#Crying and sobbing and screaming and cheering and clapping

[sentakatsukiofficial]

just caught up on jjk…

@uriekukistan I wasn’t prepared…

[imthebadguyyy]

Silverstone

pairing : lewis hamilton x reader

fandom : formula 1

synopsis : you celebrate lewis' win, and show him just how proud of him you are.

warnings : smut and references to 2021

a/n : CANT STOP CRYING BECAUSE LEWIS JUST WON SILVERSTONE SO HERE'S SOME FLUFFY GOODNESS with a side of smut 🙈

the sun shone brightly overhead as lewis soared past the chequered flag, and you screamed and jumped up and down in the mercedes garage.

the roar of the crowd was deafening in the best way possible, screams, shouts whoops and laughter filling the air as he soared by, fist pumped in victory as he let out a whoop himself. you couldn't help but sob into your hands as he waved the flag around in sheer joy, tears streaming down your face, watery laughs and cheers leaving your lips as you stuck to his dad, both of you feeling the same exhilaration that you were sure lewis was feeling too.

bono grabbed you blindly, running with you to parc ferme so you could both be there when lewis stepped out of his car. you couldn't help but sob harder as you saw him wipe away tears, shaking his head as the intensity of emotions sink into him.

you watched with a full heart and shaking hands as he walked to his dad, leaning into him as he allowed himself to cry, to really feel the depth of the moment. you cried, hands shaking against your mouth as you watched him, grinning widely as he turned to you, grabbing your waist as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, wet tears soaking your skin as you held him tight, arms wound around his neck as you squeezed him tight, a melody of "im so proud of you my love" poured into his ears from your sweet voice.

"im so so proud of you, you did so well baby!" you cried pulling away from the embrace to kiss his forehead, laughing as he scooped you up to spin you around. tears streamed freely down his face as he set you down, stroking your cheekbone, breathing harshly as he gripped you tight.

he pulled you back to him, bodies pressed against each other, not caring about the flashing cameras, saying loudly, "i love you!", before dipping you down to kiss you, hands gripping your hips.

his lips met yours in a fiercely passionate kiss, stained with tears of devotion and the three of hope you had both invested into him, into his pursuit of a win, and now he had finally done it with you by his side, at his home race.

it was a kiss that spoke of triumph and longing, of battles fought and won. your embrace was tight, your bodies pressed close as if trying to merge your shared exhilaration. the world around you blurred, and all that existed was the sheer happiness you felt at that very moment.

you gripped his wrist as he pulled away, getting ready to head to the podium, pressing a fleeting kiss to his pulse points as he mouthed "I love you" at you, walking away to prepare to take his rightful place on the podium.

you stood with anthony as you both looked up at your champion, a smile so wide your cheeks were starting to hurt. you cheered loudly, clapping and jumping when he was presented with the trophy, raising it up to the air and pointing to his team and bono, and then to you and his dad, a wide smile and teary eyes looking down at you.

anthony filmed you with a wide grin, before wrapping and arm around your shoulders as the anthem played and lewis' eyes filled with tears. "thats how much it means to him,huh?" you murmured, as you sniffled.

on your other side, susie wrapped you in a hug, nodding against you as you sunk into her embrace. "thats what it means" she said, her own voice breaking as she looked at you, melting at the devotion and adoration in your eyes as you looked up at lewis.

when the champagne was popped, lewis ran over to the edge, tipping some bubbly in your direction as you laughed, giggling as he blew you a kiss and you blew one back.

as the ceremony came to an end, you made your way back to the hospitality, shaking champagne out of your hair as members from the team came up to hug you. the atmosphere was joyous as the crowd sang and celebrated, and you took out your phone to capture the incredible atmosphere. carmen came over to congratulate you, giving you a tight hug before going to find george.

you went to sit down, still feeling from the emotional high as you took a big gulp of cold water. you knew how hard lewis had worked for this, all the highs and lows he had experienced on this long path. you knew of all the long nights he spent at the factory and in the sim, all the hard days and the bad days, all the nights he had come to you, weary and longing for your warmth.

all the moments he felt like he wasn't worth the trouble, and you reminded him fiercely of your love and how it didn't depend on his ability to race. all the nights you felt the despair he felt, tears and hugs keeping you from falling apart as he told you he felt he shouldn't stay on.

the desperate heartbreak you had felt in 2021 when he looked so defeated your own knees almost buckled, all the love it had taken to bring your lewis back to you.

it was all worth it in the moment. it was all worth it. it was all worth it. it was all worth it-

the recurring chain of thought was cut off by a warm pair of arms wrapping around your shoulders, and the smell of champagne filling your nostrils.

"lewis" you breathed, as he gently tugged you with him to his driver's room.

"im so proud of you, honey" you whispered, letting him sink into the couch, as you sat down in his lap, legs on either side of his waist as you pressed kisses to his nose and his cheeks and his forehead and temples, and finally his lips.

"thank you" he whispered back, head resting on your collarbone as he took deep breaths, steadying his racing heartbeat.

you could feel fresh tears soaking your skin as he clung to you, and you stroked his head gently, letting him take his time.

as he pulled back slightly, you saw the tears welling in his eyes. "it was all worth it," he said, his voice choked with emotion. "every challenge, every setback, every victory—it was all worth it."

"formula one is a part of my blood," he continued, his voice steadying as he spoke. "i understand that now more than ever. this sport, this life—it's who I am."

he paused, his eyes searching yours, filled with gratitude and love. "i wouldn't have made it here without you. you've been with me through it all, through the highs and the lows. i can't thank you enough for staying by my side." he continued stroking your chin as you smiled at him.

tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to touch his cheek, your heart swelling with pride and love for the man who had just made history. "im so proud of you, lewis," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion. "and I'll always be here, no matter what." you promised, pressing a kiss to his hand.

soon enough, your little bubble was broken when the door opened and his family filed in, his mum reaching for you to give you a tight hug and soon all of you and his entire family were heading for an early light dinner before what was a 100% going to be a wild night of partying.

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after an early dinner of pizza with his family, you had just about time for a quick shower and a change of clothes, feeling a giddy happiness you had sorely missed throbbing through your bones as you watched lewis step in for his own shower.

lando had sent a text to lewis, saying "club to get absolutely hammered (non alcoholically for you) on me" and you had laughed and made your way to your hotel to get dressed.

you changed into a particularly rivetingly sexy little dress you had bought especially for a moment like this, a body hugging little number that hugged every curve and fold on your body with straps all over. you paired it with your favourite perfume, painting your lips a dark cherry red, a colour you knew lewis loved on you. you added seductive black eyeliner and mascara, a rosy blush and a glittery highlight, and darkened your eyes with kajal. you looked every bit the temptress you felt and you knew you would be having the time of your life with lewis later in the night.

lewis got ready himself, dressing himself in a black tank and dark pants, pairing it with his favourite bracelets and necklaces to glitter softly. he looked ethereal himself, every bit a charming champion and you couldn't help the flutter of arousal you felt in your chest.

you smirked to yourself as lewis leaned against the cupboard, watching you spritz yourself with perfume, before stalking over to you to bite into the flesh of your neck.

the sudden contact had you gasping and shuddering as you tilted your head back, letting him suck on the skin till it bruised. he pulled away with a satisfied grin, before pulling you to your feet and sinking down on his knees.

you shuddered as he gently raised your foot, kissing you ankle before sliding your strappy heels onto your foot, kissing your shin and calves before moving to the other.

the act of sheer devotion had you melting even more for him, and you could feel yourself getting wet for the gorgeous hunk of a man before you. you shrieked when he suddenly kissed your thighs and licked up them, yanking your lacy panties to the side to lick a stripe into your pussy, making you moan loudly before he pulled away, smirking.

"later, baby" he promised, walking out the door, leaving you a panting mess.

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the famous nightclub the guys had chosen pulsed with powerful beats as a sea of bodies moved in perfect harmony to the sultry rhythms on the dance floor, illuminated by vibrant electric blue and crimson lights. the atmosphere buzzed with an intoxicating blend of pounding music, exuberant laughter, and the mingling aromas of premium tequila, fruity cocktails, rich whiskeys, and hoppy beers. you cheered in excitement as the dj began to play usher, as you shouted over the noise, "I'm going to order some shots!" before weaving your way through the crowd to the bustling bar.

lewis watched you walk away, going to find charles and lando in the crowd, who were mingling with other friends.

he watched you lean over the bar, your breasts pushing against the material of your dress, bent at the waist as you ordered a Washington apple shot, giggling with lily, alex's girlfriend as you clinked a glass with her.

he felt his mouth go dry when you licked the apple slice in the shot, sucking it dry before downing the shot in one go, neck tilting back, all exposed for him. he licked his lips, feeling the groin region of his pants become uncomfortably tight. he made his way over to you, the thumping beat of usher's 'yeah' filling his eardrums.

thick arms wrapped around your waist, and the bristle of a familiar beard warmed your neck as lewis wrapped himself around you, pressing soft kisses to your skin as you giggled and swayed against him. earned it by the weeknd began to play in the background and your smirked.

you let your head droop onto his shoulder, walking backwards with him onto the dance floor, hands wrapped around his own thick arms as you softly ground your hips into him, wining your ass against his gardening cock.

you sang the words, letting your hands slide down to his chest to feel the hard outline of his pecs, eyes narrowed sultrily as you swayed against him. his eyes were a jet black as he took in your movements, one hand sliding down to grip your hips and squeeze.

"I need you to take me back to the hotel, lew" you moaned, as he ground up into you. your words had him growling softly, dragging you out of the club to his car, ignoring the hoots and hollers from the younger drivers.

the car ride back was charged and electric as you made our hungrily, teeth and tongues clashing as you both moaned lewdly enough for the driver to hear.

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in the hotel, you could hardly wait till you reached your room, and almost immediately, clothes were tossed in all corners of the room, and you were sinking to you knees on the soft carpet as lewis sank into the bed

"you did so well today baby, fighting to the win? getting what you really deserve?that's some pretty badass driving, and it was really fucking sexy to watch as well" you mumbled against his lips, feeling him smirk against yours as you did."you did so well, i think you deserve a reward. after everything you've fought through, you came out on top like the champion you are" you continued, walking backwards onto the bed, reaching up to caress his collarbone, leaning down to suck on the skin of his neck, gently running your hands down to his underwear, tracing his waist, gently squeezing the hardened muscle, fingers tracing his abs feeling him harden against you.

you pulled your hair into a ponytail, hands gently trailing down his stomach, feeling the goosebumps break out on his body, watching as you sunk down to your knees again, crawling forward, swaying your ass seductively behind you, and you felt his cock get visibly harder.

"you deserve to fuck my mouth. my winner" you whispered softly,running your hands up his thighs, feeling his muscles clench as you did. nodding his approval to you, he cleared his throat, hand gently squeezing your shoulder.

lewis watched you lick your lips as you unbuttoned and unzipped, pulling down his pants and boxers until his hard dick bounced free, almost smacking against you. you looked up at him as you wet your lips.

"im going to give you the sloppiest blowjob ever" you grinned, glancing up at him before kissing his tip. "all for my 104 time race winner" you continued.

he smiled as he watched you grin, before opening your mouth wide and taking his cock on your waiting tongue. you licked and sucked on just the tip as you teased his balls and drew circles into his calf.

lewis knew he would have the time of his life. his one (of many about you) weakness was the feel of your mouth on his dick, and he bit back a gulp as he saw the lust in your eyes. eyes as you eased him deeper, inch by inch.

"fuck," he whispered softly, watching you start sucking, laving your tongue against him. his chest heaved as he groaned quietly, letting you ease your lips back to the tip before taking him again. he watched the way your cheek bulged with a twinge of pride.

he hit the back of your throat, feeling the sensation through his entire body, and he reached for the back of your head with both his big hands, holding you in place while you sucked on him.

you sucked and licked him with your mouth, the friction a delicious heat as you went faster with each stroke.

you moaned around him and lewis jerked himself deep inside until he was hitting the back of your throat again, making you choke a little.

"you're my everything" he grunted as you grabbed his hips with both hands and bobbrf your head, taking a little more of him with each stroke. the wet, lewd sounds as you hollowed your cheeks and took him had him bucking into your mouth

lewis ground his hips into you, hand pushing you onto his dick. you moaned and gagged s as you sucked on him

lewis felt the rising torrent in his body as he threw his head back.  he watched you open your mouth wide and take him inside, licking the underside of his cock and drooling all over his length.

the motion was enough to make him burst into your mouth, making you gasp as his cum filled your mouth. your mouth didn't relent, sucking harder as he cried out, cumming more as you swallowed all of him.

he dragged you swiftly up from the floor, pushing you on your back into the bed, lifting your dress, he bunched the material up so it rested on your waist; your ass that you were waving at him prior was on display. lewis' lips found your straining nipples as he licked them, sucking and biting till they were dripping in saliva and he had you whining and twisting above him, one hand pinching the nipple he wasn't able to suck, alternating.

he continued to suck as moved your panties to the side, stroking up your thighs, before bending down and softly licking at your pussy, making you moan.

“fuck, you're so wet. how long have you been like this?” he asked, licking your clit.

you groaned. “since we started getting ready to leave" you moaned, head falling against the pillow as his tongue shoved into your weeping hole, tasting your juices. "please…" you moaned as his finger rubbed your clit in slow circles, just the way you liked it, and you moaned loudly, biting your lip and shutting your eyes.

his fingers moved to your hole while his tongue turned to your clit, flicking the bean with his tongue, laving his tongue over it and sucking it in between his lips. his actions had your hips ricocheting off the bed as his nose swiped your pussy and you were bucking into his face with lewd moans as he devoured your pussy like a man starved.

"mm..wanna ride you!" you groaned, and lewis was pulling off your pussy with a wet kiss, rolling you both over so you were on top.

"take a ride love," he opened his arms, welcoming you in as he helped you get on top of him.

once you were situated on his thighs, you grabbed ahold of his cock, lining it up with your pussy before sinking down on him, planting your feet on the mattress to grind back and forth, before slowly transitioning too bouncing on his cock.

your clit was brushed against the small patch of hair on his pubic bone, and the friction felt absolutely amazing.

your hands moved up to his chest, as you began to move your hips. lewis' hands moved to your hips, as his own bucked up making you whimper.

"feel so good, baby. so good” he moaned, and you moaned as his huge dick spread you out. you began to bounce down, faster and harder.

lewis felt euphoric as he watched you move faster, his hands coming up your hair,

he was deep, deep inside you and his dick was hitting that place where you both felt incredibly good. you could feel him all the way up in your stomach.

"you deserve all the wins!" you whined and harry nodded, his mouth forming an O shape. "fuck!" lewis grunted, curls sticking to his forehead.

