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astrologylunadream · 5 months

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Someone Wants To Comfort You Right Now📱🌪🖤 (Pick a card/Tarot reading)

Hello, this is Lunadream✨ This reading is meant to turn your sadness⛈ into sunshine🌤! Hopefully it works, we will find who is reaching out to comfort you and why~♡ hope you find your message📬🖤

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think deeply how you feel right now, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~✨

Pile 1🧤

Pile 2🦋

Pile 3☯

Pile 4💀

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> ☆✨🖤

Pile 1🧤

Sign energy: Indecision, Violence, Impact, Chemistry, South node, Virgo, Pisces, Jupiter, 8th house, Vertex, 🔪🩱🗞🤒

🌧Your energy: Aww you guys I just want to give this pile a big hug🖤 You have been through a LOT in the past, and now you don't even know what to think of it. Some of you are Virgo, Pisces, Sagittarius and Scorpio. You have been hurt by others before, I am specifically called to say Virgo. Now this could be 6th house placements as well but you have been in some painful situations in the past, I'm so sorry but if you have been subjected to violence this is definitely your pile. You may have had huge intense feelings for those who only made you suffer, and used you for their own benefits. You could have been involved in a news article or have been associated with someone who made an impact on the news (I feel called to say someone being arrested, or violating the law). You may have a comfort stuffed animal, or have a comfort playlist. You have been hurt from close connections and experiences with intimacy. You may fear fate and feel like you are destined to be hurt (that is NOT true😰), I feel like this pile tends to tolerate a lot even if they shouldn't, you say you're fine when you are not fine😭 My pile 1's need to heal and be happy because you have dealt with sucking it up for too long.

🖤Who wants to comfort you: Vent, Event, Book, Seen, Eyebrows, 6th house, Pisces, Aries, Water, 12th house, 🤚🩹💙👸 Omg this may be someone who sees you often or at a regular spot, you may be unaware of them or not know much about them. Virgo, Pisces and Aries energy is coming through. This is a very mysterious person, they really want to hear you vent and let it all out. This could be your therapist, someone you have booked a session with or a scheduled a venting event (a vent event lmao what am I saying) this is someone who may have raised an eyebrow about your situation, they could be very nosy about your current state but only because they are worried about you. This is a spiritual and devine encounter for them to reach out to you, they want to send you love and healing.💌 I am called to say they wanna tell you "you are a queen, keep going and don't let anyone stop you from healing"👑 lmao, well they are right. This is a very spiritual individual, I'm getting that they read books a lot. They wish you would tell someone trustworthy how you are feeling, and what you have been through. This person wishes they could bandage your emotional wounds and help you up onto a pedestal of protection and strength. My god this is a really sweet person.🥺🖤

📬Messages from them: You and them, I wish you felt the same, I want to take your pain away, Ugh, I want to make you happy, I've seen other people, You have this look in your eyes, I can't believe it (😢💙💙) Extra cards: Previous, Finger, Order, Angel, Sweet, Neptune, Taurus, 9th house, 10th house, Scorpio (This could be a guardian angel for some of you♡⭐)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!✨

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the gloves emoji~🧤 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💙

Pile 2🦋

Sign energy: Father, Compulsive, Yellow, Fox, Passion, South node, Pluto, 5th house, 7th house, Air, 🕳🧠♑🔪

🌧Your energy: Alright my lovely pile 2's your situation is complex rn, I definitely see some you guys falling back into repeated cycles. Scorpio/Leo/Libra/Taurus placements, Pluto in the 5th house for some of you. Capricorn is coming out but I feeling a strong energy of hating Capricorn or those traits. If you like the color yellow this could be a confirmation💛 Some of you may have issues with authority or tend to rival those with power or control. Now this pile may have had a father (or more dominant parent) that you hate/don't get along with well. You have a mind of your own and you hate getting manipulated with it. You have experienced people in positions of power being very conniving and selfish, and you wish to have power over these people in order to protect yourself. My pile 2's have a very negative outlook on those that tell others what to do, but this is for a good reason. You don't want to support those who have power over you and others and especially choose to do bad things with it. In the past you may have felt very imbalanced or unfair, could be through your childhood. You often feel powerless or fall into the same connections and mind games, and omg you just wanna cut ties!!😫🔪✂️

🖤Who wants to comfort you: Position, Accident, Compliment, Far away, Late, South node, 9th house, Cancer, Juno, 5th house, ⛓🏝😔✔ Hmmm okay over all this is a very caring energy like you guys someone does really care for you rn💙 They may not be near you physically but they are comforting you the best they can. They want to protect and keep you safe especially from an emotional standpoint, this is a message for only some in this pile but I'm called to say that if you have been dating around or having casual meetings and not wanting to be in a committed romantic relationship, this person is telling you that you are at a point where you need to find a potential committed partner that will keep you safe because they are saying you may not find another chance.🥺♡ Now for some others in this pile this is someone you are refusing to commit to, and have been holding it off for a long time. A romantic connection is possible. You feel distant to this person whatever the case, as if you are on a deserted island far away. This person feels the need to find you my pile 2's, they also wish they could tell you how great you've done and how much you have learned.🤗 They hope you will be free from your mental chains and heal somewhere it is safe. This could be someone from college/university or an educator, they are very well cultured I'm hearing. Could have been an accidental meeting, this is someone from your past.

📬Messages from them: Have you heard of me? Imagine us together, Look at me, Your emotions are to intense, I knew you would feel this way, You might get hurt, You look to good to be sad, I feel so left out, (omg😭) Extra cards: Dating, Fit, Chains, Beauty & the beast, 12th house, Libra, Cancer, Neptune, 3rd house

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!✨

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the butterfly emoji~🦋 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💙

Pile 3☯

Sign energy: Frozen, Chiron, Gossip, Soul connection, Over, Jupiter, Saturn, Air, Juno, Mars, 🎀🔜♏🧱

🌧Your energy: My pile 3's are thinking of someone right now🙈💗 I'm seeing some very cold energy though, some of you may have ended a relationship recently!! Something that hurt you greatly and now you will be healing to the fullest😩💙 This was most likely a romantic connection, and now you are putting your walls up from any kind of power dynamics, gossip, and mistreatment. I'm getting that for some of my pile 3's this was a Scorpio partner you chose to shut out. You are still stuck on that connection though, and I'm hearing you can't get over them (especially if you guys were intimate). You may have had a soulmate connection with someone but you have blocked yourself from having those types of connections because you don't want to make the same mistakes.😥😢 Sagittarius, Pisces, Capricorn, Scorpio and air placements. You may be the type to be really into pink adorable aesthetics, or love dressing up cute as a way to cope. You have been through a lot of rumors, others talking about you especially behind your back. But omg my pile 3's you are going through a transformation soon!!🦋 You will finally set yourself apart from things that don't serve you, and you will be strict on who you let in your life. This could happen really soon watch out for jupiter transiting in your chart especially the 8th house!!

🖤Who wants to comfort you: November, Mad, Purple, Sleep, Release, Gemini, South node, Earth, 2nd house, Lilith, 💼☯🍬🧳 Ahhh my pile 3's this is someone from your past, they are reaching out you at this very moment!! OMG this could be the romantic connection you releasee and disassociated with🤯😱😱 I'm getting that this person feels you are "sleeping" on the relationship, and it is "driving them mad" wow. But they want to comfort you right now, they want you to rest, and leave all of the bad energy and negativity you have experienced, to take care of yourself💓 This is someone who is willing to pay for pile 3's sorrows, they would buy whatever they could to make you happy again..🥺😖💙 Gemini and Taurus energy. I feel like this person is very guilty about something, especially the past. The month november could be significant or that is when they are coming to you, perhaps this connection was separated during the month. Now this person does not want things to get worse for you, they really think about you often. I'm getting that they see you as their other half, their dark/light side. I think they know they messed things up, but they want to let go of the past and they want you to focus on self care and relaxing, ridding yourself from bad vibes.😊💤💙

📬Messages from them: In your imagination, I feel bad, Thank you for everything, Tell me why you're sad, I don't want to break your heart, Take your time, I want to learn more about you, Werewolf lovers even if it's subconscious (My pile 3's your person wants you to feel comforted rn🥺😭) Extra cards: Optimist, Amusement park, Safe, Treat, Difference, North node, Earth, 4th house, Aquarius, Capricorn

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!✨

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the yin & yang emoji~☯ Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💙

Pile 4💀

Sign energy: My love, January, Maze, Restriction, Style, 2nd house, South node, Cancer, 7th house, 3rd house, 🩲🦀🧜‍♀️🧍‍♀️

🌧Your energy: I'm getting such siren vibes from this pile, like so magnetic and attractive.🖤 Very hot vibe for this pile haha~ Taurus, Cancer, Libra, and Gemini Gemini placements such feminine energy for you guys <3 Love has been on your mind recently, but I think you have tried to push away relationships a little or not allow yourself to fall into emotions with romantic connections. You are a very stylish and unique, from the way you dress to the people you're around. You love shopping and buying clothes and accessories~ you may flaunt your outfits in selfies🛍🕶🖤 I feel you attract romantic attention effortlessly from your style and the way you express yourself.😍 You don't let yourself have intense feelings because in the past you would get lost in them easily. You enjoy talking about things you like, but you never say what's really bothering you deep down.⛈ Emotions are difficult for you, especially repressing them. No one really sees what goes on under your cool exterior, but you have a soft side to you.💕

🖤Who wants to comfort you: Age, 2nd house, Distance, Choice, Secret admirer, Juno, Venus, Jupiter, Libra, 10th house, 🤷‍♀️📱💚😓 Omg omg this is someone you are not romantically involved with but they have a thing for my pile 4's for real🤯🖤🖤🖤 Ahh they could be older than you by a few years, but they are not someone you are familiar with. You may not know this person at all but they are a potential life partner for you guys it's crazy but this is someone very secretly attracted to you guys, they may have seen you from social media or somewhere online.🥰 This person actually wants to step up and comfort you!! The type to take all your baggage and worries and sweep you off your feet, give you everything you need I mean spoil you...😍💸🛍 My pile 4's this person wants to comfort you now even if you don't know each other yet they wanna be there for you. I'm hearing they want you to distance yourself from social media or using your phone to much, they want you to take breaks and do other things you like. This person hopes to send you love in some way and comfort you, l mean they are so sweet even with the distance between you guys that like doesn't bother them because they just want you to feel better.💓 Definitely someone you will see as marriage material, this is someone with lots of money so they can buy you whatever you want🙈💸💸💸🖤

📬Messages from them: Now is not the time, You shouldn't keep things to yourself, We're too different, Tell me what's been bothering you, Have you heard of me? Tell me the truth, Give it to me, Don't tell anyone (Omg just themmm😍😫🖤) Extra cards: Below, Union, Perfect, Release, Peace, 11th house, 4th house, Air, 2nd house, North node (Omg they see a family🏠 and marriage💍 with you they want to comfort you the second you guys meet it's so romantic they just wanna take good care of you...😭😭💞🖤)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!✨

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the skull emoji~💀 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💙

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mina-saiyat · 9 months

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Twice Interactive Story Part 1206

I Can't Stop Me (Nayeon, Jihyo)

Sun shining on your face through the window, you slowly awaked by the warmness of the sun, the first thing you see is Jihyo, sitting just besides you, you did not expect she already comes that early, maybe it was because she is the only one that don’t have the job.

Jihyo is helping you adjust the bed, so you could sit up. ‘Feeling better today? I have cooked some congee for you, it can help you to recover faster.’ You know Jihyo has always learning cooking, sometimes with Mina before they doesn’t have the crush yet. Unlike Mina that wants to be a nice daughter in law so she can take care of the family, Jihyo cooks for health, she would gain fat easily by just eating some snacks, so she takes a lot of attention on the food she eat.

Seeing Jihyo wants to feed you, you stop her and take over the bowl. ‘Let me, let me try can I do it.’ You speak. Jihyo slightly pours her face, and give you the food.

‘It’s yummy as always, Jihyo. I love your cooking...’ You praise Jihyo’s cooking skill, but you are soon stopped by her, ‘What did you talked with her yesterday?’ Jihyo asks nervously, you are not sure why she would know you have a private talk with Nayeon.

"It was a continuation of our conversation from earlier." you say plainly. I change the subject quickly. "You have no idea how stressful the trip to Japan was, Jihyo. I'm glad to be back, but I'm sorry you have to see me like this. I wanted to surprise you at home."

‘You are giving me a big surprise, Y/N.’ Jihyo sighs, ‘I wanted to come yesterday, but Dahyun told me that you need some rest… You don’t know how worry I am.’ Jihyo caresses your chest.

‘I will never leave you, I promised, right?’ You put your hands over hers and look at her.

‘So, how does your Japan trip goes? Dahyun said you black out because you are too intense there… I guess Mina’s parents must be tougher than mine, haha.’ Jihyo strokes your hair, comforting you before letting you continue.

