Scott McCall (not the werewolf) with his pretty curly hair...wearing a plaid skirt for the first time with modest shorts or some tights underneath and a cozy sweater...
He would look so cute and be so shy. I canât.
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slumber party // lance stroll
summary: when lances wife gets sick the morning of their daughters sixth birthday party, he offers to step in and play host. but of course, thatâs before he finds out that itâs a slumber party, and heâs stuck with an army of six year olds until ten am the next morning.
the party was planned down to every painstaking detail so that it was perfect
right down to the princess decorations they started putting up a day early to the disney cake that chloe was making herself
it was going to be perfect
until y/n wakes up on the morning of with a blistering headache and nausea
she thinks theyâre going to have to call off the party. sheâs in no condition to handle a group of children
until lance steps in. heâll call esteban and mick and between the three of them, they should be able to run a party without a hitch, right?
wrong.
they all arrive at the same time, and when the girls go running into the naive living room and start setting sleeping bags up under the skylight, the panic in his eyes is evident
âdid your wife not tell you it was a slumber party?â
âno, she did not.â he bites his lip, running his fingers through his hair. âbut how hard can it be, right?â
The other mother just laughs before she goes back to her car
horrible decision, really, but he leaves esteban and mick in charge while he runs upstairs to check on y/n (and get more details on the slumber part of the party)
and when he comes back downstairs, the girls are crying and one of them is hiding under the couch
âi left you alone with them for five minutes, esteban! what did you do?â
esteban looks at the floor, and mick rolls his eyes.
âsomebody thought it was a good idea to open the afternoon with scary stories.â
âesteban, theyâre six!â
âone of the girls told him he looked like the rat from flushed away and he decided the best course of action was to tell her that the house was haunted and micheal meyers would get her in her sleep.â
âthis house was built in 2017 and Iâm pretty sure nobody died here!â
he puts on an old barbie movie, and the girls calm down enough that they sit on the floor to eat party mix and gummy bears while the boys go over the game plan in the kitchen.
âwhat did you like doing when you were six?â lance asks desperately âthere has to be something!â
âkarting.â esteban shrugs.
âi cannot take ten six year olds to the karting track.â
but that gives him a different idea
which is how they end up in the simulator room trying to load Mario kart instead of the fia approved programming
which turns into an all out war between the girls
well
more like the army of six year olds against estie lance and mick
lance definitely lets his daughter win
chloe drops by dressed head to toe like a disney princess and brings the cake
scotty brings pizza
please please please imagine lance giving all these little girls princess manicures
his daughter defo makes him wear a plastic tiara
when the kids finally conk out and go to sleep around nine thirty (and esteban because heâs fucking tired), he goes upstairs to check on his wife while mick starts to clean up
sheâs curled up in bed with the dog, buried under blankets
but she could hear the laughter coming up through the floor
âthe girls are having a great time, honey.â she says sleepily, pulling him into bed with her âyou guys are doing a great job.â
âi know. but please, for the love of god, never leave me in charge of a slumber party again. also, you might need to explain to mike and my dad why a ton of six year olds were using the sim to play mario kart.â
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i should probably label this as a series or something or number them idk how to do that right now tho i'll bother with it later
MY MODS STOPPED WORKING AND I SPENT LIKE TWO TO THREE HOURS GETTING THEM TO WORK I AM SO SMART MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (i am so glad they work) (i love dressing everyone up) (it's like playing with barbies) (except i can't make leon and the merchant kiss like i could with barbies) (dammit)
YAY THE MOD WORKS
This was my reveal that the mod worked and i think it's funny, like, look at that poor dude's face. get ada-wonged, nerd.
title title title
crouch (i'm so good at labeling these images)
THE GRAPPLING HOOK IS SO FUCKING FUN DUDE
i love this outfit because it makes me feel like i'm in the last of us or something
(every day i crave tlou part ii remake) (simply to play the bonus content) (i crave it) (but alas) (i dont have a goddamn ps5) (its a sad time)
look at her looking so cool and shit ahhhhhhhhhh (i didnt care too much for ada before but this dlc is actually making me like her a lot ahhhh)
she is so COOL can i be cool toooo pleaseeeeeee
merchant time (he is gay) also the music for the typewriter goes so hard?? the music while shopping from the merchant is cool too but the save theme is actually SO GOOD. re4make normal save theme is like whatever, but it's got NOTHING on the original re4 save theme. this is like a cool blend of both and i love that.
okay i took this shot because i was like "omg yay ada and leon are in the frame together yippee! my boy!!" but now that i look at it, it looks like i was just taking a boobie shot i swear that's not what this is
hehe she's so cool girlboss slay
and here's shots of the boy again hehe hehe hehe
playing through the dlc and i'm being like "omg i know where leon is right now!! he's just over there!! ahh!!" this shit has me giggling and kicking my feet i can't with this afjdhafjweifbejibfwjuifbi
mods i used:
Valerie's Outfits - RE Resistance - Ada Wong - Glitch (Glitch5970)
Leon Long Sleeves - pakjuaan
Leon's Alternate Hairstyle - notryzer
(i also used a mod that let's you use ada mods in separate ways) (and i have a mod that keeps her hair fluffy in the main game but that doesn't really apply here, but it might be why her hair is normal and not in the braids that the mod came with) (idk) (just a guess) (i need to find out why my punsiher isnt pink >:((((( )
i literally love you glitch, so many of the mods i have come from you you are so cool for these ahhhh
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F2 Quali - Austria 2023 - James Blair commentary highlights
Nice view of mine and Clem's kitchen in the background there, I hadn't actually factored that in when I set everything up, but there you go.
Clem up in the top 10 [in practice], honourable mention. See if we can finally get it together, that'd be nice.
I threw my back out this morning [...] oh my back is absolutely giving me grief, holy heck. Fuck [...] fuck I really am struggling with my back here team, but I'll try not to move too much - oh fucking hell - I'll see if I can kind of sit straight that might be better for it [...] feels muscular, or maybe there's some plates there I've put in the wrong place like when a guest empties the dishwasher.
Novalak is at the top of the timing boards as we see it now. Stupendous, long may it continue.
Look good, feel good, go good. Oh, Christ. I need like some kind of heat pad or a theragun or something, or perhaps a healthier lifestyle.
I've taken the day off work by the way, in case anyone was worried the insurance industry was going to collapse.
They're being quite anal for lack of a better word, on the track limits here in Austria as they usually are. Very persnickety.
Alright Novalak's going to put a lap in and he's quicker than Stanek, so that's something. And we're quicker than Benevides. We're just going to count the people we're quicker than. Not Crawford. Jaky Moon, to the top of the sheets. Said that before, weyhey.
And it's Victor Martins up top, the sexy Frenchman.
"Who's your favourite indycar driver?" Marcus. Hate to say it, in some ways, but, you know. *sings love is blind* [...] correct, followed very closely by Scott Dixon. There's really almost literally nothing in it.
Anything you hear on Screaming Meals take it with a pinch of salt or assume it's not true.
I've heard a lot about this Barbie film, a lot of chat yesterday about some of my trousers which are apparently Barbie coloured. I really haven't paid much attention to it, it's unintentional, I do just like wearing pink and upsetting the pseudo-masculine lads in my workplace who are just terrifed of anything but a pair of chinos from Reiss and a Ralph Lauren oxford shirt.
"Any interest in the Ashes James?" Absolutely none.
Almost all of [Ollie Bearman's] points have come from race wins, so he's got to pull a couple of fingers out. I had a drink with him last weekend, caught up, and he showed up to a pub dressed like he was ready for an insurance conference, white polo and black chinos and smart trainers. So somebody's got him on a short leash. And he seemed very calm, very collected, very sort of relaxed. And then he had to shoot off to another do for his mates who had passed their A-levels, so made me feel like a complete paedophile.
I'm just listening to Theo Pourchaire here, who looped it actually, in practice, had a rare moment of, I don't know, dur-brain-ism.
Not to stir the pot but [the ART seat] was an option we weren't not considering, but thought better of it in the end.
Yes, I've had a hair cut this week. Which is now apparently news. Much to the relief of Ally. She was getting continuously more and more pissed off about the hair, which is about 90% of the reason why I kept it so long.
Yes, doing TikTok now. Not enjoying it, it's a bit silly, but Clem says it's really important to uphold a public image so I'm doing them, but I want to make it absolutely clear that it's against my will.
Novalak clinging on in P16, by virtue of probably a few track limits violations. Come on Clem. P10 in praccy, it's all you need again brother. Reverse grid pole, and a massive plug for the empire. That's what we want.
This is a real what I believe scientists refer to as a clusterfuck.
Somebody's run well wide there and it's Daruvala in the MP and he's totally fucked Fittipaldi's lap in doing so as well. Big old moment for Dizzle.
I love Gregoire Saucy. I've actually never met him but I think he's just got a fantastic name. [...] I'd love to get Gregoire Saucy on the pod, but you would need to put up with me calling him Gregoire Saucy every time I addressed him.
I'm not even going to talk about Trident. Not even gonna do it, don't fancy it.
Good on Victor, I love Victor, he's a really great young man [...] super hot, lovely guy.
I'll definitely be doing all of the races this weekend, on my lonesome [...] thanks for tuning in, and please don't be mean to me.
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I just got some very bad flashbacks. Earlier tonight I posted this:
at the time everything was fine but soon after a wave of dread came over me all the dread that I felt as a kid and young adult until I was in my early 30's. Because my life only started like 12 years ago.
Don't get me wrong, I have positive memories from childhood, but they are quickly replaced by so many that are bad that I don't want to think of them, but at the same time, I need them to convince myself that not everything was bad. It is hard to explain and I don't expect anyone to understand.
I was biologically born female, but I never felt entirely like one, all my interests were more likely towards boy stuff. Which was a big issue because at the time, boys and girls were more strictly separated. I was only allowed to play with boys when my brother was with me and he was already a prick when he was young. So I had often to play pretend to have friends at all. Especially since my life was very sealed-off from normal kids. (Kids from non-military personnel).
I was forced to wear dresses and little patent-leather shoes in the same color to my dresses (I still hate pastel pink). I hated it! I climbed trees with them so often until my mom gave up and dressed me in pants. I got all the new Barbie dolls from my mom which I either beheaded, or cut the hair off because I wanted to play with cars and Lego.
I had to wear my hair long, because girls do that, only boys do have short hair. My mom always escorted me to the hairdresser, that I couldn't tell them to cut my hair short, because she knew I would.
And there are so many more examples like this one that makes me hate my life.
When I was 19 I met my first love (I just left home and only left a note for my parents that I was going out) He was a drummer in a rockband. He was the one that showed me how to play the drums actually. I loved him, it took me too long to see that it wasn't the same on his part. He found it just cute how naive I was. Well I hope his balls still hurt from that hit he got.
The second relationship I had lasted 13 years, far too long I would say in hindsight. He was not abusive towards me in a physical way, but very manipulative so it took me 13 years and 3 mental breakdowns after leaving him to get a hang of myself again.
And for what? Just because I tried all those years to run away from my childhood, from those memories. From being called a female and trying to pushing me in that mold although I refused to fit in with all my might.
I'm next month 9 years in into my current relationship, I started to heal myself. Could breathe again and be myself. Only a year ago, I dared to tell friends that I felt like I'm non-binary, only 6 months ago I changed my pronouns on my socials, and only 2 months ago I told my partner because I was afraid to be cast aside. Which I know now was a fear that came from all what I have gone trough and not because my partner is an ignorant prick.
I thought often about a transition, but as of now I'm fine with just being able to be myself. Wearing the clothes I want, which are mostly hoodies and wide shirts. Although I'm more on the androgynous side, I cannot cover up my femaleness entirely because I was cursed with a big chest which no binder can make disappear.
Not long ago, Germany changed their laws towards trans/non binary citizens. I can now change my first name to something either neutral or to the other gender (which would be for me a male name), without any questions, which is actually great. A first step towards more acceptance for those of us that are different. So that we may not feel like that any longer and being allowed to be ourselves.
The punchline for this evening is: It is never too late to get your life back.
If you made it to this point, I'm sorry for the rant, but I feel somewhat better now. It seems I needed this.
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Halloween Costume Headcanons let's gooooooo!!
I shared some Halloween costume headcanons last year, so I'm doing it again :D
This year WxS is going for a group costume. It's between fairytales and a show they've all seen. They aren't 100% yet, but if they go fairytale it's either going to be Cinderella or Little Red Riding Hood. As for shows, Beetlejuice, SIX, Cats the Musical and Phantom of the Opera are all options they're considering.
Whatever they decide on, they don't get to choose what character they are. They are pulling names outta a hat and whoever you get, that's who you are. Once you get your character, it's time to start buying or making your costume.
As much as they want to do the outfit switcheroo again, this year, VBS is doing couples costume. Kohane and An are going as Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy, while Akito and Toya are going as The Flash (Wally West specifically) and Nightwing. So DC theme overall.
Saki talked the rest of Leo/need into being characters from Barbie Fairytopia. Obviously she's Elina (her favorite version to be precise, the one without wings). Shiho is Sunburst, Ichika is Nori and Honami is Lumina.
MMJ is having a costume contest for a stream they're holding on Halloween, with plans for it being a shorter stream held earlier than usual so everyone can enjoy the night doing whatever they plan on doing.
For the contest, Minori is going as an angel, Haruka is going as a basketball player, Airi is going as Minori and Shizuku is going as Romeo from Romeo and Juliet.
If they have enough time, Minori and Haruka plan on getting another couples costume this year. They're thinking about being witches this year.
Airi and Shizuku have no plans outside of the costume contest, they might do something together later on, like watch some scary movies.
Somehow, someway, Mizuki talked Kanade into dressing up as the girl from the Ring.
Ena and Mizuki are going for a couples costume again. Mizuki suggested dressing up as Airi and another MMJ idol. Ena vetoed that because she refuses to do anything remotely similar to what Akito did last year. They eventually settled on a princess and her knight.
Mafuyu suggested they should dress up as their mom. When asked why, they said that that was the first scary thing they could think of. The suggestion has been vetoed and banned.
Mafuyu, ultimately, is given a costume by Mizuki.
It's KAITO. They're KAITO. Mizuki made them a KAITO costume. No I will specify which KAITO. Just know that it's a KAITO.
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Tag Game to Better Know You
tagged by the very lovely @zozobruh thank you SO much for thinking of me <3
What book are you currently reading?
it WAS Time is a Mother, the poetry collection by Ocean Vuong, but it's currently lost on the london subway :( next on the list though is Secret History, my friend got it for me for christmas and I really wanna start!!!
whatâs your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?
