#and then of course (OF COURSE) my dream self said in response 'you're not going to kill me. you need to leave the building'

[etheries1015]

(In Lilias dream) General Lilia X reader : Hidden pregnancy

General warnings: The reader mentioned being pregnant, but no pronouns are used. Situationship described, mention of heat...honestly, just a shitty scenario I half-baked when day-dreaming at work the other day. really self-indulgent and not my best work, but ima share it anyway. Cause'. I like the idea, even if I can't execute it very well. HAHAHA

"You" general Lilia pointed during the dream, startling you as you ate peacefully at the food you 'humans' had so kindly put together for the fae army. You looked up curiously and tilted your head, heart pounding in your chest at the sight of the beautiful man you had known to be important to you.

"You're pregnant. With a fae child, nonetheless." He said bluntly. The suddenness of his comment left your heart drop into the pit of your stomach, and you were immediately alarmed. With a loss of appetite and eyes wavering, you threw a panicked glance at Sebek and Silver; both who were staring at you with wide eyes and spoons halfway out their mouths.

You hadn't a clue that fae were able to tell such things. Questions swirled around your mind all at once: Did Lilia in reality realize this? or perhaps his magic and senses dwindled so much he hadn't taken much notice? What are you to say in response? However, there were more pressing issues to think of at the moment. And that was the way the two boys rushed to your side in shock, Silver grabbing your hands and looking you in the eyes earnestly.

"You...you're what..?" The silver-haired boy peered into your eyes with concern, "You're...pregnant? Is it...is it his?" You pursed your lips and held back tears that threatened to pour out of your melancholy orbs and your hands trembled with fear. You gave a nod in response. You could feel the gaze and judgment of the fae surrounding you, including Sebek, who knew well enough to hold his tongue at this moment where you seemed to be at the edge of a breakdown. Bauer, his grandfather, on the other hand, scoffed in almost disbelief at the mere notion a fae would copulate with a human. Such were the times in the dream that Lilia was having, however, you felt no true judgment wafting off of the long-haired general.

"Yeah. It's his. But...he wanted to leave and I ...need to go home. I can't.. I mean, I want to stay, with him, but I know that he is losing his magic and he wants to go to a faraway land, and I...I don't want to hold him back from doing what he wants. Besides, he believes he's too old to start parenting all over again, I just-"

You started going off on a nervous tangent, vomiting every word and excuse that came to your mind. Bauer made a snide and astonished comment about the situation, Sebek following suit not without a piercing glare from Lilia and a sneer of dissatisfaction. Uncertain how to proceed, Lilia moved past Silver and placed an uncertain and awkward hand on top of your head in an attempt to console you.

"Fae are eternally loyal to one mate. If your fae lover is noble and virtuous, he will not abandon you. Speak to him, perhaps there's a misunderstanding." You almost winced at the word "lover," for could you really classify your relationship with him as such? Of course, there were times of flirtiness, but you two felt comfortable in each other's presence (clearly). Yet...Lilia Vanrouge is a very mysterious man who worked in ways that will forever be unfathomable to you. He kept his relationships at arm's length, and you were not far behind. You just so happen to be there at the time of his heat, the instincts of two bodies craving affection indulging in primitive actions. So...what he felt about your...relationship...was beyond you.

General Lilia averted his rosey gaze from your own trembling orbs, your lips pursed and embarrassingly staring at the ground unable to make eye contact with the others.

He would have insisted you stay behind in your state, however felt compelled to bring you with him under the guise that he would better be able to keep a watchful eye on you in case this was some sort of ploy to induce some sort of surprise attack. However, it was obvious to any onlooker the way he tended to your needs, protect you from harms way, and at random inquired of your state. The rest of the army that followed him was in awe seeing their general practically 'dote' (for lack thereof better terms) on this random human who was impregnated, to their knowledge, by some other fae.

You wanted to hold on to the belief that he subconsciously knew the truth, even in this dream world, the Lilia you had come to love was attentively paying attention to your fragile state at all times.

And...somehow you knew that it would be alright.

[mrsbuckybarnes1917]

3: COMPANY

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Bucky wants his best friends to get to know his girlfriend but a little voice makes him worry that there may be more going on between you and Steve.

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Warning: miscommunications and Bucky Barnes being a colossal idiot (theme of this whole story)

Steve and Bucky walked down the corridor towards the large living room with the massive television screen. Their arms laden with drinks and snacks for themselves, you and Priya. Bucky wanted his best friends to get to know his girlfriend better and you'd begrudgingly agreed to a movie night, comforted by the knowledge that Steve would be present as a buffer for awkward questions.

Steve was smiling softly, happy to be able to relax with the people he cared most about without being interrupted to save the world. His self imposed responsibilities weighed heavily on his mind. Distractions where he could be Steve and not Captain America were hard to find. One of the things he loved about you and Bucky was that you both were his voice of reason, between the two of you, you would argue different sides of a point, until he was happy with the decision he had made. This was why seeing the two of you as a team made him so happy.

You had made yourself comfortable on yours and Bucky's favorite couch. It was just big enough for you and the beefy super soldier and in your mind, you imagined yourself and Bucky being comfortable under a throw blanket while you watched the movie. Your day dream was shattered as Priya dropped into the seat beside you.

"Oh gosh, this is so comfortable! Such a cuddle couch." She elbowed your side gently. "Hey, you think Bucky and I could sit here for the movie?"

It took every inch of your self control to stop a scowl from marring your features. "Sorry to be all Sheldon about this, but this is kinda my spot."

"Oh, yeah, I get it." She didn't, looking at you like she was indulging one of her young patients who was throwing a tantrum. “Do you mind if I sit until Jamie and Steve get back?”

"Sure." You tried to keep the sarcasm to a minimum. You had to play nice, for Bucky's sake.

"Hey Cricket, can I ask you something?" Priya’s voice was slightly hesitant.

"Course. What is it?" You replied. But you had a strong feeling you weren’t going to like what she was going to ask you and steeled yourself for it.

"Do you and Jamie have any history of being more than… just friends?"

"No." You suppressed a sigh. You had expected an annoying comment, as opposed to something that would break your heart all over again. "No, just friends. Why’d you ask?" You felt suspicious of her line of questioning.

"Oh, I was just curious. I know you're not his type and all, so I wasn't very worried about it, but I figured there's always a possibility." She shrugged.

"Bucky and I have never been anything more than friends." You confirmed through gritted teeth, and it was killing you.

"Okay," Priya smiled happily. "That makes me feel better. I really like him, and I just wanted to make sure there weren't any lingering feelings between you two."

"I'm happy for you," you lied through a smile.

"Thanks, Cricket. I appreciate that. And I'm glad we had this conversation, it's always good to clear the air."

"Absolutely."

"Thanks for being so understanding. You're a great friend, I’m glad that James and I have you."

Steve and Bucky as they paused momentarily, not wanting to interrupt your conversation, but at the same time, curious about what you were saying. They both felt a little awkward for eavesdropping but they didn’t feel comfortable making their presence known. Steve glanced over at Bucky, wondering what his reaction would be, but Bucky’s face was bathed in darkness and impossible to read.

When Priya said she was glad to have you as a friend, Steve nudged him gently. "Come on," he jerked his head, urging Bucky to follow. He walked into the lounge and deposited the snacks on the table in front of you and Priya.

"Thanks, Steve!" you reached forwards to grab a bowl of popcorn, but Bucky was blocking you. You swatted his legs playfully. "Buck! What’re you doing?"

"Cricket, can you move over a bit so I can sit with Priya?" Bucky looked at you with wide eyes and pouty lips. How could you say no?

Reluctantly, you got off the couch, Bucky giving you a questioning frown as you did so. You shuffled over and settled in next to Steve, feeling a stab of disappointment that Bucky had chosen to sit with Priya instead of you.

"Did you ladies pick a movie?" Steve asked.

You shook your head, but Priya volunteered a suggestion in a heartbeat. "You've Got Mail!"

Steve pulled up the film from Tony’s endless supply of media and hit play. As the movie started, you tried to focus on the screen, but your eyes kept gazing over to Priya and Bucky and how his arm was draped cozily over her shoulder. Your mind kept wandering back to the conversation you just had with Priya. You couldn’t help but wish that there had been more between you and your best friend. What made her think that you weren’t his type? You bristled at the thought. Bucky had never expressed his preferences to a woman’s appearance. Had he mentioned something to her?

Steve noticed your distraction and leaned over to whisper in your ear. "Are you okay?"

You nodded, trying to push aside your feelings of jealousy and insecurity. "I’m fine," you whispered back. "Just a little tired."

Steve gave you a knowing look, but didn’t press the issue. Instead he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, offering you comfort and support. As the movie played on, you found yourself leaning into Steve’s side, feeling safe and protected in his presence. You couldn’t help but wonder what could have been if things had been different between you and Bucky.

As you and Steve turned back to the movie, Priya leaned towards Bucky and whispered to him conspiratorially. "I think Cricket and Steve make such a cute couple, don't you think? They looked so cozy on their Coney Island date!"

Bucky looked down at her with surprise. It wasn’t as though he hadn’t feared that you and Steve might be more than friends, but it shocked him that other people considered it. As long as he was the only one to think it, he could have lived in denial, but having someone else voice it with such confidence made his skin crawl.

"Um, I don't know. They seem to get along well as friends."

"Oh come on, Jamie. I can see the way they look at each other. We should totally set them up! I mean look how he has his arm around her!" 

Bucky hummed with hesitation. "I don't think that's a good idea, Priya."

"Why not? They would be perfect together!"

"I just...I don't think it's the right time for them to start dating." Bucky answered, not avoiding eye contact, his eyes glued to Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.

Priya was starting to sense that something was off. "Jamie, is there something you're not telling me?"

"Look, Steve doesn’t really talk to people about this, but he had a girl, back in the 40s, Peggy. He isn’t over her. It wouldn’t be fair to either of them to enter a relationship when Steve still has feelings for Peggy." Bucky winced internally, hating himself for using Steve’s past to cover for himself.

"Wow, I had no idea," Priya said softly, her eyes widening in surprise. "That must be really tough for him."

Bucky nodded, feeling a pang of guilt for using Steve’s past as an excuse. "Yeah, it’s been hard for him. He’s never really gotten over her."

Priya looked thoughtful for a moment before turning back to Bucky. "Well, I’m glad you told me. I wouldn’t want to cause any unnecessary drama. They're lucky to have you looking out for them."

Bucky gave her a terse smile, grateful that she understood. "No problem. I just want what’s best for both of them."

As the movie came to an end, you and Steve exchanged a look, both of you feeling a sense of contentment and comfort in each other’s presence. Despite the awkwardness and tension that had filled the room earlier, you were grateful for the friendship and support that you had in each other. Unfortunately for the two of you, your closeness did nothing to assuage the envy that burned deep inside Bucky.

As everyone got up to leave, Priya turned to you and Steve with a smile. "Thanks for the movie night, guys. I had a great time."

You and Steve both nodded, returning her smile. "Anytime," you said, feeling a sense of relief that the night had gone smoothly.

As you and Steve walked out of the living room together, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude for having him by your side. Maybe things weren’t meant to be with Bucky, but you knew that you had a true friend in Steve, someone who would always be there for you no matter what.

On the other hand, Bucky went to bed that night with Priya’s words burned on the back of his brain. Why did she think that there might have been something between him and you? She had worsened his fears about you and Steve. Would his oldest friend really betray his trust that way? Surely you would have mentioned that to him, wouldn’t you? The tiny voice in his head that sounded just like you, asked him why he would assume such a thing, since he had hidden his relationship for so long. 

*

Your voice of conscience in his mind did nothing to mitigate his turbulent thoughts. In fact they swirled around his brain until he found himself confronting you about them. This was becoming too common an occurrence. He blurted out the words while he found you training in the gym.

"You went to Coney Island with Steve." He tried to sound nonchalant as he spotted you with your weights.

You grunted your response, trying to stand up with the heavy weight balanced across your shoulders. Eyes screwed shut with the effort of pushing your knees apart to push yourself upright. You panted slightly, trying to recover your composure, but Bucky wasn’t ready to give up on his point.

"Why didn’t you tell me you were going?"

"Oh, I’m sorry," you attempted a shrug before going back into a squat. "It was Steve’s idea and honestly, I didn’t think it was a big deal since you were busy with Priya."

"It is a big deal! We promised we'd go together."

