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lunerenzo · 1 year ago

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more prison gf! Ymir hcs ♡

♱ Content. drugs, swearing, fluff , NSFW , not proofread, pls let me know if i missed anything :)

♱ Notes. I see yall love her just as much as me 😋. These are just hcs of her when shes out of jail.

♱ Word count. 848

Pt. 1

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

lower case intentional, Enjoy!

prison gf! ymir…who knows how to do your everyday make up and for some reason it always looks better even though she does the exact same steps as you. as well as the more extravagant ones, like the type of make up naezrah does, it always looks amazing cause she has such a steady hand. there is only one rule when she does your make it’s that you HAVE to be straddling her waist when she does it.

prison gf! ymir…who knows all your orders by heart (even your long ass starbucks order) and will order for you so that you don’t have to.

prison gf! ymir…who will side eye you and will order for you anyways if you say “oh im not hungry” while ordering take-out.

prison gf! ymir…who will smack tf out of your hand if you try taking her food with out asking first. somehow you still end up with half of it and she has a small scowl on her face but she still loves you.

prison gf! ymir… who REFUSES to let you smoke her product or get involved in her business no matter how many times you beg and plead.

prison gf! ymir…whos had a polaroid of you in her phone case.

prison gf! ymir…who makes fun of you for eating mint chocolate or cookie n’ cream (whichever you prefer) as if she dosen’t eat pistachio.

prison gf! ymir…who will knock your ice cream on the floor if you make fun of her for it. (don't worry she’ll buy you another.)

prison gf! ymir…who owns two cats with you and if your petting her cat ( you have a “child” and the other is hers) she will grab him and say “leave my son alone”.

prison gf! ymir… who knew you in hs and you were one of her dalma’s when she had her quince. You picked the dresses and if any one complains she would give them the nastiest stank eye.

prison gf! ymir…who was all giddy when she found out her contact name was “pretty girl🩷” with the contact photo of her in her quince dress.

prison gf! ymir…who has a pintrest board for you guys future wedding and has it privited so you don’t know.

prison gf! ymir…who follows you on pintrest and buys you stuff based off what you pin.

prison gf! ymir…who wears this cologne that makes you weak in the knees. before you guys moved in she would spray extra on so that your apartment still smelt like her after she left.

prison gf! ymir…who if she feels like it or is around when you get your nails done will get a matching set with you.

prison gf! ymir…who loves going to the beach with you.

prison gf! ymir…who will carry everything from the car with the maddest look on her face but you better not help cause she will tell you to “push off”. like damn my bad.

prison gf! ymir…who will be sitting there looking like a fucking guard dog if your tanning. let a volleyball accidentally lands near you. she ready to catch another felony.

prison gf! ymir…who will give the ball back, buck at ‘em, and will call them a “pussy” if they flinch.

prison gf! ymir…who is big australia hater

prison gf! ymir...who instigate fights at the waffle house.

prison gf! ymir…who is a big cory and berlezzy fan. like she ALWAYS quoting berlin.

prison gf! ymir…who, if your an artist, keeps every drawing that youve made of her.

prison gf! ymir…who will be all over you if you wear a skin revealing/ clinging outfit. no matter if you rarely wear stuff like that or most of the time. this is the main reason why you guys are late to parties sometimes. homegirl is struggling with her self control. most of the time she does a good job others? *evil laughter*.

prison gf! ymir…who loves spoiling you and got you a custom necklace that says your name and a pandora bracelet for your birthday. then got you a chrome hearts necklace for valentines day.

prison gf! ymir…who picks up everything you put down in the store and doesn't care about the price. if you worried about spending her money she’ll tell you it’s fine cause “your worth going broke for ma” with a kiss to seal the deal

prison gf! ymir…who will buy you anything the moment your eyes start tearing up and that little pout comes out. Then she will kiss that little pout away no matter how many it takes.

prison gf! ymir…who buys a strap in your favourtie color.

prison gf! ymir…who would apologize if you tell her its to much and then immediately slams her hips afterwards.

prison gf! ymir…who would kiss your tears away and say “aww don’t cry”.

prison gf! ymir…who whines and bucks her hips like a bitch in heat when you give her head.

prison gf! ymir…who grips your hair so hard she damn near rips it out. If you have a wig on don’t worry she’ll pay to get it reinstalled but damnit you just put it in. now you hairstylist is cussing you out.

prison gf! ymir...who is absolutely inlove with you.

♱ A/N. My favorite jailbird ❤️. Also THANK YOU @hotxcheeto FOR HELPING ME WITH SOME OF THESE. MWAH.

#𓆩♡𓆪lune show𓆩♡𓆪 #𓆩♡𓆪lune writes𓆩♡𓆪 #aot x black reader #black fem reader #black reader #aot imagines #ymir x black reader #ymir x reader #aot x reader #prison gf! ymir #she is so unserious yall

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rebouks · 8 months ago

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I'm gonna be the realest with you rn and say that I haven't read Somnium (yet?) and I'm just following FIB as you upload, so I caught myself wondering what Oscar's job is! I'm not completely clueless though: I checked some older posts and from what I saw, I assumed he's a hacker and worked for a criminal gang? But what about now? Just a freelancer? And what about Courtney? What does homegirl got going for her? Tbh I'd love to know the profession of all your sims! Pls don't mind my lazy ass :')

Haaah! I can't say I blame you tbh since it's quite an investment at this point (still worth it imo tho LOL) but yeah, it's hard to catch up sometimes skjkdj <- me currently tryna catch up on a bazillion stories omg

Let's cover as many as we can! lmk if I miss any tho 🙈

But yessss.. Oscar is a freelancer programmer at the moment! He's VERY good at it but moved away from his naughtiness on that front for the most part 🤭 it works really well for him since he's not too great with structure and can work from home! (his office still SUCKS tho ;-;)

Courtney - Stay at Home Mom! She used to work at a garden centre and she's had a million n' one jobs before that too, she doesn't know what she wants to do 🙃 she'll think abt it some more when the kiddos are all old enough for school tho probs...

Ivan - Mechanical Engineer - haven't thought abt this one too much, I imagine he works at some kinda factory looking after/fixing all the machines tho idk 🤔

Bruno - Landscape Gardener

Noah - Artist! He has his own gallery now too and he scouts/stocks other peoples work as well as his.

Aspen - Yoga Teacher - kinda casual tho since Noah makes enough for both of em n' then some.

Sidney - Retired A&E Doctor! Still works the odd shift to help out tho cos she can't help herself.

Alton - Retired Charity Worker (FOR THE TREEEES! 🌲)

Alma - Semi Retired Medium/Tarot Card Reader

Mack/Kobe - Mechanics (still own their lil garage in the Harbor)

Darien - Accountant (a very GOOD accountant & only slightly dodgy these days, plenty of legal ways around the law u kno 😉)

Wyatt - Unemployed! Man's got enough money to last several lifetimes but messes with a lot of stocks, he'll tell people he's an Investor)

Brynn - Stay at Home Mom! She's quite social tho, I can see her getting a job in a cafe or smth when the kids go to school just for fun)

Tilda - Seamstress! She works with a slightly eccentric woman in her shop in the Bay

Tristen - Pizza Boy/Lifeguard! He works with Kara in a cute lil takeaway in town at night, but by day he picks up shifts as a lifeguard on the beach, especially in spring/summer 🌊 He has his own place now!! 🏠👀

Mia - Paramedic! She works a LOT

Suzie - Dog Sitter/Groomer - she has her own grooming station in the garage/outhouse so basically works from home!

Miya - Mixologist!

Rhys - Photographer - he's mostly done weddings/events in the past but he's working toward doing more projects of his own since he has a studio now! 📸

Tommy - Psychiatrist (Still doing his residency tho)

#ranswers #ewwwww work #😆#fib extras #?#kinda #idk #all this kinda shit is usually in the background i suppose #good excuse to write it all down!!#<33

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years ago

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Hi bestie!

I’ve been dying to read a hotchniss honeymoon fic where they are in Greece or some island and it actually explores them on honeymoon and Hotch maybe simping for Em in her swimsuit or something and just them being all fluffy and totally domestic😫

I feel like you are one of the few writers that can actually do this suggestion justice!!

By the way, I absolutely love your fics. You got me hooked💞💞

Thank you so much bestie <3

This turned smutty....there is plenty of Aaron simping over his wife. But it's their honeymoon and the smut just kind of happened.

I hope you enjoy this!

-x-

Aphrodite

Now he was here, staring out of the large doors that led to one of the many balconies in the villa she’d booked them, he had to agree that she was right - this was the perfect place for them to have their honeymoon.

Words: 4.2k

Warnings: Smut - 18+ (this might actually be be smuttiest thing I have ever written)

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Santorini had been her idea.

Letting Emily choose the honeymoon had been his way of calming her down at the level of her mother’s involvement in their wedding. A balm to soothe her irritation. Something he could whisper in her ear about when he could practically see her considering matricide. It made sense to let her choose for multiple reasons, but mostly because she was significantly more well-travelled than him. He’d never left the USA apart from when he was working in Pakistan, so had very little to go on.

When she’d first told him about where she wanted to go, a small Greek island she’d never been to before, he’d been up for it. The idea of spending time with just her on a beach somewhere was enough to please him.

Then she’d told him it would be two flights. A ten-hour one to Athens, a four-hour layover, and then another hour's flight to the island. He’d been a little hesitant, not a fan of flying commercially at the best of times, but she’d talked him into it.

She’d always been able to convince him of just about anything when she was naked.

A part of him wonders just how much this cost her, but he knew he was better not knowing, well aware that she considered this her gift for them. As if she wasn’t enough of a gift to him herself.

He vaguely hears as Emily thanks the concierge for bringing their bags to the villa, a peaceful lilt to her voice he so rarely got to hear. Most of his attention is on the view in front of him, on the bright blue seas he’d only ever seen in photographs that clearly had not done it justice. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He hears the door to the villa close and he turns to look at his wife, smiling as she stretches her arms above her head, her linen shirt rising up a little to show a sliver of pale skin above the line of her yoga pants.

He looks back at the view from the balcony, the sky and the sea almost merging in front of him, only broken up by the town beneath them, and he smiles.

It was almost the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Emily approaches him from behind, her hand patting his stomach as she stands beside him. He wraps his arm around her and pulls her close, kissing the top of her head as she settles against him.

“Wasn’t this worth the two flights, Mr Grumpy?” She asks, tilting her head to look up at him, a wide smile spreading across her face.

“I wasn’t that bad,” he replies, and she chuckles, hooking her hand around the back of his neck to drag him into a kiss.

“I’m surprised the poor check-in agent in Athens didn’t turn to stone, honey,” she says, kissing him again. She pulls away and rests her head on his shoulder, looking at the view in front of them, “I’m glad we made it.”

He trails his hand up and down her side, his fingers finding their way under the hem of the linen shirt she’d travelled in, “I made it clear to everyone that unless the FBI is actively collapsing without us there they aren’t to contact us.”

Emily chuckles and turns her head to press a kiss to his clothed shoulder, “I don’t know what it says about me that I enjoy it when you threaten people for me,” she hears him take a breath, poised to respond with an answer she’s sure would rival some of their best profiles, and she reaches up and covers his mouth, “I don’t an answer thank you very much, let’s not pull at that thread,” she rolls her eyes when he kisses her palm, and she pulls her hand away, “Anyway, that isn’t what I meant,” she smiles shyly at him, biting the inside of her cheek, “I’m glad we made it.”

Aaron smiles at her as what she means sinks in, washing over him like warm air on a spring day, as if she was the sun shining on his face, the break of dawn after the longest night. They’d been through so much, together and apart, to make it this far. To be together and loved and happy in the way they’d both deserved but been kept from for so long. They’d found each other even hidden in plain sight and he liked to believe everything had led him to this, to her.

Against all odds, they’d made it.

“Me too, sweetheart,” he says, turning her in his embrace so they are facing each other, his hands firm on her back as he holds her close. He leans in for a kiss, something she gratefully returns, and he smiles when he eventually pulls back for air, “Come on,” he says, stamping another kiss against her lips and reaching for her hand, tangling their fingers together, “I seem to remember the brochure saying something about a jacuzzi tub.”

___

They spend the first couple of days getting used to the time difference. Hours spent in their own private pool or napping together, wrapped around each other with the windows thrown open as the sea air surrounds them. They video-call Jack to speak to him on the third day, the little boy thrilled to see them both even if it was just on Jessica’s laptop screen.

