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princesspastel8 · 5 months ago

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Chapter 43

Third POV

It's been hours, but to Jeff, it feels like years. Most of the proxies left due to missions or losing interest in the situation once they knew Jeff wouldn't try getting into the room again. BEN stayed behind, trying his best to comfort him.

"....nothings been determined yet Jeff. She might be -"

"The fucking machine flat lined dipshit just...just shut up..." he whispers, voice shaky.

He has lost all his strength to fight back, that was until he hears footsteps rushing down the hall. He glances up, seeing Hoodie, that gloomy girl, the witch, and Toby. The sight of Toby makes his blood boil. Jeff staggers to his feet. Without hesitation, he pushes past everyone and punches Toby in his cheek, knocking him back against the wall - goggles slipping down his face.

"You... you were supposed to be watching her!" He shouts.

Toby straightens himself back up. He looks at Luna, shaking his head. He didn't want her to intervene. Toby focuses his attention back to Jeff, spitting blood onto the ground.

"S-Something.....came up.." He mumbles, glancing at Luna again.

"What the fuck can possibly be more important than MY GIRL!?" Jeff shouts, trembling hands moving to grip his hair again. "Goddamnit! Why did I put trust in a ticking freak like you!? All you had to do was watch her you-"

"A-And all you had to do w-was get your sh-shit together. You didn't. I t-told you she was getting worse. D-Don't stand here and play victim. Y-You played the b-biggest role in all of this. The one at f-fault is you." Toby said, his tics getting worse.

Jeff, of course, didn't want to admit at Toby's right. Jeff said he wouldn't point fingers, but guess old habits die hard with him rather quickly than others. The guilt is becoming too much for the smiling killer to handle. It shouldn't be surprising. Jeff never felt guilt towards any of the things he's done. In his mind, he's always right - never wrong. Every decision, be it good or bad, is always justified no matter how twisted it may be.

"Must've seen it all then?" Jeff questions, moving away from Toby to lean against the opposite wall.

Toby nods, pulling his mask down to his neck. "I-It was fucked up. That v-video..." he glances at the door, sighing heavily. "I-I knew she would d-do something extreme. S-So I came back to regroup, make sure slenderman was gone. B-But as I said....something came up so-"

"You had Hoodie break me out. Yeah yeah...I get it." Jeff glances at Luna, "it was her, wasn't it?"

Toby doesn't respond, Jeff getting his answer once the gloomy girl breaks down into tears - Hoodie wrapping his arms around her for comfort. A heavy silence falls over them until Iris speaks.

"Sh-She called us...o-over and over again, but I-I...I..Its my f-"

"That wasn't you." Hoodie said sternly, pulling down his hood and taking off his mask. He places his hands on Iris cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe her tears. "That. Wasn't. You." He whispers more softly.

The sight is quite shocking. Jeff can't recall Hoodie speaking more than that. Jeff couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, shaking his head. He glances around everyone.

"Look at us. Killers gettin' all soft for bitches." He laughs, sighing afterwards. "And the ones we were supposed to kill no less."

"It was Zalgo, wasn't it?" BEN ask randomly, all heads turning to him. "Toby said something came up, that girl keeps trying to blame herself, and the witch is here - Slenderman must still be gone too."

"Something along those lines....yes." Luna admits.

Toby's eyes widen. "Luna y-you know you -"

"I already shouldn't be here, Toby. There is no harm in leaking a bit of information."

"But t-that'll-!"

"Toby....I told you it's fine."

It's not fine. Even Jeff can tell that much - but this shit isn't any of his business. He doesn't care about Zalgo, never had - though things could've gone much differently if he encountered him first before slenderman, just a random thought, though. Eboni is his main focus right now.

"It's my fault." Jeff said suddenly, everyone looking at him with widen eyes.

".....I think I'm hearing shit. Did you just....take accountability?" BEN questions, gasping dramatically.

The smiling killer shrugs, glancing at the door for what felt like the hundredth time. "What can I say? Got a soft spot for the bitch on that medical table."

For the first time in Jeff's life, he's taking responsibility - accountability for his actions, the ones he regrets. He should've never left to beat Masky. He could've done that at a later date and warned Eboni beforehand. He should've waited for Eboni to give out more information on the guy that hurt her. He shouldn't have fed into Masky's taunting nor pushed his buttons either. So many should've, could've, and would've - but these thoughts won't change nor erase what has been done. So all Jeff can do is wait for those three to finally deliver the bad news to him.

A new set of footsteps walks down the hall, approaching the group. The stranger has on a long navy trench coat that looks worn out and a striped scarf that seems perfectly stitched - yet this stranger as snitches edged all over their face.

"Never thought I'd hear my brother admit to being at fault of anything. What's the special occasion?", Liu Mason asks with a calming smile.

Jeff looks at his younger brother, his mood souring very quickly. He isn't the mood for this - not here, not now. So the smiling killer refuses to acknowledge his brother's presence, staring at the medical door.

"Wh-What are you doing here, Liu? Now I-Isn't a good time." Toby sighs, pitching the bridge of his nose. No one wants to deal with Sully.

"I've been hearing....a lot of things about my brother - things I just couldn't believe. Jeff, my brother, caring about another human being? Sounds impossible on this God forsaken earth. I thought it was a joke, a rumor that'll fade... but they disagreed, so here I am. And to say I'm surprised would be an understatement..." Liu said, his voice still an eerie calmness to it.

Jeff tenses, fist clenching in his pockets and jaw tight. He marches over to his brother, yanking him by his collar - carefully avoiding the scarf, their mother's scarf. "I swear on my fucking life if you touch her, harm her in any way I'll-"

"You seem to be doing a fantastic job of that already. Look where we are, and if I'm not mistaken, she's barely clinging to life." Liu hums smugly, holding his hands up defensively.

Being reminded of this again was enough to send Jeff over the edge. He brings his fist up to strike his brother, who's a few itches taller, but Toby quickly yanks Jeff away - pinning him against the wall to keep him in pace.

Liu's demeanor softens at the sight, a remorseful look taking his features. He rubs the back of his neck, sighing. "Oh...I see - You really do care. Wow Jeff...they were wrong, I'm s-"

Jeff knocks Toby off of him, moving to push his brother. "Shove your 'I'm sorry's' up your ass Liu! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" he shouts, moving to pull his hair again. "I know it's my fault! I know I fucked up! I know I should've stayed! I know she needed me! I know I'm just a selfish, narcissistic piece of shit! But...I needed to hurt him. I would've lost my fucking mind if I didn't let the anger out! Fuck...FUCK! DAMNIT! Those messages...she sent one every-fucking-day. My girl has gone through the worse hell of her life...all because I couldn't fight this...th-this... " Jeff places a hand over his chest, gripping his hoodie. He looks at his brother, tears in his eyes and woe filling his heart. ".....why does this shit hurt so damn bad?"

Liu is amazed yet startled by his brother's outburst. If anything, he's intrigued. What did this girl have that Liu didn't that makes his brother care so much? Why didn't Jeff hesitate in attempting to kill Liu but regrets aiding in this girl taking her life? What's the difference?

"....because you love her, Jeff. The only person you've ever cared about has always been yourself. Who knew you had the emotional capacity to feel for someone else....strange really..." his green eyes darken, becoming empty soundless sockets.

Love....?

Love...

Love-

No way in hell

That unspoken word between the two. Remaining in the air during all of their interactions. Sure, he has strong feelings for her, but love? Jeff isn't capable of that. He'll never be capable. He's been told this many times throughout his life - so much so that he believed them. Someone like Jeff, despite what others may say, doesn't have the heart to love - nothing will change his mind. And yet.....his stinging heart is crying out a different story - his body being torn in two, between the brain and heart.

"....this shit fucking burns."

"I know."

"I hate it."

"Mhm, I know."

"She's a weakness....its a weakness.."

"Ones that others can use against you - right?"

Jeff nods, aimless tears flowing. "A weakness. But..."

"But?" Liu hums, waiting for his brother to continue. He needs to know more.

"She should be enough...Eboni should be enough."

"But she'll never be. You can't let go of your need to kill. Your thirst for blood." Liu looks away from his brother briefly to glance around at the others. "None of us can. It's in our DNA. Programmed - as cliche as it sounds." He sighs, rolling his eyes. He pays his attention back to his brother. "But unlike them, you're struggling to come to terms with that fact that you still need this girl in your life. You love her, Jeff, whether you want to admit it or not. But the sooner you do - the less fuck ups you'll cause." Liu shrugs, struggling to come to terms with this himself.

His brother never cared about him. He only tolerated him. He killed their parents in cold blood without an ounce of regret because he never loved them. Most monsters are made, but Jeff is the few exceptions. Yet this girl somehow made a monster cry out to her - kind of reminds Liu of 'Beauty & The Beast'. He'll confirm his theory if he's able to get a glance at this mystery girl.

"Think about it, Jeff - if you don't love her, then think about all the reasons she's been worth keeping around."

Jeff did so unwillingly. He thinks of her bright smile, those sly grins when certain thoughts fill her mind. The smiling killer always found it funny how the girl thinks with her face. Doesn't matter how hard she tries to keep a straight face. That's how he's been able to read her so easily. Her voice wasn't annoying like most. It's calming, silky smooth to his ears. He wants to hear her sing again, preferably to him. Her laugh - he can listen to it for hours even if she believes she sounds like a dying donkey mixed with a hyena. He likes her honey brown eyes, how they seem to lighten or darken depending on her mood. The way she'd look at him, the look of admiration - adore and dare he say love? She makes him feel wanted, needed, and free to do what he wants with her since he has no control over his life. Freedom and control. Only Eboni has given him that....

"I don't fucking l..lo..lo- fuck you Liu!" Jeff shouts, drying his tears yet has a sad smile on his face.

Liu sighs, coming to a realization. The only way someone could keep his brother entertained long enough to avoid death is offering something in return. He knew how trapped his brother had been feeling lately after being forced to work under slenderman. Liu also was aware of how trapped and strained Jeff felt within their family. This girl somehow gives him the sense of freedom he's been longing for and the control to feel powerful. It's unfortunate that he'll most likely never get to meet her -

The door opens, revealing Eyeless Jack with a medical mask covering his mouth. He removes the mask, quick to close the door behind himself. Though eyeless, everyone can see how exhausted he feels. EJ looks at Jeff, body stiff as he finally delivers the news the smiling killer wanted so desperately to be good.

"She's stable."

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astrophelstella · 2 years ago

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The Black Bear of Stormbearer Mountains II

This is taking a while to finish. For now, have some Kaeya and Diluc pining. Maybe I'll finish Albedo one day. WIP.

Warning: None. Gn reader.

Kaeya

Was in denial about having a crush on you, the Captain of the Stormwatch. Despite melting into mush whenever you threw an honest compliment his way.

His friends already knew how down bad he was when he kept finding ways to be in Stormbearer Mountains, bothering you for something.

But while he fell first and kept his mouth shut, you were mature enough to realize your feelings for him and accept it. You eventually got to know him, his hidden loyalty and thoughtfulness for his friends, the way he cleans up other people's messes and his past being abandoned.

You weighed the decision to court someone who was basically a colleague. Having known them for a long time, you saught the advice of knights in the Stormwatch. They were all happy to hear their 'unmovable' superior was finally melting around someone. They all thought it was pretty obvious that Calvary Captain who keeps showing up just to cling on to your presence had similar feelings.

Kaeya didn't know how to react when there was a shift in the way you acted around him. Accepting his invites for a drink, staying long hours around him just to talk, your peircing eyes never leaving his, etc. Got his heart thumping in his chest.

Suspicious at first. Why were you always sitting close to him? Leaning back with your arm out behind him, face conveniently close to intently listen to him speak.

You, on the other hand, found no shame in subtlety courting him. Once he drank so much he could barely walk, so you escorted him home, eventually carrying him in your arms through his door and setting him on his bed.

By the time he wakes up the next morning, all the memories from last night rush back. He falls back and covers his face with his pillow as it turns red remembering you holding him like a fainted maiden and tucking him in bed. Did he dream feeling your calloused fingerd brushing his hair? He wants to disappear.

But you carried him like he weighed nothing! He almost groaned remembering the feeling of your strong arms encasing him. So careful too, like something precious. He saw it in your eyes. When did they get so soft for him? The cold blooded Black Bear making him feel so safe...

When the day comes that you send a bouquet of flowers, artistically made to look like ice, to his office, he comes to the crushing realization that he may not be able to keep his wall up around you for long.

He may be a smooth flirt but your genuine efforts and knightly courting would reduce anyone to be weak in the knees.

Diluc

Also in denial. He insists he has no time for such things.

But your already in his tavern, spending long nights making conversation. Not one for idle chit chat you two have rather deep talks. About Monstadt, the state of the knights, and other important issues.

Also at first look, you know he's the Dark Knight. You ran into each other when you noticed suspicious activity while visiting Monstadt at night and went to investigate. This led to you coming across him already taking down the criminals.

"Ah Master Diluc, thank you for stepping in. I'll take them into custody." You jog up nonchalantly as Diluc, in a mask, blanches. "How did you know it was me?" he asked. Wondering if you'll arrest him for vigilantism.

You stare at him. Where there any other gorgeous red heads who weilded broadswords in Monstadt? Instead you say you recognized his fighting style.

It marked the start of more coincidental run ins. The two of you eventually team up to take down fatui camps. Imagine having to hide from some, you hear them first, and grab his arm and pull him to a cramped hiding spot. Sushing his protests, telling him to keep quiet.

As the fatui move along, not noticing either if you, your focused in their presence but you couldn't help but look down. You've got him with his back to the wall, your arms between him like a cage. Diluc tries to focus on being quiet but he looks up at you. Towering above him, suddenly inches away from his face he could feel your breath.

He's never felt this small. It surprised him how he wasn't as uncomfortable as he thought he would be. Tried to focus on anything else but you wouldn't look away. Why wete you staring?

Eventually the koment ended and the two of you awkwardly separated. But thay moment seemed to settle something in you as the walk back you were much closer. Hand almost touching his.

#genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin #genshin reader #genshin reader insert

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abbyheilman · 1 year ago

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The blonde could only watch him blankly. It felt like a slap to the face the way he casually made it seem as if she should be happy that he cut her lose early rather than drag on the break up. Part of her felt like they hadn't shared the same moments or time together, nor the importance of that time. She'd went over it a hundred times and wondered whether there was a world in which she would have been able to do what he'd done. Not even the betrayal but going forward without him in her life and deliberately choosing that. Anger was what had kept her moving forward in some way and not rushing back to him, but he didn't have that to cling to. Every day that he chose to not include her in his life was a choice that he was making for himself and them. "I can't believe you'd say that to me." It felt like her heart was shattering all over again. The bouts of coldness and anger from him mixed with the moments of truth when he admitted he still cared and had once loved her. Now she wasn't so sure which of it was true. Did he feel bad every time she cried and pretended he cared or did he put a facade of being cold in order to have this whole interaction end?

Every fibre in her being wanted nothing more but to hate the man she had grown to love so deeply. It would have made everything so easy if she could just despise who he was to his very core and move on with some other sweet boy who wouldn't dream of hurting her the way that he had, and still did. The hard part was that she'd grown up with an entirely different person than the one she kept seeing today and all she wanted was for him to return. The person who'd once been her best friend wouldn't have ever dreamt of hurting her the way that he had and would have done anything to keep her safe from any of this. The shift was gradual and started when he'd joined a group of bikers, and after slowly becoming integrated in their world, he pushed her out of it as it no longer fitted her. It pained her to know that she hadn't been given any choice or even worth fighting for. Especially when she saw the bikers alongside their partners. Perhaps she had it wrong and it was truly a decision that he'd made outside of the club and more for himself. "I understand it but I think it's bullshit. I think you're full of shit." Every reason he had, all these half explanations that pointed her in one direction, even the ways in which he continued to tell her he cared while simultaneously pushing her away. All bullshit.

"No, I shouldn't have. You should have seen me that night and walked the hell away." Never should he have given her a glimpse of hope with his money and promises that he'd be there when he wasn't in fact anyone she could depend on. He'd lied to her. "I was safe with you. What was I meant to be safe from?" She wanted to yell and show him that this was the exact reason why he should have never joined the MC. It had taken from him -- but could that be said if he hadn't fought for her? And by the ways in which he continued to try to push her away, she knew that trying to speak any sense into him would not result in any good. "You didn't even try to keep me safe. You chose to pick the MC and throw me away like I didn't mean anything to you. Did they ask you to do that? Probably not since they all have girls riding on their bikes with them." Maybe he'd just continued to see what it was like to sleep with the girl he'd cheated with her on. Without any answers or explanation, she could only come up with her own conclusions to fill in the blanks. "Take your own advise and just admit what it is. You fucked one of your hang arounds and got the taste of having new people in your bed so it was easier to just tell me you fucked up after it happened. You were a coward who couldn't break up with me." The whole safety thing wasn't something she bought when the whole reason behind their break up had been his infidelity. "Don't turn it around to make it seem like I'm better off when we both know the only person who came out on top was you."

