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vampirenigh · 1 year ago
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Hi!! I really liked your silent treatment writing💕💕 and I was wondering if you could do a version for Kaiser?
Hi. Sure. No problem. Glad you liked it. He is one of my favorite characters. I didn't read the entire manga yet and he isn't in the anime so I don't really know that much about him but I hope the fic got out ok.
And if you have any more ideas or requests just send them. That would make me very happy. And thank you for the request. You're the first to make one.🥳
Characters: Kaiser Michael
Summary: You ignore him because of something.
Warnings: some bad words.
This is part 2 to Silent Treatment. Link here for the first part.
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This argument started because he was flirting whit some girls in front of you to get you worked up because he thought that you were cute when you got jealous. But it backfired because now he got a mad girlfriend instead of a jealous one.
When you two got back home you went directly to the bedroom to get some things in a bag and then headed out to your friends place to teach Kaiser a lesson. While all this happened he was taking a shower so he didn't know that you left so imagine the face he made when he saw that some of your things were gone and you didn't respond to his calls. He started to freak out for a moment because he thought that you broke up with him and that he fucked up real bad. But you wouldn't break up with him just for that right? Right? He started to make some excuses to get his mind off of you but all he thought about was the fact that he made you leave.
He tried to get some sleep but he just couldn't. So in the morning he called Ness desperately till he responded. But on the second he responded Kaiser didn't give him time to say something because he started his ramble. "Did Y/n call you last night? Because she left and I don't know where. It was my fault and now I think she left me!" After Ness was sure that he ended his ramble he was quick to realize that his friend is in some trouble if you didn't respond to him because from what he knows you always respond to the phone. Even if you're busy. Especially to Kaiser. Even if you were mad. "She didn't call me last night. But are you sure that she didn't leave a note or something? If not try calling her friends. Maybe she is there. If not call me again. I will try to call her myself even if she doesn't know me that well." "She didn't leave a note! I searched all night! If you don't believe me come and look yourself! " "Okay.. Calm down Kaiser. This isn't you. I will come over now to help you call her friends."
And then Ness left Kaiser with his thoughts. He wasn't the tipe to worry so much. What is wrong with him? He was the Emperor! But you are his Empress. He can't live without you. But even if he finds you whan will he say? Sorry I was an asshole and I can't live without you? That is not like him... Maybe flowers and a dinner? I thing that is good.
After some time Ness appeared at Kaiser's door and was very surprised to see the disaster that was in his house. Pillows thrown on the floor, the sink full and everything in the places that it shouldn't be. Yes. Kaiser started to turn the entire place upside down just because he couldn't find you. And when Ness saw Kaiser he couldn't believe his eyes. He with eyes puffy and dark from crying and insomnia and whit some clothes that looked like he wore them a week straight. That was very strange because he took care of himself like no one. That really started to worry him. And also amaze him because you are the only person who can make him be like this just from some hours of separation.
So Ness started to help Kaiser call all your friends because Kaiser almost started to scream at every single friend of yours. When they found you Kaiser was overjoyed but it didn't last for long before he was meet with your cold tone. "What do you want Kaiser?" We improved. You were talking to him now. That give him hope. "I want to talk to you. Can you come home? Or wait there. I'm coming to get you. Be there in 10." Then he closed the call, took his car keys and ran to the car leaving Ness with all the mess in the apartment.
When he got to you you wanted to still ignore him but seeing his disheveled state decided to do the opposite. The car ride was silent. None of you knew what to say but Kaiser stopped in your parking lot in front of the house and cuped your hands. "I'm sorry... I should've never done that... I was an idiot for treating you that way... And I don't care if you still want to ignore me or break up with me but please stay a little bit longer... I can't live without you... I think you can see that yourself. " You stopped him mid-sentenced whit a kiss. "I forgive you. Tha fact that you apologized is something very rare from the Emperor. " That made Kaiser smile. "But being serious now. I forgive you. But if you do that again I won't forgive you. Understood? " "Yes Empress. " And then he kissed your hand whit his eyes locking yours.
You knew that your relationship was far from perfect but it was good enough for you. Seeing Kaiser getting so worked up over you made you happy and made you see that he really cares about you even if he teases you a lot.
Bonus:
When you got in the apartment you were meet whit Ness on the couch and the whole apartment extremely clean. And a Ness who started to beg you to never leave Kaiser like this! To leave a note. Because Kaiser put the whole place upside down and he needed to clean it all by himself. You said sorry to him and hugged him action that made Kaiser extremely jealous and kicked Ness out and got you into the bedroom to cuddle.
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vidavalor · 26 days ago
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Way too long venty anon from a couple days ago: two more points that occurred to me (sorry! 😂)
I feel like 'you're so irrelevant that we can kick you out and then bastardise your material to create something better suited to our purposes' is a much better message to send than 'you're so important that even if we get rid of you we need to keep your scripts or else throw in the towel entirely'?
One of the major concerns I've seen floating around is that it'll be un-queered... but honestly, why? And also, how even?
(P.S. I feel like I should add that justice is of course the most important thing and that above all, his victims deserved better, but I've - fortunately - yet to see anyone dispute that him facing consequences for his actions is good, compared to so so many people bitching, beyond any reasonable sadness or initial shock, about how this is going to be a half-arsed, sloppy, way-too-short rush job that'll ruin everything and if amazon wasn't going to provide all 6 episodes they may as well have just cancelled, which, imo, is both untrue and lacks situational awareness - not to mention, is infuriating - so that's the part I chose to address, as we do seem to have at least reached the bare minimum of a n*il needs/needed to go consensus)
Hi, welcome back! 💕 Vent away. *pours your drink of choice* I saw your first message & will get to that next. I'm doing things backwards like Good Omens this week, apparently. Also, if you aren't someone I'm already talking with via DM & you feel comfortable doing so, you're welcome to message me. I feel like we'd get along. 😂 Everyone but bots, trolls & NG is always welcome to DM or Ask-- whatever people feel most comfortable with.
On Point # 1 (& the PS)-- Yes, it is a better message to send, absolutely. I'm hoping that people are getting to the places you've mentioned in the P.S. I took a look a few days ago (against my own advice to other people lol) and booked it out of there pretty quickly. I saw people making petitions demanding more episodes, embarrassing the people from the show who fought to get this movie, when they should be thanking them and Amazon. What really horrified me, though, is support for petitions demanding the rapist's unfinished scripts (if they even exist). Just... no. No. I've also seen a lot of posts that just aren't mentioning his survivors at all or that it's good that he's gone and that are blaming Amazon for the movie when it's the rapist who is the problem here, not the (shit behemoth) company who was convinced to give the story an ending. I've also seen many, many people who have been great and lovely but just the brief glimpse I dared out of hope to take the other day did not really boost my spirits. On a lighter note...
2-- There are people saying it'd be "unqueered"? *tries very hard not to spit coffee everywhere laughing* *is unsuccessful and there's now some on the desk, luckily not my computer* *brb mess to clean up*
Ok, I've returned. *exhales, still laughing, but now with less hot caffeine everywhere* WHAT THE FUCK?!
Imagine believing a) that's even fucking possible and b) that anyone would think there'd be any fiscal or any other kind of benefit to trying? What... even is... "unqueered"? Do they realize that this would be like trying to take space out of Star Trek? Like taking a ticking clock out of 24? Like saying The Doctor doesn't need time travel or the Tardis? Queer is the foundation upon which this story is built. It's a reason for its entire existence. There is simply no way for this show to not be queer. They never would even try such a thing because the only reason why there's a movie and not a cancelation is because the people involved in this show were able to convince Amazon that it was financially beneficial to Amazon to make it and that argument would have been built around the existence of Good Omens' legion of a very queer and queer-friendly fanbase.
Also, even if they were to do something as completely idiotic from a business standpoint as to try to somehow unqueer the queerest show in existence, have these people suggesting they might ever heard of these guys called David Tennant, Michael Sheen and Jon Hamm? 😂
I'm presuming these "unqueered" people are the same people who think it just became queer when they saw Crowley and Aziraphale kiss, which... *winces really hard*... I'm not going to dignify that. I am Gabriel and Beez below at such a notion.
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These people with the "unqueered"... I'd imagine that their expectation is now that Amazon-- the people who hired the four, other writers who wrote the majority of the queerness that is S2, mind-- is going to hire someone to, what? Retcon the kiss and end the series with Crowley and Aziraphale praying hard at mass? That they'll be all: Just kidding, Good Omens fans! This blasphemous and queer tv show based off the novel written by Terry Pratchett is now being written and produced by these fine folks we hired from that Christian Hallmark channel! We know this will definitely make you all want to tune in and give us your money!
I can see it now, Lovely Venting Anon... all of Good Omens is a fantasy Wensleydale made up about the world within his snow globe. When his never-seen Peanuts parents show up and find out that fantasy involved queers, they send him to boarding school (totally going to unqueer him, that) and that's most of the movie. God returns and is seen for the first time but She's revealed to be the head of the boarding school and is now played by Candace Cameron Bure.
The big finale is a scene wherein Crowley tells Aziraphale that he is exclusively male and straight and Aziraphale says that's good and wishes him luck with a non-erotic handshake, informing him of his own intent to be straight and exclusively male forever himself, especially now that he's off to do his new assignment of writing speeches for Nigel Farage, all happily at the behest of the show's big hero... The Metatron. They agree that food and sex and secular music and books are sin and pray together (actual praying, you hopeful gutterbrains, not Hozier praying) over the closing credits.
This gives way to a secret, bonus scene for the hardcore fans-- the only appearance in the film of characters played by Nina Sosanya and Maggie Service. It's a flashforward to the future in which they are both now living in Arkansas and married to conservative Christian men. We see them discussing their quest to overtake their local school boards and shut down all the libraries. Nina, in particular, is really excited to be the founding member of Blacks for Trump in her area. It ends with Maggie gathering her anti-trans signs and heading out with a smile to distribute them around town.
I mean, it's not quite what I've been theorizing the plot of the movie is but ya just never know...
People need to *relax* about the movie being written by other writers. Four, other writers wrote the majority of Season Two and it was great! I know people wanted a whole season-- so did I-- but I'm more than happy with a movie that I honestly didn't really expect was going to wind up happening, though I was more hopeful than I might have been for another show. The movie is the length of the last two episodes of S2 and we've had all the run up to it already with S2. They'll dive right in. It's a bonus finale to what we've already seen. It's going to be very queer and very Pratchett and very good. Just breathe. 😂
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e-dubbc11 · 2 years ago
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ericca my sweet! i thought i missed the deadline but saw you were keeping it open a little longer so SHOOTING MY SHOT
can I pls request taking care of our sweet Matthew Murdock when he’s sick and tucking that fine ass into bed (bonus points if he’s too tired to undress himself…!)
and congrats again my love, so happy our paths have crossed on this silly little site!! 💕
My lovely Kay, thank you and thank you for sending in this prompt. I have it in my head that when Matt’s sick, he doesn’t like to admit it so that’s what I went for here, I hope you like it!
Scarlet Fever
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Oof…this gif. Nuff said. Anyway…moving on…
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F! Reader
Warnings: I think there are a couple swear words in here, Matt being stubborn, and fluff
Word Count: 1.6k-ish
Karen sounded a little panicked on the phone. “We need your help, y/n.” She said in a very low whisper.
“Sure Karen, what’s goin’ on? Why are you whispering?” You asked.
You heard cars passing in the background, people talking, and sirens off in the distance. She must be outside.
“It’s Matt, I’m whispering AND I’m outside because I’m hoping he won’t hear me but he’s burning up with a fever, a little delirious, his hands are clammy, he’s just a mess but he won’t go home. Foggy and I can handle the case that we’re working on but he needs rest.” She said.
Pinching the bridge of your nose, you closed your eyes and let out a long exhale. Your thoughts flashed back to your days at Columbia with Matt “I’m fine” Murdock. He never wanted to admit he was sick, ever.
There were times when you had to tie him to the bed literally so he would stay put and to say Matt was unpredictable when he was sick, was an understatement.
“Ok, well shove him in a cab and I’ll wait for him at his apartment and see if I can get him to rest.” You told her.
Karen’s reaction was relief when you told her you would babysit the problem man child. “You’re a lifesaver, y/n! Thank you!” And she hung up.
The walk to Matt’s apartment was a short one but you wanted to make sure you were there to meet him when the cab arrived but on the way you stopped to get supplies.
Tissues, ginger ale, cough drops, Nyquil…you weren’t sure what he was experiencing so you just bought the entire pharmacy.
The cab pulled up to the curb, Matt got out and you paid the driver. “Thank you!” You waved to the driver and watched him drive away.
Matt’s tie was loose around his neck and the top buttons of his dress shirt were undone.
“They called you? I told them I’m fine.” Matt said, his voice a little raspier than usual.
You touched the back of your hand to Matt’s forehead and cheeks. “You’re not fine, Matty. Your skin is on fire.”
“You didn’t need to come take care of me, y/n.” He said.
Grabbing his elbow, you held onto him while you walked towards the building and up the stairs. “Yeah well, who else is gonna do it, huh?”
He scoffed at you. “Pfft, Foggy should be doing this. He’s the one that found me asleep on my desk, and then pushed me into the cab, I thought he was getting in behind me but he just shut the door and the cab took off before I could stop him.”
It was hard not to laugh at the image of Foggy shoving Matt into a cab and slamming the door. You tried to keep from laughing but it didn’t work.
“This is funny to you?” He asked.
You covered your mouth with your hand, but the laughter escaped the sides of your mouth.
“I’m sorry, Matty but yes it is funny. What’s not funny is the fact that you won’t admit that you’re sick.” You said.
He tilted his head and stopped to regain his balance, now you really knew he didn’t feel well. You knew about his extracurricular activities, he trusted you with his secret. So you knew Matt didn’t just lose his balance. “I’m not sick, I’m just…off.” He said trying to sound convincing.
“Nice try, Murdock. Let’s go.” You ordered.
You had a spare key to Matt’s apartment, after unlocking the door you set the bag of supplies on the floor while you took his suit jacket off. The heat radiating off of his body was intense so you wanted to find out what his actual temperature was.
“I brought the thermometer, when you sit down, I’ll take your temperature.” You said.
He smiled wide, let you see that adorable dimple and started to chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” You asked him.
He loosened his tie a little more and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “It’s not a rectal thermometer is it?” He laughed.
“Keep it up and it will be, Mr. Funny Guy.” You snapped back at him.
Matt left his shoes by the door then planted himself on the couch, and removed his tie completely. You noticed he had sweat stains on his dress shirt and his hands were like ice.
“Ok Matthew, let’s see what the winning numbers are.” You said as you held the thermometer close to his forehead. It beeped and the numbers flashing said 103, you needed to get his temperature down.
“What does it say, y/n?” He asked.
You shook your head and pressed your lips together. “It says 103, we need to cool your body down, now.”
