#Oh Ellie -- beautiful beautiful adorable strong wronged Ellie!

[schmweed]

[letterstopedrito]

#15

Hi Pedro,

Things have been a little better since my last letter. I finally broke down and talked to my husband. Finally told him I felt like his roommate and not his wife. That he existed with me in the same space but not with me, you know? It was a good talk. I'm sure I hurt his feelings, but still. He understood. He's making an effort.

I'm not sure how to come to terms with the fact that I regret settling down so early, though. I wish I had some magic ability to take a couple years off from this whole settled down and married thing and then come back like nothing happened. Some magic where I could go be someone else for a while and come back to the comfort and safety and love of this man. I fucked up when I married him. I let myself ignore all the things I know I need that he can never give me. It's not a matter of asking him to fix certain behaviors. The man I want is not who he is. He can't change his whole personality to make me happy. I just... I resent the fact that passion, lust, that desperate wanting, is simply not in his vocabulary. He loves me and he works hard to show me that everyday, but it's not what I need from him.

Anyway. He's trying. Maybe I'll get over it and everything will be fine.

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I just watched Prospect. I fucking loved that movie. I know it's been 5 years, but a sequel would be so fucking cool. I love how over the top your character is in that. Your arm getting cut off is just so ridiculous. I loved it. I have a fun little list of what I want with your characters.

I want to be one of Oberyn's lovers. Nothing committed. Not close enough to him to be completely broken when his head gets squished in, but close enough to know what that fiery passion feels like.

I want to be Javi Peña's coworker that he sneaks around with. Still nothing committed. I'd be too worried about him and too jealous of his informants to commit. But god he's so hot.

I want to wrap Javi Gutierrez in a big hug. Kiss his forehead. Run my fingers through his curls while he lays in my lap and tells me about his screenplay.

I'm wildly attracted to Ezra, but I'm not really cut out for the life he lives. I still want to rip that damn suit off him though. The scene in the drop pod after he gets shot? Sitting all sprawled out and panting from the pain in his arm... good lord almighty.

I want Joel to find me in Jackson and decide Ellie needs a stepmom. I love Ellie so so much. We'd be best friends. And Joel's rough voice and rougher hands. His gray hair. His strong arms and soft belly. I want to fix him. He definitely activates my savior complex something awful.

Dieter Bravo... man if I was in that bubble and he asked to have sex with me I'd say yes in a heartbeat. His wild hair and wilder eyes... fuck dude. Savior complex again. I can fix him, I swear (I can't). I'd ruin myself trying.

Dave York is hot, but I'd have to steer clear of him. For one thing... he's married with kids. But for another, he works for the bad guys.

Marcus Moreno is another one that could use a stepmom for his kid. That's all I've got on him... he seems sweet.

Agent Whiskey has a special place in my heart, since I'm from Kentucky and the Statesman Distillery is there. I also love a cowboy, love a whip, and love a tragic backstory. Agent Whiskey did nothing wrong!! And that's coming from someone who definitely would've needed the antidote. I would save him from the meat grinder.

Fish... Oh Frankie. He needs a haircut and a shower. He needs someone to convince him trafficking cocaine to the US is a bad idea. He needs someone to remind him that he's important and his life matters. I don't think I could fix him either.

I'd punch "Dio" in the face.

Edward from Buffy is sweet and so adorable, but he dies and I like older men with patchy facial hair so...

Din. Again. Needs a stepmom for his kid. Or at least a babysitter. I just read this beautiful, heartbreaking unfinished fic about a girl who does that. He picks her up and takes her with him and they fall in love. He shows her his face, but it doesn't feel like wish fulfillment, you know? In the fic, it's basically mandalorian marriage. And there's this whole thing about how "to know is to love" and it's beautiful. I'm horny for Mando, but Din in that fic is probably the reason I feel my heart swell and get a lump in my throat when I think about him.

That's all of them I've seen so far. I plan on watching everything you've been in. I think Ezra is my favorite character of yours, Oberyn is the sexiest, and Javier Peña is the one I'd be most likely to ruin my life for. I'd run away with Mando in a heartbeat too, though. What do you think about your characters? If you knew these people in real life, how would you react to each one?

Have a good night, my dear dear friend.

G.

[tommyssecret]

~ Her Scarf ~

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Tommy is awkward. That’s it

WARNING: None

MASTERLIST

A/N: This is just another little piece that I wrote as a part of a new story I’m working on. If you want you can also read this.

I will likely post the first few chapters of the story in the next week. As always, let me know your thoughts! :)

Also if you want to be added to my taglist just send me a message or reply to this post!

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She held Charlie in her arms, as he didn’t really seem too keen on being let down yet, and she didn’t exactly mind carrying him anyway. She and Charlie, and his father were out on a walk. It was one she took with Charlie every morning, but his father mentioned he had extra time this morning and that he’d like to go with them, which neither Ellie nor Charlie objected to. It was nice for the little boy to spend some extra time with his father, and by the looks of it, his father was enjoying the quiet summer morning as well. It had been relatively cool the night before, and clouds had covered the sun for most of the morning, so the heat wasn’t a problem, and it was rather breezy that morning as well, so she opted to dress herself and the little boy in light coats. She had tied her hair back from her face with a silk scarf. The deep red paisley was one of her favorites; it had been a gift from her mother, one she had for years now but hadn’t worn in a long time. Her mother had given it to Ellie for her birthday a few years before she passed.

Charlie had seen two butterflies, and they had flown by Ellie, and he, quite enthusiastically, had reached over her to point to them. While doing so, he leaned on her head, accidentally pushing the scarf loose, but not enough for her to notice. But she had noticed him accidentally pull her hair. “Oh! Easy, Charlie. Maybe it’s time for you to get down so you can go on your own.” She said as she put him down on the grass, making sure his legs were firmly planted before letting him go. As soon as Ellie did, he ran off in the direction of the two butterflies he’d seen. She giggled slightly at his adorable excitement before looking back to his father, who had still been quiet up until this point. They both watched the boy run around in the grass before letting his attention move away from the butterflies and then promptly finding something else in the grass that interested his curious little mind.

A gust of wind came and pulled the scarf from her hair; this she had noticed as it blew away behind her. It caught Mr. Shelby’s attention as well, and he walked to retrieve it for her. It had landed a few feet away, settling on top of the grass, almost like a leaf falling in the autumn. As he bent down to pick it up, he was pleased by the feeling of the soft silk in between his rough fingers. He didn’t even have to hold it to his nose to know it carried her wonderful scent; it simply wafted from the fabric and met him through the delicate breeze. It wasn’t a complicated scent or anything particularly strong, but it made his thoughts stop for a moment, it slowed him down, it calmed him. He couldn’t place the scent either. It was likely a combination of things. If he had to guess, it was the soap she used to wash her beautiful hair, the perfume she’d spray on her beautiful skin, or maybe he was wrong. Perhaps it was the natural scent she had, perhaps it was just a part of her, like the softness of her supple skin, maybe it just leaked off her in waves. He wouldn’t put it past her to naturally be that wonderful. Only she could torture him like that.

As he reached her again, the silk scarf clutched firmly in his hand as to not let it fly away again, he went to hand the scarf back to her, but his son had distracted her, and so he retracted his outstretched hand and cleared his throat, looking down awkwardly and folding the scarf into his pocket. Charlie excitedly ran back to her, perhaps even more excited than before, if that was possible. “Ellie! Ellie! Ellie!” He said, running to her. She kneeled down to his level and stretched her arms out to catch him as the little boy bounded toward her. She wrapped her arms around him and brought him up to hold him as she had before. His tiny fists were wrapped in the soft knitted fabric of her navy blue sweater. “Look, Ellie! I found a pine cone!” He said, holding it up so she could inspect it. “Oh, that’s a big one! Are you going to keep it? We can bring it back with us, and you can put it with the other ones you found yesterday.”

“Daddy? Can we go see the horses today? Ellie says that you’re busy and I have to ask.” Charlie said looking back at his dad, a hopeful little smile on his face.

“Ms. Riley is right Charlie, I am busy, but I’ll go with you if she says it’s alright.” He said.

Charlie looked at Ellie with a look. Well now she had to say yes, she couldn’t say no to that face. “Well let’s go then, we can’t keep the poor dears waiting. They may have forgotten you since yesterday.” She said making her way with Charlie in her arms to the stables, Tommy following. She still had yet to even look at him this morning, let alone speak to him.

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[lunabonita]

My Webtoon Recommendations

These are webtoons that are all 10/10 for me. Of course it doesn’t have to be a 10/10 for you, so just a reminder, do not attack me for liking a webtoon that you do not. These are my opinions and we are not going to have the exact same taste. Please be respectful.

Your Throne

Genre: Fantasy

Chapters: 75

Status: Ongoing

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“Tensions are brewing under the seemingly calm surface of the Vasilios Empire, a kingdom ruled by the Imperial Family and the Temple. Lady Medea Solon has lost her place next to Crown Prince Eros, but resolves to win back whats rightfully hers. Will she reclaim her throne?”

You know whats amazing about this webtoon? The summary leads you to think that what shes winning back is the prince. Wrong. Shes trying to win back the throne. I love how this webtoon doesn’t try to make it a girl focusing her goals on a man, but on power. Medea is such a strong and well written character that you can’t help but love her.

The second protagonist Pschye, who of which is the person who took Medeas place as Crown Princess, is the complete opposite of Medea. At the beginning you hate her, but as the webtoon goes on and Medea and her get a better understanding of eachother due to them switching bodies as a wish from God, you begin to root for them as they team up to take over the throne from the Crown Prince.

The art is so beautiful and I constantly found myself at awe from the amount of detail put into it.

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The Makeup Remover

Genre: Romace

Chapters: 78

Status: Ongoing

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“After years of being told to focus on studying, Yeseul feels lost when she starts college and is suddenly expected to pay attention to makeup. When a chance encounter with brilliant makeup artist Yuseong leads to her taking part in a televised makeup competition, Yeseul begins to question the role that makeup and appearance play in society.”

This was created by one of my favorite webtoon creators Lee Yone. Their art is just so amazing and their stories always include such good topics.

For instance, The Makeup Remover’s theme is loving yourself for who you are. It shows how people treat you based on your looks and as someone whos struggled with that kind of thing for a while, this webtoon really touched me. The main character Yeseul is such a relatable character, even when trying to reject beauty standards, she still came subject to the pressures of living up to the people around her. She struggles with trying to love her own appearance and I really like that this webtoon didn’t try to be like, ‘fuck the beauty standard im better than that screw pretty people!!!’ it actually showed realistically how people struggle with self-image. I also love the main love interest because oh my god, we need more men like him please. He doesn’t care about Yeseul’s appearance and genuinely loves her for her personality.

Also, art is amazing. The author is so talented and you should support them by reading and liking the chapters.

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Surviving Romance

Genre: Horror

Chapters: 14

Status: Ongoing

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“When Chaerin Eun becomes the protagonist of the romance novel she is reading, she expects a fairytale ending with the novel’s love interest, Jeha. But when a bizarre twist makes her realize the story is not playing out as it does in the book, she’ll need the help of an unlikely character from her class to defy the new storyline and find her happy ending - if only she can figure out who this ‘Unknown Extra’ is first!”

Hands down one of my favorite webtoons by a long shot. You ever see a webtoon and think, ‘oh yeah, thats going to be a good webtoon’? Thats how this webtoon was for me. It was so good that I spent hours searching for other chapters that hadn’t been uploaded to webtoon yet on other manhua websites. I discovered it because it was also by the author of ‘The Makeup Remover’.

If there is one thing you need to know about me, its that I am a huge horror fan. So when I saw that my favorite author on webtoon had a horror themed webtoon out? You bet your behind that I binged it. Let me tell you, best choice ever.

Think of it as if ‘Ino’s Law’ and ‘Quarantine’ were combined with amazing art and a badass MC.

The Remarried Empress

I love how it is set up to the point where she cannot ‘quit’ until she completes the novel. Creating scenarios where she must survive while meeting the standards in the book. It is such an amazingly written webtoon and I cannot wait for more chapters to be released.

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Genre: Fantasy

Chapters: 82

Status: Ongoing

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“Navier Ellie Trovi was an empress perfect in every way - intelligent, courageous, and socially adept. She was kind to her subjects and devoted to her husband. Navier was perfectly content to live the rest of her days as the wise empress of the Eastern Empire. That is, until her husband brought hone a mistress and demanded a divorce. ‘I accept this divorce… And i request an approval of my remarriage.’ In a shoking twist Navier remaarries another emperor and retains her title and childhood dream as empress. But just how did everything unfold? “

Am I in love with Navier? Yes.

I absolutely adore how this story was set up. The first chapter begins with the big divorce scene, followed by Navier saying that she was going to be remarrying someone else since he wants to divorce her. This sets up a picture that gets completely shattered as you read the chapters. How everything falls into place with the reason behind the divorce and the remarriage is just so well written. The art is so good and and everything is just so insanely well done.

I absolutely love Naviers character, from her regalness and devoted loyalty to her role as empress, all the way to her petty moments and times of sadness. She is truly a character that you want the best for, and I cannot image anyone not liking her. Also the story is just so capable of making you feel emotions. I’ve laughed, cried, and got angry during the course of reading this webtoon. I love how betrayed I felt when the emperor brought home his mistress. It felt like I was in Navier’s shoes!

This is such a well done webtoon and I'm so excited for Navier to get all of the good things she deserves in her new Kingdom and with her new husband.

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Witch Creek Road

Genre: Horror

Chapters: 74

Status: Ongoing

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“A survival horror about love, acceptance, death, and revenge. And sexy flesh-eating demons. Yeah, it has those, too.”

This series seriously mind fucked me. The way that this story is set up, you don’t see the full picture until the later chapters. Season two literally blew my mind. It is also very gorey so keep that in mind if you don’t like that kind of stuff, but for me that makes it all the better. It is just so wild and crass that you can feel your heart pumping in anticipation.

They even have their own website that goes further into the lore because it’s just so wild. Also the art style is just so amazing, because it complements the story and horror theme so much. You hate most of the characters because they suck, and it is so satisfying when they are killed. Also it has it’s sad moments but I think it is a nice break from the horror so it isn’t so overwhelmingly scary.

I binged this series and I recommend reading only a few chapters a day so you don’t overload your brain.

Other then that, an amazing webtoon. Seriously, go read it, support the author, so much work goes into the story and art that it’s insane.

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Dating With A Tail

Genre: Romance

Chapters: 36

Status: Ongoing

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“On the dawn of her 29th birthday, unlucky-in-love Yunha discovers a shocking family secret: she’s started growing a fox tail, the mark of an ancestral curse. She must find her fated love before her 30th birthday or she is destined to become a fox forever! Even with her new-found enchanting power to attract men using her scent, will one year be enough to break the curse before it’s too late?”

Oh my gosh this is just such a good webtoon. It has amazing art, story telling, and characters. The true love interest was there the whole time, the villain isn’t who you’d expect it to be, and the spirit who cursed her is just! Im not going to spoil it but go read this webtoon!! It is so good and deserves more love.

Also Yunha is just so relatable?? Like she put off finding the woodcutter (her fated love) for 29 years and waited last minute to find him. Homegirl is me trying to do a project for school. Also to get rid of the scent that makes men attracted to her, she just starts eating a ton of garlic and that is just so funny to me.

Also I would go to church for the priest anytime if you know what i mean ;)

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Omniscient Reader

Genre: Action

Chapters: 53

Status: Ongoing

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“Dokja was an average office worker whose sole interest was reading his favorite web novel ‘Three Ways to Survive the Apocalypse.’ But when the novel suddenly becomes reality, he is the only person who knows how the world will end. Armed with this realization, Dokja uses his understanding to change the course of the story, and the world, as he knows it.”

I cannot get over how high quality this story is. The world building is phenomenal, the art is fantastic, and the characters are very fleshed out. This deserved all the hype it has gotten so far and more.

I love the ‘mc thrown into a different reality’ trope so much. Just like with surviving romance, Dokja’s world became the story he was reading. Also a very cool aspect of the story is the level up and the fact that its like a game. Earth has turned into this show for god like creatures to watch and it follows Dokja trying to survive. I also really like that TWSA has a protagonist, but Omniscient Reader’s protagonist is not the protagonist that was in TWSA. There is just so much lore and I’ll say it again, the world building is just phenomenal.

The Ddokkaebi’s and Dokja’s interactions are also just some of my favorite moments from the story so far. And oh my goodness I would die for Lee Gilyoung. Thats it, thats the tweet. That little boy could probably kill me with his giant praying mantis and I would let him if it would make him happy.

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Not So Shoujo Love Story

Genre: Comedy

Chapters: 45

Status: Ongoing

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“Romance super-fan Rei Chan is ready for her first boyfriend and she knows just who it’ll be: the most handsome boy in school, Hansum Ochinchin. But her plans for the perfect story are derailed when the most popular girl in class declares herself a rival… for Rei’s heart?! This is the year her not so shoujo love story begins!”

This is just such a cute webtoon. The style is very appealing and while the humor can be childish and weird sometimes, it still has made me laugh a lot. I know the humors not for everyone but just keep in mind that it does get better as the story progresses and gets more serious.

Also its a gl! I’m really unable to find good gls these days that don’t fetishize wlw relationships. Rei being painted as a mean trouble maker whos just misunderstood and Hana being the ‘perfect girl’ who only wants Rei’s attention is such a cute dynamic. They balance each other out and better each other. Also stan Rei for constantly sticking up for Hana even if she doesn’t necessarily like her in the beginning, she has very good morals and sticks to them.

Also the defying stereotypes in this webtoon? Just god-tier. Really makes you think twice when you judge someone just on first impressions alone.

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Odd Girl Out

Genre: Drama

Chapters: 264

Status: Ongoing

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“After a successful winter break makeover, Nari is finally ready for her high school debut. But somehow, she ends up friends with the three prettiest girls in school! Follow Nari as she tries to navigate her brand new high school life surrounded by beauties.”

This story has made me cry multiple times. A lot, even. It is just such a beautiful tale of friendship and finding support in people who are unlike those around theme. It also tells a great story about how anybody can be the ‘odd girl out’. Be it the fat girl, the beautiful girl, the rich girl, or the laid back girl.

It goes so deep into its characters that you even feel bad for the minor antagonists. It really makes you feel for the characters and the reasons behind their actions. Also I know its long, believe me I binged all 260 chapters in the span of three days, but oh my god it is worth it. Also I know the art is kind of off-putting, in fact that’s kind of why I put off reading the story, but I’ve honestly grown to love it and the writing is so good that the art could be literal stick figures and it wouldn’t matter.

The story is amazing and also I just love Nari. She’s just the best.

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Gremoryland

Genre: Horror

Chapters: 67

Status: Completed

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“Six old school friends are invited to be the first visitors of GremoryLand, a new horror theme park that promises an experience as unique as it is spooky. But once this experience starts there is no turning back, and they find themselves tested beyond what they imagines, facing their most desperate fears in order to survive.”

This is definitely one of those stories were you kind of need to turn of your brain and choose to ignore ‘plot holes’ while reading the early chapters because this story definitely gets crazy if you don’t know the ending. Believe me if you stick with it it will all make sense and the satisfaction you get from finding the ending is just so worth it.

The story is so good, and who Gremory is you would literally never suspect. When it was revealed who Gremory was and how he was able to create Gremoryland is so fucking mind boggling that you would never guess. I had to do a double take. It wasn’t like one of those random characters with a vendetta type of twists, but like one you can pick out from clues throughout the story.

Its so good and twisted and just so worth at least giving it a chance.

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These were some of my favorite webtoons on the app! Of course it’s not all of them because unfortunately there is a 10 image limit. I also made this because I’ve run out of new webtoons to read and would love if you guys commented some of your own recs. I can also do a part two with other ones I liked if y’all want more recommendations. You guys can even request specific categories like Drama or Sci-Fi and I can tell you my favorite ones from that genre.

Also a reminder - if you disagree with any of my praise of these webtoons be respectful about it. At the end of the day it’s my opinion and you don’t need to be rude when disagreeing with that opinion.

[bebepac]

Six Sentence Sunday 04.25.21

Original Post: 4/25/21 at 12:54PM EST

I’ve been a little  all over the place this week I know with me being more missing in action!  I’ve hit a really busy spell again at work, technically it’s never “not busy,”  and I’m also  looking for a new job.

Good news I had my interview on Friday and I think it went really well.   There are three positions for the department I want to go into as they have been given more clinical trials to work on. 

I had my interviewer laughing and I think I asked very good questions about the organization.   My questions when I was asked were:

* How does your organization ensure a healthy work/life balance for your employees?

