#i finished two of these in one day i am a god /j

[starryblueeyesandstarryblueskies]

The Princess and The Pogue | J. M.

Pairing: JJ Maybank x reader

Summary: Your daughter comes home from school telling you about a local OBX fairytale. It turns out it’s about you and your husband.

Listen to But Daddy I Love Him for full experience

Requested by @idontevenknowbsblog

A/N: This turned out way longer and more angsty than I had anticipated but I’m a sucker for the angst. I just can’t help it. I’m sorry this took me a million years to finish!

As I am an adult, all characters I write for are written as adults. Any minor characters will be aged up to the general range of their actor’s age.

Warnings: allusions to domestic abuse, controlling parents, forced engagement, so much fucking angst, only kinda proofread

Word Count: 3.5k

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Your daughter’s tiny feet press against the back of your seat as you head home after picking her up from school.

“Mia, stop kicking,” You laugh, “Mommy’s trying to drive.”

“Sorry, Mommy.” Your daughter giggles. “I’m just so happy today!”

“I’m so glad you're happy, Baby.” You smile at the five year old in the rearview mirror. “What did you do at school today?”

“We got to draw all our shapes today and we sang the alphabet song a bunch of times!”

“Ooh sounds like a fun day.”

She claps excitedly. “Oh and Kylie’s older sister told us a fairytale at recess!”

“A fairytale? Very cool. What was it about?”

“Did you know a princess used to live here? A long time ago. She ran away with a pogue because her evil king father wouldn’t let them be together.”

Your eyes widen at her words, a small smile forming on your face as she tells the story that takes you back to what seems like a lifetime ago.

-

“Mom, I’m headed out,” you yelled through the foyer.

“Ok, hun.” Your mom poked her head over the stairwell. “Just don’t stay out too late. We have that business lunch with the Cameron’s tomorrow and it’s very important that you be there.”

“I’ll be back in a few hours,” you promise, “besides I’m just going to hang out with Sarah.”

“We just love that you and Ward Cameron’s daughter are friends. It looks so good for your father’s business for the families to be close. Especially with you set to inherit the company someday.”

With Ward Cameron being the biggest real estate developer in the Outer Banks and your dad owning the biggest construction company, the two men worked closely on most of their deals. They were also the closest thing to friends that either of the men had. The two richest men in the island made for a powerful team.

“Glad I can help you keep up appearances,” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that, hun?”

“Always happy to help the family.” You gave your mother a forced smile and made your escape, slipping outside and into Sarah’s waiting car.

“Ready to go see your man?” She grins at you and you return the gesture.

“God, yes.“

-

You hadn’t expected to fall in love with JJ Maybank. Considering the very different lives the two of you led it was surprising the two of you ever even crossed paths, but that was one of the perks of being Sarah’s friend. When she fell in love with John B and got involved with the pogues she dragged you along with her.

It wasn’t like you had anything against the pogues. In fact, you had admired them from afar your whole life. Their freedom and adventures were something you envied, forever stuck in your kook bubble. You didn’t have a choice but to follow the plan your parents had created for you.

JJ, on the other hand, hated kooks with a passion. He had a hard enough time with Sarah joining the group and when she brought you in, arguably the even bigger kook princess with the even bigger kook king of a father, he vowed to himself he would never accept you. After all, you represented everything he hated, the life he always dreamed of but would never attain.

He would sneer and call you “princess”, his voice dripping with disdain, doing everything in his power to piss you off, but you didn’t mind. You loved his passion and the way he would do anything to protect the people he cared about. You ignored his insults, treating him just as well as you would anyone else.

Before he knew it, your soft words and beaming smile had softened JJ. He began to actually look forward to your presence in the group, feeling sad when you couldn’t get away from your parents to spend time with them. Then, one day the two of you were the only ones to show up to a pogue hang out. You ended up spending hours just talking and getting to know each other. The rest was history and you had been together from that day forward.

Unfortunately, you knew that your parents would never let you spend time around a pogue, let alone be in a relationship with one. So, like Sarah and John B, you and JJ had to keep your relationship hidden. Thanks to the help of the pogues, the two of you had been successfully seeing each other behind your parents’ backs for over a year.

-

“I’ll be back to pick you up at 8:00,” Sarah reminds you. She pulls up to the little cove where you and JJ liked to meet. “We only have a couple of hours tonight because of that lunch tomorrow. Don’t want our families to get suspicious.”

You nod. “Got it. I’ll see you then.” You slip out of her car. “Tell John B I said hi.”

“Will do.”

She pulls away as you make your way around the rocks hiding the entrance to your spot.

“Hi, princess.” Your boyfriend grins at you in the orange light of the sunset, pulling you into a hug.

“JJ,” You breathe him in, soaking up the comfort he gives you. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby. Four days without you is four days too much.” JJ leads you over to the blanket on the sand, sitting back so you can settle between his legs.

“I know. I’m sorry, I just couldn’t get away much this week. My parents are going crazy about this lunch tomorrow.”

“Aren’t they always crazy?” JJ jokes, poking your side. You squirm a little bit, trying to escape his prodding.

“I mean, yeah. They’re just extra crazy this week.” You settle further into his chest, JJ giving up his attack in exchange for wrapping his arms securely around you. He nuzzles his head into the side of your neck. “But, it’s okay because at least we have right now.”

“How long do we have until Sarah comes back to pick you up?”

You let out a sigh. “Two hours.”

“That’s it? Damn.”

“I’m sorry, J.” You look back apologetically, but he just shakes his head.

“Hey, don’t apologize. We just have to make the most of the time we have, like usual. It won’t be like this forever.”

“Right.” You give him a small smile, turning back to face the sunset before he can see the doubt in your eyes. You hoped JJ was right, but you had no idea how things would ever change.

As expected, your time together flew by too quickly and before you knew it Sarah was back to take you home.

JJ was reluctant to let you out of his embrace. “We’re still on for tomorrow night, right? After you finish up with all your kook business?”

“Of course, baby. I wouldn’t miss it.” You give him one last goodbye kiss, distracting him long enough to slip out from his arms. He pouts, but lets you go, knowing if it was your choice you would never leave.

-

You stare numbly at the wall, unable to will yourself to move from your position balled up on the bed. You aren’t sure how long you've been laying there looking at nothing. You didn’t feel anything, having cried out all your tears hours ago. A buzzing sounds from the other side of the room, your phone going off once again, but you don’t pick it up. It’s probably Sarah calling again to see if you’re okay after what happened at lunch. You’re not.

Having sat in silence for so long, you jump when you hear a rattling at your window. It takes you a minute to clamber over to the window with the lights out in your room. You hadn’t realized how dark it had become outside.

You peek out warily, trying to determine the source of the noise. “Shit.” You mumble under your breath as you realize JJ is perched in the tree closest to your room.

You unlatch the door so he can climb inside, turning away from him quickly. You’re thankful for the darkness in that moment as you scramble to make yourself look presentable, flattening your hair and wiping at your face. You pull down the sleeves of the massive sweatshirt you’re wearing, one you stole from JJ months ago, making sure you are completely covered.

“JJ, what are you doing here,” you whisper, “What if someone sees you?”

“I was worried about you. You were supposed to meet me hours ago, remember?” He sounds frustrated.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I totally forgot.” You run your hand down your face stressed. “I didn’t mean to stand you up.”

“You forgot? Y/N, I’ve been calling and texting for hours.” JJ moves closer, but you step back. “I thought something bad had happened.”

He takes another step back. Again you back away, trying to keep him from seeing your face. Brows furrowed, JJ moves towards you again. This time you can’t move away fast enough, bumping your dresser as you try to get away.

“Woah, wait.” JJ takes your face in gentle hands. “Have you been crying?”

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.” You try to pull away, but he doesn’t let you off that easily.

“Baby, what’s going on? Is it something I did?” The worry in his eyes brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes. You shake your head, willing them not to fall.

“No, no. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Something with Sarah?” You shake your head again.

“Your parents?” That stills you. “It is your parents. What is it? Did something happen at lunch?”

You don’t answer.

“Talk to me, baby. I can’t make it better if I don’t know what’s wrong.” JJ’s voice is so sincere and his touch so soft. He really thinks he’ll be able to fix whatever the problem is.

You gather your strength and gently pull away from him, not wanting to see the look in his eyes when you tell him.

“My father and Ward Cameron have decided that it is in the best interest of their respective businesses for our families to be officially joined.”

“What on earth does that mean?”

You feel like you're going to be sick, but you force the words out anyway. “I am set to be married to Rafe Cameron.” You keep your eyes on the floor, waiting for JJ’s response. He stays silent.

“I had no idea they had this planned until my parent’s announced it at lunch.”

“What do you mean you’re marrying Rafe Cameron?” He tries to keep his voice calm. But you can hear the venom behind his words anyway. “You can’t just marry Rafe.”

“I don’t have a choice, JJ. They practically signed my ownership papers over to Rafe right there.”

JJ is pacing your room now, hands constantly running through his hair. “He can’t just do that. You’re an adult, Y/N. Tell him no.”

“I can’t tell him no JJ.” He stops in front of you, the look on his face half shock half anger.

“What are you talking about? You can’t just tell me that your father is marrying you off to Rafe and not even try to fight him on it.” You turn from his intense gaze, unable to handle it any longer.

‘Y/N-” JJ reaches for your arm to turn you around and you flinch back hissing in pain. Your sleeve rides up, revealing a number of dark bruises.

“I tried talking him out of it, JJ. He made it clear saying no wasn’t an option.”

JJ seethes, body tense with anger. “He hurt you.” It’s not a question which is just as well because you have no response.

“I’m gonna kill him.” He growls.

You lay your palms flat against his chest. “No, you’re not. We can’t make this situation any worse than it already is.”

“He can’t just get away with this!” JJ’s voice rises with his anger and you shush him quickly, looking back at your door.

“Please, Y/N.” His voice cracks on your name. “Things can’t just end like this.”

The pain in his words breaks your heart. You let the tears fall freely, unable to hold back the emotion any longer.

“I’m so sorry, JJ.” He cradles your face in his hands like he did at the beginning of the night. “There’s nothing either of us can do to change this.” JJ brushes his thumbs against your cheeks, brushing at the tears. “You should go.”

“No, Y/N.” He has tears running down his face too. “I can’t leave you like this.”

“Please, JJ. You have to go before something wakes him up. I don’t know what he’ll do if he finds you here.”

JJ’s eyes flit down to your wrists, taking in the bruises once more before he nods slowly. He won’t be the reason your father hurts you again. You lips press against his slowly, both of you pouring all the love you have for each other into the kiss.

“I love you,” you whisper against his lips.

“I love you, too. Always.”

With those last words, he slips back out your window, closing it quietly behind him. You watch as he climbs back down the tree and crosses the property. As he finally fades out of blue, you sink down to your floor, your knees unable to hold the weight of your body as it’s wracked with sobs.

-

You don’t leave your room for days. All you can do is lay in your bed and cry, mourning the loss of the man you love and the life you had planned.

If it was up to you, you would never leave that room. Unfortunately, your parents have other plans. They parade you and Rafe all over town, making sure everyone on the island knows the two of you are “madly in love” and engaged to be married in the spring. The whole pageantry of it makes you sick.

The cherry on top of the whole ordeal is the engagement party that you parents planned for the weekend. They rented out the whole club and invited every kook on the island. You’re pretty sure it’s your own personal hell.

Sarah pins one last curl to your head. “Done. You look beautiful.”

You give her a small smile that didn’t reach your eyes. “Thanks, Sarah.” You were dressed in a white sundress that your mother had bought for the party and Sarah had done your hair and makeup to perfection. The whole look was stunning, but you just feel like a trophy being shown off.

Sarah gives you a sympathetic look. “You ready for this?”

“No. But I have to be.”

It takes everything in you to keep a smile pasted on your face as Rafe takes your hand and leads you out to the throng of people. Everyone smiles and hugs you, offering their congratulations. You do your best to seem gracious and excited, but all you feel is emptiness and the faces move before you in a blur.

You make it two hours into the party before you can’t take it any longer. The panic that has been creeping up your throat all night takes hold and you have to break away. You excuse yourself from Rafe, claiming a need to run to the bathroom. He gives you a harsh look and makes you promise to hurry back, but ultimately lets you go.

You hurry away from prying eyes, not letting yourself break until you get inside. Chest heaving, you gulp down air like you’ve just run a marathon. One of your hands is pressed against your chest, the other braced against the walls to hold you up as you stumble towards the bathroom.

Before you can make it more than a few feet an arm catches you around the waist, pulling you into an alcove you had never noticed. You stumble back, trying to pull yourself together, not wanting whoever grabbed you to see your harried state.

“Hey, hey. It’s just me.”

Familiar hands rub up and down your arms, grounding you. You look up to see the blue eyes that you love so much.

“JJ,” you whisper, breaths still coming fast and hard.

“It’s okay, baby. Just breathe.”

JJ holds you close as you will your body to calm, feeling safe for the first time all night.

“What are you doing here?”

“I had to see you, talk to you.”

You sigh, looking at him with sad eyes. “As happy as I am that you’re here, you have to go. If anyone sees you. My father, or Rafe-”

“What if you didn’t have to worry about them anymore?”

“JJ, we’ve been over this. I can’t break this engageme-”

“What if we just left? You and me. Right now.” His eyes bore into yours, willing you to see the possibility.

You can’t act like you haven’t had the same thought yourself, but you just didn’t see how it would be possible. “How would that work, JJ? My father controls my whole life. My money, my future, everything.”

“You don’t need anything he has to give you, Y/N.” His voice is pleading.

“JJ…”

“We can figure it out. You have a degree, I have experience. We’ll get jobs. We’ll make it work.” He reaches a hand into his pocket. “I know I can’t give you a life like this-”

“I don’t want a life like this.”

“-but I will do everything in my power to give you a good life, to make you happy.” He holds up a simple, beautiful band of silver. “Will you marry me?”

You stare up at him with wide eyes. “Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. Say you’ll marry me. We can leave right now. I have a plan to get us off the island. Your parents won’t know until it’s too late. Just say yes, please.”

“Yes, yes.” You nod vigorously. “I’ll marry you.”

You rip off the gaudy ring currently on your hand and JJ replaces it with the silver band. He kisses you so deeply you think you see stars.

“I love you, JJ Maybank,” you whisper when you part.

“I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N, so much.”

You could stay in that moment forever, but you both know you don’t have time to waste. JJ begins to pull you to a side exit, but you stop him. There’s one last thing you have to do before you leave.

You find a piece of paper, scribbling out a few quick words and titling to your father.

Have fun explaining to the Cameron’s that your daughter ran off with a pogue

Y/N Y/L/N

You set the folded paper on the center table, placing Rafe’s ring next to it.

“Ready to get off this island?”

You grab JJ’s hand. “God, yes.”

-

JJ was right, the two of you figured it out. You both found jobs on the mainland and created a happy life for yourselves. You and JJ got married a few months after you ran off and Mia came along a few years later.

You had kept in touch with the pogues of course and they let you know when your father and Ward Cameron’s businesses had come crashing down, forcing the two men off the island. They had no power anymore, so eight years later you decided to move back to your home. People had gossiped at first, but they moved on to the next big thing when they realized that neither you nor JJ cared what they had to say. You wanted to be in the place where you grew up and fell in love, and you wanted Mia to be surrounded by the friends that you called your family.

Mia was just about bouncing in her seat by the time you got home. You hurried to get her out of her carseat so she could rush inside and see her dad. Friday’s were always her favorite because JJ got off work early and was already home by the time you brought her back from school.

She pulled you along by the hand as she continued on about her fairytale. “The evil king disappeared and they lived happily ever after.”

JJ scooped Mia up as the two of you entered the house, making the little girl squeal in delight.

“Daddy!”

“Who lived happily ever after, Mia-mine?” She giggled as he burrowed his face in her little belly.

“The princess and the pogue!”

JJ’s eyes met yours over Mia, giving you an intrigued look.

“Kylie’s older sister told her a fairytale at lunch about a couple that used to live on the island.” You tell him with a knowing grin.

“A fairytale? That’s awesome, baby.” JJ lowers Mia back down to her feet. “Hey, why don’t you go wash up and Mommy and I will make you a snack.”

“Okay, Daddy!” The little girl runs off happily.

You make your way to the kitchen, JJ coming up behind you and snaking his arms around your waist. “So the princess and the pogue, huh?” He smirks as you turn to face him.

“Who knew we’d become an OBX fairytale?” You reply.

“It makes sense. It doesn’t get much more ‘happily ever after’ than this. Right, princess?”

You give him a gentle kiss. “Right, pogue.”

~

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[iaeriy]

unexpected II // joão fèlix x reader

summary: things can get strange at first without knowing.. but for a birthday surprise.. it turns out to be a huge moment for your boyfriend as you two settle in for some changes. // pregnancy makes its way through your life, tests and a appointment changing up your way.

word count; 4.5k

warnings: spanish translated sentences! (a few yet again..) pregnancy, mention of sex and vomit, crying, ultra sound and fluff,

a/n; can y’all believe it took me one solid day to finish the second part..so far i’ve also written down the summaries on the chapter..possibly 8 chapters coming out! anyways hope you guys enjoy!!

you quickly dailed your phone hoping for the response of your best friend, she had always told you when it came to a moment like this to dial her right away. slowly the phone rang as you got up walking to the bathroom again, “pick up pick up..” you murmured before she picked up the call, “hey! what’s up?” she said through the line, you were now roaming through your closet finding what to wear as you held your phone to your ear tightly. “hey so, this is kind of an emergency.. i need to run to the store really quick..” you said slowly speaking, you heard her say, “uh huh” through the speaker, “..and i missed my period being late for two weeks..and i got a call yesterday about my clinic checkup for my birth control..” you said before your friend gasped loudly, “DONT TELL ME YOU’RE PREGNANT. OH MY GOD!!!” she said squealing as you giggled, “i’m not sure..i’m hoping i am but am hoping am not at the same time..we’ve been talking about it for about a few months now..even when j holds his niece he starts begging me for a baby, am not quite sure yet, lils..” you said, finding an outfit before grabbing the pants and your sweatshirt walking back to the bedroom, the little jingle of flokis collar chasing you around.

“hmm..it’s okay! we’ll see, i’ll come by and pick you up in maybe about twenty to thirty minutes?” she said as you hummed in response, “okay! sounds perfect then, miss sequiera!” she said happily as you blushed at the nickname shes been giving you for the past 2 years of you and joao’s relationship. you giggled, “okay, i’ll be done soon. bye bye.” you said before hanging up, putting on your clothes on. a pair of white loose pants and a brown sweat shirt will do for the day, you looked down at floki who was laying down on the carpet. “you’ve been following me around since yesterday..what’s wrong?” you said bending down to pet his head, he looked up at you as you giggled, “come on, let’s go do your routine of the day.” you said before getting up carefully, hearing the little sounds from his collar he got up as you made your way downstairs.

you walked to the laundry room where his small station of food and treats were placed, something that joão had made ever since you surprised him with floki for his last birthday. you grabbed his bag of food before opening it up as you poured some of his food into his bowl, the small brown dog already doing twirls as you giggled at him before putting his food back up. “here you go..” you said watching him walk to his bowl as he began eating, you giggled before walking to the kitchen finding something to eat, you grabbed the box of strawberries opening it up as you placed a few in a bowl washing them with water. you moved around the kitchen looking for a knife to cut the green stem leaf off as you cut up the strawberries before putting them on your bowl. throwing the access of the fruit into the trash then putting back the strawberries into the fridge before lastly plcing the knife in the sknk.

you sat on the counter isle on the chair, before stuffing your mouth with a strawberry, you heard the little bells again before rolling your eyes watching floki plop down next to your chair. “seriously! what is up with you? you specifically never follow me and it’s mainly joão..” you said before finishing your last strawberry before the brown dog got up running back to his food, you giggled getting off the chair, walking over to the sink placing your bowl in the sink before you made your way to the living room then to the big mirror right infront of the sofa. you stood there for a bit as you rasied your shirt to your tummy, the bump nearly forming..your hand placing on your stomach. “little blip..” you said tapping on your stomach giggling before putting your shirt down, your phone chiming from the text message before looking down at it. lily was already outside waiting for you as you grabbed your stuff before looking down at floki, “you can’t come.. go play with your toy over there, you see it!” you said watching him run off to get it, you giggled again before opening the door and walking out the house, walking to the car and getting in.

“hey there miss sequeira! you ready for your big day..” liliana said smirking at you as you rolled your eyes, “am not too sure about this..” you said putting your seatbelt on, “you’ll be fine! we’ll just run to the store, grab a pack of tests then go to my house since its near the clinic and then we go to the clinic, you’ll be okay. i’ll be with you.” she said smiling at you as you giggled, “okay lets go now!” she said driving to the store, your hands cupping your stomach. is this actually happening? after you constantly, and constantly kept saying when you were younger you wanted a baby yourself. so many stuff going through your mind, you were so distracted you were barely paying attention to what lils was saying. “are you listening?” she said before you looked at her, “oops sorry..” you said before she giggled, “it’s okay.. don’t worry about it, besides your tummy is just right there. you can’t really see it with the baggy clothes you’re wearing. is that what you plan on doing?” she said before turning near the store, “yeah..i don’t think i plan on telling him until maybe soon. i’ll see what we have going on by the next week..” you said before she parked the car. “well that’s good..let’s just run in there grab the tests and then go back home!” she said smiling before you whined.

“ugh..im already scared..” you said before she held your hand, “don’t, i’ll be here like always and watch. i promise.” she said before you smiled before she got out the car, you opened the car door getting out before you two walked inside the store. you grabbed a cart walking to the health area, before looking to the side and there it was. the pregnancy tests. “here grab two just to make sure even tho we’ll be going to the clinic, i’ll pay for them.” she said before you grabbed the blue ones and the pink ones, you gulped not knowing what will happen. “now let me push the cart! i need to grab some stuff from the makeup isle!” she said as you giggled at her reaction before you moved away from the cart letting her push it. “do you need anything else y/n?” she said as you shook your head, “no thanks, i should be okay lils..” you said before she smiled at you, “okay let’s go pag now then!” she said before you followed her behind to the self check out.

you watched her pay the stuff, your eyes never leaving the pregnancy tests before she put them in a seperate bag. “that’s for you miss sequiera, now hold the bag!” liliana said as you blushed smacking her arm playfully, “be quiet..” you said before bursting out a giggle, “let’s go back to my place now..” she said grabbing her bags from the items she purchased as you two walked out the store and into the parking lot, she opened the back of her car putting her bags in. “you’re putting them in the back or taking them with you?” she said as you shook your head, “with me..i need to read the back..” you said as she laughed before you rolled your eyes getting in the passenger seat.

you looked at both tests, the pink and blue one as you gulped. “i’m not too sure about this.. how do i have to hide it from j..” you said before she looked over at you driving to her place, “hmm..for now until whatever you want to do, wear his shirts. after all they’re oversized on you and you cannot tell, so you’ll be okay..” she said, a smile forming in your face before resting your arm against the window then your head, “i even threw up in the fucking morning after me and him had sex last night..” you murmured before she bursted out laughing, “typical y/n and joão activity, who knows what miss or mister baby must’ve felt.” she said as you whined, “oh my god..! please don’t say that.. i’m not even sure right now.” you said covering your face with your hands, coming out muffled as she smiled, “it probably is a baby in you y/n..you’ll be fine.” you said as she parked the car, you sighed loudly before grabbing the bag.

you got out the car before she got out with you, holding onto the bag you went inside. you sighed before grabbing a disposable plastic cup, “you’re peeing into the cup?” she said looking at you, you nodded your head as she shook her head, “THATS THE WHOLE POINT!” you said before she laughed at your temper, “okay okay, go in there and just do what u gotta do.” she said smiling at you, “okay..wish me luckkk..” you said before you walked to the bathroom, opening the door going in.

approximately five to 6 minutes later..

