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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Falling for you ( Falling from grace) ( Complete )

Summary : Friends with benefits? Or maybe Enemies who just happen to fuck? Areum and Jungkook love driving each other crazy, but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8 ( Final )

Something about sitting on the counter in Jungkook’s kitchen, wearing nothing but his shirt and chopping carrots , while the clock read 2.20 AM felt so right, that I couldn’t stop grinning.

Jungkook was singing softly and apparently singing was yet another thing he was ridiculously good at.

“You’re singing at our wedding. You sound like an angel.” I declared, pointing one red veggie at him.

Jungkook laughed.

“Sure, what song?”

“Something sweet and nice and-”

“ Take off those heels- Lay on my bed- Whisper dirty secrets as I’m pulling on your hair.....”

I glared at him.

“absolutely not.”

“Aww Come on... “ Jungkook gave me the full brunt of his puppy eyes, “We should be true to ourselves and lets be real, yes I enjoy being corny and romantic with you but...it’s in the bed that we truly shine as a couple.” He grinned, bunny teeth poking out in an entirely too adorable way considering that he wanted to sing a fucking sex song at our ‘not-even-sure-if-its-happening wedding’ .

“No one else needs to know that...” I shuddered. My sister would expire on the spot.

“ They will when we sneak out at the reception to have sex in the closet.”

“In my wedding dress? Yeah right.” I rolled my eyes.

Jungkook’s eyes glittered.

“We’re going to be married in the Maldives. You’re going to be in a bikini.” He said casually.

I blinked.

“A bikini?”

“Yes. A bikini. The kind I can undo with just a couple of tugs on a string. “

“You’ve...given this a lot of thought.” I smirked.

He nodded.

“I am...but only because it’s damn near impossible to think of anything else when you’re in front of me.”

“You’re ridiculous.”.

He shrugged,

“Even picked out a ring.”

“Liar.” I hissed and he laughed.

“You’re right. I haven’t picked a ring. We’ll pick one together ....when we want to get married.”

“But...thats ...not anytime soon right?” I said nervously. Jungkook gave me a smile, moving back to stirring the saucepan with the meat and adding some sauce.

“It doesn’t have to be ever. I’m happy this way. If one day you wake up and feel like you’re missing a ring on your finger, we’ll go do the whole wedding shebang. If not, that's fine too. We can spend the rest of our lives being the horny couple everyone avoids at family gatherings. ” he shrugged.

I laughed but felt my heart expand a few sizes inside me.

“Thank you.” I whispered and he leaned over the counter to gently grip my chin, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

“No one else gets to say what we are. No one else gets to say what we can or can’t do. Okay?” He rubbed his nose against mine and I nodded.

I bit my lips, thinking about something that had always bothered me.

“Your parents-” He cut me off before I could finish.

“I won’t lie. They’ll probably want me to...reconsider.” He sighed. “ But I don’t think they’ll give you a hard time about it.. They’re polite and good people. Just have a different idea of what I need in a wife.”

I played with the hem of his shirt.

“Sana , she’s-” i couldn’t even say it, just looking up at him. He was already staring at me.

He nodded, smiling a little.

“Someone my parents have been trying to set me up with, yeah.” He admitted.

“You didn’t turn her down ...” I said softly, feeling hurt .

He stared at me, turning the heat down on the pan before coming around to stand in front of me.

“Hey, come on, don’t look like that, baby...”

“And she’s going to be there at your fight today and-”

“I just didn’t want to pick a fight with my parents before today’s match. Because believe it or not, I was going to ask you out today , after I won.”

I blinked at him, surprised.

“Really?”

“Really. I... you’ve been staying over and stuff, and you actually looked jealous of Sana so I thought...you know maybe you’ve changed your mind about us.... So I wanted to ask you out. And I wanted my parents to be in a good mood when I told them I’m with you. So I indulged them a little , that’s all.”

I nodded. Talking about his parents made me think of my own mother and God, I could feel a headache coming on. But I had to tell him the truth.

“My mom...she’s...she’s a little...”

He squeezed my knees, leaning closer and bumping my head with his.

“I’m not the kind of guy women usually want to bring home to their parents, but i will wear a nice button down, brush my teeth and get a whole bunch of flowers for her when you ask me to.” He whispered.

“She’ll only want you for your money.” I blurted out.

He straightened, looking confused.

Embarrassment flooded me but I had to be honest with him.

“My mother, she... she got used to a really luxurious lifestyle with my dad and when he died, she just...she couldn’t accept that she’s going to have to give up a lot of stuff... So she’ll try to get you to buy her things. I’ll try to keep her away as much as I can but-”

“I really wouldn’t mind buying her stuff-”

I shook my head fiercely.

“No..No..that’s... I can’t ask you to that.”

Areum look at me-” He demanded and I stared at him.

“You do know that I’m like, filthy rich, right?” He said firmly.

I rolled my eyes.

“Yes but-”

“Buying your mom a few trinkets every month wouldn’t even put a dent in the amount of money I make in a fucking hour.” He raised both his eyebrows.

I frowned.

“Okay, stop bragging.”

He laughed.

“ I’m serious. You don’t have to worry about it okay? Besides you can always repay me for it. “

I gaped at him.

“I cannot repay-”

“In kisses.” He finished.

I stared at him, not fooled at all.

“And office sex. I really really want to spend a whole entire day at work with you wrapped around my cock...not even fucking,,,just you in my lap, me inside you.... Its like my biggest fantasy.” His eyes looked a little glazed.

I felt heat rush all the way up to my ears, my face flaming.

“You’re insatiable” I muttered, whacking his shoulder.

His eyes shifted, gaze darkening and heavy with something that was more than just lust. More than just attraction,. It was heavy and over powering, strong and impossible to ignore. It was so heavy and dark and sensuous and yet somehow so achingly soft and affectionate.

“It’s never enough, “ He leaned in close, curving fingers on my waist and kissing my neck. “ After two years, I tell myself I should have had enough of you but...” He brushed his lips against mine, “ It’s not. I want to touch you more. I always come away from our time together wishing I could touch you some more. Want to touch you more, take in that scent of yours, watch your eyes flash when I make you cum. ”

He grabbed my knees, spreading my legs and I became acutely aware of being completely naked underneath his shirt.

“We’re not having sex on the kitchen counter.” I protested, laughing and he hummed, kissing my jaw gently.

“Come on, its a rite of passage. Its not true love if you don’t have sex on the kitchen counter while your dinner burns on the stove...”

Oh, well.

Maybe he was right.

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“Should i just forfeit the match tonight?” Jungkook whispered, voice muffled against my shoulder blades as he pressed soft little kisses to my skin , deliciously slow and gentle.

I frowned, face down on the soft duvet on his bed, fingers curled into the fabric, trying to chase sleep.

The slightly golden light spilling into the room told me it was morning, but still pretty early. We could definitely afford to sleep in a few more hours at least. It had been almost four in the morning when we had finally fallen asleep. Jungkook had wanted to leave the kitchen as it was but I couldn’t fathom leaving some poor maid the task of cleaning cum off the mahogany surface.

“Why would you say that?” i said, surprised.

Jungkook sighed.

“I don’t know. “ He pulled away from me and rolled to the side. I stared at him as he gazed back at me.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered, genuinely concerned.

He gave me a soft smile.

“It’s just a thought. I have it every morning of a major match.” He ran a palm over his face, mussing up his hair bore reaching out to press a kiss on my forehead.

“Is it nervousness?” I asked, feeling anxious. There was something oddly frightening about seeing this side of Jungkook. I’d only ever seen the cool, confident asshole. The one that had no qualms about taking what he wanted, when he wanted.

And I felt .... like it was a privilege he was granting me, letting me see the vulnerable side to his well earned cockiness.

He shook his head.

“It’s not. I’m not worried about losing, wouldn’t even mind losing once in a while.”

“But you don’t... you’re literally incapable of losing, golden maknae...” I teased and he rolled his eyes.

“It’s actually about you.” He reached out and cupped my cheek gently.

I blinked, pressing my own fingers over his. .

“What?”

“I’m not sure you’ll....like that side of me.” He said hesitantly.

“Jungkook...”

“A large part of why I never let you see me fight is because, I’m not a nice person in the ring. I don’t show a lot of mercy ... I sometimes use more force than necessary and well, there’s nothing beautiful about beating the shit out of someone is there?”

I swallowed.

“You think I’ll see you differently, if I watch you fight.”

He nodded.

“Won’t you? It’s not a very dignified sport.”

I hesitated, not sure what to say to that.

“I’ve not... I don’t think I’ve ever thought it was weird, in a bad way, that you boxed. I just thought it was something you were good at. It’s not... I don’t think I feel that deeply about it.”

He nodded.

“I believe you . But it still worries me. I’m just scared I guess...”

“Scared..?”

“Scared that seeing me in the ring will make you change your mind about us.”

I jolted, stunned.

Moving quickly to his side , I threw my arms around his neck, kissing him hard.

I pulled back to glare at him.

“I’m not going to leave you over a sport you play.” I said drily .

He chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose.

“If you say so.”

“I’m serious. I’m not a delicate flower, Jungkook. I’m not going to enjoy watching you get hurt, yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to just...give up on everything that you are.... because of this.”

“You’re right.... I’m sorry if i worried you.” He said softly , and it was so disarming, how much adoration was writ large on his features.

I was used to the lust and the passion and the roughness but this Jungkook, the tender, gentle lover....he was sending me into a downward spiral.

“This is weird.” I laughed a little.

He grinned.

“What?” He scooted closer, reaching out to gently hold my hand.

“You...being so...” I stopped when he stroked the delicate skin on the back of my hand with feather light touches.

“So...what?” His eyebrows quirked up, teasing and I felt myself blushing so furiously .

“Stop it...” I whispered, mortified with how hot my face was getting. That tender, adoring look on his face was making it impossible for me to breathe.

Jungkook gave me a wicked smile and carefully slotted his fingers between mine, holding my hand gently before raising it up to kiss my knuckles.

“What’s making you turn so red, angel?” He pressed soft affectionate kisses, on each knuckle and then the inside of my wrist and I smiled so wide my cheeks began to hurt a bit.

“Jungkook...” I could barely get the words out and it was so incredibly embarrassing that something as innocently affectionate as him holding my hand was filling me with an incontrollable urge to just burst into tears.

“ I love you...” He whispered , blowing gently on my fingers.

“Oh, God...” I could feel my soul threatening to leave my body.

“Love every little bit of you...” He rolled over me, straddling my waist , arms caging me in as he pressed one soft kiss to my temple.

“I’m going to cry.” I said firmly.

“Love that you’re so brave, so unafraid. “ He kissed the edge of my brows., “ love that you stand up for yourself, love that you don’t take shit from anyone, even me and I love that you’re here. In my arms. Like this, although I don’t deserve you at all, my beautiful goddess....” he whispered.

The nickname made me astral project for one hot minute.

Determined to get some control back, I grabbed the drawstrings of his sweatpants, untying the loose knot before slipping my fingers into the waistband.

“Hmm... you’re right. You don’t deserve. But because I’m a generous generous goddess, how about I let you worship me, the way I deserve ....” I whispered, tugging his pants down, pushing the fabric past his muscled thighs. He laughed.

“And how would that be?”

“Let me use that hot, thick dick of yours... Wanna ride it till my thighs shake, make you cum so hard you’ll see heaven...” I whispered and he rolled his eyes.

“This is supposed to be a soft moment .... and all you’re interested in is my cock , you dirty little-” He choked when I shimmied down, quickly. Scooting down the bed till i was face to face with his dick, his thighs straddling my chest and his cock right up against my mouth.

I licked the tip, gently.

“I love you too..” I whispered, wrapping my lips around the soft head , letting my lips suck on the sensitive skin, tongue licking the soft underside as he grabbed on to the headboard to steady himself.

“Areum-”

“Love how much you care for me,” I ran the tip of my tongue all over the head , getting it nice and sloppy, “ how upset you get when I’m hurting....” I opened my mouth wide, lifting up just a bit to suck more of him into my mouth.

“Oh God-”

“Love how kind, and talented and nice you are. Love how good you are at making me feel good. No one makes me feel as good as you do, Jungkook...”

He was staring down at me, eyes blown with a mixture of arousal and affection, fingers carding through my hair gently.

I gave his hip a small pat.

“Fuck my mouth... i can’t suck you off like this.” I squeezed his ass , enjoying how hard it felt beneath my hand. I gripped his thighs, stroking them up and down, leanly muscled and corded with strength.

And then, completely losing my senses,

“Namjoon’s thighs are a little bigger than yours right? ” I said thoughtfully, completely serious and not even realizing what i was saying and who I was saying it to until his grip on my hair tightened hard enough .

Jungkook’s eyes widened comically and he was off me in a second.

The look of sheer and absolute horror on his face made me laugh so hard i nearly choked.

Growling, he grabbed me by the shoulders, flipping me over so fast, i bounced off the mattress. I laughed into the fabric of the pillow .

“Jungkook, i was just jok--” I got cut off by a smack to the back of my thigh, hard and stinging.

“Hyung’s thighs? Really, Areum, you wanna got there?” He smacked me again, and I whined.

“Is this any way to treat a goddess?” I choked out, struggling to crawl away but he held me down easily.

“Shouldn’t ever go soft on you..., called you a goddess one time and suddenly you wanna be a little brat about it......” He grunted, fingers closing around my upper arms and pulling my hands back so hard that my shoulder actually popped.

He pulled me up till I was on my knees, his chest pressed to my back as he gripped my wrists hard.

“Ow!! I’m sorry!” I yelped, but he wasn’t listening, and I grinned when i felt the familiar cold of metal on my wrists.

“You’re so easily riled...” I added a slight lilt to my words, knowing how much it annoyed him.

He didn’t disappoint, grabbing my chin hard and yanking my head back so I could stare at him.

“Only when you forget your place, angel.” He whispered .

“My place?” I blinked innocently. “ And where is that?”

He gave me a quick bruising kiss.

“In my heart most of the time. But right now, on your knees up against the head board so I can fuck your brains out.”

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“I love you.” Jungkook said cheerfully, leaning against the wall and grinning like the Chesire cat. I straightened from where I was kneeling, tying my sneakers.

I stared at him, completely amused.

“Jungkook you don’t have to say that so often...” I shook my head.

He frowned.

“I like being able to say those words to you. I spent entirely too many months thinking them and not being allowed to say them.”

I felt my heart melt a little.

“I love you too. “ I whispered.

“I wouldn’t mind you being there, you know. I know I said all that stuff, but if you really want to see me fight from up front....”

I shook my head.

“Its alright. I won’t be anywhere near the front and I’ll make sure to look away when you’re punching your opponent. “ I teased.

He sighed.

“Just remember that’s not who I am, okay? I... I love you.” He said again.

“Now the word’s just beginning to lose all meaning.” I laughed.

He looked hurt at that.

I rushed to sooth him.

“I’m just joking, I’m joking... Of course it has meaning and i love that you’ve suddenly turned into a love bot, but let’s just... tone it down. Just a little bit.” I pinched my fingers together,.

He tugged his lower lips between his teeth.

“You’ll be okay to get to the venue by yourself right? I’m going to take a shower and a nap before I head there.”

“I’ll be fine.” I waved him off. “ We’ll meet up after you win and celebrate properly.” I winked, giving him one last kiss before waving bye.

As the door closed behind him, I couldn’t help but grin ear to ear.

Ain’t love grand?

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I was wrong.

I couldn’t do this.

“He is so hot. Oh my God, you’re so lucky, Sana...look at his fucking abs.”

I willed myself not to take a swing at the girl next to me. I wanted to clench my fist, raise my arm and just let loose till she was knocked out on the floor. The women from the office had seen me hovering awkwardly at the back and swooped on me like a pair of vultures.

I’d been swept to the very front with them, my protests falling on deaf ears and now, suddenly I had front row seats to watching the love of my life get hurt.

There was nothing even remotely enjoyable about watching Jungkook get hit. And although it was clear that he was winning , clear that he was so much better than his opponent, there was no denying that the other guy was good too.

And the two times he had managed to catch Jungkook off guard, landing a couple of punches, my entire heart had cracked into two.

“He’s going to be my husband...can you believe?” San whispered next to me and I startled.,

Oh God.

The girls looked at me eagerly.

“Oh...that’s yeah. Sounds amazing.” I smiled.

“He could probably like fuck you against the wall, “ Jieun whispered, giggling .

Sana blushed so red I wanted to scream.

“So hot... Do you think he’s... you know...big?” She nudged me lightly, laughing.

Oh wow. I clenched my fists, feeling rage fill my veins so fast that I saw red.

But I was saved by the sound of a commotion up front and my head whipped around, panic setting in.

I stared at the ring. Jungkook stood back while his opponent was flat on the floor, unmoving.

Great, these horny bitches had made me miss him taking the winning shot.

i watched the referee kneel beside the prone man, counting slowly and I saw Jungkook turn to stare right at me.

“He’s looking at you, Sana... He’s looking at you, look!!” Jieun grinned.

I bit my lips, smiling at him.

“I think you should go to him.” The girls told Sana and I jumped.

What the fuck??

Unable to bear it, I pushed past them, ignoring their surprised squawks as I pushed past the crowd to the aisle.

“And , ladies and gentleman, we have ourselves a winner. Give it up for our very own, Jeon Jung Kook!!”

The crowd went wild, the referee raising his hand up in victory.

I ran all the way up to the ring, narrowly missing the guard near the front and crawling up into the ring.

Jungkook stared at me, wide eyes as I jumped on him with a running leap.

He caught me around the waist easily, laughing. He gripped my butt, hoisting me up and I wrapped my thighs tight around his waist.

“Oh, wow”. He whispered, but I was too busy searching the crowd for the three girls who had triggered me into this madness.

Sana and her two friends stood slack jawed, eyes wide as saucers as they stared at me.

I snatched the mic out of Jungkook’s hand. Glared right at them.

“To answer your question...yes.. he’s big. The biggest I’ve ever had and what’s more he knows how to use it too. Also, stay the fuck away from my boyfriend and stop talking about him like he’s a piece of meat, you whores. You do know I work in the HR department right? I will file sexual harassment suits on the three of you so fast you’ll-”

Jungkook grabbed the mic out of my hands before I could finish, looking absolutely horrified.

“You crazy little bint!” He laughed aloud and I pouted.

“They’re taking about your dick. I don’t like that.” I protested.

“Baby, you know my dick is yours.”

“Damn right it is.” I said firmly.

He grinned a bit.

“And so is my heart.”

I let him kiss me, the background noise and the sound of of cheering fading away as I let my eyes flutter shut, reveling in just him.

Of course, we had things to do. Meet our parents. Make our relationship public.... a whole lot of messy grown up stuff that would annoy the fuck out of both of us.

But for now, kissing him in front of everyone, ignoring Namjoon’s screams of, ‘ Jungkook there are reporters here!!! ’ and my sister’s shouts of, ‘ stop you heathens’.....

Well, this felt just right.

The End .

Authors Note : Well, this was a whole entire journey wasn’t it!!!!! I will deeply miss Jungkook and Areum, I loved them with my whole entire heart. I hope you guys loved them too... Let me know if you did... As always, feedback is much, much appreciated !!!! Thank you for sticking by. Love and kisses.

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ithehellisbucky · 3 years

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Waking Up In Vegas

spencer reid x reader

request: prompts 87 (boop), 88 (that's such a bad idea- lets do it), 89 (Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool), 96 (I'm not crying, you are.) by anon

word count: 1.7k

warnings: Mentions of drug addiction, heavy drinking and blackout, that's it.

author's note: I've had this in my inbox for months, and I'm so sorry I didn't finish it sooner. Also, what do you want to see from my blog, it seems like I only post once a week for my fics and that's a no go from me.

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The light was too loud- that's a wonderful thing to think when you remember nothing of the night before. You groaned and sat up, seeing that you were in a large bed with white covers. You scratched your head and looked around, noticing that the bedboard behind you was a large pink heart.

Looking down you realize that you're wearing a sequined red bikini top and a skirt scarf combo with booty shorts underneath. Drunk you does not have good fashion sense.

Before you can notice anything else, you start to feel puke crawling up your throat and you immediately run and vomit all your guts up.

You rinse your mouth out and notice that the blanket mound you left has shifted, and you become wary and pick up a heavy brass candlestick.

And then the lump rolls over, and it's your goddamn coworker.

"Reid?"

He startles and wakes up, staring at you and then glancing down at himself- huh, there was something wrong about that picture, but you couldn't figure out what it was just yet.

"y/n? What are you doing in my hotel room?" He pauses, looks around, then mutters under his breath "this isn't my hotel room."

He looks up at you "Since when are you married?"

"I'm not," You look down at your hand, noticing a giant red ruby adorning your ring finger "I am."

You look down at his hand and notice that he is too, "And so are you."

You and Spencer look around your room, both badly masking paranoia and panic. Both of your eyes stop when you notice a picture frame in the corner- a wedding certificate.

"Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool Cool. This is fine, no big deal, just a marriage certificate," You move over and pick it up "with both of our names on it."

"Okay, this is okay, this is fine," Spencer says, sitting back down on the bed stunned.

"So, we're married, which is a thing that happened, last night, that you definitely remember." You say, sitting down next to your newly revealed husband.

"I don't remember."

"How do you not remember? You have super memory powers!"

"This is an excellent first fight to have as a married couple, of course, you blame me." He says, standing up and shrugging.

You meet his stance "Of course I blame you! You're the smart one!"

"Oh, well Agent, I wasn't aware that you had an IQ of 25!" He pauses "25 is the number associated by Henry H. Goodard to be an idiot, it's actually-"

"I know!" You exclaim, seething with half-hearted rage.

"You know, your the one who got an addict drunk!"

"Your vice isn't alcohol! If I drugged you I'd be a monster! You ordered that first bloody mary all by yourself, and those shots we did were totally consensual!!!"

He looked up at you "you remember that?"

You think, and notice memories that you didn't know were there, "um, yeah, bits and pieces."

From the expression he makes, he looks to be remembered more too. You and your new husband sit down and let it all hit you.

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"4 tequila shots please." You wave down the bartender.

You're already buzzed, but you and Spencer were just getting warmed up. Morgan and Garcia left hours ago to go to a fancy restaurant, Rossi was planted firmly at the poker table, Hotch was nowhere to be seen, JJ had gone home to be with Henry, and Emily was at a "sin to win" night at some casino that you already knew too much about just by hearing the name.

So that leaves you and Spencer at the bar in the only casino in town he wasn't banned from.

