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HEYYY!!! I’ve been reading you fanfics and there really good and I’ve been wondering if you can make a Colby x reader series were reader goes to a meet n greet and reader ask Sam and Colby if they can kiss her cheeks for a picture and Colby slips a note of his phone number into her back pocket . THANK U SOOO MUCH IF U DO THIS

I Like Your Tattoo

Colby Brock X Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: Yes By: Anonymous above

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,938

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Post Date: December 16th, 2022

Post Time: 4:13 pm

Summary: Reader goes to a meet and greet to meet the boys she believes saved her life. Colby may or may not take a liking to her when she says her favorite quote is “________”. Then she lifts her sleeve to show them two tattoos she’s gotten. A tattoo of her favorite quote along with a quote from Colby “_____” which shocks him, making him fall head over heels for her.

ANote: I have never really been to a meet and greet, I have been to events where you stand in a long line and wait for an autograph, but never a full on meet and greet. So with that in mind please please just kinda go with me for this one. I plan to just write what I’ve heard and seen from friends as well as adding in my non real meet and greets.

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!!

Y/n’s Pov:

I wake up to my alarm sound of Colby going off and groan before grabbing my phone. Instead of turning it off, I listen to it for a few minutes and I start to realize what today is. I finally turn it off as I look around the hotel room that I’m in as if in a daze.

A smile falls over my face and I grab a pillow shoving it to my face as I let a squeal out before throwing it back to the bed. Finally I get up and decide to start getting ready. I grab the shirt and pants that I had brought specifically for today.

I then grab my makeup bag and jewelry case before walking to the bathroom. I do a very simple makeup look, then change out of my pajamas and into my outfit for the day.

I put the nice tank top like shirt on:

before pulling the nice long sleeved shirt over the top:

Then I pull my sweatpants on:

I smile when I see my tattoo on my collarbone is on show. I quickly grab my sweatshirt and pull that over my head too now covering both tattoos in the process:

I smile when I deem myself fully ready. I quickly walk out of the bathroom and gather everything I’ll need for the day before heading out to my car.

I drive down to the shopping center where the meet and greet will be taking place. When I found out they were going to go to an OG meet and greet, I just had to get the tickets. So here I am, waiting to meet my saviors and I couldn’t be more excited, yet nervous all at the same time.

I quickly park my car and get out before heading to where the line should be. Slowly one by one, they let the small crowd of maybe a hundred to two hundred people through the doors of the small shopping center. Once inside, I smile as I see the big area that has all the merch.

I start to meander around and look at some of the merchandise. For a few minutes I look over the newest sweaters that they have out, but decide not to buy one. I walk a little ways more before finding the rings, I smile as I pick one up and slip it onto my finger.

“It looks good on you,” a voice speaks, making me look up to see who’s talking to me.

“Oh! Thank you!” I say in shock as I see Kat standing behind the table.

“You're welcome. You should get it. Colby designed it off of his own. Maybe if you have one, he’ll notice when you meet with him,” she sweetly tells me and I grin as I nod at her, making her laugh.

“Sorry. I must have shocked you. I didn’t mean to. I just came over to talk with the merchant about the possibility of stock running out,” she Expands and I nod again.

“No. Don’t worry, you didn’t shock me at all I- just wasn’t expecting to see you. I’m a huge fan,” I tell her and she smiles at me.

“Ahh. Ok. I can help you with buying that if you’d like?” she inquires as she points to the ring.

“Oh. Yes, please, if you could,” I agree as I slip the ring off and hand it to her.

“Of course. Let me go ask Sarah if she can ring it up,” she tells me as she takes the ring from me.

“Thank you!” I shout as she walks away, making her turn back to me.

“You're very welcome,” she says with a nod before turning around and leaving.

I stand there waiting for a while and soon it starts to warm up a little, so I take off my sweater before tying it around my waist. After it’s off I can breathe a little better and I find myself taking my long sleeve off too before lightly tying it around my waist as well. Just as I finish tying it around myself Kat walks back over with another girl making me look up at them.

“Hi! I’m Sarah. Kat tells me you’d like to buy this ring?” she asks as she holds it up for me to see and I nod.

Sarah hands me a card reader and I pay for the ring. Once I’m done paying Sarah hands me my receipt and I give her a small thankful smile. I then put my card along with the receipt away in my wallet. Last I put my wallet back in my crossbody bag before looking back up to Kat.

“Nice tattoos. Colby said that one,” Kat notifies me as she points to the quote on my collar bone.

“Yeah… it’s my favorite Colby quote. It’s one of the many quotes that saved my life. That’s why it’s on my collar bone. Close to the heart,” I tell Kat and she grins before someone comes up next to her, whispering something to her.

“Ok. I’ll be there in a sec,” she promises the person who nods before walking away.

“Ok. Well, apparently Sam needs me. It was nice meeting you…” she says as she turns to me and pauses.

“Y/n,” I provide my name for her and she nods.

“Well, y/n, it was really nice to meet you. You’ll have to tell me more about your tattoo later,” she tells me with a smile and I nod.

“Of course. It was nice meeting you too, Kat,” I agree with her and she smiles once more before turning around.

“Would you like me to wrap the ring for you?” Sarah proposes, making me shake my head as I take the ring and slide it back onto my finger.

“Nah, I think I’ll just wear it. Thank you for your help,” I inform her and she nods, smiling.

I then walk over to the little food cart that’s sitting just across from the merchandise table and get into the line. It takes a few minutes before I finally get up to it and order my food. I grab it from the person with a smile as well as a small ‘thank you’ before walking over to one of the small tables.

As I sit down, I look at the time and smile when I see it’s just about time for the boys to actually come out. I quickly open up the food from its packaging and eat it. I drink some water to wash it down and just as I’m finished eating, people start lining up where the line would be.

I smile as I get up and throw my garbage away before getting in line as well. I look at the people in front of me and realize I’m maybe only about twenty people away. As I wait, I slowly start to get antsy and drum lightly on my thigh.

The line moves slowly as one by one I get closer and closer. My nerves start to play with my head and my palms get sweaty the closer I get. Suddenly the twentyish people before me are now ten and I swallow when I catch a glimpse of the back of Colby’s head.

It then suddenly gets warmer and warmer as I get closer, now only about five people in front of me. Before I know it, I’m frozen at the front of the line as Colby turns around with a big smile on his face.

“Hi. What’s your name?” he asks me and I gulp, making him chuckle.

“You can come closer. We won’t bite,” Colby promises with a soft smile.

“Well actually he might, but I definitely won’t,” Sam jokes as Colby holds his hand out to me and walks me over.

“Sam! Ok… he’s right, I definitely do get bitey the more testy I get, but I promise you I won’t bite you,” Colby jokes and I smile at him as I laugh.

“Don’t worry, I don’t bite either,” I coyly respond and Colby lets out a loud laugh as he throws his head back.

“Now that we’ve all established none of us will bite, what's your name?” Sam queries just as the door to the left opens.

“Y/n! It’s so nice to see you again,” Kat beams as she walks over and pulls me into a hug.

“Oh, you know her?” Sam questions with a raised eyebrow and Kat nods as we pull back from our hug.

“We met at the merch table earlier. Bought that very ring she’s wearing now,” Kat explains as she points to the ring on my finger.

“Yeah. I told her how I really liked the design…” I enlighten them with a light blush as Colby grins.

“Hey. Is that a tattoo?” Colby asks, pointing at the tattoo on my arm and I grin, nodding.

“Can I read it?” he asks and I nod before he lightly grabs hold of my arm to look at it a little closer.

“The heart may be weak and sometimes it might give in, but I've learned that deep down there's a light that never goes out,"

~ Sora

Colby reads it out loud and slowly starts to grin. His eyes light up and Sam smirks.

“That’s from Kingdom Hearts. I believe Sora said it, didn’t he?” Colby playfully questions even though it’s clear he already knows he’s right and I nod, smiling at him.

“That he did. It’s my favorite quote from all the games. It has inspired me to never let my light go out. To let it shine no matter where or what I’m doing,” I explain and Colby seems to get excited.

“Mine is-” Colby starts to quote his favorite quote and I smile.

“Don’t assume that your dreams are just a fantasy,”

~Sora

Me and Colby quote it at the same time. He smiles as do, getting even more excited that I even knew that.

��How’d you know that was my favorite?” Colby asks and I roll my eyes.

“Umm, hello? Super fan. You said it back in your old Q&A video from Kansas,” I remind him, making his eyes widen as me and Sam laugh.

“That was so long ago!” Colby comments in shock and I giggle, nodding.

“How long have you played Kingdom Hearts?” he asks and I grin even more.

“Oh boy, you’ve got him started now…” Sam quips with an eye roll, making me and Kat laugh.

“Don’t worry, he can talk KH with me any day. I’ll gladly talk about all the cutscenes for hours as well as watch through them thousands of times,” I inform Sam and his eyes widen.

“Colby, brother, she's perfect for you,” Sam tells him as he pats him on the back and I blush.

“Well, I don’t know about that…” I shyly shake my head as both Sam and Kat nod like it’s an understatement.

“Honey. You definitely are. Saying you're perfect might be an overstatement because nobody's really perfect, but you really do seem to mesh right with Colby,” Kat agrees with Sam and I blush.

“Well, thank you, that's very nice of you to tell me. But if you ever wanna talk KH and have nobody else to talk to about it, just hit me up,” I confidently tell him with a soft smile and he nods excitedly.

“Also to answer your question, Colby, I’ve been playing since the first one came out back in 2002,” I explain and his eyes widen.

“You’ve been playing a lot longer than me then…” Colby trails off in astonishment and I smile, nodding my head.

“Yeah… me and my very much older Disney-loving cousin were absolutely obsessed with it the first time playing it. Stayed up all night, even at the age of four I was immersed in it,” I explain my past with a nostalgic tone and Colby smiles even bigger, if that’s even possible.

“I bet your parents were happy your cousin kept you up like that,” Sam jokes and I laugh, nodding my head.

“Oh, they did. I’ve been told many stories of how when he’d visit, we’d sneak downstairs to play and my parents were always furious the next morning,” I tell Sam and he laughs, giving a small ‘gold’ in response.

“That’s what made me the gamer I am today actually. If it weren’t for my cousins, I don’t think I’d be much into video games at all,” I inform and Sam smiles softly as he nods.

“Then I found out Colby liked the game and it just was so awesome to know one half of my favorite duo liked the same thing as me,” I tell them and Colby smiles at me.

“So how’d you find us?” Colby questions and I giggle.

“It’s actually a really funny story. So when you two first started out I had known of you, but didn’t really get into the fandom till like maybe 2016ish when I was losing all my will to live…” I explain, but trail off at the end, not wanting to ruin the mood.

“Awe, what happened at that time?” Sam asks and I smile softly.

“At that time I had just moved, didn't really have very many friends and was bullied a lot. By a lot I mean like a lot,” I expand as I playfully roll my eyes, making Sam chuckle.

“But then I found you guys and got more into your videos again. They made me laugh so hard. You guys gave me the will to push on. Not to mention all that you did with wanting to just make a difference,” I tell them with a grin and Colby smiles.

“Is it ok if we give you a hug?” Colby asks and I nod my head immediately.

“Definitely,” I agree with them, making them both smile.

Colby pulls me in first from the right and Sam comes closer from the left. They hug me for a moment and I just sink into the warm feeling they give off. I relax for what feels like only really a minute before being snapped out of the little taste of heaven.

“Now that’s too cute,” Kat comments with a grin as she pulls out her phone and snaps a picture.

After she takes the picture we pull apart and Sam notices my other tattoo. Colby walks over to the side with Kat for a moment and she nods before jogging off. Sam pokes the tattoo as he reads it, making me giggle.

“Hey! Colby said that one,” he comments and I smile, nodding.

“Yeah. It was one of the moments he inspired me,” I tell him with a soft smile.

“What’d I say?” Colby asks as he walks back over and I smile.

“Her other tattoo…” Sam tells him as he points it out on my collar bone.

“You think it's over, everyone important in your life has never stayed. Little do you know, I'll always be close by. Forever. And nothing will ever change that”

~Colby Brock

“Hey. I tweeted that,” Colby acknowledges after he reads it.

“Yeah. You didn’t know it, but that was a really bad day for me and you tweeted it just when I needed it… stopped me from a very bad choice…” I choke out as I flash back to the memory.

“Hey. Hey. It’s ok. I’m really glad I was able to stop that choice. You seem like someone I’d love having around,” Colby tells me as he rubs my back lightly and I smile softly at him while wiping just under my eye.

“Thank you. Not a lot of people have told me that,” I choke out and he frowns.

“Well, all the people that left you behind made a huge mistake,” Colby comments with a soft smile as his hand continues to lightly rub my lower back, making me relax faster than I ever have before.

“Sam, I sadly don’t have one from you. But I was wondering if before I leave, today you’d write one out for me?” I ask him as I turn to him and he gives me a shocked look.

“I mean, yeah. I can definitely do that,” he tells me in a choked tone and I smile softly at him again.

“Where’d Kat go?” Sam questions as he looks around for his girlfriend.

“Oh. Uh, she’s grabbing something from the back room for me,” Colby states as he looks away shyly and I giggle.

“Ok. Well in the meantime while she’s gone, do you wanna pose for official pictures?” Sam asks and Colby nods.

“Ok. Let’s do it,” I agree with a grin as Sam motions to the camera guy that we’re ready.

The camera guy stands up from his chair in the corner and walks over to us. He stops by the camera along with his whole setup that’s next to it.

“Ok. So when you do pose, I want you,” he explains pointing to me, "To be on that red line right there. Got it?” He points to the line and I look down at it.

“Yup. I got it,” I tell him with a nod before stepping on the spot.

“What poses do you wanna do?” Colby asks me and I grin.

“Can we do one with each and then one all together?” I ask and Sam and Colby both nod.

“Yeah. We can totally do that. Who do you wanna take a picture with first?” Sam asks and I shrug.

“I’m good with whoever. I love both of you so I don’t care,” I inform them and they both smile while looking at each other.

“Colby seems to want to go first, so I’ll let him,” Sam jokes with a chuckle and I smile, nodding as he steps off to the side for a moment.

“Ok. What pose?” Colby asks with a grin and I giggle, shaking my head.

“I don’t know. I only had one planned and that’s the one with both of you,” I inform him and he chuckles, rubbing his hands together which only makes me giggle more.

“Ok. How about just a hug? Or how about this…” Colby thinks out loud before trailing off.

He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me from behind. I immediately relax into him and a soft grin falls over my lips as he laces our fingers together before laying them over my stomach. He then lays his head directly on my shoulder and smiles.

“This ok?” he asks and I only nod, not able to fully find my words.

“Y…y…yeah. It’s more than ok,” I tell him with a smile, making him grin.

“Ok. That’s the pose?” The camera guy asks, making both me and Colby nod in confirmation.

“Ok. On three then,” the camera guy tells us as he leans into the camera.

“One… two… three,” the camera guy shouts as he starts to take the pictures. He takes a few before standing back up fully.

“Ok. Good. Next pose?” he tells us and we smile, nodding.

Colby pulls away and I fight the urge to frown at the loss of his body heat. Sam walks over and gives Colby a funny look that makes me giggle before Colby walks off to the side now. As Colby stands off to the side, I can see Kat walk back, handing him something as they whisper back and forth.