Your face dropped slightly as you stood up, remembering the promise you’d made almost a year ago. Things had been so chaotic and you’d forgotten about it. You put the barbell back on the rack before replying. "I know, and I was really looking forward to it." There was a sadness in your tone that you couldn’t hide. "But when you started dating Priya, I thought things had changed. I didn’t think you’d care."

"That doesn’t mean we can’t still hang out. You’re my best friend, too." Bucky leaned against the rack, as you busied yourself with unloading the bar.

"I know, and I’m sorry." You hid your face as you answered. "I just felt left out when you didn’t tell me about Priya."

"I’m sorry, I know I should’ve told you. But seeing you at Coney Island with Steve really hurt."

"Wait," you spun around with surprise. "You saw me at Coney Island?"

"Yeah…" Bucky’s anger abated slightly as he realized what he was saying to you.

You huffed. "You were there?"

Bucky had the decency to look ashamed.

"And you’re getting on my case? I mean Steve took me there as a surprise to cheer me up after I got sick. I didn’t decide to go there without you. And it’s not like Steve knew about our promise. What were you doing there, Bucky?"

Bucky sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I was there with Priya. We were on a date."

You felt a pang of jealousy and hurt, but you pushed it down but the aggression in your tone was unmistakable. "I see. Well, I’m sorry if I upset you by being there with Steve. But I'd like to point out that you didn't seem to have any issues going with Priya."

Bucky looked at you, his expression softening. "I’m sorry, Cricket. I should’ve told you about Priya - about Coney Island, about dating her. I didn’t want to hurt you. I just…"

You nodded, feeling a mix of emotions swirling inside you. "It’s okay, Bucky. Just…next time, can you please just be honest with me?"

"Yeah," Bucky nodded. "and hey, you'd tell me if you were, right? As in dating… someone."

"Yeah, I'll keep you apprised." You rolled your eyes and shook your head with a small laugh.

"Even if it was Steve?"

“Why do you keep asking me that? Are you trying to set me up with Steve? Because I don't have those kinds of feelings for him.”

“You don’t? Because Priya said-”

"Bucky, why don't you ask me about me instead of your girlfriend?" The irritation you'd felt about his indignation earlier rose inside you again, enough that you decided to walk away from it.

He caught up to you outside the gym, heart pounding in his chest. "Hey, Cricket," he called out, his voice filled with sincerity. "I’m sorry for how I acted back there. I was wrong, and I shouldn’t have let my jealousy get the best of me. Can we talk?"

You turned to face him, your expression guarded but curious. "What do you want to talk about, Bucky?"

Bucky took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I want to apologize for not being upfront with you. I value our friendship, and I don’t want to lose that because of my own insecurities. I’m sorry for hurting you… and I want to make things right."

You studied him for a moment, your eyes searching his handsome face for sincerity. The way he looked back at you softened your resolve and after a moment, you nodded. “I appreciate your apology, Bucky. Let’s move past this and focus on our friendship.”

Bucky nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he heard your words. "Of course. And hey, maybe we can still go to Coney Island together sometime. Just the two of us."

You smiled back, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "I’d like that."

Bucky fell in step beside you, as you walked away from the gym, the tension between you slowly dissipating. He knew he had a lot of work to do to rebuild the trust between you, but he was willing to put in the effort. He was grateful for your forgiveness and determined to show you that he was a true friend, even if he couldn't have anything more.

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Isapays fluff. For the soul. (And some implied self harm)

[BETWEEN ACT 1 AND ACT 2]

(You sat on the unfamiliar bed, looking at the scars that dotted your arm. Many had healed, many will not, and likely never will. In your other hand you fiddle with your dagger.)

(It was supposed to be easy.)

(You were supposed to be done. Out of the loops. Done with everything. Drama. Sadness. Whatever. Siffrin wished to keep traveling even after the loops were over. Said this was the best time of his life. Yet now, here you are. Going from place to place with some new looming dread instead of the clear skies of their dreams.)

(What a joke.)

(There's a knock on the door. It's Isabeau.) "Siffrin? Are you doing alright?"

(No. You hadn't even gotten changed from your nightware. You all arrived late to this inn, and you were lucky they had rooms left. You didn't sleep well.)

". . . I'm coming in."

(Of course he would. That was the system wasn't it? If there was a response, it was Siffrin or Loop, and they were probably fine. If there was no response, it wasn't. Or it was you, in which case they'd check anyways. Looking at the dagger in your hand and the scars on the other, you could at least see why.)

(Isabeau opened and closed the door softly. He looked at you, and the dagger, and your arm. You could see his shoulders relax a little as he realized you hadn't done anything.)

". . . Not a good night?"

(You nod. He walks over to you.)

"Mal right?" (you nod, he continues.) "Right, may I. . .?"

(He was holding out a hand, after a moment, you reach over and place your dagger in it. He puts it to the side.)

"Thanks you."

(There's a silence, a long, awkward one. You start rubbing your wrist. Isabeau sits down next to you on the bed.)

". . . Would you like to talk about it?"

(You draw a horizontal line with your finger. "No")

"Alright. . . Do you, just need space?"

(You pause, then draw the line again, then flick out two fingers held close. "Not sure".)

"Alright, I'll just, I'll just stay here then."

(Why did you say that. You never wanted company. You were fine staying in your room when you were forced front alone. You were fine being an observer in the corner. It was safe that way.)

(Then why did you not want Isabeau to leave?)

(The two of you sat in silence, a few feet apart on the bed. You did this a few times before. On a rare day, a rare good day, you would find where Isabeau was, and if he was alone, sit next to him. Of all of your traveling companions, he was the one you could tollerate the most. You could never find out why.)

(Odile is too observent, simple enough. Mirabelle is nice, too nice, you felt like you were oil to her water. Nille is a stranger, even Siffrin couldn't look her in the eyes. Bonnie. . . Bonnie was tollerable. Isabeau though. . .)

(You glance to your side, Isabeaus hand was rubbing his leg. Looking up, he was trying very hard to not look at you. Was he shy? Nervous? No, well, maybe. It was hard to tell. He wanted something, or was feeling something. You see his hand move around.)

(. . .)

(You put your hand to your side. You're considering it, why. You shouldn't be. It is selfish. And you don't need it. You consider it anyways. One beat passes, then another. Your hand twitches, and reaches over a little bit to Isabeau. You stop, and put it back by your side. Even if you could talk, wanted to talk, how could you ever ask him. . ?)

". . . Mal?" (You glance at him,) "Did you. . . Do you want to hold my hand?"

(You wince. And then gently nod.)

(Isabeau held out his hand, you hesitated. You placed your hand in his. It's warm, soft. You could feel the rough skin where he worked his fingers the most. He had been sewing more, and he had been training just as much as before too. His hands were a bit sweaty, wait, no, both of yours were. Was he nervous? Where you nervous? Yes, you probably were. Looking up at him, his face is turning a darker shade. You glance away.)

(. . . . . . . . It's nice.)

(. . . . No, it's not nice, it's selfish isn't it? Why would he want to be here, or you? No, you knew that. You couldn't trust them. None of them. "I should never have trusted you." That's what he said, wasn't it? You can't stay close to him. You need to protect Siffrin, and you can't trust a stranger to do that.)

(You're still holding his hand. You're squeezing it.)

(He glances at you. This isn't right. This isn't right at all this isn't, this isn't right or safe! Why are you being so open! Why did you want to be so open! You're shaking. You're shaking so much. Why are you doing this to yourself.)

(You take your hand back. You're shaking so much. You should leave. Just leave and don't come back right? How stupid. You scratch at the scars on your arm. Your breathing was getting heavier. You, you, you-)

"Hey. . ." (Isabeau was talking you. Gently. Soft. His hand was hovering over your own.) "Hey, you're alright, right?"

(You stop scratching, you don't respond.)

". . . Was it, was it the touch?"

(You don't know. You haven't felt this strongly about something before.)

". . . . Do you want me to leave?"

(Your head bolts up. You shake your head. Why. Why did you shake your head. You wanted him around? Why.)

"A-alright!" (He seems, worried. He wants to help you. Why.) "What do you need?"

(. . . . .)

(What do you need? You can't think straight. You need something. You don't need touch, right? You don't need food, or anything material. You need. . . You need something. What, do you need comfort? No. You don't need comfort. It's your job to garuntee Siffrin is the one who gets comfort. You don't need it. You don't. . . .)

(. . . . . You hug Isabuea.)

"!!!"

(You hold yourself close. You don't want to think about it. You're selfish. You don't even know what you want and you're selfish. You can't trust him, why are you doing this!!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!?!?!?!)

(Isabeau hugs you back.)

(It, it doesn't make sense. You feel conflicted. You feel. You, you don't know what you feel. It's, it's not bad, right? Stars, you don't understand. You just, don't. . .)

(You stay like this for a few minutes. Isabeau is warm. And soft. His shirt is soft. Your feel shivers on your skin. You've been sensitive to touch, much more than the others. But you didn't want to let go. Whatever you were feeling, you wanted it more. Your breathing steadied. You're confused, but a nice confused. Why is there a nice version of being confused? Strange.)

(. . . You can hear his heartbeat. It's nice. Steady. Strong. You look up at Isabeau. He's looking down at you, glancing away as you turn to look at him. Hmm. He is shy about it. Maybe that is what you are feeling? Are you shy? Maybe, that doesn't feel quite right. You keep looking up at him untill he looks back. He smiles softly.)

". . . Better?"

(You blink up at him.)

"Not sure?"

(Did you feel better? Stars. You don't know. You're just staring up at Isabeau. What was so fascinating about him. Why did you care? You're supposed to just protect Siffrin. You're supposed to make sure you all wake up the next day. Yet here you are. You are, for lack of a better word, transfixed by your Defender.)

(You open your mouth. You want to say something. You want to say anything. But he wont understand. But you want to do something. What do you do. Isabeau tilts his head slightly.)

"Do you want. . ." (He looks away again. Blushing.) "N-nevermind."

(?. You reach up and turn is head back to look at you. Then you put your hand palm up and shake it a bit. "What is it?")

"Do you. . ." (He trying to hide his face.) "Do you want to kiss me?"

(Your heart skips a beat.)

(He just asked it? Just like that? Why would he. He didn't at first. You asked him what it was after all. You look up at him. He knew that you were you, and not Siffrin, or Loop. He knew you were the one who was most touch averse. Most aggresive. Most defensive. And yet, he trusted you enough to ask you something like that. What does that mean. Did he trust you? Or was he trying to get to you.)

". . . . . S-sorry. . ."

(Why was he apologising. Did he feel embaressed? Ashamed? Ah. He was assuming that your feelings for him was the same as the other two. Looking at his eyes, you could tell he was terrified he was wrong. It's true, you know your feelings are far, far more complicated than Loop or Siffrins, and truly that is a feat in itself.)

(And yet. . .)

(You reached up and touched Isabeaus cheek. When he looks back down at you, you very gently nod.)

"I-- a-alright!" (You could see his surprise. His. . . Excitement? Nervousness? Maybe that's what you were feeling too. He puts a hand hovering right by your cheek. You nod. He places his hand on your cheek. You wince, but don't pull away. He's gentle, and he's warm. You feel like there's spikes on your skin, and yet his hand feels like. . .)

(He leans closer to you, you're face to face, you can't look away. He's nervous. He doesn't know how to kiss you. It's like at the sleepover. Or at the tree. Or at the end. You want to kiss him. And he wants to kiss you. It should be alright then, right? It'll be alright if you. . .)

(You reach up and kiss him.)

(. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .)

(Your heart. . . . You're warm. You're shaking. You have, you feel, you feel amazing, you feel so warm, you feel boiling. You kissed him. You just kissed him. It was only for a second but it felt like an eternity. You don't know how to feel about it. You think the feeling is good, you hope it is. Because, because. . .)

(Ok that's enough touch now.)

(You start tapping Isabeaus side untill he lets go of the hug. You sit back in your spot, fists balled up in your lap. You're sweating. And shaking. But you weren't thinking about that dagger anymore. Was that good? That should be good, right? Isabeau is worried about you.)

"A-are you alright?"

(You nod. And hold up a finger. "One second.")

(Isabeau waits patiently for you. You breath in and out. Alright. Alright you're normal again. You ball up your fists and push them away, laying them out flat. . . Then take a hand to your temple and drag it down. "Alone time, please.")

