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fiction-is-life · 10 months

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If You Love Someone...

Summary: If you love someone, let them go. If they return, it was meant to be.

Warnings: Angst, emotionally abusive/toxic mother, mention of divorce, breakups, classism, self-doubt

(Y/N) moved quickly between her tables and the kitchen, easily keeping up with the dinner rush at The Wreck. She saw movement at the door and turned in time to see a familiar blonde head with sunglasses walk in and talk to the hostess. The hostess pointed the newcomer towards (Y/N)’s section. (Y/N)’s heart dropped into her stomach, but she dutifully moved towards the booth in the corner.

“Hi, how are you today?” (Y/N) asked in a falsely saccharine voice, a smile plastered on her face.

The woman at the table lowered her sunglasses slowly, her every move fluid and graceful. It made (Y/N) think of a panther, and her gut clenched even further.

“I am not well at all, Miss (Y/L/N),” the woman spoke in a tone so low that (Y/N) had to lean in to hear her. “I have received news of a most disturbing nature.”

(Y/N) could feel herself start to sweat, but she attempted to act as nonchalant as possible. “Oh, I’m very sorry to hear that, Dr. Thornton. Mr. Carrerra’s cooking will surely make you feel better, however, so what can I get started for you?”

Dr. Thornton looked (Y/N) in the eye with cold, calculated calm. “You may break up with my son. That will most definitely make me feel better,” she said.

(Y/N) was finally able to push down her anxiety, aided by the fury that was quickly overtaking her body. “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” (Y/N) matched the older lady’s tone and posture, letting her know that she was not one to be steamrolled.

Dr. Thornton delicately sighed, shaking her head as if (Y/N) was a child that had done something naughty but mildly amusing. Dr. Thornton smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Don’t be coy with me, (Y/N). We both know that you have been sneaking around with my son for the past year. I let it go for a while, but now that Topper has been accepted into some of the top schools in the country, I can’t let him have some nobody from the Cut holding him back.”

Dr. Thornton’s face crumpled into something that resembled compassion after this, but it was forced, an act. (Y/N)’s anger built with every word the spiteful woman spoke.

“Be honest with yourself, (Y/N),” Dr. Thornton continued while (Y/N) was still stunned into silence. “You don’t fit into his world anymore than he fits into yours. Isn’t that why you haven’t told your friends about him? Do you really want to be the reason he doesn’t live up to all of his potential? If you truly loved him, you would let him go. Let him marry a girl that was raised in his sphere. One he wouldn’t have to worry about accidentally embarrassing him because they don’t know how our world operates.”

(Y/N)’s fury was on a thin leash that was liable to snap at any second. Dr. Thornton’s words - spoken so calmly - had cut to the very heart of (Y/N)’s insecurities about her relationship with Topper, but she wouldn’t let the woman have the pleasure of seeing her lose control.

“Don’t you think that decision should be up to Topper? It is his life, after all, that you seem so adamant that I will ruin.” (Y/N) was proud that her voice didn’t quiver when she spoke.

Dr. Thornton only rolled her eyes. “Topper doesn’t know what he really wants. Sure, you may fulfill his youthful desires and lusts, but that will fade. He will figure out what is truly important one day, and it will be much easier on him if you are already out of the picture.

“Easier on you as well, dear. You don’t want to find yourself married, with a couple of kids and a husband that resents you more and more each day,” the spiteful woman finished.

(Y/N) vehemently shook her head, unwanted tears forming in her eyes, but (Y/N) stopped them before they could slide down her cheeks. “That wouldn’t happen.” This time her voice did shake, and she hated herself for it. “Topper loves me.”

An eye roll followed this statement. “He loves the idea of you.” It was really becoming infuriating how calm Dr. Thornton was staying. “Once my monetary support is withdrawn, he will quickly realize that he cannot survive on love.”

(Y/N) inhaled sharply. “You’re going to cut him off if he stays with me? Your own son?”

Dr. Thornton sighed. “What choice do I have? I cannot have a son that is such a disgrace. He’ll never learn otherwise.” She leaned forward, folding her hands on the table. “So, you have a choice Miss (Y/L/N). Either you break up with my son within the next month - without him knowing that it was my doing, of course, and get a handsome monetary reward to boot - or you become the reason Topper is cut off from everything he knows.”