At first, you were concerned about him drinking, but once he reassured that alcohol isn't his way of self-medicating, you were okay. Besides, if you saw any red flags, you would throw his ass in rehab faster than you can say 'gin'.

So, you were 5 drinks in and having the time of your lives, showing off battle scars and laughing. God, his eyes were pretty.

"Your eyes are so pretty!" You giggled "like soooooo pretty, woooooooow."

He laughed and looked back at you "your skin is pretty, like in a non-serial killer way, it's really pretty."

"Thank you, just don't kill me for it."

"I just called no murder!" He whined "besides, how am I sure you won't kill me and scoop my eyes out?"

"Because that's gross." You said, rolling your eyes.

"And stealing your skin isn't?"

"You can' have my skin!" You say, mock running away.

He laughs, and looks directly into your eyes, and smiles, wow, he was pretty. Morgan was right.

"Hey, do you wanna get out of here?" Spencer asks you.

"Yeah, let's get ice cream!" You grab his hand, and it feels natural through your foggy brain.

After stumbling through the ice cream parlor, full of people who were trying to pretend like they weren't. Spencer got butter pecan, and you got sherbert and chocolate.

You stumbled out of the store, giggling to yourself and Spencer.

God, you loved him. So you told him.

"I love you." He stopped in his tracks, and you almost tripped on a bicycle rack.

"Really?" He whispers.

All of the giggles are gone.

"I love you."

The ice cream is long forgotten, his on the ground, and half of yours on your clothes and half next to his on the ground. All that's left is your faces inching closer to each other.

When your lips meet it feels like firecrackers going off inside your head.

His mouth is soft, gently contrasting with your soft lips. His tongue sneaks into your mouth, your smile around his.

"Let's get married." He pulls apart from you, out of breath.

You stay silent for a moment, before looking up and directly into his chocolate brown eyes "That is such a bad idea-"

He diverts his eyes and scratches the back of his skull "Um, yeah, that's okay, let's-"

"Let's do it."

He looks back at you, and you grab his body and kiss him.

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Sometimes people can be happy, you realize as an elderly woman ties a sash around your waist.

You have to be honest, you never thought this was gonna be how you were gonna get married. Hell, you weren't sure if you were gonna get married at all. But certainly not like this. Certainly not at 1 am to your coworker 7 drinks in at a cheap roadside attraction.

Definitely not like this.

But something about this weirdness felt like the only way anything ever would've made any sense.

There was something about the outfit you were wearing that was perfect, a bright red bra covered in sequins underneath a top with buttons and poofy sleeves that showed off a lot of your chest, a wrap-around cheap white silk skirt with jeans shorts underneath. And of course purple open-toed boots. Perfect.

Marrying Spencer Reid is like a fever dream. A perfect man with perfect hair and perfect eyes. So of course you were giggling like crazy while they put the cheap crown with pink tulle serving as a veil on your head.

Your witnesses were an elderly couple, of course, you wanted to have your best friends there, but knowing them they'd try to talk you out, and believe me, there was no way you wanted out of it.

"Now's time dear," the woman exclaims, gently patting you on the shoulder and leading you out of the fitting room and towards the chapel.

The owner of the business hooks his arm around yours and leads you into the chapel, church bells from an iPod attached to a speaker ringing out into the air.

Spencer turns around the air visibly leaves his lungs when you make eye contact. The chapel you two had chosen in this drunken haze was costume-themed, and he was wearing an ancient Rome costume that fit the time where his favorite philosopher, so even though no one else noticed, you could tell he was dressed as Gaius.

His hair had been attempted to slick back, but little curls were popping up all over the place instead. He was wringing his hands tightly and bouncing his knee, god you couldn't wait to marry him.

The elderly man who had led you to the alter places you next to Spencer, you couldn't focus on anything but your soon-to-be-husband.

Spencer takes his hands and gently pulls your veil up from around your face, and a tear trickles out of his eyes as he sees you. You smile and notice his nerves, try to calm the love of your life down "boop", you gently tap his nose and he smiles in comfort.

The officiant drones on and on about love but you can't hear him, all you can focus on is his love-filled eyes.

"Do you take Spencer Reid to be your husband?"

Your eyes snap out of their daze and you say with the most certainty than you have ever said anything: "I do."

"And do you take (y/n) (y/l/n) to be your life partner for as long as you may live?"

"I do," And you feel more wanted than you ever have in your life, he wants you, Spencer wants you.

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You and Spencer sit on your bed in stunned silence, neither believing that last night had really happened. You look over at your apparent husband and notice tears streaming down his face.

"You're crying." You say, your voice coming out as a chocked whisper.

"I'm not crying, you are." You look down and notice that your shirt is soaked in tears.

"Oh." You take a deep breath and look into his eyes. "So, what do you want to do?"

"Get an annulment?" He doesn't look completely happy about his answer and stares into your eyes for reassurance.

You take a deep breath and stare off into the distance, out into a world that would be so much better if you were married to Spencer Reid. "I don't want that."

You look back at him to meet his eyes, "Me neither."

"I love you, a lot, and I want to be married to you." Spencer smiles, and you feel wanted and safe and loved.

Instead of saying it back, he kissed you with a passion that was way more descriptive than simple words. Spencer is your husband and you love him, he loves you, and you are finally wanted.

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The Parent Trap | Chapter Six; to love someone else

pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

AU: The Parent Trap, dad!harry

series summary: Identical twins Benjamin and Edward, separated at birth and each raised by one of their biological parents, later discover each other for the first time at summer camp and make a plan to bring their wayward parents back together.

chapter summary; There are so many thing to say, but so little time for Harry and Y\N.

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Life had a funny way of bringing people together, and it had no interest in their desires. Sitting on one of the blue couches, a coffee in her hand, the only thing Y\N wanted to do was run away and never look back. But she wasn't eighteen anymore; she had learned that running from your problems only circled you back to them. So, she did what every reasonable person would do, stayed put. But now, seeing her hand shaking while holding the silver spoon, Y\N was questioning every decision she ever made that brought her to this point.

So much for getting over him Y\N, well done.

"You look good."

The moment words left his mouth Harry cursed himself silently. You look good. Of course, she did. Is that what he all had? After almost nine years, Y\N still made him tongue-tied. He wasn't the Harry who stood in front of thousands of people to perform; he was a boy again, and he hated it. He was eighteen again, seeing his producer's sister and thinking, maybe he is capable of love. Despite feeling like it was yesterday, Harry wasn't eighteen anymore. He didn't have the opportunities to be stupid and in love. It had been a long time since Harry had lost that chance. Wishing he could say sorry and explain anything wasn't going to solve anything, and it surely wasn't going to bring him his old Y\N, who was naive enough to fall in love with a worldwide star. She knew better now. So, maybe the only thing he could come up with was you look good.

Even though a moment of sadness passed her face, Y\N was quick to pull herself together. She put a kind smile on her face, the way she did when one of her customers made her feel tired, but she still had to keep going. Harry had seen that smile before when he told her he had to cancel one of their dates, again or when he told her that they couldn't be seen together in public.

"You look good too."

There it was again, her velvet-like voice. Y\N had always amazed Harry; she could be kind to everyone no matter what, even when the person across her was the reason for her broken heart. Neither of them dared to ask about their sons and each other. How would you ask about someone you chose to leave behind?

"Can I..." Y\N could feel her anxiety riling up. She took a deep breath and tried sitting more straight. "How is he?"

Harry's heart almost skipped a beat. He couldn't decide if he was stupid to send him away. Would it be less awkward if Benjamin was there, or would it be a dread to explain to him why his mother was standing in the middle of their guest room?

"Look, I know we had an agreement." Y\N sighed. Harry didn't realize how much time it took him to come up with an answer until she spoke. "I only want to know how he is."

"He's... Well, he's good."

Harry apparently lost his ability to form any good sentences that day, but it looked like he was talking to a brick wall. Y\N left her cup on the coffee table, now leaning and resting her elbows on her knees.

"I feel like I'm doing a terrible job." Eyes fixed on the ground and watery, head between her hands, Harry couldn't remember the last time he had seen Y\N so vulnerable. "Edward is the sweetest boy, I swear. He's the perfect kid any parent could ask for. And I feel like I'm the worst mother for tearing him apart from his brother, for not giving him the life he deserves. And the only thing I can think of is would he be happier if he were with you." She was up suddenly, pacing around the room.

"And how much I missed from Benjamin's life. Will, he ever know me, or Edward ever know you? Will they ever know each other? Will they ever forgive us for what we did?" She stopped, looking at Harry. She couldn't remember how long it had been since she looked into his green eyes. She wanted to keep going. Scream, shout, cry. But she stood there, looking at him, waiting like he could give her an answer.

Will I ever forgive myself for letting you go?

Y\N wanted to keep asking, but there was no point. She stopped a tear before it could reach her jaw, quickly. "God, I don't know how long I've been holding that in."

Harry was dying to apologize, to ask if she was missing him as much as he was missing her. He was dying to fall at her feet and beg for forgiveness. Instead, he sat there, like an idiot.

"We were young, Y\N. We did what we thought was best. Wrong or right, there is no undoing it right now."

Hearing her name roll off his sweet mouth woke something inside Y\N. She had so many things she wanted to say but didn't know where to begin. Her mouth was frantically opening and closing back again, but nothing came out.

Sarah and Mitch were just outside the room, trying to listen to the conversation. "I swear he's so stupid," Mitch whispered. "Just say something!"

"Hey, be quiet. I'm trying to listen."

Before Mitch could say anything, he heard key sounds coming from the front door. He quickly turned to Sarah. "Camille wasn't visiting today, right?" He was praying that it wasn't Camille, but there wasn't anyone outside them who had keys to Harry's house.

"Shit."

"I know you're a great mother, Y\N; I know that. And I know we did wrong things, but that doesn't mean you're failing."

"I feel like I am." Y\N was still standing there, her fingers fidgeting with her white shirt. She wanted to yell, how could he possibly know what kind of mother she was? He was never there. Harry stood up with a purpose to walk to Y\N and maybe to hold her. But his actions stopped when the door to the guest room opened.

And there she was, Camille Rowe with all her glory. Blonde hair sitting on her shoulders, red-colored lips, and long lashes, she looked like she came straight from a runway. And Y\N tried with all her might, but she couldn't hate her. Even though her pants were horrible, even though she always used her beauty to get away with her cruelty. And, true, the diamond ring sitting on her finger was no help, but still, she had no hate for her. It wasn't Camille's fault that she was at his feet, basically asking Harry to fix everything because she was too vulnerable.

How Y\N wished she could love somebody else that wasn't Harry. She wished she could move on as he did. But it was stuck, her whole life was stuck since he left her without any explanation. Sometimes she would feel so ready to love someone else, to find anybody willing to take her this broken. She tried so hard, lying to herself, making everyone believe she got over him. She didn't listen to any of his songs, watch anything that could be related to him. She was running away for the last nine years, not once stopping and looking back. Well, look where it brought her to now, sitting in the same room with him and his fiancee, who had no idea how much history they had.

"I honestly love everything piece you do." Did she? Y\N couldn't tell if Camille knew everything or not. But if she did, she was a damn good actress. And Y\N was terrified of what could come after this if she didn't leave that house right now. "I would love it if you worked on my wedding dress."

Y\N's whole world was upside down at that moment. Her hair on her neck stood on end. Her whole body was shivering; she didn't know if it was rage or hurt. Still, the smile came up again.

"I'm afraid I'm too busy with my new collection."

"Well, I will have to find someone else, I guess." Camille laughed, her hand sneaking up Harry's leg. Y\N was burning, her blood felt like it was boiling inside her veins. She needed to get out of there, quick. "But I'm so glad Harry could reach somebody. He had been looking for that cardigan for days, now. I thought he was going crazy." She laughed again, unlike everyone else in the room but, apparently she didn't care.

"It was no problem, honestly. Jonathan is a dear friend of mine; I was just doing a favor." Y\N couldn't believe how calm she sounded. Maybe she should have chosen to be an actress.

"I'm sure you're very busy, but we would love to see you at the wedding. Right, honey?" Camille turned to Harry, waiting for his approval. Harry quickly nodded as if he was waiting to agree to everything she was saying. "Of course."

"I'll have to see, I guess." Y\N didn't know how much longer she could pretend like everything bathed in sunlight. So, she got up, ignoring the shaking in her legs. "I should go, my team is probably waiting for me."

"It was lovely to meet you." Camille held her hand out. Her grasp was hard like she was telling Y\N to start running and never look back again. Still, Y\N stood her ground, firmly taking her handshake and smiling. Her eyes meet Harry's for a second. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she didn't think anything that she could say would turn this around. So, she lied instead.

"Congratulation on the engagement. You two make a lovely couple."

Y\N couldn't believe she could lie so effortlessly, without any trembling in her voice. Still, shaking Camille's warm hand and seeing her next to Harry with a diamond on her hand made her want to get in her car and run away to somewhere very far away that she could throw up. So, she did that.

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I’m reading a non-canon short story written by Andrzej Sapkowski about Geralt and Yennefer’s wedding called Something Ends, Something Begins and my heart is literally so full. Even Asaps has to get tired of having so much angst so this short story is a literal fluff-fest and I love it so much.

So I thought I would share some of my favorite quotes from the story and if you all want to read it, here is the link.

"One day she'll break her neck," growled Yennefer, watching Ciri galloping in the splashing water, bent, firm in the stirrups. "One day your crazy daughter will break her neck."

Geralt turned his head and without a word looked into the sorceress's violet eyes.

"All right, then," smiled Yennefer, without averting her eyes. "Sorry, our daughter."

She hugged him again, pressing herself against him firmly, bit him in the arm again, kissed him, and bit him once more. Geralt touched her hair with his lips and carefully pulled her gown over her shoulders.

I am literally...I swear, we finally get domestic Yenralt and it isn’t even in the canon universe. I am literally going to fight someone. This is so damn cute and the way Yennefer is like “our daughter” my goddamn heart.

The list of the guests wasn't that long. The engaged couple compiled it together and charged Dandelion with sending the invitations. Soon it turned out that the troubadour lost the list before he could even read it. Because he was ashamed to confess, he used a cheap trick and invited whomever he could. Of course he knew Geralt and Yennefer well enough that he didn't miss anyone important, but it wouldn't have been him if he didn't enrich the list of the guests by an admirable number of quite random persons.

Why does it just make sense that Dandelion would fuck this up? It’s so in-character, putting him in charge of the guest list was the first mistake.

No one invited the golden dragon Villentretenmerth, because no one knew how to invite him and where to look for him. To the general astonishment the dragon turned up, of course incognito, in the form of the knight Borch Three Jackdaws. Of course, where Dandelion was present, one could not speak of any incognito, but even so few believed when the poet pointed at the curly-haired knight and claimed it was a dragon.

The image of Dandelion just pointing at this dude and yelling “He’s a dragon!” is fucking hilarious, especially when you consider most people don’t know dragons can shapeshift.

"Was it you who invited

Triss Merigold?

"No," the witcher shook his head and silently praised the fact that the mutation of his blood system didn't allow him to blush.

"Not me. I think it was Dandelion, even though all of them claim to have learned about the wedding from the magical crystals."

"I don't want Triss to be present on my wedding!"

"But why? She's your friend."

"Don't make a fool out of me, witcher! Everyone knows you slept with her!"

"That's not true."

Yennefer's violet eyes narrowed dangerously.

"It is true."

"Is not!"

"It is!"

"All right," he turned around angrily. "It is true. So?"

The sorceress was quiet for a moment, playing with the obsidian star on the black velvet ribbon around her neck.

"Nothing," she said at last. "I just wanted you to admit it. Never try to lie to me, Geralt. Ever."

I love the little bickering. Also, like, even though Triss and Yennefer are friends try valid of her to not want her at the wedding. She slept with Geralt!! Love how Geralt tries to deny it at first but gives up ten seconds later. Geralt really tried to pull the “just friends” card and Yennefer was having NONE of it.

The doppler accused Villentretenmerth of racism, chauvinism and lack of knowledge on the discussion's topic. Therefore, the insulted Villentretenmerth changed for a moment into his natural dragon form, destroying several pieces of furniture and causing a general panic. When the situation calmed down, a fierce quarrel began, in which humans and non-humans accused each other of lack of open-mindedness and racial tolerance.

A quite unexpected twist in the discussion came from the freckled Merle, the whore who didn't look like a whore. Merle announced that the whole debate was stupid and pointless and didn't concern true professionals, who don't dinstinguish between such things, which she was willing to prove on the spot (for an adequate reward, of course), even with the dragon Villentretenmerth in his natural form.

In the silence that fell abruptly in that instant they heard the female medium proclaim that she's willing to do the same, and for free. Villentretenmerth quickly changed the topic and began discussing safer topics, such as economics, politics, hunting, fishing and gambling.

Everything about this sequence is perfect, absolutely prime. Dragons and Dopplers fighting, Merle saying she would fuck a dragon in dragon form. This has EVERYTHING.

"I'll get going right after the feast," Ciri repeated.

"I want... I want to feel the wind in my face on the back of a galloping horse again. I want to see the stars on the horizon again, I want to whistle Dandelion's ballads at night. I'm longing for a fight, the dance with a sword, I'm longing for the risk, for the delight victory brings me. And I'm longing for solitude. Do you understand me?"

"Of course," Geralt smiled sadly. "Of course I understand you, Ciri. You're my daughter, you're a witcher. You'll do what you must. But I must tell you one thing. One thing. You can't run away forever, even though you'll always try."

"I know," she replied and cuddled herself closer to him. "I still have hope that one day... If I wait, if I'm patient, then I, too, perhaps will live such a beautiful day like this... Such a nice day... Even though..."

"What, Ciri?"

"I've never been pretty. And with that scar..."

"Ciri," he cut her off. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world. Right after Yen, of course."

"Oh, Geralt..."

"If you don't believe me, ask Dandelion."

"Oh, Geralt."

Ciri telling Geralt she wants to travel and move on is just heartbreaking but it makes sense. She has more adventures to go on. Geralt’s story is ending. Hers is beginning. Also Ciri feeling insecure about her appearance and Geralt being a good dad and comforting her? Amazing.

"I have unfinished business there," she hissed. "For Mistle. For my Mistle. Even though I avenged her, but for Mistle one death is not enough."

Bonhart, he thought. She killed him out of hatred. Oh, Ciri, Ciri. You're standing on the edge of an abyss, daughter. Not a thousand deaths would avenge your Mistle. Beware of hatred, Ciri, it consumes like cancer.

"Watch out for yourself," he whispered."I'd rather watch out for others," she smiled ominously. "It pays off more, it works better in the long run."

I will never see her again, he thought. If she leaves, I will never see her again.

"You will," she answered unexpectedly and smiled with a smile of a sorceress, not of a witcher. "You will, Geralt."

When Geralt asks what Ciri plans to do on her travels she literally says: I am going to avenge my dead girlfriend and murder some people. Which is not a healthy coping mechanism but damn if the idea of a gay revenge story doesn’t sound good to read.

The priestesses Iola and Eurneid also sobbed, when Yennefer refused to put on the white wedding dress they had made for her. Not even Nenneke's mediation helped. Yennefer cursed, threw around hexes and dishes, while repeating that she looks like a fucking virgin in white.

The enraged Nenneke began yelling, too, and told the sorceress that she behaved worse than three fucking virgins at once. Yennefer responded by conjuring a ball of lightning and demolishing the roof of the corner tower, which had its good side, too. The crash was so terrible that Caldemeyn's daughter got shock from it and her diarrhea stopped.

Once again, this scene has EVERYTHING. Yennefer getting so pissed it demolishes a tower. The shaking being so bad it stops diarrhea. Also, why does Asaps use diarrhea so often in his books? You know what, I don’t want to know.

Triss Merigold and the witcher Eskel from Kaer Morhen, were seen again, sneaking, arms linked, into the garden summerhouse.

Is that...IMPLIED TRISSKEL?? OKAY THEN. All the Trisskel friends out there: They hooked up at Geralt and Yennefer’s wedding I don’t make the rules.

"Yen..."

She looked breathtaking. Black wavy locks, curled up with a golden tiara, fell in a shining cascade over her shoulders and the high collar of a long white brocade dress with black-striped sleeves, pulled together on a bodice with countless drapes of lilac ribbons.

"Flowers, don't forget the flowers," warned Triss Merigold, all in dark blue, and handed a bouquet of white roses to the bride. "Oh, Yen, I'm so happy..."

"Triss, darling," sobbed Yennefer all of a sudden, upon which both sorceresses embraced and kissed the air around their ears and diamond earrings.

"Enough of those endearments," ordered Nenneke, smoothing the folds on her snow-white priestess dress. "We're going to the chapel. Iola, Eurneid, hold her dress, or she'll kill herself on the stairs.

Triss and Yennefer’s friendship is so sweet sometimes. Like, they would literally murder each other but they would also murder FOR each other too.

Yennefer approached Geralt and with a hand in a white lace glove she straightened the collar of his black cloak, embroidered with silver. Geralt offered her an arm.

"Geralt," she whispered into his ear. "I still can't believe it."

"Yen," he answered her in a whisper. "I love you."

"I know."

I don’t know is Asaps is purposefully referencing Star Wars here but either way this had me tearing up. Geralt and Yennefer deserve a happy ending and even if it’s not officially canon the author wrote it so this is canon in my head.

The wedding was splendid. Ladies and maidens cried collectively. Herwig was the master of ceremony, a former king, but still a king. Vesemir from Kaer Morhen and Nenneke stood in as parents of the betrothed couple, Triss Merigold and Eskel as witnesses.

Okay but why is Asaps sneaking in the Trisskel? I want more of it and this pairing definitely intrigues me. Also Vesemir and Nenneke as their parents? That’s so damn sweet. I swear to fuck this entire short story is too damn cute and I want more of it.

I cannot stress how much I love the energy Merle brings to the table. Saying she would straight up fuck a dragon. The power of it all.

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Love Made Me Crazy - 3.

CEO/ Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader.

Part 3 of the Love Made Me Crazy series.

Run-through: It was all strategic; a plan meticulously constructed by you and your business partner; against James Buchanan Barnes. Not to take him down, no. But just to be one step ahead of him in the business world by uncovering his secrets; to learn his ways and hope to be better than him in every way possible. The façade you put up – of being close to him and earning his trust was supposed to be short-lived, most importantly; harmless. But then as always, things got a tad bit more complex when feelings intervened…

Themes throughout the series: ceo!bucky, angst, smut, fluff, somewhat manipulative reader, mob!bucky

All it took was one signature. And everything changed.

“Congratulations, you are now officially Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.” Said the man who had come to get your signatures on the marriage certificate.

