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bubblegumbi0tch · 3 years

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The Vacation

Warrings: Creampie and public sex

"Ladies and gentlemen, please clip on your seat belts and get ready for the time of your lives. The safety precautions are as follows on the screen. Thank you for flying with Peach Aviation, where every journey is exciting. The flight attendant's voice echoed throughout the airplane. After clipping on your seat belt for the landing to Brazil where Oikawa was taking you, you turned towards him. "You seriously want me to believe that this was spontaneous and not a planned vacation." Yup!" He stated, popping the p. "You seem thrilled today." You reported. "Obviously, you have put up with me for four years, and you are still here. "He smiled softly up at you. "Plus... There's the fact that I am about to get some." "Who said that? What makes you sure you are going to get some?" You unclipped the belt and got up, taking hold of your handbag next to you.

"What?! Seriously Y/N…princess?" He followed you out of the plane. What you saw in the open-air took your breath away. All around you, there are lush green mountains, sounds of seagulls, and the waves crashing entered your ears. The beautiful architecture is all around you. You turned around to face Oikawa, only to bump into his chest. His muscular arms wrapped around you stable. "Took your breath away, didn't it?" He questioned. "Happened to me too, just like the very first time I saw you, in that little black dress and heels during one of my first games, I knew I had to have you." He smiled down at you. It's beautiful, Tooru. I don't have words to explain, but it really is." You stated. "I know. When I talked to Hinata about a good place to take you, he recommended a nice beach. We visit him before we go. He stated. "Happy Anniversary, princess. "He whispered you. "Tooru, I don't know what to say. You really didn't have to do this." "You could express your gratitude by giving me a Thank-you kiss for one! "He smirked. You kissed him with all the emotions inside you. At that moment, it was just you two, two lovers kissing without any care, as their lips tangoed perfectly together.

"You want to spend all your weekend here at the airport or actually go down to the hotel?" He pulled away. "It's a five-minute walk from here." "Let's go!" You exclaimed excitedly and then dragged him down the out of the airport you're rolling luggage in hand and to the pathway, half cemented and half not. You marveled at the beauty of the scenery. It was stunning. The birds chirped, and the wind blew perfectly. He clasped his hand into yours. According to Oikawa, you were the prettiest girl he's ever seen. As the two of you walk both near the hotel's main doors, Oikawa checks in, and the bellhop gets your bags. As you open the door to your room, Oikawa suddenly stopped and turned to you, only to pick you up by the knees and the shoulder, bridal style.

You squealed in surprise. "What in the heavens are you doing, Tooru?" You threw your head back in laughter. Carrying you inside our room, what else?" And then he spun around, with you in his arms.

"Tooru !" You squealed again.

"Keep practicing princess, you are going to need it tonight." This caused your checks to heat up.

As Oikawa walked in further inside the room, your eyes slipped onto the glass wall on the opposite side, which gave you a perfect view of the ocean.

"You know only married couples do this?" You questioned as you walked over to the wall.

You heard him shuffling but paid no heed; you were far more invested in the view. "I know, but you have to admit you like it. Imagine being Mrs. Oikawa … Oikawa (y/n) has a nice ring to it, don't you think" he smiles. You nod at him. "Now, love, why don't we head over to the beach? We can watch the sunset together. As the both of you get changes, Oikawa's jaw drops the second you walk out of the bathroom wearing a bathing suit that hugs you in all the right places. Accentuating the best parts of your body. "Wow (y/n), you look amazing." You see his eyes sparkle a light blush cover his cheeks. You smile at him as he holds your hand, leading you down to the beach.

As you walk down to the beach, you hear the gentle washing of the waves sings a lullaby to your ears. You have always loved the sound of the ocean, so serene yet holding so much power. 'Thank you again for bringing me here, love.' You tell Oikawa as he sets up a towel. "Anything for you princess you how much I like to spoil you." The two of you are sat on a towel by the beach, watching the sun paint its oranges and yellows in the sky. You were distracted by the sky that you didn't see Oikawa get up on one knee; he holds your face in his palm, gently Turing you to him. "Y/N L/N, my girlfriend, my love, and my heart. I know I am not the most deserving man on this planet. I have made my fair share of mistakes. But you have changed that. You have been a source of light in one of the darkest periods of my life, so today, I am asking you will you let me be your light? Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?" By the time his speech ended, tears were streaming down your face.

"Yes! Yes! Thousand times, yes." You nodded.

Oikawa got up from his position, grabbing your hand and slipping on the diamond on your finger.

"You have made me the happiest man alive on this planet, Y/N." He stated. "I love you, Mrs. Oikawa."

"And I love you, Mr. Oikawa." He pulled you into a deep passionate kiss, your saliva mixing. When you pull apart, a string connects the two of you. You look around and notice that you two are the only ones left on the beach. That "Let's go swimming princess" he starts running towards the water. You feel your feet sinking into the soft sand. You pad after him towards the calm, beckoning water. Oikawa smirks at you. You screech into the quiet beach when he all of a sudden picks you up and carries you bridal-style into the sea. Bringing you further into the sea and complaining about the cold water. A droplet of water is trickling along the edge of his jaw; your focus is transfixed at its smooth descent to his chin. Your bodies are bobbing with the calm waves, up, down, up, down.

Then your eyes lock, you feel a heat building up inside you. Oikawa looks at you and sears a mark in you, and it's burning like the flames of hell all the way down to your core. With the side of his finger, he doesn't need to so much as touch you to tip your head up his way because that's how willing you are. One tilt, that's all it takes to kiss him right now. His fingers are sinking into your tender waist, and immediately you need to feel inside you. "I love you, princess" He slides his cheek against yours and traces the bridge of your nose with the tip of his. He dips his face in closer to your lips, nearing one another. You taste the sea on his lips, salt, and cold. It feels like diving into the ocean, plunging into the deep blue, and simply allowing your body to be swept away. His kiss is greedy, hungry, willing you to submit to him and follow his lead.

Legs wrapping around his torso in the water, his hands caress up your thighs to your ass, digging into your plump flesh with an ardor that releases damp arousal from your slit. Your own fingers grope down his chest and toy with his hair, scratching and tugging. When he nibbles on your bottom lip, and you know that you're done for. You melt like putty in his control, meeting his tongue with soft obedience you don't usually exert. Tooru .' You gasp into his mouth. 'I told you that you were gonna be screaming my name tonight, (y/n).' he says before diving back into you. Those words send the possessive animal in your mind wild with satisfaction.

Because yes, he's all yours tonight. When you feel his stiff length poke underneath you, your cunt is set ablaze with desire. Desire to sink down onto him this instant and have him pound into you amidst the ocean until you both feel faint. The desire for him to break you in half with all his might, make your eyes water with from the pleasure he stabs into you. He holds you as the both of you walk to shore together. Lips never leaving one another's. His mouth travels down to your breasts, and he doesn't hesitate to devour them from your bathing suit, suckling angry red/ purple marks down your cleavage and around your nipples. Though clothed, the prominence of his big cock burrows between your wide-open entrance, rubbing against your bikini-clad clit and making you thrust your hips further into him.

Enjoying the euphoria from his touch, you don't realize you're on land until he gently falls onto his knees and carefully places you on the towels below him. You pull him by the neck onto you. As he kisses a torching trail down your wet body, your mind is somewhere else in heaven that worships your fiancé Oikawa. His large hands kneading your exposed breasts, the wisp of his breath tingles down your stomach, tying a knot in your core. His teeth, he obscenely tugs lose the string that ties your bikini bottom together. The fabric falls loose lifelessly, revealing your soaking cunt, shimmering with want for him.

‘So wet (y/n) .’ He muses as he kisses your pelvis, finger stroking up your slick to gather the liquid of your arousal. Then he prods his finger into your mouth, your tongue compliantly lapping up your own taste, salty from the sea. 'Who made you this wet, mmm?'

'You.' You're practically pleading as he sucks viciously at your inner thigh, so close to your weeping pussy. I want you to scream my name by the time we're done." When he first links his lips to your clit, your hips buckle upwards, and fingers fly to entangle his chestnut hair. Sucking harshly on your sensitive bud, all you're capable of is squirming and writhing underneath him. The sensation of his mouth sucking on your succulence sends a shot of ecstasy down your quaking legs. Your head feels dizzy.

'"Fuck!' You whine. "You like that, princess ?' When he looks up at you, a wet smirk on his lips breathing hot air into your cunt, a coil winds in your stomach. T-Tooru.' Your grip on his hair tightens.

Then he's gorging you like a feast, tongue fluttering on your swollen bundle of nerves, your kryptonite, teeth scraping along your folds seductively. After several licks of your entrance, he pushes two digits into your gummy cunt. The ease in, lubricated by your moist walls that welcome the pressure of his intrusion into you like the open sea. He draws wide circles inside you, and it feels like your innards are being stirred to perfection by a metal rod. In the meantime, his assault on your clit doesn't falter, rhythmically hitting his tongue against you. Allowing the vibrations of his humming to penetrate your core. Looking down, this is simply the most beautiful sight you've ever witnessed. Oikawa's brown eyes glimpsing up at you hungrily, face buried nose-deep in your pussy. Hands gripping under your thighs that are rested on his shoulders, the beautiful scenery of the sunset, its glow onto you, and the ocean in the background play a symphony to your moans and his filthy slurps.

Suddenly, an explosion of pleasure arrives at your clit. 'Oh, fuck yes!' You screech, throat raw from the pure elation that washes over you. The throbbing in your cunt releases at his continuous friction, pulsating so wildly you think you will burst. His fingers pump out your high as he sucks one last time, long and hard, on your beating clit. 'Ah… Oh my god… Tooru…' he emerges from between your legs to breathe. You watch as your fluid dribble down his chin lewdly, your thumb swipes to catch the wetness.

'How was that?' Untangling his arms from your legs, he walks up on his elbows to meet your lips in a tender kiss.

'Wow.' You utter against his mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head for dramatic effect. 'Let's continue back in our room.' Quickly you do up your bikini, impatient for more.

Without needing another word, Oikawa sweeps you into his arms, gathers all your belongings, and hastily carries you back to your hotel located just a minute away from the beach. Although, it takes much longer than a minute for you to arrive, seeing as multiple detours are made along the way, fondling behind a tree, kissing in the elevator, and missing your floor.

And when you're finally in the confines of your shared room, he pins you to the closed door, not even bothering to switch on the lights, lips latched onto your magnetizing neck. Your wrists trapped in his grip against the hardwood, you ache to touch him as his teeth find your earlobe. Nipping at your soft round flesh, a pleasant shock is sent down your spine at the twinge of pain. 'Tooru…' You sigh. He pulls away to stare into your beseeching eyes. 'What do you want me to do to you, princess?' His voice is a low grumble of dominance, digging its talons into your brain.

'I want… I want you to fuck me until I cry.' In the dark of the room, your attention flickers to the sunset terrace outside. 'Right on that balcony over there.'

Something in his eyes ignites at your suggestion. Filled with lust, he brings you through the glass door that opens to the fresh setting night. 'You want me to fuck you right here, princess? For everyone to see?' Danger lurking one kiss away, you sense the precarious position his mind is at. So you reach down and grab his hard cock over his shorts and tip his mind to a carnal desire.

'P-please, Tooru.' The name is the last straw for him. His breath hitches as you tug down his pants and allow his enormous cock to spring free. Spinning you around roughly, he bends you over onto the rail of the balcony and strips off your swimsuit in one deft gesture. From here, you have an unobstructed view of the coast, lined by bustling bars and closing restaurants. The neighboring terraces are a meters away; if anyone walks out now, they would horrifically witness Oikawa about to pound into you from behind. Your heart is beating in the excitement of the risk as well as the anticipation of his cock. Not being able to see him, he can thrust into you any moment now; he must be reveling in such control he holds. Then you feel it, his large thick round tip pressing against your entrance curiously. Your legs shake expectantly while fresh arousal leaks out of you, mixing with his precum he's plowing into you. 'Begone more time for me (y/n). Please, Tooru.' Allowing the words to drag out on your tongue, you twist your neck to look at him with large pleading eyes. He looks like a king, towering over you with this much assertion, relishing in the power he holds above you in this very moment.

Hands holding your hips in place, he slams his thick member into your gaping tight pussy in one forceful plunge. You can't help but cry out at the sheer stretch of your walls he's spanning. fuck, he's so big he makes it feels like your first time together all over again. All you think at first is an incredible cinching of your core, the ache of him impaling his rigid shaft through the resisting pressure of your tight pussy. He's fucking massive. He seems to know it as well because he gives you a second to adjust to his size, palm scaling smoothly up the hill of your back to gather your hair in his hand. Then he is pummelling into you, hips slapping against your bottom, ringing such vulgar sounds in your ears. His cock, hard as if carved from marble, piercing through the pain and molding a thing of sweet, sweet pleasure inside you. You grip the rail so tight its edge gouges marks into your skin, your head hung low between your tense arms.

'Fu-uckk princess, you ohhh feel so good around me," he groans. At this angle, his cock is curving up the wrong way into you, jabbing in places that make you go crazy. A part of your soul is no longer with you, propelled elsewhere by his ceaseless merciless attack on your pussy. You feel a sting on your butt. He spanks a searing hot mark into your ass cheek. The sharp pain is refreshing alongside the dull ache behind the euphoric throb he is penetrating into you. "Princess, I love hearing your whimpers their so cute" Another slap echoes in your ears, and you welcome it by curving your back more to tip your tush higher for him.

'Tooru, you fuck me so good.' you egg him on further, stroking his ego as your tight squishy walls are clenching his dick. Pounding into you with such vigor and violence that your folds are beginning to sting.

Moans that fall from his lips tingle at your clit, which you start to play with to add to your stimulation. Another smack on your ass, this time so surprising that you scream out. 'Yes, be loud for me. Let everyone hear how good I make you feel.' He coaxes. Oikawa begins to slow, which you know is a sign that he's close but doesn't cum yet. He bends over you, your hair still tied around his wrist, and nips at the shell of your ear. You've never known your ear to be such a sensitive area, for when his tongue flickers at your inner shell, a shudder convulses through you. Leaving slobbery kisses down the curve of your shoulder.

You wanna Finish on the bed, princess ?' You nod, and Oikawa embraces you from behind; his strong arm comes under your cold lonely breasts that perk up at his attention, his wet cock sitting between your red ass cheeks. The hum of his deep rasp on your neck sends your head lolling back onto his sweat-covered chest. His lips seal yours as he walks you back into the room, leaving the glass door open for the night breeze to grace you. Amidst the rough sex, you treasure such a soft, delicate moment on your tongue, delighting in the way the tips of his fingers trace up your side. When his hand slithers up to your face, you melt into the warm flesh of his palm, mouth opening up for him to unfurl into.

Then the back of your knees hit the bed, and you know it's about to begin again. Without breaking the union of your lips, you clamber onto the sheets with his frame hovering over you. Grappling on his neck, you drag Oikawa on top of you as your head sinks down onto the plush of the pillow.

He sucks on your plump bottom lip one last time before pulling away. Fluid still profusely oozing out of the slit of his tip, he perches between your legs. 'How do you want it, my future wife?' His tone is endearing, yet eyes his eyes are hungry.

Impatient for him to fill you to the brim again, you lift both your legs up for him to grab and place onto his shoulders. 'Like this please, husband.' That's all you have to say for him to grunt okay and push deep into you, knees digging into the mattress. In this position, his cock reaches your cervix without hindrance, his swollen head slamming into your end every thrust he gives. It's a different type of ache this time, more targeted at the one sensitive spot inside you. As he continues, you thrust into you, balls swinging at your ass, a build-up of sensitivity gathers at your core.

You feel it approaching, that imminent contortion of your cunt, looming over you, on the brink of toppling your senses.

'Keep going.' You whimper the filthy feeling of his prick hammering so fast into you enough to bring tears to your eyes. You try to keep them open, watch his tongue poke out in concentration as he watches your body quiver under his. But the intensity of his fucking is truly too overwhelming that a single droplet leaks out and flows down your temple. 'I'm so close.' Oikawa moans, pecking the bone of your ankle. Something ruptures within him; with an even more arduous determination, he drives into your walls like a crazed beast. The sole purpose now is to reach the climax awaiting him; he spreads your legs open wide before him and rabidly plunges his twitching cock.

And for the second and third time this night, your orgasm hits you, one immediately followed by the other. 'Tooru, I'm-' You're a crying thrashing mess beneath him, drool dribbling out of your mouth and teary eyes, the ecstatic pleasure obliterating your mind into ruins as your cunt erupts. The string of profanities that leave you sound incoherent to your own hearing.

You won't be able to walk straight tomorrow; you're sure of it.

Oikawa watches you break on his cock, walls tightening impossibly around him. "(Y/n) I'm gonna cum. Can I cum inside you?" His thrusts start to get sloppy than what they were from the beginning. He starts to pound into and with one final thrust, he shoots his cum in spurts deep inside you. He pulls himself out a string of cum attached to his tip. He sees you haven't moved in your original position, still dazed out from what just happened. He spreads your puffy lips apart. He sees his cum seeping out of you and onto the bed. Oikawa leans down and touches your cheek; you snap out of your trance. "amazing, Tooru." You were too tired to finish your sentence. Oikawa smiles "you were fantastic; I'm so lucky to have you as my future wife." He kissed your temple and carried you off to the bath.

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thisbluewind · 4 years

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Madoka: *outside Sayaka’s window* SAYAKA, WE HAVE TO GO! COME OUT!

Sayaka: I’M BI

Madoka: NOT WHAT I MEANT, BUT I STILL SUPPORT YOU

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Madoka: Ugh, I didn’t get any sleep last night.

Mami: When you can’t sleep, it means someone is thinking about you.

Madoka: Who would be thinking about me at 3 AM?

Homura: [silent panic]

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Nagisa: 911. What is your emergency?

Nagisa: What do you mean you're being murdered? That's illegal. People can't do that

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Madoka: OK Homura, don’t freak out, but we’ve come across a minor setback.

Homura, already resetting the timeline: Unfortunate.

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Madoka: Do I even have a choice?

Kyubey: Of course you do! You either make a contract with me, or the planet gets exploded.

Madoka: That's not a choice. That's an ultimatum!

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Kyubey: You’re a utilitarian? Name three people you’ve sacrificed for the greater good.

Homura: Easy: Sayaka, Mami, and Kyoko.

Kyubey: Madoka does not count as the greater good.

Homura: Then we are at an impasse.

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Madoka: *eating a cinnamon roll*

Kyoko: Cannibalism.

Madoka: *innocent, confused chewing noises*

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Homura: Would you please not Sayaka this into a situation worse than it already is?