"Bullshit! You gave me the money and showing me this stupid wall while also telling me that I'm better off on my own. Your fucking actions and words don't match up." She didn't know which were the truth but she hated him for pulling and pushing her in two different directions. He drove her crazy and she was half tempted to hurl every thing she could get her hands on at him or to just running away from him and every emotions that was coursing through her. "You should have turned around and left! I didn't ask for your money, or for you to seem like you cared about me." Never had she asked him to take care of her, not even when he'd done it. "I am going to walk away from you. After I give you the money back, all the shit that I've kept onto." She looked at him with defeat because this was the reminder she needed to know that he had no interest of having her back in his life. If he felt she was somehow better without him, then there was no need for his money and her asking him for anything. Nor did she need his opinion on where she chose to work. Her life wasn't going to be any of his business even if it killed her in the process. Her chest heaved as the tears continued to flow, knowing her makeup had probably been cried off by now and she looked worse for wear. He'd seen her at her worst and held her while she cried many times so this wouldn't be a vision that he'd be surprised by. "Fuck you." She was tired of hearing that he'd done her some big favor and that he had saved her from the hypotheticals of his life. "This wasn't for me. I would have stayed with you no matter what and I knew you'd have kept me safe. You did this for yourself but you're too cowardly to admit it. You knew I'd get hurt so you just put a cherry on top by fucking some other girl, huh? Is this where I thank you for saving me? For sparing me?" Her hands hit his chest, pushing him against the wall until she pulled back and away from him. Everything was bullshit and his stories weren't lining up anymore. Feeling more foolish than ever before, she knew the only way that she could get back at him was to be as cold as he'd been and hope that maybe there was some truth to his caring and he would hurt. "How can you be sorry when you were just protecting me from pain by hurting me?" She hurled back to emphasize the ridiculousness of it all. The tears had fallen and she brushed them away, unable to spare any other for him. "There's been one of your guys who comes and hangs around the Raven a lot. He compliments me and always asks me to give him a chance. Maybe I will. I'll let him fuck me, and who knows, maybe he'll end up being the guy that gives me that happy ending and protects me." There wasn't any truth to it but clearly pleading and crying hadn't done anything so she would take a page out of his book. "You'll see me even when you don't want to, and if it doesn't work, I'll just move onto the next." He already felt like she lacked self-respect and since he clearly enjoyed those who hung around the club then maybe it would stir something inside of him. Slowly, she walked back to him and stood a little less than a feet away before she whispered, hoping the proximity would make it obvious there were no lies or games. "Wouldn't it be funny? Me running back to what you tried to protect me from?"

"I suppose everything comes full circle. At least I didn't drag anything on." He would be the bad guy. He would be the villain in her story if that's what she needed. Because, in his own mind that was who he had to be. Not because he truly was. All he wanted to do was to protect her, even now after all this time. Like a mantra he repeated she was better off without him. And all the trouble he could cause her life by the life he chose in being a Sons all those years ago. However, it seemed like no matter his motives behind it - she was still basking in the effects of that pain as each day passed. Which was the last thing he ever wanted to happen. From his point of view he wanted that course to change. Their worlds were way different to ever align but yet here they were. After all this time, all the days that had passed - it was like they both were like magnets - something unknown drawing them back together. Getting pulled back to one another. Yes, the dynamics had changed drastically but here they were. With all that pain and anguish between them, that didn't stop one from leaving drastically. She was here now whatever the case may be even if it was just to ask if he had needed to his things to be returned. That seemed to be some kind of excuse which could only reiterate the concept.

Like glue, it binds us together with an invisible cord from lifetime to lifetime. Time had passed but they were ever the same. She had held him together and he had done the same for so long, Nash really never recovered from that loss. Even if it was all his fucking fault. It was choice, nothing was forced upon him which made it all the more difficult. It had been a rational decision. "Just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it's wrong." Decisions are made from the platform of what seems most important to any given individual at that time. And he watched as she forcibly made her way over the drawing - the man forgot to breathe it seemed. It was like the short span of time before you are punched in the gut - for a blink of a second you can process of what is bound to happen. At that moment he was preparing for that physical reminder to be wiped away. But then she stopped and it was like Nash was coming up for air after drowning. There was relief. "And what you want to take it back now? Life doesn't work that way. You say what you said - at least own up to it." Nash remarked, there he was again going into defense mode. She was far away now but he still felt like he was being backed up in a corner. But still his feet remained still. Just like when he first saw her at the club - he was stuck.

"You shouldn't have come here." The statement was more so directed towards himself, like another mantra. Trying to make his thoughts change at her arrival. That she shouldn't be here so close to him. But the ache for home lives in all of us. She had been that for him and that kind of feeling never really disappears. "I wasn't good for you. You were not safe with me. And I know you know that deep inside you." It was all because of the club. The risks didn't bother him, he owed them everything for what they did for him when he came calling after the events that caused his Mother to be injured. They had his back- and he would give them his all. Never in a million years, would he ever felt the need to choose. Abby was his world, he would have picked her every single time, countless times over again. But her safety that was the new priority. He knew no matter how hard he tried he couldn't continue to pull her towards his new lifestyle. So, that only left one other option - forcing her hand and pushing her away in the most despicable way possible in believing he had fucked someone else. It irked him still to this day because he was a lot of things but he would never cheat on someone. That was the worst betrayal. Nonetheless -Everything was to protect her.

"Have you been listening to me? I wanted to help, I fucking care. You needed the money so I gave it. It wasn't from some heroic effort to make myself feel better for all the damage I have caused you." Just as much as he caused himself let's be honest. "You're still better off but I can't help it. If it was a switch I wish I could turn it off but I can't. You shouldn't have stormed over to me. You should have had more self control and we wouldn't be in this shit show right now." The consequences of his own actions really. It was a douche move, blaming her from that first encounter after all the years that had gone by. But he was pushed further in becoming defensive because he knew with all the emotions coming into light, he was so afraid this dam of emotions was going to break through and spill rapidly. "What do you want from me? Do you want to have the last move - walk away then. Have the upper hand, do what you need to do if that makes you feel better." Emotions continued to flare up. And each time she spoke it was like a painful stabbing. But maybe he needed this reminder, since clearly it had been too long since he had felt it. A stapler came flying past his head. He didn't duck, perhaps he was a sucker for the pain in every which way. Emotional, physical - seemed to be a common theme. But it missed. She needed answers. Nash knew she needed that sort of closure but he couldn't give her what she wanted. But that didn't mean he had to lie about it, at least not extensively. Two wrongs don't make a right. And quite honestly, Nash didn't have it within him to make her hate him even more. He had destroyed her enough. "And you think what - I got off scot-free? That I haven't been suffering? There's no turning back from that. You're better off, let that be the closure you need. But if you need me to voice how effected I am by my actions I can do that. You were the only person who I ever saw a future with, I would have done anything for you. But sometimes you have to let go of the things you cherish the most. You were going to get hurt one way or another. Least it was early on before ----" Nash sighed as it seemed like a reel in his mind was going off like a movie. He had saw everything with her, his world didn't exist without her in it. She was it for him. He had known for ages that he wanted to spend forever with her. She was his better half. "Before, we got too deep into our future." Future, that's all he ever dreamed of with her. The possibilities had been endless. But he couldn't be the hero in that scenario. Even with all the strength he held and the lengths he would go for her. So, instead he had to be an enemy. "I'm sorry, I am so sorry." He repeated while she shoved him. Nash was sincere but the pain he held within his chest only seemed to spread from her own words. He had deserted her, that killed him inside. "I never deserved you. You deserved better." At this point, it was a like a broken record with the words he mused out. Nash knew it but perhaps if he said it enough it would be believed. "You deserve someone who won't abandon you. You will get your happy ending but I never was supposed to be that person for you." Nash gulped. He wasn't her person. Those words still felt so unnatural even now. That was because they were but he had to follow through with the action of ending things, he couldn't have a change of a heart now even if at that point in time. There had to be consistency - but fuck it was taking everything in him to not tell her the truth.

#nash — threads.

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haileygarciasunshine · 4 years ago

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Too late

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Written: May 4th, 2021

Posted: May 4th, 2021

Warning: Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 1,944

Author's Note: For the sake of this piece, Sam has an apartment. Little Mermaid AU ish and Wandavision Crossover.

TV and Movie inspired Masterlist

"Dating is hard." Bucky groaned dropping himself beside you on the couch.

Giggling you nodded in agreement. "Welcome to the twenty-first century."

Bucky groaned again as he closed his eyes allowing his head to meet the back of the couch.

Turning to face him, you became mesmerized by his features. Following his jawline with your eyes, you trailed along to his lips. As you gazed at them, you couldn't stop the thoughts of wondering what they'd feel like against yours. Would they be soft? Would they be gentle or rough?

"Hey." He spoke softly as he gently nudged you. "Did you hear what I said?" Sitting up, his gaze was filled with concern.

"Huh?" You creased your eyebrows together, as you watched his lips mouth his words. "Oh, uh, n-no. Sorry."

"S'alright." Bucky grinned, his eyes gazing around your face. "I asked if you found out any information about your mom?"

"Oh." You whispered. Clearing your throat, you adjusted your position away from Bucky. "Yeah, yeah, I did."

Lifting his gaze, his ocean eyes held intently onto Y/E/C ones. Silently he was pleading for you to tell him what you found.

"Well." You sighed, crossing your legs underneath you. "She was the scarlet witch back in the day..." Your voice trailed off as you shrugged your shoulders. Promptly, your gaze dropped to your lap as you studied your chipped nail polish.

"Y/N." He spoke, his voice becoming soft once again. Bucky's thumb and forefinger found your chin before maneuvering your face closer to his. Bucky's breath danced along your lips at your close proximity.

"That's...That's-"

Sam'ss apartment door suddenly burst open as Steve and Sam filed inside. Neither one spared a glance your way as they rushed into the kitchen.

The sudden noise, caused both of you to jump away from one another. Clearing your throat, you quickly rose to your feet. Smoothing down your bunched-up shirt, you quickly joined Sam in the kitchen while passing Steve on his way out.

Letting out a sigh of relief, you leaned against one of the counters crossing your arms along your chest.

Sam cleared his throat, as he looked at you in question from across the kitchen island. "So, when are you two going to stop dancing around your feelings for one another?" He raised an eyebrow in the process.

Groaning, you leaned your head back allowing you to stare at the ceiling. Opening and closing your mouth several times, you frowned before moving to lean against the island, facing Sam.

"Don't try and deny it," Sam spoke shrugging. "Everyone can see it."

"Sam." You warned letting out a defeated huff. "He doesn't see me that way."

Sam shook his head. Before he could open his mouth, both Steve and Bucky barged into the kitchen bickering about something only they knew about. Grinning to yourself, a silent chuckle fell past your lips. Returning your gaze to Sam, he sent you a knowing look.

"I, rather, Bucky, has an important announcement," Steve spoke proudly, as he clasped his hands upon Buckys shoulders. "Go on, tell 'em what you just told me, Buck."

Both men shared a chuckle before he turned to face, you and Sam. A pit began forming in your stomach as you felt your heart fall into your stomach. Attempting to shake the feeling, you turned to Bucky giving him your full attention.

"I...I have a date." He spoke grinning from ear to ear.

Instantly, the feel of the room had changed from elated to disappointment. Furrowing your eyebrows together in confusion, you felt the smile that your lips had previously been holding falter to a frown. While tears began welling in your eyes.

Your mouth had become dry, while you felt a rasp forming in your throat. "W-What?"

The three men turned their attention towards you. Steve and Bucky shared the same confused yet concerned etched expression, while Sam wore one of sorrow.

"I...I have to go." You muttered, rushing out of the kitchen.

As you gathered your belongings, you felt the droplets of your tears that had fallen from your cheeks. Muffled sobs began falling as you felt yourself beginning to sniffle in the process.

Your mind was quickly clouded, preventing you from thinking straight. Gathering what you could, you quickly put your shoes on before bolting.

Attempting to gather your composure, you made your way back to the compound. You had felt surprised that you were able to hold it together the entire ride back.

Busting into your room, you made your way to the shower in hopes it would comfort you. Changing into a pair of comfier clothes, you laid on your bed, staring out of your bedroom window at the night lights of the city. Your mind was quickly clouded with thoughts of how many other people were experiencing heartbreak as well.

The sound of someone knocking on your door caused you to jump.

"Who is it?" You questioned, hoping deep down it would be Bucky wanting to check up on you.

"It's Wanda." She spoke. "Can I come in?"

"FRIDAY, can you please unlock my door?"

Wanda rushed in making sure to lock the door behind her. Throwing her arms around you, she pulled you in for a bone-crushing hug. Before you knew it, the floodgates had opened. Tears streamed down your face as sobs shook through your body, as your arms laced around her holding her in your iron grip. Without a word, Wanda held you tighter as her hand ran up and down your back. The only sound in your room was the sobs that fell past your lips.

After some time had passed, Wanda pulled away enough to create a slight space between you. Your cheeks carried a pink tint upon them. Your eyes falling down to her shirt that had produced a slightly darker spot upon it than anywhere else on it.

"S-Sorry." You hiccuped feeling tears welling up in your eyes again.

Wanda giggled, shaking her head slightly. "Don't worry about it."

"I don't mean to intrude-" Vision's voice startled both you and Wanda. Turning to face the android, you raised an eyebrow in question.

"Vis." Wanda whined. "We talked about this."

"Oh, yes." Vision spoke glancing back in the direction he had gone through the wall. "I...Y/N, sounded like she was in trouble."

Glancing at Wanda, her expression had morphed into one of being mortified. The sound of hearty laughter bubbled up inside you. It wasn't long before tears cascaded down your cheeks for an entirely different reason. Holding an arm across your stomach, you placed your free hand upon Wanda's forearm attempting to keep yourself sturdy. It didn't take much longer before both Wanda and Vision were sharing your hysterical laughter.

Wiping the remainder of your tears, you got up from your place on the bed approaching Vision. Throwing your arms around his shoulders, you pulled him in for a warmth-filled hug.

Vision tensed as he was under the impression he had miss read the situation.

Pulling away from him, you gave him a toothy smile. "Thank you."

Returning to your previous position beside Wanda, you pulled her in for a hug giving her a smile.

It was a few days before you'd see Bucky again. You had gone out of your way with the help of Steve, Sam, Wanda, Vision, and FRIDAY to make sure you wouldn't run into him accidentally.

Taking a deep breath, you stood across from the living room attempting to steady your nerves. With a sudden boost of courage, you made your way inside, making a b-line for Bucky.

Clearing your throat, you bounced on the balls of your feet slightly. Bucky quickly glanced up from his book before doing a double-take. The color draining from his face as if he had seen a ghost.

"I-Is this seat taken?" You questioned offering him a sweet smile.

"Yeah." He spoke while shutting his book.

Your smile faltering at his confession as you felt heat dance along your cheeks.

"By you."

Letting out a breath you hadn't known you were holding, you nodded before sliding beside him on the loveseat.

A suffocating silence fell between you. Bucky had made a conscious decision to make sure his leg and shoulder wouldn't accidentally bump yours, not wanting to cross any lines.

"So-"

"I-"

Sharing a toothy smile, you began giggling that turned into fits of laughter. Any remaining tension that lingered was disintegrated. Letting his guard down, his leg was pressed firmly against yours. While his arm rested on the back of the couch directly behind your head.

"You first," Bucky spoke, motioning towards you.

Nodding your head, you cleared your throat. "I...I... Um..." Closing your eyes, you felt your heart drop once again. "I have feelings for you...And I know I lost my chance, but I don't want to risk losing your friendship too.." Your voice trailed off, while you dropped your eyes to your fingernail bed, pushing back your cuticles. "I'd...I'd like to hear about your date."

Glancing at Bucky from your peripherals, you were able to see his jaw had fallen slack. The more seconds that passed by, the more you felt hours had passed. Time had slowed down.

"I...I should go." Before he could respond, you raced out of the living room locking yourself in your bedroom.

As the shock of your confession fell away, he reached for his phone. The realization of how long overdue the call was crossed his mind.

Rushing out of the compound, Bucky dashed to the agreed-upon meeting place.

"There you are." A light voice greeted him. "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show."

Greeting him with a hug, Bucky stiffened at the contact. Pulling away from her, he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"The name's Agnes." She grinned, holding her hand out expectantly towards Bucky.

"Bucky." He spoke, nodding at her.

"Shall we-"

"Listen, Agnes." He let out a sigh. "This...This isn't going to work out."

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she rolled her eyes. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this, this century, but here we are." Moving her arms, time froze around her.

"What-"

Before Bucky knew it, Agnes let out a snarl before lunging at Bucky. Dodging her first attack, Bucky gazed at her with widened eyes.

"Fine. We can do this, the hard way." She chuckled. Moving her hands a purple hue enveloped around Bucky.