1:26 pm

after placing 3 tests into the cup you washed your hands waiting for the results, “how’s it going in there!” she said before you dried your hands with a towel, “i’m doing okay!” you said before walking over to the cup, you grabbed one of the tests out and..

pregnant.

your eyes widening as you felt your heart racing quickly, before grabbing the other one out again.

pregnant.

you looked at the pink one before grabbing it out the cup, your eyes widening again. all three were positive and confirmed pregnant. you put both three on the counter before opening the door, “let me see..” liliana said as you nodded your head letting her pass through before she looked down at the counter, a happy squeal coming out of her before she hugged you, you were happy as small tears were coming out of you. it felt like a dream, like none of this was happening. an actual human forming in your stomach, she pulled away from you from the hug looking at you. “you’re going to be a mommy, can you believe it!?” she said as you smiled before giggling, “mhm..” you said wiping your tears, “should we go to the clinic now?” she said as you shook your head, “the doctor said to wait dor a call to confirm my appointment..” you said before she nodded her head. you went back in to the bathroom, closing the lids from the test putting them in your bag to hide them for now until surprising joão.

you and liliana were now sitting down outside in her patio enjoying the view and having conversations about what so ever, she was the boyfriend of fermin lopez, your boyfriends best friend you could say, they’re always seen doing things together. suddenly your phone rang before picking it up, “hello?” you spoke, gladly and luckily it was the clinic calling to confirm an appointment for your checkup since you never returned for birth control. “okay thank you! uh huh, bye bye!” you said before hanging up checking the time, 1:50, the appointment would approximately be at 2:30. “should we go now? the drive is about 30 minutes isn’t it?” you said as she shook her head, “about 25, we can go now tho, then we can stop by and get something to eat?” she said before you nodded your head, she got up before you got up as well.

“you nervous?” she said as you shook your head, “not really..hopefully..” you said before she giggled, “you’ll be okay, i’ll be in there with you.” she said as you smiled at her before walking out the house, she unlocked the car..you got in the passenger seat sitting down, closing the door before she made her way to driver seat, sitting down. she started the car, driving off to the clinic. you were playing with your stomach, poking & tapping on it slightly, you weren’t so sure how big or small the baby was or how far along you were. “what’s wrong?” she said as you shook your head, “nothing..checking on the baby..i don’t know if its big or small..” you said as she smiled, “i’m sure it’s small right now, who knows..” she said before you giggled resting your head on the window.

“i guess she or he makes you sleepy?” she said before you nodded your head, “yea..i’ve been sleeping in late..i only woke up early today due to the puking but besides that i’ve slept in til 2pm..” you said as she laughed, “well, who knows what’ll happen more into your adventure, look we’re here now!” you said before you raised your head up, taking your seatbelt off you rubbed your stomach. before getting out the car as lils got out herself, “hold my arm, you’ll be okay y/n..” she said before interlocking your arms with hers, she smiled as you walked in to the clinic. you walked to the front before the nurse at front greeted you, “im checking in for y/n y/l/n..” you said before she nodded her head, “y/n y/l/n?” she said as you nodded you simply said, “yes” she smiled before grabbing a clipboard and a paper, “fill these forms and once you’re done, come back up front and you’ll be waiting with the doctor.” she said smiling before you smiled back, “okay, thank you!” you said grabbing the pen before walking back to lily sitting down on the chair.

“long ass sheet..” liliana murmured as you silently giggled, “really..don’t say that..” you said shaking your head before you read the form as you filled it in, “concerns we should know about?” the paper said before you began writing down the symptoms you were currently experiencing with, you flipped the page before marking off some of the information in the directions. “you’re very quick at these..” she said as you smiled, “i write quickly, what do u expect..” you said before getting up, “miss sequeira always prepared..” she said as you rolled your eyes before she giggled at your reaction, you walked over to the front before turning in your form and the clipboard as you put the pen back in the cup.

2:30 pm

“y/n!” you heard a nurse say your name before you got up as liliana followed you into the little hallway, “step on here please.” the nurse said before making you weight yourself and getting your height, as the usual. you twiddled with your fingers before she finished..you got off the scale as she led you to the small room. “here, you need to take this.” she said giving you a cup, “great another fucking pee in a cup thing..” you thought to yourself as you grabbed the cup from her smiling, “thank you..” you said before she smiled at you walking away, “another test?” liliana said, you nodded your head. “they usually do this.. i’ll be back, she said go into room number four..” you said before liliana nodded her head walking to the room, you walked the opposite direction to the bathroom doing your duty into the cup.

you put the blue lid on top closing it, you washed your hands quickly then drying your palms, opening the door before you saw the same nurse standing outside, “finished miss?” she said before you handed the cup over, she smiled at you. “thank you, the doctor will be with you in a few minutes.” she said smiling again before you smiled back, you walked over to the room number opening the door as liliana looked over at you. “well?” she said before you laughed, “nothing, just wait silly..i know you want to be a tía just from how excited you sound..” you said as she rolled her eyes, “a que no..” (that’s not true..) she said lying, a small giggle coming out of you before you sat on the bed covered with parchment paper.

a few minutes later..

you and liliana were talking before you heard a knock on the door, suddenly the door opened to the doctor. “buenas y/n! no te he mirado en días!” (hello y/n! i haven’t seen you in days!) she said hugging you slightly before you hugged her back, “y está señorita?” (and this young lady?) she said smiling at liliana, “mi amiga.” (my friend.) you said before they both shook hands, “bueno, ahora que regresas. que es lo que ha pasado?” (well, now that you returned. what has happened lately?) she said putting on a pair of gloves, “um well, obviously i missed the birth control appointment..i’ve had sore breasts..my appetite changed, am usually more hungry..i sleep in more..i even have a bit of morning sickness..” you said as the doctor hummed nodding her head, “i see..bueno, lo bueno es que el vaso que usaste voy a hacer unos exámenes y ahorita regreso!” (i see..well, the good thing is the cup you used i will be doing some tests with them, and i will be back!) she said opening the door walking out as you swung your legs against the bed.

“still nervous?” she said as you shook your head, “not really..” you said twiddling with your fingers, “i just don’t want to hide it from joão at all..what if he finds out quickly?” you said before liliana said “nuh uh” quickly, you snickered at the way she said it, “y/n, he won’t find out trust me. as long as you hide the tests in your bag and then wear his clothes, i’ll come by and visit but until now he wont know. how come when im on my period fermin doesnt know til the second day, that’s how busy and dumb they get.” she said before you laughed at her comment, “yeah true..that makes sense..” you said.

“besides, you got this. have you started thinking so far what you’re going to do to surprise him?” she said before you shook your head, “no..not yet..” you said looking down before the door knocked again, you lifted your head up as the doctor came in again, “hola hola! regrese otra vez y bueno tengo buena noticias!” (hello hello! i came back again and i have some good news!) she said as you looked up at her, “you’re pregnant! congratulations!” she said your eyes widening again, now this time it was for real. even tho the tests were also true, it feels more real with this appointment. you smiled before she smiled back, “would you like to see how far along you are?” she said as you nodded your head.

“vale, just lay back down and i’ll get starting on the sonogram.” she said smiling, you laid down against the parchment paper making small ruffled sounds, before she walked over to the area with the computer console turning on the video monitor.. she walked back over turning the lights off for a better view of the screen before she sat on the chair getting closely, “okay, te voy a levantar la camisa un poquito y despues ponerte el gel.. en tu estomago.. vas a sentir un poco de frío.” (okay, i’m going to lift yohr shirt just a bit and then apply gel..on your stomach..you’ll feel a bit of a coldness.) she said before you said a small, “okay” you lifted your shirt up to your belly as you looked down watching apply the cold gooey green gell, you shivered at the small coldness before she grabbed the attached transducer connected to the machine. she began moving the little controller to zoom in as she moved the transducer around the gel, a figure appear. nearly the size of an orb.

“you should see your baby right here..” she said as you looked at the screen, there was somewhat two orbs. “why is there two?” you said confused as she looked at you, “it appears that you’re having twins miss y/n..” she said as liliana gasped, “TWINS!?” she said before she smiled at you, you were shocked and surprised. “t-twins? in my first pregnancy?” you said before she nodded her head, “don’t worry, its very common in some pregnancies and rare..but in this case of scenario, congrats!” she said before you saw illiana taking photos of the ultrasound. “how far a-along a-am i..?” you said before she looked at the screen, “well you’re just starting first trimester, 6 weeks so far so, you’re two months approximately.” she said, your heart dropping. two months and you never knew..that’s strange.. you cleared your throat.

“c-can i hear the heartbeat of both the babies?”

“of course!” she said moving the controller around, “this is baby number one’s heart beat..” she said as you listened to it, the loud heart beat echoing through the room. your heart racing quickly itself listening to your baby’s heartbeat, she zoomed in as you looked at the screen. “baby number one’s arms and legs are already forming!” she said happily as you smiled looking at the baby, its eyes already appearing. “you can also see the nose and eyes as well..” she said smiling.

“..and here is baby number two..” she said moving the controller to the other side of your stomach, it was loud as well. the baby also had its eyes and nose. legs and arms forming. “baby number two is also forming the same as baby number one as well!” she said as you felt tears forming before watching the little image on the screen, “would you want me to take a small photograph of this?” she said as you sniffled, “yes please!” you said before she smiled getting copies of the ultrasound, she grabbed a paper towel removing the gel of your tummy. she cleaned the transducer, “here you go..” she said handing you the photos. you sat up before she lowered your shirt to your tummy, you smiled. “gracias.” you said before she got off the chair turning the lights back on, “well! i’ll be calling for your next appointment! the babies are doing well and they’re healthy, i’ll give you this little foldable for you to see what you can do and eat while your babies are in your stomach, have a good day miss y/l/n!” she said as you smiled, “thank you! you as well!” before she left as you wiped your tears.

“i’m gonna be a tia..you’re the mami! isn’t that exciting!!?” she said before you bursted out crying out of happiness, liliana walking over to you, hugging you. “it’s okay..you’ll be fine..” she said before you sniffled, “i-i’m just happy..i have to start thinking tho of what to do..” you said before she smiled, “mhmmm, now let’s go and get lunch for you and the little babies.” she said as you giggled before you two walked out the room and outside the clinic.

after going out for almost the whole day it was nearly about time for joão and illianas boyfriend to be home, “what’s up?” she said looking at you, “my tummy feels way fuller than i usually get..” you said before she giggled, “well..you just fed yourself and the babies..it’s okay y/n.. he won’t notice..” iliana said as you giggled, “mhmm..” you said almost falling asleep, “hey..wake up! we’re about to get to your home..” she said as you sighed, huffing out. she parked the car before you sighed out, “too tired..” you murmured before she laughed, “come on now, you have to go..” she said as you sat up, you rubbed your eyes before she unlocked the doors. “well..i’ll be going now..i’ll talk to you soon about the surprise planning..” you said grabbing your stuff as she smiled, “sounds good!” lils said before you hugged her, “thank you again..” you said before you unbuckled your belt, “bye!” you said opening the door, as she waved at you before you waved back closing the door before running back inside, you opened the door getting in the house as floki ran over to you.

“hii there..did you miss me..” you said as he began to jump on your legs, you giggled holding him as you heard footsteps from upstairs. joão is home. you thought in your head before going upstairs, floki following you from the sounds of his collar as you opened the door. “when’d you get home early baby..” you said as he chuckled, “he let us out early, what were you doing out tho..you look so gorgeous..” he said getting up, a giggle coming out of you. “my baby..” he said kissing you, you kissed back cupping his cheek before you smiled against his lips. “i’m tired j..can we take a nap..” you said as he looked down at you, “of course hermosa..” he said picking you up, you were in a giggling mess before he placed you down on the bed. “let me go change into something comfortable.. then we can sleep in baby..” you said as he nodded his head before plopping himself on the bed, you grabbed your purse placing it on your shelf.

luckily he never asked you anything, you smiled to yourself before rubbing your stomach, “my babies..” you said sighing out before you changed into one of joão’s white shirts and just your panties, you walked to the bed before crawling on the bed, crawling to your spot. you laid next to joão before looking at him, “hm?” he said as you blushed, “n-nada..” you said kissing his cheek, “floki keeps following me around..” you murmured watching the brown dog struggle to get on the bed before he jumped on the bed running to the middle, running around and plopping himself down. “he just loves you like his daddy does..don’t worry anjo..” he said kissing your cheek before you nuzzled your head into his chest.

you were nearly falling asleep feeling joãos hands rub your back and play with your hair, you hummed in your sleep. “sleep with me..” you murmured as he chuckled, “fine fine..” he said before you fell asleep on him, your head resting on his chest. he kissed your forehead before he fell asleep on you.

what a good way to hide such a small family of four without him knowing..

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[itsjusthockey]

45 Days - Jack Hughes Blurb

Here is a little blurb, hope you enjoy. Send in requests and message me. I love talking to you guys

wc: 1,317 (credit to gifmaker)

Part 2

“Jack, I swear to god.” You hiss, smacking your boyfriend away from your suitcase as he throws out the T-shirt you had nicely folded for the third time.

“What?” He yelps, stepping back to avoid your attack, putting his hands up in surrender.

“Seriously, J, take another step towards my bag, and I’m gonna lock you in the closet.” You fold the shirt again and stick it into the waiting suitcase.

You feel his burning stare on your back as you continue packing your things, both wishing desperately that you could delay the inevitable but knowing that no matter how much you hate it, your college life has to continue, and you have to leave.

You hear him softly sigh behind you, and you don’t have the heart to turn around, knowing his face will hold that pouty look that will make you miss your flight. Instead, you stay silent, packing your shirts and moving onto your pants.

After a minute or two in silence, you hear Jack shuffle behind you, moving toward his closet and rustling around for a few seconds before emerging back into the bedroom.

“Do you want to trade in?” He asks, holding out a couple of clothing items to you.

A small smile plays on your lips as you grab the new clothes and hand him back a few of his other clothes that had kept you comfortable for the month you were apart. It’s just a few things, which may be really cliche, but every time you’re together, you rotate them out because he knows it makes you feel better when you’re apart.

You stuff the remaining clothes into your already full suitcase and close it, but not before you feel a pair of arms snake around your waist, interrupting your motion.

“I think I got it,” Jack says, scanning over your suitcase. “We get rid of the clothes, and with enough strategy, I think I could fit myself in here.”

Before he even finishes, laughter bursts from your lips. “Yeah, I’m sure TSA would love that.”

You turn to face him in his arms, and even though the idea is ridiculous, you wouldn’t put it past him to try to attempt it.

“J, it’s only for a month and a half; we’ve done worse.”

He shakes his head, “Why don’t you just cancel your flight? Stay a few more days.”

His offer is tempting, but you know that if you don’t leave today, you’ll never escape his hold.

“As much as I’d love that, some of us have school.” You tease, pushing your fingers through his hair, messing it up.

He rolls his eyes to the ceiling and pulls you further into his body.

“I hate that my girlfriend is so studious. Why did I get the one who resists my offer of skip days?”

You shove him away from you as he laughs, “You and I both know I have had too many skip days because of you. Besides, the sooner I go to school, the sooner I graduate.”

He smirks at your graduation statement and leans toward you. “And then?”

This time you smirk. “And then, I can find a really awesome boyfriend who doesn’t distract me from a flight that is supposed to leave in an hour.”

His face falls for not even a second before tackling you onto the bed and tickling your sides.

“What was that? Huh? Another boyfriend?” He says in between breaths while you’re shrieking with laughter, trying to push him off you.

After a minute of torture, he gives up and lays his entire weight on you, and you immediately relent and accept his love. He is always incredibly clingy during these times, but you’ll take all of it. So, you begin to rub his back and relish the feeling of being here with him, savoring the touch you’re about to go without for over a month.

“What am I gonna do without you?” Jack whispers after a minute, “I seriously don’t think I can do it.”

You think momentarily before you lift his face out of your neck, forcing him to look at you.

“Forty-five days, J, and then it’s summer. Then, you’ll be sick of me.”

He rolls his eyes and drops his head back down, mumbling, “I’m never sick of you,” into your neck.

“I know, but distance makes the heart grow fonder.” You try to joke.

He responds by snorting, lifting himself off of you, and pulling you up with him.

“How about this-“

“Jack, I can’t sta-“

“Shhhh (Y/N), just hear me out.”

You give him a pointed look and fold your arms before you, waiting for him to continue.

“We cancel your flight, you stay forever, and I provide for us.”

After about thirty more attempts to get you to stay, which include fake tears, Jack trying to get your flight canceled, your bags are packed in his Range Rover, and you're flying down the highway toward the airport. Neither of you speaks; instead, listen to your shared playlist and watch the city of New Jersey fly by.

As you turn onto the street that leads to the airport, you take a deep breath and try to steady your heavy heart as Jack throws the car in park and hops out.

You’re quick to follow as he pulls your bags out and sets them down in front of you, not daring to look into your eyes. It isn’t until you softly whisper his name that he finally looks at you.

“Forty-five days, J.” You pull him toward you, quickly kissing his cheek.

“I know; I’m already counting down.” He finally lets a small smile play on his lips.

You glance at your watch and see that time, quite literally, is running out, so you pull him back in one more time, connecting your lips.

You stay there for a second, and you feel him chase after your lips when you begin to pull away, and he grips your waist hard, not letting you move an inch.

“Jack, you gotta let me go.”

He does, nodding sadly and unwillingly kissing you once more for a goodbye. He watches as you quickly do a little bag check and make sure you have everything. Once you’re confident, you sling your bag over your head and flash him one last smile, turning toward the door and walking through it.

He watches as you walk through the door and away from him; his heart is taken with you. You turn one last time, waving and blowing a kiss in his direction. He catches it, puts it in his pocket, and gives you one last smile.

He watches until you disappear from sight, following your movements and wishing ever so slightly that your lives are different. He wishes you didn’t have school, he wishes he didn’t have hockey, and he wishes above else that you could be together. He shakes his head as if to shake away the thoughts and knows he’s taking up a busy parking space.

He is soon back in his car, driving home, and the world seems slightly less bright than before. It’s not long before he is home, and he sees that his apartment is way too empty for his liking. So he calls his teammates, and soon enough, he getting ready to meet them for dinner, anything to distract himself that you’re gone.

He begins to get ready, changing into a sweatshirt that you’d traded in, one of his favorites that now smells like you, and as if on cue, his phone buzzes with a text from you.

Try not to miss me too much, loser. I love you.

He smiles at the message, sends a snarky response back, and puts a very special timer on his phone. Forty-five days until he sees you again, and he’s counting down every second.

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[shera-dnd]

Alright I have eaten my mato peach and have gained the amazing power to do literary and thematic analysis of any piece of media, no matter how fucking stupid

and as the first activation of my ability, I'm turning it towards the stupid ecchi reverse slave harem manga, Mato Seihei no Slave (or Chained Soldier if you're not as much of a fucking weeb as I am) in order to prove that this is actually thematically consistent and surprisingly well written

(long pause as I let all my followers block me and leave)

but first to address the two shuuki in the room

WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU'VE BEEN READING AN ECCHI SLAVE HAREM MANGA YOU FUCKING WEIRDO?

Look... LOOK! It's not what you think!

Okay so like a lot of anime and manga recently (primarily isekai) have been including slavery as a thing in their world building, and tho I'm not gonna claim that's the only thing it ever gets used for, it's quite clear that a lot of people are only using that as an excuse for kinky slave play BDSM

and then forget that that stuff comes with like... you know, the horrific implications of slavery as an institution

WELL GOOD NEWS! The author of this manga does not give a shit about disguising his femdom slave play kink as commentary on slavery, this is literally just a BDSM thing and it never pretends to be anything else

...besides, a woman has needs, okay?

WAIT SHOULDN'T THIS MANGA TRIGGER YOU? ISN'T YOUR TRIGGER THE LITERAL CENTRAL GIMMICK OF THIS?

YOU WOULD BE CORRECT! By all logical means I should not be able to read this manga without having the most viscerally negative response possible... except that I don't

I'm not gonna pretend that I know why or how this is working

But I read Monster Musume back in 2015 and it somehow helped me get over my fear of spiders, SO WHO KNOWS maybe niche ecchi manga are how I get over my mental blocks

I would rather it wasn't, but I'm having a hard time proving otherwise!

oh god we're already 400 words in and I have only just finished the preamble. Why am I like this?

Okay okay let us get started as I'll give a detailed explanation as to why Mato Seihei no Slave is about the bonds between people, the ways we bring out the best in each other, and what makes a good dom- ahem I mean leader... what makes a good leader

So for those who don't know the central conceit of this story is that this is a world where women get super powers and men get... to be stay at home husbands

Our protagonist is male wife supreme, Yuuki Wakura, whose main hobbies include cooking, cleaning, and day dreaming about one day becoming a hero

unfortunately for our adorable little boy toy he immediately finds himself falling through a portal into actual literal hell (technically it's called Mato, but like it's just hell) where he's promptly attacked by several giant monsters

BUT GOOD NEWS FOR HIM! He's being saved by a hyper competent hot woman in a uniform (lesbians going "it should have been me!" count should be at 1 by now)

BAD NEWS FOR HIM! She's alone and soon they both get overwhelmed because she can't go full apeshit murder mode while protecting his soft boy ass

Thankfully there is a way for her to save him still, it just requires some collaboration from him

("it should have been me!" count: 2)

And here we are at the main fucking gimmick. The reason why all the ecchi shit happens, the silly excuse for why this bad bitch decides to keep this guy at her side

Chains of Eternity: Slave

Kyouka Uzen (the ultimate girl boss) can forge a contract with someone to bind them to her will as her slave. This will bring out their hidden potential and allow them to fight by her side, turning them into a super powerful killing machine at her command.

