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leviathanlazarus · 1 year ago

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Reaching for Stardust - Part XII

Read Looking for Space here / Playlists / Read RFS on Wattpad

Word Count: ~3k

Warnings: none

A/N: I'm so sorry for the delay. I've been really sick for the past week with no end in sight and have been pretty useless as a result. I didn't want to fall behind in writing, but I also shouldn't leave this hanging any longer. Hope y'all are still enjoying <3

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“We’re really cramming a ton of stuff into just a few months,” I said to Josh as he packed an overnight bag for another Detroit trip. “Halloween, these bachelor and bachelorette parties, Thanksgiving, Danny’s birthday, Christmas, bridal party, New Years, our wedding. When will it end?” Halloween had passed–blissfully, thankfully. We’d all gotten together for an old-school costume party which, thankfully, Kirsti had hosted. I’d been grateful to feel young again though my sister wasn’t much older than I was. Still, her friends were all the “real” adults I’d imagined myself being when I was a child, with big-people jobs, their own houses, new cars, kids and spouses. At least I was soon going to check one of those things off the list and Josh had his big-person job already.

“Well, my love, it will never end,” Josh told me while he folded a pair of pants. “Life is a series of wonderful adventures, holidays and surprises.”

“It’s a lot,” I replied.

Josh looked at me and frowned a little. “Are you stressed? This is supposed to be a fun night for you. I want you to have fun.”

“No, no, I’m excited,” I insisted, which was the earnest truth. “A chill sleepover with the girls is honestly just what I want. I can’t even remember the last time any of us did that.”

The frown turned to a smile. “Are you going to gossip about all of us?”

“Yes, absolutely.”

The smile grew even brighter, Josh’s entire face lighting up. No matter the season, no matter how dark the sky became, he always had such a beautiful glow about him. “Good. What are you going to eat?”

“Junk food. Lots of it,” I said, reaching for a shirt that was lying on the bed to fold myself. “No bar food for us.”

“I already know I’m going to–” Josh paused, looking up as he waved his hand around, searching for a word. “Expand by the time our wedding arrives. Maybe that’s the real problem with all these excursions one after the other.”

“You’d look hot with a few extra pounds,” I assured him. “Don’t worry about it. But I really have to worry about fitting into that dress.”

“No worries for either of us. Not about that.” Josh waved his hand again flippantly, resuming packing his bag. “Unimportant.”

I sat down on the bed to watch him. “Fair enough. Not gonna worry about it,” I said, though the thought of abruptly not fitting into my wedding dress filled me with enough dread to promise myself that I’d take it easy on the Doritos and Little Debbie cakes later.

Josh, Jake, Sam and Danny commenced their bar crawl that night while I drove myself over to Jane’s to meet her, Bev and Kirsti for our sleepover. After I dropped my bag in the living room, I went into Jane’s cozy kitchen and saw that she’d taken a page from Jake’s book–instead of the bags and boxes of junk and comfort food lazily peppered around, she’d laid everything out in a contrasting, elegant way.

“You are so cute,” I said, eyeing the Ho-Hos and Zebra Cakes that had been unwrapped and plated in an alternating pattern on a funky black and white curved platter.

“Thank you,” Jane said with a smile, handing Bev a bag of pizza rolls, then she gave an exaggerated bow. “And welcome to your bachelorette party on a budget. It can still be kind of fancy, I think.”

Bev scooted past her to turn on the oven. “So we’ve got pizza rolls, mac and cheese bites which I’m gonna do in the air fryer, mozzarella sticks and Bagel Bites.” She gave me a mock-exasperated look. “Put on the sweatpants, girlies.”

I opened the freezer to peek. “Wow, two types of pizza snacks indeed. We really are living large tonight.”

“Where’s your sister?” Jane asked, unraveling champagne glasses from tissue paper. “She’s bringing the booze, right?”

“Jane, you didn’t need to buy those,” I said. “I’m pretty sure Kirsti could have brought glasses along with the champagne. So, yeah, she’s in charge of alcohol.”

Kirsti showed up right as the pizza rolls were coming out of the oven, coming to the rescue with two bottles of champagne, three bottles of wine and a 24-rack of seltzers. I laughed incredulously at her haul that was fit for maybe more like a sorority party.

“Well, it’s a party,” my sister stressed, handing off the huge box of seltzers to me. “And based on the amount of alcohol that was consumed during my Halloween party, I thought it was necessary.”

“Kirsti, you literally forced us all to do shots,” Bev noted, an amused smile on her face while she watched Kirsti unload all the alcohol into the fridge, minus the two bottles of champagne which she kept on the counter.

“Forced. Right,” Kirsti replied with a little scoff, shaking her head. “No, it’s totally fine. None of you threw up. That’s all I can ask for.”

I leaned back against the wall, crossing my arms, trying to rifle through memories. “Didn’t your coworker Ben throw up on the porch?”

Kirsti laughed. “He’s such an idiot.”

“We know the type,” Bev chirped.

We eventually all settled onto the floor of Jane’s living room, which she’d covered with various throw blankets and pillows, with our glasses of champagne. Each of the girls had given me a separate toast–Kirsti had a long one, full of nothing but well wishes for Josh and I and one that I figured was a practice for her maid of honor speech. Bev tossed in her trademark humor and wit with her heartwarming adoration, of course reminding all of us of the troubled beginning Josh and I had had thanks to my own stubbornness. Jane’s might have been the sweetest of all though because her intrinsic sweetness rolled through every word and facial expression, a gentle light in her eyes while she spoke. All of it almost made me cry, but the tears subsided when Bev suddenly showered me with penis-shaped confetti.

“Congratulations, beautiful bride!” she said with a boisterous laugh, leaving me perplexed in the phallus-rain.

“This–” I began, holding a palmful of it. “Where did you even get this? Do we have a sex shop here I’m unaware of?”

“I ordered it,” Bev told me with a smirk. “I ordered many things.”

“She even ordered–” Jane began, then Bev held a hand out to stop her.

“No! Don’t spoil the rest of the surprises,” she warned, then clinked my glass with hers. “Cheers, babe. I promise I won’t pull any of this shit at the wedding.”

“Appreciate it,” I told her. I was wondering what Josh and the boys were doing and hoping Sam hadn’t mirrored Bev’s actions with pussy confetti, but it seemed probable, especially if they’d spent even a minute talking since my birthday night.

The evening progressed easily with laidback drinking and fun, lighthearted games. But when we all started to get more and more tipsy, Bev proposed we play a “lie detector” game, which involved two of us taking turns facing one another, one asking a question and having to determine if the other’s answer was actually true. As the bride-to-be, I got in the hot seat first with Bev facing me, a devilish grin on her lips while she swirled the wine in her glass.

The nervous smirk on my own face was involuntary. “Do your worst,” I told her before taking a sip of my seltzer.

“Okay,” Bev said slowly, looking up to the ceiling for a moment before she looked into my eyes, daring and definitely drunker than I was. “Did you think about breaking up with Josh when he told you about the SCAD interview?”

“Not for a second,” was my instant answer, the absolute truth. Bev’s nod solidified that.

“Yeah, I believe it,” she said, then brought the glass to her lips again. “Guess I gotta drink. I should’ve thought of something better.”

It was my turn with Jane next and there was one thing I was quite curious about, given how reserved she often was and how I’d seen the crush on Jake bloom in real time. “Did you really not sleep with Jake the night of my birthday?”

She laughed a little. “I really didn’t. We made out and stuff, but–”

“And stuff,” Bev echoed with a laugh of her own.

“I believe her,” I announced, taking a drink. “How’s anyone supposed to get an answer that’s actually a lie? I feel like we all know each other too well for that or we’re just not being mean enough or something.”

“It has to be really embarrassing,” Kirsti said. “And now I’m up.”

Bev was up against her, sitting cross-legged on a square pillow. Kirsti being in the hot seat did make me a little nervous. We hadn’t had a true heart to heart in a while–it was Josh who I shared everything with, who I always went to first about everything even if it was painful. Especially if it was painful, actually. And when Bev asked if Kirsti was upset about her younger sister getting married first, her face didn’t match her answer at all.

The room became silent, tense and awkward. Bev looked at me sheepishly, bringing the wine glass closer to her body as if she could hide behind it. “Oh. Well–”

“It’s okay,” I said, but was it? My sister was entitled to her feelings and I thought I could understand, but I wish I’d talked to her about all of this so much more deeply before we got here. I didn’t want her to feel slighted by the universe or jealous of me or lesser than or anything negative at all. Suddenly my mind was spinning, and not from the alcohol.

“I think we all imagine our lives working out differently than they actually end up,” Kirsti said, far more sober and able to speak distinctly than the rest of us. Except my buzz felt abruptly yanked into the atmosphere, leaving me drained with no good reason.

“We’re all single and hot,” Bev said. “Nothing wrong with that.”

“No, of course not,” Kirsti said. She laughed softly and the familiar sound eased my fears a bit. “I’m just starting to feel really old.”

“You’re not,” Jane offered, always one of the most genuine, kind people out there no matter what level of intoxication she was at. “None of us are and you know what? I think we’re all gonna find our perfect matches one day even if it takes a little longer.”

I was still quiet, trying to process as best I could with so much champagne, wine and hard seltzer in my system. Kirsti turned to me: “Seriously, it’s not a big deal. It’s not any deal. It just got me thinking.”

“It’s okay, really,” I said again, because it was. “I’d probably feel the same if I were you.”

We all moved past it easily enough, diving back into games, drinks and snacks until I felt stuffed to the gills. But I also felt like a cloud hung over the rest of the night, right over Kirsti and I. Why hadn’t I even considered her feelings about this until Bev asked? Why hadn’t we really talked? The kicker was, of course, that I was just bursting with a need to tell Josh all about this when I should have been talking to her. So when Bev and Jane crowded the bathroom to get ready for bed, I sat back down with my sister in the living room.

“I hate that you’ve been feeling this way,” I told her. “And I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you about it before. I feel like I’ve done nothing but talk about myself and the wedding for so long now and that’s gotta be annoying as fuck.”

“It’s not annoying. This is what happens,” Kirsti assured me. “If it’s ever my turn, it’ll be the same thing.”

I shifted on the couch, still feeling like I couldn’t find the right words. “We’ve been drifting apart more and more. Suddenly I see that and I don’t like it.”

Kirsti’s expression hardened into protection mode: “Well, when I learned Josh wanted to take you away to a completely different state, I didn’t like that.”

I sighed. “Me either.”

“Listen–everything’s been building up to this thing. The wedding. That’s what’s supposed to happen. That’s what you want to happen, right?”

“Yeah.”

Kirsti leaned back against the arm of the couch. “So don’t worry about me. I’m a little jealous, that’s all. I feel like I’ve gotten nowhere in my own love life, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t either. It’s not like, the 1800s or whatever when the oldest has to get married first.”

“I know. But yeah, I get it,” I told her, suddenly exhausted and wishing we could rewind, just go back to the fun, silly games and forget we ever drifted apart at all. “It’s a lot for everyone to deal with, I think. But I really need you there, okay? I can’t do this without you.”

That got a little smile. It was what I needed. “You could. All you need is Josh.”

I shook my head. “Not true. I need all of you guys. Always. Forever.”

Bev appeared, carrying that tray of mini, pre-packaged cakes. “You did say something about a commune before. Maybe we should go for it.”

“Josh would love that,” I said, my mind meandering back to my beloved boy. “At this point, I’m very open to it. We could all be one big, happy family.”

Jane came into the room and sat down on the floor below me. “They’re definitely drunk right now,” she said, holding her phone out to show me a text from Jake, which was just a picture, no text to provide any concrete context. It was him and Sam looming over the camera, Jake so close you could only see the top half of his face, Sam grinning next to him and holding a beer. It was adorable. I loved it. I could see that she did, too.

Kirsti clapped her hands together and stood up. “Okay, let’s get this party going again. I didn’t mean to bring anyone down.” She pointed dramatically at each one of us, so lively, as if the alcohol had hit her out of nowhere. “I love all of you and this wedding is going to be amazing and no one is going to sleep yet..”

I pulled out my own phone to see if Josh had texted me and indeed he had. He had sent me a picture of him and Danny, Danny’s arm slung over his shoulders as Josh slumped over a counter, a tall cocktail in front of his face. How lucky, I thought, to have found such magical, silly, wonderful people to share life with.

When the rest of the surprises commenced, I was reminded again of that luck, drunk and growing more and more flushed and bewildered with each stupid but potentially useful gift I’d been given by my friends.

I dangled up a pair of fuzzy handcuffs that Jane had given to me, wrapped up so nicely in a sophisticated cream-colored box complete with a bow. “Really?”

“Oh come on. I feel like you guys would be into that,” she said, giggling, then addressed the other two girls. “Am I wrong?”

“Nah, not wrong,” Bev chimed in, pouring herself more wine. “Josh definitely seems like a bit of a sub.” I was not sober enough to pull up my defenses, and my silent and red-faced answer was testament to that. Bev started to laugh, pointing at me: “See! I’m totally right. Shit, you gotta give us some details now.”

I dropped the cuffs back into the box and placed the lid on top. “No, no details. You guys don’t deserve it.” As the noise of protest chimed around me, I ignored it and reached for a small pink bag. “This one better be good,” I said and, really, it was–a bottle of edible body oil and a bottle of peach-flavored lube.

“There’s no excuse not to use those,” Kirsti said, trying to stifle laughter behind her drink, and I turned to stare at her, open-mouthed with so much surprise that my own older sister could be so raunchy like Bev and Jane. She let out a real laugh then. “Don’t look at me like that! You told me Josh just loves when you give him massages.”

Bev and Jane both broke out into laughter; I dropped the bottles back into the bag. “Okay, yes, he does,” I admitted. “His shoulders get tight, you know.” That just elicited more laughter so I moved onto the next bag, quickly revealing a pair of nipple clamps. I stared at them for a moment before covering my face with my hand, sighing heavily. “Ladies–are you serious?”

