#and yes this goes in the main tag cause this is the first time I've drawn pure fanart in a WHILE
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This is the most on-model you will ever catch me drawing of this man
#piers#piers pokemon#pokemon piers#gym leader piers#data log: manda's doodles#and yes this goes in the main tag cause this is the first time I've drawn pure fanart in a WHILE#but yeah like??? bro I can't NOT make his hair fluffy#I do have a version with my piercing headcanons but I'm gonna color that later#punk king of spikemuth#also scheduling this as a morning (my time) post <3#happy friday! woe! piers be upon ye!
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Phil and bagi hcs?
YOU HAVE JUST ENABLED A MONSTER.
I AM SO ABNORMAL ABOUT THESE TWO.
Also these will apply to AMFMN!! Because SURPRISE, if no one has checked the fic tags, her name is listed as a main character. ;) She'll be arriving in Chapter 6!! :D
I cannot fucking WAIT to expand upon their dynamic, which is funny because by the time Bagi shows up, Phil is possessed so it won't be exploration through direct interactions until the recovery period waaay later in the fic. Nonetheless it'll be hype! :D
qPhil headcanons masterlist
Phil is a member of the "Bagi can do whatever she wants forever" club. He supports her rights and wrongs and fully believes she could kick his ass no matter how unbalanced of a fight it'd be in his favor (disclaimer I don't actually know Bagi's exact pvp skill level 🤔)
Bagi is a member of the "God I want Phil to take me on a flight some day, I am so sad his wings are fucked up" club. (She would probably be terrified /pos)
I don't know what it is about their friendship but I feel like Bagi is so much more attuned to the way Phil thinks than the average islander. I guess I'd say it's because of how perceptive she is in general, especially with how she's a detective? Whatever it is, Bagi just has this talent for reading Phil like a damn book. And she won't hesitate to call him on his bullshit either. She's much like Fit in that regard. Crow man can't hide SHIT
Like fr if Phil ever gave Bagi reason to be concerned the first thing she'd do is start cornering those closest to him and either ask what's up or be like "hey Phil's on some shit rn, we gotta go force him to confess whatever stupid shit he's shouldering on his own and bottling up"
Phil has definitely been whacked with the frying pan for not venting and acting like he has to brave the horrors alone btw. Bagi's the type of friend that'll kick your fucking ass if you're not self-caring or being mean to yourself. (I am projecting LMAO)
Bagi isn't as Holy Shit We Could Die Any Second about things as Phil, but they're both very protective people, which can manifest in very volatile ways when they're hurt or angered by something (ie: Feds). I would not want to experience their individual wraths simultaneously.
Bagi is one of the top people Phil shows his gift giving love language to. Be it resources she needs, pictures he's taken of her/Em/Tina or of weird island shit, the means to complete cookie tasks, etc. She's one of the first in mind.
GOD Phil wants her to teach him how to wield a frying pan so badly. He's an excellent swordsman and bowman, but PAN?? The enjoyment he'd get out of it would be infinite, he'd love to be kicking ass while getting a laugh out of it bc pan go BONG when it hits a motherfucker.
If one needs something the other says yes no hesitation. They might ask each other a couple questions, but as soon as they have 100% clarity, they trust each other with the rest and know that if something goes wrong, whoever is present at the time will unleash hell on the person or monster that caused it.
I've somewhat already hinted at it but GOD the mutual admiration they have for each other!! Their wits and way with words, their natural sense of leadership, their determination to defend what they believe in, what they think is right, and the people they love, their specific expertise, the list goes on. They just think the other is so fucking cool and brilliant.
Tbh I think in the right circumstances they'd teach each other some lowkey fucked up tricks they have up their sleeves. Like Bagi giving Phil insight on manipulating people into giving the answers you're looking for by asking the right carefully worded questions, or Phil teaching Bagi the best spots to hit/hurt a person/mob to really do some damage just purely as a "hey if you ever find yourself in a Situation, here's a tip" thing
I don't know how better to show this without explicitly saying it: These two are not the other's fucking caretaker. Phil is not Bagi's father figure and Bagi is not Phil's mother figure. Yes, they can scold each other when the other is doing something dumb (cough, 7 hcs ago, cough). Friends do that. They support each other and call each other on their bs. That is not parenting, that's being a good friend. And they are to each other.
On that note, it hasn't come up too much yet but when shit sucks (like when the eggs were lost or lost lives), they're good at distracting each other. But like without halting the process of dealing with their emotions. If they're sad, they'll be sad together, but they're good at picking the right conversation topics to lighten the mood. If they're mad, they'll be mad together, and they'll plan what to do about it with each other.
I think I've sorta demonstrated it well enough in a couple of these hcs already but AUGH, they're just. So on the same page with each other almost all the time. And when they aren't, they're so good at giving each other perspectives they didn't think of before. Which, I don't mean to compare Bagi to her brother here, but is also how Phil and Cellbit can be with each other too; though they've somewhat fallen out of that sync post-Purgatory. The way the Mystery Siblings are so on the same wavelength as Phil makes me so *slams fist on desk*
Phil is normally a very Just Vibin' kinda guy but Bagi can get him into some really deep intellectual conversations sometimes and it's so 🍿🍿🍿 to watch
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🫶😑 and 🧸 for the octoquartet?
Thank you, Lilian!
🫶: Who ended up falling first? Which of them actually realized that they’d fallen in love first?
Okay, so Azul and the tweels were already dating before they began dating Finn. For that, the tweels both fell for Azul first, but Azul realised he was in love with them first (in his odd Azul way).
When Finn came around, Floyd fell first, then the other two shortly after. Finn... he greatly admired Azul before their boot camp/coming to NRC. You could say he had a little puppy crush on him before it began blossoming into love. Falling for the tweels as well took him by surprise. He realised he was in love first out of the four of them.
😑: How easily do they get jealous, and how do they handle it?
Finn doesn't get jealous easily, mostly because he cares so little for most others fjfudkddkkd. He kinda just ignores the feeling, or goes to one of his partners and stays by them for awhile. The person he's jealous of could never be in such close quarters with them, after all.
Azul... he does get jealous pretty easily. It's those insecurities, still buried deep down, that claw it's way to the surface when he sees somebody else getting too cozy with one of his boyfriends. Even if it's one of their partners, and that's when it's incredibly difficult to deal with.
Azul just works and hopes it goes away or makes snarky comments at whoever he's jealous of, smirking at them as he does so. He reminds himself of his own achievements, of how he's smarter, more powerful, and more attractive. He's not that snivelling child anymore. He has no need for petty things like jealousy! (He goes out on more dates, too, lol)
Floyd, funnily enough, doesn't really get jealous at all? Clingy, yes, but not jealous. He doesn't bother with it. Besides, he knows none of his bfs would just abandon him.
Jade is the middle ground between Azul and Finn. He gets jealous of the others don't spend as much time with him as usual, or if they show more interest in someone else's things than his own. He gets petty, and for a guy with a deep voice, he sure can whine. "Oh darling... I've been feeling so lonely. You won't go study with X, would you?" He demands more quality time and probably finds some way of messing with who's causing his jealousy.
🧸: Would they want to have kids together? If so, what are their kid(s) like? How are they as parents?
It is a decision they would all have to agree on together, of course, but possibly! They would still be perfectly happy childless, and they don't see as something that "must" happen in the future. It's more of an option worth considering.
They don't care if their possible children are adopted or biological, so even if these kinds don't have magic or their (well, Finn and Azul's tbh) level of power, they will be such clever, mischevious little bastards. They would be adept at getting the maximum benefit from any situation as well as turning people on their heads. And if you have a problem? Please do take it up with their dads, I'm sure they would love to hear what you have to complain about.
I think the octoquartet would be very... interesting parents. They probably spoil their kids, but not too badly. They're not all that strict, apart from Azul, I suppose, and their main focus is ensuring their little one(s) is happy, healthy, and successful in whatever they want to do. Chaos reigns forever in that household, and I think they would be happy to make deals with their children lol. (For example, I'll show you how to make a potion if you xyz)
Sorry this was super long fjfkgk
Tagging: @elenauaurs @distant-velleity @krenenbaker @the-banana-0verlord @kitwasnothere @boopshoops @cyanide-latte @cynthinesia @jovieinramshackle @krenenbaker @theleechyskrunkly
#quinn quips#quinn answers#quinn's friends#lilian#finn clearcove#azul ashengrotto#floyd leech#jade leech#octavinelle#twisted wonderland#twst oc#oc x canon#oc ask game
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The Heist (Chapter 1)
This is the first chapter of our fan fiction game. Please read the Preface first to see how it works.
This is the first time that I publish anything. So please be nice 😅
Here we go!
As I am leaving the office, exhausted from a day of utterly pointless meetings, I wave to the security guard. Occasionally, I pretend like everything is normal and stop by her desk for some office gossip. Today is not that day.
Following my Wednesday ritual, I grab some street food and stroll towards a closeby park, where I flop down on my favorite bench. Though, instead of reading I look around aimlessly, watching people as they go about their lives, business as usual. Children are playing, moms are chatting nearby. A few teenagers hanging out, blasting music. A couple walks by arm-in-arm.
My mind wanders to the events of the last couple of months. I've stayed in contact with the group but the texts and calls became less and less as they are settling into their new normal. Jessy and I are planning for her to visit soon. Dan might tag along.
I glance at my phone. No new messages. Still no signs from him. The radio silence is deafening. I take a deep breath, fighting back the tears. Did he make it out of the mine okay? Did he go into hiding again? Was he arrested? "No news is good news. No news … is … good news." I whisper my new mantra.
Suddenly I feel watched. I look around but can not pinpoint the cause of the uneasy feeling, but it is growing. So I grab my bag, throw away the food container and get going. Noone seems to be paying attention to me but I still can't shake the feeling of being followed. As I am about to leave the park and turn towards the bustlig main street, a dark SUV comes to a halt right in front of me, tyres screeching. Where the fuck did this come from?, I think, taking a step back to get away from the car. But I am not getting far. The last thing I notice is me colliding with someone standing right behind me.
Then the world goes dark.
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I regain conciousness in a small room sitting on an uncomfortable chair at a metal desk. What the hell? While I am still scoping out my surroundings, a door opens and two men in suits walk in. The first one drops a stack of papers on the table and sits down opposite of me, while the other one takes position behind me.
"MC Davis, I am agent Michaels. This is my colleague Agent Wilson. I assume you know why we brought you here?"
"Brought?", I reply. "More like kidnapped!" I recognize the man sitting in front of me as part of the couple I saw in the park earlier.
"Yes, I admit our methods might appear unconventional. But this was to ensure your saftety. We will explain this a little later."
"Story of my life", I mumble. A little louder: "Why am I here?"
"You, Miss Davis, are being charged for obstruction of justice and hacking into private cloud documents of a Miss Hannah Donfort."
Shit!, is the only thing I can think. I did not see that one coming. I should have, but I didn't. I open my mouth but fail to form a response. But nothing comes to mind.
Agent Michaels continues: "Now, today is your lucky day. We are prepared to offer you a deal." He picks up a stack of papers and shifts them towards me. "All charges will be dropped and you walk out of here a free woman in exchange for your support in the ongoing investigation of…"
"Let me stop you right there!", I interrupt him furiously. "There is no way in hell I'd help you catch Jake. Forget it! Also, I want a lawyer."
Now the other one, Agent Wilson, chimes in from behind me: "You don't have to worry your pretty head about that one." He grabs my arm and drags me off the chair and towards the wall he had just been leaning against. There is a window I hadn't noticed before. I can now see into the adjoining room, which is a mirror image of the one I am being held in. A man sits at the table in the other room, hunched over a stack of papers very similar to the one I was just presented with. "We've already got him.", Wilson chuckles. I didn't need any further explanation to realize that this is indeed Jake, despite never having seen him in person. I notice that his hands are not only cuffed but also bandaged. He looks exhausted. It breaks my heart seeing him like this.
Refusing to tear up infront of them, I shoot a hateful look back at the two agents. "I don't understand. What do you want from me?"
Agent Michaels is taking over again: "In short, the two of you will be tasked to infiltrate the private residence of a known Cyber Terrorist to locate and obtain evidence that will be instrumental in his arrest. Once this is accomplished, both of you will have to disappear, courtesy of our witness protection programme, until the target is prosecuted and put away for good. All charges against the both of you will be waived and you will be free to go, assuming, of course, that you will refrain from any further criminal activities in the future."
"You must be joking…", I reply. Agent Michaels leans back in his chair, takes out a pen from his pocket and holds it towards me. "Whenever you are ready."
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D.U.D.E Part 17 - She Drives Me Crazy (Set in 2021)
Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.
Chapter 1: here Chapter 2: here Chapter 3: here Chapter 4: here Chapter 5: here Chapter 6: here Chapter 7: here Chapter 8: here Chapter 9: here Chapter 10: here Chapter 11: here Chapter 12: here Chapter 13: here Chapter 14: here Chapter 15: here Chapter 16: here
Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16 @janetreader
Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.
The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.
Kirby's P.O.V:
Eddie and Kirby had gone back to Jacksonville, Eddie keeps Kirby next to him at all times. He's going to the gym, she's by his side; he's going out with his friends, he brings her along; he has to go into work, she's there with him backstage.
January had come and gone. As had February, the couple spending Valentine's day in Miami, Eddie watched Kirby get two new tattoos, the first two on her legs, a Yankees symbol on her inner right thigh, and the phrase 'Let's cause a little trouble' on her inner left thigh.
March comes next, Eddie has a promo at the end of Dynamite on the 10th.
Kirby wakes up early, running her hands over her bump, and then looking at Eddie. He's still fast asleep, and completely nude, she gives him a gentle kiss before going to do her morning routine.
"Ya big for a lil' dude, ain't ya." She murmurs as she looks at her belly, side-on in the mirror, "I think auntie Renee might be right when she says there's more than one of ya."
"Are you talkin' to yourself, Ma?" Eddie asks when he walks in the bathroom.
"Actually, mr loverman, I was talkin' to the bump."
