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leaentries · 8 months

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karma | quinn hughes

summary: sleeping with your best friend's boyfriend proves to bring major heartache, even if you broke things off. he was the man you weren't supposed to love, but karma has a funny way of working.

warnings: angsty themes, cheating, swearing, manipulation, gold-digging

wc: 2.4k+

a/n: surprise! here is my first quinn fic on a random thursday at 2:30am! I honestly didn't know where I was going with this when I started writing, but then I got carried away...

Karma. Was it real? Many people could beg to differ, however, in this moment… you felt the repercussions.

The sound of your cries echoed throughout the empty bathroom. Thunderous cheers muffled their way through the cement walls. The cool tiles pressed into your exposed legs as you sat on the ground. Sobs wracked through your worn body.

You asked for this, didn’t you?

The words you said to him rang in your ears. Those cruel and unregarding words. Yet, he needed to hear them.

❥.

“I want my life back, Quinn. My life before you.”

Your throat ached, your cheeks bright red with tears violently pouring down. Not that Quinn looked much better. This was the worst fight the two of you have ever had. All of the screaming, crying, cursing, it felt like it would never end. Although this was a long time coming, it still didn’t stop the bone-crushing pain that seeped its way into your heart. You knew you were gonna hurt him, but you also knew you had to. He was becoming too attached.

You both agreed when you started this fling it was only temporary. C’mon, how could a true relationship form when he was dating your best friend? He promised he wouldn’t fall for you, regardless of how shitty Bethany treated him. That was your reasoning, the only thing you could use to push away the heaving guilt of sleeping with your best friend’s boyfriend.

Still, karma always came around full circle.

And here it was, in the form of Quinn getting down on one knee in front of an arena full of people. The diamond glimmered in the bright lights, the flashes of cameras making it that much prettier. The look on his face was nothing short of love, but not for the girl in front of him, no, rather for the girl standing beside her. Bethany’s eyes filled with tears at the sudden proposal. Nodding her head “Yes” rapidly.

You felt suffocated, needing nothing more than to leave. You turned, making your way through the dense crowd, finding the nearest private staff bathroom.

❥.

This is where you remained until you were able to properly breathe again. In this moment, in this stupid bathroom, you found yourself praying the harsh words you told Quinn that night would become a reality. Alas, maybe sometimes karma isn’t always out to get you.

A knock sounded from the other side of the steel door. Standing, you used the wall to maintain your balance. You walked over, to unlock the door, forgetting to check your disheveled form in the mirror.

There was a sliver of hope that remained in your heart at the possibility of Quinn choosing you. You knew it was selfish, especially after you practically ripped his heart out when he told you he loved you. You gripped the handle, sucking in a quick breath. You opened the door slowly, only to be met with Bethany’s gleaming eyes. You looked down, shamefully filled with disappointment.

Bethany slightly shoved you out of the way, barging into the single room. You paused a moment, taking a beat to compose yourself before facing your best friend.

Turning around, you saw Bethany fixing her chestnut hair in the warped mirror. She looked so happy. And you felt so guilty.

Now even though Bethany wasn’t the most selfless person, or even the most caring, regardless you still felt the weight of what you and Quinn had hanging from your shoulders. She has been in your life since you moved to Vancouver 3 years ago. She was your very first friend and a betrayal like that was not easily forgiven.

“Y/n, I cannot believe he proposed! I mean, I honestly thought he was gonna break up with me, you know? Remember how I was telling you how he started getting super distant and his responses were super short? I guess it was just his nerves. God! I’m so excited to plan the wedding!” Bethany blabbered on and on about her new wedding plans and how great being married to Quinn was gonna be.

You tried to fake a smile, but the tears in your eyes were hard to ignore. Hell, even Bethany noticed.

“Are you okay? You have mascara running down your face.” She approached you, getting a closer look at your blotched face.

Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. You were positive she was gonna see the guilt and sadness etched deep in your eyes.

“Awww, y/n/n! You’re crying out of happiness!” She brought you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around her loosely, troubled at her statement. Here, you were, clearly upset, and she couldn’t get over herself long enough to notice. That may be selfish and inconsiderate, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

Bethany quickly started up again, rambling on more. You stood, leaning against the wall barely paying attention to a single word that fell from her lips. That was until you heard her say, “I mean, shit, this relationship wasn’t even supposed to go this far.”

Your head snapped up, looking at Bethany through the mirror. “What do you mean, “wasn’t supposed to go this far?”

She turned towards you, “Back when we first started hanging out, you know, around the same time you moved here. Basically, Jacie had made a bet that I couldn’t bag a professional athlete. I told her to bite me and watch.” Anger flooded your veins, Quinn was just a bet to her?

The man who kissed every inch of your body and ran his hands over each divot in your skin. The man who practically begged you to love him back. The man who you let get away, just to spare the feelings of your so-called “best friend.”

“Originally it was just supposed to be a hit-and-run type of deal, but the poor dude latched on to me, and what can I say? I loved the attention. Now I’ll look even better with the Hughes’ name.” She finished with a satisfied smile.

Fury coursed through your entire body, you saw red. “You’re fucking using him?”

Bethany looked shocked at your tone. “I-I mean not, technically.”

“No. None of this technical bullshit, Bethany. Are you in love with him?”

The conflict was reflected in her features, “Love is a strong word, but I definitely care for him.”

You were in utter disbelief. To think you gave up the only man who you’ve ever truly loved to help the stranger standing in front of you. Your teeth ground together in anger. “Then why the fuck are you marrying him?”

Now it was her turn to get angry, “Because he asked me, y/n. Why the hell do you even care? It’s not like you are the one getting engaged to him.”

Even though she had no idea what went on between you and Quinn, her statement still felt like a deliberate punch to the gut. Yet, she was right. You weren’t the one he proposed to, you weren’t the one he chose. Except, you were.

❥.

“Please, y/n. Don’t lie to me. I know you love me too. You say the words and I’ll leave her. Just please, say something.” Quinn begged you. His chest heaving with panic and worry. He was scared to lose you.

You knew you couldn’t bear to hurt Quinn, but Bethany was your best friend and you couldn’t hurt her either. That is the only reason the following words left your mouth, the words that made Quinn drop everything and leave you that instant, never looking back.

“I’ve never loved you. I'm just sorry I let it go on for so long, I could have saved you some grief.”

❥.

You hurt Quinn for her, and for that, she could never be forgiven. “Why do I care? Oh, I don’t know, probably because you’re about to marry someone you don’t even love, Bethany. I mean do you even have a fucking brain? Why the actual fuck would you ever hurt someone like that? What are you gonna do if Quinn finds out that you’re using him? I bet you don’t even care. God, you are such a selfish bitch. I can’t believe I hurt Quinn for you.”

Bethany stood in silence for a moment, taking in everything you said to her. To your surprise, she didn’t yell back. Her voice remained stoic, “I figured. You just proved my theory. You know, it’s really rich. You standing there calling me a selfish bitch when you were the one sleeping with my boyfriend.”

You immediately attempted to deny, not for your own sake, but Quinn’s. However, Bethany cut you off, “Shut your fucking mouth. I had suspicions you two were hooking up. I mean, c’mon no one becomes that close that quickly. And the way Quinn looked at you? I’m surprised he didn’t fuck you in the middle of the room to claim your ass. He never looked at me like that. So yeah, I said yes to his proposal because for once he chose me, not you, me.”

She walked closer to you, her face remained still, voice stern, “But don’t worry, I’ll take care of him when he’s in my bed instead.” She flashed her ring at you, “Except, this isn’t temporary. It’s forever” She whispered the last part.

Bethany took one last glimpse in the mirror before grabbing her bag and leaving the bathroom without sparing you another look.

You slowly sink back down to the floor, a new round of sobs shaking your body. The feeling of finally losing Quinn was too much for your knees to hold up. You clawed at your chest, the undeniable pain making it hard to breathe.

❥.

You eventually gathered yourself up and left the bathroom. Planning on making a b-line to the back door and straight to your car, you didn’t bother to fix the redness of your skin or the blatant mascara still running down your cheeks.

Walking at a brisk pace, you weren’t completely paying attention to where you were going. You didn't think to look up until you were met with a solid body almost knocking you over with the collision.

There they were, those gorgeous eyes that brought you so much joy, yet so much heartache. The eyes that belong to the man you weren’t supposed to love. Quinn picked up on your distressed state instantly. He had always been able to read your cues.

“What’s wrong, y/n?’ His voice was distant like he was trying not to get swept into you. Quinn knew the second he reopened that wound, there was no shutting it. That’s one of the reasons he decided to propose to Bethany. It was a feeble attempt to keep you out; To pretend you never existed.

This proved to be harder than he thought. Everywhere Quinn went he saw you, saw things that reminded him of you. He knew it was wrong to be so consumed by you, but he couldn’t help it.

Quinn snapped back into focus when you shook your head, trying to get out of his hands that rested on your arms. “I’m fine, Quinn.” You hesitated to say his name, which didn’t go unnoticed by him. He removed his hands with a slight wince, clearly still sore over your rejection.

Yet, something came over him. He wanted the truth. If he was marrying Bethany, the least he deserves is some truth from you. Quinn grabbed your arm once more, leading you into a side room, quickly shutting and locking the door.

“What the hell?” You exclaimed, not happy with the current situation. “Let me out, Quinn.”

He crossed his arms, blocking the door with his toned body. “Give me the truth, Y/n. Why are you crying?” Quinn would be lying if he said he wasn’t hoping the reason was because of his engagement. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, Quinn still loved you.

“It’s nothing, really,” Trying to come up with an excuse, you became desperate, “I am just super overwhelmed at work and it’s just taking a toll, I guess.” You were confident in your answer, it was simple enough and believable. There was no way he wouldn’t believe it.

“You’re lying. You are on vacation right now. Y/n, I’m being serious. Tell. me. The. truth. I am so sick of all the lies and deceit. Give me something, please.” His begging only made your feelings worse. He didn’t know how badly you wanted to tell him you loved him. It would be so easy.

Maybe that’s why you decided to throw out all logic and be selfish. You deserved to be selfish. “Fine, Quinn. You want the truth? I’m in love with you. I always have been. I lied to you that night, all those awful, fucked up things I said. They were all lies.” Saying it out loud brought a euphoric sense of relief.

Quinn was rendered speechless. He was filled with anger, confusion, but most of all: love. The girl he loved most finally loved him back. He searched your face for any signs of uncertainty. Finding none, he stepped towards you.

“Say that again.” He demanded.

You looked at him confused. “Wha-” He cut you off.

“Tell me you love me. Please, for the love of god, tell me you love me.”

Mustering up more courage, you spoke more defined this time, “I am in love with you, Quinn Hughes. And there is nothing that could ever change that.”

Quinn cupped your face, pulling your lips to meet his in a blaze. The anger, fear, and love were all present as you gripped onto his bicep. The kiss got heated quickly, Quinn backing you against the opposite wall. Your mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongue, desperate to feel each other again. When you eventually pulled away, you both took a moment, basking in the feeling of holding the other. The restless nights of longing were finally over. All the sneaking around and guilt was pushed aside.

Quinn was the first to break the silence, “I’m gonna go end things with Bethany.” You met his eyes. He brought his hands back up, wiping away some of the stray makeup. “Even with runny mascara and messy hair, you’re beautiful.”

For the first time that day, you truly smiled. The pain in your chest was gone, replaced with an undeniable warmth. As Quinn placed one last kiss on your lips and left to go end his engagement, you realized something.

Karma really does have a way of coming back full circle.

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year

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WAITING FOR A BUS

I'm a traveling man straight from a can,

I'm a thousand miles away from my number one fan.

Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)

Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.

It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.

chapter one | chapter two

The school was filled with eccentric figures, even the students were unique in their own way. All of them had smiles on their faces, you didn't even notice that it was already time to go home. The principal strictly instructed you to not let any students go outside of the classroom without their parents. That also meant that you weren't allowed to leave until all the students have left.

It was just you and Viserys staring at each other. 'Doesn't this kid have a phone to play with?' you sigh while filing through your folders in search of his parent's phone number. "Vis," you call out to him from the other side of the room. His ears perk up slightly, following the source of sound. "Yes, ma'am?" he asked in a polite tone.

"Do you have your parent's number?" you inquired not seeing him on the records. He shakes his head, not having the slightest clue. "You can go home, my mom has to file a few paperworks." he dismissed, staring at the window — watching the leaves fall unto the ground. "What about your dad? Can he not pick you up?" you ask, already feeling tired of staying at school.

Viserys was right, you could leave with minimal repercussions — but you didn't feel like leaving him. There was something inside the boy that felt familiar. His purple eyes seemed close to the ones from your dream, but they weren't identical. "My mom works here," he replies while slumping on the window seat.

"Yeah? What's her name?" you question, prepared to bolt out of the room in search of his mother. "Rhae." he replies and you breathe a sigh of relief. His mom was the kind girl from a few moments past. "I'll call her, don't leave." you order while walking out of the room.

Rhaenyra was sitting on her desk. The ac was in the max volume, and a big fan was pointed in her direction. She seemed to be hyperfocused on a single-thing. You knock on the door.

Three knocks to be exact.

"Hey, Rhae." you whisper, slowly breaking her free from her thoughts. She smiles at you, showing a toothy grin. The woman had the charisma of a politician, you wondered if teaching was for her.

"Yes?" she asks.

You feel guilty for a moment. It was the first day of school and she probably forgot to pick up her son by accident. "Viserys has been waiting in my room for a while, I was wondering if someone was supposed to take him home?" you report, and just like you anticipated her face drops into the floor. Shame floods her features.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry (Your Name). His dad was supposed to pick him up, but he probably forgot." she apologized quickly, taking the bag from her desk and marching in your direction. She looked like she was prepared to leave.

"It's alright — I won't be home in a while either. I could drop him home if you're busy." you offered feeling a sense of loyalty towards the woman.

She shakes her head. "His dad and I are divorced, we live in separate homes." she chuckles. Rhaenyra remembered Laenor from her past life — he never had time for her, and their marriage wasn't ideal. If she regained her memory before they married each other, then she wouldn't have gone through with the decision. She figures that their marriage was the reason her memory was revived.

"You should go home, I'll take care of him ." she touches your hand, showing an apologetic smile. You couldn't blame her at all, being a teacher was hard — and having children was harder. "Alright, thank you." you mumble while walking away.

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It was 7:00 when you left the school building. Aemond was there patiently waiting for you. He didn't seem to be annoyed, matter of fact there was happiness in his features. "Did I keep you waiting?" you ask while opening the front door. "No, you're fine." he replies while putting his phone down.