“Hey do you remember that time at school when you handcuffed me to my bed because I kept getting up, saying I needed to go to class? Where did you get those handcuffs anyway, they felt like the real thing. I always meant to ask.” He said.
You didn’t mean to but you felt yourself starting to blush. The flash of warmth to your cheeks and the hair standing up on the back of your neck, surely he could tell but he didn’t let on if he did.
“Don’t worry about where I got the handcuffs from, that’s need to know information, counselor.” You quipped back. “Let’s try a cool shower to try and bring your temperature down.”
You led him into the bathroom, turned the water on and made sure he had a clean towel for when he got out.
“Ok get in, I’ll go find you some comfortable clothes.” You told him.
He gently tugged on your shirt and pulled you towards him. “Wait, I think I may need a little help…undressing.” His face was so close to yours and he rubbed some of your hair in between his fingers.
You swallowed hard. “Very funny, Matthew, you’re delirious. I don’t have time for this, I’m trying to help you get better.” You said very flustered.
Since college, you’ve always had a little crush on Matt but you pushed it down and away because you felt you were better off as friends anyway. But you didn’t expect your feelings to surface now, you had suppressed them for so long.
“You don’t want me to get hurt, do you sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.
You took a step back away from him. “Take your glasses off, Matty.”
As he removed his glasses, you reached for the buttons on his shirt and slowly started to unbutton them from top to bottom. Naturally, you just closed your eyes as you continued, your heart was racing, his breath warm against your eyelids.
You gently pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and it floated to the floor as you reached for his belt. Your hands were shaking slightly at the sight of Matt shirtless, his broad shoulders, perfect chest and abs. It was hard not to stare but you managed to unclasp the belt and the button on his pants.
“You’re staring, y/n.” He said.
You couldn’t think of anything else to say except “No, YOU’RE staring.”
“Real mature y/n, good comeback to say to the blind guy.” He said with a warm smile.
“I think you can do the rest.” You said practically running out of the bathroom and into the kitchen.
Your heart was in your throat and now you were sweating as you waited for the water to boil for some tea. You heard the shower stop and waited for Matt to get out. He emerged from the bedroom wearing sweats and a t-shirt.
“Sit down, Matty. I’ll take your temperature again.” You told him.
Matt sat down on the couch, he had put his glasses back on and his hair was damp. You sat down on the coffee table in front of him and took his temperature one more time. 100.8.
“What does it say, doctor?” He smirked.
“100.8. It’s better but not quite there yet. I want you to get in bed, some rest will help. If you’re good and take a nice long nap, I’ll tell you where I got the handcuffs from.” You let out a little laugh.
“Deal.” Matt said.
You helped Matt into bed, removed his glasses, and left some ginger ale and a bottle of water on the nightstand along with a couple of Tylenol. “I’ll stay until after your nap.” You said.
Matt stopped you from walking away. “Y/n?”
“Yes, Matty?” You said.
His voice was slightly raspy. “Can we talk about some other stuff when I wake up?”
You knew what he meant by that question. Sitting down on the bed, you leaned forward to gently kiss him on the forehead, his skin was still warm with a slight fever.
“Sure, Matt. I don’t have anywhere else to be.” You told him.
Matt sat all the way up. “Thank you for this.”
“You’re welcome.” You whispered.
The amber color of his eyes was beautiful, you could easily disappear in them and didn’t stop him when he placed his thumb and forefinger on your chin, closed the gap between your faces and gingerly placed a soft kiss on your lips.
As you slowly opened your eyes, you said to him “You realize you probably just gave me whatever bug you have, right?” You said while laughing.
“Well then it will be my turn to take care of you, sweetheart.” He said.
“Go to sleep, Murdock.” You said as you rolled your eyes.
After sliding his door shut, you sat down on the couch with your book although it was hard to concentrate on anything except that kiss. That kiss you had wanted for so long and it was almost as if you could still feel his soft lips on yours. You definitely had a lot to talk about, but for now you would just sit, smile, and…wait.
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cheesemittens · 2 years ago
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Hai! I saw that you were taking fic requests and if it's ok with you I was hoping you could write one for Tangerine? Where reader is working w/ the twins for years now and is oblivious to all of Tangerines advances to her bcuz she doesn't really think he likes her. Come to the event where they're on the bullet train and they're trying to do their mission but everything went to shit. So Tan leaves Lem and Reader to wait while he tries to find Ladybug and there comes a chance where Lemon tells her himself about Tans feelings and advances and how oblivious she was and she becomes in denial
And that hopefully in the end, after she got shot in like the shoulder by saving Tan from almost being shot by Ladybug she sees how Tan reacts and she goes "oh shit Lemon was fr not bullshiting" and at the end they get out the train safely and no one dies and have a very real, and cannon happy ending 💕💕
OMG, YESS!!! Thank you so much for the request! I'm so sorry it took so long- BUT- I had a lot of fun writing this and I really hope I did your suggestion justice😭 Word Count: 1656 Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Violence (nothing that doesn't happen in the movie), Fluff, a bit of angst(?), Reader & Tan being obvious, pet names (love), Totally cannon ending where Tan is alive, happy, and healthy, Reader gets hurt :(, allusions to smut? Over all Lemon being fed up with Tan and you exchanging goo-goo eyes and not acting on it <3. I don't think I followed the events in order so- bear with me heh <3 NO USE OF Y/N!! NOT PROOF READ! MAY CONTAIN TYPOS! Send me a request!
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You have been working with the two brothers, Lemon and Tangerine, for a while now. Picking up odd jobs. Whatever pays the most. And even though these two could get on your nerves, you enjoyed your time with them. They never once made you feel different. Never told you, you couldn't do something because it was 'too dangerous for a woman'.
Well, that was true until recently. You see, Tangerine has slowly become more aware of every mission's danger. Sure he knew you could handle yourself. He knew that you wouldn't get hurt. But he didn't want to risk it. So naturally when he took this job for the White Death, he was against you coming.
Yet here you are. Sitting by the window, next to a semi-pissed Tan.
It all started when you insisted to join. Saying how you've sat out the last 2 missions, and you weren't going to miss another. Then, Lemon lost the briefcase. After that, you three find the White Death's son dead. The Cherry on top was they (White Death) knew you lot didn't have the case.
"Alright, I'm gonna go find this prick and teach him a lesson. You two stay here, yeah?" You heard Tan speak up, making you look over at him. "But I wa-" "Ah ah- No buts. You're staying here." He said firmly before getting up and walking off
You sighed as you watched Tangerine walk off. Lemon watched him as well before fixating his gaze on you.
"You know he likes you, right?"
"What..?" Surely you didn't hear that right. Or you must be dreaming. Because you thought there was no way in hell that someone as hot as Tan could ever like you back.
"Did you go deaf or somethin'? I said my brother likes you. It's painfully obvious." Even when he repeated it, you looked at Lemon like he had two heads. "I-I think you're mistaken.. There's no way he likes me.." Lemon just rolled his eyes. "Look, I wouldn't lie to ya' about this. I see the way you look at my brother. You clearly fancy him a lot. And he feels the same. I mean, it's painfully obvious to everyone else. He's told you how many pickup lines since we got on this train? And how many through our whole time together? And don't even get me started on the looks you two give each other when the other is turned!"
"I-.. I thought he was just being friendly.." You mumbled, still in denial. You refused to think someone who seemed so out of your league liked you. "Yeah? Well, he wasn't. He's been trying to rack up the nerve to ask you out like a proper gentleman, but every time he asks, you're off in your own world."
You shook your head firmly, looking out of the window. "Would you stop being such a stubborn priss and just open your eyes? You two fancy each other! Just confess and move on. If I have to sit through another mission filled with romantic and sexual tension I might just quit."
You continued to talk to Lemon, arguing over if Tan likes you back or not before transitioning to a more tame conversation. Though your mind kept wandering back to what he said. You couldn't help but wonder if you were in the wrong about it.
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It had been a while since you got separated from Lemon. You were worried, alone, and in all honesty? Scared. You didn't feel safe without being with one of the twins. Preferably Tan over Lem. But you wouldn't mind Lem.
You walked around the eerily empty train before finding an open bathroom, your eyes widening as you saw a bloodied Lemon. Quickly you knelt to his level and checked for a pulse, luckily finding one. You examined him more and saw Tan's necklace around him. Of course he'd jump the gun and think the worst.
You quickly got up, running through the train to find him. You bumped into another girl on your way down. You gave her a skeptical look. "Watch where you're going!" She yelled at you as she continued on.
You couldn't help but scrunch up your nose in disgust. You could barely notice a Thomas the Tank Engine sticker on her back. Diesel. So that's who drugged Lem.
You made a mental note to find her later, no doubt she thought Lem was dead so you didn't have to worry for now. Continuing down the train. Eventually, you saw him, saw your Tan fighting another guy. They didn't see you yet. So you tried to quietly sneak up on the other one. But when you saw him reach for the gun, it was game over.
You ran as fast as you could and pushed Tan out of the way right when the gun fired, not even feeling the pain in your shoulder when it was done with.
It was like time was going in slow motion for Tan. One minute he was fighting this Ladybug guy, then the next everything was going significantly slower, watching you run towards him and push him away. He had to blink a few times before landing on his ass with a groan, looking up at you and watching a bright red liquid start to stain your white shirt.
If his eyes could change colors, they would be bright red, staring at the man with the gun who was behind you, not even giving him a second to get out the words "I'm sorry" before he had him up against the wall.
"First, you come in here while I was about to kill the bloody Diesel, then you try to kill me, not believing me when I said that she's trying to make us all kill each other. And then! The fuckin' cherry on top, you try to kill me. But you shoot my partner instead. You hurt an innocent lady. A fuckin' goddess.."
He was growling at the other man, finally the pain of the bullet settling in. You winced in pain and fell to the floor, grabbing your shoulder to try and stop some of the bleeding.
Tan paused hearing you, looking over and quickly dropping the man to run to your side. "Are you okay love..?" He asked, his expression softened when he looked at you, taking off his shirt to wrap around your shoulder to help stop the bleeding.
You couldn't help but stare as he took it off, your eyes moving from his abs to his eyes as he wrapped up your shoulder. So Lem was telling the truth. Tan really did love you. It was as clear as day to you now. The way he looked at you, how you were the most beautiful person alive. The way he spoke, how he immediately softened when he saw you. Everything he did showed his love for you.
"Hello? I asked if you were okay?" He repeated, waving a hand in front of your face. That seemed to snap you out of your trance, blinking a few times before you looked at him, smiling softly.
You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a hug, not caring how much the wound hurt from this. "Th-Thank you, Tan.. I mean it.." You spoke softly, feeling tears well up in your eyes. Partly from the pain, partly because you were just so happy.
Tan was beyond confused, but hugged you back, smiling softly as he took in your sweet scent. "You don't need to thank me, love.. It's the least I can do.." He hummed, wanting this moment to last forever but, you eventually pulled away, looking into his eyes.
"Did.. Did you really mean what you said about me..? A-About me being a... a goddess..?" You asked, your voice shaking a bit. You hoped he'd say yes, hoping that he truly meant it so you could confess.
"Of course I did.. You're beautiful.. Stunning.. Fuck- Words can't des-"
You didn't let him finish, quickly pulling him into a kiss. He was surprised but quickly melted into it, kissing you back as his hands found their way into your hair, entangling with your soft locks.
By this point Ladybug had read the room and left while he still had his life, knowing that as soon as Tan could, he'd kill him.
The two of you never wanted to pull away, kissing for as long as your breaths would allow before having to pull away. "I-.. I really like you Tan.. Liked you for a while now.." You shyly admitted, panting softly as you tried to regain your breath. "I like you too.. So so much.." He hummed, smiling at you lovingly as he cupped your face.
"Fuckin' finally! I was worried I'd actually have to quit." Lemon's voice could be heard from the doorway making the both of you chuckle. "Jesus Lem.. You're alive?" Tan looked over at him, for the first time breaking eye contact with you. "Yeah. Someone drugged the water I drank. Did you not check my pulse?"
Tan looked away shyly, slightly embarrassed he jumped the gun. "To play devil's advocate, you do have a shit ton of blood on you Lem." You hummed, trying to defend Tan. Lemon just rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Let's just get off the train at the next stop, yeah?
All of you agreed and the train came to a stop not long after. All of you exited and no one was seriously harmed! Well, besides you. After a quick trip to the ER to get the bullet removed, and the wound sewn up, you all retreated back to your separate hotel rooms. Little would Lemon know (that's a like he totally knew), Tan would sneak out of their room to go into yours just to make sure you're okay. But what ended up happening instead was more than fine as well.
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moodywyrm · 2 years ago
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abby and her gf whose always bringing home random stray animals . cuz u cant leave them to be outside in the cold :( u had no choice but to take them home!!!
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Agh puzzle nonnie I’m so sorry it took so long to respond!! I have so many asks on the back burner rn bc y’all keep sending such good thoughts, I forgot to respond to this one 😭
Abby would be so concerned the first time you brought home a stray cat. It was pouring rain and you found this soaked through lil void of a cat huddling next to your building, so obviously you had to take her in! you get her inside, after coaxing her into your jacket, and ur sitting in the bathroom, holding her in a clean dry towel after having already dried her off to the best of your ability, when Abby comes home. Just a side note, I think she loves calling out “honey I’m home” or some variation on that bc she thinks it’s cute. And ur like “pls don’t freak out, I’m in the bathroom.”
So now she Is freaking out bc what kind of response is that. And then she walks into the bathroom and pauses. like. is that a cat. And ur like, yeah :] can we keep her?
Abby tries to convince you not to, but the cat is already so attached, all cuddled up in your lap, purring, that she couldn’t bear making you part with the cat. So that’s how you and Abby get your first pet together! You name her Soot, short for Soot Spirit, and she becomes ur guys child!
And it’s like another three months until the next incident. She comes home and Soot is meowing at the front door, waiting for her like “mom come look at this bullshit” bc when Abby finds you, ur playing with a lil pitbull puppy in the bathroom! and she’s like. Again. And ur like Abby pls pls pls. And the puppy trods up to her and jumps up on her leg, giving her the cutest, well, puppy eyes, and she’s like “fucking hell ok”. and that’s ur second baby! Her name is Haley (after Dick Grayson’s pittie) and she follows Abby everywhere!!! She loves Abby so much!!! And you!!! So now you guys are mothers of two.
And then it happens again. Abby comes home to you cradling another cat, a tabby, and she’s like. Baby. We literally cannot have another pet. And u know she’s right this time :( bc the apartment is full enough with the four of you, u can’t have another baby :( and so begins the process of u n Abby rescuing animals you come across, taking them to really good shelters <3 that tabby cat btw? Nora ends up adopting him, naming him Dean n he becomes her lil guy 💕
this is by far one of the best additions to the college basketball Abby x chubby reader universe thank u 🧩 nonnie
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inmyblueparadise · 2 years ago
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Hi there! Idk if you're taking request but if you are, then could you do something where after the hiatus y/n is promoting her new album and a sexist interviewer basically suggest that now that she doesn't have the boys her career will go down? And basically she just handles it in a badass way? Maybe the boys defending her...
