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deliciousangelfestival · 5 months

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Tears In His Ferrari || Chp 4 - B.Barnes

Character: Bucky Barnes x Farmer!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, used to a life of luxury, takes on farm challenges in a bet with his father. Mud-stained Ferraris and a rustic farmhouse lead to unexpected personal growth, guided by the stern mentorship of Y/N, a farmer making his city-boy life difficult.

Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Heart-Warming.

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Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7 ,Chp 8 , Chp 9 , Chp 10 , Chp 11 , Chp 12.

Bucky continued his day, the camera capturing every step of his farm journey. "Hey, everyone! It's Bucky Barnes, and today, we're diving into the thrilling world of farm life," he exclaimed to the camera, showcasing the vast expanse of the fields and the tractor humming in the background. He shifted the camera to reveal the small puppy nestled in his lap, earning an "Aww" from his audience.

As Bucky planted the barley seeds meticulously, he shared insights about the process and his challenges. The puppy, seemingly entranced by the rustling leaves and the tractor's rhythmic hum, added charm to the vlog.

With the barley seeds successfully sown, Bucky moved on to the next task—planting potatoes. He mused to the camera, "Now, this is where having an extra pair of hands would really come in handy. Note to self: consider hiring farm help if I ever figure out how to get my bank account back."

The puppy, content in Bucky's lap, became a recurring star in the vlog, eliciting heartwarming comments from viewers. Bucky couldn't help but smile at the positive reactions and the genuine interest his audience showed in his newfound farm companion.

When lunchtime arrived, Bucky parked the tractor and headed home, pondering what to eat. The realization hit him—he couldn't cook. The luxury of having meals prepared or ordering takeout was a distant memory.

Bucky sighed, acknowledging the need to learn basic cooking skills to survive this farm adventure. He decided to keep things simple for now, opting for something that required minimal culinary finesse.

To his surprise, Bucky entered his house, and Y/N's horse was standing near the entrance gate. He couldn't help but chuckle at the unexpected sight, wondering if the horse had decided to be the official guardian of his newfound home.

As he stepped inside, the aroma of home-cooked food wafted through the air. Samantha, Y/N’s mother, placed a food container on his kitchen counter. She greeted him warmly. Bucky, still holding the camera for his vlog, smiled appreciatively.

"Hey, Bucky! We thought you might need a little help in the food department," Samantha said with a friendly tone.

Bucky chuckled, feeling a twinge of guilt. "I appreciate it, but I don't want to be a burden, getting free food all the time."

Samantha waved off his concern. "Oh, don't you worry about that. Your father has taken care of everything. It's the least we can do to help out a neighbor."

Bucky nodded, grateful for the kindness shown by his unexpected neighbors. The support from Y/N's family was becoming a comforting constant in his journey into the unknown world of farming.

Samantha continued, "You're part of this community now, Bucky. We look out for each other. Consider it a warm welcome."

With a sincere smile, Bucky thanked Samantha and decided to capture this heartwarming moment for his vlog.

But Bucky couldn't help but feel embarrassed as Samantha mentioned that his father had taken care of everything. The realization that his father had prepared not only the essentials for him but also arranged for the delicious meals brought a mix of gratitude and a hint of embarrassment.

Bucky gently put the puppy down, who had already awakened from its peaceful slumber. The little furball seemed to be adjusting well to its new surroundings.

With thoughts of taking the puppy to town for essentials and a check-up, Bucky shared his appreciation for the meal. "These are delicious. If I ever own a restaurant, I'd hire you as the chef," he complimented Samantha.

Samantha giggled at the compliment, but then she dropped a surprising revelation. "Thank you, but it wasn't me who made it. It was my daughter Y/N."

Bucky, mid-bite, raised his eyebrows in astonishment. He hadn't expected Y/N to be the culinary mastermind behind the delectable dishes. The realization caught him off guard, and for a moment, he found himself slightly choked on his food, a mixture of surprise and admiration written across his face.

As Y/N entered with a bag of dog food and a small mattress, effortlessly juggling both items, Bucky couldn't help but be impressed by her multitasking skills. She seemed to carry the weight of responsibility effortlessly, efficiently handling practical tasks.

Curious about the puppy, Y/N inquired, "Where's the dog?" Bucky pointed towards the little furball resting under the table.

Y/N gently picked up the puppy and efficiently settled it on the provided mattress. She then gave the dog milk, showcasing a caring side that caught Bucky off guard.

Observing Y/N's nurturing actions, Bucky couldn't help but appreciate her help. Despite her annoyance at being involved in his farming endeavor, she proved genuinely helpful and caring. However, the pleasant atmosphere turned unexpectedly when Y/N dropped the bomb, "Eat quickly, it looks like it's going to rain."

The news of impending rain dampened Bucky's bright mood. The unpredictable weather added a layer of challenge to his farming adventure, and the reality of rural life began to set in.

As Y/N predicted, the rain arrived, interrupting Bucky's progress on planting the crop seeds. Despite not completing the task, he found solace in the fact that the barley seeds he had managed to plant earlier would benefit from the rain, ensuring faster growth.

Feeling a sense of accomplishment, Bucky returned home to refresh himself. The puppy beside him provided a comforting companionship, making him feel less isolated in this rural setting. The soothing sound of rain outside created a calming ambiance.

Embracing the opportunity presented by the weather, Bucky delved into editing the video he had recorded throughout the day. The rhythmic patter of raindrops against the window accompanied his creative process, adding tranquility to the cozy farmhouse atmosphere.

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The next day, Bucky felt a sense of ease as the rain had ceased, and the sunrise painted the sky. He savored a homemade breakfast of bread topped with butter, mozzarella cheese, and cherry tomatoes—an extra layer of enjoyment derived from the satisfaction of preparing it himself.

His newfound companion, Archie (he gave the name last night), the adorable male puppy, happily wagged his tail as Bucky set down a bowl of milk, cooing at the joyful scene.

Interrupting this peaceful morning, a knock echoed through the farmhouse, prompting Bucky to open the door and discover who awaited on the other side.

‘Knock, knock!’

Bucky opened the door to find a teenager holding a box. The young lad greeted Bucky warmly and extended the box filled with honey.

“Hi, I'm Tobey. I live with my grandparents, and Grandma asked me to bring these to you,” he explained.

Bucky gratefully accepted the gift, acknowledging the teenager's kindness and his grandparents' thoughtfulness.

As the exchange unfolded, a distinctive sound caught their attention—Archie, the puppy, chimed in with an enthusiastic "woof," adding a touch of canine charm to the moment.

Having finished his milk, Archie toddled over to Bucky with his tiny legs.

Bucky bent down, patting Archie gently. "Hey, Archie."

Tobey observed Archie with curiosity. "He looks..."

Setting down the box, Bucky scooped up the puppy and presented him to Tobey. "His name is Archie. I'm grateful I found him on my terrace. His cuteness made me forget my exhausting day."

Tobey's eyes welled with emotion, and Bucky quickly realized that the box he had brought was likely the same one Archie had been placed in.

"I'm sorry," Tobey admitted, his voice tinged with regret. "My grandparents only allow me to have one dog."

Tobey lowered his gaze, speaking softly, "When Archie's mother gave birth, he was the weakest among his siblings. No one wanted to take him."

Bucky questioned, "Why me?"

Tobey scratched his head, explaining, "Because I saw your car. I thought, this person must be rich. I can't afford to have another dog."

As Bucky looked at the teenager, he reflected on his life, where money was never a problem. Toby, on the other hand, had to let go of something he cherished. Bucky reassured him, "It's okay. I consider Archie as part of my family now."

Tobey visibly relaxed. "Thank you, and I'm sorry."

Bucky shook his head. "It's alright."

He allowed Toby to play with Archie whenever he wanted, realizing that it was a win-win situation for both Archie and Toby.

Then Bucky asked, "Do you know how to drive a tractor?"

Toby replied confidently, "Of course. Everyone around my age can drive it."

Bucky was pleasantly surprised. He then offered Toby a job, promising to pay him for assistance. With that, Bucky found someone to help him with the farm work.

Bucky's progress in planting the seeds had become significantly faster with Toby's help. With his easygoing personality, Toby became a popular addition to the video vlogs Bucky regularly created for his followers. Viewers liked the dynamic between the two, and Toby's presence brought a fresh energy to the content.

One day, as Bucky and Toby took a break, Y/N arrived with sandwiches and iced tea. In addition to the refreshments, she handed Bucky a weathered journal book that had once belonged to the farm's former owner. Y/N explained that it was a farm journal, a crucial resource for anyone working the land.

"By the way," Y/N added casually, her eyes fixed on her phone, "you've got cow, lamb, and chicken coming in. They'll be here in two hours."

With that information dropped, she swiftly left again, leaving Bucky and Toby slightly stunned. Bucky, who had just finished planting all the crops, now found himself unprepared for the arrival of livestock.

Bucky grumbled to himself, "What a cold woman."

But Toby interjected, "Y/N is really kind, you know? She's helped my grandparents a few times. She even drove them to the hospital when they needed it. That's why I'm saving up money to buy a car."

Bucky felt a twinge in his heart hearing about Y/N's selflessness. He gave Toby a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "You're a good grandson, looking out for your family like that. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know."

As they continued their conversation, Bucky realized there was more to Y/N than he initially perceived. Her kindness extended beyond the farm and, apparently, reached out to the broader community. Bucky found himself intrigued, and perhaps a bit curious, about the woman who seemed to be more than just a neighbor.

As Bucky flipped through the pages of the journal, he couldn't help but wonder about its history. The name "Jonathan L/N" caught his eye on the first page.

Toby, munching on his sandwich beside Bucky, also glanced at the page. "My grandfather mentioned that this land used to be owned by Y/N's great-great-grandfather."

The realization hit Bucky like a ton of bricks. The farm he was now cultivating once belonged to Y/N's family. Suddenly, her distant demeanor and occasional coldness toward him made sense. The land held sentimental value, and Bucky was now the outsider entrusted with its care. It was a responsibility he hadn't fully grasped until that moment.

Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7

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imyourrjoy · 9 months

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The power held over me

Summary: A new duo arrives in jackson after being found in the snow, praying

Warnings : DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!!!!!, abusive parents, toxic religion, toxic people all around, misogyny, hitting, threats, self dought,fear , stop here if it's too much the series will just get darker

Word count : 2.6k

Paring : dark!Joel Miller x pastors daughter!afab!reader

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A/n : she's dark, very dark. This is your last waring, btw. And thanks so much to my pokie wookie bear @xoxo-honeyy for helping me revisit and figure most of it out she's amazing not only for that but also putting up with my dyslexic ass, ily pokie 💋 and give her love as well.

The cold was the worst, especially in a dress. Your dad gave you his jacket but you were still freezing despite the extra protection. The two of you had somehow ended up near a lake, Your father said he could hear a dam nearby, you didn’t know what a dam was, but apparently, it meant that people were near since it's on that means people near and we should be careful and should pray before we continue to pray that God keeps us safe for another day.

You kneeled down on the dense snow. Your legs against the snow made you feel even colder, but your father said to thank Jesus under all circumstances and not to complain in his name.

Your father started the prayer in a loud, confident voice, “Dear heavenly father, we kneel here to ask you for guidance and appreciation to ask for help as you guide us on your path and lead us to safety and not shen ways of harm, amen.”

Bringing your hands to a prayer position you continued praying hoping the cold would go away.

“Hands up”

Your eyes flew open and you saw your father being held at gunpoint, people on horses, and dogs barking. You almost screamed in fear. Were they raiders?, slavers?, or worse were they sinners?

“She said hands up.” Another voice barked at you.

You looked at your dad and put your hands up. The people looked warm physically and emotionally, you felt jealous of them, you tried to will the jealousy away but nothing was working. You repeated the prayer in your head, I am sorry, God, I am not jealous. I am grateful for your gifts. The people then started talking to one another.

“Send out the dog and make sure they're not bit”

“We can assure you we aren't. We are children of God just like you all”

The dogs barked and sniffed us. Then, a different member of the group walked up to us getting off of their horse, and they walked right up to you.

“Stand up, you poor thing, no pants in this weather.”

The brown-haired woman tied her jacket around your legs.

“Thank you,” You replied.

“Don’t touch her,” Your father stood up, but the lady just ignored him.

“Lower the guns. We should take them into town the get some real clothes,” The brown-haired woman seemed to be in charge which seemed odd, you thought men were the ones who were supposed to lead?

Town? You’d only heard stories about places like that. Your father told you that when your mother was alive before the devil took her for being a sinner, that's when you all lived in a little house near the water, a large lake more specifically.

“She is in more than enough clothes”

The lady shot your father a scathing look, “Tommy ride with him and take his backpack. I’ll take the girl.”

The man, Tommy, took your father towards his horse, and the lady took you to hers. When you started the long journey, you were in awe of the surroundings, but nothing could compare to the smell. The smell of fresh food, fire, and the snow falling you were utterly captured by it. When you see large wooden gates and lots of people with guns, you think to yourself i'll pray for them.

"Welcome to Jackson,"

She said as the gates opened, she'd never seen anything like that. it was a town where the stories were true? We rode in, and she helped me off the horse. You were a little worried you hadn't seen my Dad since he got on Tommy’s horse.

"He's fine. Tommy's just gonna show him around while I get you some clothes. What's your name?"

she gave her a smile of relief.

