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favorite quotes from this interview with writer Jes Tom (wrote S2E7 with Natalie Torres)

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Chapter 20 pt. 1- I Do

Summary: It's finally here, the day you've been waiting for since the day Javi came into your life and changed it for the better- It's your wedding day, and things couldn't be more perfect. Except for the fact that you and Javi can barley contain your excitement as you wait to see each other.

Word Count: 11.4K (If this wasn't 2 parts, this would be 30k long and wouldn't be finished until May)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, praise kink, marriage kink (?), kind of semi-public sex (they're gettin' busy in the bathroom), Kind of getting caught (Steve needs to mind his own business), wedding things!!, family dynamics, mentions of death/grief, lots of emotions, Javi being an anxious, blubbering, hot mess, Javi being so in love and is so excited to spend the rest of his life with you that it physically hurts me (this chapter is lots of fluff and feelings and not as much smut, sorry!! Don't worry, there's PLENTY more to come next chapter 🤪)

A/N: Hi friends!!! Well, she's finally here, the moment we've all been waiting for- our two favorite idiots are finally getting married 😭💕 While I would have loved to make this one chapter, it literally would have been SO long, and Lord knows when I actually would have finished with it. So this chapter is the morning leading up to the ceremony, and part 2 will be the ceremony and reception!! I'm not even gonna lie, I bawled several times writing this chapter. These two mean so much to me, and I'm so honored that you care enough about them to be invested in my silly little story, too 🥺 HAPPY WEDDING DAY!!!

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For the better part of his life, Javier Peña was convinced there was nothing more soul-crushingly painful and miserable than a wedding. On a day that was supposed to be filled with happiness and joy, Javi had spent more years than he’d like to admit doing anything to avoid the occasion all together. Because for him, weddings had meant none of those things. Weddings had only served as yet another reminder of the failure he had chalked himself up to be. 

Leaving Lorraine at the altar and running away to Colombia. 

Watching the successes of everyone else’s blissful domestic lives play out in front of him, while he’d never felt so alone. 

Convincing himself that he would never be worthy of love because of the terrible person that he’d become. 

Weddings had been something that Javier Peña hated more than most things in life. 

But that was until he met you. 

Because today, on the morning of his own wedding, Javi was quite literally bursting at the seams with excitement, goofy grin stretched from ear to ear knowing that in a few short hours, he got to marry the most amazing, beautiful, perfect woman he had ever met. And even though the reality had set in that today was finally the day the two of you started your forever together, he was positive that he’d never get over the reality that you would always be his. 

As he pulled his truck up the driveway to your new home where he should have been sleeping for the better half of last night, there was a part of him that couldn’t have been more thankful he had been able to sneak in just a few more hours with you before sunrise, knowing the anxious anticipation of waiting to see you all day, let alone see you in your wedding dress at the other end of the aisle, was enough to already have his heart beating a million miles a minute at the ripe hours of the morning. 

While he should have known better his Dad would already be well awake by the time he snuck back home, Chucho’s welcoming grin from the front porch was already laced with enough forgiveness for Javi to hope he’d be spared at least some shit from his father. 

“”Morning, mijo.” Chucho chuckled, watching Javi’s sheepish stride up the driveway towards the house, slowly sipping on his cup of coffee with a boyish grin on his face, knowing damn well where his son had been without having to say a word. 

“I already know what you’re gonna say, Pops.” Javi sighed, shaking his head in embarrassment as he approached his dad, letting out a soft grunt as he took a seat next to his father on the top step of the front porch. 

“I haven’t said anything, Javier. Do you have something you want to say?” Chucho couldn’t help but snicker, raising his eyebrows at his son, as he watched his cheeks turn a petrified pink. 

“Nope, I am- oh, fuck me- nope I am, uh, all good.” Javi stammered, burying his hands in his face before running them through the sleepy curls of his hair and over the nape of his neck, his eyes still peeled to the ground, avoiding Chucho’s smug grin. 

“Then all I have to say is,” Cucho paused, taking another swig of coffee, “I hope you never stop loving her the way that you do now.” Javi looked up at his dad in confusion, wondering how his sneaking out wasn’t shaping up to be some sort of teenage scolding from his father. “I already know that you know you are a very, very lucky man Javier, but I also hope that you know you are going to make a wonderful husband. Eres un buen hombre. Estoy muy feliz por ti, mijo. Tu madre también lo estaría. Muy feliz.” (You are a good man. I am so happy for you, son. Your mom would be, too. So happy.) 

Letting his eyes shift off his feet where they had been stuck, Javi looked back up at his father, tears welling in his eyes at Chucho’s reassuring smile, reaching out to wrap his arm around his son, pulling him close enough to let Javi’s head fall on his shoulder, the two sitting for a quiet moment in silence. 

Javi couldn’t help but feel a twinge in his heart, thinking about the fact his mom wouldn’t be with him for the biggest day of his life. His mother had left this world when Javi was at his lowest- alone and halfway across the globe, fighting for a cause he wasn’t even sure he believed in. It had always haunted him that his mom had died worried that her son had become a broken man, and would never be proud of the person he’d turned out to be. When he returned home, he felt even worse thinking that his one living parent probably felt that way, too. 

But what brought him solace in a time that he needed it most, was you. You had given him a reason to make his parents proud, to make himself proud. While his mom would never be able to tell him the words he so desperately longed to hear, he knew in his heart that the life he’d built because of you was all the comfort he needed to prove to himself Lucia was smiling down on him when he needed it most. And as he looked up at the sky, the pink and orange rays of the beautiful sunrise beginning to spill over the horizon, he had never been more sure that even though his mom couldn’t physically be by his side, that Lucia Peña would still be with him every step of the way.  

“Fuck, I miss her, Pops. I wish she was here.” 

“She is, Javier. She always will be.” 

After soaking in a few more quiet moments together staring out into the shimmering sunrise, Chucho let out a content sigh, giving Javi a gentle pat on the back and rustling the dark curls of his son’s thick hair. 

“But, if there is one thing I know about your Mother, it’s that  I can practically hear her screeching at us wasting our time being sad about her on the happiest day of your life. Chucho, por qué piedres el tiempo estar triste? Basta de quejarte! Nuestro hijo se está casando, pendejo!” (Why are you wasting your time being sad! Stop moping! Our son is getting married, stupid.) Chucho mocked, shaking his head at the sky at the scolding he knew he’d be getting from his wife, making him and Javi burst into laughter. “And, if there’s another thing I know about your mother,” Chucho paused again, letting out a loud grunt as he pushed himself up to stand, resting his arm on Javi’s shoulder, “it’s that her and I would both agree there better be a nieto (grandchild) in our lives 9 months from now. Dios mío (oh my God), Javier, even on the night before your wedding you two can’t keep your hands to yourselves! I am truly surprised I don’t have 14 grandchildren already.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ, Pops….” Javi whispered to himself over his dad’s schoolgirl snickers, watching his son’s face fall flush once again, standing up to follow behind his dad back inside as Chuhco began to waddle his way across the porch. 

Although Javi could have tried to plead his case to his dad to prove his innocence, truth be told, today, he really didn’t care. Today, the only thing he cared about was that in just a few short hours, he got to meet you, his wife, at the end of the aisle and spend his forever with the woman he loved more than life itself. For the first time in his life, Javier Peña couldn’t have been more excited for a wedding. 

You weren’t sure how many more times you had read the scratchy print scribbled across the bright yellow post-it Javi had left behind on his pillow before he had snuck out for the morning, but you did know that your heart beat faster and faster in anxious anticipation with every glance over his words, counting down the second until you got to see him again. 

You had kept yourself in your room, convinced that your excited impatience would have you awake well before everyone else still sleeping at the ranch, but as you heard clanging and bickering starting to echo from the kitchen, you should have known better that your mom and Connie would be up to something to kick start your wedding day. 

With a yawn and stretch of your arms above your head, you flopped yourself out of bed, exchanging Javi’s worn t-shirt and sleep shorts for the white pajama set your mom had insisted she buy for you to get ready in as a compromise for your adamant despise at the white silky robe that had “bride” stitched across it in big pink letters that she had begged to buy you. 

Shuffling down the hallway, the commotion in the kitchen only became increasingly louder, now realizing almost everyone must be awake for whatever antics were taking place for the early hours of the morning. As you turned the corner, you were greeted by an adorable “Happy Wedding Day!” banner that had been made by the girls hanging on the wall, decorated with adorable crayon drawings of flowers, you and Javi, and all of the horses of the Peña ranch dressed in wedding apparel. As your eyes scanned across the rest of the room, the kitchen table was already full of breakfast, balloons dangled from the ceiling, and your mom and Connie were actively working on filling up what was most likely one too many glasses of mimosas.  

“Happy wedding day, Auntie Bear!” A little voice cooed behind you, looking down to see a still very sleepy Olivia, hair still crazed and bed ridden as she wrapped herself around your hip, squeezing you in a tight hug. 

“Ahhhhh, there’s the bride!!” Your mom shrieked, her pitch enough to make everyone in the room wince as she barreled towards you, joining Olivia to engulf you in her grasp. After everyone had recovered from your mom’s shrill greeting, everyone else had soon joined in on squeezing you in a giant group hug, the gesture in itself making you smile, but the physical restraint in the middle of a human sandwich being a little too much for you this early in the morning. 

“Thanks guys. I uh, I would like to make it out alive for my wedding so maybe if we don’t squish me to death, that would be great.” You grunted, trying to wriggle out of the arms squishing your body, hoping that someone would get the hint. 

“Alright, I think she’s probably had enough.” Connie laughed, finally noticing the look on your face, prompting everyone to give you at least a little breathing room. 

“I’m just so excited for you! I can’t believe you’re getting married, sweetie!” Your mom, clearly not picking up on the hint, was now back to squeezing you in a bear hug again tight enough to make your eyes pop out of your head. “Okay, sorry, sorry, I’m done now, just had to get one last one out of my system… for now. Here, have a seat, honey,” Your mom gestured towards the kitchen table, pulling out a chair for you to sit in, “we have about an hour before we have to start doing hair and makeup but we have plenty of breakfast for you to choose from before we get the day started. How’d you sleep?” 

“Oh, um- fine, I um, I slept fine.” You lied, now sheepishly staring down at the overflowing plate of breakfast food your mom had set in front of you, taking a hefty bite of pancake before looking back up, your eyes meeting Connie’s, a suspicious smirk gleaming on her face as she stared at you, crossing your arms over your chest as you swallowed your food with a more audible than intended gulp. 

“Oh good!” Your mom replied, obvious to yours and Connie’s silent interaction as she meandered around the kitchen. “Well, eat up, I’m off to go check on some things outside, but by the time I get back in here, that plate better be cleared! Girls, come help Grandma, let your Aunt finish her breakfast!” 

“Okay!” Your nieces giggled, following behind your mom into the backyard, leaving you and Connie alone in the kitchen, hearing her silently laugh to herself as she sat down next to you at the table. 

“Good sleep, huh? Good sleep that definitely had nothing to do with Javi’s truck that left here at 6:00 AM this morning?” Connie snickered, giving you a little wink as your cheeks turned pink with embarrassment, letting out a defeated sigh. 

“I promise it’s not what you think. I actually couldn’t sleep and I called Javi and he ended up coming over so I wouldn’t be up the whole night. I told him he didn’t have to, but I was up and stressed and having him here was the only thing that was going to help. It was just sleep, I promise.” 

“It’s okay, I believe you. I couldn’t sleep the night before my wedding either. I’m pretty sure if I did what you had done, Steve would have slept right through the phone call, or still would have been too drunk to drive over.” The two of you quietly giggled to yourselves as Connie reached out for your hand, holding it in hers, “I hope you know that he loves you so much. It always broke my heart to see Javi go through what he did, and how hard on himself he was because of it. You really are the best thing that could have ever happened to him. I’m so happy for the two of you, I couldn’t be more excited for today, honey.” 

Reaching across the table, Connie wrapped her arms around you, squeezing you in another hug, trying to hold back your sniffles as you felt happy tears beginning to well in your eyes. 

“Thank you, Connie.” 

“Of course. Now, you better pick what you want from that breakfast and throw away the rest before your mom gets back, I don’t think either one of us wants to be responsible for telling her that her food wasn’t sufficient enough for you.” 

You snorted, rolling your eyes at the thought of the dismay your mom would be in thinking that you didn’t get enough to eat before your big day as you put a reasonable amount of breakfast on a new plate to eat, discarding the other heaping pile that your mom had left you. 

“You are a smart woman, Connie Murphy.” 

“So I’ve been told.” 

The rest of the morning seemed to move by at an exponential pace- At the Pena ranch, hair and makeup was well underway for everyone, and running on time with incredible efficiency from the detailed schedule that your mom and Connie had put together. Even though your body was riddled with endless amounts of anxious anticipation and excitement as the clock ticked closer and closer to when Javi and the rest of the boys would finally get here, you were pleasantly surprised at how fun the morning had ended up being with all the girls, especially since your nieces and the Murphy girls had insisted on putting on a hilarious sing along spectacular for the majority of the time for entertainment while you got ready. 

Over at your new house, however, with the only getting ready that Javi needed to do being taking a shower and putting on his suit, the boys were convinced that he was going to put a hole in the floor from his anxious pacing as he counted down the minutes to leave. 

“Jav, have a beer, man, you just put this floor in, I think your wife’s gonna be pissed when she finds out she has to replace it before y’all even move in because you can’t sit still.” Steve chuckled, taking a sip out of his can before nudging your brothers sitting next to him on the couch as they watched their friend and future brother in law tread back and forth across the living room for what felt like the 117th time since they’d sat down. 

“I think I have to agree with Steve on this one, Javier, you are making me anxious and I’m not even the one getting married.” Chucho chimed in from the armchair seated next to the couch. 

“I’ll second what Steve said, man. Have a beer, Javi. You haven’t shut up all day about how fuckin’ excited you are, so what’s got you so worked up? You’ve seen her in a dress before dude, this one’s just white.” Your brother David snorted, his joke now soliciting some eye rolls from the rest of the boys, considering David was about single as they came, and was the only one of the group who wasn’t even remotely close to being married. 

“It’s a fucking wedding dress, you dingus, there’s obviously a difference.” Your dad groaned, walking up to your brother to give him a prompt smack in the back of the head, making your other brother Charlie snicker to himself, until he also decided to greet him with an equally harsh slap for good measure. 

“What the fuck was that for? I didn’t say anything!” Charlie winced, holding his hands up in defense. 

“Tell your brother to stop being an ass! She’s your sister too, for Christ’s Sake, you’re not gonna stand up for her either?! Jesus you two are the biggest idiots I’ve ever met. Even Patrick would have had enough common sense to keep that one in his head. Well, maybe not, but that’s besides the point.” That one at least cracked a little smile from your brothers, wishing that Patrick would have been here to see their sister’s big day, and to distribute the slapping pain more equally between the pair. 

“I just… Fuck, I just wanna see her. I can’t wait to see her. I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my whole life. The suspense is fucking killing me.” Javi signed, resting one hand on his hip before running his hand through his hair, anxiously drumming his fingers on his side, foot tapping on the well worn path he had been treading on the hardwood floor of the living room. 

Chucho chuckled, resting his hands on his knees and pushing himself up to stand with a low grunt, making his way over to his son, resting his hand on his shoulder as he looked up at him. “Eres como tu madre.. Impaciente. (You are just like your mother… Impatient). Mijo, I remember when I married your mother, she was so excited that she actually asked if we could start the wedding an hour early, just so we could see each other sooner. I can almost hear her laughing at the fact that her son is no better than her. How I wish she were here to see this. Soon, Javier. I promise.” 

“Do you think she’s gonna like the gift? You made sure she has it for today, right? And everything from her brothers too?” Javi asked, nervously biting at the tip of his thumb as he glanced down at his father before looking over at David and Charlie sitting on the couch, smiling back at him. 

“Yes, Javier. I triple checked last night. I’m sure that she will love it. I know she will love it. All of it. Now, why don’t you go put on your suit and we can leave a little ahead of schedule, I will just make sure to drive extra slow. Even slower than normal. I think if we wait any longer you may actually combust.” He teased, pulling Javi into a tight hug before releasing him, giving him a gentle pat on the back. 

“Alright boys, you heard the man, get your sorry asses moving and let’s get these monkey suits on, it’s time to get this boy married!” David cheered, holding up his beer to toast Javi before promptly chugging the rest of it down his throat and slamming it down on the table, soliciting another round of eye rolls and muffled laughter from the crowd. 

Silently nodding and smiling to himself, letting out one last reassuring breath before looking at the boys standing in front of him. 

“Fuck. I’m gonna get married.” 

Back at the ranch, the last of getting ready was beginning to wrap up, all the girls' hair and makeup finally finished, and the youngest of the crew giddily dancing in their flower girl dresses, twirling and swirling in excitement at their pristine outfits as they gathered around you, patiently awaiting for you to get into your own wedding dress.  