“I’m telling ya,” Bev said, leaning into Jane hard, gesturing to me with a very drunk hand that was holding that diabolical glass of wine. “Sub vibes. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“We like it both ways,” I grumbled but when Bev looked way too satisfied with that not entirely accurate answer, I corrected myself. “No one is a sub or a dom! Jeez.” I huffed, shaking my head. “But you know what? I’m gonna ask Josh to try these for real.”

“He’s got a nice rack,” Kirsti said casually and with a little shrug.

Jane tilted her head and nodded in agreement; Bev raised her eyebrows at me, smirking: “See? I was right.”

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lets-talk-spirituality · 2 years ago

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Heyy !!! Can u plz tell me anything about my sm/future spouse and also a channeled message from them

Thanks youu

I’ll see what comes up from spirit.

I’m seeing lush green, waterfalls, the sound of running water, water to cleanse away all the stress of the day, somewhere peaceful, wood cabin, smells of oak, it’s so lush it has to be spring or summertime, I see a picnic, red checkered cloth, wooden basket, some light conversation and laughter, wine and cheese, watching the waterfall with awe

Soulmate message:

I love it here, reminds me where I grew up, maybe one day I’ll take you there, it’s the simple things in life that makes it worth living (I see an orange butterfly fluttering by and they are looking at it, big nature lover, bird chirping) Like this moment. There’s war and the earth is being slowly destroyed but not in this moment, in this moment I’m with someone I love looking at the beauty of the world and feeling grateful to be alive. Maybe if more people could find this energy, the world would be a better place, I’m not sure, I don’t want to go down that thought process (seems upsetting stormy, they really feel effected by the collective as a whole, flannel, lumberjack maybe?) there’s not much going on with me, I’d rather stay in this moment than focus on other thoughts. Let’s just stay here in the peace, the world can turn without us for awhile (escapism)

I feel like your soulmate is urging you to enjoy life more and not let the stuff happening interfere with your own joy and peace, find a way to embrace your life despite everything else.

Card Pull— Work Your Light Oracle

Dance With Life—do something to change your energy

I feel like this card is reiterating what your soulmate said about needing to refocus your energy on positive things within your control. Learn how to dance with life despite the horrible things. That’s the best thing you can do for the planet, it’s not worrying or living in fear, it’s finding joy despite the pain and darkness around you.

Break the chain— ancestral patterns, healing, rewriting the future

You learning to be joyful is not choosing ignorance or overlooking the reality of the world, but it’s actually part of helping heal the planet, it’s part of breaking our collective chains, and it helps us collectively rewrite the future.

Find a way to dance more! Hope this helps or resonates.

#channeled message

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writertitan · 4 years ago

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have you eve done the fluff alphabet before? They can be kind of long but I'd love to hear your thoughts on Levi!

this is so cute, i’ve never done a fluff alphabet! this is the one i’ve seen go around by @snk-warriors (so cute thank u for sharing)

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

I think Levi is the type of partner who starts up a new hobby with a partner as a way of bonding with them. Like, the two of you just get super into candle-making together lmao. I think he’d want to spend most of his free time with his partner, even if it’s just in comfortable silence. He really appreciates feeling safe with his person and relishes in the mundane.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

I’ll say it before and I’ll say it again. Levi doesn’t really have a physical type. He really pays attention to people’s character first. He would really admire how his partner is constantly trying to be their best self, and admires their strength, and he thinks it’s beautiful that they can see the good in life, because it helps him see the good in life too. He would absolutely love the most random parts of your body, though. Maybe it’s your cheekbones, maybe it’s the shape of your hands. Something that he thinks is so unique to you.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Levi is not a man of many words a lot of the time, but he is a man of action. If his partner is feeling down in any way, he’s there physically to help you through it. Over time, he makes little mental notes of what seems to help and what doesn’t, so that he can continue doing the things that help you and stop doing the things that don’t. If you prefer just being held for a while, no talking, he catches on quickly and offers himself up. If you need to talk, he listens and makes sure you know you’re the only thing in the world he’s paying attention to at that moment. He’ll know how you’ve calmed yourself down in the past, before he was in the picture, and takes up that ritual himself. Did you make yourself some mac and cheese to cheer yourself up in the past? He knows the recipe now, too. Very action-based man.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Levi, especially canon Levi, has trouble envisioning any sort of long-term future for himself. He’s just living his life one day at a time and pushing through. However, with a partner in his life, he indulges himself with little visions of the future. Things like marriage, children, are blurry wishes to him tbh, not out of the question but things that he won’t allow himself to indulge in. They’re kind of a given if you’re serious, and that’s enough to satisfy him. But near-future things are things he often thinks about. He wants to live with his partner, wants to think about how they’ll spend their next anniversary, he often thinks about what you both will be doing together for the holidays. Those futures comfort him immensely.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I think it is actually rather equal with Levi. He has so much baggage of his own, that a partner willing to share the load would make him feel really safe. But, I think he’d subconsciously be more of the dominant figure. He dedicates himself to his loved ones, and would do anything for them, and his partner would feel that tenfold.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Levi definitely is an, “I’m too old for this shit” type of guy when it comes to fights with his partner lmfao. He’s not about the dramatics of fighting. I don’t think he’d really ever yell at his partner or vice versa. The fights would have a snarky energy - I can see him snapping at his partner sometimes, or making an infamous sarcastic remark when he’s irritated - but Levi would honestly rather just discuss the problem bluntly and get it out of the way. But my god, the man wouldn’t back down until it was all cleared up.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

SO GRATEFUL. I think Levi would be so thankful to have his partner in his life. He knows he’s a tough nut to crack, so having someone finally get through to him is scary but wonderful. He sees everything you do for him and I think he’d honestly be so emotional about even the littlest things, because he’s so used to taking care of everyone else. It’s almost uncomfortable for him to know that someone is unconditionally loving him, but he’s grateful he has that love. Never takes it for granted.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Per the above, Levi is a tough nut to crack, and I think it would take a really, really long time to fully open him up. Like, a really long time. Honestly, he may not ever completely open up about his past because it can be so dark, but that doesn’t mean that he would actively keep secrets from you. If anything, his partner would know him the best out of everyone. While he may keep some stuff about his past in the dark, everything else is no secret. He’ll tell you about his day, about what’s going on with his friends, all that good stuff.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

I think Levi with a partner would be a little softer, and a little more optimistic. I also think a big thing that Levi would change would be his ability to compromise (because I think it’s hard for him to compromise). He’d definitely be a lot happier and kinder to himself with a partner around. And, in private, he’d allow himself to be more vulnerable and actually show his emotions. Levi is a pretty level-headed person as well, and I think he would pass that trait on to his partner.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Levi is not a jealous person, but he’s very protective of his partner!! This is the hill I die on!!! He is always looking out for you, so if someone does hit on you, he watches to see how you react. If it’s funny to you, it’s funny to him, but if it’s creepy to you, then he’s already cracking his knuckles.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

I don’t want to roast this lovely man but I don’t think he’d be a great kisser at first LMAO. He’s so not used to being loved. Levi is touch-starved, confirmed on Tanny’s blog. I think the first kiss is okay at best, definitely awkward, and Levi definitely doesn’t really know what to do. He’s a quick learner, though. He’s a good kisser in no time, after learning how you like to be kissed, and after finally getting him to believe it’s okay to be affectionate.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

I picture it as word vomit (Levi’s version of word vomit tho, which is like, a couple of sentences). He’d confess his feelings for you once he just can’t physically keep the words in anymore. He’d definitely fight against it for a while but then the word vomit happens. I think, specifically, his first “I love you” would be quite intimate and very quiet, just a whisper in your ear when he finally realizes it. Realizing he loves you would be much easier for him than realizing he has feelings for you, so he wouldn’t even hesitate with saying it first, the sweet boi.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

I don’t think Levi had ever considered marriage before meeting you. But after meeting you, that would likely change if you wanted to get married. He’d want to spend his life with his partner, and whether that means marriage or not, it doesn’t quite matter to him. Just the promise of being together is good enough for him. If the two of you do decide to get married, it’s no frills. Tbh, there’s no elaborate proposal from Levi, but he makes sure that he formally asks you and that it’s special to the two of you. Maybe he’d ask you at the place you first met/kissed/etc. The marriage itself would be just as lovely and peaceful as the relationship with him beforehand. Not much changes, except both you and Levi acknowledge there’s an added commitment as spouses. I think both of you would really cherish your new titles as spouses.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Levi doesn’t strike me as the type to give their S/O nicknames like babe, baby, etc. but I’m sure he’d have a specific nickname that only he uses for you. Other than that, just calling his partner by their name is enough.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Levi’s quite the stoic man, so while he presents that way to the rest of the world, his loved ones can actually see the difference between an “in love” Levi vs. a “not in love” Levi. It’s not that it’s a huge difference, he’s just softer somehow, and there’s more peace within his eyes, and he even smiles more. Levi’s not a huge fan of PDA, so he’s not prone to showing a lot of affection in front of others. In private, it’s a different story. Once he gets comfortable with affection, he’s more receptive and more giving. In front of others, he’s more comfortable holding hands or putting his hand on your back. He may not be a fan of PDA, but his eyes are on you frequently, and anyone who catches him looking at you can see how much he loves his partner.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Like I said above, not a fan of PDA. Doesn’t mean Levi’s secretive about his relationship at all. He’s proud to have his partner and proud to talk about his partner when the topic comes up. He’d be quite shy/uncomfortable kissing in front of others. Maybe not a fan of kisses on the lips, but he’d be more okay with forehead kisses, cheek kisses, etc.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Levi is so protective over his partner don’t @ me, and it just also means he’s naturally more attentive. He’d notice if your mood changes, he’d notice if something was “off” with you, he’d definitely remember you mentioning wanting something in passing and then gift it for your birthday/Christmas/a random Tuesday like MONTHS later. Memory of an elephant and more tuned into emotions than people give him credit for.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Again, not overtly romantic. Levi is a straightforward person, very practical, and very simple. But he’d give his partner the moon if he could. He believes in making things special, though, so I think he would actually put some thought/creativity in romantic actions rather than going for something cliché.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Oh absolutely. Levi is so supportive of his S/O and is happy to help with achieving any goal. He truly believes you can do whatever you put your mind to. You could lean on Levi for help with anything. He’s not one to make fun of your dreams. He’d just give his best advice and help you get a move on.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Levi definitely prefers routine. He’s a simple man with simple pleasures, and his whole life has been quite unpredictable, so he really loves the simple things in your relationship. Loves your morning routine, your night routine, loves weekly date nights. Of course, he’d enjoy trying new things with his partner, but he legitimately can’t get enough of what other might see as “mundane” parts of a relationship, because he thought he’d never get to experience that.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Levi knows his S/O like the back of his hand. He wants to know everything about them but is also respectful if it takes time for you to open up. He can be empathetic, but it takes time for him to get there tbh. He would be uncomfortable with blatant emotional conversations at first, just give him time. He just wants you to be comfortable with him at the end of the day and vice versa.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Levi’s S/O is so goddamn lucky tbh. He would never, ever take his partner for granted. He’s slow to get the hang of a serious relationship, that’s true, but he’s always trying his hardest to make the relationship be as good as it is. The best part is that Levi doesn’t lose himself in a relationship, however. He values his partner and prioritizes them, but you’d never catch yourself in a codependent relationship with this man. He wants you to be your own person and he wants that for himself, too. You’re one of his most important relationships, if not the most important one, but he understands that you are your own person and he is his own person.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Levi wears a ring with your initials carved on the inside.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

In public, again, not the most blatantly affectionate. In private, he’s more into it. He loves having his arms around you or vice versa. He just likes having the warmth of his partner there, doesn’t need to be something very sexual or very physical.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Levi would be more irritable if he’s without his S/O for some time imo. Have a week long trip you have to go on? He misses you more and more with each passing day, and he gets bitchier with each passing day. He does take it out on everyone else (poor fellas). If he’s not pissy, he’s otherwise quiet and just focuses on his own stuff until he sees you again.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Levi is extremely protective of his S/O and would literally put his life on the line for them. He’s kind of dramatic in that way, but he would rather suffer in your place any day. He would do anything for his partner.

#levi x reader #levi x y/n #levi headcanons #captain levi #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #aot #snk #levi hc #levi ackerman headcanons #levi ackerman hcs #aot hcs #aot headcanons #snk headcanons #snk hcs #sweet cherub anon

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The Tower: Family - 20

The Tower: Family An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1857

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of past child abuse

Synopsis: With new powers, Thor now living on Earth full time, a wedding to plan, and Natasha and Wanda expecting, a lot is changing for Elly and her large and rather unconventional family. When Elise’s parents try to reestablish connections, Elly questions what being a family actually means.

Chapter 20: The Road to Forgiveness

I organized to meet my mother for lunch a week later. Natasha, Wanda, and Thor came with me. There had been a very long discussion full of a lot of debate about who should come with me. If I’d let them they all would have, but I didn’t want the whole thing to be overwhelmed by them. Part of me had wanted to go alone, but then when it came down to it, I was still scared to be left alone with either of my parents. Besides, we were trying to keep the pregnancies out of the tabloids and if I was going to go out in public, I needed to take Natasha with me so they couldn’t see me.

Wanda came so that she could read my mother’s mind, to see if she was genuine in her attempts to shake off my father and start a new life and relationship with me. While, Thor was coming because he had that ability to both be a calming and relaxing influence, but also intimidating if need be.

We thought we’d grab lunch somewhere with a private dining room that we could just be free to talk without too many prying eyes. Then afterward we’d go shopping for baby clothes and maybe something for ourselves.