In exchange once the task is done she must give a reward to her slave based on the difficulty of the task and the slave's "latent desires"

So yeah, Kyouka doesn't get to decide what the reward is, Yuuki doesn't get to decide what the reward is, only Kyouka's magic can decide what the reward is. Which basically just means the author gets to insert whatever horny fuckery they want into this

Rewards vary from giving him head pats, offering him treats, giving him a back massage, kissing him, to...

well this is a femdom series for a reason

(I think the "it should have been me!" count is at like a 4 or a 5 now)

and now I'm gonna analyze the ever loving shit out of that ability and how it is the crux to all the themes of the show and actually informs us on the nature of Kyouka's character

no, I'm not kidding

Okay so let me just break down what Slave does here from a kink point of view. It basically allows Kyouka and Yuuki to enter into a BDSM relationship where the dom always knows what the sub wants, while still being able to surprise the sub with her actions. She gets to constantly keep her sub beneath her, while also being magically required to reward him and give him aftercare once she's done

Those two have entered a ridiculously healthy BDSM relationship by forging a magical contract that lets them skip all the negotiation bits and go right to what the audience wants to see

(yeah it's gonna be impossible to track the "it should have been me!"s from this point on, so just try to keep your own count at home)

This is also the author's way of like having his cake and fucking it too

Because that way we can have Kyouka as the baddest bitch to ever live AND have her do embarrassing stuff with Yuuki without ever breaking character. In fact the loftier her goals and the more tragic her backstory the more reason she has to accept the reward mechanism as the price to pay for this power

It's also why Kyouka is easily the most developed and interesting character of the manga, to the point that Yuuki is more a supporting character to her arc

This brings us back to those three themes I mentioned waaaaay at the start

Starting with: "how we bring out the best in each other"

For starters it's quite obvious how that works with Yuuki. He wants to be a hero in a world where he should not be able to have super powers, and in comes Kyouka who gives him both the power and the purpose to achieve that goal

But this also extends to literally everyone in Unit Seven and beyond

We have seen the ways in which Kyouka has helped all of her team mates grow stronger and overcome their past traumas, some times by the sheer confidence and kindness of her presence

Hell we see one of her team mates unlock a rage mode power up because someone said Kyouka was a bad leader

and there's even another team leader who straight up evolved her powers into a new stronger form just out of sheer love and respect for Kyouka

This culminates in the development of Lending. The ability to let others take Yuuki's chain and use him in combat

and like I'm not stupid, I'm not gonna pretend this isn't primarily an excuse to have different hot women give Yuuki rewards in ever hornier scenarios, with the added benefit of being able to design cooler monster forms for him

and I mean... those are some really cool monster forms

But that's besides the point

The point is that this also pulls double duty by allowing Kyouka and Yuuki to constantly empower all of the people around them and help them through their character arcs

From helping people stand up to abusive family members, to allowing others to gain the confidence they need to grow, to just decking an asshole real hard in the face

And not once does Yuuki steal other's glory. The final confrontation and the catharsis is always delivered by the person who is being helped. Because lover boy here is the supporting character in his own story

This all leads neatly into another point: the bonds we have with others

DAMN RIGHT MOTHERFUCKERS WE'RE GETTING CHAIN SYMBOLISM IN THIS BITCH!

Oh are we getting a message about how we're all links in the chain and the stronger each of us gets the stronger we all get? FUCK YEAH

Are we getting chains as a representation of a mutual bond of trust and respect, and get to see those bonds be used as a literal weapon to defeat a foe who is antithetical to that idea? ABSOLUTELY

TEAM WORK MAKES THE DREAM WORK, BABY!

But wait there's more! We got a character who can copy other people's skills and she also grows like crazy with each person she bonds with

We got teams of heroes besting villains who refuse to work with anyone

THAT'S THE SHONEN ANIME GOODNESS WE'RE HERE FOR!

(I mean this is technically seinen but who gives a shit, right?)

And that brings us finally to the third point, the series antagonists, and Kyouka's main goal

What makes a good leader?

So far we've focused on Kyouka and her ability, Slave, and how that allows her to help the people around her grow and encourages her to fight on the front line where she can be a shining example for all around her to follow

She treats everyone around her with trust and respect, even the boy who is literally her slave, and is by all metrics BEST GIRL!

Now all of that good shit doesn't mean much if we don't have anything to contrast and compare to

Enter Ren Yamashiro

gonna give y'all a second to simp for a bit before I continue

done staring at her legs? good. Anyways here's why she's awful!

Ren is the commander of the Anti-Demon Corps and easily the strongest character in the setting by a wide margin

She's also self centered, corrupt, physically AND emotionally abusive, horrifically petty, and likes dogs in the exact same way Makima from Chainsaw Man likes dogs

This is, of course, perfectly translated into her special ability, because this author loves having abilities inform characters

So not only does she have some absurd broken power that she has the power of anime and buddha on her side, BUT the way it manifests is as kanji covering her eyes whenever she activates her skills

Quite literally making so all she can see is her own power and greatness

AND her main use of her powers is to fly around, so she can be ABOVE everyone else

This isn't fucking subtle, but it sure as fuck gets the point across

This is a trait that Ren shares with ALL the main villains of the series. Each and everyone of them is blinded by their own greatness and is constantly looking down on others

Ren is just the least subtle. I guess they had to compensate for the fact that she isn't an actual literal evil god

And so all of those are put in opposition to Kyouka, whose goal is to overthrow Ren, become the new commander, and destroy Mato for good

The woman whose power makes her dependent on others, but that allows her to bring out the best in everyone she meets

A power that grows stronger the more people she helps and the more people help her in return

Standing up against all these people who refuse to rely on anything besides their own strength

That is why Kyouka is the shining example of a good leader!

Now here we are 2k words into this (OH DEAR GOD WHY AM I LIKE THIS), so what was the point of this journey?

Is it me recommending this manga to people and claiming it's genuinely "peak fiction"? OH GOD NO

This thing has so many issues and literally all of them stem from the fact that this is an ecchi harem manga story first and foremost.

Titillation always comes first over anything else, several of the smaller side characters eventually devolve into just different flavors of wanting to dom Yuuki, and that's not even going into all the pet play stuff featuring Ren

This is an unashamedly horny manga with a very specific brand of kink in mind and when I started reading it that was legit all I wanted out of it

But then it refused to be JUST that. It had an interesting story, fun action scenes, compelling characters, and a surprising amount of thought put into its themes

It's not a manga I'd recommend to most people at all, and it requires a considerable amount of tolerance for some capital H Horny anime bullshit

But honestly? If you're cool with that and want a fun and a little unhinged story you can do way worse than this

So what else is left to say except

IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!!!

#self indulgence #why did I spend so long writing this? #WHY DID I ANALYZE THIS SERIES THIS FUCKING MUCH? #mato seihei no slave #chained soldier

[yoursjaeyun]

missing you — lee heeseung.

pairing: heeseung x fem!reader

wc: 1740+

sypnosis. your boyfriend was always so busy with his schedules, world tours, anything an idol does. you want to spend time with him again, like when you two first met. where did those times go? what if he forgot about you? do you regret dating him? will this be the last time you’ll meet him?

warnings. one-shot, smut, (minors strictly dni), explicit language, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, (both receiving) a little angst (?), overuse of nicknames, a little crying. please tell me if i need to add more.

featuring. chaewon of le sserafim.

a/n. AAAAA i’m genuinely am excited for all of you guys to read my first ever fic !! (more like a drabble since its really short but anyway sjsj) this was actually really rushed because i finished more than half of it in a week 🥲 i will keep proof-reading it over and over again because there maybe some spelling mistakes 🙈 but other than that, i hope you all enjoy reading, and thank you for waiting so patiently 🥹 ugh i love you guys sm. and also as a beginner, thanks to the people who helped me a lot when i was struggling <33 ok i should stop talking, have fun reading <3333 (and i apologise if the smut part starts really quickly 😭)

read needing you for the continuation of this fic, thank you lovelies <3

your boyfriend was always so busy with his schedules, and obviously with his world tours coming up with flying overseas, fan meetings, etc. it was hard dating someone who was an idol.

it was only a matter of seconds when you finally got to meet him again, you missed everything, his touch, his kisses, his love. at the point, you wanted it to all be over. knowing nothing would change. nobody was there for you anymore, except for your one and only bestfriend.

“why do you look so down today? thinking about your boyfriend hm?” chaewon said breaking the silence, looking you up and down. “i don’t know chae, what if he’s flirting with other girls? did he forget about me? what if he cheated?” you spat out, sighing after.

“okay hold on, forgetting you? after the two of you lovebirds doing it for the first time ever on my bed? theres no way.” she scoffed.

“god chaewon, please for fuck’s sake, stop talking about that.” you rolled your eyes at her as she chuckled.

 “heard from jake that he’s free after their concert tomorrow, why don’t you meet him then?” you sat up properly after hearing what she said.

 “yeah, maybe i will.”

_______________________

 it was the next day, and of course you wanted to look good in front of him after months, you chose to wear his favourite perfume, following with his favourite outfit.

you were sitting in the waiting room waiting for him to come out, ‘5 minutes left’ you thought. you then heard cheering and muffling sounds outside the room, making you jump,  fixing your hair and posture quickly.

“y/n?” he entered the room. “heeseung..” running up to hug him, inhaling his scent already making you melt in his touch. “i missed you so, so much.” your eyes became teary as he stroked your hair along with his other hand on your waist.

“baby..” he lifted your face with his index finger to stare at your eyes. “was i gone for too long?” you nodded. “i’m so sorry my love.” he whispered as he wiped your tears with his thumb before kissing your temple.

you instantly got touchy with him, you missed him so much to the point where you couldn’t control yourself the second you saw him walk in. you didn’t want to do it straight away, you didn’t want him to think the relationship is all just about sex. of course there was more to it.

but you desperately needed him so bad.

“let me make it up to you.” your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he leaned closer, moving his hand to cup your cheek, he pulled your face in, your lips were inches away from eachother. “i’m here now, baby, its okay.” he whispered against your lips, then pressing them into yours.

 his words making you flutter, you slowly closed your eyes as the kiss went from being passionate, to just slightly aggressive. but he didn’t want to hurt you. stepping back a little giving him signs to go on the couch behind because of how your fresh blisters from your heels was killing you.

it wasn’t too long until he had already hovered over you, you put your hands on his shoulders to push him up with a little force as you then straddled his lap, his hands were roaming all over your body, tilting your head to the side to be able to give him more access inside your mouth, your arms around his neck pulling him in closer, he let out a whimper against your lips as you deepened the kiss.

he removed his hand from your waist to unbutton your shirt, undressing you. throwing your shirt to the side, he slowly moved his hand to your back, feeling his cold fingertips making you hum in his mouth. without hesitation, he unclasped your bra finally revealing your swollen boobs and your hard nipples. he then kissed down to your jaw, neck, then your chest, closing his mouth around one nipple, pushing his tongue down firmly as he licked your bud.

your head fell back in pleasure, sighing against his ear. “hee..” his other hand played with your other boob while he sneakily tries to slip off your skirt, you realised what he was doing so you helped him by lifting yourself up slightly for him to slip it off more easily. you sat back down feeling his bulge right through underneath your panties making you whimper, his hands were all over your body once again.

you gasped as he connected his lips onto yours again, his arms hugging your waist to pull you closer, your fingers ran through his hair vaguely pulling it, eliciting a groan from him. heeseung hovered you again making your back hit the couch. “fuck, your so pretty.. my pretty.” he whispered against your lips. he pulled over his shirt as well before leaning back to you, kissing you feverishly. you wrapped your legs around his waist, cupping his soft face as your teeth clashed together.

he went back down to your breasts, taking as much as he can. “heeseung..” you sighed. “what is it baby?” you tried catching your breath before saying anything. “i need words, sweetheart.” “i— i want you to fuck me so b- bad.. please.” you were getting impatient. “not yet.” he smirked as he started to kiss down your stomach, tugging on your waistband before pulling them off steadily. his fingers ran down your folds as you held back your moans.

“so fucking wet. only for me.” he gave soft kisses on your thighs before spreading them apart to be able to get a more clearer view of your pussy. you looked down seeing him smirk before he dived into your hole, you heaved biting back your lips, refusing to let out a moan so nobody can hear from outside the room. but luckily, heeseung locked the door earlier. “nuh-uh, i wanna hear it baby.” and so you obeyed, letting out the most angelic moans he had ever heard as he continued, his tongue going back and forth deep in and out of your hole eagerly.

you felt his nose prod against your folds everytime he buried his tongue deep inside. lapping at all the juices from every place. heeseung wanted to show how much he missed you, seeing you cry before made him feel worse about never seeing you again as he also felt the same.

he looked up as your eyes were closed shut from the extreme pleasure, his hands went to pat your hip in an assuring way. he decided to add a finger in to help you reach your high, along with his tongue synchronizing with it too. “hee, i’m s-so close, ah..” you squirmed, hearing your moans made him go faster, eating you out thoroughly.

you came all over his tongue, including his fingers. you looked down at him as he licked every corner of his mouth that still had your cum on it. you were now out of breath, but a part of you wanted to keep going.

“are you okay, baby?” heeseung went back up to you worriedly, he pushed away your sweaty strands, as you nodded at his question, not being able to say anything from how good your orgasm felt. “lets continue on later, okay?” you shook your head furiously, wanting to do everything right then and there. cupping his cheeks as you pulled him in for another kiss, tasting yourself from the leftover juices mixed with your cum in his mouth.

he pulled away from the kiss, standing up to take his shirt off and to unbuckle the belt to his pants. “heeseung, i need you so bad.” you muttered. “beg for it, princess.” he said climbing back on top of you again. “please.” you said staring at him with your hazy eyes. he stroked his cock a few times before lining it up in front of your entrance.

“good girl, my good girl.” he was already halfway in, but you were already a moaning mess. you dug your nails on his shoulders as he picked up the pace, slamming his hips into your swollen hole. your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the immense pleasure your boyfriend was giving you.

“your so fucking tight, baby.” ending his sentence with a low grunt. with all the strength you have left in your body, you pushed him up with both hands, straddling his lap again. you gasped feeling that it was more bigger when you sat down on him. “ride me.” he uttered against your ear. you complied to his words, rocking your hips back and forth on his cock.

now you doing all the work, heeseung gets to see how absolutely beautiful you look while riding him. “yeah, just like that, fuck.” he moaned as he threw his head back from how good you felt. your hands were on his knees, giving him a perfect view of your body. he took one hand from your waist to roll it on your boob, making you moan. “i missed you so fucking much.” he then pulled you in by your waist ending up in another kiss session, you didn’t have any energy left in yourself, but you wanted to do it for him trying your best to move while passively kissing him.

“heeseung, i’m close..” you whimpered against his lips. “i’m close too, fuck.” you both released at the same time as both your heads fell back together, the room filled with your moans. you plopped on his sweaty chest, not being able to move from how tired you are, he lifted your head up pushing away your sweaty strands of hair from your face, and wiping your tears, then pulling you in, gently kissing your forehead. “did you miss me that much?” he chuckled.  “so much.” you answered, leaving soft kisses on his neck.

“please don’t leave me again, hee.” he smiled at your words, realising how lucky he is to have you. “let’s get you cleaned up.” you nodded.

“come home with me, please..” you talked, but he didn’t want to answer because he can’t promise you. knowing this’ll be the last time you’ll both meet eachother. the next day he’ll have to leave you alone again for months, months that could turn into years.

and the day that your relationship will be over.

YOURSJAEYUN est. 2022. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

#heeseung smut #heeseung x reader #enha smut #enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #lee heeseung #heeseung #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #lee heeseung smut

[darlinboypresley]

i've got my eye on you

pairing: austin x reader

summeray; uh reader is getting hate and becomes suicidal austin heps them trough it uh yea

trigger wanrnings: mentions of hate, suicide depresion swearing

authors note; i wrote this from a very persoal pov so if you have any hate keep it to yourself and dont read it please

It wasn’t easy for Austin to see his girlfriend being hated on, no matter what you did it was never good enough for his fans. i mean you were a singer and he was an actor.. the two of you'd been dating for quite sometime now and the hate kept coming but…

In full honesty it shouldn’t matter right? He thought to himself. But that was easier said then done, he loved you and you loved him and that’s all that should matter. 

But lately he started to notice his girlfriend giving away things she liked, not even liked, love it could differ from it being your favorite lipstick. To your favorite dress, it was mostly to your friends but… 

That didn’t mean he didn’t have his mind on it. If he was honest with himself he saw you losing that twinkle in your eyes. As if you were losing your love for life and he just.. he couldn’t let his baby, his precious girl slip through his fingers like that.

He couldn't have it all gone,  after his day off filming he decided to pick up a bouquet of your favorite flowers, sure it was a small gesture but it’s gotta count for something…right? he questioned himself.  when he finally got back to you’re shared apartment,  he found you sobbing on the couch,  

his heart broke at the sound of your sobbing. There you were the love of his life his Everything. Was sitting on the couch wearing her favorite hoodie. And was crying her eyes out, reading all the hate his own God fans posted on internet.

He told her every time again not to look at it. That they weren’t true but she couldn’t help it they haunted her down if they needed to, on to tell her stuff like “you are so fucking ugly” or “Austin deserves so much better”, “I don’t know what he sees in her she’s so talentless”.

To be honest the list went on and on about how much they hated his girl. But what people don’t understand is that words and actions hurt and my god was his girl going. Trough it  he gently made his way over to the couch and. Got on his knees in front of you “baby..” he said gently as ever. In a thick southern accent he had due to getting the honors to play the king of rock n roll. In the upcoming biopic Elvis,

“Hey c’mon honey look at me.. show me that pretty face please.” He said gently trying to keep his voice from cracking as his heart was breaking. You looked up at him as you managed to say trough your tears “I-I c-can’t do it anymore aus.. they hate me you ha-“ you cried as he cut you off before you could even finish that sentence.

“Don’t even dare say that I hate you baby. You know I love you… please don’t cry they don’t know what their talking about their dumb, and please don’t say that baby, you’re so strong I know you are darling we can get trough it” he said as he gently grabbed you’re face and placed his lips on yours. Finally letting his tears run over his cheeks, 

He looked at her as she let out a soft sigh.  It took him a while to speak up again, “ please princess please promise me you won’t … you won’t hurt yourself!” He asked and you looked at him for a moment. “I-….I promise”. You sobbed as he pulled you in a hug and climbed on the couch with you so he could cuddle you. he hate how he saw you lose joy in life,  you started to  lose joy in making music, you started to lose your passion for singing, the list went on and on.

and austin had only one mission really, that was to make you fall back in love with life

heyyy guys i uh was hopefull to say i'm back fully but i dont think i am since i just posted this while crying, but one day i'll be back you just wait and see

thank you for everyone liking/reblogging my posts it means A LOT as always i love you my munchkins

forever yours j x

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[dmysterioblog]

Chapter XII ✦ Know It’s For The Better

Paring; Rhea Ripley x Roman Reigns

Summary: Rhea makes a decision, was it the right one?

Warnings; bit of angst, kinda smut

Word Count: 4.3k

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A/n: nothing…

Flashback from SC

Her phone began to ring exactly at 10:00 AM, making her stir from her sleep as she turned to her side, slowly opening her eyes while reaching out to her phone to turn off the alarm. Rhea slowly sat on the bed as she rubbed her eyes, trying to force herself to wake as she took her phone and unlocked it. She checked to see if she had any texts from the boys or any emails that she needed to take a look at, but so far, nothing. Yet.

This was her last day along with Roman in South Carolina. They both didn’t have anything on their schedule to attend to as this was their last day and plus, they would be leaving for the airport this afternoon to head back home. Technically, they could spend the remainder of their last day doing whatever they wanted. Though she kept in mind that they had until 4:30 PM to check out from the hotel.

She looked to her side to see that Roman was still asleep, the tribal chief not being awakened by the sound of her alarm. Both of them had spent the night together again, their clothes tossed across the floor and both of them laying naked on the bed with the covers being the only thing that covered their bodies. Slowly, and careful not to wake up, she sat up from the bed, finding Roman’s shirt as well as her panties as she put both of them on before she went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She then finished doing so as she rinsed her face before she dried her face with her towel, walking out from the bathroom afterwards when she once again heard her phone ding with text messages, specifically from the group chat that she was in, along with her boys and the Bloodline.

She opened the texts as she sat back on the bed and read them.

J: what time do y’all come back tonight again????? @Rhea @Roman

S: 🤦🏽‍♂️ Jimmy I already told you earlier-

F: Jimmy, they’re coming back @ midnight.

J: nvm

DP: Thank god y’all are coming back THANK GOD

Rolling her eyes, Rhea decided to reply back to Damian’s text in the group chat.

R: So now you’re admitting y’all can’t survive w/o us? lmfaooooo

DM: he’s been stressed ever since you two left lol

J: his hair’s been getting gray just like Paul’s when Roman was out 😭😭

DM: LMAO

DP: Stfu Jimmy 😒

J: 🤣🤣🤣

R: we’ll call you guys when we leave, but please text me or Reigns if u guys want or need anything before we leave

F: stay safe sis

DM: we miss you

J: translation: “I miss you mami pls come back rn.”

DM: 🙄

Rhea shook her head and smiled before she set her phone aside and decided to wake Roman.

“Reigns, get up.” She finally spoke, inching closer to him as she shook and patted his shoulder.

“Five minutes…” He grumbled as he stirred slightly, shifting his body only a bit.

“Oh come on, I was the one riding you last night, no way you’re this tired already. If anything, I should be the one tired.”

Roman only turned slightly as his eyes opened, giving her a look. “Are we really fighting over this now?”

“I don’t know, are we now?” She asked him as she crossed her arms. He only stared at her before he noticed the shirt that she wore.

“… is that my shirt?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” Roman grunted as he stood, fetching his underwear and sweatpants from the ground before he turned to her. “Give it back.”

“Nah.”

“Ripley.”

“You have a pair of panties from me, are you going to give those back?”

“Come on, I need to run downstairs to get us breakfast.” He insisted while she arched an eyebrow.

“You have plenty of other shirts, why this one?” Roman sighed in defeat before going onto his suitcase for another shirt.

“You’re gonna give that back to me.” He told her as he put on another shirt.

“And if I don’t?”

Roman was about to walk inside the bathroom when he paused in his steps as soon as Rhea said that. He seemed to contemplate for a few seconds before he turned his head to her.

“Alright, okay, let me rephrase that.” He began while Rhea crossed her arms at him. “If by the time we finish eating breakfast you don’t give me that shirt back, we’re gonna have a problem.”

“Yeah, I highly doubt that since you won’t give me my panties back.” Rhea tsked while leaning comfortably on the bed. “So, you could say we’re even now. You have my panties, and I have your shirt.”

Roman looked at the time on his phone. He seemed to contemplate yet again while Rhea watched him until he spoke. “… Breakfast doesn’t end until 11:30.”

“Reigns.”

“Which means, I have an hour and thirty minutes, plus I can always just order delivery instead, so, last chance; give the shirt back or we’re about to have problems.”

“Oh, you want to go down that route now?” She asked him as she pulled out a pillow.

“No, no pillow fi—“ A pillow was suddenly thrown at his face as he yelped and paused. He then caught it with one hand as he looked down at it before he looked up at her as she retrieved another pillow.

“If you want this shirt back, you’re gonna have to fight for it.”

“… okay, that’s it—“ Before Rhea could react, he attempted to get back on the bed and immediately, she began to smack him with the pillow repeatedly as he shielded himself in defense.

“Aw, what happened now? You can’t even fight back—“ The second she was distracted, Roman suddenly took the pillow from her and the next thing she new, he immediately grabbed her by the waist as his other free hand began to tickle her side.

“Wait—!” She yelped before she suddenly burst out laughing, struggling in his hold while he kept tickling her.

“You’re giving up the shirt now?”

“You son of a— stop—!” She only laughed despite being tickled, up until after a while, she suddenly managed to find her chance as she grabbed his wrist and flipped them over, straddling him on the bed while also pinning him down. Both took a moment to catch their breaths while they looked at each other.

