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charles-leclerizz · 1 month

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🏎️ ๋࣭ ⭑ cat-quette

🏁 Pairings : Max vertsappen X fem! Reader

🏁 Warnings : fluffy as hell, suggestive language and one suggestive scene.

🏁 Word Count : 2.7k words (2742 words)

🏁 Summary : Sometimes, a family of 4 needs just one more addition, so you and your boyfriend venture out to find the perfect new daughter

🏁 translations via radio comm below

🏁 credits : word dividers by @gigittamic

🏁 Music player : Winter blossom by Dept, Ashley blossom, nobody like you pat

“Come on Maxie, please” You draw at the syllable at the end of your plea, dancing in your spot in your shared kitchen, “Imagine it, you, me, jimmy, sassy and a third cat, we could name it, kibble or something.”

Max looked at you with a worried expression, one brow arched in questioning, “Kibble?” He continued to knead the bread dough in front of him, slamming his hands into the mixture that sat fluffy and aerated on your marble counter, “You just demonstrated why we can’t get a third cat, you’re gonna make it depressed in the first 2 days.”

“Now that’s mean.” You cross your arms over and harrumph, going over to the stove to stir the searing vegetables in the pan.

Out of the corner of your eye you see him wash his hands free of the dough that remained on his fingers before going back to the olive oil doused ball and placing it into a wooden bowl, he then laid a fresh white cloth over the dough and transferred it into the fridge for it to rise for about 40 minutes.

You then felt his presence behind you, then you felt his hands snake around your waist and then his head followed suit, nuzzling into your neck before placing a soft kiss on your skin, “I’m sorry schat.” He mumbled, tickling your ear with his soft tufts of blonde hair.

“Y’know,” You paused briefly in between your enraged sauteing, stainless steel spatula in the air, “I don’t think you are.”

“But I reeeaaallly am.” He copied your elongated whine, shifting the two of you by guiding you side to side, oscillating gently as though you were the dough and he was trying to knead the forgiveness out of you, “How about this..” he started, laughing inwardly when your ears perked up and you attempted to discreetly turn off the gas so you could spin in his hold. Looping your arms around his neck you prompted him to continue, “We could go to the pet shop tomorrow.” He murmured, looking up into the air, despite your vice like grip on his head as though the particles would answer him and not your already giddy form in front of him.

“Yeah?” You danced slightly in his hold, wiggling your hips like a hyper child, “You promise?”

“You can drive pista if I forget.” He nodded solemnly.

“Oh shit-“ You lean back, impressed with his dedication, “You really are sorry”

“dat is alles wat nodig is?” He blubbers, eyes wide for dramatic effect, as you would like to call it, “Your standards are low, real low my love.”

You furrow your brows, playfully hitting the underside of his head before leaning up to kiss his grimaced lips, "What else is new? How else do you think this happened?” You gestured between the two of you.

Max hummed, leaning down to kiss your cheek before trailing down to your jaw, he grinned against you when your breath hitched and you pulled him closer, if that was possible, “I wooed you?” He tried; you snorted in response.

“Yeah, you wooed the heck out of me, yee old Maximillian Verstappen, one foul scowl at me and bam four years later here we are.”

You yelped when he bit your neck.

“Hmm, I’m just so so handsome?” He couldn’t hold his laugh back at this claim.

“I first met you when you were a scrawny 18-year-old, but yes, you are very handsome.” you coo at him whilst caressing his face.

Max hummed in agreement, “I know.”

“You’re not going to compliment me?” You asked.

“Hmm…nope.” He shrugged.

You gaped at him for a beat before lunging at his face and taking the soft skin of his cheek between your teeth, holding it there and growling playfully. Max yelped and laughed at your pseudo-attack before pushing you away and taking your lips captive with his as revenge, “You’re much prettier than me geliefde.” He added before his tongue slipped between your lips.

“Max... the food” You helplessly remind him when he finally detaches from you, only to lift you into his arms and move to the left to sit you down onto the counter, slotting himself in between your pliantly open thighs you draw him closer despite your objections.

“Fuck the food...” He murmurs against your ear, kissing behind it and trailing his mouth lower and lower until he reached your baby blue, silk camisole. Max looks up at you briefly, his bottom lip just barely breaching the collar of your flowy top, you stare down at him eyes heavy and threatening to flutter closed with every hot breath of his that fanned over your chest.

You bring one hand away from his neck to drag down his face, your middle finger just barely anchored on his mouth, pulling down his lip until he stopped your journey south and took the soft digit into his mouth, “Yeah, that sounds fair.” You breathed out, already jumping back into his embrace, preparing yourself to slam the bedroom door closed with a breathless laugh.

“You forgot, didn’t you?” You ask him, plugging in your hairdryer and drawing out a large barrelled round brush from the containers that sat on your counter. The bathroom door was wide open as you waited expectantly for Max to emerge from the walk-in closet on the opposite side of the room, the only divider being your bed and a half-length wall.

“What? What did I forget?” Your boyfriend looked down at his phone, waiting for a calendar event to remind him, when that didn’t happen, he looked up at you.

You remained still, just flicking on the contraption in your hands and drowning out his obliviousness with the sound of luke-warm air drying your hair.

“Babe?” he tried once.

“Babe?” He tried again.

“Babe?”

You finally snapped, large brush still wrapped in your hair as your hand pressed your silky strands into the bristles and hair sprayed the volume into it, “Max, you’re shitting me, right? That’s it, keys to the pista.” You ordered, tapping your nail against the counter space next to you.

That’s when the realisation hit the driver in front of you, his face blanched and he rushed up to you, “See, I didn’t forget I conveniently played stupid?” He tried; eyes slightly lit up with hope.

“You’re right-“ You start, snorting at the badly veiled victorious expression on his face, “You are stupid.”

By this point, Max had reached the threshold of the bathroom and had slumped forward, the only thing stopping him from face-planting the expensive tiled floor were his hands braced on the doorframe, “Not the pista, baby, anything else.”

“What about one of your Aston Martins ?,” You faced him, tearing your eyes away from your reflection in the large mirror ahead.

Max’s face fell at the mention of his beloved collection of Aston’s, “Okay, so maybe we take the Pista…”

You pouted at him, swiping on a generous amount of pink lip-gloss, “I knew I should’ve been on top last night.”

The rollers in your hair fell one by one as you undid them, smiling cheekily to yourself when Max choked on his own spit, “What’s that meant to mean?”

“Don’t ask questions, that you don’t want to know the answers to.” You pass by him in the doorway, pinching his cheeks together and pecking him quickly on his duck-lips.

“So it’s the Pista?” He hollered from his place, craning his neck to where you had turned into the closet.

He heard you snort, and the rustling of fabric before you answered him, “It’s the most expensive Aston Martin you own!”

You ended up taking the pista.

But your resignation was soon vindicated when you broke the speed limits the whole drive from your apartment to the best pet store in the city.

“Heer, red mij” Max prayed, hand braced on the ceiling of the sports car as your heeled foot pressed even harder onto the accelerator, the car purred happily whilst you cruised along the mountain road, the view of the crashing waves almost therapeutic, until the serene scene was broken with a-

“BEN JE NET 150 KM/U BREKEN? HOE?” A shaky finger followed promptly afterwards, tapping the speedometer a few times.

You blow a nonchalant breath through your lips, “You’re a formula one driver Maxie, why are you so scared?”

“We don’t normally drive like hooligans, it’s precise and practise-“

You interrupted his rant by miraculously increasing your pace and speeding down the empty highway ahead, Max slammed one hand against the window as an ungodly screech erupted from the 3-time world champion.

Safe to say, you arrived at the pet store in a safe condition.

Never mind that Max had rushed out of the passenger’s seat to press a kiss to the hood of the car, before running to a few nearby bushes and attempting to uproot his breakfast.

Though, with no such luck of evacuating the contents of his stomach, he waddled over to where you stood unimpressed albeit also concerned to knit your hands together, pecking your forehead a few times he allowed you to guide him into the shop.

“Oh my god Maxie, look!” You squealed, rushing up to the large glass display of a dozen or so hamsters, the various coloured furballs rolled around the spacious enclosure as you cooed down at them.

Max bent down as well, but soon caught eye of the “HALF OFF” sign and stood straight, “’M not sure geliefde, maybe not hamsters, jimmy, and sassy like the taste of em.”

You nodded once, wrenching your gaze away from one of the hamsters that you had already grown fond off to hold your boyfriend’s hand once more, “You could be less crude about it.” You mumble inwardly.

“You’re telling me, about being crude.” He scoffed down at you before looping his arms around your neck and tucking you into his side.

The pair of you continued to walk around the retail, swerving into and out of isles whilst browsing each selection of pet that could potentially enter your home.

Max had to continuously drag you away from the more exotic selection that there was on display, that was after you had convinced the store clerk to wrap a domestic snake around his neck.

“You look like you’re about to throw up” You giggle, pointing your phone at Max, who’s face had turned an alarming red as the docile snake snuggled up to his thick neck.

“I’m about to faint, no shit right now, this is not babygirl schat, this is abuse.” He hissed, quoting what you had said to convince him in the first place, he brought one shaky hand up to pet the reptile, a laboured “shhh” noise escaping the dutchman as though he were coercing the docile animal to not strangle the life out of him.

Luckily, the over-amused store clerk unwrapped the snake from his shoulders before Max simultaneously shit himself and cried.

“Maxie, look” You rushed over to another enclosure, this time, it was a large area on the floor walled off with pet gates, plush pillows were propped up against the black grate along with tumultuous cat toys spread across the floor. Luckily, to match the mess, there were at least 15 kittens, all different breeds, some were sleeping on their tummies, fluffy eyes closed as their four limbs spread out oddly whilst others were being entertained by other enraptured patrons.

“Hi guys,” You whispered, tucking your skirt beneath your thighs as your crouched down again, coming eye to eye with the adorable animals, “You’re so cute,” Max had joined you promptly, hitching up his jeans as he lowered himself next to you, large blue eyes following the cats.

A worker noticed the two of you and left their previous customers, a couple, much like yourselves, the two people cuddled a soft brown kitten who nuzzled into their shared embrace.