Sayaka: Hang on, did you just use my name as a verb?

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Madoka: Guys, my test came back, I’m dying…

*Homura gets up*

Madoka: Where are you going?

Homura: I'm going to find death and beat it to submission. Don’t worry.

Sayaka: That’s literally impossible.

Madoka: Just... just let her. Everyone deals with grief their own way.

*five days later, a picture of Homura holding a skeleton in a cloak by the neck with the headline “Local Girl Bests Death in Hand-To-Hand Combat” is in a newspaper being held by Madoka*

Madoka: Holy sh-

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Kyoko: I ain’t talking

Mami, sharpening a knife: I have ways to make people talk

*cuts a piece of cake*

Kyoko: Can I have some?

Mami: Cake is for talkers

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Teacher: This assignment is easy, just write about your happiest childhood memory.

Homura: Excuse me my what now

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Lv 1 Madoka: *dies to Walpugrisnight*

Homura: *resets the timeline 100 times in an attempt to save Madoka*

Lv 100 Madoka: *One-shots Walpurgisnight then turns into a Witch*

Kyubey: That’s how Magia works.

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Evil Magical Girl: Your territory is mine!

Mami That’s where you’re wrong, evildoer! We’ll beat you with the powers of:

Madoka: LOVE!

Sayaka: JUSTICE!

Kyoko: HARMONY!

Homura: Incredible violence.

Mami: AND FRIENDSHIP!

Evil MG: (sweating) Ah, I, uh, I see you got a new member. P-prepare for b-battle.

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Madoka: Kyubey, can you pass the sugar?

Kyubey: What's the magic word, Madoka?

Madoka: I'll become a-

Homura: [appears out of nowhere, shoots kyubey]

Madoka: ........

Homura: The funny thing is that actually worked one time.

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Junko: Homura, would you do me the honor of becoming my daughter-in-law?

Madoka:

Homura:

Madoka: Did you just propose to Homura for me?

Junko: Well, Madoka, SOMEONE HAD TO DO IT!

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Madoka: Homura, please keep an eye on Sayaka today. She’s going to say something to the wrong person and get herself punched.

Homura: Sure. I’d love to see Sayaka get punched.

Madoka: Try again.

Homura: I will stop Sayaka from getting punched.

Madoka: Correct.

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Sayaka: I just want someone to take me out.

Madoka: Like on a date, or with a sniper rifle?

Sayaka: Surprise me.

Madoka: Look, I need to know if I should be calling Kyoko or Homura, you need to pick one.

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Mami: Cut out the toxic people in your life.

Homura: Cut the toxic people in your life.

Sayaka: Cut toxic people!

Kyoko: CUT PEOPLE!!

Mami: Why are you all like this…?

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Homura: Listen up, Madoka; I am going to go off by myself to fight a hopeless battle against this city-destroying monstrosity, and I trust that YOU are going to stay here in this shelter and do nothing while Walpurgisnacht rampages through the city.

Homura: *leaves*

Madoka: I get the feeling that Homura doesn't really understand who I am? As a person?

#incorrect quotes #puella magi madoka magica #madoka kaname #homura akemi #homumado #kyoko sakura #sayaka miki #kyosaya #mami tomoe

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queen-scribbles · 3 years

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Ours

Here we go, only three years overdue, canon version of Tel finding out he’s a dad. :D

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Elara was fidgeting.

It was an unusual enough sight it almost stopped Tel in his tracks. Elara Dorne--well, Airen--didn’t fidget. No matter how pleasant or unpleasant or boring the circumstances, she was the model of poise and professionalism. And she definitely. Did not. Fidget.

Except, apparently, for now. Her fingers picked at the small metallic object she held as she sat on the couch in their quarters, and she looked a hairsbreadth from bouncing her knee as well. Which meant whatever was on her mind was likely something beyond serious and should be treated accordingly.

So he swallowed any jokes he been planning and plopped down on the couch next to her. “You wanted to talk, Els?”

“I did.” She nodded, her attention still on the object in her hands. She turned it over and over, picking at the edges.

“Must be important,” Tel hinted gently when she didn’t continue.

A wry smile pulled at one side of her mouth. “It is. Dearest...” Elara bit her lip as the words petered out, then shook her head slightly and started over. “I have... something important to discuss with you; a topic I’ve been wanting to broach since... since Iokath. With our schedules it’s proven difficult to find a good time, so I’m doing it now, whether or not it’s good, and I apologize for any meetings you may miss as a result.”

“I’m all ears,” Tel promised, reaching over to give her knee a comforting squeeze. “You’re way more important to me than any meeting.”

She mustered a smile at that, then leaned forward and placed the object she’d been fiddling with on the low table in front of the couch. It was a small holoprojector, etched with a simple design, the type made to be portable and store images long term. A brush of Elara’s thumb over the controls brought it to life.

Tel examined the pale blue image when it appeared. It was a young girl--maybe seven?--with dark hair that hung almost to her waist. She was smiling impishly, and even as a holo there was no hiding the twinkle of mischievous charm in her eyes. Her hands were clasped behind her back as if trying to keep something secret just a few moments longer.

“Cute kid,” Tel said, glancing at Elara and wondering which potential direction this was going to go.

“She is,” Elara confirmed with a faint smile. “Her name is Kaira.” She reached over and laced her fingers between his. “She’s ours.”

It took half a second for her meaning to hit, and Tel flinched, grip tightening around her hand, when it did. The air seemed to freeze in his lungs for a moment as he stared at the holo.

“She...” he finally managed through the punched-in-the-gut feeling. “...Yours-and-mine ours?”

She nodded and squeezed his hand. “Are you alright, Tel?”

“Sweetheart, I’m...” A dad. I’m a dad. He gave a breathless laugh. “I’m great. A little stunned, but elated.” He freed his hand to drag her into a hug, still staring at the holo of his daughter. He had a daughter. “Weighing the pros and cons of punching Arcann in the teeth for making me miss... her, but otherwise...” A thought occurred and he frowned ever so slightly. “Did Jorgan know?”

He might be having words with the man if he had and didn’t say anything.

Elara shook her head and sat back to meet his eyes, her posture noticeably less tense. “She must have been conceived just before the Expedition was... lost” --her voice faltered for just a moment-- “and I didn’t discover I was pregnant until after the Supreme Chancellor had relieved me of my Havoc command. Jorgan and I didn’t keep in touch much past the first month or two, while he was helping me attempt to get the position back.” She smiled. “He probably wondered why I wasn’t fighting for it harder, truth be told. But between my condition and Chancellor Saresh’s obvious obstinance, it quickly became evident that was not a worthwhile fight.”

“So working for Malcolm...”

“Was actually rather perfect,” Elara confirmed the unfinished question with a nod. “I was still involved, still doing my part, but in a more administrative capacity than field work. It allowed me to... look for you and prepare for raising a child alone.”

He winced. “Sorry I wasn’t there.”

“Considering you were frozen in carbonite half a galaxy away at that point, I think I can safely say it wasn’t your fault, dearest,” she said lightly.

“And we’re back to me punching Arcann in the face,” Tel muttered, tugging her in for another hug.

“That wouldn’t really help anything at this point, darling,” Elara remonstrated, though her lips quirked toward a smile.

“Would make me feel a hell of a lot better,” he grumbled. “But I guess it wouldn’t set the best example, would it? For... Kaira.” It made him grin a little just saying her name.

She giggled faintly, the sound muffled by his shirt. “No, it wouldn’t.”

Tel rested his chin against the top of her head and gave an exaggerated huff of resignation. “Oh, fine, I won’t punch the reformed tyrant for makin’ me miss my daughter growin’ up.” He hesitated a beat, gaze back on the holo. “Els? What’s she like?”

Elara was quiet for a moment, her fingers curling into his shirt, but he could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke. “She’s... wonderful. Challenging at times, but worth every moment she’s made me want to pull my hair out. She has your smile, a fact I’ve both loved and hated depending on the day.”

He hugged her closer wordlessly, shifting so the corner of the couch would offer some support.

Elara took a deep breath. “She was a good baby, for which I’m grateful. Could likely sleep through a bombing run.”

“Els.” He didn’t want to dwell on the odds that theory had been tested, knowing what the Eternal Empire had done to Coruscant.

“We’re fine. Nothing ever came close enough,” she promised, before carrying on. “She’s extremely curious, very smart-”

“She gets that from you,” Tel muttered, which earned a quiet chuckle from his wife.

“I wouldn’t sell yourself so short, dearest. You’re not a stupid man,” she said teasingly, her fingers tracing light patterns against his collarbone.

“I was smart enough to marry you,” Tel conceded. “So I guess I’m not a total lost cause.”

“There you go, Kaira gets her smarts from both of us,” Elara laughed softly.

But more from you. Tel kept the thought to himself. “If anyone could raise a smart, amazing kid by themselves, it would be you,” he said instead.

“There you go putting me on a pedestal again,” Elara said, playful chiding in her tone.

“Again implies a point where you came down from the pedestal,” Tel rejoined.He kissed the top of her head. “You’re there for life, sweetheart.”

“Ah.” There was a smile in her voice. “Well, before you go counting up more honors for me,Tel; I did not raise her entirely on my own. I had friends who helped, and Aleksei did as well, when he could.”

“Okay, that one’s a bit of a surprise,” Tel admitted. “I thought your brother was in Republic custody?”

“He was. A ‘person of concern’, I believe was the classification; same as I once was. And then he made some valuable contributions at great personal risk in fighting the second Zakuulan assault on Coruscant, which earned him some greater freedoms. Such as lending the Republic his technical expertise and assisting me with Kaira.”

“‘Great personal risk’?” Tel repeated, having noticed how her voice caught on the phrase.

Elara gave a shaky sigh. “Let’s just say you are no longer the only person I care about who has gotten himself blown up in the course of being noble. It wasn’t quite bad enough to require cybernetics, but there was scarring. And a limp.”

Tel blew out a breath and rubbed her back. “I’m glad he’s okay, Els.”

“As am I. After recovering, he was tasked with something computer-related that kept him on Coruscant, so he could help sometimes with Kaira. A lot, actually.” She smiled again. “They’ve grown quite close. She calls him Uncle Lesky, even now that she can say his name correctly.”

Tel smiled, his brow furrowing slightly in thought. “Oh, yeah, she must be, what, six or seven by now?”

Elara stilled for a moment, then reluctantly slid from their hug so she could look at him. “That’s part of why I felt it so urgent to tell you; she’ll be six next week. I assumed you would want to meet her before then. So we could celebrate as a family.”

Yes. “I dunno Els,” he deadpanned with a faint smirk. “Depends on what you’ve told her about me.”

Elara matched his smirk. “Oh, you know, as we discussed; you’re brave, handsome, charming. How you took the stuffy Imperial no one liked and made me the happiest woman in the galaxy, every day we were together. That you always stood up for those who couldn’t protect themselves, and helped those who could stand their ground. That you have a ridiculous sweet tooth she apparently inherited along with your kindness. That you like to steal the blankets,” she continued playfully, leaning in to steal a kiss. “And that you always know how to make me laugh.” She paused, sighed. “How much you would love her.”

“And the fact I was declared KIA? That come up yet?” he asked dryly.

Her brow furrowed briefly, and Tel caught the flicker of pain that danced through her brown eyes. “It did, when she was three. I told her some people believed you died fighting something very dangerous to protect the galaxy, but they were wrong. You were still alive, fighting to keep us safe.” She looked him in the eye. “Because that’s what I believed, with all my heart. She accepted it--what’s the saying about mother knows best?--and it didn’t come up again. Then the Republic learned of your Alliance, and I could show her you were alive and” --she smiled drolly-- “fighting bad guys to keep us safe. I suspect she’d be very excited to hear she can finally meet you.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” Tel grinned, kissing the tip of Elara’s nose. “She with your brother right now?”

Elara nodded. “She is. Whenever I’m off-planet.”

“Then hell yes, see how fast you can get ‘em out here.” He kissed her again. “I know Aleksei might not be able to stay long if he has a job to get back to, but I’d like the chance to ‘meet’ him without transparisteel and a Republic watchdog in the picture.”

A soft, giddy laugh escaped her. “I’ll get right on that. As soon as I steal you for myself just a bit longer,” she amended, leaning back into his space and bracing a hand against the arm of the couch to kiss him.

Tel grinned slyly, cupping her face with one hand and running his thumb along her cheekbone. “Seventy three minutes?”

Elara smiled back mischievously and carded her fingers through his hair until her hand rested at the back of his head. “If you think we can manage that long...”

He closed the distance to capture her lips in a kiss. “Sweetheart, I’d like to see them try and stop us.”

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They got forty seven minutes, which was frankly longer than either of them had really expected, before Tel’s comm started trilling. And so, with much grumbling about “no rest for the wicked”, he got himself together and headed off to see what the Alliance needed, leaving Elara to work out getting their daughter to Odessen.

She slipped the holo in his pocket as he headed out the door. “In case you want to show her off.”

And show her off he did; to Theron, Lana, Vette, Senya--anyone at all who commented on the grin he couldn’t seem to wipe off his face. He did his best not to be distracted from the Important Alliance Business that required his attention, but a man had his limits.

He slipped a hand in his pocket to curl around the cool metal as he tried to focus on Aygo’s briefing about ship deployments rather than what was (hopefully) coming soon, and smiled to himself.

I can’t wait to meet you, Kaira.

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(I was originally gonna take this through Tel actually getting to meet Kaira, but that part’s getting crazy long and I need to work on other stuff that has actual deadlines, so it’ll have to wait.)

#queens fic #telcontar airen #elara dorne #telara #otp: 73 minutes #i love them i love them I LOVE THEM

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ediths · 4 years

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Imagine how Tom will propose to his girlfriend :')

Proposal

Pairing - Tom Holland x Reader

Word Count - 551

Summary - Tom proposes

Warnings - Just fluff

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He would be so nervous, terrified that she would say no, even though they had been dating for forever and they were madly in love.

He would spend months picking out the perfect engagement ring, traveling far and wide to find a ring that would compliment you nicely. He didn’t personally think that it was as beautiful as you, but what was? You were the most perfect thing on the entire planet.

He’d take you out for dinner, just like normal date nights, not wanting to raise your suspicion. But then afterwards, instead of taking you back to the car to head home, he would grab your hand and drag you along with him, not slowing his racing footsteps until he got there.

The beach where you had met. That one fateful day years and years ago. The place where your best friend so clumsily ran into his, making both of you run to the rescue. His entire life changed that day, and so had yours.

He would finally come to a stop, pausing to let both of you catch your breath.

“What are we doing here, Tommy?” You’d ask, confused as to why he would bring you to the beach well past sunset.

“Well, I just wanted to talk, you know. Thought it would be nice. The place we met and all.” He would run his hands through his hair, loosening the curls from the gel that had held them in place throughout the evening. “My life changed that day, you know?” He would let his hands fall to your waist, pulling you closer and squeezing lightly, letting you know that he was there without having to say a word. “You’ve changed my life so much, darling. Made me a better person, loved me even though I was an arrogant cliche when we met. Loved me despite all the times that I got distant or angry.”

He would make sure to hold your gaze the entire time, wanting you to see every emotion that was pooling in his eyes in the form of tears.

“Can’t believe you’ve stuck with me for this long. ‘M so lucky, love. Got the best girl on the planet. You’ve made me so happy. So, so happy.” By then, the tears would be freely rolling down his cheeks. One look at you would ensure that yours matched perfectly.

“You’ve been my everything. And I wanna be that for you. Every single day for the rest of our lives.” He’d reach into his jacket pocket and pull out a blue velvet box, getting down on one knee and watching as you fell apart in front of him.

“Y/N, would you please make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honor of letting me call you mine for the rest of time?” He’d be shaking, scared of your reply, always so scared you would realize that you deserved better.

But you never thought that. Never once. He was everything you wanted. Which is why you didn’t hesitate in grabbing him by the collar of his jacket, yanking him back up to you. You’d get your mouth really close to him, letting your lips ghost over one another’s before breathing out a, “Yes, Tommy.” and kissing him like your life depended on it.

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comiyaviww · 4 years

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🎉[HAPPY NEWS]🎉 #JewelieBday2020⠀

Dear Jewelie, following your amazing “Happy News” reports, this year we also want to celebrate your special day by sharing our “Happy News” back to you! 📰

WISHING YOU THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY! 🍰 🎈

- Your worldwide Co-MYV family from Planet Earth.

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From: Aunty Ku Country: Malaysia Dear my lovely Jewelie~ I have a son one year younger than you, thus, seeing you grow healthy and happily makes me happy. Like a cotton flower, you bloom beautifully and continue to bring happiness to my heart as I wait for the flower to turn into a boll, and then into a bur that reveals the cotton fiber.

You probably didn't know this, but Malaysia is not a country where people believe the cotton plant can grow commercially. My country focuses more on rubber tree and palm oil tree. Therefore, planting cotton trees is a little bit strange to Malaysians, especially on layman's side. However, the cotton tree is a quite a resilient type of plant. At my home, given enough nutrition and water and suitable soil, it can live all year long and bear fruits with lots of quantity twice a year! And they have lived in my garden for almost two years now! I watch them grow, learn about their sicknesses, and learn most of the insects and critters that visited them, eat them or made them as their nesting ground or home. Discovering new things, seeing new creatures is also my own kind of happiness.

You see Jewelie, sometimes happiness doesn’t come instantly. Sometimes you have to wait for it patiently, invest your time, your energy and your financial resources to make your dreams come true. However, there will be times when happiness doesn’t come, when though you have achieved something, sometimes it came when you have some sense of relief and security. Your heart is at ease, as some people would say.

However! Some happiness can also be bought thru shopping. Like this one here:

This is takli. It is used as a tool to spin fiber into yarn. From the yarn thread, we can either crochet it, or knit it, or weave it to turn the yarn into fabric for clothing items or household items like a blanket, cushion cover, and other stuff. I couldn't find it anywhere in my country as spinning the cotton fiber and turn them into yarn is also a strange practice in my country. I've been waiting for this little guy for almost two months since I last ordered it. Due to covid19, postage has been delayed. And finally 2 days ago (14/10/2020) it arrived safely at my home

That is all I wanted to share with you today. Happy birthday Jewelie.

May you grow into an amazing person, whom love and cherish her parents until the end of their lives, and achieve all of your dreams. May life is kind to you and provide you enough.

Sincerely yours, - Ku Shairah Jazahanim -16 Oct 2020

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From: Hyunjeong Country: Korea

안녕 쥬에리

Hello Jewelie!

