#because it's still going strong like 25+ years later
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don’t marry him! percy jackson ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
aged up!percy jackson x fem!chase!reader
a love confession like amy and laurie’s from little women with percy and his best friend‘s, annabeth chase’s, sister.
genre; best friends to lovers
warnings; ooc!percy (?)
Percy Jackson had been your best friend since you were fourteen and you had to go with him and the hunters of Artemis on a quest to save Artemis and also your sister, Annabeth.
This was the start of your friendship and you had always thought he was kind of cute, well as cute as a fourteen year old boy going through puberty can be. But the closer you became, the stronger your feelings for him got, but you never said anything because you knew that Annabeth liked him and she was your sister.
Besides, you knew Percy liked Annabeth so he would never return your feelings for him.
Years went by with Percy still being your best friend. During the years, Percy and Annabeth had started dating but they broke up when they realized they were better off as friends. But when that happened, you were already dating someone else, someone who you thought was good enough to make you happy for the rest of your life.
Even though your feelings for him weren’t as strong as your feelings for Percy used to be.
Now you’re 25 and your boyfriend proposed to you. And you said yes.
When Percy heard about it, he felt like his world was crumbling down. You, the girl he had a crush on since he was twelve and saw her at Camp Halfblood for the first time was getting married.
For him it has always been you, but when he was seventeen, he decided to be stupid. He thought that you would never return his feelings, so he thought it was best to move on from you and soon he found himself in a relationship with Annabeth, your sister.
It didn’t take long for the both of them notice that they never really saw each other in a romantic way and decided to stay friends instead. But when they broke up Annabeth told him that she knew about his feelings for you and that you also return those feelings.
When Percy went to talk to you about it, it was already too late. You were in a relationship with someone else, someone else who was not him.
So when Percy heard about your engagement he knew he had to come and see you, he knew he had to speak now or he would loose his one chance of being with you.
You were at your apartment when he came knocking at your door like a mad man, luckily your fiancée was not home, he doesn’t like Percy very much. When you opened the door Percy was breathing heavily and staring at you with such an intensity in his eyes that you had to look to the ground to regain yourself again.
He still had that effect on you, even eleven years later.
“Don’t marry him.” He says.
Your heart drops.
A beat passes.
“What?”
Without your invitation he moved past you into your apartment. You couldn’t do anything but stare at the place he was just standing at, with your back now facing him.
Percy sighs and even though you can’t see it you know exactly the face he’s making right now, he has his eyes squeezed shut and his lips pressed tightly together.
“Don’t marry him.” He speaks again.
This time, you close the door and turn around to face him. Your heart beats so fast you’re afraid he can see it.
“Why?” You ask him, head tilted and eyes squinted so he wouldn’t see what he was actually making you feel, like you were fourteen and in love again. But he sees right through you, because he knows you.
He tilts his head, mimicking your expression, you know he has a habit of doing that, “You know why.”
You shake your head, “No I don’t.” You whisper out. But oh gods you do. You are staring directly into his eyes with such warmth that it makes him feel dizzy.
He stares back. “Yes you do.”
You shake your head once more, pressing your lips together, “No. No. You don’t get to do this to me. Not now.”
He takes a step closer, “Yes.”
You see his hand reaching out for you but you take a step back.
“No. Percy, you’re being mean. Stop it.” Your voice is barely a hoarse whisper and you feel the tears welling up in your eyes. You squeeze them shut so he wouldn’t see you cry. “You don’t get to say that. Not now. Not when I’m engaged damn it. Not when I’m finally happy.”
He brings his hand up to cup your cheek. “You’re lying and we both know it. I know you. I know you when you’re happy. Do you seriously want to spend the rest of your life with someone that only makes you half as happy as you deserve to be?”
You push his hand away and the tears start falling freely. “It’s better than not being happy at all. Gods. Percy you’re just lonely because you’re not with Annabeth, it’s okay to admit that, you don’t want me like that.”
“What? No you don’t get to say that. Not when I’ve been in love with you since you since we were twelve.”
You looked at him like a wounded animal. “Then why were you in a relationship with my sister? Huh? I always saw the way you looked at her, you’ve been in love with her since we were twelve.”
You let out a long sigh, and stare to the ground. "I have been second to Annabeth my whole life, in everything. I will not be second to her in this. And I won't be the person you settle for just because you can not have her.” You lift up your head, meeting his eyes.
“Please, y/n.” He pleads. “I’m in love with you, not with her. You won’t be second to her, because you’ve always come first for me.”
“Stop it. I won't. I can't do it, Percy. Not when I’ve spent almost my entire life loving you.” You turn around and open the door and mention for him to leave.
To your surprise he does without saying anything.
But when he’s out of the door, he turns to look you in the eyes one last time before he’s gone.
You’re dressed in all black and standing in front your fathers grave when Annabeth comes to stand next to you. It’s true, you’ve never had that much of a close relationship like the Stoll brothers for example, but you loved her dearly.
But even though, you’re only one year younger than her you can’t help but feel as though she is centuries older than you.
She has always been so much wiser than you, and that’s mostly because Athena is her mother and not yours, but she always knew things and she knew how to keep her emotions in check.
When you were younger, you were secretly jealous of her friendship with Percy and Grover. The three of them seemed so happy with each other, but you didn’t dare to talk to the three of them because you thought they didn’t want you in their group.
So you chose to watch them from afar.
And then your sister went missing and it felt like your whole world was caving in. So you went on a quest to save her and that’s when you really got to know Percy, and he became your best friend.
When Annabeth returned home, you two became a whole lot closer and soon you found yourself in their friend group.
“I’m going to miss him.” Annabeth’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts. Her voice is firm, yet gentle, like an older sisters voice is supposed to be and you want to cuddle into her and make her read her favorite book to you just like she did when you were kids.
Your lips tremble and your hand reaches for hers, “Yeah, me too.”
All of the sudden, Annabeth turns around to face you and she asks, “Why did you turn down Percy?”
“What?” You ask flabbergasted. “How do you know about that?”
She looks you in the eyes, “He told me. So why did you turn him down? I know about your feelings for him, and I know how he feels about you.”
“I was engaged Annabeth. Besides, he only wants me, because he can’t have you. And I’m not gonna go and play second choice just because he’s lonely.” You tell her, and try to avoid your gaze because you know, the second she looks you in the eyes it’s like she can see right through you.
“That’s not true.” She says.
“What?”
“That’s not true. Y/n, that boy has been in love with you since he saw you at Camp Halfblood for the first time. It’s always been you, and I’m not mad about that. Me and him were only together because we had been confused because of the war and all it’s losses.” She says that with so much honesty it makes you almost dizzy. “He loves you. And you’d be an idiot to turn him down when I know you feel the same. If you didn’t, you wouldn’t have blown off your engagement.”
She leaves before you can say anything.
But you’re not alone for long, because Percy fills in the space where Annabeth was just standing.
You don’t look at him.
“I came as soon as I heard. I know I didn’t know your father very well, but I didn’t want you to be alone.” He says and you can feel his gaze burning into you.
“I’m not alone, I have Annabeth.” But you knew you also needed Percy, he was still your best friend after all.
Then it’s silent.
“He’s never gonna see me get married one day. He’ll never get to meet his grandchildren.” You manage to get out because suddenly your eyes were filled with tears again. “I’m gonna miss him so much.”
Without saying anything, he pulls you into a hug. And you let him. He smells like the ocean and also mint, he smells like home.
You pull away and he wipes the tears off your cheeks and with his hands.
You take a deep breath and say, “I’m not marrying him.”
He looks down at you, “Yeah, I heard about that.”
"And you don’t have to say anything or do anything. It just didn't feel right. We don't need to say anything.” You say before he can he can say anything.
But Percy interrupts you by putting his hands on your cheeks, pulling your face to his and laying his lips on yours.
You feel warm and fuzzy inside and it makes you feel like you’re thirteen with a crush again. The kiss is gentle, and you know he puts all his love and adoration for you into it and you return it with just as much love and emotion.
When you pull away for air, you’re both smiling from ear to ear.
“Gods, I love you so much.” He says before pulling you into another kiss. This time, it’s messy and full of smiles you can both barely contain but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
#percy jackson#percy jackson x reader#annabeth chase#x reader#imagine#percy jackson imagine#percy jackson imagines#percy jackson oneshot#pjo#pjoverse#riordianverse#pjo oneshot#pjo x reader#[🩷] lana writes#little women
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How do you think jhutch characters would handle a baby?
I'm not quite sure if you're asking "what would they do if you handed them a baby" or "what would they do if you told them you're pregnant" but I'm gonna assume you meant the latter. (feel free to send another request if I got it wrong)
Ranking Jhutch characters from worst to best fathers:
Billy
☆ Would play dumb when you hand him the pregnancy test.
☆ "What's this? Oh, you're pregnant? Can't be mine. My pull-out game is too strong." (literally has NO pull-out game, refuses to use condoms because he "can't feel" with them on)
☆ Basically ghosts you until the paternity test proves it's his. Then he actually ghosts you.
☆ Drops off the face of the fucking Earth for years. Doesn't pay a dime in child support.
☆ Maybe he comes back like 3 years later drunk and demanding to see "his" kid idk. Literally the worst.
Derek
☆ Honestly I headcannon he had a vasectomy at like 24-25.
☆ His mom hit him up once she heard about his prostitute scandals and chewed him out. Gave him "the talk" even though he's a grown ass man... finally got him to get snipped when she brought up the possibility of paying income-based child support for 18 years.
☆ Assuming he doesn't have one, though...
☆ He'd initially be mad and blame you. "I thought you were on the pill!!"
☆ Then he'd be like "Is it too late to... you know... get rid of it?" (and kind of dance around the subject because he's too much of a wimp to just say the word abortion)
☆ Wallace and his mom would both force him to get his shit together and apologize. Eventually he'd come to terms with the fact he's gonna be a dad.
☆ He'd be the kind of bastard to throw an over-the-top gender reveal party. The kind that burns down half of California or pollutes a major water channel.
☆ I think he'd be a really good girl dad. He'd let her paint his nails and stuff. Spoil her. <3
☆ He would treat a son completely differently. Teach him to "be a man" or whatever when he's still learning to walk. Force him into random ass sports.
☆ He'd have them mostly taken care of by a nanny. That's probably how he was raised, anyways. Derek Danforth is NOT changing a diaper.
Futturman
☆ Whether we're talking pre-show or post-show, he'd freak the fuck out if you handed him a positive pregnancy test. I'm talking full-on pass out.
☆ Pre-show Josh would be like "Babe we can NOT afford a baby I literally live at home with my parents and work as a janitor."
☆ His parents would be so crazy supportive though. They've been hinting that they want grandkids for YEARS.
☆ They literally clear out a room IMMIDEATELY after hearing the news and offer it to you to use as a nursery.
☆ His mom buys you more baby clothes than you could possibly need. His dad builds a crib from scratch.
☆ Overall Josh is stressed asf but he does his best to be there for you, and his parents are OVERWHELMIGLY supportive.
☆ Post-show Josh, on the other hand, doesn't have that support. But he's survived unspeakable horrors across multiple dimensions, how hard could a baby be?
☆ Extremely hard, apparently. One day he just loses it and makes a huge decision without asking you.
☆ "Josh WTF happened to our savings??"
☆ "TRUST ME BABE we need to invest in Apple!!"
☆ You're pissed but it pays off in a few years and you're both able to live comfortably.
☆ Then in 2015-ish he did the same thing again, pouring all your savings into bitcoin. This time you SWEAR you're going to leave him, but it all pays out in the end. He gets your kid through college with that money.
☆ Overall he's a really good father, too. He had great parents, and even if he's not experienced with kids, he's naturally a very caring and attentive person.
Mike
☆ Cries when he sees the pregnancy test. He's not even sure if it's happy or sad tears.
☆ Gets sick to his stomach overthinking about how he's going to be a terrible father. His dad walked out on him, so he has literally no idea how to act.
☆ Abby, on the other hand, is absolutely delighted. She's always wanted a "little sister". Mike has to remind her that technically it's her niece. Or nephew. There's no guarantee on the gender yet.
☆ Eventually he comes to terms with it all. He's taken care of Abby for ten years, he isn't completely clueless.
☆ Takes you to all of your Dr.'s appointments, checkups, etc. Holds your hand. Makes all of your weird pregnancy cravings and doesn't judge.
☆ After the birth, he lets you rest. Nearly works himself to death trying to take care of the baby all on his own because he wants you to recover.
☆ I'm talking getting up bleary-eyed at 2am every night to microwave some formula and feed the baby. After working a 10 hour shift.
☆ Pulls the "I have a baby on the way" card at work in an attempt to get a raise. It works, thankfully. (In the novel version of the movie; it says he gets a job as a contractor at the end. So hopefully he can afford a kid...)
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[Remember: these are just MY headcannons. If you think differently that's fine. I didn't include Clapton because he's literally in highschool... and we all know Peeta is an amazing father.]
