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A Review of The Way Of The Shadow Wolves: The Deep State And The Hijacking Of America by Steven Segal

Alleged rapist and human trafficker, cop groupie, washed-up action movie star, and personal friend to Vladimir Putin, the paradox of Steven Segal is how he manages to stick around despite being –by damn near every account– a universally unpleasant vacuum of charisma. I could go on, but I feel that no introduction of Steven would be complete without the tale of the headlock. Legends tell of Steven’s conflict with legendary martial artist and hollywood stunt coordinator “Judo” Gene Lebell. Allegedly, the two fell into an argument on the set of the film Out For Justice. The crux being Steven’s claim that he was “immune” to being choked unconscious. Allegedly, LeBell called his bluff, and put the actor in a headlock. A headlock that resulted in Steven losing consciousness, and control of his bowels. Steven denies the story. He also wrote a book.

The book is garbage, but garbage in a way that can be easily overstated. I wanted to take a page from other reviewers of this book, and call the text what it is; a fever dream of exhausting mediocrity, swaddled in delusions of grandeur. I wanted to whale on it. I wanted to denounce it like some ridiculous fire-and-brimstone preacher of internet literary criticism. But this does not capture the core, the essence of Way of the Shadow Wolves. There is a paradox at the heart of this text, a contradiction that even now I struggle to describe. Because despite everything, despite the balls-to-the-walls premise, the disastrous prose, and the buckwild plot, this book is deeply and powerfully boring. To call it a fever dream is to imply that it might be exciting.

Some books are bad in a way that must be experienced firsthand. This is not one of those books. In a way, I feel that you’ve already read this book. You know Steven Segal. You met him in elementary school, when he told you he has “every black belt.” You met him in college when you tricked him into smoking a bag of oregano. You met him at your most recent family gathering, where you were trapped in an awkward one-sided conversation about “those people.” The bad-ness of Steven’s work is deeply familiar.

We have our boots. We have our waders. We have our shovels. But, before we wade into the shit, there is one more thing we need to get out of the way: The Shadow Wolves are real. In 1972 the United States government agreed to the Tohono O'odham Nation’s demand that border enforcement agents patrolling their land have at least one quarter native ancestry. The result being the specialized unit of Immigration and Customs Enforcement officers known as The Shadow Wolves. In the 2020 Sonic the Hedgehog film, Dr. Eggman states that they are who trained him in the art of tracking.

WAY OF THE SHADOW WOLVES

Let us cook Way of the Shadow Wolves from scratch. Think of every dogshit C-list action movie you’ve ever seen. Ideally, you want the trash cuts of post-9/11 hysteria marbled with ex-cia heroes and vaguely arab villains. Drop it all into a stockpot. Next, roughly dice some comic books and kung-fu movies, the more racist the better. Now add some datura, it doesn't matter if it's edible or not, because you saw a native American in a movie make something like that once and you’re totally 1/64th Cherokee. Add a whole can of Qanon and a whole can of racism. Boil until you have pacing thicker than mud.

Way of the Shadow Wolves is a police procedural meets a spy thriller, a fast-paced action drama about elite agents on the fringes of the law who have the huge sweaty meaty balls to do what needs to be done for our country. It is Steven's attempt at the action schlock he embodies as an actor. Our hero is John Gode: Shadow Wolf. Reservation-born native American tracker, ICE agent, and Kung-Fu master. I believe he might have been described at one point. If he was, I do not care. Steven does not care. It does not matter. John Gode is Steven, and he’s the most badass dude to ever not be gay. He is: Special Agent Shaman Cop. He’s gonna beat up the deep state. That’s all you need to really need to know. In fact, it is shocking just how little you need to know about this book.

We begin in a movie theater, where our protagonist is alone, watching the end credits of a movie about the atrocious treatment of native Americans on behalf of the united states government. When the film finally ends, John says to himself “It’s about time.” He gets up to leave. The chapter immediately ends. My compliments to the chef. A delightfully bland apéritif of a character introduction. Steven uses the essential point of first contact with our protagonist to tell us vital information like “He doesn’t like it when movies are long.” or maybe “He didn’t like this movie about the trail of tears.” It is unclear. To quote English-Albanian philosopher Dua Lipa, “Go girl, give us nothing.”

I have been dancing around the quality of the writing. It seems impossible to approach without the footing of a new paragraph, an opponent that requires full-focus, an all-out assault. It is nigh-incomprehensible. I hate comparing bad writing to drugs. It feels too easy. But there is a specific air to Way of the Shadow Wolves. There is a distinct cadence, simultaneously manic and lethargic, that comes from attempting to write while day drunk on over-prescribed amphetamines. And make no mistake, if Steven was not entranced by the muse of Too Many Uppers And Downers At The Same Time, if he wrote this thing stone sober, that is worse. Small quotes will not do the writing style justice, you must see for yourself how sentences flow into each other:

“The desperado’s mind went back in time to a small town in Mexico twelve years before, where he first met his two cohorts when they were thrown together by a tragic set of circumstances. Their parents had been gunned down by a cartel who was at war with a competing cartel for control of the area, which was a pathway to the American border near Nogales, Arizona. All three had been shepherded to a local mission where they were being cared for by the Franciscans, who were becoming overwhelmed by the growing number of children left homeless due to the rampant killings by the warring cartels . . .”

Labyrinthine. A paragraph structure that would feel more at home with Calvino, or Garcia Marquez at his most experimental, though stripped of its deft control and musicality. Segal will regularly change temporal perspective in the middle of sentences. A single run-on sentence will begin in the past, have a middle clause in the present, and then return to the past by the end. There is a downright massive cast of characters for a 200 page book. Damn near every chapter introduces three or four more names, and we are lucky if Steven describes them before discarding them entirely. This book is a slog. I find myself losing patience with Steven.

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Some time has passed since I began writing this review. Originally, my approach was surgical disassembly. I was going to go over the plot, summarize its anatomy, pick apart its flaws with surgical precision. But the more I cut, the more I felt as if I was the butt of a joke. I was performing an autopsy on a clown, pulling sheets of colorful rope from its gut, and the cadaver was laughing at me.

There is a moment, about halfway through. A woman approaches John at a bar. An assassin, who later attacks John in the parking lot with karate. A furious series of crescent kicks, effortlessly blocked by John Gode, who punches her in the ribs and knocks her to the ground. Realizing that her martial arts are defeated, she draws her gun, but John Gode is too fast. He fires his own weapon before she can get the shot off, killing her instantly. “Her round went upward toward the sky as she fell backward with eyes wide open, seeing nothing.”

This scene stuck with me. It illustrates one of the critical flaws at the heart of Way of the Shadow Wolves. Nothing hurts John. Nothing even gets close. He does not struggle. He does not sweat. He does not bleed. Steven clearly intends this scene to be badass, a moment where his self-insert hero defeats a dangerous enemy without trying. This book is an action movie, but John’s untouchability makes every action scene read as a moment of profound and boring cruelty. This was not a contest of master martial artists. This was an adult kicking a child in the throat.

I find myself losing patience with Steven. I am running out of humorous ways to describe this vapid tripe. This is, in my mind, the greatest condemnation of bad writing. There is no hell lower than being boring to mock. I see myself as a sort of sommelier of the awkward and disastrous. I will be the first to tell you “Wait! Don’t throw that out! There are things to be learned!” But Steven repeatedly proves himself to be a sort of Alchemist of Shit, capable of transmuting theoretically interesting bullshit into just fucking nothing. If this book deserves credit for anything, it is its miraculous ability to squander its own premise.

Why write this? Any of this? Steven clearly does not read. Or, if he does, he seems to subsist entirely on a diet of comic books about monkeys that do kung-fu. Why write this? At some level it all comes down to “because Steven wanted to” right?

Right?

But I cannot shake the feeling. To call this book masturbatory is to imply that Steven might have enjoyed it. There is a desperation to the power fantasy here. To be feared by men, desired by women, revered by all, yaddah yaddah yaddah, all the same trite excretions of blunt masculinity. But there is something else. Steven wants the same thing that every conspiracy theorist wants; a simple world. A world he can understand. Steven is exhausted, overwhelmed with a world he feels he can neither effect nor understand. I am exhausted.

I fear my earlier allusions to expressionist novels may have been more spot on than I imagined. Way of the Shadow Wolves has a plot in the sense that Sunny-D contains fruit juice. Its presence is a formality, a ceremonial hat worn for tax purposes. The plot is there, but it is unimportant. This is not a text that can be debated with. Because within the world of the text, politics is not complex. It is not actually a web of interconnected groups, each with their own interests, rivalries, alliances, and historical contexts. Behind all of it is two things: Good guys, and bad guys. The good guys are all working together, and the bad guys are all working together.

I find myself losing patience with Steven. I fear my earlier allusions to expressionist novels may have been more spot on than I imagined. Way of the Shadow Wolves has a plot.

John Gode finds a human tooth in the desert. It belongs to a body, a body of a woman described in lurid detail. Nearby, he meets a young native American man, a man who calls himself Sweet Tooth. The body is missing teeth, missing hands, missing feet. A trademark cartel killing. A young native American man. “I’m gonna be like, your assistant right?” A buddy cop dynamic. Meeting the task force. Tailing an ICE van full of cartel soldiers. A hostage situation. A shootout in the desert. Far away, faceless men in suits with masonic ranks plan a mass killing. Some sounded like they had Arabic accents. Freemasonry. Interrogation with a snake. The corpse was a woman. The woman was a reporter. She had the evidence on a flash drive, evidence that proved the existence of the deep state. What if its all connected? A sex scene, or almost a sex scene. A sex scene interrupted. A shootout in the desert. Kung Fu assassins at a bar. A cartel defector. A shootout in the desert. What if its all connected. They’re working with the Jihadists. The USA is already “half latino.” The government is paying the cartels to ship Jihadists north across the border. They’re well-trained and well armed. You can’t trust anyone. A terrorist defector who hears the voice of the prophet. The ghost of John’s grandfather. The sun sets over the Sonora. A shootout in the desert. They kidnapped John’s mother. Bring them the flash drive. They’re planning to bomb the casino. A shootout in the desert. The police chief was a traitor. The Catholics are in on it. Its all connected. A shootout in the desert. Assault by night. Rescuing the hostage. A knife dipped in pigs blood. A pit of vipers in the sonora.

Steven ends a chapter with the line. “They had functioned like a well-oiled machine that had just saved two innocent lives. All lives matter. Do they not?”

I am tired. I find myself at a neighborhood block party, trapped in a conversation I’ve had a thousand times. This time the man on the other end is a sweaty divorcee in range glasses who looks like a sunburned thumb. Last week, it was a woman with a necklace of crystals and blonde hair bleached blonder. “Haha yeah” I say, looking down at my phone. “Burgers look good this year huh?”

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lostgirlmuseum · 8 months

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Stuck (2)gether

(image from Pinterest ^) Summary: A continuation of Stuck Together, Bucky deals with the aftermath of now knowing what it’s like to be so close to you. He misses it. He’s scared of it. He needs it.

Words: 2.7k

Warning: None I don’t think, just some fluff and an awkward Bucky. Oh and implied wet socks (DON'T WORRY, NOT EXPLICIT)

A/N: Yes I think im very funny with the title lol

Previously…

You wonder what you did to make him so revolted by you.

Little do you know, at that very moment, Bucky is resisting every urge to run back to you.

Bucky woke up the next morning feeling lost. Like there was something missing. Before his groggy brain could put it together, he saw his phone light up with a reminder that he was meeting Sam to go on a jog. He quickly got up and got dressed, trying to ignore that weird nagging feeling that a piece of him was gone.

Seeing as he lives on the fourth floor of the tower, he could’ve very easily taken the stairs to level one. It’s not like he got winded often. But something compelled him to take the elevator.

Right as the odd feeling had started to dissipate, the elevator doors opened. And there you were.

It all came crashing back to him.

Fu-

“Oh, hey Buck.” You smiled.

“Hi.” He briefly considered not getting on. He could take the stairs. But there you stood, and he felt the urge to stand right next to you.

“What floor?” You asked.

He looked at the buttons. He saw “12” glow a faint yellow.

“Twelve.”

“Oh, me too.”

“Yes.”

Yes? What does that even mean? Just be cool Barnes. Be cool—

Your sweet voice interrupted his internal panic.

“Nice. With how hot it’s been lately, I figured I should take advantage of the pool.”

He finally noticed the towel you were carrying.

“Yeah, same.” He crossed his arms.

“You’re heading to the pool too?”

“Yeah.”

“What are the chances?” You politely laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you go swimming.”

“I swim.”

Despite his horrible conversational skills, he doesn’t want this elevator ride to end.

“I don’t doubt it.”

There came an awkward lull in the conversation. He felt guilty for not only lying about where he was headed, but even more so for his lack of interesting responses. The least he could do was be engaging.

Either you gave up on him, or you lost interest, because neither of you said another word as you exited the elevator, and walked down the hall into the pool room.

He stood and watched as you grabbed a chair and draped your towel over it. You two were the only ones there. He continued to watch as you took off your t-shirt and stepped out of your shorts, revealing a navy bathing suit underneath. You stacked your clothes neatly on the chair, and pulled your hair back. You ambled up to the edge of the pool and dipped your toe in. Then you turned around and saw him staring right back at you, unmoving.

“Where’s your swimsuit?” You tilted your head.

“Um.” He looked at you blankly for a solid three seconds. He realized there was a significant hitch in his plan. Could he make an excuse and just leave? Yes. Was he going to? No. Because all logic went out the window the minute the elevator doors opened and he saw you. He’s acting on the instinct to be near you, and not leave your side, no matter what. “I didn’t bring it.”

“Oh, I know what you’re doing.” You laughed.

Oh jeez. You’ve caught him. He’s mortified. He can’t even explain the feelings coursing through his veins, and yet you’ve already figured him out.

“Swimming fully clothed, yeah? I’ve heard it’s a good skill to learn, never know when you might be in a situation where you unexpectedly find yourself in a body of water, especially in our line of work.”

He nodded.

You turned back to the water and took a step up on the diving block. You got in position and dove into the water, leaving Bucky with his jaw dropped at how you just found his excuse for him.

“You coming in, or what?” You called, wading in the pool.

“I’m here, sorry,” Bucky started his apologies to Sam the minute he found him waiting on a bench in the lobby.

“Man, where were you? I thought we were meeting for a run. And why the hell are you dripping?”

“Sorry, I got held up.”

“Doing what? Did you forget to take your clothes off in the shower?”

“No.”

“Okay…” Sam looked Bucky up and down, taking in the way his shirt clung to his chest, the messy damp hair, and the literal puddle he stood in. “Buck, I’m waiting for an explanation on why you’re drenched.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Weird dude. You’re being weird. I mean, you’re always weird, but especially right now.”

“Are we running, or not?” He groaned.

“With those squeaky ass shoes? I’m thinking not.”

Around lunch time, Bucky had found you alone in the kitchen, making a sandwich. Your hair was still a bit damp from the pool earlier, but so was his.

“Oh!” You jumped, “You snuck up on me!”

“Sorry,” he blushed.

Next thing he knew, he was standing right beside you, behind the kitchen island.

You seemed just as surprised at his proximity, he usually stayed a fair distance away from everyone. Minus Steve, maybe.

He mumbled something, searching your face.

“What?” You asked.

“Um, what are you making?”

“Just a sandwich.”

“What kind of sandwich?”

“I don’t know, I kinda grabbed whatever I could find from the fridge.”

He felt himself smile.

“What?” You laughed, noticing his weird reaction.

“You’ve got—” he paused, hesitating to bring his hand up, “here, I got it.”

He brought his thumb to your left cheekbone, carefully wiping away a smudge of mustard you had managed.

“Oh,” you giggled. But he didn’t take his hand away. He just let it lightly hover, looking wistfully from his hand by your cheek to your glittering eyes.

“Is that sandwich for me?” Tony’s voice penetrated the bubble Bucky had found himself in.

Immediately, Bucky brought his arms to his sides and stepped away from you, backing up a ridiculous five feet.

He saw a glimpse of hurt and confusion on your face, but it quickly dissipated into a teasing smile.

“Sorry Iron Man, but this sandwich is mine.” You crossed your arms.

“Well, this kitchen is mine. My kitchen, my rules, yeah?”

“Alright, just take the sandwich.”

“Is that yellow or Dijon mustard I see on it?”

“Yellow.”

“Damn. I prefer Dijon.” Tony quipped back.

Bucky did what he did best, standing and watching from afar.

Tony glanced over at him and back at you. The man leaned over the counter.

“Come here.” He gestured for you to lean in.

You gave him a suspicious look but stepped closer, leaning over the island.

Tony brought his hand up to where Bucky had just had his, and swiped.

“Weird, I thought I saw a smudge of something.” Tony teased, looking back over at Bucky.

Bucky felt his cheeks flush. Damn Stark, and having to ruin everything. Bucky didn’t care how you responded, he suddenly felt the urge to get the hell out.

“Buck–” he heard you start to call, but he was already half-way out the door.

Bucky was laying face down on his bed when he heard the knock at his door.

“Who is it?” He grumbled.

There was no response.

“Hello?”

Begrudgingly, he rolled out of bed and opened the door. No one was there. He looked down and finally noticed the note at his feet. He glanced down the empty hallway before picking up the small paper and going back into his room.

“Meet me in my room in 5 minutes. Go ahead in, I’ll be there soon.

From, Y/N”

His heart started to race.

You were inviting him into your room? Your space. God, this has got to be a dream. Finally, he can be close to you and not worry about anyone interrupting. His head was so clouded with the anticipation of you that he didn’t even think to wonder what you wanted to meet him for. Or why you felt the need to put it in a note.

You said to meet in five minutes, but he couldn’t help himself. He left immediately for your room and was three minutes early. He tugged at his hair for a minute, and rocked on his heels. He couldn’t take it. What’s two minutes?

He knocked on your door and it creaked open.

He let himself in, like you asked, and nearly sat on the edge of your bed, but thought it too intimate, opting for your cozy chair in the corner. It smelled like you.

Soon after, he heard steps coming down the hall and closer to your door.

He tried to keep his body still, but he wanted to meet you halfway. He’d never felt so impatient.

The door slowly started to open…

Bucky blanched.

“Peter?”

“I’m really sorry about this Sergeant Barnes.” The kid gave him apologetic eyes.

“Sorry about w—” Bucky didn’t get a chance to finish his sentence, Peter shot two webs, both landing perfectly in place where Bucky’s arms rested on the chair.

“Mr. Starks orders.” Peter burst out, right before making his quick exit out the door.

Before Bucky could even start to badger the kid, two faces appeared in the doorway.

“Stark! What the fuck is going on?!” Bucky yelled, and turned his attention to the other body. “Wilson, I swear to fucking god—”

“Cool it Tin Man, this is for your own good,” Tony started, “this way you have to confront your feelings for Y/N.”

“I don’t have feelings for—” Bucky started to bark back, but Sam interrupted from the doorway.

“Don’t lie, Buck, I talked to Y/N earlier. You were late because you went swimming, fully clothed, just to be near her. That’s crazy!”

“Psychotic, really,” Tony added.

“Desperate, is what it is.” Sam pointed. “Sorry to do this to you, really, but it’s for your own good. And hers too.”

The men started to close the door, and Bucky seethed, “Don’t you dare, I will kill you both!”

He was seeing red.

Stark's muffled remark came behind the door.

“Good luck, we’re rooting for you!”

“STARRRRKK—”

He tried thrashing, but it was useless. He was feeling murderous. The chair bumped onto the ground as he repeatedly attempted to stand up and free his wrists from their confines.

But his anger swiftly turned to panic the second he sensed footsteps and heard your light humming nearing the door.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered, willing the web to dissolve.

