#but god fucking damn it it hurts so much that I'm engaged was met with I'm so disappointed and became a long discussion about religion

[galaxythreads]

Made cake at 11pm today to celebrate my engagement because my parents refused to be happy about it.There is perhaps a small amount of bitterness in me. Cake was good though. Even if it's kind of gray for some reason.

[labyrinth-runner]

Arranged marriage AU starter sentences: Could I request Jaskier x reader with the prompts “I…think I’m in love?” + Don’t cry. I promise I will love you and protect you to the best of my ability, til death do we part.” + “The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be.” Please and thank you!!!

This is so old but I'm trying to get back into writing fanfic on this site so I figured I'd try to clear out my inbox.

Also, I regret nothing because I would absolutely fuck a bard.

Summary: You're in an arranged marriage with Jaskier and meet him the day of your wedding. Sparks fly.

Word count: ~3800

Pairing: Jaskier x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mention of domestic violence, NSFW smut.

It wasn't something you wanted. Your father had traded you to settle a debt and quite frankly you were sure your father was the one benefitting the most from the arrangement. It all happened so fast. One moment you were singing in the garden with your mother as you hung up the wash and the next you were engaged to a man you hadn't met and wouldn't meet until you were before the gods and everyone at the altar. You were pissed. Who the hell did that to someone they were supposed to love? Who sold their own child like they were cattle to be easily replaced?

Your mother was against it, and she had pleaded with him to find another way, but your father would have none of it. Apparently it was your job to take care of the family, head of the household be fucking damned. She bought you time. That was all she could do. A week. She bought you a week. A week to make your wedding clothes as was tradition. Part of you wanted to show up in a burlap sack. But that wouldn't have been fair to you. You'd get one wedding, and even if it wasn't for love, you wanted to look beautiful. You wanted whoever your new husband was to know he was marrying an otherworldly beauty that he better not lay a hand on or the gods may smite him.

Your hands hurt. They were covered in pricks from the sewing needle as you put together your dress. It was lace and delicate and white. When you began to work, your mother had pulled out the chest she'd been saving fabric in for you. There were so many scraps and it tugged at your chest at the thought of her putting the collection together over the years for what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life. She helped you with the ribbons and even took apart an old pearl necklace your father had given her to help adorn the neckline and bodice. If you weren't pleased with your husband, you were going to be pleased with yourself.

The week passed by in a blink and you found yourself in the woods on your wedding day. Your heart was in your throat. You couldn't do this. You couldn't leave your mother. Who would help her around the house? Who would protect her from father when he had a little too much and lost more than he'd gained?

You wanted to spit at his feet where you stood at the edge of the clearing. He's going to lose more today than he'll ever gain, you vowed. He began to walk forward, but you tried to walk backwards. His hand clamped around your arm so fast.

"Listen, you good for nothing brat, you will go up there. You will pledge yourself to Lord Jaskier. You will pay my debt or I will make your mother pay," your father harshly whispered in your ear. His breath smelled like whiskey and it churned your empty stomach. "Understood?"

You nodded, hot tears pricking your eyes. You clutched the bunch of wildflowers you'd picked along the way in your hand. Turning back to the clearing, you took in the man waiting for you. Lord Jaskier. You finally had a name. He was quite handsome. His hair was slightly long. Enough that you wanted to tug. He wore a red jacket, and his face had a scruffy shadow to it. But it was his eyes that drew you in. The brilliant blue of a sea you'd never seen. His eyes that lit up as soon as they saw you. He held a hand out to you as you walked down the makeshift aisle.

Your heart thudded in your chest as your father shoved you towards him, tripping on a branch. You braced for the ground, but hands were out to catch you. When you straightened, you found that they were attached to your future husband. He was glaring at your father, but his hands were so gentle on you.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice full of concern.

A stray tear slipped down your cheek. You couldn't tell if it was because of this whole situation or from relief that he at least didn't seem like a monster.

His brows pinched down as he frowned, reaching up to swipe the tear away with his thumb. "Don’t cry, dear heart. I promise I will love you and protect you to the best of my ability, til death do we part and all that,” he stammered.

"And all that," you echoed.

He smiled at you then, and it was as if the sun had shone down from the sky. He did not let go of your hand as you walked towards the officiant. You didn't know if it was because he was afraid you would bolt or because he genuinely wanted to keep touching you. His thumb rubbed yours throughout the ceremony. When it came time for the hand fasting, he gave your hand an affectionate squeeze. You vowed to love and cherish him and some other things that you'd parroted back, but honestly your head was swimming.

This stranger was your husband. This handsome stranger was your husband. He was going to expect things. Things you hadn't really done or experienced before, but things he looked as if he'd be well versed at. What if he didn't love you? What if he never loved you? As your father had shown you, men would say whatever they needed in order to get what they want. Why would Jaskier be any different?

The reception was joyful and loud. The food was good, but it wasn't memorable.

"Love, are you enjoying yourself?" Jaskier asked, picking apart the chicken on his plate.

You nodded absentmindedly, thinking about a million other things than the party going on around you. His hand reached over to take yours. He raised it to his lips, placing a kiss across your knuckles. "Would you care to dance?"

"Oh I'm really not much of a dancer..."

"Then we can just sway together," he said, smiling softly at you. He stood, pulling you gently up with him. You were guided to the middle of the dancers, letting him lead you through the dance.

“The moment I saw you, I knew we were meant to be," he told you, quiet enough that only you could hear as he turned you into his chest.

"In the clearing?" you asked, breathless. He couldn't possibly mean it.

"No, in your garden singing with your mother one afternoon. You were so beautiful and your voice was mesmerizing," his voice was warm and his breath hot against your ear. "I knew then that I needed you in my life."

"And if my father hadn't owed a debt?" you asked, swallowing the dry lump in your throat.

"Then I suppose I would have had to compete with the rest of the men in your village for your heart," he said, spinning you out.

You were dizzy, moreso from his words than the spinning. "Lord Jaskier... what are you saying?"

He pulled you back towards him, running the back of his hand along your cheek, down your neck, further down until his hand settled on your hip.

“I…think I’m in love?”

It was a question. You pulled away from him, feeling cold at the loss of contact. "I think that's enough dancing." You trudged off down a side path, not paying attention to where you were going.

"Wait!" He called after you, following you down the path. "Why are you running?"

"I'm not running."

"You know what I mean."

"Forgive me for not feeling in the mood to celebrate a marriage to a man my father owed a debt. I'm not some prize cattle."

"I never said you were?"

"You can't possibly love me. And you said it like a question. Who admits their love like its a question?"

"I do love you!" He declared, grabbing your hand and stopping you before you walked into the lake. You hadn't noticed it looming in the distance.

"You don't even know me," you murmured, rubbing your arm with your free hand. The forest closed in on you. Birds and insects chirped in the darkness, punctuated by the sound of the water lapping on the shore. The moon reflecting off the lake cast Jaskier in an ethereal glow.

"I'll admit that I know you better than you know me, and I should like to remedy that," he said.

"You-"

He cut you off, listing how you take your tea, the songs you sing when you think no one is around, your favorite flower, "and you love your mother more than anything and protect her from your father."

"And you're taking me away from her! Who will protect her now?" You choked on a sob. His words drew a visceral reaction from you. You felt exposed. Laid bare. Like you stood naked against a man in full armor.

He pulled you close, wrapping you in his arms. "I know, love. I've got someone taking care of it. I need you to trust me."

You nodded into his neck. Then a thought dawned on you. "Jaskier, why do you love me? I didn't even know you existed really until this week. "

"You might as well ask a man why he breathes, love," he said with a chuckle. "I love you because you're you." He kissed your forehead before resting his chin against the top of your head.

This gentle man was your husband. Something in your chest clicked into place. He really did love you. And from what you'd seen from him so far, you did like him. Maybe even love. He protected you. He cared about you. He was incredibly handsome. And now he was singing some elven lullaby softly in your ear and his voice was so soothing. Too soothing. He'd put you to sleep at this rate. You turned to tell him to stop, your lips grazing his cheek. Was he blushing? You smirked. Maybe he wasn't as experienced as you thought? Or maybe he just really liked you? You bit your lip before making a decision. You pressed a firm kiss to his cheek. Then a tentative one to the corner of his mouth. You pulled back, watching him carefully. He cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your cheek bone. Then he was leaning closer and you found yourself leaning right back in. His lips were soft and warm. He kissed you carefully at first, as if you'd pull back and change your mind. When you didn't, his hand sank into your hand, pulling you flush against him as he kissed you hard. Your hands fisted in his shirt as you walked him back up against a tree. You sucked on his bottom lip, curious as to how he'd taste. He tasted like fruity wine and he groaned against your mouth. His other hand gripped your hip and you couldn't help it. You wanted more. You were curious as to what he knew and how he could make you feel. You'd heard stories from the other wives about the first night and most had said it was disappointing, but you felt as if he would thrill you.

But, you also knew that he wouldn't push you. You'd have to make him beg so he knew you wanted it and that you were letting him do it. You took his hand and slid it up towards your chest, laying it over your breast before squeezing his hand so he squeezed you. He let out a whine against your lips, squeezing a little harder.

He pulled back, leaning his forehead against yours as he panted hard. He spun you so that your back was against the tree. His lips were desperate, trailing kisses along your jaw, down to your ear where he gently nipped your earlobe, and then down your neck. His breath against your skin sent shivers down your spine. He kneeled before you, his hands resting on your ankles. "Please, love."

"Please what?" you asked, breathless.

His hand tentatively pushed up your dress hem, placing a kiss to your left knee. "Please let me have you. All of you. I will make it worth your while. I will show you stars and sing songs about your beauty. I will worship you as my muse." He kissed a trail up your thigh, your skirt lopsided. You drew a sharp breath as his lips grazed your hip, tilting your head against the rough tree bark.

"All of me?" you asked him, a teasing tone. "My heart isn't so freely given."

"Then let me earn it," he begged.

You looked down at him. His eyes shone in the moonlight and he looked so desperate, his pupils large with more than just lust. You thought back to something your neighborhood friend had said, and decided to be bold. You swung your left leg over his shoulder. "Then earn it."

His eyes widened as he turned his head, his lips making full contact with your thigh. He kissed a trail up, up, up, his left hand pushing your dress up and all the way to the side.

The air was cold against your naked flesh, your nerves suddenly creating a storm in your belly. No man had seen you like this before. And here your husband was looking at you, not as if he'd seen so many before, but as if you were a new, uncharted territory. An enchanted artifact lost to time and just now discovered. He placed a kiss to your hip and continued to kiss across your waist. His eyes the whole time looking up at you, taking in every moment, prepared to stop should you request it. His mouth hovered in front of your sensitive skin and you could feel his hot breath, making you squirm. He placed a tentative kiss above your slit. You sucked in a breath and the bastard smiled. His confidence was growing and he licked along you. The sensation was foreign but not unwelcome. And then his tongue was entering, searching, finding. Your hand slid into his hair, grabbing it hard to pull him closer. He groaned against you, his hands now gripping you hard as he shoved his face against you. He was licking and sucking and you were lost trying to figure out the motions of it all because all you could do was feel. Your head leaned hard against the tree, your hair knotting in the bark as you tried to focus but it was all so new and amazing. Your heart was beating madly in your chest to the point where it felt as though it might burst out against your ribs and you'd die here in this bliss in this man's arms. He devoured you as if no food or drink could satisfy his hunger, only you. It was then that you fully grasped the devotion of this man.

Here he was on his knees.

Here he was taking care of you before asking anything of you in return.

Here he was worshipping you.

Here was your husband.

Here was a man you could love. Who clearly loved you.

Your body began to tremble, your legs weak as you felt like every lick of his tongue and suck of his lips wound something tighter within you. You were leaning more fully on him, and he reached up , throwing your other leg over his shoulder and you let him, knowing it wouldn't hold you up on its own anymore. Your back dug further into the tree, but you didn't care. You bucked against his mouth. Reaching up, you grabbed onto a branch above you.

"J-jaskier!" You gasped, feeling as if you were on the edge of an uncharted cliff. Down below would be darkness. Down below was the unknown. He sucked hard on your clit and you realized you didn't care. Down below was adventure and Jaskier. You threw yourself over that edge, falling, falling, falling and suddenly crashing waves hit you and you realized what it was. Down below was bliss and you were swimming in it. Drowning in it. Gulping it deep down into your throat.

The night air was cold and rough in your lungs as you struggled to catch your breath. Jaskier licked you languidly before placing a gentle kiss to your clit. He pulled back, carefully placing your legs back on the earth. Still, he held onto them, which was probably for the best as you were still very wobbly.

"I think you earned it," you breathed, looking down at him. His hair was positively disheveled from your hands, and the boyish grin he gave you almost made your knees give out on the spot. You joined him on the ground, kneeling before him, remembering the things that were actually supposed to happen on your wedding night and suddenly wanting them to happen very much if you felt like this just from his mouth, his glorious mouth. Your hands fisted the lapels of his jacket, pulling him in for a hot kiss. He tasted like you. That thought clanged through you as you continued to kiss him, pushing his jacked off his shoulders. You slid your hands under his shirt, feeling the strong muscles of his chest.