You lean up and kiss her cheek, "They made your dad look like an angel." You say with a laugh. You go on to explain the situation with Mina's family. You end the explanation by saying, "I'm still not convinced that they really wanted Mina to come back with me." You stare at Jihyo before kissing her cheek again. "I'm just glad it's over. Can you lay beside me? I want to hold you."

Jihyo smiles and gets on the bed, laying next to you, you hug her naturally. ‘I am so happy that I finally can back to you.’ You whisper.

‘I am happy too, everything gonna be alright. Even if Mina would not back, I am still here for you.’ She caresses your cheek lightly before kisses you.

After separating for a long time, Jihyo is being aggressive today, she slowly sitting on you, you are pushed back on the bed.

“I love you…’ Jihyo whispers at the break of the kiss. You two start exploring each other’s body, Jihyo’s hand slips in your clothes and keep going down; your hands moving from her shoulder to her tits that you always fancying.

‘Am I better than her? I remember all you think is my tits when you are fucking her at our first night…’ Jihyo rubbing your face with hers. The room suddenly become so hot to handle.

"I don't know, I guess I need to feel you again." You say as you squeeze her breasts. "No, but you're a great woman, Jihyo. I'm so lucky to have you." You softly kiss her neck. "I love you, Jihyo. I'm glad I can spend time with you like this."

Jihyo moan slightly as you kiss her neck. ‘You like spend time with me at the hospital huh?’ Jihyo teases you. ‘Do you think this bed is better than ours at home? It’s pretty soft tho.’ Jihyo’s hand until she reaches your bulge.

She can feel how hard you are, you can also feel how needy she is, her nipples are erected under your teasing, she breaths heavily from the kiss, the tits bouncing slightly in your arms, makes you marvel of her size again.

‘Should we continue? But I guess you would never say no, horny boy.’ Jihyo starts stroking you slowly despite you are still with your pants.

You groan slightly from the pleasure Jihyo brings, its different when she strokes you inside your underwear, the extra friction makes the sensation stronger. Sweat dripping from your forehead, you not sure can your body handle, but as she keeps stroking you and bends down to kiss you, you loss in her body.

Your self-control even go worser when you hear Jihyo’s tease, ‘What do you think our kids know it was in the hospital that he was created.’ Jihyo says and blows hot wind in your ear.

"Don't tease me so much, Jihyo, or I might really but a baby in you." You say teasingly as you move your hands down her body and press them against her ass. "You already know how much I want to put one in you. I don't think I can't stop myself if you keep going." You whisper into her ear.

‘Go on then, you know I want a baby… I want a baby with you. Didn’t you told me that we won’t need my mum’s condom?’ Jihyo whispers to you and start undressing you, you get up slightly so she can remove your clothes more easily. You hug her in your arms, kiss her neck gently and start unbuttoning her shirt.

You bury your head on her chest, and take a deep breath, feeling the scent from her tits. ‘Should I leave my bra here so you can think about me when I am not here?’ Jihyo uses her bra to cover your eye and pushes you back on the bed again.

You push it away and you see Jihyo is already kneeling in front of your bulge, her fingers are drawing circles near your nipple, the sensation from her nails make you shiver.

‘Dahyun told me that you like girls play with your nipples, seems it’s true.’ Jihyo gives you a smirk and start twisting your nipple, every time she moves, her tits are rubbing your cock, you can feel your pre cum is start leaking out, and drips on her bare chest.

"Did you lock the door?" You ask Jihyo. "I wouldn't want anyone to interrupt us." You lean forward, taking one of Jihyo's large mounds in your hand. You squeeze the soft flesh before using your fingers to find her nipple. You pinch it lightly, hearing Jihyo's soft moans turns you on more.

‘The nurse said she will only back at afternoon, no one will come in… Umm…’ Jihyo start to moan as you keep playing her nipples. You are still a little bit worry, but what Jihyo says next makes you insane. ‘Why are you still thinking about these? Take the time and we can have more rounds.’

‘I miss how it feels when you fill me, I love that warm feeling, can I have it now?’ Jihyo blows hot winds in your ear and bite you. ‘I can’t wait to be a mommy.’

You can’t take this anymore, you poke her panties and guide her to sit on you, you could feel how wet she is when her lips touch the head of your cock, the heat from her makes you wanna go all in directly, you push her shoulder and you directly enter her. Her walls clamp you tightly, making both of you release a moan.

‘Y/N, you are so big…’

‘Jihyo, why you are always so tight? Ah…’

You massage her ass, gently lifting her up before dropping her back down. You pick up the pace and you start thrusting in to Jihyo's tight cunt. "You want a baby? I'll give you one." You start slamming Jihyo down into my cock, feeling her walls split apart for you as you push deeper into her. You lean down to start sucking her tits. you can't help myself and bite them lightly, making Jihyo moan louder.

‘Ah! You want some milk, don’t you?” Jihyo holds your head and let you attach to her nipples, your bite brings her pleasure more than pain, you can feel her walls clamp harder every time you bite her. You bury your head in her tits , sweat start forming on your forehead as you feel choked in her large breasts, but you couldn’t resist the sensation from her tight clits, the heat and tight hole is something you have missed for too long. You thrust your waist harder, releasing your lust on her body.

Jihyo let go of your head right before you nearly exhausted, she plays with her tits and looking down at you. You two’s forehead touching each other, the proximity of you two makes you two can see your shadow in each other’s eye. You feel you wanna say something, but the pleasure of Jihyo riding on you occupy your mind, you hold her waist, forcing her to under your control.

You continue thrusting, feeling Jihyo's walls grow tighter around you, you wrap your arms around her. You give her a kiss full of love as you pull her into a hug. At the same time, both of you cum together and you fill her womb with your seed.

Both of your body jerk when you reach the orgasm, you can feel Jihyo’s wall milks you tightly, forcing you to shoot waves of cum in her, she keeps grinding on your lap despite you two are still kissing. She falls on you when she has ride through your orgasm, her hand massages your ball, still demanding your seed. You look at Jihyo who is laying on your chest, you can’t hide your smile. ‘I love you, Jihyo. What did I do so I can meet you?’

Jihyo who breaths heavily to recover herself, trying to feel your heartbeat as she put her head right on top of your heart, ‘Is it beating for me?’

You run your hands through Jihyo's hair. "It is, Jihyo. I love you." You lean up and kiss the top of her head. "I can still feel you milking me. You must really want a kid." You joke as you pat her head.

‘Of course, don’t you want a kid with me?’ Jihyo smiles as she hears your confession. ‘It’s fun if we can raise our kid together… and he may have more mothers and siblings…’ Jihyo stops a moment before she continues.

‘Jihyo, I…’ you try to comfort her but she stops you, ‘It’s ok… Lets not talk about it right now.’ Jihyo buries herself in your body again, and let you hug her. Your stiffened cock slowly slips out of her pussy.

You caress her back, feeling her warm in your arms, thinking what else you could say.

"When I get out of here...do you want to go on a date? We could go somewhere special. A place only for us." You say to Jihyo as you run your hand down her body. "It would be nice to spend a day with alone with you."

‘A date…’ Jihyo rubs your jaw with her head, ‘perhaps a ride to country side, I wanna try to drive your car… Having some fresh air at the country side, its good isn’t it?’

‘And we can try for a baby again at night…’ Jihyo whispers. Her seduction makes you swallow some saliva immediately, ‘you want a baby too, right? See how excited you are…’ Jihyo smirks after she saw your reaction. ‘But we will wait until you recover, ok?’ She kisses your forehead before lifting up her body. ‘Help me, would you?’ Jihyo hands you her bra, signaling you to help her dress up.

‘Is she coming later?’ Jihyo asks when you hand start squeezing her tits again.

"Who? Dahyun? I don't know, she hasn't said anything." You respond, momentarily forgetting about Nayeon. "I'd like Dahyun to visit. It's been a while since we've just been able to talk." You help put Jihyo bra on, giving her breasts one last squeeze. You kiss Jihyo's neck softly, "I do want a baby with you. I want to make you a mommy." You whisper to her.

‘You will be a good daddy, I know it.’ Jihyo relaxes herself in your arms, the exist of you make her calm. You two keep having some small talks before Jihyo decides to leave. Seeing Jihyo is leaving, you do want her to stay for a little longer, but you are also worrying that other girls may come, you pull her down again and give her a kiss.

‘See you tomorrow, I guess?’ you ask reluctantly. ‘I love the food you cook.’ You rub your head against hers, trying to act cute for a little bit.

‘I will of course, stay on the bed and get some rest, I am waiting you for our date.’ Jihyo playfully slaps your head away and leave the room. You sigh and look at your phone that keep breezing, it’s Nayeon. You do not expect she has already finished considering about your words yesterday.

You call Nayeon to ask what she wants, and so you can hear her voice. "What's so important that you're keeping my phone busy?" you say playfully.

‘I… I just wanna try to ask are you feeling better?’ Nayeon asks you after she takes a deep breath, ‘if you are all good then I will end the call.’

‘No, Nayeon, I am still recovering slowly, you know I still need to stay here for a week, right? Would you come again, I want to see you.’

‘Aren’t your girlfriends are taking care of you? Where are they then? I haven’t prepared to meet them yet… If you are feeling better, then bye…’

You don’t want Nayeon ends the call so fast, so you purposely cough again, trying to get her sympathy, ‘Ough… No… Nayeon, I still feel unwell. When I think about you.’ Your coughing catch her attention.

‘Don’t scare me, Y/N. You really not feeling good?’ Nayeon asks nervously.

"I'd feel better if you were here." You say before coughing again. "If you can't come right now, then could I at least see you through a video call? I want to see your pretty face again. It would make me feel a lot better."

You could hear Nayeon's sigh before she gangs up the call. Before you could call her again, she FaceTime you already. You immediately pick up the call. 'Nayeon...'

'Be quiet. I don't want my sister to know we are still having contact.' Nayeon peeks at the side of her phone before she continues. You could see she was in her room. Her bare face still looks pretty, although she did not put on the makeup. Her pajamas slipped down, showing her pretty shoulder.

'You still look sick... Isn't Momo taking care of you?' Nayeon, seeing you look so weak, asks you with a hurry. It seems she is not happy that Momo isn't here, although you know she is on the way here.

"She said she would come today. I'm sure she'll be here eventually. Don't worry about me too much. I'm feeling better just looking at your pretty face." You say as you take in every detail you can. "Are you going to visit me any time soon?"

‘Just not today… Can you give me some more time, please. I am not ready yet. I… I am sorry’ Nayeon seems panic again. You know although Nayeon has accepted your proposal yesterday, but it is because you are too aggressive and she does not has the time to think about what you say. If she has more time to consider again, and if the worst case that she tells Jeongyeon what you told her, your plan will fail. You need to see her again in person, you know you need to make sure she is convinced.

"Come tomorrow, Nayeon. I know seeing you would make my recovery go faster." You tell her as you look into her eyes through the phone. "I want to see you tomorrow. I want to be together again." You say pushing her for more.

‘I will come at weekend, it’s not convivence when Jeongyeon is here. I don’t wanna let her know about us, you know she doesn’t like you…’ Nayeon answers after thinking a long time, but you are happy that she still care about your feel when it relays to Jeongyeon.

‘Take more rest, and wait for me… I want to see a healthy you…’ You can see Nayeon’s eyes starts to red. ‘Nayeon, I would not die before I see you again.’ You try to make a joke to cheer her up, however she seems not getting it.

‘It’s not fun!’ Nayeon yells immediately, you could see her deadly glaze through the phone.

You smile at Nayeon, "I'm happy you'll come and see me, Nayeon. I love you. I guess I should let you get going then." You wave goodbye and wait for her to end the call.

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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Baby Fever

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: Thor and Jane had just became parents of a sweet baby girl. Therefore that you love babies, you drag your husband along to visit your niece, but Loki isn't nowhere near excited as you are. Or is he?

Warnings: Fluff! So much fluff! And a bit suggestive smut.

Word Count: 3,1k

a/n: I am SO sorry... I just couldn't help myself... It was too cute to resist...

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"Please, Lokes, pleaseee!" I looked at my husband with puppy eyes, who sat in his reading chair, nose buried in a book. It looked like it was Norwegian or Asgardian, but I couldn't really tell. My words attracted his attention, making him look up from his book; blue eyes meeting mine. "Please?" I tried again in a small voice, fluttering my eyelashes. "You really want to do this, don't you?" I nodded quickly. "Uh.Huh." He took a deep breath, was visibly not entirely convinced - yet. Okay, I thought. Time to bring the big guns in. Time for Plan B - or was it C already? I quickly snatched the book out of Loki's hands and laid it on the small table behind me. "Darling, what-" He cut off his own sentence when I climbed on his lap as seductively as possible and wrapped my arms around his neck, fingers buried in his dark curls. "Please..." I pouted and tried the puppy eyes again. This tactic usually always worked... Loki rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine." Gotcha. "Yay!" I smiled brightly and placed a quick, sloppy kiss on his lips, before I stood up giggling. "I'll call Jane! And then we go, yes?" The God nodded, certainly not amused. "Yes." "Perfect." I rushed over to him to place a soft kiss on his cheek, before I went to make a phone call.

