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delphinusbae · 5 years

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I Couldn’t Be More In Love (Becca x MC)

Pairing: Becca x MC (Paris)

Author’s Note: Requested by @kennaxval Valentines prompt 9. “Meant to be”. This turned loger than I expected akdbdk. Set around the wedding since yeah I COULD’T HELP IT. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The big day is finally here and Becca can’t wait to give her speech. That is, if she remembers it.

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There was just one way to describe Becca today.

She was the happiest woman right now.

Aside Paris, she hoped.

Her wife.

Wow.

They were married for real. She was Paris’ wife and Becca was hers.

A dream come true.

Before, marriage and starting a family weren’t really on Becca’s plans. She didn’t put much thought on it. That is, until her relationship with Paris got serious. Suddenly having a kid with her wife’s heart, creativity and her own smarts and sense of personal majesty didn’t sound crazy at all. But that step was still some time away, for now, she’d enjoy the rest of one of the most important moments in her life.

Becca right arm was very comfortable around Paris’ shoulders as they sat, drank and chatted with their friends, her fingers laced with her wife’s.

Unconsciously, the blonde’s eyes trailed down to the golden band on her free hand, the golden band on her ring shining with the lighting from the place as she lifted her head and looked around. Madison had definitely outdone herself. Becca’s best friend offered to organize the venue for the wedding and knowing how capable Madison was (and how much she actually knew them) the couple accepted in a heartbeat.

The venue was in a garden. The thin structure of a wooden house lifting in place a series of yellow string lights as well as many decorations made of fallen branches in the form small spheres lit by the same lights. The tables were squared and round, the beige linen being the only decoration on them aside the centerpiece made of a small arrangement of flowers as well as candles. All the dark from the wood contrasted perfectly with the green of the grass along the deco, and in the center, a big enough dance floor for everyone to party, excluding the small scenario on the front where the band seemed to be having a good time of course.

It had been a small gathering, just 150 people. Okay... maybe not ‘that’ small but it was all their parents’ fault. Becca had a list with originally 70 people she and Paris thought much about but apparently inviting EVERYONE was required. They were lucky they could cut it at 150.

Out of nowhere she felt a finger tap her shoulder. “As the best man of both and mc tonight it’s my duty to tell you I’ll be giving my speech now and you’re next”. Zack said, a big smile on his face.

Becca’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding? Right now?”.

“Yeah”. He shrugged, his brows frowning in confusion almost immediately. “Why? Is there a problem?”.

“If you forgot I, of all people forgot my vows hours ago then yes, we have a situation”. Becca whispered, not wanting to attract Paris’ attention.

“Don’t worry Becca. We’ve been practicing your speech for weeks! I’m sure you’ll do just fine”. Kaitlyn leaned on her right side, joining the conversation. “You even made me tear up”. The singer chuckled. “Aaand... I kind of have an emergency plan. Just in case”.

Kaitlyn leaned back and took her purse, taking out a small paper sheet. “I printed both your vows and speech if you needed to rehearse once again but if you’re too nervous, why don’t you take them with you?”.

“You’re telling me you had this with you all the time and you just stood there and watched me make a fool of myself at the ceremony?”.

“Don’t be so dramatic!”. Zack interrupted. “You were perfect. Did you see Paris’ face? I think the only person who noticed was Kaitlyn because she was the one that helped”.

“See? Don’t worry about it”. Kaitlyn said.

“Are you sure it has to be right now?”. Becca threw her head back and sighed.

“What happened with the “I cant wait to give my speech. You bet Paris will be crying by the end of it!“. Kaitlyn smirked, high fiving Zack as they both laughed at their friend. “Anyway”. Zack took a deep breath, steadying himself. “As you said, there IS a program so-”.

“Why are you two laughing at my wife?”. Becca’s scowl turned into a grin as the three turned to Paris, who looked at them with raised brows yet a smile on her face.

“Uh, nothing”.

“Yeah, sure”.

“I should get going now. Get ready blondie!”. And with that Zack was gone, walking to the center of the place.

“What was that?”. Paris asked, caressing Becca’s knuckles.

“Oh. Just speech time”.

“Niceeee. Are you ready to be crushed by my speech Mrs. Davenport?”. Paris smiled teasingly, leaning close to Becca’s face.

“You do know who you’re talking to right?”. Paris shrugged. “You’re on then, Mrs. Davenport”. Becca grinned, leaning in to leave a sweet and long kiss to her wife’s lips. (Oh god, she shouldn’t have bragged so much).

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that”.

“Get a room you two!”. Zack’s voice could be heard around all the place, pulling them from their moment. “Okay, now that I’ve got everyone’s attention-“. Paris’ best friend waited until in fact, everyone was looking at him.

