#heres my promised long post it will happen again ❤️

[red-dyed-sarumane]

having been here from the very beginning i think my fave aru sekai series lore is that

• despite it very clearly being a series (it is. it IS i can prove it to u) hiiragi magnetite has never addressed it as such. the fan art tag on twitter is aru sekai bijutsuten However it was chosen via poll and was a listener created tag. hiiragima themself has yet to say anything about it being a series. if u ask them a question (for example when i asked if the charas have names) they wont correct u & know what ur talking about but nope. they dont talk about the content of the songs outside of the songs at all

• possibly not aru sekai but we'll see eventually- they decided to make a song thats one second for every like they got. theyre currently making a song thats 70,000 seconds long (like 19 &1/2 hours). they have the file name saved so that "seconds" is replaced with "illness" which sounds the same in jpn

• the content is so fucking specific every time i see other people try to translate it theyre like "this was so confusing". they are so right but also i promise u it gets 2% easier when u know the songs are related

• sena yuta does the art for the main aru sekai series songs. asa is the other illust. even tho asa tends to do art for nonseries songs (nadenna, uni, rasshaina) marshall maximizer & canon are absolutely part of the series & i cant believe i keep seeing people over look this. the motif is RIGHT THERE. canon says aru sekai de in THE FIRST LINE whats not clicking

• many songs have context as text flashed for a frame in the video background! as of right now aru sekai soushitsu, kyuuyaku hankagai, shuuen touhikou, unplanned apoptosis, marshall maximizer, canon (this ones in code) have text. oumen mokushiroku, kugutsu ashura, laboratory do not. (if u want to get technical oumen has the ou kanji to say its part of the aru sekai shoushitsu order but theres no new information in it)

• all of the songs except for kugutsu ashura & laboratory have the "nami no ne no yume wo miyou" melody from aru sekai shoushitsu worked in somewhere. if u dont believe me ill get u time stamps if u ask. those two songs dont have it but im telling u its thematic, they ARE part of the series, but i cant only really theorize on what it means until we get more songs & content

• hiiragima once said "if u dont know how to read the title of kugutsu ashura you can just call it ashura" this is especially funny bc they always put furigana for their titles in their descriptions.

• they actually do a good job of getting characterization across once u get past the technical language they use. some of them are a lot more obvious than others (unplanned apoptosis. i think this girls so funny bc its so different from everything else) but theres a lot u can get from the word choice/play once ur used to all the weird science (?) terms. sena yuta's art also does an AMAZING job of getting their characters down in a single drawing. u can tell so much from the art for real. this is a whole essay in itself im stopping here for now

• all the characters have names!!!!!! i would know i asked directly & they responded they said yes the characters have names but theyre waiting for the right moment to reveal them. every day this torments me both bc i would like to call her by name instead of saying tenshi everyday and also bc i know this means they have plot significance & im not ready to handle that

• so far all the charas in the songs are girls but if i remember correct the bg text in some songs (shoushitsu & maximzier i think? id have to double check) refers to there being at least one guy in there somewhere.

• this is just a personal note but none of these people have basic lab safety i mean look at their outfits. if the world wasnt ending they die anyway wearing that esp the laboratory chara but i digress

• in general the series is ur "the world is ending and we need to find a way to stop it from ending"typical story i guess. not only plays on destruction of the world but also destruction of the self. its not ur lighthearted easy to handle voca series if u want that may i suggest honeyworks or perhaps last notes mikagura school suite instead

• we dont have a timeline. i can tell u from context the songs arent being posted in chronological order. i have no idea what the order is ive made a guess before but its just a guess.

• theres a paragraph in shoushitsu about a swampman & hilarious as it sounds it actually describes exactly whats going on. both about how the world functions in that no two attempts are the same but also that people who lose their "self" are also The Same But Not. which is interesting to know its so thought out considering the time between songs & how hiiragima claims to just be doing whatever they want. its very cohesive. somehow.

• i have no idea why the english titles of the songs are like that on youtube. i dont know if they did that themself or not but i for one refuse to acknowledge that shuuen touhikou is called "blade" over there. girl what how did we get there u just lost soo much connotation doing that. i want to say the swords arent even a main part of the song but i dont think i can actually. anyway the "eng" titles on yt dont exist to me

• the theme used to be 5 kanji title songs were the main songs and katakana with the first repeating (ex MArshall MAximizer) were more like. sub or context songs. and then we have like canon & laboratory so idk if those are just another type of song along with the others or if they decided they didnt want to follow that anymore. i need more info but still something to note. the kanji songs also used to be sections of shoushitsu (kyuu, shuu, ou, fuu, mei, juu, mou, ei) but then, again, kugutsu ashura threw me off so [vague confused gesturing]

• rain. thats all i need to say really. very few songs that dont have rain or the color blue in it somewhere & that's absolutely intentional.

• i saw sena yuta say something about flower language in regards to the laboratory art but i never saw if they elaborated and my friend whos into flower language was having a time trying to pin point what flower it was so for now another mystery unsolved

#aru sekai series #magu-san goto #i could keep going but i think this is long enough for now #speaking of the art tag if u check it u will notice im there a lot! im not proud of this #their taste in characters is cool girl which also happens to be my taste in characters so. #[making excuses] #i still think its funny i almost didnt listen to kyuuyaku when it was posted bc i didnt remember the producer name #& was like oh its one of those small producers that are hit & miss #& then i listened & was like FUCK THIS IS RELATED TO THE OTHER ONE #and now its been over two years and im STILL deciphering this #a series about the end of the world can be something so personal actually #heres my promised long post it will happen again ❤️

[yauchfilms]

so american ✢ max verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x singer!reader

warnings: none; just some silly shit, some swearing, google translate dutch, max's home race is belgium and not the netherlands for timeline related reasons

summary: y/n is teasing way too many things at once…..can the fans keep up? 

author's note: this is NOT an original concept i am aware of this. but this hasn’t left my brain in days. i’ve got a very specific vision so let me cook. i know i haven't posted on here in over a year but i've returned an f1 fan. enjoy!

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yourname: i think i'm in love with montreal. sorry i’ve been so off the grid but i am Loving Life so hard. so much inspo in my life rn. will talk soon i promise. love u all bunches 🫶🏼🌷

ynsbestfriend: hey queen you have done it again!

-> yourname: ugh i love you so bad

user1: UM BAE WHOS THAT IN THE LAST SLIDE?

-> yourname: beats me! 

-> user1: i do not trust you. 

lilymhe: hiiiii pretty girl

-> yourname: stop im blushinggggg

user2: i fear she’s in her lover girl era 

-> user3: girl help im so fucking scared right now what’s happening

user4: so does any of this have to do with your story from yesterday??????

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yourname: life's been a beach lately. clearly i've been loathing my time in spain ://///

user5: IS THAT MAX

-> user6: no bc it HAS to be

heidiberger_: Loved spending the week with you! 🤍

-> yourname: same!!!!!! let's do it again sometime 🥰

-> user6: NOT DANNY RIC'S GF COMMENTING?????? AND LILY MUNI HE ON HER LAST POST???????

user6: no bc even if her and max were dating and she's been traveling with him why have we not seen her in the paddock

-> user7: to throw us off our rhythm????

-> user8: what if they debut at his home race in spa ijbol

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yourname: hahaha felt like dropping 2 things at once on u guys LOLLLLLLLL. thank u to redbullracing, spagrandprix, and the city of spa for letting me and my friends crash the race the other week to film the “so american” music video, and to maxie for winning in ur home country. it was so fucking special to be there supporting u. i love u baby!

ps. another thank u to max for thinking i'm the funniest person in the world and making fun of my americanness for as long as i've known him (which is quite a while).

enjoy this tune guys. it's urs forever and i hope u love it as much as i love the person it's about 🫶🏼 🇧🇪 🇳🇱 TU DU DU DU!!!!!

user9: OH NMY GOD I FUCKING KNEW I SAW U IN THE GARAGE

ynsbestfriend: thanks for letting me third wheel mommy

-> yourname: no one else i'd rather drag along!!!

danielricciardo: Welcome to the family! Song's a banger although I can't believe it's actually about Max of all people 🤢 GROSS!!

-> yourname: jealousy is a disease danny.

user10: i actually cannot fathom this this is so me core

alexandramalsaintmleux: I am so glad to know you! Your happiness is everything 🩷

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maxverstappen1: Spent a week away in New England with my talented, gorgeous girl. Loved getting away and experiencing America through her eyes! Consider me an honorary American now! Also, stream “So American” wherever you choose. It's about me 😉 

yourname: does this mean i can stop hiding in the garage now???

landonorris: Happy for you mate! Love the song as well yourname 🤍

-> yourname: awe thank u lando 🥺 i got more to show u when i see u next!!!!!!

redbullracing: ❤️💙

user11: MAX IS IN HIS LOVER BOY ERA

danielricciardo: How many more times can you say American?

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yourname: nothing like celebrating the best 2 weeks of my life than showing my boy around ye olde stomping grounds #soamerican

liamlawson30: This is so American of him

-> yourname: like he fits in so well!

lydianight: u'll have him in the american flag board shorts in no time

-> yourname: baby steps :///

user11: she really is in her lover girl era 🥺

clairo: did you take him to the chipotle that is also a historic landmark downtown??