I am Hyunjeong from Korea. First, Happy Birthday to you 생일 축하해 쥬에리~~

I wish All lucky & beautiful things with you, and I will let you know my happy news. I hope my happy news will make you happy!

A week ago, my second nephew was born. He's still small and looks like a monkey or a little bird, but he’s adorable. How this precious creature is made and born, it’s amazing. I want to leave a lot of kisses to him, but I'm really sad that I can't meet him these days because of COVID-19

I will pray that the virus will disappear as soon as possible, meet my nephews, and meet you and your daddy, MIYAVI.

Love from Korean Aunt Hyunjeong

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From: Raira Country: Japan

🎈 HAPPY NEWS 🎈

Hello, princess!

"ありがとう" is a universal word that brings people a little happiness.

In the shop an old woman said to me, "I want that item there."

I handed it to her and she happily said "ありがとう" over and over again. It made me smile too.

When a kind little action makes someone else happy, it makes me happy too. It's always in our lives. And we can all be happy if we don't forget to say "ありがとう(Thank you)" to each other.

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From: Kyoko Country: Japan

Happy Birthday, Jewelie❣️ May happiness and joy come to you My Happy News is that I managed to come to your daddy’s live show in September. I was able to have a short trip, see my favorite persons（←including you & your daddy🥰）, and have a good time! Thanks to all of you, I enjoyed myself🤩 ありがとう❣️and おめでとう from Kyoko: takeshiorin, JAPAN

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From: Becca Country: USA

Jewelie,

Hello Jewelie! My name is Becca and I am from Tucson, Arizona. I am 21 years old and am a senior here at my local university, the University of Arizona! I am also part of our school’s marching band, which we traditionally play at our home football games. Sadly, this year though, we are not allowed to play at any of our games because of COVID-19 and our sports conferences not allowing us or fans to enter the stadium.

This being said though, one bit of ‘good news’ that I would like to share with you is that we have been able to schedule our 67th Annual Band Day virtually AND have it available for people nation-wide since it’s online! Band Day is an event we traditionally hold in-person at our football stadium and have around 40 high school marching bands from around the state compete. This year will be a little different, seeing as it will be held virtually and they cannot compete, however it will be equally as exciting! Especially seeing as we can still share our passion for music and the marching arts.

I hope this finds you very well, and I hope you have a wonderful birthday! You deserve the best birthday ever, and the love you receive every day! <3 <3

Becca Soto

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From: Maura Country: USA

Happy Birthday Jewelie! Since I know that the environment is important to you, I wanted to share some HAPPPPY NEWWWWWS about the environment in honor of your birthday!

“Singaporean Government Plans to Plant One Million Trees by 2030”

The government of Singapore has announced a plan to plant one million native trees by the year 2030, with the goal of helping endangered species thrive and ensuring that every resident of Singapore lives, “no more than ten minutes from a park”. Although Singapore is a small nation, their ecosystem is rich and precious. By planting these trees, they will provide habitats for “numerous birds, reptiles and plants” which may face extinction. These trees will also help fight pollution and improve air quality for Singapore.

I think that the Singaporean government has a great idea, and I hope that other governments follow suit, and create even more plans to help our planet!

Wishing you a joyful birthday full of happiness and love! From your CoMiyavi Auntie, Maura (News Source: https://www.goodnewsnetwork.org/singapore-to-plant-1-million-trees-bringing-parks-to-people/)

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From: Betty Country: Italy/Ethiopia

Hello Jewelie,

Here is a CoMYV aunty writing to you from Italy, but the happy news I want to share with you is from my home-country Ethiopia (somewhere in the Horn of Africa).

I also did some research like you & this news was something that made me happy in this past weeks. Following sustainable development & clean energy, Ethiopia is now on the final stage of the long awaited start of “The Grand Ethiopian Renaissance Dam" on the Blue Nile.

It is set to become the largest hydropower plant in Africa, providing renewable energy for many people, and helping them to greatly improve their daily life. This made me really happy and hopeful for the future of my country. It was big celebration in Ethiopia too, also because the rainy season this year helped this first stage to be completed in a shorter amount of time. They saw it as a good sign from Mother Nature!

Once we will be able to travel again safely, I hope you will keep visiting many places around the world, noticing the beautiful diversity that also connects us. Remember that you have all of us, a bunch of comyv family ready to welcome you.

Happy Happy Birthday to you, wishing you just happiness. መልካም ልደት

CoMYV love from Betty/Kanmisa

(News Source: https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/interactive/2020/grand-ethiopian-renaissance-dam-egypt-nile/) -------------------------------------------------------- From: Sarah Country: USA

Dear Jewelie,

I want to wish you the happiest of birthdays. Thank you for participating in the Ishihara family lives, and for always sharing such HAPPY NEWS with us! Your heart is so big and you are such bright light in this world, bringing so much joy to all of us!

I have a bit of personal “happy news” that I wanted to share with you, and hope it puts a smile on your face - recently, my family adopted a puppy! She is a sweet girl we named “Lucky”, because we are lucky to have her, and she is lucky to have a home now. Every day she is growing big and strong, and she is a super smart dog! We enjoy teaching her tricks like “sit” and “paw”, and she really likes to play fetch with her ball.

Some interesting facts about American Pit Bull Terriers: they are super friendly and have a goofy personality; they’re great as therapy and emotional wellness dogs; they have a great sense of smell and are often used for search & rescue and other sniffing jobs; they are very muscular and athletic and can jump very high; they are wonderful family dogs and used to be known as “nanny” dogs because they love children so much.

She is bringing lots of joy to our family since we are all working and learning from home this year. I think we also bring her lots of happiness by giving her a warm and loving home.

I’m thankful for the virtual connections we all have in these times, and I look forward to the day that friends and family can celebrate and enjoy time together again. Please take care, stay safe, and keep smiling! Remember, we are always under the same beautiful sky!

Happy Birthday Jewelie! ❣️

Much love from your CoMYV Aunty, Sarah --------------------------------------------------------

We hope you keep looking for HAPPY NEWS every day!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JEWELIE!

#HAPPYNEWS #MIYAVI #JewelieBday2020⠀#JewelieIshihara #comiyaviww #happybirthday #birthday2020 #birthday

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starsandaspirations · 4 years

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Hello! I love your blog! I’m going to apply for medicine this/next year but I definitely need some experience with the elderly. You seem to be doing such a good job with your volunteering so I was wondering if you could give some advice on how to put yourself out there and be able to volunteer at places like that? Thank you 😍

i love this topic! volunteering with dementia residents is one of my absolute favorite things to do so this is going to be a long response...

do it because you want to: i have to say this because honestly, i’ve seen so many people volunteer at the nursing facility only for college apps, honors hours, club hours, etc. while yes, it looks good on all those things, please don’t treat the elderly as something to use for a resume. i’m so tired of seeing people volunteer thrice and talk about their “extensive nursing home volunteering experience” like what? i think that if you volunteer there, it should be because you really, really want to. they can tell when someone is doing it for a resume builder, and that breaks my heart

don’t be afraid to form emotional connections: the residents at my nursing home are amazing people and i am so fortunate to be able to spend time with them. if you love them, they will love you back. over my three years, they have become my second family and even though they have dementia, they recognize me. i remember when a new resident moved in. another resident pointed at me and said “she’s been helping us with everything for three years and she’s such a kind girl”! and when i finally saw a resident after a long time, she said “i missed seeing you! i haven’t seen you in a month”! these moments make me smile so much and i fall in love with volunteering all over again

be yourself: for me, the nursing home is the place where i can be myself without academics, societal pressures, etc. i love dancing and playing with the residents, and i find that the more open i am, the more comfortable they are with me

ofc, there are sad parts too: spending my time at the nursing home makes me the happiest, but it also makes me sad :( i watch residents cycle in and out. i’ll talk to a resident without knowing that it’ll be the last time that i’m able to do so. the residents will try to leave, and telling them they have to stay does not get easier. especially with dementia—the residents struggle, and while i try to help them, sometimes i can’t. dementia is cruel and i’m mad that it’s hurting them. they’re the sweetest people on the planet and it’s so unfair... no one deserves to suffer from this disease

enjoy your time there and learn something: i am lucky to be able to share happy moments with the residents and the sad things make me appreciate every minute that i spend with them. the residents continually teach me kindness and love, and because of them, i think i’m growing into a better person. i haven’t been able to see them for nearly two months (due to COVID-19) and i miss them terribly

above all, please remember that they are human and treat them with maximum love and respect! volunteering at a nursing home has changed my perspective on life and it might change yours too. before i started, i wanted to be a neurosurgeon, but now, i want to continue doing something that will help dementia residents.

shameless promo: i’m also raising money to buy puzzles for dementia residents so if you can donate [x] i would really appreciate it!! you can also buy stickers and all profits go to that [x] :)

good luck in your med apps! take care and hope this helps

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wayward-river · 5 years

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Here is a Jordan Connor x Plus!Size reader.

AN: This is sort of a continuation of Walk With Me but it can be read as a stand alone. All mistakes are my own. I do not own the gif. Hope you like this nonny!

AN 2: I love Jinjara. I love both of them together this is just a work of fiction. No hate to either of these people.

Requested: Yes! Maybe like the wedding maybe they aresnt super traditional and she gets in her head again and Jordan helps her

Special shout out to my beta @xserpentlife who also made this A M A Z I N G moodboard! Check her out she’s amazing!

You looked in the mirror, your hands bunching up the dress you had on. Drew swore to you this was the dress but now looking at it you weren’t so sure. A knock on your door startled you.

“Come in...unless your Jordan then go away!”

You looked over to your brother entering the room a small chuckle leaving his lips. “I wouldn’t let him in here, even if you said it was okay.”

You turned around smiling. “What do you think?”

“I mean wow Y/N/N.”

You dipped your head. “Awh Mack you have to say that.”

“I don’t but I am here to take you somewhere.”

You raised your brow. “Uh Mack you shouldn’t have given Jordan your blessing a year ago if...”

“No, Y/N/N. You are still going to get married I’m just going to kidnap you for the time being.”

“I’m supposed to walk down that aisle to Jordan in forty five minutes. I don’t have time for a Mack and Y/N adventure right now.”

“Y/N Y/L/N, just will you trust me?” Mack offered his hand, you accepted it as he led you out of the room. You stopped pulling on his hand.

“What if Jordan sees me? Does he still want to marry me? Mack don’t you lie to me.” You breathed out the thoughts racing as you were leaving the church.

“Y/N breathe, everything is fine, Jordan is being quarantined and of course that boy wants to marry you. He would give up anything in this world for you, so get out of that head of yours.”

You nodded. “Oh and Y/N, grab your bouquet.”

You grabbed your bouquet of sunflowers, orange roses, and baby’s breath. As you followed your older brother out the door. He led you to Drew’s car. Confusion spread across your face once again.

“Drew?” You looked towards Mack.

Who gave you a slight nod as he hopped on his bike. “Trust me Y/N/N.”

You took a deep breath as you opened up the passenger door, bunching up your dress you got into the car. Looking over at Drew you couldn’t help the tears that brimmed your eyes only imagining the worst.

“Drew…” You sucked in a breath.

Drew placed his hand on you. “Y/N/N, I promise everything is fine.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me right?”

“I promise.”

“Well let's get whatever we’re doing on the road then.” You tried your best to be convincing.

Drew gave you a smile as he pulled out of the church. You fidgeted as you watched the city pass you turning into your favorite place on the outskirts of town.

“Drew? Where are you taking me?”

“I’m taking you to marry you myself. That okay?”

Your laugh making him smile. “I love you Drew, but I think I’m going to marry your best friend. I mean he might murder you if you try to steal me.”

“That’s good because this would be kind of awkward.”

You looked forward to the field in front of you. The field of sunflowers, the place Jordan took you for your first date and proposed to you in. You gasped as you brought your shaking hand over your mouth. In the field you saw Jordan standing with his Riverdale castmates, his and your friends, he shook his hands nervously, his head was down but you could see the red bandana that covered his eyes.

You looked to Drew his smile infectious. “Surprised?”

You nodded your head as you didn’t trust your voice at this moment. Drew got out of the car running around to your side and opening it for you. “Mack is going to walk you to Jordan okay”

You nodded as you grabbed Drew’s hand letting him lead you to Mack. You walked past Cole and Lili both of them giving you wide smiles. You stopped at Vanessa. “You kept two secrets from me now” You joked.

She laughed. “Both were good. Do I still get to be your Maid of Honor?”

You hit her arm. “Of course.”

She threw her arms around you hugging you tightly, tears escaping both of your eyes. “I love you V.”

“I love you too Y/N/N.”

You let go of Vanessa, taking hold of Macks hand.

“Ready to go get your man?”

You nodded as you looped your arm through Macks.

He led you a few steps away from Jordan leaning down and placing a kiss on your cheek. “I love you Y/N/N”

“I love you too Mackoroni”

Mack stood back leaving you alone looking at Jordan. His hands were still shaking as you stepped closer to him. You placed your hands on both sides of his face. His hands covered yours. As his eyes were still covered by the blindfold.

“Y/N,”

“Nope it’s Drew.” You giggled.

A smile spread across his face. “Well I mean leave it to him or Cole to pull something like that. I’m nervous enough as it is.”

“You? Nervous?”

“Well I’m marrying the most gorgeous girl on this planet. Hell yeah I’m nervous.”

“Did you just want to talk to me in our place before we go back to the church?”

A small chuckle left his lips. “Baby I didn’t think we would ever get married in a church.”

“Then what are we doing, you still want to do this right? Cause I don’t think I “

Jordan cut you off with his lips on yours. Pulling away you were silent. “Get out of that head of yours beautiful. I would go to the ends of this world for you baby.”

“Well J, what are we doing then?”

“Well Y/N/N, we are going to get married in our spot. Just us. Yes our close friends and your brother are also here but out of hearing distance so it can be just you and me baby.”

You smiled, your fingers playing with the bandana. “Can I remove this?”

“If you’re prepared and ready to marry me sweet girl.”

You bit your lip as you lifted the bandana off of Jordan’s eyes and put it in your hands.

You looked up into Jordan’s brown orbs brimmed with tears as yours filled.

“J, is it too much?” You asked looking down at your dress slightly cursing Drew once more. “Drew helped and he said it was okay, but I just don’t know I want this day to be perfect.”

Jordan cut you off once more with the press of his lips against yours. “I think your stunning”

You blushed. He still got to you even through the years. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“So we are getting married out here?”

Jordan nodded. “I thought we could say our vows here and then you can pick Drew, or Cole to actually marry us since they both decided to be ordained for some reason.”

You laughed. “That sounds perfect J...can you start cause I’m going to be a blubbering mess.”

“You think I’m not… but I’d do anything for you so yes pretty girl.”

Jordan took a breath as he gripped your hands holding them as he looked into your Y/E/C eyes.

“Sometimes I watch the smallest things you do and just think that I am the luckiest man alive, and I believe I am. I am a better person because of you. You changed my life the moment I walked into that tent seeing you in my chair. I was a mess then because you made me so nervous. I have never known someone so strong and beautiful and stubborn.”

You chuckled as the tears flowed down your face.

"I will shield you from the wind, cover you from the rain, and make a home for us inside my heart. I will protect you through everything, I will try to always be there to pull you out of that pretty head of yours. I vow to love you as your husband, your family, your friend your forever and ever, and to know that as we write our story together it will be the greatest ever told or at least my favorite one.”

You let go of his hands to wipe your tears but Jordan cupped your face using the pad of his thumbs to wipe them away. You brought your hands up to his wiping the stray tears that fell down his.

You took a deep breath your hands still resting on the sides of Jordan’s face. “I don’t know why I was so keen on you going first I’m still a blubbering mess.”

“It’s okay baby, take your time.”

You sucked in another breath as your eyes locked with his once more.

“Wherever our journey leads us, I promise to walk with you arm in arm, hand in hand, to hold you as your wife and to learn from you, love you, and surprise you forever. You are my love, and my guide, a true partner, a man that I will love, hold close, honor, kiss, and cry with for all the days of my life. I trust you with everything in me, you have been able to light my life up, to get me out of my panic attacks and my head and I am forever grateful for that J. You are the love of my life and make me the happiest woman on earth. Happier than I could ever have imagined. You brighten every dark day that I have and I feel so blessed to start our lives together.”

“Wow. That was amazing.”

“And all ours.” You smiled as you pressed up on your toes locking your lips with his.

“You ready to become Mrs. Jordan Connor?”

“So ready J.”

“Drew or Cole?” He laughed.

“Oh man, I feel like Drew is your best friend and your best man so Cole?”

Jordan laughed. “He lost the bet. I’ll be right back.”

“J?” He looked back at you. “Let’s just go to them? I mean I want to be surrounded by our family and friends, plus I really want V at my side.”

Jordan chuckled as he intertwined your fingers leading you to your brother and friends.

“Let’s make this official!” You smiled as the cheers erupted from your friends. “Cole, if you would do us the honor.”

“Awh man.” Drew whined.

“Go stand by your boy. V..will you come stand by me?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice girl.” Vanessa smiled as she and Drew joined the both of you as Cole stepped up in between y’all as you interlocked your hands once again. Cole smiled and began his speech. You not hearing anything until Cole cleared his throat as Jordan squeezed your hand.

“Baby, wanna say I do?”

Drew chuckled as you sent him a playful glare. “I do.”

“Jordan do you take Y/N as your lawfully wedded wife?”

Jordan smiled. “Forever, always. I do.”

“You may now kiss your bride.”

Jordan pulled you into him as you met in a heated kiss, the whoops and hollers from your friends making both of you smile through the kiss.

#jordan connor x reader #Jordan Connor x Plus!Size Reader #jordan connor imagine #jordan conner #riverdale imagine #riverdale x reader #riverdale reader insert #riverdale x you #jordan connor x you

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byebyechloe · 5 years

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So I’ve been contemplating writing this for awhile...

about.... let’s see, I need to do the math.

we broke up January 15th.

Then we talked until, what would you say? the third Monday of February?

Yes, February 18th. I remember that night well. It shook me to the core, that's when our break up... really began to be our break. up.

but then let me throw this at you. this low low low LOW number.

18 days. (That’s how many days you had me blocked. I’m assuming... if not less. I accidentally came up on that realization one day. So who knows.)

I took the ballsy choice of adding you back on snap, being subtle. you added me back the same night, and thats when it all began again.

well... kinda, took us until, when? probably like 2 Fridays later? I slid into your texts to tell you about a artist I liked and thought you’d vibe too. Ironically, you already fucked with him too.