“Hi! Can I help you?”

You looked up at her, smiling, “My boyfriend and I were looking for a new addition to our family, I would love to bring home one of these guys.” You gestured to the large play pen.

“Well, that’s just lovely! But the cat’s choose you guys, not the other way around.” The middle-aged woman laughed, her olive skin stretching as she unlocked the gate and ushered the two of you in, “That’s how me and my husband got our cat.”

“Oh...” You stood eerily still as multiple odd fluff-balls came and sniffed your heels before trotting away, “What if none of them like me?” You whisper to Max, who already housed at least 3 kittens by his feet, “Nonsense, you just have to be patient darling.” He kissed your cheek and rubbed your arm comfortingly.

After about 10 minutes of you gingerly attempting to welcome a companion into your embrace, a smaller, more fur decadent kitten walked out from behind the small playhouse that sat in the far corner of the enclosure. It cocked its head curiously at you before yawning and shaking its back, and rump, its snow-white fur oscillating with its movements.

“Hi honey,” You whispered, bending down to allow it to clamber sleepily into your lap, you squealed internally, standing up once again with the kitten safely embraced into your arms, its back angled comfortably on your forearms and head rested on your chest whilst it blinked slowly at you, pale green eyes shining happily.

Max grinned serenely at the pair of you, watching as you brought a hand up to rub gently on the pink nose of the animal in your care, “I think you just got chosen.” He laughed quietly, his chin resting on your shoulder as he gazed down at the sleepy cat.

“Her name’s pookie.” You declared giddily as you approached the car, holding out your hand for the keys to the expensive car. Max stared at you, fear evident in his eyes.

“You can name her whatever you want, but you are not driving the car, we have precious cargo now,” He petted pookie behind her ear.

“Fine, come here baby.” You barely pouted, already taking pookie and her small, shell shaped bed into your arms. She rested peacefully in your lap, purring contently as Max hauled the other pink cat care items you had bought, into the back seat.

“So, I just had to buy you a cat?” Max inquired; hand braced on the back of your headrest as he backed out of the parking spot.

You lean over the dash to kiss Max’s stubble covered cheek, “It’s so easy to please me, my love.”

“Well….” He squeaked, looking over at you suggestively.

“You perv,” You smacked his forehead but laughed nonetheless, “There’s children present.”

“So, Max?”

The driver perked up at his name, flipping the microphone in his hand to answer the question, he leaned back against the white sofa where he was joined by a few other of his fellow colleagues all of whom turned to the questioner in the sea of reporters.

“We’ve heard you have a new addition to the family?”

Max laughed into the mic, before adjusting the cap on his head and nodding, “Very true yes, the missus and I just got a new kitten into the house.” He plucked out his phone and held up a photo of you and Pookie, both of whom were turned away from the lens to face the large window showing of the Monaco coastline.

A flurry of ‘awws’ escaped the people present, and Charles who also swooned at the photo spoke into the mic, “Do you guys have a name yet?”

“Kind of, she wanted to name it ‘pookie’ and I just think that when I talk about the kitten, I’ll sound like an idiot, it doesn’t feel right with my accent.”

Charles popped his mouth open, “Wait- you call me pookie?”

Back at home, you had snuggled up to Jimmy and Sassy, both of whom had settled with laying their heads onto each of your legs whilst you held Pookie close to your chest, caressing her cheek, “That’s what you get leclerc.” You snarl at the screen, “Stealing my boyfriend, leaving our children fatherless, you whore.” You joked, filming your commentary to send to Max, who on the television screen was already justifying the similar names between his new daughter, and his work wife.

Pookie blinked up at you, and you swore, that she smiled at your determined face.

📻 Kcccchh.... come in.... come in...translatiion available...over

📻 Kchh...Dutch....to english....over

dat is alles wat nodig is ? - that's all it takes ?

Geliefde - Love [r]

Heer, red mij - Lord, save me

BEN JE NET 150 KM/U BREKEN? HOE? - DID YOU JUST BREAK 150 KPH? HOW?

schat - Darling/Love/Babe [term of endearment]

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brightnote · 11 days

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My Maria Hill AO3 Fics Masterlist by type

Action heavy Maria focused stories

A Shot in the Dark

An former US government leader takes over a rogue a Hydra faction for its technology in order to gain control over the Avengers and sell his technology back to the government. But his plan to capture Tony Stark and hold Pepper Potts hostage to force Tony to assist him goes wildly off the rails when the team mistakenly kidnaps Maria Hill instead. Maria races against time to save an injured Tony Stark and bust them out of secret Hydra holding facility. This fic is heavily inspired by the movie Alien also there are typos I need to go through and fix, but it's an action heavy read with a lot snark!

Boots On the Ground (unfinished)

Remember when we were told we were getting a spy thriller series where Maria played a “a major role” and then we got the hot mess that was Secret Invasion and she was in it for six minutes before she was needlessly and personally murdered by Kevin Feige? (I might be exaggerating a little) ANYWAYS here’s a spy thriller Secret Invasion with a tense cat and mouse game, father daughter themes, women fighting sexism, action, and lots of surprises and Blackhill references.

Maria Hill Fics about Relationships and Feelings and maybe some action too.

All The Things We Left Unsaid

A very depressed post-blip Maria who is devastated by the loss of Natasha imagines a funny and emotional conversation with her.

What Comes to Light (a sequel to a Shot in the Dark)

Maria navigates a complicated situation between her new found trust with Tony Stark and losing her relationship with Fury all while she tries to push away and end her relationship with Natasha all while Tony and Maria dodge shady FBI agents with ties to their prior captors and Maria is stalked by an escaped ex-hydra agent. Maria gets unexpected help from Jimmy Woo.

The Shadows on the Wall (unfinished) (a follow-up to What Comes to Light and Shot in the Dark)

Pepper and Maria expand their friendship while they silently deal with PTSD from the experience in What Comes to Light. Maria struggles with her identity and sexual orientation as she tests the waters with relationships outside of her on and off again with Natasha all while the Avengers and Maria are baited into a trap. (This one has some 2013 Fanfic vibes lmao sorry)

TY to dailymarvel gifs

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weclassybouquetfun · 4 months

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With the release of AQUAMAN AND THE LOST KINGDOM, the DCEU has officially ended.

You could never make me hate you.

AQUAMAN AND THE LOST KINGDOM THOUGHTS. MORE SPOILERS THAN FISH IN THE SEA.

THE GOOD

-Loved the humour of it. The DCEU has been so serious and I find myself loving the lighter ones like WONDER WOMAN 2, the SHAZAM films and THE FLASH. Plus, Jason Momoa is better equipped for comedy/action, than drama. Meanwhile, Patrick Wilson excels at both! How great is he in this?!

Wilson was just so game. The cockroach scenes (scenes because there is a mid-credit call-back) would have been downright dumb if it was played by someone less committed than Wilson.

And the humour in their interactions weren't clunky because this is Arthur having the brother experience that he never had. It ties back to his father Tom (Temuera Morrison) saying Junior should have a sibling and how he wished Arthur had one. Now we see it played out, complete with the older sibling bullying (convincing Orm to eat a cockroach by saying it's the shrimp of the land. Which is priceless because people call shrimp the cockroaches of the seas).

-As soon as Kordax said his darkest night had ended, I knew what was going on.

Blackest Night!!!!!

Yes, the core story was vastly different but this was the their nod to it.

-People living under the sea should stoke the imagination so I'm happy they finally made the civilization under the sea so lively instead of us just watching Atlantean council meetings. Give us the nightlife!

THE BAD

-I don't think we got enough time with Black Manta.

It honestly felt like Randall Park's Stephen Shin had more screen-time.

Stephen who is obviously Jimmy Woo's identical twin cousin.

I think the film should have gone deeper into David Kane's slip into madness due to the trident with more of his "Gollum" scenes where we can see how Kordax is spurring him on.

But at least they gave Black Manta a great death. I was just waiting for Arthur to grab him and Black Manta still fall to his death. But it's so fitting that David wouldn't dare let the man who killed his father (a man who doesn't even feel bad about it) save him. True standing on business! Or falling... Falling on business.

-The water effects are horrible. I think it likely looks better in 3D but in standard - hazy, uncanny valley.

THE REST

-Pilou Asbaek plays Kordax and I find it fitting that my wretched sh!tty despot uncle of the Iron Islands plays a power hungry Atlantean.

-I was the only person to laugh at the Topo line spoken by Atlanna (Nicole Kidman).

Return of the King.

And Storm!

-Though in the SnyderCut we get Martian Manhunter, thus fulfilling the motto of Unite the Seven

in this film we get another united seven - the seven kingdoms of Atlantis which includes the titular lost kingdom.

-Felt like James Wan did a fair bit of nods. We get Orn living above ground at an outdoor restaurant a'la Bruce's retired life in THE DARK KNIGHT RISES. Arthur and Orn's team-up is like Thor and Loki's in THOR: RAGNAROK. Arthur even calls Orn Loki before making a Harry Potter reference.

There's a shot of Black Manta sat in the navigation chair in his Black Manta gear casting the same type of demeanor as T'Challa in BLACK PANTHER. The ending with Arthur deciding to tell the world about Atlantis is straight cribbed from BLACK PANTHER and IRON MAN. Is this the cinematic version of someone losing a match and shaking the hand of their opponent?

#jason momoa #patrick wilson #aquaman #aquaman and the lost kingdom #arthur curry #ocean master #black manta #yahya abdul mateen ii #randall park #comic book movies #dc comics #dceu #spoilers #movies

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seraphtrevs · 1 year

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i am NOT a chuck hater, i love his character, but like. what did rebecca ever see in him? he can be passionate but only about the law and he's pretty self absorbed. he loves her, we can see that, but i imagine it took sooo much for him to eventually let her into his life like that

I think it's important to keep in mind that we're mostly seeing chuck at his absolute worst. We see a glimpse of how Chuck could turn on charm when he goes to HHM to convince Mesa Verde to stay with them. It takes everything out of him, but he hasn't always been this ill

I'm not saying he was ever as sicially adept as jimmy - in fact, chuck knows he isn't and is jealous. But being a partner in a successful law firm means he needs to woo clients, and everyone seems to remember him very fondly. When he's dreaming of being well with Dr. Clea Duvall, he talks about wanting to host parties at his home. He wasn't a hermit

I imagine he and rebecca had a lot in common - I'm willing to bet that they met because chuck was a big fan of classical music and saw her perform. Maybe he was a patron. They both love to cook gormet meals. Chuck is very intelligent and well-read, so I'm sure he can talk about many interesting subjects beyond the law. Maybe she likes a good debate.