For as long as you’d wanted to get married, you’d always known that you wanted your wedding dress to be simple- No excessive frills, poof, glitter, or anything that made you feel like you were playing dress up for the world’s goofiest fashion show, simply because it was your wedding, and your dress needed to reflect the extravagance of the event. Your style choice came as a surprise to no one, given the fact you had practically lived in your brother’s hand-me-down’s until the 8th grade, and even when your mom had flown down a few months ago to go dress shopping with you and Connie, she had even laid down the hammer with one of the wedding dress consultants that you wouldn’t even step anywhere near a dress that was an ounce too over the top. 

That’s why you were absolutely shocked that despite your firm parameters around what you wanted to wear for your big day, that you fell in love with the very first dress you tried on, and never looked back. 

It was everything you wanted and never you needed in a dress- a simple a-line skirt with thin straps that ran across your shoulders and scooped down your back, along with a delicate, lacy floral pattern stitched across your top that flowed down the wispy length of your gown. There were few times that you had ever admitted it to yourself, but you had truly never felt more beautiful than when you were wearing that dress, and when you had tried it on for the first time, only to turn around to see the tears welling in your mom and Connie’s eyes as you revealed it to them, it was every confirmation that you needed that this dress was made for you. 

And while you had been counting down the days in excitement, waiting to put your dress on for your big day, Javi had been counting down along with you, to the point where Connie had made the executive decision to keep the dress at her house to prevent any preemptive peeking, considering that Javi had spent every day since you had bought your dress telling you how he couldn’t wait to see how beautiful you were going to look in it, without even knowing a single clue about what you had boughten, besides your lovingly sarcastic and vague “It’s a dress, and it’s white, Jav.” 

But after all the time you had spent imagining what it would be like to finally put your dress on for your actual wedding day, you almost couldn’t believe that you were finally here, carefully taking the straps off the hanger where it had been resting, holding the beautiful, white fabric out in front of you with a goofy grin spread across your face, eyeing down the outfit that meant you got to spend forever with your best friend. 

“You ready to put it on?” Connie asked softly, her hand resting on your shoulder as she stepped behind you, excitedly gazing at your dress right alongside you. 

“Yeah.” You smiled, gently nodding your head as you looked back at Connie, taking one last deep breath before passing off the dress to her before shimmying out of your clothes, letting them fall to a pile on the floor before turning to Connie, stepping into the opening of the dress and carefully pulling each strap over your shoulders while she pulled the zipper along your back, letting out a little sigh of relief as it clasped at the top. With one more long inhale, you slowly turned around to face everyone, eagerly awaiting your reveal, picking up your gown with a little floof as it gently draped around you, meeting the tears and smiles painted across everyone’s faces while they gazed at you. 

“Auntie Bear, you look like a princess! Uncle Javi is gonna think that you look like the most beautifulest person he’s ever seen.” Olivia squealed, jumping up and down in excitement before running over to you, wrapping her little arms around your waist in a tight hug. 

“Oh sweetheart…. You look absolutely stunning.” Your mom sniffled through her tears, holding her hands crossed over her chest, soaking in your full wedding ensemble. 

“You look gorgeous. Like, seriously. I hope you know that Javi’s gonna lose his mind when he sees you in this.” Connie giggled, giving you a wink and a playful nudge, looking you up and down in astonishment. 

Stepping over to see yourself in the mirror, your heart skipped a beat to see yourself, your stomach churning with anxious, excited butterflies knowing that you were only getting closer and closer to finally seeing Javi and his reaction, trying your best to not your smirk grow too wide between your warm cheeks, thinking about his reaction. 

“You really think he’s gonna like it?” You asked, your eyes still fixed at your reflection in the mirror, gently swaying your lacy, floral skirt back and forth, running your hand against the delicate fabric. 

“Honey, I’ve watched that man ogle over you in a hockey jersey. I told the boys they’re in charge of making sure he doesn’t faint when you walk down the aisle.” Your mom teased, Connie nodding her head in agreement. 

“I’m gonna second your mom on this one, girl. Steve has a running bet with the guys on how long it takes Javi to cry after he sees you. I think the over/under is 2 seconds, but after seeing you right now, I’m convinced he’s all waterworks from the moment he lays eyes on you.” 

Connie’s comment made you laugh to yourself, shaking your head at the idea of Javi instantly bursting into tears from just the sight of you, but when you thought about seeing Javi in his tux (that you had already seen before, multiple times) and what a mess you were going to be, maybe the boy’s betting line didn’t seem so unfair after all. 

“Speaking of tears…” Connie smirked at your mom, nodding at her to signify some little secret they seemed to be in on, “There’s one last thing you need to see before… Well, we’ll let you open it up and find out.” 

With that, your mom reached over to one of the tables where a white box with a neatly wrapped bow had been hidden, your mom passing it to Connie before then passing it over to you, making you tilt your head in confusion as you took the box in your hands, looking back and forth between your mom, Connie and the box waiting for some sort of explanation. 

“What is this?” you questioned, still puzzled as you noticed the gift tag hidden under the bow, gently peeling it open, their suspicious smirks beginning to spread as you read the all too familiar scratchy handwriting inside. 

To: Osita

Love: Javi

Now even more confused, you carefully began unwrapping the bow from around the packaging, letting the ribbon fall to the floor, followed by the lid of the box, revealing another longer note from Javi, resting on top of a bed of neatly folded tissue paper. You sat down in one of the chairs close by, letting the box rest on your lap as you held the note in your hands, already beginning to tremble as you felt the tears start to well in your eyes as you began to read. 

Osita, 

I knew from the moment I met you, that I wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. I can’t believe that day is finally here. I hope that this day is everything that you could ever dream it to be. 

I hope you know that if I could I would give you everything. The moon, the sun, the stars- if you wanted it, I would give it to you. 

But I know that no matter how hard I try, there is one thing I know can’t give to you, and that’s the presence of the people who aren’t with us anymore. 

And while I can’t bring back your brother or my mom to be here today, I hope that what’s in this box will remind you that they’ll always be here for you, no matter what. 

I know my mom would have wanted you to have this. There’s not a day that goes by that I wish she could have met you. She would have loved you so much. I hope she knows that you’re the best thing that could have ever happened to me. 

Your family was able to find something of your brother’s for you to have on here too- I wish I could have met him. I hope he knows how much I love you, and the beautiful and resilient woman you’ve become. I hope he knows how proud I am of you. 

I can’t wait to see you, amor. I can’t even imagine how beautiful you look right now. I’m the luckiest man in the world. 

I love you more than words, and I promise I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making sure you know it. 

Happy Wedding Day, Osita. Soy tuyo para siempre (I’m yours forever). 

-J 

You could feel your heart practically exploding after reading what Javi had wrote for you, wiping away the wetness from your cheeks, you took a deep breath as you carefully set down his note next to you before ever so slowly peeling back the layers of tissue paper folded on top of one another, hiding the gift hidden beneath them. As the last layer of the delicate paper was shed, you let out a gasp, you hand covering your mouth in shock as you put together the pieces of Javi’s note and the present now sitting in your lap, looking up at everyone else in the room, nodding back at you with sympathetic smiles and tears in their eyes at your realization. 

Not only had Javi had given you his mother’s wedding veil to wear, but stitched in the bottom corner was a patch of Patrick’s old hockey jerseys, a small number 2 from his arm sleeve, the number he had worn for every jersey he had ever played in. 

“Oh my… Oh my god? I can’t, I- how did you- oh my god.” You whispered to yourself, your voice trembling in disbelief, tears now streaming down your face as you held the veil in your hands, your thumb gently tracing over the worn patch of Patrick’s jersey, truly too stunned to speak at what Javi had done for you, to make sure a piece of two people who were no longer with you could still be a part of the biggest day of your life.

“Can I put it on?” Your mom asked, smiling at you with tears in her eyes, walking towards you as you nodded, handing her over the veil as she gently nestled it into your hair, straightening it out behind you, even more tears streaming down her face while she watched your reaction in the mirror. 

Not only was Lucia’s veil absolutely beautiful, if you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought Javi had asked someone to see what your dress looked like to pick out a veil that matched it perfectly. Like it truly was meant to be.

Still too shocked to form any sort of coherent thought, you stared at yourself in the mirror, silently smiling and crying at your reflection until a soft knock came from outside the bedroom door, making everyone in the room whip their heads around to see all of the boys who had just arrived peeking through the door frame, waiting in anticipation. 

“Can we come in? We’re dyin’ to see you, Cubby. Well, the one who’s dyin to see you the most we banished to the outside so he wasn’t even tempted to come in, but the rest of us fools still wanna see you too.” Your dad’s voice chuckled from behind the door, making you break from your crying just enough to let a soft laugh escape from your chest, nodding your head as you turned around to greet the gang gathered at the door. 

Growing up the youngest of 3 brothers, sentimental wasn’t a term thrown around in your household very often. Of course you loved your family, and they loved you, but you and your brothers had often joked that it’d probably be easier to projectile vomit than to actually say the words “I love you” eachother. So that’s why when your dad and brothers walked through the door with awestruck looks on their faces, you couldn’t help but start crying even more. 

Well, until they actually got a chance to speak. 

“Don’t cry you dingus, you’re gonna mess up all your makeup. And god knows how long it took to try and make you look like you didn’t just crawl out of a garbage can.” David quietly snickered, pulling you in for a much gentler than usual headlock before wrapping his arms around you for a legitimate hug. 

“Fuck off, David. How many people had to help you put that suit on, huh? You use every last brain cell trying to do up those buttons?” You teased back, trying to wipe the tears that had been rolling down your cheeks before giving him a loving slap to the stomach, making the two of you laugh even more. 

“You know his dumbass needed all the help he could get.” Charlie joked, pulling you in for another hug before stepping back to look you up and down, “Not too shabby. You clean up good, Cubby.” 

“Thanks Charlie.” 

The last one to step towards you was your dad, who you could tell was trying with everything in him not to absolutely burst into tears, putting one hand on your shoulder as he smiled at you. “I’ll say it once and I won’t say it again because you know as well as I do I’m not good with the sappy shit. You look beautiful, Cubby. I’m so proud of you. I know Patrick would have been too. Although that motherfucker is probably pissed at us that we cut the number off of his favorite jersey, but I think he’ll forgive us.” Wrapping you in a tight squeeze, your dad engulfed you in a bear hug, quickly followed by your brothers and your mom, trapping you in the center of their bodies, knowing you all were wishing there was one more person there in your group to fill in your hug. 

“I love you guys. Thank you.” You whispered, just loud enough to make sure they could hear, but quiet enough that even though your brothers had heard it, just this once, they wouldn’t give you shit for it. And just this once, everyone seemed to silently agree that they really, truly, did love you too. 

After a few more seconds of your group hug, there was another soft knock on the door, followed by another familiar voice, Chucho and Steve now peeking through the doorway to say hello. 

“Is it okay if we come in, Mija?” Chuco asked, already halfway through the door in excitement. 

“Yes, of course.” You sniffed, breaking free from the middle of your group hug to greet Chucho, less than shocked that his hug was almost tighter than the 4 other members of your family combined. 

“Mija… Mija, you look so beautiful. Oh, goodness. I had always saved this veil one day, just in case. And even though it sat in the attic for years, I pulled it out the week that Javier first met you. I don’t think that there was ever a doubt in anyone’s mind that you weren’t the one for him. My sweet Lucia would have been so happy to know that you have given Javier everything he never thought that he deserved. Oh, how I wish with everything she could have been here today to see how happy you make him. But I hope that you know, she would have been so excited that you get to be a part of our family.” He grinned through his tears, stepping back to look at you with a soft smile on his face, gently reaching up to wipe away the wetness on your cheek before pulling you back in for another hug. “I hope you know that Javier is going to be a wreck when he sees you. Poor boy has been in shambles all day waiting to see you.” 

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen the man this anxious. And that’s sayin’ somethin’.” Steve chimed in, laughing to himself. “You look great, sweetheart. Chucho’s right, Javi’s ‘bout to be a goddamn mess.” 

As if your heart couldn’t feel any fuller from all of the love and warmth overflowing into the room, you had almost forgotten about the one person that had brought you all together in the first place- Javi. 

You could feel the pace of your heart begin to race, your stomach swirling in anticipation as the reality of the situation slowly began to sink in. 

Your future husband was here, and there was nothing more in the world that you wanted than to see him. Not soon, not at the end of the aisle, not waiting for you at the altar, right this very second. 

“He’s here, right? Javi?” You asked, biting down on your lip to contain the stupid grin growing between your cheeks, swaying back and forth on your heels in childlike impatience. Before you could barely ask your question, all eyes in the room were on your, giving you a collective look that seemed to scream “Seriously? You can’t wait either?” without having to say a word. 

As you could hear the beginning rumblings of protest, David stepped in as the most unexpected voice of reason, holding his hands up to the crowd in your defense, trying to silence everyone’s potential disagreement for what you were about to suggest. 

“Listen… Y’all know as well as I do that we could hold back these two with iron restraints, and they’d still probably find a way to see each other before the ceremony. And to be quite honest, I am pretty convinced if we don’t let them, one of them is gonna fucking combust, and I am not willing to be held personally responsible for any damages done before you two idiots can even get married.” 

Giving you a silent nod of approval, David stepped back to pat your back with the loving force that only a brother could, as everyone else in the room seemed to very quickly agree with his sentiment, joining with head bobs of quiet agreement. 

“I’ll go let the big man know you’re comin’. Gotta find some way to redeem myself before I bust his balls in my speech later.” Steve snickered, giving you a quick wink before quickly disappearing out the door to find the man behind it, waiting half as patiently as you. 

To say that Javi was disappointed when the boys booted him to the outdoors while everyone else got to go in and see you was the understatement of the year. Even though he couldn’t have been sitting on the front porch of his childhood home for more than 10 minutes, it felt like he had been waiting for hours, counting down each second until the moment he finally got to lay his eyes on you. After about 2 minutes of sitting in his dad’s rocking chair, nervously swaying as his hands shifted between his fingers drumming on his legs and balling up in anxious fists, he pushed himself up to stand, walking off the steps of the porch to pace in the front yard under the warmth of the late June sun. 

He had been so preoccupied as he meandered the front of the home, picturing just how breathtaking you would look as you walked down the aisle to greet him- how gorgeous you would be in your dress, your hair, your stunning smile, everything about you that made him look at you and know that he was the luckiest man in the world. That you were his. That you were everything that made him feel like home. It wasn’t until after a few careless steps too far around the corner of the house, that Javi was catching himself from tumbling to the ground as he tripped over a larger than suspected rock underneath him, quietly cursing under his breath while he tried to steady himself, peering down at the ground to see what had almost caused his fall. And when he finally read the words etched into the round stone beneath him, he couldn’t help but laugh at the fact the thing resting below him was none other than the heading that read “Lucia’s Garden”. 

“Jesus Christ, Ma, you’re not even here and you’re gonna take me out before the wedding even happens.” Javi chuckled to himself, gently tapping his foot against the rock, staring at the worn and weathered letters of her name. “You know, the very first time Pops met her, he let her work on the garden. I couldn’t believe it, because he barely lets me within 10 feet of here without worrying I’m gonna ruin something. But uh, I think that he knew. I think before he even met her, he already knew that she was the one.” 

Letting out a soft sigh, Javi crouched down, squatting next to the stone, gently brushing his thumb across the grittiness, carefully tracing each letter back and forth, praying with every ounce of him that one way or another, she could hear what he had to say. 

“I really wish you could be here, Mom. I really miss you. I really wish she could have gotten to meet you. I know that you’d love her.” Javi paused, his eyes beginning to well with tears, letting out a long, shaky exhale to try and compose himself. “She’s so good to me. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve her. She’s made me a better man. A man that I’m proud of. A man I hope you’d be proud of, too.” He paused again, pinching the bridge of his nose before wiping his wet cheeks with the back of his hand. “I know that uh- I know before, um you were gone, that you really worried about me. I know you’d never say it, but um, I could tell. And I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, Mom.” His voice was now barely above a whisper, years of guilt and anger bubbling in his chest for the person he’d been, the life his mother had lived to see him play out while halfway across the world, fighting for a cause he wasn’t even sure he believed in anymore. 

“But, I um- I just- fuck, I just want you to know that I’m okay. I’m more than okay, now. This is the happiest I’ve ever been, all because of her. We’re gonna build a house, we’re gonna have kids, we’re gonna be so happy, Mom. So fucking happy. Te amo mucho, Mama. Siempre lo hare (I love you so much, Mama. I always will).” 

So focused on the quiet conversation with the simple stone sitting beneath him, Javi hadn’t even heard Steve’s hurried footsteps creeping up behind him, making Javi practically jump out of his skin as Steve’s hand met his shoulder. 

“Hey, buddy. You ready to-” 

“Jesus, fuck Murph. You scared the fucking shit out of me.” Javi gasped, thoroughly startled as he shot to his feet, quickly trying to wipe the tears from his face as he faced his friend. 

