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valkyrieromanoff · 6 months

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JAMES KELLY IMAGINE: The mechanic and the spoiled princess

word count: 3.8k

warnings: age gap, praise, pet names (spoiled princess, little princess, good girl), mention of sex

summary: Your car breaks down for the tenth time and James is your mechanic.

a/n: After seeing many edits of this character on tiktok, I had to write something about it. I hope you like it, maybe it's not so faithful to the character ;)

After everything that had happened to his brother, James wanted to leave everything behind and start over, far away from New Orleans. And that's what he did. He gathered up all his savings and bought a one-way ticket to Portland, where he got a job as a mechanic in a workshop in the city center. It wasn't much, but he managed to rent an apartment and live comfortably without being haunted by the ghosts of his past.

It was a Sunday afternoon when you walked into the workshop where James works, and he smiled when he saw you. After all, in the four months he'd been living in the city, you must have visited the mechanic's shop about ten times.

"Hey, you, what happened this time?" James joked, raising an eyebrow as he wiped the oil off his hands with a cloth.

"Hi, uhm, my car broke down again," you said, biting your lip nervously.

You used to show up at the garage; your parents always brought their cars in for maintenance, oil changes, or any necessary check-ups. It was a hot day; you'd chosen a flowery dress and red sneakers, your brown curls tied up in a ponytail with a ribbon, and your eyes covered by sunglasses.

James raised an eyebrow, leaned against the counter that held his tools, and crossed his arms. "Y/n, come on. It's been a month since your last visit." "What's wrong with it this time? Is it the transmission again? Or did you forget to change the oil?"

"Do I have to change the oil every month?" You asked, frowning in confusion.

He sighed and shook his head.

"No, of course not. Do you know how to check the oil in the first place?" James asked, rolling his eyes. "I know you're young, but you should know that, at least now."

"Let me guess; you don't know how to change a tire either." He joked, leaning closer.

"I, I mean, I know how to change a tire. I've just never done it, but if I need to, I know how to do it," You said, trying to believe your own words. James narrowed his eyes and looked into yours.

"Y/n, the last time your vehicle broke down it was because you ran out of oil. You literally only need to change the oil every six months in a car. And it's very necessary for the engine."

He sighed and pinched the tip of his nose. "How did you get your driver's license again?"

"The practical test doesn't require changing a tire or oil," You retorted, crossing your arms, making the neckline of your dress more obvious. "But I filled the tire once at the driving school"

James let out an exasperated sigh, shaking his head. He couldn't believe that someone as beautiful as you could be so carefree. He let his eyes roam over your body and smiled.

"Well, I'm not exactly complaining." He joked, winking at you. He paused and shrugged. "Well, anyway, what's wrong this time? Let me guess, you ran out of gas again?" "No, I know when I need to fill up. I'm not stupid." You snorted softly, crossing your arms over your chest. "I don't know what happened; everything was fine with the car when, out of nowhere, it started making some strange noises."

James' ears perked up at these strange noises? "What kind of noises? Is it coming from the front or the back? Or is it the engine? Give me more details, and maybe I can find out." He suggested it, raising an eyebrow. "I think the noises are coming from the front." You mumbled, biting your lip. "What if I showed you the car? Wouldn't that make it easier for both of us?" He nodded, smiling, and pointed a finger at you. "I like the way you think. Show me the car, and let's see what the problem is." James replied, winking at you.

"But there is one little problem," you confessed shyly.

He raised an eyebrow, already sensing what you would say.

“What’s this little problem now?” James replied, smirking.

"Well, my car broke down at my house, so I couldn't bring it to the mechanic." You said, looking at him expectantly. "Can you help me? Please"

James sighed and let out a groan.

“Fine, fine, I’ll help you. But you know it’s gonna be at least a few hours, right? And I swear, if I have to change the oil in your car, I’m gonna choke you.” He replied, narrowing his eyes at you. He was trying to be mad, but it was obvious that you would get him to do whatever you wanted so easily. Damn that smile.

"Thanks, James; you're the best." You said, smiling excitedly.

He let out a huff and shook his head. It was obvious that he was pretending to be annoyed. He then sighed and began putting on his jacket and grabbing his keys from his pocket.

“Just come with me. I’ll drive you to your house. And try to learn how to change a damn tire while you’re there.” James replied, glaring at you. You were absolutely adorable.

"I'm sure I'll learn a lot from you." You shrugged, running to the sidewalk where James' car was parked.

You looked adorable in your sundress, red converse, and bow in your hair. Your delicate face and innocent smile remind James that she was almost half his age.

James rolled his eyes as you skipped over to his car. He thought you were absolutely beautiful. He opened the door for you and waited for you to get in. The thought of teaching a pretty girl who looked like that to be independent made his heart flutter.

After you got in the car and shut the door, James got into the front seat and drove to your house, looking at you from time to time.

"My parents are at a neurology convention or something on the other side of the state." You commented, looking out the window, your finger tracing the rain marks on the glass of the passenger window. "Can you believe they only warned me today when I called them, asking why I was home alone." You sighed, putting your head on the back of the seat.

He was a little surprised by the fact your parents left you home alone for a few days. Although you were of age, your parents always seemed so controlling and attached to you. They kind of treated you like a child, maybe because you were an only child or something.

"Oh, and I see you’re really just a little princess. Parents go on a business trip for a few days and leave little y/n here all alone. You must be helpless without them.” James teased, smirking as he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

He then focused on the road, waiting for your reaction.

"Don't be annoying; I know how to take care of myself; it's just that I would have preferred to have been warned beforehand." You retorted, your chest rising and falling as you sighed dramatically. "My parents never even let me go on school trips; it's a bit strange that they just disappear out of the blue."

James smirked and nodded, still trying to hold on to his laugh. The image of this little princess, helpless without your parents for a few days, made him want to test your limits.

“So basically, you’re saying that you haven’t had a sleepover without your parents before? Oh, that makes you even more adorable.” He teased, winking at you.

“I was always very well-behaved as a child. And well, my focus was on getting into medical school, not hidden parties." You commented, taking off your sunglasses and biting the stem. James's breathing became tense at your movement. "Not that I didn't go to parties, I just, well, it wasn't my priority. And I kind of had a boyfriend at the time."

He let out a groan and rolled his eyes, clearly in shock.

“So you’re saying you never snuck out and went to a crazy party at 14? You didn’t have those teenage rebellious years? You weren’t grounded once for dating someone your parents didn’t approve of? Wow. You truly are a princess if you’ve led a perfect life.” He replied, looking over at you.

"I'm the good girl stereotype. I was a cheerleader, class leader, and president of the UN mock. I had better grades, and I dated the football team captain." You snorted, as if your adolescence was a long time ago, although it's only two years ago. "And well, now I'm in medical school to follow the family tradition."

James let out a low whistle, impressed by how flawless you were in every aspect. You literally were his dream girl. You were beautiful, had good grades, had a good sense of humor, and came from a successful family. You had to have some kind of flaw.

“So what’s the flaw? You can’t possibly be perfect. That would be too good to be true.” James asked, smirking. And yes, he was flirting with you. He didn't even try to hide.

"I guess I just wanted to reach adulthood. And now I realize it sucks." You muttered, looking down at your own hands resting in your lap.

James smirked, surprised to hear you curse.

“What’s wrong, princess? Can’t be a little more vulgar than that? It fits you more." James teased, smirking as he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"My parents forbade me from swearing; I think it's still a little weird to swear out loud. It sounds wrong.” You confessed, your cheeks blushing at your honesty.

He thought it was adorable how innocent you were. It was like he was the one who corrupted you.

“Wow, so swearing is taboo in your family? I assume they don’t let you drink as well then..?” He teased again, winking at you.

"I'm 19 years old, James. You know that it's only after the age of 21 that you can legally drink here in the US." You reminded him, raising an eyebrow.

He pretended to be shocked and widened his eyes in response.

“So you mean to tell me that the spoiled little princess never snuck out and tried a sip of alcohol with her friends?” James teased, smirking at you.

He focused on the road again, waiting for your response.

"Well, I never drank. Or I went to parties in secret; in fact, my last party must have been school dances." You confessed, twirling a curl around your finger.

“You mean to tell me that you actually did have a high school love life? Damn girl, you really didn't sneak out and not tell your parents anything. You really are a good girl.” He teased, smirking. He couldn’t help but notice that his heart was beating faster the more that he teased you and made you admit to innocent things.

"Wait, what about your high school boyfriend? Did you have to hide him from your parents?"

"It was actually my parents who introduced me to him, he was the son of one of my father's colleagues." You explained, tilting your head to look at him. "We met at a Christmas party that my parents' hospital hosts every year."

“So this boyfriend of yours was perfect, huh? I assume he was on the high school football team too, right?” He teased, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

"Yes, he was the team captain." You sighed, raising your eyebrow in amusement. "Am I that predictable?"

“Of course, you are precious. I’m starting to think you were probably a goody-two-shoes in high school. Not a single rule was broken. Not a single bad word was spoken. No sleepovers. No kissing the captain. Not even sneaking out to be with him.” James teased, making it very clear he was teasing.

“You were a perfect angel, weren’t you?” He smirked, leaning slightly toward you.

"We did more than just kiss, if you want to know." You retorted, your cheeks turning red at your own words.

He let out a small laugh at your words, his smile wide on his face.

“So you aren’t always innocent after all. Are you more into the ‘bad guys’ then? I thought you were the princess who only dated the captain of the team.” He teased, smirking as he waited for your response.

"Well, I only had one boyfriend," You confessed, biting your lip. "I can't say I have a lot of experience"

He raised an eyebrow, surprised by her confession. “Wait so you’ve only been with that one boyfriend? You haven't even had a few no-strings-attached snogs? You’re saying you were a good girl all this time?” He teased, nudging you. James looked out the window as he drove, waiting for your response.

"Well, I dated George since freshman year" You commented, looking at your legs, playing with the hem of your summer dress. “So, I had a boyfriend, I wasn't going to get involved with other people"

He let out a groan and sighed, not even bothering to hide his smile anymore. You were just so innocent and cute.

“So tell me, what happened with George? Did you two break up or what? Or did you finally muster the ability to break out of your good girl routine?” He teased as he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"I am studying medicine at Harvard, while George went to Yale to study law. So, we ended up breaking up because long-distance relationships don't work." You explained, the hem of your dress had ridden up due to the tightening of your belt. You tried to pull it down gently.

James' eyes fell on your legs, lingering longer than he should have.

“How tragic! So the spoiled princess couldn’t stand not being with her football captain boyfriend, so she broke up with him. I’m sure you must have been absolutely heartbroken.” James teased, smirking yet again. He took a small turn and focused on the road, waiting for your reaction.

"Actually, it was a bit of a relief. I don't know if I really liked George or just the idea of him. My parents wanted us to be together, and I think I just accepted that." You confessed, grabbing a gloss from your handbag to apply to your soft pink lips.

“So you’re telling me that you were so desperate for your parents’ approval that you never even thought about what you wanted? That you were willing to settle down with a college football star just because your parents wanted you to? That is such good girl behavior.” James teased, smirking at you. He noticed the application of the lip gloss and was fixated only on your lips for a good minute or so.

"You know, we were going to get married when we finished school. Now this seems so stupid, but my parents thought it was a great idea." You commented, giggling at the memory.

James rolled his eyes dramatically.

“Of course, the only child of very rich parents goes on to marry a college football star. Oh, I wonder if your parents will be satisfied with a surgeon as your husband. Or will you marry into a political family next?” He teased, looking at you with a grin. He couldn’t help but notice your full lips and the way the lip gloss made them look even more appetizing.

"I don't even know if I want to get married. My focus right now is on graduating from medicine and getting a good job."You murmured, moving your lips together to spread the lip gloss. Before you parted your lips to check the application.

The sight of your lips and you applying the gloss was distracting him more than it should have, especially since he was driving. He tried to focus on the road, but the more his eyes wandered to your lips, the more his heart beat faster.

He cleared his throat, bringing his eyes back to the road. He looked a little flustered as his cheeks became a soft red.

“Wow, so are you saying that the princess actually has motives and aspirations other than being daddy's girl?” James teased.

You rolled your eyes, ignoring his speech.

He let out an exaggerated groan, but he was still teasing.

“I swear, you’re giving me more surprises than a box of cereal. The little princess actually has aspirations of being a doctor. Wow, I never would have thought.” He teased again, looking at you again from the corner of his eye. James couldn’t help but focus on how his tone and tease seemed to have affected you, turning your cheeks a light red. He had never met anyone so innocent. It was intoxicating.

"And what are your ambitions, James? Do you intend to be a mechanic all your life?" You asked genuinely curious.

He let out a laugh and rolled his eyes.

“Me? Oh, I don’t have ambition like you, princess. I’m working my butt off on this shitty job because I couldn't afford college, and some shits happened in between.” James mocked, looking over at you, although there was some truth in his words.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“So what? Do you think I’m a loser?” He asked, waiting for your response. "For not having a fancy degree?"

You curled your lips at the amount of swear words in his sentence.

"No, I think your profession is very worthy." You stated gently. "Who would fix my car for the tenth time in a month if they didn't have you?" You retorted with a playful tone.

He raised an eyebrow, his eyes gleaming in mischief as he heard your response.

“I guess it works out then, I have a princess constantly breaking her car down for me to fix. And the best part is, she’s too innocent to know how to do it herself so she has to keep coming back.” James teased, looking at you.

He felt a rush of blood going where it shouldn’t but he ignored it, refocusing on the road. What was wrong with him?

You smiled softly, looking away from the window. The journey was peaceful until you arrived at your huge and fancy house.

James pulled his car into the driveway of your house, turning off the engine. He took a deep breath, trying to control himself, when he saw the expensive-looking house. He then realized the way his heart was racing in his chest and how sweaty his palms had gotten. James shook his head, trying to clear his head, and looked at you.

“This is your house, huh? So this is where the spoiled princess calls home, huh?” He teased, smirking. His heart kept beating faster.

You rolled your eyes, opening the gate with the controller.

"Welcome to my humble home, James." You spoke, your lips curling into a mischievous smile.

He rolled his eyes again, pretending to be offended.

“Humble? Don’t you mean the Y/S manor? How modest of you to call it humble, but it does kind of remind me of a dollhouse. I wonder if this is where you play princess dress up. You even must have a pink porch!” James teased, winking at you.

"I would even invite you to my room to find out, but I think you'll be busy with the car." You retorted, with a mix of innocence and malice in your smile.