Dr. Thornton stood, completely at ease, plotting the ruin of her only son. “The choice is yours, Miss (Y/L/N).”

“Topper, I had to pick up a shift. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to miss our date tonight,” (Y/N) spoke on the phone with Topper a few days after her tête-à-tête with Dr. Thornton.

“Really, (Y/N)? I’ve been planning this date for a month!” Topper sounded so hurt, and (Y/N) almost broke.

She had been icing him out all week. If he sent a text, she would reply with one word. If he snapped her, she would leave him on open, losing their streak. She knew he would see right through her if she broke up with him out of the blue.

So, she bit her lip to keep herself from letting out a whimper. “I know but half the staff that was scheduled is sick, so I have to go in. I also just really need the money right now.”

(Y/N) could hear Topper sigh over the phone. “Why can’t Kie just go in? It’s her family’s restaurant. Also, if you need money, you know you can ask me, baby.”

(Y/N) felt her resolve slipping once again, but she found it in herself to act exactly contrary to what she felt. “Kie is already going to be there, Topper,” she huffed. “And I don’t want to take your money. Do you know how that makes me feel?”

A pause followed this outburst, then Topper’s voice could be heard once again. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying if you need help with bills or anything, I can lend you some.”

(Y/N) couldn’t take it anymore. “I need to go, Top; I’m going to be late. Bye.” She hung up before he could say “I love you” - and before she burst into tears.

(Y/N) once again moved between her tables fluidly, busy but not overwhelmed. She welcomed the rush of work, however, as it took her mind off of how she had spoken to Topper.

That was, until he came through the door and immediately sat in her section.

(Y/N) made her way over to the blond boy, inwardly giddy that he had shown up but not allowing her face to show it. In fact, she schooled her features into a frown as she made her way over to where he sat.

“Topper, what are you doing here,” she whispered. Their relationship wasn’t public, and Topper had never set foot in The Wreck before, so this would definitely cause people to talk.

Topper smiled, his face lighting up as it only did around her. “Hey, baby, just because you have to work doesn’t mean we can’t be together. I’m sorry about earlier; I know you’ve been stressed out lately.” His eyes were so soft and the cool blue of his irises somehow warm. She didn’t deserve him being this nice to her. “I figured after you are done, I could drive you home, maybe stargaze at the lookout for a bit.”

(Y/N) bit her lip, ever so tempted. “It will probably be pretty late when I get done -”

“That’s okay, (Y/N/N), I’m in no rush to get back home. You know that,” he cut her off.

(Y/N) couldn’t think of any more excuses, so she just nodded with a small smile and took out her notepad. “Okay, so - umm - what can I get you to eat?”

This was going to be so much harder than she thought.

Topper stopped his truck at the base of the lookout and hopped out to open (Y/N)’s door for her. She should have insisted that he take her directly home, but she just couldn’t help herself.

She missed him.

And she hadn’t even let him go yet.

She let him take her hand and lead her up to the top of the tower where he spread a blanket and tugged her down to sit beside him. She melted into his embrace, his warmth enveloping her despite the slight chill to the air.

After a few peaceful minutes, Topper turned his head minutely, pressing his lips to her temple gently. “Do you want a massage, baby? I know you’ve had a tough week,” he murmured. His lips tickled her ear slightly as he spoke.

Her eyes filled with tears for what felt like the millionth time this week. She shook her head, and started to sob softly. “You’re too good for me, Top,” she cried.

Topper started at her unexpected reaction. He grasped her arms, rubbing them up and down in a soothing pattern. “Hey, hey, hey, you know that’s not true, baby. I’m the lucky one; you are the best thing to ever happen to me,” he said in soothing tones.

(Y/N) shook her head once again, swallowing her urge to keep crying. “I’m not,” she rasped. She knew in that moment she couldn’t go on like this. She took a deep, rattling breath.

“I have to break up with you, Topper.”

She forced the words out, wishing at once that she could take them back at the look of agony on his now pallid face.

“What do you mean? (Y/N), what did I do? I’ll fix it. I’ll do better. Just tell me what I did,” he spoke, each word becoming more desperate as he noted the look of resolve on her face.

His face crumpled. “I need you, (Y/N),” he whispered.