Before you could sit down, a soft arm finds its place in your shoulder. "Rhae," you smile and she smiles in return. "I'm really sorry about keeping you with my son, his dad totally forgot — and now I feel bad." she chuckles nervously while staring at the man inside the car.

Her eyes narrowed — Aemond Targaryen, her brother. Rhaenyra's fists clenched, but they softened once you meet her eyes again. "Don't feel bad, please. I'm sure that you didn't mean for that to happen." you try to make her feel better.

She lowers her head, staring at the front-wheel driver. "Aemond," she greets with fake nicety. In her past life, that man murdered half her family — she didn't want to hold it against him, but he isn't a saint in this life either. "Rhaenyra," he replied in an equally bitter tone.

He couldn't stand his family. He couldn't stand his father's golden child. "You didn't tell me that you were moving here," the woman's lips turned into a thin line, and you stare at them back and forth. Did they know each other?

Aemond sensed your discomfort. He saw the way your lips turned into a pout, eyebrows merging into each other. "She's my sister," he introduced and your eyes widened. 'Asshole, how could he not tell me?' you thought while mentally cringing. This wasn't the proper way to meet your sister-in-law.

"Rhaenyra — she's my girlfriend," he introduced in return. Rhaenyra's fists clenched again. The audacity. You offer your hand for the older woman to shake, and she shakes it reluctantly. Something was amiss. Rhaenyra's mind was thinking of different schemes that spanned past this lifetime. "How did you manage to land her?" she jokes in a backhanded manner. You chuckle nervously, "Well he's a handsome boy." you compliment, sharing a small smile with him.

"Anyways, let's not make it about him. I wanted to invite you to dinner tomorrow, I'll bring my car and I'll drive you home too." she offered and you nodded your head gracefully. There was no way that you'd be denying an offer by your sister-in-law. "I'd be happy to," you smiled and she pressed a kiss to your cheek.

"You can bring him," she whispers while walking away, not bothering to say goodbye. Aemond rolls his eye, patting the empty seat beside him. "Get in babe." he groans and you obey him.

You were aware of the big wall between Aemond and his father's family, but you weren't aware that it wasn't just a big wall — it was a great wall. He told you that he had one sister, Helaena, but it turns out that he was lying. "You want to talk about that?" you question while shutting the car door shut.

He ignores your comment and begins driving away.

He was always like this, it was best not to test his anger. You're scared of Aemond when he is angry — he doesn't hurt you, but he sulks in his silence. He's indescribable when angry, but amazing when he's not. You're lucky to have that, right?

He continues driving his car without any shared dialogue. He was ignoring you again, but it wasn't your fault. You didn't know that his sister would be your co-worker. Matter of fact, it was his fault for failing to give you a heads-up. You turn your head to look at him, but his face remains rigid and in deep thought.

You wanted to say something, but he'd just ignore you. The radio turns on and a slow mellow tone begins to sing. It was perfect for the scenario at hand. Aemond was a perfect boyfriend. He was a 'green' flag, but you couldn't understand why his anger never translated into words or actions. He just stayed quiet, then he'd go back into the world as if nothing ever happened.

He had a push and pull effect to him. He'd give you everything in one day, and take it away in another. "Why did you have to talk to her?" he asks. You are taken aback, this was the first time he vocalized his frustrations. "I didn't know, I'm sorry." you apologized, sensing that being the better person in the scenario would do best to quell his anger. "You know how my family is," he mucked.

"Rhaenyra knows that we're together — everyone is going to know it for sure," he made it seem like it was your mistake. You roll your eyes at him. How were you supposed to know?

"That isn't a bad thing, our relationship isn't a secret anyways." you argued, feeling heat enter your mind. You were prepared for a fight. You were ready to demand for him to stop the car, but his face softens in a split-second. "I'm sorry, you would've never known." he apologized, his posture softens too.

"It's my fault," he turns to look at you with a small smile. That was the worst thing he could say, because now — you couldn't understand him at all.

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"I feel like I might just die." Daemon lamented while resting his head on Rhaenyra's car-seat. When he got a call in the morning from his niece about your return, he was ecstatic. He was happy that his life finally found its meaning again. "Okay Mr. Drama Queen," the woman rolls her eyes while watching the empty spot in the parking lot that once held her brother's car.

"Of all the people in this green earth, she had to be with that traitor." he gritted his teeth. He opens his flash, and drinks all of its contents. It was alcohol — the strong kind. He couldn't remember what it was called, but it hit him all in the right corners. "He fucking killed her, I saw it." he takes a shuddering breath.

Daemon Targaryen didn't die in the Battle Above Gods Eye. He died inside of Harrenhal, searching for you. His first memory was your death. It was Aemond's silver dagger pressed upon your neck, until that bitch Alys stabbed him in the back with his own sword. How could that man kill you and seduce you in another flash?

"He doesn't remember his past life, Daemon." his niece tried to keep him calm. "That motherfucker remembers, his green witch made sure." he fumed. What game was that cunt playing?

He would've given up living during the war — he would've left all, but he saw you. He saw you in the middle of an army tent, nursing his daughter to health — and he fell hard. He could've been coughing out blood and breaking all of his bones, but he still would've fought through the pain because of you.

The thought of you in the arms of that one-eyed charlatan made his blood boil.

"Earth to Daemon?" Rhaenyra waves her hand in front of him. "Hey," she places a hand on his shoulder. "We'll get her back," she promised. He mumbles a few more curses before turning to look at the window. "Why aren't we going anywhere?" he asked pointing at the steering wheel. "I still have to wait for my kids," she replied and he sighs.

He owns the fucking school, but his niece won't drive off anywhere without her children. "Fuck," he cursed while leaning on the seat. "You can start complaining once you get your driver's license back," she replied cockily while staring at herself through the mirror.

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tags: @immyowndefender @marvelescvpe

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empresskadia · 3 months

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Not Everyone Survives [Blue Team| Red Team| Naomi-010]

Prompt: You didn't survive This is my treat for you all, I said, we're gonna be sad together~ I got some Red Team content for you @jackpot-library

Maybe after Cortana, it should've been easier but that was a delusional hope, John doesn't stop, John cannot stop. It's mission after mission for him, with or without Blue team. He gives himself no time to collect himself, John doesn't want to think because if he does, he'd have to accept you're gone. And if he doesn't stop, maybe somewhere, something will stop him and he might get to see his beloved partner again. There isn't a day where he doesn't hold your dog tags and run his thumb across your name or service number and he's so gently with them like it's the last piece of you he has.

For all the battles Kelly's been through, she thought she could handle this death well, especially after losing Sam and the other Spartans, but this was so different. Whenever someone says your name, she'll shuts down, and leave the room without another glance. It doesn't matter if there is an outranking officer on deck, Fred and Linda do their best to cover for her. Kelly's never fully able to let go and always makes it a point to visit your grave often, maybe if she was fast enough this would have never happened.

In his mind, it's his fault, and Fred continuously blames himself, he apologizes again and again while cradling your body until Kelly places a hand on his shoulder. Even then, Fred still feels like you're there with him. Sometimes he'll say something to you and when there's no response, he looks around for a moment before realization sinks in and he apologizes to you again, if only he would've been fast, more prepared and it's a constant cycle that claws at whatever humanity he has left.

It took hours for Linda to move as she sat with your body for a very long, letting the cloth wrap you up, that maybe, you were just asleep under the sheet. For once in her life, she doesn't have the courage, she had held you while you died and it took all her strength. Linda was quiet before but now she only spoke when necessary, and even then, using hand signals more often than not. She always keeps a reminder of you with her, not that she could ever forget, she never would do you the dishonor. It's just a way to keep your memory alive and every shot she makes from then on out is for her partner.

There is a single threat that snapped in Jerome's mind when he witnessed the life drain out of his partner. He held you till the end while you bled out, unable to stop the inevitable no matter how hard he tried, it wasn't enough, he wasn't enough to stop this. And the only answer that's clear in his head is revenge. He will not rest until everyone involved is dealt with and suffers the same fate as his beloved. His partner was the most precious thing to him, and now you were gone, so why shouldn't there be repercussions? Why shouldn't someone pay?

It's hard for Douglas to go on without you, every time he sees someone that even remotely resembles his partner or an object that remembers him of you, his heart stops for a second. He'll visit your grave often with flowers he personally collected and sits there for a long time before telling you about recent missions. He doesn't want his partner to feel lonely, so if no one needs him, that's where the other Spartans can find him. Douglas often tells himself he can handle this, that he has to for your sake because you would be so upset with him if he didn't.

To everyone's surprise, Alice refuses to accept it for the longest time, she saves a seat for you everywhere, even making comments about how she'll tell you about this mission later. No one dares correct her, she wouldn't forgive them. Any weapons her partner may have owned are cared for because she wants them to be perfect for your next use and no one else is allowed to use it. She can't process her grief, this wasn't a challenge, and this wasn't something she could fix, sooner than later her grief turns into anger and Alice can only take it out on the field, littering the ground with her enemies.

Missing her partner hurts like hell; Naomi finally understands the phrase 'a broken heart', it's a wound that will never heal, it's a hole in her chest that will never be content again. And she can only circle back to her thoughts of how lonely you must've felt, that she hadn't been there to die with you or even hold you against her while the light faded from your eyes. Naomi had always been surrounded by death but never believed it could take her partner till she saw your body and could never bring herself to quite look at the stars the same way again. Her star in the sky was no longer there. There is no amount of cheering up that BB or Mal or Vaz can do to bring her back, but she tries to find her partner in the little things, in the breeze kissing her face, in the water dancing against her skin but Naomi misses you and wants her partner back.

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blu3haw4 · 7 months

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So, i made up my mind to share something new, it's not very halloweeny, but i wrote it from a prompt list a while ago and Tumblr deleted it 😫 (along my own millón reblogs😒) so I'll just fit it into "the other side theme" to try and get some interactions 😌

Let's take it as 'the other side of the doors/cameras' as in, how different life is for celebrities behind closed doors and right in front of cameras.

So, from A ship and a number

Some anon, said Clexa 13 ...discreetly

Here you go, clexa fam! 💖

Also, this is part of my famous AU universe

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As per rutine for the past several month, the group of musicians signed with Arkadia Music's made their way into the hall of the hotel as they each finished their own interviews, every room on this floor was reserved for their pre-concert activities, and soon they would be leaving to the venue.

"That was fun" Octavia smirked as the got closer and in position for their team to lead them to the next room where they were holding a press conference.

"You didn't need to be that rude, y'know?" Her band mate said with a meaningless eye roll.

"Oh please, Clarke" Octavia groaned as she turned back to her best friend "he wasn't even a good guy, he wanted dirt yet was too stupid to find a way to create it, I did us both a favor"

"I wish you could've played rude in my interview" the green-eyed singer sighed from behind the duo as their team instructed them to start moving. Clarke turned to pout sympathicaly at her girlfriend, but resisted the urge to reach out to grab her hand, knowing there were people with cameras, looking for gossip behind every door.

"Ugh yeah, what's the point of doing this together if Woods and i have to do half of it alone" Murphy said walking beside Lexa "besides the interviewer was all flirt and no bussiness, i swear there was not a single question about music... no, yeah there was one "was Bruised Knee about sex?"" Murphy rolled his eyes.

"If you have to ask..." Octavia called immediately

"It's definitely not" the group responded in unison.

"If you haven't question it..."

"It probably is!" The chanted their little mantra with laugher as they stopped before a door.

"I mean, i don't see it so unfair, though... you chose a solo career" Octavia mentioned staring an argument with Murphy that had everybody joining in. Eventually, as their tour manager's assistant told them to go in, it was Murphy and Octavia bickering at each other while the group finished their talk over it.

Before the door started to open, while Monty was finishing a question for Clarke, Lexa spoke lowly "can i get a kiss?"

The door moved open and Clarke turned to pout at Lexa, after catching her question too late for been answering Monty's question "im sorry" she whispered as they all moved into the room.

"It's okay" Lexa mouthed once Clarke turned to look at her again, she only pouted harder before turning to face the press with a smile on her face.

They greet everyone as they all took their seats and the questions started. As the conference went on, the couple leaned to look at each other from across the table often, trying to make it as subtle as posible and most likely failing miserably. Clarke kept pouting and wishing she could've heard her girlfriend earlier and complaid in kind. After all, it wasn't all that often that the famous pop start, too damage from previous homofobic management, scared of the repercussions her previous contracts might still had over her public image, and straight to the public eye, asked, fearlessly and worryless, for any display of affection in public -or at work, for that matter-

Half through the conference, as Jasper was answering a question -or something completely off topic to the question asked at him- Clarke leaned her chin on her right hand, absently looking down at her wrist where four of her tattoos laid. Unwillingly to her, one of her eyebrows lifted slightly as she felt a light-bulb light-up over her head. She held a smirk as she turn slightly to look at Lexa, as expected, her girlfriend was already looking at her, so while maintaining eye contact, Clarke leaned down and softly kissed the head of her minimalist racoon tattoo that matched Lexa lion.

Lexa resists the need to roll her eyes and equally intense need to smile at her girlfriend, she licks her lips as she looks away and around the room, with a smirk of her own she looks down at her own wrist and up at Clarke, lifting her arm she scratches behind her ear before leaning on her hand with her elbow on the table, looking around one more time she leans to kiss the lion on her wrist while looking at Clarke. The couple smile at each other before looking away and inevitably staring to blush like teenagers. They both lower their hand and after a second of consideration, move them under the table as they lay back on their chairs. This very moment, would be considered by their fan as one of the biggest "mirroring" proofs of their time. -and they would be proud of it-

Couples mirroring, def: “To put it simply, mirroring is matching someone’s behavior, whether it’s their voice, their words, or their non-verbal cues (think gestures, movement, and body posture),”

#clexa #clextober 23 #the other side #clextober2023 #clexa fic #clexa fanfic #clexa fandom #clexakru #clarke x lexa #famous au #tumblr if you delete this again i swear 😤

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i could never let you go

three: lay all your love on me mamma mia! au

chapter summary: After meeting Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan, Lena seeks help from her fiancé.

chapter warnings: language probably, absent father things, use of y/n probably, making out

word count: 2.1k

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After getting Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan situated in a room, Lena had gone to the beach to tell Leo what she’d done before his bachelorette party.

She knew how selfish that logic sounded. She wanted to tell her fiancé about what she’d done before he went to his own bachelorette party because of her own screw-up. She didn’t know what to do about her three potential fathers, especially now that they’d told her that you knew of their arrival on the island. She was horrified about what you were going to say to her about the three men whenever she saw you next, especially if she figured out that you were the reason why her potential fathers were here. Lena had always wanted to meet her father, but now that she was facing the repercussions of trying to find him, she couldn’t do it on her own. Because of that, she knew she had to find her fiancé before he left for his bachelor party.

