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holdmytesseract · 2 years

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Intertwined Hearts

Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Summary: After a conversation with his mother, Loki makes a big decision - and surprises you.

Warnings: Actually non... This is pure tooth-rotting fluff, guys! Although... Maybe a bit suggestive smut?

Word Count: 2,6k

a/n: Guys... Guys... My heart! This is so utterly cute, I can't! This one shot is from the GPU (Glorious Purpose Universe)! I thought it would be cute to add a few other things to this Universe. It's set before New York! I hope you guys like it! Oh and it's inspired by this song!

Tagging @lokisgoodgirl in this one! ;)

"So, when are you going to ask her?" "Ask who what, mother?" Loki looked visibly confused at his mother, while they were on their daily walk through the big, beautiful gardens of Asgard's palace. They had enjoyed the gorgeous blooming flowers and trees in pleasant silence, until Frigga begun suddenly to speak. His mother gave him a smile. "Y/N, my son. When are you going to ask her to marry you?" Loki almost choked at the words of Frigga. This came quite a bit surprising and definitely out of nowhere. Loki certainly didn't see that coming... "I-I, uh, I... I honestly never thought about that..." It was true. Sure, he and Y/N had been together for a long while now, but that thought had never crossed his mind. "Don't worry, son, that's alright. I just wanted to ask. Who would've known? Maybe you already had something planned." Frigga said, winking at him. "But what I actually wanted to say with that is..." She stopped, causing Loki to stop as well. With another smile, she took her son's hands in her own. "I believe that Y/N is the right woman for you. She loves you with all her heart. She makes you the happiest you have ever been. I can see that." Loki had to smile as well at her words. It was true, no doubt. "And I just want to make sure that you are never ever letting that woman go. Hold on to her." The words of his mother touched Loki deeply, caused his heart to skip a beat. He loved his mother dearly and this meant a lot to him. He squeezed gently her hands. "I promise you, mother. I would be the biggest idiot, walking the nine realms, if I would ever let that wonderful woman go." Frigga smiled once again. "Wise decision, Loki." She nodded "Since Y/N is in your life, you became so much more mature. My little boy is a man now. I am very proud of you. Please always remember that, my son." "Thank you, mother. I will." Frigga squeezed his hands, before she let go of them and started to walk away. "I unfortunately have to go now. Your father awaits me. Think about proposing to her - if you want. You know I would never force you to do anything." "I know. Thank you." Perhaps Loki should really think about this. Making Y/N finally and wholly his... Making Y/N his wife. That sounded utterly right in his head. Like it was meant to be. A match made in Valhalla. Maybe it was, who knew... "No matter if or when you are taking Y/N as your wife - as long as you two are giving me a few wonderful grandchildren..." "Mother!" Loki's eyes widened at Frigga's straightforwardness, cheeks turning red. The Allmother just laughed heartily, "I apologise, my dear, but I can't rely on Thor at that in the moment." and walked away, back to the palace.

Barely two months had passed since Loki's conversation with his mother. He had thought about this thoroughly - and had made a decision.

"Where are you taking me, Sif?" Y/N giggled, as Sif led her, her eyes blindfolded. "Why are we doing this?" Y/N asked a few minutes later. "And why am I blindfolded? Is this some kind of trick? Has Loki something to do with it?" She questioned her friend further, causing Sif to roll playfully her eyes. "Sometimes you are too curious for your own good, do you know that? Now would you please just stop to drill me with questions and shut up? Just... wait and see." Y/N had to giggle again. "Okay, okay. I'll be quiet now." Sif smiled, although Y/N couldn't see it. "Thank the Norns."

Sif had come into her and Loki's quarters previously just like that, blindfold in hands. Y/N had been utterly confused, as the warrior told her to get dressed in something nice and follow her. No further explanations. Sif had told her to not question it and just do it. Of course, Y/N did what her friend asked her to, even if she had no clue why. She couldn't even ask Loki, if he knew what was going on, because he had an important meeting with his father, Thor and the war council of Asgard… "This is going to take longer, I'm afraid. Don't wait for me. Go to bed, my love." Loki's words echoed through Y/N's head. Well, now those plans had been cancelled... The young woman's thoughts ran wild as she got dressed in her white evening gown. What could this all be about? It wasn't her birthday, so it couldn't have something to do with that... What was it then? The dress she put on was pure and simple, yet elegant, fitting for royalty. "Are you ready, Y/N?" Sif asked, leaning against the main door. "Yes. What do you think?" She stepped out of the changing room and twirled in a circle. Sif smiled. "Perfect."

About twenty minutes later, they had reached their destination. "Alright. We're here." Y/N didn't know how to feel. Excited? Curious? A bit afraid? Nervous? All together? She bit her lip. "Can I look now? Please?" "One minute." The minute felt like eternity, before Sif gently repositioned Y/N and finally loosened the knot of the blindfold. "Now you can look." With those words, Sif let go of the blindfold, causing the piece of silk to fall to the ground. The young Asgardian opened slowly her eyes - and what she saw left her completely stunned and speechless. Sif had led her to a beautiful glade in the forests of Asgard. It was surrounded by trees, several plants, rocks and logs. It looked like it came straight out of a book of fairytales. Y/N recognised the glade. It wasn't just a glade... It was the glade where she met Loki for the first time. Speaking of him... He stood in the middle of the glade, dressed in his full Asgardian armour (except the helmet), hands behind his back and smiling - nervously? Beside his feet were blankets and a lot of pillows, causing everything to look utterly comfy. He and the sea of pillows were surrounded by a lot of flying candles - clearly his doing. A big plate with food sat in the middle of the blanket. The scenery in front of Y/N's eyes looked more than just romantic. With the yellow-red sinking sun peeking through the trees, it was just perfect. Her heart started to pick up speed, butterflies running wild inside her stomach. "Hello, my love." Loki took a few steps closer. Y/N was still speechless and completely stunned. "L-Lokes? W-What... What is this all about? I-I thought you have an important meeting this evening?" The God of Mischief smirked. "Well, surprise! You are the war council meeting." 0h… "Mischievous as always..." Y/N stated, shaking her head, but smiling. Loki stepped even closer, reached for her hips to pull her close against his body. The woman placed automatically her hands on his chest, feeling the cool metal of his golden breast plate underneath her palms. "Please forgive me for the little white lie I had to tell you." "Of course, love, but..." She gestured around. "What is this all about? Why are you dressed in your armour? You are never dressed that posh and noble, unless it's for a special occasion." There was a glint in Loki's eyes as he shrugged his shoulders. "Am I not allowed to take my enchanting girlfriend on a romantic date? Isn't that special enough?" Y/N's cheeks turned slightly red at her lover's charming words. "Well, I guess you are right." The prince smiled again, before he dipped his head, capturing Y/N's lips in a soft, loving kiss. "Can I just say... You look incredibly beautiful, darling." "Thank you. You look handsome as well." They gazed in each other's eyes, the flames of love burning high in between them. Y/N couldn't help but to stand on her tiptoes and kiss him again. Loki reciprocated the kiss gladly, wholeheartedly. He would never get tired of kissing her. Never.

"Shall we eat, my love?" She nodded. "I'd love to." Loki smiled, took her smaller hand in his bigger one, intertwined their fingers and led her over to the pile of blankets and pillows, where they sat down together, getting comfortable. Only now noticed Y/N, that Sif had disappeared, was nowhere to be seen. On the other hand... Why would she stay? This was her and Loki's date, after all.

Together, the couple digged into the delicious food Loki had brought for this picnic. "Grape, my love?" Y/N nodded immediately. She loved grapes. One of the best things to eat here on Asgard - in her opinion. The prince took a grape in between his thumb and forefinger, then brought it up to the woman's lips. She opened her mouth, took the grape gently from Loki's fingers and munched on it with a smile. They continued to eat and feed each other with various foods, until the plate was entirely empty. The rest of their evening together was spent with stargazing, cuddling and a lot of kissing. Both had the feeling that this had just been perfect - and long overdue... Therefore, that Loki had a lot of royal duties to tend to, was the time for togetherness quite a bit limited - if even partially non-existent. So, it did them both good to spent time together - alone, without anybody interrupting. After all, Loki had something planned and took this evening off on purpose.

A shiver ran down Y/N's spine, goosebumps forming on her skin. Yes, it was summer, but Asgardian nights were always a bit cold. "Are you freezing, my love?" She nodded. "A bit, yeah..." "Then let's head back home. I don't want you to catch a cold." Loki smiled at Y/N, then stood up, before he helped her getting up as well. Within a wave of his hand had everything around them disappeared magically, leaving them in the pure nature of Asgard. The moon was bright, just like the stars and provided enough light for them to see clear. Fireflies swarmed around them, a soft breeze brushing past them. Everything was dived in soft blue light, making the forest around them look like straight out of a storybook. It was breathtakingly beautiful. The night Loki chose couldn't have been better. Suddenly, a shooting star crossed the sky. "Lokes, a shooting star! Did you see it!" He nodded. "Yes, I saw it. Quick, love, make a wish!" Y/N giggled adorably and closed her eyes. This was it, Loki thought. The perfect moment he had been waiting for the whole evening. Now or never.

The prince quickly conjured a little, emerald green box and went down on one knee in front of the woman he loved with all his heart. A few seconds later, fluttered Y/N's eyes open again, only to widen moments later. "L-Lokes, what... What is this about now? W-What are y-you doing?" Deep down she already knew of course what he was going to do. It was just too good to be true. Was this really happening? Loki just smiled and reached for her hand, holding it gently in his own hands. "Y/N... My darling, my soulmate, my significant other... You came into my life all those years ago. We met right here, on this very glade. I remember it vividly, like it had just happened yesterday - although it wasn't quite a comfortable encounter." Those words made Y/N giggle slightly. It was true. They didn't quite like each other. Rather the opposite... Y/N had been a warrior at that time. A newly recruited warrior. She had amazing fighting skills and had just started to train with Sif. "We despised each other from the beginning, didn't get along at all. But then were some kind of forced to spend more time together and at some point, hate turned into love. True love. I never loved a person that hard in my life, than I came to love you. My heart is yours and it's always going to be yours." Loki pressed a soft kiss to Y/N's hand to underline his words, before he continued. "I owe you so much, my love. You turned me from a boy into a man and - with no doubt, made me a better person." He smiled brightly at the stunned woman in front of him. "Thank you for that - and for everything else you did for me. Thank you for staying at my side when nobody else stayed. You know that I always have your back - just like you'll always have my back. No matter what is coming our way." His words touched her deeply. She already needed to hold back the tears, building up in her eyes. "I love you with every cell of my body and with all my heart, darling, and because of that..." Loki opened the little emerald green box with one hand, revealing a stunning gold ring with a small emerald on top. Y/N gasped, audibly. She couldn't stop the tears anymore from falling. "Let me make you my princess. My queen. My wife." He paused, inhaled deeply. "Y/N, my love, would you do me the honour and marry me?" Another gasp left Y/N's lips. He did it. He asked her the question. "M-Marry you?" She asked, still quite couldn't grasp what she had heard. Loki nodded, smiling. "Yes, darling." The prince felt the nervosity bubbling again up inside him. What if she was going to say no? "Marry me. Please?" He added shyly. Those words seem to finally break the dam. Her brain caught finally up, the words sinking in. Loki wanted her to marry him! The tears started to fall even faster, as Y/N started to nod quickly. "Y-Yes! N-Norns, yes! I would want n-nothing more in m-my life than to m-marry you!" Y/N sobbed, voice shaking. She couldn't describe what a firework of feelings just exploded within her body - just like it did in Loki's body. She said yes. The realisation hit him like a bolt of lightning. He gasped as well; tears started to fall from his eyes as well. "You really want to marry me?" "Yes! Of course, Lokes!" A relieved laugh left his lips, before he slipped the ring with shaking hands on Y/N's finger. Then there was no holding back anymore. Loki stood up and hugged his fiancée, sweeping her off her feet. Y/N giggled like a teenage girl and leaned down to kiss her prince stormily. "I love you! Norns, I love you so much." She literally squealed, kissing him all over again. Loki's smile had never been brighter. "I love you too, my princess." ◇◇◇ Bonus:

"So, you've done it?" Frigga asked with a big, kind smile on her lips. Loki nodded, couldn't help but to smile as well and dwell in the memories of that magical night yesterday. "I did, mother. I took her to the place we first met, picnicked with her, proposed to her, then took her back in our chambers and made sweet, sweet love to her." Loki blurted out, his cheeks reddening a few seconds later at the realisation what he had just told his mother. That certainly wasn't planned... The problem was that he was still somewhere floating on cloud nine... Frigga just giggled at her son's words and winked at him. "So does that mean I am soon going to have a married son and a grandchild?" The prince's eyes widened. "Mother! Norns! I, we, uh, we didn't try to..." He tried to explain, but trailed off, helplessly. Frigga, again just giggled, then lifted her hand to cup her son's cheek. "No need to be embarrassed, my dear. I am the Goddess of Marriage and Motherhood; did you forget that already?" She winked. "It makes me truly, honestly happy to hear that. It warms my heart to see you so deeply in love – and especially happy." She stroked her thumb over his pale cheek, before she retreated her hand once again. "I love you, my son." Loki's heart melted and he smiled. His mother meant the world to him. "And I love you, mother." He couldn't help but to take her in his arms and hug her.