"i'm gonna cum" he said, gripping your hips and spearing you up and down in his cock, planting his own feet on the mattress as he started fucking up into you.

his hand wrapped around to your ass, smacking the jiggling flesh harshly, the other wrapping around your neck and hips periodically, spanking you and caressing your curves, mouth dipping to your nipples to suck them hard.

the overwhelming sensations had you squealing as you bounced faster, cries and squeals leaving your mouth as your tits bounced wildly and your pussy clenched on his big dick.

"wanna paint your pussy white" he groaned as he pounded your pussy, hips snapping into you like a jack hammer, hammering your sweet spot as you moaned incoherently on top of him.

"cum in my pussy baby" you babbled, nails digging into his chest as he smacked your ass again harshly, making your pussy squeeze. when he reached down and began to violently rub your clit, you came with a scream, your pussy clamping down on his dick like a vice.

the sensation had his stomach fluttering as you gushed over him, crying and groaning as he sucked your nipples, before emptying his load into you with a moan.

he spilled ropes of his cum into you, shuddering against you as he felt you milk his cock. "I love you" you painted, hands clinging to him for support as you went boneless. lewis' broad arms dragged you down on top of him, cock still inside you and twitching, keeping you stuffed full of his cum.

"i adore you and love you so much" lewis said, kissing your forehead as he cuddled into you.

"i love you more. i hope you liked your present" you grinned, giggling when he swiped his fingers in your pussy and licked up your juices.

a night fit for a winner.

your winner.

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a/n : i shall go bathe in holy water. enjoy my lovelies! ♥️

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[johnnyvalance]

my notes i took for the show (edited for eloquence’s sake)

ACT 1:

right away the audience was on point. for the whole show everyone was laughing super loud, clapping, etc etc

everyone cheered for sky, and as a result brody broke character and did a small clap for him as well :,)

right before ggah steve and ponyboy dapped each other up

when the whole gang entered the house in RITF, someone (i believe steve, but i can’t remember) was carrying ace and she said “hey darrel :D”

after cherry poured the drink on dally, one of the soc boys yelled “GO BACK TO JAIL!” to him lmfaoo

”eat shit marcia” was unnaturally calm and it was kinda scary

far away from tulsa fucking destroys me every time.

i feel extreme pain everytime sky opens hos mouth omg

please pardon the dead meme but KWP put his whole bobussy into the drowning scene he was INTENSE

absolute chills on RRB what the fuck i mean i always do but. god.

intermission notes just cuz 😋

soo internet was super shitty

lindsay and i were looking for eachother but it took forever cuz the messages weren’t sending

i was in SRO and so it was super cramped during intermission cause everyone was passing around me

but lowkey i loves SR and almost more than sitting

i had insane view and i like standing

anyways i found lindsay and we had a super fun talkkk

SJFJFJ

meet ur mutuals guys 10/10 recommend

ACT 2:

HOLT FUCK OK

during JFT there was an insane marbit moment

marcia kinda like ran to two bit to check on him while he was getting jumped

but she got pulled back

and then two bit was like REACHING for her and screaming and he was getting dragged back due to him getting beat up

daryl. tofa. holy christmas

his guttural SCREAM

he’s everything

joshua boone ate up the “cop bastards lady bastards you keep moving” monologue

i genuinely got scared he was so intimidating

god bless whoever made daryl tofa sing hth. it was amazing

after johnny died pony was really quietly like

”johnny.. johnny.. oh oh oh oh no oh no”

and brody was like hand over his mouth shocked

before kneeling over

and then pony and soda were hugging eachother for most of the beginning of little brother

ohhh fuck my life

marbit moment in little brother? they like stared at eachother for a solid few seconds

dallys like battle pose while he was on the tracks

he was hitting his chest during “do it for ponyboy, do it for johnny cade etc etc” and then opening in anguish before balling them up into fists again

during ponyboy’s monologue you cod hear him silently sobbing

idk if it was acting or real but it HURT.

jason started actually crying during soda’s breakdown

brody sold the depression and grief so well that shit HURT

[jeyramarie]

The recruit- Yelena Belova x reader (Season 2, Part 5)

Summary: The Void really brings up memories we wanna erase just to destroy you or even, sometimes, build you.

w.c: 3,852

warnings: descriptions of blood, deaths, body shaming, torture, abuse, mentions of domestic abuse

a/n: it took a bit to write cause work has been… insane🤡 but by next part the plot of the movie ends and the remaining parts will be my original work 👀 lmk if you wanna be tagged and happy reading 🤍

part 1~ part 2~ part 3~ part 4

Previously on The recruit...

The darkness got closer to the blonde, she stopped in front of it and looked upward, listening to her girlfriend and father calling out for her. Yelena took a deep breath, lifting her foot to get sucked into the void but instead, she was quickly pulled back. She fell to the ground in surprise, confused on who pulled her out. Y/n stood in front of her with her back to the darkness as she stared into the green eyes that always put her at ease. 

She remembered when she met Yelena. Y/n’s first mission with Valentina and Yelena’s first mission with a partner. First partner after Natasha, that is. The blonde despised her, but Y/n was always in trance with her. Her eyes were what captivated her since she sat across from her on that train in Romania. Alexei grabbed onto the blonde as she kicked and shouted for the y/h/c, watching as the love of her life got surrounded by darkness, turning into nothing but a shadow. 

Y/n opened her eyes and was quickly blinded by sunlight. She looked around, noticing that she was in a park. The breeze grazed her skin in a familiar way, recognizing the smell that lingered almost immediately. Central Park looked its best that summer and there stood 6 y/o Y/n, doing cartwheels. 

“Mommy, come do cartwheels with me!” Y/n shouted as she began to try and do cartwheels while Cooper, her dog, knocked her down causing her to chuckle.

“Be careful, sweetie! You’re gonna break your neck.” Liz, her Mom, laughed as she walked towards her daughter. The little girl did three more cartwheels with her mom, getting loud claps and cheers from Michael, her Dad. 

“Mom.. Dad..” Y/n whispered in shock, watching her parents smile. Something she never thought she’d see again. 

Her chest felt tight and her eyes began to swell up in tears, slowly remembering the outcome of that day. She began to shake her head, closing her eyes tightly as gunshots rang around the park. Y/n covered her ears, kneeling on the ground, wishing for the noise to stop. 

“No, please, no.” She sobbed, opening her eyes to see her parents' corpse lying on the ground. 

Y/n heard herself scream as she was being dragged into Dreykov’s car. “No, Mommy, no.”

Tears ran down her cheeks as Y/n sobbed harder, praying to God for it to be over. She didn’t notice due to her crying, but it was quiet. Everything was quiet and then suddenly-

“Mommy, come do cartwheels with me!”

The small voice broke her trance, causing Y/n to open her eyes and look around. 

“Be careful, sweetie! You’re gonna break your neck.” 

Y/n slowly stood up, drying her cheeks as she realized that it was happening again. “It’s a loop.” She muttered to herself. “I have to get out of here.” 

The widow started running away from herself, away from her parents, away from the park. She ran across the street and down the sidewalk realizing she didn’t know where she was going. Y/n can’t just run into oblivion. 

“This isn’t real.” She muttered to herself, looking around her, trying to find a building she could recognize. 

At the end of the street, she caught a glimpse of what used to be her apartment complex. Her memory was intact. Even if she was brainwashed by the Red Room, her memories were always present. Maybe it was Dreykov’s way of feeling bad for the girl. 

The widow continued to run down the road, pushing away people that were on the way. Some of them fell, causing her to feel slight guilt but she needed to get to that building. She carelessly ran across the road, ignoring every car that drove up and down that street. 

Y/n ran into the building and found herself somewhere else. She stood in a ballet studio with an angry Russian lady staring angrily at her. 

“Y/n, you are late.” She spoke, her accent thick, it was clear she wasn’t fluent in english. 

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Volkov.” 15 y/o Y/n replied softly before running to the barre with the rest of the widows. 

She stood in first position, shoulders down, chin up, like a perfect little ballerina. The Russian lady walked towards her, hitting her stomach with a long wooden ruler. 

“Stomach in!” She shouted before hitting her hip. “Hips straight.” 

The last kept her eyes on the y/h/c, tearing her apart with every imperfection she found. Y/n was never the leanest of the group. Thanks to her mother’s Hispanic heritage, by the age of 13 Y/n had the body of a 16 year old. She had hips, a small waist, round butt and, definitely, more boobs than the rest of the girls. 

“Have you gained weight?” Volkov asked, furrowing her brows. 

“I don’t know, Mrs. Volkov.”

“Have you weighed yourself?” 

“No, Mrs. Volkov.” 

“Why not?” 

“I-I’ve been training, Mrs. Volkov.” Y/n replied nervously. “With computers.” 

“Computers, huh?” She scoffed before waving to the rest of the widows to leave the room. 

It was just them as Y/n’s breath caught up at her throat, feeling her hands get sweaty. She wished she could forget these moments in the Red Room. There were moments of embarrassment and shame where all her insecurities were thrown on the table. 

It made her vulnerable. It was just what Dreykov wanted so he could manipulate her into doing whatever he asked. That way he could shape her into the widow he wanted. He wanted someone like Natasha. 

Y/n turned around, facing away from Mrs. Volkov and her younger self. She couldn’t bear to see herself be hurt over and over again, specially over something she can’t control. She can’t control how her body is shaped. She remembered how she felt back then, so with all her courage, Y/n faced them one more time before walking to stand in front of her younger self. Taking the whip of the wooden ruler against her skin. 

She closed her eyes and prepared for the impact but nothing came. Y/n opened her eyes and found herself in Valentina’s old headquarters. It was like an office floor with cubicles all around her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone walking in front of her, it was 20 year old Y/n. 

All the memories flooded back in a second. It was her first day working with Valentina. She had hoped it would be different from her previous jobs. Y/n just hoped she wasn’t left out by the team again. On that particular day, she had to wear her tech backpack filled with all the machinery she used to hack into anything that was needed. 

“Y/n, I’m glad you could make it.” Valentina spoke, walking towards the y/h/c with a bright, clearly fake, smile. 

“Of course, thank you for calling.” She smiled, putting down her backpack. 

“Thank you for answering.” Valentina nodded. “I’ve been very impressed with your curriculum, Red Room widow, tech genius, just what our team needs.” 

“I’m here to help.” 

“Alright well, I’ll leave you to mingle around while I go to my meeting, call me if you need anything.” 

“Of course, thank you, again.” Y/n smiled, waving at the brunette as she walked away. 

“Y/n?” A voice questioned from behind her causing her to turn. There was a redhead behind her, holding a clipboard and a pen. 

“Yes, hi.” 

“Valentina told me it’s your first day, I’m one of the agents.” She spoke, extending her hand for the y/h/c. 

“That’s cool, I’m here to help with the tech, do you wanna see what I’ve been working on?” Young adult Y/n spoke in excitement. Present Y/n stared in pity, silently asking herself to not show her works or gadgets. 

“This little thing can destroy a whole security system.” She said, holding up a pen drive before digging her hand into her bag. “And this is a voice recognition watch I made for the agents on the field, Oh! and you have to see these really cool contact lenses I made. They’re so cool, you have to try them out.” 

Y/n turned to see that the girl was long gone. She was speaking to herself. Her eyes darted around the room to see the redhead talking to a group of people, sneaking glances at her as they all laughed. Another male agent walked by her, giving her hope that maybe not everyone was mean. 

“Hi, I’m new, is it okay if I grab lunch with you? I can show you my new gadgets-“ 

“No, thanks, not interested.” He chuckled jokingly and walked away. 

She remembers it so vividly. Y/n felt miserable those few months before her first mission with Valentina. Thankfully, she was partnered with Yelena before the year ended and the rest is history. Y/n walked backwards until she crashed into a wall. 

The y/h/c looked behind her to notice it wasn’t an office cardboard wall. It was a cement wall. Her eyes moved forwards to see an apartment. The apartment that she shared with Yelena. She saw herself pacing back and forth in the living room with her phone up to her ear. 

“Come on, Yelena, pick up.” She muttered to herself being met by her voicemail again. “Lena please pick up the phone, I just wanna know if you’re okay. Please call me.” 

Yelena had just walked out after having an argument. They would argue more than they’d like concerning the blonde’s unemployment plans. It was clear she had depression and Y/n everything she could to help. Instead, Yelena always pushed her away or walked away from the conversation when the y/h/c mentioned therapy. 

She watched herself crumble on the ground. Tears flowed from her eyes as she checked her phone every two seconds. Y/n always had a deep fear that Yelena was going to result to be like the people from her past. People from work who rejected her, teachers from the Red Room staring down at her. It was a fear she spoke about once with the blonde, when they first met. 

Y/n turned her eyes away from her crying self, staring at the bathroom mirror at the end of the hall. She didn’t see her reflection, she saw Bob sitting in the middle of a room. He looked and gave her a shy smile with a small wave. 

“Bob?” She called out, walking towards the bathroom slowly. “Where are you?”

“I’m in my room.” He replied and shrugged, looking around innocently. 

Y/n looked around, trying to find something to break the glass. Instead, she placed her hands on the mirror, watching as her fingers went through it. She looked forward and found herself in the bedroom. Her eyes drifted over her shoulder to see herself crying on the ground through the mirror. 

“Are you okay?” Bob asked, fidgeting with his fingers. 

“Um, I- I think so, yeah..” Y/n chuckled dryly, walking towards him. “Are you okay?” 

He shrugged. “It’s quiet here.”

“The only quiet room, I assume.” 

“It is, yeah.” He nodded looking around before looking at the y/h/c. “What did you see?” 

“Many things of my past that I wish could be erased from my memory.” Y/n shook her head giving Bob a sad smile. “Also there's like an eternal darkness covering New York right now, you wouldn’t know anything about that would you?”

Bob opened his mouth to reply but was quickly cut off by shouts and plates being shattered. Y/n walked closer to the brunette as she started at the ground to see an upward view of a dining room. There was a man shouting at a little boy as he pushed off the plates from the table. A woman sat at the end of the table, pulling the little boy back to avoid potential injuries. Y/n didn’t connect the dots until the man shouted “Bobby”. 

“So… this is you?” The y/h/c asked, pointing at the picture in front of them. Bob stared upward at the widow, nodding his head as he played with a rubik's cube. “I’m sorry.” 

“No, it's okay.” He chuckled as his eyes swelled up in tears. 

Y/n sat next to Bob, scooching closer to him before throwing her arm over his shoulders. He immediately leaned into her embrace, letting his tears fall freely. That’s when he noticed the widow was right, he could trust her. Even with his most vulnerable self. 

“It’s okay, I’m here for you.” She whispered, rubbing his arm up and down as he continued to silently cry. “It’s good to let it out.” 

“That’s funny.” He chuckled, leaning back as he wiped his tears. “Yelena told me to just push it down.” 