I'm ngl I don't think I've been to the cinema yet this year!! But I'm very excited for Asteroid City (which I might get to see this week) and Barbie. I am becoming very unhinged about Barbie tbh-
I will say though, I REALLY wanna see Banshees of Inisherin that u mentioned in ur own post!!!
what do you usually wear?
monochrome (with the occaisional splash of red or blue), short skirt & long jacket (like the cake song), lots of jacket pins. I wore a dress on saturday that was a bit risky in terms of my dysphoria but i FUCKING LOVED IT ACTUALLY. I also adore my new barbie crop top-
how tall are you
5 foot 10-ish I think??
whatâs your star sign? do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?
I'm an aires and I have the same birthday as Nathan Fillion, Mariah Carey, Christine Sydelko from Vine & apparently a bunch of tiktok stars I've never heard of lmao
do you go by your name or a nickname?
my name, Envy. A couple of people have tried V against my will, I hate it tbh
did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?
When I was a child I did not even know I was a girl lmao. I wanted to be a rockstar and I *am* in a band though, so????
are you in a relationship? if not, who is your crush if you have one?
oh boy lmao (I'm single and mostly fine with it. I think I need to figure myself out a bit before I think too much about this one)
whatâs something youâre good at vs something youâre bad at?
I am good at playing guitar. Not great, competent. I lack the focus to really grind out the practice to break the barrier into being Really Really Good at something. So I guess I'm bad at learning??? But my actual answer to that is I'm bad at picking up on social queues/figuring out where I stand with people
dogs or cats?
I love them both, I love going to someone's house and they have a dog, but I'd personally rather live with a cat
if  you draw/write, or create in any way, whatâs your favorite  picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this  year?
A lot of what I've written this year are song lyrics that are NOT ready for anyone else's eyes lmao. You can have this little snippet from an Our Flag Means Death fic I'm working on though:
The dull Toronto sky barely seemed real as Ed stared gloomily out of his studio apartment window. The whole city felt fleeting, a hastily-painted backdrop to an imitation of life that looked as if it could start peeling away at any moment. He remembered coming here with his mother as a teenager, resenting the cityâs skyscrapers for blocking his view of home, all the friends he had to leave behind. It was childish to feel that way again, Ed thought, but he also knew he couldnât help it. Stede made him happier than heâd ever thought possible, and everything that came between them was cruel in its indifference. They hadnât arranged when to see each other again â that was normal, Ed needed to know his schedule before he could commit, and he normally called from a payphone once he had something to offer. But the wait until then didnât make it any easier.
what is something that youâd like to create content for?
I want to make a video game lmao. I started designing a top-down shooter a while ago to see how it felt and I. It activated all the special interest neurons in my brain I want to make game mechanics and spend ages making little pixel art icons bc I will get v obsessive about the art style and- but that's not really what the question was lmao. Uh. I've only recently started getting into writing fanfic and stuff, I'm writing for Our Flag Means Death right now but I had some ideas in high school for Doctor Who fics that I might dust off at some point-
whatâs something youâre currently obsessed with?
YuGiOh, our flag means death, whatever Ryan Gosling has going on right now
whatâs something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?
my year has NOT been going how i expected it to at all and some of it stings a bit, I won't lie, but that's unfair of me because things are really, really good when I get over myself and really think about it. I am happy, I'm just a little bit insane, but I'm leaving the place that is making my mental health tank in about a month so things are looking up!! and they were already good, I just!!!
whatâs a hidden talent of yours?
I am good at So Few Things, I would not hide a talent, I am trying to seem like a good hire
are you religious?
No, but I think the sense of community and catharsis and connection to something so much bigger than myself I get when I see my favourite artists at a concert is close to the feeling I think a lot of people are chasing, and can feel, when explorign their faith. I would say I'm some kind of spiritual but I think that feeling just comes from Us, not because there's something Bigger out there
whatâs something you wish to have at this moment?
A reason to leave this island Right Now I'm moving up north to be with my friend in a month and I could NOT be more excited but this is going to be the longest month of my life lmao
going to tag @school-marm-charm if u fancy sharing!! No pressure though <3
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I was thinking about my OC Mela and her POS fiancĂš Armani and then wrote this lol. It is NSFW tho a little bit so watch out.
TW: implied sexual abuse, implied drinking
Mela walks into the room and instantly spots Armani--he always was a magnet for her attention like a deer staring into the field, ears fanned out, alert for a tiger waiting in ambush. At his feet was a scale, a fancy and sleek kind with a digital face, and in his hands were a clipboard and pen. He tapped the pen on the clipboard, and when he looked at her, his eyes dropped to her abdomen, thighs, and arms. She felt like she was being scanned from head to toe, but she played it nice and wore a polite smile. She stood there, rigid and elegant like a Barbie doll with this stupid fake smile smile and dolled up face. It was almost inhumane.
"Armani, I'm happy to see you--"
"Get on the scale."
"What?"
"You missed your weekly weigh-in two weeks in a row now. Miss one more and you might as well quit dancing and join Weight Watchers just like all the other women who can't control themselves."
She hid behind her smile. It was the only thing she could do while being dehumanized. It wasn't hard; it was second nature, even if she knew exactly how awful it stung. She only wished that it would end quickly, and she could escape into her dreams.
He looked over her again, seeing her less as a human and more as cargo. "I need to make sure that you haven't gained much these last two weeks." He patted her abdomen, and she swallowed her need to scream. "But something tells me that you've gained more than just a pound. Must be all that wine you drink around me at supper. Now get on the scale."
She obeyed and felt so small under him that she might as well have been a little girl getting scolded for sneaking off with too many treats. It felt like an eternity for the scale to stop reading, but when it did, it was horror. She had gained, not a pound or two, but five, and from the way he clicked his tongue and tapped on his clipboard as he wrote, it was five very noticeable pounds.
He was right: all the wine she drank in the past two weeks to escape him only locked her in her cage and threw away the key.
"Five pounds is n-nothing, Armani. I can lose them just as easily as I gained them." Her voice was cracking. She was showing weakness that she dared not show to anyone. The steel pillars of her strength were falling apart, and he knew. He could smell it like a shark smells blood in the water from a struggling fish.
"You better believe that no one will hire you if you keep this up. No more wine, no more bread. From now on, you will eat what and when I saw you may eat. And when you're not eating, you will be working off those five pounds and then some."
She stepped off the scale and kept her gaze to the floor. She felt like a little girl getting scolded by her father all over again.
"What's the matter with you?" Armani continued, and tossed his clipboard and pen onto the counter. "You've never let yourself go like this. And believe me, you *will* be working that extra weight off, starting tonight." He closed in on her, and she fought back every instinct that screamed at her to back away. His hands roamed her arms and shoulders, and his breath wafted hints of whiskey across her face. He was drinking with his work buddies again, probably to close another deal, and that never ended well for her when he arrived home. "Take off your dress but leave everything else on."
Now she felt the need to step back burn even hotter. "Please." She used her best pleading voice, meek yet firm enough to be taken at least somewhat seriously. Yet, he was clearly drinking that night, and he always gets more pushy under the influence. "I'd much rather wait until our wedding night."
"That's what you always say."
"Well, it's the right thing to do! I can't...live knowing that I went against my family values and slept with you early."
"To hell with 'family values.' Why won't you fuck me? It's not like you'll be fucking any other man. Why wait until after the cheap ceremony?"
He wasn't hitting her yet. That was new. He couldn't be actually agreeing with her, right? She had to tread carefully. She clasped one of his hands gently, brought it to her lips, and kissed his fingers. He tasted like acid and cigarettes and made her want to vomit.
"Because it'll be worth it. Trust me. It's always more pleasurable to wait."
"Tch!"
"It's not like you have any competition! I'm yours, and that's an undeniable fact. And if you wait, I'll do anything you ask me to on our wedding night."
He leaned in close. Too close. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to die. But she did none of these things and simply waited for his next move.
"Anything?" She didn't like his threatening tone--it almost sounded as if he wanted to hurt her so bad that it would make her wish that she was dead. Or worse.
"Yes, anything." She nodded and smiled, pretending that she wasn't human.
"You better." He whispered and kissed her lips then her cheek and her neck. He seemed tired while he felt her--his hands weren't as strong as she remember when he squeezed, grabbed, and manhandled her. And when he left her to crash onto the bed, she was let off the hook.
In the bathroom and confident that he was drunk and passed out, she broke down and cried.
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Revenge party ( all the characters will sing this)
(Itâs about the triple team and the impossible threes revenge on Tiffany)
@jakkiisthatboy2
Chai: *spoken* tad. Donât be sorry. Now you finally realized what itâs like to hurt peopleâs feelings.
Chai: *spoken* if you hurt your friends feelings, then they might do the same thing to you.
Chai: *spoken* now you know that Tiffany made you like this.
Reena: *spoken* sheâs right dude.
Reena: *spoken* we are your friends.
Reena: *spoken* and weâre gonna make her pay.
Reena: You know what friends do?They got your back. And they are fun to be around.
Jessie: woah woah woah.
Minnie: When someone hurts you.Then they attack. And grind your foe into the ground
Jessie: woah woah woah
Chai: Imagine a party. With dresses and cake. And singing and dancing and cake. And there's a magic act. That saws Tiffany in half. And this time it will take
Jessie: Now that's a party
Ramirez: It's a revenge party. A party that ends. With somebody's head on a spike.
Victoria: woah woah woah.
RamĂrez and victoria: It's a revenge party. With your two best friends. It's like a party with revenge is what it's like
Chai: *spoken* tad, in order for this to work, you need to act like a huge phony. Can you do it?
Tad: *spoken* I think so.
Chai: *spoken* practice!
Blair: *spoken* Tiffany wanted me to tell you that she tried to talk to max, but he just wanted her back, and thatâs not her fault
Pickles: *spoken* Of course! đ
Jack: *spoken* perfect!
Reena: *spoken* on to phase two!
Elena: I'll bring the glow sticks.
Felice: I'll bring the 'loons, and we'll have chocolate ice cream cones.
Eep: woah woah woah
Eep: I'll be the DJ spinning the tunes on a turntable made of her bones.
Sara: We'll get a piñata 'cause that would be fun. And play dress up and Barbies and tag
Tiffany maze: And we'll roll on the grass and stare up at the sun. And we'll stuff her remains in a bag
Ramona: And throw 'em in the river.
Reena: It's a revenge party! A party that ends!
Jasmine: With entrails all over the lawn
Reena, Jasmine and Lukas: A revenge party with your two best friends!
Tad: And I end up with mummy when she's gone
Reena: yes! Ding dong!
Tad: *spoken* And I end up with mummy when she's gone
Reena: *spoken* yes ding dong.
Andrea: *spoken* um. I think I need a tutor.
Max: *spoken* I can tutor you if you want.
All: What's Tiffany doing?. What's Tiffany wearing?Is she back again? Tiffany, Tiffany. She has everything. She gets everything. Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany.
Tiffany: *spoken* what is that?
Pickles: *spoken* Uh, I'm so fat and disgusting, I'm not having anything but KĂ€lteen Bars until I lose weight.
Tiffany: *spoken* Uh, I need to lose three pounds. How many calories is that?
Pickles: *spoken* Zero, you cross multiply x over a thousand and divide by point five âcause itâs aâ
Tiffany: *spoken* Whatever, bring me a whole box. No, bring me two.
Pickles: đđ
The impossible three: A revenge party. A party that ends. With somebody crushed and alone
Jack: And ugly crying!
Max and Jack: A revenge party with your two best friends. It's like a party with revenge is what we're throwing
All: What's Tiffany eating?God, look at her figure. Did she get a little bigger? Tiffany, Tiffany. She has everything. She gets everything. Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany.
Kevin: *spoken* Six weeks and all weâve done is make Reena and Tiffany hotter and revive the wet look.
Flora: *spoken* We have to work harder. New strategy, what if we make Kenny think Tiffany is mad at him?
Snowy: *spoken* No, no, Kenny is fragile.
Flora: *spoken* Exactly, and if we crack him open, heâll spill something we can use.
Jessie: *spoken* Hey, girl, you sending any caramels this year?
Tiffany: *spoken* I don't send them, I just get them. Um, stop pulling it down, your hair looks pushed back. Jessie, would you please tell him his hair looks pushed back?
Jessie: *spoken*your hair looks pushed back.
Roger: *spoken* uh thanksâŠ
Christopher:*spoken* weâll see you later.
Ramirez: At every party, there might be a low. Where the energy dips
Victoria: woah woah woah.
Victoria: You might be thinking it's late, we should go. And they ran out of chips
Tad: NO!
Tad: I can't even watch when she touches his hair. And I've watched a snake eat a cow. Tiffany needs to be toppled. Sorry, max, I swear. We'll get our party now.
Tad: *spoken* One caramel, please
Tad:đ
The triple team: A revenge party. A party that ends. With lions in a Roman arena
The impossible three: She has everything. She gets everything. Tiffany, Tiffany Tiffany!
Victor:*spoken* oh oh! Caramel-gram for Nickolas Orlean.
All: She has everything
Victor: *spoken* and one for Kelsey swells
All: She gets everything
Jessie: *spoken* Four for Glen Coco, you go Glenn Cocoo.
All: *spoken*Glenn Cocoo, Glenn Cocoo, Glenn Cocoo
Jessie: *spoken* and none for Tiffany mordon, bye.
Tiffany: *spoken* wait who sent that?
Ying: *spoken*aw. Itâs from-
All: Mr p. Mr P. Mr. P
Ying: *spoken* Thanks for being a such a great best friend.
Tiffany: *spoken* Oh, okay. If you and the vegetable are best friends now, then you can be in charge of keeping all her secrets?
Tiffany:*spoken* Okay. For example, he gave you those notebooks just to make fun of you because he knew you wouldn't be able to write in them, sorry.
Tiffany: *spoken* Also, he says he has a nose job, but that's to distract from the fact that he had one of his ears moved.
Tiffany:*spoken* Also, she totally cheats and lies to mummy. Yeah, every Thursday she says she has college prep, but really, she's hooking up with Nickolas Orlean in the third floor janitorial closet on the bags of sawdust that they use for barf.
Tiffany: *spoken* And I never told anyone because I am such a good friend.
Ying: *spoken* And I am only telling you because I am such a good friend
Jack: đđ
Ramirez: It's a revenge party. A party that ends with somebody's head on a spike
Ramirez and Victoria: A revenge party. With your two best friends. Itâs like a party of revenge is what itâs like.
Ramirez and the other ladies: It's like a party with revenge is what itâs like
Reena: a party with revenge!
All males: revenge
All females: revenge!
All: is what it's like!!!