He pulled back, holding your face in his hands. "We don't have to if you don't want-"

You cut him off with another kiss. "No, I want to, I want to very much." You kissed him rapidly in succession, your lips trailing down his jaw to his neck, nipping his collar bone. He moaned at that, gently pushing you away to pull off his shirt and give you more access. Your lips were greedy, marking every square inch of him you could find, kissing down, down, down to the edge of his pants. There was a visible bulge in his trousers that you were curious about. You'd seen a man's member before, entirely by accident, but this was different. The was your lover. Your hands trembled slightly as you reached for the ties to his pants, tugging them loose until he was free.

He was glorious. You took it in your hand, stroking the velvety skin. Jaskier hissed, leaning his head down in the grass. A wicked thought crossed your mind. But, he was your husband and you could do with each other as you wished. So you leaned down, taking him in your mouth. Jaskier swore, his hand reflexively settling on your head, just resting there as you moved up and down, sliding your tongue hard against him. You enjoyed how he squirmed, and it made you want to do more, twirling your tongue around the head until Jaskier softly pulled you off. He sat up, sliding his hands up your legs, hiking your skirt up with it until his hands settled on the soft swell of your ass. He gripped you firmly, pulling you forward and into his lap. You placed your hands on his shoulders for balance. You could feel him beneath you, his heat radiating against your core. Looking down at him with a smirk, you decided to tease him, dragging yourself so that the head of his cock slipped just ever so slightly back and forth along your slit. He took the deepest breath.

"It's going to hurt at first," he murmured. "You control the speed and depth."

You nodded. You leaned your forehead against his, exhaling and slowly sinking down onto him. He was a great length, not too long or too short, and just the right thickness to stretch you in a way that felt snug. Still, inch by inch you lowered yourself down, breathing through clenched teeth until you were fully seated on him.

Jaskier kissed you softly. "You are amazing."

You kissed him long and slow as you adjusted, clenching around him to test it out. His hands tightened around your hips.

"Love," he said, his voice strained.

You kissed him, pressing hard against his mouth and began to move. The two of you went slow at first, but then you started to pick up the pace, speeding up every time you found him getting in sync with you. He drilled up into you and you pushed him down into the ground, your hands tightening on his shoulders. You felt that same pressure building within you as he captured your lips with his, kissing you as if you were air and he were drowning. He felt amazing and then he was hitting a new spot as he adjusted your hips and your head was swimming. You couldn't keep up, haphazardly smashing your hips against his as you were pulled back into a sea of bliss, seeing stars behind your eyelids. Jaskier swallowed your strangled cry, holding you close against him. He gasped your name, slowing down until his stilled within you. His chest was sweaty beneath your hands. You rested your cheek against his collar bone as you caught your breath. He gently slid out of you, tucking himself back into his pants before turning on his side to hold you. You were both looking over the vast expanse of the lake, listening to it lap against the shore as you just enjoyed being together.

Jaskier kissed the top of your head. "I wasn't planning to make love to you in the woods," he said. His chuckle rumbled along your spine.

"No, most people don't." you replied, feeling cheeky. You turned to him, resting your head on the inside of his arm. "Is that what we did, make love?"

"Depends. If you felt like love grew from it then yes, otherwise I guess we just fucked." He looked at you expectantly.

You kissed his nose. "I love you."

Jaskier kissed you long and slow, savoring you. "Good, because you're stuck with me." His smirk set your heart aflame.

"I am curious, though..."you said with a grin.

"What about, love?"

"If this was making love then what does it feel like to fuck?"

Jaskier grinned wolfishly. "Oh, you'll find out. Preferably in bed, though, where I don't have sticks pressed into my arse during it."

You shoved him playfully, rolling up to stand. The moon was sinking down towards the horizon. It would be day soon in a few hours. "Where to now, husband?"

Jaskier stood, picking his shirt off the ground. He shook off the leaves before pulling it on over his head. He picked up his jacket and hung it around your shoulders. You hadn't realized you were shivering in the midnight chill. "I think we go home." He offered you his hand and you took it this time without hesitation, letting him lead you towards your new life.

[porkcutletbowl44]

So I will write this ask while reading chapter 16 because my mind is too smooth to do it afterwards.

frist of all, SINCE WHEN CAN YOU TWIST OPEN A BEER BOTTLE BABY GIRL BEER BOTTLES ARE NORMALLY CAPS ONLY THE CHEAP ONE IN PASTIC IS WITH A TWIST OPENING

damn my german ass came out for a sec. But i really think they would have proper beer. The shit in the plastic bottles is piss with the wrong label on it and I don't even like beer to begin with LOL But it seems they are into it which… damn kinda sad but I guess that's a german thing to see cheap beer as a crime 😭💀

God, I love the interactions with the boys sooo much! It's so funny and makes me miss my old friend group. well at least the good parts of it and that wasn't much to being with 🥴

microwaving cereal 😭😭😭 I'm laughing so hard right now omg I never was drunk in my 24 years of living so it always makes me the one who holds the hair or fight of the guys who think they could get a quick fun. No fun with me, I will ruin they're night for good haha Only got tipsy twice and the first time I kinda regret because I didn't register how much the one dude overstep the line with this one girl. Mind you I just met her at the party but she was so sweet. God I would have beaten the living shit out of him. Still hate him to this day and he is a close friend of my cousin which is like a sister to me. Damn sorry for the rant LOL

NO HE DOES NOT ACT LIKE THIS MY GOD THIS MAN MAKES ME SO MAD I never wanted to punch a character in a fic so much as I want to punch Simon. Wtf is he thinking? Mf was cheating, is engaged with another woman who makes our life way too hard and he thinks it's all fine and dandy to tell us that WE are selfish??????

Jesus fucking Christ, Keegan needs to punch the shit out Simon. Holy moly macaroni i'm so mad

"Rank ain't gonna save you from a broken nose."

OMG JUST DO IT! BEAT HIM OMG PLS

I don't get it. I DON'T HIM! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN

of course Keegan is a sweet boy like always. How he can hold back not to give us small kisses is beyond me but ok. Well maybe because I'm someone who gives affection to everyone that is close to me, be it friends or family.

YES MY FAVORITE DADDY IS FINALLY HERE! Was about time that Price is joining! God, he is so sweet. He always reminds me of a Berniece Mountain dog! Big, gentle, protective and efficient at work. They are one of my fav dogs so maybe I'm a bit biased haha

wow, the fact that he called it out all those years ago? John knows Simon really well. We should have listened to him more. On the other hand, he also said, Simon would never hurt us and now look at this mess. My God, I just feel so sorry for our girl.

Jesus every time we get a flashback of better times... I makes heart so heavy. This story feels so real, like we're a fly on the wall that watches a tragedy unfold.

Please give me a man like Price, he is such a sweet mew mew

not me almost crying at his little speech of how much he cares for her 😭😭

Song recommendation: Another Life - Motionless in White

HIIIII! it's wonderful hearing from you again I hope all is well! 🫶🏻💛

Tbh, I did a little research about beer in the UK, and some of it is similar to the US aluminum caps lol

And, I'm not sure if you read chapter 17 yet, so I'll refrain from commenting on the Simon rant to avoid spoilers 🫠

Peepaw Price cures depression for FREE. that's free therapy and I'm taking it!! 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️

(MOTIONLESS IN WHITE MENTION RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH💖💖💖)

[writergreentypes]

Whumptober 2023

Hello I'm back with whumptober prompts :)

1- "how many fingers am I holding up?"

Setting: Antarctic Empire

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Techno regretted coming to consciousness the moment he did so.

Ow. Ow ow ow.  Primes, the Lady, and the Mother, everything hurt so fucking much. 

He blinked his eyes open after some consideration and was met with the sight of cold blue sky in the far distance, craggy rock and ice framing the otherwise picturesque view. 

Huh. He was at the bottom of a ravine. 

He’d barely had time to register that fact before a small hand not-so-gently patted him on the cheek, a familiar voice ringing in his ears a moment later.

“Techno? Emperor? Blade? Hellooooo, anyone in there? I’ll take spirits of the Blood God, at this point.”

The voice was faux-casual, but there was a definite amount of concern behind the even tone, and that more than anything got Techno’s brain to start moving.

Techno blinked a few more times as he tried to take a deep breath, wincing as he realized the sharp ache in his side was probably broken ribs. He tried moving, regardless, and made it as far as pushing himself up on his elbows before his body thoroughly rebelled and refused to move another inch. 

“Wow, hey- don’t do that-”

Techno squinted at the vaguely blurry blue figure in front of him, finally recognizing Sneegsnag through all the fog in his brain. The inchling didn’t look injured- which made one of them, apparently- but he did look worried, and that was never a good sign. He grinned at Techno anyways, considerably closer than he usually would be since Techno was laying on the floor. 

“Good to see you not dead,” Sneeg remarked, relief coloring his words despite their casual nature. “You hit your head pretty damn hard, though. How many fingers am I holding up?”

Techno shook his head in an attempt to focus, and the new jolt of pain in his spine managed that well enough. His vision slowly sharpened, and he painfully brushed some blood-soaked hair out of his face as he frowned, focusing on Sneeg’s hand, which was-

Techno coughed out an exasperated groan and let his head tip back to lean against the cool stone once more.

“One,” he grumbled. “Very funny, Sneeg.”

"Heh."

Techno rubbed at his eyes, grimacing when he pulled his hand away and saw his gloves soaked with blood. He turned his hand and wiped away at his face again, clearing off some of the blood that stained his face and dripped down his cheeks.

“What happened?” he asked, glancing back towards Sneeg, who was poking at his communicator with a furrowed brow.

His lieutenant frowned, pausing in his motions to meet Techno’s gaze. 

“You hit Conduit Mode around 0900 hours,” Sneeg said slowly, glancing up at the clear sky. “Do you remember that part? The Southern forces had pushed us back to the treeline.”

Techno did vaguely remember that part of the battle. His… Phil had taken the 2nd and 3rd Divisions west to pincer, but the enemy reinforcements had come sooner than expected, so it had just been Techno, about half of the 1st Division, and the Imperial Guard, and…

“We lost Mika,” Techno said hoarsely, the last moments of his Guardsman suddenly fresh in his mind. He closed his eyes, allowing himself a heartbeat to mourn his fallen comrade before pushing himself back into the present. “I engaged after that.”

“Yeah.” Sneeg’s own voice was quiet. “Most of the 1st got out, by the way. And so far as I know, the rest of the Guard is still alive.” His expression was grim when Techno opened his eyes again, the black markings on his face making the lines even more severe. “You did… something, some Ancients bullshit or whatever, and basically collapsed the cliffside.” He nodded off to the right. “We’re the only ones in this part, but I’m pretty sure you buried the first five rows of their infantry in that mess. Some probably survived.” 

“That explains why I hate myself so much at the moment.” Techno managed to push himself up onto his elbows this time, gritting his teeth at the waves of mind-numbing agony rolling through his body with even that small amount of movement. He dragged himself back against a rock so he could sit up, leaning back and coughing out another breath and- oh yeah. Ribs were broken. “Communications?”

“Mine’s still working.” Sneeg wiggled his communicator even as he went back to typing. “I sent our coords directly to the good General. It’s gonna take a bit for them to get to us, though.” He looked back up at Techno and grimaced. “You’ve been unconscious for… over an hour, I think?”

“Ouch,” Techno said dryly. “And why haven’t you gone and regrouped with the others?”

Sneeg gave him a look that very clearly said You fucking idiot.

“Uh, because my Emperor, whom I am a Guardsman of, was lying unconscious at the bottom of a ravine in a pool of his own blood?” Sneeg raised both eyebrows, managing to look both incredulous and insulting at the same time. “You know, upholding my job requirement?”

“Fair enough.” Techno pressed a cautious hand to his ribs, biting back a growl at the painful sensation. “Do you have any regen potions?”

Techno generally tried to down a regen potion before hitting “Conduit Mode,” as Sneeg so kindly put it. While his version of channeling divine energy was less taxing than Phil’s, it still hit like a bitch, and the regen helped with both the blood loss and the general exhaustion that came with it.

Sneeg just grimaced, which was as good of an answer as any. 

“Just health pots left,” the inchling admitted. “And a speed, but that’s not really helpful right now.”

"...Damn."

-

Some AntEmp boys to start- everyone welcome in Sneeg!

[drawing-way-outside-the-lines]

➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖      

Chapter 26 - Old Messages, pt. 2.

