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rogue1of1 · 2 years

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09/07/2022 @1402 and 09/08/2022 @0344

Oh shit what's good dawg! Long time, no see! I haven't had the chance to talk to you in almost six months that's crazy. I know a lot of shit has gone on in your life during that time so might as well unpack it here. Let's get into it.

Mama and Papa's wedding anniversary was beautiful and you even got to perform for them. I know that was probably scary doing that in front of so much people but you pulled through in the end. Shoutout Bakit Pa on being a fire song lol. The wedding was beautiful and I'm so glad it got to happen in the end. Great day overall.

GrooVe had retreat and that was dope getting to bond with everyone on the team. Can't really remember much aside from one of my teammates telling me they liked me even though they already had a mans and staying up hella late with Matt, Eileen, Sean , and Alissa the second night. The Caribbean jerk bowl at that one place was fire too lol. That's really all I remember.

Last time we talked you were telling me about the girl you liked and how you were tryna play the long run widdit but that definitely didn't workout as you got rejected a month later but it's cool no big deal. Got to celebrate Ma's 75th literally the day after getting rejected but being around family was great and yo the backyard looked extra big that night with that tarp up. A great night indeed. I was able to make and record my Afraid piece at the U also. Ma ended up having to go back to the hospital a few days after I made that piece, so everyone was making sure to visit her while she was admitted. As April was coming to a close is when everything changed.

The cousins were out for Mai's bday and you were getting ready to surprise them at Ballast Point since you were out at rehearsal. Right as practice was coming to an end, you saw your watch go off and a text saying everyone needs to get to the hospital because Ma wasn't doing good. Whole fam ended up staying there till almost midnight as none of us knew if she'd make it through the night. A lot of tears and prayers were going out but as the following Sunday morning approached, things were starting to look better as Ma looked like she was doing a lot better compared to the night before. She finally made it home on Monday and it was nice having her back home. Tuesday hit and everything looked to go bad again as we didn't know if she'll make it through the night. Everyone all pulled up to Doh's house and we stayed there overnight just to be sure she would be okay. Wednesday morning hits and we're all still there but slowly everyone left to go home, shower etc but everyone came back. We ran the Rosary and I don't remember if we ate after but all I remember is the parents going to the garage with DRom to discuss whether or not to pull the plug on Ma. The cousins circled around her and we did a toast to Ma that Doh led. Rigt after that she passed and the discussion about pulling the plug didn't matter anymore. Ma saw we were all gonna be okay and went out on her own terms. To this day, I swear she ended up travelling all the way to Vegas and told Tito Jimmy that they gotta go home together as he ended up passing the day right after so the family was in a lot of pain to end the month and rolling into the next month. All we had was each other to keep ourselves up. Just wanna give a major thank you to Adryane for checking in on me every day and even still to this day. If you ever do read this, know I'm insanely thankful for you. I also wanna thank Debs, Drigo, Salem, Matt, and Grace for being there for me as well through it all. I owe y'all everything and y'all deserve the world. So much love and appreciation for y'all.

Those novena nights were very tough to go through but I instantly had the idea to record every night as well as the viewing days so Ma could see just how loved she was by everyone while watching from above. I know she smiling down on all of us.

I was able to tough it out enough to also get back in my dance life and get ready for both the GRooVe set and Debs' Project Soup set. Went to Sean's house for Maddi's bday and ended up crashing at Debs' house since had her performance the following day. After the performance I just remember leaving early and going back to Debs' house with her so she could catch a flight and I could get my car. I ended up getting an insane anxiety attack and drove home to be alone. As I was almost home I still remember a car behind me flashing their lights and when I looked to my rear view mirror, no car was behind me. I knew that was Ma looking out for me letting me know she'll always be watching over myself and the family. It was a big sign of relief for me that we'll be okay just before the week of her funeral.

The toughest part about having to go through all of this is a fact I did not need to know during the time I was told. A good friend of mine told me literally on mother's day and which also was the week of the funeral he was now talking to the girl I just got rejected by. The following day she told me as well. At first I was a lil shook by it but it flew over my head as I had something more important to deal with. Once that passed and now a new situation was at the forefront of my problems I truly did not know how to handle it at first. For someone you called a brother to tell you shit like that and knowing what you're currently going to and add to the fact he wasn't even tryna be there for you, a lot of love and respect was lost. I couldn't be around two people that I was once so close to and one I was a teammate with. I did everything I could to avoid them even though I really was only mad at one. It was a lot to take in but in the end shit got settled for the most part. I've learned to forgive, I don't need to forget but it's okay to forgive. I did what I needed to so I could allow myself to move on from everything negative and just focus on the good in life as best as I could.

Towards the end of May, I went to Vegas with GRooVe to perform out there. Overall a great weekend and I truly believe that's where life began to look up again as I was still going through it. The drive there and back was cool as well as the team and being around them. The two people I couldn't be around were both there and I basically did what I could to avoid them as best as I could. Highlights of that weekend for me are definitely the first night in Matt and Debs' room at the airbnb with them two plus Alissa and Edris, going out with Adryane and Grace after the performance, and driving back home with Grace, Molly and JDR. Within the two days back from Vegas, definitely trauma bonded with Debs and I'd say that's when I truly got a lot closer to her. Debs if you ever read this too, just know I'm maad thankful for you. Thank you for everything these past six months. The foggy air was also cleared with the girl I once liked and that was the start of a healing process for me as well.

Nothing too much in June but started it off with Pop's bday which was beautiful and spending the weekend in Newport was dope. Father's day was shortly after which was also the same day as gfam auditions. Clooby Groovies went to the club hella often lol. The month ended with a trip to SD to perform again which was a great day as well and the last rehearsal of the season was the friends and family night for GrooVe and it was so nice seeing the support from all the homies.

July is the month of family bdays so spent a shit ton of time with the fam and that always makes me happy being around them. Went to Zedd in the Park as Drigo's plus one since he performed. Random ass night but so gas at the same time. Dropped off Debs and Aaliyah at the airport after rehearsal then kicked it with fam right after until literally the morning lmaoo. I got ti teach Eman, Debs and Drigo my Trademark USA piece and they ate that shit up. Then ended the last few days in SD for Debs' class she taught at Legacy and at WOD to watch GRV perform. July was a great month where life started looking very up again and one of the biggest things happened that I can confidently say changed my life for the better. I got a job to be the coach of the U. My fucking alma mater.

First day as coach was at the beginning of July and I got to teach the kids my Nightcrawlers piece and they did good. From that moment on I was set to bring in all the homies I could to teach them so I can show off my talented ass friends to my kids and allow them to grow as dancers as they barely learned shit the previous year on the team. It was dope and still is dope getting to watch everyone grow and the biggest goal is to show them how far they can truly make it in dance and give back everything that was given to me during my time there.

August was also dope as we started the month with starting a new GRooVe set for a performance out in LA. Another SD trip happened for Sky and Eman's classes. The kids getting to do their first performance of the year and they looked good on stage. Salem finally turned 21 and we went out to Universal Studios and that was sick too. The piece I made at 220 rehearsal the day of Debs' SD class, I was able to record. The kids had dance camp and it was so sick getting to bring in Debs, Ariel, Eileen, Kennedy, Ivan and Jan to teach. We finally got to perform our set in LA and it was a bittersweet moment as that was our newest teammates first and last performance with us. Super glad I got to meet Henry and also be able to drop him off at LAX as he went back to Australia. After that I went to SD again for my parents anniversary and it was nice spending the day there with them and then ending the night in Irvine with grass party. Unfortunate my tire blew out on the way home but we got the spare on it (thank you Debs and Tristien for the help) and made it home safe. Had a nice beach day with the kids at the U. We had a final hangout for Edel too before she left back for Canada. Then Hawaii happened to basically end the month. I can go on for days bout Hawaii but I'll leave it at it was beautiful out there and I wish I could live everyday like that lmao.

Here we are now in September and Adryane just taught my kids on Monday and I'm so glad she was able to teach them. I swear an insane inspo to me and an incredible human being. We just surprised Debs to for her birthday and now it's currently her birthday lol.

Just ended rehearsal where Nick taught us and Clancy did her choreo project and they were both fire. Soup shop remains the goated post rehearsal spot in my opinion and here we are now.

A lot of shit was said and I'm sure there's a lot I left out but I'm happy where I'm currently at in life and I hope this month, although a very busy one, will be another great one. I'm proud of you kid and how you overcame a lot of shit. We'll definitely talk soon and catch up on how the rest of this month goes. Goodluck with everything and remember, SOT/SMT bahaha.

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navegandoaciegas · 3 years

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Lock and Key

Pairing: priest!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You own the key to Father James’ pleasure, quite literally.

Warnings: smut, explicit language, 18+ content, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm control (chastity cage), dom!reader, one slap on the face, unprotected sex. It’s all consensual.

Father James is on his knees, head hung low, chestnut tendrils framing his stubbled cheeks.

He’s a sobbing, trembling mess, naked except for the cross around his neck, the collar that chains him to the handcuffs around his wrists, and the chastity cage that’s been restricting his aching cock for days.

The shiny, golden lock sits prettily against the coarse hair on his pubic bone, its matching key perched between your tits, tantalizing him.

A needy whimper shakes his body when you spread your legs, revealing your glistening cunt to his hungry eyes.

“Such a sinner, aren’t you, Father? Breaking your vows like this,” you tut, shaking your head, “You want to touch me, don’t you? Want to feel my tight pussy around your cock, want to fill me up with your cum and watch it drip out of my hole?”

“God, yes, please. Please,” he whines, so desperately that you almost give in. You can’t let him yet: he needs the control you have over him, and the punishments you put him through, just as much as you do.

“Let me feel you, touch you, please angel,” he keeps blabbering, tears pooling in his crystal eyes, “I need you. Let me please you, I’ll be so good to you, I promise.”

“You know you’ve gotta work for that, baby boy,” you hum, cocking your head to the side, “Be a good puppy and show me how bad you want me.”

He nods eagerly, and crawls toward his desk, settling himself at your feet between your spread legs. He inhales a deep breath, and looks at you through half lidded eyes, waiting for your permission.

“Go ‘head.” you urge him.

He doesn’t waste any time before he dives in your dripping wet cunt, delving his tongue in your folds. He eats you out like a starved man, lapping at every drop of your tangy arousal.

The pressure builds steadily in your lower belly, until your walls are burning and throbbing and you’re barely coherent.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve gotten so good at this.” you moan, clutching his hair and tugging at the roots, eliciting a low growl out of him.

The vibration travels straight to your core, making your walls clench around nothing.

You grind your hips against his face, fucking yourself on his pretty pink lips and moaning like a possessed woman, loud enough that God himself could hear you.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” you hiss through gritted teeth, arching your back when he licks a straight line from your entrance to your bud, “Fuck, harder.”

He doubles his efforts then, moaning on your pussy, latching on your swollen clit, teeth barely grazing the sensitive skin around it. He sucks on the bud, tongue swirling between your lips.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, yes,” you shriek, throwing your head back and biting down on your lower lip.

The orgasm is earth shattering, and shakes you from the core to your limbs. The tight coil in your belly snaps, and you gush on his face, covering his mouth and chin with your slick as praises fall from your lips.

Your good boy, perfect, sweet boy.

You see him tug against the handcuffs, accidentally choking himself. A high pitched cry of frustration leaves his lips as he ruts his hips forward, chasing a release he can’t reach. You know it makes him feral, arousal clouding his judgement.

He hasn’t been able to touch his cock, or have a hard on, in days, and he won’t until you decide to let him.

You’re the key to his pleasure, but you intend to keep him caged and desperate a little longer.

“Two more, puppy. I’m sure you can give me two more, don’t you think so?”

He gets to work immediately, and your chuckle at his eagerness.

His tongue prods at your entrance, and he swipes his nose over your clit. Lewd noises soon fill the office. He keeps sucking, lapping, slurping you up until you’re shaking and singing his name, completely debauched.

He brings you over the edge again, and your vision almost blacks out at the intensity of your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at you, so fuckin’ pretty on your knees,” you pant, grunting when he resumes working your cunt with his tongue, “What would the people say if they saw their priest-, fuck, yes, right there-, their priest eat some girl out in the back of the church, right after Sunday mass? No fuckin’ shame you have, puppy. Cross still around your neck.”

Your clit is tender and overstimulated, and his stiff tongue on it is making you writhe and double over above him.

“Couldn’t even wait till Monday,” you snarl, feeling the muscles of your lower belly tighten again, “couldn’t wait to get on your knees for me. I bet you’ve thought about me all weekend, haven’t you?”

You bite your lips, willing yourself to hold back your third orgasm, even though the pleasure he’s giving you is maddening.

“I bet you wanted to reach in your pants and stroke your cock thinking of me, but you couldn’t. Bet that was real frustrating.”

You grip his face, and he looks up at you, red faced and soaked in your release.

“Answer me when I talk to you,” you bark, slapping his face.

You never hit him hard enough to hurt him, just loud enough that the sound bounces off the walls, the way that makes his cock jump.

He whines, fidgeting on the spot, “Yes, I wanted to touch myself for you, angel.”

“Good boy, now gimme one more, and maybe I’ll free you and touch you myself, would you like that?”

“Yes, yes, please, angel, I’ll do anything.”

A slow, adorning smile spreads on your lips. You caress the sticky, sweaty hair away from his forehead as he brings his face between your legs again.

Kissing, worshipping your cunt until the knot in your core unravels, and you’re so overstimulated that your clit is tender and even his breath between your legs hurts.

You sit there, panting, James’ head resting on your lap.

“You’ve been so good, baby boy. So good for me.” you praise, lowering yourself to his level.

His eyes are blown out, darkened by lust, his cheeks are flushed and stained with dry tears, and his chest is heaving.

You twirl the golden key between your fingers, James’ eyes following the movements carefully.

“You deserve to feel good too,” you say, “It’s okay to feel good baby, you understand that?”

You bring his wrists to your lips, tenderly pecking the skin. He nods, lips wobbling a little.

“I need the reminder, sometimes.”

You make quick work of freeing him of the handcuffs and collar, trailing soft kisses from his shoulder to his collarbones, up to his neck, jaw, behind his ears, down again to his nipples, revelling in the way he shudders under your touch.

You roam your hands down to his abs, reaching for the steel cage around him.

“What do you want?” you ask, nibbling one of his stiff nipples between your teeth.

“Get me out, please. I want you so much.” he begs, brushing his knuckles over your hips.

You reach for the key around your neck, painstakingly slow. It clicks when you open the lock, and James takes a deep breath in anticipation. After unfastening the ring around his base and balls, you slip his soft cock out of the cage.

He groans in relief, resting his head in the crook of your neck as you stroke the velvety skin of his length in twisting motions.

The kiss you share is slow and sweet until it’s not, until blood flows back to his cock and he hardens in your hand, achingly swollen and leaking at the tip.

“Please, angel. I need you so bad, need to be inside you now. I’ll be good.”

You nod, and sit back on the desk, spreading your legs for him to settle between.

Your breath gets knocked out of you when he sheathes himself inside you, your slick walls fluttering and accommodating his girth.

You missed the stretch of his cock, the burn of it inside your pussy as he thrusts in and out of you, the slow build up to the throbbing pressure in your core.

You bite his skin, scratch his back, pinch his nipples. Praise him, love him.

His hands worship your body, tenderly caressing every inch of your skin.

“Please let me cum, angel, I need to cum inside you.” he whines, hips stuttering.

You feel him swell inside you, and your own orgasm near.

“Fuck, baby, cum inside me, lemme feel you, fill me up with all your fuckin’ cum.”

With a couple more thrusts, he cums inside you, filling you up to the brim with his release. His orgasm triggers your own, and you cling to his shoulders, eyes rolling to the back of your brain.

His pleasure wrecks him so much that he slumps against you, gasping for air. You can feel his heart beat wildly against your arm.

“Can you hold me?” he whispers, voice soft.

You stay locked in each others' embrace, basking in the warmth of your sweat slicked skin until you both start shiver, and dress again.

You help him in his cassock, fastening the white collar around your neck.

“Did you mean it? When you said I deserve to feel good?” he asks, rubbing his nose against yours.

You hum, pecking his lips.

“You deserve the world, baby boy.”

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Read more priest!Bucky on my masterlist!

A/N: someone on ao3 suggested that punishment might help priest!bucky deal with the guilt of breaking his vows, and I couldn’t agree more! so this is the result.

I hope you guys liked it. Please leave some feedback!

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hateswifi · 4 years

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No More Second Chances: Chapter One

So I accidently delete this earlier and had a mini stress attack. So here it is back again. I hope you enjoy.

Master: Master List

No More Second Chances: Master List

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Marinette loved her family, but they didn’t believe her. They thought she was everything that her classmates said she was. One day she came home to Alya and Lila talking to her parents, Lila was crying.