Binding his wrists and ankles, Bucky was hovering slightly above the ground. "Why are you doing this?"

"Don't worry, it's not you I want." She spoke circling around him.

Without allowing Bucky to further question her, she pulled her shell necklace out from underneath her blouse. Standing directly in front of Bucky, she held her necklace in front of him. Gazing into his eyes, she saw them change to purple orbs before returning to his previous artic color.

Waving her hand, the purple mist was gone. Time resuming.

"There you are Agnes sweetheart. I was looking everywhere for you." Bucky greeted, placing his hands on her hips gently tugging her into him. Placing his lips upon her cheek, he gave her a chaste kiss.

Agnes, grinned devilishly, as a plan began forming in her mind.

Wondering down the street, you made your way to your favorite coffee shop.

"Y/N!" Bucky's voice called before you.

Your shoulders dropping in defeat as you let out a groan.

"I want you to meet someone."

Turning to face Bucky, you were surprised to see a brunette clinging to his side.

"Y/N, this is Agnes." He motioned to her with his free hand. "My girlfriend."

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prettyvampiress96 · 3 years ago

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The Malfoy Secret - Chapter 3

Since the traumatic death of her last living relative, Anna had since been a guest in the Malfoy manor . Although she was by now a little more than a guest. Her aunt was peacefully laid to rest and throughout the whole ordeal the Malfoys were her absolute anchor to reality. Anna however still couldn't put her thoughts in order at the situation. On one hand Anna had wanted to go home but on the other hand she rather enjoyed the company of the Malfoys. Anna had previously attempted to return home twice. The first time Anna had gone to return home , Draco begged her not to leave claiming he wanted to make the most of her company before his return to his last term of third year next week.. The second time Cissa began fretting about her wellbeing. Her being worried about Anna all alone in that big house. So Anna agreed to stay to ease Cissa's conscience but did say that she would return before her first day of work at the Ministry. What Anastasia didn't know was that she would be the right hand assistant to Lucius himself. The letter enclosing said information remained unopened in the Rosier mansion.

The following week Narcissa and Lucius bid Draco farewell at kings cross station whilst Anna was already in the Ministry of Magic for her first day along with another student from her year . Anastasia now knew that she would be working with Lucius , she was relieved at least it was someone who wouldn't judge her by her name. Though the thought of being in such a confined space with the white haired man had butterflies filling the pit of her stomach. Lucius strutted into his office in the department of Magical Law Enforcement, halting in his footsteps at the sight of his darling Anna stretching on the tips of her feet to reach a book higher up on the shelf, Lucius held back a laugh as he took in just how miniature she was even in a pair of heels. Even though he adored that about her , he couldn't help picture in absolutely nothing but those heels all stretched out for him and for cissa of course. Anna hadn't yet realised he had entered the room she was too caught up in finding the book Mr. Crouch had requested. Lucius took this as his moment . He walked as quietly as he could towards her . When Anna was in his reach, his large hands held her hips , his long fingers digging in slightly. Anna's back pressed flush against his broad chest. Leaning down to her ear. "You want my help with that darling ?" He whispered pressing himself further into the girl. Anna blushed at the feeling of his hardened member making itself known. Easily reaching for the book , his hand could reach without him even trying. "By all means you can say no and I shall just sit back and watch as that little skirt rides up more and more. Its taking I have not to throw you over my desk and worship you right here babygirl" Lucius smirked as Anastasia let out a squeak at the pet name he called her. Lucius brought the book down to Anna's eyesight, offering it out to her , Anna still pressed against the overly large shelf. Before Anna could respond in walked Narcissa. Narcissa drank in the scene in front of her , the sight of her husband and hopefully her soon to be princess. Anastasia's face flushed a deep red as she resisted the urge to run into Cissa's arms. " My darling how lovely of you to join us isn't that right princess?" Lucius turned to face cissa while slipping a wink to Anna. "I .. Uh..you...I should get this book to Mr. Crouch " she said shyly unsure of how to respond , after all neither of them had spoken since her and cissa kissed. Anna couldn't help wondering is Narcissa regretted it. Bowing her head Anna moved to rush from the room. "WAIT, STOP" Narcissa called after her smiling as annas feet immediately come to a halt." Hurry back darling there's something we should all talk about". Anna nodded in response quickly exiting the room. Anastasia walked with the book in her arms just down the hall, knocking respectively , Anna awaited permission before entering. " Mr Crouch I'm terribly sorry if I am interrupting I'm just bringing the book you requested from Mr Malfoy" Anastasia informed showing the book as if she needed the proof. "Ah right yes, good good I do believe you may have just missed crossing paths with our young Mr Weasley. He took it upon himself to retrieve that book . A good boy he is . If that is all Miss Rosier I am rather busy I'm afraid" Mr Crouch, the minister of Magic himself said without raising so much as his head. Anna walked back to Lucius's office , the sound of her heels clacking with every step, when suddenly body blocks her way. "You know you'd think the slimy Slytherin's would crawl back into their holes rather than working for the Ministry . Your father was a blind fool to follow the dark lord . Tell me what would daddy think of his daughter now. Oh no thats right he got himself killed before you could wipe the drool from your chin? " Percy Weasley sneered at her . Anastasia's blood fuelled an inferno of rage and Percy was about to get a taste of the fire. Passer's by began to stop and watch while office doors seemed to open for the fellow workers to do the same. Annas eyes glazed over and she smiled a

sweet smile. " Don't you ever speak of my family in that way do you hear me ? You want to know what my 'daddy' thinks , insult me again and you'll be finding out" Anna threatened in a low voice her wand drawn and pressed into the younger Weasleys throat. Lucius Malfoy was the first to intervene , his hand pushing anna's armed one down. He ushered the furious girl into the office and she slowly began following. " Enjoy freedom while you can I'm sure they've got a cell in Azkaban with your family's name on call it an heirloom. As cold, dark narcissistic murderers run in your family dont they. When you slip up Rosier and you will . I will be the one to put you there myself" Percy shouted at her back. Taken off guard Percy hadn't expected Anna to throw 'stupefy at him knocking him down the hall by a few good feet . " Funny that if I'm to go to Azkaban it'll be for killing you. You're a no good blood traitor and yet you think you actually have the audacity to think you stand a chance against me. I know spells your mother couldnt even dream of mastering . You think you can talk about my family when you know absolutely nothing . I'll escort myself to Azkaban right now once I've sent your cold body to your mother. That dark enough for you saint Percy? Anna fumed her wand raised . Arthur Weasley emerged from the crowd , his wand drawn protecting his son. Lucius drew his wand and stood directly in front of Anastasia.

"Princess go, back to the office head held high cissy is there and I'll be right behind you "Lucius whispers so low only Anastasia could hear it. Anna nods confirming she had indeed heard his words but she was reluctant to walk away. When Lucius firmly commands her once again to go as she reaches the offices, she can already feel the tears fill her eyes and the burning sensation in her chest. Anna just wanted to scream . Instead she shuts the door and walks to her desk with her head down. Realisation hitting her like a tonne of bricks Anna slides down the nearest wall. Narcissa immediately running to the sobbing girl sitting next to her , Cissa cradled anna against her chest, rocking slightly whilst rubbing a hand soothingly on the black haired girls back.

"I'm not a bad person I've followed every rule. I've never put a foot wrong yet I'm still painted with the same brush as my father am I destined to be alone. Perhaps Azkaban is the best place for someone with a name like mine". Lucius having now dealt with the pathetic Weasleys returns just as Anna sobs those words. Seeing her so broken and seeing his wife so affected at those words only tempted Lucius to go back and seriously damage the disrespectful boy. Weighing his options, nothing was more important than his family and as of that his girls needed him. Narcissa who was still holding Anna raised her head to look at her husband , she tilted her head to the side silently asking what had happened out there.

He ushered Narcissa over to him which she does hesitantly. Torn between leaving Anna and finding out what had occurred . Narcissa's curiosity got the best of her. "Anna I'll be right back darling" Narcissa whispered assuringly. Lucius explains in a hushed whisper briefly what happened. Narcissa can't believe what she's heard. How could someone say something so cruel about her baby girl. Lucius made his way over to Anna and bent down, lifting her chin up to face him. " Don't you ever let me hear say that about yourself . We would never allow you to be put in that wretched place. A name does not define you. That boy knows nothing. He is nothing. You are my everything. Our everything " he would say pulling cissa to him as she steps nearer not wanting to scare Anna . "I'm yours. Like both of you?" Anna questioned back , her green eyes wide and her pink lips pouted in slight confusion. " Why don't we all go back home a discuss this over a drink hmm?" Cissa hinted holding her hand out for her husband and Anna to take .

They arrive back at Malfoy Manor and Anna takes a seat on the sofa in the front room with Cissa sitting on one side of her and Lucius on the other side. Lucius gently takes one of Anna’s hands in his and with the other hand gently turns her head to face him “Anna I meant what I said earlier you are our everything and I want to discuss you becoming apart of our relationship” He nods at Cissa before continuing “There is no pressure Anna, you can say no and we’ll respect your decision. It won’t affect our working relationship either.” Anna doesn’t respond straight away, feeling a little shocked at his offer. “Should you agree to be with us boundaries would be set in place, which leads me to my next question. What are your boundaries Anna?” Lucius’ voice soft as he looks into her eyes.

“I don’t have any boundaries as I’ve never done this before” Anna answers honestly as she holds his gaze for a moment before looking down at her lap, a look of confusion washes over his face “Anna had never been kissed before I kissed her two weeks ago” Cissa explained. Lucius places his fingers under Anna’s chin lifting her head up “Just to confirm Anna, you are a virgin?” She nods at him and feels her cheeks heat in a light blush. “We’ll take things nice and slow; we’ll go at a pace that suits you…if you agree to be ours that is.” Lucius tells her with a smile on his lips and Anna couldn’t help herself, she looked down at his mouth and licked her lips. Cissa nods agreeing with her husband “We will look after you. You will be safe with us…always” Cissa took hold of Anna’s other hand in hers and begun rubbing small soothing circles on the back of her hand with her thumbs.

Anna looks between Cissa and Lucius before speaking “I’d like to be yours, both of yours but I’m worried I cannot offer you much in return” Cissa turns Anna’s head so she is looking at her “Just by agreeing to be with us is giving us more than you can imagine. All we want to do is to make you feel loved, safe and of course pleasure you beyond your wildest dreams” Cissa smiles and leans forward pressing her lips to Anna’s in a quick but sweet kiss.

“If we overstep a boundary or you start to feel uneasy or anything just tell us. In fact, to be sure we are all comfortable with this arrangement I recommend we use safe words” Lucius said softly, his breath warm against her ear “Safe words?” Anna asked shyly and he chuckled lightly “Ahh so innocent my sweet girl” His fingers brushing her hair aside as he placed a soft kiss to her neck before continuing “Each of us picks a word that once spoken the others know enough is enough. The moment the word is spoken everything stops…straight away, no questions or explanations needed” Anna turned her head slightly so she was looking at him over her shoulder “I’d like to be yours, both of yours” He smiled at her before capturing her lips with his.

Lucius and Narcissa both hand in hand with Anastasia began escorting her up the winding black marble case not stopping until they reached the door to the master bedroom. Both Malfoys stood watching Anna's reaction as Lucius twisted the handle of the door pushing it open , allowing Anna the first step inside. Anastasia was in awe at the decoration. With a flick of his wrist Lucius had set candles alight causing a rather romantic atmosphere. Anna's hand was still laced with Cissa's, she was reminded off that when Narcissa squeezed her hand. " What do you think babygirl?" Cissa asked brushing a loose strand of Anna's hair from her face, leaning in she placed a soft kiss on Anna's lips . "It's beautiful Cissy . It really is" Anna breathed looking behind her for Lucius. When Anastasia noticed him still stood by the door only now minus his dress shirt , she reached her hand towards him wanting to touch . Lucius noticed Anna's hesitation and stepped into her reach, taking her hands he placed them on the centre of his broad chest. Anna's hands ran up over his bare shoulders and linked around his neck attempting to pull him down to her level due to the height difference. Anna could feel his intoxicating scent overwhelm her and she took the plunge pressing her lips to his . His kiss was different to that of Cissa's it was rougher and more dominant . Lucius's hands reached over the curves of Anna's ass and lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he walked them to the bed . A naked Narcissa joined the pair , running her fingers up anna's bare legs causing anna gasp allowing Lucius access to her tongue . Anastasia pulled back from her make out session , glancing at Narcissa, her eyes tracing over the perky nipples of her breasts. Anna's mouth ran dry . She had no idea what she wanted but god that woman was it. " Remember Darling we can stop whenever you like , tonight is all about you my pretty babygirl , mommy and daddy will make you feel so good I promise princess you just have to trust us" Narcissa spoke softly tapping her finger on the top button of anna's shirt. " Can mummy take this off baby " Cissa cooed , anna nodded and proceeded to remove the shirt herself only for cissa to stop her. "Let mommy do it angel please" Cissa asked again this time Anna nodded and allowed cissa to removed her top. Narcissa dropped the shirt to the floor her eyes never looking away from Annas full breasts, leaning forward cissa placed a wet kiss to the tops of her breasts. Ana in response arched her back unaware that her hips had rocked against the very non discreet package in Lucius's trousers. Narcissa's hands travelled lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the very tight skirt Anna had on. Cissa's fingers hooked into the band but waited for permission from Anna . "Princess Mommy's waiting for you "Lucius whispered in Anna's ear. Anastasia nodded fervently glancing down and the sight of a naked Narcissa between her thighs . Anna couldnt peel her eyes away. In a split second her skirt and panties were removed , Anna's core now slick and bare to Cissa who licked her lips in delight at the prize in front of her . "We can stop if you want to little princess, you just have to say and we promise we wont be disappointed in the slightest or should mommy continue" Lucius reminded . " No please Don't stop please dont stop "Anna pleaded . Her pleas were music to their ears. Lucius interlocked his fingers with Anna's , watching over anna's shoulder as his wife's head leant even closer to Annas blazing sex. Narcissa hummed as she dragged a finger through Anna's wet folds, shivering at the breathless gasp she made in response. Narcissa placed a soft kiss to either side of Anastasias inner thigh before connecting her warm tongue to her wet pussy. Anna's hips rose from the emerald sheets , her head thrown back into the crook of Lucius's neck and her grip on his hands getting tighter. " Is mummy making you feel good baby girl ? Let us hear those beautiful noises of yours petal" Lucius teased in advance. Anna mewled , feeling

an unfamiliar weight in the pit of her stomach. Narcissa continued flicking the sensitive bud while she introduced a single finger into Anna's tight hole preparing to stretch her out for Lucius. Slowly and gently Cissa began thrusting that finger in and out in time with the flicking of the bud . With her fingers getting so slick from Anna's running juices , cissa added a second finger and with every thrust in began spreading them apart . Anna's walls began to clench around Cissa's fingers locking them in place and her thighs tightening pulling cissa closer than she was. " Oh Oh Oh " Anna screamed as she rode her first ever climax down on Narcissa .Anna felt shifting from behind her as Lucius moved himself from the bed taking Cissa's place between Anna's thighs. Climbing above her Cissa placed a kiss to Anna's lips. "You did so well darling mummy's so proud of you. Does Daddy want a taste do you think? " Narcissa beamed down at her baby all glistening in sweat , glancing to her husband smirking. Lucius's hand reached across grabbing cissa at the chin, passionately kissing his wife all the while tasting the sweet nectar of his princess on her tongue. At some point during the exchange Lucius had removed his remaining clothing. Lucius tapped on Anna's thighs grabbing her attention. Narcissa sat near Annas head now it was her turn to watch the faces her baby pulled whilst screaming from the pleasure she was receiving. " Princess you need to listen just for a minute okay? Are you sure this is what you want? I won't lie to you my girl it might be a little uncomfortable at first but that passes. Are you absolutely sure?" Lucius needed to make her aware he'd never forgive himself if he hurt her . " Please I trust you Daddy I'd like to try. Help me try" Anna begged her voice sounding like a whine. Lucius wrapped his hand around his painfully hard cock swiping the pre-cum from the swollen head to lubricate it slightly. The combination of that and Anna's cum should be just enough.

As he slowly began to ease into her, Anna's walls clenched around him as a pained groan leaves her throat. Digging her nails into his shoulders as she squeezes her eyes shut tight, Anna's body tenses against his when he comes to a stop. His body trembling as he fights the lust inside him to thrust into his pretty little princess .When the pain starts to subside Anastasia slowly moves her hips .