James raised an eyebrow, a smirk spreading across his lips. You were going a little back and forth between being innocent and sassy. He liked it a lot. The fact that you were being playful and giving him a reaction just made him want to test his luck even more.

He stepped closer and widened his body, forcing you to lean slightly against the desk in the garage that was next to you. He stood closer than was necessary, close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating off him.

James cleared his throat. “Oh, really?”

You parted your pink lips, your tongue sliding between them nervously. Your chest was rising and falling as your breathing became harder due to your proximity.

"Why don't you find out?" You teased him, raising your eyes to look at James.

He thought he saw a hint of lust in your eyes, and that gave him the courage to pull closer to you, his eyes becoming even more fiery. James was getting the feeling that he would be able to play with you, and you would just keep reacting the way he wanted you to.

He smirked and spoke in a low voice: “Oh, you’re challenging me, princess?”

"Only if you're willing to play." You retorted, biting your lip as you held your breath in anticipation.

James smirked, noticing you were getting impatient with him.

“Oh princess, I thought all those years as a princess you would have learned to be a little bit more patient." He teased, moving his thumb to the corner of his mouth. “Oh, and you bet I’m gonna play with my delicious little princess." He replied maliciously, winking at you.

James crashed his lips against yours, his hands squeezing your hips and pulling you closer. You closed your eyes when your lips touched. The way James' mouth moved against yours in a soft and possessive way made you gasp.

He parted his lips and deepened the kiss. One hand moved up to your waist while the other one held the back of your neck firmly. James kept you pressed against his body, feeling your warmth against him. His heart was beating even faster than before. His mind and his body were screaming for more—a lot more. His hands now trailed lower on your hips.

James felt his heart skip a beat and his chest rise. His mind was a little dizzy from your touch. He couldn’t think clearly at that moment; he could only feel you. His hands were now on your thighs and sliding up to your hips.

James was kissing your neck, biting it softly. He was getting so lost in the way your body felt under his lips and hands and in the taste of your sweet mouth. He was holding you tightly, biting down on your bottom lip, moving his hand under your sundress, kissing your neck and your ear, and whispering to you dirty words that made your cheeks blush.

James was touching the sensitive spots that were under your dress. He was getting out of his mind completely. His hands were moving quickly and passionately all over your body, touching and teasingly caressing parts that he wasn't supposed to.

But who could blame him? How could James resist the little princess, who had a crush on the mechanic?

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peachyrogerss · 2 years

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UNHOLY — S. Rogers

pairing(s): Stark!Reader x Steve Rogers ; Sharon Carter x Steve Rogers

warnings: 18+ only ; minors dni ; unprotected sex, pure smut.

a/n: english is not my first language, so please be gentle with me 🙏🏻, it’s my first time writing here, i hope you’ll like it <3 ; third person narrator.

disclaimer: unlike the meaning of the song, reader is not a whore, some changes have been made.

soundtrack(s): Unholy - Sam Smith ft. Kim Petras ; Traitor - Olivia Rodrigo

synopsis: you’re Tony Stark’s daughter, one of the Avengers and you’ve always had a huge crush on America’s Golden Boy, the one and only Captain America, and he also did. However, when he decided to marry Sharon Carter and have children with her, your desire for him increased disproportionately.

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It was a rainy day, Sharon and her children had retired to their rooms scattered throughout the Avengers Compound to rest and wait for the head of the family, who was returning from errands to run, according to what he previously said, so they could do family activities.

Rebecca and Harrison, were playing videogames in their playroom. Even though they were both teenagers, they loved spending time and resting in that room.

«That's strange, dad should be home by now...» said Rebecca, the youngest.

«..he probably found traffic.» she added later.

Harrison, the elder of the two, kinda knew where his father was and why he was running so late; he had discovered it a couple of months ago, accidentally overhearing a conversation between his father and Y/n Stark.

Little did he know that his father’s heart belonged to Stark’s daughter and, to be honest, he was happy with that. He adored Y/n, she would babysit him when he was younger, their bond was more unbreakable than his father’ shield made out of vibranium.

His mother, though, didn’t know anything, and so did his sister.

With a smirk on his face, still focused on the game, he opened his mouth.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.»

«What are you saying Harrison?» asked confused Rebecca.

«Nothing, don’t worry Bex. I was just murmuring something..» replied the boy still keeping that smirk on his face..

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«It's been a long time since I've been here.. I see you've been remodeling your house.» his voice echoing in the living room of the immense apartment of Tony Stark's future billionaire heiress.

«And it’s only the living room you see, wait until you see the rest of the house.» answered a girl of average height, long wavy brown hair with a curvy but athletic body shape.

«Long time no see, doll.» added the guy, the one and only Steve Rogers himself.

«I've noticed that you always practice when I'm not around, this has been going on for a while....» continued.

«Your wife is always in the way, that's why I never train when you're around.» said Y/n annoyed.

«I guess you're here to get your Harley fixed, right? I saw it on the workshop cameras.» added her.

«You’re right.. and I’m here also because I miss you.» Steve said by approaching the girl.

«Don't try to soften me up Rogers, you know very well it doesn’t work with me. In the last few months you've become Sharon's shadow, barely paying attention to me, and I'm not just talking about us outside the team.» scolded off Y/n.

«Oh, c’mon Stark, you're old enough to understand that what we're doing is wrong... and I can't afford to make any missteps... I have two children.»

«Then why are you here? I didn’t even want you to come. I left the compound just to let you alone with your family, and avoid any suspiciouns about us. We spent a lot of time together, your son also overheard one of our conversations. it's a miracle he hasn't said anything to anyone yet.» said Y/n going in her bedroom, followed by the captain who was trying hard to make contact with her.

It had been months since the two had last had sexual intercourse, and he missed her terribly.

He missed her like when you miss the air when you’re underwater in the pool or the sea.

«You are so attractive Y/n. this outfit looks particularly good on you... I think it has some power over my body...» said Steve with a smirk on his face while Y/n was innocently bending over by the bed to grab some clothes and put them in the cabinet.

She was wearing nothing but a Victoria's Secret black satin kimono with lace trim, which covered her toupee and coulottes.

That outfit, contributed in creating a bulge under Captain Rogers' black skinny jeans.

«..It has some power over your body? Are you kidding me Rogers?» she said, pretending to be shocked as she slowly approached the boy.

«Are you sure it’s the outfit and nothing else?» she added, moving to lock the door and then moving back in front of the boy, placing her hands on his black leather jacket and pushing him toward the dark red velvet sofa near the huge windows of her bedroom, forcing him to sit down.

«Did I touch a devole point perhaps?» Said steve in a provocative tone.

Y/n fastened her kimono and positioned herself astride Steve, bringing her intimacy closer to the Captain's, rubbing lightly.

Rogers lowered his eyes for a brief moment, observing the form of the girl sitting on him, meanwhile his bulge grew larger and larger.

«You know, Captain… a lucky, lucky girl, she got married to a boy like you.. she'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew, ‘bout all the shit you tell me that you do..» she began to say whispering in his ear, referring to his wife, Sharon.

«Dirty, dirty boy, you know everyone is talkin' on the scene. I hear them whisperin' 'bout the places that you've been, and how you don't know how to keep your business clean» continued her, kissing every inch of loose skin on his face and neck, provoking him.

«Mummy don’t know daddy’s getting hot, at the body shop; doing something unholy.» Said Steve imitating a child's voice as, with superhuman speed he grabbed Y/n by the hips and, sketching a wicked grin, catapulted himself onto the girl's marriage bed, gently resting her body beneath his.

«There he is, that’s the Captain I know, always ready to le-» as she spoke, Y/n was interrupted by Steve's lips colliding against hers in a long, passionate kiss.

«If you don't shut your mouth, I swear I'm going to fuck you like there's no tomorrow.» growled the supersoldier.

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«He’s sat back while she’s droppin’ it, yeah, she put it down slowly.. Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

ho-ee-oh-ee-ome so he can get that» said Harrison choosing another videogame to play.

«Harrie, you’re scaring me. What are you saying?» added worried Rebecca, not knowing what was going through his brother’s head.

«I’ll wake mummy up, so she can call daddy. It's pouring outside, dad’s with the bike.» cooed the girl standing up and moving towards the door to go wake her mother.

«You’re so innocent Rebecca, he’s a grown up and besides, also a supersoldier, capable of taking care of himself while it’s raining outside.» laughed Harrison.

«Why are you telling me that I’m innocent? I don’t understand» sighed the girl.

«Do you remember Y/n, right? look around, she’s Tony Stark’s daughter, part of the Avengers, and she doesn’t live here anymore.» started Harrison.

«She used to babysit me when I was younger and mom travelled around the world for her missions. Dad was always with her, they were so close, and uncle Bucky told me that they were even before Dad and Mom met and then married» continued.

«You know.. she’s special, and dad thinks about it all the time. I do still love her. I really spent a lot of time with her, even called her mom, just because I hardly ever saw ours.» confided the boy.

«However, one day, mom argued with dad because of the relationship that had developed between me and Y/n.. she couldn't stand that I called her “mom” and blamed dad for not separating her from me and not intervening sooner.» added with a sad tone.

«Oh lord.. but I still don’t understand what does this have to do with dad.» delineated Rebecca.

«When Y/n left the compound, dad tried his best to make her stay, but she felt guilty and would not listen to any other reason.»

«Since that day, dad started to sneak out of the compound and visit her, they spend a lot of time alone. He misses her, and I guess she misses him too, the curious thing is that they have never had a love affair, but maybe they have some other kind of affair -- if you notice, mom and dad are not very intimate..» ended Harrison.

«So you’re saying that dad cheates on mum with Tony’s daughter?» questioned the girl.

«I’m not saying it, it’s just a suspicion I have. And even if it was real, I could only be happier about it. That girl is pure oxygen for dad, she makes him feel alive.» replied her brother.

«You’re happy about it? Are you nuts? He’s CHEATING on mom with another girl! How could you be happy about it?! We need to tell mommy!» blurted out Rebecca, running towards her mother’s room.

«What an idiot. She should not get involved in their business. That was confident.» whispered to himself Harrison.

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«Do you like when I’m on top of you, Stark?» growled Steve rubbing his intimacy against Y/n’s.

«Or maybe you like when I touch you..» continued while one hand ran down the girl's crotch, moving the flap of fabric covering her pussy with two fingers while exploring the area, moistened with arousal.

«Look at you, doll, so wet for me.. you have no idea of how much this turns me on.. I want to eat you out right now.» whispered Steve as he kissed her neck and left scattered purple marks.

«Then do it, daddy, I’m not stopping you» hissed Y/n.

Being called “daddy” by Y/n excited him to death and also drove him crazy. His eyes turned dark blue, the pupils enlarged and all of his body stiffened.

The two fingers he had placed under the fabric she was wearing reached her clitoris, making her jump slightly. It was a risky and unexpected move, but one that made her moan his name.

«Say it again Y/n» he ordered, slowly entering her pussy and starting fingering her.

«S-st-steve.. please..» moaned her arching her back.

«Oh god, I love it when you call my name.» added the Captain, removing his fingers.

With a swift movement he slipped off Y/n's coulottes and spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them, not before giving her a long, wicked kiss.

«I’ll make you cum until I heard you call out my name.» growled him, licking out her wet folds.

«I love your taste, baby. I’ve missed it.» continued while eating her out with circular, alternating movements between fast and slow. All of a sudden he slipped two fingers inside her, and began to move faster, while his mouth was focused on sucking and biting her clitoris.

His movements made her wiggle and arch her back. Y/n felt heat forming in her lower abdomen, and she was aware that she was about to reach her orgasm. She then decided to open her mouth and beg Steve to make her come.

«Steve please, I’m coming.. f-faster..» begged her.

«What did you call me?» he said stopping.

«You know how to call me. Now turn around and go doggy style. You broke one of our rules, and need a punishment. Do you remember? Never call me by my name unless I tell you to.» he scolded off while Y/n was adjusting herself, removing the rest of the clothing she had on.

«I’m sorry, daddy.. I promise I’ll be a good girl.. don’t punish me..» she cried out.

«I don’t care about what you say, you’ll get your punishment.» he said while removing all of his clothes and underwear, spreading y/n’s leg and settling between them. His cock, hard and vascular, twitched. Steve could see drops of pre-seminal fluid leaking from his foreskin.

«I’ve missed you so much. You have no idea of how frustrating it was to have to jerk me off only thinking about you, unable to touch you or have you riding my cock. And, by the way, he missed your mouth.. care to give him a kiss later?» he growled thrusting into her suddenly, making her whimper.

«As you p-please daddy..» she whimpered. He waited a few minutes, just to let Y/n adjust herself, then started pushing mercilessly into her, the sound of their skin colliding also echoed in the room, between their moans.

As he fucked her without restraint, Steve grabbed her hair, causing Y/n's head to bend back slightly, and with his other free hand slapped her ass repeatedly and powerfully, leaving her with red marks from his hand. That, was her punishment.

«I can feel your folds contracting and shrinking around my cock.. look how good you are at taking my cock.. oh god Y/n, you’re so wet and tight..» he said thrusting powerfully, exchanging positions quickly, so she was now upon him.

«Care to ride my cock, babygirl? Show daddy how good you are at riding it.. I really want to see how those pretty boobs of yours bounce along your movements..» he ordered as the girl obeyed.

«I’ll do whatever you please d-daddy.. but I feel like I’m c-coming.. please let me c-come..» she cried out.

«Ride me, now!» he shouted placing one hand on her hip and one on her breast, squeezing it.

She started riding his cock, as her walls clenched and tighten around his shaft, her body trembling and her breath suddenly icreasing.

«Do you want me t-to cu-cum all over your body or do you want me to fill you up, baby?» he questioned.

«I’m your personal slut, captain. You decide.» she responded, feeling heat increase all over her body, especially in her low abdomen.

Hearing those words, Steve pulled Y/n in for a kiss, by positioning the hand which was previously on her hip, behind her neck.

He bit her lip, causing her to moan against his mouth and causing him to help her reach her climax by pushing even harder into her.

As soon as she approached her climax, so did he and they came together.

Y/n could feel Steve's cum fill her to the last drop and, Steve, could feel Y/n's pussy shrinking around his cock.

Suddenly their movements slowled to a complete stop, and that was when Steve positioned Y/n beside him, kissing her forehead and caressing her.

«You were so good at taking my cock..» he said taking breath.

«No one can get it the way I can, Steve.» she whispered in his ear with a smirk, slowly moving down to his still erect cock, placing one hand around the length and placing her mouth on the foreskin, opening it slightly and taking it into.