#josh hutcherson#derek danforth#mike schmidt#the beekeeper#fnaf movie#josh futturman#josh futterman#future man#future man 2017#billy burn#burn movie 2019
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THAT SEASON FINALE!
light, where to begin, a disjointed ramble of things I observed:
Dovie’andi se tovya sagain! - Mat said the words, he said the words!
And he made his own ashandarei! I hope he gets the raven-inlaid one though because I’m sure no one wants him running around with that dagger
And I know he’s going to get a massive S3 glow-up because he sees himself as MORE, now. Yay Mat!
RAND exploding the shit out of the Seanchan including Turak; nice way around his general lack of swordtraining which I’m sure will be remedied
Once the Heron, to set his path!
The interplay between Rand (and Lews Therin before him), Lanfear, Ishamael - they were besties in the Age of Legends, lmao!
I had expected the intro to be a high society polyam party they were attending, not the Sealing of Ishamael, 🤭
The Warder bond was beautiful, flowing, intimate, just what I imagined when reading these books some 25 years ago
I knew Moiraine was gonna say Lan was her better!
I’m so glad they’re back together though, legendary qpp
Nice to see the S1 intro sequence with the gorgeously woven Aes Sedai tapestry
I was a bit sad Nynaeve didn’t heal Elayne OR Rand but she DID swear to make Seta’s mother curse the first kiss her father ever gave her and THAT was cool
Hopper, my beloved! 😩 I would be chopping Whitecloaks too!
It was so satisfying to see Perrin obey his wolfly instincts already!
Elayne being the one to heal Rand’s wound was an interesting choice, and you can tell he was dazzled by her!
Book lines, book lines, book lines making me have conniptions every time one was uttered
“From birth to death I serve the Blood.”
UNO I KNEW YOU WERE COMING YA SHEEP-GUTTED MILK DRINKER
“For the Light, and Shinowa!” still gave me chills even without an expanded story behind it for Ingtar
Egwene al’Vere. I hope she earns a title of “the Unbroken” someday. Remember, Nynaeve even said that about her when Egwene was captured by Whitecloaks in S1!
Egwene, spitting out the damane gag and refusing to rain down fire on innocents, ah my girl, that’s that Two Rivers steel
Egwene, collaring Renna and choking her to death, being stronger than Renna, being able to withstand the pain of that because that’s exactly what Renna taught her
Egwene later, with that amazing shield against Ishamael to protect her friends!
Lanfear pushing Lan and Moiraine out of the ocean Waygate was very unexpected but totally within Lanfear’s lane, just to keep Moiraine away from Rand
Lanfear working to sell the Seals to Bayle Domon, which was so lmao also, and it really enhanced her utter shock when she entered the room later with the Seals all broken.
M O G H E D I E N 🕷️
She is perfectly creepy, perfect in every way. I can’t wait to see her tear shit up, or to see how she will be used in S3 and beyond
Never expected her to cage Lanfear in her webs, either, dang. Lillen Moiral wasn’t near so strong as Mierin. But we know some things are just Talents, and Moghedien is better in Tel’aran’rhiod than Lanfear
Did you notice Rand’s wound swirling with evil bits throughout the healed part? Really cool effect if you catch it
Aviendha, Bain, and Chiad showing they can fight just as well in close quarters in a city as in the Three-Fold Land; and then later acknowledging Rand as Car’a’carn
Though I’d hoped we’d get some good old He Who Comes With The Dawn in here too
Moiraine’s outstanding torpedo weaves that fucked up the Seanchan boats! And she understands the stakes - if the Dragon is gentled, or harmed, or captured, everyone’s life is in danger and that includes her and Lan
Anyhow fuck the Seanchan
Did it look like Suroth got blown up too? Does that mean she’s dead? I guess we’ll see who gathers in the scattered remnants of the Hailene!
The first “I’m not Lews Therin” from Rand
Mat taking a moment to mention Rand’s “shit hair” to Perrin while they were in the mix, lmao
That shadow ashandarei is really scary, it is a laser knife (lightsaber?) on a stick
I can’t wait for Perrin and Hopper to meet again in the Wolfdream
Speaking of which, I think Perrin’s eyes are permanently golden now
I cried at the coming of the Heroes of the Horn, I’m sure many of you did too 😭
Cool Hero fighting effects, I liked those
BIRGITTE SILVERBOW MY LOVELY
I figured Min’s vision of Mat “killing” Rand would be something like this, an accident, not an intentional thing
His blood on the rocks of Shayol Ghul…
AL’LAN MANDRAGORAN, the Uncrowned King, Sworn to the Flame, bonded again, fighting as he was meant to, just slicing through armies, snatching arrows out of the air and stabbing people with them, chef’s kiss
I wonder if Nynaeve’s “failures” and inability to channel at these vital moments will give her the drive to break her block
Ishamael’s channeling at the end was really impressive, a testament to how much more he knows than Rand
I hope that’s not the last we see of Fares Fares, he was remarkable as Ishamael and a truly enjoyable villain
And since they didn’t have the Dragon banner of Lews Therin Telamon found with the Horn like in the books, Moiraine saw to it that he was heralded with literal fire
This I can imagine many people seeing from far away, and of course rumor travels further
The Falmen sure seem to appreciate it and of course the Seanchan are gone for now
Lanfear asking the LIGHT to protect Rand at the end is something interesting and NOT LOST ON ME
I REALLY ENJOYED IT and am looking forward to a full rewatch of S1 and S2!
Proclaimed across the sky in fire 🔥🐲
#wheel of time#wot on prime spoilers#wot on prime#wheel of time show spoilers#wheel of time show#wheel of time s2 spoilers#wheel of time spoilers#wheel of time on prime#mat cauthon#rand al’thor#lanfear#ishamael#al’lan mandragoran#lan mandragoran#moiraine#moiraine damodred#aes sedai#perrin aybara#hopper#nynaeve al’meara#elayne trakand#ingtar#uno nomesta#egwene al'vere#moghedien#wot book spoilers#birgitte silverbow#min farshaw
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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 25
Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.
Previous part
Part 25: comfort
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Another big storm came from the ocean. I was grateful that construction and other projects were paused because it gave me the time to stress sketch. Reading helped but sketching really seemed to help loosen any built up stress I had stored in my neck and shoulders.
And stressed I very much was.
It was mid summer and four more surface Overlords had gone missing. Territories were toppling and being combined into a sort of Clan that Blackwater was running. Yet he still remained a ghost, completely untouchable. He was building an empire. And I knew he was going to come for us eventually.
Knowing Blackwater and how thorough and evasive he has been, I knew he would build up his power and empire until he was strong enough to come challenge Alastor. Or, he would be slick about it and try to catch Alastor off guard like he had done with Reagan and I in that hidden factory.
Alastor insisted we were fine but I didn't believe him. Blackwater was smart and obviously very good with technology. He created an entire room that could prevent people from using their magic yet he could wield it freely as a Human. What else could he figure out? He was creating the very thing Overlords had been working so hard to prevent: a collective power of Humans.
Hazbin Haven wasn't anywhere near the power of such a possible empire. We had Demons and Slight Humans but they were here to escape the persecution, to escape the fighting. Blackwater wasn't going to stop at just one nation or body of land. He was going to make sure the entire world was rid of Demon-kind. We might be last on his list but he was moving fast.
I knew I was bothering Alastor with my frequent concerns and nightmares but they were starting to become real.
Lucifer had mentioned during some of my training sessions that I might have future visions. I had already had a couple but I didn't think anything of it. Nowadays, I was starting to have small little scenarios during a nap or at the tail end of a dream that would come true a few days later. I couldn't change them or even predict them before they happened. I could only recognize when the vision came true.
I asked Alastor to speak with Lucifer and set up a more frequent time to meet with the King of Hell so he could teach me more about Angelic magic. Alastor wasn't happy about it but he didn't say no.
Progress.
I heard him calling for me. I was sitting on the window seat in the library sketching the corner of the room. I was practicing quick, rough sketching before going in for finer details. I was trying to finish the quick sketch before answering. I didn't want to break my concentration, plus he would see me once he came down the stairs.
But he kept calling. It was a call, then a question, then sweet, then just annoyed that I was ignoring him. I knew he could see me from where he walked into the living room. Why was he still calling me? Couldn't he tell I was focused?
I shifted more comfortably, back haunched over the sketch pad, and continued to focus on the corner of the room. He tried again, more forcibly, and I responded with a terse, "What Al?"
I was finishing the edge of the rug in the corner when I noticed the prolonged silence. He had stopped calling my name and was just standing there, staring at me. That's when it finally registered in my head what I had just said.
I stopped sketching. I slowly straightened my back, eyes anxiously moving up his long legs to meet his eyes. I couldn't tell what his smile meant. Was it surprise? Was it annoyance? He blinked twice before coming back to reality. He stepped to the side to reveal Reagan waiting in the living room. I had forgotten she was coming up to chat with me.
"Sorry, I was just so focused," I laughed lightly. I closed the pad and left it on the seat, waltzing over to Reagan and letting my tail drag lightly across his boot. I tried to briefly touch his mind but I couldn't quite catch what he was feeling. Why had I said his name like that? I had heard Husker use that nickname but I had never once used it.
Reagan and I took a walk along the shore. We couldn't go into towns anymore since Blackwater's rise to power. Both of us were too nervous after last time when we had left the haven. So we agreed to walk along the beach instead.
The rain was still present but the wind had died down for the early evening. I kept the rain from hitting us like Alastor had done so many times to the two of us. She talked to me about helping Vivian with the children and all the fun and stupid things that happen in the new school building.
We didn't walk for very long. The rain had made it cold and our feet were getting pale from walking on the cold beach. I walked her back to the haven where Lucas 'happened' to be walking along the edges. A smile grew on my face as I watched the two of them talk and walk down the street. I realized then just how much the haven had grown.
How much I had grown.
I found Alastor sitting by the fireplace. The dark outside made the living room feel more safe and warm. His eyes slowly opened to look at me, smile showing only a few of his upper teeth. "How was the walk?" he asked, holding his hand out for me to take.
I crossed the room, practically a magnet to his hand, and wrapped my claws around his. The last edges of cold disappeared as his presence and magic blended with mine. In one swift movement, he pulled me down and lifted my leg to have me sitting sideways on his lap, legs folded over his knees. His claw came up my back to keep me from falling over the armchair and the other kept my thigh securely on his leg.
"Relax your muscles, darling." He planted a few kisses on the side of my neck. It had taken a surprising amount of effort to get my shoulders, and especially my legs, to lower and loosen up. Now I was starting to feel way too warm.
He tilted his head up and waited, waited for me to lean down and kiss him. The action felt strange this time as I leaned my head down. His hand on my thigh moved a little further while the other one on my back pressed me closer.
I wrapped one arm around the back of his neck and rested a hand perfectly on the curve of his shoulder. A moment later he broke the kiss and found my eyes with his gentle, beady red ones.
"Say, my darling," his smile turned into a smirk, "what compelled you to say my name in such a way earlier?" My eyes widened and my face grew even more red. I tried to get off but he fastened his grip with a laugh, "Not so fast, my dear. I'm only curious."
"It just kinda came out," I replied, refusing to look in his direction. "I've heard Husker call you that. I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
"Come now, my darling." He placed a kiss on the exposed part of my shoulder. "I didn't say that you shouldn't. I had only asked why."
"Well...that's why." I still wouldn't look at him. My face was too hot and I knew he would make a comment about it. So he wasn't angry about the nickname?
"Darling~" He leaned his face close to my neck so his breath would brush against my skin. He then slowly ran his tongue up my neck muscle. I bit my lip.
He placed small, light kisses along it next. When I still wouldn't look at him, he ran his sharp teeth gently across my skin. I pushed him back in the chair by a splayed hand on his chest. A spark of anger crossed his features before the smugness took over.
"I do believe we agreed that I would have your attention in the evenings." His tentacle came up to pull on the bend of my elbow so we closed the distance. "So do hold up your end of the deal." His hand on my back pressed a little more.
"Of course, Al," I said right before I kissed him. His surprise lasted only a millisecond. He laughed into the kiss then let out a content sigh, breath brushing on my upper lip. The sensation sent goosebumps up my arms and made a heavy burning build in my chest. I pressed harder into the kiss.
I was higher than him, only slightly, but it was something different.
He gently pulled my one hand off his shoulder and led it to his hair. I hummed a laugh into the kiss as I threaded my fingers through his hair. I slowly moved up to his ear and gave just enough pressure up the entirety of it.
His claws held on to me tighter, deepening the kiss and running his tongue along my teeth. I moved my hand to the back of his head and pressed like he was doing to my back. Occasionally I used my claws gently enough and it earned a full body shudder from him each time.
His hands moved closer to each other, moving down my back and further up my thigh. His claws found the edge of my shirt and slipped underneath to touch my skin.
Scenes flashed in my eyes and I jerked away. My hands shoved his away and kept them locked in a deadly grip. I had pushed him out of my mind and kept him there.
His smile looked pained. "I overstepped again."
"I just...I'm not...we didn't..."
His hands were still locked in my grip but his eyes were holding me firmly in place. "Easy darling. Think on it before you attempt to explain it."