"Our little man, soon ya belly's gonna be as big as my dad's."
"Eddie, we still have a few months before that, so, not soon."
"I'm sorry Doll, I know, I shouldn't tease my beautiful, pregnant wife." He smiles softly, pulling Kirby into a gentle hug and his lips soon finding their way to hers.
"So, Kingy, you thought of what ya gonna tell Damien tonight? How badly will he need to ice his ego, from the whiplash of that talented tongue of yours, my darling?"
"You'll know as soon as I've thought of it, Mama. But I assure ya, he'll be needing help, if he thinks he'll be gettin' you away from me, Mrs Kingston." Eddie smirks as he backs Kirby against the shower wall.
Eddie trains with Kirby by his side, caressing her stomach whenever he takes a break, he watches her hum along to her music as she watches him train. The show goes off without a hitch, Tony makes sure to let Eddie's promo take place with enough time before they go off the air.
"Cut my music, cut it!" Eddie hollers, walking with Kirby by his side through the tunnel and out into the ring, "Look at who I got, look at this beauty." He makes Kirby do a spin for the cameras, showing off her black and orange dress (made to mirror Eddie's ring gear), "All mine. True, I had to go out searchin' for her, and true, it's not as easy as the movies make it look. But I got my true love to return to me," He smirks, pulling Kirby into a gentle kiss, and showing their rings to the camera, "the beautiful Mrs Kingston, my lady. You know what she told me, when I went searchin' for her, she told me, 'Eddie," Kingston starts doing an impression of Kirby, "I ran because I finally got free of him. I ran because he lost control over me. I ran because I didn't want you... Eddie, I didn't want you to get hurt.' Of course I told her, it's okay, I get hurt all the time. But the way she looked at me," Eddie holds Kirby close to him, "I knew I needed to protect her... I knew deep down it was time to start a war with 'him'. You may be askin' who is 'he', oh brotha," He smirks and chuckles lowly, "you already know who you are." He growls, snarling at the camera, "Oh, and uh, this Mad King may be the last of a dying breed, but one day I'll have my own, what's that word you used, Princess?"
"Brood, Kingy." She smiles softly.
"I love the way you say it." Eddie smirks, kissing Kirby roughly.
Eddie's about to lead Kirby to the back when Damien's laughter can be heard, deep and demonic. Kirby attempts to push Eddie away but he holds her tighter. FUCK! Is all that Kirby has time to think before they get showered in fake blood, or at least she hopes it's fake blood.
Eddie's face is red with rage when they get backstage, "Where the fuck is Tony Khan!?"
Kirby rushes to his side, placing his hands against the baby bump, and caressing his face, "Eddie, calm, focus and breathe."
Eddie's bright green eyes lock with Kirby's ocean blues, he breathes a deep sigh of relief, "I still have you and I still have the baby. I know, I know... but Damien needs to pay for what he's done to you, and whatever he did to get that blood."
Tony rushes over, "What happened?"
"Damien's blood bathed us," Kirby explains, "I don't know where he blood, how he got it, or even if it's fake or pig's blood. But what he just did, means this is a war, so I may not be able to fight, but Eddie is, Moxley is, there are many men who would be willing to stand, and fight against that false King."
Eddie lets Kirby talk, keeping one hand on her stomach as he dials Mox's number with the other.
"Tony, I need you to allow me to bring my family over here, the men at least, just to stand against Damien, we won't fight unless you allow us to. You have my word, an ancestral King's honour."
"Call whoever you need to, if Damien's willing to go behind my back and do this, I don't know just how far he's willing to go." Tony nods, giving Kirby a nervous smile.
"Thank you, boss, I would shake your hand, but I an covered in blood."
"That's okay, you two go get washed up, and have a good evening. I'll see what I can do."
Eddie's still pissed after they both shower off. He's still fuming when Moxley joins them at a local diner. Kirby lets Renee sit next to her, Kirby's hair still tinted pink from the blood, the two women smile softly at each other, practically each other's sister-in-law.
"Eddie stop it, if I hear you growl one more time, I will spend the rest of tonight putting your mouth to a better use." Kirby grumbles.
Eddie smirks and raises an eyebrow in response, "Oh really?"
"Yes, really, you've been growlin' for like half an hour now, and it's startin' to annoy me, I love ya, but shush for a moment so I can think."
"Sorry, Ma, I'm just... ya know."
"I know, Papi, I'm also pissed off at Damien." She reaches over the table, holding his hand.
"Ya don't look it." Eddie mumbles.
"Because I'm planning on how to go about, closing Damien in, and executing him." Kirby growls.
Eddie's eyes light up and Jon groans and looks away.
"I'll get up, so will Renee, and then you can fuck Kirby in the bathroom, how's that for a plan?" Jon suggests.
"Nah, she's only just started talkin' dirty." Eddie grins.
"Keep it in ya pants, Edward, we have our first ultrasound tomorrow, I wanna be awake for it."
"Ultrasound? As in we get to see the baby?" Eddie asks softly
"Baby or babies," Renee notes, "given how big Kirby's bump is already, there's more than one in there."
"Don't spook Eddie, he's had a hard enough day." Kirby chuckles softly.
"If there's more than one, I hope one's a boy and one's a girl. A little me and a little Kirby." Eddie smiles gently.
"If there's more than one, there's a few possibilities, at the low end with twins, we could have two boys, two girls, or one of each, but then there's multiples like triplets, or quadruplets, up to, what, like eight?"
Renee nods, both of the girls giggling quietly as both men go pale.
"Eight... in one..." Mox bites his fist, "that's gotta fucking hurt."
"They made, God, either a documentary or a show about the lady who had eight kids." Kirby murmurs.
"God, three at the most, please." Eddie whispers, kissing the crosses on his rosaries.
"Yeah, three at the most, so Eddie has to help me put my shoes on, every day when I'm six to nine months pregnant."
"I'll help you, in any way that I can, Ma."
The group orders and eats, Kirby makes sure she pays the bill.
When they head back to the hotel, Eddie's listing off his ideas for how to get back at Damien.
The following morning (Thursday 11th March) Kirby gets ready for the day, before waking Eddie up, making him breakfast. He keeps his arms wrapped around her waist, from behind, as she cooks, softly humming as they sway, side to side.
"Baby, it's yours, all yours, if you want it tonight," Kirby starts singing softly, realising the song Eddie's humming, "I'll give you the red light special, all through the night."
"God, I love you, my Celtic Queen." Eddie whispers against her neck, kissing between her shoulder blades.
"You better love me, I'm making you breakfast when all I wanna do, is go to sleep." She smirks.
"But ya the best chef in the world, and ya love me and..." Eddie's voice trails off as he slides his hand down her side, Kirby swats his arm away when he reaches the front of her sweatpants, "oww, c'mon, Ma, really?"
"Yes, really, no sex until after the ultrasound, ya goon." She reminds him, plating up the food, bacon, eggs and toast.
"Thought you were only makin' me bacon and eggs?"
"The toast is so I can steal it when you inevitably get up to smoke."
"Inevita... what?"
"Inevitable. Certain to happen, unavoidable, inescapable, for sure. Like war, or taxes, or death." She explains, her tone soft-spoken, earning a nod of understanding from Eddie.
"Inevitable, like you stealin' my toast every mornin'?" He teases, smirking and winking at her.
"You fuckin' let me, you goofball," Kirby tries to avoid Eddie but gets pulled into a hug, "nope, no kisses for the idiot, no" She chuckles softly, before giving in and letting Eddie dip her into a kiss.
Eddie finishes his breakfast and slides the leftover toast to Kirby, letting her eat it, as he goes out on the back porch to smoke, the first cigarette of the day. She finishes the toast as he finishes his cigarette, he grabs the keys for their rental car and drives them to the clinic, letting Kirby lead him, to where they're supposed to be.
Kirby takes in how the nurses and doctors smile at her, and then gain a look of confusion and concern on their faces upon seeing Eddie. He's probably doing his usual grumpy face, whenever we're out in public, and Eddie doesn't want to be around people, out comes grumpy Eddie. She looks at her husband, and sure as the sun is a ball of fire, Eddie's got a grumpy look on his face.
"Edward." Kirby whisper-yells.
"Yea, Wifey?"
"Take that grumpy ass look off ya handsome fuckin' face, ya scarin' people."
"What? Babe, you know what I'm like... Doll, don't make me smile at everyone."
"I'm not sayin' that, you've got your mask on, ya can drop the mean muggin'."
Eddie nods, adjusting his Yankees cap and giving Kirby a soft smile, his features softening slightly when he attempts a neutral expression. Kirby pulls him close, and hugs him for a moment, the tension in her shoulders giving away how nervous she is.
"Sweetheart, it's okay, we're here to see our baby, not for anythin' else. A'ight, Ma?" He murmurs, rubbing her arms until she pulls away.
She wipes a few tears from her eyes, "I'm okay, it's okay. I'll be alright, just gimme a sec."
"Mr and Mrs Moore?" A nurse asks as she approaches the couple.
"Yea, that's us." Eddie nods
"Come with me please, your appointment is in room two-zero-five."
Kirby and Eddie follow the nurse, Kirby clinging to Eddie's arm, and Eddie unconsciously going back to his grumpy look.
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20 questions writer meme.
THANKYOUUU @crimsonrainseekingflower FOR TAGGING ME!! <33
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
92!?!?!?!?!?!!?!?!??! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?!?!?!?!!?
2. What's your total AO3 word count?
409,439 i feel a little lightheaded tbh
3. What fandoms do you write for?
erm a lot of them LMFAO but my main fandoms are star wars, mxtx novels, one piece, and then supernatural once in a while
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
The Pros and Cons of Keeping Wei Wuxian's Spirit Hostage - hua cheng keeping wwx's spirit safe during the time he was dead, 12k words, 4.5k kudos (this is insane)
there's a STALKER in the CLOUD RECESSES??? - hualian adopts wei wuxian and raises him, he goes to cloud recesses and causes trouble :3c, 5.7k words, 2.7k kudos (this is also insane to me)
sun beneath the sea - merman wangxian au i wrote for the mdzs reverse bang! 19.2k words, 1k kudos (this is slightly less insane)
Jin Ling and the No Good Very Bad Terrible Year of Cloud Recesses Bullshit - my first mdzs fic! 2.9k words, 912 kudos (thank you?!?!?!)
a kiss with a helmet is better than none - omg the first non mdzs fic on this list LOL, this was a short dinluke fic i wrote when i first got really back into star wars. 1.1k words, 911 kudos (LOVE U GUYS!!!)
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
i do usually within the first two days! after that i tend to either get too busy and feel bad responding to comments super late or i just plain forget ;A; but i read every comment and they mean the absolute world to me!! i'm trying to get better at responding but it really isn't my strong suit.....
6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
this is a tie imo between the precipice from my skywalker palindrome series (i prommy i will upload another installment.....eventually), and Star Light, Star Bright (which is about apollo dreaming of clay while he's in the hospital for the courtroom bombing)
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
in my personal opinion it's gotta be No One Lives Forever, my deancas big bang - it was a labor of love, and also how much i wish certain plot lines could have been wrapped up more properly!
8. Do you get hate on fics?
occasionally i get a comment telling me they didn't expect my fics to be full of "gay shit" but i think those comments are mostly funny, like, bestie this is the gay shit fanfic website. but once in a while people will bookmark my fics with fairly negative comments/judgements and that's just like.......why make that public????
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
hehe. i love writing smut. idk what "kind" this would be but i tend to gravitate towards silly weird sweet kinda kinky sex???
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
i do write crossovers! i haven't in a while (unless you count mxtx novel crossovers which only half count imo LOL) but i think the craziest one i've ever posted is the star wars/animorphs one that is unfinished and will probably remain unfinished for a long time ;~;
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
i know i've definitely had elements of my fics show up in other people's work before but it's not something i keep track of these days, i don't have a lot of time to read fic ^^;; however a few months ago i did find some podcasters had read my fic aloud and commented on it and put it up on the free tier of their patreon??? they said really nice things about it which was a shocker but i feel my insides curdling whenever someone reads my ao3 username out loud HAHAHA
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
i have had them translated a few times! i think pros and cons has a translation or two floating around, and i thiiink? some fics from skywalker palindrome have been translated? i know someone asked and it took me a few days to reply to tell them yes (again, terrible at replying, that's my bad)
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
not exactly a singular fic but i love co-writing series together with my bestie!!!
14. What's your all-time favorite ship?
AAUUUGH YOU CAN'T ASK ME THAT. I CAN'T ANSWER. but i did one time listen to wangxian.mp3 about fifty times in one day, recently
15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?
so many.
if i HAD to pick one, i guess i'd say....the straight up 10k of twilight au moshang i have hiding in my google docs. maybe i will just post what i have and leave it at that one day because that was a lot of work to never share it LMFAO
16. What are your writing strengths?
dialogue, visual description, characterization
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
FINISHING THE DAMN THING. both in terms of actually sticking to a fic long enough to finish it, and also the concept of endings as a whole.
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
i don't think i've personally done it, but if i needed to i'd like to make sure it's accurate, readable, and translatable for someone who doesn't read the language.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
i actually can get a link to it if fanfic dot net is still working!! (spoiler alert: it is...for now!)
anyways, the first fic i wrote/published was for the lost boys. it hardly counts as a fic bc it's more like a meme that was going around at the time on ff.net, which was a "you've seen [x media] way too many times if...!" list of in-jokes. here it is. and if you want to look at some of my other extremely old stuff i wrote over ten years ago, be my guest i guess! fair warning a lot of it is not great!
20. Favorite fic you've written?
i know this is cheating but i have to say i think my favorite fic i've worked on is the skywalker palindrome as a whole. it's a series of fics but they work together to tell a story that remains an open-ended tragedy. we know where anakin ends up. luke knows who anakin becomes. and it seems like nothing luke can do will turn anakin away from that path. this is the rare situation where i actually have a very clear idea of how it all ends, and i just need to write my way there - which is going to take quite a while QAQ
tag time!!! @deusexvalerate GET TAGGED!!!!!