Steve was silent, he had no words, nothing to say, so bent his head back, settled down, and let the girl do everything. From time to time there was eye contact, which made his cock contract.

Y/n went on like that for about fifteen minutes, until Steve reached his second orgasm and came in her mouth.

Wiping with her fingers the nooks and crannies where cum had leaked, Y/n swallowed and snuggled down next to Steve, putting her head on his chest so she could feel his heartbeat.

«It tastes so good..» she said leaving kisses on his cheeks and mouth.

«I wish you could stay here forever, Steve.. I really want to.» sighed Y/n.

«You have no idea how much I would like that too... however, I'm married, and you know that.»

Hearing those words, Y/n's heart began to ache. She knew well that Steve, her first and only true love, was unattainable.

They had known each other for years, but she always missed the chance to tell him how she felt. He, too, was no different, too shy to confess his feelings to her, too intimidated by turning against Tony.

Years later, however, the two were still unconscious about their feelings for each other.

Their sexual relationship began on Steve's wedding day. He was the one who had started this adventure. He needed to clear his head, and as he locked himself in one of the rooms of the mansion where the reception was taking place, he found y/n unnerved.

Without a second thought, he catapulted himself onto her, and they had a sexual intercourse, in which she took part without backing down.

From then on, they began seeing each other secretly until Steve became a father and asked her for the favor of babysitting his son Harrison when both he and his mother were indisposed.

Eventually Harrison grew up together with his father and babysitter as his mother, Sharon, was often away on business. When the couple later argued because Harrison called Y/n “mom” instead of Sharon, Y/n felt guilt crushing her chest and thus decided to leave.

She tried to return but, seeing the couple reunited and close-knit, decided to leave the Avengers Compound for good and live alone, away from everyone. She no longer trained with the team, no longer spent time with the Avengers, and only showed up at the Compound when Steve was not there. By now she frequented that place only for her father.

«Y/n.. I have something to say..» he whispered turning around to face her.

«Say it, then.» she responded.

«I… uhm..» he esitated for a moment «I…»

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

«Mummy wake up, I have to tell you something important.» said Rebecca gently shaking her mother.

«Is daddy home?» questioned Sharon, who was waking up.

«No, he’s not, but I know where he might be!» responded the girl.

«Where’s he?» said Sharon, meanwhile from the hallway there was the noise of the footsteps of someone running, and that someone was indeed Harrison.

«Dad’s at Y/n’s pl-» started Rebecca before being interrupted by her brother.

«Dad’s at Y/n Stark’s workshop, his bike needed to be fixed, he called me a few minutes ago.» said Harrison showing the list of recent calls to his mother.

«So he’s on his way home?» asked Rebecca.

«Yes he is, and also says he’s sorry for running late.» answered Harrison, giving his mother a kiss on the cheek and walking towards his bedroom, followed shortly after by his sister.

«I swear to god Bee, if you try even one more time to tell mom what I told you, I will make you pay for it.» hissed the boy.

His sister didn’t respond, she just nodded her head and retired to her bedroom quietly.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve was about to say something to Y/n when he was interrupted by the ringtone of his cell phone.

It was his son, he had called persistently and had left about 20 messages.

He responded in a hurry and quickly put his clothes back on, not before cleaning himself up.

«Look, Y/n I’m sorry but I gotta go.» he said buttoning his belt.

«Wait, you were about to tell me something, what is it then?» she questioned with a puzzled look mixed with sadness.

«Nothing, forget about it. See you little Stark» he ended the conversation, rushing out of the girl’s house.

Tears began to form in Y/n's eyes, but she shook her head and headed to the bathroom, to wash herself.

She filled the tub with warm water and set the shuffle playback on Spotify.

To her surprise "Traitor" by Olivia Rodrigo started up and she began to sing it at the top of her lungs.

God, I wish that you had thought this through

Before I went and fell in love with you

[…]

Don't you dare forget about the way

You betrayed me

And I know that you'll never feel sorry

For the way I hurt, yeah

[…]

Loved you at your worst, but that didn't matter

[…]

Guess you didn't cheat, but you're still a traitor.

«I love you, Rogers.. I really do.» she whispered to herself before washing her face with hot water and relax her tensed muscles.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Steve’s bike got fixed and he rushed home, with guilt that wouldn’t leave him.

On his way home, he had made a decision, to leave her wife so he could spend the rest of his days with Y/n, his true love.

«I’m back!» shouted Rogers approaching the rooms reserved for his family.

«Finally, Bex and Har thought you were lost.» said Sharon hugging his husband, without getting a hug in response.

«What’s wrong with you, Stevie? Did something happen?» questioned the blonde.

«We need to talk.» He coldly replied.

The two went to the meeting room, surrounded by soundproof glass, and once inside, Steve confessed in full detail everything that had been and still was present between him and Y/n. He felt guilty, both about his children and his wife, but most of all he felt guilty about the girl he truly loved.

Sharon was shocked, not expecting it, however, she understood. Indeed, she had recently met a man who worked with her at SHIELD and they had started dating, but never sleeping together, for now.

They were playing with equal arms, both adulterers, both guilty of each other's suffering. Yet Sharon could not believe that all this time Steve had hidden this from her. She could understand weeks, months... but even years? And with two children in between?

After a heated argument, the two came to the conclusion that they had to break off their marriage.

Several days later, they decided to communicate the decision to their children, who, in understanding their father -Harrison in particular, who was happy for him- did not take it badly.

For her part, Sharon decided to leave the Avengers Compound and move back to her old home.

Steve and the children would remain living in the same place.

From that time on, Steve almost never called Y/n again; he wanted to wait until his divorce was official before contacting her again. Up to that point he had ignored her, and he felt terribly guilty.

He was aware that Y/n was suffering, but he promised himself that he would never make her feel bad again.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It had been months since Y/n and Steve last had sex. A week after that event, Y/n began to experience strange symptoms, such as nausea and belly pain.Frightened, she decided to take a pregnancy test, which, to her surprise, came back positive.

Having had no relations with anyone other than Steve, the fetus in her womb could only be his.

However, Steve's estrangement pained her and not a little, but she still decided to keep the baby, who only after a couple of weeks turned out to have a twin.

And there she is, six months later, pregnant with twins, a boy and a girl. Captain America's children.

When Steve ran to Y/n to talk to her and tell her about the divorce, he almost had a stroke.

He felt his world come crashing down on him.

He could not think about Y/n being pregnant by another man.

«Y/n, I need to talk to you» Steve said as he approached the girl's bed, his head down.

«Talk, I'm listening. But then go away, I don't want to see you again» she replied annoyed, gently stroking her belly.

«Sharon and I got divorced» Steve confessed all of a sudden. That news made Y/n jolt; she had not expected it. Her heart missed beats and little tears of joy threatened to spill from her eyes.

«Steve tell me you're kidding, please» said Y/n almost shocked.

«I'm not kidding. I did it for the two of us.» He said as he approached the girl, helping her out of bed.

«Y/n I love you, I always have.» he said putting his hands on her hips, now big because of her baby bump, and pulled her close to kiss her.

She returned the kiss and began to cry with joy.

«I love you too, Rogers. I always have.»

She could not believe that this was happening. Steve, her Steve Rogers, was finally hers in his own right, and he was also the father of the children she was carrying.

All of a sudden, however, Steve broke away the kiss, and before Y/n could open his mouth, he lowered his gaze to the baby bump, caressing it.

«Who’s the father of the baby?» he asked in a sad tone.

«They're twins, Rogers -- a boy and a girl..» she began, not answering his question.

After minutes of silence, he opened his mouth to speak.

«Congratulations...and I'm sorry I left you alone, that was not my intent-» he spoke only to be abruptly interrupted.

«They’re your children, Steve. You're the father.» she confessed, placing her hands on the boy's, still firm on her baby bump, who was now smiling.

»•» 🦋 «•«

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anime-allover · 2 years

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hi !! can i req a miya chinen or reki kyan x reader who's famous at s for their dangerous tricks, and one day they get injured at the end of a race but they try hiding it?? basically like someone who's rlly reckless and everyone can see it, but the moment they mess something up due to their attitude, they try 2 hide it or smth like that! srry if this is too specific it's kinda my first time requesting :')

Don't hide| Reki

You love showing off your skills, and you love the amazing praise you get from people. It feels like you have accomplished something super big in your life. You wanted to be number 1 when it comes to doing tricks with your skateboard, and you make sure by doing the most dangerous tricks you can find in the book.

Reki, your boyfriend, watches you practice doing your tricks but he can get super worry about you. He don't like how dangerous the tricks are, but when you successfully master the trick, he's happy for you!

The two of you are in S, Reki was on the side lines cheering you on and when you cross the finish line you did a trick that you recently learned but the landing wasn't on your side. Your skateboard hit your ankle and you landed on the side of your foot which made you fall. Reki ran up to you and crouched down to see if you're ok.

"Y/n, are you ok?" He went to check on your ankle but you moved it away from him and stand up.

"Of course I'm ok!" You gave him a big grin. Reki smiled back at you and grabbed your skateboard.

"Ok, now let's get out of here, I'm getting sleepy." Reki yawned. You laughed and held his hand.

The next day you was at Reki's house, in his backyard and Reki was in his workshop. He walked out of his workshop to check what you were doing. You was walking around but he noticed something while you was walking. You were limping. Reki rushed up to you and take a hold of your hand. "Why are you limping?" You flinched at his question but you gave him a smile.

"Nothing is wrong."

"Then what's that red spot on your ankle?" He pointed at your injury. You looked down at your ankle and gave him a nervous chuckle.

"Paint?"

"Y/n, you know it'll get worse if you keep walking on it. Why did you hide it away from me?"

"Because I don't want you to worry, sorry for hiding it.." You looked away from Reki with guilt in your eyes. Reki sighed and picked you up, you let out a squeal and hold onto him.

"It's ok," he kissed your temple "Let's treat it so you can do cool tricks again," He smiled.

"But aren't you a worry mess when you-"

"Shush, or I won't fix your board"

"Ok ok!"

Thank you for requesting!!

#x reader #sk8 the infinity x reader #sk8 x reader #sk8 reki #reki kyan x reader #reki x reader

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sunkendreams · 2 years

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Hi, it's me again >:)

I hope you're well; love and appreciate the work you do. More Vincent smut?👀 just a crumb🙏? I'm bad with coming up with scenarios but I love seeing the way you write and explore the darker elements of Vincent's personality. Sweet Vincent is always nice but entitled, covetous, angry, deadly, Vincent is *chefs kiss*

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭.

┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐱 𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐛!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫.

┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝟏𝟖+! 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞/𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬!𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐜𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐲 & 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 💀

┊ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝟑,𝟐𝟗𝟑.

┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐈 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫/𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐧𝐠𝐥 ,, 𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥. 𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! ❤️

┊ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — @slasherfantasy ; @peachygothgirl ; @loraxlola ; @the-wordis-bird

Victims were often easily dispatched, especially whenever they were being hunted by Vincent. Even if Bo was the one with a foul mouth and volatile temper, Vincent was equally as deadly, if not more. He was the silent killer, the reaper who didn’t speak, and when he was ready to kill, he did so without hesitation.

You’d never seen him do it until now — you’ve never watched Vincent kill someone before.

There’s a terrifying grace to his movements, and even to your untrained eye, he’s practiced, his lethality is like a whiplash. The silver blade is sinking into flesh, plunging so deep that it makes a horrible noise, and you’re watching from your spot on the basement floor.

One had gotten out of-hand, and for you, it was simply the wrong place at the wrong time. It was a male, sturdy and terrified, tackling you to the ground as he tore himself out of the chair. He wasn’t soaked in wax yet, but he’d gotten ahold of a rusty blade from Vincent’s workshop.

You had some inkling of what to do, and you fought back, biting his hand and kicking at his groin, thrashing underneath his weight. Vincent wasn’t far behind whatsoever, and before you could comprehend what was happening, he was being dragged off of you.

There was a haze of red, something that Vincent rarely saw when killing. He was always eerily placid, but his vehement emotions had been dialed up to the maximum. He slaughtered your assailant in front of you, getting blood spatters on his apron, not caring if you saw the carnage he brought.

It was a toxic concoction of many things — possessiveness and his overprotective nature, mostly. Seeing another man try and get on top of you, especially to cause you harm, made his rage go off the rails. He was frenzied, making a mess all over the floor until the body spasmed, and the man took his last breath.

Vincent’s white-hot adrenaline from the killing hadn’t faded away, even hours afterwards, after he’d cleaned up the mess he made. You were rattled, and he couldn’t necessarily blame you for that. You were attacked, and you were forced to see the destruction that he was capable of.

To Vincent, that was needed — it was necessary for you to see the damage he could do, what his hands were prepared to do to anyone who touched you. Sometimes, he thought about hurting Bo whenever he looked at you in a way less than wholesome, aware of his twin’s lecherous proclivities, but that thought was always fleeting.

His fury was still present, manifesting itself into angry, dark artworks, but Vincent hadn’t actually talked to you whatsoever, even after it happened. You had skittered upstairs, and he hadn’t even come chasing after you like he should — he stayed with that body and lacerated it beyond recognition.

Someone like that didn’t belong in his menagerie of wax, he realized. Vincent dumped the body into an incinerator in the basement, letting it burn — even when the corpse was no more, merely ash, Vincent’s frustration didn’t die with him.

Everyone had fatal flaws — Vincent’s just happened to be far more subdued, and now they were here, all laid bare for you to pick apart. Possession, anger, his unmatched talent for killing, his covetousness toward you. He wanted to apologize, but what was there to apologize for, in all actuality?

Vincent was protecting you — he was defending the one person in his life that he couldn’t be without, his masterful muse. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, but there was something wrong with his callousness afterwards. He should’ve held you, he should’ve comforted you, and he was neglectful.

Emerging from the basement, Vincent heard Bo’s voice from upstairs immediately, like he was actively seeking it out even before he made it into the corridor. It was an ugly feeling, jealousy — Bo always had a way with words, an oozing charm that Vincent seemed to lack verbally, but made up for in other capacities.

In a perfect world, Vincent wouldn’t become furious at the thought of Bo speaking to you about what happened, but this wasn’t a perfect world. As Bo came wandering down the staircase, he spotted his twin’s coiled posture.

Bo knew how Vincent was — he knew how overzealous his baby brother was whenever it came to you. He raised his hands as a sign of surrender, wanting to make amends before it turned sour. “Only asked how she was doin’, Vincent. Nothin’ else.” He spoke softly in an attempt to quell Vincent’s anger.