He glanced to his hands. I gradually unstuck each claw until I had let go of him completely. I stood up, facing burning from embarrassment, and avoided looking in his general direction. I wanted to curl up in a dark cave and never come back.
"Darling."
I hadn't realized how close he had gotten. He held out his hand from behind, towering from behind but not in his usual demeaning way. It felt like was trying to hug me from a distance.
It took me a moment longer before I placed my hand on his, back still to him, and let him press a soft kiss to the top of my head near my horns. My claws looked so small in his large palm, red claws covering mine. I lowered my shields to him only slightly, allowing him to press close but not yet enter.
"Let us begin our routine," he offered. I'm not sure what it was about our nightly routine that made me feel more at ease and more comfortable. I changed in my room and sat on the edge of his bed with my novel. His eyes remained focused on his abstract, eyes looking through his round glasses and ear flapping occasionally at slight noises.
I tried to read but I couldn't focus. My mind kept going back to him, kept forcing me to look over for any signs of anger.
Yet there wasn't.
I lowered my shields but didn't pull him in or try to touch his own. I wanted to know what he was feeling but I didn't dare try to go anywhere near him. I didn't want to risk upsetting him somehow.
I decided to call it a night. I turned away from him and left the book on the table. He noticed my back facing him and asked, "Done for the night?"
"Yeah."
He took off his glasses, the sound of them bending and being placed on the table reaching my ears easily, and snuffed the fire out. I listened intently to the sound of him shifting down and eventually going still, going silent.
I stared into the darkness, heart pounding painfully loud in my ears and hands gripping the sheet tightly. I didn't like having my back to him but I was too scared to turn over.
"Darling," he called, making me jump.
"Yes?"
"Why are you still frightened?"
"I'm not." I turned my head a little despite the pitch blackness of the room.
"I can feel it."
Shit. I drew my magic back not realizing that it had subconsciously melded with him.
"S-sorry."
"It is not something to apologize for. I was only asking the reason for it."
I went quiet. He didn't sound upset and he hadn't feel upset when our magic had touched. There was definitely something close to impatience but he always felt that way.
"I-I'm sure you wanted to do more but I made us stop," I finally answered.
There was a long moment of silence. I wanted to touch our magic to see what he was thinking. Was he looking at me or just staring into the darkness?
His voice broke the silence again. "Are you afraid I am angry with you?"
"Aren't you?" I turned over more so I could just see his dark outline. My eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness.
"No, my dear. I am quite the opposite. I am worried."
"Why?" I turned over to face him. I could sense his magic as he made it light enough for me to see his eyes. He was lying on his back with his head turned towards me.
"I do not wish to cause such fear in you. I wish for you to feel safe in my presence."
"I do feel safe around you. It's just..." I trailed off, avoiding his gaze again.
He pulled his hand out from under the covers and left it face up on the mattress in between us. I moved closer and laid my hand in his, watching his claws carefully and slowly enclose on mine. I still didn't know why I liked looking at our claws like that.
"Do you fear I will force myself onto you?" he asked.
I pressed my cheek into the pillow and casted my eyes to my shoulder until the edges went dark from the strain. I shouldn't be shocked by his bluntness. That was his style, after all.
"I'm not sure," I admitted slowly, tightening my grip on his hand, "I'm...I...get really nervous. That's all."
"My dear." He rolled on his side and gently brushed his fingers along my cheek with his other hand now that we were close enough. "Your definition of fear and nervous are sorely misguided."
"They're pretty much the same." I casted a gentle glared up at him. It instantly fell when our eyes met.
"It is an unexplainable fear when I touch you in that way, yes?" he prompted.
"Yes."
"Then I am telling you it is not. You are experiencing flash backs to what that wretched man did to you." My eyes stayed glued to his, somehow unable to look away this time. "At first I had thought it was because you still feared me in such a way. However, the memories that present themselves when this happens is from your time in the rings."
"Oh." I tore my eyes from his to look down at our claws. I had been trying to keep that memory pushed out of my mind. I had blocked it out after it had happened but had to face it when unraveling my curse. He had seen it. He had killed the man, too. It wasn't as if I was afraid this man would find me and do it again. Even if he did, surely Alastor wouldn't let that happen again. So why was I still scared?
"I will not force myself on you in such a way." He laid his large palm on my cheek as lightly and gently as he could, his thumb rubbing back and forth across my skin. "I have taken the lead in everything. This time, I will allow for you to take the lead."
I met his eyes and watched his smile turn genuine. I couldn't stop the smile that mimicked his, watching it grow as I did so. The weight on my cheek grew heavier as I moved my fingers to interlock with his claws. My tail came up to wrap around his ankle. A radio came on to play a soft, smooth tune. I laughed lightly at the action, knowing he was trying to find a way to make me feel more at ease.
I moved closer until my cheek was against his chest. I sucked in a deep breath of his smokey, cedar wood scent. I could feel the ridges of his chest under the black long sleeve without his usual layer of clothes.
His arms wrapped firmly, securely, around my shoulder and hooked one of his legs with mine. He placed a gentle kiss on my hair before taking a deep breath of my own scent. I let our magic blend together. I could read his emotions, feelings, and thoughts. He was worried but seemed happy, too.
"Why are you sad?" Worry suddenly took over as he tried to pull away to see my face. I kept my arms tightly around him and face pressed into his chest. I didn't want him to see me crying.
"It's relief."
He wasn't sure what to do at that, still stiff and trying to see my face.
Just hug me back. I sent through our thoughts. The worry stepped away as he encased me back in his safe hug. The cold had disappeared and the overwhelming heat had abated, leaving me in the perfect temperature. I took another deep breath.
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Holiday Blues - S.Rogers
Summary - Steve Rogers loves the holiday season, going all out with baking cookies, blasting holiday music and watching a constant stream of holiday movies. Y/N, his floormate and teammate, never celebrated the holidays and he wanted to know why. It takes her time but she finally opens up to him after an impromptu sparring session at midnight.
Word Count - 2117
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Warnings - Hydra, mentions of torture and brainwashing, Steve is a very patient man, not proofread, vulgar language, use of Y/N, Female Reader, (let me know if I missed any!)
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As she got older and the world became an increasingly worse place, it was hard to get into the Christmas spirit. She had seen most of the horrors of the world, alien invasions? Check, more than once. Half the world disappearing? Check. Meeting 2 men that were born during World War I? Check and check. She herself was much older than most people assumed, she was born during the late 20s so she knew how the two men felt.
However, only one of them embraced the holiday spirit and that was Steve. Steve who had probably seen worse than most of them, other than Bucky and Nat of course. Steve who was used as propaganda during the war. Steve who was ‘America’s Golden Boy’. Steve who was Captain America. A majority of the world never thought of Captain America as Steve Rogers, no, they thought of a strong man who had been a world protector starting with the second world war. Sure he was frozen for nearly 80 years but that didn’t matter to them, what mattered was the image America attached to him.
Y/N, who was a bit younger than Steve, still understood him better than most. She knew what it was like to be used for the ‘betterment’ of society. She knew what it was like for nobody to truly see the person she was. She knew what it was like to be frozen in time for decades and wake up confused and lost in a world filled with all this new kind of technology. She knew and Steve understood that. He understood that they went through similar things in their lives. He understood what she felt deep down but never let it show.
Speaking of the horrors she had faced, well there was more than just alien invasions. She had faced escaping from Hydra, who was thought to be dormant. She had to face constant brain washing and memory wiping because no matter how often it was done, there was still a little piece of her inside that was fighting. That little piece was fighting for everything it had which wasn’t a lot. She was poor, her parents had died and her sister had moved to another state with her husband. She was left alone and Hydra saw this, Hydra saw a girl that was lonely and needed somebody so they became that somebody. She was manipulated into becoming a pawn in their game.
She had lost her faith in humanity long before she had woken up in the 21st century. But as she lived in this new century, she felt more out of place than she ever did. Because of this, she hadn’t felt the need to celebrate any holidays or any of her own birthdays. To her, these were miniscule things in a huge world of issues that needed to be resolved.
With living in the Avengers tower, it was quite hard to get away from holidays. Almost every inch of the tower had been decorated for the holiday season, Christmas lights and Hanukkah candles staring her in the face every time she left her room. She had even told Tony that she didn’t want her floor to be decorated but he ignored that request and her floor was decorated anyway.
Even Bucky, who shared her floor, didn’t want the decorations up. He too could care less about the holidays after all of the horrors he had seen. The two of them brought up the point to Steve who was the other person on their floor. Tony thought it was funny to keep the three of them together and call it the glacier floor but that’s besides the point. Steve admitted he was the one who wanted the floor decorated. Bucky and Y/N knew that Steve had a particular love for holidays, no matter what kind of holiday it was.
The two couldn’t be mad at him so they ignored the decorations the best they could, ignored the constant baking the best they could and ignored the constant holiday movies and songs the best they could.
Steve, on the other hand, was trying to get the two of them excited for the holidays. He couldn’t understand why they hated holidays so much so he took to asking. Bucky was okay with the holidays but Y/N would almost disappear during them. He had asked Bucky first and all he said was he was too old to celebrate holidays to which Steve scoffed at his life-long best friend. Steve knew it was an excuse but he brushed it off since Bucky had started watching holiday movies with him and helped him with his baking.
Steve couldn’t seem to get a straight forward answer from Y/N though. It was like she hated talking about the subject of holidays all together. But Steve watched as her walls cracked a little bit and her true feeling shone through.
“I used to love the holidays, especially when I still had my parents around and my sister. We had so many traditions that I couldn’t keep track but as I got older and my parents' health deteriorated, we stopped our traditions because they were becoming too much. After they died and my sister and her husband left the state, I was alone so I didn’t feel the need to celebrate the holidays anymore. I had nobody to celebrate them with, I guess I just never went back to celebrated after waking up,” She explained to Steve, but he knew there was more to the story. Her voice changed a lot as she spoke about why she stopped celebrating but it wavered the most when she said she stopped celebrating. He could tell she was lying to him just by her voice but she also avoiding his eye contact and was shifting from foot to foot. Those were her usual tells that she was lying.
“There’s something more that you aren’t telling me, isn’t there?” He asked her.
“There is but let’s save that for another day.” So they did save it for another day, Steve brushing it off until she looked particularly off, more than usual during the winter holiday season.
“What’s going on? You seem upset,” Steve asked her quietly one night in the kitchen. He was cleaning up after a baking disaster with Bucky, the other super soldier going off to bed after. It was just the two of them as it neared midnight, the only light being the gentle ceiling lights that hung over the island.
“Just thinking about my life back in the 30s. I couldn’t sleep so I spiraled a bit and needed to get out of my own head for a bit. Wanna head to the gym with me?” She offered him. He put the rag he was cleaning with down and followed her to the elevator so they could go to the gym.
“You wanna talk about it?” He questioned gently, not trying to pry the information out of her.
“Maybe after I get some energy out.”
So as they entered the gym after getting off of the elevator, it was quiet. He had never heard the gym so quiet before, usually music was playing or someone was in there training but it was desolate. Y/N loved coming to train at this time, enjoying the quiet and the privacy it provided. The two of them sparred for a bit, and by a bit that really means nearly 3 hours before one of them got even remotely tired.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on now?” Steve asked as they both laid on the floor of the ring, panting and sweating from their long spar session.
“I was taken by Hydra 75 years ago today and tomorrow will be 75 years of me having the serum in my body. It’s why I hate the holidays so much, they remind me of Hydra and what they did to me. Reminds me of times when I was younger and able to believe in my family’s traditions. When I was innocent and not a monster that Hydra created. When I was me,” She explained absently. She was staring at the ceiling as she talked and continued on as he spoke back.
“So Hydra took you on Christmas Eve and you got the serum on Christmas day? Why would they do that to you? You were so young!”
“Because I was alone and sad. My parents had just died, my dad dying of cancer and my mom dying of a broken heart, my sister got married and left to some southern state with her husband. They saw that I was vulnerable and alone so they used that as their opportunity to take me. I went willingly because I thought that I was doing the right thing, they really knew how to play mind games. Then I met Bucky, he was still Bucky but he was getting tortured and brainwashed right next to me until he wasn’t Bucky anymore. I was the next in line, getting the serum hurt like a son of a bitch, I didn’t think I would live but I did. Then came my torture and brainwashing. I put up a hell of a fight, nearly 40 years until I gave up fighting.”
Steve’s heart was heavy as she talked, not knowing what to say so he just listened. “There were a few times I almost died but they never let that happen, I was a winter soldier, one of two compliant soldiers they could use and abuse however they liked. I was in and out of cryo just like Bucky, when I was in he was out and when he was out I was in, that made for the consistency that they wanted and craved. The last time they sent me on a mission with Bucky was to kill Howard and Maria. I spent so many years of my life frozen in some unclaimed territory so when I escaped right before the issue with SHIELD, I had no idea who I was or what I was doing. I had such a hard time adjusting to everything going on because the last time I was out of cryo was the 90s where technology wasn’t as advanced. That’s probably why you found me so quickly, I didn’t know how to lay low and in the shadows in this new world.”