We were all well and truly showing now, and I did worry about how mom would take the news that all three of us were pregnant. Natasha wore a short, black maternity dress with knee-length black leggings underneath and a chain belt that sat above the baby bump that’s chain hung down her side. Wanda was in a long, flowing, off-the-shoulder, lace dress in cream with red flowers embroidered on the bust and around the hems. I was in a short black dress with a blue tartan skirt and a pair of black lace tights under it. Thor was in black jeans, a gray v-neck t-shirt, and his favorite red velvet jacket over it. When we suddenly appeared in front of the staff of the restaurant they almost jumped in shock. That shock was quickly replaced with a look of slight awe and definitely attraction as they looked Thor up and down.

Mom was already waiting for us when we were led into the private room. She was with my brother Ian and a small, slight woman around his age that I didn’t recognize but I assumed must be his wife because there were two kids there too - a girl who looked around eight years old and a boy around five.

Mom got to her feet and seemed to move forward like she was going to come and greet me with a hug, before stopping dead and looking me up and down. “Elise! You’re pregnant!”

“I am?” I said, looking down at myself. “Oh wow. I guess I am.”

She gave me that look moms are so good at. The ones that tell you that you’re not as funny as you think you are. To her credit, she didn’t press the issue.

“Congratulations,” she said. “And both of you too?”

Natasha gave a terse nod, while Wanda smiled. “That’s right,” she said.

“Mom, you met Wanda,” I say. “And this is Natasha and Thor.”

Thor offered her his hand. She seemed grateful to take it. “It’s nice to meet you,” you said.

Ian moved forward. “Hey, El,” he said. “This is my wife Rachel.” Despite not having touched either of the people that were related to me, I offered my hand to Rachel. She shook it and trembled a little as she did.

“So nice to meet you. Ian said you were his sister and I didn’t believe him,” she said.

“Well, we’ve not had a lot of contact over the last fifteen or so years,” I said.

“Oh, this is Josh and Hannah,” she said.

“Hello,” I said, though their attention was completely drawn to Thor. They stared up at him with their mouths open.

He crouched down and smiled warmly at them. “Hello, children,” he said. “How are you?”

“I hope you don’t mind us coming along too,” Ian said. “We came to visit mom and then your people set up the lunch…”

“It’s fine,” I assured him. “It’s good to see you. Let’s sit. I’d really like to get off my feet.”

We all sat down, the kids both choosing chairs on either side of Thor. A waiter took our drink orders and left us to decide what we would order.

“How are your kids? You have two right? I read that somewhere,” Rachel asked.

“Yes, we have twins. A boy and a girl. They’re in preschool right now,” I answered. While everyone else seemed to be relaxing a little more, Natasha seemed to be getting more wound up and I was wondering if it was a good idea to bring her. “They’re good.”

Wanda looked at Natasha and Natasha pursed her lips. I was pretty certain that Wanda was telling her off because as the rest of us looked over the menu and Thor spoke with the kids about what they wanted to order Natasha’s face got tenser and tenser until she sagged and let out a huff of breath.

The waiter brought our drinks out and took our orders. I ordered four cheese gnocchi but as soon as the waiter left I regretted it. I wasn’t sure how well I was going to be able to stomach such a heavy dish considering the circumstances. Thankfully Thor ordered four different entrees and three starters, and among them was a salad and bruschetta so if I needed to, I knew I’d be able to swap with him.

“How have things been going, mom?” I asked. “They told me you’ve settled here.”

“Yes,” Mom said. “It’s a big change. Originally I was just going to stay in Ohio with Amanda but then part of me worried that if I did that I’d end up just going back to him. And I wanted to show you I was serious and make it up to you. I missed so much and I know ... I know how I treated you - all of you really - was terrible. Making you think it was okay for him to treat us like that. Making you think that was the only way to have a life. I don’t want to make excuses but it was all I knew either. And now here you are… with this other way. Are you happy?”

I smiled a little and my eyes felt a slight prickle from tears forming. “Yeah, mom. I’m really happy. This is different, you’re right. And sometimes it’s not easy. But while most people see the difference as us all being together as a group rather than just paired off, what’s different to me is I feel safe, loved, and supported. Even during our worst time, I had people who loved and supported me there helping me get through it. I just… never felt that growing up. I was scared all the time and I couldn’t see any way that would ever end, because you kept telling me all the ways I had to act to get a good husband, but a good husband wasn’t a good man, it was a rich one.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I want to try and make it up to you,” mom said. “But I know I can’t. I just hope you’ll let us start from scratch.”

“That’s what I’m hoping for too,” I said.

“Is it true that you’re all married to each other?” Hannah asked.

“That’s right, young one,” Thor said. “In fact for a while, your Aunt was the Queen of Asgard.”

“Woah,” Hannah gasped. “Really? Why not anymore?”

“After we wed I gave up the throne to my sister. She is taking care of things now so I have time to be a husband and father,” Thor explained.

“Are you really all married? I mean… officially?” Mom asked, looking between the three of us.

“As you know, on Earth Elise is legally married to Tony,” Wanda explained. “We did that for a sense of security and to protect the children’s inheritance. But prior to that, we all participated in a ceremony known as bonding on Asgard.”

“Asgard is more forward-thinking than here,” Thor added. “They are all legally my spouses and count as Asgard royalty. They are all princes and princesses there. It is much deeper too. We are connected.”

The starter came out and I pinched one of Thor’s stuffed mushrooms and began to eat it with a piece of warm rye bread that was provided for the table. I definitely wasn’t as tense as I had been when I arrived but even still, the rich buttery stuffing on the mushroom sat like a brick inside me when I swallowed it.

“Can I ask something?” Mom said. “I don’t know if this is offensive or rude but… do you know who the fathers of the children are?”

I sighed and took a sip of my drink, wishing the sweet and acidic juice had the deep burn of alcohol to go with it. “They’re everyone’s mom. Just like I’m going to be mommy to the babies that Wanda and Nat are carrying.”

“No,” she said, a little flustered. “I know, but…”

I shook my head, interrupting her. “Look, I know it’s different, and maybe even hard for you to grasp because you did play favorites. But we don’t. Not with these kids. We do happen to know biology. Part of that was because of medical issues that might have arisen depending on whose biology was involved. But as far as how we act and how we treat the kids, they are loved equally by everyone as their own. Because they are. That is no one’s business but ours. And I want to make it clear, they could biologically have been anyone’s. We aren’t confused friends, mom. They’re my husbands and wives in every sense of the word.”

“Right,” she said. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” I said. “I do want you to feel okay around us. But… not if we have to fit some ideal you still have set in your head about how my life should be. It is how it is and if you want to meet the others and even the kids then you just have to be open to that difference.”

“Can we meet the other avengers?” Hannah asked.

“Perhaps someday,” Thor said. “I am sure your cousins would love to meet you too.”

“Thor,” Natasha warned, giving her head a tiny shake.

“Does that mean you’re our uncle?” Hannah asked.

A large smile broke out on Thor’s face. “Why yes it does,” he said.

“I’ve got a safer topic of discussion, and one Rachel and I can reciprocate,” Ian said. “How did you all meet and start seeing each other in the first place?”

“Oh, yes please,” Rachel added. “I would love to hear that.”

I smiled and looked at Natasha. “That we can do,” I said. “But it depends on how far back you want to go. Because it really starts way back in 1929…”

// NEXT

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onelastbreath-writes · 4 years ago

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I’ll Meet You There (Part 3)

Pairing: Marcus Moreno/ Wife!Reader (AFAB, no y/n)

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Talks about loss of spouse, loss of child, medical conditions/inaccuracies, grief/mourning, manipulation/brainwashing (subtext/implied, but we’ll get into it later *winkwink*)

Tags: Hurt/No comfort (for now), ANGST, eventual happy ending, one really sad man for whom I just keep making things worse, #sorrynotsorry, and now I’m just making stuff up as I go along

Summary(lite): You are Marcus’s wife, and you’re definitely not dead. No one is having a great time right now, but like hell if there's a force on this earth that’ll keep you apart forever. This is not a goodbye, its just a see you later. And the interim is going to be everyone else’s problem, you’ll make sure of it.

A/N: Hello dears, welcome back to my twisted mind story,,, guess who showed up like 2 weeks late with a smoothie! So things about this new chapter: I am a criminal with italics and someone needs to stop me, hello switching scenes and perspectives because I just want to fast forward to the good stuff but y’all don’t live in my head and don’t know all the stuff that happens to get us there so here we are taking the slow lane, and I keep brainstorming new and horrible things for my characters because I am A Lot, All The Time, and will not be stopped. Also hey, Marcus the Simp is here for you, so much. I hope this is acceptable to be a reader fic still, because I am giving you some serious personality traits... ehh, it is what it is. Tell me if you spot any of my various references, there’s a lot of ‘em. Thanks to everyone who has liked/reblogged/commented, y’all are gorgeous and I’m so grateful for the love <3 Drop me a message/ask if you want a secret about one of the characters (specify which one), I need an outlet for my endless b.t.s. plotting >;) Please enjoy p3!

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[Previous Part]

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There were more casseroles in his fridge that Marcus knew what to do with, and more sympathy and “thinking of you” cards stacked in piles around the house than he could count. He appreciated everyone’s gestures, but he could recognize the difference between people who were kind in the interest of helping others, and those who were kind only to help themselves. It was quite obvious which type were flooding his mailbox.

Hell, most of the people sending him cards, his fans, didn’t even know his wife, never spoke to her, didn’t feel the empty Her-shaped-space in their very souls. They just wanted the clout, the prestige, of being ‘involved’ and sympathetic to a grieving superhero. It was exhausting, but no one seemed to empathize with him on that.

The Heroics upper management, and the director specifically after his press conference and the publicity the attack had brought the organization, had insisted on Marcus taking an undetermined amount of leave from the team so he could “process and mourn his loss in the comfort of his own home.” Like he didn’t look around and see every piece of himself and his wife over the years; the Home they built for their family, filled with all the hopes and dreams of two starry eyed lovers ready to take on the world together. Like her absence wasn’t slowly killing him.

And it wasn’t like she was gone gone.

Dead.

She wasn’t dead.

No way in Hell.

Whether it was because she worked with superpowered people, her experience as a medical professional, or if she was just more paranoid than most, his wife was a planner, and she was prepared for this. “In the event of my death...," like she just knew it would be necessary.

Truthfully, she had schemes and contingencies and all manner of reactionary plans prepared for if (and when) the worst happened; terrified to be blindsided or caught unaware, unable to help those she would have been able to, if only if she had the time to think. Unpreparedness costs lives in both of their careers, and she refused to leave anything up to chance if possible. And so, she’d plan, and he’d listen.

All throughout their relationship, from before they’d even gotten serious enough to discuss marriage, to when they heard their unborn child’s heartbeat for the first time, and just on random weekday afternoons when they would take Missy for walks around the neighbourhood to show her the beauty in their lives, his wife would paint her theories and ideas like artwork. She’d tell him a story, full of action and mystery, humour and theatrics, tragic romance and harrowing adventure; she could spin a tale like she had a silver tongue, but she never lost herself in her own narratives. In the end, they were messages, lessons, for him to remember when everything was going wrong.

“It’s all about momentum, babe. Bleeding off energy and taking a bad hit instead of a fatal hit. You can’t just full stop; you’d absorb all the kinetic energy, and the resulting trauma will turn all your squishy internals into, like, body soup, which is just super unpleasant. And of course, head is always number one priority. Bracing for impact works better at giving you fewer serious injuries, especially for your neck and head. Muscles should absorb as much of the energy as possible, instead of letting it fall to your ligaments, discs, and nerves to take the force. So, tense up and roll in the case of a low air evacuation.”

Low air evac... she was concerned he was going to have to jump from an aircraft without a parachute at some point in his life. Which was probably accurate he’d admit, but still, he wasn’t hoping to actually need that plan.

Thankfully, it wasn’t always fire and brimstone with her, and she had many strange and terrible schemes to keep the common, everyday superhero family on their toes. Always carry at least two lip balms... never tell someone you don’t have plans for the evening... don’t smile in your mugshot... no clowns. Ever.

She was so weird, a total nerd, and so completely the girl of his dreams.

He loved teasing her about her unending train of thought, the brain that never sleeps, how she’d go on tangents while on tangents but always circle back around; even nicknamed her (quite cheekily, and because it made them both laugh) Doctor Batman, which was usually saved for when she was being particularly dramatic and gloomy. Turn the supercomputer off for a second, Bats, come see what Missy’s doing!

He was her anchor, always ready to pull her back to earth when she started drifting off too far from them, but he never asked and never wanted her to change. He adored her, silly or serious, or when she woke him up in the middle of the night to make him promise that he’d never get their kid(s) a pet owl (because they’re “scary”, and “our kids would be too powerful, Marcus. Promise me!”), or that in the event of them inviting a third to their bed, it would “absolutely never, ever, ever be Miracle. No way!”

He thought it was quite entertaining most of the time, listening to her plan for zombies and old gods and what to do if everyone just started hating cheese one day, but if it was all so important to her: having him remember this or agree to that, he’d accede to her requests in a heartbeat. Most of it was cute, harmless stuff he didn’t think would even happen, but sometimes she would hit him with serious stuff. Entirely out of left field, she’d go for his heart, and ask him for things that would hurt him, destroy him inside, if he ever had to follow through with it.

“Marcus, if it’s a choice between my safety- my life, and Missy’s? I’m always going to choose her. Kids come first, okay?”

She wasn’t superpowered, didn’t have a shred of anything other than pure, normal human in her, but she was easily the strongest person he knew. Fearless and brave, kinder than this world deserved, she’d do anything for the people she cared about. And she’d promised him, maybe as a way to repay him for all the things he’d agreed to over the years, that she’d move heavens and the earth to return to their family. That nothing in this world, or beyond, could keep her away. “Eventually,” she’d stared into his eyes, glossy with tears from how forcefully she believed, “I will find my way back to you. I swear it, so keep a weather eye on the horizon.” See? A whole-ass nerd, and he couldn’t have loved her more.