“I can’t believe you, I can’t believe myself! How could I raise someone who can be so heartless,” Sabine said, rubbing the tears from her eyes.

“Mama I didn’t do it!” Marinette defended.

“Don’t raise your voice at your mother, go to your room. I- We can’t even look at you,” Tom said, pointing at the door leading to the kitchen and upstairs.

“Let me explain though!”

“No, now go,” Sabine said, letting herself be enveloped in her husband’s supportive hug.

“I-” Marinette tries.

“Go! Now!” Tom says, rubbing Sabine’s shoulder. Marinette plopped down on her bed in tears, she’s so happy that Hawkmoth had been defeated or she wouldn’t be able to fight off the akuma. She was now the guardian and was solely in charge of the miraculous. Adrien, her best friend, and partner had been taken into the care of his aunt after Gabriel was revealed as Hawkmoth, leaving Marinette alone to suffer with the class. With no one to stand with her, the class became unbearable.

“Marinette, we are going to sign you up for the exchange program,” Sabine said sternly.

“Why can’t you understand that I didn’t do it? If you don’t believe me, fine, I’ll leave. There’s nothing here for me. My parents don't care and believe me. My classmates wish I was dead, most of them telling me to kill myself, which I have thought about but you wouldn’t that because you gave me so much freedom that it was borderline neglect. But ya know what? it’s fine, might as well lose my home along with the people I used to care about, Tikki let’s go pack!” Marinette screamed, Tikki flying over to comfort the girl.

“It’s ok Mari, I’ll still be with you,” Tikki said, nuzzling her head.

“Marinette, what is that?” Tom asks.

“You mean who! This is Tikki, the only person that cares about me,” Marinette says.

“I’m her kwami, I give her the power to be Ladybug,” Tikki explains.

“I guess if you can’t trust your daughter then you can’t trust Ladybug, the hero of Paris,” Marinette said, pulling her suitcase out of the closet. “When do I leave?” She asks through gritted teeth.

“Well, we started planning this a while ago so Monday,” Sabine cries. “But honey you don’t have to go! Stay here!”

“What were you going to wait till Sunday to tell me? That’s great. Well, I guess I don’t want to be a bother anymore, so you can leave,” Marinette said, grabbing clothes from her draw.

“I’m sorry Honey, please forgive me. You don’t have to leave I trust you,” Sabine pleads.

“Nope, if you can’t trust me, how can you trust Ladybug,” Marinette asks, toiletries from her bathroom. “You don’t care about me, that's all I need to leave. I’ll be back when I graduate to get the rest of my stuff. Then you’ll never see me again, just as you wanted.”

“No, sweetie you can stay with us we love you, we want you around,” Tom said.

“Night, I’m going out, not like you would care or notice,” Marinette said. “Tikki, Spots on.” She said, transforming. “Shut off the light as you leave.”

“Marinette we need to talk about this!” Sabine said, trying to follow her up to the balcony.

“Bye, Sabine, Tom,” Ladybug said, jumping off the balcony. She sat on a roof and cried. She pulled out her phone and tried to compose herself. “A- Adr- Adrien, can I come to visit you tomorrow, well stay at your place till Sunday night?” Ladybug sniffles.

“What happened, Buginette?”

“Sabine and Tom are sending me away because Lila’s lies got to them, I revealed myself as Ladybug to them during my emotional spiel and they want me to stay because of it, but I can’t stay knowing that they don’t trust me, without the knowledge of me being Ladybug,” Ladybug explained, full-on tears rolling down her face.

“Ok that’s a lot, I’ll ask my aunt, I’m pretty sure she’ll say yes, though,” Adrien said. “Breathe with me ok” After she’s calm, she hangs up and grabs her stuff. She leaves her par-- Sabine and Tom a note.

‘Sabine, Tom,

I’m leaving but I’ll be home Sunday night. I will not speak to you, I just need you there so I can leave. Then you’ll see me once after I graduate to get the rest of my stuff. If you seek me out, I will not speak to you then. You’ve destroyed any chance you had at being in my life. For now, this is farewell. My decision won’t change.

- Marinette Jiayang Fu’

As Marinette got off the train, Sabine and Tom read her letter. They cried, not only had they driven their only daughter out of their home, they drove Ladybug out of Paris. She was so detached from them, because of them, she changed her last name. They mourned over their daughter and their mistakes.

“Adrien! I haven’t seen you in forever!” Marinette runs up and hugs him. He decided to meet her at the train station with Gorilla, Adrien convinced his aunt to keep Gorilla as his driver. He was happy to have a familiar face in London.

“How are you doing?”

“I feel free? I guess being away from Paris is like a weight being lifted off of me,” Marinette sighed as she put her duffel in the trunk.

“Finally what took you so long?” a grumpy voice said as she opened the door.

“Sorry Marinette, I forgot to mention, we have to drop Felix off for a meeting before we head back home, ok?” Adrien said, closing the door.

“Of course. How have you been Felix? I haven’t seen you since you came to visit Adrien,” Marinette smiled.

“Fine,” he responds, before opening a manilla envelope.

“Are you taking over your father’s business?” Marinette asks.

“Why does it matter?”

“Well if you are and it makes you happy, I’m happy for you,” Marinette smiled.

“What?” Felix asks looking up from his folder.

“I’m happy for you?” Marinette says, confused.

“Marinette, Felix may be a bit confused because you guys didn’t end on the best note,” Adrien explained.

“That’s all in the past,” Marinette said.

“Oh… um, thank you,” Felix says, looking back down at the papers.

“Don’t mention it,” Marinette said, looking out the window. Gorilla growls, prompting Felix to get out of the car. After Felix enters the building, Gorilla drives off back to the house.

“Aunt, I don’t know if you met my friend Marinette, but she’s here and she’s very nice,” Adrien greets, opening the door.

“Sorry Madame, I just couldn’t stay with my parents, but I’ll be gone Sunday afternoon. My parents are sending me to the states,” Marinette explained.

“I’ll show you to our guest room, Honey,” Amelie said, walking up the stairs. “Brunch will be soon.”

“Ok Ma’am,” Marinette said, opening the door.

“Nope, no ma’am, call me aunt. Adrien talks so much about you,” She smiles. “Get settled in and join us downstairs.”

“Ok, Aunt I’ll see you soon then,” Marinette giggles, closing the door before plopping down on the bed with a sigh she states. “This has been such a long day.”

“It’s only ten o’clock,” Tikki laughs.

“I know but I’ve been up all night,” Marinette complained, flipping to lay face down on the bed.

“I bet they’ll have coffee downstairs,” Tikki said, that was all Marinette needed to be motivated to go downstairs. After a lovely brunch, which included coffee, Adrien and Marinette decided to go to the tourist sights. Later, Adrien would post selfies among other pictures of them together. When she went to bed that night, she passed out.

Marinette woke up early the next morning, being a baker’s daughter and all. The only person awake was Felix, who was sipping tea and looking over his tablet. “Good morning Felix,” Marinette said, brewing a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, how long are you staying for?” He responded, looking up from his tablet.

“I’m going to leave after dinner, I’m catching a train back to Paris, because apparently, I have an early flight,” Marinette sighs.

“Very well,” Felix said, standing. He walks over to the sink and places his teacup in it. “Well, if I don't see you before you leave, have a lovely flight.”

“Thank you, Felix,” Marinette says as he leaves the room. Sunday flew by fast and soon Marinette and Adrien stood back on the train station platform. They hug good-bye with promises to talk soon. As she sat down on the near-empty train she sighed thinking of the journey ahead. When she got close to her house, she transformed into Ladybug and climbed in through the balcony hatch. She showered and went to bed.

When she woke up the next morning, she was met with the smiling faces of Tom and Sabine. She got up, brushed them, grabbed her suitcase, and headed downstairs.

“Please Marinette, reconsider, we’ll stand with you,” Sabine pleads.

She shakes her head and exits, she sits in the car and Sabine and Tom reluctantly get in. “I’m sorry that it came to this,” Tom said, starting the car, his eyes were red and puffy. On the way to the airport, they tried to convince her to stay, even when she was waiting to board her plane, they were still there pleading with her to forgive them. As her flight was called, they didn't hold back their tears.

“May we please have one more hug before we don’t see you again?” they plead, grabbing her hand. Now, Marinette may not be happy, she may be downright pissed at them, but she was not cold.

She nodded her head and they enveloped her in a big wet, tear-filled hug. She broke away, leaving them together to board the plane. She never looked back.

She realized as she sat down as she was looking through her carry on for her sketchbook, they had left something in there for her. It was information about her host family, an apology letter she couldn’t be bothered to read. She now knew who she was supposed to be looking for when she landed. She spent the rest of the trip sketching in her sketchbook, watching Friends, and sleeping.

When the plane landed, she got off the plane and got her luggage. She entered the main area of the airport, where three people with a sign stood. She smiled and walked towards the group. “Hello, are you Marinette?”

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mavlxq · 2 years

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So this’ll be my last post before i make a valentines post. And then it’ll be my last post till the 26th’s since its my account anniversary and then it’ll be my last post till march 11th, why you ask? exams

tomorrow i have my science and ICT(computer) normal exam and then on monday i have my religion exams which are 4 subjects and 4 filled pages to revise on, Tuesday i have my math exam, Thursday i have my arabic exam, next sunday i have 2 exams on arabic social studies and smth we call اسرية its like a study on moral actions and then next monday i have my final on one of the religion subjects then i have a 5 day break that i’ll be cramming with studying for exams so i won’t be able to post shit

so imagine this. Peter has a youtube channel and he really pulls off the vlogging thing and he has a small but loving fanbase of 20K followers

and one day he disappears..for five years

and people in depression of loosing their family/friends/partners resurface his stuff to bring joy to this stupid ass world and one day while Tony is scrolling on social media he finds Peter’s videos and bing watches them while eating ice cream and crying

it brings him a sort of painful but happy emotion(don’t make that kinky tony thinks of peter as a son now stfu u st*rker shippers, disgusting) knowing he might never be able to see Peter again but still watching him bring pure joy into everyone’s lives even if he’s not..there

When Peter comes back from Tony’s funeral he opens every single social media app on his phone to see what he has missed and spends 8 hours on his phone scrolling through twitter,insta,musically(which is now tiktok), youtube and it was his turn to cry

eventually he starts vlogging again now with millions of subscribers who love him and what he does and it brings back a little bit of deja vu from when he was happy

#Until nwh happens

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birth-fic-lover · 4 years

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I’ll birth your baby part 1

As everyone in Fiona’s office packed up for the day one of her work friends asked “any plans for the weekend?”

“The usual” Fiona said, knowing that no one knew what her usual activity was. “Yourself?”

“My husband is taking me to his mothers, gonna try and convince her to give up her snake collection.”

“Good luck” Fiona said picking up her bag. She headed out the door and back to her home, she checked her phone, her client had requested an 6pm appointment.

As she parked her car she spotted her client, not because they had met before but because she was almost 9 months pregnant. She was stood with her husband, “he must be in on this too” she said to herself as she turned off her engine.

She got out and held out her hand “You must be Amanda”.

“Yes, thank you for fitting us in a bit earlier. Me and the hubby wanted to have one last weekend away” Amanda said.

“Of course, you might as well take the chance while you can” Fiona said taking them into her home. “I am glad you found my house alright”.

“Yes, it is a bit out of the way” the husband commented.

“As you can imagine, with doing things like this neighbors would just complicate things” Fiona explained leading them to the examination room. “So as I expained on the phone, I will do one final examination. For your piece of mind and mine, besides my legal team insists. Of course you will get a full birthing report within the week, if I have time before you arrive on sunday I will try and do it then. I know that some like to use an element of truth when recounting their birth story”

“Yes we read over the contract, in the case that our child could develop any disabilities relating to the birth we would contact you directly?” the husband asked.

“No it would be my legal team who would of course inform me, your baby is extreamly healthy and I see no problems from your file.” Fiona helped Amanda onto the examination table, “you are aware of the multibles clause? If you are found to of been carrying twins or more I do have a hefty fee, it’s just to stop any couples trying to get a cheeper price. Besides the suprise on my end isn’t very nice or safe for the babies”.

“Yes we are certain that it is one” Amanda said.

Fiona used the doppler to examine the baby, “yes everything is in order to proceed. Because your child’s father is fully aware of your actions we have a little bit less paperwork”.

“Does that happen often?” Amanda asked.

“Most women decide they would rather tell there loved ones that they braved it alone, including there husband. Or sometimes it’s the cause the father isn’t in the picture, I even work with those who it would be tramatic for them to give birth.”

Amanda nodded, “so how does it work? Is there a device you use to transfer the baby into you?”

Fiona smiled “I have always had the ability to transfur unborn children into me”.

“Oh right” the husband said not fully understanding.

After the couple filled out all the paperwork on the office, they expected to retuen to examination room. But Fiona said “no need I can do it in here, Stan you may want to hold your wife’s hand”.

“Will it hurt?” Amanda asked.

“It will just feel a bit strange” Fiona promised, she took her chair and faced Amanda. She had remebered to put on one of her more looser work dresses so there was no need to change. She put her hands on Amanda’s covered belly and focused.

Amanda felt no pain but she felt like someone had pulled a plug out and all her amniotic fluid was swerling around her womb as it drained out of her. Her belly softened and Fiona’s began to bloat. After a minute she felt her childs placenta ditached from within her, it suddenly disappeared and Fiona suddenly had a full term bump. Fiona’s hands were still on her now flattened belly as she felt the last drops of fluid leave her. Fiona then removed her belly, and smiled at the amazed couple.

“One last set of papers to sign to confirm the transfer” Fiona said, she rubbed her belly while watching them sign. Amanda then put her hand out and Fiona leaned her belly towards it, Amanda smiled as she felt the kick.

Fiona wished the couple a happy trip and promised to call once the delivery was complate.

As Fiona climbed the stairs she realised she had forgotten to set up her birthing room. She sighed, being full term would not make the job easy. The baby was already between her hips. She slowly got to work getting all the fresh medical equipment out of it’s packaging, she then went to put the plastic cover on the bed when she realised that it was downstairs. She walked down one hand on the handrails the other supporting her belly, she went to get the plasic cover and found climbing the stairs slow and difficult now she didn’t have the free hand to support her.

She could feel a back pain starting as she finally reached the room again, she tried to move her back around but it kept it’s strenth. Fiona knew it wasn’t truly a contraction, but that labor was starting in one form or another.

In some ways she was relived, when she had not enough progress and there was less then 24 hours till pick up she would have to resort in breaking her waters or using a drug to start contractions. She wondered if the baby could tell it was in a diffrent womb, she felt some hard kicks during the rest of the evening as she ate some dinner. Just something light to chase away hunger.

As she was wondering if she should sleep in the birthing room that night or not she felt her first proper contraction, she could feel her muscles warming up. But they were not too bad, they never were at this stange. The pains were more annoying than painful, as she was answering emails for future clients. She worked secretly with some charitites that would pay for women with disabilites to use her service. She would always charge the charities a fraction of her usual rate, happy to help those who wouldn’t be able to do the delivery.

As the evening got later she wasn’t able to concentrate on anything but her breathing. When Fiona was in pain, she had a bad habit of holding her breath. She decided to go upstairs while they were still 5 minutes apart, she did not want to be stuck downstairs.

Another benifit of living without neighbors was that in the summer she could labor outside, the cool air would feel good against her sweaty belly. She wished that she could do that tonight, there was something sexual about feeling like an animal grunting and groaning thought her pain surrounded by trees. But her clients had spacifically asked to have the birth documented in detail, she didn’t think they would apprecaite her choosing an outside birth.

As she started to climb she had to stop, “come on baby, we gotta get through this together”. She tried to wait out the contraction still standing, as soon as it was over she continued to climb. She made her camp in the birthing room, she hoped this wouldn’t take all weekend. “It’s lucky your mum and dad gave me over when you did” she said to the bump, this baby was ready.

Over the next few hours all Fiona could do was contend with the contractions as they built up. Fiona leaned against the wall timing her contractions a bit closer now, the pain ramped up quickly on some contractions and wretchedly slowly on others. When she felt peak of the contraction, she would let out long moans as her muscles held her womb tight. Sometimes just as she was feeling some relief, it would tighten up again catching her by surprise.

By the early morning Fiona was in almost in constant pain and the pressure inside her womb was unbearable.She was on the bed and rocked on my knees, anything to dissipate the pressure. She knew that she would need to break her waters at this rate, she hadn’t diatated much in the past hour. The uncomfortable fullness of her womb made her belly seemed to feel fuller and bigger with each contraction.

Fiona longed for the urge to push, she reached to the medical trolly by her bed. She grabbed the amnihook and then tensed as another contraction came, the contraction pushed the baby another few centimetres further into her birth canal. As soon as it was over she inserted the hoot and used to tear open her amniotic sac. She felt her waters leaving her body, with it her contrations go stronger.