‘Stay away from her.’

Even through sign language, Vincent’s hostility was prevalent. He moved past Bo with swift footsteps, shoving past his brother and to the staircase. This is what he was so afraid of, Bo taking you away from him. You’d told Vincent over and over again how much you loved him, and that Bo would always be nothing more than a friend, but flaws were flaws.

He was too jealous, too territorial. He couldn’t help it.

You could hear the thudding of Vincent’s boots as they paraded up the steps, and from sound alone, you could tell that he was frustrated. You weren’t exactly upset with him for not coming to you after the incident — you were worried about him, in all actuality.

After you watched him brutalize a man’s body as if it were nothing, after he stared at you with a sullen glower even after the man was long deceased, seeing him spattered in blood — it was a little jarring. The killing itself wasn’t what bothered you, but what Vincent did to the corpse afterwards, slicing it with his knives.

Vincent moved into your doorframe, gently shutting the door behind him for privacy’s sake — he really didn’t want Bo to eavesdrop on whatever was about to transpire. His posture had relaxed only slightly, and he still seemed off, maybe a little melancholy.

“Vincent,” You whispered, immediately moving off of the bed and into his arms, practically colliding with him as you hugged him tight. There was a considerable lack of hesitation as he reciprocated the hug, clinging to you with a vice-like hold, afraid you’d slip away. He wasn’t expecting this reaction from you. “Are you okay?” You asked, your tone wrought with concern.

It didn’t seem right, you asking him when it should’ve been the other way around. He moved his hands away to sign, feeling your palms rest against his torso, gingerly stroking over his sweater. ‘I should be asking you that question instead.’ Vincent didn’t let go of you if he didn’t have to, hands settling on your hips.

“It doesn’t matter, really. I just — I’m worried about you, that’s all.” You hesitated, sucking in a sharp breath, continuing to stroke at his sides. “After what happened earlier, you know? You seemed so rageful.”

There was a flicker of surprise that danced within his eye, accompanied with an onslaught of covetousness, again. Maybe you didn’t understand just how much he obsessed over you — part of him wanted to make you see, make you realize what lengths he’d go to just to keep you safe, anything.

‘I did what I needed to do to keep you safe,’ Vincent hesitated, careening forward, having to stoop slightly to reach you, nestling his forehead against yours. ‘You don’t understand all the things I’d do for you, how much I want you.’

A shiver rolled down your spine, accompanied by a pang of arousal hitting the pit of your stomach. Vincent’s way of expressing himself through sign language alone was nothing short of visceral, so raw, so emotive. He was speaking to you without speaking to you, and you savored every second of it, lurching forward as you clung onto him.

‘I would do anything for you.’

Vincent was straightforward, but he wanted you to know, he needed you to know. Despite his words carrying a genuine weight to them, an adoring sincerity, he was simultaneously wrought with that familiar feeling of possessiveness. It always came into full swing when his thoughts were scrambled, knowing Bo had been around you moments prior.

“Vincent,” You breathe, feeling his hand cup your cheek, thumb brushing across the bridge of your nose, tracing downward until he caressed your lower lip. His touch was like fire, searing and burning right through you, right down to your very bones. “I’m yours.” You murmur, and it sets off a chain reaction.

He wants to hear you say it — no, he wants to hear you moan those two little words, moan his name beside his ear, make him quiver with want. Vincent becomes jealous, he gets jealous easily, but that jealousy soon contorts into lust, into obsession.

With one step forward, he’s corralling you toward the mattress, his hands curling into the hem of his sweater. His sweltering, lascivious stare in your direction steals the breath from your lungs, and you’re left gasping for more, shuddering underneath his glower as he removes the garment. He’s perfection — he always is to you, he’s simply divine.

Vincent is all sinewy, taut muscle, more lean instead of bulky, but he’s beautiful — there’s a faint trail that disappears underneath the waistband of his pants, a few scars here and there across his abdomen. His hands cup your face as he stands in between your legs, but it doesn’t last for very long.

He’s on his knees in front of you, pulling at the strings of your shorts, easing them down your legs. Everything he touches is his — Vincent’s embrace screams with an innate possession, as if marking you with each caress, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You peel your shirt away, bralette clinging to your frame.

This time, there’s an element of openness to him coupled with vulnerability as he eases your dainty hands to the fringes of his mask, wanting you to take it off for him. It’s commonplace now, though this will only be your third time seeing his visage, it always feels like the first time all over again.

You can hear the audible hitch within his throat as you remove the waxy veil, moving down as Vincent moves upward, meeting you halfway for a heated kiss. He’s a burning candle, he’s fire, incendiary as he melts through you like the wax he’s surrounded by.

Exposure aside, Vincent is practically itching to touch you, to make you wail — he doesn’t care if Bo hears, he doesn’t care if all of Ambrose gets the honor of hearing you scream. His fingers curl within the waistband of your panties, letting the fabric glide down your legs.

His lips are swift, disconnecting from yours and connecting somewhere else, right against your cunt. There’s no forewarning, no easing you into his feelings of covetousness. It’s there and it’s all-consuming, a void that you can’t run from.

Your fingers are in his hair, and you’re breathing him in, feeling his shoulders sit squarely between your legs, keeping you spread apart. Vincent isn’t nearly as subdued about sex as he used to be — he’s like a heat-seeking missile, tongue lapping over your slit, drinking in the newfound wetness.

Vincent isn’t as gentle as usual — there’s an edge to him, like the dull blade of a knife. It isn’t razor-sharp, but there’s always a potential to maim. This isn’t a side of him that you’ve seen, and if you have, it hasn’t been like this, with his face buried between your legs as he fucks you with his tongue.

Jolting into his face, he lets out a throaty noise, hands splayed out across your hips as his thumbs caress into your hipbones, or right above. Vincent’s mouth is voracious, and that almost seems like an understatement. His tongue is all over you, lapping at your slick, grazing his mouth into your clit.

You’re whimpering now, involuntarily squeezing his head between your thighs, and truth be told, Vincent was perfectly content with the potential suffocation. If he could perish between your legs, he most definitely would, rolling his tongue into your clit, one hand slithering down from your hip.

The combination of his digits and tongue is a dangerous one, sending you bucking into his face, mumbling a string of flustered apologies. Vincent lets out a husky noise, soothing you with eager swipes of his fingers, letting them roll across your cunt as his lips wrap around your clit.

You don’t attempt to smother a shred of sound, moaning and mewling as you lazily grind your hips into Vincent’s fingers as they slip inside of you, easing their way in before he tugs them out almost completely. It’s a steady rhythm that makes your stomach do flips, your legs shaking.

As he sucks on your clit, effectively sending a euphoric buzz throughout your body, his fingers curl slightly, making you choke upon any noise that was attempting to burst forward. It’s stuck, and you sob with pleasure, your delight immeasurable as he gets you all hot and bothered.

He mouth-fucks you through your orgasm, which is hot and blinding, just as you thought it’d be. Your hand is wrangling with his dark tresses, back arched and mouth agape. “Vincent,” You pant, feeling his tongue swipe all around your cunt, lapping at your orgasm, a hum vibrating within his chest. “Vincent.” You moan again, sticky with his spit and your cum.

Vincent slinks from between your legs, standing above you as he fills in the entirety of his height. There’s something terrifyingly powerful about him, like a looming predator, and his stance is coiled. He’s not finished with you yet, and he hauls you off of the bed, bringing you to the foot of the mattress.

The smooth, muscled plane of his chest is snug against your back, and he bends you over the rickety wooden frame, hunching in over you, face nestled into your shoulder. His hands are wandering, roaming over your body, kneading and groping wherever he could, unbuckling his belt and wrangling the fly of his pants apart.

“Vincent,” You groan, feeling his cock press into your soaked cunt, threatening to split you apart with its girth. His possessiveness is through the roof, his position one of sheer dominance as it washes over him like a tidal wave. “I— I’m yours,” You whine, knowing how badly he wants to hear it. “Yours.”

Vincent’s self-restraint is truly impressive. He keeps from snapping then and there, but he does let out a throaty groan of approval, rutting his cock against your slit a time or two, not inside of you just yet. Your slick heat is incredible, and he’s getting prone to roughness, teeth sinking into the crook of your neck.

You are his — he’s going to make sure of it.

With his big hands cupping your hips, his musculature fills the gap between your legs, keeping you spread apart as he positions himself, angling his cock as he thrusts forward. You’re gripping the wood as much as you can, the frame rattling and shaking as he humps into you, cock driving itself deep into your cunt.

His face is pressed against your back, right between your shoulder blades as he ruts into you, bringing his hips back enough for clapping right back into you, groin grinding into the swell of your rump. Vincent isn’t slow and gentle this time, and you find his feral thrusting to be extremely pleasurable.

There’s plenty of noise, shared between your breathy, needy moans and his throaty growls and purring noises. Vincent is flush against you, as much as humanly possible without it being uncomfortable, hands snug against your hips as he pounds his way into your cunt.

It’s feverishly hot inside of your bedroom, no open window to vent out the friction and scent of sex, the fog of lust that swarms the both of you. He’s pressing desperate kisses into your flesh, all teeth and tongue and neediness, his thick cock battering your insides, making you stretch around him to accommodate his girth.

He feels incredible — he’s filling you up, stuffing you full with his cock, rutting into you as if it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. Vincent’s rougher ministrations rock you to your core, heat pulsing throughout your body as you grind yourself back onto his cock, pushing with your hips. You can hear him sputter, and he moans.

It’s a sound that’ll be burned into your brain for days to come as Vincent makes a sound that drives you crazy. You want him to do it again, but he’s fucking you down into the wooden frame with the force of a battering ram. You forget how strong he is sometimes, how he molds you within his hands.

The bedframe squeaks and squeals, groans in protest underneath his vigor, and your lips part, a myriad of moans and mewls escaping you like a flood. Vincent doesn’t stop, he doesn’t cease for a second, pumping his cock into you, making your cunt clench around his length as he keeps his face buried into your back.

Vincent is claiming you, claiming every fiber of your being, laying waste to your body as it makes it bend to him, succumb to him. He’s needy and he’s jealous, he’s frustrated with Bo and with what happened earlier today, and it only makes him go faster.

Your body is shaking, legs quivering as you strive to hold on, palms slick with perspiration as Vincent rails you into oblivion, fucking you into the wood, growling and moaning all rolled into one delicious sound. You’re his — he repeats that over and over again in his head, so much so that it becomes the only words he knows.

“V—Vincent!” You wail, swallowing the lump in your throat as he slams his hips into you. The noises are abhorrently sinful, not at all quiet, and Vincent is more than eager to make you cum a second time. If he could do it over and over again, he absolutely would.

With a final thrust of his hips, rutting into you until his cock can go no further, he’s cumming inside of you, your back arched, his forehead lazily resting against your shoulder. The closeness and the friction is what really sweetens it all, not a sliver of space left between the two of you.

It’s messy and sticky, thick ringlets of cum coating his cock, but he’s completely unbothered. You feel dazed, euphoric even, and you nearly collapse. Vincent is there to catch you, purring into your ear as he clamors into bed with you.

He zips himself back up, letting you settle into his lap, pressing kisses all along every inch of your warm flesh, arms wrapped tightly around your midsection. Vincent’s nagging insecurities and worries are quelled again for the time being, and he sighs when you relax back into him, holding one of his hands as you kiss his palm.

“Love you.”

Vincent’s hoarse, throaty rasp stuns you — it always does when he happens to speak that rare, occasional utterance. There’s still a sheen of a dark obsession tangled within his eyes, unbeknownst to you, but maybe it’s better that way.

Instead, he lets those vehement, volatile notions settle down for now, one palm massaging into your belly, his other hand draped over your shoulder as you kiss each of his fingers. You seem so happy, so happy that Vincent feels undeserving of it, and maybe that’s true, but he lets it subside.

“I love you, too.” You murmur, and you can feel him signing that very same phrase into your skin.

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lovelywingsart · 3 years

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Forgotten Memory

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

So I did a few sketches of Emelia meeting the other lords(and Dimitrescu daughters) a while ago, and I threw in a little something for the Moreau one- well, here's what's basically the small follow-up that I teased for that one.

**Small reminder that I have a small 'Masterlist' for these!**

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*Warning?: Lost/regained memory, mentions of wanted parenthood, angst kinda?

Summary: A small, interesting discovery is made during a first visit to Lord Moreaus domain, leading to a heartbreaking revelation.

Emelia was silent. They had returned from her first visit with Moreau, and she had to admit, the 'Fish Man' was kind and rather fun to be around despite Heisenbergs dislike of him. The metal man in question sat at a separate table behind her, tinkering with what she could assume was an experimental piece for the Soldats with his hair in it's normal 'bun' for physical work. But her focus wasn't on him. No, it was on the tape Moreau had excitedly let her borrow. It lay on the corner of the table she had been sitting at, and though she had previously been sketching plans, she was unable to concentrate. Simply finding it at the watermill sent a chill of recognition down her spine, and she couldn't get that familiarity out of her head. It was as if it triggered... something. But she didn't know what, exactly. The cover of the movie alone was scarily familiar, but... she didn't know.

And so, here she sat in silence, staring at the cover of the yellowed and somewhat grimy case, picking at her brain for any possible lead. Not even the occasional German swearing behind her shook her from the concentrated phase she was in as Heisenberg caused a tiny shock among the wires he was currently fiddling with. She had been staring at it since she picked it up... She barely looked away from it on the way back to the factory, nearly tripping over multiple things while Heisenberg practically led her around. But she couldn't quite put her finger on why it was so familiar.

She was suddenly jerked out of her trance as she heard a rather loud 'FUCK', and she turned to see Heisenberg looking at his hand.

"Are you alright...?" She asked quietly. He shook his head, sticking a bleeding finger in his mouth.

"Eh, I'm fine... damn thing shifted on me." He muttered. She was silent for a moment, seemingly spacing out until she spoke again.

"Would you like a bandage...?"

"Nah, I'll be fine." He shrugged, inspecting the digit once more before looking at the thing on his desk. "Wouldn't be the first time I've had the threat of losing a body part." His tone was almost thoughtful as he shifted his left leg. He then turned to face her. "What the hell is with YOU, anyway? You haven't stopped staring at that thing since we left the ugly freak. Usually you'd yell at me to wear gloves."