So, she wasn’t dead. Pure and simple. She was somewhere, somehow, and he was going to find her again.

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“Marcus, the grieving process is different for everyone, but it is always unpredictable and painful. You will have days where you will feel like you haven’t made any progress, or even lost the progress you’ve previously made, but please know that this is natural; it's something everyone experiences, and that it doesn’t mean you’ve failed in your objective. Healing takes time, and a major part of recovery is learning to forgive yourself when you slip up. No one expects you to be back to normal tomorrow, or next week, or next month. Healing from grief is not a race, so we will go at your own pace, and we will work together to accomplish your recovery goals. You aren’t alone in this journey, and you don’t need to handle everything by yourself.”

The grief specialist he was seeing was someone he would describe as an “old soul”. She exuded the patience and peace of someone who had watched empires rise and fall, seen the turning of the wheel of time and drifted along with the current. Her voice was deep, rich in emotion and empathy for those who needed guidance, calming and intriguing with a soft lilt on her vowels. Timeless and ancient all in one, and even if he wasn’t actually mourning the death of his wife, he did find himself deeply grieving being without her. They were two halves of a whole, and though his soul was at a loss without its partner here, he still had their greatest creation, their pride and joy, their baby girl to raise.

He would do whatever he had to do to be the best parent he could for Missy. And so, if meeting with a physiatrist every week was something that would help, then he would be here, every week. He'd learn to live with his grief, his sadness and loneliness, with just the memory of his Everything, and he’d help their kid with all hers too.

It’s what he promised to do, after all.

“If anything ever happens to me, you’ll just have to love her enough for the both of us.”

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There was nothing they could recover of the people closest to centre of the explosion. No remains, no blood, nothing. Like they hadn’t been there at all.

Suspicious.

Upper Management had brought in a team of private investigators to handle the case, people who would keep the details quiet and the public appeased with what little information they’d choose to release.

Marcus was a superhero, and sure, his job was to hit things until they weren’t a problem anymore, but he couldn’t understand why all the highly trained professionals didn’t question the sheer amount of evidence that just wasn’t adding up.

He tried to bring up the inconsistencies once with the lead investigator, but they had just given the distraught, widowed husband, so lost in his own denial and grasping at straws, a sad smile and told him they would do everything they could to find the truth for him and the rest of the victims’ families.

Typical.

After being brushed off without a second thought, he decided to keep his ideas quiet, and since they’d proven their unwillingness to listen, he’d just have to solve the mass disappearance himself.

“Have you ever thought about how to commit the perfect murder, mi amor? I have. First: If there’s no body, they can’t prove the person is dead. No evidence of death? No murder. Simple. But of course, completely vanishing a full human would be a challenge. Short of having the superpowers necessary to, like, erase someone from reality in their entirety, there would be a lot of chances to leave evidence. Ordering suspicious chemicals leaves a trail, driving out to a pig farm in the middle of the night is shady as hell and all neighbors are professional narcs, and fires? Hah! Do you have any idea how hot the fire needs to be to cremate human remains, and how long they would need to grill for? Huh, maybe the perfect murder isn’t a murder at all...

Hey babe...

Always doubt a body, but always doubt no body, more.”

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You tended to lose time when there was no one else in your room. It was hard to tell when your eyes were open because you started dreaming about the only things you could see since you first woke up: drop-ceiling tiles, white walls, and pale blue curtain dividers. And it was easier that way, in the end. Your heart didn’t hurt when you only dreamt of the room. You couldn’t mourn the things and people only your soul could remember if you thought of the room. Drifting in and out of consciousness was how you were coping.

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You had been here, left in this room alone, for ages. You had agreed to help the man who had saved you from the explosion that killed your family, but apparently you couldn’t help him until you had recovered enough. You’d read your charts, grilled your nurses and doctors more and more the longer you were kept here. What were they all waiting for? There was nothing wrong with you except the mild post traumatic amnesia, and the whole not-remembering-much-(or anything, really)-about-your-personal-life-and-family-of-the-recent-few-years thing you had going on. It was nothing compared to when you first awoke and could remember nothing. It killed you to be without the memories of your husband and child, to know only of them instead of actually knowing them, but there was nothing you or the doctors here could do. The brain was a tricky thing, and you had to accept that your memory loss might be permanent.

That just meant that you had to put all that you could remember to good use. You could help people here, and work towards getting justice for your family. Years and years of school, practical experience and training, you had gained it all back; re-read textbooks and studies, wrote papers on your re-emerging knowledge and jogged your memory about long nights and early mornings, surgeries and follow ups... it was all still in your head. It had returned to you easily, like diving into a cool pool on a hot summer day. It was like coming home and taking off your shoes; it felt good, freeing, as-it-should-be.

But still they weren’t letting you leave. So: what were they waiting for?

“Ah, Doctor, it’s lovely to see you, as always. How are we feeling today?” Okay, so the guy who “saved” you (read: paid the people who actually saved your life) gave you the heebie-jeebies. He looked like a classic pompous asshole bigwig, like, oil tycoon or something. And he definitely had some sort of thing for you. Gross.

“I’m doing as well as can be expected, trapped in a room with nothing to do, you know, brain rotting, et cetera. Thanks for asking.” The sass was a choice, probably not a great choice, but your choice none-the-less. You really hadn’t had many opportunities to choose anything for yourself in a while.

Well...

You were bored, and that was going to be everyone else’s problem.

“Ah, well, good news then! You have been cleared from observation and you’ll be able to be discharged soon. Isn’t that just delightful!” Mister Craig (“Please, just Greg is fine”), was some sort of horrible group hallucination, you were convinced. No one was that cheery, that animated, unless they were on something, or you were on something. “I’ll have someone bring you your personal effects shortly, and then I can show you to your new apartment. The complex isn’t in the best neighbourhood unfortunately, but it's got some real charm, very vintage! You’ll love it!”

“I’ll look forward to seeing it then; sounds like it’ll be a real interesting place to stay. You can also explain what it is I’m going to be doing with your organization. Because you haven’t specified yet. And I expect a proper contract and wage agreement. Legally binding preferably, for your sake, of course, Mr. Craig.” Even if you weren’t the most physically intimidating person around, you knew how, and more so, when, to assert your dominance in a conversation. Especially with men like him. He was the type of guy who would pinch a nurse’s ass and then accuse them of not being able to take a joke.

“You wound me, Doctor, I am a man of integrity! I promised you an opportunity to make a difference! To get justice for the loved ones so cruelly torn from you! You have nothing to worry about!”

Sounds legit. Totally above board. Can’t wait.

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#we can be heroes #we can be heroes fanfiction #marcus moreno #marcus moreno x reader #Marcus Moreno x you #reader x marcus moreno #reader insert #Pedro Pascal #hurt/comfort #eventual happy ending #say hello to doctor batman lol. theres a whole thing i created just for that nickname to happen. ask me about it if you want XD #also you're a sassy BAMF. oops

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sinsdaycorp · 5 years ago

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Would u be willing to list below some of the avalance fanfics?

Sorry that it’s taken me so long to answer this, I haven’t been on a laptop in a long time so I haven’t had a chance to really look at my inbox…

So, this has also given me a good reason to go through my bookmarks and reread some Avalance (:

Hope these recs are good!!

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Forever with No matter where you are (I’ll be there) - moonlitprincess

“She remembers the day Sara changed her name in Ava’s phone, remembers the way the late morning sunlight had streamed in through the windows and fallen on Sara’s bare back so that her skin was warm to the touch, remembered the way the sheets had bunched at Sara’s hips as she lay on her stomach, Ava’s phone in her hand and scrolling through contacts until she reached her own name.

“What are you doing?” Ava murmured, reaching out to trail her fingers lightly over Sara’s spine.

“Changing my name on your phone,” said Sara, locking the phone and tossing it back onto the pillow between them. “I’m now your little bird.”

Ava chuckled, leaning forward to press a kiss to Sara’s shoulder. “Why?”

“So if either of us ever get caught, you won’t get implicated as being associated with Sara Lance.””

an avalance ocean’s 8 au.

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Guns hidden under our petticoats - plinys.

Ava is certain that this is a joke, and if not, the worst possible assignment the Time Bureau has ever given out. The assignment of monitoring Sara Lance - future threat to all of time and history, and currently Starling City’s very own Black Canary - certainly isn’t what she had been hoping for when she’d been promoted, but Ava’s determined to stick to the non-interference rules and make the most of it. Though Sara has been known to throw a wrench into many people’s carefully made plans.

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A million miles away - plinys.

Sara upgrades her phone to the latest OS - meant to be innovative enough to seem nearly human - and finds herself falling for the voice that’s always in her ear.

(A Her. AU)

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Forever with your hands in my pockets - plinys.

“If only there was something I could do to help my grade,” Sara says, her voice sugary sweet, “I’d do just about anything?”

“Well, you could start by doing your homework.”

(Or: Sara’s five step plan to seduce her political statistics TA into giving her a good grade.)

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Summer slipped us underneath her tongue - plinys

“Wait, you didn’t think that I wore my Bureau suit around the house, did you?”

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Silence - plinys.

“We should play a game,” Sara insists.

“How about the silent game,” Ava suggests.

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BASICALLY ANYTHING BY PLINYS!!!

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Don’t you like you, cause I like you - CoffeeAndArrows, moonlitprincess

But before Ava can turn to run away from the door, it swings open to reveal Sara Lance standing in front of her. Her hair is bundled into a messy bun on the top of her head, two stray strands framing the sides of her face. She’s wearing a SCHS soccer hoodie and skin tight shorts that only come halfway down her thighs, revealing muscly, freckled legs that Ava has to work very hard not to look at. Her feet are adorned with grey fluffy socks which Ava is avoiding calling adorable in her head in fear of starting to associate Sara with any word remotely cutesy and affectionate.

Sara’s expression is genuinely surprised for several moments, eyes wide and startling blue. Her lack of makeup and the dim, golden light of the corridor highlight the freckles that are littered across her face.

Her eyelashes are really blonde, thinks Ava. How did I never know her eyelashes were blonde?

a high school au in which sara and ava have been each other’s arch nemesis since freshman year, but when ava’s parents react badly to her coming out, it’s sara’s doorstep that ava shows up on when she doesn’t know what to do.

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The day before you came - Phoebmonster

“So, the brief is …” She tapped her fingers on the wheel. “Make your Mom believe you’re really gay and give you some peace and quiet next year.”

Ava nodded, and Sara grinned.

“Right, I can do that.” She said, more to herself than anything.

aka the ‘i’ve hired you to pretend to be my partner to annoy my family at christmas but i think i’m really falling for you’ AU that Absolutely no one asked for.

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Cause I see sparks fly (whenever you smile) - mrsavalance.

“Excuse me, one of the flight attendants said that this seat was still free. Is that correct?” You are frozen in place when you find Sara Lance staring at you with those piercing blue eyes. You cannot help but stare at them. They seem to appear to be even bluer now that she is standing right in front of you, than they are on screen. You quickly avert your gaze to the empty seat next to you, which you had placed your bag upon as soon as you figured out that no one was going to sit there, and if she noticed you staring, she doesn’t comment on it at all, which you are immensely grateful for.

The Avalance celebrity au, nobody asked for.

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i just wanna spend the nights with you - moonlitprincess.

based on a tumblr ask: “i had been on a few casual dates with this girl and we went back to my place yesterday and we were gonna y’know…fuck for the first time. anyway she takes off her shirt and it turns out she has a six pack (an honest to god could grate cheese on it six pack) and i was so surprised/turned on that i couldn’t breathe and passed out, hit my head and she had to drive me to the er. i have 4 stitches. she’s probably never gonna call me again lmao”

college au where ava is only MILDLY crushing on campus heartthrob sara lance and can totally 100% be chill with a casual hookup … until she realises sara has abs. (ft. our favourite ladies being useless gay disasters & plenty of unexpected feelings)

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The One With the Bet - WardenRoot.

Ava loses a bet to Sara, the terms of which states that the loser has to do whatever the winner says

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Scars - WardenRoot.

Ava sees Sara’s scars for the first time

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What if I’n weak and I need you tonight - WardenRoot.

Ava finds Sara crying in her room after a not so successful mission and tries to comfort her.

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Will You Be My (Fake) Wife? - WardenRoot.

“So what you need from us is a date?”“A fake spouse, yes.”

When an object from the future gets displaced, Ava needs the help of the Legends to go undercover and retrieve it

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So, I guess I’m trying to say, anything by WardenRoot also?

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Sweet Girl - TML9115

Sara is turned into a five year old. The legends with the help of Gary convince Ava to watch her.

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More than a Clone - StoryChanger

Ava is attacked in her own apartment and barely escapes to the Waverider. Sara and her team work together to figure out why she was attacked and discover that someone close to Ava maybe a traitor.

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The Holiday Party - ffgirl21

In a last ditch effort to help Sara get over her recent breakup, Laurel drags Sara to her law firm’s Thanksgiving party where she runs into Ava Sharpe, a corporate lawyer at Laurel’s firm.

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Nailing The Canary - notthegoblin

Ava Sharpe is a spy tasked with capturing the elusive Canary. Can she keep focused on her mission when Sara Lance catches her eye?

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A Special Kind of Real Fake Love - karadanverz

In order to catch a time-traveler that’s trying to erase the Time Bureau from existence, Ava and Sara must go undercover at a couples retreat for a week so that they can catch him.

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Camp Waverider - Notabeautifullittlefool

The summer camp AU that I was literally the only one to ask for.

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all these roads lead back to you - Phoebmonster

She could feel it now, something that wasn’t there before, clear and mysterious like the pools of water in the caves, sat at the edge of her mind. If she just reached out -

(An artefact gives Sara and Ava the ability to read eachother’s minds. it goes about as well as you would expect.)

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So, I went through all my bookmarks and took out a lot of options from this list because they weren’t all complete.

I hope you enjoy these fics, because I surely did!