You gave them your name and they smiled warmly

She started walking and you followed her into a shop like building full of clothes she looked at some jeans and before she could hold them up you interrupted her,

"I can't wear pants."

She almost laughed.

"And why is that?"

"It's a sin,"

She scoffed.

"God would rather you live than freeze."

She handed me a pair of jeans``.” you were shocked someone would ever say his name like that.

"But my D-"

"Go change,"

She cut me off and looked for a top, a simple sweater. You were so scared you were gonna go to Hell if she put on these pants. You'll have to pray for hours for God to forgive you.

"You can change there, and trust me, you won't die over pants."

"it's a sin,"

"Honey, trust me, you're not gonna die,"

You took a deep breath and walked into the changing room. You wanted to cry. You were gonna die for this, burn in Hell for eternity, and be with those monsters. You took off the layers and layers of jackets and a dress. The tears started flowing as you put on the jeans. You felt like you had committed the worst crime in the world, and you started begging for forgiveness as you changed.

You started mumbling quickly under your breath, "Dear heavenly father, I am a sinner, and many have sinned by your grace. She prays for my and others' forgiveness. Have mercy on me, your faithful servant of God, according to your faith and love. "

You put on the top, “.” wiped your tears, and walked out of the changing room. When you came out, she the lady had a pink jacket.

"Here she'll keep you warm, and the color suits you."

She was right. The color did suit you.

"Thanks."

"Put it on, let's make sure it fits, and after I'll show you around town."

You put on the jacket and zipped it up. As We walked out, you kept your head low. You shouldn't look at other people if you are in the midst of sin. At least, that's what dad says. She showed me the canteen, a woodworking shop, and even a school. Then you saw my dad and the man, you ran up to them.

"Dad!"

You threw yourself at him and he caught me pulling me into a big hug

"Oh my love, it's ok. You’re safe, God has found us home at last,"

You smiled and saw Tommy go up to maria

"Dad, we need to find a place to pray."

You were so ashamed of the pants, and it seemed like my dad started getting angry.

"We will. They have a church we shall go there and pray for forgiveness and pray you won't become a monster like the rest of the sinners in the world, my love,"

Maria and Tommy walked back up to you and you're dad.

"Well, before we bring you guys to your lodging, we need to talk about the rules, and you all look parched. Let's go to the canteen and get some food?" Tommy said.

my dad nodded in agreement as we all started making our way to the canteen. The closer we got, the more the scent of freshly cooked food invaded your senses, it was so much different from the old canned beans we usually had. We walked into the canteen. It was made of beautiful wood, lights hanging from the ceiling, people giving out plates of food, and others eating it was beautiful.

"Here, I'll take the young lady to get some food. y’all can find a place to sit,"

Tommy walked me to the line of the canteen

"We have rabbit or sheep today, which would you like?"

"Sheep, rabbits are too cute to eat."

Tommy laughed and got two plates and started putting sheep on both.

"So I hear your names y/n is that correct?"

"Yes."

He started putting vegetables onto the plates.

"And your dad is a preacher or just a very devoted man of God?"

she thought that was a dumb question, he's a pastor he told me he was dressed like a pastor. it made you laugh.

"A pastor, of course,"

We moved over to get drinks for you and your father, but before Tommy could grab the pitcher of water you weren't sure what it was sense it wasn't water colored more like mud you're not sure.a girl younger than me grabbed you were more shocked she had pants you hadn't thought of it but a lot of girls here wear pants she should pray for them

"Excuse me,"

She filled up her glass as Tommy protested, “Ellie”

she smiled as she left

"Sorry about her, she's my brother's kid, she's very outgoing, let's say."

"She's fine, but I am worried about the number of women in pants I'll have in my prayers. Does this place allow sinning?or something?" Your voice was filled with concern.

He continued to fill up the cups and looked confused”." That's one way of looking at it for now. Let's just get you both fed,"

We all sat down at the table. You've never eaten so fast, and that water,which was apparently sweet tea, you think too yourself it's probably your new favorite thing. Dad kept telling me to slow down, but you couldn't. You were so hungry and happy to eat something real.

"So, Maria told me you have a multi-faith church?" Your dad asked as he finished eating and scraped the leftovers onto your plate.

Maria replied in a calming tone, "Yes and you’re a preacher, so I’m assuming you would like to have a mass of some sort, which is fine with me and with the council, but first we need to go over the rules the whole reason we came here"

At the mention of rules, you stopped eating and started listening.

"All able-bodied people over the age of 18 unless, unable to due to their health, a disability or lack of survival skills are required to patrol . We rotate every week, two people are in a group. We classify ourselves as a commune which means we all share everything, nothing belongs to just one person, we all respect one another. As well, pitch in and have jobs based on what skills we have or what we're good at. Understand?"

You noticed your dad wasn't too fond of the rules, but he both nodded in agreement.

"So how old is your daughter?" Tommy inquired.

Your dad sighed, "Around 19, we don't know specifically, but she was born about a year after the outbreak. My wife at the time had just gotten pregnant,"

You kept my head down, you missed your mom a lot, she wasn't like my dad she loved God and they taught me to love Him but she liked to tell me about my room shen the town, teach me to read and write she hated that she was a sinner as dad says she didn't believe enough you remember the verse we read for her after she died “For the wages of sin she's dead”. Dad says she wasn't devoted enough.

"Joy, how do you make a fire?"

Tommy asked me the question, and you laughed,"My dad makes those they aren't ladylike"

You doesn't know why he looked taken back. You're a woman. You're supposed to cook,look pretty for your husband and put God above all.

"Joy, you see that girl over there,"

Marshea pointed to a group of girls, including the one who took the pitcher, you nodded."How about you introduce yourself? Make some friends while Tommy and she talk to your dad."

You smiled and walked up to the girls. They all had tea and some food. They all wore pants as well. Before she could say anything a dark-hashered girl spoke

"New to Jackson?"

she nodded

"No way, hey”

The girl from earlier hit my shoulder playfully

"Well I’m Ellie welcome. To my humble abode, take a seat”, you took a seat next to her

"So how'd you find Jackson?” Ellie questions and then thinks for a second, “or did the patrolman find you?

" Well, my father and I just keep moving and, apparently, have traveled throughout. for my whole life moving looking for the place God wants us. And we saw the dam which is when my dad said we should start praying for people or a town, that’s what it’s called right?"

Ellshee immediately responded, chuckling a bit, “Gosh, aren’t you ancient.”

The girl, Ellshee, laughed louder, and it got to your head. Maybe she’s just not used to someone like you?. Maybe it's because you didn't know what town is was?. Either way, it, didn't feel good.

"Ellie, don't be mean" The gruff and slightly hoarse voice came from behind me.

You quickly turned my head to see an older man with graying hair with brown spots sprinkled throughout it, There were also prominent scars on his nose and temple, To say the least, the man looked frightening

"Oh come on"

Ellie protested but the man shushed her.

"Y’ know Ellie, she could probably teach you a thing or two, a girl like her shes a woman of God." He sent a sly wink towards you

He took a seat across from us and Ellie rolled her eyes, "Hi there hon I'm m Joel and this here is my daughter, Ellie don't mind her she's a bit rough around the edges"

"I am not"

she laughed at the little bantering and you got asked the same basic questions before Maria walked up to us,

"she see you've met Tommy's brother,” there was a slight frown on her face,

“come on it's time to see your new home"

You waved goodbye to the pasher and met up with Tommy and my dad again. We all started walking through the town , towards an a cute little house with a small porch and yellow panels.

"The heat, water, and electricity are on and Father you can't wait to see what your Sunday mass is like don't be afraid to reach out if you need anything."

Tommy gave my dad the keys and they walked away after saying goodbye for the night. The house was the same as the rest but it had some personality. It was dusty but rustic. It had two bedrooms and one bathroom, a kitchen that worked a couch, and TV that wasn't of any use but still, it was so nice everything was until my dad looked at me up and down.

"Why the pants? Is my daughter a monster, a sshenner, unfaithful to her lord"

You looked down and the floor,

"Marshea told me that she wouldn't burn and that shet was prac-"

Before you could finish your sentence my father hit me across the face

"Practical your put practicality over your lord and savor????"

Cold dread washed over your body.

"No Dad i-"

He hit me again making me fall to the floor, then he grabbed a fistful of my hasher

"Tomorrow you're getting rid of those pants, if i see them again i'll see to it that God knows of every sin that my child has committed and that my prayers for her forgiveness for her not to become those monsters were all for nothing as her love for him was fake"

You started crying once my dad let me go. He walked into one of the bedrooms while you sat there crying until finally making my way to bed.

You got on your knees and started your nightly prayers you needed to pray for myself, my Father, and God

You brought your hands together

"Dear heavenly father, thank you for your bountiful love and sacrifice. Thank you for leading me and my father to Jackson. I am sorry I have committed the sin of wearing pants. she shall never do it again. My lord, your Bible is the truth, and I am your faithful servant. I pray for my forgiveness as well as the forgiveness of the woman shen Jackson also guilty of this crime. I pray for my mother that though she's a sinner, you forgive her shen the afterlife, and may the devil have mercy on her. And lastly, I pray for my father. I pray that he stays healthy and bountiful. Praise the Lord as he watches over us in our sleep amen."

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k-rising · 1 year

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1st house

What's the 1st house?: This house is ruled by Aries and it represents our attitude towards life, our identity, our appearance, our principles, how we perceive the world, how we start things and how we approach others.

‼️ TW: sensitive topics - dr*gs, alc*h*l, family issues, power ab*se, etc.

𝐒𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people are enthusiastic, ambitious, autonomous, determined and courageous. They want to be recognized and respected for their achievements, they have high self-confidence and vitality, and are born leaders. They usually like to do sports activities to vent the excess energy they have. If the Sun makes negative aspects in the natal chart, they will be arrogant, narcissistic, tyrannical and authoritarian. They will not like to receive criticism and will want to impose their ideas at all costs. During their childhood, they may have been the favorite son/daughter or if they are only children, it is very likely that they have been spoiled a lot.

𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These individuals are sentimental, intuitive, sensitive, and emotionally impulsive. They are moody, and they like to be recognized and appreciated. They are very concerned about the opinion of others, so they should develop their self-esteem and learn not to please others all the time. They should also protect themselves from negative energies, since they absorb them easily. Negative aspects can indicate conflicts with the mother or with someone with feminine energy. The mother figure may have been present, but was absent at important moments of their lives.

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people are sociable, intelligent, curious, talkative and rational. These individuals overthink too much and also make good use of their hands. This position gives them initiative both to start projects and when it comes to communicating. It also favors them especially in their studies.

𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

They are optimistic, lucky (if Venus does not make negative aspects), sociable and balanced. Their first impression on people is usually good. They are attractive individuals who take great care of their physical appearance and they also have good taste. There is also an excessive search for pleasure and comfort with this position. These individuals may have many admirers!

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

They are impatient, straightforward and independent people. They have a lot of energy, initiative and they do not give up easily. They can get angry easily and can become quite aggressive… so they should learn to tame themselves. Negative aspects can indicate conflicts with the father or with someone with masculine energy. The father figure may have been present, but was absent at important moments of their lives.

𝐉𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people are spontaneous, charismatic, optimistic, lucky, generous and ambitious. They have a great sense of humor and are born leaders. They tend not to pay much attention to details as they pay more attention to the big picture. They also tend to gain weight regardless of what type of aspects this planet has due to the large muscle mass they possess.

𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

They are responsible, reserved, demanding, ambitious, lonely, autonomous and pessimistic. They like to be in control of everything and want to be recognized for their merits. They have a hard time being tolerant and tend to be on the defensive all the time. These people find it hard to get everything they want, so many of them have low self-esteem and often do not consider themselves physically attractive. Negative aspects may indicate power ab*se by the father, a person with masculine energy, an older person or with a person with much more power than the individual.

𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

The lives of these individuals often change unexpectedly, especially in their first years of life. They have an explosive temperament and tend to seek new experiences. These people are courageous, transparent, eccentric, restless, unpredictable, rebellious and quite selfish. They are freedom-loving and hate being told what to do.

𝐍𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people are dreamy, intuitive, sentimental, tolerant and scattered. They tend to influence others without them being aware of their influence and have high expectations of themselves. Depending on each case, negative aspects may indicate the early use of toxic substances such as dr*gs and alc*h*l.

𝐏𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

These people do not like to be controlled by anything or anyone. They have a great desire for self-realization, they are attracted to power and have a great presence. They are extremists, distrustful, domineering and persevering. You either love or hate these individuals; there is no middle ground. They could have had a very dark early life so, depending on what kind of aspects they have, they can cope with their traumas or they can have a very hard time overcoming them.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔! 　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

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What to Expect | Chapter 2

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synopsis: you get confirmation on the results of your at home test. Bradley's animosity towards Jake rolls over into a locker room brawl.

word count: 3.9k

warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, cursing, smut, mentions of infidelity, fighting, blood, Jake having a dick measuring contest with Bradley

The first time you had ever remember meeting Bradley Bradshaw, you were four years old. His mother had brought him out to North Island for a visit to his Uncle Maverick and your father. He was a bit older than you, closer to your only brother Dylan’s age than yours. Carole had brought Bradley by the house to have a nice afternoon with your mother Sarah and Maverick’s then girlfriend, Penny Benjamin.