“Good, now. As Paris and Becca’s best man and mc for the night I thought it’d be good if I started with the speeches myself”. Paris moved closer to Becca, leaning her head on her shoulder as Zack turned directly to them. “Now, if someone had told me two and a half years ago we’d be standing here I probably would’ve found it hard to believe. But things happen, these two ended up together! And I couldn’t be happier for them”. Everyone laughed. “Paris is-“

Zack’s speech was great. It wasn’t great, it was amazing! It even helped Becca relax a little bit but before she noticed, it was already over as everyone was lifting their cups.

“So please ladies and gentlemen, raise your cups in a toast for the newlyweds!”. The guests did as they were told, waiting for Zack to end. “Congratz guys. If Paris was already the mom friend then Becca is officially our Dad!”.

“Ugh”. Becca rolled her eyes, containing the smile that attempted to break out on her face.

Zack motioned to the stage, waiting to give her the mic. “The stage is yours our favorite Kappa queen, please give a round of applause for Becca!”.

“Here I go”. Becca drank half of her champagne down, kissing Paris one last time and hearing a ‘make me proud’ from Kaitlyn before walking to her friend, the paper sheet forgotten behind her. She was gonna do this right.

She reharsed a lot. It would go perfect, right?

As she accepted the mic she hit Zack’s arm playfully, turning to the front and making eye contact with Paris. The brunette wore the biggest smile Becca had seen in her all day, and that was saying much. Paris had been smiling since she woke up (or so she heard, Abby had prohibited the brides to see each other before time).

Suddenly Becca found herself breathless, her mind forgetting everything else but her bride’s expression. Paris was so, so beautiful. “Wow...”. Becca didn’t notice she had said that to the mic, earning laughs from the crowd yet again as Paris tilted her head, grin in place.

The blonde did her best to look into her mind but there was nothing. Screw it, she’d improvise. Back at the ceremony because all the exitement she forgot her vows and Zack said no one noticed. So if she improvised once she could do it again.

Becca shrugged, lifting the mic to her lips again. “So, for everyone who doesent know Paris and I went basically from enemies to lovers”. She chuckled. “The day of the dance at the end of freshman year something happened between us. Paris wasn’t in the best place and so was I so it served as a distraction from everything. But as morning came and we parted ways I found myself thinking about her quite constantly. Then during summer break the Aurora festival happened and she invited me. By the end of it imagine my surprise realizing I was opening up to someone and that someone was my nemesis”. Paris actually laughed out loud.

“By Paris being my nemesis I mean I literally threw a coffee at her the first time we met and made my best to make freshman the worst for her”. Becca grimaced. “Not my best move definitely. When I first saw her I actually thought she was beautiful so I might’ve been mean because I didn’t know how to express myself or what to feel. I’m still sorry about that by the way”. Even at a distance, Becca could see her wife will her eyes.

“It wasn’t until the start of sophomore that we bumped into each other by accident. f I was in a bad place before summer then I was even worse. I can say I was a total bitch to everyone-“.

“Not gonna stop you Beccs!”. Kaitlyn interrupted, giggling right after.

“Oh shut up!”. Becca snorted. “As I was saying, I was a total bitch but Paris didn’t care and didn’t give up. She helped me through it like no one did, she cared. And our “thing” turned more serious and serious. Now that I think about it, I can’t believe we dated in secret almost 8 months!”. Becca shook her head. “Anyway, the moment we told everyone I felt so relieved because I was finally able to call you my girlfriend in front of everybody”. She emphasized that word.

“Like any relationship we had our ups and downs, specially when we moved together in Junior year. We used to fight over the smallest things but I guess that made us stick together and straighten our relationship. No matter how irritating I could be you were there still. But when you were in senior year, the time we broke up... I felt so lost. I realized so, so many things. Even if I had a place in the university I wanted, even if I was about to start a new phase in my life, I couldn’t care about it. I wasn’t happy because you weren’t there with me. I was too focused on myself when I should’ve focused on us. So I decided to take the first flight to London I found and go to your place”. Paris was still smiling, but it was a small smile, listening attentively to Becca’s speech.

“The moment we got back together it was as if all color in my life returned. I was so happy were were together again. Not that I didn’t know it before but, it just helped me reassure you Paris... are the love of my life. So I just knew I had to propose. When you said yes I felt like my chest was about to explode, I even cried and you know that doesn’t happen often”. Paris shook her head slowly, her eyes starting to water. “And now that I finally get to call you my wife, it feels surreal. People say there’s a reason why things happen, you know? And you and I babe were meant to be”. Becca grinned, a tear drop falling from her right eye. “I can’t wait to start our life together in New York”. Paris’ tears were flowing now.

“So I want to make a toast in honor of my beautiful wife”. Becca raised her cup. “I couldn’t be more in love. For you babe, for us”.

“CHEERS!”.

Paris stood up, walking towards Becca in a quick step before pulling her in for a kiss, holding her face as Becca’s arms encircled her waist. “I love you Becca”. Paris smiled, looking up through watery eyes.

“I love you too, wife”.

