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ahgasegotarmy116 · 11 months ago

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He Doesn't Deserve You | A Jeon Jungkook Series | Chapter Three

Summary: You feel guilty about having a night out and hope to cover up your tracks as best you can Pairing: Noona reader x Jeon Jungkook (She's 28 and he's 22) Word Count: 2.1k~ Warnings: Yändere, smut, explicit language pretty much it lol a/n: I hope you guys like it! I'm literally horrible at writing smut but I wanted to show another side to how things can be with him sometimes (I'm saying him because I'm not gonna spoil it when you can just read it lol) regardless hope this doesn't disappoint 🫢 Requested by @kkusadmirer 💜

"Girl who was that?" Rae asks, when she walk over to my side of the bar after Jungkook left.

"His name is Jungkook and honestly I don't really know much about him. He caught me off guard and was asking me a bunch of questions that I didn't really think to ask him any" I say, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "You think he's cute don't you?" she asks taking note of my shyer demeanor while thinking about him.

"He is attractive and dreamy but I'm married" I say flashing the ring at her in a similar fashion as I had done with Jungkook. "Dreamy? Really?" she teases, snorting at my description. "I'm sorry okay he's the first nice guy I've actually talked to in a while since my husband and I got married" I say, resting my elbows on the bar and throwing my face in my hands.

"From what I heard, doesn't really sound like he's all that good of a husband" she says, not bothering to spare my feelings. "He's not that bad" I mumble, scarcely believing my words with every effort I put in to defend him.

"If you've gotta say it like that after only two people have said otherwise I don't really think you've got much going for you" she says setting a glass of water in front of me, already seeing signs of a need to stop drinking for the night.

"I mean, he's all I've ever known. He was my first serious boyfriend, my first everything if I'm being honest. We met in college and really hit it off and everything just felt right. After we graduated he asked me to marry him and it felt like a fairy tale ending you know?" I say, swirling around the ice in my cup in an effort to avoid her gaze.

"Sounds like it didn't turn out the way you thought it was going to though" she says, clearly feeling sorry for me.

"Things between us are fine" I say sitting back up and clearing my throat before taking a drink of water to hopefully help me swallow down this lump in my throat. Getting a reality check from two perfect strangers with them only knowing the tip of the iceberg of my marriage has been hard to accept to say the least.

"What's his name anyways? I might've seen him before if he likes to go out sometimes" she asks, coming back over with a pitcher to fill up my water, encouraging me to drink more.

"Taehyung, well Tae for short" I say, hoping and praying that the name won't ring a bell. "Got a picture of him?" she asks, leaning in closer when I pull out my phone. "Shit" she says under her breath as soon as she sees him.

"What?" I ask pulling it back as though her words had stung me. "He's come here a few times with some friends of his. They're one of the rowdier groups that comes by so we've had to kick them out on occasion" she says clearing her throat at the end, almost as if she's trying to hold something back.

"If you know anything else about him please tell me" I implore, refusing to be in the dark about this if she knows. "He's gone 'home' with a few girls here" she says putting home in quotes since he's obviously never brought them back to our place. "Do you know how many?" I ask, knowing that I really don't want to know the answer.

"I've lost track..." she answers, hating that she had to be the one to reveal this to me. "Did you know?" she asks with her brows pinched together. "That he's been sleeping around? Yeah, I know" I say taking a big gulp of my water as if it were the solution to this fucked up life I'm living.

"Why haven't you left?" she asks, genuinely concerned. "He's my husband" I say with glossy eyes but then clear my throat again to hopefully curb these emotions. "And? He's a dick" she says, continuing with her efforts to never pull punches. "You don't know him like I do" I say, standing up and grabbing my purse to go.

"Just, be careful okay?" she implores, placing her hand on top of mine before I get too far. "I will" I say and give her a sad smile before walking out and waiting for the cab I called a few moments ago.

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Walking into the house I'm relieved to see that Taehyung is no where to be found, the lights still having been turned off from when I had locked up.

Taking off my shoes, I quickly put them in the closet in an effort to quickly cover my tracks and I run into the bedroom soon after that. I take off my clothes and throw them into the washer to again avoid any suspicions because I don't want him even remotely knowing that I managed to leave the house on my own again.

Walking into the bathroom to take a shower as well I see that somehow some of the makeup I had applied rubbed off and I was unknowingly sporting one of the hickeys Taehyung had left. I look at it in the mirror a bit closer, starting to wonder how long it's been showing. 'Did Jungkook see it?' I question, really hoping the answer is no even though he knows I'm married, it's not something I want to show off.

It could've been worse though, he could've seen the other bruises I have that clearly show evidence of much more than just rough sex. 'How would he have reacted? Would he have said something?' I continue, asking myself question after question, soon starting to regret my decisions of going out tonight.

Did I have a good time? Sure. But it doesn't make up for the amount of fear and guilt I'm going to feel if Taehyung finds out. Will he do something? Will he get angry? Will he leave? Knowing him he would accuse me of cheating on him even though I'm the one who confirmed my suspicions.

He, like Rae is someone that doesn't pull punches literally and figuratively. It's something that I've leaned to live with, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

"Hey" I hear him say softly while opening the bathroom door, scaring me and not even realizing how lost in thought I had been. To the point of not even realizing that he had gotten home.

"Hi" I say timidly, not knowing what his next move might be.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?" he questions in a mischievous tone, already taking his shirt off. I open the glass door as a way to invite him in and I hold out my hand waiting for him, knowing I really have no choice in the matter.

"Hi beautiful" he says after getting in, placing his hands on my hips and leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips. I sigh into the kiss, thankful he's back home again and showing his softer side to me again, clearly trying to make up for how we had left things the last time we saw each other.

"I missed you" he says in a husky voice leaning down further to place a few open mouthed kisses on my neck marking me again, no doubt to make up for the ones that had started to fade. "Missed you" I say through a breathy tone then my breath hitches moments later when he bites down on my shoulder.

"You smell so sweet baby" he says running his nose along the length of my neck before making his way back up to kissing me. "It's my" *kiss* "new" *kiss* "body wash" I say, trying my best to answer but he purposefully works against me, loving the struggle I put up.

"I like it. Buy it again for me when you run out okay? I want my pretty wife smelling like this all the time" he says before flipping me around and pressing my chest agains the wall.

"You gonna be good and let me take you in here?" he asks grinding his dick against my ass making my breath pick up, not expecting this drastic change in behavior. I nod my head with my cheek against the tiles. He presses his chest flush up against my back, pushing me up against the wall even harder, making my chest feel sore as my nipples rub up against the cool surface, making me whine from the sensation.

"Aw look at you, so needy and ready to be full" he say, leaning back a bit and running his finger along my slit, feeling how I'm already clenching around nothing and dripping with arousal as the water falls on my back in a steady stream. "Fuck you look so hot right now" he says looking at my face and dragging his eyes down my figure before spreading my legs a bit and making moves to put it in.

"Wait" I whimper. "Don't worry, you can take it" he says, placing a kiss on my shoulder before sliding the tip in and making me take in a sharp breath at the intrusion, him continuing to push himself further and further inside until he's bottomed out.

He enjoys the feeling of my walls spasming around him as I feel the burn from trying to get used to him again. It isn't like this often, he usually loves to take his time prepping and teasing me until I'm begging for more but he had an almost urgency to be inside me this time.

"Fuck" he says as he starts to move in and out of me, watching the way my ass moves with every thrust and is addicted to the moans that come from me naturally, being caught off guard by all of this and not expecting this to happen tonight.

"Feels s-so good" I say, clawing at the walls for something to hold onto, knowing there's nothing there for me. He takes notice and he places his hands on top of mine, thrusting in and out with only his own hips supporting mine as he growls in my ear.

"Been dying to fuck this pretty little cunt all day. Then I come home and you're in the shower making it so easy for me to just slip it in, practically begging for my cock" he says as he slows down his thrust but puts more force behind each one.

"Isn't that right? You just want to be good for me and take it, let me have my way with you" he says pulling out and flipping me around, enjoying the dick drunk look on my face. He lifts one of my legs up and wraps it around his waist, pounding into me harder making me grab onto his neck and pull him in for a kiss, silencing my moans, making him swallow them as he coaxes more and more out of me.

"S-shit" he stutters and tells me to jump, wrapping my other leg around his waist as well so he can thrust into me harder. I clench around him when he wraps his mouth around one of my sensitive buds, hard and begging for stimulating.

"Fuck, more" I whine, desperately needing release. "You wanna cum?" he taunts, letting go of my throbbing bud with a pop. "Tae please" I moan digging my nails into his shoulders. He groans at the feeling and grips onto my waist digging his fingers into them, no doubt leaving bruises.

Giving me a few more thrusts he has my eyes rolling back and my toes curling as my orgasm hits me like a ton of bricks with him still fucking into me, helping me ride it out before he cums a couple minutes later.

Slipping out and sliding me down the wall and back on my feet he leans up against me while our breathing mixes with the sound of the water still falling all around us. He places a few soft kisses on my shoulder before pushing off the wall and placing both of his hands on my cheek, kissing me softly, helping me slowly come back down and leaving my my mind foggy and drunk on him.

"I love you" he says when he breaks apart from my lips. "I love you too" I smile, humming in contentment and feeling so good, loving that despite everything he loves me no matter what.

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wandafiction · 9 months ago

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Just Add 8 - Just Us Chapter 7

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1947

Series List | Chapter 6 | Chapter 8

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"Wait, how old are you?!"

Ding. The bell of the elevator goes off informing the two of us that we have made it to the parking garage, so instead of answering her I place my right hand at the small of her back leading her out. Quietly, I lead her to the car I will be taking her home in. This is one of my least expensive cars, I don't think Wanda would appreciate driving around New York in anything too expensive, so the Mazda Mx-5 will do. I do love this car though. I open the passenger door for her, making sure she is in before shutting the door and getting in the driver's side. I keep the hard top up because it is raining outside, so the roof will most definitely be staying up.

"How old do you think I am Wanda?" I break the silence I created, trying to decide whether I tell her or gauge what she thinks.

"Well now I think you're younger than I thought so you might take that as offensive." She fiddles with her fingers slightly looking down at her lap, as I start to car a gentle purr can be heard from the engine.

"I won't be offended, I promise. So how old did you think I was and why?" I pull out of the parking garage joining the morning rush of cars on the road. Traffic, gotta love it.

"Well I think maybe it was the suit, the hair and the makeup. But also maybe it was the way you presented yourself, very certain and very mature. Also you drink whisky like an old man." I laugh at her last reason.

"That's why. What about the how?" I glance at her for a few seconds while sitting at a red light.

"I would say mid to late 20s?" Her pitch in voice getting higher at the end, now very unsure of herself.

"So like around 27, 28. That sort of age?"

"Yeah. However, now that I'm seeing you in everyday clothes, your hair in a loose bun and little to no makeup, you do look younger than that. I don't know what it is, just seeing you all relaxed makes you look, I don't know...not so big?" She clicks her fingers a few times trying to think of the right words. "I mean you're tall, very mature, you seem to be certain of yourself, but you seem to have a childlike look when you're relaxed. No offence."

"Non taken."

"Wait, you're not a minor right?! You're not THAT young...right?" Wanda panics suddenly when she thinks about her last statement.

I place my hand gently on her thigh, keeping my eye on the road ahead. "I'm not a minor Wanda, do not panic."

"Fucking hell, I scared myself for a second." She rubs the back of her hand against her forehead, calming herself down.

"Well I'm not a minor so nothing to worry about…" I look at the road ahead and realise I have no idea where I'm going, we have just been driving around New York. "Changing the subject real quick. Where am I going?"

"Oh right. Do you mind if I input it into the GPS?" I wave my hand towards the touch screen in the car, so she leans forwards fiddling with it to set the destination.

"So now you know I'm not a minor, and that I'm also not in my late 20s. Any idea?" She leans back in her chair turning her body to face me, her eyes scanning me from head to toe trying to make an estimation.

"Can you not just tell me. Pretty pwease." Ah, that was so cute! She changed her voice to sound like a child pronouncing please. Now I can't deny her.

"So how old are the twins again?"

"14. Why?"

"Okay add 8 on to that."

"22." She takes a second. "You're 22?! 22! 22! You're 22? Holy shit. I slept with someone 11 years younger than me."

"Okay Wanda you're freaking out. Is it a bad thing." I'm kind of unsure of her reaction, I can't get a good reading of her emotions.

"No, no. Oh god no. Sorry. No." And now she can't string a sentence together, great. I peer over at her as I pull into her road only a few minutes away from where she lives. "No, it's not a bad thing at all y/n. Not a bad thing. Just a big surprise that's all. I mean I think the fact that you're only 8 year older than the boys made it sound worse."

"Okay, so don't tell people how old you are by comparing your age with their children. Lesson learned." That earns a laugh from her and smacks on the arms. As she seems to calm down, I only just register what she said about your age. "So you're 33?"

"I am." I have a smug smile on my face. "Why the smug look?"

"Because after the whole picture in the elevator, I figured you were about 32."

"Oh so you're smug because you didn't completely misjudge my age."

"Exactly."

"You're hilarious really." She looks out the window as we pull up to an apartment complex, Wanda goes all shy again. "Well this is me, uhm. If you just want to pull in next to my car, the red one, I will hop out."

"Okay sure thing. Do you want me to walk you to your door, or will the twins question my presence." I give her shoulder a nudge so she knows I'm only mentioning the twins in jest, don't freak her out y/n she has already had a few of those today.

"No, the twins are actually at their dad's this week and the next." So I might get to see more of her, that's nice. "So no I wouldn't mind you walking me to my door."

I nod, getting out of the car making my way around to her side opening the door for her. Being the gentlewoman I am, I offer her a hand as well to help her out. Wanda smiles up at me, turning to close the door gently, continuing to hold my hand as she leads me up the stairs into the complex. It doesn't take long to stop in front of her door: apartment 10.