* I know the job is currently remote right now, but when it’s not i’ll be going into the office three days a week and home two.  How do you all strive to have a teamwork atmosphere in the office with staff?

* Is there room for advancement?

I’m hoping I did as well as I think I did.  

As a reminder if you missed tags, and it seems like the fandom has been relatively collectively busy in their own lives across the board, here’s what I’ve posted in the past 7-10 days.

And Then... There Were Two  (The Meet  Chapter 1 : A Greek Meat Prequel) 

Pop’s 🌎 World  (Mia’s World Special:  Pops POV) 

What are you working on @dcbbw​​ @burnsoslow​​ @bbrandy2002​​ @sirbeepsalot​​

@sfb123 @ao719 @txemrn @darley1101​  @jessiembruno​ and anyone else! Feel free to take me in your wips and six sentences sundays!

This is what I have going on:  

Derby Girl

The Life of Riley Book 2:  Chapter 4

The Book:  TRR

Pairing: Liam x Riley

Status:  Still in the writing process 

Riley glared at him.  “I’m not an animal Duke Ramsford.”  

“That remains to be seen.  If the Cordonian people do not fall in love with you, even though he could be Lady Riley he will not choose you.  Love is not the only thing that matters here.  It’s honestly not even a factor here.  Prince Liam has a duty to his people to pick the most suitable woman to be at his side.  So you, dear idealistic girl must learn to give the people what they want.  The derby today will give you the opportunity to meet the press for the first time.  This will set the tone of how the people will begin to approve of you or disapprove of you.   The Queen is also important here as well.”  

“I think the Queen might potentially be on my side.”  

Bertrand laughed.  “You don’t know The Queen.”  

“I met with her and she wasn’t rude to me. She was actually helpful when you think about it.  She told me to get a feel for the audience that will be watching me and dress for them.  I think that’s helpful advice.”

“You’re right that is helpful advice.”  

“You need to get ready. Head to the boutique and make sure you pick something suitable.”

Riley almost didn’t want to go to the boutique after what happened to her the last time.

However this time when she walked in she was greeted by a kind middle-aged woman with a genuinely welcoming smile.

“And you must be Lady Riley.”

“I am.” Riley still had her guard up her voice and body language tight and protecting herself.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”  

“Oh!”

“I know that the last time you were here, you didn’t have the greatest experience with the staff, and I apologize for that, but if there is anything you need I will be more than willing to assist.”  

“Thank you so very much.”  

Riley smiled.

“It’s no wonder….”

“It’s no wonder what?”

“Why he’s so enchanted with you.  I was sworn to secrecy, but he couldn’t hide how he feels about you.  Let me know if you need any help picking out something for him.  You’re living your very own Cinderella story right now.”  

The Double Date Mistake

The Meet: Chapter 2

The Book:  TRR

Pairing:  Liam x OC

Status:  Still in the writing process

“And done. He has your number now Jili. Now fly my little birdies fly.”  

She thought he would text right away but he didn’t.  The whole way to Bebe’s apartment the twenty minute drive Jili’s phone was silent.

Bebe looked at Jili as she glanced at her phone.  What the actual hell?

She texted Jilian.

“Bebe why the hell are you texting me? I’m sitting right next to you?”

“I was just making sure your phone was on.”  

“I mean he’s still working Bebe.  He can’t just drop everything and just start texting away.”

“The hell he can’t. What in the actual fuck is wrong with you bruh?” Bebe grumbled as she angrily typed on her phone.

“Wing Woman are you trying to crash this plane?”

“The mother  hasn’t even taken off yet with you two trying to pilot it. I’m gonna need you to get your life together Jili.”  

The driver pulled to a stop. “Damn I really wanted to see how this turned out.”

Bebe got out of the car in a huff.

“I’ll let you know.”   Jili called out the window to her.

Ri-Liamo de Bergerac

Fast Forward Special:  A birthday Fic: 

The Book:  TRH and Beyond

Pairing: Liam x Riley 

Status:  Still in the writing process

* not complaining here: but you guys love some fast forward!  this would be the second time I’ve asked for a specific series pairing on a birthday fic and fast forward is what is mentioned.  I miss it too. *  

Riley raised her eyebrow at Maxwell. She saw him pacing nervously as he kept glancing in Taylor's direction. Taylor was completely oblivious as she had her nose buried in a book she'd gotten from the estate library.

Finally Maxwell had psyched himself up. He walked over to Taylor sitting in the lawn chair next to her.

"Hey Softie."

Taylor put down her book, as did Ellie as she was sharing the oversized lounge chair in the sun with Taylor. Both lifted their sunglasses to their hair.  

"Lord Playlist?"

"So I was wondering if you want to have dinner tonight."

"Silly Uncle Maxwell, we eat dinner every night."  Ellie confirmed matter of factly.

"What Riley Jr. said."  Both Taylor and Ellie picked up their books again, sliding their glasses back to cover their eyes.

Riley laughed to herself.  Oh my God Taylor she thought. She is absolutely adorably clueless. Liam laughed softly.  He gently rubbed Riley's stomach.

"Aren't you glad we're married? We don't  have to do that."

"You were never like that."

Liam blushed.  "I felt like that when I talked to you the first time. I don't even remember what I said on the street to you. I was so dumbfounded by your beauty."

"You don't remember me being so awkward?"

Liam shook his head. "You… were perfect, is all I remember, My Love."

A light blush hit Max's cheeks.  

"What I meant Softie, was you and me alone, away from the estate."

Taylor slowly lowered the book again.

"So like a date?"

"I mean date is a strong word, but it could be an accurate one. Two people dressed nicely eating food together at the same table. I mean I'm not opposed to the idea if you are."

Tagging the comments!

[peakywitch]

Alibi - Sean Wallace

“ Hiya creative human being! I was wondering if you could make an imagine with Sean Wallace using 19,28,54 in which he comes back home after been hiding and find out his girlfriend was pregnant and they have a 2-moth-old baby girl???? Random, I know. Love your writing, bye 💕 “

19.  “It’s a long story.” “You made me believe you were dead. For eleven months. I have time.” 

28.   “What…is this?”

54.   “I had no choice.”

words: 3097

TW: strong vocabulary, blood, death and yeah

Jesus i have been writing this shit for months MONTHS now, hope you enjoy it!

MASTERLIST

A year ago

"Marian?" Y/N's voice sounded behind the door of the Wallace residence, alarmed “Marian, your car is outside! Open up, please! "

The knocks of her hand against the door sounded incessant. It was eleven o'clock on a cold and rainy Sunday night. No one was to be seen on the street. Her white sneakers were soaked in water and mud, staining them in strange colors. She had stepped on several puddles while running the blocks that separated her from her mother-in-law.

Through the window, Y/N could see that the light came on in the hallway, letting her know that someone was in the house. Impatient and nervous, she clenched her fingers tightly. When the lock began to click, Y/N bit her lip, and nervously combed her hair.

"Y/N?"

Marian was wearing black satin pajamas that brought out the white of her skin and was barefoot but wearing stockings. How could she?

"You were Sleeping?" Y/N asked, unable to understand the situation.

"Of course, Y/N. Tomorrow I have to work early."

The woman spoke tiredly and calmly, she was not upset.

"So Sean is here." She affirmed, breathing for a second and closing her eyes. She realized that she was holding her breath, or at least taking short breaths.

"Sean is not here." The woman denied.

The girl's eyes widened in fear. Marian knew in an instant that everything was wrong.

It was five in the morning; the moon was still hidden behind rain-laden clouds. Three hundred and fifteen calls had gone out of Y/N's phone to Sean's phone. Marian, with her phone, had sent hundreds of messages and the whole family was alerted. No matter the schedule, there were people on every block in London looking for Sean Wallace.

Each call that was diverted to the mailbox was one more tear than Y/N cried. Finn had been killed a year ago, but this had nothing to do with the anniversary of his father's death. He would have warned Billy, so his brother can explain to us all. This was not typical of him.

Nine months ago

Marian set the food on the black marble table and began to store groceries in each drawer. She started the conversation by suggesting to her daughter-in-law that she go to a doctor, to which she laughed.

"I don't want to go without Sean, I won't do this alone."

The woman rolled her eyes, she was stubborn.

"You will not be alone, Y/N." she whispered, as she put down the milk cartons and hugged the young woman. “I am with you, I will help you with whatever you need. Always."

"I can't do this without Sean, Mar." The girl cried, in the woman's arms "I just can't, I ..."

Marian's heart ached just to see the girl Sean loved so devastated, sad, and desolate. There were no words to comfort her or enough hugs to heal her. Her heart ached, she felt lost.

"I will go with you. I will hold your hand and celebrate with you if it is a boy like you want. I will help you put together the room, the crib ... I will teach you everything I learned with three children." She smiled through tears, as she stroked the girl's hair with teary eyes.

Y/N's arms encircled Marian's body, as she

smiled and affirmed that everything would be fine over and over again.

Three months ago

Y/N was in the hospital bed, her white and pink coat was tied and the sweat on her forehead was dry. Marian was sitting in the chair to the right of the bed. She was reading a magazine while thinking that Y/N was resting.

Although she had her water broken, the doctors found it appropriate for her to rest a couple of hours to regain energy before starting the final stage.

"If Sean doesn't show up today..." Y/N whispered, diverting Marian from her magazine. She raised her eyes and approached the young woman so that she did not have to exert a lot of force "If he doesn't appear these days, then..." she took a deep breath, swallowed with effort, and continued "then he is no longer here with us."

"Y/N, Sean... he..."

“No, he promised. He would never leave me alone in this. No ant moves a damn leaf without the idiot knowing. If he doesn't show up in a week, then he's dead, Marian."

The anger in the girl's voice hit her like a bucket of ice water.

Her son.

Her Sean.

Dead.

Marian's eyes filled with tears, just thinking about it broke her heart. The pain made her ignore the apology the girl whispered. Everything was spinning.

So what if Y/N was right?

What if Sean was dead?

Even with the weight of the woman's words, Marian remained there in the hospital. She moved impatiently in time with the clock on the wall. After three hours of parading down the long, white corridor a few thousand times, the doctor mentioned Y/N's name.

"Yes, I am her family." She responded with a slightly nervous smile to the doctor's question. Marian walked shyly through the door, and there she saw Y/N with a small baby in her arms and a smile as big as the sun on her face. Her eyes were full of tears, and her fingers gently caressed the baby's small nose.

Y/N looked up and saw Marian nervous and anxious at the door, watching from afar.

"And?" she smiled "Wouldn't you like to meet your granddaughter, Marian?"

Marian was able to regain consciousness when she saw the blue eyes of a baby staring at her. Those blue eyes, so typical of Sean. Her eyes were very prominent. She had pink cheeks, a nose as small as a button, and soft, plump lips.

"Say hello to your grandma, Olive."

"Olive Wallace," Marian smiled, "Welcome to the family, beautiful."

Present

Marian, Y/N, and Olive had been the best trio London could have ever met. The baby was a fan of photos, or so it seemed since in each photo she looked excellent. Wherever Y/N and Olive were, Marian was by their side. They took care of each other and helped Y/N rest on days that work took a little longer and Olive wouldn't stop crying. Marian had been faithful to her, teaching her tricks, unthinkable ways of doing things, and offering her a shoulder to cry on when she felt like she couldn't take it anymore.

That afternoon had been like any other. After lunch they both bundled up, Y/N bundled Olive up and went for a walk so they could enjoy the cold with a coffee and a good chat.

When they returned, laughing they opened the door. Olive was sleeping peacefully in her pram and Marian was remembering aloud one of the most disastrous days of her life.

"I swear to God, I love my kids but I would never go back to that damn picnic."

Marian took Olive upstairs so she could put the baby to bed in her adorable pink crib. And while Y/N took off her cover, she walked to the kitchen to start making Olive’s dinner.

Although she was happy and infinitely grateful to Sean's mother for having always been by his side, Y/N kept wondering how this last year would have been with her husband by her side. Would he have taken more photos than Marian? Would he speak to Olive, trying to calm her down all those early mornings before her birth in which she wouldn't let her sleep? And suddenly, among so many questions, her eyes burst into tears when she imagined what it would have been like to paint Olive's room with him, see him full of paint, excited, tired, perhaps frustrated by something with the brush or the color. She couldn't help it, the pain overwhelmed her every time Sean's face appeared in her memory. She couldn't even look at his photos, how would she tell Olive who he is, or was, Sean?

She wiped her tears with the sleeves of her woolen sweater, lightly scraping her skin and looking out the kitchen window that overlooked the backyard. Sean loved that garden. He liked to sit on the grass on the days he had off in the spring and read. Or he would watch Y/N take care of her plants for hours, from sunrise to sunset. Then he would fill her face with kisses, pulling grass out of her hair and putting a flower in her ponytail.

“Sean, I ask you for the love of Olive, don’t be dead. I know you checked the cameras every night, so you will listen to me. Please…” she whispered through tears “please don't be dead, come home, I won't be able to without you. I don't want any of this without you. "

As she got ready to prepare Olive's bottle, she heard the rain begin to fall heavily. The sky seemed to fall, as did Y/N's hopes.

As she waited for the microwave timer to ring, her cell phone rang.

Elliot, she read.

"Hello, Elli." Y/N smiled, tired, and trying to sound normal.

"Are you at home?" he asked, agitated. A shrill horn sounded, a few screams, and more honks.

"What happened?"

"Are you at home, or are you not? I need help!" he yelled, then cursed another driver. She pulled the phone away from her ear, briefly stunned.

"Yes, how far away are you?"

The adrenaline rush of the Wallace family business was something that always left a sweet taste in her mouth. She hated violence, but she was almost addicted to the adrenaline it brought.

"I'm parking outside."

The cell phone fell from Y/N's hand, allowing her to call out to Marian with a yell and run to the door at the same time. She flung it open, watching as Elliot and Bill lowered a man with his face covered in blood.

"Oh shit." Y/N was disgusted, containing the retching.

Elliot and Billy knew Sean and Y/N's house by heart, so they took the dying man to the bathroom.

Or so she thought.

The amount of blood she saw made her dizzy, her eyes closed and her back pinned itself to the wall. After taking a deep breath, she felt Marian close the door.

She corroborated the girl's state with a simple question and a caress on her hair. The poor girl could only smile.

"I think that man is going to die, you know?" laughed sadly Y/N “We can only send money to his wife and children. As we do with everyone. "

Marian's lips were tight, she was disgusted, but Y/N was right. That was something she admired about her, she was always right and it was easy for her to tell the painful truth.

She followed her into the kitchen and watched her sit at the table, staring at the wall. Marian was pouring her a glass of water so she could calm down. They remained silent, and it was not until she had completely drunk the glass that she spoke.

“Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I hadn't met Sean. I think I would still be at my mother's house, without a partner, and with a cat."

“There is no way to know that, Y/N. Because you met him and now that…” the woman stopped short, she wouldn't say it “and now that you are here, we are a family. With Billy, Elliot, Olive… we are a family, okay? And we will be there for you, always."

When she was about to answer, Elliot walked into the kitchen. His shirt was bathed in red, all wrinkled. The bleeding cut on his eyebrow alarmed the two women, and the interrogation soon began.

What happened, why, how, where.

Elliot answered everything. An undercover agent broke his alibi, a gang from a strange-named country, near downtown.

"Where is he?" Y/N asked.

"In Sean's office." Elliot replied.

"What is he doing in Sean's office!?" yelled Y / N, and ran off.

"Y/N!"

Elliot chased her through the house, calling out her name. But Y/N all she heard were complaints from herself, Sean's office? Really?

"You have to ask for my permission, Elliot!" she yelled, reaching the door.

"No, Y/N, we ..."

“You nothing, Elliot. This is my house and Sean’s; you can't put anybody in his office! "

Y/N was furious, the screaming had awakened Olive.

“What even is all of these?!” she screamed, the blood always drove her crazy “Listen to me well…” the woman pointed out to the man covered in blood “when I come back in two minutes, I want my husband's office empty and that man in the bathtub in the downstairs room. I don't want blood on the rugs, because you'll clean it up yourself. You heard me?"

Elliot nodded poker-faced, as he watched the woman walk away from him.

Y/N entered her screaming daughter's room with a tired smile. And having closed the door behind her, she took her in her arms and began to sing a soft song to her so that she could fall asleep.

"Olive... princess, sleep with the little angels, mommy loves you..." she whispered at the end of the song, as she left the sleeping baby back in her crib.

"So, I'm a nobody?" a voice whispered from the door.

Y/N spun as fast as light.

There was Sean.

Bathed in blood, with his hair short and no beard. His face was swollen from several punches and had a new scar on his lip. But still, he had that mischievous smile on him. His eyes were tired, but they still held the same sparkle as Olive's.

"You're dead." Y/N assured.

"No, Y/N, I ..."

"Marian!" Y/N cried out.

The rapid footsteps climbing the stairs were heard throughout the house, Sean did not move his eyes from his wife.

"Sean..." Marian whispered in shock. She looked him up and down, saw the blood, the blows, and the cuts. Then, between tears and a sob, she hugged him. They both hugged tightly, and all Y/N wanted to do was throw up.

The blood, the smell, her husband… everything. Everything made her dizzy.

“Where were you?” she murmured, a shiver bathed her body.

“I am sorry…” he started, but she interrupted him abruptly.

“I don’t fucking care if you are sorry or not! Tell me where the fuck you were, because I just went through the hardest year of my life alone, Sean!” she shouted from the top of her lungs.

“It’s a long story, baby, and I am all beaten up.” He smiled tiredly.

He has the nerve to smile?

“You made me believe you were dead. For eleven months. I have time.” She said, now calmly but cold. “Plus, I had to drive a car while on labor, because you decided to disappear. So, start speaking or I swear to God, Sean Wallace, this time it will be you the one suffering a loss.”

 “Y/N…” he whispered, trying to get close to her. He tried to take her hand in his, but she got further away from him.

His smile disappeared and got exchanged with a sad look on his face.

Right there, in Olive’s room, he told both women everything. A deal he did a year ago, enemies, guns, drugs, and city from the third world he had to hide in and every name from the people he had to hide from. They spent two hours listening to Sean’s misfortunes, but Y / N wanted to be able to recriminate everything that made her go through alone and to be able to get rid of the anger that was eating her inside. 

"Well, the blood on me is a sign of the end of this problem." He had a nervous look, you could see it even though his face was covered in blood. So much seemed fictitious.

Y/N sighed, getting up after her husband finished telling the story.

"Ok." She whispered, walking out the door of her daughter's room with her in her arms.

Sean wanted to follow her, but Marian recommended him to leave her alone for a while, there was too much information she had to process.

Hours passed, Marian, Elliot, and Billy had left the house hours ago and Y/N still did not speak to Sean. For hours she had been sitting on a blanket in the garden. With a book in her hand and a tea by her side, which was quite possibly already cold.

When the sun was no longer visible on the horizon, that was when Sean became concerned. The chill of the London night was ugly, even worse for a baby. Then it was decided, he took two jackets that were in the room and went outside with a doubting pass.

"Hey…" he whispered, sitting next to her and covering her shoulders with his cardigan. She did not answer.

“Where you watching over us?” she asked, on the verge of tears.

“Couldn’t keep my eyes off of the security cameras.” He laughed shily.

“How many times did you see me…asking for a sign?” she began after a few seconds of silence. “How many fucking times did you see me cry at night, Sean?” she started to shed tears. “While you were God knows where, doing Devil knows what…” he interrupted her.

“Y/N, I told you, I had no choice…”

“No!” she spat “Shut up, Sean! Just… shut the hell up. I dreamed of this reunion every single night and prayed every fucking morning. So just let me tell you I fucking felt. Because I was alone, as alone and desperate as you felt when your dad was killed. So please, just understand I won’t be jumping into your arms right away. Even though I missed you, fuck… I missed you like crazy…” he smiled sadly “I am so, so angry Sean. And I want to make you go away again, but the truth is… I can’t be away from you any longer.”

Sean rested his right arm over his wife’s shoulder, and his hand got her head closer to him, allowing him to kiss her skin for the first time in months. After she got the kiss, she broke down in tears, not being able to compose herself.

“I am sorry, I will never leave you again.” He promised while holding her steady against him.

“I know I left, and I hurt you. But you were never alone, you were being watched over, night and day, you and well, that little munchkin.” He said, timidly.

“You want to hold her for the first time, Sean?”

His face lit up.

[iwriteabouthim]

Underneath It All - Chapter 2

Napoleon Solo / OFC

Napoleon is interested in the treasures of an old aristocratic family from England. It takes him one visit to learn he could treasure more than precious stones and art.

Fluff, Smut and a bit of Angst I guess.