Thor and Jane had just become parents a few weeks ago, of a super cute baby girl, called Eisa. I fell already in love with my niece after the first picture Jane had sent, and now I desperately wanted to see her in person. Loki, unfortunately didn't share my enthusiasm for this all. Sure, he was happy for his brother and Jane, but... Nothing more, nothing less. He had admitted that he finds Eisa cute, but didn't breathe the wish to see her - unlike me. So, I tried to persuade him in the last few days to accompany me - successfully. Sure, I could've gone alone, but that would've been quite odd. An uncle who didn't want to get to know her niece? No. Luckily, I could convince him.

After everything was settled with Jane and Thor, I dragged Loki along to the car. Over the whole car ride, he wasn't in the best mood, always on the verge of sulking. "Lokes... Babe..." I placed my hand on his thigh, as we stood at a traffic light, having a moment to directly speak to him. "I know you are not the biggest fan of kids or babies, but... We are talking about your niece..." My husband sighed. "I know, darling, I know... It's just... Me and babies... It never worked before. I-I don't know how to..." He said, trailing off. "I know, Lokes... But I am sure you can do this. You are going to love her." I squeezed his thigh and gave him a sympathetic smile, before I had to focus back on the road.

About twenty minutes later, we reached the house of Thor, Jane and their newest family member. I parked the car and got out; Loki doing the same. After quickly locking and rounding the vehicle, I joined Loki, took his hand immediately in mine again and intertwined our fingers. Together we walked hand in hand to the main door. "Put on a smile for me, babe?" I gently nudged his side, giving him a smile. "Can I have a kiss in return?" He asked, smirking. I squinted my eyes, "Cheeky." but couldn't stay serious for even a second. A giggle left my lips, before I stood on my tiptoes, kissing him. No second later got the door opened by my brother-in-law, the biggest smile on his face I had ever seen. "Brother! Y/N! Come in, come in!" He quickly ushered us inside the house. Once the door was closed shut, I went immediately to hug Thor. "Congrats, again. I am really happy for you two." The big man hugged me back, of course, still smiling broadly. "Thank you." I squeezed him, then let go of Thor again. As for Loki, he just kind of awkwardly patted his brother's shoulder. "Uh, from me, uh.. too." Thor didn't mind at all that his brother acted quite awkwardly. He just pulled him in a hug as well. "Thank you so much, brother." Loki didn't expect that at all. He threw me a helpless and shocked gaze, but I just shrugged my shoulders and giggled. Loki may have acted awkward in that situation - or well in general, when it came down to his brother, but deep down he loved Thor with all his heart. I knew it. Thor knew it. And Loki knew it as well. He would just never admit it.

After Thor let go of Loki again and we had taken off our shoes, the God led us towards the living room. "Let's go, see the actual reason why you're here." He said, chuckling quietly. As we entered said room, my eyes landed immediately on Jane, who sat on the sofa with a small, pink, wrapped up bundle in her arms. Jane smiled brightly, when she saw us. "Heeey!" She whispered and waved at us. I reciprocated the smile on an instant and tiptoed as fast as possible over to her, hugging her halfway. "Hiiii!" I whispered back. "Congrats again. I am so happy for you and Thor." "Thank you." After hugging Jane once again, my gaze landed immediately on the three-week-old baby girl in her mother's arms. That was the moment, when I fell even more in love. Eisa had her eyes closed, was deeply asleep. She had a small hand wrapped around Jane's finger, holding on for dear life. Her cheeks were chubby, but utterly sweet. Soft coos were leaving her tiny, pouty lips now and then. On her head was a tuft of blonde hair. She was cute as a button. "Aww..." I squeaked quietly. I tried desperately to contain myself, but that wasn't easy. It felt like my heart was full with rainbows and about to burst. "Loki, come here, have a look. Meet your niece." I said, looking back at my husband and signalled him to come closer. While I sat down beside Jane and Thor, Loki took hesitant steps closer. "She won't bite, I promise." I giggled softly, teasing him a bit in the hopes that this would loosen him up. As he was within reach, I grabbed once again his hand and pulled him gently closer. Loki gave Jane a nod, before he looked as well down at his niece. His eyes scanned the small face and body. "So?" I asked him, squeezing his hand. Loki nodded awkwardly, then sat down beside me. "Yes, she, uh, she is really cute." I saw how much Loki was struggling, but I also saw that he really tried. Thor and Jane exchanged a smile. "Would you like to hold her Y/N? Or you, Loki?" Jane asked, still in a hushed tone. I started to nod quickly. "Oh yes, please, please!" I was beyond excited about this. Jane smiled and moved Eisa slowly over into my arms. "I bet you know how to hold a baby?" "Yep, isn't the first," I said, looking at the brown-haired woman. "And hopefully not the last." She winked at me, making me blush slightly. I knew of course what she meant… I cradled my niece carefully in my arms, making sure to steady her small head. It was an amazing feeling to hold such a small, innocent life in my arms and once again, I fell even deeper in love with her. I just wasn't able to tear my eyes off of her... "Babe, look at those tiny fingers." I cooed and stroked with my pointer finger gently over Eisa's small hand. "And that snub nose." I booped her on the nose as softly as possible, to not wake her. And that was just the beginning... I spent minutes and minutes with just gushing over my niece…

"Guys, really... She is the cutest thing I have ever seen." I stated, looking at Thor and Jane. The two of them just smiled and agreed wholeheartedly with me. Loki on the other hand stayed utterly quiet. He acted very reticent and shy the whole time - what I could totally understand. I was already proud of him that he accompanied me to visit the little family. To that point in time, I had absolutely no clue what was about to happen. To be honest, nobody had expected this to happen. Absolutely nobody...

After half an hour or so, Thor excused himself. Therefore, that he was on laundry duty, he had to go - what was completely fine by us, of course. Then Jane excused herself as well. She had to pay the bathroom a visit, so it was Loki, Eisa and me left. Even if only for a short amount of time. "Lokes, my arms are getting a bit tired... Would you like to hold her a bit?" Loki's eyes widened. "I-I don't know, darling." "Why not? She isn't that heavy." "That's not what I meant... I-I don't know how to do that." He exclaimed, almost a bit panicky. "I never held a baby before. What if I can't do it? What if I hurt her or-" I understood Loki. I really did. But I also thought, that he would never bite the bullet on his free will, so I decided to give him a push. Without even letting him finish his sentence or saying a single word, I placed Eisa in his arms. "Love, what are you doing? I-I just told you that I don't know how to do this!" I smiled up at Loki. "But you're doing it, babe. Look." His eyes fell down in his arms, where the small girl laid, safe and sound. "Just make sure to support her head, when you shift her." Loki looked from his niece to me and back, seemingly speechless. "You're holding your niece, Lokes. And you're doing great." I smiled again and kissed his cheek. "This is, uh, this is..." "Amazing, right?" He blinked and halfway nodded. "Somehow, yes." But then, barely a minute after Eisa was in her uncle's arms, she started to get fussy, causing Loki to slightly panic again. "Oh no... W-What am I doing now, Y/N?" "Rock her a bit, but gently." He did what I said, rocked her gently. "Like that?" "Yes." I tried to soothe Eisa as well, but it didn't quite help. We both weren't really successful. To our luck rounded Eisa's mother shortly after the corner. "Jane, she's getting a bit fussy." I told her immediately, but she obviously needed a moment to grasp what she saw... Loki, God of Mischief, Son of Odin, the Trickster, mister 'I-can't-handle-babies', was holding her daughter in his arms. She blinked. "I, uh, I think she's hungry. It's been already almost two hours since the last time she ate. I'll prepare a bottle real quick." With that Jane vanished again. Her daughter started to get really fussy in the meantime. The baby girl had her eyes still closed shut - until now, but she was whimpering and whining continuously. But then her small eyes suddenly flew open, revealing a pair of stunning blue eyes meeting Loki's. Eisa instantly stopped her fussing for a moment, seemingly too surprised by the strange face hovering above her. The two of them stared at each other - and it almost was like the world had stopped around them. Just that one precious moment seemed to have triggered something in Loki. I really didn't know what it was, but suddenly there was a whole new version of the man I married sitting beside me. As soon as Eisa started to whine again and tears begun to form in her big blue eyes, Loki jumped immediately into action and tried to soothe her. "Hush, baby girl, it's alright. Don't cry." He once again started to rock her and stroked with his thumb ever so gently over her small, chubby cheek. I stared at my husband with an opened mouth, couldn't believe my eyes. What was that? What on earth had just happened? I couldn't think further about it, because Jane came back with a bottle in her hands. "Shall I take her and feed her or would one of you like to try and feed her?" She asked, looking from Loki towards me. "May I try to feed her?" Asked the God, surprising me and Jane. "Uhm, of course, sure. Here." Jane handed Loki the bottle. "Do you know how to-" The brown-haired woman cut off her own sentence, when she saw how Loki managed to feed Eisa perfectly. Gently, he brushed the tip of the bottle over the baby's lips, causing her to take the rubber tip into her mouth and starting to latch on it immediately.

After he was finished with feeding her, he kept on holding her against his chest, rocking her from time to time and softly spoke to her. Hence, he even carried her around. He acted like she was his daughter! On one hand, this made me absolutely giddy inside. I couldn't deny, that the sight of Loki interacting with a baby melted my heart completely. Within seconds, I was a puddle on the floor. My ovaries literally screamed at me - something about men and babies, but on the other hand... There stood suddenly a whole new man in front of me. Who was that man and what did he do to my husband?

As Loki was carrying Eisa around, through the big living room and the adjacent kitchen, Jane and I watched him in awe. He had the sleeves of his black shirt hitched up; his suit jacket long gone. His strong arms were holding the small infant tightly and securely, as he rocked her once again, trying to get her back to sleep, all the while whispering sweet nothings to her. I didn't hear exactly what he was saying, because spoke too quiet and was too far away. I was still literally staring at him, when I felt the sofa dip right beside me. Jane had slipped closer, was now leaning towards me. "Are... Are we both dreaming or is this-" She whispered and gestured towards Loki and her child. "Actually really happening?" "Trust me, I pinched myself several times and I can certainly say that we are not dreaming this. But please don't ask me where this is coming from, 'cause I don't know..." Jane begun to smile. "Well... I think Eisa must've enchanted him..." I smiled as well. "Think so, too..." Then the brown-haired woman started to giggle quietly, nudging my side with her elbow. "And you said having babies with Loki is to 100 per cent off the table." I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, in my defence... I didn't see that coming. I didn't know that a single moment would be enough to turn the tables..." "Good point."

About an hour later, we had bid our goodbye's and were now back on the road towards our home. I didn't want to stay too long and give the little family private time. After all, was Eisa barely three weeks old, so Thor and Jane didn't quite accustom yet completely to the new situation they were in. So, I didn't want to annoy them too long.

I sat in the driver seat of the car, with Loki beside me and was still completely in shock and awe about what happened earlier. And let me tell you... I almost had to drag him away from his niece... She had her uncle entirely wrapped around her tiny fingers; literally had swept him off of his godly feet – within not even a minute…

"Y/N?" Loki suddenly spoke up. Our car ride had been very quiet so far. "Mhh?" "I want a baby." I hit the brakes immediately. What? His words hit me like a truck, caught me completely off-guard and caused my eyes to widen. "I beg you pardon... You want what?" "I want to have a baby - with you." I blinked rapidly. My brain couldn't believe what my ears just heard. "You want a baby? With me?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "No, with the sexy blonde girl from the second floor… Of course with you! I would never want a baby with a woman who isn't you! What are you thinking, darling?" I was still just staring at him. "Can we have one? Please? Just imagine how utterly sweet a mix out of me and you would look! Darling, we'd make the prettiest babies!" Loki looked at me with puppy eyes. "I-I-I..." I didn't get more words out in that moment. I was way too shocked… Suddenly his expression shifted, turned into a mischievous smirk. He took my hand in his and leaned over, getting closer towards me. "Can we make one now?" My husband said in the most seductive tone I had ever heard, before he captured my lips with his, kissing me ferociously. His hand started to wander; dangerously close to the hem of my t-shirt. Loki was on the verge of slipping his hand underneath the piece of clothing, when my brain finally caught up. I quickly ended the kiss and shoved his hand away. "Woah there! Hang on for a second and keep it in your pants!" Loki pouted. "But why, darling?" "Because two hours ago you didn't even want to meet your niece – who is a baby, and now you're asking me to have one with you?! Right now?!" He sighed. "Yes, I know, love, but... I don't know… When Eisa looked at me with those big, blue eyes, it was like... a magic moment." My gaze softened. "And that's wonderful, Lokes, it really is, but... Having a baby is a serious topic. You don't just rush into this, you know? A child is a life changing thing. You have to be clear about this and be sure that you really want it." Once again, those puppy eyes. "But... I am sure, love. I really want this." "Okay, Lokes..." I took a deep breath. His enthusiasm scared me a bit, honestly... "Let's talk about this in peace, yes? We are going to think this through and then we talk over the weekend again, okay?" Loki nodded. "Of course, whatever you wish, my queen." I nodded as well. "Good." Then I took another breath, before I set the car back into motion. I still couldn't believe that I just had this conversation with Loki... "But that isn't a 'no', right?" "It's not a 'no', yes..." I answered cautiously and witnessed from the corner of my eyes how he started to smile. "But it isn't a yes either!" I quickly added. Loki just continued to smile. "That's correct, but I am very certain that you do want this. You are talking more often about babies than you notice, darling." I frowned. "Do I?" "Mhm." "Well... Like I said, we'll see..."

a/n: This could be a two-parter, couldn't it?