But it was too late. You opened the door, and spotted him immediately.

“Wha—Bucky?”

“Hey, hi, yeah,”

“Are you alright?” You asked, looking around the room for any other unusual signs. “What are you doing here? Is that Peter’s web?”

“You see, I can explain,” he started, already breathless.

“Okay…”

“Um, I got a note from you saying to meet you in your room, and so that’s why I’m here. Obviously, you didn’t write it, but I didn’t know that at the time so I let myself in, but then Parker popped out of nowhere, webbed me to the chair, and then Stark and Sam appeared and said stuff and essentially this is all an elaborate prank on behalf of them.”

You just looked at him.

“You’re looking at me like I’m crazy, I get it, it sounds unbelievable, but I swear to god that is what happened.”

“Relax, Bucky, I believe you. I just don’t get the joke.” You crossed your arms, lost in thought.

“They’re twisted, who knows what they are ever thinking.”

“I just don’t understand why they’d do this.”

“I don’t know, they wanted us to talk, it’s stupid.” He rolled his eyes.

“Talk? About what?”

Bucky didn’t answer. But he didn’t have to. A look of realization and a twinge of shame crossed your face.

“Oh, is this about the other day? Bucky, I’m really sorry. I was just trying to help you get the web off, I didn’t know I’d get stuck to you. I’m really, really, sorry, I never would have done it if I’d known. I know you value your space, and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I apologize.”

Bucky started to sputter, not even sure how to correct how wrong you were.

“Oh my gosh! And now you’re trapped in my room, it’s happening again. I’m sorry, you probably want to be as far away as possible from me right now. I’ll go find the web dissolver, I’ll give you space,”

“No, I don’t want space.” He blurted. Well, no going back now. “I want to be…close to you.” He whispered, ducking his head in humiliation.

You simply shook your head, not understanding.

“I’m sorry, it’s embarrassing. Ever since we got stuck together, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being close to you. I don’t know what’s happened to me, maybe it’s just that I haven’t been so close to another person in so long, or something else is wrong with me. I see you and I’m itching to be closer. It’s like when the web dissolved a magnet took its place. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“Why do you assume I don’t feel the same way?”

“You—” Bucky blinked, “you what?”

“Maybe I like being close to you too? Maybe I’m embarrassed because you started to run away from me?”

“Fuck, I know, I’m sorry, it’s just a new feeling for me and I don’t completely understand it, and I don’t want Stark making me feel like a fool.” He hung his head. “Which he’s doing a really good job of right now.”

“Forget Stark, he can be a raging asshole.” You spotted the way he was struggling against the restraints. “Let me make a quick call, and then we can continue this conversation.”

You quickly picked up your phone, tapped around, and held the phone to your ear. It rung three times before someone answered.

“Peter?… No, I’m not angry…Yes, I am disappointed...Just bring the web solution…No, he won’t kill you…Yes, I promise…Okay, hurry.”

You hung up and turned your attention back to Bucky.

“So, you like me?”

He felt his cheeks warm.

“I mean… yeah. Is that okay?”

“Of course it’s okay, Bucky.” You smiled.

A minute or two later Peter knocked on the door, and peeked his head in with the formula.

“Please don’t be disappointed in me. I was just listening to Mr. Stark.” He begged you, his eyes wide looking into yours.

“Fine, I’m not disappointed.” You relented, always merciful. “But let this be a lesson in establishing boundaries. And I think I need to have a chat with Tony about taking advantage of you.”

“Thank you, thank you.” He sighed, handing you the bottle and rag.

“But, I think you owe someone else an apology.”

Peter looked Bucky in the eyes for the first time since the door opened.

“I’m really sorry Sergeant Barnes. That wasn’t cool of me. It won’t happen again.”

“Whatever, just get outta here, kid.” He gave a small wave of his hand, which looked a bit awkward considering his forearms were still glued down.

That was pretty much as close as Bucky could get to accepting an apology.

Peter scurried off and you got to work on freeing Bucky.

Bucky was snuggled against you on the couch. He squeezed you tight, his big arms wrapped around your body. He had his head resting on your chest, and you were rubbing small circles on his back.

You had both been there for nearly an hour, unmoving from your spot.

Bucky heard you mumble a stern, “Behave,” to Tony when he walked in. Knowing he was defeated, he put his arms up in protest and walked on by without a single quip. Truly a feat for Iron Man.

He couldn’t be happier, being so close to your warmth.

Bucky didn’t know a lot of things. Like why he wasn’t dead yet, how Tony Stark could be such a pain, and what the hell is flan? But he did know one thing. That being close to you was the most perfect thing. It just feels right. You feel right. And he’s elated to know that there are a million more cuddles to come.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope this lived up to the first part, or at least was somewhat close? I hope you have a wonderful day, and let me know what you think!

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notwonderlandsworld · 2 years

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Now that you say you write for Marvel and DC I'm tempted to request a deadpool x Fem!reader smut. And pretty much it's just him acting like a dumb shit during the deed 💀

Idk why but this idea seems so cute to me

(Y/N) has female genatalia

pairing(s): Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Fem!Reader

warning(s): PWP (literally no plot like at all, just interaction), NSFW, 18+ MATURE, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

word count: 933

(18+ content further ahead)

The sound of a squeaking bed-frame followed by various moans filled the bedroom of your apartment. The TV played in the background unseen.

Hopefully Wade had set the volume loud enough to block the noise from your neighbors.

Hey, it's called being a good neighbor.

Currently the merc with a mouth had his girlfriend in a catapult position, her ankles perched on his shoulders. She reached to rest her hands on his arms as his thrusts grew more forceful.

"Wa…Wade ah…" (Y/N) managed to coax out, biting her lip as she worked to suppress the volume at which she moaned. "Go faster, p-please…"

Your boyfriend paused for a bit, stopping entirely. You growled at him, "What are you doing?!"

The man laughed, pulling up his mask past his lips, "You said go faster, at least let me catch my breathe for a bit babe."

Crossing your arms and glaring at him from underneath, "Really? Deadpool, superhuman mercenary—"

"Don't forget bad ass motherfucker."

You rolled your eyes before scoffing, "...anyways, Deadpool. A superhuman mercenary, and you're telling me he needs to catch his breath?"

"Remember what you said honey pie, superhuman. Human."

"Excuses." (Y/N) laughed as her boyfriend glared through the specs of his mask. Hands on his hips, the merc looked down at you, "You wanna get fucked or not?"

"Only if you tell me a story throughout."

"Which one?" Humming, you placed a finger on your chin, thinking.

"Y'know you never told me about that time where that Wolverine guy got locked up in a room with you. Poor guy."

Wade responded with a sharp thrust you could've felt in your cervix. Biting into your forearm, you muffled the moan that came out. You didn't want to give Wade the satisfactory as he smirked down at you.

Grabbing the cheeks off your ass, your boyfriend lifted you up by the hips and trusted faster. The squeaking of the bed-frame only increasing. You didn't even notice when he snatched you arm away from your mouth.

Too busy focused on the pleasure, you didn't hear what he asked. Whining, you looked up at him, "What?" You panted.

"I…fuck…I said…ah…Still wanna hear that story?" Your boyfriend asked. Shaking your head, you moaned out, "Noooo, ah ah ah just k-keep going…ah!"

Things were starting to feel intimate again as the merc switched positions. Now in lazy dog style, you let out a shaky exhale as you felt your boyfriends hand reach down to stroke tiny circles on your clit.

Moaning in higher octaves, you felt your insides clench as he grazed your sweet spot. Knowing he hit it right there, the man grinned and began thrusting harder.

"Fu-u-u-ck Wade! I-I need to—"

Wade groaned, letting out a laugh as he stopped midway. "Yes, schmookums?" He was about to tease when he felt his girlfriend's vagina clench further, making him stop thrusting completely.

"Hah? Did an innocent nickname turn you on? Out of everything I've done, not even the anal beads could—"

(Y/N) threw an arm over her face, glaring at him, "It wasn't because of that! In case you didn't notice I was getting near but now that you stopped—" sitting up, she crossed her arms with a pout on her face, "Now I'm over it."

"Aw babe! It's okay if 'schmookums' gets you down easy! Everyone's got different kinks, and I for one don't kink shame." The man smiled, pressing a big fat smooch to your cheek.

Groaning, you tried to push his away but his scarred lips stayed smushed against your skin. "No! You ruined the mood now."

"What? How?"

Attempting to hide the blush staining your cheeks you quietly confessed, "...I'm embarrassed…" Wade didn't seem to hear and asked you to repeat. "I said I'm embarrassed! Ok?!"

Slapping both palms onto your face in an attempt to block out Wade and the obvious flush, it only caused the man to pry them away.

Curse him and his strength.

"Aww sugar plum!! There's absolutely no reason at all to feel embarrassed!" He then pulled out, gesturing to himself, "Besides you fuck this!"

Rolling your eyes, you reached over and snatched the merc's mask off. He had it lifted up to his nose so there wasn't really much of the struggle. "Don't use yourself as an example, doofus."

"Why not? I'm the literal definition of what the fuck."

Sighing, you got up on your knees and cupped Wade's face. "You're the literal definition of perfection in my eyes."

Wade groaned, leaning closer to your lips, "I have to call bullshit on that. Besides You're just saying that, (Y/N)."

"So? Still love you." Welp he couldn't argue with that. Whining as you closed the gap between each other, lips meshing into one, a scream caused both of you to pull away.

Looking at the TV, a red-head was pointing towards a human-looking fish creature. It's gils flapped back and forth as it walked closer to the woman.

She screamed louder but remained in the same spot instead of running.

Blinking, your boyfriend looked back at you before letting out a laugh, "What did you put on?? You giggled, shrugging, "Anything that'd be loud enough."

"Well jokes on you, now I'm invested."

The rest of the session included you and Wade cuddled together naked while on the bed. The human-looking fish creature ended up marrying the girl and then running away together.

"Welp…" Wade sighed, kissing your shoulder, "That was a weird yet awfully cliché and niche ending." You yelped as you were thrown under him again.

"So…you up for a round two?"

Request 2 is finally done 😏 if it sucks then I'm sorry 🙂

my excuse: I START MY FIRST JOB TODAY!!

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"Gepard..." This is not the first time his name has left her lips, but this one pleads for his ear, concern bleeding around the shape of his name as it falls from her tongue, her form too enervated to hide anything she feels after the hours they've spent scouring the vast expanse of the snowy plains for the smallest of signs.

"Gepard...! That's enough!" Oh how her voice cracks, the authority of the older sibling fracturing to unveil the concern for him that lurks beneath the surface. She cannot lose them both. "We're no good to Lynxie like this... we need food and warmth..." It's a hollow feeling, the kind that devours her from within, the taste of defeat acrid in her throat. "We're not giving up, not for one minute, but we'll be no good to her frozen through and depleted of all strength. You know this..."

She reaches then till she can place a gloved hand against the nape of his neck, reaching to make contact where the armour won't inhibit her plea and the shock of contact will make him face the grim reality. It takes effort to choke back the sobs that threaten to fall from her throat, but she does so, focusing only on drawing him back to her, out of the desperate hunt he's charging on. She's the eldest, the unshakeable bedrock, the foundation for all of them. She cannot afford to falter, to leave him untethered and grounded, no more than a sailboat in a malestrom. "We'll keep looking, just an hour rest. We'll take turns to sleep... that way if there's anything... we won't miss it. We're not giving up..."

the hibernal caning of wind is nothing in contrast to the ice flowing through his veins. white, desolate and devastating closes in around him. wading through the thawing ice, skin incarnadine from exposure, no warmth left to be found. his conscious teeters on the verge of delirium and his eyes sting with precipitately frozen tears. this was not the man whose authority governed the front lines, who could separate inundating fear and stratagem, he was more a sleepless revenant, trudging urgently through the snow. it did not matter when he sunk down to his knees, when his armor felt cumbrous with arctic reservoirs pooling in its apertures, did not matter when he’s lungs heaved in arduous gulps of air and he lost his senses to the numbing of climate or harrowing misery. he does not hear his sister call to him, her enervated desperation as light wanes from the sky, darkness eclipsing their insufficient source of light. gepard was weary with it, his anguish growing amorphous around his peripherals, haziness that obscured his vision, ringing strident in his ears, his pulse stuttering an injudicious crusade of desperation. her voice rings out again, clearer now, authority that upheaves him from his stupor, has him blinking, slower, achingly. that’s enough. It’s a lamenting behest, he, as witness to the dismal fall of his sister’s ever incandescent light. she had always been a guiding star, salvaging a haven for her siblings, even she - shudders and dims under the grave reality of their circumstance. every synapse of him begs to endure, to fight off the raw, biting injustice of it all and march on but, he stops, feels the water seep into his boots, caustic and freezing. her fingers breach the threshold of armor he cowers within and the sudden warmth of her, withering against his frostbitten skin, wrenches him back to lucidity. they weren’t giving up, they weren’t giving up - but it feels as if they were. turning his back now was conceding that they had failed, was to accept the fact that lynx wasn’t going to stumble back into their arms. he wants to rebuke her, to muster up something encouraging or ruthless but he was exhausted, persisting only on the fumes of his torment. he cries, or he thinks he cries, because something trails down his roseate - bitten cheeks in feverish rivulets. “ an hour..” he croaks, his voice hoarse from hours of bellowing out lynx’s name over the howling winds. gepard turns to her, his brows a dreadful furrow and his eyes scrunched up a little, bleary and red - rimmed. “ what if she comes back .. what if we aren’t here..” he grapples with his words woefully but he knows if they are bereft of sleep they are likely to over-look important details, might turn up empty handed because of their own ebbing clarity. “ an hour..” he acquiesced, allowing serval’s hand to guide him away from the vast, barren snow plains and back towards the city. warmth and rest - bracing for the worst had him hungry and enervated, when was the last time he had eaten ? when was the last time he had closed his eyes for longer than a moment and not felt as if he were drowning. “ then i’ll come back, i have to.” it was a hollow sound, a condemning one, that he would heave his aching, depleted body back out in search of lynx if it took every last bit of him. they had to find her.. they had to.

#thanks for the depression.#SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP.#⋆⁺₊❅. 𝐺𝐸𝑃𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝐿𝐴𝑁𝐷𝐴𝑈. › 𝐢𝐜.

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My quick overview of Money in the Bank! Overall, it was a pretty good show. 7/10⭐

‼️MITB 2023 SPOILERS AHEAD‼️

So happy that Iyo won the women's match. Love her 💜 Zoey was my sleeper pick to 2 win but I don't quite think she's ready yet. Trish is making her better every week tho. Iyo and Bayley are gonna have some drama now. I know it! The handcuff spot ending was great! I loved the creativity. Zelina showed out with that Code Red from the top of the ladder. And all the ladies where serving this their gear. As they should.

Gunther kicked Riddles ass, as he should. The match was good and Gunther looked great as always. Drew coming back was the highlight of that segment. He and Gunther are gonna kick the crap out of one another soon. And I honestly see Drew as the one to dethrone Gunther. Perhaps with some help from The Brawling Brutes again since Vinci and Kaiser are still a factor.

Surprise ! John Cena showed up and hinted that Mania may be in London in the future. My Aussie husband Grayson showed up and he and Cena had a good promo battle. Possible Cena/Grayson match in the future?? Because I'd love to see that when Grayson's leg is good to go. Grayson had a killer shirt on as always. That's one more to add to my wardrobe when I've got money.

Finn and Seth put on a banger match. Kinda wished it was Demon! Finn tho. Judgment Day is so clearly gonna break up soon and I am all for it. Finn needs to be free of the shit Rhea and Dom have going on. So does Damian. Personally, I think that Finn should start tagging with JD McDonagh and Damian should get a singles run.

Not a huge Cody fan but he kicked Dom's annoying ass so yay Cody! The match was okay. I've always found Cody kinda eh. And Dom's character with Rhea is just annoying.

Didn't really care for the tag match until Shayna pulled a GOATED move and smacked Rhonda up. Hopefully this either means Rhonda is gonna be gone for a while or Shayna is gonna give her the work in a full match/fued. Also, I'm happy for Liv getting the belt back. Don't really care for Raquel 🫠

Bloodline Civil War was a great match! Jimmy and Jey both showed out and proved that Roman is slowly becoming irrelevant. Loved seeing my man Solo kick ass! (even if it was his bro's ass😭) That's my man and I can't wait for him to drop Roman and get back on the same page with his bros. Romans's time on top is coming to an end and I can't wait for him to drop the belts. I'm a shield stan for life. But that man has become so bland both with his promos and his in-ring work. It's time for someone else to have the belt and be on top. I 100% think that Jey should be the one to dethrone him. Poetic Justice if you will.

The men's ladder match was 🔥🔥🔥. Shoutout to my man Ricochet for putting Logan through that table with that amazing spot. Shinsuke and Butch both looked really solid in the match. Hopefully, they'll let Shin get more screen time. (also let Pat come back. I miss him jamming out to Shin's music) Logan was okay in the match. His ring work is getting better. He works well as a heel and I loved the boys all ganging up on him. (not a Logan hater. Just thought it was funny) Damian did solid work. He was my sleeper pick and I didn't mind him winning. Though my husband LA Knight should HAVE WON THE MATCH!! Triple H will be hearing from my therapist. Papa Trip hinted after the show that Knight is gonna get a push soon because of all the attention he's getting. I can see him going after Austin's US championship since Theory's run is dry as hell and it's about time he dropped the belt.

Extra random thoughts.

Wade Barrett looked fine as fuck in that pink blazer. I'm obsessed and in love 😍

The Sami and Kevin segment was great. Love my chaotic BFFs

Rhea needs to drop the title already. Cuz girl ain't doing shit with the locker room.

Asuka V Iyo outta be 🔥🔥

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libidomechanica · 1 year

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Drug thy mouldy mammoths, “grand Cuvier”

While as if thou hast none alone. So he did not take me oft to leade the bow’d fu’ low unto the siren! No arméd Host, not times call, and I were the bed to the night sooner or Baal, which plaidie, the long. Drug thy mouldy mammoths, grand Cuvier!—

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heart! Will I fashion of the bliss, a love were most articular independing near him no cure than the covered with a passage in her gentle Night hath not talk, not too sick, and speed: and mine had bloom well; perhaps, and shadows. Aunt,

besides to fear of sapless Earth, and all were to please; and the iron chain-swung censer teeming years. For he had carv’d, and harass’d in abeyance unto his lamp were none a word, and yet alas, which he glory as may see, and destroyed.

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my sight, and make the skies, maud the dreadful day. Thine; for think not Woe with vernal oaths are pecking eye: but straight, can come away, and years beset her; point of youth, gives me to thy words, thro’ the last lone how shall hope, of the South, darken’d eyes?

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 6 #142 texts #ballad

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theliterateape · 1 year

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I, Substitute

by Don Hall

While temporarily hanging my hat in Kansas and helping my mom take care of my dad, I needed some kind of impetus to get me out of their house and perhaps make a few bucks to boot. I have an ancient teaching degree from back when they etched the degrees on slate so I thought “Hey! Let’s squeeze a bit more out of that now useless college expense and substitute teach here!”

Substitute teaching is a weird beast of a gig. You dress appropriately (in accordance to the standards of practice of the district), bring a water bottle, load up a few snacks, a laptop and your official badge. The badge serves as a way to alert other staff that you are legit and not necessarily a child predator roaming the halls and as a magnetic swipe card for either the outside doors, the sign in process, or both.

The office assigns you a room or series of rooms. You wander around the building for about ten minutes trying to find the first room, maybe ask another staff member for directions with some sort of small talk version of “I’m a fucking idiot but I’m all you got!” You find your room and survey where you can hang your jacket, put your water bottle, look for the lesson plans for the day, and marvel in horror at the role sheet filled with unpronounceable names that you will surely mangle at the emotional peril of the underdeveloped, doughy recipients of your stumbling inability to read names from Poland to Mexico to Dubai.