"So this is me. Can I see you again?" She moves her free hand to my free hand, now holding our hands in between us as I rub my thumbs across the back of her hand.

"You have my number, I would like to see you again Wanda. I enjoyed your company, not just last night but this morning too. Like I said, you have my number so you decide if you want to use it. I won't be offended, that much, if you don't." A smile down at her while she squeezes my hands gently. God I want her to use my number.

"I will use your number, but I am having a girls night, with Sharon, Nat and her sister Yelena so it probably won't be until tomorrow or something."

"Well I look forward to it." She beams up at me, shuffling on her feet slightly as her fingers intertwine in-between mine alternating between standing on her toes to her heels. "What do you want to ask?"

"Just. Can I kiss you?" Wanda asks sweetly, my heart practically skips a beat and the butterflies in my stomach seem to be very lively.

"You can, you don't have to ask to kiss me."

Wanda pulls our hands around her back, keeping her hands locked with mine, stepping up on her tiptoes; and leaning her head back puckering up her lips as her eyes stare intensely into mine. Only now do I see how green they actually are. The club lights were too dim to show them off, we were lost in lust last night and with my head between her legs a lot of the time I hardly had time to appreciate them, and this morning she was in the bath. However, I can see them for their true beauty now. Such a vivid green, like a forest in the middle of spring or summer. So alive with life that everything is a pure swirling mixture of bright and dark greens.

Lost in the forest that are her eyes, I jump slightly when I feel her hands move up my arms to cup either side of my neck running her fingers along my jawline.

"Lost in that inner turmoil again?" Her voice so soft, barley a whisper obviously aware of my little jump and not wanting to scare me further.

"No, no. Just looking at you."

"You like staring huh?" She smiles as her thumb of one of her hands runs across my bottom lip.

"Admiring." Wanda playfully rolls her eyes, but keeping the atmosphere calm. "I was going to kiss you, but then I sort of got lost in your eyes, cheesy I know. But I haven't had time to see the true color of them."

"Your right. That's cheesy, but I appreciate the flattery." I smile softly as I lean down, as she puckers up her lips again a playful glint in her eyes.

As our lips meet we both let out a small sigh, closing our eyes and enjoying the moment. There is no fight for dominance or no sign of lust. Its just the two of us pouring everything into the kiss. I smile against her lips, which causes her to smile, basically breaking the kiss apart. I rest my forehead against hers, as her hands go from my neck and jaw to the back of my neck playing with my baby hairs.

"I will let you get ready for your girls evening." She gives me a quick peck, smiling bashfully at me.

"I will text you."

"I can't wait." I peck her lips one last time as she removes herself from me, rifling through her bag to get to her keys.

"You just going to stand there like a weirdo?" Wanda asks as she places the key in the keyhole.

"Yup." I say popping the P. "Well I'm a gentlewoman, so I got to make sure you get home safely."

"We are literally at my door." I shrug.

"And I might have left, and then you might have found out that you left your key at my place. But by the time you make it down the stairs I would have already driven away. And then you would have messaged me, which in turn would cause me to go home. Get the key. Come back. All that time locked outside your door, anything could happen. It's New York, unfortunately." A shit eating grin on my face appears after I finish my theory.

"Well I'm Sokovian, so I can handle myself." She jests.

"Of course you can, I have no doubt. But you can never be too safe. So now that I can see your doors open, and you about to walk in. I will say by goodbye and turn around." I turn around as I say so, and start walking off waving behind my back. I smile when I hear her laugh shouting something like 'weirdo' down the hall.

Sitting back down in the car I let out a whisper scream, in excitement, as my internal scream causes me to shake in excitement. Holy shit! That just happened! The whole night and morning. I can't wait to hear from her. I turn my car on, and start driving home. The smile never leaving my face.

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year ago

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two white butterflies | d. targaryen

Description: He begins dating a singer, and you kinda hate the spotlight. Pairing: accomplished!daemon targaryen/singer!reader.

"How do you even open this?" you gruff while attempting to open the bottle of wine sitting aimlessly on your countertop. Daemon, your boyfriend of eight years, lets out a chuckle - watching with amusement while you struggle with opening the merlot. "If you need my help, tell me." he takes a casual sip of his black coffee.

His independent girl.

"I can do it," you encourage yourself while gathering all the strength you can muster in taking the cork off. It was supposed to be easy because of the tool - but it only made it feel harder. After a few more seconds of struggling, you finally give in.

You take a step towards him - poking his sides slightly and his attention is torn from the newspaper. "Can you help me?" you flash him those puppy eyes and he hums, taking the bottle and the unscrewer from your hands - opening the bottle with ease.

"Why are you drinking so early in the morning, princess?" he asked, returning his attention back to the newspaper. A small sigh escapes your mouth, remembering the current problem on your hands. "I feel like - I'm entering my flop era," you complain, pouring yourself a glass of wine. His eyebrows merged into each other.

"Meaning?" he inquired - not fully versed with the slang.

"I've finally reached the point in my career where no one gives a fuck about me." you breathed, remembering the speech that your manager gave about streaming numbers - and how you didn't have enough. "I give a fuck about you," he whispered, forgetting about the newspaper for a moment and wrapping his arms around you.

"I give a fuck about you too," you lean into his touch - and he begins to bury his face on the crook of your neck.

There was a niche part of the music industry that belonged solely to you - but with the revolutions in music, the fans have forgotten about you. They've forgotten about their aesthetic roots of americana.

"- I feel pressured right now, the label is counting on me to come up with songs." you rant, knowing that failure was about to follow you. This was about to be your fourth studio album - and everyone knows about the 'fourth' curse. "We'll come up with songs together," he promised, pressing a soft kiss on your collarbone.

He'd do everything to make you happy.

(your full name): 'White Dress' out at 12 AM EST. makeup by @archiemakeup photo by @professordaemontargaryen

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tyronebelmonte: NO WAY BECAUSE THE GUY WHO TOOK THE PHOTO IS MY PROFESSOR 🤩

y/nworld: w'ere so excited 🧡

Another sigh escapes your mouth seeing the numbers on your instagram. Only a hundred thousand likes - nothing compared to the millions you had when you were starting out.

Daemon takes the phone out of your hands.

"Stop checking it," he commanded, closing your phone and settling it down the night table. He hates the way that your eyes held nothing but sadness in it nowadays. "- numbers don't matter, your voice and your songs sound amazing." he added - complimenting you and pressing soft kisses on your lips.

Part of the reason he fell for you - was because of your voice.

It was akin to a siren.

"I'm too old for this," you pout, burying your face in his chest.

It was nice when you were eighteen - but now that you were twenty-eight. You were 'nearing' expiration simply because they couldn't fetishize your age anymore.

"Darling, you're 28 and I'm 35 - you're too young for this. Believe me." he hummed, placing a strand of your hair away from your face.

spongebobmultifandom: Missing this era of Y/N L/N, now she's just 💀...ion wanna talk.

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kingdomfall_7: she kinda looks too old now 😭

bitchesandbananas9123: I thought I was the only one lol

(your full name): if you don't have anything good to say, please keep your mouth shut. 😊

"A fucking hatepost has more likes than my actual post," you rant - throwing your phone loudly on the mattress. Tears began flowing out of your eyes while your lover does his best to comfort you. "Hey," he wrapped his arms around you - thinking that it would be enough to bring you to reality.

"If you want to run away from this - I have no complaints." he suggested, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

Running away was going to be the bravest thing you've ever done.

y/nworld_whitedressera: "This is going to be the last song I sing for all of you. I had a fun time changing everything and writing songs that I shared, but this is the end of the line." - Y/N L/N while singing "Nothing New" in Taylor Swift's Eras Tour.

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(your full name): Releasing the deluxe version of Blue Bannisters, with bonus song "Violets for Roses".

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madelinediaz: I'm about to throw hands, who hurt mom?

y/nlover: NOT YA'LL MAKING MY AESTHETIC COCAINE PRINCESS QUIT HER JOB 😭 I DON'T WANNA GO BACK TO LISTENING TO RAP MUSIC

ShakiraFAN: The song is so sad, we're gonna miss you 🥺

Y/N L/N, WHERE IS SHE NOW?

The songstress had a blossoming career and a cult-like following, however she suddenly fell of the grid after her grammy winning song 'White Dress.'

According to insiders, the singer couldn't handle the hate that comes with fame - and the music industry's double standards.

She is currently married to Dr. Daemon Targaryen M.D. P.hD and is living in Spain. "I'm happier than ever and I'm still writing songs, but now - he's the only one allowed to listen." the former-singer reports.

y/nworld: ppl in her label say that there was supposed to be another album after "Blue Bannisters" named "Chemtrails Over the Country Club" AND WE DIDN'T HAVE THE CHANCE TO HEAR IT.

maybe_y/n: listened to her leaked album (toaster quality recording) and now the only thing i want is for it to be published (it never will)

part two is how to disappear

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arsenal-womens-1 · 5 months ago

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Chapter 23 page 28

Sorry that this has taken a few days I’ve been sick

Hannah's eyes widened in surprise, and she furrowed her brow in thought. "I honestly have no idea how my shorts ended up in your room. Last night was such a blur for all of us."

I sigh. What happened last night? A member of staff shouted that the bus was here. Glancing at Hannah, we got on the bus, making our way to Trafford Square. At some point, Lucy stood up and offered people some sort of liquor. Saying no, I sat down and tried to put everything together.

We just got off stage. I’ve got about 20 minutes until I get picked up. I need to talk to Georgia. Trying to find her was a bit difficult, but I eventually said, “Georgia, can we talk?” She got up out of her seat and took that as a yes. We walked away from the madness. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything. Tears threatened to spill over. “I can’t just get over us; I love you and I always will. I can’t just pretend that we didn’t happen and that we didn’t love each other." My chest hurt as memories flooded my mind.

I'm sitting on the sofa. It’s been two months since the lockdown started. We started dating around a month ago. It’s the best decision I’ve ever made. “Food should be done soon,” I called out. Looking up, she stood in the door frame. “I’ll be there in a moment,” she replied. She walked back into the kitchen. After a few minutes, I walked in and over to the seats that were in there. She placed down the food. We didn’t talk as we ate; we just enjoyed the silence. After we cleaned up, we went to the sofa where we cuddled up to each other. We were watching some random TV show when she whispered, “I love you.” It felt like time stopped in that moment.

“You remember when you first told me you loved me?" A small smile crossed her face.

“Yeah, I will never be able to forget the way you looked when I said it. You went all red."

Laughing at the memory, “How can we just get over all that?"

She leaned her head on my shoulder and said, “We never will." She repeated, "We never will, but we have to. Maybe if it were different, it wouldn’t be so hard, but you need to go to Spain, and I need to go to Germany. I wish there was another way, but I can’t think of another way.”

I couldn’t let her go. “I’ll tell them no. I’ll give up football. I’ll do anything if it means that we can be together."

She stood in front of me and wiped my falling tears. “You can't. I won’t allow you to give this up. It’s all you have ever dreamed of, and I won’t allow you to give up football for me. I won’t allow you to destroy yourself for me."

I wiped her tears, and now we were both crying. “I want you more than football. I love you more than football." Something in her eyes broke me. "You were supposed to be my happily ever after. We were supposed to get married, have three kids, and grow old together. I don't want to give that up, Georgia."

There was no point in trying to wipe mine or her tears anymore; there were too many to wipe away.

"And maybe we can still have that, but not right now. Someday in the future, maybe, but not right now. We need to do this for ourselves. We can have everything, but not right now.”

I knew what she was saying was true, but I didn’t want her to go. "You need to go, Lilly. I'll see you soon. I promise. But you need to do this if not for you, please go play for Barcelona. You’ll do good."

As the taxi pulled out, all the girls were standing around. I was only focused on one person as they all got smaller and smaller as the car got further and further away. I knew what she said was right, but it didn’t make any of it any less painful.

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You are Everything (Gavi x reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are linked here

Day 3: "I love you."

"Amor, turn the lights off and come to bed."

You and Gavi had been dating for several months now. Given the nature of his job, you didn't get to see him often if you weren't at his house. So this evening, like many others, you were at Pablo's apartment to spend the night so that you could have some quality time together. Unfortunately, you were also a university student, which meant that nights at Pablo's were never free from studying or homework. Tonight was no exception. You were sitting on the couch, laptop open in front of you with notes scattered as you tried to figure out your problem set.

"I can't right now, Pablo. I need to finish this."

"Amor, you can finish in the morning. Tomorrow is Sunday. Just get some sleep, and it might be easier to do when you're well rested."

You turned to look at Gavi, eyes tired and body aching. You pulled your glasses off your face. Before you could make a smart comment at him, your eyes began to water, and then you were crying. Gavi's concern was obvious. He got out of bed and came over to you, hugging your form that was shaking with sobs.

"Baby what happened?" He said, softly rubbing circles into your back. You couldn't speak. Sobs wracked your body. You used your remaining strength to stand, and Gavi took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you, embracing you tightly. You continued to cry into his shoulder. He switched off the light, leading both of you to the bed. He laid down with you, keeping you close to his chest. He rubbed circles into your back, placing gentle kisses on your forehead.

"I won't be able to do it Pablo. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. I'm stupid. I don't know why I convinced myself I could do this degree. I'm an idiot and I should drop out." You said softly sniffling against his chest. He separated the two of you slightly, moving one hand up to caress your face.

"Amor don't ever say that about yourself. You are incredibly intelligent and hard working, and you are more than capable of finishing this degree with excellence. I see how much effort you put in. I see the dedication. I see the lack of sleep and sacrificing meals so you can keep studying. I see how you haul your books here every night so I can see you and you can get work done. I'm always in awe of how smart you are. My girl is wonderful and intelligent and sexy. Please don't allow yourself to think anything different. You're amazing."

