#luckyvirgo

[batfambrainrot]

AURELICK + gold rush - lumen on wattpad, a dick grayson story.

[mellichors]

entry for @luckyvirgo's graphics contest

[aaronhotchstuff]

hey!! since tomorrow (12th) is my birthday and i recently hit 100 followers, i wanted to do a giveaway to thank everyone who has put up with me and all my oc/writing bullshit (lol), but i also wanted to see first if anybody is interested. that said, if this giveaway is something you’d like to see, please reply to this post or send an ask or message me (whatever you’re comfortable with) saying so! though, since i’m doing several challenges/events (and i’m like super behind lmfao) (also there’s school yikes), this will probably happen some time in november or december!

i’m gonna special mention the loml dina because i think we hit a new milestone at the same time and she did a post like this too!! congrats again queen, you deserve it <3

here are some of my garbage for reference

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i’ve made a lot more, but i’ll leave the specifics for the actual giveaway post! (that is if this doesn’t flop lol). just scroll through my edits tag if you’d like to see the rest.

tagging several of my followers; but please don’t feel obliged to reply if you’re not interested as this is just to spread the word! signal boosts are appreciated <33

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[thirtysomethingloser92]

Lithium Chapter 4

Prologue/ Chapter 1/ Chapter 2/ Chapter 3

Summary: “You’ve fallen in love with your best friend, unfortunately, he’s planning his wedding to someone else”. Warnings: Angst. Pairings: Steve Rogers/ Reader.

Part: 5/6

Runaway

The day you were leaving for Hong Kong was, in fact, probably the most uneventful and heartbreaking day of your life. Bucky had insisted on throwing a going away party, but there was no one that you really wanted to see. And the only person that you did want to see hadn’t spoken to you in over a week. Not since you laid your heart bare to him. Not since he rejected you.

Instead, you spent your last day and night in New York lazing around the apartment in your pajamas eating day old pizza and drinking whatever was left in the fridge. Your suitcase was oddly heavy when you loaded it into the back of the yellow cab. Bucky kept giving you tight, reassuring smiles. Small touches to let you know that it was going to be fine. You realized that you had no idea what you were going to do without Bucky in your corner. You gave him his own smile, looking around the street subtly to see if Steve was there. You were stupid though, you knew, deep down, that he wasn’t going to be there. He was getting married soon, of course, he didn’t have time for you. Tomorrow was going to be the rehearsal dinner, then the day after he was going to be Mr. Margret Carter. “You’re gonna rock it over there,” Bucky reached his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. The familiar smell of his expensive cologne filled your nostrils as you wrapped your arms around his waist, “But I’m gonna miss you,”

He held you tighter, pressing a long kiss into your hair before letting you go. You pretended not to see the tears in his eyes as you blinked back your own, “You keep safe. Make sure to Skype me every day,” You swallowed the lump in your throat, “I’ll miss you so much Bucky,” He placed his hands in his pockets and gave you a soft smile, “I’ll look out for him,” You swallowed deeply, “Thanks Buck,” The cab driver beeped his horn as Bucky stepped forward and opened the back door for you, “Call me as soon as you land,” You paused at the door and gave him another hug, “I’ll be seeing you,” He let you go and watched as you slid into the back seat, your handbag being placed by your feet. He closed the door behind you and banged on the roof of the cab to let the driver know that it was safe to go. Bucky gave you one final wave before the cab left the curb, driving you to the airport. He pulled out his phone, sighing at seeing the message from Steve and unlocked it. “She’s gone,” He replied to whatever the other man had sent him. Steve never replied.

The cab ride was long, a little too long thanks to the traffic, but nothing that you hadn’t already accounted for. Your fingers itched over the phone, your stomach telling you to call him. Call Steve and say your goodbyes. Who knows when you would get to speak to him again. But you kept placing the phone down on your lap, shifting in your seat as you watched the scenery pass you. Your eyes would watch as your phone lit up, notifications from your social media, but nothing from him. Were you being optimistic that he would contact you after a week of no contact? Yes. You had been friends for years, you had hoped that your declaration of love wouldn’t have ruined it for you.

But clearly, it had. You had obviously overstepped a line that day, and there was no coming back from that. As you arrived at the airport, you couldn’t help but feel so far out of your comfort zone. This was a whole new world you were stepping into. A part of you felt like you were finally growing up, but the other part of you was so scared and so nervous all you wanted to do was run away back to the apartment. Instead, you paid the driver, took your belongings, and made your way inside the airport. Just one step forward you kept reminding yourself.