“I wish I was there,” Jack says, pouting ever so slightly, and Emily grasps her husband's hand, her thumb rubbing back and forth over the back of it, silently stopping any guilt in its tracks before it can bloom, “I bet the pool is so cool.”

Emily laughs, “It is very cool, sweetie,” she says, winking at the young boy over the screen, “I can’t stop your dad from dive-bombing into it.”

Jack joins in on her laughter, the mental image of him jumping into the pool like that as funny as it was ridiculous, and Aaron shakes his head.

“Daddy, you don’t have time to be dive-bomb into the pool,” Jack says, turning serious, a frown on his face that never failed to remind Emily of Aaron.

Emily and Aaron exchange a curious look before returning their attention to the laptop in front of them, “What do you mean, buddy?”

“Uncle Dave came over and helped me with some of my homework,” he says, speaking with such excitement his words start to trip over each other, “And he said you two will be busy making me a little brother or sister-” Aaron chokes on the sip of his beer that he’d just taken. Emily pats his back, covering her reaction with a cough, but Jack carries on as if he hasn’t noticed, “But I would prefer a sister if thats ok?”

Emily recovers first, her hand still rubbing circles on her husband's back, “We’ll keep that in mind, honey.”

Once the call has ended, the laptop shut, Aaron sinks back into the couch, his hand over his eyes as he sighs, “I am going to kill Dave.”

___

Emily had always been beautiful to him, even back when he was married to Haley. When he looked back on it now, Aaron knew that was likely what caused some of his hostility towards her. Fury that he could, and should, have directed inwards for being so captivated by Emily when his marriage was starting to crumble around her.

She’d always been beautiful to him, but seeing her here, free of the day-to-day pressures of their life and the awful things they saw in their work, her beauty was somehow enhanced.

They walk the streets of the local town, their fingers linked together as they wander through the markets and he lets her lead him everywhere. All he can think is how at home she looks. How she looks almost ethereal in her sundress with her hair thrown up in a bun out of the way. Her skin tanned and her freckles spread in places even he didn’t know she had them, a new thing for him to explore at any given hour when it was just the two of them in their clifftop villa.

It almost felt like he was seeing her in her natural habitat as if this was the life she was supposed to live. Unburdened by what life had thrown at her as she smiles at a local vendor and speaks in what Aaron knows she’d call ‘passable’ Greek.

She turns and smiles at him, her eyes sparkling as she shifts her sunglasses to rest on top of her head, and he knows there and then he’d give everything up just to see her smile like that all of the time.

___

“I can’t believe we have to go home tomorrow,” she laments, leaning against his chest as she looks out at the sunset from their balcony, the beauty of it all the more spectacular because of the privacy in their villa, making it feel as if the sun was putting on a show just for them. “I wish we could stay.”

Aaron catches her under her chin with a crooked finger and makes her look up at him, immediately catching her in a kiss, “Would you stay? If we could?”

She stares at him, smiling fondly as she stamps a kiss against his lips. She takes his glass of champagne from him and places it along with hers on the table next to them.

“It would be nice in theory,” she says, hooking both of her arms around his neck, trailing her fingers through his hair, “You, me and Jack living our lives somewhere like this every day,” she bites her lower lip, her eyes trailing over his face, mapping out everything she’d memorised so long ago, “But we’d get so bored honey.”

He laughs, the sound light and loud as it leaves him, her words as unexpected as they were true. He draws his hand down her spine, counting the notches as he goes, and he nods. “You’re right.”

“So bored,” she repeats, giggling in a way she’d later deny as she presses herself against him “I love our lives,” she looks around her eyes drifting to the sunset, the backdrop of the last week, “We both love our work and let's face it that team needs at least one of us around or they’d flounder.”

“I think Dave would have something to say about that,” he replies, removing a hand from her back to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, and he idly thinks about how he’ll miss the natural wave to it. The way the heat and the sea air had made her hair look over their time here, something she’d never let it do at home.

“Let him say it,” she quips, raising her eyebrow at him, “We should do this again though. Not a honeymoon obviously, but a vacation. You, me, Jack,” her cheeks ache as her smile gets impossibly wider, the happiness she felt still surprising to her sometimes, “Anyone else who might come along.” He kisses her because it’s all he can think of doing, his love for her so overwhelming that the mere thought of having a child with her was enough to make him burst. She chases his kiss as he pulls away, “Now, we’ve only got one night left,” she says in between kisses, her hands shifting to wrap around the lapels of his shirt, “We’d best make the most of it.”

She kisses him fiercely, her tongue swiping across his bottom lip. She tastes his groan as he opens his mouth, deepening their kiss as one of his hands drifts from her lower back to her ass, squeezing it and pushing her impossibly closer towards him, her hips against his. She moans as his fingers drift, dragging the light, billowing material of her dress across her.

He practically growls as he pulls away from the kiss, his breath ragged as he tries to fill his lungs, as he feels how wet she is even through her dress.

“No underwear?” He asks, his other hand trailing up to her shoulder, moving one of the thin straps of her dress down her arm, carrying on until he exposes one of her breasts, confirming that she was wearing nothing under her outfit.

“Didn’t seem necessary,” she huffs out, her breath catching in her throat as he leans in and kisses her collarbone, licking down her skin until he reaches her nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking in a way that has her grasping at the back of his head. Her fingers tight in his hair as she battles between holding him close and pulling him away, furious and slightly delirious that he was able to make her feel this way after so few touches.

“That was a fancy restaurant,” he comments, moving to her other shoulder and repeating the same action, following the soft material of her dress across her skin with his lips and teeth, leaving marks she’s grateful her work clothes will cover in the coming days. She hums in response, rolling her hips against him as he pulls her dress down to her waist, exposing her chest completely. He pulls back and grins at her, mischief and desire sparking in his eyes, “You’re naughty.”

She pulls him up to kiss her, groaning at the scratch of his shirt against her now sensitive nipples as he heaves her closer, and she bites his lip as she pulls back, “I can be very naughty if you want.”

He chuckles and wraps his hand around the back of her neck, kissing her softly, before he pulls back, “I’m not fucking you on this balcony, Em.”

She pouts, something she would later deny, but lets him lead her the few feet back towards their bedroom, “Why not,” she asks, leaning her head back against him as he crowds her from behind, his lips trailing down her neck, “If anyone was looking they just saw my boobs anyway-”

He cuts her off, turning her in his arms as soon as they are back in the master bedroom, pulling her tight against him, “Because one day, I’d quite like to bring you back here, and that means not getting banned from this island,” he kisses her in between his words, “And you’ve been sunbathing topless out there all week.”

She smirks at him, reaching for the zip of her dress and pulling it down, letting the material fall down to her feet, “To avoid tan lines.”

He looks her up and down, his eyes lingering on the paler patches of skin across her hip bones, before he looks back at her face, “Not all the tan lines.”

Before she can respond he’s on her, gathering her up against a nearby wall. He lifts her up just high enough that he can put his thigh between hers, her toes skimming the ground as her weight presses her into him, the roughness of his jeans and the tensing of his firm muscle beneath giving her the friction she’d been after. In any other situation, she’s sure she’d be embarrassed at the almost guttural groan that leaves her, but it had been like this all week. They had always been desperate for each other, prone to ripping clothes and fucking before they were fully naked, but their honeymoon seemed to have taken it to new heights.

He smiles at her, pushing his leg further into her, making her gasp out his name, and pride flushes in his chest that this woman, this beautiful woman, was all his.

“Look at you,” he says, trailing his fingers the valley in between her breasts, and across the scars just beneath her ribcage, “So pretty.”

“Fuck,” she chokes out, her hands grasping at his shirt as she rolls her hips over his jeans, “Please, Aaron.”

He smiles once more before he removes his leg from between hers, and her cheeks burn as she sees the wet patch on his jeans, but she has no time to think about it any further because he suddenly has his thumb on her clit, rubbing rough circles as she has no choice but to cling to him, worried she’d fall if she didn’t. He pushes two fingers inside of her, the pace he sets unrelenting as he curls them just right, making her gasp against his skin, her face buried in his neck.

It’s an assault on her senses, every nerve set on fire as he whispers praise against her temple, tells her how good she feels, how lucky he is to have her. She finally tips over the edge as he palms one of her breasts, rolling her nipple between his fingers in tandem with his other hand on her clit and inside of her. It rocks through her, and she knows she would have lost her footing if he wasn’t holding her up, his hand almost slipping from her waist as he moves it to catch her, his fingers dripping with her.

She reaches for his face with a shaky hand, pulling him in for a kiss that is somehow both soft and desperate, and she laughs as she comes back down, her body pleasantly buzzing.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” He asks as he pulls back, pushing some hair that had fallen into her face out of her vision, and she nods, capturing his lips in another kiss before she looks at him.

“I am more than ok,” she stands up straight and presses her hands onto his shoulders, pushing him towards the bed across the room, “Your turn.”

He kicks off his shoes as he goes, and is unbuttoning his shirt by the time he sits on the bed, disposing of it next to him as soon as it’s off. Emily follows him, only a few paces behind, and she kneels on the floor in front of him, a familiar glint in her eyes as she leans in to kiss him, only doing so briefly before she kisses down his throat and chest, paying special attention to the thickest of his scars as she goes. When she gets to his belt she winks up at him, undoing it and his jeans in almost record time. He shifts his hips just enough to help her pull his jeans and boxers down, kicking them off when she pulls them down to his ankles.

Aaron groans as she grasps him, pumping him up and down, and he leans back, his palms against the soft bedspread. He thrusts almost involuntarily as he feels her mouth close around him, his self-control waning as she bobs up and down, taking him deeper into her throat. He grasps at the sheet beneath him, sure he would rip it if he held it any tighter, and he didn’t want to have to explain another ruined bedspread to the housekeeping staff.

“Fuck, Em, you’re so good at that,” he says, the words almost punched out.

She looks up at him and she groans at the sight of him, the way she could reduce him to this, and she hears him moan again, the vibration around him only heightening the pleasure. She pulls away to heave in a breath, and is about to carry on when he stops her, a hand on the back of her neck as he encourages her upwards, tugging her to straddle his lap.

“Aaron-”

“Later,” he promises, kissing her and tasting himself on her tongue, “Later, but right now I want you.”

He flips them over, pressing her into the mattress as he works his way down her body again, making her shiver as every nerve is pushed to its limit. He presses his lips against her hip bone, tasting the salt on her skin from her sweat. He runs his thumb over the stark line caused by her bikini, stroking her pale skin that hadn’t been touched by the sun, a piece of her that was just for him.

Emily throws her head back, clenching her thighs together for some friction as he continues to tease her, the sensation of his calluses against her skin enough to set her on edge, “Aaron,” she breathes out, grateful when he doesn’t tease any further, a hand on each thigh as he pushes them wide apart.

His eyes linger on bruises he’d left in the last few days, gently kissing a couple of them before he presses his tongue to her clit, making her entire body jolt.

“Shit,” she exclaims, a light sparking in her belly as she thrusts against his face. He does it a few more times, drawing her nearer and nearer the edge, and then she stops him, her fingers tugging at his hair to draw him upwards, and she smiles at the confused look on his face, “Later,” she says, pulling him in for a kiss, “Right now I want you.”

He grasps her waist when she uses his own words against him and he smiles, nipping at her neck as he positions himself over her. He links one hand with hers next to her head and uses the other to heave one of her thighs over his hip. Both of them groan as he notches over her and he presses his forehead against hers, murmuring words of nonsense she feels more than hears.

She reaches between them and guides him into her, gasping at the familiar stretch. She moves her hand to grasp at his back, her nails scratching at his skin.

He fucks into her slowly at first, taking his time to build her up, giving her no choice but to feel every inch of him.

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” he rasps out, groaning as she clenches around him, “So fucking good.”

She wraps her leg tighter around him, her heel digging into his lower back, a wordless attempt to try and make him move faster, deeper. She moans, the breath stolen from her with every thrust. It had always been like this. Overwhelming in the best way, her entire body and mind at his mercy. She knew it was the same for him, that she had complete control over him too. It was give and take, just like every aspect of their relationship had always been.

“Aaron.”

He knows what she wants with just the simple use of his name and the way she gets impossibly tighter around him. He increases his pace, setting a punishing rhythm that makes her grasp onto him even tighter, her nails breaking the skin on his back.