#loki laufeyson x female reader #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki x y/n #loki x you #loki imagine #loki oneshot #loki fanfic #tom hiddleston characters

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haich-slash-cee · 2 years

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"Mellows" as a term for non-whumpers

A few of us were workshopping the term "Mellows" as a term for non-whumpers. Any thoughts?

Examples....

"This panel discussion on fictional medical situations - how many people do you think are Whumpers and how many people do you think are Mellows?"

"This book my friend recommended is, uh, really whumpy. I thought my friend was a mellow, but maybe they're actually a whumper."

"This show looks mellow at first, except there's an undercurrent of emotional hurt/comfort. And then it ramps up the whump at the end."

"I kinda fluctuate between being mellow and being a whumper, ya know? I'll still make a note of a whumpy show, for later, when I wanting something whumpy again."

"Whumpers and Mellows can both agree that..."

Notes:

Thanks @whumpymirages for suggesting "mellows"!

"Whumper" and "Mellow" have interestingly similar "w" "m" sounds.

"Mellow" sounds pretty neutral when used in sentences.

(We were tossing around other names like "Mundanes" "Nonwhumps" "Painless" "Humdrums" "Whumpdrums" "Gentles" "Softies". "Mellows" was the one that was sticking a little more.)

.....Whumpers are actually some of the most mellow people I know, though.... "I add tags and content warnings so people can find/avoid my story and have a good reading experience " "I curate my online experience and avoid content I don't like"

This name suggestion is partly a response to "wuggles" being toted as synonym for "non-whumper". I mean I do get the immediate connection and connotation with "muggles". But, unfortunately, JKR is now using HP's popularity to actively push harmful transphobia. I wanted to propose alternate names to mitigate some of that, and because having to see HP references is not a good time for some trans folks and other folks.

#whump discourse #fandom #mellows #whump #the answer to the first quote is: 4 out of 5 people I'm guessing #The answer to the last quote: idk you tell me #that ham and pineapple on pizza is good actually? that tardigrades are too precious for their own good? that humans were made for caring?#I used to line up at midnight for hp books :( but there's lots of other british fantasy kidlit if that's the genre; ie diana wynne jones

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kujo1597 · 2 months

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I’ve been watching my friend liveblog her rewatch of She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (great show) and it looked really fun to do. And she’s also doing this to get into writing SPOP fanfics and as some of you may remember, I have a Jem fanfic called Unbreakable that I really do need to finish. So I figured I would blog my rewatch of Jem. I wanted to watch the show again to get my creative juices flowing and figured why not.

Because I know the show backwards and forwards due to watching it five or six times my posts will probably largely focus on the characters and traits they have that I incorporate into the writing. I’ll talk about Jerrica’s relationship with Rio and why it’s so dysfunctional and concerning.

I’m also going to be a fucking weirdo and keep track of the crying because a character trait of Kimber’s I find really interesting is how private she is with her tears compared to the others. But this will be kept in a folder of its own and I won’t dwell on it.

I won't be putting all of these into the fandom tag because I worry that I'll be deemed "too active" by Tumblr and my posts will stop showing up in the tag. So I guess if you're interested in keeping up with these keep track of the "Kujo Watches Jem" tag.

Man I love this show’s first intro song and the animation. It’s largely rotoscoped and looks really nice.

The show starts off with a look at Jem and The Holograms at a premiere and it’s a cool way of introducing the characters. They make it very clear who’s who.

Aja

Shana

I love how they just fukkin’ throw Kimber out of the car. This is a good time to mention that the animation in the first five episodes is pretty janky. They’re stitched together seven minutes shorts that were part of the Super Sunday block on whichever channel this aired on. So we’re kind of watching a proof of concept right now.

And of course they show Jem as this cool and mysterious woman as she shrugs off her sheer veil in front of a cheering crowd. Reporters ask Jem a bunch of questions.

Then we hear our protagonist, Jerrica, start narrating.

She tells us that her story begins after her father's unexpected death. And they establish later in the show that this funeral is on or around Jerrica's birthday. Which is really awful. I feel bad for her.

I remember Eric being kind of creepy at the funeral but always forget just how creepy he is. Especially because I’m fairly confident that at this point in production Jerrica is meant to be an older teen. Like, 17 or 18. I don’t blame Rio for dragging her off.

But oh man, let’s just add this to the “Jerrica apologizes for Rio count.” It’s a recurring thing.

Now we cut to a shot of Starlight House and the characters working to fix it up. This also has cool details like a design table, Shana is into fashion design as we’ll learn later.

Uh, I need to point out this bird cage. You’ll see why later. But I need to point it out.

I wonder how long Ashley’s been living here for. Because she comments on the house being a dump as if she’s just moved in. Also she broke that chair. She tried to flop onto it but it broke.

Now we meet Mrs. Bailey who helps take care of the kids. Nice lady. She informs Jerrica that her dad, Emmett, would get money to fund the Starlight House’s upkeep from his music company. So Jerrica goes over to the office. She sees a new receptionist, walks past her and enters her dad's old office.

Eric continues to call Jerrica “darling” and talks about how he’s hired a new band called The Misfits. And they ride in on these extremely toyetic motorcycles. I don’t think they ever did get released though. But man, this screams “toy commercial show.” Jem is way more than just that though.

We get the first song of the series and it’s great. Fun imagery. And it’s funny seeing them play their instruments because Stormer is playing this weird boomerang guitar. I seriously do wonder when they finalized what instruments the characters play. Aja was messing around with drumsticks earlier in the episode and spoiler alert, she’s not a drummer, like, at all.

Jerrica calls The Misfits trash and insults Pizzazz. Then they talk about Eric holding a rigged battle of the bands competition. Which obviously Jerrica doesn’t approve of.

We then cut to Jerrica in her bedroom on a stormy night. Jerrica’s mad about Eric ruining the good image of her dad’s company. Then Kimber points out the jewellery box addressed to Jerrica. It contains earrings, very familiar earrings. Everybody wonders who they came from. Aja figures it was Rio.

Then thunder and lighting, and a mysterious woman who looks like she walked out of an exercise tape addresses Jerrica in a slightly ghostly voice.

And then Jerrica very rudely puts her hands in this woman’s belly. Jerrica! Personal space!

Understandably the mysterious woman leaves. In a flash of light.

Everybody follows the directions left in the earring box and meet up with the woman in Starlight Drive-In. She walks through a wall and they follow her in their van, the Starlight Express.

A quick aside, I was talking to my friend who’s only seen two or three episodes of Jem because of me kind of going, “Well, these episodes are very silly. I think it’d be fun to watch them with you.” Anyway, I was talking about the show and because of the fact that everything has the word Starlight in the name he asked if Starlight was Jerrica’s last name. And yeah, I get why he would think that.

Anyway, the woman introduces herself as Synergy and explains that she’s a highly advanced entertainment system made by Emmett Benton. We get shots where the characters split off and look at their interests, Shana at clothes, Kimber at the musical instruments, and Aja at the car, the Rockin' Roadster.

Seeing Synergy’s ability to make realistic holograms along with all the instruments gave Jerrica an idea.

Oh neat, we’re seeing a performance by a band that sounds… not great. I guess the rigging is going well.

And then we hear some more music, this time a song building up.

And that song the first one performed by Jem in the series. It’s a very solid one! A good note to start the band on.

Obviously everybody loved this band, they sound great! Eric gets all worked up and demands to know what they’re doing here because the contest is invite only. Jem points to Jerrica and announces that she was sent there by Jerrica.

And then Jem totally inconspicuously runs off of the stage and behind a tree. Then turns into Jerrica. She meets up with Eric on the stage and they’re caught arguing on the mics. I actually forgot that Eric was the one who put control of Starlight Music up as a stake in a new competition. One just between The Misfits and Jem and The Holograms.

A film producer named Howard Sands happened to be in the crowd and he promises a movie, and a mansion to the winner of the new battle of the bands competition. Six months from now.

Jerrica accepts the challenge having full confidence in herself and her sisters.

The Misfits are rowdy trouble makers so they steal Jem’s equipment and drives off with it in their van. The rival band gives chase because that’s their stuff and they need it. Musical equipment is not cheap. We get this thrilling chase where Roxy and Stormer throws things at the car Aja’s driving to try to get them to crash I guess. And uh

That’s a cliff. They’re heading right off a cliff. And Aja hit the gas judging by the sound effect.

Good work.

You can kind of tell this was the end of the short, especially when they come back from commercial and replay the chase scene.

Jerrica’s not dumb. She sends a hologram of Jem out to get help. The hologram meets up with Rio and tells him where the car is. Rio saves them.

The paper reports on this and gives Jem and The Holograms a bunch of publicity.

The Misfits don’t see much of a problem with this because they can still win the competition and of course

winning is everything.

I just, look at this GIF.

Okay I needed you to see that. The music video is a wonderful flavour of silly.

Now back to Starlight House. We see the girls putting money into the Honor Jar. It's a communal fund that the girls contribute to in order to afford things for Starlight House. They’re trying to buy a new fridge. Before adding the funds to the jar they have to announce how they made the money.

Ashley questions the jar which really adds to the feeling that she’s new here.

Also, it’s weird hearing Deirdre being voiced by Samantha Newark. She’s voiced by Patricia Alice Albrecht in her later appearances. The same VA as Pizzazz, Samantha Newark is Jerrica’s by the way.

Meanwhile Eric phones a thug and tells him to make Jerrica uncomfortable.

I need to know where this place is located. It’s in the middle of a forest or something. And I swear that’s a river behind it. Is that safe when you have twelve kids? The youngest is eight so maybe we don't have too much to worry about.

Anyway, Ashley steals money from the Honor Jar and Jerrica catches her. And then says something that never sat super right with me.

“There’s no room in Starlight House for girls who steal and lie.”

Like, hm, I dunno, I can’t articulate exactly why it bothers me. I feel like it would kind of breed dishonesty. Like how controlling parents often end up with kids who are really good at sneaking around them.

But Jerrica is a teen herself and taking care of twelve kids so I can’t be too hard on her. Especially because her dad did recently die so there is going to be some adjusting to the new role as foster mother.

Jerrica tells Ashley that the other girls are going to decide on her punishment because they’re the ones running the Honor Jar. The punishment is to raise $30 which is ten times the amount Ba Nee raised by the way.

I get a kick out of Samantha Newark trying to sound like a tough girl, possibly from Jersey. What do I know? I’m Canadian. Now I’m kind of wishing they kept her as Deirdre’s voice actor. We do get more "tough girl Newark" later in the series though. In an excellent episode.

Later on during the night Rio’s explaining that the power’s still out and offers to stay over. But Jerrica turns him down. They lean in for a kiss.

And hear a bunch of giggling which is cute.

Jerrica turns to them and says, “Jealous?” before kissing Rio.

I like this dynamic between Jerrica and her girls.

Later that night the thug Eric talked to, Zipper, awkwardly breaks into the house. It takes him a couple tries to break the window. Still better than what I could do.

One of the Starlight Girls, Marianne, never named in the show, alerts Jerrica to there being a noise coming from downstairs. So Jerrica takes her sisters with her to check out the noise while the kids stay upstairs and safe.

Because there’s no power and it’s the middle of the night Kimber’s holding a lantern with the biggest damn flame I have ever seen.

Zipper having been caught pushes past Kimber and knocks the lantern out of her hands. And sets the house on fire.

Like, crazily on fire.

And this is where the episode ends.

I would love to do more but this took even longer than I expected and I haven’t been getting enough sleep so I’m quite tired and dizzy. So bedtime for me. I’ll pick this up later, possibly tomorrow.

#Jem and the Holograms #Kujo Watches Jem #Well that took almost three hours #Next episode will have less screenshots. I mostly wanted ones that show the characters when they get introduced #The screenshotting took the most time #I can't wait for the Honor Jar to stop being a thing. I have to consciously make an effort to spell it without a u

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lavenoon · 1 year

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Hey. Hey Luce Hey. Hey.

Remember that Outfits The Boys Like On Y/N post???

I see you mentioning resisting temptation to add Reverse Boys Reactions in in the tags. 👀 May I uh. Enable you on that?

I would Very Much like to know. For Reasons.

I remember the post, yes <3

I'll do you one better though. Because it's been a while, and back then we only had main and reverse, I resisted adding the reverse boys. Preferences stay the same across all timelines, yes, but the reactions differ.

We got a few more timelines by now (:

Reverse: So the ask was about dressing up in particular, which means unfortunately for Dawn he perishes every mission. He gets used to it, he thinks, but he can't do anything he would like to do. Compliments fall on deaf, or worse, unbelieving ears, and he still has to keep it together well enough to not get distracted from the mission. Reverse Robin has a lot more fancy outfits due to their undercover focus, so he regularly gets smacked with something he hasn't seen yet and dies anew. Later in the timeline he tries more and more to subtly match them, to have complementing colors (fortunately for him, red and green are complementing colors) in their outfits, all without Robin calling him out on it or actively counteracting it out of pride.