You hoped that he would be there, that he would change his mind and come running through the airport calling your name the way they did in all those movies.

But who were you kidding? After everything? after that day in the apartment?

You thought, for a moment, that he was going to tell you that he didn’t want to marry her. That his lips were going to form the words that you longed to hear so badly.

But as usual, the universe hated you, and he walked away to his fiancee. Leaving you behind in your tears and a broken heart.

You continued to look around, ignoring the unfamiliar faces of the check-in line, trying to find that one face that made your heart stop and your stomach flutter. The lady at the gate asked to see your ticket and passport, a soft smile on her face. You handed them over, still looking around.

She passed you the items back as you hitched your carry-on bag higher on your shoulder, telling you to have a nice flight. You stepped towards the entranceway, the gateway that once stepped through, no-one from the outside world would be able to go in.

Your heart sank once you realized that no, he wasn’t going to be there.

In two days time, he was going to be saying his vows.

In two days time, he was going to be someone's husband.

You tried to hide the tears as they fell down your cheeks, keeping your head low as you sat in the waiting lounge. Ignoring the glance of the older woman sitting across from you, you wiped away your tears and pulled out a magazine to pass the time.

Anything to stop thinking about the way your heart was breaking. Your phone vibrated in your hand, your heart giving a small lurch at the familiar name on your screen. With shaking hands, you swiped to answer. “Steve,” You breathed out, standing up and walking away from the waiting area. “I just uh, called to say have a safe flight,” He replied. “I’m sorry Steve. For everything, I said that day. I didn’t,” You took a deep breath in, “I didn’t realize it would destroy our friendship like this,” There was silence on the other end before, “You didn’t destroy anything. You’re still my best friend. I still need you,” His voice choked up, “More than ever. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to see you off,” You needed to say it, even in the middle of the airport with tears falling down your cheeks, “I’ll miss you,” You whispered. “I-” Steve cleared his throat, you could hear him give a small sigh on the other end of the phone, “I'll miss you too” The call disconnected before you could reply, leaving you to stare at your phone with your chest aching and a  soft smile on your cheeks.

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[waynekents]

17 PEOPLE, 17 QUESTIONS!

saw this on @butterflyestate’s feed and thought i’d give it a go! 🤠 i only ever reblog on here so an actual post is a change lmao

nicknames: liv, livvie

zodiac: taurus, baby

height: fuck knows. 5”5’ maybe?

hogwarts house: hufflepuff!!

last thing i googled: alignment charts ((for my ocs bc i’m bored 😗✌️))

song stuck in my head: yellow hearts by ant saunders & american pie by don mclean

number of followers: 23

amount of sleep: either 4 hours or 10 hours. compromise is not an option

lucky number: 7

dream job: screenwriter or author

what i’m wearing: black spaghetti vest & leggings

favourite song: the kids aren’t alright by fall out boy or the wire by haim, there is no in between

favourite instrument: drums

aesthetic: ripped jeans and hoodies. the colour burgundy. loud music and bad language. karaoke in the car after midnight and late night conversations

favourite author: jandy nelson. her works aren’t necessarily my favourite books but her writing is gorgeous

favourite animal noise: the squeaky yapping my cat makes when he’s tryna talk to me (usually when he’s hungry or wants fuss). my other cat doesn’t talk to me she’s evil and hates humans

random: my best friend and i are weirdly in sync. we always seem to text each other asking a question that the other person was already thinking about beforehand. it’s borderline freaky

tagging: @nightswcng @penis-parkers @flamebiirds @luckyvirgo @padmesmainhoe @corafedora @rudethstyles @yooassbutt

y’all don’t have to do it ofc but i thought this was kewl 🤡🥴

[wondertroys]

7 & 12

#7 - Yes! I do have my own DC Universe where they either know of each other or have met before. Florence mainly interacts with Isla (my Kory OC) but she knows of Griffin.

#12 - I honestly can’t choose one, so here are three! I absolutely adore your gal Autumn Alita, Aurelia Hall from @luckyvirgo ‘s fic ‘Lumen’, and Abby Lance from @antigalactics fic ‘Homemade Dynamite’! And there are so many more that come to mind <3

[starscolliiide]

do you have any dick grayson fics recommendations?

aaaah i haven’t been actively reading for now bc of uni stress but i do have some of my fav fics by amazing writers and they are so so so good.