"Because you should..." Emelia rolled her eye slightly, "And he's a kind man, Karl. Don't be mean." she huffed, shaking her head as he muttered something under his breath. "No, I... I'm fine. Just thinking, is all."

"Ah. Well, don't hurt yourself." He smirked, turning back to his work as she glared at him.

"Twit..." she muttered, her eyes drifting back to the tape. She swore there was something about it...

She finally reached for it, holding it somewhat close to her face. She studied every detail. Every curve of the title letters. Every bit of the scenery. It wasn't until she turned it around to read the back that she paused, her brain picking out a few words to focus on. She simply closed her eye for a moment, only for something... a scene... to flash in her mind;

A woman stood in bright, almost entirely white scenery, holding a small child on her hip. Her other hand held that of an older child, and the childs other hand was held by a man. They seemed... happy. But she couldn't tell... The faces were simple blurs. She could only tell by the distant sound of laughter as the man and woman embraced, the two children huddling to them with giggles. The woman, she noticed, wore her hair longer with a ponytail to the side. No other features were clear. There was a sadness as the scene began to fade away, even as she desperately tried to clear the faces of the individuals.

Emelia jerked into reality once more with a gasp, making the man behind her jump with a startled swear.

"Fucking-" He started, shaking his hand again before looking at her with an irritated grunt. "What now???"

She stared at the tape in silence for a few seconds more before setting it down carefully and pushing herself to stand.

"N-Nothing, I..." she started, her voice wavering just slightly. Heisenbergs irritation all but disappeared as he watched her, switching to confusion.

"Emelia? What's wrong?" He asked, but she shook her head.

"I-I'm fine, I..." she tried, finally just running her hand through her hair and walking towards the door off to the side. "I'm just... tired. I'm going to sleep."

"... Oh." He replied, his confusion still evident. "Make sure you wake up, then."

She couldn't help but crack a small smile. It was always his way of saying 'sleep well'.

"I'll try."

Oddly enough, the bed wasn't too comfortable.

Emelia lay on her back, her arms behind her head while staring up at the dark ceiling. She had changed into her casual 'night' attire, thinking she could think better with the light off... But it only clouded her mind. The scene she saw kept playing in her mind. Who were these people? Why did she see them?? She let out a frustrated groan, moving her hands to rub her face. It had to have been a memory, right...? Was she one of the children? Was she remembering her family before this? Of course she had remembered small things as a child, merely second-long snippets of a foggy past that still wasn't entirely clear. COULD she have been one of the children?? While the thought should have calmed her, it only made her question more. If it WAS her original family, why couldn't she see the faces? She should have at least been able to remember her own... Not to mention the scenery itself was entirely different than she ever remembered... None of her memories were ever pure light. Something wasn't sitting right... But she thought back to the children she saw. They were happy... Laughing. They were all laughing a pleasant laugh, even the two adults, who she assumed were the parents. It was the joy of the scene that managed to calm her, and she couldn't help but chuckle from the silliness of it all.

She froze.

Wait.

She gave a confused hum, almost trying to repeat the chuckle. She then thought back to the memory, watching and rewatching the scene in her head, her muscles suddenly tense. Her attention was soon drawn to the woman. The woman's laugh seemed familiar as her face slowly became visible. Almost TOO familiar. It was almost like... Wait, that... Was...

No.

She bolted into an upright position once she saw the womans face clearly, her eye wide as the scene suddenly became uncomfortably clear.

The adult woman was HER.

But why?? HOW???

She threw the covers off her legs and pushed herself away from the bed, nearly ripping the door open with a burst of strength. She nearly ran down the steps, her breathing halted. How could that have been her? How could those memories be hers? She was older in that scene than she remembered to previously have been before all of this, and there was very clearly no sign of childbearing on her own body that she saw or knew of. Hell, she never thought she had BEEN with anyone like 'that' until recently, how could-

She startled Heisenberg once more as she pushed open the door to the workshop, making him jump as she briskly made her way back to the desk she had been sitting at. He spoke to her, but she couldn't hear him as she grabbed the tape and stared at it. Her... A family... Smiling, happy...

Another vision played in her mind, this one she had been familiar with. She was a child, tugging the apron of what she always assumed was her mother. 'Can we? Please?' Her small voice asked. She was a quiet child, that much she assumed from the memories she had unlocked before. She was already greeted with a kind smile as her faceless mother nodded. This memory she had seen, and it was always the same; she led the mother over, sitting on a fluffy couch in front of a large TV. A movie always played, but she couldn't see it... Until now. It was the same movie she currently physically held. But something changed... It was as if a new reel of film was cleaned in her mind, and she saw herself look up at the mother she cuddled to at the point where the memory would have cut off. 'I want a family like that!' She heard herself say excitedly. 'Just like that?' The mother asked, her voice warped somewhat. Emelia watched her child self nod. 'Yeah, a big one, just like that.'

It was then that the previous image of her older self played, vaguely hearing her child-self speak of her own family hopes over the laughter. And that's when it hit her with a wave of brokenhearted nausea. THAT'S why it was so bright... So happy... The vision wasn't a 'memory' at all. No...

It was a DREAM.

A dream...

No.

It was a goal.

A life goal her child-self had.

A goal stripped mostly once she joined the corporation before being taken Miranda years later. A goal that Miranda herself had more or less stripped ENTIRELY with no hope of settling down as soon as that goddamn parasite was embedded into her chest.

An important goal she had entirely forgotten about until now.

The realization hit her like a head-on impact from Sturm, and she dropped the tape. Her eye was wide, staring at seemingly nothing as her breaths came in quiet wheezes. She didn't even know she was crying until she felt a hand on her shoulder, jumping out of her thoughts with a gasp and whirling to meet the concerned face of Heisenberg. He seemed to jump back as well, startled to see face that pure sadness and anger. She could almost hear the memories of singing as she stared at him, her body trembling.

"Emmy??" He asked, taking his hand from her shoulder as if he himself had caused the tears that now streamed down her cheek. She was silent for a moment before her lip trembled.

"I... I remember..." she whimpered, taking deep breaths. Heisenberg paused before suddenly pressing on her shoulders.

"Sit." He said quickly, turning away to grab his own chair as she sat carefully. He brought the chair up in front of hers, sitting directly across from her. "What do you remember?" He asked, his voice genuine as he watched her. She forced herself to speak.

"Do... D-Do you remember... Uhm..." she paused with a shaky breath in attempts not to start sobbing immediately. She HAD to calm herself... "Do you remember when I... When I told you about that memory... The one when I was a child and the movie...?"

"I do... That was months ago." He replied, tilting his head. "What about it?"

"Th-There's... There's more..." she nodded to the tape on the table. "It... It was that... and... a-and..."

She finally broke down, covering her mouth as she let out a wavering sob. She nearly curled in on herself, only stopped by Heisenbergs hands on her shoulders. He then gently grabbed her face, leaning forward and making her look at him.

"Hey... Hey, look at me." He spoke. His jaw tightened as her eye met his, and he saw a painful recognition. "What the hell did that tape do?"

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally opening her mouth.

"... I... I wanted a family, Karl..." she whimpered.

He froze.

'Family'.

It was a word he grew to despise over the years. He hated it. He hated it with a burning, goddamn passion. The meaning of it was lost to time and trauma, and yet it sounded... innocent coming from her. It wasn't malicious like Miranda, or insulting like Alcina. It didn't even sound like a pathetic joke as it would have with Donna or Moreau. There was true pain behind the word as she spoke it, and he frowned as he watched her break down in front of him despite clearly attempting to hold it together. She always told him her memories... Hell, he encouraged her too. He knew what it was like, and he hated the thought of the same happening to her. But this time, he didn't know what to do. 'Family' was a sore subject around the factory. She let out a shaky sigh.

"I-I'm sorry, I..."

"No, no, just... Don't..." he started, only to sigh, himself. "Damn it-... Come here."

Emelia froze as Heisenberg pulled her into an awkward hug, though it wasn't enough to stop the tears. Instead, she reached up to hold his arms while her head threatened to fall onto his shoulder. He was silent for a moment, feeling as she almost curled to him, only stopped by the chairs. He couldn't quite think of anything to say. Nothing to help. Not even anything witty.

"... Keep talking." He said finally, feeling her breath halt.

"... What...?"

"I said, keep talking. Tell me about it... I guess." He managed. He felt her head shift while she managed to breath enough to sniffle.

"Is that a joke..." she asked quietly. He rolled his eyes.

"You really think I'd joke about that?"

"... Do you really want me to answer that..."

"Just keep talking, Emelia." He groaned. She was quiet before letting out a shaky breath and speaking.

"I-I... I remember..." she started, clearing her throat slightly and sniffling once more, "I remember begging her to watch it... I guess she never argued... Not that I could tell."

"Hm." He hummed quietly, setting his chin on top of her head. "How many times did you watch it, then?"

"I... I'm not sure... A lot, I suppose...?" Her voice was quiet as she sighed. "All I can hear is singing, I don't know..."

He raised a brow.

"Singing??"

"Shush..." she mumbled, earning a chuckle.

"So what does that have to do with wanting..." he paused. Hell, SAYING the word felt like poison to him... But she knew. She took a shaky breath before pushing away from him, wiping furiously at her eye as she sat back in her chair. She looked over at the tape for a moment with a frown.

"I told her I wanted a family..." she managed, reaching to pick up the tape and turning it over. "'A big one just like them', I told her... I guess I loved it enough to dream of it. Children, a husband... I suppose I could have had... SOMETHING like that with the corporation, but... NOW..." Her voice then gained a hint of bitterness as she leaned forward to put her head in her hand while holding the tape with the other. "It's impossible thanks to HER... And yet, I feel as if I still want it, now that I know..." The sadness quickly turned into a hint of anger as she lightly tossed the tape back on to the table. She was unable to stop the new flow of tears that started, glancing at her right arm. "Bloody hell... How damn stupid am I... A goddamn 'family' from THIS bloody mess..."

Heisenberg was quiet for once, watching as she wiped at her face furiously once more. What the hell was he even SUPPOSED to say to that?? That she was right?? No, he wasn't actively trying to upset her... Maybe he would joke normally, but even he knew that now wasn't the time. Oh, hell...

"Don't be hasty, Emmy. You've, ah... you've got a lot of life to live." He spoke awkwardly, clearing his throat slightly. "Or... um... something."

He jerked back as Emelia gave a disbelieving snort before choking back a sob as she looked to the movie again.

"'Or something'... Not like anyone would be willing to contribute while I'm like this..." she muttered, not seeing the look he gave with her voice still bitter as she frowned with a trembling lip. "That bitch stole every hope I had of being normal... I can barely remember everything still, and yet this is what I get when I do..." her voice lowered, but cracked with a mixture of pain and anger. It was a mix Heisenberg himself knew all too well. "I wanted a family and she tore that away for her own..."

"You could still-" he started, only to stop and snap his mouth shut as she looked up at him. What the fuck was he just about to say?

"I could still WHAT, Karl...??" Her voice was nearly pleading as she looked up at him. "Even if I tried, she'd still... She'd..."

She had to breathe. It felt as if her chest was collapsing in on itself as she doubled over with a sudden gasping sob. She was robbed... The life she once dreamed about wasn't at all possible. Even if she tried. Even if she somehow found a way, she knew it would be ripped from her again by the woman in selfish attempts to fix her own 'family'. And yet, she felt the distant longing she remembered feeling as a child... It wasn't until she felt arms around her once more that she started to look up, only to be nearly yanked off the chair as she was hugged with a sudden force and nearly brought into the man's lap.

"Don't say that." He growled quietly, making her freeze. "You still have a goddamn chance. Fuck Miranda and fuck her plans, she's not gonna do anything if you do." He paused for a moment. "She CAN'T do anything if you do, because I won't fucking let her."

Emelia froze in his arms, decently stunned. She said nothing, though couldn't help but curl into his shoulder as she fought off more tears. She knew he did it to make her feel better... And that's what seemed to hurt the most. He wasn't the most affectionate or reassuring person, especially with this. Sure, he had his odd ways of giving comfort, but it was never easy for either of them. But she managed to take a few breaths, returning the hug somewhat as he set his chin on her head. There was silence for a few moments before the reached out with a trembling hand and picked up the tape, looking at the cover with a light fondness despite her anger.

"... I think I'll visit Moreau tomorrow..." she said quietly, almost feeling his look of disgust.

"Why??"

"Unless you would like to watch it with me." She said simply, glancing up at him. He seemed to calm slightly, but still shook his head.

"You sure watching that is the best idea?" He asked, releasing his hold on her slowly. It was as if he didn't want to let go. She shrugged, wiping at her face.

"Potentially not, but... I don't know..." she sighed, pushing herself back on her own chair. She almost smiled as Heisenberg kept a gentle hold on her arms. "Maybe... maybe it would help... He said it was one of his favorites as well, I think it would be nice to have... willing company."

"I wouldn't be 'willing'?"

"Would you REALLY be, Karl?"

He raised a brow for a moment before giving a huff, but he didn't speak. She couldn't help but give a laughing snort before sniffling. It was then that another thought entered her mind, and she pondered over if for a few seconds, chewing the inside of her cheek.

"I think I'm going to get dressed." She said finally, slowly standing from the chair. She was met with a confused stare.

"I thought you said you were tired?" Heisenberg asked, watching as she walked to the door with the tape clutched in her hands. She paused to look back at him for a moment.

"Oh, I am. But now I'm more angry than I am tired." She said simply. "Have you got any disposable Soldats?"

She felt a little better as she watched a broad, toothy grin form on his face.

"I can figure something out." He said, suddenly standing and moving over to his desk to grab something. "Go ahead, I'll meet you down there."

Emelia only nodded, going through the door quickly. She knew it might not help entirely, but she felt the deep need to destroy despite not showing it on the surface. Whatever he was able to put together, she planned on imagining Miranda's face on every single creature she tore apart while mentally preparing herself for the trip the next day. WOULD watching the movie help? Would it assist with more memories? Or was it the worst idea she had ever had? She didn't know, and she couldn't keep her eye off the case as she retrieved her own clothing. She felt the pulses of her mutation even before she slipped on her own shirt, eventually letting the tendrils of muscle expand and grow along her skin. The bone spurs were the last to form, allowing her to flex and adjust her arm slightly. There was a moment of silence as the muscle hardened, feeling her heart beat against her chest. She took one last look at the tape before letting out a growling huff, letting the anger of the forgotten memories flow through her as she finally walked out the door and ran down to the depths of the factory walls.