She stood and backed up several paces, towards the stairs. “I’m sorry, Top; I really didn’t want it to end like this.”

She fled the scene, running as fast as her feet could carry her away from his frantic voice shouting for her to come back. Away from the love of her life.

She blindly made it to the Chateau before she let herself sob once more.

(Y/N) woke up, bleary eyed and still exhausted. She had immediately crashed on John B’s couch the night before, her friends having asked no questions at her visible distress. They simply gave her the peace and quiet she needed.

Even now, she could hear them in the kitchen and smell the beginnings of breakfast emerging from the old stove. (Y/N) slowly made her way to the kitchen, too tired to be anxious about what they may ask or say in the light of day.

Instead of pestering her with questions, however, they simply handed her a plate and sat down to eat. (Y/N)’s heart swelled.

(Y/N) swallowed the last bite of her food and pushed her plate away. “I had to break up with Topper,” she blurted.

“Well, I mean, he is a -” Pope elbowed JJ in the ribs to shut him up, but (Y/N) wasn’t paying attention, instead studying her hands on the table.

Kie also shot a look at JJ to make sure he stayed quiet before she took (Y/N)’s hands, squeezing them lightly. “Tell us everything, (Y/N/N),” she said.

(Y/N) took a deep, shuddering breath. “Topper and I have been seeing each other for over a year. We started talking at a party where we were both the DDs for our friends. We started talking about our dreams and poetry and movies and...” she trailed off, thinking how that moment was the first time she had ever truly been seen - and understood.

(Y/N) smiled a watery smile at this, letting out a wry chuckle. “He may not look it, but he is a huge fan of cheesy rom coms and Adam Sandler movies, especially when they are Adam Sandler rom coms...” (Y/N) sniffled, wiping her nose on the back of her arm before continuing. “I really thought he was the one, but then -” (Y/N) broke down, and Kie enveloped her in her arms, shushing her until she had calmed enough to continue.

Still hiccupping slightly, (Y/N) went on with her story. “About a week ago, Topper’s mom came into The Wreck and she, she -” Another deep breath. “She said she would completely cut off Topper if I didn’t break up with him, and I - I couldn’t do that to him. He shouldn’t have to choose between everything he knows and me.”

“Oh, (Y/N), you must be devastated!” exclaimed Kie, hugging her even tighter. “Is that why he came to the restaurant last night?”

(Y/N) nodded, sniffling once more. “Yeah, I had been icing him out all week, and last night I cancelled on him for a date he had been planning for a month. I thought if I made him angry with me or tired with our relationship, it would be easier, but instead he was as sweet as ever! He could tell I had been off all week, so he wanted to still get dinner with me, even if I was the one serving it. Then we went to the lookout to stargaze, and I couldn’t do it anymore. I just had to rip off the bandaid. I broke up with him and ran all the way here before he could convince me to stay.”

Kie tutted, rubbing her back. “You must really love him, (Y/N/N).” (Y/N) nodded, further soaking Kie’s shirt with her renewed tears. After a minute, Kie leaned back, making (Y/N) look at her with red eyes. “Hey, let’s go watch some trashy TV and just have a girls’ day. No phones or boys allowed.” Kie smiled, and (Y/N) appreciated her effort.

“Okay,” (Y/N) said, putting on a brave smile and setting her phone on the counter so she wasn’t tempted to call Topper and beg him to take her back.

(Y/N)’s phone buzzed where she had left it on the counter, garnering JJ’s attention, so he picked it up and accepted the call without looking who it was.

“(Y/N)! Thank god, you answered! I’ve been worried sick after you ran off last night,” Topper’s voice immediately bombarded JJ’s eardrums. JJ internally cringed.

He cleared his throat. “Um, hey, Topper, this is actually JJ,” he said, moderating his tone so that (Y/N) couldn’t hear him over the sound of she and Kie’s movie.

“God, JJ, is she with you? Is she okay?” Topper’s voice was frantic, and JJ actually felt bad for the Kook, finally seeing how (Y/N) could fall for him. “She ran off last night after acting really weird all week, and I’m super worried, man,” Topper continued.

JJ scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, Topper, I think she just needs to be alone right now; she’s pretty upset and -”

“Upset?” Topper interrupted JJ. “I’m coming over right now.”