You, your siblings and Bradley were playing out in the backyard, everything was fine until Gia decided to play a game of tag, except you were “it” the whole time, no matter who you tagged. And at four years old, it was hard to keep up with the older kids. You eventually got so frustrated, you sat down in the middle of the back yard and cried. Gia called you a cry baby, and Stephanie pushed her. Dylan threw his arms up in annoyance and went to go get a snack inside. The only one who seemed to care about you, was Bradley. He walked up to you, and held his hand out, helping you up off the ground. Bradley never treated you like Gia’s little sister, he always treated you like a friend. Which was probably why the two of you became such close friends later in life.

But in the span of your two decade long friendship, Bradley never thought he would be sitting next to you in the lobby of the OB/GYN’s office. He looked around nervously, his leg bouncing up and down rapidly. When you told him that you needed him to come with you for something, he was thinking it was another trip to Home Depot or Target. Sitting in a doctor’s office full of pregnant women was not on his bingo card.

“Why are we here again?” Bradley asked, whispering to you.

Your eyes never left the questionnaire you were filling out. Some of the questions made your brain swim trying to figure out how to answer them, “Just a check up,” You said looking at him briefly.

“And you can’t just go to the-”

“Just shut up, okay,” You snapped and Bradley held his hands up in defense. There was a beat of silence before you sighed and sat back in your chair, “I took a pregnancy test the other night and it came back positive.”

“Oh shit,” Bradley said, adjusting in his chair to sit up a bit straighter. He looked around the office, seeing if there were any prying eyes, before leaning in and asking, “You think its accurate? You think you’re. . .” He gestured vaguely to your stomach. You nodded and Bradley let out a sigh, “Oh wow, I didn’t think you were seeing some-”

“I’m not,” You answered shortly, “It’s complicated and I would really appreciate it if you didn’t give me an interrogation. I’m already expecting one from my parents when I tell them their only unmarried child is giving them their first grandchild.”

“Y/N?” A nurse called out, and you gave her a tight lipped smile, standing up from the chair, “Is your partner coming with you?” You looked over your shoulder at Bradley who was looking at you.

“It’s up to you, Bug,” Bradley said, using the nickname that your father had given you. You let out a shaky breath and nodded for him. He stood up from his chair, his body still clad in his flight suit and followed down the hall next to you.

You had been in a gynecologist exam room before. You always found them cold and uninviting. And now, more than ever you wished you could be anywhere in the world, but in this exam room. The nurse took your vitals and explained what they were going to do at this exam. She instructed you to go take a urine sample, and then they were going to take some blood to run more tests. Bradley held your hand as you winced when the nurse took your blood, and you kicked him for making a comment about how will you handle childbirth if you couldn’t handle a needle prick.

“Alright, Doctor Miller will be in soon with results,” The nurse said and you nodded, “I recommend you start drinking some water for the ultrasound.”

You shivered as the nurse left, sending you a smile and shutting the door behind her. Bradley handed you your water bottle from your purse, a shy smile on his features.

“If you have to go back to work, you can leave,” You said, sipping your water, “I bet there’s more important things you’d rather be doing than sitting here.”

“Not really,” Bradley said, sighing and putting his hands behind his head, “It’s just day one, and Bagman can handle it, it’s the least he can fucking do.” You scowled at the mention of your ex-boyfriend and Bradley laughed, “He came to the Hard Deck the other night. Showed up in his uniform like he’s something special. God, I can’t stand him.”

“You two are team leaders now, you need to get along, no matter how you feel about him,” You said and looked down at your lap. Bradley’s eyebrows furrowed as he looked at you. He knew you long enough to be able to know all the tells of your body language. He could tell when you were angry, or upset, or overwhelmed.

“You’re hiding something,” Bradley said, leaning his elbows onto his knees, “What are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding anything,” You said quickly. Bradley opened his mouth to argue when a woman with light brown hair wearing pink scrubs walked in. She smiled at Bradley and walked to you, hand extending in greeting.

“I’m Doctor Miller, I’m your obstetrician,” She introduced herself, “And you must be Y/N.”

“I am,” You nodded.

“Well, Y/N,” Doctor Miller took a seat on a stool across the room from you, “As you suspected, the urine and blood tests came back showing elevated hCG, which means, you are in fact, pregnant.”

“Oh my god,” You said, covering your mouth with your hand.

“The ultrasound will confirm how far along you are, and we can estimate your due date from that,” Doctor Miller announced, “I’m going to have you lay back, pull your shirt up below your breasts and pull your skirt down just below your naval please.”

You nodded and did what she said. Bradley shifted in his spot, his brown eyes going from your bare skin to the ultrasound machine.

“Alright, this gel is going to be cold,” Doctor Miller said, squirting the cold gel on your belly. You lurched a bit in your spot, and looked at Bradley.

He could feel the waves of nervousness rolling off of you, and stood up from his chair, stepping closer to you laying on the exam table. He gave you a reassuring smile, before looking back at the black and white screen as Doctor Miller moved the transducer over your abdomen. Doctor Miller looked over her shoulder briefly, seeing Bradley and you standing close and smiled softly to herself.

“Here,” She said, pushing down on your abdomen. Your eyes widened seeing the small blip on the screen. Doctor Miller’s glove hand pointed to it, “You are measuring at about seven weeks in gestation.” She clicked some buttons, taking a screenshot of the screen.

“Wow,” You said, your eyes wide in shock.

“Your estimated due date is around July 15th,” Doctor Miller said, and put the transducer down, and then grabbed a bunch of paper towels, “For now, I need to see you every four weeks, until about week twenty-six, so roughly around February.”

“They’ll have the same birthday,” Bradley said and you shot him a glare. He gave you a knowing look and you let out a shaky breath.

“These are for you,” Doctor Miller said, handing you copies of the ultrasound, “I’m also going to send you home with this packet.” She handed you a thick two pocket folder. You opened it and started looking over the various flyers and pamphlets that were inside, “There’s a lot of information in there about pregnancy, it breaks it down week by week on development, some recommendations for products to use for prenatal development, as well as go over the options that you have.”

“Options?” You asked, looking up at her.

She nodded, “Yes, you have options.”

You blinked and shook your head, “Y-Yeah, I know, it’s just weird to hear someone say that to me. I-I guess I’m still a bit in shock about all. . . this,” You gestured to your stomach. Bradley put his hand on your shoulder.

“It’ll be okay,” He said. You looked up at him, and he smiled, “Where do we make the appointment?”

“At the front desk,” Doctor Miller said, “Oh, and here’s a prescription for a good prenatal vitamin,” She scribbled some writing down on a note and then handed it to you, “If you have any questions, either one of you,” She looked between you and Bradley, “Do not hesitate to call.”

“Thank you,” You said, hopping off the table. Doctor Miller nodded as Bradley opened the door to the exam room, and gently guided you out of the room. You scheduled your next appointment, and watched as Bradley put the date in his phone. The two of you walked out to the parking lot, your jeep parked next to his bronco. You suddenly wondered if the jeep was even a good car to drive a baby around in. Living in California, you almost always had the sides and top off of it, loving the way the sun hit as you drove down the road.

“Hey,” Bradley said, putting his hand on your back, “You going back to school?”

“No,” You shook your head, “I took the day off. I wasn’t sure if I could go back to teaching eight year olds simple multiplication after learning. . . what I learned.”

Bradley chuckled and leaned against the door of his Bronco, “You going to tell him?”

“How do you know it’s his?”

“Y/N. . . Bug. . . I’ve known you since you were three, you can’t hide things from me.”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, “I don’t think I can.”

“Y/N,” Bradley said, standing up straight, “I don’t agree with what he did, and I am one hundred percent on your side but, you can’t keep a man from his child.”

“I know!” You groaned, “I just. . . I can’t face him. He makes me so fucking mad, Bradley. I look at him, a-and my chest gets tight and I feel small and want to hide. It’s like everything Gia ever said in my ear about not being enough and not being able to keep him satisfied all comes true.” You shook your head as you felt tears well up in your eyes. Bradley pushed off his bronco and pulled you into his strong arms.

“Shh,” Bradley said as you cried, running his hand up and down your back, “It’ll all work out, okay. If you want me to be, I’ll be there when you tell him. And you know Alyssa will be there too.”

“She’s already claimed the godmother spot,” You chuckled and felt the rumble of laughter in Bradley’s chest. You pulled back from him and wiped your tears, “Thank you for coming with me. I know that 9-1-1 message at two in the morning was probably terrifying.”

“Oh you had me on the verge of shitting myself all day,” Bradley said and you scrunch your nose, “It’ll all work out, Bug. I promise. And whatever you decide, I will be by your side.”

“I love you, Buckles,” You said, using the nickname you gave him when you were younger. You couldn’t pronounce Bradley until you were about six, so you named him ‘Buckles’ and it stuck, “Now, get back to work.”

“Yes ma’am,” Bradley said, giving you a mock salute. You giggled as you opened your driver's door and got in. Bradley waited until you pulled out of the parking lot to get into his bronco. He sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. This was not at all how he thought his morning was going to go. Bradley reached into the chest pocket of his flight suit and pulled out the ultrasound picture, and smiled down at it.

— — —

Jake was nervous. The morning had gone well, it was his first morning as a TopGun instructor. He explained the history of the program, the risk and rewards that come with it. He smiled as he saw his name on the plaque for the best pilot from his class. Jake was getting ready to go head to the sky when Admiral Kazansky called his name in the hallway.

It was as if cement was poured down Jake’s back as he walked down the hall towards his office. In all the years Jake had been a pilot, he had never been called into the Admiral’s office. Being called into the Admiral's office was like being called to the principal. You didn’t want to be there, nothing good ever came from being called or sent to their office.

Jake’s green eyes looked at the various pictures and awards the Iceman had hanging up. The most noticeable was one that Jake was all too familiar with. He had seen the exact same copy on your bedside table just weeks ago. Jake felt himself relax a bit, but it was only for a second, then the door opened. He quickly stood up from his seat, standing at attention as Ice walked in.

“At ease, kid,” Iceman said, walking to his desk. Jake sighed, and stood at parade rest, until Ice sat down. Even though Jake was once on a first name basis with the man in front of him, he still treated him with the utmost respect, “Take a seat.”

“Sir,” Jake greeted and sat down in the leather chair across from him.

“I didn’t get a chance to meet with Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw this morning, but I wanted to see where you think we stand with this class,” Iceman said, pulling up the newest class of recruits onto the projector. Jake closed his eyes for a second and let out a sigh of relief. For a moment, Jake thought that Ice was going to fire him after day one, or worse, tell him that he knew he was in his daughter’s bedroom the other night. But Jake relaxed in his chair, and gave Ice the run down of the class.

“I think we have a very eager group,” Jake said, after explaining a bit about each of the pilots.

Ice looked from the screen to Jake and nodded, “Well, I expect them to be better than the best. You and Rooster have a lot to prove. You two have a lot of work on your plates. It’s the first time that TopGun instructors are also members of an active squadron at the same time. I hope there are no distractions.”

“None sir,” Jake said.

“Good,” Ice said, and sat back in his chair, “I know things ended between you and Y/N,” Jake closed his eyes and let out a sigh, “But, if you need help with anything, my door is always open. You have my number, you are free to stop by the house if you need to.”

Jake stood up from his chair, “Thank you, sir, I appreciate it.”

“Of course,” Ice said, “I see you as a son. If you’re with my daughter or not. You’re dismissed.”

Jake nodded and left the office as quickly as he could. He didn’t even notice, but he had started sweating as he sat there under Ice’s cold stare.

When he first met you, he had no idea who your father was. In fact, you kept it a secret for nearly the first three months of being together. Your father was famous when it came to Jake’s world. So the moment you said that you were a Kazansky, Jake felt like he had been hit by a train. He thought you were messing with him at first, but you pulled out your driver's license and Jake nearly passed out. The first time he had met your father, Jake was sweating bullets the whole time. He almost showed up at your front door in his dress uniform, because whatever was in his closet wasn’t good enough to meet Tom ‘Iceman’ Kazansky. But, Ice made a comment about Texas Football, and Jake fell into an instant conversation with the Admiral.

He was worried that post break-up things would be awkward or tense, but Jake was surprised to find that it wasn’t. It was also probably because Ice ran a tight ship around here. He wasn’t one to bring in outside problems into the workplace. Ice hadn’t once brought up the break-up until today, and Jake was even surprised that he had mentioned something.

Jake smiled to himself as he walked down the hallway towards the locker room to get dressed for his flight. He was whistling some tune when he walked in, seeing Bradley lost in thought while looking at some photograph.

“Where ya been Bradshaw!” Jake said loudly, causing the pilot to startle and drop the picture. Bradley scrambled to get the picture as it soared down under Jake’s boot. He bent down to grab it. He was going to give it back, but then he saw the disheveled look of his wingman, “What’s going on?”

“Give it back,” Bradley said, reaching for the picture, but Jake took a step away from him.

“Oh shit. . .” Jake smirked, “Is this what I think it is,” He wiggled the picture in his fingers, “Were you about to whack-”

“Give me the picture, Bagman,” Bradley said, stepping over the bench and reaching for it. Jake took another step back.