Its a bit long but if you are not able to do it then its ok! 🙂
love you works tho!! ✨💕✨
Hii lovie, I'm so sorry I'm just awsering this right now ! But thank you so much for the love, it made my day babe !
Let me know what you think :) xx
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Deciding to go on a hiatus, was probably the hardest decision you had to take. It's not that you didn't want to stop, but as of right now you just couldn't. Mentally and physically, all of you were exhausted. After 5 years of touring, recording, and putting albums out, promoting, interviews and so and so. You just needed a minute to breathe. 
And you did it. You went on a looooong vacation, sleeping and tanning for most of the time. You also reconnected with your family, spent time with your friends, and just lived. You also needed this time off to discover yourself. Who were you ? You were not just the girl from the band, the 6th member, you were now a grown woman, with ideas and dreams. 
That is what you tried to put into your first solo album. Your growth, your story, your style..Your album « A Letter to Me » came out to the world. It was your baby, an homage to the boys, to your family, and your younger self, because you made it. But there is one thing that you were less excited about. THE PRESS. You knew you had to give interviews as part of the promotion for the album, but you were not excited about it. While you were in the band, it was fun. You were never alone, always with at least one of the boys if not all of them. You made jokes and you relied on each other. But now, you were going to have to face it all alone. The first week of the promo went by quickly you were excited. to perform for the fans, the journalists were nice enough, so it was a good start. But you knew it could change reallllllly quickly and boy you were right ! 
You were actually sitting in a hotel room, all dolled up and dressed for your last interview of the day. A man walked in and gave you a smile before sitting in front of you, and introducing himself. 
Hello Y/N, I'm Joe from People Mag. How are you ? 
Hi Joe, I'm good thanks how are you ? 
Good, shall we start ? 
Let's go.
The interview started pretty much like the others, with questions about the songs, and the album. He was insistent on your relationship status but stopped when. he saw you wouldn't give him the answer he wanted, and that's when the interview took a weird turn. 
"So, Y/N, you started your career while in the band One Direction". 
"Yes, I did"
"All of the members put out new music, album, and singles, and they are doing pretty well, do you think you would do as well as them ?" 
"Well, when you put out a project, you want it to do good. Like every time we put out an album with the band, we wanted the fans to like it. And now that I'm on my own, I have to say it's a little more stressful because it's only, and I don't know < how the fans will react to the styles and everything but it's also exciting to be able to do this. You said, avoiding the question about the boys, but he came back to it." 
"Because, and I don't mean to put any pressure on you, but Harry for example did really great with his album do you want to do better than him ?" 
"It's not a competition. You said, trying to keep a smile on your face. There is enough of that in the music industry. Every time one of the boys put out a song or any project, I'm the first to listen to it, and send my love. I know firsthand how talented they are, and I am extremely proud of Harry for putting together such a great album that he is proud of and that his fans are happy to listen to. Do I hope the fans like my album, sure, but I'm not here to try and sell more than my friends, it's not what I'm about." 
"Good for you Y/N, and I mean you probably won't have the same success as them anyway.."
That's when you started boiling inside. 
"And why is that ?" 
"Oh, I mean that you were just the girl of the band, and people were fans of the band and now that you are alone, you are just a girl in the industry.."
"So you think that because I don't have the boys with me now that I won't do good ?" 
"Yes exactly, I mean don't get me wrong you are stunning, but you cannot expect your career to be successful without the boys..."
"Let me stop you right there. I have been in the industry since I was sixteen, I have been writing songs since that age and I have also been performing since then. I was not just "a girl" in a band, I was a member just like any of the boys, I have given my all to this band just like them and I earned my success." 
"Yes but," 
"No no, I'm still speaking, Joe. I find your question, not only offensive to me, but to all the women in this industry. So because I started in a band and I am a woman it means that I am less talented or deserving ? I think that you are forgetting that some of the biggest names in this industry are women. Or do you not consider Beyonce, Rihanna, or Stevie Nick talented enough ? Or Arianna, Celine Dion, Adele, I could go on ! "
"I am not here to teach you a lesson on feminism, even though it is clear that you need one desperately. But let me tell you this. Putting this album out has been one of the hardest things I had to do in my career, because yes I am scared to start over alone. I don't expect the same level of success I had with the band, because what we did was extraordinary, it was insane. And if I'm honest, I'll be ok with not having the same success as a solo artist, because I actually experienced this kind of love and dedication already. I'll be fine not touring stadiums again or having my album at the top of the Billboard 100, because I already did it. I just want to make stuff that is right, that is fun, in terms of the process, that I can be proud of for a long time, that my friends can be proud of, that my family can be proud of, that my kids will be proud of one day. And if the boys managed to get the same success, I will be on the front row cheering and dancing my ass off." 
After that interview, you left, surrounded by your team. You knew people would talk about it, and everyone liked the drama, but you felt good about what you said. What you didn't expect was the number of celebrities reacting to it. Barely a day after the interview was put online your social media profiles were flooded with messages. 
@tswift : Why are women still looked over in this industry because of our gender ? Your album is amazing @y/n congrats ! 
@AriannaGrande : Letter to Me by @y/n is on repeaaaaaat ! Go girl !
@Beyonce : Nothing more to add @y/n
But what people were waiting for was the boys reaction. And they got it.
Louis posted a picture on his Instagram. Of you and him, surrounded by trophies won with the band over the year, the caption saying. 
@LouisTomlinson : For 5 years, I was lucky enough to work with a kind, talented and unbelievable singer, whom I get to call my little sister. She is not only an incredible performer but also a songwriter that has the talent to make me dance and cry with her lyrics. I am incredibly proud of her new album, and I know she will go far in this industry, so all your sexist ass can fuck off. I love you @y/n.
Niall addressed the interview during an instalive. "Yes I have seen, the interview, and all I can say is how proud of y/n I am. She is one of the most talented people I ever worked with and she deserves the world, so go listen to her album ! "
Liam's tweet was simple. @LiamPayne : So my sister has no talent ? #sheisnumber1 with a screenshot of your album at the number one spot. 
Zayn's reaction was a surprise to a lot of people. He didn't mention you in the tweet, but everyone knew he was talking about you. @Zayn : She's not afraid, she is shining. 
As for Harry, well mister mysterious posted a beautiful picture of you, on stage, in black and white. With a simple caption 
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@HarryStyles : Proud. 
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limpwristdyke · 2 years ago
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wondering if you’d be willing to share some of your favorite j7 fics?
First of all I’m sorry it took me this long to answer u and secondly THANK u for this opportunity to dump some of my faves on you! 💕 Also I wanted to reread all of these before rec’ing for fun & so I could say better what I MEAN about them but alas I’m gonna have to mostly go off my memory & vibes. Also lol I’m getting so distracted off looking for more old fics so I’m just gonna send tweet so I don’t spend another week adding to this but ofc there are so many greats & if I think of other faves I’ll lyk!
I’m gonna err toward some pre-ao3 fics—there's such a little something about the older gems, I don't know what it is but it’s like its own universe and the lighting’s just a little different over there. 
The Oracle by nejvit oracle: nejvit
When I found this fic I felt like I’d fallen thru a dimension like, This story’s been here all this time!?! and became obsessed w finding more older J/7 fics. I immediately read everything else by nejvit after this one; recommend the rest but this one’s the best IMO.
The Rod and the Staff by Trekintandem 
Get in gays its biblical allusions + queer desire! The writing is so !! trekintandem is so good at envisioning and describing the sort of awkward/easy, casual/weighty conversations they like to/ought to have w each other & showing their little gears turning as they try to figure out what they’re trying to say & why. Also recommend��Propriety and Desire—SUCH a sexy little vibe for them. Ok also read the same spot twice (post endgame) ! 
Not just strip poker by pinkrabbitproductions
A romp & a treat! Also tbh a fave of Seven’s responses to questions of power. (Also may be worth mentioning that I think the title sorta misrepresents the vibe, to me anyway) 
Rules of the Game by Bailey B.
A post-endgame treat for the pygmalion girlies (gn)!!!! + something I love where Janeway distances herself from Seven thinking it’s The Right Thing To Do but it is actually fucked up & hurtful & she has to get right with herself! But most importantly it’s the Vibes for me.
Journey’s End by iheartjaneway
Another post endgame—I haven’t read this one in years but rabidly searched the internet (in vain) for more of their fics so I know I had a great time.
Before the Beginning: Jackie Kennedy
Another one I need to reread but it’s another one for the ~vibes. & some of these scenes of the Voyager crew in San Francisco are canon to me. …oh no I think this is another one where Janeway avoids Seven out of her misguided martyr complex no one look at me!!!!! Well,
The Once and Future by awomannotagirl
Powerful, life-changing, show-stopping!!! I wish I could eat this fic. Also post endgame. (& imo SUCH a good take on Janeway’s background; canon To Me.) 
wild geese by problematick 
I haven’t watched Picard and one of the reasons I may never is because I KNOW I’ll be disappointed that it is not THIS FIC which is everything!! + Seven, & Kathryn, & Seven’s name?? Delicious!
Violence and Variations by kesdax 
This one's a gen series with a j7 storyline; imo it’s like watching an arc of perfect Seven-centric Voyager eps. Like Voyager should’ve made these eps fr!! Fair warning it’s currently an unfinished series!
Hypnobyl’s Love is Blind (care-taking Seven in the Seven-most way!) & Necessary Sacrifices (fake marriage away mission!!) ok & Coya Anochta Zab (another post-endgame...)
Baby Demon by Boadicea and Kelly
A rare Relativity story! I love the idea of these two in time travel situations together. I wanna call this fic atmospheric, I think that's the main thing that's stuck with me.
Crossing the Line by FaustianAspirant
A post Dark Frontier scene. This is thee j7 pretext dialogue/scenario to me!!! (SPOILER/fair warning u might not like where/how it ends up but IMO worth it regardless.)
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captaintiny · 10 months ago
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Hi, hope it’s ok to send this ask: I’ve been considering conversion (have Jewish ancestry but it’s been sort of lost, no Jewish cultural background whatsoever) but I’m not a zionist and I’m critical of Israel and pro-Palestine. I saw your reply on a post talking about how non zionist jews can be isolated from the community and how converts have to watch what they say about Israel. Do you think I’ll be able to convert? Thank you in any case.
Hi anon, sorry this took me so long to respond to.
To join the Jewish people is to join a very large family. Like any family, there will be people you like, people you don't and people you agree with and people you disagree with. It absolutely sucks that you have to be careful about what you say (and I pray one day that changes) but it isn't a barrier to conversion.
As far as I know, there is one explicitly anti-zionist congregation in the US - Tzedek in Chicago. I know there is also an anti-zionist congregation being talked about in Kansas City. Both offer/will offer distance memberships. I don't know if you are from the US, but if you are, I would highly recommend speaking to a rabbi from Tzedek, as they will be able to give you far more comprehensive information than I can on the specific conversion process, and how to navigate it as an anti-zionist. If you are not from the US, feel free to message me off anon and I will do what I can to locate an anti-zionist organisation from your home country, who will hopefully be able to give you more resources and point you in the right direction.
The important thing to remember, is that while attempts to isolate or shun anti-zionist jews might feel overwhelming, distressing and ultimately antithetical to Jewish values, we are not alone. There is always room for anti-zionists in Judaism, no matter what your background is. Judaism is millenia old. It existed long before Zionism and will be around long after. Zionism should not discourage you from conversion.
I hope your journey is fruitful, and if you do find your way to Judaism, I look forward to welcoming you home. Shalom. 💕✡️
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amazingmsme · 9 months ago
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OKAY HELLO I AM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO SEND I HAD TO DO SOMETHING FOR A COUPLE HOURS BUT!!! I AM HERE TO SCREAM
i am going to be thinking about your fic for the rest of my life. odysseus is such an ASSHOLE and i adore it. the way he mocks him and turns everything he says against him, the shirt over his face sounds AWFUL, the playful fake growling and chewing sounds? sir??? also whenever it says that his voice gets lower or growly or threatening i just imagine it as the voice he does when he says “you’ve lost” or “i’m not sure i follow” from done for and boy does that add to the experience. also the way he fixes polites’ glasses for him 🥺
AND POLITES MY SWEET ANGEL,, i love how he’s both a sweet adorable dumbass and a bit of a brat when being tickled, like he keeps making all these sassy remarks and insults and then regrets it immediately after, like he just says stuff without really thinking about it first. and i love odysseus just using those remarks as an excuse to be even meaner. i also adore those little moments where polites will be like “i hate you” or “i’ll never talk to you again” and odysseus is just like “shut up you love me” because it’s true and they both know it
these silly dudes just make me so happy and so soft, and you write them so well it made it physically hard to read sometimes cause my brain was just like 💕💖💓💗��💞💘!!!! and i was smiling so much the whole way through so bravo, i am throwing roses onto the stage at you!!! <3 - fluffvoid
OMG you don’t have to apologize!! I’m just happy to know you enjoyed it! Thank being said AAAAHHH I’M SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT!!!
I’m literally beaming right now, I seriously loved writing Odysseus as such a teasy asshole, he’s got so much personality & character it was impossible not to make him a straight up bastard lmaoooo
& kzhskabxie don’t get me started on his voice, ok I could hear everything in his voice & I would go over certain scenes to get it right & it was so damn flustering like why did I do that to myself?
Polites is literally so valid, he’s not gonna just shut up & take it, even if he’s worse off for it! It’s his best friend, he HAS to smart off to him when he sees fit, it just felt like something he’d do. Because yes, he is a sweet innocent dude but he grew up alongside Odysseus, some of that sass had to rub off somewhere
I already wanna write more for them, I’m so happy to be passionate about writing again! I just want to hold on to this spark & never let go
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twst-the-night-away · 2 years ago
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Hii! For the "Seven forms of love" asks, how about for Violetta? From the Philia questions: 1 and 3 C: I send them for her because after drawing her I think she's really cute and I want to know more about her, I hope that's ok 😌💕
Hello! I'm sorry it took me so long to answer, I've had a tough time with engaging with people lately and am trying to crawl out of the pit. Thank you for sending this in!!
1 - Does your OC have a Best Friend? If they do then how long have they known each other and how did they meet? If they don't then do they have a close group of friends they love equally? Or are they more of a loner?
Violetta has two best friends, who both happen to be @twstinginthewind's OCs! Her longtime friend Nana, who up until recently she only knew in kitten form, and her roommate Joker. Violetta met Nana when she was still very young, and the kitten would come to play with her in the garden. She met Joker when she first came to NRC. Aside from these two, Violetta has a tendency to be a loner, which is why she needs a pet extrovert like Joker to help her sometimes.
3- What qualities does your OC most value in a friend? Loyalty?Shared sense of humour? Or something else?