Moon on the other hand just assumes they have a formal dress code at work, whatever that work is - but it doesn't make things easier for his metaphorical heart. He's more the comfortable type, and not being floored by the novelty he's more thinking along the lines of "I wonder if they ever wear something comfortable." The closest he gets is when they come home late, tie loosened and sleeves rolled up, with their jacket slung over their arm, tired from the long day. Suddenly Moon is having second thoughts about formal clothing because apparently it's unbelievably hot when they're not worn as intended. (Or maybe it's the prospect of getting them out of the uncomfortable clothes and into something more comfortable, but that's nothing he should be thinking about the nice neighbor/ landlord)

And because this time I will not bridle my insanity:

Hatchling: Main: Sun again catches glimpses only - but they shoot his yearning and perceived martyrdom into the stratosphere. Wailing and hitting the floor (metaphorically, emotionally) that that stupid coworker who doesn't even pay attention to them gets to see them like that, while he, who would appreciate their effort, barely gets to see or even interact with them. That's not fair! Y/N is more likely to be the one cracking a joke there - maybe even actually pointing towards his suit, joking about how maybe they could sneak him into whatever event, to have a friend there. Sun perishes, but agrees it would be a nice hypothetical, alas...

Dusk, if not for the fact that he's an animatronic, would choke on nothing (or anything) upon seeing a dressed up Robin. Whether for a work event or a rare nightly undercover mission, he suddenly finds it very hard to concentrate. He doesn't care much for suits himself, but after being very aware of the effect they have on him, a small part of him wonders if he maybe has that same effect on them, too. He squashes the thought quickly though, sticking to a quiet, and probably generic compliment - but only because internally, he's screaming with no outlet for it.

Reverse: Dawn is a peacock and an asshole, and tries very hard to find flaws in Robin's outfits. They strive for the classic secret agent look, with mostly traditional black suits and maybe a very dark green tie, just for a little color. But subtle. With time, Dawn realizes something else, however. If he mentions collar or lapel pins as dashing accessory, a few weeks later Robin will wear some. If he makes an appreciative comment on someone's loafers, a while later Robin will wear similar ones. However, especially with the flashier changes, only once. After the snap and apology, while Dawn is already finding all the mistakes he made, he starts having an idea why. He starts complimenting their suits, acknowledging changes they make, instead of just pointing out what he thinks is inadequate. And lo and behold, they start getting more confident, wearing the pins again and colorful shirts, and Dawn starts genuinely showing them off now that he stops being tsundere about it

Moon is mad. In the "don't talk me I'm angy" way. So not only does the nice, if a bit overly friendly, neighbor have one of those sucky jobs where you have to dress up every single day, but he knows about the coworker they have to deal with, who made them cry - and he stops caring about fancy outfits entirely, because he's already full out daydreaming about kidnapping them to stuff them into pajamas and roll them up in a blanket instead. He doesn't stop himself from thinking about it, because he already thinks he's never gonna get closer to them, so what's the harm? Thinks their effort is wasted and would rather see them truly comfortable for once, but that forever remains in the realm of wishful thinking (or so he thinks)

Dynamic Swap: (My guys the work besties here are basically just Dusk and Dawn from "Promise the Sun and The Moon" they're THAT bad) Main: Sun thinks he's so clever and snarky when he says something like "Oh, so you can dress up!" only to immediately get back a "Say that again and the next time I do will be at your funeral" together with a scathing glare. Later he realizes he very much did an oopsie with that. Especially once he can't stop thinking about it. Where did they go? What do they do? Why did they suddenly dress up? ... Will he get to see them dressed up again? Why did he say that, instead of something that would've actually let them know that he thinks they look nice? Why did he have to ruin things for himself further? Ends up moping about it and doesn't even tell Moon (in detail) because he feels so stupid about it

Dusk is. Oh dear. Good thing he doesn't have a jaw, because he would have lost it! Would be all over Robin, not even pretending to hide that he's looking. He's a simp, your honor. Will ask to sneak away nearly every five minutes, only barely hiding it behind jokes and laughter. But it's fine, because Robin is just as stupid (i.e. smitten) and doesn't actually mind, and is very normal about the attention. If at some point during the evening Dusk does drag them off to somewhere else, that's between those two, and their usual attitude means that no one is particularly eager to look for them and drag them back. Ideally, Dusk gets Robin talking - about anything, really - and just gets to spend the rest of the night looking <3

Reverse: So you get enthusiastic Dawn, who very much gets along with Robin, and loves flirting with them in the "jk haha unless" style, and he gets to compliment them on their outfits? These two probably discuss wearing complementing if not outright matching outfits just because "I mean, we'll show up together/ pose as a couple, soo..." and neither of them actually cares whether their excuses are flimsy af because they get giddy at the thought of matching each other. They're idiots. Insufferable idiots. They're all over each other, dishing out compliments and flirts with basically everything they say, and the worst thing is? It works for them. No one thinks the insufferably sweet and PDA indulgent couple would be secret agents, and then they're secret agents and not even a couple. Somehow, they get worse post reveal

Moon on the other hand thinks he knows exactly why the neighbor is so high strung - whatever job they have requires dressing up, which and white collar or not, it's all the same to him. Also once makes the mistake and tells them that perhaps they just need to loosen up and lose the tie - and then, after their snappy retort, is too awkward to explain that he's only wondering if they ever get to wear non restrictive, comfortable clothes, because that's also not appropriate to say! Stuck between a rock and a hard place, because he is curious what they're working as with how elaborate the outfits get (courtesy of Dawn, who of course does not realize even when Moon shares his pondering), but he can't ask and by now he's already ruined all chances he had. Quietly hopes the neighbor gets to relax sometimes, and withdraws a little further to not be another stressor

#answer let luce #lulu-lullabies #dcamv #accidentally undercover #au alt timeline #AU AU AU #hatchling au #au dynamic swap #gaze upon the tags and realize what ive done before ever reading it yes yes good #only 1.3K words tho #but ill post this and then post the other ask right after because thats actually already finished #enjoy!!

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more than a feeling pt III | stranger things ; e. munson

A/N ; And here we are, the third part of this one. This picks up from the previous part, it's literally the same night. I also went a little ham with the friendly flirting this time oops, rip. And no, no.. I'm not sorry about it.

Pairing ; Eddie Munson x new girl!fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; parts I and II can be found by clicking. Obviously, this is set in 86. BUT BUT.. the Upside Down and all it's holy terrors are not in this. And Eddie will not be dying. This is more or less a slice of life / teen rom com with angst and heavy uh.. tension.. I have a few more things planned for this, not gonna lie.

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Warnings ; holy awkward cute moments and heavy lingering sexual tension. There's really not a lot to warn about here? It's just like.. friendly -and slightly flirtatious, fluff.

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You raise a hand to knock on the door of the Munson trailer only to have it thrown open by Wayne, Eddie’s uncle. He chuckles at the flower crown perched precariously in your hair and turns away a second. “Hey Eddo! C’mere, kid. I think you’ve got a visitor.”

Eddie wanders into the living room without a shirt and you barely manage to refrain from choking on your tongue. You give a little wave from the other side of the door and Wayne steps out of the doorway to let you inside.

“Where are Gare and Jeff?” you ask. Eddie shrugs. “Jeff had to babysit his cousin tonight and Gareth got dragged into the city by his mom. They might come by later.”

“Oh. Okay.” you swallow hard because you realize this means that tonight, it’s just you and Eddie. And you’re definitely not sure how to handle that in light of your pesky little feelings or the earlier surprise visit to your Grams place before you left out for the church carnival.

And you weren’t even going to try to wrap your head around all the thoughts, all the different ways your mind took the surprise visit and spun it while sitting in a supposed “holy place” and trying to focus on literally anything but your noisy mind.

Eddie drags his fingers through his hair and your eyes latch on to the movement. He sees it, and despite knowing that you probably don’t see him like that and the other thing he refuses to think about, the fact that you insist you’ll be gone soon enough, his blood starts to really boil because your eyes get so big, your gaze is so distracted so when he asks if that’s okay if Gareth and Jeff aren’t there you don’t hear him at first.

He gets payback from your earlier antics when he was the one caught staring at you like he was starving and you were an all you can eat buffet right out in front of him and he smirks while snapping his fingers in your face. “Did you hear me? C’mon, midget.. Do I need to get a priest and the holy water? Is it the body snatchers?”

You blink and you seem to come out of your daze, a sheepish little pout as you roll your eyes. “No,no.. It’s fine, it’s not… It’s not like it’s a big deal, right?” as you shuffle your feet against the floor of the living room. Meanwhile, Wayne has been watching all of this and trying not to double over laughing. Especially when he sees that both you and his nephew seem to have this little habit, you seem to like to migrate closer and closer together.

Just to stir the pot, the man clears his throat as he steps into the living room and into view again. “Gimme the keys to the van, Eddo. Work calls. You two…” he glances from Eddie and back to you, “Behave.” he laughs as he wiggles a finger at you both before vanishing, off to work at the factory. You can feel your body burning hot but you try to ignore it, of course. Eddie swallows hard and gives his uncle a dirty look. "Ha ha, old man." but on the inside, oh boy... He's a mess. An actual fucking mess.

Eddie mimics his uncle’s taunting and teasing and then he gives you a sheepish look. “There’s uh.. There’s one problem.. We were gonna go together and like.. Rent the movies. That’s how we uh.. Usually do it.” he keeps zoning out mid sentence because he can’t focus because naturally, you’ve got your delicate little hand tangled in your hair and you’re tilting your head to look up at him and when your tongue drags across your lips it’s all he can do not to cream his pants right there, right on the spot. Which only makes him irritated with himself because he never meant for this to get so out of control. And the last thing he wants to do is make anything awkward between the two of you somehow. He'd rather die than have that happen.

Jeff is right, he thinks to himself, this is getting to be really fucking overwhelming. I don’t know how much more I can fucking take.

But he shoves out the thought. You sit the forgotten yellow dish containing the brownies down on the flimsy dining table and you hold out the keys to your Impala to him. Eddie takes the keys and makes his way down the hall into his room to put on a shirt. As he pulls the shirt down over his bare upper body, you gulp, barely restraining an audible gasp. The way his body flexes with each little move it takes to tug the white and black shirt down over himself has you entranced. So much so that when he turns around, he catches you mid-stare and his brows knit together as he gazes at you a second or two.

It was the way your eyes got all big and a little dazed again.

It’s cute as hell, he can’t deny that. But he also wonders if maybe the reason for it isn’t the same one that has him fumbling over words or staring just a little hard at you lately. He hopes it is but he's also smart enough not to let those same hopes get too high.

“Are you okay?” he asks with a quiet laugh.

You nod. “Mhm.” you answer, going quiet again. You make your way out to where you parked your car and Eddie opens the passenger door. When you go to get into the car, there’s a split second where you’re body to body with him. And all he can do is stare at you and laugh softly when he realizes that part of the reason your voice sounds a little strange has everything to do with the fact that at some point during your little outing to that Halloween carnival you got dragged out to, you got your hands on a pair of fake pink plastic vampire fangs and you’re wearing them.

You slip your fingers into your mouth to pull out the plastic fangs as you laugh softly. Eddie swallows hard and you lower yourself to the passenger seat of your Impala. Eddie gets in on the driver side and the second the car roars to life, the deafening sound of Motley Crue fills the cab of the car. The ride into town to the video store is quiet. The tension that seems to hang over the two of you like a cloud lately is so much thicker tonight.

As your car comes to a stop in the parking lot of the video store, Eddie kills the engine and you seem to come out of your daze all over again to pout at him because he’s silenced the radio in the middle of Knock Em Dead, Kid and it’s your favorite Motley Crue song.

Eddie shrugs and laughs. “You can listen to those little pretty boys later. Unless you just wanna sit in the parking lot all night?” he questions, taunting you with your crush on both Nikki Sixx and Tommy Lee. -- Yeah, he's jealous. He tries to pretend he's not, but he is. He teases you about it constantly because it's just fun to do.

You flip him off and open the passenger door, slipping off of the seat. Eddie comes around to your side of the car just as the chilly breeze has picked up a little and you’re pouting because naturally, you’re in the stupid thin flannel shirt that doesn’t provide much warmth at all while hugging yourself and trying to fold into yourself for a little warmth.

“You’re okay with it bein’ just the two ‘f us tonight… Right?” Eddie asks the question softly. Worried because in his mind, he’s still acutely aware that he’s a freak and nearly everyone in town thinks so. He’s also still acutely aware that today has been, well… weird.. And the tension is thicker than usual. Almost clumsy and awkward. You laugh and nod and the nodding of your head has that stupid flower crown slipping down on your head like a crooked halo. Before Eddie can stop himself, he’s reaching out and he’s positioning it straight on your hair again.

As you wander into the video store together, Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley look up from their heated discussion about which horror movie was the better one and their eyes fix on both of you.

You have a class with Robin, you’ve talked to her a little bit. She’s always teasing you about your friendship with Eddie and you’re always telling her that it’s not like that, that it can’t be because the second your mom is out of rehab, you’re pretty sure your mom is gonna pack you and your sisters up to move you to yet another new town.