A/N: I’m so happy I got some likes and I hope you guys like this part too. Please, let me know what you think! :) 

I still need a beta..like, desperately.

Chapter 2

After the most amazing kiss of her life and still a little out of her own mind, Ellie walks to the Chapel, her heels clicking at the marble floor and her eyes falling at the painting of Doubting Thomas. That is a sign, she’s the doubting one, always has been! How would she find love if she doubts every man that gets closer? Napoleon was not like any man, though. He was so direct and self-assured that...scrap that, he’s fucking hot, sex on legs, handsome as hell and she is feeling her panties getting damp. Great, now I’m sinning at the Chapel she thinks before leaving the room.

Deciding that waiting for one hour is the most stupid thing she thought about, she leaves the house searching for Mr. Solo, that was back at the garden talking to a tall man while drinking champagne. She gets closer and observes him excusing himself from the talk as soon as he sees her; she reaches for his flute and takes a big gulp of the drink, looking nervous but determined.

“Who told you ‘Mars and Venus’ is my favorite painting?” she asks, still fighting some nervousness.

He smiles genuinely and wraps his hand at her elbow, wanting to show her some support. “Well, you, just now. I wonder what else we have in common.”

“Yes, I was wondering something like that, too…”

“That’s why you’re here after deciding you needed an hour?”

“Yes. God bless me but I’m curious, Mr. Solo.”

“If you call me Mr. Solo again I’ll have to kiss you in front of everyone. I’m not sure how you feel about public displays of affection.”

“Public displays of lust, Mr. Solo.” Ellie whispers in an attempt to be firm. It all vanishes when the man takes a step closer and mumble back at her, just a centimeter away from her ear “I see you’re taking my advice and being brave, sweetie. I like it. Take me inside.”

Unfortunately, before she can say anything a young employee coughs behind them to get her attention and causes the woman to take a step behind. “Lady Cavendish...I’m sorry for interrupting but your father is on the phone.” 

“My father? Ok, I’ll...give me a minute, Vince.”

“My Lady.” The young man nods in a strange reverence and leaves, leaving a flushed Ellie behind. Napoleon finds her mortification adoring and smiles at her - he never smiles that much, but she brings something in him.

It’s hard to look at him without wishing to be his, to feel his lips and move her hands all over his body, but she manages to divert her train of thoughts and excuse herself from his presence. “I have to get that. Don’t disappear."

“Never.”

At the phone, her father had interesting news about the police concerns over robbery complaints from other families with possessions. Mr. Cavendish asked to be watchful and double the security at the property for some days. She’s usually way more attentive with her dear father but this day she was only half listening, Napoleon’s body playing a bigger role in her contemplations. It took her a second to find Mr. Solo again, two women talking animatedly with him, that this time was turned back from her and couldn’t see her coming.

“Mr. Solo?” Is that jealousy flying from her mouth?

“Darlin’. I hope everything’s okay with your dad?” Oh, how dare him act so perfectly!

“Yes. Just some reports...” she looks from him to the women at his side but they don’t explode as she so wishes.

“Great. I was just telling these nice ladies I am being constantly left all alone by my Lady, but I’ll gladly follow you around like a damn puppy. Are you finally free?” Napoleon’s words work as a charm, a spell that makes her weak and dutiful and she loves and hates the power he has...she doesn’t even know him!

“I am. Do you want to go inside?” 

“I think we should, gorgeous. Excuse us, ladies.”

Leaving the garden to get back inside, Napoleon rests his hand at the small of her back. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere?”

“Yes.”

“The belvedere.” he states.

“The belvedere?”

“Take me to the belvedere, gorgeous, let me show you something.”

She couldn’t do anything other than take him there, and anywhere else he might want to go. Ellie wants him to talk to her forever, closely, softly, in that delicious deep voice of his...she’s a goner. Usually she’s the only one that goes to the north tower these days, part of it is being restored and she likes to see the team of specialists working. Today, it is only her and Napoleon, she takes him by the staircases at the northeast corner of the main block and they reach the big and open space with the majestic pillars, overseeing the beautiful landscape hills and the river.

“Why here?”

“I want the gods to see us, but not too much, I’m afraid they’ll get envious and try to steal you from me.” Napoleon thinks to himself how unfair he’s being at not telling her the truth, that he thinks she’s a goddess, with her beautiful curves and delicious lips surely made to torture him into becoming whatever she wants him to be. He must be losing his mind. A shiver runs through her body and before she can say anything - not that she’s able to form any sentence - he kisses her deeply, a hand holding her by the hair, something no man had ever done and that she discovers to be the door to her darkest desires.

“What are you doing to me?” is all she can say between his desperate kisses.

“Me? Are you real, my sweet Venus? I can’t get my hands out of you.” his hands move all around her body, bringing her closer, walking her backwards till her bottom touches the balcony railing, lifting her till she’s sitting at the old marble, scared of falling. She looks down and tries to get out, back to the ground, but he holds her and brings her face towards his again. “Trust me.”

“Napoleon…” she still tries to disengage herself from him, but he gets between her legs, pressing her body on his.

“Just trust me.” Something on his voice makes her stop and look at him. A kind of agony hidden into the command.

“That’s not how it works”

“No. But it’s not even an hour yet and I already want you to love me. To need me.” she gasps with the intensity of his words. Trying to find something else in his eyes, something she might be missing, she let go of the strong grip she has in his arms, making his hold on her the only security keeping from falling from the highest place of the house.

“Trust me in return, Napoleon. Tell me what’s wrong. Something is wrong.”

“I’m an agent. CIA. And I need to steal something from you.” Her heart stops and she feels like she is falling.

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➞ this relationship is just filled with love; that sounds like an obvious thing to have in a relationship, but this is just different — you both take ‘i can’t picture the future without you’ to a whole new level

➞ he falls for you first, and he fell hard; at that point, he just knew that there was no turning back, you were the one periodt

➞ he probably realized it when you suddenly stopped blabbering after you realized that he was just staring at you intently and got a bit flustered; all he could think about was ‘no, please don’t stop talking to me. i want to see your eyes sparkle more, i want to hear your voice more, i want you to be happy around me more. i want to be one of the reasons behind that heavenly laugh of yours. i want to see that beautiful smile of yours… for the rest of my life’

➞ of course he wanted you to be his, but even if you didn’t see him like that, he still wanted you to be a part of his life — that’s how important you became to him

➞ he will give you all of his love and attention; he’ll definitely voice out how much he loves that you’re quite clingy, he’ll even ask for you to not hold back with it

➞ expect to be treated like a princess; you’re literally gonna be spoiled with everything, whether it’s gifts or affection, you name it, it’s all yours

➞ he may need you to initiate the majority of your guys’ convos since he’s afraid that he might say something wrong (he’s canonically blunt, taunting, and have no filter) so bear with him, he’s still trying to be more sociable since he isn’t really experienced in that department (skdkskdk it hurt writing that)

➞ sometimes it’s obvious who loves the other one more between most couples; but with y’all? nuh-uh, y’all are just pure on simps for each other and it’s mad obvious to everyone; literally expect everyone at shiratorizawa to have made a ship name for y’all already, like it’s just that obvious

➞ semi will probably say, “look, it’s y/n” just to distract tendou, and mans will always look even if he knew that you were on vacay with your parents in a another country, like he’s just so whipped—

➞ i think because he’s very clueless when it comes to love, he resorts to watching romance movies to maybe learn a thing or two that may impress you

➞ but bby is so pure and innocent, he mostly copies the ones from disney; his fav would be the lady and the tramp spaghetti scene

“…what’re you doing?”

“i’m fhying thfwo be romanthwic.”

“what?”

“i said i was trying to be romantic 🥺 that was the last noodle… now we can’t be like dogs in love.”

“hey, how about we copy ellie and carl’s love story, hm?”

“…sato, she ends up dead.”

“well clearly not that part; but i want to live happily ever after with you. just us, and mini-me’s running around our front yard, while we just hold hands on the porch and drink our tea— what i’m trying to say is, i’ll marry you in the future, so wait until then, alright?”

➞ dates will include midnight escapades to the park to play some sports or just to sit on the slides and stargaze; spontaneous trips to tokyo literally right after school; pet store dates where you’ll see how caring and sweet he actually is; he’ll probably pull out a wagon and tell you to get on it, and you’ll probably just make everyone in your neighborhood smile and remember that love exists when they hear just a bunch of laughs and giggles, and they look outside to see you two and see how tendou looks at you with pure love in his eyes while he’s pulling you around the block like i— uwu, just uwu

➞ expect tendou to turn mundane things into competitions like, “baby, i bet i can slurp this juice box faster than you” and he’ll just completely fawn over how you suddenly have this glint in your eyes and you just look so beautiful to him

➞ you’re always showered with affection, but doesn’t mean that he doesn’t give you your space when needed

➞ he is not at all controlling; like literally unless you’re doing something that may cause you harm, then mans won’t interfere until you tell him to

wanna wear a tight dress? “of course, babe, you look breathtaking as always.”

wanna change your appearance? “ooh, a surprise! i’m all for this, sweetie. should i change mine too, so we could be matchy-matchy if you want?”

wanna hang out with a couple of friends, “you don’t need to ask me for permission, but i really appreciate it. go have fun, baby, and tell me all about it when you get home.”

➞ he may get jealous when you talk about your guy friends though, but he won’t stop you from hanging out with them (you’re not his property, and he’s very aware of that) he’ll most likely just pout and be like “but i’m your baby, right?”

➞ he gets insecure because of his past, he’ll end up thinking that you’re too perfect for him and that he doesn’t deserve you; so please give him all the affection and love that he’s starved of (or i’ll pull and steal ur mans, bby boo)

➞ just know that he’s very grateful to have you in his life; even if you do end up rejecting him, he’ll accept everything just for you to always be a part of his life even if you end up just being a friends

➞ btw, your height? damn, he literally thinks it’s so sexy, and the fact that he can literally just kiss you without having to worry about neck or back pains? he will literally end up peppering you with kisses, like legit you might end up suffocating (good luck with that, bby 😌✌️)

➞ i think you might be wearing the pants in the relationship…

➞ but anyways, you and tendou just radiate love energy to everyone; legit everyone sees the two of you with heart emojis all around and i mean, who wouldn’t want to be around a love so strong like you two’s?

I really hope that you enjoyed your Dalgona Matchup Latte! Here’s a visual of your movie-esque relationship: he’ll pull the cliché ‘let’s compare hands’ move before you guys will start dating, and ever since then, he’ll just adore the warmth of having your hands in his; your first kiss after a lil’ spontaneous hiking at a cliff; how he hugs you whenever he’s lost in his feeling for you (which is literally almost all the time) before leaning in to give a soft peck on your cheek; he will often feel as though maybe you shouldn’t be with him and that you deserve better, so during those times, please comfort him and remind him that he’s loved.

Thank you so, so much for ordering and being so kind; Kyupid hopes to see you again! Have a wonderful day, cutiepie ♡⋆.ೃ࿔*

an: you’re literally so nice 🥺 like thank you, bby, honestly. i really hope you enjoyed this! pls give tendou all the love and kisses that he deserves.

also thank you for requesting, bcus of you, i just now realized that i have been sleeping on my bby chicken tendou, and i will now commit to being a full time simp just for him… so expect me to pull up if you ever hurt my mans 😤🥺 jk ily

if you notice anything wrong with your request, dm me please so i can fix it! if the gif isn’t working if you don’t see any colored texts at all.

[frickmegoatman]

7 😉

This too far too long jfc, but enjoy! I hope I did the gorgeous Rhea justice!!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Rhea has just returned home from a long trip, muscles sore, eyes droopy, and all around exhausted. She opens the door, just happy to be back home, but was instantly hit with - to say the very least - a pleasant sight. 

The room was lit dimly with floating orbs; upon closer inspection, the small bubbles had tiny, blue flames inside. The couch and coffee table was pushed against the wall rather than in the middle of the room and in its place was a makeshift mattress. All of the pillows, and blankets she owned seemed to be piled comfortably into a huge nest, complete with a few books and some scented candles lined the circle. A tray of chilled wine and freshly sliced fruit also joined them.

Surprised, Rhea took a step forward to further examine the comfort cluster that took over the living room floor. However, her suspicions were confirmed when the black hair of her lover poked his head through a space between the blankets. 

Elliot smiles up at her, his curls a tangled mess, his emerald eyes sleepy, but full of adoration nonetheless. “Ah, chérie,” He began, voice rough with disuse,  accent more pronounced and sending her stomach flipping,” I was beginning to think I got the date of your return wrong. I don’t think I could have lasted another hour without you.”

Rhea’s heart swells, a smile coming to her face. Oh, how she missed her gorgeous boy. “What's all of this, Eli? Should I expect something horribly wrong to be brought to my attention?” She teases, walking over to the pillow nest. Elliot sighs sitting up, blankets falling from his shoulders, his pale chest on full display for her hungry eyes to see

“It seems you’ve caught me, mon amour. My treacherous plan absolutely ruined. You are far too smart for your own good,” Elliot’s eyes found his way to hers, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Me? Being nice? Absolutely not.”

Rhea sinks down to her knees, right onto Elliot’s lap, arms finding their way around his neck, “Oh whatever shall I do with your unimaginable wit, rosa?” Her hands run down his arms dragging his poorly buttoned silk sleep shirt down with them. In response his hands find their way into her hair, running his lithe fingers through her thick curls.

His eyes narrowed, taking in her figure, lips upturned into a cheeky smile, “You could kiss me."

Rhea giggled and leaned in, brushing her nose with Elliot's, their eyes locking, "Mh, and what qualifies you?

To her surprise, Elliot blinked, mouth falling open, eyebrows furrowing. "I'm cute?

Rhea really laughs this time, her forehead finding its way into his neck, soft snorts joining her melodious laughter, "Oh yeah?"

Elliot nods, pouting, "I'm very cute! Charming too, if you hadn't noticed-"

Rhea rolls her eyes, and leans down cutting off his rant with her lips. Her lips move slowly against his, slowly. She missed him so much, his touch, his warmth, his dramatics, him. They kissed for what could be a few seconds, hours, time seems to stop when they're together. Hands start to wander, Elliot's hand finds its way further into Rhea's hair, gently running his hand through her vibrant locks. His other hand trailed under her shirt, trailing his thumb along her stomach. 

They pull away from one another, breath mingling and they smile at each other. Rhea breaks the silence first, "Thank you so much for this. I really did miss you princeps." 

Elliot smiles bringing the forgotten tray closer to them, "I missed you just as much mon coeur. Now to celebrate your return," he summons a few wine glasses from the kitchenette, before pouring the wine with a flick of his finger. "I wasn't sure what to get for you, so, I uh, stuck with the basics, I hope that's alright?"

Rhea smiles, looking over to him, and can't help but sigh, "It's more than alright, it's perfect, thank you Elly." She leans over kissing his cheek, sinking down between his legs, laying her head on his thigh.

Elliot is all smiles, looking down at Rhea. He bites into a strawberry and wiggles his eyebrows in a ridiculous display. The red head laughs, wrapping an arm around his neck pulling him down biting into the other half. The strawberry is wonderful, perfectly ripe and covered in a thin chocolate shell. A soft sigh leaves her mouth as she pulls away to chew, completely enraptured with the taste. And that becomes their routine, Elliot will lean down to offer Rhea a strawberry from his mouth, a hand gently detangling her curls. 

Their time passes in relative silence, the only sounds are their breathing, kissing, gentle sipping on their glasses. The boy looks down, the gorgeous girl in his arms, sleepy, relaxed, makes him feel. Feel the way he hasn't allowed himself to in ages. He leans down kissing Rhea's forehead, her cheeks, eyelids, and finally her lips. "I love you, darling. You've really changed my life, honestly. I haven't felt so welcome, so at home like this for so long; I'm so glad we found each other."

Rhea stops, her eyes widening, surprised. Her mouth opens, and her cheeks color, barely a shade lighter than her hair. Her words are stuck in her throat, lips trembling, searching for a response; she wanted to tell him everything that was on her mind. How much she loves him, how happy he makes her, how desperately she wants him, needs him in her life. But all that came out was a very angry, "Who the hell do you think you are!?"

Elliot, taken aback, blinks furiously, "Well- darling, what-"

Rhea puts her hand over his mouth and sighs, "It was… rhetorical, princeps. I'm sorry that came out, not how I intended, I really didn't mean it like that."

Elliot smiles, cupping her cheek and takes her hand off of his face and gently kisses her wrist, "No, darling it's okay, I know I came on, fairly strong. You just… I couldn't not tell you, chérie. You make me feel so wonderful, I thought you should know how I feel-!" 

Before he could finish, Rhea throws her arms around his neck and pulls him down for a heated kiss. Their lips meet, hot, desperate, loving. She tries to tell Elliot everything she feels, the things she so desperately wants to tell him, but can't find the words for. Her hands travel into his hair, tugging him down, closer to her, desperate for more of him, for all of him. 

Elliot huffs a laugh at her desperation. The sweet, soft, sound crackles into a moan when he nails dig into the back of his neck. Taking the opportunity, the red head slips her tongue into his mouth, licking into him. Elliot chokes on another, higher pitched moan and pushes down against her, in desperate need to get closer, closer, closer.

Rhea pushes against his chest, lips separating, panting into each other's mouth. The needy sound that escapes the raven haired beauty in front of her is heaven. He presses his cold nose into her neck, trailing his lips up and down her neck lovingly. With a smile, she squirms, "Say it again? Please? It sounds so good coming from you."

The boy doesn't stop his kisses, "I love you, I doubt I'll ever stop loving you. I never realized how horribly I missed feeling like this," he mumbles into her neck, nipping gently at her pulse point one hand pulling her up to sit on his thigh. He continues kissing, the gentle brush of his lips against her shoulders and collarbones. 

Rhea shivers, smiling and pulls Elliot's face towards hers, making sure they lock eyes when she says it, "I love you, too. You have absolutely no right to make me feel as good as you do. Being with you makes me feel complete, and as fucking stupid as it is, I don't think I could live without you."

There's a pregnant pause, as the two look at each other, before a rather girly screech makes its way out of Elliot's throat. He tackles Rhea, sending both of them flying backwards and into the pillows, practically melting into a puddle of sticky sweetness. 

Maybe, just maybe Rhea could get used to coming home to this.

[sparrowkingsley]

More badass women I forever Stan.

11. Spider-Gwen/Ghost-Spider

How to make my favorite superhero even more cool and steal my heart for real? Easy. Give me an alternate universe and give the cape over to a strong, female lead and I'm sold. Gwen Stacey, thank you for being truly awesome!

12. Sara Lance

So Sara Lance is definitely one of my favorite bisexual characters. She snarky, she got the puns, she god damn assassin, she the captain, she a god damn legend. I mean for real the moment she was introduced as Canary I was like... omg, *swoon* ! Her character development is just awesome.

Oh and Avalance is one of top ships for life.

13. Shuri

I was actually beyond sad she doesn't have more screen time in the movies because Shuri is the best. Witty and an actual to goddess genius who doesn't take shit from anyone. She even becomes the Black Panther in the comics for awhile and to see that in a onscreen adaptation would be truly mind blowing! I found out she has been introduced in Marvel Rising a show I really, really need to catch up like ASAP, I've just been distracted by other shows and stuff recently so... it is on my list! Oh and she is offically a Disney Princess! I don't make the rules, it is just a damn fact!

14. Adora/She-Ra

Speaking of my "distractions", obviously I've been living and breathing She-Ra and the Princesses of Power and I'm still pretty high on it and probably will always be. The She-Ra crew took us to new heights with LGBTQIA representation in animation by giving us a Canon lesbian main character and so many other things that just make me so damn happy. Adora has that dumb jock energy and that's something I absolutely ADORE! (Sorry, not sorry)

Cough, oh BTW Catra is my favorite (I'm definitely biased when it comes to her i admit it!) so I'm happy with them being together, like SOOOO much but my ship for Glimadora never really died and my main ship is still Glitradora

... sorry Bow you're still my best boy, I promise!

15. Harley Quinn

Speaking of characters bringing us some beautiful representation lately, ladies, gentlemen and my non binary beauties I give you the one and only Harley Quinn! With the latest adapation giving us all we wanted with her relationship with Ivy her being canonical Bisexual is only one reason why I truly love this character. Harley broke out from her unhealthy relationship and has become one of the greats if not the greatest anti heros of all time. Fight me on it. Won't matter. Because I love her and I will never stop.

16. Posion Ivy

You know you gotta love a woman that stands up for her beliefs... even if that belief is that plants are better than people annnnnnddddd she's not wrong. Personally I have a black thumb but I have thing for plant Goddesses like her.