Also, if you have a twitter, there’s A LOT of SMAU’s on there that have me in stitches.

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https://twitter.com/jesmacalIans/status/1124792102557290498?s=20

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https://twitter.com/saviourxsara/status/1111513658209624065?s=20

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https://twitter.com/katlikescats_/status/1122598940162052097?s=20

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https://twitter.com/Iegendsofau/status/1038175307839225856?s=20

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https://twitter.com/plinys/status/1079173574781530114?s=20

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https://twitter.com/katlikescats_/status/1080932001941766144?s=20

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https://twitter.com/mrsavalance/status/1092893264473194498?s=20

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https://twitter.com/jesmacalIans/status/1080450697915781120?s=20

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https://twitter.com/jesmacalIans/status/1088810889632010240?s=20

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Hope you enjoy each and every one of these as much as I did.

#Avalance #Asks #Avalance Fics #Avalance AU's #Sara Lance #Ava Sharpe #Fanfiction #bettertobebisexualxoxo #Long Post #fic rec #Avalance Fanfiction Rec #Avalance Fic Rec

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lemonsandstrawberries · 5 years ago

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Two Hundred and Ten Roses

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), MCU,

summary: Steve is away for a secret mission during Valentine's day and Tony definitely isn't pouting about it, so seeing a surprise from his husband definitely didn’t improve his mood.

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a/n: Happy Valentine's day! Please accept this fluffy piece as an expression of my love to you all! 💜

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Two Hundred and Ten Roses

A romantic dinner in a fancy restaurant. An evening spent wrapped in blankets and watching TV. Maybe a special breakfast served in bed. There were many ways to celebrate Valentine's day with your loved one.

Tony didn't get married to spend Valentine's day alone.

Granted, he never really cared about Valentine's day. He and Steve showed each other plenty of affection on a daily basis (Tony was sure of it, they both heard complaints from various team members) and Valentine's wasn't an exception of it.

Just seeing the romance pouring out on him from every corner, was reminding him, that this day he would be spending alone as his stupid husband had been sent away for some stupid classified mission to a stupid secret location. That was another reason why Tony felt so bitter - he and Steve didn't make their relationship official and on paper to still have withheld information about their spouses' location. Stupid safety protocols.

The whole day was stupid.

But Tony definitely wasn't petty about it. No, he was a man of science and had work to do, and was above such trivial thing as Valentine's day.

So, when he entered his workshop and was hit with an overpowering smell of roses and saw the biggest bouquet ever standing in a vase in the middle of his workshop, Tony didn't know what to think of it. There was a note attached, simple and to the point.

'Happy Valentine's day, sweetheart. Love, Steve'

Tony ran his hands over the not fully bloomed roses, feeling the delicate petals and breathing in the sweet smell, reading the note over and over again. There was some fuzzy feeling growing in him and a sarcastic remark about the sappiness of it all to mask his true feelings, but there was no one he could deliver the snappy comment to. Before Steve had left they made a deal, that Steve would be the one calling Tony. So, Tony put the note aside, made sure that roses had plenty of water and got to his work, occupying his mind and thinking that, that maybe today won't be so awful after all.

It was well into the afternoon when Tony’s back started to hurt from hunching over the blueprints and saw an icon with Steve’s name flashing in the corner of one of his screen and a characteristic melody of an incoming call.

“Friday, connect me,” Tony sat back in his chair, waiting for his husband’s face to show on the screen.

"Hi, babe!"

“Hiiiiii - dear God, you look awful,” Tony blurted out, the sight of Steve’s close up face taking him by surprise. Battles were not glorious, and despite the healing factor, last rough days were taking a toll on his husband's face - his eyes were circled, hair hung miserably, and as usual, in extreme conditions, Steve didn’t have time to shave, a dark, thick beard covering his jaw.

"Happy Valentine's day to you too," Steve laughed in good humor. Even his laugh sounded strained and tired.

“Sorry,” Tony said quickly, trying to fix his earlier outburst. It was always comforting when Steve managed to find time to call him during his secret missions, but seeing Steve all worn did worry Tony. “Happy Valentine's!” Tony smiled, finally sounding properly happy.

Steve’s smile dimmed into something subtler before his face became serious.

"Before we talk, I have to inform you that this conversation is wiretapped."

“I know, I know,” Tony said dismissively. Safety protocols, yada yada. He knew the drill. “Is Gary listening to us again? Hi, Gary!”

"No, Gary quit after last time," Steve chuckled, referring to the agent who was assigned to the infamous wiretapping on the superhusbands, something all agents dreaded. Cleaning sanitary facilities was easier. "Now he can’t look me in the eye. Today it is Karen’s turn."

"Hi, Karen!" Tony waved at the screen, "happy Valentine’s!"

"Oh, I am sure she is having a blast. We had a flood this morning and I ate breakfast from a tin can."

“Sorry to hear that, baby,” Tony cooed. Maybe Steve was used to rough military life, but it didn’t mean he enjoyed it. If anything, it was getting harder and harder to sleep on the cold ground, while he had a comfortable bed and a warm husband to snuggle with back in New York.

"I am gonna survive," Steve smiled and Tony hoped that he better, as he didn't plan on becoming a widower any time soon. Or ever. Just for now, he would keep that thought to himself, to not tempt fate. “I wanted to ask, did you find your gift?"

“It is hard to miss,” Tony laughed. Two hundred and ten crimson red roses on long stems in a crystal vase. The whole bouquet took over a square meter out of his workshop and was easier to jump over than walk around. Just to be sure, Tony made Friday scan the roses and count them three times. He had tried asking for a fourth count, but Friday put herself on mute. The reason was that, that the number didn’t add up for Tony, he couldn’t think of any reason why Steve chose that number of flowers. “They are beautiful, thank you. Just why two hundred and ten roses?”

Steve folded hands together under his chin and looked at his husband with love, Tony could feel all the way from the screen. Steve liked symbolics in their relationship. His favorite flowers to give to Tony were daisies because he claimed that Tony was cute and small like a daisy but also was resistant and stubborn, just like the innocent looking white flowers able to grow in harshest conditions. Their wedding rings had hidden gems, Tony’s had a blue sapphire, Steve’s had a red ruby, to represent their superhero colors. There was no way Steve ordered two hundred ten roses on random.

"I got you two hundred and ten roses to represent each and every pound of you I love and cherish."

Tony stared. And stared. And started some more before losing it again.

“What the hell, Steve?!” Tony yelled in outrage. Steve just smiled brighter, as if enjoying this situation. Well, he always claimed that angry Tony looked like a puffed out cat. So cute.

"I know I might have been a little off with your weight -"

“Damn straight, you are,” Tony hissed.

"-so I added an extra ten roses to count in your winter weight."

And it became tense again. Tony pinched the bridge of his nose, knowing that Steve was just teasing him. It was working beautifully. Years of marriage meant that they knew exactly how to push each other buttons.

“If you weren’t God knows where and I wasn’t sure when I see you again, I would totally hang up on you,” Tony gritted out through his teeth.

"I love you too, butterball," Steve cooed, blowing him a kiss.

“Steve!” Tony protested, feeling that his face became heated from embarrassment. Tony knew he wasn’t overweight. Chubby at most. He was thick in all good places. Places Steve seemed to enjoy on a daily basis. “Don’t embarrass me in front of Karen!”

"I am pretty sure that at this point Karen hung up on us," Steve laughed.

“Good, because I planned to give you all of this,” Tony motioned to himself, “once you will be back, but now you won’t get any.”

Steve narrowed eyes. "Like you will be able to resist this," Steve slowly raised his eyebrows and pressed lips together, jutting them forward. Tony tried hard not give up and let the playful jab be forgotten so easily, but he had to admit that his husband’s seductive face was quite a success. "Uh, hold on, babe," Steve said, leaning out of the camera view, exchanging a few words with someone, before coming back into view. "Sorry, Tony, I have to go."

“Is everything alright?” Tony asked, alarmed that Steve wanted to cut him short so abruptly.

"Yeah, it’s fine, just a meeting about strategy," Steve smiled, trying to ease his husband. "Will talk tomorrow, okay?"

“Okay. Stay safe!” Tony added hurriedly.

"I will."

“You would be safer if I was there with you.”

Steve’s eyes softened. That was true, but Steve was glad it wasn’t happening. Tony was safe back in New York and didn’t belong out there on the battlefield. This was good.

"I know, babe," Steve agreed.

“And not just because it was scientifically proven that a sufficient layer of fat can make one almost bulletproof -”

Steve laughed, interrupting Tony’s ramble, not expecting his husband to poke fun at himself.

“I love you, babe," Steve smiled, grateful for the short moment with his husband. It was good to see him, even briefly.

“I love you too,” Tony said and the screen turned black, the connection cut off.

Looking at the empty screen, Tony sighed, sinking into his chair. The smell of roses was strong and all around him, and became a painful reminder of his husband stuck somewhere far away from him in a state of constant danger. He needed something to fill up the void in his heart and remembered that before Steve had left for his mission, he prepared an array of homemade food and stuck in the freezer, saving Tony from constantly ordering takeaway or burning the pots. A tray of lasagna sounded especially good. He could save his work, go back to his quarters and mope over layers of pasta, cheese and tomato sauce with meat, or he could do something even better.

“Hey, Fry,” Tony looked at the ceiling, where one of the cameras to Friday’s system was located. “Let the team know that I am putting one of Steve’s lasagna in the oven and if someone wants a piece, they should come to the shared kitchen.”

“Okay, boss,” Friday replied, passing the message to the Avengers currently present in the compound and Tony could almost hear Thor and Clint sprinting in the kitchen direction. Tony stood up, thinking that he should get some nice bottle of red for him and Natasha to drink, Bruce was all set up with his weird, green teas. He could always count on Vision and Wanda to prepare something sweet, as the pair went through cookbook after cookbook, trying all kinds of recipes. Maybe he could reach Peter and invite him to swing over for a piece. Wonder what Pepper and Happy had planned, he should call them too.

After all, even if he couldn’t spend Valentine’s day with his husband, nothing was stopping him from spending it with his family.

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #SUPERHUSBANDS #valentine's day #fluff #domestic fluff #chubby!tony #weight acceptance #weight gain #stony is an old married couple #fanfic #fanfiction

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calvarineharrod · 7 years ago

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The adventures of Calvarine and Hayley’s “GIRLS TRIPPPPP!!!!!"

Johannesburg: affectionately known as the “City of Gold”, a place where risk-takers and money-makers come to witness their dreams grow into fruition. I love this city: the rush, the adrenaline, the swiftness and feisty attitudes of people. There’s just so much hustle in the air, or maybe in the water? Regardless, living in this place requires thick skin, a thicker bank account, a full tank of petrol - cos’ traffic…

My extremely close friend, Hayley, momentarily come up with an idea to visit Johannesburg for a quick weekend Girls Trip. After watching Girls Trip together, it kinda accelerated the thought of us having a super chilled weekend plus we have never travelled together, anywhere!!

History: Hayley and I have been friends since grade 8. 12 years down; we are still the closest of friends and surprisingly still have the same goofy conversations that we did at 13. This friend of mine is a High flyer, sports science Honours graduate, has traveled overseas, has her own medical practice, rocks a 6 pack of abs and still maintains relationships with friends, family and her boyfriend. She’s one of those girls who can do anything. I look like a complete blob next to her #Lol.

Hayley, being the Type-A smarty pants, arranged our travel itinerary for the weekend including Flights and Accommodation. I was so excited and grateful for her effort in the entire process. We set flight on 3rd November 2017, a parching hot summers day, from Durban to Johannesburg. Throughout the entire buildup, I would constantly quote phrases for Girls Trip especially the lines from Tiffany Haddish (my new favorite actress) especially because I found it hilarious.

We arrived at OR Tambo Airport around 9h30. Hayley’s cousin, who also happened to graciously be our chauffeur for the weekend, was punctually awaiting our arrival at the pick up zone. Our intentions from the outset was to have fun and create spontaneous memories. Nothing pedantically over planned, no deadlines, just fun. I personally have never done something so daring. Being 25 and having experienced so little in life, I grabbed upon the opportunity to just live, even if it just meant for one weekend.

We drove straight to the Mall of Africa, a place I’ve been wanting to see. After scoffing down a brunchy meal, we proceeded to look around. I was totally in my element looking at all the designer stores with fashion I’ll probably never afford. Besides, I’m not a girl who is obsessed with a label. I also happened to have my first “Starbucks Experience”, a chocochinni frappachino covered in whipped cream. However, I was unimpressed with the waiter who asked me to SPELL MY NAME?! Do they realize they work for Starbucks. Have they noticed that people come there for the fun of guessing if their names get spelt properly?! Side note: urgent HR intervention and staff training is needed at this branch.

We also visited my 2nd favourite shop, TYPO, which is a cute, artsy vibey shop. Time flew and soon, messages from family members started to trickle in asking about our whereabouts. We headed straight to The Barron which looked like a relaxed, white-collared, Friday afternoon location where people sat with their loosened ties and drank Castle Lager. It was cool. Sundowners after a hectic week sounds tempting. We decided to drive to our accommodation only to realize it is peak traffic at 13:00. I’m assuming a lot of people leave work at this time. Traffic was ridiculous. We were entangled with taxis, school transport and working class people, all rushing to the excitement of the weekend.

We arrived at our accommodation (47 on Preston) precisely at 14:00 and checked into our neatly prepared, air conditioned, wifi-zoned room with a stunning pool and views to match. The area was called Highlands North and the houses were impressive. Security was priority for us hence, the 24hr access controlled body guard, secure features and boom gates gave us peace of mind.