“Come with me,” Steve said, getting up and holding out his hand for her to take. She grabbed his hand, pulling herself up and followed him. He hadn’t let go of her hand and neither did she. They left the tower, both of them in sweaty pajamas, and walked through the streets of New York City. She had no idea where Steve was taking her but she willingly followed. They finally stopped right in front of the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree, brightly lit and holding the winter snow in all of the right places to make the view even more breathtaking.
“That’s beautiful, I haven’t seen this in person ever. I never realized how pretty it actually is,” She rambled about the beauty of the large evergreen.
“I know holidays are tough and trust me I understand what it’s like to spend them alone, but you don’t have to, not anymore. You have me, Bucky and the rest of the team. We can start new traditions, just me and you and go from there. How does that sound?” Steve asked her, his eyes lit up with joy and wonder, he looked like a kid in a candy store.
“Can this be one of them? Seeing the tree at 3 in the morning on Christmas eve?” She asked innocently as she looked into his storm blue eyes.
“Of course it can. We can add a new one every year.”
She smiled a real smile for the first time since November had rolled around. The two of them enjoyed the view of the tree and the company of one another as the sun started to rise. They stood there until the sun was up and the streets were getting busy before making their way back to the tower. The two of them happy as could be, hands intertwined as they practically skipped through the tower and to the main kitchen floor where they had breakfast as a team every morning.
Y/N was happy to be starting new traditions with someone she loved dearly, someone who cared about her but never pried her for anything that was on her mind, someone who let her take her time opening up and going to him in times of need. Someone she needed in her life.
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The CEO - H.S.
Summary: The one where you, 25, confessed your feelings for Harry, your 38 year-old boss, but then he showed up at your doorstep.
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You were caught off guard when you opened your front door and found Harry standing on the other side. His eyebrows were frown, and his curls messy as if he had ran his fingers through them uncountable times in the last minute. He was still dressed in his office attire, his suit jacket perched in his arm and the last two buttons of his white shirt undone.
God knows you weren’t expecting to see him any more that night. If fact, you weren’t expecting to see him ever again after your last encounter.
It happened unexpectedly, and you were sure that was karma. Your karma for falling for a man you shouldn’t have.
Harry Styles was the CEO of the enterprise you worked at, and despite having your own degree and a freshly acquired master’s, you happened to be stupid enough to sleep with him not once, but multiple times.
From the very first day you’d made such mistake you two were just supposed to stay friends with benefits. Well, not friends. He was your boss, after all. But just strictly share a sexual relationship, with no strings attached.
Everything turned around when, once again, you were dumb enough to catch feelings for him and actually confess them out loud. You should have known this was not one of those romcoms or cheesy novels you liked to read, because it definitely didn’t have the outcome you expected. He didn’t return the feelings, and if anything he felt awkward and uncomfortable once you worded them out. The air in his bedroom room became so thick so soon after your confession you quickly got up, put on your clothes and left, embarrassed to the core, but kind of relieved to have been courageous enough to express your feelings to him. You saw the chance and took it, and for that you were proud.
When you arrived at your flat that night you texted him, apologising for somehow overstepping his boundaries. He made it seem like everything was fine after that, but when Monday arrived and you ran into him on the corridor, he didn’t even make eye contact with you. He’d usually greet you with a swift move of his head followed by a discreet smirk, but not anymore. If he wasn’t busy on his phone whenever you passed by, he’d pretend he was, and his efforts to ignore you for the following two weeks pissed you off more than his lack of decency. He was 38, for God’s sake! Wasn’t he supposed to be the mature one?
It was safe to say you weren’t expecting him to show up at your front door that night, although you didn’t allow your surprise to let your guard down. Harry had been giving you the cold shoulder for days and now you were going to return the gesture, not because you were immature, but because you had a pride and the right to show indifference, too.
“Why are you here?,” you spoke in an stern tone, body rigid next to the door. You were dressed in your pj’s, and if he had knocked a few minutes later than that you wouldn’t have opened up because it would have been past your bed time, even if it was a Friday night and barely 11 p.m.
Maybe you just shouldn’t have. Maybe allowing him on your front door was another mistake.
You saw his muscles relax as soon as he heard your voice, but his deep frown and strong stare stayed untouched. Harry’s eyes scanned every inch of your countenance, his lips slightly parting when you felt his gaze reaching your soft ones.
“Because you are mine,” he mumbled, too hypnotised by your mouth to look anywhere else.
“What?,” you retorted, confused.
“I said you are mine.” His eyes moved up to yours, and his green pupils brightened just before darkening. He didn’t smell of alcohol, he didn’t even look high, just drunk on something, an emotion even, you just weren’t capable of explaining which one.
You gulped. “No.”
Your gaze stayed on his, challenging.
Then something in you clicked and you finally understood what had brought him there. Such reason only pissed you off more than his unannounced presence, so much you had to verbalise it. “Fuck off, Harry.”
You and him unexpectedly ran into each other at the restaurant you were both having the dinner at that night. His was a business supper, while yours was a date. You hadn’t meant to, but now it looked like it struck a nerve on him. Seeing you with someone else, giggling and flirting with another man had caused something in him to shift, and apparently pushed him straight to your flat that night. Two weeks of texting, calling and even trying to reach him in his office did nothing. But, oh, did it do him seeing you moving on with someone new.
Harry simply shook his head at your previous words, although the gesture was cautious enough for you to peek a small smile between his lips.
“You know I wanted to be yours, but you made me change my mind,” you mumbled, frustration palpable in your voice.
“I needed time to wrap my head around it.”
You let out a dry laugh, “Yeah? And ignoring me at work has given you that?” It wasn’t the fact that he didn’t return your feelings back then, he was allowed not to, but he needn’t to be a prick about it afterwards. His lack of tact after your unasked love confession made you feel like you’d been nothing but a toy to him. A disposable someone.
“I told you at the very beginning I don’t do relationships.”
“And I accepted that, the same way I accepted you don’t like me back. So now if you excuse me, I’d like to go to bed. Good night,” you went on to close the door and leave him in the dark on the other side, but he was quick to slide his foot between the wooden piece of furniture and the doorframe. You followed his now trapped shoe with your eyes all the way up until they reached his face, where your eyes locked.
“I’m not here to fuck it up again,” Harry spoke in a low voice, almost pleading when he added: “Let me in.”
No. You wouldn’t do that. You’d grant him more of your time, but not a chance of him getting closer to you. Not anymore. Last time he did, it didn’t end good for you, and you’d learnt your lesson. You were a quick learner, after all, or so he liked to praise you for.
“I’ve got two minutes. Whatever you’ve got to say, better be quick,” and you leaned your body in slightly forward to show him there was no trespassing that night.
He responded with a firm nod of his head, taking a deep breath afterwards while he passed a hand through his curls and messed them up a bit more.
“Listen. It’s not that I don’t like you back. I don’t want to like you back, which is a completely different thing. Already divorced once, Y/N, relationships aren’t exactly my thing.”
“I asked for us to date, not for your hand in marriage.”
Harry chuckled slightly at your answer, but your tone hadn’t been sarcastic or meant to be funny, more like irritated. It pissed you off the way he was so quick to push you away after that confession of yours.
"I know, baby. I know." The way the pet name rolled out of his tongue had your stomach flipping over, and for that you wanted to punch the air. How was it possible for you to want nothing to do with him anymore, but get your heart racing as soon as he called you baby? "But I'm not planning on getting to know you better just for us to break after a couple of months. If I'm gonna do this, I need to be sure it'll be for as long as possible."
No more divorces, no more nasty breakups. He was so fed up with feeling so emotionally dragged and used, and would only risk it if he knew you weren’t planning on leaving him any time soon.
"I freaked out and became adamant about what we could be. And for that... you can't blame me," he continued, cautiously mumbling the last sentence. You knew what he was referring to, you just wished he would have come to you to talk sooner. You had no intention of breaking his heart. "I'm a fucking mess, but I'm also a narcissist, arrogant, son of a bitch and when I saw you at the restaurant with that guy... Fuck, did I make up my mind fast," he growled, the muscles on his jaw tightening afterwards.
"Was kinda hoping for that... Kinda wanted you to hurt a bit seeing me with him. Wanted you to care at least enough for that," you spoke in a low voice, feeling a bit embarrassed now that you were admitting it to him.
"It worked," the side of his mouth lifted in a bittersweet smile, "For once I wanna make it right, Y/N. I..." he let out a puff of air, "I want to see where this takes us."
You quietly nodded. The anger, frustration and confusion you had felt earlier was no longer there. His words and confessions had softened your heart, and now you couldn’t help but feel the warmth and safety and tenderness you always felt inside you whenever he was around. And you wanted those emotions to stay there forever, so you stretched your arm and curled your fingers inside one of his empty pant clips, closing the step that kept you apart and pulling him to you, chest to chest. When you had him where you wanted, you wasted no time and lifted your chin up until your lips locked. Your mouths glued to each other's like magnets pulled by a higher force you were both very aware of since the very first time you slept together.
Something felt different back then.
Everything felt different back then, and you finally understood why with that kiss.
The longing feeling of his lips on yours was not enough, however. You needed more. Needed more warmth, more safety. You needed to know he was fully yours. So you parted your lips as your wandering hands made their way up to his curls, caressing his hips, arms and shoulders until they buried themselves inside his dark chocolate hair. Harry was quickly to follow your command, his tongue entering your mouth and playing with your own with so much fervour you could have melt right there and then. His arms wrapped around your lower back, grip tight to make you understand he was not letting go.
Your tongues fought; your tongues spoke and exchanged all the unspoken confessions and feelings that consumed you inside. All the time apart finally coming to an end with that declaration of intent.
"Fuck, baby-," he groaned after your lips unattached, his voice raspy and doing unholy things to you already, "Eager, aren’t you?"
You smiled, hypnotised by his green eyes, his shy dimples and slick smirk. Drunk on him after only that one taste. "You’re to blame, sir."
"Good," he replied, shaking his head a bit. The hand that wasn't holding his suit jacket behind your back moved up to your jaw and he passed his thumb over your slightly swollen lower lip, his eyes following its every move. "Good, this is the kind of stuff I wanna be guilty of."
With his hands still on place and his eyes on your face, Harry walked inside your flat, taking you with him as you blindly walked backwards. He closed the door with his foot, and soon enough the back of your knees reached your dinning room table. You gasped the moment you staggered back a bit, but his hold on you only became tighter, steadying you against his chest as a reflex reaction.
"I've got you."
"Thanks," you mumbled against his shirt.
He smiled with dimples and all, before helping you sit on the table. Your legs were parted –well, he parted them, only so that he could stand between them and have better access to you. Harry's hands came to lay on your knees, caressing your thighs with soft, innocent strokes, and he kissed your nose seconds before he rested his forehead against yours and sighed.
Happily sighed. Like a kid after stuffing themself with their favourite candy, like anyone would do after a good day. Because today was a good day. Everything turned out okay, and for that he was content.
"I can't wait for Monday to grab lunch with you at midday, and for you to come pay me a visit to my office whenever Mike's giving you a headache with all the legal stuff. To actually stop in the hallway and properly greet you every time we run into each other, and to walk in and out of the building with you in hand under everyone's curios stare," he confessed.
That all sounded so dreamy, and his words so convincing for a moment you really pictured yourself spending your breaks with him, and actually walking around the building confidently knowing the man behind the big desk was the one you were driving home with. But the bubble pooped up the moment you remembered you were no longer a Styles Enterprise employee. No longer part of the legal department, and no longer a part of the big team that kept the business going. You got yourself a way out.
"I signed my resignation this afternoon, Harry," you spoke softly, watching attentively as the words sucked in and reacted to them. His face went from relaxed and hopeful to confused. He pulled away from you, his face scanning yours in search for an indication that told him you were joking.
"Why?"
"I thought we..., what happened, was a sign to move onto something else. A new workplace, a different workplace." One where he wasn’t around.
"No," he shook his head, gaze fully on you to make the imperative final, "You’re not leaving the company. I want you next to me at all times, and if I can’t always get that at least I want you around as much as posible.”
"Is that my boss or my boyfriend speaking?," you rose your eyebrows.
"Your boyfriend," he replied, savouring the taste that word left in his mouth when spoken out loud, "But if it isn’t convincing enough, take it as an order from your superior."
You rolled your eyes at that, fighting a smile.
Harry was quick to pinch your waist, "No eye-rolling outside the bedroom, Mss."
"Sorry," you giggled, and he smirked.
"That's better."
He leaned in to kiss your lips one more time. Although your mouth was no longer enough, so he moved to your neck, where he started leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses right under your jaw that gave you goosebumps. By now you were sure he knew the multiple effects he had on you, which you were convinced he always used for his advantage.
You buried one of your hands in his curls to make sure he kept his mouth glued to your skin and he smiled against it, loving how needy you became for him. Your free hand grabbed the table, keeping you as steady as possible as Harry's hands moved past your thighs and into the inside of your pj's. As soon as his fingers grasped the hem of your panties, you held your breath.