Violetta values understanding, really. Someone who isn't going to try and turn her into something she isn't. Someone who will be okay with her being shy and quiet. Sure, Joker helps encourage Violetta to socialize more, but she doesn't push her and force it to happen, you know? That's how Violetta's able to trust her.
Seven Forms of Love Asks
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stayxlix · 2 years ago
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I've been saving off the deep end to read once I had a break between exams
BRUH THAT STORYYYYYYY!! Pls don't mind my analysis and play-by-play reactions😩
You're writing style is so good I love the descriptions and how you manage to make everything so vivid. District 7's description was so on point, I really like how I could visualize it.... The tavern, the roads, the forests, the people...
"Cold rings on his fingers pressed into bare skin" goodbye I'd fold so fast✋✋✋ like yes he's a stranger but BRO
"He hesitantly brought his thumb up to run it over your bottom lip," I- 😀
I'm barely 2k into this story and already feeling a scream creeping up my throat.
"Without another word or giving you the chance to respond, he turned to go." Now excuse me dear sir✋ Get your outer district ass back here👹
How are you gonna make out w/ me then just dip💀 survival ig but STILL
"....so many eyes on you, permanently associating you with your father and his regime," SO WELL WRITTEN UGH CHEF'S KISS
I love the mc (main character) so much. They've won my favour so fast, uncharacteristically so. This is the kind of 'y/n' that we need to see more often! The change, the hero.
"A life with him certainly wouldn't involve tight corsets and suffocating lies." How are we so sure about the latter sweetie👀
But mc is better than me I'd probably be going there (district 7) every night in hopes of seeing him. But the chances are low considering he was on the run😔 Rational thinking ftw I guess?
"He had probably already forgotten about you." NAURRR😭 (I could never be this mature... To admit this to myself in such a situation? Nope)
"...followed by the glass walls of the hall shattering to pieces around you." Ok THIS PART IN THE STORY✋ Loveeee the build up of tension. I feel like I'm there omg.
"six..seven..maybe eight figures dressed in all black with bandana...." OOOH👀👀👀 !!! STRAY KISS WOO
"a group of your father's guards run up and make contact with the boys, tossing a couple of them their own guns."😨 HUH? OMG WHAT???? Betrayal of the century purrr😻
"The boy who had kissed you in the alley two weeks ago." GOODBYE CBFNFNFBFV
I should've seen this coming butt I'm FLABBERGASTED
Let's goooo😩😩✋ Also thank you for making it brown hair Felix, like THANK YOU😋 (btw this ask is so long sorryyyy)
"You swear you saw the faintest hint of a smirk... " OFFICIALLY HOLLERING RN AARGHHHH
No bc I hope he kidnaps mc😘 and Jisoo ofc😻 let's go live in the trenches 😋
NO the guards ruined it😒 Can they duck off istg
"Were you protecting him? " Dgfhgkhmkdxnh
"You mouthed "go" and if you had blinked you would have missed the nod he gave you in return." I need a minute🤒 A longgggg minute to process this
"Why would the boys risk their lives to send a message? " THIS IS SUCH AN ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF SKZ HELP
Like that's LITERALLY THEM
"As far as he knew, you were just like the rest of them." Bro this story is INTENSE
On that more I will be leaving for now, I need to eat and process this story before continuing it is so bloody good
Again, I'm so sorry for how long this is
omg so i just want to start by saying that from the bottom of my heart i am so touched by this. i seriously think i re-read it at least 7 times and i can’t even begin to express how much it means to me that you took the time out of your day to go through and immerse yourself into the story the way you did.😭💕 the play-by-play literally had me giggling to myself like a CHILD lmao you’re actually so funny like i wish i could hire you to narrate my life.😂
this is the first/only fic i’ve ever written and you complimented some of the parts i was most insecure about without even knowing it and i just. thank you.🥹💕 like your comment about the mc i could actually cry. and it’s always nice to find another dark hair felix stan because as much as i love the blonde (and i really do) i just couldn’t imagine him any other way here.
please don’t ever feel the need to apologize for how much you write this is what i LIVE for and it gives me so much motivation to continue the story. you could write an entire novel and i would happily sit down and read every single word.😊 i hope you got something good to eat (and that your exams went well) and i hope the rest of your day/night has been just as good as this made mine.💕💕💕
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weareallstoriesintheend · 2 years ago
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Hello! Is there any way you can do headcanons on AD characters helping a female friend who just got out of a toxic/abusive relationship? I recently just got out of one myself, but I totally, completely understand if you can't do it because of how triggering the topic is.
I’m so sorry this took me so long and thank you for trusting me with this. ❤
As someone who, up until very recently, used to work day in day out with people in/getting out of abusive relationships I want you to know this is a safe space.
Since I don’t know anything about you, nor do I need too, I have kept these as vague as possible whilst also trying to change up the story a little bit where I could. I hope at least one resonates with you. I went with small blurbs that vary in word-count to change it up in tone.
And if there is a character missing that you wanted or I'm completely off the mark please just let me know and I can add on, I just wrote the characters who are my usual Adam characters.
Sending you all the love and healing vibes 💕 Trigger Warning : Discussions of abusive relationships
Sackler
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You’d asked Adam if it was ok for you to do something basic. You wanted some food in a place that you had once spent pretty much every waking moment, with one of your closest friends, that was until your ex-partner had come into your life.
It wasn’t the first time you’d done it and it probably wouldn’t be the last. It was a slip of the tongue; it had been a long time since you’d actually needed permission to simply exist. But the wounds still laid beneath the surface.
“You basically live here, what the fuck are you talking about? Go eat! You always do this and I tell you every time,” he blurted out, his tone tinged on amusement but you could tell he was put out by your question.
“Just habit I guess.”
The way he looked at you was a mixture of concern and confusion.
It just spilled out. The intense look he gave you, the silence of the room whilst he almost waited for further explanation. But it just… fell out. The years of control, the years of never being able to step foot without someone else calling the shots. You had never known how to dress, eat, who to talk too, where to go after work, without someone saying so.
All of it had made you a shell of a person, someone who had to rebuild themselves long after they should have learned to operate on their own. Someone who had to rebuild relationships, including your friendship with Sackler, whilst no one was any the wiser. The autonomy of being alive was suddenly new to you again.
He sighed, a few sounds stuttering out of his mouth before, “Fuuuuuck kid that’s…. daaaamn,”
You didn’t know how to interpret his tone; he was a hard one to read at times. Even when he was being serious his voice erred on the edge of sarcasm. Was he making fun of you or just shocked?
The first reaction that came to you was to shrug, you’d been passing it off for so long it felt like no big deal. Whenever anyone had asked you had lied, told them nothing was wrong and that your relationship was the best thing to ever happen to you.
You never turned up with bruises, that was what had convinced them you were ok. Cause how could you be being abused if there were no bruises, no evidence, nothing to show for your pain.
His hand rested on your arm, probably the most affectionate gesture you’d had out of him in a while. His thumb rubbed circles tentatively into your skin and you nodded, understanding his unspoken words.
“You’ll tell me if that happens again?” he asked quietly after a while.
You shook your head instantly, “It won’t ever, I’m not going back to that.”
“But…”
“…If it does, I will” you conceded, half-smiling to break the tension you felt. He smiled back, a curt nod was his response.
Charlie
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Charlie’s face hardened to stone. You’d finally told him the truth about your ex-partner, finally explained all the lies he’d tried to call you out on so many times. He’d been nothing but a good friend to you in all the years you’d worked at the theatre and you didn’t want to keep it a secret anymore.
Your instinct told you he was angry, feeling like you’d seen that face too many times before. And too many times it had led to something you never want to experience again, for a split second your skin burned hot. You felt it creep up the back of your neck and flush your cheeks, your eyes remained wide as you silently begged him to say something.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he finally said, his voice cracking. Your eyebrows raised just a little, this was the first time you’d seen empathy on a mans face in a long time.
“Can I do anything?” he added hastily. You smiled, everyone had asked you that and you never felt like you had the right answer. So instead, you shook your head, reaching out to put a hand on his forearm, “A hug will do.”
You needed to feel safe in a man’s arms again, Charlie loomed over you in the most intimidating body you’d ever seen – hilariously and ironically far more intimidating than your Ex had ever physically been. Yet gentleness poured out of him, in complete opposite contrast to the vicious thorniness of your Ex.
For now, safety was all you needed. That was something your dear friend could provide.
Kylo
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As you spoke, recounting the attack, you paced. Fiddling with your fingers as you stumbled, you’re your words, trying to get it all out as fast as you could. Kylo had asked about the bruises on your neck and face, knowing that you hadn’t been training in a while. You had dodged it but he was insistent, he knew. He just wanted to hear it from you.
Your pacing led you right to his feet but the intensity of his stare felt too familiar so you turned your back and walked the same path again.
You heard the rush of his saber igniting and you turned, his eyes flickered red in the light.
“Who?”
You shook your head, “It doesn’t matter.”
Through gritted teeth he repeated himself, “Who?”
You uttered a name, so quietly you hoped he hadn’t heard it. You heard the squeak of his boots as he turned towards the door behind him. The rush of it opening made you spin in place.
Your feet carried you after him, rushing along behind him trying not to get caught in the swirl of his cloak. You thought about begging him not too, that no one else needed to get hurt.
But then something clicked in your head, something sickening that struck you with delighted fear. You’d be free, you’d be safe. Months of pain would disappear and the person who dealt them out would get what they deserved.
Without consciously realizing it your feet stopped, letting Kylo get further and further away. ‘Let him go,’ a little voice in the back of your head said with a satisfied smile, ‘Let him handle it.’
Paterson
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You’d sat him down, afraid one day it would all just come spilling out. It had been years and it was time, Paterson had been the only friend you’d had, one that was kept a secret from your partner. Friends wasn’t something you were allowed to have easily. Seeing as you only ever saw him when he came into the small-town bar you worked in it was easy to keep Paterson away from all that. He had been your solace when it all got too much.
One day he asked you why you never talked about your life, the bar was quiet with just you two and one old guy fast asleep in the back booth. So, you let the words come out, the whole story only really took you ten minutes to tell but it felt like an eternity.
Your eyes fixated on a small puddle of beer on the bar, you watched the light above you ripple in it as you talked.
When you looked up the brim of his eyes were lined with tears. You instantly felt like you needed to fix it, starting to mumble something about “… oh don’t worry about me” But then he took your hands in his, bringing them up to his face palms against his cheeks. He pressed soft but purposeful kisses against each, “Never again.”
Clyde
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You were playing a drunken game one night after The Duck Tape had cleared out. A question came up about the worst thing that had ever happened to you.
Clyde regaled harsh and gruesome stories of war, but yours was much closer to home.
He didn’t say a word in response, dread surged through your stomach. He took two steps towards you before wrapping both arms around you. Your face smushed against the warmth of his chest made a surge relief dampen the fire of shame that boiled within you.
“I… don’t know how to respond t’ that,” You heard him mumble.
You laughed. You actually laughed, for the first time in months pure amusement filled your body. The sound felt a little alien, like a memory you had but didn’t know why.
You pulled back from him and he stared down at you, his face was often expressionless so that didn’t put you off. But you knew him well enough to know the slight extension of his pout was one of deep sympathy.
“Thank you, Clyde,” you said, stifling your giggles.
“’Fer what?”
“Just…. Thank you.”
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velidewrites · 2 years ago
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Ok babes I finally caught up on the last chapter of RWMIL and so it’s time I send all my thoughts, feelings, and theories!
So glad that we got a Rhys POV! I’m very curious who he was talking to, I’m sure everyone has said this but I’m thinking eris based on vibes… but also the talk of shadows obviously seems like Azriel so idk!!
Also wondering who he is trying to protect back home. Are his mother and sister going to be alive in this au?? Or is it the bay boys and mor? Along with that I’m excited to find out if they’re gonna end up being victors/tributes from another district during the quarter quell, or if they are people from back home, or something else entirely.
The similarities between Rhys and Finnick are so heartbreaking. For that whole conversation I felt like I was waiting for a punch to the gut and thinking he would mention needing to get back to Amarantha or something 😥
My heart broke for Feyre in this. When she was crying and saying they could make a wish to the stars 💔 Uhg and I’m so glad you included the painting/putting flowers around her part, that was always so beautiful to me.
Despite how sad this was I’m excited to see badass angry Feyre with a bow take out the careers and then the capitol! Go off bestie!
Thank you for writing this, I have been enjoying it so much and I hope it has been fun for you as well 💕
I’m so sorry it took me this long to respond but I wanted to keep your ask in my askbox and just stare at it for as long as I can 😩
I’m so happy you liked Daddy’s POV. I had so much fun writing it that I edited chapter 8 to add it in again. It’s also fun to see everyone guessing the man he was talking to was either Eris or Azriel. I can only say one of them is the correct answer 😌
I LOVE hearing your theories (as always) and I’m very excited for you to learn more about Rhys and his story as we move on from the first Games. Also, I love that people are picking up on the parallels between him and Finnick!
Anyway, Feyre has a bow now and shit is about to get real. I’m so excited for you to see it and as always, thank you so much for popping into my askbox to share your thoughts 🥹💕
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dispatchwithlove · 2 years ago
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Can I ask some Fandom Qs? -Only if you feel comfortable with them -My questions are B,C,G,P,R and V. By the way, you write beautifully I love how you portray the personality of the characters so well, I send you a lot but much love to your stories!💕
Sorry this took so long! I dreaded looking for the original post so I could answer these, but it wasn't that hard, lol. (stupid overthinking things brain). Also thanks for asking, these'll be fun to answer :)
B: A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind.
I think I answered this one but I'll try to give another answer. I'll throw this out to my wonderful buddy @diaphanouso for writing a Thane/Shep fic and a Hanar/Shep fic that were both incredibly hot. She's an amazing writer, though. I'm pretty sure I'd like a fic about two rocks falling in love if she wrote it 😁
C: A pairing you wish you shipped, but just can’t.
Hmm, so may, honestly. I've discovered I'm a monoshipper, and just can't really get into any ships but my OTPs. It's not that I don't support other ships, I am a proshipper through and through, but when it comes to what I read and write, there are only a handful of ships I enjoy from my fandoms.
G: What was your first fandom?
I'll provide a cute answer. The first character I ever had a crush on was Burt (yes as in Burt and Ernie). I told my mom I was gonna marry him because I thought he was so funny. I still like men who make me laugh. Dragon Age got me into fanfic as an adult though.
P: Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas).
Ok, hear me out. There's this show from the 90s called Young Riders. It's about a group a young guys (and one woman who has to masquerade as a guy) who were Pony Express riders. I had this kooky idea to write a Shakarian AU where Shep and Garrus are young hot shots who work with a team to run deliveries through pirate invested systems and yes they fall in love. Young love, dangerous encounters, and found family. It would be amazing, I tell you!
R: A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships.
I can pretty much guarantee no one else ships Kasumi/Nihlus/Etarn Tiron. Not bc it's unpopular but bc it's so obscure, lol. But they are a thing in my detective au, they will be together and very much in love ❤️
V: Do you have any 3-way ships? If so, what?