It starts in her belly, a fire that had never entirely gone out spreading from there outwards, every nerve ending in her body tingling.

“Close,” she gasps, and she knows he is too, his rhythm getting faster. He lets go of her thigh and reaches between them, rubbing at her clit, “Fuck.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” he grunts, burying his face in her neck, “Come for me.”

She lets go, taking him over the edge with her, his hips stuttering as he comes deep inside her, his teeth biting into her neck as he does, leaving a mark he knows she’ll tell him off for in the morning. They lay there for a moment, catching their breath before he shifts to look at her, a smile on his face as he leans in for a kiss. She smiles into it, a breathless laugh escaping as she lets her leg fall to the bed.

“I’ve got to say,” she says, her voice raspy, “I’ll miss the honeymoon sex.”

He laughs, kissing her nose and then her cheek, “We have amazing sex no matter where we are, sweetheart.” She smiles at him, her eyes full of love as she looks up at him, and a spark in her eyes he can’t quite place. “What?”

“Nothing,” she says, pressing her finger into the bridge of his nose, smiling as she does so, “You have a bit of sunburn, that’s all. At least the others will know we left the room occasionally.”

Aaron smiles and kisses her once more before he rolls off her, taking her with him and gathering her against him, “What time is the flight tomorrow?”

She grumbles as she rests her head on his chest, “10 am,” she mutters looking at the clock on the nightstand, “It’s only just before 10 pm now.” She squeals as he moves them again, sitting up and taking him with her, his arms tight around her back.

“So, what you’re saying is,” he says, leaning in to kiss her neck, soothing a bite mark he’d left behind, “We have time on our hands.”

She giggles, the sound turning into a groan as his hands start to wander again, smoothing over sensitive skin. She pulls back to look at him and pushes his hair back, her smile brighter than the sunset they’d missed most of.

“All the time in the world,” she replies, leaning in to kiss him as the rest of the world apart from the two of them disappears.

-x-

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sweetbuckybarnes · 6 months ago

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Lover

Pairings: Colin Bridgerton + Penelope Featherington

Summary: As the season of 1817 rolls around, Colin and Penelope get to enjoy the ton as a married couple - Lord and Lady Whistledown.

Masterlist | Albums | Lover Album

We could leave the Christmas lights up ‘til January, and this is our place, we make the rules.

Colin never expected Penelope, his younger sister’s best friend, to make such an impact on his life as she did.

Since Eloise had met the youngest Featherington, the two were attached at the hip. You could never find one without the other. Wherever he looked, there was his sister and her best friend out of the corner of his eye.

Then Penelope made her debut, and Eloise was able to put hers off by a year. During her first year, Colin found just how witty and smart she is (whilst also courting her cousin… he would gladly wipe those moments from his memory).

But then he came back from Greece, and not a single letter in reply from Penelope (which was unlike her), he wanted to kick the drunk version of himself, for saying what he did. Why did he have the help her get a husband and then watch her flirt with Dankworth?

Then the carriage happened. Thank God, for the carriage! She was then finally his.

Take me out and take me home. You’re my, my, my, my lover

Their first year of marriage was as smooth sailing as any other. They were married within two weeks of the end of the season, just a week before Francesca’s wedding (Violet felt like a very proud mama, having married off two of her children in one year).

In one of the many, many letters Colin had sent to his future wife - he had promised to hopefully one day show her the beaches of Greece or the vineyards of Spain.

They stayed in their new home in Bloomsbury, hiding away from the ton and enjoying the newly married life.

Then, as promised, he took her to see the beaches of Greece. Which was where she told him, she believed she was expecting their first child together.

That was until her courses arrived the following week.

And I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you. I’ve loved you three summers now, honey, but I want ‘em all!

By the time they arrived back in England, just in time for the new season to kick off.

“Colin, we must make haste!” Penelope called over her shoulder to her husband as she slipped her shoes back on.

“Do we have to, Pen? Can we not just spend the rest of the day in bed?” He asked, watching as a pink flush rose on his wife’s cheeks (oh, good he could still make her blush).

She sighs, looking in the mirror to sort out the front of her dress. “No, I will not fall on the bad side of your mama and Lady Danbury. Besides, I thought you wanted to help out with Whistledown this season.”

Little did they know, this would be the last season Penelope would write as Lady Whistledown, having promised upon the arrival of their first child - she would cease writing at the end of that season.

Colin got up from their marital bed, practically fully dressed save for his cravat which was untied and hanging around his neck. “You shall have to stop looking at me like this, or else we’ll never leave.”

“Stop it,” she replied with a smile, reaching up to tie his cravat.

“I cannot help it, my wife is a goddess and she must know it!”

“Your wife must be a very lucky woman.”

“I am the lucky one, how I was somehow able to persuade her to marry me, I am the luckiest man in the whole of England. No, the world.”

Penelope had finished his cravat and rested her hands on his chest. “Then I must be the luckiest woman alive to have won the heart of the charming Bridgerton son.”

Colin’s nose twitched at her words - he hated it when she called him ’charming’.

All’s well that ends well to end up with you! Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.

Colin and Penelope arrived at the palace in the nick of time. He scrambled out of the carriage first, helping his wife down and then hurried along the many corridors to where the debutantes would be arriving.

They slowed down when they spotted the door, giving themselves enough time to catch their breath and make a dignified entrance.

“Where have you two been?” Anthony demanded once the couple joined the family.

“What on earth are you talking about, brother? We’ve been here the whole time, haven’t we, darling?” Colin looked down at his wife, who looked back up at him with her beautiful eyes.

“Indeed.”

Anthony didn’t say anything in reply, only scrunching his face further. “But I’m sure Mother would be delighted to know the reason as to why you nearly missed Hyacinth's debut?”

“Hush, brother.”

Penelope giggled at his side, of course as Lady Whistledown - she knew exactly what he meant.

Oh, you’re my, my, my, my. Darling, you’re my, my, my, my lover.

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mars101 · 11 months ago

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Act 5: -> Scene 3: Kim Younghoon

WRITTEN PART -> (1.2k) -> no ss after text

june 1st, 2002

hi travel diary i have one word to say as i start this..

wow.

STARTING THIS TRIP OFF WITH A BANG!!!

not literally sadly but idk maybe we'll get there.. :)

anyways so, there was this guy i saw at the airport and… how can someone look this good?? i swear, it was like i was looking at a statue. i think that i literally did stare at him like he was one..

he did look back at me and i winked at him, i wish i had a picture of his cute blush that he got after i winked. he sent me back a small wave and didnt look at me after it though :((

we are going on the same flight so hopefully i’ll bump into him eventually..

July 16th, One day before Yin's Wedding.

After sailing the boat for a while, Juyeon told Yin to stop by the shore near the back of the island. He told her that the four of them were going to have a small picnic.

Juyeon was releasing the anchor, Hyunjae was gathering what they brought, and.. Younghoon was still napping… Yin was lucky enough to lose rock paper scissors and be the one to wake him up.

“younghoon..? we're going to leave the boat now”

“Huh? Oh this wasn't a dream..” Younghoon sighs as he sits up and rubs his eyes slightly. With a tired smile he stands up and looks around, “Oh Yin, where's Juyeon and Hyunjae?”

“already off the boat, come on let's go! you also have to tell me how you met my mom”

“Oh do I?” Younghoon raises an eyebrow as the two of them walk over to get off the boat. “i've already asked hyunjae and juyeon, now i need to hear your story”

As the two meet up with Juyeon and Hyunjae on the beach, they find a spot on a hill with a flat area. Younghoon immediately going to lean on the tree that shades the area.

“Did Yin really ask you guys on how you met Y/n too?”

The other two men looked at each other before nodding, “I mean yeah, it's been years since I talked about y/n so why not” Hyunjae leans forward torwards Younghoon as he talks, “Are we going to get a live retelling on how you met Y/n??”

“Uhm…”

july 15th, 2002

no way…..

TRAVEL DIARY! DO YOU REMEMBER THAT EXTRA HANDSOME BOY AT THE AIRPORT???

WELL HES HERE!!!! i did not know that my luck would be this good during this trip. three men. call me what you want but i am living the dream right now

also.. you know what they say, the third time's the charm ;) ok but in terms of when i saw them would that mean juyeon’s the third man or if i actually talk to them. and i will talk to the cutie by the way, just want to make it clear that this time i will make a move on him.

i am actually a bit nervous this time it is so weird, ew usually im not so hesitant like this i should just do what y/n does and be y/n

(oh god he has me talking in third person)

good luck y/n you got this!!

July 16th, One day before Yin's Wedding.

“Fine. But I'm not telling details-”

“what?!? but they're the best part. at least leave some details in. like what my mom was wearing, how pretty you thought she was, when did you two-”

Younghoon waves his hand around at Yin. Juyeon and Hyunjae are already starting to eat while waiting for the story.

“Alright alright, I'll leave some details in, I guess.. and don't expect much. I'm not a storyteller”

“You will be” Juyeon said before shoving a spoonful of food in his mouth.

“okayyy come on, come on, let's hear it!” yin exclaimed as she got ready to listen intently to younghoon.

“Calm down, Yin. I'll get to it. I think I'll need to give some background first. It was around twenty years ago, and I was on vacation with my parents and their best friends, plus their kids too. I first saw Y/n at the airport, I think?”

“wait does that mean you were the first one?”

“First one to talk to her.. no. but yes first one to see her”

Hyunjae gulps down his food loudly, “I think I was the first one to talk to your mom. Early June was when I met her”

“July 6th for me.”

“Uhm yesterday day, July 15th..”

“happy anniversary!!” the three men all looked at yin with different emotions on their face. “okay sorry wrong joke my bad. you can continue with your story now” yin takes a sip of her water to ignore the stares.

“Alright uh, so yeah, I didn't notice Y/n at first because I was making sure I had everything. But when I did look up and made eye contact with her, I had gotten so shy. I think I had a small blush on my face” Younghoon covers his face in slight embarrassment at the way the three others are listening to him.

“Now, it's a month later, and my parents just told me I'm going to marry a childhood friend and so-”

“Woah woah woah, you're going to just skip over that?? What do you- How did- WHAT”

Juyeon's jaw dropped as he put down his plate for dramatics and put his hands out, reaching for the air.

“Oh right uh, at a dinner with my family and her's, our parents said that.. we were going to get married in a month…”

“What.”

“The.”

“flip.”

“Yeah… my exact reaction, well almost. I was the only one who didn't know, so I ran away. Sneaked on a boat and ended up here on this island. Met Y/n at the hotel from earlier, and she clinged onto me, and we went out danced on the beach, kissed on the beach, and… dot dot dot.”

yin tilted her head in confusion and looked at the other two men who were nodding their heads with a slight smile, “dot dot dot? what does that mean?”

Hyunjae and Juyeon put their hands out for a high five to Younghoon while he replied to Yin, “It's something from our time, I'm not sure if you know about it.”

“but you're saying dot dot dot, how can i not know when it's just dots?”

The three of them start to stand up and stretch as they jokingly ignore Yin, “Alright let's pack up” Juyeon looks at a nonexistent watch on his wrist, “Oh yeah look at the time Yin, your wedding is tomorrow remember!”

“wait but-”

july 17th, 2002

what a night.

younghoon is such a dream. literally. men like him are only seen in my dreams, big sighs ahhhh.

with him, i feel like nothing can go wrong.

like first of all, he's so respectful, offered to pay when yin could literally give it to us for free, always asked me first, and has a fiance.

he's getting married.

younghoon is getting married and not to me.

y/n.. you are so stupid. there always has to be something going wrong in the end, right? just why..?

synopsis = a day before her wedding day, Yin decides to find her father so he can walk her down the isle, the problem? There's three candidates: Lee Juyeon, Kim Younghoon, and Lee Hyunjae.

last/next

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somerandomjewelleryonthefloor · 2 months ago

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Pre-Relationship 3, General 2, Love 1, Domestic Life 2

For both SolChael and CalRin

Both? You want a double 4 course meal? Of course bestie *gives you this on a silver platter*

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{Solchael - 1st four course}

❝who felt romantic feelings first?❞

Hard to say. They both were frenemies at the start, chill but not chill. They slowly started falling and both felt romantic feelings at the same time when they started having intense staring 'contests'

★

❝did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?❞

Their official first date was honestly just having a fun time around time. They went to thrift stores, got a hotdog & milkshake each, walked around town, and sat down by a bench near the beachside of Cedar Cove and watched the sun go down.