“Ok. Do you have any idea on a pose for us?” Sam asks and I giggle, shaking my head again.

“Nope. Like I told Colby, I only had the one with all of us planned,” I inform, reiterating what I’d said before and he smiles, nodding.

“Ok. How about a piggy back ride?” Sam asks and my eyes widen.

“Is that good for your back after you broke it?” I ask him and he smiles.

“Yeah. I should be fine. It’s mostly all healed now,” he informs me as he pats his own back and I smile.

“Ok. If you’re ok with it,” I hesitantly agree and he smiles as he crouches down.

I hop onto his back and he wraps his hands around my legs. I smile as I wrap my arms around his neck and he smiles as he turns to the camera.

“That’s so cute!” Kat shouts out to us and we both turn to grin at her.

“Ok. Are you guys ready?” The camera guy asks, making us both nod.

“Ok. On three again,” he tells us as he once again leans down to the camera to take the pictures.

“Ok. Good. Now one or two all together, yeah?” he asks as he stands back up again.

“Hold on. Stay up there,” Colby tells us as I start to hop off Sam’s back and he comes over.

“Why?” I ask and Colby smirks.

“I’ve got another pose idea,” Colby informs us as he helps Sam make sure I’m not slipping.

“Ok…” both Sam and I agree with a few chuckles as Sam shrugs when I give him a questionable look.

Sam keeps me up on his back and Colby stands off to the side. Colby then nods to the camera guy, who smirks and nods.

“Ok. On three…” he tells us again before getting ready to take the picture.

“Y/n, look at me,” Colby tells me and I do as he tells me.

The camera flashes just as Colby pulls me down and gives me a light kiss. The camera flashes a few more times before Colby pulls away with a smile. I blush as I hop off Sam’s back, who smirks.

“I thought you guys only did show kisses?” I ask and Colby chuckles, shaking his head.

“Normally we do, but you're special,” Colby tells me, making me blush some more.

“Well thank you,” I say shyly and he smiles at me.

“Ok. Next pose?” The camera guy prompts and Colby grins.

“I have another idea if that’s ok. I actually have a few more,” Colby explains and I grin, nodding.

“I’m good with whatever,” I tell him and he grins before grabbing my hand.

“Ok. Sam, you stand in front of her,” Colby tells Sam, who nods and does as he tells him.

“Y/n, hug him from behind,” Colby tells me and I giggle as I reach up on my tiptoes while wrapping my arms around Sam’s neck.

“Ok. What now?” I ask and Colby smirks.

“This…” Colby trails off before he wraps his arms around my waist and cuddles close.

“Ok. Are you guys ready?” The camera guy asks and Colby nods at him.

“Ok. As all the other times, on three,” the camera guy tells us again before he leans down to the camera.

“Ok. Good! Two more poses, yes?” The camera guy questions as he stands back up straight and Colby nods as we all pull away.

“Ok. Last idea of mine,” Colby tells us, getting a nod from us.

“Sam, I want to just kinda join. Hug her from the side or back,” Colby tells him and he nods.

Colby then pulls me into a semi-hug, keeping a hold of my hand. He then leans his forehead to mine and I instinctively close my eyes to hide the tears that start to make way to my eyes. Sam then also grabs onto my hand and just hugs me from the side, leaning his head softly on my shoulder.

“Ok. Ready?” The camera guy asks and I feel Sam nod.

The camera guy takes a few shots of this pose.

“Ok. Good. Last pose?” he asks again as he stands up to look at us.

We all break apart and I open my eyes. Colby smiles softly at me as he rubs my arm lightly.

“Can you give us one minute, James?” Colby asks and James nods with a soft smile.

I wipe my eyes as more tears start to cascade down my cheeks and I shake my head. I see out of the corner of my eye as Sam walks over to Kat. She smiles as he walks over to her and they start to talk back and forth.

“Hey. You’re ok…” Colby whispers to me now that we’re somewhat alone, he pulls me into a hug and rubs my back.

“I’m sorry. I told myself I wasn’t going to cry today. That I’d be, like, super cool,” I tell him and Colby’s quick to start hushing me softly.

“Hey. No. It’s ok to cry. You're human. It happens,” Colby tells me as he continues to rub my back for a few minutes as I slowly start to calm down.

“Thank you,” I say with a smile at him and he nods.

“Of course,” he replies with his own grin.

“Ok. Are we ready now?” James questions when he sees us smiling.

“Yeah. I think we are,” Colby tells him as he side-eyes me and I nod at him.

“Ok. What pose was it you wanted to do?” Sam inquires as he rubs his hands together while walking back over after Colby had waved him over.

“I was thinking we could have me in the middle with both of you guys on my sides, hugging me and kissing my cheeks,” I tell them with a light blush, making them chuckle and nod.

“Yeah, we can do that,” Sam agrees with a smile and nod.

“Hold on a moment,” Colby tells us as he holds up a finger.

He then walks over to Kat and they whisper to one another for a few moments, before Kat pats him on the back. She gives him what seems like an encouraging smile and he hesitantly nods before walking back over to us.

“Ok. I’m ready now,” Colby informs and I smile softly at him.

Colby pulls me in from the left and Sam comes up hugging me on the right. I giggle as Colby gives my side a little tickle before they both kiss my cheek and I grin.

“Ok. On three, one last time,” James explains to us as he slightly bends to the camera again before taking a couple.

“Ok. Good. You’re all done,” James notifies us as he stands straight once again.

“Your pictures will be sent to your email,” he informs me and I nod, smiling at him.

“Thank you, James,” Sam speaks up with a nod at James.

James nods back before going back over to where he was previously sitting when I first walked up. Sam and Colby both pull away and again I have to fight a frown as I realize my time is up. Kat comes over and pulls her phone out.

“I’d like to hang out with you sometime, y/n. Do you think I could get your number?” Kat questions me as she holds out her phone to me.

“Yeah. Sure. I’d love that too,” I agree with Kat as I take her phone and put my number in.

“Well, I’ll text you soon,” she promises as she takes the phone back.

“Ok. I look forward to it,” I tell her with a grin before turning to Sam and Colby.

“Sam, can I get a quote from you?” I ask and he grins, nodding.

“Yeah. Kat, hon, do you have paper of some sort?” he asks her and she nods before pulling a small ripped up paper from her pocket.

She hands the paper and a pen to him and he grabs Colby by the arm before spinning him around. Colby rolls his eyes with a playful scoff as Sam uses his back to write it down. He quickly finishes writing before handing Kat the pen.

“Ok. Done,” Sam tells me as he hands me the paper and I look down at it as I read over it.

“You can't change the world but you can change how you see it,”

~Sam Golbach

“Awe, Sam… I love it. It’s definitely a good reminder,” I tell him with a smile and he shrugs as he puts his hands in his pockets.

“I know. It’s even good for me sometimes,” he agrees with me.

“Ok. Well before I go, can I get one more hug?” I ask the boys and they both smile, nodding.

I walk over to them and Sam pulls me into a hug first. He hugs me tight for a second and I hug him back just as tight.

“You got this. It may be bad some days, but just remember on those days that it’s all only temporary,” Sam whispers to me and I nod as I try to keep my tears at bay.

He pulls back from the hug and smiles softly at me before stepping off to the side. Colby grins as he steps up and pulls me into a hug.

“I promise you’ve got this. You're a great person and I’d really appreciate getting to know you. I know a lot of people have left you, but think of it this way. It’s not your loss, it’s theirs,” Colby informs me and I nod, hugging him a little closer.

“Thank you. Really, that means the world to me,” I whisper to him as I cuddle my face into his neck.

I cuddle into him just a little more and try to commit his smell to my vivid memory. After a few moments more, Colby pulls back and I fight the feeling that rises up inside me at the loss of his contact. I then turn to see Kat smiling at me with her arms open and I giggle, shaking my head.

“This really was a dream come true,” I tell them as I walk over and hug Kat as well.

“We loved meeting you, too,” Kat tells me with a grin as she pulls back.

“Well. I hope we meet again someday,” I admit as I start to walk back the way I had come.

“Don’t worry, we will. I’ll make it happen,” Kat promises and I smile at her.

“And I wholeheartedly believe you will,” I reply and she smiles at me.

I turn around and start walking out with a grin on my face. I turn back one last time to look at them and I catch Colby watching me. I turn back around and smile as I walk back to my car.

Once back at my car, I get in and let out a happy sigh. I sit in the driver's seat and just soak in what had just happened. I can’t help but let out a little happy squeal before calming down and turning on my favorite playlist.

As my music turns on, I grin as Skin starts to play and I giggle, shaking my head in slight disbelief. After starting my car, I pull out and start driving back to my hotel for the night. As I drive, I listen to my music and happily sing along the whole way back.

Before I know it, I’m walking back into my room and my smile still hasn’t gone away. I sigh again as I put my bag down before heading to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, I decide to change back into my pajama pants and as I start to pull my pants off, I hear something like a crumpling sound.

In confusion, I put my hand in the pocket thinking it’s just my receipt from the ring, but then I remembered that I’d put it in my wallet. Still confused, I pull the small piece of paper out of my pocket and unfold it before reading over it.

“I would really like to hang out sometime :) I think you’re really beautiful. Text me? Maybe we can set up a time to meet up. (557)846-2694

~Colby

I stare at it for a moment in confusion before trying to figure out if it’s real. It’s only after a few minutes that I realize this is the paper that Kat had handed him earlier on. I let out a giggle of disbelief for a moment before snapping out of my shock.

I quickly race back out of the bathroom into my room and over to my purse. I roughly pull my phone from my purse and pull up a new text feature. It takes me a moment of staring at the phone before I think of what to say.

“Hi 😁. Thank you for the compliment ☺️. I would absolutely love to meet up somewhere. Just let me know when you’re free and what day 😊,” I reply and quickly hit send before I can second guess myself.

I then wait with baited breath for his response, and when it doesn’t come right away, I decide to find something else to do until it does. So I busy myself with drawing on my iPad and do that for a solid few hours before getting bored. I turn my iPad off and sigh before grinning and deciding to play on my PS4 for a bit.

I turn it on and the screen comes to life. I quickly toggle over to my games file and look through them. A smirk falls over my face when I see Kingdom Hearts and I make a split second decision to play it.

Just as I get to the first cut scene of Axel eating ice cream with Roxas, my phone goes off. I quickly pause the game and pick up my phone.

“Hey! Glad you messaged me 😁. I was a little nervous you wouldn’t. You’re very welcome for the compliment, it’s only true 😉. Cool. Would you possibly be free Friday night? 😌” I read over his reply and blush lightly before clicking on the type box.

“Yeah. I’m free Friday ☺️,” I reply and immediately his next message pops up.

“Well now you're not. I’m taking you to dinner 😉,” I read it before giggling and shaking my head.

“Ok. I’ll make sure it’s on my calendar 😉,” I reply and I can’t help but grin very wide as I see the three dots pop up.

“Great! So… what are you doing right now?” I read over it and giggle before a smirk falls over my face.

“I may or may not be playing KH right now…” I type out and send it and again the three dots immediately pop up.

“No way! Which one?” he asks and I giggle again.

“Yes way. Four. I just got it about a week ago,” I tell him and it’s like I can feel his excitement when I read over his next text.

“Dude. Four is awesome. How far are you into the game?” he asks and I laugh, shaking my head.

“Day eight, the cut scene of Axel and Roxas getting ice cream. I haven’t really had much time to play,” I reply and smile when the dots pop up again.

“I gotta go, but let’s talk more later,” Colby replies and I smile at the thought he wants to keep talking to me.

“Ok. I’ll see you Friday ☺️,” I say my goodbyes with a smile on my face.

“See you Friday 😉,” he replies and I blush when I see the winky emoji.

Once the last text comes through, I close my phone and pick my controller back up. I press play and continue to play, but find it hard to as I can’t help but think of the upcoming Friday. That’s how my day ends, me happy playing KH which thoughts of what’s to come.

The End…

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tashacee · 4 months

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Thought randomly popped in my head after you mentioned you ised to be in The Witcher fandom: how would Geralt react to the Hero's Aspect AU?

Oh man writing this was so much fun

School of the Cat

Geralt sighed as he made his way through the forest. This was ridiculous. He had no idea why he was doing this. He was wasting his time and he’d be the laughing stock of Kaer Morhen if his brothers knew.

Jaskier had come running up to him in a fit of panic, having gone to take a whiz in the night.

“GERALT!” He’d shouted. “There’s a giant cat man monster in the woods!”

Geralt had… not really known what to say about that. Except that giant cat man monsters categorically did not exist. But Jaskier didn’t seem very pleased by this response.

Which was why he was now walking away from their camp and into the woods, in search of a

He sighed. Was he really doing this?

…in search of a giant cat man monster.

For fucks sake. Jaskier probably startled a badger or something. This was ridiculous.

But here he was regardless.

He rolled his eyes. Five more minutes and he was heading back to camp. Back to his nice warm bedroll and a bit of blessed sleep.

To his left, something cracked. Geralt whirled around, his pupils dilating to see better in the darkness and-

Well shit.

That was a giant cat man.

Huh.

Geralt wasn’t too sure about the ‘monster’ part. The guy was big, sure, but he was also well dressed with some nice jewellery and his hair was brushed and tied back.

The cat man was holding up his hands as if to show that he wasn’t dangerous, his eyes wide and blue as he looked at the Witcher.

“Uh.” Geralt said. Shit, he was no good with people. “Hello.”

The cat man looked relieved, his tail - wow okay yes he had a tail - coming out from where it had been tucked between his legs.

And he… started gesturing.

Fuck.

Geralt was pretty good at languages. He was pretty good at sign. He understood common sign, both varieties of hen llinge sign, he even had a pretty strong understanding of dwarven sign.

This was none of those.

Uuuuh…

Geralt tried common and then both variants of elvish to see if the cat guy understood him. But he only looked confused and gave a frustrated meow - and fuck, THAT was not the sound he expected to come from this seven foot tall cat man.

Catboy tried what was clearly a different variant of sign. Then another. Then- FUCK!

Geralt barely rolled out of the way in time as the cat man made the sign for Igni and a jet of flame shot out from his hands.

In fairness, though, he seemed fairly horrified by it himself, letting out a screeching yowl and scrambling backwards and tumbling to the ground. Well, at least it hadn’t been intentional. Clearly. Though Geralt had NO idea what language he was trying to use if he’d accidentally signed Igni.

The cat man was doing something else- fumbling at the offending arm and -

What the FUCK?

He literally. He. He ripped his arm off. And threw it into the underbrush, yowling.

“Hmm.” Said Geralt, slowly standing.

The he cat man was still sitting in the undergrowth and looking suitably freaked out, which was fair. He was clutching at his shoulder where he had pulled his arm off and - ah. Yes. There was a stump there with an old scar cutting through the fur. The arm must have been a prosthetic.

Geralt stooped and picked it up from where it had been thrown, and immediately his pendant began to hum. Hmm. A magical prosthetic then - that would explain how it moved so well at least. L

He turned to the cat man and held it out.

“I’m Geralt.” He said “want your hand back?”

The cat man nodded meekly and took the arm back, purring in thanks as he slotted it back into place. Fuck. How on earth had Jaskier ever mistaken this guy for a monster? He was quite literally a pussy cat!