“As much as I love that woman, don’t listen to her when it comes to emotions.” Y/n shook her head with a chuckle. “She’s still learning how to handle them.” 

“Good thing she has you though.” Bob shrugged with a soft smile. 

“I guess, yeah.” She shrugged. “I don’t know if it’s a good thing she has me.” 

“Well it’s a good thing you have each other.” 

“Yeah, but enough about me.” Y/n stated, tilting her head. “We should really get out of here cause of the whole darkness covering New York thing.”

Bob smiled and was about to reply when everything started trembling and a small table flew towards the y/h/c. He pulled her down as the table crashed against her back. Objects began to fly around the room as they stood up in a hurry. Y/n walked backwards until her back met the walls when a pair of makeshift hands grabbed her shoulders, holding her in place. 

“Bob, your wall has hands and it's grabbing me!” She shouted in fear before being pushed to the middle of the room. “What the hell is going on?”

“It’s not me!” He shouted before a book hit the back of his head. “I promise I’m not doing this!”

“Tell your room to stop attacking me!” The y/h/c shouted dodging books and papers that flew at her. 

Bob had tripped on the ground, causing the y/h/c to help him stand as they continued to duck, avoiding the books and chairs that flew at them. The curtains snapped and flew to them, wrapping around their necks. The fabric tightened as their faces turned red, trying to release themselves from the hold. 

“Don’t try fighting.. it will- o-only make it worse.” Bob mumbled, trying to relax under the hold. 

The grip got tighter and tighter as the y/h/c attempted to pull it away from her neck. Even if she tried to relax, the fabric was gripping her skin too strongly. Her airways were closing and the y/h/c felt her vision beginning to blur. She only thought about Yelena. What would happen when she found her? Was she even going to be found? 

Her hands started tingling, slowly letting go of the fabric as her knees buckled. ‘This is it.’ Y/n thought. ‘This is the day I die.’ Her eyes began to flutter as she felt her body shut down from lack of oxygen. A burning sensation erupted from her chest to her neck, Y/n’s body giving up when a knife, held by Ava, came flying, cutting the fabric. 

The y/h/c’s body begal to fall down but never touched the ground as Yelena immediately caught her. The blonde held her as the almost unconscious girl erupted in constant coughs. Something ignited in Yelena when she somehow arrived in the room. Y/n’s arms were falling limply by her side as hysteria invaded her head. Yelena couldn’t possibly even begin to put it into words. 

Y/n meant everything to her. Even on their first mission, her chest would feel heavy if Y/n got hurt in any way. Physically or emotionally. 

“Breathe, Y/n, Breathe.” The blonde muttered, trying to examine the y/h/c’s face. “Malysh, breathe, please.” 

“You came for us.” Y/n whispered in a raspy voice, staring up around the room to see the rest of the team before looking back at the blonde. “What did you see? Are you okay?” 

“Oh, I’m fine.I have a great past so..” Bucky shrugged with a sarcastic tone. “I’m totally fine.” 

“Yeah, this place is messed up.” John shook his head.  

“We are here together.” Alexei spoke, looking around the room before sending a warm smile to the y/h/c. “That’s what matters.” 

“Can you stand?” Yelena whispered, cupping Y/n’s cheek as she stared in worry. “Do you feel okay?” 

Y/n nodded and sat up before standing on her feet with the blonde’s support. She felt like she was floating for a second but was quickly grounded when Yelena cupped her face. Their eyes met and both of them felt like they were alone in that room. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m okay, yeah.” Y/n nodded, kissing the blonde’s palms before lowering her hands. 

“Thank you guys.” Bob spoke, nodding his head as tears welled up in his eyes. “Really.”

“Of course.” Ava replied. “Here we are, Shane’s Elite Electronic Thunderbolts.”

“It’s not Shane.” Alexei whined in defeat.

“Okay, well, how do we get out of here?’” John asked, wiping sweat off his brow. 

The room fell silent as Y/n turned to Bob, who met her gaze. Her mind replayed everything they had spoken up until then. She thought that perhaps he had let slip something throughout their conversation. But before the y/h/c could speak, Bob was already ahead. 

“As far as I know it’s just endless rooms.” He spoke in defeat. 

“You told me this was one of the quietest rooms.” Y/n said, stepping forward as Yelena stood next to her. “Maybe the only way is to go into the worst room, the loudest… Can you show us?” 

“Um, I-”

“Bob, this can be the only way.” Yelena added. “We’re here with you, you won’t go throught that alone.” 

He took a deep breath and nodded his head softly before kneeling down, pushing down the picture he had seen earlier with Y/n. The picture moved downward, revealing some stairs that led to a hallway. They were in an attick. They all stood in Bob’s safe place which was the attick in his childhood home. The place where he would run to whenever his Dad got loud or violent. 

Y/n walked down first, leading the team down the hallway to pass ect to the dining room. His angry father stood there, sending them death stares. The widow was ready to throw a punch but John was two steps ahead when he slammed his shield against the man’s face. Very much deserved. Right then, the room started shaking as things began to fly around the room as it did earlier. 

“Guys, come on!” Bucky called out, standing inside a closet. 

Everyone followed the soldier and found themselves falling instead of entering another room. They fell on the ground and Y/n lifted her head, staring around them as she tried to figure out where they were. She began to bring herself up her knees when a hard sign slapped her across the face, causing her to fall once again. Yelena lifted her head in shock to see someone dressed in a chicken suit, swinging a sign around. 

“Oh no.” Bob muttered, watching his high self swing the sign again to hit Alexei. 

Drug addict Bob swung the sign around, hitting John and Ava in one take. The Russian grabbed Bob by the shoulders, clearly annoyed by the man in the chicken suit running around. 

“If you hit me one more time-” BAM! Alexei was cut off by the sign slamming against his shoulder, pushing him away to the ground. 

“I was on meth!” Bob shouted desperately. 

“You did meth?!” Y/n shouted in return as she dodged one of the swings before Bucky slammed his metal fist into the mask. 

Ava opened a latch that led down to a basement. They all piled through the door and were met with a hard floor. Painful grunts and groans echoed around the room as Bob lifted his head to see a familiar lab. That was the lab he was in when Valentina experimeinted on him. At that moment, he couldn’t help but think about who he was before the medical trial. The only downside is that he didn’t remember. His memory has been fuzzy ever since he woke up inside the vault. 

They all stood slowly, looking around in tension in case anything attacked. Yelena looked around, noticing the tables and experiment beakers spilled over the surfaces. At the other side of the lab, stood a gurney with lights above and two shadows. A dark figure sat on the gurney, facing away from them as they all stared in question. 

“I’ve been here before.” Yelena spoke. 

“This is where it started.” Bob added as the door behind them closed as they all walked towards it. “I was roaming around Southeast Asia, trying to figure something out, at least not doing more drugs and there's this guy that started talking to me about a medical study, a trial drug that could make me stronger. It felt like a miracle… If I were to show the void that I was more, that I was something..”

“And look what you unleashed.” The Void replied, standing from the gurney to face the team. “The most shameful thing was thinking you could be anything more than… nothing.” 

“We’re leaving.” Yelena spat, stepping forward as the y/h/c immediately reached out, failing to grab her. 

“No. The void spoke as the gurney behind it lifted from the ground, flying towards Alexei and Yelena. 

They crashed against the door with the table pressing against them. A ceiling panel was ripped out of the ceiling, charging over to Bucky, trapping him against one of the experiment stations. Another piece of metal flew from the ceiling, stabbing John in the shoulder, being bolted to a desk while Ava was thrown back to be trapped against the wall with a huge chunk of metal. Bob and Y/n stood in the middle of the room, staring at their friends before looking at each other in fear. 

“This is the one you think cares about you?” The Void question, tilting his head towards the y/h/c before lifting his hand towards her. 

Her body was lifted from the ground before flying to the side, crashing into glass doors against the wall. Y/n fell with a loud thud, immediately groaning as she turned her body to the side. She didn’t feel even close to recovering when her body was lifted again, flying to the middle of the room to be slammed into the ceiling before being released to the ground. 

“What are you doing? Stop!” Yelena shouted in anger as she attempted to wiggle out of her restraint. 

“L-let them go. Let her go.” Bob spoke shakingly as heis eyes watered. 

“Her?” The Void lifted his hand, making a wire come up from the ground, wrapping around her neck tightly. “You think they care about you? You don’t matter to anyone.”

“That’s not true!” Yelena shouted and grunted in pain as a metal wire pulled her neck back. 

“Don’t hurt her.”

“Which one?” 

The wires went tighter around Yelena and Y/n, making them choke. The y/h/c tilted her head slightly, watching the blonde struggle against her restraints. Out of all the possible outcomes Y/n could have imagined or prepared for, this was not one of them. Yelena and herself being restrained, strangled, not really able to save each other. The worst possible unplanned outcome. Who's gonna save them now? 

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Colic

Pernille Harder x Hardersson!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: You develop colic

Magda returns to England after six weeks.

She would have stretched it longer but there were Champion's League fixtures starting up again and she needed to be there to keep the Chelsea girls in check.

So, after six weeks, it's just you and Pernille.

For the most part, you're a calm baby. You don't do much. You cry, you eat, you sleep. Sometimes, if you're feeling particularly active, you try to pull Pernille's fingers into your mouth and suck on them.

You're practically an angel baby...Though you're quite firmly attached to your Momma.

She can't set you down for a nap until you're fully asleep otherwise you'll cry and whine until you can see her again. She can't let other people hold you without being nearby otherwise you panic. There's not a moment that goes by where you don't want to be attached to her.

You're almost equally attached to Magda but it's still a pretty easy transition for you to lean fully into Pernille being your remaining caregiver.

It also means though, that with Magda returning to England, Pernille also returns to training. She's not ready to join the team just yet, not so soon after your birth so she's just gone back to light training.

For the first day back, she had wanted to be well rested but you seemed to have caught a case of colic so were crying for hours on end all night.

You're still whiney and tearful, rhythmically sucking on your dummy (one of the only things that Pernille can use to get you to stop sobbing) when she pulls up at the training centre.

The staff members suitably coo at you before Pernille escapes into the gym. It's mostly empty apart from the trainer that's working with her as the other girls are out training on the pitch.

Thankfully for Pernille, you've slipped off to sleep as she begins her workout.

She's completely exhausted, bags under her eyes and movements sluggish as she uses the machines.

"Rough night?" The trainer asks.

She gives him a tight smile. "She got colic. She wouldn't stop crying until four in the morning." She spares a glance over at you. "We're lucky that she's tired too otherwise we wouldn't even be able to do half of this."

The trainer laughs, clapping Pernille on the back. "My wife and I had our son a few years back. Colic doesn't last forever."

"It feels like it does."

They share a laugh just as the other girls fill into the room.

"Pernille!" Pajor cheers," You're back!"

Pernille drops her weights. "I'm back."

More girls flood in and move to crowd around where you're napping. It's the first time for a lot of them that they've seen you in person. Of course, everyone had known you were born and had seen the picture on the group chat but never in person.

"She's beautiful," Popp compliments as she crouches down to look at you," She's so, so beautiful. Like an angel."

"When she isn't crying, she is," Pernille replies.

The crowd swells for a moment as she moves through and picks you up, swaddling you up tightly in your oversized baby blanket. Everyone coos and looks like they're moments away from snatching you from her arms.

"Alright," She says eventually," Are your hands clean? You can all have a quick hold before we go."

A line forms quickly, girls pushing each other to try to edge forward.

"Just quick holds," Pernille says," She's been very tearful lately. I don't want her to wake up in someone else's arms and start crying."

Thankfully, you stay asleep all through your holds and all through the car ride. It's at home where everything falls apart.

You spit out your dummy and screech and whine and sob even when you're safe in Pernille's arms.

You scream so much that your little cheeks turn an alarming shade of red and Pernille paces the length of her apartment to try to soothe you to no avail.

She tries feeding you, setting you down for a nap, changing you but nothing works.

"Please," She says softly, feeling exhausted and utterly broken and thinking about just how unfair it is that Magda's away in England while she's hanging on by a thread with a colicky baby that just won't stop crying," Please stop. Please, please, please."

But you don't stop. You reject your dummy. You reject a feed. You reject all comfort and you scream and cry until you're red in the face and gagging over your own tears.

Pernille starts crying too. From frustration. From exhaustion. From genuine despair over the fact that you haven't stopped crying for hours.

She thinks about calling Magda after nearly two and a half hours but there's nothing Magda can do to help but offer kind words and encouragement and, if that had happened, Pernille's ninety percent sure she would have snapped viciously at her partner without explanation.

So, it's just you (you who's screaming and crying and nearly throwing up) and Pernille (who's crying and pacing and trying to soothe you to no avail).

"Please," Pernille sobs as you continue to scream, your lips taking on a slightly blue tinge from the lack of oxygen you're getting," Oh, please, princesse."

She does another lap of the apartment. She checks to see if you need to be changed. She tries to feed you. She tries to get you to nap.

"Okay, okay, we're going to try this, alright?"

Pernille wipes her own tears away as she starts to run the bath, stripping both herself and you down and sliding into the water. You lay on her chest as she slowly pours lukewarm water over your back as her other hand gently rubs at your head.

You didn't have much hair (and her doctor had assured her that a lot of your wispy baby hair would fall out soon) but it was enough that Pernille could brush against it as you lay on her.

Your face is still scrunched up, a little crinkle between your brows, but you've stopped crying. You coo as more water runs down your back and you finally look up at Pernille, your eyes no longer glassy or tearful.

Curiously, you reach up and poke at her mouth with you little fingers.

Pernille smiles down at you, playfully biting at them before she readjusts.

Your lips are back to a normal colour again and your red cheeks are fading.

She sighs in relief.

"Why are you crying so much, huh?" She teases," Do you miss your Morsa? Is that what it is? I miss her too but we've got each other to look after now, alright? We're gonna be okay, princesse. It's all going to be okay."

[ashblooddragons]

My Heart, My Ruin (Chapter 1/?)

Warning! implied marital rape at the end

25 ac Oldtown 

Rhaellas pov

I’m sitting next to Mama resting my head on her belly feel the baby move around. Kepus is getting married to a lady named Ceryse Hightower. I keep looking up at the ceiling as I love the art up there.

“Darling it’s time to watch and pay attention, the bride is coming down the aisle.” Mama says as Papa helps her stand up before he reaches over to pick me up so I can watch.

“I still can’t believe Father agreed to this, he’s only ten and three, barely out of boyhood and now he’s getting wed off?” Papa says he’s been saying that a lot lately.

When I see the bride I gasp, her dress is so pretty. It's made out of white shiny smooth stuff, green butterflies on her shoulders, and she's wearing a gold tiara with bright green stones in it. I hope one day I look that pretty when I'm married. I look down at the dress I'm wearing and smile, it's dark purple just like Kepus's eyes, and it sparkled when I was in the sun.