★

❝who said "I love you" first and what was the situation?❞

Well if we're going by canon book choices, Michael said it first at Prom.

If we're going by ME- then it was Michael and he said it when he was sleeping and cuddling with Solrin at his house, while a thunderstorm was raging on. He had his headphones blasting music as Solrin slept soundly with the sound of the rain outside. He was looking at her and tucked some hair behind her ear, and then he said "I love you". She didn't hear it, but it was the first ever ILY in the entire relationship up until they point.

★

❝if they get married, who proposes, and how do they do that? Would they change surnames?❞

Michael proposed, by asking her in her car. They both mutually agreed that they'd have a basic elope via paper and no wedding, so he didn't exactly get her much besides a strawberry ring-pop (since she said once she didn't want a really big surprise ring, and that she'd accept anything).

They don't change Surnames, they just combine em. "Jaella-Harrison".

*.·:·.✧ ✦*ੈ✩‧₊˚*+:｡.｡✧˚ · ..ೃ࿐*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

{Calrin - 2nd four course}

❝who felt romantic feelings first?❞

Even though PB choices frames it as Caleb gets feelings later on while we can get them first, I think that Caleb got them first. It was during the time where he was tasked with finding out who fucked up Ollie the Tiger and who the gang was gonna gang-JUMP and he was at the diner waiting for Maria to come back when Wes was taking a long time to get his ass there. Caleb & Sol were talking and at one specific moment when they were looking each other in the eyes, that little spark finally hit him and he felt something (love. It's love guys. I think it was love guys-)

★

❝did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?❞

Their first date was at his house, and Solrin was playing around with her makeup and was sitting on his lap and closely glamming his face up with the new eyeshadow kit & eyeliner kits she got. It was a silly fun day.

★

❝who said "I love you" first and what was the situation??❞

If we're going by the 'CaNOn", he said ILY at prom

If it's by ME- They were driving in Solrin's car around town, going all around town and having fun. And as she was stopped at a red light and turned off the songs that were blasting from the radio, Caleb just said it. He said ILY, Solrin almost choked on her drink, and then she leaned over and gave the golden boy a kiss on the cheek and smearing it as she smiled. "I can't say it back yet, but... Thanks..." ← Solrin's response

★

❝if they get married, who proposes, and how do they do that? Would they change surnames?❞

Caleb proposed at his house on the little area at the back that had the beach and everything, with a thrifted antique ring he got. He tried to make it a bit casual since he knew Solrin didn't like grand proposals as they intimidated her, but he was already on 1 knee with a $86,500 ring that looked like this-

So... I mean his awkwardness then worked because she said yes. But they agreed to have a small wedding since Caleb wanted a cute wedding for them. Only invited Caleb's immediate family, some of their Highschool friends + Sol's dad, and they had gelato instead of cake!

They didn't change surnames, combined em. "Jaella-Mitchell"

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–– (madelyn cline, twenty-four, she/her, cis-female) introducing EMMA VANITY, a PUREBLOOD former SLYTHERIN. friends say they can be ELOQUENT and INDEPENDENT, but also SELF-CENTERED and CATTY. after the war they got a job working as a REGULATIONS ANALYST FOR THE DEPARTMENT OF MAGICAL GAMES AND SPORTS, and it seems to fit them. rumor has it they were on NEUTRAL’s side during the war, but who knows if that’s true or not.

the basics ;;

Full Name: Emma Valarié Vanity Nickname: Em is acceptable to close friends, though her name is certainly short enough. Age: 24 Birthday: June 28th Gender & Pronouns: Cis female & she/her Blood Status: Pureblood Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Relationship Status: Single Affiliation in the War: Neutral/slight obligation to Death Eater leaning Occupation: Regulations Analyst for the Department of Magical Games and Sports Languages spoken: English, Spanish, Italian, French, and some German Personality type: ENTJ

personality ;;

Likes: France, thunderstorms, Quidditch, fuzzy socks on cold nights, champagne, being right, light green, soft music playing while in a bath, cats, her job, spicy food, her family, high heels, and laying out on the beach on hot summer days. Dislikes: Tardiness, ballroom dancing, anyone who undermines or discredits her, long lines, the smell of vanilla, rock music, two-faced people, cold weather, inexpensive sheets, and being interrupted. Fears: Honestly? Getting pregnant, and the Appleby Arrows losing. She very much would love to have kids at some point, but currently views having children as being the end of her life being hers. Strengths: Cunning, eloquent, independent, realistic, and curious. Weaknesses: Self-centered, cold, catty, stubborn, and vain.

appearance ;;

Height: 5′4′’ Eye Color: Light brown Hair Color: Blonde Hair Style: Her hair has a natural messy wave to it, though Emma usually has her hair straight, or in more defined curls hanging down her back. She also tends to love putting her hair in intricate braids and updos, but you know the young witch is having a bad day if she throws her hair up in a messy bun and calls it good. Scars/Distinguishing Features: Several scars over various parts of her body from many years of Quidditch. Most of them are small and couldn’t be seen unless one was looking. Clothing Style: Lace, bold colors, high heels. She very much likes to look well dressed 100% of the time, unless she’s home.

wizarding world information ;;

Previous School/House: Slytherin Extracurriculars at School: Slug club and Quidditch Beater and Captain Wand Type: Vine, Unicorn hair, 11.5 inches long, and rigid Patronus: If she could cast a patronus it would be a white peacock. Boggart: Emma would see herself on her knees, wearing a wedding dress and in shackles unable to move. There is the cry of a baby somewhere in the background, and no matter how much she screams no sound escapes. Amortentia: Lemon dessert, the grass just after it rained, fresh linens, salt water, and lavender. Mirror of Erised: Emma would see herself as the head of her department.

other information ;;

- Early on Emma learned fairy tales weren’t only made of dreams, but nightmares as well. Though her childhood was filled with expensive lace dresses, dolls brought from far away travels, and tea out on the hill that looked out over the gardens, the young Vanity quickly learned it was to distract her from other things her family her did which they didn’t want her to see. She was exceptionally good at turning a blind eye when she wanted to, but the girl was born with a curious mind. - Hogwarts was really where the young girl flourished. She had her friends that were approved by her family--- mostly members of The Sacred Twenty-Eight, but she was also good at keeping a secret. Emma could never wrap her head around hating someone due to their blood status. Sure, she didn’t openly share that, but the thought always nagged at the back of her mind, ever since she was a kid. She also had a fair share of friends she admired, but couldn’t exactly invite home for the holidays. - After many pushes towards a betrothal, Emma still didn’t have one by the time she graduated. It was her one bargaining chip after all--- she wasn’t going to throw it away without getting something in return. Her passion was to get a job out of school, even if she didn’t need the money; she did well in her studies, and had no desire to be a socialite and sit at home with kids in her early twenties. Many talent scouts had been after her for certain teams, and Emma did tryout to play Quidditch professionally. Every team she tried out for accepted her, but in the end she turned them all down. Though the young Vanity loved nothing more than to play the game, she believed she could help make it better. After weeks of contemplating, she finally accepted her position at the Ministry in the Department of Magical Games and Sports. - Sometimes people wonder why Emma is so competitive when it comes to everything and everyone around her--- as if she doesn’t wake up every morning before her already early job, to run laps in her neighborhood. She competes with herself first thing in the morning every day to be better than she was the day before. While striving to be better may usually be a positive thing, Emma certainly takes it up a notch.

#;;intro

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plantdad-dante · 1 year ago

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Book #91 - Queen Of Air And Darkness by Cassandra Clare

(I truly intended to leave it alone for a while. I did. But then my mum did Spring Cleaning and found a Complete Collection of Sherlock Holmes, and just like. handed it to me. And like, now it's sitting on my shelf and... yeah. well. I needed to know what happened to Ty. Okay? So. Here we are.) Gonna list the positive shit first so people can stop reading halfway through. I still love Ty (and Kit). His subplot was the one that actually got to me sometimes (especially the lake. wtf, how dare u). I'm seething at that ending, and that I will have to wait three ages to read from them again, but it still stands out as the best. (also, something that occured to me during that beach party... Herondales can see ghosts, yeah? Does that mean Jace could see Livvy? Technically? Is that something Livvy's ghost (and Ty) need to account for from now on? That there is this one random person who could blow their secret wide open?) Mark, Christina and Kieran are cute. That's it. Like 'em. They're sweet and adorable. It makes me happy that Diana is happy. And yeeeeeah, the Malec wedding made me feel fuzzy inside. Fine. I'm not immune. ... That's it, rest is exhaustion. If I had to describe The Dark Artifices in one word, I would probably go with bloated. Reading it feels like reading something incredibly drawn out, but it isn't really. It's just hellishly long, because there is just too. much. stuff. in it. Cut a character or two. Cut a needlessly descriptive paragraph in half. Or just cut all of it. Cut the fucking 120 pages trip to an alternate universe that only focusses on the two characters that annoy me most and that doesn't even utilize their full angst potential. (which also reminds me - am I the only one severly disappointed by the lack of wrap-up for the curse?? you can't just promise me interesting lore and then land on "and then everything worked out fine The End", ffs) There are 100 pages of fluff wrap-up. My brain has melted. On the other hand... It was quite funny how the book still expected me to pay attention to all the other plots going on while there were Shadowhunter Nazis actively taking over their fucking gouvernment. Like. Priorities? Never heard of her. Maybe the curse could still have held some of my attention, if I didn't find E and J so annoying, but alas... I wasn't even invested in their plot and I was still let down. In summary: I have learned I deserve better. I deserve to not touch another Shadowhunters book for a really really long time.

#statistically I will see y'all in 30 books #queen of air and darkness #the dark artifices #cassandra clare

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rosenallies · 1 year ago

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Lil prompt of Jasper telling his family that he’s getting married pls 🥺

“Hi boys!” Synthia greeted cheerfully as she opened the front door for her son and his boyfriend, standing on her tip toes to kiss them both on the cheek. “Gi, Kenny, the boys are here! Come on in, Nonny made breakfast.”

Jasper and his partner, Ezra, were ushered into the kitchen, the warm smell of cinnamon consuming their senses.

“Hi mama, hi nonny,” Jasper greeted, kissing his other two parents on the cheek.

Kendall wrapped him up in a hug, pulling Ezra in as well. “So, we hear you have some news for us?”

“Well, we’d like to wait until everyone’s sitting. I wish Em could be here though.”

Gia hummed. “We all do. We’ve all been itching to see the baby again.”

“I called her last night and she said I could FaceTime her while I tell you guys so she can hear too. Ezra brought his iPad so we can all see her.”

“What a sweet thing to do,” Synthia cooed, “you picked a good one, Jas.”

Ezra chuckled to himself, looking up at Jasper with stars in his eyes. “So did I.”

The boys helped set the table and soon enough, they were all sitting around the table, Jasper squeezing Ezra’s hand underneath the table.

“Let me just call Em and then we can get to it,” Jasper said, swallowing his nerves. He wasn’t sure why he was nervous, his family had adored Ezra from the second he brought him home and he knew they would support him in every step of their relationship.

He quickly dialed Emerald in, a wave of comfort washed over him as his sister and her newborn son appeared on the screen, the baby babbling happily at her mother.

“Hi Jas! Hi Ezra! Hi everyone else!”

Everyone passed the iPad around to say hello, Synthia, Gia, and Kendall all cooing at their granddaughter. Once it went around, Jasper set it back in front of him, taking a deep breath and smiling warmly at Ezra.

“The news, Jas, the news,” Em encouraged, sensing her brother’s nerves even through the screen.

“So, a couple days ago was mine and Ezra’s 5 year anniversary and well, he proposed, and-and I said yes.”

Jasper held a breath in, waiting for his family’s reaction. Synthia was the first to react, a deep sob leaving her lips as she got up and hugged the two boys.

“My baby is getting married,” she cried, “I’m so happy for you both!”

Emerald was next, claiming that she knew it, as soon as Jasper told her that he had an announcement to make, she guessed there were wedding bells in the future.

“Congratulations, I’m very excited for you both,” Gia said sincerely, squeezing both of their hands.

Kendall was the only one who hadn’t said anything yet, tears in her eyes as she looked at her son and the boy who became like a son to her.

“Mama?”

“I don’t even know what to say,” Kendall said softly, “my baby is getting married. Both of my babies are gonna be married soon!”