-> yourname: dude of COURSE i did. he said it was "interesting"

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#formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #formula one x reader #f1 smau #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen #mv1 x reader #f1 texts #f1 fanfic #f1 social media au

[loving-august]

practicing him for your return demonstration!!

pairings. nursing student reader x various

notes. hi hi hi! first off, I don't know on what other nursing schools would do this but I tried my best to align this on what happened in my school. every institutions are different on their ways of teaching and procedures! if you are an actual nurse and youa re reading this...I hope u enjoy hehehe

btw @uravichii your mention last time made me write this 😧 (I'm heavily inspired)

+ it's been so long that i forgot how to write. (I joined the publication club in order for my writing skills to be more improved) and !! I'm planning to be posting here and there but not like i used to post here few years ago. Especially I'm a med student— I love and hate my course with a passion ❤️

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IMAGINE being a nursing student and you don't have someone to demo on....

Your ever so supportive boyfriend is there to be your patient for a while until you finish your practice on the return demonstrations. it's kind of funny when you try to say out loud the greetings and pretending that you are talking to him as if he's a patient and he will snort or make fun of you. A smack on his arm whenever he makes fun of you and you would start again from the very beginning.

"Stop laughing!"

"Sorry, you're just too funny."

You pouted, you replied in an annoyed tone, "how am I supposed to finish this with you looking at me like that." His gaze became more playful. He knows that you're annoyed. "What face?"

"Like that!"

He did it again.

"I swear I hope i'll make a mistake when trying intramuscular injection with you."

He raised both of his hands in the air playfully to show his surrender yo you. "Alright, alright. I'll stop this time, I promise."

And he did kept his promise.

With your words stuttering and couple of cussing of you forgetting the definition that you memorized, you finally finished saying the procedures. And to the fun part, the actual procedure to be done on your boyfriend.

You kept in mind that you still talking to him as if it's your actual patient.

"Sir, good morning, I am y/n l/n, a nursing student. Today i'll be administering the inject to you, is that okay with you sir?"

He nodded.

You prepared your 3cc syringe with your Plain NSS to be injected to him.

"Sir, I want you to relax your muscles sir. This will be quick," you began to inject him, and it was quicker than you expected. After that, you placed a dry cotton ball to the affected area and secured it with a transpore, and you began to clean up the equipments and the trash.

You approached to him and asked, "how was it? Was my hand heavy while injecting you?"

You were worried if you have hurted him since you were just a beginner and a bit nervous when doing this kind of thing.

"Not bad, you were gentle. Although you're kind of shaking before you injected me but after that? you were smooth." He answered.

You were thankful that he allowed you to be your 'patient' for your practice. "Thank you for trusting me. It means a lot to me, you know?"

"No problem. I'm glad I could help."

You can't help but hug and peppered his face with kisses.

© 2024 loving-august. All Rights Reserved. Do not repost. Do not plagiarize. Do not share on other platforms. Will get slapped if u do.

#๑.made by aug #jjk x reader #bnha x reader #genshin impact x reader #haikyuu x reader #getou suguru x reader #nanami x reader #gojo x reader #hawks x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #wriothesley x reader #childe x reader #ayato x reader #kita x reader #suna x reader #sukuna x reader #megumi x reader #itadori x reader #todoroki x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #alhaitham x reader #tartaglia x reader #zhongli x reader

[natailiatulls07]

The McLaren drivers

Lando Norris x Female!Driver!Reader

Summary - When the two McLaren drivers are seen sharing an intimate moment, fans go wild

Warning - None

Reader drivers for McLaren

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f1gridgossip

Spotted: McLarens drivers sharing a intimate moment after a night out in Monacos night life. Both have recently become single from their respective former relationships, is there something going on?

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username It’s definitely silly season!! When did this start??

username Yk I actually see it happening tho 🤭

username What is McLaren putting in there water??

usersname mama y papa? mama y papa?

yourusername

Spending my favourite season with my favourites

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username my favourites = Lando Norris?? 🤔

lilymhe what a beauty ❤️

= yourusername speak for yourself! 😍

oscarpiastri I know something you don't I know something you will never know

= yourusername shhh! 🤫

= username Oscar tell us! What is going on?!

= username I bet it’s about her and Lando

username Stop teasing us and feed us what we need please!! 😩

landonorris

Loving summer but only when I’m with you

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username BITCH We know who that is, no need to hide her!!

= username Everyone say it with me... Y/n

= username Y/n

yourusername Oooo who is that girl??

= landonorris Ooo you'll never know 😉

= username Aw come on, they're just messing with us now

username I mean you might as well hard lauch by now 😏

yourusername

Come to McLaren, we have love in the air 🤍

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username Well done guys, we knew it was coming 😌

mclaren Once again, our job here at McLaren is successful 😎

= yourusername Thank you McLaren!!

= landonorris Thank you McLaren!!

oscarpiastri Finally! Do you how long I had to hold this in?!

= landonorris Thanks mate 👍🏻

landonorris ❤️❤️❤️

= yourusername 🤍🤍🤍

landonorris

Darling, you're the one I want ❤️

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username Okay now I believe in love 😍

yourusername Aww baby you used taylor swift lyrics!!

= landonorris Only for you ❤️

username I don't know which one I want 😩

maxverstappen1 Now remember to keep it pg please 🙏🏻

= landonorris No promises!!

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[cartierre]

GIUOCO PIANO | cl16

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x latina!chess player!reader (fc: alexa demie)

part one: queen's gambit

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scuderiaferrariupdates Charles Leclerc arriving at the Albert Park Circuit without any special guest for the third race of the season in a row! Many speculate that there might be some troubles in paradise since he hasn't been seen with his long term girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N in quite a while.

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user1 please say sike right now ⤷ user2 unfortunately they haven't been seen in a really long time together

user3 wouldn't they put out a statement though if they're not dating aynmore? ⤷ user4 they don't have to or maybe the break up is fresh and none of them had found the time or words to do it yet ⤷ user5 sometimes actions speak louder than words

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charles_leclerc some quiet before the racing begins here in melbourne, australia

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user6 WHERE IS MY GIRL Y/N ⤷ user7 mate i don't think she's coming this weekend ⤷ user8 if they broke up i'll flip the table

user9 y/n didn't even like or comment i'm actually in tears what is this ⤷ user10 at least they still follow each other?

user11 i cannot do this any longer, i just want to know what happened to y/n

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scuderiaferrariupdates Charles Leclerc is arriving yet again on his own at the Baku City Circuit in Azerbaijan. This is the fourth time and the fourth race of the season where his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, hasn't been spotted anywhere. Is this the confirmation of their break up?

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user12 i just can't believe y/n would be so careless as to not come to his races, or even post about them ⤷ user13 she either really doesn't care anymore or they did break up and we're all just in denial

user14 i just know y/n's friends are fighting right now on who gets charles next ⤷ user15 noooo i laughed but it's not funny ⤷ user16 i thought y/n was charles breaking the homie hopping cicle

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yourusername there's a lot to announce so hold on to something. the reason i've been MIA the past few months was the world chess championship. i've been isolating myself with mentors in a hotel to study and practice for my matches to prepare for the championship. a huge thank you to all the people that have helped me, motivated me and encouraged me my whole career to never give up on myself, they're the reason i can call myself a chess world champion now. a special thank you to magnus_carlsen who didn't defend his title this year and was able to guide me throughout our sessions together, i wouldn't be where i am today without your guidance. another massive thank you to my fiancé and the love of my life, charles. Mi corazón (my heart), you've been so patient with me the last months, kept calling me despite my heavy mood swings and motivated me as much as you could. i'm so sorry i couldn't attend any of your races this year so far, but i promise i won't leave you alone for any longer. especially now that we have a big adventure to join soon, parenthood, you won't get rid of us so easily! te amo, gracias ❤️ (i love you, thank you)

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[muiitoloko]

Omg I love all your stories about Alan and his characters!! Especially Love Actually’s Harry stories caught my heart. I was wondering is ”Why?” going to get a sequel? Maybe showing Y/N and Harry happy again, perhaps with a long awaited child?

Thank you so much for your posts!! They brighten my days! ✨❤️

Title: Promise

Summary: The promises were fulfilled.

Pairing: Harry (love actually) × Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut and happy ending.

Author's Notes: I'm thrilled that you enjoy my stories featuring Alan Rickman's characters, especially the ones about Harry in Love Actually! Honestly, when I was writing this fanfic with Harry, I actually toyed with the idea of giving them a bittersweet ending because, well, a bit of heartache can add depth, right? But I totally get that readers often prefer the warm fuzzies, so I decided to give Harry and the reader the happy ending everyone expects. Thanks for brightening my day with your kind words! ✨❤️

First, Second, Third and Fourth part here.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, you watched Harry's dedication to rebuilding your relationship with a mixture of awe and gratitude. He was relentless in his efforts to make things right, showering you with affection and attention in ways you hadn't experienced in years. Gone were the days of meaningless gestures and last-minute gifts; instead, Harry took the time to truly connect with you, to make you feel loved and cherished in every possible way.

You found yourself falling back in love with him, rediscovering the joy and excitement of being with him that had been missing for so long. It was like going back to the early days of your relationship, when you were both young and carefree, lost in the dizzying throes of love.

But amidst the whirlwind of emotions and newfound happiness, there was still one topic that loomed large between you: children. It was a subject that had always been delicate, fraught with the pain of disappointment and unfulfilled dreams. You both wanted children desperately, had tried for years to conceive, only to be met with heartbreak and despair each time.