Leo had been her rock for a long, long time. Whenever anything bad had happened, Leo had been the first one to fix it. Over the past couple of years, he had even been able to help you out some around your property, alleviating your stress about the villa. It had been the first time that Lena had ever seen you destress, or at least stop stressing as much as you did before whenever you didn’t have any help.

That was one of the reasons why Lena loved him so much. Since she had met him, he had done everything in his power since she’d met him to make things better for you and her. In a way, you and Lena had become his family much before there was ever talk of a wedding, and Leo hadn’t ever denied such a claim. He had done so much in the three years that she’d known him and that was something she couldn’t look over.

That also meant, however, that Leo was extremely protective over Lena and her well-being.

Lena knew that Leo was going to be upset with her no matter what she said, and that was something she’d accepted about a month ago. She’d talked about the desire to find her father with him multiple times in the last three years, but every single time, Leo had tried to talk her out of it. Very similarly to you, Leo simply wanted the best for Lena, and she knew that. Leo, however, had a father, and that was a man that he had no desire to ever see again. Lena hadn’t ever been given the opportunity to make that decision about her father.

She knew deep down, though, that no matter how she explained the situation to Leo that he wouldn’t like it. Deep down, she knew that was the reason why she hadn’t talked to him about it yet. Lena had been pushing it off as long as possible because she didn’t want him to talk her out of inviting them, that or risk the possibility of him getting upset with her because she’d done such a thing.

Instead, she now ran the risk of not knowing what his response would be only a day before the wedding, risking everything that she’d worked for in the last three years with him.

“Wait, don’t go!” Lena said, trying to stop him as she ran down to him on the beach.

“What? And miss out on my last night of freedom?” Leo asked.

“I don’t mean ‘don’t go’ completely, I mean…” Lena then realized what her fiancé said. “Is that how you really see it?”

“Uh… See it?” he asked, seeming confused. “I see it as the last night… before the biggest adventure of my life.”

“Nice save.”

“Oh, come here,” Leo said, pulling her into his embrace.

For the first time since she’d met her fathers, Lena felt her body and mind physically relax again. It was almost like the stress of everything going on went away for just a moment, just long enough where she could catch her breath. For just a moment, she just wanted to run away with him, leave all of the white wedding nonsense behind and just run away and elope like he’d always wanted to do. Lena knew, however, that she would never forgive herself if she did such a thing. She had to go through with this wedding, especially after all the time, money, and planning that had gone into it.

“You okay? You seem off.”

Even though she knew she had to come clean, Lena didn’t know exactly how to tell him what she’d done. It made her stomach just thinking about how he was going to respond to her. She regretted not telling him about it first, or at least warning him about her plan. Not only did she have to worry about you finding out about how the three men on the island got there in the first place, but she had to worry about what Leo thought, too. If she told him now, at least he might be willing to help her out of this mess.

“You know how I’ve always said I wanted to find my dad?”

He sighed. “We’ve been through this a thousand times, Lena. You don’t need your dad. I’m right here, okay?”

“Yeah.”

While she hadn’t thought too thoroughly about what he would say whenever he found out what she’d done, she knew that it wasn’t going to be the answer she wanted to hear. If anything, his words would be the exact opposite of that. He had always told her about how having a father wasn’t all it was cracked up to be, especially with having a mom like you. That was something that he hadn’t had in his youth growing up in Chicago. Neither of his parents cared about him in the slightest, and that was something that he’d known almost his entire life. He hadn’t even spoken to them since he’d left for Pinestead Island about three years ago now. Leo hadn’t even bothered inviting any of his family to the wedding, all because he didn’t care about any of them anymore. They weren’t his family, and they hadn’t been for a long time. The only people that he cared about were Lena and you.

Lena figured that was why he didn’t think she needed to find out who her father was. Sometimes learning who your parents were was much more damaging than exciting. What if her father hadn’t ever come around because he wanted nothing to do with you and Lena? What if he was actually a deadbeat that you hadn’t ever told her about because it was better for her to not know rather than to break her heart? The possibilities were endless, and most of the scenarios ended with Lena’s heartbroken and a shithead for a dad.

With that in mind, Leo thought there was no room for a father in Lena’s life after twenty years of not having one. That was why she had no idea how to tell him what she’d done.

In all fairness, it did turn out that Lena’s potential fathers weren’t actually that bad. The worst thing that any of them had done, of course, was when Steve used you as a mistress that summer. While Lena thought that was terrible, it wasn’t like he actively chose to forget about you and his daughter. That was actually the case for all three potential fathers that Lena had: none of them had had the opportunity to know that she existed.

That mindset was the only reason Lena hadn’t given up on trying to tell Leo yet and she managed to stay hopeful that he would actually help her.

“Leo?”

“Yeah?”

“Whatever happens, you’ll never leave me, will you?” she asked.

“Are you crazy?” Leo asked, pulling away to look at her. “You’ve turned my world upside down.”

Lena smiled. “Really? Upside down?”

“Yeah. Why do you think I’m going through this whole wedding thing for you?”

That was something she knew that he wasn’t too fond of, either. Whenever they’d gotten engaged, Leo hadn’t wanted the traditional white wedding that she had wanted to have. He hadn’t ever made it a secret, especially whenever talking to you, his future mother-in-law about it, and she knew that, but that was all Lena wanted. Not only would it let her prove her love to him, but she thought it would give her an opportunity to find her father.

“I just thought that was because you loved me.”

“That I do, Darlene,” Leo said, emphasizing the name as he took her into his embrace once again.

“Oh, so you’re government naming me, now?”

“I think it’s deserved.”

Before Lena could reply, he pulled her into a kiss, making her relax a bit. Kissing Leo always made her head fuzzy, even after all these years. That was why she couldn’t help but forget to tell him about her three potential fathers and instead let him lay her down on the sand deepening the kiss as he kept his weight off of her.

God, she loved him. She was so intoxicated with him that she didn’t mind the sand that was going to be all in her hair now, meaning she’d have to wash it again before her bachelorette party tonight. She didn’t mind that it was still light outside because the sun hadn’t set yet, that quite literally anyone could have seen them if they came down to the beach. She didn’t mind that he was currently pulling down her shorts, almost like he was ready to take her on that beach right then and there.

It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Before Leo could do anything substantial, he could hear Eric and Pepper in the distance, making him quickly pull Lena’s shorts back up and rebutton them, then pull her out of the sand. By the time the two groomsmen reached the two of them, it was almost like nothing had happened between Leo and Lena. Almost.

Instead of acknowledging whatever their best friend had been doing, Eric and Pepper instead started to try putting him into his wetsuit. Of course, Leo immediately started to try and fight them off, laughing as he did so.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Sorry, dude, but it’s an island tradition. You see, the night before the wedding, the groom dives down to the old shipwreck just off the shore and tries to find something of value for the wedding,” Eric said.

“Then, a charmed union for he who discovers something fancy enough for the bride,” Pepper added. “I think Lena won’t be too difficult to please.”

“Hope not,” Leo said. “If it’s a tradition, then there’s probably not much on that ship left. I’d have to bring back bones or something.”

“Yeah, I’m sure she won’t mind,” Pepper replied. “I mean, why marry the first guy that comes along if she wouldn’t be easy to please?”

Lena laughed in disbelief as Leo shoved Pepper in response. “Okay, ouch. I’ve been in a couple relationships, okay? Those guys just weren’t anything compared to my Leo.”

Even if she meant it more as a comeback, she wasn’t wrong. Lena had dated a few of the boys on the island in her youth, but none of them were good. Most of the time, all they wanted to do was go out on their boats and or fuck, and Lena was interested in much more than that. Leo had been the much-needed change in her life. She never thought she’d ever meet someone that completed her as perfectly as he did.

“You’re both so disgusting it’s almost cute,” Eric replied. “All right, come on, dude, we gotta get going. The rest of the guys are already on the boat.”

“Love you,” Leo said, taking her into his embrace once again and kissing her.

“Be safe,” Lena replied, only watching him as he went on the dock with the rest of his groomsmen.

As she watched him join his bachelor party with the rest of his groomsmen, she could only hope that you and Leo would forgive her for Steve, Eddie, and Jonathan staying on that very island for the wedding, that and that anything that happened in the next day would be completely her fault.

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sissytobitch10seconds · 8 months

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Made a Family

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy Summary: Diego Hargreeves' daughter has been telling him all about her daycare class and begging him for a playdate with another one of the little girls. He can't deny her anything, even if it ends up being more than he agreed to. Warnings: Mentioned OC death, mentioned parental/partner loss, and canon-typical child abuse Word Count: 4,263 Ship(s): Diego Hargreeves/Lila Pitts, Diego Hargreeves & Viktor Hargreeves

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A/N: I wrote this a long time ago and then put off posting it because I felt like it was too short and self-indulgent. I was having a discussion with one of my wonderful mutuals and they mentioned that they wanted more parent Viktor stuff, so I'm basically just posting this for them! @lovely-number-7 , I hope that you enjoy it lol. Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Picking up Chrysanthemum from her daycare class was one of Diego’s favorite things to do. It didn’t matter how hard he had been working that day or how exhausted he was, he loved getting to see her little shining face looking up at him from the other side of the half-door that blocked him from the rest of the class.

Diego’s daughter had been born right as his life finished settling out in the new universe that he had been dumped in. He still felt guilty for leaving his siblings standing in that park in the middle of unfamiliar territory, especially after everything that they had done, but he didn’t regret it. Not when he got to see his beautiful girlfriend every day when they both returned home from work and got to hold Chrys in his arms. Lila and Chrys meant more to him than anything ever had before and he would never regret his decision to make sure that they were safe and well cared for.

He pulled up to the outside of the daycare, closing the door behind him. He tried to keep his gruff exterior, the one that kept the single parents away from him, plastered onto his face but it was incredibly hard when when was thinking about his little girl.

The foyer of the daycare center was a plain white room with four staircases, half going up and half going down on the wall opposite the door into the building. The two bottom ones were for the older kids (5-7 and 7+) and the top two were for the younger (1-3 and 3-5). To the left was the office where the parents could check their kids in and out and to the right was the kitchen where the meals were made.

Diego turned to go to the office so that he could check Chrys out and then go and collect her from her room. The check out process was quick because the secretary immediately recognized him and so was able to hand him the sheet where he signed to prove that it was him.

He walked as quickly as he thought appropriate so that he was standing on the landing on top of the right staircase that led to the toddler room. He stuck his head through the open top half of the door and then scanned around for his daughter. He always showed up right after naptime, so she was either groggy from just waking up or bouncing around because she had renewed energy.

The teacher was stacking the purple foam pads in the corner so that the kids could have the floor to play again. She caught sight of him and then smiled softly, “Chrys? Your dad’s here to pick you up!”

Immediately upon hearing those words, the aforementioned toddler’s head appeared from behind the low bookshelves. He knew that she had been playing with the Mega Bloks that the school kept. They were her favorite thing since she could make whatever she wanted without repercussion and she loved the bright colors.

“Daddy!” the little girl squealed. She raced around the bookshelf towards the half door as fast as her little legs would carry her.

As soon as she was in arm’s reach, Diego reached past the wooden barrier and scooped her up. She let out a shriek of excitement as she was whirled through the air and then down into her father’s arms. He securely tucked on of his arms underneath her thighs so that she wouldn’t fall if she were to lean too far back. “Hey flor pequeña,” he chuckled as he kissed her chubby cheeks.

Chrys let out a series of long winded giggles as she used her little hands to push his face away from her. “Daddy! Your beard is scratchy!”

He chuckled as he pulled away from her so that she was no longer under the barrage of kisses. He took the backpack that Chrys was sent to school with every day from the day care worker and slung it around his other shoulder. “Thank you,” he said politely. He turned around and began to carefully walk down the stairs while he asked his daughter, “How was class today?”

“Good! I got to play dollhouse with Luna,” she chirped, clapping her hands together to demonstrate how excited she was.

Diego got her out to the car and then fastened her seatbelt securely over her body so that she was tightly strapped into her carseat. He gave her another kiss on the top of her head to make sure that she knew she was loved before he got into the driver’s seat. He glanced back at her to continue the conversation while they started backing out of the parking lot. “I’m glad you got to play in the dollhouse, bebita.” He genuinely was happy for his daughter, he knew how desperately she had wanted to play with the huge dollhouse that the daycare center had set up.

“I got to play with Luna, Daddy! She’s my favorite” the four-year-old explained happily. Diego was grateful every day that his daughter didn’t have to suffer with the same speech impediment that he still struggled with to that day. He would have loved her just as fiercely if she had, but he wanted her to have an easy childhood, free of stress and worry.

“Yeah? Is Luna your best friend?” he asked, glancing back at her with the rearview mirror once more before he turned his attention back to the heavy post-school traffic.

“Mhm! Bestest bestest friend,” the little girl giggled. She reached over and grabbed the bag that her mother had helped her pack before daycare that morning. She removed the stuffy that she had brought with her today and grasped her tight. It was something that she always did when she wanted a hug but wasn’t in the right situation to get one. Diego and Lila had thought it up when they realized just how many long trips were going to be required from them for her job.

Back before their little girl had been born, Diego had considered going back to the Police Academy, but after what he had gone through when he was living in Dallas in the sixties he knew that he couldn’t. So instead, he went back to college and worked on becoming a swim coach and teacher. Lila already had a degree from when she was living with her mother, which had transferred into the new universe, so was putting it to good use as a specialist detective working for the government. That was the real reason that they had to travel around so often, because her job brought them all over the country so that she could examine crime scenes and pieces of evidence up close. They kept their roots down in The City, though.

He felt a small smile slip over his face as he thought about his daughter getting to have the childhood that Lila and Diego had desperately wanted for her. Neither of them got to have a normal childhood, with the exception of Lila before she was four, so they wanted Chrysanthemum to have it. She was already connecting with more children than either of them could have ever been allowed to and her interpersonal skills were flourishing. It had been a huge achievement for them both to get their daughter this far in life without giving her any massive trauma and seeing her develop well.

She was kind, compassionate, and the sweetest little girl that either of them had ever had the joy of meeting. Both of them were overflowing with pride for their daughter and felt so lucky that they got to call her theirs.

The entire time that they were driving through the crowded streets back to their apartment, Diego thought felt his heart swelling with pride and joy. He could hear Chrys singing to herself in the backseat whenever a song came on the radio that she enjoyed. It reminded him of Allison when they were younger, before that childhood innocence had been stamped out of her. It was normal, according to their pediatrician, for children to have some amount of echolalia because that was how they began to pick up on language. Seeing the trait that had been stamped out of his sister in his daughter made Diego miss Allison more than he had in the nearly five years since he had seen her.