She reached across the table and took Jasper’s hands, rubbing the backs of them softly like she used to do when he was small. “I’m so proud of you. You two make such a lovely little family and I’m so happy you’ve found each other. Ezra, you make my son so happy and I’m so grateful for that.”

Ezra smiled softly, blushing as he glanced at Jasper. “He’s my everything.”

“I love you,” Jasper replied, lacing their fingers together. He stared in his eyes for a moment before Synthia clapped her hands together.

“So we need to start wedding planning, right? What are we thinking? A spring wedding like Em’s? That was so nice, or maybe a summer wedding on the beach or -oh! How about a-“

“Mommy,” Jasper giggled, “we just got engaged! We haven’t decided any of that yet, but I promise all of you will be a part of it. Which reminds me, Em I wanted to ask you if you would be in the wedding party as my main groom’s maid? It would mean a lot. I know it might be a lot to ask with the baby and all-

Emerald waved him off with a laugh. “It’s not too much at all, I would be utterly offended if you asked anyone else!”

#teacher au #prompt request

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werewolfbansheelove · 9 months ago

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Mash Up (Football + Will Sets)

Emma and Ken approach Will in the teachers' lounge.

Will: Hey, guys.

Ken: We need to talk.

Will: Okay.

Ken: As you know, even though she refuses to wear the ring and won’t tell anyone including her mother... about the engagement, Emma and I are, in fact, getting married.

Emma: Yes. Ken convinced me we need to at least be in the same room when the marriage is certified.

Ken: What can I say? I’m a traditionalist. We’re going to Hawaii and getting married on the beach.

Will: And you want me to come?

Emma: No, no, no, no. I picked Hawaii, because it’s far away from everybody we know.

Will realized. Will: Oh.

Emma: Uh, the thing is-is that after a very brief, private ceremony Ken has decided he would like to have a first dance.

Ken: The problem is, we can’t decide on the song.

Emma: Yes. I would like to have “I Could’ve Danced All Night”.

Will: Oh, from My Fair Lady. (Emma smiles) Great choice. Such a romantic song.

Emma: Yes.

Ken: Yeah, if you’re making a mixed tape for the boring parade. I want the “Thong Song”. (Will was stunned) I need something I can shake my moneymaker to.

Emma: Um. Uh, I was remembering, um, that you did those, uh mash-up things with the Glee kids, right? (Will: Uh-huh.) So I thought maybe you could find a way to use both of our songs. Um, and I... well, we both need/want/need dance lessons.

Ken: Yeah, l-l...I mean, I might need a bit of polishing but it's the Emster here you really have to work with. Had a monster case of athlete's foot a couple years back. Had to get all my toenails removed. So if she steps on my feet during the dance, I might pass out.

Emma: We would, uh, be very happy to pay you for your time, Will.

Will: No. No, I want to give you these lessons as a wedding gift. Sound good?

Emma + Ken: Hmm!

——–

Finn and Quinn visit Emma and ask her for advice.

Emma: So, how can I, uh... how can I help you kids? Is it, uh, too many friends on MySpace, or...

Quinn: I can’t believe we’re saying this but we need some advice on how to be cool.

Finn: Yeah, you must have picked up some ideas about what cool people do from watching them over the years. (Noticing the look from Emma) Not that you were never cool yourself.

Emma: Yeah... Eh... Well, um.. But, um, you’re two of the most popular kids in school.

Quinn: We were until we joined Glee Club. That’s why he got a Slushee facial. I’m sure of it.

Emma: Okay. I see. Um, don’t really have any pamphlets on how to be popular. Uh, okay, right. Well, let’s talk about this. Why is it so important for you to be cool? Huh? Don’t you like being in Glee? It’s fun.

Quinn: Status is like currency. When your bank account is full you can get away with doing just about anything. But right now, we’re like toxic assets. When my mom applied to college she put being popular as her main extracurricular activity. And she got into Arizona State.

But while Quinn was talking, Emma, however, gets distracted by Will passing by wearing sunglasses.

Emma (whispering): Sunglasses are so sexy. (Then out loud) Sunglasses. Yeah, sunglasses are, um, really, really cool. I’m always seeing celebrities wear them in magazines, even at night. Doesn’t need to be day. Very popular. Gives you a sense of mystery. You know rappers.

Finn (smiling big): Totally. You can’t see their eyes, so they have all the power. (Emma: Mmm!) I could be looking at your boobs, and you’d have no idea.

That earned him a hit from Quinn on his arm.

Emma: No. Um, no. Kids, look. The most important thing is that you be yourselves. Okay, and if people don’t like you for that, then I’m sorry, but who needs 'em.

——–

Emma visits Will after school in one of the classroom in a wedding dress with puffy shoulders and a long train.

Will: Hi.

Emma: Hi. Hmm. This is my Cousin Betty's. We were obsessed with Princess Di's dress when we were little girls so, um, when she got married she insisted on having this, uh this long train.

Which it definitely was a long train.

Will: Is there a reason you... have it on now?

Emma: Yes, yes.

Will: Okay. He waited for the explanation.

Emma: Yeah. Um, she didn’t wear it to her dance rehearsals and the night of the wedding her husband kept stepping on the train. It was really bad. Their fight was epic. (Will: Ooh.) The priest cried. They were divorced three months later. Actually, maybe I shouldn’t wear it.

Emma went to leave but Will stopped her.

Will: No, no, no, no, no! It’s all good. It’s all good. We’ll, uh... We’ll see how you move in it. Right?

Emma: Okay.

Will: Okay. Um, so first, uh, let’s do Ken's selection and then, uh, we’ll work in your song for the big finish. Okay.

Will: All right? Hey, Emma I’m really excited about this.

Emma was enchanted by the man who went to play the Thong song.

Emma: Fantastic. It’s... so, so exciting.

Will turns on Thong Song and begins to dance provocatively around Emma. The performance ends when Will accidentally trips and Emma falls on top of him.

Emma: Good God! Are you okay?

Will: I’m okay. Are you?

Emma: Oh, yes!

The two chuckled.

Emma: It’s the darn "Thong Song."

Will laughs: I don’t think it’s the song. I think you need a new dress.

Will: Come on. Upsy-daisy.

Emma: Oh, I’m stuck.

The two doesn’t know that Ken was spying on them from outside the classroom.

—–—

At football practice Finn was running practice.

Finn: Let’s try, uh, reverse chair on two.

Azimio: Let’s not.

Finn: Hey, Azimio, I’m the quarterback. I call the plays.

Azimio: Some of the guys was talking, and we’re starting to question your leadership ability.

Football guy: Yeah, like maybe you’re having trouble making good choices as in, for instance, choosing to join homo explosion.

Finn: Do I need to remind you that Glee Club helped us win our first game of the season?

Azimio: What have you done for me lately?

Football guy: Yeah, we’re taking a bunch of heat, because you like kissing dudes all of a sudden. You’re not being a team player, man.

Azimio: Can’t believe you was man enough to knock up Quinn Fabray. You sure a real man didn’t sneak in there and do it for you?

Finn (snapped): That’s it!

Finn tackled Azimio to the ground and begins to fight. Ken comes in and breaks up the fighting and holds a team meeting.

Ken: Okay, break it up! Get up!

Football players: Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!

Ken separated them up. Ken: Hey, calm down, everybody! On the sidelines and take a knee! Now!

They all took a knee on the sidelines. Ken: What if you had broken Finn’s arm, huh? We'd be worse off and more pathetic than we already are. Where’s Puckerman?

Finn: Uh, he said he had to miss practice today. He’s working on something for Glee Club.

Azimio: Is he working on his coming-out-of-the-closet speech or something? (Finn pushed him but Matt got in the middle of it. Azimio pushes him back) Hey, man! Don’t push me, man!

Ken: Okay, enough! Football is war and no one single man can win that war, not even if they strap nukes on him. I want you to start acting like a team again! When we won that one game, it wasn’t because we were dancing. It’s because we were of singular purpose. I want you to start hanging more, spend more time together. Which is why, starting next week I’m adding extra practice on Thursdays at 3:30.

Finn: But, Coach, that’s when Glee rehearses.

Ken: You know what? I have had it up to here with Schuester and Glee. Here’s the story, Quarterback and you tell Puckerman this when you see him. That practice is mandatory. No exceptions. So you’re going to have to choose what’s more important to you... football or Glee Club.

—–—

Finn and Quinn are walking down the hallway in sunglasses.

Finn: Huh! You know, I really think this is working. I think we look super cool.

Quinn: I’m proud of you, Finn. I’m proud of us.

Finn: Yeah. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be popular. It just means you want people to like you. I think that’s healthy.

Quinn: I totally agree.

Finn: Being popular just means you can have it all.

But Quinn and Finn were ambushed by the football team with slushies in hand.

Finn: Oh, hey, guys.

Azimio: You thirsty?

Finn: Sure. Thanks. (The football team and non team members threw slushies in Finn and Quinn’s faces.) You can’t do this!

Azimio: Oh, you think that’s bad? Just imagine what’s gonna happen if you don’t show up to practice on Thursday and quit that little Glee Club for good! Bros before hi-hos, dude. Don’t forget that.

—–——

Sue and Will perform a swing dance routine to Sing, Sing, Sing (With a Swing) in the choir room.

Will: Sue... Whoo! That was amazing. Oh! You know, I have to admit at first when you suggested that I teach you a few steps. I was hesitant. You know, cause how horrible you were to me and the Glee kids when Figgins made you co director.

Sue: Well, live and let learn, my friend. That is ultimately what I got to. It’s nice not being at each other's throats. You know, you’re right. I, Oh, gosh. I don’t know how else to say this, but I’m in love.

Will: Really?

Sue: After one date, Sue Sylvester is in love. Rod has invited me to the Second Annual Allen County Sickle-cell Anemia Dance-a-thon.

Will: Ooh.

Sue: With your tutelage, Will, we can take home that blue ribbon like two prize heifers in love.

Will: I was wondering why you asked for dance lessons.

Sue: Oh, well, Erma just raved about you.

Will: Sue, I’m, I’m actually touched. I mean, you seem so happy and... nice. And you’ve been so cool with Quinn Fabray and her, you know, situation.

Sue: Mmm, yeah, well, she’s just a confused kid and the least I can offer her is my compassion. But, you, mister... (Will chuckled.) The Sue Sylvester who has been obsessed with sabotaging your every move is now just a distant memory.

Will: That’s great, Sue.

Sue: Now all I feel for you is sympathy. Whether it be for your sham of a marriage or the fact that Coach Tanaka's finally laying down the law with regard to Glee Club.

Will (shocked): Wait. What?

Sue: Yeah. Tanaka-san's making the kids choose. Come on. Let’s be honest. What kid's gonna choose Glee Club over football? It’d be ridiculous.

—–—–

Will confronts Ken in the boys' locker room about this decision.

Will: Hey, Ken, you wanna tell me what the hell's goin' on? You know I had a standing Glee rehearsal on Thursday. We sat down and worked out a schedule when some of your guys joined the club.

Ken: Circumstances have changed. I have a serious morale issue with my team. It’s my responsibility to fix it. Sorry if me doing my job interferes with your club.

Will: Ken, we’ve known each other for years. Your commitment to football is about as long as your pants. You know, let’s get into what this is really about. You’re upset that I don’t like your song for your wedding mash-up and you’re right. It’s not my place to have an opinion.

Ken: Why don’t you just cut the crap, Will? You’re not that naive. This is not about a song. It’s about my fiance. You and I, the whole world, knows that I’m just a consolation prize to you. How do you think that makes me feel? Emma's totally into you. Emma is settling for me and I love her so much, I don’t care. But it doesn’t mean I appreciate you coming in with your Gene Kelly charm and gettin' high off of her fawning over you.

Will: I-I have never intentionally encouraged Emma. But I haven’t discouraged her either. You don’t have to worry about it anymore though. So, are we cool, and I’ll have my guys on Thursday again? 3:30?

Ken: So you keep your rehearsal. I’ll keep my practice. We’ll let the kids decide who’s first choice and who’s a consolation prize.

—–———

Will and Emma are at a bridal shop where Emma is trying on a new wedding dress that she feels will be easier to dance in.

Will: Are you ready yet? We’ve only got an hour for lunch, Emma.

Emma: It’s not like trying on a pair of jeans, Will.

Will: Well, it doesn't have to be perfect. We just have to see if you can dance in it.

Emma came out wearing a dress that could be a grace Kelly dress. Emma: Fits okay?