“Giving up now?” She asked him beneath her breath while smirking down at him. He only gazed up at her momentarily, looking as if he wanted to say something at first which was noticed by Rhea. Her smirk slowly faded as she also gazed down at him.

Maybe perhaps it was because she wasn’t ready for him to tell her what she thought he was going to say, or maybe it was potentially the heat of the moment, but she couldn’t help but close the distance between them as they shared a passionate kiss. Her hands were already reaching to remove his shirt while his own hands went underneath the shirt that she wore from him as he caressed her skin. As soon as his shirt came off, she threw it across the floor before she began to lead kisses on his jawline, neck, and chest.

To say the least, they both made sure to only last for thirty minutes that morning, knowing that even if it was their last day like this, it didn’t matter to them for now.

But a deep, unknown, and discreet part of her wished that they had more time.

“—and with that, we conclude the matter as to why the suggestion of splitting the tag titles had come up to us initially. Now we understand that with you being champions and with war games coming up, it’s not the best option, although I really want you to consider the possibility of giving the tag team division a higher chance and—“

Rhea sat in her chair as she listened to it on and on, wishing that it had already ended as she leaned back on her seat too comfortably. She almost wanted to roll her eyes while hearing Adam speak, twirling the pen that she held in her right hand as she sat between Damian and Finn.

“Listen here, with all due respect, Pearce.” Damian began. “Finn and I should have a say in what we do with our championships. Isn’t that the point of it? Plus, we have an agreement with the Bloodline in the first place. Us spreading the titles apart just to give others that opportunity makes zero sense when you can literally just come up with other types of championships.”

“Well, to be fair, Priest has a point.” Nick admitted as he shifted in his seat. “Despite the Bloodline being on Raw and the Bloodline on Smackdown, everyone is quite acknowledging the fact that both of your groups are now one group at this point.”

“Although, it’s not made official yet.” Adam said as he crossed his arms. At that, everyone within the group looked at each other, then everyone’s heads turned to Rhea and Roman specifically. Roman then outstretched his hand to Paul’s direction as the wiseman gave him a contract.

“You see Pearce, we knew you were going to mention that, so…” Roman then handed the contract to Pearce as he blinked and took it, reading the contents of it as Roman began to explain. “This contract includes everyone’s signature. And when I say everyone, I mean the Judgement Day and the Bloodline.”

Pearce narrowed his eyes as he read the contract before he looked up at Nick, who also wanted to take a look at it as the former wrestler showed him the contents of the paper. As Nick read everything, Rhea spoke.

“You also said you want to give other wrestlers the opportunity, no?” She asked. “Well, this is another way of doing it. By having both our factions unified officially and being able to be on both brands, we can defend our championships and give the spotlight to every superstar in these locker rooms.” She then looked at Adam and Nick firmly as she crossed her arms. “You both want to give people chances, but we? We want to remain on top. So, since we both want something… all we need is your signatures, as well as Triple H’s, and we can call this a day.”

She concluded her speech as she leaned back on her chair once again. All eyes were set on Nick and Pearce as they both contemplated over the contract. Nick then whispered something to Adam’s ear, the latter looking hesitant at first before he sighed and nodded. They then all saw as both men signed the contract.

“We will notify Triple H to be in touch with you all regarding the contract.” Adam said before he stood. “Make sure to also keep a copy of it once he signs as well. We will also discuss this with him as well. But as of now, with Triple H’s signature, this will be fully official.”

“Good. So now we’re good to go then?” Rhea immediately asked as she stood up along with the others.

“Yes, yes it is.”

“Great.”

“Pleasure doing business with you two.” Damián said as he shook both Nick and Adam’s hands, the others also doing the same before they all began to walk away from the conference room. As they did, Rhea heard her phone ring as she looked to see that Raquel was calling.

“Hey Raq, I just got out of the meeting, ‘sup?”

“Ay, al fin, loca. Shayna and I are waiting for you outside, we’re gonna go and pick up Zoey and then we’re heading out.”

“Alright, I’ll be there in a minute, see you.” She then hung up as she kept her phone in her pocket before she turned to Damian. “I’m heading out. If anything happens, text me.”

“I got you. Stay safe though.” Damian nodded at her as they fist bumped one another before she began to walk away. She managed to head outside the parking area where Raquel and Shayna had been waiting for her. Raquel was in the driver’s seat of her rental car as she decided to move to the passenger seat to allow Rhea to be the one driving.

“She’s still at the hotel?” Rhea asked as she put her seatbelt on.

“Yeah well, she overslept. I told her not to go to the gym last night but noooo, her dumbass didn’t wanna listen.” Shayna said as she texted her phone. “But I’m letting her know that we are on our way.”

“Where are we going anyways?” Rhea asked as she arched an eyebrow while she began to drive off.

“Whenever we want,” Raquel shrugged. “Chica, it’s a Saturday. We get to do whatever the fuck we want today. And plus, you need a break.”

“Thanks for reminding me again.” Rhea almost said sarcastically while Raquel gave her a look. After a while, they arrived at the hotel as they waited. Raquel was the one to call Zoey’s phone as they waited at the parking lot when they heard the door open.

“Shut up, I’m here!” Zoey said almost urgently as she got inside the car and sat with Shayna in the back. “What’s the occasion anyways? Y’all were rushing me like it’s the end of the world.”

“We are going to places. Wherever Rhe Rhe decided to take us to.” Raquel casually said. “And I’ll be paying.”

“Well as long as we get to chill, I’m cool with it.” Zoey simply commented before she perked up. “Oh by the way, Rips, I hope you’re ready for that match at Survivor Series against me.”

“Oh, you bet your ass that you’ll be in for Hell, I’ll tell you that.” Rhea scoffed as she fixed the rear view mirror before she drove away with them.

“Well, if Liv doesn’t get to you fi— ow!” Shayna yelped when Zoey smacked her in the shoulder.

“Hey, no Liv, no Dom, no Roman, not even a word of them. We talked about this.” Raquel told Shayna sternly.

“Sorry…”

The group continued to chat about many things until they stopped by a red light. Because Rhea’s phone was connected to the car’s Bluetooth radio, a call came through, and everyone could see that it was Roman calling.

“Girl, I thought you blocked him—“ Zoey blurted out while Rhea sighed and rubbed her head.

“Fuck my life.”

“Ah ah ah, you’re not answering.” Raquel quickly said. “Just let it ring.”

“Yeah, what she said.” Shayna immediately agreed.

“… guys, it might be something about the meeting—“

“Oh you have GOT to be kidding me, Rhea don’t you dare—“

“We signed a contract thirty minutes ago, so Reigns might have an update for me, Jesus.” Rhea snapped at them as she huffed. “Plus, it’s just one phone call. Won’t take that long.”

“… Okay, fine, answer it. But only if we hear it.” Raquel told her as she sighed deeply. Rhea only nodded as she went ahead and answered the call.

“Reigns, whatever you have to say, make it quick. I’m quite busy here.”

“Just wanted to let you know that Wiseman just spoke with Triple H on the phone. He wants to arrange a meeting this Monday with us.”

“Alright. We accept.” Rhea replied as she made a left turn, all the while Raquel, Shayna, and Zoey listened carefully. “Time and place?”

“Next Monday at 10 AM before Raw.”

“Good, we’ll be there.” Rhea was then about to hang up when Roman suddenly spoke.

“Also, I know you’re busy and everything but… if there’s a chance if we can meet up tomorrow and—“

“Nope, she’s busy with us, so bye bye!” Zoey immediately interrupted as she reached the screen and hung up on the call.

“Zoey what the fuck—“

“Hey, I’m saving your mental health girl. You’ll thank me later.” Zoey said as she smiled while Shayna tried her best not to laugh beside her.

Rhea stared at Zoey incredulously from the rear view mirror. “You did not just do that…”

“I mean, I would’ve done the same.”

“Raquel, please.”

“What? It’s true.”

“Look, Zoey’s right though.” Shayna told her. “Don’t think about them for now. Get your break, you can worry about your own shit later.”

Rhea sighed as she continued to drive away. The group spent most of their day hanging out in several places for the most part.

Up until nighttime, the group returned to the hotel as they got out of the car and walked together.

“We should do that more often,” Raquel commented as she carried her purse and her phone all in one hand. “I’m kinda liking this whole thing, to be honest with you guys.”

“Yeah, even better than dealing with shit at work.” Zoey snorted as she looked at the time in her watch. “I’m heading to the bar for a bit, does anyone wanna join?”

“I can” Shayna folded her hands inside her pockets before she turned to Raquel and Rhea. However, Raquel yawned as she shook her head.

“Sorry guys, as much as I want to, I need to take a few z’s… I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“I might go for a swim in the pool for a bit. It’s not that late anyways.” Rhea mumbled as she also looked at the time in her watch.

“Alright, if you guys change your minds, you know where to find us.” Shayna told them, her and Zoey bid the other two women farewell as they went to the bar while Raquel and Rhea went to the elevator.

“Told you this was a good idea.” Raquel said as she pressed the button of the elevator.

“Aside from Shayna and Zoey screaming and singing in the car like a pair of hyenas? Yeah, it was.”

“Oh please, you were literally headbanging whenever your favorite songs played the entire time.” Raquel snorted.

“We should do it more often- but only after I retain my title against Zoey.”

“Oh, you’re THAT confident, I see you.”

Both laughed as they went inside the elevator. As they did, Rhea felt her phone vibrate in her pocket as she blinked and retrieved it.

She had three texts. One from Dom, one from Roman.

And unexpectedly, a third one from Liv.

Her smile dropped as she sighed deeply while Raquel noticed. “You’re making a face, something’s wrong. Let me guess, Roman texted?”

“Close.”

“Roman and Dom?”

“Closer. One more.”

“… no way.”

“Yep.”

“What the hell does Liv want—?”

“I don’t know, and frankly, I do not care right now.” Rhea immediately said as she kept her phone inside her pocket once again before the elevator stopped as they both got out.

“Do you want me to talk to her? Because I can gladly deal with her again if I have to.” Raquel asked as they both went to Rhea’s room while Rhea went to unlock her door.

“No. No, I’ll be alright.” She reassured her as she exhaled. “I’ll deal with her on Monday.”

“Deal with her? Rhea what do you—“

“I spoke with Adam and apparently, Liv wants to settle this score with a non-title match. And because unfortunately I need to keep everything settled again, I had no choice but to accept.”

“Rhea, fighting Liv isn’t going to solve anything.”

“Well, try telling her that. She was the one that asked for the match.”

“Look- let me talk to her first. Tomorrow.” Raquel insisted to her. “That way maybe you don’t have to deal with her the hard way on Monday. You have a lot on your plate right now, and I want to help. I really do.”

Rhea stared at her for a moment as she pondered, considering her idea before she leaned against the wall. “You know, if only the circumstances were different, I’d have you join the Judgment Day.”

Raquel chuckled at that before her expression immediately changed to a serious one. “Yeah no— thanks, but no thanks.”

“That’s what they all say at first until they give in. I’m just saying.” Rhea said as she smirked while she opened her door. “Think about it.”

“Still a no- but hey, I’m open to hang out with you guys though. Except Dom, you know damn well that we will argue like little kids.”

“Hey, I can’t guarantee that he won’t be around. Even if we’re broken up, he still hangs out with Priest and Finn and only talks to me when needed, so.” Rhea said as she crossed her arms while Raquel scoffed and slowly walked away.

“Same thing with Reigns then?”

“Sadly, too. Although it’s a bit different, now that you mention it…”

“Oh come on, why do you always pick pussies?”

“Well, they are what they eat.”

“Chingona—“ Raquel almost howled laughing while Rhea also couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, watching as her best friend walked to her room. “Alright, I’m hitting the hay. See you in the morning! Take care!”

“No promises!” Rhea replied back.

“You will promise!”

“No I won’t!”

With that, Rhea went into her room as she closed the door behind her. She placed her things on the table lamp beside her bed before she removed her shoes and plumped herself down on the bed as she looked up at the ceiling. She rested there only for a bit, considering whether she should head down to take a quick dive on the pool and then come back and sleep or just finish off her day for now. She looked at the time on her watch before she made her choice and went to the bathroom. She would rather go in the morning after she did her daily workout in the gym.

After a quick shower, she went to grab her suitcase as she had the towel wrapped around her body, looking for a set of comfortable clothes to sleep with. She managed to dig for a pair of panties, followed by a pair of black shorts. She then went to look for a shirt when she noticed one in particular inside her suitcase as she blinked and— wait, this one looked a bit bigger on her than usual...

Blinking, she took a closer look at it when realization dawned on her.

Roman’s shirt.

“Fuck.” She mumbled as she snatched a bathrobe from the bathroom and placed it around her immediately while also putting on her panties and shorts underneath. No, she can’t have his shirt here with her. She had to give it back to him. She was trying her best to give herself some space from him and everything else going on- what if he also went to try and look for it when he realizes that he doesn’t have that shirt with him?

She held the shirt in her hands, debating whether she should go and find him to give it back when she heard a knock on her door which startled her. “Fuck—“

“Ripley, it’s me.” She suddenly heard Roman’s voice from outside. At that, Rhea paused as she looked at the door, then at the shirt in her hands. “Look… I just want to talk.”

She remained silent, hoping that he would assume that she wasn’t there in the first place. However at the same time, she just wanted to open the door to him and tell him.

But tell him what, exactly?

“Rhea, I know you’re there. I just heard you curse earlier. Look, if you don’t want to talk the —“

“Wait, hold on.” She immediately called out as she replaced the bathrobe with another shirt of hers from her suitcase. She then looked down at his shirt before she took a deep breath as she once again took it and went to open the door.

“Hey.”

“Hey. Are you doing alright?”

“… I’ve been worse.” She only mumbled before she looked down at his shirt and gave it to him. “I uh, I packed it by accident… I figured I should’ve returned it to you.”

“No. No, it’s fine. I… I didn’t come here for that, anyways,” He said to her. Rhea went silent at that as she looked down moment before she looked up. “I wanted to check on you.”

“Look… I’m sorry, it’s just…” She mumbled, trying to find the right words to say. “I’m just trying to keep it together at this point.”

“I know. I get it. It’s been rough, but look, I’m here if you need anything and—”

“No, Reigns, it’s…” Rhea trailed off as she sighed deeply. For some unknown reason, she felt a knot form on her throat as she tried to compose herself as she spoke. “…I’m sorry, I don’t want to sound like a dick, but…I need some space. I need some time. Alone.”

“...Well, if that's what you want- if that’s what you need, then that’s what i’ll give you.” He softly cupped her face before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead, as if saying goodbye. He then gave her one last look before walking away, right when tears began to fall down her cheeks.

“Fuck.” She cursed underneath her breath as she went back inside her room and locked the door behind her. She allowed her tears to fall from her eyes as she rested her back against the door. She then looked down at her hand and realized that she still had his shirt.

He never took it back.

Without a word, she simply went to turn off the lamp in her room before she laid down in bed, holding the piece of cloth close to her and even hugging it for dear life as she laid on her side. Had she made the right choice?

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A Court of Mischief and Purpose, Chapter Three (Loki x fem! Reader series, A Court of Thorns and Roses Hiddlesverse AU)

Series Summary: Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses series is reimagined with Tom Hiddleston's various characters. You are dying of tuberculosis right before your upcoming wedding to the Lusty Vicar of Aldwinter, Will Ransome. As you lay on what could be your deathbed, the god of mischief Loki appears before you with a deal. He will heal you in time for the wedding...if you spend a week of every month with him. Opening you to a world of more magic and danger than you ever could imagine...

Chapter Summary: Your first week to live your end of the bargain. It brings you an awareness of "variants" and you meet another prince with the same look as your fiancee. Then your worst fears and doubts about your fiancee are proven true...

Chapter One//Chapter Two

Content Warnings: Cheating (not Loki, but...* takes a long sip of a fun little drink with a straw*...dealing with Will Ransome's canon cheating and portraying it as bad so Will fans and Lusty Vicarettes you have been warned). Period Typical Attitudes. Mentions of sex and religion and grief and angst. But some fluff and humor.

Word count: 8K

A/N: Oh, the sweet irony of revising this while traveling as my brother drove and the playlist playing "Getaway Car" as I work on this. Heh heh. And of course, I figure out how to use my babygirl, Prince Hal! Here, he's the stand-in for the character of Mor for those of you familiar with the ACOTAR books! I hope you like it! Comments, DMs, asks, and reblogs are always appreciated! :)

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Loki began to strut forward like he owned the church. Eyes were wide over him. Any who tried to step forward to block him, Loki flung his wrist and sent a bit of magic their way. Whoosh! They were knocked over. A couple of people screeched and ran away from the church.

He approached you with a wink and then turned to see the congregation and wedding party.

“I hate to interrupt such a lovely ceremony, but this lovely, stunning, ravishing lady here wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for me..."

He turned to you, fidgeting with his bow tie again.

“I’m not too overdressed am I, Y/N? Well- what should it matter to a god.”

William stepped forward; he put his arm protectively over you.

“Who are you!? Leave her alone!” he threatened.

Loki raised his eyebrows, never losing his smile.

“Why-she told you outright! I am Loki- God of Mischief and rightful heir of Asgard and your world too, perhaps.”

William’s face turned red and then white. There were a crash and a few people rushed over- the bishop, at the sight of a pagan god before him, had fainted.

“What…what is going on!?” your father demanded. He added to the protective party to put an arm over you. You stood there like a statue, eyes wide.

“You see here- Y/N made a deal with me. She was about to die of consumption. I offered to heal her in exchange for just one short little week every month where she’ll stay with me. Well, it’s now one month since I saved her from death- time for me to call in her end of the bargain. Y/N, it’s time for a little trip!”

“Let us finish the ceremony, please!” Father insisted.

Loki pulled out an ornate gold pocket watch from his jacket and checked the time.

“If I am correct, it has been exactly thirty-one days to the minute of Y/N being healed. Maybe I’m a few hours off. But it’s time to collect my deal with the About to Be Mrs. Ransome…”

He glanced over at the unconscious bishop as guests fanned and fetched him water.

“And I think this ceremony is about over.”

He turned over to the people who had remained in their seats, gesturing to them. He spoke loudly, keeping his hands in his pockets. But still spinning around to make sure everyone got the message.

“Oh-by the way-no serpent, everyone! I checked and rechecked- There never was a serpent!  And no Leviathan, either. No giant, magical, fanged, man-eating, girl-abducting snake. It’s just a dead whale! Thought I might save all of you the trouble while I was here! Don’t get yourselves in a big fuss over nothing- Just a whale carcass!”

They gasped and murmured among each other. Your jaw lowered to where you could have eaten a fly and not noticed. William’s lips quivered and he looked around with big eyes. He tightened his grip on you.

“This…this is real? Are you seeing this too?” he asked you.

You felt tears brim your eyes.

“Yes, Will…it is real…I told you the truth. And now it’s happening.”

You then looked at the god. You kept shaking and processing all of this was real.

William stepped forward. “We’ll…. we’ll compromise. Think of a bargain!” he said.

Loki folded his arms, “And what kind of bargain are you proposing? I have to warn you- I’m not in the mood,” he said the last word like a snarl.

“No…” you murmured. The first words you spoke.

They all looked at you. Not a passive pawn to be tossed and turned around. But a real person is deciding their fate. You broke from the arms of the men.

“Papa, Will, stop! I promised him I would go-and I will go. It’s only a week. I gave Loki a promise as he gave me his. It’s only a staying over somewhere else- I’m not being sacrificed or anything!”

You stepped forward. Loki smiled, keeping his hands in his pockets.

“Well…say your goodbyes and come along, Y/N darling,” he said.

William gave Loki a glare.

“If you try to harm her-.” He threatened.

“Don’t worry-I’ll return her safe and sound and unruined…. unless she would like that…” Loki interrupted.

You shot Loki a look with a stubborn frown, despite a couple more whispers from the people sitting down.

You looked at your parents, your friends, the bridesmaids. Stella’s own eyes were big too and she was quiet. Despite slight trepidation, she looked at Loki in fascination. As did the few others.  You approached them.

“It won’t be long; I will be right back. There’s nothing to be scared of.”

You then turned to your parents.

“You-you cannot do this!” Your mother cried.

“I must. I’d be dead if I said no…” you replied.

You then looked up at William. Part of you wanted to touch his face, take his hand in yours…. but you couldn’t. The letters, the words still swimming in your mind. It kept you from giving him a farewell kiss. You only looked at him, tears in your eyes. You felt his grip tighten like he was going to pull you back to him.

“I’m so sorry…Will…”

Sorry that your own emotions, your weakness, your doubts made your feet stop from completing the marriage. Sorry you went into his office. Sorry you saw those letters. Those were the words you wanted to say. But instead, you said more.

“Please, Will…there’s no other way…and he won’t hurt me…I told you this would happen. I’ll be back soon.”

Your fiancée said nothing but gave a curt nod.  He let you go. You then turned to Loki. The god reached out.

“Take my hand, Y/N.”

You took it. From his pale skin, you expected a cold touch. But then he wrapped an arm around you- soft and warm.

“Hold on,” he whispered.

You squeezed onto his hand.  White and golden magic swirled over all of you. Before a single person could yell out “what the hell actually happened?!?” The white and brown church and everyone in it faded away in it. You felt weightless for only a minute. The colors of the rainbow swirled around you, and you gasped in shock.

You wondered, even dreaded what Asgard looked like. Would it be dark, like Loki? Depraved? Full of all sorts of trickery- fruits that would turn into beasts and whatnot? Why didn’t you read that book about Norse mythology further?! But when the colors faded, you saw somewhere…light. There was the glow of the sunset. It was a lovely palace. Comfortable even. Golden and majestic. There were tall marble columns and outside was a whole city with buildings like tall spikes. But the columns of the building shone. And the marble floors showed your reflection.

Loki swept out a theatrical arm.

“Welcome to Asgard,” he greeted. You took a few steps out to look around.

“This is not quite the place I imagined….” You confessed.

You tipped your head up to see the ceiling.

“This is my home, the palace itself. What were you imagining?” he asked.

“Something….dark and dangerous…” you shrugged.

Loki swirled on his heels, putting his hands in his pockets.

“We do have dark, and we do have dangers like any other place. But not here-there are guards everywhere…”

You turned and saw a flight of stairs leading up to a large golden throne room. It shone so much it almost hurt your eyes.

“Will you ever tell me a ‘thank you?’” Loki asked.

You turned around, blinking at him.

“What do you mean? For healing me?”

 “Y/N, my dear, I thought you would be grateful for calling in the bargain when I did.”

“Grateful?!” you asked, turning around.

“I heard you. You were begging for someone, anyone to help you. To get you out of here,” he said. Though there was earnestness in his voice.

“What do you mean you heard me?” you asked.

“I heard your own voice- clearly in your head as I hear your words now. You were practically crying out for someone to get you out of your own wedding….”

You widened your eyes.

“I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say a word when the ceremony began!” you refused.

“You were…upset. But you didn’t want to reject William right in front of his entire congregation. But you didn’t want to go through with the marriage. I thought the timing was perfect-and  I wanted to give you as much time as you would need. Not call it in until the last minute…and if I recall, you did call me ‘a sweet, handsome fellow’ when you were a cat…where is that attitude now?”