“Fuck.” Geralt said, because that was essentially his version of ‘hello’. Looked like he’d made a new friend. “You can… come back to our camp if you want? Till you find… whoever you’re looking for?”

The cat man perked up and nodded. This was going to be fun.

Jaskier at least had the good graces to be embarrassed by his earlier reaction and began to dedicate himself to trying to figure out what their new friend was saying.

They were more successful than Geralt expected. Jaskier managed to figure out that the catman was called Wild and that he was looking for his brothers. And Wild, as an apology for startling him, began to cook.

And DAMN he could cook. Geralt wasn’t sure he’d ever had food this good.

Wild could stay. It was official. He was wonderful. If his brothers never showed up Geralt wouldn’t be too mad, as long as he got to eat like this again.

But of course, all good things must come to an end. Wild’s brothers showed up and were categorically NOT cat people. As it turned out, neither was Wild, normally, apparently he just fucked around with a cursed object and found out.

Still, the week they’d spent travelling with Wild had been a fun one, and he’d been sad to see the big guy go. Not just because of the food, though that had definitely been a bonus, but because he’d actually been a fairly chill guy.

Geralt smiled as he rode off. At least Wild had managed to leave something with him. The strange slate at his hip had been able to create pictures more detailed than the finest oil painting and he had taken one of him, Geralt, and Jaskier one night. They’d been halfway through eating and both the Witcher and the Bard looked fairly surprised, but it was a fantastic picture. And Wild had managed to materialise a copy and gift it to him.

And Geralt knew that while all things must end and everyone eventually parts ways, he’d treasure that picture forever.

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Day 26- Hanging Stockings

Fandom: Call Of Duty:Modern Warfare 2 / 3

Character: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish

Naughty or Nice.

A/n: I guess spoilers for COD:MW 3, but ya known I'm not doing thar B.S ending.

Getting shot in the head was something he never thought he would survive but after weeks in intensive care and month's of physical therapy Johnny could actually tell people that he had survived a bullet to the head. Part of him jokingly said he should thank Makarov for shooting him, it was how he met you after all.

Though then again it is hard to thank a man that's dead. It is what he would tell you anyway, with that cheeky smile on his face.

And now two years later he was here relaxing in the chair, Johnny tilted his head to the side as he watched you dig through some boxes.

"Lookin for somethin love."

Standing up, you had a small scowl on your face as you placed your hand on your hips. "A little help would be nice McTavish."

Letting out a laugh, Johnny sat up then pushed himself out of the chair as he gave placed his hand on your hips. "Whatever you say love." Giving your cheek a kiss he then started to rummage through the boxes, an excited yelp escapes his lips. "Found em"

Holding a pair to the Christmas stockings in his hand he placed a kiss to your cheek. "Now let's hang em up love."

Rolling your eyes, you snatched the stocking from his hand as you walked over to the mantle, your gaze softening as you watched Johnny grip his cane as he followed you. Once you and Johnny's stocking's were hung the man then turned his attention to you.A bright smile on his face as he placed his hand on your belly.

"Soon you'll have your own little stocking! My ma already had one made."

Laughing you placed your hand on top of his, another Christmas with the man you love and soon more stockings will be hung across the mantle, you couldn't wait.

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As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 2

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Warnings: None for this chapter

Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

Sy looked in the back of his truck, mentally ticking off what he needed to take with him to harvest the Lavender. He had shears and a scythe, a whole load of old flour sacks to load it into. He also grabbed his Go-pro in the hope she would be ok filming it, the smoker to calm the bees and hopefully get them to stay away from the plants long enough to harvest, plus his netted hat as dozy bees had a tendency to try and find their way into hair, ears, anywhere they could settle down for a snooze. A quiet woof followed by the sound of a metal bowl hitting the driveway caught his attention, turning to see Akia patiently sitting at the side of the truck;

“Oh you want to come too? Do you think she’s going to be there to give you belly rubs the whole time?”

“Awoo”

“Hmmm, me first girl, me first…” Sy mused as he moved the basket of produce he’d gathered for you from his stock so a furry snout didn’t try to get at anything in it; “You need to be on your best behaviour. No peeing on her flowers, don’t poop in her yard, go into the meadow to do it. Okay, put your water bowl in the truck and you can get in”

Sy nodded his head to the open door, watching as Akia picked up her water bowl and set it into the passenger footwell, before she jumped up onto the passenger seat. Leaving her in the truck, Sy gathered the last few things he needed before locking the door and climbing into the vehicle. Suddenly remembering one last thing he ran back into the cabin, appearing seconds later with a bundle under his arm which he set on the back seat;

“No, not for you girl”

The dog let out a snort before settling back to sleep on the seat in the sunshine as Sy started the engine and backed off the driveway.

You saw Sy pull onto your driveway as you’d been folding laundry, quickly putting it away before you smoothed your dress down and made your way outside.

“Hey, do you need any help?”

Greeting you with a warm smile he reached into his truck and pulled out a basket, handing it to you;

“You can take this? Its just a few things to say thank you”

At a quick glance at the basket you counted at least four jars of honey, a small bottle of honey liquor, and a set of pillar candles.

“Oh, and this…”

Sy set a parcel around the size of a house brick wrapped in a clean linen dish towel on top of the basket, lifting the fabric for you to see;

“Honey bread?!”

“Freshly baked this morning”

“I saw!”

“You saw?”

“On your instagram… it was the first thing i saw when i woke up and it certainly gave me an appetite!”

“Well glad i could be of service” Sy laughed as he lifted things out of the flat bed back of the truck; “Are you ok if i set the camera up to film harvesting the Lavender? So I can use it for social media?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, do you need anything else?”

At that moment Akia jumped out of the cab, her metal bowl held in his mouth;

“Are you ok with Akia being here whilst i work? She’s agreed to go potty in the meadow, she brought her water bowl”

Laughing you nodded;

“Sure thing” turning to the house you called over your shoulder; “C’mon Akia, let me fill that water bowl up, it's going to be a hot afternoon”

You had not been wrong when you’d said it was going to be hot, however the temperature was somewhat raised even more so once you saw Sy working. You had tried to keep out of his way, not wanting to interrupt but also not wanting to be overtly obvious in watching him work. Instead you found your book and took a seat on the covered porch where the breeze from the front of the building came through the clematis that hung over the roof, you could see some of the garden but not all of it.

After half an hour Akia had come up to the porch and lay by your feet, before you’d patted the spare side of the bench seat and she’d carefully climbed up, immediately rolling onto her back with her head in your lap as you absentmindedly gave her belly scratches between turning pages of your book. The book however was eventually rested open on your lap, instead you watched Sy work as he used the smoker to placate the bees, your attention drawn to the way his t-shirt clung to his back in the heat, the way his jeans fit snugly around his ass. Far too many minutes passed as you gratuitously watched him work, but thankfully you noticed he was coming to the end of the Lavender bushes, so you decided to grab some cold drinks.

As you were returning to the shade of the porch a few minutes later, you saw Sy turn as you set the tray down, waving him over as you poured a tall glass of iced tea, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. He took the steps to the porch in one stride, a smile on his face as he pulled his bee keepers netted hat off and wiped his hands on his jeans as you handed him the glass;

“Thanks. Hot work out there”

“Hmm-mmm” you sipped your drink, not wanting to say what had entered your mind, and thankfully Akia saved the moment. With a yawn and stretch the pooch climbed off the seat and came to sit by Sy’s feet.

“Oh, okay then” he signed, lifting an ice cube out of his drink and feeding it to the dog who proceeded to happily crunch it; “That good girl?”

“Rrrrrr”

“Does she want some ice cubes in her water bowl?”

“WOOF”

“I think that’s a yes, if it's alright?” Sy answered

Quickly running inside you filled a bowl with cubes from the freezer before returning and dumping them into her water bowl as promised. The dog happily crunched and drank, before trotting off through your yard and disappearing into the meadow.

“So, have the bees gotten off the bushes? I presume that’s what you were doing with the smoke…”

Sy nodded and turned to look out over your garden;

“Yeah, they are quite sleepy now, most have disappeared into the grasses, the few that are left will probably head into your clematis”

You looked over your garden before turning back to Sy;

“I imagine you have to be quite a horticulturalist when working with bees. How did you get into it in the first place?”

Sy smiled at you as he sipped his drink, considering his words;

“Used to be a First Responder with the fire department until I got injured on the job and was medically retired… but I was close to burn out anyway; city life, the drive to succeed and push myself ever further and further. The injury and recovery gave me time to reconsider life and goals. Took my payout and moved out here. The hives came with the cabin and seemed like a fun hobby whilst i tried to figure out what to do next… turns out they were what i was to do next”

He grabbed the pitcher of iced tea and offered it to you first, filling your glass before he refilled his own;

“What about you? What brought you to this sleepy little town?”

“Same as you; recovery, a new start. A chance to start afresh and decide my own path. My job means i can work from home”

“What do you do?”

“I write exam papers and tests… you know, the standardised ones that you take in Middle School and High School. Mostly in Math…”

Sy laughed;

“Oh, so you’re responsible for the ‘if someone buys 8 watermelons and gives someone else two, but then doubles their quantity at the next market’ type questions”

“Yeah, that’s me”

Sy drained his glass before setting it onto the tray, and with a sigh he nodded to the lavender;

“Well, i’d better get working before the bees wake up”

“No worries, i have some questions i need to work on, just give me a shout if you need anything”

“Thanks”

Your plans for working the rest of the afternoon all but failed. You had made a valiant effort to start, bringing your laptop out to the bench seat, but the moment you’d looked up and realised Sy had taken his shirt off and was steadily and rhythmically using the sharp scythe to harvest the lavender into small haystacks you were done for. You were mesmerised by the way his back muscles rippled, by the way his arms and shoulders were sculpted. Every now and again you could see a rivulet of perspiration slowly run down his back, and you had to clench your thighs together to try and quell the arousal that was ever growing between your legs.

Gratuitously watching Sy work you had been thankful you were somewhat hidden by the shade of the porch, knowing full well that if you even attempted to step off it you’d probably combust from how turned on you were. By late afternoon the yard was mostly in the dappled shade of the fruit trees that grew alongside the meadow, a warm breeze in the air as you saw Akia coming back from exploring for a good hour in the fields. Grabbing a bowl of ice cubes you dumped them into her water bowl just as she came padding across the lawn, her tongue hanging out. Giving her a brief head scratch before she discovered her ice bowl, you missed that Sy had finished his task, tying the sacks together so he could load the bales into his truck;

“All done” glancing up from Akia you saw Sy approaching, trying your best not to look at his wide chest, his body rippling and toned from manual labour.

“What will you do with it?”

Sy mopped his brow with his t-shirt, looking at the mass of bales in front of him;

“First I'll dry it, then thresh it to get the blooms off the stems. I'll be adding it to candles and wax melts, perhaps have a look into making those bath fizz things. Honey and lavender is known for being a great combination that sells well” At that moment Akia let out an exaggerated huff, before going back to panting with her tongue hanging out; “Hey, do you mind if I use the hose on Akia? When she spends a long time out in the sunshine she can get a bit overheated”

“Sure, the faucet is just round the corner of the porch. Hey, did you want to stay for dinner? If you like… i just thought you’ve been working all day - on your weekend no less - i’ve got more than enough for two”

“That’d be really nice, thanks” Sy had a hold of Akia's collar as you left, watching you head inside. Turning to his dog he quickly knelt down to her level;

“Okay, so we’ll be having dinner here girl, i’m sure she’ll have something you can have, but you need to be on your best behaviour, no begging at the table, no creepy staring and drooling at the same time, yeah?”

“Rrrrrr”

“C’mon, lets get that hose on you, you stinky beast”

As you had prepared the steaks and salad you watched out of the kitchen window as Sy hosed Akia down, almost chopping your finger off as he turned the hose on himself, flicking his head back and shaking the droplets off, to which they caught the low late afternoon sunshine like droplets of gold;

“Oh fuck… I'm in so much trouble…” you muttered to yourself.

When you emerged from the back door with a tray of raw steaks and utensils Sy had pulled on his t-shirt and was now sporadically squirting the hose so that Akia could run through the droplets and try and catch them with her mouth. Setting the tray down beside the grill you checked the tank before firing up the heat, using the wire brush to clean off the last of the charring before setting the meat on to cook.

When you sat down to eat you used the small bistro set in the garden, settling an old casserole dish on the grass for Akia that contained some left over boiled rice from the night before, a bag of stewed vegetables you’d defrosted from the freezer, and a spare steak without the spicy marinade you’d grilled. For you and Sy it was Steaks and salad, with his freshly made bread on the side, to which the pair of you devoured the entire loaf;

“This bread is SO good” you complimented.

Laughing, Sy nodded, before pointing his fork at his steak;

“I could say the same about your steak, you really know how to handle a decent piece of meat”

You paused chewing, the grin tugging at the corners of your mouth before you could hold it in any longer and let out a snort of laughter at what Sy had said.

“Oh god, I'm sorry… i didn’t mean…” he grew flustered, but you at that point had dissolved into a fit of giggles which were eventually infectious, the pair of you at the point where you were unable to make eye contact from continued outbursts.

Finally when you’d both calmed down and the meal was finished, Sy helped you to clear up before he started to load his truck. Akia slowly climbed into the passenger seat, tired from a day of running around in the sunshine. You came out onto the porch with a small dish of leftover meat for her, setting it onto the small table as you unwrapped a beeswax wrap and started to press it over the bowl. Even though your hands were warm it didn’t seem to want to stick, and as Sy approached to get the last thing for his truck he saw you struggling.

“Need some help?”

Without waiting for an answer he laid his hands over yours, the combined heat warming the wax and softening it. You were acutely aware of how close he was, his breath was warm on your face and as you looked up your mouths were a hair's width apart. You searched his face for a tell, to see if he was feeling what you were feeling. He moved closer then paused and you were wondering if he was going to kiss you and had stopped or had second thoughts. Only a single thought ran through your own mind, and that was ‘now or never’.

However the pause was too long and he pulled away, looking down at the bowl;

“There, all warmed up”

You followed his gaze and realised he was talking about the bowl;

“Oh, yes. All done. Here, for Akia”

Taking he he smiled and nodded;

“Thanks, she’ll love it”

He turned to make his way towards his truck, and with a small sigh you turned back towards your house.

“Wait”

Standing facing each other this time he pressed his lips to you cheek;

“Thank you for today”

“It’s… it’s alright…”

“Can I see you again sometime?”

His question surprised you, but you eagerly nodded;

“I’d like that”

With a gentle squeeze of your arm he let out a soft sigh before turning back to his truck;

“I’ll text you later”

You nodded, grinning as you watched as he started to reverse his truck out of your driveway. In the low light of the sunset the golden rays glinted in the chrome trim of the truck, Sy’s cheerful face smiling at you as he gave you a little wave. You waved back, watching as he drove down the hill and out of sight, wrapping your arms around you before you turned back to your house, nervous but excited for what the future held.

Chapter 3 >>>

#as sweet as honey #captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #syverson x reader #syverson fanfiction #henry cavill

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optiwashere · 6 months

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At the time I checked I didn't SEE anyone having asked about #5 in "Tav as a Companion" section, though there might be one sitting in your inbox--I'll take my chances regardless, becasue I think it's cool and revealing detail!