Their divorce was amicable, done for practical reasons because her career had too much travel and long-distance just didn't work for them. She's still very fond of him. That seems to suggest he was a good husband

Like I said, the Chuck we see - paranoid, isolated, rigid - is someone suffering from profound untreated mental illness, which didn't manifest itself until just before the show begins. He's a shadow of who he used to be.

#chuck mcgill #better call saul #asks

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dilemmaontwolegs · 2 years

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The Bond We Share || Bucky Barnes

Avenger!Bucky x vampire!fem!reader

Summary: Tired of watching from the sidelines you decide to join the Avengers and fall in love with Bucky. Warnings: 18+ only, violence, mind control, injuries, blood. WC: 2157

“If I were to tell you every Vampire lore created was false, would you believe me?”

Jimmy Woo laughed and dropped his pen back to the table so he could cross his arms. “Yeah, because it’s all fiction, of course you’d be correct.”

“Wrong.” You smirked, sitting back as comfortably as the restraints would allow. “Vampires are very real, and very intelligent. They crafted thousands of myths across every religion and culture you can think of, current and extinct. Every piece is as misleading as the next.”

“Say that you’re telling the truth, which I don’t believe you are, give me one good reason why they would go to all that effort?” Jimmy asked, his hands flying up in exasperation.

Your smile grew, a peek of sharp incisors glistening in the harsh fluorescent lights. “So you humans never realised we lived amongst you all along.”

You snapped the handcuffs with ease and rose to your feet, your enhanced vision helping you to see through the one way glass. “Fury, it’s time we spoke face to face.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” He said as his stoic figure disappeared from the window and the door opened a second later, Jimmy already making a quick exit with a pale face.

Nick Fury filled the doorway, not even bothering to close it since you could just punch your way through it. “Nice to finally meet you, Shadow was it?”

You knew he was phishing for your real name but you were not ready to disclose something that personal just yet. “That is what you may call me.”

“Okay then, Shadow, why did you come here today? In broad daylight I might add.”

“Sunlight doesn’t affect us and the business hours on the door are 9-5. It would have been rude to show up at midnight.” You teased as you took a seat and kicked your feet up on the table. “Sit.”

“I don’t take orders from you.” He countered, remaining fixed in his position by the door.

Your eyes flashed golden and he flinched as he heard your voice in his mind. “I can force the order upon you and I will, but I am trying to be nice here.”

Nick sauntered across the room and sat down, his expression murderous but you didn’t care. “Why did you come here?”

“I want to help you.”

Nick scoffed and shook his head. “I don’t believe that.”

“Believe what you will but I am more evolved than the humans you have working for you with gifts I am sure you can find ways to utilise.” You shrugged before dropping your feet to the ground and leaning forward. “I have lived in the shadows for centuries, countless wars and death, I have grown tired of observing.”

“How do I know I can trust you?” Nick asked, mirroring your pose as he judged your soul with his one eye.

“I have nothing to gain. My science is more advanced than anything you have in this facility and I have more wealth than I will ever need. What you want to know is whether the myth is true? Do I want to suck your blood?”

You couldn’t help laughing as you leant back in the chair and Nick grew impatient. “Well, do you?”

“God, no.” You rolled your eyes. “We call it blood-bonding, and it is a sacred act between lovers that links their minds together - for eternity. Not something I wish to have with you.”

Nick crossed his arms and withdrew into his mind as he thought of the possibilities. ”Can you bond with more than one person?”

“Why would you want to?”

Nick pursed his lips together before answering honestly. “Imagine an elite team of agents able to communicate without the use of technology that can fail.”

“No, you misunderstand.” You shook your head seriously. “To share a bond is to share a life, a piece of you lives within the other. You become a part of their consciousness, every thought or feeling, you feel too and it cannot be shut off. If one dies, so does the other.”

Two Years Later

“Alpha team in position.” Steve spoke quietly over the comms.

“Bravo team in position.” Bucky answered for you both as he surveyed the military base that had been captured by Hydra forces. It was almost time to converge on the base and Bucky pulled you into a hug, still afraid for your safety on missions even after all this time. “Ready, doll?”

You tiptoed to kiss his sweet lips before pulling away to nod. “See you on the other side.”

His hands locked on your waist and you gave him another reassuring nod as Steve ordered all teams to move in. You bent your knees and jumped as Bucky threw you with all his strength, the ground disappearing far below as you soared over the high brick walls to land gracefully on the rooftop of the main building. Sticking to the shadows the night provided, you leapt down to a balcony and broke the hinge off the door to slip inside.

The room was empty as you had expected and you could hear orders being shouted as an explosion sounded at the front gate, Sam providing a good distraction so the rest of you could scour the inside. A few gunshots sounded and you heard the spray of bullets from the floor below, your feet carrying you faster to the fray as you feared for your team members and Bucky especially.

“Teams, check in.” Steve ordered as the fighting increased.

The group sounded off their call signs and you waited to hear Bucky’s, silence dragging and your heart rate racing.

Your eyes glowed as you reached out with your mind, praying it were a faulty comms. “Bucky? Come on, babe, I need to hear you.”

His voice barely registered through the small device in your ear but it was there, just. You heard a painful groan that you would recognise anywhere and your mission was forgotten. You sprinted back to the balcony, diving over the rail and tucking into a roll as the ground rushed up to meet you.

“I’m coming, Bucky, hold on.”

“Shadow, where are you?” Steve asked and you cursed under your breath.

“Bucky’s hurt.”

“We need you in here.”

“Did you not hear me? Bucky’s hurt, Steve. Save yourself for a change.” You pulled the comm from your ear and crushed it beneath your foot before punching your fists into the brick wall to scale over it.

You ignored the sounds of fighting and of the animals in the bush around the base, finally hearing a groan as the metallic scent of blood filled your nostrils. You spun and raced along the treeline until all you could see and smell was blood, it pooled on the ground and sprayed across the ferns where Bucky lay.

“James!” You screamed as you skidded to his side, his blood quickly soaking your pants as you tried to stem the blood pouring from a blast to his side, fragments of the grenade peppered across his skin. “Fuck, stay with me, please.”

You regretted smashing the comms as you sent out a mental scream to everyone in your team begging them to help save Bucky, the order laced with power that they couldn’t refuse. You felt their resistance and you knew this would ruin the mission beyond repair but nothing mattered except saving Bucky.

His blood seeped through your fingers as you put pressure on the gaping wound and you watched with terror as his face began to pale to a sickly ashen shade. You could hear his heart beating weakly and his eyes fluttered open but failed to focus on you as he coughed, his lips turning red with blood droplets.

You couldn’t breathe as his chest shuddered, drowning in his own blood as it filled his lungs and you dropped your head to his as you begged forgiveness. You had seen him and Steve heal from some severe wounds with the help of the serum but none of them came close to this and you were sure he was dying.

“I’m sorry, James, but I can’t lose you.” You whispered in his ear before you pressed your lips to his erratic pulse. “I’m sorry.”

Your incisors pierced his skin and the taste of copper flooded your mouth along with a power you had never felt before. All of your senses enhanced even more and you heard your teammates making their way through the dense bush towards you and the halo of golden light that had replaced your irises. Needing to complete the bonding, you raised your wrist to your mouth and tore through the skin before pressing it to his lips.

“Come on, please work…please work…” You pleaded as you waited to see any sign of life, praying you were not too late. “I love you, don’t leave me.”

“What have you done?” Steve growled as he broke through the bushes and saw your chin dripping with the blood of his best friend.

Tears streamed down your cheeks as Steve pushed you away from Bucky’s seemingly lifeless body and you let him. You were numb as Bucky’s blood turned cold on your skin, the failure sinking in that you were too late. Pain burned in your chest and you rasped rattling breaths as you felt like you were drowning, the hurt sending you flat on your back as you tried to scream.

“Steve, something’s wrong with Shadow.” Sam called out as he watched your eyes flash from gold to blue.

Steve tore his tear filled eyes away from his best friend's body and saw the brilliant hue that could only be compared to Bucky’s. Hope suddenly fluttered in his chest and he looked down at Bucky to see the punctures at his neck healed. Shoving his ruined jacket aside, Steve wiped a hand across Bucky’s bloodied stomach and saw the skin knitting itself back together.

“It’s working.” He stammered with disbelief. “She did it.”

It felt as if your stomach was on fire and your fingers clawed at the fabric covering your skin, expecting to see burn marks but there was nothing there. Next came visions, memories that didn’t belong to you and nausea rolled through you at the torture Bucky had endured. In all your long life you had never felt pain like this and you wondered how he had managed to even get out of bed in the mornings with the weight that he carried around. Then warmth flooded you, and felt his love chasing away the hurt.

The pain receded but you could still feel Bucky there, on the edge of your mind like a constant hum and you pulled yourself to your knees. It would take time to get used to the feeling of having someone in your mind for a change but you were grateful that you could feel him at all.

“Me too.” Bucky murmured as he pushed Steve away and limped over to you, dropping to his knees and pulling you into his arms. “I love you too, doll.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what else to do.” You sobbed into his shoulder. “I couldn’t let you die.”

“It’s okay.” He promised as he cradled your face in his hands, the truth of his words echoed with his thoughts and feelings that you felt as if they were your own. “I don’t have to drink blood or anything now do I?”

“Of all the things you could ask…” You shook your head with a laugh. “No, but we should probably talk when we get back, about the changes you’ll notice.”

“What about the mission?” Bucky asked, suddenly noticing everyone else around. “Did we take the base back?”

“No.” Steve said through gritted teeth. “A surprise attack is off the cards now, they will be on high alert.”

“It’s my mess, let me fix it.” You volunteered as you rose to your feet.