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Hey I wanted to ask you a question. I have a good self concept and everything and I’m manifesting that my friends are nicer to me. And ik im supposed to ignore the 3D but it’s kinda hard when they are really mean to me a lot and it’s taking quite a toll on my mental health. What do I do?

aw sweet anon, i'm so sorry that your friends aren't being nice to you :c you deserve only the deepest respect, love, and care and i am so happy you are wanting to give yourself friends who show you that! 💗

it can be hard to persist in believing that things will change when life shows you something you don't enjoy. we are taught to believe that the order is life experience → new belief forms about life and ourselves → no control about what happens to us. but with the law, we get the opportunity to change this order to be new belief in imagination → life experience. our physical experiences can be awful, but they do not have to be our true reference point. in imagination, we are limitless.

something i think we often forget when our circumstances are being cruel to us is that you don't have to pretend that the 3D is different than it is. you don't have to pretend that your heart doesn't hurt, that your friends aren't being mean to you, or that things are any different in your life. you only have to accept that this change is real in your imagination. you can imagine anything, right? if i told you to imagine an apple, you would tell me, yup, i have an apple right here in my imagination. i wouldn't then try to convince you that you actually have the apple in your hands, because it isn't there (yet). you only have to accept that you do, in fact, have it in imagination, and you have to know that accepting it in your imagination is ALL YOU NEED TO DO to make it happen in your physical reality!

you don't have to pretend that your friends aren't being rude to you, or push down your feelings of hurt, because it will only make the painful feelings bigger if you deny them. it's okay to feel the sadness and hurt of human experiences - take care of yourself in the 3D, hug yourself, and remind yourself of your worth. as long as you are accepting that in imagination they are kind to you, then that is all you need to do. in imagination, you can accept anything, right? you can imagine them apologizing to you and hearing their apology in your ears, imagine them being sweet to you, anything that implies a better situation for yourself. give yourself, in imagination, what you wish to see, and if you at LEAST believe that you can see it in your minds eye, then you can know it can and will reflect!

a tangible thing i can give you to try is revision. lets say a friend was saying really rude things to you earlier in the day and it hurt your feelings. all you need to do is go into your imagination and visualize what you experienced earlier in the day, but this time change the scene/outcome. here are some examples of what you could imagine:

your friend says something mean, and then another friend says, "hey, there is no need to be so hurtful. they didn't deserve that at all!" then hear the friend who insulted you apologizing, see them look ashamed and realizing that they had hurt you.

imagine your friend never said anything mean to you at all, and instead replace it with what you wish you could have heard. "i'm so happy you're my friend," "i'm sorry for the hurt i've caused you, you mean a lot to me," or even just all of you laughing and having fun knowing that they are kind.

anyhoo, this was a lot of words, but i hope this can help anon. please remember that you deserve the world and i promise you that you deserve only the best and that it is coming! also, please give yourself a big hug for loving yourself enough to want this change in your life. you are a good person and i am rooting for you.

#bunny's asks #love u

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Better or Worse {18}

Nessian. Angst. Modern AU.

@snelbz x @theladyofdeath collab

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A/N: Sorry for the late post! I had it queued for pm instead of am and just noticed. We’re almost to the end of Nesta and Cassian’s journey of growth, but we hope you’ve enjoyed reading this one as much as we’ve enjoyed writing it!

Almost every counseling appointment we’ve gone to, Nesta has been right there by my side. But Gwyn asked us to meet separately this week and that shouldn’t make me as nervous as it does. I know it’s common for therapists to want to talk to each person on their own, but even at the beginning, even when we weren’t speaking, having Nesta there was a balm to me. I was able to open up and talk about my thoughts, my feelings even if I wasn’t sure how I felt about them.

Now, sitting across from Gwyn, I feel like I’m back at square one. Rather than the usual couch, I’m sitting in an armchair identical to the one she’s in.

Her notepad is resting in her lap, but she doesn’t look down at it. She doesn’t even have a pen. “How are you doing this afternoon, Cass?”

“Good,” I say, but nothing more which makes her smile.

“Nervous?” She asks, not unkindly.

I sigh. “Yeah? Which is weird, right? Because we know each other fairly well by now.”

“True, but it’s not weird, it’s actually common,” she assures me. “You’re not used to doing this alone. It’s a big step.”

There was a time when her tone would piss me off, would make me feel like she thinks she’s talking to a child, but not anymore. I know she’s genuine in everything she says.

“I guess so,” I agree, and answer her question honestly. “I am good, though. Yes, nervous, but everything has been going really, really good. Great. Nesta and I are, uh, renewing our vows.”

“Oh?” Gwyn asks and she sounds happy about it, which is a good sign. “When?”

“A month. I actually asked her when we got back from our little vacation, after we left here.” I shrug. Since we’ve been doing so well in our marriage, we haven’t been coming to see Gwyn as much. “It felt like the right thing to do. I asked; she said yes.”

“I’m happy for you,” she says, and I know she means it.

My appointment goes on like that and after a few more minutes I actually start to fully relax. I told her everything, probably oversharing at some points but I can’t help it. I feel like I just fell in love again for the very first time, although this time feels much stronger than that. Nesta and I have a bond that can’t be broken, that can never be shaken again.

After telling Gwyn goodbye, I head to Nyx’s preschool to pick him up. He’s waiting for me with his backpack on and his lunchbox in hand, and the second I pull up to the curb, he’s jumping up and down.

“Hey buddy.” I hop out of the truck and give my nephew a hug while ignoring the wandering eyes of his teacher, as usual. She’s at least seventy, I swear, and I have no clue how she hasn’t retired yet.

“Uncle Cass, we learned about bugs today!”

So begins my rundown of his day, right down to his snacks and the lunch Feyre packed for him that morning.

My phone rings as I’m putting my car in park in the garage. When I see it’s Elain, my brows pull together. I love my sister-in-law, and would do anything for her at any time. But she doesn't usually call me. I answer as I round the truck to get Nyx out of his carseat.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Cass.”

“Is everything okay?”

Her cheery laughter floats through the phone. “Everything is fine. I was seeing if Nesta was with you. I tried her cell but she didn’t answer and I wanted to get a final decision on the flowers for the ceremony.”

I’m a man of many talents. I pride myself on being knowledgeable about many things. Flowers sure as shit isn’t one of them.

Scratching at my beard, I head into the house, Nyx on my heels. “She had a meeting with Eris and the publishers this afternoon, but should be home around five if you can wait that long.”

I hear the telltale sounds of Nyx dropping his backpack. “Hi, Greg!”

“Alright, I’ll try her then. Thanks!”

We say our goodbyes and I toss my phone on the kitchen counter only to realize the kitchen has become far too quiet. When I turn around, Nyx is nowhere to be found.

Just before I can completely panic, Nyx comes back through the door, crying.

I frown. “What happened, buddy?”

“Greg,” he says, a sobbing mess. “Door…open…Greg.”

He can barely get the words out but I get the gist. With a sigh, I pick Nyx up and pat his back. “It’s okay. Greg gets out sometimes, I’ll find him.”

I set Nyx up on the couch with a juice box and a bowl of popcorn while he watches Bluey before finding myself going around the outside of the house, looking in all the bushes.

No Greg.

I call his name and all of my neighbors that don’t know me are probably wondering why I’m going around my house, yelling for a Greg, but I ignore any potential neighbor’s judgment. Every minute that passes that I can’t find him, I get worried. Nesta loves this cat like a child.

And I can’t find him.

When I finally head back inside, Nyx’s head pokes over the top of the couch. He’s still sniffling as he asks, “Did you find him?”

I hesitate for a second because I don’t want him to worry, I don’t want him to start crying again, and I definitely don’t want him telling Nesta about this. So I decide to go with a little white lie. “I did. He was having fun running around and asked to stay outside a little longer. I told him he could play outside until it gets dark.”

Thankfully, that perks him up and blessedly derails his toddler attention span. “Did you know that lightning bugs come out when it’s dark? And then their butts light up?”

For the rest of the afternoon, I’ve got one eye on Nyx and one on the window at the back deck. On multiple occasions, I run outside with the bag of treats and shake it as obnoxiously as I can.

The damn cat never comes back.

As the clock ticks closer and closer to five, I start to panic. How am I going to tell Nesta I let Greg get out? Better yet, how am I going to keep Nyx from saying something?

Before I can come up with a foolproof plan, the garage door opens and my beautiful wife comes strolling in. She gives me a smile and a kiss on the cheek before asking, “How was your appointment with Gwyn?”

“Fine,” I answer, and as soon as it’s out of my mouth I know that I’ve answered way too quickly. Her joyful demeanor falters and I hesitate, which makes her frown.

“What?” she asks, and there’s a bite to her voice which I know means I should tread carefully if I want to try and keep the peace.

“Look,” I say, and take a deep breath. I watch her eyes as they go from angry to concerned to confused. “I…there was...Nyx accidentally…Gre—”

Just as I’m about to say his name, the furry little bastard charges into the room and jumps up on the kitchen island to greet Nesta. My wife momentarily forgets about me and scratches the cat under his chin.

I stare, dumbfounded. “I…what the fuck?”

“Hmm?” Nesta asks, remembering I exist and crossing her arms. “Okay, what did you do?” “Nothing,” I say, and grab her face, bringing her mouth abruptly to mine. She’s surprised for a second, but melts into me as my lips keep moving.

“Ew!”

We pull apart to look at Nyx, who is standing in the doorway and covering his eyes. When he peeks through his fingers, he gasps. “GREG! I thought we lost you forever! I was soooooooooo scared! Uncle Cass, wasn’t I scared?”

I purse my lips and slowly bring my gaze back to Nesta’s. She’s watching me with narrowed eyes full of hellfire.

“So, we lost Greg,” I confess, quietly. Nyx doesn’t seem to notice the tension as he grabs the cat off the island and carries him into the living room. I open my mouth to give a long, pathetic story about what happened, but Nesta shakes her head and puts her fingers over my mouth.

“I don’t wanna know,” she says, and her eyes soften. “He’s here, he’s safe, do better next time.”

I blink, thinking it’s a trap and not wanting to curse it. “Yeah, okay.” Now I’m suspicious. “You’re taking this too well, it’s scaring me.”

She snorts and runs her hands down my chest and bundles my t-shirt in her hands. “I want tonight to be a good night. We’ve been a little stressed lately, planning this wedding so quickly…” She shrugs. “No more stress.”

I feel like there’s something she’s not telling me. Maybe it’s the fact that we’ve been married for a decade, but I feel like something’s off. “Nesta—”

She looks over my shoulder, into the living room at Nyx and Greg snuggling on the couch, then back to me.

“What?” I ask, and try not to let my worry creep in too far. “What happened? Are you okay? Did Eris piss you off? The fuck did that prick do now—”

“Eris didn’t do anything, for once,” she says, laughing quietly. “Nothing’s wrong. I’ve just…been thinking about something, but I thought we could wait until we’re alone tonight to talk about it.”

I hate that.

I hate when someone says we need to talk, especially my wife, then doesn’t tell me what it is we need to talk about.

“Now I’m going to spend the entire afternoon worrying about whatever it is you have to say,” I say, keeping my voice low.

“It’s nothing bad,” she whispers, and leans up on her toes to kiss me. I grab her ass and squeeze for comfort. “Just something I’ve been thinking about. A lot. Come on, let’s make dinner before Feyre gets here to pick him up.”

And that’s that. I throw together a quick meal of blackened chicken, green beans, and red potatoes, which Nyx devours as if he hasn’t eaten in weeks. More than once, Nesta has to remind him to take smaller bites, but he manages to clean his plate without choking. Nyx regales Nesta with his school day, as well, telling her all about his studies but conveniently forgetting the story he told me about the little girl on the playground who held his hand.

Nesta is in the kitchen, cleaning up after dinner, while Nyx and I are on the couch watching Bluey when I hear the door from the garage open. Nyx, engrossed in whatever shenanigans Bluey and Bingo have gotten into, doesn’t notice the quiet greetings or the hushed whispers and murmuring.

But I do.

It sets me on edge, immediately thinking of whatever Nesta wants to talk about when we’re alone. It sends my brain straight into “overthink” mode and I don’t notice that Nyx has said something until he calls my name a second time.

“What was that, bud?”

“I said that daddy said I could get a puppy just like Bluey.”

“Did he now?” Feyre asks, breezing in from the kitchen.

“Mama!” Nyx is off the couch in a flash and crashing into her legs.