"Please " was all Anna could muster out. Lucius takes her thigh and places it on his hip as he starts to slowly move against her . Quickly finding a steady rhythm, as his hips roll against hers both moving in perfect harmony , Anna could feel every thrust against her walls. Her nails leave red half-moon crescents on biceps. Narcissa sat back observing couldnt help but reach down and began circling her own clit. His name falls from Anastasia's mouth like a prayer when he finds that specific spot inside of her . "Fuck, Princess , you feel so good around Daddy" he moans as he thrust faster into her , pleasure invaded her senses as her vision begins to cloud , with her head thrown back Anna can no longer keep the moans inside of her . An inferno rages inside of her , Her hands fall from his arms to grasp at the sheets with such a force her knuckles began turning white. "Papi, I'm..." she moans out. " Let it go baby I'm here Daddy's here" Lucius coaxed. Anastasias walls enclosed around Lucius's cock , her nectar coating his manhood. With a last thrust into her Lucius emptied his load filling his princess up to the brim. Gently removing himself from inside her , Lucius laid to the right of Anna enclosing her in his arms, Narcissa laid to the left of Anna . "Our princess did absolutely perfect wouldn't you say so dear?" Narcissa asked Lucius. "Oh i couldn't agree more darling. How are you feeling Princess?" Lucius asked Anna. The three of them an entanglement of limbs. Until Narcissa rose from the bed and into the large bathroom followed by the sound of running water. " Come on Darling let us clean you up and put you in something comfy before you fall asleep" Narcissa commented. Anna however was quite tired and comfy as she mumbled incoherent words from where she was. Lucius scooped her up into his arms and took her into the bathroom himself. Narcissa already in the bath, held her arms out as he lowered his princess down into her lap. A scent of lavender and camomile filled their senses. Lucius lathered up a sponge and glided it over every inch of Anastasias body. Anastasia snapped from her dazed state smiling at both Lucius and Narcissa. Before putting her head down and playing with her fingers , a sign they had already noticed when she was nervous or embarrassed. " Princess Is everything alright darling? Are you hurt or in pain?" Cissa asked concerned she may be hurt . " No no nothing like that I was urm well I just wondered could I stay with you two tonight?" Anna asked so quietly that if they had been any further away they wouldn't have caught it. "Of Course you sweet girl you were always going to sleep in with us . We wouldn't have it any other way. Now why dont you let mommy wash your hair whilst daddy gets out and fetches you something comfy eh?" Narcissa said softly to Anna pulling her in for a cuddle in the warm water. With the girls dressed in Narcissa's nightgowns , Lucius had made a mental note to have cissa and anna go shopping soon. Lucius had already pulled back the covers and slid in, waiting for his girls to come out. "Which side should I sleep?" Anna asked Narcissa. They hadn't discussed that yet. " Why dont you sleep in the middle darling so that way we can both hold you" Lucius offered. Anna scrambled into bed followed by Cissa. Cissa took hold of Annas hand and kissed the knuckles.

"I'm so happy you agreed to be ours our darling girl "Narcissa expressed. Lucius turned on his side facing Anna and Cissa draping his arm across the both of them in a protective manner. " I love you both my precious girls" Lucius said lovingly. The three slept in each others embrace for the rest of the night.

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reignstormz · 4 years ago

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|IMAGINE; PART TWO|

INTRO; Continuation from Part One, I couldn't type the entire imagine on just one smh. Still hope you enjoy!

WARNINGS; Sexual content ahead, still. Read at your own risk.

CAST; Same as the first chapter

MINI PLAYLIST; Beg For It - Chris Brown / Someday Is Tonight - Janet Jackson / Hold On - The Internet / Rather Be - H.E.R. / Finesse - Bryson Tiller.

🦋Tampa, Florida

🦋July 25th, 2021

Ever since then, you and Roman stayed in touch. You got to know each other very well over the past couple of months, and became good friends, close friends to be exact. Roman was like the other half to you that you never thought you needed; You both had a lot in common as well as differences which complimented each other, everytime you were together there was never a dull moment, you could talk for hours to this man about anything and laugh about pure nonsense that only you two could understand. He always gave the best advice whenever you were down, and did whatever he could to make you smile. Roman wasn't just the fine ass guy from the gym that you fawned over back then, he was your best friend, which made it harder to contain your feelings believe it or not.

You loved him, but it wasn't just a friendly love, you were in love. Overtime, you started to realize that he was truly your soul mate all this time. You had an idea of that beforehand, but you always denied it, mainly because you didn't want to rush into things, or get hurt again. As you guys got further into your friendship, you had revealed to him about what you went through, and how crushed you were. There wasn't a day afterwards that Roman wouldn't tell you that you deserved better, someone that would treat you like the queen that you were.

He'd always tell you that you were special, beautiful, and sometimes even got a little touchy with you. There was always a flirtatious vibe that he would give off, and you of course didn't mind. You had a strong feeling that he felt the same way, you knew he did, but you didn't want to say anything. You wanted him to make the first move. However, you were making moves of your own as well.

After your ex finally moved out of your apartment, you wanted to completely turn your life around. You wanted to boss up, and bring out your alter ego for a change. It was time to reach for the lifestyle that you always wanted, and sitting around feeling sorry for yourself wasn't going to do anything. So, you went out and did just that. First, you searched a new job. Even though you loved your current one, you strived for something bigger, and a better salary. You searched, and searched, you honestly thought that there was going to be no luck until you came across something that captured your interest.

It was an assistant job at a business company named 'Roman Empire Enterprises' and though it had a nice ring to it, it also reminded you of Roman. Anything reminded you of him, due to how head over heels you were. So, you decided to take a leap of faith and apply. You were interviewed by an older, white man named Paul Heyman, and he had informed you about every little detail this business had. He talked about how this was a family ran business, and how he's worked with them for generations. You noticed that, he never really talked about who you were going to be assisting, but addressed the family as the 'Anoa'i Family' which was Roman's last name. You got a little curious, wondering if he had anything to do with this or if he even owned this place. So, you flat out asked if he worked there and Paul didn't hesitate to answer your question. Apparently, Roman was the boss of the entire company and that's what you signed up for, to be his assistant.

You were extremely confused as to how you didn't have this information before you applied for the job, but you were even more confused at the fact that Roman never told you about his occupation this entire time you've been friends. You'd ask about it sometimes, but he would always brush it off. When you got a moment alone, you told him everything about what you found out, and he revealed something to you as well. He admitted to owning the company and being the boss, but he never told you about it because it was more than that, and he didn't want to scare you off. Roman wasn't just a regular boss, he was a Mafia boss and this position had been handed to him after his father stepped down. His family has been doing this for years, and he's dealt with some pretty dangerous, horrific things being in control, but he loved it at the same time. Roman's cousin Jey was apart of it, so was his brother Jimmy that you ended up meeting was too, including Paul, who was his special counsel.

You didn't know what to think if it, and it took you awhile to process all of it. You honestly thought about turning down the job, and maybe even keeping your distance from him, but you couldn't, you loved him too much. After all, you trusted Roman, you knew he wouldn't let anything happen to you. When he found out you were the one that applied for the job, he was happy and begged for you to take it. You gave it some thought, knowing this was something way different than you have ever done before and it wasn't like any regular job, but it didn't take you too long before you accepted his offer.

It was the best decision you ever made, you loved working by his side. It did take a little bit of time for you to get the hang of things, but he taught you everything he knew about the Mafia game, his family, the business, and how important it was to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. You worked really hard, and he spoiled you with just about everything. Jewelry, your dream car, and your salary was big enough so you could get a new, spacious penthouse. Your life really turned around and you were proud of yourself for moving forward.

Currently, you were with Roman at the moment in his gym at his new house he moved into about two months ago. It was large, very grand, typically Roman's style. Another thing that you loved doing together other than going to the movies, and even going to dozens of restaurants was working out together. This time, you didn't have any accidents thankfully but you two still goofed around at times, like now.

You were on the ground, in a deep lunge, stretching after an intense workout. You thought Roman had left the room for a little bit to take care of some business calls, but he creeped up behind you and smacked your ass harshly. You winced, and then sighed, turning your head around to glare at him, "Can you stop doing that?"

"Doing what?" He shrugged, with a playful smirk on his face as he sat down on the edge of the bench press. You rolled your eyes, getting up from your lunge and stood in front of him in a challenging stance, "Don't get smart, you punk." Then you hit his arm and a grin grew on your face by his reaction.

He rubbed his arm in pain and laughed out loud, and he quickly grabbed the both of your hands as tried your best to get out of his grasp, "What did I say about you hitting me, babygirl?"

You bit your lip, instantly you got a tingly feeling in your stomach, whenever he called you by your nickname, or one of the many nicknames he gave you.

"Don't bite your lip and get all shy now, come here." Roman licked his lips with a settle, sensual smile on his face. Jesus take the wheel, you thought. Your heart started to beat really fast and you could no longer hold his stare, instead you continued to try to fight him off but it didn't work. He dropped your hands and quickly reached for your stomach to tickle you, making you giggle uncontrollably and fall into his lap. You were trapped in his gentle, yet firm hold as he kissed you repeatedly on the cheek, making you blush and hide your face into his neck.

This wasn't the only time that you guys were intimately close like this, there's been multiple occasions where you got really close, but no moves were made. Times like this made it really hard for you to control yourself or your feelings, you wish you could just say it, but you were scared.

You inhaled his sweet scent and your arms were wrapped his neck. His large arms were wrapped around your waist, embracing you. As you continued to hold each other in silence, the air started to thicken with heat and your body started to have a mind with his own from how turned on you stared to feel. Your body clinged onto his, giving you goosebumps, and you felt a waterfall starting to form between your legs as you sat directly on his area, which you could've sworn you felt a bulge. You then felt his hands briefly wander over your ass once, which you tried your best not to react to and keep quiet, but the second time he lightly squeezed it, causing you to jolt your hips gently against him. Your breath hitched, and you pressed your lips together, holding back a moan.

"Do it again, Mama.." He whispered deeply into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You nervously sighed, knowing that you've gone pretty far and there was no turning back now. If he didn't know before, he definitely knew now. You slowly pulled away from him, stopping your actions and looked down, with his large bulge in your view.

"Roman-" You began to say but he cut you off, hushing you.

"Shh." Roman tilted your neck to the side, leaving trails of kisses down your neck, "Roman what, huh?" He asked seductively. Your eyes slowly fell closed, falling into every kiss and touch he planted on your skin.

"I-" You muttered but he slapped your ass, shutting you up. Roman chuckled, and moved to the other side of your neck.

"Do you think I'm stupid, babygirl?" He trailed kisses up your neck, leaving one last kiss close to your lips before pulling away a little but still close to you. As you avoided eye contact with him, he watched your every move, "Look at me." He demanded carefully.

You hesitantly looked down at him, meeting his gaze before and shook your head shyly, answering his question. He just simply stared at you, as if he was trying to read you while a faint smirk was on his face.

"Then what's with all the games, hm? Why are you playing wit' me?" He questions darkly as his hands roam your body, "You think I don't know how you feel about me?"

You stayed quiet, which was the exact reply he needed to be proved right. You were on the fence, nervously anticipating what he was going to do or say next.

Roman chuckles, and his hands find his way inside your shorts, taking a handful of your ass in his hands making you gasp, and you got even more wet.

"Or were you too scared to tell me?" He said quietly, and was about two inches away from your face. You inhaled slowly, and your eyes fell to his lips.

"I wasn't scared.." You trail off, lying through your teeth. Roman licked his lips, alternating his attention between your eyes and lips.

"If you're not scared," He challenged, bringing you even closer, trapping any space between you both, giving you no choice to give in, "Then show me."

You stared into his lustful eyes for one, lingering second before you smashed your lips into his, resting your hands on his face while he returned the kiss right away, tightening his grip on your ass. Lord knows how long you've wanted to do that, there was a whole bunch of emotions running around in your mind; Relief, Happiness, Lust, but most importantly, Love. You loved Roman more than anything and it was beyond overwhelming that you finally got the chance to show him, through your mind, soul, and body.

As the makeout session got more heated, your bodies reacted with it. Your hips began to move in sync with his, creating a huge amount friction and pleasure. You moaned softly into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside of your mouth, having a battle with your own. His hands trailed up to your waist, holding them firmly as you moved against him and he broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours, "I want you to say the words." He says, trying to control his heavy breath.

You both stare intensely into each other's eyes as he moves your hips faster, making you come undone, "Say it. Say it to me."

You nodded quickly, knowing exactly what he meant, wanting nothing more to get to the point, the teasing was driving you crazy, "I want you to fuck me," You say bluntly with a shaky breath. Roman smiled lazily, slowing down your hip movements and pecked your lips, "That's my girl."

He picked you up from the bench with your legs wrapped around his waist, and switched you around so that you were sitting down. Your face was instantly met with his pelvic area, and his member that damn near poked out of his shorts. He looked huge, you gulped, startled from the surprise. Roman tilted your head up gently to look at him, then took your hand and put it on his bulge.

"You see what you do to me?" He asked, licking his lips slowly, and you could even spot how glistened they were. In response, you smirked, tracking your hand up a little to grab the waist band of his shorts but he quickly stopped you.

"Not so fast, baby girl." He warned you, and you frowned a little, wondering why he wouldn't let you continue.

"You come first, always." Roman caressed your cheek and nodded his head toward the bench, motioning for you to lay down, "Lay down for me."

You laid down against the bench, adjusting a little bit to more comfortable and Roman dropped onto his knees his front of you, running his hands over your thighs and briefly on your stomach, taking in your body.

"Look at you.." He trailed off, opening your legs and licked his lips. "Not being able to hold still, why are you shaking, Mama?"

You sighed, looking down at him, meeting his lustful stare. You shook your head, and whispered, "Stop teasing me."

"After all the teasing you've done this entire time?" He questions, slightly looking at you like you were crazy, and gives you his sexy smile along with shaking his head, "Nah, that's not how this works."

His finger trailed down your slit, tracing it through your shorts. Your boy was so hot, wanting even more, you knew that you were drenched down there.

"I don't think you understand who you're dealing with." He says carefully as he continues to trace the outlines of your pussy through your shorts, "When you tease me, your teasing Daddy.."

The way he said Daddy made your breathing pace quicken, and your heart beat faster. You didn't know much you could take.

"And when you tease Daddy, there's consequences." Roman presses harshly on clit, making all of your nerves shoot through your body. You bit your lip, closing your eyes trying not to utter a sound.

"You're going to learn not to mess with me," He kisses the inside of you thigh softly, "And you're going to learn what happens to pretty girls like you who don't wanna' listen." He leaves one last kiss on your other inner thigh before he pulls off your shorts, revealing your blue, soaked panties.

"So here's how it's going to go down, Princess." He rubs your clit gently, teasing you painfully, "I call the shots, and you're gonna' do what I say. You're going to listen to Daddy, and if you disobey me in the slightest, your punishment will get worse. Do you understand?"

You were at loss of words, and didn't know what else to say. You had absolutely no idea what you were in for, but you couldn't wait. He smacked your thigh, not too hard but to get your attention making you jump, "When I ask you something, you answer." He demanded in a raspy voice.

"Y-Yes." You stuttered, letting him take full of control of your body. Roman smirked, watching you unravel under his touch, "Good."

His eyes then trailed down your soaked pussy and his mouth watered, dying to get a peak and a taste. His captivating fingers started to move faster, massaging your clit and you couldn't help but squirm a little, and the minute he felt you move, he put his hand on top of your pelvic bone, holding you down.

"Don't move," Roman warned. You had no where to go, and you tried your best to keep still as he played with your pussy, but it was extremely hard too. You inhaled deeply, and a soft moan followed after not being able to hold in it anymore.

"You like that shit, don't you?" He chuckled darkly, finding your sweet moans very sexy. To drive you more wild, he lifted your panties to the side, revealing your pussy to the bleak air.

"Damn, baby. All this, for me?" He says, talking about your wetness. Your hand traveled over your sports bra, clenching your breast, not knowing what to do with yourself.

"Please.." You beg, Roman presses his thumb onto your clit, rubbing it slowly and his pace gradually gets faster.

"Already not listening to Daddy?" He questions, with an innocent expression however as he stares at you, he places a long, slow lick on your slit. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and he stops there, sliding your panties off all the way and stands up.

"Get up," He orders. You follow his demands getting up off of the bench and he grabs a hold of your waist, bringing you close to him and smacks you ass.

"What did I tell you?" He whispers in your ear, with his hands briefly roaming your ass before he smacked it again, making you jump.

Before you could answer, without warning, his hand slips between the both of you, reaching your pussy and his finger slips inside of you. You gasp, tightly holding onto his shoulders and burried your face into his chest.

"Roman.." You moaned into his shirt as his skilled fingers had their way with you. Roman kissed your forehead, and then kissed your ear before he whispered.

"It's okay, baby." He cooed into your ear as his fingers moved fastly between your folds. "You wanna be bad and show out? That's fine. If you wanna' act like a brat, I'll treat you like one.

His fingers slipped out of your wetness and he turned the both of you around, laying on the bench and pulled you on top of him. He scooted upwards the bench as you straddled him and he motioned for you to come forward with his finger, "Sit on my face."

You sort of zoned out, not being able to prepare yourself for what was about to happen. Your pussy clenched just by his words, and your breath became shaky.