Our sweet ‘chaperone’ (Hayley’s Cousin) ensured we had snacks and liquor at our disposal. Skyy Vodka, Savannah and Amstel were on the menu. After chilling and catching up, we had to plan the night. I am unfamiliar with the night life of Johannesburg. We started getting ready and in the midst of it all, another cousin decided to visit us and show us around after all It’s an Indian thing to stick together. This particular cousin was weird. He was soft spoken, very proud, a straight A student, forensic scientist and quite an opinionated person. I am certainly not accustomed to this type of behavior. We didn’t get off to a great start. I’m all for successful people but not the proud ones. I’d like to think that I’m a cool, chilled and open-minded person. I’m always telling people “Don’t Judge” and this was an appropriate time to take my own advice!!

He brought through a bottle of caramel vodka and sipped. Funny thing is, this guy continued to drop hints the entire night of how intelligent, successful and opulent he is. The car he drives, the area he stays, the alumni he belongs to and his career, which is prospering at an exponential rate. Luckily Hayley informed me about this dude. Nothing serious, she just told me don’t worry, he is different from the average guy.

This dude was slightly tipsy at the arrival of our uber cab. I was controlling the Aux cord playing my “fresher than” music. They were not impressed. Seems like these freaking people don’t like Nas and Vic Mensa! Are you even my friends? Ha ha. We arrive at monte casino, a nightlife spot in Johannesburg, suggested by this cousin. I was actually warming up to him and started to laugh at his jokes. Please don’t any ideas. He has a spouse and over-saturated metrosexual tendencies. Definitely not my type.

The night got funnier. We ate and thereafter entered a place called “3sixty liquid lounge” which has a brilliant live band and serves cocktails, cute baby pink and blue candy floss shooters, bubblegum flavored liqueurs served in test tubes and other unconventional drinks. I loved it. Vibe was cool, we were probably the youngest group of people there, nevertheless, I am a huge fan of Earth Wind Fire and Bruno Mars. We took a quick walk around the casino to my disappointing bewilderment, people were gambling and it was almost 1 am. I hate gambling so I wasn’t pleased to witness people losing their entire salaries on a table. The ride home was hilarious. We got to bond with the weirdo. It was banter the entire night. I wasn’t holding back, neither was he. Safely reached home, thankfully to uber (that driver was relived to drop us). Liquor usually fuels deep thinking so the conversation of religion came up. Uh-oh!

We sat for over 2 hours conversing about religion and there is no decent, happy way to end this conversation without someone getting offended. Throughout the discussion, I was quite level minded and reminded that my Faith is for me, it works for me and I don’t have to justify it. I was also reminded that the essence of a religion is to have faith in God, that’s the basis of Christianity. So when someone wants hardcore facts, times, places and dates - especially when they have a debilitating hatred for Christianity, I will not be intimidated and cross questioned by someone who is out to make a point rather than seeking to understand. Here we are in a very familiar scenario: Christians vs Hindus. The answers were flying back and forth. Eventually we all agreed to disagree and by this time, the dried sweat started to irritate my skin. They gang was getting ready for bed and the proud cousin who earlier asked why we are staying in this place eventually ended up sleeping in one of the beds.

Funny story: earlier that day, we found banana flavored condoms in the room and wanted to prank Hayley’s 'cool’ cousin. We even dispensed some droplets of handwash in order to make it seem like it was used. Yuck! We slipped it under the covers and pretended like nothing happened.

Fast forward to later that evening, well it was early hours of the morning, proud cousin decided to sleep in the bed which had the condom. I was only just informed that he is a germaphobe. He felt the slippery substance and sprang out of bed like a cat in water! It was hilarious. Shortly after that, everyone passed out from pure exhaustion.

Saturday morning started off great. We were treated to an in-house breakfast prepared by the Muslim hostess and then proceeded to the Rosebank Mall. En route, I was speechless at the upper echelon of Johannesburg. The buildings, the infrastructure, the complex designs and luxurious apartments. For a split second you even ask yourself, is this South Africa? Are we even in a recession? Rosebank mall was super cool. From Hamleys to Krispy Kremes, we waltzed our way to almost all the stores and I was majorly impressed.

Our next stop was Melose Arch. I was levitating. I had never been to this place and always heard about it on TV/Radio. We approached the entrance of Melrose arch with Lambourguinis, Porshe, Ferrari, limousines and various other exotic cars parked inside. Funny thing, it wasn’t even a car expo. These were normal patrons who happened to be in this place. Once again, I’m thinking “is this really Johannesburg?! This feels like a foreign place.”. Melrose Arch has various luxury shops, amazing restaurants and beautiful cobble stoned pave ways decorated with Vespas to create an Italian feel.

Jamie’s Italian, founded by the talented chef Jamie Oliver, is an awesome 4/5 star restaurant. I’m a sucker for comfort food so I ordered a gigantic burger layered with different cheeses, sautéd onions, crisp lettuce and holonaise sauce with Parmesan drizzled fries and a refreshing signature Jamie Mojito. We strolled for a bit and went back to 47 on Preston to catch a breather and of course, prepare for our last night in Joburg.

We utilized the convenient services of Uber that weekend and through that, got to see the growth and splendor of our country’s golden city. There are construction sites everywhere possible. Infrastructure and renovations are booming. At the same time, we saw beggars at robots, extremely poor laborers, mostly from other African countries working for minimal wages. It was such a skewed representation. On one hand, we have bugattis and rolls royces lining the street and on the other, we have people digging in bins and hanging out of trains because of their poverty. Mind you, this was one road away of each other. I couldn’t fathom it. It was confusing. Once agin, you’re challenged to think, what are we doing wrong? Are the rich getting richer and poor getting poorer. How do we stabilize this situation. For some of us, growing up in disadvantaged communities affects in many ways. When you do well in life, you almost carry a sense of guilt for doing well and feeling sorry for people who have not achieved anything. Must you apologize for your success? Must you feel unworthy of getting a golden ticket just because your peers lacked drive to hustle?

Saturday night was about to go down. We were scheduled to meet some of their cousins on 4th Avenue in Parkhurst, cited as Joburgs version of Florida Road. We did a small pub crawl before settling into a local sports bar. We befriended 2 sisters sitting besides us. They were so sweet and shared their hookah with us. The drinks kept rolling, including my signature drink; 1 Smirnoff storm and 1 tot of Aftershock. It’s light, pink and tasty. Jäger bombs are always compulsory. Me and my greedy self got way ahead of the party and started twisping, experimenting with everyone’s flavors. Marshmallow, honey and red bull flavors mixed with alcohol and a hookah ended off in me wanting to puke. I felt bad for tainting the evening. We hopped into an uber cab and came home. With toothbrush in hand, I was determined to get sober asap, which I did! Straight to bed after a hot bath, we were ready to conquer the morning in high spirits seeing that it was also our last day of “Girls Trip”.

Sunday morning started off with a lovely breakfast. We packed up and proceeded to Rosebank mall which was my request. I needed to get my hands on some Krispy Kremes to bring back home. To kill time, we also attended this rooftop art and crafts market in the parking lot. I was so impressed with the variety and organization of this fete. It was beautiful and eccentric. Foods from every culture was sold, ethnic clothing and creative decor, eclectic jewelry and fashion - it was….. Different.

After obtaining my two dozen of Krispy Kremes, we headed out of Rosebank and straight to the Airport. We checked it with full luggage and a huge, embarrassingly box of 24 Krispy Kremes doughnuts. We thanked Hayley’s amazingly courteous and sweet cousin who gave us such a memorable time and boarded the flight.

In all, this was the best trip I’ve ever taken. No drama, no bickering, no anxiety, just pure fun. I’m was so appreciative of those 3 days and how my eyes got opened to a new way of life. It is vitally important to experience something different from your normal standard of living. Johannesburg is such a beast but contrives such beauty within its streets.

I had to share this memorable experience on my blog and even if it didn’t seem thrilling to you as you read, it meant the world to me. Here’s to more exciting experiences, spontaneous trips, everlasting friendships and ticking off the bucket list!!

#blog #blogger #Johannesburg #Africa #southafrica #friends #friendship #bucket list #girls trip #happiness #memories

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benjamingarden · 5 years ago

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Weekending

It's a beautiful day here in upstate NY. If you look past the (still) freezing temps at night, it was near 60 yesterday and should be in the 50's today. That, to me, is a beautiful day. I hope this finds you and your family holding up well.

new gardening materials were delivered!

We have been getting a lot of to-do's around the house checked off. And for some reason, my husband is suddenly gung-ho on whatever I suggest we do next so I'm going with it. We discussed the garden re-do again this week and the next thing I know we were headed to load up on free compost from our neighboring town and a local hardware store was delivering materials to build more raised garden beds. Well, we've got some work to do! We will eventually need to get more compost but for now we'll focus on building the beds so we can determine how much more we need. We did go grocery shopping just over a week ago. I really didn't want to go so I waited until the end of the week when we really were in need. It has been a month since we went. There weren't a lot of choices for the most part. No rice, pasta, flour, sugar, toilet paper, cleaning supplies or Kleenex. We have all of those on hand but it was so strange to see the shelves still, a month into this, completely bare. There was cereal, produce, cheese and non-dairy cheese but a much smaller selection. I was excited to get some greens, oranges, apples, mushrooms and cilantro as well as cheese for Jay. Jay wanted canned hash (that stuff is awful smelling....) so I was able to get the last 2 cans and I got the last 2 bottles of unscented dish soap. Dried beans were sold out so I was able to get canned black beans that have no added salt. I have other dried beans on hand, I just wanted some black beans. I am grateful that we are able to go. With so many people struggling during this time I have to remind myself to express gratitude for the ability to go and get what we need or want. Around The House - my bathroom floor is installed!!!!! Woo hoo!!!! We've owned this flooring for 2 years and it was FINALLY installed. I'm so excited. Touch-up painting in the kitchen was completed, and we are in the process of moving garden tools, freezers, and such around between the barn, shop and shed. We're planning on painting the dining room next (we have the paint, just haven't done the work, although now I'm doubting the color.....). sidenote: do you have a spouse who is opinionated on the paint colors? Well, I do. Now normally this is a good thing. At least he cares. But it becomes more difficult when it comes to things like wall colors, especially since I don't (nor does he) enjoy changing them. He wants bold color and I want muted tones (he says that's boring - I LIKE boring...). He likes the color it is - a pine green. I do not. It's too small of a room for that color, it makes it too dark. I want something like "gatherings" by Magnolia Home (seen here). We currently have a dark olive green waiting to be painted but I'm not overly excited so maybe it will change..... I had wanted to paint the living room (keeping the same color, just to freshen it up) this spring as well but we do not have the paint and I have no interest going into the store to have it mixed. Maybe in the fall or winter.

blueberry sourdough muffins

In The Kitchen - I have loved being able to spend more time in the kitchen. I'm trying to work in some of the new recipes I've wanted to try since I have the time to do it. Of course, I'm limited by what ingredients we have on hand. Saturday we had blueberry sourdough muffins (and coffee) I made with my sourdough discard, honey, and frozen blueberries. They were yummy! I started with a found recipe, as I often do, and it was ok. So, again as I often do, I tweaked it and was successful in making it more moist and tender. I'll share the recipe soon. For lunch it was nachos and salad (an odd combination, I know) and dinner was chicken with orange sauce, broccoli and rice for Jay and southwestern rice and broccoli for me. Sunday was blueberry muffins and coffee again for breakfast and leftovers for lunch. For dinner it was pizza night so I used the No Knead Bread recipe (see below) for the crust. Jay's toppings were mushrooms, onions, peppers, cheese and pepperoni. Mine were sautéed mushrooms & onions, olives, and non-dairy cheese. Jay also had air fryer chicken wings (they turn out super crispy!) I've made new notes on the super easy No Knead Bread recipe. I've been using it to make hamburger rolls, brat rolls, philly cheesesteak (and mushroom cheesesteak) rolls, dinner rolls, etc. They are chewy, slightly crunchy, and absolutely delicious. We also started using it to make pizza. It works really well! The dough is super easy to make. I measure out the ingredients in the evening when I'm doing dinner dishes. Then, right before I go to bed I combine them to mix up the dough. It then is completely ignored, sitting on the kitchen counter, until I need to use it the next day either for lunch or dinner. It's really a versatile dough.

In The Coop - the coop girls are doing well. Egg laying has decreased, I'm not sure why. We went from a dozen eggs a day to anywhere from 4-8 per day. They are loving the weather these days and spend most of their hours foraging and enjoying any sunshine we receive. In The Garden - seeds are planted! I have been planting all of the seeds that are safe in our colder temps and hope to finish this week. The raised beds that need to be built will be used for the seeds and starts that I can't plant until late May. I usually don't get seeds in the ground early (rather, on time) so I'm grateful to have the time this year to do it. Our daffodils are about 3 inches above ground, the fruit trees have little buds developing, the azalea bush is ready to explode in color and still no sightings of the most anticipated vegetable of the season, asparagus. Our yard is fairly well shaded so almost everything we plant is weeks behind everyone else's plants in our area because of it. No complaints here - it makes it so much more tolerable to work outside in the summer.

Oliver

Jack a.k.a. Mr Naughty Pants (no, he's not supposed to be outside)

Jack & Oliver - they are doing well. Jack is playing nice at the moment, for the most part. (crossed out because this morning he went on a rampage chasing Oliver around and acting like a jerk - back to his old self....) Sometimes he just can't help himself. We haven't been able to open the house windows this week so he's been bummed about that. It hasn't been warm enough for much deck time for Oliver this past week either, although he did have a lot of deck time yesterday. They both get a little stir crazy without that fresh air. A quick thanks - For those of you who are deemed essential workers, thank you. Particularly those who are first responders and healthcare workers, I have nothing but gratitude for each and every one of you. I'm hoping you had a wonderful weekend as well and that you are able to enjoy the time at home.

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captainswanluver · 8 years ago

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CS FF: Dare to Love

Summary: Emma and Killian play a married couples’ version of ‘Truth or Dare’, resulting in some very sexy and revealing moments between them.