“Sorry, man, I didn’t mean to, promise!” Steve laughed, holding his hands up in defense before letting his expression shift to concern at Javi’s face. “Hey, you okay, Jav?” 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m- No, I’m good, sorry. Just um- Just wish my mom could have been here for this, ya know? She would have really fucking loved her.” 

“Hey, it’s okay, man. My dad was gone before my wedding, too. Fuckin’ sucks.” Steve smiled sympathetically, “Truth be told Jav, that girl you’re gonna marry, I think it’s hard for anyone not to love her. Your mom would be really happy for ya.” 

“Thanks, Murph.” Javi huffed, a small smile spreading across his face at Steve’s genuine sympathy, a trait he didn’t see very often. 

“C’mere, buddy.” Without giving him a choice, Steve wrapped his arms around Javi, pulling him in for a hug with a few stiff pats on the back before pulling away with a nod, hands on his hips as he stared down his friend with a shit eating grin, knowing the news he was about to tell Javi would instantly turn his mood around. “Speakin’ of your future wife… You wanna see her?” 

“Wait, like, now? Like, actually?” Javi’s mood instantly shifted, his entire body lighting up at the prospect, looking at Steve with relief glistening in his dark brown eyes. 

“Yeah, actually. Thank God your wife is just as obsessed with you as you are with her. Jesus Christ, I think the both of ya would have fuckin’ exploded if we made you wait ‘till the ceremony.” Steve chuckled, grabbing Javi’s shoulder and giving it a playful shake. “Alright, you turn around so it’s a surprise when she gets out here, lemme go get her. And Jav?” Steve asked, turning his head back over his shoulder to look at his friend as he began to walk away back towards the house. 

“Yeah, Murph?” 

“You’re losin’ that bet. No way in fuckin’ hell you ain’t sobbin’ like a baby the second you lay eyes on her.” 

As Steve disappeared back into the house, Javi couldn’t help but quietly laugh to himself, because as much as he wanted to dish shit back to Steve, he knew his friend was right- He was about to be a fucking mess. 

“So? Are we good? Does he wanna see me?” You asked, anxiously waiting at the door, feet tapping on the floor hidden underneath your dress as you waited for Steve’s return. 

“No offense, Sweetheart, but that's just about the dumbest question I've ever heard. What do you think? Of course the bastard wants to see you. I’m just gonna warn ya though, that man is a hot mess, and I really think ya just may kill him the second he sees you.” The two of you laughed to yourselves, feeling your heart beat faster and faster in your chest with every passing second, using all of your self restraint to keep from bolting out the door past Steve to see Javi. “Alright, I won’t keep ya any longer, go get ‘em, killer.” 

Before you could get yourself out the door, you embraced Steve in a hug, catching him off guard for a moment before he hugged you back, smiles spread across both your faces. 

“Thanks, Steve.”

“Sweetheart, you ain’t got nothin’ to thank me for. If anything, hell, I should be thankin’ you. You two lovebirds are a match made in fuckin’ heaven. I was real worried about that old bastard for a long time. Glad to know I don’t have to worry about him anymore. Well, at least too much more. Now, enough about my sorry ass, go see your husband.” 

With a silent nod, you gave Steve one more quick hug before you were turning the knob to the front door, quietly stepping out to the front porch to see Javi’s back to you at the bottom of the stairs, already trying to fight the tears welling in your eyes without even seeing his face. As you closed the door behind you, Javi instantly perked up, turning his head back over his shoulder just enough to speak, but not enough to see that it was you who was walking to greet him. 

“She good to come out, Murph? I’m fucking dying out here.” Javi laughed, making you giggle at the fact that he had no idea it was you who was standing behind him. 

“Hate to break it to you, but unfortunately, I am not Steve. So sorry.” You snickered, practically feeling Javi’s eyes roll at your sarcastic comment, even though the both of you were thankful for a little humor to break the anxious anticipation that had been festering in your stomachs since this morning. 

“God, you’re such a dork.” He laughed, his back still turned to you as you took your final steps down the stairs with your dress in hand, trying to fluff it back out as you settled yourself behind him. 

“Hey, you’ve got me for the rest of your life, babe. Lucky you. I’m not gonna lie, don’t think I cleaned up half bad, ya know, if you wanna see.” You teased, giving Javi a playful poke on the back as you bit down on your bottom lip, so excited to see Javi’s reaction you truly thought your heart was going to explode out of your chest. 

“Baby, you have no fucking idea. C-can I, can I see you?” Javi stammered, his voice already beginning to tremble. 

“Well, I think I’m gonna implode if you don’t, so yeah.” You took one last long inhale in, holding your breath as Javi slowly began to turn to face you, feeling like everything was suddenly moving in slow motion when Javi’s eyes finally locked with yours. 

Javi couldn’t even get a word out before his hands were covering his mouth, his jaw dropping open in absolute awe to see you standing behind him. The tears he swore to himself he’d try to fight back were already streaming down his face, his eyes looking you up and down over and over again, trying to soak in every ounce of you, only crying harder as he noticed each and every new detail of you standing before him. 

“Osita… Oh my god. Oh my god.” Javi’s hand stayed glued over his mouth to try and keep his jaw from dropping any further than it already was, absolutely mesmerized by your beauty, barely able to get out any sort of coherent thought out of his brain. “Baby, you, oh my god, you look so beautiful. You look so fucking beautiful.”  

While you figured that Javi would cry and be excited to see you, nothing could have prepared you for the reaction that you were witnessing in real time, watching your future husband become a complete, blubbering mess at the sight of you, making it damn near impossible for you to hold it together yourself, considering the fact that you were also busy trying to take in the ridiculously handsome sight of Javi in his tuxedo- his broad body filling out every inch of the black fabric perfectly, hair and mustache impeccably groomed, and sweet, teary brown eyes sparkling in the sunlight, making you melt, tears rolling down your face as your heart bursted at the seams over and over again, wondering how in the world this wasn’t all some sort of a perfect dream. 

“You like it?” You managed to choke out through your happy sobs, your cheeks straining from the stupid grin that had spread across your face, the both of you radiating in the blissful glow of your excitement. 

“Like it? Osita, are you fucking kidding me? Do I like it? Holy shit, baby, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. You look... Osita, you look incredible.” Javi laughed through his tears, taking another step back to grab your hand, looking you up and down again before holding your arms up to twirl you in a circle, your dress flowing around you, making you giggle as you finally finished rotating to lock eyes with Javi again. “Hermosa, I knew you were gonna look amazing, but I- I never, I never could have imagined that you were gonna look like this.” 

“Coming from you? Jesus, Jav, I’m convinced you’re trying to kill me in that tux before we can even get married. You look so good. Javi?” You paused, grabbing his other hand so your fingers were intertwined, his thumb automatically tracing soft circles on your skin. 

“Yeah, baby?” Javi replied, biting down on his bottom lip as he gulped, trying to hold back the lump resting in his throat from his happy tears as he stared down at you. 

“Javi… We’re getting married. We’re getting fucking married.” 

“Fuck. We’re getting married. Holy shit.” As if the smile on Javi’s face couldn’t get any wider, his boyish grin gleamed between his cheeks, wrapping his arms around you to engulf you in a tight hug against his chest, the two of you laughing to yourself in disbelief that you had finally made it here- that only a few short moments, the two of you got to begin the rest of your forevers together. “Can I- Can I kiss you?” He asked in a soft whisper, pulling back to tilt his head towards yours, sliding one of his hands up to gently cup your cheek, shifting your gaze up towards him. 

“What kind of question is that, you dork?” You teased, bringing your mouth close enough to his to let your lips barely ghost over one anothers, butterflies swarming in a sea of excitement. 

“Because I’m afraid if I start kissing you, I’m not gonna be able to stop.” 

“Do your worst, Peña.” 

As if time began to move in slow motion, your mouths met with an electric and tender intensity, slowly becoming a mix of tangled tongues and teeth, your hand sneaking under the opening of Javi’s suit jacket to wrap around his waist as the grip around your face began to tighten, your bodies melting together as one in a nearly magical moment- Well, as magical as it could get before being interrupted by all your friends and family that had gathered on the front porch to share in the moment with you. 

“Hey! Lovebirds! Jesus Christ, save it for the ceremony!” Steve shouted, a chorus of laughter erupting behind him, startling you and Javi. 

“Good Lord, Steve, give it a rest. They missed each other!” Connie sighed, shaking her head at her husband’s loud interruption. 

“Yeah, that’s our sister, you pervert!” David chimed in, the familiarity of his taunting voice making you roll your eyes, putting your hands on your hips as you stared back at the crowd. 

“Will you can it, you dingus? It’s their wedding day for Christ’s sake!” Your dad groaned, slapping David in the back of the head. 

“Daddy, what’s a pervert?” Olivia asked, looking over at Charlie as Chucho held her against his hip, grimacing as he tried not to laugh at the exchange. 

“Seriously David, really? Grow up! They’re so adorable, let your sister have this.” Your mom scolded, promptly giving him another whack to the stomach, you and Javi now laughing to each other at the scene that was unfolding in front of you on the porch. 

“Well,” You giggled, giving Javi a playful nudge, “It seems like everyone else has been able to solve the ‘you not being able to stop kissing me’ problem.” 

“Jesus Christ…” Javi sighed to himself, running his hand over his face as he stared back into the crowd watching you and him, “Can we get a few more minutes to ourselves before the ceremony? Please? I haven’t seen her all day.” 

“C’mon, let’s give the two some privacy. Lindas (cuties), why don’t we go look to make sure all the flowers are ready. Maybe we can practice walking down the aisle again?” Cucho smiled at the two of you, giving Javi a subtle wink as the girls began to giggle with delight, racing off to the backyard in a fit of squeals of excitement. 

“We’ll do another check of everything, too, I wanna make sure everything’s in place before the ceremony. Do you mind helping, Connie? Boys, will you go check to make sure all the food and drinks are ready for cocktail hour” Your mom asked, picking up on Chucho’s hint to give the two of you some space, now trying to rope your dad, brothers and Steve into that equation as well. 

“Can I have a beer if I help?” 

“Jesus Christ, David.” 

Everyone's conversations began to trail as they headed their separate ways, leaving you and Javi standing in the front yard alone, once again,  looking at each other with mischievous grins- Yours from knowing damn well that Javi had something up his sleeve, and Javi’s from the something stored up there. 

“What’s that look for, Jav?” You smirked, crossing your arms over your chest, raising an eyebrow at Javi as you waited for him to let you in on whatever plan he had brewing in his brain. 

“I think… I think that I really have to go to the bathroom.” Javi replied, boyish grin glowing between his cheeks as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his chest. 

“And you’re really making it seem like going to the bathroom is a two person job.” You snickered, rolling your eyes at Javi, knowing exactly what he was implying. “Baby, the ceremony is gonna start in an hour, everyone’s here and I don’t think there’s gonna be enough-” 

Before you could finish your thought, Javi was swallowing the rest of your sentence in a long, deep kiss, only pulling away to quietly rasp in your ear. 

“Is that a challenge, Osita? I promise I’ll be fast, baby, you just look so fucking beautiful, and I don’t think I’m gonna make it if I can’t have my wife all to myself, even if it’s just for a few minutes. ” 

“God, you’re such a drama queen.” You sighed with a snicker, heat creeping in your core knowing that you had just as little self control as Javi did, peeking your head to make sure that everyone had dispersed before they watched you and Javi sneak inside together. “We have to be quick, okay? I just don’t want-AH! Javi!” You squealed as Javi was scooping you off your feet mid sentence, very fittingly carrying you bridal style across the front yard and up the steps of the porch, nudging the door open with his hip, the two of you all giggles and smiles as he whisked you through the house, stopping at his childhood bedroom, promptly setting you on the ground to shut the door behind him. 

With a click of the lock and a rattle of the door handle to make sure they were safe from intruders, Javi’s hands were all over you in an instant, his mouth crashing into yours as he walked you back towards the ensuite attached to his bedroom, hoisting you up onto the kitchen sink as he shut the bathroom door behind him for an extra layer of protection. 

You could tell how hard Javi was trying to keep himself in check, considering the amount of time and effort that had gone into your hair and makeup, and the delicacy of your dress, but it was taking every ounce of self control he had to not rip it right off you. Softly letting his kisses trail down your body, Javi began to sink to his knees, smirking up at you with his awestruck gaze as he carefully began to lift up the layers of your dress, running his hands up and down your bare thighs. 

“Do you know how fucking beautiful you are, Osita? Fuck, I can’t believe you’re gonna be my wife. My beautiful, amazing, perfect wife.” The hot breath of his words danced against your skin as Javi peppered soft kisses up the inside of your thighs, his head almost disappearing underneath your dress as he creeped closer and closer to your core, already soaked with your arousal waiting for Javi’s touch. “You’re mine forever, Hermosa. Fuck, I’m so lucky. I love you so much.” 

“I-I love you too, Javi.” You whined, your breath already shaky as Javi’s fingers hooked around the waistband of your underwear, tugging them down your legs and letting them drop to the floor below you before letting his fingers glide through your folds, already glistening with your arousal. 

“Fuck, you’re already so wet, baby. Can’t believe this perfect pussy is all mine forever too. God, you’re so fucking perfect. Everything about you. Mmmm, I know we don’t have a lot of time, but I have to taste you, Hermosa. Can I, baby?” Javi mewled, making you gasp as he gently slid two fingers into your aching core, curling them to bump against the spongy spot inside you that already had you fisting at the edge of the bathroom counter to try and keep your composure, and better yet, your voice down. 

“Javi… Oh, shit. Fuck, Fu-ahhhhh.” You moaned, feeling the strong arch of Javi’s nose bumping against your clit, placing a soft kiss there before the flat of his tongue licked a long, broad stroke across your cunt, putting just the right amount of pressure on your sensitive bundle of nerves as his fingers worked in tandem to send the sweet tingling sensation to start building in your spine. 

While Javi would have loved to take every second of his sweet time to savor in watching you fall apart on his tongue, he knew just as well as you that he was working on a limited schedule, and wanted, no, needed to make sure he could get you off at least once before his luck ran out. 

Javi began to work his tongue against your clit, circling and flicking in fast and firm motions as his fingers curled deeper into your heat, his free hand hooking around your thigh and draping it over his shoulder, digging his fingertips into the meat of your flesh, like he was trying to ground himself more than you. 

You could already feel the coil in your stomach beginning to tighten from the way Javi was working so relentlessly to make you come undone, drinking every ounce of you up as, his lips now latching around your sensitive bundle of nerves, making your back arch and mind go blank while that all too familiar tingle began to creep through your core, cunt beginning to clench tighter and tighter around Javi’s fingers with every movement of his mouth against you. 

“That’s it, mi amor.” Javi cooed, peeking his head out from under you just enough so that his sweet, brown eyes were locked with yours, the hot words of his breath dancing against your pussy as his fingers continued to rock in and out of you. “I’ve got you, Osita. Forever. I’ve always got you. Promento (I promise).” 

Before you could respond, your jaw dropped open and face scrunched in pleasure as Javi dove back in, burying his face in your cunt as each press of his tongue became more firm and precise than the last, feeling your pussy begin to flutter as you clutched tighter around the edge of the counter, trying to keep from screaming out in pleasure and raise any suspicion. But as your legs began to tremble and heart race, teetering on the brink of collapse, it was taking every ounce of willpower you had left to make that happen 

“Fuck, Javi. Oh shit- Baby, I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so cl-ooohhhhh.” You whimpered, feeling your orgasm crash through you, pleasure radiating in your veins as you fell apart, losing all inhibitions to keep yourself quiet as you threw your head back in all consuming bliss. With his fingers still buried in your cunt, gently working you through your high, Javi shot back up, his mouth engulfing yours in an electric kiss to try and capture your ragged moans that had been coating the walls of the bathroom, the tangy taste of you still lingering on his lips. 

Your heartbeat finally began to slow, your chest heaving in long, heavy breaths as you slumped into Javi, your head resting on his shoulder, shuttering at the loss of Javi’s fingers inside you. He carefully pulled them out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean with a devilish smirk of satisfaction on his face. 

“Tastes so fucking sweet. My wife tastes so fucking sweet. Fuck, I don’t think I’ll ever get over that.” Javi chuckled with a boyish grin, gently cupping his hand under your chin as the other wrapped around your waist. 

“Get over what? Calling me your wife or eating me out?” You giggled, still trying to catch your breath as you came down from your high, biting down on your lip as your arms draped over Javi’s shoulders, your fingers tracing soft circles at the nape of his neck. 

“Both. Fuck, I love you so much.” 

“I love you so much too, you menace.” You smiled, tilting your head back to kiss Javi again, so blissfully lost in the moment, that the two of you both about jumped out of your skin when you heard a loud knock coming from the bedroom door. 

“Jav? You in here, buddy?” 