Turns out Bucky had everything planned. He did come to get you the next morning, and greeted you with the same annoying smirk. Only he didn’t come alone, he brought more papers along. And just like that, he took away your name as well.

“Oh come on, give me a smile it’s our wedding day.” He further tested your patience while you were in the car with him, on your way to wherever it is he lives now.

You didn’t even glance at him, but you could tell he had that smirk on his face.

While on the plane you asked him about Tony, constantly. And he asked you not to worry, each time.

“I can’t not worry, okay? Just tell me where he is, I need to know that he’s alright. Please.” You started out rather hyper but you ended your sentence with a plea.

Bucky sat beside you, eyes on his phone screen. He looked up and stared into your eyes with no emotion on his face.

You remembered a time when he used to look at you with nothing but adoration in his deep blue eyes. But that time was gone now.

Bucky reached out and cupped your face; gently at first, but then he firmly held your jaw in his hand. His thumb traced your mouth while he momentarily looked down at your lips, then back to your eyes.

“I said he’s fine. You have no other choice but to believe me. Now stop your tantrums, and behave. Okay, baby?” he spoke quietly, but his voice was firm enough to make you understand. You could’ve argued back, but you chose not to.

You simply nodded and he smirked. “Good girl.” He let go of your face and got back to whatever he was doing on his phone. And you crossed your arms and looked away.

Both of you thinking about each other.

You thought about how just months back, Bucky was a different person. He was less intense, more loving and much more talkative. Now he could just sit there and not say a word for hours.

And it was all your fault.

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You landed and drove to his place sometime in the afternoon, neither of you saying a word to each other. You knew there was no way he would hurt Tony or your mom, but you were concerned with their safety nonetheless.

Bucky finally talked to you as he showed you the way to your bedroom.

“We’re hosting a party tonight, to announce our wedding. Be ready by 8. You’ll find everything you need in the bedroom.” As soon as he finished talking to you, he answered his phone and began walking away; leaving you at the door of bedroom.

You didn’t even question him. And you didn’t want to waste your time and energy arguing so you just did what he asked.

You walked into the room and were baffled for a minute. You had to admit, it was a rather luxurious bedroom. Soft shades of greys, an extravagant modern chandelier, plush grey carpet all over the flooring – it reminded you of a fluffy storm cloud.

You had people who walked in after you and dropped all your luggage into the room. Well, if you had to be ready by 8 then that gives quite a few hours to get ready. And you could really use a nice, warm, long shower right now.

You picked out all your toiletries and walked into the equally luxurious bathroom. And you rushed into the shower; sighing in pure delight as the hot water hit your skin.

You were just finishing washing your hair when you heard someone else step into the bathroom behind you. And you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

Bucky.

It used to be a habit of his, back when you used to live together; he’d always sneak up on you in the shower and would refuse to leave until you agreed on making love to him.

You didn’t turn around even when you felt him right behind you. You just lowered your head, in shame. Each time you saw the differences between what he used to be, and what he’s become; the guilt would just get overwhelming.

Perhaps if you had stuck to the plan Tony made, all this wouldn’t have happened. You were to blame because you stayed and messed with him for longer than you initially planned on, for whatever reasons. And now you were responsible for what became of Bucky.

You were lost in your thoughts but got dragged back to reality the moment Bucky placed both his hands on either side of your waist, and gently pressed his torso to your back.

He remained quiet, probably waiting to see if you would get angry and push him away. Because there was no way he would force himself on you, that much he knew. He would never hurt you like that, he couldn’t.

Even his mere touch brought back memories…

-flashback-

Whenever Bucky would sneak up on you in the shower, he’d have you trapped between the cold tiles and his body in no time; always making you laugh and giggle with how needy and eager he always is.

“Buck, I need to shower. I have somewhere to be.” You said between giggles as he kissed your neck softly, but eagerly.

He hummed against your skin and press you further against his body. “Oh I know, but I can’t help it, baby. I need you.” he placed his mouth on yours and kissed you hungrily. “Need you so bad.” He’d mumbled in between ragged breaths.

A gasp left your lips as he pressed his body into yours, grabbing both your wrists and pinning them above your head; restricting your movements with one hand, while the other gripped your jaw.

Without wasting time, he placed his lips on yours again and kissed you eagerly. Tongue slipping past your lips, his grip on your throat and his body pressing into yours – his actions were reckless.

Bucky freed your hands, lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist. Your arms immediately wrapped around his shoulder and hands rested at the nape of his neck. His wet hair stuck to his skin and his beard scratched your face as his mouth moved along with yours hungrily.

You whimpered when his lips moved downwards.

With your legs wrapped around him, your exposed core pressed against his lower abdomen, and with each little movement he made, your clit rubbed against his tensed muscles; earning quiet moans out of you. His hands held you at the curve of your ass, and he pushed himself against you even more as he kissed your skin feverishly.

Your skin tingled wherever his lips touched you. You bucked your hips against him and you heard him chuckle.

“Who’s needy now, babygirl?” he teased.

You felt Bucky’s hard on against your inner thigh, and you felt him create some space between your bodies so he could align his tip to your entrance.

You whimpered as he pushed himself into you slowly, filling you up entirely just like he always did. He barely gave you time to adjust to his cock as he started rocking into you.

He grunted when he felt your walls squeezing his member. You moaned as he quickened his pace, you back pressed up against the glass and his hands holding your hips tightly.

He groaned and panted right in your ear, sending chills down your spine as he slammed into you relentlessly. His hair was mess, and so was yours. He moaned shamelessly against your lips before kissing you deeply; pounding into you to a pace which made your legs feel numb.

You were a hot mess in his embrace, and you still brazenly loved every second of it. With a few more strokes of his thick length, you felt the pressure being too much to hold back. You let go and let the pleasure wash over you.

Bucky came right after you. His cock throbbing against your walls as his cum leaked out of you, mixing with your own. He panted, his muscles tensing against you as he moved his lips back on yours.

He removed his member out of you and placed you back on your trembling feet. You still held on to him for support while he kissed you softly to calm you down.

-end of flashback-

By now Bucky had his arms around you, his face gently pushed into the crook of your neck. He just held you gently under the warm water. And you knew that even he was thinking about how if this was happening a few months back, the two of you would be going at it like bunnies by now.

You were quiet, and so was he. Both of you too proud to break the silence first. Surprisingly, it was peaceful; here with him. Sure, the situation was messy but here in this shower enclosure – it was all peaceful for a little while.

Cautiously, gently you tried to gently place your hand on top of his; perhaps as an attempt to try and remedy things but he let go of you before you could.

“Wear something red tonight.” He mumbled against your skin and pulled away from you and went on to use the other shower next to you.

You sighed and showered as quickly as you could and stepped out; while he took his sweet time.

You got ready for the party, and wore a red gown. Turns out, Bucky didn’t lie when he said you would find everything you need in here. The wardrobes were filled, the dresser as well.

Bucky showered and walked out of the room. You didn’t see him until he came to get you, at 8 sharp. He shamelessly eyes you up and down as you walked out of the room and down the stairs.

“You’re staring.” You said, unable to take it anymore given he still stared at you while in the car.

“So?” you could hear the cockiness in his voice.

“It’s rude. Borderline creepy.” You answered, still not looking at him.

He scoffed.

“You’re my wife now, I have every right to stare.” He answered, purposely stressing on the fact that you are his wife now. His.

You just sighed and leaned your head back into the seat. And you didn’t sass back because this is how it’s gonna be now, each time you’d point out something, he’d shut you up by reminding you that you’re his wife.

But oh well. It could’ve been much worse.

The party was not necessarily too enjoyable. Bucky did have fun though, he had his arms around you all the time and walked around showing you off. And wouldn’t stop introducing you as ‘his wife’ – which you were indeed but he was overdoing it.

“Will you stop that?” you hissed in his ear, with a polite smile on your face so that to whoever was watching, it would seem like the new couple were just sharing loving words.

“Stop what babe?” he played along, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips – taking full advantage of how you couldn’t argue with him in public.

“Could you get any more annoying?” you were so done with his antics.

He just chuckled and kissed the back of your hand and secured his other arm tightly around you, pressing your body further into his.

“You and I both know that answer to that. Now behave. Smile and look pretty, come on.”

You groaned and he dragged you along to show you off some more.

The night drained all the energy you had; all the fake smiling, and pretending to like some of Bucky’s friends, and saying ‘thank you’ to every congratulation and compliment. Oh, and slow dancing with Bucky to the same song you and him used to dance around in the living back when you were dating. Back when things were better than this.

On the ride back home, silence reigned in between you again. Although this time, Bucky’s hand was on your thigh. Not caressing your skin, or trying anything; just resting there on your skin while he typed away on his phone.

This too, was a habit of his back then. And you were left to wonder whether he was doing this purposely, or just out of a habit.

He didn’t move his hand for even a second until you got home. And you didn’t wait for him; as soon as the car stopped you got out and rushed upstairs, getting rid of your heels in the process. You could tell Bucky was right behind you.

And for some reasons, you were annoyed.

Annoyed because he was treating you well, and aside from being absolutely annoying – there was nothing wrong in his behavior. Sure, he took everything from you. God knows where he kept Tony and he did threaten to hurt your mom, but you knew those were just tactics, and empty threats just to get you to do whatever he wanted.

Somewhere, deep within you – although you’d be too proud to admit it – even you knew that you probably deserve this. You had no right to mess with a man like that.

You were what was wrong. You were the one who hurt him, you were the bad guy in this story. And you had never had to deal with guilt like this before, so you didn’t know what to do, or how to handle it.

Apologizing wouldn’t do anything. The situation’s gravity was too much to be remedied with just an apology.

If Bucky would treat you badly now, then you could easily shift the blame on him and try to find a way out. But now you had no one to blame; it was all you. You did this. You got yourself here. And it was getting too much to handle. The guilt was killing you.

You weren’t crying, but your eyes did water a little as you stepped into the bathroom again. You stood in front of the mirror, placed your hands in the shimmery white counter and stared at your reflection.

Bucky walked in right after you, and for a moment in his reflection, you thought you saw worry. But then it was gone as fast as it came, so perhaps it was just your imagination.

Bucky walked over to where you stood and placed both his hands on your waist and pressed his torso to your back. His mere touch brought back the bubbling feeling in the pit of your stomach. A strange comfort coming from the one you hurt.

He leaned in and kissed the side of your face. A light peck on your cheek, and you heard him breathe into your ear and he kissed your face again before walking away without saying a word.

His kiss was soft, and that was all you could think about as you got changed and ready for bed.

Why is he being nice? Why not treat you like an enemy?

You stepped out of the bathroom and found him already on the bed, still on his phone. Of course he was going to make you share a room with him.

But he was… just gonna sleep?

“You’re…sleeping.” You pointed out, although it sounded more like a question than a statement.

Bucky looked up from his phone and smirked, part of him glad that you were at least showing some interest in him.

“What do you want, for me to force myself on you and consummate our wedding?” he sassed, with the usual smirk.

You sighed and approached the bed. “It won’t be too surprising. Sounds like something the big bad mob boss would do.” you sassed back and lifted the covers and got in bed as well.

This reminded you of all the times you and him slept in the same bed; only you were happier then.

“Maybe I’m not the monster you think I am.” He spoke, not meeting your eyes.

You looked down at your lap.

“Maybe. But you are some monster nonetheless. One who kidnaps girl and marries them.” You added sarcastically and laid down under the covers with your back to him.

He chuckled.

“You mean the one you created? Sure, babe.” He had sass back, because he can’t let you win.

You just groaned out loud and pulled the soft blankets up to your chin. Bucky chuckled again, wondering what else he could say to piss you off.

“What, no goodnight kisses for your husband?” he teased and you turned off the lamp on your side as a sign to leave you alone without saying another word at him.

“Alright. Goodnight…” He said and you heard him turn off the lamp on his side and get under the covers as well. And you could just feel the smirk on his face and the triumph in his voice as he added, “Mrs. Barnes.”

Oh that little shit.

While you slept with your back to him; curled up on your side of the bed, Bucky wanted nothing more than to just scoot over and snuggle you like he used to.

He saw the guilt on your face each time he looked into your eyes. And he knew what he did was probably not the best way to deal with this situation, but love makes people act irrationally.

And he knew what you were thinking; that this was all just revenge. But it was more than that, it was about proving a point and make you realize something that you might have missed all this time...

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miraculouscontent · 4 years

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Askplosion #12 1/4:

.:Asks Referring to Previous Miraculous Posts:.

Anonymous said:

I think that story with Delmar, Sabrina and Alya is only type of Alya demonization you accept.

(the post this anon is referring to)

Absolutely.

I also accept “demonization” for like--comedic purposes. For example, if they had Alya be all in on the love square and all no Marinette you’re not allowed to give up on Adrien if it’s Lukanette endgame and Alya’s (and possibly the rest of the girl squad) “demonization” is for the sake of their dramatic reactions to the mere idea that Marinette would be both not into Adrien anymore and also into someone else.

I just think the idea of turning things on its head by making the people around Marinette the subject of jokes instead of it being Marinette herself.

Anonymous said:

Alya going "Need Some Help?" reminds me of Karma and Nagisa from Assassination Classroom(I said it right this time!). Obviously Alya is Karma and Sabrina is Nagisa(and now Karma's jazzy motif is playing in my head). And Delmar is probably(and by probably I mean almost fucking definitely) Kayano. For real though, I didn't even know Delmar's name until I read that ask/response now. I mean, like, that's how forgettable and underutilized he was. And no, Ms. Bustier isn't worthy of being Koro-sensei.

(the post this anon is referring to)

Still not familiar with Assassination Classroom so I will let the other anons who are familiar with the series silently judge for themselves. ;P

As for Delmar, don’t feel bad; his name actually isn’t mentioned in the special to my knowledge, and it was a tweet that confirmed his name.

Anonymous said:

Oh yeah, the "Astruc gets hit with a washboard" was SUPPOSED to be a shout-out to Koro-Sensei Quest, in which Karma gets hit with a washboard(don't ask where it came from or where they go when they hit the ground, the world may never know) every time he acts like a smug-ass little bitch. You know, like Astruc. Often, the washboard will ricochet off his head and hit a red button, which then opens up a pit which Karma then falls in. In other words, Karma getting Karma! If only Astruc could too.

(the post this anon is referring to)

khfjdgdg ahhh, yeah, thanks for explaining! I’ve always said that I’m not very media-savvy so sometimes I don’t know about more popular shows.

Anonymous said:

Eventually Salty Decadent Court

(the post this anon is referring to)

lol we just slowly upgrade our way through the salt ranks

Anonymous said:

I was thinking about your edit of Desperada, and how I would definitely love to edit the ATLA finale to cut out Kat/aang and Mai/ko stuff lol.

(the post this anon is referring to)

Oh yeah, that’d be amazing! I imagine it’d be difficult, but not impossible. Sometimes it might be better to sacrifice good shots or move scenes around for the sake of making things cohesive.

Anonymous said:

Kagami when adrien its back from NY: I'm sorry adrien, but I have feelings for two blueberries, we have to broke up

Adrien: eh? Broke up? We were dating?

(the post this anon is referring to)

I like how this ask doesn’t specify whether the joke is that Adrien might’ve just been way too “friendly” with Kagami and gave her the impression that they were dating, or a joke on the fact that the show itself doesn’t specify that they’re dating, or both.

A+ 10/10

Anonymous said:

If Adrien does get akumatised because of jealousy about Marinette, I hope someone (Kagami would be great) points out that Marinette was never akumatised for that reason even though she had waaay more scenarios that could have turned out that way. So don't blame yourself, Marinette!! (I also hope Kagami yells at anyone else *cough*Alya*cough* who tries to blame Marinette.

(the “Didn’t Need Burrow” that this anon is referring to)

We just want someone unambiguously on Marinette’s side, is that too much to ask?

Anonymous said:

"It's difficult to animate" hasn't stopped others before (Lord Shen, the Phantom Thieves of Hearts, etc). You may do it as a hobby, but this are professionals who should have done more than the bare minimun.

(the post this anon is referring to)

I agree. I’m just trying to keep things like budget in mind. A bunch of free-flowing clothing is fine but I’m basically like--okay, but you don’t NEED the stuff that would hamper the budget to make things look good.

Anonymous said:

I don't know why, but I'm picturing Ladybug confronting Chat Noir after he gets back from New York like a mother scolding her teenage daughter for sneaking out at night.

(the post this anon is referring to)

Honestly? Accurate.

Anonymous said:

Clara Nightengale: I sensed Marinette was in trouble, so I came to this school on the doub-- Jagged Stone: It's okay, I already got her.

(the post this anon is referring to)

jdhgdjkfgkjfg Jagged and Clara walking down the street together all cool, Jagged still having Marinette slung over his shoulder, and everyone watching is just, “??????”

passivedecept said:

Honestly

After reading your last bit i feel cheated that Jagged isnt included more

But it may be better that he isnt like luka's dad.

Can you imagion?

Luka: dad. I like someone.

Jagged: who?

Luka: a real nice and talented girl name marinette and- who are you calling?

Jagged: penny because we need a place for your wedding STAT!

Because i firmly believe if jagged had a son who was dating marinette he would do everything to get mari as his daughter in law.

Okay that was it. Love every fic and small bit you make. And i was wondering if you had your own fav. Like. What have your written so far that you like the best yourself?

(the post this anon is referring to)

Do you mean it’d be better because love square is endgame so it’d be messy? Because otherwise, not gonna lie, Jagged meddling and being super supportive sounds fun. :P I’m not here for love square meddling but Lukanette meddling is cute because both parties would be mutually aware of it and also be into it.

As for my favorite fic I’ve written? That’s probably too tough to answer, ahaha. For sure, it’s something Lukanette-based, but I know that doesn’t narrow it down much at all. It would also probably be one of my fix-its/canon divergences because I’m crazy for multiverse/alternate timeline stuff (I hate time travel, but I’m all about multiverse, I adore that stuff).

Anonymous said:

In one of your Didn't Need Burrow masterposts, when someone said that Marinette and Adrien had kids and a hamster who'll get Miraculouses, I somehow misread that as "the kids as well as the hamster itself will all get Miraculouses".

(the post this anon is referring to)

I’m sure at least one of my anons would snap back at that with a joke like, “well, with the standards set for who gets a miraculous, I wouldn’t be surprised.”

rogueinthedigitalworld said:

Would like to pop in for a second to say that yes, Maribat *did* start out as a spite ship, because the original creator was a heavy Adrien salter and wanted someone to replace him… and chose Damian Wayne, for some reason. Since then, Marinette has been shipped with all the Robins (and from I can tell, they’re all warped into actuallynice!Adrien with two gimmicks added from the *actual* characters). I’m pretty sure I’m forgetting something, but that’s the gist of it.

(the post this person is referring to)

Thank you for the response! Yeah, I didn’t know if it was like Spider-man and Ladybug - which I don’t think is a spite ship but I might be wrong - so I didn’t want to say that it was a spite ship without being sure (and obviously, some shippers of it could be just genuine shippers, who knows).

Anonymous said:

Okay, but seriously, when I first joined the ml fandom I was so confused about the maribat. I'm not really a big fan of either romance or comics (except for sandman lol) so I kind of filtered them out but it's kind of an experience tbh. I'm pretty sure it started on tumblr though- everyone sites it as the ozmav au

(the post this person is referring to)

Thank you for the extra clarification, anon! Yeah, I have that ship blacklisted (so I don’t see it around) but not really out of hatred for it; I tend to blacklist names/people/ships that I’m either indifferent to or don’t like (I immediately blacklist people who write angst, people who cross tag, and people who do onesided-Lukanette and don’t tag it that, even if it’s just one offense; I don’t play games, lol, if anyone does something I don’t like, I filter it out because I filter everything).

Anonymous said:

Your images of Luka and Marinette kissing are so super kyute! What program do you use to render them?

(the post this person is referring to)

Thank you! I made them myself!

The program I use is MikuMikuDance, using an edited version of the shader “GreenerShader 1.14″

#other: askplosion #category: salt #special: Miraculous New York #relationship: alya cesaire & sabrina raincomprix #category: staff #category: me myself and i #category: trash #relationship: clara nightingale & jagged stone #relationship: jagged stone & luka couffaine #category: fandom

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julienschuester · 3 years

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THIS WILL BE ( AN EVERLASTING SELF-PARA )

WHO: julien schuester (ft. joey, angel and steph) WHERE: the spotlight diner WHEN: monday, 4/12 WHAT: julien auditions for the role of ‘server’ at the spotlight diner.

Julien was a lot of things—goofy, aloof, kind, gullible, talented, insecure. Most pertinently these days though, Julien was one thing above everything else: broke. He had been scraping by on a measly allowance from his parents all year long and at the end of each month, he always found himself rationing his NYADA meal plan and walking everywhere since he couldn’t afford the subway. It was...not a very practical way to live. And with Ivy as his girlfriend? He was living way above his means. Sure, she offered to pay for stuff so that they could keep going out and doing the things they wanted to do, but Julien didn’t want to rely on her for everything. He was an adult...he should have his own money and be able to treat her and take care of himself.

Deciding where to work was the toughest piece of the puzzle. It wasn’t easy to get a good job in New York and Julien had very limited experience. All he’d ever done was lifeguard in the summer time, which didn’t exactly earn him many transferrable skills other than being good with people. He had no retail or food experience, which put him at a massive disadvantage.

Life had a funny way of working out sometimes though. When Joey brought up that the Spotlight Diner was hiring, it was like the powers that be were handing him an opportunity on a silver platter. Sure, he’d never worked as a server before, but he could definitely sing...and he had not just one, but three friends who worked at the diner who would vouch for him. It would be a wasted opportunity if he didn’t at least try.

So, come Monday, Julien gave himself a pep talk after getting ready in his dorm room and then began his trek to the diner that he’d been at many times as a patron, but never as a potential employee. Once he arrived to the diner, he immediately spotted Joey behind the register and waved. Joey had gotten him the interview ( somehow ) and as nervous as Julien felt, he was also excited. He approached the counter with a smile and just as he was about to say hi to Joey, he was stopped dead in his tracks by an older man with his arms crossed. This would mark the start of his very informal interview.

“You Julien?” the uniformed man asked with a quirked brow, to which Julien cleared his throat and nodded.

“Yes,” he confirmed, extending his hand, “you must be Jeff. Joey told me all about you! And Steph...and Angel...” he added with a quick chuckle before firmly shaking his potential future boss’ hand.

“You ever worked at a restaurant before?” Jeff asked curtly after nearly breaking Julien’s hand with his shake.