17. Catwoman

Oh speaking of my favorite DC women, Catwoman was my first crush. Yes, the Michelle Pfeiffer version in Batman Returns. No, my little baby queer heart didn't understand why at the time. Basically this theif took my heart before anyone else. Definitely the reason I have an affinity toward cat like or cat girls in general soooooo there is that. I love her because no one can tell her what to do. Not even Batman. She is just like, shiny thing i want, i take and hmm maybe I care enough not to kill you if you get in my way but who knows?

18. Abby

So I obviously played the game at this point.

Oh do I stan Abby? Um yes obviously. How couod you not? Am I conflicted about it? Nope. Ellie will always be my girl in this series but at the end of the day Abby's character growth and development sort of stole the show. Like Joel changed when he met Ellie, Abby changed when she met Lev. Cricumstances made her the bad guy. Did she do fucked up shit? Of course. Does she deserve redemption? Yes. I know a lot of people still hate her but I don't get it. I think the perspective shift was one of the most brilliant story telling in a game I have ever witnessed. I'm still emotional about the whole experience.

If you are an asshole that sent the voice actor Laura Bailey death threats unfollow me because fuck you. Seriously. Fuck. You.

19. Azula

Speaking of characters that have done evil things. Let's turn our attention to one of my all time favorite villains. Azula came in and we asked Fire Lord who? Fourteen years, a Clever prodigy that literally has killer instinct and it is not afraid to use her deadly force.You fear her every time she catches up with Team Avatar and then... they go and make you feel bad for her at the end. At least I did.

She loses everything. Her allies. Her throne. Her mind. Humanly flawed and not at all one deminsional.

20. Seven of Nine

Y'all have no idea how truly fucking happy I am that Star Trek brought her back. Seven is my favorite character in the whole series. I was obsessed with the Borg as a kid and when they introduced her character I just instantly fangirled so hard over her. I'm still fangirling over her. Bringing her back literally made me cry. She literally has transformed so much through the years and I can not wait to see where her character goes from here.

To top it off, my heart literally tried to kill me when she had that hand hold scene with Raffi, I was like... omg... omg! Yes, please!!!!! That's all I wanted as a little queer watching this series i just didn't know it at the time.

My mother is literally pissed about this btw. In the novels Seven and Chakotay actually date for awhile and I was okay with it but she loved it. Then that scene in Picard happened. My mom and I have very few things we bond over and Star Trek is one of those. But basically she refuses to believe that hand hold is anything but platonic and I'm just waiting at this point like... come on Star Trek. Give me this one to me please.

Anyways...

Thank you for coming to my blog to witness my undying love for so many women characters. Probs more to come since I'm a hopeless, queer fangirl lifer!

[vulpesvulpesjenna]

Rank-king; Disney Princesses

Inspired by the Try Guys’ Eugene I want to rank the official Disney princesses in my opinion from worst to best! He made a YouTube video ranking them, and since I disagreed with so many of his decisions, I wanted to make my own list. Justice! So, here is my own list of official Disney princesses from least favourite to my favourite. Like Eugene, I will count Elsa, Anna and Moana as official princesses, even though Disney has them separate. 

14. Snow White Snow White, the first Disney princess from 1937 reflects her time’s ideal woman; she’s cheerful, innocent and loves housework. Which is exactly why I dislike her. Her character is built on being cute and virginal, cleaning up the dwarves’ house just because... why does she like cleaning up the filthy home of strangers so much? I don’t know, I just find she lacks personality. She’s simply the embodiment of the “perfect female” of her time, and that irks me more than anything. Blah, she doesn’t have a personality, so she’s my least favourite.

13. Aurora Very much like Snow White, Sleeping Beauty is just a pretty, innocent and virtuous girl. She’s almost an extra in her own movie (I mean, she *is* asleep almost half of the time). I like her design and the fact that she walks around the woods barefooted and is a countryside girl; otherwise she doesn’t have a lot of personality. Her finding her prince is a tad better than Snow White: at least Aurora meets Philip once before he comes along and kisses her while she’s sleeping. 

12. Cinderella CInderella’s supposed to be amazingly kind, patient and understanding, and sure, that she is. To the point of being a mat that everyone is welcome to walk over. I think she tries to change her own life a bit more than Snow White or Aurora, but in the end, Cinderella is still dependent on her prince saving her. Otherwise she’s, again, this perfect, virginal woman of her time at the cost of having a personality of her own. At least she has a dream and cute little mouse sidekicks.

11. Ariel I think this is my first truly controversial pick; Ariel is loved by the masses, and people will surely be appalled by my choice. But to be honest, even though I love mermaids and red-haired princesses as much as the next girl, I find Ariel to be a bit of a... brat. I mean, she sees prince Eric from afar once and decides she wants to be with him. She’s even willing to abandon her family for him. Seriously? Not to mention acting very childishly and making some very stupid and outright dangerous life decisions by signing Ursula’s contract. And it very nearly ends in her complete demise! She put her whole family and people in danger just because she felt she was not like the other girls. I know people love her, and I do too, but I can’t fool myself into thinking she’s very smart or mature. Gotta give her props for 1) having a personality and dreams of her own and 2) being imperfect, which is what earlier princesses lack. 

10. Jasmine Princess Jasmine is painted to be this rebel in Aladdin. But to be honest, I don’t know if she really is. I like her and I understand her, but again, I wish she was a bit more level-headed. Yes, it is charming how out-of-touch she is having lived in the Palace her whole life, and I do admire her will to explore. I also like how she says what she thinks and doesn’t try to sugarcoat things just because she’s a princess. She has a fighting spirit, which I like. I am a bit bothered by the fact that her most effective weapon against Jafar is her sexuality (nnnggghh), which is one of the reasons she’s this low on my list.

9. Tiana I love Tiana; she’s exemplary in her drive and hard work. But I can’t help feeling like... that’s it? I don’t know, I guess I hope she had something more going on for her. Because at the end of the day I find her to be a little boring. Or I guess she does have personality, but I think it could have been brought up in more interesting ways. It could also be that I’ve only seen The Princess and The Frog like twice. But anyway; she’s great but I kinda wanted something more.

8. Pocahontas I *loved* Pocahontas when I was a kid. She was so graceful, but wild (yeah, yikes...). These days I see the aboriginal-glorifying (also known as racist) undertones in her depiction, and can only cringe. Anyway, she really is a wonderful character none the less; she has wanderlust but also enough maturity to reign it in. She’s curious and non-judgemental. She has a close relationship with nature, which is something that resonates with me personally. She’s wise. She also has flaws; overly independent, reckless etc. I always thought she was a lot older than the character is supposed to be. But yeah, the racism and sexualization can only be escaped so far, which is one of the reasons she’s my number 8.

7. Moana Okay so I’ve only seen Moana once (I know, don’t eat me). From what I remember Moana was a great character; driven, imperfect, brave with a big heart. Anything one can hope for from a Disney princess, really. She really is great. But tbh, her movie just didn’t do it for me. Maui was great, but for example the (other) sidekicks were kinda meh. The music was a bit boring too, IMO. I know I’m alone with my opinion, but this is my list so here we are.

6. Elsa I know she’s really a queen and not a princess, but following Eugene I’ll put her as one of the princesses for the sake of ranking. Elsa is amazing and I relate to her a lot. Comparing her hiding her powers to depression really hit me as someone who’s been struggling with depression for more than 10 years. I get her. She’s very, very imperfect, but also very powerful. I’m pretty sure she’s more powerful than any of the Disney princesses, which is cool as heck. I know she was supposed to be the villain of her movie at first, and honestly I kinda love the sass and confidence and the IDGAF attitude she has at the end of her Let It Go number. She’s also responsible and sensible, which are rare characteristics in a Disney princess (queen).

5. Merida Oh, Merida! Bow-and-arrow wielding, horse-riding, apple-stealing princess with a charming accent! I can’t not love her. She has a lot of the same themes that Jasmine does, but I think they were handled better with Merida. And again, I just love these outdoorsy type princesses. Shes’ capable and determined. She also makes mistakes, even if her mistakes were very frustrating watching the movie. People say Brave didn’t have a real plot or conflict and complain about the Mother Bear thing (yes I’m looking at you Keith of Try Guys), but I disagree. I liked that the movie for once focused on the relationship between a princess and her mom. I’d like to be friends with Merida.

4. Anna Anna is just delightful! Helps a lot that her voiceactor is Kristen Bell, whom I adore. But anyway, I really like Anna; she loves her sister more than anything, she’s brave and willing to face the freezing wilderness to bring Elsa back. SHe’s weird and quirky (though to be completely honest the quirkyness is sometmes a bit forced). Just all around a great gal.

3. Mulan These last three are just arbitrarely in some order; I pretty much love all of them equally. Mulan is like the best female character from Disney ever, period. She’s willing to do anything to save her dad and her country. She’s strong and smart and daring but also sweet and understanding and kind. They succeeded in making her a woman character who possesses a lot of masculine traits without losing her heart, and still being very relatable. Also Mulan is cool as hell. She also has the best sidekick, Mushu.

2. Belle I always get the result of being most like Belle from online quizzes. Because yes, I do have brown eyes and hair (naturally), love books and knowledge, and dream of a brighter future in the great wild somewhere. I related to her ever since I was a child; one of my dreams has always been having a library like Beast’s. Her whole movie is amazingly pretty and has the best music. Also Belle’s Finnish voice (which is the one I heard as a child and still know best) is perfect. Yes, all of this comes down to my personal taste, and I’m not sorry. I love how Belle is a strong female character without being a bad-ass fighter. She does her best for her father, she’s independent, she doesn’t let gossip bother her, she stands up to Beast even though she’s scared, she stands up to Gaston, she stays truthful. These days people like to claim she’s suffering from Stockholm Syndrome; to those believing that, please watch Lindsay Ellis’s video on YouTube on the matter. Also, Emma Watson is not my Belle and I try to pretend the whole live action version never happened.

1. Rapunzel Rapunzel is my idol. She’s crafty and independent and joyful and a dreamer. She’s really imperfect and in my opinion most like a real person out of all the princesses. She’s genuine and wears her heart on her sleeve. She’s amazingly brave, witty and kind of a bad-ass. She breaks out of her narcissistic kidnapper’s grasp. Her romance feels real and organic.  I just really think Rapunzel and Tangled as a whole movie are very underrated. Go watch it.

Honorable mentions to non-princesses - Megara from Hercules, one of my favourite films. Meg is great, and rare with her cynicism and world-weary attitude. She’s so cool and I love her. - Kida, who weirdly is the princess of Atlantis but not included in the DIsney princess line? I’ve never understood that. She’s amazing and beautiful and ugh. - other women of Atlantis: The Lost Empire: Helga Sinclair, Audrey Ramirez, love them. It’s seriously such a good, underrated movie - Esmeralda from the Hunchback of Notre Dame, another one of my childhood idols. Rare a Disney woman in that she’s not ashamed of her sexuality, but not dependent on it, either. She kicks ass. - Jane from Tarzan, she’s silly and cute, and so stylish!

I’m right, you’re wrong, shut up!

[ververa]

“You are enough”

CHAPTER 5

For the first few days Ellie didn’t know what to do. It was strange for her – not to have to go to work. And at all, to have so much free time. She couldn’t find herself, but Ronnie came to help. The girl brought her various books or suggested some movies. And that’s what she was doing for most of her free time.

She wasn’t used to it, but after all, she was quite sure she liked it. She loved, especially, the fact that she was close to Ronnie for most of the time.

The same was that afternoon. The girl decided to prepare a dinner for both of them. Ellie wanted to help, but Ronnie insisted on doing it on her own, so that the psychiatrist could rest even more. And since the younger woman was stubborn Ellie didn’t see the point in quarrelling, so she stayed in a living room with one of the books. However, soon she could hear the girl swearing and yelling at the cookery book.

“What?! Jesus… Stupid book”

“Do you need some help, baby?” Ellie asked not moving from the couch

“No! No need! Rest!”

Staple focused on the book again, but she couldn’t help and hearing the girl’s sighing and huffing she decided to help anyway.

Ellie made her way to the kitchen only to see the girl sitting on a kitchen island and poring over the cookery book. She was dressed in a pair of black ripped jeans and baggy denim shirt – which Ellie adored. The psychiatrist bit her lower lip looking at the girl. She barely managed not to laugh at the sight of Ronnie shaking her head and muttering even more curses at the book.

“Let me help you” she offered coming to her

“What? No. You have vacation. And I’m a grown woman. I can do this”

“I know you can” she placed her hands on the girl’s thighs “But I want to spend some more time with you. And helping you sounds like fun” she looked at her reassuringly

Ronnie smiled sweetly and kissed the other woman.

“So, what did the poor book do to you to earn all those curses?”

“It’s fucked up. And I fucked up, because that book is more fucked up than a book can be” she rolled her eyes

“Can I taste it?” she moved towards the induction hob

“El, no! It’s…” she didn’t manage to finish as the woman already tasted the dish

Ronnie stood next to the woman examining her features and biting her thumb’s nail with anticipation for her words.

“It tastes like… You tried… It’s not that bad. Really”

“I had better order some food”

“Wait” she took the girl’s hand

“What?”

“Well, since none of us can cook, I think we can do a better use of this worktop” she said pulling the girl closer and smirking

“Is that an indecent proposal, Miss Staple?”

“Maybe” she kissed her

“I suppose it’ll be funnier than cooking” Ronnie said against the other woman’s lips

“I bet it will” she smiled helping the girl to sit on a kitchen island again

Ronney kissed the other woman deeply, while Ellie began to unbutton the girl’s shirt. However, she came to the conclusion that it’s taking too much time, so she pulled it a bit harder. The strong move destroyed the rest of the buttons, but none of them cared.

Ellie smiled with satisfaction, as the girl moved her arms to let the shirt slip down. After that the psychiatrist was fast to take off the girl's jeans

"Spread those beautiful legs" a sly smile appeared on her face

Ronnie did as told. The girl whimpered when Ellie slipped her fingers into her pants.

"Already so wet?" she smirked

"Only for my doctor" the girl blushed

The older woman took off her own blouse and moved to unhook Ronnie's bra. Her teeth grazing the girl's collarbone made Ronnie bite her lip to stop a moan or whatever was going to leave her mouth.

"Stop biting the lip. You'll cut it. You can bite me instead. Don't hold yourself back, sweet girl" she kissed her before moving to her nipples

Ellie sucked on one of them for a while, before trailing open-mouth kisses until she reached the other one. The psychiatrist slowly pulled Ronnie's pants to the side not even for a while interrupting her work. She smirked when the girl tucked her fingers in her hair – to pull her closer. Then it happened. Ellie's fingers slipped inside the girl. The first thrust was quite hard, what surprised the girl. Ronnie moved her hands looking for support and accidentally knocked the glass of water that was standing on the worktop.

"Fuck" she muttered

Ellie only looked down on the floor to see what happened without stopping to move her fingers

"We..." Ronnie began "We should clean it"

"Leave it" Ellie looked at the girl with lustful eyes

Her moves were fast and rough. And the room was soon filled with Ronnie's loud moans and whimpers.

"Oh fuck..." she let her head fall on Ellie's shoulder Her body began to tremble. The psychiatrist could tell she was close

"El... I'm gonna..."

"I know baby" Ellie speeded her thrust and didn't stop until the girl's body stop trembling.

"Oh shit" Ronnie's weak body fell on the worktop as she's breathing heavily. Ellie smiled widely

"Good girl" she said bringing her cum coated fingers to her mouth

Ronnie looked at the woman's action not moving from the top of the worktop. Ellie slowly placed her hands beneath the girl's lower back to pull her up to the sitting position. Ronnie's arms enveloped the other woman's shoulders, so as not to fall back again. She hid her face in Ellie's neck and kissed her

"I love you" she said trying to ease her breath

"I love you too, princess" she kissed the girl's sweaty forehead "Come on, let's lie down"

Ellie helped the girl to make it to the couch and then lay down and pull her by wrist, so that she could lie on her.

"You can nap if you want" she said brushing Ronnie's hair

"No... I'm good" she nestled up to the woman kissing her neck "Can we stay here tonight?"

"Of course" she reached for a blanket to cover the girl’s still naked body

"What about the food?"

"You're my cookie, remember?"

Ronnie laughed caressing Ellie's naked abdomen

"It's not fair, you know?"

"What?"

"How I am here all naked and you're still in your trousers and bra" Ellie chuckled "And you're always the one in control"

At those words Ellie shifted a little to look at the girl. She could sense something was going on. The way she said it... Her voice – it wasn't normal;

“What’s wrong with me being in control? I thought you like it”

“I do. It’s just… my brain doesn’t want to stop working”

“What do you mean, sweetheart?” she asked with worry

“I don’t know where it comes from. Just sometimes there’s too much going on in my head”

“Tell me what’s bothering you” she gently brushed Ronnie's hair

“I-” she hesitated

“Yes?”

“I’m not weak” it was a mere whisper

Ellie sat up. Ronnie groaned, as she was forced to do the same.

“Oh, baby” she looked at the girl fondly “Of course not. I had never see you as a weak person. You’re a strong, independent woman, who can take over control whenever wants to”

The girl wanted to bury her blushed face in Ellie’s neck, but the woman hold her up by her forearms.

“I need you to listen to me very carefully right now” she looked in Ronnie’s eyes

The younger woman nodded slowly.

“I know you didn’t have an easy time with your mother. I know she made you feel like a shit. I know that you felt even worse after what happened with Oliver. They both almost destroyed you. They made you feel weak and worthless. But look, I’m not her. I’m nothing like your mother and I’m not Oliver. I will never do anything bad to you. When it comes to control. Letting your partner to take it for you doesn’t mean you’re weak. It’s okay. There is noting wrong with wanting me to dominate you. At first I was a bit afraid to do this…”

“W-why?”

“I’m a psychiatrist, honey. I saw it coming” she kissed the girl’s forehead “But I realized something. And now I’ll share it with you. You’re a strong woman who wants to lose control from time to time. You want your partner to take it, so you won’t have to. And there is no shame in it. I’ll gladly take it for you, as long as you want me to. But you need to remember, that being submissive doesn’t make you weak. And I want you to tell me if you feel bad with it, so that we could change it”

Ronnie wiped away a few tears that streamed down her cheek and hugged the other woman.

“Okay?” Ellie questioned wrapping her arms around the girl’s hips to pull her closer

“Yes” Ronnie whispered into her ear and kissed her cheek

“Good” she smiled pulling away to look at the other woman “I love you, baby”

“I love you too”

“So, are we going to lie down again or is there something that you want to do?”

“I-” she thought for a while “I want to cuddle” she smiled

“Okay” Ellie wanted to lie down, so they could cuddle and sleep

“No” Ronnie shook her head

The psychiatrist looked at her questioningly

“I want to cuddle naked”

Ellie smirked.

“Alright” she stood up to take off her jeans

Ronnie did the same and stopped behind the woman. She placed a few kisses on her bare shoulders and unhook her bra.

“Are you satisfied now?” asked Ellie standing in front of the girl naked

“Yes” she smiled triumphantly “There’s one more thing” she said

“What is it?”

“I want to be a big spoon”

Ellie chuckled

“Anything, my queen wants” she kissed her deeply before laying down  

[storyknitter]

Faith & Hope

Read it on AO3

“Man, the Commander was worried sick about you.”

With a shake of his head and a “tsk,” the golden-yellow Twi'lek put away the medical scanner. Theron stilled, shirt tucked halfway into his trousers, and did his damnedest to remember how to breathe.

“What?”

“The Commander,” explained the med tech as he discarded the used bandages and the wrappers from their replacements, “was here with you more than in her own quarters when you first got home.” A slight frown crossed his features. “Though she was always pulled away before you'd wake up.”

“I didn’t know that,” Theron croaked, somehow managing to dress while his mind spun. He absently picked up the old red and white jacket Sanna had long ago claimed as her own; Eli'anara returned it recently, shoved deep into a bag of his other belongings. As he shrugged into it now, he was struck by a vision – a fuzzy image of trembling green hands holding his. Was it real, he wondered, or had his imagination supplied it? He looked up to the med tech. "Thanks for telling me, Daro."

“Yeah, ‘course. She probably didn’t want to worry you. I mean, she didn’t sleep much while you were – uh, don’t tell her I just told you that.” Daro paused, glancing at the datapad in his hand, and shook his head as he reviewed his patient's file. “You're a lucky bastard, Shan.”

“You're telling me.” Theron let out a small chuckle. “I don't know too many people who've ended up on the wrong side of a lightsaber and lived long enough to tell the story.”

“Or had such a lovely person waiting for them to wake up.”