“Nah, I wanna see what got Rooster Bradshaw so flustered that he has to. . . wait,” Jake said, looking at the picture. He was expecting to see some scantily dressed woman or even a man on the front of it, but he was met with the sight of black and white sonogram. Jake had two older sisters who had kids, and he knew exactly what this was. Bradley held his breath as Jake’s green eyes looked over the information on the side of it.

“Is this a joke?” Jake asked, looking up at Bradley. Bradley looked down at his boots and scratched the back of his neck, “I can’t fucking believer her. We’ve been broken up for less than-”

“Wait a damn minute,” Bradley said, lifting his head, “You think she was sneaking around?”

“Well,” Jake shrugged, “What do you expect me to think!?”

Bradley chuckled humorlessly, “She’s not you, Bagman. She’d never even think to cheat on you or to do something behind your back. She was so loyal to you, and still is. Can’t say the same about you.”

“So. . . it’s mine,” Jake said, looking back at the sonogram, and Bradley nodded, “Fuck,” Jake groaned running a hand down his face and sat on the bench. His stomach felt like it was in his chest, and the longer he looked at the sonogram, the sicker he felt. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He thought all the years that he was with you about having kids. About one day being able to start a family, and have three or four little ones who looked just like you, running to him as he came home from deployments or missions. But he kissed that dream goodbye the second he walked out the door.

“This is all wrong,” Jake mumbled.

“Tell me about it,” Bradley said, leaning against the lockers, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Does Ice know?” Jake looked at his wingman.

“Not yet,” Bradley sighed, “She found out for sure this morning. I went with her. She’s due on your birthday.” Bradley saw the corners of Jake’s mouth tick up at that, “She doesn’t want you knowing.”

“Why?”

“Why the fuck do you think? You cheated on her and left her.”

Jake sighed and shook his head, “I didn’t cheat on her.”

“What?” Bradley asked, “What the fuck do you mean you didn’t cheat on her?”

“I lied,” Jake gulped and looked straight ahead, “I couldn’t just. . . break up with her, so I came up with a lie to help me. I never cheated on her.”

Bradley saw red, as he grabbed the pilot by the collar and slammed him up against the lockers. Jake grunted as his back hit the metal and pushed Bradley’s arms off of him. Bradley was only off of Jake for a split second, before he charged forward, wrapping his arms around the blonde man and tackling him to the floor.

“Fucking get off of me!” Jake yelled, trying to fight against him. Bradley had about three inches and fifty pounds on Jake.

“You fucking lied to her!” Bradley yelled, straddling the blonde’s waist, and delivering a punch to his jaw,“For weeks she didn’t leave my fucking couch cause she thought you cheating was her fucking fault!”

“It’s none of your fucking business!” Jake yelled, and pushed Bradley off of him. Jake managed to knock Bradley onto his back. He reeled his arm back and punched Bradley in the nose.

“Fuck it is!” Bradley spat, trying to regain the upper hand.

“Whoa!” Fanboy said, seeing the two pilots wrestling on the ground.

“Yo! Break it up!” Payback yelled, pushing through the door to get to Bradley and Jake. Fanboy wrapped his arms around Jake’s torso as he pulled the blonde pilot away. Bob and Coyote had come running in when they heard the commotion, and got their way in between the two pilots.

“The hell is going on?!” Maverick yelled, walking into the locker room. He took in the sight of the two bloodied pilots and the group of aviators in between them, “Well? Explain, or you are all grounded.”

“Jake’s a fucking liar and a cheat!” Bradley yelled, pointing at him.

“And Bradley needs to mind his damn business!” Jake yelled back, lunging forward, but Coyote pushed him back.

“That’s enough!” Maverick said, “Whatever personal stuff between you two ends here. Today. If you can’t handle it, then it’ll go to Ice.” Bradley clenched his jaw and pushed Payback and Bob’s hands off of him, “Understood?”

“Yes sir,” Bradley and Jake said at the same time.

“Good,” Maverick nodded, “Be ready to take the air in twenty.” Maverick left the locker room and headed back to his office.

The other male aviators slowly released Bradley and Jake, but still kept a watchful eye on them in case chaos were to ensue again. Coyote asked Jake if he was alright and the blonde nodded, turning back to his locker. Bob noticed that during the scuffle, a picture had fallen from Jake’s grasp. The WSO gently picked it up, his eyes widening a bit at the sight of the sonogram. He looked between the two pilots, the tension in the locker room thick and awkward, before turning to hand the sonogram to Bradley.

“This fell,” Bob said softly, tapping Rooster on the shoulder. He turned around and looked at the sonogram in Bob’s outstretched hand.

“Thanks,” Rooster said, taking the picture. Bob gave him a tight lipped smile before going to his own locker and getting his gear. Jake saw the interaction and it made his blood boil even more. He grabbed his gear and slammed his locker shut, and made his way towards the door.

“Oh, Bradshaw,” Jake said, stopping and turning around to face the mustached pilot. Bradley looked at Jake, his eyes narrowed on him. Jake smirked and grabbed a tooth pick from inside his flight suit,

“You’ll never be that kid’s father, no matter how hard you try and act like it.” Jake popped the toothpick in his mouth and left the locker room.

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hanjisunglover · 8 months

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𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐘!𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 - Park Jay x Sim Jake

pairing: park jay x sim jake x fem!reader

genre: fluff, the type of relationship that I think you can have with jay and jake.

author note! nothing smut in here today :) just resting a lil bit but I had this in my drafts since last year so

५ I have the feeling that at the beginning these two really didn't like each other and YOU were in the middle of the storm🧍🏻kinda like this.

५ you met them in the same group of friends and they both tried to capture your attention, they take you on various dates and compare them with each other, they never leave each other's minds and you are always there as a point in common.

५ so you finally took them both on a date, very frankly you confessed that you liked them both and that it would never be a problem for you to have an open relationship of that type, because silly you, never knows that these two has the highest sexual tension ever.

५ It's kinda weird the first time but as soon as they understand how things work in a threesome relationship, allow me to say it: the sweetest, kindest, cutest, the most beautiful relationship;

५ But let's move on to the facts. I see jay as a father figure, like he sees you and jake as people to protect and wouldn't let your bodies move even two meters away from him, he just need to protect his babies.

५ jake and you - as I said before - would be the “can we do this jay?” duo. with shining eyes and he just needs a break from you two ��.. but he loves you too much for that.

५ rules for your relationship: having three similar personalities, it is always better to set rules - this is what your friend said the first time he saw you out together - and so it was, 'not too much sugar in the evening', ' avoid unnerving things those days of the month', 'never leave the toilet seat open', 'don't disturb jake while he's sleeping',, etc..

५ BUT I WOULD ALSO SEE HOW the rules are broken. and then there is definitely jay nervous asf, jakey giggling, you upset. just…. YOU CAN'T WITH THIS MEN AND I CAN UNDERSTAND IT.

५ the cuddle position for me is: you lying in bed, jay stroking your hair with your head on his stomach and jakey hugging you, THEY JUST NEED YOUR ATTENTIONS SO PLEASE PAY ATTENTION TO THEM.

५ I see their showing affection to you is different, like jakey clingy ofc, kisses!! everywhere !! he loves kisses. give him lots of them. satisfy him. jay loves to be the little spoon ( BUT NOBODY NEEDS TO KNOW IT … ) pls when he is sad let him be the spoon, and you hold him tight.

५ I CAN SEE THIS TWO BOYS fighting to give you their clothes, then LITERALLY take turns exchanging things.

५ they love how you dress and would be delighted to do matching outfits. so no one looks at you too much, i can see them be a little bit possessive if someone hits on you in front of them, they would show off their chest muscles showing off big and immediately take you close to them ( jakey arm around the neck - jay arm possessive around the waist ) they need to protect you.

५ but you're not totally bottom so...... the moment you get jealous. oh damn you drive them crazy. literally crazy. they would tease you for that, but they appreciate it so much, that is, it would warm both of their hearts (I could say more to Jakey because in my opinion he loves the genuine jealousy of a relationship).

५ I'm not saying you would move in together after a few months, but that's exactly what I'm saying. and there too: mess. and I think I can see an aura of sweetness wandering around the house, EVERYWHERE ONE OF YOU GOES AROUND, at least one other walks around looking for affection and oh god not even a polyamorous relationship calms your hormones enough to be able to rest on your own.

५ btw you love each other :::(((( and I can see it clearly.

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myriad-writings · 2 years

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right down the line - b.h.

-billy hargrove x reader

-1.8k words

-requested by @notartemis777 ! okay class today we are pretending that billy and max get along because neil is the common enemy :)

-warnings: mentions of abuse, severely out of character billy

Three hours ago, the soft tap of a ladder against your windowsill was followed by the much heavier thump of none other than Billy Hargrove landing on your bedroom floor. You had jumped at the sound until you recognized his form on the ground and moved towards him to help him up.

He uncurled himself from the rolled-up position he had assumed under your window and accepted your hand to stand on his feet. It took a second to get him to look at you, though you knew what you were going to see. After some coaxing and bringing him to sit on the edge of your bed, he allowed you to gently examine the bruise slowly blooming over his right eye and cheekbone, as well as the blood that had dried over the corner of his lip.

“Oh, Billy,” you cooed, and his eyes averted your face and instead focused on the ring he had been twisting on his middle finger ever since he sat down. Like usual, he said nothing. He was always pretty silent after fights with Neil, you had learned.

So you got to cleaning him up. Some disinfectant for his cut lip, some ice, the whole nine yards. Billy sat there patiently the whole time that you fussed over him, accustomed to the routine the two of you had developed from all the times he snuck in after a nasty bout with his father. After all the first aid stuff, three hours after the initial tumble, Billy’s shoulders had finally lost their tension and the two of you could be found laying together in bed to decompress.

That brings you to now.

“So, do you finally want to talk about the fight?” You ask him while braiding and unbraiding one of his loose locks of hair, watching his relaxed face while his head lay in your lap.

Billy’s eyes open with a heavy sigh, and you let his hair fall from your fingers as he uses an elbow to perch himself up to face you. “It’s not like it was anything different than usual. I was covering for Max, because she wanted to go hang out with her friends. Something about a roleplaying board game?” He looks at you, half expectanting you to know what he was trying to come up with.

“D&D?” You offer, and he nods.

“Yeah, that shit.” He waves a hand in the air before continuing. “But Neil had a bug up his ass tonight, demanded to know where she was. I said I didn’t know, because I didn’t want him to pull up at Wheeler house like a fuckin’ psychopath.” He pauses, then says a little quieter. “So I got the psychopath treatment.”

You hum comfortingly and lean forward to press a comforting kiss to his forehead. “I’m sure she appreciates you covering for her.” You whisper, and he presses his lips together in a dry smile. “Was she home when you left?”

“No, no, I thought I would see her on the drive over but I didn’t. Figured if she was still at the Wheeler’s this late then she would stay the night.” He explains, and the logic gives both of you comfort for about five more minutes, until there’s another noise outside your window. It’s left slightly open from Billy’s oh-so-graceful entrance, and he’s up in half a second to investigate the potential threat from outside.

You get up as well, and push at his shoulder so he’s seated on the bed again. “Relax, it’s probably just a stray cat at the bottom of the ladder.” Still, you move to the window to peek out at the bottom, and you’re shocked to see red hair, and an even brighter red hoodie, halfway up to your window. You push the bottom open the rest of the way and stick your head out. “Max?”

Billy gets up behind you as soon as Max looks up to meet your eyes in the dim light that comes from your bedroom. “Jesus christ, Max, get up here.” He urges from your side, helping her in while you stand back and out of the way. The two of you share a look while Max sits cross legged on the floor, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie.

“Hey, what happened?” You sit in front of her while Billy shuts the window and stands awkwardly nearby. She’s quiet except for sniffling, so you reach forward to move her hair away from her face. She lets you, but the action reveals a slightly faded but still very fresh red mark taking up the junction of her cheek. “Oh, honey,” you whisper, and she turns her head away from your hand, just like Billy used to before he got used to your gentle touch. “Let me get some more ice.”

You push yourself up to stand and catch sight of Billy’s faraway gaze, eyes looking somewhere that you can’t see. Probably seeing red at the idea of Neil putting his hands on Max, and you can’t really blame him. Calling his attention back to the present with a hand on his cheek, you whisper to him. “Just talk to her.”

He nods and you wait for him to take your seat in front of her before heading downstairs for an ice pack. You take your time, getting a cloth to wrap the ice pack in and a few bandaids from the downstairs bathroom cabinet. You didn’t see any open cuts or scratches on her but it would be better to have them if she needed them. You pass by the laundry room then stop, backtracking to go in and grab some comfy clothes of yours out of the dryer for her to change into. It would be more comfortable than whatever she biked here in.

Before you push your bedroom door back open, you pause to hear the soft conversation taking place on the other side.

“Why didn’t you call me here?” Billy’s voice comes out softly.

“I don’t know. Didn’t think, I just knew you would be here and I didn’t wanna be there,” you heard Max mumble, she sounds embarrassed. “‘M sorry.”

You hear shifting, probably Billy moving closer to her. “It’s okay, I didn’t know you were goin’ home. Thought you were staying overnight with your friends. I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” There’s a pause before Billy speaks again. “D’you wanna stay the night here? With us?”