“Well, no–” Julien started saying, and just as he did, Jeff drew a sharp breath and winced. Crap. He needed to save himself...and fast. “But I can sing,” he stammered assuringly, smiling widely as he shed his coat and handed it to Joey who was lurking nearby, “and I can dance too. And I’m charming.” Gulp. “Or so I’ve been told.”

Jeff didn’t seem impressed by Julien’s promise that he’d be able to deliver. So...naturally...he came prepared with a little diddy that would speak for itself. “Watch,” Julien said with a shrug, locking eyes with Steph from across the restaurant and giving her a nod. It was go time.

Everything after that happened quickly. As Julien made his way to the stage that was lit up by neon signs, a male server dressed in the infamous black and red uniform slid on to the piano bench and began playing the opening notes of ‘This Will Be (An Everlasting Love)’ by Natalie Cole. The song choice had been a product of Dan’s email earlier this month. Natalie Cole had won Best New Artist back in 1975 and with all this talk about love and weddings, Julien knew there was really only one choice for this performance.

He found his way to the mic and began humming during the intro of the song and on cue, waitresses in red dresses spun out of the kitchen clapping in perfect harmony with the song. Steph had assured him that she would help him with his audition, but this was way better than anything he could’ve imagined. The wait staff fully had choreography to go with his number. It was beyond. With a smile as wide as New York sky scrapers were tall, he began to fully sing the song back-up generously provided by his friends and their co-workers.

This will be an everlasting love This will be the one I've waited for This will be the first time anyone has loved me

Julien’s impromptu performance drew curious and amused stares from all of the families who were just enjoying a nice lunch at a kitschy spot in the city. What was some random kid who definitely didn’t work there doing performing his little heart out on stage?

I'm so glad you found me in time And I'm so glad that you rectified my mind This will be an everlasting love for me

As Julien continued to sing, he confidently took the mic off the stand and hopped off the stage and on to one of the nearby tables, which earned him some laughs and excited applause. Jules gave one of the kids at the table a high five before hopping off and dancing his way over to Steph and reaching for her hand.

Loving you is some kind of wonderful Because you showed me just how much you care You've given me the thrill of a lifetime And made me believe you've got more thrills to spare, oh

Julien spun Steph around as he sang, knowing full well she was probably the best dancer in this joint. If there was anyone he could count on to make him look good, it was her. So, they danced and sang for a verse before Julien let her go and skipped his way over to Angel who was behind the bar.

You brought a lot of a sunshine in to my life You filled me with happiness I never knew You gave me more joy then I ever dreamed of And no one, no one can take the place of you

Julien threw himself back on to the counter top and slid down it with ease as he sang into the mic and nearly knocked over a couple of milkshakes. Luckily, his friend had been there to save him from any accidental messes and made this piece of his performance look totally effortless.

As the song reached its climactic end, Julien hopped back on to his feet and stood at the bar, singing down at the guys and dolls who littered the diner. When he reached the cash register, he hopped off and landed weightlessly on his feet to make his way back to the stage.

When he got back up on the platform and returned the mic to his stand, he finished out the song by playing off of the pianist’s energy, glancing out at the audience only to make eye contact with the friends that had helped him make this happen.

By the time he was repeating ‘love’ and ‘from now on,’ it was like everyone in the establishment had joined in with singing and clapping. Julien felt like he was in a movie. When it was over, he breathlessly took a bow and fist bumped his (hopefully) future co-worker that had been his right hand on the keys. The moment was over just as quickly as it had began. After all, this was an every day occurrence. Crazy things like this happened every day in New York City.

Making his way back over to Jeff, Julien held out his arms and shrugged. “So?” he asked, anxiously biting his lips as he straightened out his posture, “what do you think?”

Before Julien could even finish asking the question, a uniform was being tossed directly at his face. “Fill out the paperwork at the bar,” Jeff ordered, crossing his arms again and starting at Julien, unimpressed, “you start tomorrow.”

Nice!

#self para #this will be #para

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kryptolella · 4 years

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I chose them, instead of you (ep.9-10 fixed)

Raelle was sitting once again next to the window, this time not grieving for Scylla’s death, she got proof she was alive.

At least she wasn’t crazy when she saw the mark on her hand and she even got the chance to see her. Chance, was that the right word?

Of course not, she knew that they used her, to get information from the girl.

The worst part of all of this? Tally knew. She knew and she didn’t say anything, instead she went straight ahead to Anacostia and spilled the beans to her.

What should she do? Who should she trust?

They’re going to tell you horrible things about me.. All of them, please don’t believe everything they tell you.

Raelle knew better, she knew there was so much more. There must be a reason why Scylla joined the Spree, maybe it was because of her parents, she did tell her they died because of the military after all.

She looked at her unit sleeping, they finally went to sleep after the awful events of City Drop, but she couldn’t just close her eyes.

They didn’t only lose someone of their class, Raelle also killed an agent of the Spree who took Scylla’s face. In that moment she was so angry, people kept telling awful things about Scylla, she just didn’t know what to think anymore, she felt betrayed by everyone, she just had to let it all out and that person was the enemy after all, she shouldn’t be guilty about that, that’s war, that’s the military. And yet, she felt terrible.

She stood up and went to her cabinets and took out the charm she made for Scylla and looked at it carefully. She sighed and caressed it slowly.

“What should I do now? What are they going to do to her?” she asked herself. She felt a weight on her chest and wondered if it was finally her time, but then she felt wetness on her cheek. A tear fell slowly followed by a burning sensation in her throat, she tried to keep her sobs inside, she didn’t want to wake anyone up. She took her left hand and squeezed it, would she be able to contact Scylla or was it only a one-way street?

She just squeezed harder while staring aimless outside the window.

‘I’ll make it right, Scyl.’

The following morning after training the unit was drinking some tea together in the common area and once again Tally was speaking her truth on how unjust everything was. Raelle already knew that, that’s why she didn’t trust the military. They decided to go and talk to Petra, she didn’t seem to care that much about what happened with City Drop, collateral damage is always a part of war the same words Abigail said. Like mother like daughter, wasn’t that right?

That’s her chance.

“The base has been infiltrated. By the Spree” Or maybe she should have stayed quiet, but perhaps that was also a chance for her to be able to reach Scylla once again, she had to show she was on their side, especially right now, she had to put on a mask and be smart about all of this. Maybe it was indeed above her paygrade, but who cared? She needed to talk with Scylla, she needed explanations but most of all she needed to see her, look right into her eyes.

Nothing happened though, they went ahead with the day, memorial done and they kinda celebrated their friend. In all honesty, Raelle wasn’t that inclined to stay up and talk about Lybba, but at least she got to drink, so she drank all night and when everyone left to go to bed she once again found herself touching her left palm.

‘Scyl, give me a sign you’re ok, please..’

Another morning, another training, was all that the army? Would they go to a mission, kill and get killed and then act like nothing happened? Business as usual? They were just a number, they were just a means to an end, weren’t they?

Just like when she first arrived, here she was again thinking why she was wasting her time there. Despite everything that was happening she had to admit she had managed to have fun, she fell in love, she found friends, or at least she thought so.

“Collar. I need to speak with you.” Anacostia called her.

Raelle wasn’t her biggest fan right now, she knew she was just doing her job, but she tortured Scylla, she manipulated all of them.

“She’s been moved to military prison, asked to see you one more time. It’s likely she’ll never return.”

“That’s great. I’ll help you link with her.” There was the chance she had been waiting for.

“It’s not about linking with her, I think it could help Scylla, maybe even help you to see her.. Say goodbye.”

“Why do you want to help Scylla?” She had to ask her that, she hadn’t proven she was on Scylla’s side, and now she suddenly was? What kind of nonsense was that? “You know what? She’s dead to me.” and Raelle walked away.

She was suddenly pissed again at Anacostia and at the situation, why did everyone keep making decisions she didn’t understand? Why were they moving Scylla? Why would it be a goodbye? What the heck was happening?

She was overwhelmed with thoughts, feelings, she didn’t understand anything anymore.

She found herself in her room with Tally and Abigail asking her what happened. They tried to convince her to talk to Scylla.

Forever is long.

She had to focus, after all wasn’t that what she wanted? She did want to speak to Scylla, then why was she making it so hard on herself to do so? Was she afraid of what would happen? Of course she was, what if it was all a lie?

She needed answers, she needed to fix everything. She was such a fool.

She left to find Anacostia.

“Ok, bring me to her.” the Sergeant seemed glad about her request, was it for show or did she care for real about them? Raelle didn’t want to think about it right now.

They went to the holding cell where Scylla was kept in. Anacostia went inside first, Raelle heard her saying calm down to Scylla. What have they done to her? It’s been weeks since the wedding, she didn’t even want to imagine the tortures she went through. She remembered the collar she had on, the chains on her wrists and ankles, it was so mediaeval, why did they have to go to such extremes?

When Anacostia gave her the all clear she stepped inside. She felt like the ground crumbled beneath her feet, right in front of her there she was, her Scylla, with a surprise face staring back at her, quickly realising something.

“You believed everything they said about me.” it wasn’t a question. Raelle knew she was messing all up, but she suddenly felt all those doubts resurfacing once again, she was still hurting and she let her escape a terrible thing, which wasn’t true at all.

“I loved you.” she could almost hear Scylla’s heart breaking little by little as the minutes passed by.

“I still love you.” the girl replied firmly stating a fact that never changed for her.

“I know about Helen” while she could, Raelle wanted to have her answers, she just couldn’t hear one side of the story. “Have you done that to me before?”

“No! Never! I’ve messed up, there’s no excuse, I-I was scared.”

“Scared to lose your mark?” Raelle asked without thinking. All kinds of thoughts are racing in her mind.

“It started like that and you were...you, I fell for you. I promise. I promise I’m telling the truth.”

“Was anything real? Any of it?” She was so scared to ask that, what if the truth would hurt her so bad? What if it was all a damn sick plan. But Scylla answered quickly, probably sensing the urge in her voice to be reassured.

“All of it. Raelle, you have to believe me, I’ve nothing to gain by telling you this. They’re shipping me off to die.” Was that the truth? Was she really going to die? Wouldn’t she ever be able to see her again?

“Well, we all go sometime.” she would have slapped herself, ‘What the hell Raelle!? What are you doing!?’ “Why did you pick me?” That was it, the last question she has. Why was all of this happening to her, to them.

“Do you look like I’m calling the shots around here? They didn’t tell me why!”

“You know what? I get it, I get it, I was the sickest, weakest gazelle in the herd, I was an easy prey for you.” Now she was just frustrated with everything and everyone, not only she didn’t know, but neither did Scylla, they were being played. The both of them, by the Spree, by the Military.

“You have no idea how powerful you are.”

“I don’t feel powerful, I feel broken, thanks to you. I’m sorry we ever met Scyl.” She was sorry, because maybe if they’ve never met, neither one of them would have been in this position and would have been suffering. A part of her wanted to walk away and she started it but then she froze.

“I chose you! I had orders to deliver you, I chose you, instead of them, I chose you! please.” Scylla cried to her, her heart fully broken now, unable to reach her and losing all hope.

And just like that Raelle remembered the wedding, she remembered how Scylla kept telling her about the beach and how she wanted to bring her somewhere safe. The only safe place she knew.

“Where we won’t get caught and court-martialed..” Raelle whispered, full tears falling down both of their faces. “The beach, you wanted us to go there.”

“Yes.. I wanted to protect you. I’ve never wanted to intentionally hurt you, Raelle. I’m sorry..” Scylla sobbed her apologies.

Raelle turned around and walked closer to her and kneeled down, taking her hands. She took her left palm.

“You contacted me, right..? Wasn’t I imagining things?” She asked quietly.

“Yes.. I tried to, as soon as I got a chance, they brought me here, I was passed out for a while, or they induced me to sleep.. I wanted to let you know I was alive.”

“I tried to find you.. I went to the lighthouse.” Raelle said looking into her eyes now and bringing one hand on her cheek, caressing it.

“I am s-” Raelle didn’t need another apology, she knew she was truthful. Right now she just needed to be close to her, so she kissed her. It was wet and salty because of the tears, but she didn’t care.

“I am sorry, Scyl. I do believe you. I am in this with you, I meant my promise.'' She rested their forehead together.

They stayed like that for a little longer. But then they heard commotion outside the room.

“I’m going to let you out in one way or another, we’ll find a way, Scyl. I promise.”

“I trust you, Rae..” Scylla smiles and gives her another quick kiss before they separated.

Raelle stood up and walked to the door pounding on it, Anacostia opened it and looked at the both of them and nodded.

“The President is about to start the press conference, you need to go.”

She’ll free her, was that the last thing she did.

Raelle never went to watch the press conference, instead she went to the place she most liked: the tree where she spent most of her time with Scylla, where they exchanged gifts, promises. She couldn’t believe she would have ever doubted her. She was stupid, but damn she was so glad she was ok.

She stayed there, crying without self-control.

Suddenly she remembered her conversation with Byron during Beltane.

“What would you do if you were so in love with someone and maybe they’ve done something wrong? Something unforgivable?”

“We all have our fatal flaws, don’t we? I know I do. But honestly, I guess you’ve to decide if that person is worth it, and then fight for them, it’s all you can do.”

She was willing to fight for her, she was, she just didn’t know how. There was so much at stake.

She was all alone, no one would help her. She kept her eyes closed, seeing Scylla’s face in her mind once again, she was so broken, her beautiful Scylla. The anger all gone, she just felt more emptier than ever before, she wanted to have more time with her.

Suddenly Anacostia came by and sat with Raelle.

“I shouldn’t have put you through that.” She was so soft with her speaking and that broke the girl once again.

“I still love her..”

“I know.”

“I’m so stupid..” she was referring to how she dealt with everything.

“No you’re not, you’re just human. She loves you, that part is real.” Anacostia tries to reassure her, unaware of what they told each other. For a split of second, Raelle thought she could help her. She should come clean.

“I think I’ve messed up, I told Petra that Scylla was being held on base.”

“Why did you do that!?” the Sergeant was clearly shocked and alarmed at the explanation, there was such an urgency in Anacostia’s voice when she said. “We need to find your unit now.”

Little did she know what she and the others were going to find out: they were in terrible danger with Alder having gone south and puppetted the President.

But in Raelle’s mind there was Scylla right now: what was going to happen to her? For sure the order to transfer her was made by Alder, would that be done quicker than before? Did she have time to free her?

The problem was that the next day there would have been graduation, it would have been a terrible busy day and she didn’t know what to do. She needed to talk with Anacostia more, she needed time to tell her everything, she saw how she reacted, she really hoped she wasn’t seeing things and that the woman truly cared.

“Anacostia, do you-”

“Raelle, I need to go and check on her.. I need to check they’re not doing anything, we’ll talk later. I will find you.” The other two girls looked at them curiously. They clearly wanted answers from them and once the Sergeant went away Raelle was immediately cornered.

“What happened?” Abigail asked first, while Tally simply looked at her. Raelle knew she could feel her emotions.

“I.. we talked, she explained everything, Abigail she didn’t know anything.”

“Are you sure..?” she asked.

“Of course I am! Tally you saw that too, I saw when we linked, she was concerned about my wellbeing.”

“Yes, she was.. I’ve always known she loved you, it’s just.. She’s Spree, Raelle.”

“Yeah? And look at Alder! Look at what she’s doing! What’s the difference!? She sent us to die! We weren’t ready for a real mission, we weren’t ready to deal with the real Spree, we are only eighteen! We know nothing still.. She was being played, like the rest of us.. Military, Spree.. They only play with our lives.” Raelle couldn’t hold it any longer, they were a unit, they were supposed to be on the same team and on the same page, yet she was feeling like they weren’t at all in sync.

“You’re right..” Abigail said. “Raelle, look, we got you, right Tally?”

Tally stayed quiet for a moment but nodded. “Yes, we are sisters. And you’re right, you’ve always been right.”

Raelle couldn’t help but cry, she felt like a baby, she was crying all day, all week, all the time, what the heck was happening to her? But the two girls were there to catch her and they hugged one another.

“We stick together.”

Anacostia found Raelle the next morning and told her that she was going to do everything possible to postpone any transfer. They did want to move Scylla before taking her to prison, since Petra knew and Raelle had visited, she couldn’t say more because they had to get going for the graduation ceremony.

Which didn’t go as hoped: they didn’t get into war college, of course they wouldn't. Alder knew what they did, they went behind her back and reported her to Petra, it was her sick way of revenge. Instead it wasn’t her work, Khalida made that happen, there was a rescue mission, one they for sure weren’t ready for. But what could they do? They weren’t in charge of anything. They had only little time to prepare themselves, was this their moment to say their final goodbyes?

Raelle went to her father, at least she’d get a chance to stay with him a little longer. Of course she had to break his heart and tell him she was being deployed. But of course, he being her father was acting thought and telling how the same happened to her mother.

So of course she asked him about the charm, it was probably her only chance to know if she was right in thinking she wasn’t wearing it and that’s why she died.

“She never brought her for her last tour. It’s like she knew she wasn’t coming back and knew how much she wanted to be passed to you.” So she knew, she knew she was going to die and Raelle was right all along. The military was nothing but trouble and sorrow. So there she was, hugging her father and promising him to come back home. ‘I hope I’ll get home.’ she thought.

Once she left her dad she tried to find Anacostia but didn’t, she wanted to talk with her about Scylla but as soon as she arrived in her room she was there.

She told them how Petra managed to pull strings and let Abigail go to War College instead of going on the mission. It was absurd of course, the unit was everything that mattered to them, this day was only full of surprises.

Raelle took the advantage of having Anacostia there to talk about Scylla.

“Wherever they’re taking Scylla, can you.. Can you please make sure they go easy on her? I know she has messed up, but she’s not all bad.”

“I’ll try.” Anacostia said softly.

“Thank you, she has suffered enough..” Raelle says.

Anacostia nodded in agreement and looked at the clock. “You don’t have much time, just a few minutes.” it was a silent message that Raelle quickly understood. She smiled and followed her to once again that damn basement.

“Make it count.” Anacostia reminded her.

Raelle entered the room, Scylla wasn’t expecting her and she lit up.

“Raelle..what are you doing here?” she asked as the girl approached her.

“I couldn’t go without seeing you first.” she replied and kissed her with all the love she had.

“Go? Go where?” She asked, confused.

“A mission for the Tarims with Alder.” she replied with her eyes still closed after the kiss, wanting to savor the moment.

“What.. you can’t go, you should have gotten into War College, you were supposed to stay safe..” Raelle smiled at that, of course Scylla believed in her more than everybody else.

“Life has always a hidden surprise.” She squeezed her hand. “Anacostia will help you. I’m coming back for you, remember. I love you, Scyl.”

“Be careful, Rae, I love you, more than you know.”

And so she left her, against all of her instincts, she knew she should have stayed with her, she should have taken her right there at that moment, but she also knew she had to go, Alder was waiting. She looked at Anacostia meaningfully. She understood immediately and nodded to her.

While she was walking to the airport she felt something on her palm, she looked at it and smiled.

There they were, on the plane, the three of them, Abigail surprised them by joining them at the last second, how Raelle wished she wasn’t the only surprise. She for once wasn’t feeling alone, she had Scylla’s love by her side, her mother’s letter by her other side, and her unit was there.

Still, she can’t deny she was worried about the mission, for all the flight she had a sick feeling and once they arrived she knew she was right, as Tally stated they were being watched and she wouldn’t shake that sensation off, something big would have happened soon. Something was wrong.

They managed to find the Tarim in a cave, they were sick, as suspected, but Raelle managed to cure them, she was still surprised how she was able to do that.

You’re more powerful than you think.

You have powerful work in you girl, trust your gift, never doubt it, not even for a minute.

They all believed in her and she was starting to believe in herself too. She was making her mother proud, and she couldn’t be more happier for that.

Of course, it couldn’t go all smooth as they wanted, they were attacked, not by the Spree as they previously suspected but by the Camarilla. They tried their best, Tally managed to show off her knower skills, giving Alder orders without a second of delay, they were so in sync, it was all such an incredible fight. But then a few biddies got hurt, they took them by surprise and they froze. A part of Raelle was thinking that was karma, but another part was petrified of the consequences of Alder actually dying right there, what chances had they got to get out of there alive? But of course, Tally being Tally sacrificed herself to save Alder and become a biddy herself. They wouldn’t have ever seen that coming and Raelle and Abigail were completely shocked by her actions. Once Alder got better, they went to the helicopter, where all the others were, they were almost ready to lift off when the kid Raelle saved earlier suddenly jumps off the chopper and runs away, terrified most likely.

Raelle follows him, trying to take him back so that they could all go back home. “I know what you need, see this?” and she pointed at her mother’s charm, which she took off, “watch, this will keep you safe.”

“Raelle, we gotta go!” Abigail screamed at her.

“Take him!” she said her back, she needed the kid to be safe, she would watch their back while they brought him back to the helicopter. But of course she didn’t watch hers.

“Raelle!” Tally cried out loud.

Suddenly, Raelle felt something on her chest, right where her charm was, something foreign. ‘Wait, that’s not supposed to be here..What is it?’ she looked down and fell down as soon as the blade left her body.

What the heck was happening? Why was everything going so damn wrong?

She felt suddenly cold.

‘Oh, that’s what it feels like? Was this what you felt, Mom?’ She kinda heard commotion around her, but she couldn’t quite catch it. There were too many noises coming from the helicopter motors. She just wanted some peace and quiet. She closed her eyes and she suddenly saw Scylla’s smile.

I’m Scylla

Live a little!

I want to show you something beautiful.

Nothing really dies, life becomes death which becomes life again, over and over.

If I do get the urge to run, I’ll take you with me.

I have feelings for you.

No matter what happens, I love you

I chose you!

She smiled at the memories. “Scylla..” she murmured. What a great way to leave this earth. Just when she found her again, she was losing her all over again. Life had such a sense of humor, didn’t it? Once again she made promises and she didn’t keep them, she promised Scylla, Anacostia and her father she would have come back. She promised Scylla she’d be back for her, to free her. She left her all alone, who knew if Anacostia managed to free her. Was she okay? Silly Raelle, always thinking about her instead of herself, always putting her first. Love really blinded people.

She felt a familiar warmth on her left palm.

‘Oh Scylla, if only you knew.. I am sorry. I really wanted to go to the beach with you, I really wanted to live a life with you, just the two of us, not military or Spree nonsense.’

“I am so sorry, beautiful..” she said to no one.

“Don’t you dare be sorry!” Raelle frowned. “Open your eyes, you big stupid! Was this your grand plan?”

Raelle opened her eyes. “What..!? How could..?” she tried to speak.