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I should start tagging my asks. Back on the forums, I never really agreed with you, but I did have a grudging respect for you. I'm worried that you're getting threats from moderators, especially as you're the most reliable source of information we have right now. You likely can't say much, but I would expose what you can safely. There's plenty of us that want to leave because of this mess. - MM
I'm at a point where I'm not going to hide things any longer. I kept a lot of things private over the years to protect the community, but things have reached a point where the only hope left is telling people what really happened.
For example, a lot of people have me shit for moderating Danni when I know her. Except I literally had direct permission from both Tim and Heather to moderate her due to the unique circumstances of her situation when she first joined the forums.
The truth is, she shouldn't have had an account at all, but I used a loophole in the law and one in NaNo's own ToS to get around that.
The thing is though, I actually only moderated directly on the forums 3 times.
The first was a situation where she was mass angry reacting to a bunch of posts because she didn't like the way a user was treating me.
The second time was a similar situation actually.
The third? That's the one in April that sent people over the edge. And Marya only half-assed acknowledged her screwup at the time.
The truth on that one was that had Letitia and Marya been properly informed of things that would never have been an issue. Marya just jumped on he gun and started kissing asses without making sure she had all the facts. That's actually one of the main reasons I didn't trust her and had no respect for her. The fact she also forbid the mods from doing their jobs for days in December 2022 didn't help that either.
And yes, seriously. We were literally forbidden for days from acting on actual violations including the many outright personal attacks users were making against Samma_Jaye. They only started allowing us to moderate that thread when I and a couple of the other mods started flagging every guidelines violation no matter how small it was.
In fact Marya hated me because I was the one moderator who wouldn't let her bully them. I called her out many times on her behavior and the problems her idiotic policy changes were causing.
And all the moderators actually agreed with me about it but were too afraid of losing their mod positions if they said anything.
And now that I've said that, I know a lot of people have been talking about leaving including several MLs. In fact I've been getting private communications from several who wanted me to help them setup their own forums separate from NaNoWriMo. I refused at the time, but with recent events I'm actually regretting that.
The very sad truth is that it may not be optional much longer because now I have been provided some information that proves NaNoWriMo staff were aware that participants were actively stalking Danni and myself online which means we both have legal cases against the organization if we choose to pursue them.
I, naturally, have a much stronger case than she does, but mostly due to a critical detail that is going to piss a lot of people off when it becomes public.
Right now, Danni is pursuing a less extreme option that might cost NaNoWriMo the forums but not cause the organization to end up in court and risk losing its tax-exempt status. Because the cold hard truth is that if it goes to court they will likely lose that if not their entire non-profit status.
I don't want it to go that way, but I'm not certain at this point that it's possible to avoid it. If I have to go that route, it's going to hurt.
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it's honestly so great, i really missed being here. home. with the people i love. i spent most of my life here and sometimes, i really miss it and i wish i could've been able to stay here for uni as well. that happens when you live abroad i guess, you long for your home, for your people, for your language, for your culture and your food.
omg you had your birthday?? belated happy birthday 🥺 i hope you had an amazing time with the people you love❤️ i haven't known you for that long, but i really enjoy talking to you and seeing your posts on my notifs. you always manage to bring a smile on my face c:
LMAO NOT THE "you're getting older" message pls😭 i don't know much about the whole situation, but he seems confusing? is he being friendly or is this going to become some sort of casual thing between the two of you? idk if you've ever watched friends, but there's this submarine guy phoebe went out with at some point and basically he resurfaced every 2 years and they had the most amazing time together. so it could be something like thaaaat? or it could be just him being friendly. guys are so confusing honestly😭
ah, i swear, rediscovering things is a whole new experience and i'm sure you'll enjoy it as if it's the first time. i just love it when muscle memory kicks in, cause it feels like "wow i can't believe i remember this" and also "damn it, i AM good" LOL. what type of guitar do you usually play though? classical, acoustic or electric?
ahh, you're welcome. honestly at this point i'm convinced that you could write about a trashbag and i still would like it, because your writing is that good. it captivates you in its own way and i enjoy seeing all these scenarios i've never thought of or seen before on here (• ♡ •)
that sounds like a good idea. i hope everything goes well with your coursework and you get a good grade. you got this!!❤️
when it comes to university, i start my next semester in april and my timetable is such a mess, i'm really not looking forward to the next semester in a way lol. but on the other hand, i'm super excited for some of the lectures and seminars i'll be attending. we're finally taking two clinical psychology lectures and this one seminar about mental disorders. the clinical part has always been my main interest ever since i started my bachelor's, so i'm excited to finally dive in deeper. oh, that reminds me. what are you studying if you don't mind me asking?
that's so true smiles, thank you🥺❤️ i'll definitely tag you once it's out, thank you for being so supportive❤️❤️
ohh the uni trip sounds so exciting, i hope you had a good time!! and it sounds like you've had a very productive couple of days!! hope you're also resting and taking care of yourself <3 pls that post made me so soft, it was so well written and i just loved the moments between mc and beomgyu🥺 really showcased how well they matched each-other, almost fitting perfectly into one-another like two puzzle pieces. i also use bullet points to write sometimes haha they really do help with planning/brainstorming and then also connecting everything into one once you're done.
i've been pretty well tbh, just eating a lot and having a good time with my friends and family hehe. i can't believe i go home in three days though, these past few days really felt like a fever dream.
of course being in the comfort of your own home is the best over anything, but I'm really happy you got to spend time with your loved ones <3
this was longer than I expected lmao
and thank you! yes, it was only a small celebration since I had quite a loud one last year. plus I only stayed home for 3 days since I had uni a couple of days after my birthday.
it's funny actually, yesterday he went to my home city for an interview and he was there for two nights, but last night was his last night in the city and I was added to a group call with him and our bsf. my bsf left the call around 2am but he and I kept talking until 6am :') and he had a train to catch at 10am... it was nice, I feel like I did genuinely get to know him a little more without having our bsf there to prompt us to talk. but I feel like I enjoy talking to him, but I think I'm going to leave it at just friends... for now since that's all what it feels like at the minute :>
that's so true! and I have an electro-acoustic guitar!! I do want an electric guitar at some point though, or even a bass too. are there any other instruments you want to learn or have played in the past?
and pls, you're too sweet :') I do have the tendency to use flowery terms and what not, I can't help it though hehe but thank you so so much for always being so interested and I love hearing your feedback because I always wanna know what goes on through someone's mind or their thoughts about anything of mine that they've read.
but thank you! I've been progressing well, but I do need to make timetable or a schedule for things I need to do, slowly but surely I will be okay!
I hope your next semester won't be too hard on you! omg my sister does psychology too and clinical is something she's wanting to do :> I do interior architecture and design! I'm loving it, truly, but it's just the fact the deadline's coming closer is something that makes me anxious about my work is all.
I had a long rest over the weekend and I've been back on the grind since monday so I've been keeping on track with what I've been wanting to do! and yes, that piece was written a little differently than what I usually do but, again, thank you for liking it so much! I'm happy my imagination was envisioned well to you<3 and for writing, everyone has their own ways, as long as you enjoy the process then go for it!
I hope you have/had a save flight, my love! as always, there will be more times when you can come back home and spend time with them again! it's just something you can look forward to next time, yano? rest up and I hope you have good days ahead of you 💕
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Keep or toss: crushed velvet dress
Introduction:
I've discussed my process on how to decide what to keep and what to get rid off when cleaning out my closet before, but I've never given concrete examples. When I asked you all whether you'd be interested to see my decision process, you said yes, so here's a first post in what I think I'll call the "Keep or Toss" series.
Whenever I have items in my wardrobe that I don't really wear, I try to come up with a few different outfits to get it back in circulation again. If I can come up with decent outfits, I wear them and see how it goes. If I don't, I know it's time to either modify or give away/sell the item.
The dress:
The garment in question is a dress I bought second-hand a few years ago. It's about knee-length and has a flared skirt. The body part is made out of the type of black polyester crushed velvet that's popular in Goth fashion, while the long sleeves are made out of a surprisingly airy see-through polyester.
[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. The crushed velvet bodice has a rounded neckline and ends in a flared-out panelled skirt that's about knee-length. The sleeves are made out of see-through fabric and have velvet cuffs. A blue tag at the neck says "Lucky Doll".]
It fits me like a glove, yet I rarely wear it. I first thought the polyester might be bothering me, but it's actually really comfortable and the airy sleeves give it enough breathability to off-set any sweat issues the main fabric might cause.
Upon further reflection, I figured the issue was that I kept associating it with alternative fashion rather than something I can wear every day.
[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. The bodice is covered with a black underbust corset with shoulder straps and a black belt with lacing in the front. Two black pleather garters peek out from under the corset. A pair of black lace knit fingerless gloves lie at the sleeve cuffs.]
So, let's see if I can turn this dress into outfits I'm comfortable wearing on a daily basis. I quickly realised that, for me personally, this would mean somehow breaking up the crushed velvet.
I first approached the dress as an actual dress, keeping its original silhouette.
Combining it with a flannel shirt worn as a cardigan instantly makes it look much more casual and adds an extra layer of warmth. It also adds in more colour, which turns the flannel into the outfit's visual focus rather than the dress itself.
[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A long flannel shirt in blue, pink, and purple with white buttons has been layered over it like a cardigan.]
I'm not the biggest fan of the look yet. I'd have to wear it out first and see if it grows on me. (And iron my shirt, I guess.)
I then layered it with a lacy red shirt and a matching red cardigan to add more texture.
[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A lace red shirt is peeking out of the neckline, and a red knit cardigan with bows and white details has been layered over it.]
Now this is more my style! Turns out the dress is a great base layer for layered outfits. It's more of a blank canvas than I thought, which means I don't necessarily have to wear it as a dress.
I tried layering a skirt over the dress, which worked really well. The top of the dress now looks like a blouse while the bottom adds extra warmth and keeps my skirt smooth.
[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A brown striped skirt lies on top of the skirt part. Black leggings peek out from under the skirt.]
Add in a sweater, and now my dress basically acts like thermal underwear. I wore this outfit yesterday and it was surprisingly breathable. The copper stars on the sweater match the colour of the skirt, making the outfit look cohesive.
[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A brown striped skirt lies on top of the skirt part. Black leggings peek out from under the skirt. A black knit sweater with copper stars embroidered on the front lies on top of the dress' bodice.]
I then tried the dress with a brown skirt and added a brown turtleneck to break up the black a little. It looked pretty decent. The skirt is shorter than the dress, which makes the edge of the dress look like the bottom ruffle of the skirt. I also added a belt to make the dress look more like an actual blouse.
[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A brown striped skirt with brown lace lies on top of it, along with a black belt with lacing in the front. A brown turtleneck peeks out from beneath the dress' neckline.]
If skirts work, then layering a second dress over this dress probably works too. I added a gray sleeveless dress over my base dress: this made the see-through sleeves look like a blouse again.
[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. A gray knee-length dress with a gray and black circle print lies on top of it. Black lace has been sewn to the gray dress' neckline, and two black buttons sit beneath it.]
So far, I'd retained the dress' original silhouette. I decided to break it up by combining the dress with a handmade ankle-length skirt. The dress' top worked well as a blouse again, while the skirt part adds extra warmth. As the dress is fairly simple, it's a great canvas to showcase the skirt's large print.
[ID: a black dress lying on a wooden floor. An ankle-length blue skirt with a night dreamscape print lies on top of it.]
I'll have to wear these outfits for a day or so to see how comfortable they are, but I think I can conclude I can get enough mileage out of this dress to justify keeping it.
Conclusion:
I've never really worn this dress before, but I think I'm going to wear it much more often after this experiment. Turns out its simplicity makes for a good blank canvas to layer other items over, which makes it a great item for cold weather.
I really like doing this experiment when I realise I have unworn items because it's a good way to figure out if something's worth keeping or not. It made me see the dress in a completely different light than before.
If I hadn't been able to come up with any good outfits, I'd probably have tried to sell it or give it away to friends. There's no point in keeping something you're not wearing after all (unless it has emotional value or something).
#wasteless crafts#not a tutorial#wardrobe management#outfits#flatlays#fast fashion#slow fashion#sustainable fashion#closet cleanout#crushed velvet#coords#keep or toss#I'm sorry about the pictures' quality#winter is really messing with my lighting
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shyna would i be able to have a lil piece from you from your event?🥺 with jean from aot please!
can i have a main with butter and cumin?
congratulations again, babes <3
OMG SURE THING LUCY <3 i was going to get to oneshots after I finished my headcanons but since April 7th's Jean's birthday, I sure as heck wanna write for our handsome man :D Hope you enjoy it <3
Say You'll Remember Me
features: jean kirstein x f!reader
final dish for: @cirigiri
type of writing: one shot
trope: a marriage of convenience, domestic au, royalty au
warnings: unrequited love causing major angst, mentions of deaths, mentions of the acts of war, shooting, gaslighting, amnesia, moments of fluffiness, please lmk if i've missed any
song: the instrumental version of wildest dreams (originally by taylor swift)
beta reading: @hyeque @kennyb0y (thank you so so much <3)
tagging: @akaashi-todorki @oyasumiares @cuz-like-why-not @novaresque @tiddieluvr @beware-of-the-rogue @ceo-of-daichi @httpsregen @reinaphoria @sweetsbysatori @rueren @megumischubbycheeks @chronic-claire-universe @solamoure @animated-moon
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prompt: “Well, this is not what I expected to happen.”- @sleepyprompts
number of words: 3400
a/n: april 7th is jean kirstein's birthday, hence me writing this now xD also, yes, i am having a bridgerton brainrot thanks to some of you lol. but i wanna incorporate the theme of it somewhere first, so this is my first time writing a royalty au. I'm sort of worried and hoping this goes well. okay, likes, comments, and reblogs, ESPECIALLY reblogs, are highly appreciated. y'all know the drill, ilyasm <3 also, lucy, hope you like this :D
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“Your Majesty, no! I apologize, but I can't marry Y/N,” he murmured, his head bent. She looked at him in profound shock.