--------------Congo's point of view--------------------

I had promised myself there would be no more between me and Andy, but already the next day, I knew it was impossible to keep. I wanted him more than ever, and breakfast was almost impossible to get through. Marius was sweet, lovingly sitting on my lap, trying to feed me breakfast pancakes, while I was trying to pretend to read the morning news paper. I was mainly trying to avoid eye contact with him. I had never cheated on a partner before. And the burning feeling in My stomach was awful to bare. I had tried reading a few lines of the paper, but I kept getting interrupted by visions of Andy and I kissing in the forest last night. It was impossible to concentrate in anything. It was impossible denying I wanted more. The whole day I was wandering around aimlessly, I couldn't get Andy out of my head, and being with Marius made my guilt grow every minute. So late afternoon I decided to drive 2 km to a small mountain town, located behind my dads house. Not even the fresh air could clear my head, even though I tried my best. The evening seemed to run at snail speed, so I decided to call it a night already around 9. It was early for me, and Marius did question it a bit. I couldn't sleep however, thoughts of Andy and how this situation could possibly turn in my favor, were racing my mind. I had loved him 10 years. 10 whole years. Since the very first night I met him. And now he had finally fallen for me. But being engaged to a vampire, was a deadly cocktail, at least for the one standing in the way. I knew I needed to get as far away as possible, but he was my Andy. It's safe to say I hoped and begged it was him on the line, when suddenly my phone lit up in the dark bedroom later that night.

Andy: I miss you. A lot. I wish I could wrap your arms around me, and fall asleep like that. Safe. I sit here looking at the pics of you and Marius… all I can focus on is you… Your lips Your beard How I wanna run my fingers through your hair Your chest Your upper arms I love you I just wanna see you again. I know I need to shut up and move on. I don't wanna hurt you. I know I said everything yesterday… but I just keep running it on repeat. I just wish there were some way we could be together… and no one getting hurt. I just really need you! Close. Always. You keep me calm. You always made me feel safe. You were always so nice to me…. took so good care of me. I miss you so fucking much!! Miss your smell…. I love you.

Congo: I love you too.

Andy: You have no idea what those words mean to me.

Congo: I know what it means to hear them from you.

Andy: <3 I'm so in love with you!

Congo: I'm so in love with you too.

Andy: What are you doing now?

Congo: In bed.

Andy: Were you sleeping? Did I wake you up?

Congo: No, I couldn't sleep.

Andy: Oh… why not?

Congo: Thinking of you.

Andy: Good or bad?

Congo: Both, I guess.

Andy: What was the good?

Congo: YOU.

Andy: (He sent a smiley with stars in it's eyes) And then what's the bad?

Congo: That I can't have you.

Andy: I know! (Smiley crying on the floor)

Congo: What are you doing? Just sitting around in your room?

Andy: Yeah… can't sleep. I'm too restless… horny… confused…

Congo: I guess I feel sort of the same. Plus, it's too hot to sleep.

Andy: Take some clothes off.

Congo: I'm already naked.

Andy: :3 DAMN (followed by a row of blushy and pervy smileys)

Congo: You are crazy.

Andy: You love that about me.

Congo: Yes.

Andy: You make me hard!

Congo: By telling you I'm naked?

Andy: Yes!!! Of course!! You are fucking hot!!! GOD! That bulgy chest of yours!!!!!!!

Congo: What more?

Andy: Your big warm arms.

Congo: Anything else?

Andy: Your kind eyes… Your sexy beard Your strong upper arms Your v of muscles above your jeans line! Your firm ass Your muscly thighs GOD! I fucking want you so much!!!!

Congo: I want you too.

Andy: How much?

Congo: So much that I'm touching myself.

Andy: (Crying smiley, followed by a smiley leaning against a wall) First one was a finger spass… sorry…

Congo: What does the second one mean?

Andy: I wish I was outside your bedroom door!

Congo: Me too!

Andy: I want to feel your naked body against mine… making love to you all night and morning.

Congo: Mmm yeah… I would love that. Feeling my hands all over your perfect body. Tasting your skin. Feeling myself grow inside you.

Andy: Fuck!!! I wanna taste you too… and feel you so badly!!!!! You're so strong and warm. I can't get enough of your warmth! I wish I could push myself inside you, and just live in there…just merge with you… Are you still touching yourself?

Congo: Yes.

Andy: DAMN! I wish I could crawl under your blanker and give you a blowjob. I really wanna swallow you, taste your cum again. Mmmmmm! Tell me how you touch yourself…

Congo: I am slowly stroking my dick, and pulling lightly in my balls. Thinking of you. Wanting your hands and mouth on me.

Andy: Fuck yeah!!!!!!!!!! Wait… what are we doing? I;m so hot now I'm almost burning up!! And I'm touching myself I'm so hard it almost hurts!

Congo: The sweat is running off me. I want you so bad I think I'm gonna scream out your name soon!

Andy: FUCK!!! We need to cool down!

Congo: I know. How about we take a shower? Together. I mean, as together we can. I'll go jump in my shower, you go jump in yours… We jerk off with the thoughts of each other, and when we are done, we meet up here again? You can go to your bed as well, and we can keep talking till we get tired enough to sleep, or simply keep going till we fall asleep?

Andy: Yes! I'm in! I really need to cum! But as I'm quite challanged on that some days, I really need help… this might do :3 just the thought of you makes my insides buzz and my heart pound!

Congo: I know! I feel the same way about you. I'll meet you here in 10-15 minutes. I love you.

Andy: I love you too. (20 minutes later) I'm back!

Congo: Me too.

Andy: :) you make me smile and get butterflies in my stomach.

Congo: :) you too.

Andy: Really??? :D

Congo: Yes.

Andy: I'm melting!

Congo: :)

Andy: Did you cum?

Congo: Yes :) you?

Andy: Yes! Could almost not stand on my legs, that's how good it was!

Congo: Perfect!

Andy: Yes! :3 I kept thinking of your face :3

Congo: Only my face?

Andy: More or less. Only one time I thought of you sucking me. The rest of the time, I just pictured your smile… well, your profile pic here mostly…

Congo: You make me so happy.

Andy: Why? :)

Congo: Because now there's no longer a single shred of doubt in me. I know you are in fact in love with me too. That it's not just lust and a crush. I mean. You didn't just focus one me naked or fucking you. It was my face. Me as a person.

Andy: I told you! :)

Congo: I know, but it sounds too good to be true. Well, it is, since we can't be together. It stings in my heart every time I think of it.

Andy: :/ I don't want you to get hurt, or get bad health because of this. If its easier I'll stop writing these things to you, and we will somehow rewind time till before I told you… at least imagine that part…

Congo: No. Please. Even if it makes things a million times harder, I need to know you love me too. You did the right thing. We will find a way to control this, cause we have to. But for the rest of this night, let us just go to bed, and pretend to cuddle, how does that sound? No bad vibes before sleeping :) Let's keep it light.

Andy: Sounds nice. I would say perfect, but perfect would be you laying next to me, in reality…

Congo: I know sweety. Let's crawl to bed at least this way.

Andy: Alright, I just need to finish eating my bread…

Congo: You're eating? (Back then Andy had a lot of trouble eating. He had gotten of alcohol after around 10 years as an alcoholic, and his stomach wasn't used to solid food. On top of that he had a lot of anxiety around food, so it was a rare thing to see him eat more than a bit of fruit salad or a small bowl of cereal with milk or yoghurt)

Andy: Yes, a big piece of bread with butter and raisins :)

Congo: That makes me happy <3 thank you.

Andy: You don't have to thank me :) I don't wanna die any longer, remember? (he also used to be very suicidal)

Congo: Yes :) but that's also almost too good to believe.

Andy: :) just give me 2 minutes to get done…

Congo: Sure take your time.

Andy: (A few minutes later) I'm done, but I have raisins all over my mouth, I'm gonna go brush my teeth… Congo…how heavy does Marius sleep?

Congo: Pretty heavy, why?

Andy: Uhm, I'm in my own bedroom, so A surely wont hear me. Maybe if you think it wont wake up Marius, I could call you, and we could whisper a bit to each other? Or just be on the line, so we can just feel each other near? Or is that stupid?

Congo: No, it's not stupid. I would very much like that :)

Andy: :D I'll be right back!

Congo: Yes.

Andy: (Another few minutes later) Can I call now?

Congo: Yes :)

Andy: :D

We talked for about 45 minutes that night, till I no longer got an answer. I could hear him breathe deeply, and it was comforting knowing he was safe asleep. I kept pressing my phone againts my ear, as if I was trying to get him closer to me. I fell asleep much later with a smile on my lips, but a heavy heart knowing it was all wrong, and we had to stop.

[gettingbyy]

10/2/2024, 10/15/2024, 10/17/2024

this post is for mouse, but you can read it, too.

i was morally obligated to use this cover photo. miss you bbg <3

10/2/2024

limerence

"a state of involuntary obsession with another person. the experience of limerence is different from love or lust in that it is based on the uncertainty that the person you desire, called the "limerent object," also desires you." --Psychology Today

"a state of mind resulting from romantic feelings for another person. it typically involves intrusive and melancholic thoughts, or tragic concerns for the object of one's affection, along with a desire for the reciprocation of one's feelings... limerence can be considered romantic love, passionate love, infatuation, lovesickness, or even love madness." --Wikipedia, Dorothy Tennov as primary source

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10/15/2024

since i started this draft (awhile ago now), i've had several "breakthroughs" you could say about why i felt the way i was re: W, and it's really changed the trajectory i thought this blog would go. originally, i was just going to write about limerence and how it's affected this whole situation, but i now know it goes beyond that. i alluded to it in our call last saturday, i didn't want to go into too much detail with A there, though. she would understand what i have to say & why, and honestly i've already told her a lot of it, but i also know it would hurt her to hear all over again.

as far as limerence goes, this was definitely my first time experiencing it, or at least experiencing it to this degree. i'd asked A about how i was when we first met and started getting ~~~romantic~~~ and she said i was very chill and normal about the whole situation. the main difference from back then is she was matching my energy in a way W hasn't for... a couple months now. i just went back to the beginning of our discord messages (we traded info a couple days after we met on hinge) and god damn i think he talked to me more in the first two weeks than he has in the last month. i was getting a few hours a day of conversation, and if one of us fell asleep or dropped off in the middle of a convo, we finished it the next time someone messaged. he was messaging first, he was engaged and interested in my interests, sharing more about himself and telling stories. fuck, dude.

anyway.

HOLY SHIT i just saw a thing where apparently you can ask chatgpt to give you an analysis of your text messages with someone and it will tell you what it thinks of the interactions/relationship. brb doing this immediately lmaooooooooo

wow. i'm having a full-on conversation with AI right now lol. this is kind of wild. it's actually offering some really solid advice, and the analysis has gotten insanely fast. i'm a little scared 🙃 i'll share more about what it said next time we talk, or maybe i'll just put it straight into the server if you're interested. it reflected a lot of what you and i have talked about, and stuff that A's said as well which is pretty mindboggling.

10/17/2024

ANYWAYS AGAIN

no more derailment, i promise. hopefully.

developments since last writing: i went to his house yesterday lol. i've been trying to get him to find us time to hang out and yesterday afternoon he was like "what time are you done with work?" and i was like "between 430-445" and he was like "i'm done with a meeting at 5 and have another one at 545, do you want to hang out?" and i was like "yes" thinking we'd like meet and get coffee real quick or something and then he was like "you need my address" and i was like oh shit i guess that's happening. so it did, and it was really nice. i went over after work and he showed me around his place a little bit, i admired his plants and brandon sanderson books, and then we went on a walk to this little mini park down the street from him. it was over way too fast, but i got like 6 hugs and tbh i really wanted to kiss him the entire time but i resisted. i want him to earn it a little more lmao. i definitely appreciated him squeezing me in like that. hopefully next time we can like, hang out on a weekend or something so we're not so time-constrained.

i also noticed he's been paying like... a lot of attention to things i've said/done, more than i realized. i was razzing him about his heat (his house was set to 67) and he said "i know you don't pay as much attention to physical characteristics, but i am quite a yeti" referring to me being ace. and he asked me follow-up questions on some things that were going on at work/in life that i'd talked about when we first. i think he does like me tbh, he's just so overwhelmed/overextended from his job that it makes it hard for him to engage. i guess i'll have to decide if that's a dealbreaker for me or not, cos i'm not sure it would really get better. like, he's looking for a different job and all, but given his line of work i feel like it's just going to be more of the same no matter where he goes. what helps is that it is so much better when we're in-person, so i know there's definitely something there, it's just... less accessible than i'd like it to be. also he kissed me on the head when he hugged me goodbye and i almost died of cuteness ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

to turn it around completely and go back to the original reason i started writing this, the whole "sort of ghosting but not really but sort of" and also "not seeming to listen to my needs/asks" was super triggering in a way i didn't expect/recognize at first. i know you already know this from watching it happen in real time, but with how A's and my relationship was, it really kind of beat down on my self esteem/self image slowly over the years. with all the fighting we did, and the reasons that were usually given for the anger/annoyance, i really had myself convinced for a long time that the problem was who i am as a person. a lot of times, it felt like i was just vibing and being me and all of a sudden i'd be hit with so much anger and criticism and frustration from her because of something i said or did or some way that i was acting. i've processed and gotten through a lot of it, and it's especially helped that we've healed our relationship towards each other, but it's been so long since i had like... actual romantic feelings for someone that i didn't realize i hadn't processed that side of things. it definitely manifested as panic and hmmm... insecurity when he first started sort of ghosting, and i think that came through more than a little. A talked me through the brunt of it, i managed to hold it back (mostly) from W, which was good cos it probably would've scared him off lol, but i definitely had more than one day/night of absolutely freaking out to A that i'd said or done something wrong and fucked everything up. i even obliquely brought it up to W, asking him if i was being overwhelming or "too much," essentially, and he assured me i wasn't, but then would go back to the sort of ghosting, which set me off even more. i think the unprocessed trauma of A's and my relationship manifested in this limerence experience where i became almost obsessed with trying to figure out W's "true motives" and decoding him looking for messages that weren't there. basically, it was probably the worst situation i could have found myself in for my next romantic pursuit lol. it's been A LotTM trying to work through it, i'm not gonna lie. still an ongoing process, too. i think it was a good move to break things off with him for the brief time that i did - pretty sure i told you, but it was while we were in washington, and before i went to north carolina. i went back to him a liiiittle too soon, but... i dunno, i think i've been handling it better this time around. he's been doing better about things, too, though still not where i'd prefer him to be. i'll take the little victories, though.

all in all, i still think there's a ton of potential here and i'd really like to see it realized someday. i'm trying not to get ahead of myself, though. A's been through so much with other disappointing men, who are disappointing for different reasons, that her advice has almost turned into "don't get excited about anyone ever" lol which is too far the other direction, but... in this case, probably not a bad idea. i think i'll go ahead and publish this one and maybe start a new blog of other musings, maybe. it's a yappy kind of week i guess xD love you bbg <3 <3 <3 <3

[lexxiisstuff]

Warning: fluffiest of fluff. and some cursing

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~Suna Rintarō~

"Do you love me?" The middle blocker whispered into your shirt and you sighed at the feeling of his murmur against your throat . You were laying on the bed you shared, Suna had thrown himself on top of you and nuzzled into your chest the minute he had gotten out of the shower. Your hands almost as if they couldn't help themselves had tangled in his hair and you slowly ran your fingers through the dark mess, stopping occasionally to rub his head.