JJ couldn’t get another word in before Topper ended the call. JJ ran his hand through his hair. Shit.

(Y/N) was pulled out of her impromptu nap (she hadn’t been sleeping well the past week) by thunderous knocking on John B’s front door. A pit fell into her stomach. That could only be one person.

“(Y/N)!” The voice of the person shouting confirmed what (Y/N) dreaded, but she couldn’t help the flip her stomach did at the sound of his rich baritone voice. “(Y/N), please come to the door; I just want to talk to you!”

Kie tried to convince (Y/N) to stay in the living room as the boys ran to the door, practically tripping over themselves. Even as Kie stood in front of her, (Y/N) still caught a glimpse of Topper’s frosted tips as the door opened, and she knew what she had to do.

With a shuddering breath, (Y/N) willed her feet to move forward. She pushed through the boys gently until she stood right in front of Topper. His face relaxed as he saw her.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, and she melted. However, (Y/N) steeled herself to avoid crying.

“Can we talk outside, Topper?” she said, taking him by the arm. He nodded and followed her to the hammock.

She sat there and used her feet to make the hammock swing, the rhythmic motion soothing her nerves slightly. Topper sat beside her, but she could tell he was trying to give her space, resisting the urge to take her in his arms. It was a full minute before she found what she needed to say.

“Topper, I know I’ve been acting weird lately, and you deserve an explanation.” She took another deep breath.

“You and I come from different worlds. Don’t try to deny it,” she cut him off before he could interject. “We both know this island is divided. And people who have different upbringings just can’t last as couples. It may be fun and freeing for a bit - perhaps go on for years - but the fact of the matter is that at least one of them is going to regret committing themselves to the relationship,” she spoke, realizing the unpleasant truth as she went along.

“I could never regret being with you, (Y/N/N),” Topper interrupted, but she held up a hand to stop him.

“It feels like that now, but think years down the road.” She stood up and paced in front of him as she continued to speak. “We get married. Maybe have a couple of kids. Then what? You take over your dad’s business, and you need someone who can host dinners for business partners.” Her voice started to raise in volume as she grew more agitated. “ I would inevitably make a mess of things. I would serve the wrong wine or not remember who someone was or try to talk business and make a fool of both of us. Then the business would fail, and your parents would be disappointed. And it would be my fault, and you would want a divorce. Then we would both be lonely and sad - not to mention put our kids through the awfulness of a divorce - but we can avoid all that by just never tempting fate in the first place,” she finished.

Topper had listened in silence as she ranted. His face was downcast and his posture slumped. “Is that really how you feel?”

She nodded her head slowly. She took his hands in both of hers. “You deserve the best in the world, Topper, and I don’t want to be the reason you don’t get that. And quite frankly, it isn’t fair to me to put myself in a situation where I am guaranteed failure; I have too much self-respect for that.”

A tear fell from Topper’s ocean blue eyes. “It doesn’t have to be like that. I don’t need to take over the business -”

“Topper. You don’t fit into my world just as much as I don’t fit into yours. I can’t let you throw away your future for me. You’ll meet a lovely woman who will make you so happy, and you will build a life with her that will be perfect, trust me.”

Topper shook his head, his tears falling in earnest now. “I will never find anyone as perfect as you, (Y/N/N).”

She leaned up to brush a kiss over his lips, selfishly stealing one more moment with him to cherish. “Yes, you will, trust me,” she whispered.

“You’re wrong. I just know it,” Topper sobbed, but he turned away, stomping through the overgrown grass to his Jeep. She thought he may run back to her, but all he did was give her one last, long glance before he drove off.

She wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or hurt that he didn’t.

Ten years later…

“Hey, sweetheart, what are you doing all the way out here? Are you lost?” (Y/N) asked the small blond child that was walking on the beach by himself. The little boy’s eyes filled with tears as he nodded. Her heart ached at the sight.

She gave him a comforting smile and held out her hand. “Let’s find your parents together. Does that sound good?” The little boy stuck his thumb in his mouth and nodded, holding out his other chubby hand to grab hers.

The pair headed back where the little boy had come from. After a short time, a beautiful woman came running towards them. “Caleb! Oh my goodness, sweetheart, I was so worried!” she cried, hugging the boy close to her chest.