Two weeks. It had only been two weeks since he last touched you, but it now felt like an eternity. And luckily for you the agonising break was coming to an end. It had been an eternity because just a few minutes ago you would have swore you would never get to have him again, so touchy, and ready to give it all to you and more. So desperate to run his lips all over your body and use his hands to get to those spots that were beyond his reach.
But while your body was having the time of its life, your mind was actually having a hard time switching off. It was like a gear that never ran out of oil. And as per usual, you couldn’t stop thinking about work. More specifically about what you two being together would mean inside the office, the impression it’d make.
You had to speak up your mind if you really wanted to come undone that night, otherwise your thoughts would block your pleasure and, truly, that was the las thing you wanted.
"Harry...," his name coming off like a whisper, "What about... I don't want this to be a problem, though. I don't want people to use it as-"
"It won't," he interrupted you and lifted his face from your neck to press a soft kiss against your mouth, his hands now paralyzed in place. He already knew where your words were heading to, where you mind was diving into. You wanted no special treatment from anyone for being the CEO’s girl. "Because from now on I'm not interfering in your work. I'll have no saying in it. Mike will be your new and ultimate boss, alright?" You nodded, finding comfort in his words. They put your mind at ease.
Michael, aka his right hand and your Head of Department, had in that instant become the man you'd go to when things were not looking good in paper. It was no longer Harry. You didn't like that as much, not being able to go for his advice specially when work was looking messy, but it was the fair move to make. The last thing you wanted was for your colleagues to believe you were there for the money and status inside the enterprise. That you made it that far in the department because of your nice pair of tits and your ability to suck it off.
Many would still think so, nonetheless, but hopefully not all.
"We're leaving work out of this equation. I won't have it be an issue in our relationship." Harry continued, this time sweetly caressing your hips under the top of your pj's –a large old t-shirt, while he looked at you, reassuring you with his eyes what his mouth was stating. His touch was far for sensual, and you loved how quickly he could go from horny to caring, and viceversa. "So do we have ourselves a deal? You'll stay?," he asked, catching your attention by tilting his head in your direction and breaking into your line of vision, now a bit desperate to get the confirmation he was looking for. He wished nothing but to still have you on board with him and the rest of his team. In your short time working at Styles Enterprise you had become a very valuable asset. "I'll go to the office first thing tomorrow morning just to burn that piece of paper you signed."
You smiled faintly at him, before stretching your hand out and keeping it between your bodies. He didn't hesitate and shook it. "Deal," you agreed.
"Good," he nodded, a smile making its way to his face, "And don't think that just because I was fucking you on top of my desk during your breaks I didn't notice how hard you've been working this past two years, baby."
"Yeah?," you tried to not sound surprised, unaware that all this time he had kept such a close eye to your work, as well.
"Mm-hm. That's how I first noticed you," he slowly resumed the work with his hands, one lowering to get inside your parties and caress the skin just under your stomach, while the other moved up to cup one of your breasts in it, massaging the tender and sensitive skin as he pinched your nipple with his index finger and thumb, causing your breath to momentarily get stuck in you throat, "Always working late on the other end of the floor. It made me curious as to know whose sleep schedule I was ruining with overwork."
"Oh, don't flatter yourself like that, Styles,” you wanted to sound confident, a special hard task when Harry had lowered the hand inside your panties and was about to reach dangerous territory, “You didn't ruin my sleep, Law school did."
He chuckled both at your answer and hopeless status, "Can't I at least take a bit of credit for that? Or you stayed fucking till 3 a.m. at college, too?
"Specially at college,” you emphasised, humor in your voice.
"Fucking hell," he cursed to himself, throwing his head backwards, "I walked right into that one, didn't I?"
"Yup," you grinned. Regardless, exes belonged in the past, and you two were in the present, right where you needed to be. There was no need to open the Pandora's box, so you redirected the conversation. "Wait, but what was that first thing you said earlier at my doorstep? That I'm... whose?"
He smirked, "Mine. You're mine. Understood?"
"Positive. Does that make you mine, as well?"
He crushed his mouth to yours,
"It's the only way this deal works, baby."
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I'm having a serious bout of nostalgia these past weeks. I started reading from my pile of fanfiction which I've printed over the years. And ended up reading the only Lord of the Rings story I have saved for posterity, namely Calico's brilliant (but sadly unfinished) Viggo/Orlando fic Blood Oranges. And wow, it's really quite an intoxicating read.
It was never a big fandom for me back then, but I remember reading a little, and I remember finding that whole cast quite wonderful.
All of a sudden, I felt a strong need to look back at the Viggorli pairing of yore. Turned out to be a bit of a rabbit hole for me.
I realised I find it very fascinating to have this soon 25 years perspecitve on them, since fandom is usually quite topical. Particularly RPF, since it's quite dependent on that darn thing we call reality.
Looking back at a pairing like Viggo and Orlando is wrought with wistfulness, with all the could-have-beens and never-happeneds. In the now of a pairing, you can fantasise of a future, but with the reality of a past, it's quite different.
I've always been intrigued by the relationship that Viggo and Orlando had during those 18 months of filming LotR. Sharing a make up trailer, getting lost in the woods together, and just generally spending a lot of time together. And waxing lyrically about each other. More than ten years later, O said in an interview that V is his biggest influence, that the way V took care of him on the LotR is something that mattered a lot to him. And that V in general is a legend, a beautiful soul etc. It's quite touching.
But it's also a quite melancholic and wistful statement since O also implies it's not that easy to keep in touch with V because "he's an artist, an ACTUAL artist".
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A few years later, O very randomly appeared on a rather odd Italian show where people are reconciled with each other, live on tv. O was there when two estranged sisters were reconciled. O says he has a similiar situation with a "good friend", someone with a similiar age difference as the sisters, someone who used to take care of him. It's not at all clear, but it seems this "brother" gave him a ring with the inscription "To Wherever it May Lead". A line from Legolas to Aragorn which was cut.
(It's a little difficult to hear, but O says that the line from LotR was engraved in the ring when it was given to him, and that he always has it, as an encouragment. I've only found this clip on a Chinese site, hence the subtitles.)
So, it seems to be implied that V gave this ring to O. That O maybe also lost touch with V. And that maybe they've reconciled? It's unclear, but I find it terribly intriguing.
Of course, I know nothing about what's actually going, and it's all fantasy, but it's nonetheless quite a fascinating perspective to look back like this over the years. In my brain - warped by years in fandom - it turns into this EPIC. Either an epic romance, with its ups and downs, loss and great love. Or an epic tragedy, full of unfulfilled desires, bad choices and opportunities lost. There's still some fanfiction written these days (not much, but I'm in awe that there's any at all!). The lovely recent work of chaosmanor really sold me on very wistful, but also quite hopeful, reconcilation fic.
O and V are getting old, but they are still two quite handsome fellows. And I hope there will be a proper, public LotR-cast reunion in time for the 25 yrs mark. They had a few covid-oriented reunions on zoom for the 20 yr celebration, but I hope it'll be live one day.
I would like to see the fellowship of tattoed nine together again, as long as they're all still alive.
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Penalty Box— Quinn Hughes Edition (Part Twenty-One)
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if you saw the premature posted version of this… no you didn’t! welcome to the final game edition of penalty box! thank you for loving and supporting this series! it would not have evolved into this (47 penalty box chapters plus bonus chapters and now imagines! wow!) without any of you! i got some surprises coming soon! i hope you enjoy it!
THURSDAY, APRIL 13, 2023
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yourusername welcome to my final 2022-2023 season postgame penalty box update show: quinn hughes edition! tonight, my best friend ended his season strong with a penalty! for what? stick holding! this beautiful dum dum held somebody else’s stick during his 25:54 minutes of ice time! goodness gracious great balls of fire that’s a very funny penalty. hockey has playground rules, people! hands to yourself! there was actually eleven penalties during this game, and two of them brought us power play goals! p.s. shoutout to my fav canuck (sorry bestie & co.) petey for getting the opening goal! i love you!!
to the team, this game was a beautiful way to cap off the season. i’m so sorry you all didn’t get the ending you wanted, but i’m really proud at how hard you all pushed through the hardships that this season brought. you deserved this win tonight, and so much more. thank you all for accepting my unhinged love and affection. and thank you burroughs for getting a fighting major as an end of the season present to me! i love each and every one of you💚
to garly, congratulations on your hat trick tonight!! you won the game for us in overtime, and were truly the star of the show. for those wondering, yes, i gave him a sticker book as a reward and he cherishes it! to my son, cole, you’re kicking butt out there and i can’t wait to see how this summer treats you! love you!
and to quinn, my best friend, an absolute light in my life whom i would do anything for, you worked your ass off this season and i could not be any prouder of you and admire you any more. the second you got that A on your jersey, you immediately stepped into the roll. hearing you be more vocal and outspoken and hearing the praise you receive in interviews has made me the happiest person in the world. you’ve always been a big brother to me, even before i moved in, and now it’s like you’re a big brother to the team. maybe that’s a bad term for it, but it’s the best analogy i’ve got because you’re always going to be the best big brother in the universe! for those wondering, yes, i have given him a giant trophy when were kids for being the best big brother in the universe and he still has it!
i love you, quinn, bigger than life. i can’t wait for that sweet spot in the summer where we can all relax and bask in each other’s company before i sit back and relax and watch you doofs work out! you’re going to do amazing things next season, and i can’t wait to see what i brings for you <3 i love you, bubba!💙
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_quinnhughes can't wait for our yearly tradition of making you work out with me the day before i leave for training camp💙 i love you, too, sissy!
yourusername i can wait for that <3
jackhughes @/yourusername then why do you still do it six years later?
yourusername @/jackhughes because you’re all superstitious dilholes i’ve been cursed to love
_quinnhughes there’s the sissy we know and love!
lhughes_06 @/yourusername be nice, sissy! it’s my first one as an nhl player!
yourusername @/lhughes_06 don’t tell me what to do
trevorzegras THERE’S the sissy we know and love!
yourusername @/trevorzegras try again.
trevorzegras THERE’S the y/n/n we know and love!
user6 this was so cute omg
trevorzegras my post had a play by play of penalties and quinn’s team gets a love letter?
yourusername I WAS AT YOUR GAME AND GAVE MY LOVE LETTER TO YOUR TRAM IN A VERBAL SPEECH
jamie.drysdale it’s true and it was very sweet!
_quinnhughes @/yourusername put him on probation for throwing a fit in my post
yourusername @/trevorzegras sorry babe
trevorzegras this is a public announcement that y/n and quinn are the worst over the summer and i am still traumatized by them
lhughes_06 this is a public announcement that it was worse when we were kids
jackhughes this is a public announcement that me and sissy might’ve been worse
lhughes_06 i take mine back. jack and sissy are menaces.
_quinnhughes i agree
yourusername whoopsy daisy
user15 i cried over garly’s hatty that small bearded man was brilliant out there
colemcward i love you, too, mom! can i join for the before training camp work out tradition?
_quinnhughes if you find yourself in michigan, sure, kiddo!
yourusername whatever you think it is, it’s not
trevorzegras that is very true
colemcward well that’s… off putting
jackhughes that’s kinda our thing
yourusername <3
user57 i’ll be sobbing until preseason and then there will be single tears until the real season
_eliaspettersson i’ll miss you over the summer! and i love you, too, girly hughes!
yourusername i’ll miss you, too, petey! don’t forget to facetime!
_eliaspettersson i won’t!
_quinnhughes please remember because she gets spazzy if she doesn’t get one
_eliaspettersson @_quinnhughes that’s sweet!
_quinnhughes it is not
user55 i’m heartbroken that the season is over, but i’m elated for hughes bros and sissy content!!!
jackhughes i’ll be searching for you two in the stands at playoffs!
_quinnhughes i won’t be sitting with her. she’ll give me away.
yourusername i’ll be wearing my custom lukey moosey and jacky boy jersey and shoving quinn in a devils hat <3
_quinnhughes this is sadly true and my previous statement was a lie
lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes thanks for all the brotherly support ❤️
jackhughes @_quinnhughes might want to remember what that trophy says in your room
_quinnhughes @/jackhughes don’t tell me what to do
user40 we need to address that picture of quinn and cole because cole has the hughes dead eye stare😭
lhughes_06 i have to admit, you did good, shorty
yourusername why? just why? i have to deal with the damage
lhughes_06 how?
yourusername idk buy him boots? maim you?
jackhughes @/yourusername do the second one but after playoffs
yourusername @/jackhughes deal
lhughes_06 MOM! DAD!
trevorzegras @/lhughes_06 i’ve been told to tell you that your parents fled the county
_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras did you mean country?
trevorzegras @_quinnhughes sadly that is not what they said
user81 the hockey gods really gave y/n the greatest night ever with the ducks and canucks
yourusername this is true! i had an amazing night!
_alexturcotte can’t wait to see you this summer, mr. record breaking season!🫡 @_quinnhughes
yourusername come early so we can roll out the red carpet for him!
_quinnhughes @/yourusername i’ll sell you
trevorzegras @_quinnhughes it’s a little late for that
jackhughes @_quinnhughes waayyyy too late
colecaufield sweet y/n alarms me
yourusername all i do is love you!