But she insists there’s something there and tells you you’re an idiot because you don’t see it.

But you really don’t. Because he’s in love with Chrissy as far as you’re aware and your own feelings, well… They’re a non issue because only in a perfect world would this all end the way you want it to deep down.

This is why you’re trying to figure out a way to covertly set Eddie and Chrissy up soon. The sooner the better because you're dangerously close to getting way too attached to Eddie Munson. If it's not too late already. -It is, you just haven't quite realized this yet.

Robin gives you a thumbs up and you manage a weak smile. At this rate, you’ve given up trying to get it in her head that there isn’t and there can never be anything there between you and Eddie.

You turn your attention back to the romance movies you’d ducked over to browse through and Robin uses this to her advantage, slipping over to Eddie in the back of the video store.

“If you really want to set the mood, Munson.” she shoves a copy of The Prowler into Eddie’s hands. Doe eyes flit over the cover and then settle in question on the blonde standing in front of him as he chuckles. “This any good?”

“It’s bloody.” is all the answer Robin will provide before wandering away to take her seat behind the desk again.

Steve nudges her. “What was that about, hm?”

Robin nods to you and then towards Eddie, both of you unsuspecting as she smirks. “Just trying to give something a friendly little nudge.” and Steve glances from you to Eddie, baffled. Then he sees the way the two of you just kind of migrate together among the shelves and the way there’s always some form of physical contact going on between you both no matter how small it is and he chuckles quietly. “Gotcha.”

Steve rings both of you up and once you’re back out in the parking lot, you shiver and hug yourself again because the wind has really, really picked up while you were inside. There was supposed to be a storm blowing in, just in time for Halloween eve in a few days. Eddie stops your walk across the parking lot to stand in front of you, buttoning up the thin flannel you’re wearing over your stupid little dress in lieu of an actual jacket. He chuckles quietly when he’s finished and for a second or two, he’s just staring down at you all over again.

“C’mon.” he speaks up, shattering that heavy and lingering silence when it’s just too much for him. He stops at the passenger door and opens it for you, leaning against the side of the car with his arm propped on the roof. When you’re short enough to duck down and settle into the seat with no trouble, he snickers and shakes his head about it. “Midget.”

“Can it, Munson. I’m fun sized.” you retort with a cheeky wink as he closes the passenger door on you and makes his way around to the driver side. Once he’s in the car, he’s messing around with your seat and frowning at you. “Midget.”

“I gotta reach the pedals, giant!” you protest, scowling as he adjusts the drive seat. The radio is on again and you manage to shelve the tension, the overwhelming desire to just say fuck it all and go for it like an idiot when you know exactly what’ll happen if you let yourself do it and for a little while, you feel more relaxed.

Eddie shatters the silence as the trailer comes into view. “So.. I ask again… are you sure you’re okay with blood, guts and gross dismemberment.”

“And I point you to the books you see me read all the time, Munson. Jesus. I’m fine. I’ll be fine, sir.” you go quiet while sticking out your tongue at him in a huff. But on the inside it’s just so sweet, the way he’s always worrying, making sure you’re okay. There to drag you away kicking and screaming from whatever dumb shit thing you might be tempted to do, like a fight or a really stupid dare.

When you call him sir, he’s glad you’re not looking right at him because he swallows hard. And tugs at the collar of his shirt because for some reason, even if you’re being a little shit, there’s just something about you saying it to him that has him wound up for the third time in a day.

And again, because he knows it’s something that can’t happen and him not wanting to lose you as a friend either, he shoves down these interesting new feelings that seem to be plaguing him almost constant lately.

Because you keep saying you’ll have to leave and anyway, he reminds himself, why would you want the freak of Hawkins High? He’s still a little shocked that the two of you seemed to click the way you did when you arrived in the first place.

He takes a deep breath or two, then a third and he gets out of the car, coming around to open your door for you. As he deposits your keys into your hand, his hand lingers closed around it and you swallow hard as you try to think about anything but the way his hand feels on you.

,, stop, stop, stop if you don’t stop you will make this weird.” the thought is frantic and you take a deep breath to pull yourself together because of it.

Eddie holds the door to the trailer open for you and you duck beneath his arm to step inside. You take off your shoes at the door like always and when he catches sight of the white ghost sock and the purple and black bat sock situation you have going on he can’t help the teasing little smirk to himself.

He locks the door to the trailer behind him and he pauses at the little tv set and the VCR in the corner of the living room to dig around in the bag of movies he’d gotten. “So.. We got Nightmare, The Shining,” Eddie pauses as he rattles off the name to give you a little look of disdain because you insisted on that one, and then he continues, “The Prowler, Halloween..”

You shrug as you dig into the brownies your grams shoved at you before you left to come over to Eddie’s trailer for the night. Eddie pouts when he sees the brownies and you wander over, holding out the piece you’d just taken a bite out of, wordless. Eddie takes it and groans as the strong chocolatey taste bursts in his mouth. “These are good, holy shit.”

You shrug. “I bake when I’m bored.”

Eddie’s jaw drops just slightly because that was not something he’d have ever assumed about you either and now, he hoards this new information with all the other interesting little bits he’s either figured out on his own about you or that you’ve told him since you started to hang out with him a little bit more.

“You… made these. You who nearly burned the damned trailer to the ground not even last week trying to reheat canned ravioli.” Eddie teases gently and you flip him off again. “That’s reheating. And cooking,”you trail off with a pout as you glance at the stove in the kitchen, “Besides, your uncle’s stove fuckin hates me, okay? I can cook! I can. How the hell do you think my little sisters ate before my mom went in?” you pout up at him again, a hand tugging at your hair.

Eddie chuckles quietly. But he does feel bad for a few seconds because if it weren’t painfully clear the way you lived before that statement, it’s definitely clear now. And he hates that you’ve basically never really just gotten a break until you moved to Hawkins. He hates that if- or when, according to you, you leave, it’ll go back to the same.

“Yeah.” he mutters in a quieter tone. You shrug again. “It’s not that big a deal, I mean.. You cook for yourself.” you point out.

Eddie wants to point out that he’s cooking for himself. Not essentially raising two little twin girls like he’s starting to suspect your mother left you to do most of the time before she went in to get clean.

“Anyway… What movie?” he asks, mostly to change the subject. To take his mind off of everything on it because there is… a lot.

You tap your chin and think it over as you grab hold of the hand he’s holding the brownie you let him take a bite of and you steer the brownie towards your mouth. “The Prowler.”

“That’s the one Robin recommended. That girl who's in your third class?” Eddie muses, grabbing the tape to put it into the VCR. You settle in on the couch next to him. Close but not too close. And as the opening credits roll, you start to suspect that maybe, quite possibly… You might have made an unwise decision.

By the halfway mark, just when the film is on the scene with the lovers in the gazebo at night, you’re squirming a little. You cough a time or two when the guy leans into the girl and grazes his lips against her neck, fidgeting.

Then the lights go out.

“Oh no. No, no. That’s never good. Go with God, I guess.” you mumble, making Eddie glance over at you again. “Are you sure you’re not scared?” he’s almost teasing when he says it. As if he’s taunting you. You shrug and do your best to pretend to be unscathed. “It’s just a little blood, right?” you gulp as you say it and you have the distinct feeling that you’re about to really regret saying the words.

Except for the fact that oh, it wasn’t just a little blood and the second the slasher goes in for the kill and the blood starts to flow, before you can even stop yourself, you’ve dove into Eddie’s lap and you shriek against his neck, “Fuck! A little warning, for fucks sake!”

Eddie pulls back a little to look at you as he laughs. And coughs quietly, shifting you in his lap a little because if he didn’t and you could feel what you were doing to him things were definitely going to get a lot more awkward than they seemed to do quite easily as of late. “What were the lights going out then, hm?” he asks when he’s got you looking at him and not hiding your face in his neck.

“Fuck you.” you say it sarcastically, pouting and sticking your tongue at him as you lightly swat the front of his denim vest. But you’re still there, in his lap. And now, you can’t help but notice that his arms are wrapped around you a little… You’re staring at him and he’s staring at you. Neither one of you has said a word and you certainly aren’t in a rush to get out of his lap, but… It needs to happen and you know it.

You frown a little but when you try to make yourself get out of his lap and go back to your spot on the couch, its like your brain and your body are disconnected and you’re frozen in place as a result. Eddie’s having his own struggle in the form of a sudden overwhelming urge to just go for it and kiss you.

“Sorry, I..” you mutter as you slip out of his lap and settle back into your spot. While you’re trying to focus on the movie again, Eddie watches you out of the corner of his eye and he can’t help but think to himself that he’s not sorry and he wishes you wouldn’t have moved.

“You can sit closer… I mean since it’s obvious you’re a big baby.” Eddie frames it in the form of friendly teasing. You gaze at him for a second or two as if you’re thinking it over and he reaches out, pulling you into his side as he mutters with a laugh from deep down in his chest, “C’mere, you little chicken.”

“I am not!” you huff, blowing at the crown as it slips down onto your forehead again. You fold your arms and pout a little and Eddie laughs while shaking his head. “You read this all the time.”

“Reading it and picturing it in my own head is… It’s different, alright? Stop giving me shit, Munson.” you pout up at him again and he leans in a little. “It’s okay to be scared. You know that, right?”

You scoff and puff up, pretending to be offended by what he’s just said. “I’m not scared… sir. I think you have me mistaken for some little priss.”

“What was that not even ten minutes ago, midget?” Eddie shrugs as he says it, the calm smirk on his face indicating that he’s stated his point. You aggressively stick out your tongue at him and for reasons unknown to you -and definitely not the smartest thing you’ve ever done on a whim, you lean into him and give his shoulder a little nip through his shirt.

“Did you just bite me, midget?” Eddie’s brow raises. He snickers quietly but there’s a little jolt coursing his veins right now and he can’t stop it from happening. “I bite back.” he mumbles, licking his lips as he leans in and nips you on your shoulder. You squeak in surprise and gape at him. “You just bit me.”

“And now we’re even, midget. You bit me so I bit you back.” he turns his attention back to the movie. When you lean against him a little heavier about five minutes later, he wraps an arm around your shoulder and lets you settle your head against his shoulder and chest. “To be so bloody and gross, this is fuckin dumb.” you mutter, both of you starting to laugh. “And yet, you have your legs in my lap. Just say you’re scared.” Eddie taunts with a calm shrug.

“But I’m not.” you insist, despite knowing damn well that yes, you really are scared.

At some point when you’ve put in The Shining, you feel his hand settle on your thigh and you nearly choke on the bite of brownie you’d just taken. You steal a look at him and your stomach flutters. You pout a little to yourself when you find those doe eyes glued to the television set.

Maybe he just did it by accident. Yeah, it had to be an accident… Right?

Eddie hears you starting to snore lightly and he can’t help but chuckle quietly. He pulls you just a little closer so you stay warm and his nose rests against your hair, breathing in strawberry shampoo and the softest hint of sweet vanilla. Your hand raises and rests against the front of his jacket and he can’t do anything but stare down at you quietly.

Fuck this, he thinks to himself, I’ve gotta do something and I’ve gotta do it soon.

Because while you might be happy to live your life and never know what might happen if you took a risk, he knows damn well that if you do leave at some point, letting you go without doing something is going to drive him insane.

And if what Dustin hinted at, you are planning to set him up with Chrissy at some point, if that’s true, he needs to clue you in. Show you that you’re wrong about that because he doesn’t feel that way about her anymore…

But for now, he lets you snuggle up to him while some stupid movie he’s only halfway paying attention to plays on the tv screen in front of you both. For now, just the fact that you’re here, with him… For now, that’s enough.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader imagine #eddie munson x fem!reader fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

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Out of the Ordinary

Chapter 2

Liam x Riley x Drake x Hana

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Must be 18+ to Read. This is a dark and smutty romance series.

Riley’s POV

"So, where are you guys from?" I ask.

"We're actually from a place called Cordonia. It's a small country in Europe." Liam answers.

"That's cool, but where are you from?" Hana asks Drake, who's giving her an odd look.

"What do you mean?" Drake asks.

"Come on, your tan and rough looking," Hana says, biting her lip. "You remind me of some sexy ass cowboy," she says, and her mouth drops. "Oh my God, did I just say that out loud?"

Everyone laughs, even Drake. "My mother's from Texas. My father was born in Cordonia and was a captain in the military. Years later, Liam's father hired him to be the leader of the King's Guard. However, he died several years ago," Drake answers.

"Oh, that's so sad. I'm sorry," Hana says, not catching what Drake just said.

"Hang on," I say, holding up my hand. "Did you say King's Guard? As in your royalty?" I ask, staring hard at Liam.

Drake gives Liam a sorry look and says, "Shit, Liam. I'm sorry."

"Wait a minute," I chime in. "I read about you in a magazine. Your brother Leo was supposed to be king but stepped down. Or something like that, am I right?"

Liam throws his hands up in the air. "That's me."

"Why?" I ask, and Liam gives me an odd look. "I mean, if you're royalty, why would you be in this part of town?"

Liam chuckles. "We got lost, thanks to Drake not wanting to stop and ask for directions," Liam teases.