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week ninety-one
i had tuesday and wednesday off this week and i had a morning shift on monday so afterwards i went shopping. i needed pyjamases and i found three !!!! i wont need anymore in a while. one was just a pair of pants, one was a pink barbie set and one was a black more lingerie-esque dress. i havent tried sleeping in the dress yet.
tuesday! i was off work! i went to watch oppenheimer w my dad in the evening. it was so good omg. i really liked it and god i love cillian murphy. i also found out ss height hehe i told him how tall i was weeks ago when he asked me but i never got to find out his. ive been thinking ab it a lot bc back then he said i wasnt much shorter than him so i held my expectations low but he exceeded. i think hes a very nice height :)
wednesday was piercing day!!! i got another piercing in my lobes. i went w t and we went by bus. we talked the entire way there and then we went for breakfast at a café and then we went shopping while waiting for our piercing appointments. i had a mozzarella and pesto filled croissant at the café and it was so good but the coffee i had was extremely mid. i got a phone case from tiger and i got a pair of loafers from h&m.
the piercing hurt more than i thought it would. my first lobes, and my first piercings ever, were made w a piercing gun and the pain was quick and not even really there. i healed just fine from them so i actually wanted to do that from the beginning but nowadays thats the same price as just going to an actual piercer so yk. afterwards me and t walked round a few places trying to find a restaurant. t suggested this pasta place and we went but they only had two things on the menu at that hour so we decided to look for more places and ending up where we always end up, hesburger.
i slept the entire bus ride home.
i woke up feeling like shit on thursday. i had sensed it a bit the evening before but it was really bad in the morning so i decided to call in sick from work. it was insane, dude. i first call this girl whose like a bit of an upper employee who was at work at that hour and she doesnt answer so i message her. i give her some time to reply and when she does she told me to call the boss. i absolutely despise talking to her. everything she says is said in such a negative and mean tone and shes always hissing. literally get teary-eyed whenever i talk to her im not even kidding and shes made me cry before. anyways, i call her and i tell her ive been feeling poorly all morning and she just hangs up? so i get pissed off and send the same thing through text. she doesnt reply but i never go to work that day and no one says anything ab it.
later in the day i go to the store to go buy soda and chips. i go for a little walk afterwards and it was very nice apart from the fact that i was wearing too much. i got home and just played a bunch of gta.
saturday! i had another work shift although it was shorter. it felt way longer though which is rare for mornings. i was supposed to go to the pharmacy after work to go buy a specific nose spray but ofc i forgot. i was already pissed off but i changed out of my work clothes and dressed up a bit and it made me feel better. i wore my new loafers.
i once again forgot to go to the pharmacy and realized after i already went shopping and ordered food so it was a bit panicky considering i got ice cream from the store. it turned out fine though although going to the pharmacy w a bag of fast food is something im not planning on doing again anytime soon.
today i had work for five hours in the morning... OR SO I THOUGHT. it was 10 minutes before my shift was âendingâ when my colleague walks up and asks when i want to go on my second break. i was like âwhat? i have two?â and he was like âu have three.â and i tell him i end in ten minutes and he was like âwhat? no ur not?â and we checked and i had indeed the wrong time. in my defense it was one of the lists that the boss said might change so i just had the old shift written down in my calendar TT i had to stay for another two hours... i managed though since yk,, it kind of helped getting through the hard part which are the early mid-hours thinking i was gonna go home soon and then after realizing my shift was longer it was still just two hours but it still annoyed me a lot.
ive been talking a lot w s. i reallyreally like talking to himmm and i still dont know if were flirting or not but like im def more on the positive side. yesterday he asked me if he should shave or not which i consider a thing guys only ask if they like u so :) im probably just bullshitting that though. i think weve got something though bc we literally talk all day everyday. ah, hes so fun.
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Getaway Car
Another plot-filled Rick Flag fic from me! I might add another chapter if this goes over well so let me know your thoughts!
~2.2k words
Rated T
You're the Suicide Squad's getaway driver and you're got a serious crush on their commanding officer, Rick Flag.
You were what one might call a liability in the operation. You werenât a soldier under Amanda Wallerâs thumb, and you werenât a prisoner that she could threaten. You were purely there for the thrill at first. But you kept coming back for him. Rick Flag. The commanding officer of your dreams, a real hero. You werenât sure if you idolized him or wanted to fuck him. Maybe it was a bit of both.
But as you sat in the car and eyed up the team sprinting out of the building, you skipped to your getaway song - Brianstorm by Arctic Monkeys - and revved the engine.
âPunch it, Baby!â Harley cackled as the three prisoners (plus Rick) slammed themselves into your vehicle.
You didnât need to be told twice.
You thought it over as you narrowly evaded enemy trucks and sped down a dirt road. You were technically working for the law, so they shouldnât need a getaway car, but they always were getting themselves into tight spots so you supposed it made sense.
It was a few minutes of beating drums, wild guitar solos, and Harleyâs cackles as the playlist continued (House of the Rising Sun by the Animals came on just as you dared to slow down). You finally looked over to your right, and raised an eyebrow.
âYou doing alright, Colonel?â You took stock of the dark, wet blood covering the left side of his face and the way he was cradling his right fist.
âNever better, darlin,â he offered you a signature smirk and you gave a nod before turning back to the road. You were on a main stretch now, paved and full of other vehicles. Youâd likely lost your pursuers but it was your job to get away from them, so you kept an eye on the horizon behind you.
âHow you always seem to be in the right place at the right time blows my mind, kid,â Boomer huffed a relieved laugh from the backseat.
âThatâs sort of my job,â you replied in kind, smirking into the rearview mirror as you pulled onto the highway that would take you straight back to Belle Reve.
âYou donât talk about your job much though, I noticed,â he pushed and you rolled your eyes. You didnât talk about yourself, and you didnât talk about how you got into the getaway business.
âI like to have an air of mystery,â you caught the amused smile Rick tried to hide and brushed your hair back out of your eyes.
âWhat Iâm wonderin,â he continued as if you hadnât spoken, his accent coming through as he leaned forward through the gap between you and Rick. âIs how a pretty young thing like you got involved with a cold hearted bitch like Amanda Waller.â
You tightened your grip on the wheel (hopefully imperceptibly), and offered a light smile over to him.
âWeâve all got a past, Boomerang Man. Mine didnât land me in prison, but Iâm still here working for you weirdos,â you laughed and signaled your exit towards the Louisiana based metahuman prison.
âIâll get your story some day, sweet cheeks, youâll see,â he leaned back as you showed your identification to the guard and pulled into the penitentiary.
After you let the three prisoners off at their dropoff location (like a bunch of kindergarteners going to school), you pulled up to the employee parking area.
âYou sure youâre alright?â You were quieter this time, worriedly glancing over at Rick again now that you were alone.
âDonât you go worrying about me, pretty girl,â he pulled out all the stops with the cute pet name and the thousand megawatt smile, eyes warm and inviting. You were a goner, and you immediately dropped the subject. âIâll see you in the debrief room,â you sighed after heâd closed the door and pulled the vehicle into your spot.
Another day, another debrief with that fucking psychopath Waller.
You smoothed down your jeans and t-shirt, you might work for the (wo)man, but you werenât about to dress like a stuck up business person, or like a prison guard. You were too young for that bullshit.
âBaby,â Amanda Waller greeted you as you passed her into the meeting room. You hid your smirk, as you always did, when you took your seat. Youâd forged all of your documentation upon taking this job, knowing that you didnât want this woman knowing anything about your personal life. She didnât know your real name, hell, she might not even know that Baby was your pseudonym. You sort of felt bad that you hadnât ever told Rick your name, but you couldnât risk it.
The debrief was a mess. Youâd gotten out with the information the team went in for, but two out of the four of them were injured. Including the Colonel.
âSeems like the only person doing their job here is the fucking chauffer,â Waller spat before turning her eyes on a still-bloodied Rick Flag. âYou can do better than this,â she spoke quietly before walking out. The others emptied out, leaving you leaning back in your chair, cotton candy pink Barbieâą t-shirt nearly glowing in the fluorescent lighting.
âI think youâre going to give her an aneurysm. She doesnât know your identity and you donât follow the dress code,â Rick had his eyes closed at the end of the long table, but he somehow knew you were alone in there together. You bit your lip. So she knew âBabyâ was a pseudonym. Good to know.
âShe canât get rid of me, she needs me,â you shrugged, nonchalant, but this was the wrong answer and you knew it immediately. Youâd been working with Rick long enough to see the telltale signs of stress. Tightened shoulders, biceps bulging in his uniform, that vein struggling at his throat.
âYou should be out there living your life, Baby,â his eyes shot open, darker than youâd ever seen them. âYou shouldnât be working yourself to death for Amanda Waller. Not like me and these guys. You donât have a reason to be here,â you looked down, picking at the skull ring on your middle finger. You did have a reason. You were addicted to the feeling of being near Rick. You were obsessed with the way he spoke to you, the way he leaned in close when he was joking around with you, the way his eyes lit up when you made him laugh.
âIâm not about to tell you my life story in an audio and visually recorded meeting room,â you finally spoke, tone harsher than you intended. You stood, turned away from him and towards the door, your voice carrying as you exited. âYouâre gonna have to buy me a drink if you want to get anything out of me.â
You didnât look back to see the slack-jawed look on his face as you sauntered out of the debrief room.
You were in the deep swamp lands of Central Florida this time. Not your favorite place to be. You were blasting the air conditioning in the car as Stick Up by grandson blasted through the car stereo, your favorite angry song to listen to. This wasnât a job you wanted to be on, but you had a contract and you were making money, and you got to work with Rick again, so it was alright. But it was a new team. Harley was out of jail and Boomer was injured from a prison fight. They were the two people you normally worked with other than Rick.
You had a gut feeling that something was going to go down, but you didnât know what.
âStart the car!â one of the new members shouted and you frowned. The car was on already. But whatever, you shifted into Drive and waited for Rick and Co. to make it to the car. Only it was just the one guy. He hopped into the backseat and stared at you with wide eyes.
âWhat are you doing, get us out of here!â He was shouting but you aggressively put the car into Park.
âWhereâs Rick? Whereâs the rest of the team?â
âDude, get us out of here!â The man was clearly panicking, and you glanced over at the building the team were supposed to infiltrate, biting your lip.
âBaby, why arenât you moving?â Waller asked in your ear.
âItâs just the circus freak dude, no Rick, and no team members,â you replied calmly. âWhat are my orders?â
âGet us out!â The circus freak dude in question (you didnât bother to ask his name), was bemoaning your existence from the backseat and you snapped. You jerked the center console open and pulled out your gun, pointing it back at him.
âShut your mouth, or Iâll shut you up myself,â you put all of your fear, rage, and contempt into your glare, staring down the psycho prisoner just enough to put the fear of a woman into him, and he backed down.
âColonel Flag is alive in there, but heâs the last one. Get in there, pick him up, and get out,â you grinned, shark-like at Wallerâs voice. You could do that. You revved the engine, put the car into Drive, and hauled ass towards the building. You tuned out the moaning and wailing from the backseat and flicked the switch that activated your enhanced shields. With that in place, you drove straight towards the brick building at full speed. You could do this. You could do this. You hyped yourself up and didnât flinch when the car made impact with the wall, immediately breaking through and skidding into a large open room. You looked around, assessing the group of men with guns pointing towards a closed door. Rick must be in there. You flipped another switch, this one with a gun sticker above it, and pulled at the steering wheel to aim the guns that came out of the front of the car. When all of the men finally turned towards you, you opened fire on them.
Youâd killed for Waller before, usually by hitting people with the car, and while this was thrilling, youâd never had to actually use a gun on someone before. When they were all down, you pulled the car up, trying to ignore the crunching of bodies under the tires and opened the passenger side window.
âGet in the fucking car, Flag,â you screeched, and the door creaked the tiniest bit open. Rick peeked his head out, looked around for a hot second before locking eyes with you, and walked over before putting his ass in the passenger seat.
âI didnât know the car had a gun in it,â he muttered, scratching at the back of his neck.
âOh she has several,â the circus dude piped up from the back, and Rick side eyed you before promptly yelling at the other for leaving him behind. You took that as your cue to get the fuck out of there.
âYou havenât said anything in two hours,â Rick finally said as you entered Louisiana. Heâd been on the phone with Waller for a while and then writing his debrief up on his phone.
âIâve never shot anyone before. Itâs a tad stressful,â you didnât let on how nerve-wracking it had been to think youâd lost him, but you especially didnât let on how freaked out you were about opening fire on a group of over a dozen men. You shrugged and kept your eyes on the road. He nodded in understanding. You didnât want to talk about it. You appreciated his silence. When you finally dropped the circus dude off you had about six minutes before making it back to Rickâs dropoff.
âBaby?â He asked as you slowed down for a stop sign. You hummed in question, but he put his hand over yours, and you kept your foot on the brake as he shifted the car into park. You looked over at him, a frown on your face until he reached out and cupped your jaw with one calloused palm. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and it felt like time wasnât passing anymore.
âThank you for coming back for me,â he murmured, and damn you thought he might kiss you. He didnât, though. He tucked a stray piece of hand behind your ear, the feel of his fingertips caressing your neck made you shiver, and he smirked at the sight. It suddenly dawned on you.
He knew exactly what he did to you. He knew exactly how he was making you feel. That turned you the fuck on. He was teasing you.
âI think Iâd like to take you out for that drink tonight, darlin. Maybe youâll give me a good story. Maybe Iâll finally get your name,â he was so close to you, and god but you wanted to kiss him. But as you leaned in, he leaned back with a growing grin.
âWho knows, maybe youâll get what you want, too,â he whispered before sitting back in his seat. âIâll grab you after the debrief,â and that was him dismissing your advances until a later time. So, you put the car into Drive and pulled up to his drop off location. Luckily it had taken all day to get back to Belle Reve, so youâd only have to wait for the debrief to be over and it would be around eight at night. Youâd finally get a drink with Rick tonight. You smiled to yourself as you pulled the car into your spot. Things would be changing.
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Honey we need to talk - Steve Rodgers x little!reader
AN:///Hey this is my first fan fiction so please donât be that hard on me lmao. also i just wanted to say that this isnât a kink and I donât write any kink related stuff. PSA age regression is a coping mechanism. If you like my work please like <3 also my asks are open so feel free to ask or suggest stories if you like :)
Word Count: 2k
(Y/N) POV
The surviving Avengers were finally coming back to the tower. Life had already changed just within the hours of the blip, but (Y/N) was alone and did not know about the blip. (Y/N) had been home at the tower safe, protected, from the terror that the avengers were fighting. She knew about Thanos and how he was trying to get all the stones, but the Avengers are the most powerful superheroes ever, they have to win, right? F.R.I.D.A.Y had been keeping watch of the currently sleeping (Y/N) making sure she was okay. The Avengerâs tower was known to be soundproof to keep the bustling sound of the city outside, which is why (Y/N) hadnât been disturbed. The screams, screeches of cars, and general commotion of the people were not heard by the sleeping girl. F.R.I.D.A.Y did know what had happened when she lost contact with most of the avengers. She did not want to alarm (Y/N) since she had been extremely stressed out and with stress came her age regression. F.R.I.D.A.Y just did not want her to panic without anyone to physically console her since almost everyone she loved was gone. She would just wait till the remaining avengers arrived back to tell her what happened and so she could inevitably regress in the comfort of someoneâs arms.
