#I don't think I've ever seen Cora in a dress

[cait-curious]

Cora Goth came home from work in her Hostage Negotiator gear.

And got another promotion!

Cora's mom would be proud of her new work outfit.

The Dina Caliente vibes are strong.

[eashmo]

7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 23 Final

-bad boys bring heaven-

Warnings: none because i'm an asshole.

a/n: long chapter, sorry it took so long.

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*1 year later*

*Billy pov* 

It was my fault that she… she….. I should have driven to the diner a different way, or I should have fought harder. There were so many things I should have done so that y/n didn't…. The past couldn’t be changed. my sanity slowly slipped. It had only been a year. I couldn’t sleep at all. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. There was nothing I could do to stop it. 

“I love you forever, y/n,” I whispered as her casket was lowered into the ground. “And I’m sorry.” My eyes stayed trained on her grave for what seemed like an eternity until I felt a presence beside me. For a fraction of a second, I foolishly thought that she was standing there beside me with our baby. I fell to the ground, screaming at the sky.

“BILLY?, BILLY WAKE UP!” a voice shouted. Jolting awake, I looked around frantically, trying to catch my breath. 

“Billy, look at me.” 

“M-max?” I breathed stilling up from the couch.

“You were having a nightmare, I just woke up from one myself.” she breathes. I noticed she had been crying, sweaty, and breathing heavily as well.

“Wanna talk about it?” she asks.

“I-I watched them bury her.” I started to cry and pulled her into me. She gave a tight squeeze.  

“Do you think these nightmares will ever get easier?”  she asks. 

“I don't know kiddo” All of a sudden, a cry was heard from the bedroom and hush whispers.  

“Shh sweetheart, mamas got you.”  I heard as I moved to the door.

“I love you so much.” I sigh from the doorway, leaning on the door frame, taking in the beautiful scene, “I love you so much more. Did you have another nightmare?” y/n said with a smile which quickly dropped when she saw the redness in my eyes.

“Yeah, it was the same one, but I'm ok now.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and Cora. y/n leans her head on my chest and sighs. 

“Are you ready for today?” y/n asks.

“Of course, I've been waiting for this since i met you”

*y/n pov*

I was going to marry Billy today. As I tried to calm my nerves, I heard the door creak open. It was Max.

”Hey sweetie,” I said.

“Hey,” she replied with a small smile. “What's wrong, sweetie?”

”Nothing is wrong, just a tad nervous, I don't know why because I'm sure you're just as nervous. i'm just happy that we are finally family, i wish you the best, and i love you…… and i'm rambling”

I smiled and chuckled. “Thank you, and I love you too, kiddo. I'm so happy that you're my maid of honor and sister in law because if you weren't, i would be going insane.”

She laughs. ”come on, let's get ready.'' I say I held on her hands. “I'm ready to be Mrs. Hargrove.” 

She had helped me into my dress, a long ivory skirt, beaded corset top with lace sleeves that fit my curves quite nicely, standing at the mirror for quite a long time admiring the way that she looked. It wasn’t anything extravagant it was simple but fairytale like,  i knew for sure that Billy would love the way it looked on her. He had once told me that I would still look beautiful down the alse dressed in sweats and an old tee. As much as that was tempting, it wasn’t appropriate attire for our wedding day.

We hadn’t seen each other since this morning. I wish I could be in his arms right now. I was anxious to see him dressed up in his nice tuxedo.imagining how handsome he would look at the end of the aisle, i wondered if he would get emotional during the ceremony or manage to keep it all bottled up. After all, I knew I would not be able to hold back my own tears the moment my eyes landed on him waiting for me at the altar.

“You look gorgeous,” Max said as she stood behind me “Billy won’t know how to act when he sees you.”

“Do you think he’s nervous?” i asked,

“Oh I know he is. He always has been when it ever came to you. ” she said with a small smile. 

I had never imagined that I would become a wife to someone, let alone be marrying hargrove. It seemed surreal, but I was happier than I had ever been in my entire life. He was the father of my child and now is going to be the perfect husband. 

“I’m just so happy that we’ve made it here, with all the shit we have been through”

“I’m willing to bet he’s thinking the same thing.”