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moaserendipity · 3 years

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I Promised You The Moon ep3

And we're back with episode 3....................😖I'm not sure how many times I have sighed during this episode but it was a lot because well, yeah let's just get into it.😬

We are starting with a new acting class after time-skipping to junior year. So Teh is rehearsing or in a workshop where he plays the lead with this girl. They are practicing the love scene and it's obvious that Teh is having trouble with it, after they stopped, they are handed a Logbook(dairy) that they have to write in and give to Jai after every workshop.

Now I'm sorry to say but I don't think this is a good idea but who am I right? (Do I like the way Teh is giving compliments to Jai, NOPE I DO NOT AT ALL but let's just say he is being a good friend.)

The way he writes in detail what he thinks and what he feels about Oh-Aew, is way too personal for Jai to read, it's really none of Jai's business and also the way he hides it from Oh.. He is not liking the person who Oh is becoming because he is becoming his own person, while Teh is still stuck. He did not change, I mean he did not even ask Oh if he wanted to join him to the play. Who knows maybe he would've liked it but he is not even really trying.

Oh is even that worries he is consulting his friends about it. It's like I thought they are growing apart and it's getting more obvious at this point. lol, this random dude showing up to ask Oh's insta, can't blame him because he is just that cute. I immediately knew the two friends were actually dating, it was written all over and I am loving this. I mean what can you do once you feel that spark..that "Oh my gosh" from one of the guys though, cracked me up, lol.

I feel kind of sad when Oh springs back to life when Teh finally asks him to help out, I mean it could be cute but tbh it's just sad because he was longing for it so much. It's sweet of Oh that he offers to help out with the poster because he is right. If the viewer doesn't feel any chemistry between the main leads, they probably won't watch if it's a romantic play. I know I wouldn't, Chemistry is a big part of romantic plays or movies. I hate this weird thing Teh does though. He is trying to stop him but also not, it's a bit weird. I feel like he is pushing Oh away but you know that could be me..

This workshop though is seriously intense, thinking back to the first time you had sex and to use that for something like this, it's a bit much but what upset me, even more, is that Teh couldn't remember his first time anymore, like WTF, who forgets their first time if it was with someone you loved. I also don't like how he tells Jai everything, also the look on Jai's face...I don't know...

Lmao having an affair with the professor, kind of cliche Jai. The way Teh keeps looking though, I mean dude stop watching and leave but NOOOOO he got caught and actually teased Jai. Hmm so bringing Teh long to a play, okay tbh there is nothing wrong with that but the look on Teh's face while Jai was on stage, made me just SIGH. (i actually asked my dear friend, if she saw it as well and she did) Teh likes Jai.... They have too many things in common and tbh this is looking like a fudging date instead of just friends hanging out. The thing is I am not sure if Jai likes Teh or if he is going to use him. For now, though the look on his face tells me he likes him but I do have a seriously bad feeling about this. Also, I knew Teh was not going to tell Oh what he was doing before he even stopped typing. It's just another crack...

It's sad though because Oh-Aew his world is still revolving around Teh and I just want him to prepare his heart, just in case.

Okay so I think Teh reminds Jai of himself when he fell in love with his ex James but yeah I don't like the look on his face every time he looks at Teh. Jai basically ran away from his relationship, so here is why the workshop isn't working. This script was written for two guys and not a guy and a woman...

Hmm, he didn't tell this to any of his friends but he is telling it to Teh... I see what is happening he is pulling Teh in because he wants him and he likes him, that's the only reason. I'm not happy..

OKAY, I HAVE TO STOP FOR SECOND BECAUSE HE IS NOT ELLING TEH TO RECREATE THE FIRST TIME HE AND OH-AEW HAD SEX!!! THE FACT THAT WE JUST KNOW TEH WILL EXACTLY DO WHAT JAI ASKS HIM, IS JUST WRONG AND I AM FEELING SORRY FOR OH. DAMN IT.😤

hmmm yeah, that hiding together makes things 100% clear Teh really likes Jai, the way he is looking at him, just makes me want to SCREAM!!!!!!! please just no Teh.

ugh, poor Oh-Aew. I wanted a scene like this but not because of these reasons, not because Jai told him to do this. I am just sorry Oh-Aew. BUT OMG REMEMBER THE FIRST EPISODE, WHERE MY FRIEND ASKED ME THIS QUESTION;

“Do you think they did it on the beach?🤔” I was like “WHAT THE, I DON’T KNOW!!”

LMAO WE NOW KNOW, THEY DID IT ON THE BEACH!!! 🤣 lol, I'm sorry guys but this was too funny to not quote it. lol, now we know.

okay so let's just forget for a second why Teh is doing this and well just enjoy this, because I have a feeling we won't be seeing this anytime soon after this. I love the way Teh always explores Oh

because it does mean he loves him and I love how they did this because it's seriously intimate and this combined with their actual first time, it's quite beautifully done. The cuddles afterward are something beautiful. it's really tender and I love this so much. They look so comfortable and I just love their chemistry so so much.

I don't like that Teh is wearing his redshirt because he usually only wears this when something important is happening with Oh-Aew, also I just have a bad feeling and my stomach just feels super upset. I hate that Jai brought the stupid plume wine and that Teh actually wants to drink it. Why is this happening, why does Teh need to ask Jai for his help with the assignment. I hate that Teh's heartbeat is getting louder and faster while they hug closely, I hate how Teh kissed Jai before he even said he could and I hate that Jai continued it, while he should've stopped the second Teh pulled back and then my heart broke because Oh-Aew saw it, my poor baby, Oh-Aew should be protected at all costs. I just hate this so so much, I know it's part of the job of an actor but this didn't feel like acting, this felt real.

I am happy though that Oh-Aew heard Jai talk about the assignment for the workshop because this could go both ways, He is probably upset but also understanding but if he didn't know this, things would be very, very bad, even though things are already really bad and I am seriously going to put bubble wrap around my heart for the coming episodes because I just know we are landing in a big storm.

So in my opinion I think that Teh is still the same selfish boy he was back in Phuket, not knowing what he wants and feeling obsessed about certain things and even though he loves Oh-Aew he is now completely fixated on Jai and this will just end up badly, I am hoping on a good ending but I am not so sure of that will happen right this moment. We'll just have to wait and see for next week but damn Teh, you are just so stupid right now.

Anyway yeah see you next week😬😎

#my messy review #ipytm ep 3 #I promised you the moon #bldramas #pp krit #billkin #bkpp #rollercoaster ride anyone #bubblewrap will be needed

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that’s cool! relax, i’ll not steal ur idea, but yeah, that would be really cool. i'm writing a modern au too! it's just not going to focus on jobs and stuff, you know? in fact, i asked because before i even started the story, wanted to make a profile explaining each one, but i think this would not be so necessary. i think i realized now that it may not be so necessary, but i have a habit of thinking a lot about each detail :p are you still writing your modern au? i would love to read ❤️

Oh look, it's AnOnImO again!

Don't worry about the 'don't steal my idea you all' part,it was totally not referred to you of course! ;) But you know,there are some people who keep on stealing ideas left and right from everybody;I'm not saying that it happened to me (but it did,more than once actually,hahahahah),but it happens to everyone at some point,right?So it was a general warning,HAHAHAHAH.

Anyway. Ohhh,I get it but hey,there's nothing wrong on thinking about details:the details make everything 'cooler',they make the readers understand better the story I suppose. Trust me,you have no idea of how many (billions and billions and billions) of details I add in every one-shot/chapter that I write,HHAAHAHAH! But if you are not going to focus on their jobs but on something else,but at the same time you would like to tell something about their jobs,then you can still write/add a little bit about it,but without taking a long part of the chapter/story:just give some hints perhaps?Like for example,Jacob would be a mechanic right?So it would be something short like this:

"His hands were rough,calloused,often covered in dark patches,sometimes slick with oil.He spent most of his time in his messy workshop."

See?Something like that:fast,short,efficent,giving an impact and a quick idea of his job,it doesn't focus on it THAT much,(if not at all),yet it's still there.Bam.

(^ This is a small advice,I hope it helped ^)

About my story:yes,I am still trying to write it,now it's been a while since the last time I updated it actually...but it's still there,and I plan on taking the 'situation in hand' again!Unfortunately it's not a story which I published here on Tumblr,but as I said,it's on Wattpad,even though I am highly considering in posting the chapters here,since the AC community on Wattpad is now non existent,practically dead:but I have to think about it. If you would like to check it out,the name is 'Like Those Days' (Fryedays it's my username). Here's the link: https://my.w.tt/XisltASxt9

But still,I would really like to read/know about your story once you have published it/started to write it!So,if you want you can send me a private message on here?Or not if you want to keep your persona hidden.

Cia.

#q & a #thanks for the ask!#am I actually starting to enjoy answering to people in my inbox?#MAYBE #assassin's creed #assassin's creed modern #ac modern au #jacob frye #modern jacob frye #my idea #writing tips

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dukereviewsmovies · 4 years

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Duke Reviews: Rudolph, The Red Nosed Reindeer

Hi Everyone, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Where We Are Continuing Duke's Yultide Reviews...

Well, With Christmas Movies Behind Us For The Year, It's Time To Move Into Christmas Specials And What Better Way To Start Then To Look At The Original Christmas Special, Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer...

Now, Unlike Some Of The Movies I Went Over In November, I Feel That I Really Don't Have To Go Over The Plot Of This Special As Everyone Knows It By Now And Anyone Who Doesn't Probably Lives Under A Rock...

So, Without Further Ado, This Is Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer...

The Special Starts With Newspaper Pages And Snowflakes Before We're Introduced To Our Narrator, Sam The Snowman, Played By Burl Ives...

Who Talks With Us About Christmas Town...

No, It's Not That Christmas Town...

But The Christmas Town That Sam Is Talking About Is At The North Pole Where The #1 Citizens Are The Clauses Who Live On The First Castle On The Left, Matter Of Fact The Only Castle On The Left..,

Cutting To Inside The Castle We See Mrs Claus Telling Santa To Eat Up As The Kids Expect A Fat Santa For Christmas Eve....

Some People Might See This As Skinny Shaming But Me I See This As Sending A Good Message Saying That Says After The Holidays, Santa Loses Weight In An Effort To Not Get Diabetes...

Telling Us About How Much He Loves Christmas, Sam Tells Us About The Year Of The Big Snowstorm And How They Couldn't Have Done It Without Rudolph, Which Leads Sam To Tell Us Our Story But Not Before Giving Us An Intro And A Title Card...

Starting A Few Years Before The Big Snowstorm, In Spring No Less, We See The Donners Give Birth To A Little Buck Named Rudolph Who Is Born With A Red Glowing Nose...

However, In The Movie Rudolph And Frosty's Christmas In July, It Was Revealed That Rudolph Wasn't Born With The Nose But Was Given It By The Spirit Of The North Pole Known As Lady Boreal In An Effort To Protect Santa From The Evil Wizard Winterbolt Who Had Just Woken Up When Lady Boreal's Powers Started To Wane And Weaken After Being In Her Human Form For Too Long...

But Getting Back To Our Story, Santa Arrives To Meet Rudolph Only To Discover His Powers For Himself...

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Coming Up With An Idea To Hide Rudolph's Nose, Donner Teaches Rudolph How To Be A Reindeer, While Teaching His Son To Beware Of The Abominable Snowmonster Of The North Who's Mean, Nasty And Doesn't Like Christmas..

But Aside From The Abominable, We Cut To Santa's Workshop Where We Meet Hermey, Who's An Elf Who Wants To Be A Dentist Which Catches The Ire Of The Foreman...

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Growing Up Over The Years, Rudolph Has Gotten Tired Of Hiding His Nose As The Mud His Parents Place On It Isn't Very Comfortable, But Donner Believes That Self Respect Is More Important Than Comfort...

I Would Play The Other Part Of The Song But I Couldn't Find It On YouTube, Sorry...

With Christmas Coming And Going As Always, Soon It Is April Which Is When All The Fawns Come Out To Be Inspected By Santa And When The Elf Choir Practices In Front Of Santa...

Whoa!, Whoa!, Whoa!, What Happened To The Elf Foreman?

His Voice Just Went From Gruff To Squeaky In 10 Seconds, Why?, Was The Actor Unavailable? Did They Have Another Actor Originally Do The Voice? Somebody Give Me Answers!

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With Santa Leaving, The Foreman (Whose Voice Is Gruff Again) Tells Them That The Performance Was Terrible As The Tenor Section Was Weak...

I Don't Know, Foreman Defiantly Sounded Good To Me...

But One Of The Elves Tell The Foreman That Hermey Didn't Show Up...

Working On Dolls Teeth, The Foreman Marches In To Tell Hermey That Despite Trying To Find A Way To Fit In He'll Never Fit In And To Come To Elf Practice Before Slamming The Door Shut...

Believing The Foreman To Be Right, Hermey Runs Away...

Back At The Reindeer Fields, Rudolph Makes A Friend Named Fireball, Who Introduces Rudolph To A Doe Named Clarice...

Walking Over To Her As The Coach Comet, Won't Get To Rudolph And Fireball For A While, Rudolph Talks With Clarice...

(Imitating Hannibal Lecter) Hello, Clarice...

Asking Her To Walk Home With Him, Clarice Tells Rudolph Yes, As She Tells Him That She Thinks That He's Cute...

Leaping Into The Sky 2 Times, Rudolph Butts Heads With Fireball Which Causes Rudolph's Nose To Fall Off...

With His Secret Revealed, The Reindeer Not Only Make Fun Of Rudolph But Santa Gets Mad At Donner As Comet Tells Everyone To Not Let Rudolph Join In Any Reindeer Games...

Followed By Clarice As Rudolph Promised To Take Her Home, She Doesn't Care What Everyone Else Thinks And Says That His Nose Is Better Than That False One He Was Wearing...

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But When Clarice's Father, ? Enters To Tell Rudolph To Stay Away From Her, Rudolph Finds Himself All Alone Again, That Is Until He Runs Into Hermey Who Tells Rudolph That He Doesn't Need Anyone Because He's Independent Which Leads Rudolph To Declare The Same...

Okay, I Realize Rudolph Is Not A Girl But Since He's Voiced By One I'm Playing This...

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Originally This Wasn't The Song For This Scene, Originally It Was This...

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Walking For A While, Rudolph And Hermey Hear The Roar Of The Abominable Snowmonster Which Causes Hermey To Have Rudolph Douse His Nose For Now...

Continually Walking Till Morning,They End Up Meeting Yukon Cornelius, Who Is Searching These Areas For Silver And Gold Which Leads Us To Our Next Song...