Rating: M

Note: This was written for the CS Hiatus Challenge here on Tumblr. The prompt was Truth or Dare. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph

...Dare to Love: Part 1/1…

Emma settled next to Killian on the couch, her hand moving to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck.

“So Henry is spending the whole weekend at Regina’s. We have the entire house to ourselves for the first time in our six month old marriage. Whatever should we do?” she whispered in his ear.

Killian felt his breath catch in his chest at the pure lust in his wife’s voice. He lifted the remote and turned off the television. He then turned to her, meeting her eyes. His tongue darted out to lick at his lips and Emma felt herself begin to grow wet at the mere sight.

“Well, love, I believe I can think of a thing or two to occupy ourselves,” he said.

Emma smiled, arching an eyebrow. “Care to make it interesting?”

“How so?”

“We play truth or dare,” she said.

Killian’s brow creased. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with that game.”

Emma shrugged. “It’s exactly what it sounds like. You can either choose truth or dare. Truth means you have to answer any question truthfully. Dare means you have to accept any challenge.”

Killian offered her a lopsided grin. “Well, you know I love a challenge.”

Emma smiled. “Great,” she said.

She stood up and found her laptop. In minutes, she had printed a sheet of truth questions and dare challenges designed specifically for married couples. She figured this would make it more interesting than producing them themselves. Emma quickly cut them up into strips and then retreated to the kitchen to retrieve two bowls. She returned to the living room and placed the bowls down on the table. She put all of the truth strips in one and the dares in another.

“All set,” she said, turning to her husband.

“Perhaps you should go first since I’ve never played this game before,” he suggested.

Emma nodded. “Okay,” she agreed. “I choose truth,” she said and then pulled a strip out of the bowl.

Emma read the strip aloud. “What is the sweetest thing your spouse has ever done for you?”

Emma thought for a moment, her eyes flitting across Killian’s face. “Hmm, this is hard. You always do sweet things for me.”

Killian smiled and lifted his hand to caress her cheek. “Get used to it, love. There is a lifetime of sweet gestures in your future.”

A smile spread across her lips. “Obviously, big gestures like trading your ship for me are incredibly sweet, but I think it’s the small, everyday things that mean the most to me. I’d have to say all the times you brought me grilled cheese and onion rings. You always know when I’m too busy or preoccupied to remember to eat. The first time you did it showed me how much you truly cared.”

Killian shrugged. “I also know how grumpy you get when you’re hungry. It’s really for the protection of all.”

Emma laughed and gently swatted his arm. “Your turn,” she said.

“Truth,” he said and pulled out a strip. “What was your first impression of your spouse?” he read.

His eyes lifted to his wife’s and a slow grin appeared on his lips.

“Be nice,” she said with a chuckle.

He tilted his head to the side. “So is this before or after you held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree?”

“Your call,” she replied with a shrug.

He bobbed his head. “Well, when I first laid eyes on you, I knew you were the most beautiful lass in all the realms.”

Emma felt a blush creep into her cheeks.

“And then after you held a knife to my throat and tied me to a tree, I knew you were the strongest and bravest lass I’d ever met. And I wanted nothing more than to get to know you.”

“And know me you did,” she said, bringing her hand to his and squeezing.

She smiled and said, “My turn. Dare.”

Killian waggled his eyebrows as she pulled out a slip.

“Kiss your favourite part of your spouse,” Emma read.

Killian grinned at her, as Emma’s gaze slowly perused her husband’s gorgeous figure.

“Hmm,” she said, scooting closer to him. “So many choices.”

She brought her hand up to his chest and allowed it to trail down his shirt. She skirted it along his arm, pausing to caress his hook, and then moved to his thigh. Emma’s fingers danced along his thigh until she allowed her hand to rest on his crotch. Killian sucked in a breath as she palmed him through his jeans and felt him begin to grow hard.

She leaned towards him, her face nearing his, her breath a whisper on his skin. Her lips bypassed his and then came to rest on the scar on his right cheek. Killian’s eyes fluttered closed as his wife gently pressed a kiss to the scar. It surprised him that this was her favorite part of him.

She slowly pulled back and he opened his eyes, meeting her gaze.

“My scar? I had no idea,” he said.

Emma smiled, bringing her thumb up to run along it. It wasn’t until about a year into their relationship that he revealed how he had received the scar. Emma had always assumed it was the result of a fight during his pirating days. She couldn’t have been more wrong. He had suffered the scar at eight years old while enslaved on a ship. He had missed a spot while scrubbing the deck, so his master had taken a shard of glass from a broken bottle and punished him by slicing him across his cheek.

Killian dropped his eyes. “I detest it. Every time I look in the mirror, it makes my stomach turn.”

Emma brought her hand to his chin and lifted his head so he met her eyes. “You are the most handsome man I’ve ever seen, Killian. And this scar only makes you more beautiful to me. It’s a reminder of the terrible things you had to endure, the darkness that you had to battle, and how you came out on the other side of it all. It’s not something to be ashamed of. You should be proud of it. You should wear it like a badge of honor.”

Killian felt his lips slide into a slight smile. “I suppose I never looked at it that way before. You always have helped me see things in a different light, love,” he said.

Emma smiled and then lowered her voice. “Maybe later I can show you my other favorite parts.”

“I look forward to it,” he replied with a grin.

“Your turn,” she said.

“Dare,” Killian said, as he pulled a piece of paper out of the bowl.

“Whisper something in your spouse’s ear that will turn them on,” he read.

Killian’s eyebrows darted upwards and his tongue lashed at his lips. Emma felt herself getting turned on just by the sight of her husband. He leaned forward, his warm breath on her ear sending shivers down her spine.

He purred into her ear. “I want to taste every part of you. I want to hear you scream my name with my head between your thighs and my tongue inside of you.”

Emma felt her panties flood with arousal at his words. She sucked in a deep, calming breath. Killian pulled back and smiled, as her skin grew heated.

“You okay there, Swan?” he asked.

Emma nodded. “Yup, fine. Uh, truth,” she said, needing a moment to recover from his dare.

She pulled out a truth slip and read, “How soon did you realize you were in love with your partner?”

Emma smiled, as her tongue clicked at the roof of her mouth. She scanned her husband’s face. “Well, I’d say there was a lot of denial going on for a long time.”

“I’d say that’s accurate.”

“But I think I knew in my heart when you admitted you traded your ship for me that I was in love with you,” she said.

Killian smiled. It was the moment their relationship really began. He would still have to knock down many more of her walls and they would have to overcome many obstacles, but that was the moment when everything changed.

“I knew how important the Jolly Roger was to you. It was your home. And to know that you sacrificed it to find me, to help me and my family. It showed me that you truly had changed and it allowed me to open my heart to you, despite how scared I was.”

Killian linked their fingers together and then lifted her hand to his lips. He placed a soft kiss on her knuckles.

“And I will be eternally grateful you did,” he whispered.

Emma smiled as Killian released her hand and then dipped his into the truth bowl.

“What is your favourite thing about your spouse?” he said.

He lifted his eyes to his wife’s. “I couldn’t possibly pick just one,” he said sincerely.

Emma tilted her head to the side and shrugged her shoulders. “I guess you lose then.”

His eyes widened. “I suppose I will have to force myself to choose from the hundreds of things I adore about you then.” He paused for a long moment. “Your strength,” he finally said.

Emma smiled, as she brought her hand up to his cheek and stroked it.

“You are the strongest woman I have ever met, Emma. You have been through so much in your life. It would have destroyed most people, but it only made you stronger.”

“Thank you,” she whispered. “Dare,” she said, pulling out a strip of paper.

“Take off your spouse’s shirt using only your teeth,” Emma read.

Killian’s eyebrows danced in delight. “I rather enjoy the dares,” he said.

Emma’s brow furrowed. “Well, this isn’t exactly fair. You’re wearing a vest and a shirt.”

“Are you admitting defeat?” he asked.

Emma shook her head sharply. “Never,” she said firmly.

Emma shifted on the couch and maneuvered herself so she was straddling her husband’s thighs. She gave him a devilish grin before dipping her head down to his chest. Her hands moved to grip his hips, as Killian sucked in a breath and tangled his hand in her golden locks. Thankfully, his vest was held closed by a zipper. Emma’s lips wrapped around the zipper pull and then she took the metal between her teeth. Slowly, she lowered the zipper until his vest fell open. She then moved her mouth up to his collarbone, pausing a moment to lick the skin there and then place a kiss at the chest hair peeking out. As her mouth moved to the first button, her hand moved from his hip to his clothed cock. She rubbed him through the material, as her teeth gripped the fabric of his shirt and then pulled so the button slipped through the hole.

“Bloody hell,” he breathed, as he cupped the back of her head.

Emma continued moving downwards. She held the button between her teeth and slipped it through the next hole, as she continued to stroke him. Killian’s head fell back and his eyes slipped closed. After a few more minutes of her delicious torture, his shirt fell open, revealing his glorious, toned chest sprinkled with dark hair. Emma smiled and pressed a kiss to his skin. She trailed her kisses all the way down, pausing at his belt buckle.

“You better stop now, love, or this game is going to be over very soon,” he said.

Emma looked up at him through her lashes. “Would that be so bad? We can continue tomorrow. Remember, we have the whole weekend.”

Killian’s lips slipped into a grin. “Brilliant idea.”

Emma smiled and quickly pushed his shirt and vest off of him. She dropped to her knees before moving to his belt, undoing it, and throwing it behind her. She undid the button on his jeans and then pulled the zipper down. She smiled as his cock sprung free. Every once in awhile he still liked to go commando.

Emma wasted no time in placing her mouth on him. Her tongue ran along his shaft and then swirled around his head.

Killian moaned, as he cupped the back of her head. Emma bobbed her head, taking in as much of him as she could.

“Want to come inside you,” he managed to say.

Emma smiled around him, as she released him with a pop. She crawled back up his body, pausing to lift her dress and drop her panties to the ground. She then settled over her husband’s lap. Killian brought his hand up to her cup her mound and then slipped a finger inside her.

“So wet already,” he groaned.

Emma sighed, as his thumb moved to her clit and he added another finger. But his fingers weren’t enough. She pushed his hand away and took his cock in her own hand, lining him up with her entrance. Slowly, she sank down onto him.

“God, you feel so good,” Killian breathed as his wife began to ride him.

Emma moved up and down on his cock, using his shoulders for leverage. She rotated her hips, until she felt him hitting that spot inside her that always made her see stars.

“Fuck!” she moaned, as his hook came up to rub at her clit and she soon felt her belly begin to tighten.

“Come for me, love,” he whispered.

And with that she fell over the edge and he soon followed suit. Emma dropped her head onto his shoulder for a moment, before moving her lips to his and slipping her tongue inside his mouth.

“That was amazing,” she breathed, as she pulled back and rested her forehead against his.

“I love this game,” Killian said with a grin.

Emma laughed and kissed him again.

…

The following night, Emma found her husband in their bedroom. He had put on pajamas: a t-shirt and plaid lounge pants. She came up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

“Ready for bed already?” she asked, pressing a kiss to his back.

He turned around in her arms and dropped a kiss onto her forehead.

“Actually, I was hoping we could continue our game from last night and I figured that perhaps these clothes could make some of those dares a bit easier.”

“Ah, I see,” she said.

Killian slipped his hook under the strap of her tank top and caressed her jean clad hip with his hand. “Perhaps you could slip into something that provides easier access too.”

Emma smiled and shook her head, as she took his hand and led him to their bed. She gently pushed him down onto it and then came to stand between his legs.

“Easier? Now where’s the challenge in that?” she asked.

Killian licked at his lips and then watched as she disappeared for a few minutes and then returned with the two bowls. She sat down on the bed beside him and placed the bowls between them.

“It was your turn,” she said.

“Truth,” he said, as he dipped his hand into the bowl.

“If you had never met your spouse, where do you think you would be?” he read.

Killian’s eyes lifted to Emma’s face and his voice softened. “I’d surely be dead,” he said.

Emma felt tears fill her eyes and she lifted her hand to caress his cheek. “Why do you say that?”

“I was on a mission of vengeance, love. I wanted to kill the crocodile. I wasn’t going to let anything stop me. But, as you know, he is far too powerful. If I had continued on my mission, then he surely would have killed me eventually.”

Emma smiled sadly. “And I’d be lost without you.”

Killian took her hand in his. “You saved me, Emma. In so many ways. I was already dead inside and you brought me back to life.”

He leaned forward and placed a kiss on his wife’s lips. When they parted, Emma cupped his face.

“You did the same for me,” she whispered.

Killian smiled and then nodded at the bowls. “I believe it’s your turn, love.”

“Truth,” Emma said and pulled a slip out.

“What is your partner’s most annoying habit?” she said.

Emma’s eyes danced in delight, as Killian’s lips turned downward.

“You know, love, you can say pass. You can’t argue with perfection,” he said.

Emma chuckled. “Humble as always.” Emma tapped the paper against her chin. “Now let me see. Ah, I’ve got it. You’re a bit of a neat freak.”

Killian’s eyebrows lifted. “I fail to see what’s annoying about that.”

Emma shrugged. “You like everything just so. I mean, I could never duplicate the way you make our bed,” she said, gesturing to it.

“A tidy bed was a requirement in the royal navy.”

“The sheets are so tight I can barely get into it,” she said. “And heaven forbid I move a pillow.”

Killian ran his hand along a wrinkle in the comforter, smoothing it out. “I suppose you can take over the making of the bed then.”

Emma shook her head. “No, that’s okay. I’d hate to take away something you enjoy so much.”

Killian smiled and bobbed his head. “As you wish.”

Without a word, he put his hand into the dare bowl and pulled out a slip. “Turn your spouse on without touching them or saying a word,” he read.

Emma smiled, as she waggled her eyebrows. “Hmm, I like that one. It’s quite a challenge.”

Killian leaned in close to her, his breath brushing across her lips. “Aye, that it is.”