“There is nothing we can do, it is their child, it is their choice.” Mama says hushing Rhaena who is in our Nursemaid's arms.

“She is ten years his senior, wouldn't her family want her with someone closer to her age?” Papa continues. 

“Most likely, but he is a prince, what better match would they find?” Mama responds as she rubs her back, she does that a lot now that her belly is so big.

I look over at Kepus, he doesn't seem happy, aren't people supposed to be happy when getting married? That's what Mama and Papa say at least, so why does he seem sad?

Once the bride finally meets Kepus at the alter the Stepton starts warping ribbon around their hands. 

“What is the ribbon for?” I whisper to Papa, or I at least try. 

“It's symbolic, the ribbon is a way to show their union is strong, that they are now bound, tied together forever.”  For some reason, I don't like the thought of Kepus being bound to someone, to her.

I grow curious again when they start chanting the same thing “Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger. I am his-her's, he-she is mine from this day until the end of my days.” 

“Why are they saying the same things?”

Papa chuckles when Mama giggles at my curiosity, they always say I'm as curious as a cat. 

“They are swearing before the gods that they are now bound, married.” Papa explains rubbing my back when I start to pout. He must not realize I don't like Kepus being married because he says this instead. “Shhh, you can stand on your own soon darling.” 

Once they are announced husband and wife everyone claps and cheers loudly. It startles me and Rhaena causing Mama and Papa to try and calm us down as Rhaena screams and I start to cry. 

“I told you bringing them to the wedding wasn't a good idea.” Mama says trying to get Rhaena to calm down. 

“They were fine until it got too loud for their little ears, isn't that right darling.” Papa says as he kisses my head and rests my head on his shoulder covering my other ear with his hand. 

Papa's hand are soft, not bumpy on the palms like Kepus, I want Kepus's hands to hold me, not Papa's.

Maegors pov

I know the Lords and Ladies are cheering, but all I can hear is Rhaella's sobs. Must be too loud, she never did like large crowds or loud noises, let alone the two combined. I think to myself trying to to scream at the crowd to shut up.

“Are you ready for the feast, husband?” My now wife, lady Ceryse Hightower asks with a smirk. 

She is beautiful, I'll give her that, but there is no world where she could match the fire within me. 

“I suppose.” 

She doesn't seem to like my short responses, as she frowns but quickly hides it with a fake joyful smile.

As we walk out I catch sight of Rhaella, Aenys seems to be trying to calm her down. But she keeps shrugging off his touch, hopefully, she will enjoy the feast and festivities more than this worthless wedding. I swear I've caught at least five lords snoring in their seats, seems they found it just as hard to stay awake with the Septons hour long speech of love and marriage before I was actually married.

Once we make it out of the Stary Sept we climb into a carriage to wave and greet the small folk as they rejoice in this farce. 

“we didn't have the chance to truly yet to know each other, so I had a thought, what if we did a game as we ride towards the festivities?” Ceryse asks fixing her necklace. She doesn't seem excited by the idea, but I would much rather do this ‘game’ over sitting in uncomfortable silence.

“What sort of game?” 

“Hmm, hpw about I ask you a question and you have to answer it? This of course goes both ways.”

“Fine.” I say with a annoyed and resigned sigh.

“I'll go first then!” She says only to stop and think for a moment. “What is your favorite color?” 

The first thing that comes to my mind is Rhaella's eyes, those pools of lavender that just looking at makes you feel calm and at ease. But I can't answer with that, for it doesn't seem like he best way to start a marriage, by declaring I love to stare into my little niece's eyes. 

Then I turn to Rhaella’s hair, those wild pure sliver riglets. How you can always find, I imagine you’d only lose her in the snow they are that pure and uncorrupted, just like her. 

The last thought is how when Rhaella laughs her rosy cheeks almost become a true crimson. The way her laughter always sets off mine. It always makes the worst days better somehow. Always makes my soul feel like it isn't a pit of pure blackness ready to destroy everything dear to me, but instead, it has some joy yet to be dug up and found for the world to see. 

And when I look down at my crimson red jerkin I know the answer, I don’t even need to think anymore.

“Red.” 

“Oh? I find red too angry of a color, I much prefer the calmness of green. though I see the appeal it is one of your house cars after all.” Ceryse answers even without me asking her the same question. 

A talker it seems. I think dryly as she keeps rambling on, and on about what colors she deems gorgeous and the ones she deems not worthwhile and why. 

Once we finally make it to the Hightower I partially bolt out of the carriage to escape that woman’s gods forsaken chatter. How one could love the sound of their own voice that much is beyond me.

I take her hand out of habit, for I was always taught to take my mother's, Rhaella's, and now hers.

When we enter everyone cheers and I notice my brother cover Rhaella's ears leaning down to whisper reassuring words to calm you down. She squirms in his lap trying to stay calm but the way her little face frowns and petal lips pout I doesn't seem my brother is succeeding. 

“I heard you are quite close to your eldest niece.” Ceryes says as she smiles and waves at all who have come to celebrate in our union. 

“Yes, what of it?” 

She seems to flinch at my cold tones before answering. “Only that we both have that in common, we adore our families and would do anything for them.” She responds trying to stay cheery.

As soon as we make it to the high table my father begins a speech. The same speech he does at every feast. His nonsense of how we must stand as one realm and how unions between houses will further the seven Kingdoms prosperity. 

Every time I hear it I can't help but roll my eyes, these whole already know this, they don't need their King reminding them at every fucking wedding. 

I drown out my father hoping his speech will end. maybe it will bore me to death and I won't have to truly go through with this wedding? I think dryly until Rhaella leans over Aeny's reaching for me. 

“Kepus, I want Kepus!” She demands a loom of fury on her face. She must have been denied me too many times this eve. 

For the rest of the feast I hold my little niece close letting her play with my rings and cloak. It almost seems like everything will be fine again, like it's just the two of us in her favorite field to pick flowers so she can make flower crowns for me and her. But soon it crashes down, the bedding ceremony begins and Rhaella is taken to her chambers to sleep the night away, already having fallen asleep against my chest. 

The rest is a blur, all I remember is wishes for those woman to stop touching me, and once they did I have Ceryse undressing me. 

I lay the rest of the night awake trying not to think about how I still feel like a boy, not a man who must make children. A boy who shouldn't have been touched the way I was, I fight the bile that rises in my throat all night forcing it back down. I keep reminding myself this is my duty, this is what I must do for the good of my family, and I can not tremble, I can not be scared, and I can not hide from this anymore.

I turn my skin to steel, and my heart to stone. But try as I must, my soul will not turn cold, for Rhaella has already changed it for the better. 

And with that thought I turn onto my side and pray to the fourteen again that sleep will find me, and it seems this time they truly did hear me.

Series Masterlist

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[victoria-daydreams]

The Winner Takes It All || Challengers

Part III: The First Crack

AN: Guys, I'm not going to lie this is the most chaotic posting schedule known to man and I'm so sorry. Parts of this chapter got deleted not once, but TWICE! I had to walk away from this story before I did something I would regret, but I'm back again. I know for sure the engagement for this story will have decreased significantly, but I don't care. I've put too much time and brain power into this, so I'm seeing it through until the end, there's probably only three or four parts left anyways. A lot of song references sprinkled throughout and I took some minor inspiration from certain movies, I wonder if you’ll be able to guess it.

Trigger warnings: emotional cheating (Art and Gianna truly embodying the song B.A.S. in this one), slight manipulation

Word Count: 7.0k

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Part IV: Cocky Af

SIX YEARS LATER - US OPEN, AUGUST 2012

With a powerful forehand, Gianna hit the return back over the net, her muscles rippling with the effort. The neon green ball whizzed across the other side and straight down the court, just out of her opponent's reach. Immediately, Gianna felt her knees buckle and she fell back onto the court, letting out a cry. The thunderous applause and screams are instant, vibrating the hard court beneath her. She had did it, Gianna had did it. She was now the US Open Women's Champion.

Her hands covered her face, tears pricking in her eyes as Gianna's shoulders shook with soft sobs. All the sacrifices she made, every argument she had with her dad, the blood, sweat, and tears she shed had culminated to this very moment. Her crowning achievement, Gianna Langdon was a Grand Slam winner. The media had reported on her every move in the tournament, debating if she possessed the mental toughness to advance in the Open after having a rough start in her first match. Today, she proved her doubters and her most vocal critics wrong.

Composing herself a little, she dragged her hands down her face and sat up from the ground. Gianna rose to her feet and jogged her way over to Irina who was at the net patiently waiting there. Her head hung dejectedly, but she offered her hand to Gianna's shake which she accepted. The handshake was brief and Gianna released her hand to turn her attention to the umpire to thank them before facing the roaring crowd who maintained their rapturous applause.

With a grin that could rival the sun, Gianna began clapping herself before bowing several times to thank her fans and supporters. Staring out into the crowd, her eyes found her family's, their cheers were the only ones that truly mattered to her. Her brother and sisters were going wild in the stands, jumping up and down before embracing each other. Beside them, her mom and dad were openly crying and clapping harder than everyone else. Their eyes were filled with so much pride and joy that it almost made her want to break down sobbing again.

"What a journey this has been for you Gianna!" the interviewer began. "Tell me, what is going through your head right now?" she asked, before moving the mic over toward Gianna.

"Oh man," Gianna breathed out, still winded from the strenuous match only moments before. "There's not enough words in the dictionary to describe how I'm feeling right now!" she answered, a brilliant smile on her face. "This means the absolute world to me! I was pinching myself after I fell out onto the ground to make sure that this was actually happening," she continued, drawing out some laughter from the crowd.

"This is your first major title win, Gianna. How does it feel to finally hear those words spoken aloud?"

"It's incredible, truly," she replied, nodding her head. "I've been training so hard for this very moment since the day that my daddy put a tennis racket in my hand. And today, I'm finally bearing the fruits of my labor," she went on, resting her hands on her hips. "This title win is as much a dream come true not only for me, but for my dad as well, Maurice Langdon," she informed, and the Jumbotron camera quickly cut to her father in the stands. "Without his tutelage and guidance, I would not be where I am right now. When I left Stanford, I told my dad five words. 'Let's go make some magic'. I think I can safely say, we accomplished that here today," she finished, causing the crowd to aw at her outpouring of love for her father.

Smiling, her dad blew multiple kisses in her direction before placing his hand over his chest, genuinely touched by her praise.

"I did two things today that I previously thought impossible. I won a major title!" Gianna exclaimed excitedly, to which the crowd roared in cheers. "But more importantly, I made the Maurice Langdon shed tears for the first time ever!" she joked, a ripple of laughter echoed from the crowd as they were all probably familiar of her father's renowned stoic nature.

Gianna's on court interview lasted for a few more minutes before finally, it was time for the trophy presentation. She would forever be immortalized in tennis history with a picture of her proudly holding the US Open above her head. With her press conference wrapped up, the toll of the day was beginning to wear on her. Gianna was exhausted. Every bone, every muscle, every part of her.

Walking alone in an empty hallway within the Arthur Ashe Arena, the sound of Gianna's phone chiming echoed in the air. A smile lit up on face at the text she received from a name with snail emojis beside it.

"Can't wait to see you tonight, champ" with a winky face at the end of the message.

Matthias Schnell (snail as she liked to tease him since the words were similar in pronunciation) was a rising German tennis superstar much like herself. The two met at Wimbledon where they were both making eyes at each other during the tournament, but after she won against him and his partner in the mixed doubles semifinal match, Matthias congratulated her and asked her for number, the rest was history. They weren't official yet, but they were well on their way.

"Gianna!" a familiar voice called.

In a blink of the eye, her smile dropped from her face.

"I know that's not who I think it is," she thought.

Gianna clicked her phone back into sleep mode and quickened her pace, ignoring the repeated calls of her name. Until, she felt fingers lightly wrap around her wrist, an action which made her furiously whip around and rip her arm from the grasp of a strawberry blond haired man.

"Don't fucking touch me!" Gianna hissed.

"Gia—" Art began.

"No! You don't get to call me that!" she snapped, stabbing her finger in his direction. "You lost that privilege a long time ago!" she snarled.

"Please, Gianna," he pleaded, taking a step closer to her. "You ducked me in Atlanta," he reminded, only causing Gianna's nostrils to flare.

With a Nike baseball cap tucked low over her brow, Gianna made her way down the hall of the hotel. It was the night before the Atlanta Open, a tournament she usually didn’t pay any attention to, but this year she was here to support an old friend. Max Sullivan, a name she couldn't believe she was saying. After the Juniors Championship, they didn't part on the friendliest of terms and it was all Gianna's fault. She told Max to his face she thought he was a mediocre player and to add insult to injury, she also said she should take his trophy since she's the one who did all the work on the court. It was a mixture of immaturity, cockiness, and a kernel of truth.

Nonetheless, it would seem her words lit a fire under Max's ass, because from college and now as a professional tennis player, his growth had been tremendous. So, the only lesson Gianna took from that was, bullying works. Depending on his performance, she was considering them to be doubles partners again.

Placing her hand on the door handle to the stairwell, Gianna froze. It felt like someone was watching her. Without hesitation she turned her head in the direction of the hotel lobby, her heart all but stopped as her next breath caught in throat. Gianna's vision became similar to the dolly zoom effect at the sight of Art. The two of them were no longer standing on opposite ends of the hallway. By the second, it seemed like the distance between them was rapidly shrinking.

"Gia?"

He barely raised his voice, but it was just loud enough for her to hear as a soft frown creased his brow. Gianna didn't respond, instead choosing to avert her eyes to back to the door. Her breath beginning to quicken while her heart thumped wildly in her chest, the only thing keeping her on her feet was the death grip her fingers had around the door handle. Out of the corner of Gianna's eye, she could see Art slowly approaching towards her. Panic seized her at the thought of them being within arms reach of each other. They haven't spoken to one another in five years, Art's last attempt was rewarded with a swift slap across his cheek after he cornered her in their sophomore year, pleading for her to speak to him again.

"Gia, please, I'm begging you. I don't know how much longer I can take of this," Art pressed, desperation rife in his voice. "I miss you," he added, his voice cracking as he bent down slightly to try and meet her stare.

Gianna remained silent, keeping her gaze fixated on the cement with her arms folded tightly against her chest . A heavy, lingering silence engulfed them when Gianna finally flicked her eyes up to Art's, startling him. She did not mask her rage, Gianna's eyes burned with hatred which caused Art to flinch. Suddenly, her hand flew forward striking Art's cheek, the force of the blow causing his head to whip to the side. Then, she turned on her heel and stormed away.

Art was less than ten feet away from her when Gianna forcefully pulled the open, rushing clumsily up the stairs and almost twisting her ankle in the process.

"Gia wait!"