"I'm not asking you again." He warned intensely, and you snapped out of it, doing what he said and slowly adjusted yourself over his face. He grabbed your hips firmly, keeping you still as you held the weight bar for support.

Then, as you lowered yourself onto him, his tongue met your wetness and began exploring your folds like no tomorrow. You closed your eyes tightly shut, throwing your head back, not being able to think straight. He moved your hips back and forth, tasting every inch of you as you moaned uncontrollably. His tongue truly had a mind of its own, it moved so fast that you could barely think straight

Sounds of him tasting you echoed across the room, pushing you over the edge as he was lost between your folds. His tongue circled around you clit multiple times before taking it fully into his mouth, sucking the life out of your soul. His eyes trailed up your body and onto your facial expressions, getting even more hard at the love faces you were making. He loved the fact that he was making you feel good, trapped with no where to go. Roman would have fantasies like this all the time, and he's been wanting to do this to you for a long time. His dreams were coming true right before his eyes.

He slowed down his pace, and inserted his tongue inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and he couldn't help but smile partly in response as he tongued your folds. He let go of your hips, and his hands slowly traveled inside of his shorts, pleasing himself as he let you take control.

"Ride my face." He said sexily, winking at you. You held the bar tightly, making your balance steady before you slowly started to bounce up and down his tongue gently.

"Oh my God.." You trailed off, whimpering, feeling yourself come close to the edge. If you kept going, you weren't going to be able to hold it any longer.

"I'm gonna' cum." You say, not being able to catch your breath. Roman groaned lowly against you, loving the way you tasted and from the pleasure he was giving himself. He let go of himself and placed his hands back on your hips, moving you faster.

"Cream all over my face, baby girl." He encouraged you, gripping your hips tightly, not daring to take his eyes off of you. His hand reached up your body, sneaking underneath your sports bra and massaged your breast. You closed you eyes shut, repeating the word yes yes yes over and over again before you finally reached your peak, along with your legs shaking slightly. He slowed down your movements, leaving one last kiss on your slit as you took deep breaths, trying to recover from your orgasm.

You got up slowly, swinging your leg around to get up off of him. Roman propped his elbows, helping himself get back up and he wasted no time in pulling you on top of his lap, kissing your lips passionately, and you giggled in response, which made him smile into the kiss. You took the opportunity to undo his hair from his bun, letting it all fall down to his shoulders as you tasted yourself on hips lips. As you continued to make out with him, he took your sports bra off and you helped him take off his shirt. His arms were wrapped securely around your body, picking you up from the bench and your legs were wrapped around his torso as he backed you up against the wall gently.

He let go of your legs carefully, setting you down on the exercise step-stool. You were now at his level, which was exactly where he wanted you to be.

Roman broke the kiss and grabbed your wrists, placing them above your head against the wall dominantly, he stared into your eyes, then looked you up and down slightly before leaning forward, whispering into your ear once more making your body lose all it's feeling.

"Hear me clearly, and hear me good." He directed you with ease, "You can't fool me, baby. I can tell just by the way you look at me, that I make you nervous. Whenever I have you this close to me, you get shy, and easily embarrassed. You can hardly look me in the eye half of the time because of how you feel towards me. I can read you like no one else can, and you're still doubting yourself. I've told you time, and time again how perfect you are. There's nothing about you I wouldn't change, and I'd give you the whole world if I could, if would you just give me a chance."

"I don't deserve you." You denied, looking away from him, with a hint of sadness in your voice trying to process everything he was saying. He remained holding the both of your wrists, kissing you cheek gently so you would look at him.

"Look at me," He pleaded softly. You eyes watered, and you hesitantly turned your head back at him.

"Stop saying that," Roman rested his forehead against yours. "You complete me, you always have."

You stare at him lovingly, feeling like you could get emotional by his words alone despite how good he made you feel. No one has ever made you feel the way he did, and at times he seemed too good to be true. That's why you often thought that you weren't good enough for him. You weren't shocked by him feeling the same way, because you knew he did, but you were shocked at how after all this time, you were so close to getting what you wanted, which was him.

Roman leaned forward, pecking your lips sweetly, and pulled away a little from you to take off his shorts along with his briefs, showing himself to you. You're eyes slightly widened at the sight, and your breath thickened as you saw him stroke himself slowly, aligning his dick to your entrance.

"Let Daddy please you.." He slapped his dick gently onto your pussy, making you squirm underneath his grasp, biting your lip as you both stared intensely at each other. Roman grabbed your right leg, placing it over his shoulder so he could have more access to you. He loved where he had you, especially loving you flexible you were, "Let me show you how much I love you. I don't care how loud you scream, how much you squirm or how badly you can't take it anymore. I won't stop until I have you cumming over, and over again. You will say my name, and you will acknowledge me. Listen, shut the fuck up, and take this dick."

Without warning, he slams inside you, causing your mouth to fall wide open and your eyes to roll back in pleasure. There was a little bit of pain since you were caught off guard, but not a whole lot. He groans, cursing under his breath and tightens his grip on your wrists, "You're so tight, babygirl. Shit.." He trails off as he slowly thrusts into you.

You bit your lip so hard that you started to feel blood drip from how harsh you attacked it, trying to be quiet like he said. Roman closed his eyes in pure bliss from how good you were making him feel. He loosed his grip on your wrist, letting one of your hands fall down while his other hand interlaced with yours on the wall as he kept stroking you. He leaned his forehead onto yours again, kissing you deeply as he continued to stroke you.

You wanted him to go faster, you were dying for him to go faster. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back, trying your hardest not to moan but there was no way you could hold it in anymore. Roman took the opportunity to leave kisses on your neck, and whisper nasty things to you.

"You feel so fucking good, my sweet girl." He moaned into your ear deeply, breathing heavily. You felt him inch closer and closer to your G-spot and you couldn't help but blurt out a sound of love, and Roman chuckled darkly, licking your earlobe slowly, "Whatchu' gotta say now, huh? You like the way Daddy's deep inside you? Making love to you? You love that shit? Yeah? Talk to me."

"Roman.." You beg, not being able to take it anymore. "Stop teasing me, baby. Please."

"Then say my name." He growled into you ear, with bass in his voice, "You hear me? Say, my name. Beg for it. Beg."

"I want you to go faster, please. I'm begging you." You're eyes started to gloss over from how good you were feeling, "Please, Daddy. Fuck me." You shakily whisper into his ear, and he instantly switches positions. He brings your leg down gently, and picks you up while he's still inside you. You wrap your legs around his waist tightly with your arms around his shoulders, and his hand firmly on your ass, holding you up.

"Hold on tight," Roman warns you briefly before railing up into you roughly, bouncing you up and down his dick. You screamed so loud that the neighbors could've heard you from so far away, but you didn't care, neither of you did. He was making you feel so, extremely good that it nearly made you want to pass out, you never had dick like this before, ever.

You held onto him tightly, running your fingers through his hair as he continued to fuck you. Both of you muttered insanely dirty things to each other back and forth the entire time while heavily breathing, moaning loudly. The pleasure was so overwhelming that tears began to roll down your face.

"Fuck, yes." You sighed heavily, and whimpered in ecstasy, "Don't stop, baby. Please please please." You repeatedly fastly, feeling yourself about to finish.

"Who's pussy is this?" He questions, squeezing your ass harshly, going even faster.

"It's yours, Daddy." You answer helplessly, starting to lose a little energy from how good he was giving it to you.

"And who do you belong to?"

"You, I'm all yours." You promise him. Your eyes slowly started to shut and your climax was building faster and faster, "Shit, I'm gonna cum."

"Cum," He egged you on. "Cum all over this dick."

Once he said the words, you held him even tighter than before and let your climax take over. You shook a little bit, trying to catch your breath. Roman's wickedly fast strokes came to a stop, slowing down, and kissed your cheek before sitting down on the exercise stool with him still inside of you but you were still on top of him.

He put his hands on your hips, trying to guide you but you put your hands on his wrist, wanting him to stop. You didn't think you could take anymore. Roman shook his head with a tired smirk, running his tongue over his bottom lip, "Don't even try running away, you're not done. Keep fucking going, you don't stop until I tell you too."

Since you were a still sensitive from your last orgasm, you goosebumps and shivers jolted across your body as you continued to ride his dick slowly. It was really hard, and you could barely keep a rhythm going, but Roman helped guide to since he knew that. As you threw your head back, he leaned down and took your nipple into his mouth, alternating between the both of them occasionally. His hand trailed down your ass, squeezing it, wanting you to pick up the pace.

"Come on, put in that work. You wanted this dick so bad, take it." He whispered lustfully to you, staring into your eyes and was about two inches away from your face. As you picked up the pace and went faster, Roman's eyes fell shut and he bit his lip, leaning his head against the wall.

"Fuck," He moaned, emphazing the word and dragging it out as your hips circled. Roman looked beyond sexy, and you couldn't take your eyes off of him. Just looking his reaction to how you were making him feel, it could make you cum again right then and there.

"Just like that, lil' Mama." He brought you closer to him, embracing you as he continued to ride him. Then, to bring you and himself close to the edge, he pinned your shoulders down and railed up into you, getting close.

"You're gonna' make me fucking cum." He groaned lowly into your ear as you continued to moan uncontrollably into his, "You want this nut? You wanna' have my kids, baby?"

You nodded quickly, clinging onto him as you felt another orgasm approaching you. You couldn't even cry anymore, you were so out of it that you couldn't even explain what you were feeling, "Cum inside me, Daddy." You begged.

He stroked harshly a couple more times before they eventually became sloppy, getting ready to release inside of you. Your G-Spot was hit just enough by the Samoan, making you cum all over again, but this time with him. Both of you moaned loudly, trying to catch your breath and held onto each other tightly, trying to come down from your high.

Then, you both heard the doorbell ring, making you both jump and pull apart from each other. You both looked towards the gym door and back at each other. You grinned, trying to hold back a laugh and he did the same, but you both ended up laughing. He grabbed your face, adoring your smile and infectious laugh, "You're so beautiful." He gushes to you as he kisses your lips tenderly. You smile into the kiss, kissing him back and pulled away partly.

"Do you think anyone heard us?" You asked, he shrugged, squeezing the life out of you, making you laugh again.

"I don't know, but if they did, I don't care." He pecked your lips twice, and hugged you, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"I love you so much." He says with his chest, meaning every word he said.

You smiled softly, rubbing circles on his back gently, and your heart warmed. You wanted nothing more than to hear him say that, you felt complete.

"I love you more."

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zoffra · 4 years ago

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Why Hisoka decided to kill the troupe ?

Analysis in two parts:

1- Hisoka's pre-fight personality

2- Hisoka's post fight psychological change

Part 1 -

Let us make a point on Hisoka's character.

Hisoka's a character who takes pleasure in fighting strong opponents, it's his reason for living, it's like a drug in the proper sense of the term. If he doesn't fight for a long time, or if he's about to fight and - for whatever reason - the fight doesn't start, he'll kill anyone to satisfy his need and calm his excitement. This happens, for example, during hunter exam after meeting Kurapika and Leorio (= satisfying his need), or after Illumi's meeting with Killua and Alluka (= calming his excitement).

Other than that, he carefully chooses his opponents and will even refuse fights if he judges that the person isn't worth it.

Hisoka's incredibly patient. In order to fight Chrollo, he'll put in a lot of effort. He joins the spiders - which already isn't an easy task - and waits for three years that an opportunity presents itself, so that he finds himself alone with the leader and can fight him. The other members don't interest him - except maybe Machi to a much lesser extent.

After Chrollo lost his Nen, Hisoka assists the troupe in search for the exorcist. Shizuku assumes that Chrollo promised him a fight in exchange for his help. It's not known how long Chrollo's deprived of his Nen, whats certain is that several months go by.

Abengan's Nen works like this: he invokes a Nen beast whose shape and size varies according to the curse's power posed by his user. The stronger the curse, the longer that will takes time- and you can be sure that Kurapika's chain was far more powerful than Genthru's bomb.

Later, we learn from Gitarakuru that after recovering his Nen, Chrollo fled. During this time, he returned to Meteor city to prepare his fight and steal various capacities - in particular that of the dean, Shalnark and Kortopi. Finally, after all these waiting years, Hisoka's finally rewarded and they'll fight in a place - that Chrollo himself chooses, as floor master : Celestial tower.

I'll not describe the fight, I can only advise those who haven't read the manga to go and find out for themselves. If I could sum it up in one word, it would be 'disappointing'. But not for us, readers, for Hisoka.

Chrollo used sneaky methods, avoiding to maximum close contacts with Hisoka, while sending his puppets to fight for him, waiting for opportunities to hit him critically. Warning! This isn't a criticism, I'm not saying it's something bad, these are just the facts.

We know that Chrollo's calculating and that beyond his extraordinary physical abilities, he distinguishes himself from others by his intelligence. For me, this fight is the very reflection of his personality, calculated like music paper and orchestrated by Chrollo as master of ceremonies.

It's also a nose thumb at the relationship they've always had. Hisoka spent more time killing puppets with no interest to reach Chrollo, rather than fighting him. He finds himself in the situation where he has always been.

At the time of his 'death', Hisoka made a pact with the Nen to bring him back to life. By using condition and oath - his death being the condition to be fulfilled - he wish that his heart's functions and his lungs will be restored. And from there, the troupe will have big problems.

Part 2 -

Spiders made several mistakes. When they inspected Hisoka's body, they were negligent. When Shalnark testified to Hisoka's death by asphyxiation, no one found his hands position strange. By that I mean they're seasoned Nen users, cold-blooded killers, they know that Nen gets stronger after death.

An important detail is that you can revive a suffocation victim - it shouldn't last too long of course, but it's not as if his head was cut off. And that's exactly what Hisoka will do.

He probably used Ken to absorb the explosion, surrounded his heart and his lungs with his Gum, then practiced a cardiac massage to resuscitate himself, - I pass about after-effects that his brain would normally have undergone, which is an ease logical scenario.

Machi said one interesting thing: '[Hisoka] still paid me in advance.' This means that she was in contact with him before, and Hisoka asked her to stitch up his wounds after the fight. Machi probably understood it as 'if I win the fight, can you heal me', but for Hisoka there was probably a double meaning: healing his wounds if they were too serious so that he do himself, or if he hadn't been in fit state to do it.

Biggest mistake spiders have made has been to underestimate Hisoka.

Towards fight's end (chap 355) when a puppets horde rush towards him, Hisoka has an angry expression. Hisoka's neutral facial expression is a mischievous pout, or in fights where he has to fight seriously, he has a concentrated expression.

It's extremely rare to see him angry, and I think his change of mind manifests himself at that time. Hisoka's face takes half a page's place and is a terrifying blackness, it's an important moment. All accumulated frustration since years literally explodes during this bitter taster fight.

When he wakes up, we don't immediately notice his change of mind, but when he speaks it's clearer.

'Reality knows how to wake you up.' Hisoka realizes - if not already done - that he'll not be able to defeat Chrollo with his usual methods.

A little higher, I said the trio had underestimated Hisoka but I also think of Chrollo. During the fight he was arrogant, explaining his abilities, inviting him to flee and then, telling him that isn't to taunt him - you can't make me believe thats true.

'If you've learned your lessons from this, then next time make sure to choose your opponent and the location you fight.' Machi's words complete Hisoka's decision, it was clearly not the thing to say to him at this precise moment.

This how Hisoka's change of mind worked for me. Hisoka's an irrational person but he killed with a certain consistent logic - strong ones who deserve his attention. His death - more precisely, circumstances of the fight leding to his death - played a major role in his transformation. He's no longer undefeated and has been ridiculed, Chrollo practically whistling when he sent his puppets against him.

'No matter where they go and who they are with, I won't stop until I kill them all' It's revenge.

His actions are no longer directed by the will to fight strong adversaries, they're guided by the outright brigade eradication.

Strangely, he leaves Machi alive. Don't tell me thats because he just wants she getting her message across to the other members, there were a thousand ways to warn Chrollo and the others without leaving her alive - and considering the awkward position she was in, he could have kill her without slightest concern. - In an interview, Togashi says that he didn't want to kill her at that time because he has other plans for her.

Kortopi was visibly relieving himself when he was killed. He was a pointless opponent for Hisoka, especially considering the situation in which he found himself. This proves once again his change of mind, it's a method of murderer.

Same method when he sends Kortopi's head to Shalnark. At that moment, Shalnark grabs his friend's head - which is edifying of stupidity - to verify that it's him, and Hisoka punches him.

On several occasions, I've read some people would have liked to see a real Shalnark vs Hisoka fight. But we had it, and difference in strength is too great. At that moment, it's true that Shalnark couldn't use his Hatsu, nevertheless he could still use his Nen but he didn't even had time to defend himself with his Ten.