“Do you think all of the guests have arrived yet?” I ask, switching the subject off of almost losing him and almost dying. 

“Mm, it’s getting close to the time the ceremony is supposed to start, so probably!” she said enthusiastically. 

I smiled and was about to say something else before we heard a knock at the door. Max decided that she would be the one to answer it, just in case. Billy came to ruin the tradition of not seeing me before I walked down the aisle.

“Steve” Max greeted him with a surprised tone in her voice before she moved to let him inside the room. “Is everything alright?”

“Oh, everything’s fine! I just came to make sure y/n wasn’t getting too nervous. Wow, you look so beautiful! Hargrobe is going to fall over when he sees you walking toward him. I couldn’t help but smile at the compliment. 

“Thank you, Stevie. How is he doing?” I asked him as he took a seat.

“Yeah, he’s nervous as hell. He even threatened to punch me like typical Hargrove. But he will be fine.” he laughed.

“So did you need something?” Max asked.

“Oh, no, I just wanted to come by and check on everything, and I wanted to brag to Billy that I got to see his future wife before he did.”

“Yep, you're asking for it.” I laughed. 

“Anyway, I think they’re almost ready for you. They were telling me to get down to the altar, but I told them I had to come to see you first. Your parents should be here any minute.” he says.

“You’d better get going, you’re supposed to be standing at the altar with Billy, and you’re gonna be late!” Max said he seemed to take notice of the urgency in her voice and left the room with a quick bye and wave wave. It wasn’t much longer before my father and mother arrived at the door. 

“Your absolutely beautiful, darling. Are you ready?” my father asked, a warm smile on his face.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so ready for anything,” I answered, and we all left the room to make our way toward the ceremony.

“The ceremony is about to begin,” I heard the priest say as my bridesmaids and groomsmen formed a line with me in the back. everyone in my party gave me a thumbs up.

*Billy pov*

I  stood on a raised platform, his step mom sat in front pew, and a few of my family members scattered about. Adjusting my suit as I looked out to the carpeted path of the church.

“You’re lucky that you found someone that loves you enough to marry you.” Steve chuckles at my state of nervousness.

“Are you saying that you didn’t think anyone would ever love me?” I asked, and he burst out laughing. 

“No, I mean some people let things like that pass them by without a second thought. It’s good that you have y/n and held on to her, that’s all," Steve clarified his statement, and I couldn't help but think that he might have been referencing someone from his past…Nancy. 

“I feel lucky to still have her despite everything” I said in response. and the bridal party started to file out. Nancy, Dustin, Robin, Lucas, Joyce, Will, Mike, and El helped little Cora, who was the flower girl. And Max As she got closer, she whispered to me “she's gorgeous by the way” as she said that the doors open to reveal y/n. I could see y/n in her ivory dress, bouquet of y/f/f in her hands. She was looking straight at me, smiling that beautiful smile that lit up any room that she had ever entered. Her e/c eyes were sparkling with what I could only assume were tears, and I couldn't help but smile at her as she and her parents slowly made their way down the aisle. All I could see was her and how beautiful she looked, and the fact that she was about to become my wife. I tried to keep my emotions at bay.

“Who is it that allows this woman to be married to this man?” the priest asked. Her father smiled at both of us.

“Her parents” he said, she hugged her father and mother tightly and I shook his hand before her father made his way to sit down in one of the empty seats in the crowd, and then it was finally time.

Taking her hands in mine as she turned to face me, tears streaming down her cheeks as she smiled so lovingly at me. i reached up with one hand to wipe away her tears, and she laughed a little, seemingly embarrassed at the fact that she was crying, to begin with.

“Thank you all for being here today to witness the marriage of one of this lovely couple. I have the privilege to be the one performing this ceremony, joining two people who are in love as these two are. Anyone who has been in a room with the two of them for any amount of time can feel how much they love each other. I understand the two of you have prepared your own vows, so we’ll start with William”

“Me?” I asked quietly, and y/n giggled.

“Do you want me to go Hargrove?” she says with a teasing smirk.