Viper by @/skatekitchen on wp — honestly i’ve fallen in love with each and everyone of her fics and this book is so good. this is my second favorite fic by her, after Drug (another masterpiece, btw) and must go and READ. the characterization of dick is literal perfection and the way they always meet in the subway is so cute??? i’m so in love with the story. i love Jude wholeheartedly, she’s so badass and deserves the world and Donovan is baby 🥺✨

Out of the ash by @/univrsus on wp — wow. wow. wowww. when i tell you this book is FUCKING AMAZING !!! miss valeria laurent ,the serpent society and the rivals and aaah no one’s doing it like her. her writing is just exceptional and she really puts a lot of thought into her characters and it really shows. the prologue is up and it’s so so so good. my favorite thing ever. it’s amazing, that’s all. the rest is confetti. ✨✨

Bad Blood by @stxrmborn on wp — enemies to lovers excellence aaaah!!! i had been waiting to read this fic for so long and oh my god.... it’s that good. the way iris is so amazing and hot?? yeah, the interactions between dick and iris is just wholesome and funny. i love love love this fic so much and oh my god dick’s hilarious in it. (we STAN this clown)

Dead alive by @/weakdevil on wp — rayna is my baby!!!!! the prologue is up and wow it’s so emotional and intriguing. the last line sent me chills i kid you not. you can feel what rayna’s going through and that just shows how stunning her writing is. amazing story, wholly gorgeous.

Burn by @/maIevoIence on wp — so i kinda get the vibe of Jenifer from Jenifer's body idk why??? i love it and yeah it’s thrilling and exciting. i adore the way elena writes and once again, amazing author aah

Lumen by @/luckyvirgo on wp — this has been on my reading list for days and i can’t wait for read it!!! the summary is incredible and also, we share the name so that’s coool?? also the cover for the book is spectacular. ✨

To Kill a Robin by @/tinkertaydust on wp — the second book on my reading list!!! again, it overall looks super cool and i can’t wait to read it soon.

also this fic hasn’t been posted yet.... stars still shine by @/nasaberry on wp oh my god kira sent me the summary for this fic and it’s aaah *chef’s kiss* i’m so excited for her book and very much glad we’re in our dick grayson bullshit right now. 🥺💓

[clarkimagines]

I was tagged by @locke-writes thank you!!

rules: tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better

Top 3 ships: this is a tough question, I think right now it’s finn x poe x rey from the recent Star Wars trilogy, max x liz from Roswell New Mexico, and lena x kara from Supergirl

Lipstick or chapstick: I typically go with chapstick

Last song I listened to: Primetime by Janelle Monáe

Last movie I watched: Ant Man and the Wasp

Last book I read: not to be a nerd but. The Universe in your Hand by Christophe Galfard

I’ll tag @imagining-imagines @imaginesbymk

@oneofakindimagines @cuddlememerrick @luckyvirgo @supervalcsi and anyone else who wants to do it!

[ollyoxenfrees]

METANOIA

a story by luckyvirgo ( cover by -voidlegends )

[wehaveathor]

LUCKYVIRGO COVERS

[mellichors]

GRAPHIC LOTTO DELIVERY — Firebird for luckyvirgo on Wattpad

[fleurdel]

"Nagbunga din Ang ating pagtitiyaga!" Thank God you listen to me not to stop on your studies! See you made it! We made it! I love you and I'm so proud of you, Stef! From the baby girl I once held, you have now become a very smart, pretty and accomplished woman. Always remain humble, service-oriented and God-centered. Perfect recipes of success and happiness. The goodness of the Lord is never ending' overflowing and never failing. Do believe that God makes all things possible. Whatever our struggles are, let us remember that every morning offers a new day to live. So, always wake up with a thankful heart and receive every blessings with a smile! #proudaunt #thankful #grateful 🤗😘 # #lifestreasures #luckymonkey #celebratelifemore #alwaysgrateful #alwaysbelieve #livelovelaugh❤️😃😇traveler #luckyvirgo🍀 https://www.instagram.com/p/Brse7-ZlL1C/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=skogc6j696i4

[ardentmuse]

37 with George Weasley? And congrats love! You’re a phenomenal writer!

The Perfect Potion

Harry Potter - George Weasley x Reader

37. I’d say it’s like 50 million simultaneous orgasms, but better.

Wordcount: 1.2k

Warnings: implied sexual content, kissing and flirting, lots and lots of fluff

Masterlist

A/N: Aww, thank you, sweet! I am so glad you think so and so happy to tackle this request for you. Georgie is one of my all-time favorites. I love his sweetness partnered with his confidence, his strange ability to tote the line between cocky and cute. He’s such a gem! 