The spy nodded in agreement as another apparition of Sanna, fretting at his bedside, materialized in his mind’s eye. “Since we’re done here and you’ve reminded me, I'm gonna go make sure she knows what a lucky bastard she’s got.”

Shooed away by the grinning medic, Theron paused at the medical wing’s exit and let his instincts tell him where to find Sanna. He may not be able to wield the Force, but their connection was strong enough that it would point him in the right direction more often than not. Well, it had been strong enough, at least.

Before.

“Moment of truth,” he muttered. He took a deep breath and headed for the overlook, his stomach twisting into knots, hoping he was right. A handful of Alliance members stopped him to inquire after his health or welcome him home and, though a delay, it provided the perfect distraction. Before Theron knew it, he was outside. Turning the corner, his heart leapt when he found his Jedi leaning against the railing, half-loose hair blowing in the light breeze.

“Hey you,” she said, still gazing off into the distance.

“Hi there, beautiful,” he answered, unable to stop a grin from spreading across his face as he approached. He rested his elbow on the rail, facing Sanna, and ran his hand along her lower back. Worry he carried in tense shoulders released as she shifted, leaning into his touch.

“We built something pretty incredible here, didn’t we?” she asked softly.

Theron didn’t know whether she was referring to their relationship or the Alliance. Either way, the answer was the same. “Yeah, we certainly did.” He paused, noting a few new strands of silver near her temples. Before he left, the number of grey hairs showing themselves since they had broken her out of carbonite could have been counted on one hand. Now, it seemed he might need all ten fingers and a few toes. A soft smile tugged at his lips. “I’m proud of you. Everything you’ve accomplished. I don’t know the last time I told you that.”

The ghost of a smile flickered across Sanna’s features before fading all too quickly. “I’m afraid,” she said, the words hardly a whisper, and he wondered whether he’d have heard her without his implants. “I’m afraid that it’s all going to change now, that everything’s going to be different.”

Still unsure of her topic, Theron reached up, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear, his fingertips trailing down her jaw and the side of her neck. “I seem to recall telling you once that I'd do anything I could to help the Alliance – to help you. What can I do, sweetheart?”

A slight shake of her head answered him. “I don’t know.”

Addressing both possible meanings at once, he rubbed his thumb gently along her jaw. “The Alliance might change going forward; it might not. No matter what, Vassanna, I’m here to stay.” Theron leaned down, pressing his lips to her cheek. “I don’t know what tomorrow looks like, but I’ve got your back. Lana does, too. Whatever the future throws our way, we’ll face it together.”

Sanna nodded and turned to face him, cool hands slipping under his – her? – jacket and around Theron's waist. She leaned into him carefully, sharing a sweet, lovely kiss as he pulled her closer. She tasted like caf and those juna berry muffins she enjoyed and hells, it was good to be home.

Crows and whistles echoed from the military hangar and they parted with a small chuckle.

“It appears we have an audience,” Theron murmured, grinning.

“Indeed.” She laid her palm, cool and soft, on his cheek and he leaned into it with a sigh.

“I love you,” he said, resting his hand on hers and turning to press his lips to her fingers. His other hand cradled her neck, thumb stroking her jaw. “You’re... so amazing. And I’m so lucky to have you.” The need to make her understand how he felt seized him, and his breath caught in his throat. He had to make up for all those months that he was gone, when he couldn’t tell her every day how much he loved her. His fingers speared through her hair of their own volition, pulling her close so he could show her, his lips meeting hers again, though far more ardently than before – audience be damned. When he pulled away, she nuzzled his nose and hummed contentedly.

“Stars, Sanna, you mean so damned much to me.”

She stiffened in his arms, that soft, sweet smile of hers replaced immediately by uncertainty and wariness. Her gaze fell to his chest. “You’re not getting, umm...” She swallowed hard, then shook her head as though to clear it. “Nevermind.”

“Hey, talk to me,” Theron said, entreating, smoothing back a loose wisp of her hair. “What’s wrong?”

She sighed and plastered on a forced grin. As heat crept into her cheeks, she met his gaze. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

“Vassanna.”

“I said I’m fine.”

Theron snorted at her obstinance. “You’re still a terrible liar, you know.”

“Well, maybe you’re too good a liar,” Sanna snapped. Before he could blink, let alone process her retort, she gasped, clamping her hands over her mouth, eyes wide with horror. “I’m sorry,” she said, muffled. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t really mean it, I promise.”

“It’s okay.” It was mostly okay; it stung a little, though he'd more than earned it. That didn’t count as lying to her, did it?

“No, it’s not,” she insisted, taking his jacket lapels and meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it.”

“Forgiven,” he said, cradling her cheeks in his hands. “Really. After everything, I… probably deserved it.” That was the truth – and Theron was sure he’d forgive her just about anything.

Sanna’s features relaxed and she gave him a rueful grin as a peace-offering. Rubbing the well-worn red leatheris absently between her fingers, she inspected his appearance – from his shaggy, patchy hair to grey and red boots that didn’t quite match – and her smile turned true. “It's so strange to see this jacket on you again, especially considering it's mine now,” she said with a wink, and he chuckled.

“Oh, it definitely looks better on you,” Theron murmured, his eyes roving over her figure. An adorable flush made its way into her cheeks. She bit her lip and damn, but he wanted to kiss her again.

“At least you’ve got the rest of your clothes back.” Vassanna’s optimistic tone dragged his wayward thoughts back to the conversation at hand. “I’m so glad that Ellie stored your duffle instead of getting rid of it as I’d asked. Sorry about that,” she said sheepishly.

“Nah,” he answered, shaking his head. “You were well within rights to toss it all. But I’m glad, too.”

“Oh! I saw your quetarra case next to the armoire – wherever did she stash it?”

Theron gave a broad grin. “Underneath your bed on the Defender, if you can believe it. Though she made me get it myself.”

Sanna’s jaw dropped. “What? Oh, why, that sneaky little...”

They shared a laugh, and the idea that Sanna’s overprotective cousin had some faith in him warmed Theron’s heart. “Speaking of stashing things,” he said, “I’ve got my other red jacket – the one that no cute Jedi’s laid claim to yet – and a few other things stored on Nar Shaddaa.”

“Well, then,” she said, leaning in close. “We’ll have to go retrieve it soon, before some other cute Jedi claims it as their own.” That grin of hers still knocked the breath right out of him, even after all this time. And – no, focus, dammit. He needed to focus.

“I’d like that.” Theron kissed her forehead and curled his finger under her chin, raising her face to meet his. “Though you’re avoiding the subject.”

Sanna glanced up at him, confused.

“Just a minute ago you said, ‘you're not getting’ and then left it at that. What am I ‘not getting’? What did I miss?”

She deflated with a sigh, her eyelids fluttering closed. “Nothing.”

A flare of irritation spiked through him, but before he could frown, she continued.

“You didn't miss anything. I was going to say, ‘you're not getting romantic on me again, are you?’ because...” She hung her head and her voice dropped to a near-whisper. “Before we left for Umbara, you were so emphatic, so fierce about telling me how much you loved me, how much you cared. It was the same on the shuttle ride there and then –”

Hells. And he’d just done the same thing. Different intention this time, but she didn’t know that.

“I want to trust you. I’m trying to, I swear, but –”

“No, sweetheart,” Theron said gently, caressing her cheek. “I screwed this up in pretty much the worst way possible. I don't even understand how I earned as much trust as you've already shown me; I mean, you should have enough suspicions and doubts to fill a Valor-class cruiser.”

Vassanna sighed. “I know. I’m trying not to, but I keep jumping to conclusions, coming up with implications in your words that aren’t really there.”

“Hey,” he said, meeting her gaze. “I will be as unromantic as possible going forward if that will help.” She matched his small grin and he could breathe a bit easier. “I have no tricks up my sleeve, Sanna. No hidden agenda.”

“I know, Theron,” she whispered, nodding. “I know. I know, I know.”

She seemed to be trying to convince herself more than him and stars, it broke his heart. He cradled her cheeks in his palms. “Sweetheart–”

“I told you – jumping to conclusions,” she said, a wry curve to her lips. “I'll do better, I promise.”

“You don't need to justify your feelings to anyone, babe,” Theron said as he kissed the tip of her nose. “Least of all me.”

“I’m sorry,” Sanna said, wilting. “We were having a beautiful moment and I ruined it. It was sweet and easy and it felt like things did before and then I went and ruined it with –”

“Stop,” he said softly, placing a thumb on her lips. “You didn't ruin anything; it wasn't perfect before.” He gave her a small smile and a shrug. “We had awkward moments then, too, and we're probably gonna keep having them. But since we're working our way back – slowly but surely – to what we had before, those imperfect moments carry a bit more weight than they used to.”

She placed her palms on his wrists as Theron rested his forehead on hers, musing over how well they fit together. “Besides,” he said softly, “I don't need ‘perfect’ – I just need you.”

Sanna let out a laugh that could have been a sob. “Stars, you're good at this sweet-talk business.”

“Eh, not really. Just trying to be honest.” He couldn't contain a smirk, however.

She looked up at him with a shaky smile, eyes still glossy with unshed tears. Damn it all, what he wouldn’t give to never see her cry again. Silly jokes would help, right? He forced a small chuckle and said, “Looks like we’re gonna have to get you a ‘jump to conclusions mat.’”

Her brows furrowed in confusion at Theron’s flippant comment and he explained with a dismissive wave of his hand. “There was this holo-film about working in an office... I dunno, it’s been years since I’ve seen it.” Dumb jokes work best if the other person understands the reference, but he appeared to have lightened the mood enough.

Sanna gave him the sweetest of smiles and stepped closer, her arms slipping underneath the jacket and around him once more, cautious of his fresh bandages. Theron hugged her close, resting his chin atop her head.

“I know I shouldn’t really need a reason to kiss you and tell you how much I love you, but I kinda do after that stunt I pulled. Let me explain?” At her hum, he continued. “I just came from the medical center,” he said, and she jerked back to meet his gaze, concern plain in her features. He rushed to reassure her. “I’m fine, healing perfectly well. But Daro was my medic.”

Sanna nodded after a moment, remembering the Twi’lek.

“Anyway, he mentioned that you spent a fair bit of time there while I was asleep and... well.” He shrugged. “I had to tell you how much I love you. How damned lucky I am to have you.” He ran his thumb along her jaw. “That's why I was a little more assertive than usual.”

“I couldn’t leave you there alone,” she whispered, blinking away the new tears shining in her eyes. After a long silence and a heavy sigh, she flashed him a weak smile. “‘To hells with my embarrassment and be honest,’ right? Your new motto?” Sanna turned to lean on the railing again and Theron joined her, waiting as patiently as he could for her to gather her thoughts and put voice to them.

“On the way home from Nathema,” she smothered a shudder – mostly – before continuing, “Lana and I discussed what course of action to take, moving forward, regarding you and the Order of Zildrog.”

Theron nodded, remembering. He’d listened to a recording of her speech to the Alliance after their return to Odessen: Vassanna had stood before everyone assembled, every inch the stalwart Commander, and apologized for the deception, explaining that it was necessary to keep all but a select few in the dark to safeguard the mission.

She’d also commended Theron’s bravery: volunteering for a dangerous mission to protect the Alliance and its people was nothing to take for granted.

He’d been dreaming – either in kolto or on a gurney – during her address, but afterward, the guilt of forcing her hand gnawed at him: because of him, because of his actions, she’d had to either admit to the galaxy that her right-hand man and lover had lied to her, or else spin a tale so no one questioned her leadership. Her soft words drew him out of his reverie.

“I stayed with you in the med center mostly to give credence to my explanation. And when you were asleep, it was easier to pretend that the story I had told was the real one. I left every time you started to wake up, though. I couldn’t...” Sanna hung her head. “Stars, I couldn’t face you, but I couldn’t just leave you there, either. You were so pale, helpless. Alone. And I'd missed you. I was still so angry at you but terrified that you might– that you might not–”

Her chin quivered and she clutched the railing as though her life – or his – depended upon it. After the briefest of moments, she took a deep breath, pulling herself back together. “Things have been a bit... complicated lately,” Sanna said with a half-hearted smile.

“Yeah, I can understand that.” Theron frowned, but swallowed the apology on his tongue – she’d made it clear she didn’t want or need them anymore. He leaned closer instead, nearly brushing her shoulder, and ran his palm along her spine. “Out of curiosity, how'd you know when to leave?”

“Dr. Raeth monitored your vital signs and would send me a message whenever you appeared to be regaining consciousness. It was my cue to pack up and go.”

He nodded. “Does she know the truth about... what I did?”

Vassanna shook her head. “Not entirely, no. I mentioned that the situation was simply too much for me to handle, especially while trying to pick up the pieces the Order had left behind. I said that I didn’t trust myself around you, that I might fall apart if I spoke with you.” She paused, considering. “Well, that part was all true, but the implication was different. I think I’ve become a better liar than you give me credit for, Theron. I’m not certain that’s a good thing.”

Theron stared at her, dumbstruck, unable to process a fitting response.

Sanna turned to him, slipping a hand around his waist once more and meeting his gaze. “Tell me again.” Her words were quiet, halting. “How you feel about me, I need– Tell me, please.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead as her eyes fluttered closed, then her temple, her cheek. Shifting a step closer, he whispered in her ear. “I love you, Vassanna.”

He felt her breath hitch, holding his own in the brief hesitation that followed. His heart sang when she finally spoke.

“I love you, too, Theron.”

[serahsanguine]

What’s Left Unsaid, Says It All

What’s Left Unsaid, Says it all part 7/?

Rating; NC-17, NSFW

This Story can be found at  Ao3

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part5, part 6 

Tagging; @peacenik0  @today-in-fic

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Chapter 7;  Family Where Life Begins & Love Never Ends.

Scully woke up, slowly and groggily, to the sound of not one but two crying infants and her mind began to race with worry. Were they OK? Was something wrong with them?

She opened her eyes, sat up and looked around the room scanning it like the mama bear she was now, trying to find where the noise was coming from. She noticed her mother Maggie and sister Missy standing in the corner of the hospital room, they were each holding a baby and trying desperately to calm them both down, to no avail.

"Mom? Is everything OK? Why are they crying like that?" Scully asked, concerned.

"Yes! Everything's fine, Dana. They're just very hungry and they miss you. They miss their mom... I'm so proud of you, honey. You were so strong and brave and now you have these sweet, little babies to care for"

"Can you show me how?" Scully asked, in a small whisper as her cheeks began to flush. She felt extremely awkward and shy about asking for help but remembered that her mom had told her that she had successfully breastfed two of the four children.

Maggie walked over and placed Scully’s son in her arms, being careful to support the head before grabbing a pillow to rest under her daughter's arm and grandson.

Scully carefully lowered her top and unclipped her nursing bra, revealing her left breast.

"OK, Dana, bring him to your breast... make sure to support his neck, shoulders and back" Maggie said, clearly and calmly so Scully could follow her instructions, step by step "Now place his nose level with your nipple..." as she did, her little boy opened his mouth and latched on perfectly.

"You're a natural," Maggie said, smiling and leaving her daughter to feed her grandson in peace while she tried to help Missy with her brand new granddaughter.

Several hours Later

Missy and Maggie had left about twenty minutes ago because it was getting late, and visiting hours were over. Scully was now alone, in her private room on the maternity ward, with her two babies fast asleep in their crib next to her.

She looked at her slumbering daughter first; skin pink and soft, eyes shut showing off her long eyelashes, sweet heart shaped lips a rosy colour, she was so dainty and the way her tiny fingers opened and closed near her chubby little cheek was mesmerising and then looked over at her son, he was the mirror image of his sister except that he definitely had Mulder's nose, long legs and plump pouty bottom lip, his forehead scrunched up in thought, he looked so picturesque and pure. They were both so perfect.

Scully turned away from them, laying her head back against the large soft pillow and stared up at the boring white hospital ceiling. Her eyes were stinging from the tears unshed and her mind wandered to Mulder and what kind of father he would be (that's if he wanted to be one). She could picture his face lighting up when they called him Dada for the first time or when either of the twins took their first steps towards him, could imagine it all. They're whole lives together as a happy family but they weren't and this was all a daydream that would never become a reality and for that Scully was sorry, so very very sorry... to Mulder and their children.

She looked at her babies again one looking identical to her and one looking identical to Mulder. Scully would tell them about him; about his brilliance, his strength and his undying determination for family, compassion and loyalty. And one day if they choose to, when they were older, she would not stop them from finding him. They deserved to know their father and he deserved to know them. She can only hope that one day they would all forgive her... and that she'd be able to forgive herself for such a terrible decision made in sadness and fear.

She quickly fell asleep again... until their next feeding, in an hour or two.

12 hours later

Melissa and Maggie were back at the hospital, to help Scully out and were currently fussing over the two little ones, while their mother sued the bathroom.

Maggie looked up at her daughter, as she walked back into the room, grandson fast asleep in her arms. "Have you thought of names for these little people, who are so adorable, that we can’t keep calling them baby boy and baby girl can we, Sweetie?"

"Yes, Mom. I have chosen names" Scully answered, shaking her head.

"Wanna share with the rest of the class, Dan’s?" Melissa said with a mock sound in her voice and a smile on her lips.

"Well, I'm naming my little boy William Jeremiah. Williams first name is after both sets of grandfathers. Plus, it's also Mulder’s middle name and it just feels... right" Scully paused, looking at both of them for reactions. So far so good she thought "And I am naming my little girl Ellissa Claire, ‘Ellie' for short," she said, finishing her sentence.

"Oh... they're both such beautiful names, Dana," Maggie said looking down at the tiny baby boy all wrapped up in a blue and yellow blanket "Hello, sweet William"

Scully smiled as little William started squirming for another feed. Melissa was holding her niece Ellie, and sitting on the sofa looking out across the city of San Francisco.

The Next Day.

Maggie was sitting on a comfortable old, winged armchair in her newly acquired hotel room waiting for Scully to call and tell her that she had been discharged from the hospital, the twins were doing amazing so there was no reason they couldn't come home today. She sat there pondering the idea of phoning Mulder, not necessarily to tell him about the birth of his children even though she really wanted to tell him but to, in fact, tell him that she had indeed finally seen her daughter and that she was doing OK in her new life. She picked up the landline and dialled his home phone number, she had come to learn it from all of the times she had rung Mulder to check up on him over the past two and a half months. She was getting especially worried these last two weeks because he stopped coming around and answering the phone, she could see that he was in pain and didn't want him to do anything too drastic. The phone rang and rang until finally, she got his answering machine, letting out a small sigh before listening to the beep and leaving a message for him.

"Hello. Fox, it's Maggie. I just called to let you know that I have finally seen Dana and she is doing well, I promise. I know you miss her but you need to give her time to get her life back together before you try to contact her. Please don’t do anything you may regret later... I worry about you. I will call in a couple of days to check up on you. Goodbye for now" with all that needed to be said Maggie put the phone back down on the receiver, staring at it for a moment longer before thinking about how lucky her daughter was to have a found a man that cared enough that she had to get involved. She was feeling defeated but would not give up on him, in hope that he would not give up on himself, or on Dana and their little family.

Maggie got up to go down to the hotel restaurant but was stopped short at the door by a call from Scully to come to pick them all up from the hospital. When she asked what her daughter meant by ‘all' Scully simply said that apparently, she had actually broken a couple of Melissa's fingers. Maggie laughed quite a bit in response to that revelation.

Ten minutes later Maggie had arrived at the hospital, and walked up to Scully's room with two infant car seats in each hand, ready to take her two daughters and her two grandbabies home. She put down both car seats and strolled over to the crib to look at them, and found little William, dressed in a fluffy white all in one button up onesie, with a grey alien on it with the words "I am going home" printed underneath, Maggie smiled as she picked him up and rocked him back and forth in her arms and looked over at Scully who was in the middle of feeding Ellissa.

"Honey, who brought William’s outfit?" Maggie questioned, curious.

"Mulder" Scully answered, smiling but there was an obvious sadness behind her blue eyes.

She gave her daughter a puzzled look "But I don’t understand, why did buy it if he didn’t…"

"It's a long story mom but the gist of it is, he thought he brought it for a friend of mine and I ended up keeping it," Scully said, cutting her mother off before the conversation became too much emotionally.

"Oh, OK" Maggie was still confused by the whole situation but didn’t want to push the matter any further for fear of upsetting her daughter.

Scully looked away, the memory of the conversation she had had with Mulder flooding her mind. He had bought two matching outfits for her ‘friend’ and she asked "why?" and his reply was "I thought they were cute and it's a nice gift" then quickly added "plus the aliens are the right colour" and Scully had hidden a giggle at the time. She smiled now, as she looked down at her beautiful little girl with her brown hair, blue eyes and pale skin.