“I hate to tell you, but I didn’t know that cat was a bloody trickster god!”

With a tit of his head, his tuxedo was melted to his normal green, black, and gold robes. Then he folded his arms. He circled around you, looking you up and down. You couldn’t help but follow him.

“Hmmm…what is that thing you’re wearing?” he asked, his nose scrunching.

“It’s a wedding dress,” you answered.

“This is a wedding dress?” he scoffed in disgust.

He went behind to the skirt in its back and picked it up. You swatted his hand away.

“And what is that skirt?” he asked.

“It’s a Bustle. Every woman wears one. Me included,” you explained.

“Is this what Midgard women wear when they get married from your time? This…this is not a wedding dress it’s…it’s a monstrosity of lace,” he insulted.

You then jerked around.

“I bet you will enjoy having me as a prisoner in your dungeons clad in nothing!” you cursed. If you had to go here, you would not go without a fight.

He chuckled for a second, and then smiled.

“You honestly think I am that callous to throw you in the dungeons!? Oh no-you are no prisoner here. You’re definitely no servant or slave. You’re a guest here at the palace. And you will be comfortable. You will have your own rooms, be fed, and you may spend your free hours however you would like. And have some clothes other than this…bustle thing you call it.”

“So, a gilded cage then?” you asked.

He raised an eyebrow.

“And your upcoming marriage was not a gilded cage?” he asked.

You shook your head, tightening your jaw.

“I understood the responsibilities of being a clergy wife when I said yes to Will’s proposal-I’m not naïve and I’m not a fool. I was ready…” you argued.

You bunched your hands into fists, holding your ground before him.

“I did this…for William. It was a sacrifice I had to make for him!” you said.

Loki frowned. His eyes serious as he spoke.

“And would William sacrifice himself for you?”

You had had enough.

In a rage, you took off your slipper and hurled it at Loki. He ducked it over his dark head, and it crashed into the floor. You did your best to ignore the tears in your eyes.

“I guess you’d rather have the servants take you to your rooms than me. And I won’t ask for that ‘thank you’…I can guess you aren’t willing to give one now…”

“You’re a pig,” you spat.

Sure enough, there were servants who led you over to a bedroom. It had golden walls and marble floors. There was a door leading to a bathroom. It had a bathtub the size of your old room. When you turned on the water, it came out hot. Taking off your shoes and stockings, you had to dip your toe in to make sure it was not too scalding. But as you peeled off each layer of your clothes and got in, it was so relaxing you felt yourself sigh from it. There were soaps that smelt of honey. You rubbed yourself clean and sat in that tub, watching the suds over the water. It was so peaceful with the steam and the sound of the rushing water and perfumes of the soap, you forgot for a moment about the letters.

A servant knocked on the door and you jumped. But they only spoke from the privacy of its closing.

“Would you like to dine with the prince tonight?” asked a light, female voice.

“With Loki? No thank you!” you said.

 You were not in the mood to deal with him now. The wedding, or attempt at a wedding, was done. The course of your adrenaline was done, and you felt too tired. He was not going to bat at you like a toy for him to torment. Or let him ask questions you weren’t ready to answer. Ready to deal with.

“Well, would you like a tray delivered?” she asked.

“Uh…yes…” you replied.

“One shall be brought to you,” she confirmed.

After taking a moment to soak up that warm tub, you emerged and dried yourself. A robe was made available-silky and golden. Once you went out to your bedroom, you peeked through the curtains to see it was now dark. There was a sky full of stars littered across the sky. Like sparkles on diamonds. You felt your breath stop at its beauty. On the bed was laid a nightgown- a long, light pink dress with long sleeves. There were even silk ribbons tied into a bow at the collar. Far silkier than the cotton ones you lived in when you were sick and far prettier. It was hard not to feel princess like as you put it on inside the palace.

The servants brought a large dinner over to you on a tray. There was even wine brought up to you so strong, you could only sip a little of it at a time. Only half of that meal and you were stuffed to bursting. As your dinner digested, you enjoyed a glass as you admired the stars. It was strong enough, that it washed away your worries about what you read-about this horrid possibility of Will’s. And soon you crashed asleep onto the soft bed.

When you awoke the next morning, the sun shone through the curtains like melted gold. Out the window, you saw a city like no other. How…beautiful it all looked. Opposite of what you thought Asgard would be like. You gasped to see two planets floating in the sky. Like they would kiss the ground, yet they didn’t.

It wouldn’t do to stay inside. For your insistence to not be treated like a prisoner, you were about to turn your room into a prison. No Loki influence needed. You had slept well-you were refreshed and re-energized- even to deal with him.

They brought you a gown of green. Perhaps it quoted him. But how…strange it felt! Silky and long and flowy! Where was a shift? Petticoats? Corset? Stockings? Buttons? Gloves? Hats? No-the servants brought you none of those. Those weren’t part of Asgardian fashion. It felt wrong, it felt out of place. But when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Even if it felt odd to wear them. Though…they were comfortable. And light to walk in, too. As you walked out, they took you to a dining hall. You were seated on the side of the table as plates arrived. In strolled the swaggering footsteps of the prince Loki.

“Good morning-and don’t you look lovely, Y/N.”

There was no one else arriving. You looked around nervously.

“Where is a chaperone?” you asked.

“We don’t have every move of a young woman being constantly watched here,” he said.

“So, I must eat with you and be with you unchaperoned?” you asked.

“You will be fine…we have another coming up. No one is going to take advantage of the honored guest of the palace…” he said.

He sat himself onto the chair next to you. You felt as if a bird was flying around in your stomach. He did lean closer, with that same smirk.

“Rest well Y/N?” he asked.

“I…I did…” you admitted.

You went over and sat at dinner with them. Though as you passed, a strong, metallic smell caught your nose. Loki’s eyes glimmered as you turned your head. There was a servant carrying several brushes and a can of grey paint. They walked by and then vanished into the next hall.

“What…what’s going on? Is everyone in Asgard a painter?” you asked.

“Oh…you are not the only guest here. There is someone else…a troubled gentleman. It seems that painting on walls right now is his consolation. But! We do have another guest joining us…perhaps. He does love a good party. Might still be sick.”

There was the sound of footsteps.

“Ah. Here he is,” Loki smiled.

In walked another gentleman clad in more strange clothes. He had a red leather jacket and a red cap over his head with dark pants. Beneath his cap was a head full of beautiful ginger curls. Though he had a smirk on his face, there was a dagger to his side. He plopped himself on the chair.

“Did you rest well…unless you’re still drunk,” said Loki.

“To your shock, I stayed here last night. And only went to one tavern,” the stranger retorted.

He picked up an orange from the table and began to peel it with his dagger. Though something was undeniable- he had long, curly auburn hair, high cheekbones, and bright blue eyes. His face, his hair, his eyes…it seemed you never left Will.

“Oh, I should introduce you both- Y/N, meet his royal highness, Prince Henry…” Loki began.

“Bosom companions call me Hal. And my brothers call me Harry,” he said.

“You might know him from your time as his majesty Henry the Fifth,” Loki continued.

You almost dropped your fork.

“Henry the Fifth! The warrior king who won Agincourt!?”

“What is Agincourt?” Hal asked.

You backed down. Loki did say he was a prince- so he was not the king yet.

“And Hal, meet the beautiful, generous, and charming Y/N.”

You bobbed your head in greeting and Hal smiled and acknowledged it. But your yes darted between them, astonished.

“It’s not polite to gape, Y/N.” Loki said.

“I know but…Hal, I’m so sorry. You look a little…familiar…” you apologized.

“Oh, yes. We’re all supposed to look alike, my lady. The reason- we’re all apparently variants,” Hal replied.

You widened your eyes. Loki waved his hands, explaining.

“My variants- variants of me across time, across space. Yet each becomes different people, makes different choices and even take on different looks. Well, at least, in their hair! Why do you think Hal and I resemble your dear vicar so much?”

“A vicar? Dear lord and lady, may I ask-what is a vicar?” Hal asked.

“He’s a priest, he’s my…my fiancée,” you explained.

But soon you’d have to return…but why were you dreading it? Dreading completing the marriage?

“Why is a priest getting married? I thought they never could!” Hal asked.

“Oh, dear. Your country is still entirely Catholic. Your split and the ability for priests to marry won’t happen for another good century…” you reasoned.

“The church shall split! Fie-who would ever imagine!” Hal cursed.

 Loki laughed with a toothy grin. Hal still looked with a tilted head and hypnotized eyes. He would ask more, but you would have to discuss the four hundred years of events later. You took a napkin to your lips and wiped off your mouth.

“Why are you gathering your variants?” you asked.

“It’s not to have a good drink and celebrate…if only it could be,” Hal cut in.

Loki’s eyes hardened. He folded his hands and looked at you.

“Because a war is coming, Y/N.”

You paused.

“A…a war?”

“Wars between worlds. Between planets,” Loki said.

“And you are gathering your variants because of this war?”

“Precisely.”

Hal wiped off the orange peel from his dagger and set it aside it. He tore apart the fruit, chewing on it solemnly. He leaned in his seat and kicked his feet on the table.

“Then why haven’t you kidnapped Will and brought him here instead?” you questioned.

“You looked like you needed help…. desperate help. Far more than he did. Think of your wedding day- you were crying for it. Begging for someone to take you away.”

“I didn’t say anything! I didn’t say one thing aloud- remember! What are you going on about?” you insisted.

He then looked up. Hal raised his eyebrows in amusement.

“When I arrived, you didn’t look particularly happy at your wedding,” he replied.

“Most marriages I know of aren’t for love, Loki,” Prince Hal suggested.

You curled a fist on the table.

“It was for love! I love Will! I do! More than anything! And I wanted to marry him!”

The letters. The blonde hair and grey coat of her-the one who chose with Will to uproot you. The hot, stifling wedding dress. The words of the mothers around you. The oppressive smell of incense and candles. Will in a tuxedo. You felt your stomach sour at the memories. Perhaps you only saw the letters. They were a dream. A vision. Or they were old letters. But…part of you knew the truth. You didn’t want to face it. You realized you were looking forward to this. One more minute away from your fiancée, another minute of hoping, another minute he was your faithful Will. To dream. To give into the illusion of hope and the peace it brought.

But right now, you didn’t feel peaceful.

“Not want. Wanted. Was there a change?” Hal asked innocently.

“It was just…It was because…because…I…” you began to mutter.

They looked at you. Faces so much like his. Eyes like his. It was too much. You felt tears well up. Then you pulled yourself from the table.

“Excuse me gentlemen-I’ve had enough. I need to go,” you excused yourself.

You ran down the hall. You felt yourself crying despite yourself. You didn’t want to seem like a hysterical, emotional, irrational woman in front of these men. You took one of the long sleeves of your dress and wiped them. Wondering if there was one corner to be left alone.

Then there was a booming, deep voice, and heavy footsteps so loud it made you stop your tracks.

“Brother! Where is she? Where have you been hiding her!?  I must meet her!” the deep, masculine voice announced excitedly.

In ran an incredible specimen of a man. He was only barely taller than Loki and Hal, but he was ginormous with ripped, bulky muscles and bright blonde hair and blue eyes. You looked up like him. Then he smiled with the enthusiasm of a rather friendly bear.

“Why! There she is! The woman from Midgard! Our guest!” he cried in his theatrical baritone.

He went up to you and wrapped you in a hug, picking you up like you were made of paper and giving you a hug that crushed your bones. You gasped from the contact from both a stranger and a man! Then he set you down.

“Hello there! You are this Y/N, right?!” he checked.

“Yes! Yes, I am! But sir- we-we haven’t been introduced!” you insisted.

“Oh, right! I am Thor- Prince and Future king of Asgard and God of Thunder, of course!” he laughed, hands on his hips. Oh, how his laugh itself was like thunder and echoed down the castle!

“It is nice to meet you too, sir!” you replied. His joy was infectious.

You heard two footsteps right before you heard Loki and Hal run up to you.

“Ah. I’ve seen you met my brother,” Loki commented.

Thor continued, gesturing to the tall marble columns.

“But Y/N, I SHOULD take you on a grand tour! I gave one to Hal and I should give one for you! Asgard is a beautiful place here- would you like that?!”

You nodded, “yes, I would. But I’m…I’m just a little…a little frazzled. I only arrived yesterday.”

“Hm, yes. That is understandable. But do not hesitate to ask me should you need it, little mortal Y/N! I’m sure you would love it!” he added.

You held your hands and began to fiddle with your thumbs. It would be very boring here. You had to have something to do this week.

“But…could you show me to the gardens? And is there a library here? I do like to read,” you said.

Thor lit up.

“Ah! Yes, of course! I shall show you the way! The garden’s mother’s domain but you can go there any time! And the library! I’ll take you there right away! And I’ll tell you ALL about the history of Asgard!”

He offered his arm, and you took it, walking by him as he chatted away. Hal folded his arms and laughed a little. But you did notice Loki scowling slightly.

It was hard to sleep that night. You found you struggled to drift off. You tossed and turned constantly. Then you finally got out of bed. With a large sigh, you got out of bed. You wrapped a blanket as a shawl and wandered over to the library. You still remembered the way; your ears were still ringing from Thor’s excited chatter.

Though as you walked down the halls, you heard footsteps. You kept turning. You saw no one, but that didn’t mean there was no one there. But you could almost hear a grunt. Then as you turned-there was a flicker. A figure-in the dark! Your heart picked up. Clutching the blanket, you hurried over to the library and shut the door behind.

It was incredibly warm. The fireplace crackled and it smelled old, musty-safe. To think even in another universe, people (and gods) still loved books and stories and knowledge, too.

But as you turned around, you saw no one else on the red seat by the fire than the prince himself-that is, Prince Loki. With a hardcover on his lap. He looked up but did not jump. He only smiled.

“Good evening, Y/N,” he greeted.

“Good evening…what are you doing here?” you asked.

“It’s a late night and without the solace of sleep, I have the solace of books.”

You didn’t want to admit it was the same as you. You only walked forward, going to a book you noticed on the mantle of the fireplace. You opened one book, and to your surprise it was full of writing. Writing about Loki:

“Loki is the handsomest god.

Loki is the most charming god.

Loki is interesting.

Loki is gorgeous.

Loki is flawless.

Loki is a fierce warrior.

Loki is the best lover in bed.”

Scowling, you slammed it shut. But you heard the slight stifle of a laugh from behind. You turned around.

“I would rather not spend it reading about your praises like it was scripture,” you hissed.

“We do have stories here. I’m not as full of myself as you think,” he replied.

“You’ve done very little to prove it,” you dismissed.

He softened his gaze.

“Y/N…are you having trouble sleeping? How come? Is something…something troubling you?”

The letters. The letters. The letters.  But he…he wouldn’t understand. After all, it was Will’s variant, and it was pure luck he chose to whisk you away instead. Maybe another face about to laugh at you.

“I’m…I’m not ready to talk about it. Much less with you,” you answered.

“Very well then. Y/N…there is something here-a special drink. It has a little magic in it, and it helps with sleep…should I ring for a servant to bring one to you?”

“I…uh…yes. Yes, it would be,” you replied.

You didn’t want to be the one he beat every time. But it would be foolish to refuse his help. He fetched a servant outside the door for the drink. Soon, there was a chalice with a dark purple drink inside. It smelled like fruit and had the consistency of wine.

“This should help you, Y/N darling…and of all the books here.”

His curled black head looked around at the shelves.

“This one! I recommend this one.”

He gave you a small black one.

“Should I trust your taste?” you asked.

“It’s not about me. Unless you would like to read that too. Should change your mind about me.”

You said nothing but accepted the book. You got the chalice in your other hand, but before you tuned out, you went to him.

“Loki…I thought I heard something. I thought I heard someone going around right before I got inside. Someone’s…someone’s sneaking around! It could be an enemy…or…or something!”

He let out a half smile and put his hands in his pockets.

“Aren’t you concerned?” you asked.

Loki let out a half-laugh, “oh- must be him again! Old habits die hard! I’ll have a chat with him- he doesn’t mean to scare. Don’t give me that face, Y/N! Here-I’ll escort you to your rooms.”

As you turned around and returned to your room, you realized you forgot to ask who ‘he’ was. Shrugging it off, the drink was semi-sweet like milk. You felt it lull you into a deep sleep quickly.

The week was very quiet and eventless. Though Thor did give you a grand tour of the castle and even some of the city of Asgard. You got to observe court in session a few times and you were introduced to the king and queen. King Odin was only polite. But Frigga was warm and curious about you. Often, she would be in her gardens and would ask you every question about Midgard one could ask. You ate your meals. You went to the gardens and the libraries. Even Hal, when not nursing a hangover, asked you questions about what would happen to England. Before you knew it, seven days were done. Thor, Hal, Loki and you had gathered in the hall.

“Do you have everything?” Loki asked.

You nodded, your wedding dress and clothes in a box for you to take home. You insisted to not get rid of your old clothes. You were dressed in a pink dress that flowed down you like a sunrise. Even Hal nodded and smiled at it.

“I’m sure you would have loved the taverns here. I already found and filtered the best one, Y/N!”

“No thank you-but I appreciate the thought,” you dismissed.

“May your travels be swift, and safe, little mortal!” Thor wished.

“Very good. I will miss your company, my dear.” Loki said.

You gave him a scowling frown. Loki only smiled back, unfazed by your look.

“See you next month, Y/N,” he wished as he snapped his fingers.

There was a rustle of golden light. The castle and the men disappeared within its mist.

 Suddenly, you realized you were back. You were in the middle of Aldwinter-your home. Yet how…ordinary and plain those white houses looked in comparison. Rather than the marble floors, beneath you were the dirt streets. Instead of a sunny day where the sky showed two planets, there were only grey clouds. It was starting to rain, and the dirt was turning to mud, staining the end of your skirt. You fled to your house before you could get the worst of it.

You knocked on the door. Your parents ran forward with a shout. They both embraced you at once.

“Y/N! What are you doing?! And what in heavens name are those clothes?!” your mother questioned.

“Dear heavens! We should have believed you! I’m…I’m sorry my girl,” your father apologized.

“It’s alright. I forgive you. I forgive you all…” you said, hugging them back.

Your father had run out to alert Will. Mother raised an eyebrow at the pink dress. Though she led you into the parlor and sat you down, insisting on a blanket for warmth. She looked at your dress curiously. You didn’t have the usual parts of dress you were used to, but it had a long skirt and long sleeves and was by all accounts appropriate.

Father returned with Will-both soaking wet from dashing out in the rain. The news of your return seemed to make them forget to grab an umbrella. Will’s dark sweater clung to him, his curly hair dampened from the storm and clinging to his face. They set you down and fixed you tea and biscuits. Will grabbed two in his large hand and stuffed them in his mouth.

 You explained to them everything that happened.

“I dined with him in a palace. I had my own room. I met Thor, Frigga, Odin, and even Henry the Fifth himself- alive. I know I sound mad-but I am serious. And after the wedding, all of you should know I am serious.”

 They nodded; glad you were unhurt. They asked questions. You spent so much time talking that the sky soon became dark.  Will gave you a kiss on the hand and said his goodbyes-no word on when the wedding could be rescheduled. You returned to your old room after dinner. As you got back into your old familiar nightgown, your mother entered the room. She patted your bed for you both to sit on it beside her. She rubbed her hands nervously.

“Now Y/N…tell me. You can tell me and be honest. You don’t need to fear pleasing your father or William right now. Did this Loki…Did he…force himself on you?” she asked.

“No,” you answered plainly.

“Did you lie in bed with him?” she pressed further.

“No! I’d never do that! He didn’t lay a hand on me,” you insisted.

She let out a deep breath, but her eyes never faltered.

“I am glad. But Y/N, you went to the house of another man. You stayed there though you are still…still engaged to another. Whatever may or may not have happened, there will be talk, you know…” she warned.

“I understand…but I will tell William. I know he’ll believe me and Mother…I only…I…”

The lie sputtered out of you.

“I was feeling unwell. And I was worried about Loki, was all. We will reschedule the wedding.”

She embraced you and kissed the side of your head.

There was a glimmer of hope. Perhaps it was just a misunderstanding. No- not William. Not Will. Not Will who confided of his secret swims in the ocean. Not Will who you sat beside as each person lined up and presented their yearly tithes to him. Not Will who was good with children and spoke of wanting to be a father someday. Not Will who pet his dog and whistled for him to return with a wagging tail. No- it was a misunderstanding.

Yes, it was a misunderstanding. You didn’t see anything- just some papers. Maybe it was long over, even. He did write-it could be a novel, perhaps. Maybe it was just a small infatuation that faded. He knew what the right thing to do was- he studied and preached the Bible after all.

Or he would…would have ended things. Something felt but never acted on. Or a vision of your wedding nerves projected to where your imagination ran wild. Or maybe…Loki! He must have planted them to fool you into running into the god’s arms!

Scoundrel, you cursed silently.

But sleep was hard to achieve that night. And the few nights after that. And no Asgard medicine to help. When you did manage to fall on the third night, you awoke the next day very early-while it was still dark. And you could not fall back asleep. Your mind racing despite those thoughts of hope.

Maybe you needed some air. Especially as the sun was still rising. The grey clouds made their journey over the pink-orange sky.  Wrapping yourself warm in a shawl, making sure there were slippers on your feet. You walked outside and you sighed with the beautiful, crisp air of the morning and the sound of the ocean. The kiss of a spring morning. You did miss this place, after all! You went down to some of the woods and its walking path- a carved pathway through the grass. The sound of birds and squirrels and animals stirring through the trees comforted you.

Sometimes you saw a rabbit darting across. You heard the grass bend and itch against your bare legs. You missed the shade of the leaves and everything. The smell of the wind and feeling the sun made it warm as it rose. It greeted as it peeked over the horizon. Now that it was confirmed no Serpent was slithering, you could walk about in peace. Maybe it was another trick of Loki’s. Maybe even he himself was the Serpent in the first place, the villain! Despite the heaviness and fog of lack of sleep, you found yourself at peace.

You knew the marshes and fields were not too far away. It felt nice-perhaps you would just drink strong coffee when you returned. That along with the air would make you feel more awake.  You found a path full of beautiful wildflowers growing free, and you began to pluck them. What a nice little bouquet it would make. You kept an eye out for any blue ones- gifts for Stella to press into books. You went over, gathering them. You went along it like it was a path-just as you once did as a little child. It did feel good to be a child every now and then.

You thought you saw one blue one growing, right near where the fields started. What good luck! You walked over there, bent to pick it up. You heard the beating of wings of the bird above you. Out of instinct, you turned your head up.

 You shouldn’t have looked.

There was William- extremely handsome as always. His white shirt was open. His tan coat. The sight would make you giggle and grin with swooning love and even lust.

Usually.

But he was with Cora, dressed in red.

They were embracing. She grabbed his face and kissed him in the field.

You felt your heart begin to race and your stomach turning, the shock making you see stars on the fields of your vision. You felt as if you were stabbed in your stomach. Your throat turned into a lump. You watched as he kissed her back. They kept on kissing. And kissing. Him. Your William. Your Will. You paused as you watched in horror, blinking, rubbing your eyes- realizing what you were seeing wasn’t a vision. But real. Would…would this be a prank of Loki’s? It had to be. You looked around.