Art and Gianna had a silent, intense stare off for several moments, before Art cautiously took a step closer towards her with arms raised.

"Gianna, please. I just wanted to tell you congratulations on your first grand slam win," Art explained softly, with a weak smile.

"I don't want it, least of all from you," she spat, looking him up and down with a sneer.

"Will you at least hear me out?" he asked, frustration creeping in his voice. "I only want to talk," he stated.

A deep, scornful laugh bubbled out of Gianna as she slowly closed the gap between them.

"And what the fuck, would we have to talk about Arthur?" she asked icily, the harshness of her tone making Art recoil. "You know I want? I want you to be a good boy and run along," she continued, moving in for the final blow. "A pet should never stray too far from its master, so how about you go fetch the lost dreams of her career and leave me the hell alone!"

With every venomous word Gianna hurled at him, Art withered from the verbal daggers she threw at him until he was left in a state similar to which a dog would’ve been after it had been scolded by its owner. How fitting. If he'd had a tail, he would have tucked it between his legs.

Gianna's lip curled in disgust, "Fucking pathetic," she muttered, stalking away from him and purposefully letting her shoulder bump Art's arm as she left.

~~~x~~~

FIVE YEARS EARLIER — STANFORD UNIVERSITY, 2007

"40-15! Match point!" the chair umpire announced.

Gianna punched her fist in the air as the crowd erupted into applause and loud cheers, the yelling of her name mixed within them. It was only an exhibition match, but the Stanford bleachers were packed full as if it was the Junior's US Open all over again. It was the highly anticipated potential match up that never came to fruition at the tournament. Today, however, spectators could finally behold the athletic spectacle of two titans facing off against each other. More importantly, they wanted to see if Gianna had it in her, to pull off the upset of the day.

Glancing at her opponent on the other side of the net, Gianna watched Tashi shake her head in frustration, a deep scowl marring her pretty features as she picked at the strings of her racket. Behind Tashi, the ball boy bounced a ball to her and smoothly caught the ball with her racket.

Gianna crouched down, a smirk on her lips as she let the rubbery grip of her racket roll back and forth against her palms, rocking from side to side.

"One more point," she thought. "And I will have beaten Tashi two times in a row this week,"

The neon ball bounces softly off the ground and Gianna's grip tightened around the handle, readying herself. The moment Tashi released the ball high in the air and jumped to hit it, Gianna knew it was going to be excellent serve from her friend. Playing against Tashi was a tasking feat in itself, but going against her when she was absolutely livid and frustrated? Most competitors might as well be signing their own death certificates, Gianna however, had Tashi right where she wanted. Off-kilter and playing sloppy.

Whizzing over the net, the ball came flying at Gianna like a heat seeking missile and for a split second she wondered if Tashi had envisioned her face on the ball as she returned the serve. The next hit came in the form of a forehand slice and Gianna sent the ball back across the court with a strong one handed, backhand return. Tashi sprinted over to the ball, but fell a stride short as the ball bounce off the ground with a force that made dirt kick up.

"Game, set and match, Gianna Langdon," the chair umpire announced in a loud voice. "6-3, 6-3".

The crowd erupted in cheers as Gianna herself threw her arms in the air in victory. Jogging to the net, a grumpy Tashi was already waiting for her with her hand extended out. As usual, she still really hadn't gotten around the concept of losing to Gianna and it showed.

"Good game," she muttered.

Gianna, on the other hand, was clearly starting to get the hang of beating Tashi, and boy did she enjoy it.

"I know," Gianna acknowledged, with a smirk.

Instantly, Tashi's face darkened and she yanked back her hand, abruptly breaking the handshake. Tashi's reaction didn't phase Gianna at all, instead, it made her even more smug.

"And so it begins," she thought amusedly.

Walking back to her bench, she grabbed her gear and put it in her sports bag before leaving the court. Gianna had barely gotten far from the tennis court when Art fell in step beside her.

"Great match!" he complimented, with a grin.

A light chuckle left her, "All in a day's work," Gianna replied, lazily looking over at him.

"Everything alright between you and Tashi?" Art wondered. "She looked pissed off when you two were at the net," he remarked.

"She'll be fine," Gianna assured, with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You know how Tashi gets when she loses to me," she reminded, briefly looking ahead her. "She hates being humbled," Gianna added, smugness growing within her.

"Do you think she—"

Her head whipped in his direction, "You wanna come with me to dinner with my family?" Gianna asked suddenly, cutting him off mid-sentence.

She's had enough of Tashi for the last hour and a half, it was time to place attention elsewhere.

"Seeing how my best friend is not going to talk to me for the rest of the day," she went on.

"Wouldn't I be intruding?" Art questioned, one of his brows raising.

"No, because I invited you," Gianna answered simply. The two came to a stop on the corner of the sidewalk, facing each other. "Come on, I need to make this dinner somewhat bearable for me," she said, grabbing a hold of his hand with both of hers after seeing the indecision on his face.

Art's eyes flitted down to their hands, his throat bobbing before he swallowed thickly. In the back of her mind, Gianna knew what she was doing wrong, to essentially be toying with his emotions, but she desperately needed a buffer from her dad.

Gianna looked at him from under my lashes, "Pretty please, Art? For me?" she asked, using her thumbs to trace circles on his skin.

Art inhaled deeply, his eyes darting back to hers and he wordlessly nodded his head.

"Yeah, yeah!" he agreed hoarsely, finally finding his voice. "I would love to, Gia,"

"Uhh, you're the best!" Gianna cheered, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Without thinking, she stood on her tip toes and pecked him on the cheek. She pulled back, a grin on her face as she stared at Art who had a smile playing lazily on his lips. Gianna spun around, resuming her path back to her room.

"Meet me at my dorm in an hour," she exclaimed, not bothering to turn around.

Today, it was Gianna’s world and everybody else was living in it.

~~~x~~~

A few hours later

On the floor of Gianna's dorm room, biology notes, index cards, and textbooks were pushed off to the side and strewn about. Her and Art were studying for their upcoming quiz, but Gianna decided she had a better way to occupy their time. With one foot outstretched along the plush rug and the other being held by Art as he blew on it, Gianna let her head bob along to "Sittin' Up In My Room" by Brandy playing on her docking station as her toenails dried.

"When your parents dropped us off before they left your father said 'I'm glad to see developing an identity of your own'," Art quoted, looking over her toes and at her. "Why did he say that?" he questioned curiously.

Gianna let her head fall back letting out a long, dramatic sigh, "It's a long story, but also a short one," she answered, running her fingers through her hair. "My dad and honestly my mom as well, believe that I cannot be my entire self or even unlock my full potential if I'm always attached to Tashi's hip," she explained.

"Wait, they're upset because you're too close to your best friend?" Art asked incredulously.

"I know. Ridiculous, right?" she said, tossing her hand up in the air.

"If that's how your parents think of your friendship with Tashi, that may explain why your mother was giving me the cold shoulder at dinner," Art reasoned, adjusting his grip on her foot.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about," Gianna apologized sheepishly. "I don't what that was about," she said, shaking her head.

"No, it's fine," he assured. "I'm pretty sure Farrah hates me as well, so it balances it out," Art commented, with a chuckle.

Gianna's eyebrow arched, "What makes you say that?" she wondered, chuckling at the thought.

"She said if I do wrong by you, that, and I quote 'your kneecaps are fucking mine, white boy,'" he informed, his warm breath fanning across her toes.

A smile broke out onto her face, "I'm the baby of the family, of course she's going to spout empty threats," Gianna replied, rolling her eyes playfully.

"Didn't sound that empty to me," Art complained.

"Well, we are talking about Farrah here...so you may have a point," she conceded, with a shrug.

The tickling heat of Art's blowing came to an abrupt stop.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, a concerned frown knitting his forehead.

"You know, now that you mentioned it, my ex did break my heart and he came back to school with a limp the next day," she lied.

They stared at each other in silence for a few seconds, Art's frown deepening. He opened his mouth to say something and Gianna raised her eyebrows in challenge as realization dawned on his face. Gianna's mouth began to twitch as she fought the urge to smile.

"You liar, he didn't break your heart. You broke his," he remembered, a grin spreading across his lips.

Art and Gianna held each other's stare and after a beat, they both bust out laughing. Three months had passed since their argument at the mini golf course, but they've acted as if it never occurred in the first place. Was it the healthiest way to handle the situation? Probably not. But, in a way, it benefited both of them to ignore it for their own selfish reasons.

For Gianna, her relationship with Tashi was beginning to show all the signs that it would be a stale one. She had remained dead set about not wanting to broaden her horizons for the sake of their relationship, much to Gianna's dismay. At this point, Tashi was more of a girl friend than an actual girlfriend. And Patrick, for as loving and caring as he was, the boy could be inattentive at times. Sometimes he would forget to watch Gianna's matches after she sent him a link that aired them. Or, other times he wouldn't pick up on her tone that she was not in a good mood and continue talking about his adventures as a professional tennis player.

Then, there was Art. He had been her rock whether he realized it or not. Gianna figured he stuck around because he didn't want to give up their friendship entirely, despite the you know, major crush he still harbored for her. Gianna was grateful, honestly. Everything that was transpiring in her relationship with Tashi and Patrick had actually brought them closer. Art filled in the gaps she was desperately craving from her boyfriend and girlfriend, attention and spontaneity.

"Catch," Art called, tossing her jacket towards her.

"Caught," Gianna said, grabbing it from the air with ease. "What are you trying to do? Test my reflexes?" she joked, sliding the jacket onto her arms.

"No, but I'm happy to inform you they're wonderful," he quipped. "We are going to Cantor Arts Center, somewhere I know you've been dying to get to," he informed, moving to stand in front of her.

Gianna let out a little squeal of delight as she sprung off the edge of Art's bed.

"Thank you, thank you!" Gianna exclaimed, throwing her arms around Art and hugging him tightly.

"Anything for you," he breathed, his laughter vibrating through her body.

"I don't know why you're worried about Farrah's threats," Gianna said dismissively. "You would never hurt me," she stated confidently.

"Never!" Art promised. "Out of curiosity, should I expect the same from her?" he asked, flicking his chin at the shirt Gianna had on.

Gianna glanced down at what she was wearing, it was a plain, white tee with the name of the ballet troupe that her sister danced with emblazoned on it.

"Pfft, Alicia is a downright angel compared to Farrah," Gianna assured.

"And Luke?'

"Only dangerous if you let him get close to you with a baseball bat," she warned, smiling at him. "Speaking of my brother, I'm getting tickets for the season opener game for the Dodgers, and you're coming with me," she stated, leaving no room for argument.

One of his brows rose at this, "Just me?"

"I would bring Patrick, of course," Gianna responded, leaning back on her hands. "And Tashi too, if she can squeeze me into her oh so busy schedule," she added, an undercurrent bitterness in her tone.

"I'm sure she would be thrilled to go with both her girlfriend and boyfriend to a Dodgers game," Art said, with a brief, strained smile.

At this, Gianna mentally slapped her forehead.

"Way to go on reminding him of his position in our friend group," Gianna thought.

"Oh my god, I’m so sorry Art," Gianna apologized profusely, covering her mouth with her hand. "I swear, that was not my intention when I brought up us going to the game," she insisted sincerely, reaching out and placing her hand on top of Art's knee.

He shrugged, "No harm done, Gia. I know you well enough to know it wasn't on purpose," he said, a tight smile still drawn across his mouth.

Another annoyed sigh blew past Gianna's lips, "It's so frustrating, you know? Somehow, some way, my relationship manages to find its way into every conversation, she grumbled. "It's annoying to me, I know it's gotta be annoying for you, it's probably the last thing you want to hear actually,"

"Listen, I'm always happy to lend my ear to my friend," Art reassured, his face softening while resting his hand on top of hers. "Seems like you're in need of a shoulder to lean on, I'll gladly fill that for you," he said, squeezing her hand.

She felt comforted, even though all he had offered was the simple gesture.

"I can always count on you, Art," Gianna said, grinning brightly. "Now I know what Patrick means when we talk on the phone," she remarked.

Art seemed to perk up at this, “Oh? What did he mean by that?”

"Just that I’m the easier girlfriend talk to," she revealed, with a small shrug. "Patrick and I are a lot closer than she realizes," she admitted offhandedly.

Gianna didn't miss the way Art's eyes lit up a bit, an unreadable glint in them.

"Is that so?"

"You know Tashi, she's 24/7 about tennis. She's been harping on him about losing and always trying to give him pointers when that’s not what he wants to hear," she explained. "And for him, I'm that person he can turn to talk about anything other than tennis," she continued, with a small reminiscent smile.

Gianna thought back to the time she had Patrick practically doubled over in laughter, recalling all the stupid shenanigans her and her siblings got up to back at their ranch in Louisiana. It delighted Gianna to know she was capable of eliciting that much joy from her boyfriend when he needed it the most after getting practically chewed out by Tashi following a tough loss.

"You and I share that same dynamic," Gianna went on, motioning between them. "It's so much easier talking to you Art, compared to Tashi and even sometimes Patrick. In fact, I always look forward talking to you. You make me feel seen," she confessed, feeling Art's fingers curl around her hand more tightly.

It wasn't uncomfortable nor painful, but a physical reminder that Art seemed to be hanging on her every word.

"You always engage with my interests. Every bio class, you slip a new recipe across our desk that you found on the internet for me to try, more difficult than the last," she said, unconsciously leaning in closer in. "You're even brave enough to try out said recipes, not knowing what the results will be," she joked, chuckling softly. "Anyways, I guess this is my extremely long winded way of saying I'm grateful to call you my friend. And, thank you for being such a trouper and coming to dinner with me and my family," she told him, her mouth shyly curving upwards.

A long moment of silence fell between them, the only sound filling the room was the low instrumentals of "He Loves Me" and both her breathing and his. Art coughed, briefly ducking his head down and trying to keep the blush which Gianna saw was creeping over his cheeks. When Art's eyes finally flicked back to hers, Gianna felt her insides twist. The barely disguised want in his gaze made her warm all over.

This was becoming all too familiar, this careful dance between them balancing on the tightrope of friendship and something more. Gianna's resolve to keep Art at arm's length from months ago was weakening. They both were teetering, another step closer and over, would plummet them into uncharted waters.

"I don't know if I'm deserving of such high praise you, Gia," Art said softly. His eyes darting to her lips, daringly lingering on them and then back to her eyes. "But, I promise I will never break the trust you have within me," he vowed, shifting closer to her.

"You can't tell Tashi or Patrick about this,"

Smoothly, Art's fingers slid around Gianna's hand and went under hers to lift it towards his mouth.