"We weren't lost, okay. It's not my fault the damn GPS screwed up." Drake gripes.

"Sure, blame it on the technology," Liam says before turning to me. "But in saying that, I'm glad we were there for you," Liam says, placing his hand on my thigh. I put my hand on his hand, suddenly wishing his hand would move higher.

What is wrong with me?

Hana clears her throat to gain everyone's attention. "Well, it's late, and you guys are welcome to stay here," Hana says, practically drooling over Drake like a horny teenager. "It's not like Riley and I had any plans tonight," she says before thinking for a moment. "Well, I mean, we did, but-"

My mouth drops. "Uh... Hana?" I reply, but it's more like, What the hell are you doing?

"What? They could join in if they wanted to."

"Hana!" I screech as Drake and Liam stare at me. "They don't need to know!" I snap though it's more of a whisper.

"Know what?" Liam asks. "Please tell me it's not drugs."

"Oh no," Hana says, waving her hand. "Riley and I... experiment with each other."

"Huh?" Both men say simultaneously, and I just want to die. I slide down in my seat and cover my face.

"Hey," Drake says, and I open my fingers, looking through at him. "Don't be ashamed of that. Hell, Liam and I would love to watch that."

Liam shrugs his shoulders. "It would be okay, but I'd much rather be included in on the fun."

What is happening?

"This is going to be so much fun!" Hana says, and I swear I have no idea who the hell she is at the moment. The sweet, shy, and innocent Hana has disappeared. "Riley and I role play with each other. We have all kinds of kinky outfits. Which one would you like us to wear?"

Liam's undressing me with his eyes, and Drake is doing the same to Hana. Drake leans back in his seat and says, "How about you girls just surprise us?"

Okay, guys, this next part is up to you. What kind of kinky outfit would you like to see Riley and Hana wear? Comment your answers and I'll pick two to surprise you with in the next chapter. And be ready because the next chapter is nothing but 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

#the royal romance #play choices #king liam #drake walker #trr

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camaro-and-smokes · 10 months

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Pretty (wo)man

Chapter 7: A Secret Gets out

READ TAGS FOR THIS CHAPTER BEFORE READING: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Referenced Object Penetration, Implied/Referenced Torture.

See rating, warnings and tags for the whole fic on AO3. General warning: This work as a whole includes themes related to and mentions of prostitution, sex work, and sexual abuse. I will add tags with every new chapter and notes when anything particularly nasty is being depicted, but if this kind of content isn't your cup of tea to begin with, please move on. Consider yourself warned. Please, proceed.

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Summary: Steve takes Billy to see a miracle. And then to his surprise, witnesses another one - just not such as nice.

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On the third day the yacht stopped to a small port. Steve knocked on the bathroom door. "Come on, William, we're going to miss the tender soon!" "Okay, okay, I'll be right there!" Billy said, and checked himself in the mirror once more. His hair was on a loose bun, and he was wearing white cotton trousers and a red, short-sleeved shirt with most of the buttons open. When he opened the door, Steve looked at him, surprised. "Oh, hey. You look..." "Like a man?" Billy smirked as he passed Steve. Steve chuckled as he grabbed his coat and opened the cabin door for Billy. "I was going to say nice, but yes, that too."

"Hey, we're getting our own boat!" Billy said, surprised, when there were no other people waiting for a ride to the shore. "Uh, that was actually the plan," Steve said, smiling as he stepped into the boat, and gave his hand to Billy to help him on it. Billy was taken aback and he stopped before he could step onto the boat. "Oh?" "Well, come on. There's something I want you to see." Billy frowned. "Something we can't see in the port?" "We most definitely won't see this in the port. We'll go there later to eat. Now, come on," Steve said. "I know you might like it."

The boat took off and instead the shore it turned towards the open sea. "So, do you have a secret map with a massive X over on a tiny island where we'll find unfathomable treasures?" Billy asked, grinning. "You could say so," Steve smiled. "Seriously, why aren't we going to the shore like everyone else?" "Well, I think Amanda was clear on what she thinks about us, so I thought let's give her some slack." Billy let out a laugh, and rubbed his thigh with his hand. "She doesn’t really deserve that though, I guess." Steve placed his hand on top of Billy's. "Well, maybe I wanted to show you something special, too." Billy looked at Steve's hand on top of his for a while, then back at Steve, who was smiling a small smile. All of a sudden Billy felt shy, and he turned to look to the sea.

Steve kept stroking Billy’s knuckles with his thumb and leaned to Billy’s shoulder. When he said nothing, Billy glanced at him. A smile still tucked at the corner of Steve’s mouth. “What?” Billy asked, amused. “Nothing. It’s just...I’ve missed being with someone like this. Not needing to fill the silence with useless blabber.” “I can blabber if you want,” Billy grinned. Steve laughed. “I’m sure you can,” he said. “But I prefer this. I mean, not silence per se, just the feeling that there’s no need to say something just for the sake of talking.” Billy looked again at Steve’s hand on top his, at Steve’s thumb stroking his knuckles. "It’s easy with you,” he said, and turned his hand around, allowing Steve to lace their fingers together.

After a good while the boat slowed down and finally stopped. "We're here," Steve said enthusiastically. Billy looked around. "What's here? All I can see is water." "Just wait," Steve whispered surreptitiously. The boat had floated with the calm waves long enough to make Billy almost lull to sleep when there was a sudden spurt of water shot up in the air on Billy’s side, close enough for mist to reach the boat. "What the hell?!" Billy exclaimed and turned to look at the direction of it. His eyes widened and his mouth fell open in wonder as he saw a group of whales taking a breath on the glimmering surface. Not just one, but at least three. "They're humpbacks," Steve said, "Look, one of them is a calf, I think. That small one," he continued, pointing a finger at the smaller whale already diving back into the depths. After the massive tail fins dipped under the surface gracefully, the sea was calm for a moment. Billy looked at Steve wide-eyed. "Are they gone for now?" "Let's wait for a moment, they’ll probably come back," Steve said, leaning over his side of the boat to see into the water. "Oh! Hey, the small one, it's here!" Billy gasped when he saw the calf coming up to the surface and swim by the boat on his side, examining it with its gaze. Steve leaned on Billy to see the baby whale slow down, looking back at them and then dive back down. “It’ll come back again in a moment, I’m sure. Though it’s mama might come check on us too if the calf gets too excited about us.” “They’re huge!” Billy said, excited. “The calf was at least 20 feet long!” “And yet so graceful,” Steve replied. “Yeah,” Billy sighed in wonder.

While Steve was as excited of the whales as William, he really had eyes only for William. How William’s face lit up each time the calf swam by the boat. The way the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled at the animal. How the tip of his tongue got caught between his teeth with the wide smile. Him leaning out from the boat towards the water, bare inches away from touching the calf, reaching out to have a brief connection with one of nature’s most glorious miracles.

This was something real, something who William really was. Curious about the world, appreciative of its wonders. Not taking it for granted. This was why Steve had wanted to bring him here. Even if they hadn’t seen any whales, they would’ve seen some dolphins that were jumping out of the water further away, also curious of the boat idly floating on the surface, but appreciative enough of the whales and their size to keep a distance.

Steve’s insides were burning. Finally he knew something of William that was true.

They remained watching the whales until the animals had gotten their curiosity filled and dove into the depths for the last time.

William turned to look at Steve with such genuine smile that Steve’s heart ached. “That was amazing,” William gasped. “I was hoping you’d like it.” “How did you know of this? I mean, can you just find them anywhere, just like that?” Steve chuckled. “No. This is a breeding area, so they’re more likely to stick around here. Actually seeing them is not always guaranteed, though.” He pointed at the dolphins that were now swimming slowly closer. “We would’ve probably seen dolphins though.” “Right, we would’ve seen just wild dolphins,” William said with a lilt. “You care about animals,” Steve said. “Of course I care about animals. Who doesn’t?” “Not everyone,” Steve said, and stroked William’s arm with his fingers. “And not everyone appreciates this kind of trip.” William snorted. “Right.” “No, I’m serious. Amanda didn’t.” William looked at him, stunned. “She didn’t think...” he pointed at the water, “that was incredible?” Steve pursed his lips and shook his head. “What a bitch.” Steve snorted. “You can say that again.” “What a bitch,” William repeated with a smile, making Steve laugh.

When the boat took off back towards the shore, Billy moved to sit next to Steve. “I love animals,” he said quietly. It was small enough truth to reveal. “I always wanted a dog.” “Did you have one when you were a kid?” Steve asked and placed his arm on the backrest of the couch, brushing Billy’s shoulder with his fingertips. Billy looked down in his hands. “No,” he replied. “But our neighbor had one. A pitbull mix. The kindest dog I’ve ever met.” A smile crept on his face. “Her name was Candy. She gave the sloppiest kisses, licking your face as soon as you got close enough,” he said with a laugh. “Maybe you can have one later,” Steve said. Billy looked up at Steve. “I hope so.”

They spent the rest of the day in the shore, wandering through the narrow alleyways of the town once they had eaten. “Ever been abroad?” Steve asked when they were walking back to the port and to the tender that was waiting for them. “Like this?” “Yes.” “No, not on a yacht. A client...uh, well, I was in Vancouver with someone for a few days. It was a long time ago.” “Was it any nice?” A smile tucked the corner of Billy’s mouth. “Not this nice.” Steve smiled. He reached out to take Billy’s hand in his, lacing their fingers together again. “Good. Despite us having to tolerate Amanda’s attitude, it’s been nice for me too.” “Well, if we give her slack some more she doesn’t have to see us in the dinner table either. Might as well get the dinner brought to the cabin?” Billy said with a wide smile. Steve pursed his lips and placed his hand on Billy’s waist, pulling him tightly against him. “I think that might be a good idea.”

The fish they had for dinner was fresh, straight from the port and the fishermen who’d caught it in the morning. “This was heavenly,” Billy said as he finished his meal and set the cutlery on the side. “I’m so full.” Steve pointed at the side table that had a pot of coffee, mugs and a small cover hiding desert. “We still have to finish that.” “I’m sure I’ve already gained at least a few pounds over the last few days. I have to start keeping an eye on my figure or I won’t fit into the dress I have for the wedding.” Steve bit his lips together. “What’s the color of the dress?” Billy’s face lit up. “Wanna see it?” Steve shook his head. “No. I want it to be a surprise. But I want to know the color.” “Emerald green.” Steve took a sharp breath, but it turned into a wide smile quickly. “It’s perfect.” Billy’s brows knitted together. “Why?” “You’ll see.” Billy pushed his lower lip out in a pout. "Why won't you tell me?" Steve got up and extended his hand to Billy. When Billy took it, Steve pulled him up from the chair and wrapped his free arm on Billy's waist, pulling them tightly together. He kissed Billy's knuckles and slowly swayed them around in a silent rhythm, leaning their foreheads together. "It's a secret," he whispered. "Like the whales?" Billy whispered back. "Kind of." "It was amazing to see them so close. They were so big and yet so calm." "I'm glad you liked it." "I loved it. Thank you for showing them to me." "Anyone who loves whales can't be a bad person." Billy chuckled, but the smile slowly vanished. "I know what you're doing." "What am I doing?" "You're trying to get me to open up." "Is it working?" Billy looked away, and thought for a while how to word what was in his mind. "The world where I come from, it's a cruel one. The real me has to remain behind the curtain when I'm on stage. Nasty things can happen and you just have to separate yourself of it. If you don't, you can't do it. I was... once... a client seemed nice but then it all went south and..."

Billy bit his tongue. He hadn't meant to say anything about that. About what had happened to him. It was in the ancient past, but it kind of slipped out.

Because what Steve was doing was working. He was making him feel safe and cared for. And thanks to that his deepest secret was all of a sudden sitting on the tip of his tongue. He hadn’t told it to anyone, not even to Cassie. He was so ashamed of it, letting it happen to him. It felt like a just punishment of every wrong he’d ever done, for allowing strangers do just about anything to his body, for letting them shred his self-dignity in pieces night after night. It was one mistake in a line of many, but this one almost cost him his life.

And all this time he’d wanted to tell someone, but it had felt so humiliating that he just couldn’t say the words. And yet, he needed to tell someone to get the burden off his chest.

And the thing was that he wanted Steve to know. Because even though he had tried his best to be careful, he had already given in, abandoned his own set of rules on the second day they had seen each other, right there on the plane. Billy didn't know how love was supposed to feel like. Was it the warm swelling in his chest each time Steve looked at him or touched him? Or was it the reason why he wanted to make Steve smile and feel good and not because he got paid but because of Steve... Maybe he then had fallen a little. He might as well jump into the deep end and see if Steve would dive after him.

"I was raped by a client."

Steve’s smile melted away and his eyes widened. Billy expected to see pity or disgust in them, but the dark brown ponds looked at him with concern. "When?" Not even a hint of laughter, no scoffing of a man can't be raped. Just worry and genuine concern. Billy could feel hot tears pooling in his eyes. "A few years ago. He got me drunk, drugged me, and then he wanted to..." Steve hugged Billy tightly and kissed his temple. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me if it's difficult."