His backpack is already slung over her elbow and she lifts Nyx into her arms, hugging his close. “Hi, bub. Ready to go home?”

“Yes! Me and Uncle Cass lost Greg.” Feyre’s smile falters but Nyx charges on. “Don’t worry, mama, we found him.”

We say our goodbyes and promise to see them soon, and when it’s just me and Nesta alone, I can’t control myself any longer.

“So.”

She chuckles as she sits next to me on the couch and turns off Bluey. “So.”

I wait for her to say something but when she doesn’t go on, I throw my hands in the air. “Damn it, Nesta, please just—”

“I think we should look into adoption.” The words rush out of her, quietly. “I think we should adopt.”

Out of all the things I expected her to say, that wasn’t it. I’m at a loss for words.

It’s not until I notice her eyes start to line with tears that I come back, my mind catching up with me.

“You don’t want—”

“I’m just surprised,” I say, before she can worry. “I mean, adoption is…that’s a lot. That’s big.”

“I’m ready to be a mom, babe,” she says, and a tear falls as her voice breaks. “We’ve been ready for a family for so long and I’m accepting that I’m not ever going to have a baby.” I want to protest, but I can’t. “So I thought we could have a baby, or a child, through adoption.”

I’m quiet for a moment, but Nesta doesn’t push me.

Adoption had never even crossed my mind and I’m a little ashamed of myself for not considering it. Growing up in the foster system, how many years did I dream of someone finally deciding I was worth the trouble, of a family adopting me and giving me the happy home I’d always dreamed of. But Nesta wanted to be a mother and I never thought farther than giving her that dream myself, of our child growing inside of her.

Who’s to say the child we’ve been dreaming of isn’t already out there?

“Do you want to quit trying?” I ask, carefully. “To have our own?”

“Absolutely not,” she scoffs, and I can tell she’s trying not to be emotional. She knows my past more intimately than anyone else on the planet. “You think after finally having sex after months of celibacy, I’ll be able to go back?”

I swallow and huff a laugh but stay quiet for a minute, allowing my thoughts to catch up with me. My thoughts that are all over the place.

“Okay,” I say, quietly, and her tears spill over. I wipe them away, carefully. “After the wedding…we can start the process, if it’s what you truly want.”

“It is,” she says, and there is no doubt. “But is it what you want?”

“A family with you is all I have ever wanted,” I say, and it is wholly the truth.

I can’t help my own consuming emotion as she kisses me. Every day I don’t know how my marriage can get better, how I can love this woman more, but then I do. I didn’t know this love, this excitement for the future could still be so strong, so evident after ten years.

I’m so ridiculously in love with this woman that I can’t believe it. I show her as much as I lay her down on the couch and take my sweet time with every beautiful, magnificent inch of her body.

We will have our family soon enough, one way or another, and I can’t wait.

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succession s4 e4 recap: ken brings a strap-on to a gunfight

I'M PSYCHIC! I'M PSYCHIC!

^^ from my recap of season 4, episode 1

turns out succession really is channeling their inner CW teen show. translation:

SHIV IS PREGNANT!

what gave it away? her face. oh, and she ordered a club soda with a closed top at the dive bar in episode two. don't think i didn't notice.

anyway, i know she's all poly representation and all, but let's be honest with ourselves: it's toms baby. she's planning her 20 week ultrasound, so i reckon.... italy?

kendall arrives at logan's makeshift wake/board meeting and overhears hugo in the lobby.

now, if you overheard someone saying "you fucked me in the ass with a strap-on" on the phone, would you guess that someone was talking to their daughter?

only on succession.

i'm not going to use space showing you hugos face, so let me summarize: his daughter sold stocks right before the news of logan's death was made public. he tells kendall. kendall has leverage.

now, enough hugo.

MARCIA IS BACK!!!

the girlies love marcia. lying about having intimate conversations with logan every night? we love that.

death truly does become her.

also, did anyone else pick up on the fact that cyd simply said "sorry babe" to kendall as he walked by?

supportive queen!

greg is also trying to be supportive and we collectively join in on the kids giving him serious side eye (or ignoring him altogether).

much like the rest of the roy family, he is incapable of any type of normal hug.

the kids discuss marcia and kerry, and roman notes that he thinks kerry is "in marcias trunk. inside an anaconda. inside a sarcophagus." for a pre-grieved boy who doesn't want to make phone sex jokes about his late dad, he's still got it.

the suits are also there, gathering in the kitchen to look at the china.

just two gal-pals backing each other in business and sitting on each other's faces

tom receives a proper whooping from karl and eats a seafood taco.

i know i should aim higher in my important trade of recaps and give you more detail, but i can't. i shan't. it is what it is.

oh, but important: karl is in on a greek island with his brother-in-law.

and "your wife doesn't even like you" is a wonderful insult.

shiv gives us an accurate representation of what it is like to talk to a swede:

for context, i'm norwegian. the banter is scandi culture.

saying "bad one" when your dad dies? also scandi culture.

willa is truly winning in this episode. she gets logan's apartment, a dig at marcia AND a moneymoon touring the midwest. cheese curds all the way.

and they save a bunch on realtor fees, of course.

the gang finds a piece of paper.

we are getting so much gerri/frank/karl content this season, i am chuffed! yes, sure, the sibling dynamic is interesting, but the gerkrank (?) vibes are strong!

they all make very funny jokes about throwing the piece of paper in the toilet. haha comedy gold.

kendall manages to make his brother and sister laugh for once in his life. all it took was for him to make a joke about their dad not being a pedo.

i'm going to make obit decoding my new thing.

a summary of logan:

threw phones at staff

racist

racist, again

relaxed about sexual assault

never payed a penny of tax

not a pedo

wouldn't even hug his grandkids

kendall's name is on the piece of paper. i reckon it's from around early season 1 times, maybe even before then.

it's not certain if the name has been underlined or crossed out. (but really, does logan strike you as the type of man who would underline anything?)

greg is also mentioned with a bunch of ????? and the big bozo deigns to suggest he might be logan's #2.

frank reacts appropriately:

they keep putting roman and gerri in the same frame.

AS IF i wouldn't notice. i see you, lorene. doing the lords work.

they rag on greg some more. it's a doodle, fuckface.

ken shares a moment with his #1 dad.

frank: he was an old bastard and he loved you me: sobbing

ken realizing he wants back in? that's self-destruction, bby!

shiv continues to hit rock bottom....

with a lil pregnancy hint and some narcisissm, framing it as if she's the only one who lost something she cared about.

but is she talking about logan? or tom? or none? or both?

i need a shiv redemption arc soon. it's beginning to feel so sexist, and not in a critique kind of way.

spooky embryo mencken is on his way to join the rest of the right wing crazies in logans eulogy.

if you are in need of motivation, work every day in your life to ensure a right wing guy will never feel inclined to do a speech at your funeral.

or, live a life that will make greg never want to talk to you. ever.

we all know tom wishes he'd taken that route.

sandy is smiling at logan being dead. sandy is us<3

why is this sex party so sad?

marcia sends kerry in a taxi to a subway so she can go home to her little apartment.

last time we see her, or does she have an unborn baby up her sleeve?

<3 roman showing kerry kindness and then immediately shitting on tom's redemption tour <3

wambsgans deserves to grovel.

stewy is a softie when it comes to ken.

his pubes got a little singed last time, but they are in love.

willa is enjoying her new apartment, as she should.

her mom is me at a buffet.

shiv gets shivved as her brothers decide to take on the role of CEO without her.

redemption arc! redemption arc! redemption arc!

obligatory screengrab that is just in here because gerri looks cute:

i couldn't even bother coming up with an excuse for this one.

chant with me: STE-WY! STE-WY! STE-WY!

power move from a power bottom. jk he is obvi a top.

and with stewy in the room, the power dynamic shifts to favor the siblings.

gerri makes a very slight move, but backs up immediately.

(don't think i don't notice that roman is still in this frame, guys. it's dark, but i notice.)

ken and his homey romey are the new interim CEOs. we all know what a thankful job that is...

shiv trips and falls and i want to kms.

do i need to chant again?

please, for the love of god, give shiv a win. the baby is not a win.

hugo and karolina suggest to the newly appointed CEOs that they throw their dead dad under the bus. roman reacts the way an emotionally mature person would:

utter distain.

ken, however, does not.

this photo will be in his phone and in his subconscience forever. the question of whether his dad loved him or not anthropomorphized.

so he tells hugo to go ahead with the "shit on logan roy" communcation strategy.

it's what his father would do.

he is pleased. and we, my girlies, are one step closer to kendall having a full godfather-like arc.

pretty sure i predicted that too, back in the day.

or is episode 4 too early to peak for our dear ken? time will tell.

next week: the gang travels to norway and i go absolutely bonkers.

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Yours Submissively ~ Preparations

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

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Belle felt the tears running down her face. All the worries, the anger, the frustrations that had plagued her…

They just melted away.

She starred at Steve’s face.

The man who annoyed her, frustrated her, cared for her, loved her, who made her feel crazy, protected, wanted, special.

The face of the man she has loved for the last six months.

“Yes.”

Steve broke into a huge smile as he slid a gorgeous ring her finger. The round diamond was set in an antique setting with smaller round diamonds and small oval sapphires on each side, all set in platinum. “I love you.”

“I love you.” Belle cupped his face as she pressed a kiss to him. “Oh my god.” Steve lifted her up and swinged her around as she laughed. “We’re getting married!”

“I’m so happy my love.” He set her down and kissed her deeply.

“Am I interrupting?” Bucky came in holding three glasses and a bottle of champagne. He saw the big smiles on the couple. He put everything down and embraced Belle. “Congratulations sweetheart!”

“Thank you, Bucky.”

Bucky let go and turned to his best friend. “Congratulations punk.”

Steve pulled him in for a hug. “Thanks jerk.”

Bucky’s expression became solemn. “Seriously, I’m proud of you Stevie. Your ma would be so proud.”

Belle let out a tiny sob at the emotional moment. “Sweet pea?”

“I’m sorry, its just, we won’t have our parents there and …”

“Oh baby, don’t cry. It will be ok.” Steve wrapped himself around her as she cried. “We’ll figure it out.” He held her as Bucky got the champagne ready.

“A toast! To you, Steve, my brother and best friend and Belle, my future sister-in-law. Congratulations!”

Arriving back in New York was surreal. Belle arrives not just as Belle Davis but now the future Mrs. Steven Rogers. All of their friends were excited for the couple, with Tony and Pepper throwing an engagement party for them. When Belle mentioned not knowing where to start, Pepper and Natasha stepped up to help her navigate the inter-working of the New York social circle and wedding planning. They got her in touch with a top wedding planner and scheduled a photo shoot.

“Really? Why?” Belle whined.

“Hon, Steve is a top executive as well as a former Avenger. His marriage is top new and its important to set the narrative,” Pepper explained. “Besides with a three-month time frame for the wedding, we want to stay on top of that.”

That was the other things that was irritating and led to a long argument. Belle wanted to wait the traditional year to get married. Steve wanted to be married the next day. “I love you, sweet pea and I just want to let the world you are mine forever.”

“And I want a wedding amore. I mean I don’t have any family to share it with, but I still want to celebrate it.” Belle looked down at the mention of family.

“Oh, baby, I didn’t even think.” Steve took her hands. “Of course, I want to celebrate my new life with you with our friends.” He kissed her knuckles. “Three months. Let’s do it in three months. Just after the holidays.”

“Really?”

“Really, my love.”

“Thank you, Steve.”

“No thanks needed sweet pea. I promised to give you the world. That’s what I’m doing.”

While Belle and Steve agreed on where, when and what the wedding would be, the only decision that was truly Belle’s was her dress. She poured over magazines, marking them, taking notes, approaching them as if it was an assignment. Steve found her at her desk one night with notes on post its. “Uh, sweet pea, what are you doing?”

“Steve! You can’t look!” She screeched.

He quickly turned around. “Love, what is going on?”

“I’m doing research.”

“Research?”

“For my dress.”

Steve started to turn around. “Love…”

“No! You can’t look. You can’t see what I’m thinking.”

Steve chuckled at the seriousness she was taking and decided to let her in on a surprise he was planning. “Sweet pea, I made you an appointment at Kleinfelds for Saturday.” Steve clasped his hands behind his back as he waited for her reaction.

“Really?”

“Yes. I also reached out to Pepper, Wanda, Nat, MJ and Hope and they will all be joining you.”

“Oh my… Steve!” She raced over and jumped on his back. He grunted at the forced but grabbed onto her thighs to hold her. She pressed kisses to his neck and cheek. “You are the most amazing fiancé!”

“I could tell you were stressing love. Have fun. Happy offered to go for security and you have lunch at the Ritz afterwards.”

“Thank you, amore. I love you.”

Steve swung her around, so she was around his hips. “You will look amazing in anything so have fun ok?”

She smiled and then let it slip for a moment. “How will I pay for this?”

“Oh. I have this for you.” He smiled as he handed her an envelope. She smiled and opened.