That is a great one! I was wondering if someone would ask about it, and you're first, so thank you 💜

5. Describe their idle animations (idk if you can tell that I've thought a lot about this one)

Regular animations:

The stock standard idle animation would be Asheera crossing her arms and leaning to one side. She squints, furrows her brow, then returns to a normal facial animation. Arms remain crossed.

All the other companions have "iconic" gear, right? If she has a two-handed sword and she's idling, she'll plant the sword tip in the ground and rest her hands on the hilt/clasped hands on the pommel. Sorry to the imaginary devs making this complex series of object interactions lmao.

Camp animations:

She does pushups in front of her tent. There are one-handed and traditional variants.

She'll look at a few trinkets on the table in front of her tent, mutter something, and shake her head. Then she'll turn back to the stock pose in front of her tent.

Sorry to the "Lae'zel makes too much noise" haters, Asheera's gonna be hammering away on the little anvil she carries around outside of her tent. Probably a breastplate that she then checks for dents, dings, etc.

Fun one for if you're at high approval would be... if you walk past her and she's not in the middle of another animation, she'll hold her hands behind her back and stand at attention. She'd see the PC as the leader of the group, so they get commanding officer treatment in her mind.

Epilogue animations:

Unromanced/Romanced — Asheera has the same animations regardless. She'll sit by the fire until Volo comes around, and then she'll wander off to go speak with anyone that's available at the party. She talks about missing them, missing the good days on the road but not really missing the tadpole in her skull, and asks when they'll next be in Baldur's Gate.

Unromanced by PC, in romance w/ Shadowheart (only available for Reject Shar/Selûnite Shadowheart) — On one hand, I think having the companions pair off by themselves can create some nasty fandom drama. On the hypocritical hand, I'm a woman of simple desires and I want to indulge in this. If she and Shadowheart pair off because the PC romanced neither of them, then they spend some time dancing if they get near the music. It's mostly pretty bad and a little clumsy and they laugh about it together, but they do a pretty solid spin with a grip switch thrown in there.

They also chat by the river for a while and you can eavesdrop on that:

*Splashing noise* Shadowheart: You really think that's still the way to get my attention? Asheera: Hasn't failed me yet. Problem? Shadowheart: Never mind it. For a moment there, I thought you were going to wander off. Asheera: I can leave you to yourself, all splash-less and— Shadowheart: Hold on. I think we've some company. Asheera: Oh, [them/him/her]? I can take take care of those prying eyes. *Shadowheart chuckles and the convo ends*

#hey you can ask me things!#oc: asheera

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Augusnippets Day 14

toys/gifts/celebration

fandom: cabin tales sequel to day 11 TW: apocalypse, past child abuse, implied medical abuse word count: 495 @augusnippets

Rose once thought of Brandon as her easiest patient. Reflecting on those days, they were torn between laughing and smacking themselves. With how easily her coworkers turned on her, they couldn't help but wonder if the lack of information provided was intentional.

While Rose and Brandon dodged crumbling asphalt and falling buildings, she learned a host of new details about her former patient.

He was no stranger to death, a result of his parents trying to prepare – no, indoctrinate him into… something. Something Rose could only guess had to do with…

It still felt silly to think of Brandon as having abilities, yet there was no other explanation available. Rose evaded certain death too many times while keeping Brandon with them, protecting him, for a simple coincidence to explain away.

A hypothesis formed: if traumatizing and frightening Brandon brought destruction, easing his nerves would have the opposite effect.

Rose was given the perfect opportunity to test her hypothesis when she and Brandon finally found a decent shelter: a half-decimated mall, with numerous alcoves ideal for hiding from malicious eyes.

A mall with some of its stock still intact.

“There's finally some good news,” Rose explained, keeping her test behind her back.

“Y-yeah?” Brandon muttered, backed into the corner like a kicked dog. For such a common sight, it nevertheless sent a wave of sorrow through Rose.

“First of all, a good chunk of the food court is unscathed, so we can eat for at least a few days. Figured Sbarro of all things would survive a damn apocalypse.”

“W-what's that?” Rose's eyes widened as Brandon tilted his head.

Did his rotten parents let him do anything fun!?

“I'll, um, explain later. But first, I found something else I think you'll like.”

“Hm?”

Rose kept their breath steady as they revealed what was hidden behind their back.

Please don't be a trigger.

Brandon froze when he spotted the ash-covered, yet otherwise undamaged teddy bear.

“You told me you used to have a bear that helped you fall asleep,” Rose explained with a soft, genuine smile. “Since it's not like I can keep you on your usual medication, I thought I'd at least try something to make this a little easier on you.”

Brandon's hands were shaking as Rose handed him the bear, his grey-green eyes shining with unshed tears. At the same time, there was no screaming, no flinching.

That's… progress?

Any further trains of thought screeched to a halt when Brandon’s arms were suddenly around Rose, his shaking breaths muffled by her tattered blouse.

“Th-thank you,” Brandon sobbed. “I-I don't d-deserve it, b-but thank you.”

Rose rested a hand on Brandon's trembling back.

“That doesn't matter. Helping you is… it's just the right thing to do, isn't it?”

#cabin tales #cabin tales fanfic #augusnippets day 14 #dr rose north #brandon wilburn #brandon cabin tales #augusnippets #r3n3 writings #yes i am still very unwell abt brandon

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mistresskayla-blog1 · 3 months

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A Guy Named Rich

Characters: Richard Armitage x Fem!reader

Lyn's Writing Challenge May 2024 - Day 31 - very late submission (haha)

May 31st: Challenge Days: Volcanic Eruption

Characters: Richard Armitage x Fem reader!

Fandom: Richard Armitage

Word Count: 2.5k

Location: Iceland – volcanic eruption (current timeline)

Warnings: natural disasters, lava, fluff?, first encounter, anxiety, suspicion, distrust, angst, fear, grief.

Preface:

During a volcanic eruption in Iceland, the experience on the ground would be quite remarkable. Imagine the ground trembling beneath your feet, ash swirling through the air, and the distinct smell of sulfur filling your senses. The sight of molten lava flowing and shaping the landscape would be both mesmerizing and daunting. The sounds of explosions and the Earth’s raw power in action would evoke a mix of awe and fear in those witnessing it firsthand. It’s a moment where nature’s forces command respect and remind us of the incredible power that lies beneath the surface.

You hadn’t put much stock in the wilds of Iceland, but when you landed there, you were instantly spellbound. You were there on a business trip and found that the admin had left you a window to take a hike, before tomorrow’s presentation. So, you did just that. Put on your new hikers, and headed out to a trail the locals had said would be good. Iceland recently had a volcanic eruption earlier in the week, and outside travelers were nervous, but you knew it would be fine. They must deal with this all the time. Why would the locals steer you wrong. You took a “ Hopp taxi” to the trail head and got out, thanking the driver. You crept up the hill towards an old spring and spotted some people milling about, phones out and mouths agape. It wasn’t until you looked at what they were looking at that you realized the shock.

Was that Richard Armitage on the hill, looking at the geyser? You said to yourself. No, it couldn’t be, its too much of a coincidence. You headed up the trail towards, well him, but walked right by him, not giving it a second thought. That stuff rarely happened to you, so what was the use of giving it merit. You felt a strange sensation on the back of your neck, and rubbed at it, in a scratching motion. You kept going, despite the fact that many people seemed to be coming down the hill in great haste and looking at you with a puzzled expression.

As you crested the hill, you saw the immenseness of lava flowing and spitting up fire ahead of you. It was awe-some. You had never seen anything like it in your life before. And you were momentarily paralyzed by its immensity and raw power. Catching your breath, you retrieved your phone and started snapping pictures just like anyone else would in that moment. Not really realizing how close you were to the edge of the lava flowing riverlet now forming just feet from you. A hand reached out and grabbed at your arm pulling you back from the edge.

You yelped, a reflex and spun around, catching the gaze of a stubbled face man, with stunning blue eyes. You gulped in surprise, “oh fuck”, you blurted when you recognized him. It was Richard Armitage.

He grinned, “Are you ok? That was a close one,” he said almost light heartedly.

You laughed, and turned your head looking at the ground, “oh, thanks, I missed that,” nervously laughing.

“Good thing I wanted to get another look. Though people were giving me the eye for it”, he said, he was wearing a ball cap to subdue his features, but in this hazy afternoon, you couldn’t mistake the sparkle in those eyes of his. They shined in any, and every environment, like beacons to his heart and soul. You lost yourself for a second, and then cleared your throat.

“Listen, thanks again, I should be heading up that way,” you pointed further up, away from the lava flow. He looked to where you were pointing, then back down the hill towards some people looking nervously up at him.

“Mind if I tag along?” He asked. You were a little surprised, and it showed on your face, he acknowledged. “Sorry, sorry, you probably want to be alone. That was forward of me.”

“No, just surprised, won’t they be upset?” You nodded towards the few looking up at him. He sighed and shook his head.

“let’s make them wait, I love to give them the slip once and awhile”, he said smirking that devilish grin at you. You still felt a little suspicious and kindly declined. He looked a little crestfallen and you didn’t understand why. Maybe its lonely at the top, you thought.

“Sorry. I don’t have much time, to, well, meddle about,” you said to him apologetically.

He smirked, “Neither do I, but it might be fun to see it from higher up, right? Come on, how many times are you going to get this opportunity?” he tried to use his convincing tone on you.

You looked up the hill and down the hill again, still nervous about going anywhere with him,

“Maybe just a little bit. I just don’t want to be blamed or scandalized that’s all, I work in marketing, I know how these things can devolve.”

You ran your hand through your wavy hair and sighed. Richard acknowledged the comment and nodded. He headed up the hill ahead of you and you followed him. Still trying to figure out how you met someone you admired and how you are now hiking up a lava canyon with him. The hill got steeper as you both climbed and you found yourself a bit out of breath, he was too. You got to the next crest and the lava was definitely wider at this height, and sadly not as far away as you had hoped. The stronger the current, the more it would grow. You realized that even from basic physic dynamics from watching floodplains as a kid in the US. A riverbed could go from playful to menacing within a matter of minutes under torrential rain fall.

Richard turned back to look at you, “You ok?” he asked, noticing you had stopped walking. You looked out to the new angle, and it was even more astonishing than before. The snake of the lava curled through the ground and burbled and churned. The ground hummed beneath both of you. Richard stood behind you, in almost an intimate way and it made you visibly nervous. You turned, looking up at him, because well, he’s taller than most people.

You stepped backward away from him, “Um, maybe we should be properly introduced, I’m y/n, and you are?” you put out your hand, in the former way. He looked at it and took it gently.

“I am Richard, Richard Armitage”, his face didn’t give anything away, but there was a hint of sadness in the eyes you noticed.

“Good to meet you Richard”, you responded, and he did the same in kind. As he let go of your hand, it felt like a strange promise for more. You put your hand in your pant pocket nervously. He looked at you under stunning lashes and his nose tipped up towards the summit, with a tilt of his head it was an invitation to keep going higher. The magma churned behind and below you, and you took the challenge willingly.

He walked ahead of you again, seemingly in gentleman’s fashion, but you weren’t too sure, what the intention was, and you normally were a very trustworthy person.

The ground was warming beneath you and you felt the heat rising.

“Don’t you think we getting too close to this?” You asked him ahead of you. Richard turned and looked at you, “What? You want to turn back, already?”

You clenched your jaw, not wanting to relent, this was going to end one way or the other, then you smiled sweetly, “No, no, just wondering how you felt, I think my shoes are getting a bit, melty.” You stepped up and out of some scorched earth, trying to keep to the brown brush instead. Richard chuckled as he headed up over the trail. The magma churning and burning so close you swear you could smell the sulfur. The ash blew around you, you looked up and saw the smoke from the volcano now to your right.

“Aren’t you scared of getting trapped in this?” you asked Richard, Richard stopped walking and came back towards you.

He got a very serious look on his face, like he was trying to discern what to say, and then, he looked down the hill towards the group of people looking more and more nervous at him.

He sighed, “I’d rather be here”, he smiled a little, trying to be charming. You weren’t going for it but did feel a little flattery inside your churning belly.

“Oh,” you replied. He looked you straight in the eyes and that was nearly too much.

His hands seem to drift towards your arms, and you figured it was just his nature. You gave him some distance and his hands dropped. Richard looked around where you were both standing and realized that the flow was increasing and expanding. He looked down the hill and saw people fleeing quickly.

A big burst of smoke shot from the volcano and sprayed new ash into the air. The ground trembled and you held steady, Richard nearly fell over, and you found yourself catching him a bit. He chuckled and righted himself.

“The bigger they are the harder they fall, right?” you said, trying for some humor to relieve the tension. Richard swept off his knees, “Yeah, apparently, I think you might be right about us heading back down.”

You both started back down the trail, but the brown crunch of the grasses were softening, and the trail was shrinking. Richard’s phone buzzed in his pocket, he checked it and quickly texted back, then looked towards the people in the valley, waving wild hands in the parking lot at least 100 yards away. Richard squinted and looked to you.

“Well, we may have to brave this together, they said there is a bulletin to get off the trail, and they are leaving” he kind of grimaced and then chuckled.

“What do you mean there leaving you? Aren’t they your staff?” You asked, surprised.

“Not really, they are hired by my publisher,” Richard remarked.

“But what happens if you don’t make it back to the trailhead?” you said, pointing down the hill.

Richard sighed heavily, “Nothing, I guess I burn”,

You felt a strange sensation to reassure him, and put your hand on his arm,

“Look I don’t have any idea why your up here with me of all people, but I don’t think you intended to see a natural wonder as a suicide mission, did you?”

Richard looked abashed and readjusted his cap, “No, I did not. But I cannot compel them to stay for my account, the only one I can count on is him, (he pointed further away), and he will make sure I do come down this hill.”

You strained your eyes in the gathering ashen fog and saw a man looking quite serious in a pullover coat and trousers. He was shorter than Richard, medium build, short hair, and a serious scowl planted on his face.

“He looks pretty angry with you”.

A flying object zoomed by you both and you yelped in alarm. It was a drone taking geographic surveys of the volcano. Richard swatted it away merely in protest. You both moved down the trail and continued to attempt to escape the growing lava flow.

“Yeah, Neil has that face”, he grinned, “Its kind of what I pay him for”.

You laughed, “fair enough.”

“But he allows me these adventures, he won’t be carrying me off or anything, he just is there to remind me that I need to keep my priorities straight.” Richard explained, his tone was lighter, but you could hear the tension there, like he was quite unhappy with part of his situation.

“I don’t mean to pry, but we are sharing this trek together, do you mind if I ask you a question?”

Richard looked over at you, openly eager, “Sure, what is it?”

“Why do you seem so, well sad?” You asked.

He cleared his throat, making a few steps ahead of you before turning back towards you.

“I’m grieving the loss of my father, and some days it still gets to me. You can never really prepare yourself for the loss of a parent, even though it is inevitable in life’s journey. I lost them both so quickly, it just is taking me a little bit to get used to the idea.” Richard explained. He turned back to the trail and kept moving down the hill at a steady pace.

You were filled with such guilt for the question, “Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I did not know. I am sorry for your loss. I know were all supposed to say that. I lost my father 2 years ago, and it still is a shock sometimes. I scroll through texts and just, start crying”.