“My mess.” Bucky said beside you. “I should have seen the tripwire.”

“This is a bad idea.” Steve groaned, but he still reached for his shield hanging on his back. “We move quickly and as a team. Shadow, no more going rogue.”

“You got it, Captain.”

Bucky looked at you sideways, knowing you would break rank in a heart beat for him, just as he would do the same for you. Your fingers laced together and he felt like an extension of yourself, your movements in perfect sync thanks to the bond. It was just another thing you would need to get used to, thankfully you had eternity for that.

“Ready, doll?”

His lips met yours with a hunger that was felt deep in your bones and you couldn’t wait to explore it further when you got back to the compound. For now, you used all your strength to pull away with the promise to pick it up later and nodded.

“Ready.”

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@nash-dara @buckyisperfect @itswanktime @slutforsexyseabass @sea040561 @gryffindorqueensworld @honeywithemoney @kenzieam @tsnelf7 @jmeagin-blog @saranghaey @heavenly-rogers @bibibeauelle @wildcat116 @glxwingrxse @ymasen @thebuckybarnesvault @hoe-4-sebstan @tailsoflightning @avengershoney @hallecarey1 @tonystarksmutgarden @sunflowerfive @tripletstephaniescp @inlovewithbuckybarnes @kamaria-sweet-writes @youngr0se95 @scxrpioscult @ke05 @balekanemohafe @ladiesloveluxury @cjand10 @mogaruke @tenpointsforbucky @matchat3a @prk1990 @misshale21 @pono-pura-vida @buckyisguiltypleasure @thrxshsxbbxth @rachellovesloki @ashenc-blog @winterstorm311 @chaoticevilbakugo @evanstanwhore @pandareesstuff @lonesomewitchking

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x poc!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes x you

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Now I come to talk fanfic!! So i had an idea for a empires season 1 fic! its gempulse and love triangle flower fwhimmy but also a bit arranged marriage because your idea gave me ideas (in a different direction tho) man view are probably fwhip and gem, maybe some chapters in the other views as well. Basically Gem is in love with impulse who is a member of the dwarfen kingdom located under and between rivendell and the crystal cliffs. (I imagine this kingdom isnt really royalty based and more like a working democracy with impulse as a member of the leaders. Other leaders are maybe other hermits or skizz. Anyways Story is that Rivendell and Crystal cliffs want scott and gem to marry because of their magic powers in hope that an unity of both could save the end (or similar) Problem is, Gem is in love with impulse and scott is in love with jimmy. both of them dont want to marry each other and try to find a way around it Meanwhile she is just telling her pain to her brother who is in love with scott and would love to take her place but due to his lack of magic and inability to, well, carry an offspring he is not considered for it. He will try to help gem tho, because he is trade partner with impulse for stuff and he is like helping gem wooing impulse, who is also in love with gem but both of them dont know about the mutual feelings. then theres Jimmy who is in love with fwhip and wants to be able to woo him, but their kingdoms are enemies and the twins father would never ever let them at each other. So he tries to get to fwhip over scott, and scott is so much in love he helps jimmy but it hurts him. fwhip agrees to meet up with jimmy because he loves scott so much. its a mess no one can properly talk; only gem and fwhip have good communication. total love drama.

Hehe im glad my ideas inspired you. I sure do love an arranged marriage!!!

The love triangle is such a mess oh my god. Then trying to pair each other up must hurt so much. I can just imagine all the miscommunication and mixed singals between them. Meanwhile i imagine gem and impulse are just being the cutest <3

I love fwhip being the best brother ever. If he can't be happy he can help his sister be happy! I can also imagine skizz and the other hermits all trying to be impulses wingman whwffw

I love how they're all involved in the political stuff someway and then jimmy seems to just. Be there lmaoo. He came here fwhip and he can't even have that

This sounds like such a fun idea and I'm so excited to see where it goes <33

#ren asks #faves #empiresshipping #hermitshipping

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unknownfacelessfanfictions · 2 years

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MCU Masterlist

The following fanfictions are not mine. This is simply a list of oneshots (sometimes fanfics) that I have enjoyed.

Credit goes to the creators, thank you so much for writing this!!!!

Containing Characters from:

Shang-Chi

Antman and the Wasp/ WandaVision

Avengers films

Captain America Civil War

Doctor Strange 2

Doctor Strange

Characters:

Shang-Chi/ Shangqi

Jimmy Woo

Wanda Maximoff

America Chavez ( no, I'm not some 30-year old creep)

Stephen Strange

I actually wanted to include Wong too, but there is literally NOTHING. I found absolutly NOTHING!

Shang-Chi/ Shangqi:

Water ( by @lovelybarnes )

Raincheck ( by @itsapeterthing )

Given the Chance ( by @make-me-imagine )

Ask Me Again Tomorrow ( by @makethatelevenrings )

Like Father, Like Son ( by @makethatelevenrings )

Again ( by @redheadspark )

Blind Date ( by @musingsinmoonlight )

Shang-Chi as a dad ( by @kimoralov3 )

Just One Weekend ( by @magicalxdaydream )

Rainy Day and Pancakes ( by @redheadspark )

Electric Love ( by @kimoralov3 )

Pizza Slices and Love Letters ( by @redheadspark )

Jimmy Woo:

playing with fire ( by @danny-cordray )

i love you, baby ( by @danny-cordray )

Sitcoms: The #1 Cause of Fatigue ( by @gxldenflower )

Something New ( by @galactic-magick )

What You’ve Been Missing ( by @startrekkingaroundasgard )

It's Just Coffee ( by @momos-peaches )

Budget Cuts ( by @gxldenflower )

fluff alphabet ( by @ramblingandwritings )

Cuddles, kisses and a cup of tea ( by @nyx-aira )

We Should Do This More Often ( by @startrekkingaroundasgard )

lonely together ( by @danny-cordray )

As If We Needed To Hate Him Even More ( by @ynscrazylife )

Wanda Maximoff:

It’s Our Party… ( by @maximoffwitch )

Family Forgiveness ( by @foxcantswim )

A Step In The Right Direction ( by @p0orbaby )

Warm hands ( by @chaosromanoff )

can you just hold me ( @sugarybitterness )

I'm So Lonesome, I Could Cry ( by @vancityfire13 )

What’s a MILF? ( by @maximoffwitch )

In This Universe and Every Other ( by @the-fandom-abyss )

I’m Here ( by @smalls-words )

Sanctum ( by @thatonebrazilian )

Blink and You'll Miss Me ( by @married2myphone )

America Chavez:

Electric Love ( by @kaisacobra )

Dating America Chavez would include ( by @chiefdirector )

Stupid Boys ( by @xrqkayo )

gold rush ( by @msminutes )

Random fluff headcanons ( by @chiefdirector )

contention ( by @msminutes )

Chef Strange ( by @t-h-i-n-g )

Doctor Stephen Strange:

Two Of You ( by @lykaonimagines )

sleepy ( by @strange-mischief )

Somebody To Love ( by @lykaonimagines )

Remedy ( by @blackbat05 )

Just Come Home ( by @clowasheretooyouknow )

Don’t Be A Fool ( by @stephens-heart )

Fake marriage, real feelings ( by @erule )

Unexpected ( by @celestialnxva )

Be Alright ( by @lykaonimagines )

There For You ( by @rosequartzwriting )

Here for the Wi-Fi ( by @spilledkauffie )

#marvel #mcu #shang chi and the legend of the ten rings #shang chi x reader #shang-chi x reader #shangqi x reader #wandavision #antman and the wasp #jimmy woo x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #doctor strange multiverse of madness #america chavez x reader #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange x reader

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colorfulstudentmuffinmaker · 2 years

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Empires Thoughts Dump!

Lizzie

Yall, her village is genuinely so cute

Reminds me of those village sandbox games that I loved to play as a child

Really appreciate the work she's putting into her builds recently.

Please don't rush CCs yall, it's obvious that they're working hard, saying this because I've seen people incessantly asking about Lizzie with other CCs in their streams, namely Joel and fWhip, and I think Pix one time and I'm betting Jimmy also encounters that as well.

Not only is it rude to CCs and even Lizzie, it's sometimes even discouraging.

Please stop.

Shelby

Something Wicked this witch way comes (Pearl voice)

Love the banner

You know, if I had a nickel... Yeah yeah you get the joke. But it's still funny it's happening again.

Hooray for Loyalty on a trident.

Katherine

Mentioned this already, but really appreciate Katherine's storytelling

That transition from white block to black block? Ingenious

Can't wait for the curse to spread /pos

Love her being hysterical in the comments when she found out the gold is from the Stratos Sphere

Joey

Hooray for heterosexual attraction I suppose

I'm saying it's heterosexual attraction (which is what's happening btw), BUT Joey has confirmed Pirate Joe is bi.

I wonder what brought that on

My guy finally got a creeper head.

Woo!

Get ready for your boat to burn cause an angry, 11ft sky god is about to lose it.

Jimmy

I ascribe to the headcanon that Jimmy did get cursed with the fossil thing and that curse is turning him into a toy

Amen to that

On a more serious note, I am genuinely proud of Jimmy as a viewer. His building skills are getting better, his builder's eye is getting better, his block palette is getting better, his time lapses are more dynamic. Jimmy has genuinely improved and I'm all up for it.

The others

Not much happened that isn't unusual

Just your average Empires episodes. Chaos, awestriking aesthetic builds, a bit of imagination.

I love Pix's catacombs, I love Joel's arena, I love Scott's roads, Sausage's windmill, fWhip's pork sign, False's farms and amnesia lore.

The advantage of watching all of the CCs is getting inspiration to build in your own minecraft world

We are spoiled.

Missing Gem tho, but she is moving irl afaik. So take your time dearie.

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wren-kitchens · 2 years

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past, present and future (with you)

WOO EMPIRES/DOUBLE LIFE FIC

the odds of me completing this entire thing are slim but for the time being imma try lmao

jimmy is frantically searching for string for a fishing rod when there’s a loud knock at his door. he grins, just knowing joel is gonna be there to launch him into the sky again and remembering the last time he tried.

he closes the chest and walks over to the door, but when he opens it he isn’t greeted with the regular sight of the god that is too tall to fit in his porch. instead, there’s a man with red eyes, blonde hair and a tail. definitely not joel.

the man looks slightly surprised when he sees jimmy. he notices that the man’s face is flushed with heat, so he’s probably not from around here.