Time ticked by as Fiona approached the 4-hour mark since her water broke, her contractions went from 2 minutes apart to 1 minute to seconds apart while their intensity went off the scale. Fiona bore down as her hands kept her legs spread open as much as possible. She could feel her baby spread her birth canal open and slowly descend down it.

She felt the bulge and smiled in relief, it looked like it would not take long now. Each push Fiona was making progress, her belly clenching around her swollen womb as it was happening.

Her swollen belly had decreased in size as bore down again and again, until she pushed once more and her baby reached a full crown. The pain was so immense that it felt like someone had taken a blowtorch to her crouch. The head slowly inched its way out, before a pop of fluids brought the head out and hanging between her legs. She just had the shoulders to contend with now, she took deep breaths and gave a huge push feel both shoulders makin there way out. She didn’t give up, on the next contraction she did the same and the baby side out.

Fiona’s body relaxed as she picked the crying baby up and comforted him, she cut the cord and set to work on the umbilical cord.

A few hours later she had already contacted the parents who had decided to come back early so they could meet their son. Fiona had napped and spent the day cleaning up and writing her birth report. Stan gave her a genorous tip for deliverying there son so quickly, before Fiona could blink it was monday morning. She had magically healed by now, she greeted her work friend. “How was the mother in law?”

“Bad news she tricked us into buy her a new snake, how was your weekend?”

“Got my jobs done quicker then usual so spend sunday resting”.

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onf-headcanons · 3 years

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ONF in Demon AU

A/N : Is clearing idea dumps from drafts, this would be the second version of modern AU

Hi, does anyone remember the idea of illegitimate child of Satan from here and a random Lucifer!Hyojin moodboard here?

ALSO YOU TOTALLY CAN IMAGINE THIS IN A REVERSE WAY, ANGEL AU (where reader is a reincarnation version fragment of Archangel but this one idea dump/establishment will be done for another day)

ALSO you can totally imagine it as deity AU, example that you are Zeus reincarnation but you awaken late and you need to stop Kronos for his rampage. Or even you are Odin and you need to stop Modern version Ragnarok this time. And ONF members could be tie with other Greek/Roman gods. This one will be fun should OH MY GIRL and B1A4 are tied in too. Its just idea I am not sure if I will expand this. But discussions are welcome

(There is no harm to think it as late Victorian or any other era you like, it is just I felt it is better to write in a familiar timeline as I dont want to do something wrong)

So below are just a few establishment for the AU, I am not gonna divide this into 2 scenarios so warning this is going to be long post.

Ok even though I did mentioned illegitimate or forgotten child. This is plausible for your family comes from bloodline that related to demonXhuman ancestors.

Also it truly depends on you. Making into a throne inheritance war or

Reader come of age and their soul are reincarnated royal demon (not neccesary Satan) so there are some demons/demoness guarding you from you are still a child (kinda like those 2 characters from Good omens or Maleficent)

for the above idea, readers magical heritage only awaken once they pass a certain birthday 16, 18 or 20 or 21, up to you. So you suddenly can see mythical creatures.

It could be your bloodline awakened but you are not that qualified to ascend throne or because of your human blood you cannot hide yourself from angel/demon hunter so you have your own demon guardians

Lets say you are imagining on something big world building, again derived from the establishment for familiar au, it is definitely plausible for you to have other "candidates" and they have their demonic godparents/guardians as well

Example, should you go for inheritance war type, maybe you have a distant related sibling(s). It will be fun if you, have ONF members as your guardians while your sibling(s) have other kpop groups. Presumably to name, Dreamcatcher, ONEUS, ATEEZ, PENTAGON or ASTRO... in short its totally flexible.

To add, (and this is an idea i use to draft for fake pilot episode for a homework I worked), you could tally idols and number of idols you wanna integrate into the story to "Lesser Ley of Solomon", linking your bloodline towith King Solomon (*disclaimer, loosely based mythically). 72 demons, how many demons for 1 person is totally depend on you. Whether number of demons/demoness one have on their side equals to their power/ability (or even how many support they obtain) is up to you.

(and disclaimer I am not Christian this is just an idea dump so dont start cultural bashing. again this ia just an idea dump and I am not planning to touch sensitive issues yet.)

Ok enough world building, lets move to story wise.

You could be growing in orphanage it adds more mystery of your bloodline/heritage or similar to the familiar au, living with your family but your family later died on accident. Your parents bloodline combine making you are the perfect vessel for the reincarnation or maybe its a tradition like every 100 hundred years you will reincarnate or something. Again its flexible.

The moment you realize you are seeing things was you noticed similar aura of each person appeared on similar day. You might not get to see who is watching before you actually confronted to the air that you will contact the police

You might really go file a report but after several times the police be like dear there is no a single soul stalking you tho

then out of depressed, you accidentally get yourself into accident and your demon guardian shows up.

Or, because you started to able to see mythical creatures. Mythical creatures starts to notice your existence as well. And that somewhat gives off your location to other candidates through gossiping (should this is inheritance war type of story). Then your guardian show up to protect you when you are attacked by rival sibling’s demons.

Could be you visited some witch to get your ability to see mythical creatures covered up? Recommended by a friendly non related sibling or a friend you made/could be angel?

You thought you only got one but it surprised you that you actually got 7 (later 6)

As this was different from summoning because they are guardians either assigned or volunteered. There is no need for you to provide them anything. And different from familiar au, there is no need to leave them in your home. To ensure your safety they must follow you 247

For now I would be thinking our boys actually guards you in a daily shift. Example, Hyojin on Monday, Changyoon on Tuesday, Seungjun on Wednesday, Jaeyoung on Thursday, Minkyun on Friday, Yuto on Saturday, Minseok on Sunday. (after Minseok departs, the other members rotate themselves to do the Sunday shift)

Since their shift are like that, you sometimes take chance to hangout with them. Eating out with Hyojin, Arcades with Yuto. mostly happens Sunday.

I am thinking it might be fun which your predecessors of the throne are very eager to get the throne, you are just trying to keep out of trouble. So in another way, demon ONFs get to experience the modern human world in a more chill way, it was not just guarding you, but also trying to experience human world. You could like summon them?/keep them by your side just like a normal sibling (Especially if you are the type that grow up alone without any siblings)'

Cues in ONF members actually understand your preference and remembers them very well. So you could not help relying on them as days pass by.

You are defo gonna get an ultimate rival and a friend that shares the same circumstances as you. Maybe the first rival sibling ends up being your friend after they know you are not intending to compete. But there are some rivals are more aggressive out there.

Could be you knew a few demon hunters but they know you meant no harm and then they just let you go

It will be more fun if existences of your kind triggers inner civil war between demon hunters/angels. Because there is also some distant “siblings” of yours wish to live their live quietly but some parties does not agree of letting your kind roaming free and feeling the bloodline must end.

Should you are the type to compete for your birthright (because you are too irritated of people keep coming to kill you non stop). They are happy to serve you till the end as you embracing your darker side. (Well I am not sure to give ONF members and reader loveline here so I will not talk about it for now)For this version, to explain Minseok’s departure , I would prefer that Minseok is back at hell to be your team’s spy, monitoring all political moves and changes.There are still bottom line morality, you are not really slaughtering your way through. But you do make sure the other party wont come to look for trouble anymore.They are going to train you to make sure you are ready. Fighting in physical and magic.That friendly sibling joins on training you too.

You are definitely getting strict critiques from Hyojin and Seungjun during the beginning of your training.

My preferences, you get a friendly sibling(s) where their demon guardians end up being BFF with yours. (RTK and MIXNINE side effect, sorry)

Characterization should be the same as those I have established from the familiar au. Just the world building and some settings that are slightly different.

Hyojin is to keep the trait of his preference on human food

Changyoon is to keep his nagging trait

Seungjun might help you with studies (not solidify him as a nerd but there is tendency that he will)

Jaeyoung is more to the body guard type

Minkyun defo gonna make friends with stray animals (either you house ends up becoming pet shelter, you becoming a foster mom for animals or you cannot keep any because you are allergic but mental supporting Minkyun is up to you)

Yuto definitely is the quiet but alert type same goes with Minseok

My preference stereotype for them would be the cinnamon rolls that would kill

Sometimes they might go.. “ I am a known demon back in hell but why I am doing this babysitting shit?”

But then ends up enjoying stuffs human does lol

Changyoon enjoying TikTok lol, they got famous because of their contents.

Defo gonna have movie night.

It will be funny if ONFs as demons themselves, got scared at the monsters/ghosts seen in horror movies. Bonus if you actually not scared of horror movies. And they are gonna question you out of disbelief like why the hell are you not scared? How can you not even flinch a single bit?

Reason : monsters and ghosts imagined by human beings do not look the same based on their knowledge.

They sometimes show themselves to other humans but rarely. Mostly just being the unseen follower behind you.

Cues in sometimes they forgot they are invisible, and picks up something from the mart and it gave people a fright. Example, Changyoon or Minkyun passes through a nice outfit and just took the hanged outfit out to place in front of himself, only to realise what he did after looking into a mirror nearby

Hmm my thoughts, Jaeyoung and Minseok would be the ones who would always their visiblity when you are out with them.

Hyojin and Changyoon would be the ones who prefer to keep their invisibility

Copying from familiar au, should you attend college or university, people might thought some members of demon!ONF are your boyfriend.

At first when they changed pattern starts to live close to you, they could not get the concepts of moral of human being well. You will be guiding them.

Could happen that you are so pissed off by someone at work and you could not help but ranting when you are at home.

(Of course the demon!ONF on that day saw what happened but you did insist on them to not do anything)

They might go like : “ Should I kill them for you?”

You : “What?”

Random ONF member : “I can do it to make look like an accident you know.”

You : “OMG NO”

You : “You know maybe you can try to mend things when they are trying to frame me on purpose.”

Random ONF member : “Gotcha”

For the you are not competing scenario, they would be always keeping you safe from harm until you died. Should you get married, you let them participated as relatives/friends. Cues in they even help you take care of your child later on. It could be even fun if you child does not inherit bloodline but they can see ONF members

I will stop here will write another post should i have more ideas to add.

Welp of course for a third option scenario, would be you being a supporter the friendly sibling of yours. You just wanna stay safe so you acted like an advisor role for that candidate, helping them to gain power but not participating directly. Like I said its flexible

For this one I would like to write it as you are just trying to chill with your quiet life but demon hunter, angels and aggressive candidates keeping coming at you.

Also for this one I would link to the point of unfavorable and forgotten child part.

Less favourable child gets assigned with less powerful or less aggressive demons

So for this story ONF aren't high class fighter demons at all. But they do excel in magics.

In opposite, you could the one who knows how to fight maybe because you are quite rebellious in personality.

The moment you found out there 3 parties wanna kill you and innocent less aggressive candidates, you snapped.

Maybe some candidates heard of your friendly sibling name and they rushed over to seek help. End up bump into you instead.

You : what kind of dad is *your biological demon dad name*?"

Cues in Demon ONF keep calming you down because they are afraid that rumours of you belittling your demon father might make their king angry

But you have your attitude and no shit is given. Because you understand that your life your destiny is in your own hands.

You : I wanted a peaceful life alone but now I have to deal with Angels, hunters and a bunch of siblings that I never met , never knew about each other, who all wants me dead.

You : its not fair.

To end it once and for all, you suggested to the friendly sibling to find other candidates that do not have any intentions to compete for throne. Form allies with them so that later own they could get votes for the throne and the rest of the gang could get a decorative chill title while living a peaceful life

Also suggested to the sibling of yours make use of the allies to protect less aggressive candidates

It worked politically. As most of the candidates work on slaughtering others to cut secure birthright, your ideal and policy of strengthen inner then tackle threat gain more favour. Finally your sibling gets the throne.

And you and your other members of allies might get duke duchess or something

This version of story would have and need slot of mind games. Political games as well. (Will be interesting to write but there will waaaaaay too much characters to take note.)

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rvmmm21 · 4 years

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Wendy loves Irene, but Irene doesn't know it yet? Soft stalker Wendy please...? ;o

wait a sec. how do you softly stalk someone. D: guise ngl i might take yandere off my thing cos i thought i was eugh but boy oh boy... some of the stuff you ask me. no wonder you guys are on anon lol.

also, soz this took so long. i’m done with exams so the stress isn’t making me write fast anymore. ):

...

To have it all just out of arm’s reach.

On Monday, Joohyun wears a pastel pink cashmere pullover over a grey jersey tank top and a pair of work slacks. Tuesday, she leaves in an elegant Vetements body-con dress with red-bottom heels. Day-off Wednesdays are for late morning coffees and messy hair buns on the way to the park after last night’s dinner with friends, and she sports a matching Adidas tracksuit; different colour every time. Although it’s undeniable she looks best when she dons her baggy black Balenciaga Political Campaign hoodie, sweater paws and all, with charcoal sweatpants, pin-rolled at the cuffs. Weekends are superior by far.

The pain is beautiful.

Every Sunday night, she steps out in washed-out flip flops, crinkled pyjama bottoms and a fuzzy hood draped over her head. The crease in her brows, the crinkles in the corners of her eyes and the upturn of her mouth gives away crystal clearly how she feels about taking the rubbish out to the bins. Her friends take up most of her free time, be it picnics under the shade of the mammoth oak tree just outside her apartment, sneaky ice lollys after a hard gym session, or a shoulder to cry on and a heart-warming smile. It is obvious Joohyun goes out of her way to make time for the people she cares about. Selflessness, grace and compassion frame her better than any painting in the Louvre.

The lament; absolutely gorgeous.

Her little quirks are too adorable to ignore; the way she’s her cosiest when she’s curled up with her nose in a book, knees pulled up to her chest and folded neatly into herself. It’s so cute the way she hides her flustered smile behind her palm, when she hastily wipes tears away after a devastating tv episode, her rose quartz blush when she spots a random couple kissing by the corner of the street. She’s her happiest after a warm shower, when she gets to put on her favourite Champion hoodie fresh out the dryer. She spends the rest of the day intermittently burying her snout into the tunnel of her sleeve and taking the deepest breaths she’s seen a person take, ever. Joohyun has a downright thing for good smells.

Speaking of good smells…

She breezes by the park bench sometimes, and the scent of minty vanilla crawls beneath her skin. Her laugh has every bone in her body aching with cherry blossoms and sweet cyanide; bright, airy, full of mirth. Her voice; soft-spoken. To press chaste kisses to strawberry macchiato pouts, to spend each day gazing upon ethereal features, to watch eyelashes flutter when she kisses her once again for good measure; she wants to adore absolutely everything about her. Seeing Joohyun upset and not being able to catch every crystalline drop out of those twinkling eyes twists the clamp around her heart several notches tighter. Doing everything at once or nothing at all, she’s endearing, and she finds herself willing to gamble everything she owns for a chance to get to know the woman behind the smile. The woman who’s had stars sewn into her soul by the galaxy itself. Even in the dead of night, Joohyun bathes her in her dazzling golden rays. Dilated pupils observe her world through rose-tinted lenses.

Seungwan glances down at the recycled notebook in her hands, gently flipping through the mindless doodles; some rushed, some immaculately detailed, depending on how long she was out for that day. Each sketch is labelled with bendy arrows and bullet notes, like a sloppy year 7 science poster; her outfits, colours, the weather, and several weeks’ worth of scribbled down medium espresso orders from the local coffee shop. Eyes roll fondly at that one time Joohyun mistook the salt for the sugar, sheer disgust and embarrassment stencilled onto her pretty features as she proceeded to order another one. So cute.

“Just waiting for my girlfriend,” she blurts absently, not actually having heard what the man passing by had asked her but churning out one of her automated replies out of habit. It was usually what they wanted to know, so it was usually the right answer. Some of the faces, the older ones, she recognises. They’re regulars at the park she sits at, probably getting their steps in.

Only half of her dreadfully practiced response is true, but Seungwan can’t bring herself to see why that’s a problem.

Because it isn’t.

Yes, watching Joohyun hurts her in ways unimaginable, but every day Seungwan sits across her residence, she is one day closer to figuring out how she’ll slip herself into Joohyun’s life. She’s already equipped with a handful of possible scenarios, all that’s left to do is pick one and strike when the iron is hot. So, till that day comes, she is more than content to just be here, park bench or not, rain or shine, and watch her do it all over again.

As pastel hydrangea clouds eclipse the sun, she concludes another chapter in her self-written bible of everything there is to know about the woman who’s yet to know her.

She inhales, slow and deep, imagining the vanilla mint fragrance stroking her lungs.

Joohyun is a waiting game, and Seungwan will wait as long as she needs to.