Richard paused then, and stepped up to you, suddenly enlivened by a mere connection, “Exactly. And then it hits you again, Bam (he slams his hands together), and you have to remember where you are, work has been tricky, you know. Dealing with the waves, I just thought if I could get out in nature and feel the earth rumble, feel something new, something, (he moved his hands outward) big it would snap me back to being me again,”

He clung to you his hands digging into your arms, he looked at you sternly, “I shouldn’t have said that, I’m just, I’m sorry, y/n”, he dropped his hands again, and you grabbed at his hand, squeezing it in your palm.

“No, I understand, you’re a ship without a harbor, adrift. Any other ships seem like an oasis, or whatever the sea equivalent is, an island?” you say, kind of half-heartedly chuckled, scratching at the hair on the back of your neck that was creeping up again.

“Well thanks, y/n for saying that. It means a lot, truly”, he led you by the hand down a bit further, the heat was rising again as you descended, and the ash was less, but it still was filling your lungs it seemed, and you started to cough a bit.

Just as you thought you wouldn’t get to the trail again, you felt cooler ground beneath your feet and heard him sigh. You just let him lead you down the path by his soft hand and kept your eyes closed from the ash. He stopped and you opened them, finding yourself in the parking lot, much closer to that stern gentleman, named Neil. Richard smiled at you.

“Thanks for the adventure, y/n, it was just what I needed”, Richard let go of your hand and stepped towards Neil and a waiting vehicle.

You looked around quickly, seeing nothing else around, “Wait? Can I get a ride back to the city?”

You asked coming up behind him. Richard smiled again, “Yes, of course,”

You got into his car and pulled away from an awesome display of natures power of you, and an Icelandic volcano.

= Fin =

Lyn's Writing Event May 2024 - Challenge Day (31) - Volcano

Thanks to my friends that helped support that crazy month and those who have read my stuff and asked me for more. hugs all around!

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gghalcyon · 11 months

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Bucky Barnes gets a bewitching Halloween treat when Sarah Wilson appears at his doorstep, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said as their eyes met in a heated gaze.

Bucky watched in disbelief as group after group of children and teens dressed up as monsters, superheroes, witches, and fairies trooped past his house. He had initially been excited about joining in the festivities surrounding Halloween. Still, he was now feeling overwhelmed at the sheer number of trick-or-treaters that kept anxiously jostling at his front door.

He could hear Sam's voice ringing in his head, telling him to stock up on treats ahead of the evening's activities. On impulse, Bucky had gone to the store and purchased enough candy to fill an entire cauldron - more than enough for the small army of costumed kids parading up his walkway.

After living in New York City for a few years, he was unaccustomed to experiencing Halloween like this. New Orleans' proximity meant that Halloween was taken very seriously here. His neighbors went all out with scary decorations, and some even hosted light shows or static haunts in their garages.

It was the first time Bucky had experienced Halloween in his new neighborhood, and he could feel the excitement from both children and adults alike. He walked into the living room to look at the clock – it was 7 p.m.; he had a few more hours before kids would be done trick-or-treating. After making sure he had enough candy to last until 9 p.m., he set out a sizeable pumpkin-shaped bucket full of treats on a table near the entrance of his door, which he'd grab and provide the little ghouls and goblins who would come by.

One by one, groups of costumed children started arriving at Bucky's house. There were toddlers with their parents, gaggles of elementary schoolers, and even a few high schoolers. Bucky watched them all take turns selecting handfuls of candy from the white bucket he'd set out on the porch. He couldn't help feeling a pang of regret that he'd bought so much candy – but then again, it was worth it just to see how delighted they were.

The most recent group of trick-treaters waved him goodbye as they ran off to his neighbor's house to continue their journey for more candy. Just as he was about to close the door, he spotted a familiar face walking up the sidewalk towards him. It was Sarah, Sam's sister, donning a classic black witch's hat over her long hair and wearing a playful smirk on her face. Their eyes met.

Sarah stood before Bucky, her face lit up with a brilliant smile. “Trick r’ treat!” she said.

He was temporarily stunned by her beauty before composing himself.

"Hey! What are you supposed to be? Aren’t you old for trick-or-treating?" He joked, looking at her costume and wondering why she had come to his neighborhood.

"I'm old enough, thank you very much," She chuckled teasingly, sticking her tongue out playfully. Bucky noticed that Sarah was alone and asked about her boys AJ and Cass.

"Oh, I just dropped them off at a friend's place a few blocks away from here," She answered, grinning shyly as she revealed her true purpose: to visit him. "They're all trick-or-treating together, so I thought I'd swing by and see you."

Bucky felt his heart swell with warmth as he imagined her thinking of him. It was like a dream come true. He opened the door wider to welcome her in, and when she entered, they both erupted into laughter at the sight of all the candy bags he had bought.

"Okay, that's SO much candy! The kids will love you!" Sarah said, still stifling giggles.

"I'm trying to get rid of them," he said sheepishly as he directed her to the bowl on the entry table near the door.

Sarah laughed again at his over-preparedness before following Bucky to his kitchen, where he opened the fridge and asked if she wanted any refreshments.

"I have beer, apple cider, sparkling water..." She accepted his offer enthusiastically with a look of admiration.

"Oh, apple cider would be amazing!"

He twisted open an apple cider for her and handed it across the counter while opening himself a bottle of beer. Bucky could hear children's voices from outside, but there were no trick-or-treaters yet who had arrived and rang his doorbell. There was a small lull before another surge of trick-or-treaters came.

The two caught up so naturally. Bucky could feel an ease in their conversation as Sarah shared stories about her two boys deciding to be Sherlock Holmes and one a t-rex for Halloween. They even talked about the best costumes they've seen so far, reminiscing about their childhood trick-or-treating experiences.

As the night wore on, Bucky found himself completely entranced by Sarah's infectious laughter and sparkling eyes. They moved to the living room couch, sitting side by side in close proximity. He couldn't help but lean in closer to her as she spoke, wanting to absorb every word she said like a sponge.

Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Bucky glanced at his watch and noticed it was getting pretty late - it must have been close to 10 pm already.

"Let me get that," he said quickly, feeling the familiar pang of disappointment when he realized their intimate conversation had come to an end. He stood up and took his bowl of candy before opening the door.

"Trick-or-treat!" A group of four kids dressed as Pokemon with their parents dressed as a Pokemon Trainer greeted him. Bucky smiled warmly and spoke kindly to the little elementary school kids, nodding in approval at their costumes and giving them generous amounts of candy.

Sarah peered over the couch to watch Bucky interact with the children and felt her heart swell with admiration. More and more trick-or-treaters kept coming until it seemed like the line would never end. At one point, Sarah decided to join Bucky in front of the doorway, giving out candy alongside him from a bag she took off the counter.

The line continued for a solid fifteen minutes until another lull came forth and no new trick-or-treaters came by. Bucky closed the door and joined Sarah on the couch as they both flopped down in exhaustion.

"Tiring, huh?" Sarah asked with twinkling eyes as she settled into the spot beside him.

Bucky gave her a sheepish smile and ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. "It feels like it never ends…" He paused and added with a hint of mischief in his voice, "But I don't mind it too much when I have a beautiful woman by my side."

"I..." she was almost taken aback by his forwardness, then her smile widened, revealing small dimples along the sides of her mouth. "You could always just leave the bowl outside and just let them take whatever they want."

"You think that'll work?" His heart raced as he moved closer to her on the couch.

"I think so," she said, her voice low and sultry as she scooted close to him. She grabbed the bowl of candy and rummaged through it.

"Looking for something specific?" he asked her, amused.

"Hmmm... I'm looking for a Hershey's chocolate bar, the white chocolate one." Bucky watched her closely, admiring how graceful her long fingers were as they searched through the bowl.

"There should be a ton there, not many kids picked them when I let them select which candies to get." Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, and he felt drawn into her gaze.

"Are you kidding? They're so picky nowadays, huh?" They laughed together, and the room seemed to heat up exponentially with each passing second.

"Ah! I found one! I couldn't pass up all this free candy," Sarah teased as she pulled out a mini white chocolate bar. As she unwrapped it and took a small nibble, Bucky found himself mesmerized by those lush lips and the way they moved around the confection.

"Want a bite?" Sarah asked, catching his gaze and holding out the candy. She slowly bit the bottom of her lip before smiling at him innocently, but there was something else about her expression - an invitation - that made Bucky's stomach flip. He had been wanting to kiss those lips since he'd first seen them curve into that mischievous grin earlier tonight.

Heart pounding, Bucky's gaze slowly moved from Sarah's lips to her eyes. He leaned in, and instead of taking the offered candy, he brushed his lips against hers. They both gasped at the sudden contact, and as if this was a sign, their kiss deepened.

Sarah tasted like chocolate and felt so soft under his fingers as they explored each other's faces and bodies. His hands moved to her hips and pulled her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. Their tongues collided in a passionate dance of desire that left them both breathless when they finally pulled apart.

"That was..." Sarah whispered, trailing off with a sigh.

"Amazing," Bucky finished for her. The air was electric between them, heavy with unspoken longing that neither of them wanted to break.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang again and they jumped apart as if electrocuted, laughter bubbling out of them before they remembered why they were there. As Bucky went to answer the door, his mind was still on the kiss he had shared with Sarah moments ago.

As the night went on and more trick-r-treaters arrived and departed, the couple found themselves alone on the couch, close but not touching. Finally, Bucky spoke up. "Sarah, I know we've been friends only for a short time, but tonight...that kiss...I can't stop thinking about it." Sarah smiled at him from under her eyelashes, and he could see the same desire reflected in her eyes that he was feeling in his own heart. Without another word, their lips met again and this time it was slow and tender - like two puzzle pieces coming together after searching for so long.

Sarah gently pulled away from Bucky and pressed her body against his, her arms wrapping around his neck as though she never wanted to let go. "Bucky... I've always wanted to do this with you," she said softly.

As her lips met him, a spark of electricity coursed through her body. She felt the warmth radiating from his chest and the gentle beat of his heart as she pressed herself closer into him. The kiss grew more passionate with each passing moment, and Sarah felt an intense desire building inside of her.

She reached up to grasp Bucky's face in her hands and trace the outline of it with her fingertips. His long, wavy hair was so soft against her skin that she wanted to keep touching it forever. He repositioned them both on the couch, so she was straddling him with her legs on either side of his thighs.

Sarah could feel Bucky's excitement pressing into her, and his hands moved up under her shirt to explore the warmth of her skin. She gasped at his touch and dug her fingers into his back, wanting this moment to never end.

Suddenly, Bucky pulled away and looked deep into her eyes. In a voice full of longing he whispered "Sarah – I want you" and at that moment, all doubts fled from Sarah's mind - she knew this is what she wanted too.

Without another word, she pressed her lips against his once more and this time they were both overcome with passion. Bucky grabbed her hips and pressed her close to him, their bodies melting together as his fingers ran up her back before unfastening her bra, revealing her creamy skin beneath the moonlight that filtered through the window. She held her breath as his hands moved across her body, exploring every curve with delicate touches and sending sparks of pleasure through her veins. He left trails of fire over her neck as his lips traveled down before lightly brushing over one nipple, eliciting a soft gasp from Sarah's lips.

Just then, Sarah's phone started ringing, and the sound of it shattered the silence in the room like a gunshot. She wanted to ignore it, but she knew it was likely her sons calling to let her know they'd be ready to be picked up soon. With a reluctant groan, she pulled away from Bucky and grabbed her phone, which stopped ringing before she could answer it.

A quick glance confirmed it was indeed her kids, and a text message from her kid's friend's mom indicated that they were done trick-or-treating and ready to be picked up. "I don't wanna go," Sarah said with a sigh.

Bucky wrapped his strong arms around her, giving her a sad smile and planting a kiss on her forehead. His breath tickled her skin as he whispered gently, "Me neither," in response to her words, then attempted to lighten the mood with a joke about their unusual entourage. They both laughed, and Sarah could feel the tension melting like ice in the sun.

Bucky pulled her close and nuzzled against her neck, sending tingles of pleasure down her spine before she reluctantly leaned back from his embrace. She looked into his eyes and saw something that made her heart skip a beat – it was longing, familiar and yet fresh and new at the same time. Locked in each other's gaze, Sarah raised herself to capture Bucky's lips in a soft kiss.

She smiled as she pulled away from him and started gathering her clothes off the floor, nerves suddenly bubbling up inside of her when Sarah realized how bold she had been. Before she could put on her shirt, however, Bucky stood up and stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm. He cupped her face tenderly between his hands and searched for something in her eyes.

"We'll have to finish this later," he murmured softly. Another shiver coursed through Sarah's body as she looked into his beautiful blue eyes, nodding in agreement to his suggestion before leaning forward to give him one last kiss goodbye.

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daydreamgoddess14 · 1 year

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Aspirations pt.1

Hopefully you can look past the rubbish title and summary enough to give this a go!

It started as me coming up with a 'one bed situation' but I've expanded it a little to probably 3-4 chapters in total.

I've only done a couple of very short pieces for this fandom so far so I'd love to know your thoughts! Be kind! 😘

Sydcarmy Masterlist

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Sydney Adamu / Carmy Berzatto

Syd is 12 months deep in a crush, Carmy is 6 months into a relationship he doesn't want, The Bear is 4 months open and Nat is 2 months into motherhood....

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Syd didn't know why she'd said yes. Nat had asked, and while her brain went to say 'no thanks', her heart saw the look of desperation on Natalie's face, and a 'yes, of course' popped out instead. Nat even had her minor guilt trip lined up.

"... I mean, I haven't had any real adult company since the baby was born, and I just -"

"Nat, I said yes."

"For real?"

"Sure, why not. Wait - is Claire invited?"

"Oh god, no. Just us and Tiff."

"Richie's ex?" Nat nodded.

"Yep. Just some drinks at home, so I'm around if I'm needed. Maybe a couple slices of Marcus's cake?"

"I'll bring you some food."

"You're an angel. Does Carm know you've been keeping my fridge stocked for the last 3 months?" Syd shrugged,

"If he does, he hasn't said anything." They sat in the closed restaurant, Nat feeding baby Mikey while Syd went through the books with her. Carmy was… late. "Where the fuck is he anyway?" Nat clipped her bra back into place and lifted the baby to her shoulder. Every Friday between lunch and dinner service, they did the books together.

"Good question." Syd murmured, eyes on her calculator. "We need to start putting some money aside for Thanksgiving and Christmas promos."

"On it. I need you guys to confirm the festive menu by the 15th, please. We go to print on the 19th, delivery by the end of the month ready to take bookings throughout October."

"Wow, you are still, like, smashing it." Syd says, impressed.

"I gotta do something during those 3 am feeds other than shopping." She reasoned, heaving the baby over to her other shoulder.

"Here," Syd stood and held out her hands so Nat could gratefully pass him over. She'd not been around too many babies and was terrified the first time she'd held him. Richie had ribbed her about it in the weeks prior - so much so that she hadn't actually held the baby in company other than Natalie. She rocked gently from side to side, hearing little Mikey's snores in her ear. Nat read through the books and the notes left by Syd and/or Carmy.