I sure do. I just mentioned one — Kasumi/Nihlus/Etarn — and I also ship Garrus/Nihlus/Shepard (not in my detective au world, though). I just wrote a Garrus/Nihlus fic that I posted that would tie in with a canon world series where Garrus/Nihlus/Shepard are a pairing. Also I ship Zen/Obi/Shirayuki from Snow White With the Red Hair. In order for me to like an OT3 they have to all be equally in love and into each other.
Well that's all of the questions. Thanks again for the asks. They were fun! And thanks for the kind words, they're always appreciated. Take care anon :)
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sugarcoated-lame · 4 months ago
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EEEEEEEEE SEB 💗 MY LOVE !!! You know I’ve been so excited for you to read this fic, you’re the first person I ever talked to about it and you know your reblogs are always my favorite hehe, so I’ve been dying to share it with you and hear all your thoughts 🥹
First of all, thank you. I love you <3
I’m so happy to hear you thought that I captured Jake’s character right 🥹🥹 you just know that man would be terrified at the prospect of falling in love, but once he’s in, he’s all the way in and I think he’d just be the sweetest, sappiest, cheesiest loverboy there ever was hehe
And the teasing and the banter between jake and Bradley and nat was honestly one of my favorite parts to write, they were so much fun and so I’m SO happy to hear you enjoyed those bits 🥹
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I’m giggling and kicking my feet, this is literally the best compliment??? 😭 I love to hear that you can see this moment so clearly because it was one of those moments that I could just picture it so clearly too 🥹 like them getting that little moment alone and seeing each other like it’s the first time, it’s so simple yet so swoon-worthy and when I was writing it, I was giggling to myself over the cuteness of Jake and baby Bradshaw and I’m so happy to hear you enjoyed it 🥹💗
and whewww fr i need my big boy husband too, like where is my strong, hot naval aviator??? 😵‍💫
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^ this comment made me smile so much seb 🥹🥹 you hit the nail on the head, I wanted to show them being able to giggle and joke during sex, because at the end of the day, they’re best friends and they always are able to have fun together, while also being vulnerable and it’s what makes them so perfect for one another!
and i too, think i died several times writing the smut LMAO 🫠 (maybe that’s why it took me so long to write this 😂) I’m so happy to know you enjoyed it hehe
so sorry for making you tear up 💕 but you know I had to include a little Goose and Carole mention in there for baby bradshaw’s wedding 🤭
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Ok excuse me while I go cry for a minute, a romantic masterpiece ???? 😭😭🥹 once again, seb, I love you! but aaaah yes, ending it with them holding hands and running down the hallway together, the same way their story began, just felt so right and like such a full circle moment 🥹 and exactly !!! they’re all each other needs!
I’m so sorry to hear that you were having a rough day, my love, and I’m sending you the biggest hug <3 I’m so happy to know that this story was able to help you feel a bit better 🥹💕 you know probably better than anyone how much work I put into getting this sequel as close to perfect as I possibly could, and you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear that you loved it so much, I’m so glad to finally share it with you! Thank you so much for reading, seb, and for always leaving the best, most detailed reblogs. It literally makes my entire day!! I love you so, so, so much!! 🥹🥰❤️💗❤️💗
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Sometimes A Bride | Jake Seresin x Reader
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18+ only, minors DNI
Jake Seresin x female Bradshaw!reader
part two of Always A Bridesmaid
Synopsis: You’re having some pre-wedding jitters and there’s only one person you know can help calm you down.
or
You and Jake sneak off for a quickie before the two of you say ‘I do.’
WC: 11.5k (another long one oops)
warnings: a smidgen of angst?, anxiety, mentions of alcohol, smut, fingering, unprotected piv, slight overstimulation, i think jake calling reader a good girl deserves a warning, unspecified age gap (reader is in around mid-late 20s, jake is in early-mid 30s), once again jake being too damn charming for his own good, tonssss of disgustingly sweet tooth-rotting fluff, really sweet fluffy moments with big bro bradley, natasha being the best sister-in-law and maid of honor, jake still being an absolute menace, i'm literally the worst at coming up with titles for my fics, moodboard is not any indication of reader’s appearance
a/n: The very long-awaited (I’m sorry 🤍) sequel to Always a Bridesmaid. Thank you so much to everyone who’s stuck around and shown the first part so much love and support, and waited so patiently for this story! I love y’all 
beautiful dividers by @saradika-graphics 🤍
〰・♡・〰 reblogs, comments, and feedback are greatly appreciated! 〰・♡・〰
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You love weddings. 
It's a fact you try to remind yourself of as you take a deep breath, taking in your reflection in the vast vanity mirror.
Hair styled to pristine perfection, professionally done makeup better than anything you’d ever be capable of doing yourself, in a gorgeous white dress that fits just right and makes you feel more beautiful than ever.  
You love weddings. You love the fancy clothes, all the chatter and the sweet scent of champagne flowing through the air at the reception, the contagious laughter and dancing.
But, most of all, you love getting to watch two people profess their love for each other and promise themselves to one another for the rest of their lives through beaming smiles and tears of joy. 
It’s been a little over three years since Bradley and Natasha said ‘I do’, and after meeting the love of your life at your big brother’s wedding, how could you not love them? 
Three years since that fateful night that you met Jake and both of your lives were changed forever, and the two of you have been pretty much inseparable ever since. Well, nearly ever since.
Initially, both you and Jake were scared by just how much you liked one another. 
After spending the night together at your brother’s wedding — and the morning after — you had feared that it was just that rose-colored haze of love in the air that comes along with weddings, and you wondered if that magical pixie dust was going to wear off eventually — and take your feelings with it. 
But it never did. 
Even at the beginning, back when Jake had tried to push down his feelings for you and said he couldn’t offer much more than no strings attached fun, ‘because I’m going to be away on deployments and dangerous missions all the time, and because you’re Bradshaw’s little sister.’ 
Because he ‘didn’t have time for anything serious’ – but really, because he was afraid of just how strongly he felt for you – even then, you were so drawn to him and Jake couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed spending time with you.
How he thought about you and that amazing night you’d spent together nearly every second of every day. 
From the moment he’d wake up in his boring, lonely apartment, to the hours spent in briefings or flying dangerous maneuvers in his F18, to the moment he’d go to sleep alone every night in his bed that all of a sudden seemed too big. 
And, what scared Jake the most was that it wasn’t just the sex – though, that was definitely a great part of it – that he yearned for. It was just you. 
You, with your bright eyes and your radiant smile, your melodic laugh and effervescent personality. You had quickly wormed your way into his heart and lit him up from the inside out. 
He no longer found himself wanting the mundane and meaningless hook-ups or one night stands that places like the Hard Deck had to offer, which had become routine for him since his time as a young pilot at Top Gun. 
You brought Jake’s world from dull grayscale to vibrant technicolor and he found that he just always wanted you around. 
He’d never felt that way about anyone before, and it terrified him.
You’d never wanted anyone so bad, and you were fearful that it wasn’t going to last. 
But, try as you might, the two of you just couldn’t seem to stay away from each other for long. 
Once Jake got his head out of his ass and he took you out on a few proper dates – which, naturally, ended in you fucking each other’s brains out a few more times – you both agreed to try to take things slow, because your feelings for each other were real and neither one of you wanted to mess things up. 
However, you quickly learned that there was no such thing as slow when it comes to you and Jake. Before you knew it, things between the two of you had become pretty serious, and you realized – much to your brother Bradley’s dismay, that the two of you share a very real connection. 
Through all of the ups and downs — triumphs and hardships, happy times and tears, the silly fights and even sillier make-ups that these past three years have brought the two of you. 
From going mad missing each other when Jake is away on deployments, up until his recent request for a more permanent position at Top Gun so he can be closer to home – closer to you –  you and Jake have stuck together through it all like super glue.
Three years of unconditional love and support, of growing and becoming better together, loving and living life with your best friend.
You’ve never been quite sure if you believe in the concept of soulmates, but if they do exist, you’re positive that Jake is yours.
And, you love weddings… so why are you currently freaking the fuck out, today of all days? Oh, right… because it’s your wedding day. 
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You’re pretty sure that your vision is beginning to blur, your body growing a little dizzy as you watch the constant stream of people flitting all around you through the glass of the large vanity mirror.
Your bridesmaids chatter excitedly as they too work to finish getting ready, sipping from mimosas as they make their way into their dresses while Natasha – the best sister-in-law and best maid of honor you could ever ask for – helps to keep everyone focused and on schedule. 
She paces the room with her phone in hand, probably texting Bradley to make sure things are running smoothly in the groomsmens’ suite as well. 
There are at least three people at any given moment hovering around you like bees, fussing over your hair, doing last minute touch-ups on your makeup, and making sure there’s not a wrinkle in sight on the beautiful wedding gown of your dreams that you’re oh-so nervous for Jake to finally see. 
Not nervous because you’re worried he won’t like it – he’s told you plenty of times that he’d be more than happy to marry you if you were wearing a trash bag – but because this is your big day, the beginning of the rest of your lives together and you just want it to be perfect. 
After all the months of painstaking planning – from centerpieces to seating charts, the choosing the color of the napkins to the dinner menu and countless trials of cake flavors. From finding the perfect venue, to the best floral arrangements, and of course the dream wedding dress. 
After being so hyper-focused on this day for months, now that that day is actually here, you just need everything to be perfect.
Not even the two and a half mimosa’s you’ve had this morning have been enough to quell the stress currently coursing through your veins, and the buzz of the busy bridal suite is beginning to make your head spin. 
Between all of the running around you’ve done since waking up — way too early — this morning, the little bit of alcohol and all the commotion going on around you now, your face feels too hot, a tiny sheen of sweat beginning to shine through your makeup.
You can’t help but wonder if Jake is feeling this flustered right now too. Probably not, the man is cool and calm about just about everything; it’s one of the things you love about him.
As the makeup artist powders your nose for the fifth time in ten minutes in an attempt to tamper down the shine, you feel your resolve beginning to crack. You try to take in a deep breath to shake the nerves, but feel as though there’s not enough air in the room to fill your lungs and you find yourself feeling like you need to escape. 
As if she can sense your distress from all the way across the room, Natasha — ever the dutiful maid of honor — materializes behind you with a comforting hand on your shoulder, politely excusing the makeup artist and everyone else that’s currently milling around you, before meeting your gaze through the mirror with a gentle smile. 
Though, you know your sister-in-law too well and you can see the concern in her brown eyes.
“You okay?” When Natasha gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze, you close your eyes and heave out a deep sigh, grateful for a moment of calm. 
It’s in the same moment that you open your eyes and give her a nod and an unconvincing smile that there’s a knock on the bridal suite door just behind you, and you turn your head to find Bradley opening it a crack and peeking his head in. 
“Everyone decent?” Your older brother asks, meeting your eyes with a soft look and you swear you could cry.
Through all her running around to help make sure that your day is perfect, you’d seen Natasha on her phone and you figure that, always knowing just what you need, she must have texted Bradley – and that’s exactly what she did. 
Natasha had let her husband know that his sister was feeling some pre-wedding jitters and could use some reassurance that she knew you could only get from your big brother, and he immediately made his way from the groomsmens’ suite to come to your aid.
“Yeah, come on in!” Natasha calls out with one last squeeze to your shoulder before meeting Bradley at the door and greeting him with a quick kiss on his cheek.
She gently pushes him towards where you stand in front of the large mirror smoothing your hands over an invisible wrinkle on the flowy white skirt of your dress, before ushering the rest of your bridesmaids and everyone else to the other side of the large suite to put their finishing touches on their looks and give the two of you some privacy. 
You turn around to face Bradley, standing there in a classic black suit with a bow tie, and you could swear your brother gets a little misty-eyed as he takes in the sight of you in your lavish white dress, a soft smile pulling at the corner of his mustached lips when he asks, “You okay, sis?”
You think about lying for a second and telling him that you’re just fine, but this is Bradley -– your big brother and self-appointed protector for all your life, even when you don’t always want or need him to be, and you know that he’d be able to see right through you.
Blowing out a small sigh, you carefully take a seat on the plush couch that sits in the nearest corner, making sure to arrange all the layers of fabric that surround your lower half in a way that they won’t become too wrinkled.
“Honestly… I’m kind of freaking out.” You tell your brother as he joins you on the sofa. Your voice is barely above a whisper, just loud enough that he’s able to hear due to his close proximity.
You’re looking down at where you nervously wring your hands in your lap when Bradley speaks. 
“Why? You’ve got nothing to worry about.” His words are matter-of-fact, but his voice is soft in that comforting, brotherly tone that’s only reserved for you.
“I- I don’t know.” You tell him with a light shake of your head. “I guess I’m just nervous?” 
The words come out as a question and your gaze lifts to meet Bradley’s before you continue on.
“You know, it’s such a big, important day that I’ve spent so long dreaming of and planning for and– that I’m going to remember for the rest of my life and I just…” your voice trails off as you realize you’re rambling, stopping to take a breath before you continue. 
 “I just love Jake so much and I… I just want everything to be perfect.”
Bradley takes in your frazzled expression, nodding in understanding. “You’re right, it is a big deal, and it’s totally normal to have some nerves.” 
The pensive look on his face shifts to one of what looks like amusement as he glances across the room to where his wife is chatting away with the rest of your bridesmaids, before leaning closer to whisper conspiratorially. 
“I was scared shitless when I married Nat.” 
Your eyes widen at Bradley’s confession, a small puff of laughter escaping your lips as you question him, “What? Really?”
“Yeah,” Your brother’s smile grows at the sight of your own, a quiet chuckle leaving him. “But, then I remembered that I was marrying my best friend and all of those nerves just sort of melted away.”
“Which is why you should believe me when I tell you–” Bradley reaches over to take your hands in his, his brown gaze warm as he speaks earnestly.
“It’s going to be perfect no matter what happens, because you and Jake will be together.”
Your lips can’t help but quirk up a bit at your older brother’s reassurance. “You really think so?”
“Yeah,” Bradley gives your hands a gentle squeeze. “In fact, I know so.”
“Because, I have never seen you happier than you have been these past few years since you’ve been with Jake.” That small smile never leaves his lips as he continues talking and your heart nearly melts in your chest at the sincerity of your big brother’s words. 
“It’s clear that the two of you love each other very much.”
You have to admit it’s a bit of a shock to hear those words from Bradley of all people – sure, things have gotten a lot better between your brother and your fiance over the years, but you’d still consider them frenemies at the best of times. 
You realize that you haven’t said anything in response, being too stunned to speak, when Bradley continues on with a knowing smirk on his face as he takes in your dumbfounded expression.
“Trust me, I wasn’t the biggest fan of the idea of you dating Jake in the beginning, but I see how much he cares about you. Above anything else.” 