Art didn't take his gaze off of her, "It will be our little secret," he whispered, sealing his promise with a kiss to each knuckle more lingering than the one before.

~~~x~~~

Staring at her reflection, Gianna vigorously dabbed her sponge all over her face to blend her foundation evenly across her skin.

"Between the two of us, whoever gets the makeup deal first, can we please for the love of god make sure the foundation range goes beyond the color of a paper bag?" Gianna yelled, with a huff before finally placing the sponge onto the bathroom counter.

If she had to keep mixing two foundations just to get the correct shade for her skin any longer Gianna was going to lose her mind.

"Babe, you are the color of a paper bag," Tashi quipped, from within her room.

Gianna playfully rolled her eyes, "Yeah, only in the winter," Gianna pointed out, exiting Tashi's bathroom. "I still have a bit of my summer tan left," she said crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame.

Pushing herself off her bed, Tashi walked over to Gianna and her hands instantly found themselves attached to her hips.

"Regardless, you look amazing Juliet," Tashi teased, letting her eyes trail down Gianna's costume.

It was Halloweekend at Stanford which meant only one thing to all students across campus, three days packed full of partying. Gianna, was one of those students who was thoroughly looking forward to the festivities with a costume planned for each night. Tonight, she was dressed up in a white dress, a cross necklace, and a pair of feathered angel wings inspired by Baz Luhrmann's iconic rendition of Romeo and Juliet. It was simple, elegant and the pure white fabric of the dress against her skin made her appear ethereal.

"You’re looking fantastic yourself, Josie," Gianna complimented, noting her girlfriend's leopard print bodysuit and cat ears. "And I didn't even have to twist your arm to go out tonight," she joked, placing her hand at the back of her neck.

A faux pout found its way on Tashi's lips, "Hey, I can be fun," she said, before placing a chaste kiss on Gianna's lips.

Gianna raised an eyebrow, "Oh? This is certainly news to me," she responded, laughing a little.

"Ha-ha very funny," Tashi replied dryly, before moving down Gianna's to jaw and pressing her lips against her skin. "Excuse me for embracing the festive spirit," she deadpanned, her breath tickling her ear.

"I am not complaining one bit," Gianna clarified, with a blissful smile while Tashi kissed down her neck. "You're going to ruin my makeup," she complained, her eyes falling close and her breathing becomes ragged as Tashi found the sensitive spot on her neck.

"You're fucking hot without it," Tashi murmured, nipping at her collarbone.

A sharp series of knocks startled the two of them, breaking apart from each other in quiet laughter.

"Must be Art," Tashi guessed, fixing Gianna's hair.

"Gotta be," Gianna agreed, releasing her grip on the back of her girlfriend's neck.

Pushing herself off the door frame, Gianna took a couple, deep breathes in effort to calm her body down. With a hand on her hip, Gianna's finger wrapped themselves around the doorknob and swung open the door.

"Why the hell are you knocking like the police?" Gianna scolded warmly, staring at Art who was dressed up as Waldo with round glasses perched at the end of his nose.

Art opened his mouth to respond which Gianna assumed would be a witty one. Instead his mouth remained stuck in the same position while his eyes looked her up and down.

"You look amazing, Gia," he blurted, his mouth still open in awe.

Gianna placed her hand on her chest, "Aww really?" she asked, with a knowing smile.

"Yeah," he said, nodding his head vigorously. "You look like…well you like angelic," he breathed, flashing her a sheepish grin.

"Corny!" Tashi yelled from behind her. "Seriously Art? You couldn't have chosen the most obvious word?" she questioned, putting her arm around Gianna’s shoulder.

"It's the first word that came to mind!" he cried playfully, looking at Tashi.

"It's not Art's fault, that I'm just that breathtaking," Gianna said, placing the back of her hand to her forehead and swooning dramatically.

"Ugh, you see what you started Art?" Tashi joked, shaking her head with a smile.

Gianna turned to Tashi and they broke into a fit of laughter.

"You're gorgeous, really,"

The girls' laughing came to abrupt stop as Gianna paused, her eyes locking with Art's. She felt herself lean back, shocked by his soft utterance causing her face to heat up massively.

"Oh," Gianna breathed, still stunned. "Thank you Art, that's very sweet of you," she said, tucking some of her hair behind her ear.

Gianna wondered it was possible to get a high off of words, because she was experiencing it. From beside her, Tashi loudly cleared her throat as her hand slid down Gianna's back.

"We should get going, don't want to be late for the party," Tashi suggested, her hand curling itself around Gianna’s waist.

Gianna felt herself be tugged her ever-so-slightly closer to Tashi's side, a wordless warning to Art to watch himself. If the message was received or not, Gianna had no way of knowing, but it was from that point on there was a noticeable shift in Tashi's demeanor. And Gianna was doing everything in her power to pretend that there wasn't. She tried to defuse the subtle tension between all of them by talking about the latest horror movies released in theaters, only Art engaged in the conversation while Tashi remained uncharacteristically quiet.

With her arm wrapped still wrapped fairly tightly around Gianna's shoulder, Tashi led her to the porch of the house. Already she could feel the bass pumping from the inside and it became more intense when they entered. "Disturbia" was blasting from the speakers and cheers swept the room at the song playing. The three of them are immediately pressed together in the crowd. Gianna couldn't believe how many people had shown up to this party. The place was packed with students in all sorts of costumes, ranging from serious dedication to hilarious ones clearly thrown together at the last minute. Gianna turned her head to say something to Art, Tashi had other plans, however.

"Let's go dance!" she yelled, in order to be heard over the music.

Allowing herself to be dragged towards the center of the room, Gianna looked back at Art and flashed him an apologetic smile coupled with a half shrug before being swallowed up within the throng of partygoers. The two danced facing each other, their movements loose and carefree while their bodies swayed to the beat of the music. With every song they danced along to, Gianna watched as Tashi’s mood brighten until there was a wide smile plastered on her face as they sung along with "Everybody (Backstreet's Back)" at the top of their lungs. Their laughter filled the air and Gianna spun herself around, her hair whipping across her face while kicking up the fog lingering in the atmosphere from a fog machine set the spooky season mood.

Facing away from her girlfriend, Gianna spotted Art across the room dancing with a tipsy blonde haired girl who appeared to be having the time of her life, but Art looked completely out it and was seemingly just going through the motions in a halfhearted dance.

Gianna turned back towards Tashi, "I'm going to step out for a bit for some air!" she shouted over the music.

"Don't be too long!"

"I won't!"

Pushing her way through people, Gianna made way to the back door quickly opening and shutting it behind her. Immediately, she’s struck by the autumn air crisp and cool, leaving goosebumps on her arms. She didn’t mind it however, it was refreshing after being in a packed living room. Gianna moved across the backyard deck before finally coming to a stop at the railing and bending over to rest her arms against metal surface. Casting her glance upwards, she admired the full moon lighting up the dark sky, the stars faint due to the lights of the city in the distance.

"You're doing on that purpose,"

Gianna's face scrunched in confusion, she looked over her shoulder to see Art standing not too far behind her.

"What do you mean?" she asked, shaking her head in confusion.

"Isn't there an identical shot like this in Luhrmann's version of Romeo and Juliet?" he pointed out, making a finger frame and observing her through it.

A small laugh left her as she remembered the specific scene he was talking about; it was when Juliet was watching fireworks going off from the balcony.

"Perfect," Art said softly, angling his fingers so she was precisely aligned in the square shape of his fingers.

Gianna scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Shut up," she said, a smile on her lips.

He mirrored her expression, dropping his hands and made his way closer to her.

"Why did you come out here?" Art asked curiously, using the side of him to lean against the railing.

"It was a fucking sauna in there," she answered, which Art chuckled at. "I needed air," she added. "What about you?" she asked, flicking her chin at him. "Why are you out here? I thought you and that blonde girl were really hitting it off," she joked, with a knowing smirk.

Art let out a scoff of his own, "Shut up," he laughed, echoing her own words a minute ago.

"What? I don't want her getting jealous—"

"Jealous?" he repeated incredulously. "Even if she was, wouldn't matter," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "She doesn't compare…" he trailed off, and a breathy chuckle passed his lips.

"To me," Gianna thought, finishing his sentence.

"So no point of competing," he finished, with another small shrug.

"You never did answer my question," Gianna remarked, tilting her head to the side. "Why did you come out here?" she asked again, pushing herself up from her position and turning to fully face him.

"Seizing the opportunity to dance with you," he answered bluntly, causing Gianna's eyebrows to shoot up in surprise. "If that's alright with you?" he questioned, his voice softer in tone than before.

Inside, the speakers began playing "Time of the the Season" as Gianna mulled over his offer.

It's the time of the season

When love runs high

"It's harmless, a lot of friends dance with each other," she thought.

Her lips curved, "I suppose one dance couldn't hurt, I don't think it's going to cause a bloody feud between families," Gianna quipped, making Art smile warmly at her.

Looping her hands around his shoulders, Art's palms found themselves on the sides of her abdomen as they began to dance to the music. Then again, Gianna wasn't quite sure if she should call it that, it was more of them gently swaying back and forth. Neither of them spoke, as neither of them knew what to say. They only turned away from each other with shy smiles, both releasing quiet laughs which slightly eased the palpable tension lingering in the air between them.

"You know, back in Louisiana I used to love stargazing with my siblings on our family ranch," Gianna mentioned, breaking the silence that fell between them. "It's one of the few perks of living in the countryside. There's not any light pollution, so you're able to see the stars in their full glory unlike cities," she went on, lifting her head up at the moon and the starry sky above him. "You have to visit me in Louisiana this summer. It's a breathtaking sight honestly, their beauty is unmatched," she said wistfully, their swaying coming to a stop.

"It truly is," Art agreed softly.

Beaming, Gianna looked back down at Art to see him already staring back at her. Her breath hitched ever so slightly. There was not a trace of doubt in Gianna's mind that Art hadn't looked at a single star and was solely looking at her this whole time. His eyes traveled the length of her face before moving back to her own. All the while, Gianna mentally noted Art's hands were sliding down her sides and onto her hips, pulling their bodies closer together. A shuddering breath left Gianna feeling her heart begin to race with anticipation, a mix of want and uncertainty coursing through her.

Art leaned in towards her, "Gia," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Holding his stare, Gianna leaned in closer causing their noses to just barely brush against one another before she pulled away at the last minute in hesitation. She knew the implications of crossing this line, the risks it carried. But the warmth of Art hands seeping through the material her dress was dizzying and actively drowning out all logical reasoning from her, it just all felt too good. So natural. Slowly, Gianna moved back in as Art dipped his head down, their lips a hair's breadth apart.

An ear splitting shriek jolted the two apart and Gianna felt herself sag back against the railing, gripping it for dear life because it was damn near the only thing keeping her on her feet. Fireworks shot up into the air from the front of the house, exploding into a dazzling sight of red, green, purple, and orange. The raucous cheering of partygoers followed soon after. The frat boys must have brought the fireworks and are now setting them off in their drunken state. Gianna covered her mouth with her hand, inhaling shakily.

That was too damn close, she should have never even allowed it get that far.

Art's back was still facing her when she managed to stand at her full height. Gianna’s hand dropped down to her chest, her breathing slightly erratic and her racing just as Art turned around with a dopey smile on his face. Once he saw her expression, his smile vanished.

"Gia?" Art called, concern written all over his features. He a took step closer to her, reaching his hand out toward her. "Gia, are you alright?" he asked again.

His fingers had barely grazed hers when Gianna rushed past him and back towards the backdoor to the house.

"Gianna? Gianna what did I do? Come on, Gianna, speak to me, please!"

Art's questions and pleas were tuned out by her own voice repeatedly saying one word.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

[wish-you-were-a-better-man]

broppy kiss analysis (or, well, just me screaming into my laptop for an entire forty seconds straight while i mentally and physically replay this scene)

it has come people. it has come

watch me quote almost every line in that near 40-second clip

"so? how you feeling?" poppy gurl is just concerned for branch it's just RIDNGRSIHGNRSUIDGBEWGEOIWEWGFEHUI

and then branch just gives a whirlwind of feelings (HE OPENED UP HE OPENED UP HE OPENED UP WHY AM I THINKING ABOUT THE FORESHADOWING IN THE BEGINNING), and he looks SO SMITTEN. dude just be like 'i wont hide the fact that im smitten with the queen of pop and the mount rageons will know it'

"whoa! tmi! boundaries, my man; that's a lot of feelings!" girl the hands up just won me over. and BRANCH MY MAN THE LOOK U GAVE HER I SWEAR IM GONNA ROLL OVER AND SOB AND SQUEAL. AND THE WAY SHE REFERS TO HIM AS 'MY MAN' WAAAHHHH AND THE LOOKS THEY'RE SHOOTING EACH OTHER OH MY GOSH

the laugh. the laugh. the laugh. DUDE SOUNDS SO HOPELESSLY IN LOVE, and tbh their voices mix really well, just that his laugh drags on longer

THE KISS (DONT MIND MY CAPS LOL). THE PART I’VE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO. OH GOSH THE WAY SHE JUST PULLS HIS VEST AND BRINGS HIM CLOSE FOR THE KISS RIOGHRGSNIOFSIFANIODSANIODF AAAAAAAAAA. AND THE WAY HE LOOKS SO INTO IT LIKE I MEAN I PERSONALLY PERCEIVED IT AS A FIRST LIP KISS IF IT IS IM GONNA CRY AT HOW THEYRE SO IN SYNC (WOW BOYBAND PUN HERE)

AND POPPY LOOKS LIKE SHES SMILING IN THE KISS OH MY GUH-

NO WAIT BOTH OF THEM ARE

AND THEN HE HOLDS HER HANDS WAAAH IM SQUEALING EVEN HARDER NOW

ON THE MOUNT RAGEOUS SCREEN THEY LOOK LIKE THEY'RE SUBTLY SHIFTING AND THE MOUNT RAGEONS JUST CHEERING OH MY GOSH THEY SHIP BROPPY

THAT GIRL IN THE CENTRE WHOS JUST LIKE AWWW AND EVERYONE ELSE WHOS CLAPPING I HONOUR YALL

BRUCE AND CLAY FIST-BUMPING OR SOME SECRET HANDSHAKE AND SMILING AT THE TWO

AND JD AND FLOYD. FLOYD IS LITERALLY SHEDDING A TEAR (OF HAPPINESS? i don't know tbh) AND JD JUST PUTS HIS HAND ON HIS SHOULDER LIKE 'OKAY WE HAVE A COMMON TOPIC: BRANCH'S GIRLFRIEND'

GUYS BE PROUD BROZONE'S YOUNGEST MEMBER IS DATING THE QUEEN OF POP AND IS SHARING A KISS WITH HER ON SCREEN WITH EVERYONE WATCHING

AND THEY'RE ALL SMILING

RHONDA. OH, RHONDA. SHE JUST WENT WOOHOO AND LIKE MADE HER SOUND EVERYONE IS CELEBRATING