“Babe, taste this,” called a voice from the back rooms of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes.

Most people couldn’t tell the twins apart with their identical hairstyles, similar dress, and duplicated mannerisms. But the one thing that had always made it clear to you who was who had been their voices. Fred had a jovial modulation, like he was ringleader to the world’s greatest circus and you were just hoping to be gifted a ticket. George, on the other hand, while still pleasant and chipper and just a tiny bit conspiratorial, had a slight throatiness, almost a rasp, the kind the reverberated in your chest when he held you close and spoke directly into your ear. It was the kind of huskiness – especially in these early sleepy hours – that sent shivers along your body.

The fact that this voice called you “babe” only added to the confirmation.  

You set Fred’s coffee down upon the counter and carried yours and George’s beverages with you into the cramped workspace George often hunkered down in before the store opened for customers.

When you entered, the room was surprisingly organized, only a few vials of ingredients, only some of which you recognized, set upon the counter beside the cauldron George was leaning over. The smell that permeated the room was intoxicating, like citrus and honey.

“Now what am I tasting?”

George turned around to offer you his brightest smile. He was surprisingly chipper these past few mornings; so different from the cuddle monster he could be sometimes when the morning light threatened your time together. Whatever he was working on, it was something for which he was taking great pride.

“I hope the most delicious thing your mouth has ever known,” George grinned, raising his wooden spoon to you.

Your eyes took in the vials beside him. One contained what looked like spider’s legs and the other something that looked like living smile, moving and molding to its container as it glowed a brilliant blue. You felt your stomach turn at the sight, but then you registered that smell again – that glorious, delectable smell – and you decided to ignore your vision. George loved you. He wasn’t about to poison you; at least not on purpose.

You took the steps towards your partner, the man you couldn’t help but love even when he was doing his best mad scientist routine. His smile only grew as you stood chest to chest with him. You handed him his tea as you took the spoon from his grasp, running your fingers up the length of his rose colored sleeve before plucking the object gently from his fingers.

You took in the liquid, a swirling mass of silver hue, and something in you yearned to taste it. Before you knew it, you had the spoon against your lips and the liquid tossed back down your throat.

The trail of it warmed your throat even though the liquid was cool. Your forehead knitted in confusion and your mouth fell open.

“That bad?” George asked, his fingers fidgeting with his cuffs.

You blinked back to your senses to address him, “I’d say it’s like 50 million simultaneous orgasms, but better.” You lifted the spoon and reached around George to dip it again in the cauldron. The tingle in your throat at the scrumptious potion was just dissipating and you needed to sense it again, to taste the fruity, sweet, sharp spark the liquid gave you.

Before you could reach the pot, George’s fingers wrapped around your wrist.

“Okay, okay, I think that’s enough now.” He pulled the spoon from your hands and set it back on the counter before holding your shoulders to look you in the eyes.

You pouted at him.

“What? I don’t want any more competition in the pleasing you department.”

You laughed heartily as his hands stroked you through your coat. The fall had truly hit now and the chill in the morning air made your daily beverage runs all that better for waking you up. George’s hands ran down your chest to find the buttons amongst the wool. He flicked only one before speaking again, his eyes growing lidded as he leaned into you.

“Perhaps I might dissuade of the lies that pretty little mouth of yours feels like telling, hmm?” He flicked another button and let his fingertips brush against your stomach underneath. “A man could get a little jealous if you keep talking about the products like that.”

Your breathing had grown short as his attentions and at the thrill of George showing you just the kind of pleasure he could give you that no potion could. But at the word, product, your eyes shot open and you took a step away.

“What’s about to happen to me, George? Am I going to grow a second head or start breathing fire?” Your fingers ran against your own lips as you clung tightly to your stomach. You never once thought about the consequences of tasting a Weasley concoction as it was usually followed immediately with an antidote once the desired effects were seen. But George didn’t seem eager to offer you any alternative. He only prowled forward, like an big cat stalking a drinking gazelle.

“What’s about to happen to you is your boyfriend is about to ravish you on top of this counter before we have to open shop.”

His hands found your waist again and pulled you flush to him. The hard expanse of his broad chest was a pleasant retreat for your frightened form.

“No weird effects?” you asked again.