Your eyes welled up with tears again.

"Why are you being so nice to me?"

"Because I love you. You're my girl."

Your breath caught in your throat. This was the first time either of you had said it. You stared deeply into his eyes, trying to decipher if he meant it in a romantic way or not.

"Pablo you don't even know what love is."

"Yes I do. Love is that feeling I get after every kiss, where my heart swells and I feel like I'm on another planet. It's the way that sometimes I look at you in the morning, with the sun hitting your face, and you're so beautiful it hurts to breathe. Everything in this world reminds me of you: the blue of the sky, the smell of the rain, the feeling of the sun on my skin. Everything makes me think of you, and you're all I want to think of. You are everything. I love you."

You looked up at him with wet eyes.

"Say it again."

"I," he kissed your forehead, "love," another kiss to the cheek, "you." He punctuated the statement with a deep and passionate kiss.

"I love you. I think I will continue loving you till I'm no longer on this Earth. I love you I love you I love you."

"Pablito... I love you too."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: a little short, but hope y'all enjoyed! I am literally falling asleep while typing. On a more personal note, I submitted my application for Grad school today. Clap for me pls. Part 3 of "Just Pretend" taking longer than I thought - sorry for the delay!

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Just a Little Further 39

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After our meeting, Gord and Um'reli went over options for trading. He didn't seem to give any indication that anything was amiss from our previous talk. After a bit of good natured haggling, Gord decided on taking a small amount of our currency - he was interested in the metallurgy of it - and a bale of our local tea for a dozen liters of maple syrup and a 10 kilos of coffee. I don't know if it was a fair trade or not, but he was pleased.

We saw him off with a smile and a wave, and the moment the Medicine Hat disconnected, The smile fell from my face. I turned to Ava. "We need to prep for the invasion. Now."

Ava was taken aback. "What? Now now?"

I was already striding towards the Throne. "Now. I'm calling the Builders. We need to be gone already."

Ava ran to catch up with me as I walked. "What's wrong Melody? Talk to me. What happened."

"Gord happened. He's some kind of highly placed AI. Maybe their leader? He didn't make it clear, and I couldn't tell. What he did make clear is that they're onto us. He came to spy on us and see what our opinions on AI were and he clocked the invasion fleet."

"But we're not anti-AI..."

"Yes, I managed to convince him of that."

"Then what's the rush?"

"He still thinks I'm incredibly dangerous and shouldn't exist." I stopped and turned to Ava. "Hon, I Voiced him and the first time he was able to shake it off. The second time it took, but I kept the commands somewhat generic and things he was leaning towards anyway. Things like 'we're not a threat' and 'tell everyone we're nothing to worry about' stuff like that." I started walking again. "He's going to go back to human space and report to... someone, then he'll realize he's been duped and they'll come and attack. We must be first. We have to go now."

Ava nodded. "Right. Okay Melody, everyone is on their way. If you say it's time to go, then it's time to go."

By the time I got to my Throne, most of my Builders were here. At this point there was over 100 of them. Between the Builders who run the Reach, and the Builders who operate my starships, and the Builders who help make new ones, I had a large group of people. As I cast my eyes over them, I remembered when it was just me and Ava and Omar and Um'reli walking into the Throne ourselves. It feels like so long ago, but was it even a decade? It's hard to imagine that so much has changed.

I sit on the Throne and leaned back and became Reach of the Might of Vzzx. Everyone sees me go slack, and suddenly I can see them all overhead. I'll speak through the Reach to them. It will be like I'm talking to everyone personally. "Builders. The time of our victory has come. Tomorrow morning, we shall link to the Sol system, and begin our conquest. We shall show them what it means to be Builders, what it means to be a subject of the Empire. Go, knowing that I love you all and that together we will be victorious!"

As one, they snap their heels together and bowed. I am so proud of them.

Ava and I head back to our rooms and plan. She's going to come with me on Vengeance of Lavinia II with Raaden in Command. I'm not going to officially be in command of anything. She will be in command, carrying out my orders. I'm coming along mostly to be the Voice when needed as we capture locations.

We planned it out months ago. After a Starbase or City is captured, we'll get the administrators together and I'll give a speech. I'll explain how they are now subjects of my empire and that I intend to leave the administrative hierarchy in place as it is now... just with me at the top. Any taxes that they pay will now be paid to me, and in return we shall protect and care for them just as we do for the Reach. We are making no plans to introduce new laws, or new religions or change the status of any people.

We are going to start by linking to Sol. Venus will be our beachhead. From there, we will send a crew to the Mercury Array and capture it. They mostly generate power and do high temperature manufacturing for the system, so it has a low population. Once they're captured, we're moving on to Luna and the Orbitals in the Lagrange points around Earth. From there, Earth itself. Ideally within a month, we will have taken all of Venus' territory and from there can expand to the High Mars Cities and the rest of the OPA. Given their distance, I see that taking a few more months, but outside of our first year, we should be able to secure the entire Sol system.

That doesn't mean that construction will stop either back here. We will be building more Calamity Class Dreadnoughts as well as training more volunteers. Eventually, I hope to be recruiting volunteers from Venus, Earth and the other locations, but for now we will be going with my best from the Reach.

After going over the plans one more time I take a bath with Ava. It will probably be our last bath for a while. As much as I wanted one, Omar said there wasn't room on the super dreadnoughts for a bath. We floated together, staring at the city lights through our window like we always do. Ava takes up her usual place next to me and we stare silently out into the night. "Melody, I'm worried."

"About what Ava? Everything is all planned out. We have the ships, we have the people, we have the plan. I think it's all going to go well. Didn't you want us to not dawdle any longer and go?" I smile in the dark.

"I don't know Melody, I'm just... scared I guess. I know why we're doing this, hell I was one of the ones who pushed you to actually invade. But now that it's real, I'm worried. It would be so easy for us to fail, for us to be destroyed."

I reach over and give her a hug. We sit there, grasping each other for a while in the dark. "I know Ava. But, all we can do is try. It's too late to back out. At this point, we go... or are gone."

Ava sighed. "You're right. We can't back down now. But, I'm allowed to think that this is crazy and scary but also that we need to do it to stay alive."

I nod. "I'll tell you what Ava. I'll do everything I can to stay alive and be a good Empress, but I need something from you."

"Anything Melody, just tell me."

"Stay by my side."

She snuggled in further. "I wouldn't be anywhere else."

That morning we packed up. Ava and I went to the Vengeance of Lavinia II and came aboard to cheers and salutes. It took hours as a ship would dock, everyone came aboard, left and would repeat.

Finally, around dinner, we were ready. We had a huge communal meal in the massive canteen on the Lavinia II. I had specifically requested that the dining hall be able to hold as close to everyone as possible. I liked that sense of comradery we had on FarReach when we ate together. Walking around and listening, I heard snatches of conversation and laughter. Spirits were high, and everyone was excited for our assumed victory. I connected to all the ships - all seventeen of them - and gave a speech explaining what we were doing, why we were doing it and how we were going to help everyone in Sol.

I ordered one more night rest around the Reach, and after some training and getting a feel for the operation of the dreadnoughts with a full compliment of people, we went to bed, satisfied.

The last day dawned, and I was up on the Command Deck, in full Empress regalia. Flowing gown, wings and crown, with Ava at my side in a similar but simpler outfit. No longer just a Builder, I wanted my Wife to be dressed in a way that showed everyone who she was, how much she meant to me.

Grand Admiral Raaden sat in the command chair, her royal blue uniform razor sharp, pressed and elegantly tailored. Her hair was freshly cropped and she was smiling and chatting with her deck officers. I bet Venusian Archduke Raaden didn't smile very often.

"Having fun, Grand Admiral?" I laugh lightly and nod to her as we find two seats at the back of the deck, with a full view of everything.

Helen turns, and her smile gets even larger. "I'm having the time of my life Empress. Remind me to thank you again."

"Thank me? Why?"

Raaden rolls her eyes gently. "Melody, you taking a chance on me has caused me to realize a dream. I'm happy in my work, I have friends, and I'm using my skills to help people. You are the best thing to have happened to me."

My eyes tear up in the corners, just a bit. "Oh Helen." I stride over and bend down, giving her a hug. "You are a good friend, and we're lucky to have you." I stand straight. "We're all lucky to have you."

As I go back to my seat, a deck officer, an Aviens, looks up from their station. "Grand Admiral. We have received word from the other ships. Everyone is in place and settled for wormhole link."

I lean back in my chair just a bit and connect. Omar and Um'reli were able to reverse engineer the Throne and put a similar system in all the Calamity Class ships so we can stay in near instantaneous communication. They tried three times to explain to me how it works, but I kept on getting distracted and tuning them out. I finally just said "I'm glad you figured it out, and I'm also glad I don't need to know how it works to use it."

"Omar, you good to go?"

"Yup, Um'reli and I are over here ready and waiting. I have to say, being in the Captain's chair is quite a bit different than running things behind the scenes. I'm glad Um'reli is here to help out."

"He's being modest Melody, Omar is doing great. I swear I'm not doing anything, it's all him."

They laugh together as they work. Omar had asked if he and Um'reli could captain a ship together. I didn't see any issue with it and after I approved it, a few more couples came forth and asked to Captain together. It'll be a good thing, I just know it.

"Janais, are you good?"

"I am more than good, Empress, I am content. Possibly for the first time since Aeche left, I am content. Thank you Empress. We will be victorious."

Memories of Aeche, Janais' ship has more hours on their wormhole generator than all my other ships combined. Janais loves to link from place to place. She took a tour of all of our old systems and confirmed that they're all dust and nebulae. We decided to leave Gilmenny fallow and let nature recover there. Maybe in a few centuries we'll come back and set up a small colony, but for now, it can rest.

One by one, I personally check in with all my Builder Captains. Ginny has her first command, and I can tell Raaden is incredibly proud of her. Will was given his own ship as well, with most of the crew of the original Lavinia with him. The rest of the ships are captained by people from the Reach. I want to make sure everyone knows that we are in this together. It's not some upstart humans dragging over 13 million sapients into a war of conquest.

We're all in this together and every single person here is a volunteer who wants to be here.

As I come back to the command deck of the Lavinia II, I look around. Everyone is bustling about, triple checking to make sure everything is ready. It's not needed though, I know it is. We've been ready for months. Everyone was just waiting on me.

Well, now I'm ready.

I take a moment and flare the wings and crown just a bit, so they glow just enough to be dramatic. I gesture towards the screen. "Grand Admiral Raaden? It's time to begin. Please take us to Sol."

"Aye Empress."

We link home.

Part 40 (the end)

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space orcs #humans go on adventure #humans are space oddities #sci fi writing #writing #humans and ai #humans and aliens #the k'laxiverse #jpitha #just a little further

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Fortune Lover Pirates Meta

Due to certain bots that the staff do nothing about infecting my post with likes in order to try to infect the site further, I decided to delete the original post and make this one as a replacement. I failed to save the question before deleting by mistake, so please accept the meta-styled opening presented below.

Fortune Lover, the most popular game from Ai Fortuna Software, has gained a bit of infamy among new fans as The Pirate Game With No Pirates. Indeed, a common question on the forums and various social media sits is "Why is there so much pirate content for Fortune Lover if its set in a magic school?"

We here at LOGO Media Publication have thus decided to do a little digging on the internet and have come back with all the fun data you need to get a better understanding of why it is that a pirate's life is often seen as Maria's lot!

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queenmaryhunt I've finally figured it out! Maria is Martin Campbell's daughter! It all makes sense! Her father disappeared when she was little, so she doesn't know he's technically the Pirate King, let alone any pirate at all! The timeline even matches up! captainnatalia I know you didn't insult the Gentleman Pirate by comparing him to that lowlife that abandoned Maria and her mom because of rumors! Martin Campbell would never be like that! bluejetpack yeah! martin was abandoned and alone until captain natalia took him in! he'd never do that to his own wife and daughter! queenmaryhunt No! Listen! In Martin Campbell: Pirate King's secret ending, he told Captain Natalia's grave that he was going to sail out for the last time so he could pull enough money together to get his unnamed wife and daughter a house in the capital so they wouldn't "be bothered by close-minded villagers anymore.' And what did Maria's voice actor say in her interview when asked about if Maria had any friends in her village? "Maria never really fit in with the villagers after her magic came in at the age of five and the people assumed she was the result of her mother having an affair with a noble. Her dad even disappeared a year later." geomaria-stan1123 That's her opinion, not official lore! The DLC they're going to release is on Golden Sands. In the first game, Old Baron Terni owns that land, and he let the Fortuna Amata make berth there as part of an unofficial agreement. You'll see when the DLC comes out that he's probably going to cameo as part of an old painting or something. Maria being Martin Campbell's daughter is as likely as them adding in a Katarina Route to a DLC!

queenmaryhunt You all owe me an apology! "The Gentleman Pirate disappeared nine years ago, which is why we took up his contract with the new Baron." That's what Marie said! Nine years! Back when Maria would've been 6, you know, when Maria's father suddenly disappeared! marikata9430 I'll take posts that keep getting funnier with each DLC for 500. fortune-lover-heritage-posts Fortune Lover Heritage Post (August 28, 2017).