And now, knowing that Harry had harbored resentment towards you for your inability to conceive made the fear in your heart grow stronger. What if he came to hate you for it again? What if history repeated itself, and you found yourselves back in the same cycle of hurt and betrayal?

It was a conversation you knew you needed to have, no matter how difficult or painful it might be. And so, on that day when Harry came to your apartment to spend the day with you, you gathered your courage and broached the subject that had been weighing heavily on your mind.

"Harry," you began, your voice steady despite the nervous fluttering in your chest. "Can we talk about something?"

Harry looked up from where he was sitting on the couch, his gaze softening as he met your eyes. "Of course, love," he replied, his voice warm with affection. "What's on your mind?"

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation ahead. "It's about... children," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I know it's a sensitive topic for both of us, but I think we need to address it."

Harry's expression softened even further, his eyes filled with understanding as he reached out to take your hand in his. "I know, sweetheart," he murmured, his thumb stroking soothing circles on the back of your hand. "It's something we've both wanted for so long, and it breaks my heart that we haven't been able to make it happen."

Tears welled in your eyes at his words, the pain of your shared disappointment washing over you like a tidal wave. "I'm scared, Harry," you admitted, your voice trembling with emotion. "Scared that you'll come to hate me again, like you did before."

Harry's grip on your hand tightened, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "I wouldn't hate you, not anymore," he declared, his voice steady and resolute. "I was foolish to ever feel resentful toward you. It wasn't your fault; it never was. It was me, unable to resolve my own feelings, letting them fester and grow into something ugly. But I'm different now; I've matured, and I see things clearly. The answer is no, I will never hate you."

The weight of his words lifted a burden from your heart, filling you with a sense of relief and gratitude. "But what if we never have children, Harry?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper as you struggled to contain your tears. "Can you live with that? Can we... can we be enough for each other?"

Harry's gaze never wavered as he met your eyes, his expression filled with unwavering determination. "We already are, love," he replied, his voice steady and sure. "You and me, together against the world. That's all I've ever wanted, all I'll ever need."

And in that moment, as you looked into Harry's eyes, you knew that he meant every word. Despite the pain and disappointment that had plagued your relationship, despite the uncertainty of what the future might hold, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that life threw your way.

With tears of gratitude streaming down your cheeks, you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Harry's, sealing your love and commitment to each other in a tender kiss. And as you held each other in a tight embrace, lost in the warmth of your shared love, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart to heart.

In the days that followed, the weight of the unresolved issue of children lifted from your shoulders, and you and Harry found yourselves moving forward with renewed hope and determination. There were moments of doubt and insecurity, of course, memories of Harry's betrayal still lingering in the back of your mind. But Harry's unwavering commitment to rebuilding your relationship, coupled with his newfound openness and trust, helped ease your fears and reassure you of his love.

One significant gesture that spoke volumes about Harry's sincerity was his willingness to share his cell phone with you. Previously, he had kept it close, always vigilant about keeping it nearby and not letting you touch it. But now, he handed you the freedom to access his cell phone, giving you the password without hesitation. Likewise, you reciprocated, allowing Harry free access to your phone.

This newfound transparency and trust brought a sense of relief and security to your relationship. Over time, as Harry's calmness in letting you use his cell phone became evident, you found that the insecurities tormenting your mind began to dissipate. You no longer felt the need to constantly check Harry's phone for signs of infidelity; you came to trust him completely and fell even more in love with the new version of Harry.

But that day, as you stood there in disbelief, staring at the positive pregnancy test in your trembling hands that you received after visiting the doctor, a whirlwind of emotions swept over you. For years, you and Harry had tried to conceive, only to be met with disappointment time and again. And now, in the most unexpected moment, when you had finally made peace with the issue of having children, you were pregnant.

The shock of the news left you feeling numb at first, unable to fully comprehend the magnitude of what it meant. A baby—there was a baby growing inside you, a precious little life that was a testament to your love for each other. It was as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on you, testing your resolve just when you thought you had found peace.

But as the initial shock wore off, a sense of overwhelming happiness washed over you. A baby! You were going to have a baby, something you had dreamed of for so long. Despite the uncertainties and fears that lingered in the back of your mind, the prospect of becoming parents filled you with a sense of joy and excitement that you had never experienced before.

You debated whether to call Harry and share the news immediately, but something inside you urged caution. Maybe it was the fear of jinxing it, or perhaps the desire to surprise him with the news in a special way. Whatever the reason, you decided to keep the news to yourself for now, planning to reveal it to Harry when the time was right.

So, you spent the rest of the day lost in thought, the pregnancy test clutched tightly in your hand as you contemplated the future. You imagined what it would be like to hold your baby in your arms, to see Harry's face light up with joy at the news. Despite the doubts and uncertainties that nagged at you, there was a sense of peace and contentment in knowing that you were finally going to have the family you had always longed for.

As the evening approached, you found yourself bustling around the kitchen, preparing dinner for you and Harry. It had become somewhat of a routine for him to come over after work, almost as if he unofficially lived with you. You smiled to yourself as you set the table, knowing that Harry would be arriving soon.

Sure enough, as the clock ticked closer to the time he usually arrived, you heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking. Your heart skipped a beat as you hurried to open it, anticipation coursing through your veins.

"Hey, love," Harry greeted you with a warm smile as he stepped inside, shrugging off his coat. "How was your day?"

You returned his smile, feeling a rush of happiness at the sight of him. "It was good," you replied, your voice tinged with excitement. "How about yours?"

Harry's brow furrowed slightly as he studied your expression, a hint of curiosity in his eyes. "You seem... unusually happy," he remarked, his voice filled with amusement. "Not that I'm complaining, of course."

You chuckled nervously, hoping he wouldn't notice the nervous fluttering in your chest. "Oh, just had a good day at work, that's all," you lied, your smile faltering slightly under his scrutiny.

To your relief, Harry seemed to accept your explanation without further question, his smile widening as he reached out to pull you into a tight hug. "Well, I'm glad to hear it," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

You melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body against yours as you savored the moment. Despite the lingering doubts and uncertainties in your mind, being with Harry always made everything feel right in the world.

After a moment, you reluctantly pulled away, a sheepish smile playing on your lips. "Come on, dinner's almost ready," you said, taking his hand and leading him towards the kitchen.

As you entered the cozy kitchen, the scent of home-cooked food filled the air, making Harry's stomach growl in anticipation. He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he took in the scene before him.

"Well, well, well, looks like someone beat me to dinner tonight," he teased, giving you a playful nudge with his elbow. He then carelessly took his cell phone out of his pocket and placed it on the table, almost throwing it.

You laughed, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you at his lighthearted banter. "I figured it was my turn to cook," you replied, shooting him a mischievous grin. "Besides, I wanted to surprise you."

Harry's smile softened, his gaze filled with affection as he pulled you into another hug. "You're full of surprises, aren't you?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

You smiled, feeling a rush of happiness at his words. "Only for you," you whispered, leaning into his embrace as you savored the moment.

As you sat down to enjoy your meal together, the atmosphere was filled with warmth and love. Despite the uncertainties and challenges that lay ahead, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that life threw your way. And as you looked into Harry's eyes, you felt a sense of peace wash over you like a gentle wave, knowing that together, you could overcome anything.

After a nice dinner filled with laughter and easy conversation, you and Harry retreated to the kitchen to tackle the aftermath of the meal. As you washed the dishes, Harry stood beside you, drying them with practiced efficiency.

The sound of water running and the clink of dishes filled the air as you worked side by side, the comfortable silence between you a testament to the ease of your relationship. It was moments like these that reminded you of why you had fallen in love with Harry in the first place, his unwavering support and dedication a constant source of comfort and reassurance.

As you reached for another plate, you felt Harry's arms wrap around you from behind, his body pressing against yours as he nuzzled your neck with soft kisses.

"I missed you today," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. "Can't get enough of you, darling."

You melted against him, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you like a cozy blanket. Setting the dry plate aside, you turned to face Harry, your arms winding around his neck as you gazed up at him with adoration.

"I missed you too," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as you leaned in to capture his lips in a tender kiss.

The kiss quickly deepened, passion flaring between you as you lost yourselves in each other's embrace. Harry's hands roamed eagerly over your body, his touch igniting a fire within you that burned hot and fierce.

With a needy moan, you pressed yourself closer to him, your bodies melding together in a tangle of limbs and desire. The feel of Harry's lips trailing hot kisses along your neck sent shivers of pleasure coursing through you, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.

"You drive me wild, you know that?" Harry murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire as he trailed his lips lower, his hands sliding down to grip your hips.

You gasped at the sensation, arching into his touch as you felt the familiar ache of desire building deep within you. "Only for you," you breathed, your voice laced with need as you pulled him closer, craving the feel of him against you.

With a hungry growl, Harry lifted you onto the countertop, his hands roaming eagerly over your body as he claimed your lips in a heated kiss. The world fell away around you as you lost yourselves in the passion and intensity of the moment, the need for each other consuming you completely.

Clothes were shed in a frenzy of desire, the air thick with the heady scent of arousal as you gave yourselves over to the pleasure that pulsed between you. The countertop was hard against your back, but you hardly noticed as Harry buried himself deep inside you, filling you completely with each powerful thrust.

With each movement, you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. "Harry," you cried out, your voice a breathless whisper as you surrendered completely to the ecstasy that consumed you.

Harry's response to your plea was a low, guttural groan. You knew you had awakened something primal within him. With fierce determination, he lifted you effortlessly, still buried deep inside you, as he carried you to the bedroom. His queen deserved a bed, deserved everything, and Harry was determined to give you just that.