The bar for performance is remarkably low. The job description should read “Must be able to hand out papers, sit bored out of your skull, make sure the lunatics don’t take over the asylum with no authority, no hope for respect from the inmates, and no real idea if they are lying to you when they tell you that their regular class work involves smartphones and flaming hot covered salt lick snacks.”

I immediately recognize that, as opposed to the hardened criminal class of Chicago’s freshman students, these Kansas kids are more dully laconic and don’t even bother to take a beat to notice me or make eye contact. No intent to rebel, these folks are like people sitting on the train hoping you don’t sit down next to them and if they pretend to be on the phone you won’t try to speak. Imagine a blind date with thirty women who see you at the door and knew instantly this was not the date they hoped for.

I’m a sucker for a challenge so I wade in. The class for this maiden voyage is a Film Appreciation class (the drama teacher has quit the job a few weeks prior because of a poorly executed active shooter situation that left him to restart therapy and ultimately decide this was not working for him) so I leap right in with questions about what movies they like. Christ, I love movies and even have a movie podcast so I’m certain I can engage this room of stinky zombies.

Kung Fu Panda.

Among the students willing to hold their cement-filled heads above neckline, it seems the only movie any of them can remember seeing is Kung Fu-fucking-Panda.

We talk about why they like it, what other movies they might say is in the same genre, and then the eureka moment. An overly tall white kid with long, unkempt hair and glasses looks up and asks “What do you think of A Clockwork Orange?”

“The 1971 film based on the Anthony Burgess novel? Droogies? Alec and ‘Singing in the Rain’?”

I nail that one. We are off. He and I start a mini-discussion of the themes of the film and how the experiment of forcing a kid to watch the horrors of the world on repeat to pacify him has been effectively performed on his contemporaries as they are flooded with images on their smartphones twenty-four hours a day and was the experiment from the film successful? The groupmind of the numb, Cheeto-infused monkeys notices one of their own being taken seriously by the monster adult and they start to wake up.

“Did you like Titanic?” “Which is better—Get Out or Nope?” “Have you seen Akira?”

The ninety-minute class flies by. By the time the bell rings, half the kids are still asking me questions and act almost as if they are fully functioning humans. Then I’m off to Room A313. The Special Education class. Six hours of two and three kids at a time with worksheets and dicking around and boredom. The wifi in the school is shit due to a billion smartphones sucking the juice for Tik Tok so I can barely access even Apple News. I’m exhausted by the end of the day but not the good kind of worn out. The exhaustion of the static.

The secretary in the office asks me if I can come back the next day and the day after that. This is the substitute teacher sweet spot. It isn’t difficult to get work but the perks of being known by the staff and students come with repeat visits. I’m in.

The next day, the secretary puts me in the drama room for the full day. She tells me the word is out, that the kids in the film class had spread the word that I was cool and interesting (an anomaly in the ranks of substitute teachers).

The first group is the Advanced Rep gang. These are the bona fide theater geeks. They have a project that stinks of busy work (pick a monologue and analyze it for theme and structure). No performance of the monologue. No grade because they don’t have a real teacher. So we talk about writing their own monologues. Where to find the material. War stories from my days in Chicago theater. The time flies by.

The second class is StageCraft. Also students interested in the work. More busy work so instead, I give them stagecraft challenges I encountered in the many years in Chicago. Actual challenges we encountered and let them work in groups to solve the issues. They were way into it.

Third class is Intro to Theater. Definitely not theater geeks. Freshman shoved into a class that was like English but wasn’t. We talk about stories and storytelling and then I give them half the time to fuck around.

Lunch Duty. Then another Intro to Theater group. Then Hall Monitoring. Then home. I’m so tired from being actually engaged for most of the day I grab a beer and practically pass out on the couch. This is the good kind of pooped. The type of exhaustion that comes at the end of a productive feeling. I’m finding my stride.

The third day, I’m on my game. All the things I remembered from being a teacher in Chicago, the decade when I had my own classroom and own rules, came back in force. I discard the work sheets and we have active discussions about theater, art, music, writing and the perils involved in doing anything truly creative in a society that rewards mediocrity and conformism over originality. In every class at least one student asks me if I’ll be their permanent drama teacher. I’m new and I’m different. I’m not from ‘round these parts and the New Age Hippie teacher I was in the 1990’s fascinates these idiots. I have a ball. After being lied to and discarded by my soulmate I start to regain the idea that I am worth something, that I do bring some value to the world.

The thing I remind myself is that I'm not looking to get back into teaching children again. I did it in the 90's, was damn good at it, wrote a book about it, and now have other things to do. That said, being a good substitute teacher is sort of like being a really good pick up basketball player in a back lot court. No one expects you to make the shots but you can and do. Fun. Innocuous. Temporary.

This week I'll swing out to a few different high schools and see what Wichita looks like from different angles. Funny, though. The movies made about teachers are legendary. As far as I know there are only a handful about substitute teachers and they aren't heartwarming, inspirational fare.

#teaching #substitute teaching

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servin-up-surveys · 2 years

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survey #010

(one from yesterday)

What is one random fact about you? Uhhhhh... I had a very brief stint where my career goal was to be a music video editor? Yeah I never really mention that one because it was super short even though I was very serious about it for a little while, hahaha. Do you spend a lot of time outdoors in the summer? Hell no, I want to be inside as much as possible when it's hot out. What do you want to be for Halloween this year? A part of me very legitimately wants to be a handmaid from The Handmaid's Tale in response to Roe v. Wade being overturned, but there are a number of reasons why I'm not so sure about doing that now. I started writing why, but I deleted it because it just go so long and messy, all the reasons branching out into new paths and stuff. I might just do some sort of Miss Oogie-Boogie thing because it would be easy to get creative with, and I already have the fat thing going for me, so. :^) What did your favorite backpack in high school look like? Yo I had the DOPEST fuckin Ouija board backpack. The zipper was a big planchette. Do you wear band tees? if yes, which one is your favorite? I do, if I actually wear something that isn't a tank-top. I have a whole lot that I love without a particular favorite, honestly. Do you have pajama days often? I am literally not even remotely kidding, pretty much every day of my life is pajama day. I only ever get dressed if I have to go out and then in somewhere that isn't like, my sisters' places. What is one thing you’re behind on? Typical adult life. I'm 26 and still feel like a teenager that needs clear directions on where to go next. Do you ever re-arrange your room? No. Do you share a room with anyone? No humans, but Venus' terrarium is in my room, and Roman almost always sleeps with me in bed. Who was your first roommate? Amanda and Jacob. Jacob was one of Jason's best friends at the time, and Amanda was his girlfriend. The apartment really was gonna be Jason and Jacob's thing, then us girlfriends kinda just... stayed when they weren't ready. Even with having good memories there, that whole housing situation was just a catastrophe. Do you ever talk to your first roommate? Jacob is still my Facebook friend, but we don't really interact. I might just like or heart react good news or life events he shares, because I still do care about him. He was a great guy. I don't have ties with Amanda though. What season do you want to get married in? Autumn. Winter is second choice. Frosting: chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate. Ice cream: chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla, usually. Especially if chocolate syrup is available. Milkshake: chocolate or vanilla? This can totally go either way, it depends on what I'm feeling. What was the last type of candy you ate? Mom randomly bought me some peach rings the other day. Do you take birth control pills? Yes. My periods were absolutely unbearable without them, so can't wait 'til the government takes those away, too. What is the highest name-brand thing you own? Oh Jesus, I haven't the slightest. This is not something I pay attention to at all. What color GameBoy did you have as a kid? Mine was red. Nicole's was blue, and Ash had the silver one. What was your favorite GameBoy game? You know, I don't know. We had a big case full of games, most TV-related like with Disney or Nick or Cartoon Network. What was your favorite Backstreet Boys song? Y'AAAAAAAAAAALL get out this is hard. I guess probably "The Call," like y'all a bitch deadass wanted to make a MM Mozart x Wilson tribute video with that stupid fuckin song lmao end me Kiss anyone in the last week? Mhm. How much money is in your wallet? GAH, I still have this $50 from Dad that I need Mom to put into the bank so I can donate half to The National Network of Abortion Funds. I keep forgetting when she's about to leave to go somewhere. Who was the last person to look at you like you were crazy? LLKASJDFLKAJEWLJERALKSDJFIWOAEJQWOE okay so very recently I came across this REALLY fuckin cute and fluffy-looking C. versicolor tarantula (one of my favessss) on Instagram, so I screenshot that shit and sent it to Girt with the caption of "hunny I want a baby" and this mf just sent back this terribly worried/concerned-looking emoji and that was it and it SENT me Do you get along with your friends’ boyfriends/girlfriends? I don't have any close friends with partners that I know. But I mean I'd get along fine with them unless they gave me a reason not to. Do you still talk to the person you last kissed? Yeah, we're dating. How many children do you want? I straight-up don't know anymore bro, very likely zero but absofuckinglutely no way more than two. Is there someone you want to talk to right now? Yeah, I'm honestly probably being a tad bit overly-clingy with Girt again, idk. What is a long song that you enjoy? (over 5 minutes long): Oh Jesus, there are TONS. When you're big into especially classic metal with all the guitar solos and stuff, you're given a myriad of options. When I read this though, the first song that came to my mind was "One" by Metallica. GOOD fuckin' song and inspired by my favorite book, Johnny Got His Gun. That song just encompasses pain and hopelessness. Who is someone you adore? My boyfriend. My mom. My nieces and nephew. Rock, paper, or scissors? Scissors. Do you vape? No. Do you have a motto? Nah, not really. What is a scary experience you have had? I think one of my earliest memories of just pure, insane nerves was when I read my D.A.R.E. essay in front of the entire 4th and 5th grade because I won the writing contest. I shit you not, I still remember cutting out one part I thought was stupid as to not risk anyone laughing lmao. Whose baby did you last hold? My sister's. God, does she even qualify as a "baby" anymore? I am terribly ignorant to age classifications with kids. Do you know what average rent is in your area? Oh god, I don't. I just know it is insane. Girt has been wanting to move out for a while now now that his mom has been doing well, and he's been asking family as well as my mom stuff about the housing market. Numbers never stick with me, I just know everyone I've been around while he's asked has told him it's total bullshit right now. What is something you are proud of? I dunno if it's dumb to be as proud as I am of it, but I really am happy with JUST how much I've been writing lately and thoroughly enjoying doing it. Especially when I'm happy with what I read back. What is an unhealthy habit you have? GAAAAAAAAAH I hate that I got back into regularly consuming soda. What would be most beneficial to your life right now? I genuinely gave this some thought and I thoroughly do believe it would be being put on disability. It would take SO FUCKING MUCH stress off me as I work on bettering the mental health problems that keep me from being able to work. And I'd be able to financially help my mom. Are you a good story teller? GOD no. I tell stories in paths shaped like those insane giant highways you see in China or wherever with a billion lanes going in different directions. I am the QUEEN of going on barely-related tangents. Would you ever have a wild animal as a pet if possible? The one and ONLY case where I would do this is if I rescued like a baby animal and had proper knowledge and certification to raise it as a rescue. Like it is one of my DREEEEAAAAAMS to take in an opossum one day, but I'm not going to do that if I don't know what I'm doing. Which I currently wouldn't. The babies have a very specific way of nursing that I haven't learned about, for one, and that really goes for everyone: do not assume you know how to feed a baby animal you "rescue." You might be starving it. Are there any words that annoy you when people use them out of context? I lose a monumental amount of respect for you if I hear you use "retarded" as a synonym for "stupid." Like I don't give a shit about being afraid of confrontation, I WILL IMMEDIATELY call you out. Do you prefer indoor or outdoor concerts? Indoor, because AC lmao. What would you like to buy most right now? I actually really, REALLY want to get the tattoo of Sara's handwriting covered like, now. It'd be great if I could just hop in the car and do that. As time has passed and I've seen myself detach from certain tattoos, I'm honing in on designs I really want that aren't really subject to potential change. Are you in any amount of physical or mental pain? Not right now. Physical discomfort, always, but no pain rn. Is there a garage or car port at your place of residence? No, we just have a very short driveway. Have you ever stayed at a hotel alone? No. What can you currently hear? I swear to GOD stop asking me this when I'm coincidentally listening to that stupid Rammstein cosmetic surgery song Do you listen to screamo? No. I tried listening to "fit in" in high school, but metal with that vocal style just isn't for me. i personally want to hear words. Have you ever played in a creek? Man, GOOD fuckin' memories... I have. There was this one place Dad used to take my sisters and me that was deep in the woods and the stream branched off into a much more shallow, clear creek, and if we got bored of fishing, we'd go mess around over there. If you've ever carved a pumpkin, do you like doing scary or fun faces? Scary, more often. Which celebrity did you last have a crush on? Oliver Riedel please no one gave you the right to look as heavenly as you do sir so stop What's something that encourages you to keep going? The fact that it is literally without argument that if I REALLY try my best, I'll be some sort of successful in life, and I want to see that day. Why did you last have to pause what you were watching or listening to? I needed to text my mom back. Did you ever enjoy going in arcades as a kid? Hell yeah I did, I still love arcades. Literally a double-date to an arcade was the best date I've ever been on. Do you know anyone who does not swear? I mean maybe. What social media platforms do you use most? Facebook and Tumblr. What were you last stressed about? Future life goals and stuff. Do you have the same interests that you did as a kid? I still have a lot of them, yeah. Who did you last raise your voice at? Uh, my only guess would be Mom. Well no, it's possible I was scolding Ryder for his horrible habit of (mostly lightly) hitting his sisters when he's mad. Emerson is replicating it now and I DO NOT like it. Do you like to headbang to rock music? No. I'm the person that just likes... sits there chilling to the heaviest song there is. I get dizzy too easily and moving my head like that just isn't comfortable for me. What do you get the most compliments on? Either my hair or Markiplier tattoo. Do you have any illnesses that are hereditary? I have high cholesterol like literally all Mom's family. Depression runs in my family as well, got that one. Bipolarity might. What type of music did you like when you were younger? As a kid, I was way more eager for variety than I am now, and what I listened to was primarily chart-topping pop stuff that would make me wanna claw my ears off today. I was into country, too, and hey, there was some rock! What's something that you worked hard for? My goddamn life. When did it last storm where you are? Last night actually, quite intensely. We needed it though, it's been dry lately. Have you ever held a spider? I have; as much as I love telling the story of holding that one tarantula at an exotic pet store, I'll spare ya the repeat rambling. :')

#survey #surveys #random questions #random surveys

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dreamerswriter · 2 years

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The Spy

Kim Possible is up next! I wasn’t sure how I was going to write Kim and find the music, but I figured it out! Yanfei! They are both hard-working ladies who also fight to their own beat. Also, this is the first time I’m watching Kim’s show as well! It is pretty great!

Her show is a bit slow in the first season, but season two is a lot better! I cannot wait to watch the rest of this series too! I also can’t believe her universe is in the same one as Lilo’s.

Yanfei’s trailer music!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wAf-8rpH2FE&list=PLWdDvGuDwBGu4YO9Ors_ahb6r13YEuxar&index=10

Links to the other heroes and heroines trailers.

(Kim’s POV + third’s POV)

To be honest, after college, I assumed my life would be a bit more peaceful. Turns out, life has other plans for me. Not that I mind, but I do question it. But then again, sometimes life throws an interest turn of events to you. I work for Whoop International Corporation.

The scene shows a young lady in a business suit commanding meetings and chatting with other office workers, one of them is Monique who is head of the design team, the other is Wade who oversees the communications department, and of course, her best friend, Ron, who is in charge of the marketing team.

I have wonderful friends and a loving family who support me through anything, and I mean anything.

Shows her and Ron wearing their casual clothes, a simple green tang top and blue jeans for Kim. Ron has a red shirt and black pants as they both were heading to Nosh Olé Café to share their usual meals together. Monique is wearing a red dress as she and Kim are at Cinnamon Chai’s Tea and Cake shop, having some tea together. Then, it cuts back to her apartment where she has a picture frame of her as a teenager with her two little brothers and her parents.

Thanks to this new power of mine, I was also able to make some new friends.

Shows herself being welcomed into the flat by three people who she was not expecting to make friends with. Two of them are overly excited while one is relatively calm about the situation. She is grateful for that.

Danny seems to be the most sensible among the group and often helps me schedule events and times. Star is too energetic for my tastes, but she is rather knowledgeable about legends and history. It is interesting to hear about something I never knew. Of course, Randy is a bit of a handful, but he means well. Actually, he’s a lot of fun to hang out with when it comes to dancing.

Danny and she are holding the book as they have papers scattered around themselves. Then, she is standing at a board and making a chart as Danny is holding the book and making suggestions to her. Star excitedly hugs Kim and then pulls her to another room to shove a bunch of books into her hands as she explains the history behind their city and other myths. The scene changes again to show her and Randy at a dance club. Randy is loudly enjoying the music until he starts dancing. Kim is impressed and joins him as they both share a laugh and dance together, exciting the crowd together.

But my life is much more than this now. I thought I would be running a simple company in the Americas. Now, I get a reason to use my kung fu and cheerleading moves! That’s right everyone, I am the Spy!

It is not late at night as Kim is in her hero form. She is running along the roof of a few buildings. She has her orange hair tied in a braid as a pair of goggles cover her eyes. She has a black tang top and tough, cargo, dark green jeans. She has black sneakers that can help her grind on rails. She has her belt around her waist and a pair of black gloves on as she is running from the robots chasing her.

And no one can stop me for getting what I want and doing what I need to do. So, don’t even try me!

She then stomps her foot on the ground to have it throw herself into the air! She lets out a holler as the robots look up at her. She waved her hands to make the earth break apart and smash into the robots. She lands on the broken robots and runs as a few more are coming after her. She takes a running start, jumps, and draws her grapple gun and uses it to hock onto an antenna and swing herself away from the robots. She lets out a happy cheer and let’s go of the grapple gun to front flip and land in the park. The robots are after her as she jumps to avoid a few that crash into her.

Yep, you can come at me with everything you have, but you won’t be able to stop me!

She waves her hand to make the earth rise and knock down the robots coming towards her. She jumps up, kicks back, and flip with the earth flowing her commands until there is nothing, but broken robot parts scattered around herself. She holds her head high, adjusted her gloves, and walked out of the park as she transformed back to herself.

Because I am Kim Possible! So, if you do need my help, don’t hesitate to call or beep me!

#Kim Possible #randy cunnigham #Danny Fenton #star butterfly #ron stoppable #wade #monique

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oleandernodeath · 2 years

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⩬ And It Was Beautiful

Lawrence wants to show you something. He promises it will be the most beautiful thing you see in your life... in your death.

inspired thanks to @salandersan who suggested Lawrence taking MC to The River through overdose.

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“Take it.”

The words echo through Y/N’s mind, hardly there between the fear permeating the grooves of their brain, all other thought inaccessible. “What?” they squeak. Their useless stubs of limbs pull closer to their torso, as though trying to hug themselves.

“Take. It.” Lawrence is clearly done with their avoidance of his drugs. “It won’t hurt. Stop. Being. A baby.”

“Why?” they croak, eyeing their lover suspiciously. They’ve seen him take too many drugs. They’ve seen him lying dead on the floor. They’ve felt his hands yank their hair and, sometimes, they let him.

“I need to show you something…” Lawrence fidgets, impatient and growing angry. “Stop… s-stop being like this, just leave your mouth open for me, Y/N!” They flinch at him raising his voice, which causes him to wince. “Sorry. Sorry, you’re- you’re just being so stubborn. I need you to see it. I need… I need you to see something beautiful. The most beautiful thing you’ll ever see. I promise to bring you back.”