“What did you say, Prince Jean?” Amid everyone mumbling and muttering amongst themselves, her father, King F/N, addressed him, which was halted by a booming “Silence!” as his demand reverberated along the four walls of the throne room.“Prince Jean, if you're saying this because you fancy Princess Ackerman, I must inform you...”
“I am aware, Your Majesty!” Jean exclaimed as he lifted his head. “I am aware that Princess Mikasa and Prince Eren are to be wed for the progress of the Kingdom and the bolstering of defenses. However...” King F/N then rose and remarked, “In that case, you must understand Jean, that the members of the Titan Warrior Organization are still at large, and it's probable that they will invade the Wall Rose Kingdom very soon. You don't want the blood of Trost's residents on your hands, do you? I have the blood of the people of Shiganshina on my hands because I'm haunted by the remorse that I couldn't save them all...”
“But you did, Your Majesty! You saved my town, you saved Prince Connie's and Princess Sasha's towns too,” Jean says as he approaches the King and clasps his hands, saying, “We are all very thankful to you, however...” The King then held Jean's folded hands, pleading, “That's why we want to arrange for this union so that Trost and Shiganshina can avoid fighting since we'd need all-hands-on-deck, Prince Jean. Please, consider it.” Jean then takes a long breath and mumbles, “Well, this is not what I expected to happen. Okay, Your Majesty,” bowing to the King and saying, “I will marry your daughter.”
There was a big yell of surprise and gladness as everyone delighted at what appeared to be a promising union. Except for one person who had no say in the decision because she knew her feelings for Jean would never be reciprocated even if they married.
On the wedding day, Jean and Eren stood at the altar with all of the guests in attendance, and as they watched Mikasa and Y/N walk down the aisle, Jean and Eren began crying, thinking for a moment that Mikasa and Y/N were walking down the aisle for them until Mikasa smiled and walked to Eren and Y/N to Jean. As Jean and Eren recited their vows, they stared at the other brides for a time, causing the brides' smiles to falter a little, covering the anguish they were feeling, and when they were going to kiss, both of them gave a peck on the brides' lips, fueling the brides' fury even more.
"Her Royal Highness, Princess of Shiganshina, it must be exciting to spend your first night with your spouse," one of the attendants laughed as she helped Y/N into her nightgown. “Many of my friends have told me that he's renowned to be magical in…” She pretended to smile in front of the servant and added, "dearest, perhaps I shall feel the magic tonight," which made everyone laugh.
As soon as she stepped into the bedroom, Jean was dressed and ready for bed, and he turned to face her as she moved to her side of the bed and sat. "Your Highness, I..." she said, her voice quivering. Jean interrupts her with a “don’t.” He continued, “Call me Jean, our marriage shouldn’t affect what we have between us.” An awkward quiet hung in the air, leading Jean to continue, “I know you’re sorry and that you weren't aware of how our marriage was planned. However, when you did learn and ran to the hall, why didn't you stop your father, although you were aware of my feelings for Mikasa?" Y/N then turned to Jean and cried, "You do realize there was nothing that could be done, right? My pleadings would have been in vain!" "Do you even realize what's going on?" Jean snarled. You've jeopardized all four of our emotions by failing to object! You knew Eren had affections for you and I for Mikasa, and yet..." She paused him, "...and yet, I chose the commitment I made to Mikasa over Eren's sentiments. Mikasa is my friend. If she had been in my position, she would have done the same." Jean growled and turned his back on Y/N, saying, “I have no time for pointless banter now. Good night.”She clenched her fist with a piece of her bedsheet and sobbed quietly as she realized her life was deteriorating, and she didn't know how to stop it.
Everyone in the Wall Maria Kingdom was aware of the close relationship between the Houses of Yeager, Ackerman, Arlert, and L/N. The offspring formed an especially tight attachment. Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Armin Arlert, and Y/N L/N grew up together, studied together, and trained together in sports such as archery, fencing, and skeet shooting. Mikasa and Y/N were extremely close and so were Eren and Armin, thus when Mikasa revealed her crush on Eren to Y/N, she mentally separated herself from Eren to assure Mikasa and he was together. However, there was one issue that Mikasa and Y/N were unaware of. Eren was more interested in Y/N than Mikasa. Eren was in awe of her H/C hair that she'd toy with when she was lost in her thoughts, her E/C eyes that shined as she peered at the Sun from in between the leaves, her wit that rivaled Armin's, her strength, talent, and devotion that rivaled Mikasa's, and her will to stand up for justice that rivaled Eren's. She was not interested in Eren or Armin, with the latter’s heart having been captured by Princess Annie of the House of Leonhart from Stohess, a part of the Wall Sheena Kingdom. She was uninterested in the concept of love in general. Then she met Jean Kirstein.
When Eren, Mikasa, Armin, and Y/N were fencing in the park one day, they heard a loud explosion and had to close their ears as they noticed a hooded man standing atop Wall Maria with a gaping hole made by what appeared to be a firing cannon, paving the way for a group of humans to run around, jump on the roofs, and shoot residents at point-blank range, as there was massive collateral damage. Y/N, with her acute hearing, could hear the cry "Shiganshina has fallen, I repeat, Shiganshina has fallen. Get yourself to Wall Rose as soon as possible." She and Mikasa dragged everyone and everyone fled to look for their relatives, intending to split up and meet at the waterfront. When they all came together, the dynamic shifted slightly. While Y/N and Armin rushed to the harbor with their families, albeit with a few bruises here and there, Eren arrived with his father, King Grisha, who mentioned that Queen Carla was assassinated by a woman calling herself "The Smiling Titan," whatever that meant, whereas Mikasa's father, King Klaus, arrived with Mikasa to tell them that Queen Luisa was shot by some human traffickers who were trying to entrap them because Mikasa and Luisa were the "last of their kind," whatever that meant. They were even attempting to kidnap Mikasa to trade her when Eren killed them and everyone fled. Before fleeing to Wall Rose, everyone embraced and held one another.
They arrived in Trost, a populous area in the Wall Rose Kingdom, where a certain woman in her peach full-sleeved gown, who introduced herself as Queen Mila of House of Kirstein welcomed them all, granting asylum to all the refugees, ensuring they were properly fed, rested, and protected from these royal rebels, as they were dubbed. "Princes and Princesses, may I introduce you to the Duke of Trost, my son, Prince Jean," she says to the young royals. When Y/N turned around, she was dumbfounded at the sight of the lovely man in front of her. He stood 5'9" tall and wore short, light ash-brown hair with the sides and back chopped shorter to give it a darker hue. His peach-colored suit adorned with his gold finery clearly befitted a man of his station. His light-brown orbs landed on hers, and he gave her one of the kindest smiles she’d ever seen, but when she saw him turn to Mikasa and be so taken with her that a flush appeared on his cheeks, she had a sinking feeling. “Wait, now is he becoming fond of Mikasa too? Why don’t I look good enough?” she wondered, yet she never wanted to turn away from any of them. They stayed closer together.
Except for Eren and Jean, that is. They were always competing for Mikasa: Eren because he considered her a friend, and Jean because he liked her. This isn't to say that Y/N and Jean weren't close; in fact, Jean and she shared more similarities than Mikasa and Jean. Jean had a forthright nature, calling a spade a spade in everything, and so did Mikasa, but while Jean was trying to attract Mikasa's attention, Y/N was ever ready for a humorous dialogue, paving the way for some lovely viewpoints that he had never considered. This was especially true because Y/N reminded him of his best buddy, Baron Marco from House of Bodt, who was able to see through Jean's carefree demeanor.
That's when he confessed to Y/N, while they were standing on his balcony one night, that he once had a dream in which his soulmate had black hair, similar to Mikasa's features, and that's why he was so taken with her in the first place, but he feels comfortable talking to Y/N because Mikasa seemed rather devoted to Eren, who doesn't show any interest in her. She felt imprisoned in a box of a quandary: should she honor her sentiments or her friendship? Y/N grinned and stated he could trust her with everything he had, as she clenched her hand in silence, the moon the only witness to her suffering heart. Jean's other best friends, Prince Connie from the House of Springer, Duke of Ragako, and Princess Sasha from the House of Braus, Duchess of Dauper, got along with Y/N right away, even saying that she'd be a better match for Jean than Mikasa, causing her heart to ache a billion times more than it already did.
Years later, on the day Shiganshina was finally restored and everyone was preparing to return home, Grisha, Klaus, Mila, and F/N convened an impromptu meeting to discuss how to strengthen their defenses. That's when they determined that because the House of Arlert and the House of Leonhart were to be wedded in holy matrimony, it was critical to reinforce the Garrison and the Survey Corps, which were overseen by Wall Rose and Wall Maria, respectively. That's when Grisha suggested Eren and Mikasa, as well as Jean and Y/N, marry. "King Grisha, I don't see the usefulness of this because Jean likes Mikasa -" Mila argued. Grisha interrupted her, saying, "But Mikasa likes Eren, and Y/N promised not to get in the way, didn't she, Your Highness?" his eyes darting towards F/N, who nodded in agreement, prompting Grisha to continue, "plus, with F/N being the present King of Shiganshina, he'd have the entire dominion over Wall Maria, which means YOU," Grisha then gestures to Mila, "may share the authority with King F/N over the Survey Corps, and for someone of your caliber, don't you think that's a better promotion? Furthermore, Klaus and I can seize control of the Garrison and assume the titles of Dukes of Ragako, Dauper, and, most notably, Trost. Hannes, the leader, is a friend of ours, so he can volunteer to ensure Eren and Mikasa receive particular protection."
Mila was vexed, "so your goal all along, Grisha, was to acquire control of the Garrison? Dare I say that I didn't expect you to stoop that low to take control of the army?" Grisha stood up and approached Mila, bowing his neck, and saying, “Queen Mila from the House of Kirstein, do you think people at Trost think highly of you? I don't think so, Your Majesty. It has come to my attention that a specific group of residents is banding together to disseminate falsehoods regarding your manner of winning the crown. We don't want that now, do we? Not with the Titan Warrior Organization, or so they call themselves, on their way to annihilate every one of us." When Mila asked a staff worker to summon Jean, Mikasa, and Eren, a specific silhouette emerged from those four walls in pursuit of Y/N. Sasha hurried to get Connie, who ran with her to find Y/N, and when they found her in the garden reading "War and Peace" by Leo Tolstoy, they spilled the beans. However, it was too late. Y/N had dashed to the meeting hall to try to thwart the plan, but that's when Jean caved into King F/N's request, much to everyone's chagrin.
The first several months of the marriage were abysmal. Y/N attempted to make it work for so long. She'd approach Jean and ask if he needed anything, and aside from a specific demand at the time, he'd also reply, "you know what else I need?" A damned second marriage," and their comparable interactions eroded her spirit during every waking moment, gradually transforming her into a version she never intended to be. She smiled, accepting it as fate, and let it all out through skeet shooting and fencing.
Until one day, that is. It was Jean's birthday, and Y/N recalled everything he liked, from the greatest whiskey to the finest meat, to music and card games. She even invited Baron Marco, and the two got along great. She even invited Mikasa and Eren to the shindig. Y/N raced to Mikasa and hugged her, tears streaming from her eyes and partially wetting her shoulder, and Mikasa understood, wiping the tears from her eyes. During the party, Mikasa asked Y/N, "Do you know something? I finally got Eren to open up about his feelings and reciprocate them." "Wait, but how did you accomplish that?" exclaimed the other princess. "I told him that regardless of the circumstances, you'd always be you and your equation with him wouldn't alter," Mikasa said, "but now that he's married to me, he should remember the vows we made at the altar and days later, we're working towards a relationship." Y/N smiled, holding out a glimmer of faith that things might improve.
For a moment, it seemed that way as Jean approached her, albeit drunk, touching her cheeks as his lips found a way with hers, their tongues vying for control. As he withdrew himself from the kiss and fiddled with her H/C hair, he smiled and added, “you look so pretty, Mikasa.” Having had enough of this, she decides to slap Jean and tell him, “Dearest husband, I’ve had enough of this now. For months,” then she started to scream, “months, I've done nothing except look after you, help you with battle techniques, and even accepted your complaining over the fact that I'm not Mikasa, but this has gone too far." I don't want to be the Queen of someone who wouldn't want to be associated with me in the first place. I'm finished, Jean.” As she picks up the ends of her dress and walks out, an explosion occurs, causing the ceiling to collapse, with three hooded persons standing on top as the rubble continues to fall.
Jean immediately wakes up to realize that danger is approaching, but as he prepares, Y/N grabs a new device that one of the servants found for her, an omnidirectional mobility gear, with wires, swords, and hooks that allowed her to hook onto the ceiling and charge toward the three people with a bow and arrow that she grabbed along the way. One of them, however, shot a laser gun at the wires and broke the ropes, causing her to fall to the ground and hit her head against the table where they were playing cards. This gave the hooded people some time to escape. Petrified, Jean rushes to her and begs her to wake up, and everyone rushes to get their weapons ready to fight the TWO, while all the friends remain. After a doctor is summoned to treat her wounds, Y/N awakens, to everyone's relief, and greets Mikasa and Eren before asking for Armin, but when she sees Jean, her eyes glittering with joy, she asks him, "pardon me, Your Royal Highness, who are you?" The color wipes away from his face as he's perplexed and concerned about what's going on, and when he asked the doctor, he said, "I'm afraid Princess Y/N is suffering from retrograde amnesia as a result of the impact of the fall. I'm sorry, His Royal Highness, but I don't know when she'll regain her memory."
Jean's tears flowed down his cheeks as he went to his office area to collect his thoughts. “How selfish can I be?” he wondered as he rested his head on the table. “Why was I moping about the notion that I didn't have someone when I did? Y/N, she, I do not know how,” he begins to sniffle, “I don't know how she put up with me all these months,” He could still feel the sting of her hand on his cheek, “I'm honestly delighted she slapped me, God she deserves way better than this loser of a guy,” he said, pointing to himself, and that’s when he sobbed to sleep.