“Goddamnit, Murph…” 

The familiar twang of Steve’s voice made you freeze in fear, Javi quickly helping you down off the counter as he cursed to himself before the two of you were trying your best to fix yourselves up in the mirror to try and hide any signs of the horny whirlwind that had blown through the bathroom. 

“Javi?” Steve called out again, continuing to knock on the door. 

“Yeah, I’m here, just uh- Just give me a second, Murph.” Javi sighed, the two of you trying to keep from laughing at your current predicament, wondering how the hell Javi was going to talk you both out of this one. 

“What’s the plan, Peña?” You giggled, giving Javi a playful nudge as he carefully turned the knob to the bathroom door. 

“To tell Murph to fuck off if he tries to give me shit.” The two of you quietly snorted, feeling a little less guilty than you would have if it wasn’t your wedding day. “You stay here, okay? I’ll take care of him.” He smiled, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek as he opened the door. 

“God, I love you.” 

“I love you too, Osita.” 

Closing the bathroom door behind him, Javi took a few deep breaths as he ran his hands through his hair, turning the knob to open up his bedroom door to be greeted by an unamused Steve leaning in the door frame. 

“What’s up, Murph? We were just, uh-” Javi asked, trying his best to stay casual. 

“I fuckin’ knew it. Don’t ‘what’s up’ me, you horny bastard.” Steve groaned, rolling his eyes at his friend. “Y’all haven’t even made it to the ceremony yet! Jesus Fuckin’ Christ. Everyone’s been lookin’ for y’all. I had a fuckin’ feeling this is what you two were up two, and as your Best Man, I’ll cover for your ass now, but I sure as shit ain’t doin’ this all night for you two rabbits. Now c’mon, Casanova, go get your wife from in there and come outside. Remember that thing y’all gotta do where you actually go get married?” Steve teased, slapping Javi in the chest before shaking his head at his friend, his cheeks pink in embarrassment as his eyes darted to the floor. 

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be out in a second.” Javi grumbled sheepishly, quietly accepting defeat. 

“An actual second, ya hear? Not a horny Javier Peña second, or I swear to God.” Steve groaned, raising an eyebrow at Javi. 

“Promise.” 

“Alright then. Chop, chop, Mr. Peña. Let’s go get your ass married.” Steve laughed, grabbing Javi by the shoulder before giving him a little shake and disappearing back down the hallway. 

Hearing Steve’s voice and footsteps fade, you slowly peeked your head out of the bathroom door to see Javi standing by himself, head buried in his hands, pinching the bridge of his nose before turning back to see your face, equally embarrassed as his. 

“... He knew, didn’t he?” You grimaced, now fully opening the door and walking through to meet Javi on the other side. 

“Yup.” Javi sighed, adding an extra emphasis to the “p” with a pop. 

“Well… Either Steve has the world’s most unlucky timing, or he just needs to do a better job of minding his business.” The two of you snickered, crossing your arms over your chest as you stared up at Javi. “Or maybe someone needs to stop being such a bad influence.” You teased, poking Javi in the chest. 

“Me? I’m the bad influence? Okay.” Javi chuckled, teasing you right back. “Sorry I’m getting married to the hottest woman alive and I can’t help myself. My gorgeous wife is one not making it any easier on me.” 

“Still not technically your wife yet, you dork.” 

��Close enough.” 

Grabbing you by your waist, Javi pulled you flush against chest, tilting his head in for a long, tender kiss- the kind that made heat creep through your cheeks and butterflies churn in your stomach, the kind that made your heart beat a million miles a minute, the kind that seemed to make everything else in the world stand still, even if just for a moment. The kind of kiss that made you know without a single doubt that you had never been more in love than you were at this very moment. 

“I love you, Javi.” 

“I love you too, Osita.” 

“You wanna go get married?” 

“Mrs. Peña,” Javi grinned, grabbing your hand to interlock it with his, “There’s nothing I’ve ever wanted more in my fucking life.”

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cw: requested! smut. full on. cunnilingus. strap/harness. possessive bada hitting it from the back 🧎‍♀️

a/n: feedback is so greatly appreciated. i rarely write full smut fics so im shaking in my boots about this one. thank u for reading!!

The universe really had it out for you today. You tried to have a simple conversation with annold dance partner, but now you're in front of your girlfriend, sprawled out as she's knuckle deep in your cunt, leaving soft kisses on your lower stomach,

"Does that feel good, baby?"

You whine as a response, back arching into her touch. She's been edging you for an hour now.

You wouldn't have been in this predicament if you had just kept your mouth shut. You'd decided to talk up your old dance partner at a party you and Bada attended together. You didn't think much of it until you looked down at your phone. You knew you were in some deep shit, but you couldn't help but play into Bada's possessiveness. It wasn't often that she'd get into moods like this so you could not take this opportunity for granted.

Your old partner makes a subpar joke and to you, you act as if its the funniest thing in the world. You double over, giving them a very nice view into the low cut top you were wearing, grazing their arm, and giving them a cute giggle. It was all fun and games until you felt Bada's chest against your back, one arm snaking around your waist, the other grabbing the drink from your hand and taking a sip herself.

Bada's presence in a room never fails to make people gasp, especially in a room full of both seasoned and rookie choreographers/dancers. She was extremely popular and had the talent to back it up. On top of that, she stands quite tall at around 5'10 and happens to be one of the finest people in the world.

So imagine your previous partner's surprise (and fear) when the Bada Lee peering down at them with an intimidating stare, almost daring them to keep it up with her girlfriend. Bada sets your drink down on the counter and extends a hand out to your partner,

"Hi, I'm Bada, Y/n's partner." Purposely using "partner" to describe the ambiguity of your relationship. Your previous partner looks scared shitless, their hand shakes as they reach out to meet Bada's hand in a weak handshake,

"N-nice to meet you! I'm Y/n's old dance partner."

Bada drops her hand and smiles a smile that would seem kind to an innocent bystander, but you recognized the glint of anger her eyes, and in the way she grit her teeth in her response. Her arm tightening around your waist,

"Hm. I don't think I recognize that name. Would I know your work from anywhere?"

Your ex partner just blinks.

"Well, Y/n, its about time for us to go, huh?"

Your voice shakes as you say your next sentence, doing your best to stay strong,

"Actually, do you mind if I meet you at the car? I want to exchange numbers real quick."

Bada's jaw tightens her eyebrows raise to the sky and you're ready to bust out laughing at any point now. Her face quickly changes back to a sickeningly sweet smile,

"Of course baby. Don't be too long, we've got a long night ahead of us." And with that, she saunters away, not turning back once.

Once you've finished your conversation, you walk out of the party. You see Bada leaning against her car, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. You try to blubber out some excuse as to why your conversation lasted an additional ten minutes, but Bada is having none of it.

Bada grits her teeth, "Get in the fucking car."

No way you're saying no to that. You get into the car, Bada slamming your door shut. As you're driving home her hands are gripping the steering wheel hard.

"Baby you're gonna hurt-" You are quickly silenced with a stern side eye. The rest of the car ride is silent. It's silent as you get out of the car, into your apartment complex, in the elevator, the hallway of your floor, and silent as you shut the door behind you. As you turn around to walk further into the apartment, you bump into a sturdy figure, stumbling back just a bit. When you look up, Bada is wordlessly staring down at you.

She's thinking about ways to punish you. She wants to make you as frustrated as she is. She wants to see you whine and beg for her. She wants to watch as your body writhes under hers as she makes you feel so good. Because you're hers. And it seems like you've forgotten.

So, here we are. Earlier she'd taken her time unzipping your dress, kissing down your shoulders. Leaving hickeys on your chest, down until she reaches your lower stomach. She was being so honey sweet, you had no idea what was in store for you. You've been on edge for so long now. Your brain was fuzzy and the only thing you could think of was Bada's hands in your cunt, her mouth dipping down to circle around your clit and suck.

Bada coos at you, "I know baby. It hurts doesn't it."

You nod your head, a tear rolling down the side of your face. "Good God. Bada- oh fuck- i need to cum."

She chuckles and shakes her head, removing her fingers from your weeping cunt.

"Beg me."

You squeeze your eyes closed,

"You are such a dick."

Bada stands, making her way to the drawer located in the nightstand on her side of the bed. She pulls out one of the many toys you both use.

"Keep it up sweetheart. It's okay. I'll fuck it out of you."

Bada unzips her pants, a harness already present. She giggles when she sees your eyes widen. She leans down, face so close to you that when she talks, you feel her mouth against yours,

"I knew you were gonna be a fucking brat the minute we walked out of the house," She stands upright once more. She makes her way over to the edge of the bed,

"You wore that skimpy ass outfit and expected me to be okay with someone seeing you like this? hmm?" She grips your hips, forcefully flipping you over.

"So the minute I saw you make eye contact with me while-" Bada starts pushing her strap into you and groans, "While you gave that girl false hope. I realized just how fucking reckless you are."

You whine, the silicone cock strapped to your girlfriend reaches so deeply into you it nearly hurts. You pull the sheets above you but Bada tsks,

"Don't fuckin' run from it."

Her arm loops around you to wrap her large hand around your neck, pulling you flush against her still clothed chest. She kisses down the shell of your ear,

"You gonna be good for me, honey?"

You muster up all of the energy you have left in you,

"Fuck off."

Bada chuckles, kissing your cheek. She grabs your hips and pulls you back towards her. You groan and immediately your body goes nearly limp. Bada snorts, "Just a cock-hungry whore, hmm? Looks like you remember exactly who you belong to," She grinds her hips into you, "Nobody could make you fall apart like me, isnt that right baby?"

Your whines coincide with her thrusts into you. She was right. You'd never been fucked like this before Bada. Everyone else was just too soft for you, but not Bada. She wasn't afraid of breaking you, which is exactly what you wanted. You need Bada to break you down and build you back up from nothing. Bada speeds up her thrusts, hips just slight of slamming into you.

"T-Thank you Bada."

She grins against your neck, "You are so very welcome, sweetheart." She lets go of your neck, leaving you to slump against the sheets, the only thing holding you together was Bada's hands gripping your waist, pulling you back against her to meet her in each thrust. She could tell how close you were by the way your hands gripped the sheets. She loved seeing you like this. Pliant. Ready to take whatever she gives you. She thinks about how much of a brat you were earlier and smacks your ass twice in succession.

"You gonna keep being a fucking brat? Or do you wanna go back to being my good girl? mmh? My angel?"

Your cries get louder as she grinds against your g-spot, "Wanna be your good girl- fuck. please let me cum-"

Bada laughs at you, "Say it again and I'll let you cum."

At this point, your brain is mush. Your body tingles and you can feel one of Bada's hands smooth down your back, pressing between your shoulder blades. She was fucking you into the mattress.

" 'M yours Bada. Your angel, please-"

Bada uses the hand pressing between your shoulder blades and runs it up to your hair, grabbing you by the hair and pulling you against her once more. She leaves feather light kisses on your neck, contrary to her forceful thrusts. She makes it back up to your ear, voice barely above a whisper,

"Cum."

You fall apart at this command, writhing against bada, moaning out so loud that she makes a mental note to apologize to your neighbors the next time she sees them. But she grins nonetheless, loving how you're unraveling against her. Your little fists reach for anything to grab on to, trying to anchor yourself back to reality and bada groans, she loved this. She loved you. And hopefully you remember just how much you love her too.

Once you stop convulsing against her, she gently lays you against the bed, pulling out and taking off her strap. Just as you start to regain clarity, wondering where your girlfriend went, Bada is by your side with a warm cloth, ready to wipe you down. She figures you'll both shower in the morning. You watch as she cleans you up, gentle as ever. Her cheeks have a faint flush to them. her bangs sticking to her forehead. You silently thanked the universe for blessing you with a Bada Lee. As you continue admiring her, you notice her avoiding your eyes altogether. Your brows furrow-

"Bada."

She hums without looking at you.

"Look at me."

She freezes for a second and then continues cleaning you up.

"Bada lee-"

"I can't look at you right now."

you look at her, dumbfounded.

"You just fucked me within an inch of my life and you want to act funny?"

Bada just lets out a dangerous chuckle,

"Unless you want me to pin you back down for round two, I suggest you stop asking me to look at you."

You sit up, hand grabbing her jaw, forcing her to look at you.

"Who said I didn't want to go for a second round?"

[todayontumblr]

Thursday February 9.

Need a tissue? It's Tears of the Kingdom.

Blubbering, got the sniffles, got the weepies, shedding tears, bawling, sniveling... it doesn't matter what you call it. We can't lie to you good people, today is all about tears. Only we are not quite sure why this is, exactly, because everything would seem to be fine. They are not tears of sorrow, and it's not like we've been laughing too much either. No one appears to be cutting onions in our vicinity. We haven't watched Titanic today, listened to Claire de Lune (drumstep remix), or watched any glorious sunsets. It's certainly not ugly crying. We haven't been reminiscing on the transient nature of things, that change is inevitable, for better or worse, and that all things must pass: including this here present moment, no matter how painful, no matter how wonderful. We have not, unlike the poetry of D.H. Lawrence, been reflecting on the misty, halcyon days of childhood; the innocence of which has long since been dispersed by the grind and savagery of adulthood, recalling memories of mother singing at the piano, and weeping like a child for the past. We haven't been reading it, either. Then, we ask ourselves, why are we so big on crying today? Wait a f*cking minute, of course—it's the latest trailer for The Legend of Zelda: #tears of the kingdom! Yay! *continues sobbing* 

[sports-on-sundays]

It kills me to see all the requested: nope! In your fanfics

How about, reader struggles to sleep due to the stress of her work & travelling so he comforts her and helps her sleep? I’ll take any f1 driver or barca player.

help me sleep / Pedri González

Summary: Pedri x girlfriend!reader

Warnings: censored cussing, sobbing, work problems, stress, anxiety

Requested?: YEs! yEs!!!!! YES, MATE, IT IS REQUESTED!!!!

Author's Note: First request, baby!!! I love you so much bestie! <3 I'm so happy you saw my subtle-not-subtle begs for requests 😭!!! And I hope it's okay I chose Pedri; the other day I was having major I-Miss-Pedri syndrome that we've all been having for the past however many months (I don't even want to think about how long it has been) so I decided as a tribute to my boy, the first request on my blog should be him.

I say 'tribute' as if he's dead or something 😭

I feel like I'm acting way too excited about this request for it to be normal, but that's okay! I'm happy, and I owe it all to you! Now, let's get into this-

Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock went the clock on the wall. That stupid old clock that wasn't even set to the right time. You sat on the living room couch, at 2:34 A.M., dealing with work sh*t.

You walked in this evening, feeling ready to literally collapse, and was greeted by your boyfriend as the welcoming committee. It was sweet. He had bought you your favorite treat and flowers and everything and let you snack on it. Had a little snuggle with you. And the moment you stood up, telling him you had to unpack from your long work trip, he pulled you back down on the couch. "No way," he had said. "You're tired. Your bags can wait 'til tomorrow. For now, just relax."

And he really had convinced you. He really had. Soon after that, you had gone to your bedroom and gotten snuggled in together, and within minutes, you were fast asleep.

Only to wake up three hours later. You stared at the ceiling for a solid fifteen minutes, unable to fall back asleep as the stress of work and everything you hadn't gotten done and needed to get done crushed you.

Realizing there was no chance of you falling back to sleep now, you slipped out of bed as slowly as you could, as to not wake up your boyfriend, and quietly walked (or rather, stumbled, because of the extreme lack of sleep) to the living room.

And so now you sit on the couch, barely alive, feeling like a lump on a log but on steroids, dealing with work sh*t.

Suddenly, you get a message from one of your co-workers, though. Bad news... You click on it, and in the moment, with everything you've already gone through within the last seventy-two hours, this is enough.

You swallow, your phone slipping out of your hands. I'm trying so hard. How could my job be on the line? Your head falls into your hands, and you let out a angry groan, letting out quick, little breaths.

God, I can't do this. I can't do this anymore. I need help. Please, I need help. I just can't keep doing this any longer. I can't do this anymore.

Your eyes well up, and that turns into a tear. And that tear turns into another one. And those tears turn into crying. And crying into weeping. Tired, pathetic, pitiful weeping, until you're flat-out sobbing, unable to control it. The world spins as another glowing text comes in on your phone on the rug and your laptop shows more emails and the bags in the corner of the room are still full of your things from the work trip and and and and and...

Suddenly, strong, warm arms around your trembling body. You lean into your boyfriend's body, blubbering between gasps, "Pedri you weren't supposed to wake up... I know you're going through a lot too... I don't want to stress you out... I'm sorry..."

"Shhh," he soothes, rubbing your back. "Do you really think you're on your own? My love, we help and love each other. You can be vulnerable. I know it's hard. Don't you think for a second that I don't want to help you."

"This isn't your problem..."

"Your problem is my problem, because I love you," he mutters close to your ear. He gently closes your laptop and powers off your phone. "You don't need to worry about that right now."