That was the one thing that he wished he could change about his life. He and Lila had disappeared into the city so that they could start their family and create a steady life for Chrys before she was born. He had meant to try and reach out to his family so that his daughter could know her aunt and uncles, but then he just never had. He was happy with his family, even if he wished that it could have been bigger for the sake of his daughter if nothing else.

They pulled into the parking garage of the apartment where Diego and Lila lived. He found his reserved spot and then began to get Chrys out of her carseat. She was winding down from the excitement of daycare and was beginning to look a little sleepy like she did everyday when she came home from school. She had just been weaned off of having multiple naps a day but still went to bed fairly early in the evening.

“What do you want for dinner, bebita?” he asked as he shouldered the backpack a little easier and began to walk her towards the house.

“Can Mommy make chops?” she asked as she scrubbed at her eye with one of her little fists.

“I can ask her. I think she just finished one of her cases so she might be really tired when she comes home. Daddy can make you something else, though,” he offered.

She considered it for a moment before she gave him a half-shrug of agreement. “Can I have cheese and crackers for my snack?”

“Did you not get a snack from daycare?” Diego asked, brows furrowing together with worry. That had only happened once before, when the kitchen had an issue so they weren’t able to get any food up to the kids, but it had still upset him. Reginald withheld food from the kids several times when they were younger and he determined that they hadn’t done a good enough job in their training to earn the right of a snack or even a meal if they had been bad enough. The idea of his daughter going at all hungry made him furious.

“I did, but I’m still hungry,” she whined, leaning further against him. Her hand was still clenched tightly around the purple unicorn that she had pulled out of her backpack in the car.

Diego chuckled and kissed the top of her head. It was only when they had gotten into the elevator of the parking garage that would lead them up to the apartment building that he realized what was wrong about what he had just seen. “Where did you get this, bebita?” he asked as he reached down and touched the stuffy in her hand.

“Luna! We traded, which is why I brought one of the stuffies that’s not my favorite,” she explained, flushing slightly.

Diego resisted the urge to laugh at that. He knew that his daughter was deeply ashamed that she couldn’t love all of her toys exactly the same amount since she was worried that some of them would get sad when they realized that they weren’t her favorite. He thought that it was adorable and he was so proud of her for already having this much compassion and kindness when she was only four years old.

“I wish that you had told us that you were going to do that, sweetheart,” he reprimanded gently as he tucked some of her brown-black hair behind her ear. “Mommy and I need to know when you do things like that so that we don’t think anything’s lost.”

She listened to him and then nodded. “Sorry, Daddy. I’ll tell you next time, okay?”

“Thank you,” he kissed the edge of her forehead. They walked through the halls of the apartment building and then he set her down. Chrys immediately ran off so that she could unpack her bag. Diego set his own bag down on the dining room table and then removed his shoes so that they were resting beside the door. He got out a plastic plate from the cupboard and then set out some crackers and cheese slices for Chrys when she was finished unpacking her bag.

He turned on the television to the PBS kids channel that The City got as an initiative to have more widely available entertainment for lower income families. For the four years before Diego had graduated that’s what they had been since they were only getting income from Lila’s job in the government, and she wasn’t able to take as many jobs when Chrys was younger and needed to be minded more often.

He was sitting on the couch while grading some of his student’s papers, he was currently working as a health teacher for the sixth grade class of the local middle school, when Chrys suddenly turned to him. “Daddy, do you think that me and Luna could have a playdate?”

“Sure, but I’d have to talk to Luna’s parent or guardian about it first,” he nodded.

Chrysanthemum grinned. “She’s gonna talk about it with her dad tonight! Can I have a piece of paper with your phone number so that you guys can talk? It’s how Abby and Derek had their playdate since their parents are always super duper busy.”

“Okay, I’ll have Mommy send you with one tomorrow when she packs your morning backpack,” he smiled and ruffled her hair.

The child turned back to her snack and show, happy as a clam that she might get to spend time with her best friend outside of the daycare environment.

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The next morning, Diego woke up at the normal time that his alarm clock went off. He went about his routine just like he always did without thinking that something might be off or strange about the day. He went on his mile long run (having toned it down from five miles when he had a screaming newborn in the house to exhaust him for about a year straight) and then took a shower. He was just about ready to make himself his normal breakfast when Lila burst out of their closet looking rumpled and upset.

“Is everything okay, mi corazón?” he asked, brows knitting together with worry.

She looked stressed for a moment before she answered, “I got called on another job. I know that I need to take Chrys to school because you have swim club today and need to grade your papers since you can’t do it in the afternoon but I really have to take this. We could get a loan for a house after this, Diego.”

He reached out and took her hands, bringing her out of the closet doorway so that she was against him. He brushed her hair, still styled like it had been when they first fell in love, away from her face. “I can take her to school today. The kids can wait to have their papers graded for another day. You know that they want to put off finding out their grades for as long as possible,” he chuckled.

The worry lines that had been creased around her face softened and she smiled back at him. “I just don’t want to be a shit mum.”

“You are anything but a shit mother, Lila,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. Worrying about whether or not they were going to be good parents was mostly what had destroyed their sleep schedule after Chrys was born since she was a fairly quiet and very sleepy newborn.

He gently kissed her on the lips and then said, “Pack up and get going so that you make your flight on time. When you’re settled down wherever they’re sending you this time, call us.”

“You’re the best husband that I could have asked for,” she grinned. She fisted his shirt and then pulled him down the few inches that he towered above her so that she could press a longer kiss to his lips.

The two then split apart and went their separate ways. Diego went to wake up their daughter and get her dressed for the day while Lila focused on packing her bag for the trip that she was going to have to make for work. Soon she was headed out the door, giving a kiss to both her husband and her daughter.

The rest of the morning was generally pleasant. Chrys always woke up kind of groggy but in a relatively good mood, having inherited Diego’s morning person attribute. She was overly excited once she actually woke up because she knew that today she was going to be at least one step closer to getting the playdate that she wanted with her best friend. She could barley sit still the entire time that Diego was trying to do her hair and help her get dressed.

Her bag was almost forgotten in her hurry to get out the door and to the daycare center. Diego still managed to remember it and included his number tucked into the frontmost pocket where nothing else was so that she wouldn’t forget it.

Lila was normally the one that dropped Chrys off at daycare since she worked later into the afternoon so wanted to spend more time with their daughter when and where she could. Diego had done it a couple of times before, in situations like this when Lila had been on trips. It still felt like his heart was breaking into a million pieces when his little girl wrapped her arms as tightly around his legs as she could for only a moment and then rushed off to climb the stairs all on her own to her daycare room.

It didn’t happen that day though, because the person that she was most excited to see that day was still standing in the foyer getting checked in by her parent. “Luna!” Chrysanthemum called as soon as the door opened far enough for her to see the other four-year-old.

The aforementioned little girl whirled around and met her friend with a big hug. “I missed you!”

“I missed you too! Did you ask your dad?” Chrys asked.

Diego was so focused on his daughter interacting with her best friend that he didn’t even notice the adult that was checking her in until he spoke up. “She did. If your parents said that it was okay and I can talk with them then we can get you guys on the road to having a playdate.” His voice was eerily familiar, but Diego couldn’t quite put his finger on it until he looked up and saw who it was.

He felt like all of the air had been stolen from his lungs. His brother looked very different than he had the last time the two of them had seen each other, but it had been about half a decade so he wasn’t surprised. “Viktor?” Diego breathed.

The man turned towards him, giving Diego a much better view of him. Viktor’s face shape had changed so that his cheekbones and jaw were a lot sharper. His muscle mass had shifted so that it was broader through the shoulders and less heavy on the hips. His chest was entirely flat instead of the small bump that had come with his binder back when they were Hotel Oblivion. The hair on his face had obviously been shaved off that morning, but Diego could still see the traces of stubble along his neck. The veins in his hands and arms were also a lot more prominent.

“Diego,” Viktor blinked. “I, uh, didn’t realize that you were still in The City.”

“There wasn’t really anywhere else for us to go what with,” he gestured down to where Chrys was pulling the note from the front of her backpack pocket to show Luna. He then turned his attention back up to Viktor as he spotted the baby sling over his chest and stomach. “You’ve got two kids?”

“Kind of a long story,” he nodded. “This is Nikolai, and then you’ve met my eldest.”

It was surreal to see that. Logically, he knew that something like this could happen. Before all three of the apocalypses that they had to fend off, Viktor had a life and a career that he obviously adored. It made sense that he would have jumped back into that when given the chance and even settled down to have a family.

“Listen, I have to go to work but do you want to catch up sometime? Maybe you can come over the first time that Luna and Chrys have a playdate,” Diego suggested.

“Yeah,” Viktor nodded. “We can do that.”

He then finished signing in his daughter and walked both of the little girls up to the room where they would stay for the rest of the day. Diego had signed Chrys in and then gone back to his car by the time that Viktor came back down.

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The two brothers talked and not three days later, when the weekend had finally come, they were both sitting in Diego’s living room. Chrysanthemum and Luna were down the hall in her bedroom, playing with the myriad of toys that she had been vibrating with excitement at the idea of getting to show off. Viktor had Nikolai out of the carrier that he had brought him up in and was currently patting his back as he tried to soothe his cries.

Diego held his hands out to offer some help. Viktor seemed grateful for this, passing the three-month-old baby over to his brother. “Was Luna this fussy?” he asked as he shifted the baby around and began to bounce him. He had gotten very good at doing that while half asleep when his own daughter was this young.

“I wouldn’t know,” Viktor half shrugged. “I became Luna’s dad when she was eighteen months old.”

Diego knew that it was prying, but he couldn’t help himself. He hadn’t quite realized how starved he was for familial affection like he had gotten when they were all trying to stop the end of the world. He was desperate to become a part of Viktor’s life again and to know what had happened in his absence. “Oh? Did you adopt?”

“Sort of,” he sighed. “You know how I have the absolute worst luck when it come to romantic partners?”

Diego nodded and waited for him to continue. “Well after the whole reset of the universe I found out that all of my old stuff was there, minus what I blew up with my powers. It was like everything had stayed from before Harold showed up. So I just kind of picked up where I left off but I was standing up for myself and able to actually be a person instead of the husk that the medication made me be. I met someone who called themself Light. We got along great because we were both trans, and they had already had Luna. We ended up moving in together and becoming co-parents and we were kind of trying to take romance slow but then they got pregnant again with Nikolai. I was going to stick around and continue to help with the whole parenting thing but, um, they didn’t make it through the delivery. So now I’m a dad and I don’t have my partner.”

There were so many missing details that Diego was desperate to know, but Nikolai was only a couple of months old so the loss of this partner still had to be a fresh wound on Viktor’s heart. He chose to drop it instead of pushing forward. “You’re a good dad. Chrys is enamored with Luna, I think that they’re going to stay best friends forever or grow to resent each other.”

Viktor laughed at that, running a hand through the short locks on the front of his head. “I worry. I didn’t have anyone good to base my parenting off of from my life. I mean, Sissy and Light were both amazing parents but I hadn’t been around them for all that long. And I was learning alongside Light because they had aged out of the foster system so they didn’t have anyone to base their parenting off of either.”

“Lila and I worry too. It was really hard, the beginning couple of months. But eventually you kind of feel like you get some footing and you begin to gain confidence,” he reassured.

The two of them fell into an easy back and forth just like they had before the whole family had split up once again. They talked about parenting, what the other had been doing their time apart, and what they thought that their siblings were doing now that they were free in the world. It turned out that Five and Viktor were still very close, which wasn’t all that surprising, and Klaus would pop into his life every now and again. Slowly, Diego got the family that he had been hoping for since his daughter had first been placed into his arms.

#fanfiction #fanfic #writing #ao3 #archive of our own #tua #the umbrella academy #viktor hargreeves #diego hargreeves #lila pitts #diela #diego x lila #lila x diego #made a family fic

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AgentSharon x ArtifacTthief! femreader where the reader is sorta like catwoman and steals artefacts from a muesem. For a while now, Sharon has been trying to catch her, but the reader is still a good fighter. Right now, she tries to dodge Sharon by innocently flirting, but becomes VERY flustered when sharon actually flirts back by whispering something dirty, causing sharon to get the upper hand and pin her to the ground and cuff her to take her back to shield. Just a lotta tension bc Sharon> ;)

Hell Of A Story

Requested Agent!Sharon x ArtifactThief!Reader

A/N: I don’t know if this is what you want but I hope you like it. Also request are open for SA and if you have an idea you’d like me to bring to life 😊 happy reading.

Words: 1010

Genre: Fluff

Warning: Flirting?, Fighting?, Suggestive Talk

Summary: Read the request box above

3rd Person POV

Sharon was that agent that never missed a single target. Everyone who knew her looked up to her in some way. She may not have been as high a statice as Agent Hill, Agent Barton, or anyone that high, but if anything could be said, it’s that she’s one of the best. So imagine everyone’s surprise when Y/N came around and destroyed her perfect record. To say Sharon was upset would be the understatement of the year.

The day Sharon met Y/N, she was caught totally off guard. Usually, the people she would butt heads with would either be strong but dumb or smart but weak. The strong but dumb she could handle, smart but weak, were a bit more tricky, but she knows how someone like that thinks. When it came to you, she thought you were smart but weak.

You had everything planned out, from your most minor step to your most significant act. So she was right to assume you’re smart because you are. Sharon just didn’t anticipate that you’d be strong as well. Any move Sharon tried to make Y/N had a counter for. Y/N always seemed to be one step ahead of her, and Sharon hated that. The seemingly best and worst part about this situation is that for her to get the promotion she’s been wanting, she has to catch Y/N.

Sharon thought she’d never get her until Y/N made a mistake. First, Y/N made it abundantly clear that she is attracted to women. She usually wouldn’t care about sexual preference, but Y/N has also made many flirty remarks toward her. So Sharon just wondered what would happen if she flirted right back.

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Sharon was currently watching for any and all information that may trace to where Y/N is currently. Going through even the smallest slip-ups. Sharon never got a single one, but that was expected with Y/N. She learned that the only time Y/N would slip up is when she wanted to be found.

The slip-ups would always be small so that nobody would notice. But, despite that, Y/N knew Sharon would know it was her. So when there was a ‘false alarm’ at a museum that just so happened to hold Ankh, a priceless Egyptian artifact. Sharon knew Y/N had a knack for stealing priceless Egyptian artifacts, so it wasn’t hard for her to put two and two together.

As soon as Sharon got her lead, she put together a team. Sharon explained that she wanted people at every possible exit on the way there. With everyone at the exits, she didn’t want anyone in the same room as her and Y/N when they would go head to head. Usually, even with all the repercussions she put in place, you would always manage to get away, so she was extra cautious.