“Oh shut up nerd” I sighed, which earned a chuckle from her and the crowd that had come to witness our marriage. reaching into my tuxedo with one hand pulling out the piece of paper that laid within the breast pocket. Clearing my throat.

"Not many people can say they truly married the love of their life, but I can. when we met in highschool —I used to fantasize about this exact moment—and now  I finally get to say, 'I do.' This journey, this adventure that we're on, has already challenged us as a couple, to work through hardships and obstacles, and to become stronger in our communication, in our commitment and to our love. It has been the biggest growth I have ever had for myself by far as a partner. Our relationship is full of more love and support than I could ever ask for. I have never been more adored or felt more safe, and the trust that we have built, that we have worked so hard to protect, is invaluable. So thank you. I've heard it said: 'It is better to not make a vow than to make one and not be able to keep it.' Therefore, I know what this commitment means. I promise… to help shoulder our challenges and celebrate all of our little wins. To tell you every day how much I love you and appreciate all that you do. To continue to learn from you and to follow the examples of patience and respect that you continuously share. To continue to build upon the trust that we have and to be by your side fully and faithfully. To put you and Cora first and above all, always. To try my hardest, to step away from my stubbornness, and accept that I make mistakes and that I am (to my dismay), not always right.  Most importantly, today, in front of our closest friends and family, I take you as my wife. Because this is a great love story and we're getting married and I love you." A tear fell from my eyes.

She wiped away my tear that had fallen as she still had a smile on her face as she cried. Max handed her a tissue, and she dabbed her tears away. She took a piece of paper of her own from Max. 

 "The night we played 7 minutes in heaven was the best decision in my life I had ever made in my life because now I'm so proud that today I become your wife. I love you. I love the way you make me laugh. I love the feeling of being protected in your arms. I love that you protect your family and friends. I love that you're open to trying new things. Today, I want to make promises to you that I will always keep. I promise never to stop holding your hand. I promise to give you all the love and support. I promise to share my food with you, never go to bed angry, and always honor your passions. I promise to stand by your side while you face the world. Listen to you when you speak. I promise that when you can't look on the bright side, I will sit with you in the dark. I promise to grow alongside you but also to never grow up. I promise to love, respect, protect, and trust you, and give you the best of myself, for I know that together we will build a life far better than either of us could imagine alone. I choose you. I'll choose you over and over and over, without pause, without doubt, I'll keep choosing you. Today seems like it's the start of a new journey, but I already belong to you. Falling for you wasn't falling at all—it was walking into a house and knowing you're home. I love you."

“El do you mind bringing little miss Cora with the rings.” the priest asked, and she lifted Cora from her lap into her arms, carrying her, and rings over. Cora let out a squeal when she saw us. 

“Mama! dada!” she said. Everyone in the church laughed at her cuteness.

“Hey pumpkin.” y/n says with a wide grin. As El handed the rings to me. Me and y/n gave Cora a quick kiss on her cubby rosey cheeks, which she erupted in laughter. El took her back to her seat. 

“William, go ahead and put the ring on y/n finger,” the priest instructed, and I slipped the shining silver ring embedded with tiny diamonds onto her finger. She did the same with my ring, which was also silver to match hers, and slipped it onto my finger.

“With the exchange of these rings, William and Y/N make a promise to one another to love and cherish each other for the rest of their lives. They promise to take care of one another and to keep the promises that they’ve stated in their vows. if anyone that’s gathered here today has any objections as to why they shouldn’t be married.”  There were no objections from our friends or family.

“you may now go forth and fulfill your vows with the same love and devotion which now blossoms between you. You are now Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove. And now for your first kiss as a married couple, you may now kiss”  the priest said with a smile before he backed away from the two of them. 

she pulled me down with eagerness into a passionate kiss as I smiled into the kiss as I melted against her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and leaned into his kiss, picking her up slightly before we pulled away for air. When we turned back to face our family and friends, they were all on their feet cheering and clapping loudly as we made our way out of the church hand in hand.

*y/n pov*

“Wow, Mr. and Mrs. Hargrove, that really is something.” dustin says as he hugged me

“It’s going to take some getting used to,” I said with a smile as I held tightly to Billy's hand.