"Pedri-" You grip his shirt, looking at him slightly manically. "Yes I do. I could lose my job."

His jaw tightens, but he says, "What you're doing is impossible. If you lose your job because it's too hard, then maybe you shouldn't be in this job. And it's not because you're a failure. It's because you're expected to do much more than anyone should be able to handle. If you lose your job, I'll be the first to support you until you can get a new one. Okay? But we don't even need to worry about that right now, okay?"

"But-"

Suddenly he takes your wet, tear-stained cheeks in his hands, and looks at you earnestly right in the eyes. "But right now, you need to calm down. Come on; why don't we go to the bedroom, okay?"

"Uh- y- yeah," you get up, feeling terrible at how much a mess you are. Pedri walks to the bedroom with you, his arm around your shoulders the whole time. He fetches a damp rag and gently wipes your face with the cool towel. You shut your eyes, letting out a shaky breath as Pedri pulls the blanket up to your torso. You lean back, sitting upright on the blanket.

"Can I get anything for you?" he asks after he finishes, taking your hand gently.

You shake your head 'no'. "Just sit down. All I need is you."

He nods and slips onto the bed and under the blanket next to you. Straight away, you lean your head on his shoulder and clutch his hand in yours. "Y/n, you know that it'll be okay," he murmurs. Not even a question. A fact. You know that you'll be okay.

"But Pedri, what if..."

"No 'what if's right now, okay?" He pulls you closer to you, rubbing your shoulders. You sit quietly together for a while, before Pedri slowly sinks into a laying down position, pulling you down with him. You snuggle close to him, resting your head on his chest. When you yawn, he says, "You're tired. Anything I can do to help you sleep?"

You breathe gently. "Just... talk to me."

He nods and starts whispering. At first, you listen to the sweet little things he's saying as he gently strokes your hair, but soon you're too tired to comprehend them. Soon your eyes are fluttering shut, and your mind is switching from daytime thoughts to nighttime dreaming.

Within your dream, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead and Pedri's perfect sweet-as-honey voice murmur, "Buenas noches, mi amor."

[ddejavvu]

pairing: steve harrington x reader x eddie munson

requested (except i fucking deleTED IT-): Hiii, I was wondering if I could request something with steddie x reader where Steve, Eddie, and reader are all roommates and one day steddie accidentally finds a box full of reader’s “special” toys, which leads to smut?

*sighs dreamily* steddie x reader <333

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You can pinpoint the exact second that your heart drops to your stomach, then plunges all of your intestines to your feet. It's right about when you realize what the baby blue plastic is in Steve's hand, Eddie's voice drawling from behind the door.

"-nd I bet it fuckin' stretches 'er."

"It vibrates, too." Steve peers down at the controls, looking quite like a technologically inept old man, "Didn't know she was- oh," He catches sight of you, his grip tightening around your dildo, "She's back."

Before you can react, Eddie's frizzy mop of hair pops out from behind your door. He's clutching a bullet vibe, looking more smug than you've ever seen him, "Well, well, well, have we interrupted playtime, sweetheart?"

"You guys!" You blubber, rushing forward to snatch your sex toys out of their hands. Your fingers curl around them both, but your roommates seem hellbent on playing keepaway, and your grip slides off when they tug your toys away.

"No," Eddie hums, "We're not makin' it that easy, sweetheart. C'mon, you have three pink dildos?"

"These are private!" Your cheeks flush, tears burning humiliatingly at your eyes, though your stomach bottoms out at the sight of the toy in Eddie's lithe fingers, "C'mon, please don't tease me!"

"I just think if they were private you'd've hid them," Steve's lips protrude in a meaningful pout, "We were staring to think that maybe you left 'em here for us to find. 'Cause there's no way we weren't gonna notice that one on the floor in the doorway," Steve points to the glittery green plug that had gotten scooped up in your sheets and must have tumbled out in your rush to get ready in the morning, "It's, like, begging for attention."

"I swear I didn't mean to leave it there," You plead with Steve, playing to the emotions you know he gives into more easily than Eddie does, "Please you guys? Give 'em back."

"Not until we make sure they work." Eddie bargains, pulling your attention away from Steve, "I mean, what kind of roommates would we be if we didn't make sure your electronics have good batteries in 'em?"

"I'm the designated Battery Checker," Steve nods, referring to his job of changing the remote's batteries, "'Kinda feels like we should do a little quality control."

"Quality control," You scoff, gathering up the toys on the floor and shoving them back into the bin you keep them in, "What, you're gonna flick 'em on and off 'till you decide they're good enough?"

You turn back from where you've shoved the box into the closet, finding your roommates suddenly a lot closer than they had been before.

"No," Eddie corrects you, voice deep and husky, "If they can't make you cum, then there's no reason to have 'em. Call it spring cleaning."

You glance at Steve, lust peeking out from behind the wariness displayed in your gaze, "You're gonna.. use 'em on me?"

"Why not?" Steve shrugs, but you know the question is genuine, "Got other plans?"

"No!" You shake your head, though you're sure that even if you were otherwise engaged, the thought of your roommates double teaming you with various sex toys would have canceled just about any plan you could have had, "No, um, I'm free."

Steve's fingers tighten around the dildo in his grip, and Eddie grins like a madman. They each start with the toys in their hands, Eddie's nimble fingers flicking the switch on your bullet, "'Knew it. C'mon, baby, lay down, we've got a lotta work ahead of us."

[toptierteaser]

A Fat Party Predicament

What? You thought we invited you to here because we thought you were cool? That's funny, fatty! We invited you to the party because everyone has noticed how much weight you've put on! You used to look so handsome and fit! And yeah, you're still 'cute,' but sort of in the same way a piglet or a bear cub is 'cute...'

Nah, the REAL reason we invited you to this party, fatboy, is because the guys and I want to see how you react to your recent weight gain. Those extra...what...fifty, seventy-five, one hundred pounds of additional blubber? Haha, well, we noticed your binge eating and the effects it's been having...and we wanted to test out the results!

Don't worry, you're not alone! See that fat fuck stuck in the window? Haha! See how the guys are playing beer pong by bouncing the ping pong balls off of his fat ass! Haha! Hear how he's whimpering?

Or that guy on the table everyone is taking belly-button shots out of! They're going to get plastered, seeing as his belly button has gotten SOOO much deeper! Wow! Just look at him wriggle! See how embarrassed he is?

Or the dozen chubby fatboys who we made come here just to serve at the party! Wasn't it a nice touch, making them wear their old tuxes and suits? Haha, the way they BURST out of them! See, his zipper doesn't even CLOSE anymore! Lol! And look at HIM! Those buttons are ready to BURST! And you can see HIS belly through the jacket AND the shirt! Haha! It's so funny watching their fat, flustered faces as we make them bounce around, doing our bidding! Bringing us drinks and food! They just think they're being sneaky little piggies...but we've noticed they've been sneaking food! It's only a matter of time before they bust completely!

See, it's happened to PLENTY of guys, fatass! Just a shame it had to happen to you too! Haha!

Oh, you? What do we have in store for you...well, I definitely don't want to spoil the surprise, fatty...

Why don't you enjoy yourself for the time being. Grab a drink...have some food--I know you wanna! Go see the sites! Explore...Haha, there's chubby-fuck twister downstairs! And we have some of the fatboys doing Just Dance in their undies, so we can watch their asses jiggle! Haha, oh and there's a competition later where we'll make you piggies sit on the washing machine to see how badly your tits bounce! Haha!

I can see the mystery and anticipation of your fate tonight has gotten you all riled up...not to worry...that's what binge eating was invented for...to calm your nerves and drown out those pesky thoughts of yours...now go on and stuff yourself! We'll want you nice and PLUMP for our initiation ceremony, fatboy!

Or, if you choose...you can try to waddle your fat ass off and go stuff your face in your room...but why would you? That's a lot of walking for you, blubber buns and with the way your thighs have been rubbing lately, and the distance it is from the house back to town...not to mention how many of your favorite foods we have here for you tonight...you and I both know you won't be wobbling your way back home ANY time soon!

Now, enjoy the party, fat cakes...while you can...

[msboutofcontext]

[girlygguk]

fame - jjk (one)

pairing ; idol!jk x idol!oc.

synopsis ; aera; the main dancer in one of the biggest k-pop groups in the world, Siren. debuting in 2014, it was nothing but immense hard work and perseverance (and being on the absolute verge of disbandment), but she and the four girls that grew to become her sisters pulled through. they did it. now they're performing at some of the most significant arenas and stadiums worldwide. meeting a cheeky, flirtatious and annoyingly gorgeous fellow idol that threatens to break down every wall of protection she's built around herself was not part of the plan. her career has always come first, having sacrificed and jeopardised many relationships and friendships in her journey to debut. so why does this time feel different?

a/n: first two chapters are 3rd person, rest of story will be first pov

story warnings ; smut, explicit language, violent & possibly triggering scenes.

chapter warnings ; explicit language

word count ; 1800+

part ; prologue | one | two | drabble1 | three | four | five

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

📅 March 2016

📍 PARK ENTERTAINMENT Dance Practice Room

The hot and stuffy air clung to their sweat-covered skin, the large mirror that reflected their stressed and tired figures completely fogged. Ha-Joon fell to her knees when Han-na's phone finished spewing the rendition of Shinee's Replay the girls had recently recorded from its speaker.  Looking down to her right, Aera fell to her butt, slinked her arms through Ha-Joon's, and wrapped them around her waist. Her head leaned against Joon's shoulder as they both caught their breath.

"You're doing so good, Joonie", Aera whispered, smushing a quick kiss against the younger's sweaty forehead.

The maknae was still shaking from fatigue, the five girls having practised non-stop in the humid room for almost four hours now. Aera's head never left her younger sister's shoulder, but her vision focused on their two eldest, Han-na and Asami.

Han-na was fidgeting with the settings on her portable speaker, trying hopelessly to fix it as it cut out during the first hour of practice. They then had to resort to just using the phone speaker and barely being able to hear the music over their loud footsteps and heavy breathing. Asami had her hoodie, which she hastily removed once the room's temperature became tepid, clutched in her hands, furiously wiping the large mirror displayed on the wall before them in an attempt to de-fog it.

"We need to eat, Unnie. The room will cool down while we're out of it. It's too fucking warm." Nali grumbled to Han-na from the corner of the room; her head slumped against the wall as she tried to use the tile to cool down her burning skin.

The four girls turned to stare at their leader while she angrily slammed her speaker down when her pursuit of fixing it failed. Using the tie she had on her wrist, she hastily threw her hair into a bun and clambered to her feet. "We've been invited to our first award show. This is important." The eldest blubbered with a shake of her head, her eyes foggy as she stood.

"A half-hour to regain our energy will do nothing but good, Unnie. We can't practice weakly, or we'll perform weakly." Aera chimed in, her hands squeezing tighter around Joon as she felt her tremble slightly in her arms.

"Half an hour." Han-na sighed, wiping the layer of sweat that gathered above her brows.

A quiet noise of glee echoed throughout the sweltering practice room, the members of Siren ascending to their feet and heading for the door. Aera released her hold on Joon and slowly rose to her feet. Grabbing the youngest's hands, she pulled her up with all the remaining strength she had, which was very minimal, and wrapped her arm around hers. The girls filed out of the room, leaving the door open to allow some cooled air to fill the space in their absence.

The chilly, fresh air smacked the members when they left the heat box, enveloping their skin and causing them to harmonise in ecstasy. As they made their way down the hallway of their company, they each stopped and parted ways momentarily to acquire their belongings from their dorms. Aera pulled Joon towards the end of the hall, getting to their dorm and releasing her from her hold to open the door. Walking over to their shared bed, Aera collapsed onto the mattress and stuffed her face into her pillow before releasing a shriek of distress.

Ha-Joon entered the room shortly after and delivered a soft whack to the elders behind. Shrieking for the second time, Aera whipped her head around to face Joon, eyes wide and foot ready to swing and retaliate.

"Get off our bed! You're sweaty, Unnie! So disgusting", Ha-Joon bellowed, quickly pulling her phone off the charger and grasping the half-empty water bottle on her bedside table before chugging the remaining liquid.

Aera rolled her eyes with a slight giggle, obliging and clambering off the bed. Doing the same, she grabbed her phone and the twenty-dollar bill she had shoved in a random trinket holder.

The girls left their dorm in snorts, Aera ruffling Ha-Joon's hair before hastily speeding up to their other members. "I have no energy; not fair!" So cried the maknae, slamming their doom door shut and jogging up to her sisters.

"The corner store is closed," Han-na huffed, phone in hand, as she scrolled through their area map to hunt for an open shop to find sustenance. They made their way to the company entrance, pushing through the heavy doors and into the cool night air.

"Hanjie's is open; they don't shut 'til late." Nali offered, basking in the refreshing temperature instead of the clammy practice room they escaped from.

"It'll take a while for our food to be prepared and then longer to eat. We still have to practice for a few more hours." Han-na cautioned, not bothering to disguise her worry about perfecting their performance.

"Unnie, if we don't eat, I. Will. Pass. Out." Ha-Joon wailed from the front of their group huddle. The elder girls were on the outer edges of the path; their maknae squished in the middle of the horde. Asami chuckled and brushed the stray strand of Joon's fringe that blew in the wind behind her ear as they walked.

"We're going to get laughed off that stage, and I don't want to hear a single peep out of any of you when we do." The leader retorted with a roll of her eyes, stuffing her phone in her pocket as the four younger women cheered in triumph.

Aera stole a glance at Han-na's phone before she tucked it away and discovered it was only half past 9. They had to be up and ready by 8 tomorrow morning for final show preparation, and knowing their leader, they would not be finishing practice until at least midnight. Aera wouldn't admit it out loud, but she was worried too. They had incorporated a dance break for her in their performance, and she was stressed.

Aera is confident in her abilities. She fell in love with dance at a young age, begging her parents to enroll her in dance classes and spending late nights in her bedroom learning the choreographies of her favourite artists' music for hours. In her teens, she had considered auditioning for multiple agencies as a backup dancer, thinking that's what she wanted to do with her life. However, it was the adrenaline she felt when the song hit the climax, and she felt the music seep into her bones that she knew she wanted to be more than a shadow in the back. She wanted to pursue the art and make a proper career out of it. She loves the attention, and she wants to succeed. She had concluded that her mind was simply fucking with her. If she loves the attention so much, why is the thought of her leading the dance break sending shivers down her sweat-covered back? Shaking the cloudy thoughts from her overthinking mind, Aera returned to earth and noticed they were arriving at Hanjie's SikDang.

The five girls flinched as they entered the restaurant, the warm heated air enveloping them as they filed through the door, almost as if the dance practice room had given them severe PTSD. "Annyeong-Haseyo!" They chimed in unison as they flocked to a large corner table, spreading out and scrambling for the menu.

Aera was seated on the double seater with Ha-Joon, their knees bumping in joy, their stomachs fluttering like they knew they were about to be filled. Leaning over Asami's shoulder, she glared at the menu she held like she had a vendetta against it.

"Why do you always look through the menu so fiercely, Era? You always get the same thing." Han-na cackled, doing the same action and reading over the food options.

Offended and appalled at being called out, Aera squinted daggers at the elder girl before huffing and leaning back against Ha-Joon's shoulder. "Spicy ramen hits every single time, and we're broke! I can't risk my happiness and what little money we have by trying a new dish and possibly not liking it." She grumbled, glancing up at Joon through her lashes from her position on her shoulder.

"Same thing, Joonie?" Aera queried at the youngest, that had her eyes shut and her head leaning against the wall behind them.

"Yes, please," Ha-Joon replied with a nod, her eyes closed, but her mouth still bore into a toothy smile to show her appreciation. Aera chuckled and tapped the maknae's belly before making a note to order the buy one get one half-priced special that included two bowls of spicy ramen.

After a few minutes, the girls finished placing their order with the woman who trotted to their table with a jug of water, glasses, and a pad to jot down their demands. Aera was on her second serving of drink before her phone vibrated on the chair she was sitting on. Reaching down, she unlocked the device and squinted at the notification blearing back at her. The icon of her brother illuminated the screen with a text saying how he hoped she was doing well and bidding her good night as he was probably about to turn in for the night. Smiling at her softie of a brother, she replied with an, "I miss you, I love you, and I'm okay. You better be studying hard", ending with a promise of video calling him soon.

She tucked her phone away, joining in the silly word game that her members were captivated by, her competitive side automatically taking over. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to win a pointless, rewardless word game. They played for a few rounds, Aera leading by two victories and Ha-Joon one, before they saw the woman who took their order waddling up with their meals. They all spewed thank-yous at the elder before taking their rightful plates. She placed the final two bowls onto the table before pointing at the dish on the left, saying it was the mildly spiced ramen and earning a thankful nod and praise from Aera.