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With The Abominable Catching Up With Our 3 Friends, Yukon Creates An Iceberg So They Can Get Away From The Abominable But With No Land In Sight Our Friends Have No Idea Where They're Headed...

Eventually Hitting Land, Yukon, Hermey And Rudolph Find Themselves On An Island With Flying Lions And Talking Jack In The Boxes...

Correction Charlie In The Boxes...

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With Rudolph Asking If They Can Stay On The Island With Them, Charlie Takes Them To King Moonracer (Who Is The Flying Lion In Question) Who Unfortunately Tells Them No But Asks Them That Once They Return To Christmas Town To Tell Santa About Their Island Which Rudolph Promises He Will...

For This, King Moonracer Allows Them To Spend The Night...

Oh, How Generous...

With His Friends Deciding To Return To Christmas Town, Rudolph Decides To Strike Out On His Own To Save His Friends From The Abominable Snowmonster...

But As The Years Pass, Rudolph Grows Older And Realizes That You Can't Run Away From Your Troubles Which Leads Him To Decide To Head Home...

But In Returning Home, He Discovers An Empty Cave Which Leads Santa To Point Out That Them And Clarice Have Been Gone For Months Out Looking For Him...

But While Going Out To Find His Parents The Storm Of The Century Hits...

But Again, In Rudolph And Frosty's Christmas In July, It Was Revealed That The Storm Was Created By Winterbolt In An Attempt To Get Rid Of Santa Forever As There Could Only Be One King Of The North....

Searching For His Parents, Rudolph Realized That They Could Only Be One Place, The Cave Of The Abominable Snowmonster...

Oops, Wrong Cave And Wrong Abominable Snowman...

Anyway, Entering The Cave, Rudolph Attacks The Snowmonster Only To Get Whapped By A Piece Of The Cave...

Well, Not Exactly As Hermey And Yukon Cornelius Arrive To Rescue Their Friend And His Family With Hermey Distracting The Abominable While Yukon Drops A Big Rock On Him...

Getting Rudolph And His Family Out, They Find Themselves Confronted By The Bumble Again Only To Discover That Hermey Took Out All Of His Teeth...

Pushing The Bumble Back With His Dogs, Yukon Goes Over The Edge Of A Cliff Along With His Dogs And The Bumble...

And This Is Supposed To Be A Kids Special!

With Everyone Going Back To Christmas Town, Santa Apologizes To Rudolph And Tells Him That He'll Find Homes For All Of The Misfit Toys On The Island Of Misfit Toys While The Foreman Apologizes To Hermey Telling Him That He Can Open Up A Office Next Week After Christmas...

Hearing A Knock On The Door, We Discover That Yukon Survived...

And So Did The Bumble Who Only Did What He Did Because He Wanted A Job...

Wow, I Didn't Know Unemployment Was A Problem At The North Pole...

Asking How They Survived, Yukon Kind Of Gives A Dumb Yet Funny Answer...

While Everyone Gets Ready For Christmas, Santa Gets News From His Eye In The Sky Weather Reporter, Who Tells Him That The Storm Won't Let Up And Christmas Will Have To Be Cancelled, But As Rudolph's Light Shines Santa Decides That Rudolph Is Their Answer...

With Rudolph On-Board For Helping Santa, We Get Our Next Song...

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With Santa Fattened Up And The Sleigh Filled They Take Off With An Up Up And Away...

Okay, Is Santa Superman?

Meanwhile On The Island Of Misfit Toys, Charlie, The Spotted Elephant And The Doll Have All But Given Up This Year But When They See Rudolph's Nose, Everyone Gathers Up So They Can Board The Sleigh...

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Fun Fact: When I Was A Kid, I Had A Hard Time With VHS Remotes And Accidentally Taped Over A Little Bit Of The Ending With The End Credits Of A Care Bears Nutcracker And My Mom Still Bugs Me About It To This Day...

But That's Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer And It's A Good Special...

Sure, It Has A Few Things That Show What Time It Came From But It's Still A Good Christmas Special, I Love The Characters, I Love The Story, The Sets Are Well Made And I Just Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#rudolph the red nosed reindeer #rankin bass #merry christmas #christmas #christmas special #tv review #television

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Better Together: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Ten:

"– H-I-J-K-Elmo eating peas," Oliver sang while he skipped around Steve's workshop.

It had taken a lot of encouragement and some baby steps to work up enough strength to use the once upon a time nursery as his craft room and workshop for his online shop. And he did need a place to work seeing as his part of Tibby's online shop had transformed into his own shop. Much to Steve's amazement, Tiny Darlings was a hit. The shop had only been open for a few months, but already he had a queue of orders drying and a number of orders he was starting tonight.

"L-M-N-O-P," Steve corrected, enunciating the letters as he put the shipping label on the box.

"Elmo eating peas," Oliver repeated, pausing his movements to look at some of the painted wooden peg dolls that were drying. "Papa, who gets these?"

"Those are for the nice people on the tablet," Steve informed. Side-eyeing the five year old, Steve reminded, "You got new ones for Hanukkah, remember."

"I know," Oliver dramatically rolled his eyes before picking up the alphabet song, "Elmo eating peas Q-R-S..."

Shaking his head, Steve chuckled and peeled the sticker shipping label from its paper and carefully placed it on the next box. He had three orders to ship by next week. Glad that he had a backstock from when he was mourning. Even though he knew that he had to grieve healthier – and was trying his best to do so, even now – he couldn't help but think the spark of creativity was a good thing.

Plus, letting the boys hang out with him while he worked, helped.

In the corner, Finn was quietly coloring on the cardboard rocket ship playhouse. Steve couldn't help but smile when he watched his boys as they did their own thing. Thinking about how each of them were in the womb and how not much had changed for them. Finn had been the calmer one, the one who liked having his alone play time. Meanwhile Oliver had always been more outgoing. Whether that was him nearly kicking his way out of his womb just to be closer to Bucky or loudly singing the wrong lyrics to a song.

Idly, Steve wondered who Flora would've been. Then, his mind went to the trauma of the previous pregnancy and the trauma the loss had caused him. The panic causing his chest to clench and immediately Steve brought his hand down to his twenty weeks bump. Trying to remain neutral and trying not to worry that this one would go the same route that little Rory's –

Inhale, one, two, three, four, five. Exhale, one, two, three, four, five.

Practicing one of the maneuvers Dr. Strange gave him, Steve clenched his hands into fists and then released them. Steve just stood there repeating that until he felt his shoulders come down from where they rose up to his ears. Knowing – hoping – that after the appointment today, he'd feel better.

Admittedly, feeling the little one roll in his uterus helped too.

"A-B-C-D-E-F," Oliver started singing again, making Steve want to run head-first into the nearest pale pink wall.

Looking over at the hyper five year old, Steve asked, "Why don't you practice another song?"

"Like what?" Oliver's brows furrowed, pausing in his skipping.

Since the only song stuck in his head was the alphabet song, Steve took a moment. Thankfully, he didn't need to come up with one when Bucky called out, "I'm home!"

"In here!" Steve answered while Oliver and Finn ran out of the room to greet their father.

With each toddler on each of his legs, Bucky peeked into the room and told Steve, "I'm gonna jump in the shower, then we can go."

"Sounds good to me," Steve smiled. Crossing the room to the doorway, so he could greet his husband with a kiss. Not lingering the way that he used to, Bucky marked Steve's bump, in hopes of reassuring Steve with his scent.

Although they were doing better every day, it still wasn't how it had once been. Steve figured that it would never be like that again. His psychiatrist encouraged that that was okay. That people grew and changed every day. The relationships evolved. Reminding him that Bucky loved him and that he loved Bucky and that together, they could make it. If they wanted to and tried.

So, that was what they were doing.

Bucky went to his group meetings on Mondays. Steve spent an hour on Thursdays talking about whatever came to mind. Then, they attended family night on Sundays. They were getting back into the groove. Growing and evolving. They loved each other, and Steve found comfort in that. Maybe not every day, but at least every other day.

As Steve went to unpeel the next shipping label from its paper, there was a quick knock while the front door opened. Glancing at his clock, he noticed the time and heard his oldest niece, Violet, call out, "Anyone home?"

Leaving his workshop, Steve greeted the young alpha, "I thought Camila was babysitting today?"

"That was the plan," the eighteen year old good-naturedly rolled her eyes. Explaining, "She went into rut."

"Mazel tov!" Steve cheered at the news of Camila presenting.

Entering the living room, Bucky asked, "What are we celebrating?"

"Another alpha has joined the family," Steve informed. Ruffling Oliver's dark hair when the five year old hugged him. Melting completely when Oliver kissed his bump. Nuzzling close to his future sibling.

"That is definitely something to celebrate," Bucky smiled, Finn on his back and his little arms draped around his neck, holding onto Bucky's hands.

Crouching, Steve brushed his nose along Oliver's, then kissed his forehead. Warning the five year old, "Be good for your cousin."

"They're always good," Violet said with a knowing smirk.

Playfully, Steve rolled his eyes at that. While he loved his sons and knew that they were good kids, he wasn't completely delusional. His kids were young and experienced tantrums just like every other child their age. But Steve also knew that they loved their cousins and would probably listen to her better than they listened to him or Bucky.

Accepting Bucky's help, Steve stood again. While Bucky swung Finn around so he could give him a kiss and blow a raspberry on his cheek, Steve grabbed his thick winter coat from the closet. So, Steve wouldn't have to crouch down again, Bucky carried Finn over to him.

"Bye-bye, papa," the almost three year old said, leaning in for a slobbery kiss.

"Bye-bye, cookie," Steve smiled, rubbing his nose along Finn's. And because he told Oliver to be good, he told Finn too, "Be good."

"'Kay," Finn smiled.

Placing him back on his feet, Bucky kissed him once more and kissed Oliver too. Both boys waved while Violet assured, "I've got it covered here."

"Thank you," Steve called over his shoulder as he left the house. Blowing kisses to the boys and even waving at Greg who blinked at him before she went back to bathing herself.

Both men climbing into the Volvo, Steve could feel the butterflies angrily fluttering in him. Ever since he found out that he was pregnant for the fourth time in his life, he'd been afraid of losing it. No matter how small of a reprieve he'd gotten over the months after finding that the baby was still okay and growing inside him, his anxiety never seemed to wane for long. Especially not today with this twenty week appointment. Constantly being reminded that this was the appointment where they discovered their daughter was deceased.

Inhale. One, two, three, four, five. Exhale. One, two, three, four, five.

Taking Steve's hand in his own, Bucky brought it up to his lips and kissed the back of it. Trying to comfort him, Bucky reminded, "I'm here. No matter what, I'm here."

Nodding, Steve repeated, "No matter what."

After everything that they had been through, Steve was confident that they could make it through everything. As long as Steve didn't block Bucky out. As long as they worked together. They were in this through thick and thin. Forever and always. Till the end of the line. It would always be them.

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Week 8 - Racing Development Post

Hello, and once again welcome back to my GDevelop blog. This blog I will be covering my development of the MotoStyle, the issues I have encountered, testing and the results of my labour.

Development

When beginning development of MotoStyle and it's open world I needed to find many different assets that could be used to create the roads and environment for Speed City. When searching for the assets however, I came to realize the scope of the project I was undertaking and how much would be required to make even a basic prototype for my testers to give feedback on. This is because of the rules that each object would have to obey to, something I've been including into my design philosophy since reading Fullertons readings, including traffic, and other objects that can be interacted with. How would traffic move around the city? How would they interact with other cars if collided?

Because of all these increasing rules that kept appearing, I decided to change my approach of the open world, into a more hub-based game. It still followed the design of the pitch about getting to the delivery location as fast as possible, however you would return to the hub to select another mission or retry.

This freed up lots of development time and allowed me to focus on the gameplay itself.

Some changes were made to the gameplay also, instead of being able to take the shortest path, I took the practical excersize we worked on in class, and expanded on that. To give players skill expression with finding the fastest path, I implemented boosts which could be missed and would affect your overall time allowing for future replayability.

Testing and Iterations

When testing the game myself I really wanted movement to feel fluid, especially when driving in between cars to try and hit a boost or avoid traffic. To do this I had to focus on both the hitbox and the turning speeds. The initial movement that was implemented from the practical felt too slow for the arcady feel I was trying to go for, and for the van model I selected. Firstly, I increased the acceleration and deceleration, which felt better, however when changing directions still didn't feel reponsive enough. So, I increased the deceleration to be higher than acceleration and this fixed the turning issues almost completely. Next was the hitbox, and based on my previous experience with hitboxes, the perfect hitbox is always just smaller than your actual character model to provide some leeway.

Now that I have a working prototype I'm happy with I get one of my friends to test and provide feedback. Here is a list of the main critiques of Motostyle:

1. Lack of feedback with boost

2. Boosts set to specific times

3. Instant death was too punishing

So the first thing I wanted to do was to make the boost feedback more responsive. To do this I needed everthing else that moved to respond to the boost, not just a hidden variable which would make the finish line appear earlier. I did this by applying the boost variable to all the moving objects for a timed duration.

Next was the boosts being set to specific times. This was something I overlooked, and makes a lot of sense because they spawn exactly the same time each time, you won't be able to get a better run ever. So I change it to spawn randomly in a time frame, to give the levels more replayability.

Finally, I created a health system which would allow for your vehicle to take a couple of hits to feel less punishing when you accidentally made a wrong manuever.

Finale

We have once again reached the end of this development post. Stay tuned for next week where I will be covering the post mortem of the development of MotoStyle. Until then, take care!

Sources

Fullerton, T. (2018). Game Design Workshop: A Playcentric Approach to Creating Innovative Games, Fourth Edition (4th ed.). A K Peters/CRC Press. https://doi-org.ezp01.library.qut.edu.au/10.1201/b22309

#Week 8 #Racing Development Post

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Writing from Fierce Love: Mira Sethi in Conversation

This is an excerpt of a free event for our virtual events series, City Lights LIVE. This event features Mira Sethi in conversation with Miranda Popkey, celebrating Sethi’s new short fiction collection Are You Enjoying? published by Knopf. This event was originally broadcast live via Zoom and hosted by our events coordinator Peter Maravelis. You can listen to the entire event on our podcast. You can watch it in full as well on our YouTube channel.