Max doesn’t say anything right away, but the quiet “thanks” that you hear cinforms that she had said yes. Quietly, you finally push open the door and offer a soft smile when both siblings turn to look up at you from their spots on the floor. “I got you an ice pack, and some clothes. Something easier to sleep in.” You hold up the items to show her, and she gives you a small, yet grateful smiles

After you get Max patched up, like you had with Billy, she comes out of the bathroom and back into your room in the clothes you lent her. You and Billy are sitting together on the bed, him behind you with his chin resting in the spot where your neck and shoulder meet and one arm half secured around your waist.

“Hey, how do you feel now?” You ask her, patting the open spot on your comforter beside you. She takes a seat, legs tucked to the side and leaning sideways on her arm.

“Better,” she says with a little nod, looking shier than she normally does. “Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it, I let him in so obviously I’ll let you in, too.” You grin and jab your thumb behind you where Billy sits clinging to your back, making Max giggle. Billy pinches your side and causes you to yelp, which turns into a fit of giggles along with Max’s. You fall forward out of Billy’s grasp and he lets you, unable to hold back the smile that finds its way onto his face as he watches you two lose your breath over laughing at each other.

The rest of the night is filled with antics like that. You ended up putting on some music to show Max, which became an impromptu dance party. Billy initially refused to join, saying he wasn’t going to dance to Madonna, until both you and his sister pouted at him, so he was forced to join. The sight of him being forced to dance (if you could call the half-assed movement dancing) to such peppy, girly music was so amusing that you wish you had a camera to capture it. Then there was a brief comic tour when Max caught sight of a Wonder Woman volume sitting on your bookshelf, and Billy was grateful to be allowed to sit back and chill again.

Max fell asleep on the far right side of your bed while the two of you were laying on your stomachs and flipping through the pages of the comics you had pulled out. You realized she had been silent for a little too long, and carefully pulled the volume that was held loosely in her hand so you could put them all away. After flicking off the overhead light and placing the comics back where they belong in your bookshelf, you return to Billy’s side in bed, where he had sat leaning back against the headboard and watching you move around the room in the dim lamplight from your nightstand.

“Thank you for letting her stay here tonight, I’ll make it up to you,” he mumbles against your skin before pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder and tugging you closer to fall into his side.

“You don’t have to, it’s nice having both of you here. I wish it was under better circumstances though.” You shut your eyes in the comfort of the warmth that seems to radiate off Billy. “I hope she’ll be okay in the morning.”

He gives a small hum of agreement before glancing over at where Max was fast asleep. “I think she’ll be alright. I’ll take y’all to lunch tomorrow before I bring her home. Neil shouldn’t be back until later tomorrow night.” You peer back up at him with a tiny smile.

“Look at you, being a good brother and boyfriend and shit,” you tease.

He chuckles and gives you a soft squeeze. “Gotta lookout for my girls. Especially because they lookout for me.”

“Your girls?” You giggle at him, and he responds with a soft ‘shut up,’ before reaching over to turn off the lamp on your bedside table. “Goodnight, babe.” You yawn and snuggle into his side impossibly further before dozing off almost immediately, tired out from the night your guests had given you.

#this was really fun to write #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things x reader #soft!billy hargrove #stranger things fluff #hurt/comfort

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elysiansparadise · 2 years

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Hiii, I adore your planets in the houses series and was hoping for your interpretation on the Sun in the 7th? Thank you so much xx

Hello love, thank you so much for that. It'd be my pleasure.

Sun in the 7th house

Here we have natives endowed with a lot of charisma, social intelligence and an ability to see two sides of the same issue. These people are projected as very confident and very attractive, even if they consider themselves introverts, people see in them someone very strong and admirable. They are capable of radiating a lot of light, people usually like to be with them and have them around, because they have a natural ability to brighten the day of others with ease. They are people who have or want to have a balance between mind and heart, they stand out for being objective people, with a highly developed sense of right and wrong. They are very empathic, they easily understand others, they easily see and accept other points of view, they are easily liked by many but there is always a couple of people with whom they tend to have tension, especially because they have this tendency to attract people who project themselves in them more often than they would in other people. Unconsciously they often give advice to others that could be useful to them. The natives are people who sometimes seem to understand others very well, but hardly themselves, they are usually much more understanding with others than they would be with them, especially when a mistake is made.

They tend to attract dominant, charismatic, very generous couples who tend to think more with their hearts than with a cold mind. They tend to attract partners who reflect sides of themselves that they repress, these partners are often a mirror of themselves and they in turn fulfill that role for their partners. These natives prefer to look for things in the long term and do not like to get involved with people who they know will not take them seriously. It is very likely that they have felt that they had to hide a part of their personality, perhaps their father, some male figure or someone they considered important made them feel that there were sides of them that were not appreciated or accepted by other people. and that it was best that they hide it or reserve it. Something that happens so much with the partners they have is that they tend to be brighter, more positive and cheerful when they started the relationship with the natives than they are when they are alone, their partners can in turn bring a lot of brightness, self-knowledge and appreciation to the native. These people seem to take relationships with fun and spontaneity, they really like to make their special person laugh, make them feel very loved and accepted, keep the atmosphere exciting and warm, but the reality is that deep down they do take very Seriously their relationships, they are the kind of people who work day by day to improve the relationship, to keep it bright and stable, they give a lot of energy to preserve the ties that they consider important in their life.

Your future spouse is likely to be someone young at heart regardless of their age, a person full of motivation, joy and light, they will be a person who will motivate and strive to fight for the happiness of the native, that of course without forgetting them themselves, as they will have a highly developed sense of independence and individuality. Their future spouse will have high self-esteem, will know their worth and will have a leadership nature, in fact it is likely that they will have one of these roles in their work area. If the Sun is making tense aspects with Jupiter and Mars, the native can marry very young [this possibility is reduced if: Sun is making aspects with Saturn. If Sun, Venus or Jupiter are in Capricorn. If Saturn it's in the 7th or 5th house].This placement favors a happy marriage that will fill the life of the native with a lot of action, it will fill them with vitality and can favor the self-esteem of the natives themselves, your partner will help you to love yourself more and to gradually distance yourself from the opinion of other people.

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mirthlxss · 1 year

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Hello my dear, I was so sad when this blog went a little AWOL due to the gross anons, miss mam you can't leave me hanging like that... seeing you slowly coming back made me SOY excited, I hope you find the time/strength to get back to Off To the Races... In the mean time, could I please request some general Price content? I love how you depict him, do you have any general headcanons for the big guy > :£

Sincerely, your Tumblr stalker... Haha, just joking!

You’re lucky I have a few of these knocking about, here are some random Captain Price headcanons. I’mma be zesty in saying they align with the John we know in Off to the Races.

Captain Price understands and appreciates the humble goodness of simplistic food. The man will stand in the safe house kitchen and harp on about how a well-timed egg with lashings of pepper and salt is practically gourmet when done to perfection. As much as this is true, he is also the sauce king. How can the two exist simultaneously? When it's his own cooking: hearty, jejune in a very English stew type of way. But at base? God, he hates the canteen food, only the right balance between various sauces can smother the tin taste of inadequately drained brine tuna. Has an extensive collection of bbq and hot sauces. Won’t share them.

Thought that if he hadn’t gone into the army that he would’ve become a carpenter of some degree, appreciates the intricacies of woodwork and likes to let his fingers draw over the ridges of a well-carved decor. Would love to take a few classes in his spare time though he’s never committed to it, always finding one excuse or another. That doesn’t stop him from buying certain wooden trinkets, favouring darker wood, he has an ornate hand-carved box to keep his cigars. Often gazes thoughtfully upon it as he smokes in the office.

His father had cancer when he was quite young, he felt extremely guilty leaving for the army at sixteen but he knew he’d be more use put to work than he’d be causing trouble around the town. John had a lot of pent-up emotion and no positive place to put it, aggravated at life and the lot he was given. It stressed his parents to no end, mostly his mother. Between his sisters, father and himself, she was strung out and tearing at the seams. Sometimes he questions whether he did it for himself or his family, he often concludes it was for both. He was given leave in his early twenties to go say his goodbyes at the hospice, doesn’t think he’s ever really recovered from that moment. It seems like every death he’s experienced after that felt innately personal, he carries each one and hasn’t figured out how to put any of them down to rest fully in his mind.

Loves his mother dearly, more than his sister though he’d never admit that. Sends her postcards when he can, doesn’t talk much to his siblings but remembers to buy them somewhat last-minute gifts at Christmas, mostly pre-wrapped toiletry sets he’s grabbed a the pharmacy whilst he’s stopped along the motorway home. Doesn’t go to family gatherings as much as he should, with each bit of war that stains his consciousness he feels more and more detached from his former self, like a ghost in the room with his family as he watches them with their children and wrinkles slowly forming from smiling over the years.

Soap has tried, and failed miserably, to set John up with blind dates. He outright refuses, or somehow, already knows who he’d be going with and then refuses. Somehow always finds some overthought, finicky excuse, convinced he is destined to be a little lonely. He’s had partners before and has dated around but as the years pass by he’s given less and less thought to actually pursuing anyone, more time given to ruminating on the life he could’ve had. One somewhat like his siblings, smile lines, Christmas and cheeky children.

Is hilarious at team 141’s karaoke nights when they all get too drunk and stumble back to the shared common room. Gaz bought a second-hand karaoke machine from a charity shop and they’ve had endless fun with it. Price likes Nickleback, won’t hear anything else about it. Is surprisingly good at singing How you remind me, has the rasp for it. Also surprised the boys with his rendition of Poker Face, particularly in response to catching Soap training to it. Won’t admit that he sang it, claims they were all drunk and delirious, which is completely true but that doesn’t explain the video.

Thank you for the support, I am slowly coming round to another chapter, just gathering the mental agility needed to volt over the potential of new anons ;)

#captain price #john price #captain john price #john price x reader #off to the races #mw2 price #john price x y/n #captain john price x reader #mw2 headcanons #mw2 hcs #captain price headcanons

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astrologyaware777 · 1 year

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Astrology && Music & some darker astrology observations

Featuring Billie Eilish

Billie Eilish

✨️Venus dominant 🌹

followed by Pluto & Sun

✨️Moon is 2nd least dominant

✨️Lord of the 2nd in the 12th

✨️Venus sextile Uranus

(Sexy with an odd tinge)

✨️Mercury sextile Mars

(Passionate and intense voice)

✨️Venus ☌ Pluto

(Beautiful powerful voice, deeper)

✨️Moon ☌ Neptune

(Dreamy connection to emotion felt)

✨️Mercury ☍ Jupiter

(Loud voice, can carry notes)

✨️Mercury semi sextile Neptune ( surreal voice)

✨️Pete Bennett also has tourettes

With a Pisces rising and Moon (Aquarius )in the 12th

❌️Billies tourettes indicators❌️

(Mercury -nervous system, 3rd house, Moon -mind, Mars -muscles, Saturn -restriction, 3rd, 9th house -nerves , Pluto -complusions , Uranus -brains nervous system, )

✨️Mercury sextile Mars

✨️Moon sextile Pluto

✨️Saturn ☍ Pluto

✨️Uranus sextile Pluto

✨️Pluto ⛶ ASC

✨️Mars square Saturn

✨️Saturn ⛶ ASC, Saturn in 3rd

✨️Mars, Uranus & Moon in 12th

✨️Pluto in the 9th

✨️Mercury in 10th house Saturn restrictions

✨️ Mercury opposite Chiron

✨️Mercury ☍ Jupiter

✨️Mars square Pluto

✨️Uranus ☍ Moon

✨️Sun ☍ Mercury

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✨️Sagittarius dominant

Followed by Pisces and Aquarius

✨️12 house prominent

✨️Lilith in the 1st

( Body image issues, very intense sexual energy, rebellious nonconforming, independent, willingness to embrace a darker creative side without shame or guilt, need for justice, needs creative outlets of intense emotions)

✨️Lilith in Pisces

(Sexual illusions, romantic,escapist)

✨️Mars in the 12th

(NOT afraid to face fears and take action even if uncertain of outcome)

✨️Moon in the 12th 🌑

(Linked to schizoid behavior,bipolar)

My dad had this placement and literally lived in a cabin alone in the woods lmfao

✨️Sun in the 10th (Strong teeth)

✨️Mars square Pluto, Mars square Saturn, Neptune ☍ moon,

(Sexual abuse indicators, I'm mentioning becuz all the Nessus aspects)

✨️Nessus square Mercury

(Verbally abused as a child, can be verbally abusive towards others)

✨️Nessus square Jupiter

(Jupiter is expanding this abuse here with Mercury and Moon, Saturn, Neptune)(Also abuse by authority figures, teaching figures)

✨️Nessus trine Moon, Saturn & Neptune

( trine moon suffered emotional abuse as child (moon is mother) and choose people who can be abusive, thinking it what they deserve still)

🚨Saturn ☍ pluto

🚨Venus ☌ pluto vulnerable venus

🚨Sun ☌ Chiron abuse from father

🚨Mercury ☌ Chiron abuse from siblings, neighbors

🚨Mars □ Saturn

🚨hopefully no abuse here but looks like it , I wonder what her chart with dad+ bro are like, perhaps I'll do that later on

✨️Nessus in the 10

Pornography for profit, reputation

Sex tied to career and social status. In the extreme, a possibility of forms of abuse used to attain success and sexual gain. (Ex: Sex workers, sex used to advance one’s position, taking advantage of others in work place)

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I don't care if people "copy" lol

We are all learning & this information belongs to everyone, you're not special, yes your efforts appreciated but don't get confused, we are here to love and learn

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sadsoftserve · 5 months

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"Thats what Siblings are for" -an EE mini-fic

(Made to explore more on Sabrina, and to practice writing panic attacks (constructive criticism appreciated!)) 3363 words

CW? panic attack, vomiting, suicidal thoughs

A lot of my childhood was spent clinging to my father. No matter where we were, or what he was doing. He gave me a sense of comfort my mother couldn't bring. When I was younger the Nightmares scared me more than they do now. Now that I'm used to them, I've grown out of my habit of going to him. But that didn't mean it didn't happen. On the rare nights, I was able to fall asleep, even for a short while, but no matter what it would end up with me waking up in a cold sweat and shaking. Tonight was one of those nights. It was around 2 a.m., and the house was dead silent, only the air conditioner was heard. The sweat clung to me, causing me to shiver. I never remembered the nightmares once I woke up, but the feeling was always the same. It was like a pit of dread, the feeling you get when you know something bad is about to happen.