“It suits you,” Billy says, placing a gentle kiss on my forehead.

“Ugh, yall are adorable. You two are so perfect together that it makes me sick. Max teased.

“We’re married,” I whispered with a smile as I looked up at him.

“I - I love you so much” he answered, unable to find any other words. He was happy, so happy that he couldn’t even think straight. The last two times I saw him this happy was when I woke up from my 3 week coma and the birth of Cora.

“Listen, I know we put a lot of planning into this whole reception thing, and there’s cake and dancing and...whatever, but, don’t you wanna just go home?”

“Home? Everyone is expecting us…what about Cora? "I laughed. 

“Sorry I can't help it, you're so gorgeous in that dress and all I can think about is getting you out of it,” his voice lowered a few octaves as he pulled me closer to him.

“Patience husband, we have a whole week to ourselves.” I say with a smirk, breaking free from his grasp, I start running off toward the reception. looking back at him, giggling as he just stared at me for a moment. 

“You coming daddy” I chuckled as I saw his eyes darken. “You're asking for it princess” He growled as he shook his head and jogged after me to join in the festivities. 

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anon says—

EXCITED FOR THIS. Talented authors collaborating? YES. I don't know if you guys write angst? But can I prettiest please request a senguko angst ab losing cora. Its cool if you guys dont write angst feel free to ignore ilyall. You guys deserve the world 🤍

Anon... Anon you've attacked my heart directly / n \

I've drawn a lot on my own experiences with grief to write this, it is very heavy angst. Please read with caution.

— 💋 Ace @missallsundaes

cw | loss, grief, character death (canon), injury mention wc | 867

Sengoku’s fist hit the wood of his desk in frustration, rattling the pens and items on it as tears streamed down the Admiral’s face. This wasn’t the plan, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go. He had dropped the receiver of the denden mushi, somewhere seeming far away rang the voice of the marine who was on the phone, reporting, asking him for confirmation, but that was distant. It wasn’t important.

Rosinante, He thought to himself, vision blurry both from the glasses pushed up to the top of his head and the tears that filled his eyes, I told you to stay away, why were you there?

He stared down at the picture on his desk, the boy that he had raised as his own, the man that he had become, instilling in him the very same sense of justice for everything in this world. He clenched his jaw, he’d seen his fair share of death, was no stranger to the pain and suffering of the world, but.. Rosinante.. He was so young, he had so much potential.. And more than that, he loved him. It wasn’t the same as losing any soldier, this was losing his son.

He took off his glasses fully, dropping them to the desk in front of him, leaning his head into his hands, memories of his son flooding back in so many ways, each happy memory tinged with pain now. Rosinante was always kinder than his own good, his heart bigger than his sense of self. But isn’t that what made him so special?

He sat back, looking up at the ceiling of his office through bleary eyes. He swallowed his tears, thinking about his favorite memories of Rosinante, trying to cement in his mind the important things. Each happy moment that he wanted to remember.

He wiped the tears away, perching his glasses on the end of his nose again, picking up the photo, the tears that had dropped onto the sheet making it fuzzy in places, studying it like the photo had the answers for him, could tell him why, could explain just a little what happened. He looked at the face of the Marine Commander, snow obscuring him, but a smile on his lips, covered in blood, bruises, and riddled with gunshots, but still smiling.

The preparations had been a blur.. A haze of choices that he knew he was present for.. But in reality it was probably Tsuru who had made the final choices, a pittance for what he had lost. And it had come, suddenly. Too soon.

The day they buried him was bright, sunny. He couldn’t stand it, the allegory to everything that Rosinante was. He looked around at everyone who had gathered around his son, the soft words of condolences from so many, every life that he had touched. Marines who had trained him. Children, now grown, that he had known as a child himself. Proving his kindness, his heart, even now, the man who gave everything to try and stop his brother.

He pursed his lips, feeling the wet in the corners of his eyes as he listened to people pay their respects, saying kind things, recounting stories, retelling his life from their perspectives. It was almost funny, stories that they told that he had never heard, things that Rosinante hid from him because they would have got him in trouble, but so vital to how someone had known him. Stories of things that were second nature to Rosinante, but meant so much to others.