#playchoices #becca x mc #becca davenport #choices stories you play #its been ages since I wrote becca x mc #its 4:34 am #hashtag: no regrets #lea writes #mc x becca

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angelicsentinel · 5 years

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Lunacy 🌙

becoming kaitou kid feels like a dream the first time he swings the mantle over his shoulders it feels like coming home the silk lining hugging his skin the tightly woven wool perfectly white and fitted almost as if his father had known almost as if it were made for him its the first thing that’s fit right in a long time the moon high overhead shadows dancing across mirrored glass white phantom wings

he spends his first afternoons locked up in his fathers room learning learning learning disguises he knows some from his mother but not enough and he doesnt feel like asking not when she hid this from him how could she hide this from him (it stings like leaving it stings like betrayal) like the two halves of the same court card facing different direction he loves her and he hates her it cracks like tree growing in an ugly mirror shatters into a thousand pieces makes his skin bleed digs in and takes root

he can be a different person every time and its relieving like twisting the release on a pressure valve kaitou kid doesnt have to have a face kaitou kid doesnt have to be kaito he can be anything he wants he can steal lives and wear them for a while put them back when he feels better about himself

kaito doesnt plan thats what he has jii for he follows his whims and they work most of the time and the ones that dont he improvises its challenge and absolution all in one (kaito remembers reaching out towards the (his) father screaming, a hand on his chest holding him back, and oh how he hated in that moment, in a rage he’s never felt before or since except always) maybe if each show is grander each heist more over the top reaching always reaching

why do you do it vengeance to protect i dont (know) wrong answer

white like the moon, waxing and waning white like the crest of calling waves, kaito ebbs and flows constant in inconstancy, each crash upon the shore new sometimes a gentle whisper, sometimes a roaring tsunami that cold proud wall of water, drowning everything including him, washing it all away

nights, days, they blur in mind fever in impulse and obsession in an endless shifting landscape of museums and rooftops of moonlight and starlight and glittering gems drowning, drowning lunacy

the dream fades into nightmares over time into clenched sheets and echoing gunshots into dark laughter and panicked screams and an armful of someone who must be protected (youd thought it was a game hadnt you you fool the cost is so cheap, kaito its only your life)

routine in the extraordinary the gold becomes gilt after a time each heist caught in requisite take examine return and the excess starts to feel like excess like expectation the crowds are screaming kaito is screaming too comfort becomes cold moons ice eye pop and boom and the world shakes

face not face tarnished idol black mirror the crow caws the crow calls a challenge a step ahead a fake (but whos the fake kaito do you know) freezing cold and searing heat less a win and more a concession than a forfeit

the split

rooftops guns and grief and loss and lies the world spins on routine

kaito stands one more white speck against the dark velvet of the night on a tower made from steel and glass cold and moonlight shining down one lonely rocket mixing with the stars and kaito sees himself reflected in his eyes his eyes that see that truth and feels that spark come to life once again

will he like it kaito wonders will he dream will he see like wind winding a kite ever higher into the sky kaitos reach exceeds his grasp a rival he thinks a challenge a gauntlet a future a reason a will a want and then one fateful call and kaitos world spins again birds tiny winged angels soft white and rain the tap tap tap of (big) little feet a smile and a favor and a nod truth

kaito feels too much he always has and this small growth showing through the cracks is dangerous obsession in pageclicks and traces of film the roots are spreading threading into everything consuming him until he becomes as vine choking him in red green blue tracing pixels saving him and then another wall of fire and kaito cant help but— pop and boom and the world shakes

it hurts in a way it shouldnt the smoke and the fire burning burning burning like his overfull heart of course he wouldnt see him the same they never do stupid, foolish kaito with his big dreams and small reality hed thought hed thought well it doesnt matter what hed thought it means nothing in the end anyway (like blond hair and warm eyes and warmer skin a back unknowingly turned a desperate hand ignored why do you do it i still dont (know)) going staying drowning burning drowning

unreal city nightmare horizon kaito standing on the edge of a glass tower red eye above blinking blinking Kid a voice and kaito closes his eyes thinks of tasers and trains (fire always fire) cold and the moon and the waves and kisses presses him to the wall wood and metal and fire too much too much kaito killed before it could grow sinking air and water he yields he gives he takes everything that kaito is soul swallowed this is who he is lunacy

highs and lows a rollercoaster a whirlwind sharp words sharper accusations the taste of obsession in the back of kaitos throat he opens he gives he gives too much kaito too much (never enough) a gem glittering red in the moonlight a syncope

an end kaito he follows on his heels like a hound tracks him hunting hounding spinning a catch (whats the catch whats the catch) Caught a kiss

the eye of the storm anchors him truth spins, Truth keeps— Immovable, immutable Truth, Steady even as Kaito’s storm rages, As Kaito drifts like air, flows like waves, shifts like earth, burns like fire; A hand reaching underwater pulling him up despite the weight, Lunacy, but then—

Love.

#kaishin #experimental style #character study #kuroba kaito #poetry #sentinel writes

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