With a gentle yet firm hand, Harry laid you down on the soft mattress, the cool sheets a stark contrast to the heat that radiated between you. He wasted no time in rejoining you, his body hovering over yours as he claimed your lips in a hungry kiss.

"You're mine," Harry growled against your lips, his baritone voice sending shivers of desire down your spine. "All mine."

You melted into his embrace, lost in the intensity of his touch as he ravaged your lips with a ferocity that left you breathless. His hands roamed eagerly over your body, igniting a fire within you that burned hot and fierce.

With a low moan of pleasure, you wrapped your legs around Harry's waist, pulling him closer as he thrust himself inside you with a primal urgency. The sensation of him filling you completely sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, the need for him overwhelming in its intensity.

"Harder, Harry," you gasped, your voice a desperate plea as you surrendered completely to the ecstasy that consumed you. "Please, I need you."

Harry's response was a low, guttural groan of approval as he complied with your request, his movements becoming more urgent and frantic. With each powerful thrust, he drove you both closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo.

But Harry wasn't satisfied yet, not when he knew he could give you so much more. With a determined focus, he shifted his position, grabbing one of your legs and placing it over his shoulder to get a better angle. The change in position allowed him to hit your g-spot with precision, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

"Oh god, Harry," you cried out, your voice filled with ecstasy as he drove you to the brink of oblivion. "Right there, don't stop!"

Harry's response was a low, primal growl as he intensified his efforts, his movements becoming more frenzied and desperate. With each thrust, he pushed you closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo.

And then, with a final, powerful thrust, you tumbled over the edge into ecstasy, your body convulsing with pleasure as waves of bliss washed over you. Harry followed soon after, his own release tearing through him with explosive force as he spilled himself inside you, claiming you as his own in a blaze of passion and desire.

As you both collapsed against each other, spent and satisfied, you couldn't help but revel in the aftermath of your passion. Harry's hooked nose brushed against your cheek as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, his glasses askew and his chest heaving with exertion.

"You're incredible," Harry murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you."

As you lay there, wrapped in the aftermath of your passionate embrace with Harry, tears welled up in your eyes. The intensity of your love-making had stirred something deep within you, a profound sense of connection and belonging that left you feeling overwhelmed with emotion.

Feeling loved in that moment, you knew you could no longer keep the news to yourself. As Harry nuzzled your neck with soft kisses, you felt his warmth enveloping you like a protective cocoon, and you knew it was time to share your joy with him.

But as you tried to compose yourself, Harry noticed your tears, his expression shifting from one of contentment to one of confusion and concern. His brows furrowed as he looked at you, a hint of desperation in his voice as he questioned what was wrong.

"Darling, what's the matter?" Harry asked, his baritone voice filled with worry. "Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?"

You shook your head, trying to hold back your tears as you reached out to caress his cheek. "No, Harry, you didn't do anything wrong," you reassured him, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I have something to tell you."

Harry's confusion deepened as he studied your face, his eyes searching yours for answers. But before he could say anything else, you interrupted him with a tender kiss, pouring all your love and affection into the gesture.

When you pulled away, Harry looked at you with a mixture of surprise and anticipation, his eyes wide with curiosity. "What is it, love?" he asked, his voice gentle and encouraging.

Taking a deep breath, you met Harry's gaze head-on, your heart pounding in your chest. "I'm pregnant, Harry," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. "I just went to the doctor today to do some tests, and... the doctor confirmed that I'm pregnant."

For a moment, there was silence as Harry processed your words, his expression frozen in disbelief. Pregnant? The word echoed in his mind, sending shockwaves of realization through him.

Slowly, Harry reached out to take your hand, his fingers trembling slightly as he squeezed yours tightly. "Are you... are you serious?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks as you met Harry's gaze with unwavering determination. "Yes, Harry, I'm serious," you replied, your voice filled with love and hope. "We're going to have a baby."

Still in a state of disbelief, Harry remained silent, his eyes locked with yours as he struggled to process the magnitude of what you had just told him. You started to feel nervous, the silence stretching between you as you waited for his response.

"Harry?" you called out tentatively, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "Are you okay?"

But Harry didn't respond. Instead, he pulled out of you and left the bedroom, leaving you sitting on the bed, confused and heartbroken. You wrapped the sheets around you, feeling a sense of sadness washing over you as you wondered if Harry was leaving, if he didn't like the news of the pregnancy.

Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as you contemplated the possibility of Harry walking away from you. But just as despair began to consume you, you were interrupted by the sound of Harry returning to the bedroom.

Your heart skipped a beat as Harry knelt in front of you, a velvet box in his hand. With trembling fingers, he opened the box, revealing a beautiful ring nestled inside. Your breath caught in your throat as you realized what was happening.

"I've been waiting for the perfect opportunity to do this," Harry began, his voice filled with emotion. "The right moment. And I realize now that this is the rightest time I could find."

He looked up at you, his eyes shining with love and sincerity. "So, do you want to marry me again?" he asked, his voice filled with hope.

Tears of joy filled your eyes as you looked at Harry, feeling overwhelmed with love and gratitude. "Yes, Harry, yes!" you exclaimed, your voice choked with emotion. "I want to marry you again."

With a relieved smile, Harry slipped the ring onto your finger, his hands trembling slightly as he made a silent vow to cherish you for the rest of his life.

"I promise, love," Harry whispered, his voice filled with determination. "I'll do things the right way this time. I swear on my life."

And in that moment, as you looked into Harry's eyes, you knew that despite the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart to heart. With Harry by your side, you were ready to embrace whatever the future held, knowing that your love would carry you through any storm.

As you stood in the park, the warm breeze gently rustling the leaves of the old oak tree, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you. This tree held so many memories for you and Harry, memories of the promises you made to each other all those years ago, when you were just young and in love.

With a soft smile, you reached out and traced the initials carved into the rough bark of the tree, feeling the familiar grooves beneath your fingertips. "H + Y," you whispered, your voice filled with affection as you remembered the day you and Harry had carved your names into the tree, sealing your love and commitment to each other for eternity.

As you gazed at the initials, lost in the memories they evoked, you felt a small hand slip into yours, tugging gently at your fingers. Looking down, you saw your son Hadrian standing beside you, a determined expression on his face as he stared up at you with wide, innocent eyes.

"Mommy, help me write my name," Hadrian pleaded, his voice filled with excitement. "I want it to be next to yours and Daddy's."

Your heart swelled with love as you looked at your son, his resemblance to Harry strikingly evident in his bright eyes and unruly mop of brown hair. He was the light of your life, a constant source of joy and laughter that filled your days with happiness.

"Of course, sweetheart," you replied, bending down to his level and ruffling his hair affectionately. "Let's go write your name together."

Hadrian nodded eagerly, his small fingers grasping the stick tightly as he carefully began to trace the letters of his name onto the bark of the tree. You watched with pride as he concentrated intently, his tongue poking out slightly from the corner of his mouth in concentration.

"Good job, buddy," you praised him, unable to contain the smile that spread across your face. "You're doing great."

Hadrian beamed up at you, his eyes shining with pride as he finished writing his name. "Look, Mommy!" he exclaimed, pointing excitedly at the crooked letters carved into the tree. "I did it!"

You laughed at his excitement, feeling a swell of love and gratitude in your heart as you looked at your son. "Yes, you did, sweetheart," you replied, wrapping him in a tight hug. "I'm so proud of you."

As you held Hadrian in your arms, surrounded by the beauty of the park and the warmth of the afternoon sun, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude. Despite the obstacles and challenges you had faced along the way, here you were, together as a family, happy and fulfilled.

Looking over at Harry, who was standing a few feet away, watching the scene with a proud smile on his face, you felt a sense of contentment wash over you. He had been your rock, your partner in every sense of the word, and together, you had weathered every storm that life had thrown your way.

"Come on, Mommy," Hadrian said, tugging at your hand impatiently. "Daddy's waiting for us."

You chuckled at his eagerness, allowing him to lead you back to where Harry was standing. As you approached, Harry knelt down to scoop Hadrian up into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to his cheek.

"Did you write your name, buddy?" Harry asked, his voice filled with pride as he looked at Hadrian.

Hadrian nodded enthusiastically, his face beaming with excitement. "I did, Daddy!" he exclaimed, wriggling in Harry's arms to show off his handiwork.

Harry laughed, his eyes sparkling with joy as he looked at the crooked letters carved into the tree. "That's amazing, Hadrian," he said, pressing another kiss to his son's cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

You smiled at the sight of the two of them, a wave of love washing over you as you watched them together. This was what happiness looked like, you realized, not the absence of challenges, but the presence of love and family to face them together.

As Harry turned to you, his eyes filled with love and gratitude, you knew that the promise you and he had made all those years ago had been fulfilled. You were happy, truly happy, and nothing could ever change that.

With a smile, you reached out to take Harry's hand, feeling the warmth of his touch as he squeezed your fingers tightly. Together, you stood there in the park, surrounded by the beauty of nature and the love of your family, knowing that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that life threw your way.