Emma watched as he brought his hand and hook to his shirt and lifted it above his head. He tossed the shirt onto the floor, as Emma’s eyes roamed his bare chest. She ached to touch him, to run her fingers through the hair and over his hard muscles. Killian grinned at her and then slipped his hand beneath the waistband of his lounge pants. Emma watched as his hand slowly disappeared. He began to stroke himself, his head lolling back and his eyes slipping shut. Emma felt her panties flood as she watched him harden, his arousal tenting his thin cotton pants.

His eyes opened and he grinned at her, as he slowly stroked himself to completion, mouthing her name silently. He removed his hand, reached over to the night table and grabbed a few tissues. He slipped his hand back into his pants and cleaned himself up as best he could, before discarding the tissues.

“So, love,” he began, turning to her, “did I meet the challenge?”

Emma shook her head. “Nope, did nothing for me.”

Killian’s tongue darted out, moistening his lips. He reached out, his hand dipping down between her legs. He could feel her wetness even through her jeans.

“Liar,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to her lips.

Emma giggled, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he pressed his palm against her center, the rough material scraping her clit.

“Fine, you win,” she admitted.

“The game?” he asked, pulling back.

“The round,” she clarified.

Killian pulled back and nodded. “Your turn.”

“Truth,” Emma said and pulled out a piece of paper. “What is the sexiest thing about your spouse?” she said.

Killian grinned, as she smiled at him, her eyes scanning his body. “Now that is a challenge. I don’t see how you could possibly pick one thing.”

She ran her hands down his chest. “You possess many physical attributes that are sexy as hell.”

“Aye,” he said.

She tilted her head, as she lifted her hand to stroke his cheek. “But the sexiest thing about you is the way you love me,” she said softly.

Killian arched an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

She nodded. “Yes. You love me unconditionally, Killian. You embrace my flaws. You build me up when I am down. You make me feel safe. I don’t mean physically, but emotionally. Before you, I could never open myself up to anyone. But you broke down my walls and showed me it was okay to be vulnerable. That it didn’t make me weak. It made me stronger. And the way you believe in me even when I don’t believe in myself is amazing.”

“You’re the amazing one, Swan,” he said, pressing a kiss to her lips.

Emma smiled and then watched as he pulled a slip from the truth bowl.

“Which of your spouse’s body parts do you love the most?” he said.

Killian’s tongue slowly swiped across his lips, as his eyes washed over his wife’s body appreciatively.

“Well, now that is an extremely difficult query,” he said, as Emma blushed under his gaze. “So much to love.”

He reached out and brought his hand to her face. His thumb swept below her eye. “Perhaps it’s your beautiful eyes and the love I see in them when you look at me.”

His thumb moved down and ran along her lips, as she sucked in a shaky breath. “Or perhaps it’s your mouth. The way your lips feels against mine or the wicked things it does to me.”

His hand moved lower, cupping her breast through her tank and brushing his thumb across her nipple. “Or perhaps it’s your gorgeous breasts. How they feel in my hands and the way your nipples feel against my tongue.”

Emma moaned as he dipped his head down and latched onto her nipple through her tank and lace bra. She brought her hand to his head to keep him there, but he was soon on the move. He kissed his way down her stomach, pausing at her most intimate area as he looked up at her.

“Or it could be your cunt. How warm and wet it is when I am inside you. How you feel wrapped around my cock. How we fit perfectly together. How you taste on my tongue.”

“Oh God,” Emma said, as he placed a kiss to her center and she felt her clit begin to throb.

She felt his hand move behind her, cupping her ass. “Or maybe it’s these perfect globes. How they fit in my hand. How they look when I am taking you from behind.”

His lips moved to her thigh and he kissed down her leg. Emma wanted to shove the jeans off so she could feel his lips and the rough scrape of his whiskers on her skin.

“Or it could be your long legs and how they feel wrapped around me as I thrust in and out of you.”

Emma sighed, threading her fingers into his hair. “Pick one,” she breathed.

He kissed his way back up her other leg and pushed her tank up to just below her breasts. He pressed a kiss to her flat stomach, his thumb running across the faint stretch marks left from her pregnancy.

“But if I had to choose, I think I’d have to pick your stomach, love.”

Emma’s eyes widened in surprise as she looked down at him. “Really? Why?”

“These,” he said, tracing his finger across the stretch marks.

“The stretch marks from my pregnancy? But they’re so ugly.”

He shook his head. “On the contrary. You may see them as the one imperfection on an otherwise flawless body, but I don’t see them that way at all.”

“How do you see them?” she asked, as he brought his hook to one and gently ran it across it.

“As a symbol of your strength. You were a scared teenager all alone and pregnant in jail. And you did the hardest thing any mother could ever do. You gave your child up so he could have a better life. You may think that meant you were weak, love, but it was a sign of strength. And every time I look at them when we make love I think of how much you had to overcome.”

Emma shook her head, as she blinked back tears. “Only you could make me appreciate my stretch marks.”

He bobbed his head and pressed a kiss to one. “And now that we’re married, when I look at them, I think of how one day you will carry our child, but this time you won’t be alone. This time, you’ll get to experience all of those moments you missed with Henry and we’ll share them together.”

Emma cupped his face and dragged his body upwards until his lips met hers.

“I love you so much,” she whispered.

“I love you, too.”

She gave him one last kiss before saying, “Dare,” and pulling out a slip of paper.

“Give your spouse a lap dance,” she read.

Killian’s lips spread into a huge grin. “I need to thank whoever came up with these.”

Emma smiled, as she climbed off the bed and Killian scooted to the end. She turned her back to him, bending over so he had a good view of her ass. Killian brought his hand up to caress it.

“I think you’re wearing far too much clothes, love,” he said.

Emma swatted him away. “No touching.”

“Bloody hell, woman,” he whined.

Emma laughed as she lowered herself down onto his lap. She ran her bottom over his cock, smiling as she felt it spring to life again. Spreading her legs, she ground her center down on him. She felt her panties flood again as she rotated her hips and had to bite her lip to stifle a moan. She slowly turned around and looped her arms around his neck, as he brought his hook and hand to her hip to guide her movements. This time, she didn’t chide him for touching her. Emma pressed her body down onto his cock a few more times and then stepped away.

“What the devil are you doing?” he asked.

Emma shrugged. “You get what you pay for,” she said.

Killian groaned, as he brought his hand to his covered cock.

“Your turn,” she said with a sweet smile.

“Give a man a minute, Swan,” he grumbled.

Emma waited patiently and then watched as he finally said, “Truth,” and pulled out a piece of paper.

“How many days could you go without your spouse?” he read.

He reached out and pulled his wife back down beside him on the bed. He met her eyes.

“I’ve had to go out with you far too many times, love. Every time we are separated it is worst than the last. Pure torture. Waking up without you, falling asleep without you in my arms. I never want to go a day without you again,” he said.

Emma smiled, as she reached up and caressed his cheek. “Me too.”

She then pulled the last piece of paper out of the truth bowl. “If you could fix one body part on your spouse, what would it be?” she read.

Emma met her husband’s eyes, but he quickly averted them. “It’s okay, Emma. You can say it,” he said softly.

Emma ran her hand down his arm, stopping at the brace that held his hook in place. He usually removed it when he slept, but he hadn’t yet. Gently, she undid the straps that held the apparatus in place. She slowly removed the hook and dropped it to the bed. Emma’s hand caressed the scarred stump. She lifted his arm and brought the stump to her lips, placing a soft kiss on it.

She then met his eyes. “You’re perfect just the way you are,” she whispered. “I wouldn’t change a thing.”

He tilted his head to the side, purposely not looking at his ragged flesh. He hated the sight of it.

“Love, you can be honest. I know how unseemly it is. If I could change it, I would.”

“This is a part of who you are, Killian. And I love every part of you.”

“Emma, I was able to hold you with both hands for the briefest of moments. What I wouldn’t give to be able to hold you the way you were meant to be held, make love to you the way you deserve.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding? Killian, I have never felt deprived. It’s always incredible. You are quite adept with that hand of yours and you know your hook turns me on.”

He swallowed roughly and nodded. “I just wish I could be whole for you.”

Emma cupped his face and lifted his eyes to hers. “You are everything I could have ever wanted and more. Never doubt that.”

She then pressed a kiss to his lips.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He then pulled a slip out of the dare bowl.

“Give your spouse a hickey somewhere they wouldn’t expect,” he read.

Killian’s eyebrows darted upward and Emma giggled as he quickly trailed his mouth down her stomach. He lifted her tank top, bunching it up below her breasts. He then pressed his mouth to a spot just above her navel. His lips pulled the skin into his mouth, applying pressure, until his wife was writhing beneath him. Emma threaded her fingers into his hair and pressed his head down. He nipped at the skin with his teeth before sucking it into his mouth until Emma moaned. Killian pulled back and looked at his handiwork, smiling at the red mark on her skin.

Emma smiled down at him and said, “Dare,” before pulling out another slip.

“Give your spouse a strip tease,” she said.

Killian’s eyes lit up. “Aye, that’s what should have accompanied the lap dance.”

Emma grinned as she stood. “Better late than never.”

She stood just out of his reach and began by slowly inching her tank top up over her stomach. Killian’s eyes became hooded with desire as he watched her. She lifted the tank over her head and then dropped it to the floor. His tongue darted out to moisten his lips at the sight of his wife standing before him in her black lace bra. Emma slid her hands across her chest to cup her breasts, before trailing them down her sides. They rested on her hips for a moment before she reached for the button of her jeans. She popped the button and lowered the zipper. Killian watched as she slowly slid the jeans down her hips and legs until they were pooling at her ankles. She reached down and pulled her boots, socks, and jeans off in one motion.

Killian sucked in a breath as he felt himself harden again at the sight of his wife standing in her bra and matching black lace panties. She turned around and slid one strap down her shoulder. Then she slid the other. She reached behind her and flicked the clasp. The bra dropped to the floor, as Killian swallowed roughly. Emma looped her thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly lowered them down her hips. She bent over then, giving him a nice view of her ass as she kicked them free of her.

Emma slowly turned around to face her husband, smiling at the slack jawed look of awe on his face and how he was stroking himself again.

“Bloody hell,” he breathed at the glorious sight of his bare wife.

Emma blushed at the way his eyes looked as if they wanted to devour her. She brought her hands up, squeezing her breasts and toying with her nipples.

“Come here,” he growled.

Emma laughed as she practically pounced on him. She settled on his lap, straddling him, and shoving her tongue into his mouth.

“I need to be inside of you,” he managed, as his mouth moved to her neck.

Emma pulled back and nodded at the bowl. “There’s only one more left. It’s a dare and it’s your turn.”

“Forget the game, love,” he mumbled against her skin as he sucked a mark onto the skin of her collarbone.

Emma tugged his hair so he looked up at her. “So you’re forfeiting then?”

“You win,” he grumbled, moving his mouth to the valley of her breasts.

Emma laughed, as her eyes slid closed and she threw her head back. She could feel his cock pressing against her clit as she rocked against him.

“I happen to know what the last dare is. I think you’ll want to do it,” she panted.

Killian looked up at her, his lips swollen and pupils blown wide. Emma reached over to the night table and opened a drawer. She pulled out a bottle of chocolate syrup and a towel.

“Let’s just say it involves this,” she said, holding the bottle up.

Killian’s eyes widened and he quickly dug his hand into the bowl and pulled out the last slip.

“Pour chocolate syrup on your spouse and then eat it off of them,” he read.

His lips spread into a grin as he threw the paper behind him and tossed her onto the bed. Emma giggled as he spread the towel over the sheet and then grabbed the bottle from her. He pulled the cap off with his teeth and then hovered over his beautiful wife, who was now spread out before him.

He tilted the bottle and poured a strip across her collarbone. His mouth quickly followed, licking her clean. Emma laughed as he swirled the chocolate around each nipple. His lips closed over the rosy buds, his tongue circling them until the syrup was gone.

He moved down her body, drawing a heart on her stomach. Emma threaded her fingers through his hair and held him to her skin as he made his doodle disappear with his tongue. He continued south until he was between her legs. Killian drizzled some over her center and then quickly licked her clean. He was about to continue his ministrations there, when he felt Emma tug on his head. She pulled him up to her.

“I need you inside me now,” she whispered, as she pulled the bottle out of his hand and tossed it on the ground.

“As you wish,” he replied.

He quickly shed his pants. He then grabbed ahold of himself and lined his cock up with her entrance.

He pushed in, slipping in easily, as Emma clawed at his back, moaning his name. She threw her head back, as his mouth ran along her jaw. Emma wrapped her legs around his hips and gripped his ass with her fingernails, pushing him into her more deeply.

“Fuck,” Killian groaned, as his lips moved to her neck and then her breasts, his teeth nipping at her erect nipples.

“Killian,” Emma breathed, as she felt her belly begin to coil. “I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please, right there.”

Her husband reached down to where they were joined and thumbed at her clit. “That’s it. Come for me, love.”

A moment later, Emma screamed his name and then he spilled his seed within her. Killian grinned as he collapsed atop her, but made no move to extricate himself from her body.

Emma smiled, as she ran her fingertips down the muscles of his back.

“That was a really fun game,” she said.

“Aye, love, we must play it again soon,” he replied.

They fell silent for a moment, until Emma broke it. “Promise me we’ll always be like this.”

His brow furrowed. “Like what?”

“Like this. Never able to get enough of each other. Adventurous. Vulnerable. Honest. Intimate in every way.”

Killian lifted his head and placed a kiss to her lips. “I promise.”

Emma smiled and stroked his scruff. “Good.”

…THE END…

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it. Please consider taking a moment to let me know what you thought. ~Steph

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cscreativecentre · 8 years ago

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Dare to Love

Summary: Emma and Killian play a married couples’ version of ‘Truth or Dare’, resulting in some very sexy and revealing moments between them.

Word count: 5,937

Rating: M for smut and language