We don't know if Hisoka kills Shalnark in one blow, it's possible that he survived for a moment. However, this isn't what the staging seems to evoke. The fight literally takes a half page, speed with which Hisoka starts the fight and shock's power when he hits Shalnark leaves no doubt as to the fight speed end. In addition, even though Hisoka's Nen strengthened, he was seriously injured - he was able to repair his limbs in appearance, but he has no healing ability like Machi or quick regeneration like an enhancer.

The last chapter page sounds like a real turning point. We knew Hisoka was sadistic, he likes to torture his opponents psychologically (cf: Kastro fight, Goto), but we had never seen him at work physically. After his fight, he took the trouble to stage the Shalnark's and Kortopi corpses, tying Shalnark to the swing like a puppet, refering to his ability and his fight against Chrollo.

Chapter ends abruptly with a sentence / thought from Hisoka: 'There are 10 left.'

Number 10 is interesting. At that moment, members still alive are the following: Phinks, Feitan, Machi, Kalluto, Nobunaga, Shizuku, Franklin, Bonorenov and Chrollo.

That makes 9. I consider that - even if he didn't see her die - Hisoka is aware of the Pakunoda's death. He spent a lot of time with members at Greed Island and Chrollo, it's impossible that he didn't learn it.

The 10th member is therefore Illumi - reader learns of his membership in the troupe only 20 chapters later -, he was therefore recruited before Hisoka announced his vendetta against spiders.

Last point I wanted to emphasize: when Hisoka says 'there is 10 left', he includes Chrollo. This shows that he no longer puts him on a pedestal, seeing him as the head or someone important. It's simply a leg to be eliminated.

Hisoka's personality has radically changed, he has finished playing.

#hxh #phantom troupe #genei ryodan #hisoka #chrollo #machi #shalnark #kortopi

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peter-laufeyson · 4 years ago

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Games and Lies

summary: Ahsoka Tano returns! As the Generals who saw this former padawan grow up get excited for her arrival, there are unsaid truths waiting to be told.

paring: ahsoka tano x reader

word count: 1500+

warnings: none that I can remember...

author's note: I'm having a current unbearable obsession with tcw, so here you go.

ADMIRAL Yularen notified the Generals of a incoming transmission that should be taken back on the ship.

"We best get back then" General Obi Wan says as he feels something familiar in the force.

"Yeah we should," Anakin pauses looking at his padawan, "let's go little one."

You look at your Master and put your lightsaber on your hilt. The three Jedis walked back to get on a ship.

"Anakin, do you feel it?" Obi Wan asked. He spoke in a low tone, almost as if he didn't want the padawan to hear.

Anakin frowned and looked down. He almost didn't want to believe his own feelings, in doubt that he might be disappointed.

---

"Alright Admiral, what's so important you brought us all the way back here -" Anakin's words die out as his eyes fall on the back of his former padawan.

You stand behind Anakin feeling shocked. You haven't seen your friend in years, more its felt like.

"Ahsoka?" ___ whispered so quietly.

Anakin stares for was felt like lightyears. Your thoughts consumed you and you felt almost jealous, as if your Master never gave you the same reactions, which he didn't. Anakin was fond of you, but underneath his lies you knew Ahsoka was his favorite. As your mind clouded, you pushed the evil thoughts away and decided to be happy about your friend's return.

"Hello Master, its been a while" Ahsoka states as Anakin keeps staring. Everyone in the room exchanges looks before they speak a word.

"How are you Ahsoka?" You spoke up, breaking the silence.

"I'm alright, thank you. I wish we had more time to talk, but I have urgent information for the generals."

"What is it Ahsoka?" Obi Wan asked.

"Lady Bo Katan and I have located the renegade sith lord Maul. And if we move swiftly, we believe we can capture him."

Your eyes widen, quite surprised they were able to achieve such a assignment before the Jedi could.

---

Your mind was out in the Galaxy, for reasons you couldn't come to. You searched your feelings, not even bothering to listen to the conversation the Master Jedis were having.

"Right, [Y/N]" Anakin turns to you and see your head hanging low and the sadness in your eyes.

"Master," you pause keeping your head down, "does Ahsoka know I'm your new padawan?"

"No, but why does that matter?" Anakin asks as Obi Wan feels tension in the force.

You shake your head and look up into your Master's eyes, "forgive me Master. I let my emotions take control of me, it won't happen again."

Anakin frowns and sticks a eyebrow up, questioning his padawan's thoughts.

As Ahsoka emerges from the ship you straighten your posture and almost hide behind Anakin.

"Ahsoka, I'm so -"

"We'll have to catch up another time" Ahsoka says as she cuts her former Master off.

You smile at Ahsoka and give her a small wave as she smiles back too.

---

"So I see you're in the Jedi Council now" Ahsoka says as she walks down the halls with you.

"Actually," you stop and Ahsoka stands in front of you, crossing her arms, "I'm a padawan. Anakin's padawan."

Her arms fall to her sides a little shocked as she couldn't believe the words that just came out of your mouth. Ahsoka wasn't jealous, of course not. But she was questioning as to why Anakin would make such a decision. Did Anakin not want Ahsoka's memories anymore? Did Anakin want to replace Ahsoka because she wasn't worthy enough?

I would never let anyone hurt you, Ahsoka. Never.

The meaningful words played through the former padawan's mind. [Y/N] stood there looking at her friend's reaction to her words. [Y/N] thought that her best friend wouldn't even question her thoughts, but Ahsoka was questioning her thoughts. The padawan felt her friend's feelings as clear as words.

"Um, Ahsoka?"

"Sorry, I just -"

"[Y/N], Ahsoka. You better come quick." Obi Wan rushed in before Ahsoka could finish her words.

"Over course General. I'll be there in a minute, I just need to get something." You quickly state as Ahsoka followed Obi Wan. You knew that she was going to be surprised by Commander Rex and the boys. Anakin was also going to give Ahsoka her lightsabers.

You gave your friend a nod and left to your quarters.

As you turned the corners and finally arrived to your quarters, you entered before taking a glance at the hall ways. You lifted your pillow and found the anonymous note. It read:

Continue to phase 6

You looked up and took a deep breath. You can already sense its going to be a long few days coming up. You gathered your emotions and whispered so very quietly, I'm sorry Anakin.

---

"I can see the lightsabers suit you well" you softly interrupted the moment between the Jedi Master and the former Padawan.

Quickly things started happening. The alarms went off, Obi Wan ran in informing the group of the current situation, they talked amongst themselves of how they can split their forces. Soon they figured it out, and everyone was on their way.

You noticed as Ahsoka and Anakin looked at each other for more than a moment. You decided to allow them to have their moment without you.

"I'll wait for you in the ship with Bo Katan, Ahsoka." You turn to your Master, "I'll see you when this is over Master." You slightly dip your head in Anakin's direction.

As soon as you walked away, Ahsoka moved towards Anakin.

"I feel a strong pull in the force to [Y/N]. I sense regret, sadness, and betrayal" Ahsoka frowns and Anakin creates a worried look on his face.

"Ahsoka," he puts a hand on her shoulder, "everything will be fine. Should something happen, you need to contact me immediately."

"Don't worry, I'll keep my eyes open."

---

Chaos covered Mandalore and death was only the beginning. Explosions erupted as ___ and Ahsoka can feel this distress from the people through the force.

"Uh, one of you might want to deal with that" Maul suggests.

Ahsoka quickly turns Bo Katan, "you should go. Your people need you."

Maul sighs and stands up sarcastically saying, "don't stay on my account. We'll be fine."

"Go" you urge Bo Katan as she puts her helmet back on. Ahsoka and the Jedi turn and prepare themselves for Maul.

"Look at them. So blissfully ignorant"

"Care to tell us what this is all about? Or would you rather save it for the Council?" You questioned.

Maul chuckles, "oh, no, no. Ahsoka dear, you are the one I wish to speak with."

You look at Ahsoka and question what Maul wants with her.

"Were you not cast out of your order?"

You feel threatened and start to sense a plot. Slowly you reach down and put your hand on your lightsaber. Before you were unable to unhook it, Ahsoka looks at you and shakes her head, causing you to drop your hand.

"I left voluntarily" Ahsoka says.

"Yes, but you were motivated to leave of the hypocrisy of the Jedi Council" you could tell Maul was trying to persuade Ahsoka. You stick a eyebrow up, wondering what his angle was.

[Y/N] could tell the words took Ahsoka unexpectedly.

"We were all tools, for greater power," Maul states and Ahsoka tries to reason with the renegade sith lord.

"I am here to put you to justice" Ahsoka continues.

"Justice is merely the construct of the current power base. A base in which, according to my calculations, is about to change."

"And Darth Sidious is behind it?"

"No he's not-" you take out your lightsaber and active it, "I am."

Ahsoka is slightly slow to process the words you spoke. Maul stands and listens.

"[Y/N], what are you talking about?"

"Ahsoka you don't understand, even if I could explain it to you!" You speak almost as if you're desperate. Desperate to be free.

"Your a traitor! You've fought besides those clones who are brothers! You saved their lives, how could you now turn on them? Most of all, you fought and trained beside the greatest Master of all time."

"Please Ahsoka, please! Anakin was an amazing Master-"

"You don't deserve him. Or the Jedi." Ahsoka was developing a harsh tone.

"Please - I know you sense my pain. I don't want to do this!"

"I've played games enough to see through a lie."

Ahsoka's words were hurting you, but you knew there was no going back from here on out.

Ahsoka uncliped her lightsabers and ignited them. She got into her defense position and you did too. Maul ran, neither of you thought about going after him. For the both of you knew the fight was between the former padawan and the padawan of the dark side.

"I'm sorry it had to come to this. I truly did love your company Ahsoka." With that, the fighting began.

---

Phase one: Train in the Jedi Academy

Phase two: Learn the weaknesses of Ahsoka Tano

Phase three: Ensure Ahsoka Tano becomes Anakin Skywalker's padawan

Phase four: Ensure Ahsoka Tano is framed for treason and leaves the Jedi Order

Phase five: Ensure Anakin Skywalker's new padawan is [Y/N]

Phase six: Execute Ahsoka Tano

[IN PROGRESS]

Phase seven: Execute Maul and Order 66

Phase eight: Become Darth Vader's Apprentice

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars one shots #ahsoka fanfic #ahsoka tano #star wars the clone wars #disney+#anakin skywalker imagine #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #i love ahsoka

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needtobreathe-throughsmoke · 4 years ago

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By James Shotwell

Love is a rebellious act. Anyone can light a fire or throw a punch, but not everyone is comfortable being vulnerable. Love requires vulnerability. More than anything else, love demands that we position ourselves to be hurt over and over again. Some would claim that such decisions are a sign of insanity, but anyone who has ever known true love will tell you that it's always worth the risk. The warmth of a loving embrace is perhaps the most comforting force on this planet. To be seen and accepted for who you are rather than what you hope others believe you to be is the most empowering experience in life.

NEEDTOBREATHE understand risk. For the better part of two decades now, the South Carolina rock band has consistently challenged themselves and their fans to be more transparent. Their songs rip open every scar and suture we use to hide our weakest moments and worst traits in hopes of bringing understanding and empathy into the world. For them, building community is everything, and the only way to forge a foundation of lasting bonds is through unwavering truth. They ask listeners to find comfort in being themselves and demand they make spaces for others to do the same. As Kurt Cobain would say, “Come as you are.”

“Into the Mystery,” the lead single off NEEDTOBREATHE's eighth studio album of the same name, finds the road-weary group recommitting themselves to their purpose. It's a love song written for anyone who needs to feel less alone. Some will undoubtedly interpret the lyrics as a cry to Christ or God or some higher power, but I don't feel such connections are necessary. A savior is anyone or anything that reaches through the fog of fear and discomfort to make you feel like you belong. It's not about some physical form that rushes into bad times and saves you as it is a feeling you get when you know you can breathe easy, even if only for a moment. As the lyrics describe:

Love is not a cage, love is not a path

Love's a steady hand waiting for the storm to pass

You loved me then when you needed me

But will you still when it's not so easy

Growing up, I always idolized my grandfather. He was a Presbyterian preacher who spent most of his life doing good deeds for the communities that welcomed him. There was no potluck, fundraiser, wedding, funeral, or graduation party he would not attend. If someone lost their spouse, he made sure they were fed and cared for as long as it took for them to process their grief. If someone needed a man of faith to oversee their wedding, he was their man. He would put the world before himself and never think twice. For him, acts of service were his purpose. He knew that making people feel like they were a part of something bigger than themselves was of the utmost importance.

I remember countless days where I watched as my grandfather welcomed a revolving door of people into his home and office for the sole purpose of offering them comfort. I never really knew what they were going through, and I got the sense that he didn't either, but it didn't matter. People were suffering. They had money problems, romantic entanglements, demanding children, and unruly relatives. Some had received news from their doctors that things were never going to get better. Others didn't even know what was wrong, but they could not shake the feeling that nothing would ever be good ever again. Maybe my grandfather couldn't always give them what they wanted, but he gave them what they needed. Sometimes, just being there is enough.

You don't need God to believe in the power of community. A shared belief in an omnipresent being certainly helps create spaces where people can gather and share, but it's not a requirement. All that you need is a willingness to be vulnerable with strangers. To find within yourself the strength to accept others as they are and to admit the things you are not. If you can shake loose from the shackles of whatever lies you tell yourself to avoid getting to the heart of what makes you tick, then you can find yourself surrounded by others who feel just as lost as you, and through that shared understanding, beautiful things can unfold.

I don't know everything the members of NEEDTOBREATHE believe, but I know they recognize the tremendous power of music. Their songs are open calls to people in need of something. They are moments in time committed to tape for the sole purpose of providing comfort in a world of endless chaos and heartache. Like a letter from someone that you haven't seen in ages, "Into The Mystery" is a reminder that we are never truly alone as long as we have songs. We are always just a few clicks or gestures on a stereo away from feeling the sonic embrace of people who, like you and I, are doing their best to make sense of something nobody in the history of humankind has been able to comprehend.

To end here without acknowledging that sometimes a song or album isn't enough would downplay the sense of longing and isolation that many of us feel. When those times arise, I recall a passage from mindfulness leader Ram Dass that I recently had tattooed onto my right arm. He believed that what often weighs us down is our obsession over everything other than what is happening right now. We are worried about what will happen next week or overthinking actions from the past. Ram Dass found that the best cure for these moments of anxiety is to reset yourself. As he wrote in his iconic work Be Here Now:

Ask yourself: Where am I?

Answer: Here.

Ask yourself: What time is it?

Answer: Now.

Say it until you can hear it.

We control so very little of our lives that it is astounding any of us make it through any given day without total catastrophe befalling us. We are infinitesimally tiny creatures on a small blue ball suspended in infinite space that is constantly expanding. There may be life beyond our planet, but it doesn't matter because most of us don't even know our neighbors. We are painfully alone in almost every way you can measure such a thing, and yet our spirits endure immeasurable hardship because that is what humans have always done. The only moments of relief we get are when we gather and connect through whatever means are available to us. In those moments, we are fully alive in the present, and that is where I want you to exist.

We are sons and daughters

We are flesh and dust

We are pulled from the wreckage

We are not alone

We are lovers broken

We are vicarious dreams

We are tumbling in space out of control

Into the mystery

If you feel alone right now, please know that I, too, will follow you into the mystery. Who knows? It may be the adventure of a lifetime.

A serious question

Someone recently asked me if I had any long-term goals for my newsletter. The question honestly left me a bit speechless. As much as I may have made a career out of writing, I have never been one to know where I was going from one moment to the next. The fact I've written nearly a dozen of these over the last year is nothing short of a miracle. I like to believe that I will continue writing for as long as I have thoughts to share, but I am genuinely surprised every time a new idea strikes.

I had to tell you that quick story so that you understood the following thought. I don't know what will become of this newsletter in six months or a year, but I want the stories and perspectives I share here to exist outside these emails. My solution is to gather together every essay I've written over the last 2 to 3 years and release them in a tangible, physical form. I want you to be able to hold my words close to your heart. I want to gather dust on your bookshelf.

With that in mind, I'm asking: Would you buy a collection of my writing? I know money is hard to come by for many of you, so I'm thinking of creating a zine or short-run paperback that will cost $10 or less. It's not about making money for me. I would probably donate the revenue to a nonprofit. As much as I want to make a career out of my creativity, part of me believes that communicating thoughts and ideas should be a pure act. If I start doing it for the money, then I've already lost my way.

So — let me know! Do you want a book of my essays in your home?

#needtobreathe #bear rinehart #seth bolt #josh lovelace #randall harris #into the mystery #James shotwell #article #tyler burkum

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ma-gic-gay · 4 years ago

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The kiss had complicated things.

Asking for an anullment had complicated it even more.

This was just supposed to be a marriage of convenience, a marriage built upon keeping Wiley safe from everything that could hurt him. Especially Nelle. They got married to protect him, so Michael could have a better chance in court against her.

After they won sole custody, the psycho bitch had kidnapped him after slashing Brook Lynn's throat. Thankfully, Michael had found them and saved Wiley.