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sophiasemeraldprincess So, I'm probably giving myself away as a newbie to the fandom, but what's the deal with the pirates in this fandom? Everywhere I look, there are pirate OCs, Pirate Captain Katarina, Pirate Maria, Maria on a pirate ship... I thought, from all of this, that Fortune Lover had pirates all over the place mc-gentlemanpirate As a lifelong fan of the Ai Fortuna Software Multiverse, I can answer this one, but it's a bit of a long story. See, back at the start, Ai Fortuna was a small company that released their first game, Martin Campbell: Gentleman Pirate. The game was very popular in its time, detailing the adventures of a young beggar child named Martin, who stowed away on a ship to get away from it all, only to be discovered and mentored by Captain Natalia Petra Campbell, sworn enemy of the undead Pirate King Black Boris Edmund Guy, who dies at his hand by the end of the tutorial. From there, it's Martin's revenge quest centered around him figuring out his place in the world of piracy, whether or not he'll be a gentleman of fortune or a cutthroat mercenary. The good end, which is the canon one, has him kill Black Boris and being proclaimed the Pirate King. Since Martin and Maria share initials, as well as having identically fluffy blond hair, a lot of fans gravitated towards the idea that Maria was his daughter with his wife, who were both mentioned in the sequel, Martin Campbell: Pirate King. (Fun fact: When Fortune Lover's first trailer came out in 2014, a lot of people even thought that Maria was Martin in disguise in a midquel game.) Eventually, when the DLC started rolling out, the first was Golden Sands, set in his usual place of berth, the eponymous island, and it was revealed he had only disappeared nine years prior, which was when Maria's father had left. This was all speculation for the longest time, until the databook revealed this was always the lead writer's plan, with the Pirate's Promise DLC having been planned to be the sequel until the studio came in and ordered Mysteries in the Magical Ministry, which did... Alright, but was not as well received as Pirate's Promise, which is currently being made into its own spinoff series. TL;DR - Ai Fortuna Software was originally a pirate game company and Fortune Lover was written by a pirate series writer, so the fans immediately latched onto the pirate game parts because of the fact that it was a loving continuation of a beloved series. marikata9430 Also because Romanceable Pirate Captain Katarina. marisofilove2020 Definitely because Pirate Captain Katarina. marydeservesbetter Lots of people thirsting for Katarina even in an old uniform and bandages and a legitimate development history lesson for the series. Fortune Lover fandom, never change.

Fortune Lover Databook

From Left to Right: Sophia Ascart, Katarina Claes, and Mary Hunt as they appeared in the first poster for Fortune Lover that portrayed the rivals.

Fortune Fact: While Sophia Ascart and Mary Hunt were officially named at the time of the first poster of the rivals being released, they and Katarina Claes, at the time named Tatiana Terni, did not, at the time, have any set personalities, leading to a lot of fans to start to speculate. Many had naturally guessed that Tatiana would be the primary antagonist, and there had actually been some suspicion that Sophia was actually a ghost, and that Mary was secretly in love with Maria and would be a capture target. There was also a lot of speculation that Tatiana would be revealed to be a pirate or at least affiliated with them due to her being a Terni.

Bonus Fortune Fact: Fans of the Martin Campbell series had quickly taken notice of Tatiana's surname, as well as Maria's own, which is believed to be the reason why studio heads told the creator to rename Tatiana, to avoid any further incorrect announcements on fansites that this was a Martin Campbell game.

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Pictured: Maria Campbell's main character reference for sprites.

Fortune Fact: Maria Campbell's signature attire was the result of a massive server crash at Ai Fortuna Software's main office, which included Keith's original design from when he was Noelia Flores's twin, grey-haired Geordo, and Sophia With Glasses. Initially, Maria's hair had sea shells, in place of flowers, and her dress was originally navy blue, with black boots with brass buckles, and a similarly colored belt and the bow around her neck was originally a black neckerchief, all of which were meant to call to mind Captain Natalia, who wore green and had an unbuttoned greatcoat, but otherwise wore similar attire. This was likely what contributed to the fan believe that she was secretly Martin.

Interviews

Excerpt from an interview with Maria Campbell's voice actress:

Interviewer: So, you said that you once met the English voice actress for Maria at a convention, and that the two of you are friends. Have the two of you ever noticed any similar issues that you have to deal with when playing Maria? Since the DLCs tend to get delayed elsewhere, I presume that she doesn't have to clear her schedule as often as you do for them...

MVA: *chuckles* No, she doesn't have to deal with that, but one thing we both learned is that we're both big fans of the first Martin Campbell game.

Interviewer: Really?

MVA: Yeah, so we both had the same issue, which was that this is an Ai Fortuna game, and the main character's last name is Campbell, so of course we both did the read with Maria using what the Director to this day calls "Martin Voices" whenever I do it.

Interviewer: Martin Voices?

MVA: Martin speaks differently to different people in the game, using Yamanote most of the time because that's what Natalia taught him. When he's really angry, though, he slips into his native Kyushu. In America, he usually uses RP British, but slips into some other British accent that I honestly don't remember the name of at the moment for the life of me. Martin voices are us copying that, even though Maria is supposed to talk more in a Shitamachi dialect in Japanese and a more "standardized" American accent that I also can't recall the entire time.

Interviewer: How did that work out?

MVA: If you go online and look up "Martin's Daughter Scary Flirts" or "British Maria Flirts With Katarina" online, you can see how the fans reacted to the released recordings of either of our slip-ups... I think someone actually animated the English one to include a kiss. But yeah, we both went in under the understanding that her missing dad was actually Martin, and now with all the DLCs out, we know we're right.

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Excerpt from an Interview with Katarina's Voice Actress:

Interviewer: What are your thoughts on all those pirate DLC sets?

KVA: I love them! Katarina is romanceable in all of them, I get to have her treat people in ways never seen before, and I get to play my favorite type of character: A pirate. She's good at it, too.

Interviewer: Any favorite additions to the cast?

KVA: Pretty much all of them to be honest.

Interviewr: All of them?

KVA: Yep, every foreign exchange student, every citizen, and especially every member of the crew.

Interviewer: If you had to choose, though?'

KVA: That's a tough one. *pauses in thought* I guess Anne takes the lead, with Martin Campbell, Maria's dad, taking a reasonably solid second place for nostalgia’s sake. Anne gives Katarina someone to bounce off when she's not talking to Maria. But yeah. Pirate Katarina remains my favorite setting, so I might be biased...

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ailesswhumptober day 28: internal bleeding / needles and stitches / "i didn't think the wound was that bad..."

chapter 7 / 7 of i'm too close to breaking | rated t, chose not to warn

no matter how many times vic goes on missions with the doom patrol, he will never stop being surprised at how bizarre they are. the missions, not the doom patrol; getting used to them was surprisingly simple.

being encased in boiling wax, awake and breathing but unable to do anything else, wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't preceded by the candlemaker disguising itself as doctor cowboy. paralyzed and suffocating in viscous liquids is almost par for the course for their team, abstract concepts brought to life isn't uncommon, and not a day goes by without some sort of family drama, but the combination is draining.

"vic! a little help here, please!"

it's the please from cliff's disembodied head which really gets under vic's skin. it's polite and panicked and everything cliff isn't, but then again, cliff usually isn't encased in wax and scattered across a fairground. vic ignores the flames as he rushes to retrieve cliff's head and place it safely on a miraculously intact red wagon.

"i gotta check on the others, and then i'll help put you back together," vic calls over his shoulder.

cliff makes a few protesting noises before grumbling that cyborg should get his ass in gear if he ever wants a chance at proving himself to the justice league.

he runs on the smoldering ground, grateful that the wax and flames have dissipated. grid scans every person that they pass, confirming that those who were standing or sitting in place survived the candlemaker with minimal surface-level burns. the ones who had been in motion, running or being trampled on as the candlemaker attacked, have moderate internal bleeding at best. grid calls for various emergency services to be dispatched to their location, and vic tunes it out as he follows dorothy's sobs to a crumpled tent.

"dorothy!" the girl is curled up into a ball, buried beneath the fabric. a support beam covers her legs, and a quick scan reveals dislocated bones but no nerve damage. "hey, dorothy, can you look up for me? i need to check your eyes."

dorothy shakes her head. "leave me here forever and ever."

"you know i can't do that."

"you have to! it's all my fault that everyone got hurt, and i knew it would happen but i didn't care and now everyone's hurt."

vic sighs, trying to clear the figurative fog away while the literal smoke covers everything in a haze. "they're gonna be okay," he says. "grid's got medics and firefighters on the way, ready to take care of them."

"robo-boy!" kipling shouts. "your team needs you. leave this one to me." his face is battered and bruised, and he has niles's body in his arms. "those messes out there are your family; the caulders are mine."

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rita's skin sloughs off her body, leaving her aching and raw. oddly enough, she can still see everything clearly in front of her; her eyes are still where they belong, not floating around in the blob.

"rita! thank god you're okay!" larry runs up to her, wax stalactites hanging from his sleeves, and she realizes her body is still intact.

"the candlemaker," rita whispers, trying to shake off the last of the wax. "is it gone? where's dorothy?"

"dorothy fought it off. last i saw, kipling's with her and what's left of the chief."

the sounds of the carnival attendees returning to life amidst the destruction fill the air. rita takes a deep breath, gathering her courage to become a hero and help guide the people to safety, when larry's words set in.

"what's left of the chief?" she repeats. "then he…"

"dead," larry confirms. "i still don't get it, but whatever magic bound his life to dorothy's was cut off when she banished the candlemaker or whatever."

or whatever is as fitting of an epithet as anything for the chief's demise. or perhaps roxy and all the terrible memories associated with her have warped rita's brain, leaving her incapable of grief and sympathy for the man who gave her a chance when no one else would. she looks around the fair again, at the blaring red and white lights and the actual heroes, and turns her eyes to the ground.

"is that cliff's shirt?"

"what?" larry asks, following her gaze. "huh, yeah. it is." he bends down to pick it up, and a piece of cliff's torso falls from it. "we're never gonna hear the end of this, are we?"

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kay's room doesn't have a lot of light. she knows how to do her puzzle by feeling out the jagged edges, starting with the borders and corners before working on the middle. a bright flash temporarily blinds her, and then jane sits beside her.

jane, who shouldn't be here. kay's only five, and she doesn't know a lot about the world or the underground, but she does know that her room is her own. momma stopped showing up ages ago, long before she got her puzzle, and even daddy isn't allowed to step in to it, instead waiting in the doorway for kay to go to him.

"please," jane says in a quiet voice, "i need to know what you need. what do you need me to do?"

the only thing she needed was harry, and kay knows jane brought him back from the well the same way she knows someone wouldn't let him return to her hands.

"i'm doing my puzzle." the field of wildflowers is almost done. kay really likes that part of the picture. "do you want to put the gazebo together?" she asks, 'cause it's the part she doesn't like.

"i… yeah, if that will help."

jane doesn't scoot any closer, and waits for a bit before reaching in front of her for the pieces. they sit together, quietly doing the puzzle that will never be done, and suddenly kay's vision blurs. tears fall on to her dress, leaving a patch on her lap that will definitely make the monsters upset.

"kay? what's wrong?"

she shakes her head, 'cause she doesn't know. everything just feels off, like the engine powering driver 8's train has stopped working and now everyone's rushing to her instead of staying in their stations. maybe something on the surface is wrong, but if driver 8's train is down, then jane's gonna be here instead of up, and then no one can keep her safe. kay's tummy hurts, so maybe whoever is up is already in danger, but if she hurts and the train is down, there's no way to make anyone feel better.

kay wipes her eyes with her sleeve. jane's finished the gazebo, even has part of the sky complete, and that's not right. "i never finish that part," she whispers.

maybe that's why she's crying, 'cause she doesn't know what will happen if the puzzle is complete.

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"no!" dorothy cries. "you're a liar!"

"guilty as charged," kipling replies with a wink, wincing as a cut above his eye reopens and sends a slow drip of blood down his brow. "in the grand scheme of things i'm one of the best, but i'm not lying about this. look at him, dorothy," he says urgently, yet softly. "i'm sorry, but niles is gone, and he wouldn't want you to waste away in his absence."

"stop saying he's dead!" dorothy turns away from him, pulling bits of the fallen tent around her upper body.

kipling waves his hands, casting a minor spell to disentangle the fabric and support beams from dorothy's body. "i'm afraid i don't have anything to heal your legs, but we have someone here who can." a colorful ambulance materializes beside them, honking cheerfully. "i believe you've already met danny."

that finally gets the girl's attention. "danny the street?"

danny the street, danny the brick. danny the tire, danny the ambulance flashes across their windshield. i'm so sorry, love.

they open their doors, sending out a stretcher.

"danny'll get you to a hospital," kipling explains, setting the chief's body on one of the seats. "i'm gonna levitate you onto the stretcher, all right?"

"only if danny takes papa to the hospital with me," dorothy whispers.

"of course they will," kipling says, using the last of his depleted energy reserves to secure father and daughter in the ambulance.

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jane's body, surrounded by baby doll's stuffed animals, is neatly tucked into a hospital bed. cliff had been surprisingly astute in noticing that 'miranda' wasn't who she claimed to be, and whoever she was got pulled back underground during their encounter with the candlemaker, leaving jane half-awake in the aftermath.

"i don't get it," vic says, shaking his head. "i didn't think the wound was that bad. we got her to danny in time to stabilize the wounds to her abdomen and get her into surgery. the anesthesia should've worn off by now."

larry still hasn't told them about meeting kay, and he doesn't plan on it. the girl stayed up for a couple hours each day of their stay in alabama before baby doll emerged; she slowly switched to jane or hammerhead after, then sometimes to 'miranda,' and there was no indication from any of them that they knew kay had left the underground.

"it might be another mental block," he says. "a person needs time to recover after a fight like that, and she's got dozens of people. i think we can give her a couple more days under. as long as she's here and hooked up to the monitors, we'll know she's okay."