"More than anything" You whispered back and heard him mumble something as he pushed himself further into your chest. "I don't understand slur Rin."

You felt him lift his head so those pretty eyes could meet yours, his lips were pulled in pout that was unusual to him and you ruffled his hair playfully. "Cutie" You laughed "What's wrong? " You placed your hands on either sides of his face and rubbed the pads of your thumbs along his cheekbones.

"I heard some shit today" He said looking away in embarrassment. Now you were curious. It took alot to make Suna act like this. Things never really got to him so the fact that something did made you feel weirdly anxious.

"Yeah? What did you hear?" He met your eyes again and paused. Wondering whether or not he should tell you about the stupid plan your mother has come up with to get rid of him. He loved you. More than anything he had loved in his whole life. He wasn't used to expressing himself and yet he knew you were okay with it most of the time, still, he thought bitterly, you deserved better.

Better than this crap apartment. Better than the boring dates he took you on. Better than small emerald on your finger. You deserved better than him. He was just too selfish too let you go and it was going to be a mistake- "Rin" Your soft mumble broke him out of his thoughts and he stared down at you. God, he loved when you looked like this. In his ripped black sweater and nothing else, with your sleepy eyes and tired smile you looked so much... Like his. The thought was possessive and primal and not like him at all. But he didn't care. You were his. "What did you hear, baby?"

Man did he love when you called him that. It made him feel so fucking good. Like it was the two of you against the world and he finally had someone who wanted to protect him just as much as he wanted to protect you. Stupid future mother in law.

"I heard someone say your mother is trying to hook you and Tsukishima up. She thinks you'd suit" He spat the words out like they left an ugly taste in his mouth "Apparently she wants a Spring wedding"

His tone was condescending but you saw right through it. It hurt him. Alot more than he was letting on. You were going to have to talk to your mother immediately. You brushed his hair out of his face and brought your head up so you could rub your nose against his. The action made his visibly melt.

"Now how's that possible when I'm already engaged to you" You smiled softly thinking about the day he proposed. Him attempting to cook dinner and burning it, him lighting candles but accidentally using scented ones so your apartment smelt like a mix of pumpkin spice and vanilla for days, him pushing the small box in your hand and looking away because he thought you'd want a diamond instead of the gorgeous emerald that used to belong to his mother. You couldn't love Suna Rintaro more if you tried.

"She doesn't think I'm good enough" His voice turned to soft broken whisper that made your heart hurt. Damn you mum.

"She's not the who has to marry you though is she? I don't care what she wants Rin. I only ever want you" He blushed softly and you grinned. Sometimes he was too cute.

"Don't be so mushy" He grumbled.

"But if I'm not who will be? " you snarked and he rolled his eyes grabbing you and flipping you over so he was on his back and you were straddling him. He lips tilted into a devilish smirk that made butterflies who'd inhabited your stomach since you'd met him flutter.

"You look good from down here, pretty angel" He brought your hands to his lips and kissed your palm. It was your turn to blush, a sight Rintaro lived for.

"Are you okay now?" You tugged gently at his ear and he nodded unsurely.

"Promise to marry me?"

"Duh"

"Promise to give me tons of babies?"

"All of them are going to look just like me" You said seriously and he nodded.

"Promise to stay with me forever"

"And ever" You assured and he nodded. Sated. He pulled you down so your head could rest on his chest and his lips pressed a soft kiss to your temple

"Love you more than life, sweet baby" He mumbled and you closed your eyes.

Yeah he was your one

[hello-yue-here]

About your atla ship songs, I have a couple of questions (sorry if my phrasing comes out wrong, english isn't my first language and I worry it might across as accidentally defensive): how did you end up with the choices for zukka, jetko and yuekka (note: I haven't seen the great comet, so feel free to obsess over it, I'm intrigued now and the hype is appreciated!)? Sidenote: I think the mailee choice is HILARIOUS and the tokka one just make me sad, I didn't expect to be attacked like this😭

kdjfha;s i love you im gonna obsess SO HARD over great comet now. you may regret this

this is gonna be so long so the rest is under the cut whoops

yuekka: no one else from great comet

where do i even begin. WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN

okay so background information on this show: it's based off of a 76 oages excerpt from war and peace and its centered around a woman named natasha (and this guy pierre but he's irrelevant to this song so we wont worry about him) and natasha's bethrothed is off fighting in the war right now. she hasn't seen him in a while but she is in love with him.

every single lyrics of this song SCREAMS yuekka to me. the innocence and purity of their love. the love at first sight. and even the melancholy ending just- i go apeshit for this song. i love this song so much. and denee benton's voice??? kljsdhflwksugf please listen to this song if you haven't already. listen to the whole show. your life will be changed forever.

onto the lyrics (i stg this is ab to be the whole song whoops)

"the moon"

THOSE ARE THE FIRST WORDS ON THE SONG. natasha and andre (her bethrothed) met underneath the moonlight. Sokka and Yue first spoke to eachother at night and always met each other for their most intimate moments under the moonlight. also yue is LITERALLY the moon so like: right of the bat with those two words it's yuekka.

"and i saw your eyes / and i saw your smile / and the world opened wide"

sokka fell in love with yue the moment he saw her in the canal. she literally enchanted this motherfucker. everything about her made his heart go crazy. and 'the world opened wide' to me is from yue's perspective. Yue had never left the north pole and sokka had seen a good chuck of the world at the point. He took her on appa, he told her about his adventures. he saw the world yue wished to see and you know damn well that Sokka would have done anything to give it to her.

"oh the moon /oh the snow in the moonlight / and your childlike eyes and your distant smile / ill never be this happy again / you and i and no one else"

natasha sings fondly about the moon and the snow, seeing as it was where she fell in love with andre. yue and sokka LITERALLY fell in love in the same place: in the snowy nothern water tribe under the light of the moon. childlike eyes: THEYRE CHILDREN!!! distant smile: this is where it gets a little sad. theyre both children with way too many duties during a world that has known nothing but war for the past century. they want to be happy but yeah, theyre smiles are distant and far away because happiness seems out of reach for them most of the time. i'll never be this happy again: the moments yue and sokka shared together were probably the happiest either of them ever were. they were able to ignore the war and the world in the moments they shared together. and with no one else. no one else would be able to give each other this sense of peace and happiness and love.

"joy and life inside our souls / and no body knows just you and me / it's our secret"

Yue and Sokka had to sneak out in secret at night to go and see each other. Yue and Sokka couldn't be together for real because Yue was already engaged, but they were literally in love so she decided to see him anyways in secret. kasdjfhklasjd im losing my mind over them at this point.

"this winer sky / how can anyone sleep / there was never such a night before / i feel like putting my arms around my knees / and squeezing tight as possible / and flying away"

these are my FAVORITE lines in the entire song. yue and sokka had never felt this strongly about anyone before and that's why they are so drawn to each other. they had never experienced love before and they wanted to hold onto it for as long as they could even though they knew they couldnt. Sokka takes yue up on appa and she is wistful and wishes she could live like he does every day: ie flying away. oh my god these two deserved so much better. so much fucking better.

now for the saddes part. the saddest fucking part.

"maybe he'll come today / maybe he came already / and he's sitting in the drawing room / and i simply forgot"

natasha misses andre so intensely at this point. when i first listened to this show and heard this song i was like "wait a min... is andre like... dead?" and im sure i wasnt the only person who assumed that this was why natasha felt so sad by the end of such a beautiful song. (spoiler alert andre is fine)

but this line really exemplifies how sad natasha is, and hints at the fact that andre may never come back. it implies that their relationship is doomed (at least in my opinion) and that's all yuekka. Sokka misses yue intensely when shes gone. Yue accepted her fate almost immediately but sokka was in denial. he thought there had to be another way. but in the end it wasn't meant to be. and sokka will go on, loving yue, wishing for her back, even though it's not possible.

fuck im gonna cry.

zukka: all i've ever known- hadestown

"i was alone so long / i didn't even know that i was lonely / out in the cold so long / i didnt even know that i was cold"

sokka is from the swt so theres where the cold comes in. also in the gaang (initially) it was just him katara and aang. and katara and aang were much closer to each other than sokka was with aang and the two of them were benders so sokka was kind of an outsider with the two of them. He also represses a lot of his emotions and feels the need to do everything himself so i do see a lot of loneliness in sokka. and the fact that so many people in his life have left him (his mom, yue, his dad, suki briefly, etc...) he is known to keep people at an arms length. i see a lot of loneliness in sokka.

zuko's loneliness is a lot more obvious: he has literally been cast out and abandoned by everyone except iroh. and even then he still feels the need to be alone (remember zuko alone? thought so) these boys look after themselves and push others away and revel in their loneliness in order to keep themselves from getting hurt. at least in my opinion on canon and also some fanon because id be a liar if i said fanon didnt influence how i view ALL my ships (not just zukka)

"all ive ever known is how to hold my own / but now I wanna hold you too"

COME ONE MANNNN, they just wanna hold each other. theyre both very big protectors as well and kljhflkasdhg they wanna protect eachother like kljdhfl im gonna lose it rn.

"You take me in your arms / And suddenly there's sunlight all around me / Everything bright and warm / And shining like it never did before / And for a moment I forget / Just how dark and cold it gets"

SUNLIGHT SYMBOLISM. zuko is literally powered by the sun. i don't think i even NEED to elaborate on this one anymore lol. They find comfort in each other away from all of their trauma. when they're together nothing else matters and i personally love that for them. they both deserve love.

"I knew you before we met / And I don't even know you yet / All I know is your someone I have always known"

these two are extremely similar in canon. many parallels. older brothers overshadowed by their prodigy little sisters. longing to make their fathers proud (granted one dad is good and one is fuckin evil), both are pretty bad with emotions. both are seen protecting others before themselves (sokka protecting suki during the serpant's pass, sokka protecting toph on like multiple occassions, zuko protecting katara in the final agni kai), the list goes on. they know who the other is because they see themselves in the other person. they already know each other because they are each other (in a way, not entirely, but the similarities are strong in my opinion)

"I'm gonna hold you forever / The wind will never change on us / Long as we stay with each other / Then it will always be like this"

i just think this line is so cute and sweet (ignoring all the symbolism and foreshadowing that comes with the last line in the musical itself. im gonna pretend this is nothing but happy) and i think these boys deserve happiness so yeah. this song is zukka to me lol.

jetko: thrill of first love- falsettoes

if you've never listened to this song go an do it now. you will know INSTANTLY that it is jetko because of the dynamics alone. marvin and whizzer are pure jetko and i take no crticisms.

marvin and whizzer are both extremely stubborn, and they don't always get along, and they fight a lot, and they get mad at each other a lot, and they are both passionate as hell, and they will bring this passion into everything. they love each other that is without a doubt, but they arent perfect and they are once again stubborn and determined as fuck.

sound familiar? it's literally jetko.

the lyrics aren't what remind me of jetko, but the dynamic itself. the lyrics are too on the nose for a gay couple in 1970's america so that rlly cant apply to jetko all that much. but the way these two characters bounce off of each other and get annoyed with each other and argue with eachother reminds me of jetko. because let's be honest: these two are the most stubborn characters in the whole show. they will fight for what they believe and it will take literally everything to change their minds.

i love jetko but i think they would have petty arguments all the time and get aggravated by one another so easily. and this is even seen in canon: they work so fucking well together but they did not even HESITATE to fight one another after neither of them would give in and let the fight about whether jet was right or wrong about zuko being a firebender. like i cannot say it enough they are stubborn as fuck.

but underneath all that stubborn pettiness and bickering: marvin and whizzer still love each other. and jet and zuko would still love each other. because even though they are stubborn when it comes to arguments, they are even more stubborn and determined when it comes to each other. these two passionate motherfuckers are in love.