(Y/N) woke up with a yawn surrounded by scattered stuffed animals and ruffled bedsheets. The first thing that she wanted to do was to check her phone to see if Bucky, Steve, or Peter texted her to check up or send a picture of them together happy and coming home. Peter was a regressor like (Y/N) and they would always play together in the toy room conveniently located next to (Y/N)âs room. But, when she tapped on their phone it would not turn on. Even the dead battery screen that would pop up if she did forget to charge her phone the night before didnât even pop up. So, she decided to ask F.R.I.D.A.Y what was wrong with the phone. âI am sorry (Y/N) I can not seem to turn on your phone, there doesnât seem to be any issue with itâ F.R.I.D.A.Y states. âWhat do you mean nothing wrong? It wonât even turn on. Ugh I guess I will have to go and get a new phone then.â (Y/N) says. That is when F.R.I.D.A.Y quickly responds âI am sorry to tell you this, but I have been advised to keep you inside for your safety.â She let out a huff and decide that she might as well get dressed. She doesnât even know when everyone will be back, but the night before Steve called and said that they would all probably be back the following day. All she wanted to do is color and play with stuffies with Peter while Steve sat in the chair in the corner of the shared playroom reading a book.
Steveâs POV
Bucky disintegrated right before his eyes. His best friend, gone, all from a snap. Thanos had disappeared and left Steve, Natasha, Wanda, and Bruce enraged, however, what could they do. The flight back was solemn and quiet. No one dared to cry in front of each other despite the trauma accumulated today, save for Nat who sat quietly crying. Steve only looked forward to seeing his favorite person, (Y/N), which he cared for most of the time due to her tendency to regress when he is with her. He did not mind at all, in fact his caring personality just made him gravitate more towards being (Y/N)âs caregiver. His brain was going a mile a minute just thinking of how to tell (Y/N) that half the population was gone, including some people she loved so much. The avengers were informed by F.R.I.D.A.Y which avenger had sadly been blipped. That only caused the already somber mood to become worse. Steve just sat there staring at the many buttons on planesâ cockpit thinking about how (Y/N) would react to the news of Peter being gone. He was her only little friend, he was always there for her when she was having a hard day and needed to regress. They were best friends, just like Bucky and I. âI think I will just tell her as an adult and then take care of her if she needs to regressâ Steve thought. They then eventually started descending onto the landing pad on top of the tower.
(Y/N)âs POV
It was now about 8 pm. You kept youself occupied by cleaning since oddly enough the usual cleaner never showed up.You thought that it was weird, but assumed that the cleaner may have had the day off or something. The T.V. was also broken, like your phone it wouldnât turn on. You could not watch the news or a movie, so you were pretty bored the whole day. You were pulled out of your boring thoughts when you heard keys enter the lock on the front door. Steve entered first looking panicked as he looked around to see if you were there, alive. You smiled at him and gave him a big hug, which caused him to hug you tighter almost as if you would disappear right before him. Immediately, you knew it was a hard mission. I mean they were gone for weeks so it had to be hard. However, He had a look on his face that you had never seen before. âHoney we need to talkâ Steve sighed. They both walked into your bedroom to talk in private. You sat down on your bed hugging your stuffed purple fluffy bunny that was won by Bucky at a fair one year. Steve got the chair by your desk and moved it to be in front of you and then sat. âSo, I am sure you are wondering what happened today?â Steve asked. âYeah kinda. I havenât heard anything since my phone is broken and the T.V. was offâ you huffed. âSweetie there really isnât a good way of putting this...â he hesitated for a second but then started talking again looking at you straight in the eyes, âSo Thanos got all the stones and snapped his finger which caused half the population to disappear.â You then started hugging your bunny as he continued to explain which avengers were gone. Tears were already starting to spill as you shut your eyes tightly. When he mentioned that peter was gone that is when you let out a loud pained cry. Steve had to hug you, to comfort his princess. He was not sure if he should have told you that a ton of people were gone, but you needed to know. If he didnât and you would have asked about Peter, it would probably cause him to burst into tears. You started to regress, he could tell because you started sobbing and rocking. He knew that he needed to comfort you better than just hugging you so he decided that distracting you might be better. âPrincess, I know you are sad about what I told you, but I just want you to know I am here for you.â Steve calmly says. âBu-But I wan Pete n buckâ (Y/N) blubbered. âI know baby, you can cry as much as you want,â He says while placing your head on his chest. Tears stain his shirt. He was tempted to cry with you, but he knew he needed to save his tears for when he was alone. Now was the time for his princess to grieve. After you crying for about twenty-five minutes Steve grabbed your paci so you could sleep. He could tell you had regressed. He placed you on your bed to lay down with your favorite bunny stuffie in your arms. Steve decided to sleep in the chair for the night just to watch over you in case you woke in the middle of the night in need of some comfort. He sat there staring at your sleeping form silently sobbing just because of all the stress of the day. It just hit him like a wave, but he eventually fell asleep. You woke up at 2 am to use the bathroom. You looked around the nightlight lit room to find Steve passed out in a chair located in the corner of the room. You slowly walked over, stuffie in hand, to wake the superhero up. You could not go to the bathroom by yourself since she was scared Thanos would be outside her door. Not even the bravest stuffie you owned could calm your fears. You poked Steveâs thigh to wake him up. Steve looked around in a panic only to see your puffy face. âHey doll, what does my little princess need?â he asks. âI need to go potty, but I scared to go alone...â You shyly stated. âThatâs okay, come on baby.â He escorts you to the bathroom and back. âUm Stevie, could you pwease cuddle me to sleep. I scared to sleep myself?â You sheepishly ask. âOf course my baby.â
The next morning
You had woken up small. You could only speak like a three-year-old. That was okay with Steve though because he loved caring for you. He carried you into the living room and went into the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee and you a sippy cup with strawberry milk with a plate of mini pancakes. He turned on your favorite Disney movie while he cooked for you. Caring for you was a needed distraction. He needed to feel like he was making a difference and obviously, the events of the previous day made him feel like all his efforts of protecting America or the Earth were all for nothing. But, taking care of you was rewarding and therapeutic. âStevie, thanks for the pancakes, dis milk is so good too!â (Y/N) exclaimed with a cute little smile. âAw, youâre so welcome, sweetie.â
5 years later
Time had passed, (Y/N) regressed more often than ever. She was rarely ever her adult self. Thankfully Steve had set up a group talk therapy session with some survivors which (Y/N) joined every time they had a meeting. She would only talk about missing Peter while hugging a stuffie she would bring. The group members never judged her though since they all had their own coping mechanisms if they had any. She was usually really shy in front of the group since mentally she was three and really did not have that much to say in front of the strangers.
Eventually, Bruce hatched an idea to bring everyone back, which caused you to be alone again. You just stayed in the playroom alone playing with barbies or watching a movie. Steve would call you from time to time to check up on you, luckily F.R.I.D.A.Y was a great caretaker and gave you your basic needs. The Avengers were now successful in bringing everyone back. Sadly, Tony had passed away though. You attended his funeral with Steve at your side. You still hadnât seen Peter yet but did not want to interrupt his grieving since Tony was his main caregiver and mentor. Tony was the only father figure he had and he was just gone. Steve decided it would be best to have you pick a stuffed animal at the store for Peter to keep during this hard time. You decided on a red bear with a gold ribbon on his neck. Steve had the red bear in his hands ready to gift to Peter, while you had a new Pink bear with a white bow around its neck that you named Poppy. Once the funeral was done Steve held your hand to walk up to Peter. He looked so small and in need of someone to care for him. Steve then spoke, âPeter, I am deeply sorry for your loss. I know how you feel and if you need (Y/N) or me, donât hesitate. (Y/N) thought that she should get you this special bear for you to give you comfort.â He handed Peter the red bear and Peter just hugged it close. Steve knew that he was going to have to take care of Peter and (Y/N) from now on, but he was ready for it. He loved you both dearly. âI hope you like the bear Peter, I thought you would like him since heâs your favorite color. See I have a pink one like yours, weâre twins!â You said trying to distract Peter. Peter rarely ever spoke when he was little, and this wasnât any different. He eventually accepted your gift with a tight hug as his tears fell on your shoulder.Â
Time skip: a couple of months
Peter eventually moved into the tower and got a room next to yours. Steve now had two regressors to take care of now, but at least he had the aid of Bucky who would just baby sit. You were currently in your room putting on one of Steves old shirts with black leggings. His shirts made you feel even smaller since it was so baggy. Steve then quietly knocked on your door for permission to come in. âYes?â you asked. Steve then opened the door and stepped in with his hand in Peters. Peter had a smile on his face for probably the first time in months. You smiled back and then turned to face Steve who obviously wanted to ask you something. âAre you little right now (Y/N) or are you big because Pete wants to play blocks with you?â Steve asks. You beam and excitedly say, âI wan play blocks! Pete can we make a town wif da blocks and cars and my dollys?â This just caused Peter to run and hug you. You two ran to the next room to play together. Storage containers were quickly opened and blocks were scattered to begin construction on the town. Steve watched you two play from the door with a smile on his face.Â
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Artist Family Values?
Everything is calm. Marinette, Alix, and Rose are playing funeral in the backyard; Felix is helping Juleka write a love note to Rose, confessing her feelings; Nathaniel is arm wrestling That and losing
Marc: Nathaniel, wonderful news. My mother is going to have a baby and she wants us to have it... Right now.
*Several hours of excruciatingly painful labor later*
Little girl: And then mommy kissed daddy, and the angel told the stork. The stork flew down from heaven and left a diamond under a leaf in the cabbage patch, and the diamond turned into a baby.
Marinette: They had sex.
*Later*
Rose: Nathaniel!
Juleka: What news?
Marinette: Nathaniel, what is it?
Nathaniel: Itâs an Artist!
The babyâs name is Kiran. He has black eyes and was born with fangs
Marinette and Alix immediately hate the baby and do everything they can to get rid of him. Guillotine, shooting him, dropping him from the roof
Marc: Mari. Alix. Why do you hate the baby?
Alix: We donât hate him. We just wanna play with him.
Marinette: Especially his head.
To keep Kira out of trouble, Marc and Nathaniel hire a nanny. Lila.
Juleka immediately hates her because of how sheâs taken a liking to Rose. Little does she know that she isnât in love with the blonde. Sheâs a black widow out for their fortune.
Noticing that Marinette and Alix are onto her, Lila makes it seem like they wanna go to summer camp so theyâre not in her way.
Nathaniel: *Disgusted* Fresh air. The scent of pine.
Chloé: Hi. I'm Chloé Bourgeois. Why are you dressed like that?
Marinette: Like what?
Chloé: Like you're going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?
Marinette: Wait.
While at camp, Marinette and Alix make enemies of the popular bratty rich kids and allies out of the outcasts (The Akuma class)
Marinette finds herself glaring at a certain boy from America who glares right back at her... Itâs Damian.
Back at the Artistsâ home, Rose finds herself falling in love with Lila, much to Julekaâs anger but no one seems to notice
Marc and Nathaniel invite them to a gothic bistro
Lila: I just can't tell. Does she like me at all?
Marc: Of course she does. She pulled out her hair at the sight of you.
Marc and Nathaniel perform the badass tango from the movie
Meanwhile at the cemetery, Lila and Rose get engaged surprisingly quickly
Rose: Good news! Iâm engaged!
Juleka: What?! *Felix pats her back for comfort*
Lila: *Shows the ring*
Marc: That ring.
Nathaniel: It was my grandmotherâs. She was burried with it.
Lila: *Holds up a shovel*
Later that night at the camp, Alix and Marinette attempt to escape with some help from Damian, but are caught by the brat campers and are forced to sing Kumbaya
Damian and Marinette find themselves becoming closerïżŒ
Damian: You know... Iâm pretty good with a knife myself.
Marinette: ... *Holds Damianâs hand*
Escape attempt #2 is a success. When they hear about the wedding, Marinette and Alix have to go and see if itâll be a train wreck. Of course, Marinette invites Damian as her plus one.
Itâs surprisingly pleasant. Everyoneâs dressed in black, the flower girl is tossing dead petals on the ground.
âI do.â âDitto.â Marinette catches the bouquet.
Damian: Now you have to get married.
Marinette: Itâs not binding.
On their honemoon, Lila attempts to kill Rose by dropping a toaster in her bath. Unfortunately for her, Rose is immune to death by electrocution
Needing a new plan and for the Artists to stay out of her way, Lila forbids Rose from seeing or speaking to em ever again.
Meanwhile at camp, Alix shoots an endangered bird!
Camp director 1: Itâs a white tailed eagle!
Camp director 2: Arenât they endangered?
Marinette: They are now
Juleka is sulking after receiving a letter from Rose, saying she canât see them ever again.
Juleka: Have I done something, said something? Why does she despise me?
Nathaniel: Rose adores you.
Juleka: I'd do anything for her. At her request, I would rip out my eyes. At her command, I would crawl on my stomach through hot coals and broken glass.
Marc: ... Youâre in love with Rose?
Back at camp, the directors announce that the campers will be performing the poorly written and quite racist play about the first Thanksgiving
Chloé will be playing Sarah Miller, the outcasts will play the Native Americans, and Marinette will be playing Pocahontas.
Marinette passes out at the announcement
Meanwhile, the Artists visit Rose and Lila at their pristine white mansion.
Juleka: So these are the gates of hell.
Lila forced them to leave, and Rose, out of fear, backs her up.
Marc: I see Lila that you have placed Rose under some strange sexual spell. I respect that. But please, may we see her?
Lila: No!
Marc: You have gone too far. You have married Rose. You have destroyed her spirit. You have taken her from us. All that I could forgive. But, Lila...
Lila: What?!
Marc: ... Pastels?
They leave, but not before Juleka curses Lila.
They try to go to the police, but they wonât take them seriously, and Nathaniel makes the following announcement
Nathaniel: I shall not submit! I shall conquer! I shall rise! My name is Nathaniel Artist, and I have seen evil! *Juleka holds up Kiran* I have seen horror! *Felix waves* I have seen the unholy maggots which feast in the dark recesses of the human soul.
Marc: Theyâre at camp.
Speaking of camp. The main 3 attempt to escape again, but are caught by the other campers and are soon forced into the Harmony Hut where theyâre forced to watch Disney Movies.
Hours without food or drinks later, and they come out looking pale and traumatized
Marinette snaps out of it and traumatizes them back by smiling
With the Artists, something horrible has happened to Kiran. He blonde and has blue eyes!
Marc: My brother!
Nathaniel: *Faints*
Juleka: *Reading from spell book* âInfant possessions. These terrifying changes are most often the result of a troubled family life.â
Marc: Rose!
Juleka: If we donât get Rose back, weâre talking dimples.
Nathaniel: Not in this house!