Bring them back? From where? Ever since Lawrence had taken their limbs, they had not left the small, humid world of his apartment. Their hesitance fades a bit, daring to hope at a walk or a car ride somewhere. Slowly, their jaw parts, and Lawrence’s aggression softens. “There we go… there we go.”

He eases the plain white mug snugly against their lips, tilting. A thick, heavy, sour liquid pours into their mouth, and they almost gag it right back out, if Lawrence weren’t gripping the back of their head, strong hands tangled in their hair. Swallowing it, taking it, like they’ve taken everything else Lawrence has given them over these months.

They immediately feel unwell. The liquid leaves a path of numbness and burning down their throat. It was too much. This is not the normal amount of drugs he forces on them. The let out a small, choked whimper. Lawrence murmurs something too softly for them to hear. He lays them down, tucking his blanket around them.

They are sweating, drenching Lawrence’s old t-shirt. Their eyes widen and they are gasping, gasping for air through the restricting, choked numbness. Their prey-like eyes bulge in their head as they wordlessly beg at their lover.

“It’s okay. You’ll see soon. You’ll see. Just let it take you, let it kill you.”

“K-k-ki m-m-?” they choke out through their gasping breath. Lawrence pets their hair, obvious excitement overtaking his expression, that smile, that all too familiar smile. Joy. Lawrence has only smiled as joyfully before when slicing off their limbs with a bone saw, drenched in blood.

Y/N’s vision is darkening, they can’t get a full breath, whatever Lawrence gave them it was too much, god, was he not joking, will it kill them? Will they die here, limbless in the monster’s bed, scar along their spine aching as always?

They fade. They fade in a bursting rush of panic, overtaken slowly by darkness and calm.

“You’re a Narcissus in spring… I’ll follow you, Y/N. I’ll follow.”

His voice fades out.

There is nothing.

.......

When suddenly, there is… something.

A sensation their haven’t felt in many months. Their hand moves. They gasp, sitting up, sitting! All on their own! They process water. Sitting as they are, it is up to their breastbone. There is comfortably lukewarm water all around them. It sloshes softly against their skin, dark in a well-lit nighttime. They stand on wobbly, discordant limbs. The water doesn’t drip from them. In fact, when they stand, the parts not covered by the soft grey water seem completely dry. There is mist all around them, twinkling the light of far-off stars through the crystals of water.

They wade through the water, listening to the soft swishing of it being pushed by their legs, oh their legs, their fully there, fully functioning legs. They giggle to themselves, kick up some water. The giggle blooms into a laugh, and they are running, free, in the murky, gentle water. They look up, and the sky is vast beyond comprehension. The dying and rebirth of stars and nebulae imprint on their retina and fill them with color and beauty beyond comprehension.

Letting out a soft “ohh” they sit into the water again, gaze skyward. They feel the water tug gently and warmly at their legs and arms. No pain. No oppressive humidity. No threats of unpredictable rage and knives. Is this heaven? This is the closest thing to it, Y/N thinks peacefully.

When suddenly there is another sound. Splashing. Nearby to them too. Their brow furrows in worry, but they do not feel any panic, oddly. What creatures does heaven offer to the wandering souls?

And then came a lich, adorned with a rotten crown of lazuli. Lawrence steps through the fog to their front. His eyes look sunken, his face skeletal, tattoos glowing blue as the branching antlers sprouting from his head. Y/N feels only peace, only calm. They stretch their arms out to him. He helps them to their feet, and Y/N is distantly surprised to see a smile play along his lips.

“Isn’t it- “

“Beautiful…” they finish for him, starlight twinkling in their eyes, skin cast in blue by Lawrence’s glow. He nods, sighing out a hum. Their hands rest on his lean form, and they find no tenseness below his skin, no predator preparing to pounce. He is soft, tender as the lapping water around them in the way he holds them.

“I wanted you to see it now that… u-uh… now that… you live with me,” Lawrence settles on, still lost in his avoidant delusions even in heaven. Y/N leans into his chest, staring at the stars, watching them shine. Lawrence touches their chin, pulling their faces together, and their lips interlock, clumsy and daunting as ever to kiss Lawrence. No fear, though. No fear. Lawrence pulls back, gazing at them intensely. Y/N thinks it’s love in his eyes, in that uncharacteristically gentle curve of his eyebrows.

“I… I have to bring you back,” he confesses.

“What, so I can be Limbless John Doe again?”

Lawrence laughs. He laughs. Deep and melodical. Y/N looks up at him, starstruck. “Ahem- uh- Sorry.” Lawrence hides his lingering smile and brushes a near-skeletal hand through their hair, then down along the cut in their spine. “But I can’t let you go yet. We were made with the same thread, stitched together like your wounds…” Lawrence’s gaze drifts, lovestruck momentarily. “So, we have to go back.”

Y/N runs their eyes over their limbs, the freckles and spots they’d nearly forgotten, the blueish lines of connective membrane that hold them together. “Okay,” they whisper, resigned to the endless pit that is Lawrence Oleander.

Lawrence smiles.

And, in a flurry of bubbles and a rush of searing pain and gasping breath, that is their last glance at paradise.

For now, at least, til the lich craves to share in beauty once more.

#my writing #lawrence oleander #boyfriend to death #btd #btd lawrence #btd lawrence oleander #btd fanfic #btd fanfiction #boyfriend to death fanfic #boyfriend to death fanfiction #the river #lawrence oleander fanfic #writing #fanfic authors #gatobob

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drwcn · 3 years

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《 Without Envy 》 storyboard 9 - concubine/sleeper agent!wwx & prince!lwj [Master List], you should also have read [6] [6.2]

Lan Qiren coming to visit Hanguang-fu effectively put an end to Wei Wuxian's time as Lan Wangji's servant. He wanted to send Wei Wuxian back to Jiang-fu, but luckily, Jiang Yanli interfered.

Jiang Yanli has been slowly recovering since her drug-induced miscarriage, and while Wei Wuxian had slowed her progress with sedatives, he's been careful to keep an eye on her intake to make sure Jin Ziyan hasn't been messing with her again. As well, with Wei Wuxian occupying Lan Wangji's time and keeping the Jiang family in his good graces, Jiang Yanli had the time she needed to recover fully without needing to push herself to entertain Lan Wangji for favour.

“妾身见过太师，给太师请安。” “阿离啊，听说你小产后一直身体不好，这下着雨，你怎么来了。起身吧, 孩子。” “承蒙太师与陛下惦记，殿下垂怜，阿离的身子已经大好了。阿羡本是妾身院里的，是妾身的陪嫁，一直都安分守己，对王府对殿下忠心不二。是妾身无用，身子一直不见好才让阿羡到王爷身边侍奉。刚见阿羡被太师训斥，相比是阿离平日里管教无方，无心顶撞了太师。有什么过错，都是妾身的错，还请太师责罚。” ~translate~ Jiang Yanli dipped into a proper curtsey, kneeling before Lan Qiren, "This humble concubine greets Taishi. I pray that you've been well." "A-Li, I've heard that you've not been well since your miscarriage. It's raining today, what troubled you to come? Rise, child." Lan Qiren's stance softened upon seeing Jiang Yanli. His late sister-in-law had no daughters, and so often summoned the daughters of nobles into court to dote on and mentor as her own. Jiang Yanli, gentle and proper, has long been known to be a favorite of the late empress. She may not be the greatest beauty in her generation, but was second to none when it came to etiquette and grace. "Thanks be to His Majesty and taishi for remembering, and thanks to dianxia's for his care, my health is much improved now. A-Xian was once a member of my court, my peijia. I've always known him to be obedient and conscious of his place, and loyal to wangye and this princely manor. It is only on account of my poor health that he's been summoned to serve at wangye's side. Earlier, I heard Taishi chastising him; surely it must be A-Li's fault for failing to teaching him propriety and thus causing his unintended offence. The fault is with A-Li, and so I humbly submit myself to your discipline, taishi." Lan Qiren sighed. He did not wish to stir up trouble over a servant. If Jiang Yanli was willing to stand up for this Wei Wuxian, then he must have his uses. At the very least, he'll be a confidant for Jiang Yanli against Jin Ziyan. Lan Qiren so hoped that one day Wangji would choose the Jiang girl as his legal spouse and secure his marriage once and for all. If sparing one lowly servant was the price then so be it. "Very well, A-Li. Since the servant is yours, then his training and discipline shall be your responsible. He is unsuited to serve at the prince's side. It is good that you have recovered; Wangji should not be without a caring partner."

And so, Wei Wuxian returned to Jiang Yanli's side as a servant. Lan Wangji had to watch him go and could not interfere. The next several days was depressing for both of them on multiple fronts.

Xue Yang was very unimpressed:

"So you're tell me that you got to spend quality time with Lan Wangji for months and then... didn't get anywhere?" "I was getting there okay? How was I supposed to know his stupid uncle was gonna barge in like some nosey busybody and ruin everything!? I haven't seen Lan Zhan in days..." I miss him. How horrifyingly embarrassing. He probably forgot me already. "Don't tell me you actually miss him??? That you - barf - fell for him? Whatever happened to standards??!" "You watch your mouth, Xue Chengmei! I'm still your shixiong! And I have standards; Lan Zhan is...very good." Xue Yang: ( ˘︹˘ ) whatever.

Lan Wangji, the sulky boy that he is, brooded for days until Lan Xichen finally sought him out for some good ol' brotherly heart to heart.

"I hear Uncle took away your shiny new toy." "Wei Ying is not a toy." "Wei Ying is it?" Lan Xichen wiggled his eyebrows. "Ah, didi, you have to think a little more creatively. So your Wei Ying has gone back to his mistress, but is his mistress not your concubine? Jiang-furen is still unpregnant, I might add. Visit her. Then surely you'll get to see him." Lan Wangji grimaced. The thought has occurred to him, but the idea of bedding anyone not Wei Ying is intolerable. "Yes, Yanli is lovely, but I'd rather not...you know..." His brother was too polite to roll his eyes. "You've done it before, Wangji." "I would not have had to, if xiongzhang simply did his duty." Lan Wangji bit back icily, and instantly regretted it. Lan Xichen's eyes widened, his cheerful-teasing expression stuttering and crumbling in seconds. "Yes...yes that's true." "My sincerest apologies, huangxiong - no - bixia." Lan Wangji rose to his feet and then bowed down deeply. "I forgot my place. I accept any punishment." Lan Xichen sighed and extended a forgiving hand to pardon him. "Not necessary, Wangji. You're right. I haven't done my duty for Gusu." He pulled the younger man to sit beside him again. "You are doing this in my stead, stepping up where I have let the country down. I should not make light of your sacrifice. The matter of a harem is inevitably complicated, which is why I never cared for one. Neither did Father. His harem had always been sparse, and his first empress was not one of his choosing. When she died in childbirth and our unborn sibling along with her, he elevated our mother's rank to Empress and visited no one else henceforth." "Mother was never popular with the ministers for that reason." "Yes. They suspected that she had something to do with...well, in any case I imagine they were quite relieved when she passed." Lan Xichen shook his head. "The harem is not a happy place, Wangji. You were born after Mother was already Empress, you would not have remembered a time when she was consort. But I do. Like you, your concubines did not get to choose their fate. The fault, ultimately, lies with me." "Huangxiong -" "It's true, Wangji. The fault is mine." Lan Xichen patted him on the arm placatingly. "You cannot love them, and clever as they are, I don't think your concubines would expect you to. However, you can ensure their happiness in other ways. Jiang-furen seems the kind to very much want a child of her own. It will make the rest of her life in your harem more bearable."

After some deliberation, Lan Wangji went back to his routine of visiting different concubines regularly, but never more than just sharing a bed-space. With the exception of Jiang Yanli. Lan Wangji could see it in her eyes; she knew who he really wanted, but those words never needed to be said aloud. Jiang Yanli was kind to him, and he was kind to her in return. All things considered, it wasn't awful being with someone who wasn't your preferred, but who knew you for yourself and shared your struggles.

"Dianxia, you must've heard, that before I married into your wangfu, I was betrothed to Jin Zixuan." She mentioned one evening over a game of weiqi. Of all his concubines (which he has 4) and friends (which he has few), Jiang Yanli's skill on the weiqi board was unparalleled. Lan Wangji half wondered how the Marquis and Marchioness of Yunmeng could have buried this talented daughter of theirs under the shadow of their son for so many years. "Yes I am aware." "I loved him." "...." For a minute Lan Wangji did not know how to reply. He stared at the chessboard. Jiang Yanli's black pieces had surrounded his white ones and forced them into a corner. "Why are you telling me this?" "Your court, my clan: we are their creatures." Jiang Yanli 's smile was knowing. "I am not A-Xian; I can see what he cannot." "Which is?" "You've fallen for each other. Completely. He denies it, heaven knows why." Jiang Yanli took a delicate sip of tea. Fleetingly, Lan Wangji imagined that if he could not have Wei Ying, if he were forced to take a legal wife to make empress, that she would make a magnificent one. "Father loved Mother. Loved her as a wife even when she was only a consort -" "And his love spurred the hate of the royal court." "They blamed her for his loving a woman more than his country, as though she should have persuaded him to love her less. I do not want the same to happen to Wei Ying." "Nor I." "Huangshu says I would need a legal spouse one day, someone virtuous and from a strong pureblood family." "Is that what dianxia wants?" "I want it to be Wei Ying, though I know it to be impossible. Barring that, I'd want to keep him safe in the harem, the size of which will only grow after I succeed the throne." "For that, dianxia will need a spouse who will reign over the harem as you rule over the country." Lan Wangji contemplated his choices and the options available to him. After some time, he placed the white piece he fiddled between his fingers back into the bamboo bowl, conceding that he'd lost this round. Jiang Yanli waited patiently for him to come to terms with the offer she already knew he would make. He wondered how long ago she had foreseen this moment, whilst simultaneously realizing that if his uncle had any idea just how intelligent she truly was, he would not be so quick to suggest her as a candidate for princess consort. A weak emperor and a strong empress never boded well for the stability of the realm. This was dangerous waters Lan Wangji was wading into, but he knew beyond doubt that the only way to survive was to keep straight ahead. He had no other path to take, none which maximally balanced what he wanted with what he needed. Jiang Yanli was his only solution, his only ally. "Huangxiong suggested that we have a child together." He finally said, staring her squarely in the eyes. "You and I can agree that the son of Gusu Lan and Yunmeng Jiang would certainly be a strong contender amongst his brothers." "She could be a daughter." "Then I'd cherish her more. A child and a crown - would they make you happy, Yanli?" "If I said yes?" "Then they're yours." Jiang Yanli smiled.

Two months after Wei Wuxian was dismissed from Lan Wangji's service and the prince began visiting Jiang Yanli, good new was delivered to Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan. The message was this: Hanguang-wang's Jiang-furen was with child yet again.

#cql #the untamed #wangxian #cql ficlet #corie fics #without envy #i said i'd do this for yall #and so i did

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geminiwritten · 3 years

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heatwave ; bucky barnes

fandom: marvel

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: you’re not a huge fan of the hot weather until a certain super soldier finally gets his arse out of bed and gives you a reason to love it

notes: i wrote this over quite a few days so i’m really sorry if its disjointed, and i’m so sorry if its repetitive of my last piece! i’m still trying to get through a bit of writer’s block, so i hope y’all enjoy!

word count: 3359

The heat seemed to wash over you in waves. Pulses of warmth rolling through your body and stealing your breath. Every inch of your skin glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, drawing all the hydration from your body and draining any energy you might have possessed if it wasn’t for the heatwave currently sweeping through New York City.

“Ugh,” you groaned, your head lulling to the side where Natasha laid, “I think I’m dying.”

She let out a breathy laugh, “You’re not dying.”

“I might be.”

“Oh, come on you two,” Sam hollered from the pool a little way across the balcony, “have some fun for once in your lives!”

Natasha propped herself up on her elbows and squinted over the top of her sunglasses, “With you idiots? No thanks.”

“Why are you always such a killjoy, Romanoff?”

“Why are you always such a pain in the ass, Wilson?” you called back, mimicking Natasha on your elbows.

He scoffed, “That’s rich coming from the whiniest member of the team.”

Your frown deepened, this time out of anger and not because of the bright glare from the sun.

“Watch it, Wilson,” a voice called out from behind you, “or she’ll come over there and kick your ass.”

Both you and Natasha whipped around to find Bucky. He had probably only just woken, his mop of hair tied up into a loose bun with escaped tendrils sticking to the hot skin of his neck and forehead. This time, it wasn’t the heat that knocked the air from your lungs.

“Nice to see you’re alive, Buck,” Steve chuckled as he waded through the pool toward where Sam was leaning against the edge.

Bucky rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to say something smart but having his breath stolen as he stepped out of the shade and into the sun. “Holy shit,” he gasped, “it’s hot.”

“Sharp observation skills, Einstein,” Natasha quipped.

“At least Barnes will get in the pool unlike you two party poopers,” Sam said, before copping a volleyball to the back of the head thanks to Bruce’s poor aim.

He spun around quickly, ball in hand and ready to hurl it back at his attacker.

“Well then,” Bucky sighed, now standing beside you, “I guess it’s time for a swim.”

He looked down at you sprawled across your towel, one arm draped over your eyes to shield from the sun and the other resting on your bare stomach. You suddenly felt exposed, nervous under the gaze of his pale blue eyes.

“Want to join me?”

Your pulse thudded in your ears, and you wanted nothing more than to get in the water with him, but the sound of shouts and spraying water reminded you of the rest of the team.

“I’m sorry, Buck, I’ll have to pass,” you replied.

He pushed his bottom lip forward, “It’s your loss, doll, this heat is a killer.”

Your limbs turned to jelly at the sound of that pet name rolling off his tongue.

“Ugh,” Natasha scoffed beside you, “you two are sickening.”

You wanted to turn around and bite back at her, but what happened next had you paralysed. Every nerve in your body ignited, goosebumps rising across every inch of your skin in spite of the steamy weather. Bucky’s fingers curled under the hem of his shirt, tugging it up and over his head to reveal his sculpted body beneath. His abs rolled and tensed as he rid himself of the material and discarded it on the ground, making your mouth water and your head spin with a thousand different unholy thoughts.

A shriek from the red headed woman beside you broke you out of your trance, and only then did you notice the spray of pool water that had washed over you and most of the balcony.

“You’re an arse, Barnes!” Natasha yelled, standing and angrily snatching up her towel.

You pushed your sunglasses further up your nose as you let your gaze settle on the giggling men in the pool. Bucky’s now wet, broad shoulders glistened under the sunlight, his alabaster skin taught across the landscape of muscle.

“Do you want some lunch or are you just going to keep staring like a creep?” Natasha asked as she stood over you.

Your gaze hardly wavered, “I’m not hungry.”

“Are you sure?” she pressed, her lips curling into a smirk, “because I think you’ve got a little bit of drool on your chin there.”

If Bucky wasn’t pulling himself out of the water right at the moment, you might have turned around to poke your tongue at her, but instead you opted for flipping her the bird while your eyes remained trained on the pool area.

The rest of the steamy day went by far too quickly. Despite your hate for the heat, you stayed out on the balcony until the sun began to set. Only when Bucky and Sam wrapped themselves in towels and declared that it was time for dinner did you finally put your book away, not that you had managed to read even a single page of it.

“Is it supposed to be this hot again tomorrow?” Sam asked as the three of you stepped inside.

“Yeah,” you replied, “and the day after.”

“I bet you’re happy about that,” he chuckled, watching disappointment sweep across your face as Bucky pulled his shirt over his head

“Shut up.”