Then that next weekend I gave you the entire snapchat tour of the 2nd Ben Rector concert we didn't attend together, but this one we had planned too...

and then I think... the next Friday is when I took a huge risk on my mental health and dropped sam off at Julies and off I was! back to the place in the middle of the damn trees, just to spend a night with you again, that I thought would just be a random hook up, and then we’d just let it all go again. but no.

I left that bed with plans to be back the next weekend, and then plans to hangout when you moved home for the “short” time you had planned before “moving away back east”, that ended up being an entire summer, and you ended up being A LOT closer than you planned when you did finally move away again in October. But this moving away didn’t happen of course, until after another big “I'm sick of you!” argument from us both (after an ironically, perfect Saturday with you. I still think about that night. so cute and romantic in the weirdest, not romantic way.) and then we talked on and off for another time. this was a little longer than 18 days, but wasn’t longer than 3 weeks. And you were back around, and I was stronger alone, but so was my strong belief in the damn signs I've been getting the last fucking YEAR of us doing this ~thing~ of ours from the big guy up there (imagine me pointing, yanno me, i’m an awkward bitch who points, bet you can imagine my torn up nails too. you always remind me to stop biting them. thanks for that.)

Oh.. yeah, hey, happy 1 year of crossing paths (again, if you count the years we didn’t really /know/ each other, but were in the same friend circle... somehow. idk.) and taking away my right to say “i’ve never fallen inlove like for real for real!” (my words, not society’s.)

But yeah, when I sit here and type, I realize I won’t get as much out as I will whenever you give me the chance to say it all out loud (if you could be /so/ kind), but let me get to my favorite part of the last 365 days.

I’ll start with the fact that... that night.... I almost cancelled on you 3 fucking times. This was before I caught on to God’s lessons that he embedded in our encounter and friendship. Now I see this was his small beginning and it was with the fact that we both come from two different lives and backgrounds, that being symbolized by the fact that I usually eat dinner at like... 5 pm. and you are a more 7 pm guy. By 6:30 I was not only hangry, but beginning to let my anxiety and trust issues from my past start to creep in. “He is really gonna pull this? after 3 weeks of us talking? AND its the day before my birthday? how rude.” I thought. I even told my friends twice I wanted to drop the date, and they both said to do what made me happy. But yanno what I did that I never do? especially in that season of life I was in? (this was “fuck guys, none of them deserve me anyway) phase, by the way. I’m still in it, but you’re an exception.)

I just said... “no. I’ll give him 10 more minutes”.... three times. But yanno what?

It was the best decision I ever fucking made in my ENTIRE life. (other than that one time we... yanno... had sex for (my) the first time (ours together). Sorry but I mean you saw this coming right?)

You kept me talking and laughing from the moment I walked out of my front door that night... all the way until, well, that night we broke up in January. Yet, I think you still made me giggle a few times before we finally hung the 3 hour phone call up.

OH! Our first date was November 15th, 2018. Crazy... we broke up literally... 2 months after our first date. That’s super weird. This isn’t the first time that dates have aligned like that in my life. It’s whatever, ANYWAY.

Back to the story! So. Yeah. Best night of my life. seriously. Going out with you that night was the best decision I ever made. It was so fun and sweet and carefree and I was so happy.

Bro-- you make me /SO/ fucking happy.

Even after all the shit we’ve gone through, I’d still pick you over any guy on this damn planet, and that says a lot about me considering you’re very deep into your “bachelor szn” of life right now. Which I’m happy af for you for, that is a sick time of life, and you deserve to live it. I just appreciate you keeping me around for the nights you want someone to hold and kiss and watch movies with. (the dinner was an added bonus, and very sexy. so keep it up for me pls. I promise I will reciprocate my thanks.)

But anyway. The 1st date, it was the night I think God sealed the deal of the whole “you’re gonna fall inlove with this guy when y'all kiss” thing. I never really believed in that shit, partly bc I hated hallmark movies and hated the entire feeling of love after what I thought I knew from my last big relationship before you, but I was so wrong.

I still think about our first kiss a lot, and I hate to admit that because I am not that OOZY with love and emotions. But I do. And I never realized that was the night I fell in love with you, I realized that the last night you and I stayed at Julie and Camden’s... yanno before you met some new girl and started seeing her like 3-4 nights a week? yeah same. I wasn’t a complete mess though, I worked on school and fell in love with the art of teaching, so that was cool. But yeah. That night. You and I literally had so many nights like it this summer, but, yet, THAT night is when I was trying to fall asleep and the memory of our first date was like “yo what up bitch time to relive this day again.”

and I did. and it was amazing. and then when it got to that kissing part (Sam was so annoyed by us, I think. I don’t really remember. it was THAT good of a kiss my dude.) I really realized that is when I began to believe in the fact that a man could possibly love me, or care for me, or just like me again. I was so happy.

I have learned so many lessons from this whole 365 days (and counting) experience. Let me explain.

- be patient. (THIS was the biggest and hardest one, and its ongoing. I want to say I’m doing better.) I've had to really stop myself from getting upset and remind myself, “God wouldn’t keep him around in my life like this if he didn’t have a reason too.” He’d give me all the signs to leave. I’m not too blind to look at both sides, I just see more promise in the good side than to be dramatic and listen to the bad side. I see dedication and hard work on the good side.

- be trusting. (Now I know you get me when I say, trust issues take up your whole damn life. Maybe not as much anymore because we both are/have gone through the stage of life where you learn “people only take as much as you give. So give a little at a time.” which is what your doing now, and is what I learned to start doing... then I met you and ended up dumping all my trust into you. but not in the way you may think, it has taken this entire year for me too. so you’re welcome). I have really started seeing how much I trust you, and how much you deserve it. But I won’t lie and say there aren’t times you don’t deserve me, and I KNOW that. But I refrain from screaming it at you, because.... what is that going to help at this point? The time isn’t here yet, if it ever comes, but if it does, you’ll know I’ve waited to say it, followed up with the whole hearted reason I never let it be why I gave up, because I never will give up on you.*

* When you and I started dating (11...24...18.... yeah. you get why I put it in numbers, right?) You told me in text that night to not give up on you, because you’re still young and still learning. I said I understood and wouldn’t, because you made me (and still do) the happiest girl on this earth. no cap, boo. You also said it and say it almost every time you are drunk and next to me in bed. “Don’t give up on me baby. please.” and my most favorite time, which was Christmas, “Don’t give up on me baby and I swear, I’m going to make our life together so damn great.” and yanno? I still believe it. and Always will. (scouts honor, boo.)

- Be understanding. (This one is gonna get deep.) So, I know, most movies will show you a girl who is a friend of the girl in love, or the guy who is the best best friend of the guy who is also in love tell one of the two that they need to just man up and say how they feel to the other one, even if that other one doesn’t want to believe it. Or better yet, tell the person THEY don't see how inlove they are with a person. Now I won’t sit here and act like I haven’t wished I could come across you with the desire in my heart to just tell you “don’t you see how fucking perfect we are for eachother?” because thats not realistic. That would of pushed me away from any man (and actually has before) who said it to me. SO WHY would I ever try to make someone push you to believe it? Let alone myself? You will realize it yourself someday, or maybe a friend will notice it and mention it to you, but I won’t ever be the one to tell you I think you are dumb for not seeing our potential. I’m fine with waiting until you figure it out. As far behind as you are in the feelings and independence stage in life... emotionally... I am in the independence and living stage... physically. We just did things backwards.

This is getting long (if it wasn’t a surprise) but...

I love you, boo. I always will, and apparently have since the first night you took me to chilis. So let’s just say this has been a wild year, but I can’t wait for the rest of the others.

Have fun with whatever/whoever you’re doing, Hope to see ya soon and get my face wash back that I “forgot” two weeks ago.

love,

your future wifey, hehe. ;)

jk.

love always, Chloe. (or when you like to make me mad, Coco.)

#jeff #cbjournals

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hqhaleyluhoo-archive · 5 years

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forever i do.

TAGGING: Brett @brettdicr, Haley.

LOCATION: Sedona, AZ.

TIMEFRAME: June 8th, 2019.

NOTES: Brett and Haley say “I do” and officially become husband and wife.

Haley This was it. The day she had been counting down to since January. Everything was in its place. Friends and family members were filing into the rows of chairs that had been set up outside the venue and the music was starting up. Haley peeked through the window from where she was waiting, her eyes finding Brett within seconds, he was standing at the back waiting to escort his mom down the aisle with his dad just a few steps behind him. In an hours time, they would be introduced as husband and wife and she almost had to pinch herself. As the music started up, her mom was escorted to her seat by Keegan and Brett escorted his own parents down the aisle. Then sweet little Matty and Maxwell stole the show as the ring bearers with Grant and Justin’s assistance and next was Rae, Ali, and Maiya, tossing flower petals as they walked. The music changed and the first of her bridesmaids made their way down the aisle. Starting with Caitlin, then Cami, and Lili. She watched in awe as her friends floated down the aisle, so thankful to have them all their by her side. AJ gave her hand a squeeze before walking down the aisle as her maid of honor and then everyone stood in anticipation for Haley and her dad to appear in front of them.

Brett It was finally the big day. They had gotten engaged over a year before, but that was not even what it was all about, their engagement had come as a surprise to the both of them, but spending the rest of their lives together didn't. It seemed so normal that they were forever going to be together, he didn't have any hesitations about that, not one doubt, she was the love of his life, he loved her in a way he never had loved and he would never be able to love again. He was surprised by how stressed he was, looking over at Keegan for reassurance as they all got prepared to walk down the aisle. He wanted it to be perfect, he didn't want things to mess up. He took a big breath as his parents escorted him to the altar, taking their seat a moment after. Before he could take another breath, the music started, announcing the bride's entrance. He turned around, his eyes already watering as he looked over at Haley. He hadn't really pictured that day, it was a weird thing to admit, but he hadn't thought about it much more than that. He was thinking about their lives together, just not that particular day.

Haley linked arms with her dad and felt her eyes start to water as they appeared in front of all of their guests. Her eyes immediately found Brett’s and seeing his eyes water at the sight of her in her dress made her tear up even more. As they walked down the aisle, Haley kept her eyes locked with Brett’s only looking away once to scan the faces of their friends who were standing up there with them. The girls were mostly teary-eyed and Keegan was just as weepy as Brett which made Haley laugh. She would be teasing him about that one later. Once they arrived at the altar Haley’s dad hugged her and then hugged Brett before giving her away to join her mom who was seated right up front. She handed her flowers to AJ and took Brett’s hands in her own and smiled at him. “Hi,” she whispered as the officiant welcomed everyone and offered up an introduction about why they were here and what marriage meant. She was hardly paying attention though because she was so focused on Brett.

Brett This was weird, them being so official, doing this. They had almost always been very serious about their relationship, but this was the next step. They were about to say I do, in front of everyone that they cared about. He smiled at her dad, who he by now knew so well, just like Haley, he was family. The second after his eyes were on Haley as they linked their hands, quickly whispering back "last chance if you want to run away." he joked as he usually did, his goofy smile painted on his lips.

Haley A laugh escaped her lips as tears fell from her eyes, "Very funny," she whispered back, giving his hands a squeeze and focusing her attention on the officiant. Once he had finished his introduction and wrapped up what he was saying, it was time for them to say their vows. She couldn't believe it was all happening so fast, but she was excited for them to officially be official, to call him her husband so she looked back at Brett as the officiant gestured to him first, handing him a microphone that had been placed off to the side for them. Haley took a deep breath, preparing herself for the tears that would come as Brett pulled out a tiny notebook where he had written his vows.

Brett He smiled as she did, the laugh coming from her making him only more sure about what was happening if that was even possible. He was wondering all sorts of things, would he stop calling her his girlfriend, what was their life going to be like, were they going to enjoy their honeymoon as much as he hoped they would. But all of this was in the future, right then was one of the most important moments of their lives from what he had been told. He took a deep breath as he looked down at the notebook then at Haley before starting. "Haley. Today is the day we make everything official, paper official. But since the day I met you I knew you were going to play an important part in my life. I'm lucky, not everyone gets to meet the love of their life at such a young age, if ever. I can't believe the idiot I was was smart enough to ask you out, this is to this day the best thing I've ever done, and I don't think I could ever do something smarter. Ever. There is a before Haley and after meeting Haley in my life, before Haley is dark, stupid, not that interesting, after meeting you is so different. You light up the room with your smile, how can such a small person have such a big presence, such a big heart doesn't make sense to me, but it doesn't have to. Your heart picked me, and I believe deep down that we were made for each other. I often joke that Ravenswood only happened so that we could meet, that nothing else really mattered about it. But I also do believe that if it hadn't happened, faith would have brought us together no matter what. There is no way even in an alternate universe that we don't end up together Haley. And so today, in front of our friends and family, I promise to always love you. To always be there for you. I promise that I'll always try to make you laugh even when it's a serious situation. I promise that I'll be by your side no matter what. I promise I'll let you hog the covers because that's already something I let you do. I can't wait to spend the rest of our life together."

Haley felt tears spring to her eyes as soon as Brett started on his vows. She peeked behind him to see Keegan almost as much of a mess as she was which made her smile. A laugh escaped her lips at his line about Ravenswood, they'd be making that joke for their entire lives. She was a mess of tears once he had finished and thankfully there was AJ handing her a tissue to wipe at her eyes before she had to start her own vows. Haley pulled out the piece of paper that she had written her vows on and cleared her throat gently. "Brett Jordan Dier, you are the most amazing man I have ever met in my whole life and I believe with all of my heart that we were meant to be together. I can't believe we're finally here, who knew that me jokingly asking you to marry me at a strip mall while you were eating pizza would have led to this," she started with a smile. "But I'm so glad it did," she continued. "I'm not sure how I got so lucky to meet the love of my life at the age of 18, but I will always be thankful for fate and a little show called Ravenswood for bringing us together," she added. "You are the perfect man for me, you are silly, but serious when needed, you always make me laugh and you never let me be weird alone. You have always accepted me for who I am and you're just as weird as me, if not weirder at times," she continued with a laugh. "You are the most talented person I know, I am so thankful you were born and so lucky to exist on this planet with you at the same time and even luckier to be loved by you. Remember that time when my acne was so bad that I couldn't leave the house without pimple cream on so you pulled over on the side of the road and rubbed dirt on your face so I wasn't alone? That's the kind of man I feel lucky enough to love for the rest of my life. You're my family and I promise to always be your biggest fan. To love you, when it's easy and when it's hard. I promise to always be silly with you. I promise to love you always and to annoy you with my tone-deaf singing for the rest of our lives. I am so stupid excited to spend the rest of my life with you, as husband and wife, even though we both know you were never going to get rid of me even if we never got married," she teased with a smile, wiping at the tears that were building up in her eyes.

Brett Of course, seeing her tear up was making him already more of a mess than he was. While there was a time he could hold it together, today was not that day. He actually didn't care how emotional he looked, as many had said before him, it was the happiest day of his life. He listened carefully as she went on to her own vows, reaching for a tissue in his pocket that he had knowingly prepared. Laughing as she talked about some anecdotes that he thought was a perfect description of their relationship. There was no one else better for him, and he liked to think he was good enough for her. Laughing with her as she mentioned her singing, he reached for one of her hands as she finished reading, leaning to kiss it before turning toward the minister.

Haley smiled as Brett lifted her hand up to kiss it before they turned their attention back to the minister. Little moments like that were Haley's favorite. Of course, she appreciated a grand gesture, but small, hardly noticeable moments were more of Brett's style and she loved that about him. Haley focused her attention back onto the minister as he explained that they would now exchange their rings. She watched as Brett turned to Keegan to get her ring from him. Once Brett's eyes were back on her, the minister told Brett to repeat after him, "With this ring, I pledge my love and faithfulness to you, today, tomorrow and always." Haley smiled as the ring was slipped on her finger, her eyes never leaving Brett's until she had to turn to AJ to get Brett's ring. Turning to face Brett, she repeated the exact same thing from the minister that Brett had just said, slipping the ring onto his finger, more tears building up in her eyes as she realized they had done it. Now the minister just had to pronounce them husband and wife before letting them kiss and then it was all officially official.

Brett "I now pronounce you husband and wife" Brett heard as he was still completely focussed in Haley. When wasn't he anyway? It was crazy to him, they were still the two kids that had fallen in love years prior. Never did he picture himself settling that fast, but he didn't know Haley before that, with her everything made sense. "You may now kiss the bride." Brett looked down at her with a grin, leaning in to kiss her as their friends and family cheered on them, a smile on his lips as he kissed his now wife.

Haley smiled with tears in her eyes as she heard the minister pronounce them as husband and wife and then gave Brett the okay to kiss her. She leaned up just a bit as her lips met his, wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling into the kiss. A laugh escaped her lips against his as she heard the hoots and hollers from their friends. Haley moved her right arm from Brett's neck to flash a thumbs up at the crowd. When they finally pulled away, Haley wrapped her left arm around Brett's waist, pulling him close so she could rest her head against his side while the recessional began. Grant and Caitlin met in the middle to walk back up the aisle followed by Justin and Cami, Cole and Lili, and finally, Keegan and AJ. The happy couple linked arms and followed after their friends. Haley couldn't wipe the smile off of her face, almost certain it was permanently stuck there, but she didn't mind. This was the happiest day of her life, surrounded by the people she loved most in this world - one of those people being her husband. The word sounded silly in her head, but she had a feeling she'd be used to it by the end of the night.

#p001: forever i do.#( forever i'm yours. forever i do. braley wedding '19. )

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cassiefanfic · 5 years

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Stay With Me Part Two: Found

Part: 2 of 4

Fandom: Marvel/ Avengers

Character/Ship: Loki x Reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Mr. and Mrs. Bradley (Original Characters), Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton

Warning: Fluff, Angst, Pregnancy, mentions of violence

Writer: Cassie

Words: 3954

Requested by: Anon on @thefandomimagine

Summary: After a couple of months of being in New York and living with the Bradleys, coming to terms with being powerless and a single mother-to-be, Y/N is slowly learning to adapt to Midgardian life. While working one day, Steve Rogers comes to her checkout counter, with his pearly white smile and a whole new world for Y/N to learn.

[Based off of:] http://thefandomimagine.tumblr.com/post/99044716364/submitted-by-anonymous

Author’s Note: This takes place a month after the Battle of New York.

This was beta’ed by @kittenofdoomage who is amazing and I adore her so much. Go check her out!!!

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Y/N’s POV

I was not Y/N of Asgard anymore. I was Y/N Bradley of New York State. After two months, we got me new clothes, a doctor to help with my child and a job at a library in New York City. As well as a thing called a car and a piece of plastic called a drivers license. It was a different culture completely. So primitive, so loud, so bright and flashy. I adapted to their technology, getting an iPhone 5 and a laptop, both by a company called Apple.