I sat on my bed, sweat dripping from my body. I swallowed hard, trying to overcome the feeling of dread that was looming above me. My hands were shaking vigorously. The a.c. sent a bitter chill throughout the room, only adding to the shaking. It was cold. It was always cold in Sweet Jazz, but I was a hot sleeper. I crossed my arms trying to conserve at least some of my body heat. I stood up, my feet touching the cold hardwood of the house. I slowly stepped to my door, quietly opening it. Stepping out into the hallway I saw light. The light was coming from my father's office. He had a knack for staying up late to work. I knew that. I stood in the hallway for a moment, trying to decide what to do. I had three options. Go back to bed, and forget this happened, go to the bathroom, or go to my father, who could be doing anything right now. I stood there for a good moment, before walking to the bathroom.

I figured this was the best course of action. I didn't have to go to the bathroom, but I could solve this on my own. I'm fifteen, not some helpless child in need of constant comfort. I walked into the bathroom, slowly and quietly shutting the door behind me. The room smelt like soap, it smelt clean. I stood for a moment, before resting my elbows against the counter and holding my head in my hands. I rubbed my face, notably rubbing my eyes more than anything. The mirror showed my reflection, my every move, my insecurities, everything. I hated looking at myself, it reminded me of my impurities and imperfections. I looked away for a moment, before looking back. I didn't feel like me, I felt like someone else, something else. Maybe I was just tired? No, I'm always tired. I was still in a cold sweat. I was pale, paler than normal. I'm fine. Did I take my meds? Everything was blurring together. This was new. I felt terrible, sick even. I don't like being sick, the thought of being sick makes me sick. I swallowed hard, trying to keep myself from gagging. Were these side effects? I didn't know. Everything was spinning, I was dizzy, I couldn't see straight. I gripped the counter harder, my breathing turning into soft pants as I tried to not panic. My legs felt like collapsing under me.

I slowly lowered myself to the ground, leaning my back against the counter, and trying to figure out what was happening. Moments blurred together as I tried regulating myself. I felt clammy, my hands were jittery and sweaty, and I could barely make fists. I gagged. I moved my hand up to my mouth and shifted my position to be in front of the toilet. Soon, what was merely my dry heaving turned into me throwing up whatever was in me. I felt terrible. Sick. I should've expected this, it happened often, mostly on days worse than this. I sat there, breathing heavily as tears threatened to spill from my eyes. My mouth felt dry, my face felt clammy, and my body was trembling. I sat there, just in pain. This was worse than usual. I felt worse and looked worse. In my state of panic and sickness, I didn't hear the door open or my brother come in. His voice came as a surprise when I heard it.

“Sabrina?” His voice was a mixture of rare worry and slight disgust. He looked down at me from where he was standing, still fumbling to get his glasses on right. I sat there silent, shocked he was checking on me. He must've heard my retching and soft sobbing from his room, most times I forgot it was right next to the bathroom. “Sabrina? Hey..” He cautiously waved a hand in front of my face, as I looked up to him in the pitiful state I was in.

I couldn’t form words. My mouth was so dry, and my body ached to the point I froze in place. Everything was still spinning, the tingling sensation in my hands grew, and everything was growing more blurry. Sylvie seemed to have noticed this. He crouched down to my level and placed the back of his hand on my forehead, before quickly yanking his hand away. “Jeez… why are you so warm?” He put his hand back on my forehead, before looking at my eyes. He moved my face side to side quickly, forgetting I could easily get sick. This was the first time in what seemed like forever that he was caring about me. “Did this just happen? How long have you been in here?” He asked with a surprising state of concern.

I opened my mouth to speak, slowly the words came out. “Half an hour…?” He continued to speak to me and ask questions, but I couldnt retain anything he was saying. His mouth was moving but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. “...What…?” I asked, growing more confused as I tried to focus on my brother in front of me. He was blurry in my vision and a double. This confused me more. I was having difficulty staying awake, which was weird for me. I felt so dizzy and dazed. I blinked, and the next thing I knew, I was out cold.

Sylvie caught me. He gently placed me on the ground, before dashing out of the bathroom and bolting it to our father's office. He opened the door and grabbed Dad’s hands confusing him as he wasn't expecting Sylvie to grab him so suddenly. “Sylvie, what the hell’s going on!” He shouted as he stumbled out of his office and down the hallway.

“I don’t know!” His voice was high-pitched, and freaking out. He led our father to the bathroom, opening the door and letting our father see my unconscious body for himself. “She- She passed out! I- I don't know what happened!” My father stood there in horror for a moment, before picking me up and placing me in his arms. Something was wrong, deeply wrong, both my brother and our father knew that. He could feel the warmth emitting from my body, he felt my discomfort.

My father was always a stoic, monotonous man, I can only imagine his face of pure horror when he saw me lying unconscious on the bathroom tile.

I was in and out of consciousness the whole ride to the hospital. Sylvie was trying his best to keep me awake, trying to make conversation, or just make sure I was okay. But no matter how hard I tried, I stayed in the state of passing in and out. Time seemed to be going by slower and slower. I felt the same as I did earlier, still nauseous, still dizzy, still unwell.

Hours blurred together as I was rushed in, and out of the emergency room, in, and out of various rooms of the hospital. The hospital was a familiar place. I was there a lot when I was younger, and tonight was no exception. They knew me by heart, the new nurses and the old ones. It was like my second home, a place I knew, and one I wasn’t scared of. But that didn't change my position. It was early in the morning before they left me alone, and told me to at least try to rest, or regulate myself accordingly. The clock on the wall said:

6:18

Four hours. I didn't know what was wrong. Was it the fact I fell asleep? Maybe I was so in shock from the nightmare that my body couldnt handle it. Maybe I was dying? Death. Did I want to die? Was that what I was hoping for? Was I clinging on to some fictitious fantasy that I wanted to be alive? Maybe. Maybe I wouldn't mind dying. It never scared me, so why was I so focused on it? The feeling was back, the dizziness, the panic, the-

“Sabrina.” My panic was interrupted by my father who walked in, holding a clipboard. He was reading the contents. No. The clipboard was only used if the doctors needed to run tests, or suspected you needed a diagnosis for something. He sighed as he walked over to the side of the hospital bed and sat down, the clipboard in his right hand. He looked at me and swept one of my bangs out of my face. “What happened?” He asked his eyes holding a level of concern from him that I hadn't seen in a while.

I stayed silent and shrugged. “I’m not sure. One minute I'm asleep, the other I wake up in the hospital.”

He raised a quizzical eyebrow. “Asleep?” I nodded. He thought for a moment. I could see the gears turning in his head, he was putting the pieces together. “How bad was it?”

“Bad,” I said.

“Scale of one to ten.” He requested.

I looked around, before looking at him. “Nine?”

He let out a ‘hmm’ sound as he looked down and pushed up his glasses. He sighed again. “Sabrina, that scared the shit out of me, I hope you know.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, as he looked at me. I nodded in response. “How long did you manage?”

“Hour and a half,” I said, my head looking down. I could hear the smile on my father's face as he spoke.

“That’s better than last time.” He smiled softly as he pat me on the shoulder, his signature sign of affection. His smile quickly faltered as he looked at the clipboard in his hands. He slapped it in his palm a couple of times, before looking at me. He had a look of understanding on his face as he handed it to me. “Read this.” He said as I took it from him.

I began to read through the contents of the clipboard, taking in most of what it was saying. The corporate font and paragraphs of words seemed to bounce off of me, and back onto the page. I was slightly shocked by the contents, but I should've expected what it said. “A panic disorder?” I asked as I placed the clipboard down next to me. He nodded and sighed.

“Thats what they're suspecting. They want to run a few more tests and ask you more questions.” He placed his hand on his knee and pat it a couple of times, a movement he did when he was thinking. “This is the third time it's happened, so I guess it was time to get some form of diagnosis.” My dad ran a shaky hand through his messy hair and exhaled deeply. He looked at me, his eyes full of deep concern. “You knew you were on the verge of a panic attack, why didn't you come get me or your mother?”

I shrugged. “I wasn't expecting it. It was sudden. I thought it was just another nightmare.” My voice was soft and tired. He placed a caring hand on my arm as he looked me in the eye.

“You know to expect the unexpected.” He said knowing that he’d told me that many times before. “I'm not mad, just concerned.”

“Thats all you are,” I responded.

“Concerned? Yeah, I'm aware Sabs.” He exhaled again, this time one of worry. “I’m your father. I've been concerned my whole life.” He placed his head in his hands as he spoke. “So much for a lawyer, huh?” He made a self-deprecating joke, supposedly to try and get my mind off the fact I was in the hospital. He looked at his watch and smiled a bit. “Good news though, you don't have to go to school. Bad news, your mother.” He visibly cringed at the thought of telling Mom I was in the hospital. She would go crazy.

I gave a breathy chuckle to humor him, he was trying. “Might as well go make that call then.” He chuckled back.

“Might as well.” He walked out of the room, pulling out his phone on the way out. There I was alone. Again. I sat there for a moment. Then it dawned on me, where was the shithead I called my brother? He was in the car on the ride here, thats one of the only things I remember in my state of in and out. It was strange. Maybe he went home? In my period of thinking, I wasn't aware he walked into the room. I was snapped out of my trance when a popsicle was thrown onto my lap. Orange flavor, my favorite.

“You’re an idiot.” Was the first thing Sylvie said to me as he took a bite of his own popsicle. “Seriously, it surprises me.”

“Wow. Thanks for the warm welcome.” I said sarcastically as I opened the clear package around the popsicle. “Where’d you even get these?” He made a noise, one that conveyed he didn't want to talk about it.

“I don't wanna talk about it… ” He said as he looked away for a moment. “Anyways, that was a real stupid move, Sabrina.” His embarrassment quickly faded as he spoke to me with his snarky attitude. “You knew what was gonna happen, and yet you tried to handle it yourself?” He sighed as he hung his head and pinched his nose bridge. “You're gonna get yourself killed one of these days.”

“Okay? And? Not like I'm scared of it or anything.” I openly admitted as I took a bite of my popsicle. “Hell, maybe then I’ll be able to sleep.” Sylvie looked at me for a moment, a mixture of concern, frustration, and sympathy on his face. My face remained the same, it was in a constant state of ‘resting bitch mode’ and he was trying to gauge my thoughts.

“What are you insinuating?”

“What does it sound like I’m insinuating?” I responded with popsicle in my mouth. “Look, take it as you will, but just know I'm used to it at this point.”

“You’re used to wanting to die?” His concern was evident through the way he spoke. “Thats not healthy…”

“No shit, Captain Obvious.” At this point, I had finished my popsicle and was chewing on the stick. “Look, I may want to die, but I'm not suicidal,” I added. “I’m not stupid.”

“Well, you sure do act like it.” Sylvie sighed. “Is that why you didn't get anyone in the midst of the attack? Were you hoping you’d die?” He looked at me with his sympathetic eyes filled with some sort of pity for me. I didn't want his pity or anyone else's.

“Why does it matter? At least it would’ve been natural.” I mumbled in response to his question. Sylvie's eyes seemed to have been burning into my skin after I answered his question.

“‘Why does it matter’? Do you know how stupid you sound right now?” Sylvie's voice raised slightly as he realized just how I thought. “I'll give you a list of reasons. One, us, your family, you are the one who holds us together, and the reason Mom and Dad are still together. Two, your friends? Need I remind you of Bonnie, Parker, Dalia, and the rest of the color guard? And lastly, Me!” Sylvie went down the list of reasons why I shouldn't want to die, but that didn't stop the pain, although it did make me feel bad. I wasn't trying to die, I didn't even know the panic attack was happening until it became obvious. I tensed up my shoulders as I played with the hem of the thin hospital blanket.

“I didn't say I wanted to die, I don't, but I'm so used to the pain my Epithet brings, that I thought I was dying because this pain was different,” I spoke softly. “Sorry…” When I thought about the effect it would have on people who depended on me, and people who loved me, it scared me. Bonnies already lost so much, Dalia would blame herself, Parker would long for closure, and Dad would never sleep again. And Sylvie… he would be broken. Sure we acted like we hated

each other, but it was all in good fashion. He was a Psychologist, he would've noticed the signs sooner if I were to… go that far. He sighed as he walked closer to the bed, sitting down and reaching over to hug me.