Billy didn't want to go to specifics. Because he didn't care to remind himself of any of it. But he wasn't able to close the floodgates now that he'd opened them. "He cuffed me. It would've been fine if we had agreed about it. If I’d been sober," Billy sniffled. "I couldn't fight back and then... He didn’t use just his dick.” Steve's brow furrowed. "You mean...he used something else?" Billy nodded. "I had fourteen stitches. The doctor said I could've bled to death." "I haven't seen any scars on you." Billy grimaced. "The wounds weren't on my skin." Horror set on Steve's face as the words registered. Billy was sure that he'd gone too far and he pulled back from the hug. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I told you that. I shouldn’t have..." "Hey, don't ever be sorry," Steve said and reached to take Billy's hand. "No one should go through anything like...that." He squeezed the hand gently. "But it wasn’t your fault. You didn't deserve it. No matter what you do for living. Some people are just...vile."

Billy had beaten himself over what had happened so many times. Being able to finally tell about it to someone and then being given an absolution from all the guilt, being told that it wasn't his fault made him break down.

Steve hugged William tightly, letting him cry it all out. He could only imagine what kind of horror and pain William had gone through.

They stood in the middle of the cabin until Billy's sobs eased and he let out a deep, relieved breath. "Do you know who it was?" Steve asked. Billy shook his head. "No. All I remember that he had a thick and loose wallet like yours.” Steve was quiet for a long while. "That was why you were hesitant with me at first, right?" he asked. Billy nodded. "You reminded me of him too much." Steve hugged Billy a bit tighter. "I could never do anything like that to you, William. To anyone." "I know," Billy said quietly. "You're not like anyone I've ever known before."

#harringrove fic #harringrove fanfiction #harringrove #billy hargrove #steve harrington #steve x billy #billy x steve #Billy hargrove needs a hug #stranger things fan fiction #suometar writes #pretty woman

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wingedcatgirl · 2 years

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fuck it, new more easily-manageable pinned post

(tumblr's circling the drain: no it's probably not gonna die soon but catch us on dreamwidth or cohost while you still can) (i'll be surprised if it doesn't at least outlast fanfiction dot net)

(anyway.)

hOI we're Tempest (plural) and this is our blog full of whatever the fuck we feel like

(we also do occasional roleplay over at our sideblog @elakha-house-cube; if you're a roleplay blog wondering why we followed you, that's probably why. or possibly we just think you're neat)

this body and most of the people in it are adults (age "we stopped putting our exact age in bios in our 30s")

this isn't intended as a "minor safe" space or an "adult safe" space, it's a space for us and all y'all can hang out here regardless of your age as long as you don't piss us off (we are not easily pissed off so don't worry too much about it)

most of this blog is done by 🐱 Mintleaf/Sylvi (it/they/she) but posts/comments from others will be marked in some manner or another. probably an emoji. keep a particular eye out for 🏹 (Robin. he/him), 👼 (Ana, they/them), and 😈 (as-yet-unnamed smol one, she/they)

a selection of projects i'm writing:

In the light of the stars: (original) OP catgirl with a hammer rescues a pair of twin catkids with powers from an unethical science lab.

Isekai'd as a regular ordinary kitty cat‽‽: (original) take a wild goddamn guess what happens in this story

Leaf story: (Tales of Symphonia) (tag) A girl wakes up with amnesia near where the canon plot begins and immediately makes it her business. Look, judging by her gear, "immediately make the canon plot her business" had already been her plan anyway.

Hope's Sky (working title): (Danganronpa, kinda) 16 of the OCs we've made for various other projects get Ultimate-ified and thrown into a killing game.

The Nutdealer Expanded Universe: (Undertale/Deltarune, ostensibly): Anagram-themed shitposts. A collab with @kiraheartilly36 and @facultativeactivity.

I'll put more stuff in here later

tags of note:

#words from me a kity: original posts and comments on posts

#ask meme: means what it sounds like. there's no expiration date on these if you include the entire question(s) in your ask, and/or a link to the meme post. if you want to interact with us and you just need something to say, this tag is a great place to look

#my writing: i write a lot of shit for funsies

#art: people make so many cool drawings on the internet did you know that

#art by me: sometimes, rarely, i'm people

#osha noncompliant: a bit past the sfw line (nothing we'd be appalled about minors seeing - we'd just not put that here - but you might prefer to block this tag, whatever your age)

current mind viruses:

cookie ocs: we don't play cookie game anymore but we do still love seeing people's crispy homemade blorbos

tales series: well, currently just Symphonia, but we've seen the other games, we'll get into them eventually

kingdom hearts

miraculous

terraria

uh fuck i can't remember shit i'll add more later

#words from me a kity #pinned post

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wayslidecool · 2 years

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hmmm. 4, 16, 18, 24 for blb asks?

4. team you’d be most likely to flute to

okay so i'm pretty sure i'm a dedicated Georgias Fan For Life, but i think my backup teams are a close call between the Miami Dale and Mexico City Wild Wings! both have a ton of players i love, and super cool communities i'd be more than happy to vibe with. it's pretty close, i think the Dale are a bit closer to the aesthetics i personally like, but at the moment i think i'm a little more invested in Wings lore (not that i don't like Dale lore of course!!)

16. pairing you think about the most

you know, i'm kinda blanking on this one. i feel like there's some blaseball character dynamics i love, but none of them are coming to me at the moment. sorry, i'll have to answer this some other AW YOU KNOW I'M JOKING NIQ NYONG'O AND FLATTERY MCKINLEY FOR LIFE!!!

i was drawn to these two pretty much the moment we wrote "scientist lesbians" on our initial Lore Spaghetti Doc, and the way they've developed since has NOT disappointed me at all. (granted, that's probably because i've been involved in uh. a lot of it 😅)

but man, these two. both are super strong characters with really in-depth sim narratives, and if you've ever heard me talk about blaseball lore in any capacity, you've probably been subjected to a long dissertation on these two and the ins and outs of their loving-albeit-occasionally-messy relationship. i don't know if i can give another one at this very moment, but let it be known: my thoughts about these two eclipse any other blaseball players by a pretty significant margin.

that being said, other pairings i love include Niq with Hercules Alighieri, Frankie Hambone, and Nanci Grackle, Flattery with Ortiz Lopez, and honestly? Clove Ji-eun and Goobie Ballson. don't feel like talking about them all at the moment but i'd be happy to elaborate on any of them if people want to know more!! i feel these ones are a bit less well-known, but can still be just as fun to think about.

18. a headcanon you’ll Always believe

okay so it's time to talk about Niq Nyong'o and the Grind Rail.

so, in Season 15 when the Grind Rail was introduced, Niq took it twice, and both times she got kind of low scores. not like, all-time-the-worst-you've-ever-seen scores, but modestly disappointing. for the next few seasons, she didn't take the Grind Rail at all.

but then the returned to it in Season 18, and was suddenly racking up SURPRISINGLY good scores. not league-best perhaps, but a pretty dramatic improvement from her Season 15 performance. she managed to do multiple Dinner Spins that scored over 4,000 points each, and also got tagged out during both of them but oh well.

so like, i view Niq as this pretty image-conscious person? so it's my headcanon is that Niq was so ashamed of her Season 15 Grind Rail performance that she spent the next few years of her life regularly practicing skateboard tricks in her free time just so she'd be less embarrassed by the skateboard tricks she did later on.

it's a small, incredibly silly headcanon that doesn't really add much to Niq or her overall character arc, but i feel like small, silly headcanons like this can add a lot, you know? it adds a little extra Texture.

24. what’s the most Hiatus Brain thing you’ve done so far this siesta?

accidentally starting a wikipedia edit war.

so uh. i was on the Blaseball Wikipedia page, when i noticed the teams used as examples on the page had been changed since the last time i was there -- previously it was the Philly Pies, Baltimore Crabs, and Atlantis Georgias, but now it was the Philly Pies, Seattle Garages, and Breckenridge Jazz Hands.

i was confused why this edit happened, so i looked at the edit log and it simply said "I changed some of the names of the teams to better teams"

and like, rude?? what does this person have against the Georgias and Crabs? not to get too spicy on here, but personally i would consider both of those much better than the Garages. gosh.

for the most part though, i just found this silly. brought it up in a few blaseball spaces so we could have a quick laugh about it, and i figured that'd be it. but no, it was just the start of a WILD ride.

a few minutes later, someone edits the page and changes the team examples to the Dale, Lovers, Sunbeams, and Firefighters, which i'd consider a solid improvement. and after that things just sort of... spiraled out of control. it's not really something i wanted to see happen, but it's also not something i stopped because honestly? it was really, really funny.

easily the highlight to me was when the list was replaced with one that had most, but not all of the teams, and the "Philly" in "Philly Pies" linked to the page on Pittsburgh. comedy gold.

nowadays, to prevent ridiculous edit wars like that, the page just lists all 24 active teams, which is probably for the best, but the process that got us there is one to remember.

feel free to ask more questions!!

#blaseball #ask #theshelledonespods #long post

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"Happy birthday!" my friends shout as the time for presents finally arrives. LJ hands me a small box wrapped with a bow.

I take it and start opening it. "Thank you guy- OMG! OMG!" Inside is a cute little pink collar! I always wanted one of these, but I was way too embarrassed to wear one. But now that it's a gift, I'm expected to wear it, so it won't be awkward! I put it on and take out my phone to see how it looks on me. "I really love it," I say, admiring it around my neck. It's even got a little heart-shaped name tag! "A bit tight though, but I'm not picky about it." It's not like they could've known my size. And for that matter… "How did you know what I wan-"

"Woof!"

The world freezes, and everything clicks into place. They got me a dog. Because I've been mentioning how I want a dog. And they got me a collar. For the dog. A dog collar for dogs. Which I just put on myself in front of all of them.

I take off the collar. "Wow, a dog!" I turn around, looking at the dog and not my friends' shocked and horrified faces. "What a nice and unexpected gift!" I walk toward the dog and kneel down to put the collar on it. "What a lovely and thoughtful gift!" … Silence. I turn to DA. "Say, where'd you get this dog?"

"… Oh, uh, she's from the shelter on 4th street. We chose this one because…"

One topic-changing conversation and a couple more small gifts later, and my friends finally leave. Getting a dog. What a lovely way to wrap up a birthday party. I go to my room.

I face-plant onto the pillow.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

I wanted them to know about my pet-y interests eventually. But not like this. I think this is the worst possible way they could've found out. If they had walked in on me doing some weird petplay stuff, then it would be THEIR fault for intruding on my privacy. But it was MY fault. I took a normal gift from a normal birthday party and made it weird in front of all of them. And now I want to spontaneously combust.

It's Christmas! My friends and I had a wonderful time, going ice skating, watching movies, and exchanging gifts. Lots of fun, lots of laughs, a great day. Now it's the 27th, and I suddenly get a text message from DA: "got you another present. it was pretty last minute so sorry its late. just got the delivery notification, should be in your mailbox. wasnt sure if youd want it so i can return it if not, no worries"

I shoot a text back. "cool, thanks! I'll check it right now" And one trip to the mailbox later, I return with a cardboard box. I cut the tape, open it up-

And find a collar inside. It's green. My favorite color. Hanging from it is a simple circular name tag. With my name on it. And it looks too large for my dog.

This has got to be a prank, right? It's gotta be, like, lined with itching powder, or have a shocking mechanism, or something, right? But I recognize the brand from when I was browsing online. They're the most popular brand for human collars, and I highly doubt they sell prank collars. It's just a simple, green collar. Meant for me. Given as a gift.

Well. If it's a gift. Then I'm expected to wear it, right?

Ten minutes later (nine of those minutes used for courage-building), I post a picture of myself to the group chat, wearing the collar. "just got this gift in the mail! I think i look pretty good in it!"

One minute of screaming into my pillow later (much to my dog's concern (her name is Nibble)), with my finger hovering over the delete button, someone posts a response. It's DA: "glad you like it! hope i got the size right this time haha"

With the ice broken (or maybe it was just the 2nd notification getting their attention), the others start to add their own comments. It's mostly just generic "looks great!"-style compliments, and some of them just give a thumbs-up emoji. And that's it. After everyone has commented, someone mentions the plans we made to go play laser tag later this week, and the conversation moves on. Nothing awkward. Nothing painful. I don't want to spontaneously combust.

ALT ENDING

"How did you know what I wan-"

I hear a clanging sound, and through my phone camera, I see an empty kennel cage behind me. My friends all stare at me with teasy smiles. "Come on, climb in!~" DA says.

Oh. They KNEW knew.

#original #my writing

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klarionthewizard · 1 year

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AO3 First Lines Tag Game

tagged in by the wonderful @musewrangler again!

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Uh, so I'm also going to interpret this as published and unpublished so, I'll start with the two unpublished first.

1-Veers Crew Shenanigans Part Three

A draft of new rules to add to the Executor’s unofficial list, as drafted by Colonel Piett and Captain Venka:

33) General Veers’s subordinates are not allowed to get the general drunk in order to get him to agree to things he normally wouldn’t.