#word stuff #fanfic #doom patrol #vic stone #dorothy spinner #rita farr #larry trainor #jane #willoughby kipling #kay challis #cliff steele #ailesswhumptober #whumptober

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jaimebluesq · 2 years ago

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WIP Wednesday 12/28

I didn't realize it's been so long since I've done one of these! This is for a fic that is in the editing stages and with any luck should be ready for posting sometime soon. It was inspired by a Tumblr post that talked about Hallmark Xmas romance movies and how the 'bad guy' ex-boyfriends weren't all necessarily bad guys, and then people were joking about 2 of them meeting as they were leaving the small town after getting dumped... so my mind immediately went to SangCheng.

~~~

From that point forward, Nie Huaisang just tried to focus on getting onto the plane and stashing his carry-on in the overhead compartment without dropping it on someone's head. It was a small plane with but a single aisle and two seats on either side. As he was patting his carry-on into place, he took a peek along the aircraft to see if he could spot his drinking companion, but he couldn't see him from here. He sighed and sat down in his window seat, then tried his best to relax as the rest of the passengers took their seats and settled in for the flight.

“Um, excuse me?” He looked up to see a woman with dark bags under her eyes and unkempt hair hanging over a harried expression. “I'm sorry to bother you, but... I couldn't get two seats together and my daughter is several rows away. I don't suppose you'd be willing to switch places with her so we can sit together?”

Perhaps another day he might have argued or put up a token protest – he didn't like being inconvenienced, particularly when he was feeling miserable and heartbroken – but the little bit of kindness Jiang Cheng had shown him made him feel a little more charitable than usual. “Sure, just let me get my bag.”

“Oh, thank you!”

The woman turned to speak to the stewardess as Nie Huaisang gathered his things – jacket, phone, magazine – and reached up to fetch his carry-on. The stewardess was just returning with a young girl in tow, and after showing the child to Nie Huaisang's seat, she reached out to take his bag for him.

“The overheads are getting full so I'll find a spot for your bag, sir. Thank you again for your kindness during this holiday season.”

“It's not a problem,” he replied as he was led down the length of the aircraft. “I'm flying alone anyway.”

“Right here, I've already alerted your seat-mate to the situation. If you need anything during the flight, please let me know.”

“Thank you,” he called out as she walked away with his bag, then turned to the seat he'd been led to.... “Jiang Cheng?”

Jiang Cheng looked equally surprised to see him, but it gave way to a smirk. “Seems I can't shake you for long, can I.”

“That's me, your friendly neighbourhood stalker.” Nie Huaisang caught a look from the stewardess asking him to get settled in; he quickly lowered into the seat and went about putting on his seatbelt.

“It's fine, at least you'll be better company. Not that I don't like kids, but... I'm not exactly in the right mood to deal with them right now.”

It wasn't long before the staff went about their safety instruction routines, then everyone sat back as the plane's engines were started. Nie Huaisang hadn't flown very often in his life, but takeoff had always been his favourite part of flying. Even though the sky outside the plane was dark, he kept his eyes on the window and what little view he had outside. The plane taxied down the runway and he felt a ball of exhilaration in his stomach that only grew bigger and bigger; the plane stopped, the engines suddenly shifted, and the plane sped up and lifted from the ground.

His body felt both heavy and weightless, his lungs were demanding he begin to breathe again, and his eyes picked out the clouds in the sky that reflected the moonlight, with the stars blinking overhead. It was the best he'd felt in a very, very long time. He blinked and realized he'd been crying – it seemed he had some tears left in him after all – but before he could begin searching for a tissue, one was placed in his hands. He shifted his gaze to see that Jiang Cheng had been watching him, and he nodded his thanks as he took the tissue and used it to wipe at his cheeks.

“Sorry,” he muttered. “I just... like this part, a lot. And I'm not usually this emotional.” Sure he was dramatic and over-exaggerating and flamboyant, but rarely was he ever genuinely emotional over something.

“It's all right. After the week you've had... you deserve to have something nice to smile about.”

Nie Huaisang let out a self-deprecating chuckle, but then Jiang Cheng's face was transformed by a gentle smile – the sort Da-ge and their parents would get when Nie Huaisang would do something cute or silly, or the kind their father would give one of their mothers when they'd done something endearing. Had Eric ever smiled at him like that?

Did it even matter anymore? Eric wasn't here, didn't want to be near him. But at least there was one person unrelated to him who seemed to think he wasn't completely useless.

#sangcheng #wip wednesday

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chickensarentcheap · 2 years ago

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From the OTP Relationship Asks 20 to 40 please and thankyou😍🥰😘

You got it! :D <3

20. Who holds a grudge the longest?"

Definitely Esme. She holds onto things a little too long when someone crosses her, and even more so if someone hurts Tyler or any of the kids. She will hold that against them for the rest of their lives, no matter how many times they apologize. You don't not miss with her man or her cubs.

21. Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

That's a bit of a tough one. Tyler is a quiet person. A man of few words but Esme is the one person he can truly open up to and be comfortable with. So when he's in the mood to talk about things, she just sits back and patiently and lovingly listens. Esme on the other hand is very chatty LOL. She's just so out there with her feelings and thoughts and opinions and he's accustomed to being the person she always goes to talk his ear off lol

22. Who gets more easily embarrassed?

Believe it or not, it's Tyler. The big, bad mercenary man. And Esme knows exactly how to get him to blush. Usually it's talking to him about 'the feels' and the things he's confessed to her (loving, cute things) in the past.

23. Who overthinks the most?

Tyler. But it comes from his CPTSD and bi-polar. His over-thinking is rooted in the job and the things he sees and hears. For example, he once returned from Cambodia and he had dealt with someone with a history of assaulting women and children. And that got into his head and he talked to Esme about it when he returned home. About not being able to stop thinking about if someone ever touched her or one of the kids that way. how he'd kill them with no hesitation.

24. Which of the two is the most competitive?

Tyler. Which is why Esme hates even playing with video games with him. Like in NYC when he cheated at strip video games by putting on extra layers of clothes LOL

25. Who’s the most stubborn?

This could go either, as each claims the other is the most stubborn. But I'm going to give it to Esme.

26. How do they comfort each other?

Esme's love language is touch. So he knows that is what she needs when she's upset. Combing his fingers through her hair, rubbing her shoulder, hugging her, kissing her, snuggling her. Tyler isn't the type to ask for comfort, but Esme has learned that he responds well to having his hair played with, his ears stroked, he likes when she traces circles on his palm with a fingertip.

27. What random everyday object/activity makes them think of each other?

Esme has a favourite mug that gets washed and dried every night and placed by the coffee maker. It's a big Hello Kitty mug that he and Millie (in the longer series) had given her for her first mother's day. So that definitely reminds Tyler of her. I would say the ocean reminds Esme of him. The smell, the sound.

28. Do they get along with each other’s friends and family?

Esme's family despises Tyler. He stole her away and keeps her away in their eyes. Which we all know isn't true. The only person from her family he gets along with, is her step sister Riley. Tyler has no family (now that his father, whom they never bothered with) but has a select group of friends. They love Esme. They've seen the difference she's made in his life.

29. What is their sex life like?

These two have an incredible sex life.

30. What is their favorite place to kiss the other? (Cheek, hand, closed eyelid, neck, nose, etc.)

Other than the lips and naughty places, Tyler loves giving her forehead kisses. Esme loves to kiss right below his left ear. It's very sensitive there.

31. What’s the relationship like? Smooth? Rocky?

They've gone through a lot together. Including a six month separation. Things were rocky for quite a while and they struggled for years with communicating properly with one another. But they've gone to marriage counselling (and continue to go, even though there's no present issues) and worked very hard to get where they are now. Things are a lot smoother. They're very happy and comfortable.

32. How do they resolve their arguments?

They long ago made a rule to never go to bed angry and never leave the house without telling the other you love them. So they hold true to that. It's normally Tyler that starts things (LOL, sorry Tyler) and he's very quick to recognize that he's hurt her feelings and to apologize. And she's very good at acknowledging her screw ups too. And let's face it, they always enjoy make up sex lol

33. Who has the most nightmares and how do they deal with them?

Tyler. He has a lot of war time and mercenary time dreams. Esme always walks up when he has them, and she's learned to startle him or touch him without talking to him first and making sure he acknowledges that he knows its her. He once lashed out thinking she was a threat and unfortunately she got hurt. But she's very good at taking care of him now. Getting meds, water, a wet face cloth to wipe down his forehead and back of his neck.

34. Do they give each other nicknames?

Other than the 'babe' or 'baby' or 'honey', Esme calls him Tae. But she's also been known to affectionately address as 'husband' or 'the old fella'. Tyler calls her 'Me' but in the new story also calls her 'munchkin'

35. What movies do they enjoy watching most?

Usually action or comedy. He'll suffer through a rom com every so often lol

36. How’d they meet each other’s families?

Esme met Tyler's father (only family he had) when he showed up with Tyler's ex wife when Tyler was at hospital in Australia following the events in the first movie. Tyler met Esme's mother, step father, and brothers when they moved to Colorado (and lived in her parents' basement) after the events of the second story, Sanctuary.

37. What do they like the least about each other?

Tyler hates when she talks badly about her mothering and her appearance. Esme hates his stubborness.

38. What was their most memorable date?

They actually never really dated. They sort of just jumped into living together and having a kid after Dhaka. But I would go with the first trip they ever took together. Just them. And it was to Phuket, Thailand.

39. What other couple would your otp get along with the best?

I don't know to be honest lmao

40. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all?

Esme came make him smile so easily. Just with her cute little ways or how she lightly teases him.

#Tyler and Esme series

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quarterfromcanon · 6 years ago

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Heather & Valencia - Femslash February - Day 28 - Advice [3,834 words]

Heather’s eyebrows lifted but she held still when Valencia brushed back her curls and attached the earpiece. “Surveillance headsets again, huh? Doesn’t really say ‘small, intimate affair,’ does it?”

“Just because this is a vow renewal and not a wedding doesn’t mean I’m willing to stop being efficient and detail-oriented,” Valencia replied while pushing her corresponding receiver into place. “I have a reputation to uphold, even when the event is for someone I know. Especially then, so prospective clients will see that I maintain my standards at all times. Besides, Paula is one of our closest friends. I want this to be perfect for her.”

“Totally. She deserves it,” Heather concurred. “I’m down for pulling out all the stops. I just wanna check that you’re not making more stress for yourself when you don’t have to.”

“I think Paula and I have established a balanced arrangement.” Valencia nodded toward the mauve binder on the table. “Elegant but not elaborate. A touch of class, but still cute and fun.”

“Okay, if you say so. I know you’ve both put a lot of hours into brainstorming.”

“Yes, we have.” Valencia plucked up the mic with one hand. She caught the neckline of Heather’s shirt between the thumb and forefinger of the other.

“You know, the last time I helped you with one of these, you let me put the headset on myself,” Heather commented as Valencia made adjustments.

Valencia secured the speaker near Heather’s heart. “Last time, I wasn’t revisiting a familiar activity.” She lightly grazed one fingernail over the sensitive skin below the fabric before withdrawing both hands from Heather’s chest.

Heather held her gaze and smirked. “It’s a nice change, but I’m glad that suit has stayed the same.”

Valencia angled so the fitted pants could be admired in profile. She winked. “I thought you might like to see it again.”

“Solid guess.” Heather clipped Valencia’s microphone for her and smoothed the cloth around it.

“I haven’t used these in a while.” Valencia regarded the equipment with concern. “We’ll need to try them out.”

Heather rested her forehead against the hollow of Valencia’s throat and spoke in a hushed tone while she activated the nearby speaker. “Assistant Coordinator to Head Coordinator. Test -- one, two, three.”

Valencia rolled her eyes even as her fists disappeared in Heather’s hair. “You are the worst. I meant checking over distance. March it outside, wise-ass.”

Heather kissed Valencia’s nose before following orders. “I’m on it.”

She left through the back door and strode parallel to the house until she reached the edge of the property.

Valencia’s voice traveled over the comm. “Okay, that’s probably far enough. Can you hear me?”

Heather turned to peer into the distant window at Valencia, who was standing on tiptoe as she strained to keep sight of her girlfriend. “All clear,” Heather verified, “but there’s a tiny woman in black watching me from my kitchen. She’s either a lost stagehand or an easily distracted robber. I think I’m gonna have to investigate.”

Valencia’s tongue tucked into her cheek and her eyebrow arched. “Are you going to be like this all day?”

Heather tried to appear contrite, but she knew Valencia could detect the poorly-suppressed grin when she spoke. “Sorry. Serious now.”

“Mm-hmm.” Valencia crossed her arms, unconvinced. “I’m going to need your word of honor.”

Heather strolled back across the lawn. “Have you and Rebecca been watching period pieces again? Nobody in this era talks like that.”

“Somebody does now.” Their eyes met when Heather drew closer to the glass, and the slight edge in Valencia’s tone softened. “It’s just really important to me for everything to flow smoothly.”

Heather came back inside and crossed the floor. She wove her fingers between Valencia’s and clasped. “Like you said, everything’s under control. Plus I’ll help with whatever you need from me. Best behavior. I promise.”

Valencia freed one hand to access her mic. “Head Coordinator to Assistant Coordinator?”

Heather played along and did the same. “Yeah?”

“I'm thankful you agreed to be part of this. I know I get tightly-wound when I’m working.”

Heather’s eyes flicked appreciatively over Valencia’s pantsuit. “You can growl commands in my ear any day.”

Valencia blushed in spite of herself. She gave Heather a peck on the cheek. “Good to know.”

___

Valencia carefully slid the curler free from the cluster of auburn locks. She stood back to let Paula get a proper view of herself in the mirror. “There. All set.”