“I’m always available, you can talk to me y’know?” He said his voice full of care, as his arms wrapped around me. “I know im more used to Epithet-related problems, but Im available for different means too.” He pulled away from the hug and gave me a soft smile.

“I know, but you’re my brother. I don't want to dump my insecurities and problems on you.” I told him with honesty.

“Thats what siblings are for, we help each other.” He reasoned back, as he pulled out his business card from his pants pocket. His sweatpants, now mind you, we were in the hospital in our pajamas. And he had his business card, in his pajama pocket. And handed it to me.

“For one, I don't need this, I know all the information. For two, you carry these around?” I held the card in between my index and middle fingers.

“You never know when I may need to give it to someone.” He said with a shrug.

“You carry it in your pajamas?”

“Yeah… and?” He responded. I said no more, I simply put it on the table next to the bed. The sound of the door opening, and our father stepping into the room was heard. We both in unison moved to look at him. Dad looked exhausted, mentally. He just got off the phone with our mom, the woman who he couldnt stand at this point, and now he was dealing with my whole problem of being in the hospital.

As he was walking in, he was rubbing his hands together, I could visibly see his hairs graying and his eyebags forming. He probably hadn't slept in the last 20-ish hours and was visibly trying to not fall asleep. “I explained the situation, and your mother will not speak to me. She thinks it's my fault.” This was common with them. After something happened to one child, one of them would blame the other, and then they wouldn't talk for days. My father took off his glasses and cleaned them. “Sylvester, come help me out and put me to sleep.” This was also common when

Dad wasn't able to fall asleep but he needed to, he would ask my brother to put him to sleep, because his Epithet didn't work on himself. Sylvie, reluctantly, yet wanting to help out, sent out a cloud of his weird dandruff while Dad passed out almost instantly. He was out-cold in the uncomfy hospital chair next to the door.

Me and Sylvie gave each other a glance as we watched Dad pass out. “So much for a Lawyer.” He said.

#epithet erased #ee #art #artists on tumblr #oc #constructive critism welcome #Be nice tho #Sabrina Ashling (oc)#sylvie ashling #sylvester ashling #mini fic #fanfiction #posted on my Ao3 #Asks welcome!

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Monday updates...(was a Sunday 7 but...)

1. My neighbours have 2 Asian pear trees in their front yard, with which they don't do much. Not surprising, as they are fascists who seem to enjoy guns more than good fruit. So when they asked if we wanted some, I grabbed my ladder and got to it after I mowed my yard and cleaned the driveway. And 45 lbs of pears were liberated from their fascist overlords, and will be rehabilited in medium-heavy syrup later this year.

2. I played a cool gig the other night. Super nervous for some damn reason, but I played and sang really well with only one request for Jimmy Buffet's "why don't we get drunk and screw"(and one rendition of the story of my mom and aunt getting blasted on spodie on memorial day howling that tune as they stumbled down the Grayland Beach road making nuisances of themselves, which accompanied the 'why I don't play that song' story.)

3. Somewhat related: anybody see that story on the news about the kid who found that gorgeous diamond at the crater of diamonds state park in Arkansas? My father figure did the same thing, while walking with Bill Clinton(the bullshitting must have been epic, and I say that lovingly), and my father figure put his into his shirt pocket...which had a hole in it. Moral of the story- let your wife fix your shirts(My grams had a great touch), and sometimes the story is better than the find.

Oh who am I kidding about the find, WAY TO GO KIDDO!!!!

4. I started my new job this week. They say you never forget certain calls when you are dispatching 911, and eventhough I was only listening in, my trainer had one of them. It was horrible, but it had an ok outcome. And while I like the job, there's a bit of a complication...

5. I have been accepted into the MBA programme for International business at WSU. It's not Foster at U Dub, but I only had a 3.3, not a 3.9 GPA, and Carson is nationally ranked too. Thrilled is not the word- elated is more appropriate. So instead of staying here, I need to look for a management position to kick start my resume- who knows what thats gonna look like in 3 months. And thank you to @redsimple for making sure I evaluated with a 'bang for the buck' attitude. Now to pay for it... lol... let's just say there's gonna be some serious financial maneuvers in the next 4 weeks.

6. Thinking about hopping in the car and driving down to Roseburg, OR for the annular eclipse in October. Over 4 mins of darkness... so yeah, totally worth it. I need to get out of the house, H and Buggy need it too. Plus...#astronomy!!!!!

7. If you've made it this far, thank you for being part of this community and the help you have given me to move forward. The affirmations, the little bits of confidence are helping shore up my foundation. I got a long way to go, but seriously I appreciate you all. Much love from the land where the big water meets the big woods.

#me #this is my life #in repair #dadlife #singer songwriter #exhausted #henry adam #washington state #love who i am becoming

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jimblejamblewritings · 2 years

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snow falls hot | part 7.

Summary: (Y/N) Snow isn’t a Snow at all. She’s a Targaryen— Rhaegar’s child. Taken in by the Starks, she leads her life as another on of Ned’s bastards. Will she be able to live in Westeros comfortably? More importantly, does she have any ambition to see herself one day on the Iron Throne?

Warnings: it’s game of thrones...

Pairing: gendry x reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Grey Wind licked your face— the roughness of his tongue woke you up after about two licks. You scratched at his face and the two of you stood up very slowly. Neither of you were in a position to move quickly but had to leave the area. You didn’t trust the woods, they were still Frey territory. There was nowhere for you to go. Winterfell was taken, the Frey were now your enemies, Riverrun was about to be Frey territory, King’s Landing was aware of you marrying Robb.

Warging into Shadow, you had no clue where the dragon had gone— barely getting glimpses before the warging stopped. Whether it was because she was too far away or you were too weak, you weren’t sure. You pleaded with her to find you and hoped that would be enough. Still limping, you and Grey Wind started to leave the woods and go wherever you could.

You were positive Grey Wind was tired of hearing you ramble on about nothing. But he didn’t make a whimper of complaint. Instead, the wolf’s ear stayed alert like he was truly listening to you. You were talking to try and make the journey to nowhere more pleasant. Especially since the two of you were moving slower than normal.

“My mother is from Dorne. She and Rhaegar were childhood friends, like Robb and I. I wonder if she was a bastard or not. Lord Stark could never figure it out, there isn’t much on her. It would be hard to tell. Did you know, Grey Wind, bastards in Dorne are treated pretty well?”

The wolf gave you a short yip in response.

“I know, it was interesting to learn myself. I had siblings. My father’s first wife Elia, they had children. But he fell out of love with her and in love with Lyana, not before crying about it to my mother of course. I think he would have stayed with her if she hadn’t died giving birth to me. They were friends, he probably figured it could blossom into romantic love and he could try to forget about Lyana since she was Robert’s.”

Grey Wind whined and you appreciated the little responses he gave. It made you feel less insane.

“I’m glad you agree with me. My siblings are dead too, the Lannisters killed them. The Lannisters seem to kill everything we love don’t they? Not a good bone comes from that house— not as long as Tywin influences them. Maybe we should go to Dorne?”

Grey Wind stopped and looked at you. You scratched behind his ear.

“I know it is further south than King’s Landing and it’s really hot but it would be safe. Prince Oberyn would probably welcome us, we share a tragedy together. My father makes us kin. Is it too hot for you? Would you at least consider? It isn’t like we are going to make it to Dorne in a matter of days, we’d be lucky to get out the wood in that time.”

Grey Wind snorted what you hoped was a consideration to think about Dorne and you two continued going. Grey Wind abruptly stopped again and pointed his snout in the other direction.

“North? You want to go North? Grey Wind, Winterfell is gone. It has been ta—”

His whining cut you off.

“It is gone! We ca— you don’t want to go to Winterfell… you want to go to The Wall. Jon is at Castle Black, and Maester Aemon. Maybe we should go, but it’s just as dangerous. Lots of enemies could catch us. How about we try to get better first and then we can decide on Castle Black or Dorne, agreed?”

Grey Wind dipped his head and pawed once at the ground. You kept going, jumping at every noise that couldn’t be immediately identified. Hours later and you tripped causing the dire wolf with you to emit a high pitched noise. You assured Grey Wind that you were okay— the wolf not seeming to believe you.

“I’m fine, I’m fine. I promise you.”

Grey Wind shoved his muzzle under your arm until you were half leaning on him. You scratched at his fur and let him become a crutch of sorts as you limped. Night fell and you were still in the woods, starting to feel like you would never escape.

Various banners dropped from the ceiling. Slowly each banner caught on fire and turned to ash. Only a few remained, burnt but not ash. Their sigils could still be made out. You reached to touch it. The Stark banner, the banner of the Arryans in the Vale, the Targaryen banner. Your head tilted as you watched ice crystals form on the flags that were on fire only moments ago. Your breath could be seen and you shivered. The whole room had become cold, colder than even the darkest night in Winterfell.

Scratching on your forehead, made you swipe a hand at yourself— eyes still closed but the dream of banners now gone. You could barely move your hand. You and Grey Wind were in the forest. The two of you had stayed in the forest for weeks. Grey Wind barely had food and so did you. Both eating just enough to live. It was becoming a living nightmare, you were already decently far along when you first started heading to the Twins for the Frey Wedding. By the time you had reached the Twins, it was easy to see how pregnant you were. Weeks in the forest meant days closer to giving birth.

Your forehead felt hot and you swiped at it again, this time feeling something scaly. It took effort to open your eyes but finally did, almost scooting back at the sight in front of you. Shadow had gotten bigger and was staring right at you. It had only been weeks, she wasn’t huge but was now the size of Godswood when he died. You couldn’t look, there was no mirror in the forest, but you were positive the roots of your hair were now white as well since Shadow blew fire to try and wake you. The black dye was practically just streaks now.

Shadow dropped the sheep in her mouth at your feet. Grey Wind lifted his head. Both Grey Wind and Shadow made work of tearing the animal apart. Shadow blew a gentle fire until the bits of sheep were cooked. Grey Wind pushed a piece towards you— neither animal would eat until you took the first bite. When they were satisfied that you were fed, they began to eat as well. You reached out and rubbed Shadow.

“You came back.”

She puffed smoke from her nose as if offended you would insinuate she would ever truly leave you. You smiled and took another bite of food.

“Winter is coming,” you told the two creatures.

“I had another dream. Winter is coming and we need to be out of the woods and in a house. Everyone but Robb is still alive, we just need to find them. Jon is at the wall… the Vale… Catelyn’s sister is there, Arya must be there as well. That’s where she has to be or maybe Sansa, and Rickon, Bran. Or Dragonstone. Stannis’ army must be marching soon, from Dragonstone we could go to Essos. I think I have family there.”

Both animals gave passive responses. It didn’t seem they cared anymore at your decision. They would follow wherever you went— Grey Wind didn’t even whine at the mention of going south. You all wanted the same thing. Safety.

“But first, I need an inn or at least a farm. Somewhere to rest until I give birth.”

That made both of the animals snap their heads up like they suddenly remembered you were carrying a child. Shadow led the way and you and Grey Wind— having not had luck for weeks in getting out of the forest— followed her.

It was a mix of flying and walking for your dragon. You were pleased that you and Grey Wind had recovered rather well. Not fast enough for Shadow’s liking but it was because you two were weak from nutrition not from wounds. Shadow had become the primary hunter, able to leave the woods.

You were able to warg into her for longer now that you felt better. A few times you had attempted warging into Grey Wind but it wasn’t happening. You thought you got close once but, never reached that space again. Like before with Grey Wind, you talked to him and Shadow about your dreams and other things.

“Have you two ever heard of a white walker? Years ago Lord Stark killed a deserter. He said things I thought were absolutely ridiculous about white walkers and the dead arising. I’ve been dreaming lately of the cold, scary blue eyes, and nightmare of stories we used to tell the children of Winterfell. It makes me worried.”

The woods became field land. Shadow pulled away, sticking to the few trees and wooded area. It was dangerous for a dragon to still be spotted. It was dangerous for a dire wolf too but that was a chance you would have to take. You spotted a farmer— keen eyes still working.

With a new vigor, you and Grey Wind started towards the man. He lifted his head from work and yelled something. Your feet slowed for a moment, worried that maybe he was an enemy and you two had been too eager at seeing another person. But instead, a woman and some children appeared.

The children ran to you, stopping when they saw Grey Wind. Their faces were a mix of awe and horror. You scooped up the younger ones as best as you could and placed them on Grey Wind’s back, enjoying the delighted shouts that came from them. The older one helped you walk— they held out an arm and escorted you down. The farmer’s family greeted you and asked if you had been fed. You entered the house, face dropping when you spotted the large sword over the mantle. The older boy who escorted you chuckled.

“We won’t hurt you. Used to be a soldier, fought under Karstark banners but I’m back for my parents. We only know allegiance to the just ruler.”

“It’s a shame what they did to your family,” the woman said.

“How—”

“The large wolf is hard to ignore.”

You chuckled. “This is Grey Wind.”

“The King in the North’s wolf? But they said they sewed his wolf’s head onto his body.”

“Darren!” His father scolded.

You almost collapsed, the old woman rushing to help you. Tears you hadn’t shed in weeks threatened to release themselves.