34) The following reasons are also not reasons to do something:

34a) to shut up the doubters

34b) to prove the superiority of the Imperial Army

34c) to provide the navy with remedial lessons on tactics used by the Thundering Herd in battle

2-I Knew You Through Land And Sea Part Three

“Alright people, listen up! Yale, give Winsa her helmet back. Admiral Ozzel dropped out too close to the rebel base on Hoth, so we’re up,” Veers says, strapping himself into his seat in the Comet. He holds out a palm projector. “We’re going to be dropped by the power generator for their planetary shield. Our first objective is to take it out. Second is to handle their ion cannon so the TIEs and AT-ATs can make a safer descent. Are there any questions about the objectives?”

3-Heterotaxy and Dextrocardia

“Simon?”

But even before the name of his friend, companion, patron, and benefactor dissipated into awful, ominous nothingness in the silence of the house, James Asher knew something was horribly wrong.

The house was silent. That did not mean it was empty.

4-Luck's A Classy Lady (But She Has A Bad Side Too)

In every universe a Piett and a Veers meet a Skywalker, they have to learn to contend with shenanigans that they get drawn into by association.

But in some universes, the Skywalker Luck is more potent than it is in others.

This happens to be one of them.

5-The Two Feuding Kinsman

In most universes, the first thing does after being freed from the basement of Fawney Rig is recover his tools. He does not realize that Desire is the one responsible for his predicament until after the Vortex Debacle.

But this universe, this one is a little different.

Because in this one, Desire can’t help but gloat while their older brother lay curled at the bottom of the glass globe.

(They blame it on him, saying that they’re trying to teach him a lesson.)

(Dream hadn’t realized they hated him this much.)

(And then Jessamy happens and all Dream can think about is how to get even.)

So when Dream gets out this time, he heads straight to the Threshold to confront Desire.

6-Hold Your Silver Tongue (And Build An Honest Bridge)

In most universes, the Imperial Military absorbs the GAR and leaves individual planetary forces intact. Veers, in one of the non-clone regiments of the GAR, is folded in immediately.

Piett, of the anti-pirate fleet, is conscripted into the navy six years later.

At least, in that one.

In another, Tarkin makes a suggestion.

(All planetary forces are dissolved and reabsorbed into the Imperial Military.)

(Lieutenant Firmus Piett becomes a comms officer on the Strikefast.)

7-I Am A Banked Coal (But I Ignite The Firestorm)

Maximilian Veers did not request a transfer into Death Squadron. He is still transferred in.

(Darth Vader hears the name Maximilian Veers again for the first time in years, the Major having gotten orders assigning him to Tarkin’s monstrosity. And no. The Death Star can’t have him.)

(Veers is Torrent and Torrent is Vader’s.)

8-Conscience Doth Make Destitute Cowards of Us All

In many universes, Alexander Burgess swears that he will come down to the basement no more.

In this world, his last words to Dream are very different.

(And as more decades drag on with him trapped, Dream’s power dwindles even further.)

(His sense of self goes with it.)

9-Much Ado About Giving Aid

In most universes, two old gods attack the Dreaming toward the beginning of the universe. Dream asks his siblings for help and only Desire answers, by sending Alinora.

(She breaks his heart eventually and he becomes that much more wary of love.)

In this universe, not even Desire sends aid.

The old gods shred the Dreaming.

(Except the Dreaming is a manifestation of Dream’s mind.)

(Dream’s howls of agony echo through the cosmos.)

(By the time his siblings change their minds it is too late.)

10-Do You Hear The People Sing? (Singing The Song of Disillusioned Men)

Despair cannot look her older brother in the face and he does not seem to expect her to. He never has her look into his broken mirror as he had Desire do either.

“Why?” She asks him once.”Why do you not hate me?”

“Because what happened to me was not your idea,” Disillusionment says. “You did not come up with plan after plan to torture a family member. That was Desire. You merely… went along with it.”

I... had not realized how much Sandman fic I'd written recently. Huh.

Anyway, gently tagging @alexx-dax and @chaosgoblinhours if they want to give it a go.

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buckybarnesdiaries · 3 years

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white wolf: “the story of a first date”

first part — second part — third part — fourth part (soon)

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Sam helps Bucky to ask you out for a date and it's a disaster, but he gets it.

word count: 3.147 words. (not sorry, it worth it, i promise!!!)

warnings/tags: none. bucky being the cutest gentleman in the whole wide world, and sam keeping an eye on him.

author notes: as it happened with the first part, i'm not really happy with the result but i had so much fun writing it and i think that that made this writing perfect, so i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed it. none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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The car stopped because of a red light, a moment where Sam took the advantage to turn at his copilot, glancing at Bucky from top to bottom in complete silence. Analyzing him. The soldier tilted his head raising an eyebrow, showing his curiosity about what the hell he was doing.

“What are you gonna wear, uh?” Sam asked then, maintaining a serious gesture on his face.

“Clothes”. Unworriedly, he put back his eyes to the front window.

“You probably look good naked, but that’s not what I’m talking ‘bout”.

“Just… some jeans, a shirt, and a jacket”.

“And shoes, I guess”.

Bucky turned on his seat towards his friend, squinting confused for the interrogatory. “Who cares?”

“About the shoe—”

“About the clothes”.

“Man, it’s a date! Do you wan’her to remember this night as the night Bucky Barnes shown up as a Russian bum?”

“I’m from Brookl—”.

“Yeah, but you look like mother Russia just spat you to the world”.

Sam rolled his eyes as a sigh escaped his mouth. Shaking his head, he took the next corner to the fifth avenue changing the planes they had in mind. A good outfit meant a good date. A good date meant happy soldier. Happy soldier meant no trouble. See the point? So the Falcon would take care of the Winter Soldier today. If only Steve could see them. He’d feel proud, that was for sure. They visited a couple of shops, finally letting Sam take control over the situation and pick the clothes he would wear for you. He had good taste, everybody knew that, and Bucky couldn’t complain about his choices.

Even less when the distinctive black suit dressed his anatomy to perfection. Spinning around in front of the mirror, he felt different. He looked different. He looked good, but not as he’d like. Holding the bucket of flowers once he was ready, Bucky left his apartment straight to the garage under the building. He was nervous, he couldn’t lie. But he had that sensation inside him that made him believe everything would be okay for the first time since he woke up.

The road didn’t take him more than ten minutes, not really worried about the time given that he had planned to arrive a little sooner than accorded. Life seemed like it was smiling at him, finding a parking lot in the same entrance. Landing his blue eyes on the rearview mirror, Bucky took a last view at his reflection, brushing back his hair as he used to do in the forties. He grabbed then the flowers he bought for you and stepped out of the car, trying to remember the advice Sam gave him. Resting his back against the copilot's door, he waited impatiently for you.

“Hey, you”.

His heart stopped for a second, raising his orbs to the man coming closer. Before he could react, the man in question tucked a hand beneath Bucky's jacket. Patting him down.

“What the hell are you doing, Sam?” He questioned irritatedly, slapping his hands and causing him to laugh.

“Just checking you didn't bring the notecards again”.

“Yeah, very funny…”

“Man, look at you! Should be illegal to look this good, uh?” Sam helped him to put on the jacket again, receiving another slap from his friend.

“Don't touch me”. Scowling, he fixed the flowers in his left hand, wanting them to be perfect. “Anyway, what are you doing here?”

“Watch you till (Y/N) comes. Lemme take a picture, I feel like a proud father on his son's prom day”.

“You're not m— Get the hell outta here, Sam”.

“Fighting again, kids? Should I call your mama?”

As Bucky heard you scoff, his soul abandoned. His pupils dilated. His legs trembled. And he could swear that everything disappeared around him when he watched you going downstairs, swinging your hips unconsciously sensual, with a black dress fitting you like a glove. If this morning Bucky wanted to marry you, now he wanted to spend the rest of his life by your side. Your makeup was on point, just like your hair, not being too formal but enough to run him out of words.

“Steve is off-duty, so, what 'you gonna do, soldier?” Sam mocked, an instant before noticing how pale Bucky was. He couldn't help but slap the back of his neck to bring him back to reality.

“I, uh… flowers… I bought you…”

“You're not Yoda”. Sam whispered as the other offered you the present.

“C'mon, stop messing with him”. You clicked your tongue, right before you drew an adorable smile on your lips, leaning to kiss Bucky's cheek. “Thank you”.

“You're welcome”. He just answered, responding to your same gesture while opening the door for you.

“Such a gentleman…” His playful murmur made Bucky frown and nudge him, trying to stop him from saying anything else and ruin the occasion.

“I'll bring him back at ten”. You joked palming his chest.

“The point is to not bring him back to me”. Sam cackled, shaking his head and taking a step back.

Once in the car turning on the engine, James joined the road after checking you were good. Never in his life he had driven with so much care as if he was carrying a bomb by his side. He set on the radio, not really knowing how to start a conversation, watching you through the corners of his eyes caressing the flowers over your lap. No one had bought you them before, thinking it was a thing that only happened in movies. But then, you met Bucky. An old-fashioned man, making yourself wonder how he was the same the news used to say he was a cold-blood assassin.

“What have you thought?”

“Uh?”

“About the date”.

“Sam told me about a rest—”.

“Okay, okay, Bucky. Pull over”. You couldn't help but burst into laughter, as his face was pale again thinking you were about to step out and end the date.

“Sorry, did I…?”

You swiveled at him on your seat, kissing your teeth and squinting inevitably. Studying his face you knew how afraid he was, and it was the most adorable reaction ever. You could have kissed at that precise instant, but it'd have been a little awkward.

“Where do you wanna go?”

The question didn't take him by surprise, actually. He was still getting used to doing the things he desired and not what other people asked him to do. The restaurant was a fancy place with a distinguished menu according to what his friend explained to him, but it wasn't the kind of site that he'd normally go, or that represented him.

“When I, uh… came back, I discovered that my favorite burger joint in Brooklyn was still standing”. Bucky told you, facing you after finishing the sentence. “They prepare the best burgers of the whole New York and you can decide what ingredients add, and the bread, and the kind of meat. And it still having the original decoration”.

You reclined on your seat, just staring at him talking with that kind of burning passion about something he loved. Puckering your lips, you nodded your chin. The fact that not only he wanted to take you to a different place, but a place that he used to go to when he was young made butterflies flutter within your belly. Bucky wanted to make you part of his future, but also his past. That made the difference.

“Sounds good to me”.

“Really?” He inquired funnily confused, wrinkling his nose and forehead.

“Really”.

The shine that appeared within his eyes made you place a hand on his cheek to urge him to turn his head and drive again. An innocent gesture that provoked him a lively giggle. If that man knew all the things he caused you, he'd have taken the step months ago.

As the night went on and Bucky was losing his shyness, he talked to you about the good old times. Before HYDRA, before the winter, before the war. When he was a kid with no worries more than keeping Steven safe from the bullies. It was nice to disconnect from the present, from the gazes around the two of you, from the back talks, only enjoying your dinner and your conversation. You talked to Bucky about how was to be raised on a farm, surrounded by open fields and animals, to join the army years later. Without going into details that could make him remember the old bad times, you told him about what you used to do, your missions, and how you were wounded in combat after being shot and fell from a helicopter.

Bucky felt confident enough to compare it with how everything started. Falling from a wagon to the snow. But as soon as his voice became lower, you couldn't help but hold his gloved left hand and intertwine your fingers with his. And you could swear you felt him shaking for a brief moment because of your touch.

“So, what, uh? It was a forties trend to jump into the void?” You tried to joke, wanting to feel relaxed.

“Yeah, seems like”. He mumbled curling up his lips. “Listen… I really want to… open up, and I know it’s easier with you because… y’know, you work doing this”.

“Hold on, Bucky”. You laughed waving your free hand, shaking your chin as you closed your eyes for a second. “That has sounded really bad”.

“Wait, wh— Oh, shit, no, no, no”.

For the first time since you walked into the small restaurant, his laughter was lively, unworriedly, honest.

“Take it easy, just kidding”. You grinned, nailing your elbow on the table to rest your cheek on your palm. “But… this isn’t work. We’re not doing therapy, we’re… knowing each other. And I don’t want to pressure you to talk about something you don’t feel prepared to, okay?”

“I know”.

Bucky couldn’t believe how much you seemed to empathize with him, not judging his acts nor his past, not deciding that the date wasn't a good idea nor running away. He couldn’t believe the less importance you were giving to his arm made of vibranium; usually, people used to freak out, to feel frightened somehow about the things it could do. But you were there, fingers playing with the others as if it was the most common and natural act in the world. And, for you, it was. That was you in all your best. Considerate, smart, patient, lovingly. The rainbow after a stormy life. Everything that Bucky needed in his life to start from scratch and be his better version. A shoulder to lean on and a reason to come back home.

“Was afraid of asking you out”. He confessed after some seconds admiring each other. Any person closer would say you had been dating for a long, long time by the way you had to keep silent and not feel uncomfortable.

“Why?”

“You came from war and made your world a place to live. I’m still stuck there”.

“I have my own red flags”. Clicking your tongue, you rolled your eyes.

“Oh, really? Please, surprise me”. Bucky teased you sitting up on his chair, not loosening the gentle grip around your left hand.

“I put the milk before cereals”.