Juleka: He could stay this way for years. Forever. He could become... A lawyer.
Nathaniel: No!
Juleka: An orthodontist.
Marc: Juleka, please!
Juleka: ... Mayor.
Nathaniel: NOOO! TAKE ME INSTEAD!
Itâs the day of the highly offensive show that portrays Native Americans as uncivilized people.
It goes off well until Marinette flips the script.
Marinette: You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now, my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors dâoeurves. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will drive stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, âDo not trust the pilgrims, especially Sarah Miller. And for all these reasons, I have decided to scalp you, and burn your village. To. The. Ground.
The outcasts burn the camp to the ground and attack the brats while the main 3 escape in a canoe.
Meanwhile, Lila tries one last attempt at killing Rose, knowing this wonât fault. A bomb.
When it goes off while sheâs out, sheâs expecting a blonde corpse. Not Rose holding a tray of cupcakes and a warm smile
Enough is enough.
Lila: *Aims gun* I tried to make it look like an accident! I tried to give you some dignity, but, oh, no, not you!
That shows up to save the day by hitting Lila with his car and helping Rose escape back to the Artistsâ Home,
*Now for the best scene*
Marinette: I may never see you again.
Damian: I know.
Marinette: There are forces tearing us apart-- Gary, Lila, tenth grade.
Damian: I'll never forget you.
Marinette: *Touched* You won't?
Damian: You're too weird.
Marinette: We'll always have today and camp
Damian: And this. *He holds up a retainer*
Marinette: What is it?
Damian: ChloĂ©âs retainer. *Drops it to the ground* Meyn ziskeyt.
Marinette: Mi querido.
*The two kiss through the fence before pulling away and wiping their mouths*
Meanwhile, Nathanielâs lost his mind.
Nathaniel: *Lying in bed* Swing low... Sweet chariot... Coming for to carry me home.
Marc: Oh, my sister is ill and my husband is dying. Juleka, what am I gonna do?
Juleka: Well, you already have a black dress.
Rose returns, apologizes for abandoning them, reconciles with her friends
And at that moment, Marinette and Alix return from camp. They all group hug, and Juleka is about to tell Rose about her feelings for her, until...
Lila: In-laws!
Down in the dungeon, the Artists, Felix, and That are strapped into electric chairs while Lila tells them the story of her life... Through slideshow!
She burned her house down with her parents still in it because they gave her Malibu Barbie instead of Ballerina Barbie
Marc: *Disgusted* Malibu Barbie. The nightmare.
Nathaniel: The nerve.
Her first husband the heart surgeon could never make it on dates, so she committed axe murder.
Juleka: Aw, an axe. That takes me back.
Husband #2 was a Senator who wouldnât buy Lila that new, expensive car because they had to set an example. She ran him over.
Lila: So I destroyed one innocent life after another. Aren't I a human being? Don't I yearn and... ache and shop? Don't I deserve love... and jewelry?
Marc: *nods* Adios, mi querido.
Nathaniel: Zay gezunt, meyn tayer.
With some encouragement from Felix, Juleka uses her last few moments to confess to Rose
Juleka: Rose, night after night, I have desired you. I would worship every pale, lifeless limb on your body, die and kill for you, love you even after my dying breath. Rose... I love you.
Her confession leaves Rose in tears.
Rose: I love you, too.
Lila: Oh, barf! *Grabs the lever* Goodbye, everyone! Wish me luck!
Artists: Good luck.
Right as sheâs about to pull the lever, Kiran, back go normal and by some miracle drops down from the ceiling and switches the wires, making Lila electrocute herself to death
*One year later*
Juleka and Rose got married! Also, itâs Kiranâs birthday! And Damianâs invited!
Rose: And to think I might have missed all this. What was I thinking?
Marinette: Physical pleasure.
While the others are celebrating, Marinette and Damian hang out in the cemetery and talk about marriage. Which Marinette doesnât want
Damian: But what if you found a man so devoted to you, who worshipped you, that heâd be your eternal love slave?
Marinette: Iâd pity him
Damian: *Looks at Lilaâs gravestone. âFriend, Family, Killer* Damn. Lila was sick.
Marinette: She wasn't sick. She was sloppy.
Damian: What?
Marinette: If I wanted to kill my husband, I'd do it, and I wouldn't get caught.
Damian: How?
Marinette: I'd scare him to death.
Damian: *Scoffs* Sure. *As he goes to lay a flower on Lilaâs grave, her hand pops out of the ground and grabs him, making him scream.*
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May Photo Challenge!!
Our next photo challenge, #Daisies and Daffodolls, will begin on May 1st! Itâs a creative, for fun, non-competitive daily challenge for you to share pictures of your doll(s). There will be a new prompt each day, listed below to give you a month to prepare, and you can participate in as many or as few days as youâre interested in. There is no judgement whatsoever, so please share regardless of how complex your props are, and donât worry about posting a prompt late.
First of all, thank you so much to @desertdollranchâ for helping with the prompts, especially those surrounding AG birthdays and holidays, and for getting this whole photo challenge thing started back in September! And a huge thank you to @lesbianelizabethcoleâ for designing all 5 banners!
The ground rules are the same as in October and December, but Iâll reiterate them for anyone that might be new. Tag all of your prompt posts with #daisies and daffodolls - all three words, complete with spaces. This will allow us to better find and share each otherâs posts. You can organize your own posts however you want, but I recommend including the dayâs prompt somewhere for context. Also feel free to post on other social medias if you want.
This is not a competition, and there are no prizes, but it should be a lot of fun. Feel free to use any size and brand of doll that you have! American Girl is very popular on doll tumblr, but all other types are welcome as well, including both established (historical or modern) characters and OCs. This could range from 18-inch dolls to Barbies to handmade dolls or porcelain dolls or even paper dolls.
Iâll reblog this post weekly until the beginning of May, and then begin each week of May with the prompt list for that week. Please find a list of all prompts below the cut.
5/1: The first day of each photo challenge is traditionally for seasonal fashion. Does your doll have a favorite spring outfit? Is it cool and light, or are they still bundled in a sweater for the chilly mornings?
5/2: Spring is all about new beginnings. Is your doll learning a new skill or trying a new activity this spring? Or maybe they just met a new person who became important in their life?
5/3: Today is National Textiles Day. Kirstenâs friends gave her a quilt they made after she missed school to help her family. Does your doll have any clothes or other items that are handmade? If not, do they make any textile items themselves? This could be something sewn, knitted, crocheted, or quilted.
5/4: May the 4th be with you! Does your doll like Star Wars? Who is their favorite character? What about other stories? Pick a hero from any movie, show, or book that your doll loves and have them act out a scene as that character.
5/5: Friends are forever. Who are your dollâs closest friends and what do they do together? Maybe they like to play board games or go to the mall or play pretend. Or maybe your doll is planning something special for their friend.
5/6: As the weather gets warmer, itâs the perfect time to head outside. Does your doll play sports, or do they prefer casual games with their friends? Maybe they like picnics or quiet hikes through the woods.
5/7: Happy birthday, Maryellen! Maryellen often feels overlooked in her large family, and she works hard to stand out and show her unique personality. What makes your doll special and unique?
5/8: Itâs career day! What does your doll want to do when they grow up? Show them dressed up for and/or acting out their dream job.
5/9: Happy Motherâs Day! Addy and her mother escaped to freedom together, Carolineâs mother ran a shipyard, and Kirstenâs mother encouraged her not to lose heart. Does your doll have a special bond with their mother? How do they celebrate Motherâs Day? If they donât have a mother or donât have a good relationship with her, consider today a free space to show us something you really want to but that isnât included in these prompts.
5/10:Â Bugs are everywhere! We might avoid some of them, but others are welcomed. Lightning bugs, ladybugs, bumble bees, and dragonflies are a few happy spring bugs. Show your doll doing something bug-themed. They might take a net out to catch bugs or draw a picture of a bug or hold a ladybug they found. Be creative!
5/11: Parties are always fun! Is your doll going to any birthday parties or sleepovers this spring? Maybe theyâre attending a wedding or some other celebration? What are their favorite party activities?
5/12:Â Spring weather can be a relief after the cold and darkness of winter. What is the weather like where your doll is? Foggy? Rainy? Bright and sunny? Show your doll interacting with their local spring weather.
5/13: Everyone needs mentors and heroes. Who does your doll look up to? What have they learned from them or how do they honor them?
5/14: Itâs the last day of the school year. Whatâs your dollâs favorite extracurricular activity or aspect of school that theyâll miss until next fall?
5/15: Happy birthday, Luciana! Luciana loves learning about space and wants to be an astronaut and go to Mars one day. Getting to space involves studying many different things, particularly various fields of science. Show your doll doing something related to space or science.
5/16: Today is National Do Something Nice for your Neighbor Day. What does your doll do that helps others or makes the world a better place?
5/17: Letâs try something different today! If your (OC or non-AG) doll had their own American Girl-style book series, what would be the central theme? What sort of things would happen to them? Show us at least one scene from this hypothetical series.
5/18: Beaches and swimming are iconic activities as the weather gets warmer and people have more free time. Rebecca and her family went to Coney Island for a picnic. Does your doll enjoy picnics, sunbathing, or sandcastles on the beach? Maybe they like to swim for exercise or hang out at the pool with friends? (I do not recommend putting your doll in a public chlorine pool)
5/19: Happy Birthday, Kit! Growing up seeing the effects of the Great Depression on people around her, Kit is determined to report on important things happening to real people. How does your doll relate to current events? Are they involved in activism or spreading awareness? Is there an important social issue that affects them personally or that they feel is very important? Or is there something good happening in the world that they like to think about?
5/20: Spring is a great time for tea parties. Whatâs in your dollâs teacup? Maybe theyâre drinking a fancy tea, or maybe they prefer a refreshing glass of juice.
5/21: Spring is full of baby animals. Show your doll interacting with some sort of baby animal. (Safely! Please donât grab a real squirrel or bunny!)
5/22: In December we celebrated Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day. Iâd like to reprise that, but with a twist: this time, weâre headed into the future! The amount of time and what your doll finds in the future is completely up to you. What do they do while there?
5/23: Cakes and pies and ice cream, oh my! What is your dollâs favorite dessert?
5/24: There may be fewer holidays in spring than in December, but that doesnât mean thereâs nothing to celebrate! Does your doll celebrate Passover or Easter? Or maybe they prefer a more obscure spring holiday to liven things up? Show them participating in whatever celebration you like.
5/25: Yellow is the color of flowers and sunny days and ducklings. Show your doll wearing or using something yellow.
5/26: Happy birthday, Samantha! After her birthday party, Samantha hears Aunt Cornelia speak at a suffragette meeting in New York City. What is a cause that is important to your doll? Show them with a sign supporting or protesting something close to their heart. As an added challenge, use a cause unrelated to the current events prompt.
5/27: Itâs summer vacation! What are some of your dollâs favorite activities now that theyâre free from school? Alternatively, what are some of their favorite hobbies to do anytime?
5/28: Happy birthday, Cecile! For her birthday, Cecileâs brother Armand gave her a beautiful porcelain doll that looked like her. Does your doll have a favorite doll or toy?
5/29: Late spring and early summer is a great time to go on a road trip or vacation. Where is your doll traveling to, and what are they doing there? Or maybe their family chose a staycation this year - what new fun new things are they discovering close to home?
5/30: Today is National Water a Flower Day. Show your doll interacting with flowers or other plants.
5/31: What is your doll planning for this fall? What are they looking forward to when school starts again? Is a big change approaching as the seasons and leaves turn? What does the future hold for them?
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Eat the Rich*
Summary: Youâre just a girl in a bar way above your tax bracket and Ransom really doesnât care for what youâre wearing.
A/N: There are no spoilers for the movie. But, there IS... Smut. Dirty talk. Class warfare in the form of hate-fucking. 2.9k words of FILTH. I need to be exorcised for this. Thank you @evanstarffâ and @tropicalcapâ for sending me straight to hell.
The entire lounge seems to turn when you enter. Eyes slide back and forth your way, mid-conversation mouths dipping into low frowns. Amidst the old-money frat boys from Cambridge, Beacon Hill Barbie socialites, and Downtown business young bloods, youâre a flagrant contrast in ripped jeans and an old hoodie.
A favorite hoodie. An incendiary hoodie.
The kind of hoodie that is worn with pride around these West End parts. Even the group you arrive with tried to hackle you out of itâ bachelorette party decorum, they cried, will you please take that thing off?
Your cousin might be marrying Silverspoon Asswipe and stringing herself up pretty next to all his call-girl friends, but you are a Jamaica Plain girl through and through and you will not stuff yourself into a glitzy cocktail dress before this hoodie.
She waves her hand at the hostess to distract her from your outfit, rustling the satin sash over her glossy sweetheart neckline, âReservation under Prentiss; it was booked this morning?â And then a sharp look at you as if to say, you made the reservations, right?!
Duh. Your eyes respond when the hostess begins to lead your party back. You follow the tail end of the throng, veering off towards the bar; the miasma of Chanel perfume is enough to gag, and the cigar smoke is only a tiny bit better. Not like theyâd care or even notice.
âDo you have PBR?â
The bartender stutters and before you can make him any more uncomfortable, a deep voice from beside you nips it in the bud.
Broad shoulders turn until you see his face. Amused, with a single raised eyebrow, mouth just barely tilting up at one corner. Mid-thirties and extremely well-groomed. Slicked back brown hair and classic Ray Bans hang from the collar of his sweater. Too handsome for his own good with the unmistakable swagger of someone grown up filthy rich.
âSheâll have the Glenfiddich. Neat.â
Certainly smug enough to butt in like youâre old friends.
âWill she?â You ponder defiantly at the pursed lips nestled over a strong jaw.
His own thick crystal glass is easily tipped into his mouth when he takes a too-large swig. Signet rings on two left fingers glimmer, and with a low exhale bordering a growl, he hisses through his teeth, âYeah. I think you will.â
Bold blue eyes roam over your top and the statement printed there for a second before he scrutinizes your face. Then, purposefullyâand knowing that your eyes are on him-- he looks back down to the swell of your chest.
A hum of approval before he faces forward again, only giving you his side profile.
âWow,â you scoff, âDick.â
The grin that splits his mouth for a second looks angelic if angels could be full-grown men with full-grown egos to match. âClose. Itâs Ransom.â
Amber sloshes when the bartender returns, and you chance a sip because even your pride isnât stupid enough to pass on a free glass of Glenfiddich.
The whiskey bites for a second before rolling smoothly down your throat. Thereâs an inherently superior taste to these luxury drinks, but you pull a face all the same, unwilling to give him the satisfaction. Ransom chuckles, head turning just a tad as he looks to you from the corner of his eye.