"A-alright. If you need me, or, need anything. Just, just come and find me, ok?" (Isabeau gets up to leave.)

(You tug on his shirt before he goes, he turns. You point to the dagger Isabeau put to the side. Open palms up from one side of your body to the other. "Take it away")

"Oh, alright." (Isa takes the dagger and holds it close.) "I'll protect it with my life."

(The corner of your mouth twitches. Heh. Funny. You look up at Isabeau. One last thing. You drag a finger accross your lips.)

"Our secret?"

(You nod. Our secret.)

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What does your future self wants to say to you? [Divination Reading no. 2]

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Pile 01

Hey! I hope you're okay. You know, I miss you very much. If only I could back to that day or that version of myself, I would do better but it's too late but not that much. It's like, umm... to boost myself better kind of thought I really miss our moments together, messing with each other and crying like we're in some sort of a movie. This time it's different, it's like I've been consumed to responsibilities and nothing excites me that much. I wanna go back but I can't still, I'm glad I am at a better place financially speaking, spiritually, I don't know I'm not sure but moving this heavy message aside. I hope you're having fun right now make sure that the path you chose is different. I gotta go now, I have a lot of work to do see you again, sometime ❤

🔴 In summary, this one page of my notebook is not enough to say everything she wants to say, If I let her continue I'm afraid it will a whole chapter of a novel lol

🔴 A farm or barn may be significant

🔴 The part where she said different, screams something to me... don't be someone you're not because others their best for you, know when to take it and leave it (e.g in college course)

🔴 I imagined a girl with a long hair, oversized shirt in the rain, laughing her pain to let it go

🔴 She's talkative, my hand hurts writing this hahaha

🔴 You're an extrovert who may be mistaken as an introvert (Oops, I mean you're an introvert and people see you as an extrovert when you're alone, look how I write it wrong here too🤣)

🔴 Majority here seems to be teenagers like me xD

Pile 02

(Trigger warning: mention of sui!c1d3)

Live your life, I'm grateful that I did not t@ke my life (do you have su1cid@l thoughts pile 2?). Bro it's so peaceful to be here, I thought taking my you know will end it but I was wrong, something came to me that stopped me, it was an angel. She was warm and nice (tall too around 5'8, white pale skin color). I think I can't imagine myself to be here if not for her. Now I'm working a normal job with a normal life, enough for me to decide what I want. Ya get what I'm saying? I wasn't planning to have kids, but look! I have one (three or two for some of you). Life's so short and times so fast so keep doing you lad 😉

Peace out! Oh before that, I just want to tell you to don't force anything okay? It'll come, THAT thing so yeah, let's talk again some time 😉

🔴 I feel like majority that picked this pile are dudes (straight but, again take it how it resonates if you're a member of LGBTQ)

🔴 Chill people

🔴 THAT thing may mean a number of things, depending on you it can be your dream, or really THAT sezzz, etc.

🔴 The angel maybe a literal angel, someone you know (e.g friends, family, etc.) or you're future spouse

🔴 I imagined someone with a curly hair light brown and has beared, he's thin but tall, white skin as well

🔴 He's wearing a jacket, white tee, and long pants (pale dark blue)

🔴 You're maybe in you're twenties or turning 30

🔴 Moon in Gemini at 4th House

🔴 For some of you, I'm feeling that your future spouse (especially if they're a girl) have the vibes of the tracks below.

Pile 03

I can't believe I'm already here, I'm so successful! I've got the benz and my Renz (man, dream guy/the one, whatever you call it). You've got the boss energy, trust me the people who helped you. I feel like the richest on the earth hhahah

Keep on going mama, the universe got us! Loyalty! Love yourself and other people and it will get back to you. It may not be exactly as the way you want it but, I promise you and I'm sure it going to be better, the best. You'll get it poppin! Ya know what I'm sayin?😘

🔴 Don't be consumed by fame, be yourself positively.

🔴 Some people here have the "Who you?" tendency in a negative way, please don't be like that. (Who you means treating the people you know as strangers because you have the bag and everything you dreamed of)

🔴 Remember being a bish to others will give you shi* to yourself, and your loved ones, your child may be the one who'll suffer if you don't change it

🔴 Funny people are reading this pile

🔴 Harry styles, love and disco songs maybe you're favorite/topic of your songs

🔴 Influencer, artists, rappers, people of color, rags to riches, attitude

🔴 Neptune in Capricorn at the First House

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Mdzs Mafia AU in wei wuxian pov

So the Story goes Like This WWX got pregnant with LSZ after graduating college in the graduating party WWX get drunk and LWJ also got drunk so they both got in a room in papapapa and in the morning WWX woke up sew the very very handsome LWJ of course she realized shit did I get drunk WWX realize what it was stupid situation she got her self in so she remember that LWJ like her since childhood always avoiding her so she said well guess I have to run before he wakes up but she was underwear LWJ was already awaken he pretend to sleep so It's well be less awkward so WWX get dressed quick and run but after she leave LWJ wait a minute mother always say take responsibility if you're responsible for it so he immediately woke up and tried to catch up to WWX and saw that she was nowhere to be found he fought right she's very skilled in hiding bc she was an assassin one of deadliest one after 2 weeks WWX been feeling unwell been eating so much and always puking so she decided to take a pregnancy test it's coming out positive ofc WWX not very scared and knew if LWJ found out WWX was pregnant with his baby ( LSZ) he was surely killed her and the baby ( LSZ ) He was known as the second deadly Jade killed without Mercy every time somebody look at his deadly golden eyes there see a demon a monster from hell the mafia knew he was very dangerous and did not hesitate to kill anyone so WWX decided I have to run away so she pack her bags and took a plane ticket to American after 3 years she decided to go to China secretly with her baby ( LSZ ) but one of WWX enemies saw her and after 7 years of locking her in the cell torching her they killed her barely but after that decided to brainwash her son( LSZ ) decided to use him and tell him that his father was the one that killed his mother so WWX goes back in time to the day she told LSZ they were going to China but she was in deep thought thinking should I can still go to China but then LSZ come in and crying saying mom mommy WWX was confused and worried and said a yuan what happened she can't believe she was see her baby( LSZ ) after a long time she know if she acts weird something what happened so she pretend to be normal then LSZ said mommy I had a very very bad dream it's was really bad WWX said tell me what happened lsz said in my dream mommy die he said crying WWX was shocked because LSZ never had a nightmare before she said a yuan my baby I will never die as she said that smile LSZ looked a bit better so WWX okay we're going to China she said in her thoughts I will get revenge then I think I should take on the family business so WWX said my baby I have great news we are going to China LSZ said no I don't want to go to China WWX said why LSZ said it because the kids in the daycare bully me and tell me stupid questions and I don't understand and they tell me your food is weird WWX after hearing this said WHAT WHO DARE TO BULLY MY MY BABY THOSE IDIOTS she thinks in her head LITTLE ASSHOLE HOW DARE THEY BULLY MY BABY I WELL TEACH THEIR PARENTS AND THOSE KIDS A LESSON WWX SAID A YUAN TOMORROW WHEN WE ARE GOING TO THE DAYCARE I WANT TO PUNCH THEM OK LSZ said ok LSZ asked mommy when are we going to China WWX said in a week WWX looked at the time and sew it's was 11:00 AM WWX SAID a yuan it's very late how about we go to bed WWX go to her room and sew her old stuff she lay down on her bed then LSZ come in the room and said mommy can I sleep with you my very very bad dream me scared and before LSZ could finish WWX said come here my baby let mommy tell you a bedtime stories for you LSZ immediately run and climb on her bed WWX said I used to be very smart young beautiful and everything was perfect but I was missing something but then I found that I was going to have you I was so excited after you were born finally click you were missing in my life but mommy LSZ said you are still beautiful mommy is the most beautiful in the entire universe WWX said oh if I am the most beautiful that makes you much more beautiful than me

[spidervisuals]

☆ Plane to paris

🎧: What would happen if this plane to paris went down?

part one | part two

pairing: earth 42 Miles x black model female reader

Synopsis: You and Miles had an extremely big fight the day before you leave to paris for fashion week. Unfortunately, you leave before you guys end up making up.

tw: mentions of a plane crash, heavy arguments, slight mentions of dea!h, slight mention of over perfectionism and body dysmorphia.

A/N: this is inspired by nessa barrett's (love her sm hehehehe) "plane to paris" song which has been my ultimate favorite as of recently.

Everyone knew it was on your vision board. It had always been your dream to model but now, you were finally living it. Your jaw completely droped when you checked your emails to find out that you had been selected to model for chanel at Paris fashion week.

"Mama!" You yelled downstairs, "Guess who's going to Paris!?" You squealed as you ran to show your mother the email.

"Honey- what-" your mother covered her mouth with her hands as she spun around in excitement, "first class tickets I assume?"

You laughed as your mums expression changed from excited to slightly concerned.

"Now what is your little model self still awake at 12am in the morning?" She rose an eyebrow

"Uhhh...meditation?" You said trying your best to sound convincing.

She scoffed, "yeah right. Don't stay up to late talking to that boyfriend of yours".

You hugged her as you ran back upstairs and opened up Miles contact.

Mi luver 🖤

12:15am

you: baby wake up

Read. 12.18am

Mi luver 🖤: whatcha doing up at 12am in the morning?

Read. 12:20am

You: FaceTime me right now

Read. 12.25am

"Mi luver 🖤 liked your message"

Miles couldn't even get two words in as you excitedly spilled the news to him.

"I'm so proud of your princessa", Miles yawned whilst giving you a tired smile.

"Soooooo, you're going to help me pack right?"

" Of course. I love the mini fashion shows you give me" he smirks at you whilst you chuckle.

" Sorry baby you can get sleep" you said whilst blowing him kiss.

He smiles at you whilst ending the call.

You were focused on making your catwalk perfect, removing all flaws from your face, hair, body everything. Everytime you looked at yourself, you felt like something needed to change. With your desperate need for perfection, you found yourself lacking in other areas like your school work, mental health and especially your relationship with Miles.

"Honey, you know that this is only for a week right?" Your mother would tell you as you forced her to watch your catwalk for the 30th time.

"Mum just watch this last time", you told her as you rubbed your feet. You had gain blisters all over your feet due to the continuous practice. You didn't care infact good. No pain no gain you'd continously tell yourself.

"Honey it's ok to take breaks", she looked at you concerned, "let me help-"

"Mama it's alright" you told her as you looked at yourself in the full body mirror, "I just need more practice".

"Honey, I gotta go back to work" she said whilst getting off her seat, "Oh and remember to text that boyfriend of yours. Rio's been saying that he's been worried due to your lack of contact" she told you as she walked to the kitchen.

"Shoot" you panicked as you check your phone to see 50 missed calls from Miles and over 70+ messages. You felt like you didn't have time so you sent him a quick responses as an apology

You: sorry love, I've been really busy. Call you soon.

Read. 8:15pm

"Mi luver 🖤 liked your message"

You didn't end up calling him back but instead focused on your catwalk. It had to be perfect. It needed to be.

[tleeaves]

The Fictional Crush Line-Up For 2023 and Beyond

Was going to do this sooner (as in a review on the year based on the new or resurfaced interests I picked up, with aforementioned fictional crushes along the way), but I wanted to collect art for them all too and then I also had to try and remember them all. But here we are. If I'm missing any, I'll either have to edit and or reblog to include them.

See if you can spot any common threads (it may get trickier as the list goes on, just be warned). This goes almost in chronological order. But order does not in any way reflect my level of brainrot and obsession with each.

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THE FRAGILE THREADS OF POWER, BALDUR'S GATE III, AND ARCANE: LEAGUE OF LEGENDS (SPECIFICALLY REGARDING VIKTOR).

Consider yourself warned.

Victor Vale (Vicious by V.E. Schwab)

Victor and his revenge story are kind of responsible for kick-starting my journey of self-rediscovery these past twelve months, in a strange and roundabout way. He made me want to stick up for myself and what I wanted out of life. Sure, he's extremely morally grey in a concerning way, and yeah, we don't normally encourage revenge, but I found him a comfort at a difficult time. But also, I could totally fix him (no one can and it's no one's responsibility, yet the sentiment is still there). I'm not usually one for blonds (I am a liar) but his cold aesthetic is oddly pleasing. There's nothing I understand more than an awe that rots into resentment and envy while maintaining the same thread of fascination with someone. "Victor Vale was not a fucking sidekick" is just a, mwah, chef's kiss line. Honestly, I have less of a crush on this guy, more of an understanding that I appreciate. Also, I haven't even mentioned the chronic pain implications and canon uses of his powers. But that might be for another time.