“I couldn’t let you die.. I tried to send you messages, I felt you were in trouble.” Scylla said while linking with her giving her some first aid.

“Now hold on, we’re bringing you back home.” Anacostia said while gesturing Abigail to help them out.

While Raelle and Scylla were linking she felt all the other girl's emotions, she felt the pain she felt during the past weeks, she felt the regret of her actions, she felt her grief for her parents, she felt the worry of losing Raelle, but the most prominent feeling there was? Her love for her.

Once she felt stronger and she was stabilized the link was interrupted and Raelle was able to look around herself, there was another helicopter there, Anacostia and Izadora came with Scylla. They somehow knew they were going to get into a trap, so they tried to join them as quickly as possible and lucky for Raelle they did. And now they were helping her get on it.

She had so many questions and Scylla sensed them, she took Raelle’s face between her hands and gave her a loving kiss.

“Later, I’ll explain everything later.”

Both helicopters took off, leaving behind that forsaken place.

#sorry for the lenght #finale fixed #motherland fort salem #fanfiction #alternative ending #raylla #raelle x scylla #raelle collar #scylla ramshorn #abigail bellweather #tally craven #anacostia quartermaine #bellweather unit #my otp #that's the ending they deserve

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selfshippinglover · 4 years

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Main Timeline with Mark <3

So Actor and I are together in a few different ways depending on what route I’ve decided to go down. I wanted to go through the basics of my main and favorite timeline though! Naturally, it all starts with Who Killed Markiplier.....

~The trio (I.E. Actor, Wilford, and Damien) are all still childhood friends. I am also childhood friends with Damien.

~I meet Mark at a later date after being invited to one of Mark’s crazy mansion parties. Damien asks me to come as his plus one. Though I’m not to thrilled to be going to a big, crazy party full of strangers, I agree to try it. After all, the friends he’s always talking about will be there. It would be a good chance to meet them!

~I end up meeting Wilford, Celine, Ben, Chef, and then Actor

~We all end up becoming fast friends despite the everything about the party atmosphere. Whenever they’re not drink, I spend time getting to know them.

~Upon meeting Mark, two things are immediately clear: This guy is CLEARLY a narcissist......BUT he’s also very interesting? Like, I find myself gravitating towards him despite being off put by the first thing he says within earshot of me XD

~I realize over the course of the night that Mark and Celine are together. They hold hands, and kiss and cuddle

~Overall, the night goes well and we start hanging out in a bigger group! Annually meeting up and sharing laughs at Mark’s mansion

~During this time, i find myself catching feelings for Mark that I try to ignore. He’s not my type anyways.....

~At another party sometime later, Mark and the guys manage to talk me into getting drunk 1 time. Unfortunately me for me, that one time I confess my feelings to a stunned Mark and then pass out. I can’t recall a damn thing the next day and Mark doesn’t speak of it.

~He doesn’t forget it either, though

~He teases me on and off about having a “crush on him or something” but it’s just a game

~Eventually, Celine and Mark get married. I attend the wedding and do all i can to help things run smoothly while smiling in the face of heartbreak

~I attempt to date other people but I keep finding myself drawn back to the man I have no chances with internally *cue personal angst cause unrequiteedd*

~Things continue on as normal until the big break up err well, the reveal that Celine was cheating on Mark with Wilford

~The rift between all of us starts to grow between hurt feelings and fears

~Despite this, I choose to keep them all as friends. Sure I can’t talk about a certain someone with another someone but, at least we can staill talk!

~For awhile, that’s all I can do with Wilford and Celine while they build their new lives together. Just talk.

~Since Damien and I have been best friends the entire time, I catch him up to speed on what’s happened

~Damien admits to me that he’s kinda glad since he’s always thought that Mark wasn’t good enough for his sister.

~I feel hurt on Mark’s behalf just by his words

~Damien gets caught up in mayoral duties(and maybeee some gambliing) so I don’t get to talk with him for a little bit

~Then there’s handsome, aristocrastic, irratating and ravishing Mark

~Alone in his mansion, fallen into a depression that becomes fueled by neglect and alcohol

~I’m the only one that even reaches out to Mark during this period of time

~I keep my distance at first, Leaving my thoughts and feelings out of his affairs. I check in on him by talking with Ben

~But after Ben expresses worry over his master’s worsening condition and refusal of help(Plus he wasn’t answering any of my calls or letters) I decide to go to the mansion and check up on him.

~God he looks awful. It’s as if all his charisma, charm, and attitude had been sucked out of his body. Even his hair and outfit were unkempt. It seemed as if he’d been wearing the same clothes over and over too

~I end up staying with him in the mansion for a whole couple of months. He pours his heart out to me. I pour my heart out to him. I do everything I can to help him.

~I first start to hear inklings of the entity haunting the mansion now. Voices here and there. Maybe a weird shape in the peripheral?? It seems like just little missable coincidences

~An unfortunate side affect of being alone with the man you like is also feeling things a bit more than you’d like. The yearning increases 1000% dkhdf

~We grow closer and stronger together. He even tells me about the times he killed himself and the true nature of the house.

~The houses little pulls and such keep getting stronger. With the knowledge that the house has a conscious of it’s own in mind, I can take it better. Mark and I help one another to deal with the house and talk about our thoughts inn case it seems like we’re thinking a bit more out of character about things.

~After a few months, Mark seems to be getting back on his feet. Sometimes he can crack a joke, be an asshole, smirk, and be more like his old self.

~during these months, we spend many nights staying up together and just talking. About anything and everything. Celine, Damien, the stars, if life has meaning. On a night like that, around midnight, he finally tells me about the fact that I confessed to him. He chuckles, and flushes quietly, saying that it was, “the most sweet and thoughtful way he’d ever been described”

~I profusely apologize. He apologizes for not saying anything sooner and all is well. (Besides the pain in my chest at now truely having been rejected :.))

~Things continue on in this fashion. I basically become another house inhabitant. I still talk to Damine, Celine, and Wilford when I can. Ben and I cook food and chat and dance.

~Sure, Mark may not like me the same way I like him, but it was still great to even be with him and the other two in his mansion

~We share more cutesy, intimate moments together. (dancing in the living room, falling asleep to movies, etc.) and eventually, he starts to feel the same

~I notice him teasing me more often and being a little bit clingier? It’s strange but I’m not about to complain(God the increase in romantic tension is SO palpable that you can taste it sdjkk,hbkg)

~We can finally truely talk in the open about the whole break up without Mark bursting into tears now QwQ

~I officaially move into the mansion now

~All is well as things FINALLY seem to be getting better. Hell, he even wants to patch things up with the other three! Acknowleding that things will never be the same but wanting to try again nonetheless

~And then, slowly, things change for the better. We all heal and apologize and we can friends again! :.))

~I know that the house is cursed and no matter what bad stuff is supposed to go down but uhh, my canon now kdghfdf (Plus, when we die old and by one another’s side, we’ll go to the Upside Down instead of the other side) We spend our whole lives fighting the house tbh. So do Celine, Wilford, and Damien though. They kept coming back so that means their cursed as well dfhjdfsh

~So yeah, main timeline is literally ONLY pre Who Killed Markiplier shit because I FIRMLY believe that if mark hadn’t been left alone at his lowest point in a haunted fucking mansion, things would’ve been okay. After all, Mark confirmed that it was the house’s suggestions that got this all started. Sure, Actor was pissed and depressed before but only after the tampering and unable to die stuff did he choose revenge. At least that’s how I gathered it??

~In conclusion, make it better and avoid 3/4ths of the bad stuff fic world is where I usually live ,dhfshdf

#cicisays #Part of your Play #my s/i #lol LORE #If I think of more #i'll probs just add it here #but yeah!#main timeline events

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42. I'm going to save you from the terrible date you're having

B: “So tell me about yourself.” His words appear in bold white text across the phone screen set in front of him. There are a few errors, but the live transcribe app he’s downloaded manages a better job than many others she’s had to experience. (A: This isn’t a date.) She texts rapidly, because she is not giving him a modicum of hope in that department. She hits send and looks up at him expectantly. There’s a sort of deer in the headlights expression on his face for a few moments before his phone catches his attention. He reads over her message before turning back to her and smiling. B: “I know.” The words appear in a scroll, sometimes scrubbing back to self correct. “I want to get to know you better." (A: What do you want to know?) B: “Were you born deaf? Do you have any siblings? How long were you a police officer?” (A: No, I could hear until I was 13. That's why I can speak and still mostly be understood. I remember what the sounds are like. I still remember how I sound.) She reaches for her coffee mug and takes a sip. It's delightfully hot. That's about all she can say though; Barre put in too much milk and sugar. She wonders if Catra would make it the same way. B: “Do you miss it?” (A: Miss what? ) B: “Hearing.” She thinks of Catra throwing her head back and laughing. (A: Sometimes.) (A: What is your first name, anyway?) She's only a little embarrassed that she hasn't asked sooner. B: “Rock no. Rock Oh. R O C C O, Rocco. Rock O. Barre. R O C C O Barre.” A waitress stops by to ask if everything is to their liking (at least Adora assumes so; it's hard to read her lips in the dim light of the cafe), and then moves on. At least it's nice and warm inside. A sudden storm has washed over the city and the windows of the shop weep with rain. B: “So, do you have a boyfriend?” A: (No. I’m gay.) Hasn’t she told him this before? B: “Girlfriend, then?” She almost says yes, if only to get him to stop asking. Instead, she takes a sip of her sickeningly sweet coffee. (A: Were you born in the city?) She asks him, because she feels like she should at least put in some kind of effort. B: “No, just outside of it. Most of my family is still out there, though. Are you deaf? Because of the white fever?” (A: Yeah.) B: “How did your parents take that?” (A: I never knew my parents.) B: “That’s unusual or maybe not that unusual--I mean what do I know really. Were you in a foster home or something?” (A:I was adopted by this older woman named Razz. She took care of me.) B: “Did she already know ESL? Or did she learn when you lost your hearing?” (A: We learned together.) Adora bites the inside of her cheek. It’s been too long since she went to visit Razz’s grave. B: “That’s great, though, I mean, that you had someone to do that with--hey! Teach me how to sign my name?” “B-A-R-R-E.” She signs. B: “Wait, I missed it--again?” And because it seems like he is genuinely interested and not simply trying to be polite, she walks him through each of the letters. It takes him a few tries, and he’s painfully slow, but no more than any other person first learning their signs, and the way he grins with pride at the end makes it worth it. (A: You’ll be fluent in no time.) She texts. B: “It’s great to learn new languages. I mean I only know the one really but I have this one uncle who knows like 10. He is a doctor. He didn’t used to know as many but when the White Fever happened there were a lot of patients who didn’t speak the same language because I guess some of the hybrids have a language entirely of their own or something? So he decided to learn some. Did you know that they were the primary like uh what’s the word uh carriers for the first wave? If it weren't for them. We could have contained it so much faster more them died, right. A friend of mine told me it’s beat they're not clean.” The way it was taught to her in school, the hybrids were largely responsible for the initial spread of the Fever. Some scientists posited that it was because most hybrids don’t take showers or bathe in the same way that humans do, but there’s never been any real substantial evidence one way or another. Nevertheless, the rumor started that hybrids are inherently dirty, and it’s been a reputation they haven’t been able to shake. They are filthy. They’re flea-bitten. They carry diseases. But. Adora remembers watching the painstaking hours Catra spent brushing through her fur. She remembers Catra, back split open, trying to peel off the dirty sheets of her bed. She remembers her trying to wash the dishes with her knuckles cracked. (A: Not all hybrids are dirty.) Adora texts. It feels weak. B: “Uh I’m sure they’re not, not all of them, but still enough. And I mean they’re behind this gang war, too, right I mean they’re very violent. My uncle he. My other uncle I mean not the same one who was a doctor. This uncle was carjacked a few weeks ago by some hybrids can you believe that? I mean I don’t blame the cops I know you guys are doing the best you can, right, with the resources that you do have after all but it’s hard because there sure are a lot of them they kinda breed like rabbits don’t they? My dad’s friend told me that for every human baby born there are two hybrid babies born.” It’s at that moment that Catra walks through the door. She’s wearing a heavy jacket with the hood up and Adora does not think she has ever been more beautiful. Adora waves frantically, ignoring the way that Barre turns his head. “Fancy meeting you here.” Catra signs from across the room.Catra removes her coat and shakes rain water out of her shaggy mane. She’s wearing fishnets beneath her ripped jeans and her hands are adorned with fingerless gloves. Her yellow-blue gaze flickers to Barre and back. “In need of some rescuing, princess?” B: “Oh, uh hi uh are you a friend of Adora’s?” He’s turned in his chair and is holding out his hand in greeting. Somehow it still feels like he’s looking down his nose. Catra stands across from where Adora’s seated and for a moment there’s this open, unguarded expression of longing. Adora’s still trying to determine if she’s actually seeing it or if she’s projecting when Catra blinks and the shutters come down once more. Her face is a mask. She sits down on the arm of a plush red chair immediately adjacent to Barre. B: “Hey...is everything alright?” He asks, brows knitting together. “What are you doing with this joker?” Catra signs, expression completely impassive. “I owed him a favor.” She admits. “Is this a date?” Catra raises her eyebrows. Something like a smirk curls her lips. Oh no. “This is not a date.” She cannot have Catra thinking she’s on a date with someone. “Does HE know that?” She asks, eyes firmly on Adora even as she jabs a clawed thumb in Barre’s direction. B: “Adora is she bothering you?” (A: Barre, this is my friend—) but before she manages to hit send she sees new text has appeared in white on Barre’s phone. “I’m her girlfriend.” Catra sits on the arm of the chair, calm as can be, like she hasn’t just dropped this bomb in the middle of the cafe. B: “Oh.” Barre says. Then, “OH,” his eyes go wide. B: “I’m--I’m Rocco Barre, from work, with Adora, I mean I work with Adora, this is just coffee between friends--but I’m sure you know that, because you’re dating and you probably talk about all that sort of stuff,” he rambles. He at least has the decency to look embarrassed. He holds out his hand again, as well. B: “I am sure you are perfectly clean and very hygienic. I mean you came in out of the rain so you know, you had a shower already today!” “Has this guy lost his fucking mind?” A smile curls at the edge of Catra’s lips. There’s something less...sour, about it this time. “I wouldn’t say he’s crazy, but he’s definitely an idiot.” “I hate him.” “Okay he’s not THAT bad. Be nice.” “He called me dirty.” “Like I said. He’s an idiot. Hang on—” Adora starts to type up a message on her phone, because she knows what it’s like for people to make false assumptions about you. A: “Some hybrids use combs and brushes for their fur instead of taking showers, because they don’t sweat the same way that we do.” She looks up from the message she’s typing to see that Barre is trying to talk to Catra. Keyword, trying. She looks to be completely ignoring him, apart from the occasional reflexive ear twitch. He turns his attention when his phone (presumably) pings, notifying him of the message she sent. B: “Oh! I mean wait really is that really. Some of them clean themselves like. Wait. So they don’t sweat spike we do?” “Would it be easier if I translated?” Catra wonders out loud, signing as she speaks. “Your device is...a little inaccurate.” She reaches forward with a claw and taps at the screen of Barre’s phone. He frowns for a moment, then looks to Adora. B: “I mean I guess so what harm could do right Adora?” From the look on Catra’s face, quite a bit. But how can she say no? She shrugs. B: “Sorry you are the first deaf person hive really talk to to so this is very new to me” “You’re the first deaf person I’ve met so this is new to me.” Catra translates. Adora admits it’s much easier to look at her than squint at the text on Barre’s phone. “A lot about this whole experience is new to me, actually. The two of you make for an unusual couple.” Barre states and Catra signs. He keeps looking at her while he’s speaking. It’s awkward because Catra’s sitting immediately next to him so he’s constantly craning his neck. “How long have you known each other?” “We met yesterday. We’re getting married tomorrow.” Catra responds curtly and Adora kicks her shin. “I asked you to be nice!” “How can I be nice to someone who looks like what this guy looks like?” Which isn’t an answer at all really and yet somehow exactly what Adora expected. Barre speaks up again. “I am sure that the wedding will be very beautiful.” Catra translates.. Adora can’t tell if he is joking or not. “We’re not actually getting married.” “Ohhh.” His left leg bounces up and down and he considers this new information. Two seconds of this and Catra apparently loses interest, reaching over to Adora’s coffee. She cradles it in her palms for a moment before taking a sip. “This isn’t how you take your coffee.” She scowls. B: “What are you smiling at?” Barre asks, and Adora blinks a few times to shake away the feeling of warmth in her chest. (A: “Something silly Catra said.) “How do you know that’s not how I take my coffee?” She asks Catra, who is still holding her mug. “Well for starters, it’s consumable.” “Why did you drink it if you know you hate how I take my coffee?” Catra just shrugs, and Adora rolls her eyes. “Also are you going to translate or not?” “You are such a needy girlfriend.” Catra rolls her eyes. Adora tries her best to push back the feelings of warmth and affection that swell in her chest. “What were you two talking about?” Barre asks through Catra. “How she needs to get her hands off of my coffee.” Adora answers. B: “Those are the consequences of being in a relationship though haha you share your coffee!” Even though Catra is translating, Barre’s phone is still out. Which is good because what Catra says next has nothing to do with coffee. “He says that you should give me whatever I want and that also I’m going to take you home and push you against a stall and kiss the fuck out of you.” Heat immediately rushes to her face. “I--I’m—” she stutters out loud. C: “Oh would you look at the time! I just realized that there’s somewhere we need to be. Thanks so much for this--whatever your name is. Bye!” Catra’s words appear on Barre’s phone in time with the grin on her face. B: “Aw this too bad. Thanks for coming! We have to do this again sometime. Catch Ah can come too. Have a good—” day! At least that’s what she assumes he says. Catra grabs Adora’s shirt collar and tugs her away before she can finish reading. “Bye! Thanks!” She squeaks, helpless to do anything but follow Catra . She’s never been happier to step out into a rainstorm.

#she ra #spop #ask #technoskittles #ask game #42 #drabble #original #original content

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canid-slashclaw · 4 years

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The Outliers - A Guild Wars Love Story

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapters 10 and 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14, Chapter 15, Chapter 16 , Chapter 17, Chapter 18, Chapter 19, Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22, Chapter 23, Chapter 24, Chapter 25, Chapter 26, Chapter 27 Chapter 28

Amalthia awoke to find herself alone in bed. By Kaleb's pillow, was a note that read - meet me by the river at the edge of Thunderfalls. Bring your swimming goggles too. She was well aware of the significance of the place, but was puzzled by her mate's sudden disappearance.

Still shaking off the effects of the hangover, Amalthia cleaned up, got dressed then headed out to Kessex Hills. It took her the better part of the morning to reach her final destination. When she got there she noticed a trail of freshly plucked petals leading up to the falls. She followed the trail until it ended just at the edge of the river.

When she looked across the river, she noticed Kaleb was standing there holding something in his hands that she could not quite make out. She began leaping onto the larger rocks, being careful to avoid losing her footing, lest she become swept up in the current. Her mate started to cross the river as well.

Rushing torrents of water surrounded the pair, as they stood just mere yards from the edge of the falls. Kaleb jumped up onto the same rock she was standing on and reached for her hands.

"Sorry for the goose chase. But I thought this would be as good a spot as any," he said as he held her close.

"So long as there is a goose to chase then I suppose it's all worth the trouble. Just what are you scheming, you silly little goose?" She quipped.

Kaleb looked at her with a frown. "I thought I was a mouse?"

She chuckled and stroked his long brown hair. "Mouse, goose. Whichever fits the mood, I suppose."

"You remember the significance of this place. I figure now would be as good a place as any to do this," Kaleb said as he looked into her amber eyes and held her hands firmly.

Amalthia's ears flicked as she returned the gaze and smiled. "Why do I get the feeling you are about to do something crazy."

"Because I'm crazy for you!" Kaleb knelt down on the flattened rock, pulled out the wooden box from his coat then opened it as he held it up to Amalthia.

"Amalthia Steelblade of the Blade warband. My life, my love. Would you bestow upon me the honor of being my wife?"

By this time, she understood the significance of human bonding rituals. So much so that she even became quite thrilled to be a part of them.

"That rock clay is going to leave a permanent stain on your pants. It will take me forever to wash it out," she said laconically.

"Okay now. I'm gushing my heart out and you're worried about my pants?" Kaleb said with a hint of a smirk.

"Get up you silly, mouse. Yes! The answer is yes. I would happily be your wife!" She pulled him up then both lovers embraced in a passionate kiss.

Kaleb slid the ring onto her finger and found that it was a perfect fit. The diamond sparkled brilliantly in the arcing sunlight as his fiancée admired its splendor.

"That is quite a rock ya got me there, love. Tell me you didn't heroically slaughter a hundred giants to get me this?" She laughed.

"Believe it or not, Ulfgar gave it to me. He took the largest diamond from his late wife's tiara and had the band cast using dwarven gold."

Amalthia pursed her lips. "I was wondering why he was interested in finding out the size of my fourth finger. Please thank, Ulf. That was very thoughtful of him to do something like that for us. We will have to find some way of repaying him."

"Agreed. But first... about those goggles..."

She looked over the waterfall, then back at Kaleb. "You're not serious? Are you?"

"Why not? We are 'taking the plunge' after all. I thought it would be fitting," Kaleb winked as he began undressing until all he had on was his swim trunks. Amalthia followed suit, only she stripped down to nothing and stashed both of their articles of clothing in a waterproof bag she was carrying.

"Goggles please, Miss Steelblade," Kaleb said as she handed him his goggles.

"Certainly Mr. Grimwald. After you, of course," she said gesturing for him to take the first jump.

He clasped hold of her hands and looked into her eyes. "How 'bout we both do it at the same time?"

She nodded as did he, and they both ran towards the edge of the falls. Each leaped high into the air and assumed their respective diving forms as they both slid effortlessly down over the falls. When they descended, they each made a perfectly choreographed plunge into the cold water then emerged with the widest of smiles on their faces.

That day, the pair made passionate love to each other in several of their favorite romantic hiding places. By the time their bodies were spent, they were cuddled together at a nearby riverbank.

"Now we've got to figure out how to plan this whole wedding thing," Kaleb mused as he stroked Amalthia's still-damp fur.

"Isn't it the groom's family that's supposed to plan the ceremony?"

"The bride's actually. But since your people aren't into that sort of thing, an exception will have to be made."

Amalthia looked into Kaleb's eyes and nestled her head on his chest. "Then you know what that means, don't you?"

"Yeah. Talk to my parents. I swear that I would rather face an army of a hundred undead than confront my father." Kaleb sighed.