#red velvet #red velvet scenarios #wenrene #idk how to do this so this is just greasy stalker wendy #yikes #please someone explain to me what the heck soft stalking is #is stalking not just stalking regardless #kpop scenarios #girl group scenarios

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subasekabang · 4 years

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Past Nova - Chapter 02

Title: Past Nova - Chapter 02

Rating: T

Word Count: 12,665 [Ch 02: 3699]

Pairings/Characters: Neku Sakuraba. Beat. Shiki Misaki. Rhyme. Sota Honjo. Nao. Joshua Kiryu. Sota/Nao.

Warnings: Past Character Death mentions.

Summary: Neku and his new friends find that they’ve been brought back to life, time wound back as if the three weeks had never happened. It’s something that they don’t have time to adjust to though, as Neku realises that Sota and Nao are still alive, with no guarantee that the two won’t end up back in the UG. Even without a timer on his hand, time is ticking down - but Neku isn’t going to let Sota and Nao disappear without a fight. Not again.

Partner: @licobleps & HB Kit

Author’s Note: So, we’ve got our misson set and things are ready to kick off! Hope you enjoy this chapter too!

“Sota, I was wondering, like, how would you catch a star?”

Stars were pretty high up. Nao knew Sota wouldn’t actually be able to catch a real star. She totally wanted to hear what he would do, though. Like, he had to at least try.

He adjusted the white band around his elbow, something Nao knew he did when he was really trying to think hard.

“Maybe I’d shoot something at it. Fireworks or somethin’. Knock ‘em right outta the sky.” His mouth stretched into a boyish grin.

He looked younger when he did that.

“And then, what?”

“Hm, I dunno. You got any ideas?”

Nao thought about it for a moment.

“You could totes set up a net under it. To catch it when it falls!”

She knew it - they came up with the best things when they did so together.

Chapter 02 - Nuclear Crossing

The sensation of waking up, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling was something that Neku should be familiar with. Instead, he found his hands clawing below, searching for concrete and meeting with softness instead. Those were three long, long weeks in the game and he suspected that it would take longer than another three for him to stop expecting to wake up in the middle of the scramble crossing.

It was odd, yesterday when they had parted ways. Neku had met up with his friends for the first time but it was also the first time that he had said goodbye to them. At least, goodbye with a certainty of seeing them again soon.

So soon, that it seemed like no time at all before he had breakfast and his parents left for work. Then here they were, at his doorstep. He was glad that it was a Monday; he didn’t know if he could muster up an explanation on how he suddenly had friends that could come over during the summer break. Up until now, he had always gone out, left the house as fast as he could.

He felt a knot tie up in his stomach, as he watched Shiki, Beat and Rhyme take off their shoes. Is my place clean enough? Did I buy enough snacks? Do they even want to be here?

Normally with a mission, he wouldn’t have to think about these things. This time, though, there was no physical timer on their hands. The day wasn’t going to go by without them noticing.

There was no Pact that meant that they had to stick around him.

That was the reason Neku kept thinking of what he would have thought to be really trivial things in the past. He couldn’t help it.

Can I keep the friends that I’ve made?

Even with the reassurance that they would help him with this (of course they would, they were good people, better than Neku had been), outside of a life and death situation, would they still want to be around him?

What the hell is with me?

Neku didn’t understand. He wasn’t worried about this yesterday. He didn’t think he could be worried about this.

“Do we get to see your room?” Shiki grabbed his attention back with that question.

No, not yet, he thought. “Sure,” is what he said instead.

The apartment he and his parents lived in was comfortable enough. Nothing too big, nothing too small. His room was similar in that sense. If Neku were to describe it in one word, he’d say it was ‘practical’. He supposed that something that might stand out was his -

“Check out all this CAT merch, yo!” Yeah, that.

Embarrassingly enough, he had convinced his parents to get him a bookstand that, while it did host a humble few textbooks, was mostly taken up by works by CAT. As CAT ventured into many of the creative arts, there was an assortment there from small posters, to keychains, to handcrafted statues. Posters designed by CAT were hung around his bedroom, too.

“Didn’t know you were this into CAT, Neku.” Shiki sounded surprised.

Neku had to remind herself that she had only been around him when he was missing his memories. “Yeah, I wasn’t kidding. I really admire CAT’s - Mr. Hanekoma’s work.”

She took one more look at the displayed items, then a quick look over at the rest of his room. “I like your room,” she said, decidedly. “It’s very ‘you’.”

“Yeah, your crib’s cool, Phones.”

“Home is where the heart is, after all.”

“…Thanks.”

He could feel his shoulders relax and his mouth curve upwards. It wasn’t really that he wanted their approval about his room specifically but…perhaps he was actually more concerned about being liked by them than he realised. Something that he just hadn’t clocked in, since he hadn’t cared about what others thought of him before.

“I’ll be right back.” He left, for five minutes, before returning with a plastic bag full of chips, chocolates and other sweets that he had bought from the convenience store yesterday. He plopped them on the floor. “I thought we could eat while coming up with a game-plan.” They sometimes mulled over the next steps of a mission over a food break, so there was no reason for this to be any different.

Beat didn’t need to be told twice, as the boy dove for the snack bag and snagged the norishio flavoured chips, chucking konsome ones at Rhyme. Neku rolled his eyes, before taking out some rice crackers and passing them along to Shiki. They ended up sitting in a circle with the snacks in the middle.

This was what Neku thought it would be like if he were to have a study session with friends; although they were all there for more serious matters.

“So, from Joshua’s message, we have until Sunday before…the deadline.” Before they die. “If we want to help save them, I think we need to try and find out how they died the first time around.”

This was something that Neku had been thinking about.

Since he had gotten home last evening, after they all agreed that they needed to come up with an actual plan, it had been all that was on his mind.

“We know exactly when they died. Aside from the ‘how’ we’re also pretty much clueless on the ‘where’. What we do know is that it’s within Shibuya. Luckily for us, we’re all pretty much experts on running around everywhere in this town.”

“You’ve got that right,” Shiki said, only just barely audible. “So, we know they were hanging around at the Scramble on Saturday? Do we just wanna try and find them then?”

Neku shook his head. “I think that would be leaving it a bit late. And I don’t think we could follow them all day until Sunday. Even if that was going to be our plan, that’s if we can find them on Saturday.”

“Ain’t it the same thing if we found them sooner? Wouldn’t we still be tryna’ follow them ‘till Sunday?”

“I was…maybe planning to well…” He lowered his voice. “Maybe try and make friends with them.”

There was a slight pause, as all three of them stared at him.

He scratched the back of his head. “You know. If we made friends with them, maybe we could just…ask them where they planned to be on Sunday.” Still quiet. “We could just exchange numbers and maybe hang with them until the time passes.”

Shiki was the first one to break the silence - with a laugh. It wasn’t a cruel laugh, however. “You really have changed, haven’t you, Neku?” If anything, the tone she had laughed in and had spoken in had a soft quality to it. He might even call it affectionate.

“I guess.” He knew that. She didn’t have to say it out loud, though.

Beat and Rhyme jumped in to agree with her enthusiastically, all three breaking into big smiles.

Well.

Maybe having it said wasn’t too bad.

“Anyway,” he cleared his throat, “they were the ones who approached me and Joshua, so I think that it’d probably be easy to make friends with them.”

The way Sota and Nao selflessly offered the two their help, even if it might cost them the win - it was something that Neku appreciated all the more after coming back to life.

“That still leaves us the problem of finding them,” Rhyme pointed out.

“Right, so I wanted to ask you guys. You did that…people-watching thing a lot, didn’t you? Back when we could scan.”

“You bet,” Beat laughed, “man, remembering some of the things people were thinking cracks me up.”

“Speak for yourself, Beat.” Shiki sighed. “I swear, I kept scanning people who were either complaining all the time or…well thinking things that probably should have been left unscanned.”

Neku was not going to ask Shiki to elaborate on that one. “Did you guys remember picking up on anything that first week? Anything that might be a clue? I think it’d be helpful if we scanned something related to them on the seventh day but obviously, we were all a little preoccupied.” As he said that, he gave a little apologetic nod to Rhyme, realising that she wasn’t really part of that, of course.

There was another lull, where each of them tried to remember something, anything that might be a clue. He wished he had paid more attention to people that first week. There was no guarantee that they would find anything concrete, but it sure as hell would useful.

“You know, actually.” Shiki scrunched up her face. “I think that I scanned some guy…I think he was a detective or something. He was looking for a blond ganguro girl. That would match the description of Nao.”

“Dunno ‘bout that, Shiki. There are a lotta blond ganguro girls in Shibuya.”

“That’s true,” said Shiki. “‘Sides, this guy was looking for a suspected criminal. Doubt it’s them since they were helping Neku out.”

“I can’t say I knew them well enough to say they’re not criminals but that’s definitely not the feeling I got from them.” No, he didn’t know them closely but what he did was enough. “I mean, we can’t be sure. Either way, it doesn’t really give us a clue on how to find them.”

Seemed like they would have to go with Plan B.

“In that case, the other thing that I wanted to ask you guys was - do you think you guys can ask around if anyone you know, knows anything about Sota and Nao? I’d do it myself, too, but I don’t really have…anyone to ask.”

At that, both Shiki and Beat stiffened up. Hm? That’s strange.

“Shiki, do we think you could ask Eri?”

“I - uh, I guess that would be okay.” Her eyes were suddenly indiscernible behind her glasses, as she shifted them.

Neku saw Shiki’s other hand curl up tightly.

“Hey.”

Shiki looked up at him.

“Don’t sweat it, we don’t have to.”

Her expression seemed to harden but Neku didn’t want to push. She told him to take his time yesterday if he needed it. He wanted her to feel the same.

“Sorry.”

He didn’t know what was bothering Shiki - he thought that she had resolved her troubles with Eri but it was beginning to seem like that wasn’t the case. He hadn’t asked. I should have asked. He could sense that now wasn’t the appropriate point to do so, though. She’d tell him when she was ready to.

Turning to Beat, he could see that his other friend was equally hesitant to say anything. Neku wondered if Beat had a reason too, why he didn’t want to ask anyone. Perhaps…he also didn’t have many friends? Neku just assumed that he did have some. When they first met, Beat seemed to want to get along fine. Until Neku showed off some of his old attitude, and Beat stormed off but that was Neku’s fault, he could admit to that. He didn’t want to push Beat either, but now they were kind of stuck.

“Neku, I think I have some friends I can ask,” Rhyme said.

Oh right, Rhyme.

“Thanks but…aren’t you a bit…young? I think Nao and Sota are a bit older than us so I don’t know if you’d know anyone who would hang around them.” He also doubted that with Beat as a brother, she would be hanging around with older kids a lot, if Beat wasn’t around others either.

“Yup but I’ve got a friend - he’s a classmate from school. He’s not afraid to talk to older people, though he could stand to, I think. He’s really into Tin Pin so he just challenges everyone he meets into the game,” she explained. “Even adults…including the nice grannies who live around our area.”

“Do the grannies play Tin Pin?” Shiki asked.

Neku shot her a look. Not the time.

She shot one right back at him that said ‘I know you were thinking the same thing’.

“Some of them do.”

Huh, you learn something new every day. “Hold up…Tin Pin.” Don’t tell me - “This guy’s name doesn’t happen to be Shooter, does it?”

xxxxx

“DO YOU GUYS PLAY TIN PIN?!” The boy’s voice sounded like someone had gotten hold of a tv remote, aimed it at him and turned the volume all the way up to maximum.

Neku debated whether to say yes or no.

“Didn’t you say you got pretty good at it, Neku?” Shiki had to open her big mouth

Right, maybe he shouldn’t have told her all about it on the way to meet Shooter. It was a bit of walk from his place to Tipsy Tose Hall and they were all asking about how he knew Shooter. He may have…embellished his skill in Tin Pin ever so slightly. Look, he did beat Shooter in their practice round, okay?

“Oh yeah?” There was a glint in his eyes that Neku wasn’t quite liking. Shooter moved to adjust the red bandanna around his head. Tugged at his jacket. Tightened the straps on his fingerless gloves. “Then I challenge you to a slam-off!”

Ah shit, Neku thought, here we go again.

…

Only a few minutes later, Neku had been completely humiliated in front of his friends.

“Oh, it’s okay, Neku.” Shiki patted his shoulder, reassuringly.

“Right on! You weren’t bad, but you need to put a little more POW into your attacks, if you know what I mean?”

“Uh yeah, ‘more pow’. Gotcha.” Was he disappointed? No! Of course, not.

…Fine, maybe a little bit.

“Hah, you suck!”

Neku glared at Beat. “I’m just a little out of practice!”

“Really? We can count it as a warm-up if you’d like, bro? Wanna go again?”

“No, I’m good,” Neku said, immediately.

Before Shooter could protest, Rhyme interrupted him. “Good job, Shooter! Nice play.” Rhyme and Shooter shared a very light fist-bump.

“Thanks, Rhyme. Gotta get some practise so I don’t lose again to you. Can’t keep letting my rivals get ahead of me all the time. Just you wait, the next one is gonna come in with a WHAM.”

There was so much that Neku wanted to ask after witnessing that exchange but they needed to keep focused on the task at hand.

“Shooter, all sorts of people come through the Stride, don’t they?”

“Yeah! I mean, everyone plays Tin Pin!” Shooter said this like it was obvious. “If there are people out there who don’t play Tin Pin they should play Tin Pin. I’ve been trying to get my gramps to play with me but he keeps saying he’s busy with his store!”

Looks like what Rhyme said about him challenging grannies must be true, then. Wonder if Tin Pin has specific categories for senior citizens…

Looking around the Stride right now, there were quite a few setups for several Tin Pin matches to go on at the same time. While the majority of players did seem to be around Rhyme and Shooter’s age-group, he did spot a lot of older kids and adults here too. Looked like anyone could get into Tin Pin.

“You know anyone named Sota Honjo? Or Nao Akahoshi? They’re usually together.”

Shooter thought for a moment and the longer he took, the more Neku started to believe they hit another dead end.

“Oh wait, is he the guy who wears shades on his head?”

Neku’s heart started to race. “Yeah, him!”

“Yeah I know him! He’s a bit of a rookie, started coming around here not long ago. He’s only a little worse than you though, bro.” Neku would not take offence to that. Nope. “Haha, though he totally wanted to take on the tournament next week. I dunno if it’s too early for him but you can’t gain experience without slamming! Oh hey, you wanna join the tourney?”

“No thanks, I’ve already done - uh, I mean - I’ve already got plans.”

That was close.

He avoided his friend’s eyes, knowing they were probably all going to hound him for it later.

“Do you know when he’s going to be here next?” Neku pushed through, determined to get the information he needed.

“Bro, I wish! I tried to challenge him when I saw him near Miyashita Park. He told me to go home, though. Saw him heading towards the Shibuya river side of the park. Think he hangs there a lot.”

It wasn’t anything concrete but it was a lead nevertheless.

“Guess that’s where we’re going then. Thanks Shooter. C’mon guys.”

Thinking it best to leave before Shooter could demand another slam-off, Neku tilted his head towards the exit and began walking towards it. Rhyme and Shiki started heading out, but Beat did not move.

That’s weird. He was usually first out the door.

His back was towards Neku and he couldn’t see Beat’s expression but he suspected that it was similar to the one he had on back at Neku’s place.

“Beat? You coming?”

“Yeah…les’ go.”

xxxxx

This really was strange.

Beat wasn’t saying a word as they made their way to the park. He wouldn’t stop talking when they were going to the Stride but now? Nothing. He was also lagging behind even Shiki.

If Neku noticed it and Shiki noticed it, judging by the way she kept looking behind her and then back to Neku, then Rhyme must have noticed it. She didn’t give any indication of it, though. Was that on purpose?

This was another thing that Neku had to ask about. Later, after they had found Sota and Nao.

They didn’t exactly run to the park but it hadn’t been a gentle walk either. Finding his breathing to be slightly laboured he gestured for them to stop by the entrance of the park. He looked around the area. It was one of Shibuya’s more run-down locations.

While it wasn’t such a large area, they still needed somewhere to begin. He asked if they should split up to cover more ground. He would need to give a bit more detail, he suspected. Since Shiki and Rhyme agreed to it fairly quickly he started to give them a bit more description of what they looked like.

“Like I said to Shooter, Sota had shades. I don’t know if he’d be wearing the same thing but he also had ripped jeans. Some kind of black vest. Think he had a watch and a few necklaces. White armband. Think he had some piercings too.” He actually surprised himself with how much detail he remembered. Briefly, he wondered if having memory loss once meant that your memory was better once you got them back. Another question to ask, someday.

“Alright, so should we split up into two groups?” Shiki nodded at him. “Neku and I one way and you two in another?”

“Wait, Shiki.”

Beat had finally spoken up.

“It ain’t…it ain’t a good idea to split up.”

“Hm? This place is a little shady but it isn’t that bad.” As far as Neku knew, at least. “Beat?”

“…I think I know where they’re at.”

“You what?”