“What did they do to Robb?”

“The Frey beheaded him and they… sewed a direwolf’s head onto his body, parading it around. I’m sorry, I thought you knew.”

“The wolf was mine.”

“Lady Snow…”

The name made your head snap up. It had been so long since you heard that name.

“Stark,” you whispered.

“The marriage had already happened?” the woman asked.

You gave her a somber nod. “It was small. We were going to have a bigger one back in Winterfell.”

“If you don’t mind me asking… is that his—”

“Child? Yes.”

The man made a noise of disapproval. “They killed a man and left his pregnant wife to die. It’s not right, you don’t kill a guest you’ve invited into your home.”

The word home made the weak dam holding your tears back just collapse. You tried to apologize through tears, the family having none of that and assuring you it was fine. You blubbered about having no home to go to anymore, unsure of where the other Stark siblings were. The young girl— the youngest looking of her siblings— placed a hand on your stomach.

“We can be your home.” She looked back at her parents. “For now?”

The farmers nodded. “You can stay as long as you need. I’m afraid we’re not as fancy as you’re used to, Lady Stark.”

A teary, choked out laugh came from your throat. “I’ve been in the forest for months. This is a palace, it’s even better than King’s Landing.”

That made the family smile. Your face morphed into one of pain and the woman was by your side in an instant. You looked at the floor and back up at them.

“The baby,” you whispered before being rushed into a room with a bed.

Eddard Targaryen Stark was a healthy baby. A pleasant surprise when the months before his birth had been so tough on you. The family you were now staying with couldn’t get enough of the baby. Whenever you helped tend the field, one of the children inside was holding Eddard.

They had already started calling him Ned and Little Lord Stark. That brought a smile to your face every time you heard it. What stopped your smiles was whenever you focused on the top of his head. Ned still had newborn hair but you could already see in between the black was a streak of white hair.

The family hadn’t said anything about your hair, Targaryen white was so pale it could’ve been mistaken for the white of old age. Lots of soldiers, young, came back from battle with hair streaked white from stress and fear. All you had experienced since Ned’s beheading was stress and fear. All those events were your flimsy excuse to white curls streaked with black. But baby Ned, it would become obvious.

You would eventually have to tell the family you were with. They still hadn’t seen Shadow. You made a point to visit her every day where she stayed in the forest. Shadow was careful. Whenever you warged into her, you could see that. She stuck to flying super high out of sight if she was going far. Soon she too would be too big to hide from the family.

You were nursing Eddard when the eldest boy, Darren, entered. His mother, Fryda, and younger brother, Nestar, were with him. Darren placed a fur cloak in your lap. Your fingers traced the hard silver clasps shaped like wolves’ heads. You looked down and looked up at the boy.

“It’s King Stark’s. They’ve been selling Northern things for months now, Lord Walder finally decided to part with it. Roose Bolton had no desire to wear it.”

Fryda and Nestar presented you with other gifts. Your bow and arrow as well as Robb’s sword. You placed a hand on Nestar’s cheek.

“How much did this cost you all? You did not have to do this.”

“We did,” Fryda said. “They are yours. Those men who take it as their own have no honor, no shame.”

“I will pay you back.”

“Nonsense. You work here for nothing, saving us hours of tilling.”

“Eddard and I are two more mouths to feed. We’re lucky that Grey Wind can hunt for his own.”

“Little Lord is not eating us out of house and home, neither are you. Take the gifts.”

“I can never thank you enough. One day, I will. When Eddard is a bit bigger, I’ll go and come back with more than you could imagine. There’s riches to spare in a few places I know, I just have to be smart in getting them.”

“In Winterfell?” Nestar asked.

“Winterfell, King’s Landing, more.”

“Like Old Valyria?” Darren asked.

Your eyes went wide and he laughed. “I was one of the men at the wedding, my Queen. Right behind Lord Karstark, I wasn’t sure if you remembered me.”

“I’m sorry for not recognizing your face. Why did you not say something sooner?”

“You seemed like you didn’t want many to know.”

“Know what?” His father, Waylar, entered with the youngest two— both girls, Kylis and Rosyn.

You looked at Darren who nodded at you. With the whole family present, you cleared your throat to speak.

“Before I married Robb my last name wasn’t Snow, it was Targaryen.”

It was silent for a moment. Grey Wind, who had been curled by the fire, raised up. He was ready to defend you and Eddard— even from the children. Kylis ran to the window, confusing you for a moment. She looked out excitedly and then back to you.

“Do you have a dragon?”

You warged into Shadow and called her home. The thump of a dragon made the whole family gasp. They ran outside to see the large creature. Before you could yell at the children to be careful, they had already reached Shadow. You were prepared to warg into her again to keep her docile. But she let them pet her and try to climb her wings. Darren, Fryda, and Waylar stayed behind next to you. Adults always found a dragon terrifying. Slowly, with assurance from you, they approached Shadow as well.

“All my life,” Fryda started. “I never thought I’d see a dragon, let alone pet one.”

“The Queen of the Seven Kingdoms is back and a her little prince,” Darren said as he pet Shadow.

You shook your head. “Not anymore, isn’t that right, Eddard? That is not us.”

The family looked at you— Darren, Fryda, and Waylar sharing a look. None of them said anything but when back to petting the dragon.

(Part 8)...

#game of thrones fic #asoiaf fic #gendry x reader

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viatagrinner · 1 year

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Rio Ortiz. Propose to you. Chapter 3.

Premium End. His POV

Part 3/1

Throne Room.

(I've been working hard lately on my engagement to MC.)

MC's position in Castle Benitoite is by no means solid.

MC: I'm glad to hear that, but I have Prince Valerio.

Aristocrat: I know that, but if you're just a "lover," chances are good that the prince is just having fun.

(Until we get engaged, this sort of thing will go on and on.)

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Flashback:

There is no hesitation on Rio's part.

Rio needed to get royal approval for the engagement ceremony.

(The King is pretty nice to me, but when it comes to national business, it's a different story.)

King: You have to be aware of the current situation.

King: If you're in love, that's fine, but if you're engaged, it's a little complicated.

(.....Do we maintain an alliance with Rhodolite or turn to Obsidian?)

One of the powerful nobles is on Obsidian's side. King Alfio can't figure out if "a little spark will turn into a fire."

The King hints about the rumors associated with MC.

A marquise sent to Rio and a nobleman sent to MC.... behind this is one man.

The preparation for the "battle" came down to exposing the mastermind behind it and weakening the momentum of the opposing forces.

Rio: If I allay the king's fears, will he agree to be engaged?

King: .........

Rio: Father.

King: You don't usually call me father, no matter how much I'd like to.

King: Honestly, the strengthening of the alliance with Rhodolite has exceeded my expectations...

All the more reason for a king to refuse his beloved son.

Rio: I will not be a burden to you. I am going to secure the national interest.

Part 3/2

It takes ability to fulfill your own desires in a country with a commercial temperament.

In the past, Alfio, the King of Benitoite accumulated a fortune directly related to the national interest in order to bring his current wife, who was a commoner, to court.

(Most importantly, the engagement between me and MC is worth it.)

Rio wants MC's efforts to be appreciated.

The girl strangely hates being pampered. This is exactly the kind of gentle woman he fells in love with.

King: .....You found a good woman, didn't you?

Rio: Yes! She is the treasure of my life.

Flashback ended.

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It was important to create a place where the heroine and Rio could connect with the inspiration and a place where MC could play an active role.

Rio enlists the surrounding aristocrats as his allies and tracks down the "inspirer" behind the scenes.

For this reason, the prince sets the stage by throwing a party that the old "Valerio" would never have thrown.

Viscount: Isn't this woman the daughter of a commoner?

Rio: What's wrong with that? If she is what she is, I have nothing against it.

The rumor that MC is a commoner was spread by none other than Rio himself.

The man in front of the girl is just an accomplice.

Rio is not pleased to embarrass MC. But it's like with a cornered beast...

The girl wants to talk to the viscount herself. The prince is pleased. He has been waiting for this. MC was getting ready for the meeting, so Rio just needs to push her.

The heroine was able to change the nobleman's mind.

Viscount: Well, I think Your Highness and Lady MC are a great couple! I wish you all the best for many years to come!

Rio: MC, perhaps I underestimated you.

Thanks to the viscount's approval of the heroine and the fact that the girl was able to "suppress suspicions" that she was a commoner, then many began to seek her company to talk to.

If MC is considered valuable, for example, because of her connections to the royal house of Rhodolite, she would be accepted.

Benitoite is that kind of country.

(I wonder if it's time.)

(MC has done enough. Now it's my turn.)

Rio gets down on one knee.... The audience immediately roared.

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MC: Prince V-Valerio?

Rio: MC, I was wondering when to give this to you...?

Rio: Now I want to make a statement to the guests.

The prince took out of his jacket a small velvet box that he prepared a long time ago.

When MC saw it, her face reflected not joy, but utter confusion.

Rio still regrets that MC has suffered for three years because of that box.

Rio: MC, I want to be officially engaged to you.

Rio: From now on, I want to tell you that I love you every day, and I love you to the fullest.

The ring was completely in line with MC's tastes.

MC: ....It's perfect.

Rio: I would never go wrong with your size.

(I'm glad you're happy with me.)

Rio: Whether as a lover or a fiancée, the most important thing to me is that you are you, so it makes little difference.

Rio: But if my engagement with you can be a shield for your protection, I want to do it properly.

MC: But Rio...will Prince Valerio gain anything from our engagement?

Rio: Of course.

(Even at a moment like this, you don't think of yourself.)

He still remembers how he vowed to make MC happy because she was always kind to others.

(I'm very glad I met you.)

MC: From now on, forever and ever... Thank you very much.

Rio: MC, I love you so much!

Rio got up from his knees and hugged the girl. Without hearing the voices of the guests, Rio was so overwhelmed with happiness.

But he noticed the shadow of a man leaving the hall.

(I'll do anything to keep this happiness, as long as I don't feel guilty about it, right?)

(You gave me your life, and I want to fulfill my responsibility.)

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It was decided that the engagement ceremony would take place in the afternoon when the skies were clear blue.

The throne room.

Rio stands waiting for his fiancèe.

The doors open.

(She is usually a pretty woman, but today she is more beautiful than pretty.)

(She is so beautiful that I got nervous.)

An engagement ceremony is a ceremony to formally acknowledge the bride to the royal family.

Kneeling with MC before the throne, Rio listens to the admonitions of his father, King Alfio. The queen beside him smiles graciously.

The king confesses that he had doubts about the engagement...

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Rio recalls meeting with the man aka "The Inspirer" aka "The Man Behind the Scenes", who was against his relationship with MC.

(I also kept my promise to the King.)

Flashback:

The "Inspirer" left the party, Rio followed him.

Rio: No, I'm sorry. MC and I are too in love with each other, so I couldn't live up to your expectations.

The "inspirer" gets scared, and the prince wants to "give" him something.

Rio: Here is the original contract. Oh no, I had no idea that smuggling from Obsidian was taking place in our country.

Rio: The king was deeply saddened.

Rio: You can try to separate MC and me, but why don't you cleanse your own sins first?

Rio: However, by then MC and I will be husband and wife, won't we?

The "The Man Behind the Scenes", is exposed.

The flashback is over.

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Part 3/5

(It's a future we both hold in our hands.)

MC has shown her "worth" to the nobility, and the King has accepted the girl as Rio's fiancee.

At this point, the forces trying to keep the two lovers apart must slow down.

While he listens to his father, Rio thinks about the future.

(A future where MC and I can kiss and love forever in Benitoite...)

They signed the papers. Rio was delighted at the successful conclusion of the ceremony.

MC: Will you let me do the talking?

(...MC?)

King: You are now the prince's bride. You don't have to be so formal.

MC asks her to teach her how to behave in the Court.

MC: Prince Valerio always supports me...

MC: I also want to acquire the power to support Prince Valerio.

( ...It's my MC. How can my fiancée be so adorable?)

If his father and mother weren't there, he'd squeeze the girl.

MC: Could you teach me how to act like a royal fiancee?

The queen would be happy to help. She would also be happy to tell MC about Rio's childhood. There are so many cute and funny stories associated with him.

Rio: ..... I don't think that's necessary.

MC: I'm looking forward to it!

Rio is not excited. 🤣😅

Palace Corridor.

MC is surprised that the king recognized her so quickly.

Rio: It wasn't easy. You fulfilled the conditions of your power.

MC: Conditions?

(I don't dare talk about it. You're just being you.)

Rio: Now that we're officially engaged, I don't think anyone will try to break us up.

They were able to please people and prove that their love is real. And they only have one thing to think about right now...

Rio: Just think about getting happier and happier.

MC: I already have a lot of happiness...

(No. Not enough.)

(I'm sure I could make you happy and I'd still want more, more, more...)

Putting her hand in Rio's, MC smiled.

MC: Rio, thank you for loving me...

MC: It's Rio who needs to be much, much happier.

Rio: ........You're very sweet.

(Because you are.... I want to love you for life.)

Rio pressed his forehead against the girl's.

Rio: I love you, I love you so much I can't even come close to expressing how I feel.

Rio: So let's...

Rio: Let's be happy together.

MC: Yeah, I promise.

(Me and MC.)

(You're there for me, you love me... I couldn't be happier.)

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