#alan rickman #harry #love actually #harry x reader #alan rickman x reader #oc

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Just read through your post about Konigs fantasies and ughhghuguhg the one about an M/F/F/F fantasy has my mind reeling, imagine a BiPoly Engel who wants to try threesomes with her best friend (bonus points if she and her are the same person in different fonts lmao) who's having a hard time with men so Engel suggests she joins them. I mean Engel cares SO much about her and wants to make her happy, nothing wrong with sharing the best thing in her life with her life long bestie right, Koni? (of course this isn't about watching him completely wreck her friend while she watches then eats her out when he cums inside, followed by a nasty make out sesh)

also imagine doubling the amount of praise he gets "god he's so good" "isn't he the best?" "jesus how do you even walk after taking him so much?!" poor guy is gonna have a heart attack.

Konig can finally be both big spoon and little spoon at the same time.

eventually Friend stays over when Konig is away on long missions because it gets so lonely without him and she needs someone who GETS it, can't decide if he would be excited by the amount of new content he gets from his surveillance cameras or annoyed because he's not there to join them.

Asdgdhhdgsgag this is the last straw I can't take this anymore

CW: polyamory, smut & fluff, 18+ ONLY, minors DNI

Like, personally I would never share this man with anyone but GOOD GOD THIS IS TOO CUTE & HOT I NEED TO SWIM IN THIS FOR A MOMENT because

Imagine if it was König's birthday present too??

Like Engel is waiting for him with her cute friend, both are naked as he comes in, or at the very least standing there in nothing but their cute little underwear, there's birthday balloons all over the place and they have made this beautiful big birthday cake for him and König almost faints when he sees it all. ("Und was ist das hier?" 👀)

Lol and the poor friend?! She freezes too when she sees König, almost gets cold feet there on the spot and blurts out something like "He's so big… Uh, I mean, tall," to Engel (as if König can't hear them) and Engel tries to reassure her that "Please, don't be shy, you're not going to regret this" (again, as if König wasn't in the same room at all) and "I tried to tell you he's big! But don't worry. He can be very gentle. Isn't that right, König…?"

And that's where König finally gets to join in, promises that Ja he is very gentle there's no need to be afraid, and just, how could he say no? It's all wrong and right at the same time, and damn him if he's not tender and careful with these two compliant, needy ladies, both of these women are just shivering, Engel from anticipation and the (quite frankly horrified) friend from the prospect of getting impaled by the biggest cock she's ever seen…

But because König would never hurt women, he of course treats his birthday present with utter care. And perhaps they prepare the friend together with Engel…?

And when she finds out how much she enjoys their kisses, she would soon demurely ask if König could perhaps prepare her with his fingers…? *shy* And Engel would kiss her all over while König eats her out, adds a finger, two, then three… Next thing she asks is if they could both ride König a little (like this is a situation where you could really get the subby side out of top!König, he wouldn't say no to any of these suggestions) and they almost get into a little fight at some point because, well, there's just one cock :(((

Meanwhile König could break down and cry because clearly, he's in heaven... He just basks in their attention as they finally come to an agreement that ok, one of them can sit on his face while the other rides his cock, and then they can change ❤️ But Engel & co clearly underestimate König because they end up cumming together, they even reach to hold hands when it happens (like who's birthday is it here, theirs or König's?) and only after they're both a sloppy mess can our King properly enjoy them both, move them around and use them however he wants ❤️

And König praises them both for sure (tries to coach and talk them through it, like "You can take it, just a bit more, that's it, does that feel good?" and "Wait for your turn little one" and "I want to see you two kiss")

But… What if they praised him? You know, listed all the things they like about him: his thighs, his eyes, his hands, his mouth, his accent, his cock (of course)... Our friend is just mewling when König gets that cock fully inside her, like: "He's so big… Baby… Where did you find this man?? Oh god, he's going to make me squirt–"

And poor brave König is trying to think of sticks and stones and bricks and anything that wouldn't make him cum on the spot, but he really has nothing to worry about because these ladies are not that easily satisfied. They want to play with him for hours I'd wager, until they've tried all kinds of things with him and König is so spent he can't get it up anymore (imagine that) and there's no choice but to sleep the weariness away, and they curl up together, all cute and purring, in a sweaty heap, and of course our birthday boy is in the middle, being held by these two happy, giggling women ❤️

He's the happiest man in the world as he falls asleep between their warm, soft, thrumming bodies that cling to him like he's the best cuddly toy in the world ^^ Engel is telling him how much she loves him and they both plant kisses on his body and the friend is like "I'm falling in love too" and König is trying his best not to tear up.

(I'm crying at the polycule idea, it'd be so cute to have him come home to these two gals wearing his t-shirts and playing Jenga or something, there's food and cuddles aplenty in store for him and he'd get them a big big tub where they can all relax together, König would have one woman on each side and the tension and stress and aches in his muscles would melt away in minutes.

And if he'd get all yandere and annoying and bothersome, Engel and her friend would simply shrug because they've made this silent agreement to suck him into compliance, like imagine König trying to be a bully and a menace when there's two women giving him a sloppy messy blowjob? Nope, not gonna happen. They're just gonna slurp him until he sees stars, and then cuddle him and shush him to sleep.)

#full brainrot #pure filth #absolutely feral #könig smut #könig fluff #polyamory with König #anon I want to kiss you for this #softly on the forehead #*big smooch*

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

Heya, Mouse. I hope you're doing well. 😊

So, I recently got the Mr. Qi mature event again in my most recent save. A personal issue I have with this event is that no one, including your own spouse, ever hint at the event at all. Yes, the Farmer can't talk about it, but surely they'd be acting differently after such a scary and traumatic event? So my request is this: How would the sdv/sve marriagables + Krobus (bc I know my shadow roomie would be worried too) feel about the Farmer acting differently after they were found after the Qi event? Like, maybe the Farmer's more jumpy and sullen after what had happened, but they can't say anything because of the seal.

Hi, hello! 👋 I'm doing fine! ☺️ Thanks for your question, and I really apologize for taking so long to reply 😅 I decided to post here about only Bachelors + Krobus, hope you don't mind. Anyway, thanks again for caring and for the ask! Enjoy ❤️

Sam:

Given that the Farmer was found unconscious in the forest, Sam immediately thought that the reason for their behaviour was that they had been frightened by a wild bear or wolves. No wonder: you are lying defenceless and predators are walking around you, wanting to eat you. The young musician's guesses are far from the truth of what really happened to Farmer, but whatever happens, Sam will be there for his love, supporting them and comforting them.

Elliott:

Poor Elliott nearly had a stroke when he saw Farmer lying in a hospital bed at the Clinic. Taking them by the hand, the writer began to ask what had happened to his spouse, but was quickly silenced when he saw Farmer getting even worse. Elliott apologises for his panic and will do his best to make Farmer feel better. He still hopes that Farmer will be able to tell what happened in the future.

Shane:

Shane feels angry and wants to punch someone (or something) with his fist, which is the reason for Farmer's sadness and constant tension. He is even ready to fight with the whole world if he has to - no one dares to offend the people close to him and get away with it. But realising that Farmer's rage won't help him in any way, Shane tries to comfort them and calm them down. Even suggests they go to the therapist he went to himself after that event on the hill. Magic, not magic, he doesn't know shit about it. All he needs right now is to be there for Farmer and give them all the help and support they need.

Sebastian:

Sebastian can't calm down himself now. He knows that the Farmer fights monsters every day, which is the pure nightmare fuel of many people's lives, and the fact that his spouse met someone that even scared them.... However, Sebby is trying her best not to show his worries, because right now the Farmer needs someone to protect them. And he will be brave for them now, just as Farmer was brave for Sebastian and the other people they were protecting.

Alex:

Alex went into full protective mode, not letting anyone he deemed suspicious near Farmer. The young athlete thinks that some tourists have decided to attack and harm Farmer, as many people (including some unpleasant ones) have come to Stardew Valley, to admire the local town and relax. Unfortunately, Farmer can't tell the real reason, and that's what kills them the most - it's the inability to tell Alex what happened. However, gentle words and cuddles in bed are just what Farmer needs after the traumatic event.

Harvey:

Breathing exercises, sedation, elimination of junk food..... Harvey doesn't know what happened to the Farmer, but he certainly knows how to help them. Alas, in matters magical he will not help in any way, so does not even know of its existence. But Harvey will definitely do his best to help deal with his spouse's depressed mood. He promise to them, everything will be alright, doctor's word!

Magnus:

Magnus know very well about the silencing spell, as he knows this school of magic very well. And the fact that his spouse was acting like a frightened lamb after that strange event made him think about this possible option. Touching their hand, Magnus was scalded like fire, leaving no doubt. Magic. Dark, unfamiliar magic. The Farmer no longer needed to try to say anything, Rasmodius understood all at once. The wizard would assure his lover that he would definitely help them, no matter who cursed Farmer.

Lance:

Lance didn't feel magic as subtly as the same Rasmodius or Camilla, but he could feel the incomprehensible dark aura that wrapped around Farmer's neck like ropes. His one penetrating look into his consort's frightened eyes was enough for Lance to signal to some his fellow mages, including same Camilla and Magnus, that something out of the ordinary had happened. The gallant adventurer also remembered to kiss them on the forehead and envelope them in a tight hug, reassuring them and promising them that everything would be all right.

Victor:

Victor, seeing how the constant tension and depressive state is affecting his beloved spouse, he tries to find a therapist to help Farmer. Poor Victor cannot watch them suffer, so will offer his support and convinced them accept professional help. The sad irony is that Farmer can't tell anyone, no matter how hard they try. Still, they're glad Victor won't leave them alone.