“um, hi, sorry to bother you.” the man says, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. “but i heard that you found a giant fossil recently?”

“I did.” jimmy nods, slightly proud. “do you know pixlriffs?”

“yeah, he told me about it.” the man says. “I was wondering if you’d show me it?”

“‘course!” jimmy smiles, walking out of the doorway, closing his door behind him. “what’s your name?”

“i’m tango.” he says, following jimmy.

“i’m jimmy. nice to meet you.” jimmy says. “where are you from?”

“oh, nowhere around here.” tango says.

jimmy waits for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t so he leaves it.

“you’re an archeologist?” jimmy asks as they walk. it should be awkward, but somehow it’s not.

“not technically.” tango says. “it’s just interesting, you know? like, you never know what was happening here thousands of years ago. heck, this place could have been lush and green a thousand years ago.”

“I don’t reckon I could imagine this place as anything else.” jimmy says, looking around at the dry mountains of clay and sand that surrounds the town. “but yeah, you make a good point. I mean, this whole valley could have been a massive lake.”

tango nods enthusiastically, apparently pleased jimmy is interested. “yeah! like you could just find anything in here, buried in the sand.”

jimmy can’t help but smile. tango reminds jimmy of himself; often ignored or teased, so always happy when someone shares his interests.

“well, I mean, if you know anything about finding fossils.” jimmy shrugs, trying not to look like he cares too much (and probably failing based off tango’s excited expression). “you could come ‘round and show me how.”

tango grins. “that’d be awesome!”

jimmy feels his own face flush. well, it is a hot day. “c’mon, the mines are just this way.”

when they reach the fossil, tango is amazed by how authentic it is. (jimmy accidentally-on-purpose forgets to tell him that they had to replace the diamonds inside it).

“can you imagine how big of a creature this could have been?” tango’s face is so close to the glass, he has to wipe the condensation away with his sleeve. “if this was the size of the ribcage..” he trails off, apparently lost in thought.

jimmy doesn’t realise he’s staring until a rock falls from a ledge and he almost jumps out of his skin. he’s very thankful when tango doesn’t look up— he’s supposed to be the sheriff for crying out loud, a stone falling shouldn’t scare him that much.

“oh, hello.”

jimmy turns so fast he accidentally hits pixl with one of his wings.

“jesus, you scared me.” he says. “oh- sorry.” he notices he’s covered pix in yellow feathers.

“it’s fine.” pixl says, brushing the feathers off. “I scare a lot of people.”

“you are incredibly quiet.” jimmy puts a hand to his chest, feeling his heart racing. “what are you doing here?”

“well, i was visiting the fossil.” pixl says. “hey tango.” he adds.

“hi!” tango waves.

jimmy’s face heats up when he realises tango has seen the entire thing. he’s smiling in an amused way, but not it’s mocking. that’s good, right? he doesn’t want to ruin tango’s first impression of him.

“I can’t believe this is so exposed.” tango is saying to pixl. “it’s perfect for display already without excavation.”

“yeah, I mean we definitely struck lucky here.” pix agrees.

“and are all the diamonds naturally formed?” tango asks.

“they are.” pixl says. jimmy is incredibly relieved that he doesn’t tell tango what happened. “I think whatever creature this was might have had some kind of magic.”

“well, it’s a pretty magical world.” jimmy says, and the two turn to look at him. “we’ve got witches, we’ve got gods.”

pixl nods. “very true. you know, there’s evidence that there used to be ocean gods walking the earth. no one’s entirely sure how they died— from what we can infer, they were incredibly powerful.”

“ocean gods?” jimmy’s eyes widen. “how did you find out about them?”

“well, we think they existed.” pixl says, looking slightly surprised to have gotten jimmy’s full attention. “recently we’ve been finding some things washed up on the shore that look centuries old.”

“like what?” jimmy has to force himself not to jump when tango seemingly appears next to him. why is he so twitchy suddenly?

“so far we’ve found what seems to be prismarine from at least a millennia ago.” pixl says. “it doesn’t spawn naturally, and we know it’s not from a sea temple just by doing some tests.”

“so you’re saying that there could be remnants of a fallen kingdom in this world?” jimmy asks.

“more than one kingdom, we think.” pixl says. “we’ve found ancient carvings in the jungle, we’ve found preserved clothing in the swamp mud. heck, we’ve even found what we think are parts of statues right here in the mesa.”

“in the mesa?” jimmy says. “you mean, we could have statues from an ancient kingdom in the mesa?”

“it’s pretty likely.” pixl nods. “why, you interested?”

“am I!” jimmy exclaims.

“I can show you how to excavate things if you want.” tango says to him. “maybe I could come over in the next week?”

“that’d be amazing!” jimmy grins.

“does it matter what time?” tango asks.

“as long as it’s in daylight hours.” jimmy chuckles. “i’m gonna head back now, do you want me to show you the way out?”

tango nods. “i’ll stay here with pixl for a little longer, if that’s alright?”

“of course.” jimmy smiles. “i’ll see you around.” he waves and flies off.

#this is kinda bad but shhh we’re gonna pretend #endings are my least favourite #empires smp #empires season 2 #double life #double life ficlet #empires ficlet #rancher duo #team rancher #ranch duo

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georgeharrisonshairymoustache · 2 months

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@lasalebete more sio infodumping now wahoo *crowd goes fucking silent*

May as well start from the beginning...

To put some backstory context in, her family is from a long line of Coruscentian (the kingdoms name) Emperors since like....the year 625 (clarification that this is a fictional place and ADs and BCs aren't actually determined just yet cuz we haven't needed to do anything abt that) (and extra clarification that the current year in The Realghms is approx 1380).

If you were to imagine Sio race-wise then she's mixing between a slight middle-eastern (maternal) and a white Mediterranean (paternal)

Basically imagine pretty much Turkish and Greece

Cuz like...her ginger hair is SO common in Turkey and Greeceeeeeee (my only defense is that her features are entirely based on me I'm so sorry)

Reference:

(Shit drawing but ah well)

*ehem* anyway

Her dad, Demetrius (*insert surname that I won't use for personal reasons here*) was a traumatised war veteran who likely fought in the same war that Sio fought in when she was 16 (99 Years War). He came home veryyyyy traumatised, he was depressed, a heavy drinkerrrr, VERY victim-blaming, especially on Sio. Sio's Siblings, Zehraei and Bayezid were infinitely more favoured than her, even though Bayezid died of an illness when he was still little. As the years went on Demetrius went on to continue abusing her (via manipulation and guilt tripping), whereas her mother, Aylinei, seemed to be completely oblivious to his behaviour (I think that she knew all along but since she prefered Zehraei to Sio, and that she didn't want to be hurt by her husband, then she just never stood up for it HAHA GREAT MUM INNIT) !!!

Fast forward to 1361. VERYYYY important year for Sio and Elias (some reasons I won't indulge in yet cuz the essays would be far too long). In the capital city that they both resided in, called Annen, was sieged by the opposition army (Malusians) from the 99 Years War. During this time, Zehraei is brutally murdered by a soldier, and the family is destraught (obviously, icl Zehraei was actually a good person unlike many blursed characters). Her parents (and grandfather Orpheus) are SO destraught, not only because they're favourite daughter had died but also because this meant that all they could now rely on to continue their family tree was from this odd little teen who never found any interest in men whatsoever (oh how untrue that is mwahahah).

Then. Some bomb (or sumn like that) went off on the street while the family was fleeing the city, which knocked down the city watchtower. Fortunately, Sio was quite a bit further than them, having not noticed the large falling tower noises going on in the background since she was trying to calm herself via Stairway to Heaven playing in her headphones (long story as to why she's got access to both modern technology and led zeppelin that I won't go into yet).

So yeah, basically. Errrr maybe sound effects might put gjbe a better insight as to what happened to the rest of the family afterwsrds

*WEEEEEEEEEEEEEE* *RUBBLE RUBBLE CRUMBLE CRUMBLE* *WHAP BANG WHOP WOO* *WEEEEE* *CRASH BAM WHAP ZAP LED ZEP* *falling tower noises*

*CRASH BANG WAP CARDI. B.* *body-crushing noises*

dw, sio noticed her family had all just been killed by that watchtower eventually, however she was a little disappointed that she had to pause jimmy page's guitar solo nearing the end of the song (cuz it's banging).

After all this she is hella sad tho she's also a bit relieved they're dead cuz now she has some actual freedom (elias probably helped her get grounded numerous times for like, time travelling).

Then there's a bit of a gap in timelines from where her family dies and where she signs up for the army BUT THATS FOR ANOTHER ESSAY CUZ GODAMN THAT WAR GOT SOME IMPORTANT SHIT

(I AM SO SORRY THIS WAS NOT MEANT TO BE THIS LONG)

#ocs #original characters #long post

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stenka-razin · 3 months

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Grammy Live Performances Reviewed

Dua Lipa: it was fine, but I don't remember much of it. Didn't help that I don't think I know these songs at all.

Luke Combs & Tracy Chapman doing Fast Car: Dunno why this was second, eyes were pissing tears immediately. This is one of better ideas for a Grammy Performances. You have all these artists under one roof, make 'em work together! Anyway, it was good.

SZA: SZA was good and the choreography was solid. I don't know much SZA though, but it sounded nice enough.

Billie Eilish: (sharp inhale into the mic) why (sharp inhale into the mic) did (sharp inhale into the mic) billie (sharp inhale into the mic) eilish (sharp inhale into the mic) sing (sharp inhale into the mic) like (sharp inhale into the mic) this? Seriously sounded like she ran a 5k before singing. Also I didn't like the song.

Miley Cyrus: Miley did Flowers, a song I think is whatever, but her performance was fine enough. Except she kept making incredibly cringe adlibs. Like when she admonished the crowd "don't act like y'all don't know this song." That became a running gag for us. Not great but I laughed a lot.