“Oh… Oh, God”. He let out, pretending to be horrified and running a hand on his face. “Goddammit… you’re a monster, ma’am. I don’ think this is going to work”.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, parting your lips in a breath while leaning over the table to palm his right shoulder. “It wasn’t me who added lettuce to the burger”.

“What? What’s the matter with that, uh?”

“Lettuce kills the savor!”

“Y’know what kills the savor? Ketchup. Today, people use ketchup literally with everything… And that’s disgusting”.

“Okay! Next time, no lettuce, and… no ketchup”.

“That’s a big challenge”. Bucky scoffed tenderly squeezing your hand between his cold fingers.

“I’ll live, Sergeant Barnes”. You narrowed your eyes and crinkled your nose at the same time.

“I was talking about a second date, not about your issue with ketchup”.

“So was I”.

A goofy smirk appeared on Bucky’s face, biting his inner cheek as he assented with his head. Seeing you again, knowing that you wanted it —that you wanted him—, made him trust Dr. Raynor’s words. He was having a second chance to do the right thing. To live and to be.

You wanted to add something else when the clock in his wrist started to beep. Curious, you raised an eyebrow. “We have to leave”.

“Why?”

“Sam told me you work tomorrow at eight, which means you’ll get up at six and a half… maybe seven. While I pay, take you home, all that stuff… I don’ want you to be tired in the morning”.

Bucky would never stop to amaze you, looking up to him in silence to contemplate how he called the bartender and beckoned his free hand to ask for the bill.

“What…? What are you doing?” He chuckled embarrassed, taking his beer to sip.

You cleared your throat when you realized how stupid you should look right now, shaking your head as you freed his cold hand from yours to find unlock your phone as soon as the guy brought the dataphone.

“Hey, no, no. I asked you out, I pay”. Bucky began to fight with you, provoking some laughs on the table as you tried to put your screen above the tpv.

“Well, welcome to the twenty-first century”. You hummed as the operation was confirmed.

“I’ll pay next time”. He declared licking his incisors, prior to his lips.

You wished the ride back home to last forever, not wanting to end the date. But the car reached your neighborhood in a blink of eyes. You couldn't help but sigh barely appreciably for your companion, gazing through the window until double parking in front of your apartment. You turned towards him, hearing the engine shut off. Bucky seemed disappointed like you, not being able to remember when was the last time he had a break, he had fun. The date was nicer than he expected but the idea of not knowing exactly when he was going to see you again was killing him from the inside.

“I'll accompany you”. He declared undoing his seat belt as you did to step out.

You reacted with a delicate smile, holding the bucket of flowers against your abdomen while walking to the front door of the building. That moment was a little uncomfortable, not being sure about how to say goodbye, just looking like two teens in love.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky”. You uttered without thinking about it. “It's been the best night I've ever had”.

“Next will be better, I promise”.

“That's a big challenge”. You chuckled repeating his words a while ago in the restaurant.

“I'll live”. He nodded convinced, glancing at you bowing down your interest to the red roses between your hands.

How could you tell him that you were dying to be together again? That you wouldn't mind waking up sooner and having breakfast? You bit your inner upper lip, trying to find the correct words to say, without sounding like you were feeling something else to a physical attraction. Bucky was hot as hell, that wasn't up to debate, but he was the kindest and charmingest man you had known. He was sensible and strong at the same time. You both complemented the other like the pieces of a puzzle and you never thought something like that could happen to you. To find your other half and having it so clear you didn't want anyone else.

“I am, uh… free tomorrow”.

His words pushed you out of your thoughts, putting up your attention to a Bucky almost flushing, stroking the back of his head, and having the impression that he could scare you.

“Got a break for lunch, if you want”. You proposed without hesitation.

His eyes sparkled with happiness, holding your left hand with his to bring it to his mouth, placing a fond kiss on the back. Such a gentleman, like Sam said, inducing your cheeks to burn. And then, you saw him doubting about taking another step. You wanted it too to happen, tho, leaning forward to press your lips together. Your eyes snapped closed at that precise instant, not having any rush, tasting each other's and shortening the distance between both of you by his free arm getting wrapped around your waist. The kiss was innocent but passionate. It was warm, intimate, trying to transmit all the chemistry you woke up within the other with only one look, with only one smile. Breaking it —much to your regret— when you needed air to breathe. And even so, Bucky rested his forehead against yours freeing your hand to place it on the right side of his neck.

Neither of the two of you opened your eyes, extending the moment as much as you could. You felt he craved to spend the night with you, and you desired it too, but you also felt that he needed some time to get used to this new world he was living in. It wasn't easy. You thought back to the months after the war, the recovery, the loneliness you forced yourself to be in. You were in Afghanistan for three months. He had been fighting since nineteen forty. And he didn't want to ruin what you were building together.

“I should leave”. Bucky murmured against his wishes.

“See you tomorrow”.

At the moment you opened your eyes to meet the pale blue ones, your whole body felt weak. You saw the brightness in them after letting him know that the second date was going to happen and that it wasn't just a formality before disappearing, wiping out any minimal doubt by kissing him again. The last kiss. A good night, I'll dream with you kiss.

“I'm gonna play this on your wedding day, definitely”.

You screamed because of the unexpected metallic voice coming closer, clinging to Bucky's neck as his heart raced too. Redwing was suspended in the air some steps away from you, being controlled by Sam. Who else is not him, uh?

“I'm starting to think you have separation anxiety”. The soldier growled trying to hit the flying device with his flesh hand, hearing you laughing against his chest.

“Good night, kids”. You chuckled separating from Bucky.

“No kiss for me, soldier?”

“I'm not gonna kiss that thing, Samuel”.

“What about a howl, White wolf? Would be very appro—”.

“White wo—”.

“Please, don't. Don't ask”. Bucky begged you, licking his bottom lip while rubbing the back of his head, clearly ashamed.

“Hope you show me one day what it means…”

“Oh, he will… Just wait till the full moon”.

“Sam!” Bucky and you yelled in unison, you playfully, he annoyed.

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vannybarber · 3 years

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The Prenup: Part Three

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part One Part Two

After Chris' little sob moment, he got his shit together and went back to where his family was. There was no way he was going to get you back crying like a baby when he was at fault. He needed to fix this, but you had to be on board in order first

He sits back on the couch, his mother and siblings not even realizing he entered the room, for they were having their own squabble. Scott's voice being the loudest out of everyone of course.

He sees his phone and goes to grab it. Carly notices him and speaks up.

"Chris is there anywhere you think she could be? Any place you guys have gone that's sentimental or something?" She's trying her best, but it wasn't enough. For all Chris knew, you could've been in numerous places. Everywhere you went was special.

When you both aren't working, you're on an adventure after another. You both loved to explore and were the perfect partners for each other to do it. You guys had traveled everywhere.

"I have no idea. I really fucked up and I don't even know where to begin to fix this" he breathes out, voice wavering gradually at every word. "Why do I always do this?"

It's Lisa's turn to speak up. "Do what?"

"Why do I always sabotage everything good in my life? Specifically love. It's like whenever it gets too good to be true, I back away. This time, I decided to wait four years to mess this up."

"Chris," Shanna calls. "You have a good woman." She pauses. "A great woman. She has put up with your shit and gave up so much to be with you. That's exactly what you wanted. Someone to really prove their love for you and she did that. You cannot go back on that now."

"Look how that's going." Scott doesn't fail to add a snarky remark.

"Scott I'm not going to tell you again. Quit it." Lisa barks and pops the back of his head. Scott goes silent.

"Okay but what if I messed up for good this time?" He looks up and straight at Shanna. "I have never seen her like this. I don't think anyone has ever hurt her this bad before." And he was right. You'd never experienced this much emotional pain before and the love of your life is to blame.

"Well you don't know that unless you find out. You can't just sit around here and feel sorry for yourself because believe it or not, you have no reason to." Shanna is completely right. Now it was up to Chris. But first he needed to figure out where you were.

He grabs his phone and goes to your contact. He finds you and clicks. All your info pops up and he debates on whether he should call or message. As he's deciding, his eyes wander lower to the location box. He sees your icon on the map.

His mouth opens, but nothing leaves it. Your location was on. It had been on the entire freaking time.

"Chris what's wrong?" Lisa walks over and the kids perk up.

"Y/N's location has been on all this time. I can see where she is now!" He clicks your icon and waits for it to load. A little hope has risen inside of him. One step closer.

"Well this is good. Now you can go to her. I just hope she doesn't want to kill you when she sees you." Shanna scratches the back of her neck because she knows what you're capable of.

Last year, your sister's boyfriend was messing around with your cousin's girlfriend and it got exposed at the dinner table infront of everyone.

Chris and his family had been invited and everything was going great. But then one of your other cousins decided to start some mess and pointed out how it was so strange that they were so close and always hung out together. They weren't wrong either.

Turns out they've been hooking up behind their backs for a while and all hell broke loose. Your sister and cousin are both very sensitive people. Their feelings get hurt fast and this absolutely tore them to pieces. That pissed you off and you went straight for the girlfriend. Then you went for the boyfriend but only got a kick to the spleen before Chris snatched you up.

She went to the hospital with a broken nose and dislocated jaw. The boyfriend had pain in his spleen for weeks on end. You apologized to the Evans' for your riveting hospitality, but Scott backed you up and stated that 'you did what you had to do'.

From that day forward, they did not get on your bad side. But you'd never hurt them. You had a great relationship with all of them. Something rare with in-laws. But not the Evans'.

Your location finally loaded and you were pinned at the Liberty, almost an hour from where you guys lived. Chris didn't even need to ask himself why you were so far away. He knew why.

"Okay I found her. She's at a hotel about about an hour away. Who knows what she'll do next, so I need to go right now." He moves to get his jacket and shoes. Slipping them on he grabs his keys and heads out the door, yelling an 'I'll be back soon' just before closing it.

Pregnant, tired, once again and alone. This should not be the case. You should be at home with your fianceé discussing how you'd break the news to your families about your new addition. But instead, there you are eating Domino's and binge watching the first and only season of a new show you found to get your mind off of things.

Its about a district attorney who's son had been found as a suspect for the murder of his schoolmate. What didn't help was the fact that the father, Andy Barber, looked almost identical to Chris. And the way Andy would interact with his son had you thinking about how he would react to your little surprise.

Would he be happy? Would it be too much for him? Seeing that you guys had just now got engaged after 4 years, you didn't see him too excited to add a baby in just yet. You hadn't even gotten married. Not to mention you just pushed that off the table.

You got your mind racing again, so you turned off the show and just sat quietly, succumbing to your thoughts. First, you guys needed to solve your problem before you tell him anything of the current events. Should you call him and tell him to come over? How were you gonna approach him?

Staying mad was off the table as soon as you saw the pregnancy results. You had to be mature for your new family. That meant pushing aside your anger and solving this prenup issue. Then you'd tell him about the baby. You just needed the chance.

And your chance had arrived when Chris pulled up to the parking lot of the hotel. Your icon was still at the location. He rushed to get out and inside, heading to the front desk.

"Hi! Is a Y/N Y/LN checked in here?" His fingers tap the counter in anticipation. The clerk is taken aback but checks the computer infront of him anyway.

"Uh, no sir there isn't anyone here by that name." The clerk shook his head and looked back up at him. Chris sighs and thinks. An idea comes to his head. It doesn't sound reasonable, but he had to at least try it.

"Okay um..how about a Y/N Evans?" The clerk looks back at the computer and types.

"Yes! There's a Y/N Evans in room 263 on the 3rd floor." Chris' heart leaped. You used his last name. After all that went down, you still went by his last name. He was gaining hope by the minute.

"She's my fianceé. Is there a way I could have a key to her room? It's super important" he begged.

"Well we're not allowed to give room keys out randomly. It's policy. But I could call up to confirm with Ms. Evans, if you'd like?" Chris accepted the offer, but not before correctly the clerk to calling you Mrs. Evans.

You jump slightly when you hear the phone ring. You stretch your arm and pick it up from the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hi Mrs Evans! I have a-"

There was a pause before he continued,

"Mr. Evans down here at the lobby that wants to see you. Should I send him up?"

You swear in that exact moment all the saliva in your mouth dried up and your mouth was sealed shut. He had found you and and wanted to see you. But how? Anyways, you had to face him sooner or later. You freaking live together and you can't stay at that hotel forever.

"Mrs. Evans? Are you alright?" You snap out of your immobile state and clear your throat.

"Um..yes. You can send him up." You scold yourself for not putting up a bigger fight. But what for? It would only make shit worse than it already was.

"Alright ma'am. He'll be up shortly."

"Okay thank you." You quickly slam the phone on the receiver and let your body hit the mattress. Well, there's no turning back now.

You don't know how long you were laying there, but it couldn't have been long because you heard a knock at the door. You shoot up and stare at it.

Another knock.

"Y/N?"

You move your body towards the door taking a deep breath. You can do this Y/N. Get it together. This is Chris for goodness sake.

You turn the knob and pull the door back, Chris coming into view staring right back at you.

"Hi baby."

pls- this dramatic ass ending 😭 this was gonna be the last part, but dialogue/ just kept coming at me as I was writing 🥴.

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