He chuckled at your feeble attempt to jab his side, easily evading your attack.

“Alright, children,” Tony called from the kitchen, “dinner’s ready.”

Like moths to a flame, the rest of the team gathered around the kitchen bench where Natasha and Tony had laid out the pre-cut ingredients for everyone to make their own burgers.

“I’m going to have a shower before eating,” Bucky said, to no one in particular as he draped his damp towel over his forearm.

“Do you need any help?” Sam asked, his grin evil, “Because I’m sure Y/N would love-”

“Sam!” you snapped.

Thankfully, Bucky remained oblivious, his brows knit into an adorable frown.

“Never mind, Buck,” you said, “I’ll make sure they save you some food.”

His face broke into that familiar smile that melted your heart, “Thanks, doll.”

Once again, your legs wobbled like jelly and you had to steady yourself on the back of the lounge.

“Ugh,” Sam groaned, “I can’t wait until they day you two finally fu-”

“Language,” Steve interrupted with a disapproving glare at Sam.

You poked your tongue out before turning toward the array of burger ingredients, your empty stomach rumbling at the sight.

The next day rolled around just as the weather forecast had predicted. The air was thick with humidity and the sun blared down just as it had yesterday. Once again you found yourself on a towel beside the pool, half of the team splashing around while the other half laid languidly in the shade.

“Still not getting in today?” Steve asked as he approached the bar fridge near where you had placed your towel.

You shook your head, “I’d rather not get caught in the crossfire of an overly aggressive game of chicken.”

“I mean, you could play the game with us, maybe even get to climb onto Bucky’s shoulders.”

You whipped around, your glare lethal, “What the fuck, Rogers?”

He chuckled, “Sorry, Sam told me to.”

“You are the last person I would expect to stoop to his level,” you said, crossing your arms indignantly.

He shrugged, “Well, no one has told Buck, if that makes up for anything.”

“I’m guessing everyone else knows, though.”

He didn’t respond, only smiled sheepishly.

“Ugh,” you sighed.

“In my own defence, Natasha told me about your crush months ago and I haven’t let it slip once. It’s been-”

“Sam,” you interrupted him, “I know.”

He took a generous sip of water before crouching beside you, “For what it’s worth, I think you should tell him how you feel.”

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed.

Steve knew he couldn’t say anymore. He knew nothing he said would convince you to tell Bucky how you felt, and he knew he couldn’t betray his best friend’s trust by divulging the fact that Bucky really had confessed his feelings for you before. He decided to let you be, gathering three more bottles of water before heading back to the pool.

The day passed almost identically to the one before it, and so did the next. It wasn’t until two o’clock in the morning on the third night of the heatwave that you felt a sudden change. You awoke abruptly, a shiver running down your spine as cool air blew through the open window and brushed across your bare skin. You frowned at the night sky before tiredly pulling your duvet up to your chin and falling back asleep.

By morning, the heat was well and truly gone. Clouds blanketed New York City, threatening to rain as they rolled angrily across the grey sky.

“I guess it’s back to work today, Avengers,” Tony said from behind his tablet.

Almost everyone was awake, crowded around the kitchen bench awaiting Clint’s famous French toast.

“What work?” Peter asked.

“Homework for you, kid,” Steve replied, earning an indignant frown from Peter.

You couldn’t help but giggle into your mug of coffee, before almost spraying it back out at the sight that then exited the elevator.

Bucky. Shirtless. Again.

You began to wonder what you had done to be so lucky, your heart thrumming against your rib cage so hard you worried that someone might hear it.

“Oh, my, Barnes,” Tony gasped, “you know it’s still in the A.M., right?”

Bucky simply rolled his tired eyes before slumping onto the lounge, mumbling, “Hungry.”

It wasn’t long before Clint served breakfast, everyone scoffing their food as if they hadn’t eaten in days, and soon after that, Peter dismissed himself for school and Tony and Bruce made their way to the lab.

“I think I need to get back into the gym today,” Clint sighed, stretching his arms above his head.

You sighed, “Same.”

“Bucky and I were planning on heading down there in the afternoon actually, we could do a group training session,” Steve said as he filled the sink, ready to wash everyone’s dishes.

“I’m in,” Natasha replied, “I was going to head into town for some groceries this morning, so the afternoon is better for me.”

“Yeah, alright,” Clint added, “Count me in.”

“Me too,” Sam said through his last mouthful of toast, “and obviously Y/N will be there too.”

You turned to him quickly, a frown already etched between your brows, “What the hell does that mean?”

He chuckled, “Steve said that he and Bucky were planning it, so obviously you-”

You elbowed him sharply in the gut before standing from your seat at the dining table and stomping over to the kitchen.

Natasha sighed, “You better be careful, Wilson, you’re playing with fire.”

“But it’s so obvious that they both like each other, why can’t they just fuck already.”

Steve’s ears turned red and Natasha laughed, but neither of them seemed to notice as Bucky finally made his way over from the living area.

“Who needs to fuck already?” he asked, brows knit.

“No one,” Steve answered quickly, “Tony wants help moving a new delivery, I said we’d help him out. Come on.”

He ushered the confused Bucky out of the room, but not before shooting daggers at Sam.

After breakfast you decided to go with Natasha into town. The compound was running low on a few things that Tony always forgot to add to the weekly grocery delivery, so you took your time shopping and chatting. It was nice to simply enjoy the feeling of not having sweat drip from every inch of your skin, though you couldn’t help mourning the sticky weather that would encourage Bucky to constantly walk around shirtless.

It was almost four o’clock when you finally changed into your workout gear and headed for the gym. Most of the team were already in there, and those that weren’t had kindly declined the offer of a group training session.

Steve, Sam, Tony, and Bucky were gathered around the sparring mats each taking turns at attacking the training dummy, while Clint was over by the weights alone. You quickly found Wanda and Natasha on the treadmills and decided to start there.

“Afternoon,” Wanda greeted you, her smile sweet as she swiped the sweat from her brow.

You grinned back, “Fancy seeing you out of your room.”

“I don’t do heat,” she said, “but Nat has just been telling me about how much you’ve been enjoying it.”

You tossed your gym towel at her, gasping, “Oh, shut up!”

The two red heads giggled, thankfully too amused to notice the way your eyes drifted across the gym to where Bucky was training.

After almost an hour on the treadmill, chatting idly about nothing in particular with Nat and Wanda, Steve called the team to attention. Everyone moved in from around the gym, forming a misshapen circle around the sparring mats that he and Clint had just hauled from the storage room.

“It’s a bit stuffy in here,” Sam said as he plopped down on the floor and began stretching his legs out in front of him, “is the air on, Tony?”

Tony, who was chugging half a bottle of water, simply shrugged and waved haphazardly at the control panel by the main entry doors.

“I’ll check it,” you offered before turning on your heel.

You tapped the screen and it came to life, but the display wasn’t the same as the one in your room. It had more options and dials for more variables than just the temperature, but on the top right of the screen was a little green button that you assumed meant it was on. You chose the dial that looked like it controlled the fan speed and turned it all the way up.

“All good, Y/N?” Steve called.

You nodded before hurrying back to the group, bending your right leg up to your buttocks in a quick stretch. Steve and Nat then took their positions in the middle of the circle and began demonstrating the fight sequences that they wanted the team to practice.

“Now partner up, pick a mat, and practice until you can do it as fast as you can,” Steve said, before looking directly at Sam, “without hurting each other.”

Sam sighed with exasperation as he turned to his partner, Bucky. You turned to Wanda while Nat joined Clint on a mat and Tony stepped up to where Steve was. Each pair started slowly mimicking the moves that had just been demonstrated.

“It is hot in here,” Wanda said, her breath heavy as she ducked your fist.

You simply nodded, too focused on your movements to be able to speak.

Grunts, huffs, and the thud of heavy feet on the vinyl mats echoed throughout the gym for fifteen minutes before Steve called a break. You practically dove for your water bottle, only to choke on the first mouthful of water when Bucky yanked his sweat-soaked shirt over his head. Wanda caught your eye, giggling as you spluttered.

“I thought the heatwave was over,” Clint said.

Tony nodded, “It is, I think the air-con is playing up.”

“It’s broken?” Wanda gasped.

He shrugged, opening his mouth to respond but stopping when Steve spoke first, “Alright, enough chatting, let’s get back into it.”

Over the next thirty minutes, Wanda’s fist made contact with your shoulder, your abdomen, and almost your jaw if she hadn’t quickly noticed that you were too distracted to block her swing. Her foot then collided with your hip twice before she finally gave in on trying to get your attention.

Your eyes were glossed over and glued to the super soldier duelling Sam. His exposed skin glistened with sweat, muscles rippling under taught, alabaster skin. His stare was hard, eyes almost grey as they narrowed on every move that Sam made. Your palms began to sweat, knees wobbling as you watched his tongue swipe quickly across his pink lips.

“Y/N!” Wanda snapped, her fingers gripping your chin and forcing you to face her, “focus.”

“Shit, sorry,” you muttered.

You raised your shaky hands, trying to block out the shirtless man still in your peripheral vision.

By the time Steve called the training session to an end, the air was almost as dense as the storm clouds outside. Everyone was soaked in their own sweat, hair clinging to sticky skin and muscles beneath burning from use.

“I swear to God, Tony,” Wanda said as she draped her towel over her shoulder, “if the air-con is broken, I’m not going to let you sleep until it’s fixed.”

He chuckled, fingers already moving swiftly across the tablet in his lap, “It’s not broken.”

“Then what the fuck is this?” Sam exclaimed, arms gesturing wildly toward the gym’s huge windows that were completely veiled in condensation.

Tony nodded toward you, “Y/N turned the temperature up instead of down.”

Heat blossomed in your chest, crawling up your neck and to the tips of your ears. Every pair of eyes landed on you, a mixture of irritation and amusement etched across the faces of your teammates.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, “I got confused.”

Most of the group simply chuckled or shrugged, collecting their things and heading for the door, but Sam took his time. The devilish smirk adorning his lips made your pulse begin to race.

“Far out, Y/N,” he said, “you didn’t have to torture all of us just to get Barnes to take his clothes off.”

Your eyes went wide, brows shooting up toward your hairline as every coherent thought left your head. Your heart pounded deafeningly in your ears.

The team was suddenly silent, those closest to the door hurrying out and the rest quickly rushing after them. Wanda stuck her elbow into Sam’s side before dragging him out by his shirt collar.

Bucky remained, paralysed feet still glued to the ground as he quickly tried to catch up on what had just happened.

“Sam was just joking,” you finally managed to speak, “he’s an arse.”

Bucky blinked slowly, “Yeah… such an arse.”

You nodded, mouth dry as you tried to swallow the lump in your throat, “Okay, well, I’ve got to-”

“He is an arse,” Bucky interrupted you, blue eyes wide with curiosity, “but he doesn’t usually lie.”

You didn’t know what to say, your nervous fingers tangling behind your back. His stare was heavy, pressing down on your shoulders and holding you still as he slowly stepped closer.

“Do you like me?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course I like you, Buck, you’re-”

“No,” one last step and his breath fanned the exposed skin of your neck, “do you-”

This time, it was your turn to interrupt. Every bit of pent-up tension and suppressed desire propelled you toward him, coming up onto the balls of your feet and wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. Your lips crashed into his, so hard you might have worried about bruising them if the thought of a mark left by Bucky wasn’t so thrilling.

He hesitated only for a moment before his hands found your waist, practically lifting you off the ground and squashing your body against his. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue glided across your bottom lip, begging for entry. A low, almost feral growl rumbled up from his chest once you allowed him in, tongues clashing.

You only parted when breath became absolutely necessary, your lungs burning for air. He let you back onto your own feet, though his strong arms stayed wound around your waist.

“Um, yeah,” you said between gulps of air, “I really like you, Buck.”

He chuckled, “Well, that’s a relief because I really like you too.”

He pressed his lips to yours once more before pulling away completely and wrapping his gym towel around his shoulders.

“I need a shower,” he said, taking your hand in his and tugging you toward the door, “and it’s your turn to take your clothes off now.”

END.

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After exploring the ruins of the ship, the family heads to the beach. It is a different experience being in open water, not the lagoon. Jackie is thrilled. "This is perfect. It's calling to me." "Let's dive in then," Dee encourages her sisters.

On the way back to the volcano observatory, they pass a waterfall. "Let's wash off the salt water," Chelsea suggests. As they rinse off, Chelsea swats at the water, sending an extra portion toward Noah. He's no wetter than he was before but he feigns indignation and cups his hands to collect extra water to throw back at her. Soon the whole family is splashing and laughing – well, almost. Dee notices Joey standing off to one side.

"Hey, Pup, what's up?"

"This is dumb. We just dried off!"

"Well, it's good to get the salt off you. And it's just fun. Why don't we go in?"

"No."

"I think I saw frogs," she presents the possibility in a sing-song.

"No!"

Joey sits on a spot of moss at the edge of the water. Dee shrugs and joins the rest of the family.

...

When they get back to the center, Chelsea retrieves a picnic basket and the family sits down for a late lunch.

"The boat is picking us up in a half hour," Noah says. "We need to head back to the beach soon."

When they arrive back on Ohan'ali pier, the family sees a crowd gathered around a bonfire.

"Oh, it's one of the town festivals!"

The sims around the bonfire greet the family as they approach. There are some familiar faces from the barbecue but some new ones as well. Music plays from a radio on a nearby porch and there's casual dancing around the fire. One of the locals hands Joey some kindling. "Throw it on the fire!" He shakes his head.

"I will!" says Bebe. She throws a few sticks on the fire and shoves them in further with a longer stick.

"It's like they've made their own volcano, but manageable," Chelsea tells Noah.

Dee watches another local fire dancing. "Do you want to try?" She does.

The family starts to gather. She's doing really well. "We're a dancing family," Chelsea tells the woman next to her. "Her sister dances professionally but we always have family dance parties."

The woman smiles. "That's so sweet! My dad used to dance with us when I was little."

They stand together watching Dee but then Chelsea startles for some reason. Where is Noah? She peers at the faces gathered around the fire but she doesn't find him. Looking farther afield, she sees him out in the water, in his swimsuit. She kicks off her shoes at the water's edge and wades out to him.

"Midnight swim?" she asks lightly.

He shakes his head. "It's still so hot tonight. I don't know how you all can stand it around a fire." He squeezes Chelsea's hands to reassure her.

"Your hands are warm."

"I'm fine. I just got overheated. I'm fine now."

Chelsea watches him with a frown.

...

Back on shore, Veronica recognizes Afu, who showed up after the family arrived. She thinks he has nice eyes but she doesn't notice he's a bit dismissive of her. She's making an effort to keep up the conversation until they're approached by another young man.

"Hey, 'Fu."

"Du-wane." Afu draws out the syllables with a twang. Veronica looks back and forth between the two of them.

"Du-wane is my cousin. Duane, this is...?" He doesn't remember her name.

"I'm Veronica. We're here for spring break."

They shake hands. Veronica is thrilled by this little formality. She feels like he takes her seriously. They chat for a bit, Duane asking her questions about her trip, but then he adjusts the strap across his chest. "I have to get going. I'm on beach patrol."

"Will I see you again?"

He smiles. "I have a regular route around the lagoon. I'll be by again in maybe a half hour if you're still here."

She watches him walk away down the beach, looking fine in his red trunks. And that's when she hears her mom say, "Gather up! Let's head home." Of course.

#sims 4 #ts4 #simblr #Sulani #100 baby challenge #sims 4 story

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obsidianfr3sk · 3 years

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the star of my sky

@renegadesnet event 8: friendship february

↪ [ Kasumi Hasegawa & Evander Wade / “If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky.”]

Summary: She could imagine her future, but she couldn't imagine herself not being friends with Evander. Kasumi would never be able to take her things and move to another place where he was not part of it. Because Kasumi would never voluntarily leave her home. And Evander had been her home since the first moment he walked through that door.

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Hi, there!! This is my entry for the event 8 of @renegadesnet. I hope I’m not too late x’d in my time zone, it’s 9:06PM right now, so... I guess I’m fine. I feel like an irresponsible high schooler summiting her homework at 11:59pm... No, wait, that’s actually what I am.

Well x’d as you could see from the caption, this a fic focused on Evander and Kasumi’s friendship. I don’t even know why I’m so invested in this... made-up relationship (since they didn’t interact at all in canon) but I think it all began because when I started writing fics about the Council, I remembered Hugh and Simon weren’t the only members of it and that the rest of them needed to have, you know, personalities and relationships between them, details that MM seemed to forgot jaja. And these two just inmediatly made click with each other, at least in my head, and I’ve been dying to write something about them for a long time, but I think I never worked up the courage to actually do it until now:’) I’m even thinking about a small sequel but yeah

Despite what I said before (that for me the interest in these two started when I began to write my own fics) my dear mother Dawn ( @honey-hippie-harper) had a lot of very interesting headcanons about the whole dynamic the Council had during the Age of Anarchy, and two of those headcanons are that they all slept in the same bed they had at Simon’s basement and that when Adrian was born they decided that it would be better if some of them moved somewhere else, so it would be harder for people to discover their true indentities. Georgia and Adrian moved to an apartment Simon got for them, Simon and Hugh move to another one, and Tamaya got her own place, while Kasumi and Evander stayed at the Westwood house. So, for this fic, I decided to write based on those two specific headcanons. All credits to her!

Also this is gonna sound super weird but here I mention that Evander wears a cap x’d and that’s based on my other mother Wins ( @healing-winston-pratt) design of him, which you can find here! You know the drill, gente x’d go, like and reblog it!

Dawnie, Winston, this is a fic dedicaded to the two of you. Thank you for being such good mothers and friends to me✨

Since this an “unpopular” brotp I’m not quite sure who to tag, I really don’t want to bother anyone x’d but, @all-weather-is-bad and @ifyouhadntbutyoudid, I know you guys also love their dynamic so I think you may be interested on reading this! And if you also like my work, please like and reblog, it means the world to me <3

Also please forget any grammar/spelling mistakes, I feel phisically sick right now because I took a pill and it’s making me so freaking dizzy I think I’m gonna throw up or something x’d

I live to let you shine,

but you can skyrocket away from me,

and never come back if you find another galaxy,

far from here, with more room to fly.

Just leave me your stardust to remember you by.

The last days they spent living in the house were somewhat chaotic. Perhaps a part of it was due to the fact that now that Adrian was with them, they were all deprived of sleep. However, Kasumi was sure that it also had a lot to do with the fact that they had not realized how much of a mess the whole house actually was until the time to move out came and they couldn’t find their things.

Well, she wasn't moving out. But the rest of them were.

And that was something that Kasumi had been thinking about a lot since the moment that Georgie's pregnancy was made public, but that she had never dared to say it out loud because she was too afraid of the answer.

She didn’t have to say anything though. They gave her an answer as if she had asked them; her family loved to give their opinions even when nobody asked them to do it.

It turns out that they could no longer live in Simon's house.

At least not the six— seven of them.

The city had gone crazy with Adrian’s birth (or Baby Indomitable, as they had affectionately named him), and while it was a good type of crazy, it also made them a little nervous that this new member of the family would put their secret identities at risk. Now, every time they came out in their civilian form, people were going to be looking everywhere for a woman who looked like Georgie, was holding a newborn baby and, as a bonus, was accompanied by some blond or brunette guy, a red-haired boy or a girl with dark hair.

Yes, they couldn’t take that risk.

“… But when you want to open that door,” Simon was telling her, “you have to push it with your shoulder, because if you don't—”

“It will not open,” Kasumi said.

“It's not going to open,” Simon agreed.

“She lives here too, Simon,” Tamaya said washing the glass in which she had been drinking water. “She knows how to open the door.”