Aera handed the less-spicy noodles to Joon, sliding the chopsticks to her along with some napkins. "Gamsahamnida, unnie." Ha-Joon cheered, wasting no time before digging into her meal with purpose. Aera smiled at her before doing the same and tucking into hers. The table was quiet, the hunger that the members were trying to exterminate getting rid of any want for conversation.

"So what I'm seeing is, the youngest are the smartest." Aera broke the silence, referring to their previous table game after finishing her mouthful of ramen. Siren erupted into laughter, Aera earning herself a slap on the arm from Asami, who almost spat her rice cake back into her bowl.

"Shut up and eat." Han-na laughed halfway through a mouthful of rice and kimchi.

Aera shrugged with a smirk, shoving more food into her mouth and enjoying the moment of relaxation before they returned to the room that would give hell a run for its money and practised for the rest of the night.

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Guardian Angels - Part 1

Written with permission from @danurso

Jaune and Weiss had been feeling unhappy. It may have had something to do with the heat of the Vecchian desert, but they both were sure there was more to it than that.

It had been years since they first met - not many, truth be told - but now nearly into their mid-twenties, the two wished they could have started out differently.

For themselves.

For the people they were before.

And for everyone else too.

But their chief regrets lay in how they first treated each other.

Jaune wished he hadn't been such a pest to Weiss, while she wished she hadn’t been so mean to him. The two had made up and moved on since meeting again in Mistral; it only happened a few times at Beacon after all, but still they wished to see it done.

Now, thanks to Ozpin, they finally had a way, and preparations were made. It took some time, but at last, everything was ready. Unfortunately, due to their personal timelines, they could only go one after the other.

Jaune insisted he go first.

Weiss was content with that. She had a lot to think about before trying this herself. More importantly, if his time shepherding children in Mantle was anything to go by, Jaune was a natural with them.

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Their friends were a little concerned.

"Uhm." Ruby raised her hand, "Are you sure this is safe?"

"Of course we are." Flounced Weiss, "Oscar said that Ozpin said he's tried this before, so we ought to be fine."

"Yeah, but he also said nothing he did worked out for him." Blake pointed out.

Weiss had to admit, that couldn't be ignored.

"We're not just doing this for ourselves, though." Countered Jaune, "We're doing this for each other."

Blake and Yang exchanged glances.

Now, why did that sound familiar?

"Besides," He continued, "We've got timers set on our scrolls. That way, we'll know when we can't stick around in the past anymore."

"We just want you guys to come back." Nora didn't look very happy,

"It was pretty bad the last time." Added Ren.

Neither Jaune nor Team RWBY needed to be reminded. It had been a painful experience for Oscar, Nora, Ren, and Emerald when they believed their friends had gotten stuck in the Central Location. Although it hadn't been long for them, it had still been more than enough.

The relief they felt when they saw their friends enter the academy was enormous, and they all promised never to leave anyone behind again.

"Okay, fine, but," Ventured Jaune, "This time is way safer."

"He's right." Agreed Weiss, "Ozma isn't bound by the same rules as Ambrosius. So he can make a few changes if he needs to."

"That's also true." Conceded Yang, "But Ambrosius was from a God-made relic, so he can do a lot more. Ozma only has his magic powers, and he told us it was dwindling back at Haven."

"Oh, fine!" Weiss nearly threw her arms up, "So our plan is a little flawed, when have any of us ever made a perfect one anyways?"

"Every strategy has risks." Nodded Jaune, "And I find these ones acceptable. Besides, I'm going first."

Everyone stared at him.

"And that's a good thing how?" Demanded Nora,

"If it doesn't work, we'll know." Jaune shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing.

"Well, now I definitely don't want you to freaking go!" And she threw her arms around him,

"Oh, come on!" Laughed Jaune, "It's just a joke-"

Nora slapped the back of Jaune's head before he could finish.

"Ow." Jaune winced, "Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!"

"Not funny, dude." She had grabbed his face and was now stretching his cheeks open and shut.

Jaune blubbered as Nora kept on flapping his cheeks. The noise it made had Yang, Emerald, and even Blake giggling uncontrollably.

"Alright Nora," Ren soothed her, "that's enough."

And he carefully pried Nora's hands away from Jaune's face.

"Now then, if that's everything?" Weiss wrung her hands, ready to carry out the new mission,

"You're really set on this, aren't you?" Ozpin asked through Oscar,

"I'm afraid so." Nodded Weiss, "Perhaps, if we do this right, it'll make for a better future on Remnant."

"But you won't get to see it." Ozpin didn't much like where this was going, "Time travel doesn't work the way you'd prefer."

"That's as well may be," agreed Weiss, "but we'll at least do something. Maybe we'll even right a few wrongs we never got to before Beacon. Perhaps even well before then, for that matter."

Ozpin wasn't convinced, but there was little else he could do. So he simply let it go.

"Then, if you're sure." He sounded very solemn,

"We are." Chorused Jaune and Weiss.

Ozpin nodded and headed to a private room.

"We'll be back soon." Promised Jaune,

"I hope you're being honest." Ruby poked him in the chest plate, "Agh-"

"He is." Insisted Weiss, "We'll both be back very soon."

And quickly hugging their friends, Jaune and Weiss headed into the private room with Oscar. When they walked in, a great, bright swirling of light stopped them in their tracks.

"That's bigger than I thought it'd be." Remarked Weiss,

"Phrasing." Grunted Ozpin,

"Welp, here I go." Jaune cracked his neck, "Trip of my life."

"Be careful there." Weiss gently took his hand,

"You know it." Jaune gave her that classic smile of his.

Weiss's heart swelled, and she squeezed his hand a little tighter. Jaune smiled at her, and when she let go, he headed into the portal.

"See you soon." He gave her a two-fingered salute.

Weiss simply waved him goodbye and turned back to the desk she saw in the corner. She pulled out a pen and a little notebook and started to write.

She had to think of what she should say when her turn came.

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Fourteen years ago . . .

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She had just turned ten years old.

Big tears dripped from her face and dotted the open rug space between her feet. She had come to a stop in front of the door to her father's study.

Father was angry.

Again.

She didn't know who, or what upset him now.

Nor did she want to.

All she knew was that he was.

And it scared her.

Terribly.

. . .

. . .

Jacques Schnee.

Her father.

The Chief Executive Officer of the Schnee Dust Company.

He and mother were fighting.

She heard a loud slap ring out from the study.

"We did not marry because I love you!" He snapped, "I only married you for the money, half-wit wench! I never loved you! I never loved the children! I never loved any of it!"

There came a horrified gasp.

"I don't understand why we even had so many children," He added, "I never wanted any to begin with!"

Those words stung.

Mother burst out the door and ran away, crying.

Weiss stayed where she was, too afraid to move.

If father was telling the truth, then what had he ever loved?

Would he ever love?

. . .

. . .

Could he ever?

. . .

. . .

. . .

. . . Could she . . .?

. . .

. . .

No.

. . .

Should she?

. . .

Was love even real?

. . .

. . .

Could she even feel it if no one loved her?

. . .

. . .

. . .

. . .

. . .

. . .

Father was storming back to his office . . .

. . .

He'd forgotten . . .

. . .

Mother had disappeared . . .

. . .

Did she remember?

. . .

Winter was gone . . .

. . .

She hadn't called . . .

. . .

Whitley wouldn't understand . . .

. . .

Would he ever?

. . .

"Well, brat?" Jacques' voice cut hot through the air.

Weiss jumped and looked up, trembling.

"F- Father-" She wanted to speak,

"If you wish to stain my expensive carpets," But he wouldn't let her, "You'll have to pay for them."

Weiss gulped.

"But- but-!" Her tears blurred her sight,

"Go to your room." Jacques said sternly, pointing the direction he faced.

Weiss still didn't move.

"I said go to your room!" Jacques raised his hand.

Weiss flinched, and shutting her eyes she braced herself.

"Hammer of silence!"

*THUD!*

A blow landed.

. . .

But not on her. Weiss opened her eyes, and stared in wonderment. Standing ahead of her, was a tall man.

He wore plate armour on his chest, shoulders, forearms, and knees; his whole set was painted a pearly white and accented by polished brass.

His shirt was black, his pants were brown, as were the spats over his black boots. A red sash was tied around his waist, under a black leather utility belt, which stood out prominently thanks to the brass buckle on it.

A handsome sword hung from his hip and seemed to chill the air around it; the guard and pommel were a shining, silvery steel, and the grip was wrapped in black cotton. It reminded Weiss of the Knights of Yore. Her grandfather once showed her pictures from old books, and she still loved to pore them over.

Then, throwing his fist forward, the tall man buried it in Jacques' stomach. A globule of saliva sprayed from his mouth as he stumbled backward. He coughed and spluttered, but he wouldn't get to breathe yet.

The man hooked his arm under Jacques' and hefted him up over his shoulders

"Throw-Down of Shut-Up!" He growled.

And with an easy effort, Jacques was sent tumbling through the air and broke through the wall ahead with a crash.

He wouldn't get up for a while after.

"That takes care of that." The tall man clapped his hands together, wiping them clean, "Serves you right, frosty blowhard."

Then, he turned around.

Weiss could hardly believe her eyes.

'. . . He's so pretty . . .' She thought.

Truly, this man looked exactly how Weiss expected all Knights to look beneath their helmets. His skin was fair, his eyes were a deep, captivating blue, and his soft, luxurious blonde hair bounced with every bob of his head.

He looked like one of the boys Winter liked, from that one band with the really catchy music

'What was it called again? No Direction?' Weiss didn't remember.

This was much better though!

The man saw her, smiled, and knelt down to look her in the eye.

"Heya." His voice was soft, and so was his smile, "Are you okay?"

"Uh- . . . Uh-huh . . ." Weiss could only nod.

The motion shook the tears from her eyes. The man saw this and quickly raised his hand. Weiss gasped and flinched again.

"Hey, hey!" His voice was still soft, "It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you. I promise."

Weiss said nothing. The man very carefully wiped away her tears, and brushed a few strands of her hair out of her face.

Weiss felt amazed. Clearly, this man was very strong, but still so gentle. She hardly felt his fingertips brushing against her face.

"There." His eyes crinkled, "That better?"

". . . Yeah." Weiss's voice returned, "Thank you, Sir . . ."

"No prob, Snow Angel." The man assured her.

Well, there was a new name for her.

It sent her heart aflutter. No one had called her something like that before.

"Who are you?" Weiss wanted to know,

"Me?" The man pointed to himself, "Oh, y'know. I'm everyone's favourite."

"No, I don't." Weiss shook her head, "I'd remember you if you were my favourite."

If the man was offended, he didn't show it. He just smirked.

"I'm your one and only knight in shining armour." He declared, and struck a proud pose.

Weiss's eyes went wide.

"M- My knight-?" She was surprised.

"That's right." His smile widened, "I'm your knight. So I'mlike your guardian angel."

Her eyes shone.

"A-Are you really a knight?" Weiss was excited,

"Of course I am." The Knight insisted, and pointed to himself, "Look at my armour, only the best knights ever will dress like this!"

"Woww . . ." Weiss's eyes sparkled as it all sank in, "I have my very own knight in shining armour! This is the best day ever!"

She was so excited, she started bouncing up and down. Weiss didn't care if it was unladylike, or unsightly. Today had turned from the worst day, to the best day, and she was happy.

Her knight chuckled as he watched her happy little dance.

"Hey listen," He quickly called her attention back,

"Uh-?" Weiss stopped dancing,

"What's today's date?" He asked,

"September-" Weiss stopped and blinked, "September fifth . . ."

"And that means . . ." The Knight's smile grew, "Today's your birthday."

Weiss stared up at him.

"How did you know?" She quizzed,

"How do you think?" He quizzed back.

Weiss thought for a moment. Then it came to her.

"You're my birthday present, aren't you?" If it was possible, her eyes widened even more.

Her Knight said nothing. He just nodded. Weiss couldn't contain herself, and she squealed with delighted glee.

"Alright, come on, birthday girl." The Knight clapped his hands, "What do you wanna do today?"

Weiss stopped.

What did she want to do?

"Umm . . ." Weiss tried to think, but she was too excited, "I don't know! There's so much I'd love to do today!"

Her Knight understood.

"Then why don't we go outside and have some fun?" He suggested, "There's a few places I think you'll love out there."

That was as good an idea as any to Weiss.

"Ooh, yes please!" She chimed,

"Then that's what we'll do!" The Knight stood up, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I am!" Weiss nodded,

"Then let's go!" And taking her hand in his, they headed to the front door.

But before they could reach the lobby, they were stopped.

"Ahh- 'scuse me?" Called a guard,

"Yes sir?" The Knight faced him,

"What are you doing with her?" The Guard asked,

"Oh, I'm taking the Little Snow Angel out for her birthday!" He said easily.

The guard, although trying his best to do his job, seemed a rather hapless man. But he didn't seem like he cared too much just then.

"Well, I can't let you out." He said, "Not unless I know she'll be safe."

"Oh, come on." The Knight, "We won't be too long."

He turned to Weiss.

"Will we, Snow Angel?"

Weiss looked between her Knight and the guard, and smiling bravely, she shook her head.

"No sir!" She chirped, "We won't be too long at all."

The guard sighed, that seemed to help.

"Okay . . ." He checked his pockets, "Well, I'll need some identification."

"Oh, sure." The Knight pulled a card from a pouch on his belt, "How's this?"

Weiss couldn't read backwards, it was up too high and the letters seemed all jumbled. It then occurred to her that she never asked her Knight for his name. Now she felt a little silly.

She also spotted on his other hip, a pistol with a long muzzle. She had never seen one like that before, but it very much reminded her of the ones Major Ironwood wore.

"Huh." Grunted the guard, "Looks like everything checks out. You're free to go."

"Thank you!" Smiled The Knight,

"At least be sure to come back before five o'clock!" He called,

"We will!" Weiss and the Knight hollered back together.

A black Limousin awaited them, quietly idling in front of the fountain in the loop. Her Knight drew ahead, and opened the door for her. The driver was relaxing in his seat, but sat up completely straight when he heard the doors open.

"Where to, m'dears?" He asked sweetly,

"Sky Mall, please sir." The Knight told him, just as sweet, "I'll be guarding the little lady while she's out for her special day."

The Driver nodded and cruised smoothly away from the Manor.

"Um, excuse me, sir, but what's your name?" Weiss finally asked him,

"My name?" The Knight blinked at her,

"I was so excited to meet you," She said and looked down at her lap, " I guess I forgot. I'm sorry."

Her Knight clicked his tongue.

"No, don't be!" He patted her shoulder, "Today is for you! I don't mind if you didn't ask."

"But it's still rude . . ." Weiss didn't smile.

Etiquette training was a must among the upper class citizens in Atlas. To neglect it was to imply you were poorly brought up, and Weiss did not want to make her family look bad.

But her Knight understood.

"Ani." He said.

Weiss looked up.

"Pardon?" She asked,

"Ani." The Knight said again, "My name is Ani."

Weiss giggled.

"But that's a girl's name." She pointed out.

Her Knight was nonplussed.

"It's short for Anakin." He clarified,

"Anakin . . ." Weiss murmured, then she frowned, "That sounds made up."

"It means warrior." Anakin explained.

"I don't think it suits you." Weiss still didn't really buy it,

"Well, what do you think my name should be then?" The Knight played along with.

Weiss thought for a moment, and realised she couldn't think of a better name herself.

". . . May I still call you 'Mister Knight'?" She asked.

Her Knight didn't tease her, he just nodded.

"Of course, Little Snow Angel." He allowed.

And that was that.

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The two had a lovely day. They went for a treat from the bakery, had a drive through the suburban landscape, and even drove past the army barracks as well.

Weiss liked going there, sometimes, it meant a chance to see Winter. Unfortunately, she wasn't there, so Her Knight took her for ice cream instead. They even bought some for the driver. That made Weiss feel a little better, but she still wished to see the better members of her family.

And last of all, they returned to the Manor, and had a walk around the grounds. Jacques wasn't there when they returned, which everyone thought was just as well. It cheered Weiss up a lot. Although the house was cold, both inside and out, it was her home. And she was happy to have a friendly face with her.

The sun was going down, and bathed the snowy land in a warm, clementine glow.

Soon they reached the flowerbeds her mother always tended to with the gardeners. After passing through it, her Knight checked his watch.

"Ugh." He groaned, and stopped walking.

Weiss stopped too when she heard him.

"What's wrong?" She wanted to know,

"I haven't got much time left," The Knight shook his head, "I've got to go soon."

'Go?' Weiss didn't understand,

". . . You're not staying?" Her heart sank like a stone,

"I'm afraid I can't." The Knight looked sorry, "I have to get back to where I came from-"

"But you can't leave!" Weiss darted forward and hugged his leg, "You have to stay!"

The Knight stammered, for only a moment.

"You know I'd love to." He said honestly, "But I don't think your dad would like that very much. I did put him through a wall."

"But I don't care about that!" Insisted Weiss, "You said he deserved it!"