Viktor (Arcane: League of Legends)

Another Viktor with chronic illness themes and whose (in LoL lore) regard for a partner in science goes sour over time as they pursue different objectives (not seen in the Netflix series yet, of course, it's too early for glorious evolution). This guy always comes back to rot in my brain, and I cannot wait for season 2 later this year to see what comes of his arc. I'm planning a fanfic involving him, Jayce, and maybe/sort of Jinx, based on a dream I had months ago but still have swirling in the soup that is my consciousness. There is something so pretty about this guy. If I was more confident in my sketching abilities, he'd end up being my muse way too often. Viktor's character to me is kind of a tragedy personified, and I love a good tragedy. Oh, and his voice actor?? Amazing. There's some debate over how authentic he sounds to Eastern Europeans, but the accent aside still, he sounds sooo good. I want to sit in on a lecture where he speaks about literally anything for two hours.

Kell Maresh (A Darker Shade of Magic; The Fragile Threads of Power by V.E. Schwab)

Usually, I don't talk about Kell because of how silly I feel like my crush on him is. I identify with Delilah "Lila" Bard throughout ADSOM and even Threads, so I hate further mentioning how much I actually think about Kell because I'd have to fist fight anyone who said I only relate to her because of Kell when that's not the truth. And yet, there's still enough differences between Lila and I for me to be like "if I had to pick a woman in the Schwabverse..." But also, MAYBE I JUST THINK KELL IS GORGEOUS, OKAY? 🫣 Maybe I like that he starts as a somewhat naive prince who's had things both easy and rough in life (wanting to be loved by the only family you know and not feel like you're only there to protect your adoptive brother whom your parents tried to tell you both was not actually your brother and you should stop treating each other as such is VALID, argue with the wall, also he's the bodyguard and eternal worrier (yes, worrying) for Rhy and he's taken lives way too young). Maybe I like that he fell first and fell hard for Lila (okay, but if we're getting into the nitty-gritty, she did flirt with him first multiple times, but she would never admit to actual feelings), that he's the male love interest without reservations for once, leaving it up to Lila and whether she's open to love for once in a story. And yeah, okay, maybe I like that he's actually some kind of a prince charming, the sort you always secretly dream about, you know? Shut up. I like his stupid magic coat too. He's clever, but occasionally actually unbelievably dumb, he's funny and witty yet he knows when to keep his mouth shut (and is usually the one hauling others out of a scrap because of their own smart mouths), he cares too much about his family, AND DID I MENTION HE ALSO HAS CHRONIC ILLNESS THEMES THAT BROKE MY DAMN CHRONICALLY ILL AND IN PAIN HEART? I've said too much already, but there. He's a guy.

Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man: Across The SpiderVerse)

This is the one my sister teases me most about because she doesn't get it. To be honest with you all, even I don't know how to explain it. But this guy. Miguel. There is something about him that I just abdkjdjsdv, you know? Is it the tragedy? The moral greyness? The fangs? His insane height? Just his fanon self? The fucking muscles?? I don't know. But I will defend how interesting he is as an antagonist until the cows come home.

Elliott (Stardew Valley)

Oh... boy. Sometimes, I realise I have a type. It's pretty guys who are hopeless romantics that write novels and poetry. Maybe it's just this one guy. But wow, it works on me. I'm writing a fanfic about him because I need to. There's only 400-odd words to it so far. It was not long after I met him in the game that I decided I had to wife him up. I planted that pomegranate tree early, because it's his favourite fruit for those who don't know, and he loves receiving them as a gift. I got ducks so I could give him their stray feathers. I learned how and when to find lobsters and catch crabs because he loves those too. If I'm out of gifts, I go get a coffee for him because every writer needs their sustenance. Literally, by Spring of Year 2, we were married, and I wondered if perhaps I might have been a little too single-mindedly pursuing every one of those cut scenes when I should have been taking it a bit slower and making it less of a mission. Don't know what to tell you, I went crazy. I fully believe in the headcanon that he gets up early just to go through his haircare routine. Is he pretentious? Maybe. Does he lay it on a little too thick that he's scared of dying alone? Well, okay, yes. Does it bother me that as a househusband he doesn't help out more on the farm? Occasionally. But there's also no one else I'd rather be with (and I developed a sprinkler system specifically so there was less work for me anyway and so now I don't mind at all when he isn't helping). And I can't believe my sister ever introduced me to Stardew Valley because I am now mentally ill about a videogame character made of pixels. Yes, I make wine just for him too. Hush. I spoil him daily now that we're married. Our first child is a son named Ernest. I was debating between Ernest and Edgar, and honestly, I think I should have gone with the latter, but I chose the former. All the dialogue from Elliott is so frickin' cute.

Astarion Ancunín (Baldur's Gate III)

And do you know what the worst part about this one is? I still haven't actually played Baldur's Gate III. I know, I KNOW. A crime. I'm working on it. But you best believe I've watched every cutscene I can, every scrap of gameplay dialogue, all the choices, the different endings you can get with him (Ascended breaks my heart every time -- I don't care how hot he is, it's not what he would have wanted, he doesn't love you like he used to anymore, and he's not as happy as he could be), and I've listened to all the interviews with Neil Newbon and the writer for Astarion about him. This fruity traumatised vampire haunts me. I want to hold him gently and caress his face and tell him he's beautiful and what he looks like to me since he hasn't seen his reflection in centuries and I want to make sure he knows he's loved. I want him to bite me and drink my blood too, but that's not as important. Does it weird me out how much he reminds me of Prince Charming from the Shrek franchise and Preminger from Barbie: The Princess and the Pauper and then aesthetically Asra from The Arcana: A Mystic Romance? Yes. But Astarion's also his own character and I'm in love with his smile and goofy lines.

Settrigh "Sett" (Heartsteel; League of Legends)

This... might be the lowest point, actually 💀 My sister would agree. Because it's not enough to crush on book characters, show characters, and videogame characters -- while technically this guy is a videogame character and was part of League of Legends waaay before the music video, it was the PARANOIA music video that got me. So, even fictional characters made/involved in music videos are not safe from my heart. Because, as I understand it, OG Sett is a bit different from Heartsteel Sett, and I've found I usually prefer reading about the interpretation of the latter in fanfic more than the former. I mean, I still really, really enjoy fanfics where he's The Big Boss of the pits, and or his other background/lore is included, but I've read some where his old personality is a bit Yikes. The golden retriever energy is my favourite era of his if we can call it that (I still headcanon him as a part fox Vastayan, you can't convince me otherwise so go argue with someone else about it, not me). And honestly, I think I might have read more fics involving Sett in 2023 than I did any of the other characters on this list. Which is saying something since he's not as popular as a few of them. He's a pretty guy and I wish to bite him. Lovingly.

Mizu (Blue Eye Samurai)

Oh woman. Mizu is... is... she's basically my wife. I know she's all our wife, but like just let me dream a little here. As soon as I finished the series, I was opening up Tumblr, Pinterest, and AO3, my holy trinity of fandom. My platonic wife was sending me TikToks of our shared fictional wife. Mizu can wind up non-binary, male, female, I honestly do not mind because I am in love with any version she is/becomes (for now, I interpret her as a woman in disguise, but if that changes, I'll absolutely change how I refer to Mizu). She is a tragedy wrapped up in revenge because of a rotten love and unfortunate parentage and time period. I want her as much as I want to be her. Also? I go insane over her little smiles and smirks. I LOVE when we got to hear her laugh, even if it was mostly the flashbacks (do not mention Mikio near me; if he wasn't already dead, I would kill him). Also, who doesn't hate their British/white half, ahaha, oh my god, I know mixed ethnicity is a hot topic for people who do not want POC whitewashed in media, and I fully understand that, but I do appreciate seeing parts of myself in mixed characters like the conflict between trying to be more like one side than another. I'll also admit it: she does indeed look hot covered in blood and carrying a sword. I'll see myself out the door. I've been wanting to write a fanfic about her but I'm still stewing over ideas. Mizu is also probably my first truly major crush on a fictional woman (other than my childhood crush on Helga Sinclair from Atlantis: The Lost Empire). Vi from Arcane comes pretty close, but I see too much of myself in her that it gets weird.

We'll do some honourable mentions for characters from The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim since I've gotten into that again.

Brynjolf, Hadvar, and Nazir, I wish I could mod my gameplay so I could marry you. The developers hated their men-loving gamers (I know the women-lovers complain about Serana, but she will never be as heartbreaking as Brynjolf, I don't care if she recognises proposals only to decline them). I mean, Brynjolf is the Tamriel equivalent of Scottish, he calls you "lass/lad", has got a smoothass voice, supports you through so much of the Thieves Guild questline, has a wicked sense of humour, and then when you finish the questline, it's all "sorry, lass. Got important things to do. We'll speak another time" 😭 You can't even recruit him as a follower. He says nothing when you wear an amulet of Mara. I play on a fucking PS4, I can't do mods to marry him or get more dialogue.

(By the way, on my most recent playthrough, Lydia died when I fought the troll on the seven thousand steps, and I am still mad about it. It used to be difficult for Lydia to die, that was why I brought her everywhere, and now I have to become Batman "I work alone". ESPECIALLY after Benor then died on the way up to Paarthurnax. I still can't believe that happened, I should have told him to stay behind and wait for my return.)

Also, every time I play, Derkeethus is so bugged, I can't even rescue him let alone marry the guy, which was disappointing because he seemed nice.

Argis the Bulwark, Vilkas, Farkas, Rayya, Aela the Huntress, and Marcurio, you are all marriageable and live in my heart always. Marcurio was the first I ever married, I think. Three guesses why I chose him (it's the sarcasm, wisecracks, and general sense of humour) (maybe the long hair too). Has anyone noticed how there doesn't seem to be marriageable options among the Khajiit characters?? Why do you think that is? I just checked the Skyrim marriage wiki and this is what it has to say in the trivia: 'There are no Khajiit spouses, however; since the majority of Khajiit in Skyrim are traders or travelers from Elsweyr, they probably have families back home. Additionally, Khajiit characters talk about home a lot, stating how much they miss it and how cold Skyrim is; thus, they probably do not want to marry and settle down in Skyrim.'

Heart-breaking. Oh well.

And that's the end of the line-up. If you read through this, Divines bless your goddamn soul. Psycho-analyse me based on them, I dare you. Or just judge me. I'd like to see either. And if you can find something in common about them all (you don't need to consider the honourable Skyrim mentions), please let me know, because I am personally at a loss.

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"You're so cute, Sammy."

Sam whimpered, turning his head to the side. In Dream’s -usually correct- opinion, this only made him cuter. He grinded tiny circles into his lover's hole, delighting in choked moan he got in response. They were taking things slow this morning, no need to rush, but Dream couldn't help but want to push for a little more, to see how many noises he could get out of his sweet, adorable husband.

He'd always been a little greedy. Hadn't Sam said so himself once, back in prison?

The thought was soft and amused, but he didn't say it out loud; Sam wasn't supposed to be fretting over the past. Not here, not now. Dream wanted him pliant, with all the pleasure his body could take. A good boy, all for Dream.

"My good boy." He murmured. Sam keened, arching as he clenched down around Dream's cock. Dream hummed in satisfaction, letting his eyes flutter closed.

Without preamble, he began to thrust again, quick and shallow. He'd deepen it over time, of course, he wouldn't let his love go without, but Dream was in a gentle bliss, the kind that came from knowing how good the buildup could be.

Sam's noises were more than proof of that.

"You are mine, aren't you? My Sammy? Made for me?" Dream asked. He pet his beloved's flank, smiling at the way Sam's eyes went wide. "It feels like you are. Your hole was made to take me, I think. You feel so good around my cock."

Immeadietly, Sam's hips stuttered, trying to take him further, deeper.

"Yes." He gasped out a sob. "Yours, all yours, Dream, Dream, please-"

"I've got you, Sam." Dream reassured him, leaning forward to fuck him deeper. "You're doing so good. My good boy."

Affection bloomed in his chest as Sam warbled and hissed in embarrassed pleasure. Dream nuzzled the fluff of Sam's creeper belly, fighting the urge to stop thrusting just to lay on top of him and bask in their connection. Another time, maybe, where Sam could cockwarm for him, or he for Sam.