Will (amused): Yeah. Fits great.

Emma: Terrific. (Looking at her reflection.)

Will: Yeah, terrific. (Will thought she looked more then just terrific.) Uh, so, should we see if you can dance in it?

Emma: Okay.

Will: This is the instrumental version of your wedding song. You can sing along if you want to. It’ll help your footwork.

Will took Emma in his arms and started to dance.

Emma: I could have danced all night, I could have danced all night and still have begged for more. I could have spread my wings and done a thousand things I’ve never done before. I’ll never know what made it so exciting, why all at once my heart took flight. I only know when he began to dance with me I could have danced danced danced, all night...

The ending was Will holding Emma tilted backwards, Emma's feelings for Will are evidently clear, and are reinforced when the music stops and she is left standing.

Will: Yeah, you can dance in it. (He let Emma up who was gasping like she was love.) So, I gotta get goin' . Um, got the big showdown today at 3:30. and, uh I wanna make sure I’m there to support the kids, no matter what happens.

Emma (confused) : Wait, what showdown? I thought... I thought you and Sue had that last week.

Will: Eh... Between me and your fiance. Uh, Ken's told all the football players in Glee that they have to choose between the club and the team. Unless all the guys choose Glee, it looks like we won’t have enough members for sectionals.

Emma: Then Glee is over.

Will: I know. Wish me luck.

—–—–

Out on the field, Finn was in his uniform and everyone congratulate him.

#1: Hey, fella.

Finn: Hey, man.

#2: You made the right decision.

#3: What’s up, dude?

Finn looked at coach Tanaka.

Ken: Okay, let’s huddle up.

—–—–—

Will approached Finn on the field.

Will: Hey, Finn, wanna have a catch?

Finn: Sure.

Will: Go long.

The two passed the ball back and forth. Finn: I’m not coming back.

Will: These are the moments, Finn. They’re the crossroads. They’re the ones you look back at when you get old and think "what if?"

Finn: I don’t buy that. I don’t think any one decision makes your life unless you accidentally invent some kind of zombie virus or something.

Will: No. You’re right. Life's a series of choices. Big combination of moments little ones that add up to big ones that create who you are. You’re lettin' other people make those choices for you, Finn. You’re letting them decide who you’re gonna be. (Will goes up to Finn.) People you’re not even gonna know in three years. People whose names you’re gonna forget when you run into them in the hardware store.

Finn: You don’t understand the kind of pressure I’m under.

Will: Yes, I do. Because of all the students I’ve ever had, you remind me the most of me. Come back to Glee, Finn. It’s where you belong.

—–———

Finn goes to meet Ken in the locker room.

Finn: Hey, Coach. Can I talk to you about something?

Ken: You got an itch down there or something?

Finn: What? No. Uh, I’m the quarterback, right? The leader.

Ken: Sure.

Finn: Well, all this stuff about having to choose between Glee and football is making it hard for me to lead. Leaders are supposed to see things that other guys don’t. Right? Like they can imagine a future where things are better. Like Thomas Jefferson or that kid from the Terminator movies. (Finn sits down in front of coach.) I see a future where it’s cool to be in Glee Club. Where you can play football and sing and dance and no one gets down on you for it. Where the more different you are the better.

I guess what I’m tryin' to say is I don’t wanna have to choose between them anymore. It’s not cool.

Ken(gets up and walks to the whiteboard.): Hey, about that Thursday practice. It’s, uh, canceled indefinitely. I got... stuff I gotta do that time. Laundry, things like that.

Finn (smiles): Oh. Sweet.

Ken: Finn. (He faces the adult.) Tell Puckerman and the other guys too, will you?

Finn: Sure. Thanks, Coach.

—––—–

Will was drinking it of a fountain until he heard.

Sue: Schuester!

Will: Yeah?

Sue: I’ll need to see that set list for sectionals after all. I want it on my desk warm from the laminator at 5:00 p.m and if it is one minute late, I will go to the animal shelter and get you a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat. And then on some dark, cold night I will steal a way into your home and punch you in the face. (She begins to walk away.)

Will: Hey Sue.

Sure: What?

Will: Didn’t work out with Rod?

Sue: No, it did not. (Sue walked away from Will and came across Quinn.) Q, take off those sunglasses. I wanna look in your eyes when I give you this piece of business.(Quinn took them offm) You’re off the Cheerios. I can’t have a pregnant girl on my squad. You’re a disgrace.

Quinn begins to cry.

–—–—–

Will visits Emma in her office.

Will: Hey.

Emma: Hey.

Will: I wanted to talk to you about your wedding mash-up. I’ve been working really hard on it and I just can't get those two songs to go together.

Emma: Yeah. That’s because they don’t. We both know that. They’re both good songs though.

Will: Great ones. He goes to leave but Emma stops him.

Emma: Will, um, I just wanted to say, uh thank you for the dance lessons.

#transcript #glee

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fkyumerica · 10 months ago

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ring bearers at a wedding

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and when she put on her glasses

with anne maries grandma

i dont care marry marilyn monroe after

said you and her kids would marry

did they

gay dogs too hide it

and i dont care you will say all the shit about her too

her grandma again

and her grandpa left one who said start the party

with her other grandpa on right

president after

regan

she eats pinsol spray

lemon

guiermo does

they raise meth levels up to piss you off the whole time

and they hit them and leave them with them

cant remeber the other relationship

i didnt do it i didnt do her i didnt do her and precious spoiled child anne marie is his mother, bottom right "i know i can do it make me her the biggest bitch, judge, glen close judge judy" back left, im the right guard, on his right is the left guard

and ther est had sex with her too jessica

they are blacks still

and its her

i wanna fuck both of em left guard and right guard

they are all related and in dearborn

nooo reminds us of the hospital

perfect airr

big house

i wanna run

lets ruin everything us then too the judge

should i have my kids killed or not

whoa new opportunity

rabai

and amish, left, go in anywhere

they are punching me with dope

hair dryer

as the gas heat

and careese doesnt care

slow

she is it

and guiermo was krystina

dont care go with him too anthony hit her he is him

george mcfly

and is it him him and him

no that is a actual photo

i am not sarcastic

why dont i believe it

go back and ape fuck all the girls oyoou had a truck

and i dunno we took it i know how to build a room

and us a column

and careese mute her

so she does

less shit more free food

they believed them

it is their families too

i never met them either too

they said i got down syndrome from fatima she made sandwhiches they handled all of those infants

and no one else stayed

yeaaaaaaaaa

wow

food free shit i left thats not a marriage

is she that retarded

so he thinks shes gotta go with him

and she did

careese did so did you

and the columns to those men whoa im not that big

i gotta go here

smaller

building

again

leon-we were all the same family and friends i dont care

and tounge in her to freak her fuck her say to him how to come over and fuck her

waiting outside

for him

wtf hes back

just fucked lindita its jordan

church down the road

she lives there my girlfriend

anne marie put on white makeup and her whole face looks like a double chin

cerebral palsy

and

tan arms

and her parents drank the whole time too

and whats with all the clothes girls no we steal your colors off you adn your naked

reversse clothes with colors

switch

whoa

new

omfg these people are pissing me off so much

naked colors

hes a giant bitch again

hit on back of the head

giant nose

mike

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/BISYo3dllf0 no youre only gonna want a bird if its half dead

Happy Bird

https://www.youtube.com/shorts/x1vtn4Dw-F8 and its us ok

We see our old cartman as his son - South Park

we dress up young

teach us

the judge makes the decision for all of them

thats it

to understand it too

it was sit one there

around them they surround and

open fire

hey cigarettes, lighters, and yea keep em retarded

they stay it

too

them

they all had their own house after mating with a older man too after wrestlnig or becoming a rabai

then downriver all of them grouping get in the river

all pregnant too sit down

and this too we only talk queer

i wanted fish and chips from applebees

i ate a whole thing of crackers

theres no food left again

they all lived all over hey send in sister bethany i left all need a whole house right

and constant food wtf

buffet

all you can eat

stole the truck load

every grocerie store

today

all the trucks come in everyday right with a whole new store each time

of food

go eat all you want

says it

they all did dating each other wtf

giant wedding

gordie howe geordie white

i fucked like 15 girls i dont care

as a old man

and now, 50,000

only thing he wanted to do

ate all day

colleseum roar was for food

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

hillary clinton/a headless horseman

cruella deville car can go up those mountain hills

and hide as a tree

no fucking way amanda im going in it

and killing them after

found em again

giants

and killing her with one too to get it

smash in the side

hit the car back

old muscle cars are it

and drag race motor wont break

and that truck can smash ssemis off the cliffs

she said she took out a school credit card

wtf

anne marie

how

she was stealing my books and me in her trunk to die after

she got 500$

to be a pig to do it

then live in a house after she makes a restuarant to scream and be one of those ball table guys

break em guys

boarr

feed me the wild shit

what food is here now

that is their church

we live they die what

these skiing people are giant

marilyn manson wedding

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=edcdKLqFGZI dog as big as a coffin

SELAMAT JALAN SNOWEE THE GOLDEN | RIP

they leave their new borns and hey find it dog

breed all of them to do it

that was sadam his wife and osama

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k0vmyUJSAAM bishops will die now

Bidding farewell to Benedict XVI: Translation to St. Peter's Basilica - Highlights

their priest is their wife

the cardinal is who she inbred with

in her own family

and the pope is their grandmother again

they say it to get sex again

youtube

Highlights - 8 - January 2024 Audience to the members of the Diplomatic Corps Pope Francis

hate each one of them

leon says it like him

is part of their church

no i am not

niggers

keep giving them kids at them

i never did

they make noises with their mouth after

ololololoo

their wives go ok

so do their gay sons

and the rest go yea what

and didnt fuck her enough in the room

hey. what?

dad coming over

says it

shoot them all

they are the ministry

and their families

they let us live

well you partied the fuck out of it then chris

she didnt take out a loan

fake college

gay

alive now

she said alive now wtf we can live alive now

and :10 got the most girls ever

250,000 in one day

fingered, fucked, and fled

with 18,000 others

then 290,000,000 women

the next day

fucking all of their heads again

then they all did what they want

they knew a nod meant yes

say they are the womens group like i said

and you already messed it up again

mr i got a house from their fucking jobs

Disney's Craziest Mid-Ride Evacuations #shorts #disneyworld

this is it

evacuate, leave meant it

leave the moms here

points at the ground where

and the moms drug it

we get to leave

they stand there

the moms do

their pastors were boats of guys asking after robbing for the first time hey wanna go with us free food since

dont go to school

who cares attack them

anyone alive and not on dope

and alcohol

cause THEn they fuck them

youtube

Santino Marella vs. Honky Tonk Man - Intercontinental Championship Match: Cyber Sunday 2008

you cannot fuck with that honkey tonk

he did show up to school to touch me

the fake italian beaner guy

and showed up in church too

i preformed an exorcism

and saw all that shit

lay 45 down and fuck kids to live

wtf

and lie in the back of church and free food at soup kitchen

and free detroit

live in land

and fuck

wtf whoa honkey tonk get in a truck and drive and live anywhere

im the only one who had information

all they did was drive is someone there

what are they doing

#Youtube

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housebird · 8 months ago

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OOOOOOO THANK YOU FOR SHOWING ME i love hearing about this sorta thing

i also had a CD player from very little! it was to help me go to sleep and i still have the CDs today, but i don’t use them anymore (hence the angelina ballerina and moana CDs still living in the stack; i would never get rid of them). i burn CDs now as well, so i have a couple of blank jewel cases in there (i’m much more diligent on decorating them when i make em for other people, i still need to make the covers for the ones i own)

here is my collection!!! photos AND i’m putting the descriptions under the readmore (hopefully it works. never done one before) because it is WAY longer than i anticipated <\3

bluey, bluey: lonely cassette among the ranks. got it off bandcamp, i highly recommend this EP it’s good. luckily my old ass CD player can play cassettes

THE BURNED CDs:

cry club, spite will save me

the crane wives, the fool in her wedding gown

+ a spare mix i made for a friend which is missing a song, so i kept this one and gave her the right one

i love burning CDs! i try and get the actual CD when i can because i like the booklet inserts but burning is my go to after that. i usually buy the music off bandcamp! my only barrier is finding cases and making the covers. on the to do list is figuring out how to make booklets that fit inside, preferably in a square shape. i really want to make them for lyrics! especially when i drive my siblings places (little sister 2 loves to read the lyrics along with the song and ask me what every song means)