I learned much of their culture, reading their books, wearing their clothes, watching the moving pictures they called movies or television. Because of my job, I had access to much of their history, a lot about the great battles fought, destruction brought among people mindlessly fighting over similar causes. I learned of the losses and that which we have gained. It was all so… primitive yet fascinating.

Another day I awoke, got dressed in the handmade clothes Mrs. Bradley made for me and went down for breakfast. At my spot was a bowl of blueberry banana oatmeal and a glass of milk. Strange enough, the oatmeal was one of the few things the baby enjoyed and didn’t make me throw back up.

“How do grilled cheese and tomato soup sound Y/N?” Mr. Bradley asked as he tore up his toast into easier bites.

“That would be lovely for lunch! That jelly substance as well please?”

“Jello? I’m glad you like that.” Mrs. Bradley replied gleefully. “I’ll drop it off around 11:30 okay?”

“Yes. But not downtown. We finally have the old location open again.” I reminded before taking another bite of oatmeal.

About a month ago, my fellow librarians and patrons found ourselves trapped inside the library as someone and an army of Chitauri destroyed New York City. After a couple of hours, we were finally rescued by two men, who were called Iron Man and Captain America. I told little to the emergency responders, allowing them to give me an emergency ultrasound to check on my baby, immediately taking the opportunity to see the life growing in me on a tiny black and white screen.

It was small, while I was still only a couple months along. This must’ve been the happiest I was. Having that little grape-sized image in front of me completed me, settled my fear. I couldn’t think about Loki or the Chitauri attack. I could only think of the baby.

I finished eating before getting my bag and hurrying out to my car, giving quick hugs on my way out. Settling in and buckling up, the radio gave me more insight into the New York City recovery, construction, hospitalized patients being let out after their care was completed. I quickly interrupted the monotone voices with the Top 20 popular songs that these Midguardians seemed to enjoy. That’s one thing I never seemed to quite grasp. The music of this planet. Each song on Asgard had its specific purpose, but here, they all had hidden meanings. They were about love but about being alone. They were about anger but also about lust. It was a concept that confused me every day. But it was one out of the three stations I could get on the car radio, so I made do.

The grape had grown to the size of a lime, and the lime kept making me puke and take naps in the back of the check out counter. I somehow distracted myself with the small plastic bag of saltine crackers I hid in my large sweater pocket, the absurdly large water bottle with the label Nalgene I had decorated with a few little things called stickers by my side and the book I kept close, reading it whenever I wasn’t checking out books to various patrons. It was called The Great Gatsby, and it was one of the simpler books I had read from this realm. I was slowly making my way through the whole library through not only Mr. and Mrs. Bradley’s recommendations but from the other librarians, learning the proper phrasing of words on Earth, along with learning the social behaviors of the past and present.

As I read, the world around me escaped, and I focused intensely on the glitz and glamor of the 1920s. I remembered watching a documentary on the 1920s, so I could somewhat visualize it, which was taking up at least half my brain where the words weren't flowing.

"That's a good book." A voice spoke, pulling me from my trance and my focus to the gentleman standing at the counter with four books in his hand. His kind smile radiated with his bright blue eyes. His hair was like honey, glistening in the light from the window. After I stood to help him, I noticed how tall he was as well.

"Excuse me?"

"That book. It's a really good book, didn't care for the films though." He repeated, a soft smile across his face as I bookmarked my page and set the book aside.

"I just started it today. It's going by quite fast," I responded, smiling lightly as he handed me his library card and the small stack of books. I scanned the card and began to check out books for him as he nodded.

"I must've read it 20 times. When you're done with that you should read the Wizard of Oz or maybe ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’." I nodded quickly, pulling out my small notebook and opening it to the book section, where there were many recommendations scribbled down.

"I already read Wizard of Oz but that other one I'll get to next," I whispered as I scribbled it down.

"Looks like you have quite a few people who want you to read things."

"Yeah. Yeah, I am just catching up. It's been a while since I've been able to sit down and read."

He smiled and touched his book stack. "Yeah, I'm in that same spot. Maybe we'll have to swap recommendations. Like over coffee or something?"

I know this line, or a line similar to this. He was courting me, or as the Midguardians called it, asking me out.

"You barely know me. You don't know my name-"

"Y/N. I've seen you around here and you uh- you have a name tag. Look, I don’t mean any harm. You seem like a nice girl."

"Well then..." I looked at the screen, reading his name before looking up at him, "Steve Rogers. When were you planning this coffee-or-something date?"

"Well, my friend knows this great restaurant a block or two down. Maybe we can go there tonight, or tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow would be nice. What time?" I questioned, pulling out a small piece of paper.

"How about 7? Where should I pick you up?"

"I live about 40 minutes out of Manhattan, near New Rochelle. So maybe I should meet you here-"

"It would be a pleasure to come to pick you up. I don't mind at all." He affirmed. I smiled lightly and look down.

"It's just- I live with my parents-"

"And it would be an honor to meet them. Give me your address and I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7. Alright?" He reassured, leaning forward on the counter a bit.

I blushed and quickly wrote down the farm address on a piece of paper for him, along with my phone number and my name. Handing him his receipt and the books, along with the paper, I smiled lightly and questioned, "What kind of this restaurant is this exactly?"

"Fancy-ish. Just wear a dress and bring that beautiful smile okay?" He answered, putting his books in his reusable bag and pocketing the pieces of paper in his jacket pocket. "I'll see you tomorrow night." He smiled lightly and walked out, leaving me with a smile of joy across my face.

The next day, Janice convinced my boss to let me off work three hours early as she covered my shift, joy radiating to her bones that I was finally getting my head out of the books and finding my true ways around New York.

“How long until you will tell him?” She inquired as we checked in books, making sure they weren’t damaged before putting them on the reshelving cart.

“I don’t know. I’m just beginning to show a bit but I don’t know. When should I tell him?”

“After a couple of dates. You don’t want to overwhelm him. If you feel like you can trust him, go ahead. It’s up to you.” She explained, grabbing the last book from my hand with a smile. “Now you go ahead and get ready for tonight. I don’t want you to get caught up in rush hour traffic honey.” She hugged me tightly before handing me my bag, water bottle and a copy of To Kill A Mockingbird before sending me on my way to the parking garage.

I was so excited, my hands trembling in joy as I drove home, and for the first time, I found myself singing along to the music on the radio, not minding if I was off key. After I made my way into the farmhouse, I took a nice hot shower, making sure to use the nicest smelling soap I had, and that my hair was extra clean. Before I even had the chance to grab the yellow dress I had been thinking of all day, Mrs. Bradley came into my room and gave me a light blue wrap dress.

“This is amazing. Did you-”

“I got to work on it the second you finished dinner yesterday. I already had a pattern I was going to use and you made it easy when I was wondering which color to make it. Light blue, like the sky, just like his eyes are supposed to be.” She laid it on the bed before helping me get my necklace on. The necklace I still wore to remind me of Loki, that I am bearing his child, and that I will never see him again.

I smiled sadly and dried my hair before getting into the dress. After brushing my hair and putting on some light makeup, I got on some ballet flats and got a small clutch, making sure my medication for the evening, my phone, and I.D. were inside as a heavy knock sounded from downstairs. I gasped and hurried down,

“You look cold, here,” Steve said as he took off his jacket. It took me a second to realize that in my excitement earlier, I forgot to grab a coat. Steve carefully helped me slip my arms in, wrapping it close to my trembling body with a soft smile. “There you go.”

“Thank you, Steve. Thank you.” I whispered as I held the edges. After dinner, he had offered to walk with me to the ice cream shop for dessert, which I immediately agreed to. I hadn’t ever seen New York at night like this. The only time I did was after the library was destroyed and I was waiting with emergency services until the Bradley’s came to get me.

Steve smiled kindly and nodded, leading me down the sidewalk. I was so caught up in the lights that I didn’t mind his arm around my waist, making sure I was alright. After three blocks I looked over at him and smiled.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” He asked, his face showing his amusement with his wide smile and focused eyes.

“I haven’t been out this late since-” I gulped and looked down. “Since the attack. This is my second time out this late.” My hand shook as I grabbed a bench and sat down. Steve joined me and smiled softly as he listened. “It was about 20 of us trapped in the library. We didn’t want to go outside because we were afraid of what would happen if we did. These two men, everyone called them Iron Man and Captain America, they saved us. They were part of the people called the Avengers. They stopped the attack…. And got us out of there.” I looked up at Steve. “The recovery team took care of me until my parents came and got me. I had to get a new car… mine was destroyed in the attack. I just… I wish I could’ve thanked them.” I looked back down before saying, “I’m not hungry for ice cream anymore.”

Steve nodded. “Okay. Let’s go to the car and I can drive you home.” He got up and held out his hand, which I gently took as I stood. I kept his hand in mine as we walked to the parking garage where he parked. As we got to the car and Steve dug through his pockets for the keys, we heard a click, one that I only heard in films. Steve and I turned around to find three guns pointed at us, two at him, one at me. I’ve seen this in movies, like in Superman from 1978 or in that movie Clueless. I immediately clutched Steve’s arm, the fear of my mortality and lack of Asgardian powers making my hands tremble.

“Give us your wallets. Now.” One of the men who had his gun pointed at Steve demanded.

“I-I don’t have one-”

“Shut it you dumb slut! Both of you! Wallets!” The one pointing his gun at me yelled, causing me to grip onto Steve’s arm tightly. I looked up at Steve to find him standing there with a very displeased look across his face.

“Son, I advise you apologize to her.”

“Steve just give them your wallet okay?” I whispered. He shook his head and stood in front of me.

“What tough guy? You trying to be scary and tough in front of the slut huh?” The other mugger asked as he clicked a bullet into place. I tried to reach for Steve to stop him, but the one that had his gun at me aimed it for my head, causing me to freeze and stare.

“I said to apologize to her. Now.” Steve demanded as his fists clenched.

“The slut doesn’t need an apology-” Steve quickly swung his fist, knocking out the man who had his gun at me immediately.

One of the others grabbed Steve and punched him as the other one grabbed me and pressed me against the car, keeping the gun pointed at my chin as he grabbed Steve’s jacket, trying to feel through his pockets for the wallet. He finally grabbed it, laughing as he threw me to the ground.

I tried to catch myself, but I felt the impact on my head, causing me to wince in pain and grip my head tightly. I slowly looked up to Steve fighting the one that just had the gun pointed at me. I looked to see the other two unconscious on the ground as Steve grabbed the man and punched him hard, knocking him out. He retrieved his wallet and hurried to my side, checking my head as I looked up at him with blurred vision.

“S-Steve- What has gotten into you?” I shakily asked as he pocketed my phone and his wallet. He sighed and picked me up, setting me in the passenger seat of the car carefully and buckling me up.

“I got a friend that can patch you up. Just calm down and I’ll explain soon.” He said before closing the door and going to the driver’s side. He began to drive through the city, gripping the steering wheel tightly in anger. I weakly reached over, not caring how much I wanted to sleep, or how much my head hurt, and touched his arm, causing him to relax a little. I gave him a soft smiled before my eyes closed, allowing the darkness to pull me away.

About two hours later, I woke up to the feeling of warmth surrounding me and an unfamiliar feeling on my head. Not pain, but it was comfortable. I slowly opened my eyes as different voices fill my ears.

“Thank you, Bruce. I didn’t know who to turn to and the hospital didn’t feel like a right choice-”

“It’s okay Steve. Are you ready for when she wakes up though? I’m sure if she wakes up here, she will have a few questions.”

“I know. I know. I’ll figure it out. When will everyone else be back?”

“Clint and Nat will be back soon, Tony probably is on his way up from his lab.”

“And Thor?”

“He’s just in his room- Look who’s awake?”

Looking up as my vision adjusted, Steve was across the room with a slightly shorter man who had brown hair, some glasses, and a suit on. Steve crossed the room quickly to be at my side.

“Steve I-”

“How are you feeling? Do you need water?”

“Steve, what happened back there? And who is this? Where am I?” I demanded as I began to sit up.

Steve placed a hand on my shoulder and pressed gently, causing me to lay back down before letting out a soft sigh. “You’re at the Avengers Tower. This is my friend Bruce. You hit your head back at the parking garage and I needed to make sure you were okay. Would you like some water?’

I nodded slowly and Bruce walked over with a nice cold cup of water, smiling softly. After drinking some I looked around before looking up at Steve. “Wait, why are we in the Avengers Tower?”

“Y/N I-”

“I heard we had a guest!” A loud voice erupted from the elevator, causing us all to look over. I knew that face, of course, I had to know it. The man walked over and I couldn’t stop my own words from falling out of my mouth.

“You’re Tony Stark.”

“Yes, I am! Capsicle, this is not what I expected but you do have good taste-”

“Capsicle? Steve, what is he talking about?” I interrupted, looking at him with shock.

Steve moved a bit closer and sighed. “Remember the library? Where those two men saved you?” I nodded slowly, allowing him to continue. “Tony is Iron Man, Bruce is the Hulk, and I’m-”

“You’re Captain America,” I whispered, sitting up a bit. This time he didn't stop me, he was too busy looking down ashamed to do that. I sighed softly and hugged him close, bringing shock to not only him, but the other two. “Thank you,” I whispered in his ear. I then shakily stood and hugged Tony before sitting.

“I’ll take that as you’re not mad?” Steve asked, shock drawn across his face. I shook my head and smiled softly.

“First you saved my life, and then took me on one of the best dates I’ve had in a long time. Why would I be mad Steve?” I replied, holding his hand as I rested back. “So… Captain America?”

Steve smiled and nodded. “Yep. With the shield and everything.”

“That makes you about 100 years old.” I laughed softly. “I can say, for an old man you’re quite attractive.” I continued.

Right as Steve was about to answer, the elevator opened again and a loud voice erupted. “100 is nothing. Try 1000- Y/N?”

I sat up quickly as the figure entered the room and stared at me. I slowly began to stand as the familiarity hit me. “Thor?”

“Lady Y/N.” He replied, a wide smile forming across his face. I ran across the room quickly, hugging him as tight as I could. He picked me up and spun me around, before holding me close. He smelled of Asgard, the smells I longed, the smells I missed. “We’ve all been wondering where you’ve been! It’s been quite a while!”

Tony stepped forward, Steve not too far behind as the questions began to flow.

“How do you and Sparkles know each other?”

“Since when did you know him?”

Thor and I ignored them, completely invested in each other. He finally set me down on my own two feet, but kept a grip on my hips, as I kept a grip on his arms.

“Odin banished me. I thought I’d never see you or Loki again.”

“I know why. Heimdall told me. I deeply apologize for what has happened.”

I shrugged, looking down before asking. “How is he?”

“He was the one that attacked New York. He’s locked up now in an Asgardian prison. But most importantly, he is grieving you.”

“Grieving?”

“He knows father banished you, but not why. He longs your return.”

We were both snapped out of our discussion as Steve spoke up. “Can someone please tell us what is going on here?!”

Thor and I looked from Steve to each other, nodding before I went to sit on the couch, Steve by my side. “It’s a long story.”

After I explained everything to Steve, how I was at one point with Loki, and how I was with his child, I let him process things as I walked out to the balcony. The view was beautiful. I never got a chance to see New York from this high up before. I carefully rubbed my stomach, feeling like I was reassuring the baby, but I was actually reassuring myself. All I could think of were the bad possibilities.

What if they locked me up? What if they took me back to Asgard and locked me up? Would I never see Thor again? Or Steve? And what about Loki? Would I ever really see him again?

I was pulled from my thoughts when a figure joined my side, the redhead everyone called Nat.

“So….” She whispered, turning her gaze to me, as I kept mine to the skyline. “You dated Loki?”

I nodded slowly, looking to her. “For quite a few years before I arrived here.”

“And you are pregnant with his kid?”

“That is why I was banished. Is there a point?”

“Are you… upset? Over what happened a couple of months ago?”

“I wasn’t aware of who it was until….quite recently. All I was told was that the Chitauri attacked. During the attack, I was trapped in the library, so I only saw the aftermath. I don’t know of Loki’s motives besides his grief of my leaving. I have lost everything, Loki, my home. I’ve had to start anew in an unfamiliar place, with nobody I knew. I have to raise this child alone. Of course, I am upset-”

“You’re not alone.” Steve’s voice spoke up, causing both Nat and I to turn to him. He stood in the doorway with his head down, his hands shoved in his pockets.

“Wh-What?”

“You have your “parents”. And you have me. And all of the Avengers. But please, let me help you, Y/N. Let me help you raise this baby. I know I’m not the father and I am no good at understanding kids but-”

“Yes,” I whispered, walking up to him slowly.

“What?” He asked quickly, lifting his head to make eye contact.

“Yes. You can help.” I whispered before hugging his waist, resting my head on his chest. I felt him slowly pull his hands out of his pocket and wrap his arms around me, keeping me close as he rested his chin on the top of my head. “Just… promise you’ll stay Steve. Promise me you’ll stay with me.”

All he gave was a nod and hold me. Nat slipped away to join the others inside, leaving us to hug as the city lights shined bright behind us. Just us. And for the first time in what seemed like forever,

I was home.

#cassiefanfic #stay with me #stay with me series #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #loki x reader #loki fic #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fic #steve rogers fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction

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FFXV Fic - Blue Skies

Nyx finds out how enlightening it can be going on a picnic with his girlfriend's uptight brother.

A fic I did for the Final Fantasy XV White Day Exchange

Here is the link for AO3 if you prefer.

Luna looked practically divine stretched out on the blanket that was spread on the grass. The wind picked up for a brief moment moving her hair in a gentle sweeping motion causing Nyx to smile. He loved that she was finally relaxing after a long day.

Not everyone was comfortable taking naps in front of other people. Granted it was just him and Ravus but Luna still looked amazing. Unlike a certain someone they both knew who would nap away with their face smashed into a pillow complete with a line of drool. Noctis would always deny he did this but they’d all seen it at one point or another. The royal had a penchant for taking naps and it didn’t matter where he was either.

Saving the world saps your energy for sure, Nyx had seen as much with Luna. It’d been nearly a year since all the daemons and Ardyn had been cast away. Peace was finally the only thing rampant throughout the world instead of the scourge. Enjoying a picnic a year earlier would have seemed like a ludicrous idea but here they were soaking up the sun and being lazy.

Even Umbra and Pryna were flaked out beside Luna. Umbra was on his back with all four legs up in the air. Nyx assumed running around a giant field chasing them earlier had done the trick. Pryna looked a little more dignified and was snoring lightly.