Miranda Popkey: I wanted to ask you about your protagonist at the end of that story ["Tomboy"]. And I won't spoil the twists and turns that the story takes, but she has a moment with her husband, where she's remarking on a mutual friend. And [the protagonist] describes her as “brave.” And I think that “brave” is a word that's overused when describing works of literature, but I'm curious what it means for her, for your character, but also for you, to be publishing work that is quite daring and that is really trying to paint a picture of different pockets, different communities, in Pakistan that we ignorant Americans may not be familiar with.

Mira Sethi: Miranda, thank you so much for asking that. And I'm not just saying this because I'm in conversation with you, but this has to the most thoughtful question I've been asked about my book, because a lot of the questions I've been asked so far have been about Pakistan and politics, and we’ll get to that. That's also very important. But thank you for asking that.

As far as my protagonist--without giving too much away--she calls the other lady “brave,” because that other lady is living life on her own terms. And it's not easy to live life on your own terms in a country like Pakistan, even if you have a lot of privilege, because of issues around sexuality and the often burdensome imperatives of family and your clan or your tribe and your parents. And then the larger superstructure above that, which is the state and the things that trickle down from the state. So my character says [the other woman] is brave because she, herself, is living this dual life and she hasn't yet been able to come to terms with what it is that she wants. Although this, I imagine, is a turning point for her.

And for me, yes, I did think a lot about what the repercussions might be for writing about queer lives in Pakistan. But, you know, I'm in my thirties now, and I believe very strongly in a certain set of principles. I'm an outspoken feminist in Pakistan. That sometimes gets me into trouble. And I am going to write the things that I know and I love deeply. This book actually comes from a place of fierce love, and trauma and heartache and comedy, but mostly it comes from a place of love. And buttressing my fear is my love for people who are struggling to live life on their own terms. And so I wrote this hoping that if there are--I know I have so many queer friends in and out of Pakistan--I'm hoping that maybe if they read this, they can glimpse their lives and feel seen, because fiction is ultimately the desire to write, the desire to be seen fully.

Miranda Popkey: Absolutely. I completely agree that it's hard to imagine a life that you have not seen represented. And I think that's the experience that your protagonist is having. In that moment, she's seeing the life that she wishes she could live. Instead, as you say, she's living sort of a double life where she's married, but she does have queer desires.

Mira Sethi: Absolutely. And I didn't just struggle with this. I was kind of petrified while writing some of these, and not just "Tomboy" but also the title story, "Are You Enjoying?" because it's about infidelity, a love affair, an illicit relationship, a taboo relationship.

So I'm writing about sex, you know? Yes, I worried a lot about that. I'm worried about if somebody screenshots a really vivid passage and then says, “Look at her. She's spreading vulgarity.” I mean, this is something I deal with in my life as an actress as well. But yes, at the level of the sentence, it's definitely something I think about, but I didn't ever let that stop me from saying what I wanted. And in many ways, Miranda, I think it actually makes you more creative. I am not wishing censorship upon anyone. God knows, when there was censorship in Russia, people still wrote. There is a ton of censorship in Pakistan, and we still manage to tell stories. And it's not great, but it does force your most creative instincts out of you in a way that when you can say things very openly and very clearly, the mind isn't concentrated. It leads to a certain concentration of the mind when you're forced to say things in code. And I did for "Tomboy" a little bit.

Miranda Popkey: I think just from the craft perspective, it's also interesting that the story that is most explicit in its treatment of queer themes, and most affirming and its treatment of queer themes, is also the only first-person story. I think that's an exciting, exceptional choice.

Mira Sethi: May I tell you a cute little story? So I wrote this story, which had a very different shape and form, literally three weeks before I submitted it to my editor. And I showed it to a friend who was queer. And she said to me, very politely, she said, “You know, Mira, I love you, and you're a great writer, but you're not queer. And you're writing this queer story from the point of view of queer desire.” My protagonist in the early drafts would look at women in a certain way. And she said to me, “You’re great, but this is not working. You don't know what queer desire is like, so don't try and enter that consciousness. But you do know about patriarchy. So why don't you reframe this story from the point of view of patriarchy.”

And man, that was such a hallelujah moment, because I was really struggling with the story in the early drafts. And then as soon as she said that, I was like, “Oh my god, yes.” This was actually reading as comic writing, because I don't know about queer desire. And then I reframed the whole story. And it was a real breakthrough moment for me, because then the story just ran when I started reframing it from the point of view of patriarchy.

Miranda Popkey: Well, I'm glad that your friend gave you this wonderful piece of advice.

Can you talk about your editing and revision process?

Mira Sethi: Oh my god. The most false thing about becoming a writer is that you have a book and you get to show off your book, and nobody talks about how much real writing went into it. I mean, I'm practically tripping over my words right now because I rewrote the shit out of all of these stories. And the writing takes you to places that you hadn't anticipated.

I often say that I think in order to write. The writing is what tells me what it is that I think. So after I’ve written the thing, I know what it is that I think. So the editing process works like this: I write something. It's very raw. I'm actually not self-conscious when I start writing, because I know it's vomit. And I know there's nothing to be done with the vomit, you just do it. And then later on, you can go and clean it, but it gives you something to work with. And so I write, and then I clean it up, and then I think around draft fifteen, I show it to my editor. It takes at least fifteen drafts. And then they say “Okay, you've got a scaffolding, but where is this going?” So I've worked on these seven stories for five years. That's a long time for seven stories. It's almost a story a year. Writing is really quite grueling.

Miranda Popkey: I agree. My joke about my first novel, my only novel, is that I had to think about it for twenty years before I could write any of it.

Mira Sethi: And you said that in your acknowledgments as well, which I actually really appreciate.

Miranda Popkey: Are you the kind of writer who plans it all in advance or are you one of those who need to surprise themselves and somehow, through the writing itself, the ideas emerge?

Mira Sethi: It's the latter. It's exactly what you said. I don't think, in order to write, I write so that I may know what it is that I'm thinking. And I don't plan in advance. And honestly, this is not a critique of writers who plan in advance. I can't relate to it at all, because so much of the beauty of me writing fiction is discovering things that I didn't know. For instance, my take on identity politics. Yes, of course, I'm progressive, and I have a take. But it was only after writing this book that I really understood what I felt about the world. And I think that is one of the most beautiful things about writing fiction. There is a kind of slow dredging up of your subconscious. And then you're like, “Oh, this is what I think about this issue.” It's really quite amazing.

Miranda Popkey: I completely agree. I write in large part to figure out what it is that I think and when I get the words on the page, I know if they're right, and I know if they're wrong, and if it's just a thought it's much vaguer.

What advice do you have for aspiring writers?

Mira Sethi: If it consumes you, you'll probably end up doing it. Because I find that is the case with most writers.

And have a community around you! Something that I don't have in Karachi is a community of writers. And I miss it. I have a community of actors, but I don't have a community of writers.

And workshop your work with people you respect and admire and keep going. And, you're not going to get it right the first time or the tenth time or the twentieth time, but you might get it right the fiftieth time, and you'll have to be in it for the long haul. It's actually quite painful.

Because you don't get it right. And then one day you get it right.

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hey! im totally new to the whole witch and tarot thing but i'm so interested in it!! got any tips for an aspiring witch who legit decided she wanted to start this journey today? My mind is open to anything 😊

WARNING!: Long post is long…

Hi there! Firstly, I want to welcome you and congratulate you on taking your first steps on this journey! I’m absolutely flattered that you chose to come to me for advice, though truthfully, I’m still an aspiring baby witch myself. I’m no expert in any field, metaphysical or otherwise,—though even many witches with years of experience are still on a journey of learning and self-discovery themselves and would claim the same: that they aren’t by any means an expert at what they do, just that they have more experience in some things—and though I can’t give you any real witchy advice on how to cast circles or write spells or charge your tools, I CAN tell you what I’ve learned thus far into my own journey into my own craft. Please keep in mind that much of this information is what I’ve learned on my time on Tumblr and most of this can be found (and much more easily summarized for convenience) in the posts in the witchcraft 101 tag.

You’ve already accomplished one of the first things I would have suggested, and that’s to have an open mind. That you’ve taken such an interest into this path of life says a lot. Always keep your mind open to this path; and not just this path, but the many diverging and branching paths of witchcraft. You can do so much by seeing what intrigues you and researching it. And don’t just research one area, but see what else speaks to you. You’re interested in tarot; maybe that will lead to interest in some other forms of divination, too; scrying, pendulum work, rune stones. Maybe that will lead to an interest in the history behind the tools, or to corresponding crystals, herbs, planets, constellations, gods, goddesses, candle colors, sigils, EMOJI spells! Your options are limitless! Don’t be afraid to dabble. Dip your toe into the waters of witchcraft; you never know which pool you’ll be ready to jump into!

However, on that note, it is important to be aware that there are certain areas that you may find yourself cut off from. Certain religions and spiritual paths are deemed “closed”, meaning that unless you are already born into them or initiated into them, it’s considered appropriative and highly offensive to use elements of those religions. There are also certain terms that are considered as appropriation, racial slurs or just looked down upon in bad taste; “spirit or totem animals”, “sage smudging”, the misconception of the term “karma”, as well as the word “gypsy” are all examples of these. In summary, just be respectful of closed religions/cultures and be mindful of what you say.

On the subject of research, it’s also a good idea to expand your horizons on that front. Be aware that not everything you’ll find on Tumblr—or the internet in general—will be 100% true. Some people can claim they know the secrets of the universe and that their way is the right way (9 times out of 10, these people are the scam-artists you’ll hear about when skeptics talk about psychics, diviners, and witches) but the truth is that, just like art, there’s really no right or wrong way to practice magick. With magick, there’s no end all, be all. It’s diverse and what works for one person doesn’t have to work for you; some witches are more traditionalist in their witchery, some prefer modern technology for their craft, some use expensive and fancy tools, some use whatever they can find laying around, some don’t use any tools at all and simply use their belief and intent to harness their magick. Some witches incorporate religion into their craft, and some don’t; some are Pagan, some are Wiccan, some are Christian, some worship the Greek pantheon, others the Norse pantheon, and some choose to worship a variety of gods/goddesses from MANY religions. Some witches are okay with casting curses, others not so much. And all of this is okay because their path is theirs and yours will become yours. It’s important to respect everyone’s own individual path, even if it clashes with your own beliefs; That’s just being a good noodle. :)

Also, don’t feel as though you have to lump yourself into a category. I know some people identify as sea witches, storm witches, cosmic witches, hedge witches, pop culture witches; it seems that the possibilities are endless and it can honestly feel kind of overwhelming if you’re just starting out with no real direction. You may feel compelled to label yourself and your craft, but it’s really not necessary. A lot of times in life, we feel the need to label ourselves as others outside our personal bubble may label us. Just like in high school, the jocks, the cheerleaders, the goths, the nerds, etc. etc. But it’s not really THAT import. So don’t ever stress over the whole “but what kind of witch am I?” debacle. Keep your options open to find what speaks to you, whether it’s one path or many.

One more thing on the subject of general witchery; you’ll probably see it blasted on most every witchcraft 101 post you’ll find but: Witchcraft and magick is not a substitute for professional medical advice or practices. It’s always best to consult a doctor or psychological expert on such matters (admittedly to me this is really just common sense but still it must be said; I do not condone replacing medication with spellcraft). If anything, think of it like this; when you fall and scrape your knee as a child, witchcraft is NOT your bandaid nor your antiseptic. Instead, witchcraft is the kiss your mother or father places upon your treated and bandaged wound to make you smile again. Make sense? I sure hope so…

Now, you DID also ask for tarot advice. I’m still learning the general meanings of the cards (albeit very slowly, because, unfortunately, I keep distracting myself with failed attempts to multitask) but I’d say that would be your first step there. Learn the meanings of the cards, and not only memorize them, but learn for yourself what they mean to YOU. The tarot is a powerful tool, using imagery that pokes around at our own intuition in order to give us the answers we’re looking for. Make your own personal connections and associations with the cards, the imagery and the symbolism. Many of the cards have generally the same traditional meanings, though some artists and authors throw in their own spin on things from time to time.

A good starter deck is the Universal Rider-Waite Tarot Deck, which you probably either already have or can easily purchase from your local Barnes and Noble (also, a myth that most amongst the tarot community will say is untrue is that you need to be gifted your first deck. I would say don’t wait for someone to randomly hand you a deck; if you really want it, nothing is stopping you from obtaining one yourself; besides, it’s a really specific and rather unorthodox gift of choice that I wouldn’t expect anyone who isn’t already interested in the subject would ever buy for someone else) BUT feel free to browse around and see which deck calls to you. Truthfully, my first deck was the Zerner-Faber Tarot Deck (which I’ve since lost and still can’t find…), and since becoming interested in the subject of tarot reading, I’ve gotten four more decks, each vastly different in style and theme that the last.

You’ll find a lot of other witches who perform tarot readings will give you various tips and sometimes contradictory advice from what each other is saying. Sometimes they’ll say you HAVE to cleanse your deck after every reading, and others will say the only cleansing they performed was when they first bought it; you HAVE to shuffle it yourself, or you can let the person you’re reading for shuffle, or you can ONLY read for yourself and not for others. With this, I say, learn for yourself what your style is and how you and your deck connect. Spend time with it. A good way to learn about your deck is through a tarot deck interview spread (though some witches will tell you that it’s almost kind of awkward to put your deck on the spot for answers about itself like this; again, do whatever you feel comfortable with, whatever works for you is more than enough). You can find a lot of good spreads in the tarot spread tag on Tumblr, as well as other neat tips and cheat sheets for learning the cards.

Another good tool is the Labyrinthos Academy app for your phone; it’s a totally free app that helps you memorize the general meanings of the cards through little lessons and “homework assignments”, kind of like a free tarot workshop. The art style is really cute, to boot. ^^

Another really good resource for information regarding the tarot is BiddyTarot. I believe they have a Tumblr account, as well as an Instagram and website where you can learn the cards, meanings, spreads and assorted fun tips for readings. (I’m on mobile as I write this whole spiel, so I can’t exactly post any links; also I’m not 100% Tumblr savvy so I don’t really know how to put links in general…)

So, I think that will do it for now for what I can tell you. If you have any more questions or want more in depth research, you can check the witchcraft 101 tags on Tumblr for more information. I’m sorry if my explanation was really long and overly boring (it’s 3am and my brain is trying desperately to sleep at the moment, but I won’t let it) and if I missed anything important, be sure to let me know. It’s always nice to meet others who have chosen this path, and so it’s been my pleasure to welcome you to this community! Thank you so much for coming to me with this question and I hope that your path leads you to the answers that you seek.

Wishing you all the best in your craft!

🗝🔮✨

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