His fiancée reassured him. "Sooner or later you will have to deal with them. As a matter of fact, I've never even met any of your family."

"I know. Well, I suppose I'll have to do it sometime, eventually. Tell you what - would you like me to introduce you to them?"

"Do I have a choice? I'm not saying it in a bad way, mind you. It's just that I know you and your family didn't depart on exactly good terms."

Kaleb looked at her and smiled. "No time like the present, then. How about we head on over to my parents place... say, sometime next week? Might as well get this over with. Like you said - the sooner the better."

Amalthia smiled back. "I didn't exactly say that, silly. But sure... I'm game for meeting your folks."

"Well, they will eventually be your folks too, yanno." Kaleb jested.

"Geesh. Don't remind me..." she snarked playfully.

"Hey now! I'm the one who has to call that big charr of yours, dad. Talk about taking a lump to the throat." Kaleb made a grimacing face.

"At least my sire actually respects, and to a certain degree, even likes you. There's no telling your parents will react around me."

Kaleb kissed her on the cheek. "Don't worry about that, m'dear. I'll make sure they are on their best behavior when they are around you."

***

A week had passed since Kaleb had proposed to Amalthia. He gave his uncle advance notice of their impending arrival. After all, he didn't want to catch anyone in his family completely off guard.

It was an early weekend morning when the two of them headed on over to his parents place. The air was brisk and Kaleb could feel the chill of fall. As they approached his family home, he waved for Amalthia to stand out of line-of-site. He first wanted to break the ice with his folks slowly.

He knocked and a minute later, the door opened. His father stood there looking at him silently for a moment before gesturing for him to come on through.

"Kaleb..." was his father's only response.

"Father." Kaleb nodded, as he was about to enter.

"Where's mom? There's someone I would like to introduce you both to," the Grimwald son said as he stopped just shy of entering the doorway.

His father walked back and called up the stairs to his wife, Shirley. Moments later she came down, dressed in her typical conservative housewife attire.

"Son. It's... been a long time," she said as she walked over to give her son a hug.

"Same. Mom. Dad. There's someone I'd like you to meet. Amalthia," Kaleb said as he waved for Amalthia to show herself.

She deftly stepped through the doorway, walking in her characteristic charr crouched position as she went on through. For a moment, both of his parents looked at her without uttering so much as a sound.

"This is the source of all our troubles. Mom. Dad. Meet Amalthia. Amalthia - these are my parents, Daniel and Shirley Grimwald," Kaleb said as he closed the door.

Amalthia bowed her head and held out her right paw. "It's nice to meet you both."

Shirley stood still and said nothing. Daniel, on the other hand, reached out and took Amalthia's rather large pawed hand and gently shook it for a moment before quickly withdrawing his own hand back into his coat pocket.

"Pleasure's all mine. Please, make yourself comfortable. Coffee? Tea?" Father Grimwald asked as he showed them to the living room couches.

"Water is fine," Amalthia said as she tucked her large tail off to the side to accommodate the rather small seats. Kaleb sat down and nodded for some water as well.

His mother finally spoke. "Do you like ice in yours miss...?"

"Steelblade, ma'am. Ice is fine."

It was obvious to everyone that the introduction was getting off to a very awkward start. Kaleb tried to smooth things over by asking about how the business was doing.

"It's doing fine, son. Will and his boy have been helping to keep things afloat. But the truth is, we still miss you."

Kaleb bowed his head. "And I miss working with you as well. But I'm glad Uncle Will has been helping with things."

Shirley returned with the drinks. As she handed them out she looked at Amalthia then Kaleb and asked. "Is this your girlfriend?"

Kaleb shook his head. "That's what I came here to talk to both of you about."

He took hold of Amalthia's left pawed hand and showed his parents the ring on her finger.

"I asked her to marry me about a week ago. Ulfgar had this ring custom made just for her. The diamond was from his late wife's tiara. Isn't it amazing?" Kaleb smiled as he held his mate's hand snugly.

Both of his parents were left speechless.

"Don't everyone go jumping for joy on my account," Amalthia said in her characteristic blunt manner.

"Ama! Please!" Kaleb chided her.

His dad spoke up. "No. No. It's okay. There's an eight hundred pound gorilla in the room and someone's gotta break the ice. Miss Steelblade... I apologize if we may come off as being rude. But you have to understand the turmoil this has caused our family."

"Let's all try to be civil, dear," Shirley said while doing her best to keep the conversation peaceful.

Amalthia looked at his parents laconically then replied in an even tone. "I don't think either of you are being rude. Insincere? Maybe - but rude? Hardly..."

"Amalthia!" Kaleb said to her angrily.

She looked at both his parents in the eye and commented. "In case either of you find why your son picked a furry lush like me to be his forever mate, it's probably because I'm never afraid to call things exactly as I see them."

Daniel sighed. "She does have a point."

"I think I must get some fresh air. Please go about your business while I freshen up," Shirley said as she was about to make a hasty departure.

"Mom. Please stay. I would like to try and talk."

Daniel placed his hand on his son's knee. "Leave her be, son. This is a lot for her to take in."

"Father. Dad. I just wanted to apologize for the things I said to the both of you earlier. There were just so many things happening and it was all so unexpected, you know - the way you all found out."

His father looked into his son's eyes. "I understand why you didn't attend Rachel's college acceptance party. The way she handled the situation left much to be desired."

Moments later, Kaleb's youngest sister came running down the stairs when she saw that her big brother was finally home. "Kaaall!!"

"Katieee!" He said as he ran, picked her up then gave her a big hug.

Katie immediately noticed Amalthia sitting at the edge of the sofa.

"Charr! So big and fluffy."

Kaleb walked her over to his fiancée. "Here. Would you like to meet her? This is Amalthia. Can you say Ah.. mall..thee...ah?"

The little girl mimicked the words as she reached over to give Amalthia a hug. Kaleb handed her off and Amalthia sat the little girl on her knee.

"Well, hello there. I've heard all about you, Katie."

She touched Amalthia's large cranial horns then ran her small fingers along her fur until she began feeling the charr's whiskers. Amalthia laughed and gently stroked Katie's golden blond hair with her clawed hands.

"Those are such big teeth. Do you bite?"

Amalthia playfully nibbled the little girl's shoulder. "Do you call that a bite?"

Katie laughed and shook her head. "That's not a bite."

The interaction had not gone unnoticed by Katie's mother. She changed her mind about leaving and decided, instead, to stay.

"Aww. I never knew you were so good with kids, Miss Steelblade."

"You may call me Amalthia. It's much easier than saying my last name. Anyway, contrary to popular belief, charr aren't into eating your young. They are too skinny and boney," she said as she playfully nibbled on Katie some more.

"She's had plenty of interactions with human children before. To tell you the truth, when I first saw how she interacted with them, I knew then that there was something special about her," Kaleb smiled as he too joined in playing with Katie.

"Your cub is absolutely adorable, Mrs. Grimwald."

"I think you found a new best friend," the elder Grimwald commented.

Kaleb added. "More like, a new best sister."

Katie started playing with Amalthia's long tail. Amused by the little girl's antics, she swished her tail in the child's face causing her to laugh even more.

"Speaking of children. How do either of you plan on having any?" Shirley asked the one question that was bound to come up.

Both Kaleb and Amalthia looked at each other then turned to face his parents and simultaneously said. "Adoption."

"I see," was Shirley's only response.

Moments later, the lock on the front door clicked and in walked Rachel, who was carrying a backpack that appeared to be several sizes too big for her. Oblivious to the guests, she quickly began running towards the stairs until her mom's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Guess who's here, Rach."

The middle child angrily threw down her backpack at the foot of the stairs then turned to look at whom her mother was talking about. When she saw her brother and a large golden-furred charr, she was completely at a loss for words.

"So is this the little rat you've been telling me about, love," Amalthia said as she pointed to Rachel.

"Yup. She's the one," Kaleb said with a smirk.

"I'm not a rat, furface!"

"Rachel Grimwald! Don't be so rude to our guest!" Mother Grimwald chided her daughter.

Amalthia waved her hand and smiled. "That's okay, Mrs. Grimwald. I'll be happy to instruct your wayward daughter on the proper implementation of hurling personal insults. Shall we begin, little mouse?"

Kaleb could not contain his laughter. "Don't encourage her, dear. Wait... maybe you should."

"Fine, whatever! I'm going up to my room so I won't have to spend one more minute looking at my brother who likes to roll with a kitty in the sack," Rachel said as she stomped off towards the upstairs.

"I'm so sorry my daughter is acting this way. She's just going through that teenage angst phase," Shirley tried to smooth over the situation.

Amalthia shook her head. "Nah. She's just lashing out at me because she resents you."

Shirley was taken aback by the seeming insult. "What did you say??"

"Look, I know a mother-hater when I see one. Anyone who knows me can vouch for me on this one. Your cub holds a lot of hostility towards you but she's too afraid to express it," Amalthia said as she shouted the last part of what she was intending on saying; "isn't that right, Rachel?"

Even though none of the humans could hear it, Amalthia could clearly hear Kaleb's middle sister saying - piss off.

Daniel Grimwald looked at Amalthia then rested his chin on his arm. "I still don't know what to make of you. But I've got to admit, you don't hold back on your words."

Amalthia smiled. "I never have and I never will. And neither does Kaleb."

"I can't say that I approve of your relationship with my son. But the two of you are grown adults who are capable of making your own decisions." Shirley noted the obvious.

Kaleb looked at his fiancée and then at his parents. "Look. We would very much like to have the two of you on board for our upcoming wedding. I know it isn't the kind you had in mind for me, and I'm sorry that it didn't work out with Trish. But both of you have always known that I've followed life to the tune of a different drum anyway."

"About Trish," his father commented. "To my shame, she wasn't the person your mother thought she was. I know she accused you of threatening her. But when Will told me about what she did to the cat, I realized that she was no good."

"Did Uncle Will tell you anything else about her?"

His mother chimed in. "Before we go further, please put Katie to bed. She doesn't need to be hearing all this grownup stuff."

Amalthia nodded then asked Katie where her room was. The little girl pointed upstairs and she took Kaleb's youngest sister up to her room.

"I know that she and Will had more than just a casual relationship," his father said.

"Listen, father. I did, in fact, plan on going to Rachel's party. But when I arrived, I found Trish and Uncle Will... you know - rolling in the hay," Kaleb confessed as he made room for Amalthia, who was coming down the stairs.

"She's all tucked in," Amalthia smiled then leaped over the couch then onto the empty spot the Kaleb had left for her.

"Didn't your mother teach you that it's bad manners to jump over furniture?" Kaleb jested as he gave her a kiss on the nose.

"That's why I do it. Anything to piss her off was always fine by me. Besides, I was raised in a fahrar. My primus never enforced that rule anyway."

Shirley looked at the boisterous female charr rather sternly. "That soon-to-be wife of yours is an outspoken one, isn't she?"

"Well, her dad did say she was a clam. Always opening her mouth and lacking adequate filtration whenever something unsavory flowed out," Kaleb said with a laugh.

"I heard the two of you live at Ulfgar's tavern. If you don't mind me asking, what kind of living do you make?" Daniel asked.

"Freelance professionals," Amalthia interjected.

Kaleb also commented. "Yeah. In fact, we need to get some business cards drafted up. Isn't that right, honey?"

She picked up on the hint that it was time to go. "Oh yes. Time is money."

The elder Grimwald bowed his head as he walked over toward his son. "I take it you have to be going."

"Fraid so, father. I'm just glad we could drop by, so the two of you could meet Amalthia."

Shirley gave Kaleb a hug as well. "I'm so glad you stopped by to see us. I'm sorry if your visit wasn't as pleasant as it could have been."

His mother, then, walked over to Amalthia and offered her a handshake. "If there's one thing I've learned today, and that is to be honest. Please don't be too offended if I don't offer you a hug. It's just that I'm still coming to terms with all of this."

Amalthia returned the handshake with a laconic look. "No offense taken. You hate my guts for what I am and for stealing your son away. I get that. Meeting you hasn't really changed my perception of mothers anyway. But for what it's worth, at least I don't hate you like I do my own."

Shirley Grimwald was speechless. Kaleb tried his best to make a quick exit by coaxing his fiancée towards the door. "Okayyy. I think we should be going, dear."

Once the door had closed behind them, Kaleb could hear his mother crying. With a heavy sigh, he held his mate's hand then quickly put some distance between themselves and his family's place.

"I'm sorry my folks reacted the way they did."

Amalthia looked at Kaleb and smiled. "You needn't worry. This is going to be a step-by-step process for everyone. And by the way... I'm not sorry for how I behaved in front of your parents. If they can't accept me for who I am then it’s just tough luck for them."

Kaleb shook his head. "I've never felt such a culture clash until now. The way your people express their thoughts and emotions is so much different than the way we do it. For us, it's politeness. For your people, it's seen as duplicity."

Amalthia looked into his eyes then stroked his head with her long claws. "The path we chose is not an easy one. This is just one of those challenges we have to overcome. But if we do this together, I believe it will make us even stronger. Don't you agree?"

Kaleb smiled and kissed her on the cheek.

"My dear, I couldn't agree more!"

(All chapters have been posted to AO3. Chapter 28 is posted here.)

#gw2 fanfic #guild wars fan fiction #tyrias-library #the outliers #kaleb and amalthia

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Flirty Prompt

(Thomas x Amanda) with the following conversation as a prompt given by @prompt-nonny

Amanda: "You're so full of it." Thomas: "I prefer 'confident'." Amanda: "You would, you crazy man." Thomas: "You are so sweet." Amanda: "I hate you sometimes." Thomas: "I love you too." Have fun 😘 -Prompt Nonny ❤

A/N Thank you for the prompt! LOL! I had to include some other characters from Red Carpet Diaries in this to gauge their reactions. Hope you enjoy it and look forward for more prompts for my pairs.

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Taken from Another Night/Another Dream series.

And Scene!

Thomas stood on the stage he normally had his students act out the different scenes they composed in their small groups. His signature frown was firmly in place while he studied the placement of the furniture for tomorrow's lesson.

His day had been wretched. It started with his coffeemaker breaking this morning, then the flat tire on the interstate, followed by ruining one of his favorite shirts to change said tire. Can't forget about the ridiculous answers on a set of exams his students turned in. Then the faculty meeting was beyond tedious. To top it all off, Amanda's visit was postponed.

The lady he had been dating and was currently engaged to was supposed to be here Monday. Then Tuesday. Wednesday, still no fiancee. Now it was Thursday. They were supposed to meet with the wedding planner tomorrow evening and he did not want to go without her. It had been nearly a month since they had been together and he was sick of being apart.

He ran a hand over his face while studying a scene that one of his students had turned in. The young man had a great deal of talent and Thomas believed he could go far if given the right opportunities. But this scene...

Perhaps it was because he was in such a foul mood that he could not appreciate the meet-cute nor the flirtation to follow. The accidental on purpose kiss was cliché at best, yet it seemed to fit the tone of the rest of the scene.

"I always love seeing handsome men on stage."

Thomas whirled around in surprise. Amanda stood in the doorway of his auditorium and smiled. His own smile, the first one in quite a while, came up as he hopped down and met her halfway. He pulled her into a passionate embrace and held her close.

"Does the theater always do this to you or is it that you missed me?" Amanda teased.

"You know very well what caused this." He muttered against her lips. "Why didn't you tell me you were coming this evening?"

"I wasn't certain what time I would be landing, so I thought I would surprise you." She kissed him once more before sitting down. "Holly told me you were staying late at the university, so I decided to stop here first." She glanced at the stage and the papers in his hand. "I didn't mean to interrupt your work."

He urged her out of the chair and over to the stage. "You are never an interruption. Besides, I could use another perspective."

Amanda smiled at him and laughed nervously. "I'm not exactly known for my theater talents. I can talk all day about film history, but this..." She waved her hand at the theater room. "This is completely out of my wheelhouse."

"You give yourself too little credit." He told her, his frown fierce once more. "Your intelligence and ability to critique something logically and without insult is vastly superior to most people's."

"Careful." Amanda wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him close to her. "Compliments like that will have me acting in a way that I'm certain is discouraged in the student handbook." She stood on her tiptoes and captured his lips in a heated kiss.

"This simply makes me grateful that you are not a student." He muttered against her neck. His hands moved down to cup her backside, pressing her closer. "Therefore the rules do not apply."

"And what would you have done, Professor Hunt, if I had walked through that door as your student?" Her teasing smile brought his own to form.

"I suppose this would not be happening." He sat down on the antique chaise lounge and pulled her into his lap.

"Professor Hunt! I am surprised at you." Amanda nipped his ear gently before pressing another tender kiss to his lips. "What was it you wanted my opinion on?"

He exaggerated a groan at her ability to remain clear headed. He should have continued with his seduction before telling her he needed her help.

"Will you read this and tell me what you think?" He handed her the scene.

She got comfortable in his arms and smiled at the occasional brush of his lips against her neck as he read over her shoulder. His fingers slowly moved up and down her arm.

"You are being quite distracting." She whispered. He held her tighter to him and paused his movements.

"I didn't say stop." She kissed his cheek when he chuckled and continued to read while he resumed his own activities on her skin.

She set the paper down. "Hmm."

He cocked an eyebrow and waited.

"It has a great deal of potential." Amanda picked it up again. "Though this conversation," she pointed at the lines, "it seems so out of character for the two."

He reread it and nodded. "I agree. I think it throws their romance off for the audience."

"Exactly! They have both been so sweet to one another and then to transition to something like this...would it be believable or would people act surprised?" Her eyes lit up with mischief. "We should try it out!"

"What? Now?" He watched as excitment flooded over her.

"Yes! Let's see if we can't get a few friends to meet us for a late dinner or drinks?"

"You just arrived." He argued pulling her closer. "We can test this another--"

"Aren't you grading this tomorrow?" She asked.

Thomas could see it was a losing battle. He had discovered that when her mind was made up, it was nearly impossible to change it. "Very well." He stood up and held his hand out to her. With a sudden tug he had her in his arms. "Once this experiment is conducted, you are mine."

___________

A couple of hours later...

"I need wedding details please!" Addison exclaimed. "What is being decided tomorrow?"

"We are touring the final two optional places for the ceremony and reception. I believe we will most likely have the rehersal dinner there as well." Amanda pulled a small notebook out and flipped through the pages. "Flowers and decorations too. Then Saturday is cake tasting and deciding on food."

Thomas watched her face light up while she discussed the upcoming wedding with Addison and Matt. He reached across the table and took her hand. Her smile glowed when her gaze met his and she gently squeezed his hand.

"We come bearing drinks." Ryan announced as he expertly flourished a tray.

"Impressive." Matt chuckled when Holly rolled her eyes.

"Don't encourage him. His ego is big enough." She sat back down and winked at Ryan when he placed her drink in front of her.

"Did you ever wait tables?" Amanda asked.

"No, but my first acting job was as a handsome waiter." He waggled his eyebrows at the group, causing snorts and laughter. "I'm simply quoting the script."

"Perfect timing." Addison pointed toward the pool table that was available. "Who's ready to play first?"

"I say Hunt and future Hunt against me and Holly." Ryan suggested. "Winners take on the ridiculously dynamic duo."

"I can't help that not only am I incredibly talented at pool, but that I am with a natural born hustler." Matt wrapped his arm around Addison. She pressed a kiss to his lips, giggling at the playful boos and wadded napkins thrown at them.

Amanda hung back a few paces with Thomas while the others walked over to the pool table. "Ready for your scene Mr. Hunt?"

He nodded. "Let's get this over with." He leaned down close to her ear and whispered what he had planned for the rest of the evening.

"Hurry up!" Holly yelled out. "Some of us would like to kick your butts at pool!"

Thomas picked up a pool cue and handed it to Amanda. She shook her head with a laugh and pushed it back. "Let me see what you've got."

A wicked grin appeared on his face. "At the beginning of my career--"

"Are we talking pre-underwear or post-underwear model era?" Ryan asked.

Amanda nearly choked on her drink at Thomas's glare.

"During." He answered. "As I was saying, one of the photographers would try and loosen everyone up by having us shoot a few games of pool."

"So you and the other models were in your underwear holding your pool sticks?" Holly teased. Ryan spit his drink out and stared at her in surprise.

"Yes." Thomas ignored the innuendo. "Much like my talent at modeling," he winked surreptitiously to Amanda, "I developed quite a bit of talent at billiards."

Amanda rolled her eyes. "You're so full of it."

The other two couples stared at her in shock. They had never heard her speak in such a way. Her teasing was usually sweet and directed toward herself.

Thomas leaned down and struck the cue ball with enough force to scatter the balls. A striped ball went into one of the pockets. He glanced over his shoulder at her as he lined up for another shot. "I prefer 'confident'."

He knocked another striped ball in a corner pocket and moved around the table.

Amanda shook her head in mock frustration. "You would, you crazy man."

Thomas purposely took his time to line up the next shot. "You are so sweet." His tone was nothing but sarcasm.

Addison stared wide eyed at the couple. She met Holly's concerned gaze and bit her lip wondering how to stop what had to be an argument occurring.

When another striped ball dropped in a pocket. Amanda groaned and dropped her head forward. "I hate you sometimes."

Holly gasped. Ryan placed his hand on hers to stop her from interfering. What happened to the two people that were nearly gushing with happiness while talking about their wedding? Matt had a comforting arm around Addison as her lip trembled waiting to hear Thomas's response.

He looked up at Amanda. "I love you too." His shot glanced off the side and he handed the cue to Ryan. "You're up."

Ryan took it silently as they all watched him walk back over to where Amanda sat. The two couples were shocked to see the pair share a tender kiss and a few words that none could hear.

Ryan messed up his shot for constantly looking up to see if they were truly okay. He handed the pool cue to Amanda who smiled happily and studied the table.

"There is no way I am near as good as you." She said over her shoulder to Thomas. "If I were you, I would demand to pick partners next time."

"I would still pick you." Thomas told her, smiling softly when she beamed at him.

She knocked another striped in and missed her second shot. "Here you go Holly."

Holly stared in disbelief at Thomas pulling Amanda between his legs when she decided to stand next to his stool. She leaned back against him and kissed his cheek. They were talking too softly to be overheard again.

Holly threw the pool stick down on the table in frustration. She shook her finger at the two. "That's it! What is going on?"

Thomas and Amanda stared at her in confusion. "What are you talking about?" He asked.

"THIS!" She motioned at them. "Am I crazy or were you two not acting like someone had taken over your bodies earlier?"

"I don't know what you mean." Amanda managed to say with a straight face.

Holly strangled on a frustrated sound and turned to the others to back her up.