“You girls are gonna spoil me,” Paula declared while she turned her head from side to side. “I can’t remember the last time styling my hair didn’t involve trying to brush my teeth and yell to Tommy down the hall at the same time.”

Valencia conducted a final scan of her friend’s pale pink dress. “Well, today you won’t have to handle a thing except carrying that bouquet and reading your vows. Rebecca has your index cards.”

Paula caught Valencia’s palm as she smoothed her sleeve. “Thanks again for helping me make it all happen. I’ve actually had a lot of fun cooking up plans with you.”

Valencia beamed. “Me, too.”

Paula extended her other hand to reach for Heather. “And thank you for helping me do my makeup. You saved me from a dangerous combination of jitters and mascara.”

Heather ran her thumb over Paula’s knuckles with a small smile. “Anytime.”

“All right, come here. We’re doing a group hug.” Paula tugged them both toward her.

Heather’s and Valencia’s arms overlapped when they leaned into the embrace.

Valencia rested her chin on Paula’s shoulder. “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Paula tightened her grip affectionately. “Back at ya, honey.”

The door flew open and Rebecca bustled into the room. “Okay, Father Brah’s waiting in Hall A. Josh has the tech rigged and ready. I think we’ve g-- Ah! Perfect timing. Hold it right there. I’m coming in.”

The girls giggled and maintained the pose so Rebecca could throw her arms wide to envelop them all.

Valencia disengaged with obvious reluctance. She gave the hem of Heather’s blouse a tug to get her attention. “We’ve got a few last-minute concerns to take care of, but we’ll see you in there. Rebecca, you’ll hold down the fort?”

Rebecca saluted and replied in a voice that sounded like several British regions blended into one. “I won’t let you down, ma’am.”

Heather and Valencia stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind them. Valencia blinked rapidly as her mid-event agitation kicked back into gear. “She’s doing accents now.”

Heather’s lips turned up at the corner. “And you were worried about keeping me in line.”

They veered to the right and spotted Brendan with Tommy waiting outside the bathroom for Scott. Brendan fished something metallic out of his inside pocket. He turned it over between his fingers.

Valencia changed course and zipped past him, snatching the item out of his possession without breaking stride. Brendan jumped but did not fight the confiscation. The blazing look he received was enough to stop him in his tracks.

“Not on your mom’s special day,” Valencia snarled through gritted teeth.

“It’s a Swiss Army knife!” Brendan protested with his hands lifted in surrender. “I just needed the toothpick!”

Valencia shot him a parting skeptical glare and turned on her heel. “Tell it to the hand, Silas Botwin!” she called when she swept away.

Tommy offered a belated greeting. “Hi, Heather. Haven’t seen you since RenFaire. Cool necklace.”

Heather gave them a jokingly formal nod. “The Brothers Proctor. Yeah, um, thanks. I’ve gotta go before she finds out Brah’s going to rap about Jesus or something.”

Heather jogged to catch up with Valencia.

Brendan waited until she was out of earshot before he nudged Tommy. He mimicked his brother’s voice. “‘Cool necklace.’ Good going, Buttface. Real suave.”

Tommy narrowed his eyes. “Heh heh heh. That’s funny. You know what else would be funny? If I told Valencia about that Scottish knife in your sock.”

“It’s a sgian-dubh and it’s ceremonial - you know that - but fine, all right, point taken.”

The final preparations were made without further incident. Invitees from the law firm and warehouse settled in foldable chairs while Josh piped instrumentals through a strategically hidden sound system. Valencia’s attention was divided in at least half a dozen directions as the start time approached, verifying that all participants were following their cues, but Heather managed to guide her to a spot in one of the front two rows.

The next classical selection played. Entrances at either side of the hall swung wide. Darryl and Mrs. Hernandez held the doors to the left so Paula could step through them. Hank and Sal from the barbershop quartet cleared the way for Scott on the right. Brendan moved forward to extend an arm to his mother and Tommy escorted his dad. The spouses met in the middle of the room and their sons took seats nearby.

Valencia calmed somewhat now that the first phase was well underway. Her hand found Heather’s and rested on her knee. Father Brah said a few words about Paula and Scott, touching briefly on their history as parishioners and his increased familiarity with them through counseling. He led a short prayer - devoid of improvisation, much to Valencia’s and Heather’s relief - and then introduced the guest speaker: Rebecca.

She rose from her chair beside Valencia to stand before the temporary podium. Heather could see her hands trembling when she adjusted the microphone. Rebecca unfolded a piece of paper and smoothed it flat.

“Um, hi, everyone. I thought a lot about what I would say today. As all the people in this room already know, I’m Rebecca Bunch. But, to Paula, I’m Cookie. I call her Mama. Brendan and Tommy have actually been really cool about that, so, thank you both for letting me be an honorary member of your family.”

She found the boys in the front row and smiled. Tommy inclined his head. Brendan thumped a fist against his chest.

Rebecca laughed and continued. “In the time since she became my best friend, Paula has helped me learn so much about love. She has an encyclopedic knowledge of vampire romance novels and rom-coms from the last four decades, but the best way she has taught me true love is by example. Her heart is so full and so fierce that, when you have her in your corner, it's like no problem is truly insurmountable. I know Scott feels the same, and that’s a major part of what brings us here today. Scott and Paula got married a little shy of two decades ago, and they’ve experienced a ton of life events together -- good, bad, and everything in between. Some of the problems would have broken a weaker bond, but they are standing before us now stronger and more committed than ever. Their journey kind of rattled a revelation loose in my brain recently. This is the sort of thing that seems obvious in retrospect, but it’s hard to genuinely understand until you encounter it in real life. As much as I’ve always loved sweeping fictional romances, and I probably always will, love is a lot more than that first choice we see in stories. It’s the ongoing choices we make, day after day, to stick by each other through all the years that follow. Voluntarily Ever After. It’s saying, ‘I can get by on my own, but I will save room for you. When I face the highs and lows of this life, you’re who I want by my side.’ The new engraving on their wedding bands commemorates that lasting devotion. Paula, Scott, do you wanna tell everyone what’s written inside?”

Scott’s hands clutched Paula’s while he recited the first half of the inscription. “In any universe...”

Paula beamed tearfully and squeezed his palms. “... I’d pick you.”

Rebecca blinked to contain her emotions before turning back to the assembled guests. “To wrap this thing up, and in honor of a couple that is embracing something new built on an old foundation, I decided to share a traditional reading with a fresh twist. In keeping with my proclivity for fairy tales, this passage comes from one. My dearest friend deserves only the finest in the world, so I’ve chosen a quote from the most epic fairy tale of all time: the Bible. The beginning should ring a bell; after all, why veer from a classic? But I couldn’t resist making a few little personalized tweaks and, well, you’ll understand in just a sec.”

She flipped her paper and took a deep breath.

“‘Love is patient. Love is kind.’ It is being ready to do the work. It is passing through the Ring of Fire. It is heart-to-heart conversations over late night pie at your kitchen counter. It is somehow turning evening game shows and study sessions into couple bonding activities. Love is agreeing Thelma & Louise Brad Pitt is still the dreamiest Brad Pitt. It is making memories in moments big and small, whether it’s finally taking a vacation or playing board games around your dining room table at home. Love is finding your own path. When you travel that path, and find the one you love, you should hold on tight.”

Valencia’s fingertips curled against Heather’s hand. Heather returned the pressure and shifted across her seat until their sides touched. Though they kept their attention on Rebecca’s speech, both indulged in a private smile.

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The ceremony was a vision of pastels and mood music, but the reception provided a burst of rich colors and myriad sounds. Rebecca tested pretzel flavors from her new shop in addition to the catered cuisine -- a table beside which Nathaniel lingered beyond plausible explanation given that he wasn’t even holding a plate. Darryl and Maya reenacted their viral dance from YouTube. Tim and Jim fenced with sword picks from the hors d'oeuvres platter.

Once everyone made their first trip through the buffet line, Josh turned down the current track from his set list for an announcement. “All right, party people, let’s make some noise for the West Brovinas!”

Paula stole a glance at each Gurl Group member in turn but politely set aside her cutlery to listen. The men assembled in front of her table to croon “Bright Was the Night.” Though being the center of attention was clearly not something Paula enjoyed, the visible displeasure faded over the course of the performance as she looked into Scott’s eyes. His sincerity was disarming. When the final note faded, he stepped forward with hat in hand. Scott bent low, lifted the boater to hide their faces, and spoke words only his wife could hear. Paula pulled him in for a kiss while onlookers clapped.

Heather witnessed the highlights of the evening, but following Valencia took up every spare second in between those moments. They made countless circuits around the rented space until she started to regret her choice of footwear. When cake was served, all that remained was general socializing and celebration. Heather used that opportunity to still Valencia’s frenetic pacing with a caress along the underside of her elbow.

“What is it? What’s wrong? Did I miss something?”

“Yeah, the part where you take a breath and have a good time with our friends.” Heather wrapped her arms around Valencia’s middle. “Babe, it’s almost the end of the night and you haven’t sat down once since we left the other hall. I don’t even know where our food is because we ate on-the-go and put it down somewhere.”

“If I don’t stay focused, nothing gets done,” Valencia said defensively. “That’s what being a party planner is. It’s like being a conductor or a director. I have to know how everything fits together and see it through from start to finish.”

“Which you’ve done, hella thoroughly, as always. There’s a gap in the schedule until cleanup. For the sake of our arches, can we just slide these shoes off and take an actual break?” Heather protruded her lower lip.

Valencia tried to glower, but it wouldn’t stick. “All right, but my shoes are staying on. I don’t think they mopped very well.”

Heather shook her head with a chuckle. “Close enough. So, are we gonna talk about the other reason your Boss Lady mode is cranked to eleven tonight?”

Valencia broke eye contact and stepped backward. “What do you mean?”

“This job is important because you care about the guests of honor, but you’ve also got something to prove.”

Heather studied Valencia’s features while the latter fidgeted.

“No more than usual.” Valencia feigned interest in a centerpiece.

“Bullshit.” Heather’s assertion was gentle, her stare unwavering. “This is your first time running the show on your own since Beth.”

Valencia glanced in Heather’s direction but could not lift her gaze. “It’s fine. I don’t need her.”

“No, you don’t,” Heather agreed, “but it’s understandable if something feels off and you’re nervous about the transition. You were together for, like, nine months. As partners in more than one sense of the word. Nobody’s expecting you to just bounce right back from it. Sure, you’ve moved on relationship-wise, but other pieces are still settling into place. You and I both know there are a bunch of little recoveries that come with separating your existence from someone who was part of it for that long.”

“It sucks.” Valencia stamped her foot. “I understand it’s my fault for mixing personal and professional, but I don’t want what happened to cost new business if clients don’t trust me to juggle responsibilities. You wouldn’t believe the competition out there or how fast they can spread any gossip that gives them an advantage. All it takes is a single seed of doubt.”

Heather held Valencia’s face between her palms. “You were always really good at this. That was true before, and I think it’s even more so now. Look around. Everything in here was all you. People are having an amazing time. That photographer’s getting kick-ass photos for your website. No one is going to dispute that you’ve got the necessary skill set. The only one left who needs to believe that is you.”

“Easier said than done.” Valencia sighed. “You know how my mind works. Even if strangers don’t say bad stuff about me, some part of me is convinced they will.”

Heather shrugged. “Then prove them wrong. The real voices and the ones you imagine. Also, in the meantime, go easy on yourself. The two of you had a rhythm. You just need a chance to get your groove back.”

Valencia’s mouth twisted. “How you would you advise I do that?”

Heather removed Valencia’s earpiece and mic, then her own, and pocketed them all. Valencia reached for the comms instinctively but let the theft go uncontested. “Maybe,” Heather posited, “what you need is to get your groove on.”

Valencia raised her eyebrows. “That’s your solution? ‘The Cha Cha Slide’ will cure my insecurities?” Her expression shifted and her head tilted to the side. “Wait, are you asking me to dance?”

“That pretty much sums it up, yeah.” Heather rocked back and forth on her feet. “Do you want to, or...?”

Valencia did not reply aloud. She simply led Heather by the hand toward the dance floor as a slow song began.

“Okay, I’m reading that as a ‘yes.’” Heather grinned playfully.

Valencia’s lips twitched and her wrists crossed behind Heather’s neck. “Just shut up and hold my hips.”

Heather complied with a laugh. She nuzzled Valencia’s hair and closed her eyes.

“It’s funny,” Valencia remarked, “but when you, Josh, and Scott were working on the music, I was pretty sure I heard that you get a rash from ‘all the Ed Sheeran flavor of shamelessly sugary crap.’”

“Oh, I do,” Heather insisted without missing a beat. “I’ll be covered in hives within the hour, so, let that be on your conscience.”

Valencia snorted. “It’s very romantic of you to endure a ballad-based allergy for me.”

“I know.”

Valencia winced and groaned. “I might reconsider your earlier suggestion about the shoes. These heels hurt like hell.” She leaned against Heather’s shoulders. “What are the odds of you carrying me to your car when all this is over?”

“Considering my back problems continue to exist? They aren’t in your favor. If you’re hurting that much, I’ll try because I love you; just know we might not get very far.”

They stopped swaying. Heather gulped.

“Wow,” Valencia murmured. “You said it. We haven’t... That was the first time.”

“Yeah.” Heather's eyes widened and her jaw clenched. “Shit.”

Valencia pulled away enough to see her. “Did you not mean it like that?”

“I meant it,” Heather confirmed, “but no pressure at all. That was super early. I won’t be pissed if you’re not there. We were literally talking about everything you’re dealing with, like, two minutes ago. It was just... a fact.” She lifted her shoulders helplessly.

Valencia coaxed Heather forward until their foreheads touched. She traced her thumbs over Heather’s cheekbones and along her jaw. “If you’re too fast, then so am I, because I’m completely in love with you.” Valencia exhaled shakily. “I’d argue that ‘early’ depends where you’re counting from, because we’ve already been there for each other through a lot. Will other people think it’s quick? Does it retroactively call my past two relationships into question because this one is so natural by comparison? Honestly, I’ve realized that I don’t give a damn. I spent enough time pretending to feel things when I didn’t or not feel them when I did, and I’m done. This is the truth and I’m not apologizing for it.”