Nyx was seriously debating about lying down next to Luna but he could already hear Ravus whining in the back of his head. He needed to loosen up, they’d been dating nearly two years but that didn’t stop her big brother from being a total bummer sometimes.

“Oh just do it already.” Ravus sighed from the corner of the blanket he was sitting cross legged on.

“Why so you can gripe about it in the background. No thanks, I’ll keep my cuddling efforts private.” Nyx huffed.

“That’s not what I was talking about.”

Nyx was confused now, what the heck was he going on about. “You’ll have to elaborate there for me I’m not following.”

“I know you have a ring for her, I’ve seen the box. Why haven’t you asked yet? You’ve had that box for nearly two months now.” Ravus asked with a serious face. “Do you not think my sister will make you happy?”

Nyx was stunned, the last thing he was expecting was for Ravus to be questioning him about his future plans with Luna. Finally his thoughts ordered themselves in some semblance and he responded. “Ravus I love Luna with all my heart and she’s already made me the happiest man alive. Honestly I haven’t asked her yet because I couldn’t figure out how to get your permission first. You can be a bit of a tool sometimes.” He finished with a smug look.

“Hmmphff, I hadn’t considered that.” He huffed. “Well then ask me.”

“What so you can say no!” Nyx whined.

“So If I honestly told you no you would stop dating my sister?” Ravus asked with a look of shock.

“Um – not quite but it would seriously put a damper on my future plans.”

“I repeat again, ask me.”

Taking a deep breath Nyx sat up a little straighter from where he was sprawled on the blanket. “Ravus, I would very much like to marry your sister and take care of her for as long as I live. I would be eternally grateful if you were to give your blessing to our union.” The glaive finished with a somewhat shy look. Ravus was correct and if he said no Nyx would still be with Luna but it would change the vibe, that wasn’t something he wanted to have happen.

Ravus took nearly a minute to respond he was clearly enjoying torturing Nyx with the delay. “I’ll have you know that if you ever make my sister unhappy I will personally come find you and destroy you.” Pausing for effect more than anything he finally continued. “I will however grant you my blessing. Though I am loath to admit it I believe Luna truly does love you.”

The squeal that erupted from behind Nyx caused him to flinch and yell out loud. Luna shot straight up from where she had supposedly been napping with the biggest smile Nyx had ever seen on her shining face.

“Do you mean it Ravus?” She asked while waving her hands around like a little girl. “You have to walk me down the aisle and I will want to dance with you as well. Oh please tell me you are being serious!” Luna pleaded.

Umbra was up and barking since Luna was so excited. Pryna lifted her head and after licking her chops decided that napping would be a better choice and promptly returned to that activity.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like that Luna. I want you to be happy as well.” Ravus added with a frown. “If this glaive makes you feel that way then I will of course be more than willing to do as you ask.”

“Eeeee I’m getting married!” Luna breathed excitedly.

Nyx felt a little out of the loop as he sat and watched them discuss his proposal that hadn’t even happened yet. Surprisingly it was Ravus who held his hand up and motioned to Nyx. “I believe you may be getting ahead yourself Luna. I think Nyx has to ask you something first.”

Luna closed her mouth so quickly her teeth clicked. Nyx would swear later when he retold the story to all his friends that Luna was actually vibrating in place with anticipation. Taking a deep breath he dug into his pants pocket and pulled out a small blue velvet covered box. It only took a moment to reposition himself on one knee in front of the oracle. She was wide eyed and shaking slightly. “Luna, would you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Will you marry me?” He asked with a calm voice.

“Yes! Of course I accept!” Luna squealed as Nyx took her hand and placed the ring on her finger. The second the ring was in place Luna threw her arms around his neck and started kissing his face. “I can’t believe this is happening to me right now.” She breathed in between kisses.

“Get a room.” Ravus added dryly but his smile betrayed his true feelings. “Perhaps when you are both done sucking face we could eat the food we brought. This was supposed to be a picnic wasn’t it?”

“I might need a nap first!” Nyx exclaimed. “You two and your antics wore me out!” For the first time in the history of Eos Nyx witnessed Ravus and Luna laughing at the same time. They both honest to gods giggled and it was almost too much to bear.

Ravus took pity on him and stopped teasing them. He instead began setting up the food as they came down off their high. Soon enough the three were silently munching away on cute sandwiches and chips. Luna perked up after a few minutes with a devious look in her eyes. “I think I know who would make the perfect ring bearer.”

“No.” Ravus cut in. “That is silly.”

“What is? What are you two talking about?” Nyx asked trying to catch up.

“Oh come on it would be so cute.” Luna trilled.

“Who are you talking about?” Nyx asked again.

“Umbra obviously.” Luna offered like it was the most normal thing on the planet.

“What if he decides to time hop while walking down the aisle?” Nyx asked horrified.

“Don’t be such a stick in the mud babe; Umbra wouldn’t do that to us. Right?” She asked while looking at the dog in question. Umbra simply barked and wagged his tail.

“Ravus help me.” Nyx pleaded with a small smile. “Isn’t that what brother in laws do?”

Ravus to his credit did try and talk his sister out the idea but in the end Luna had only added Pryna to the mix. Claiming two dogs were better than one so both men gave up and decided to take a nap instead.

Lying on the blanket and staring at the clouds going by Nyx couldn’t wait until the big day. He was so happy that Ravus had given them their blessing and that Luna had said yes! Now the only thing left to ponder was whether their magical ring bearing dogs would be coming on the honeymoon.

#ffxv #fanfic #lunanyx

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shimmersing · 6 years

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Something Better

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Chapter 1: The Unaccounted-For Child

“Younglings, this way! Hurry!” Jedi Master Faron called, sweeping the children past him into a small classroom. His five – no, four - young charges scampered through the open door and darted into the shadows, feeling their minder’s urgency. Master Faron glanced down the hallway before silently closing the door behind him. Children scrambled under tables and behind benches as the Jedi Temple quaked around them.

“M-m-master Faron?” a wavering voice called.

“Hush now, younglings. We must be silent,” Faron shushed, reaching out in the Force to brush each young mind reassuringly. In return he felt fear, confusion, and anxiety, though it calmed minutely at his touch. Beyond their tiny study room, there was even worse: pain, anguish, and… death.

“Little ones. Listen to me,” the minder whispered, “Search your memories. Find the very happiest one you know and meditate on it. Live in that memory.” Faron closed his eyes, an instant of regret, an instant of concern. Then he detached his lightsaber from his belt.

Master Faron hadn’t powered on the weapon in more than twenty years. He carried it as the symbol it was: to demonstrate that he was a member of the Jedi Order. He’d never had to kill, only rarely had to defend himself even at the worst of times. The empath had spent much of his time as a Jedi training initiates like himself, some of the most vulnerable of Force-sensitive children.

He continued to observe his young students, settling into peaceful meditations as he’d asked. He projected one last soothing aura and then left the room in silence, lightsaber gripped in his hand. They were coming.

Sith.

Master Faron ignited his lightsaber: green, traditional for a consular. He gazed into the blade’s bright glow for a moment, and then the attackers swept around the corner. The sage found himself recoiling from the aura of dark side energy surrounding the three Sith who approached.

“Well, well, well, my friends. What is this now?” The closest – human, barely more than a girl - sneered, whipping the ruby blade of her lightsaber around in a lazy circle. Master Faron shifted to a defensive stance and remained silent.

A Zabrak female, her horns tipped in black, sniggered. “A minder? Like a nursemaid?” She edged up behind the leader, leering. “Obviously he’s protecting some little innocent Jedi younglings around here.”

Master Faron stiffened, a shock of panic racing up his spine. He felt one of his students falter in his blissful meditation, surprised and curious. The final Sith, a rangy human, lightsaber unlit, pushed past the other two and stood face to face with the consular.

“We aren’t here to play games, you two nitwits,” he hissed, circling to Faron’s left side, away from the classroom door. The Jedi followed his movements closely, keeping his lightsaber as a ward between himself and the Sith, between his charges and the darkness.

“Fine, then, if you’re going to be that way about it. He looks too soft for me, anyway,” the first replied, shrugging and deactivating her lightsaber with a snap. The Zabrak giggled again, no mirth in the sound at all.

“You can’t protect them, you know,” the man said. The gaze of the Sith was tinged with red, just the slightest glow marring otherwise perfectly normal human eyes. Faron shook his head.

“It is not whether I can or cannot, Sith. It is what is determined by the Force. You cannot understand.”

The Sith smiled maliciously, his eyes blazing brighter for a moment. “It’s not that I cannot, poor Jedi. It’s that I simply don’t care.”

And then he attacked. Master Faron blocked the first two blows, but a third seared deep into his shoulder, a jolt of fiery agony that left his weapon hand numb. His lightsaber dropped from nerveless fingers, the blade sizzling out instantly. A vast roar sounded, the rumble of stone and mortar breaking apart. Dust fell between the two opponents as they glared into each other’s eyes. One of the younglings in the classroom screamed.

“See, Master Jedi? There is nothing you can do. We will tear this temple down atop you; it will be your tomb. The Jedi are finished.”

Jedi Master Faron straightened boldly, facing the Sith. “Our work is never finished, young man. The Jedi live on. The galaxy will see peace again.” He paused, reaching out to his initiates, a final touch of calm and… love. “You cannot win.”

The Sith smiled bleakly, shook his head, and raised his lightsaber. “On the contrary.” His blade struck-

Aitahea shot upright, grasping the sheets to her throat. A cry was trapped in her chest, binding her heart into a knot, painful and tight. Where am I?

The room was shadowed and unfamiliar. The viewport across from her opened onto star shine. Ah, yes. She was on the Luminous, the ship entrusted to her by the Council upon her departure from Coruscant. They were en route to Taris, fearing that a Jedi studying the planet was suffering the same malady as Master Yuon. With a heavy sigh, Aitahea touched a hand to her brow, feeling the weight of Yuon’s shielding in her mind. The burden was worth it.

She looked to her left in the faint light, eyes drawn to the metallic cylinder of her lightsaber hilt on the bedside stand. It lay there solid and real, and she reached out with a trembling hand to touch it, to feel the reassurance of cool metal and crystal. Her fingers curled around the weapon and she pulled it into her lap, the comfortable weight soothing.

More than ten years later and the Sacking of Coruscant still haunted her. She had been only a child, an initiate, when the tenuous peace began in the wake of the Sith Empire’s attack – Aitahea now held the power and prestige that could have saved them all. Her fellow younglings and Master Faron, all gone, and only she remained.

Wakeful but now calm, Aitahea considered the vision, taking it to pieces and examining each part without emotion. Part dream, part memories that were not her own, shared through the Force. She hadn’t been in the Jedi Temple when was attacked and couldn’t know of this specific event. Saved by a twist of fate, a simple scheduling occurrence that had placed her safely elsewhere on Coruscant as the temple was razed. She was the fifth youngling, the unaccounted-for child.

An exceptional empath, young Aitahea hadn’t needed to be near the temple to feel the suffering of her friends and teachers. Aitahea and her younger sister sat on either side of their father, gleefully watching as their mother was honored for her work as an educator. Aitahea had gone rigid and white as snow when the Sith attack on the Temple began. The young initiate had gasped like one drowning, and moments later the doors crashed in. Imperial soldiers had flooded into the academy, weapons aimed and ready.

Though they weren’t Jedi, it was Aitahea’s parents who saved everyone that day. After calming the audience, Aitahea’s mother negotiated a detainment period for the faculty and attendees of the academy in attendance that evening. Rather than the devastation that could have occurred, the Daviin family kept their precious community calm, and two days later when the Treaty of Coruscant was passed, all the captives had been released unharmed… including Aitahea, her Force-sensitivity and Jedi training carefully hidden.

And she knew she owed everything to them. Her parents, who continued to teach. The remaining Jedi who whisked her off Courscant and continued her training. Her master, her friends, and those who had perished at the hands of the Sith.

When Aitahea dreamed of the Jedi Temple, all her trials, all her knowledge, all her triumphs against the Sith felt small next to the sacrifices of those who had come before her.

There was no point in lingering on the sadness of the past; that way lay the dark side. With a sigh, the consular set her lightsaber down again and rose from her bed, smoothing back the soft coverlet before tapping the control pad to brighten the room. Her quarters on the Luminous were austere but comfortable in typical Jedi aesthetic. It was even starting to feel a little like home.

She plaited her ashen hair into a neatly woven braid coiled around her head, then dressed in the earthtone robes of the Order. She wore almost no armor, relying instead on more peaceful methods of interaction. When diplomacy failed to diffuse a dangerous situation, the light tunic and robes allowed for the agility and speed she preferred. She’d just slipped into the subtly-patterned chestnut cloak when the comm in her room pinged.

“Master, are you awake?” A robotic voice called across the connection. It was the ship’s droid, fretfulness pitching his vocalizations higher than expected. “I’m deeply sorry to disturb your rest, Master, but we’re coming up on Taris.”

“Thank you, See-Two, I’ll be out in a moment.”

“Of course, Master.”

Aitahea smiled at the earnest voice, then ran a hand lightly over her hair one last time, smoothing a few strands back into the coronet. She left the hood of her cloak down and clipped her lightsaber to her belt before exiting her quarters. The Luminous hosted not only herself and the fretful protocol droid, but her friend and pilot, Prelsiava Tern. Sia, as the Mirialan liked to be called, had joined Aitahea during her visit to Coruscant as she quested for a cure for her Master, Yuon Par.

Fortunately, Yuon’s cure had indeed been found. Aitahea had sought out the Noetikons scattered throughout the capital world and brought them together, making a dangerous journey to the demolished Jedi Temple to learn their secrets.

The visit to her childhood home would have been unsettling enough but having to set foot in the shattered Jedi Temple after so many years stirred emotions in her that she’d thought resolved. Perhaps that had been the source of her lurid vision… of course. It was only an ordinary dream, her unconscious mind simply sorting out her feelings as she slept.

In the main room, Aitahea shook her head before activating the holocomm, stepping back to see Syo Bakarn. “Master,” she acknowledged and offered a respectful bow.

“Aitahea, it’s good to hear from you. The Council has sensed your arrival on Taris. An intriguing world.”

“It is, Master. I reviewed the history while we traveled. This is the site of Bastila Shan’s escape from the Empire, if I’m recalling correctly.”

“That, as well as being a world much like Coruscant, before Darth Malak caused the destruction that reduced them to poisoned swamplands.” Master Syo continued, giving Aitahea the details of her mission on Taris while she made notes on her datapad.

“I’ll do everything I can for Master Tykan, and I’ll be watching for evidence regarding the creator of this plague.”

“Thank you, Aitahea. It may be possible that your skills will be required for other tasks on Taris. Assist where you can, but do not tarry. We will be waiting on your word. Good luck.”

“The Force will be with us, Master.”

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Oscar Nomination Reactions and Thoughts, 2018 Edition Plus, my favorite films and performances of 2017

Today, the Oscar nominees were revealed and overall there was much rejoicing (from me, at least). A lot of really incredible films and people were nominated. Some crazy barriers were broken (go Rachel Morrison, first EVER woman to be nominated for cinematography). Genre films got recognized in the best picture category (sci fi/fantasy! horror! comedy!). A comic book movie got nominated for a writing category. Music from the likes of Sufjan Stevens and Radiohead’s Jonny Greenwood got recognized. Love stories of many different types (queer/interracial/S&M/interspecies?) were on equal footing for once. People of color showed up in acting, writing, directing, and best picture categories, and several of them are the odds on favorites to win. All that being said, I still have plenty of thoughts and wishes about this year’s crop of nominees. So let’s dive in.

Best Picture I have to caveat that I have not yet seen The Post or Darkest Hour; the rest of the nominees I have seen and either like or love. My personal fave here is Get Out; closely followed by Call Me By Your Name and Lady Bird. Those are my top three movies of the year. My personal list for best picture would also include:

The Big Sick Colossal The Florida Project Good Time Logan Lucky Wonder Woman

I realize that some of these have not even been in the awards conversation, but those were my favorite films of 2017. In particular, I’m really sad that with ten possible slots, the Oscar voters didn’t find room in their hearts for Wonder Woman here. It received both positive critical acclaim and major box office love. I personally found it incredibly moving and inspiring, to an extent I can’t say I have ever felt about another superhero movie. In a year where Hollywood is trying to right many of the wrongs women have experienced, Diana is this amazing symbol of female power and goodwill. I know the movie itself is not perfect--the ending in particular faltered a bit for me--but a movie with a female director and star that did well with audiences worldwide... seems like a no-brainer. Especially when we have not one but two movies about the plight of British men in World War II nominated for best picture this year.

Best Director So so so excited for both Greta Gerwig and Jordan Peele here. Also, despite my personal lack of investment in Dunkirk as a movie, I am really happy for Christopher Nolan since he has never been nominated despite being one of the best filmmakers working. Likewise, while I prefer their earlier films to this year’s offerings from both Paul Thomas Anderson and Guillermo Del Toro, I’m a fan of both those guys. Nonetheless! I still would’ve filled out my own ballot a bit differently, honoring Dee Rees for Mudbound and Sean Baker for The Florida Project. Both of them brought a lot of personal vision to their films, and put in the work to get the details right.

Best Actress My money and my love are on Frances McDormand here. She’s a badass lady and totally killed it with this role. I also admire the other actresses on this list, in particular Saoirse Ronan as the title character in Lady Bird. That being said, once again my own picks diverge from those of the Academy. So here’s who I’d be nominating instead:

Anne Hathaway, Colossal Charlize Theron, Atomic Blonde Vicki Krieps, Phantom Thread Brooklynn Prince, The Florida Project

Also worthy of consideration: Haley Lu Richardson in Columbus, a subtle yet wonderful performance.

Best Actor I am thrilled for Daniel Kaluuya and Timothee Chalamet in particular here, even though smart money is on Gary Oldman to win. I can’t comment on his Churchill performance yet, so perhaps I should reserve judgment, but of the ones I have seen, here’s who would fill out the other three spots in my bracket:

Robert Pattinson, Good Time Hugh Jackman, Logan Andy Serkis, War for the Planet of the Apes

Best Supporting Actress I have my fingers crossed so hard for Laurie Metcalf on this one. She’s so real and raw as the mom in Lady Bird, making a potentially unlikable character sympathetic. I will jump for joy if she wins. However, it’s leaning toward Allison Janney, another actress I adore in a role that felt a bit one-note to me. I’m stoked that Mary J. Blige is on this list, and I would also be thrilled if she won. I have no beef with Lesley Manville (who is superb in Phantom Thread) or Octavia Spencer (who doesn’t have much to do in Shape of Water)... but my list would have to include Holly Hunter for The Big Sick and Tiffany Haddish for Girls Trip. I mean. Come on. I’d take those two over Spencer and Janney in a heartbeat. Kelly Marie Tran would have been a nice inclusion also, for her memorable turn in Star Wars: The Last Jedi.