But it struck you. The truth you didn’t want to face. And here it was right before you.

William was having an affair. He was unfaithful to you.

You were so filled with utter grief and shock that you couldn’t move. You couldn’t take another step forward.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to barrel yourself forward. You wanted to take your fingernails and claw it into Cora’s pale face. Until bloody scratches ruined her lovely face. To rip out each golden strand of hair on her head. To pluck out her small eyes with your bare hands. To punch and slap her round, ivory face until it bruised. You wanted to strangle William where he was. To run on him and punch his handsome face as tears ran down your face. Or find a stone and finish the deed until he was nothing but a handsome, bloody corpse on a field.

No-that was being a typical, hysterical, emotional overreacting woman.  And you still on the spot. Then, turning away, you immediately began to run. Yes- run like your Will used to like to do.

Only he was not your Will. Not anymore. He would never be your Will.

You ran so hard you nearly tripped over some rocks on the ground. You caught yourself on the trunk of a tree. You hugged it and then sank down to the dirt. You let yourself cry. You rolled yourself into fetal position, hugging your legs, and sobbed so hard you were gasping for breath.

You rushed back home and immediately ran up to your room. You fell on the floor again. Your heart racing. Trying to forget it, but not able to. Not letting yourself even cry. Crying meant someone would knock. Someone would ask what was wrong. And having to tell someone what had happened. But one thought made you feel sick again.

They were probably doing more than just kissing by now.

If he acted like this when you were engaged…how would he act when you were married? You should break it off now. You wanted to break it off. But… If you broke it off…it would mean your reputation as a woman would be tarnished. It happened to a girl named Jane who lived in the next town and now she was labeled as forever ruined and unmarriageable. There was enough talk for it to sweep from her place to here.

But how…how could you marry a man who was unfaithful? Which was it? Damned if you did, damned if you didn’t.

You had to talk to him. Had to discuss it soon. Confront him.

You sat in a daze all day. Speaking to no one. Only saying “yes” or “sure,” to your parents. Not speaking of what you saw. Your parents flitted around you, chatting about perhaps rescheduling the wedding and what might happen. To make sure it was soon so it would be done and there would be no interruptions. It was at noon when you said to your mother you both were embroidering.

“Could I…could I talk to Will? In private?” you voiced.

“Not in his house, Y/N!” father dismissed.

“I know but…I just…want to have a word with him…”

“Only if you both are walking.”

Walking. Walking like you used to. Only now, he walked with…with…with…No. You didn’t feel like walking with him today. Not when you knew he would rather be with.

And you were the one to permit his searches with her! You encouraged him to dance with her when you were sick! You practically threw him in her direction! How could you have been so stupid? You swallowed back another tear as you kept embroidering.

Your mother then turned to you.

“We will meet with Reverend Ransome to see about rescheduling dates. Tomorrow is Sunday, Y/N. You will sit in the front row, as always. Won’t you? There will be a luncheon and the other women will discuss your duties as a rector’s wife more in detail. They’ll let you know everything,” she announced.

You thought since William was a priest, he would be a faithful man. But how did the horrible truth of how the world worked not show you in its face?

Yes, he was a priest…but he was also a man. And men were free to take who they wanted when they wanted. And it was women who had to stay behind, make every sacrifice, and do every bit of work back for them. It was men who had romance and valor and glory while women suffered in silence at their expense.  

And when night arrived, you still couldn’t sleep. Your parents snored safely in their own rooms without a care in the world. Past midnight, you couldn’t take it. You got up and dressed. You put on a warm coat for the night’s chill.

You had to see him. You had to talk to him alone.

 You went over to his house and knocked on the reverend’s door. William opened it up, warm and handsome in his dark sweater as always.

“Y/N, what are you doing up so late?” he asked.

“I could say the same of you…Could I…could I speak to you, Will? I wanted to speak to you alone. But I couldn’t find a minute of privacy today,” you blurted.

“Yes, of course!” he said.

He led you in. This small, dark brown house. The house that was going to be your house. No- his house. For once you married, everything that was yours would become his. His house. His property. And his money. If he wanted to spoil Cora with his money-money that could be used to provide for you and any children from the marriage- he could. And any money you made for yourself would go to him to spoil Cora more. None for your own- it was the law for a married woman. And if he wanted to run off with Cora and not leave you a penny, he could. As a man, he legally could. Your foundation was as broken as your heart.

With those thoughts, you both sat at his table, the light just over his head. He smiled warmly and in ignorance. The dog went up, tail wagging, to greet you. You scratched his soft head until the dog sat by you. You noticed papers with an open book about theology on it.

“No wonder you’re still awake. You work too hard,” you commented.

“Had to revise my sermon until it was right. What can I say- my job is a serious one. I take my own position and my place in the town seriously.”

But not seriously enough, you thought. Will, do you understand the scandal that would erupt if I were to tell one person right now? This is a small town. News gets around quick. People like nothing more than talking.  All I need to do is tell one person, and your reputation and Cora’s and even mine too are done for, you thought.

But you held your lips shut. You wanted to do this. Here you were at last. So why was it so hard?

You squirmed in the chair, then let out a deep breath. Try to think of any way you could approach this subject. He sat across from you.

“I understand that it’s part of your ministry. I respect that. Your family didn’t approve of your choice to join the seminary…now here you are…and it’s…it’s fragile…” you began.

He took your hand. You once melted into the touch. And you should. You did in a way. But now…seeing the grass. The marsh. The field. The early morning. The red dress and blonde hair. The tan coat. The kisses.

You let out another deep breath and continued.

“I’m sorry I made that bargain with Loki. I know it would hurt you. But I wanted to be alive…for you. Don’t you understand? I did it for us, our marriage…and you…”

“I’m sorry-I should admit, I don’t understand what it is to be dying,” William admitted, keeping your hand in his. Two large hands overpowering your own.

“It will be a challenge…. I know what I signed up for when I agreed to marry you. That it was a calling for me as much as it was for you. To look after the town by your side. To represent God as best as I could. To be the leader among women, a role model, an example…William, do you even understand the immense pressure it takes to be the wife of a clergyman? To have every eye watching me every minute? That I must prove to be a godly, good, upright woman to everyone every day and to be-be…”

To be perfect. Perfect for you, you wanted to add on. Yet you could not.

He smiled. Such kindness. That was what made it worse. If he was cruel, wicked, unfeeling man to you all the time, it would make hating him easier. It would make confronting him easier.

“And I don’t doubt you will live up to them…you need only be yourself. I’ll talk to them.”

Then he put a finger to his lips and smiled. You raised your eyebrows.

“I have a gift for you, Y/N…”

You felt a little nauseous when he turned around. Perhaps it was a book. A book on faith he loved and found fascinating. A book that you would use as a vicar’s wife to show your great understanding, to the ideal woman in town everyone looked up to and admired because of your husband. Perhaps a small piece of jewelry like on your birthday. Something beautiful and shining and perfect- like you had to be.

 No-it was worse.

 They were flowers. Wildflowers. Wildflowers you saw in the forest, wrapped up in a red ribbon. The flowers you recognized in the valley. The valley you saw him betray you for Cora.

“I know how much you love flowers, Y/N,” he said.

He brought them to you. But you froze, looking at you. You felt heavy and dull, a slight buzzing in your ears. Your heart raced up. You couldn’t take them.

“You…. you don’t like them?” he asked.

You blinked, and then took your head. You forced a smile on your face.

“Oh, no! I love them. I do!” you said with the pretense of the old you. The you that didn’t know.

You took them, smelled them, and then set them down.

“How were things this week while…while I was gone?” you asked.

“Same old things, you know. Everyone managed to find the whale carcass discussed,” he answered. He kept smiling with his blue eyes alight.

“Then there should be a little relief…your search for consecration is done…”

“Oh, and Mrs. Seaborne!”

You froze in your tracks. He said her name right before you. You were just sitting, but your heart began to pound fast. Your stomach turning sick again. The words, the nice, quiet version of that phrase, “William, I saw you both kissing and found letters. Are you having an affair with her?” were there. But that couldn’t be said. He spoke more.

“Mrs. Seaborne accepted the evidence with grace. She is a magnificent woman, and she-she has suffered so much through her life, but she is learning to enjoy her life again!”

Yes. She is learning to enjoy life again. By taking away yours. Knowingly. Willingly.

And the audacity this man had to sing her praises to your face. You looked down at the table, at the flowers. But you heard him chat on.

“She is…an interesting woman…” you mumbled.

“She told me of how she grew up…” William continued.

How long of this could you take. All the praise. All the laudations. All hailing Cora Seaborne as a queen. A pedestal to beat you with. Something you could never attain, never reach.  A joke waiting to be made in Will’s altar and bed. Because you would never be her. Because you would never be perfect- you would never be Cora.

“And to think, for years, they tried to train her and teach her to be a lady! She does so much to free herself of what ladies should do and be!”

You could practically see her before you. Smiling smugly. Ready to grab your beloved’s face and kiss him before you again and again and again. Wiping her superiority in your face.

You also saw the bitter irony. You had to be the proper vicar’s wife. Cora was the wild, spirited, unconventional woman. And yet it was Cora William preferred. Another person you had to force yourself to become. Another role to play. Because you own self wasn’t enough for William. Your own self was too boring. Too imperfect.

If you were imperfect, let you be imperfect. If you were a demon to Cora’s angel, so be it. If you were a monster, a hag, a freak, an abomination to Cora’s beauty, then so be it. If you were the bad to Cora’s good, you would go down as the absolute worst.

You looked at Will. He was smiling and leaning down to pet his dog. You were breathing fast. Your false smile dropped.

The words boiled in you. Before rationality, before self-control, and your better judgement could stop you, the words boiling inside you overflowed as he leaned down.

“Cora isn’t a lady- she’s a cunt.” You said.

He blinked rapidly, jumping up. His eyes squinted, making sure you said what you said. The aftertaste of the word felt bittersweet. Freeing.

“What did you say?” he repeated softly.

The cruel, harsh words- the cruelest, harshest words you ever heard yourself capable of- poured out of you- a dam long contained. You felt the cold fury in your own voice.

“Cora Seaborne is a cunt, and a bitch…”

You squared him in the eye, your gaze hardening.

“And a whore.”

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Maid of Honor [|] Stephen Strange x F!Reader

@lucywrites02 this is for u

part 2

Summary: Stephen goes to Christine’s wedding, where you’re the maid of honor.

Warnings: Mild MOM spoilers (it’s literally just the wedding in the trailer), fem!reader, flirting, weddings, Stephen-typical swearing 

Rating: PG

“Doctor Strange,” someone called softly. The voice came like a dream, and the hands that touched his shoulders felt like heaven. The way you said his name was clearly informal, no matter the title. “You should sleep soon. C’mon.” 

“Oh, Y/N,” he groaned in exhaustion, “I just have to finish this report. Go home without me.”

He felt lips brush against his. “I would, but I can’t leave without my favorite man in the whole wide world. That would be inhumane. What if he can’t drive himself home?” You leaned against the back of his hair, letting your fingers play with whatever they wanted.

Stephen smiled as hands ran through his hair. “I really do have to finish this, sweetheart. You can go home and get some well-deserved rest.” He closed his eyes and wiped his face. “Don’t let me keep you, Doctor Strange.” He looked up at you, and he felt a foreign hunger, a yearning in his soul.

“Well, you’ll have to start coming home with me soon, Stephen.” You crossed your arms, your beautiful wedding ring glittering in the light. He sat back in his chair as he admired you. You noticed and very softly added, “In the near future, J won’t be able to drive.”

His eyes widened. “…Why?” 

You beamed. “I have foot surgery soon.”

He sat up again. “What? Why did you say that as if—?”

“—As if I was pregnant? To see how you’d react. Nice to know you were disappointed.” You laughed, kissed his head with sympathy, and then once more on the mouth. “I’ll go get my stuff.”

-- -- -- 

Stephen bolted up in bed with a scream. He was drenched in sweat, his face felt too warm, and his heart wouldn’t stop beating. It wasn’t a nightmare, but it was all too real. His mouth tingled. His forehead tingled. The tears in his eyes were odd, misplaced. He had no time to be emotional. He looked over at the clock—7 AM. Four hours until Christine’s wedding… four hours to try and forget that he dreamt he was married to his old coworker. 

Stephen Strange usually knew how his day was going to go. There were usually two routes: bland, boring, and normal, or big, nasty, aliens from outer space. If it wasn’t one of the two, it was some kind of mashup. Right now, he wasn’t sure if he would choose normal. He would see you again, just like he frequently had over the last couple of months. You’d become a close friend to him, now. 

“She probably won’t care about what you look like,” he said, scratching the back of his neck as he found himself wondering what to wear. Just because Y/N had once harbored feelings for him but that didn’t mean anything now. Christine was getting married, so anything could happen. “You’ll be fine.”

He speedily got ready for the day from that point on. He remembered combing back his hair, just the way he used to. He remembered picking his suit out, hoping it would bring out his eyes. Though he wanted to forget that dream, part of him wanted to make it a reality. He was wishing and praying for partnership, nowadays—ironic, since he wasn’t sure he believed in God. 

“You’re an imbecile,” he told himself in the mirror. He scowled. The Cloak of Levitation wiped away stray hair and caressed his cheek. He dispassionately waved it away, muttering about something that he couldn’t even remember the moment it passed his lips. He had just opened a portal with his Sling Ring, plastered a smile on his face, and stepped into the church he swore he would behave in. He had to. 

He would hurt the bride if he didn’t, and he would completely shatter the maid of honor.

He sat next to Nic West, swapped stories very speedily, and had to hear about how he “didn’t get the girl.” He just breathed in and decided it was best not to answer.

When she started down, he very nearly died. She was so beautiful in white. There she was, wearing a veil, holding flowers, smiling up at the crowds. There was Y/N, too, right there in front of her, glittering in similar radiance and angelic beauty. He hadn’t meant to look at you. He knew it would be trouble.

He couldn’t tear his gaze from you, now. 

You mouthed, “Hi, Stephen,” and waved as you passed. It took him a moment to process it, to recover. He waved back quickly. You beamed and then looked forward, taking your place beside Christine at the altar. He wet his lips. 

“Wow. You and Y/N?” Dr. West asked. “I would have never guessed.”

“Stranger things have happened,” he muttered, unwilling to tell the truth. He felt terrible for it; it was just one of those things he couldn’t let go of. He couldn’t admit he had been dreaming about her for weeks. They sat down, letting the wedding commence. 

It was a beautiful ceremony. It was hard to remember how much his own heart ached while watching the vows be exchanged, looking at the obvious love in each other’s eyes. Stephen couldn’t entirely let go of what had once been, but it was nice to know that Christine would be taken care of at the very least. 

His heart was pained, his smile was hard to keep, but he felt closure. She was happy enough to invite him to her wedding. She was happy. That was all that mattered. He could move on and know this was how it ended.

Once the bride and groom made their exit, everyone else started toward the reception. Stephen found himself staring, watching Christine and her husband kiss one more time—he also caught your face, again, too. The best man, whoever he was, introduced himself to you. You shook his hand, told him some response, and shrugged off whatever else he asked you. 

Nic West stopped Stephen. “Hey. I think that guy is chatting up your girlfriend. You better go get her, huh?” He gave him a sly smirk.

“Yeah,” he said. His brevity came back from when Y/N had originally waved at him. “I’ll, uh, be back.” He adjusted his tie and stepped away from West. Away from West… Toward you. 

“…really sorry, I just can’t get involved with my best friend’s husband’s best friend. That’s too cliche for me.” You shook your head, laughing off whatever the best man had just said. “You’re really nice, Tom, but I’m not into you that way.”

“Had to shoot my shot, didn’t I?” 

“I’m glad you did!”

“Am I interrupting something?” Stephen asked, walking up. You jumped and turned.  

“Oh, no, not at all!” Y/N replied. You smiled at him. He smiled back. It was new, but it was still somewhat pleasant. “I was just taking care of something.”

“It was a surprise to see you getting asked out,” Strange told you. “How are you doing?”

“I’m doing the best that I can.” You gestured for him to walk with you. He did as told. “Recently I tried to get over somebody; it didn’t really work. You know how it is.”

He stopped for a moment. He did know that. He also knew what it felt like to start falling for a woman in his dreams. “Yeah, I do. But it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”

“No, it doesn’t.” You moved a strand of hair out of your face. “Even though it was the same man since I was working under you.” You laughed. “I’m not just some kid anymore. That’s crazy, isn’t it?”

“Very,” he replied, his throat going a little dry. “Do you want to go to the reception together? Maybe dance?”

“Sure!” You beamed. “I would love to. Hey, Doc, are you okay? You look a little sweaty.”

“Of course, I’m okay.” He was not. “It’s just been so long since I saw you last.” A whole week. So long. He offered his arm to you and you took it. “I knew you were going to be here, but I didn’t know you were going to be beautiful. In fact, I didn’t know you could outshine the bride.”

“I’m not buying anything you say, you know.” You gave him a look. “Enough of your flattery.”

“I don’t flatter, I tell it how it is.” They swayed a little as they walked. “Besides, seeing you like this? Think about how I feel!”

“Oh, I think about you all the time.” You stopped, flushing. “Sorry! That sounded a little weird, didn’t it?” You cringed.

“Not at all.” He laughed. “You’ve always been so caring. I didn’t deserve it at all.”

“I was also in love with you for a long time,” you reminded him. A wave of heat fell down his spine. “I shouldn’t have cared that much back when you and Christine were in cahoots.” 

“I should have cared about you more.” He let his smile fall and tried to be serious. Y/N caught it, and mimicked his expression. “As it turned out, you were a staple for me. I still dream about you, sometimes. Too often…”

“That’s sweet.” You sheepishly looked away. “It’s a shame things didn’t work out between you and Christine. I actually thought for a minute that you’d come back in and sweep her off her feet; object at the last minute, you know.”

A topic change. It was just what he needed. 

“Why would I do that?” he asked. “I haven’t been in Christine’s life for nine years. Charlie was. I’m not that big of a douchebag.” 

“What?” You gaped. “No one said that! Stephen! I was just commenting on your lack of drama. You’re a sorcerer and you fly and you fought Thanos, but you can’t swoop in and save your lady love!”

“She’s not my ‘lady love!’” he scoffed. He shook his head. “I haven’t dreamt about her for months. If I was hurting over her wedding, I wouldn’t have come.”

“But you’ve dreamt about me?” You smirked.

He’d been trapped. 

“…Yeah. Yeah, maybe.” He kept his expression neutral. “Once… or twice.” He shrugged. “I see you on a regular basis; it’s only natural.”

“Oh, yes.” You leaned your head on his shoulder. “How often do you think about love? Don’t weddings make you wonder when you’re going to find the One?”

“They make me wonder about all sorts of things.” He set his hand on top of one of hers. “Like whether or not marriage is even in the cards for a sorcerer who happens to have a history in neurosurgery.” 

“Any girl would marry you.”

Stephen scoffed in good humor. You picked your head up and flashed your most mischievous smile. “Oh, easy for you to say. You’re biased.”

“Am I? Why is that? Remind me, Stephen.” 

He rolled his eyes. His brain was working faster than he could process. “You all but said you hadn’t gotten over someone from our hospital days, and that you had been in love with me—” 

He paused. It began to sink in the same second the words passed his lips. You were in love with him. You were still in love with him. 

“There it is,” you sang softly. You didn’t seem thrilled. “Now you know.”

“Oh, my God.”

You pulled your arm away from his. Stephen felt millions of pieces click into place. He had no idea what he felt, but there was no dread or need for rejection. It was light, bubbly, fizzy. Painfully pleasant. He turned to you in an instant. “I’m sorry. You weren’t ready for that, were you? Not at Christine’s wedding…”

“Oh, my God, you’re in love with me.” He gently took a hold of your shoulders. “I—I can—I never—You—”

You put a hand to his lips. You looked around, watching the hall empty around the two of you. “Just forget about it. Alright? Forget it. I’m the maid of honor of the bride you’re still in love with.”

He shook his head fervently. “I’m not in love with the bride!”

“Well, you aren’t in love with me.” You gave him a knowing look. “I’d know. You kind of like to take control of these types of situations.”

“Y/N, please.” He did a small turn, not sure what to do with himself. What was he supposed to say? “How many times have you said this? How long have I been such an idiot?”

“Since we reconnected.” You shrugged. You seemed so nonchalant but his whole world was crashing down in splendid pieces. You began to smirk. “So maybe a year now. I’m glad you’re smiling like that. I almost believe you about not being in love with her.” 

Stephen, with extreme caution, pressed his forehead to the top of your head and left it there for a moment. “We’ll talk about this later, but I…”

You hugged him back. “I hope you’re happy to hear that, Stephen. We can talk all about it later.” You rubbed his back before pulling away. “You are happy, aren’t you?”

“I am.” He had no idea what his face looked like. His dreams seemed closer to reality than ever, and he was elated. “Trust me, I am so happy.”