Ellissa sighed, letting Scully’s nipple go with an audible pop before closing her eyes and falling asleep. She looked over at her Mom, who had already put William in one of the car seats and was happily snoozing away too. Scully quickly fastened the latch on her bra and pulled her top up, and passed her Ellie to her Maggie for her to strap in the other car seat, while she got her belongings together and re-packed her bag to go home.

When everything was all packed, Missy picked up the car seat cradling William with her good hand while Maggie opened the door and carried the bags. Scully took one last look around the hospital room, picked up the car seat Ellie was in a blissful look on her little face, and then looked down at her daughter, whispering "I’m sorry your dad isn’t here, sweet girl... but I love you so much. Let’s go home" and walked out of the hospital room softly closing the door behind her, so she didn't wake the babies up.

November 1993, one month later

Ellissa and William were almost to one month old now and things had been very eventful over the past month. The first few days after bringing them both home from the hospital, there were constant feedings and absolutely no sleep for Scully but she quickly adjusted to this new life. And Maggie helped where she could, especially for the first few days while Melissa recovered from her hand injury bur after a week of staying with her two daughters she had to leave San Francisco and go back to DC.

Scully was trying her very best to get out of the apartment, as often as she could, with the twins while Missy spent her days at work to help pay for their new life in San Francisco. She often took them to the local park, even though they weren't old enough to go on any of the play equipment yet, it was still nice to spend time outside in the fresh, crisp and clean winter air with hints of cinnamon and coffee from the local street vendor situated in the middle of the park.

On this particular day, Ellie was fast asleep in her bassinet of the double baby buggy pram but William was starting to stir in the bassinet next to his little sister. Scully looked around and found the nearest bench so she could sit down, pick up her infant son and give him some much needed cuddles. As soon as William was against Scully’s chest she could feel the warmth of his heartbeat, and new baby smell which was mixed lavender, she thought could easily get addicted to that smell if she let herself. He slowly stopped squirming against her and closed his eyes lulled by his mother's heartbeat against his own.

Scully sat there thinking about how her life had changed so much in the last year, she thought about how much her children were changing before her eyes and had already changed so much since their birth a month ago. It felt like only yesterday they were born and now they were looking at faces, cooing with "ooh" and "ahhs" and she even got her very first real smile out of Ellie yesterday which warmed her heart and made it swell with contentment. She suddenly noticed time had got away from her and put William back in the bassinet and walk them back home.

December 1993; the twins are two months old.

Scully arrived at Maggie's house with Melissa and the twins in tow, they had all flown back east for the Christmas holidays.

The six hour journey across the country was "fun" both babies screaming because of the initial pressure in the cabin but soon, thanks to a lovely older woman named Dorothy, Scully found that if you rub the soft spot behind the babies ear it helps soothe them.

When Scully and Missy attempted it on both babies, they stopped crying almost immediately and slept through the last four hours of the trip AND the cab ride from the airport to her mother's but the twins were wide awake and very active just in time to see grandma again.

A couple of days later, Maggie and Scully were sitting on the carpet in front of the 6ft Christmas tree with red, green and gold baubles and silver tinsel and twinkly lights wrapped around it with a delicate gold painted wooden Angel on top, with an open fire flickering nearby (a metal fire guard up so Will and Ellie didn't get anywhere near it).

Missy was out doing the last minute Christmas shopping that needed to be done for the Scully family feast. The twins were fast asleep in a bassinet together (they slept better together Scully had found) while Scully and her mother were talking about what had been going on since they last saw each other.

"How have the twins been? They seem very active, Dana" Maggie mused.

"Yeah, they are... they started sleeping better when I put them in the same crib and have started accepting bottles from Melissa now, which she is happy about because she enjoys spending time with them" Scully said, smiling at the memory of the first time Melissa got William to accept a bottle without her help.

"Oh, I bet she was. You probably don't remember this but Missy wanted to be your mom when we first brought you home, she would follow me everywhere and tell our church friends that you were hers and they had to ask to hold you"

"I didn't know that. Wow, that really changed when we grew up, huh?"

"Yes, that happens with sisters but you're best friends now. Are you still breastfeeding, Dana?"

"I am... and I pump when I can, of course," Scully answered.

"That’s good, sweetheart. I assume Ellie and Will meeting their milestones on time?"

"Yes, Mom, they are. William..." she put emphasis on his full name because Missy kept calling him Will and her mom had picked it up "is responding to my voice now and smiling, he is also trying to hold his head up occasionally. Ellie is gurgling and cooing in her own sweet language, I sometimes wonder if they understand each other... the looks they share. Oh, and she also smiles and responds to my voice, too"

"That's brilliant news" Maggie beamed, causing Scully to smile (teeth and all) at the compliment on her ability " I also see my grandchildren are starting to look like each of their parents"

"What do you mean mom?" Scully asked, puzzled by the comment.

"Do you really not see it, Dana?" Scully shook her head, so Maggie continued "Well, Will has your lovely red hair and your gorgeous big blue eyes... and Ellie has quite a large quantity of brown hair on her sweet little head and I swear I can see her eye colour changing too"

"What? Don’t be ridiculous, mom!" Scully let out a small, semi-annoyed huff.

Scully didn't want to talk or think about him right now, it was hard enough to look at them every day and not want to break down in tears, without having it pointed out.

Maggie could see her daughter physically wince at the thought of Mulder but she would never lie to her, even if it made it her uncomfortable.

"Sorry, it's just that... well, I spoke to him the other day. I think he's OK, he might be a little lost right now... but OK" Maggie smiled weakly at her daughter trying to reassure Scully, though they both knew she was lying. It was the thought that counted.

Maggie could see her daughter's eyes were fighting back eminent tears and felt kind of bad but it was better than she knew. Dana gave her a small smile, then got up and wandered over to watch her slumbering children for a moment, and if she were being honest she needed a second to pull herself together.

A few days later it was finally Christmas.

Maggie, Bill, Tara, Melissa was holding Ellie and Charlie was on the floor watching William wriggle on a soft Sesame Street play mat, were all sitting around the living room opening up presents. The twins were dressed up in Christmas outfits; Ellie was in a little red tulle dress and William was in a matching little red Santa suit and both outfits had the words 'my first Christmas' written on them.

Everybody kept fussing over the twins, especially the women of the family. It was the first that Tara was meeting them, and Maggie and Melissa were gushing about how clever they both were.

Bill had asked on several occasion about the father of the twins; Scully had said it was complicated and ignored the snide remarks about being unwed and the children not having a dad or a proper family to be raised in. She was going to enjoy her first Christmas as a mother, no matter what.

The twins were given plenty of presents, in fact way more than Scully knew what to do with. Ellie kept reaching for the wrapping paper and putting it up to her mouth, attempting to suck on it. William was very relaxed, he was just looking around at everyone confused about all of the fuss that was being made about this day. Maggie managed to record everything on videotape and when the present were done, the food was consumed... everyone had retreated to their respective rooms.

Scully was laying on her childhood bed thinking about Mulder and what he was currently missing out on. She also wondered what he would be doing this Christmas in her absence, if anything at all. Scully sighed, closed her eyes and fell into a fruitful slumber.

January 1994; the twins are now three months old.

Scully was bouncing Ellie on her lap, listening for her sweet little laugh that had started happening a few days ago, and would now happen every time she bounced her daughter. It had become addictive, even more so when William would join in. There was something magical about the sound of both of her children giggling. It made her ache inside with happiness.

One bounce, two bounce... laugh. One bounce, two bounce... laugh.

Scully looked down at her daughter, who was the spitting image of Mulder now; her eyes had turned from a light blue to hazel colour, her curly auburn hair was just past her long eyelashes, and it all stood out against her extremely pale skin.

Scully bounced Ellie a couple more time before Will began to cry out for her attention.

"Okay sweetie, mommy has to go get your brother quickly but then I will be right back" Scully cooed, as her daughter looked up at her confused when she put her down in the playpen with a few soft and educational toys.

Scully went to retrieve William, who was screaming bloody murder down the corridor in their shared bedroom.

"Hi, little man. I take it you've woken up hungry. Let's see what we can do something about that, shall we?" Scully said, picking William up and started singing to calm him down until she could feed him. "Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine. I never understood a single word he said... but I helped him a-drink his wine"

William stared up at his mom's face, smiling and then laughed at her bad singing but it kept him from crying and so she carried on

"And he always had some mighty fine wine. Singin'... joy to the world, all the boys and girls now, joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me"

Scully was still singing as she walked through the hallway and back to the living room, sitting down holding William as she undid her top, plus her bra and started feeding. She carried on singing when she noticed Ellie smiling at them from her spot on the floor of the playpen.

February 1994; the twins are now 4 months old.

Scully's birthday arrived. She took the babies to visit her mom for the week, leaving her sister Melissa at home because they needed a break from each other as they were stepping on each other toes.

William and Ellissa dealt with the flight much better this time around, now that they were a little bit older and they had toys to distract and keep them happy while in the air.

William had just cut his first tooth which was a nightmare in itself and Ellie was nearly there but still a little ways off.

When they arrived at the airport, Scully placed them in their stroller to claim their luggage and then got a cab to her mom's. It was late evening when they reached her childhood home but the twins were still very active and Maggie played peek-a-boo with Ellie making her giggle, as soon as William heard his sister he joined in which made Scully and her mother laugh too.

Several hours went by of Maggie playing with the twins.

Scully had just given them both a bath, fed and changed them, placing them in there travel cots and was about to read them a story even if they didn’t understand it much.

Maggie was standing in the hallway listening to her daughter tell the story.

"Once upon a time, there was a very handsome prince called Fox..."

"Da-Da" William babbled, adorably.

"Yes, baby. Da-Da" Scully said, running a finger across his chubby little cheek.

Maggie was surprised, because she hadn’t heard either of the twins actually say a word until now but stayed quiet and carried on listening to Scully.

"He was lonely and heartbroken, because he had lost his sister to another magical kingdom in their realm and he hadn't seen or heard from her in many, many, years. One day a beautiful princess was riding through his kingdom but her horse was sick and she asked the prince for his help, but he was too stubborn to help her and refused to look at her, telling his servant she could stay the night but that she wasn't allowed to bother him. What she didn't know, was when she turned her back he looked at her and realised how pretty she was... but before he could speak she was gone" Scully looked down at the babies. William was fast asleep but Ellissa was still listening and looking at her with wide, curious eyes "The very next morning the princess got up and went to breakfast, but the prince Fox stopped her in the Hallway and said ‘Sorry my milady, I was very rude to you last night' and she answered ‘It's fine Lord Fox, I accept your apology'. She smiled at him and he looked at her in a way no one has ever looked at her before but she couldn't explain why and then he spoke again ‘You can stay as long as you need while your horse recovers, I will send a squire for the veterinarian' she replied with a polite ‘Thank you, Lord Fox,. You are too kind'. ‘What is your name milady?' the prince replied causing the beautiful princess to smile and tell him that her name was ‘Katherine'"

Scully sighed and stopped talking, looking down at both her babies again and realised that Ellie was asleep now, so she quietly pulled the wool blanket over her children to keep them warm.

Maggie quickly walked over to her room, quietly shutting the door so she wasn't caught eavesdropping on such a private moment.

Scully heard the door to her mother's bedroom close but didn't dwell on it. She was tired so she left the babies room and walked into her own while stripping off her clothes and changing into her pyjamas, blue silk short and tank top set and slid under the covers on her bed. She lay there staring out of the small window to her right looking at the dark sky and glowing stars, tomorrow was her birthday which meant a whole year had gone by since she had first met Fox William Mulder (the man of her dreams, the father of her children, her soul mate). It was the day that changed her life... for the better.

She began to remember that night, the intensity of it, the way she took control.

Standing on her tiptoes as she placed her mouth against his and he, in turn, pushing her against the wall, his hands gripping her hips roughly. Could remember feeling his erection against her inner thigh, opening her mouth to let his tongue slid against hers.

Oh god, what that man could do with his tongue was amazing all of those sunflower seeds coming into practice. She felt a fresh wave of dampness pooling between her legs, looking around she was grateful that the door was closed, that the twins were asleep and could she really do this in her childhood bedroom with her mom opposite and her children next door. It had been so long since she even felt like this, her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, sweat from anticipation forming on her cold skin. She slowly slid her hand under her top moving it slowly across her skin as she mimicked his movements from that night, imagining they were his hands

running lines on the underside of her breasts and then moving up towards her nipples, becoming hard under his touch, rubbing them... flicking and toying with them, tongue circling each nipple with feather like touches, nipping at it as the fingers on his other hand rolled the nipple so it didn't feel left out of the fun, switching between them and repeating the same process over again.

Scully's breathing became erratic, her breasts were pretty sensitive already but since getting pregnant and breastfeeding they were even more so. She knew it wouldn't take long now, she moved her hand down from her breast down her stomach, slipping her delicate hand underneath the hem of her silk pyjama shorts AND her panties finding herself hot, sticky and swollen immediately dipping her finger in and around her outer lips imagining it was him

cock slowly sliding through her arousal before finding her entrance, sliding in... out, in and out, walls clutching him in her warmth like a vice

She always felt complete with him inside her

slipping in and out, her walls contracting and tightening, a signal for him to go harder and faster

Her finger moving faster and faster against her clit, bringing herself to climax she bit her lip breaking the skin and tasting the blood in her mouth as the ecstasy of release washed over her body, her nerves on fire. It felt amazing but it wasn’t enough, she wanted him and only him. She grabbed a couple of tissues to quickly clean up the mess before falling asleep.

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Scully was woken up by the sounds of Ellie wanting to be fed but soon heard her mother's bedroom door opening and then the crying stopped. She could hear Maggie whisper

"Shh, sweet girl. Let’s get you changed, do you want some milk... and then we'll go see mommy, huh?"

She sighed, her head falling back on her pillow. Today was her birthday, and she was going to try her very best to be happy, for herself and the twins.

Thirty minutes later, Scully slowly walked down the stairs in a pair of jeans and a black cotton tank top with a sweater tied around her waist. Maggie looked towards the stairs, noticing daughter and looked back at the twins.

"Look who's here..." Maggie cooed at her grandchildren "They've been feed and we just about had tummy time" she directed at Scully.

"Thank you, Mom" Scully smiled and walked into the living room.

William and Ellissa spent the next few hours trying to impress their grandma by doing mini push-ups and attempting to lift their heads up to look around the large room.

Maggie had baked a cake the day before and went to get it from the fridge, she came back with it a minute later, singing Happy Birthday which the twins thought it was very amusing and watched as Scully blew out the candle, making a secret wish. After they ate some cake, she spent time playing with Ellie and William before beginning their nighttime routine, which involved Scully bathing, feeding, changing them and putting them in separate travel cots before continuing her fairy tale story from the night before.

"Katherine had been staying at Lord Fox' Castle for a couple of days now. And even though when they'd first met she thought he was a big bad meanie, she very quickly ended up becoming his friend. Sadly, her treasured horse, Queequeg, was not getting better but actually much worse as the days passed. Lord Fox asked if the princess wanted another horse but she explained this one meant a lot to her as it was from her parents. Days turned into weeks, and she didn't realise just how much she was falling in love with the prince, she came to call her best friend... well, not until one special day when they were having a picnic in the royal gardens, his chestnut hair caught the sun and she admired him more then she should. Their hands touched for the very first time that day an electricity sparked between them. She did not think it was wise to act on her feelings not unless he was willing to marry her. More weeks passed and they grew closer and closer. So close, that Katherine's... Mother and Father came down from their kingdom by the sea to meet Lord Fox. They liked him just as much as the young princess did, soon after they arrived the prince asked her father's permission for her hand in marriage and he approved. The very next day he proposed and two weeks after that there were married in a beautiful wedding, full of golds, silver and flowers. It was like something out of dream, the princess and prince were so happy they were finally together and that nothing would ever stand in there way. And they lived happily ever after" Scully finished, releasing both children were sleeping. She soon drifted off in the rocking chair holding a hand out to each of them. Scully needed to feel connected to Mulder, and their beautiful babies were the perfect way to make that connection.

April 1994, the twins are now 5 and half months old.

Spring was finally in the air, turning cold days into slightly warmer ones and daffodils were starting to bloom and Easter was just around the corner.

Scully had been attending bounce and rhyme and story time session at the local library which consisted of reciting simple songs and nursery rhymes with William and Ellissa.

She found it was a really good way to meet other parents and a good opportunity for the babies to mix socially with other children their age, to learn new things in an educational environment... and it made her feel less alone. Ellie and Will were doing amazing, hitting all of their milestones head on.

William had just started rolling over from his tummy onto his back (Ellie had been doing it for a few weeks) and they were both now supporting the own heads and sitting up with cushions. Will appeared to have a fascination with eating his feet and toes while Ellie, on the other hand, kept giving him disgusted looks. They babbled frequently in their own little alien twin language, and they could now both say the word "Dada". Scully thought it was cute that they knew who he was, but it also hurt because he wasn't there and she was starting to miss him terribly. Over time she briefly even contemplated moving back to DC or possibly ringing him and asking for his forgiveness but thought better of it as time went on.

Scully was looking forward to their first Easter together. She wanted to celebrate by getting Melissa to dress up as an Easter bunny but was told in polite terms "to fudge off" because the only bunny she was dressing up as was the slutty version but that wasn't going to stop Scully. Maggie was coming to visit from DC, so they could go to Easter Mass together, as a family and then hide little chocolate eggs around the house and go hunting for them, but not too much chocolate because she didn’t want either of them getting a sugar rush, that was the last thing she needed. William and Elissa were already rambunctious enough as it was.

May 1994, the twins are now 6 months old.

Scully, Ellie, William and Melissa had all gone down to see Maggie for the weekend.

Maggie and Missy had gone grocery shopping for some much needed food because the twins were starting solids.

Maggie was making small containers worth of sweet potato and veggie mash and various fruit purees, amongst other delicious things for them to try and hopefully enjoy.

Scully was getting the twins ready, putting on there light jackets and baby shoes.

Ellie was dressed in a pale yellow springtime dress with a small ¾ white cardigan, while William was in a pair of light blue jeans with a pale yellow t-shirt with a small grey alien on the front. Scully was really into matching baby clothes, and did her best to have them in a similar style.

"Hey! Ellie, stop hitting your brother... I need to get his coat on and it’s not very nice"

Ellissa smiled sweetly at her mother and proceed to try and hit him again.

"Ellissa Claire! I said... NO!"

The little girl looked up at her mom with tears forming in her eyes and started to cry

"Oh, Ellie..." Scully picked William up and placed him in the double stroller and strapping him in, she gave him a toy to keep him entertained "Shh. Everything's okay, sweetie. I'm sorry, mommy didn't mean to shout. It's just not very nice to hit your big brother, or anyone else. It hurts, OK?" she apologised. Ellissa looked up at her mother, snuggled into her chest and slowly stopped crying.

Scully took that as her cue to put her in the stroller and go for a walk in the park.

Meanwhile same time outside and a couple of doors down from Maggie's house;

Fox Mulder was sitting in his government issued silver sedan which was full of empty food wrappers, aeroplane sized whisky bottles and some dirty clothes. He was planning to visit Maggie a couple of days ago but what he saw, he definitely was not expecting. Now he sat there staring out of the windscreen into the empty street remembering what had happened.

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Mulder had just got out of his car from the space where he parked a couple of doors down from his normal spot just in case Scully suddenly turned up because he didn't want her to recognise the car and run away again. He was just one door down from Maggie's house when a taxi pulled up onto the driveway and through the window, he spotted her familiar red hair, so he quickly darted behind the biggest bush he could see and watched on.

Melissa got out the taxi, immediately went to the trunk carrying the luggage and there was so much of it for only two people. Next out was a small beautiful exquisite redhead and that’s when he realised it was Scully, it was his Scully and his heart began to pound in his chest, blood pressure going from zero to a hundred in about 30 seconds. She was as beautiful as ever, hadn’t changed a bit in the months they'd been apart. He had an urge to run to her and wrap his arms around her, but he forced himself to stay perfectly still, not to make a sound and continued watching the scene in front of him.

Melissa hurried inside with bags in tow, as Scully leaned inside the taxi, he could not stop smiling or staring at her ass, so perfect so round he shook his head trying not to think like that. because his jeans were becoming uncomfortable, stirring a deep longing desire for her to fill her completely and never let her go, again.