This time, Beat did start sprinting off. It was all they could do to keep up with him. They were heading deeper into the park and past any area Neku had visited before, or heck even known about. They were heading towards the side, near the Shibuya river as Shooter had mentioned, but down a path leading to the junction to the housing areas.

“Who’s there?”

Oh no.

Beat had led them to the edge of the park, with stairs dipping down from the raised ground. Several people were sat on these steps and they did not look like the friendliest bunch. Or at least, most of them didn’t.

“Oh hey! Beat, that you, man?”

Two of them got up.

Shit.

He had been looking for them. He had wanted to find them.

But -

Sota, sorry… I can’t…

Nao! Stay with me! We’re finishing this thing together!

I’d…love to…but it…doesn’t look like I can. Sorry…Sota…

- he found himself staggering backwards.

He would have fallen over if Shiki hadn’t jumped to his side to steady him.

“Wow, is your friend, like, okay there?”

Neku wanted to answer on his own but couldn’t. He could open his mouth to speak.

They don’t know me.

He knew they wouldn’t.

They’re alive.

He was so relieved they were.

And they…know Beat?

“Well, well, well. Lookie who showed up here?”

This didn’t come from either Sota or Nao but from one of the other people sat on the stairs. He wasn’t standing up but somehow his gaze managed to seem as if he was looking down on them.

“Did ya change your mind?”

The man tapped at his white arm-band. All of them were wearing white arm-bands.

“Beat, what’s going on?” Neku was suddenly aware that Shiki’s grip on him had tightened.

“Yeah, c’mon. What’s going on that you had the balls to come back here, huh ‘Beat’?”

This time the man did stand up and he towered above them all.

“Or should I still be calling you -

Beat didn’t flinch and met this man’s gaze head-on.

“ - ‘Mad Boar’?”

#TWEWY #The World Ends With You #TWEWY Bang 2020 #Subarashiki Kono Sekai #thestormfall #submission

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Tuesday 7 January 1834

8 1/4

11 35/..

A little pressing and grubbling last night but I am not for more of it than I can help –

Read prayers – breakfast at 9 1/2 – very fine sunny morning till about 10 – rain between 10 and 11 for some time then fine again – read the Saint James’s chronicle London 3 days a week paper – out about 11 1/2 walked with Miss Walker by Lower Brea and along my walk to here – she paid her visit to my sister and was a little while in the drawing room with my aunt, and a longish while with me in my study – lent her (took back with me) volume 38 of the British Essayists – then walked back with her to Lidgate to leave the book, and then to Cliff Hill where I left her at the gate at 2 40/..

Then here and came to my study – wrote out yesterday and today –

Wonder how all this will end? she makes sure of me if she chooses and talks as if we both do as all was fixed but still she says nothing positive I do not care much about it and perhaps I shall get off again without her and then be rid of her –

Finished my letter to Mariana dated Sunday, yesterday and today – tell her to cheer up – ‘things happen so oddly, - we are always so little able to calculate on fate; and there is generally so much good we never think of, that, trust me, it is a mauvais calcul (miscalculation) to look too attentionally on the darker side of anything – How can we say that even our mistakes shall cost us dear as we fancy they must? In these matters, we pay only by instalments; and the remainder of our debt is often forgiven us when we least expect it –

Think not, Mary, of ‘unstrung nerves’ – Think only that with increased experience and improved discernment, you have addressed powers of setting right the wrong, and of bending circumstances more and more as you would have them – I remember what you allude to, about my aunt – it was rather an observation to me, than a message to you – you know my aunt’s regard for me, and should make much allowance for a feeling that might have been your own, had you been in her place you say ‘my head and my words are very common place, but my heart has no affinity with either’ – Monday afternoon, 6 January. ‘This may indeed be more true than you ever before taught me to believe; but, remember, our most familiar friend must judge of us in some sort by our words; and we ourselves should watch these narrowly when we know that they are not in unison with, or do injustice to, our feelings – But cheer up my dearest Mary’…..

Wiser now than before can estate persons and things more fairly – I believe her happiness will improve beyond her expectation – she richer in friends than most people – to call on Lady Eastnor, and if not at home send note to say sorry and was in Cheshire at the time or should have had the honour of waiting on her on the 6th – do not give the exact form of the note because know not the style she has written in before –

Again bid her cheer up – “I never despaired of you or myself – if I see you dispirited and unwell, it must make me uneasy and unhappy in the midst of all the blessings that may surround me – Pray what was the gipsy’s prophecy? I am curious to know – Do pray tell me – But the fact is, you yourself are the gipsy, the fortune-teller and the fortune-maker – Providence leaves us free – ‘Tis we enthral [ourselves] and you twisted round the thread of my fate; for I had left it in no human power but yours –

“Miss Walker’s return is indeed odd – your surprise could not exceed my own – But do not let your conclusions run on too rapidly – now that I have taken my fate into my own hands, believe nothing till I tell it you myself – I know well enough what all the world will think; - but all the world may be wrong – you cannot be otherwise then interested about me; and I shall not leave you to hear my history 2nd hand – all I wish at present is a better account of yourself’ –

Scarcely know what to think of my aunt – ‘she suffers a great deal; but still I cannot help agree with Cordingley, that she may and will linger many months’ – Eugenie sleeps in my room – I here 3 or 4 hours in the day and then return to Lidgate – ‘If the house was my own, more pains could not be taken to make me comfortable’ – but back and forwards work not agreeable and no chance of its ending these 3 or 4 weeks –

‘By the way, Miss Walker says she remembers you, and, I daresay, would count upon your good wishes – I have been at Copenhagen since last year; and my thoughts wander there at times’ – you know the only instance in which I have ever thought myself hardly dealt with’ – it is past – and god grant that, among the blessings I enjoy, I may always remember your happiness – you have underrated my regard long enough – I only hope you will do it justice, by and by – Be my own fate what it may, I shall never cease to watch over yours with affectionate anxiety – I do not expect you to tell me you are ‘quite happy’ - it would content me, for the present, to know, that you were really comfortable –

Merely mentioned Birmingham’s having forwarded the stays from Paris to Mrs Hawkins and that I should write about them but could not till tomorrow – ‘so long in writing on account of my unsettledness and frequent interruptions – god bless you, Mary! always especially and entirely yours AL’

At 5 had just written the above and sealed my letter to ‘Mrs Lawton, Claremont House, Leamington, Warwickshire’ and left it for the post tonight – and off at 5 20/.. and at Lidgate in 25 minutes – dinner at 6 – tea at 7 50/..

Long talk she will employ Mr Fey in York to make her will, meant to leave me and Captain Sutherland executors and secure all to the children. She seems quite decided to take me and leave me well for my life and I said then would do ditto –

Came upstairs at 10 35/.. and to my room at 10 55/.. fine day –

#anne lister #anne lister code breaker #ann walker #mariana lawton #1834

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arisalty · 4 years

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Please Come Home For Christmas (sure as the stars shine above)

Merry Christmas! The person I got for the Secret Santa in Powerless was @skylagamingv2, and while I’m not great at writing Logince, here’s my take on it!

Songs mentioned are Venus by Sleeping at Last and The Fairytale of New York by The Pogues

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Tw: Swearing, Remus appears for a bit, food is mentioned n eaten, there's one panic attack and one breakdown because of being touch-starved, if I need to tag anything else, please do tell me!

Sunday 1st, December, 5:15 am

“You’re daydreaming about him again, aren’t you?” Virgil broke Roman’s trance loudly, the faint light from his hat and shoes allowing Roman to see the raised eyebrow in the surrounding darkness.

“Uh…” Roman let the syllable rest on his tongue as he desperately looked for something to say. “Maybe..?”

Virgil rolled his eyes.

“If you like him so much, why don’t you, like, try and talk to him when we’re packed.”

“Different box,” Roman pouted and dropped his head into his hands.

“Then, hooooow about you going up to the tippy-top of the tree to seem him?” Patton pushed his way past the fir branches, as ever, carrying his signature tray of cookies.

Roman paused for a few seconds, contemplating the fanatical, absolutely wild, insane idea.

“Surely it’s impossible getting all the way up there?”

“Of course not!” Patton bubbled. “It’s-”

He was cut off by Virgil remarking,

“It’s only really challenging and possibly deadly.”

“But!” Patton intervened quickly. “I’m sure that the bravest, boldest, most bodacious nutcracker in the world definitely has the nuts to do it!”

Virgil looked down to hide his grin, even though he shook his head in joke disappointment.

Roman looked between the two elves, with their dainty little outfits of red jackets and flashing hats, one beaming up at his boyfriend while the other smiled softly at the other, and with a crushing sense of longing, he realised that maybe, just maybe he could have that.

Virgil looked up and gave half a smile,

“As dangerous as it is, Patton has a point. If anyone can do it, it’s you, dude.”

As cynical as he could be, Roman knew that Virgil was being genuine, the look in his eyes just as supportive as his bubbly boyfriend.

Patton beamed up at Roman.

“See! You’ve already started to believe in yourself more!” He giggled, before holding out his tray of cookies once more. “Now, eat up; it’s nearly 6 o’clock and you’ve got a big day tomorrow!”

Yes, Roman thought, I’ll start later.

Sunday 1st December, around midnight

As the sun set and the light’s flickered on, the steady march of time brought midnight with it. Every ornament on the tree, from the tinsel to the angel at the top to the deer on the baubles, found their body revived of control, and they blinked, waking slowly from their suspended quiet, allowing their consciousness to readjust to animation. Only one little wooden figure was already restless, his little fingers tapping away at his side until his body seemed to spring into action, allowing him to stretch and crack his joints into fluidity.

Today's the day, he thought, today's the day I set out for the top of the tree.

He paced restlessly in his secluded part of the tree, waiting ‘till his friends would join him in his state of movement; he didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to them.

After many minutes of very frustrated waiting, Roman couldn’t hold himself back from bursting into Patton and Virgil’s living space, only to find them very drowsily rubbing at their eyes and stretching, obviously only just having woken up.

“Roman, we love you, but what are you doing here?” Virgil yawned, looking like he needed nothing more than a coffee. “Couldn’t you have waited for me to get a coffee or something first?”

(Both Roman and Virgil ignored Patton’s frustrated huff at Virgil.)

“Good morning!” chirped Roman. “I'm here to see you before I head off. I didn't want to go before saying goodbye.”

“Well, as you’re here, take a cookie!! You’re gonna need the energy!”

Gratefulness filled Roman as he picked up two of the cookies. These were his friends, these were the ones backing him. These two were the ones that believed that he could do it; he could make it to the top.

“Uh… Ro? You good, man? You finished your cookies a few minutes ago you’ve just kinda been staring at nothing for the past two minutes.”

Roman blinked, snapping out of his thoughts.

“Oh, sorry, I was just thinking.”

Vigil shook his head fondly. “What are you still doing here? Go get your man!” Virgil took this time to push the nutcracker towards the exit.

“Uh, I mean-”

“Go!” Virgil gave Roman one last shove, pushing him out the door, laughing all the while.

“Good luck!” called Patton.

Roman smiled as he started walking.

Logan was once again, bored. It was only the second night of being awake on the tree. But it got lonely at the top of the tree, with barely anybody to talk to, nothing to do but watch the lights flicker and the hands of the grandfather clock tick round to 6 o’clock. But what could he do about it? He was an angel, the most beautiful ornament, stuck to the top of the tree with metal stopping him from moving. Furthermore, he couldn’t even move in the night for the fact there would be no point; even if he did manage to get off his stupid metal podium holding him in place, the humans would surely notice his movement and put him back, and so the cycle would repeat. Over, and over, and over. No, it wasn’t worth it.

Well, mostly. One fine gentleman caught his attention once, a few years ago, but never had the opportunity to meet ever passed. He was a nutcracker, white uniform decorated in golden thread, with a bold red sash across his chest, folding back around the other side of his body at his belt.

Logan had never felt the urge to want to meet and talk to someone as much as he had when he saw him. But they have yet to be in proximity with each other, let alone converse and befriend one another.

Logan sighed, letting his thoughts drift off into memories where he saw the nutcracker, even though they were only brief flashes at a time.

Logan let his mind wander to the constellations that decorated his dress, naming them as he went.

Monday 2nd, midnight

To say that the previous day’s expedition was a bust would’ve been putting it lightly. Roman had tried to jump between two ranches, misjudged the distance and fell, (luckily) landing basically on his own doorstep and reversing all the progress for that day.

Nevertheless, he was not discouraged, because there was the chance he fell between the branches to his death, and what is any fairy tale without a struggle?

He carried on.

Wednesday 4th, midnight

Roman sighed.

It had been 4 days of trying to get to the top of the tree and he had made total progress of nothing. Well, he had made it almost 3 layers of branches up, but obviously, he was back to where he started so something had to have gone wrong.

He managed to fall on the first day, and after that, he caught his string on a branch and the next day a human moved him downwards.

While Virgil was busy worrying that Roman might hurt himself, or that he would get trapped on a branch, or fall and die, or give up and not climb anymore, or starve himself and pass out, Patton spent his time trying to communicate with the Angel at the top of the tree.

He had heard a rumour that the Angel, Logan, as he had found out, was extremely intelligent, and Patton hoped that Logan knew morse code, because that was the only way he could really communicate with the top of the tree.

He had worked out what he wanted to say - “Roman is coming” or

“.-. --- -- .- -. / .. ... / -.-. --- -- .. -. --.” - and he had been flashing it unconsciously from his hat, but something about the thick swathes of branches gave him the feeling that Logan may not be able to see it.

Patton sat thinking for a few minutes.

What’s a way to get the lights in a viewable distance?

Oh no.

Virgil is going to kill me.

Virgil found Patton shuffling along a branch, arms held out for balance, little hat flashing in irregular bursts, past halfway out along the longest branch.

“PATTON!! What the fuck are you doing?!”

Patton winced, glancing over to see that Virgil’s eyes had blown wide with panic, limbs locked up and behind him, Roman, hair messed up and hat discarded, look on in worry.

“Uh, love, don’t worry-”

“I’m sorry- the fuck- don’t tell me to not worry!! You’re halfway along a branch above instant death!”

“I’ll be fine, V, I promise. I just need to get a message—” Patton waved vaguely to his hat —“to the top of the tree, and then I’ll come back, I swear. Okay?”

Patton watched as he couldn’t comfort his boyfriend as his breathing picked up, as he started thrashing in Roman’s grip, as he couldn’t name the things around hands. But as much as he wanted to get back to him, get back to Virgil to comfort him, he needed to do this for Roman. He deserved love as much as the rest of them.

He took careful steps onwards, trying to create minimal movement, as the branch was moving a lot easier now.

Surely, this must be far enough by now?

Patton stopped and put all his energy into boosting the lights in his hat.

Dit. Dah. Dit. Dah. Dah. Dah.

The little light blared into the expanse of the room, and Patton waited for a few minutes just to be sure. He looked skywards and turned around to make his way back, satisfied with his job.

“Roqdestrmmdkn? What the everloving fuck is that meant to be?”

Logan had been zoned out. It was only the 4th day and he was bored and passed the time with blanking out and letting his focus slide. There were not many productive things to do. He only noticed the little blinking light at the bottom of the tree after Deceit rattled up towards him and motioned with his sparkling tail.

Logan had watched the lights repeat it’s pattern 4 times, a lengthy gap between the repeats. Yet the message he tried to translate back was just a mix of letters, none of which make sense together.

“Are you sure you translated it right? I have no doubt, of course, just asking the obvious questions,” Deceit looked up at the angel, his long, yellow tinsel body curled around the tree and the hem of the deep blue dress.

“Yes, of course, I’m sure! I’ve done nothing but teach myself different forms of communication from this solitary post,” Logan answered hotly.

“Well, it might be just you. Or it might be the other person. We only know after we talk to them, whoever they are. But that definitely wasn’t an elf,” Deceit replied coolly, unfazed by Logan’s outburst.

“How do you know?” Logan saw past the lies.

“Oh, definitely wasn’t the fact that they had a flashing hat and shoes.”

Logan accepted that. He wasn’t noticed, mainly because he was busy figuring out the morse.

“My point is… maybe they got it right. Maybe they were a little… rusty. How about you try shuffling it around a little bit. It might give you something to do instead of staring and mope.”

Logan shrugged, going back to observing the room.

“PATTON!!” Virgil felt the yell rip from his lungs as he saw his lover trip over a cluster of needles, flailing as he fell forwards, grabbing onto the shaking branch.

“Roman please, let me go. Roman. Please. Let go.”

The arms around his chest did not move.

“RomAN. LET. ME. GO.” Virgil’s voice deepened, echoing in their small space.

Patton looked up from where he lay, gripping the swinging branch tightly, face showing a myriad of emotions; fear, apprehension, worry.