âYou making a statement with that thing on, or what?â
âYouâre the one making a statement with that ladies wool scarf from Drakeâs.â
Ransom jerks to you fully now, attention snatched by your wit as he leans in, âWhereâd you come from, little girl? Not everyone walks into Carverâs dressed in rags.â
He really is a piece of work. When you tell him your neighborhood, as expected, he snorts with disdain, but his eyes fall back on you again, highly intrigued. âThereâs more to you, isnât there? My scarf, that attitude. Someone taught you a thing or two, didnât they?â
The single-malt mouthful is singing in your veins and if your confidence was thinking about simmering down for a second, itâs forgotten itself inside the furious swirl. The hand around your empty glass clutches just a tiny bit tighter.
âOh, come on,â Ransom waggles two fingers for another round, âLetâs see, Iâm thinking⊠blue-collar parents, siblings, maybe with shared rooms in your dilapidated Jamaica Plain home?â A tap of his finger to that pink bottom lip too damn pretty to be on his wretched face, he pretends to mull a thought over.
He looks you up and down, taking just enough time to where you feel violated under his gaze, âI know: Public college. Two-year community. Working a day job in Back Bay made you bitter, didnât it? Hence, statement piece.â
âAsshole,â you snap, unraveling at the seams with rage, and the bartender quickly flits away again, âFull ride to Northeastern, four years with honors. Back Bay canât fucking afford me.â
You donât know how he does it, but his derisive silence incenses you even more. He couples it with a slow flick of his tongue over teeth, flagrant staring, and the piercing blue of his eyes spotlight a trailâacross your shoulders, down your arm, jumping from your fingertip to your thigh, and then it dips between.
Every inch of your body prickles alive with reaction, so naturally, you spit, âFuck you.â
Ransomâs smile grows until it nearly looks genuine, but then the sharp points of his canines sink right into your gut.
âWhen?â
There is something ugly and incredible simmering behind his thick curtain eyelashes. A clear ocean grows stormy, sizzling like a cruel tempest rushing to life. The yellow gaussian blur from dim scone lights suddenly cast shadows over his sharp nose.
He slaps too many bills on the polished ebony and the swish of his scarf flicks over your knee when he stands. Ransom towers over you, light pink flush of inebriation and excitement growing hotter on his sculpted cheeks. He leans in, the open flaps of his overcoat falling around your shoulder, threatening to swallow you inside all his dark.
Low timbre and dusky spice goads, âPut your money where your mouth is, scholarship; that sweaterâs not all talk, is it?â
Dick!
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Big hands yank the hem up over your head for a second before something changes his mind. The heavy steel door is latched twice over and heâs pushing you into it with his imposing frame. Your skull hits the metal as his knee parts your thigh, leg shoving itself up in-between until youâre on your tip-toes, with nothing to do but land on him. The heat of it rushes all the way up to the top of your head, pouring from your mouth in a choked mewl.
Ransom rucks the top over your breasts until the words scrunch up at your collarbones and you think it must bring him some masochistic satisfaction to know their unforgiving glare:
Eat the Rich
His warning chills your spine.
âIâm gonna fuck that line from your brain. Fuck it right out.â
He yanks everything south of your waist to your ankles and pulls himself free from his pants, effortlessly tearing a condom from inside his leather wallet and slipping it on. Between the time he gets your bare ass on the counter and the sound of the rubber snap, heâs already branded a purple streak onto the side of your neck and youâre embarrassingly wet.
Your breath hitches in your throat when you see his length rising from beneath his cable-knit. Bright pink and angry, and so goddamn thick it makes you whimper. Ransom smothers it with his demanding and hungry mouth, impatient at being empty, stinging with whiskey and force. Heâs probably never waited on anything in his life and within a short fifteen minutes of meeting him, you know that to be true.
Not a care in the world is given as goosebumps break out all over your arms.
He spins you into the sink countertop and then the two of you are staring at each other in the mirrorâs reflection. His hands return to your hips with a bruising clutch and those thick fingers begin to rub the slick between your folds all over your thighs. Fucking A-- Itâs good. Idiot rich boy does have the Midas Touch.
One long leg kicks your jeans completely off, sole of his shoes stomping all over them. Heâs unforgivingly large and he knows it because everything about Ransom Drysdale is a statement: his clothes, his attitude, his dick. Thereâs a joke in here somewhere about him being the very epitome of it, but heâs glaring at you with that pretty bottom lip stretched between perfect white teeth and maybe you can forgive the fact that heâs leaving boot marks all over your jeans and bruises in the shape of fingerprints on your back.
âTell me,â he teases, slipping one finger in, the metal of his ring pressing up against your clit, âTell me youâve had it like this before.â
A slow roll of his hips against your ass, letting the weight of his cock pressed hot and tight between his body and yours. You find yourself inching higher, micro-movements attuned to his, staring but unseeing at his face, buzzing with the raw need to be clenching around more than one finger.
âNot like this, not off Glenfiddich, in Jamaica PlainâŠâ
And without thinking, because there isnât much to think about, you hiss, âOh, fuck you!â
Ransom chuckles into your ear because your voice breaks just a tad and heâs going to win this fight. Claws and teeth out sharper than knives, he bites down on your shoulder and slips in another finger. The distinct sensationsâsoft, slippery, strokes and the sting of his teethâare scrambling your brain. Â
He grips himself tight, pushes in with uncharacteristic restraint, and youâre so desperate and aching for it all you can do is push back and pray the sound you might be making isnât loud enough for everyone in the damn place to hear.
You stifle a grunt with his next languid stroke and Ransom raises an eyebrow, âWhat? You suddenly shy now?â
It might be just a restroom, but itâs one of the nicest places youâve ever been inside. Carverâs cigar roomâs private single occupancy nook and heâs usurped it to screw you senseless. As if reading your thoughts, he rolls his eyes and continues, glaring at your half-lidded reflection.
âWho gives a shit?â Then, another smirk, âIf youâre gonna scream, get my name right.â
Your belly is quivering from the pressure, holding yourself together as best you can before he takes you to pieces. The grooves in his rings cut into your skin. His hand squeezes your neck, fingers crawling up your chin to shove inside your mouth.
Like everything else heâs ever wanted in his life, heâll own this, too.
And then itâs only punishment. Ransom twists your hair around one fist, other forearm pressing like an anchor on your sternum, wrist shoved through the neckline, hand splayed open and clutching your throat and it goes nearly all the way around. The reflection of your panting mouth and bouncing breasts matching his every thrust is lewd and vile and so goddamn good.
âI bet you fuck on top, donât you, scholarship?â He releases your throat to pinch your cheeks together, tipping your head derisively, making you nod yourself stupidâawful and humiliating but it unexpectedly thrills.
âBet youâre too proud to ask.â He makes you nod again, âBet you want someone to fuck you open just like thisâall filthy and sloppyââ
And he doesnât have to make you agree that time, youâre already limp in expectation and your reflection, damn her, she nods.
Heâs still fully dressed, coat swaying to cocoon the both of you in what is probably a hundred thousand dollars. His watch, his rings, his fucking boxers. That stupid cable knit sweater.
A yelp leaks out with your orgasm- unexpected and high and quick, like a wounded animal as you tip your head back onto his shoulder. He doesnât stop, even for a second. Ransom thrusts deeper, and on the cusp of your second undoing, he licks an errant bead of sweat down the back of your neck.
âYou got one more. Yeah, thatâs rightâ one moreâ God, your pussy loves it. Squeezing me fucking good.â Heâs sick. Heâs sick and Jesus Christ, arenât you, too? âYeah. Push back on my cock. Fuck yourself with itâŠâ
He guides your fingers to your clit with his free hand and begins to rub in motions. Your eyes flutter when he breathes into your ear, âThere you go, scholarship, youâll never get dick this good againâso go ahead and be selfish. I wanna see you all fucked out, fucked stupid, coming all over my dick.â
With two fingers sluiced with your spit, Ransom crams them up next to his cock and you canât believe how he did it so easily but maybe you can. Yes, filthy and sloppy and never like youâve had before. Your hands grip the counter top so tightly the tips look white and bloodless and the strained coil inside snaps clean in two.
âFuck! Oh fuck! God!â
You slump backwards, fingertips to toes shocked tingly numb, boneless and empty of all thought, but he holds you up with ease. Ransom shushes your gasps, paws your breasts and fluttering sternum, runs his hand over your face and throat. The pinch of his fingers returns to your cheeks and he drags his other hand from inside your pussy up into to your mouth. Slick and dripping, a little rubbery from the condom, but otherwise just like yourself.
âWell, look at that. Arenât you justâŠâ
He pauses to view your blissful face, covered in a sheen layer of sweat, head resting on his shoulder, slanted just enough so that the tip of your nose brushes his jaw. A quick laugh, strangely knowing and a bit sweet or maybe youâre imagining it in your delirium, before he turns cold again.
âMake good on your slogan. Get on your fucking knees.â
His hand looks ridiculous, big and strong and wrapped around the best part of him, completely filthy with you smeared over his fist and you slide to your knees, forehead resting briefly on his knee. His pants have fallen around his ankles, boxers still midway, and youâre so exhausted you can hardly do much more than give him a light kiss to his inner thighâGod knows whyâbefore you peel the rubber off.
It lands into the toilet and you obediently stick out your tongue, still panting to catch your breath as Ransom aims toward your open throat. âThere you go,â he groans, fisting himself, âThatâs it. Donât let a single drop go to waste.â
And you donât.
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âSo,â your old mentor asks, familiar low drawl of his voice crackling with the tone of a lifelong smoker, âWhat do you think?â
A hum passes through from your end as you think about all the ways Ransom Drysdale Thrombey pulled you apart and in all the ways youâll probably think about for at least a couple of months.
âHeâs exactly who you think he is.â You rock back and forth on your feet near the curb, âDisrespectfulâŠâ Scholarship, Ransomâs voice sneers, âSelfishâŠâ Who gives a shit? âManipulative.â
Well look at that⊠arenât you just⊠And the glimmer of those big blue eyes half-crazed with lust and control, drinking in your reflection in the mirror, makes you clench up right there in the parking lot.
âYou think heâs a killer?â Blanc asks quietly.
âI donât know,â You reply, âDepends. He takes what he wants when he wants it⊠Could care less if he burns the world down with him. You divine the rest.â
Benoit Blancâs frustrated sigh is all the response you expect him to give. This case with the Thrombeys really has gotten him all twisted up. He wouldnât have called you for a favor if it didnât. Of course, when he asked you to check Ransom Drysdale Thrombey out, heâll be at Carverâs tomorrow around ten, he probably had other scenarios in mindâŠ
âWell,â he mumbles, âThanks again. These people sure are hell to be around. Give the new Prentisses my best, wonât you?â
You say your goodbyes and tuck your phone back into your pocket, shifting with a wince when the soreness between your legs throbs again. With a sigh into the dark autumn night, you shove your hands inside the center pouch of your hoodie, keeping your head low but still wary enough to find your Uber.
Ransom left you in the restroom about ten minutes ago, sitting on your haunches, still trying to remember how your lungs work. Right before the door shut, he had turned around and gave you one last smirk, pointing right at your top with glee. âHowâd I taste, baby?â
Blanc needs to be careful, not that he isnâtâ because he always is, as nutty as his brain works, he is. But Ransom is the only Thrombey youâve met and if there are ten more of them⊠Blanc would do good to watch his ass and maybe get some extra help.
A jangle disrupts the quiet when you begin to play with what youâve taken. Jagged metal edges. Heavy iconic insignia laying benignly in your palm before you tug it out.
Idiot. Good dick or not, an idiot is an idiot is an idiotâ especially his kind. Didnât even notice you slipped these right out of his coat pocket. You swing the ring around your flexed pointer in swift, angry circles, keys clanging together before your hand shuts it up.
With a hard wind of your arm back, you fling the set long into the night, satisfied when it lands behind a building some distance away.
Ransom Drysdale, you think, enthusiastic smile growing on your face as your ride pulls around the corner, have fun looking for those tonight.
Dick!
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Moirai [7]
Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 [Finale]
â Words: 6.6k
â Genres: 60% Fluff, 40% Angst, Isekai!AU
â Summary: Death is supposed to be the end. Or at least that's what you assumed when you're hit by a TRUCK. But the moment you open your eyes again, instead of being sent to the afterlife, you've become a baby. And not just any baby. You're the female villain of a video game.
     â Royal Romances Chapter 3 -Prince Route- â
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The darkness is pitch black. Itâs heavy. Comforting. Eerie. All at the same time.
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Anastasia lurks within the shadows, looking both ways with a flickering oil lamp carried in hand. She darts her head down the long corridor and when there isnât a soul in sight, she sneaks past the archway before pressing her palm against a stone brick behind a marble pillar. Thereâs a shift, gears spinning and the wall pulls back and to the side, tucking itself in.
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She enters through the hidden passageway and the wall seals itself shut again as it never opened.
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The cobblestone spiral stairs are dusty and dank without a single window. She cringes and bats her hand in front of her nose, damning him for choosing such an awful place to meet. Who knows whatâs down here!
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Ugh. A bastard son born will be a bastard life lived.Â
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No amount of effort can make someone noble if they werenât already born with it. She doesnât know why she was expecting that man to be dignified.
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âI didnât think you would come so soon.â
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The Kingâs bastard son stands at the landing of the stairs. The spiral staircase seems to descend further behind him, but she isnât curious to where it leads.
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âHmph.â She turns away, lamp still in hand, and she pulls her shawl closer to her. âI already made up my mind. I want to get rid of that orphan whore, so Iâll do whatever it takes. She dares to try to seduce my fiancĂ© when she doesnât even know her place.â
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The corner of Taehyungâs thin lips curl. âThen by all means, Iâll erase that problem for you.â
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The Dukeâs daughter turns and her eyes glimmer with intrigue.
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The man reaches into the sleeve of his cloak and hands her a tiny vial of green liquid. An emerald jewel on the cap shimmers against the dim candlelight that casts their ominous shadows on the walls.
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âItâs poison. One drop in the Empressâ tea cup and you can frame her for it. Thatâs all itâll take.â
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Anastasia smirks, a rush of air leaving her nose in satisfaction. It might be easier just to dip the tip of a dagger in and stab that wrench with it, but framing her would make Jungkook lose his trust in the girl. He wouldnât look at her twice. And sheâd be executed without the real perpetrator ever being implicated in the crime.
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She takes the vial, holding onto it carefully. Yet her eyes flicker up to Taehyungâs. âWhatâs in it for you?â
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âAll I want is the empireâs wealth.â
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     â Royal Romances Chapter 7 -Prince Route- â
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Punishment does not come in the form of her stripped title or even her head rolling away from her neck. Punishment arrives in the darkened loneliness. That loss of sanity that whisper she has failed to capture the attention of the only person she ever loved. That she failed to make him love her.
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Everything she did, it drove him away.
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Every act of love placed distance between them.
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Everything.