She looked up to (Y/N), her face shining in gratitude. "Thank you so much for helping get him back to me! We just moved here - well, my husband grew up here - and I haven't quite got my bearings," Caleb's mother explained.

Her eyes flickered to a place over (Y/N)'s shoulder. "There's my husband now," she said, then, "Honey, I have him!" she called to the man jogging up to their little group.

(Y/N) turned to see who it was, her eyes squinting in the sunlight. When he finally came into focus, she wished she had escaped while she still had a chance.

"(Y/N)!" He stopped short, and (Y/N) was taken back to that party at the Boneyard all those years ago.

"Topper," she answered, forcing a smile after a moment. There was a pregnant pause. "You have a lovely family."

"Thank you," he replied, his eyes saying so much more than his words could. He fidgeted nervously. "Hey, why don't you join us for a -"

"I'd love to, but I actually have to get going," she cut him him off. She looked back at his wife and child, finding it in herself to genuinely smile. At least one of them had gotten their fairytale ending. "It was so nice meeting you both."

And then she was walking away. Away from the life she still desperately wished was hers. Away from the man she wished she still had the right to love.

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bloodpen-to-paper · 7 months

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I've made a list of names to call the CCs in your tags cause I see a lot of people putting "qsmp" on their tag name when they exist outside of the Qsmp, especially when making content of unrelated stuff (among us event, irl meetups, non-qsmp games, etc)

* <;- means there's different variations of the name either having a space between the two words or being shown as one word (ex. "tina kitten" vs "tinakitten"), but I tried putting the most common ones below

English speakers

Spanish speakers

Brazilians

forever player* | cellbit | felps | tazercraft (pactw and mikethelink) | bagi | Lore/Mine/etc (to my knowledge friends/family of the streamers like Mine and Lore don't have CC names, but I've seen "goddess/deusa mine/lore" for their qsmp cameos; you could also maybe use their twitter/insta names if they're ok with that)

French speakers

etoiles | baghera jones | aypierre | antoine daniel | kameto

Most of the CCs have names that are identifiable on their own, but when they don't you usually take some aspect of their streamer name/gamertag (ex. Mariana = El Mariana, Jaiden = Jaiden Animations) so they have a distinct name within the tagging system. For the eggs/NPC characters, since they exist because of the Qsmp and never outside of it, I usually just put their name if its distinct enough (Cucurucho) or "qsmp __", like "qsmp pomme". Anyway hope this helps, and here's to a more consistent tagging system maybe lmao

#I tried putting the most commonly used #its kind of an inconsistent mess #for some ccs people use their youtube handle #for others they use the twitch one #then sometimes the gamertag (usually minecraft)#and then some that come out of no where but it sticks and now everyone's using it #but yeah #mcyt #qsmp

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thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles · 9 months

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Kie's Seashells (Day Five

Kiara Carrera x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, not proofread (again)

WC: .7k

@surftrips okay I know I keep saying that all of these are my favorite but I really am proud of this one

“I’m done,” Kie sighs, slouching in the hammock. “I’m giving up on love. First John B, then Pope, and now JJ? I’m screwed.”

“That’s nice,” Sarah replied, flipping another page in her book.

“That’s it? No, you’ll find love someday, you just haven’t found the right person?”

Sarah shook her head. “Nope.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“The right person’s been here the whole time. You just need to open your eyes.”

“God, cryptic much?!”

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“Kiara!” Anna Carrerra yelled from the bottom of the stairs. “You have dinner shift tonight!”

“I know!” Kie returned, huffing and tying her hair back. “I just don’t care.”

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Kie was cleaning up the Wreck by herself. There wasn’t much to do besides wipe tables and sweep floors. Something in the back booth caught her eye, and Kie wandered to the table.

A beautiful jar of seashells sat on the table, full of pale pink sand and adorned with a gorgeous blue netting bow.

Kie picked it up in awe. Whoever left this behind is crazy. There was a note written on the top of the jar.

Kie-- end of B dock, 11 pm. Don’t be late. ♡

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Kie shivered against the ocean breeze as she walked down the dock. She could see someone at the end of the dock and slowed a bit, suddenly nervous. What if I’ve just walked into my kidnapping?

“Hey, Kie!” Y/n called. “C’mon, don’t be shy, it’s just me!”