"You were so sarcastic and mean." Addison explained. "You actually said you hated Thomas!"

"Now you act like nothing happened!" Holly finally managed to get out.

Amanda bit her lip and looked at Thomas. "We have to tell them or else they are going to hate me."

"I think we must. I can't have them thinking anything like that." He turned his attention to the group that was now even more confused. "We were acting out a scene."

"What?" Matt asked. "A scene? Why?"

Amanda pulled it out of her purse and handed it over to them to read. "The couple seemed like us in some aspects, yet that conversation seems out of place for the two. We thought we would try it out and see if it was us comparing their relationship to ours."

The four read it and gave their opinions. "I think it fits this pair in the scene." Matt said. "You two on the other hand, no."

"I'm with Matt." Holly added.

"Me too." Ryan replied. "And don't ever scare us like that again. I think you took ten years off my life, which means I will start being cast in father of the bride roles." He dramatically shuddered.

Addison shook her head. "I agree with Thomas and Amanda. This couple is too sweet in this story."

"Three against three." Thomas sighed as he took the paper back. "I suppose I will have to wait until they act it out and see the tone of the scene they intend to have before grading it."

"And I promise I won't say I hate Thomas." Amanda added. Her smile grew in mischief. "Except when we play cards. Then all bets are off."

Thomas shook his head and placed some money down. "Since we made you are test subjects in this little experiment, enjoy another round on us. I have an early class tomorrow, so we are leaving."

"All is forgiven." Ryan reassured them. "Or it will be after the next round."

Amanda chuckled and said her goodbyes as she slipped her hand in Thomas's.

Once back at his home, he kept the lights off as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. Her surprised laughter caused him to pause.

"I told you this would happen." He pressed his lips to hers again.

"You're so full of it." Amanda teased while unbuttoning his shirt.

His smile briefly appeared before he groaned at her caress. "I prefer 'confident'." Their lips met again in a heated exchange.

"In this context, it works." Her words were muffled under his lips.

"Yes, it does." Thomas pulled her upstairs. "Forget about that script. Right now, the only thing I want you focusing on is the infamous love scene."

"Yes, Professor Hunt." She mumbled before being kissed.

#choices rcd #thomas hunt rcd #choices thomas hunt #thomas hunt x oc #thomas hunt x amanda #ryan x holly #matt x addison #prompt nonny

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World On Fire (3/12)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader; background skinny!Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter Warnings: Canon-typical violence; language; sexual content. Summary: Brooklyn, 1948. Bucky Barnes, war hero, lives three floors down, and the evenings he comes to watch the sunset with you on the fire escape are the best times in your shabby life. But reality is far uglier than it seems when swinging your legs six floors up with Bucky at your side. On top of a good-for-nothing brother and a poor family upstate, there’s a new mob hitman in town: the Winter Soldier. A/N: Written for @cametobuyplums Fizz’s 2000 Plums Writing Challenge—thanks Fizz! xoxo

3. Sunday, June 1

“Goldie!”

You pop up from the bench at Prospect Park as your friend hurries over, her pumps crunching in the gravel. Goldie wraps you in a tight hug, then pulls back, her bright smiling eyes reminding you—not for the first time—of your brother’s. Of course, there’s no dangerous baggage with her. Goldie is pure sunshine.

“How are you?” Goldie asks.

“I’m swell! So glad it’s Sunday,” you say with a sigh.

Goldie grins. “Best day of the week!” She pulls you back down on the bench. “How’s work? How’s life?”

“Oh, about the same as usual. You?”

“Didn’t your brother come back into town?” Goldie says. “What’s he been up to?”

“Oh… I’m not sure.” You twist your fingers together in your lap, gut churning.

“Don’t want to pry, hm?” Goldie’s eyes are sharp. You shrug.

“Not much point to prying. He wouldn’t tell me a thing anyway. He just goes his own way.”

“Uh huh.” Goldie crosses her arms and snorts. “Your brother is something else. Hard to believe you two are related, from all the stories I’ve hea—”

“Oh look, it’s Mary!” You jump to your feet, face burning, and hurry forward to meet the final member of your little trio.

“Hello you two.” Mary‘s strawberry blond curls bounce around her shoulders. She’s got her hands in her pockets and a smirk on her narrow face. You stop a few feet away and raise your eyebrows.

“Don’t you look like the cat that got the cream!”

Mary giggles. She loops her right arm around your waist and steers you back towards Goldie.

“You do look awful smug,” Goldie says, her arms crossed.

“Well, I have some news.” Mary tugs her left hand out of her pocket and holds it up. Is that…?

It is.

Your jaw drops. You grab Mary’s hand and stare at her new diamond ring.

“Oh my goodness! Mary!” Goldie cries. She flings her arms around Mary and leads her in a merry dance. Mary laughs loud and clear, curls glinting in the sun.

You grin as you watch them, your own hands clasped under your chin. Mary’s only been seeing Julius since February—a few months of courting, and now they’re engaged. And with the smugness wiped from her face, you can tell just how happy Mary is. She’s practically glowing.

Mary breaks free of Goldie’s stranglehold and pulls you in for a proper hug. You can feel her breath on your ear, the cheer of her giggle, the lightness that might be enough to let her float off into the sky.

Well, maybe not float off into the sky, but you’ll see less of her now, you’re sure.

“Oh I’ll miss you!” you exclaim, squeezing her tight.

“Well it’s not like I’m leaving town!” She nudges your shoulder. “Julius only lives a few blocks from me! And we’re hoping to find a place of our own soon. I don’t fancy living with his family. Bad enough living with my own mother,” she teases.

“So when’s the wedding?” Goldie asks.

Mary hooks her arms through your and Goldie’s elbows and sets the three of you walking. “Soon, I hope! I’ve still got a few things to finish for my hope chest, but then, I suppose I’ll finish them after if I need to.”

“Will you?” Goldie says, brow arched. “I think you’ll be far too busy with a handsome husband to finish embroidering another set of napkins.”

Mary’s giggle is high and bright. Your cheeks hurt from smiling, but there’s a nagging in your soul. Embroidered napkins? A hope chest? A husband, even? These two really do come from another world. Still, it’s not their fault. And you wouldn’t trade your solitary apartment and the accompanying fire escape chats for the world.

Even if that’s all you ever get, you’d rather keep those than gain anything else.

“Enough about me,” Mary says. “I’m sure you’ll be sick to death of all the wedding talk soon enough. What about you two?”

“Welllll,” Goldie drawls, “I’ve got a fella taking me to dinner tomorrow night.”

“Which fella’s this?” you ask. Mary snorts, elbows you.

“Albert,” Goldie says severely.

“Now is he the banker or the accountant?” you ask.

“Andrew is the banker,” Goldie says.

She detangles herself from Mary and plops down on a bench, patting the middle for you. You sit between them, cross your ankles.

“What about you?” Goldie asks.

“What about me?”

“You never tell us if you’ve got a man,” Mary says.

“Nothing to tell,” you say firmly.

“And I don’t believe it for a second,” Goldie cuts in. She pokes your arm. “You’re pretty, you work hard, you’re plenty smart, so why aren’t you getting yourself a beau?”

Fire burns your cheeks. “I—”

“She’s blushing,” Mary murmurs. “I bet she’s got a beau already, and she’s just too shy to tell us.”

“I don’t,” you insist, but Goldie tugs at your sleeve and bats her eyelashes at you.

“I won’t tell a soul,” she promises.

“Pleeeease?” Mary winds an arm around your waist and smiles up at you with every ounce of sickening sweetness she can muster. You sigh, defeated.

“There is a fella,” you say quietly, and both of them squeal. You shush them, shoulders around your ears. “There’s nothing to tell! Only time I saw him with a nice dress on was in ‘42.”

“Six years!” Mary gasps. “You’ve been pining after one fella for six whole years?”

You shrug and duck your head, cheeks hotter than ever.

“What in heaven’s name have you been doing for six years that he hasn’t noticed you?” she adds. “If he hasn’t seen you in a nice dress since ‘42, no wonder you’re still pining!”

Words escape you. You’ve never thought of it that way. You do have a nice dress—the one you’re wearing, the same one you’ve been wearing every warm Sunday for two years—and one too fine to wear even on Sundays. A gift from your aunt, the one you’d worn to her wedding. But you’ve never dressed up for Bucky, not since…

Not since ‘42.

How can you explain it? It’s crazy, when Mary puts it that way. You have to be crazy to waste what plenty—including your own aunt—would call the best six years of your life. And for what? Daydreams, and nothing more.

Well. Not quite nothing. There are those moments on the fire escape, with legs dangling and a shared cigarette, chatter that just skirts the things neither of you can quite say, that sweet comfort that feels as much like home as your own bed. And sometimes you pass him on the stairs, so close that you can smell him, your hand passing inches from his. A fancy dress would be out of place in those dim stairs, or on the fire escape.

But you don’t even know if your fancy dress still fits. No, Mary’s right. It’s crazy, letting it go on like this. Why haven’t you done something, anything, to push it along?

“If you don’t see him in nice dresses,” Goldie says slowly, “and he can’t be from work, unless you’re pining after the ancient doctor, which I wouldn’t dare accuse you of, he must be that neighbor of yours.”

You blink. How…?

“James Barnes, I think?”

Your jaw drops. “Goldie, how on earth—”

“Oh my god!”

Mary leaps to her feet and claps a hand over her mouth. You follow her wide-eyed gaze, mystified.

Then you spot him.

“David?!”

Your brother, your baby brother, staggering towards you with a shiner and a bloody nose and that sunny smile of his a bloody grimace. The people he’s passed are gaping; Mary beside you makes a strangled noise in the back of her throat and drags Goldie away, not even muttering a farewell.

Only then do you manage to get to your feet. You run to David, fear tightening your throat. The embarrassment of it all is nothing, not now, not when David’s barely upright. He collapses into your arms, nearly sending you to your knees as he stifles a groan.

“Think I scared your friends away,” he mumbles. He sniffs, rights himself, and wipes his bloody upper lip with the back of his hand.

You fish out your handkerchief, but you’ve no idea where to put it first. His nose, his mouth? The scrape on his jaw? What happened to him? What—and who?

“Come on, Deborah,” a man says, hurrying his girl past. He shoots you and David a dirty look, and a stab of unease cuts through you.

Sunny Prospect Park is no place for David. Or you.

“Come on,” you tell him. “I’m taking you home.”

—

David hisses as you press a damp handkerchief to his nose. It’s as much complaint as you’ve heard from him. Tiny hisses, bit-back groans, the odd sigh punctuated by a hand to his ribs. You focus on patching him up as best you can, but it’s harder and harder to bite back the questions. You’re dying to ask. More than ever, you want to ask.

This has to do with that envelope from Wednesday night. The one full of money, the one already on its way upstate. What else could it possibly be? What else does your little brother do that could cause such harm to come his way?

All that money…

Where did it come from?

But you can’t ask. You can’t. If you know, you’ll be weighted down by the truth. You’ll have to do something about it. Scold him, report him, try and make him do different. Be different.

But since when have you ever been able to sway David?

No, the less you know the better.

All you can do is help. He’s your brother. You can do no less.

—

You let David take your bed for the night. “Just tonight, David,” you warn him, but he only kisses the top of your head and eases himself between the sheets.

A blanket on the floor and a spare towel rolled under your head is the best you can manage, but at least from here you can watch the rise and fall of David’s shoulder as he breathes. He’s here, he’s not bleeding. He’s safe.

Safe—safe from what?

You turn away and curl your arm under your head, worrying your lips. You press your free hand against the floor, pushing down in hopes that you’ll smother your questions as easily as you grind the dust into the floor. Behind you, David tosses, turns; his little pained noises paint the quiet apartment. The bed creaks with his every move.

It takes a long time to fall asleep.

—

A thump startles you awake. You jolt up, and a fire burns down the side of your neck. “Ah!”

Silence falls. You massage your cricked neck, realize you’re still on the floor, and whirl to the bed. It’s… empty.

“David?”

A sigh behind you, and the squeak of the door. David’s shoulders are hunched with shame, and you can just make out his wan smile, black eye, swollen nose. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake ya.”

“Wait, David—”

But he’s gone.

You gape at the door with bleary eyes and a sunken heart. Your own brother, sneaking out at—you squint at the clock—three in the morning. At least… at least he can smile, even if just.

You crawl into bed, too tired to bother locking the door. A strange smell lingers on your sheets. It’s strange for this place to smell like something other than yourself, or cigarettes, or the occasional burnt toast. The scent on your pillowcase is… almost like home, really. Well, it’s David. Of course it’s home.

David. Where is he going? It’s barely three in the morning. Why did he leave? Why didn’t you make him stay? Why didn’t you even ask?

You know why. You know the answer to every single question, if you’d only let your mind go down those dark paths.

You don’t. You just force yourself to sleep.

to be continued…

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you #bucky barnes x y/n #winter soldier imagine #becca writes #mcu fic #mobster!bucky #mcu #bucky barnes #mob au

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What I’ve Learned from Disney Princesses

Sorry - super long post that isn’t a fic and doesn’t have anything to do with much. Just a rant - something I thought about and had to write down.

I firmly believe that in life, we are always learning. And from a young age, I have been learning from Disney - I think that my rather large vocabulary comes from learning Disney songs by heart at a young age - there are some pretty complicated words in there, people!

I was born and currently identify as male, but the Disney Princess movies have taught me valuable lessons over my life. The Princesses espouse admirable qualities, teach life lessons, and introduce us to the harsh truths of life. I’d like to share with you what I found the message these characters send to be, and maybe see if anyone feels the same?

So, under the break, I’m going to discuss all 12 of the official Disney Princesses, as well as Elsa and Anna, because I feel they have a lot to offer as far as life lessons go.

1. Snow White (Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs)

Snow White does teach valuable lessons. She is just a young girl during the movie, but she shows remarkable fortitude in her ordeals. She does put herself in a servant role to the Dwarfs, but think about it -she’s been made a servant by her stepmother, so it’s likely the only thing of use she knows how to do. Not to mention she’s paying for her lodging and food by working. Snow is a princess, but she shows remarkable humility by being willing to work and earn her keep.

Snow’s story also teaches us the downfalls of seeing the good everywhere. A little bit of cynicism is healthy, and keeps us alive. Snow’s willingness to see the good is what allows her to be so cheerful and loving towards the Dwarfs, but also makes her an easy target for a certain apple salesperson.

Be humble. Be fair. And don’t be so trusting.

2. Cinderella (Cinderella)

Cinderella might seem to be a passive, submissive example of a princess who “needs a man to rescue her.” But I think differently. Cinderella shows courage and strength in doing the only thing she can: surviving. Think about it: Cinderella has basically no other option but to be slave to her stepfamily. Her mother and father are dead. But does she complain? Does she give in to the idea that there might not be a single human left in the world who cares about her?

No.

Cinderella teaches us the quiet strength of endurance, of compassion and love even when we don’t receive any. Cinderella remains positive and hopeful in the face of adversity, and she is rewarded.

Cinderella teaches us the harsh truth that sometimes, we have no other option but to muddle through and hope. Dreaming and wishing can be our refuge, and we must not let ourselves be broken by our circumstances. We must always show compassion and love where we are shown none, to those that need and deserve it. Cinderella cares for her animal friends, even though they can not conceivably do anything for her, and this “paying it forward” is rewarded.

And yes, Cinderella does have to depend on the kindness of others. But this in itself is a lesson. We, like Cinderella, do not always have agency over our lives. Sometimes we are kept from the ball. Sometimes the spell has to end at midnight. But Cinderella’s endurance and spirit is what sees her through.

Be strong. Be kind. Be like Cinderella.

3. Aurora (Sleeping Beauty)

True, there isn’t much to take from Aurora’s actions, due to her getting little screen time. But, Aurora teaches us the power of intent. She has been sheltered all her life and cut off from contact. And yet, she is unafraid to dream of finding more. And she does, though probably not how she expected to.

Aurora teaches us the harsh truth that we can be punished for something we had no control over. She was cursed to effectively die for an insult her parents gave! (Incidentally, a lesson I learned from Sleeping Beauty was to show respect at all times, to avoid grudges)

Aurora may not teach us much directly. Her lessons involve having no control, and just having to deal with it.

So, yes, there will be times when your life won’t be fair. And, sorry, but you’ll just have to hope for the best. Hold on to your dreams for when life hits you hard.

4. Ariel (The Little Mermaid)

For a long time, Ariel was my least favorite Disney Princess. She’s the “girl who has everything” but can’t appreciate it. She’s got material goods, family who cares, friends, a killer singing voice, but she takes it all for granted. Not to mention she skips out on prior commitments for selfish reasons. But Ariel teaches us a lesson about parenting that we would do well to remember:

Share with your child. Ariel’s curiosity about the surface world stems from her father’s insistence that she should never come in contact with it. Triton could’ve avoided a whole lot of trouble by maybe showing Ariel the human world a little at a time, or told her about why Ursula was so bad.

Ariel also a lesson of her own: that it is okay to depend on others. Yes, she needs Sebastian to help her romance Eric. Yes, she needs Eric to help her defeat Ursula. But these do not make her weak. Ariel’s pure love and curiosity for whatever she happens to come across is her strength, and is what charms everyone around her. She is willing to selflessly defy her father in order to save a surface person from almost certain death. We all need to realize that we are not alone in this world, and it is okay to rely on those we can trust. When, like Ariel, we are voiceless, we should be able to count on our loved ones for support.

So, parents, share and be honest with your children. Kids, know that you aren’t alone, that it’s okay to rely on your parents and friends for stuff. You aren’t weak. We all need each other.

5. Belle (Beauty and the Beast)

Belle is possibly my favorite Disney Princess of all time. She’s got it all: brains, confidence, beauty. But the real virtue she shows us as people does not come from her book learning. It comes from emotional intelligence. Belle’s greatest quality is her understanding.

Belle lives in a small town full of “little people,” and she is insecure about how different she is from them. The repetitive life they lead is not enough for her, and she wonders if anyone can understand her. There’s “no one [she] can really talk with.” And later, the villagers will state in “The Mob Song” that “we don’t like what we don’t understand; in fact it scares us, and this monster is mysterious at least.”

She is the only one who can see through the facade that Gaston puts on for all the villagers. She is able to see through the Beast’s posturing and get him to become the man inside. Belle sees Cogsworth’s pride and uses it to get him to show her the castle, and recognizes that the Beast won’t hurt her. Her understanding of people, and her ability to look past the outer shell is her greatest power, and ultimately allows her to break the curse by recognizing her love for the Beast, despite how mean and vicious he may appear. Belle shows us the value of attempting to understand those that may look and behave differently from us, and how reaching across that divide may not be as difficult as we think.

Belle’s story also teaches us the harsh truth that talent and wisdom often go unappreciated compared to beauty and looks. No one believes “Crazy Old Maurice” when his word is against Gaston, the village golden boy. None of the villagers see anything other than a scary, mysterious castle with a vicious beast in it. Even the Beast himself was cursed due to his inability to look past the Enchantress’ disguise.

So seek to understand those you meet, both their flaws and qualities. And don’t judge a book by its cover.

6. Jasmine (Aladdin)

Jasmine is pretty cool. She has a pet tiger, so...

Anyway, Jasmine shows us how to be free. She doesn’t want to be wed to someone she doesn’t love, and so she tries to escape her life. She has Rajah attack suitors who try to get too close. She doesn’t take anything from anyone. Jasmine is generous and righteous, and although she might get into trouble due to her sheltered upbringing, Jasmine teaches us that we can’t let people deny us our freedom.

But Jasmine’s story teaches us the harsh truth that there are people out there who will stop at nothing to get what they want. Jafar resorts to manipulation, mind control, and then outright force to get what he wants. Even Aladdin uses the Genie’s incredible power to deceive his way to Jasmine. But even though Prince Ali seems perfect, Jasmine doesn’t really start to like him until he semi-reveals himself as Aladdin by asking her “do you trust me?” And Jasmine defies Jafar, even when he has the Genie’s power, even when he has her father under his power.

So, even when the greedy and selfish seek to use you, remember to hold on and exercise your freedom. It’s your life.

7. Pocahontas (Pocahontas)

Pocahontas is possibly the most controversial on the list, but I think that she is important in the lessons she can teach.

Pocahontas is independent and true to herself, but she also wrestles with tough inner conflict from duty. She wants to hope that something “waits just around the riverbend” but is in conflict with her tribe’s mantra of keeping steady and not rocking the boat. But her greatest virtue is her commitment to peace.

Pocahontas not only promotes peace between cultures, but peace between man and nature. “We are all connected to each other/in a circle, in a hoop that never ends.” Pocahontas believes in this value of peace so much that she is willing to sacrifice herself for love rather than live in a world where war has broken out among the two sides. Her main adviser is not a human, but a spirit of nature itself.

And the movie reveals harsh truths about how people treat those they do not understand. The song “Savages” is especially poignant, as Pocahontas deals with her inability to save John Smith while both sides abandon any hope for peace/cooperation and prepare for war. A strain from “Listen With Your Heart” plays before the second part of the song, showing that Pocahontas will either prove that peace is possible or die trying. As the end of the song arises, Pocahontas throws herself onto John Smith, forcing her father to either choose to back down or to kill his own daughter.

Yes, Pocahontas sanitizes a lot of the struggle of the period. But the idea that one selfless act has the power to affect change is a powerful one. Pocahontas shows us that peace is an ideal worth dying for, even when it seems that no one will listen.

8. Mulan (Mulan)

Mulan starts her film chafing against her society’s constraints, unable to be herself and attempting to force herself into the mold of “perfect porcelain doll” that she is expected to be. Mulan’s love for her father is what motivates her to join the army in his place. Ironically, as her story deals with deception and deceit for the greater good, Mulan teaches us to be true to ourselves.

While she masquerades as Ping, Mulan is largely ineffectual, starting a camp-wide brawl on her first day and earning enmity from her comrades by adopting an overly-macho facade. It’s only when Mulan uses skills from her true personality that she thrives. Her ingenuity is foreshadowed in the way she does her chores by setting up Little Brother to do them, her sense of fairness is shown when she gives a little girl back her doll, and her incredible persistence is shown in the way she steadfastly goes through with the matchmaking ceremony, even when she has to resort to cheating to get through it.

Mulan’s creativity allows her to climb the pole to retrieve the arrow, and her victory against Shan Yu in the mountains is brought about by her creative use of the cannon to cause an avalanche.

Mulan teaches us the harsh truth that there are things in life that we will just not be good at. Mulan does not excel at the memorization and graceful movements that other girls in her society are expected to use. But she does excel at tactics, thinking creatively, and adapting to situations as they come. And though her society prevents her from using her true talents, she finds a way to break out of that box and use her abilities to their fullest extent.