Jean checked in on her every few weeks, asking if she was okay and if she needed anything, and even though she didn't know who he was, she never stopped being nice to him. That's when he felt the nagging twitch of guilt seep deeper into him. He decided to be patient with her and tell her about their fun moments, even if they were small. She'd wake up with horrific dreams about the past, and Jean would let her snuggle up to him to soothe her down. They had no idea it was their anniversary and that they had to dance in the ballroom.
The moment she changed into an F/C off-shoulder gown was when she remembered Jean singing to her as she was sleeping, “Say you’ll remember me, standing in a nice dress, staring at the sunset babe, red lips and rosy cheeks…” She then felt a pounding headache and her memories flashed before her eyes. Perplexed, she shook her head and started walking toward the ballroom. She then notices Jean, who is dressed in a peach suit with gold details throughout, and her face lights up with a smile. When he sees her, he smiles, takes a bow, extends his hand, and invites her to dance. Nodding, she places her hand in his, then places her right hand on his shoulder, and his right hand on her back. With the music starting, he moved back, so they could go forward together and vice versa, forming a sort of cadence between them. In the midst of the dance, Jean confessed, "you know what? I'm afraid you won't remember me, but even if you don't, I have learned my lesson. I have been terrible to you and made your life miserable every day, but then I noticed that you still loved me despite it all."
"I don't deserve you, Y/N, I don't think so,” he continued with glossy eyes, “But a year has passed, and you're still here, I'm now willing to admit that over time, I let go of my feelings for Mikasa. I can’t love her, not like how I love you." The pounding headache returned as the memories came back, and she felt the weight of the world hit her. Finally, he acknowledged his mistakes and admitted his love for her. Then, as if nothing had happened, tears rolled down her cheeks as she asked him to stop dancing. She brought him in for a kiss on the lips, cupping his cheeks, and she broke away, looking into his eyes and smiling, saying, "Took you long enough."
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Ivarello (Modern!Ivar x reader) Chapter 1
Moodboard by @quantumlocked310
Ivarello’s masterpost here
A/N: This is my entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie 500 Followers Fairy Tale Challenge. It's a retelling of Cinderella. Congrats again, darling 💖
A huge thank you to @mrsalwayswrite, who's a great beta reader and an even greater cheerleader 😂
A massive thank you to @quantumlocked310, @vikingstrash and @serasvictoria. Thank you for agreeing to collaborate and for sharing your talent with me. Your moodboards are beyond amazing 🤩
In this story, Sigurd is alive. Ragnar and Aslaug are dead, but Lagertha didn't kill her. I took a lot of liberties with the show, I hope you won't mind.
Unlike the tale, there will be no magic involved. Not everything will be realistic, however. It's a fayritale, after all!
Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊
Summary: Orphaned five years ago, Ivar and his brothers have been living with Lagertha ever since. Now 16 years old, he wants to attend Harald's traditional Midsummer party, but obstacles stand in his way.
Warnings: description of car crash; orphaned kids; Sigurd being Sigurd; OOC characters.
Words: 1806
Additional note: I'm afraid I'll disappoint some of you. No more newspapers... The articles defined the setting of the story. From now on, it'll be a regular fic.
Hope you enjoy it nevertheless 🙂
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June 2021
Ivar yawns, rubbing his eyes, when he suddenly hears the front door open. The next moment, Ubbe shouts, "Hey baby bro, we're home!"
Slightly confused, Ivar looks at the time on his computer. Stunned, he blinks repeatedly, shakes his head and checks the time again, now looking at his watch. "Guess I lost track of time," he mumbles as he realizes it's really 5:30 pm. He clears his throat. "I'm coming!"
Yawning once more, he wheels to the kitchen. Hvitserk waves at him with one hand as Ubbe greets him with a grin and Sigurd... Well, Sigurd ignores him, as usual.
"Hello boys!" Lagertha smiles as she also enters the kitchen. "Did you go to the beach this afternoon?" It's a rethorical question, since sand can be seen on the tanned skin of his brothers, shirtless and wearing only swimming shorts.
When she looks down at him, her smile becomes softer. "Ivar, you seem tired. Did you work all day long?"
He nods, glad that for once she called him by his first name and not by one of those stupid nicknames that she likes but that make his skin crawl.
"Yep," he shrugs without smiling back, "I made good progress. The new version of your website is almost done. It could probably be online by the end of the week."
His stepmom flashes him a beaming smile. "Great, thanks!"
The conversation then moves on to the subject that everyone in Kattegat has been talking about for the last few days: the midsummer party thrown by their neighbor Harald Hårfager. Every June, it is Kattegat's not-to-be-missed event, to which every resident hopes to be invited.
Lagertha is invited every year, yet rarely attends; his brothers wouldn't miss it, not in a million years; Ivar never went.
He listens with half an ear as his brothers prattle on about the upcoming party, while taking a seat at the large, wooden kitchen table on which Lagertha has just put cakes and drinks.
"What are you going to wear?"
"Do you think Marit will attend this year?"
"Hopefully the music will be better than last year."
"Can't be as bad! What was the name of that reggae band?"
For a fleeting moment, Ivar entertains the thought of attending as well. Not that he's dying to, but… Sometimes, he feels a little bit like Cinderella in this house.
Don't get him wrong, it's not that bad.
First, his stepmom is not–
Wait, wait, wait, is Lagertha technically his stepmom? He's not sure. After all, she wasn't when his parents were alive, she was just his father's first wife. Anyway, she may be his guardian now, but he sees her as his stepmom and he honestly doesn’t give a shit if it's a little weird.
Where was he? Oh yes, Cinderella.
So obviously, Lagertha is not a wicked, haughty and abusive stepmom like this Lady Tremaine of the fairytale.
Actually, even if it pisses him off to admit it, she's pretty nice, patient and composed. Does he love her? Let's not exaggerate – he doesn't. She may love him though, which is a little bit uncanny, if he's being honest. He was the favorite son of her nemesis. Shouldn't she hate him? He would, if the situation was reversed.
The truth is, when he was younger, he tried, he really tried to hate her, blaming her for everything and anything. When too much pain prevented him from sleeping, he let his imagination run wild. There, bound to his bed of suffering, he could see Lagertha cutting the brakes on his mother's car, causing her crash, causing her death.
Of course, even then, he knew deep down that Lagertha had not killed his mother; that the story he told himself was just the product of his endless nights of insomnia. But what can he say? He needed this. Because blaming Lagertha rather than admitting that his beloved mother was at fault – by being distracted, or by falling asleep, he'll never know – was easier for the heartbroken boy he was.
Anyway... So yes, Lagertha is definitely not an evil stepmother like Cinderella's.
Also, he doesn't sleep on a sorry garret, on a wretched straw bed either.
Actually, he has a very large room on the main floor, with a king-size memory foam bed, a walk-in – well, a wheel-in for his case – closet and his own, huge bathroom, fully equipped for his special needs.
Sure, the bathroom and the dressing room were already there when his parents were alive; however, the memory foam mattress had been Lagertha's idea.
Anyway... So yes, he can't exactly complain about his sleeping conditions, unlike Cinderella.
And obviously, he's not forced into servitude.
Actually, one might think so, but no, he's not. Sure, sometimes he works for his stepmom, like today. But so do his brothers. When she had taken them in, she was a powerful businesswoman, working twelve to fourteen hours a day. Once she had become their guardian, she had rearranged her working time and learned to delegate; but even so, she had often run out of time. Therefore, it had seemed normal to them – yes, even to him – to help her out, each of them according to their skills and abilities.
So, while Hvitserk almost always does the grocery shopping, while Sigurd vacuums and does the laundry, while Ubbe mows the lawn and trim the bushes, he, Ivar, runs her company's website and sometimes even does the accounting. And since he loves computers and numbers, it's not exactly a problem.
Anyway... So yes, he's not a slave in this house. Unlike Cinderella.
So, yes, to sum it up, he can't really complain and he's by far not Cinderella. And he knows it.
But... Yes, there's a but...
Sometimes, he feels trapped, as poor Cinderella must have felt.
Sometimes he feels like a spectator of a life he doesn't belong to.
Sure, he doesn't have to be homeschooled – but gods, he's glad he is. The reasons for him to be continuously bullied by classmates are endless. The simplest ones being: he is a cripple, an orphan, the son of a dead mob boss, the smartest one in the whole damn school, let alone his class. Take your pick. It's no fun, no fun at all. Being home alone is preferable to that alternative.
Therefore, barely leaving the house except for medical appointments, he has no friends. He doesn't do sports either – obviously – and yeah, he lives a lonely life, filled with video games and Netflix series. And he's okay with that. Well, most of the time.
Sure, his brothers, or at least Ubbe and Hvitserk, always try to include him as much as possible. But the truth is that because of his legs, there are many, many things he just can't do.
And the other truth, the less pleasant one, is that he partially did that to himself. He cut himself off from a world that hurt him, yet he still misses this world sometimes. At times, he blames himself. Because his life, honestly, is hardly what you would call a life, is it? Not when you're sixteen.
That's why sometimes, like now, he feels this longing, almost a need, to live. To really, truly, fully live. And that's why, for a brief moment, lulled by the light chitchat of his brothers, he considers attending Harald's midsummer party.
But he knows better. This life is not for him, never has been, never will be.
And so, shaking his head, he chases the thought away and, placing his hands on his push rims, he's about to leave the kitchen while the incessant babbling of his brothers goes on.
"I can't wait."
"Don't tell me! As every year, the most beautiful girls of Kattegat will be there."
"Remember that burger food truck? Best burgers ever!"
"I've heard Y/N would be attending this year."
"There'll be booze and girls! Sounds like Valh–"
Wait. His mind goes blank.
Fuck.
What? Did he hear right?
As he replays his brother's words in his head, it's like there's an earthquake happening inside of him.
Fuck.
He stops breathing. Blinks, then clamps his eyes shut.
Fuck.
When he finally manages to draw air into his lungs, he swallows loudly before asking in a weird, high-pitched voice, his heart pounding in his chest, "What– What did you say, brother?"
Hvitserk turns his head toward him and shrugs. "I just said there'll be boo–"
"No, not you!" Ivar snaps at his brother, pointing his pointer finger at Ubbe. "You, what did you fucking say?" Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Lagertha frowning – 'no curse words in this house, boys'– and even if he barely contains an eye roll, he still mouths a quick 'sorry' at her before rewording his question, impatience coursing through him. "What did you say, dear brother? Who did you say would attend?"
Stunned, Ubbe looks at him with wide eyes. "Y/N? I said Y/N would come. That's what I heard anyway. She's Harald's niece. She was here once, right? Remember her, baby bro, huh?"
But Ivar is no longer listening, the blood draining from his face. Y/N... Y/N... Fuck. Finally. Fucking finally. After so long... He may see you again. Wow.
I'll go! I'll fucking go!
He barely contains the words, suddenly acutely aware of the deafening silence in the room, his brothers shamelessly staring at him.
With her brows furrowed and her lips turned downward in a slight frown, Lagertha takes two steps forwards before crouching down in front of him. "Are you all right, sweetie? You're a little pale."
He barely hears when Sigurd giggles, "A little pale? He's greener than an alien!"
Lagertha shoots Sigurd a dirty look and then gently cups Ivar's cheek. "Do you know her, Ivar? Do you know Y/N?"
Overwhelmed, self-conscious, freaked out, caught off-guard, he doesn't know how to respond. Should he tell the truth? Should he lie? His brothers will mock him, for sure. What is the point of telling the truth? What good would it do? On the other hand, he could really use some advice. Yeah. Sure. Advice from Sigurd. Just the thought of it is enough to make him sick. Fuck, what is he going to do?
Rushed words are out of his mouth before he can even gather his thoughts. "No. No. I don't. I mean, yes, I think I do but–" He's being pathetic and he hates it. So after a sharp intake of breath, he shakes his head and eventually replies in a flat, calm voice, the white lie rolling off his tongue. "I know her, but I thought Ubbe was talking about someone else. Sorry."
With these words, he hastily leaves the room, his eyes riveted on his knees, his heart still drumming in his chest.
Y/N. Fuck.
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"Not My Yacht" *Chapter 1?*
So this is interesting:
So "Not My Yacht" was my very first fic. Like, I'm talking VERY VERY first.
So when I started asking around about ideas for a new series, a few of my lovelies went through my one shots and this story and "Doodling" got some good votes.
So, I decided to include the one shot and just added to it for a POTENTIAL new series. We'll see how this chapter goes over.
Also I'll be including Rita Calhoun in this for the FIRST time ever, so I may need assistance from @storiesofsvu to get her voice right. I did my best here. I'll be honest I've never really watched her, just that one where that guy blackmailed her or something.
Also Also, if it wasn't obvious enough this is obviously the beginning of the SVU episode "Her Negations".
I don't want to give anything away because I haven't even really thought that far, but I'm 95% sure this is going to turn in a William Lewis situation fic. So...pretty dark. I'm just warning you NOW.
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And yes, the results are in. There is a part 2!
You breathed in the salty air of the sea of the sunny South Hampton shore; It was a beautiful day for a yacht party.
You walked along the pier as you got closer to your boss’s boat: The Crime Wave. Her husband’s idea of a funny name she claimed as she had invited people from the office to this soiree. You were lucky to even get an invite, just being the assistant to the owner of the law firm. “Who else is going to help me dodge boring conversations with men who just wanted a "free ride” on the bosses boat?“ She had teased you; or at least you hoped she was kidding.
You really wanted to just relax and mingle among the elite lawyers of NYC, seeing as you wanted to be one of them someday.
You saw your boss, Rita Calhoun waving you down as you reached the dock space.
"Ah! There you are, for a minute I thought I’d have to mix my own drinks!” She laughed with a wink. You laugh nervously, unable to discern if she was kidding.
“Calm down sweetie, I’m a big girl. Besides, I like to make them myself, strong,” she laughed again, patting your shoulder. Crap had your face looked that panicked? Keep it cool!