Kie laughed. “Only you would fill a jar with the prettiest things you can find on the beach, Y/n.”

“Yeah, too bad you weren’t out there when I was collecting beautiful things. That, and you wouldn’t fit in the jar.”

Kie pushed Y/n’s shoulder playfully. “Idiot.”

“Aw, thanks.”

“So… what’s up?”

“Oh, nothing. I just thought we could spend the night on my parent’s boat. Sound good?”

Kie grinned, tilting her head to the side. “Random, but okay.”

“Hell yeah! Pulling an all-nighter with my favorite Carrera,” Y/n grinned, pulling Kie into her side.

“Oh, please. I had better be your favorite Carrera.”

Yeah, I’ll be honest, I don’t like your parents too much.”

Kie laughed. “Me either.”

Y/n laughed too, stopping at her parent’s boat to usher Kie onto the deck. “Milady.”

“Shut up, you’re turning into JJ.”

“Oh, that guy? God, what a comparison.”

“I happen to like ‘that guy’, thank you very much,” Kie scoffed, stepping onto the boat. Twinkle lights glowed within and a speaker sang softly in the corner. “Damn. Rough night?”

“You always manage to make it better, Kie,” Y/n murmured, pushing Kie into the main room and closing the door.

Kie sat on the couch, grinning. “All this for me?”

“And more, Kie. You deserve it.,” Y/n nudged the cooler with her foot. “Beers’ in there. And maybe a couple of ice cream sandwiches, but only ‘cause I love ya.”

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The sun was rising slowly over the marina, the golden hues crawling across Kie’s face and up Y/n’s legs.

“Hey, Kie,” Y/n mumbled, slowly sitting up. “You wanna dance?”

“Do I wanna what?” Kie asked, barely awake.

“Dance. C’mon, dance with me.”

“There’s not any music--”

“Just listen to the marina, okay? And then I’ll take you home.”

Kie stumbled to her feet, taking Y/n’s hand as she pulled Kie close with a hand on the small of her back.

Kie leaned her head on Y/n’s shoulder, feeling the soft, rhythmic thump-thump of Y/n’s heart.

“Hey, Kie?”

“Hmm?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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“Kie. Kie, baby, wake up,” Y/n gently shook Kie awake as the sun rose. “Baby, dance with me.”

“It’s, like, the buttcrack of dawn, Y/n. Can’t this wait?”

“No. Come on, please? For me?”

Kie slowly rolled out of bed and let Y/n lead her out onto the balcony.

“C’mere, darlin’,” Y/n pulled Kie close, resting Kie’s head against her chest.

“I hate you.”

“I know.”

“Like, so much.”

“Would you still hate me if I asked you to marry me?”

“Probably. I don’t even look good.”

“Liar. You look beautiful,” Y/n kissed Kie’s forehead softly and pulled away. As she got down on one knee, she said, “Kiara Carrera. You’ve had a hold on me since the day we met, even if you didn’t know it. These past two years have been a complete dream, and I’m terrified that I’m going to wake up.”

She pulled a small box out of her pocket. “Kie, baby, light of my life. Will you marry me?”Kie nodded, her hands over her mouth and her eyes welling with tears. “Yes.” Y/n slid the ring onto her finger and kissed Kie softly, resting her forehead on Kie’s. “Oh my God, I gotta tell Sarah. She was right.”

#obxweek23 #kiara carrera x reader #kiara carrera x you #kiara carrera imagine #kiara carrera angst #kiara carrera fluff #kiara carrera blurb #kiara carrera x fem!reader #kiara carrera fanfiction #outer banks fanfiction

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thepurgatorygames · 6 months

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[ WELCOME TO THE QUESADILLA ISLAND TEAM 1 ]

Welcome to the pacific island of Quesadilla, where all problems disappear and new friends appear! This are the first contestants to arrive to the island.

[[ WELCOME ]]

- PhilzaMinecraft - FoolishGamers

- Baghera Jones - Willyrex

- Carrerra - JaidenAnimations

- Cellbit - Slimecicle

- Felps - German

- Wilbur Soot - Vegetta777

~ Enjoy the island! :] ~

- Cucurucho :]

#qsmp purgatory #team bolas #purgatory event #qsmp au

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the-smashor · 11 months

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Azure Striker Gunvolt: The Matthew Project

Chapter 0: Prologue

My name is Nova Tsukuyomi. And I used to be dead.