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[theinfinitedivides]

this is so random but i would love to hear your opinion on mydramalist as a fellow asian drama lover. because it’s obviously well known as a reliable wiki of sorts in dramaland but i beg to differ. (the only plus i feel being the summary and cast list for info)

i mean, i’ve not seen a single comsec w more than two brain cells as a whole? there’s always complaints about female leads rooted from misogyny, they are never happy about story progression, and i just find so many of them kinda dumb sorry lol. like zero media literacy to be found, insufferable arguments, etc. the star ratings are rly just given to popular dramas w high profile actors too.

and i personally find it disheartening that so many ppl end up referring to mdl when considering dramas because so many gems are then lost and not given appreciation.

anon. anon anon anon if you know the way i sat straight the f*ck up when i saw the notification and then read through this ask bc yes. yes to everything here that is exactly it. almost three fourths of what i've watched this year was either 1. not received well by the general MDL crowd (Moon in the Day. where is the taste brethren to not like MITD and not even for reasons that actually make sense), 2. received well but had a good chunk of people bitching in the comment section, or 3. received well but had the main point of the show (and its relevant characterization) go over their heads. (The Worst of Evil aka TWOE comment section, i am f*cking looking at you. i can count on one hand the number of people who understood what that show was supposed to be about) the one fourth that managed to escape was bc the toxicity did not reach the comment section and everyone was pretty f*cking civil. alas if only it could be like that all of the time

case in point for the ratings example, since we've already briefly tackled the lack of media literacy—j-dramas on MDL are notoriously rated much, much lower than either k- or c-dramas. half of the time that's bc there are less users watching (and rating) them therefore the average is lower but the other half it's bc people simply do not understand good media when they see it. don't get me wrong there's some freaky ass sh*t in the j-drama world that i would not touch with a Grinch level pole but to see MDLers out here talking about how slow j-dramas are and that nothing's happening. have you considered that you are either watching the wrong genre or you shouldn't be watching j-dramas in the first place bc their entire setup and general narrative framing arcs are not your style. have you even thought about that for six seconds or are you too busy expecting it to read like a typical tropey rom-com k-drama with your trending oppas. (no hate on my tropey rom-coms with [most of] said oppas, i need them when i don't want to think i just want to see sh*t on my screen and scream about hot people and the Hand Umbrellas in the Rain and the Back Hold when the male lead catches the female lead before she falls and you have the fifteen second focus on their faces just looking at each other)

and the misogyny. oh God do not get me started on the dichotomy that was the Cult, as we affectionatly called ourselves, on the feeds while THEE sageuk of the year My Dearest was airing (beloved show [that i still need to finish. JangChae i'm sorry ily life hates me like the mf it is 😭], beloved commentary on the feeds. they saw the vision on the feeds) vs the sh*tshow that was the landmine field of the comment section (the takes i saw on Gil Chae, Eun Ae AND Ryang Eum respectively.......... the misogyny wasn't enough we had to add the homophobia into the mix. buy one get one free deal fr fr). you mad man. that sh*t was insane there was a point i banned myself from scrolling farther than the cast section until the show finished airing. i kid you not on average they didn't have even half a braincell. maybe a quarter of a quarter of one. f*cked up just say you are not decent people and go

this is not to say that all of MDL is like this. i have gotten tuned into absolute masterpieces of content (and have tuned others, amen) bc of a comment comparing a show i'm watching to another one or a review being posted in the feeds about a film with less than 500 people interested. i have reconsidered my choice to not watch something after having spirited discussions in private messages discussing the pros and cons of the premise and whether they managed to get it done without f*cking sh*t up. i still contribute semi-regularly by adding relatively unknown actors and crew members to the database so they can get the credit due them. if you know where to look, you can get some good sh*t out of that place. problem is most users who are new to both the site and East/Southeast Asian cinema as a whole don't know where to look, and the cycle continues, and the ratings continue to be skewed/bloated and no one pays attention to the plot, if there even is any to pay attention to.

tl;dr: begging people to not let MDL be the be all end all for their drama recs a la 'well MDL doesn't like it so i won't watch it'. babe we have said MDLers complaining about how the ratings on Viki are too high but in my entire time watching dramas i've found that in the past two to three years the Viki ratings are making more sense than the MDL ones. sit with that for a sec. when you're done branch out and see the world (literally and cinematically), i promise you will be a better person for it

#inbox #q: anon #mydramalist #mdl #kdrama #not what i expected to see this Friday but i needed to see it #anon love this got a bit long i'm sorry i am just. Passionate about this subject as you can tell #honestly istg the only reason i still use MDL is to track my sh*t. plus i obsessively organized my profile page and i am not letting that #go to waste no ty #i feel like the Asian drama fandom over here on Tumblr are just. slightly more normal somehow. also you'll get f*ckingly long analyses #on shows that will have you face down on the ground shot in six different places taken apart etc etc #situations like these are when i'm grateful that Bollywood is not available on MDL bc the takes with even less than a quarter of #a quarter of a braincell that i would have to deal with then........... God loves me that's why it hasn't happened #also. the Caribbean seeped into this once again let me explain. 'you mad man' is a Dominican (DM not DR) phrase. it has nothing #to do with the 'you mad?' in the African American community that is an entirely separate thing. 'you mad' here means 'you crazy?' #or 'bitch you ain't serious'. could have also said 'you too have limyé' but that would need another paragraph by itself to explain #bc of the Dominican specific context and this is not the kweyol/patois class session today sksksksk

[bagopucks]

J. Drysdale - Island Of Love

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Jamie Drysdale x Fem!Oc

Word Count: 4.3k

Warning(s): Heartbreak. Trevor’s a teensy bit mean.. but not like really mean.. just kinda like.. blunt.

It was supposed to be a reader insert, but then I decided to do this in Jamie’s point of view, so I did this one a little different.

It was not my plan to spend 4 straight hours on this.. it’s 4:00 am right now.. but I had a blast with it anyway..

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“Oh dude! We’re gonna have so much fun! I’ve got us booked on so many things. Snorkeling, and deep sea fishing… oh! Oh! And they even have these cool bars that look super neat in the evenings.”

Trevor was the best friend I could ever ask for… in that moment… he felt like the most insufferable.

He promised to get me out of the house after the season was over. With the recovery from my surgery going fairly well, and the overwhelming need to do anything, Trevor suggested a trip to Hawaii.

I would blame it on the fact that I’d gone stir crazy.. that’s why I agreed to go on this trip. To fly over the ocean. To go spend two weeks on an island surrounded by ocean.. to go swimming in the ocean. I was too pale on a day to day basis for Trevor to even notice how sick I felt on the flight there. The first step out of the airport was the most surprising. The world was entirely different. It almost made me feel bad for stepping on such beautiful grass with off white shoes that used to be the color of perfection.

“Aloha, visitor!” A beautiful voice caught my ear, with an accent I simply couldn’t place other than calling it Hawaiian. My eyes scanned the crowds before landing on a woman who looked half my size.

She waltzed over with grace, her dark curly hair bounced with each step she took. Mesmerizing.

The woman pulled the pink lei from her neck. This was a tradition I was aware of. One I had read up on before Trevor and I left California. I dipped my head in both a respectful manner, and to help her reach. She slipped the lei over my head, her hands sliding along the length of it as I lifted my head back up to meet her gaze.

I had never seen anybody so beautiful. Dark eyes, even darker hair. She had a beautiful tan, and the white of her cropped top looked much better than my shoes.

“Mālama ‘āina.” Her words made no sense to me, and I smiled nervously in response.

“I don’t understand you…” this made her smile falter. My gaze drifted toward Trevor, who was trying to strike up conversation with the woman who had greeted him.

“Take care of the land.” My eyes snapped back in her direction. Her accent was so beautiful. I swallowed and nodded.

“I am Eleu.” Oh god. Of all people. Why was my heart beating fast for a girl I’d never seen before?

“Jimmy- Jim! Jame.. Jamie.” Mhm. Yeah. Fourth time’s a charm. Her nose scrunched at me.

“Welcome, Jamie.”

Trevor found me not long after he finished speaking to his own greeter. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and began to drag me off out of the welcoming area they’d been in.

“I booked us this cool little hut looking thing.” I did my best to push the interaction to the back of my mind. She was a random woman, embarrassing myself in front of her should have meant nothing. I embarrassed myself in front of people every day.

“Where’s it at?” I engaged in the once one sided conversation.

“Like.. the other side of the island.”

——————

Trevor and I spent a lot of our first day traveling and settling into the small shoreside hut. It was made for tourism, I could tell, but I was more interested in the wilderness of the island. The things deeper inland. Things that weren’t the ocean. Instead, Trevor had dragged me out to the beach the second the sun rose on day two, insisting I needed a little time outside.

I didn’t know if there was a specific amount of sunscreen one could use before it became harmful to your skin. But I’d rather go out using sunscreen than having the worst sunburn of my entire life.

We were seated in beach chairs on the sand, Trevor laid out with a drink in his hand -which he bought after walking down the beach to find a bar-. I was leaned back in my own chair, hands clasped together over my stomach with a hat on in hopes of shielding my face from the sun.

“Doesn’t get much better than this, does it Jame?” Trevor’s voice broke me from my trance.

I shrugged.

“It’s pretty cool.” I should have been more excited, I knew that, but I couldn’t shake the nagging anxieties in the back of my head.

The ocean was so vast and unknown.. what if it just rose up and swallowed us whole?

“Seriously?” My head turned to look at Trevor when he spoke again. He shifted and sat up, turning his body sideways to face me.

“You gotta go on a walk or something. This might be the best vacation you ever get, and you’re spending it like a baby.”

He meant nothing by the harshness of his words, but they stung anyway.

“Go touch some grass. Or better yet,” Trevor stopped, then pointed a stiff arm at the water. “Go for a swim.”

All of a sudden, the walk idea hadn’t sounded so bad.

“I’ll just- you’re probably right. I just need to loosen up.” I reached for my t-shirt, taking it from where it had been draped over the back of my chair. “I’ll be back later.”

I never minded walks down the beach in Anaheim. I preferred to keep my distance from the water, but the walking aspect was relaxing.

I found through my stroll, that where we stayed must have been a generally private area. There weren’t many people around aside from a few families and kids.

Eventually though, nobody was around at all. I had stopped to stare down the length of the beach. Nothing. Then I heard screams and giggles erupt from the area around me. I turned my back to the ocean, facing up the sand where it slowly turned to grass. A building resided there, with a small pavilion beside it. Kids were running rampant. I felt a strong sense of discomfort. I was not supposed to be there.

“Hey!” Was it creepy to recognize her voice? I looked toward the pavilion to see the same woman from the day before, dressed in a breezy blouse and a pair of shorts. Beautiful.

“Hey!” A bright smile painted my lips as I raised a hand to wave. Some of the kids around her stopped to look, but most were too busy running about.

“You are not supposed to be here.” She made her way to the edge of the grass, I took a cautious step back. My smile fell, as did my hand.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.. I didn’t know.” I could have called her by her name, but honestly.. I didn’t remember it.

“Did you not see the sign?” I slowly looked over my shoulder. Not a sign in sight. So I squinted. She got impatient quickly.

“It says Kapu.” I looked back up at her.

“I don’t understand your language.” I reminded her. She huffed.

“Keep out.”

“Tourists.” My gaze fell to the ground after she turned to walk away. Her behavior was a stark contrast to the kind greeting I received from before. I knew some places had a disliking for tourism, but I couldn’t understand why she would greet people so kindly if she resented them. Or why she would even offer to do it.

At that point, I had come to the conclusion to end my walk. I never spoke a word about the encounter to Trevor when I got back. He looked bewildered that I was still as tense as before. Maybe even more tense.

——————

On Wednesday night, Trevor had clued me in on our next set of plans. I didn’t pick up on it until he mentioned dancing. In the movies they always depicted traditional Hawaiian luau’s as dancing.

When we got there, I realized it was nothing like that. And Eleu was there. Again. Trevor and I had found ourselves enjoying various traditional courses while the entertainment went on.

“I wish we had stuff like this in Anaheim.” I only nodded in agreement as I adjusted the hat on my head. I would have loved to see things like this back in California, but this is a culture that is not exactly ‘California’ esque.

Despite all there was to see, my eyes always drifted to Eleu. The fabric skirt she wore, each flap of green shaped to look like a palm frond, flowed in the gentle breeze. She was kind again. Kind to those around her, and kind to the people she served. I did not understand. I wanted to.. but I didn’t.

I came to find out later, that she wore the skirt to perform with a group of women who looked around her age. Around our age. She was a dancer. An elegant one at that. There was a story to be told in the music, but I could not interpret the movements. I still knew nothing about the culture. But I decided perhaps I could change that.

It turns out. It is incredibly hard to find somebody on an island. I did not know her name, and I did not know anything about her. The idea of simply going to where I found her before crossed my mind, but I tried the respectful route first. I didn’t want to trespass if I didn’t have to. I knew how upset it made her the first time.

When I came up empty, I put on a brave face, and made the trek back down the beach. I fidgeted most of the way there, uncertain of what I’d say or do. How I’d speak to her. When I got there, I was surprised to see Eleu out in the pavilion, surrounded by a large group of kids. I couldn’t hear her voice, but her movements looked animated enough to be telling a story. There were other adults around, but I was still hesitant to get too close. I had no doubt she was protective of those kids.

I must have waited around fifteen minutes, watching like a creep, until Eleu had seemingly dismissed the group of children. They’d gone to find the adults, and were eventually ushered away from the building.

“Now or never.” My hockey mentality just might get me killed on this one.

I stepped off the sand and into the grass. I approached with caution while Eleu had grabbed a broom. Her back was turned. I should have stopped and waited before she was looking to step onto the wooden platform of the pavilion. But mistakes were made too late.

She whipped around so quickly it had me raising my hands in surrender.

“You’re doing it on purpose now.” Eleu’s words were sharp. Her gaze traced my figure before she glared into my eyes.

“I came to talk to you?”

“You trespassed.” Not one of my finest ideas.

“Please?”

Eleu placed a hand on her hip, cocking it to the side. She was in no mood to handle this situation.

“There’s a lot of culture here. I was just curious if maybe.. you seem to know your stuff. I thought, I could ask for a little background?” She didn’t look convinced.

“You? With your hats,” she turned the broom in her hand, holding it near the bristles while she tipped the handle up toward my head. “And your loud friend?”

“No, he’s not in on this.. just me and my hats..” a nervous chuckle fell from my lips. I did not understand the need to insult what I wore on my head.

“The island would not accept you.. she doesn’t take well to your type.”

“Think so?” It was impulsive. Something I would have said to Trevor in the midst of a challenging statement. Eleu’s gaze softened, but her brow furrowed in confusion.

“I know so.” It was like she wasn’t sure how to respond, before backing up previous statements.

“Show me how she would accept me.” It wasn’t a demand.. I’d call it more of a suggestion.

“I don’t like tourists.” She shook her head.

“You called me a visitor.” I had her in checkmate once again.

Eleu stared me down, slowly leaning the broom against the closest wall. She spoke through gritted teeth;

“I am free in the evenings.”

——————

“No dinner plans? You’re telling me I just have to figure it out for myself?” Trevor groaned from the opposite end of the tiny hut. I shrugged.

“You’ll be fine! I just wanted to call my mom for a little while.” I knew the excuse would only work once or twice, but I decided I’d cross the bridge of others when I got there.

“This sucks.” Though he’d been ‘bummed’, Trevor was still busy trying to pick a pair of shoes to go out. “Not even gonna let me say hi to momma Drysdale?”

I shook my head and laughed softly at Trevor’s nickname for my mother.

“You’ll call if you need something though.. yeah?” I nodded.

“Promise me, Jimmy.”

“I promise.”

The moment Trevor was out, I was slipping on a hat and headed back down the beach. Though the walk was tedious, I did enjoy knowing I was getting some exercise in. I hadn’t been the most active during my injured period.

I found Eleu waiting for me sitting in the grass, not ever far from that building. I had a hunch it was a school building.

“Jamie.” I liked the way my name sounded from her lips. I also liked the way she looked under the glow of the sun.

“Hey.” I was just as nervous as the day we met. I wondered if I’d ever get comfortable around her.

“Come sit.” I did as told, finding a seat in the grass next to her.

“I do not like you.” I could only nod. We’ve established that already. “My tūtū insisted I do this.” My brow furrowed at the name. Another word I did not understand.

“Your…” I wanted to attempt the word, but I knew I would not say it well enough.

“Grandma.”

I quiet ‘oh’ fell from my lips in understanding.

“She suggested we start with Hula. It tells a story. We dance to worship the creator of our universe.” Eleu slowly turned to face me, and I found myself doing the same out of respect for the woman. My eyes fixated on her, but my mind was lost in the words she spoke. She told me about the ideals of her people presented through dance. She told me of the Gods they worship and the stories told. Both tragic and happy. Then she was up, and leading me down to the ocean.

I tensed. Her gentle hold on my hand almost slipped as I tried to pull away. She was quick to grip tighter. Eleu looked back at me, once calm eyes now expecting me to give up.

“I don’t like the ocean.” Her brow furrowed. She didn’t know what to say again. Caught off guard and in confusion.

“You can’t have land without the ocean.”

It was my turn to look confused.

“Water balances.” She turned it into a teaching moment. She grabbed the hat off my head and tossed it somewhere behind us. Eleu and I spent most of the sunset side by side on the wet sand. She taught me something she said she often taught the kids in her class. Simple, easy to follow and remember. But my heart fluttered all the same when she looked to me every so often to nod in approval. There was no music, but Eleu did hum occasionally. Her voice was calm. Relaxing. I still hated the ocean, but i understood her words a bit more as we danced.

“You never told me what story this one tells.” It wasn’t perfect. My dancing was far from it, but I thought I kept up with her fairly well.

“The tragedy of a girl who thinks the God’s sent her a man to love.”

——————

The next time I saw Eleu, she explained the depth behind the story. It was one of her own she said she often told the kids to teach them of the dangers of impulsiveness. We sat in the grass outside of the school building. Occasionally, Eleu would speak a Hawaiian word and pause. At first I hadn’t understood what she wanted, but we fell into a routine after the first few times. She was teaching me words even if I wouldn’t remember right away. When the sun began to set, she had finished off her tale. It was a tragedy.. she told me that.. but I still got a little choked up at the end.

I hadn’t worn a hat this time. Eleu disliked them anyways, and I figured a bit of sun wouldn’t hurt my face. Until I was squinting as we both looked out at the sunset. The golden glow was beautiful, but I could barely catch it. Until the breeze whipped through the tall palms and a frond blocked the blinding light.

“I think she is starting to like you.” Eleu grabbed my hand and pressed my palm into the grass, her own on top of mine.

——————

The third time we met, Eleu had promised something fun. Trevor was under the influence that I’d eaten something bad, and sickness was my excuse for staying behind. I had chosen to wear joggers instead of the usual shorts simply because it was supposed to be a cold evening. Eleu kept me out longer than I expected to be the last time.

When I caught her figure down the sand, I began to wish I hadn’t lied to Trevor.

“Surfboards?” I called. She was expecting me to go out there with her. In the ocean.

Eleu nodded. She met me halfway down the sand.

“Just one, and a paddle.” She held the paddle out to me. I nodded and took it from her hand. “Nothing too difficult.”

“I didn’t wear swim trunks.” I pursed my lips, shook my head, and feigned disappointment. She saw right through me.

“You wore boxers?” My cheeks flushed at the question. She was serious, but I’d lived with Trevor too long for my head not to drop into the gutter.

“Y- yeah..”

“Leave your pants here.” I hesitated at her words. “I won’t look. Ho’oma’ema’e. Respect.”

I barely knew this woman. It could have been a made up word. A made up moral. She could have been messing with me since the moment I approached her. But I trusted her all the same, slipping my pants off and tossing my shirt into the sand as well.

Eleu remained true to her word.

I followed her into the ocean, a quiet hiss escaping my lips at the chill of the water. And maybe the fear of the unknown. The only thing that helped was how clear the water was.

Once we were out far enough, Eleu told me to get on the surfboard. She did her best to balance out the weight by leaning most of her own on one end while I climbed onto the other. I sat with my legs dangling off either side. I wanted to pull them up, but Eleu explained it would be harder to balance that way. She also said facing my fears wouldn’t hurt.

Eleu stood on the other end of the surfboard, and it was only then that I realized we were doing nothing more than paddle boarding. It was relaxing. The ocean, I decided, was maybe okay.

Eleu didn’t do much paddling after a while, allowing the ocean to simply move us as it pleased. She still stood though. She seemed to prefer that over sitting. I didn’t mind. My back was turned to her anyway. But my sense of relaxation had been interrupted when I felt a splash of water hit my back.

“Excuse you!” I tried to turn to get a good look at Eleu, but nothing seemed to work. So instead, I scooped a hand into the water to fling it backwards at her. Eleu laughed.

I realized it was the first time I ever heard her laugh.

“Just making sure you were still awake, Jamie.” She teased, gently tapping my back with the end of the paddle. It’s then, that her laughter quieted, and my eyes searched the ocean frantically in concern. I waited for her to speak again. Had I done something wrong?

“What is this from?” The weight on the surfboard shifted, and I felt a finger graze the scar on my shoulder. I pursed my lips, shrugging. It’s not really a conversation I wanted to have. Not on my vacation.

“Freak accident.” It was all I offered, but Eleu picked up on my discomfort. She pressed a kiss to the scar, then moved back to where she’d been previously.

By the time we got back to the beach, I was rushing to make it ‘home’ in time to beat Trevor. I had by mere seconds.

——————

“My tūtū gave me these,” Eleu presented a basket full of what I could only assume were leaves. It was my second to last day on the island. We’d both been anticipating the day where I did leave, but neither of us wanted to treat it like it was real.

“She said they would be good symbols of luck when you leave.” I sigh softly at her words.

Eleu wanted to relax and do something calm that night. She suggested teaching me how to make leis, and I had gone along with her plan like all the others.

We sat on a folded out blanket in the grass. Outside the school building. I helped Eleu place everything out. I told her that I felt bad she went and picked so many flowers all on her own, but she said it gave her time to reflect.

We sat side by side, like the other nights before, though this time, her knee was practically up against my own. We were as close as we could get while she showed me the process of pulling stems off flowers, threading them on the string, adding other elements. Then she pulled out one of those leaves.

“A lei is a symbol of greeting, and connection. It’s also a symbol of friendship and celebration, and parting.” My eyes flickered between Eleu and the string she worked on threading with flowers.

“It symbolizes aloha.”

“I thought aloha meant hello?”

“I never told you it meant goodbye too.” Eleu presented the leaf with pursed lips and sad eyes. My heart hurt. I’d never see her again.

“This is a maile leaf. In our culture.. it represents respect, and blessing. Devotion, and friendship.” She smiled at me. “And love.”

Eleu was not one to elaborate very much. I learned that quickly. And from this, I learned two things. That her grandmother approved of whatever we had going on. And that Eleu had fallen for me as hard as I had fallen for her.

“I’ll miss you.” We could have stayed in touch, but long distance simply wasn’t going to work and we knew it.

“I’ll miss you too, Jamie.” Eleu gently placed the leaf back into the basket. I eyed it for a while before she urged me to join her, speaking playfully through her sadness, telling me that her lesson on making leis would have been for nothing if I just sat there.

She worked faster than I did. I struggled, but she offered great distraction with the sound of my name.

“Jamie.” I looked up slowly, brow raised in interest. Eleu had a white flower with brown spots in her hand. She broke a piece of the stem off and leaned forward. I watched her eyes as she tucked some of my dark hair behind my ear, then placed the stem of the flower there as well. My face felt like it was on fire.

I stared her down with wide eyes, a frown tugging at the corners of my lips. Eleu looked so unbelievably beautiful within the golden hour of sunset.

“The island has accepted you.”

“Wish it could have done that a little sooner.. before I had to go.” I admitted bashfully, my eyes falling to the ground.

Eleu shook her head. She rested her hand on my cheek and tilted my head up so I’d look at her.

“Im glad she took her time.”

The whispered words were the last off either of our lips before they connected. Kissing Eleu was as heartbreaking as it was euphoric. I loved every second of it.. and she must have felt the same, because it escalated within its own time. I didn’t mind. With girls back home, I might have been more hesitant to go for a one night stand. With Eleu? It didn’t feel so shallow. So ‘one night-ish’. We respected each other. We respected one another’s feelings and bodies. Everything was so gentle. So perfect. So secret. So intimate.

We laid together for what felt like hours after. Until my reality came in the form of a phone call from Trevor. He was worried, but I assured him I’d only been out to grab a quick drink before our last day together on the island. After he hung up, I bid the beautiful island girl goodbye.

“You promise you’ll come see me off on Sunday?” I had to ask. I wanted to make sure we would see each other one last time.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t the answer I had been seeking, but the response to my question came that Sunday. When Eleu was nowhere to be found, and Trevor was rushing me into the airport. Eager to get home while all I wanted to do was go awol and find the girl of my dreams.

The girl who didn’t even show up to see me off.

“Aloha…”

✾❀✾❀✾❀✾❀✾❀✾❀✾❀✾❀✾❀✾❀✾

#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale #Trevor Zegras #hawaii #Hawaiian au type style thingy going on? #tropical #Jamie’s a beach babe

[didyoutrydynamite]

Comeuppance

Reese and Jaune are enjoying a day out on the town, sitting on a greenhouse park bench looking through the comic books they just got together.