When Sharon found Y/N, she was in a corner leaning against the wall with the Ankh in hand. Y/N takes what looks like a stopwatch out of her pocket and presses a button. “Six minutes and twenty-seven seconds. My goodness, Sharon, are you okay? That’s almost a full minute longer than last time.” Y/N says in a taunting voice with a smirk on her face.

Y/N puts the stopwatch and Ankh in her pocket and makes her way closer to Sharon. “Sorry about that. I wanted to look my best when I finally brought you in.” Y/N lets out an amused laugh. “Aww, that’s so cute. Do you actually think you’ll be able to bring me in? You must have something up your sleeve. Care to share.” Y/N started to move around Sharon.

“I could tell you, but what’s the fun in that?” Sharon keeps her eyes on Y/N as Y/N moves around the room. Y/N is the first to make a move throwing a punch at Sharon’s face. Sharon easily dodged and moved to the to catch Y/N’s hand, flipping her over her shoulder. Y/N kept her grip on Sharon’s hand and spun on her back so she was facing her. Y/N pulled her forward and kicked her in the stomach when she lost her footing and tumbled forward.

Y/N and Sharon flipped themselves back onto their feet and charged at each other. Sharon blocked a punch Y/N through and placed a foot behind Y/N’s causing her to stumble. Sharon put Y/N on her back and pinned her. “You know if you wanted me on my back for you I would have complied.” With a smirk Y/N pivots so she on her stomach and elbows Sharon in the face. Sharon is knocked to the side and her lip starts bleeding.

Y/N stands up as quick as she can and looks at Sharon with her head tilted. “But as much as I like being under you I could go with being on top from time to time.” Sharon wiped her head toward Y/N and sweep kicked her. Before Y/N landed on her back she did a backflip landing back on her feet. Sharon went for a kick to Y/N side. “If you ever want to end up in bed with me you’ll learn to stay on your knees.” Y/N was shocked and faltered for a second. But that second was long enough to give Sharon the upper hand.

Sharon grabbed her and flipped Y/N on her stomach bringing her hands together. Sharon put Y/N in cuffs. “See, much better when you’re beneath me.” When Sharon took a look at Y/N’s face it was bright red from blushing. “Don’t worry once you tell us everything we want to know, we can have as much fun as we want.” With a smirk Sharon brought Y/N to her feet and walked out of the museum. This is gonna be one hell of a story they tell their kids in the future.

#sharon carter x reader #sharon carter x y/n #sharon carter x you #sharon carter fluff #sharon carter #the falcon and the winter soldier #artifact theft

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warriorsofsplatsville · 1 year

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"Undertow Spillway?! You're certain?!" Salomon exclaimed.

"Yes, milord, there's been movement reported there. And it's not from the common jellyfish visitors either. It's a salmon scent."

"This is bad..."

"Why so?" Mirage asked. "It's another Turf Stage like any, right?"

Salomon shook his head. "Not quite. You kids don't know it, because it's not common knowledge among Inklings....but Undertow is a relic from the old world, you see. The one with humans. Your mother had informed me as such."

"It's...a human structure...?"

"Yes. But not just any structure. It was a sluice gate. Meaning that its entire purpose is to control the flow of water."

"Ah...!"

"In other words, a tragedy waiting to happen." Salmon scratched his chin. "I highly doubt the rebels know this, but in case they discover it...we need to locate the control room and protect it at all costs. If they manage to power it up and start it..."

"All those Inklings and Octolings will be wiped out without a trace, Cod....alright, Dad. I got it."

"Mirage-"

"I'm...the heir to the kingdom. I can't just sit aside and watch it happen. Besides, that's a ton of people in danger if I don't do something."

"I really don't want you to go in there. But...I can see your mind is made up. Hah. You're stubborn just like your old man."

"Please." They rolled their eyes, leaving the war room.

Mirage couldn't focus anyway. Not after the conversation Minu had with them.

"Minu, what do you mean 'this wasn't supposed to happen'? Cruesa is safe, isn't that all that matters?"

"If only it was that simple, squid jerky." The young Inktoling shook her head. "See, time is so incredibly delicate Mirage. If you were to go back in time and kick a rock down a sidewalk, you could completely alternate the course. That rock could've changed history to where the Octolings won the Great Turf War."

"Is it THAT complicated...?"

"Trust the girl that comes from a time where time traveling is commonplace." She huffed, pointing her finger aggressively at them. "Yes, it's that complicated. Papa and Mama have warned me that if things aren't correct, it can wreck the flow of time. And Cruesa being home, in that room....it's all wrong!"

"Explain to me how it is. What's supposed to happen then?" Mirage asked in annoyance.

"....Fine, if it'll get the barnacles off my back." Minu sighed. "Originally, what had occurred, was that Cruesa up until this point was supposed to remain in the custody of the rebel Salmonids. You, around this time, would go off into Undertow Spillway charging headfirst into the army, Tristringer ablazing. You would get injured. So much so that you would receive a scar on your right eye that would remain for the rest of your life."

"What....?"

"But you wouldn't stop. You would beat down Cruesa's older brothers, and then make your way to their base of operations alone, and free Cruesa yourself. With brute force, might I add."

"C-Cod...I was going to do all that...?"

"Yep. They called it 'The Crusade of Monarch Mirage' in stories. Cruesa would end up back with us, but...one, that scar, and two..."

"What??"

"...We would lose the spillway. The rebels discovered a deadly tactic that wiped out every single employee in there. They all died."

"!" Mirage couldn't believe what they were hearing. They would get Cruesa back...but at the cost of Undertow?

"It's gruesome, I know, but that's the way history went. Until now. And now I hear of Cruesa being helped out of her imprisonment...it has to be them...."

"'Them'? What do you mean? There's someone behind this?"

"More like an organization. People from the SCTT- the Sealife Counsel of Time Traveling- call them the Mystics."

"Mystics?"

"The Mystics believe differently from us. They believe that they can alter history, change the course of time without any severe repercussions." Minu explained. "Somehow, they travel through time, and change things. Even the littlest things. It's like...they know something we don't....but it's still such a dangerous practice!"

"So you're saying a...mystic...changed the course of time? One where I don't run headfirst into battle and almost kill myself?"

"Yeah. And I'll admit...this whole Cruesa returning now did seem to go positively..."

"Then what exactly is the problem? These Mystics didn't cause any detrimental harm, right? Cruesa's back, I don't go get a scar, and I'm here to support Inkopolis! Isn't this good? Why are you saying it's bad?!"

"It's bad, Mirage, because it's messing with things that have already occurred. Yes, it looks good now, it's positive FOR NOW, but there's a butterfly effect, a ripple on the water's surface! Though one good thing happens now, another tragedy could happen later!"

"Listen. As long as Cruesa is safe, and the Undertow is protected, and the kingdom prospers, I don't care who made it so. Ghosts or whatever the hell. I'm going."

"M-Mirage! Take this more seriously! MIRAGE!" Minu shouted after them, growling in anger once they left the room.

"....Believe me, Squid Ring, I'd love to rely on these guys more than anything. But....the last time was messed with too much....M....Mama...."

Minu clasped the shark keychain hanging from her belt.

#HEY LOOK CONTENT HAHA #//ic #//mirage #//minu #//salomon #//lore #//my art #woe more shitty sketchbook doodles

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ashishaggarwalacubeventures · 1 year

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How to Create a Home Office

A longterm home office should be a dedicated space in your home that is appropriately furnished for work. As we have been surrounded by Covid for a full year, it has drastically altered our way of life in many ways, from work to shopping, some of which are probably permanent.

Many workers, who would rather stay at home and work at their own leisure, would have considered working from home to be nothing more than a pipe dream.

Now that this arrangement is in place as a result of Covid, some of the employees are finding it difficult to pick up their pace because working remotely may not be as easy as it first appears to be. Since the global Covid 19 pandemic is currently underway, hundreds of millions of workers are suddenly required to work from home.

It is understandable why so many of us have been slumped over laptops on couches or beds, exposing our wrists and arms to awkward keyboard placements, or seated on stiff dining room chairs.

It's also true that the era of ergonomically sound offices that handled all of these issues for us is long gone. Nevertheless, we are unable to guarantee that we are not exposing our bodies to another risk brought on by improper work-from home habits when we are staying isolated and washing our hands to battle the infection. Working in the proper posture is important since it might have longterm repercussions on our bodies.It is recommended that a longterm home office be a separate room in your house that is suitably furnished for work.

It is ideal to utilise a modest room with a desk and computer equipment that can be closed off when necessary to maintain the necessary separation between personal and professional lives. Many people do not have extra space, but they can turn a guest room into a place that serves as both an office and a guest room as needed.

The approach can be used with a big laundry room, a covered porch, or even a garden shed.

A table or desk that is appropriate for working is needed in the workspace. According to the industry standard, the distance between the floor and the top of the work surface should be 29 inches. In the same way that taller people do better at a higher height, shorter people perform much better at a lower height. Although many desks and tables can be adjusted in height via their feet, industry standards are centred on writing on paper rather than utilising a mouse and keyboard. Because of this, the keyboard tray slides out from underneath the work surface and is a few inches shorter than the desk or table height.

It is considerably preferable if there is room for a keyboard, mouse, and tray.

If not, though, think about lowering your desk to the tray's height so that you have the same writing surface for work requiring pen and paper. In addition, choosing furnishings made expressly for a work-from-home setting is advised. The following is a guide on selecting furniture:

Desk: The desk is one of the most crucial pieces of furniture in an office since it offers area for processing information, writing, and conducting everyday business.

A typical wooden desk should measure 150 cm in length, 75 cm in height, and 70 cm in width. Tables: Tables are very important when setting up a home office workplace because here is where one keeps all of their workrelated supplies, such as files, staplers, notepads, laptops, etc. The single fitting that connects all of these necessities is the table. And goes on to be a fantastic essential in and of itself. Chairs: Another essential piece of furniture for any home office is a chair. An employee should have the most comfortable & practical alternative available as he or she will be sitting in his or her chair for the majority of the day.

Moreover, an ergonomic chair with unmatched comfort and lumbar support is recommended.

"The perfect office furniture in a house offers comfort, mobility, storage convenience, posture correction, etc. Also, work-from home is made much simpler with ergonomic chairs that provide correct body support, easy file access, and enough desk space. – Source byASHISH AGGARWAL, FOUNDER & CEO OF INDO INNOVATIONS

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The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four Chapter 10

Title: The Xiang Chronicles: Book Four

Author: Jay Grayson

Word Count: 118k

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, drama, LGBT+

Available on: my website

Synopsis: In order to save the world from the continuous subjugation and potential annihilation at the hands of Tiandi, hard lines must be drawn. The Great Spirits that were imprisoned ages ago must be unsealed and awakened, no matter the consequences.

The players are divided—those who stand blindly with Tiandi, such as Xiang Merra and her disciples versus those who want to tear the system down and give the power back to the people. Even a few of the most religious Lords change their minds when they learn the truth of the world—that Tiandi is no more than a dictator with no love in his heart.

It is up to the last, real Xiang and the ill-fated Chaaya to put everything they have into tearing God from his throne and creating new possibilities for the future.

Full chapter 10 under the cut

Chapter X:

Gongji’s robe fluttered behind him as he left the palace, not intending to meet with the rest of the disciples or discuss anything with them. They all knew, already, that he was operating on a different level than they were. No words had been shared about it but they felt it. And he felt that they felt it.

That was enough for him.

He had never been much of a talker anyway.

His destination, the temple, still shone out the brightest out of every building in Ultimos. There were other tall buildings but it was definitely the tallest—always reaching up to the sky, to Tiandi.

It was not necessary to go to a holy place in order to open a portal into the spirit realm but Gongji had an affinity for the location. It was where he had lived when they first took over the city and, more importantly, it was where he had gotten to know Pangu so well.

He walked into the room where the ex-Xiang had been held and he marveled at the fact that no time had passed in the space. Or, so it felt—as if the wedding was on the horizon again and everything over the past year and a half had been naught but a dream.

Gongji sat on the side of the bed, having to part the veil to get by. It fluttered and closed around him, obscuring the view to the rest of the room.

If he closed his eyes, he could see Pangu lying asleep in the bed beside him, robed in white and with a slightly furrowed brow as he could never get peace, even within his dreams. The ex-Xiang groaned, as if in pain or, maybe a deep pleasure, and rolled onto his side and into himself—guarded and on edge.

The future that Pangu had probably agonized over, while he was trapped in this room, was far different to what they were faced with now. He likely could not have fully comprehended the amount of pain that he would, single-handedly, unleash on the world.

Really, he and Pangu were like direct reflections of one another. As Gongji became more holy and left his sins in his past, Pangu had shed his divinity and stepped into the shadows. Each had been reborn in a way but were drifting ever farther apart.

When they had both been in this room was when they were exact equals.

It was long past the point of returning there, however.

Gongji might have fought to preserve his life and bargained with Tiandi but the best he could do now was hope that his soul was not completely obliterated upon defeat. He understood the betrayal Tiandi felt all too well and he knew that the God was not the most reasonable, currently.

It was clear with how Merra was acting. Tiandi had, most definitely, put it in her head that she must be perfect or face repercussions. And, while Gongji did agree that Merra could strive to be better, he was not sure badgering her was the right choice.

He almost felt badly for how he treated her.

But then he considered that he would soon be her superior, even in title, and he felt less guilty.

Gongji sighed and ran his hand along the white sheets, contemplating what Zhu might do if he were there. It was still a shock to stop and realize that he was gone. To know that he would never come back.

Zhu had been the one to recruit Gongji. He had been the one to assist the most in his training and he was the one who pardoned him, officially, for his past.

The kindness and understanding Zhu showed him was unyielding and his death left an ever present gash in his heart—in his very core.

In his solitude, Gongji had given up on compassion and personal connections. He had fled from his hometown to Mythos and then to one of the islands off the coast. It was entirely uninhabited and he learned to survive on his own there.

The land provided food and water—shelter too.

It was his own paradise.

And he had been there for so long that he lost track of time. He barely recognized his past as himself and thought only of “Gongji” as the hermit of the rocky isle. It was not until Zhu appeared in front of his home—the abandoned temple atop the tallest mountain—that he was forced to reconcile that the two versions of him were one in the same.

“You would not normally be Tiandi’s first choice,” Zhu opened with, being transparent, “but your resonance is very strong and your will to survive is commendable.”

“I would think Tiandi would despise me.”

There were no explicit rules in the doctrine of Tiandi against what sickness raged in his heart and mind but he knew how society, at least, felt about it. He had spoken to priests and religious scholars on the matter—in a hypothetical sense, of course—and each had told him the same thing.

If someone felt that way, they would be denounced by Tiandi.

If they attracted any being, it would be Shakti.

Someone like that would make a fine Chaaya.