(now when i chose this song i decided to ignore the fact that this song literally spells out the fact that marvin and whizzer's relatinoship is doomed because they literally say passion dies. thats the difference between jetko and whizzer and marvin because i dont think passion dies. i chose this song strictly for the bickering lmao)

and i know you didnt ask about tokka but,,,,

i rlly wanna talk about the tokka one

so im going to

tokka: on my own- les mis

look. i KNOW this song is about unrequited love and i love tokka as a couple but,,, the unrequited love in this song just SCREAMS unrequited tokka to me so thats what i went with.

eponine is a girl who has neglectful parents who lives life by her own rules: toph. eponine is shown to be tough and confident and spunky to others but behind all of that she has emotions, she feels love, she hides her vulnerability so much: toph. she is in love with a guy she cant be with because he loves someone else: TOPH

eponine is toph to a t and toph is eponine to a t. this is not up for debate lmao

"without him i feel his arms around me"

toph is always seen grabbing onto someone (and its almost ALWAYS sokka) when she's somewhere where she can't use her feet to see. FEEL and ARMS cmon. look at it.

"and i know / i know that he is blind"

COME ON. IMAGINE TOPH SINGING THIS LINE. this line is already powerful enough in les mis but having toph, a blind character, sing it just makes the symbolism even deeper. toph sees the potential relationship they could have together. toph sees that sokka is oblivious to this. toph is not blind to the truth or the potention, but sokka is blind to her feelings. im about to lose my mind over this line.

"I love him / But every day I'm learning / All my life / I've only been pretending / Without me / His world will go on turning / A world that's full of happiness / That I have never known"

i need to sit down for a moment. toph grew up in a household where her parents did not understand her. she has learned to hide her true emotions and vulnerabilities from everyone. and its the fact that toph knows that she and sokka will never be together and the fact that she still loves him in spite of that is what makes this even more heartbreaking.

"but only on my own"

TOPH AND EPONINE SWEETIES I LOVE YOU

thank you for indulging my theatre kid nonsense. you are very sweet and kind and lovely and awesome and i hope you have a lovely day bestie :) <3

ask me why i think these songs go with these ships

[misseffect]

3, 12, and 14 for the end of the year asks!

thank youuuuuu!! 💕

12. favorite character to write about this year

Honestly? Wrex.

I have a lot of feelings about his development across the trilogy, and it's been really fun finding ways to splice him and his arc into an actual uncle role in The Normandy Detective Agency. He's basically the only thing keeping me going with the baby Shep fic rn :))))))))

I could go on but wordcount so here's a visual aid:

sorry wrex ily you'll get there in the end

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

Dress Blues! It was kinktober, I needed to write something stupid and horny - can I make it any more obvious?

I didn't expect it to turn out the way it did AT ALL, and by the time it was finished I couldn't stand the sight of it, but now I've had a few weeks to calm down I'm actually really proud of how it came out lmao

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

Published edition! (under the cut)

I am not a planning person. Most of the time it's chaos and a lot of stuff doesn't make the final cut, and when I started writing Flux I didn't know much about what I wanted from it beyond getting SOMETHING about these two fucking war-trauma-riddled detectives out of my brain.

But I remember writing this last section pretty much in one go and thinking ah, so that's what this story is going to be about.

"You didn't try to stop me."

They're at least two songs deep now, maybe three - Shepard isn't really listening. There's a loose thread poking out from the back of Garrus's tie.

"They were your people," she says, "It wasn't my call."

In truth, short of turning herself into a human shield, Shepard doesn't think she could've stopped him if she'd tried.

"When we found Saleon you put a gun in my hand."

"That was a long time ago. And it was different." They were different too. Garrus; fresh out of the LAPD and desperate for purpose. Shepard; judge, jury and executioner. Uncompromising and invulnerable. "Turning Saleon in was too much of a risk. If he'd gotten away without jail time, he would've gone on hurting people."

"Maybe Sidonis would too." Garrus says, though without much real conviction. Shepard says nothing.

Like so many of them, Sidonis became what he was half a world away, in guts and shrapnel, barely old enough to drink when he left home. Shepard understands wanting somebody - anybody - to pay for what they all endured, tooth for tooth, but in the end it's too awful, too unknowable, too god-damned big to figure out where the buck stops. You'll chew yourself up trying.

So Garrus made a strawman out of Sidonis and now they're here, folded into one another, and there's a body face-down in a shipyard warehouse.

"I think he knew it was you, somehow," she says. "I think he knew when I called him. But he came anyway."

She remembers Sidonis's tired, even voice on the telephone. How he'd agreed to a meeting - with a stranger, before dawn, in a deserted part of town - without question.

Long before she met Garrus, Shepard got ahold of the Archangel dossier - or whatever scraps of it her clearance allowed at the time. Archangel's reputation preceded them across Europe until their abrupt disappearance in '44, she'd known that much already. Officially they were an elite sniper unit but some of their confirmed kills - especially the later ones - had not made for pretty reading.

[REDACTED]: Gunshot wounds (all limbs and primary organs). 80% third-degree burns.

[REDACTED]: Chemical overdose, [REDACTED] acid (direct, prolonged contact with eyes).

She trusts Garrus, completely and unflinchingly, but last week - when he handed her a grainy photograph of Sidonis in a Long Beach bar, his face blazing - all she could think of was the dossier. She agreed to help him partly because he asked - because of engagement rings and lemon muffins - and partly because she knows just how much pain he has the capacity to inflict.

She remembers Sidonis and his sunken face in the dusty orange sunrise. He didn't flinch when Garrus yelled his name from the gangway in the rafters; he saw the scope over the railing and he didn't move a hair. There are worse ways to go than a bullet between the eyes.

"Maybe it was a relief for him, in the end."

"I hope not," Garrus says, quietly.

[lovingthereign25]

Never say Goodbye

Chapter 4

I knew I had to go back to my parents house, but I couldn't face everyone, and there was no way I was gonna let Joe and  his new girlfriend see me breaking down.

So I walked around a while. I needed to clear my head. I decided to go to our spot... except for the fact that it isn't our spot anymore since there  isn't an "us" or "our" anymore. I sat on a rock for a minute just thinking how something so perfect could go so wrong. All those love songs gave me such an unrealistic belief on love, it totally sucked in reality. 

"You still come out here?" I snap around seeing Joe 

"Y-yeah, it's quiet and good place to think"  I say jumping down from the rock 

"How's school?.. heard you got into a top one in Boston?" He says 

"Yea..it's going good" I say turning to walk away

"Y/n, stop let's talk for a minute...catch up" he says

"I can't..I really got to go early flight tomorrow" I say

"You're leaving already?" He asks

"Yea, bye Joe" I say

*6 months later* 

I was flying home, the first time I've been home since Thanksgiving. But I wasn't alone. I had started dating an amazing guy named Derek.  Derek was incredible, he was funny, smart, caring, I was head over heels for him and to be honest I haven't even thought about Joe in months.

My parents were having a huge memorial day cookout so I decided now was the perfect time to have them meet Derek. 

 We get to my parents house and I'm greeted by my sister and Josh. Josh and Derek hitting it off straight away.

" Now that you're here I can show you this." My sister smiles raising her left hand to my face flaunting a gorgeous diamond ring 

"Oh my God..no way... you're engaged!" I smiled"

"Yes"

As I hugged my sister I heard familiar voice that of Patricia

"Y/n, sweetheart it's so good to see you!' she smiles hugging me tight.

"I'm good. How are you?" I say

"Good, and who might this be?" She asks looking at Derek.

"This is my boyfriend Derek, Derek this is  my second mother Patricia.

"Nice to meet you Miss Patricia" he smiles, shaking her hand.

 We finally made it to the back yard and I introduced Derek to everyone. They all loved Derek, especially my father, which I think was because Derek was going to school for criminal justice..he wanted to work for the FBI.

I was in the pool with Derek and a few relatives and friends having a good time. I wrap my arms around Derek, when I hear his voice. Joe was here .

His eyes met mine as soon as he got into the backyard, my arms tightened around Derek, who now was the target of Joe's stare.

I tried to avoid Joe at all costs, until I couldn't I was in the kitchen grabbing drinks for Derek and I when he stopped me

"Hey, longtime no see" he smiles

"Hi" I say trying to get passed him

"What you got a new boyfriend and can't talk to me now" he says grabbing my arm

"Joe, Don't I'm happy. Finally. You moved on for fucks sake you're about to be a dad any day now….please just leave me be" I say.

Just as Joe let go of my arm Derek came in

"Everything okay?" He asked

"Yeah, just asked Joe to open the door " I smiled.

 Just as we were about to leave the kitchen Joe stops Derek

"Take care of her man, she's a good one"  he says

"I know, and believe me I will," Derek says shaking his hand.

*18months later* 

I wake up from an incredible Valentine's day with Derek, the sun shining through our bedroom window, I reach for my phone when I notice a ring on my finger not just any ring.. an engagement ring and oh my was it beautiful.

"Derek?,Derek what's going on?" I ask heading down to the kitchen where my boyfriend was making breakfast.

" I know you don't believe in fairy tales. But, if you did, I'd want to be your knight in shining armor. You've been through so much. I don't want to see you hurt anymore.  I don't want you to worry about anything. You just wake up in the morning, that's all you have to do and I'll take it from there. There's one condition. You have to be my wife."

I was speechless and sobbing. 

"Baby you have to give me an answer ….I'm dying here" he laughs

"Yes, yes Derek.. I'll be your wife! I smile kissing him

"And see? And that... that... That smile. Y/n, when you smile like that, my world... It's all right.I am in love with you." He smiles. I couldn't explain how happy I was but at the exact moment I told Derek I'd be his wife Joe's face popped into my head. 

*4months* 

Today was my and Derek's engagement party, my sisters and mom went all out as did Derek's mom and sisters. My mom had invited everyone we knew..which included almost all of Joe's family. Which was obvious being that Josh and my youngest sister Lyndsey were married now. 

Joe sat at a table with Josh and Jon having drinks. His eyes never left me once since the moment he arrived with Galina and their daughter.

"One more sister left, might wanna snatch her up bro!" Josh jokes with Jon "We always said we were gonna marry sisters" 

"Damn we sure did, didn't we" Jon laughs

" I just can't believe Y/n is marrying him" Joe says

"Well Derek's a really good dude, treats Y/n well and she's happy" Josh says

""Why you mad uce, you have a whole family" Jon laughs

"I just think she can do better" Joe shrugs

"And by better you mean you?" Josh asks

"Yeah, we were supposed to be together, this should be our party" he says 

"You had your chance uce, you fucked it up, deal with it" Josh says getting up

"Whose side are you on here?'' Joe asks

"Y/n's" Josh says walking away.

Derek was off talking to my dad which I loved, I loved their bond, I was sitting on the front porch swing when I hear a familiar voice

"I guess I should probably say Congratulations" He says

"Thank you" I smile 

"Y/n, are you sure you want to get married?"  Joe asks sitting beside me

"Yes" I say

"Look I still love you, I think I'll always love you, and I know you still love me, so if you're doing this just to get back at me for getting Galina pregnant, Y/n it's working. Seeing you with him drives me nuts" he says

"Joe, I love Derek, I'm not in love with you anymore, I'm happy and I'm getting married. Please just be happy for me" I say 

"Y/n, we belong together, you know that" he says 

"Joe, we don't. You have a family, a girlfriend, a baby girl and I have Derek. " I say getting up "I love him Joe, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life with him".

*2014* 

It's crazy how fast life passes. One day you're 21 planning your wedding and the next day it's 7 years later you're married and expecting your first child. So here I was sitting in my husband's office waiting for him to get back from talking to someone so I can tell him the news.

"There's my queen" Derek smiles entering the room greeting me with a kiss

"Hi,my love" I whisper back

"What brings you all the way down here, can't be missing me already I just left last night" he smiles joking about his long hours 

"One: I miss you as soon as you walk out our front door, and two: no I came down to tell you something important" I say 

"Important huh?, What's so important?" He asks, flashing me his perfect smile.

"I'm pregnant" I smile 

"No way, are you serious?" He asks jumping off the corner of his next bringing me into his arms

"Yeah" I say

"Baby, I'm so happy we wanted this for so long" he whispers into my hair as the door to his office opens his partner Kevin coming in

"You guys good? Everything okay?" He asks

"Yeah, I'm just gonna be a Dad" Derek smiles 

"For real? , Finally. I'm happy for you guys!,but unfortunately we got a case we need to get on" Kevin says

"Okay, baby I'll see you at home, go solve this case, be safe and come home to us" I say kissing him

"I will. I love you. Both of you" he smiles leaning down to kiss my stomach. 