“Go ahead, enjoy yourself. I’ll be here, making sure none of those damn punks tries to sneak on here for free booze,” she scoffed, nodding to a group of highly dressed teens playing chicken on the shoreline.
You nodded with a half laugh, stepping onto the yacht. It was a decent size, a second level deck and a very spacious main level. Not a lot of people had arrived yet, so you decided to pick a spot on the yachts back bench area before all the seating was taken. You began removing your over clothes revealing your swimming wear when you hear Rita greet someone else.
“Ah, Barba. You know we have flare guns on board,”
You turn to see the ADA of New York, Rafael Barba. He’s dressed in a windbreaker and what could be either a dark red or salmon polo. You realize Mrs. Calhoun is referring to the almost neon yellow color of the windbreaker, and you can’t help but giggle. It must have been way too loud because they both turn to you which caused you to immediately shut up and go back to undressing and laying out your towel, but ever so slightly still honed in on the conversation.
“You can never be too careful Rita, who knows how many enemies I’ve made in this town; someone might throw me over,” he smirked.
“And anyone here could make it look like a very convincing accident….even my aspiring protege over there,” Rita nods over to you, knowing full well what you were doing.
Barba turned and looked at you, your body frozen in mid towel thrust. You didn’t know whether to throw it over yourself or just run off the boat right there.
“I know it’s an awful jacket dear, you don’t have to keep staring at him.” She called over to you. God why did she have to be so….her.
“Jesus Rita give the girl a break, or did you invite her just to torture her on unbillable hours?” Barba scoffed with a half smile, walking over to you.
“Is it really worth the minimum wage to put up with her?” He asked.
“Mmm…it’s more for the experience, honestly.” You replied surprisingly smoothly.
“Oh….well I mean I could give you the experience without–” He started but was interrupted by your boss’s loud exclaiming.
“Yeah I’ll BET you’d give her experience Barba! Stop hitting on my intern and mingle with the adults.”
If you could dig a hole straight through the boat into the ocean you would do it right then and there.
“…..Without THAT.” He rolled his eyes, lightly flipping her the bird behind his back. You see her respond with a laugh then turns her attention back to the guests boarding.
“She’s probably been drinking since she got on the boat, yeah?” He asked you.
“I…I don’t know I just got here….” You managed to squeak out as your towel strayed from your hands. Barba grabbed it and helped you reposition it on the bench.
“Kinda windy for a yacht party, but Rita will take any chance to celebrate anything remotely resembling a boost to her ego. Am I right?” He chuckled, before sitting down on your towel.
“Just to keep it from blowing away, do you mind?” He asked, gesturing for you to join him. You nodded a boisterous “NO”, plopping next to him on the bench.
“I’m Rafael Barba,” he extended his hand to you, which you took and shook gently, praying to God he didn’t notice you were literally shaking. You had probably had the biggest crush on him since you started working with Mrs. Calhoun, he was constantly in her office challenging her with warrants and favors.
“Oh yeah I know,” you blurted out, mentally facepalming immediately.
“I see….” He raised an eyebrow. “And you are….?”
You were about to answer when his phone went off. He answered it putting one finger up and mouthing the words “one second.”
“Barba. Yeah….what? Seriously, Olivia? On a Sunday?!” He groaned into his phone with an exaggerated eye roll. He raised his hand and ran it over his face begrudgingly as he talked.
“Yeah….alright, fine. Yeah I’ll be there, give me an hour. I’m in the Hamptons. Because it’s my day off, Liv! Do you think I lock myself in my office over the weekends like a vampire in a coffin? Yeah…I’m sorry, I just…” He glanced at you.
“I was enjoying my Sunday.” He gave you a small sad smile.
“Yeah. Ok. See you soon.” He hung up the phone with an exasperated sigh.
“I’m sorry, I gotta go back to the city. Don’t let Rita push you around too much, okay?” He chuckled, rubbing the top of your head like a puppy. You felt your face scrunch up in annoyance, seriously? He thought of you as a kid?!
He obviously noticed, and quickly held out his hand again very sternly.
“Sorry, future counselor.” He said in an overly serious tone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling. Again. Like an idiot.
Relieved he had fixed his faux paux, he gave you one last beautiful Barba grin as he jogged over to Rita and told her something before nodding to you once again, then walked off the boat and disappearing down the pier.
Your boss sauntered over to you, a shit eating grin across her face.
“Well Cinderella, you sure kept that cool.” She gestured for your phone beside you.
“Be sure to tell him your name this time,” she winked, handing it back to you. You glanced down at it as she walked away; she had added a number to your contacts.
“BHole Barba.” You laughed out loud. Nice. Maybe she wasn’t such a horrible boss after all….
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By Monday you still hadn’t had the balls to text Rafael Barba. You had just stared at the number in your phone, imagining all the possibilities contacting him would lead to. You may have gotten so far as planning your summer wedding in the Hamptons, but nobody needed to know that.
But you had chickened out and left it alone, and now you were sitting at your desk typing up a memo for Rita when you saw him come waltzing through the door.
“Ah, Cinderella!” He smiled at you.
“Hey…” Your mind went blank, you couldn’t think of words. Wait, had he already given you a nickname?
“Cinderella?” You blinked in confusion.
“Well I never caught your name-- But I guess I shouldn’t even push it, you’ve clearly moved on and I must seem like a creep,” His train of thought proceeded out loud as he realized you hadn’t taken his number and here he was still flirting with you. Rita had given it to you, he had seen her type it in your phone. Obviously you weren’t interested, why was he pushing this?
“What? NO!” You said a little louder than you intended, actually a lot louder than you intended. You slapped your hand over your mouth after your little outburst, but to you relief he was still smiling.
“Oh? Well I suppose that’s good…” He was obviously fishing for your excuse as to why you had waited until he popped back in your face to talk to him.
“No, I um--” You racked your brain for an excuse that wasn’t “I was busy planning our lives together”.
“I….couldn’t think of something interesting to say,” You finally admitted with a pitiful sigh. You were not a good liar, and under pressure, forget about it.
Again, he still smiled-- but this time he laughed along with it.
“I mean, ‘Hello’ is always an option,” He chuckled. “Or...your name?”
“Oh!” Idiot. You hadn’t even given him your name, how was he supposed to fall madly in love with you without a name?
“Y/N,” You stuck your hand out awkwardly, Was this a ‘shake hands’ moment? Hadn’t you already met before? You stared at your hand as you moved it slightly back and forth, arguing with yourself whether or not this was necessary. Luckily, Rafael settled the argument by taking your hand and shaking it firmly.
His hands were so soft, his long fingers enveloped yours in them. You lost yourself in the moment, and before you knew it he was making an uncomfortable cough, snapping you back to reality. You dropped his hand and snapped yours back into your body like a zip cord, your face in a horrified stare.
“Oh God, I’m so sorry, that was so weird. I’m weird. I’m--”
“Well I don’t know what you were so worried about Cinderella, you’re clearly a chatterbox,” He gave you a tongued smile, referring to the word vomit you just couldn’t help spill all over him.
“Oh yeah, I’m a total word machine,” You laughed nervously. A word machine? What the fuck was that?
“...Word machine. Right,” He nodded in amusement. “Well word machine, would you mind shooting some words to my phone, or do you just enjoy this face to face thing?”
“With that face? Definitely the latter. But you can have my number anyway,” You typed a quick message and sent it to his number. Damn that was smooth! How did you do that?
Rafael made an impressed face with your line, but when he opened his phone his brows furrowed.
“Hit?” He gave you a curious look as he read the text out loud.
“Fuck it was supposed to be ‘hi’-- stupid autocorrect,” You muttered angrily. Yeah, that was more like you.
“Oh yes, the dreaded autocorrect,” He nodded while saving your number. “Turning fucks into ducks since 2011,”
“Oh I didn’t have a phone in 7th grade but I’ll take your word for it,” You laughed, but stopped when his face twisted into a mix of horror and discomfort when he realized how young you actually were.
Dammit. Why...why would you do this?
“....Right, is Rita in?” He quickly shoved his phone back in his pocket and headed into Rita’s office before you could answer.
“...Idiot!” You yelled at yourself as your hands went over your face and your face planted into your desk.
Well, that was nice while it lasted. All 2.5 seconds of it.
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“Well Barba, about time,” Rita smirked as Rafael abruptly burst into her office trying to get away from you. “Done flirting with the intern are we?”
“Shut up,” He rolled his eyes, though his face was a deep shade of red.
“Oh no, what happened? Did your dentures fall out in front of her?” She smirked.
“I’m younger than you!!” He scoffed.
“Yeah but I’m not the one trying to boff a 25 year old,” She smirked harder, making Rafael angrier.
“Can I just get the warrant I came here for, Rita?” He huffed.
“Oooh, struck a nerve there, did I?” Rita chuckled as she grabbed some papers from her desk and started to hand them to him. “Barba, for the record I’m really not judging you. If I were 20 years younger, I’d hit it too,”
“Excuse me?”
“I had a lot of ‘cats’ in college,” She winked.
“Wow,” Rafael held up his hands. “Rita, we really don’t need to be that personal.”
“Fine, but all I’m saying is if you like the girl, don’t let a stupid thing like age deter you. Don’t tell her I said this, but she’s actually very competent and organized. I would almost prefer her not to graduate, unless she'd come work for me. She’s going to be a hell of a lawyer,” She gestured outside to your desk.
Rafael looked at the ground as he mulled over what she was saying, a small smile crawled across his lips as she complimented your potential.
“I’ll take that under advisement, Mrs. Calhoun,” He nodded as he walked towards the door with the papers in his hand, a huge smile across his face now.
He walked out to find you cursing at yourself and whimpering in embarrassment at your desk. When you heard the door shut you snapped to attention and stared at him, shocked he hadn't sprinted out of the office like Usain Bolt. Even more shocking was that Cheshire cat grin now upon his face.
“I-I’m sorry, I totally meant I was--” You tried doing math trying to make yourself reasonably older.
“It’s fine,” He chuckled as he put a hand over your counting fingers. You blushed at the touch of his skin on yours again, but quickly shoved your hands under the desk nervously as you tried not to look him square in the eye. His eyes were so gorgeous you were positive staring straight into them would actually get you pregnant.
“So does Rita ever unchain you from this desk?” He smirked as he was now very aware and very amused at how nervous he made you. He may be old, but clearly he’s still got it.
“Oh yeah, if I ask very nicely she let’s me--” You tried to think of something witty, but it wasn’t coming with him staring at you with those eyes. “....Yes,” You wanted to put your hands over your face but you didn’t want it to be a ‘thing’.
“Well, maybe if you’re an extra good girl she’ll let you off your leash early tonight,” He winked.
“....Am I a dog or a toddler in that situation?” You were genuinely asking, but Rafael clearly realized how insulting that must have seemed.
“Oh no no no, I just, shit,” He tried to backtrack but if he was being totally honest, you made him nervous. Maybe he didn’t have ‘it’ as much as he thought.
You noticed he was the one blushing now, oh my god were you making him nervous? QUICK, BE SMOOTH. BE SMOOTHER THAN YOU’VE EVER BEEN IN YOUR LIFE.
“Are you asking me out, counselor?” You did your best “sultry “voice with a bat of your eyes. Were you batting them too much? What was too much? Oh god you’ve done it for too long now. STOP BATTING.
“...I don’t know, guess you’ll have to wait for me to text you, future counselor,” He was impressed by the line, and decided to bow out before either of you made idiots of yourselves again. He gave you a wink and sauntered out of the office.
Great. Now he’ll probably make you wait two days for a--
*BEEP*
Your phone went off in your desk. You pulled it out to see a text message:
BHOLE BARBA: Dinner? Tonight?
You really needed to change his contact name. But that wasn’t the point right now. He just asked you out. Rafael Barba just asked you out. You stared at in your hands, unsure of what to do. Then you realized you couldn’t do this again, you couldn’t just sit there and imagine things, this required an immediate response.
You nervously typed a reply and hit SEND:
Sire ;)
“DAMMIT!!!” You cursed your autocorrect. You instantly sent another text.
Sure***
Before you could lecture yourself again, your phone beeped again:
BHOLE BARBA: Play
Play? What did that--
BHOLE: Okay** ;)
You typed the word ‘okay’ into your text reply bubble, ‘play’ came up in the autocorrect word list.
He was joking with you. He was flirting with you. RAFAEL BARBA WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU.
This work day could not end fast enough.
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THINGS YOU MAKE ME DO
Prompt: Inspired by the song Things You Make Me Do by Devil Doll
Word Count: Long-ish
Pairings: Roman Reigns x Reader
Warnings: +18, angst, heart break, manipulation
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I've got a secret plan to love you and I do so night and day
And I always stand right by you, have your back in every way
And you wish that I could save you and I wish that I could too
But if you cause too much pain for me I'll leave if I have to
He stood up from the hotel bed and began to get dressed, and as she stared at his figure, she wondered until when was she going to put up with this
But I think about you constantly all through the night and day
And I toss and turn in bed at night and hope it goes away
But it never does and when I wake and you're not next to me
I remember where you are, I hope your girl forgives me
“Are you leaving already?” She asked
“You know I have to” He looked at her “We can’t have people suspecting this” He motioned to the space between them “I would be fucked if they did” He scoffed
“Excuse me?” She asked, hurt by his lack of emotion “What do you mean by that?” She couldn’t have felt more offended, even if she chose to
“What, Y/N? Look, we fuck every once in a while, we have a good time but that’s it!” He chuckled, as he tied up his sneakers “Don’t try to turn this into something that it isn’t” He stood up
“Like what?” She asked angrily
“You know what? I’ll see you later” He winked, and walked out the door of her hotel room
Do I need you?