He looked over the blonde, swallowing as he was trying to find words for himself. He looked smart in his full dress whites, his coat over his shoulders, a medal over his heart for his service. He placed his hand over Rosinante’s, colder, stiffer than he had ever felt it, the tears that had been threatening to fall from his eyes spilling over now.

He looked back over the group of mourners, knowing it was his time to speak. It was all too soon. Too soon to speak, too soon to lose him, too soon to bury him. He cleared his throat, clenched his jaw, and breathed out deeply before he spoke.

“For thirteen years, Rosinante has been the son I had always wanted. There’s so many stories to tell, so many things I could say to express who he was, what he meant to me.” He took a breath, letting it out slowly, “He was a cry baby, growing up, even after going through training with Garp of all people,” He heard a snort from the crowd, probably the man in question, “But who could blame him. The flames that forged him weren’t easy on someone so young, they shaped him, showed him to have empathy, to show people warmth and good will. But he was.. Him. Any emotion he felt, he felt it strongly, as so many of you can attest.”

He paused again, breathing out slowly, repeating his actions. “He had more discipline, more heart, and a stronger sense of justice than most in this world. We lost a good man, a great Marine, and a better son than I could have asked for.”

[lamburrito]

Ironstrange - The other you Chapter 4

Urg, this chapter turned out rather short (shorter than the others at least) But I think it's not too bad. So anyways : Enjoy!

Warning: Cursing

"I can't believe you still think that this is a good idea, after what he just did. Furthermore do you know how strong he is? What magic tricks he can use? What if I don't stand a chance against him? What if he kills me?! We definitely don't need another maniac running amok in this world!" Tony ranted while pacing nervously through the room. He and Wong , but mostly Stark, had managed to convince Strange to finally get dressed, so that they were alone for now. "I honestly don't think he has the desire to kill you. Anyway you are the only one I think is able to stop him and also the only one I trust with this." explained Wong who seemed way to calm for Tonys like. "Is this supposed to soothe me? Because it really doesn't." Wong walked to a shelf and took something from it, before turning back to the mechanic, who actually stopped pacing and now stood in the middle of the room with crossed arms. "Okay, you can take this. Maybe you feel safer with it." said Wong and showed Stark what he just took. "A bracelet?" questioned Tony a little confused. "A magical bracelet. If you tap on the ornament three times in a row I will know that you need help." Tony took the bracelet from Wong. "Thanks. This is better than nothing." The other man just nodded. Right in that moment Strange came back. Grinning he asked:"So, can we go now?"

Stephen had decided to take a walk. He hoped it would clear his mind and that he would come up with his next steps about what to do.

It actually was a beautiful summer day. Not too warm, just perfect. Stephen walked through a park, seeing children playing with their parents and young couples kissing under trees. All in all it seemed rather peaceful. "Well, if this isn't Stephen Strange." a unknown voice suddenly called. The Soccerer turned around and saw a big, bulky man glaring at him. A man Stephen has never seen before. "Do you remember me? Do you remember my wife you've killed?!" the man questioned obviously angry. Like with Christine Stephen raised both his hands:"Listen, this is a mistake! I am not the man, who killed your wife." But this only made the man even more angry. "Don't play innocent! I will never forget your face you bastard! Maybe the government doesn't do anything about you, but I will!" With this the man pulled out a gun and aimed at Stephen. "Any last words asshole?!" Strange sighted:"Don't do this." "I will finally get my revenge and I won't back off now!" But before the man pulled the trigger, the Sorcerer quickly made a shield around himself, so that the bullet couldn't harm him. "Damn bastard!" snapped the man. "Just stop, okay? I don't want to harm you." Stephen tried again. "Oh really? Are you trying to be a better person or some shit like this?! That doesn't erase what you have done!" Again Stephen sighted. It doesn't seemed like he was able to convince the man. So without saying anything else he opened a portal to a prison cell right under the mens feet and quickly closed it again, as said man had fallen through it. "I must say that was a nice trick. Not the most impressive I've ever seen, but still nice." commented a very familiar voice. Surprised and a little shocked Strange turned around. And indeed, there he stood: A grinning Tony Stark.

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