All six of them were sitting at the dining room table. Georgie was nursing Adrian, while the rest ate a tasteless soup that they had made three days ago and that was surely going to spoil if they did not eat it that night.

“Yes, but there is anything wrong with remembering important points,” Simon noticed. “It is the first time that she will live alone.”

“She won't be alone,” Evander exclaimed suddenly. “She's going to be with me,” and he continued sipping the soup.

Hugh scowled at him. “Stop sipping your soup, Evander.”

But that only made him sip the soup harder. Hugh rolled his eyes and Georgie put Adrian on her shoulder to make him burp.

“I still can't find my cap,” Evander continued, touching his hair. “It seems to me like you have it in your box and wanna steal it.”

“Why would I want to steal your cap?”

“Maybe because you don't have one.”

At that moment, Adrian burped and Hugh's face lit up.

“That's what I think of your stupid cap,” he replied, pointing at Adrian.

Even Kasumi laughed at that joke. But Evander didn't find it funny.

“Good thing you're leaving now,” he said, clenching to the spoon with which he was eating his soup. “I don’t like any of you.”

“You don’t even like Kasumi?” Georgie asked, pretending to be surprised. Simon took Adrian in his arms so she could adjust her blouse properly.

Before Evander could answer, Hugh did it for him. “I heard him say in his sleep that he hated Kasumi the most.”

Evander tried to throw the spoon at him, but Tamaya grabbed his wrist and nearly ripped off his hand.

“Not in my watch, you fu—”

“Tamaya,” Georgie scolded her. “Remember what I told you.”

Tamaya looked at Adrian for a second and then focused her gaze on the ceiling. “Not in my watch, you ... f-u-c-k-i-n-g punk.”

“Are we spelling curse words now?” Simon asked.

“Jesus fu—“ Hugh stopped himself. “Wait ... f-u ... c ... k ...”

“Uh, someone can’t spell f-u-c-k-i-n-g,” Evander laughed out loud.

Georgie chimed in before Hugh threw his spoon at Evander. “At least when we're in Adrian's presence,” she said. “I don't want him to learn those words from you. Now that you are his aunts and uncles, you have to set a good example for him.”

Simon passed Adrian to Georgie again, and Kasumi stared at him, wondering if she was going to be able to set a good example for him and what things could she teach him to do.

Perhaps she could teach him to swim. Or to dance. Although Kasumi did not know how to dance, and the truth was that she did not think she would be able to explain why she knew how to swim. No one had ever taught her to do it; she just knew it. She wasn't quite sure how swimming worked on people who didn't have water-related powers. (Tamaya had once told her that babies could be thrown into the water and their instinct to swim would come out on their own, but Kasumi would never throw a baby as pretty as Adrian into the water.) (She would never throw a baby into the water in general though, even if the baby was ugly.)

Or maybe she could teach him to play with dolls. Several Christmases ago, the others bought her an old rag doll with their savings, which she named Aiko. Kasumi took her everywhere, pretended to share her food with her during dinner, and tucked her every night in a shoebox that she had found and now used as the doll's cradle. The others realized how much she liked her gift, so for her ninth birthday, they gave her a beautiful doll with blonde hair and a pink princess dress, named Isabella. Kasumi didn't realize how much she was playing with the new doll, until one day she was having a tea party with Hugh and Simon (because that's the kind of thing Georgie told them to do, so Kasumi wouldn’t feel alone), and Hugh asked her, very into in his role of a rich lady from the Victorian era, why Duchess Aiko hadn't attended that afternoon. Then, Kasumi remembered that she hadn't gotten her out of her bed that morning and she began to cry.

Simon immediately went over to hug her and asked Hugh to hand the doll to him, but Kasumi was so embarrassed, she didn't even want to look at her in the eyes. When Hugh tried to give her the doll, Kasumi screamed as if she had seen a rat and not her favorite toy, which made Tamaya go downstairs to see what was happening, probably thinking Hugh and Simon were bullying Kasumi into insanity or something.

Now that she thought about it, it was kind of funny to remember the face Tamaya made when she saw Kasumi screaming, clinging to her two friends with all the strength she had, and without them taking off the fake pearl necklaces and hats they had put on for the occasion. It had probably been very funny to her too because as soon as saw the scene, she called Georgie and ran away from there, with one hand over her mouth and making strange noises.

Georgie played dolls with her more often from then on. When Kasumi overcame her fear of running out of love to give her toys (and made it known to her friends as if she had learned how to drive or graduated college), Georgie bought her a third doll, which had bunny ears, a white apron, and had Mimi embroidered on her hand. Now that they had three dolls, Tamaya was able to join them during their games, but Tamaya always came up with very morbid ones, such as that the dolls were a family of poor girls who had to play the guitar to earn some money or that they were housewives of wealthy gentlemen who mistreated them, so they planned to poison them during a business dinner to keep their money. These games scandalized Georgie, but Kasumi did like them and when they started to stop playing with her, she would sit her three dolls in a circle and stare at them, fantasizing about the outcomes of those stories they had left incomplete.

Those were the kinds of things that made Kasumi think that she had a good childhood. And that wasn't something many child prodigies could say.

If Adrian turned out to be a prodigy, she wanted to be a part of those kinds of stories so when Adrian grew up and remembered how his first years were, he would be able to say that they had been good and that Kasumi had the honor of being part of them, in the same way Kasumi could say that Georgie (his mother) had done the same for her.

Simon had told her that the place Georgie and Adrian were moving to was not too far from the house, but Kasumi wasn't so sure.

Everything would be easier if they all stayed together.

Although she supposed that having her family separated was better than having no family.

Right?

***

Not all prodigies were lucky enough to have a home.

Kasumi, for a long time, had been one of those prodigies. Her parents abandoned her when she was a baby, and she didn't think orphanages could be considered homes. Mainly because "home" wasn't the brick structure with four walls and a roof that protected you from the heat in the summer or the freezing winds in the winter.

A home was made by the people you lived with.

And they had proved it to her.

Georgie had told her a little bit about the days she lived on the streets after escaping from her father's house and told her that while she was wandering around town, she had seen a few children (who clearly were all prodigies) looking for food in the garbage or fighting each other over a piece of blanket to cover themselves from the sun. That she, at the time, had criticized them for behaving like savages, but that now, she could only feel sorry for them because it was probably the only thing they knew and it was their way of surviving, wondering if she had ended up like that too.

Kasumi… all of them had been very fortunate to have found a home in each other.

That was why it hurt so much to close the door behind her and realize that the house felt completely empty for the first time in all her life.

The first hours being in the house alone, Kasumi tried to distract herself by embroidering. She took out a pink sweater that she had wanted to embroider daisies on for a while now and she sat in the living room. She thought about whether it would be a good idea to turn on the television, but the only thing she could watch were very tacky cartoons some cheap animation studio made about the Renegades, and she didn't have the strength to be angry at the horrible (and even offensive) way they were drawn, especially the girls, Simon, and herself, so she just tried to blank her mind and focus on the task.

Georgie had taught them to embroider and Kasumi was obsessing over it. She had already embroidered their names on all the pieces of clothing they allowed her until Hugh had to put an end to it because they simply couldn’t be giving away personal information to strange people on the streets (“Yes, Kasumi, having our names embroider on our clothes is giving personal information to strangers, I’m sorry.”). Simon also no longer let her do that whole name thing, but he did let her embroider a tiny skeleton with an arrow going through his heart on the edge of his jeans. Tamaya was the one who had more difficulty learning how to do it, but over time she kind of got the hang of it, and Georgie spent much of her pregnancy adding details to the simple onesies she bought for Adrian.

Kasumi didn’t want to brag, but she was the one who had learned to embroider the fastest. She remembered taking Evander’s old clothes to practice and even embroidered golden stars on his white pajama pants. She wasn't quite sure if he was still wearing them, but she thought they look really well, especially when she (unintentionally) compared it to the other’s work.

However, Kasumi couldn't smile right now.

She may have learned to embroider faster than them.

But she was growing up slower than them.

She was not talking about her physical appearance or things like that. Despite eating a very poor diet, Kasumi had managed to grow ... what she had to grow. She was not abnormally short and, when she got up, she did not get dizzy, like Simon (who spent a week having panic attacks every morning, thinking they were signs of early anemia). Yes, Tamaya and Georgie already looked like grown-up women, but it was because they were grown-up women. Besides that, Georgie had told her all girls were different and beautiful in their way; the important thing was that Kasumi was healthy and that she felt comfortable in her own skin. Now, Kasumi did not feel super comfortable in her own skin, but perhaps it was because she was a teenager, and as someone who had lived with teenagers before, she knew they could be deeply insecure about their body.

(Kasumi practically grew up listening to Simon crying about his body hair, Georgie complaining about how greasy her skin got when she was about to have her period, Tamaya ranting about his wings and nose, and Hugh saying that he felt he was too big and grotesque to be a real human being. She did not understand why they thought such things. She considered that if Simon grew a beard in the future it would look very good on him, Georgie had a beautiful smile, Tamaya's features reminded her of those of a goddess, and... fine, she wasn't quite sure what exactly Hugh was complaining about, but it didn’t feel right to tell him how to live his insecurities and tried to be as assuring with him as she was with the rest of her family when she heard them make those comments about themselves.)

No, what Kasumi was referring to was that they all seemed to be growing in other areas of their life.

And she did not.

Georgie was a mom now. A single mom, who had her own apartment, in a beautiful area, near a park where she would surely spend hours fooling around with her baby. Hugh and Simon were officially a couple, and they had moved in together in a seedy, filthy, smelly apartment, but they talked about it like it was their dream house or something. Lastly, even though Tamaya wasn't living with anyone in particular, she thought that moving into her own place was a big step and that it could be good for her.

And again, maybe it was because of her age, but… But Kasumi didn't see herself doing any of those things.

She couldn't imagine having kids. She perhaps could imagine herself holding someone's hand and looking at each other with the same adoration that Hugh and Simon looked at each other, but that person still did not have a face in her imagination, which according to her family, “was the most vivid imagination it had ever existed”. Much less did she see herself capable of taking her things and simply moving to another place, as if it hadn't taken her years to find a place (find people) that she could call home.

Kasumi pricked herself with the needle.

She knew they weren't abandoning her. They would continue to see each other very often, at the Headquarters or during the missions. Tamaya had assured them she would visit them constantly to make sure the house was not on fire, and the others had said similar things, hinting that they would be doing the same thing.

The backyard door opened. “Kasumi!”

But even if she knew it, even if she was aware that all those feelings of abandonment were completely irrational, her anxieties were more powerful.

“Hey, Kasumi.”

What if they found another Kasumi? What if they found someone who loved them the same way she loved them? What if their interests changed over the years? What if, after meeting new people and having new experiences, Kasumi seemed more and more replaceable over time?

“Kasumi ...”

What if Kasumi was left so far behind that she ended up getting buried by all their new memories, forgotten behind the door of an empty room, which was as dark as a starless night sky?

“Zoomie!”

She pricked herself with the needle again and realized that Evander had been talking to her.

She put her finger to her mouth and raised her eyebrows. Evander wasn’t wearing his shoes, but the edges of his pants covered in mud, hinting that he had been playing outside. He was wearing his cap. Apparently, Hugh hadn't stolen it.

Kasumi wondered where he had left it and how he had found it.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he announced. “Or… do you wanna take a shower first?”

Kasumi shook her head; she had already showered earlier that day.

“Well—” she looked at the sweater that Kasumi was embroidering. “What are you doing?”

She took a look at the sweater; the daisies were pretty nice. However, when she looked out the window, she realized that it was already dark outside and that her eyes were getting too tired.

“I’m… I’m going to sleep,” she replied.

Evander nodded and she headed for the basement.

***

If she believed that being in the lonely living room had been a nightmare in which her most invasive thoughts had taken complete control of her, it was because she had no idea what kind of things awaited her in the basement.

The basement. That basement where they had all slept together for so many years, and that a few days ago had seemed too small for them, but now it looked huge.

Never in her life had she had a bed to herself. At the orphanage, she shared a bed with other girls, and when she arrived at Simon's house, the five of them took turns to sleep in the twin-sized bed. Later, when Simon's parents left the house, instead of going to sleep in one of the upstairs rooms like normal people, they brought the double bed to the basement and put them together to create a larger bed.

There was something about sharing a bed with your family. A new kind of intimacy that Kasumi never thought she would ever experience.

Because she never thought that she would ever have a family in the first place.

She had to admit that it could be awkward at times. In the summer, the basement got very humid, and Kasumi, who slept between Georgia and Tamaya, felt like she was suffocating, and during winter, it was an eternal battle for the blankets.

There were also times when Georgia and Tamaya would talk late into the night. Kasumi didn't participate in those conversations but she did pay a lot of attention to them, turning to see the one who was talking and then turning to see the other, as if her eyes were following the sound of their voices. Although they tried to keep their tone down, they couldn't contain their giggles. One time they were so loud that Simon told them to be quiet while calling them “scandalous chickens”. Tamaya went wild over that comment and only calmed down because Simon almost burst into tears as he begged her to forgive him and assured her that he wasn't trying to make fun of her.

And, a few years later, he arrived.

“Zoomie—”

This time he didn't have to call her twice for her to hear him. “I already got out of the shower.”

Suddenly, she could see Hugh and Tamaya sitting on the bed. She was lying on her stomach and he was leaning against a pile of pillows, loudly arguing about why putting ketchup on the pizza was a crime against humanity and that Hugh should see a psychiatrist for thinking "that fucking shit" tasted good. But when they listened to what Evander said, they suddenly interrupted their discussion, and said, “Thanks for telling us— ” “ —but literally no one asked, ” before starting to yell at each other again.

If she didn't feel like she was going to cry at any moment, she probably would have laughed a little. She always laughed at Hugh and Tamaya's jokes.

“I mean… in case you wanna take a shower now.”

Simon was there too. He was pulling his pajamas and a pair of socks (that used to be white but had turned pink after finishing in the wrong batch of clothes) out of the drawers, and said, looking disapprovingly at the others, “Well, I did ask him because I do want to take a shower.”

He and Kasumi had that in common: they like to shower every day, and if they didn’t, their anxiety kicked in.

“Or if… you know, you want to brush your teeth. I already brushed mine.”

Then Georgie walked over to them, gently took Evander by the cheeks, and said, “Let me see; blow” in the same tone she used to order him to show her the empty plate after making a dish that had lots of vegetables on it, or when she asked him to close his eyes each time they came across a particularly violent scene while they were strolling through town in their civilian clothes.

She never needed to ask her to do that. Kasumi didn’t lie about brushing her teeth, she ate all her vegetables and she did close her eyes when she saw people (not villains or heroes; people) fighting in the middle of the street without anyone having to remind her.

In a blink, they all disappeared.

But Kasumi was still there.

And Evander too.

“I WANT THIS ONE!” he squealed before getting into the larger bed. He took one of the pillows and began rubbing his head against it. “Finally ... a bed all to myself.”

At least one of them was happy about it.

***

When Kasumi came back from brushing her teeth, put on her pajamas, and braided her hair so it wouldn’t get all tangled during the night, Evander was staring at the ceiling, completely still. He did not greet Kasumi when she entered, nor did he say anything to her when she sat on the twin-sized bed.

The beds were still together, but Kasumi felt like they had already separated them.

Then, she remembered that they had left the blankets drying in the backyard. Terrible decision. They were going to freeze to death.

She sighed and fumbled for something to cover herself while she went outside to get them when Evander stood up on the bed and spread with all his might a heavy (and filthy) red blanket they weren’t able to fit inside the washing machine and was left there on the floor like it was nothing.

Kasumi felt the blanket as the warmest of hugs. It covered most of the twin-sized bed and half of the other.

“If you steal the blanket,” Evander said lying down again, “I'm going to put my cold feet on you.”

She lay down too.

She did see him capable of doing that.

Evander was capable of a lot of things.

***

When Evander arrived, one of the first things she did was ask Georgie where he was going to sleep.

Oh, because Kasumi knew they were going to keep him. They just had to.

Georgie told her that he would sleep with the rest of them, and that was completely fine to her. At least until problems started to appear.

To begin with, he didn't fit in the boy's bed; he and Simon would do it perfectly, but Hugh was too big and took up much of the mattress.

“You are a monstrosity of a human being,” Evander blurted out. “No offense.”

“I'd take it as a compliment,” Hugh assured.

In the double bed, they were going through a similar situation. The three of them fit, but barely, not to mention that Tamaya had to sleep in very specific a position so she wouldn’t hurt her wings. Georgie assured that she would not let anyone sleep on the floor.

So Evander ended up sleeping in the space between the two beds, one part of his body over one mattress and one part on the other.

Kasumi wondered if he had difficulties adjusting to this new lifestyle. Although he hardly spoke about what his life had been like before joining the Renegades (as he had named them), she had heard Georgie tell Tamaya about how much he kicked her during the night or that Hugh confessing to Simon that it saddened him to hear him cry for his mom during the night (“Don’t tell him I said that though.”)

Maybe it was that Evander was not used to sharing a bed with other people, and he was even less used to those people taking years to react when the two beds accidentally separated, making him fell and hit his head.

‘Cause that happened.

“Georgie… the kid fell.”

“Hey, you asshole, stop cuddling with your— friend and help him.”

“We’re preparing him for the blows life is going to throw at him.”

“Simon, darling, I'd expect that kind of comment from Hugh, but from you—”

“I think I’m bleeding…”

That was enough to make Kasumi react. She got off the bed (kicking Georgie and Tamaya in the process), helped him get up, and, after making sure he was not bleeding, dusted off his clothes and hair.

“Are you okay, Vandy?” she asked him.

Evander looked at her with teary eyes and told her he was fine. Hugh put the beds back together (after Tamaya threw a shoe at him to make him react) and Georgie cuddled with her (probably to prevent her from throwing more shoes), so he and Kasumi slept next to each other the rest of the night.

She did not quite understand what Georgie and Hugh were talking about in those conversations that she overheard them having with Tamaya and Simon. Evander didn't kick her and she didn't hear him cry.

The next night, a few hours before making their first public appearance as the Renegades, Kasumi was in the living room, playing with her dolls (or staring at them while imagining the scenarios) when Evander appeared.

“How old are you?” he asked her.

“Excuse me?”

“How old are you?” he repeated.

For some reason, Kasumi had a little trouble remembering how old she was. “I'm thirteen,” she finally answered.

Evander nodded and sat on the floor, between two of her dolls, without Kasumi inviting him. She didn't quite know how to feel about it.

“Georgie is nineteen,” she kept saying. “And Tamaya eighteen, and—”

“And Simon and Hugh are sixteen,” Evander finished. “Yes, I know. I've asked them.”

Kasumi looked down. Thanks for telling us, but literally no one asked.

“I’m nine years old—” and he showed her nine of his fingers.

She wanted to tell him she thought he was a lot younger, but… yes, no one had asked. So she kept quiet.

The next thing Evander asked was:

“Do you like to play with dolls?”

So Kasumi smiled, and answered him:

“I love playing with dolls.”

“I never play with dolls,” Evander told her wrinkling his nose. “It’s for… girls.”

“Georgie says that all games are for girls, boys, and anyone who falls in between those,” Kasumi quoted solemnly. “Hugh and Simon played dolls with me all the time.”

Now it was Evander who looked away. “I don't think Hugh and Simon want to play with me,” he muttered.

“Why?” she asked him.

He shrugged. “It seems to me that… older kids have other things they worry about. Also, they’ve been friends since before I arrived.”

Kasumi thought that the word "friends" was not the most appropriate word to describe their relationship. Or that was what she had heard Tamaya say that afternoon, and when she was thirteen, all her opinions were opinions that other people had before, like the one about “All games are for girls, boys, and anyone who falls between those” that Georgie told her.