You nod your head in agreement, but not without a laugh and a playful roll of your eyes. With your brother’s reassurance that everything would be okay so long as you and Jake are together, and the reminder of just how much your husband-to-be loves you, now you couldn’t wipe the grin off your face if you tried. “Yeah, he does.” 
Bradley takes in the lovesick smile on your face and tilts his head, raising a brow in question. “We feeling better now?”
“Yeah,” Feeling much more calm now, it’s your turn to squeeze Bradley’s hands, nodding happily at him before releasing them. “A lot better. Thank you.”
“Good.” Bradley stands, offering his hands to pull you up off the sofa as well, before pulling you into a hug. 
With a quiet instruction to ‘call me if you need me’, your brother releases you from his arms, venturing over to Natasha to place a small peck to his wife’s lips before making his way out the door and back to the groomsmens’ suite.
You really do feel a whole lot better, but all this talk about your fiancé and his love for you, and how truly, utterly happy he makes you, has you missing him. Yearning to be with him in this very moment, and you realize that the only thing that would really put your mind at ease is right now Jake himself. 
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Jake’s head perks up as the door to the groomsmen’s suite opens for the second time in about fifteen minutes to reveal Bradley, adorning a tux matching that of all the other groomsmen. 
It’s still crazy for him to think about the fact that your brother, who was so adamant about you not seeing Jake all those years ago, would be one of the groomsmen at his and your wedding. 
“Where’d you disappear to, Rooster?” A relaxed smirk lifts up the corner of Jake’s lips as he fixes his tie in the mirror.  
“Just went to check on the bride-to-be.” Jake’s smile softens just a bit at the mention of you.
“You know, I never thought the two of you would last this long, so I had to check and see if my sister was ready to back out yet.” 
Bradley drops down onto the sofa next to Bob and Coyote, who are quietly snickering at his teasing of the groom. 
“Oh, ha-ha.” Jake’s smirk grows devilish at the joke, turning his sights on the mustached man ready to tease him right back. “Face it, Bradshaw. We’re gonna be brothers real soon.” 
Bradley only rolls his eyes goodnaturedly at his soon to be brother-in-law, a fact that Jake has made a point to remind him of, all the time, since the two of you got engaged a little over a year ago. 
“How is she, though?” Jake asks, and Bradley can hear the sincerity creeping into the blonde’s tone. 
“She’s good. Was just dealing with the usual pre-wedding nerves, but it’s all good now.” Bradley tells him honestly. 
Jake only nods in response, already retreating into his head, into his worry for you, causing your brother to speak up again.
“Jake, I promise, everything’s good.” Bradley reassures him with a small smile.
“Yeah… good.” Jake nods once more, making an attempt to paint the best smile he possibly can on his lips.
He’s not worried because he thinks that you might not want this, or him – he knows without a shadow of doubt just how vast your love for him is – but, because he knows how you get when you put your heart into something and that you’ll drive yourself crazy trying to get everything perfect.
Jake’s seen firsthand just how painstakingly you’ve worked to plan this wedding, all the months spent making sure that every little detail is just right. 
He knows that all of that time and stress, culminating to this one day, is likely weighing on your mind now that the day has finally come. 
And in this moment, Jake wants nothing more than to just be able to see you – to hold you and comfort you and let you know that everything is going to be just fine.
He knows the old superstition that the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride before the ceremony, but…
“Fuck it.”
The two words escape under Jake’s breath just before he’s shrugging on the jacket to his tux and quickly making his way to the door. 
“Where are you going, man?” Javy questions his best friend, drawing the attention of the rest of the Daggers — sans Phoenix who’s with you getting ready in the bridal suite — toward where Jake stands in the now open doorway, one hand on the knob and one foot already out in the hall. 
“Just gotta check something with the wedding planner. Be right back.” 
It’s not a total lie. Sure, you had forgone hiring a wedding planner and chose to do everything yourself — with the help of Natasha and Penny of course -— but that technically made you the wedding planner. The guys don’t have to know that.
Jake traverses the winding halls of the venue, the anticipation of seeing you building up as he walks briskly in his dress shoes until he finds a door with a paper sign that reads, ‘Bridal Suite’ in loopy, cursive lettering.
Taking a breath, he knocks on the door, and he’s lucky to find that a moment later, it’s you who answers.
“What-” Your eyes widen in surprise and you’re hardly able to get a word out as one of Jake’s hands grasps yours, swiftly pulling you out of the door and into the hallway with him. 
You don’t get a chance to finish your question, because within seconds your fiancé is practically sprinting down the long hallway, pulling you along with him with his large hand wrapped around your smaller one. 
You can't help but giggle at Jake’s antics as the two of you run through the halls, watching his free hand reach for a few knobs along the way only to find them locked, finally stopping when he finds a door that seems to be open. 
He quickly peers into the room just to make sure that it’s empty before gently pulling you into the dark space, lit only by the natural light that shines in through the windows, and closing the door. 
You're still laughing breathlessly when you find your words again, Jake’s own breathy chuckle mixing with yours in the quiet of the room.
“Wha— Jake? What are you doing, you’re not supposed to see me in my dress before the ceremony!”
“Screw that, my girl needed me.” His warm hand is still in yours, his free hand moving to clasp your other one. That emerald gaze that you’ve come to know so well bores into you as he smiles down at you lovingly.
Your eyes lift to meet Jake’s and it’s like any and all nerves just melt away.
You always feel safe when Jake is near and just the sight of him now, being in his presence, has a toothy grin making its way onto your face.
Another giggle escapes you, trailing off into a content sigh as you look up at the gorgeous man in front of you.
The two of you just gaze into each other’s eyes for a long moment, and with a light shake of your head, your grin becomes coy. 
“Hi.” You find yourself whispering into the quiet of the room.
Jake lets out a chuckle, the outer corners of his eyes crinkling up in the way that you love when smiles at you. “Hi.”
Without letting go of your hands, Jake takes a step back to really take you in for the first time since breaking you out of the bridal suite just a few minutes ago. 
Finally getting a good look at you in your wedding dress that beautifully accentuates the shape of your body, your makeup done to perfection — though Jake doesn’t think you ever need it — and hair styled prettily but still flowing and free just the way he likes, renders your soon-to-be husband practically speechless. 
All he can say is, “Wow…”
You can hear the pure awe in that one word and can’t help but smile bashfully, heat rising in your cheeks. Jake’s compliments still manage to make you flustered, even after all this time. 
“Wow, yourself.” Your gaze sweeps up and down the length of his body, taking in the crisp black tuxedo and matching bow tie, and the white dress shirt underneath. Appreciating the way it fits him just right, how you’re still able to tell just how toned his body is even under the layers of clothing.
Jake’s hands tenderly squeeze your own, pulling you a little bit closer once again as his eyes search out your own. “You doing okay, honey?”
And though you were definitely feeling anxious before, you couldn’t be more content than you are now when it’s just the two of you, standing here holding hands with the love of your life.
“Yes,” You nod gently. “I’m just a little nervous.”
You look down at your joined hands before quietly continuing. “I just want this day to be perfect.”
“Hey,” Jake lightly swings your joined hands to get you to look up at him again, and when you do, you see that he’s still wearing that confident smile. “It’s going to be perfect because it’s all coming from you. And everything you do is perfect in my eyes.”
You have to bite back your giggle at his sentiment, in disbelief that this sweet man is soon going to be your husband.
“It’s going to be perfect because it’s us. Together.” You correct him with a playful grin. 
“Yeah, you’re right.” Jake’s hands leave yours, wrapping warmly around your shoulders to pull you in for a hug. Nestled in his embrace, your own arms wrap around his middle, your head moving to lean on his chest, taking in the familiar scent of his cologne as he leans his head on top of yours. “Together.”
The two of you stand like that for a few moments, wrapped snugly in each other’s warmth, Jake beginning to sway you just lightly as you breathe each other in.
It’s with your cheek pressed against his pec that you finally take a look around the room the two of you are standing in, realizing that it’s another suite similar to the one you had been getting ready in earlier.
“You know,” You lift your head from Jake’s chest to look up at him as you speak, a playful tone filling your words. “This feels oddly familiar to the night we met.”
“Sneaking off to a dark, empty room,” You continue with a growing smirk, arms unlatching from around Jake’s waist and pulling back just a touch, his own arms falling from around your shoulders. “Just the two of us.”
Your hands slide gently up Jake’s torso over the fabric of his suit jacket, up past his broad shoulders to rest at the back of his neck. 
Jake’s gaze leaves you for just a moment to glance at the space around you. An airy laugh leaving his lips as his hands reach for your hips over the soft fabric of your dress to pull you a little bit closer, his green eyes falling back onto you. 
Faces just inches away from one another, the two of you share matching silly grins as you think back to the night of your brother’s wedding. A look of pure love and adoration passing between your eyes and his as you both absorb the fact that you’re here, three years later, at your own wedding. 
“Yeah, we’re just missing the champagne.” 
Jake softly brushes his nose against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as he leans in to connect his lips to yours in a gentle kiss. 
Tasting the remnants of the sweet mimosa on your lips, he hums against them before pulling back just slightly. “But it seems like you’ve already got that covered, Sweets.” 
The familiar nickname paints his favorite smile on your lips that has Jake diving back in for another kiss, this one deeper as his tongue dips into your mouth to taste the lingering sweetness of champagne and orange juice on your tongue.
His large hands pull you in closer by the waist as your fingers find the short blonde hairs at the nape of his neck, a groan falling from Jake’s mouth and into yours as your fingernails gently scrape along his scalp.
It’s almost embarrassing how quickly your body still responds to his touch after all this time; your knees going weak, and you’re practically melting into him as you feel wetness begin to pool in the skimpy, lacy white panties of your bridal lingerie that you’ve been dying to show Jake since you picked it all out a few months earlier.
The kiss quickly becomes more heated, lips slotting feverishly together as though one can only find much-needed oxygen within the other’s mouth, tongues swirling in a well-known dance and relishing in the familiar taste of one another. 
Jake’s hands are all over you, pulling your body flush against his as he sucks your bottom lip between the both of his. Your skin feels hot from his touch even through the fabric of your dress, and the realization of his quickly hardening length pressing against your hip has you mewling against him.
Jake pulls back from the kiss, his gaze still hungry, but you also catch the mirth in his eyes as he chuckles at his bride-to-be.
“Always so needy for me.” He slowly shakes his head with that classic, cocky Jake Seresin smirk that still makes you weak in the knees. 
“Me?!” You scoff, eyes wide as you look up at him incredulously, though you’re fighting back a smile because you know he’s right. 
“Well, I’d say someone is also pretty needy.” 
Your hand leaves the back of his neck to travel between your bodies to prove your point, reaching down to palm at his hard length through the fabric of his dress pants. Your brows raise in a playfully vindicated look that screams ‘I told you so’, as Jake lets out a groan at your touch. 
“Yeah, o-okay.” Jake’s chuckle is breathless this time as you cup your hand around him a little more firmly, grinning up at him and batting your lashes. “Always needy for you too, Sweets.” 
His hand wraps around your own to remove it from his bulge, already missing the friction as he brings your knuckles up to his lips in a sweet kiss before letting it go.
Before you even know what’s happening, both of Jake’s hands are reaching down to grip your thighs through all the layers of lace and tulle, a squeak emitting from your throat as he sweeps you off your feet and carries you over the nearest wall. 
“Jake! What are you-” Your arms circle around his shoulders, legs parting of their own volition to make room for him between them. Bracketing his hips as your back lightly hits the wall, the fabric of your dress all bunched between the two of you exposing your calves as he holds you in his strong grasp.
Large palms wrapped around the underside of your thighs, his weight pressed against your front and the wall at your back keep you upright as you giggle in your soon-to-be husband’s arms. 
Jake is beaming back at you, the adoration in his green eyes clear as they crinkle up due to his grin. 
“I love you, so much.” He lifts a hand up to your face, the backs of his fingers caressing along the soft skin of your cheek and Jake shakes his head as if he can’t believe that this is real, that you’re real. 
He leans in to press a soft, but dizzying kiss to your lips before murmuring against them, “I wanna show you how much.”
A part of you feels like you could cry at the sincerity in his voice, at just how well Jake loves you and how he’s never shy to make it known. 
But mostly, you just feel the white-hot pooling of arousal growing in your belly, your eyes glazing over with a look of both love and lust as you gaze back at him.
“Yeah?” You nod up at him in a daze, biting back a grin as you take in the hunger in those pretty green eyes. 
“Yeah.” He places a feather-light kiss to the corner of your mouth that makes you whimper and you can feel his smile against your skin. “Let me show you.” 
You nod your head again, mind in a haze of want at the feel of his warm breath on your skin, your hands squeezing at Jake’s broad shoulders. 
Feeling the velvety-soft fabric of his black suit jacket beneath your fingers, it’s only then that you’re shaken out of your stupor and you remember where you are – what today is.  
“Wait-wait, Jake, we can’t!” Your fingers continue to absentmindedly play with the fabric covering his shoulder. We’re supposed to be getting married like… now.” 
You can’t help but giggle at the predicament you’ve found yourselves in, though it’s very unsurprising for you and Jake. 
Jake’s laugh mingles with your own as you begin to lightly shake your head, and you feel his strong shoulders shrug beneath your grasp as you watch his lips quirk up into a mischievous grin. 
“All our guests–” Jake interrupts your words with another quick peck on your lips, laughing at your stunned expression. 
“The guests…can wait.” He states matter-of-factly. “Can’t exactly have a wedding without the bride and groom, now can they, Sweets?” 
Jake’s smile is smug and you can’t fight the one materializing on your own lips as you continue to shake your head. 
“Besides, would we really be us if we didn’t sneak off to have sex at a wedding?” He finishes off the question with a kiss to your jaw before trailing his lips down the column of your throat, lightly nipping at the skin of your neck – careful not to leave a mark – before soothing it with his tongue.
Jake was right. It had happened the night you first met at Bradley and Natasha’s wedding, and had become a tradition of sorts for the two of you at every wedding you’d been to in the three years since – and there have been quite a few.
You can feel your resolve quickly beginning to crumble as Jake presses his hips more firmly against yours, his hard length pressing up against where you need him most, the friction not nearly enough through all the layers of fancy clothing. You’re already soaking through your panties for him and you know you’re a goner.
You drop your head onto Jake’s shoulder with a sigh, before looking back up at him through your lashes. 
“Fine, but we have to be quick.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you give in, but with the most stern tone you can muster and it only makes Jake laugh. 
“Ain’t nothing slow about me, sweetheart.” You can’t stop the snort that escapes you, or the playful roll of your eyes at his words, leaning up to kiss that stupid grin off of Jake’s face. 
“Please, just– just shut up and fuck me already, Seresin.” you manage to get out through your giggles.
“With pleasure.” Jake’s lips claim yours in a hungry kiss and you feel one of his big hands venture underneath the skirt of your dress, traveling up your thigh and past the frilly fabric of your white garter in search of your core.