Best Supporting Actor This is the category with the snub I’m the most mad about: Michael Stuhlbarg in Call Me By Your Name. Even though I knew it was a possibility, I can’t believe he got shut out. He’s easily the best part of that wonderful, beautiful film--peaches and Armie Hammer dances aside. As for the ones who did make it in, I am happiest about Willem Dafoe. The others are fine but I’d swap out Woody Harrelson for Jason Mitchell (Mudbound) and Richard Jenkins for the aforementioned Stuhlbarg. It’s hard for me to say anything negative about one of my all-time favorites Sam Rockwell, but I’d have been a lot more excited if Daniel Craig had made it in for his hilarious turn in Logan Lucky or if Patrick Stewart had gotten a well-earned nod for Logan. Other Observations In cinematography, my biggest joys are Rachel Morrison and Roger Deakins. I would’ve also loved to see Vittorio Storaro for his gorgeous work on Wonder Wheel, and Elisha Christian for Columbus. I’m bummed Colossal didn’t get any acknowledgement for writing, since it was a super original concept. Likewise, I think Logan Lucky deserved some love in the writing categories but I suppose that was a pretty stacked group. In documentary features, I only saw one: Kedi. I loved it though--it’s about cats! So maybe it was only worthy in my eyes, but you should see it and decide for yourself. For film editing, I’m glad Baby Driver got in and wish Good Time had. That movie kept up such a frenetic pace and I think my heart was still pounding a good ten minutes after the credits rolled. That’s all my Oscar Thoughts for now! Chime in with your own, and join me in watching all the awards get handed out on March 4th.

#oscars #oscars2018 #movies #getout #lady bird #call me by your name #the big sick #colossal #the florida project #good time #robert pattinson #logan lucky #wonder woman #columbus movie #girls trip

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Gishwhes 2017 - CultofCaffeine

This years Gish was just as much fun as previous years! I think I had the most fun this year being able to gish with my best friends (Alex and @cassondrawinchester) as well as a lot of the girls I did it last year with! We had an excellent team, and I made a few new friends, and we got up to some crazy stuff.

I think the highlight this year was getting to scare the crap out of my dad and despite some questionable 'cult like' behavior, we weren't arrested. So, win on that one! And meeting @pherryt at the Gish get together!!!

Now, the reason you're all actually here... Here is our team's submissions!

#2 There was a hobby or talent that you used to do when you were younger that you stopped doing for whatever reason. Do it again. Now.

#4 As anyone who reads “Cosmopolitan” magazine knows, bohemian eco-chic weddings are all the rage. Let’s see a wedding dress made from recycled office paper.

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#6 Re-enact the experience of your birth, using (only) shadow puppets.

#8 The year is 2021. Of all the unique and amazing human specimens on Earth, it was hard for the aliens to choose which ones to collect, but your team stood out as being excessively weird & worth “analysis". Your entire team was abducted and put into an alien specimen box. In grid form, show each member of your team along with a card explaining where they got you (city, country) and a word stating what special characteristic makes you unique.

#9 I can assure you, THAT has never been frozen in jello before! How did you manage to do that?!

#10 Pizza was invented in Italy in 997 AD to honor the Queen Consort, Queen Margherita. The next significant event in Italian history was the start of the Renaissance Period in the 14th century, which spawned a revival in art, architecture, science and learning. Let’s celebrate these two seminal moments in Italian history. Bake a Pizza decorated as a Renaissance painting that would make the Old Masters proud.

#12 Many of us have lost pets in our lifetime. As a memorial to a loved pet that is now frolicking in the clouds chasing or sniffing whatever it was that pet liked to chase/sniff, write a poem or haiku about that loved one, or create a small shrine in nature comprised of items the pet loved and a photo of him or her.

#13 (Side by side) A child drawing of their idea of happiness. Then, make it happen.

Stormy misses her grandma who lives in Kentucky and what would make her happiest is if she was able to come to visit her!

#14 Over the years gishwhes has always been a supporter of first responders (firemen, paramedics, ER medics, nurses, police, etc.). Let’s give them one last treatment of a proper gishwhes “THANK YOU!” Find your nearest and dearest first responders and bring them The Most Epic Cookies or Pastries the World Has Ever Seen (MECOPWHES).

#15 Groucho Marx a piece of fruit. No, we don’t know what this means either, but we’re excited to see what you come up with.

#17 Spicy Art! Using the spices you have in your spice cupboard, make a picture of your favorite (1) comic book cover, or (2) cartoon character. Either submit it alone, or as a side-by-side image comparison.

#19 (Side-by-side image) A photo of your pet and a photo of the portrait of your pet that you have made from their own food and treats.

#20 This family’s toys get into sweet, crazy escapades at night while the kids are sleeping. Your family’s toys make that family’s toys look like do-gooders. Let’s see what happened with your family’s toys while you slept last night.

#22 We finally have a confirmed sighting of a mythical beast from urban legends (Bigfoot, Nessie, Yeti, etc.) suffering the effects of climate change.

#23 This morning, my daughter, Maison reported having seen a “moon fairy” while I was sleeping last night. As you know, the rarely-seen moon fairies are mischievous, nocturnal creatures who participate in synchronized, representational flight. Using a long exposure and flashlights (or other movable light sources) photograph these elusive beasts.

#24 She wore a raspberry beret… Wear a beret made out of raspberries as you shop in a second-hand store.

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#26 (Create an old-school STOP MOTION film - up to 1 minute.) A Romeo and Juliet story... Two young virile socks (unmatched) meeting, falling in love, being kept apart and finally ending tragically.

#29 It is either winter or summer where you are. (If it is not, please contact our support so we can send NASA to find you.) There’s something you love to do outdoors in the winter or summer where you live. Do the activity you love to do in the opposite season that you are in.

#30 THIS ITEM MUST BE POSTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA PRIOR TO THE END OF THE HUNT! NEW LEASH ON LIFE USA adopts otherwise unadoptable dogs and sends them through a unique training program. Shelter pets rarely get any attention and millions are put down each year. Many times this can be avoided if people on the Interwebs (who would like and could responsibly own a pet) were to see how cute, available, lonely and cuddly they are. Let’s save a pet or two (or thousands). Grab a friend or two and visit a shelter. Spend some time with one or more of the pets there. Post a selfie of your favorite pet looking for a “forever home” on Twitter (tagging @NewLeashUSA) or Instagram (tagging @NewLeashOnLifeUSA), using hashtag #adoptmeplease, and the social media handle or name of the shelter (so people can contact them). Submit the image you take on our site, but provide the link to your social media post link in the comment field of the submit page.

https://www.instagram.com/p/BXtiZY5ADuC/

#34 As this is likely the last year of gishwhes we should probably do something to memorialize it. A lot of folks have been saying, “Save gishwhes!” But we say, “Shave “gishwhes”... into the back of your head.” Try to match the amazing logo that Olivia Desianti formed way back when - which we still use today. Bonus points if you include the current or a former gishwhes hybrid mascot in your masterpiece. The same design shaved into a thick matt of back or chest hair would be an acceptable substitute. A little red lipstick makes this pop!

#35 Hand a bouquet of flowers (or a single flower) to a person leaving a house of worship that is not your religion. For example, if you are a Christian, you could hand a bouquet of flowers to someone leaving a mosque. If you’re Jewish, hand flowers to someone at a Christian church, etc. With the flowers, attach a note saying something in your own words, but to the effect of: “I may not worship in the same building as you, and I may not pray to the same prophets, but I am grateful to be sharing this planet with you in peace.”

#36 The dewey decimal system has long been responsible for keeping good books apart— books that clearly deserve to spend a life together on library shelves. For that matter, it seems so many libraries go out of their way to keep perfectly good literary companions apart as they separate fact from fiction, biography from archaeology, science fiction from politics. Be the matchmaker literature needs and get creative at your local library or bookstore. Show the spines of at least six books together in a library or bookstore (the more titles the better) the titles of which create the perfect oxymoronic sentence or phrase. - Monica Duff Teacher says, When you reach me this dark endeavor revealed first lights glow.

#37 No one talks about the fact that the destruction of the Death Star put thousands of Stormtroopers out of work. Luckily the Empire has a pretty robust social safety net and most of them have been retrained and placed in new jobs, the majority of which have been in the transportation sector. Let’s see a stormtrooper driving/flying a large passenger vehicle. Must be for mass transit, not just a car or a van. A subway, train, bus, ferry, plane, etc.

#38 THIS ITEM MUST BE POSTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA PRIOR TO THE END OF THE HUNT! Pick a celebrity social media image post (or an advertisement) and recreate it with a subtle twist like like Celeste Barber does here. Tweet, Instagram or FB post your image side-by-side with the original image, “#embracereality @gishwhes” and your team name. (You may also tag or mention the celebrity or brand you are satirizing.) Submit the image you take side-by-side with the original one, but provide the link to your social media post in the comment field of the submit page.

https://twitter.com/courie969/status/896455455656075265

#41 Show us your own personal “Stairway to Heaven” -Dylan Cacador

#42 You ever heard of “pond dipping”? “river bugging”? Neither have we - but let’s not let that stop us. Invent and show off your own *SAFE* summer wet, wild and messy activity and caption it with a clever name.

#43 Never judge a book by its cover… or bread by its shape. Bake bread or cookies into the shape of something you would DEFINITELY not want to eat. (We hate to have to say this every year, but pornographic pastries will result in docked points.)

#46 THE FINAL “KALE” ART. (Please note that per Commandment #4 of the 2017 Hunt, this word and material as a Hunt item is not permitted. We are aware of this. That being said, we do not care. You still may not use the word “kale”. Henceforth, it shall be called [REDACTED] BUT you may use it as a material for this item.) Therefore, take a SINGLE glorious piece of [REDACTED] and, using whatever adornments or other decoratives, clipping patterns, etc., create a stunning, museum worthy piece of art that shall then be showcased (and submitted as such) as an ornamental headpiece on you.

#48 As most people know, roosters enjoy a good sunrise. But other farm animals enjoy sunrises and sunsets, too. Let's see a photo of you, some friends or companions (such as your dog), and a sheep, horse, cow, or other non-rooster barnyard animal, watching the sun rise or set together. Bonus points if the spectacular skies are reflected in water in front of you.

#49 There’s something important that your local or national politicians are not attending to properly. Stand in front of something that represents the issue/right/minority group/etc. that you care about and that your politicians are not adequately protecting and hold a large, hand-written sign with a message to the powers that be. Tweet this image to an elected official with the power to do something to help tagged “#gishwhesrights”. Submit the image and a link to your tweet in the comments.

https://twitter.com/casschindler/status/895052460682878976

#51 Anyone who serves in the military is risking their life to serve their nation. Being respectful to not trespass on military grounds, stand in front of a large military craft, ship, tank, or plane with an inclusive sign of thanks to every service member of every kind. You may post this image on social media prior to the end of the hunt, if you choose. Submit the image with a link to your post in the comment section (if you chose to post it). https://twitter.com/casschindler/status/895053091153874945

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#52 (Time-lapse up to 30 seconds.) Paint a dignified portrait of a President, Prime Minister, King, or Queen. But we don’t want you to waste canvas or paper! Paint this on a loved one’s bare back or abdomen. (use skin safe paints or edible “paint-like” food products!) (ignore my side boob...)

#53 Write something in frosting on a cake that you’ve always wanted to say to someone, and deliver it to them.

#54 THIS ITEM MUST BE POSTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA PRIOR TO THE END OF THE HUNT! Listen to this and be scared: http://www.radiolab.org/story/nukes/. But this bill has been introduced to try to solve this global risk. Let’s get it approved! Tweet ALL of your reps to pass the legislation to make congressional approval for first nuclear strike US law. Submit a screenshot of your post. Provide a link to the tweet in the comment field of the submit page. https://twitter.com/lotrspnfangirl/status/894801114641649665

#56 Sometimes things are just too comfy to leave, but you’re prepared for this! Let’s see you in your “Hammock Self-Containment Unit”. This, of course, would be you in a hammock with everything you need to live for one week, including all life preserving items, sanitation supplies and, of course, entertainment (live or otherwise). Make sure it’s clean, well organized, and designed for easy access to everything.

#62 Honeybees are a “keystone” species just like sharks. If they’re gone, we’re in big trouble. Unfortunately, there are currently “Colony Collapse Disorders” happening with honeybees throughout the world. This is when the majority of worker bees in a colony disappear, leaving the queen and immature bees to fend for themselves (most colonies completely die). This has major global food crop implications, as honeybees perform the magic of pollination of agricultural crops. If bees go by the wayside, we will have to find alternative pollination solutions, and that ain’t gonna be easy. But, let’s roll up our sleeves and give it a shot: Plant something in your garden (or plant a garden if you don’t have one) that is bee friendly (even if it’s just one plant in one pot on a patio). Spring - lilacs, penstemon, lavender, sage, verbena, and wisteria. Summer – Mint, cosmos, squash, tomatoes, pumpkins, sunflowers, oregano, rosemary, poppies, black-eyed Susan, passion flower vine, honeysuckle. Fall – Fuschia, mint, bush sunflower, sage, verbena, toadflax. Take a picture of yourself wearing some sort of bee-attire doing your part to pollinate your newly planted plant.

#66 Personify your favorite movie title. Include a caption on your image of the title of the movie in quotes. - Tanya Best

#67 Banana Hammock. This year’s summer fashion elitists are all wearing the latest rage: Banana Bikini or Banana Briefs. Join them!

#68 You finally have a use for all the naked bananas you now have sitting around! Bake as much banana bread as you can with “gishwhes” spelled out in bananas on the top & distribute it to your local nursing home.

#73 Visit a local laundromat. Place decorated envelopes with enough money (in coins or bills, depending on the machines) for one load of washing and one load of drying on at least one machine with the note: “We swim together, we tumble together. Love, Gishwhes.”

#75 They told me I couldn’t, so I did. Pose in front of a sign declaring a rule. Break that rule. A few notes: It must be safe (what you are doing), and it MUST NOT be a law or illegal where you are. It must only be a “rule”. For example, you might find a sign that says, “collared shirts only.” You would pose in front of that sign wearing a tank top. - Inspired by Emily Shulman

#75 Personify or embody your team name. Caption your image with your team name. - Shannon

#81 Sometimes it feels like your boss expects you to be in more than one place at more than one time, but you’re a gisher so you know how to deliver. Using the panoramic photo function on your phone, insert yourself at least three times in the same picture in different positions and/or wardrobe to show yourself as you “multitask”. You may NOT Photoshop yourself into the image. (Hint: you have to run around the person taking the picture each time they pass you in the frame.)

#82 In honour of Canada's 150th birthday, even though you may not be Canadian, you and a friend should clearly cover yourself in maple syrup and go roll in some maple leaves. - Jessica G.

#83 Lets see your interpretation of fireworks using vegetables and spaghetti as mixed media. - Saty381

#84 (Two Images side-by-side.) The first image is a photo of an illustrated page from a children’s book. The second image is your reenactment of that illustration in 3 dimensions. - Inspired by Sarah Trumbley

#85 Let’s see LABSWHES. The Largest Awesome Balloon Sculpture the World Has Ever Seen. The themes this year are “insect” or “space”—or both. You must be in the middle of this structure.

#86 Everyone thinks unicorns are beautiful, magical, gentle creatures. You know better. Prove it to the world! You may use any media you like, including Photoshop. - Traci Akierman (( this is everything to me ))

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#89 Apply lipstick while jumping on a trampoline. - Emily Schulman

#91 Leave a Yelp review of gishwhes after you deliver food to the homeless or to a homeless shelter.

#101 As I'm sure you’ve seen, over the years we have marketed gishwhes relentlessly and shamelessly (because we really want everyone to do it). This is the last gishwhes, so now it’s your turn to go ahead and show us how we should’ve marketed it. Create a gishwhes ad that no one would be able to resist. Note: you may make false or misleading claims if you so choose, but because we’re curious, you could even take a stab at a legit one.

#102 THIS ITEM MUST BE POSTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA PRIOR TO THE END OF THE HUNT! During the First Annual and Last Ever 2017 gishwhes Tea Party, we identified gishers based on their right-brush or left-brush toothbrushing statuses. Conduct a massive poll on your social networks for the gishwhes Institute of Vital Statistics to prove conclusively whether people brush their teeth starting on the same side of their mouth as their dominant hand or the opposite side. Because this is solid science, your sample size must have a minimum of 400 respondents. Submit a visually-compelling graph of your poll data and the number of votes and the winner. Use the hashtag #gishwhesteeth. Submit a screenshot of your post. Provide the link to your social media post in the comment field of the submit page. https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSflbQIfXAgyMfW0lpqMRT9UdReh7v1T2Iec-RYyLg-WK68LzQ/viewform

#105 We know a little girl that makes a different kind of Advent Calendar. As she marks off each day on the calendar, she gives something away. Make your own version of a reverse Advent calendar. On the first day of gishwhes, create a decorated Advent calendar whereby, for each day on the calendar, you depict something you’re going to give away. Then, each day of the Hunt, take a picture of you fulfilling your calendar item. Submit 7 pictures in a grid (or a video slideshow) showing what you’ve done. Then, continue on through the calendar period. (Yes, this will continue after the Hunt is over, but though gishwhes as we know it may be ending, its spirit will live on in you!) -Keegan Connor Tracy’s 10-year old daughter

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#109 (Up to 22 seconds.) Wonder Woman being “Superman-splained” to.

#119 Trump l’oeil. (This is not a typo.)

#123 As all gishers know, Saturday, August 12 is “Meet Another Gisher Day.” Meet up in front of the largest art museum in your town at 10:00 AM (of whatever timezone you’re in). It’s a pot-luck coleslaw brunch this year, so bring your favorite family recipe of coleslaw… and as much sidewalk chalk as you can. After brunch, decorate the pavement with a collaborative message to the world. In order for a meet-up to count you need to have representatives of at least 5 teams present, so this will require some organizing. Gishwhes is all about coming together, so teams may collaborate (gasp!) on this one, but your team’s image or video must still be all your own.

#124 Be someone’s “rock” to get them through the hard times. Hand-paint small rocks with a message of kindness & leave them in areas that need a pick-me-up. (On the underside, please write “Pass it on.”) You must paint & hide at least one rock for each member of your team.

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((it wont let me add more videos)) #125 (Time-lapse under 20 seconds.) All good things must come to an end, and so it is with the Hunt. Create a “sand” mandala featuring images that symbolize the hunt to you… all using pixie sticks as your chakpur and sand. When it’s done, show us your masterwork and then, just like the Buddhist monks, sweep it away and get ready for what’s next.