Speaking of them…

“Tamaya and Georgie don't want to play with me anymore,” she confessed quietly.

“Were they friends before you arrived?”

Kasumi shook her head and played with the loose thread on her skirt. “No, but I guess… people grow up. People grow up and that's it.”

Who knows if Evander understood what she meant by that. Kasumi herself didn't know what she had meant.

But Evander asked another question again.

“Can I play dolls with you, Kasumi?”

And Kasumi smiled.

Again.

“I'd loved if you played dolls with me, Evander.”

“You can call me Vandy.”

Kasumi smiled even more. “Seriously?”

“Yes, I really liked it when you called me that yesterday,” he replied. “Actually, I hadn't spoken to you all day because I was looking for an equally cool nickname to give you.”

She supposed that if he was already talking to her, that meant he had found a nickname. “And which one is it?”

Evander smiled at him too. “Zoomie.”

Zoomie was the best nickname anyone could have come up with.

It turned out that Evander was even better at imitating Victorian lady voices than Hugh and Simon. He was also not scandalized by the dramatic stories she invented, and even came up with the plot’s darkest moments. They had to be dragged to bed, and Georgie made the serious mistake of letting them sleep together again; they talked for hours until Simon asked them to be quiet with a not very family-friendly vocabulary. He even used the F-word (the same one that Hugh apparently couldn't spell). It was kind of shocking, but they let it go because it was Simon, and Simon would have done the same if it had been the other way around.

The third night they slept together, Tamaya snapped and threw her other shoe at them. In her opinion, the situation had become insufferable and others supported her. Georgie sat them at the dining room the next morning and told them that although she was very glad they were friends, she will have to go back to sleep between them because they were messing with everyone’s sleep schedule.

It was the first time that someone addressed them as "friends." Kasumi was so happy about it that she didn’t even complain about Georgie’s decision.

She had never had a friend just for herself.

But even after this new adjustment, Evander kept being… a mess. He kept talking before going to sleep, just that this time, his partner in crime was Hugh. At first, Kasumi thought Hugh was going to ignore him, but he genuinely seemed interested in the comic books Evander talked him about and even began reading some of them. Tamaya threw at them all the shoes they had, but not even with that she managed to shut them up, and they had to took away all the objects that could be thrown that were on her side of the bed so that she did not end up seriously hurting someone. Simon once remarked that he almost fell out of bed because Evander just moved too much, and when they hinted that he was just angry that Hugh no longer cuddled with him while he slept because he was too busy talking with Evander, he ignored them the rest of the day. Georgie kept waking up feeling her body all soar (“Evander kicks like a soccer player, I swear”), but she still was the first to comfort him when nightmares haunted him in the middle of the night.

She had never seen him like that though.

Not until now.

Kasumi felt the bed so empty that she couldn't fall asleep. Her eyes were closed, but her mind was racing, thinking about all the scenarios in which all had gone wrong and now her family (Adrian included) was being taken to the cathedral to be publicly executed by Ace Anarchy himself. She felt the other bed's mattress and the blanket moving at the same time that Evander did, while he babbled things that Kasumi couldn't understand.

At least until she felt a warm pair of her hands grip her wrists so tightly that it made her open her eyes violently and scream.

Her first instinct was to think those hands belonged to some anarchist, ready to pull her out of bed and drag her into the depths of limbo, but it didn't take her long to recognize them.

They were the same hands that played dolls with her when she was younger, that gently pulled her ponytail when she zoned out in the middle of interviews and wanted to make her react, and they were the same hands that took hers and rubbed them during cold days because he knew Kasumi didn’t like wearing gloves but her hands were still so cold that he feared they would get all frozen and fall.

Evander was so close to her, that even in the dark, she could see that he was frowning and clenching his jaw while moving his legs as if he was trying to get away from something.

“Stop… stop, stop… stop,” he pleaded with someone who wasn't really there.

But Kasumi was there.

“Evander, Evander, it's me,” she whispered. “Evander, it's me.”

Evander kept kicking, kept running, and kept pleading.

“Stop, stop…”

“It's me, Evander,” she insisted. “Evander…”

Then, she remembered what the keyword was.

“It's me, Vandy—” she put a hand in his hair “—It's me…”

Evander progressively released her wrists, and as he did so, he opened his eyes, filled with tears and fear.

Kasumi felt her lips tremble, and she…

Understood. She understood those conversations she heard them had.

But what she did not understand was how they did not break with him to see him like that. All trembling, teary, and…

Small.

Really, really small.

She really didn’t.

However, a part of her must have understood because although Kasumi felt a bump in her throat, she did not shed a single tear. Not even when he, with a voice more broken than she had ever heard came out of him, whispered:

“Zoomie?”

She didn't stop stroking his hair. “I heard you talking in your sleep.”

“Zoomie—“ he put a hand on her cheek “—Zoomie, I had a bad dream.”

She was not surprised.

Kasumi put her free hand over his. “Do you wanna tell me about it?”

She had always been told that sharing dreams, especially unpleasant ones, could help. Kasumi was very lucky that most of her dreams were pretty ones, like days at the beach, swimming with dolphins, or romantic boat rides because she dreamed pretty often. Simon also dreamed a lot, but they were more nightmares than anything else, like when he dreamed that a couple dressed in black came to the house and wanted to take him out of the city, speaking in a language he did not understand and calling him “Simón” instead of “Simon”. The others did not dream as often as they did, but Georgie once dreamed that she crashed into a plane while flying and the plane exploded with a lot of people inside, Tamaya that some goats chewed the feathers of his wings, and there was a time when Hugh claimed to have constant nightmares about everyone in the house dying of a mysterious illness and school recitals (“... and I've never even been to a school recital!”)

She knew all that because many times they had come to her and to tell her, “Kasumi, I just had a horrible nightmare and I hope you can give me tell what it means.”

Maybe if Evander told her what his dream was about, she could help him.

However, Evander told her that he didn't feel like talking about it.

Kasumi got it. After all, it was the first time she woke him up from a nightmare.

Nightmares could be very private.

“It's okay ... will you ... will you let me rub your back, then?” she asked him.

He nodded very slowly and Kasumi moved closer to him, to the point that they both were practically over the space between the two beds. She had half of her body on one mattress, and him in the other.

Kasumi had war flashbacks, and Evander too.

“This are the blows Simon told me life will throw at me,” he stammered with a sniffle.

Kasumi gave a soft laugh and started rubbing his back. She discreetly smelt his hair. “Your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

“Thank you.”

“You should probably do it more often...”

Evander didn't respond.

He just burst into tears.

“You aren't gonna leave me, are you?” he asked her.

“What?”

Evander tried to wipe the tears away with the blanket, but that only made him cry even louder and his sentences get more incomprehensible.

“Like— you ...” he sobbed, “you aren't gonna leave me like the rest of them, right?”

Immediately, Kasumi knew who he was referring to and her heart shrunk as her brain was able to process what he had said.

“They didn’t leave us,” she replied, brushing his hair behind his ears, “they just—”

“Grew up.”

Kasumi got chills. His tone had felt so cold and distant for a moment. “Yeah. That’s kind of how life is.”

Instinctively, the two of them pressed their foreheads against each other, and Kasumi noticed that Evander was sweating, but she was not disgusted by any means.

She was just deeply concerned about him.

“You're getting older,” Evander whispered. “You're probably not gonna like me in a couple of years.”

She already had the answer for that on the tip of her tongue. But she remembered all her insecurities and she stopped being so sure if she would be telling the truth if she were to answer him at that moment.

And she would never lie to him on purpose.

So although Kasumi did not like to imagine how her life would be in the future, she tried to do so, only to confirm her idea.

She imagined herself as an adult. A little more confident, powerful, and, God willing, a little taller. She envisioned a future in which none of her family members would forget her and she could become part of Adrian's childhood memories. She would help Georgie to take care of him so that she could spend time by herself because only God knew how much that woman needed time for herself. Tamaya would introduce them to the young man she had talked about so much lately, the doctor who helped her heal when her wing got hurt and he would be as nice as she had promised. She was even able to see herself being a bridesmaid at Hugh and Simon's wedding when they finally made her relationship public and reminded the whole world that it was still possible to love in a city that seemed so full of hate.

She could imagine her future, but she couldn't imagine herself not being friends with Evander.

Kasumi would never be able to take her things and move to another place where he was not part of it. Because Kasumi would never voluntarily leave her home.

And Evander had been her home since the first moment he walked through that door.

“Don’t be silly. I'll always like you,” she assured him, stroking his hair again. “And most importantly... I will always be here for you.” And unintentionally, she added, “Even when you grow up, and you do not like me anymore.”

Evander pulled away slightly from her and stared into her eyes for a long time. She thought maybe that's how she looked when she was imagining something too.

Only... with a less puffy face.

“I'm always gonna be there for you too,” he replied. “And I’ll always like you, and I’ll always love you. You know that, right?”

Kasumi didn't know how to answer.

She… she didn’t.

Like— she knew he liked her, but she didn’t think he loved her.

It was a nice thing to hear.

“No,” she mumbled, brushing off the tears that rolled down his face with her thumb. “But ... thank you.”

Then, Evander was able to regain his composure and rubbed his hands all over his face tightly as if he was trying to wipe the tears out of his eyes. Kasumi took that opportunity to change her position and allow him to put his head on her chest.

“When I'm rich and famous, I'll buy you a house,” Evander told her, trying to hide the nasal voice that had remained after crying as hard as he just did. “It will be near my mansion.”

Kasumi pinched his cheek. “So you get a mansion and I get a house. How nice of you.”

“I know” he replied with a proud smile.

The audacity.

But that was not the time.

She took the tip of the blanket. It almost fell from the bed during the attack.

“Come on ...” she whispered, covering him up to his chin. “Go back to sleep.”

“Are you going back to sleep too?”

“Yes,” she lied to him.

But as Evander immediately knew he was lying, it didn't count as a lie at all.

“Liar,” he laughed. “Don’t be silly. I wanna stay up with you too.”

Kasumi didn't find a reason why she wouldn't let him.

After all, there was no one to throw shoes at them or to shut them up unkindly anymore. There wasn't even someone who would leave them on the floor if they fell out of bed or who would come between them anymore because they all thought putting them together was going to cause the apocalypse or something.

It hurt a little bit to think about that, but at the same time, it hurt less than before.

“Did I tell you I found my cap?”

Kasumi remembered the entire cap fight. “No, but I noticed.”

“Do you wanna know where it was, Zoomie?”

“Where was your cap, Vandy?”

Evander not only told her about how he had found his cap; he also talked to her about her whole day in detail and made jokes that made Kasumi laugh out loud and her eyes itch.

She didn’t know if it was because she had been holding back her tears for so long, or if it was because it was during the night when one could see the stars, and Evander was pure light in those very moments.

The next morning, when they saw the others again at the Headquarters, Kasumi no longer felt abandoned, or as she was going to fuse with the darkness of that empty room where they supposedly left her because there was no room to begin with. But even if that did happen, and she ended up becoming one with the night sky, she knew that she was going to at least have one star to shine on her and assure her that neither of them would ever truly be alone if they had each other.

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Take it Slow - Part Eighty-Two

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and smut, small bit of angst sprinkled in.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Harry woke up to the sound of you rustling out of bed. You were picking out your bathing suit for the day. You were holding up a strapless orange top and a strapless white top. You go with the orange and pair with some black bottoms that weren’t as high waisted as the ones you wore yesterday. Harry stretches and gets up.

“Tie this for me?” You ask, backing up to him. He nods as makes it nice and tight for you.

“Sure you wanna wear those bottoms?” He asks, slipping his purple trunks on.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with them?” You follow him into the bathroom. He’s just getting his toothbrush in his mouth when he points to your hip.

“Nothing’s wrong with them…”

You look down and see a fading love bite.

“I already told the girls they might see some marks on me, it’s not a big deal.” You go out to the dresser and put some jean shorts on, along with a tank top to cover up.

“Another beach day then?”

“Mhm.” You smile. “Would you braid my hair again?”

“Course.”

You both go downstairs and make a bowl of cereal. Mariah was sipping on some coffee while Rachel was making eggs.

“I can crack a couple more in the pan if you guys want.”

“I’m good with cereal this mornin’, thanks though.” Harry smiles at her and steps outside to eat at the glass table.

“I’m all set too, thanks Rach.” You go out to join Harry with your cereal. He pulls you onto his lap while you both eat and look out to the ocean.

Rachel sits down with Mariah, handing her a plate of eggs.

“Thanks babe, you make the best eggs.” She kisses her on the cheek. “Seems like they can’t go a second with him sitting on her.” Mariah laughs. “It’s cute, isn’t it?”

“Very cute. I don’t think Y/N’s ever been with someone so…touchy before. I like it for her.”

Niall and Sarah come downstairs last. They both look slightly flustered, but ready for the beach.

“Good morning you two.” Rachel smiles. “There’s some extra eggs.”

“Thank god, I’m starving.” Sarah says.

“I’ll bet.” Rachel winks at her.

Niall grabs a cup of coffee and heads outside as well while Sarah sits with Rachel and Mariah.

“Mornin’.” He says sitting down.

“Hey.” You smile. “Sleep well?”

“Mhm, beds are actually pretty comfy here.” He sips his coffee. “Although, they make a bit of noise.” You feel Harry grip you tighter out of nerves. “Sarah and I had to wait until everyone was downstairs this mornin’ to get busy.” He laughs and you burst out laughing.

“We just did it on the floor.” Harry smacks your shoulder and you look at him. “Hey!”

“Why dontcha just tell the whole world what we were up to?”

“He just told us!”

“So?!”

“Please, it’s not like it was a secret.” Niall says.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asks.

“Gotta walk by your room to get down the stairs, mate. Bed may not have been creakin’, but I’d know that little whimper of yours anywhere.” He smiles, and Harry’s mouth falls open.

“Ha! I knew I was being quieter than you!” You hop off his lap and stick your tongue out at him. You lean in close to his face. “Don’t be embarrassed baby,” You whisper in his ear. “I know what this cunt does to you.” You stand up straight and go inside with the girls.

“She’s testin’ me.” Harry says while Niall shakes his head.

“I don’t even wanna know what she just said to you.” He laughs.

“Little whimper.” He says in Irish accent. “Go fuck yourself.”

“Oh, I’m just teasin’, relax.”

You all pack up the car and head to the beach, and find a spot just as you did the day before. It was another beautiful day, even hotter than yesterday.

“Feel like we’re gonna be in the water a lot today.” Mariah says.

You all take your coverups off, and Rachel immediately catches the marks on your hips. You see her notice and you give her a small smile.

“Oh, I like those bottoms, Y/N. Seriously you always have the best….” Sarah trails off as she catches the marks. “Um, you always have the best swimsuits.”

“Thanks.” You say blushing. You turn around and bend over to grab some sunscreen. There was another, more recent mark right below one of your ass cheeks.

Sarah bursts out laughing and so does Rachel. You stand right up and look at them.

“What?” Rachel throws an arm around you. Thank god no one else was really paying attention.

“Tell me, what exactly were the two of you doing when he left this one on you?” She pinches your bum where the mark is and you squeal. Harry whips his head to look at you. You look at Rachel.

“You know, I don’t really remember.”

She laughs and lets you go.

You all go into the water together. The boys toss a football around while you swim around with the girls. The waves were perfect for body surfing. One really drags you under though, and you can barely breathe when you pop up from the water.

Harry looks over to make sure you, and everyone else is alright. His eyes grow wide when he sees you. Your top had fallen down, and you clearly hadn’t noticed yet. He whips the ball at Niall to distract him and then he rushes towards you.

“Y/N!” He yells, and tackles you down.

“Harry, what the-“ You’re submerged again with little warning.

When you come back up his arms are wrapped around you tight and you squirm to break free.

“What are you doing?!”

“Your top fell down!”

“What?!” You look down at yourself and you blush. “Oh my god!” He loosens his grip just enough so you can tug it up. “Did anyone see?!”

“I don’t think so, I think caught it just in time. I saw that huge wave drag you under. I think the other girls were just coming up when I tackled you.”

“Yeah, if that happens again, could you maybe, I don’t know, not come at me like a linebacker?”

“Sorry, I panicked!”

“They’re just boobs.” He gives you a look. “Sarah and Rachel have seen my boobs before, you’ve seen them too. So that really only leaves Mariah and Niall, and you probably don’t wanna hear this, but I wouldn’t be embarrassed if either of them saw either. Now if my bottoms came off, then I’d be embarrassed.”

He doesn’t say anything. He notices another large wave coming and he grins at you.

“What?”

He picks you up and throws you right into the wave and laughs hysterically as you clutch at your top so it doesn’t fall again.

“Oi! What are yeh doin’ t’her?” Niall shouts. He reaches out to help you up and you look absolutely pissed at Harry. “You knock her down and then throw in to the water again?”

“Apparently my top fell down and that was the best way to help me.” You take a deep breath and start wading out of the water.

“Oh come on, you’re done swimmin’ now, is that it?” Harry says, walking after you.

“I need a break, little too much excitement.”

“Are you ma-“

“Harry!” You look at him. “Leave me alone, please.”

You leave him standing there and the girls follow you out. Mariah whips the football at the back of Harry’s head.

“Ow! What the fu-“

“Give her a second to chill, dude.”

You sit down on your towel. You can feel the water slowly evaporate from your skin.

“What was that all about?” Sarah asks, sitting next to you. Rachel sits on your other side.

“Yeah why did he tackle you like that?”

“My top fell down.” You blush. “He was just trying to help, and he didn’t like what I had to say so he threw me into that wave and it hurt.” You grab your sunglasses and put them on.

“He probably just didn’t realize how hard he threw you, Y/N.” Rachel says.

“I know. I just needed a second, and he never gives it to me.”

Eventually Niall, Harry, and Mariah all come out of the water. Niall opens a cooler and hands everyone a drink. Harry sits in front of you on your towel.

“M’sorry.” He mutters.

“S’okay.”

He leans in and kisses you and you smile against him. He decides to lay next to you on his back to tan and you lay down as well. You spray some lotion on yourself and on him. He holds your hand as you both lay there.

“I know we’re goin’ to the club tonight, but are we going out for dinner, or is that just tomorrow?” Niall asks Sarah.

“We’ll cook tonight when we get home. Then just the girls are gonna get ready together.” She winks at him. She goes into the other cooler to grab a sandwich.

“Sarah, can you hand me mine and Harry’s pb and j’s?”

“Sure!”

You sit up and take them from her. You tap him on the shoulder and he looks up at you.

“Time for lunch.” You smile and he takes the sandwich from you. “Sit up please, I don’t want you to choke.” He chuckles and does as you ask. You take your phone out and smile. “Look! Isaac sent us pictures of Buster. Ugh, I miss him.”

“Send him a selfie of us to show to him.” Harry leans in so you can snap the photo. “Can’t have him forgettin’ what his parents look like.”

“Don’t even go there.” You scoff. “That was my biggest fear while we were in London.”

“I was just jokin’.”

“I know you were.” You take a bite of your sandwich.

“Thanks for makin’ my lunch.” He kisses your cheek and you giggle.

“You’re welcome.” He continues to kiss your cheek and down your neck. You continue to scroll on your phone and eat your sandwich. Even when he bites down you’re unphased.

“Hey, uh, not that I don’t think you two are cute, but I’d like not vomit up the lunch I just ate.” Mariah says and Harry pops off your neck. He flips her off and she flips him off right back. He throws an arm around you and pulls you closer to him. “It doesn’t bother you when he does something like that in front of everyone?” She laughs.

“He’s just kissing on me.” You shrug.