We all have our strengths and talents, and we must find a way to use them rather than be constrained by the norms of society. “The flower that blooms in adversity is the rarest and most beautiful of all.”

9. Tiana (The Princess and the Frog)

Tiana is different from the other Princesses because her best quality is also her flaw - she is focused and hard-working. Tiana is so diligent towards achieving her goals that she doesn’t allow herself to enjoy life. Tiana mostly teaches others how to focus on what they really want, but she’s got her own lesson to learn.

“I remember Daddy told me/”Fairy tales can come true,/ But you’ve got to make them happen/it all depends on you.” Tiana has learned this lesson that blood, sweat, and tears are dependable - fairy godmothers are rare. It is hard to determine what Tiana needs to learn because she has so many good qualities - responsibility, self-sufficiency, diligence

“Blue skies and sunshine” are what Mama Odie recommends to her, and Tiana realizes that she doesn’t have to deny herself fun to achieve her goals. She starts out with several jobs to save up for her restaurant, and it all turns out to be for nothing. Tiana already knows that she must rely on herself to make her dreams come true, but she needs to learn to stop and smell the roses. She learns that she doesn’t have to solely dedicate herself to one thing. She can take time for fun, time to dance with her mother before getting back to work.

But Tiana’s story also teaches us the harsh truth that people are often far too open to temptation. “This whole town can slow you down/People taking the easy way...” Dr. Facilier and the Friends from the Other Side take advantage of what people want but don’t want to work for in order to manipulate them. “You got what you wanted/But you lost what you had.” Tiana, however, recognizes the value of hard work and does not give in to the Doctor’s manipulations. Even when Facilier gives her her restaurant, where she is loved and respected and dressed up, she quickly realizes it is nothing but an empty offer. Tiana does what none of the other characters tempted by Facilier have been able to do - say no.

So, work hard, but don’t forget to play sometimes. And know that your dreams won’t come true overnight - hard work is often needed.

10. Rapunzel (Tangled)

Rapunzel’s story teaches us perseverance. Every year, the king and queen send up lanterns for the lost princess - never losing hope that their daughter is out there. And it is these very lanterns that draw their daughter back to them. Rapunzel perseveres in her tower, waiting for her life to begin. And when opportunity finally strikes, Rapunzel seizes it. She doesn’t just grab the bull by the horns, she swipes it upside the head with a frying pan!

Rapunzel teaches us the harsh truth that trust is never to be taken for granted. Even the people who are supposed to love us and care for us might not always have our best interests at heart. Rapunzel spends much of the movie fearful that she is betraying her mother, only to find out she was lied to her whole life. The folks at the Snuggly Duckling encourage her to chase her dreams, but also inadvertently set Gothel on her trail. And Gothel is easily able to manipulate Rapunzel into distrusting Eugene.

So never give up, and be sure that those you place your trust in deserve it.

11. Merida (Brave)

Merida, like Mulan, struggles with societal constraints. Like Ariel, she can be flighty and irresponsible. But ultimately, Merida teaches us about the give and take of relationships, even among parents and children. Merida feels her mother lacks understanding. And her mother feels the same. Their relationship, once so close, is broken by the divide between them, represented by Merida’s damaging of the tapestry her mother made.

As Merida and Eleanor go through their journey, Merida learns about her mother’s strength and power, which comes from calm words and the bearing of a leader

12. Moana (Moana)

Moana is a really great addition to the lineup. She’s strong, funny, and smart, and she is wise. Moana, unlike Mulan, does not struggle with fitting in to society. She is able to competently assume the role of chief under the guidance of her father. And it is important to note that when Moan first tries to go to the sea, she fails. It is only when she does so in order to save her people that she succeeds.

So, Moana’s virtue is also her tough lesson. There are things in this world more important than ourselves. Maui’s need to be loved is also the source of his great insecurity, and led him to steal the heart of Te Fiti. Te Ka’s anger nearly prevents Moana and Maui from restoring her heart. Moana’s grandmother and mother teach her the power of selflessness. Moana’s grandmother is the one to teach her about their people’s past as voyagers, and Moana’s mother - though she may fear for her daughter’s life - allows her to go and helps her pack for her journey. And Moana teaches Maui about doing things for others, not for gratitude, but because it is right.

And Moana leads her people into voyaging once more. Not because she desired to go to the sea, but because it is the way of her people that was forgotten. Because it was the only solution to save her people when they began to overfish and helps spread them across the world. Moana’s motivation grows from a selfish one to a selfless one. And in a weird way, this comes from self-acceptance. “I Am Moana” is what she learns, that she can do things, and her talents are to be used to help her people, not just herself.

Be yourself. Use your talents and follow your dreams. But never forget to use your abilities and gains for the good of others.

13. Elsa (Frozen)

Elsa is forced for much of her life to live in isolation, even from her beloved sister, which practically destroys their relationship. “Let It Go” may be a song for accepting herself, but it also occurs in isolation. Elsa feels the only way she can be herself is through this isolation. “Yes, I’m alone, but I’m alone and free.” She’s not really accepting who she is, but rather accepting the idea that she’s a dangerous monster, but when no one’s there for her to hurt, she can be happy.

Elsa learns through her sister’s love that she isn’t a monster. And she learns that love is how she can control her powers. Her parents worry that her powers will make her a target, but the fear of herself instilled in her makes them more uncontrollable. After all, if Elsa’s had these powers all her life (and shows remarkable control over them at a young age), the loss of control is directly linked to self-suppression. It is only when Anna sacrifices herself that Elsa regains true control - because Anna repeatedly shows that she loves her sister, no matter what. And this unconditional love makes Elsa truly believe that she isn’t a monster.

So, Elsa teaches us that to truly accept ourselves, we need to accept others. You don’t have to be as cheery and personable as Anna, but isolation isn’t healthy.

14. Anna (Frozen)

Anna, meanwhile, learns a similar lesson. Also forced into isolation, Anna desires to have experiences, to live life. “For the First Time in Forever” really indicates Anna’s longing for connection and experience. Part of why she’s so willing to love Hans and believe he loves her is because of this isolation. In her point of view, Elsa rebuffs her one day with no warning, and practically never even sees her again for years. “Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?” shows Anna’s regret and sadness as the years pass, and is heartbreaking as she slowly stops trying to communicate with her sister.

Anna teaches us about trying to communicate, about showing unconditional love. “Please don’t shut me out again,” she begs Elsa. And even though her sister has (accidentally) hurt her, Anna consistently tries to bridge the gap.

Anna’s arc shows us the tough truth that relationships, even close ones, can decay. The close sisterly bond has all but faded between them. But Anna also shows us that no matter the difficulty. At the final scene, when the tune of “Do You Wanna Build a Snowman” plays, it signifies that Elsa and Anna have finally repaired their relationship, that they finally can be family again.

So, we learn from Anna to give our love unconditionally. Because forgiveness, trust, love, and most importantly the desire to make a connection all help us repair our broken relationships.

#super long rant #my thoughts #disney princesses

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Finding Kurt Hummel: Dreams Come True

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6x13: Dreams Come True

Wow. Here we are. The end of the story. There’s something bittersweet about reaching this point. I’ve been doing this meta series for over four years now, and it’s kind of fitting that I’ll end it around the original airing of the series finale. I can’t believe it’s been so long. I can’t believe I’ve made it through 121 episodes of the show. (Okay, technically 116 - Kurt wasn’t in five of them.)

And, I’ll be honest - I have some mixed feelings about the actual finale. There was a lot more in the script, and a lot that I’m sad that was cut. Not to mention, by season 6, production values were a little on the low side - and there are some glaring errors, and awkward editing, throughout the episode.

But looking past that - it’s been a fantastic journey, and amazing to look so in-depth at a story that’s made its way firmly into my heart. I will miss writing about Kurt Hummel (though it’s not like I’ll never write anything about him again!) but it is time to close the book on his story.

And thank you to all of you who came with me on this journey. Even as I let go of the story myself - I’ll always cherish it, and all the discussions and conversations and friends I’ve had and made along the way. This has been something special - and I’m glad you’re here with me - here at the end of all things.

So here we go...

Final Competition

We open with our three remaining main characters. Ah, I see what you did there, show! And it’s time for Nationals 2015! I’m not going to go too deeply on the time line here - because of a bunch of weird edits and costume changes, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense.

But I will deduce this -- in the 2015 time line - Kurt (and Blaine) have already been back in New York for a while, and have come home to help the group go to Nationals. Or at least that’s how I’m explaining it in my head.

And we get New Directions winning Nationals again. Whoo! I’m actually glad they didn’t make us sit through another set of songs and use this episode as a way to send of the original characters. I do appreciate that Glee.

I will say - one thing that I am frustrated by is this idea that McKinley gets turned into a fine arts school - and they do away with sports entirely. **sigh** This show just never understood balance, did it. Or the fact that you can enjoy music, have it be a good part of your life, and still do other things in your life. That is my one major gripe with the end of this show - is that it kind of takes the message too far the other way. One reason I really liked the 2009 episode - is that it brought back the reason as to why they were there in the first place - so kids can be together in an activity that they liked despite their differences. This episode -- to a fault -- zeroes in on the ‘arts education’ platform a little too hard - and, dare I say, to the detriment of some of the characters.

But ah well - I shouldn’t be complaining too much about the ending here. I mean - at least the characters do get happy endings, and this finale isn’t a travesty the same way How I Met Your Mother was.

Last First Day

So, apparently this is the first day of Glee Club as Will says in his dialogue. So... Kurt and Blaine have come back for this, too, and then head off to New York - for good (the subtext says).

The thing that gets me about this scene is that it was the last day of filming for the actors, and the last thing shot on the show. Everyone getting teary eyed was real - because it was the last time they were all ever going to act together - and there’s something really poignant. There’s a message some where in here from Will about moving on and moving forward, but interestingly, this is more about saying goodbye and being okay with that.

I think adding to that is that this scene is a throwback to the end of season 1 - when the glee club listened to Will on his ukulele singing Somewhere Over the Rainbow. There’s nothing that special about this scene or even this song. But it’s such a touching moment because it’s another final one.

And I’m glad we get a nice shot of Kurt and Blaine together, being close together, being reminded about all their times in high school - the good, the bad, and the crazy. And it’s weird - cause they’re happy in their life, and they’ll be even happier moving forward. But sometimes you do just need to take a step back and reflect, and be grateful that you got the chance to be a part of something special.

Blam and Hummelberry

Alright two things I need to point out before we continue on.

1. There’s a cute little Blam scene where Blaine and Sam effectively get to say goodbye to each other. And it’s super sweet. But also - Blaine let’s us know that marriage is agreeing with he and Kurt. I’m sad we never really get to see this play out post-Wedding episode, but I’m glad it’s at least mentioned if only in passing. But the thing is - I do think marriage would agree with them - because it is a commitment that they both are secured in making, and they don’t have the fears and insecurities they did before. But also, because they are more grown up than they were when they were in a high school. And yes - while I always wish we had seen more, I’m glad they at least allude to the fact that they’re living a happy life in New York.

2. Something you may notice about this episode (okay I didn’t until I was told later) there’s no Hummelberry in it. Crazy, right?? I mean, as much as I complained about Hummelberry over the years - it does seem weird that one of the major friendships on the show doesn’t have a final nod to it. (And in fact - there’s a lot more Kurtcedes throughout this episode than Hummelberry.)

Well - the reason is that the two final Hummelberry scenes were cut. The first one was supposed to be before the Blam one - where they talk about Finn, countdown their top Glee songs, and Rachel calls Blaine Kurt’s husband and Kurt gets all giddy from that (man I wish I could have seen that). The scene is far too long to be in the episode (I still say they should have made the full script - there’s a ton cut out and more than enough for a two hour episode), but I wish it had been in there.

The other scene takes place right before Rachel sings This Time - and isn’t much other than Kurt saying that he and Blaine are taking off for New York - but Rachel needs another moment. Again - I see why they cut it. Still - weird that I don’t get a final moment to dissect.

So -- I’ll say this... it’s my own headcanon that Kurt and Rachel will always be, in a way, bff - but they become more like Kurt and Mercedes - living their own lives and doing their own things. Sure, this entire group of kids will always be in each other’s lives, but as you grow up - you move on and meet new people - a lot of whom you just click better with.

I do think when Hummelberry was good - it was good, and I do see the purpose of it on the show. And while I think I’ll always resent (a little) the stuff in the middle seasons - I’ll always recognize it as a major friendship on the show. Take a bow Hummelberry - and good night...

Mercedes Jones Has Left The Building

So - Mercedes announces she’s going on tour and there’s a lot going right for her, so this is where she’s saying goodbye. And, I kind of love her speech here. Because she admits that this might be the last time she sees them for a very, very long time. And it kind of hits the nail on the head about moving on.

Something I do like about this episode is this idea that things change. They can’t always stay in glee club forever - you have to grow up, you have to move on, and your life is better for it. But you can always remember and cherish the people and memories you make along the way. Mercedes gets it. The rest of the cast gets it. And so we get Mercedes singing Some Day We’ll Be Together as she makes her exit stage left. And it’s really powerful and sad. Because it is an ending.

No words are said as Mercedes leaves. No words are needed.

But that’s okay. Not to be overly cheesy and go ultra 90s, but like the song Closing Time - Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

Mr. and Mrs. Porcelain

The next stop on the Goodbye Tour is Sue.

And they’ve actually come to thank her.

And as crazy as it is - I’m actually really grateful that we have this little scene because it does tell us a couple of things. First of all -- Kurt says if she hadn’t meddled (and I’m still not condoning the meddling) they’d still be apart and miserable. This is a big thing - because for as much as Kurt tried to down play it for a while there - he was pretty miserable for a majority of season 6. So was Blaine, for that matter. But now they’re married and happy and heading back to New York - and this time probably will stay in New York for a long, long time.

I also like it because throughout the entire series, there’s been a strange connection between Sue and Kurt. No need to recap - feel free to read all the other meta - it’s actually there, lol. But out of all the students - Sue didn’t connect with many of them - but she did with Kurt.

This scene also gives us a moment to reflect on Kurt’s story as whole. Sue recounts everything Kurt’s been through - coming out, bullying, growing up and finding his way, and yeah Sue’s speaking for all of us here -- because she’s reminding us the importance of Kurt’s story. That it did mean something to a lot of people - and it gave a new generation of people a story to latch on to if they needed it.

To me (and for me) Kurt’s story has been one of the most powerful - and that’s not to say people can’t latch on to other things. I mean - if you really felt pull to Ryder - than you go Ryder fan! But a lot of us were here - especially in the beginning, for Kurt’s story. And Kurt - and his uniqueness represented so much of the audience through the years. It’s kind of remarkable when you take a step back and think about it.

Sue thanks him - for giving her the chance to be a part of that story - and for giving her the chance to see things in a new perspective. It’s incredibly touching. And Kurt himself is touched. It’s kind of crazy when you think that it’s a moment where the creators are able to give a voice to the fans to tell a fictional character - I’m glad you existed.

And I have to say myself - thank you Kurt Hummel. It’s been a true pleasure documenting your life over the years...

Time Capsule

And here we are - our final (real) Klaine scene of the series. Do I wish there could have been something a little more? Something that held a tiny bit more weight? Sure...

But this scene is sweet. We get confirmation that the Box Scene happened, a run down of Kurt’s greatest hits from season 1-3, Blaine looking adoringly at his husband. It’s a nice, quiet moment for the two of them to just remember and reflect and be happy that they’re past all of the high school shenanigans as they shut the door on their past.

We get our final ‘I love you’, final kiss, final hug, final time hearing the Klaine theme. And a final time for that ridiculous sweater.

And I am currently laughing and crying right now... thank you boys, it’s been a wonderful journey...

Back to New York

And... with that Kurt and Blaine are magically transported back to New York where they belong - still holding hands, fearlessly and forever.

Daydream Believers

Five years later - and Kurt and Blaine are still happily married, still lovingly holding each other’s hands.

We find out what they’ve been up to -- doing an all male showing of Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? I assume (since they are 26 at this point) that they’re still the younger couple of that play -- but it’s a hard piece about relationships, and I’m glad they decided to do perform something that would test their relationship - go boys!

In case you are wondering what else they were up to -- according to the script -- Kurt’s won an Obie award and has his own line on QVC called Hummel Brag while Blaine is a Grammy-nominated singer-songwriter who has written St. Elmo’s Fire the Musical and Trapped in an Elevator: A Love Story.

Now (semi-)celebrities, they’re invited to sing at the Harvey Milk school - where they’re considered inspirations. And while I do wish this song had been sung with Blaine’s kindergarten class or two their own child, I do understand what they’re doing here. They’re showing that a new generation of kids should feel safe being who they are and not hiding it from the world, as well as accepting the role of music (and creativity) in their lives. It’s sweet and fun and I’ll go along with it, even if it’s not everything that I wanted.

I do appreciate Kurt’s little throwbacks to the Single Ladies and Bad Romance performances from season 1.

I also think Kurt and Blaine being with the kids is a nod to the fact that they are about to become dads and that they’ll probably make great dads.

This song - though - means quiet a lot. First of all, Daydream Believer is one of my favorite songs of all time - and I’m just thrilled at the fact that Kurt and Blaine get to sing it. More so, this is the third to last song on the show, the final song sung by a couple, and the last Klaine duet that we get. And there’s a lot wrapped up in that. I mean, Kurt started out as a character not on the show - and to end with having one of the most iconic TV relationships of all time and the show full on acknowledging that by the end (I mean they are literally lying on a rainbow flag) is kind of huge.

The lyrics are incredibly fitting, too -

Cheer up, sleepy Jean, oh what can it mean To a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?

I mean, it’s a simple and sweet song - and I like that it shows what they are -- dreamers and believers and a special nod to Kurt being the Prom Queen. It’s a beautiful sentiment to end on, and I’m glad this is the final Klaine duet.

Yeah, I do wish they had sung it a little more to each other and less to the kids, but it’s fine. They sound great together and the song holds weight to their story - being a perfect one to end on.

This Time

I want to do a quick shout out to This Time - the song Darren Criss wrote for the finale. It is so touching and moving, and is amazing in its way of putting into song what it’s like to be here at the end. To cherish the feeling you had about being apart of the thing but knowing that it’s time to move on as well. Y’all know I’m not the biggest fan of Rachel solos - but this time, it’s perfect.

Alright - then we jump into our final little coda. And, you know, I know that this ending is a bit much on the happily ever after quota. But - I’m fine that they did this. The show started in some well grounded satire - but at the end, managed to be a fairy tale for all of us who are awkward and weird and didn’t fit quite in. I’m glad my favorite fictional characters are all right.

This whole ending bit does seem a little rushed - but we learn that Rachel has agreed to be a surrogate for Kurt and Blaine’s child. Fwiw - I don’t believe it’s her eggs, especially when she doesn’t seem to mention anything about co-parenting and Jesse saying he’d like to start a family of his own. She also mentions that they’ve given up a lot of their lives for her, it’s time she gives back - and I know a lot of people said this didn’t make much sense, but you know what - I believe it. So much of Kurt’s story was sacrificed at the Rachel-story alter, I’m totally cool with her carrying the kid for them.

And I know that a lot of people didn’t need or want them to have children. And that’s totally cool! I do think it makes sense for their story. I mean, it’s about these gay kids getting the traditional love story and everything that comes with that - including marriage and children. But also - Kurt’s story started out being about him and his relationship to his dad. I’m glad it kind of ends full circle being a dad himself.

While it would have been really nice if Kurt and Blaine’s last lines were to each other - and I love you at that - their last lines are in this scene and, not surprisingly, about Rachel. Ah well... Lol.

However, there was a bit more to this scene that was cut out. First of all, we learn that they’re having a daughter (yes - this is perfect to me...)

It also has Mercedes wondering who the biological father is - basically it doesn’t matter. Blaine makes a joke about whether it comes out with a bowtie or an ascot then they’ll know. Kurt explains the process, and here you go - the last scripted line for one Kurt Hummel:

Kurt: We mixed the spermies together so we’ll never know.

Yup - there ya go. We were robbed from Chris Colfer saying the word ‘spermies’. Whatever writers, lol - I love it.

Also - there’s a tiny moment as Rachel goes off, where Kurt bounces against Blaine. Idk - it’s just kind of a small, cute moment for the two of them.

There’s a line earlier in the episode where Blaine comments that Sam is right where he’s supposed to be - but it’s really the showing that the characters are right where they’re supposed to be. Rachel wins her Tony, just like she was always going to do. Kurt and Blaine get married and have a happy life together. Mercedes gets and album, Artie and Tina end up together in the background. Sue continues world domination. And Will is, well, still Will.

The point being, as we close on out - is that as these characters are living happy and good lives. High school sucks, college can suck, even adulthood can suck, but for one moment in time, they were all joined together and survived it as a group. And now, everyone is on their own path - and that’s fine. Moving on is fine. Change is fine.

But since this is a story, and a story of characters we care about deeply. This is their happily ever after.

Kurt and Blaine might not get much -- I’ll always wish they had more - but I’m grateful for what I did get. Because I love this perfectly imperfect story, and it’ll forever be deeply etched into my heart - even as change and move on to different things.

Final Bow

The Klaine moment goes by too fast to still, in case you’re wondering.

The context of this final performance is that it’s now Fall of 2020 - and the auditorium is being dedicated to Finn. Everyone’s come back for one last final bow.

I love I Lived as the final song. It’s a song about life being hard and sucking and getting hurt but reflecting and saying -- well at least I lived my life to the fullest. This, tied in with Sue’s final speech about glee club meaning something - about the arts and music and finding a place in the world meaning something, is the show’s final lesson. And as we close out - the show wants to remind us that despite the bizarre choices made throughout the show, through the ups and the downs and the questionable editing.

This show meant something to a lot of people - and for the characters, well, at least they lived.

When the show was first conceived - Kurt Hummel wasn’t even a character in the script. Eventually, he became one of the fullest - if not the most complete - character on the show. We got to see him grow up, and come out, struggle with identity and bullying and heartbreak and Rachel Berry, and become a remarkable young man - happily married with a child of his own.

It’s an amazing, amazing story - and I can’t believe I’ve now reached the end of documenting it.

This is the story about a boy who, with every broken bone, lived.

Thank you, Glee.

Thank you, Chris Colfer.

Kurt Hummel changed my life - and I’ll forever be grateful for that. <3

#finding kh #kurt hummel #i may have actually cried while writing this #i'll probably still write up a final thoughts #but for now #we're at the end

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