Darling Belle, You have grown up so much in the few years I’ve known you. I remember the first day we met. You, a bright-eyed intern and I, a grumpy CEO. I know that Steve can provide for you, but I would really like pay for your wedding dress. It would be my honor. Pepper has all the instructions. Enjoy your day. Tony

“I can’t let him do that.” Belle looked at Steve. “I have some money…”

“No, sweet pea, Tony wants to do this for you. He and I had lunch the other day and I mentioned about family. The Avengers have always seen each other as family. I mean Bucky and I lost our families in the 40s, Tony’s parents are gone and so on.”

“I’m an Avenger?”

Steve chuckled. “You are an Avenger by marriage, my love. And we take care of each other. Tony sees you as an adopted daughter. He wants to do this for you.” He kisses her head. “You have a family, Belle. We are all your family.”

Kleinfeld’s is the premier bridal store in New York. Thousands of designer gowns line the walls of the store. Belle and her entourage are greeted and escorted to a couch and chairs with champagne. Fashion director Randy comes out to make sure everything goes well. Because when Tony Stark and Steve Rogers personally call and make sure that this bride get everything she wants, all of the top people are at her disposal.

“So, tell me beautiful, what do you envision?” Randy asked.

“I don’t really know. I don’t know what would look good one me.” Belle wrang her hands together.

“I think she would look good in a mermaid,” Natasha commented.

“Oh, maybe a drop waist,” MJ offered.

“Maybe something sleeker,” Hope said.

Belle blushed. “I just know that he is my Prince and I am his Princess.”

Randy smiled. “Ok. Let’s try on the different silhouettes and go from there. Have no fear, we will find your dress for your wedding in eight weeks.”

Eight weeks. Belle shivered at the thought of it being so close. But if the man could close a business in hours, build another in a day and save the world in a week, he can have a wedding planned in no time. Belle went to the dressing room with an assistant, Anna, and tried on the first dress, a straight satin sheath dress with a keyhole back and sweetheart neckline. It looked very sophisticated. She came out to her group.

“Well…”

“I mean…”

“Guys, this is not it,” she said with a smile. “Just be honest please.”

“Ok, it looks beautiful on you but not for your wedding,” MJ replied.

“Thank you. That’s all I’m asking for.” Belle turned around, hiked up the dress to everyone’s amusement and went back to the dressing room. The processed repeated for the mermaid, the trumpet, the fit and flare, and the A-line. Belle was becoming frustrated until Randy came into her room.

“Tell me about him.”

Belle smiled softly. “He’s amazing, he’s gentle, loving, kind. I feel like he rescued me from everything. I was just this girl from Brooklyn, trying to make her way in the world when he asked me to dance. A Brooklyn boy just asked me to dance. He is my Prince. My Prince Charming. And I love him.”

Randy smiled at her. “I know just the dress. C’mon.” He took her hand.

The girls were sitting on the chairs, waiting for Belle to arrive. “Do you think she will ever pick one?” Wanda asked.

“You could always influence her,” Nat said with a big smile, wiggling her fingers.

“Not funny,” Pepper replied. She heard a rustling of tulle, turned and gasped. The dress was a ball gown but so much more. The drop cap sleeves led into a sweetheart neckline, the bodice sitting on a natural waist. The skirt was covered in fine lace detail. Delicate buttons flowed down the back to a chapel train. Randy had pulled Belle’s long black hair into a bun with a few tendrils around her face. He led her up to the podium and faced her friends.

“So…”

“Oh my god Belle, its perfect,” Hope gushed. “Have you seen yourself?”

“No, not yet.”

“Let me finish,” Randy said. He pulled an intricate flower and branch crystal barrette and attached it with a simple veil to the top of her bun.�� “Close your eyes beautiful.” Belle closed her as Randy turned her to face the mirrors. She could hear the sniffles from behind her. “You ready?” He asked her.

“Y-yeah, I’m ready.” Belle’s voice wavered as she waited to see herself.

“Ok, open them.”

Belle looked in the mirror and gasped. She didn’t see herself, well, not really. She saw herself as Steve’s princess, he’s new queen. “Its, its… uh… oh my god.” She let a couple of tears fall.

Pepper instinctively went to Belle stand next to her. “Are you ok? Is it not it?”

“No, its perfect.”

Pepper hugged her. “I think so too.”

Randy smiled, “A true princess dress for our princess. It’s called the Cinderella gown and its…”

“Don’t say the price,” Pepper interrupted. “Tony and I will be taking care of this and any accessories to go with it.”

“Pepper, oh, thank you!” Belle squeezed her tight. Pepper smiled and wiped away the tears.

Across town, Tony’s phone dinged. He flipped it over to see a picture of Belle with her back turned to the camera. Her dress was the only comment and he smiled.

“Something to share with the class, tinman?” Bucky asked.

“Not anything I can share while he is in the room,” he replied looking at Steve.

Steve smiled softly. “She found a dress?”

“She did. And no, you can’t see it,” Tony smirked. He shook his head. “Let’s get back to it.”

“Boss, the note sent to the Stark servers is untraceable,” FRIDAY, the Avengers AI said.

“FRIDAY, can you read it to me again please.” Steve’s face moved from jovial to sadness.

“Sure Captain. To Captain America and Iron Man, you still have what we want. Our heir needs to take her place. Release her. Hail HYDRA.”

Bucky sighed. “I haven’t had a hot lead in over a month.”

“And surveillance for all of the buildings and homes are clean,” Sam added. “We are chasing a ghost.”

“So, what is the plan then? The wedding is in eight weeks. We have the holidays as well.” Tony stood up and paced the room. “Cap?”

“We have to tell her. About the threat. We,” he pointed to Bucky and himself, “promised her that we wouldn’t keep it a secret from her.”

“Have you told her about her family lineage?” Clint asked.

Steve shook his head, “No, I can’t. Not while we are getting ready for the wedding. She has been asking what preventive messages she can take.”

“Rogers,” Tony started but took in the look on his face. “Ok, I’m setting aside the whole Belle’s family things for now. We have been working on a set of glasses she can wear that will change her eye color. Its so distinctive that it would be smart to hide that.”

“That’s good. Anything else?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, your honeymoon, we have secured the location and safeguards.” Clint looked at his notes. “Local authorities are ok with the additional force that will be present.”

“And, we have increased the invisible security on Belle and you, Steve,” Bucky said. “You guys won’t even notice, especially Belle. School will be on break next week and Clint will be spending time with his kids since Belle will be with me at the apartment.”

Steve nodded. “Ok, I think…”

“Oh no, you are not getting out of discussing your bachelor party,” Tony said with a mischievous grin.

“I don’t want nor need a bachelor party,” Steve said crossing his arms.

“The party is not for you.” Tony stopped and held up his hand. “Wait, let me try that again. The party is to celebrate you but it’s mostly for us. Don’t deny us the reason to celebrate that you actually are committing to someone, Rogers.”

“Stark, I don’t think Isabella would like me…”

“She’s going on her own party,” Clint says quietly interrupting.

“What?”

“Well, Nat and Wanda approached me about arranging security for her party about two weeks before the wedding. It’s supposed to be a surprise for Belle.”

Steve groaned as Tony clapped in glee. “That settles it. That same night, gentlemen, will the swan song for the singledom of Steve G. Rogers.”

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 months

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hello steeeeephhhh :D

yet another rant incoming - hold on! (or ignore your choice lmao)

but like-

OKAY.

idk why it took me so long to watch the rdj sherlock holmes movies but like... HAHAAHAHAHAH HOW CAN A MOVIE TRY SO DESPERATELY TO BE STRAIGHT AND END UP SO BEAUTIFULLY GAYYYYY

lmaoooo literally can't. it's just too funny!!!

i watched them both (are there really only two?) (nvm i just looked it up myself - yes there are only two)

thaha. holmes constantly trying to sabotage watson's relationship with mary and watson actually giving in to holmes' attempts to keep him company... it is hilarious!

OH aaalso... the first one was made before the bbc show right? it's funny to see the parallels between those!

(bbc did better but honestly nothing will ever be better than bbc sherlock to me...)

(jude law is an amazing watson!!! not entirely convinced of rdj as sherlock holmes. maybe i didn't buy his british accent xD (or maybe i am just too big of a sucker for benny boi xD) (who am i kidding ofc i am too big of a sucker for benefit cumbernoodle))

ANYGAYS!!! i hope youre okay and i am sending you hugs!!!

btw i am sorry for my random rants in your inbox but... i don't know i just love the way you interact with your asks... ask-people? what is that called??? idk but i hope you know what i mean!)

whoop!! reminded me of how much i love sherlock haha (not that i could ever forget i am just in desperate need of a rewatch)

(am i making too many brackets?) (i totally am) (shut up turtely it's getting awkward) OKAYYYY BYYEEE

love you take care youre wonderful and loved and beautiful and perfect just the way you are and I NEED TO STOP AND BRING THIS TO AN END NOW!!!

-🐢

Hey Turtely!!!

OMG I LOVE RDJ Holmes, and it's so BEAUTIFUL. The first one came out in 2009, and Sherlock came out in 2010, so yes, RDJ Holmes was first, and I fell in love with that one first (I got into Sherlock in 20...13? Just before season 3). The two RDJ films are still a couple of my faves, and there's been talks for YEARS for a third one (I know both RDJ and Law want to do it, but I think the problem is all the issues plaguing WB...)

AND OMG the BEST PART?? Law literally shamed a reporter for calling their relationship a bromance; I think they BOTH want the third one to be an explicit queer relationship, but I think the big hurdle is the studio interference and (BEFORE 2023) was the remaining copyrights not having expired. NOW that all the ACD canon is public domain, the big hurdle is the WB.

Anyway, I love them, SO MUCH. I ship them SO hard, and now I think I'm gonna go rewatch the movies because they're SO beautiful. I love them to bits.

Since it's been over a decade since the last one, I would LOVE SH3 to explore them older and together. I think that would be lovely.

I have a lot of fun stuff in my rdj holmes , ritchie holmes , and sherlock holmes 2009 tags you can check out!

And thank you for your kind words. I will try my best to take care of myself <3 My heart is a squishy at the praise LOL

#steph replies #rdj holmes #sherlock holmes 2009 #ritchie holmes #chatting with lovelies #happy posts

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Love in the First Degree

Requested: Yes. (@maybankangel - I hope this is to your liking!). Not my Gif- creds to owner. This has no warnings beyond what shown in the show.

A/N: JJ is taken with your extensive criminal law knowledge... poor summary, but it was a very specific request haha. Also this is pretty unedited, so sorry if it is not the best. I just started my next semester of graduate school back up.

Word Count: 1.7 K

“So what’s going to happen now that you’re off the hook?” JJ asks John B.

“I guess it’ll be Rafe in jail next once they can charge him.” The brunette shrugs.

“Why haven’t they done that yet man. I mean they had no evidence, but Ward's word and you were thrown in the clink. Damn kooks always win.” JJ replies angrily as Kiara approaches with a girl he’s never met or seen before.

❊

“What’s JJ so worked up about?” Kiara says walking towards the two boys with you in tow.

“They haven’t charged Rafe yet.” John B answers.

“They probably haven’t charged him because Ward’s trying to cover it up.” You interject into the conversation. You’re met with a few quizzical expressions and continue, “Sorry- I just assume that’s what’s happening. It would make the most sense.” You smile at both of the boys.

“Kie, where’d you find the brainiac?” JJ asks, giving you a once over.

“Her name is Y/N, and we've been friends for a long time. We met at a sea turtle hatching.”

“Well, Y/N, What other ideas do you have?” John B asks.

“If Rafe is convicted of killing sheriff Peterkin then he will most likely be charged with first degree murder and” you begin before rudely being interupted by the blonde boy.

“First degree? Why not second?” JJ asks

“First degree applies in the case of a police officer. It would also apply if Peterkin had been a firefighter, judge, or prosecutor or anything along those lines.” you explain.

“So first degree is good?”

“If you want Rafe charged, then yes. First degree is the highest. Second degree murder is a step down. With Peterkin being a sheriff- he could also be charged with capital murder and receive the death penalty- although if it’s his first offense this may be less likely. He would be tried as an adult, but given his age and social standing the death penalty would likely be dropped. First degree is still good though because it would likely give him a sentence to life in prison.” You word vomit the information out.

You look around and notice everyone is staring intently and you begin to blush. “Sorry, I am really into criminal law.” You explain.

“No, don’t apologize. This is good, so what if Ward gets involved and takes the blame?” John B asks.

“Well the charge would stay the same pretty much, but since he’s older its more likely he could get the death penalty.”

“What if there was another murder?” JJ finally speaks again, still staring at you with those blue eyes. He’s looking at you so intently it feels like he’s looking into you.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Gavin was supposed to fly the Camerons plane to the Bahamas and was present that day on the tarmac. He was supposed to get rid of some evidence, but held onto it to get more money out of Ward. Ward found out and killed him.” Kiara explains.

“Oh wow, then he would get two charges of first degree murder- assuming he covers for Rafe.”

“Is there a way they get away with this?” JJ asks

“Claim insanity?” You let out a small laugh, “but that's pretty unlikely unless they have an amazing lawyer.”