Dream felt paws pet the back of his head. He looked up to meet Sam's desperate face.

"Dream, are you, can I- please, I need-"

His paws were so gentle, clearly trying not to claw Dream in their attempts to hold him. Dream slowed his thrusting and took them both into his hands. He pressed them against his cheeks, to cup his face the way Sam wanted.

"You're so good to me." Dream kissed a pawpad. "My husband. And I'm all yours."

Sam warbled, a wet note in his voice. Dream stroked his paws with his thumbs.

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I wanted to write Dream topping Sam and also Dreams POV and also its really nice to picture, years down the line when they're all adults For Real and not dumb 20 somethings, that Dream has healed and is Living and able to laugh very softly as he thinks of how Bad it was but it doesn't hurt anymore

And for Dream prison becomes something he's able to think about without pain, able to make jokes that aren't self depreciating or intended to hurt. But for Sam it's never going to be that, because of what he did, the person he became, even if Dream has forgiven him and they're in such a good place now

And they're both Valid and Good and Understandable and

Like obviously in an abusive situation the victim comes before the abuser, but also also I really like. Abusers becoming better, reflecting on their behavior, anxious and traumatized through the self-realization. Sam did not come out of prison okay. No one did.

And Dream wants Sam to be happy and healed and so even if it's safe for him to talk about he understands why it's not for his puppycat husband and he respects Sam's differing needs and and. I know I'm overexplaining but it's Important. To Me

Their relationship isn't just Sam taking and being remorseful all of a sudden it's both of them Wanting Wanting Wanting and changing to be able to fit together again, to love each other like they want to.

And with awesamdrunz it's Punz countering Sam's more abusive tendencies learned from prison so that that growth can be Facilitated and Sam already thought Punz was handsome and strong and pretty but as he starts to self-realize and reflect on prison he's able to understand Punz and fully falls in love with them instead of just the Possessive Yearning and the need for them to be around to make Sam's brain go brrr properly

(Because Sam Has All The OCD you see. And if things aren't a certain way he will Simply Perish.)

But it's better now and they're better now and Dream is in love with his big silly puppycat who isn't a good person, but that's okay, because neither is Dream, neither is Punz. He isn't 20 anymore, crushing on Sam because Sam is so upright and lawful (but also because he's handsome, strong, and so smart with redstone-)

He's in love with Sam now, because Sam is helpful around the house, has a nice laugh, is so strong but works with such a delicate thing like Redstone that requires gentleness. He fucks Dream like he's something worth wanting and his ears perk up when Dreams cane taps against the floor.

Being with him Feels Good, Feels Safe, after so long.

Dream is living in the present now, instead of trying to get back to the past.

[tetsunabouquet]

Hello, I saw your fic about the bad boys hatefucking the reader and it was amazing, I just wanna request if you could make a whole fic about Nash's part. If that is alright with you?

A/N: Of course it's alright with me! I actually wished the KNB fandom got more active in their requests. I apologize this came out later as intended, this idiot over here didn't save so after nearly finishing half of the fanfic my computer had an error and I had to restart my computer without getting to save T-T (18+)

Nash had hated Marcus since his second year of elementary school, when his mother had decided to put him on a local basketball club for young boys. It hadn't taken him long until he ran into Marcus who as a young prodigy, was the most popular kid in the club. The two quickly developped a very toxic rivalry which you played a part of, being your brother's first ever cheerleader and you treated Nash like he was a piece of dirty you found on your shoe. Once you fell on the floor because Nash had grabbed at the ribbons holding your pigtails together and you had fallen onto the floor. The coach had been furious, telling his mom that if Nash were to ever pull that crap again he wouldn't be welcome at the club anymore. Nash had been so furious, all because he had gotten god damn sick of those ribbons trailing in the air when you weren't even part of the club! It was why, he approached you with the biggest smirk of his life, after he had finally done what seemed impossible to his younger self. Beat Marcus at his own game. The look on our brother's face had been golden and had made him feel as if he were drunk but Nash wasn't done. He needed to teach you a lesson too. High as a kite on adrenaline and vengeance, he took you in, going over your short summer dress with a tingling sensation in his nether regions. The pink dress clung to your sun-kissed skin and he drank in the breasts that had started developping since the time he first saw you. Finallly, the dream he had since puberty started racing through his bones and his hatred for you had developped a dark side of desire and seeing you cry as he fucked your brains out, was in his reach and he grabbed you by the wrist, "You should come with me, I deserve something after all the shit you put me through." You were staring wide eyed at the blonde, too flabbergasted to think of a response. You had never seen your brother lose, especially not to someone like Nash. You were thinking of what to do as Nash pushed you against the locker of the dressing room, his blue eyes glued to yours. "What on earth do you think you're doing?" You demanded as his fingers wrapped themselves around your waist, grateful for finding your voice. "You still talk to me as if you're better then me, huh? Didn't it get through yout head little princess. Your shithead of a brother lost." You didn't know what to say to that, even though your instinct was to defend Marcus, not that you needed to as Nash crashed his mouth against yours. His kiss tasted hot and sharp, filled with lust and hate burning hot enough to melt your bones until you were nothing but a puddle in his hands. Unlike your brother, Nash dominated you with ease and you whimpered as he grabbed you by your pussy, squeezing your lower lips as your heart raced. You could already feel yourself growing wet, and you breathed out as he laughed in your face. "I cannot believe how easy you are," he sneered but the way his fingers were digging into your clothed pussy had you weak. He shoved your panties down, and you mewled as he pushed two of his fingers in your core. "Allow me to drill into you how much better I've always been." He said as his fingers started pumping and scissoring your sweet hole. You couldn't helpt but pathetically nod, his fingers were too good and his vile words struck some kind of weird, almost masochistic chord. Suddenly the virginity you had kept safe for your boyfriend didn't matter much to you anymore, all the sweet promises just faded away as the only thing that you wanted right now, was to have your brother's most despised rival mark you with his cum. A primal need to be claimed filled you, and you begged for more. And Nash was glad to give you more, breaking your hymen with a swift thrust, tears were pooling at your eye sockets, but you felt high, so high you might never come down. Yes, Nash really had his own magic, you thought as he moved deliciously inside you, as he growled in a vicious delight at the discovery you were a virgin and that his victory was even sweeter as he dreamt off. Your pussy was enchanted, indeed.

[poulpemou]

Happy Valentine's Day! It's the perfect day to proselytise aroace Kiran from Fire Emblem Heroes!

As the "protagonist" of a gacha game, AKA a soft harem game, it only makes sense for the self-insert character to be aroace! Got folks of all genders throwing themselves at you for no understandable reason? Got people taking your lack of interest as a personal challenge? Why, that sounds like the perfect setting for a character to realise and/or profess their aroace-ness!

Here are some satisfied testimonies from our existing representatives!

"Wow I had no idea Fjorm felt this way? Why? Since when? I thought she and Laegjarn were dating?"

"Uhhhhh Gunnthrá said what?????????"

"Do people know I have a job and responsibilities? I have a lot going on, I don't have time for this kind of stuff, do people realize we're at war like 24/7 and I'm literally the only person keeping this place from falling apart and—"

"How come it's always the girls confessing their love to me but not the guys? I mean I'm not into dudes but that doesn't mean I can't be. Actually, who says I'm not? Oriented aroaces exist and—"

"Hey Alfonse. Bro. Are we or aren't we partners. Are we or aren't we the perfect unit if we could be combined into one. Have you ever heard of Steven Universe by the way? Or of this thing called QPR?"

"How come Plumeria is always shit-talking me about lewdness when I literally didn't do anything? Like ok yeah I poked her, but I literally poke everyone? Also what's up with my dreams? Has she heard of this thing called intrusive sexuality that literally doesn't mean anything—"

"Hey, so, I don't know how to say this, Seiðr, but I don't want a baby and I also don't want to be a deadbeat parent, and also Gullveig and Kvasir keep saying things about feelings but I have no idea where that's coming from. Don't even get me started on Heiðr."

"Why are girls weird around me? Am I actually just a cat and never noticed? Is that why they keep petting me and cooing at me? I was just a cat this whole time and no one had the heart to tell me I'm not human?"

"You love me? Aw, thanks, I love you too! I love all of my friends!"

"What is love? Baby don't hurt me. Oh wait this song doesn't exist in Askr..."

"What do you mean they think I'm flirting!!!!!!!! What the heck is a flirting!!!!!! I'm literally just being a good friend what!!!!!!!!"

"I love Day of Devotion! It's a day where you're devoted to your loved ones! Yeah of course all my friends are my loved ones, what do you mean?"

"So when two people like each other very much, they perform this ceremony called ally-supporting, and for some reason people blush when they reach A-tier. I think it's because it's a very important milestone that happens to take place in what looks like a church, and they're afraid to look like they don't belong in a church. Something about Askran churches must seem very intimidating."

"Oh wow you have feelings for me for real? I thought people were just saying that for the bit."

"Oh wow you have feelings for me for real? Can you describe what what's like? I've never understood it and people take it really badly when I ask."

"So back in my world, we have this event called Asexuality Awareness Week taking place during the Harvest Festival, and this other event called Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week that takes place a week after the Day of Devotion."

"Hey does garlic bread exist here? Anyone got any cake?"

"I don't know any of these people. They keep wanting to talk to me and be friends. Well ok. I don't get it but I guess it's my job to ensure troupe morale. I thought that would be Sharena's job but I haven't seen her in forever. Sacrifices for the cause, I guess."

"What do you mean they think I'm flirting!!!!!!!! What the heck is a flirting!!!!!! I'm literally just being polite what!!!!!!!!"

Join today and headcanon your summoner as aroace! Add a layer of complexity to a silent character and off-the-rails writing! You may be entitled to emotional compensation!

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Life was beautiful when you had someone to love. Life was wonderful when you had someone to look forward seeing. Life was amazing when you just woke up from a fairytale dream with that person.

Lily had to face it. Having a boyfriend was better than what she had expected. Better than what she had read in novels.

If Lily was in a movie, there would be music now. A cheesy song about how love made everything more beautiful. The birds would sing. The sky would be bright blue. Colors around her would be pink and red. People around Lily would be smiling widely and dancing around to pop music.

Nothing like that was happening in real life, though. Everything was normal. The weather was cold for late September. Students were not smiling. Most of them were in a bad mood. Especially the ones who stayed until late for the Karaoke Night in the Common Room after Gryffindor won the match.

Lily was in a good mood. Lily could have danced all the way to breakfast that Saturday morning.

Maybe it was stupid but Lily was so happy to finally have a boyfriend. She liked him even more every day. She liked how good he was. She loved how funny he was. She liked that he was handsome, the captain of the Rugby Team, Head Boy and one of the most popular boys in school. Hers and only hers. James Potter.

Lily laughed thinking about what her fourteen year old self would say now. "You're such an idiot, Lily. Him? We hate that twat!"

"He will be different" Lily would respond "You are going to see a new side of him. You are going to love that side"

"Never! I rather kiss a toad than date Potter"

That thought made Lily laugh her ass off.

"What is wrong with her?" Marlene asked when the girls walked to breakfast that morning "Lily, have you lost your mind?"

In response, Lily smiled and put an arm around her friend. Life was good. Lily loved her friends.

"Leave her" Mary teased "She's in love"

Lily loved to be in love.

"I still can't believe you gave Potter a chance" Hestia commented as she walked behind them.

"If anything we gave each other a chance, girls" Lily shrugged and then started humming.

Lily remembered what they had talked about last night. Between many many kisses. They had found a quiet spot on the stairs to the dorms.

"I can believe it" James had said "I can stop smiling"

Lily couldn't stop smiling either.

"Pinch me, Evans"

"What?"

"Pinch me. Hit me. Something... I need to know this is real"

So Lily did. She gave him a punch in his arm.

"Ouch!" James groaned. Then he smirked widely "Oh my God! That hurt! This is real"

Lily laughed as she grabbed his chin "It better be, Potter"

Just like that, they were kissing again. Finally Lily knew why people were so obsessed with snogging. It was nice if you did it with someone you really really liked.

"Wait" James said, stopping for a bit "Just to be clear, are we still friends?"

"Friends?" Lily exclaimed.

"Friends that kiss each other"

Lily blinked considering it. All she knew by romance novels and movies was that a kiss meant that the couple were together. That their love was sealed.