As soon as I got home I called Lyndsey since we were the closest.

"Hey favorite sister" she answered

"Hi boo-boo, I have something to tell you" I say

"Oh no, I don't wanna know you're always giving me bad news" she laughs

"Oh you'll wanna hear this.. I swear" I smile

"Fine, hang on I'm gonna put you on speaker Josh is here we having a pool day" she says "okay go"

"Are you sitting down?" I ask

"Yes" Josh and her answer in unison

"I'm pregnant" I shriek

*On the other end* 

"I'm pregnant," Joe heard through the phone as he walked into Josh's backyard with Jojo and Galina. He felt his heart drop, he immediately felt sick dropping Galina's hand which he was holding and turning around leaving. 

[ghost-nabbers-imagines]

👶 The baby is mine isnt it? Larry x reader

Ok so two things about this request. One, this is Larry's I have one started for Sal but really wanted to get this one up And two, a trigger warning is in effect. And in both instances the husband or boyfriend is an asshole who does not treat you well but it's going to be bad in Sal's.

Larry

I never meant to be the kinda guy who slept with another man's girlfriend. People who cheated on their partners were assholes and I wasn't like that. However, Sebastian was worse than any other asshole I've ever met. I've always thought he treated (Y/n) terribly and that she deserved better. I mean the guy treated her like shit, he was constantly poking fun at her, and making her feel bad about herself.

The day the affair happened she showed up at my door crying about how he had apparently cheated on her with a friend of his. We spent the night at my place hanging out like always except we got a bit too drunk and ended up having sex. It was the best sex I'd ever had with anyone and I knew that my love for her was genuine. I thought she felt the same way about me, I thought she would leave him and finally be mine. But I was so wrong.

She all but promised me she was leaving him that they were done. She told me she was leaving him for good this time, but a month later they were back together and she was avoiding me all together. I noticed she was different after that, more closed off, distant, almost scared. It was two months after that Ashley informed us that (Y/n) was pregnant. The news broke my heart and shocked me to my core.

It took me two weeks to get fed up with my feelings and to tell myself I had to to confront her about it. Pulling my hood up over my messy brown hair I trudged down the snow covered pavement. My hands were trembling and my mouth was dry, not because of the weather but from nerves to how she'd be towards me. Had I become a dirty secret that she wanted to hide away? Did she lie when she said she'd always felt that way?

As I knocked on her door a million ways this could go wrong flashed through my head. 'Shes pregnant with his baby what are you doing here?' My head practically screamed at me. Before I could turn and run the lock clicked and the door opened. (Y/n) peaked her head through the door her eyes widening when she saw me. She stepped out into the hallway closing the door.

"Hey Larry."

"Hey really that's all you have to say?"

"I'm sorry I know this is hard to understand right now but please try and believe me I'm doing what's best."

"I thought you were leaving him but now all of a sudden your pregnant?"

"Larry I wanted to leave I did but the baby changed things."

"Did you know you were pregnant when we slept together?"

"N-no I swear I-"

"And what about how much we drank that night? Did you tell the doctor you had gotten drunk within the first month?"

"Larry-"

"No please explain to me how you could be so damn careless. Not just to me but to the baby. And with everything you've told me about that jackass how could you want to raise a kid with him? Do you seriously think he'll get any better? For fucks sake (Y/n) are you really gonna let him treat your kid that bad?"

I truly didn't want to be yelling at her but I couldn't help it I was angry and hurt. Silent tears were cascading down her cheeks falling to the floor. Part of me wanted so badly to wrap my arms around her and stop her tears but the other part of me was focused on the pain in my chest. She didn't bother to wipe her tears away till the door clicked open again. Sebastian stepped out a frown already plastered on his face.

He glared at me in a way animals look at their rivals. It took every ounce of strength I had to not pounce on him, however whether I liked it or not he was still the father of her child. She would need him and that almost angered me even more. "What's going on here?" He asked putting his arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders making her flinch. I clenched my jaw shut balling my hands up into fists in my hoodie pockets.

"Nothing. I was just leaving." I scoffed turning to leave. "Wait Larry please." (Y/n) pleaded in a broken voice making me stop in my tracks. "Yeah. Larry (Y/n) hasn't told you the good news yet." He said in an odd voice. I turned to face the two, (Y/n) was looking away fresh tears pooling in her eyes. He had a boastful smile as he lifted up her left hand revealing a small diamond ring.

I like a sharp knife had pierced right into my heart at the sight. (Y/n) couldn't face me but she had tears falling down her face again. "We're engaged. Right after graduation we're getting married and then moving to Santa Fe with my mom." He informed me. "Congrats. You deserve each other really." I spat turning to leave their building. I felt numb but also broken as I made my way home.

What was the point of any of this any more? The girl I'd been in love with since fifth grade was pregnant and engaged to another man. I had truly lost her for good. I hated thinking I had become just another regret to her. Our drunken one night stand was nothing but that to her while I had hoped it would be the first of many times I'd get to be intimate with the girl i loved.

With slumped shoulders and silent tears I made my way into the apartments. Sal would be with Ashley so I knew I could get what I needed from his apartment. I grabbed the bottle of pills petting Gizmo on my way out. Next I went out to the treehouse turning on some of my favorite music taking a seat in a bean bag chair. I sat pondering the whole situation while staring at the bottle of pills now sitting on my shelf.

"She chose him over you." The voice in my head whispered. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to focus on the lyrics and drown out the voice. "They're going to get married, and have their baby and you'll just be a bad memory she wants to forget." The voice continued. I cranked up the music louder pressing my hands to my ears but it was no use. The voice was in my head, and unfortunately it was right.

Finally giving in I quickly scratched a note for mom and Sal. Once it was finished I began taking the pills followed by a swig of Fireball I kept up in my treehouse. I didn't cry or feel angry it was like something inside me was urging me to continue to take the pills. I made sure to include an apology about taking the pills to Sal in my note. Pretty soon there was only a small amount of pills left and I was feeling almost relieved.

As I took the last pill I leaned back in my beanbag chair my eyes landing on a Polaroid of (Y/n) and I. It had been taken by Sal just two weeks before the affair. Despite the drowsiness overwhelming me I picked up the picture a sad weak smile on my face. (Y/n) had a really bad day at school between Sebastian being a dick and apparently having her period, she ended up borrowing my jacket so she could tie her jacket around her waist. That's when it clicked in my head.

I tried to do the math in my head but I was slipping into unconsciousness quicker than I could add. The world began to get darker and darker. The last thing I saw before I passed out was (Y/n)'s beautiful face. I felt like such an idiot. Now both my girl and my baby would be stuck with that monster.

The next thing I knew I was standing across from my own corpse. "No! No I take it back! I'm not ready! I don't want to die!" I screamed at my slumped over body. Black opaque tears began to fall from my eyes never landing on the floor but disappearing mid air. "No you asshole! The babys yours! Wakeup and go save them before it's too late!" I yelled at my corpse. It was too late, I'd truly lost them both for good now because of my issues.

"Larry dear dinner is ready!" I heard my mom call from the ground. My poor mom would he the one to find me rather than Sal or anyone else. I felt even guiltier for leaving my mom alone. First my dad disappears on her now I kill myself? I felt selfish for leaving so may people behind.

"I'm so sorry mom." I whispered unmaterializing so she wouldnt see me. I stood there and listened as she called me once more still not getting any response. She began climbing the treehouse ladder mumbling something if I was asleep up here in this weather she'd kick my ass. My ghostly tears quickened hearing my mom's voice. When she reached the top of she immediately noticed the bottles and my body.

"Oh no oh god! Larry!" She screamed tears falling down her face. She kneeled next to my body her hand reaching up to feel my forehead. I could practically still feel her warmth but she felt how cold my body was. "Someone help! Please oh god be ok Lar Bear!" She screamed through sobs. She turned me on my side trying to get me to vomit.

Henry came running out to the bottom of the treehouse. "Lisa what is it what's wrong?" He asked in the same panicked voice Sal has sometimes. My mom tried and failed getting me to throw up the pills. "Call 911 Henry hurry!" She sobbed. Henry shakily pulled out his phone and ordered for an ambulance to come quickly before joining my mom in the treehouse.

"Oh no Larry." He said in a saddened voice as he knelt down next to mom who was cradling my head in her lap sobbing and taking her fingers through my hair. "My poor Lar bear." She choked out. I kneeled next to them placing my hand on my mom's shoulder making her turn and face where I was confused. I knew she wasnt ready to see me yet but I kept my hand there till the sirens came.

I watched from the treehouse as the loaded my body into a bag and into an ambulance. My mom and Henry went with a couple officers leaving me alone. After rematerializing I debated going into the actual apartments and talking to Megan but before I could I heard someone shouting my name. "Larry? Larry! Did you think that was funny? Because it was a really sick fucking joke." Sal's shaky voice yelled. I looked down to see him climbing up the treehouse.

Taking a deep breath I stood back preparing to deal with a very hurt best friend. When he got up to the treehouse he was shaking and had clearly been crying before. His eyes wondered up and down my ghost form seeing that it was in fact not a joke. "No. Not you. How could do this? How could you leave?" He said through a sob. "I'm sorry Sally Face. I left you and my mom a note. I went to see (y/n) today and Sebastian said they were getting married and moving so I lost it. I felt broken so I came back here to do this." I explained.

He shook his head sadly using his sleeve to wipe under the prosthetic. "I'm sorry Sal the voices got to me. By the time I realized the truth it was too late." I said apologizing. "Realized what truth?" He asked confused. "I found that picture the one you took remember?" I explained pointing towards the picture.

Despite being hurt and angry he leaned down grabbing the Polaroid. "Yeah that's the day you spent like all night cheering up (Y/n) and making her smile as much as you possibly could." He said confused as to why this was important. "Do you remember why I had to give (Y/n) my hoodie even though she's got a flannel around her waist?" I asked pointing to her in the picture. Sal went to speak but before he did his eyes got wide and he looked up to me.

"Oh my god dude!" He yelled shocked. "I know. I'm an asshole and now I'm no better than my dad." I said sadly. For along time I had a constant battle in my head about why my dad had left and why he didnt want me. Now here I was abandoning my baby and (Y/n). It made me hate myself even more to think about.

"But Larry you have to stop her from going!"

"How the hell do I do that when I'm stuck here? Not to mention, what would I say 'oh hey i know I'm dead and all but since you're pregnant with my baby you should stay in town and not marry that fuck head of a boyfriend of yours."

"You have to do something Larry. I mean she can actually see you and the baby will able to too."

"You're right as always little dude. Just hopefully she'll come over here after I was so horrible."

Not even minutes later we could here someone calling for both Sal and I. The voice was sad and scared but i recognized it immediately. "Go ahead hide for a second I'll try to break it to her." Sal said. I nodded unmaterializing as Sal and I made our way down from the treehouse it seemed like I could only go as far as the ground underneath the treehouse. The sight of (Y/n) almost hurt worse than that of my mom.

Her eyes were red and puffy and she had tear streaks down her slightly pink cheeks. She had a hand on her stomach the other clutching the necklace that had been a birthday present from me. I'd recognize the guitar pick anywhere it had been one I'd gotten at a Santiy's fall concert that she'd been to sick to go to. "Tell me it's not true Sal. Tell me it wasnt him." She pleaded crying. Sal pulled off his mask before comfortingly grabbing one of her hands.

"I'm so sorry (Y/n). But you should know he loved you so much." Sal said as she gradually lost it more at his words. She began shaking her head her other hand covering her mouth. "No! No no it's not true it's not true!" She cried out sinking to the ground. My heart ached and screamed for me to hold her but I knew I couldn't yet. Sal crouched down next to her placing a gentle hand on her back.

"(Y/n) do you remember what Larry and I told you about this place. About how we showed you Megan?" He asked trying to ease her into the subject. She looked up sniffling thinking for a brief minute. "About the ghosts? I thought we made all that stuff up." She said tears still falling down her precious face. Sal shook his head before answering "it was all real Megan was real. If you die in this building you stay here. Larry is still here." He told her. She let out another small sob.

"Where is he?" She asked looking towards the treehouse. I took a deep breath and materialized making her eyes widen in shock and she stood up quickly. "I'll give you some time alone." Sal said excusing himself. I turned my stare to the ground I couldn't look at her knowing what I had done. "Oh Larry. I'm so sorry this is all my fault." She said sadly. I finally looked up at her meeting her sad eyes.

"No I'm sorry. I was an asshole. A jealous fucking asshole and I'm so sorry."

"Larry theres something you should know. About-"

"The babys mine isnt it?"

She nodded and I felt myself begin to weep again. I fell to my knees the pain of this whole situation hitting me again. She moved in front of me and I wrapped my arms around her waist letting my head barely lean against her stomach. Her arms hovering around my neck. I sobbed into her stomach till I felt something gently nudge my cheek.

I looked up to face (Y/n) confused but she gave me a weak smile moving my hand to her stomach placing hers next to mine. "She's kicking." She whispered. Sure enough I felt the smallest little nudge once again. My face broke out into a grin. "She? I have a daughter?" I asked happily. She nodded giggling "Yes Larry we're gonna have a little girl."