He couldn't see what she was doing inside the taxi but less than five minutes had passed and Scully pulled out a car seat with a small infant inside sleeping the day way. She carefully placed the occupied car seat on the grass, before reaching back into the taxi to remove another car seat with yet another sleeping infant in. Mulder noticed that one of the small babies had red hair and thought "Wow, Melissa's had twins" he wasn’t really expecting that, she didn’t even look pregnant when he saw her last in DC. Mind you, he was too angry at her to even notice if she was or wasn’t. Obviously, he had missed it. He watched Scully with curious eyes as she picked up both car seats with each hand and wandered inside her mother's house. He couldn’t see Maggie, not now that Scully was there. Mulder didn’t want her to run, this was not the best time so he left his hiding spot and bolted back to his car, jumping in and speeding back home.

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Mulder was soon brought back to reality when he heard Scully singing "Jeremiah was a bullfrog, was a good friend of mine. I never understood a single word he said, But I helped him drink his wine" he quickly ducked down out of view and carried on listening to what was happening outside. He heard laughing and babbling come from two small infants and quickly realised she was taking her niece and nephew out.

Scully started singing again "Joy to the world, all the boys and girls now. Joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea. Joy to you and me!" and he heard more giggling and laughing and the sound of stroller wheels moving in the distance.

Mulder's mind was made up he had to follow her, had to see her and speak to her. So he waited five minutes before, exiting his car and following her down the street as quietly as he could.

He followed them to the nearby park, remaining out of sight the whole time but close enough that he could hear everything.

Scully picked up the little girl, hung a blanket on the swing and placed her inside and repeated the process, unclasping the little boy from the stroller and placing a blanket behind the little boy in the baby swing opposite and slowly swinging them both, one at a time and making sure not to get to high. The infants were laughing and squealing with delight as Scully them and Mulder took a moment to enjoy watching the view before him. Scully was laughing and enjoying herself with these two babies, and suddenly couldn't shake the feeling of what if this was what he could have had with her. The dream suddenly springing into his mind, the one of him and Scully and their daughter... of them, as a family playing and running around in a field, in the midsummer sun carefree and not being chased by monsters or ghouls.

He kept staring at these two little children; the little boy coincidentally looked identical to Charlie as a child with the red hair and big blue eyes and turned his attention to the little girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes, not quite green and not blue either.

Mulder was brought out of his reverie, when the little girl looked directly at him and felt his hair stand on end, it felt like she was looking into his soul and then she spoke to him.

"Da-Da!"

Mulder looked at this child and thought "Wait, what did she say? Why does she think I'm her dad? Why does Melissa's daughter think I'm her dad? Maybe I just look like her dad? It was possible! He kept staring at this little girl, fixated on her but then he saw Scully move towards the little girl so he quickly hid again and continued to listen.

"I’m sorry, sweetie. But your daddy’s not here, remember?"

"Da-Da!"

"Ellissa, your Dada's not here... he doesn't even live around here," Scully said, trying not to get emotional.

Mulder could hear the way Scully's voice wavered, as she spoke to this little girl and if he didn’t know any better he would say it sounded like she was about to cry or was already crying.

"Mama!"

"Yes, baby. I’m here..."

Listening to this a shock wave hit Mulder. There's no way he could've of heard that right, silently pleading with this adorable little girl to say it again.

"Can you say Mama again, Ellissa?"

"Mama!"

"Good job, baby. Mama's right here and she's not going anywhere"

OH MY GOD, this cannot be happening Mulder thought. The realisation hitting him like a 40-ton Mack truck, they weren't Melissa children at all.... they were Scully's. It all made sense now, she was unfaithful and was sleeping with someone one else. It's why she moved away and didn't want anything to do with him. She'd gotten pregnant and had given birth. Scully had children! Mulder was suddenly very angry and upset that she had lied to him, because he trusted her. She had told him that she loved him and it was a lie.

Looking up, he saw Scully turn around to look at where Ellie had been saying "Da-Da" and darted out from his hiding spot leaving the park, mind in anguished turmoil and heartbreaking and bleeding in his chest. But he needed to know more, needed answers to his long list of questions about what had happened and why and if Scully wasn't going to answer them, not that he trusted her now anyway not after what she had done to him. Well, he was going to get answers regardless, so he pulled a cell phone out of his pocket and dialled speed dial number two.

"Frohike, it's me. Turn the tape off... NOW!"

To be continued...

[imagine-loki]

Unofferable, Part II

TITLE: Unofferable, Part II

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 5, For Show AUTHOR: unofferable-fic ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine courting Loki in secret for a number of years. While you’re both more than happy with the arrangement and are genuinely in love, you can never make your relationship public because of your status as a mortal servant.

RATING: M

NOTES/WARNINGS: Angst, language, suggestive content. Playlist: “Girls Like You” — The Naked And Famous, “Méditation from Thaïs” — Jules Massenet, “Is This Love” — Whitesnake

As was customary before and after big occasions on Asgard, feasts and balls were frequent. It meant that it was quite a busy time for servants and kitchen staff alike, but it was even more stressful for young Ellie. At least she and Loki received some warning beforehand from Frigga, but this particular occasion was set to be a particularly trying one for them both. Mostly because Odin had invited representatives from Vanaheim and Loki’s betrothed, Sigyn, was also on the guest list.

While they were both particularly miffed by this, they couldn’t do much about it. As a prince, Loki had to do his duty and make an appearance, and, as his handmaiden, Ellie would also have to appear. This meant that she would have to be in the same room as him while he met his betrothed for the first time.

Certainly not an ideal situation for either of them.

Ellie was well used to having to remain professional and pretending that nothing was going on between them when in the public eye, but this was on another level. Could she hold it together while watching him schmooze with another? While she knew that Loki loved her — she had never been so sure of something in her life — there was a tiny, completely irrational, part of her that was terrified of the prospect of him actually liking this woman. Was that possible? That little part of her thought so, even though it was ridiculous idea. In five years he had never even looked at another in such a manner! She didn’t want to voice her concerns to him either considering how completely ludicrous they were.

But what if Sigyn arrives and she’s a beauty? her irrational side piped up. What if he sees her and realises he’s wastin’ his time with you? After all, you’re still mortal and she’s—

“Ellie?”

Loki’s voice snapped her out of her daze and she looked up from her breakfast to see him watching her apprehensively. “Huh?”

“I have been talking to you for the past five minutes,” he explained, patting his thin lips with a napkin. “And I think it has gone in one ear and out the other.”

“Sorry,” she sighed. “I’m just kinda tired and I zoned out. What were you sayin’?”

“I was asking how you feel about tonight, but all I received in response was ‘mmm hmm’, so I assumed your mind was elsewhere and did not want to pry.”

“Well, I was actually thinkin’ ’bout the feast later, but I was also not listenin’ to you, so I apologise.”

“Oh?” he asked, giving her his full attention. “Would you like to talk about it?”

She contemplated being honest for the briefest of moments before she settled on something else she was pondering over. “Are you gonna be okay? What with havin’ to speak to Lady Sigyn and all?”

A large hand slowly ran through his raven locks, brushing them from his eyes. “Well, I am certainly not looking forward to the occasion. I would much rather never have to deal with her. At least I can find comfort in the fact I will not be marrying her. If I must put up with her company for once evening, then so be it. I will remain polite and formal however, as I have no interest in wooing her. I would much rather woo you.”

She chuckled at that. “I think you’ve already managed to woo me, Loki. Considerin’ we’ve been courtin’ for five years, no?”

“I intend to never stop wooing you, Ellie,” he replied. “I enjoy keeping you on your toes.”

“Maybe someday we can go to a feast together too,” she mused hopefully, even if it was merely a dream now. “That’d be nice.”

“Yes, it would. Someday.”

“It’s an unrealistic dream, I know—”

Loki placed his freehand gently on top of hers. “There is nothing wrong with having dreams, little one, especially if they involve yours truly.”

She released a sigh, but couldn’t help smiling at his adorable smirk. “You’re lucky you’re insanely charmin’, y’know that?”

“I had to win you over with something. But enough about me, how are you faring ahead of tonight?”

“Eeeeehhh,” she drawled, for once finding it difficult to pick her words. “Let’s just say that I’m not exactly wishin’ the day away so that it begins sooner rather than later.”

With a small frown, Loki shifted his seat around the table so that he could sit right by Ellie’s side, firmly clutching her hand in his. “So we feel much the same about it then. I really wish you were not being put through this.”

“I wish you weren’t bein’ put up to this either. It’s not exactly fair on either of us.”

“Nothing about the situation is fair,” he murmured, idly stroking his thumb against the back of her hand. “My mother had promised to intervene if Lady Sigyn grows too fond of my company, but I doubt she will attempt anything other than polite discourse.”

“I certainly hope so. I know you wouldn’t do anythin’ else with her, but I’m a little anxious ’bout it, I guess.”

“Anxious about what exactly?” When she hesitated for a moment, he added. “Come now, little one. You know you can tell me anything. I can sense that there is something amiss — that there is something you are not telling me. I am always here to help.”

“It’s stupid.”

“Nothing that causes you genuine stress or discomfort is stupid. If I can help, I will do my best.”

“Alright,” she sighed, straightening up in her seat, her eyes fixed on her free hand. “I’m worried ’bout when you meet your intended and what you’ll think of her. And before you try to interrupt me—” She put up a hand, effectively shutting him up. “—I know what you’re gonna say, but just hear me out for a sec and let me say what I have’ta say. I know it’s somethin’ Odin wants to arrange purely for political gain with Vanaheim, but what if you meet her and realise that she can offer you things that I can’t? As it stands, all I can give you is a secret relationship — one that your father abhors — and that’s it. I’m a mortal handmaiden amongst royalty, amongst gods. With her, you could y’know, actually have a public relationship, you wouldn’t have’ta hide it, or disappoint your father. It could make your life a lot easier, especially if you meet her and you end up likin’ her.”

As she finished her sentence, her voice dropped, the image she was painting making her stomach drop. The thought of Loki finding happiness with another was…heartbreaking. She genuinely wasn’t sure if she could watch it unfold before her tonight.

“Ellie.” His voice pulled her back to reality. “Ellie, look at me.”

My name has never sounded better comin’ from anyone else’s lips, she thought to herself, slowly raising her gaze to meet his. She was overwhelmed with his green orbs, looking at her intently before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. The gesture, along with the thought of him being with Sigyn, and the overwhelming stress she had been under of late sent her overboard. Before she knew what was happening, tears were flowing freely down her cheeks and her bottom lip was quivering beyond her control. She buried her face in her hands as sobs erupted from her throat. All she wanted to do was curl into a ball and disappear. She didn’t want to go to this fucking feast. She didn’t want to watch her love socialise with a woman his father expected him to marry. She didn’t want any of this!

Before she could react, she felt strong hands lifting her up before gently seating her in what she assumed was Loki’s lap.

“It is alright, darling,” he whispered gently, wrapping his arms around her and slowly rocking back and forth. “Shh, it is alright. I’ve got you. Everything is alright. You are safe here with me. I am going to protect you.”

“Please don’t leave me,” she sobbed, voice shaking with distress as she buried her face into the side of his neck. “Please don’t. You mean so much to me, Loki, and I can’t bare to think ’bout you and her—”

“Hey now,” he began, voice soft and comforting in a way that was only ever heard by her. “I am not going anywhere, I promise. I am going to stay right here, okay, Ellie? You are not going to lose me.” With gentle hands cupping her face so that he could press his forehead against hers. “I’m not going anywhere without you. There is no need to cry, love. We have already solved it, remember? This marriage will not be coming to fruition, I promise. No matter what happens tonight at this feast, I can assure you that I will never look at another the way I look at you, or feel love for another the way I feel it for you. I will never want another and I will never seek out another. So please do not plague yourself with these thoughts. I will do my best to ensure that you never feel this way again. This feast will change nothing about how much I love you. Just breathe.”

“I love you too,” she managed to get out through small whimpers, finding reassurance in his comforting words and closeness. “I’m sorry I doubted us.”

“We cannot be strong all the time,” he hushed her. “It is a trying time and you have dealt with a lot. But please know that nothing will happen tonight to push us apart. There is only one woman with whom I will be leaving.”

A small chuckle escaped her as she sniffled. “She’s a lucky girl.”

“I would argue that I am the lucky one.”

“Agree to disagree?” she suggested playfully as he dried her tears with the sleeve of his under tunic.

“Not a chance,” he replied and softly kissed her lips.

Her worries banished for the time being, Ellie tried to find what comfort she could in her lover’s embrace before they had to face their fears later than evening. She did a good job of hiding her anxiety as she and her fellow hand servants attended to the food and drinks. Not even Fen, Sevda, or Rainger seemed to notice her discomfort, thanks to the believable facade she put up. The feast itself wasn’t the standard “sit down and have polite dinner conversation” type. Instead, it involved people walking freely while being offered drink and food from servers and from a number of tables around the dance floor. It was designed to allow everyone to mingle, which thankfully meant that Loki could insist Ellie stick close to him — he needed to be waited upon obviously, and he preferred that it was from someone who knew exactly what he liked to eat and drink. While the atmosphere in the hall was nothing short of positive with all the Asgardians more than happy to congratulate Thor in his upcoming roll, Ellie was still on edge. That being said, Frigga frequently returned to her and her son to see how they were faring. It was a comforting gesture, however small.

Despite the positive start, the point in the evening they had been dreading eventually befell them, for the next time Frigga came to them, she was in Odin’s company and that of the Vanir.

“Loki, my son,” Odin began as Ellie watched on. “I would like you to meet Lady Sigyn, your intended.”

Ellie’s eyes trailed along Odin’s outstretched arm and her gaze eventually fell on Sigyn. She sucked in a sharp breath at the realisation that this woman was stunning.

By the fuckin’ Nine, she just had to be beautiful, didn’t she?

She supposed this was a standard thing with gods, but it only caused her anxiety to begin nagging at her again. Of course she would have flowing blonde hair and alabaster skin to die for. Her form fitting blue dress was an exceptional choice and highlighted every asset she had. Everything about her screamed of worth and royalty. She looked like a genuine princess, one which would look well suited on Loki’s arm.

“Lady Sigyn,” Loki greeted her formally, bowing his head slightly. “A pleasure.”

“And you, Prince Loki,” she replied, just as politely. Beside her, the Vanir were then introduced, but Ellie couldn’t focus her attention anywhere else. Before her brain could begin to reiterate how damned stunning this goddess was, she felt a little internal tug in her chest, one which could only come from one other.

It was times like this when Ellie truly loved the soul bond with Loki. While it had its clear benefits, being able to secretly communicate while surrounded by others was one of the best aspects. In a way, a link existed between them, once that could be gently tugged to gain the attention of the other. It was like an invisible rope that became stronger and clearer the closer together they were. With the link was an electricity, much like the flutter she felt inside when in close quarters with him. The tug she felt at that moment was meant to be one of reassurance from him. Along with it, came his voice in her head.

“While she possesses that which most men and women would be bewitched by, you are far more beautiful to me than she could ever hope to be. You stand there thinking you are nothing, and yet you are the only one from which my gaze never strays.”

At that moment, she thanked God for her insignificance, because no one noticed or subsequently questioned her blushing cheeks. His words did their intended job and eased a lot of her worries, even with this gorgeous person standing before her. Odin and Frigga slowly drifted away in the company of the Vanaheim officials, chattering as they had to, leaving the trio alone to bask in the awkwardness of their encounter. Ellie stood by her prince, not moving from his side unless he told her otherwise. There was a silence for a few moments for Sigyn spoke again.

“Are you enjoying the festivities, Your Highness?” she asked Loki politely.

“It is alright,” he admitted with a calculated glance around the room. “These events are not something that I actively enjoy or pursue. They are more so tolerated.”

“I am none too fond of them either,” she replied with a slight frown. “They can be overwhelming sometimes. I prefer small gatherings, but I suppose this is what comes with royal duties.”

“Unfortunately,” Loki agreed. “Many royal duties are more of a hindrance than anything else.”

The meaning behind his words did not get passed Ellie. She certainly didn’t disagree.

“I will take your word for it, Prince Loki.” Suddenly, Sigyn’s eyes wandered over to Ellie. “This is your handmaiden, yes? The Midgardian?”

“Ah, yes,” he replied. “This is Ellie.”

“My Lady,” Ellie greeted her, dipping her head slightly. “Nice to meet you.”

“And you, dear. Would you mind fetching me a drink?”

“Oh.” Momentarily surprised by the request, Ellie cleared her throat before she nodded. “Yes, of course. If my employer permits me to?”

“It is alright, little one,” Loki reassured her. “You may fetch Lady Sigyn a drink.”

A very small part of her was hurt by the request. Ellie knew she was being unfair — there was no way Loki could tell her to not bother fetching the drink for fear of rousing suspicions. It was her job, and it certainly wasn’t out of order for Sigyn to ask the handmaiden of her betrothed for a drink. And yet, as she nodded once more and walked away from the pair, she couldn’t help but think that she was fetching Loki’s intended a drink. Loki’s intended. That stung.

Fetch me a drink while I speak with my husband-to-be…

It drove her mad, but what was she to do?

As was expected of her, she fetched the drink, and returned to them with a goblet of wine in hand.

“Your wine,” she announced and carefully handed it to Sigyn. “As requested, My Lady.”

“Ah, thank you, Ellie! Prince Loki was just telling me that you have been employed with the Royal Family since you were but a babe? I had not realised you were so young.”

“Uh, yes. I was brought here when I was five years old, and began to train with Frigga and her handmaidens some time after. I’ve been Loki’s personal handmaiden for nearly six years.”

“And how old are you, dear?”

“Twenty four, My Lady,” Ellie answered, slightly put off by her question, but masking it well.

That roused a chuckle from the guest, who went on to say. “My! You are still but a babe! Although I suppose it is different considering you are mortal and have a different lifespan to the Aesir.”

“I suppose so,” Ellie muttered, feeling the horrible dread filling her throat and chest once more.

“Lady Sigyn,” Loki began quickly, setting his own empty goblet down on a nearby table. “You must forgive me, but I will have to take my leave and retire for the evening.” Though Sigyn’s face fell slightly at his confession, he gave her no chance to question him and continued on. “I have not felt in the best all evening and fear that I would just be rather dull company for you. It has been pleasant to meet you, but we must continue this conversation another time. I will leave you in the capable hands of my mother, father, and brother. Enjoy the rest of your evening.”

With merely a polite bow, Loki turned and began to walk right out of the hall, not even bothering to ask his parents for permission to leave. Without even hesitating, though she knew he would get shit for it tomorrow, Ellie followed him from the hall and out into the deserted corridors. As soon as the doors closed behind them and once there was not a single guard in sight, Loki dragged her into a nearby alcove, pressing her against the stone wall with his body, and crashed his lips against hers.

Well, this isn’t exactly how I expected my evenin’ to go.

She yelped slightly when he bit her lower lip, but he merely took the opportunity to forcefully slide his tongue into her mouth. Her eyes immediately slipped closed, enjoying the shiver of pleasure that ran up her spine. His large hands cupped her face, and the growl that rumbled in his chest had her heart thumping erratically.

“I will not have you be her servant,” Loki growled between rough kisses. “She has no right to ask that of you, or to comment on your heritage.”

“Loki,” she gasped, clutching at his hair as he pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth again. “It’s okay—”

“I won’t allow it,” he insisted. “You are not hers. You are mine, and only mine.”

“I know, I know,” she reassured him in a breathless whisper, knowing that it was her turn to comfort. “I’m yours, Loki.”

The shiver that ripped through his body was easily felt beneath her wandering hands, and he unceremoniously shoved his knee between her legs. “Gods, I have to have you.”

“Now?” she asked, the rough fabric of his pants rubbing against her and making her whimper.

“Now!”

“C’mon. We’re goin’ to my chambers.”

Though they would much rather be doing the opposite, the lovers quickly straightened out their clothes before hurrying back towards her room. They paid little attention to the few Einherjar about, and likewise they paid them no mind. Upon arrival at their respective bedrooms, a carefully placed duplicate of Loki walked into his chambers while the real disguised Loki followed Ellie into hers. Once the door was shut, all hell broke lose.

As Loki reappeared in a haze of bright green light, he pulled Ellie into his arms again, kissing her with a heated passion that usually came about when he had been truly upset by something done at her expense. She didn’t argue, but merely met his passion with her own, moaning into his mouth as she deepened the kiss. The couple stumbled backwards, refusing to separate despite the risk of falling over, when suddenly Ellie felt her legs hit the back of her bed. When he pushed her on top of it, she giggled and scooted further up the bed as he climbed on top of her wearing a massive grin. She met him halfway when he leaned down to capture her lips once more.

“You are the only one I want beneath me, the only one I will bed,” he hissed, quickly shoving her skirts above her waist. “And I am going to fuck you so hard that the whole palace is going to hear you scream my name as you come.”