"Hey, did I tell you what Uncle Jimmy did?" Syd didn't stop her gentle movement but turned to face Natalie better,

"No?"

"So we each own 33%, right, and Jimmy had the 1% leftover? Well he's gifted it to Mikey. The baby bear is already earning."

"That's dope, I'm still gonna make him do the dishes as soon as he's old enough though. He's gotta earn that paycheck." Syd smiled down as Mikey's eyes drifted shut.

"Hey, fuck, sorry I'm late." He pushed through the swing doors, stopping at the sight of Syd swaying with the baby in her arms.

"Too late, Carm, we're fucking done now." Nat teased, "good job someone is pulling their weight around here. And giving my arms a break."

"He's asleep, where'd you want him?"

"You've got the magic touch." Nat took him carefully and transferred him to the car seat. Carmy squatted down for a closer look,

"I missed out."

"Shoulda been here in time," Nat warned, "I've got a night shift going if you're -"

"No. No thanks sis, I don't get enough sleep as it is."

"Makes two of us."

"Makes three of us." Syd laughed. Carmy kissed Mikey's forehead and stood to pull his sister into a hug while Syd knelt down to tuck the blanket around Mikey and brush a finger over his milk drunk cheeks.

"I'll let you know when's good?" Nat confirmed to Syd with a hug before letting Carmy lift the heavy car seat and take it out to her car. "Bye Uncle Bear, bye Auntie Syd!" She singsongs. By the time Carmy has returned, Syd is making sure the paperwork is filed correctly and clearing the table they've used.

"Coffee? Probably too cold now."

"Unlikely, no such thing." He takes the mug and finishes most of it in one go making her grimace.

"That's gross."

"You ate doughnut off the floor." He counters, she has no argument. "You and Nat planning something?"

"Just Thanksgiving and Christmas."

"We need a menu."

"We do. I have some potential dishes down but I gotta link them with the theme or some shit." He raises an eyebrow, "Nat's idea. I'm not naming dishes after reindeer or any bullshit like that."

"Got it. Wanna work on it Monday?"

"You got time?"

"Always." This time, Syd looked incredulous. "I mean it." She nodded slowly,

"Heard, Chef."

"What'd you make for them this week?" He asked, holding out his hands for the paperwork folder. Syd froze, "C’mon Syd, you think I don't know you've been batch cooking for Nat and Pete for months?" She breaks into a smile,

"Just easy stuff, chilli, casserole."

"Let me know when you're makin' more and I'll do some as well."

"Oh, I got it under control. You're busy with… like, Claire and this place. I only have this place so…" She trailed off with a limp shrug.

"Well, you don't have to do it either -" He tried to interject.

"Nat's been good to me. She's the only other voice of sanity around here." At that, Carmy feigned a look of hurt which made Syd snort with laughter. "Do not - do not - try and claim otherwise!"

"And here I thought we were partners."

"We are. Which is why I can't complain to you about you." She grinned and Carmy returned it with ease. Over a year of working together, 4 months since The Bear had opened, and she'd finally gotten to a point where she only felt awkward approximately 60% of the time, which was a solid win. With time, communication between them had significantly improved. The only downsides currently were his time management when it came to Claire and the raging crush Sydney had developed on Carmy over the course of the last year. The crush was the main/only reason her awkwardness level remained so high.

"You can, y'know. I want to know if there's something I need to do better. I told you, you gotta let me know if I'm fucking up." She caught her lower lip in her teeth. He was doing that thing again, standing frustratingly close and looking at her with those ocean eyes.

"You need to stop being late. That's the second time Nat and I have had to go through the books alone, and there's stuff in there that you're closer to than us. I'm the shit, Carm, but I can't read your mind. No matter how hard I try." She jokes. He nods sincerely.

"Heard. I'll do better, I promise." He paused, "when'd you start holding the baby anyway?"

"Literally the first time I didn't have you and Richie watching me like a hawk." She laughed, "If you'd been around, you'd know that I am his number one Auntie."

"That so?"

"I get all the smiles, all the giggles. Me and baby Mikey are like that -" she holds up her crossed fingers, "you can't compete with a love like ours." She teases.

"Nat likes you better too, s'ok maybe the Fak's will take me in. Or T."

"Dude, T would mother the shit outta you!" She exclaimed.

"Already does. You two gonna be OK tomorrow?"

"So you and Richie can play fucking hooky? Yeah, yeah, I remembered. We all good."

"Sure?"

"Yes, Chef."

"Syd?"

"Carm, babe, Tina and I will be fine. We have everyone else here, I got Nat on front of house, we're gonna smash it." He was about to call her out on calling him babe, but they'd finished clearing up just as everyone else started arriving for dinner service and chaos soon descended. The rest of the day passed without incident. The following morning, Syd and Tina had the crew prepping for a busy lunch service while Richie and Carmy flitted in and out of the kitchen, filling up the car for their catering event. Syd took her break outside while they finished off,

"I'm gonna get some smokes." Richie called out, already halfway down the alley. Carmy moved towards Syd,

"If you ask one more time if I'm sure, I'm gonna give you a black eye." She warned. He held his hands up,

"Just checking in."

"You've already done that. We'll be fine."

"I'll keep my phone on. You need anything, you'll call?"

"What're you gonna do from across town?"

"Yo, cousin!" Richie shouted from the sidewalk, "bring the car down."

"Call me."

"Just fucking go, we're good." She hopped down from the pallets with the intention of pushing him as he continued to hesitate.

"Carmen!" Richie bellowed again, turning to talk to Natalie who'd just arrived out front.

"Festive menus Monday?" He asked,

"Yes, Chef. Go!" He nodded once, took half a step closer and kissed her gently on the lips before turning and running to the car. He was pulling out onto the street before she'd had time to register the kiss at all.

Two miles down the road, Carmy stopped at a red light and his brain reactivated.

"Holy fucking shit." He muttered, staring straight ahead.

"What'dya forget?" Richie asked, looking up from his phone. Carmy thought fast,

"Uhh napkins." Richie tsked,

"I picked em up you fucking dipshit." He laughed, shoving Carmy's shoulder. "Good job one of us knows what the fuck is goin on cuz. You gotta stop thinkin bout Clairebear all the time, man." Carmy barked a short laugh,

"Yeah, Claire." He agreed, still thinking about Syd's easy smile and soft lips.

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#the bear fx #the bear #the bear fanfiction #the bear fanfic #syd x carmy #sydcarmy #sydney x carmy #carmy x sydney #carmen x sydney #syd adamu #carmy x syd #syd x carmen #sydney adamu #sydney x carmen #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto

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Day 6: firewood

Prompt: Fire Fandom: Marvel Comics, Spiderman, Fantastic Four Pairing: Peter Parker/Johnny Storm Summary: Peter and Johnny get out of the city to celebrate their anniversary. Word count: 787

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written for @fluffyfebruary

Peter had never thought of Johnny as an outdoorsy kind of person and he wasn't shy about saying so. As they packed their bags for the trip upstate, Peter watched his husband roll up a sleeping bag and raised one very eloquent eyebrow.

"You're not serious?" he said.

"What? I thought we could spend at least one night outside. Under the stars. It'll be romantic."

"You replaced our last mattress for being 'lumpy' and you think you can sleep on the ground?" Peter looked at him skeptically as he folded their underwear and tucked them all neatly in a duffel bag.

"Just wait until you're in my arms in the moonlight, Pete. You'll be thanking me."

"Sure," Peter said sarcastically, and then threw a red and blue pair of briefs at his head. They were patterned with little Spiderman faces. "And I told you about this, Johnny."

He caught them easily and threw back a wide, toothy grin. "What, no Spidey-shorts on our big night?" he quipped. Peter wasn't fooled-- he already knew Johnny considered it a challenge to sneak the Spider-pants into their bedroom activities. It always made him laugh, which made Peter laugh, but Peter wasn't going to stand for it on their anniversary trip.

"Not happening, flame-brain. Put them away before I throw them out a window."

Johnny made a wounded expression and the underwear disappeared inside a drawer.

They arrived at the cabin before lunchtime. It wasn't too far away from the city (just in case) but they both wanted some time out of town. Ben had clapped Peter on the shoulder (he swore he felt the tiles in their kitchen crack beneath his shoes) and reassured him, "We'll watch the city for you. Go and have fun." Johnny had teared up a little.

The place was stocked already with everything they'd need for the week. When they came through the door, they quickly unpacked their bags into the drawers and closet, then spread out to explore the rental.

"Peter!" Johnny called from the bathroom. "Jacuzzi jets!"

"That's nothing," Peter told him, coming in from the main room. "There's a fireplace." Johnny looked offended.

"You're married to the Human Torch, web-head. In sickness and in health and everything."

Peter smirked. "But a fireplace is romantic." He stretched the word out over his tongue. Johnny's expression turned thoughtful, then wicked.

"I promise you, baby. You won't need it. It's gonna get hot enough in here without it." Peter narrowed his eyes, evaluating.

"I think I'd like you to prove it."

Johnny's teeth gleamed as he lunged for his waist.

That night, to Peter's bewildered consternation, they found themselves stuffed into one sleeping bag on the ground outside the cabin. It was big enough for two, but just barely.

Peter had tried to make a fire nearby to toast marshmallows and warm his hands, like he remembered from camping with his aunt and uncle. Johnny had shamelessly sabotaged his efforts, sucking the energy from any spark he managed to create over the kindling. He gave up after a while and crawled back into the bag, clearly Johnny's plan all along.

Now they were staring up at the dark sky, Johnny's leg thrown over Peter's and his arm under Peter's head. Peter had Johnny's hand held between his own, stealing warmth that didn't seem to have an end. He pressed it to his mouth to warm his face, and placed the lightest kiss on his palm.

"I told you this would be romantic," Johnny whispered. "I'm the best at this husband thing."

Peter snorted. "Who's the competition?"

He looked serious as he answered, "Reed."

"What about me?" Peter asked, smile evident in his voice.

"You're my husband, it doesn't count."

"Come on. Where am I in the ranking?"

Johnny turned his face, his tip of his nose just barely touching the tip of Peter's. "This is a team sport," he said. "You're with me, at the top."

"We're both the best at being husbands?"

"Exactly."

Peter stretched out his neck to kiss him, long and sweet.

As the night grew colder and the wind picked up around them, neither one budged from their little spot on the ground, both as warm and comfortable as they ever were in their bed at home. Peter dreamt of crackling logs and playful yellow flames.

In the morning, he would unwrap the sleeping bag and pull up Johnny's shirt to kiss him awake there. His mouth would follow a trail down to the waistband of his sweatpants and he'd tug at them insistently until his mind caught up with his heart and he realized Johnny managed to sneak the Spiderman underwear into his bag after all.

He'd forgive him eventually.

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Parabiosis : Stanley Parable longfic

I've been writing up a Stanley Parable fic all with my own interpretations and ideas of the wider world beyond what the game explores. I adore the dynamic between The Narrator and Stanley and all of the vague gesturing towards how their digital space functions.

So I've put my own spin on a bunch of it, including themes and concepts inspired by other uber cool creators in this fandom like @queenburd , @alexis-royce , and @qcumbersodazz !

I've got the first few chapters written up, so I'll drop those in gradually. I'll be posting those future chapters on A03. The first two short chapters are under the cut. Thanks!

Prologue

He let out a breath and metaphorically dusted his hands off as he looked over his story. He was confident now that it was full-proof. It had been padded, sealed, and locked up everywhere that had caused problems before. Nothing was getting through the cracks this time.

He turned his attention to the screen.

A man was leaning back in an office chair, head dropped back, eyes closed as he slowly turned himself side to side. He should’ve been working, but every day he spent almost a collective hour of every shift doing this. Daydreaming or zoning out or whatever was going on. Boredom, likely. A complete disinterest in the work he was supposed to be focused on. A disconnect from his world.

The man’s unseen watcher smiled and reached himself into the screen.

Show time.

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Loop 2

At first, he hadn’t been worried. Just..confused, but willing to play along with this weird lucid dream. But as his eyes darted around the massive screen, watching big bolded red numbers counting down, it really struck him that something wasn’t right.

“And believe me, I will be laughing at every second of your inevitable life, from the moment we fade in to the moment I say: Happily Ever A-”

And then, Stanley experienced a sensation of loss. Like watching a dropped coin roll into a grate. Then he woke up.

Stanley shot back in the chair, nearly toppling it from the force. He sucked in a breath so sharp in hurt his throat and he clutched at his chest. For a half a second, he’d heard it. The sound of tremendous force ripping through concrete and steel. But he wasn’t gone. He was back in the office he started at, staring at an empty, outdated computer monitor. And omnipresent around him, the disembodied voice that had just berated him for several minutes was repeating dialogue.

But Stanley didn’t follow it this time. He just sat there, taking stock of what had just happened. There was no way this was a dream anymore, not with how..awake he felt. What in the holy hell could this be otherwise though?!

“You’re in a story Stanley. A story, I’ll remind you, that you veered off track at the very last step. Do you know how absolutely rude that is? How disruptive it is to go all the way to the end of something before deciding you’ve got better things to do? The least you could do to make up for it would be to listen this time. Are you capable of following through to the end this time, or are you going to get cold feet again?”

Stanley pushed up hard from the desk, sending the chair spinning away from him. He opened his mouth to yell back and-

Nothing. No words. He mouthed them, but stopped himself a word into the sentence. He grabbed at his hair and growled in his throat before throwing the office door open. He could still make noise at least.

“Oh good, you’re out of your office. A great first step, Stanley, you’re well on your way to a marvellous second attempt. Bra-vo.”

He yelled out again and spun around, gesturing up to nobody at the ceiling. What the fuck was going on, why couldn’t he talk? And where was this condescending sonuvabitch coming from? Because if he fucking showed himself Stanley would be throwing hands.

“You’re in my story, Stanley, I’ve already told you that. My, you’re proving to be a very poor listener. I’m The Narrator, and my job is to tell you where to go next. Your job is to follow those simple orders. Have you got all that or need I repeat myself, again?”

Stanley was about to snap back when he locked up. Hold on a minute. He hadn’t said anything. How did..?

“I can hear you just fine Stanley, voice or not. Though, I’m not sure why you’re unable to speak out loud. You should be able to..” the voice faded backwards, as if leaning away from a microphone. A moment later it came back clear. “Oh well. I’ll be honest I’m not in a hurry to solve that particular problem. You seem to be a handful enough as it is, without being able to talk back out loud.”

Stanley blinked and set his jaw firm. This asshole was..reading his thoughts? That was insanely fucking invasive!

“Well it’s how you’ll be communicating to me from now on, so get used to it.” The voice- or, The Narrator, as his puffed up ass had called himself -dipped his tone low and Stanley glowered nowhere in particular. No. There was no fucking way he was just going to go along with this, this was delusional. He was delusional, he had to be. Where the hell was he and where was the exit. He spun around and, after looking over his limited options, just decided to start trying doors.

“Oh, fantastic. Wasting more time that we could be using to get back on track. They’re locked, Stanley, all of them. If I wanted you to go in every single office I would’ve left the doors open. It’s a very clear system to indicate where to go next, I’m not sure why you’re having so much trouble understanding it.”

Can you shut your trap for one goddamn minute?! Stanley didn’t give a flying fuck about this Narrator’s ‘story’, he just wanted out. And one of these doors somewhere was bound to take him there.