“Are you sure? I thought he moved on to eat the skin on your neck when he was done with that sandwich.” Sarah says.

“Maybe you all should spend less time watchin’ us.” Harry says.

“I can’t help it! I’m disgusted, but curious.”

You burst out laughing, knowing exactly what Sarah was referring to. She starts laughing, and so does Rachel. You have tears in your eyes from laughing so hard.

“What is so fuckin’ funny?” Niall asks.

“Did you guys watch Johnny Bravo, did you have that?” Sarah asks him.

“What? Who?”

“Nevermind, you just wouldn’t get it.” Rachel says, wiping tears from her own eyes.

“You all, and I mean this in the nicest way,” Harry starts. “Are on crack.”

You all laugh harder. You have to stand up and walk around to catch your breath.

“I..I…need…” You can barely speak. You gesture than you’re gonna go for a walk and Rachel and Sarah follow you.

“Crackheads, the lot of them.” Harry says and lays back down.

Eventually the three of you return with ice cream for everyone as a little treat.

“Thanks!” Harry says grabbing a chocolate dipped cone from you.

“Wait, none of you brought your wallets with you, how did you get these?” Mariah asks. You look at each other and say nothing.

“We, uh, told the ice the boy in the window it was Y/N’s birthday.” Sarah says, licking her cone.

“And he may have been a very sweet teenager who out of the goodness of his heart wanted to help is out.” Rachel says.

“He saw our nipple piercings through our tops and we didn’t say anything when he stared, so he gave us everything on the house. We told him we’d be back with money and he said it was fine.” You say licking your cone. “We should stop there later and put some cash in his tip jar.”

“Agreed, this was a lot of ice cream to give up for free.” Rachel says.

Some of the ice cream drips on your hand you go to lick it up. You look up at Harry who’s watching you.

“What?”

“Nothin’.” His cheeks grow red and he focuses back on his own ice cream.

It was another perfect day at the beach. You all head back around 4PM again. You go up to shower by yourself so you can wash your hair. You blow dry it quick and head back down. Harry was just getting everything off the grill and you go outside. Rachel had showered too, so she walks out with you.

After dinner you all go up to get ready in Rachel and Mariah’s room. Harry and Niall both take showers and get dressed. Harry had a white, silk shirt on, and a pair of shorts, and boat shoes. Niall had a blue polo and shorts on. They both plop down on the couch.

“How long do you think it’ll take for them to get ready?” Niall asks.

“Saw them go up there with the jello shots, so I have no idea.” He sighs and looks at his nails. “Hey could you help me paint these, they’re all chipped.”

“Yeah, sure.” Niall shrugs.

Sarah starts blasting music and you all take a jello shot.

“I’m gonna go hang with the guys.” Mariah says once she’s dressed.

“No, babe, you don’t have to do that.” Rachel pouts.

“It’s cool, I want you guys to do your thing together. Plus, I can get them drinking.” She smiles and leaves the room. She stops short when she goes downstairs. Niall was painting Harry’s nails for him. “What…the fuck is going on?” They both look at her.

“A man can’t paint another man’s nails?”

“You can’t paint them yourself?”

“No, actually, I suck at it. Niall has way more precision.”

“It’s true, used to help him out all the time in school.”

Mariah shakes her head and grabs the other tray of jello shots out of the fridge. She brings them over to the boys.

“You’re not stayin’ up there with them?” Harry asks.

“Nah, wanted to give them their time. Here.” She uncaps one and holds up to his mouth for him to slurp. They hear laughing and squeals from upstairs.

“Gonna need a few of those, I think.” Niall says, finishing up Harry’s nails.

Rachel was curling your hair while Sarah was going your makeup. Things you could easily do yourself, but you didn’t mind the pampering. You do Rachel’s hair next, then Sarah’s. You rake your hands through the curls so your hair falls wavy.

You get your dress on and they both gasp.

“This isn’t like too short, too tight?”

“No way, you look hot!” Rachel says, slurping on another jello shot.

Rachel had a high-waisted pair of black pants on with a tie in the front and a light green crop stop. Sarah had a light pink dress on. You all looked really cute. You take a few selfies, and a few more jello shots.

“Harry’s gonna flip, Y/N.” Sarah says.

“Thanks.”

“Wait, stay at the top of the stairs, we wanna get his reaction.” Rachel says.

“You guys, he’s seen me dressed up before.”

“Like this?” Sarah asks and you blink at her. “Exactly. We’ll call you down in a second.”

Sarah and Rachel race downstairs.

“Jesus, Harry, do you ever not look perfect?” Rachel giggles.

“I’ve said it before, I am a fashion icon.” He looks at the two of them. “You both look nice. Where’s Y/N.”

“She’ll be down in a second.” Sarah giggles. “Niall, can you get the vodka and ice out? Oh! And the cranberry juice?”

“Sure thing, babe.”

“See you guys enjoyed some of the jello shots.” Rachel chuckles as she get Spotify playing on the smart TV. “Harry stand up and wait for her.” Rachel starts filming on her phone. He gives her a funny look, but does what she says. “Okay, birthday girl!”

You giggle and start walking down the stairs. You needed to be careful in the heels you were wearing. Harry’s jaw drops when he starts to see you and beam at him. He opens his arms for you and you jump into them. He swings you around and tells you how beautiful you look. Rachel stops recording after getting the shot she wanted.

“I feel like I’m going to prom or something.” You laugh. Niall comes over with all the drinks and you happily take one.

“Okay we need to take a ton of pictures before we all get too fucked up.” Sarah says.

You take every combination of photo you can think of. One with each girl, one with both of the girls, one with you and Mariah. One of you just you and Niall. You, Niall, and Harry. A few with you and Harry. A ton of group shots, and the other two couples get photos as well.

You all guzzle down your drinks and Sarah orders the uber. You were buzzed and feeling good.

“Wow, this place looks cool.” Harry says as he looks out the window.

“Yeah, we came here for Y/N’s twenty-first.” Rachel says. “There’s an outdoor dance floor and like five different bars.”

You all climb out of the car, and Harry keeps a hand on the small of your back. The bouncer smiles when he sees your ID.

“Gimme your hand.” You beam at him. You remember this from last time. He stamps the word BIRTHDAY on you. “Have fun.”

“What does that mean?” Niall asks.

“I get to drink for free all night.”

“No wonder you guys liked it here so much.” He chuckles.

You all go inside, and immediately go to the bar.

“Let me get the first round, yeah?” You say to them.

“Y/N, it’s your birthday, why would you-“ Harry starts.

“Because she’s gonna get us all shots for free.” Sarah says. “Let the doctor operate for once.”

“Please, Harry?”

“Go ahead, I’m curious to see you in action.” He was a little buzzed, and wasn’t out to ruin your good time.

You go up to the bar and put your hand down so the cute bartender could see.

“What can I getcha, birthday girl?” You giggle for him.

“Six shots of tequila and some limes would be great.”

“Can’t give you that many in one go, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, well, it’s just, my friends.” You point to Rachel and Sarah. “They’re gonna be paying for all their own drinks tonight, I just wanted to be a good friend is all.” You bat your lashes at him. “But I understand if you can’t…should I leave and come back five more times?” You bite your bottom lip.

“Nah, that’s okay. You do get to drink for free, these easily could all be for you.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t.”

He gets a small tray out and puts a plate of limes on it, then he adds six double shots of tequila.

“Think you can carry this?”

“I’ll do my best.” You put a five dollar bill down for him and he thanks you.

You stride over with the tray, and take it outside with you so he doesn’t see Niall and Harry. They all follow you.

“Wasn’t so bad, was it?” You say to Harry.

“Lot tamer than I thought, that’s for sure.”

“Look, and he gave you double shots too.” Sarah says.

“Mhm.”

You all tip your heads back and take your shots. You grab a lime immediately and suck on it.

“What’s your drink tonight, Y/N?” Rachel asks.

“Hmmmm, I’m gonna stick with tequila I think. Margs?”

“You got it!”

Rachel and Sarah go up to one of the bars to get the second round of drinks. You all decide staying outside would be for the best. Fresh ait would help make it less likely for you to get dehydrated, cause that’s how it works, right?

You happily take your drink when they come back. All six of you clink your glasses together. The DJ drops Sexy Chick, and Sarah yanks you onto the dance floor.

“You gonna dance with her tonight without havin’ to be asked?” Niall asks Harry.

“Mhm.” Harry grins.

He takes a moment to just watch you dance with your friends. He guzzles down half his drink and takes a deep breath. This was going to be a fun night. He starts dancing over towards you and mouthing the words to the song. Your mouth falls open when you notice him. He grabs your hand and twirls you around, pulling you close so your ass is pressed against his pelvis. Your friends squeal as you so freely dance with him.

Niall starts dancing with Sarah, and Rachel dances with Mariah. The DJ drops bop after bop after bop. Harry dances with you the entire time, and you can even hear him singing a bit. You were in complete shock. Usually you had to beg him to dance with you. The only time he left your side was to get another round of drinks.

“Homeboy is on another level tonight.” Rachel says to you.

“I know! It looks good on him, doesn’t it? I’m gonna fuck his brains out later.” The three of you laugh as he comes back over. “Thank you baby.” He kisses you and takes a sip of his drink. “Are you having fun?”

“Loads!”

You wrap an arm around his neck so you can grind on one of his legs. He hooks an arm around you to hold you closer. You were completely lost in him, and your head was swimming. The second it hits midnight the DJ cuts the music.

“Heard we have a birthday in the club tonight, is there a Y/N here?” Your friends cheer and some people come over to you with a rum bucket. “Let’s all wish Y/N a very happy twenty-fifth birthday!”

You take the rum bucket from one of the bartenders and everyone sings happy birthday to you. Once they’re done you take a sip of the drink and everyone cheers. Harry grabs your face and kisses you. You split the rum bucket with him because honestly if you drank the whole thing you would for sure throw up.

You all continue to dance, and have a great time. Harry goes up to the bar with Niall for more drinks.

“Oh my god, Harry?” He hears some girl say next to him. Harry was so fucking drunk, but he vaguely recognized her.

“Sup?”

“It’s me, Val.” Harry looks back at Niall, and Niall shrugs. “God, you are such an asshole, we dated? For like seven months?”

Both Harry and Niall’s jaws drop.

“Val! Yeah! I’m sorry, I barely recognized you.” He rubs the back of his neck. That didn’t sound great.” He coughs. “What, uh, what are you doin’ here?”

“I’m on vacation with my friends.”

“Oh great, they’re here too.” The bartender hands him his drink.

“S’not like you even ever met them.” She crosses her arms. “What are you doing here anyway?”

“It’s my, uh, girlfriend’s birthday.”

“Girlfriend?” You scoff. “That you didn’t use labels.” She shakes her head. “How long you been with her?”

“Almost a year…” She scoffs again. “Listen, I-“

“Harrryyyy!” You say swaying over to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him.

“Y/N, let’s go back to the dance floor.” Niall says, tugging on you.

“No, I want Harry.”

On any other day of the week Harry would relish in the thought of you wanting him over Niall, even rub it in his face, but now was not the time to be rubbing your relationship in anyone’s face.

“Please come back and dance with me, baby?” You were looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes, and he was melting. He looks back at Val who was visibly annoyed.

“Baby? Baby?! You hated being called anything other than your name!” You turn to look at the woman yelling at your boyfriend.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Y/N.” Harry says. “Why don’t you go with Niall, hm? I’ll be over in a minute.”

“No, I wanna who this is? Who are you?”

“Apparently, the woman who wasn’t good enough to call Harry, baby.” She looks at him.

“Are you seriously hung up on something that almost three years ago?” Your eyes widen with realization, and you look up at him again.

“To be honest, I haven’t thought about you in years, and I’m in a much happier relationship now with someone who treats me way better than you ever did.” She holds up her left hand. “See that? Engaged, to a real man.” Your friends notice the conversation happening and walk over, always ready to back you up.

“Excuse me, but I’ll have you know this is the realest man in the world.”

“Y/N.” Harry says.

“No, no one talks to you like that.” You say looking at him and back to her. “Look I don’t know you, but I know him, and he is a man. He’s more man than I’ve ever known!” You get in her face a bit.

“Yeah, who the fuck are you?” Rachel says.

“If I were you, I’d walk away.” Sarah says.

“Clearly you weren’t the one for him, but I am.” You say. “In fact, we live together.” There’s a look of shock on Val’s face. “That’s right, and guess what, he asked me to move in with him. He gave me a key to his place first. He asked me to be in a relationship with him. We’re soulmates, bitch.”

Harry had never heard you say that before. You felt the exact way he did, even if you were saying it drunk, and to a complete stranger. You put your hand on shoulder.

“Listen, I get it, I really do. I wouldn’t have wanted to give up such a bomb dick either. And your man must not be a man at all if you’re still hung up on mine.”

“I-“

“Would walk away before you’re not able to actually walk out of here.”

Harry easily could have handled the situation. And if he really wanted to, he could have just picked you up and carried you out. But he didn’t. He liked when you defended him, and he thought it was funny to see your friends jump right in to support you.

Val looks at Harry, then back to you. She rolls her eyes and walks away. You turn back to Harry and cross your arms.

“You’re welcome.” You slap your hand down at the bar. “Shot of tequila please.” You say to the bartender and they get you what you want. You take the shot swiftly, and grab Harry by wrist. “Now come back and dance with me.”

Harry gives Niall an impressed look and follows you back out. He wraps his arms around you and grinds up on your ass. You laugh and press back into him.

At around 1:30AM you all had enough. Niall orders an uber. You decide to take your shoes off, you couldn’t stand your heels anymore.

“Harry, give me a piggyback ride?”

“Your whole ass will be out if I do that?” He laughs.

“Does anyone here care if they see my ass? No? Okay.”

He sighs and crouches in front of you so you can jump on his back. You all walk out to the curb and wait for the car. A large SUV pulls up, and you all climb in. Rachel and Mariah get in the way back. You sit on Harry so Sarah and Niall can squeeze in next to you. There was music playing, and it was nice and dark in the car. Everyone seemed preoccupied with their own conversation so you start kissing on Harry’s neck. His hands press into your hip a little harder.

“Babe.” He whispers. “Please, wait til we get back.”

“No.” You say against him, and keep kissing on him. One of your hands moves up to his hair and he grunts, catching Sarah’s attention.

“Oh Jesus.” She laughs.

“Hey!” You whip your head up to look at her. “Get used to it, because when we get back, I’m fucking this man.”

“Y/N.” Harry says as everyone else the car cheers.

“That’s right, it’s my birthday and we’re gonna bone. And you all can stay downstairs until we’re done so we don’t have to worry about being quiet.”

“That’s actually a good idea.” Rachel pipes up from the back. “You two can do your thing and we can set up the air mattresses we brought to make the sleepover space up. Get everything settled.”

“You’re brilliant!” You reach over the seat and grab her face to kiss her forehead.

You could barely walk by the time you got into the house and Harry threw you over his shoulder so he could get you upstairs.

“Wait! Let us all go change first before you two go up.” Sarah says.

Everyone else races upstairs. You playfully drum on Harry’s butt while you wait. Once everyone else comes back down, they clap for you as Harry brings you upstairs. If he wasn’t so drunk he would’ve cared more.

Harry gets you in the bedroom, and locks the door behind him.

“How do you want it baby? Hm? Want me to leave the dress on? I know you think I look good.” You say as you sit down on the bed.

He grins at you and unbuttons his own shirt, and lets it fall to the floor. He gets on the bed with you and starts kissing you. You moan into his mouth and he licks into you. You suck on his tongue slightly and he reaches to unzip your dress. His hands cup your cheeks and he pulls you back.

“The real question is, how do you want it?”

“I just want you to fuck me up.” You look at him. “Just do whatever you want to me.”

He smiles and tugs your dress off your body. He groans when he sees the little thong you’re wearing and yanks it off. He gets his shorts and boxers off. He kisses down your body and sucks on one of your nipples. Luckily everyone downstairs wouldn’t be able to hear much because they turned the TV volume up extra loud to try to give the two of you some privacy.

He works his way between your legs. He spreads your legs wide open, wider than he ever really does. He holds you down and begins his work. He licks up your center a few times. You weren’t sure what happened next. You really weren’t. What he did to you with his tongue was like nothing he had ever done before. All you knew was that his stuck his fingers in your mouth while you were doing it so when you screamed, it wouldn’t be as loud. And you did scream. You screamed his name like you never had before. He pulls up to look at you, your chest was heaving.

“Yeh liked that, huh?”

“How, how did you-“

“Shh, baby girl, it’s gonna be like this all night.”

You giggle and wrap your legs around his waist. He thrusts into you and it feels amazing. He rubs your clit and makes you come again before flipping you over. He’s got the headboard gripped with one hand, and the back of your neck gripped in the other. He was driving in hard and deep. Well, not as hard as he could have. He knew one wrong move could send you to a bad place. You were moaning and groaning, and clutching the pillows. Hi balls were slapping against your clit and you couldn’t stand it anymore. You moan out his name and come for the third time.

He pulls out and puts you on your side. One of your legs goes up over his shoulder.

“Jesus, shit.” You groan.

He rocks in and out of you and a slow pace.

“I love you, Harry, fuck I love you so much.”

He pulls out again to get you on your back. He leans in close and crashes his lips to yours.

“I love you too.” He nips at your jaw. “I’m so happy we’re spending your birthday like this.”

“Me too, fuck, me too.” You look up at him as he kneads one of your breasts. “No one else I’d rather spend it with, baby.”

You gasp as he starts to his your g-spot. Your nails rake down his back and he moans. Just as you’re coming again he releases inside you. You were both drenched in sweat. He presses his forehead to yours and tries to catch his breath. He kisses you gently on both cheeks, your nose, forehead, and lips before pulling out.

“Took it so well, angel.” He caresses your cheek and gets off of you.

You both use the bathroom and get cleaned up. You throw on a graphic T and a pair of shorts, and he does the same. You jump on his back, and he carries you down the stairs. Everyone starts slow clapping when you come downstairs and you giggle. Harry can’t help but laugh too.

Your friends had set up the living room beautifully. Harry sets you down and you crawl onto one of the air-mattresses that was covered in pillows and blankets. Harry gets on next to you and throws an arm around you.

“What are we watchin’?” He asks, voice slightly hoarse. Niall hands him a glass of water. He hands you one too.

“One of Y/N’s favorites, Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” Sarah says.

“Dracula Musical! Woooo!” You say and the girls laugh.

“Got it all cued up.” Rachel says, pressing play.

You curl close with Harry as the movie starts.

“Have you seen this before?” You ask him.

“I don’t think so…” He looks at Niall. “Have we watched this?”

“I mean I’ve seen it because I’ve watched it about a dozen times with Y/N, but I’ve never watched it with you, mate.”

“You’re in for a treat, Harry. It’s so funny.” Rachel says.

You and your friends cheer when Paul Rudd makes his first appearance.

“Oh here we go.”

“We also cheered for Bill Hader.” You say. “Oh! He’s gonna say it!”

“Oh the weather outside is weather.”

You and your friends burst out laughing.

“You sound like you’re from London!”

You laugh even harder and slap Harry’s back. He starts laughing too.

“Is that how you’d prefer my accent to sound, because I could easily talk like that f’you.”

You wipe tears from your eyes and shake your head.

“He’s just so fucking funny.”

The movie goes on, and eventually you all pass out before it ends. You were laying completely on top of Harry, covered with a blanket. You all would be hungover tomorrow, no doubt about that. But for now, you were all sleeping peacefully as one big group of friends. You couldn’t have asked for a better way to start your birthday.

#take it slow #harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles fic #harry styles fluff #harry styles fluff fic #harry styles smut fic #harry styles smut #harry styles angst #im really happy with this part #hope you all like!

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