“So, they’ll both go down for this unless Ward takes the blame.” John B says with a far off look in his eyes like he’s coming to terms with the fact that this chapter in his life may finally be coming to a close. JJ jumps on the boy and is smiling so big it looks like it hurts.

The moment is interrupted when your phone dings signaling a text, you turn to Kie, “I have to go, but it was nice meeting you guys.” You give Kiara a hug bye and head outside to start your walk home. Then you hear the door open and slam closed behind you- it’s JJ.

“There’s a party at the boneyard tomorrow. I didn’t know if Kie told you, but we’ll be there and you should come.”

“Yeah, I was planning on going. I’m always there.” You answer unsure of why he is giving you such a formal invitation.

“You’re a local?” He says in disbelief

You nod your head, “JJ, I had homeroom with you last year and I'm pretty sure we had the same fourth grade teacher.”

“Oh, my bad. Well, See you tomorrow then.”

“See you tomorrow JJ”

❊

You had been at the boneyard for hours now and hadn’t caught sight of Kiara or any of her friends. You wouldn’t admit to anyone, or even yourself for that matter, that you had secretly been scanning the area for a certain blonde haired boy all evening.

❊

“John B, hit the gas man. What’s taking so long?” JJ complains from the back of the twinkie.

“Chill out JJ. You’ve been on edge all day dude.” Pope calls back from the passenger seat in the front beside John B.

“He’s too anxious about seeing Y/N.” Kie teases.

JJ turns to Kiara and flips her off, “I’m trying to drink weed and smoke beers and the faster we get to the boneyard, the faster I can make that happen.”

Upon arriving at the boneyard the pogues file out of the twinkie and head out onto the beach. They all grab drinks and spend their time mingling with other people from school, dancing, and playing games. It takes a few hours, but JJ finally spots you. From his spot where he had been dancing by the bonfire with Kiara, he can see you clearly. You’re sitting on a blanket in the sand with a coffee mug in your hand. It’s somewhat of a ridiculous sight, a coffee mug on the beach, but it looks so natural being you and that brings a smile to JJ’s face. You’re sitting peacefully looking out over the crowd and JJ almost leaves his spot where he’s dancing when he sees a boy sneak up behind you, scaring you. You jump quickly from being spooked and then laugh wholeheartedly when you see who it was. The familiarity and history that it is so clear you share with this boy puts JJ in a poor mood and he spends the rest of the evening shotgunning beers and avoiding looking in your direction.

His plan works for a while, that is until he happens to glance in the direction of where you had been earlier and only sees an empty spot on the blanket you had been perched on earlier. He starts frantically looking around for where you could have gone when it's you who comes up behind him and startles him by saying his name.

“Ah! Jeez. You can’t sneak up on a guy like that.” He says somewhat out of breath.

“I’ve been looking for you.” You chuckle out.

“Oh, I hadn’t even noticed you had came.” He says looking out over the crowd of people.

“I told you I was coming.” You explain. You can tell something is off about him and just when you are going to ask you are interrupted.

It’s your brother who has arrived at your side with a small scowl on his face as he says, “We need to go home.”

“Can’t it wait a minute.” You ask, trying to indicate you were in the middle of something with JJ- who is now giving your brother a rather serious glare.

“Dad’s home, Y/N. I’m positive he wants us home after the day he’s had.” Your brother explains.

You can feel a shift in JJ’s mood as he’s figured out that the boy in front of him is your brother. “Fine, go grab our stuff and I’ll meet you at the car.” You say and then you turn to JJ, “Sorry, I have to go.”

“Y/N, come by the chateau tomorrow.” JJ states, in what you feel like you’re mistaking for a pleading tone. This is JJ Maybank afterall, why would he be so desperate to spend time with you. You give him a small nod as you walk away.

❊

The next day you do as JJ had asked or demanded and go by the chateau. He’s waiting out on the front porch for you when you arrive. You walk up and join him sitting on the couch beside him. “Hi.” You say as you sit.

“Hey.” He says looking at his hands.

“So I am really sorry I had to leave the beach early yest-” you stop short of finishing your sentence because JJ has moved so close to you that you think he is going to kiss you, and then you realize he is going to kiss you. You instinctively put your hands on either of his shoulders and stop him from coming any closer. You can feel his strong shoulders tense under your palms, he quickly backs away, and his face is now visibly red.

“Sorry, I uh-” He begins and then you also begin to try and sputter out an apology. The both of you make eye contact and begin to laugh. You are awkwardly fixing your hair and trying to compose yourself, and he looks like he is trying just as hard to figure out what he should be doing in this moment.

“I like you.” JJ eventually blurts out.

“I like you too, JJ.” You say feeling a blush come to your cheeks.

He has a confused look on his face that you can only attribute to your action of stopping him from kissing you, so you explain, “I’ve never had a boyfriend before.”

“Okay.” He says slowly still trying to put together why this piece of information would have prompted you to stop him.

“JJ I've never kissed anyone either.”

The expression on his face only grows more intrigued and you mistake this for him mocking you so you scold him, “You don’t have to mock me JJ.”

“No, I’m sorry. I am just trying to process what world it makes sense that someone as pretty as you hasn’t had their first kiss.”

His words make you blush further and you’re both sharing a smile. “I have a plan.” JJ says and you nod for him to continue. “You let me take you out on a real first date, and when you’re ready for your first kiss, you let me know.”

You sit in silence pondering his words over for a moment and then finally say, “It’s a date.”

#jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #john b routledge #obx #outerbanks #pope heyward #kiara carrera #outer banks #jj maybank x you #rafe cameron

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nycbaby21 · 7 months

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I really hope so Pt. 3

prompt: years after you and Tito get together, you attend the wedding of your son and Mat's daughter

word count: 1,090

sorry it's so short :) hope you enjoy

“Oh my gosh. You look so handsome Row,” I smile as my eyes fill with tears. His blue eyes roll in his head and he smiles down at me. “Mom seriously, I thought we talked about this. You said you would save the crying for the ceremony,” he laughs reaching forward and pulling me into a hug. “Well excuse me if I am happy that my son is marrying the love of his life today,” I say sarcastically.

“Rowan give your mom a break, she is very emotional right now,” Tito says coming up behind me and wrapping me in a hug after Rowan and I break apart. “Yeah, I am emotional. You are leaving me all alone with him now,” I joke leaning back into my husband’s embrace. “Haha, very funny,” Tito laughs squeezing me a little tighter. Looking over at Rowan I can’t help but see how much he resembles Tito. The two even share a laugh.

“What did I miss,” Mat says walking into the room and seeing the three of us laughing. “Oh you know just my wife being emotional she is stuck with me for the rest of our lives. No big deal,” Tito jokes to his best friend. I slap his chest. “Now who is the emotional one,” Rowan jokes giving me a high five. Rowan may look just like T but he always took my side. “Oh Y/n, Lily wanted you to come see her before everything got started,” Mat said sitting down on the couch with some of the members of the wedding party.

I give both of my boys a kiss on the cheek and head down to the bridal suite. As I open the door I am overwhelmed with just how beautiful Lily looked. I start to tear up again. “No ma’am. I just got Mom to quit crying don't you start,” she laughs turning around to hug me. “You look stunning Lily girl,” I gush squeezing her. Annabelle came up and hugged me when I pulled away from her daughter.

“Your dad said you wanted me,” I ask still hugging Anna. “Yeah. So I wanted you to do something for me. But you have to promise you won’t cry okay,” her words scare me a little. “Of course sweetie,” I say looking between her and one of my closest friends. Anna smiles and walks over to the closet. “So I knew I wanted you to help me get ready today, but you had to supervise Rowan. Which is understandable,” she laughs grabbing the box from her mom.

“Not only are you one of my favorite people in the world, in a few hours you will be my mother-in-law. So will you pin my veil on for me with Mom,” she asks teary-eyed. I laugh and nod my head, letting my tears fall. She sends me a toothy grin, the one she inherited from Mat. “Of course I would,” I smile helping Anna place it on her head. “I couldn’t have been more lucky to have my baby marry into such a good family,” Anna smiles at me as we say goodbye and head out to the seating area. “Neither could I. Rowan couldn’t have better in-laws,” I say as we meet up with our husbands.

Never did I think all those years ago that our lives would end up like this. All those nights spent crying over Mat to Tito led us here. With my son marrying his daughter. We all get in the order and begin to walk down the aisle. T and I on either side of Rowan walk down and sit next to Anna. The rest of the wedding party files in and then the music starts. We all rise and turn around to see Mat and Lily.

After giving her a kiss on the head Mat joined us on the row sliding in next to his wife. “Now I understand you two have written your own vows,” the official says gesturing towards Rowan. He clears his throat and joins hands with Lily.

“Okay here goes. Lily, I love you more than anything in this entire world, even hockey,” he says earning some laughs from the crowd. “When I was two Mom and Dad brought me to the hospital. I had no idea why the baby everyone was gushing about was such a big deal, until I met you. Even at two, I guess I knew you were it for me. When Mat sat down with me and helped me hold you I said you were my baby. Obviously, at that time, I didn’t know, but now I do. You have always been my baby and I promise to love you forever Lily,” he finishes and sniffles are heard all around the room.

“Rowan. I always said that if I could find love as pure as my parents or yours, I didn’t want to fall in love. Growing up and seeing how much they cared for each other just helped me realize even more that you are it for me. You have literally always been in my life, from chasing you around the playground to getting jealous when other girls wore your number at high school hockey games, to you finally growing a pair and asking me out right before graduation. I love you with everything I have Rowan Beauviller,” she says and Rowan wipes a stray tear.

The rest of the ceremony rushes by in a blur and I find myself sitting in a chair watching the two newlyweds laughing and dancing. “Who would have thought after all these years we would be at a wedding for our kids,” Mat says sitting down next to me. I laugh and nod. “I know. All of that crazy mess in our twenties led us to right now,” I smile and reach out and grab his hand. “I wouldn’t change a thing,” he says watching them. “Me either,” I smile at him.

I really did owe Mathew Barzal my life. Not only was he the greatest friend I could ask for, he made all of this happen. He introduced me to the love of my life and got us together. And then our kids were born. The two fell in love and now it was all due to Mat, and him breaking my heart that night. I would go through all of that pain a million times over if I knew that everything would turn out just like it did now.

#nycbaby21works #nhl imagine #vancouver canucks #new york islanders

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shadowbriar · 3 months

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Shadowbriar's 2024 Valentine's Project

Hello, lovely people!

To celebrate the month of Love I will be accepting special request as my Valentine's project. I will start to post pieces for this project on the 14th of February. The requests I've received prior to this announcement will not be included as part of Shadowbriar's 2024 Valentine's Project.

Prompt ideas will be listed below should you find troubles finding a starting point but if you have your own ideas I would love to work and craft it with you. Don't be shy to send me your request and give as much details as you'd like. Characters are not limited to the ones I've written so just send me your requests!

A N G S T

"You know there will come a time where this wouldn't be enough, don't you?"

"Why are you telling me this? Why now? Why not before?"

"I'm sorry I broke our sacred law, but I love you."

"We accept the love we think we deserve." "And what does that mean? I am not deserving of you?"

"If only my memory was shot."

"That's the problem, isn't it? It's not that I didn't try hard enough or did I make a mistake, it's just that I'm not her/him."

"You know, what? I give up. I can't do this anymore." "About time, don't you think?"

"That's where you're wrong. I don't need you and I certainly don't love you."

"All I wanted was you."

"I love you." "I know."

"Don't look at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you're going to throw this wedding away for me."

"I love you, but I'm letting go."

"I think we need to address what's happening between us." "Don't. If we talk about it then we have to admit it's happening."

"We're wasting each other's time."

"I don't want to beg. Please don't make me beg for you."

F L U F F

"I wish people kiss like how it is in movies." "You don't like the way I kiss you?"

"Does your arm ever feel numb whenever I sleep on it?" "Does your lips ever get tired whenever I kiss it?"

"Tell me when you get home." "How can I? My home is literally you."

"I'll always have time for you, Love."

"I'm very tired. Do you mind running your hand through my hair till I fall asleep?"

"Are you.. Proposing?" "Shit, yeah I should've done that instead."

"Please, can I just have five minutes of silence?" "Five minutes? Do you hate me or something?"

"I miss you. I think I might die." "I've only been gone for an hour." "AN HOUR?! That's it, I'm coming to get you. It's been too long."

"That was such a shitty kiss." "Ouch. Redo, then?"

"So do you want to be the small spoon or the big one?"

"Yikes, I can actually see that you love me." "And that's a bad thing?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"You can choose whatever from the wardrobe. My perfume is by the bedside table if you need more of my scent."

"Can we just stay in bed? You're warm."

"Thank you." "That's it? No kisses? No hugs? Have I been demoted to be a colleague?"

N E U T R A L

"Rock, paper, scissors?"

"No sugar, please."

"You stink." "And you're daft, but you don't see me complaining, do you?"

"I'm cold and hot at the same time."