Olivia Rodrigo: If you buy the Olivia Rodrigo/Taylor Swift feud rumors, you'd half to imagine that she was quietly seething all night. She performed Vampire, a song allegedly about Taylor Swift, right before Taylor won an award they were both nominated for and announced a new album. Olivia proceeded not to win anything. Anyhow, her performance was fine, but the song is not my thing. She didn't overunder sing it like Billie or do stupid crowd engagement like Miley at least.

U2: U2 did a new U2 song. I don't super care, but always good to see them still remaining defiantly in their own lane. But really this was less about the music and more a glorified ad for Las Vegas' Sphere. I think I would throw up if I saw a show in that thing. Maybe that's the point. Dead & Co have a residency in there and I'm wondering how that'll be. It seems like a venue built for artist with sick ass laser light shows. Not meandering psyched tinge bluegrass jams. I just don't get Vegas I guess. Last time I was there for a layover that took forever and some dude attempted to shoot his family in the parking lot of the airport. Bad vibes man. Oh I was talking about U2?

Stevie Wonder, Annie Lennox, Wendy & Lisa, Jon Batiste, Ann Nesby, Cory Henry, Jimmy Jam & Terry Lewis, and Fantasy: Woo! Yeah this was the immemorial segment, and really it was a series of consecutive performances. Notably, Stevie Wonder dueted with Tony Bennett's ghost. Annie Lennox did Nothing Compares 2 U and called for a ceasefire, and it climaxed in Fantasia's big Proud Mary romp. Also for some reason in the middle we got a 20 second clip of Jimmy Buffet. No other deceased performer got a standalone sound bite so it was weird. All in all it was pretty good, though ran sacharine as you can expect these in memorium segments to.

Joni Mitchell, Brandi Carlisle, others: Joni's still got it! She did Both Sides Now, backed by a band consisting of wiki tells me are accomplished musicians int heir own right.

Travis Scott & Playboi Carti: This SUCKED! First off, both these dudes music is entirely production driven. That's fine (I mean, more so for Scott since he actually does a lot of his own beats) but it absolutely does not translate to compelling live shows. Travis Scott is so fucking corny, he's out here in his fake muscles trying to hulk out, when he looks like a withered pillhead. Also I have no idea why you'd book a performer where every other line needs to be muted out of the livestream. Anyway, he can't rap for shit and this was god awful.

Burna Boy, 21 Savage, Brandy: This was great! I didn't know much Burna Boy but this was a fun performance and everyone was very good. Brandy is still great?

Billy Joel: It's no surprise Billy Joel can still perform. For all the to do about him not putting out new music for decades, it overlooks that he's still on the road constantly. But yeah, the new Billy Joel song sounds like an old Billy Joel song, so that's probably for the best. Then he did You Might Be Right, one of those consummately uncool songs that I enjoy anyway.

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universestreasures · 1 year

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So, I’ve decided for my own sake to change the way I categorize muse activity. Instead of primary, secondary, and tertiary, I have now divided it into Highly Active, Somewhat Active, Plotting Dependent, and Currently Not Active. This way, it gives you all the most clear insight into what muses I’m most into currently for writing and what the interest level for me is.

Each category is in no particular order btw as well. And I shall update this as things change, which I imagine they will be in flux!

Highly Active (Basically who I’ve been vibing with and will be active for interactions with or without plotting. The main players of the blog, to put it another way)

Yuzu Hiiragi (Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V)

Ruri Kurosaki (Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V)

Rin (Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V)

Serena (Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V)

Yuya Sakaki (Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V)

Reiji Akaba (Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc-V)

Mokuba Kaiba (Yu-Gi-Oh! Duel Monsters)

Tasuku Ryuenji (Future Card Buddyfight)

Aichi Sendou (Cardfight Vanguard @blasterexceed )

Misaki Tokura (Cardfight Vanguard ( @omniscienceregalia )

Asaka Narumi (Cardfight Vanguard ( @silveringmistress )

Yuri Usui (Cardfight Vanguard @enigmanbeauty )

Rekka Tatsunagi (Cardfight Vanguard @prophecycelestial )

Takuto Tatsunagi (Cardfight Vanguard @salvationlion )

Emi Sendou (Cardfight Vanguard ( @prisimpromise )

Mirei Minae (Cardfight Vanguard @sealedblaze )

Tomari Seto (Cardfight Vanguard @serephsnow )

Tokoha Anjou (Cardfight Vanguard @ranunculusflower )

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Capricorn Season Chapter Twenty-Two

Sorry for the little lapse in posting. I’ve been busy with school and life. I recently became a Muslim and I’ve been filling my time with learning about Islam and Arabic! But now I have a few chapters to post. Enjoy

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It was on the days they woke up together that Robert sang the best. When a day began with staring lovingly into the expanses of her blue eyes, he felt like God was on his side. With her he shined.

"Goodmorning," she said in a low voice. It was too early for loud moves or sudden words. Sun poured in through every open airplane window, ensuring to catch their tired eyes.

And her beauty was an understatement. She was a flowery treasure chest, more gold than you could ever imagine being found inside. He admired who he was when she was around.

"Goodmorning," he returned with a wispy smile, turning uncomfortably in his tiny seat.

- They were a mass of blonde curls under the blinding San Diego sun. They looked like twins-- two sides of the same coin. Perhaps their similarities were what drew them into one another.

They walked together with locked hands. They passed through throngs of people with the group, taking in the sights of the stuffy airport.

Gwen looked at the couple and tapped Jimmy on the shoulder to draw his attention. "Look at them, they're so smitten." He rolled his eyes at this, intent on getting through the airport.

"You should enjoy the sun! You won't get much of it when we return to England." Her words were a taunt. He didn't want to enjoy the sun, he wanted to go to bed.

He felt like a raisin in the sun. He was ground under the wheels of the Earth, becoming a cloud of pulpy dust by the oppressive heat. He was an English boy, pale and fragile to temperature changes.

"Yeah, Jimmy, enjoy the sun!" Bonzo mocked her, putting on a terrible valley girl accent.

"There isn't any sun to enjoy. We're inside," he grumbled. They were finally through airport check-in and were headed to their cars. Bonzo, Robert, and Lorelei would be in one, Jonesy, Gwen, and Jimmy in another. Gwen didn't want to be separated from her new best friend but was content to dote on Jimmy in the meantime.

"After you, Lord and Lady." Jonesy held the door open and put on a regal tone.

"Thank, my good sir." She smiled as she slid into the car.

When the door shut the black car lurched forward and began a 45-minute drive to the hotel. This was the reality of touring, not a glamorous display of royalty, but rather, a series of menial tasks and tiring travel. "How are you enjoying the sights, my love?" Robert asked.

"Oh, they're great! I love San Diego." They were gazing into one another's eyes, lost in the vast seascapes of correlating blue.

"We've only been here an hour. And most of that time was spent in the airport." Bonzo's voice was a harsh reality, an end to their gushy romance.

"We've been doing our own sightseeing." Robert was the ever-charming romantic, always saving an awkward moment. He was graceful and practiced in wooing women, knowing exactly what to say to make a girl swoon. This is exactly what Lorelei did. Her face flushed pink, and she smiled wide. "That's my favorite one." He leaned in to kiss her.

"Oh, Jesus fucking Christ," Bonzo groaned, "I'm not listening to this for 45 minutes. I'll jump out the fucking car into the street." The three were doing sightseeing of their own in the other car. They leaned down, peering out of the windows to catch a glimpse of the water below.

"San Diego is California's beach city. They also have the largest number of small farms in America." Jonesy read from a laminate brochure he found in the airport lobby. It was titled San Diego: The Sights You Will Sea." This corny joke caught his attention, and he pulled it off the shelf to save him from death via boredom.

"Still not as nice as San Francisco. That's my favorite place in this whole state," Gwen spoke. Memories of her childhood and adolescence flooded her mind. Scenes of '50s America were fresh and lovely, the world never looked so innocent and beautiful.

"Did you grow up there?" Jonesy asked.

"Oh, yeah, it was really nice. I've never been to San Diego, though." "So how can you know if San Francisco is better?" He asked.

"Because it's the best city in the world. Nothing could top it." She wore her title of Californian with pride.

"You've clearly never had a fresh croissant in Paris," Jimmy said with a coy smile on his face.

"Okay, maybe it's not the best city in the world, but definitely in America."

Jonesy frowned, "I hated San Fransico. Too many people."

"I agree," Jimmy chimed in, "too many homeless people."

Gwen rolled her eyes.

"I just love the sun here. It warms me and brings out the color in my eyes." Lorelei was smiling with a dreamy look in her eyes. Every inch of her was filled with bliss.

Their hands had found each other and rested together on the seat of the car. Bonzo refrained from groaning at the sight of their love. He was getting sick of everyone. The next tour would be without all the romance, he hoped.

"How is Jason, Bonz?" Robert changed the subject to keep the mood light.

"He's doing wonderfully! I'm already teaching him how to play. He has a little kit and everything. It really fills my heart with joy to see him banging away."

His voice was lighter than she'd had ever heard. His face was flushed with a glow of happiness, filled with total glee.

"You have a child?" She asked.

"Yeah, his name is Jason. He's four. He's the love of my life." "That's so sweet. You must've been young when you had him. You don't look old enough to have a child." "I had him when I was 18. It kills me to be away from him." He was still beaming at the thought of his family, despite the sadness that he felt. It wasn't easy for any of them to leave their families.

It was easier for Jimmy, who was more interested in furthering his career than settling down. Of course, it wasn't on purpose that any of them had children so young. But Jimmy was careful. He had a plan in life and knew having a child was not in that plan. Not for the time being, at least. "That warms my heart. Robert, do you have any children?" She asked. This conversation was now going sour, and he had to do something to change the subject. Reminiscing and thinking of family were something they all did, but not to the women they brought on tour.

"Yeah, Robert, do you have any children?" Bonzo was smiling at him. It may have seemed innocent on the surface, but Robert knew what his true intention was. It wasn't an extension of glee for his well-being, it was a challenge. He was an ape bearing his teeth, ready for the slaughter. Robert was a spiritual man, he believed in a plethora of God's. He never knew if he was in their good graces or not, not attending mass or any kind of church. He didn't even pray. But on this day, he knew somebody or something was looking out for him. Before the silence got too thick, filling with awkward hesitance, the car stopped abruptly. It slammed them against the seats, their heads banging into the vinyl. He'd never been so happy to have a headache. "Jesus, what was that?" Bonzo peered out the window.