"You know I am not that kind of girl, Potter" Lily hit his arm "Are you seriously just snogging me without compromise? What's next? Forget about it in the morning?... Are you drunk?"

James laughed "I'm sober as a cow"

"A cow?"

"I was making sure, Lils. I mean, of what was going on... I... I've wanted this since forever..."

Lily smiled of how adorable this boy was.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend then?" James asked, leaving Lily speechless "If you give me a chance, I swear I would make you happy..."

Lily shut him up with a kiss. Then she giggled happily "Yes!" another kiss "Of course I want to be your girlfriend. Yes! I thought that was clear, silly!"

James let out a victory scream before kissing Lily again. And Lily was so happy. Happy happy happy.

The happiness didn't stop during the night, during Lily's dreams. And now in the morning. She had a bloody boyfriend for the first time! And Lily liked him a lot.

"Bet she already had a dirty dream about him"

"Mary!" Lily could feel she was blushing. But she smiled because she was happy. One step at the time.

Lily's heart began beating fast when she entered the Dining Hall and he was there. She wished time would have stopped and people would have disappeared leaving only the two of them.

James was sitting at The Marauders usual table. He was sitting across from his friends, scolding them about something. Remus and Sirius looked dreadful, trying to keep their eyes open. Peter was next to them amused by whatever James was telling them.

Lily wanted for James to notice her. What if he didn't think about her all night like she thought of him? What if he just told his friends 'Yeah, I finally kissed her. The game is over', and now he wasn't as interested as before?. Lily was being silly.

"So you deserve to feel like shit!" Lily heard James tutting as the girls approached their table "Disappearing the most special night of my life to get drunk?..."

"We didn't know you were going to snog her, Prongs" Sirius snapped.

"We did more than snog! We got together, Lily and I" James smiled when he said it, and consequently Lily.

"Please, don't talk so loud" Remus groaned, looking paler.

"Look what you did to Moony, Padfoot" James screamed and Peter laughed when his friends groaned "Take him to the woods and get him drunk? Poor innocent lamb"

Remus nodded.

Sirius snorted "You think Moony is that innocent, ha? He brought the weed"

Remus hushed him as James and Peter faked a gasp.

"WEED??" Marlene screamed in Remus's ear probably on purpose. They all laughed at the way Remus jumped.

"Great, now my head is pumping"

"So, that's where you disappeared last night" Lily tutted with the motherly tone she had acquired since she became Head Girl. The one sometimes she got embarrassed of.

"The stupid karaoke was boring me, so..."

The way Sirius said it was full of spite. He had wanted a party. Something behind the teachers' backs. But Lily had felt she had to be responsible now that she was Head Girl. So she told McGonagall they were planning to have a party and asked her for permission. What their teacher had allowed was a Karaoke Night without alcohol that had to be supervised by teachers and had to end at midnight. Sirius had been angry with her ever since, blaming her for ruining the fun. Lily suspected it was something else. Probably the idea of his best friend dating her wasn't appealing.

But Lily couldn't care less about his opinion at the moment. While their friends, started talking about the karaoke night, Mary saying it had been fun, Peter complementing the way she had sung, and everyone teasing him about it, James and Lily were in their own bubble.

When James had noticed Lily, he had smiled widely and now couldn't get his eyes from her. Lily had taken a seat next to him and kept glancing shyly at his direction.

"Hey" he whispered in her ear as their friends kept talking.

"Hey" she answered, trying to contain her smile.

"Dreamt of you last night"

God! How could Lily not love him before? He was so sweet.

"Me too"

"Really?" chuckles

"Yeah" giggles

"You look absolutely gorgeous today, girlfriend" James added in her ear and those words gave her goosebumps.

"You look handsome as well.... Boyfriend"

Jesus! Would people think she had gone nuts if she screamed right now? She wanted to yell how happy she was.

"Fucking hell, can I kiss you already?" James asked nervously.

In response, Lily looked into his eyes. And she gave him a sweet smile before leaning in for a kiss. Her heart immediately began beating faster.

Lily could feel the gaze and whispers of those who hadn't witnessed their performance last night. It had been a duet of Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA that had made Lily want to kiss James in front of everyone. She hadn't done something like that but she couldn’t help herself.

"Aaaw my sweet babies!" Mary exclaimed happily. That made James and Lily break apart embarrassed but smiling nevertheless.

"I'll have to get used to them snogging instead of bickering" Marlene commented.

Lily was happy that it was easy with James. He wrapped an arm around her and it felt right. They shared the same friends. And they all had seen their story. They all looked happy to see them together. Maybe Sirius not so much. But he'll have to understand.

"A great example of perseverance, this one" Peter said pointing at James "Learn kids, maybe after three years of insisting and insisting, you might get a chance..."

"Ha, ha, ha" James leaned in to ruffle Peter's hair "Shut up, or I'll ruin your chance..."

Everyone noticed James flickered his eyes towards Mary. Except for Mary.

"A chance with who?" she asked amused.

"No one!" Peter exclaimed as he went bright red, making The Marauders giggle. Lily made a mental note that Peter fancied Mary. Love was in the air!

"I'm happy for you and all" Remus said as he took a long bite from his toast "But can you please shut up? My head hurts"

"Agree with Moony" Sirius put an arm around him as well "Except I don't know how you can eat with this hangover?" he groaned with disgust as Remus stuffed some eggs into his mouth.

"Tossers" James shook his head "That is what happens when you drink like maniacs"

"Without inviting us" Marlene tutted, then noticed the looks from Mr. Head Boy and Mrs. Head Girl "I mean, bad thing you did there assholes! You think everything is a about alcohol? We had fun last night"

"You surely had fun sticking your tongue down Meadowes' throat" Peter said mostly to himself "What a spectacle let me tell you... OUCH!" he added when Marlene hit his head.

"Mind the volume" Remus had his head between his arms on the table at this point.

"Actually no, Remus" James said happily "Since you and your friend..." he gave a look at Sirius "Missed our moment last night, I will have to shout the message for you to understand..." Then James kissed Lily's cheek gaining a smile from her "Lily Evans is my girlfriend!" he exclaimed at his friends. Next, as if he couldn't believe it, he stood up and looked around before yelling from everyone to hear "Lily Evans is my girlfriend!!"

Lily could feel her whole face on fire as many faces turned to look. Seconds of silence passed until there was an eruption of claps and cheers.

"Oh God!" Lily covered her face when James bowed to the cheer. Even teachers and stuff were clapping happily.

Lily never thought she would feel like a protagonist in a romcom. She had wished the stupid declaration of love in a train station or a stage. She didn't think boys capable of that existed in real life. But James Potter was really something.

He proved it next as he grabbed Lily in his arms lifting her in bridal style, making her scream in surprise and then kissed her like she had never been kissed before. She couldn't believe she was finally the protagonist of a love story. And what a story.

When James put her on the ground, many students came to congratulate them and ask how did Lily finally gave him a chance. Even some teachers were happy for them. Lily couldn't stop smiling. She was sure she was as red as her hair with all the attention. But it felt amazing. James Potter had always been in the spotlight. And it felt dizzy to be his girlfriend. It was a wonderful experience though.

Lily's excitement ended when she casually looked up to the Slytherin table. She regretted it the instant when her eyes crossed Severus's. The sadness and disappointment in his black eyes made Lily stop smiling. And she regretted absolutely everything she had done. She felt immensely guilty.

Shit, Lily had been pendant of her own happiness and James's and her friends' that she had forgotten about Severus completely. She had hurt him. She had betrayed him. She was a terrible person.

Seeing Severus stand up and make his way across people, made Lily want to cry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry

"Hey Lily, are you okay?" James noticed her when Slughorn made everyone return to their tables. "I'm sorry for not asking you before announcing it. That was shit. But I was so happy, I had to scream it out loud" he let out a little chuckle.

Lily had wanted to scream it as well. She wasn't embarrassed to date James. Despite their story. Despite everything. But when it came to Severus, she felt like she had committed a crime.

"No, it's okay" Lily smiled "I think it was very romantic"

James smiled in relief.

"Amm... I think I need to go to the loo. With all the excitement this morning, I forgot to pee"

James was looking at her amused.

"Okay, come back quick so we can have breakfast together. Then, I have the whole day planned for us"

James winked and Lily loved him. She couldn't believe she was that lucky to have him. After treating him horribly for years. For Severus. Everything for Severus.

Lily gave her boyfriend a sweet kiss before following Severus outside.

"Severus, wait!" she said as she tried to catch him  "Wait, Sev! I am sorry, okay? I can explain everything!!"

Severus stopped a few paces away and turned. His eyes showed nothing but disgust.

Lily made herself explain "I know what you are thinking, but James is different now. He is truly a wonderful person..."

Severus raised his hand to stop her.

"If you could meet him and get along...."

"I don't want to hear it" Severus said, voice as cold as ice "Please shut up" he added closing his eyes in pain.

Lily felt a knot on her throat. It was her who had hurt him.

"If you are going to...." he swallowed in disgust, with disdain and pain "Be with him. Then I don't want to talk to you anymore. This is over"

When Severus turned, Lily had to yell desperately.

"You were the one who ruined this when you did what you did!" she snapped "You're a manipulator! And a liar! What was I supposed to do, ha?"

Severus turned his head once more. This time tiredly. He just stared at her like he didn't recognize her. Like he was disappointed in her. Like she was the worse traitor.

And Severus didn't say a word. He didn't fight. He didn't insult James or the rest of her friends. Something that would put him in a bad place and make Lily feel less guilty.

"You're not my Lily anymore" that was all he whispered to himself.

Just like that, Severus simply turned around and walked away.

Somehow Lily felt worse. The happiest day of her life. The happiest moment of her life. Severus had ruined it. He had stained it with his negativity and selfishness. And Lily was a fool to feel guilty about it. She was a fool to still feel sorry for him. For missing him sometimes. And for loving him as a friend.

[opereetveritate]

Who Is Ken?

Chapter 1

"Barbie, don't look at me. I'm not deserving of it." Ken murmured. He understood what he had done now. He had let Barbie down, the only person he had sought to please for a lifetime.

"Ken,"

He wasn't listening to her. All he wanted to do was weep for his fate. But his heartbroken sobbing became even louder when he felt her gentle hand caressing his back.

"It's time!" He looked up at her.

"For what? Punishment?" She chuckled at his response, which was that of a confused five-year-old.

And oh my, that sound was divine.

Barbie's reprimands were just as lovely as her compliments. Therefore he didn't mind.

"It's time for you to discover your true self."

His eyes widened at her statement. He was crestfallen. She was still unaware that he was only living for her happiness and that she was the reason for his existence.

"Is this really what you want?"

"This isn't about me, Ken. It's about you. You deserve to be happy!"

"I merely want to be where you are, Barbie!"

Ken knew where his happiness resided. In Barbie, in one of her nods, one of her words, one of her smiles. She closed her eyes for a brief moment before speaking again.

"Each one of Kens deserves that!" Ken suppressed a smile. He was aware that Barbie would never perceive him the way he desired.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but Barbie, what's your final decision? We have to leave because it's time." The Mattel CEO asked, drawing everyone's attention to him. Ken cursed that CEO under his breath.

"What do you mean? She's already where she belongs. Right, Barbie?"

Unlike Ken, Barbie wasn't so sure. She looked confused. And then, something unexpected happened. Barbie was led out of Barbieland and eventually out of Ken's life by a ghostly woman who had appeared.

And things have not gotten any easier for him after that.

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"Hi, Ken!" The arrogant smile never left his lips. Ken chose to disregard him. Barbie wasn't present, so any quarrel between them felt senseless.

"Hi, Ken!" He said again, in a more intense and commanding tone than last time.

He knew he would go on and on with this chanting, so he turned his head and nodded at him. The arrogant Ken came and sat next to him, not even giving a damn if he wanted company at that time or not. He turned his gaze to the beach, the only place he found real peace, after Barbie, of course.

Barbie....

Just the mention of her name brought a smile to his lips.

"All you have to do is ask me, you know!"

He didn't understand what he was saying to him, and he didn't even bother to understand. Nothing gave him pleasure or happiness.

"That flip technique, I mean. If you're still interested, of course!"

"I don't have to impress anyone, Ken. But, still, thanks for the offer!" The other Ken decided not to insist because he knew that Ken wasn't his usual good self.