“Did you consider that perhaps the ending I had planned and was taking you to was the exit, Stanley? You were right there, one button press away! Freedom was within your reach and you squandered it at the last moment. All for what, a sense of control? Of agency? Well I hope you got your sense of control, Stanley, because your death is about as much agency as you’re going to get here.”

Stanley looked up at the ceiling and stopped. Was that a threat?

“A promise, Stanley. I’m in control here. You should get used to that as soon as possible so we can get back on schedule.”

Stanley ground his teeth together and turned away from the doors, stomping off down the office hallways. If death was his only way to establish agency then so be it. It didn’t seem to take, so he’d shoot that bullet at this self-important Narrator as many times as it took to, to..fuck, he didn’t know. He just knew he was angry and where a very easy to jump off bridge was in this godsforsaken place.

There was a sigh. “Well, if you’re headed back to the Mind Control Facility, then at least you’ll have the chance to correct your previous mistake. Maybe try taking some soothing breaths on the way there, calm yourself down before we reach that crucial point in the story.”

Stanley started towards the door on the left but stopped as The Narrator was talking. His chest was rising and falling fast and heavy and his mind was working overtime to have a clear coherent thought. But he had enough clarity to make the calculated decision to go as out of his way as he could from that predetermined path The Narrator was trying to take him down. Stanley pivoted on his heel and entered through the door on the right.

“No, no, no, what are you doing? Argh, you’re being so difficult, you know that Stanley? I put a lot of time and work into this story and you’re just spitting in the face of it before you’ve even seen it all! Do you make such snap judgements about everything you come across or did you save this particular treatment for me?”

Shut up!! Shut! UP! Stanley swung his fist hard into the wall beside him, shaking a painting nearby and hurting his hand like hell. But the tingling in the side of his hand wasn’t at the forefront of his mind. He just heard ringing in his ears and felt a hot tightness in his throat. He stood there, waiting for another sarcastic comment, another condescending insult. But this time, there was nothing. At least for a few moments.

“Hm. Well..” The Narrator finally said, prompting an exaggerated eye roll and sharp sigh from Stanley. He kept on forward, and as he rounded a few corners and passed through a very blue themed break room, The Narrator tried to rectify.

“Listen Stanley, I see that we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot here. By now I’m sure you can see how wrong of you it was to veer my story off track at the last moment, I needn’t go on about it any longer. But perhaps you’ll be good enough to work with me to make up for it. To set things right.” Ahead of him, down a long hallway, a door on the left opened of its own accord. He slowed but didn’t stop walking entirely.

“Cut through here Stanley and we can get back on track. I can acknowledge that perhaps I was too quick to expect a perfect run from you on your first go around. That was unprofessional of me, I deeply apologize.” Stanley scoffed at the lazily hidden sarcasm and continued past the opened door. “But if we can just- Stanley, Stanley no the meeting room is this way- Stanley!”

But Stanley didn’t stop. He stepped down a few concrete steps out of the small room the hallway connected to and found himself in an OSHA agent’s nightmare of a warehouse room. Floor to ceiling shelves with boxes all the way up, easily a few stories tall. And with not nearly enough guardrails.

Stanley grinned to himself and strode with purpose towards the platform’s edge.

“W-wait, Stanley, Stanley think about this. Do you really want to leap to your certain death, simply to spite me? There’s other solutions to this, I implore you to really stop and-”

Stanley gave a middle finger salute to the ceiling and swung a leg out over the edge, letting gravity do the rest. He heard the first note of a ‘No!’ before it all went black.

And he experienced a sensation of loss. Like something falling out of your pocket without you realizing it. And then he woke up.

The ghost sensation of pain lingered faintly across his body but dissipated as he adjusted. He was back at the desk, staring at the empty monitor. He heard The Narrator clear his throat.

“If that’s out of your system, I’d like to move on now.”

Not so tough now huh, fucker? Stanley chuckled to himself and stood up, rolling up his sleeves and ditching his tie on the ground as he briskly moved through the office. The Narrator, with an edge of unease to his words, tried to slip back into the usual script of each area. Though again, Stanley took the right hand door upon reaching the junction.

This time though, he didn’t get back talk. Just another few scripted lines trying to get him back on track. As Stanley ignored the shortcut again though, there was a curt sigh.

“Stanley, honestly, this is..well, it’s uncalled for.”

What do you care, I don’t seem to die here.

“That isn’t the problem Stanley, it-” The Narrator grumbled in his throat and huffed. “Stanley I feel that we can sort out this problem with talking. A quiet, calm discussion between two mature minds. You don’t need to resort to this to make your point. I truly do want the best for you Stanley, honest, and if you’d just give me the chance to prove it, I can show you. You just need to step back from the ledge.”

The plea seemed genuine, but Stanley wasn’t about to forget what else The Narrator had also said in earnest. Not half an hour ago- or however long it was, with these odd resets -The Narrator had gleefully blown Stanley up because he’d pressed the wrong button. Didn’t matter if death was permanent or not, that was terrifying and beyond sadistic. This moment of ‘maturity’ wasn’t overriding that.

“I understand your reservations Stanley, I hear them loud and clear, and believe me I intend to fully make up for all of your grievances in due time. Here,” Stanley heard a door open back in the small adjoining room. “Come back through, we’ll get back to the two doors, and we can work off a clean slate. New beginnings, a fresh start, doesn’t that sound nice Stanley? It seems a much better option that hurling yourself to your death over and over, does it not?”

Stanley glanced back through the window to the hallway now reopened for him. Then he looked back down. What was waiting for him back at those doors, really? What was The Narrator hoping to gain here? It really seemed like he just wanted to send Stanley through the same looping story over and over, never deviating, just to satisfy his own ego. Stanley didn’t know if there was anything else to this office. But he certainly wasn’t going to find out by walking the same path ad infinitum.

No, he had to make a choice now. Right here, Stanley had to decide where he stood. He didn’t know how he got here, he didn’t know how he kept resetting, he didn’t know how to get out or if he even could. But he knew one thing. He knew it with more certainty than anything right now.

Stanley looked up into the air and tightened his jaw.

Nobody tells me what to do.

And he stepped off the ledge.

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Loop 8

Stanley’s office door was slamming against the wall before his vision had even fully settled and he angrily stumbled into the hallway. His tie was tossed to the ground and half the first office space covered before he suddenly halted in his steps and threw a furrowed glance at the ceiling.

Silence.

Fucking finally. It had taken seven plummets to the warehouse floor but maybe that windbag was finally done. Stanley scoffed, barely believing that even possible, and continued forward.

Each reset brought him to a default state in more ways than just physical. Each time his emotional state evened out. But for the last half a dozen resets it had taken just a few moments for his mind to catch up and send a surge of anger through him. He was on an adrenaline rush, a rage-fueled spite spree. The Narrator had said death was Stanley’s only way of establishing agency over himself. If that was true, then that would be the only thing Stanley ever did.

He didn’t even have to fight his body’s self-preservation now. With very little pain experienced before the reset and the total lack of a real consequence, his instinctual fear response was all but gone. As soon as Stanley was in the warehouse he could damn near do a jumping dive off the platform to meet his impermanent fate.

Going every other step down into the room, Stanley strolled chest puffed up to the ledge for the eighth time. But something that wasn’t a fear of death kept his feet glued to the yellow caution tape just before the drop. A different concern was bubbling. A worry caused by an unexplained change in the environment. Once again, he cast his eyes upwards.

Absolute silence.

Stanley sighed heavily and gestured sharply upwards. C’mon, at least put up some sort of a fight. This is just pathetic.

Nothing.

His brows came together and he set his jaw firm. He took a step back. Hello?

Complete and utter quiet.

Stanley’s chest tightened and he squeezed his fist. What was this then? A guilt trip? A ploy to get Stanley to apologize or feel bad? It wouldn’t work. Best give it up while you can still back out or Stanley would never let The Narrator live down this cheap manipulation trick.

...

Nothing. Not a word, not a breath. The oppressive soundlessness of the warehouse left him able to hear his own heart beating in his ears. Only dead air surrounded him, and the jarring shift from just a few minutes ago was..not sitting well in his twisting gut.

Stanley stood there for maybe a minute, just listening. Straining to hear anything at all. Any sound of movement, of a person just holding their breath behind a microphone. But it was impossibly still. He gave in, moved away from the ledge and started back to the lounge, slowly. Cautiously. Distrusting even more of the bland hallways of this non-euclidian hell. Each checkpoint Stanley stopped and projected a questioning thought at..wherever The Narrator was. And each time was the same. Silence was all she wrote.

With a grumble in his throat Stanley picked up his pace, cutting through the two doors intersection, back through the large connecting office space, back through his small starting room, all the way back to his office. Normally these doors would all be closed, but they were left open, giving him a free backtrack this time around. He dropped himself into his office chair and rotated stiffly back and forth, hands holding the arms of the chair tightly. Another upward glance, another questioning thought. Another lot of nothing at all.

He waited a minute. Then two minutes. Then four, then ten. He watched the hand tick away on the clock on his wall, the only sound aside from his own shallow breathing. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tic-

Fine! Stanley threw his hands up and stood from the chair. He began to pace, only able to take a few steps in this tiny office space before sharply pivoting. Fine, fine! He was done, he was done with the warehouse now. Is that what The Narrator wanted? He wasn’t getting an apology. Stanley was not even going to lie about feeling sorry. But he’d concede on this. He was done throwing himself off the warehouse platform.

He stopped pacing and folded his arms anxiously. His eyes locked onto a worn part of the carpet that hugged the doorframe. One tick. Two ticks. Three ticks.

What the fuck was he supposed to do?! Stanley didn’t regret killing himself over and over. The Narrator deserved to irritated. To have his path ignored. He blew Stanley up on his very first run through this place, before Stanley even knew that he wasn’t in an inconsequential dream. What kind of fair was that? It wasn’t! And so if The Narrator wasn’t going to play fair, neither was Stanley. He wasn’t going to apologize for hitting back.

But he was done! That was the best The Narrator was going to get so he better be satisfied with it quick. Stanley would promise to not jump off the warehouse platform again. That was his offer. His compromise. He’d do that if The Narrator would give up this stupid, childish silent treatment.

One tick. Two ticks. Three.

Stanley groaned out loud and sped out of the office again. He was still riddled with aftershocks of anger, but quickly replacing it was the shakiness of anxiety. He was assuming a cold shoulder here but for all he knew The Narrator had up and left and wasn’t hearing a word he was saying. Or, thinking. Whatever.

Stanley rounded the corner of the hall towards the two doors. He stopped at the crossroad and stared at his options. His nails pressed into his palms and his eyes jumped between each doorway with nervous indecisiveness. He almost wanted to go back to the lounge to try and wait this out somewhere at least mildly comfortable. But the worry that, if The Narrator was listening, he would think Stanley was going back on his offered deal, kept his feet planted. Maybe going the correct way would break him out of this? If he’d at least talk back to Stanley they could discuss this for real.

Stanley sighed and pursed his lips. He hadn’t really given the opportunity for discussion before. He was so quick to react, so quick to jump down the throat of the only other person- person? Being? -that was here that not once had the thought crossed his mind to just..try and talk about it all. Stanley had opted to be hostile right off the bat, and could he really entirely blame The Narrator for not backing down from that? Was that not was Stanley had just done? Refused to back down? Stanley was stubborn, but so was The Narrator it seemed. It was beyond hypocritical for Stanley to criticise The Narrator’s uncooperation when Stanley had behaved in the exact same way.

A slow clap startled him out of his train of thought and he winced at just how hard he’d been clenching his fists. He folded his arms back over his chest as he expectantly looked up to the sudden sound.

“You got there quicker than I had expected, great job Stanley. I really did believe it might take you a few loops of not dying to begin to feel bad, but perhaps I was too harsh on your ability to empathize. Maybe you do have a heart in there after all.”

Stanley blinked. His mouth parted slightly and his thoughts came up blank with a response. The Narrator went on.

“If you do mean it and you are quite done with this whole business in the warehouse, I would very much like to move on. There’s so much more here you haven’t seen yet. I’d of course prefer you take the intended route but honestly at this point I’ll simply take any path that isn’t to the warehouse, I’m not particularly picky. Whenever you’re ready just go ahead and pass through the door on your left. Much appreciated Stanley.”

..Wait. Wait, wait, wait, so The Narrator was here the whole time? He was just ignoring Stanley on purpose? Why?! “To wait you out. To get you to realize the error of your ways, acknowledge them, and apologize for them. You didn’t explicitly state an apology but I’ll count it, all of that self-beration was close enough for me.”

Stanley saw red. This whole time, this WHOLE time, The Narrator really was just using a shitty manipulation tactic to drag an anxious, guilty thought stream out of Stanley. Who the fuck did he think he was?! Stanley stormed through the door on the right. He’d show this all-important Narrator what the fuck he got when he fucked with Stanley like that. He wasn’t going to get a meek little ‘sorry’ and an obedient puppet that walked his stupid path. He’d told Stanley to get used to The Narrator being in charge? Well The Narrator better get used to Stanley never following orders.

There wasn’t a second of hesitation this time. In a heartbeat, darkness overtook his vision, consciousness stamped out with the heavy thud of his body on concrete. And he was gone.

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inevitably-johnlocked · 1 year

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Hi dear librarian! 1/? I was wondering if there's a term to describe a phenomenon that plagues so many films nowadays and partially responsible for the downfall of BBC Sherlock and MCU: it appears that the creators/screenwriters are afraid of or uncomfortable dealing with strong negative emotions. It's very obvious in Sherlock S3,S4, and MCU after Infinity War. They immediately interrupt an emotional scene with a quip, joke, or a solution. It really disturbs the plot flow, emotional buildup,

2/? and the tension of the show. E.g., in Sherlock S3E1 the reunion scene and the underground scene, in S4 the ghost Mary non-stop quips before the emotional hug. In S2, they really shouldn't have revealed Irene or Sherlock survived immediately after the event. I don't know what the writers were afraid of. Without a proper buildup, the resolution doesn't feel satisfactory. I'm very happy that in GOTG 3 they avoided this problem and it's probably the only MCU film worth seeing recently. 3/3 Another example is the Thor series. I know Thor 1 has many plot flaws, but they got the aesthetics right and with a Prometheus type of self-sacrifice, it feels like a proper fusion of technology and mythology. But later they wrote Thor as a laughing stock for his depression and in his own 3rd and 4th film, every remotely serious emotional scene was undermined by something. Just why?! That's part of the reason people say MCU doesn't feel relatable anymore. Thx for reading and stay cool!

Hey Nonny *HUGS*

Thank you for this insightful ask, and my answer is essentially this: shareholders and studio meddling, and probably bad writing by people who think they know better. A lot of the MCU, for instance, is SO boring and repetitive right now because they're too afraid, it seems, to stray from "what is safe", stuff that won't have people bitching at them, or they're trying too hard to recapture what made the Infinity Saga so amazing. They spent TOO long being praised and in turn stopped trying so hard, and under Chapek, dude was a greedy bastard who worked Feige to stress. I'm glad that they pulled back, it seems, and I hope it stays that way, hopefully so they can make new movies up to the quality of GOTG 3 again. Studios like Dreamworks and Indie studios are taking risks, and it's paying off, because people are bored with the sanitization of Disney and Marvel. Everything has to have no true villain in Disney.