You seem to think I do
Can't seem to see through anything that you do
Oh, ooohhh, the things you make me do
Y/N was walking down one of the dark arena hallways, when a pair of strong arms grabbed her from behind, pushing her inside of one of the locker rooms
“Aren’t you gonna talk to me?” He asked, with his lips glued to her ear
“No, and let me go! I have work to do”
“You’ve been ignoring me for three days straight! Why is that, baby?” As his lips made contact with her skin, trailing down her neck
“Roman, just let me go. This is not the place and DEFINITELY not the time”
“I miss you” He whispered “Y/N, baby, you hurt my feelings when you treat me like this” He buried his face in her hair and caressed her body softly
She scoffed “As if you had any”
“Hey” He turned her around so she could face him “What’s the attitude about?” He looked into her eyes, and saw the resentment they held
“Is this because of what I said in your hotel room?” He sighed
“If you know, then why play dumb?” She spat
“C’mon Y/N, I’m sorry, ok?” He hugged her waist “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m an asshole! Please forgive me?” He pouted “Please, baby? I hate when you get mad at me” He begged with his eyes
“You don’t deserve it, you know” She crossed her arms in front of her chest
“Don’t be such a bitter bitch...It’s hotter when you’re MY bitch” He teased
When she tried to hold back a cackle, he knew he had won again
I should know better than to follow your lead wherever you go
Through the raging rivers, stones and alley ways we go
Sometimes I wonder if you really know where you take me to
But your radio is on so loud I can't get through to you
But if everything's ok with you then it's ok with me
You are such a little boy with you're big philosophy
But I'm not a little girl, I am a woman, don't you know?
I'm packing up my toys, I don't want to play anymore
“I don’t want to do this anymore” She said, watching him turn around and get dressed again - as he did every time.
“What are you talking about?” He frowned, as he looked for his shirt
“I don’t want to see you anymore, I’m done with this bullshit”
“You’re breaking up with me?” He laughed, in disbelief
“Well technically, in order to break up with someone you need to be with them in the first place”
“Not this again” He rolled his eyes in annoyance “Why do you always have to get feelings involved, huh? For fucks sake, can’t you ENJOY a one night stand like everybody else?” He threw his hands up in the air
“One night stand?” She widened her eyes in surprise “Do you call fucking almost every night for two years straight a ‘one night stand’ ?”
“Sexually speaking, we couldn't be any more compatible if we tried - so what the fuck do you want me to do? You’re a good fuck to me and I’m a good fuck to you! Why would I search in clubs and bars for something I have next door?” He tugged on his hair out of frustration “I don’t have to date you to like you, Y/N” He sat down beside her on the bed, and caressed her face delicately “You know I like you, don’t you, baby?”
“Yeah I know” She slapped his hand away “You like me when your dick is inside of me”
“Y/N” He sighed
“Get the fuck out” She kicked him on his lower back, in a repeated attempt to shove him out of the bed “Get out!”
“I’m leaving!” He said, grabbing his jacket
“Out!” She threw one of her heels at him, and her aim made it so it nailed him sharply in the hip
“I said I’m fucking leaving” He grabbed the door handle “Crazy bitch!” He said loudly enough for her to hear as he left
But what he didn’t hear were her sobs, which lasted the entire weekend
Do I need you?
You seem to think I do
Can't seem to see through anything that you do
Oh, ooohhh, the things you make me do
Six months had passed. Y/N had transferred to Smackdown, leaving Roman and all of their bitter memories together with Monday Night Raw, and for once in her life, is truly happy. That night, as she approached her car in the parking lot, she spotted none other than Roman himself leaning against the drivers’ door of her vehicle
And how can you smile at me when you know just what you can do
And it's not fair to me cause you know that I can never have you
How can you make me feel so good but then you make me feel so bad
You know that you are the baddest love that I've never had
“Hi, baby” He smiled sheepishly “I missed you” He tried to hug her, but she dismissed him
*It’s not going to be as easy as I thought* He mentally said to himself
“Can I talk to you for a minute? I wanted to apolog-”
“What are you doing here, Roman?” She asked sharply
“I got transferred to Smackdown”
“Good for you” She nodded once and continued “Now, if you excuse me, I’m really tired” She pointed towards her car
“Y/N” He cupped her cheek “Please, just hear me out? I regret everything I did, baby. I mean it! I should have never treated you like that, you don’t deserve it! You’re a beautiful, smart, sexy woman and it was a huge mistake to take you for granted” He brushed his lips softly against hers “Tell me you forgive me, I beg you, please, baby”
“I forgive you and then what? Everything goes back to what it used to be? You treating me like shit? No, Roman. This is not fair to me” She shook her head
“And you’re absolutely right! That will NEVER happen again! I give you my word, baby. Just give me one more chance and I promise I’ll make it up to you” His long fingers stroked the back of her neck lightly, making her miss what they once had.
That was until her phone rang, and the first chords of the Davy Jones Locket song echoed through the parking lot, remembering her of what she had now.
She smiled, as the song continued “No, I have to go” She took his hand off her face and entered the car to go meet the owner of that ringtone.
I've got my own man now, he treats me the way that you never could
And now you're all like "I should’ve, could’ve, would..."
But I'm afraid you've missed the train, you were too busy playing games
And now our story comes to an end, you ain't my lover or my friend
And when I am walking down the aisle oh so happily
Then you'll be saying "it could’ve, should’ve been me."
“Rumor has it, you’re getting married” Roman said, leaning against her office’s door
“Wow, news travels fast in this business, huh?” She answered, not paying too
much attention to him
“Can I see the ring?”
“Why? Want to buy a new one for your wife?” She scoffed
He decided to ignore her tone “Can I know who the lucky guy is?”
“Will it change anything if you do?” She continued to read her papers
“Can you stop answering my questions with other questions?”
“Will you stop asking me personal questions then?”
He chuckled softly “I missed that acid humor of yours”
“What do you want Roman?” She glared at him
“Your happiness” But this time, he meant it
“Now, that’s a bad taste joke” She laughed bitterly
“I know you don’t believe me, but I do”
“Right” She said dismissively
“Can you tell me who it is?”
“I figure, if you know I’m getting married then you also know who the groom is. Why hear old news again?”
“It’s Drew, isn’t it?” He asked defeatedly
She sighed “Yes, Roman. It’s Drew, are you happy now?”
“When is the wedding?”
“October. Why are you suddenly so interested in my love life?”
“I need to know how much time I have to kidnap you before you commit the biggest mistake of your life” He joked, but deep down, he meant it
“I’m pretty sure I’ve already committed that one” She said, intentionally making eye contact with him
“I love you, Y/N. Always have”
“You have a funny way of showing it” She murmured
“I’m sorry, babe...but I felt trapped. I didn’t knew how to express what I was feeling and I was so confused” He locked his gaze with hers “I would do everything different now, I swear I would”
She ignored his pleading eyes, and returned her gaze to her paperwork “I’m afraid that time is gone, Roman...There’s nothing left to do”
If you need me, I will not hear thee
Stay away from me, trying to decieve me
Oh, oh, ohhh the things you make me do
Oh the things you'll never make me do
Oh the things you’ll never make me do
Roses are red, violets are blue and so are you
One year later, Y/N is gathering her personal belongings from her office, her pregnancy doesn’t allow her to travel with the company any more, so she’s going to be working only from her home office for the foreseeable future. A knock on her door made her look up
“I heard the stork will be visiting you soon” Roman said
“Yeah, apparently she will”
“How far along are you?” He approached her carefully
“Just turned four months”
“Baby is popping out of nowhere, huh? Until a week ago you had no bump at all, and now” He reached his hand to touch her belly, but stopped midway
“It’s okay, Ro, you can touch it” She encouraged him
He smiled widely and rested his big hand against her tiny bump
“Do you know what you’re having?” He asked softly
“Girl” She smiled brightly “Regan”
“Even got her a name already? Damn baby, you’re fast- Sorry I shouldn’t have called you that” He said weakly
“It’s ok, don’t worry about it” She tried to hide the nostalgia the pet name brought to her
“I wish...” He trailed off
“Don’t. Don’t go there, please”
“You can still run away with me, you know?” He smirked, teasingly
“I’m sure you would look great holding a female version of Drew” She tried to joke
“As long as you birth it, I don’t care who made it. Although I wish it was me” He tried, one last time
“Maybe in another life, Ro” She smirked sadly, as she reached the door
“Do you promise?” He asked
“I’ll see you around” Smiling widely, she made her way out the arena doors, leaving him behind, for the second time (in that life).
But who knows what can happen in the next one?...
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IT’S OUT THERE - Maddison - An Original Story
WARNING/S: Mention of assault, injuries, legal stuff, anxiety, panic
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{AUGUST 2013}
Maddie's filming on Arrow today. It's been so nice to be able to branch out into different roles. First Captain America now Arrow, she's loving it. She wishes she could do it more often but Supernatural keeps her pretty busy, not that she's complaining. While it's her first episode on Arrow, she already knows most of the cast and has for a while.
They're currently on a break while the crew set up for the next shot and unsurprisingly she has her head in her phone messaging with Chris. They've been messaging on and off all day. They've actually been messaging basically all day, every day since Comic Con. She's dreading her next phone bill.
Maddie smiles and lets out a quiet laugh, shaking her head slightly. While she's annoyed at Sebastian for telling Chris about her hand, a part of her is glad he did.
"Fuck, Jared was right!" Stephen declares loudly.
"Huh?" she says, looking up at him confused. She really wasn't paying attention to anything other than her phone.
"Maddie, I've been trying to get your attention for the past few minutes. You've had your head in your phone. Whoever this guy you're seeing is, you're smitten"
She rolls her eyes, making a mental note to punch Jared when she sees him next
"You know, I should have just messaged you, would have gotten a quicker response" he jokingly tells her
"Yeah probably, sorry" she says, putting her phone in her lap and giving him her full attention
"So, you gonna tell me who this guy is?"
"Nope... and don't even try to get it out of Jared"
"You threatened to hurt him didn't you?"
"Yep"
"He's scared of you"
"He should be. The last guy who pissed me off got a broken nose"
"You're joking right?"
"No... blood everywhere"
"I'm not gonna do anything to piss you off then"
"That's a good idea"
"Can I um… can I just ask one thing?"
"Yeah"
"This guy you're seeing... you happy?"
A smile spreads across her face because for the first time in almost a year she is happy, genuinely happy... because of Chris, even with her anxiety trying to sabotage her every chance it could.
"I'll take that as a yes"
"Yeah"
"Good... you deserve it" he says, putting his arm around her and giving her a gentle squeeze
"Thank you"
"Go on, go back to messaging your mystery guy"
"You know what, I think I will"
Stephen laughs at her, shaking his head while she picks up her phone and goes back to messaging with Chris.
"Oh, here comes trouble" Stephen says. Maddie looks up and sees Jared and Jensen walking over. She notices the slight frown on Jensen face. She knows that frown, he worried.
"Wrong set guys" Stephen jokes. The Arrow set is right next door to the Supernatural set. They're on the same lot. You can walk from the main stage of the Supernatural set to the main stage of The Arrow set within five minutes.
There's actually an ongoing "rivalry" between the two sets and the Supernatural team are currently winning thanks to last week's spectacular prank. People were still finding feathers.
"You need to keep you mouth shut" she tells Jared, glaring at him as him and Jensen reach her.
"What'd I do?" Jared says, looking from Maddie to Stephen with a confused look on his face
"Don't look at me" Stephen tells him, holding up his hands
"The guy I'm seeing... I'm smitten" she says, putting her phone away and crossing her arms.
"Oh, that. Well, you kinda are Mads" Jared tells her, shrugging slightly which causes her to quietly growl at him.
"Maddie, I need to talk to you. It's important" Jensen says before she has a chance to smack Jared up the side of the head
"OK"
Jared starts talking to Stephen while Jensen pulls her aside to somewhere more private, the frown returning to his face when they stop walking.
"What's up?" she asks him, confused
"Maddie, I'm so sorry" he tells her, handing her his phone
"What are you talking about?"
"Mads... read it"
She frowns and looks at what he's showing her. Her face instantly drops and her breath catches in her throat as she starts to read the E! News article.
The more she reads the worse it gets. It's all there. Everything from that night. The assault, her injuries, Travis' arrest, his charges. Every single detail, even Sebastian's involvement. How did this get out, how?
"NO!... no no no no no... Jens" she begs, looking at him in complete shock.
"Maddie"
"When was this posted?"
"Ten minutes ago, if that"
"Oh god... what am I gonna do?"
"I don't think theres much you can do at this point" he tells her honestly. He hates that this is happening. Especially now that she's starting to move on with her life.
"FUCK... this can't be happening" she cries, starting to pace in a small circle. Why… why, why, why, why, why? Why now? Jensen notices that she’s shaking and starting to hyperventilate. Fuck, she’s about to have a panic attack.
"Maddie, Mads… hey, look at me, take a breath" he tells her, trying to get her to focus on him.
"Don't you dare tell me to calm down Jensen" she snaps angrily
"Hey, hey, I'm not, OK. I'm furious so I can't even begin to imagine what you're feeling right now"
"Why can't I just be free of him, for once?"
"I'm sorry" he says, starting to pull her in for a hug. She steps away from him as tears fill her eyes. She can't. Turning on her heals she basically runs to her trailer.
She didn't want people knowing what had happened, at least not like this. She wanted to talk about it in her own time, when she was ready. That's all be taken away. What happened had just been broadcast to the entire world.
She throws herself onto the couch as a cry of anger, pain, frustration, all the emotions leaves her throat. She covers her face as she begins to sob, overwhelmed as a million things start to race through her mind.
She has no idea how much time has passed when her phone goes off, pulling her from her thoughts. Her stomach drops, she's got countless notifications, it's starting. She can't bring herself to even think about processing what's going on, it’s too much.
She just puts her phone on silent, tossing it on the small coffee table in front of her as she hears a knock on her trailer door.
"Mads, can I come in, please?" Jensen asks from outside. He’s worried about her.
"Yeah" she says, wiping her eyes. As soon as she sees him she hangs her head, tears starting to flow again.
"Oh kiddo, come her" he says, wrapping her in a protective bear hug while she buries her face in his chest. He is going to kill the person who leaked this.
“I’m so sorry Mads” he tells her, rubbing her back as she breaks down in his arms. His heart breaks that she has to go through this. He just wants her to be able to put it all behind her.