_quinnhughes she definitely likes you more than the rest of us
colecaufield @_quinnhughes i meant when she’s sweet to you
_quinnhughes oh yeah no that’s fair
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Sibling photo!
W/O the photo frame
Ik the left arm looks kinda off but hush
Now get ready for a long fucking rant about my listeners
Starting with Dennys! AKA Mariah Rose
(I'll do the others later)
Doing this just so I can keep her backstory from constantly changing or fusing with others
Alright so! :
Mariah is in her early 20s (maybe 23 or 25?)
Freckled ginger supremacy /hj
She has a bit of a stutter when she talks and is kinda insecure about it
Though shy with new people at first, a completely different person when they've known each other for a few months. By that, I mean she goes from a shy, quiet girl to a chaotic, loud menace
Has matching orange highlights with her brother
By the request of her strict mom, she entered university at about 18, dropped out at 21, and went back a few months later and finished her degree at 23
She has an electrical engineering degree that she still hasn't used because finding jobs is kinda hard
A very new employee at denny's
Literally only started working there to spite her mom
Mommy issues
Dad is pretty cool with whatever she does tbh long as she stays safe
Has 2 younger siblings who are twin sisters (Alicia and Amy) and 1 older brother (Henry). They all have a pretty strong bond!
Smoked for a year, quit because her sister Alicia developed asthma
Her other sister Amy wears hearing aids and really likes to draw!
The twins Alicia and Amy are 12 years old
Her brother is in his late 20s, engaged, has a medical degree, and works as a doctor in a hospital
Mariah struggled with her mental health for a few years, which is also why she dropped out before going back when her health improved
Used to wear glasses before getting eye surgery (paid by her dad cuz ain't no way she had enough money for that)
Did soccer in high school before breaking her ankle, leading to a few difficulties with walking for a few years, so she quit. Still kinda has pain in her leg whenever she walks
Occasionally does random arts n crafts with her sister to spend time with them
Also includes doing pranks on her brother
Was very alone and lonely from elementary to middle school, slowly started to get more extroverted in high school
Mariah only had very few friends. She wasn't really bullied or kept out of the group, but more like girlie was too anxious to approach anyone. So, her friends were the ones to initiate friendship first
Gal is so chaotic when she gets more comfortable. omg, comes from having multiple siblings, lol. In later stages of high school, she definitely started getting a bit more of a troublemaker, but not to the point of getting written up or kicked out
Def a people pleaser, girl says yes to almost anything (too nervous to say no cuz she doesn't want to upset anyone) her friends are usually the ones who say no for her
Prefers darker clothing and gets cold pretty fucking easily so she always has a jacket on her. Also has some walking problems due to the soccer accident I mentioned in the rant, so she's almost always sitting (gets a pass from the teachers to stay inside the classroom during recess) and sometime brings a walking stick with her if her leg is really acting up
Denise and Sarah from @piffany666 and @rustycopper4use taught her the ropes when she started working in dennys /hj
And that's all for now! Lemme know if you have any questions about her
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The Type You Save -
F I F T E E N
James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards
Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.
Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?
They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.
TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation
A/N: We are nearing the end!
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Christian Grey has always appreciated the finer things in life. Luxurious home, top of the range car, Cristal, 25-year-old scotch, the works. A man of his status and wealth should have a standard. Including the right woman.
Alexandra Richards was that woman.
He stared at the woman next to him as Nate drove, Walker beside him. He watched as she wiped an errant tear that fell to her cheek. She kept her face to the window, studying the country side as they drove. She didn’t bother asking where they were going, they would never tell her.
“Pet, would you like some water?”
“No, thank you.”
“Alexandra, you need to eat or drink something.”
“Not if I want to die, Mr. Grey.” Her tone remained even, never looking away from the window.
Grey grounded his teeth, wanting to force her to drink. But he waited, allowing her emotions. She was different than his pet from before. She was strong, independent before. Now she was despondent, fragile. A mother. She was in mourning for the loss of her son. He would try and change that soon but for now, he needed to break her and change her back to the woman she was.
His Alexandra.
James watched from the doorway of his sleeping son’s room, observing his little body as it curled around his teddy bear. He knew the sleep was from exhaustion, having to have explained to his son that his mother wasn’t going to be here for a while. He was a momma’s boy through and through. He closed the door softly and back into the empty apartment.
Steve was still tracking Alex. He almost laughed to himself again. He went to their bedroom and to his side table. He lifted the necklace from its place. The duplicate he had switched in Alex’s jewelry box was damn near perfect. Either she had noticed and didn’t say anything or she was losing her touch. Either way, the switch had allowed a tiny tracker to be embedded with her. That’s why Steve was on the hunt.
After searching for Zemo at his home and secondary office, it was painfully clear that he had been the mole for some time now. It was too coincidental that Walker had found Alex so quickly. The APB was out for everyone. All he could do now was wait. His phone went off.
Stark: He’s still tracking. They’ve almost made it to Tahoe
Barnes: ok
Stark: We’ll find her
Barnes: I know. Just bring my son’s mother home to him.
Barnes: Bring her back to me
James laid down and clutched her pillow. It still smelled like her. Of strawberries and roses, of her. Finally, twelve hours after she disappeared, he cried.
Alex jolted awake as the car slowed to a stop. She looked around in the darkness, unsure of where she was. She could make out the outline of trees in the moonlight but after that, she had no clue. Until she turned to see a house. It was out of a movie. Stark white, wrap around porch with large windows. Nate and Walker were already out of the car and walking up while Grey was studying her as she took in the home. “What do you think?”
“It’s a beautiful home.” She wouldn’t lie.
“Good.” Grey gave her a smile. “I built it for you.”
“For me?”
“You had a house, similar to this, in that notebook you used to have. Your journal. I found it after you left and wanted to have something ready for you when you came back.”
“I didn’t come back. You kidnapped me.”
“You left voluntarily.”
“To save my husband and son.”
“Your husband?” Grey sneered. “Your husband is nothing compared to me.”
“My husband is a thousand times the man you will ever be.”
Grey reached and grabbed her by the hair, and she squealed in pain. “Listen to me Alexandra. You are mine now. You made your choice.” He pulled a little harder and she whimpered. “I do miss that sound pet.”
“Please, stop.”
“No.” He opened the car door and dragged her out. She screamed and thrashed but Grey gripped her arm. “This is your home now Alex. Let’s get you acquainted.” He pulled her up the steps. She had no time to take in the interior as Grey marched her up to the master bedroom. “I have clothes and toiletries in the bathroom. There is nothing sharp or poisonous in here so don’t try. I’ll be back.”
Grey slammed the door closed and she heard a click as she was now locked in the room. She sank to the floor and cried.
Being a MIT graduate should have been something that Grey had factored into his grand scheme. There is always something sharp or poisonous in everything. After crying, Alex got to work, taking the plastic toothbrush and using the counter to sharpen it. She just had to get past the door, and she could fight her way out. She hoped Nate would help her at some point, but she couldn’t count on that.
Keeping her crude tool close, Alex decided to inspect the rest of the room. The windows were locked, meaning the only way was to break them, attracting unwanted attention. Clothing in her size were in the drawers, no strings on any of them. Slip on shoes negated laces. Bastard really did think of almost everything. She heard footsteps coming and she hid the toothbrush under the pillow. She sat against the headboard, as far away as possible. The door opened revealing Nate. Alex let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Hey Nate.”
“Hey Allie Cat.”
“That’s a new one.”
“Had time to think about it.” He went to sit on the edge of the bed, but still blocking the door. “I told you to run.”
“And I told you that I couldn’t abandon my family again.”
“Were you always this stubborn?”
She shrugged. “Probably. But we were usually on the same team.” She studied Nate. He looked tired, worn. “What is the plan for me Nate?”
“The plan? The plan. Shit Alex, you should know the Boss by now. He’s gonna want his pet back by his side.”
“That’s not going to happen.”
“He’s gonna try and break you Alex if you don’t do it willingly. This is why I told you to run. But no, the great Cat Burglar had to do things her own way.” Nate started to pace. “Fuck Alex, I tried to protect you. I found you three times before he sent Walker. And he only sent Walker when that fucker Zemo ratted you out.”
“Zemo? Zemo is yours?”
“Not mine Alex. His.” He cupped her face. “I’m sorry. I’m only up here because Grey asked me to try to convince you. Just give in. Save yourself. If only so that you save your son, your husband from any more pain. Please Alex.”
“I can’t,” she whispered. “I love my husband and my family. I need my family Nate. I need them just as much as I need you. Please help me.”
He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I wish I could.” He stepped back. “I’ll do what I can for you. But unless by some miracle you are found, you are his.” He turned and left the room, locking it as he went.
It was deathly quiet now. And a sob was ripped from room as Alex began to wail.
Nate walked back downstairs, trying to ignore the sobs that were now being ripped from her chest. His best friend. Well former best friend after his act of betrayal. He made it to the living room and walked past Walker and Grey. He reached the bar cart and poured himself a drink. He needed to feel numb now.
“What did she say?” Grey asked, looking up from the papers he was studying.
“That she wants to go home to her family.”
Walker let out a sadistic laugh. “Kitty lost her claws. What a little pussy.”
Grey glared at Walker until the man’s face fell. He snorted. “That’s a shame.” He looked up at the stairs. “Let her cry it out tonight. We start tomorrow.”
“Start with what?” Nate looked at his boss.
“Breaking her.”
Steve could hear snippets of the conversation happening in the home. He peaked in to see the three men sitting and talking before the one with the drink threw it back and slammed it down, exiting the room. Steve picked up his phone.
Rogers: found her
Stark: thank god. She ok?
Rogers: no idea. Security tight no clean entry or exit
Stark: fuck. Ok. I’ll reach out to local
Rogers: roger that.
He looked around and saw the guy who left angrily now standing on the porch, hand on the railing, head bowed. The man shuddered like he was trying to keep his emotions in. “Fucking Alex, why doesn’t she listen?”
“She does that.” Nate swiveled to look at Steve. He went to reach for his weapon, but Steve drew first. “Whoa there, sunshine.” Nate slowly raised his hands. “I think you and I are after the same thing. To help Alex.”
Nate cocked his head. “You’re Steve.”
“You must be Nate. If I lower my weapon, we cool?”
“Yeah.”
Steve holstered his weapon. “Can they hear us in there?”
“No, but better safe than sorry. Garage in the back. Meet you there in five.” Nate went back inside.
Steve made is way around through the woods. He waited behind until Nate called for him. “How is she?”
“She’s scared and probably planning to do something stupid. She’s Alex.”
Steve huffed. “Yeah, typical. Look I have reinforcements coming but it will take until morning to get them here. I need to know how I can get in there and rescue her.”
Nate sighed. “You’ll help with my case?”
“For Alex, yeah I will.”
James was awakened by his phone a few hours later. He reached over, the bright screen hitting his eyes causing him to squint.
Stark: He found her
Barnes: She ok?
Stark: status undeterminable but I’ve sent locals to help
Barnes: give me the coordinates.
Stark: sent. I’m coming with. Be there in 10
James called Natasha. “We found her.”
Oh thank god.
“I need you to come stay with Drew.”
I’m on my way.
James got his gear together as well as some stuff for Alex. He crept into Drew’s room, his boy still sleeping peacefully. “I love you Chief,” he whispered. He slipped Alex’s necklace over his head. “You take care of this for me and Mommy, ok?” He kissed his head and walked out. Nat showed. “The documents you might need are in the safe in our closet. Combo is 03-10-19-17. We left some stuff for Drew when he’s older.”
“Bucky…”
“I’m gonna do everything I can to bring us home but just in case. Please take care of our boy.”
Nate hugged James hard. “Be safe.”
Stark knocked on the open door frame. “Ready?”
“Ready.”
The sun hadn’t risen yet when Alex was awakened by the door opening. She held still. “Pet?” Alex reached slowly under the pillow for her toothbrush and gripped it tight. When she sensed him close, she swung, the sharp point she created cutting the skin on his arm. “Fuck!”
Alex rose and swung her leg around, dropping him as he gripped his forearm to stop the bleeding. She ran to the door and down the stairs. She could see the front door but was grabbed around the middle. “Let me go!”
“I see Kitty did have her claws,” Walker said in her ear as he adjusted his grip. “And now I get to play with the Kitty.”
Alex paled as she was held in place by Walker as Christian walked down the stairs, a towel on his arm. “Let’s get her to the garage. I don’t want to make a mess in the house.” Walker pulled her out and marched her to the back of the property.
Steve and Nate were there in the shadows, waiting for the backup promised to Steve. It was getting close to dawn when Steve heard the cries of his best friend. He watched as Alex was dragged into the garage. “Shit. We have to get in there.” Steve and Nate both moved to pull their weapons.
A gun cocking behind them caused them to freeze. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Steve didn’t have time to turn before the butt of the gun hit his head and he was knocked out.
NEXT
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2nd part of lore because yes.