“No, no, Virgil. Please don’t come to me. I’ll make it back. I’ll shuffle back once the branch stops swinging. Just don’t touch the branch, or it’ll swing more. Promise me you won’t, Virgil? Okay? Can you do that for me?”

Virgil let out a small shaky breath from beneath the arms holding him in place, wiping at the tear tracks that had marked their place down his face. Patton looked pleadingly at Virgil and the resolution seemed to drop out of the other elf. Virgil gave one shakey nod, and Patton relaxed.

He started working his way closer to the trunk of the tree, and while the branch was still drifting slightly from side to side and shuddered when Patton moved more quickly, but Patton was back to the sturdier parts in no time, and Virgil fell into his arms, burying his head in Patton’s shoulder.

Roman left them to their comforting embraces.

Tuesday 10th, about 3 AM

Roman was about halfway up the tree now and he had since met Deceit, the resident tinsel? Snake? Deceit seemed to be a mix of both, to be honest.

A flurry of squawking shattered the comfortable silence Roman travelled in.

“COME HERE YOU BASTARD BIRDS!!”

Roman grabbed a hold of a branch near him as the tree shook and another nutcracker tumbled down from above him.

He was made with the same design as him, just his sash was a deep green, and his white suit was instead black. His face was a manic mixture of wide, crazed eyes, a deranged smile scrawled across his face and feathers and fir needles entangled in his hair.

The similar, yet so different, nutcracker stuck a hand out with an air of uncaring confidence.

“The name’s Remus! To whom do I owe the pleasure?” Even the way he spoke alluded to his madness.

It didn’t stop Roman from reaching out hesitantly to grasp his hand.

“Uh… Roman..?” Roman responded, having gotten over his shock at how forward the other character was.

“Are you quite sure? You seem unsure. I don’t want you to be unsure.” The words tumbled from Remus’ mouth like sand from a broken hourglass.

Roman blinked in shock again, before clearing his throat and readjusting himself.

“Yes, yes, I'm quite sure. Roman Princeton.” With a sweeping gesture, Roman took off his hat, eyes glancing at the printed gold lettering inside the hat.

“Princeton, you say?” an eyebrow raised. “My, that does, it seems, make us brothers!” With a mirroring flourish, Remus took off his hat and spun it around to show identical gold lettering. His smile stretched wider, and she bounced nearer, catching Roman’s arm by hooking his elbow around it. “Well, dearest brother, will you join me on my quest?”

“Your quest?” Roman queried.

“Yes, a goal I have to complete! Come! Follow me.”

Without giving Roman chance to excuse himself, Remus set off at a brisk pace, hopping between branches with the care of a drunkard in a tree (which is to say, little to no care at all), dragging Roman along all the while. Roman wanted to detach from his apparent brother’s arm, for fear of falling off the flailing fir branches. But soon, the erratic steps and bounces calmed somewhat and let Roman catch his breath and stand more firmly on the branches. Oh, and for Remus to let go.

They travelled in silence for a while, til Remus broke it.

“What brings you up this side of the tree then? I’ve not seen you around here before.”

“I’m on a quest of my own, to the very top of the tree to try and win the heart of the angel.”

“Logan? Really? He’s got a bit of a stick up his arse. He’s no fun!”

“I’m not so sure that our types of fun are the same,” Roman muttered under his breath, as Remus took a flying leap over a branch unnecessarily.

“What’s your quest then, Remus?”

“Oh me? My quest is to defeat all the birds!! They like perching in MY area!!”

Roman frowned but didn’t respond.

“Did you know that all the birds in this tree don’t have penises! They get cloacas. All of them! Even females! They rub them together when they start to feel friskeeey,”

Roman regretted ever coming into contact with his long lost brother.

“Yes, but have the birds ever actually done anything wrong?” Roman interrupted the still babbling Remus.

“Nah, I just felt like it one day and since then we’ve been in this war!” Remus bounced along, apathetic tone filling the space.

“Then why don’t you leave the birds alone? Aren’t you just terrorising them?”

The questions cause the chaotic nutcracker to freeze ahead of roman, spinning around on his heel almost robotically, eyes wide and fury upon his face.

“So you’re on their side, huh? You want to stop me from having fun?”

Remus drew the sword from his scabbard, an identical one to roman’s own, advancing, like a dangerous cloud, the dark green backdrop of the tree framing the nutcracker.

Roman didn’t bother drawing his own sword; he didn’t want to fight, especially this high in the tree with a high chance of falling. So, as any smart person would, he ran, looking for a way to get up to the next layer of branches. Unfortunately for him, he found himself back to where he was, while still an angry rattish man following him with a very sharp sword. Roman looked around as he started running the circle again; there were slightly more low hanging branches, there were baubles which he could possibly jump from one to another, but it was dangerous- extremely so; as his options were running thin, he noticed in the corner of his eye a brilliant flash, which drew his eye to the glittery tinsel that was Deceit.

“Oh, he’s going to hate me so much,” thought Roman, as he took a run up and leapt, grasping hold of the yellow strands that made up Deceit’s body.

Roman hauled himself up to the next level, expanding the distance between him and Remus -- after all, it’s difficult to climb a string of tinsel with a sword in your hand -- and Roman decided to play a waiting game, and hid in a bauble with a hole cut through it, where a LED candle had been placed.

Well, it worked, and Remus soon gave up trying to find his brother, stomping off with a cry of “FUCK YOU BIRDS!”.

Saturday 14th, midnight

Logan had long worked out what the elf had been trying to say ("Roman is coming," a simple mistake of pausing too long in some places and not long enough in others). Since that day, he had been trying to get down from his solitary post.

Damn this blasted metal pole down the back of my dress.

Logan was getting irritated. There was no way to push himself upwards to get off the pole. So, he sulked. There wasn’t anyone to listen anyway. He’d been trying for seven nights now with no luck.

He ended up just listening to the music streaming quietly from the TV after one of the humans had fallen asleep on the sofa. Thankfully, it wasn’t Christmas music for once, just a gentle melody and quiet words.

...you. At first, I thought you were a constellation. I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation: You're as beautiful as endless, You're the universe…

Logan decided he liked this song. It filled him with a warm feeling, and slowly, he began humming along to the song, committing the words to memory, and he could almost imagine the smile on Roman’s lips. It was sweet.

At that moment, he felt such a huge burst of longing he had to let out a shuddering breath he hasn’t realised he was holding. He had never felt so lonely, never wanted a hug more in his life, never felt like his heart was going to be ripped out of his chest like this before. He felt his arms tuck into his sides, his body curling as much as he could, curling in towards himself, trying to cradle the warm feeling that was flickering away from him ever so quickly. Logan let out another shuddering breath and he couldn’t stop the tears tracking their way down his porcelain cheeks.

The song had long moved on when he broke out of his state, arms crossed around his torso, squeezing in to try and bring comfort.

“Logan? Are you well?” The tinsel had moved up towards him, speaking softly, wanting to help but not knowing how.

Logan shook his head, not trusting his voice to work.

“Look, I’m going to move closer to you, okay? I’m going to try and give you a hug, okay? Well, to the best of my ability.”

The soft shuffle of tinsel over tree brought a small amount of comfort to Logan, but he felt himself flinching away from the brush against his skin. Deceit had moved back instantly, afraid to make him more uncomfortable.

Why? Why was he like this?

Logan breathed out, opening his arms to the snake, and Deceit moved back slowly, resting his head on Logan’s shoulder, and logan let out another shuddering breath, wiping his tears away before tucking his head into deceit’s tassels.

“I just want to get off this goddamn pole, Dece.”

Deceit nodded, slowly.

“I don’t know, I can’t help you.”

And Logan felt a small smile slip onto his face.

As it turns out, Logan is absolutely terrified of heights.

Deceit had curled around the bottom of the spoke and Logan had used it to boost himself off the pole.

Only, now that there was no security and he was free to walk about, every step causing something to wobble, vertigo settled in and Logan found himself sat, clinging onto the pole that he had been restrained to or dear life, eyes pressed closed until he was sure he wasn’t looking down.

“I’m going to stay right here and not tell Roman that you will not be meeting you partway down.”

Logan nodded quickly, trying to get used to having his eyes open, but he still had to press them closed sometimes.

“Okay, but please be quick, I don’t like being up here alone.”

You should resume your standing position, something inside him reminds him. It’s nearly 6 o’clock.

Damn the goddamn time, too, he thinks.

Thursday 19th, about 5 AM

There wasn’t far to go now. Just a bit more.

Deceit had helped him get unstuck from the branches twice. It was far easier to get the loop caught up here. All the branches were much closer together and felt more like wading through a jungle than climbing a tree.

Roman looked from his current spot to see how much further he had to go.

Not far, thank all the heavens.

He couldn’t wait to see the angel once more, to see him and learn about him, and to comfort him and keep him company.

He let his mind wander to the quiet Christmas music being played as he clambered through sweeping branches. He let himself hum along to the music, singing when there were words to be sung.

“When you first took my hand, On a cold Christmas Eve, You promised me, Broadway was waiting for me.”

He let the lyrics flow out of him, the melody washing him with a warm sense of nostalgia.

“You were handsome-” Roman was interrupted.

“You were pretty, Queen of New York City.” chimed another voice, perfectly in tune with the song. It was distant but audible, and definitely from above him and Roman felt his heart flicker with hope.

“When the band finished playing

They howled out for more

Sinatra was swinging,

All the drunks they were singing

We kissed on a corner

Then danced through the night.” They finished the verse together, and Roman felt himself sink down to listen to the sweet sound of this other person.

They made through most of the song, but they felt words dying on their lips, as the time ticked over to 6 o’clock.

Perhaps they may finish a song together tomorrow.

Friday 20th, Midnight

Logan was filled with the residual warm feeling that had settled in his heart yesterday.

That couldn’t have been anyone but Roman singing yesterday; he knows the voices of every other creature that is near the top of the tree. That was not a familiar one, but it was a blessing to hear; Roman sung like an angel, however backwards that statement was. He wasn’t lying.

“What’s got you all dopey then?” If Deceit had eyebrows Logan was sure that one of them would be raised.

“Didn’t you hear him? His voice was so sweet and smooth and I don’t know how to feel ab-”

“My, my. I never imagined the day I’d see Logan Sanders swoon.”

“Oh, quiet, snake.”

“Well, guess I won’t help you get down towards him, then.”

“Wait! No, Dece come back, please!”

Deceit turned his head back towards the angel and tilted his head downwards.

“Grab on then.”

Logan felt a wide smile slit his face, and he grabbed a hold of Deceit’s neck? Body? Did Deceit even really have a neck? Either way- unimportant.

Deceit gently lowered Logan through three layers of branches, before stopping, and asking Logan to wait there, before disappearing into the expanse of branches.

When he came back up, clinging to his neck was a smartly dressed nutcracker, white tunic laced with gold embroidery and red sash drawing attention to his more muscular physique.

(Logan didn’t hear Deceit mutter, ‘go get him, tiger’ to Roman before he slipped away)

God, Logan was swooning and damn, was Roman really, really hot.

“Oh my god, you’re actually here.” The words tumble out of his lips before he could stop them.

“I can’t believe I’m here, either, to be honest.” Roman chuckled, hand moving up to rub at his neck shyly, and Logan was gone, eyes full of wonder and nothing was stopping him from walking towards Roman.

“The night sky once ruled my imagination,” Logan felt himself sing as he looked into Roman’s eyes. “Now I turn the dials with careful calculation.”

“After a while, I thought I'd never find you. I convinced myself that I would never find you when suddenly I saw you.” Roman started singing, and Logan felt his hand reaching out to grasp his hand.

“At first I thought you were a constellation. I made a map of your stars, then I had a revelation: You're as beautiful as endless, You're the universe I'm helpless in.” They sang together, quiet melody being weaved between their words.

They sang together, and Logan felt on top of the world, more so than he had when on top of the tree, and Roman felt on top of the world, higher than he’d ever been before. As the song came to an end, they rested their foreheads together, quietly appreciating each other’s presence.

“Can I hug you?” Roman asked tentatively. Logan paused for a second, then nodded.

The warmth that settled in his bones, the ease of the itches under his skin were so unknown and so distant in memory it felt like a lost memory returning. Logan had never quite felt as completed or safe as he had then, and he latched even tighter to the smaller nutcracker.

Roman tucked his head into the angel’s shoulder, feeling the taller man relax and settle more, tension easing out of his muscles, slowly but surely, and the gentle shuffling of his wings drew Roman’s hand up to stroke them softly, and Roman felt Logan shiver in his hold.

Logan whispered something almost inaudibly, and Roman let out a quiet chuckle.

“You’ll have to speak a little louder for me to hear, lov-”

“May I kiss you?” Logan kept his eyes trained to the floor, and Roman choked on his words. “I am no fan of feelings but you’ve quite encaptured me, but do not feel obligated to do anything bec-”

Logan was cut off with a sweet kiss, lingering slightly and stealing his breath.

“Please shut up and kiss me again, Logan.”

Logan didn’t hesitate to fulfil Roman’s request.

#logince #powerless secret santa #powerless #logince fic #oneshot #logan sanders #roman sanders #skyla #skylagamingv2 #romantic logince #moxiety

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canaryatlaw · 3 years

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mmmm okay let’s go. pretty good day. I woke up around noon or so around when some were getting back from church (I can’t say I will never set foot in that building again because I will acquiesce attending the Christmas Eve service and other random special occasions, but I’m definitely not going every week). Someone brought home bagels which was nice, two days in NY and I’ve already had my pizza and bagels lol though I’m gonna want more pizza at some point. so yeah, ate food, and in a bit my uncle came over. He snowbird’s to Florida every year from after Christmas to some time in late March, so this year he ended up getting stuck in Florida for a few more months with safety concerns (he’s 77 and definitely not in good health) and he wasn’t able to come back till July, so I hadn’t seen him since last Christmas. he’s pretty entertaining, generally says some racist stuff while talking about his childhood (grew up in the projects of NYC) but it’s mostly limited to that (not that that makes it okay, but it’s definitely not something he would understand and actually be worth talking to him about it, so I try to just ignore that stuff. so we all hung out for a while, watched some of the great british baking show since we hadn’t seen the new season, man their host replacements are really going down quickly...oh well, still entertaining. and yeah, late afternoon I took a trip to Target to scope out some ingredients I need for stuff I’ll be making (I know Target for sure doesn’t have everything I need but I might as well get what I can when I’m already gonna be there to get other stuff) and of course some like, snacks and face wash and things needed to survive in this house (mainly because they have no snacks). so that worked. we came home and everyone was here (mom + uncle + me + my three siblings + my three siblings’ SO) and we had our classic Sunday night pasta that we traditionally have and it was very good, so that was nice. after that we ended up watching Home Alone on the freeform channel thing which was good because that’s one of my favorite movies, and it was airing Home Alone 2 immediately after, which is also one of my favorite movies (probably 2 more than 1 but they really count as the same IMO). So we sat through most of that and then started heading upstairs, I showered and put my pajamas on, did a few other things, then came to my computer and started typing this. It’s now just past 1:30 am so I should really be getting to bed, I do get to sleep in an hour more than usual tomorrow but I do still have to take care of work responsibilities so I can definitely use the sleep, so I’m going to do that now. Goodnight my loves. Stay wonderful/hope your Monday doesn’t suck.

#daily journal #November 2020

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Boston Boy - Chapter 14

Kate wandered around the clean, white living room and admired the view from the backyard while Lisa followed her. Chris came in behind them, setting their luggage down. They were in Los Angeles for the Civil War press and premiere. There were a lot of firsts happening on this trip for her. First private jet ride, first time on the West Coast, first time going to a movie premiere, first time going public with her celebrity boyfriend…. She was working on not being overwhelmed.

“Welcome to my home away from home.” Chris said, walking up being Kate and wrapping his arms around her. His hands went to her belly and he rubbed them in small circles.

“The view is pretty.” Kate said, leaning on him and laying her head back on his shoulder. She was exhausted from jet lag and had developed a headache.

“You should go lay down, honey.” Lisa said, checking Kate’s forehead.

“Do I have time?”

“We’ve got plenty of time.” Chris said. “Ma’s right. You should go lay down.”

“You need to take care of yourself, Kat.” Lisa said. “Chris, go lay down with her. It’ll make her feel more comfortable in an unfamiliar bed. I can entertain myself.”

He kissed Kate’s temple after she nodded her agreement. “Come on, baby. Let’s go lay down.”

“I’ve got such a headache.” Kate said, rubbing her temples.

“I’ll get your Tylenol.” Lisa said.

“I have to pee again.” She grumbled as Chris led her to his master bedroom.

He pointed at the door to the master bathroom. “It’s right in there. I’ll go grab our bags.”

“Ok.” When she came back out, Chris was sitting on the bed holding a glass of water and two Tylenol pills. A pair of fluffy shorts and a large T-shirt sat next to him. He had changed from his jeans and sweater to a pair of gray sweatpants and no shirt. Their suitcases were sitting in and around the chair in the corner of the room. “Feel better?”