"Oh, I don't like that look." "You never like how I look."

"True." "True?! Are you mad?"

"Is this a prank?"

"I'm in pain." "Shut up, it barely leaves a mark."

"I'm not helping, am I?"

"If I were tea, would you be sugar or honey? There's only one right answer."

"One more time. Louder this time."

"You have insurance, right?"

"My arms are numb."

"I like this. We should do this more often."

"I don't want to boost your ego but you did really well."

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atla-fandom-confessions · 1 year

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“Real Aang stans know that he isn’t perfect and he doesn’t have to be. No one in atla are perfect people. The reason I think people are so quick to defend are because he’s constantly demonized (we all know by who) for years. You just see it a lot more now than ever before.”

Nah, bestie. Criticizing =/= Demonizing, though admittedly some fans do go to that extreme and need to seriously chill.

We’re just tired of the Nice Guy with Entitlement Issues who’s the literal Author Avatar of his creators who clearly never got over their unrequited high school crushes not liking them back.

We’re tired of said Nice Guy being placed on a pedestal and treated like he can do no wrong, even though in canon it’s shown that he:

-disrespects his future wife’s culture

-goofs off when his allies including said future wife’s father gives himself up as a war prisoner.

(Sure he’s overwhelmed but them showing he’d rather fly around dicking off instead just leaves a bad taste in one’s mouth. Even though you’d think that if he cared so much about Katara he’d take it more seriously, considering that’s his future father in law.)

- gives up learning the Avatar State aka a necessary part of fulfilling his responsibility to the world and nearly dooms everyone because of what happens in Ba Sing Se and it’s treated as something romantic

- always runs away from his responsibilities even in the finale and it’s never resolved

-forces two unwanted kisses on a girl (and the stans flip their shit when it’s suggested, “hey, not a good luck there buddy”)

-gets pissed off when it’s suggested by ACTORS IN A PROPAGANDA PIECE AKA OBVIOUSLY MEANT TO BE BIASED that she may not reciprocate his romantic feelings without even sitting down to have a conversation.

(Because how dare she not reciprocate his feelings? What a bitch, am I right? /s)

- let’s not forget that he lashes out at the girl who he’s willing to give up the Avatar State for even though she’s the one person who’s keeping them alive and has always been his biggest supporter. Yes, he was upset about Appa being stolen, but he’s never shown to apologize even long after he’s calmed down. A simple “I’m sorry for how I yelled at you, Katara” and “there’s nothing to forgive, Aang” then a hug would have been the bare minimum. But nope, can’t have that.

Then when he FINALLY gets the girl, he goes on to be an absent father to 2/3 of his children because they’re not airbenders (even though they carry the same genetics) to the point that his acolytes - aka his disciples if you will - are completely unaware that he even has any other children.

And notice how NOT ONE of those criticisms has to do with shipping Katara with He Who Shall Not Be Named.

Look, we’re not heartless. We know he’s only 12 and has experienced unimaginable loss and does deserve to be hugged for all the awful shit he’s gone through.

But just because he’s suffered the most does not mean he shouldn’t be held accountable.

Nor does that mean fans who criticize shortcomings in his character development are big meanies who demonize your “precious cinnamon roll uwu.”

He’s not the worst character in the world and hell, up until the latter part of S2 he was actually one of my favorites.

But we’re just tired of being treated like WE’RE monsters because we actually hold him accountable and want him to be better (because he IS better), unlike the narrative.

#atla #atla fandom confessions #anti aang #anti kataang

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oxydiane · 2 years

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Sirius clutches the handles of his motorbike harder. His heart races and his mind keeps wandering back to the empty house he had just left. The house Peter was supposed to be hiding in.

He feels ill as he speeds through the night sky, the only thing on his mind getting to Godric's Hollow as fast as possible. He needed to calm his nerves. It couldn't– It couldn't have happened, but he needed to be sure, to check. He was just going to drop by quickly, maybe give James a hug and Harry a kiss on the forehead because Merlin knows what would take for his hands to stop shaking. He grips the handles harder.

He looks at the night sky to get his mind off the destination, the constellations above him and the clouds surrounding him. Being able to recognise the stars and planets embroidered in the dark sky was not a skill he ever particularly liked, no matter how much wonder and amazement it instilled in his friends and peers. Constellations and planets just reminded him of the family he had run away from, but it was familiar, and it was mechanical. So Sirius starts naming all the stars he can recognise to calm the trembling in his hands and the shaking of his breath.

If he felt ill during the flight, the sight that meets him when he lands makes him want to bend over and vomit his late dinner all over the Potters' gate.

The Fidelius has fallen. The house is in ruins. James–

His legs seem to move all by themselves, he makes his way across the front garden in seconds and runs inside. Sirius' voice is stuck in his throat, he wants to scream and call out for his best friend but words aren't coming out. Is he too scared not to hear James call back?

He comes to a full stop in front of the stairs. A distinctive sting from the corner of his eyes and the back of his throat is the only thing that grounds him, because the sight of his best friend laying on the ground, eyes open and lifeless feels like something out of his worst nightmares. It can't be real, it can't.

But it is.

Sirius shakes as he frantically searches for James' pulse, but feels nothing. James' body is still warm.

The crying of a baby pierces through the silence of the night and Sirius thinks he has never been happier to hear that sound. Harry– Harry is alive?

With a shudder, he gets up and rushes to the source of the crying. He feels like vomiting all over again when he sees Lily's body on the floor, her bright green eyes now dull forever. She must still be warm, too.

What he didn't expect to see, though, was Rubeus Hagrid, Hogwarts' Keeper of the Keys, holding a crying Harry with both his big hands. He feels his stomach do a backflip, he needs to take Harry.

'Sirius–' Hagrid speaks, his voice full of emotion. 'I– So sorry–'

Other words attempting comfort must be coming out of his mouth but Sirius can't hear any of them. His eyes are fixed on Harry and how small he looks in Hagrid's hand.

'Hagrid,' he interrupts the half-Giant, 'Give Harry to me, Hagrid, I'm his Godfather, I'll look after him.' His hands twitch, he is desperate.

'Afraid I can' do that,' replies Hagrid and Sirius thinks his heart might have actually shrunken twice in size. 'Dumbledore said Harry was ter go ter his aunt an' uncle's.'

'Dumbledore is not–!' Sirius takes a shaking breath, trying to calm himself down lest he wants to end up yelling and escalating the situation. 'Dumbledore is not his guardian, I am, give him to me, Hagrid.'

'Dumbledore's word's law, yer know that,' Hagrid said simply and Sirius couldn't decide if he wanted to take Harry and make a run for it or take Harry and then blast Hagrid as far as he could. He decided neither would be wise.

'Where do you have to take him?' He changes his approach.

'Somewhere in Surrey, Little Whinging, I reckon.'

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

'Take– Take my motorcycle. Take it and bring Harry there safe.'

'Really?' asks Hagrid, amazed. 'Wouldn't yer need it?'

Sirius shakes his head. Dumbledore still thinks he was James and Lily's Secret Keeper. He is done for.

'I won't need it anymore. Just be sure Harry is safe, please.'

Hagrid gives him a sympathetic smile before patting his back with one of his large hands and leaving.

Sirius is still shaking when he hears the engine roar and the distinctive sound of his motorbike taking off. He makes his way down the stairs and crouches down in front of James' body.

'I'm so sorry, Prongs,' his voice trembles, 'I failed you again.'

He takes James' glasses off and closes his eyelids, the hazel pupils looking at him so devoid of life were making him feel sick. James was never going to look at him again.

Closing the front door, he sits down and takes his head into his hands, mind racing. James was gone, Lily was gone, and Harry was gone. Harry was gone. Dumbledore would do him in and lock him up in Azkaban. Would Azkaban really be that much worse than the stinging in his chest and the violent twists in his stomach at that moment?

He can't stop seeing Harry's tiny face, now adorned by a scar and still so fresh in his mind. They wouldn't let him near Harry. They had taken that from him, too.

The end, that is the end. There is nothing left to lose.

Sirius stands up and decides that he doesn't have it in himself to go with grace. He is going to track Peter down and make him pay, even if it kills him.

He's got nothing left to lose.

#quick thing #i think about this a lot #i get so sad #sirius just wanted to take harry #harry potter #sirius black #james potter #lily evans #harry james potter #good godfather sirius black #31 october 1981 #marauders #soo writes #drabble #ficlet #sirius black deserved better #rubeus hagrid #sorry i literally dk how ro write hagrids speech lol

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hollywoodxwhore · 1 year

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wanted (epilogue)

Colson x Original Female Character x Pete

Warnings/Content: Major fluff, kids/pregnancy, Pete & Kells being cute dads

Really short. I just couldn't help myself.

And wanted is COMPLETE!

Ten Years Later

“Can you hurry up? We’re starving,” I say teasingly as I sidle up to Colson. He’s standing over our grill, flipping burgers, but his free arm surrounds my shoulders. He sets the spatula aside and turns to face me.

“We, huh?” He asks, hand going to my swollen belly.

“I’ve told you,” I say, looking up at him. He looks so handsome in his sunglasses, his face tan. “You and Pete make giant babies. Those fuckers make me hungry.”

Colson laughs and bends to kiss me, giving my belly a little rub. “Sorry,” he says with a smile, but I know he isn’t. I’ve never seen the boys prouder than they are of their children, running around and not yet born alike.

I glance out at the yard where Pete has our son James in a swing, making him laugh hard, a laugh that’s identical to Colson’s, just in a higher pitch. He looks like Colson, too, blue eyes and a cheesy smile. Stick skinny.

But Scott, James’s little brother, is just as skinny. They take after their dads. Scott is my bookworm, sitting at the table with his bony knees pulled against his chest, a book propped on top of said knees. He starts first grade in the fall and is already reading at a third grade level. I let go of Colson long enough to drop a kiss on Scott’s head, his hair brown just like Pete’s.

Each time I’ve gotten pregnant, we haven’t bothered to do a paternity test. It doesn’t matter. Colson and Pete are both the father to our children. But as the boys grew from babies to toddlers, it was pretty obvious who came from who. Not that it matters. Colson and Pete love our boys the same, a fierce, protective love that takes my breath away.

I waddle to a chair and take a seat, running my hand over my belly. I can’t wait to see what they’ll be like with a daughter. The protectiveness is only going to get worse, even though I warned them that if they’re those misogynistic dads that won’t let their daughter date, I’ll leave their asses fast. They both assured me they’ll behave, but we’ll see what happens sixteen years from now.

“Mommy!” James is breathless as he bounds onto the deck, and I lift my three year old into my lap.

“Hi honey,” I say, brushing back his sweaty blonde hair.

“I’m hungry,” he says, leaning his head on my chest.

“Tell your daddy that,” I say, and just like that, James is off my lap and has an arm wrapped around Colson’s leg.

Pete chuckles and sits beside me, his hand going to my belly. They can never keep their hands off my belly, either of them, but I don’t mind. It’s just a reminder of how lucky I am to have two dads to help me care for the kids.

“Scotty,” I say. He peeks up above his book. “Time to eat. Put the book away for now, sweetheart.”

Scott pouts but does as he’s told, his little hand slipping an alien bookmark between the pages and setting his book on the table. Colson comes over with James on his shoulders and a platter of burgers.

“Dinner is served,” he says, setting it down. And then, it’s the chaos of making plates for two young boys, then plates for a hungry mom and two very tall dads with big appetites. It’s a good thing Colson grilled a lot of burgers.

The back gate swings open and both boys gasp, wriggling out of their chairs to sprint across the yard, unison squeals of “Aunt Casey!” blurted out as they run to Pete’s sister. She scoops up James and hugs Scott with her other hand. Pete’s mom is close behind with some sort of dessert, and Scott rushes to her. She bends down to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

She comes over and kisses my cheek first, then loves on her son and son-in-law. We consider ourselves spouses even though we aren’t married. Colson fixes Casey and her mom a plate, and as they sit down, the gate opens again, and Casey and Grandma become old news as Nana, my mom, enters the backyard. More shrieks erupt as the boys bombard my mom, this time Scotty making it first to be scooped into her arms. She greets us all lovingly and sits down, Scott in her lap. James runs to Pete’s mom and climbs up into her lap, and then we all start eating.

Colson’s dad passed away five years ago. I know it’s hard for him not to have his dad around, but my mom and Pete’s mom have both taken him under their wings. He’s gained two moms in the process of falling for me and Pete.

As we sit around, enjoying Colson’s grilling and each other’s company, I think back to that day on the couch where I was panicking about what everyone would think. I chuckle to myself when I look at us now, happier than I could’ve ever dreamed.

“What’s funny?” Colson asks, leaning in to kiss me.

“Nothing,” I say, rubbing my hand over my belly.

“You doing okay? Need anything?” Pete asks me.

I lean back in my chair and look around, at my babies sitting with their grandmas, spitting images of their fathers; at my two partners, tan and smiling and so happy; at the big belly that carries our daughter, not yet named.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly, wondering how life could ever be better than this. “Nope,” I say. “Everything is perfect.”

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