"W... why. Why is this happening?" she asks between sobs, trying to catch her breath.
"I don't know" he tells her, resting his chin on the top of her head.
"I can't do this" she whispers, so quietly that he barley hears her. He lets out a soft sigh and lets go of her before gently taking her face in his hands.
"Listen to me. I know this isn't what you wanted Mads but it's out there now, we can't control that. What we can control is how you’re gonna deal with this going forward. You can ignore it, you can address it, you can do whatever you want just know that whatever you choose to do, you've got our full support. You are not alone in this, I promise"
"I don't know what to do... what do I do?"
"I can't tell you that Maddie"
Her face contorts as she starts to cry again. He kisses her forehead before pulling her into him and letting her bury her face in his chest again.
“It’s gonna be OK… you’re gonna be OK” he tells her, holding her tight.
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D.U.D.E Part 15 - I Try (set in 2020)
Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.
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Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as 'Mature / sexual content' just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it's Kirby's inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it's either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia's text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men's dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.
The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.
Kirby's P.O.V:
Kirby takes a deep breath, freshening up and looking in the mirror at herself, on the verge of tears as Eddie walks into the bathroom.
"It's okay to cry, sweetheart," Eddie goes silent when Kirby, wraps her arms around his waist, buries her face in his neck and starts crying, "I got ya, babe, ya okay." He whispers.
"I don't want to be alone anymore, I want to..." She goes quiet, unsure of herself.
"It's a'ight, you can tell me." He reassures, rubbing her back to keep her calm.
"I wanna be with you, I have tried to forget you and move on, I can't deny the way I feel anymore... I want a life with you, I want a family, I want to wake up in a bed next to you, every morning for the rest of my life... I want us, without the fear of Damien splitting us up, all of it, the good, the bad, the goofy, the grumpy, the fuckin' ugly truth is I'm afraid... I'm afraid of Damien, I shouldn't be, but I am, even at my best I can never beat him."
"Then we'll take him on... together," Eddie smiles softly at her, pulling her into a gentle kiss, "first though, ya gotta marry me. I want you, no, I need you. I need this tall, sexy, Celtic rose in my life. I won't deny, I've had some nights where I got drunk and almost went home with a chick, but I couldn't get anythin' from them, everything I could gain from some other broad, you did better than them. Everything, conversations, sex, makin' out in the back of a car, everythin'."
Kirby smiles weakly, "You really wanna be with me?"
"It's why I'm here, I even brought both rings with me. Mox said the idea was insane, 'cause I have work tomorrow, but I can't wake up alone again, not when every dream I have is of bein' with ya... I stopped tellin' Renee about the times I dream, 'cause every dream I've had since ya left... they were all the same, all of 'em, I would wake up next to you, we would talk for a while, and then they'd end when I went to kiss you..."
"'Cause I wasn't there..." She whispers.
Eddie nods, lifting Kirby's chin to kiss her softly. They stay still for a moment, taking in the silence before Eddie moves. He covers Kirby's eyes with one hand and leads her back to the bed with the other, making her sit down and close her eyes, when he allows her to open them again, he has the ring box and is kneeling in front of her.
"Kirby Raven Eirian Aoibheann Rhydderch, will you please never leave my side again?"
"I will admit, this is an improvement on your first proposal." She jokes softly as she stands up, pulling Eddie to his feet and kissing him deeply, feeling a slight chill when Eddie slides the ring onto her finger, "Quick question, Papi, why the fuck and when the fuck did you get your eyebrow cut up like that?"
"October, missin' ya wife'll do crazy things to a man," He smirks, "now put on the prettiest dress you own, 'cause I am findin' a chapel, and we are partin' ways ever again." He looks at Kirby, a wild energy in his eyes as they meet hers.
Kirby feels Eddie's eyes watching her as she gets dressed, a simple plain orange sundress and the black timbs he bought her, Eddie makes sure he looks okay (even going to the length of raiding Kirby's stuff for a suit jacket, before giving up once he sees how well tailored they are to her size).
"Fuck it, c'mere." Eddie shrugs, hoisting over his shoulder.
"Eddie, no, put me down." Kirby chuckles.
"Nah," He pats her butt, "I think I'll keep ya there for a while."
Eddie carries her out of the building, putting her down and kissing her gently when they get outside. Eddie uses his phone to find the nearest chapel and leads Kirby to it.
Within half an hour, they're legally married. Within two hours, Kirby's surname has been changed to Moore. Within four hours, they're back in Jacksonville. In a hotel's 'newlywed suite' together. Eddie above Kirby on his hands and knees, trapping her on the bed, kissing her deeply over and over again.
"Do ya take me as ya husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, forever?" He whispers.
"I do," She whispers, "do you take me as your wife, for better or worse, until death do us part?"
"I do," Eddie grins, "My wifey, no more leavin' me, not now, not ever."
"Gotta put this in the calendar from now on, December first twenty-twenty, married the greatest man in the universe."
"Our wedding anni... aneh... anniversary, fuck that word." Eddie murmurs.
Kirby chuckles softly, cupping Eddie's face in her hands, "how about I say that word from now on?"
"Lil' miss bachelor's degree, my Mrs bachelor's degree, God, you're beautiful."
"Says the most handsome man in the world." She smiles softly.
Eddie smiles softly, "If I don't get you pregnant by the end of tonight, it'll be a miracle."
Kirby sticks her tongue out at Eddie, he immediately mirrors her actions before he kisses her roughly. Eddie growls against her lips, pulling away to take his shirt off and lay next to Kirby, lazily kissing her as he keeps hold of her left hand with his, the metal of their rings making a small 'clink' sound when they collide.
Eventually Eddie falls asleep beside her, and Kirby watches him for a couple minutes, she puts her head on his chest and snuggles up to him, soon falling asleep.
Eddie wakes her up with a kiss the following morning (2nd Dec 2002, Wednesday)
"Morning gorgeous, are ya comin' with me to work today?"
"I gotta sort a lot of things out, but it's all stuff I can do with my laptop and phone, so... sure. I'll come to work with you."
"You're so fuckin' cute... sure, you're a little awkward, a little clumsy, a little theatrical and definitely a workaholic, but I love that about you."
"And you're argumentative, childish, gruff, immature, overprotective, sarcastic, stubborn, a tease, a bigmouth, lewd and short-tempered."
"Oh, and ya also anxious, gluttonous, stingy, and a supposed cannibal." Eddie smirks, grabbing Kirby's face and kissing her roughly.
"You're so sexy, Eddie."
"Don't start flirtin' with me, 'cause you know I'll risk missin' work to fuck ya pretty little brains out."
Kirby gets up, pulling Eddie into a tight hug, going to the bathroom to do her morning routine after he kisses her cheek scar.
"Are you watching me, Edward?" She asks, looking in the mirror as she washes her face.
"Yea, can't help but stare at my lady... my beautiful wife... I'm gonna get you a coffee, and I'm gonna make sure everyone knows ya mine."
"You're going to work in that? It's cold out, A stór [my treasure], put a hoodie on or somethin'."
"What did you just call me, Ma?" He raises an eyebrow in confusion.
"A stór, it means 'my treasure' in Irish." She shrugs.
"I like that, I'll go put a hoodie on, but I wanna hear you say that again first."
"A stór." She purrs.
Eddie spins Kirby around and kisses her deeply, his hands on her waist as he growls against her lips, grinding his groin against hers.
After Kirby finishes her routine, Eddie takes her out to grab breakfast.
He posts a picture of them from the day before on his Instagram and Twitter. He chooses the photo of them at the chapel, both of them displaying their wedding rings, captioning it 'I got her back, and my Queen is much more powerful than her King'.
Kirby shakes her head as she watches him post it, unable to protest, mid-bite of her blueberry muffin.
"There, now we wait for the comments, calls, texts and everythin' else."
"Now we wait for Twitter to set itself on fire over a photo." Kirby chuckles softly.
They don't have to wait long, the first call is from Mox, then Renee, then practically the entire locker room of AEW. Call after call, text after text, Instagram and Twitter notifications come streaming in. Kirby turns Eddie's phone off to silence the constant notification noises.
"We are popular today, Eddie... don't do that again."
"Why not?" Eddie smirks, "I thought you liked me being reckless."
Kirby chuckles, placing her head on his shoulder, he kisses her forehead softly as he turns his phone back on. He keeps his phone on silent and turns off his notifications for the next two hours.
"If we fly out tomorrow, we can get a truck and move everything to New York. I'll also see if we can fly out to Wales for ya birthday."
"We don't have to fly out for my birthday, Kingy... you want me to go, get some papers and roll you a ciggy?"
Eddie kisses her softly, "I'll grab ya coffee, you go roll me one, a'ight, Ma?"
"Okay, no talking to reporters, striking anyone or staring at my bottom."
"Two outta three?"
"Fine, you can stare at my ass... handsome man."
Kirby leaves Eddie in the café, heading to a nearby corner store and picking up some stuff for her and Eddie, she stands outside the café rolling a cigarette. She's practically a natural at it, having learnt from her uncles and cousins, she hands it to Eddie when he walks up to her. He immediately lights it up and hands her a to-go cup of coffee.
"Ready to go shock the world?" He smirks.
"Or get rich trying," She smiles softly, "You give me refuge, I give you a giant, cannibalistic demoness."
"Babe, I have a GED, I don't know what refuge means."
"It's basically another word for safety."
"Yeah, I'll keep you safe, stop ya from gettin' all jittery and keep ya head from spinnin'." He kisses her softly.
A couple hours pass and Kirby's, doing her work and emailing people, sitting in catering backstage at Daily's Place. She's listening and humming along to her 90s mix on Spotify, ignoring the world around her, when a very pissed off Eddie sits beside her and starts grumbling obscenities. It takes him unplugging her headphones, from her phone, to make her notice him.
"Eddie, that wasn't nice of you," She looks over at her American husband, her peaceful smile becoming a concerned frown, "What's wrong, Kingy?"
"I'm gonna punch Moxley in the face, if he asks me any more fuckin' questions." He grumbles.
"Kingy, no punching people, breathe, be calm." She whispers, pulling Eddie into a side hug and kissing his jawline.
Eddie takes a deep breath, reaching over to Kirby's laptop and opening something, starting a video call with Kirby's parents.
"Eddie, no, it's like one in the morning over there."
"Why the fuck are ya video callin' my laptop at this time, princess." Hywel (Kirby's father) groans as he picks up the call.
"Sorry, Da, My American idiot husband did it."
Hywel chuckles, "Hey, son, you two finally got married? Don't tell me it went down like a rom com, I'll owe your Mam a tenner."
"Hey Hywel, just wanted to ask ya, can you two fly out for Kirby's birthday, and would it be alright if we flew out to spend Christmas with you guys?" Eddie asks his father-in-law.
"I'll talk with Oda when she wakes up, but feel free to visit us anytime you two want to. Kirby already has her own house keys, and you can always visit the C.R.C building... I gotta sleep now, or else I'll be awake for the rest of the day, night my little princess, keep her safe Eddie."
"Night, Da, I love you."
"Don't worry, I'll keep her safe," Eddie nods, hanging up the video call, "gonna take ya home for the holidays, gonna make ya introduce me to ya family." Eddie smirks, tickling Kirby's ribs and slipping his hands under her shirt.
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1. why did you choose your url?
i'm interested in philosophy and a lover of both greek mythology and shitty puns.
2. any side blogs?
i used to be all "no side blogs we cram all our interests into our main like men" still am to a degree but i recently caved and made this aesthetics blog @oldgodscore
3. how long have you been on tumblr?
time is an illusion and i don't know exactly. years and years.
4. do you have a queue tag?
i do not. i will simply reblog 50 things my followers don't care about in a row onto everyone's dash like the gods intended
5. why did you start your blog in the first place?
i honestly don't know. i was a lonely teenager who found a webbed site with some pretty pictures and anime characters to distract myself from the fact that i exist. fast forward a few years and now this is home.
6. why did you choose your icon?
didn't want a fandom icon cause i knew it'd change like every two weeks so i picked a character that i like from a show that i have a relatively constant level of interest in instead of a show that i'm obsessed with for a month and then largely don't care about until the obsession strikes again
7. why did you choose your header?
wanted something neutral but not boring. also black and red fucks as a color combination
8. what's your post with the most notes?
a post in the miette format about how i love people who comment on fics. no idea why that one blew up it sat at like five notes for MONTHS i forgot it existed and then someone found it and now i get annoyed when the post gets notes again because having a popular post on tumblr dot com is hell.
9. how many mutuals do you have?
uhh... i haven't counted. somewhere between 10 and 20 maybe?
10. how many followers do you have?
few. not displaying follower counts is one of the best features of this hellsite and i'd like to keep it that way.
11. how many ppl do you follow?
242
12. have you ever made a shitpost?
who hasn't
13. how many times do you use tumblr a day?
i close this site and 5 min later i'm back again. sometimes i literally open tumblr, look at the first post on my dash, then close it again. i have stopped counting. it's becoming a problem
14. have you ever had a fight with another blog?
yes it lasted the 3 seconds it took me to find the block button
15. how do you feel about need to rb posts?
go directly to hell. do not pass go. do not collect $200. fuck these posts. anyone who subjects me to that bullshit gets unfollowed. as soon as i see a "you need to reblog" the entire point you were making, no matter how good, evaporates into the fucking ether. yes i know you're pro-good things and anti-bad things and you feel very righteous about that but have you considered shutting the fuck up?
(sorry for the rant but god these posts need to die)
16. do you like tag games?
yup, they're fun and a nice way to get to know people instead of just observing them from afar
17. do you like ask games?
in theory? yes. in practice? every time i've reblogged an ask game my inbox has been a barren wasteland so i don't do it anymore.
18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?
probably @taxinealkaloids because her art is gorgeous and her taste is flawless
19. do you have a crush on a mutual?
the bond mutuals on tumblr dot gov share goes deeper than any temporary crush could my friend
20. tags
i'm tagging @ante--meridiem and @first-only
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