“Only my bladder does. My head still hurts and my feet are swollen and I want to take a nap.”

“Here, take these.” He handed her the pills and water. Once she took them, he helped her to get into the shorts and shirt before easing her onto the bed. He sat down and took her feet in his lap.

She sighed with pleasure as he began to rub her feet. “Tell me about what’s on the agenda this week.”

“Tomorrow is the MTV Movie Awards. Sunday I’ve got press to do all day. Monday I film Ellen with Lizzie and later is Jimmy Kimmel Live. Then Tuesday is the premiere.”

“Then on to China?”

“Are you sure you’re up for it? You could always fly back with Ma.” “I’ll be fine. I’m excited for London. It’s only a couple of days, but I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I’m just worried about all that traveling and how it’ll affect you.”

“I’ll be tired, but it’s nothing I’m not used to right now. I can’t sleep on my stomach, so I can’t get comfortable, so I don’t get much sleep. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep on one of the planes.”

“You didn’t get any sleep on the plane here.”

“I’ll figure it out.” Kate sighed and rubbed her stomach. “Being pregnant is hard.”

Chris chuckled. “I can only imagine.”

She reached out for him. “Come lay down. Be my big spoon.”

“Happily.” Chris crawled up her body, kissing his way up her leg and then her arm. He dropped behind her and spooned against her, wrapping his arm around her and rubbing small circles on her belly. A strong kick to his hand made him jerk back. “Holy shit!” He laughed and put his hand back.

“Oh good, you can feel that now, too.” Kate heard him sniff behind her and she turned her head to see Chris wiping at tears running down his cheeks. “Awe, Chris….”

“Sorry. I just…. That’s my kid. That’s our kid. We made that.”

“We sure did.” She turned over onto her back and covered his hand with hers as he rested it on her belly.

He laughed again as the baby kicked his hand. “Kat, I am so fucking happy. I can’t remember ever being happier.”

Kate reached up and wiped away his tears with her free hand. “Is it just now hitting you that you’re going to be a daddy?”

“A little bit.” He ducked his head to kiss her shoulder and then rested his head there, staring at their hands on her stomach. “I’ve known it was coming. I’ve watched you grow with our little Jelly Bean in there, but feeling our baby kick…. It means it’s real.”

“Oh, what? I was just getting fatter till now?” Her tone implied that she was joking, but Chris still looked panicked.

“I didn’t say that!”

She giggled. “Baby, calm down. I was kidding.” “I know, but I don’t want you to ever think that you’re fat or ugly. You are so gorgeous and you just get more beautiful with every day that passes and I just love you so fucking much.”

“You don’t have to try so hard to get laid.” Kate poked Chris’ nose with a grin. “I’m all yours, baby.”

Chris laughed and kissed her. “We’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“This leads to sleep eventually….” A jaw-splitting yawn cut her off.

“You sleep. If you feel up to it later, then we’ll work something out.”

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When Kate woke up a couple of hours later, she felt the familiar roiling of her stomach. She quickly got out of bed and rushed into the bathroom. Lisa happened to be walking by Chris’ bedroom door when she heard the retching. She rushed into the bathroom and knelt down by Kate, holding her hair with one hand and rubbing her back with the other. Chris was in the kitchen on the phone with Megan.

“I thought the second trimester was supposed to be a cakewalk.” Kate said with a shaky voice.

“That’s a myth.” Lisa said, sitting with Kate. “There is nothing about being pregnant that is a cakewalk.”

“Maybe I need to start reading those books I bought.”

“You haven’t started?”

“I’ve been tracking my pregnancy on an app on my phone. It gives me all the details of what I can expect that week and the size of the baby.”

“That’s really neat.”

“This week, Jelly Bean is the size of a head of cauliflower.” Lisa laughed. “Chris has the app, too.”

“There’s a party in my bathroom.” Chris said, drawing the women’s attention to him standing in the doorway. “Everything ok?”

“Morning sickness that can’t tell time.” Kate said. “Now that it’s over, I feel better.”

“It was probably all the excitement of travelling.” Lisa said, getting to her feet with her son’s help.

“Thanks for being here with her, ma.” Chris said, taking his mother’s vacated seat on the bathroom floor.

“It’s my pleasure. I’ll go see what I can cook up for dinner later.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. I thought we could take Kate out for a little site-seeing and dinner somewhere if she feels up to it.” He looked over at Kate. “Since you’ve never been here, I thought it could be fun.”

“Only if you feel up to it, sweetie. You don’t want to tire yourself out any more than you already have.”

“I actually feel pretty rested right now.” Kate said. “I wouldn’t mind some site-seeing with you guys. Will it be ok for you, Chris? I know LA is kind of paparazzi central.”

“Yeah. I’ll just pop on some sunglasses and a hat. It should be a good enough disguise.”

“Kate, you’ll need to put some on, too.” Lisa said. “The internet has your picture everywhere and people are going to notice you. Especially in Los Angeles. The last thing you two need is to get mobbed.”

“I’ve got a few hats you can choose from, babe.”

“Ok. Get your ass up and help me up.” Chris chuckled and hopped to his feet. He held his hands out and helped Kate to stand up. When he leaned in to kiss her, she ducked her head away. “You really don’t want to do that.”

He laughed and kissed her forehead. “I’ll go unpack your toothbrush.”

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Chris sat on the edge of the bed and watched Kate sleep. She had been fast asleep when he’d woken up that morning and he hadn’t wanted to disturb her. They had gotten home kind of late the night before. He had planned on taking her to Grauman’s Theatre, a few places on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, Rodeo Drive, and maybe the Griffith Observatory. Instead, she had convinced him to take her to Disneyland. They had spent all afternoon and well into the night there, closing the place down. She couldn’t do any of the thrill rides, but she had had plenty of fun with everything else she could do. They had enjoyed a late romantic dinner at Carthay Circle Restaurant. They had been lucky to get a table, but there had been a last-minute cancellation. Lisa had spent the afternoon with them, but had left early in the evening to give the couple time together.

“Hey sleepy head.” Chris leaned over and kissed her cheek. “It’s almost noon.”

“Mmmm.” Kate tried to roll onto her stomach, but her bump stopped her and she groaned.

He chuckled. “I’m really happy that you got some sleep, but now we’ve gotta start getting ready to go. Jenn is here to pamper you.”

She lifted her head and curled around to lay it on Chris’ lap. “I’m cozy.”

Chris smoothed out her unruly hair. “I know. If you don’t want to go to the show with me, you don’t have to. Ma isn’t going. I’m sure you guys can hang out here or go out and sightsee around LA.”

“I want to go, but I want to be asleep, too.”

“I promise we won’t be there long. I just have to introduce a clip from the movie and then mingle a little bit.”

Kate nodded and moved to sit up. She ended up facing Chris and gave him a smile before leaning forward and nuzzling her head on his shoulder. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. “Am I really going to the MTV Movie Awards tonight?”

“Seems like.”

“I used to watch them all the time when I was younger.”

“They were a lot more exciting back then, right?”

“They really were. I think the last decent one I remember seeing was the one that Sarah Michelle Gellar and Jack Black hosted. Or maybe it was when Justin Timberlake hosted with that guy from American Pie.”

“You know Justin lives down the road from me?”

“Really? I might go for a walk tomorrow. Which way should I head?”

Chris laughed and kissed the top of her head. “Good thing he’s married. You would win him over and I might lose you to him.”

“Oh, you definitely would. I’m a hardcore NSYNC fan.”

“Don’t tell Shanna that. She’s hardcore Backstreet Boys.”

Kate giggled. “Ok, I guess I’ll get up now. I’m going to brush my teeth before I go out there, though.”

“Ok. I’ll wait here.” Chris laid down and stretched out in her vacated spot.

“Well, that’s not fair. Why do you get to lay down?”

“Because I’m not getting my hair and makeup done.”

“You should probably rethink that. The camera is definitely going to pick up how hideous your face actually is, then.”

Chris laughed loudly, covering his chest with his hand as the rest of his limbs levitated off the mattress. He turned on his side and propped his head up on his hand. “Maybe I should let you go out and introduce the clip? You’re already gorgeous. That hair and makeup is only going to make it stand out more.”

“Pretty sure I would disappoint all your fans.”

“Just the female ones. The male fans might try to steal you away.”

“Well, I’m also pretty sure Jelly Bean is a big deterrent to other guys.” She turned and walked into the bathroom while Chris just grinned at her.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

The place was loud and full of beautifully dressed celebrities. Jenn had dressed Kate in a fashionable blue dress that was off the shoulders and hugged her body from her shoulders to her knees. It made her bump stand out. She was wearing a pair of black, peep-toe pumps that had four-inch heels. Jenn had teased her hair and then put it into a low side ponytail. Her makeup was done very naturally and dewy as a request from Chris to just show off Kate’s natural beauty.

Kate gripped Chris’ hand as they walked through the backstage area behind Megan, his publicist. The place was actually outdoors this year. Everywhere they went, people stared inquisitively at her. Chris waved at and talked to some of the celebrities, always introducing Kate. Some of them were friendly to her, others just nodded and ignored her. She was starting to feel like an outsider and it was making her cling to Chris as her insecurities started to creep through her.

“Captain Little Ass!” An unmistakable, loud voice called from a few feet away. They turned to see Anthony Mackie making his way over. “Bring it in here, bro!” The two men hugged tightly. “Congratulations, man! Welcome to the daddy club!”

“Thank you.” Chris laughed. “Mackie, this is my girlfriend, Kate. Kate, this is Anthony Mackie.”

“I’m a hugger.” Mackie warned, bringing Kate into a tight hug. “Congratulations to you, too!”

“Thank you. It’s lovely to meet you.” Kate smiled as Chris wrapped his arm around her waist.

“This dude talks non-stop about you. Seriously, the Avengers group chat has been non-stop Kate talk.”

“Oh, god. That’s embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. We’re all really excited for you guys. And he has nothing but great things to say about you.”

Kate looked up at Chris lovingly. “That’s so sweet.”

“So, when are you due?”

“July 22nd.” Chris and Kate said in unison.

Mackie laughed. “Not too much longer. You’re almost in your third trimester, then.”

“Yes.”

“Are you excited?”

“Is that the same thing as nervous? If so, then yes.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about. If you need any advice, my wife, Sheletta, would be more than happy to help you out. She pretty much adopted Chris the moment she met him, so you’re family now, too.”

“Oh, thank you!”

“What am I saying? You’re getting hit with advice left and right, I bet.”

“A little bit, but I’m just trying to listen to my body and my doctor.”

“That’s the best thing. Every pregnancy is different. You do you, girl.”

“Chris, Josh Horowitz wants to do an interview with you and Mackie.” Megan said.

“Oh, uh….” Chris looked at Kate, not wanting to leave her.

“I’ll guard her.” A deep, Australian voice said from their left.

“Hemmy!” Chris and Mackie yelled. The three men embraced and Chris turned back to Kate. “Kat, this is Chris Hemsworth. Hemmy, this is my girlfriend, Kate.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Kate said, shaking Hemsworth’s hand. “I’m not gonna call you Hemmy.”

Hemsworth laughed. “It’s ok. I’ve tried to get them to stop, but they’re assholes. Look at you! You’re bloody gorgeous. Has Evans figured out that you’re out of his league, yet?”

“Oh gosh!” Kate blushed profusely. “I am way out of my element right now.”

“For the record, I figured it out a long time ago.” Chris said. “But she keeps choosing me, so I’m not complaining.” He kissed her quickly. “You’re in good hands with Hemmy. I’ll be quick.” She watched him walk off with Megan and Mackie.

“How are you feeling?” Hemsworth asked.

“I’m ok. I actually got to sleep last night.” Kate said, turning to look up at the tall Australian.

“Evans gushes about you and the baby non-stop.”

She laughed. “So I’ve heard.”

“We’re all really excited about it. He’s going to be such a great dad. We’re all really excited to get to know you, too.”

“That’s so sweet. You and your wife just had twins, right?”

“We did! They’re almost two years old now.”

“Congratulations. That must be terrifying.”

Hemsworth laughed. “It was a bit of a shock at first, but we absolutely love it.”

“I’m sure it’s fun being outnumbered.”

“You’ll find out eventually, I’m sure.”

“Oh, we, uh…. We haven’t talked about that.”

“Oh god, I’m sorry. Please, ignore me. I talk too much.”

“No. It’s ok. Really! I mean, I’ve known that Chris wants kids plural. I am a fan of his and I’ve seen his interviews. I think you guys did one for Age of Ultron talking about him wanting kids after babysitting yours.”

“Good memory.”

“It’s just that…. Well, this one was kind of a shock, so I haven’t even thought about anything past this one.”

“I’m sorry. Evans said that it wasn’t planned. I just stuck my foot in my mouth. I hope you’re not offended.”

“I’m not. Really, I’m not.”

“Just the way he talks about you and the future….” Hemsworth shrugged sheepishly. “Topic change?”

“Sure!”

“Are you excited about going to the premiere later this week?”

“I’m nervous.”

“Don’t be. You’ll have a blast. I won’t lie and say the first time isn’t intimidating, but once you get over the initial insanity of it all, it’s actually quite fun.”

“Will you be there?”

“No. Thor didn’t get invited to the war. Besides, I’ve got press to do for this movie.”

“Hey, how do you handle people wanting to know every detail about you?”

“Deflection. You give them just enough to think they’re actually getting something juicy, but in reality it’s just something they already know just rephrased.”

“I have no idea how to do that.”

Hemsworth laughed. “Honestly, I have no idea either. My wife gets annoyed with me sometimes because I think I always manage to give too much away.”

“I’m really glad I’m not a celebrity. I don’t know how you guys can do interview after interview with the same questions.”

“Oh, that’s easy. The more bored I get as the interviews go along, the more insane my answers get. I kind of feel sorry for the reporters at the end of the day because they’re just getting complete bullshit out of me.”

Kate laughed. “Chris told me he gets kind of crazy at the end of junkets, too.”

“Marvel stopped letting us interview together because we were just the worst.”

“It’s true.” Megan said, joining the conversation. “I got so many calls about the shit that came out of them, I could’ve wrung their necks for it.”

“I’d say I’m sorry, but it was too much fun.”

“Thanks, Hemsworth.” Megan laughed. “Chris is just finishing up and he’s got to go do his intro. If you want to watch, there’s a green room we can go to.” “I was heading there, too.” Hemsworth said. “I’ve got to meet up with Charlize and Jessica.”

“Can I go to the bathroom first?” Kate asked.

“Again? You just went when we got here.” Megan said.

“She’s pregnant, Megan.” Hemsworth chastised. “She can’t help it.”

“Right. Sorry. Come on. There’s a bathroom in the green room.”

“Thanks.” Kate said. Hemsworth fell into step next to Kate and leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Told you I would protect you.”

“Thor to the rescue.”

“Always, fair maiden.”

Megan led them into the building that housed a large, plush area that was also filled with celebrities. She pointed out the restrooms and promised to be waiting right outside the doors. Hemsworth told Kate he wouldn’t leave the room until he’d gotten to see her again before heading off to join his castmates.

“Have you seen her yet?” A voice asked as two women walked into the bathroom. Kate had just gotten settled on the toilet.

“Yes.” The other woman said. “Clearly she got pregnant on purpose to keep him around.”

“You think?”

“I mean, why else would he choose to stay with someone so fat and pathetic? She looks like she’s going to burst out of that dress at any moment like a can of biscuits. It’s gross.”

“I don’t know. She’s kind of cute.”

“Please! She’s a complete stalker. There’s no way they met by chance.”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you actually believe she was just there on vacation by herself? Who even does that? That’s just sad. She totally went to Boston to stalk her celebrity crush and managed to fool him into sleeping with her. Now she’s got him trapped playing house.” Kate felt like she’d been hit with a ton of bricks. They were talking about her. She peeked through the slit in the stall door to see if she could tell who the women were.

“You sure you’re not just mad that you didn’t think of it first?”

“I would never allow myself to get pregnant to keep a man. I’m not desperate like that. That’s just over-the-top, trailer-park trash skanky.”

“Well, he’s with her now. What can you do about it?”

“I was actually hoping to run into him tonight. See if I can’t get him to scratch an itch one more time, if you know what I mean.”

“You two were definitely hot together.”

“You have no idea. I bet he’s so bored with the porker that he needs some excitement in his life. You know, I almost regret breaking it off with him.”

“Why did you?”

“I got bored. Besides, he was starting to talk about marriage and I just wasn’t feeling that. I will say that the thing I regret most about the breakup is giving up the sex. He is great in bed.” The woman laughed harshly. “How the hell he can find where to stick it in all that fat is beyond me. Seriously, how did that cow get him to sleep with her? And who does she think she is coming here with him?”