My grin only got bigger as I stood up pulling her into as much of a hug as I could manage. "I fucking love you (y/n). I know i can't really be what you need considering I'm a ghost but I want to be a part of your life and our little girl's life." I told her pulling away from the hug but continuing to hold her hands. When I looked down I saw her hand no longer had a ring. "I want that too bear. I told Sebastian earlier it was over. That I wanted to be with my baby's actual father. He yelled and threatened me but I had already packed up my stuff and left. I was heading here when the ambulances passed me. I asked someone out front and they told me the young stoner Overdosed in the treehouse." She said frowning. "I'll have Sal fix my note to mom so she knows about you." I told her knowing despite my moms broken heart she would love to take care of her grandbaby and sort of daughter in law.

"Does Lisa know about any of this? Or about you still being here?" She asked. "No I haven't talked to her about it yet. She asked why you weren't coming over anymore I just told her you were back with him. And I dont think shes ready to see me just yet." I explained making her nod her head. Sal came back out his prosthetic back on but I could tell he too had been crying. "Hey Sal can you grab my note from the treehouse I need to have you change something." I asked smiling at my best friend. He smiled back climbing the treehouse before returning with the note and a pen.

"Tell my mom what happened, that I thought I was losing them both and how much I really longed for (y/n) to be mine and the baby to be mine. And add that Henry was the best step dad I could have asked for." I told him. He scribbled everything down as close to my handwriting as he could get before folding the note back up. "(Y/n) you can stay with me tonight if you'd like and go to Lisa's tomorrow." Sal told (Y/n). She turned back towards me smiling softly. "I'd ask to stay in the treehouse with you but I take it you won't want me climbing up there and everything. I laughed shaking my head. "I'll be watching over you dont worry." I promised.

~your pov~

The next morning I made my way down to Lisa's apartment with a lasagna I had picked up the stuff to have Sal help with. From the outside of the door I could hear Lisa's soft crying coming from inside. Taking a deep breath I knocked on the door. After a couple minutes the door opened to reveal Henry. "You hang out with the boys, (Y/n) right?" He asked observing my growing belly. I forced myself to nod with a smile before answering "Yeah Hi Mr. Fisher. I wanted to bring this by for Lisa."

A moment later Lisa appeared next to Henry. "(Y/n) sweetheart come in." She sniffled offering me a broken smile. Henry let me in and took the lasagna to the kitchen for me. Lisa pulled me into a hug holding me tightly. She was wearing her pajamas but with one of Larry's jackets on. "He loved you so much dear I hope you know that." She said with a small sob.

"I know Lisa. I loved him too. I'm so sorry this is my fault. If I had just told him the truth about the baby, or if I hadn't been so scared of Sebastian he'd still be here. I'm so so sorry." I choked out feeling myself break down into tears again. Lisa pulled away pushing some of my hair back. "Now dont you talk like that Larry wouldn't want you blaming yourself or stressing about his actions. We'll all miss him of course but he wouldnt want you to be in so much pain in this state. He loved you and if you're saying what I think you are he would have loved this baby too. It's not your fault you were in an impossible situation." She told me sternly. I nodded trying to wipe away some of the tears. "The babys a girl. I wanted so badly to go tell Larry when I found that out. But Sebastian said if I talked to him there wouldn't be a baby to talk about." I admitted making Lisa frown before smiling and putting a comforting arm around me as we sat on the couch.

"Where are you staying dear?" She asked taking a sip from a mug on the coffee table. "I stayed with Sal last night once I found out about Larry. I was coming over here to talk to him about our baby but I got here too late." I sniffled. I pulled the picture from my pocket, I had brought a copy of the ultrasound picture for Lisa. She smiled grabbing the picture. "Is this her?" She asked. I nodded smiling at the picture of my daughter and her granddaughter.

"I hope she has Larry's eyes." I sighed. "Hopefully she doesn't have his nose. My father gave him that nose and he hated it. I cant imagine it's a trait he'd want to pass on." Lisa said with a pained laugh. "Oh god yeah. I kinda hope she does. It'd be like having a little Larry running around." I laughed. "What if you moved into Larry's room? I couldn't stand the idea of getting rid of his things or donating any of it." She suggested looking up from the photo. "Are you sure I dont want to impose Lisa especially with everything that's happened." I asked. She shook her head smiling. "Of course dear. I could use more family right now." She smiled.

~Third person pov~

Over the next couple months you lived happily with Lisa helping her around the house while she helped you with baby stuff. You spent most of your time after school hanging out with Larry in the treehouse. Sal and Lisa went with you to your appointments. Sal would take his walkie and let Larry listen in each time. Of course when you'd get back you'd go straight to him and talk to him about it anyways. As the baby was born and got older Larry was an amazing father in your opinion. He was always there for you and your child.

~Lex💛

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

That Damn Sex Pollen! - Part 1

Words: 1884 (ish)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SMUT and swearing

"So much for having the weekend off" i muttered quietly as i followed Bucky through the large warehouse.

"You should know its never guaranteed in this line of work by now Y/N" he smirked at me over his shoulder.

"It could at least be something exciting Buck, i mean come onnnn collecting info from a drive??"

"At least we'll be done quick and get back to enjoying the rest of our weekend in peace before they all get back to the compound".

The rest of the team had been called out to a Hydra camp Tony had tracked down, Bucky and I stayed behind as we had had back to back missions for a while and it was our turn to stay home. But when Fury called needing some information extracted there was no choice but for us to go.

Bucky walked into the back office and started the data grab required while i kept watch. It didnt take too long, Bucky was soon walking towards me showing me the drive he had pinched between two fingers "all done, lets go" he said.

Suddenly the doors all slammed shut and automatic locks were heard engaging.

"Shit! Buck whats going on??" I asked pushing at the door.

"Move, let me try" he said before ramming his metal arm into the door, it dented but that was about it.

"I cant get through" he stated before marching off and trying the other doors, nothing.

"Bucky i dont think we're getting out of here without help" i said sitting down on the floor leaning back against the wall as i pulled out my phone "shit, there's no signal in here! Maybe the panic button? It'll take them a while to get here but its all we have" i pulled back the plastic casing on my bracelet that held the panic button Tony insisted we have on mission.

"Might as well get comfy Sarge we're gonna be here a while" i stated the obvious and watched as Bucky sat across from me looking nervous.

"This place is so strange..... i mean what are those plants doing in a warehouse?" I asked noticing a load of pink flowered plants off to the side, it looked like they were growing it like marijuana!

"Oh shit...." Buckys eyes went wide suddenly "this can't be happening"

"What cant be happening??.....Jesus christ is it getting hot in here??" I asked suddenly feeling heat rush to my face.

I unzipped my tac vest and shrugged out of it leaving me in my combat pants and black tank top. I notice Bucky shuffling further away from me and it makes me frown "whats wrong with you?" I ask.

"You know what that stuff is??" He points to the pink flowers nervously, i shake my head not really caring. Its like a fog has descended and all i notice is Bucky..... he is beautiful! Heat burns low in my belly as my eyes roam Bucky's muscular form, imaging what he looks like naked! It wouldn't be the first time i had pictured that!

"They call it sex pollen! Y/N do you understand what that is??"

"Mmhmmm let me guess, makes you really horny?" I asked as i pressed my thighs together, shit this is embarrassing!

"Just stay over there..... help will be here soon. We can fight this". Bucky says through gritted teeth, his hands fisted at his sides.

It had been hours and we were still stuck in this fucking warehouse with the god damn sex pollen!! It was absolute torture!! Bucky was now only in his combat pants and tank top and i couldnt help but imagine his arms around me.... those hands on my body, his fingers inside....

"You okay over there? You’re kinda staring" Bucky asked bringing me back to reality.

"Not really" i stated wiping at the sweat on my forehead and neck "its getting worse..... its starting to hurt Buck" i said honestly.

"Thats what it does, it'll get worse until you get the antidote or...."

"Or what??"

"Scratch the itch so to say" he blushed, Bucky had thought about being with you so many times but not under these circumstances.

"You mean until its fucked outta me??" I asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah" he nodded reaching down to readjust himself in his pants. He'd been rock hard for hours now and all he wanted to do was bury himself inside you and help you both out!

"You might have to do it Buck, im not joking! I feel like im dying!" I said a couple hours later as i laid on the cold floor trying to cool down my over heated skin, i was almost crying at how much it hurt.

"We cant do that Y/N....."

"Please Bucky" i whined but he just looked away "fine, i'll take care of myself" i huffed undoing my pants and slipping my hand in my panties that were absolutely soaked at this point!

"What are you doing doll...." he asked his voice hitching at the sight in front of him.

"I have to! I need the pain to stop Buck I'm dying...." as my fingers made contact with my clit a loud moan escaped my mouth uncontrollably!

"Jesus fucking christ....." i heard Bucky mutter and looked over to see him palming his cock through his trousers as he watched me.

"You could just help me out...."

"Come over here" he said holding his hand out to me, his eyes were full of lust as he pulled me into his lap pressing me down on his hard cock and rocking me against him. My head fell back and i moaned in ecstasy at the feeling of him but it wasn't enough!! I needed the real thing and so did he.

"We cant do this....." Bucky said in my ear as his hands slipped under my tank top and caressed my naked back.

"You only want this because of that damn plant"

"Ive always wanted you Buck" i mumbled pressing kisses to his neck as my hands reached for his top, i needed to feel more of him against me.

"What?? You want me??" He asked wide eyed looking for any sign that i was lying.

"From the second i met you i wanted you" i admitted before leaning in and pressing my lips to his. He was quick to return the kiss, his tongue tracing my bottom lip....

"Please fuck me Bucky..... i need you so bad!" I begged as i rubbed myself over his huge bulge to get some friction.

"Ive wanted to hear you say that for so long doll!" He practically growled in my ear before laying me back against the cold warehouse floor. I watched as Bucky pulled my already open pants down my legs with my panties and sat back looking at my soaking wet cunt before him. He reached out with his metal hand and run his fingers through my wet folds earning him a moan as my back arched up off the floor.

"So fucking pretty!" He said before reaching for his own pants and finally freeing his hard cock.

"Oh god, look at that thing!" I said seeing the size of it as it sprung free.

"You like what you see doll?" He asked smirking down at me.... smug bastard!

I bit at my bottom lip and nodded as i reached forward to wrap my hand around the base of his cock before lining it up with my entrance.

"Fuck me James" i begged looking into his almost black eyes, almost all of the blue had disappeared.

"Yes m'am" he smiled before pushing forward and finally giving me what i needed.... what i wanted!

The sounds he made as he fucked me were absolute sin, i swear i could cum just listening to him!!

"Oh Buck you feel so fucking good....."

"Yeah? You like feeling my hard cock filling your tight little pussy??"

"God yes!! Dont ever stop" i cried out when he thrust harder into me going even deeper than before.

"You’re gonna feel me inside you for days baby!" He said before kissing my neck. His hands were on my breasts kneading and pinching.....

"I need to cum! Please Bucky let me cum" i begged for my release.

"You gonna cum all over my cock??"

"Yes!! Shit yes!!" I cried out as i felt his fingers start to circle my clit and he increased the speed of his thrusts, my stomach tightened and then i was screaming his name my eyes squeezed so tight i saw stars! He gave a few more thrusts and then i felt him release inside me. His hips slowly coming to a stop but his cock remained inside me.

"Wow..... that was...." i panted as my hands run up his chest and over his shoulder to rest on his back. Bucky leaned forward and kissed me again but this time it was much more passionate.

"That was amazing. So much better than i ever imagined...."

"I know the feeling" i smiled "i love you Buck..... you know that right?" I suddenly said as my thumb traced over his bottom lip.

"I do now" he smirked "i love you too Doll".

After another round of mind blowing sex we started getting dressed.....We didn't want to risk any of the team catching us.

"Y/N..... what are we going to do about this?" Bucky asked avoiding eye contact. I couldn't believe this was the same man who had been saying such dirty things to me as he fucked me 10 minutes earlier.

"I don't know Buck..... i meant what i said before. I do love you.... it wasn't the sex pollen making me say those things"

"I know, me too" he nodded taking my hand and entwining our fingers.

Suddenly there was a banging on the main door we entered through earlier.

"Y/N..... Buck?? You in there?" Came the loud booming voice of one Sam Wilson.

"Yes!! Sam we're in here!" I called back grabbing my tac vest and pulling it back on and zipping it up.

"Hold on sugar we'll have you out in no time" he called back.

When the door finally opened Sam was grinning at us like an idiot "i cant believe you two got locked in here".

"Makes three of us!" I laugh and head towards the door, im rushed by a flustered looking Steve Rogers.

"Oh my god are you okay?" He asked wrapping his arms around me "i was so worried when i saw your panic button had been activated!!"

"Im fine" i nodded quickly "the download must have triggered an old security measure.....all the doors slammed shut and Buck and i couldnt get them open"

"Dont scare me like that again baby okay?!" He said before pressing his lips to mine "lets go home".