#130 A tactometer used to measure tact.

#131 Make a collage that features things only locals from your town would know about. Display it prominently in a public space in your town.

https://youtu.be/Qt_zCMi71M4

#134 My wife is so trend-forward, she recently took a “goat yoga class” (it’s real; you can google it.) Without hurting, upsetting, or endangering ANY animal, show us the next trend in animal-infused yoga that she should get on board with.

https://youtu.be/N3BF22b1ghs

#135 THIS ITEM MUST BE POSTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA PRIOR TO THE END OF THE HUNT! (Up to 30 seconds.) Freeze frame on a picture of you (like they do at the end of movies) and then roll a credit sequence for your own life. Include a "here’s what happens to you in the future" sentence or two and then a listing of the people that have helped you get where you are now or where you are going and what their “titles” are. Post this on the social media channel of your choice with the hashtags #gishwhes #mylife. Submit the video, and in the comment field provide the link to the post.

#143 Sure, most Stormtroopers toed the line, but back in the 1960s there were a few draft-dodging peacenik Stormtroopers. Find a famous vintage photo of a peace sit-in or Woodstock-level love-in and flawlessly photoshop in one or more Stormtroopers. We must think it’s the real thing. As an alternative, you can stage your own “peace” picture and submit an “aged” stormtrooper sit-in image. YES, YOU MAY PHOTOSHOP THIS ITEM!

#152 Decorate the exterior of your home like the Pan House, using whatever object speaks to you.

#157 THIS ITEM MUST BE POSTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA PRIOR TO THE END OF THE HUNT! NASA is soliciting tweets to send to Voyager 1. Tweet your suggestion with #gishwhes. I suggest it be the following theme: Voyager 1 ran to the store and you are texting to remind it to pick something up at the store. But we will permit messages of any type so let your imaginations run wild. Submit a screenshot of your post. Provide a link to the tweet in the comment field of the submit page.

#158 Thanks to “reactions” we can now communicate our feelings more clearly to one another! But Facebook limits us to just 6 reactions and we at gishwhes HQ believe that this limitation constraints our ability to express nuanced emotions to one another. Let’s see an updated version of the Facebook “reactions” with feelings like “silently judging you”, “reacting positively to your face but planning to gossip about this later”, and “I’m just not sure how to feel about this” and other more subtle emotions. You may photoshop this item.

#164 Get a bonafide zillow listing for property on Mars.

#165 https://twitter.com/zenxv/status/845474882607632384

https://youtu.be/3rXlzYEtP4k

#167 (Time-lapse up to 20 seconds.) There are two things that science has proven unequivocally: 1) global warming is happening and 2) sucking the melting ice cream from a tiny hole in the bottom of a sugar cone is the greatest possible pleasure in life. (Minimum 5 rounded scoops on top and you must suck all the ice cream through the tiny hole.)

#169 Write "Ass butt" (in non-toxic kids finger paint or chalk!) on the hindquarters of an Ass. (This should go without saying, but be careful & safe. Approach from the side, never stand directly behind it, and try to keep the donkey happy so you don't get injured.)

#172 Now that this may be the last gishwhes-as-we-know-it ever, it’s time to reflect on missed opportunities. Let’s see the Item List Misha SHOULD have made all these years. Give us your team’s ideal gishwhes Item List with a minimum of 10 Items. If the majority of the items you create look like no thought was put into them (and you were just quickly writing down items to get the points), you will receive zero points.

#173 Complete one of the more challenging items on your team’s homemade gishwhes Item List.

https://youtu.be/mH2Hghjq6uc

#179 (Up to 45 seconds edited.) Share an audio dream diary of your first thoughts as you wake up every morning of the Hunt (so you cannot submit this until the last day of the Hunt!). It must be the first thing you do before you get out of bed.

#181 THIS ITEM MUST BE POSTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA PRIOR TO THE END OF THE HUNT! Let’s see a (SFW) 2,000 word essay published on twitter in 140 character bursts. (no attachments, etc.) about the best way to get pregnant for the 10th time. (I’m sorry, but I promised someone this would be an item.) Submit an image of the first post and then a link to this post in the COMMENT field of the submit page so we can check to make sure you “published” the whole thing.

https://twitter.com/lotrspnfangirl/status/896606741143724033

#182 THIS ITEM MUST BE POSTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA PRIOR TO THE END OF THE HUNT! Seamlessly modify using photoshop (or other digital altering software), a well-know oil painting by adding in an anachronistic element. For example, if it were a Monet, you might put one of the ladies under a parasol holding an ipad. YES, YOU MAY DIGITALLY ALTER THE IMAGE YOU ARE SUBMITTING… with a catch. The anachronistic element must be rendered seamlessly into the image in the style of the original painter or creator. It must look like a part of the original composition; we should not be able to tell it was added in later. Post the image on FB and/or Pinterest. Submit the image you take on our site, but provide the link to your social media post in the comment field of the submit page. #gishwhesModernMasterpiece

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/490892428124114391/

#183 You are all soon going to be a part of a sinister plot to take over the world… in a unique way. But we need your help. Here’s the first thing you have to do: Decide what your favorite point of interest, historical site or national landmark is in your town or city and enter its address here: http://qrickit.com/qrickit_apps/qrickit_qrcode_creator_geo.php . Below the map on that webpage you’ll see an “optional text” field. Enter “Taken by CFG”. Then click “Qcreate” at the bottom. Download the QR code and submit it as your item. Stay tuned for what comes next...

#186 One of the biggest problems astronauts will face when they travel to Mars will be figuring out how to bring enough food for the three year journey. Porcupanda has offered the idea of making their spacecraft out of food. Show them how. Build an edible spacecraft using anything except “space ice cream” (Per our resident Director of Intergalactic Space Exploration, that stuff tastes like strawberry Styrofoam: “Bleecht!” as he so eloquently put it.)

#187 Every year, the scientists at the NASA Jet Propulsion Lab make spectacular pumpkin carvings that put our humble Halloween jack-o-lanterns to shame (see https://www.wired.com/2016/10/watch-nasas-high-tech-pumpkins-action/). Whatever. What’s a rocket scientist got that you don’t have? Let’s see you out-do them! Show us your best and most outlandish WATERMELON-O-LANTERN carving. - Dave Lavery

#188 For many years, military aircraft sported spectacular “nose art”— artistic homages to people, places, and ideas important to the aircraft crew. As aesthetically appealing as aircraft nose art may have been, we think they botched it on the choice of canvas. Show us your best nose art - but this time, get it right! All art must be on, around, or incorporate, your nose.

https://youtu.be/N82SzhOV24k

#189 The World’s Worst Lawyer.

https://youtu.be/UwJtIh80M7I

#192 (Time lapse up to 25 seconds). In our busy world, people sometimes forget to slow down and see the beauty around them. Perform a task at work extremely slowly while everyone around you carries on at normal speed. When this is played back in in time lapse, you’re performing at normal speed and it’s the world around you that’s going too fast.

#196 THIS ITEM MUST BE POSTED ON SOCIAL MEDIA PRIOR TO THE END OF THE HUNT! THIS IS A TOP SECRET ITEM! DO NOT SHARE ITS CONTENT ON SOCIAL MEDIA UNTIL DIRECTED OR YOU WILL RUIN THE SURPRISE AND BE DELUGED WITH BAD KARMA. By now, most of you may know our friend Giles Duley. If not, watch the video at the top of this page. Then, watch here to see what he did with us recently: https://youtu.be/-tOt9LfZF9w ...and he’s doing something amazing with us again with us this year (which we’ll be announcing VERY soon). Giles inspires us and we want to thank him for all of his hard (and often thankless) work. So, we’re going to thank him... BUT WE’RE GOING TO SURPRISE HIM! SO PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT POST ABOUT THIS UNTIL THE DESIGNATED TIME: On Friday, August 11th, at EXACTLY 9am PDT, we are going to give him a “thunderclap” of thanks on the Internet. Because Giles thinks EVERYONE can make a difference no matter their circumstances (and he’s a living embodiment of that), we’re going to prove it. Here’s your job: before the 11th, go out and do an act of kindness. But not just any act of kindness... Giles works hard to help refugee families and landmine victims, so your act of kindness should focus on expanding his work exponentially through the power of gishwhes and gishers. Do something that makes a meaningful, material difference in the life of either a refugee or someone who has been directly impacted by war. If you’re at a loss of how to do this, here are some suggestions: bring a care package to new refugees in your neighborhood, go to a refugee center and volunteer, bring a warm meal to a homeless veteran on the streets, volunteer at a soup kitchen where you know there are war veterans, make a donation to an organization that helps with reconstructive surgery and prosthetics for war victims, or sponsor a child made homeless by the war with a one-time or recurring donation. If you can’t manage to find or coordinate any of the above (but please try!), simply carry out a random act of kindness for another human being on the planet who could legitimately use some kindness. Dig deep on this one, guys. The goal is to cause a ripple effect from the work Giles is doing and expand it worldwide. Let's do this. Capture an image or video of this act. At 9am PDT on Friday, August 11th, post the image or video on Facebook with a detailed description of what you did and crosspost to Twitter. Be sure to mention Giles in the post. (For Facebook, tag @GilesDuleyPhotography and on Twitter, tag @gilesduley with #thanksGiles as the hashtag.) Submit the image or video you take on our site, but provide the link to your social media post link in the comment field of the submit page.

#202 A gisher wrote me recently stating, “I started gishwhes in 2015 myself and my children all joined in and had the best week of our lives, so much fun, so much love, so much laughter. In December 2015 I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer… But I didn't let it beat me. We signed up for gishwhes 2016 and made beautiful art together and performed many acts of kindness to those around us and in need, my children now 10 & 8 have those lessons in their hearts now, to spread kindness and love to all around them! Unfortunately I am too sick to participate this year, but hope to still be here to see all the wonderful creations everyone makes, and if I'm not still here when gishwhes starts I will be watching down on you all, cheering everyone on.” Obviously, I cried when I read that. We emailed her back, but haven’t heard back… So this one's for you, S. (and your kids), with love from me & everyone in the gishwhes family: Find a local hospital or cancer center and coordinate with them to deliver a comfort bag(s) to a patient. Fill a cheerfully decorated canvas or cloth bag with items to provide palliative relief and comfort to a cancer patient: soft eye masks, scarves, a soft blanket, socks, ginger tea or candy, unscented natural lip balm, sudoku or coloring books, puzzles, poems, etc. Include a note of support or encouragement if you wish. (Please don't say "get well soon.” Phrasing like, "we're sending you our love" is better.) Please do not take a picture with the recipient... Just the bag. We trust you to deliver.

#204 Escape Gishwhes! https://www.gishwhes.com/escape-room/. If you manage to break out of this wild ride of mystery and mayhem, you’ll be prompted to enter your Team Name to document your success via an online form. BEFORE YOU HIT THE SUBMIT BUTTON, take a screenshot showing your team name in the Text Input Field and save the image, THEN hit the SUBMIT button. Your submission will be uploading the screenshot on our item list (backed up by what the online form sends gishbot).

#206 We got this letter to our support gnomes:Name: [REDACTED]Message : Hello Gishpeople. I want to question why there are so many specific-locations-that-aren't-Sweden only items, and no Sweden only items. I speak for all Swedes when we say that we find this very saddening. We don't understand how you could miss out on an opportunity like this, since Sweden is a very beautiful country, containting great things such as Dalahästar.We, as a nation, expect a formal apology for this, of course.All our love, and some sad wonders,[REDACTED]Sweden, you're absolutely right! You are a beautiful country and it's time we stopped overlooking you. You deserve a formal apology as requested and so in the interest of international diplomacy, it's our duty to deliver and rectify this egregious oversight. With that in mind, (I hope you'll forgive me but this is a location-specific image to appease Sweden, guys): Take a picture of yourself in front of the biggest landmark or point of interest in your town while holding a beautiful hand-lettered sign that reads, "We Are Sorry, Sweden". This is a location-based item, so you may do this anywhere in the world... except Sweden.

@cassondrawinchester

#gishwhes #gishwhes2017 #cultofcaffeine #pic spam #friends #so much fun #love #supernatural

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A huge thank you!

I just wanted to thank you all wonderful people for the amount of love you showed my latest story about Serpent!Jughead and GoodGirl!Betty! Seriously, you guys, I’ve never ever expected such praising compliments and lovely words! I wasn’t sure about this particular story, I felt like I wasn’t doing a good job while writing it and then every time I was rereading it I thought that it was awful, and I was deleting and writing and deleting again and generally I thought the final result would be very mediocre. So all of you showering me with your love and utterly appraising comments makes me so beyond emotional and happy, you can’t even imagine! Thank you so so so so so much to everyone that liked, reblogged or just read my story; if I managed to make you forget the hiatus for just a second and indulge on those beautiful Bughead feels then that makes me the happiest gal on earth! Love you all! ❤️❤️❤️

@dreaming-of-the-lost, @angeloaktree, @thats-what-makes-you-you, @cheryllclayton, @chatterboxcurlygirl, @bettyluvsjuggie, @cinnamonandpapercuts, @thekatreads, @freaky-blondey-geeky You were all asking for a part 2 and, yes, darlings, there’s gonna be a part 2 and a part 3. I’m making it a three part story! Thank you all for reading and I hope you like the next two parts just as much!

@bettysponytaiil Thank you so much, love! It means the world that you enjoyed the story!

@jeemyjamz So so happy that my words made you feel that way!! Thank you for reading, dear!

@queenofepicnessus-blog Wow, thank you so much!!! Really excited that you liked the story this much!!

@maria12345md Thank you so much! Glad you liked it!

@juggydunes There’s gonna be more!! Definately around the same amount of pages long as the first part cause I just can’t help myself! Thank you for reading and sorry for that awful cockblock!

@myotpsaremypluto Thank you so much for you lovely words!! I didn’t know how this AU will be received and I was scared that maybe Jug and Betty would feel OOC but you guys all loved it and I’m so beyond happy for this. I just pictured Jug a tad more smug and confident if he was raised completely on the Southside and I just love Betty’s badass fighter personality so I amplified that. I really enjoyed playing in that universe and there’s more to come, dear! I’m making this a three part story that I hope you’ll all enjoy!

@teensyflowur Happy that I contributed to the improvement of your life, hahaha! Thank you much for reading!

@changminn Oh, dear, I should be the one smothering you with thanks! Your amazing words put a smile on my face! Thank you so much and don’t worry, there’s gonna be more!!

@birdlovesafish You are making me blush scarlet! Thank you so very much, honey!! I’m beyond happy that you enjoyed the story!

@jugandbettsdetectiveagency My dearest Anna, I always repeat myself but you truly are an ultimate sweetheart and I will never get tired of saying so! Your always complimentary words about my stories leave me the happiest girl on the planet and so damn honored coming from somebody with such incredible talent with words like you. Seriously, I should maybe buy you a gift and sent it to you, a simple thank you is just not enough at this point! I love you, you are amazing, and I hope my stories will continue bringing you beautiful Bughead feels and joy!

@carpebrina Wow back at your comment! Thank you so much for your words! And yes, there’s gonna be more, another two parts more!!

@allybastian So so happy that you liked the story!! And thank you very much!!

@wordsonpages1 Darling, thank you so damn much!!! I’m so excited that you liked the little universe I created!!! And there’s gonna be more, don’t worry about that!!!

@jandjsalmon I’m such a sucker for Serpent Juggie as well, love - no, scratch that, I’m a slut for Serpent Juggie, that’s more like it lol! And compliments about my stories coming from you are always some of the most rewarding! Thank you so much, love, I love you back!

@timmyhatesit “... and I am so so so so happy that you literally wrote a 17k worded fic that has probably changed my life. YOU'RE AMAZING, OKAY?” No, YOU are amazing, dear, you don’t even know how much! I feel so honored about such a compliment, I literally don’t know how to respond because a thank you is just so plain! I’m very happy that you like my take on Jug and Betty, with him being more smug and cocky but still intimitated around Betty and the protector of the people he loves despite his more tempered character and with her being a badass feminist and a little more promiscious but never losing her pastel, sweet self. I wrote her as a modern young woman that’s not afraid to raise her voice and stand up for her rights and her own self without relying on any man to protect her like a fragile doll and I’m honestly so in love with her character (cause let’s face it Riverdale’s Betty is pretty much on the same wavelength as mine) and I’m so so so excited that you and other people loved her character just as much. Chuck is a mega asshole and he’ll continue to be because he is a fuckboy and nothing more and Reggie, my sweet boy, he is just tactless and a huge jock that doesn’t mind his tongue but deep down he is such a giant teddy bear. :p They’ll both have plenty appearances in the next two parts, cause yes, I’m making this idea a three part fic! Hope you got excited just as much as I did! And once again thank you for reading and for leaving me your amazing compliments, darling!

@goddess-of-everything-else You’re welcome, dear!! I’m very happy that you enjoyed the story at the end!!

@gershwinn I’m so excited that you all seemed to like what I did with the characters and the changes in their personalities! I had so much fun doing so! Thanks for reading!!!

@-els Wow, dear, such incredibly praising words!!! Thank you so very much!! Hearing such things about my writing is most rewarding feeling in the world!

@lostinafictionaluniverse Riya, my love, you redden me speechless once again with your wonderful feedback! I’m so so so happy that I could pass across the amount of sexual tension I was picturing in my mind those two would have and had you on the edge of your seat at the almost-kissing scenes. Seriously, your love and praise blows my mind each time! A million thank yous for your lovely words, you are so incredibly sweet! And there’s gonna be two more parts of the story; I hope they are of your liking too! @mkhamkhay Thank you so very much!! So happy that you’re enjoying my stories!!

@daredevil-karen-and-matt Serpent Jughead is always hot, I really can’t help myself either. I’m so glad that your first introduction to Bughead fanfiction was good! Thank you so much for your compliments!

@maldito-sentimentalismo Oh, love, I’m incredibly grateful, thank you so so so much!! Seriously, your words just warmed my heart, I feel deeply honored! And I appreciate you saying that you’d wait forever for my fics but I promise I’ll start updating sooner now that I have the time!

@leaalda Hahaha, I’m sorry for making the heat unbearable for you! Guess I should warn people to turn on a fan or something before reading!!! Thanks for reading and I’m so glad you enjoyed the story!!!!

(Tumblr doesn’t let me tag some people so if you left a reply but don’t see your name in this post, I’m so sorry, I’m deeply grateful for you too and I thank each and every one of you from the bottom of my Bughead dedicated heart!)

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