THE ODDS N ENDS:

the veronicas, all the hottest 100s, midnight oil, les mis anniversary concert, taylor swift, 1989

these are mostly ones i have from my dad! he has a huge collection (somewhere in a box… sigh, i miss you, regina spektor begin to hope CD i know you’re out there). i don’t listen to them as much, aside from 1989 when my sisters request it. 1989 was also the first CD i ever bought with my own money and it still has the sticker talking about the HIT SINGLE SHAKE IT OFF lol

THE MUSICALS:

wicked, be more chill, hadestown

these guys get their own category because i LOVE THEM. i bought the wicked CD when i saw it for my bday this year but i’ve been listening to my parents’ copy for roughly 10 years or so iirc? wicked is so so so special to me

THE REGULARS:

missy higgins, the sound of white

missy higgins, on a clear night

both of these i got from my dad’s collection and i do not intend to tell him because i want to keep them. i <3 you casualty and 100 round the bends!!!!

regina spektor, what we saw from the cheap seats: another stolen dad CD!

ball park music, ball park music

ball park music, good mood

ball park music, weirder and weirder

JB hifi grabs! i love these albums a ton. i really want to see BPM live again someday

montaigne, glorious heights: another JB hifi, it was on special for $10 (!!!!!)

the wombats, a guide to love, loss and desperation: my ONLY lucky find at an op shop. i was very excited to find this one, it’s probably the album i know best from them

hozier, hozier

hozier, wasteland, baby!

mitski, laurel hell

i bought these three together to kick start my collection for my car, so they’ve had a lot of driving time. hozier’s self titled in particular reminds me a lot of being on my Ls….

beach bunny, emotional creature

beach bunny, honeymoon

cavetown, sleepyhead

aside from honeymoon, these were the first CDs i bought online, again for the car collection. i have very specific personal associations with the emotional creature album!!

the beths, expert in a dying field: i bought myself this CD online and THEN found it instore so i had to do a quick online refund to grab it because i had been listening to it on spotify for a couple days and completely fell in love

wet leg, wet leg: i listened to this album a lot while doing uni work last year!

courtney barnett, things take time, take time: i originally borrowed this album from the library because i really liked one song from it (write a list of things to look forward to) and then fell in love with the whole thing (sunfair sundown is an extremely lucretia adventurezone thinking about magnus burnsides song to me!!!)

orla gartland, woman on the internet: this album is obviously fantastic but also the CD case itself is very cool. it’s the paper but the CD has its own little plastic turn tray which makes it super easy to pop out

odie, full colour book of cats

emily brown, a fish of earth

both of these are from bandcamp and i got the emily brown one for free with the odie CD!!!!! it was extremely sweet of them and i really need to buy emily’s first album at some point

boygenius, the record: i spent the last of a JB hifi gift card on it and i don’t regret it! it’s living in my car atm with weirder and weirder as my current commute CDs

wow. that’s so many. thank u for reading <3

HELLO please tell me about your cd collection?? i would love to hear about it genuinely

HAIII BELL!!! i am more than happy to talk about my cds!!!

i included pics of my current collection 🕺!

i’ve been collecting them most of my life. i got given a cd player at a young age which is why i started collecting. as a kid it was mostly so fresh & now hits of summer cds that are still somewhere in the house (also alvin & the chipmunks).

these days i collect them because my car is old and doesn’t have aux or bluetooth so cds and the radio get me through. i’ve included pics of my glovebox, the ones that live in a bag cause i have too many to fit in said glovebox & my current listen. i’ll just list them as they appear and where i got them from!!

gorillaz, the now now- bought first hand. at the time i was listening to it almost daily

gorillaz, demon days- actually belongs to my sister. she doesn’t have a cd player so it judt lives in my car for when we go on drives

twenty one pilots, trench- a gift for my birthday last year. i have most of tøps discography and i was obsessed with it when it released (saw them in concert & everything)

my chemical romance, the black parade- found this one in an op shop. there’s a few i got at the same time, some emo must’ve donated their collection in one go. love this album its one i listen to a lot

panic! at the disco, a fever you cant sweat out- also found in the op shop haul!

panic! at the disco, pretty odd- another op shop haul find. i didn’t listen to this album a load back then compared to the rest of their stuff but its one of my faves now

my chemical romance, three cheers for sweet revenge- shocking news, found this in the op shop haul!

bastille, all this bad blood- at some point during my teens i spend my pocket money on this. definitely glad i still have it, there’s so much music on that album & i still love bastille

twenty one pilots, blurryface- another one i spent my pocket money on!!

twenty one pilots, vessel- another pocket money purchase

fall out boy, folie à deux- found in the op shop haul. didn’t even listen to this album at the time & i forgot i had it until way after i fixated on it and then went through my collection again

fall out boy, infinity on high- another op shop find, very fun find!! was a fave at the time

fall out boy, american beauty/american psycho- op shop haul find!!

fall out boy, save rock and roll- op shop haul find!!!

my chemical romance, danger days- my brother found this one in an op shop for me

will wood and the tapeworms, everything is a lot- bought this one online when he dropped the last of the original pressings a few years back. its signed but the signature is rubbing off a bit

will wood, in case i make it- i got this one when i backed the album when he was fundraising for it

the libertines, up the bracket- i think my mum gave this to me, i’ve never listened to it lol

janelle monáe, the archandroid- dad gave this to me. one of my favourite albums of all time

sara bareilles, whats inside: songs from waitress- this was a pocket money buy. i think i bought this before i actually listened to the waitress musical? so it was my introduction to it and then waitress was what made me fall in love with musical theatre

the hush sound, like vines- found this in a record shop. was very excited, i was playing one of their songs on repeat at the time

pulp, different class- mum gave me this one as well

the breeders, cannonball- my dad got it for my brother who didn’t want it and i slid in like hi, yes i love the breeders, this is mine bye.

troye sivan, wild- a pocket money buy. i really wanted blue neighbourhood but they only had this ep so its what i got

sara bareilles, the blessed unrest- another pocket money buy, i had a huge sara bareilles phase at some point in highschool

the scary jokes, retinal bloom- bought this one in one of the packs when the album was about to be dropped. gawd i love the scary jokes

the scary jokes, burn pygmion!!! a better guide to romance- what i listened to todayyy. probably my number one album ever this was a christmas gift!!

theres two fob cds i skipped cause they’re just a compilation & cd that all the songs on are on my other cds.

theres so many more that have come and left my collection but this is where its at now and i can’t waiiiit to find more!! especially w my damn car. NOW TELL ME ABOUT YOURS (please ^3^!)

#listen 2 bells #as i was writing this my sister’s kitten has been non stop attacking my feet underneath my quilt #anyway thank you again for telling me all about your collection!!!!#i love to see it #and yay for having cars with CD playersssss

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void-heroes · 2 years ago

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𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙎

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗟𝗩𝗘: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗞

Top Gun: Maverick | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!OC

Also published on my Wattpad (-voidheroes)!

Emerson and Amelia left Maverick's hangar, driving to the shopping district. A song from a cassette tape played softly in the car while the two girls chit-chatted about their lives, getting to know the other. Emerson parked her cherry-red 1969 Camaro on the street outside of a wedding dress boutique.

"So, how long have you two been dating?" Amelia asked as they entered the store.

Emerson bit her lip, "Um, about a day? Not really sure if that even counts, though." Amelia paused in the store's entryway, sending Emerson a strange look. "We've known each other since the Naval Academy. We've just always been there for each other; I can't imagine my life without him. It's complicated, to say the least."

Amelia laughed and headed to a dress rack while Emerson proceeded to an adjacent rack. The screech of metal hangers sliding across metal racks filled the silence in the store; the two girls struggled to find any potential options. There were dresses with sequins, lace, and floral and several different sleeve and skirt options, but none of the dresses caught Emerson's eye. The woman grew frustrated.

"Em!"

Emerson turned toward Amelia; the girl held up a simple, white satin dress with a cowl neckline and skinny straps. Emerson ran her fingers along the smooth material, "This is gorgeous, Amelia. You have a great eye!"

She smiled at the compliment, "Well, try it on!"

Emerson stepped out of the store's dressing room in the dress, giving Amelia a twirl. "You look absolutely stunning, Em!"

The woman smoothed her nervous hands against the dress, taking in her reflection in the mirror. The dress hugged her hips perfectly, flaunting her curves. The white, glossy material a perfect contrast against her tan skin. Emerson never expected a day would come for her to try on a wedding dress, yet here she was, marrying the love of her life. She was reminded of her mother, wishing she was there to share the moment. "My mom would have loved this dress."

Emerson fiddled with the dainty, silver necklace clasped around her neck. It was one of Charlie Blackwood's that she had passed on to her daughter before her death. Emerson kissed the necklace, blinking back tears. Another necklace hung around her neck; it was from Bradley. He gifted it to her when they graduated from the Naval Academy; she hadn't taken it off since. It was a small fighter jet on a silver chain.

"Your mom. She's not here anymore, is she?" Amelia wondered.

"No, she's not. She got sick several years ago."

"I'm so sorry, Em." She hugged the woman, "She would've thought you looked beautiful."

Emerson changed back into her original attire, and the two girls walked to the counter. "So, have you thought about joining the Navy?" Emerson asked curiously, waiting for the cashier to ring up her purchase.

Amelia chuckled, "No, I think my mom would kill me. I've thought about going into the family business. Maybe one day making the Hard Deck a franchise."

Emerson smiled down at the younger girl, "Oh, she's an entrepreneur." She grabbed the dress from the cashier and turned back to the girl, "Hey, thanks for your help today. I wouldn't have been able to do this without you." Amelia sent her a warm smile.

———

Emerson Raye Blackwood had three loves: the sky, the ocean, and Bradley Bradshaw. So, it only made sense that their wedding occurred on the beach. Though, if it was even remotely possible, Emerson probably would've preferred a plane.

Penny Benjamin planned the entire wedding for the couple; although, Maverick would say he helped a little, yet Penny disagreed. The ceremony was set up on the shore outside of the Hard Deck. A trail of candles lit a pathway for Emerson and several white chairs sat in the sand for the members of the training detachment who were about Bradley and Emerson's only 'friends'. The wedding reception would occur inside the Hard Deck.

Truthfully, Emerson thought the whole idea of a wedding was silly. She told Penny and her father that she was fine just going to the courthouse to make it official, but the two refused.

The setting sun cast an orange hue on the still ocean as Emerson walked toward Bradley. Maverick offered to give her away, but Emerson argued that if he was requiring a wedding ceremony, it would be her shining moment alone.

Bradley stood at the end of the candle-created aisle in a white, untucked button-down. The first few buttons open, displaying his tan chest. His eyes traced every inch of Emerson's body, taking in the sight of her. The gentle breeze slightly blew her curls away from her face and the setting sun and candles formed a warm glow around her body. Bradley thought Emerson looked angelic.

Emerson's gaze fell on her father. He sat beside Penny, their hands intertwined. In a perfect world, it would be Charlotte Blackwood beside Maverick; though, fate was rather cruel. Maverick looked at his daughter fondly, glad that their relationship was no longer strained and that he could be there to witness the important moment.

Bradley and Emerson recited the traditional wedding vows. Bradley wished for them to create their own unique and original vows, but Emerson refused at the potential risk of crying in front of a crowd over Bradley's poetic words. Bradley pulled his parent's wedding rings from his pocket. Emerson placed her hand atop of his, stopping his movement. "Bradley," she whispered.

"They would've loved you," he replied with teary eyes.

They slid the rings onto the other's fingers. "Go on, kiss her," the officiant spoke. Bradley dipped her, his hands falling to the small of her back, kissing her deeply. He wore the biggest smile, knowing he, and only him, would get to do that for the rest of his life.

The wedding party followed the newlyweds up to the Hard Deck for the reception. Though, it wasn't much of a traditional wedding reception; more like a gathering of friends because if they were being honest, Bradley and Emerson had always acted like a married couple.

At the pool table, a bet between Phoenix and Bob and Payback and Fanboy formed. Over at the dartboard, Coyote attempted his second rematch against Hangman. The rest busy with conversations or off-key singing of the jukebox music. Emerson examined the people around her; this was her family. Sure, she wasn't related to any of them by blood, and they all had their own quirks about them, yet she wouldn't trade them for the world.