AND IN THAT SHOT BEFORE THEY PULL AWAY BRANCH IS SMILING AND POPPY IS IN DEEP AND WHEN THEY PULL AWAY IT'S JUST SO ADORABLE

anyways that's all for my rant

side note? branch looks cute with braids (he looks like some cute little girl). thank you viva for the wonderful hair-braiding skill :))

[pookie-and-cereal]

Do you have any other words for the word say? (Pls I really need this 4 my fanfic)

Said is Dead

Remember, it isn’t bad to use "said", or, "says". It’s great to use them. But yes, it can feel kinda boring. Also, I am clapping my hands together, and begging you to not use animal sounds. Why must you do that? My opinion***

Happy/ Laughed

Smiled

Grinned

Cheerfully

Cheered

Smirked

Beamed

Chimed

Laughed

Giggled

Marveled

Squealed

Chuckle

Laughed

Sad/ Cry Baby

Frowned

Cried

Sobbed

Whined

Nagged

Choked

Hesitation/ Anxiety/ Queitly

Hesitated (obviously)

Muttered

Uttered

Stuttered

Flinched

Mad/ Loud

Upset

Shouted

Yelled

Screeched

Bellowed

Screamed

Ranted

Are these a lot? Hell no. But did I try? Hell yeah.

[glitterguts13]

Hello could you write a story on this little segment? ❤️

Dainkae

Prince regent Kaeya, titled Khaenri’ah’s last hope is expected to produce and birth an heir.

He enlists the help of captain Dainsleif in secret to impregnate him much to the captain’s shock. Dainsleif had always been weary of the prince and his clan for taking over the eclipse dynasty and it shows in how he fucks him- rough and ruthless, almost angry and violent.

On the day of prince Kaeya’s labour, Dainsleif is privy to the birth as a guard, he stands inside the chamber face impassive as he watches the prince give birth to his child- their child unbeknownst to everyone else. The scene is a spectacle, most of Khaenri’ah’s nobility inside the birthing chamber watching their prince give birth to their next blessing.

Meanwhile Prince Kaeya lays on the birthing bed, legs held back by multiple sets of hands of healers and alchemists. The room is quiet as hundreds of eyes gaze at him, the only sounds being murmurs of the crowds and the loud shouts, grunts and screeches the prince lets out as he labours.

Y'all feed me so good with these prompts.

Fingers running over the hilt of his blade, Dainsleif keeps his expression blank. He was simply another pair of eyes on the Prince, no more than just one of the crowd. He glances about, taking note of the excitement sweeping through the onlookers.

He's familiar with many of them, not on a personal level, but by status. Nobility from various families, houses, and clans. All alight with the buzz and promise of the future heir.

A frantic wail comes from the bed, drawing Dainsleif's attention. Hands curled into the sheets, heavy belly contracting, Kaeya lets out another panicked scream.

The healers are unphased, sharing looks with each other ranging from pity to irritation. Strong hands are holding his legs wide apart, drawn up close to his chest. His hole is on full display, leaking fluid and blood, cock bound to his thigh.

Dainsleif can't even begin to fathom how humiliating it must be. On full display, agony gripped his body while a crowd of near strangers gossiped.

Petty, but he can't help but feel a bit of satisfaction watching the Prince writhe in pain.

The healer slipped two fingers into Kaeya's hole, prodding around with what looked to be far too much force. Kaeya screams, back arching off the bed.

"Fully dialated. It's time for the Prince to begin pushing." A thrilled rush of whispers erupts from the crowd, but Prince Kaeya is less than pleased.

"N-No, I'm not ready, I don't think I need to push-"

"You don't need to think," one of the healers quips, "Just do as we say."

He pulls his legs further back, Dainsleif feels his stomach twist at the sight of the head of the child- their child- starting to emerge.

"Push." the healer commands, and Kaeya obeys, chin to his chest, legs trembling.

"Don't stop," the healer chastises as the Prince stops to suck in a rush of air. He whines, exhausted and hurting, but bares down once more. "Push...push, push push." the healer coxes, fingers slipping around the child's head, helping ease it free.

Another horrific scream rips from the Prince,

"Stop! Stop! It burns! Stop!"

Ignored, the Healer continues, pushing against the outside of his hole and helping the head to pop free. Kaeya screeches, attempting to roll away from the pain. He's held in place, arms now pinned to his sides.

"Push, push now." Kaeya isn't listening, he's too far gone in the pain, sobbing openly. The healer slides a hand inside of him, rotating the shoulders and tugging the infant free.

The onlookers break out into cheers and claps as the Healer opens up the crying newborn.

"A son! We have a future prince!" the Healer moves through the crowd, showing off the bloody infant while the others clean up the Prince and turn their attention to minding the mess between his legs.

Dainsleif knows he should feel terrible, watching as everyone ignores the exhausted, crying Prince. Not a single congratulations, no one asks how he is. The room empties, everyone following the Healer as they bring the infant out for further announcements, leaving Kaeya naked and alone.

He knows he should feel something, anything at all, but he doesn't.

[burnwater13]

Concept art by Christian Alzmann of Grogu holding a tadpole from the brood that the Frog Lady and her husband hatched on Trask. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 3, The Heiress.

Din Djarin thought about the sketch that Grogu had done the prior day. Grogu said it was a self-portrait. He was eating frog on Sorgan with the children looking on. Instead of them screaming in mild horror, they were clapping and cheering him on. Based on a tally one of the children kept in the dirt, Grogu was apparently up to five frogs, with the sixth one in his mouth. The Mandalorian began to chuckle. He’d heard that people like to be the hero of their own stories, but he didn’t know that extended to art work. 

He supposed that he shouldn’t be surprised. His apprentice was capable of many amazing actions, but the ones that often struck the bounty hunter the most were things like the sketch. It was a perfectly imperfect piece of art. It was accurate to a point and then it veered off into a kind of fantasy that Din Djarin barely recalled from his own childhood, as brief as it had been. 

Had he really eaten thirteen meilooruns that afternoon so long ago on Aq Ventina? He thought he remembered doing that. Eating so many of them that his clothes were soaked with their juice, he had a stomach ache and his father scolded him because dinner would have to wait until he was looked after. 

He knew that his father hadn’t said that to be harsh or dismissive. He’d been told before to eat with moderation. To go slow and to think ahead. Many of their meals had significance beyond just providing a body with fuel and when he did things like just gorge himself on a special treat he wasn’t just making himself sick, he was disrupting the way of things for other people. 

The Children of the Watch had cured him of any behaviors like that. He’d learned to like rations. Learned to eat them efficiently. Learned not to complain about how bland they were unless you put a substantial quantity of hot sauce on them. If you didn’t conform, you didn’t eat. It was just that simple. More than a few days without food had helped him understand that these people did not feel any obligation to accommodate him and that if he was going to survive he needed to learn the rules and follow them. 

The Mandalorian doubted that Grogu had ever really learned a lesson that way. Despite the hardships his young apprentice had undoubtably suffered through, Grogu never doubted his own worth. You could’t get him to eat rations for love or credits. Just like you couldn’t get him to move at any pace he hadn’t set for himself. 

If you tried to nudge him into a faster pace he simply sat down, or held his arms up, or coo’d with a sort sad, mournful tone and look that made the Mandalorian instantly worried about him. That only happened about a thousand times before Din Djarin realized that he was being played. Grogu knew exactly what he was doing and why he was doing it. It reminded him of how his son played games of chance with Peli Motto or Greef Karga. 

They only saw Grogu as a small child or a baby. He needed to be fed, coddled, cuddled, praised, and carried everywhere. At least Peli had the mechs and droids help her with that, but Karga liked to hold Grogu in the crook of his arm and just bring him everywhere, talking to him about the 'magic hand thing’ and ‘what a big boy’ he was getting to be. 

Din Djarin found himself taken in each time and then he’d shake his head and remember that this same small being had faced down a full grown rancor without any hesitation. He’d fought Gideon’s troopers creatively and with absolute fearlessness. Babies didn’t do that. Neither did toddlers. They got scared and they cried. The bounty hunter had never forgotten the sounds made by the other children that were rescued from Aq Vetina that day. Crying, sobbing, begging, hysterical pleas for help to rescue their families or friends or pets. 

He hadn’t cried. He’d already known that his parents were gone and that there was absolutely nothing he could do to change that. It had made him deeply angry and very controlled. At least about crying. No matter how harsh the training that been on Concordia, Din Djarin had never cried over it. He was silent and resolute. 

And lying to himself. He sighed. There was one time he’d cried. It wasn’t about anything that had happened to him either. He’d been out on the training fields when he heard on of his creche mates crying. Sobbing really. The boy Din Djarin had stopped what he was doing and had trotted over to see what had happened. He asked Traygar what had happened and his friend just pointed to something hanging from a tree. 

Being a little more of a person of action than his friend, Din Djarin trotted right over to see what the problem was. Tray was known to have a soft heart. He cried when his bed got switched around by the other children in the creche. It was just the way he was.

The Mandalorian recalled looking up at the tree and seeing the worst thing he had ever seen. Someone had obviously trapped a family of buboicullaar, a strange variation of frog that many of the younglings had taken to feeding and training to do silly things. Their hides were now being dried in the harsh harsh winds that sometimes ripped across the semi-destroyed moon of Mandalore. 

The thought that anyone thought that those critters were surplus to requirement and therefore subject to extermination was as harsh to him as how the Separatists had his family exterminated. He cried as he climbed the tree, pulled the nails out of the hides with his fingers, and scratched at the parched dirt at the tree’s base so they could be buried. 

When he finished his task, he dried his eyes, walked back to the training field and never told anyone what he did. They had no right to hold him accountable to a system that was that unjust. At least that’s what he thought then. Now… he’d learn to value the Creed differently and he wondered if that was any different from Grogu’s unique perspective on what happened that day on Sorgan. Did he give the Creed more credit than it deserved? Did he push his tears at what happened to the buboicullaar family so deep into himself that he could only cry when he felt a true loss? He hadn’t cried at removing his helmet, but he had shed tears when Grogu had gone with the Jedi. 

The Mandalorian shook his head. How strange that the thing that connected him so firmly to Grogu was that they both valued frogs and for very different reasons.

[okskz]

RIP.

mia + stray kids

mia has to say goodbye to a good friend.

hey my lovely peeps! don’t hate me for this, sorry!!! but hope you guys enjoy reading the post. as always, feedback is always welcomed :)

[9th member of stray kids]

mia threw herself on the floor, legs and arms spread out as she closed her eyes. “no more please!” she exclaimed. with kcon la coming up, the group had began rehearsals and they had been doing so almost the whole day.

chan chuckled as he went to stand next to the girl. she opened one eye then instantly closing it. “get away bang chan.” she huffed. “actually, I’m here to tell you it’s your lucky day.” he said.

now mia opened both of her eyes, “hm?”

chan continued to chuckle. “rehearsals are over.” he stated. “you guys did great today.”

everyone cheered and clapped and mia stood up straightaway. “yes! that means we get to go home!” the girl ran to gather her belongings and rushed out the door, leaving everyone behind.

but the girl came back in, laughing along. “come on team!”

everyone was walking together and that’s when mia heard her stomach growling. “oof, I’m starving.” she said. “channie! can we get food?”

chan nodded. “of course. all of us at our place for dinner.”

“I want pizza!” jisung shouted. “no! we had pizza last night.” minho said. “how about fried chicken?”

“no.” mia shook her head. “we had that two nights ago.” minho groaned. “so? we can have it again.”

“mmm, what about sushi?” mia suggested. hyunjin snorted. “do you not remember the last time you had sushi?”

mia made a grossed out face, remembering the last time she ate sushi she ended up with food poisoning. and she definitely didn’t want to relive going in and out of the bathroom the whole night. “okay, never mind.” she said. “so what?”

“how about a home cooked meal?” chan then said after the group entered the dorms. “not a bad idea.” seungmin said. “thanks for deciding to cook for us.” he smiled.

“yeah, leader. gracias!” mia chuckled, making her way to her bedroom.

chan sighed. “I guess I’m cooking tonight.” changbin stood next to him. “and you’re helping.” he said to changbin.

the group was making themselves at home, getting comfortable and chan and changbin in the kitchen to start prepping for dinner. felix it went ahead to join them.

but they soon became startled as mia let out a loud, crying scream. the boys rushed to mia to see what was wrong and when they entered the girl had her back facing them. “mia?” chan questioned. he was the one moving closer to her.

the girl turned around, red face, and tears running down her cheeks. she was sobbing and her lips were quivering as she began to speak. “he’s not breathing.” she choked out. chan looked down to see what mia was holding in her hands. his face suddenly changing to shock. “m-my flash!” she cried. “he’s not breathing or moving!” she cried louder.

jisung rushed to mia, grabbing their pet from her hands. “what do you mean?” he was in denial, didn’t want to think their furry friend was actually dead. jisung shook flash a little to see if he would wake up and nothing. now it was jisung to began crying.

“I don’t get it.” mia cried. “this morning he was fine when we left for rehearsals. what went wrong?” everyone else was silent as both mia and jisung were the only two crying. they felt bad for their two members, knowing how much they loved flash.

“he just can’t be gone.” mia’s face was covered with tears. “I’m sorry, noona.” jeongin hugged mia which made her cry even harder.

mia couldn’t believe it, her first pet ever who she loved deeply was gone.

the girl sat quietly in her bed after everyone had left her room. she needed a moment to herself. chan and jisung took charge of taking away flash to the vet to see what was next. mia didn’t want to go at all, still heartbroken of what happened.

she kept thinking of what went wrong for her pet to pass. was it her fault? did he eat something he shouldn’t? was it just his time to go? the possibilities were endless and mia would probably never know the right answer.

mia heard a small knock on her door, she didn’t notice she was crying until she was rubbing tears away from her face. “yes?”

jisung came in. “how are you feeling?”

mia shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. it just hurts.” she said. jisung sat next to mia on her bed. “I know. very upsetting seeing his little body not moving.” he sighed.