"Sounds good to me"

"You okay Buck?" Steve asked his best friend who had stayed standing away from us.

"All good Steve" he nodded grabbing his tac jacket from the floor and heading to the door.

"Hey, thanks for looking out for my girl Buck" Steve called after his friend. Bucky just gave him a quick nod before walking out and joining the rest of the team on the quinjet.

[punkscowardschampions]

Ava & Nancy

Ava: Has he told you? Nancy: Yeah Ava: How are you holding up? Nancy: better than he is Ava: Not saying much but Ava: that's something Nancy: how are you holding up then? Ava: It's been, a rollercoaster implies that it's in any way on the rails so not that, something as up and down and side to side Ava: tornado, perhaps Ava: but it's far from about me so I'm just here, you know Nancy: I know what you mean Ava: It's more to do with you than me Ava: so, what did he say exactly? Nancy: You know what he's like, just coming out with it Nancy: there's nothing for me to argue with Nancy: maybe if I had a clue then but now Ava: Yeah Ava: but none of us did Ava: I think mum was probably right, even if that's fucked Ava: taking it to the police wouldn't have done anything Nancy: She'd had talked her way out of it, his word against hers and he doesn't come across well when he's upset Ava: Exactly Ava: it's one of those legal grey areas Ava: morally black but you know Ava: can't get charged for that Nancy: I feel like shit, if I hadn't left it wouldn't have been her and none of this would be happening Ava: I know, but you have to try not to think like that Ava: she picked him, really Ava: he was angry and upset, with you, yeah, but Rio too and you know, everyone and everything Ava: but I don't think he would have pursued her, if he were in any state Ava: and she had her problems with you, but I don't think that's solely why she did it either Nancy: I know but he could've used any girl in Chelsea to get back at Rio, it was her because of me, that's all my thoughts keep coming back to Nancy: and no other girl would've used him like that for any reason Ava: We all let each other down Ava: sometimes you have to do what you have to do Ava: and then sometimes bad shit happens because of that Ava: Chloe wouldn't have felt the need to drop this if I weren't with James Ava: we could all just keep on not knowing Nancy: It's not your fault, Av, she hated you cos she hated me first Nancy: it's not like she's heartbroken over James Ava: Still, it wouldn't have happened, you were never going to be dating him Ava: but none of us can live beholden to her and the things she has over us, we shouldn't Ava: at least now, we aren't, she's played all her cards Nancy: Did Buster tell you she's already engaged? Ava: I heard Ava: I looked on Gen's profile and he's like her dad's age Ava: and really stereotypically Italian Nancy: Gross Nancy: I swear to god, she's not a real person Nancy: who does any of this? Ava: I think she does her hardest not to be Ava: fuck everyone else Ava: her parents are just Ava: at a total loss Ava: we say ours are ashamed of us but this is so real Ava: they've had more to do with James than her for years now Nancy: At least he's got their support Ava: I think they're just as scared that they'll lose contact as he is Nancy: Yeah, of course Ava: Did he say if he'd told Ri yet? Nancy: I asked, when I was at my angriest, before I really understood what the circumstances were Nancy: He wouldn't talk about her which either means he has and it didn't go well, or he's still working up to it Ava: She's going to know something is wrong, he can't hide anything from her Ava: and the test takes as long as it takes, I know he was waiting for that but I don't know how Nancy: Right now, I'm selfishly glad that she knows we barely talk so she won't ask me Ava: That's going to be Ava: not fun Ava: never mind how pregnant she is Nancy: Oh god, don't Nancy: I was going to come back for a while but maybe that'll make it worse Nancy: Like he'll think I'm just there to oversee his downfall or something Ava: You don't think that will happen, do you? Nancy: I don't think she'll leave him Nancy: But the old wounds this is gonna open up, even though nobody's disputing he didn't actually consent, when they're still dealing with everything that happened with Venus Nancy: add her hormones in and his way of reacting to literally anything Ava: Fucking hell Ava: you should come back, if you want to though Ava: regardless Nancy: Ri might need me Nancy: not that she'll admit it, obviously Ava: 'course Ava: I don't think it would hurt Nancy: I'm a crap babysitter but I'm a great person to vent at about him so Nancy: if I slag him off enough she'll start leaping to his defence automatically Ava: An evil-good plan Nancy: something good needs to come out of all the evil Ava: We can but try Nancy: Yeah Nancy: I know I need to Ava: Does feel better than doing nothing Ava: only a bit but Ava: still Nancy: I wish there was more I could really do, but it all just feels too late Nancy: inventing a time machine feels very above my capabilities, if I'm honest Nancy: Feel free to tell James I'm here if he ever wants someone to talk to about his monster of an ex Ava: I will Ava: you might have to open a hotline, by the sounds of it Nancy: That'd be a decent earner while I'm back Ava: Time is money, like Nancy: exactly Ava: Wonder what the wedding will be like Nancy: what I remember hearing about hers and James' sounded awful Nancy: but of course this one will have to be more stereotypically Italian Ava: fucked herself on flower girls too Nancy: unless he's got a big family she can insert herself into Ava: Heaven help him Ava: or she's already knocked up, the only way she does it is with a gun to her head and the groom's Nancy: has anyone checked he can speak enough English to know what's going on, like? Ava: I don't know if we've got the welfare team on that Ava: he looks pretty pleased with himself Ava: the pictures would really confirm your homosexuality for you tbh Nancy: Well that's disgusting Ava: If he was the teenaged pool boy, be all over that, obviously Ava: can only hope she's met her match this time Nancy: Even if she hasn't, like you said, there's no more she can do to any of us Nancy: And she'd never get the kids back if she wanted to try that as a last resort Ava: Not putting anything past her obviously Ava: but yeah, I can't see her trying and failing at that any time soon Ava: it's a small mercy Ava: she was no mother Nancy: Imagine having her as yours, oh my god Nancy: it makes me wanna hug mum Ava: Let's not get too crazy Nancy: the urge will have passed by mid-flight, don't worry Ava: Unless you have too many complementaries, of course Nancy: well yeah Ava: No one would blame you on that score Nancy: it doesn't help though Ava: The drink or the lack of blame? Nancy: Both Ava: Yeah Ava: not much in the party mood myself Ava: pity or otherwise Ava: though being forced to 'focus on my schoolwork' like that's remotely important right now is getting me close Nancy: Is there a brochure for the planet mum and dad live on cos I'm really intrigued by it? Ava: They really think they can keep me out of it Ava: Like I'm not the one who did the DNA test, like I'm not the one who got James and Buster to talk Ava: sure, I'll forget about that and write my politics essay, hold on 🙄 Nancy: I'll do your essay as long as you leave enough time for a thorough spell check Ava: You really wanna keep busy, yeah Nancy: Yeah Ava: You are allowed to be angry with him Ava: you know Ava: because he was a victim too doesn't mean you're not allowed to feel that Ava: even if it means you don't direct it at him, you don't have to try and repress it Nancy: I am angry at him, but I'm also so tired of being Ava: Damn genetics Nancy: He can't forgive me for going and I can't keep defending why I had to Nancy: cos he'll never accept that it's not entirely my fault, that I needed him to help me and he wouldn't Ava: He does though Ava: he's told me Ava: like you said, it's too late Nancy: He'll never tell me, so we'll only ever talk when he has good or bad news to give me Ava: Yeah Ava: it's because it doesn't change it Ava: like you said, no time machine Ava: getting him to admit that he wasn't there doesn't change that he wasn't, even if you want to hear it Ava: just like you explaining why you had to leave doesn't mean you stayed Ava: it's all just words, you know Nancy: Then how can we ever? Ava: Maybe you can't Ava: because that isn't a truce Ava: if neither of you is willing to leave your post there is no middle ground Ava: you actually have to be ready and willing to drop defending yourself and blaming each other Ava: and neither of you is, so Ava: that's that Ava: you can't make yourself give it up, clearly Nancy: It's so unfair Nancy: that everything turned out like this Ava: It just is Ava: you have to get to a place where you can just say that's what happened Ava: not attribute why's and who's to it, see it entirely objectively Nancy: maybe if I fly to Tuscany first and murder her Ava: Maybe Ava: you'll still hate yourself though Nancy: Thanks for the reminder Ava: Like you forgot Nancy: my phone alarm is set for hourly bursts of self-loathing, of course Ava: That'll be why you're tired Ava: can't even put that on him, eh Ava: unlucky, like Nancy: I'll have the luck of the Irish and all that good craic to fall back on soon enough, like Ava: 'Course Ava: be a blast Nancy: It always is Ava: It's been a while Ava: things might have changed Nancy: This family would have to catch some kind of break first Ava: Naturally, when I finish this essay, it'll all be worth it Nancy: Just make sure it's worth sticking on the fridge Ava: 'Cos that wouldn't fuck with the aesthetics Nancy: It's no finger-painting, sure Nancy: But if anyone needs the reminder that you're not a toddler it's mum and dad Ava: Really surprising they're not more elated to gain a ready-made grandkid Nancy: If the mother was anyone else, they'd be jumping for joy, no doubt Ava: Unless that mother was me Ava: of course Nancy: James has probably been well and truly scared off Ava: I reckon she's a pretty strong contraceptive Nancy: I'm in no danger but if you put me in a room with her I'd take the pill Ava: 💀 cyanide Nancy: or whichever colour gets you out of the Matrix Nancy: bye babe Ava: Careful Ava: that's what 'woke' lady and minority haters call themselves Ava: don't wanna get in that camp Nancy: is it? Ava: yeah, they're 'red pilled' 'cos they know 'the truth' Ava: the truth that feminism is a lie and all women are evil bitches, like Nancy: Oh great Ava: You accidentally been making loads of enemies over there? Ava: Whoopsie Nancy: I'll say that's the reason now Ava: Go the whole hog and call yourself an incel Ava: when any of the fam asks you how your love life is going Nancy: 😂 Nancy: Don't make me laugh though, my head is killing me Ava: I feel you Ava: the only pills I've been popping are paracetamols Nancy: Nurofen express 💚 Nancy: my actual true love Ava: so rock and roll Ava: shame even by American standards, that's no bitch's name Nancy: Read it in your best impression of the accent if you wanna swoon though, obviously Ava: It clearly does it for you, like Nancy: It's a very diverse place, thank god Ava: Sure babe Ava: the fashion industry is known for it 😏 Nancy: 🙄 Ava: Thanks for not trying to deny it Nancy: I'm not their spokesperson, pros or cons Ava: Not part of the job description of photographer or girlfriend then? Nancy: No Ava: Phew Nancy: Find a way to include it in your Politics essay Ava: Alright, mother Nancy: Never call me that again, please Nancy: if I didn't have a headache before Ava: Yeah, we didn't reckon you'd be next Nancy: Weird that you've discussed it, but okay Ava: The heat needs to be taken off somewhere, like Ava: What about Billie and her fella, do you reckon they'll go for 👶👶? Nancy: No Nancy: they barely see each other at the moment Ava: I won't put my money there then Nancy: You'd be better off keeping it on Buster Ava: I think he's disqualified by default Ava: obviously Ava: don't need no 🔮 Nancy: This one better not be born early cos of the drama Ava: She's getting out of the danger danger zone at least but still Ava: having babies is like what they were born to do Ava: missed those genetics, clearly Nancy: Lord Ava: 😂 You're so squeamish Nancy: I don't like babies, excuse me Ava: I didn't mention anything about the miracle of childbirth even Nancy: thankfully Nancy: cos it's not a miracle, it's a 🤞 & pray for the best kind of situation Nancy: you might tear open or get cut open and you get off lightly if you only 💩 or 🤢 everywhere Ava: 🙄🙄 the dramatics Ava: I've had worse nights out Ava: and I didn't get a cute kid at the end of it so 🤷 Nancy: it's not me that you need to convince so Ava: I don't think I know anyone else so definitely anti-child Nancy: I've got nothing against children, I just don't want any Ava: uhuh Nancy: It's only considered weird cos this family is so obsessed with having as many as possible Ava: Nah, it's not that Nancy: Like I said, reserve the soapbox for someone who wants to hear the pros and cons Ava: Okay Nancy: Okay, I've got loads to finish up before I can leave Ava: 'course you do Ava: I'll let you go then Nancy: I'll talk to you soon Nancy: without time zones to factor in Ava: Cool Ava: no worries Nancy: Let me know if you wanna meet up, who knows where mum and dad will decide to base themselves and when Ava: Regardless, I don't have time to come over there so I won't Nancy: Yeah, exactly Ava: Focus on what you need to do Ava: I was just checking you were okay Nancy: And I wanna check in on you too, so let me know, okay? Nancy: It's the shortest flight ever Ava: Seriously, there's no need Nancy: Alright Ava: Just focus on helping Ri, if that's what you're going to do Nancy: I'll do my best Ava: 👍 Nancy: Later then Ava: Bye Nancy: 🧡 Ava: Is Billie coming over too? Nancy: I don't know Nancy: I'll ask her when she gets home Ava: She should Nancy: I'll do my best with that too Ava: Alright Ava: that's all then Nancy: Okay, bye