Heather enfolded Valencia in her arms. They kissed through the end of the ballad but took no notice. Midway through the next song, they resumed dancing. Valencia’s cheek rested on Heather’s biceps while she observed their friends and the circular lights that intersected on the floor. Heather saw Maya at a table watching them, both hands over her heart and mouth forming what looked suspiciously like the word ‘goals.’ Heather’s shoulders shook at the exaggerated reaction but that did not prevent a pleased flush of heat from spreading down her back. She cradled her girlfriend closer and breathed in the smell of her perfume.

“You were right,” Valencia mumbled against her skin. “Dancing actually did make things better.”

Heather smiled. “I surprised even myself with that one.”

“Really? I couldn’t tell,” Valencia teased. She slid her index finger up to the tattoo of Wilbur the Robot and traced a heart over his chest. “I’m talking about my outlook too, though. At least for the moment, I’m feeling less overwhelmed. Carrying on with planning by myself isn’t a defeat; it’s a comeback.”

Heather brushed her lips over Valencia’s forehead. “I’m glad we agree.”

Valencia relaxed and heaved a contented sigh. “Whatever else happens from here, I’ll be able to face it. I have everything I need.”

#H+V FF #CEG Writing by Me #Helencia #Heather x Valencia #BRB GONNA DO A VICTORY LAP AROUND THE HOUSE #Oh my gosh #I MADE IT #Thank goodness #I set a goal for myself that I wanted to finally finish this within a month after the end of Femslash February & I *just* made the deadline #I'm planning on making a post later to kinda get out all my happy celebratory feels but for now in these tags all I can say is #AAAAAAAAAH #I'm so pleased I can sit back and see all 28 together in one place - COMPLETED.#BEST FEELING

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missmonsters2 · 4 years ago

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Omg babes, you’re back! Can I have 28 please? With anyone, I’m not picky 😘 - thewitchandtheassassin

"Because I love you."

This prompt just screams angst to me, but I have refrained because I am a good person LMAO I flipped a coin, and we got Wanda. ily babes 💖💖💖 @thewitchandtheassassin (bro I'm pretty proud of this drabble don't sleep on it LOL)

Count: ~1k

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Wanda was doing last-minute checks to make sure everything was perfect.

It was Saturday, and Saturdays were dedicated to documentary nights with you. It was a club—sort of. If you could count a club that only consisted of two people.

It was simple. The two of you had hectic schedules, but the two of you would decide on a documentary during the week and then meet up on Sundays to discuss the said documentary.

She had a sauce simmering on the stove before she heard the doorbell ring. Wiping her hands on a hand towel, Wanda rushed off to open the door to find you grinning at her.

"I brought wine," you hold up the bottle for Wanda to see.

You looked good—delectable even. Wanda felt her mouth dry.

"Oh," you moan. "What's the smell? Please tell me you're not making the special bread dip because I'm going to gain massive weight because of you at this rate."

Wanda chuckles as she lets you in. "I could but then I'd be lying."

The two of you make your way into her kitchen, and you see a fresh loaf of bread sitting on the counter.

"I feel bad that you're always making something delicious and I show up with just wine," you tell her before you hop up onto the counter.

"It's good wine in your defence," Wanda smiles at you.

You're cutting the loaf into slices as you swing your legs a little. Wanda grabs two wine glasses as passes them to you. You pour a generous amount for you both and clink drinks before taking a sip.

"Mm," you hum. "It is good. Natasha recommended it to me."

"Oh?" Wanda half-heartedly hums. "Tell her it's good."

Wanda goes back to stirring the sauce. God, she really wishes you would just wake up and realize that she was in love with you, and then you would realize you were in love with her.

"Here," Wanda scoops up on sauce on the wooden spoon, blowing it to cool down before she offers it to you.

You grab her hand gently and sip some of it.

"Missing anything?" Wanda asks.

You hum before Wanda takes a taste from the same spot you just put your mouth on.

You blink.

"Er, just a little more salt," you tell her.

Suddenly, you're launching into a full spiel about the documentary this week. You talk all about your thoughts and opinions on it while Wanda just stares at you.

Wanda absently thinks about the fairy lights she hung up and the candles around the place to set the mood. She thinks about the countless times she's done it every week and agonizes over what you might like to eat Saturday night.

Wanda thinks about how she occupies the most sociable night of the week with you, and she's been seducing you for weeks now, and you haven't even blinked twice.

The hints she's been sending might as well been a giant billboard that she's in love with you. She feeds you food, she touches you softly and intimately, and you just smile at her like she's your next-door neighbour.

"Hey," Wanda finally says. "Do you ever think it's weird that it's just the two of us in our little documentary club?"

You're broken out of your long speech as you peer at Wanda.

"Well, I guess not many people are into documentaries...I mean, we watch some really weird ones, so it would be hard to find someone else that would want to watch and discuss them." You blink at Wanda. "Did you want to try to invite more people? I guess we can't really have in-depth conversations when it's just the two of us having discussions..."

Wanda bites her bottom lip and tries again. "Why do you insist on coming here every Saturday? You come here with wine and we eat some kind of dinner together before we sit on my balcony and discuss the documentary for maybe an hour but you stay much longer."

You're taken aback. Hurt and embarrassment fill your eyes, and you try to steady yourself.

"Oh, um," you stutter. "Am I overstaying my welcome? I didn't realize it was inconveniencing you. We could—just text each other our thoughts. Or—we could limit it to just an hour."

Wanda sighs as she turns off the stove to prevent the sauce from burning.

"That's not what I'm saying," Wanda tells you. "I just...if you don't think you'll ever have feelings for me, you don't have to pity me and come every Saturday night."

"Feelings?" You blink rapidly.

Wanda nods.

"Isn't it obvious?" Wanda raises her brow at you. "I've been trying to romance you. I've been taking it really slow because...well, I thought you needed more time to see that I wasn't—evil."

It's been one year and three months since the Ultron incident.

You're gnawing on your lip.

"So...all this," you wave your hand at her house. The lights, the candles, the food. "You're trying to...romance me?"

Wanda nods.

"Why?" You blush.

"Because I love you."

Wanda says it so matter-of-factly you think you were going to faint.

Now you're even more embarrassed.

"I didn't realize you were trying romance at me," you pick at the lint on your pants, your cheeks hot. "I thought that's what you did with everyone. I—didn't want to assume. I didn't ever think you were evil. I do—like you."

Wanda narrows her eyes at you. "You think I hand-feed Steve food, or give foot rubs to Clint, and take Natasha horseback riding to go apple picking to make pies?"

Oh, god, you were an absolute fucking moron.

Wanda sighs before she turns on the stove again to simmer the sauce for a couple of more minutes.

This was her own fault. She should've plucked the courage to be more forward.

The kitchen is silent again, and you take it as documentary nights will get to continue as they were. You were just now aware that—

"I'm romancing you right now, by the way."

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff imagine #avengers imagine #mm.drabble.wanda

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deexchanel · 3 years ago

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Vacation

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Pairing: Avengers x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, A tipsy reader, Fluff maybe?

Summary: the avengers finally have a break off from avenging the world. The first place they go for vacation? Maui Hawaii.

A/N: You guys liking my content means a lot💜💜. when writing one-shots why don't people put oufits? i wanna see wtf i be wearing since im y/n!😂 I got some long faux locs in my hairrr sooo ykk i had to put it in here🙂

Y/N stood in the kitchen pouring coconut rum into a drink that she found a recipe for on google. It was called a mermaid cocktail and it looked like something she could get away with, without any of her family members saying something. "I'm so ready to drink this, it looks so good." She mumbled stirring the rum mixture.

She is 23 years old but the team still treats her like a little kid. As of right now, everyone was taking a nap from their huge lunch. All those missions they work was eventually stressing them out so Y/N took it upon herself to plan a vacation for them. She rented out a huge beach house for them. Best idea everr!!

Seeing the smiles on their face made her feel so content with her main priorities being happy. "What are you making?" Loki's voice said from behind her. Y/N gave him a big toothy grin. "Oh, nothingggg!"

"You're up to no good, I know you are." Loki raised an eyebrow at her turquoise-looking drink. "I'm not going to even ask." He sat down at the island, shaking his head. Y/N could feel something was off with him. She put the pitcher in the refrigerator, then sat beside him in the chair.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking Y/N."

"About? We're on vacation Loki, we can think when we're back at the tower doing boring missions." Y/N stared at his jet black hair, having the urge to run her fingers through it.

"No, you can't touch my hair." Loki knew exactly what she was thinking. Y/N pout her bottom lip, squinting her eyes. "That's not what I was going to do. Anyway, what are you thinking about?"

"I feel out of place. I just know they are still mad with me from the events of New York." Loki buries his face in his hands. "I want to go back to Asgard, I know they'll rather want me there than here."

Y/N removed his hands."What makes you think that Loki? If none of wanted you here then I wouldn't have told you about this trip. " She giggled making him let a small smile creep on his face. "You're right where you belong and if anyone isn't happy about you being here then just know that Thor and I are ecstatic to have you here. I'm glad you came, means a lot to me."

"Means a lot to know that you want me here Y/N." Loki's small smile went to a big one. Y/N slowly moved her hand to his hair. He watched her slow movement in amusement "No Y/N." She huff playfully giving up.

"Fine, I'll try another time but I'm happy that I made you smile. You're way easier than Bucky's serious ass. Now that's out the way, it's hot girl summer so no sadness from no oneee!!" Y/N exaggerated getting out of the chair going back over to the refrigerator. She pulled out that now cold pitcher, chugging down the concoction.

"Did I hear Y/N say something about a hot girl summer?" Steve rubbed his eyes while he walked downstairs. Y/N rubbed her mouth from the leftover drink on her lips. Steve furrowed his eyebrows at the now half-empty pitcher. "What's that?"

"Nothing! Don't even stick your nose in it." Y/N put the pitcher back. Steve looked at Loki who just shrugged his shoulders with confusion still written on his face. Y/N placed a rushed kiss on their cheek so they wouldn't smell the amount of alcohol she just consumed. "I'm going to get ready so we can go to the beach. Steve wake everyone up for me please so we can leave in the next 30 minutes."

"Okay Y/N," Steve replied ready to question her but she was already up the stairs. 20 minutes later Y/N had music blasting from the speakers while she ready. From that consumption of alcohol, it kicked in about 10 minutes after she got ready. She was only tipsy, maybe. Y/N couldn't focus because she kept giggling at everything.

"Damn why is everything so funny!" Y/N said getting mad at herself. Her long black faux locs flowed down her back after she struggled to place them in a high ponytail. Meaning she broke 3 hair ties and gave the hell up.

"Y/N we're waiting on you!" Tony yelled up the stairs but Y/N waved him off. She grabbed her purse, pausing the music. Tripping over her feet a bit, she made her way downstairs. Bucky caught a glimpse and instantly spoke up.

"Oh hell no Y/N. Go change."

She waved him off too, purposely ignoring him. "I'm readyyyy". Tony crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with Barnes. Y/N that isn't a swimsuit, that's two pieces of cloths."

Thor smiled, "I like it Y/N and since I like it, we can leave." He picked up a beach chair but everyone yelled no in protest except Natasha. Thor rolled his eyes sitting the chair down. Loki moved her hair aside, closing the white and blue shirt that she wore.

"Now you need a hair thingy to keep it close."Y/N smacked his hand away lightly, going over to the kitchen to find some chips. "Y/N why aren't you saying anything?" Bucky followed still upset about her outfit.

"Her outfit is fine guys. Let's go because you guys are over exaggerating." Natasha placed her shades on her face. "I got your back Y/N!"

"It's not fine, she's showing too much," Steve said being overprotective. Still not phased, Y/N nodded her head from the kitchen. " That's why you my bitch, thank you!" Everyone was shocked by her choice of words. Bucky grabbed her waist.

"Y/N are you drunk?"

Y/N giggled,"A lady never drinks, she sipssss." She dragged out the s, kissing his nose. Bucky pressed his lips together, getting his answer.

"Guys she's drunk!"

Groans went around the room. Steve was in realization,"Ohhh so that was what she was drinking when I came downstairs earlier."

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"And it's hard to keep my cool

When other bitches tryna get with my dude and

When other chickens tryna get in my coop

'Cause you're a one in a million

There ain't no man like you"

Y/N belt out the lyrics to Streets for the 13th time while Bucky held her in his arms while they were in the ocean. They had been at the beach for 30 minutes, and a biker went by playing that song in her speakers. Y/N haven't let go of the song since.

"Y/N if you sing the same lyrics one more time, I swear I'm going to drop you." Bucky scolded while she gripped his shoulder tighter. Y/N placed her head on his chest, the sun was getting rid of her drunkness. She was tired since she didn't take a nap like everyone else plus Bucky's heartbeat and the sound of the oceans was calming her down. "Sorry! It's stuck in my mind."

Steve, Tony, Loki, and Thor played on the beach with water guns. Natasha laid in the sun, getting a tan. Per Y/N's request, Bucky was in the water holding Y/N close. She was surprised that he even agreed to it.

"Bucky?"

"Yes Y/N?"

"I'm tired."

"I figured, let's get you out the water." Bucky turned around to walk back to the shore. Y/N just snuggled more to his chest. "Bucky?"

Bucky’s voice held slight annoyance, thinking she was playing."What is it Y/N?"

"I'm glad you came on this trip, I know this past year had been so hard on you and I thought this trip would help ease your mind. Plus I got to know you better, that’s a bonus.”

“Yeah at first, I didn’t want to come but I couldn’t turn down seeing you in a bikini.” Bucky laughed making Y/N laugh as well hitting his chest lightly. “Bucky!”

“What? I’m being honest. I just rather for only my eyes to see.”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“You going to have to get used to it. But for real though, this trip made me not think about things that's been haunting my mind. Coming on here was the best idea.”

“I’m glad I could help with that.” She tapped his shoulder for him to stop. He placed Y/N on her feet. “I’ve come up with the best plan though.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “What’s the plan?”