That damn kidnapping is the reason Willow's thinking like this. Well, maybe one good thing came out of that besides extra quality family moments: her kiss with Michael after he'd brought their son back home.

Their son. Willow was officially adopting Wiley. Diane had the paperwork ready to go, all they had to do was sign it tomorrow and then her and Michael would always be in each other's lives, whether they wanted to or not.

She really wanted to be in his life in a bigger way than just a co parent for Wiley. As much as she loved that little boy, and there was no way to put the love she has for him into words, she didn't want to be the parent who's house he goes to on the weekends or a visitor to him. Granted, Michael would never let that happen. He was too kind, too perfect when it came to that, amongst other things. Michael wanted to make sure that their family stays just that, a family. Dysfunctional to an extent, yes, but a family.

It's almost like everyone is yelling for them to get together. Even his grandmother and brother who had met Willow ten seconds before saying how obviously happy she made his little brother.

Maybe she's just overthinking this. After all, Michael might still be in love with Sasha. It's completely possible; they were together for a long time.

But...

What if she's not? What if this isn't all in her head, and she's not freaking out and internally losing it over nothing? What if this is real, a genuine connection, and they're just throwing it away?

Dante said something about this when they'd met, in between quick witted remarks about the dysfunction she had married into. He'd actually said a lot of important things, she thinks.

"I'd ask my little brother if you make him happy, but you obviously do. I can see it written all over his face," Dante had said as soon as they were introduced.

Michael had brought up getting an annulment as opposed to a divorce, which she explained had been in part because they didn't have any irreconcilable differences. "Well, I just got here, so what do I know, but you two seem pretty happy together. And compatible- genuinely, that's a rare thing! But you guys know what's best for you guys."

She couldn't believe it. Each day, their family moments, it felt more and more like normal. Her broken heart had mended, she knew it. When she had to speak to Chase the other day, she didn't feel like she was in love with him anymore. She could look him dead in the eyes and still not feel that spark.

It was a confusing situation in general, with Michael having asked for an annulment after saying how great she was and kept looking at her with that look, the half smile and loving eyes.

How she loved that look. It was becoming a favorite thing of hers, seeing him look at her like that. She didn't know what it was, but if anyone was going to, she figured it would be Dante.

Or she could ask Michael himself. After all, they always promised to tell the truth to each other no matter what happened. Honesty and trust were the foundation of their marriage. Despite the fact it would be ending a lot sooner than she would've liked, they were still married. Rules still applied.

And that's how she ended up waiting anxiously in the foyer for her husband to come home. "Hello, Willow. What are you doing?" Dante asks when he walks in the door. "I mean no offense by that, of course, it's just you look like you've got something on your mind. Or, rather, someone. You also look like Lulu back when we were just married and she was so excited to see me at home, so I'm going to guess you're looking for Michael and have something important to tell my little brother."

"I can't get anything past you," she chuckles softly. Dante genuinely cared about the people around him and who made his family happy, that she could see easily.

"So why are you waiting for my brother?"

Willow takes a deep breath, sitting on one of the stairs so she stops pacing. "Well, you look like there's something on your mind. Wanna talk about it?"

Dante let's out a quiet laugh. "You don't want to go first, fine, I will. I just saw Lulu at the Floating Rib. She was there for Maxie's engagement party, I guess. Something I was not invited to, since she didn't know I was back in town. Anyways, we were chatting and then Dustin walked in. He was talking about a PTA meeting. I knew they were serious, but I had no clue that they were serious enough he's on the PTA."

"Dustin's not on the PTA, he's a teacher. He had to make a presentation. I know because I'm a teacher too. I get kids who have been transfers from his school." Willow informs him, watching as relief goes over her brother-in-law's face.

"That's good, but still. He then offered to start getting to know me, practically insinuating that I'm just some dude he has to deal with in Lulu's life. It feels like a bad love triangle, the first of many you'll experience as Wiley's mother. I don't know, I don't like the guy," Dante sighs.

"I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but to be honest, his reviews are meh at best. The kids like him, for sure, but I don't know. Haven't made up my decision about him yet," she smiles.

Smiling back, Dante says, "Well, you've got to tell me now. What are you so desperate to tell Michael you're pacing like a newlywed who needs sex?"

She bursts out laughing. "You're blunt, Dante. Lulu isn't going to pick Dustin, you know that."

"It's Lulu Spencer. I'd like to think I know her, but I don't know. She's... Changed since I last saw her. In a good way, but still, change is change. Peter offered me a job where we might be working together, so there's that. Anyways, enough of me. You're not getting out of talking about Michael anymore."

Willow playfully glares at Dante. "Fine. I'm going to tell him that I don't want an annulment."

A huge smile breaks out onto Dante's face. "Thank God, I was half convinced you weren't going to tell him or he wasn't going to tell you."

"Wait, Michael doesn't want one either?" Willow asks, confused. He had been sending mixed signals for a while now, but so had she. Her feelings were... Complex, that'd be the ideal phrase to describe them. She didn't know if she loved him yet, nor did she want to rush into that or anything, but there was an attraction she couldn't shake to him.

"Wow, Willow. You're both the most oblivious people on the planet. You're perfect for each other," Dante laughs. "Of course he doesn't want an annulment! Have you seen the way he looks at you lately? That's not how you look at your friend, or convenient wife. That's how you look at someone you love! I've only seen the two of you together a couple of times, but my big bro instincts are telling me that he's doing his thing where he doesn't go for what he wants."

Willow laughs along with him. "That's so frustrating, right? He won't allow himself to have anything good without overthinking it."

As they're laughing, Michael walks in. "What's so funny?" He asks Willow and Dante, confused.

"It's not even really funny, it's just that- Michael, I'm going to let you two speak for a minute. I've got to get to... Somewhere that's not here," Dante excuses himself.

That was weird, Michael thinks as Willow stands. "Is it just me or is he asking weird?"

Willow smiles, "He's not, but we do have to talk."

Taking a deep breath, Michael nods his agreement. "Okay, you wanna go to the living room so we can sit for this conversation, because I've got something to tell you too."

"Me first," Willow says as she sits on the couch next to him. "Michael, I don't want an annulment."

Michael breathes a sigh of relief, "Can I ask why?"

"If you still want to get one, of course we'll get one. But I don't want to. I want to stay married to you and not just because of the house and not cooking or cleaning, which are huge pros. I want to stay married to you because you're kind and loving. You always treat me with respect I didn't know I deserved until we got married. Chase was- he was great, but you don't put work before me, or your family. Family is the most important thing to you, not work or money or any of that stuff. You love Wiley as much as I do, and you're the only person who understands what it's like to be dealing with this stuff as a parent, and as a person. He's not just something that comes with me for you, he's someone important and who you love. I don't feel like I'm a second choice, or that I'm too needy, or that I've got to reschedule my plans so you can do something. And with Chase, it didn't always feel like that. You found out about something I loved and instantly found a broker to get the best wine selections because you wanted me to be able to have that back. Look, what I'm trying to say is I like you, Michael."

There's a quiet in the room as Michael takes in everything Willow just said to him. "As in romantically?" He asks, still processing what he just heard from her.

"Yes, romantically. And I get it if you don't feel the same, it's just that I feel like you might because you're acting like you're into me sometimes and you did say that I was everything you could've hoped for so I guess I just wanted to say this. I Also, Dante was surprisingly helpful in getting me to be able to say this to you," Willow smiles anxiously at the man sat next to her on the couch.

His brain is going a million miles an hour, trying to properly process everything. Willow can't deal with the silence, however, and starts rambling: "If you're trying to think of an easy way to let me down, Michael, just do it flat out. No harm, no foul. It doesn't change what I feel, but it will make me feel less embarrassed about putting you in such an uncomfortable situation."

"You done?" Michael half smirks, and she nods before he kisses her, soft yet perfect. Willow can feel herself falling in love with this kiss, which is arguably better than the other two they've had, as fantastic as they've been.

When they pull away, Michael gives her the look again. It's more intense, but she's realized he's always got it when he's talking to her. "Willow, I like you a lot. I've liked you since we first met, and honestly, I don't know if I ever entirely stopped. The only reason I suggested the annulment is because I knew it would take some time, and because I wanted to know if you wanted to stay married. In my mind, I've always hoped it'd turn out with us together, no matter how real what we both had with Chase and Sasha was. It took me until you accepted my proposal- which, by the way, was absolutely terrible and I'm sorry for that- to realize that I really like you. So I'll call Diane and tell her to call off the annulment."

She smiles. "What does this mean for us, Michael? I can't live in this state of limbo forever."

"I don't know right now. Let's give it a time limit for the state of limbo: Wiley's 2nd birthday. It's a few months away, which is plenty of time to figure it out and still not feel like we're rushing through anything."

"Sounds... Perfect."

You should post this!!!

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til-death-do-us-party-2020-blog · 5 years ago

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On our three year anniversary, I proposed to Travis.

Six months before, I had made the decision. I began saving by putting 10% of my paycheck from the Circle K into a savings account. It was slow, but steadily increasing. Meanwhile, any time I'd have a free afternoon, I'd go into the garage, and sit down with this 25 pound bag of sapphire gravel I had bought in Montana a couple months prior. Straining water over the rocks through a drying rack of some sort and over a cookie sheet was the only method that made sense. It was so hard, though, because the moment a sapphire touched water, it became nearly indistinguishable from a water bubble. That didn't discourage me, though, and after a few afternoons with my gravel and water pitcher, I had found the perfect rough stone. It hadn't been heat treated, it never would be, so it was a beautiful pale blue; reminiscent of the Oregon coast, mainly due to its cloudy grayness. It was exactly Travis' favorite color. I kept it secret, and soon after, along with my savings, I brought it to a local Jewelers. I asked them questions, stopped by a piercing shop to get a spare tension ring, returned, and before I knew it, I had his ring. I had the jeweler set the sapphire in white gold, with two divots(one on each side). It was made to go in his daith piercing, which was my favorite of his ear piercings. My reasoning behind it being an earring rather than a tradional ring was that he had explicitly said many times that the only jewelry he liked to wear is in his piercings. I had thought this through. I collected the box and ring, and began putting together the rest of my plan.

Now, knowing Travis, I knew that for this to go down well, he would need to be around people he loved and trusted, but not so many people that he felt pressured and put on the spot. I picked two of our good friends (and their precious baby). We set our agenda for the day, and after all of that planning, began what Travis thought was just a trip to the coast with friends.

We went to Newport and did all of the usual things. We got Taffy, looked at sea lions, walked everywhere, enjoyed the ocean air. Then we picked a beach and set out. In-between the parking lot and the beach itself was this short walk through thickets of aggressive mosquito infested grass. So romantic. The bugs were biting all of us, including the poor baby. That walk was insufferable. I was so nervous, and we were all getting increasingly more agitated, so I was stressed out struggling to keep the mood light. But soon, we made it to the other side. I pulled one of my friends aside and disclosed to her that I had forgotten to come up with what I was going to say! I can't believe I forgot to do that, it's pretty important.... Luckily, my friend wasn't as stressed out as I was, so she was able to calm me down a bit and give me some good advice.

I caught up with Travis, and walked him down the small dune and closer to the water. With our friends in the distance, I knew it was time. I turned directly to him, and uttered the most breathtaking, eloquent proposal human kind had ever experienced.

"Sweetie. I love you."

"I love you, too."

"Yeah, haha. Uh. I love you a lot. Um. So."

Then I pulled out the box, and got down on one knee, and I swear Travis stopped breathing.

"Will you marry me?"

And down on the wet sand, holding the opened ring box, I watched my boyfriend try to process that he had just gotten proposed to, even though he was pretty certain that that was going to have to be his job. After what felt like forever, he responded.

"Yes."

I jumped up!

"Really?!"

"Yeah."

I watched him for a moment before I embraced him.

As we walked back to our friends, and then to our car, we had a conversation that went something like this:

"You're allowed to change your mind, you know."

"I'm not going to."

"Ok, but you can. It'll be ok."

"Ok thanks, but I don't think I'm going to change my answer."

"Ok."

"We don't have to get married immediately."

"Ok"

"It could be in 10 years!"

"I could do a long engagement."

"Yeah, no rush!"

As the remainder of our trip played out, the shock wore off and Travis loosened up a bit. He's really not great with surprises, but I think he handled it well.

It has been so sweet watching, over the last (nearly) four years, as Travis gets more excited to get married. Now I have a ring as well, and neither of us really wear them the way they were intended and all of that sapphire business was more of a gesture than anything else, but we are so happy to be where we are now. I thought I loved him the most I could ever love someone four years ago. Now I feel like I love him the most now. Amazing how life does that.

Thank you for reading this story. I hope it's written alright!

Also, thank you to Mandi and Ray (and Mavis) for your help with my proposal, I truly couldn't have done it without you!

Thank you to Mom for helping me lug that gravel through multiple states, and for giving me the supplies to sift through it!

And thank you Travis for saying yes.

#wedding proposal

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monkifuraibo · 2 years ago

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Are we invited to the wedding?? Taichou said to ask you!

--- "Uh.." He's still a little blindsided by the idea that they will marry at all. And questions such as these.. They certainly made it seem as though the wedding was forthcoming. As though he and their captain hadn't decided that it wasn't of the utmost importance that they marry quickly. There was no need to rush, no pressure any longer.. They were finally able to relax a little, Renji thought. Not having to be secretive and sneak around in fear of Byakuya's family ( of anyone ) finding out. He wanted to enjoy this stage. Yes, obviously he wanted to be with Byakuya forever, and marriage was something he'd always seen for himself in the future, but.. He was also still fairly young.. And he knew, not in the least because there was no escaping the fact, that Byakuya's family had expectations of their clanhead's betrothed and later partner. Though Renji also knew they had much rather he be a woman as he could bear his captain no Kuchiki heirs.

He'd rather not think of such things just yet, so a guestlist, of all things, was far from his mind. Still.. Now that he was prompted to think about it.. He... Quite liked the idea of having the wedding be an in-division thing. He loved the Sixth, and he certainly had a great bond with a great many of its officers. They should be part of their captain and lieutenant's union..

And Byakuya... He'd said to ask him? That struck him as odd. He couldn't deny he was surprised by it. It seemed unlike him to leave such a crucial decision in his hands. Renji knew his captain trusted him, but still.. Weren't there all kinds of rules regarding a Kuchiki wedding? Then again.. He supposes they are already breaking some of the most important ones.. His being a commoner and a man..

"I guess.. When that time comes, an' mind you that's-- It's far in the future, so don't go plannin' nothin'... But.. If it's here, then, yeah.. I guess yer all invited. At least to the reception type thingy.." Maybe not to the ceremony itself, but a little get-together afterwards? He'd like that. He'd rather the shrine-ceremony only be his closest friends and some of Byakuya's closest relatives, though. Rukia, Izuru, Shuuhei, Momo.. Maybe Ichigo if he'd like. Yumichika and Ikkaku if they cared to come.. But that's it..

Strange.. To be thinking about this. It was a given that it'd happen, but.. It also seemed far, far away.

#[[aaaaahhh yesssss]]#[[so cute and important !]]#[[theyre getting married but not for a WHILe. Renji is not ready :' )]]#scnkei #;; what spring does to the cherrytrees { byaren }

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geeky-politics-46 · 3 years ago

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The Asgardian Candidate

Loki/The West Wing FanFiction Crossover

Chapter 5 - “The Second Debate”

This time Loki was prepared. He wasn't about to make the same mistakes this time. While he still couldn't give a rat's ass about the finer points of policy & legislation, growing up as a prince of Asgard he had overheard enough to have a decent grip on how best to handle foreign affairs.

Once upon a time he had believed diplomacy to be the best path forward, but years of being ignored & undercut by Odin had changed him. Odin always prattled on about the power of being a diplomat first, but Loki knew that wasn't really how Asgard became the revered kingdom it was. Now he knew that in order for him to rule, as was his birth right, he had to take a shrewd & aggressive path.

The Midgardian political pundits had taken to referring to him as a bit of a war hawk. It was a title he didn't particularly mind, but some voters did seem put off by the title. Once he was president he would make them fall in line regardless. He was a god, they could hardly rebel successfully once he had power. He was destined to rule & they couldn’t stop. His army, his throne.

He checked the mirror one final time as everyone began to find their positions to begin the debate. He smoothed his waist coat, straightened his tie, & adjusted the gold clip holding it in place. Lastly he gripped the lapels on his suit jacket, shrugging & rolling his shoulders back & forth, allowing his neck to relax a little & his head to shift lightly side to side. His movement stilled as he exhaled deeply. He flashed his bright smile at himself in the mirror, that was his armor in this battle. Less extravagant than his Asgardian leathers, but much more fitting of his true personality & his opponent.

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On the opposite side of the stage, in the adjacent wings, President Bartlet stood calm & stoic. Despite most of his staff running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

Prior to the presidency Jed had served 3 terms in the House Of Representatives, 2 terms as the governor of New Hampshire, won a Nobel Prize in economics, & raised 3 daughters. If debating or talking made him nervous he would have died of a heart attack long ago.