"Must be traffic." Robert shrugged, turning back to Lorelei. She was worried, wearing an expression of deep concern. He came to her rescue and calmed her nerves. He was a knight, clad in heavy chainmail and brandished a shield. He stroked her cheek and her hair, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while Bonzo investigated. He got out of the car and could now see that the traffic was heavy, the highway at a dead stop. He went back to the door and looked into the window before getting in. Robert and Lorelei were attached at the mouth, engaging in a makeup session.

How disgusting, he thought.

With a groan, he flung open the other car door and pushed Jonesy over so he could scoot in. "Those two are playing tonsil tennis. I couldn't take it, so I'm crawling in with you." He said as he sat next to his friend. "Welcome to the party!" Gwen handed him a neatly wrapped joint that was already lit. Small streams of smoke billowed from the end and he blew a breath out the window.

"Perhaps being stuck in traffic was not the best place to do this," Jimmy remarked.

"Oh c'mon, don't be such a square. Have you taken a hit from this yet?" "No, he hasn't!" Gwen said.

"Here, take this." Bonzo held it up to his mouth. Jimmy retracted his head, throwing it back into the vinyl headrest of the seat.

"No, I don't want it." His lips were pursed, and he was shaking his head in an attempt to get the drummer off of him.

"I'm not stopping until you take a hit!" He cried. Jonesy and Gwen were laughing at the scene, watching Jimmy be tortured with the threat of a good time.

"You may not realize this because he's jovial now that you're around, but he's really a serious guy. There's not much funny business with him. If there's work to be done, he doesn't mess around." Jonesy leaned into her and spoke directly into the shell of her ear. The two men continued to fight.

It escalated into Jimmy screaming. "I don't want it!" It was the loudest Gwen had ever heard him be.

"Yes, you do!" Bonzo screamed back.

"No!" "Yes!"

Jimmy grabbed a fistful of Bonzo hair and pushed him back, causing the joint to fall onto the floor of the car. "Oh, shit!" Jonesy hurried to pick it up before it burned a hole in the carpet.

"What the fuck is going on back there?" Peter rolled the divider down to speak to the group. "Bonzo, what the hell are you doing in here?" When no one answered he barked again, asking what was going on. They all scrambled to answer, speaking at once. "Jesus Christ, stop your bloody yammering. I don't want to hear any more yelling!" He was gruff as usual.

"Or he'll turn this goddamn car around!" Gwen jested, causing them all to laugh. Even Peter was chortling, cutting the sound off with the rolling of the divider.

"Seriously, man, take a hit," Bonzo spoke once more when their laughing stopped.

"You are impossible," Jimmy rolled his eyes but took the joint from his fingers. It was a nub now, barely able to pass from one hand to the other.

"Let me get that before you put it out," Gwen spoke, awaiting the white gift. "Can you hold it for me? I don't want to burn my fingers." She spoke in a small voice.

"Of course." He smiled so sweetly it melted her heart, just as she did his. Jonesy thought it was sweet watching them like this. For some odd reason, seeing Jimmy in love was endearing. Perhaps his best features shone when in the presence of love, or she just brought out the best in him. He held the joint in place while she inhaled, his hand resting on the cleft in her chin. This was one of his favorite features of her face. He enjoyed pressing his lips to the fissure or placing the side of his index finger in the slit.

"Thank you, Princess Pagey." She spoke the vile words so sweetly. His face broke into a light blush of pink as he looked at his friends, mortified.

Bonzo's belly danced with a deep laugh. The corners of his mouth were turned up in a display of complete elation, his skin wrinkling and cracking. His laugh was thunderous and great. It bounced off the walls of the car.

"Princess Pagey! Oh, man, that's a good one!" Bonzo wiped a genuine tear from the corner of his eye.

"Does anyone want this before I put it out?" She asked, holding the roach up.

"Yeah, let me get another one." She passed it to Jonesy who took one last large puff and then handed it to Bonzo. He took a hit and then tossed it out the window.

"That's littering, Mr. Bonham," John spoke in an exaggerated posh accent, sounding almost like Jimmy.

"Oh, my mistake, Mr. Jones. I wouldn't want to desecrate this beautiful city."

"It's the city of beaches, I'll have you know." He continued with the accent.

"It's about to be the city of roaches if we keep this up!" Bonzo's voice raised in volume once more, filling the car with his laughter. He was a loud man, meant to be seen and heard. Aside from the obvious, his almost violent drumming, he was a screamer. He chose to speak loudly with a passion, whether or not he was angry. The falling out between Bonzo and Gwen had been slightly resolved. They resigned to being friendly once more. It was understood that they had different ideologies and should keep them out of the conversation. With three weeks left of the tour, there was no point in pissing your pants over something so meaningless, that being a disagreement or hurt feelings. There wasn't room for either of those things on tour. It was music and fun, and if neither of those was happening, you were asleep. "I've got to get back to my car. I don't want the love birds to get lonely." In an instant he was gone, leaving the three once again. When he reached the car Lorelei and Robert were no longer kissing. He thanked the heavens and got in.

"The traitor returns." "I had to leave. You guys were eating each other. I wasn't going to subject myself to that. It's a pain worse than death!" They didn't laugh at his joke.

"Traffic is letting up. Fasten your belts." Richard spoke above their chattering.

The rest of the ride was smooth. Traffic was lighter, thankfully. Peter could feel the steam coming from his ears as his foot danced on the gas pedal. As he drove, he went over the list of things he needed to do. Book flights for the next three shows, return the rented car before the flight in two days and call Atlantic. He wandered around his responsibilities for the remainder of the ride.

They'd finally arrived. The hotel was an oasis.

"Oh, God, my back hurts!" Bonzo was out of the car and yelling already. Robert and Lorelei were close behind, hands interlocked. Jimmy and Gwen were less showy in their relationship, content to walk next to each other.

"Mine too. I'm glad I can lay down for a little bit before the show." Said Jimmy.

"I can rub it for you if you'd like." They were speaking low as they walked into the hotel. This was a small display of love that only the two could witness. Their entourage trailed behind them, meandering on the pavement.

When they were finally safe in their hotel room they settled into the fresh sheets. "It's not even my own bed, but I don't care. I am just happy to be out of that car and not in a plane."

He agreed with her and then turned to face her. His eyes fell on her and trailed along the gentle curve of her spine. He placed his hands on her delicate skin and rubbed small circles. She was so beautiful, much more so than she ever imagined, he thought. She had entranced him from the moment he gained knowledge of her. That feeling hadn't left him, not for a second since he'd known her.

She looked at him now, turning to see the familiar expression on his face. He was deep in thought. His brows pressed together, creating a crease like the gutter of a book. He was vast and complex as words on a page, much like the wrinkle in his brow. She wondered what he was thinking. He was a mystery, one begging to be solved. She wanted to wiggle her way into his brain and absorb all the knowledge, be a part of the inner workings of his mind. She didn't have to speculate for much longer. He spoke once more.

"You know, it's funny, I feel like the more I get to know you, the less I learn." His soft voice was large in the hotel room, filling the space with his warm lilt. She was silent, pleading with her eyes for him to continue. "I'm opening myself up to you, trying my best to take my shoes off and open my doors. I don't feel that from you."

"I know, I'm sorry. I'm so scared to let my walls down, scared to let you in fully. I've been burned, and I don't want that again. So I try to lock myself up, but you always wriggle your way back in. It's like I can't help but let myself soften when I'm with you."

"So start telling me things."

"Like what? What do you want to know about me?" She almost wanted to giggle. They'd known each other for what felt like forever at this point. But he was right, he didn't know much about her. She kept it all under lock and key. It was inaccessible to even herself at times.

"Everything. I want you to tell me everything."

"Well, that's a pretty broad topic."

"Getting you to talk is like pulling bloody teeth," He broke his concentration with an airy laugh, "Start with your love life. That's not hard, right?"

"I'm afraid."

He groaned. "Why? What could you have to be afraid of?"

"I'm afraid you'll judge me. I don't have the most normal past."

"What could I possibly judge you about?"

"Okay, I'm just gonna be honest," she sighed hesitantly, "I've dated women in the past."

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that. As a matter of fact, I've been with men before. So I guess that's something we're both being honest about."

"You're bisexual?"

"I guess you could say that." They sat together for a moment, their faces burning. It wasn't common to meet someone who was so open about it. But they found solace in each other's omission. Jimmy broke their silence, his voice now slightly shaken, "You're avoiding the question. Tell me about your love life. What's your past like?"

"I've told you about Dominic."

"No, you've mentioned him, and then I was verbally accosted by him in the most polite of manners. I haven't a clue what happened."

After a hefty sigh, she gave in. In a painful recalling, she told the story of a tumultuous young couple. Two people who weren't meant for each other falling as if they were fated, lovers. Tears brimmed in her eyes, scalding her ducts as they threatened to take presence. The dull aching in her chest began to drum, mimicking the pattern she thought she had quieted years ago. But it was still present as if it had never stopped. The galloping beat of torment ravaged her, sending a wave of agony down her spine.

Her mind wandered over the last moments she shared with Dom. "Okay, I guess I should start from the beginning. We had been dating for almost two years and things had started to fall apart. He didn't seem to care anymore. I don't know if he was firm in the idea that he had me or if he didn't want to be with me. But I was still in it. I wanted him more than anything, I was doing everything I could think of to make him love me and stay with me. But it didn't seem to be working, and I could feel it. I didn't want to admit it, but it was true. I had an art gallery coming up. It was the first time my work was going to be shown in a real gallery and I was so excited. It was part of a larger exhibit, but I had a few pieces being shown. He was going on a trip with his friends to explore Africa. He was really into Pan-Africanism and wanted to see all of the countries that had recently won their independence. I was supportive, I understood why he wanted to go. I even wished I could go, but I would've never asked. It was a month-long trip where he and four other friends went to Niger, Chad, Cameroon, and Egypt. He was going to get back the day before my event but promised he would go. The night of the show began, and I was so excited. I wore a pretty dress, did my hair and makeup, and bought some nice new shoes. And he didn't show up. I spent the entire gallery waiting for him and by the time it was over I realized he wasn't coming."