Her Knight winced, he clearly forgot she had heard.

"I did say that." He admitted, "But I didn't come here to stay with you."

"But why not?!" Weiss was very upset now, "You said you're my knight in shining armour!"

"I am." The Knight promised, "And I always will be! But I can't stay here. This isn't where I'm meant to be."

Weiss began to cry. It didn't make any sense. And now it had gone back to being the worst day all over again.

"Then why did you come?" She looked away.

Her Knight knelt down, put his thumb on her chin and guided her gaze back to him.

"Well, first." He explained, "I wanted to punch your dad. And I did, so I'm happy."

Weiss tried not to smile.

'So he did deserve it.' She thought,

"But second, and wayy more important." He added, "I came to see you."

"To see me?" Weiss tilted her head,

"Uh-huh." Smiled the Knight, "Because you needed someone to help you smile again."

He brushed her tears away once more.

"He," He gestured with his head to the mansion, "he's not very smart. He's just a big, blue dummy!"

That made Weiss giggle through her tears.

"But he's not blue." She wrinkled her nose,

"Yeah, not yet." The Knight winked.

"Are you going to turn him blue?" Weiss thought that would be a hilarious trick.

Her Knight considered.

"Well," He tried, as if weighing his options, "I mean, I'd like to."

"Then why not?" Weiss pouted, through a little smile,

"I get the feeling someone will take care of that for us." The Knight told her.

Although Weiss didn't believe it, she hoped it would happen soon.

"He doesn't know how incredible you are." He moved his hand to her cheek, massaging it, "How amazing you'll be, when he's not being a meanie to you."

Weiss stared up at him.

"Me?" She couldn't believe her ears, "Me? Amazing? Really?"

"Yeah." His smile became serious, "it'll take a while for you to get there, but you will. Because you are that amazing."

He ruffled her hair.

"Then again, I guess your dad is always being mean, so maybe he'll never get it." The Knight's smile returned, "But there will be people who do. And those people? They'll be the best ones you'll ever meet."

Weiss blushed and looked at her feet. Her grandfather would do this to her and Winter when they felt down.

"How do you know so much?" She wanted to know, taking his enormous hand in her's,

"Because I can see it." The Knight didn't miss a beat, "In your eyes. And in your face. You're a strong girl, and I know you'll grow into someone even stronger than you are now."

"I'm strong now?" Such a thought never occurred to her,

"Psh-yeah, you are!" Chuckled the Knight, "I bet Ol' Nicky'd be proud if he could see you now."

Weiss's little heart took off and soared.

"Do you mean it?" Her eyes sparkled with hope, "You can see all of that just by looking at me?"

"Of course I do." The Knight ruffled her hair again, "And yeah, I can see it. You're a regular, little Snow Angel!"

Weiss felt happier than she had since as far back as she could remember.

"Oh." She choked, "Oh, thank you, Mister Knight!"

She threw her arms around him. Her Knight shook his head and picked her up, and standing to his full height, he gave her a squeeze.

"Anytime Snow Angel." He whispered, "Any time."

The two of them stayed like that for a moment. Jacques groaned from his gurney at the hospital, quickly being tended to byt the staff. Suddenly, a faint beeping went off behind Weiss's head.

"What's that?" Weiss pulled back.

Her Knight checked a flashing green device on the back of his left wrist.

"Agh," He grunted, "we're cutting it really close."

He knelt down and put her back on her feet.

"Listen, my time here is almost up." The Knight showed her the device on his wrist, "I have to go now.

Weiss's face fell.

"Okay, I guess." She said, flat as a slate,

"Come on," He nudged her shoulder, "Don't be like that."

"But, but-" Weiss couldn't stop sniffling, "But we'll never see each other again."

"Yes we will." Insisted the Knight, "It might be a few years from now, but we will meet again."

Weiss raised her head.

"You promise?" She asked him doubtfully.

Her Knight gave a reassuring smile.

"I promise." He nodded.

Then, as if on queue to Weiss, he stuck out his pinky.

"Swear on it?" He asked for her.

Weiss's eyes widened again.

He knew she would want to.

If this knight was a present from her grandfather, then by the Gods, had he chosen well.

All she could do was nod. And they linked their pinkies together.

"Now, it's official." The Knight punctuated the promise with every word and their digits unlinked.

A loud rumbling roared behind them. Weiss peered behind him to look. A bright, swirl of energy twisted to life behind them.

"Wow . . ." She marvelled, "What's that?"

"That's where I came from." The Knight told her,

"Where is it?" Weiss was needed to know,

"You'll see it someday." The Knight patted her cheek and stood up, "Now I really have to go."

Weiss sighed.

"Okay." She said sadly, and hugged him again,

"Don't be so sad." He said softly, hugging her back, "You know I'll always be with you."

"Will you?" Weiss was desperate,

"I will." He nodded.

Letting her go, he saw now that she wasn't as sad anymore. She was smiling a little bit.

"Atta girl." He smiled, "Just keep your Rusty-the-Rusted-Knight-stuffie close, and you'll never be alone."

Weiss perked up.

"How'd you-" She tried to ask.

But before she could, her Knight turned around and headed for the bright swirling.

"OH!" The Knight stopped short and whirled around, "I almost forgot to tell you."

"What's that?" Weiss stepped closer,

"I know you're thinking of going to a school called Beacon, am I right?" He tilted his head,

"Um, yes?" Weiss hadn't given it too much thought just yet,

"Well, if and when you do go there," He told her, "you're probably gonna meet a really dorky blonde kid."

"I will?" Now Weiss was very perplexed,

"Yeah, probably." Nodded the Knight, "I'm just gonna ask you to be nice and go easy on him. He's a good kid, and he's honest too, but he's kinda goofy. He won't know how to express himself properly."

Weiss nodded. She wasn't sure what to make of this.

"Uh, alright . . . yes . . . I can do that . . ." She frowned a little.

This didn't make sense, either.

"D'ah," He waved it off, "you'll get it when you see him. Again, just don't think too badly of the kid, okay?"

Weiss nodded again.

"Okay," She was more resolute, "I promise!"

"That's all I'll ask." He smiled happily, and stepped towards the swirl, "Ooh, wait one more thing!"

Her Knight turned back around to face her.

"Also, when you go to Beacon," He added, "You're probably gonna meet this really pretty girl with red hair and green eyes."

"Mm-hm?" Weiss nodded,

"Just try to be her friend as well." He told her, "She hasn't had it easy either, and she would love to have real, true friends in her life."

"She won't have any when I meet her?" Weiss frowned,

"I'm sorry, but no." He shook his head, "She won't."

That sounded awful. Weiss made her decision.

"Okay!" She promised, "I'll be good to them both!"

"You've got a heart of gold." The Knight patted her head again, and finally he turned away, walked up to the swirl, and stepped into it, "Bye-bye, Snow Angel, I'll see you again someday!"

"Goodbye, Mister Knight!" Weiss called out, "I love you!"

Her Knight said nothing. But he turned back a little, giving her a kind, broad smile. Weiss smiled back when she saw it. And with a deep humming and droning, he stepped through the swirl, and it disappeared.

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By the end of that day, Weiss felt better than she had in years. She found a note pad and a pencil in her room, and jotted down her promise to Her Knight.

She would keep it.

No matter what.

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That night, as Klein the butler tucked her into bed, he saw how she was smiling - he'd been at a different part of the Manor all day, and was secretly upset to have missed his 'Little Snowflake' on her biggest day yet.

"Oh my dear," He covered his mouth and yawned, "Oh, excuse me. You look very happy."

"I am Klein." Weiss gratefully snuggled her Rusty-stuffie when he handed it to her, "Today was the best birthday I can remember!"

Klein's eyes turned yellow.

"Oh bother, was it?" He asked excitedly, and clicked his tongue, "Oh, and I've missed it."

"Well," Weiss fidgeted, "I don't think you would've liked how it started . . ."

Klein's eyes turned violet.

"Um?" He felt wary,

"Father said he didn't love any of us." Weiss told him,

"No!" He gasped,

"Mm-hm!" Nodded Weiss, "He shouted it out really loudly, right in mother's face!"

That made the butler very angry, and his eyes flashed red.

"Why, that insolent, frosty blowhard!" He snapped, then remembering he was in front of Weiss, he quickly recovered, "ATISHOOO! Oh, my! I'm so sorry, my Little Snowflake. Something came over me-"

"That's what he called him!" Weiss's eyes shone like the northern lights.

Klein paused.

"What who said?" He asked her,

"My knight in shining armour!" Weiss recounted, "Ooh, you should've seen it, Klein! He threw Father through a wall, and he didn't get back up until after the other staff had him taken away!"

Brunhilde, one of the maids, told Weiss everything after her Knight left.

The butler stared.

". . . Is that why the Master wasn't at home this afternoon?" He asked.

Secretly, Klein wished he'd gotten to see that himself.

"Yes!" Weiss nodded, bouncing up and down in her bed, "I was so sad and scared when Father started yelling again, but then he swooped in and shut him up!"

Klein was so overjoyed, his eyes turned back to yellow.

"Oh, how wonderful!" He was delighted, "This knight of yours sounds like just the sort of man we need around here!"

Both Klein and Weiss knew they really shouldn't be excited about something like this, but as Jacques was still in the hospital, there wasn't anyone around to tell on them. Another worrying thought came to him, however, and his eyes went back to violet.

"Um, beg Pardon, my Little Snowflake," He asked, "But where is this knight of yours now?"

Weiss shook her head.

"I don't know." She sighed, "He said grandfather got him as a present just for me. He came here to tell me that I'm going to be amazing when I grow up, but then he walked into a big glittery-shaped-thing and left."

The butler frowned. He could understand now why Weiss was so upset about it.

"Oh, please, do cheer up, my dear?" Klein patted her head, "I'm sure you'll see him again someday."

Weiss nodded again, mutely.

"He promised we would." She remembered, "I just wish I could see him now . . ."

"Well, what if we tried to find him?" Offered Klein, his eyes turning brown, "I'm sure we could do that. What did he look like?"

Weiss thought for a moment.

"He had golden hair," she recalled, "and his eyes were like the ocean."

"Ooh, go on." Klein was rapt with attention,

"He was tall too!" Added Weiss, "As tall as Grandfather! He wore armour like his, with the big chest-part, and knee-pads and shoulder-pads."

She paused and pulled her knees up.

"He was really pretty . . ." She finally said,

"Mm-hmm . . ." Klein nodded thoughtfully, "I see then . . ."

His eyes turned back to yellow again.

"This knight of yours sounds truly wonderful." Klein assured her, "I'll send word out to a few of our contacts and see about finding this knight of yours."

". . . Okay, Klein." That helped her a little, "Thank you."

She peeled out of bed and gave him a tight, warm hug. Klein felt startled at first, but hugged her all the same.

"Do you think I will get to see him again?" She wondered, still holding onto him.

Against his better judgment, Klein answered.

"I'm sure I know you will." He promised.

He gently laid her back down, and drew the covers up.

"Good night and happy birthday, my sweet Little Snowflake." He wished her, "Sleep well, and pleasant dreams."

"Good night, Klein." Weiss wished him back, "You too, a-and the others as well."

Klein nodded with a smile and left the room, shutting the door behind him. Weiss shuffled further down beneath her covers and snuggled her Rusty-stuffie again.

"Good night, Mister Knight." She breathed, "I hope I get to see you again soon."

[bravewolfvesperia]

mistralxsoul:

Flynn had experience when dealing with complaints and concerns back in Zaphias. In fact, it seemed like everyone had nothing to do other than complain lately. After all, most people knew he had a hand in ridding the world of Blastia and they were more happy to make sure Flynn knew just how unhappy they were with it. He wasn’t sure if it was worse or better on the days he decided to visit Dahngrest for negotiations. Most people normally did not recognize him as the Commandant, so a lot of the time, the most he would have to deal with was slight remarks from people under their breath as he passed. Insults that held no meaning. He had honestly heard worse from the kids that he and Yuri grew up with in the Lower Quarter. However, there were also a few who saw a random knight in the middle of Dahngrest and decided to act territorial and pick a fight. Like the one who was currently shoving his face into Flynn’s personal space in an effort to seem intimidating. The poor fool was drunk, almost incomprehensible, as he babbled on and on about how the Knights were useless, pathetic, weak and nothing but a stain on the world and all Flynn could do was bear it. The last thing he needed was to get dragged into a fight and damage the relationship between the Empire and the Guilds as it was beginning to heal. Flynn had never been that lucky though. As Flynn tried to turn away, to leave before things escalated, the drunk’s rough hand shoved him hard and the young Commandant found himself stumbling forward, hand automatically flying to the hilt of his blade as he turned, ready to defend himself because now the drunken fool had decided to turn violent. “You better start running before I really get pissed off.” A new voice was heard, one that Flynn recognized immediately, as he felt the familiar (and safe)  presence of his friend appear on the scene. He turned his head just slightly to greet the man before letting his gaze trail back to the drunken guild member, who nearly stumbled over his own two feet as his unfocused eyes tried to narrow in the new arrival’s direction. “Yuri.” Flynn couldn’t stop the small smile as he called out to the other. “Well, I was hoping to come by for a surprise visit but I supposed that’s been ruined by this commotion I’ve caused."

Guys like this were exactly why people had such bad impressions about guilds. Fact was, Yuri used to as well. The drunken part alone wasn't the problem - it was the aggression that came with it from the hotheads. They were the loudest, and it left more of an impression than the quieter people. In comparison, Yuri could see why the knights looked more upstanding, even if that had been the reverse of the truth before the blastia were gone.

Now it was reversed again, with the shady commandant dead and gone and the revered and beloved Don also dead and gone. The guilds didn't have a solid leader anymore, but they didn't need one if they could manage to be civilized, decent people without one. They hated how the knights used to be and left. There was no excuse for dragging similar shit here and being no better.

"That you've caused? Looked to me like you were just standing there, and knowing you I'd have to guess that's a correct assumption. I came this way because I heard a blubbering mess of shouting, and it definitely wasn't coming from you. We've had issues with this guy before though, so by all means, punch him in the face if he bothers you again." He and Karol had already had to talk to this man's guild leader, and at the time they had been assured that the guy was already on his last legs there. If this wasn't the last straw, he probably only had one more left.

It didn't help that he was trying to pick fights not just with Flynn, but other guild members that supported the idea of bettering their relationship with the knights so long as the knights readjusted themselves. Fact was, if Flynn was in charge of the knights, their reasons for picking fights with the knights decreased drastically. Before, Yuri really did get it. Ioder was in charge of the capital now though and Flynn was leading the knights. The reasons these people left the Empire to begin with wouldn't hold up in a modern day argument. At this point it was just stubbornly stuck up pride for something that no longer existed.

At first, the guild member shot daggers - he was always better at looking threatening than making anything of it with his skill. "What, are you a suck up to the knights now? They get a new young leader and suddenly we're supposed to all hold hands and be friends?" Flynn had been here to help the people's well being before when the Don was still around... and really, it was annoying how quickly they all hated him on the basis of him being a knight alone. If he hadn't been and had just been some random person, they would have accepted the help just fine.

At the time, Yuri had done a lot of self distracting to avoid getting as angry as he wanted to be. The whole thing was pretty stupid to him, just immediately being absolutely terrible to another person just trying to help. Even if Flynn hadn't been there on orders, he would have helped instinctively. Yuri understood not wanting help from knights, but... the disgust toward Flynn as a person had, at the time, been particularly upsetting. If it had any been anyone it would have felt uncomfortable, but Yuri knew Flynn and that had made it worse.

"Only this one. Plus, you hit him in the face which just reeks of jealousy to me. If you walk away now, you might not get kicked out of your guild just yet when I have to report to your boss again that you're an embarrassment to his guild." That seemed to be enough to get the guy to lay off, even if not before he opened his mouth to attempt a comeback and realized he had nothing. Fuming, the man trudged off, spouting something about proving his point one day, how he'd catch the knights showing their true colors and prove it to the world.

Yuri sighed and resisted the urge to shake his head at the lunacy of it. It was like that guy just wanted the knights to be a force of evil so he could be some hero about it. Yuri's attention directed back to Flynn when he determined the guy was far enough away that he actually meant it. "Sorry he ruined your surprise visit. I'm still surprised all the same though. What brings the commandant himself to Dahngrest of all places?"

[adobe-outdesign]

Since you've covered the Talonflame line in the meantime, may I (officially) request a Spheal review ? Alternatively, Furfrou. I don't know why, but I have this guy in mind as of late...

ROUND. 10/10

But seriously, making something cute that's also excessively chubby and spherical is always a guaranteed hit. The actual design is nice, with two little fangs (foreshadowing to it becoming a walrus later) and a pleasant blue color with cream accents. The underbelly helps break things up a bit and the white spots give it a more naturalistic feeling. No complaints here.