Krobus:

Krobus doesn't realise what exactly happened to Farmer, but shadow person can feel them exuding alien magic and a restless aura after they returned from the clinic. Never, no matter what dangerous adventures they had been on, had the Krobus seen the Farmer so frightened. The fact that they wouldn't tell him anything tensed the shadow person even more. It's unlikely that Farmer would lie to him like this if they had always told Krobus everything about their adventures before. Something is wrong, and Krobus, worried about his friend, thinks that maybe Magnus or Marlon can help Farmer.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sve lance #sdv wizard #sdv sebastian #sdv shane #sdv alex #sdv sam #sdv harvey #sdv elliott #sve magnus #sve victor #thanks for the ask! #sdv headcanons #sve headcanons #sdv krobus

[virgoilluminati]

WORLD CLASS

Chapter 6

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A/N: Hey guys, long time no see. Happy 2024! I hope everything is going the way you wanted this year to go so far. Apologies for being M I A. Cannot promise that it won't happen again, but I'm trying honestly. Here is the next part of the world class fanfic - currently posting archived posts so hopefully my posts will be a bit more frequent. Anywayysss enjoy :)

ps: i know that one of the photos y/n is wearing an orlando kit, please just imagine this as if its the england kit (i tried looking at couldn't find a single photo.)

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As the trio—Y/N, Russo, and Toone—receive a summons to meet with Serena Weigman, the tension rises once again.

Seated side by side in Serena’s office, the trio exchanges anxious glances, awaiting Serena’s decision. Before the manager can delve into the details, a sudden commotion outside the office draws her attention.

In Serena’s absence, Russo and Toone begin to whisper to each other, casting furtive glances in your direction. The mystery surrounding their hushed conversation only fuels your confusion.

Finally, unable to contain your curiosity, you ask, “What’s going on, guys? Why the secret conversation?”

Toone hesitates, exchanging a glance with Russo before breaking into a grin. "Okay, here's the deal," she begins, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "If either of us gets the chance to replace James, we've decided we'll give it up for you."

Your eyes widen in disbelief. "What? Why would you do that?"

Russo chimes in, "Because, Y/N, we genuinely believe you deserve this opportunity more than anyone. You've been giving your all on and off the pitch. It's your time to shine."

You, humbled and slightly overwhelmed, stammer, "But... I don't understand. Why me?"

Toone smiles, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Because we're a team, and we know you'll make the most of this chance. We believe in you."

Russo nods in agreement. "You've got the heart, the spirit, and the skill. This is your moment, Y/N."

As Serena returns to her office, the trio—You, Russo, and Toone—shifts their attention back to the manager. Serena, her expression serious yet compassionate, begins laying out the scenario.

"Alright, girls, here's the situation," Serena starts, her eyes moving from one player to the next. "As you know, James is out due to the red card. It's a crucial match, and decisions have to be made."

Your stomach churns with a mix of nerves and anticipation. You exchange glances with Russo and Toone, both of whom share a silent understanding.

"We've got options, and I need your input," Serena continues. "Toone, Russo, both of you have been in excellent form. But here's the catch—we can only pick one."

Serena pauses, letting the weight of her words settle. Outside the office, the buzz of activity hints at the significance of the moment.

"Toone," Serena turns to the forward, "you've been a force up front. Your agility and goal-scoring prowess are invaluable."

Toone nods, her eyes reflecting the gravity of the decision at hand.

"Russo," Serena shifts her focus, "your ability to create opportunities and your strategic play have been crucial for us."

Russo acknowledges Serena with a determined nod.

"And then, there's you, Y/N," Serena says, turning to you with a hint of a smile. "A versatile player, a team player, someone who's demonstrated resilience both on and off the field."

You feel a mixture of pride and nervousness as Serena acknowledges your contribution.

"Before we make a decision," Serena continues, "I need your honest thoughts. Speak up. What are your strengths, and how do you think you can contribute to this crucial match?"

Toone and Russo take turns expressing their confidence in their abilities, emphasizing how they could make a difference on the pitch. You, though still battling the lingering nausea, speak about your adaptability, teamwork, and the determination to give your best, regardless of the position.

Serena listens attentively, weighing your words. Just as the discussion reaches a pivotal point, another commotion from outside interrupts the conversation. Serena excuses herself briefly, promising to return to finalize the decision.

In Serena's absence, Toone and Russo exchange glances, and you can't help but feel the intensity of the moment. The unspoken camaraderie among the three players resonates in the room.

Finally, Serena returns, her expression resolute."The decision is made," Serena declares. "Toone, Russo, thank you for your commitment. But today, Y/N, you're stepping into James' position. We believe in your ability to make a difference on the field."

A mix of surprise and gratitude washes over you. Toone and Russo, true to their whispered agreement, nod in support. The trio, now united in a shared mission, leaves Serena's office, ready to face the challenges that await them on the pitch.

jude's story.

In the early morning light, the Madrid football stadium stands quiet as your voice echoes, phone pressed against your ear. On the other side of the world, you pace the field in Australia, cleats clicking, engaged in your conversation with Jude.

"I did it jude, I'm on the lineup!"

"Ahhh! Congratulations my love, I am so proud!"

"I'm shitting myself though. What if I mess up?"

"Y/N, you won't." Jude's frown is evident through the screen.

"But what if-" Jude interupts you, knowing her common weakness of self doubt.

Jude: "You know, Y/N, I've been thinking. I really want to get a dog."

You chuckle, adjusting your kit, "A dog, Jude? Seriously? That's your way of making me feel better?"

Jude, excitement in his voice, "Well, yeah! Imagine having a loyal companion to share the victories and defeats with. Plus, I could use some unconditional love."

Your tone shifting, you sigh, "I love the idea, Jude, but you know our situation. We have a tiny apartment in London, and with our careers, we aren't home much. A dog might not fit in."

Jude, thoughtful, responds, "You've got a point. But think about it, Y/N - a dog could bring so much joy into our lives. We could make it work."

You chuckle, "I can just see us trying to fit a dog bed next to all our football gear. It's a charming image, but practicality might get in the way."

Jude: "Practicality? Since when did footballers worry about that? We'll figure it out. Maybe hire a dog walker or recruit teammates for puppy play dates."

You smile at the mental image, saying, "You're optimistic, Jude. I love it. Let's make a deal: if we ever get a dog, it has to be an arsenal fan. No exceptions."

"how about England fan, as a compromise?"

"Deal!"

Jude laughs "Now, speaking of dogs, while you're preparing for your World Cup match, I'll start researching local shelters here in Madrid. We might find the perfect furry friend."

You grin, "In Madrid? That's ambitious, but I like it. Just make sure it's a dog that can keep up with both our busy schedules."

The conversation takes an unexpected turn as Jude hesitates, "You know, Y/N, we've been talking about this dog and our hectic schedules. What if... What if you moved in with me in Madrid? We could find an apartment here, and maybe that way, we can make having a dog work."

You, on the other end of the line, feel a mix of surprise and panic. "Move to Madrid? I mean, it sounds tempting, but that's a huge step, Jude. My club is in Arsenal, my family's in London. It's not just about football; it's about my whole life."

Jude, realizing the impact of his suggestion, softens his tone, "I didn't mean to upset you, Y/N. I just want us to find a way to make it work, you know? The dog, being together more, all of it."

You, taking a deep breath, reply, your voice wavering, "I appreciate that, Jude, I really do. But moving to another country, leaving everything I know behind, it's a huge step."

And with that, the conversation ends on a somber note, leaving you to gather your thoughts and prepare for your match, while Jude grapples with the realization that his suggestion has brought unexpected tension into your relationship.

Feeling the weight of the conversation, you take a deep breath and reply, your voice strained, “Jude, this is a lot to process. I’ve got a match to get ready for, and we both need time to think. Let’s talk about this later, okay?”

As you navigate the tumult of emotions, Jude, sensing your struggle, starts to respond, “Y/N, I didn’t mean to make this–”

Before he can finish, you interrupt, “Jude, I’ve got to go. Lucy’s coming into my room, and I need to focus. We’ll talk later, okay?”

Jude, left with his thoughts and the unresolved conversation, reluctantly agrees, “Yeah, sure. Take care, Y/N.”

The line goes silent, leaving Jude to grapple with the weight of the discussion. On the other side of the world, you face the challenge of compartmentalizing your emotions and preparing for the match ahead. The distance, both physical and emotional, lingers as you each retreat to your respective worlds, carrying the burden of a conversation that has taken an unexpected turn.

As you sit there, attempting to process the unexpected turn in your conversation with Jude, Lucy walks into your room, concern etched on her face.

Lucy: “Y/N, everything okay? You seem a bit off.”

You, forcing a small smile, reply, “Yeah, just… unexpected news from Jude. We were talking about getting a dog, and then he suggested I move to Madrid. It’s a lot to take in.”

Lucy, sensing the weight in your words, sits down beside you, “Move to Madrid? That’s a huge step. What are you thinking?”

You, staring into the distance, admit, “I don’t even know, Lucy. Arsenal is my home, my family is here, and I can’t just uproot everything. It’s overwhelming.”

Lucy, offering a supportive hand, says, “Take your time, Y/N. You don’t need to make any decisions right now. And if you ever need to talk about it, I’m here.”

As you sit in contemplative silence, Lucy gently reveals, “You know, Y/N, I was actually considering mentioning you to FC Barcelona. But I held back because I knew how close you are with Leah at Arsenal. However, things have changed now.”

You, looking at Lucy with surprise, ask, “You were going to mention me to Barcelona?”