“Jesus, Loki…”

“I will not wed her and I will not bed her either. You are mine.”

In an aroused daze, Ellie lay flat on her back as he reared up on his knees and quickly undid the buckles of his pants, staring at her with blown pupils, the green in his eyes barely visible anymore. “Jesus, you’re fuckin’ stunning like this.”

“You should see yourself right now, love.”

Without further thought, he quickly slid between her legs, lay atop her, and kissed her deeply. The weight of his body on hers made her moan wantonly, relishing in the sensation and the feeling of safety it gave her. She bucked up against him, urging him on. She needed him now and simply couldn’t wait any longer.

Neither of them even had a chance to react before the door slammed open and shut again.

“Ellie, I need to speak with you about my brother’s secret— what in the name of Odin’s beard!?”

Her eyes snapped open, seeing a completely shocked Thor standing in her room, mouth agape and eyes darting between her and Loki above her. “Oh, shite!”

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!

Thor’s voiced filled the room. “Ellie! Who is—?”

Loki whipped his head around to see his brother standing there. He was then quick to shield Ellie’s body with his. “Thor! Get out, you fucking imbecile!”

“Loki?” the God of Thunder yelled, looking totally horrified. “What are you doing?!”

It was all happening too fast. In an instant, Ellie realised that her and Loki’s secret relationship was ruined.

She began to panic. Her hands clutched at Loki’s arms as they protectively caged her on the bed. Her breathing quickened as Thor’s eyes finally settled on Loki with what could only be described as murderous rage.

“Get off her!” he demanded, quickly approaching the bed in a threatening stride.

Loki was quicker, already protectively pulling Ellie to the other side of the bed as she obediently clung to him with one arm and held out the other to Thor in a plea for him to just wait. “Thor, stop! Don’t—!”

“Loki, I said get off her!”

“Stay away from her!” Loki barked as they got to their feet on the other side of the bed, holding her behind him as he faced off against Thor. “Do not take another step!”

“Brother, if you forced yourself on her,” Thor began, raising his fist as he clenched his teeth. “I will see to it that you regret it!”

The assumption horrified her, and she was too stunned to reply, so it was Loki who snapped. “What? Is it so hard to believe that she would want to lay with me, you dense brute? Get away from her!”

With a growl, the elder Odinson raised his hand, threatening to summon his trusty Mjölnir without even looking.“Move out of the way, Loki! I will not tell you again!”

“Thor, shut up!” Ellie practically screeched, slipping around to stand close next to Loki, who was still struggling to hold on to his loose pants with one hand. She wrapped an arm around his waist, other hand still raised at his fuming sibling. “Would you stop shoutin’ and listen to us for two fuckin’ minutes!”

Thor’s eyes finally moved down to meet hers, and she hoped to God that he recognised the desperation in them. “You better explain what I have stumbled upon before I throw him from the window!”

“You won’t be throwin’ him anywhere, Thor!”

“If he has forced himself on you then yes I will—”

Before she could say another word, Loki cut across her. “She is my lover, you halfwit!”

The room fell into silence.

Ellie felt her stomach drop. There was no other choice, but this was nothing short of a disaster. She couldn’t help but fear the worst.

“What?” Thor demanded, calmer but still visibly enraged and confused. “She is your what?”

“My secret lover,” Loki explained, teeth clenched but speaking slightly calmer than he had been two seconds ago. He hung his head before continuing. “The one which I told you about that night a few years ago. It was Ellie.”

The God of Thunder was clearly stumped.

Ellie could hardly blame him.

Thor’s rage suddenly dissipated and was replaced by complete shock. His eyes darted between them as his hand was slowly lowered back to his side. In a far lower voice than before, he asked Ellie. “Is what he says true?”

“Yeah, it is,” she answered. “I love him, so you won’t be throwin’ him out of any windows.”

“You already know how I feel about her,” Loki muttered, holding her close. “So I shan’t repeat myself.”

Thor seemed…baffled. Absolutely baffled with the new information he had just discovered. He was completely quiet as he tried to comprehend it all.

“How long has this been happening?” he eventually asked, this time addressing them both.

“It began shortly before I told you we had argued,” Loki explained evenly, gaze firmly fixed on his brother now as he awaited a reaction. “And we have been courting ever since.”

“But I… I do not understand how… h-how you have done this without us knowing?”

“Mother already knows. She realised it through her own motherly intuition, as it were. But she is the only one. Until you.”

“You can’t tell anyone,” Ellie insisted. “If Odin finds out ’bout us we’ll be in deep shit.”

“But what of his marriage?” Thor asked. “That is why I came to speak with you, Ellie! I wanted to ask for your help to stop it.”

“Well, I’m as bewildered as you are, Thor. We don’t exactly have any ideas ourselves.”

“So,” Thor spoke slowly, placing a massive hand on his temple. “You are telling me that all this time, you two have been…courting?”

“Yes,” the younger sibling agreed. “And you won’t be speaking a word of this to anyone.”

“I won’t,” he insisted, seemingly quite genuine. “But brother, you spoke of your secret lover in quite a lovely manner. So you are telling me that you are in love with little Ellie?”

“I am, brother, as crazy as it may sound. And she loves me.”

The room fell into silence once again until a smile slowly formed on Thor’s lips. He suddenly approached the couple and wrapped his massive arms around them both, hugging them tight. A sigh of relief escaped Ellie and she took a second to glance up at Loki and flash him a small reassuring smile of her own.

“This is wonderful news!” Thor declared, leaning back so that he could get a good look at them, his whole demeanour changing with said ‘wonderful news’. “I never would have suspected… I cannot believe I did not realise! Is this why you asked that she be your handmaiden?” Loki could only roll his eyes in response, and this was all Thor needed as an answer. “Loki, you scoundrel!”

“Thor—!”

“I merely jest! I am happy for you both. First, I was happy because my brother had found love, and now I know that my dear Ellie has also found it, with you! This is a delightful turn of events.”

“We appreciate the sentiment,” Ellie said. “Really, we do, but you can’t speak a word of this to anyone. I’m serious.”

“I know, I know, and I give you my word that I shall keep your secret.” With a laugh, Thor grinned at her. “Does this mean I can call you sister?”

Loki immediately groaned while Ellie blushed. “For the love of—”

Before he could argue, Thor placed his meaty hand on the back of his brother’s neck and squeezed lightly. “I hope you know that I greatly approve of this and I am glad you have found happiness in each other. I mean that, Loki.”

Now it was Loki’s turn to be stumped. For a few seconds, his usually impassive facade broke, showing the surprise that he felt at the admission. Ellie was quick to hold his hand in hers, giving him any comfort that she had to offer. She knew he was surprised to have his relationship being accepted by his brother. She was sure that he had expected the earlier accusations to be thrown in his face, despite how severe they were. But this? This acceptance, this joy, this utter delight at his happiness was not considered. 

And it warmed Ellie’s heart.

With Loki surprisingly at a loss for words, she was the one who spoke. “Thanks, Thor. That means a lot to us, really.”

“Not at all! This revelation is a thing to celebrate.”

“Maybe we’ll leave the celebrations until tomorrow. We were gonna head to bed before you…arrived.”

Thor let out another laugh, looking at them both as if they were children caught doing something bold. “Ah, yes! I forgot that I interrupted you two earlier. I will let you get back to your fun.”

She couldn’t help but cringe at his words, and Loki literally hung his head in his hands. “If I hear another word from you, I swear, I will wring your neck with my bare hands!”

“You do not need to tell me twice. We can discuss solutions to your arranged marriage tomorrow, brother. I wish you both a good night.” With a very inappropriate wink, Thor took his leave and left the couple alone.

All Ellie could do was sigh and sit herself down on the edge of her bed. As she shut her eyes and tried to calm down, she felt the bed dip beside her and her lover’s hand gently squeezing hers. 

“Should we have told him?” she whispered. “’Bout the plan and the Frost Giants?”

Loki looked back at her with a frown and slowly shook his head. “Not if we wish to stay together. No one can know, Ellie.”

Though lying outright to Thor was not part of the plan, she couldn’t deny that Loki was right. “No one can know.”

With another person aware of their relationship, it just put them at further risk of being discovered by Odin, but they would have to make do with their situation.

Despite the change, the plan still stood.

As the couple sat together in a completely different atmosphere, they couldn’t help but feel unsure with the future. The lies kept growing, no matter how much they tried to prevent it. But the plan had to happen.

There was simply no other way.

[lorelaigilmoure]

i’ve started watching tww in march and went on hiatus in april. i was really looking forward to live blog (like i do now) and to share my thoughts about the show, but school and hiatus got in the way. i wanted to stay off tumblr but at the same time i wanted y’all to know how i feel about the show, so i decided to write down my thoughts in a word document and to share it with you when i’m back.

so if you’re curious, how this show ruined me and why i love it and if you have the patience and time, feel free to read this live blogging(?) mess:

omg this is too much. I can’t take this whole ms plotline. wth????? jed and charlie having the conversation. I have tears in my eyes. this is tooooo much. FRACK.

BRING IT ON.  YEAH.

No mrs landingham noooo. why.???? this ep gave me goosebumps. f*cking amazing. AND HELL YES HE’S RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT AGAIN. HELL YES.

okay I hate amy. I just hate her. and I want to see abbey more. ABBBEEEEEEY. WHERE’S ABBEEEY???

OMG TOBY. THAT WAS WAY OUT OF LINE. and now jed needs a therapist. I think toby missed his calling. he should be a shrink.

charlie was sassy af. don’t mess with charlie, cj, ever.

y’know sam has really grown on me. I never thought I would love him so much. but I do. precious marshmallow.

wait, but the pancreas doesn’t produce HCl. the stomach does. I really hope Abbey was sarcastic, bc otherwise it’s a pretty big mistake made by the writers. and I hope jed “see, they can’t take medical school from you” bartlet was sarcastic too. pls god.

yep, amy is still annoying.

I have a bad feeling about this ep. stirred. alcohol. leo. I don’t wike it.

jed and leo’s bromance is one of the best things in this show.

OH MY GOD. JOSH DID THE THING FOR DONNA. HE SAID HE WON’T BUT HE DID. DONNA, YOU PRECIOUS SNOWFLAKE, YOUR HAPPINESS MAKES ME CRY TEARS OF JOY. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SWEET CHILD.

guys, Ritchie is Donald J. Trump. it’s so obvious. I cannnot believe this tv show, this season, aired 14 years ago.

jed to cj: you are part of my family. HELL YES. SHE IS. I LOVE THEM.

OH MY GOD. CJ BE SAFE FOR GOD’S SAKE.

donovan just showed up and I already ship him with cj.

okay I ship cj and donovan so much. don’t get me wrong, I love danny, but these two, right now, are RUINING ME. PERFECT.

*during the whole negative ad/tape thing*:

bruno: sam don’t talk to Kahn

sam: I’m going to talk to him

bruno: sam no

sam: sam yes

*sam does the thing* *shit’s going down*

bruno: ???????????

ANOTHER DEATH TREATH??? THEY SAW CJ IN THE MALL??? okay, it must’ve been the guy in the coat. I have a very bad feeling about this whole arc. ladjklasjdlasjdla

aaaand I still don’t like amy, at all.

I looove the chemistry between cj and donovan aljdslkdjals.

I LIKE THAT YOU’RE TALL. OMG CJ IS SUCH A DORK GIVE ME A BREAK.

jed bartlet: true or false, josh? my life would be better right now if you and your girlfriend swapt jobs? HE’S SAVAGE AF. OMG.

THEY ALMOST KISSED. CJ AND DONOVAN ALMOST KISSED. ALFJKASLJFLASJFA I NEED A KISSSSSS.

season 3 finale here I come.

it’s been a season and I don’t even know how does ritchie look like??? I’m curious. also I have a bad feeling about this whole assassination thing.

AND SIMON AND CJ KISSED THANKS GOD. THANK YOU.

okay simon just went into a store and I have a super bad feeling about it. ugggggh.

FRAAAAAAAACK THEY KILLED HIM. OMG OMG OMG LAFJKSLAKJDSFLASJF FRACK FRACK THIS FRACK. NO NOT HALLELUJAH NO GOD I’M CRYING NO THIS HURTS OMG I CAN’T

I’m so sad. he deserved better. cj deserved better I just.

AMY ADAMSSSSSSSS. WOW.

josh, donna and toby on a field trip. how cute.

mallory is so beautiful.

[AOS IS RENEWED. it’s not tww related but OMG I’M SO HAPPY. YYAAAAAAASSSSS. (and I still haven’t seen a single ep since 4x16 and I managed to avoid spoilers too. cannot wait to be back on tumblr and make philinda fanvids and aos stuff again. a little more than two months to go.)]

baby coulson on the west wing???? so freakin cute.

no, don’t talk to amy, josh, continue talking to donna. pls. can’t his relationship with amy end pls????

I WOULD VOUCH FOR DONNA WITH MY LIFE.

oh donna, my sweet potato. nicely played. josh, you deserved that prank.

wait, andy’s pregnant??? and toby’s the father??? I’m confused. aren’t they divorced or what?

OH MY GOD THEY PRANKED POOR TOBY. THIS SCENE WAS HILARIOUS. CRISIS OF CONFIDENCE. GENIUS.

jed just said to toby: “you, you big bear. come to me, I’m gonna kiss you right on the mouth.” I swear this is a really serious show. a political drama. pffffffff toby’s face is priceless. probably one of my fave scenes so far.

also pls abbey show up.  I miss you.

yay, joshua malina.

GAME ON BOYFRIEND AND SHE CUTS OFF HIS TIE. ABBEY IS A PHENOMENON. second fave scene. this show is epic you guys. cj fell through the door. as I said, a really serious show dealing with serious and important issues. THESE DORKS I SWEAR. and now jed slapt abbey’s butt. this ep is too much.

TOBY PRANKED JOSH. I LOVE THESE IDIOTS SO SO MUCH.

oh no, frack, his hand started shaking. and he needs an aspirin. I have a very very bad feeling about this.  he’s going to get worse. and so the angst begins.

I wish donna would leave this jack guy alone. I don’t like him.

poor jed and abbey, they’ve been interrupted like 10 times now. first sam, then leo and now toby. lmao

it’s so good seeing leo being happy and smiling.                

okay but josh told jack a bunch of crazy stuff about donna, bc he legit doesn’t want him to go out with her. this dumb dork I swear.

I love cj’s new haircut.

THOSE STORIES WOULD MAKE ME LIKE YOU. JOOOOOOSSSSSSSHHHHH WTH???? OMG I think this is the moment josh started to look differently at donna. THIS IS THE EXACT MOMENT HE STARTED DEVELOPING DEEPER FEELINGS FOR HER.

DAAAAANNNNNYYYYYYY’S BACK OMG DANNY IS BACK AND HE’S SANTA AND HE KISSED HER OMG OMG

zoey and charlie broke up?? how did I miss that?? or did it happen off screen???

danny is back and so is trouble.

the sexual tension between donna and josh intensifies aldjskjdalsjdlajdla. “Donna left?” his face. IT’S STARTING YOU GUYS. I CAN’T HANDLE IT ALFJSLDJASALFJALSKFAL

so I guess cj and danny aren’t together together.

my heart breaks for cj. seeing her dad like this. he doesn’t recognize her. *sigh* be strong cj, my sweet sass queen, be strong.i’ve been in cj shoes. my grandpa was ill too. and let me tell you, it’s so heartbreaking. he was clever as well, we couldn’t pursue him to go to a facilty, to get help. he was so stubborn too. it still hurts. but in the end, he accepted the help we offered him. he didn’t recognize us. he was so kind to us, but had no idea who we were. it was heartbreaking.

JOSH BEING JELAOUS IS ONE OF THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THINGS TO WITNESS. EVER.

the guys just showed up at donna’s place. this scene is pure gold.

“YOU LOOK AMAZING”GUYS I’M DONE. I’M SO DONE. THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER. I ADORED THEM BEFORE, BUT NOW THEY’VE BECOME THE GREATEST, PUREST AND MOST PERFECT OTP OF ALL TIME FOR ME. I’M IN SO DEEP. I CAN’T HANDLE THIS AFJSAKLFJALSFJALSKJFLASJ

Will, you precious dumb child.

sam: “hey everyone this is one of my best friends, this is donna moss” THEIR BROTP THO.

I’m gonna miss sam.

I really really wanted to see these dumb kids playing poker again. they haven’t done that since season 1. they’re adorable.

IT’S CHANDLER. CHANDLER BING IS ON THE WEST WING. THIS WILL BE AWESOMEEEEE.

listen guys, chandler is one of my all time fave characters and josh lyman is one of my all time fave characters and seeing matthew on the west wing is like a dream come true. is it just me, or does matthew perry’s voice sound a lot different, compared to his chandler voice???

OH SHIT SOMEBODY’S SHOOTING????WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?????

JOSH WAS WORRIED ABOUT DONNA. THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER I CAAAAAN’T HANDLE I CAN’T ALFJASKLFJLASKFJLASF THESE TWO RUINED ME

I wish charlie and zoey would get bet together again.

hoynes resigning??? wth happened????

jed to toby: “come on, give us a kiss.” this is the second time he said that to him lmao

DANNNYYYYYY’S BACK. I GET SO EXCITED WHENEVER HE’S BACK. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

I want toby to be happy. pls andy marry him and live happily together in your dream house.

omg he’s proposing omg. oh crap, why is she saying no??? my heart breaks for toby. look, I know he’s not the easiest person to be with and share a life with but still. he has such a big heart. this is truly heartbreaking.

YOU’RE  JUST TOO SAD FOR ME, TOBY. OH MY GOD. I CAN’T.

I just laughed out loud. ABBEY’S NEW HAIRCUT??? WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL??? I’m sorry, but it looks horrible. omg i can’t stop laughing. I can’t take her seriously. abbey, sweet unicorn, what did you do with your hair and most importantly, why???????????

zoey’s going to a party. this won’t end well. I hate jean paul so so much.

ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH JOSH???? OMGGGGG AMY.

ALDJSALKDHALSHDAL WHAT IS THIS EPISODE EVEN???? ZOEY’S MISSING??? DONNA IS IN LOVE WITH JOSH????? I’M JUST LIKE ??????!111/??!??!?!?!?!?!?!

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toby has 2 kids now. I might cry. MAZEL TOV, TOBY.

great now his MS is getting worse. SHIT’S GOING DOWN THIS SHOW IS THE BEST AND THE WORST.

I don’t think I’ve ever said it, but I love margaret so much.        

the amount of shit going down in this ep is simply too much to handle.

Glenallen Walken creeps me out. he reminds me of jabba the hut.

it breaks my heart, seeing the bartlets being so desperate and sad

it’s so good to see, that ellie is so supportive of her father.

this ep gave me chills (5x1).

this arc is so painful.

THEY’VE FOUND HER THANKS GOD

amy still annoys me so much. I gotta check which ep will be her last. according to imdb, two more eps and she’s gone for 2 years. yesssssssssssssssssssss

and now josh’s kissing her. WHY???? JOSH, SON, PLS STOP IT.

I liked cj’s old haircut more tbh.

josh meeting the moss family. about time lmao.

cj lived together for 6 months with a guy named Ben???? what???

leo’s slowly becoming a b*tch.

donna is so beautiful.

I’d love to see jed being more presidential I guess. and leo can stop being so rude to everyone.

I feel so sorry for josh. LET ME LOVE YOU, YOU DUMB CHILD.

YES CJ. YES MY LOVE. YOU’RE THE MORAL COMPASS. YES. “I NEED YOU BACK. I NEED YOU TO LEAD.” YES, CJ, YES, THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT I WANT JED TO DO.

abbey asked jed to not come to new hampshire. OMG. FIX THIS PLS. I NEED THEM BACK TOGETHER. THIS IS SO MESSED UP I HATE IT.

LEO CALLED ABBEY. SHE’S THE REAL BOSS. OMG THIS IS GOING TO BE EPIC.

it’s so good seeing jed being badass and making the tough calls. I’ve missed that.

josh bought donna a christmas gift. I’m having season 1 vibes aldjsakdjal and now she’s disappointed. but he was joking OMG THESE TWO ARE RUINING ME I CAN’T. also I need to know what the gift was.

where is ginger???

I love donna so so much.

I really don’t know where are the writers going with this rina/toby plotline.

I miss sam, danny, ginger, bruno. I miss the earlier seasons. idk something feels off. I still enjoy the show, but something’s a bit off.

okay but why is cj seeing this ben guy??? aren’t her and danny dating? or are they just that casual about it???

as I said before, tww is a very serious show, and the muppets just happen to show up at the white house. I can’t even.