“Technically, you have done nothing wrong,” Zhu surprised him with that response, “You never actually hurt any children.”

Gongji frowned. “That does not matter in the world of people. Thoughts alone are the crime.”

“Thoughts are seeds. Some may sprout but others never do.” Zhu folded his hands together. “Like I mentioned already, Tiandi would not normally choose you but your resonance sets you apart. Working with him and the new Xiang will offer you something I know you have been searching for ravenously.”

When Gongji did not reply, Zhu was forced to elaborate.

“Forgiveness.” He offered a smile and continued on. “You have been hiding from the world and yourself. Why not balance the scales of your heart by doing something meaningful and wholly good? Then your ill feelings will not be all that defines you.”

A sigh passed through his entire being, exiting through his lips. He repeated in a whisper, “…All that defines me.”

It was an opportunity he was sure none other like him had ever received. Sometimes he forgot just how significant it was. Sometimes it became so normal to be in his new skin that he forgot his old one. And there was an even fresher skin waiting for him in the future.

Gongji waved his hand in a semi-circle, opening a glistening blue portal. He stood from the bed and stepped through, easily entering the spirit realm.

Like most of his abilities, it had been taught to him by Zhu. As the eldest Heavenly Prince had said, he was the only one strong enough to use portals. Even Merra struggled with it. Only with the help of spirits on the other side could she summon one.

But, for Gongji, it was as easy as breathing.

The forest he walked into was a familiar sight and he bowed his head as he passed by many of the same spirits he had come to know. Some squirrels, a bipedal deer, and, of course, many different pandas. It was a favorite form of the spirits—easy to maintain and also welcoming to any newcomers.

Gongji passed through the last stretch of trees and came into a clearing atop a cliff. He stared up, into the sky, and summoned Tiandi with his heart rather than with his words.

His face, slowly, formed within the lilac clouds and the features filled in, more and more, until he was unmistakably Tiandi.

With a short bow, Gongji opened, “Hello, Tiandi, I am grateful you chose to meet with me.”

“You are the only mortal I trust to carry out my will—why would I not speak with you?”

He smiled, relieved. Although he spoke to Tiandi fairly often, especially compared to Merra, he still held some tension when he met with him. Nerves almost rendered him speechless but he pressed on, “Of course I will do whatever it is you need of me. I actually just left Merra. She spoke to me and the other disciples.”

“Ah, yes, I peeked in at that.” Tiandi chuckled, showing he did not take her outburst too seriously. Or, perhaps, he found her frantic nature genuinely funny. It was difficult to tell.

“Do you have faith she will pull through?” Gongji decided to ask.

Tiandi’s form loosened in the clouds as he mulled the question over. A dragon flew through his right cheek in the distance, breaking apart his form even more. But then he pulled together, more solid and with his voice carrying greater authority.

“No.”

Gongji’s brow rose. “No?” He had not expected such a definitive answer. “What then do you propose we do? Unless…” His throat became dry and he felt his heart start to race while a smile fought to make its way onto his face. “Do you mean to have me ascend now?”

Tiandi chuckled again. “I see you are eager.”

“Of course,” Gongji did not waste a breath and said, “I would be willing to undergo the process immediately if you would have me.”

“No need for such haste,” Tiandi dismissed him, “While there is plenty of space for a new Heavenly Prince, I would ask that you finish your role as disciple under Merra before I grant you the Tian aspect. Can you wait until then, Gongji?”

“Surely,” he said, far less enthused. He bowed his head and cursed himself for getting so prematurely excited. Of course Tiandi would want to wait.

From what he knew of Zhu’s warnings, ascension was not always a glamorous, empowering experience.

When Gong had ascended, he took centuries to fully become accustomed to his new state. One Heavenly Prince did not assimilate with his Tian aspect well at all and faded from existence. The risk of Gongji meeting the same fate was high and Tiandi wished to prepare him for it before bestowing upon him the ultimate gift.

He needed to be present and capable for this upcoming war. And, as Tiandi had already mentioned, he was the only mortal he truly trusted. He could not toss that aside so easily.

“Is there anything else you would speak to me about?” Tiandi asked after a rather long pause.

A few things floated through Gongji’s mind but, mostly, one thought in particular rose to the surface. “Can you tell where Pangu has fled to?”

The mostly placid expression of Tiandi shifted suddenly and greatly. His large brows turned inward and his mouth folded into a frown—all exacerbated by the curves of the clouds.

“What is your obsession with that abomination still doing lingering in your heart?”

The most difficult aspect of dealing with Tiandi was that he could always see right through him. There was no use arguing over things like feelings and it was impossible to deceive him.

It was true that Gongji did still care for Pangu even if he knew he should not. One, on account of him being a man and, two, on account of his crimes. But he was the first adult Gongji had ever felt a strong pull toward so he suspected there must be something special about him.

If only he could take his soul and place it into a woman’s body. Then, perhaps, he would finally be normal.

“You think too much on this topic,” Tiandi cut him off from his musings, “Of course you find attraction in men as well as children. Pangu is not special, nor is your sickness. These things overlap in all who are ill like you are, Gongji. Do not remind me, in such a strenuous time as this, as to my initial reservations about you.”

Gongji hung his head and gulped. “Well, then, what of knowing his location so that we may keep an eye on his movements and the movements of his new group?”

He doubted the new way of phrasing the question would work but, to his surprise, Tiandi hummed in thought. “I can appreciate the concern,” he began, “but I still cannot tell you where the false Xiang is located. And it is not to dissuade you from your…interests. Something hinders my energy. I suspect it is Gong.”

The traitor. Gongji’s fists clenched as he recalled the man’s grand appearance during the battle, opposite Zhu.

“So we are blind then?”

“He cannot keep me blind forever,” Tiandi spoke with certainty, “Eventually, the shield will slip away and all will be revealed. We must be ready to strike when that happens. In the meantime, I suggest you take Merra’s advice and train.”

Gongji nodded and waited until Tiandi’s face left the clouds before he, too, took his leave from the spirit realm. Although, before he opened the portal to take him back to the temple in Ultimos, he surveyed the horizon.

If he did wish to train and sharpen his senses then being around the other disciples would be detrimental to his concentration. His best option was to return home, to the isolation of the mountain.

Plus, he had been feeling quite homesick as of late.

He thought of the crumbling temple at the peak of the mountain where he spent many of his recent years and the way the sunrise painted the clouds below. When he could picture it as if he was already there, he cast a circle with his hand and the portal appeared in the air.

A smile formed on his lips as he saw the glimpse of his home beyond the circle. He stepped through and took in the thin, crisp air.

#the xiang chronicles #my novel #my writing

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i-hope-no-one-finds-this · 1 year

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The air is stagnant with desert heat that covers my thighs with sweat as I sit on the leather-bound chair. I contemplate if i am showing too much emotional distress or not enough. Should I keep eye contact for this long? He would get even more distraught if he thought i was not taking this conversation seriously, im not. He sits comfortably in his own chair, 5 feet in front of me. I think this is the most he has said to me in over three months and its a lecture, of course it is. “It hurts that you just have that emotion of ‘i-dont-give-a-fuck-especially-to-my-dad everytime I see you.’” Hmm, its because after the emotional trauma you have put me through I really can’t afford to spare any more mental room for your nonsense anymore. “Who do i live for?” Yourself. “Me.” i say. “Uh-huh. And have you ever wanted anything? Do people look at you and go shes poor as fuck? No, they havent. I am poor as fuck, i am so poor and i do it all so that you can have the nicest things, your car, your phone, your shoes…” You can take them all back if you want, wont change anything. “I just want you to admit what you did was fucked up and apologize, you knew that we had been talking about this, yet you still just dont give a fuck about my emotions or how it would effect me at all.” Oh, I have to respond fast here. “Honestly i am sorry dad, i really did not think this was that important to you. I knew you wanted to get one together, i just didn't realize it had to be my first one.” “Baby why would I not want it to be the first one?” Baby, thats a good sign. I really wonder if he thinks that i hate him, as a person i do, as family I just want him to be good to my mom and I, not treat us each like shit. A memory of a video of a girl describing how she leaves her boyfriends after a single argument because she is used to being let down by her father who will not change pops into my head. Huh, i guess he really has messed me up. Ladies choose your men right, dont let just anyone hit cause youre not only condemning yourself but also your child of a world of hell. I am a bad daughter, ill admit it at least. Better than claiming i deserve the best dad of the year i suppose.

Statistically speaking, about 45% of American households are separated, and of all marriages in the country, about 17% of them are truly happy. Unluckily for my household, we are part of that 45 and 83 percent. My parents separated long before I can ever remember however, I vividly remember when they wanted to spend time all together seeing as they had a pretty good friendship and both shared a deep desire to spend more time with their one and only child, me. For a year and a half during high school, my parents decided to move into a house together as friends and roommates so that they both can have quality time with me while I still lived under the same roof as them till college. This friendly agreement was soon to be a terrible mistake that gave off the impression that I was living in a continuously breaking family. Imagine having to go to school early in the morning yet you can’t fall asleep because of the arguing going on apparently right outside your door. Imagine feeling guilty because you're the only reason both parents decided to do this in the first place, and now they have nowhere to go but to their pits of despair they call home. The repercussions of what was said after an especially bad argument would usually be days of silent treatment and lingering resentment clinging to the house walls. My only escape was school so when I dove into homework as soon as I got home, it would be confused as responsible indulgence, when the truth was I didn’t want to witness the confrontation my parents had with one another when they would return home from their day jobs. The house, however small it was, resembles an extremely hard time in my life, where I was consumed daily with self-destructing thoughts of why my parents argued daily, why I usually caught the backlashes of their disagreements when they would ask me if I agreed or not. That year, I finished having one of the highest GPAs I think I've had, ever. The continued hard work I put into studying and doing homework in order to get rid of my constant sadness and guilt had propelled me to set new highs for me in school.

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I am the same anon from SD1D ask. I have seen the bonus scene and I know abt the movie. But there is very little info abt it. This show has such a hold on me it will take me long time to truly enjoy another contemporary romance. I am not the type to cry easily but I was full on sobbing in the last episode. Even that scene in opening sequence where both of them look at each other and there is a single tear in HYZ's eye make me emotional. I never thought a Chinese song from 90s would affect me like this but Last Dance is just perfect for this OTP

1/2

2/2 SD1D was perfection in terms of acting, storytelling, music and cinematography. Everything tied up in the end and every character got proper resolution. Only thing tht bothers me is that WQS's story never changed. But other than that I have no major problems.

I am also not interested in the Korean remake tbh. idt AHS can do justice to this role, I've seen JYB in Vincenzo only so I don't know much abt her acting. Thing is Alice and Greg were so phenomenal in the original they have been imprinted in my mind. I also liked the more 'low-key but epic' approach to storytelling. I am sure the remake would be more romanticised and certain scenes would be become unnecessarily dramatic. I wonder which song they will use in place of Last Dance. Is there a really popular korean song from 90s that could be used or will they just make up one?

oh man this show got me crying too! i want to say it was episode 9...where jun jie is released from prison and all the fallout that happens afterward. just totally gutted me. and yeah, you know it's A Show when the credits get you emo (shut UP @ that goldfish metaphor i see it!!). aside from the original OST, the track "embrace" by mayday just crushed me too (WQS's flashback song).

WQS's arc is the only (but Big) problem i have with the drama. the effects of transmigration/bodyswapping is explored with yunru/we see how it affects her life, but wqs is tragically unexplored and underdeveloped. the Gaynst arc doesnt sit well with me because the repercussions of say, a son who was persecuted for being gay having a girlfriend 2 years later, don't get addressed by the narrative (and it's indicated that wqs was out, at least to his parents, with the pride items in his room). i read that the wqs scenes were inspired by/meant to call attention to a real-life bullying incident, but it's still something that was like...needing to be moved further. i know a lot is restricted by censorship, but still

re: korean remake, jyb is a great actress (i loved her in be melodramatic/havent seen vincenzo), so i think she could do justice to the role. kang hoon also has jun jie vibes from what ive seen of him in little women. but yeah. li zi wei is such a tough role to pull off and i think ahs is a great comedic actor but idk about the rest of it. the alice + greg + patrick chemistry is a huge freaking order to meet up with as well

idk enough about 90s kmusic, unfortunately! but im sure they'd find an appropriate song. if there's one thing im not ehhhh about re: the remake, it's that im sure it will have a high production value

(all this said, i will be happy to eat crow in the k-remake does something interesting! ESPECIALLY if it builds on the wqs storyline)

#asks!#someday or one day #twdrama

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When Tommy died, it was void. It was the flaring, heated hurt all over his body and nothingness. Unable to see, unable to feel anything but pain. Screaming and getting nothing back; not even an echo. Feeling Wilbur and the cards in his hand, and the feeling of the other moving around him, and hearing him painfully close, but being unable to see him. Alone yet trapped.

When Wilbur died, he was shoved rudely off a metro and into a station. He paced it up and down for years, yet the stairs to the outside were firmly blocked off. Trains would pass, but none stopped. Only when Schlatt visited, which wasn't often, and only that time when Tommy came. And only when it came to take him back, of course. But it was close to agony to be passed by so many times. Alone. The world moving without him. His world moving without him.

Schlatt... has no idea what's going on. He's in the gym, but he's corporeal enough for Quackity to visit him. Sometimes he goes to see Wilbur, Sometimes he catches glimpses of the outside. He really, truly has no fucking idea what's up with him and why Wilbur is stuck in a whole other realm while's stuck all Ghostbusters'-future-victim. He knows it hurts though; heart palpitations, killer headaches... his voice has gone so rough on some days he sounds like a scratching record. His lungs are full of lead, and if he doesn't want Quackity to bring him back for the chance to taste power again, he at the very least wants it so he can stop feeling the burn in his throat.

When Ranboo dies...

When Ranboo dies he's dunked in water that's freezing, yet still burns his skin to the point of peeling in a terrible icy-hot hell. The ocean stretches to never-ending horizons without land in sight, and below him the ocean stretches to void, and all he sees is a thousand eyes staring up at him, almost unblinking. Expecting. Their stares burn almost more than the water, and his fear to keep his head above the waves to avoid seeing them is more compelling than the yell of his limbs to quit swimming, accept the burn, and sink. But after enough years... where is he? Why is he swimming? Why does he bother? Who is he, anyways?

When Tubbo dies, he wakes up in a yellow concrete box. It's not quite pitch black, but the walls give him no chance to move as his arms are pressed close to his sides. There isn't room enough to sit or do much more than turn around in place, and he can hear nothing but his own frantic, shallowed breaths as he gulps in air he feels as if he's constantly losing. He spends a few years wondering if this is his coffin and they didn't realize he was still alive when they buried him.