Loki was just another loud mouth narcissist on an ego trip, Jed was sure of it. His heart wasn't in it, or at least his heart wasn't in it for the right reasons. In Loki Jed saw the same lust for power that had always been present whenever democracy was threatened throughout history. He wasn't interested in leading the country to a better place, or improving the lives of everyday Americans. They were just a means to Loki's end. He was interested in the power of the job title.

Jed missed the days when no matter the differences between political parties & platforms, the goal was always a to make America better. Even though those days were long gone, & both parties decided long ago that it was always better to bring a gun to a knife fight, he wasn't about to let the spirit the founded the country go with it.

Leo came to stand next to Jed. He clasped his hands in front of him & stood in silence with his long time friend. Finally turning to him & saying "You know he's not gonna play clean sir. Not after what he pulled the other day. Are you sure you still want to have this debate? No one would fault you sir. He basically brainwashed & kidnapped the vice president for fucks sake!"

"It's not about how I feel Leo, & it's not about John Hoynes' Stockholm syndrome either. It's about doing the right thing to preserve the honor of the office of the presidency." Jed turned his head to look directly at his Chief of Staff. "As long as I am the President of The United States we will take the high road. Even if the rest of Congress has resorted to wrestling in the mud on the Capitol Hill. The founding fathers thought better of us."

"Cancelling this debate under these circumstances, & when we still have one more, hardly seems like the something the founding fathers would even blink about." Frustration becoming evident in Leo's voice.

"Leo, I said no." Jed said firmly. Leo knew when there was no changing his mind, even when it was the wrong decision. "Now, go peel Josh off of the ceiling & wrangle the rest of the kids. I want them ready to hit the spin room as soon as I'm off stage. Have Josh do the exit polls."

With that President Bartlet turned & stepped out onto the debate stage. The moderator had taken his seat & the countdown had begun. As they shook hands this time Jed's warm smile had been replaced by a firm authoritative stare. He was still the president, & at least for now the well-being of the county was in his hands.

Loki had the smile of a serpent, & a shimmer of ferocity in his eyes as they locked hands. His every mannerism reading as the antithesis to that of the elder statesman across from him. For Jed his act was getting a little old. As they turned to walk to their individual podiums he caught eyes with Leo & made an overexxaggerated eye roll.

The two candidates took their places & the moderator began to speak.

“Good evening, & welcome to the 2nd debate for this year’s U.S. Presidential election. The participants are President Josiah Bartlet, & Mr. Loki Laufeyson. I am Chris Wallace your moderator. The topics this evening will all be pertaining to foreign policy. The format for the debate is as follows, & has been agreed to by both campaigns. Each candidate will make a 2 minute opening statement. The debate will then be divided into 6 segments, each 14 minutes long. At the beginning of each segment I will ask both candidates the same lead-off question & they will each have up to 2 minutes to respond, we will then move into open discussion for the rest of the time allotted. At the end of the debate each candidate will be given 2 minutes to make a closing statement. President Bartlet, you won the coin toss, so you will be the 1st to offer your responses this evening. Your opening statement please.”

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“In an ever changing & growing world, & with the recent discovery of the existence of worlds & species beyond our own, the topic of defense has seen a surge on lists of top voter concerns. As President, how would you address other countries & planets posing a potential threat to the safety of Earth & the United States?”

President Bartlet cleared his throat & began to speak. “The world of today is without a doubt very different than the world I grew up in, but shockingly some things always stay the same. Things are never really black or white, people are never really all bad or all good. In fact bad people cannot be recognized on site, trust me we’ve been trying to figure out how to do that for at least the last 70 years. So in the face of an someone who you don’t know is friend or foe, the best option is always to try to get them to take a seat at the table. Diplomacy is always the first job of a true statesman. While defending our country through a strong well funded military is an important necessity, a proper defense includes more than weapons. It includes funding for science, foreign aid, & open trade policy. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, & you make more friends with a handshake than a weapon.”

Loki smiled. Of course Bartlet would try to take the high ground, he was just too easy to predict, & he had played right into Loki’s hand. “Growing up in Asgard, we knew the true power our mighty kingdom was capable of. The realms around us were well aware of this too. Not because of the fairness of our laws, or how dedicated we were to our education system. They knew what we were capable of because of the force we displayed for the universe to see. That is the answer. To display the might this country is capable of for the rest of the world & the universe to see. To use that force with ease & fearlessness when called upon to prove that this country is truly worthy. As has been done throughout the history of this great nation. It is rather adorable that you, dear Jed, believe a few kind words & gestures will sooth the anger of those bent on taking what they feel is owed to them. After all an ant has no quarrel with a boot, but nothing it says can change the outcome. Would you rather be positioned as the ant? Or the boot?”

Jed was now beginning to struggle to stay evenly keeled. “Ah well I must be terribly mistaken then, because I seem to remember President Teddy Roosevelt saying ‘Speak softly, & carry a big stick’ not ‘hit everything in a mile wide radius with a big stick then you wont have to bother with the talking’. Guess there must have been a different version on Asgard huh?… & by the way, it’s Mr. President to you.”

“The thing is, Mr. President , it’s the unspoken truth that species crave subjugation. They were made to be ruled. In the end, someone will always kneel. If I am leader we will never be the ones on bended knee.” Loki felt his adrenaline rush through him, as president they would all kneel before him even if by force. Midgardian & alien alike.

“America should never expect, nor should we invite confrontation with evil. A man who spent his life fighting for a cause far more just than superiority once said that ‘The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral. Returning violence with violence only multiples violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.’ Do you know who said that?” Jed felt as if he was now pleading for people to see reason, to recognize the madness in Loki’s eyes & in his words.

“The words of the past hardly matter when the weight of the future is at your doorstep. On this issue it does seem that there are many people who disagree with your dated beliefs. How lucky for them to have me to vote for.” Loki let out a devious laugh at his own comment.

“The job is President of The United States. Not ‘President of The People Who Agree With Me’. Since I know we are just about out of time I’ll just go ahead & tell you, not that I expect you knew anyway. That quote, was by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.”

“Okay gentleman. That is time. We are now left we just our closing statements. Each of you will have 2 minutes, beginning with you President Bartlet. That will bring our evening to a close & put the 2nd debate of this presidential election in the books leaving just 1 left to go. Mr. President, your 2 minutes begins now.”

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Jed stood backstage angry & with his heart breaking. Not for himself or his candidacy, but for his country. He already knew what the exit polls from the debate would look like, he didn’t need to wait for a mid-meltdown Josh to come & tell him. As far as the voters would be concerned, he had lost that debate. They would say he looked weak & old next to Loki. Loki was blood thirsty & hellbent on power, but all the voters would see was the way he raged about defending America’s place in the world. Most of them wouldn’t see past the bravado & vitriol far enough to see the danger he posed beneath the surface.

His campaign was already behind coming into the debate thanks to the VP’s surprise announcement that he would now be running as Loki’s VP candidate instead. With Loki’s debate performance added on top of that they would hemorrhaging support if they couldn’t get a new VP candidate & quick. Jed quickly beckoned Leo over & had him call a meeting of all the campaign staff for first thing in the morning. They were now at campaign defcon 1.

After hearing Loki’s words tonight Jed could no longer fight the ominous sinking feeling that this was now about something far more important than re-election. This was about the survival of democracy.

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marril96 · 7 years ago

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My Baby Ran Me Down

Pairing: Rowena x reader

Summary: Rowena has made it her mission to teach reader how to drive. Her efforts get her hit by a car.

Editor: @oswinthestrange

It doesn't happen every day that you hit your girlfriend with a car.

In your defense, you told her – multiple times – that this was a terrible idea. Rowena ignored you, insisting that it was time for you to learn how to drive.

And who better to teach you than a nearly four hundred-year old witch?

It took exactly two hours for both of you to lose your temper and start a screaming match – you out of fear of crashing the car, and Rowena out of sheer frustration at your reluctance.

One thing led to another and, with a huff, she was out of the car, slamming the door and pacing to calm her thoughts. Having had enough of her rushing you, and wanting to prove her that you could, in fact, do this, you slammed your foot down on the pedal.

All you could remember next was a scream.

Rushing out, your blood ran cold, chills of dread cascading down your spine. Rowena was on the ground, panting and groaning in pain. You quickly looked her over and let out a sigh of relief to see no blood or any evidence of a worse injury.

And then your eyes settled on her leg and for a moment you could feel the lunch you'd eaten five hours earlier at the back of your throat, threatening to spill out.

Bones weren't supposed to protrude in that angle. And the skin around them wasn't supposed to be that color.

Waiting for the ambulance was hell. Rowena's pained screams sounded as if they came straight from nightmares. She was clutching her leg, face twisted in a grimace, her eyes looking from her injury, to the car, and, finally, to you.

On the plus side, she wasn't yelling at you anymore. Her glare, though, told you that she wanted to. Once her pain was dealt with, you had no doubt she would have a go at you.

At the very least, you would learn a few more Scottish insults and curse words.

It's important always to look on the bright side.

It wasn't easy to explain to the doctors that you hit your own girlfriend with a car, and that the reason she would make pterodactyl noises every time you'd come close to her wasn't that she was afraid of you (as a matter of fact, it was exactly the opposite), but rather that she wanted to rip your internal organs out and use them as jewelry. Luckily, you managed to convince them it was an accident (and not attempted murder, as the noises Rowena made initially led everyone to believe) and persuade them not to call the police.

Rowena's injury was swiftly taken care of, and a few hours later you were home.

Thanks to the painkillers the doctors stuffed her with, she stopped being noisy.

But just because she wasn't in pain anymore didn't mean she couldn't make other kinds of noises.

She settled for yelling.

"What the bloody hell were you thinking?!" she exclaimed, wildly throwing her arms around.

"I'm sorry!" you said, avoiding her glance. Face and arm bruised and scraped, leg wrapped in a cast, she looked the picture of vulnerability. It was almost unnatural to see her so wounded. You'd seen her in pain before, but never before had her movements been restricted in such a manner.

"What, pray tell, are you sorry for? Being purposely obtuse? Not listening to my instructions? Hitting me with a bloody car?!"

Rowena's accent grew thicker with each word. Any other time you would have found it a turn on, but now, all you wanted to do was curl up on the flood and die. Maybe then she wouldn't be so angry at you.

"I-I w-wanted to…" you stuttered, leaving your sentence hanging. I wanted to show you I could do it. I wanted to impress you. I wanted you to stop yelling at me. I wanted you to tell me I did good.

"You wanted what?" She huffed in annoyance. "What the bloody hell was the matter with you? You could have killed me!"

"Y-you w-would've come back," you said in a small voice.

"That's not the point! Do you have any idea what it's like to be hit by a car?! A hint, dear – it hurts!"

"It's not like I did it on purpose!" you argued, tears burning at your eyes.

"You weren't supposed to be driving in the first place! I'd made it clear that you were not to drive without me physically present in the car for this exact reason!"

She went on a long rant on safety, listing all the ways you'd endangered not just her, but yourself as well. You stood in place, frozen, motionless, taking all her hits. You deserved every single one. It wasn't fair of her to scream her lungs out at you, but you had ignored her warnings and seriously injured her as a result.

Though, to be fair, she had been the one who ignored your insistence that you weren't up to this.

"I told you I didn't wanna do this and you wouldn't listen," you reminded her.

Rowena looked offended. "Are you saying it's my fault?"

"No! I–"

She cut off your attempt at an explanation. "As if it's not enough that I'm in pain. Now I'm getting blamed for my misfortune."

"Rowena–"

"Have I not suffered enough?" She sighed dramatically. "What's next? Are you going to throw me in a dungeon and torture me? Will that also be my fault?"

"You're being unfair," you said. You were usually the one getting her out of situations like that and nursing her back to health. Had she forgotten all those times when you'd taken care of her? Had she forgotten sleepless nights you'd spent at her side, holding her as she cried and begged for the pain to stop? Had she forgotten you making her potions, kissing her wounds, and squeezing her hand as she waited for the pain to subside?

You would rather die than purposely cause her any harm. You thought she knew that.

"When have I ever hurt you on purpose?"

Rowena had the decency to look ashamed of her accusations, but she would never express it verbally.

You, on the other hand, had plenty of things to say.

"Think it was easy for me, watching you get hurt? You have no idea how guilty I feel!" you snapped.

Your blood ran boiling hot, everything you'd been holding back rushing to the surface; every suppressed emotion, every word you'd swallowed so she wouldn't get hurt. A familiar rush of power surged through your veins and you started pacing. The last thing you needed was your magic getting out of control and making a mess of your home. Walking in circles gave you something to focus on instead of your magic making the decision for you.

"I know I fucked up, okay?" you continued, gesturing manically with your hands. "I know I did a shitty thing! I don't need your accusations on top of that!"

Tears fell from your eyes, rushing like a downpour down your face.

"You've been yelling at me all day! First about my driving, and now about this! You know why I tried to drive on my own? I wanted you to stop yelling at me. I thought, if I proved to you I could do it, you'd be nice to me again."

You swallowed, tears falling with more intensity.

"Why couldn't you be nice to me?" you whimpered. "You're always so patient."

You thought back to the time when she spent a whole week teaching you a spell that wasn't even that complicated. For some reason, you just couldn't get it right. Rowena had found herself growing irritable a few times, but each and every time she would swallow it and patiently explain the spell. She would repeat the same words like a mantra, over and over again, demonstrating the spell and explaining exactly what you needed to do to get the same effect.

"What's gotten into you today?"

A look of guilt flashed across Rowena's face. She stared at you, taking in your tear-drenched face, taking in all the hurt your features expressed, knowing that was just the tip of the iceberg. The true pain laid within you, nestled in your heart that beat like crazy, as if it would jump out it's bodily cage any moment now and burst into thousands of pieces.

You were one of the few people Rowena allowed herself to be kind to, but she could be stubborn. If her pride ordered her to put on a brave face and act as if she was in the right, then she would do it. Taking small breaths in desperate attempts to get your breathing under control, you stared back at her, every cell in your body begging for her to let it go. She was obviously in a bad mood today; there was no point in forcing her to apologize. If she was going to stay mad at you, all you wanted was for her to keep her anger to herself. You couldn't handle another one-sided screaming match.

Much to your surprise, Rowena's expression softened. Opening her arms, she said in a kind, gentle voice, "Come here."

Cautiously, you walked over to the couch, sitting down next to her. You lowered your head on her shoulder, letting her wrap her arms around you. She held you tight, hands tapping your back in a calming manner, like a mother soothing a child.

"I just wanted to teach you how to drive," she said.

"I told you I wasn't ready," you said.

One of her hands moved to the top of your head, caressing your hair. "Remember last week, when that hunter attacked you?"

You nodded, shivering at the memory. The man was persistent, chasing after you for what seemed like miles. He wasn't going to stop until one of you was dead. And, considering he'd earlier managed to slip an iron cuff around your wrist, all signs pointed to that being you. It was the middle of the night; the town was empty, most of the people being either home or inside bars and nightclubs.

You were running through the mostly empty parking lot, not a helpful soul in sight. Luck seemed to be on your side, however, as one of the few cars that had been parked there happened to be unlocked – and the owned had, as it turned out, left the keys inside.

The only problem was, you couldn't drive.

Had Rowena not arrived shortly after, you would have been dead.

Oh.

Oh!

"If you'd known how to drive, you could have gotten away," Rowena said.

How have you not connected the dots sooner?

"You're scared," you stated, more to yourself than to her.

"I don't want to lose you," Rowena said after a few quiet moments. It wasn't easy for her to admit to concern.

Slipping an arm around her middle, you said, "You won't." You backed away from the hug, looking into her eyes. They were as tearful as yours, only she was strong enough to not let any tears fall. For now. You cupped her cheek, tenderly stroking it with your thumb. "Talk to me next time, okay? So shit like this doesn't happen."

She smiled. "I suppose I was acting a bit…"

"Bitchy?" you suggested.

"Bitchy," she agreed, chuckling. "I'm sorry for being so hard on you, darling."

It must have been hard for her to gather the courage and say it out loud. It was a well-known fact that Rowena MacLeod never apologized – and when she did, she usually had ulterior motives.

This apology, however, was genuine. She meant every single word. Your heart filled with warmth. It was rare for her to acknowledge her remorse, yet for you she did.

You pecked her on the lips in acceptance of her apology. "I'm sorry for what happened. I really didn't–"

Rowena pressed a forefinger to your lips, shushing you. "I know."

"I would never hurt you on purpose."

"I know," she repeated.

You smiled. "I love you very much."

"As do I you."

You let her pull you into another embrace, melting as her warmth collided with yours. Be it a small argument or one of you hitting the other with a car, the two of you could never stay angry at each other for too long.

A/N: Please, don’t hit people with your car, even if they’re being bitchy.

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