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Y/N made herself sink underwater. Bucky waited a couple seconds before putting on his best acting voice. “Guys! Guys! Y/N she’s drowning!” Natasha stood at the shore, looking out at the water in concern. The team wasted no time running in the water.

“What?!?”

“What happened??!?”

“Oh god, Y/N?!”

“Shit!”

Steve was Y/N's victim, he hunched over in her area of the water. Bucky pulled at the ends of his hair keeping the act going. “She was doing alright until I couldn’t hear her anymore.” Y/N lurched up grabbing Steve by the neck, pulling him in the water.

Bucky's face of distress turned into humor. “Steve she got you good!” Both Y/N and Steve appeared out of the water. Y/N was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach. Loki found it amusing while Tony, Steve, and Thor didn’t.

“That was a good one Y/N.”

“Don’t listen to Loki Y/N. You had us worried!”Thor huffed and Steve nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah! I thought something really happened to you.”

“I’m sorry guys.” Y/N snorted trying to contain her laughter. “It’s not my fault, it’s Bucky. He came up with the idea. You guys should’ve seen Steve’s face when I came out of the water.”

Steve mocked her laugh, “Ha Ha Ha. It’s not funny.” Bucky held his hand in defense trying not to laugh as well. “It’s not mine! This was all her idea.”

“Capsicle is right, it’s not funny. Don’t scare me like that again.” Tony scolded her, he held out his arms. “Now come give me a hug so I can feel better.” Y/N gave him a hug, that humorous smile not leaving her face. When she tried to pull away, Tony held a grip. She realized.

“TONY!”

He laughed leaning forward and they both fell in the water. Soon it turned into a big splashing war between everyone, they were having so much fun.

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At 7:28 p.m. both Y/N and Bucky walked back to the beach for dinner. The restaurant they chose for tonight’s dinner was there. Since Y/N is over the planning for the vacation and Bucky is attached to her hip, they were at dinner first.

“I know the wait is going to be minute so sit down while I talk to the hostess.” She reassured him. Bucky looked at her kind of worried because he wasn’t comfortable with crowds yet. She squeezed his hand, “You’re okay.”

Bucky nodded his head reluctantly. Y/N walked off to make sure this restaurant gave them a private table away from the crowd, preferably on the beach. After about 10 minutes of talking, something just told her to turn around. It was some woman that looked around Y/N’s age steadily talking to Bucky even though he looked so uncomfortable.

“Hold on one sec.” Y/N held a finger-walking away, not even waiting on the hostess's response. Y/N quiet appearance kinda scared them both. “Excuse me. Hi!”

The woman looked at Y/N with attitude. “Um, why are you speaking to me?”

Y/N took a deep breath to calm down. “ I’m speaking to you because you’re talking to my boyfriend and you obviously see him uncomfortable.” It was for the sake of the moment. Bucky and Y/N aren’t together, just a few flirts here and there. But since Y/N knew this bitch couldn’t take a hint she said, boyfriend.

“You might have him confused for”

Y/N cut her off, “No I don’t have him confused for no one. That’s my boyfriend so get your desperate ass out of his face before I embarrass you in front of everyone. We don’t want that do we? Now walk away miss.”

The woman turned her nose up walking away without saying another word. Once she was out of sight, Bucky visibly relaxed. “Thank you so much Y/N. She wouldn’t stop talking and my a-anxiety was getting bad because I didn’t know her and...” He shook his leg. Y/N sat beside him giving him a hug.

“Hey hey calm down, it’s okay now. I could see she made you uncomfortable. I wasn’t going to stand there and let her continue to do that.”

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Anything for you Bucky.” Y/N kissed his forehead then she stood up, holding out her hand. “Now let’s go get this table because I did cut the hostess off coming to help you.”

Bucky laughed grabbing her hand. As they walked back over to the stand, realization hit Bucky. He smirked.

“So I’m your boyfriend now?”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, “No Bucky, it was in the heat of the moment.”

“What if I was to ask you out?”

“In your dreams Bucky.”

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This took longer to write then what it supposed to be.

Hope you guys like it 🥰, I was trying to include a Loki moment because I’m starting to like him more.

Stay slutty my friendsss!

#marvel #bucky barnes fluff #captain america #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes one shot #bucky x poc!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #loki (marvel)#loki laufeyson #natasha romanoff #loki x black!reader #thor x black!reader #tony stark x black!reader #steve rogers x poc!reader #loki x you

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ligiawrites · 4 years ago

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A romance/fantasy Visual Novel.

Two children raised together. One, a future King. The other, his whipping boy. Their relationship? It's up to you to develop.

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MATHIAS'S HEART HAS BEEN bleeding since his father, the former King, decided to punish you for his mistakes. As the youngest child of a lesser bourgeois, you were raised in the castle, between the King's cruelty, the Queen's friendship, and Mathias's kindness (or supposed kindness?).

Now, more than twenty Carnivals since your arrival, the King is dead and the Queen's sickness worsens each day. As the azure taint spreads in the kingdom and the Opalean Wars come to an end, it's Mathias's time to sit on the throne.

Will the docile Prince become a kind King, a violent Monarch, or a ruthless Tyrant? Will you have any say in it? And how much will your relationship change?

Develop your personality, see how your choices build, and change your bond with Mathias.

It's time to help him choose. Will your monarch Love the Guard or Be the King?

AGE SUGGESTED; 16+ for erotic nudity, mild violence, swearing, and non-explicit sexual scenes.

FEATURES;

104k+ words (3 out of 4 chapters developed + 1 Extra Story)

Black & White aesthetic

6 black & white CGs + 2 colored illustrations

One Love Interest with five possible types of branching relationships, non-romantic options included.

Possible romantic rendezvous with other characters while in Mathias's friendship route.

LGBTQIA+ friendly + representation (you can choose your gender and your relationship with Mathias)

Age suggested: 16+ for non-explicit sexual scenes, some soft swearing, and violence.

ABOUT THE GAME;

This game is my first prototype. I'm trying to see if I can give you the freedom to build your relationship with a character while also deciding how you feel about your past and present.

Our experiences (and the way we feel about them) help define who we are, so, in this game, I'd like you to decide yours—and to face whatever consequences come with that choice.

This story will have 4 chapters. :)

♥♥♥♥ This game is free and still under development. Right now, you have 2 out of 4 chapters + 1 Extra Story. If you want to support the development of LtGBtK, please consider leaving a comment on the dev page, following me, and sharing this post!

You can also support me via ko-fi ! ♥♥♥♥

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CHARACTERS;

Mathias Jan Yvanson (LI) - The Crown Prince - 28 - He / His You and Mathias were raised together. As you grew up, he would often read for you, treat your wounds, and he honestly thought he was protecting you while your whole life went up in flames.

Mathias is the future King of Opala, but something seems to be missing, and you're not the only one who sees it. With Mathias being the target of a ravenous court, it's up to you to give him the guidance and answers he needs—or to sit back and watch as the flames get higher. He may seem innocent and good, but there's an underlying layer of guilt shaping his personality. Will you enforce it, break it, or use it in your favor?

Mandreis Jay Yvanson - The Grand General - 26 - They / Them Mathias's sibling and the-child-who-didn't-have-a-whipping-boy. Like you, Mandra was also a victim of King Elias's punishments, and it shows in the many scars they carry.

Everything Mandra does has a reason, and no matter how reckless, rude, or violent they may be, you can be sure of one thing: they'll have Mathias exactly in the place he should be, one way or another. Mandra was once the child who ran after you and Mathias. Today, they're the Grand General of the Opalean Forces, and the symbol of everything that could've gone right—but didn't. Their intentions? Not even the Goddess knows.

Queen Yvana Jal Yvanson - THE Queen - 53 - She / Her The Queen was the one responsible for bringing you into the Castle, decades ago. She used to be sweet and good while you were growing up, but something changed and nobody knows exactly what. Now, as the Azure Taint consumes her, Queen Yvana seems to slowly go back to her former self. Be careful, though. Her gentle countenance hides secrets that go much beyond the black cherry wood forming her crown.

Doctor Helena Filtchen - The Spymaster The Royal Doctor - 56 - She / Her Brutal when needed, incisive when asked, and always paying attention. Some people might think her long-lasting, romantic relationship with Queen Yvana left her too soft to keep acting in the shadows, but Dr. Filtchen is always ready to prove them wrong. She's now focused on studying the Azure Taint and on finding a cure. If she'll find it in time or not, that's another story.

Master Mercurio - The Great Arcanos - ??? - He / Them Nobody knows exactly where he comes from, but "Master Curio," as Mathias has always called him, is possibly one of, if not the most powerful Arcane Mage in all the Five Kingdoms. Nobody knows why or how Master Curio chooses their students or how many they are, but he is in Opala now to train Mathias—and he better not waste the opportunity.

... And YOU! - The Dragon Commander Child of a lesser bourgeois, you were raised in the Castle with everything a royal child could have—plus a painful coating of scars that mask your back, arms, nape, and face. Build your own Dragon Commander, your relationship with Mathias and the others, and discover the past that binds you all, so you can stir your present in the direction you want... and maybe decide the future of the entire kingdom.

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iguessweallcrazyithinktho · 4 years ago

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Protective Dad already

SUMMARY: Dude dude I just saw a post about Sarah and mitch's new baby and Imagine y/n being pregnant too with a little girl and Sarah with a boy and they keep saying that maybe they can be together when they are old enough and Harry being the overprotective dad he is and whine and making tantrums bc that's his little princess and no boy except his dad (and mom) deserves her love more and he's crying and hugging y/n belly begging the baby to just love him and only him - 🦁

GENRE: fluff, angst too

Word count: 900+

WARNING: protective harry, pregnant reader, Sarah being pregnant as well... Are these even something to be scared of?

PAIRING: Harry Styles x reader

Thank you @harrywritingsbyme for letting me write this concept

Please don't post any of my content anywhere else without my permission

28 weeks along, you were one week behind Sarah in your pregnancy. It of course wasn't planned for you and Sarah to get pregnant at the same time, but it happened. You both were excited and knew your bubs would be the best of friends like you Sarah, harry, and Mitch.

It was now known that you were having a little girl while Sarah was having a little boy. The both of you had an inside joke that maybe your kids would grow up and fall in love with each other.

Harry had no idea before that you both had that inside joke before he overhead you both talking about it.

You and Sarah sat on the couch talking about baby things of course. You were both debating on what name to call your kids.

"I want to call her Amelia but Harry wants to go with willow." You said. Sarah nodded, "yeah me and Mitch were going to call him Arlo. It fits and we both agree on it."

"It must be so nice when you agree." You laughed, stroking your growing bump.

"You know, maybe if you go with Amelia they would both match Because Amelia and Arlo both start with an A."

A smile creeped up on your face. "That'll be amazing. They would both brag about having the same letter in their first name. I can see it now." You laughed to yourself thinking about it.

"Not to go too far but what if they grow up and have kid-,"

"Woah woah woah."

You and Sarah turned around at the sudden interruption. Harry stood in the doorway with two cups of what seemed to be lemonade. He was frowning telling you he had heard your conversation.

"What the hell do you mean if they grow up and have kids?" Harry walked around the couch, sitting the cups on the couch before placing his hands on his hips in a sassy stance.

You looked back at Sarah with a grin. She laughed, grabbing the lemonade, drinking it.

"So Harry, me and Sarah were thinking maybe our kids would end up falling in love with each other because you know they'll be friends just like us."

Even before you were finished talking Harry was shaking his head. He hated the thought of his baby girl growing up, and falling in love with someone crushed him even more. He didn't want that at all.

"No, no our little girl will not date anyone. She will stay little forever." Harry kneeled down to your bump, he pressed his head up against it. "Hey little one don't fall in love with anyone. I want you to be little forever, please don't grow up for daddy."

Harry let a tear escape his eye which you caught. You instantly grew guilty. You didn't know it would hurt him this much. "Harry honey, I'm sorry. We were just joking." You mumbled taking his chin in your hand.

Harry sniffed. "I'm sorry. I just um… I need some time to think." Harry quickly got up and walked outside.

You looked back at Sarah, your mouth open in disbelief. You didn't expect him to be upset as he was.

"I'm going to go check on him." You said as you got up. Sarah nodded understanding you.

You walked outside to the patio where Harry was. He was staring out into the distance. You slowly walked up to him, not wanting to disturb him but still wanted to know if he was okay. "Harry, are you okay?"

Harry turned to you, "yeah, I'm alright."

"Yeah, I'm sorry." Harry sighed. "It just hit me right then and there I'm going to a Papa. I'm going to have a little girl that I have to protect and watch grow up."

You walked up to him continuing to listen to him.

"She's going to fall in love and' I'm going to hate it, but it will happen." Harry ran his hand over his face, letting out an ugh. "It just sucks."

You exhaled softly reaching out for Harry's hand. "I know honey, I know it's going to be hard. I'm scared just like you are. I don't want to watch her and any other kids of ours grow up and fall in love and eventually get married. But it's going to happen and we can't do anything about it. We just need to enjoy the time we have with them while they're little beans."

Harry smiled at your little beans comment warming your heart. "Sarah and I were just joking. We don't want them together, we just want them to be best friends just like all 4 of us are. It's nothing more."

Harry pressed his lips into a the line. "Yeah, okay." Harry exhaled, squeezing your hand lightly. "I'm sorry." You smiled at him softly. "It's okay harry. I'm not upset. Now how about we go back inside and enjoy our day okay."

Harry nodded, "alright."

Harry followed you back inside to where Sarah and Mitch were waiting. "Is everything ok?" Sarah asked. Harry breathed out a yes before sitting on the couch beside you.

"I was just having a hissy fit." Sarah and Mitch laughed. "Yeah, sounds like Sarah." Mitch commented.

Sarah's mouth fell open. She slapped his chest with a frown. "Shut up, no it doesn't." You all laughed and continued on with your talk.

Who knows maybe your kids would have something in the future but now you all were going to stick with them being friends and let them figure out what they wanted when they are adults some day.

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