“None,” he promised with a kiss to your nose, “Just a base I was working on, a treat for our anniversary that I thought I might apply to some love potions. Though if it tastes the way you say, then—“ George cut himself off for a moment as the red grew strong in his cheeks, hiding the beautiful freckles that decorated his face. He coughed a little before adding, “I mean, I know they taste the way you said. I modeled the taste after you.”

You raised your eyebrow to ask the question but George simply wouldn’t let you.

“No more talking, love. We have,” he looked up at the grandfather clock that stood in the corner, “seven minutes.” He lifted you up with ease unto the counter top, pushing away any remnants of ingredients that he may have been using.

One vial rolled towards you and hit your hip. You picked it up as George began trailing gentle kisses down your neck.

You read the label, “I taste like gurdyroot to you?”

George hummed against your neck, “Had to improvise.”

As he licked the skin of your collar bone, you felt a new kind of burn in your throat. Maybe you had been rash with your words before. Nothing felt better than the man before you. Not even magic could compare to him.

George moved to kiss your lips, you suddenly felt how short seven minutes truly were.

And it was only made worse when he whispered against your lips.

“Mmm, cloves.”  

All tags: @fangirlandnerd, @aerdnandreaa, @thisisbullshytt,  @cancerousjojian, @whovianayesha, @themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy, @luna-xxxxx, @sleepylunarwolf, @starryrevelations, @potter-thinking, @all-by-myself98, @bananafosters-and-books, @cutie-bug, @igotmadskills, @hazelandcoconuts, @yallgotkik

Harry Potter tags: @tessimagines, @0-lost-in-stereo-0, @whysoseriouspadfoot, @eldritchscreech, @luckyvirgo, @hellizhelusive2, @lexrius, @sapphireorchid, @amazingwonderlandnapkin, @garbdump

[thirtysomethingloser92]

Lithium Chapter 3.

Prologue/ Chapter 1/ Chapter 2/

Summary: “You’ve fallen in love with your best friend, unfortunately, he’s planning his wedding to someone else”. Warnings: Angst. Pairings: Steve Rogers/ Reader.

Part: 4/6

Confessions of a Broken Heart. 

You couldn’t speak. You felt like your mouth hadn’t had a drink for days like there was cotton in your mouth. What were you meant to tell him? Did you tell him the truth with the risk of it ruining everything? Or do you lie? Tell him that everything he heard was taken out of context? Your mouth opened and closed a few times. “Please,” He whispered, his eyes finally showing you that you needed to tell him the truth, he needed to know. Bucky’s words from a week before came to mind, he had a right to know.

“I love you okay. I’m in love with you,” You watched Steve take a sharp breath in, “and then you come back with a fiancee and I’m left trying to deal with these feelings that I’ve never had before and you think everything’s fine. But it’s not,” Tears welled up in your eyes, you could feel your heart beating out of your chest, “I can’t watch you marry her Steve. I can’t when I love you. Please don’t marry her,” Your final request came out as a whisper, your eyes darted to the ground. What the hell were you even thinking? You were being selfish at this point, not caring about the other woman in the picture, instead, you wanted Steve for you, you wanted him to love you back so badly anyone elses’ feelings in this didn’t even matter.

Tears had fallen down your cheeks as you looked down at the floor. You cursed yourself for feeling like a lovesick teenager. You brushed your hand across your cheeks to take the tears away but they continued to fall without your permission.

Steve looked at the crying girl in front of him and shook his head, “You can’t do this to me, not now. I’m getting married in two weeks, and you drop a bombshell like that on me?” He ran a hand through his hair and turned around, his shoulders rising and falling as if he was trying to keep his own emotions under check. “How long?” His voice was quiet.

You stayed silent, not trusting yourself to speak. Instead, you continued to wipe the tears from your cheeks. Mentally scolding yourself when they wouldn’t stop falling. You finally raised your eyes to meet his back.

“How long?” He raised his voice slightly.