"Oh, hey, Gwen." Dominic lay in bed, a blanket pulled up to meet his chin.

"Um, hey. Did you forget something?" Anger painted her features.

"What?" He asked.

"You are unbelievable!" She cracked, anger spilling out all over the room like gushing water from splintered vases. She was yelling, something she didn't do often. "You missed my gallery!"

He was unphased, a dazed look on his dark features. "You don't have anything to say for yourself?" She asked.

"I was jetlagged. I totally forgot about your gallery, sorry."

"Are you really sorry or are you just saying that? Because you don't seem sorry at all." "I mean, I am, but there's nothing I can do about it now." "You could've just been there! I don't know why it's so hard for you to care. I care so much about everything you have going on. Even your stupid trip!" "My trip wasn't stupid. It was the most important four weeks of my life!" "I don't care! Oh my God, I don't care. Can you just shut up about yourself for five seconds?" "If that's how you're going to be, then you need to leave." "Fine. But if you let me leave then I'm done. I'm not coming back." "You're gonna end a two-year relationship over an art gallery?" "It's not just about the gallery. It's about everything. It's about the fact that you're not even here. Even when you're with me I don't have you. You know I was knocking for twenty minutes? I had to get someone else to let me in the building. You're just in your own little world that I'm not a part of. It's like I have to beg you to love me, to even see me." She was exploding now, a mess of tears and anger falling from her eyes and draining down her alabaster face.

"That's not true. We just went out last week." He rebutted. Fireworks of impossible anger erupted behind her eyes.

"That was a going-away party for one of your friends, that wasn't a date! I was only there so you didn't go alone. I am your convenience, your routine, I'm not your girlfriend." "If that's you feel, then you should leave."

A new low had begun, a possibility she hadn't thought of. He would want to end things. He didn't want to put the work in to even accept responsibility. It was a dead end.

"You're not even going to fight for this? You're just going to throw in the towel?" He shrugged, looking into her wild eyes. They were glistening with the threat of tears, scalding, and fat. "Fine."

Her heels thudded against the floor and stomped out of his apartment. The door slammed shut with a heavy thud. When she was alone the tears escaped. They pushed onto her cheeks, streaming down her soft skin. It was a scene of youthful pain, the first cut. A panicked breath caught in her throat, a weight on her chest. She was hyperventilating now, the memories of abandonment flooding her mind. Now she was alone, shut out in front of his sealed door. Just like that, it was all over. There was no constellation prize or closing statement, just pain. What stung the most was that she didn't have items to collect from his apartment. There was no trace of her in his life. But he coated every inch of her small apartment. The paint from his palette was the tint that covered her eyes, rose-colored glasses of his love. She saw everything with his hues, a strip of his preferred shade in every wall of her brain.

Jimmy looked at her, seeing the pain echoing on her face. It was still haunting her. The ghosts of her past lived inside the cavernous heart that occupied her chest. "I'm sorry, love, that sounds awful. I understand why seeing him again made you so upset. He sounds like a wanker."

His slang made her giggle, a strained laugh filled with a bittersweet pain. "It's no matter now. It's all over, been many years. I suppose I'm a fool for even stressing over it." She dismissed her feelings, pushing tears off the sides of her face.

"No, no, you're not. Your first love isn't something that ever goes away. The pain stays forever, in some capacity." His hand rested atop hers, playing with the flesh that coated her frame.

"You know what the worst part of all of this was?" "What?" "I bought him that stupid ticket for his trip." This made him laugh and she joined in, a sorrowful sound of wheezing. He looked at her again, seeing the pain melting slightly. It was like glittering snow, shrinking under the loving touch of the sun. "At least I have you now. Someone who I feel really cares for me. Even if it took a while for that to happen." "Nonsense. I've always cared for you." "No, the trusting." She said. "You didn't trust me?" "Not totally, not for months." When his face stood still, twisted in pain, she elaborated. "You must understand, you are a Rockstar who asked me out and basically moved me in on the first date. I thought for the first few months that this was a fleeting fling." She spoke nervously, playing with the ring enveloping his index finger.

"I guess I can understand that. I was afraid for a long time to really speak to you about how I felt. I thought you wouldn't reciprocate. I was afraid of losing you. But I see now that it was in vain. We are deeply entranced with one another; I can see it in your eyes. You feel the same way I do, and we share a deep connection." He danced around the words he truly wanted to speak. He was lying, telling a half-truth.

He was still afraid, honestly, too scared to jump off the ledge. When he'd brought up his feelings of love in the past, it wasn't always met with enthusiasm. He'd also used promises of his love to get what he wanted, something he was trying to avoid now.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm not scared to be honest with you anymore. I see that you welcome it with open arms, you embrace me, no matter what I have to say."

Love made liars of everyone, specifically the two lying together now. She was terrified of him, clinging desperately to the walls that separated her heart from his harsh mouth. He could say the words that would tear her down at any point, could wave her off and tell her it meant nothing in a matter of seconds. It is a heavy hand that can wipe away the hard-wrought foundation away in seconds. She was blind to his delicate and light fingers, the way the lithe mechanisms worked away at her heartstrings in the gentlest of manners. He wasn't the man to crush her, he wouldn't dream of it. They were two lovers speaking endlessly of their feelings, one scared to be brazen, and one too blind to see the capacity at which the other would go to avoid true intimacy.

Now they lay down for bed. The sun had set, and the moon was showing, paintings murals on the walls of the hotel room. The scene that lies in their room was an image of love. The couple lay in bed, creating an air of trust as they talked. Their usual topic of conversation was thrown, and she delved into her feelings.

"I still don't really know what I want to do. Each day is an exploration of a dark path for me. But one thing I know for certain is that I was supposed to meet you. We were fated. That day I wasn't even supposed to be there. Allison was going to be your photographer, but she called in sick. And the moment I met you I saw everything. I saw our future, our love. I'm so happy every day that I have you." Her words were low in the dim of the night, being absorbed by his skin due to their proximity. Their lips twisted into matching smiles, mirroring their contentedness for one another. It was there, in a hotel room in San Diego, that something changed. Their hearts had opened, totally vulnerable with clear skin that exposed the delicate and vital workings of their minds. They talked in length about childhood, aspirations, traumas, and other life-altering occurrences. The two reached a new understanding, delving deep into their psychologies and producing a profound and unknown intimacy. "I feel like this is what I've been waiting for. I've spent my whole life in bated breath, searching for something. I hadn't known quite what it was until I found you. You are a key that's opened all my doors, pushed all my windows open. You're a smoke in my lungs, one that is wholly cleansing and alluring." He spoke words of affirmation now, toying with the ends of her hair. His eyes glistened with intense lust, one not intended for matters of the flesh. His fixation was on her figure, the gentle curve of her waist connecting with her hip, a smooth and righteous sight. This did not mean he was longing to consume her body. The desperate flicker in his eyes, set on her skin, was an effect of his need for closeness. He wanted to feel her skin under the calloused pads of his fingertips, to be enraptured in the scent of her. An orgasm was the least of his concerns at this moment. He was content to touch her. She too wanted desperately to hold him. A spell of love was put over them, causing her to pull him in close. He was first facing her, lips dangerously close, but she encouraged him to turn over. Finally, he pressed himself against her, their bodies in perfect contour as they molded together. The expanse of his spine dug into her commodious chest as he took note of the feeling of her. The swell of her chest was soft and fleshy like sweet, summer fruit. His longing to touch her vanished when he felt her deft fingertips in his hair, massaging his scalp. His eyes rolled in his head at her calming touch. He was almost asleep in an instant. As she explored every inch of his crown his frame grew smaller in her arms. He was shrinking under her touch, morphing into the child he described. She imagined him sitting at the breakfast table, munching away at toast and guzzling tea, just as he had delineated earlier. A maternal instinct grew in her. She was now watching over the man she lied with, protecting him from the fallacies that plagued his mind, ones that had been developed over a lifetime of undue criticism. Her mind raced over the picture he had painted of a demure boy, latched to his mother's side, one who closed his eyes and shook his head at any chaos or change. He told her of his propensity to hide. He found a spot everywhere he went to tuck himself into, shielding his sensitive heart and prying eyes. She imagined now that she was holding that boy, bringing him impossibly close to the beating spot in her chest. His eyes were still shut, having fluttered closed the moment he felt the heat of her body against him. A gentle hum built in the back of his throat when her hands found his neck, massaging away at the tense muscles. He was melting completely under her touch. His lips cracked open, a sigh escaping. This caused a laugh to ripple from her, disrupting her attack on his worries. He could feel them burning off now, steaming as they flew from him. When her tired hands stilled, he turned over, gaze resting on her reposeful face. Her eyes were still ragged and red, stained with tears. The beauty that danced on her features was not understated, still present even in the stale sadness. Traces of the tantrum existed but threatened her splendor not. A quiet production began, a duet that neither rehearsed. He reversed their roles, now cradling her tired frame in his arms. His hands explored her body, drawing patterns over the fabric of her clothing. It was soft, a gentle plea for closeness. Tears pricked in her eyes, foreboding and terrifying her as they threatened to release. A sniffle built in her, echoing through the quiet room. This caught his attention, causing him to pull her impossibly close. He petted her hair and kissed each inch of her that he could reach. The tears scalded her face, cascading in a stream of sadistic madness. His thumbs wiped these tears, washing her pain and drinking as it drained from her pores. She felt peaceful in his grasp. He held a paternal grip on her, slowing rocking as she wept. His patience was fatherly, soft, and affirming in the way only belonging to a man totally in love. In this protective hold, relaxation befell her, rest finally finding her. His hands tangled in her hair, even long after she fell into a sleep. He stayed up for half the night, leaning over her and listening to the steady composition of her breathing. A feeling fell over him, shaking him. Never before had he felt so completely at home in a person, naked and eased under her gaze. He was drowning in love, lungs wetted by her treacly tongue.

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