That's not to say I don't still enjoy Disney, I do, but Marvel as-of-late has put out more flops than fantastics. And I suspect some of it is studio and shareholder meddling. It's a miracle Gunn got to do what he wanted for GOTG3, and I'm glad he did. With Thor 3 I feel like Taika got raked over the coals because he had to follow whatever plan they wanted for his vision. I dunno. Marvel for me is so hit-and-miss these days.

As for Sherlock... I think part of it was BBC meddling and another was ego-tripping, because Mofftiss continually put out winner after winner of seasons, so they thought, because just the TWO of them got an Emmy for TAB, well, they're good enough to get it for a WHOLE SEASON! (which, for the record on my opinion, I think Mofftiss are better at ONE SHOT episodes, not an entire series on their own... they run out of ideas and then throw whatever their weird fanboy fantasies want, and without a third writer to reign them in, we get S4). So yeah, that's what I mean by bad writing as well. I BELIEVE Moffat or his wife owns Pinewood Studios that they film in, so like... it's literal studio meddling, LOL. But yeah sometimes a writer or director can also be too big in their britches, and whatever they say, goes.

So yeah, I dunno. It's honestly a mix of everything and fatigue with the unoriginality of content these days. I think that's why I don't really watch anything anymore unless a trailer REALLY grips me, or it's recommended to me by a Lovely. I stick mostly to old-faves because I know I won't be disappointed, or fandom-related content.

What do y'all think?

#steph replies #chatting with nonnies #my thoughts #film fatigue #marvel fatigue #shitposting #shitposting steph

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Marte, I really enjoy reading your ideas and opinions so thanks for this blog 💚💙

Just wondered what you think about Liam Payne and his career. Will there ever be an LP2?

Hi, anon!

I love Liam, but much like Louis i think he struggles with the mistreatment and trauma from his time in 1d. It seems to me like the image he was given in 1d made it difficult for him to find a new image and find his genre as a solo artist. I think the controversies around him like 'i used to be in 1d, now i'm free' and the payne chain image was a huge mistake. It made a lot of former 1d fans turn on him. I also think he's the one with the smallest fanbase out of 1d. He's tried, bless him, but he doesn’t have a good promo strategy for his music. He isn't that involved with his own music and that bi song was another controversy. He lacks authenticity. The controversies are stacking up, it's like he doesn’t know what is the right thing to do or say. He doesn’t know the consequences of his actions and how things look to others. He also don't know how to connect to his fans, because of lack of understanding.

His lack of a break-through with his music must have been hard on him. He's done a series of pr relationships with rich american wannabe influencers, and these people are horrible and affect his image and mental health. He is not in a good place with his addictions, and mental and physical health right now. It's concerning. It has lead him to do and say things publically that has turned both fandom and the gp against him. He's a laughing stock and sort of cancelled. He's trying to better his image step by step, but it's hard for people to forget his past mistakes. He's still doing very controversial things, red flag stuff or things that's looked down on. It seems like he needs some guidance and to have good, supportive people around him. He needs to get a hold of his addictions, his mental health and break up with his current horrible gf.

I don't think he's in a place right now where he can tour or make new music. He needs to fix himself first, fix his relationship with his fandom and then he can make new music. I wish all the best for Liam, i can see he's struggling.

#liam #there needs to be less face palm moments from him #his image needs an overhaul too

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dianakc · 2 years

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Marital Love

Fandom: North and South

John gripped his bride’s hand in his as they entered her bedroom on their wedding night. He had offered her some privacy before he came to her to consummate their marriage, but Margaret had asked him to come with her. She felt this would be far preferable than getting ready for bed and waiting for him like the proverbial 'lamb to the slaughter'. The soft click as the door shut behind them was magnified in the silence.

John and Margaret stood facing each other in the bedroom. Husband and wife so inexperienced but longing to learn; both scared as kittens but not wanting the other to know. John took her face in both his hands and pressed tender kisses from his soft lips to hers.

Breaking away, John said, "Let's sit and 'ave a drink. I wanted to talk to you. In private," he said as he went to the small table by the fire and poured two drinks. "A little liquid courage," he said wryly. Margaret took her glass from him and sipped, the spirit gradually warming her and calming her shredded nerves.

John untied his cravat letting it dangle around his neck and undid the top button of his shirt. "Margaret, do you know what the marital bed requires?" he asked, staring at his glass, "I mean, do you know what we are to do?" and he glanced up at her nervously.

"Well, Aunt Shaw did tell me a little. She said I should 'be brave and a good wife and…please you'… but, I don’t really know how to do that. You will have to show me," she admitted, patting his hand and giving it a little squeeze. "I will do my best."

"Oh, Margaret," he said, shaking his head, "everything you do pleases me," and gave her one of his heart-stopping, lopsided, bashful smiles.

"The thing is," he said, clearing his throat and concentrating on the contents of his glass again, "I’ve a feeling that I 'ave no more idea than you do," and he looked up at his lovely wife through his long lashes.

"Goodness! Well, what are we to do?" said Margaret laughing nervously.

"Umm well, I understand the mechanics, so to speak. But I am concerned that I want to do it right… so that I don’t hurt you and I hope that, perhaps… if I get it right… you might like it as well."

"You are assuming you will like it?" said Margaret.

"Oh yes, I will," he replied quickly, nodding, then blushed. "But I’ve 'eard it can hurt women, and, more than anything Margaret, I don’t want that."

"So what do you suggest?"

"Well, I anticipated this and did a little research… and… well… I have ordered a book."

Margaret looked at him blankly.

"A sort of a handbook. An instruction manual. With illustrations. The thing is, it 'asn’t arrived yet."

How very 'John' thought Margaret, smiling.

"Would you mind terribly, dearest, if we just slept together till it arrives? No one will know and I shouldn’t think it will be long," John suggested nervously, his hands now a bit clammy as he held fast to Margaret’s hand.

Margaret let out a sigh of relief. "I think that would be most acceptable. Should we…get ready then?"

John undid the buttons down the back of Margaret’s dress taking an extraordinarily long time to accomplish the task as his hands were trembling and the buttons were so darned fiddly. He then untied her petticoats and Margaret stepped out of the clothing leaving her in just her corset, drawers and stockings. Oh Lord. John swallowed. He was about to tackle the lacing of her corset when there was a sharp rap on the door. Margaret and John both jumped and looked stricken at one another. Margaret grabbed for her robe and John went to the door, unlocking it and opening it a couple of inches. Dixon attempted to bluster in but John wasn’t having any of it.

"I’ve come to ready Miss Margaret for bed. Should you be in here?" she said accusingly. John’s eyebrows shot up at the maid’s impertinence.

"Margaret 'as no need of you this evening, thank you Dixon, goodnight," he replied briskly, closing the door on her and turning the key.

When the lacing on Margaret’s corset was loosened she stepped behind the screen to get into her nightdress and left John to remove his clothes. He didn’t usually wear a nightshirt and when he’d tried one on the night before to 'practice' he’d felt silly. So when he was undressed, John put on his robe and sat back in his chair by the fire with his brandy, and waited for Margaret to finish.

Soon Margaret reappeared wearing a white cotton nightgown; John approved. She sat at the dressing table, trying to act naturally although her heart was pounding in her chest; she started taking down her hair. John watched from a distance, longing to participate in this most intimate ritual. This was a night of so many firsts. He’d never been in the room with a woman when he wore so little, nor had he seen a woman wearing only a nightgown. He’d never seen Margaret's hair down and it was glorious; she took his breath away.

John took Margaret by the hand and led her to the bed. He pulled down the cover and she climbed in. He extinguished all but one of the candles, took off his robe and slipped between the cool sheets on the opposite side. In the dim light Margaret got a glimpse of his naked back, bottom and thighs as he got into bed. Her mouth went dry and she put a hand to her heart to calm it. Goodness. Even in that brief moment he looked…magnificent. And he was all hers.

"Come here my love," he said, stretching out his arm so that she could lie in his embrace. Margaret lifted her face to his and they kissed, tentatively at first but their passion soon ignited. Their desire grew, both partners gradually needing more as they touched and kissed. Only Margaret’s nightgown separated them, and both were aroused by the feel of their bodies moving, squirming instinctively against each other.

Margaret was aware of something hard grinding into her stomach and was puzzled. Breaking off from one of John’s delicious kisses she asked, "John?" and reached for the mysterious rigid object. John stopped breathing. The feeling of Margaret touching him so intimately even by mistake was earth shattering.

"Oh goodness!" said Margaret. "Is that… I mean, how… oh, goodness!" John swallowed.

"It is quite normal dearest. When a man is ready to make love, umm, he becomes 'ard. So that it will go inside. If you understand," he said, embarrassed.

Margaret reached for the candle, "May I see?" she said with curiosity as she started moving the covers down. John was mortified but what could he do? He didn’t want to conceal this normal occurrence from Margaret, but his discomfort was acute. No one had seen him naked as a grown man before, let alone in an aroused state.

"Oh my!" she said, peering at the offending body part, "will it fit?" she asked with a look that said 'that is never going to work'.

"Oh Margaret, what have you married?" he said, shaking his head, and both broke out into giggles.

"But seriously my love, I don’t think I am different from other men and they all manage it," he said, trying to sound more certain than he really was. "Perhaps we should wait for the instructions?" he said hopefully and drew the covers up again.

"Of course," said Margaret, and she was willingly pulled back into his arms. He was right, it appeared to work for other married couples so everything should be alright. Both her parents and his had done it at least twice and survived. But, goodness, no wonder it hurts.

The next day, to John’s great relief, the book arrived. John bounded up the stairs to Margaret’s room and placed it on the small table by the fireside. The couple both stood back staring at the brown paper package as though it were an unexploded bomb.

"Shall we wait? Leave it till tonight and look together?" she asked and moved to hold his hand, her eyes fixed on the parcel.

"Mmm yes," he nodded.

Early that evening, shortly after dinner, Margaret stood and announced she was retiring as she had developed a headache. The elder Mrs Thornton looked up at Margaret from her needlework. Ahh, so that’s how the land lies. She has no more a headache than I do. Perhaps all did not go well with the new Mr and Mrs Thornton’s union last night.

Margaret had been gone for a few minutes, and Hannah was gearing up to broach the thorny topic of 'relations' when John jumped up. "I find I also have a headache, Mother. Goodnight," and he gave her a customary peck on the cheek.

"There's nothing for you up there tonight son. It’s female code," she said but it was too late. John was leaping up the stairs two at a time in pursuit of his wife. Hannah shook her head and continued to stab her embroidery to death.

Now they both knew the process, John and Margaret got ready for bed, she in her nightgown and he in his robe. Dixon was irritated to be told she would not be needed again. She’d have to have words with Miss Margaret. Him in her room again, two nights in a row! The mistress will be turning in her grave! And meddling with her clothes? It's not right.

The 'liquid courage' was on hand again and they sat in front of the fire and John bravely picked up the package and opened it. He shuffled his chair up to Margaret’s so she could see, and opened the first page and started reading the preface.

"John! You’re surely not going to read that! Get to the important bit," Margaret urged, trying to turn the pages.

"Hang on Mrs Impatient," he said, snatching it out of reach. "I want to do this properly. No cuttin' corners you know," he said, giving her a saucy wink. He did, however, skip over the preface and introduction and went straight into 'Anatomy'. This had particularly been bothering him since last night’s 'show and tell' and he had been perturbed to think he actually wouldn’t fit. John read quickly through the details of the male anatomy in his deep velvety voice and Darkshire accent. Margaret listened, identifying words she could not recall having ever heard before. A veritable foreign language that she would have to revisit when John was at work. Indeed, it clarified John’s explanation that when the man was ready to enter the female, his penis became rigid to facilitate penetration. Goodness, an instruction manual indeed.

The female anatomy was then described and both John and Margaret flushed crimson as he read the passage aloud. However, John’s brow creased as he tried to understand the narrative. It explained that the female became lubricated when ready for penetration. Images of pistons and axle-grease flitted through his mind. Ah, I see. The guide went on to describe a membrane which is breached during first intercourse causing bleeding and a degree of pain. John sat back in his chair and looked at the ceiling musing, "Well how fascinatin'. I wonder what the evolutionary benefit of such a membrane would have been?"

"John," Margaret rolled her eyes. "So far I sound like an antiquated machine in need of oiling to get going. Get on with it."

"Sorry, dearest." John flicked over the page and both involuntarily let out a little gasp and looked at each other. As well as the description of 'Intercourse' was illustration 1.

John found it hard to read the text when he knew Margaret was having a good opportunity to inspect the diagram first. The principle was simple. The erect male penis enters the female lubricated vagina and by moving forwards and back the male is stimulated to produce a fluid containing his seed.

Margaret wasn’t listening. "Well this is most reassuring, John. If this illustration is to scale then your… proportions… from last night look approximately correct," she said looking pleased with herself. John leaned in for a closer look.

"Yes, you’re right." Thank the Lord!

John and Margaret thought that was all that they needed to know and thinking the next page must be the conclusion, John casually flipped the page. Goodness. Margaret put a hand to her chest and John inhaled his brandy with a strangled cough.

The next section was called 'Marital love' and illustrations 2 and 3 depicted the male and female form engaged in sexual intercourse, first with the female below and next with her on top. John started reading the text with trepidation, "Stimulation of the penis and clitoris"... who knew!?... "is required for both husband and wife to achieve climax. Practice can lead to greater satisfaction. Stimulation to both partners can also be achieved by……" John blanched.

"What John? By what?" asked Margaret impatiently, "give it here." Grabbing the book out of John’s hand she glared at him and noticed a slight sheen of perspiration across his forehead. It’s not that warm surely by the fire. He’s hardly wearing anything!

"Where were you, oh yes, 'Stimulation to both partners can also be achieved by application of the…..mouth. See illustrations 4 and 5'... they must be over the page," she said nervously and licked her lips.

"John?"

"Yes dearest?" he croaked.

"Do you think we should…?" said Margaret, eyeing the bed and closing the book.

"Oh yes," breathed John, grasping her hand and practically dragging Margaret to the bed where they both clambered in on the same side.

It was a while later when John and Margaret came back down to earth. "Bloody 'ell," panted John, a silly smile on his face. He snuggled up to Margaret whispering sweet nothings and nuzzling his nose in her ear. Margaret wasn’t sure she could form a coherent sentence. She cuddled up to John and they fell blissfully asleep.

Next morning John awoke to the incredible feeling of his wife’s naked body, pressed against his. With a sigh of regret he attempted to untangle himself from her limbs saying, "I must go to work my angel, or I’ll be late. I can’t be settin' a bad example." Margaret however, had other ideas and used her powers of persuasion to get John to engage in a little more practice, as recommended in the manual. Being the diligent student that he was, John required little coaxing, and was in fact beginning to formulate a few ideas for illustrations himself.

Margaret looked at her husband. "How will you explain being late to your workers?" she teased.

"It’s quite simple my love, I will stand on’t iron steps an announce I was detained havin' sex with my wife." Margaret squeaked and batted his chest playfully. "Very well, very well I won’t, I promise. I’ll tell them…. I was detained havin' marital love," and both broke into giggles under the covers as Margaret attempted to tickle him into submission.

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