Lucy nods, “Yeah, your talent deserves recognition, and Barcelona is always looking for top-tier players. I didn’t want to complicate things, but now that Jude has brought up this move, maybe it’s worth exploring. You could commute from Madrid and play with me and keira. No pressure, though. Just a thought.”

You, processing the unexpected turn of events, say, “That’s a lot to consider, Lucy. I appreciate your honesty and support. Let me think about it.”

Before Lucy leaves, you ask her quietly, “Please, Lucy, don’t tell anyone about this. Not yet.”

Lucy, with a reassuring smile, responds, “Never. Your decisions are yours to share when you’re ready. I’ve got your back, Y/N.”

And with that promise hanging in the air, Lucy leaves the room, leaving you to contemplate the potential paths ahead, the weight of the conversation still heavy on your shoulders.

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In the bustling waiting area, players clutch their mascots, standing alongside their Australian opponents. You, battling persistent nausea, can't pinpoint the cause. A quick, vivid flashback engulfs you - you remember feeling queasy and unsettled just after your meeting with Sarina..

You take a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. The vivid image of the office, the faint scent of paperwork, and the subtle anxiety that lingers in the air become etched in your memory. You shake off the unsettling thoughts, determined to focus on the task at hand - the World Cup semi-final.

Returning to the sidelines, your eyes catch the glimpse of your little mascot - a charming girl with braided hair named Tilly. You greet her with a warm smile. "Hello there, what's your name?"

The little girl beams back, "I'm Tilly!"

Kneeling down to Tilly's level, you create an instant connection. "Hi, Tilly! Who's your favorite football team?" you ask, genuinely curious.

Tilly hesitates for a moment, then responds, "Arsenal."

"No way! Who's your favorite player? Is it Leah, 'cause she's brilliant-"

She shakes her head.

"Meado?"

She shakes her head.

"Then who?" You giggle. Tilly hesitates for a minute before pointing at you.

Taken aback, you chuckle. "Me? Really? That's so special, Tilly. Thank you!"

You compliment Tilly on her adorable braids, expressing genuine admiration. Standing up again, you take Tilly's hand, leading her toward the pitch. The exchange transforms the waiting area into a moment of connection and inspiration.

As you step onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd intensifies. You, still feeling nausea, twirl Tilly around, creating a moment of joy. Your laughter echoes, a delightful contrast to the tense energy of the impending match. Your teammates, witnessing the scene, join in the merriment.

The referee's whistle signals the start of the match. You, still holding Tilly's hand, guide her toward the center circle for pre-game rituals. Tilly, wide-eyed, takes in the enormity of the stadium.

During the national anthems, you stand with Tilly, singing along proudly. The little girl, mimicking the anthem, adds charm to the solemn moment. You exchange a knowing glance with Tilly, a silent acknowledgment of the shared experience.

As the anthems conclude, you crouch down to Tilly's level. "You ready to watch an amazing game, Tilly?"

Tilly nods enthusiastically. "Yes! And you're gonna score, right?"

Y/N grinned. "I'll give it my best shot. And I have you cheering me on, so that's like having a secret superpower."

With a final exchange of smiles, you part ways momentarily as the match begins. Fueled by Tilly's infectious enthusiasm, you dive into the game with renewed vigor. Throughout the match, you steal glances toward the stands, where Tilly waves her miniature flag, cheering wholeheartedly. The documentary crew, capturing every emotion, immortalizes this heartwarming chapter of the World Cup journey.

Lucy Bronze and Leah Williamson gather the team for a powerful pep talk. Lucy's embrace envelops each player, setting the tone for unity and determination.

"Ladies, today is special," Lucy declares, her voice ringing with authority. "We're welcoming you onto this grand stage for your debut. We've seen your dedication, and now it's time to show the world just how brilliant you are."

Leah steps forward, her words infusing the air with a mix of authority and camaraderie. "Today, we beat the Australians not just for a place in the finals but for the pride of wearing this jersey and for the legacy we're building together."

The team absorbs the intensity of the moment, a shared resolve forming as they prepare to face the formidable Australian opponents.

"The Australians are tough, relentless," Leah warns. "This won't be easy, but we've faced challenges before, and we've conquered them. Today, we fight for each other, and we fight to win."

As they disperse to their positions on the field, Lucy and Leah's words linger, becoming a driving force for a team ready to turn challenges into triumphs. The pitch awaits, and with your debut adding an extra layer of significance, the England Women's National Team stands united, ready to leave their mark on the journey to the finals.

During half-time, you, overwhelmed by emotions stemming from the recent decision to consider moving from Arsenal to FC Barcelona, run out, seeking solace. Unbeknownst to you, Lucy, who knows the source of your distress, observes your hurried exit and decides to follow.

As you find yourself in the bathroom, tears streaming down your face, Lucy enters, concerned. "Y/N, what's happening? You seem upset."

Surprised by Lucy's presence, you try to brush it off. "It's nothing, Lucy. Just need a moment."

Lucy, aware of the underlying issue, insists, "Y/N, I know there's more to it. You don't have to face it alone."

Meanwhile, Leah, approaches the bathroom to check on you. Lucy intercepts her, blocking the entrance. "Leave her be, Leah. She needs space."

Leah, puzzled and concerned, insists, "Lucy, Y/N is my best friend. I can't just leave her alone when she's upset. What's going on?"

Lucy, torn between loyalty to you and the desire to protect your privacy, hesitates. "This is not something for everyone to know. Y/N needs time."

Leah, feeling the tension escalate, demands, "Lucy, I need to know. What's bothering Y/N? She doesn't keep secrets from me."

Lucy, frustrated and grappling with the conflicting responsibilities, finally blurts out, "She was considering a move to FC Barcelona. But nothing's confirmed—"

Leah, stunned by the revelation, looks at Lucy with disbelief. The confrontation shifts from concern for you to a heated exchange between Lucy and Leah, each grappling with their roles in your life and the challenges of balancing personal matters with the demands of the game.

Leah's eyes harden with frustration and confusion. "Wait—What?!!"

Lucy, defensive yet determined, replies, "Because she's trying to protect you, Leah. She knows how much you care. And you would also convince her not to go."

Leah, not satisfied with the explanation, shoots back, "Y/N and I share everything. What gives you the right to decide otherwise?"

Lucy, now equally frustrated, retorts, "I'm trying to do what's best for her, Leah. Sometimes that means making tough decisions."

Leah, her emotions bubbling over, exclaims, "Best for her? You don't get to decide what's best for Y/N without considering how it affects the people who actually care about her!"

Sarina, hearing the heated exchange between Lucy and Leah, steps into the bathroom, her presence commanding attention. "Enough of this," she declares.

The confrontation between Lucy and Leah intensifies, and you find yourself caught in the crossfire of conflicting emotions. Finally, you can't take it anymore. "Enough! Both of you, just stop!" The weight of your emotions spills over as you storm out of the bathroom, leaving Lucy and Leah in stunned silence.

Lucy and Leah exchange a tense glance but follow Sarina back into the main room, where the team is gathered. Sarina swiftly transitions into discussing the plans for the second half of the match, redirecting the focus to the task at hand. "As I was saying," Sarina begins, her tone authoritative, "we need to tighten our defense, capitalize on their weaknesses, and keep the pressure on. You, Y/N, are key in this; I want you to exploit the gaps in their formation."

Determined to contribute despite the emotional turmoil, you nod in agreement. The rest of the team, sensing the underlying tension, focuses on Sarina's strategic instructions, trying to maintain the morale built throughout the tournament.

The second half begins with renewed intensity. The team, despite the recent upheaval, channels their energy into the game. You, amidst the emotional turmoil, push yourself to deliver on the pitch. Lucy and Leah, recognizing the need to set aside personal differences, demonstrate a united front in their positions.

The opposing team notices a shift in the England Women's National Team's dynamics but can't exploit it. The players, committed to their roles, continue to execute the game plan, rallying together for a common goal.

As the match progresses, the team's focus becomes more pronounced. The exchange of glances and unspoken tensions are momentarily set aside for the collective pursuit of victory. The pursuit of victory resonates with every skillful play, and the once-challenged morale finds its way back, fueled by the shared determination to advance to the finals.

At the crucial moment, as the ball finds its way to you, Leah's words echo in your mind - a reminder of the strength that comes from leaning on your teammates. Your legs burn with exhaustion, but the goal beckons like an elusive dream slipping through your fingertips. With a burst of determination, you unleash a powerful, swerving kick that sends the ball soaring through the air.

Time seems to slow as the ball arcs towards the goal, every heartbeat resonating with the collective hope of the team and the echoes of the crowd. The goalkeeper, stretching in vain, can only watch as the ball, driven by your unwavering spirit, slams into the back of the net.

A thunderous roar erupts from the stands, the celebration echoing through the stadium. You, momentarily suspended in the bliss of triumph, are engulfed by your teammates, the weight of the match and the underlying tensions momentarily forgotten.

With the scoreboard now reading 2-1 in favor of England, the atmosphere in the stadium crackles with anticipation. The England Women's National Team is on the verge of securing their place in the World Cup finals.

In a strategic move, Russo enters thepitch, replacing Kelly. The team, riding the momentum of your earlier goal, senses the opportunity to solidify their lead. You, eager to contribute further, seize an opportunity near the sideline.

As the clock ticks down, you skillfully maneuver the ball, evading defenders with a series of deft moves. Russo, positioned strategically in the box, makes a decisive run, anticipating your intention. With precision, you deliver a pinpoint cross that arches gracefully into the penalty area.