With that said, I always found the rest of the line a little underwhelming. Being Round(TM) was Spheal's entire thing, so once that's dropped, you're left with a very standard seal/sea lion. There's nothing wrong with the visuals—the whiskers are a fun shape and the markings are pretty—but there's nothing to really make it stand out in someone's mind.

One thing I think could've been done is to emphasize this part of the 'dex:

The idea of it balancing Spheal on its nose the same way sea lions balance balls is really fun and cute, but nothing about the 'mon itself reflects this (correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think we've ever seen it do it in any Pokemon media period).

I think this line could've taken a Dragapult approach by showing Sealeo actually with a Spheal at all times. Then you have a simple theme of round seal -> sea lion balancing a ball that would've been much more interesting. Of course, that would only work if the line was two stages, which brings us to...

Walrein is a bit more unique than Sealeo because it's our first and currently only walrus Pokemon. However, I do think it suffers a bit from the same lack of theme Sealeo has. The fur is an interesting shape and looks a bit like waves from the back, and the rings around its neck and tail help establish the amount of blubber it has, but it's otherwise a pretty straightforward walrus. Nice looking enough, but not much going on with it beyond that.

(Side note: I think one thing this line could use is a regional. In all honesty I'm not even sure what they'd do with one, but regionals are a good way to spice up concepts that are otherwise lacking.)

Anyway, overall: Spheal is adorable and has a fun concept in just how round it is, but the rest of the line feels a bit lacking, having dropped the original concept without adding much new. That said, everything here is nicely designed with few visual issues, so they'll certainly serve their purpose if you just want a good looking sea lion or walrus 'mon.

[bcbdrums]

Top 10 Soul Eater episodes?

As in, favorite episodes?? Or best episodes??

I'll do...favorites I guess? If that's even possible my gosh... I'm hard-pressed at this point to find any I don't like, and others are like...yes this one and this one and this one and this one.... Like the whole underground battle series of like seven??? Is just one giant episode to me, lol.

ANYWAY.... FAVORITE Top Ten episodes, listed in airing order not a ranking cuz that's impossible, lol.

Now, to absolutely no one's surprise...

These are all Stein and/or Spirit feature episodes. Except maybe two. Here we gooooo!

Episode 4: "Engage the Witch Hunter! A Remedial Lesson in the Graveyard?"

Why a fave? Okay well first of all...we get to see the four main characters fighting together against an enemy. The episode starts with the feeling of...okay, here we go... Like setting the tone of the anime after the concept and chars have been introduced. Gonna be a monster of the week thing, fighting new enemies and collecting souls. Like Digimon but not you know?

So we see awesome techniques from both Maka and Black Star and Sid as a char is super creative, so it's all that stuff to start with. And then...then we start to get that tiny bit of backstory at the end about Spirit and Stein and it's like, wait say what now?? The red-head is more than a comic drunk deadbeat dad? So then...

Episode 5: "Shape of the Soul – Enter the Ultimate Meister, Stein?"

Yeah okay... I mean. Obviously. We see Stein and it's like whoa that design is creepy this guy is creepy and then we hear Spirit blubbering drunkenly about the past and it's like creepy and oh snap I am now sympathetic to Spirit and there is a far deeper backstory going on here with these adults cuz we had the privilege of seeing Sid alive before you know and suddenly he's dead in the prior ep so mystery and...yeah. And then it's very much presented as wow...Stein is...unbeatable. They're doomed. And that twist ending I was just as much huh??? as Soul was and I just. Got captivated by the backstory.

Episode 7: "Black-blooded Terror – There's a Weapon inside Crona?"

More Spirit and Stein stuff. I swear that hospital scene was my favorite scene in the entire show for the longest time. It's hilarious, I still crack up watching it. The toes thing is just... And that way too long dramatic pause and camera pull before he reveals the divorce, and Stein freaking already knows and just...yeah I'm getting giddy thinking about it. But ALSO it's like, okay...now we've departed from the casual anime silliness. We skipped the 30+ eps of growth like Digimon and went straight to the big major character issue. Which you know, makes sense the further into the anime we go for this anime. But...yeah. It gets. Real. Not kids anymore. Crona with Ragnarok are hilarious I love them, and Crona is highkey relatable; Crona is every teenager to exist ever. But yeah then Soul's sacrifice, for Maka... It's just...wow. Yeah it got real.

Episode 8: "The Witch Medusa – Bearer of the Great Terrible Soul?"

Truthfully, probably my favorite episode as things stand right now. My mind may change later. Why? Because obviously...Spirit and Stein get to fight together. We get to see what the future is... It's like seeing the past in Star Wars, the very beginning of Ep. 1 you know where we see Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan fight and it's like...yessss this is how things are supposed to be in a world that isn't broken. Seeing Stein and Spirit fight together like that is just... Yeah my heart is pounding thinking about how insanely awesome that is. Also Stein is hot. Plus more of that...not kids anymore. Maka's pure terror at sensing Medusa's soul, seeing her...seeing what a real witch is. Like yeah kid the little kishin egg monsters and magical cats you've been playing with are nothing. Maka realizes the world of meisters and weapons she's in is quite a bit different than her experience so far. And can we talk about how Maka wasn't going to leave Soul's side??? Was just gonna take the hit and die right beside him, because he died for her??? MY HEART! Also Stein is hot yes I know I said it already it bears repeating and man that...seriousness...the way Stein looks at Medusa, the way the witch knows who they are which in itself shows a greater threat... That utter gravity that falls over that moment at the end there, after Stein blocks her attack and it's like....oh snap. Now what? Not to mention all the new tiny details we get about soul resonance and the possibilities and how a weapon can take on features of their meister in the special attacks! (Spirit takes on stitches here on the witch hunter blade, and in the last episodes he takes on Lord Death's skull face on the kishin hunter blade. That's so cool...) Okay I have to stop. I could go on. Like I said...favorite episode as things stand right now.

Episode 13: "The Man with the Magic Eye – Soul and Maka's Diverging Soul Wavelength?"

This one surprised me because initially I didn't care for it. I don't care for Free's design, shark!wolf just doesn't appeal to me. But over time this really grew on me. The writing is excellent and soooooo many major things happen. We get the first bit of touching on the morality issue, like, is DWMA really the correct moral power? Free says something about it and then it becomes a bigger theme going forward. We get the beginning of the black blood effects and the battle against/with it and the start of what all that means... The start of the "acceptance" theme even if it isn't named. We hear Soul's piano for the first time even though it isn't named as such until Brew. We get to see Soul and Maka both so confused but both so dedicated to each other, and the maturing starting to happen, that needs to still happen... It's a huge ep for their relationship. And also...Eruka. I love Eruka. All things Eruka. Any episode with Eruka is a delight. But yeah this episode is just SO deep and excellent, it needs more love. (Also in the candle room fight if you listen close we hear that Spirit has an outy belly button and I'm just alksjdahkjghsd how silly.)

Episode 14: "The Super Written Exam – Heart-Pounding, Reeling, and Restless. You're Kidding!?"

Ehhh heheheh...heheh... Pure absurdity. Pure comedic awesomeness. Everything about this episode. I love things where many characters are featured in more than a cameo and get real attention. We see more of all their homes, more of what they do and who they are when not in battle... Spirit being an absolute fool... That hilarious buildup timer to the end of the exam... Blair ruining what should have been something GOOD agh silly cat I'm still annoyed, lol. I'm not gonna say much here since I said so much about the last episode but man, yeah. Just pure comedy gold, I never ever tire of this episode. "Giraffe, giraffe~" Heheheh.

Episode 23: "Dead or Alive – In the Rift between Revival and Dazzlement?"

Okay like I said before... The entire underground battle, starting with the anniversary party, I consider one giant episode. I name all of those as favorites. I selected this one for here because it's where we get some of Stein's backstory I think? Flashback to he and Spirit as young teens, and we learn where Stein's mental state really is. We get to see more of his and Spirit's dynamic, how they work together both successfully and less successfully... Many headcanons borne of this battle in this episode. My gosh I just...can't put it into words in any brief way. I could write an epic length post breaking down nearly every line, look, gesture... And is this also the episode where the kishin emerges and my gosh if that isn't the creepiest most suspenseful moment I've ever seen. Also, we see more of Eruka! I adore her. And Free. But yeah whole episode... Fantastic.

Episode 25: "The Death Scythes Convene – Stop Dad's Staff Reassignment!?"

And this episode...also silly and ridiculous, but awesome because we get to see a little more of the "adult" side of the DWMA and how things operate. Comedically yes, cuz Soul Eater is a comedy, but still there's quite a bit of seriousness too. Stein's madness as a plot point... But my gosh... Marie, Azusa... Justin... The dynamic between all the adults. I would give ANYTHING for a prequel anime where we get to see all these complete idiots in the academy and how it all went down between them. And my gosh we've had plenty backstory teased already with Stein's experiments against Spirit, Sid and baby Black Star... Seeing the adults as kids would be the perfect "reboot" series for me. Plus that basketball ending, bringing it all full-circle in terms of...okay, here we are again, and here we go again... Onto the next phase of the show/of our lives. It's a fantastic turning-point episode and I never tire of it.

Episode 31: "Drying Happiness! Whose Tears Sparkle in the Moonlight?"

This one...so much happens here. We get delightful glimpses of normal life, we get the reminder that Soul plays piano which becomes important quite soon... We get the comedy of Spirit having to parrot Lord Death to Justin because they just won't make the kid take out his earbuds! We get a moment of Crona and Ragnarok actually getting along and having a normal conversation and ohhh myyyy gosshhhhhh I wish we'd had more of that in the show. I adore Ragnarok. But then...ugh. The saga of pain that begins. You get everyone reaching out, you get to see Crona happy... Marie after wandering around lost, saying if there's ever anything you need... Later inviting Crona to her home... Only to be betrayed. And the absolute skill and execution of the writing as they make us believe for a moment that Marie is okay in returning the pen...and then it's revealed that Crona put a snake in the coffee. Just. Oh man. Ugh the pain. Whyyyy Crona whyyy when you had the entire academy to back you up, everyone on your side, full protection from friends, from a death scythe who trusted you to invite to her home, from Lord Death who gave you a second chance... But you still betrayed them all. And then of course, that little snake then is the catalyst for SO much of what happens in the next episodes... Big deal. This ep is so huge. So many different feels...

Episode 40: "The Cards Are Cut – Medusa Surrenders to the DWMA?"

Spirit feature, Spirit feature! I like getting to see a little more of Spirit's responsibilities other than hovering at Lord Death's shoulder waiting 800 years bound to Death City what the heck his poor death scythes for battles that will never come. I know logically he has other jobs as the death scythe, but it's nice to see him doing some of it and more of his relationship with Lord Death (those two raised their children side by side I mean come on there's so much comedic opportunity here). Also the sheer TENSION in the episode from the fact it's Medusa, and Maka's reaction, and Stein's reaction, and then the deal at the end... It's like...okay this is a serious tone-shift and no clue now what is coming. It's a lot of weight all at once leaving me feel like I'm in a whirlwind and kicks off the final arcs of the show and...yeah. This is a good one.

Also hey guess what!

Turning this ask into a tag game! So...what are your top ten favorite episodes??

@midnightcaptions @memethebum @chickycherrycola @blackbloodteeth @mellancholy-morose @beeejayy (that's right Sunny start interacting with fandom LOL) @takeyourcyanide @cannibal-nightmares

AND...anybody else who wants to take this on! Have fun!

And BONUS... Any and all episodes with Excalibur are awesome and if you don't love him you are wrong. That's okay you're allowed to be, you do you. 😘

[saltwife]

it's happening!!

Grazer is in the finals of Fat Bear Week, for the first time ever! No matter what happens today, this is a great accomplishment... But let's see her take that W!! There has been an unprecedented swell of support for my favourite bear this year and I love it. I want to see that Grazer Wave sweep the finals!

Her opponent, 32 Chunk, is a blob of a bear, it's true. But like many boars, he showed up fat and only had to worry about feeding himself. And while Chunk's gut has grown massive, Grazer got fat all over. Her neck is gone, and even her iconic pompom ears have been mostly absorbed by blubber!

No bear is more deserving of the crown this year than Grazer. The salmon pickings have been slim and some of the things we've seen on cams have been grim to say the least. But Grazer kept on showing up, day after day, and then night after night, every night until they turned off the cams overnight, catching fish after fish after fish. Showing us what a real boss looks like. Keeping our spirits up with her 'weresheep' antics. Showing us that it can still be done!

One last note. In the 9 year history of Fat Bear, only two sows have ever been crowned - 435 Holly and 409 Beadnose. This year, THREE female bears were in the semis. Let's keep that momentum going and make it the year of the sow!

Today, October 10, is Fat Bear Tuesday. From noon until 9 pm EST, voting is open at fatbearweek.org. Let's crown a queen! GO TEAM GRAZER!!

[zombiewhor3]

WASTED

daryl dixon x fem reader

WARNINGS: usage of alcohol, smoking (cigarettes), mentions of characters being wasted, dirty talk, confessions, mentions of secret relationship, mentions of walkers, season 2-3 daryl!

AN: Really short & Not proofread

it was like heaven here at the prison for them, there was food and beds, hell after they cleared out the prison this was a safe space for them where walkers couldn't get any of them.

Where they were safe from the dangers lurking outside fences and barbed wire surrounding them to keep the place serene and calm.

on one of daryl and glenn's runs they found a nearby bar filled with easy liquor, hard liquor at that too. They had come back with bottles of vodka and whiskey to celebrate the night.

Hershel had been inside watching Carl and Lori while the others had sat around the campfire sharing a drink, Rick had labeled this their one time to finally relax and settle down.

They felt like this was a night that had called for being celebrated, to celebrate the ones who were still alive.

it's what they deserved after having to fight not just walkers but having to fight off humans against their resources they all had been running from the sorrow and anger of the world.

y/n took a huge swig from the bottle of vodka, she was already so wasted she could barely stand without wobbling over falling back into Daryl's lap.

The others weren't as gone as they were, well except for Glenn who surely as hell needed the liquor to soak into his brain so he could forget about his girlfriends agonizing screams when she lost her sister during the whole fight with the herd,

he took the bottle from y/n chugging the last bit and tossing it behind him. His head laid in Maggies lap while she stroked his hair gently.

"you two are awfully close together" carol giggled shaking her head when rick had offered her a drink, she crossed her legs looking at the campfire emitting an orangish light on all of their faces.

"we've been closer ain't that right suga" daryl asked y/n tugging his hands around her waist to pull her closer, the rest of them sitting at the campfire furrowed their brows

with a chuckle rick spoke "daryl you're wasted man i don't think you know what you're even saying" he watched daryl crack a small smirk before placing his hand on y/ns thigh.

"no he means it" y/n spoke with a bright smile on her face tossing her back so hard they almost fell of the log they were sitting on,

"easy doll don't want ya falling do we" daryl spoke not even paying attention to the others who were highly confused at his words.

y/n turned her head so she could kiss daryl softly, he let out a groan against her mouth before pulling away, everyone's eyes widened at the sight.

"we have a crowd easy there tiger" she spoke pulling Daryl's hand out from underneath her shirt, "ooh ooh remember when we had sex during watch on top of the RV!" daryl spoke with a chuckle

"and i had sex with maggie in a pharmacy store!" glenn spoke feeling maggie cover his mouth but he pulled her hand away, "and me and y/n did it in the woods top that!" daryl spoke pointing at glenn who had jumped up from his girlfriends lap.

"well me and maggie did it in the guard tower!" glenn spoke trying to take a sip from the whiskey bottle but maggie snatched it from him.

"there's no way you can top this though, just promise you won't tell rick okay! me and y/n did it in the back of the green car and at the farmhouse shower, and the camp, and on a cafeteria table!" he was blubbering on about all the places y/n had taken his cock.

they all let out a disgusted groan at his words, glenn knew he was defeated in the best and most riskiest places to fuck so he sat down back in his girlfriend's lap with a huff.

"so fucking good" she faked a moan at him while fiddling with his hair twisting the fray fragments in her fingers.

"i think you've all had enough to drink lets get yall inside" maggie said standing up awkwardly she was glad her father wasn't out here to hear any of what glenn was rambling on about.

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the group had sat around the table's outside sharing some of the food rick had scraped up for them, "what happened last night" y/n spoke scooting away from Daryl so it wasn't as obvious that the two were dating.

Carol looked over at Rick with a smile before the two of them bursted out into a loud fit of laughter at the table, Carl looked at the two confused but took a bite of his scrambled eggs adjusting his hat.

Carol gestured for y/n to come closer, to which she did feeling carol whisper in her of last nights events. Y/n froze her fork dropped along with her jaw while she looked over at her now not so secret boyfriend.

She nudged him before whispering what carol had told her into his ear now, his eyes widened and along with y/n he froze but instead he grew a smirk on his face, "sorry about yer car rick" he spoke taking a bite from his plate with a wolfish smirk.

"yeah sorry about the car" y/n spoke smirking back at daryl.