"What a pity! You won't be charming any girl tonight!" His comment didn't seem to touch Ken at all. He merely wanted to be alone.

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Ken no longer enjoyed the parties at Barbie's dream home. He was simply enjoying his drink while observing the other dolls dance. Little did he know that weird Barbie had decided to try her luck and come to the party just to see him.

"Hey there, handsome!" She murmured this while patting his arm. When he spun around to look at her, he almost spilled his drink.

"Did I startle you?" She asked, but Ken decided to brush it off, saying

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, social events were never really my thing. Could I sit next to you?" He didn't want her near him but couldn't do anything about it. He simply watched her taking her seat next to him, her eyes fixed on his face, a creepy smile on her face. His appetite had disappeared, so he set his drink down.

"Well, are you content with your new life now?" Ken fiddled with a pink scrunchie he had on his right wrist as he attempted to mask his discomfort at her question.

"Everything's fine!", was his final answer.

"Is that one of Barbie's?" Weird Barbie inquired, pointing to the pink scrunchie.

"Don't even think about touching that!" Ken screamed and tucked the scrunchie behind his sleeve. She understood what he was dealing with and was really careful with her next words.

"Have you ever considered taking a vacation? How exhausting it must be to work at the beach."

He looked at her, clearly interested in what she had to say.

"What do you mean?"

"You will benefit much from getting away from routine and stress."

"I got it!" She exclaimed, "How about going to the real world?"

Ken's eyes lit up with joy. He could go where his heart desired, to Barbie. Soon, his smile left his face.

"I'm not sure if this is a wise move."

"Why?" Weird Barbie asked him.

"Most likely, she wouldn't want me to go after her!"

She gave a little chuckle at his way of thinking. Always thinking of Barbie first....

"I'm sorry, who?!" Barbie asked him to stay here and seek my happy ending, but his heart longed to be with her. He now realized that living next to Barbie was the secret to his happy ending.

"Thanks, weird Barbie. Off to the real world then!" He said and ran away.

"Goodbye, Ken!" She said, waving her hand at him.

"But, wait. You never showed me what's underneath those jeans!"

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Ken made it to the real world safe and sound. With the help of a recent discovery of his called the GPS, he at last found Gloria's home. He reached Barbie's bedroom at night by climbing the walls and peered in through the window to see her sleeping soundly. He couldn't stop smiling at the view before him. He was so focused on her that he lost his balance and landed with his face on the ground. And that's how he came face to face with the harsh reality. Falling from a height in the real world can be very painful.

After hearing this noise, Gloria fled her home in terror. He observed a person on the ground. When she lifted him, she saw that it was Ken.

"What are you doing here?" She asked dumbfounded.

[buckybarnesbabygirl]

Kitchen Therapy

Bucky x reader

Summary: Reader wakes up from a nightmare and opens up to Bucky

Warnings: secret relationship, fluff, protective Bucky, mentions of past abusive relationship, Nat being here usual spy self

WC: 1.3K

A/N: hi this is my first story and i know i'm late to this party, i hope you like it

Reader’s POV

I wake up with a jolt and sweat dripping down my spine. I run my hand over my throat to ensure his hand isn't around it. I go over the mantra I tell myself every time this happens: it was just a dream, he can't find you here, you're in the safest building in the world, everyone in here would die to keep you safe, your boyfriend is right across the hall. After a few deep breaths, I realize my throat is way too hoarse to go back to sleep without water.

After closing my door, I open Bucky's, mentally hearing him scold me for every other night I woke up and didn't tell him about my nightmares. Seeing him completely unconscious, sprawled out with the sheet coving his bottom half, I decide against it. The nights that Bucky gets a goodnight sleep are few and far between, I don't want to ruin that.

I make my way to the kitchen, and movement from the living room catches my eye. I turn quickly, only to be faced with a worried looking Nat, "What are you doing up?"

"I could ask you the same thing." I quickly quip back.

"I never went to bed, I got hooked on a show. Why were you looking in Bucky's room?" She asked with a smirk.

"I needed water and thought I heard him having a nightmare. Just checked to make sure he was okay." Completely reasonable explanation, Bucky has nightmares all the time, everyone knows that.

"Are you sure that's the only reason?" She asks again, trying to pry. Sneaky bitch.

"Yes mom, I swear." She rolls her eyes at my response. "Go get some sleep, we have a briefing in the morning."

"Don't stay up too long." She says with a wink and turns her back to me.

When I hear her door latch and lock, I continue in my pursuit of a drink. I grab a bottle of water and some grapes out of the fridge and hop up on the counter. It's not very long before I hear a bedroom door open up down the hall.

"I thought you were going to bed." I projected just loud enough that the person in the hall could hear me.

"It's really hard to sleep knowing my girlfriend is awake without me." Bucky turned the corner, surprising me. My eyes widen at his volume.

"Lower your voice, Nat just went to bed." I scolded.

"I know, I woke up because I heard you talking. Why didn't you wake me up? Prefer Nat's company over mine now?" He asked, coming to stand between my legs and grab some grapes out of the container.

"You know I'd never admit to that." I chuckle when he raises his brow at me, but I continued. "No, I looked into your room and you looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake you. By the way, she saw me open your door and now she's even more convinced we're dating."

"First of all, we are dating. Secondly, I told you to wake me up when you have a nightmare."

"How do you know I had a nightmare? Maybe I just needed water." I questioned.

"I can feel that the back of your shirt is damp, love. C'mon, talk to me." He leaned in closer to kiss my cheek before popping another grape into his mouth.

I take a deep breath and look him in the eyes. I've never told Bucky what my nightmares were about. Anytime he asked, I always just said 'I can't remember' or 'it's stupid, don't worry about it' or even just a simple 'I don't want to talk about it' and he would never pry. I contemplate if now is the time, but I know I can't hide it anymore.

With a sigh, I just whisper, "Promise you won't judge me?"

Bucky looks taken aback before he says "Of course I won't judge you, my love."

I look down and start, "Before I met you, before Tony brought me to the tower, I dated this guy. We met at the coffee shop I worked at, and he seemed really nice, so when he asked if he could take me to dinner, I said 'yes'. Everything seemed really normal at first. He was sweet, and charming, and said all the right things. Then one day, it was like a switch flipped. He started making these backhanded comments about my weight, saying I should stop eating so much if I wanted to stay pretty for him. If I ever wanted to talk to my friends or family, he would accuse me of cheating on him. And then one night, he came home drunk."

I feel a tear start sliding down my cheek, but Bucky wipes it away with his thumb. "It's okay baby, I'm right here, take your time," He whispers. I look into his eyes, and take a deep breath before continuing.

"He tried to force himself on me, and when I pushed him away, he slapped me. I got away from him and ran up the stairs but he chased me. I was almost at the top when he grabbed me by my arms and spun me around. I felt his hand tighten around my neck and he slammed me against the wall. He wouldn't stop squeezing, and I thought I was going to die. I finally got my leg free enough to kick him in the balls and he let go. I bolted back down the stairs, out the front door, and I never looked back. The next day, Pepper came into the coffee shop, saw my face and knew without having to ask. 3 days later, I was living in the tower and working for Stark."

Bucky cradled my face in his hands. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

I sighed, "I never told anyone, I was too ashamed. I didn't want to be viewed as weak or broken. But every time I have a nightmare, it's a memory of that night. I feel his hand around my neck, and I swear it's real."

He put his forehead to mine. "My love, your past does not make you broken. If anything, that made you stronger. I'm so sorry you had to go through that, but I promise I will do everything I can to protect you. I wish I could've been there to help you. Then again, if I were there, your ex wouldn't have a pulse right now. What was his name and address by the way?"

"Bucky!" I warned with a laugh. "I love you so much, thank you for listening, I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

"I love you, and I understand why you didn't. Come sleep in my room, I want to cuddle." Bucky insisted, helping me off the counter and placing the container of grapes back in the fridge.

"I can't. We have that early morning meeting, so everyone will be up early and I won't be able to sneak out." I say as we turn the corner and narrowly miss running straight into a very guilty looking red head.

"I'm so sorry, I left my phone out here and heard you guys talking." She said pulling me in and hugging me as tightly as she could.

"So you were spying on us?" Bucky asked with a hint anger.

"Technically yes, but now I know just how strong our favorite girl is, and I love you 1000 times more for it." She said moving across the room to grab her phone. When she moved to pass us on the way back she muttered, "I also know that Steve owes me $50" and giggled as she ran the rest of the way to the safety of her bedroom.

I let out a chuckle, "Okay so maybe we weren't as discreet about this as I thought."

"No definitely not, but if everyone knows that means you're definitely sleeping in my room tonight." He said as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, practically running to his bedroom, me laughing the whole way.

[alterrune]

(Laurence wakes up somewhere, he’s dreaming… but it isn’t something he’s expected)

Laurence Burnway: What? Where am I?

(Laurence looks around, it’s very familiar… this was Laurence’s office, when he was the chairman of Zulu Security Corps, when he was still working with the Trinity of Fate, and when he betrayed everyone after Lily first died.)

Laurence Burnway: No, no no no, not this place… why?

???: Oh… oh you should why.

(Laurence looks over at the desk… it was… a figure? Half his face was covered by a tilted fedora, and he was wearing the same uniform Laurence used to wear when he was the Zulu Security Corp. Chairman before it was all torn down)

Laurence Burnway: Who are you?

???: You should know, Laurence. I’ve been with you for a very long time, I will say, I’ve manifested a lot more… influence since you last fell apart. I can see you’re still pretty troubled.

Laurence Burnway: This is a dream, I know it. But what do you want?

???: You haven’t forgotten what you’ve done before you were forgiven huh? Just think back, all those atrocities you’ve committed ever since our sister first died, and she died when you shot her in the chest after you began having another breakdown. What did you do afterwards? You used to guise of a security corp to raise all manners of hell!

Laurence Burnway: I DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER! I was bitter at how this world treated me…

???: And did that give you the right to people who had nothing to do with your pain? Mom would be disappointed in you Laurence, you think Dad and Lily still see you as the same beloved son?

Laurence Burnway: Why are you doing this? To punish and remind me for what I’ve done, for the things I did? I’ve always suffered enough.

???: What about does who suffered because of you that long ago? Who knows, maybe the ColorStreak Battalion are still laughing behind your back… maybe Commander GaleForce still sees you as inferior… you remember that grin before you were locked away.

Laurence Burnway: WHO EVEN ARE YOU ANYWAY?!

???: You haven’t figured it out? I thought you were a master class agent… I’ve know you for a long time… after all…

(The figure removes the fedora, and Laurence see’s it’s himself… with yellow eyes)

Shadow Laurence: I am a Shadow… The True Self.

Laurence Burnway: No… you can’t be me!

Shadow Laurence: Try and deny it all you want, it won’t help you in the long run. Try and kill me, even with the help of the ColorStreak Battalion, your sister, or even dad, try and do that, and let’s just say you “Mentally Shutdown”.

Laurence Burnway: Please, make this stop.

Shadow Laurence: Yeah… the sands of time for us has run out… for tonight at least. See you later… Agent Phoenix.

(Laurence suddenly wakes up in his room, still in bed, breathing heavily)

(5 MINUTES LATER...)

(Alter, Vi, Henry and Ellie are huddled around Laurence, still in his bed and in his PJs. Meanwhile, I'm currently looking out of the window in Laurence's room, lost in thought as a heavy rain falls down.)

Dude. You're gonna have to come up with something more intresting.

Maybe a little less spice to the tall tale next time? Kyle, back us up here.

...

Kyle?

...of course. Of course it had to come back to bite us in the ass NOW, of all times. Right in the middle of the Grand Festival, too.

Wait, he's telling the truth?

(I nod my head in response to Henry, then pull Laurence in close.)

Laurence, buddy. You HAVE to accept that thing. Yeah, it's shit, but it's a PART of you.

Kyle. That thing is EVIL. And I didn't paraphrase what it said, I repeated it word-for-fucking-word! You kill it, I go into a "mental shutdown"!

Beating it up isn't exactly out of the question, though. Laurence, listen. That thing comes back, call us in. We will make sure it stops harrassing you, but that's only a short-term solution. In order to get rid of it for good, you HAVE to accept it as a part of who you are.

Kyle. What even is this thing Laurence is describing?

...the beginnings of a Persona, that's what. We'll deal with it in full after the Grand Festival is over.