When Sam dies, he wakes up in an obsidian prison cell he's walked past one too many times. Theres a lectern, a clock, a pot of water, and occasionally potatoes drop down for him to eat. He stares at the wall of lava, praying for a visitor, and almost dares to empathize with the man he imprisoned when none arrive. He wonders for years if he regrets building the prison, and can never come up with an answer that doesn't make him feel ashamed of himself.

When Bad dies, he wakes up with his limbs wrapped in red vines, restraining him in a way he used to find comforting but now sees only as the torture it is as thorns dig into his skin. His vision is tinted blood red. Occasionally, a flash of blue teases his vision, but when he turns to call its name, it vanishes. He takes up swearing again; there's nobody there to hear, anyways.

When Eret dies, they wake up in their castle and left to wander the halls. Wander, but barely more than a few minutes at a time; the crown on their head weighs more than the world on Atlas' shoulders, so heavy that they often must return to their throne just to get the chance to rest their head back and let the weight off their shoulders. They wonder if the sacrifice was worth the weight.

When Niki dies, she wakes up in a crowd of people whose faces she can't quite make out. A sea of people, most taller than her, that stretches out for miles. Most smile and laugh, and she's relieved she's not alone. But when she taps on one of them and politely asks for directions to where she can get help, they stare through her. She isn't a ghost; they bump into her all the time as they shove her to walk past, but they don't see her. They don't hear. She screams and not a single head turns. When she collapses against an unlucky stranger to sob, they flick her off like she's a fly. There's not even an excuse she can tell herself to say she's alone.

When Quackity dies he finds himself falling. There is no ground in sight, only sky and clouds as his wings refuse to work and he plummets constantly into nothing. He reflects on the casino and L'manberg and El Rapids and wanting more. His stomach gets used to the lurching as the cold wind burns his cheeks. Maybe his ambition was a little pointless. Maybe he flew too close to the sun.

When Karl dies he awakes to colors that hurt his eyes and a million doorways, each in different shapes and angles. He spends years pacing and stepping through doors he hopes might lead home, that ultimately lead to only more doors. Some are too high up to reach and he stares at them and cries at the fact that he'll never know what's behind them (despite knowing its probably nothing). He doesn't remember everything; just enough to know that anywhere is better than being lost here.

When Phil dies it's a long time coming. Cursed with only one life, the universe goes easy on him. There's a field of rich grass and flowers and trees and skies that beg to be flown through. If only his wings worked. If only he could show Wilbur.

When Puffy dies she finds herself in an endless graveyard. She paces through it for seemingly decades, reading the engravings of her closest friends on each one and spending no less than year knelt at each in mourning, apologizing for her shortcomings. Maybe if she'd been a touch stronger, this wouldn't have happened. Worst of all is when the headstones are blank and she doesn't know who she's mourning at all, forever unsure of the poor soul she let down.

When Hannah dies she awakes to a world rotted away, the air polluted with smog and the seas full of plastic and sludge. Sometimes she sees a rosebush or sapling, tiny and thriving in the distance. Yet whenever she rushes over to coddle and nurture, it dies underneath her fingers. The ground wilts and cracks wherever she steps. She feels as if she's wilting with it.

When Sapnap dies, he wakes up in some sort of cage. A zoo. Figures come and stare at him and laugh as birds pick at his skin until he bleeds, wolves sink teeth into his calves to hit bone, and cows crush his ribs beneath powerful hooves. Each day a new round of animals come to have their way with him. And yeah, he thinks, that's probably fair.

When Dream dies, he's almost relieved to wake up in his SMP. Great, he can get back to business, he thinks. But the more he walks, the more he notices... how quiet it is. It doesn't take him long into his afterlife to realize the people have all disappeared. Vanished. Leaving him alone. No animals or Monsters even appear. Not a friend nor foe, not even a silverfish. The world is his to do anything with without repercussion, yet all he can do for years is sit at an old bench at a cliffside and play discs over and over until the melody burns into his head and makes him want to tear his hair out. All that over a stupid disc. He laughs until he cries.

When George dies... well, it might as well be like any other dream, he supposes.

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Carol Danvers ~ Put On A Show

(This isn't what she looks like in this fic but it is the ✨I'm gonna make you see the stars vibe✨)

Carol Danvers X fem!Reader Smut

Word Count: 3,569

Includes: lil bit of public teasing, thigh grinding, edging, gagging on fingers, praise, strap on, overstimulation and oral

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Being an Avenger taught you to handle a lot of difficult situations.

You knew how to take down a state of the art quinjet in a minute. You could survive on an unknown planet. You had played a significant part in tracking down and rounding up the last Hydra agents.

And yet no one had ever prepared you to be stuck in a room with a hundred arrogant business men who were desperately trying to impress you with what they thought was power.

You were certain you could have better conversations with a caveman.

You weren't a superspy like Natasha. You couldn't fake interest, put on a realistic smile and pretend to enjoy yourself like she could.

You weren't Tony who genuinely enjoyed himself at those kind of parties and thrived at being the center of attention.

And you weren't Carol who didn't need either of those things. If she didn't want to talk to someone, she wouldn't. It only took one of her looks to make any of the leaches hurry away. She didn't have to worry about the repercussions of doing so because there weren't any. Non of the guests would ever be willing to admit they were intimidated by a woman.

Not that you were jealous of what Carol had. Carol wasn't the kind of person you wanted to be, but she sure as hell was the kind of person you wanted to be with. And that woman was one of a kind.

The distraction of the Captain was definetly not helping you keep your cool. She wore a tight fitting dark blue suit that you had been struggling to stop yourself staring at ever since you had first seen it. Her hair was hanging loose at her shoulders and had become messy from the amount of times she had run her slim hand through it. That alone had your mind reeling of what other ways you could get it to look like that.

You had been lucky so far, everytime you stole a glance at the Captain and her attire she happened to be in convosation with someone else. Although that meant you two hadn't exchanged a single word that night.

Thankfully, you had soon learnt that half of the guests never actually noticed if you zoned out, perfectly content to continue rambling about themselves. While others could zone out themselves as they talked...while they stared at your chest and feuling your urge to smack them.

You were in a dress that you hadn't bought and were far from comfortable in around these people. A thin glass of champagne was clutched firmly in your hand and you predicted it would shatter by the end of the night. You had lost count of how many you had downed with your back turned, stopping once you felt lightheaded.

You had regretted it at first, but you became internally grateful you had saved your heightened senses when you felt a familiar hand rest on your lower back.

Training almost everyday with the blonde Captain had familiarised you with her firm grip and reassuring touch. It was the only kind of contact you had gotten from her until that moment and you treasured it greatly, praying Carol hadn't noticed your slight faulted at the knees.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to steal this one." Carol stated in a very unafraid tone as her hand pressed into you more. You wanted to melt into her touch.

The man you had been not-really-listening to (because you could not for the life of you remember anyone's name) opened his mouth to speak and probably try to get Carol to stay, was ignored by the blonde who was already guiding you away with her hand.

Of course you didn't protest, throwing a party over it in your head while the butterflies in your stomach danced along to the music. You didn't even realise Carol was leading you to the bar, too focused on the fact her hand never left your back as she walked beside you without a word.

You did however, realise when you almost walked into the bar stall before gracefully (that's what you told yourself) sliding onto the stool. Carol sat down next to you and said something to the bartender you didn't hear or really care about.

When she did look back at you her gaze was piecing along with her usual confident aura. Anyone who pulled off a suit the way Carol did had every right to some arrogance, especially as it somehow made her even more attractive.

"I don't think I've ever seen you in a dress before." Carol said with a knowing smile.

"I don't think you'll be seeing me in one ever again." You respond as you glance anywhere but Carol, unable to hold her intense gaze.

"I'll have to treasure the memory even more then. You look beautiful." Carol compliments and watches you blush.

"You clean up pretty nicely yourself, Captain."

You don't fail to notice the way her jaw tightens slightly at the title, but she's quick to pass it off when the bartender places two bottles down on the counter.

You realise you're still holding your champagne so you put it on the side to swap it with small bottle of beer, already taking a sip to have something to do instead of figiting under Carol's gaze.

"I didn't need you to say it, you know? You undressing me with your eyes was telling enough." You choked slightly on your drink the moment those words left her lips, embarrassment shooting down every last butterfly in your stomach.

"I-I wasn't- it was an accident- I mean! I- um..." Carol watched you ramble with an amused grin and took a sip of her beer herself.

You could feel your cheeks heating up and your fight or flight instincts kicking in.

"I was enjoying the attention." Carol smirked as she moved closer to you so the faint smell of her expensive perfume overtook your senses.

You had been so sure the whole night that Carol hadn't noticed what you were doing. You thought you had gotten away with it all. Natasha's tips on concealing emotions and thoughts were clearly paying off on Carol more than you.

"And its not like it's the first time." Carol almost whispered as her voice dropped in a way that went straight to your core.

The Captain placed a gentle but firm hand on your bare knee as she studied you. Her brown eyes flickered across your face while your own y/e/c eyes stayed fixed on hers.

"Is this a test?" You whispered under your breath.

"Perhaps." She whispered back as her fingers stroked your bare skin slowly. "I'm sure I could test you some other ways though." Her hand was along your thigh now. You desperetly wanted to grab it and pull it up further but you had to remember you were in a room full of very important people.

Carol noticed you glance around the room and must have known what you were thinking because she smirked slightly before withdrawing her hand and standing up from the stall.

"Come." She ordered. You felt goosebumps across your whole body and hoped it wouldn't be the last time you heard her say that tonight.

You restrained yourself to waiting a few seconds before following Carol in the most subtle way you could manage when you wanted to sprint over to her side.

You weren't really aware of where Carol was leading you, but once you rounded the corner away from the party you sped up to close the distance between you both.

After rounding a few corners of the complicated hallway you realised you had lost sight of the Captain. Just as you were about to risk calling out her name a strong hand gripped your forearm and pulled you out of the corridor and into Carol's arms.

Her lips were on yours instantly. She had you backed into a wall before you could comprehend any of what was happened but her kiss was so eager you returned it without any thought.

The blonde's lips were unbelievably soft. They felt perfect against your own as you tried to match her pace.

Her hands were cupping your face with surprising gentleness so you wrapped your hands around her neck to pull her impossibly closer, accidently pulling on a few strands and earning a low groan from her.

She bit down on your lip harshly, making you moan audibly until you were muffled by her tongue invading your mouth.

You could taste the beer both of you had barely started and something else that was strikingly Carol. It was intoxicating and you didn't want it to end.

The friction Carol sparked when she pressed one of her muscular thighs between your bare legs was sinfully blissful. You moaned into Carol's mouth when you felt her very deliberately press against your heat and apply a teasing amount of pressure to your throbbing clit.

"Carol." You whispered her name like a chant. She smirked against you as she turned her attention to you jaw then neck, nipping and sucking at the skin exposed to her. You arched your neck to give her more access and felt your breathing become laboured.

This probably wasn't helped by Carol's hand on your bare thigh, gripping the skin in a much firmer way than she had at the bar and venturing further up.

Her hand disappeared beneath your dress in no time, massaging every inch of skin she came across.

You couldn't help it. Her warm lips, her strong hands and invasive thigh made you feel lightheaded and you couldn't stop your instincts of grinding yourself on Carol's thigh.

You desperatly sought more friction that your Captain's thigh could produce. What started as small rotations of your hips soon turned into full on desperate grinding. Your thin panties were soaked and clung to your skin, you were sure you were going to leave patches on Carol's expensive suit trousers but both of you were far from caring.

You could feel Carol continue to smirk into your neck with each mewl that left your lips. She grabbed your hands and pinned them against the wall above your head and that somehow made you needier.

The beautiful friction against your clit was one that had you moaning Carol's name continuously. It didn't take long for the familiar coil to tighten in your power abdomen and making your movements increasingly erratic.

You bucked against your Captain as you sought you sweet release only to have it pulled away from you.

Carol stepped away with a shit eating grin as she watched you struggle to hold yourself against the wall and give her a confused look.

"Why?" Was all you could manage, embarrassingly out of breath.

"Because I can." She smirked. "Did you want to cum, baby? Do you want to feel your release?"

"Please." You said shamelessly as you gave her a pleading look from your vulnerable position.

"Then be a good girl and bend over that desk for me."

You hadn't even noticed you were in an office, too busy trying to get yourself off on Carol's thigh than take in your surroundings. You didn't hesitate to place your hands on the far side of the desk and bend yourself over it so your ass was out for Carol. You glanced behind you to see Carol smirking as she took in your appearance in the new position.

She stalked towards you and placed a hand on the back of your thigh while the other pushed your back down further into the table. Her hand trailed up under your dress before she ran her fingers over the material covering your ass. Her movements were slow and teasing, trying to enhance your desperation to a place you wouldn't come back from that night.

Her slim fingers dipped beneath the waistband of your panties and gradually pulled them down, subsequently allowing her fingers to brush over your ass.

Once the thin material dropped to your feet Carol had you spread your legs for her as far as you could while she lifted your dress over your hips.

You guessed she really did like the dress.

Your pussy pulled around nothing as it was exposed to the cold air of the room and Carol's teasing fingers ghosting over your skin.

"Eyes front." She said as she stood back. It was hard to resist the urge to turn around and look when you could hear Carol undoing her belt buckle.

You had to bite your lip to suppress a moan when the blonde brushed the silicone against your folds. You were both shocked and aroused at the discovery that the Captain had been packing all night. You wanted her more at the thought that she had planned this.

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt two slim fingers against your lips. You opened your mouth to allow Carol to slip her fingers in and tried not to moan around them at the heated gesture.

You sucked eagerly on Carol's fingers in an attempt to please her and hope it would give you some preparation for the girthy strap. It wouldn't.

You were caught off guard again when Carol continued to push her fingers forward, further than you were expecting at first then more than you could take. You gagged around her fingers and heard a chuckle from your sadistic Captain.

"Good girl." She whispered against your ear before biting down softly.

You were so caught up in the praise you almost forgot about the strap until Carol nudged it between your lips. You tried to grip onto the table more as she slowly pushed the head into your soaking pussy and moaned around her fingers still tickling the back of your throat.

You were extremely unprepared to take something that size, but that only spurred Carol on more and added to your arousal that had your lower lips slick for the strap to ease into you.

Once Carol was half way she paused when you started breathing heavily through your nose as you continued to suck her fingers. But the break was short and without any warning, the Captain thrust the rest of the girthy toy into your cunt.

You moaned around her fingers and pressed your head further into the desk. Carol barely gave you a chance to adjust to the filling of being so full. You're reminded of her impatient nature when she pulls the silicone toy out to the hilt before snapping her hips back against you and causing the strap to burry itself deep inside you again.