I suppose I should explain. I was the leader of the Sumeragi Group’s Project Muse, and of a group of Adepts. Our goal was to use The Muse to control all Adepts, to attempt to fix the world by force, behind the backs of our superiors. I desired to try and use this control to try and fix the world, and hopefully one day relinquish it once it’s perfect. This failed due to the efforts of Gunvolt. In his selfishness, he decided to prevent me from saving mankind, instead choosing the life of a single girl. He ended the lives of myself and my comrades. Yet… something happened. Something I didn’t see coming.

One of the people I recruited was Elise, a horribly traumatized girl who’s Septima allowed her to resurrect the dead. Her psyche had been broken to the point where her mind had fragmented into three parts, each seemingly having their own soul. This allowed her to manifest her split personalities in different bodies and resurrect herself, in a manner of speaking. But if all three bodies died, she would remain dead.

I had her be the last resort defense, believing that due to her second personality’s limitless vitality, she could permanently stop Gunvolt. What I didn’t rely on was the son of Doctor Kamizono, Copen, managing to break into the station and kill her using a weapon copied from Carrera’s Septima. I underestimated him, and it cost me the strongest member of my team. It was practically checkmate.

But, despite her death… we all came back. Some inexplicable miracle had happened. Shortly after Gunvolt had left the station, we all returned to life.

Carrerra gave us an update on his battle with Gunvolt, and footage I obtained through some loyalists within the company confirmed it. The Muse had been killed, and the Azure Striker had struck down his mentor. QUILL had collapsed inward on itself. Yet, I still could

However, we had quickly come to an incredible realization. The previous time we were killed, our Glaives were transported back to HQ. But this time, they were destroyed, perhaps due to the intensity of our battles with the Azure Striker. As such, when we got resurrected again, we had full access to our Septimas.

I knew there was no longer any hope of being able to finish Project Muse. And now that I had failed, I would lose much of my influence within the company, becoming a mere pawn in their games, more so than I already was. So, using some of my contacts within the company, I managed to get us all out undetected.

My new plan is to gain political power internationally, so that I can change the world personally, ideally overthrowing Sumeragi itself. We decided to establish ourselves in France. The nation was in turmoil due to a controversial incident where an Adept’s home was burned down and his family was killed by an individual madman, which had resulted in instability. The government was desperate, desperate enough to take the offer of help from a young foreigner with an impressive resume promising solutions.

Six months after our escape, I heard from my contacts that the national defense boundary had been compromised, and that Japan was under attack by terrorists we had fought before. Eden. However, they ended up being stopped by the combined efforts of Gunvolt and Copen. Copen challenging them is obvious, given his desire to kill all Adepts. Gunvolt, I didn’t expect as much. Joule was already dead, so I don’t know what would spur him into action with QUILL gone from Japan. Perhaps he’s more complex than I first believed.

One year later, it seems Japan has been completely sealed off to the rest of the world. No communication with the nation, be it through phone or internet, is possible. I’ve even lost access to my contacts. They also made the barrier opaque, and thus impossible to see through. I’m aware of the emergency lockdown process, there’s no risk of the people starving and an artificial sky is put in place to ensure some semblance of normalcy, but with Eden defeated I don’t understand what threat could necessitate such a response.

It has now been four years since we left the country, three since the barrier’s emergency lockdown began. Me and the rest of my men have created our own organization thanks to favors earned from the French Government, the Matthew Project, likely the most powerful organization in Europe, though nowhere near as powerful as Sumeragi prior to the emergency lockdown. We’re also likely not as powerful as ATEMS, who managed to break through the national defense barrier at one point shortly before a worldwide outbreak of a phenomena known as Dragon Radiation, which is causing Adepts to go berserk worldwide.

Our current objective is to learn how ATEMS accomplished this and, hopefully, learn to replicate it, as Sumeragi is still refusing contact with anyone else. In a show of good faith, I have elected to hunt down a rogue serial killer who fled to Europe after being found out in Egypt. It is believed this killer either possesses incredible hacking ability or is allied with someone who has such, meaning further digital communication is not safe.