Okay. If I see that thing again, I'll call you guys up.

Don't worry. You can count on us, Burnway. You're in good hands.

[ghostofthemost141]

I'll Be Back

Chapter 3

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.4 Ch.5. Ch.6. Ch.7. Ch.8.

About: Amelia 'Amy' Vargas had everything going for her. Her dream dog, big house, and in the honeymoon phase with her husband Alejandro Vargas. Her worst fear comes true when Alejandro is KIA during a mission. Or so she thinks. He comes back home, seemingly normal and like his usual self, but Rodolfo, who witnessed his death, is very suspicious.

Each chapter will have individual warnings

!Warnings!: Sprinkle of Suggestive Talk

“Do you need any help, amar?” Alejandro’s voice broke my thoughts. 

It’s been about a week since Alejandro has been home and today was the day that all of the guys were coming over to hang out. I was baking them some homemade lasagna as well as some garlic bread. 

“No, I’m good, Ale, but thank you.” I say, beaming up at him. 

Alejandro leaned down and kissed my neck, making me sigh in content. 

“I'll be sure to repay you greatly later~.” Alejandro's dropped an octave, sending chills down my spine. 

“I'll take you up on that offer then.” I flirt back, as Alejandro held my chin and made me look deep into his eyes, “but not right now. Our guests will be here soon.” 

“Fastidiar.” Alejandro mumbled as he pulled away from me and continued to finish cleaning up our place. 

I rolled my eyes at him, knowing that deep down it was because he loves me. I stuck the lasagna into the oven, setting the timer for forty minutes. 

“That already smells so good, querida.” Alejandro complimented. 

“Thank you, babe.” I say, “should we put Winston up for Johnny?” 

“I asked him about that and he said he was fine with Winston. Sent him a picture and everything.” Alejandro informed me. 

I nodded in response. Johnny has always disliked dogs due to the fact that he was attacked by so many at once during a mission he was on and he was by himself. I don't fault him for that at all but Winston loves everyone. I looked over to find Ale coddling Winston, as if Winston was a human baby. I smiled seeing that image. Imagine what he would do with our own child. Speaking of…

“You look adorable like that.” I comment. 

“Hm?” 

“Coddling him.” I say. 

“What does that mean?” Alejandro smirked. 

“I mean, well, if you're like that with a dog imagine how you would be with a human.” I comment, hoping he'd understand what I'm putting down. 

A smug smirk painted on Alejandro’s face. 

“You said later, so later It will be.” He remarked. 

“Lo que.” I mumble, turning my back to him and hearing him chuckle in response. 

You're such an ass sometimes Vargas but I surely don't regret marrying you. 

~

“Winston, this is Johnny.” I introduced Winston to Johnny. 

“Put yo’ damn hand ou’ for him Johnny.” Price commented as Johnny slowly crouched down to Winston's level. 

Of course Winston was wagging his tail with his ears perked up at Johnny but I could tell Johnny was a little nervous. 

“He won't bite, hermano. I promise.” Alejandro reassured him. 

Johnny nodded as he reached out and petted Winston on his head, Winston immediately licking his hand and smelling him. 

“Told you.” Simon mumbled. 

Johnny laughed as Winston walked up to Johnny and giving him a few licks on his face. 

“Alrigh’ Winston is good in my book.” Johnny announced.

“Huzzah!” I exclaimed out loud, making everyone chuckle. 

*BEEPBEEPBEEP* 

“Lasagna's ready.” I announce. 

“It smells delightful, Mrs. Vargas.” Gaz told me. 

“Gaz, I told you, just Amy is alright.” I reassure him. 

“Sorry, sorry.” Gaz said, knowing I was joshing him. 

As Johnny and them sat down at the dining table, Alejandro came to help me out. 

“Please Amelia, let me take over.” Alejandro begged. 

“No it's fine Ale, I promise.” I reassure him. 

I then leaned in close to his ear. 

“You still owe me that payback tonight.” 

Alejandro chuckled as he pecked my temple. 

“I won't forget.” He remarked with a smirk. 

Putting our feelings aside, Alejandro and I set the table and put the dishes and the dessert I made in the middle of the table. 

“Gracias por esta comida, Amelia.” Rudy thanked me. 

“De nada, Rudy.” I said with a smile. 

“It smells bloody fucking good.” Price commented, eyeballing the dish. 

“Well, dig in y'all.” I said. 

Quick as a flash, everyone got their hands on the dish, with Alejandro making sure I still got some despite not minding on not being able to get the first portion. In any normal setting, Alejandro always makes sure I eat first before he does, even if he just came back from a mission. We all ate in silence, but that to me is just a compliment in my eyes. 

“This is delicious, Amelia.” Simon spoke first, seeing his plate was nearly finished. 

“Thank you, Simon.” 

Simon had his balaclava off with just a black medical mask on his face. I never knew he was blonde until right after Alejandro and Los Vaqueros took down El Sin Nombre, but it suits him. Other times we have met up, Simon has worn his balaclava if we met up in public, but if we met at each other’s houses, he just opts for the medical mask. Johnny says it has taken him a while to even wear the balaclava mask over his normal Ghost mask so I know it will take a while for him to go maskless, in which he can take all the time that he needs. 

“I second that.” Price added. 

Everyone was non stop complimenting the dish and the dessert I made and it made me feel so good about myself. Besides being Alejandro’s wife, it made me feel like I had another purpose, in a weird way. 

“Alejandro, you're such a liar!” 

“¡No soy un maldito mentiroso!” Alejandro cursed at Johnny. 

“What?” I asked, finally joining in on their conversation. 

“During our mission together, I caught him kissing a picture of you.” Johnny said. 

Almost immediately a deep red blush emitted on Alejandro’s face. 

“Aww, you did miss me, Ale.” I joked, nudging him on the arm with my shoulder. 

In one swift movement, Alejandro quickly grabbed my face and smashed his lips onto mine. The entire crew went ‘OOOO” in a loud uproar, except for Simon, who just shook his head at the immaturity of his crew. Alejandro sneered his eyes at me as he smirked at me. 

“Te burlas de una mujer.” 

“Por eso soy Vargas.” I smirk back. 

“Oi you two get a room why don't ya!” Johnny exclaimed in a joking manner. 

“Sorry, sorry.” Alejandro flustered as he apologized, pulling away from me. 

“Dinner and dessert was lovely, Mrs. Vargas. I mean-Amy.” Gaz told me. 

“Why thank you Gaz.” I said. 

“Now, whose up for a game of never have I ever?” Johnny suggested. 

Oh boy. 

~ 

“Alrigh’. Never, uh have I ever-” 

“Read the bloody fucking card, Soap.” Simon grumbled at Johnny, who is not holding his alcohol down well. 

“I am! Never have I ever gone skinny dipping.” 

Shit. I know Alejandro is eyeing me right now. Why oh why? Oh fuck it. Alejandro and I grabbed our drink in unison and sipped it, hearing the entire dining room be emitted with gasps. 

“When did it happen?!” Johnny exclaimed. 

“Whenever we first got together. We were drinking by the pond and well, yeah.” Alejandro briefly said, not wanting to go into it anymore for a good reason. 

~

“Ale I'm not sure if this is a good idea!” I silently yelled as he started stripping. 

“Come onnn, have some fun chica!” Alejandro slurred his words a little, absolutely smashed from the alcohol we were drinking. 

I was about to yell at him until he stripped his shirt off. Despite it being pitch black outside, the moon was bright enough to emit light onto him. I could see his perky chest, his big arms and toned skin. Oh my God, he is hot. So hot. I turned away from being flustered. 

“Que? You scared to look?” Alejandro smirked. 

“Uh no! I just didn't..I don't know!” 

Alejandro chuckled, knowing that he did indeed caught me looking. He then reached down and pulled his jeans off. Shit, his legs were big as well. He could squeeze me head with those thighs. 

Wait, what? 

Amelia stop! 

“You're gonna get your clothes wet?” Alejandro asked. 

“N-No, I'm gonna..” I trailed off, procrastinating as much as I could. 

“What's wrong, Amelia?” Alejandro asked me as he walked up to me, sobering up a little bit. 

Alejandro got close to me, making my heart race. We just got together and he wants to go skinny dipping?! It's not the fact that he wants to swim naked, it's the fact that I know he is going to look down on me for how I look. 

“Amelia. Look at me.” Alejandro pleaded as he held my chin. 

I looked up at him and he held my chin in place to avoid me looking down. 

“Am I being too much?” 

“No, you're not Ale. You're just..not going to like how I look.” I confess. 

“Eso es una mierda.” Alejandro growled in annoyance. 

“It's true. It's not bullshit.” 

Alejandro slammed his lips onto mine, immediately running his tongue over my lips. I softly moaned into the kiss, feeling him force his tongue into my mouth. I had no idea what was happening but it all felt so good. So, so good. After a few seconds, Alejandro pulled his lips away, but remained close. 

“You are beautiful, querida. Join me in the water.” Alejandro said. 

Before I could even protest, Alejandro stripped his boxers off, holy shit, and jumped into the water. He rose back up, flicking his long, jet black hair out of his face. 

“Water feels great!” He calls out to me. 

I tiptoed close to the water, afraid of him seeing me. The water tickled my toes, but it was lukewarm at best. 

“I’ll turn around.” Alejandro offered, swimming around to turn his back to me. 

I waited a few seconds to see if he would peek and he didn’t. 

“I won’t peek I promise.” He reassured me, as if he was reading my mind. 

I sighed deeply, feeling relaxed and calm as I stripped my clothes off, tossing them next to Alejandro’s. Alejandro kept his back turned as I got into the water, making sure my entire body was submerged in the water as I swam towards him. 

“Thank you for not peeking.” I mumbled, announcing my presence. 

Alejandro whipped around, smiling big seeing me there. 

“Of course. Why would I?” 

I shrugged my shoulders, for I didn’t have any reason to think that way with him. I can tell that Alejandro was catching on. 

“You don’t have to tell me, but I am right here and here for you. You don’t have to worry about anything with me, hermosa.” Alejandro cooed to me. 

I giggled in response, feeling flustered. 

“Thank you, Ale.” 

“Ale?” 

“Your name is a mouthful sometimes.” I joke. 

Alejandro laughed, seeing the alcohol slowly wearing off. 

“Well then can I call you Amy then?” He asked. 

“Of course, Ale.” 

Alejandro then leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips that wasn’t sexual in any way, just full of love. Infinite love. 

~

[justagalwhowrites]

Jesus Christ. Gale saying that shit about not having a baby with her bc it would ruin a kid and then Joel “it was a mistake, it didn’t mean anything” Miller ramming his knife in alongside that, over and freaking over again.

Anna being Anna rn and leaving all her responsibilities with Goldie while Goldie is literally slowly sinking. My heart hurts for this poor woman lol

Ya know, I think we can all pierce together the info we have and know why Goldie left back then and I’m sorry but i don’t even blame her. Like Joel is being very infuriating. Honestly, I wouldn’t have even picked up the phone after Joel said he needs space lmao (but I’m also very petty tbh….)

I know Joel doesn’t mean to but he’s messing with her emotions and feelings and self worth so much. I almost wish Goldie wouldn’t just go back to him again and again after he hurts her. Like he just says some shit and she shoulders it all and she internalises it and every time it adds another cut and he just keeps doing it. Very frustrating!!!!

Ohhhh Bestie!

Gale is SUCH an asshole. I'm so glad everyone hates him so much lol I've tried to make him such a prick but not like... traditionally abusive. He was a man who helped support his wife's dreams (to a certain extent) and engaged her intellectually. He also is narcissistic and controlling and manipulative as hell. He never raised a hand to her, never cut her off from money, was never even really traditionally verbally abusive BUT he knows how to cut her self esteem down with surgical precision. And then there's Joel, who doesn't KNOW that he's making it worse but damn, does he ever.

I think, while Joel sees Goldie more clearly than just about anyone else does, he does, in some ways, put her on a pedestal. He looks at her and sees someone who is so smart and so talented that, even if she DID hear and know the things he said that weren't intended to for her to hear and know, they wouldn't hurt her because why would they? She's so far above that in his eyes that it would be meaningless to her. But of course, that's not how she sees herself.

I'm so glad you're seeing where she's coming from especially, though! I'm not sure I would have taken off across the country like that in her shoes but damn, I'd have wanted to!

Thank you for reading, bestie! Love you!