye baby." I said to my daughter kissing her head. "Bye guys, be careful and have fun." She waved at us. Me and Oscar got in his car. "We're gonna gave a great day baby , are you ready for this?" He asked looking at me. "I was born ready." We both laughed. "So, where are we going? I asked him. "That's a surprise baby." He said as he started driving to an unknown location. I shook my head and giggled. -another time skip - We pulled up to some place that looked like a flower shop. I looked at Oscar with a smile, he knew I loved flowers. He got out of the car and I followed. He grabbed my hand and we walked in. The workers greeted us as I looked at all the pretty flowers. "Come on hermosa" Oscar said pulling me towards a door that lead to the back of the store. "I want you to see something." I just allowed him to pull me desperate to see what he wanted to show me. He opened the door and I was in absolute SHOCK! My jaw dropped. It was so pretty. There was a little table with two chairs, some candles, and two silver platters covered up. There was a huge umberella covering the table with fairy lights hanging off of it above us. In the background there was a huge feild filled with a plethora of flowers. It was absolutley breathtaking. "Do you like it?" He asked me looking at me with hopeful eyes. I started tearing up. "Oh mamita don't cry." he said taking my face in his hands and kissing my cheek. "You set all this up" I asked "For me?" "Of course I did baby" He said "You're my world and I would do anything for you." "This is so perfect Oscar" I said wrapping my arms around him and burying my face in his chest. "It's beautiful." "Anything for you baby" He said grabbing my hand and kissing it. "Let's go sit down." He pulled me towards the table and pulled my chair out for me. I sat down and he pushed the chair towards the table little. Then he sat down opposite of me. "This is amazing Oscar." I said with a smile. He just smiled back at me. -ANOTHER time skip, dont hate me- After we finished eating our dinner and talking, we decided to go on a walk through the feilds and pick some flowers. He took some pictures of me and I took some pictures of him. It was truly an amzaing day. We started the walk back to the car. "Oscar... thank you for today. It was truly amazing and I'm glad I have you in my life. I said grabbing his hands and looking in his eyes. "I'm glad I have you too baby, I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you or Mariposa." He kissed me. We got in the car and I put my head on his shoulder while he drove home. -at home- We got out of the car hand in hand. Happy about how today turned out. I dont know about Oscar but I was ready to cuddle with my loves and watch disney movies. We walked in and Oscar let go of my hand almsot immediately. I gasped. We both froze. My daughter was on some guys lap and they were making out. I looked at Oscar because I knew he was about to flip. The guy pushed Mariposa off of him and onto the couch. Mariposa looked actually petrified. I was very upset. Before I could even react, Oscar charged at the poor boy and started punvhing him. I ran over. Mariposa was begging him to stop. "Oscar, oscar please stop." I said trying to grab his arm. He pushed my arms away and continued to hit the boy. "Oscar!" I yelled one last time and he finally stopped. Oscar was livid, Mariposa was crying, I was freaked out, and that poor boy was bloodied and bruised. "Oscar, oscar come on" I said grabbing his face in my hands. "Look at me, it's gonna be okay, I promise." I tried to reason with him but he was still mad. He looked at the boy who was trying to pick himself up off the floor with Mariposa's help. "Get him the fuck out of my house." He said through clenched teeth. The boy finally got up off the floor and walked out the door. Oscar looked at Mariposa who was just standing there crying. "Give me your phone and go to your room. He said with a stern look. "You're grounded from now for til college." (if you get this ily) She handed him her phone and went to her room. "Oscar... I get you're mad baby and I'm VERY upset myself but you didn't have to beat him up like that right in front of her...." I said caressing his cheeks. "My poor baby was terrified oscar." I frowned. "She disrespected me y/n. She disrespected both of us.." He paused. "I can't just let that shit slide because then she'll think that she can get away with anything." "I totally get that oscar, I'm her parent too and I know she needs discipline", "but I'm just saying that was a lttle extreme..." "I know.... I couldn't control myself" He said looking down at his brusied and bloody knuckles. "It's okay baby." I took his hands in mine careful not to hurt him. "Go wait for me in bathroom" "I'm gonna go talk to Mariposa and then I'll come clean you up." I said kissing his cheek. He walked to the bathroom as I walked to my daughters room. I heard her crying. I knocked. "Posie, it's just me baby." I said opening her door. She had her face in her pillows crying. "Aww come here my baby." I said sitting down on her bed and bringing her into my arms. "I hate him mama." She cried. "Now now, don't say that. Your papa only wants whats best for you" I said as I rubbed her head to try and soothe her. "I know, what just happened was very scary and traumatizing for you but you have to understand that you are still your papa's little girl even if you are growing up" I said pouting. "You know your father would do anything to protect you and seeing you with that boy really freaked him out and brought him to the reality that you're getting older.....You can't be mad at him for loving you baby" I said putting my hands on her cheeks." Don't get me wrong, I am very upset and disappointed too but I understand. I did the same thing with your dad when I was your age, I just didnt get caught" I said. She giggled at that. I smiled. "Theres my happy girl" I said as I kissed the top of her head. "Now, I want you to go apologize to your dad." She nodded her head. "Okay mama." "You're still grounded though." I said standing up and following her out of her bedroom. She slowly stalked to bathroom where Oscar was. She peaked her head in. Oscar was looking at his hands. "Papa..." Her voice was barely a whisper and I don't even know how Oscar heard her. He looked up at her. She started tearing up again. "I'm really sorry.." She said full on crying now. Oscar sighed. "Come here bebita." Oscar said motioning to go over to him with his hand. She sowly walked over to him and immediately fell into his embrace. "I'm sorry I freaked out like that princesa. He said rubbing her head. "You're my little girl, and seeing you with that boy.. something inside me snapped." "I understand papi...I'm really sorry I did that and I promise I'll never do it again." she said looking up at him. "It's okay baby...now go to your room, me and your mama will make dinner for you." He said kissing her temple. "Okay, papa" She said walking over to me. She gave me a hug. "I love you mama." "I love you too baby." the end.

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