Now lets talk about the Forefeathers. ( Forefathers ) Yea you heard me right, bird pun! Basically these birds are like the building blocks of the rainforest, they make sure the forest is in good condition and they assign roles to keep it that way. They are descendants from the original flock that made the forest itself. These birds made the forest with their bare feathers and bare feathers ALONE. ( a bunch of god stuff that i don't wanna go into full detail about:) ) The Forefeathers still kinda have that forest building energy but its not as strong as hundreds of years passed. They live in certain outposts in the rainforest, kinda isolating themselves from others. Anyway apart from that, back to the Corvid Copse deal. With that parasite basically destroying their home, they had no choice but to abandon their outpost to other ones for safety. Most outposts wouldn't take them in because of they didn't wanna get infected. These poor birds were kinda stuck in a loophole that wasn't rlly their fault. with word spreading quickly around the forest, one of the Forefeathers (Cualli ) realized something had to be done. They couldn't go back to their home ( unless they wanted to die ) and they also couldn't be stuck with no place to go.
I'm slowly losing motivation so just have some bullet points to kinda explain it better:)
( i'm so sry:( I rlly hope you can at least understand what this lore even is about with my terrible writing skills...)
. Cualli calls a meeting with the other Forefeathers to put the corvids in a better place/home
.They decide to use the rest of their energy to create a certain stick that can make another section of the forest if you put it in the ground ( its basically their new home )
. Some yelling interupts the gathering and they leave to check it out, still leaving the stick behind
. A Quetzal overhears this whole thing and decides to steal the stick for himself ( his name is Akerian )
. When the Forefeathers come back they realize the stick has been stolen, and they try to track the bird down
. Akerian realizes that he's being trailed so he decides to bury the stick under a tree, and will come back for it later
. But that doesn't go according to his plan when the tree grew 20x its size creating a bunch of attention for the outpost nearby... ( this tree's even bigger than a redwood btw... )
. A young kingfisher saw this whole thing unfold and told the outpost head ( leader ) what just kinda went down
Basically what happened after this is that he was believed to be a god ( or one of the forefeathers offspring ) and he kinda plays along saying that he made that tree for the forest and he only wants whats best for them. They obviously believe him, and he becomes the new head. ( he kinda uses this new title to kinda hide from the forefeathers to stay hidden... )
> FAST FORWARD < ( like 5 years )
. With the Forefeathers plan kinda backfiring, a tree vote had been casted to the rainforest kinda finally deciding what that tree would be used for
. With the majority vote for the tree use being a school, construction was started ( with woodpeckers doing most of it )
. Every outpost whether they liked it or not they had to at least have one corvid in their household/nest because y-know THEIR PLAN FAILED:(
. The corvids are kinda treated like outcasts at school because of the whole thing anyway? ( IT WASN'T EVEN THEIR FAULT )
. Oh yeah also the schools name is T.R.E.E hehe:) ( The Reason Education Exists ) because IT KINDA IS!?!?!??!?!? I mean for the rainforest anyway...
The Forefeathers never knew who stole the stick...
But little do they know this was ALL Akerians fault:)
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#SEEEEE? ITS LIKE A CHILD WROTE ITTTTTT:(((((#lore#CRAPPY lore#oc lore?#idek at this point man:(#I dissapointed you guys with this crap 😔
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“Will never let you go this time.” — Option A3: Sapphire
[Make sure to please read Chapter 25 of Red Lights first, before you continue.]
“I’m gonna wear the sapphire necklace,” you announce, when Soyeon comes back into the room. She gives you a soft smile and a nod, before she helps you put on the jewellery. You take your time to slip into the blue dress next, before you step out and get back to the ballroom.
He’s waiting there for you. The man who it's been all along.
You can tell that Minho is already crying, unable to hold back the tears. He wipes them away with the back of his hand, constantly, since they don’t seem to stop.
“Hey, baby, no, no. Don’t cry, please,” you tell him, once you get closer, grabbing his face.
He nods, trying to subside the little sobs that are filling the huge hall.
“We can go upstairs, talk a little without the cameras and all,” you suggest.
Minho nods, giving you a relieved smile. You place a soft kiss on his lips, before you grab his hand and guide him to the door. You make it upstairs in no time, before you find the romantic suite Soyeon has told you about. Entering the bedroom, you realise that the blankets, curtains and pillows have the same shade of blue as the dress that you’re wearing. You’re close to tears now, too, admiring that little detail.
“Y/N?” Minho asks with a small voice and you turn around to him.
“Yeah?”
“I… I can’t believe you chose me… I-Im– what does this mean?”
You understand that he must be utterly confused. After all, this date a few days ago felt like the last one with you. Then you went to bed with both Jisung and Hyunjin, although the latter wasn’t even part of the finale anymore. What happened that you chose him in the end?
Well, that Halloween night might be factor number one. Minho wasn’t involved in any of this drama compared to the other finalists and even semi-finalists. And, of course, you can’t deny it. You just know that Minho and you truly belong together. Even after all this time. You’ll always love him, you’ll always be his princess, just like he said.
There’s a reason you can’t give up on him. It’s because your heart doesn’t want to. And when love is strong enough, which this one is, you can get through anything together. He proved it to you. Yes, it has only been a small amount of time but you trust him so much, you know that he’ll get better.
“Min, I’ve loved you all this time. Even when we didn’t see each other for a whole year. My feelings for you never stopped,” you confess.
He chuckles, “God– I’m the luckiest bastard on this planet, right?”
“You fought a lot. I know it wasn’t easy for you. But you proved to me that you’re willing to work on yourself, on us,” you explain.
He immediately nods, “I am… I really am. Whatever it needs for me to get better, for us to get better. I’ll go to therapy, I will work on my jealousy issue and all.”
“We can do this,” you reassure him, as your hand softly strokes his cheek. “Slow steps and all, if that’s alright with you. I still need time to fully give in but I am sure it’ll work out.”
This is the best Christmas present he could have this year. And the year after. And the year after that one.
“It will, I promise. You’ve always been my biggest motivation for anything in life, Y/N,” he admits.
Time stands still, when he smiles at you with so much love and trust. You take a few steps closer, getting rid of the distance between you when you press your lips on his. Minho is a bit surprised, although he knew you were going to kiss him, but it’s just the whole situation itself. He’s had this dream a thousand times before but something tells him that it’s finally reality.
You slip your tongue into his mouth a second later, heavy breaths filling the room in the meantime. What started out as an innocent little peck, soon turns into a full makeout session. Passion is ruling over you, desire is getting the best of you two. You can’t hold back and you don’t want to.
The both of you are already walking towards the bed. A little later, your back hits the mattress, before Minho is towering over you. He looks like a starving man—nothing new, whenever he has you under him. His lips wander to your cheek, underneath your ear, to your neck, even further down.
He decides to help you out of your dress, although he admired the look on you like nothing else in this world. The red lingerie catches his eyes even more—he stares at you for a second, as if it’s the first time he sees you like this. He remembers that moment quite well, when he had you like this for the first time. Back in college, after a few dates together—you looked as pretty as you do today, a lot more inexperienced, making him think you’re the innocent type. Of course, Minho soon realised you are anything but that.
You’re busy now opening each button of his shirt, before he slips out of his pants next. You get rid of your bra, too, while Minho pulls your panties down. It all happens so fast but you couldn’t care less—you’re hungry for more, hungry for each other.
“Min?”
“Yeah?”
“I need you inside of me, please,” you tell him, spreading your legs for him. You catch your lower lip between your teeth, hoping he will hurry up.
“Uhm… don’t you want me to stretch you a bit?” you ask, sounding a little concerned for you. Minho loves nothing more than going down on you, than getting you ready for his cock.
“I can’t wait… please…” you beg further.
Minho chuckles, positioning himself between your thighs, “Okay, darling. Whatever my princess asks for, she’ll get.”
His cockhead brushes over your clit, as he finds you absolutely soaked for him. You let out a whimper at the sensation, allowing him to tease you more. One of Minho’s arms gets placed next to your head, while he keeps his balance by staying on his knees.
“Let me make love to you, okay?”
That’s all he says before pushing himself inside. It takes some time for you to get used to the feeling, until he bottoms you out. The stretch stings a little but you soon adjust to it, the small pain turning into huge pleasure instead.
“Hold my hand,” he says, before his fingers get intertwined with yours. Minho starts thrusting into your wet hole then, as your pussy already starts tightening around him. God. This feels like heaven. Like everything you’ve ever needed.
“Kiss me, please,” you whimper underneath him and Minho is happy to oblige, when he places his lips on yours.
You’ve never had such soft and passionate sex at the same time. Never before—neither with Minho nor anyone else. He decides to place your legs over his shoulders, helping him change the angle a little.
“Is that alright, my dear?” he asks.
“Deeper, Min, please… go faster,” you beg, nodding.
“Okay, princess. Whatever you need, baby,” Minho chuckles.
He pounds even deeper into you then, hitting that sweet spot inside of you. It doesn’t take long for your vision to get filled with stars, when he fuckes you through your orgasm. After you beg Minho to not hold back, he cums deep inside of you, as your cunt milks his cock empty.
The mixture of liquids starts running out of you, when he pulls out. Minho gives a sweet little kiss on your nose, before he hurries to the bathroom, so he can get you cleaned and ready for bed.
💻
The spring sun is warming your skin. It’s been some time since the ending of Red Lights now but you don’t really miss it. Life is a lot better. Minho has been to therapy since January, hitting the three month mark now. You have given each other some space during that time, almost zero contact, so that he can work on his development. But now he’s back, having invited you.
He’s prepared something really special for today. The two of you meet at his new apartment, in the mood for a chill evening of cooking dinner together. The food tastes immaculate, just like having you in his life again. He kept his promise, worked on himself, made amends with the people he did wrong—including Jeongin. Yes, even after Minho found out that the two of you share a small history and happen to work at the same company again. But he trusts you. And you trust him.
His heartbeat is running in his chest, when he picks out the velvety box from his storage room, before he comes back to the kitchen.
“Y/N? I have a small gift for you,” he announces.
“A gift?” you ask, rather surprised.
He opens the box, revealing a ring with a sapphire stone attached to it, shimmering in the same shade of blue like the necklace you still wear every day.
“I… I actually bought it two years ago to propose to you one day,” he explains. “Fuck it, I’ll just get a new one for that, an even prettier one, I promise. But—will you be my girlfriend again, Y/N?”
A huge smile is decorating your face, “Of course, Min, I was waiting for you to ask me that.”
He puts the ring on your finger, his own hand shaking like crazy.
“Shit, I love you so much,” Minho says.
His lips find yours for a gentle kiss.
“I love you so much, too.”
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Hiii! I already made posts about these separately but I realized the timeline is totally wack and wanted to do just one big post to hopefully kill two birds with one stone.
(Side note: I changed Jet's age and now he has more kids! HAZZAH!!)
Once again, gonna go over some basic stuff about Jet and jump into the specifics of relationships and kids later on.
Jet is a former hard rock troll who was forced to form his own genre due to the negative effects it's hard rock lifestyle started having on him. It's pronouns are he/it, which he uses pretty equally but it isn't bothered if someone uses one more than the other. That being said, his kids call it Dad. Speaking of kids!! He has seven (7) now! His oldest are the twins he adopted, Briar and Wren, who are goth, his second oldest is Rex who is glam rock, then there is Kandi, a scene troll (really creative name, I know -_-), after her is Clash who is grunge, the second youngest is Ramone, a half-funk and officially punk troll, then the youngest, who is still an egg, Junior. It is also Queen Barb's god-father
Jet began feeling the consequences of his hard rock lifestyle after Rex hatched but didn't leave the genre until after Barb hatched. Some of the lasting effects include, but are not limited to: the dulling of colors, drooping of the ears, joint pain (specifically the knees), severe tinnitus, and muscle spasms in the neck that sometimes leave it unable to lift it's head for an undetermined amount of time.
Jet, however worse off his body is, wouldn't change anything about his life.
As for relationships, it is a bit complicated because Jet has actually never had a proper "dating" relationship. Jet experiences many types of love and loves so much that sometimes feelings get a little complicated and overwhelming. But here is a timeline with all those he has had a particularly strong bond with and when his kids came about. You can make your own assumptions about what the corresponding times mean.
Timeline:
Life long friendship with King Thrasher
Age 17-21 - Bandmates with classical music troll
Age 21 - Rex’s egg appears
Age 24 - Adopt’s the twins, Briar and Wren, at four years old
Age 25-27 - Brief but strong friendship with John-Dory
Age 26-27 - Massive crush on Julien (@felsicveins's OC)
Age 27 - Kandi’s egg appears
Age 28 - Barb hatches, Jet is appointed god-father
Age 29 - Forced to leave hard rock
Age 34 - Thrasher develops the need for a wheelchair, Jet and him bond over being disabled dads
Age 34 - Clash’s egg develops
(I don’t want to give Ramone another parent, you decide what happens here)
Age 42 - Ramone’s egg develops
Age 47 - Rekindles friendship with John-Dory
Age 48 - Junior’s egg develops
This would end up with Briar and Wren at 28, Rex at 27, Kandi at 21, Clash at 14, and Ramone at 6. And, of course, Junior is an egg
@90svn thank you for the ask :)
@spooky-circuits thank you for the ask and I will be going into more detail about how the kids feel about each other in another post later on that I will tag you in if you'd like :)
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this week fortnight on megumi.fm ▸ the last leg
is that a pun referring to my aching ankle? yes. is resting at home for another week gonna ruin my mental health? yes. but am I exaggerating and throwing a tantrum for something that's probably not a big deal? also yes.