“You’re just mad he never brought you anywhere.” Megan’s voice said suddenly.

“Megan!”

“Finally dumping your fame hungry ass was the greatest thing Chris ever did, Minka.”

“Fuck you too, twerp.” Minka and her friend stormed out of the bathroom.

Kate felt her face getting hotter as tears fell down her cheeks. The woman talking shit about her was Chris’ ex-girlfriend, Minka Kelly.

“Kat?” Megan called softly.

Kate didn’t answer as she felt her throat constrict with overwhelming emotions. The things Minka had said were vile and hurtful. Kate tried her hardest to not let others’ opinions of her bother her too much, but to hear someone discuss her private life and be so vicious towards someone they didn’t even know was awful. And there was a little voice in the back of her head that wondered if it was all true. Had she trapped Chris because she wouldn’t have an abortion?

“Kat, I know you’re in here.” Megan said. Kate sighed and got up off the toilet. She adjusted her dress and walked out. “Oh, Kat, I’m so sorry. Minka is such a bitch.” “Clearly.” Kate spat.

Megan handed her a tissue. “Please don’t listen to her. Chris adores you.”

“I don’t stack up to her, Megan. I don’t stack up to any of the people in his life here. We’ve been living in this little bubble and I forgot for a while, but being here…. Seeing these people…. Seeing her…. What the hell am I doing here?”

“You’ve got it all wrong, Kat. They don’t stack up to you. Trust me. I’ve been with Chris a long damn time and I’ve seen them all. Minka may be pretty on the outside, but she’s an ugly person on the inside. She’s just jealous.” Megan hugged Kate tightly. “Seriously, she was the absolute worst thing on the planet for Chris. She’s a fame whore. She jumps to an ‘it’ guy and rides his coattails until the next ‘it’ guy comes along. Chris actually thought they had something, but she was just leading him on. He finally realized it the second time they dated and he dumped her.”

“What about all the others?”

“There’s really not that many, Kat. And trust me, none of them have what you have.”

“And what is that?”

“Chris’ heart. Seriously, that man is head over heels for you in a way he’s never been before.”

“You didn’t hear what she said, Megan.”

“Not all of it, but I heard enough. I’m so sorry, Kate. This is all my fault. I got distracted and completely missed her coming in here. I should’ve headed her off.” Kate glanced at herself in the mirror and groaned. “Don’t worry about it. Chris should be done and we can leave now. He doesn’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t want to. I just want to go home.”

“Ok. We can definitely do that.”

Megan helped Kate clean her face up as best she could. It was clear that Kate had been crying, but at least her mascara wasn’t running down her cheeks anymore. When she finally felt presentable, she followed Megan out of the bathroom. Glancing around, she spotted Chris talking to Minka across the room. Her hand was on his bicep and she was laughing at something he said. Kate’s stomach dropped and fresh tears welled in her eyes.

“Fuck me.” Megan snapped emphatically. Lucky for her, Hemsworth was nearby. “Hey, Chris, can you take Kate to where they’re keeping the cars? She’s not feeling great. I need to go get Chris.”

“Of course!” Hemsworth walked over and wrapped an arm around Kate’s shoulders. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of here.”

“Thank you.” Kate said, her voice wobbling as she tried to fight back the tears.

“Pregnancy sickness is no joke. I’m sorry it’s ruined your night.” He rubbed her arm affectionately. “Evans will get you home and you’ll feel better in no time.”

“Thanks.”

Hemsworth got them to the loading area and let the valet there know that Kate was with Chris Evans. The valet rushed off to get the driver out there quickly. Kate was having a hard time keeping the tears at bay and now her morning sickness was actually trying to rear its ugly head. Thankfully the car got there quickly and Hemsworth helped her in, telling her he hoped she felt better soon.

Inside the green room, Megan marched over to Chris and Minka. “Seriously?” She snapped at the tall brunette. “You seriously have the nerve to walk over here and talk to him after all that?”

“Whoa, Megan! What’s going on?” Chris asked.

“Kate was in the bathroom while your ex-bitch here talked shit about her.”

“What?”

“I didn’t know she was in there.” Minka said, her tone implying that she didn’t care Kate had heard everything.

“Who the fuck cares if you didn’t know?” Megan snapped. “You don’t know her and you have no claim on Chris, so you shouldn’t even be opening your mouth. The things you said about her were fucked up.”

“Seriously?” Chris growled.

“It’s not my fault if she can’t handle people talking about her.” Minka defended. “I was just repeating what I’ve heard. Maybe she shouldn’t have set her sights on someone so out of her league if she can’t take people talking about her.”

“Watch your fucking mouth.”

“After all I meant to you, you’re going to speak to me like that over her?”

“You mean absolutely nothing to me. Kate means everything to me! Try spreading that shit around instead of the bullshit you’re spewing.”

“Chris….”

“We’re done here. Stay away from me and my family. Megan, let’s go.” Chris turned and marched off with Megan rushing to keep up. They passed Hemsworth on the way and he let them know Kate was already in the car. Chris picked up his pace and practically ran to the car. Kate was sitting in the back trying not to hyperventilate. “Oh, babe, I am so fucking sorry.” Chris wrapped Kate in his arms and she began to sob. “Please don’t let her get to you. Please, baby. She’s a piece of shit.” Kate couldn’t say anything. She was too overcome with hurt and anger and it wasn’t helping her keep her morning sickness at bay. Megan ordered the driver to pull over and Kate barely made it out of the car before she was sick on the side of the interstate.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Chris laid beside Kate and watched her sleep in the darkness. He didn’t know exactly what Minka had said. Kate hadn’t been coherent as they drove home and she had decided to just go to bed when they got to their house. Lisa had tried to get her to talk while she’d helped her clean up and get into her shirt and shorts, but Kate just hadn’t felt like talking.

He reached over and placed his hand on her stomach, hoping to feel the baby move. “Did I trap you, Chris?” Her voice startled him. He thought she’d been deep asleep.

Then the meaning of her words hit him. “What?”

She pushed his hand away from her. “I did, didn’t I? Because I wouldn’t have an abortion, you felt obligated to stay with me.”

“I think you forgot about the two months before we found out….”

“I’m sorry, Chris. I’m sorry for invading your life. It’s not what I meant to happen.”

“Stop it.”

“But it’s true! You were living your life and then I just showed up and….”

“Made everything brighter. You made my world better, Kat.”

“How did I do that? I said from the beginning that I’m nothing special.”

“And I said from the beginning that you are extraordinary. You haven’t done anything to prove me wrong.”

“The things she said…. Are people really saying that about me?”

“Who gives a shit? Nothing anyone says is going to change how I feel about you.”

“I’m just a nobody fangirl who met the celebrity she adored and fooled him into loving her.”

“Is that how you really feel? Or is that a conditioned response?”

“Conditioned response?”

Chris sat up and turned the bedside lamp on. “Kat, your father spent years making sure that you felt like you were never going to be good enough. You spent years in therapy trying to recondition yourself to think otherwise, but you’re going back to that old way of thinking right now. Do you remember what you said to me in Boston when I was worried about people being mean to you? You were so confident in yourself then. You said that you had heard it all about yourself and it wasn’t going to bother you. Where did that Kat go?” “She was wrong. It does bother me.”

“Why?” “Because my father was right. I’m not good enough, Chris! I’m not good enough to be your partner. I’m not good enough to….”

“Stop it!”

“Look at how I reacted tonight! That’s not how someone in a relationship with Chris fucking Evans should react to anyone talking shit about her.”

“How should she react?”

“She should have walked out of that stall and told Minka to go fuck herself.”

“And why didn’t she?”

“Because I’m not her! I just sat there and listened to it and I didn’t stand up for myself because I feel like maybe she was right. Maybe I did trap you because I wouldn’t have an abortion.”

“Take your pass.”

“What?”

“Take your pass.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m giving you a hormone pass. Take it.”

“You think this is just hormones?”

“I know this is just hormones. Baby, you had a rough night and you’re allowed to feel shitty, but I need you to take the hormone pass and come back to me, ok?”

“Chris….”

“Take the hormone pass, damn it!”

She blinked at him for a moment. “Ok! I take the hormone pass!”

“Thank you.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“I love you, too.” Chris stopped for a moment and stared at her. He seemed to come to some conclusion and smiled to himself. “Kathleen Amelia Allen, I love you. It is insane how much I love you.”

“Sometimes I really believe that insane part.”

He reached over and pulled out a little wooden box from the nightstand on his side of the bed. He opened it to reveal a beautiful and unique engagement ring sitting in dark blue velvet. The white gold ring was an art deco style with a European cut diamond set in a square-shaped halo of French cut sapphire accents. A pear-shaped natural sapphire sat on either side of the square. “Kat, I bought this in Savannah after I left Richmond. I bought this only three weeks after we met. I was wandering through town waiting for you to get off work so I could call you and I saw this in the window of an old antique shop. It just screamed your name. I walked in and bought it because I knew one day, I wanted to give it to you. I bought it well before I knew you were pregnant. I’ve carried it with me everywhere I go since that day just waiting for the perfect moment.”

“You think me having a mental breakdown because your ex said some nasty things about me and made me realize how big and different your world actually is, is a perfect moment?”

“Uh…. Actually….” His resolve wavered for a moment, but he pushed it aside and continued on. “Yes.” He wove the fingers of his free hand with one of hers. “Kat, I have never in my life felt about anyone the way I feel about you. Now is the perfect moment for you to understand that. You didn’t trap me. I’m exactly where I was meant to be and I’m asking you to be there with me, too. I’m asking you to marry me.” Kate opened and closed her mouth a few times, not finding the right words to come out. “I’m going to set this right here,” Chris kissed her hand and leaned over her to set the open ring box on her nightstand. “You don’t have to answer me tonight. Or tomorrow. Or the next day, or the day after that…. But the question is there to be answered when you’re ready to answer it, ok?” She nodded. “Let’s go to sleep now?” Kate nodded again, laying on her side and letting Chris spoon against her back.

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Silk and Steel ch 10

Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9

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Rating: Mature

Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Relationship: James “Bucky” Barnes/Reader

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Slow Burn, Reader-Insert, Florists, Reader is an Enhanced Individual, Nick Fury Knows All, SHIELD, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. References, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Pre-Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie), Bucky Barnes Feels, Protective Steve Rogers, Hydra (Marvel), enhanced!reader, Reader’s Brother works for SHIELD, POV Female Character, James “Rhodey” Rhodes & Tony Stark Friendship, Rhodey is skeptical, Vision is curious, Tony feeds good behavior with blueberries, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Blueberries, backstory incoming, The Winter Soldiers - Freeform, Fragmented Teamwork, You like making quips as much as the next person, Tony Stark’s Nickames, Bucky Barnes’s Metal Arm, That whirring sound it makes, Russian, Soft Bucky, Sweet Bucky, He really is a sweet heart,

Summary:

A week has passed since your stay at the Avenger’s compound and life is finally starting to feel normal again. Now if only you could kick this blueberry craving.

Chapter 10: The Groceries

A week passed with little notice. Falling back into the routine of your life was easier than it should have been.

As if nothing had changed. As if you weren’t waiting for the call. You went about each day with a sense of tension. Dreading each ring of your cell phone. It wasn’t likely that Babushka would get back to you so soon, but the longer it took, the longer that your brother was in the hands of Hydra.

A week went by, and no letter had come from him. No word. Not even lies that he would occasionally feed you when he was on something big. No smiley face to tell you the truth amidst it all.

It left your stomach tied in knots.

Sunday came round, and it was time to see to the errands you normally let fall to the wayside when going about your week. Luckily almost everything could be handled online, except for running the deposit for the shoppe, but that would be tomorrow at lunch, the same as every monday. You enjoyed the quiet routine of your life. It had always brought a sense of security, of belonging.

Now it just brought distraction.

You decided to get a bit of fresh air, turning on your comm for the first time all week since Bucky’s visit.

“Finally!” Tony’s voice rang out almost immediately in your ear. “Guys! She’s on! You! I gave you blueberries and you do this to me?!”

You can’t help but giggle, getting used to the way it felt to have him sound so near and clear, even your phone never got signal as clear as this. “Sorry, I really didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“Worry? We had to send flower boy after you before the centennial man went charging in and got himself yet another criminal charge.”

“Flower… boy?” You furrowed your brow, even as you started getting ready to go out. Slipping into a rather comfortable outfit of tee shirt and jeans, topped off with the stolen sweater.

“Apparently I have a new nickname.” Bucky’s voice cut in before Stark could manage to say another word.

“I dunno, sort of suits you. Should have seen him, Druid.” Natasha half purred, and you could just about picture the smirk playing at the edges of her lips. “Beamed near bright enough that we worried about getting sunburns when he brought the flower pot here.”

You blushed even as she mentioned it. “Yeah well…”

“Don’t let them tease you. It was a nice gesture.” Steve finally came onto the comms.

“Totally sweet, but if we don’t get a few bouquets here soon, Bunny, I’m going to start feeling like you’re playing favorites. And then I’m going to have to start questioning your taste.” You grabbed your keys, locking up the apartment behind you before making your way down the stairs. Checking to make sure that you had your phone and wallet on you. Then putting in a headset to make it seem like you weren’t talking to yourself for any passersby.

Natasha had gone over that before you had left.

“Hey, where are you going?”

Tony’s sudden question made you jump, glancing around and expecting them to come jumping out of the shadows. “Um… The grocery store? I need food. And you keep talking about blueberries, I’m starting to crave them. Ah… Are you guys here?”

“No. No, we’re at the compound. Stark just has your gps up. You really did worry us going dark like that.” Steve replied, almost softly disappointed. But even then, you could tell that he was trying to be gentle with you, kind.

“Don’t worry Doll, no tail on you today. Everyone is just paranoid. I gave them the mission report.”

“Oh… Right, that makes sense then.” You let out a soft breath, nodding and trying to calm the sudden beating of your heart.

“Breathe Doll.” You heard James almost whisper before he was speaking away from the comms. “Alright everyone, we can see that she’s alive and well. Your pet robot will let us know if anything comes up unusual Stark.”

“I might have to object to FRIDAY being called a pet anything, but I get your point. Enjoy the blueberries kid, you earned them. Signing out.”

The others echoed his call out before you heard the comms go dead. The tight feeling in your chest releasing all at once. You really weren’t built for this sort of work. Attention finally lifting back up to the street around you, taking a moment to regain your bearings before you were walking the few blocks to the grocery store. Humming softly to yourself. You were greeted by the cashier as you walked through the door, smiling and waving to them before grabbing a basket. It was rare that you ever needed anything in bulk, so you didn’t bother to grab a cumbersome cart.

Plus you had a voice in your head that sounded eerily like Natasha telling you to keep your hands immediately accessible.

Fuck’s sake all this time with the Avengers (you assumed it was okay to call them that again, even if only temporarily) was making you paranoid. Trying to shake off the feeling of needing to watch your back while you perused the aisles. You only needed a few items to restock the pantry and fridge after all, it shouldn’t take that long.

Humming as you reached the produce and grabbed a jumbo sized container of blueberries. “Damn Tony and his reinforcement.” You grumbled almost teasingly to yourself, shaking your head as you set it atop the rest of your purchases. Making way towards the till before pausing, your sight catching on a rack of cheesy birthday and event cards.

A smile suddenly spreading over your lips as you made a beeline towards it. Trying to flip through the various cards to find the most ridiculous ones. Carefully selecting an individual card for each of your new team members. Hoping to find something that might be to their unique tastes. (Reserving the Meme for Peter, who would probably prefer an E-card anyways, you would scroll through your phone later to see if you could find anything better.) Adding them each to your cart and heading for the cashier.

Watching as she scanned your items through, you considered whether it would be a good idea to schedule another training sessions. Maybe Tony could find some way of monitoring your ability. Or you could help work on your endurance.

The thoughts trailing off as you accepted your grocery bags with a soft smile, passing over a few bills and telling them to put the change in the donation box. Waving slightly as you parted ways. Heading back onto the empty sidewalk, a few people passing by on the opposite side. This was something that you liked about your neighborhood, it wasn’t constantly busy.

You worried at your lip while trying to consider how exactly you would be able to practice more with your ability, it wasn’t exactly the same as doing a home work out. But Bucky had been right, it would be too dangerous to go back to the compound again, especially now that

———————-

“Mr Stark.”

“Yeah, FRIDAY, little busy.” Tony was tooling about with a new prototype of the suit. Nanotech had come a long way even in just the past year. And honestly, he was tired of having to piece things back together after every fight. The last suit was still wrecked after the Siberia incident, and he had no energy to even try fixing it. Especially not with Steve and that asshole here.

Even if that asshole occasionally had a sense of humor.

“I believe that this qualifies as an emergency, sir.” FRIDAY intoned, the smallest hint of urgency in her tone making Tony pause. “Druid has gone offline.”

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