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Liberation comes back with the music of trumpets muffled by the stone walls. âWhatâs going on?â her voice is hoarse through her parched throat. The servant screams when her arm reaches past the bars to tug on the girlâs dress. Her eyes are bleary as she looks up at the girl. âWhy is it so noisy?â
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âT-The civil warâs over.â The girl backs away and the celebrations become more distinct with the realization. âThe villain is dead.â
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The girl withdraws into the cell and cackles rip through her lungs, resounding across the empty chambers. The servant scurries away as the knight huffs out through his nose and shakes his head. But itâs the best news sheâs received since sheâs been stowed away.Â
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That bastard son â Taehyung.Â
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He was a liar. He tried to kill her beloved Jungkook. He dared to try and replace him. But no amount of effort can make someone noble if they werenât already born with it.Â
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A bastard son born will be a bastard life lived.Â
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She may have been condemned as his accomplice â she may have been used as his pawn, too blinded by her own affections to realize. But she is mad with joy that she will not die alone.Â
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She can only hope he died a cruel and painful death.
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Anastasia cackles again.
You gasp.
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Your entire body jolts and you tear yourself up into an upright position. The covers pool in your lap, your white nightgown stuck to your back slick with cold sweat. You press your palm on your forehead, focusing on studying your heaving breath. It was just a nightmare.
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Or rather, it was scenes from the original game. The way it was supposed to be.
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It felt so real. As if you were Anastasia and those choices and decisions were the ones you made.
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The door opens and the maid entering is startled to see you already awake. âGood morning, my lady. Itâs still quite earlyâŠ.â
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Thereâs no way you can return to sleep after that. âTodayâs a busy day so Iâll get ready now.â
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The maid nods and follows after you to the vanity. âLady Devon has a lilac gown prepared for you today, my lady. The late Queen wore the same colour during the inauguration of the last Head Priestess.â
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âShouldnât everyone wear it then?â
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âOf course not.â The young servant smiles as she runs the brush through your hair. âOnly the future queen should.â
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Pft. Yeah right. Itâs a ridiculous idea that you would ever be queen. Anastasia never had the chance in any route or lifetime and you doubt you will either.
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But rather than changing the dress like you normally would, your hand tightens in your lap.
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âBring it to me then.â
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As the future Crown Princess, youâre dolled up by several maids. Your tutor paces back and forth, commanding the flurry around you on each of their actions, from a strand of your hair out of place to a loose thread sticking out. Your cheeks are powdered in a soft pink and your lips are painted in the same cherry blossom shade. You feel like a Barbie being dressed up and not in a good way. But thankfully, the dress is simple for the occasion and your hair is plainly clipped back on both sides.Â
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It isnât a ball after all where people are going to be flaunting themselves. The next two days marks the inauguration of the new priestess. Itâll be a day of celebration and then a day of solemn prayer and song at the empireâs largest cathedral.
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Aka, itâs going to be boring as hell.
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Once youâre free from outstretched hands touching your body and making sure youâre a photoshopped version of yourself without the photoshop, you head to the gardens for a breath of air. And also to escape Lady Devonâs lectures of how you should ideally behave.
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But by now, you already know what she wants to say.
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Donât chew with your mouth open. Keep your back straight. Donât back talk to your elders. Most importantly, donât speak to Taeâ
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âAnastasia!â
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The corner of your mouth tugs. âLucy.â
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You shouldnât be so happy to see the heroine of this story. Not when her existence naturally opposes yours and you purely forged a friendship for your own self-preservation.
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But somewhere along the way, you found that sheâs the only female who doesnât look at you any differently. She doesnât smile just to make you happy. She doesnât call you just because she has something to gain. Unlike so many others, you know she has no intention of using you.
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The girl doesnât have ulterior motives. Unlike you.
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âGood morning.â
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âMorning.â You meet her between the bushes of peonies on the cobblestone path. âWhat are you doing here so early? The play doesnât start for another three hours.âÂ
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âI didnât want to be late, but I guess I came earlier than expected.â Her smile is sheepish and she lifts her arm, a single white lily held in her fingertips. âI saw this on my way here. I heard it was lucky to have white lilies on the day of the Head Priestessâ inauguration ceremony, soâŠâ
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You take her gift. âThank you.â
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The petals are delicate and the fragrance is subtle enough that you lift it to tickle your nose. Itâs then and there, while youâre twirling the stem with your fingertips, that you notice a gaze upon you.
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By sheer coincidence and coincidence only, it seems like Taehyung was seeking refuge in his corner of the garden again and ran into you. The corner of his mouth lifts, distance kept yet heâs somehow close. You canât pretend that heâs not there.
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Your eyes have locked together.
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Immediately, you grab Lucyâs hand and turn to her. âYou have no one to accompany you to the Eastern Cathedral tomorrow, right?â
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âUhâŠâ
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Before she can answer, you take her to the dark-haired man and smile cordially at him. âGood morning, Your Highness.â
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âAnastasââ
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âThis is Lucienne from the House of Liza.â You drag the girl to your side and she murmurs a timid greeting to him. âIâm sure the two of you mustâve met each other a few times. She has no one to accompany her tomorrow.â
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âAnastasia.â Lucy shifts to you. Sheâs visibly uncomfortable, her brows knitted together, fingers rubbing the skirt of her dress. âItâs quite alright, I donât need anyone toââ
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âNonsense,â you interject with another friendly smile. âIt must be lonely to go by yourself. Iâll be busy with Prince Jungkook. Itâs important that you get to know others as well. You shouldnât latch onto the Prince all the time.âÂ
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Sheâs visibly taken aback at your insinuation. Itâs not like you want to be so blunt, but there has to be no room for refusal. This is the only way.
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Itâs no longer about trying to avoid the three of them. Itâs no longer about bringing Lucy and Jungkook together and remaining on the sidelines. If you want to save Taehyung too, you need to use the only person who can do so.
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Youâll find other ways to save yourself.
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But Taehyung needs her.
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Your voice remains firm. âYou should go with Taehyung.âÂ
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Lucy is the heroine of this game. Itâs possible that they can end up together instead. She can comfort Taehyung, change his mind about revenge, ease his suffering, rid his grief. Sheâs the only one who can clear the darkness stowed inside of him.
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They donât know it, but you do.
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You push her towards him. The girl stumbles from the loss of her footing and he steadies her by her shoulders.
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âS-Sorry!â
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âItâs fine,â he brushes off quickly and then turns his head, eyes boring holes in you. âWhat are you doing?â
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Taehyung holds his gaze, searching your impassive expression and the corners of your mouth pulls stiffly. âIâm just joining two people who I think really suit each other. Oh, look at the time! I should leave before Iâm late for my morning greeting to my fiancĂ©e. Iâll leave the both of you to it then.â
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You curtsy hastily and spin around to walk away.
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But Taehyung is three steps ahead of you.
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His strides are long and he overtakes you easily, stopping your form far away enough that itâs out of Lucyâs earshot. He grabs your arm, pulls you back and stares deeply into your eyes. His frown deepens.
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âIs this because of what I did that night of the feast?â he asks in a quiet murmur that makes you swallow hard. You donât want to be reminded of that. Not now. Not when youâre trying to pay back the favour of saving your life by saving his. âAnastasia, I meant everything I said that night. I meant everything that I was about to doââ
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You interrupt him, not wanting to hear anymore of it. It shouldnât be this hard.
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âItâs not that.â You stare directly into his pupils, unwavering in your gaze. âI have to go now.â
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You brush past him and donât glance over your shoulder, even when the temptation is overwhelming.
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It really shouldnât be this hard. You know the future. You know whatâs entailed in their destiny.
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But why does it seem like youâre making all the wrong choices.
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Your knuckles rap against the surface. Thereâs a muffled âcome inâ and you open the door.
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Jungkook is getting ready in front of the mirror. His cape is being pinned perfectly on his back, navy blue jacket with ribbons and golden buttons making him look like the picture perfect prince of every Disney movie. Itâs no wonder all the ladies constantly swoon when he passes.
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To you, heâs always been that doe-eyed boy afraid of ladybugs. But marrying him wouldnât be so bad. Youâre sure it would be a good marriage. At least one full of respect and mutual understanding.
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It would be better than half the marriages in the twenty-first century that ends in divorce.
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Jungkook looks at your reflection in the mirror. âAnastasia. What brings you here?â
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âI have matters to discuss, Prince Jungkook.â
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âVery well.â He looks to the attendants beside him. âPlease bring in refreshments.â
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âThereâs no need.â You quickly stop them and the man in front of you turns, visibly surprised at your rejection of sweets and tea. Itâs the main reason why you come to visit each other after all. âThisâll be quick.â
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They bow their heads and the doors shut a moment later, giving you and Jungkook privacy.
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He pinches the hem of his sleeve. âDid you get in trouble with your tutors again?â
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âJungkook.â Your voice is solemn, your expression even more serious. He looks up and the corner of his mouth falls into a straight line. He follows you to the sofa and sits across from you.
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âWhatâs the matter?â Heâs frowning, worried about your changed demeanor.
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You take a deep breath, bracing yourself. âWe should solidify our engagement as soon as possible.â
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Jungkookâs eyes widen. âW...what? Why so sudden?âÂ
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âIs it?â
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âYouâve never been interested in being queen before.â His eyes narrow in on you and his brows furrow more. âIs this about the Duke and Duchess? Are they rushing you?â
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âNo.â You shake your head. âThis is about me. Itâs about us.â
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âBut this isnât like you, Anna.â
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âWhy is it so surprising?!â Your voice is pitched and instead of anger, frantic desperation seeps in. You donât know why everyone has to make it so difficult for you. âWeâve been engaged since our childhood! Itâs only natural to move ahead. Who else are you supposed to marryâ?!â
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As the words come out of your mouth, it slaps you right back in the face: youâre falling into the same pattern as Anastasia.
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Demanding the prince to marry you. Being blunt. Curt. Upset.
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Itâs so easy. It was as if your entire life was set up to be the villainess.
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Oh god. You donât know what to do. You donât know what the answer is. You donât know what choice to make to wind down the best pathâ
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âAnna!â Jungkook calls you for the fifth time in the midst of your meltdown.
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You lift your head to find him sitting beside you, his hands firmly squeezing your shoulders. Heâs asking you if youâre alright, if you need a healer or some rest to clear your mind. Heâs saying how the two of you can talk about this later. But you donât want later. Itâs always been later.
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Making choices now for later.
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Making plans now for later.
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Everything youâve done is for later down the line and you wonder if youâll ever be able to reap the benefits or find the happiness you were so desperate to have when you died the first time.
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Now. You want someone to shoulder your burdens with right now.
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âJungkook, what ifâŠ.what if I told you I was from another world and I know the future of this world?â
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âWhat?â
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You swallow hard and meet Jungkookâs doe eyes. He searches your visage, unable to comprehend where this is coming from, where youâre going with this. âWhat if...the only way to save Taehyung is through Lucy? The only way is if they fall in love and she saves him.â
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Heâs completely lost on that. âTaehyung? What does he need saving from? Who told you he needs to fall in love with her? What?â
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Your mouth opens, but you donât know where to start, how to explain, if he would even believe you in the end. âYou just need to trust me, Jungkook. I know things you donât.â
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âI...donât understand what youâre talking about.â Thereâs a simmering pause between the pair of you and Jungkook looks carefully at your profile. Then his lips part to speak forbidden wordsâ âAre you in love with Taehyung?â
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Itâs your turn to be confused. Befuddled. Taken aback.
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And Jungkook must read the expression on his face, since he replaces your speechlessness with his own voice. âOtherwise, why would you care so much about him? Youâve never brought anyone up to me before. Not even your own parents, Anna, and I know they make things difficult for you. Iâve never seen you care about anyone else more than you care about yourself.â
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You rise to your feet in an instant and turn your back on the man.
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âThatâs impossible. Itâs impossible.â
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âWhy? I thought you always told me it was okay if we ended up falling in love with other peoplââ
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âI said it was okay if you did. Not me.â You donât get such a privilege. Jungkook is the protagonist, the hero. No matter what route it is, which way the story goes, he always wins. He will always live. But you will either die or be casted away. âItâs different.â
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Jungkook has nothing to risk. You have everything.
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âAnastasia.â
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âDonât change the subject. I came to tell you that we should move ahead with the engagement. There is no reason you should refuse, Jungkook.âÂ
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You turn and leave the room, ending the conversation there.
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He doesnât know. He makes it sound easy. But you can never be with Taehyung.
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The Crown Princeâs fiancĂ©e and the bastard son. What a pair that would be.
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As long as youâre living in this world, in this society, any relationship deeper than an acquaintanceship would bring disaster. Itâs not as simple as falling in love, calling off the engagement, eloping together far away. This isnât a fairy tale. This isnât a romance narrative.
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Itâs life. A society that scrutinizes and shames. A culture that slanders names with scandals.
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The Devereux house will fail anyway and you donât care about soiling your reputation and being outcasted. But the King would deem it treasonous. The royal familyâs reputation would be marred and ruined, and he would never accept that. He was already unhappy when Taehyung danced with you at the debutante ball, when Taehyung handed you the Huntâs prize, when Taehyung rescued you from being kidnapped. And you cannot risk your life and Taehyungâs like that any more than you already have.
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Jungkook is terribly naive if he thinks it could ever work.
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The royal court is lively with warm drums and bright flutes that echo throughout the capital.
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Famous minstrels and troubadours across the empire have come to perform for the King, having made their way through the streets in the morning for the commoners as well. He smiles in approval from his throne, the middle-aged priestess to be coordinated tomorrow seated beside him and the pair look to be enjoying the show.
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Your parents are no exceptions either, seemingly relishing in the festivities. Theyâve brought Edith and Joan in tow as part of their entourage, faces you never thought youâd miss. The former nods her head at you in silent greeting and the latter smiles, but you donât get a chance to speak to either of them. Not when your parents have kept their distance.
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It seems like the last incident has made them rethink their involvement in your affairs. And for that, youâre glad youâve been granted a little more freedom.
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Marquess, earls, counts, viscountess and barons seated around speak to one another in between performing acts, sipping on their wine as the afternoon sets into evening. Once in a while, laughter sparks through the courtyard and thunderous applause succeed performances.
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But unlike them, you canât enjoy it.
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In spite of sitting next to Jungkook and visibly smiling, the space in-between the pair of you is tense and stiff. Lucy sits a few rows down from where she is beside her father and you can tell sheâs uncomfortable with what happened earlier by her expression that never seems to ease.
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All of it would be easy to ignore. If not for Taehyungâs gaze.
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Heâs standing in the corner against the stone walls that line the courtyard, inconspicuous but not to you. A glance at a crowd and you could still pick him out in an instant. But he doesnât watch the play, doesnât watch the musical performances or the acrobatics twisting around. He looks at you. As if that alone could figure out your intentions, like he could deduct whatâs in your mind.
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You donât spare him a peek. Even when itâs difficult to resist.