Reese: *Flipping through comics* Man, Scream King is the best! Really helps give tentacle monsters a good image. Surprisingly wholesome dude too, huh J-Man?... J-Man?

Jaune: Yeah totally... *only half heartedly answering as he tries to subtly check out the nearby yoga class, filled with a number of failry attractive women working on their flexibility.*

Reese: *Pouts at being ignored, but grows a wickedly evil grin when she has an idea, she takes a deep breath and-* OH MY GOD JAUNE! ARE YOU CHECKING OUT THAT GIRL’S ASS?!

The Entire Park: *Turns towards the two of them*

Jaune: 

*Nervously laughs as he grabs his comics and slings Reese over his shoulder* hahahaha of course not. Don’t mind her everyone, she just forgot to take her medicine!

Reese: *Cackles like a witch as she’s carried off* 

~O~O~O~O~O~

A few days later...

Jaune: C’mon Reese, you can’t afford to be tardy again.

Reese: *Rummaging through her drawers and closet* I’m trying to hurry! But I can’t find my pants! Where did all my clothes go?! 

Jaune: *Feigns thinking, then snaps fingers.* Oh right! I forgot to mention, dorm was starting to smell abit, so I got up early today to do some extra laundry. Your pants must have got mixed in with the general load.

Reese: Well good going dude! Now what am I supposed to wear?! Cordovin will kill me if she finds me out of uniform again.

Jaune: Well you have your spare don’t you?

Reese: *Rolls eyes* No, I don’t have spare pants Jaune. It was already a hassle to get the one pair.

Jaune: *Knowing smile* I’m not talking about spare pants.

Reese: *Looks at him puzzled for a sec, then her face pales as horror dawns on her* No...

Jaune: It’s the only way Reese.

Reese: I-I could get the pants out of the wash and into the drier real quick!

Jaune: *Shakes his head* There’s no time, class starts in fifteen minutes.

Reese: *Quietly whines as her gaze turns to her bottom dresser drawer*

Twelve minutes later...

Jaune: You look fine.

Reese: I look like an idiot!

Jaune: No you don’t! If anything, I think it looks cu-

Reese: Don’t you dare finish that sentence!

Jaune: *Puts his hands up defensively* Ok! Ok! Look, you’re over reacting, i bet hardly anyone will notice.

Reese: You better hope so. *Nervously opens the door to their first period class, stepping in as everyone was getting ready for the day until...*

Jaune: OH MY GOD REESE! ARE YOU WEARING A SKIRT!?

Entire Class: *Turns towards at the two of them to see that Reese in fact was wearing a skirt for the first time since school began*

Neptune: Heeeeyyy Reese! Looking good~

Dove: *Whistles* Get it girl!

Gwen: By my stars, darlin’! You look so cute!

Reese:

Jaune: *Villainously snickers to himself* Payback.

#jnrz au #jaune arc #reese chloris #neptune vasilias #gwen darcy #dove bronzewing

[starrybouquet]

20 questions for fic writers

tagged several weeks ago by @doodledrawreblogs - thanks cy! and sorry this is late lol

1. how many works do you have on Ao3? counting drabbles, 77 works!

2. what's your total Ao3 word count? 127,611 (yes, most of the works are oneshots)

3. what fandoms do you write for? I have AO3 stuff for Stargate SG-1, NCIS, Top Gun, and RPF!

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

I thought this would just be all the multichaps I've written (or started) but I guess there's something to be said for older stuff because it's actually all Stargate! I suspect penny!fic will eventually appear on here if I ever get off my butt and finish it

In All Duty and Service (T, Stargate, S/J, 13k)

4am (G, Stargate, S/J, 2.4k)

for here I am sitting in my tin can (strike him down) (G, icemav, 7k) - 964 kudos

and ease my mind (G, icemav, 533) - 947 kudos

so put me where I belong (G, mavdad, 3k) - 853 kudos

5. do you respond to comments? Originally, I responded to every comment. Then I started getting the inevitable daily/weekly "please update" or "update" or "are you going to finish this??" comments and now I don't respond to every comment. If your comment says something nice, though, I'll do my best to respond to it eventually!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uhh...nothing yet, I think? I'm really way worse about saccharine-sweet, syrupy, TERRIBLY FLUFFY endings.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I wrote a 200-word ficlet that is literally only the happy ending! Just Like in the Movies

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not yet, but all my more ~controversial~ stuff is safely in my GDrive still, so....*shrugs* all my current AO3 stuff is pretty bland.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope. Every year I threaten to do it and then I just get all embarrassed about it and never share anything.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not yet, but if I had a good idea for one I'd absolutely write it!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Stealing Cy's answer for this because it's so true lol. I don't...think so?

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of! (If you would like to translate anything of mine, please go for it! There's not much to work with right now though lol)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nothing that's on AO3, only super-secret stuff that may never see the light of day!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? is this question asking for an OTP? Because I have two: Sam/Jack, SG1 and Janeway/Chakotay, Voyager.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Gah, all of them. Uhhh, there's a marriage-of-convenience SJ AU where Sam and Jack have to be married to be on the same SG team that @carothepoet and I brainstormed years ago, and I doubt we'll ever finish?

16. What are your writing strengths? Silly dialogue, short fics! That's...um...it.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? WRITING VOLUME. It's not that I can't do it, it's that I don't ever prioritize my writing enough to find the time. In terms of actually putting words on the page...description is hard. Plot is hard.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Honestly, I'm just insane and "what the hell, it's a hobby not a job" enough to Google Translate something if I really need to have some dialogue in another language. Obviously I'd put a disclaimer that I have no idea if it's correct. I like making fun of the "everyone speaks English" TV trope though, so I'm far more likely to just have the aliens randomly speak English XD

19. First fandom you wrote for? The first thing I published was for Stargate. The first stuff I wrote before I knew what fanfiction was? God, probably...actually I have no clue? percy jackson? chronicles of narnia? who knows.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? I am choosing to be an optimist today: I don't think it's been written yet!! I do, however, have a special fondness for Chapter 3 of Letters to Archie for, yes, its pettiness and fluffiness, and also for in for a penny, in for a pound because it's fun!

I haven't been on here in ages so I have no idea who to tag. I'm just gonna tag a bunch of people and hope some of them are actually active. Uh, no pressure tagging @malewifebillcage @tommyjop @curator-on-ao3 @mylittleredgirl @mrv3000 @delicatelie89 @ladywaffles @sluttyhenley @redbelles?

#tag games #on writing #this was fun #thanks cy!!!

[drwilfredwaterson]

Deranged, Destitute, and Dishonest Dementia Dummy donnie j. dump Doesn't Get To Be The Republican Presidential Nominee Anymore…Mwahahahahahahahahaa!!! A March 18, 2024 Update For All Political Debate Lovers! Part 16/17

Earthquake: 2024-03-14 22:00:39 GMT+3 Jerusalem, Israel, 15:00:39 EDT Local Time Whitehouse Station, New Jersey

Matthew 22:36 “Teacher, which is the most important commandment in the law of Moses?” Matthew 22:37 Jesus replied, “‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, and all your mind.’ Matthew 22:38 This is the first and greatest commandment. Matthew 22:39 A second is equally important: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ Matthew 22:40 The entire law and all the demands of the prophets are based on these two commandments.”

Mark 15:39 And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, saw how he died, he said, “Surely this man was the Son of God!”

John 19:38 Afterward Joseph of Arimathea, who had been a secret disciple of Jesus (because he feared the Jewish leaders), asked Pilate for permission to take down Jesus’ body. When Pilate gave permission, Joseph came and took the body away. John 19:39 He was accompanied by Nicodemus, the man who earlier had visited Jesus at night. Nicodemus brought a mixture of myrrh and aloes, about seventy-five pounds.

Acts 19:39 And if there are complaints about other matters, they can be settled in a legal assembly.

Matthew 2:1 Jesus was born in Bethlehem in Judea, during the reign of King Herod. About that time some wise men from eastern lands arrived in Jerusalem, asking, Matthew 2:2 “Where is the newborn king of the Jews? We saw his star as it rose, and we have come to worship him.” Matthew 2:3 King Herod was deeply disturbed when he heard this, as was everyone in Jerusalem.

Luke 5:1 One day as Jesus was preaching on the shore of the Sea of Galilee, great crowds pressed in on him to listen to the word of God. Luke 5:2 He saw at the water’s edge two boats, left there by the fishermen, who were washing their nets. Luke 5:3 He got into one of the boats, the one belonging to Simon, and asked him to put out a little from shore. Then he sat down and taught the people from the boat. Luke 5:4 When he had finished speaking, he said to Simon, “Put out into deep water, and let down the nets for a catch.” Luke 5:5 Simon answered, “Master, we’ve worked hard all night and haven’t caught anything. But because you say so, I will let down the nets.” Luke 5:6 When they had done so, they caught such a large number of fish that their nets began to break. Luke 5:7 So they signaled their partners in the other boat to come and help them, and they came and filled both boats so full that they began to sink. Luke 5:8 When Simon Peter saw this, he fell at Jesus’ knees and said, “Go away from me, Lord; I am a sinful man!” Luke 5:9 For he and all his companions were astonished at the catch of fish they had taken, Luke 5:10 and so were James and John, the sons of Zebedee, Simon’s partners. Then Jesus said to Simon, “Don’t be afraid; from now on you will fish for people.”

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 116 and 117: Exodus 3:1 Now Moses, tending the flock of his father-in-law Jethro, the priest of Midian, drove the flock into the wilderness, and came to Horeb, the mountain of God. Exodus 3:2 And angel of the Lord appeared to him in a blazing fire out of a bush. He gazed, and there was a bush all aflame, yet the bush was not consumed. Exodus 3:3 Moses said, "I must turn aside to look at this marvelous sight; why doesn't the bush burn up?" Exodus 3:4 When the Lord saw that he had turned aside to look, God called to him out of the bush: "Moses! Moses!" He answered, "Here I am." Exodus 3:5 And He said, "Do not come closer. Remove your sandals from your feet, for the place on which you stand is holy ground. Exodus 3:6 I am," He said, "the God of your father, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob." And Moses hid his face, for he was afraid to look at God. Exodus 3:7 And the Lord continued, "I have marked well the plight of My people in Egypt and have heeded their outcry because of their taskmasters; yes, I am mindful of their sufferings. Exodus 3:8 I have come down to rescue them from the Egyptians and to bring them out of that land to a good and spacious land, a land flowing with milk and honey, the region of the Canaanites, the hittites, the Amorites, the Perizzites, the Hivites, and the Jebusites. Exodus 3:9 Now the cry of the Israelites has reached Me; moreover, I have seen how the Egyptians oppress them. Exodus 3:10 Come, therefore, I will send you to Pharaoh, and you shall free My people, the Israelites, from Egypt."

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 1796, 1797, and 1798: Esther 8:1 That very day King Ahasuerus gave the property of Haman, the enemy of the Jews, to Queen Esther. Mordecai presented himself to the king, for Esther had revealed how he was related to her. Esther 8:2 The king slipped off his ring, which he had taken back from Haman, and gave it to Mordecai; and Esther put Mordecai in charge of Haman's property. Esther 8:3 Esther spoke to the king again, falling at his feet and weeping, and beseeching him ot avert the evil plotted by Haman the Agagite against the Jews. Esther 8:4 The king extended the golden scepter to Esther, and Esther arose and stood before the king. Esther 8:5 "If it please Your Majesty," she said, "and if I have won your favor and the proposal seems right to Your Majesty, and if I am pleasing to you--let dispatches be written countermanding those which were written by Haman son of Hammedatha the Agagite, embodying his plot to annihilate the Jews throughout the king's provinces. Esther 8:6 For how can I bear to see the disaster wich will befall my people! And how can I bear to see the destruction of my kindred!" Esther 8:7 Then King Ahasuerus said to Queen Esther and Mordecai the Jew, "I have given Haman's property to Esther, and he has been impaled on the stake for scheming against the Jews. Esther 8:8 And you may further write with regard to the Jews as you see fit. [Write it] in the king's name and seal it with the king's signet, for an edict that has been written in the king's name and sealed with the king's signet may not be revoked." Esther 8:9 So the king's scribes were summoned at that time, on the twenty-third day of the third month, that is, the month of Sivan; and letters were written, at Mordecai's dictation, to the Jews and to the satraps, the governors and the officials of the one hundred and twenty-seven provinces from India to Ethiopia: to every province in its own script and to every people in its own language, and to the Jews in their own script and language. Esther 8:10 He had them written in the name of King Ahasuerus and sealed with the king's signet. Letters were dispatched by mounted couriers, riding steeds used in the king's service, bred of the royal stud, Esther 8:11 to this effect: The king has permitted the Jews of every city to assemble and fight for their lives; if any people or province attacks them, they may destroy, massacre, and exterminate its armed force together with women and hcildren, and plunder their possessions-- Esther 8:12 on a single day in all the provinces of King Ahasuerus, namely, on the thirteenth day of the twelfth month, that is, the month of Adar. Esther 8:13 The text of the document was to be issued as a law in every single province: it was to be publicly displayed to all the peoples, so that the Jews should be ready for that day to avenge themselves on their enemies.

Earthquake: M 2.2 - 5.4 km (3.4 mi) NNE of Whitehouse Station, New Jersey

2024-03-14 19:00:39 (UTC) 40.663°N 74.753°W 8.7 km depth

By The Meadows at Oldwick and Fisher Road near Rockaway Creek, Bartles Farm Lane, Oldwick Road, Oldwick Fire Company, and an Oldwick, NJ U.S. Post Office.

40.663°N

Strong's Concordance #40 Abimelek: From 'ab and melek; Father of (the) king; "My Father is king," a Philistine name, also an Israelite name Original Word: אֲבִימֶלֶךְ

Strong's Concordance #663 Apheq: from 'aphaq (in the sense of strength); fortress; the name of several places in Palestine Original Word: אֲפֵק

74.753°W

Strong's Concordance #74 Abner: from 'ab and niyr; Father of light (i.e. Enlightening); "My Father is a lamp," an Israelite name Original Word: אַבְנֵר

Strong's Concordance #753 orek: From 'arak; forever, eternity, length, long. Original Word: אֹרֶךְ

My Father is your G-d, I will light an eternal candle (Hebrew): אֲבִי מֶ לֶ ךְ אֲפֵק אַ בְ נֵר אֹרֶ ךְ My Father is the King of Israel (Yiddish): אֲבִי מֶלֶ ךְ אֲפֵ קאַ בְ נֵר אֹ רֶ ךְ

“Who has been unhooking the stars without my permission, and putting them on the table in the guise of candles?” ― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

“There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that receives it.” ― Edith Wharton

“Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.” ― Anne Frank

“Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surrounds us, or we light a candle to see by.” ― Madeleine L'Engle

“The fairest thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the fundamental emotion which stands at the cradle of true art and science. He who knows it not and can no longer wonder, no longer feel amazement, is as good as dead, a snuffed-out candle.” ― Albert Einstein

Mark 16:1 Saturday evening, when the Sabbath ended, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome went out and purchased burial spices so they could anoint Jesus’ body. Mark 16:2 Very early on Sunday morning, just at sunrise, they went to the tomb. Mark 16:3 On the way they were asking each other, “Who will roll away the stone for us from the entrance to the tomb?” Mark 16:4 But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away. Mark 16:5 As they entered the tomb, they saw a young man dressed in a white robe sitting on the right side, and they were alarmed. Mark 16:6 “Don’t be alarmed,” he said. “You are looking for Jesus the Nazarene, who was crucified. He has risen! He is not here. See the place where they laid him. Mark 16:7 But go, tell his disciples and Peter, ‘He is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him, just as he told you.’”

Matthew 4:19 Jesus called out to them, “Come, follow me, and I will show you how to fish for people!”

Wilfred: "He who wants peace"

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Pages 974 and 975: Isaiah 55:1 Ho, all who are thirsty, Come for water, even if you have no money; Come, buy food and eat: Buy food without money, Wine and milk without cost. Isaiah 55:10 For as the rain or snow drops from heaven And returns not there, But soaks the earth And makes it bring forth vegetation, Yielding seed for sowing and bread for eating, Isaiah 55:11 So is the word that issues from My mouth: It does not come back to Me unfulfilled, But performs what I purpose, Achieves what I sent it to do.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Pages 863 and 864: Isaiah 9:1 The people that walked in darkness Have seen a brilliant light; On those who dwelt in a land of gloom Light has dawned. Isaiah 9:2 You have magnified that nation, Have given it great joy; They have rejoiced before You As they rejoice at reaping time, As they exult When dividing spoil. Isaiah 9:3 For the yoke that they bore And the stick on their back--the rod of their taskmaster--You have broken as on the day of Midian. Isaiah 9:4 Truly, all the boots put on to stomp with And all the garments donned in infamy Have been fed to the flames, Devoured by fire. Isaiah 9:5 For a child has been born to us, A son has been given us, And authority has settled on his shoulders. He has been named "The Mighty God is planning grace; The Eternal Father, a peaceable ruler"-- Isaiah 9:6 In token of abundant authority And of peace without limit Upon David's throne and kingdom, That it may be firmly established In justice and in equity Now and evermore. The zeal of the Lord of Hosts Shall bring this to pass.

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English): Page 1006: Jeremiah 2:11 Has any nation changed its gods Even though they are no-gods? But My people has exchanged its glory For what can do no good. Jeremiah 2:12 Be appalled, O heavens, at this; Be horrified, utterly dazed!--says the Lord. Jeremiah 2:13 For My people have done a twofold wrong: They have forsaken Me, the Fount of living waters, and hewed them out cisterns, broken cisterns, Which cannot even hold water.

The Building Blocks of the Temples/Vessels/Cisterns of Human Hearts, Minds, Bodies, Souls, and Spirits… The basic elements that compose DNA are five atoms: carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorous, and hydrogen. (CDC.gov) Hydrogen is the chemical element with the symbol H and atomic number 1. Alef א Carbon is a chemical element with the symbol C and atomic number 6. Vav ו Nitrogen is the chemical element with the symbol N and atomic number 7. Zayin ז Oxygen is the chemical element with the symbol O and atomic number 8. Chet/Het ח Phosphorus is a chemical element with the symbol P and atomic number 15. Samekh ס

DNA: Alef א, Vav ו, Zayin ז, Chet/Het ח, Samekh ס

Oasis: אוזחס A fertile spot in a desert, where water is found. By weight, the average adult human is approximately 70% water, and the average child is approximately 60% water. (Wikipedia)

It really is true that "Trash Always Takes Itself Out If You Just Wait For It" and "Everything Works Out Okay in The End. If It's Not Okay, It's Not The End."

3-8-2024 - Fish Hook https://suntoday.lmsal.com/sdomedia/SunInTime/2024/03/08/l_HMImag.jpg

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1430: Psalm 18:34 who made my legs like a deer's, and let me stand firm on the heights;

Strong's Concordance #56 abal: to bewail -- lament, mourn. Original Word: אָבַל

“Did anybody ever hear of the great Alphonse Capone, Al Capone, great, great head of the mafia, right? Mean, Scarface. He had a scar that went from here to here, and he didn't mind at all. But he was a rough guy.”“Now, I heard he was indicted once — a couple of people told me a few times more — but I was indicted four times. If he had dinner with you and if he didn’t like the way you smiled at him at dinner, he would kill you. You’d be dead. By the time you walked out of the nice restaurant, you would be dead. He got indicted once. I got indicted four times. Over bullshit, I got indicted.” - Deranged and Destitute Dishonest Dementia Dummy donnie j. dump (Reno, Nevada December 17, 2023)

Guardians of the Galaxy 2: Everyone's Laughing At "NEW CAPTAIN" taserface…

May 5, 2017 (125th day) Duration: 2:12 (132 seconds) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xbGv9vfhOY 4xbGv9vfhOY (4, 9) xbGvvfhOY bfghovvxy 2+6+7+8+50+700+700+300+400=2173. 2173+4+9=2186. 2186+132=2318. 2318+125=2443.

Strong's Concordance #2443 chakkah: a hook, fishhook Original Word: חַכָּה

TANAKH (Jewish Publication Society, Hebrew-English) Page 1364: Habakkuk 1:14 You have made mankind like the fish of the sea, Like creeping things that have no ruler. Habakkuk 1:15 He has fished them all up with a line, Pulled them up in his trawl, And gathered them in his net. That is why he rejoices and is glad. Habakkuk 1:16 That is why he sacrifices to his trawl And makes offerings to his net; For through them his portion is rich Anjd his nourishment fat. Habakkuk 1:17 Shall he then keep emptying his trawl, And slaying nations without pity?

February 12, 1933: “Bloody Sunday” riots in Berlin lead to the death of one Communist and injuries to hundreds of other citizens, including Jews. Source: https://www.jewishvirtuallibrary.org/holocaust-chronology-of-1933

February 12, 1933: The first offense to fall under the new U.S. Federal Kidnapping Act took place in Denver, when wealthy stockbroker Charles Boettcher II was abducted from his home and held hostage by Verne Sankey and Gordon Alcorn. Boettcher was released after payment of a $60,000 ransom. His captors became the subject of a nationwide manhunt and were captured in 1934. Sankey committed suicide while waiting to be arraigned, and Alcorn was sentenced to life in prison. (Wikipedia)

February 12, 1938: Austrian chancellor Schuschnigg traveled to meet with Hitler. Schuschnigg expected to discuss the tensions between Austria and Germany. But Hitler was ready to take full control of Austria. He made a series of demands that included the following: Austria’s foreign and military policies were to be coordinated with Germany’s; Austrian Nazi Arthur Seyss-Inquart was to be placed in charge of policing and security matters; Austrian Nazis who had been imprisoned by the Austrian government were to be amnestied. Hitler used the presence of several German generals to intimidate Schuschnigg. Schuschnigg gave in and signed the agreement. Named after the town where it was signed, this agreement is known as the Berchtesgaden Agreement. It undermined Austrian sovereignty and independence. Source: https://encyclopedia.ushmm.org/content/en/article/nazi-territorial-aggression-the-anschluss

February 12, 1945: The Treaty of Varkiza was signed in which the Greek resistance agreed to disarm and relinquish control of all the territory it occupied in exchange for legal recognition, free elections, and the removal of Nazi collaborators from the armed forces and police. (Wikipedia)

April 9, 1938: Hitler spoke in Vienna to a national audience on the eve of the referendum on the Anschluss, making a final appeal to vote in its favor. "Do you agree with the reunification of Austria with the German Reich that was enacted on 13 March 1938 and do you vote for the party of our leader Adolf Hitler?" According to some Gestapo reports, only a quarter to a third of Austrian voters in Vienna were in favour of the Anschluss, while in most rural areas, especially in Tyrol, the support for the Anschluss was even lower. (Wikipedia)

April 9, 1945: On April 9, the Nazis put to death Georg Elser, the cabinetmaker whose bomb placed in Munich’s Bürgerbräukeller just missed killing Hitler on November 8, 1939 (the dictator abruptly departed the commemoration of the Beer Hall Putsch minutes before the device detonated). Elser, who had only recently been transferred to Dachau after spending much of the war in the Sachsenhausen concentration camp, was executed with a shot in the back of the neck on the orders of Heinrich Himmler. Source: https://www.nationalww2museum.org/war/articles/last-days-dachau-concentration-camp

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