You knew Carol was strong and you had seen her doing hip thrusts in the gym before, but you had never imagined the force she would be able to muster when slamming the fake cock into you over and over.

Carol eventually took her fingers away from your mouth and wiped your saliva along the side of your neck before gripping it in her hands, threatening to cut off your breathing and blood flow.

Her pace never faulted. It brought you an intense amount of pleasure everytime that had you stumbling over your words.

'Carol...please...it's- I...so good." Was all you were able to say.

Her name fell from your lips over and over as your cunt clenched around the invading toy. It never failed to hit the hilt of your pussy and brushes against your most pleasurable spot, every movement made it brush some incredible nerve.

You moaned louder as you tried to fuck yourself back on her strap. You were so close to your orgasm and it had already been set up to be the best fuck you ever had so you were so desperate to finally reach it.

"Are you gonna cum for your Captain?" Carol asked as her thighs continued to slap against your own.

"Yes Captain! Please...I'm gonna-"

"Cum for me." She husks as she brings you over the edge and flying through your orgasm. You completely slump against the desk and Carol fucks you through your high.

White blanks appear in your vision but you're too out of it to care.

You're moaning, almost screaming, in the pleasure that's overwhelming you and you don't realise how sensitive you are until Carol continues to pound the strap into you.

"Carol..." You whine at her perfect pace. She's still going so hard, so fast, and fuck she's so deep inside you.

The vigor of her first fucking already had your pussy overworked and sensitive, and yet you can't stop yourself from incoherently begging her not to stop.

"Please Captain! Don...don't stop...so good- so good!" You cry out as another orgasm crashes over you.

You're shuddering now but still swimming in pleasure. You can't stop yourself from bucking yourself back against her.

Carol holds your hips down firmly as she thrusts the strap into your overworked cunt. They're less coordinated this time, more about establishing the control Carol has over you.

You can't form any words this time. The only sounds in the room is Carol's thighs slapping against yours, your whorish moans and the thick strap fucking your leaking pussy. You were vaguely aware of the audible sounds of your pussy before you break into your third earth shattering orgasm.

You're completly limp against the desk and trying your best to breathe normally.

Your pussy is throbbing and pulsing around the strap that Carol very slowly eases out of you and leaves you feeling extremly empty and sore. You know you're gonna be feeling it the next day.

"I don't think I can stand." You finally muttered weakly, not trusting your legs to even attempt to let go of the desk beneath you.

"You don't need to. Get on your knees." Carol ordered from behind you. You shivered at her words and tried to take a moment to compose yourself but the blonde was apparently growing impatient...again.

She held your hips with an iron grip and flipped you onto your back to see her towering over you. You used your arms to help you into a sitting position on the edge of the table before falling down onto you knees infront of your Captain.

Your knees ached from landing on the hard floor but you were much more focused on the smirk playing on Carol's soft lips.

"So obedient, such a good girl for me." Carol cooed as she ran her fingers through your hair and pulled you towards her now strapless core. You could see her pink folds glistening in arousal and you wanted nothing more than to taste her.

"Use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum, baby." Carol instructed.

You wasted no time. You licked an eager strip through the blonde's folds and moaned against her as you collected her wetness on your tongue. She was so sweet and you were instantly addicted.

You did this a few more times, pushing your tongue further between her folds everytime until you couldn't hold off anymore.

You gripped the back of Carol's thighs and sunk your tongue between her folds. The moan she gave in response made your stomach flip and swell with pride. It was like discovering a new song you wanted to listen to on repeat.

You retracted your tongue and began sucking softly on Carol's wet folds to taste as much of her wetness as your could. You then switched your attention to her throbbing clit and sucked it harshly into your mouth.

"Fuck so good! You've got such a good mouth." Carol praised continuously as you pulled out all of your tricks in hopes of pleasing her.

You kept alternating between fucking her with your tongue as deeply as you could to taking her neglected bud in your mouth. Your efforts soon paid off.

Carol grinded herself against your mouth as she cursed and praised you amongst moans. She was gripping your hair so tightly you couldn't help but moan into her, aiding her pleasure.

"I'm gonna cum, fuck!" She gasped out as you sucked as harshly as you could on her clit.

Her bundle of nerves pulsed in your mouth and you could feel her cunt clenching around nothing as she came with a cry of your name.

She sounded so good when she came. You wanted to hear it again, to see her. But once Carol had finished her high and you had lapped up every last bit of her white liquid she pushed you back gently.

She sat back on the dest as she regained her steady breathing and tapped her lap as she smiled at you.

You had just about enough strength mustered in your legs to allow you to stand up from your position and sit on Carol's lap.

She wrapped an arm around your waist and cupped your cheek with her hand to pull you in for a kiss. She smiled against you as she tasted herself on your lips and kissed you longingly.

"You were everything I dreamed you would be, baby. You did so good for me." You blushed under her praise and buried your head in the crook of her neck in exhaustion but mainly comfort.

Neither of you had any intentions to return to the party after that.

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the billboard said the end is near | b.b.

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 | 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

pairing: bucky barnes x fem!reader

warnings: language, possible tfatws spoilers, canon typical violence, bucky is soft and loves his doll and will do anything to keep her safe

word count: 2184

summary: bucky is protective over what has given him solace.

note: here's tawlb part 4! you don’t have to read these in order, they stand independently, but they do all work together! PLEASE leave feedback/reblog! this is extremely helpful for me writing future parts to know what everyone likes or doesn’t like!

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chaos has always controlled your life.

in all of the best ways, and all of the worst ones, too. in the best ways, it has allowed you to not take life too seriously. it has allowed you to let things roll off your shoulders and keep your easy breezy demeanor. you like to think that you don’t allow the little things to affect you-- you also note that it’s because the big things have been so all consuming.

who knew that turning to dust for five years would turn your life into such a shit show?

the five years hadn’t felt like five years to you at all. it felt like one day, you had been laying on your couch watching tv, and then five years later you were appearing in someone else’s apartment. all of your things, gone.

you will never forget their screams as they watched you materialize from nothing.

of course, you can’t blame them. and it wasn’t just this apartment. the screams and the chaos broke through the entire building. people busting from doors, crying and scrambling to use their cell phones, to see if this was really happening.

the couple that had moved into your apartment after you dusted had been kind, all things considered. the woman had held you and you could feel her crying and she kept saying do you have family? do you know their numbers?

finally, you couldn’t help yourself. you had asked, “what happened to me?”

“you’ve been gone for five years, honey.”

these sorts of revelations had ruled your life for the months since you came back.

like when you called your boyfriend only to find out that he was engaged.

like when you found out that you certainly didn’t have a job anymore.

like when you found out that you had no apartment, no savings, no anything. nothing left.

it has been over a year since the blip and you are still feeling the repercussions from it. you are still feeling the hurt of having your life upended, you are still feeling the hurt of missing a life that went on without you. it’s hard not to daydream about what could’ve been. what could’ve stayed the same.

then bucky looks at you, and you’re reminded that not all change is bad.

change is hard but you know that he kisses you and it makes your brain fuzzy, he lays you back on your mattress and he stays with you until the sun rises. change is hard but you introduce him as my boyfriend, james to every new person you meet and you watch as he smiles and pride lingers in his eyes and he carefully places his arm around your shoulders. change is hard but he doesn’t wear the gloves around you anymore.

change is hard, but bucky is better than any of it.

he’s been gone more than normal lately.

of course, you understand. and, really, you think it might be good for him. not the fighting-- while you understand the benefit it has for him, the purpose that it gives him, that’s not the thing that you believe serves him best. no, it is sam. it is sam’s family. it is knowing that there are other people out there in the world who are looking at him the same way that you look at him.

okay, maybe not exactly the same.

bucky had sent you a text from that stupid dinky flip phone that morning, saying that he would be home that night. the implications go unsaid.

you and the winter soldier have formed quite the routine-- he has a key to your apartment on his keyring (it’s a disney princess key. it’s the only spare that you had, and the laughter that erupted from you had made him relent in trying to barter for the cat printed key you have). he’s going to let himself in, probably around ten. you’ll already have the chinese takeout spread out on the table. you’ll spread your arms out and do little jazz hands towards the food and you’ll say, “ta-da.”

and you will watch as the tension in his shoulders starts to ease and he sets his duffel bag down in your entryway and he will cross the room to you. his arms will snake around your waist and his face will be buried into the crook of your neck. he will sigh and you will stroke his hair and you will say, “welcome home, buck.”

but now, it is nine. it is nine and you are curled up on your couch and kitty rests in your lap and you feel yourself growing antsy waiting for bucky to come home. she looks up at you and lets out that little trill as you scratch her head and you smile.

the smiling doesn’t last long.

the building that you and bucky live in is not swanky by any means. it was built in the 40s, with creaky floors and ugly carpeted hallways. the walls are thin and you can hear everything-- really, everything. and the shouting and commotion is certainly not typical.

you move to stand just as the door bursts--or explodes, you’re not sure which is the better word-- open. a scream leaves your lips and you hold onto your cat for dear life, scrambling back into your bedroom and clicking the door behind you. your limbs are shaking and you nearly trip over your dresser and your cat nearly claws your arm off.

you hear bucky before you see him.

“you really think i wasn’t gonna find out about this little stunt?” you’ve never heard his voice like this-- so low, so full of absolute rage. “you’re out of your fucking mind.”

the other person is stammering and though you don’t see the blow that bucky lands on their face, you do hear the aftermath. bucky is talking to someone and you finally set your cat down and you hear bucky on the other side of the door. “doll, it’s me.”

you open the door and look at him with a pounding heart and shaking hands. he looks just as shaken, but more than that-- he’s angry. his fists are clenched at his sides. “buck--” you lay a hand on your chest and you try to gain control of your breathing and you can see that he is doing the same. “what happened?”

bucky hesitates. you watch the gears turning in his head, and it makes your head tilt to the side. “bucky, i’m not kidding-- tell me.”

“we were on our way back and sam got a tip from torres that the flag smashers were--” he cringes even at the thought and he shakes his head. “they were going to try and--”

you watch as he struggles to say it, to really say it, and you touch his face. the touch seems to open him up. his hand takes your wrist and he rubs his thumb along the bone. “they wanted to take you as a hostage.”

a hostage.

bucky opens his mouth to say something else as you blink, trying to wrap your mind around the fact that someone wanted to take you as a hostage, but sam interrupts him. “sharon’s got the guy in cuffs downstairs,” he says in your doorway. when you look, you can see that a mess has been made of your living room-- and not the sort of mess that you create. no, it is a mess of destruction and chaos. “i’m gonna head out. call me if you need anything, i’m staying in town.”

bucky nods and you muster up your best smile to sam and then you look at bucky and you say quietly, “can we go to your apartment?”

he nods and you scoop up kitty and you pad down the hall beside him, still in your loungewear and fuzzy socks. you notice that he constantly keeps a hand on you. whether it’s his fingers tangling with yours or his arm around your shoulders or his palm pressed into the small of your back-- you know exactly what it is that he’s doing, and you lean into every touch, hoping that the contact whispers i’m here, i’m here, i’m here, and you are not losing me.

kitty drops to the floor and, surprisingly, it’s bucky that speaks before you do. “you’re gonna move in here. with me.” he stares at you firmly. “i’m gonna make sure that you’re safe. and the safest place you can be is with me.”

you open your mouth to reply but he continues. “i can’t--” you watch the gears in his head turning, the scenarios turning over and over and over again in his mind. “i can’t lose you.”

“buck…” you move over to him and you place your hands on his face. his eyes are fixed on the wall behind your head, and you watch as guilt overcomes him and you can practically hear him saying if i hadn’t been there in time… “bucky, you’re not going to.”

you feel his hands fist into the material of your t shirt and he holds you even closer. “i’ll move in with you,” you finally whisper against the stubble of his jaw. “and not just for safety. because i want to live with you.”

bucky pulls away and he looks at you with a wobbling lip and you shush him. “i’m okay,” you whisper and you lean your forehead on his. “i’m okay, and i’m here, and i’m staying.”

“okay.”

his hand caresses the back of your head and you touch the place where his heart is. you watch his shoulders rise and fall, you watch his eyes flutter shut and you see some of the tension finally seep out of his pores. he opens his eyes at you and he looks so tired.

“i sleep on the floor,” he blurts it as he pulls away slightly. for a moment, it looks like he regrets it, the way that he winces slightly. “i don’t like… i don’t like sleeping in the bed. it’s too… soft. i always slept in your bed when i stayed over because i didn’t want you to wake up and i wasn’t there.”

“bucky…” you lean into every single place that he touches. “i’ll sleep on the floor with you.”

an incredulous sort of laugh leaves bucky as he stares down at you. he shakes his head a bit. “i don’t want you to do that.”

“i don’t care,” you say with a steely resolve and confident defiance, jutting your chin up at him. “because i’m sleeping next to you. tonight, and every night after. i don’t care where. i’ll never care where.”

bucky’s exhale is shaky and broad arms encircle your waist entirely, drawing you in closer and closer. his face presses into your neck, the exact way that you had imagined him coming home to you hours earlier. you can feel his lips pressing into your skin, can feel the sheer need in it. “i don’t deserve you,” every movement of his lips against your neck is entirely felt, sending sparks through your limbs. “i don’t know what i did to get this lucky.”

“shh,” you rake your fingernails down his scalp and you can feel his fingers gripping you tighter. “if you say that stupid shit again, i’ll kill you. you deserve me.” you tap his chin and he fixes his gaze on you. “and i deserve you. we deserve each other. we deserve to be happy. together. and i’m tired of people thinking otherwise.”

bucky finally cracks a smile. “you’re very stubborn.”

“i thought you liked that about me.”

“i love that about you.” he takes a beat. “among other things.”

you bite down on your lip and finally lean up on your tiptoes. “i promise i’ll be a good roommate.”

“that’s bullshit,” he says and his hands find the curve of your waist once more, traveling to your hips. “i’m going to be cleaning up after you every damn day.”

“yeah, probably.” your hand goes to the back of his head. “it will feel safe. staying here.”

bucky’s nose trails up the side of your face. “good.” he presses his lips to your jaw. “i’m sorry about your apartment. that fucker would’ve been dead if you weren’t there.” he grows more serious again. “i would never let anyone get away with anything like that. i will never let it get that far again, doll. i swear to god.”

“bucky,” you breathe. “i know. it’s okay.” you take his hand and you pull a few blankets off his couch, toss down a few pillows. “let’s go to sleep.”

there’s a twinkle in his eye as he watches you shuffle around his apartment, putting together a makeshift bed on the floor. you fluff the pillows before setting them down and you give him a smile that tells him everything is going to be alright.

even though he says you moving in is about keeping you safe… he sleeps that night on the hardwood, holding you, and he feels safer too.

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