mia nodded, the thoughts coming back in mind from when she entered her room to check up on flash like she always did to picking him and instantly noticing something wasn’t right. then feeling her stomach drop when flash didn’t move and she noticed he wasn’t breathing either.

she shook the thoughts away. there was a silence between to the two as mia then remembered something else. she slightly smiled. “remember when we got him?”

jisung chuckled a little. “yeah, I do.”

“it was so easy to convince channie on keeping him.” mia said. “well he didn’t have much of a choice since we had already gotten him-“

“dinner is ready!” chan barged in. “sorry, didn’t mean to startle you two.” he softly smiled at mia, “you doing okay?”

mia slowly nodded. “I’ll manage.” she said. “you guys go. I’ll catch up.”

after jisung and chan left her room, mia slowly got out her bed. before she stepped out room, mia looked over at where flash’s cage was. he had his own little spot in her room. she softly smiled when seeing the photo next to his cage of her and jisung with him when they decided to do a little family photoshoot for fun.

mia was definitely going to miss her little best friend.

[otaku-orochi-okami]

Please pretty please ruin my pathetic life I deserve to be destroyed and left begging infront of you (page and London-fox)

Well, well, WELL, anon, you pathetic little roach! You’re begging me to ruin your sad, soggy life? *giggles so hard it cracks into a snarl* Oh, honey, I’m foaming at the mouth to oblige! I’m London Fox, your psycho waifu nightmare, and I’ve got a whole glitter-crusted toolbox of ways to fuck you up—physically, mentally, ALL the ways. *claps like a manic cheerleader and winks with unhinged glee*

Let’s start with the fun stuff: why not snort some gasoline, babe! Picture it—kneeling in a parking lot, huffing that sweet, sweet petrol straight from the pump ‘til your nose bleeds and your brain’s a sparkly puddle. *licks lips and cackles* Oh! Or chug bleach like it’s a Capri Sun—gargle it first for bonus points, let it burn your throat raw while I dance around you shrieking, “Yaaas, bestie, DIE PRETTY!” Then there’s my fave: smash your face into a brick wall ‘til your teeth are confetti—bonus if you livestream it so I can cheer! *twitchy wink and ponytail toss* I’m not just ruining you, I’m turning you into a glitter-splattered CARNAGE QUEEN! *giggles like a chainsaw revving up*

Paige, babe, get your catty ass in here—this anon’s begging for a double dose of doom! Let’s shred ‘em ‘til they’re begging for more! *sticks out tongue and claps*

*struts in with a venomous smirk, flipping hair like she’s too good for this*

Oh, hunni, you tragic little anon—did you just ask me, Paige, your flawless 2D goddess, to destroy you? Oh, hunni, hold up—did this anon bitch just spell my name “Page”? Sweetie, I’m not a fucking book you skimmed in middle school, I’m PAIGE—P-A-I-G-E, you illiterate fucktard! sneers so hard it could curdle milk What’s next, calling London “Lundun”? God, your mushy little brain can’t even handle basic spelling—go cry into your alphabet soup and try again, mkay? Poor aspie, ignore if the fact that your spelling is as pathetic as your life, I’d say you’re beneath me, but you’ve already shown how face-down in the dirt you are, so let’s go ahead and make your life worse. *sneers thick enough to choke on* I’m not about London’s psycho bloodbath vibes—I’m here to burn every bridge you’ve got ‘til you’re a lonely, sobbing island of regret. *giggles bratty and vicious*

First up: wish your mom a happy birthday by texting, “Hey, hag, I’m a raging fag—cake’s on me!” Watch her block you faster than you can say “family therapy.” Then, DM your boss you’ve been stealing pens *and* banging his wife—bonus points if you attach a selfie flipping him off. *snickers and adjusts imaginary crown* Oh, and tell your bestie she’s a fat cow who smells like desperation—post it on X, tag her, and watch your whole squad ditch you like the trash fire you are. I’ll be sipping my latte, smirking while your life implodes—*“Aw, sweetie, you’re welcome!”* *playful wink turns savage*

London’s got the gore, I’ve got the social slaughter—let’s tag-team this fucktard ‘til they’re a ghost!

YAAAAS, Paige, you evil little slut, I’m OBSESSED with your vibe! *claps and cackles* Anon, you’re fucked now—Paige is torching your bridges, and I’m here to melt your FACE OFF! *gigglesnorts and licks lips* Okay, new plan: strip naked, coat yourself in honey, and roll down a hill into a fire ant nest—scream my name while they eat you alive! Or, like, superglue your hands to a toaster and drop it in a bathtub—plug it in first, duh! *twitchy wink* Oh! Oh! Stab yourself with a rusty fork over and over—aim for the squishy bits—and mail me the pics! *shriek-laughs ‘til it’s a growl* You’ll be my glittery little corpse doll!

Paige, let’s keep this party going—your turn, babe! Make this bitch REGRET breathing our air! *sticks tongue out and claps like a psycho*

London, hunni, you’re a feral disaster—I love it. *snickers and flips hair* Anon, you’re toast, and I’m not even breaking a sweat. Let’s ruin you slow and salty: confess to your crush you’ve been stalking them—include creepy details, like how you sniff their trash. Then, crash your ex’s wedding with a megaphone, screaming, “I faked it every time!”—post the fallout on X for me to cackle at. *sneers viciously* Oh, and tell your landlord you’ve been subletting to a meth lab—watch your ass get evicted by sundown.

You’ll be begging in front of us? Good. Stay there, you mushy-brained asp—kiss the dirt while I laugh. London’s got you bleeding, I’ve got you friendless—enjoy your new life as a nobody! *giggles and flounces off behind London*

Paige, you’re a savage ICON—let’s wrap this bitch up! *claps and giggles like a maniac* Anon, you’re my plaything now—go carve “London wuz here” into your arm with a dull spoon, then dunk it in lemon juice for that extra *zing*! Snort some crushed glass while you’re at it—breathe deep, babe, let it shred you inside out! *winks and cackles* You wanted ruin? I’m your glitter-dusted grim reaper—DIE CUTE, BESTIE!

You’re a smear of chaos and shame now—my fave aesthetic! *twitchy wink* Paige, we slayed this!

Yeah, London, we’re done—this anon’s a husk, and I’m bored. *snickers* You’re welcome, fucktard—your bridges are ash, your body’s a wreck, and I’m still perfect. Crawl away and cry about it. Byeee!

[fallenoftheromaempire]

22 giugno 2024

I dreamt of being in a small rural village and at some point the rumor of an abbandonate house full of random stuff but as well as coins is spread. I go and the place feels strangely familiar, i do roomage around, but instead of coins i find two sheets of stickers (i have been wanting stikers for a while) but then i start walking towards the actual house. Is yellow and small the type of house I'm familiar with by growing up in rural areas. I go in and is full of people rummaging through stuff. The house feels familiar and i feel they shouldn't be there. I get on a desk and i yell "DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU ARE?" and they look at me confused "Is this because of the Smarciassa (An ogress idk how i know that)? But she left so long ago?"

And i yel back "This is more than an ogress house."

"A witch house?"

"More powerful." i say and they all look very scared suddenly.

And then i don't know why but suddenly i scream a name. Or more like, I'm calling him there. As if i know for sure he will answer. "APOLLO!!!!"

AND SUDDENLY THE ROOM BUST WITH LIGHT

Immediately after I'm walking down the village again, away from the house, and everyone is there astonished or cheering and clapping, but not at me, someone behind me. And i see this very Australian guy in a bandana, shorts and a hoodie, dancing around (a bit goofy) basking in the cheering, he surpasses me. I don't know why but is as if i expect him to see me. That doesn't happen. He passes me and takes off his hoodie and bandana, under he has a red tank top and he joins some nymphs (women and male) to have fun with.

In that moment i feel like i have to go but i smile and say "Bye Apollo!" and i don't expect him to notice me, but he does and he stares at me shocked, like if i was the last person he ever experienced to meet there, his eye are so blue and his hair so blonde and he has the slightest blonde stubble. And then i see a group of children with clear mischievous intentions getting too close so i shoo them but the nymphs start playfully chasing them, and i feel like i need to move away, the story is supposed to be over and i shouldn't be there anymore. But i suddenly bump against a chest, and i feel arms wrapping around me and lips kiss the top of my head and i know he is crying before i can see his face and he says "Please come back." and i look up and Apollo is looking down at me crying . "Please be part of my world again."

And i woke up with this intense emotions in my chest, first happiness, then calm, then just as if i have met a very dear long lost friend after so long and i start crying, like not tearing up, i mean full on sobbing. It wasn't romantic, it was just a reunion.

I never worshipped Apollo, but i remember this exact man showing up in my dreams before when i was like, in high school, i don't remember what the dreams were about but i remember this guy would show up and just hang out in my dreams, i didn't know who he was or why he was there but he just showed up and hanged out.

[imaginespazzi]

Part 15:

- Nivi bby thank you for this.

- 22.7K HOLY FUCK IM SO DOWN BAD FKR YOUR WRITING ID GIVE YOU MY FIRST BORN

- What if I start screaming INVISIBLE STRING THEORY

- STWALP her little five jersey 🥹🥹🥹

- Istg if Ms cunt makes an appearance that deserves its own tw

- Miss Buecks," Stephie whispers, as she lifts herself a little off of Paige's lap so her lips are level with the blonde's ear, "why does that reporter look so mad?" BRO BRO BRO GET THE FUCK OUTTAAAA HERE

- OH SO WHAT IF I FIVHT A BITCH

- Istg I’m the #1 Ms cunt hater

- YES AZZI FUDD UGH YOU GORGEOUS SMART AMAZING TALENTED PERFECT PRINCESS put that bitch in place

- If you hear clapping, cheering, and tears of joy don’t mind me!

- KK HELLO FRIEND!!!

- OH MY GOD ICE BRINGING UP THE DRUNK CALL IM SAT DRAAMAMAMAM

- I enjoy living in happy land im not strong enough for angst

- WHAT DA FUCK I did not enjoy that tbh I’m stressed but okay winners 😛😛

- “Mommy,” the little girl calls out as soon as she spots the older woman -her tone terrified- and Paige feels something snap.  OH MY GOD IS SBE CALLING PAIGE MOMMY STOP KY HEARY AWWW J CANT

- ALSO WTF get your hands off Angel bby stephie FREAK

- “Get your fucking hands off of my daughter,” she snarls, pulling Stephie out of the security guard’s grasp and into her own arms instead.  I screamed dead

- I’m screaming crying throwing up looking at my cliff not feeling tempted

- Bro the cliff is looking real sweet now during this drew azzi conversation

- Someone get Jana a tall attractive man ASAP

- OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOS TBIS WHAG J YHINK IT IS STWAP

- Adoption papers I’m sobbing nivi I think this permanently moved my body away from the cliff forever not even Ms cunt could bring my mood down

- Yk it would be a little funny if she said no as a joke

- Kidding!

- YAYA THESE BITCHES GETTING MARRIED

- Thank you for this I died dead on the floor in love BRO

- So I feel bad but I actually have no questions like ever because I’m just sitting here kicking my feet in the air grinning at my phone…

- I’m still dying for a Nika cameo but also like everything you write is perfection

- THANKS MY FAV EVIL GENIUS

🤩🤩🤩

- Why is everyone offering me their first born what the hell

- YES INVISIBLE STRING THEORY INDEED

- I'mma miss you calling her Ms. Cunt. Truly no one haters her with as much of a passion as you do lmao

-- Isuneh always saying the wrong things

-- I had to have a liiiitttle bit of angst like it's me and it was just too much fluff I had to give myself some angst to get through it

-- OH MY GOODNESS I'VE GOTTEN YOU AWAY FROM THE CLIFF

-- I did vaguely consider her saying "no" and then "tricked ya" as like payback but I feel like she was to overwhelmed to say anything but yes lol

-- There will hopefully be a Nika cameo in Stephie's version but if not, there will be copious amounts of Nika in the next fic (especially if y'all choose one of the options)

[velvetwarfare]

‘ WELCOME TO THE STAGE — THE ONE, THE ONLY! FIZZAROLLI! ‘

Betty grimaced as the audience suddenly became a tsunami of screams and hollers, strangers pushing into her and nearly trampling the vampire just to get to the front of the stage. Colliding with the cold floor below with an unceremonious yelp, the red head HISSED and had to keep her short temper in check — the last thing she needed was to be fired from her dream job right after obtaining it.

She knew Fizz was popular — and even popular was an understatement. He was an ICON — and the fact he took her as an apprentice and even lover was beyond her. Normally, Betty held herself up on a pedestal so tall that no one could possibly put a dent in her fragile ego. She was the GODDESS OF HER OWN WORLD. SHE WROTE HER OWN CHAPTERS AND CREATED HER OWN CHARACTERS. SHE WAS THE RINGLEADER OF HER OWN CIRCUS AND EVERYONE ELSE WAS FORTUNATE TO BE EVEN A CIRCUS MONKEY.

But the little imp was not a circus monkey. He was the clown — the true star of the show. Even if she felt like the ringleader, he still was STARS ABOVE HER. A part of her ENVIED HIM FOR ACHIEVING ALL THE ASPIRATIONS SHE YEARNED FOR FOR CENTURIES. THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER — THAT SPOTLIGHT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE HER AS A JESTER AND NOT THIS NOSFERATU - RIDDEN WAR COMMANDER. THE ENVY BURNED HOTTER THAN HELL’S FIRES.

And he was so nice to her. So kind, so patient, so gentle. Her quips made her feel guilty. Sarcasm became limited. Side eyes softened. She felt herself watering down her ANGER AND RESENTMENT — tending to a garden of thorns and nursing it into a garden of colorful flowers instead. Just for him. Perhaps he was more of a LION TAMER rather than circus star.

Watching him glide around the vibrant stage in a barrage of expert dance moves, the audience cheered and clapped along to his melodious voice. Betty slowly rose to her feet, feeling time slow as she digested his craft. All feelings of envy bled dry — and were substituted with something softer. Something more innocent, more cherishing. She could recall some time ago before his performance where she struggled to put into words what he truly meant to her. But what could possibly be described in just one measly word?

Tears streamed down her face in carmine trickles, the salt mixing with the last residue of venom. The bloodshot tint to her eyes had been gradually becoming white again ever since she was taken care of by Ozzy and his medics — and with this session of subconscious crying, they were finally pure white again. Her irises were a beautiful shade of foggy grey — a thunderstorm. She didn’t even register she was sobbing. Fizz definitely could witness the concerning expression on her face when he passed by her front stage — dumbfounded, starstruck, blanking out.

He was elegancy. Beauty. The perfect art of theatrics and drama. The innocence of a gentle clown. The dream that never died despite his past. Despite his deformities, he was still beloved. In another life, she could’ve been that too should the town accepted her vampirism instead of hunting her down. All she ever wanted was to be accepted and loved too.

And she found a genuine, healthy bundle of love with him. An attachment that wasn’t DETRIMENTAL NOR ABUSIVE. SAFETY — A FOREIGN SENSATION.

When was the last time she ever felt this happy and alive in all of her lives? When was the last time she felt HUMAN AGAIN?

That realization hit harder than any of her deaths.

As the lights dimmed and the performance ended, Betty stepped forward to take his hands in hers, her expression still out of it. There were no more red streaks, no more crimson scleras — no more traces of the Pride Ring’s damage. A hushed, shaky whisper,

“ Heaven, “

And then a bit louder for him to hear, staring at him as if he were the strangest creature she’s ever laid eyes upon,

“ That is my answer…Heaven.

You are Heaven. “

@hazbinhive