She approached Hangman, offering him a beer, "Well, I guess that 'one day' is off the table for you now, Hangman."

"Oh, Raven, the future is uncertain," he chuckled, ending his sentence with a wink. Emerson rolled her eyes. "I'm kidding," he wrapped his arms around the shorter woman, "I'm happy for you both, seriously. You two are the best for each other and the dream for everyone else."

Bradley appeared, sticking his hand out for Hangman, "Thanks, man."

Hangman shook Bradley's outstretched hand firmly. "Just don't ask me to babysit," he said with a tongue click.

Maverick loudly cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the room. "I would just like to say that I take full credit for the two of you meeting," he stated, pointing at Emerson and Bradley. They shot him confused glares. "Just think. If I hadn't held back Bradley's papers, you two wouldn't have been at the academy together," he joked.

Bradley pointed at him, beer bottle in hand, "That's not funny, Mav." The aviators all shared a laugh at the now father-in-law and son-in-law.

Penny patted Maverick's shoulder, "Okay, 'Matchmaker Maverick', how about we leave the newlyweds alone." She guided him away, turning the jukebox up louder.

Tag List: @littlewhiterose @starkleila @alexayoonlee @lclove2012-blog @autumnleaves1991-reads @raefoxiegirl @jonginvlog @thatchickwiththecamera

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hesbuckcompton-baby · 3 years ago

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Just Come Home - Ronald Speirs x OFC - Chapter 12

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / Chapter 11

Warnings: Death

Tags: @50svibes @cagzzz107 @yentroucnagol @mads-weasley @mrsalwayswrite

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: It's time for this story to come to an end! I can't thank everyone enough for reading and supporting this fic - it's been a labour of love and I'm so grateful for all of you <3

They were married in July of 1946. Ron returned from Europe a month earlier after Valerie had spent two weeks straight writing him the same letter every day.

Dear Ron

Come home now or I'm getting a pre-emptive divorce.

Love, Valerie

He informed her when he arrived home that he had already set sail across the Atlantic when her letter-writing campaign began, so he never actually received any of them, and had to write back to base and apologise for the inevitable confusion to anyone who actually read them.

An hour before the wedding began, Ron slipped into Valerie's dressing room, and once he'd calmed her down - for she insisted he wasn't to see her before the ceremony - he actually got a good look at her in her dress and immediately burst into tears.

"Oh, Christ," She laughed, pulling him into a hug as he wept. "Don't get tear stains on my dress, honey."

"You look beautiful," He sniffed loudly, stepping back to get another look at her. "Don't tell the Company boys I cried."

Val's brow quirked. "I'm gonna tell 'em."

"Yeah, I know."

She wore her mother's old wedding dress, which they had spent hours at a seamstress trying to make more fashionable - taking it in at the waist, fixing the shoulders, shortening the hem. Her parents had also cried when they saw her, and despite her intense joy upon the day, Valerie remained the only dry-eyed one out of the four of them. It wasn't a large ceremony - largely populated by the men of Easy Company who lived close enough to make it, and a few of Valerie's high school friends she'd reconnected with whilst Ron was away. Her only bridesmaid was her mother, who took her hand as she and her father reached the end of the aisle, and discreetly slipped her a tissue to give to Ron, who continued to fight tears throughout the ceremony.

The week after the wedding they caught a plane to California and rented a house by the beach just outside San Francisco. For a family so rich, the holiday made a point of being un-extravagant. Valerie cooked dinner, Ron did the dishes, and she revelled in all of the menial tasks she's grown so fond of back in Europe. Her parents still preferred she utilise the house staff, although she was figuring out ways of getting around it, and Ron had promised to let her do her own chores despite being certain she'd tire of them soon, just like everybody else did.

Nevertheless, two weeks into their three-week getaway, Val showed no signs of slowing down as she stood out on the back patio in her swimsuit, sunglasses shielding her eyes from the blazing sun as she pinned up some freshly washed sheets to dry. Ron stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest as he watched on with a smile.

"What are you doing over there?" She called over her shoulder.

He grinned, lifting a hand to shield himself from the sun. "Can't I just appreciate my wife in her swimsuit?"

"Oh, stop," Val laughed, limply tossing a clothes peg in his direction. "If you come over and help you can see it up close." She teased.

"Yes ma'am."

They had dinner with the Grant family every Wednesday they were there. He played off his injuries as if they were nothing, but Valerie could tell his mother didn't like it from the way she'd try to reach out to him whenever he moved too quickly or stumbled slightly. There was a scar across the side of his head - although hair was starting to grow over it and make it less noticeable - and occasionally he would falter over his words when speaking, making his youngest sister frown, her resemblance to him startling Val when they first met.

"'M not surprised you two got hitched. If anything, I'm surprised you didn't do it sooner," Chuck told her after dinner, sitting back on the couch with a beer in the hand of his good arm. She could hear the low murmur of Ron's voice from the next room as he stepped in to help Mrs Grant tidy things away.

"You are happy, aren't you?" Valerie asked, twiddling with her fingers as she sat beside him.

"Me? Yeah, I'm happy. These last few months since I've gotten out of hospital for good have been nice. It's just good to sleep in your old bed again, yunno?"

"Yeah, I get it."

"Plus," He began to smirk, gesturing at her with the rim of his bottle. "Women these days love battle scars, and I've got the nastiest one for ten blocks."

Valerie laughed, taking a sip of her own beer. "So you've got a girlfriend?"

Grant chuckled, talking around the bottle as he put it to his lips. "I didn't say that. I'm lookin' after my sisters - when they've settled, maybe."

He had two sisters, both with the same bright eyes and strong features that she'd become so accustomed to seeing in him. They were nice girls, and Valerie was very fond of them despite having only met them a couple of times. The eldest of the two, Audrey, loved books almost as much as she did, and the younger - Diana - had her brother's uncanny ability to make her laugh.

"They're good kids," Val smiled. "You've done a good job."

"Thanks," The corner of his mouth tilted upwards. "So, what're you gonna do now?"

She shrugged, tipping the bottle up to her lips. "Oh, I dunno."

He grinned. "It's nice not knowing, isn't it? We've got the whole rest of our lives left to do whatever the hell we want."

"Yeah," Val nodded, mirroring his expression. "It's pretty good."

1955

Afternoon sun streaked through the patio windows in long yellow beams, shining off the blue roof. A little wooden dinghy bobbed up and down at the end of the jetty, rippling in the waters of Lake Michigan. Ron was out on the sands below, his voice muffled by the constant sloshing of waves, a little girl firmly attached to his leg - her chubby arms wrapped around his thigh, her little feet perched on the top of his shoe as she was rocked side to side as he walked, her shrill laugh the only sound that could be heard from up on the patio as the wind blew her hair into her eyes.

Valerie perched in one of the deckchairs by the house, the infant in her lap fiddling with the pleats of her skirt and babbling away to himself as she gently bounced him on her knee. She looked down upon feeling something hit her foot, and noticed a single grape rolling across the patio before being picked up and carried off by a bird. "Uh oh," The child murmured, saying one of the only phrases he knew how to before shoving his whole hand in his mouth.

"George," She gently chided, tugging his fingers out from between his gums before handing him another grape, which the boy ate eagerly. She could hear her daughter squealing down on the shore, the satin ribbon in her hair reflecting the sun as Ron hauled her up into his arms, laughing as her little hands squished at his cheeks.

Val liked to sit here out on the patio after the children went to bed, watching as the line between the shore and the sand blurred as it got darker and the sun disappeared into the water, the lake stretching out far beyond the visible horizon.

When she had been eighteen, falling in love for the first time in a brand new country, she'd sometimes caught herself imagining a future like this - kissing her babies goodnight, tucking them in, settling down to rest beside her husband, watching the sun go down every night surrounded by people she loved. When Leo had died, the dream had died with him. Ideas for a future she never had time to realise, bleeding out in the middle of the street as his last breath left his body. In all those years she'd spent in between, she hadn't let herself consider a future where she was happy, where she was safe and calm and warm and loved. Entertaining the idea had felt like torture, as if she were toying with herself, dangling a future in front of her eyes that could never be hers.

But now it was. Every now and then she would look around and become suddenly aware that she had the future she'd wished for herself as a girl, and even the most mundane things would seem an achievement. Val would never know what her future with Leo would've looked like. She would never know if they would've settled down in Paris or somewhere in the French countryside - how many children they may have had, what they might have looked like, what she might have called them. But she didn't think about it anymore. To think of marrying a man who wasn't Ron, to think of having children that weren't the ones she had right in front of her - it felt like a betrayal. It wasn't the life she wanted.

George began to gurgle dissatisfiedly, reaching out with his fat little fingers towards where the others played on the beach, squirming in Valerie's lap until she picked him up, holding him against her waist with one arm as they headed down the slope towards the shore. He began to babble cheerily as they caught up to Ron, who turned with a smile.

"Well, hello sir," Ron greeted as the child reached up to grab onto the collar of his shirt. Val grinned as George tried to squeeze his way out of her grip. Ron put down their daughter, prying the infant out of her arms as Lizzie buried her face in her mother's skirts.

She held onto Valerie's hand as they wandered down to the edge of the water, and Val took off her shoes, the cold waves washing over her feet as she sat down in the sand, chuckling as the little girl tried to jump over the water as is rolled in and out along the shore.

"Mama?" She chirped.

"Yeah, honey?" Val said, reaching up to tuck some hair behind Lizzie's ear. Her hair was just as dark as her father's, and at 4 she had already developed his discerning frown.

"Why can't we go with papa when he goes away?"

She took a deep breath, letting out a sigh. "When you get a little bigger, I promise I'll explain it all to you. But... it's better for me to stay home, and you know I couldn't stay here without you because you're my favourite person in the world."

Lizzie stood between Val's legs, her pudgy hands propped up on her mother's knees. "And Georgie?"

"Of course, Georgie," She grinned, tickling the little girl's tummy until she giggled. "You and Georgie and Papa. I love you all very much."

"And Grandma?"

"Yes, of course."

"I like grandma," Lizzie mused. "She gives me candy."

Valerie chuckled, folding her wet feet under her thighs and pulling the little girl into her lap, the hem of her skirt going damp and brown in the sand. She rested her cheek against Lizzie's hair, breathing slowly in and out as she took it all in. She couldn't imagine it getting better than this.

And so life just... continued. There was no climactic end to Valerie's story, in just the same way as there isn't for anyone else. Life goes on until it doesn't. They visited California when Chuck's sisters got married. When Lipton had his first son, she cradled a crying George in the back pew of the church at the Christening. Valerie's mother moved in after her father died, and lived with them on Lake Michigan until she too passed away five years later. In 1964, Ron retired from the armed forces, and in 1969 Lizzie was accepted into Harvard.

It wasn't until 1971 that Valerie returned to Europe. They went to Berchtesgaden, and stayed in a hotel just down the road from the house she and Ron had stayed in at the end of the war. By then it had been so long that she was nought but a tourist - just another visitor passing through, with nothing left to tether her to everything that had happened there so many years before. Her past only existed in memory, in passing glances at the paintings on the walls and the books on the shelves back at home, the ones she had taken from the house Grant had taken her to the afternoon before he was shot.

As each year passed on, Valerie looked back on her life and realised she was no longer the same person she had been back then. The time after Leo died had once felt like the ultimate shift, the years that would break and change her forever. But in the end, she never stopped changing. In the end, no matter how settled down she felt, the world was always changing around her, and life was always moving forward, dragging her along with it like the tide on the edge of the lake, pulling her from one place to the next like those bumpy army jeeps with their uncomfortable seats and noisy engines.

She had been a student, a lover, a survivor, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and eventually, she was a widow. But no matter how much she changed, and how much the world continued to change around her, some days she would wake up and it would be as if nothing had changed at all. She'd see herself out on the beach with a baby in her arms, on the garden terrace the night of her mother's party, on Ron's balcony from his room in Germany, the house just outside of Haguenau where she'd first laid eyes on him.

And sometimes she would wake up and find herself back in the middle of that road in Paris, Leo's blood staining the cobblestones. Except she didn't panic anymore. Because that part of her life would always hurt, but it didn't haunt her now.

And when Valerie took her last breath - in the armchair by the window one golden, sunny evening - she could imagine herself kissing Leo's cold forehead and saying goodbye the way she'd always wanted. Her daughter would weep when she found her the next morning, but for now, there was nothing to be sad about.

Because now she was going with Ron, the way she always said she would.

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