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You avoid him until the very end.
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The moon is full, a perfectly round sphere thatâs golden. Like a firefly amidst the blanket of stars. It isnât brighter than the sun, but not any less beautiful.
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Taehyung stares up at the horizon and then his eyes stray to marble railings. He floats up to your balcony and his feet touch against the white, stone flooring. He wonât let you run away.
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The room is dark, but he makes out a lump in the bed thatâs turning and twisting. Taehyung knocks against the glass door and the figure freezes before it moves a moment later.
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Within a minute, the door opens and you emerge into the golden moonlight. âTaehyung? What are you doing here? Youâre not allowed to be here,â you whisper harshly, looking both ways of the castle grounds while tugging the white, laced shawl around your shoulders closer.
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âI had to come see you,â Taehyung gazes into your eyes tenderly and he leans down to capture your hand gently in his. The skirt of your nightgown flutters in the warm breeze. âI know thereâs something wrong. Did Jungkook do something? Did he say something?â
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You shake your head.
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âThen why push me away?â
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You turn from him, ripping your hand away from his grasps. âI donât know what you mean.â
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Taehyung grabs your arm and your head whirls back to him, eyes connecting. âYou know exactly what I mean.â
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âIâm engaged.â
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âTo a person you donât even love.â
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Your eyes widen and your brows furrow. âYou donât know that.â
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âI love you.âÂ
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Itâs a bold confession spoken from his lips, his deep timbre that doesnât lack any sincerity.Â
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An earnest proclamation that has your heart stuttering in your chest, your breath hitching in your throat. Your heartbeat is thunderous in your ears and something stirs in the pit of your stomach at the sorrowful expression Taehyung looks at you with. He murmurs, âI was going to take that secret to the grave, but I canât stand by and watch you like this. I love you. Be with me.âÂ
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Be with me.
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A three word plea. Whispered secretly on a full-moon night. An affection full of warmth that you never had the privilege of receiving before in your past life or this life. Until now.
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You never thought it would be like all those cheesy movies â Love Actually, Pride and Prejudice, the Notebook. But nope. Theyâre right. When you hear a love confession, when you hear someone say âI love youâ and âbe with meâ, it really does make you overwhelmingly happy.Â
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It makes you want to cry. It makes you want to hug him, kiss him, throw your arms around him and scream âyesâ. It makes you imagine the rest of your life, growing old with someone you love.
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But you stagger away from Taehyung. No.
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No. It canât be. He canât love you. No.
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You arenât Juliet. Elizabeth Bennet. Allie.
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This isnât your love story. You arenât the main character. And this most certainly wonât have a happy ending.Â
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Taehyung was never supposed to love Anastasia.Â
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This is a mistake. An accident. Repercussions to your actions.
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âDonât mistake sympathy for feelings of love.â You surprise yourself at how stern your voice sounds, never once wavering. You suppose years of growing up in the Devereux household and being put under rigorous training allowed you to control your exterior well. âI donât love you. You donât love me, Taehyung.â
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âYouâre wrong.â He steps forward, closing the distance, as firm as you are. âIâll even fight for the throne if you want. Iâll fight Jungkook if thatâs what it takes for you to be by my sideââ
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âNo!âÂ
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The scream echoes in your own ears, loud and shrill enough to bring alarm. âPlease. Donât. Donât.â
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Itâs then and there, in the throes of his reckless promises, it slams into you â the realization of how desperately you donât want to see Taehyung die.
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You donât want to witness his tragic ending. And you donât want him to do it for you.
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Taehyungâs expression is crumpled in anguish and his arm lifts, hand extending. The pad of his thumb tenderly wipes away the tear thatâs streaked down your cheek. The corner of his mouth upturns, but the sorrowful smile never reaches his eyes. âDo you hate the idea of being with me that much that youâre crying?â
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âNo...TaehyungâŠâ
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He withdraws. âIâm sorry.â
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Taehyung gazes at you and then he shuts his eyes, falling backwards off the balcony. You cry out in absolute terror and your legs lurch forward towards the railings. Your arms snap out to grab him, but your fists merely catch the passing wind.
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Heâs vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but traces of magic in the air.
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You collapse onto the floor, grasping at the banister as sobs wreck through your body. âT-Thatâs...not...i-itââ
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The matter of life or death should be simple. The choices should be easy. But you donât know why each path you choose has its own tragedy, why happiness never seems to come.
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Why canât you control your own destiny?
A wheeze tears from the bastard sonâs mouth.
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His ruined hands are wrapped around his silver staff until his bloodied knuckles have morphed white. But itâs his leverage, keeping him standing on his shaking legs. He may have lost but he refuses to collapse until his last breath has been taken. His pride wonât allow him otherwise.
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âWhy?â
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He lifts his head and locks eyes with the impassive Prince, dignified and noble. A hero to all. A brother who he never deemed as a brother. Only in blood and never truly in name.Â
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âWhy did you do this?â
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The corner of Taehyungâs mouth curls. Even on the battlefield when they are both armoured and armed with weapons â in the moment of death â Jungkook is as oblivious and ignorant as when he was a mere child.Â
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Taehyung spares a thought as to what it feels like to be that naive. He concludes it is a privilege.
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âW-hyâŠ.d..o...you...think?â
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The Forgotten Princeâs feet sinks into the mountain of brittle bones. He had to bring the dead back to life through necromancy to build an army for this war. No one would fight on his side after all. No oneâs ever wanted to fight on his side.
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But even so, he was never able to bring himself to revive his mother.
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But itâs foolish he didnât. She may have just been a marionette doll with tangled strings, a simple outer shell of a real human being, but he regrets not doing it. He shouldâve.
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Even if it was just to see her for a moment.
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But it is a regret too late. He has another wish he wants to achieve in these last moments.
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Taehyung chokes out that girlâs name.Â
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He didnât know he would have feelings for her. He was simply intrigued. Anything that belonged to his brother was always something worth envy. And he wasnât wrong. She was a pawn on the opponentâs side who turned out to be more valuable than the queen.
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âP-PleaseâŠ.â Blood curdles at the back of his throat, thickening his words into pathetic sputters. âLet me...see herâŠ.on.eâŠ.las...tâŠ.tim..eâŠâ
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âIâll never let you see her.âÂ
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The Princeâs hands tighten on the handle and he rips the sword out of his abdomen in a single motion. The sound of silver cuts sharply through the air and Taehyung drops to his bruised knees. His own blood has splattered across his visage, scarlet drenched on ashy skin.
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The Prince stands tall, the very furrow of his brows jarring against the cold, cordial expression he maintains. Itâs an expression of contempt, of hatred and indifference. His shadow looms over him, the status he was born with intrinsic in his sheer presence.Â
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âAll...I...ever..wantedâŠ.was to be you. To be...powerful...to have everything you have.âÂ
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The Forgotten Prince rests against his staff and shuts his eyes. He ponders for a mere moment if he will be able to see his mother after this. But if there is such a thing as an afterlife, itâs still unlikely that fate would grant him such peace and refuge.
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âI...d..idnât...wantâŠ.to...be...aban..donedâŠâ
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The remnants of magic surges through his veins and with a weak flick of his wrist, Taehyungâs last magic summons the girl who had occupied his thoughts. She appears in front of him, manifesting with his spell, and she screams.
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Jungkook calls out to her and they embrace. He holds her, covering her body with his arm.
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The two of them look down at Taehyung in fear and disdain.Â
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But her vicinity is enough for him. He wonders when he became this pathetic. Or if he was always this way as their villain.
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Taehyung chokes on the blood curdling at the back of his throat, but his lips upturn into a smile.Â
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He mouths her name and dies at their feet.
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Anastasia.
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You wake up with a gasp tearing from your chest. Your breath heaves out of you and tears coat your cheeks and the pillow beneath your head. Most of all, your chest fucking hurts like your heartâs about to burst. So you call for a maid at the top of your lungs and within seconds, someone scatters in.
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âMy lady?âÂ
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âWater,â you croak and she nods.
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A glass is presented in front of you within moments and you down the entire thing, able to calm yourself down once youâve finished. The maid notices your sweaty form and asks if you would like to change clothes, but you wave her off and she leaves.
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Your worst fear came to life in a nightmare.
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Instead of calling the heroineâs name, Taehyung called yours.
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The ceremony at the Eastern Cathedral is exactly like all other events and celebrations in the castle.
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Boring. Tedious. Like sitting in a lecture hall with the most unenthused professor droning on about the art of paint drying. Except you have to slap a friendly smile on you, sit straight, make small talk and pretend youâre intently listening. You wish cardboard cutouts were a thing, so you could just slap a picture of yourself in your seat instead of having to deal with it.
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But the entire ordeal keeps your mind from wandering about last night.Â
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Thereâs something about pretending that youâre fine that makes you feel fine after a while. Like youâve tricked your own self into being okay.
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Youâre even anxious once itâs over. Once the quiet has settled back in.
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Many of the guests leave, viscounts and countesses bidding their farewells from the cathedral and getting into their carriages. After youâve sent off Lady Devon and youâre free of her scrutiny, you quickly turn around to find Jungkook and get out of here.
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The last thing you want is to run into Taehyung right now. You donât know if youâll be able to manage your reactions, control your expressions.
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But on your way back, your attention is taken by an elderly priestess dressed in white robes with a cane, hobbling around. Her hands are outstretched and she bats the air. Sheâs blind.
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âExcuse me, do you need help?â
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âOh, yes, please, that would be wonderful.â She smiles and the tens of wrinkles on her face crease. The old lady reminds you of your grandma and the corner of your mouth quirks. You take her hand and place it on your arm, guiding her. âIâm usually not so clumsy but I lost my way and had to re-orientate myself. You can just bring me into the side house, it should be on the West side of the cathedral grounds.â
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You look around and spot it around the building. âItâs this way.â
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âAre you here for the ceremony?â
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âYes, I am.â
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âHow nice, Emelisse will make a fine Head Priestess. Her holy magic is quite powerful.â
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You hum and get to the smaller building within two minutes. The doors are already open, so you peek inside to see if anyoneâs there to take the old lady, but thereâs no one. âWeâre here.â
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The Priestess reaches out and grabs the door frame. She smiles and gets up the steps herself, but not before turning around. âThank you. Not many people would personally aid me in this day and age, and for that Iâm thankful.â
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âItâs not a problem.â
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Itâs been a long time since youâve been able to speak so casually to someone. But itâs relaxing to forget about your titles. You donât have to be the Crown Princeâs FiancĂ©e. The future Queen. Or the heir of the Devereux house.
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Youâre just Anastasia. Y/N. A mix of both that makes you you.
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âWould you be willing to hear an old secret in exchange for helping me?â
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âUhhhhhâŠ..â You glance over your shoulder. Thereâs no palace guards or Jungkook in sight.
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You really donât want to stick around for too long. But you remember your grandma got pretty lonely towards the end of her life and was willing to talk to door-to-door salesmen for a good hour or two until they wanted to run away and blacklist the house from their list. Bless her heart.
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You decide to indulge the old woman, so you go along with it. âSure.â
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âI once knew a woman, a kind but poor woman. She was with child,â her voice croaks and you lean in closer, realizing itâs juicy gossip and it sparks intrigue. âThe father of that unborn child wasnât very happy to know that child was coming into existence, so she, worried, came to see her fortune and her childâs on the eve of the Solar Festival.â
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The old Priestess holds the handle of her cane with both hands, placed in the middle of her body. She faces the sky, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin as she continues the story.
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âShe came to this cathedral and they told her about doom and her childâs inevitable doom. Desperate and heartbroken, she begged to find a way to deviate from such a fate. She wanted to do anything she could to change the predetermined destiny of her unborn child.â
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Your brows furrow. You begin to wonder why sheâs telling you this. âAnd?â
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âShe did a ritual of dark magic to search for a soul that would protect her son.â The old woman shakes her head. âShe defied the laws of destiny itself without knowing the pain it would cause.â
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âBut through sheer will, she broke it!â The Priestess smiles, her voice having been a murmur drawing you in. âShe found a fitting soul and that soul was sent to another dimension before this one to learn about what was to come, so that they could protect her son.â
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You stagger back. Breath caught in your throat. Blood draining from your face.
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Thereâs no way. It canât be.
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But everything aligns. It matches perfectly.
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âW-What happened next?â
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The woman hums a low note and you realize too late that sheâs the former Head Priestess, the one who had just stepped down. âIâm not quite sure what the ending to that story is since that soul wrapped in dark magic is standing right in front of me.â
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The former Head Priestess smiles gently and turns around, entering inside her abode. She leaves you standing rooted to the ground on your own as it dawns upon you â
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It was all on purpose.
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Being reborn into this world. Having memories of your past life. Being burdened with the knowledge of what fates there are, what the future holds. All along, it was to serve your purpose: to protect Taehyung.
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Your destiny was entangled with him even before this lifetime.Â
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But youâve already failed. You let his mother die. And now his own time is running out.
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You turn around. The urge to see him overwhelms your very being. You have to tell him how you really feel. Youâre not just Anastasia. Youâre Y/N. And you wonât allow the original storyline to confine your choices anymore.
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None of this was an accident. You werenât messing anything up. None of your actions, your feelings or his are wrong. Nothing was a mistake. Youâll find a way to save Taehyung, to be with him.Â
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You have to.
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In the south courtyard of the cathedral, by sheer coincidence and coincidence only, you see him there. Of all the places of these vast grounds where he could be, you still found him.
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âTaehyung!â
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You call out to him and he turns at the sound of your voice. But then your smile falls. Your feet slow. By coincidence, an arrow soars towards him, slicing through the air.
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You shout at the top of your lungs and Taehung whips his head around. The tip of the arrow freezes an inch away from his nose and clatters to the ground through his magic. But then five more arrows splits the sky and flies towards him. Taehyung dodges, stops another, but one catches him in the arm.
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He sharply inhales.Â
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A scream of his name tears from your throat.
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Taehyung winces and rips the shaft of the arrow out of his skin. He looks at the tip before throwing it away. He can feel the poison spreading in his veins, bleeding inside of his body. It inhibits his magic and before he can yell at you to get away, another arrow spirals in the horizon.
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He shuts his eyes. Taehyung feels an impact. But the pain never comes.
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His eyes shoot open, brows knitting together and his mouth draws open when he sees you.Â
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Your arms have wrapped around his body in a warm embrace, shielding him away, protecting him like you were meant to. The end of the arrow has pierced into your shoulder.Â
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But you canât feel it.
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Taehyung shouts your name and you collapse. He holds your body in his arms, cradling your head against his shoulder as he screams from the pit of his stomach for help. And you watch him through foggy eyes, a smile gracing your lips.
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Youâre glad heâs not hurt.
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Your hand slowly lifts to caress his cheek and he looks at you.
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âIâŠ.fi..nally cameâŠ.on time, Tae...hyung.â
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