When his fingers brush against the damp lace of your panties, you choke out a gasp against his lips and Jake pulls back to take in your expression — your brows furrowed in pleasure and eyes heavily hooded with need. His kiss-swollen lips lift up into a smug smirk as he feels how wet you are for him. 
Jake’s deft fingers press more firmly against that wet spot, rubbing along your seam through the damp fabric. You can’t hold back your whine, already writhing against him as his thumb finds your clit, expertly circling it through the lace. 
“So wet and I’ve barely even touched you.” He breathes out a laugh and there’s a hint of smugness to his words — because of course there, it’s Jake — but you can also hear the awe present in his voice, see it in his emerald gaze that burns into you lovingly and it makes heat creep up your cheeks.
His hand dips beneath the waistband of your panties and you and Jake groan in unison as his fingers make a few quick circles around your wet, swollen clit. 
Your head falls back against the wall behind you and Jake takes the opportunity to kiss at your neck again as his hand dips down further to collect more of your wetness. 
“Already all ready for me, Sweets?” Jake’s words are whispered next to your ear as his fingers graze your entrance, your hips bucking toward them of their own volition.
“For you, ahh–” Your words are cut off by a shaky moan as Jake slides two long fingers inside of you, up to the knuckle in one swift motion. Your breath hitches and you’re practically melting against him, your voice already sounding wrecked as you whimper for him, “Always.”
Jake groans at how easily your slick walls envelop his fingers, gushing with new arousal as he fucks them in and out of your tight hole to get you ready for his cock -– not that you really need much prep with the way you’re already soaking his hand.  
“Such a good girl for me.”
Your walls clench tight around his digits, from both the praise and the way he curls them inside of you, that coil in your belly quickly winding up. 
“Fuck- Jake!” He can hear the desperation in your plea of his name, can feel it in the way your hips chase his fingers each time he pulls them almost all the way out. You’re already feeling so close, but you’re needy for more. Need to be full of him. 
Your perfectly manicured nails dig into Jake’s bicep, the heel of your foot pressing into his backside in an attempt to pull him closer as you gaze up at him through your lashes. “Please, baby– need you.”
“I got you, honey.” 
Your chin falls against your chest and you cry out as Jake scissors his fingers inside of you a few more times before they retreat completely, leaving you clenching around nothing and keening at the sudden feeling of emptiness.
The hand that was in your panties begins to trail slowly back down your thigh, and though you can’t see it through all the fabric of your skirt, you can feel the trail of slick it leaves along your skin in its wake. 
As Jake clutches your thigh in his firm grasp to hold you more securely against the wall, his other hand moves to the tent in his tight trousers where his throbbing length has been neglected.
How he’s able to hold you up with one arm while the other hand unfastens his dress pants is beyond you, but it’s moments like this that you’re grateful to have a big, strong naval aviator for a husband-to-be. 
Jake pushes his suit pants and underwear down just far enough to finally release his cock and you can’t help but moan at the sight of it. Long and looking almost painfully hard, the tip red and angry and weeping with precum. 
Jake lets out a groan as he wraps a fist around his length, relishing in the friction as his hand moves along the shaft and works to spread the pearls of his arousal from his tip down to the base. 
His hand then leaves his cock to push up the skirt of your dress as far as it can go. 
Deft fingers pry the seat of your panties from where they stick to your slick-soaked core, and gingerly move the fabric to the side so he can access your dripping cunt before he grabs ahold of himself again.
Jake lines his tip up to your entrance and pushes in slowly, his lips claiming yours in a kiss that pushes the air out of your lungs, stealing your breath and leaving you dizzy with it as his tongue tangles with yours. 
Your hands glide up the soft, expensive fabric on Jake’s arms, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as you gasp and writhe against him. Relishing in the feeling of him all over you. 
His lips covering your own, short breaths mixing with yours as you both pant and moan into the frantic kiss. His strong body, solid as the wall behind you as his front presses taut against you to hold you up, his long cock pushing deep inside of you with every single thrust and leaving you feeling so unbelievably full of him.
Jake pulls back from the kiss and looks down to where the two of you are connected. His length glistening with your arousal as it moves in and out of your tight walls, your beautiful, intricate wedding gown all bunched around your hips as he fucks you, and he can’t help the chuckle that escapes him when he thinks about how crazy this is.
“Wha-what’s so funny?” You ask breathlessly through kiss-swollen lips, your eyes that had previously been shut tight in bliss now opening to search out his green ones. 
“Just— this,” Jake’s gaze lifts to meet your eye as he continues to laugh, unsure if his brain is going fuzzy with pleasure, or if that’s just the intoxication of being with you. 
“My beautiful, perfect bride,” his hips slow just a touch, pressing forward in a particularly hard thrust that has you gasping and clutching onto his shoulders tighter, you and Jake moaning in unison before he continues, panting through his words.
“All a mess for me — fuck– right before we’re supposed to say ‘I do’ in front of all our family and friends– and pretty much everyone we know.”
Your eyes widen, lips tugging up into a bashful smile and you can’t help but giggle along with him, burying your head in his shoulder and speaking into the soft fabric of his jacket as he continues to fuck you.
“Oh god… well, I’m sure there’ll be some time to steam the dress again before I have to walk down the aisle.” 
You can feel Jake’s laughter reverberate against your cheek just before he cups your chin, lifting your face back up to be level with his and beaming at you with that megawatt smile. “There's my wife!” 
You’re both still grinning when he pulls you in for another kiss. Teeth gnashing against one another’s, mingled laughter and moans coming out in breathy puffs against each other’s lips as his cock works inside of you, his hips still moving against yours at an even pace.
“This is crazy.” You can barely get the words out, still giggling between messy kisses. 
“Yeah,” Jake punctuates with another press of his lips on yours, teeth nipping at your bottom lip and drawing out a quiet whimper as he pulls it back towards him and releases it before continuing. 
“It is crazy,” – Another kiss – “You make crazy, Sweets.”
With one more firm peck to your lips, you feel both of Jake’s hands wrap tighter under your thighs, rough fingers squeezing your ass as he hikes you up a bit higher against the wall, pressing impossibly closer to keep you firmly in place. 
The change of the angle combined with his thrusts accelerating in speed has you crying out loud as he ruts up into you, Jake’s lips moving to cover yours once again and muffle the sounds of your moans. 
You shudder against him as his tip prods against that spongy spot inside you that makes stars appear behind your closed lids with each and every thrust, and you feel that coil beginning to tighten again, the familiar heat rapidly licking at the base of your spine.
Jake knows you’re close when your nails begin to dig into his shoulders through the jacket of his tux as you gasp for air, your lips parting from his with a string of saliva still connecting them for a moment that makes him growl as your head lulls back to lean against the wall. Eyes squeezed shut in pleasure as you quietly, breathlessly, cry out his name like a mantra.
Your body is sandwiched tightly between Jake’s and the wall as his length fills you, hips pinned to yours and barely able to pull out on each thrust for how tightly your walls are clamping around him, the coarse but neatly trimmed hairs at the base of his cock deliciously grazing your clit and setting your whole body alight.
He's the only thing keeping you upright when your orgasm hits you. His mouth swallows your cries as your whole body goes taut, holding Jake in a vice grip as you fall apart on his cock. 
Jake can feel it as all of the tension leaves your body. He continues in slow, shallow thrusts, the quiet of the room only accentuating the salacious sounds of your release flooding around him as he works you through your high. 
He pulls back from the kiss as your moans begin to subside to get a look at your fucked out, blissful expression. 
Your eyes are still closed, lips parted and now devoid of any of the nude-pink lipstick shade you’d been wearing before, and your skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat. 
Your chest rapidly rises and falls beneath the fitted white bodice of your wedding gown, accentuating your cleavage with each little pant as you try to catch your breath.
“So fucking pretty, honey,” Jake begins a light trail of kisses from the corner of your mouth to your warm cheek, and up to your hairline where he whispers against the slightly damp skin. “My beautiful bride.”
Your hands scramble for purchase on his back, whimpering as you attempt to pull him in closer. 
“Jake- '' Your legs tighten around his hips, heels pressing against his backside where they’re crossed at the ankles, your desperate mewl mixing with Jake’s deeper grunt as the movement pushes him even deeper inside of you.  
“‘M so lucky to- to get to call you my husband,” Jake swears that his cocks swells just that little bit more at your loving words. “Cum for me. Wanna feel you.”
“Fuck.” The sweet praise whispered from your pretty lips sends him into a tailspin. 
You’ve barely come down from your high when Jake’s hips quicken their pace as he begins to chase his own release, the beginnings of overstimulation making you cry out a string of broken moans, incoherent whimpers of curses and his name. 
The fullness and the delightful drag of his cock through your tight walls making you clench around him harder, and the assault of his tip against your g-spot leaving you feeling boneless, your grip on his shoulders tightens like you’ll float away at any moment.
The way your velvety walls are squeezing him, your release soaking his length and the obscene sound it creates as he continues to fuck into you, have Jake right on the edge of his own high. 
His head falls to your shoulder where he grunts deeply into the crook of your neck. 
“So good, baby. So good for me.” He praises, peppering sweet kisses to your hot skin, a stark contrast to the harsh force of his hips pounding against yours as they begin to lose their rhythm. 
After a few more sloppy thrusts, Jake finishes inside you with a strangled groan. The familiar sensation of his cum filling your still-spasming walls pulls a contented sigh from your lips. 
Jake’s lips dot a trail of soft kisses along the heated skin of your shoulder and neck, then under your jaw before he lifts his face to be level with yours. Pressing his forehead against your own, the two of you stay there just breathing each other in as you catch your breath.
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When the groomsmen realize just how much time has passed with still no sign of Jake, and with only minutes until the supposed start of the ceremony, Bradley is seeing red. 
For a moment, jumping to the worst conclusion — that Jake may be standing his little sister up on her wedding day — and he’s just about ready to murder the groom.
It’s only when Natasha knocks on the door to the groomsmens’ suite, looking frazzled as she asks him and the other Daggers if any of them have seen the bride, letting them know that you’ve gone missing as well, that Bradley and his wife both quickly come to the realization that the two of you must be together. 
So, Natasha and Bradley begin the hunt to find the soon-to-be newlyweds, the latter rolling his eyes before grumbling, “They’d better not be off somewhere fucking.”
Natasha only responds with a snicker because she knows that’s probably exactly what the two of you were doing. She offers her grumpy husband a sympathetic look and gives his shoulder a comforting squeeze before they split up to search through the maze that is the halls of your wedding venue. 
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In no rush to move just yet, you and Jake just rest for a moment, foreheads pressed together, your body still sandwiched between his broad frame and the wall. His softening cock still inside of you, puffs of air warming each other’s lips as shallow pants become more steady breaths.
You know that you and Jake’s little er —detour— has almost definitely put things behind schedule for your big day, but in this moment you honestly couldn’t care less. 
When it’s just you and the love of your life, bodies intertwined and relishing in each other’s warmth, shared breaths becoming one, you can’t help but think that this day already couldn’t be more perfect.
You feel a flurry of excitement, your heart bursting at the thought that it’s always going to be like this. Solace in the fact that you’re Jake’s and he’s yours, that this is only the beginning of the rest of your lives together. 
He seems to share in the sentiment, pulling back to admire you for a moment before you feel his smile against your skin when he lightly presses his lips to your forehead. 
One of his hands reaches up to cradle your cheek, those green eyes are boring down into your own with that look of pure adoration once again as Jake moves to speak.
“God, I can’t wait to marry you,” His voice is breathy and full of awe–almost a laugh, eyes crinkling up at the corners in that way that you love as his smile begins to take up more of his face. “I’m so happy that you’re gonna be my wife.”
“Jake…” If you thought your heart was bursting before, you think it’s about ready to break free from your chest now, your eyes glistening with emotion as you lovingly look up at him through your lashes.
“You’re gonna make me cry and I don’t want to mess up my makeup any more than I probably already have,”
The two of you share a quiet laugh, smitten as ever as your hand makes its way up to cover his where it still rests on the side of your face. “But, to have you as my husband… I couldn’t be happier.”
Jake leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips before whispering against them. “Love you, Sweets.”
It’s only after you return his kiss and those three little words that have become as easy to you as breathing, that Jake finally pulls out of you and the two of you let out a simultaneous sigh. 
He reaches down to where the mix of his and your release begins to dribble out of your spent hole, a shattered moan falling from your parted lips as your head lulls back against the wall once more. 
Your legs begin to shake from the overstimulation as two of Jake’s long fingers push his cum back into you, expertly thrusting them in and out a few times before pulling them out again, and you find yourself grateful for the sturdy wall behind you when he purposefully brushes them against your oversensitive clit, leaving you breathless as he shifts your panties back into place to keep his cum inside. 
Your mind is cloudy of all things but Jake — his scent and his warmth and the feeling of his hands all over your skin, his pretty green eyes and his voice and his gorgeously cocky smirk — each one of your senses being invaded by him and you couldn’t be more content. 
And, you love knowing that underneath all the layers of fancy lace and tulle, right before the biggest moments of your lives, that you have his cum inside you.
Just as you part from one another, a knock on the door causes you to jump. 
You can hear Natasha out in the hall calling out your names and you and Jake share a look, wearing matching guilty smiles. 
However, it’s not long before his smile shifts into a more of a smirk, and you have to bite back a giggle as he rolls his green eyes playfully before leaning in to peck your cheek, pulling back to mouth the words ‘you good?’. 
With your grin and nod of confirmation, Jake leaves you with one more kiss, fastening the button on his pants and straightening out his dress shirt as he makes his way over to the door.
He pulls it open, still wearing that signature smirk on his face and Natasha glances up at him before she cautiously peeks her head in to see you too, hair smoothed out as much as you could manage on such short notice, the skirt of your wedding dress now back in place and hiding the fact that Jake’s cum is soaking through your underwear and beginning to drip down your thighs. 
“Thank god you’re clothed. I wasn’t looking to get scarred for life today.” Natasha breathes a sigh of relief and steps fully into the room. 
“You’re lucky you didn’t find us five minutes earlier.” Jake chuckles as you lightly smack his chest, that ever-cocky smile on his handsome face that you’ve come to love so very much over these last three years. 
You can’t help but snicker along with him when you catch sight of Natasha’s nose wrinkling in disgust. 
“Ok, ew… And you’re lucky I found you and not Bradley.” Natasha gives Jake a glare before clapping her hands in front of both of your faces. “Now come on, hurry the fuck up. The ceremony — your wedding ceremony — is about to start soon.”
You nod your head frantically, as if only just remembering where, and when, you are.
“Right, yeah! I just gotta go… clean up a bit.” you squeak out to your sister-in-law with a bashful grin before scurrying off the bathroom of the suite you’d snuck into. 
Natasha just gives Jake a deadpan look that conveys her slight disgust before leaving the room, making her way out into the hall to call Bradley and let the him know that she’s located the happy couple. 