For the sake of safety, I’m sending a small team to meet up with one of ATEMS’ agents in person to gain any information we can. If all goes well, we should be capable of forming a plan of attack that minimizes risk and will get us in ATEMS’ good standing. Apparently, this killer originated in Japan, so I suppose it’s fitting that I’ll be the one to finish what my country could not.

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1958 Porsche 356 A Coupe

The Porsche 356A (T2) Speedster September 1957 to August 1958 (Carrerra Speedsters continued into 1959)

The last of the 356A Speedsters are probably the most attractive and the most desirable. The 356A (T2) Speedster was introduced in September 1957 and continued until the basic Speedster was replaced by the Convertible D in August 1958 although a number of Carrera, GS and GT Speedsters were produced in 1959.

History:

Ferdinand Porsche and the foundation of the Porsche Company

Ferdinand Porsche was born on September 3rd 1875, in the Bohemian village of Maffersdor. After attending grammar school and Staatsgewerbeschule (State Vocational School) in Reichenberg, he entered his father's metalworking business. The young and imaginative Ferdinand pursued a fascination with electricity working on the design of an electric car and in 1900 The Lohner-Porsche electric car is presented at the World Fair in Paris. Porsche's wheel hub engines brought the young engineer international attention. In the same year, he developed an all-wheel-drive racecar, as well as a hybrid petrol/electric vehicle.

In 1906 Ferdinand Porsche became Technical Director at Austro-Daimler in Wiener Neustadt. At the age of only 31, he became responsible for the model range of one of Europe's largest automotive concerns.

In September1909 Ferdinand's first son, Ferdinand Anton Ernst Porsche, later known as 'Ferry', was born. In 1910 The Austro-Daimler touring car designed by Ferdinand Porsche scores a triple victory in the Prince Henry Trials.

In 1923 as Technical Director and Board Member of the Daimler-Motoren-Gesellschaft in Stuttgart, Ferdinand Porsche was responsible for the design of the legendary Mercedes Compressor Sports Car and in the following year, he led the development of the 2-litre racecar won the Targa Florio. The Mercedes-Benz S-Type models dominate international motorsport from 1927.

Professor Ferdinand Porsche 1875-1951

In 1931 Ferdinand Porsche founded the company that bears his name "Dr. Ing. h. c. F. Porsche GmbH" to provide 'engineering and consultation on engine and vehicle design'. Based in Stuttgart the company carried out projects for manufacturers such as as Wanderer, Zündapp and NSU. In 1933 Porsche developed a Grand Prix mid-engined 16-cylinder racecar for Auto Union. He also developed a rear engined compact vehicle concept for NSU.

One year later the Porsche company received an official order for the design and construction of a German 'Peoples Car' or Volkswagen. The prototype was developed and assembled in the garage of the Porsche villa in Stuttgart and was road tested within 12 months At the same time production facilities were being set up for the Volkswagen which was officially called the 'KdF-Wagen'.

In December 1935 Ferdinand Alexander Porsche the first son of Ferry Porsche (and later known as 'Butzi') was born in Stuttgart.

During 1939 Porsche developed 3 racing coupés for long-distance endurance competition. These 'BerlinRome-Wagens' could be considered the forerunners of later Porsche sports cars.

He also designed the Mercedes T-80 in1939 to conquer the world land speed record. It was reputed to have a 3000 hp aircraft engine.

Because of the outbreak of the second world war Volkswagen production was diverted towards the military version of the Beetle, the Kübelwagen and Schwimmwagen. Only 1207 Volkswagen KdFs were built between 1941 and 1944

Porsche also designed several heavy tanks but did not get the production contract. Towards the end of the war the Porsche Engineering office moved to the relative safety of Gmünd in the Austrian province of Carinthia.

After the war the Volkswagen factory at Wolfsburg was taken over by the British and Ferdinand Porsche was arrested and imprisoned in France for 20 months.

In 1946 under the direction of Ferdinand Porsche's son Ferry, the Porsche Engineering office became involved in the design of an all-wheeldrive Grand Prix racecar for an Italian industrialist, Piero Dusio.

Ferry Porsche saw a market for a small, light two seater roadster and was unable to find a car in the market that matched his preference. He decided to build a car which became the first 356 and the first sportscar to bear the Porsche name.

#porsche #pink

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