You swallowed deep, clearing your throat before answering him, “I think it started before you left for London. And then you were gone and I never missed anyone the way I missed you. And yeah, just over time it grew into something more. For me at least,” You said quietly. Steve turned to face you, his face showing one of anger and sadness, he gave a sarcastic laugh, “You know? You’re my best friend. And I thought, I thought you were the one I’d be planning my wedding with. That you would love me the way I was so in love with you. But you know what? You never looked twice at me. Sure, we’d share a bed, we would go out together; we would act like a couple in those stupid UES stores but you never gave any indication that you might feel the same way,” Tears once again fell down your cheeks, “Steve-” You tried but he cut you off. “If you had asked me not to go to London I wouldn’t have. I would have done anything you had asked me too,” Steve finally looked at you, “I’m marrying Peggy. I love her,” He took your hand, “Not in the way I love you. I’ll always love you. Never doubt that. But Peggy, she deserves so much. She saw me when you didn’t. I won’t be the one to break her heart” He took a step back from you, “I’m sorry,” He turned on his heel and walked away, you didn’t look up until you finally heard the door slam. You swallowed deeply and tried to will the tears away. You had laid your soul bare to your best friend, you had told him everything your heart had longed to tell him for so long only to be rejected. And there in the middle of your lounge room, you found yourself sliding down the wall with your knees to your chest and tears falling down your cheeks.

It seemed like hours until Bucky returned with a Starbucks coffee for you. You barely even wanted to acknowledge him, you wanted to hit him, to yell at him. To scream at him. How dare he put you in that position, how dare he make you do that. It wasn’t his choice to make for you. You swallowed deeply and let out a shaky sigh, it wasn’t his fault. He was only trying to do what was best for you after all. For a moment, just a fleeting moment, you had hoped that Steve was going to call it all off when he told you that he also loved you, hope had blossomed in your chest. Only for him to tear it to shreds, taking your heart with him. Bucky seemed to know what was happening because he was silent. He had moved down the wall next to you and handed you the drink, a quiet apology on his lips. “I thought-” Bucky started before cutting himself off, shaking his head in disbelief, “I thought that he would have returned it. I really did. I’m-” He swallowed deeply and looked down, “I’m so sorry,” You took a small sip of the drink, wiping the tears on your cheeks with your sleeve, “It’s fine Buck. I know you thought that you were doing the right thing,” You gave a scoff, “At least now it’ll make going to Hong Kong a bit easier,” “You’re still going?” Bucky didn’t really sound shocked, he was more disappointed than anything. Nodding your head, you placed the coffee down by your side, playing with the lid and avoiding your friend’s eyes, “Yeah I’m still going. I love Steve, Bucky. And he now knows that and he’s still marrying her. I can’t watch that. Besides,” You nudged him slightly with your shoulder with a weak smile on your face, “At least you’ll have a place to holiday,” Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him, “You’ll always have a place here you know that?” He smiled gently at you, his eyes showing sadness. “I know Buck. I’m just sorry it had to be like this. I really am,” You gave a small laugh, “Why couldn’t I be in love with you instead?” Bucky gave a sharp laugh, “Cause that would be weird. It’d be like dating my strange younger sister who leaves her hair to clog the shower drain and dishes in the sink,” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “I promise you, it’s gonna be okay you know?” “I really hope so Buck,” You whispered back, “I really do”.

Steve wanted too, and God did he want too, listen to Peggy as she talked about their upcoming nuptials. The waterfront restaurant was perfect for the pair of them, her brown hair coifed to perfection, her red lips smiling gently at him; but he couldn’t bring himself to muster up the same enthusiasm. Not anymore. Instead, he continued to eat, pretending to be enthused with his food instead of his wife-to-be.  His stomach was in knots, he felt like he wanted to throw up every piece of food he was eating. He wanted to both yell and cry, but instead, he stayed silent, picking at his food with his fork and eating it. You loved him. He had waited so long to hear those words come from your mouth, but instead, they made him feel like punching a wall. He was so angry at you. How dare you say them to him before his wedding, before you left for Hong Kong. How dare you say the words he had spent years longing to hear you say one week and four days out from his wedding. He hated you so much at that moment. He should be excited, he should be happy; he had a beautiful fiancee, back in London they had a flat waiting for them. They were getting married in front of all their friends and family. Instead, he felt sick to his stomach. He loved you so much, he had loved you for so long. He barely remembers a time when he wasn't watching your every move as you danced around the kitchen of your shared apartment, a time when you would have a coffee ready for him every time he came back from his run, a time when your feet would rest upon his lap and he would find himself massaging them no matter how many times you told him that you hated your feet being touched. Peggy knew he wasn’t himself, she questioned him when he returned to the car after the confrontation; he put it down to pre-wedding jitters. Her brown eyes just glistened with a smile on her face. A hand reached over the table and grabbed his own, Peggy gave him a soothing smile, “Are you okay?” Steve turned his hand over and clutched Peggy’s as if it was a lifeline, “Always,” Except that he wasn’t okay. Not even a little bit.

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