After taking care of the mess between your legs and wiping off the smudged remnants of your lipstick in the bathroom mirror, you return to find Jake, who’s leaning up against the wall opposite the door, looking cool and calm and handsome as ever in his tux. 
Making your way over to him, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, letting out a little snort as your hands reach up to delicately fix his hair where it sticks out in a few places—no doubt from your tugging on it during your recent activities. 
Once Jake’s golden locks are back in a more presentable state, you smooth a hand down the nape of his neck, leaning up to attach your lips firmly to his. 
Jake groans into it as his mouth moves against yours with just as much fervor, his hands reaching blindly for your waist to pull you in closer, and the two of you share one last passionate kiss that you hope conveys both your love for him and your excitement to be marrying him — though Jake already knows. 
“Alright, Natasha’s going to kill me if I don’t get back in the next two minutes.” You pull away from his lush lips, reluctantly and breathlessly, wanting to live in this moment with him forever. 
Your arms unwrap themselves from behind Jake’s neck, but you don’t get very far when he reaches out to take one of your hands in his own, and you can tell he’s just as reluctant to end the moment too when he brings it up to his lips to kiss a trail from your knuckles to the tips of your fingers.
“Yeah, I’m not really looking forward to dealing with your brother either.” 
His words make you laugh in that sweet, boisterous way that he’s so ready to hear for the rest of his life and with that, Jake chuckles and lets you go, his hand still holding onto yours until you’re too far out of reach. 
Jake calls out your name just as you reach the door and you stop short, turning around to face him just as you pull it open. You stand in the threshold, brows raised, and look at him expectantly. 
“See ya out there, my beautiful bride.”
You’re surprised your cheeks don’t perpetually hurt from how much this man makes you smile.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, my dashing groom.” You leave him with a playful wink and that intoxicating smile, in a flash of flowing white fabric as you quickly retreat into the hallway. 
Jake chuckles to himself, moving over to the mirror to make sure he looks presentable, smoothing a hand over his hair and giving himself one last once-over before he makes his way back to his groomsmen. 
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Trailing behind Natasha, you quickly make your way through the halls back to the bridal suite, giving her your most innocent smile when she peers back at you over her shoulder with a pointed look.
Your sister-in-law sends you a half-hearted scoff and a playful roll of her brown eyes, but you can see the smirk just beginning to grow at the corner of her lips before she turns and reaches out to open the door. 
“Come on.” Natasha half laughs, half groans, ushering you into the room.
Before you know it, you’ve got a plethora of people surrounding you once again — one giving your dress a very last minute steam to get rid of any wrinkles your activities with Jake a few minutes earlier had caused, others rushing around to touch up your hair and makeup and to finally pin up your veil. Although, this time around, you find that you’re unbothered. Feeling a lot more at ease, and you’re back in tip-top shape in record time. 
You’re practically vibrating in excitement and anticipation as Natasha and the rest of your bridal party shower you with hugs and their own squeals of excitement and encouragement before they make their way outside to the beautifully set up venue to get into their places for the ceremony. 
You give yourself one final once-over in the mirror, unable to curb the smile that grows at how beautiful you feel. 
It's only a few moments later when Bradley pokes his head in the door once more to ask if you’re ready. He takes in the giddy — and much more self-assured than earlier  —  smile on your face when you turn to him and nod your head excitedly. 
“Ya know, you can still back out of this if you wanted.” Your brother jokes, his tone teasing as his mustached lips form into a sly grin.
With a punch to your older brother’s shoulder, you pin Bradley with a pointed look and a sarcastic ‘ha ha’.
“Come on, I’m sure the Bronco would make a great getaway car!” He chuckles as your eyes widen in surprise.
“Bradley!” You move to punch his arm again, but he quickly ducks out of the way this time, and though your eyes are now narrowed at him in a feigned scowl, Bradley can tell that you’re not really angry with him by the way your lips are fighting back pulling up into a smile. 
“Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to hold my peace when that part comes up.” He raises his hands up in surrender and you can’t help but laugh along with Bradley’s joke, though not without a playful shake of your head and roll of your eyes. 
“You better!” Your big brother flinches as you lurch at him again, but this time, instead of hitting him, your fingers reach up to pinch his ear and it’s like the two of you are kids again; you giggling maniacally while Bradley — now a big, tough 6’1 fighter pilot — yelps in pain, arms flailing as he tries to get out of your grip.
He’d probably pull your hair like he did when you were kids too, if it wasn’t all styled to perfection with your beautiful sheer veil pinned to the crown of it, all ready for your big day. 
“I will, I will!” Bradley hisses through his teeth, chuckling as you release your hold on him to grab your bouquet that’s a beautiful mix of both yours and Jake’s favorite flowers, and then move to link your arm with his to begin the path down the hall. The path to the rest of your life and you couldn’t be more excited. 
As your brother guides you through the venue’s winding halls towards the doors to where the outdoor ceremony is being held, a gentle grin befalls your lips as you think about how you got here — and your big brother’s part in all of it. 
“You know… I know you told all the guys at your wedding to steer clear of me.” 
Bradley stops in his tracks at your divulgence, pulling you to a quick stop as well and nearly tripping you over your heels and the fabric of your long wedding gown.
“You wha- huh? You know?!” 
Admittedly, Bradley thought he was taking that secret to his grave.
“Yeah, I know.” You can’t help but giggle at your brother’s flustered expression. “Jake told me, a few months after we started dating.”
You’ve known for almost three years and you never said anything. Huh. 
Bradley stands there with his lips parted, but no words are coming out. He’s still in shock at the fact that you’re laughing about this. 
“So… you’re not mad?” He asks the question apprehensively, a grimace on his face as he awaits your answer. 
“No, I’m not mad.” You shake your head, still smiling as an airy laugh escapes you. 
“Well, maybe I was for like a second back then. But, I appreciate how much you want to protect me, Bradley. Even if it does make you an idiot sometimes.” 
You playfully roll your eyes and Bradley finally relaxes, shoulders dropping as he laughs along with you. 
“For what it’s worth, you and Jake actually aren’t a half-bad couple.” You playfully smack his chest in response to the — albeit sweet — jest. 
“Thank you.” You beam up at your brother, content knowing that that’s his way of letting you know he truly is happy for you and Jake. 
Bradley links his arm with yours again and continues leading you towards the doors. “I wish Mom and Dad could see how beautiful you look today. They’d be so proud.” 
“Oh, come on, Bradley! You’re gonna make me cry off my makeup!” You whisper-yell at him half jokingly as you finally reach the doors that will lead you out to the ceremony — to where you’ll very soon be married to the love of your life. 
“Me too.” Giving Bradley’s arm a gentle squeeze, the two of you share a smile, knowing that your parents will be there in spirit. And grateful for the fact that your uncle Mav who’s always been like a third parent to you will be there too. “Now, come on. Let’s go get me married!”
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The wedding ceremony goes off without a hitch — albeit a little bit later than planned. 
When the music starts and Bradley walks you down the aisle, you’re surrounded by the smiling faces of friends and family. 
Although, your eyes are only on Jake — looking so unbelievably handsome in his tux and his wide smile and you can’t believe just how lucky you got — and his mossy green eyes are focused on only you. 
Both of your eyes shine with tears and it’s as if only the two of you exist in that moment when you meet him at the altar, the two of you happily joining hands with matching lovesick grins adorning your faces.
Though he’ll never admit it — and Natasha will never let him live it down — Bradley definitely shed a few tears himself as he listened to you and Jake exchange your vows. 
It’s been a long day of running around getting ready for the ceremony — and sneaking off for a quickie, of course — before marrying your soulmate in front of practically everyone you know, then taking countless family photos and enjoying a cocktail hour with your friends and family showering you and Jake in congratulations and well wishes. 
But, it’s all worth it because you’re finally able to call Jake your husband and you couldn’t be happier.
You’re both more than ready for the reception, ready to let loose and enjoy your time together as a newlyweded couple. 
After a nice dinner comes the best man and maid of honor speeches from Javy and Natasha, and a speech from Uncle Mav that includes a few embarrassing anecdotes about your childhood that have you giggling as you hide your face in Jake’s shoulder. 
Then it’s time for the newlyweds to make a toast before sharing your first dance to Fleetwood Mac’s Everywhere, the first song you and Jake danced to on the night when you met three years ago at your brother’s wedding. 
The two of you hold each other close and sway along to the music without a care in the world, Jake dipping you towards the end of the song and claiming your lips in a long kiss that has the entire room cheering — although again, it’s as if you and Jake are the only two who exist in that moment.
When Jake pulls back from the kiss, one of his large palms is still cupping your cheek, fingers gently grazing your skin as his green eyes gaze down at you in adoration. 
“I can’t believe you’re my wife.” He lightly shakes his head in disbelief. “I’m never gonna stop saying that — my wife.”
You’re smiling against one another’s lips as you pull Jake down for another kiss, giggling when you mouth parts from his. 
“I love you so much, my husband.”
You can see that familiar look of both adoration and hunger beginning to overtake Jake’s features in response to your words as your first dance comes to an end.
After sharing what would traditionally be a father-daughter dance with Mav, he returns you into your husband’s loving arms as others begin to join in on the fun, the dance floor now filling up with your guests. 
Jake sees his opportunity to whisk you away from the dancefloor, using the commotion to make a sneaky getaway — again. 
You should be used to it by now — his large hand warmly encompassing yours and pulling you along with him — but you still can’t help the giggles that break free as you quicken your pace to match his as best as you can in your heels, sprinting until the two of you have disappeared from dancefloor, and soon from your wedding reception entirely.   
Out of the ballroom doors and into the empty hallway, the loud music and sounds of your guests having fun now a muffled to barely-there background noise, you find yourself alone with Jake. Your husband.
You pull on Jake’s hand to bring him to a stop in front of you, turning him around and pulling him in closer to you as you lean your back against the closed door, gazing up at him with a lip-bitten smile. 
“What are we doing?” You question through a breathless laugh, although you’re pretty sure you already know the answer. 
Jake’s broad frame crowds you in closer to the door and you find your breaths coming in quicker as he presses the front of his body up against yours.
Your eyes flutter shut as he leans down even closer, his nose gently brushing yours, lips just shy of touching your own. His breath fans against them and it sends a shiver down your spine, a jolt going straight to your core when he speaks.
“Well, we’ve gotta consummate our marriage, Sweets.” Jake whispers against you, his mouth just barely grazing your own. “And I’d like to consummate it as soon as possible.”
The evident hunger in his voice has you frantically nodding against him, eyes still squeezed shut when you feel his front press impossibly closer to you — and the growing bulge there. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, honey. Gonna consummate the shit out of you.” 
Jake’s whispered words, and their mirthy tone, have you bursting into a fit of giggles, your head falling back against the door behind you. His own laugh joins in with yours as you shake your head at his silliness. You love this man so much.
Your hands reach up to the sides of his neck to pull your husband down for a kiss, lips and teeth clashing as neither of you can break the smiles from your faces. 
“You’re such a dork, Seresin.” You whisper sweetly against Jake’s lips.
“Yeah, but you love it… Mrs. Seresin.” His large hands squeeze your hips, both the heat you feel on your skin through the lacy fabric of your dress and the name making you giddy.
“Well… lead the way, Mr. Seresin!” 
You’re unable to contain the massive smile that breaks out on your face as Jake presses one last kiss to your lips, before grabbing your hand and beginning to pull you along with him once more, and you don’t care where takes you as long as your hand gets to be intertwined with his for the rest of your lives. 
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Hi! If you’re still doing the little blurbs, can I request 🗣 and 💕 with Tommy Shelby?🤍
Thanks for sending this in Reb! I’m sorry it took so long. I’m struggling with writing at the moment but I really wanted to write, so I figured I’d try my hand at this. ☺️
🗣 having an argument
💕 moment of jealousy
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Clearer Intentions
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Warnings: language, smoking, mentions of death of a horse (happened in canon), mentions of past cheating
Tommy and (Y/N) are sitting in the living area of the house on Watery Lane. Neither has spoken, but the air around them is tense.
“Can’t you just say something already, Tommy?” (Y/N) asks, exasperation laced into her words. They’d been sitting in silence for some time now and it was really starting to get to her.
“What’ve I to say? You’re the one who brought this up,” Tommy responds, barely glancing in her direction as he continues to smoke his cigarette.
“What’re you to say? Are you serious?” her eyes widen as they snap over to his relaxed figure. She wonders how he could be sitting so contently now.
“You’re gonna have to help me out here, love,” he sighs before continuing, “because I don’t even know what I’ve done wrong.”
(Y/N) scoffs at the second part of his statement, “of course you don’t know what you’ve done wrong. That’s probably because she’s got it ingrained into you that what you’re doing is ok.”
“She?” Tommy questions with furrowed brows.
“Don’t play stupid,” (Y/N) huffs, her eyes trained on him. When his confused expression doesn’t lift, she tips her head back with a groan. “I have to spell it out for you,” she mumbles under her breath before continuing, “Grace, Tommy,” she says in the most blatant tone.
“And what the fuck has she done that’s bothered you?” Tommy’s still confused by the problem at hand.
“You went to see her at the Garrison late the other night. I heard someone say that you left with her,” she tells him about what’s been on her mind since it’d happened.
He stares at her for a second, unsure of how to take her statement. After a few moments, he lets out a long sigh. “I went there after going to Charlie’s yard. The horse was bad; I had to put it down and I needed a drink to clear me head,” he explains to her what he’d really done that night.
“But you were there with her,” (Y/N) says, refusing to let that part go.
“What does it matter? She’s a fuckin’ barmaid, (Y/N).”
“She’s pretty, Tommy,” (Y/N) responds, her voice coming out in a whisper; like a child that was admitting a fear that they had.
It was in that moment that Tommy realized what this was about. “Do you think that I’ve got something going on with her because she’s pretty?”
“Don’t go putting words into my mouth,” (Y/N) states, a glare on her face.
“It’s what you’ve said though,” Tommy doubles down on his position, “you’ve alluded to it with your previous statement.”
(Y/N) holds her stare on him for a few moments before she lets out a frustrated huff. “Ok, maybe I am thinking that, but you can’t blame me, can you?” she asks, a bit of incredulousness in her voice.
“I thought that I had clearer intentions than that,” he says in response to her statement, making (Y/N)‘s eyebrows furrow.
“What do you mean?” she can’t help but ask.
“I mean that I love you…that I can’t imagine myself being with anyone else other than you,” he starts, his words sounding dire and his eyes lock onto hers, “that I’m going to marry you one day; after we’ve got ourselves situated and our money figured out.”
“Tommy…” (Y/N) trails off, unsure of what to say in response to his out of the blue declaration.
“No woman will ever compare to you, (Y/N), and I mean that, so don’t go worryin’ about things you have no need to worry about.”
She wants to believe him, wants to agree that he has clear intentions, but she’d been in messy relationships before, where the man would assure her that he’s faithful and then he’d be found cheating on her. That’s where her jealousy stemmed from.
So all she sends in response to his statements is a smile. Only time would tell in this case.
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