📋 Tasks
💻 Internship // progress tracker
↳ biopython model replication ✅
↳ code for obtaining single fasta from overlapping sequences ✅
↳ running HMMer and superfamily script✅
↳ output analysis 🔁
↳ literature review on transport proteins 🔁
↳ transport protein family analysis 🔁
🎓 Uni
↳ our paper is finally out! there's a doi and everything now <3 it's not open access though :/// I might do some totally legal things to ensure more people can read it
↳ collected the hardcopy of my LOR
↳ collected my gradecard
↳ visited my advisor and updated her on stuff
🩺Radiomics Project
↳ radiomic features finalized✅
↳ data cleanup 🔁
📅 Daily-s
🛌 consistent sleep [14/14]
💧 good water intake [14/14]
👟 exercise [/14] just basic stuff to maintain ankle mobility
Fun Stuff this week
💗i went to uni to watch one of my friends present something to the juniors! then I spent the afternoon chatting with my guide and later on went window shopping with my best friends
(in retrospect i should not have done this because my ankle got infinitely worse the next day and now I'm stuck resting at home for an additional two weeks)
🎮playing undertale with @muakrrr
📺 ongoing: Marry my Husband, Cherry Magic Th, Perfect Propose, Doctor Slump, Flex X Cop
📺 binged: Blueming, Roommates of Poongduck 304
📹 Started watching Going Seventeen // so I've been listening to SVT for a while now and I did watch their Don't Lie II eps like two years ago but I never really checked anything else... however, considering that I'm stuck at home and that @zzzzzestforlife (who has impeccable taste) has mentioned it often on their posts, I decided to check out GoSe properly and. wow. I started with their mystery episodes [fav scenes under cut] and now I'm watching GoSe2020 in chronological order and !!!!!! The concepts, the storylines, the acting, the humour, the editing, even the subtitles are all so so good. I've been watching this show for two weeks now and I am now officially a cubic <3
📻 This week's soundtrack
Wk1: The Best of ATEEZ // I've been real obsessed since their 2024 world tour clips started showing up on social media; I was a casual enjoyer up to this point and then I went and checked them out and it's all so dystopian and immersive. My favourites would be Intro: Long Journey (which makes me feel like I'm in Pirates of the Caribbean), the Symphony version of Wonderland (for its musicality and Jungho hitting those notes), MATZ (that is insane in it's the visual storytelling in the MV) and Wake Up (whose performance choreo ended me)
Wk2: The Best of BTS // in an attempt to revive a project I abandoned a year ago, I spent wayy too much time curating this playlist to get the most satisfying BTS transitions ever and I can confidently say that I'm nowhere close to my goal T-T but I kind of like the way it is now so I am simply going to give up
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[Feb 12 to Feb 25 ; week 7+8/52 || this was not supposed to be one post but then... idk what happened... I feel very dull lately because of my ankle and just when I thought it was getting better it's become painful again... my friends and parents keep chastising me (and fairly so) for trying to move around even before I fully heal but patience has never been my strong suit. sitting still is really the biggest punishment for a hyperactive ADHD kid like me... i'm sure plenty others have it worse but... yeah... GoSe really carrying my mental health right now ]
my fav GoSe scenes
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There are days were the things in my head are shamelessly hopeful and therefore completely illusory.
But “I must dare to dream”, right?
Venice 25
He thought about Armie’s comment when they stood ready to go in front of the mirror.
*
He got out of the car and the crowd screamed.
He was in Venice. Venice Film Festival, September 2025, premiere of Dune 3. The last act.
He loved being in Venice.
Again he wore a handmade outfit by Haider.
A kind of homage to his red sequined outfit from 3 years ago, again a neck-holder, again backless, but this time made of a robust and hard material, fine wire rings interwoven, heavy silver chains in between, a modern chain shirt. Plus some 70s punk rock vibe: leather pants, his boots with the silver heels, silver rings and bracelets on fingers and wrist, a black painted fingernail and a silver choker around his neck.
The outfit felt good, it made him feel strong and forearmed, even if right now he didn't think he needed that. Much more the outfit matched his mood, wanting to kick ass, because that's what he would do now, what they would do now.
He waved briefly to the crowd, the first flash of lightning thundering down on him, and then he held out his hand, just a little, casually, as he always did when he just wanted his partner a little closer, and couldn't help but grin happily as Armie got out of the car.
Armie looked extremely dapper in that deep-dark Tom Ford suit with a fancy little applique on the lapel, and Tim couldn't have been prouder of his partner, of his man, of his husband.
And that was it. Armie was now standing next to him, his warm hand gently running over Tim’s bare back and resting on his hip. They smiled into the cameras. Together, side by side. The way it had been private forever, the way it should be possible in public, too. It felt good and right.
He didn't care if there were hostile comments among the cheers now. The crowd that kept cheering was there and the one that mattered was standing next to him.
Armie.
Armie and him, for all the world to see.
“You look like some kiss ass rock star who has his bodyguard with him just to fuck him.”
It was the right time for them now.
The big blockbusters had been shot, he had a few more awards on his record, he had built a good network, he would be shooting with Scorsese and directors he adored. What more did he want?
He was sure that even if a few offers fell through now, he would still be making films he wanted to make. Maybe he would make less money, but as long as he could keep doing what he loved the most, something that he couldn’t live without, it would be enough now.
Armie smiled at him warmly, towering beside him and he smiled back. What had often taken them so much effort to hide was now there for all the world to see.
There was a rush in his head, his heart was pounding wildly, they had played this day out in his head for too long, too many emotions attached to it, and yet it was pride that trumped everything.
And then a gentle touch of Armie’s hand on his back and Armie was buttoning up his jacket, stepping into the background. Stephane stood on the sidelines and Armie joined him. Tim was alone again, continuing to pose for the photographers, responding to the "Timmy" calls, and although Armie was now no longer next to him, he was still more with him than ever.
When his bodyguard motioned him to go to the fans to sign autographs, he couldn’t say that he wasn’t afraid at that moment.
He tried not to listen, but of course he did hear a few things.
“Are you two really together or is this some kind of PR?”
“Are you gay?”
“How long has it been going on with you guys?”
Later he would say:
I prefer to keep my private life private. I'm with Armie but the rest is non of your business.
Then why this now?
Because I wanted to share this special moment with my partner. And the world can stop worrying about who I'm with. There should be more important things.
So are you gay?
I think we live in a society where we should be long past asking someone about their sexuality because they are with someone of the same sex.
There wouldn't be much more about them from them. Even if the whole world wanted to know everything.
For now he didn't say anything. With trembling hands he wrote autograph after autograph, took selfies, accepted gifts, and when he realized it was no different than usual, he found his voice again, the feeling of happiness increased, as did the selfies with stuck out tongue and middle finger and the joy to kick ass.
"You look amazing!"
"I love you so much!"
The hate would play out anonymously elsewhere, he knew.
Finally, he sprinted back to the red carpet, photos with Zendaya, photos with Dennis, photos with the whole cast. He felt like he was about to burst, brimming with energy, roaring and beaming, his kick-ass energy constantly alternated with pure pure joy. In between, he kept glancing over at Armie, who was smiling happily at him and apparently commenting dryly with Stephane on the whole happening.
Whatever was to come, as it was now, it was the right thing to do. Now had been the right time, and because it was the right time, they had not wanted to wait any longer, he had not wanted to wait any longer.
It was strange to be in that auditorium and watch the movie while outside the news would spread through the world like a forest fire. But he didn't mind.
Armie had been in a play, had taken small roles in television series, and next year Timmy would produce a small indie film starring him. They slowly got things going.
And even if they didn't, he would turn 30 at the end of this year. He had changed. For some time now, they had thought about having a family of their own. They were ready for change, for their new chapter in life, whatever it would look like.
As he walked into the building, and Armie walked beside him, smiling at him, their fingers casually interlocked. And that small, unspectacular touch meant everything to Tim. No boundaries, no hiding, just being themselves.
Dennis had supported him.
"I'm not sure we would have made it to Venice again with the third part without you and your collaboration with Haider. They love you! So take it, it's yours!"
Now they got Amargaddon. They would see how it would affect the box office, but he was grateful to have Dennis' blessing on it.
He loved being in this sheltered place with colleagues, friends and Armie.
Tim had wanted Armie to sit near him, so he heard him cheering in the row behind him when his name appeared on the screen, and turned with a grin when he heard him laughing dirty at a Harkonnen joke. It felt good to have him there. Very good.
When they all hugged during the applause after the movie, he turned around and hugged Armie too, and although they hadn't talked about it before, when Armie slid his hand down Tim's neck and gave him a kiss on the mouth, as other couples would, Tim couldn't stop grinning.
He knew there would be blurry video of that kiss. There wouldn't be much else, but at least they could offer that to their fans.
As they left the movie theater, as they made their way to the hotel, shouting cheerful see-you-later’s to the others, the fog in Tim's head cleared, the buzzing slowly diminished, and when he saw an undisturbed corner, he pulled Armie into it, into his arms and never let go. Armie did the same, squeezing him so tight he almost couldn't breathe.
For quite a while they were just standing there, crying and laughing and hugging and feeling all these feelings they felt. Together.
He felt all the tension inside him release. The tension that he didn't even know was inside him. The prison that they knew how to ignore so much that they had forgotten the freedom they lacked.
"We did it, Armie."
"Yes, we did."
And when he heard Armie's brittle voice, tears came to him, too, and he had to hold Armie even a little tighter.
"It really does feel as good as they say, doesn’t it?"
"It does."
Clap your hands for Tinkerbell them.
Later that evening, they had a carefree premiere party with lots of laughter, dancing and singing. They were happy, they were them. Some more blurry pictures would show that and it was fine.
And even if it was none of the world's business that they were together, it was an incredible feeling that the world knew now.
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Brain worms still there, watching menacingly.
Ages:
Death of the king
Miranda 28
Eva 2
Alcina 15
Salvatore 14
Karl 8
Donna 8 (two months younger than Karl, who enjoys remarking often)
Angie birth
Miranda 32
Eva 6
Alcina 19
Salvatore 18
Karl 12
Donna 12
War start
Miranda 33
Eva 7
Alcina 20
Salvatore 19
Karl 13
Donna 13
Angie 1
Miranda knew that war was going to happen soon, so she was playing chess with her subjects and the rebels in the enemy kingdom, making sure that when push come to shove the war would be ended definitely and fast. The ceasefire was temporary and fragile, but she not wanted to be the one to broke it because se wanted to create a good reputation for the kingdom ( good ally, strong and stable) and it worked.
Ouside after the war and the plague, she is considered strict but benevolent, a ruler that is close to the gods but knows the pain of the mortals (for better or worse the death of Eva played a big role in that) and is cruel but efficient dealing with the threats at the kingdom, did hanging the decapitated head of the enemy king his linage was a bit excessive? Yes but was reasonable (again she made sure to move the strings needed make everything go her way).
This knowledge is the reason why she not pick fights with Karl, because she knew it and still did nothing, so she accepts his hatred as punishment.
Plague
It happen barely a month later that the alliance was formed.
Miranda 34
Eva 8
Alcina 21
Salvatore 20
Karl 14
Donna 14
Angie 2
Aftermath
Miranda 35
Alcina 22
Salvatore 21
Karl 15
Donna 15
Angie 3
Bela, Cass and Daniela 6
The difference between Karl and Donna situations as head of the their houses are the next:
The servants of the Heisenberg house respect/like Karl meanwhile most of the Beneviento not respect/like Donna.
Karl was raised to be proud of himself and to stand up for his decision and the consequences of them; Donna was raised to be a shadow helper never in the spotlight and whatever decisions she made were to be dealt together with Claudia.
Donna as the older surviving member of the Beneviento family had the responsibility of taking care of the youngest member (food, education, health, etc) everything that concerns with the raising of children. She was very involved with Angie BUT all the responsibilities were in the hands of her mother and sister.
The matrimony between Alcina/Mia a Karl/Ethan happened after three years.
Miranda 37
Alcina 25
Mia 22
Bela, Cass and Daniela 9
Salvatore 24
Karl 18
Ethan 19
Donna 18
Angie 6
Rose birth
Miranda 39
Alcina 27
Mia 25
Bela, Cass and Daniela 11
Salvatore 26
Karl 20
Ethan 21
Donna 20
Angie 8
Now the ships in this au are:
Alcina/Mia
Karl/Ethan
Salvatore/Urias
Miranda, Donna and the girls are free game I guess. But again if I'm cooking I'm gonna use the meat that I want to so there will be a Reader/OC situation.
#resident evil village#mother miranda#alcina dimitrescu#salvatore moreau#karl heisenberg#donna beneviento#bela dimitrescu#cassandra dimitrescu#daniela dimitrescu#re8 village#Au#omegaverse
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