The stadium holds its collective breath as Russo, timing her approach perfectly, leaps and connects with the ball. A resounding thud echoes through the stadium as Russo's header sends the ball hurtling into the net. The crowd erupts into ecstatic cheers as the scoreboard now proudly displays 3-1, marking a significant advantage for the England team.

You, having orchestrated the play, share a triumphant moment with Russo. The teammates, their connection evident in the precision of that crucial play, are engulfed by the jubilant celebrations of their colleagues. The dramatic turn of events showcases the resilience and teamwork that define the England Women's National Team, solidifying their position in the World Cup finals.

Amidst the celebratory chaos, as you and Russo revel in the glory of the goal that solidified England's lead, Lucy approaches with a compliment. "Y/N, you'd make a great addition to Barcelona," she remarks, a smile on her face.

While you reciprocate the smile, a sudden gut punch of realization strikes you. The prospect of moving to another team, even if just in conversation, reopens the emotional wounds stirred by earlier discussions. Despite the outward composure, your internal struggle intensifies.

Feeling the weight of conflicting emotions, you seek solace in the familiar embrace of Leah, who, overwhelmed with emotion, has tears streaming down her face. The joy of reaching a World Cup final, an elusive dream for Leah until now, has rendered her speechless.

You, sensing Leah's vulnerability, attempt to apologize for the recent bickering, but before you can utter a word, Leah pulls you into a tight hug. In that embrace, the unspoken apologies and the weight of your recent conflicts seem to dissipate. Leah's words ring clear, breaking through the noise of the celebration. "Bickering or not," Leah whispers, her voice choked with emotion, "none of it matters right now. We made it, Y/N. We're in a World Cup final."

The significance of the moment hangs in the air as you hold each other, your shared journey filled with struggles and triumphs culminating in this monumental achievement. The team, once fractured by personal conflicts, finds unity in the pursuit of a common goal. In that embrace, you and Leah celebrate not only the victory on the pitch but also the resilience of your friendship amid the challenges of elite football.

As your and Russo's celebration echoes through the stadium, the commentators seize the moment to emphasize the historical significance of this match for both the women's and men's teams. "Incredible scenes here as Y/N's goal propels the England Women's National Team to a 3-1 lead, securing their spot in the World Cup final. But, folks, let's not overlook the broader impact of this moment. For years, both the men's and women's teams have tirelessly pursued the elusive World Cup, and today, the women have showcased their prowess on the grandest stage."

The echoes of the celebration and the commentators' reflections merge into a symphony of triumph, resonating far beyond the stadium, marking a defining chapter in the history of women's football.

In the midst of the roaring crowd, the commentary captures the essence of your journey. As the England Women's National Team secures a 3-1 lead, the commentators emphasize the historical significance of this moment for both the men's and women's teams.

"Your goal, Y/N, propels the England Women's National Team to a 3-1 lead, securing your spot in the World Cup final. This moment isn't just about a match; it's about breaking barriers, rewriting narratives, and proving that women's football deserves recognition and celebration. Your journey is a testament to the strides made in the pursuit of global glory."

Leah's emotional reaction becomes a powerful symbol for the women's team, transcending the boundaries of just a match. "Leah's emotional reaction speaks volumes. For the women's team, this isn't just about winning a match; it's about paving the way for future generations and showcasing that women's football deserves every bit of recognition."

The unity between you and Leah is highlighted as symbolic in the grander scheme of things. "The unity between you and Leah is symbolic—a reminder that, regardless of gender, football is a sport that unites, inspires, and creates history. As you head to the World Cup final, you're not just competing; you're paving the way for future generations."

In the broader context, the significance of England's journey is acknowledged. "As we savor this moment, let's acknowledge the magnitude of what's happening here. England, with its storied football legacy, is on the verge of etching a new chapter in the annals of the beautiful game."

The shared dream between the men's and women's teams becomes a powerful narrative. "The men's and women's teams stand side by side in pursuit of a shared dream—a World Cup triumph that transcends gender boundaries. This moment isn't just important for England but for football as a whole."

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Day 31 -- Edward Deegan

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober 2023, Day 31 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Aphrodisiacs with Edward Deegan x g/n!Sole

Lordy lordy, how I was SO excited to write for this man. And hopefully this doesn't disappoint!

Sorry it took so long to get out as well, some life stuff came up this past week that held me up, but it's out now! 😁

I hope you all enjoy immensely lol 😏

Also, thank you to everyone who indulged me this October! Your support (especially with some of these lesser-known characters) was absolutely amazing! ❤️ I'm going to be taking somewhat of a lil break for the next couple weeks to post everything on AO3 and recover lol, but after that, I'll post an update and see about opening up requests for the first time in... Jesus, a VERY long time. I'll talk to y'all then!!!

Here is the link to my  Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Aphrodisiacs, masturbation, fantasies, voyeurism-ish, attempted confessions, actual confessions, kissing, touching, hand jobs, affection, sweetness, cuddling.

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The door burst open with a crash, almost rattling off its hinges in his haste, in his salacious wrath and desperation. Edward closed it just as aggressively, feeling the surface of his skin itch, feeling his breath pull in with heavy, heady gulps that had his chest straining at the seams. Sweat poured from him, in a way the ghoul didn’t even know it could, with his ruined skin. 

Is it happening? Is it… working?

He hoped so. 

After the hell he just went through? The embarrassment of the overwhelming heat that was encasing him, the labor of his breaths, the haze in his expression. Normally, he’s cool as can be, smooth, stoic, even, but he was gasping, shaking, and more so than that, he was tenting out the front of his cargo pants to the point of blunt obviousness. 

The symptoms don’t matter. He told himself, as the memory of Sole's baffled expression flashed in his foggy mind. As long as it works, none of it matters at all. 

They’ll see him, for the first time, he hoped, Sole would see what he was before he was… this. 

Edward didn’t like to wave his own flag too vigorously, no, he wasn’t a vain man, but he had been… maybe handsome was too strong a word, but he hadn’t been this, that’s for certain. Jack had reminded him time and time again, that he had been more attractive back before his ghoulification, but now he was more intimidating. It made his job of protecting the family and occasionally threatening people a bit easier, they both agreed on that account. 

When it came to Sole though… he wasn't sure he wanted to be intimidating. 

He didn’t know what he was doing, trying to get wrapped up with a pre-war widow(er) like them, but logic had nothing to do with this shit. Before them, he hadn’t cared, hadn’t minded the way he looked, hadn’t minded his solitude, his loyalty to this family and lack of contact with anyone outside of it. Edward had always promised not to dabble in Jack’s serums, no matter what outcomes they promised, but when it came to Sole, when it came to being… acceptable by their standards, he’d thought this was a good idea, thought it could make him… well, desirable was another strong word for him to use, but he at least hoped they could see him as something more than Jack Cabot’s bodyguard. 

Edward growled as he tugged his hat from his head, throwing it to the worn, wooden floor below. His room was dark, musty, and consisted of nothing more than a weapon’s trunk, a dresser and a single bed on the far side of the little room. He cast bits of armor and clothing over the whole of the floor as he moved towards that shoddy mattress, hearing it squeak and protest as he laid back on it and tugged at the stiff fabric of his cargo pants. His underwear followed shortly after, both being kicked to the base of the bed as he spread himself out on it. 

He felt he could crawl out of his own skin, hell maybe he wanted that. Maybe the transformation was happening now, but… goddamn, why was he so hard? Why was his mind so... stuck?

It’s true, he was usually thinking of Sole these days, but never this… disrespectfully. That curious expression of theirs as he excused himself from their and Jack’s meeting, the way their eyes had followed him out, the concern he saw there, right at the end. Oh, but how he craved their attention, even when it worried for him. 

He imagined the sort of expressions they’d make if he had his hands on them now, if he could’ve stayed, thrown Jack out of the dining room instead of leaving himself. He could take them over the table, lying down the dining mats to keep the wood from harshly bruising their soft skin as his hands moved over their body, as he laid overtop them, pressing them into the oaken hardness until they were arching against it, setting his mouth on them, his lack of lips, his hot tongue, hearing them gasp, feeling them grow needy beneath his worshipful touch. 

Edward’s breaths left him in pants now, very nearly moans as he found his dry, rough hand moving over his rigid, drooling cock. 

What the hell?

He hadn’t even realized he’d grabbed ahold of himself, he’d been so wrapped up in his fantasy. Already, the sensitive skin around his shaft burned with the ungentle friction of his hand, but… he couldn’t stop himself, no matter how he tried to use logic, tried to think about the pain his thrusting palm was causing him, it was even more painful to consider pulling away, to leave himself stiff and wanting. 

It was impossible, too, not to think of Sole. As much as it made him feel dirty, it made his teeth grit and his chest ache, there was nothing else in Edward’s head. No thoughts beyond them. He had no past, no present, no Cabot issues, no frustrations beyond the need to be near to Sole, the want to feel them in his arms, the gripping, dizzying necessity of feeling their warmth all around him, caressing, encasing his cock. 

It was shallow, it was rude, it was creepy, but fuck… it felt too good. 

He kept imaging it, in details like brushstrokes of a world-famous masterpiece, he saw the light in their eyes, the way their hair spread like a crown around their head, splendid and mussed from his attentions, the glisten of their spit on their lips, of his spit mingling there from their recent kisses, that vein bulging in their neck from the strain of holding back, from the greatness of the pleasure he brought them. 

“Sole, holy shit…” Edward rasped through gritted teeth, hearing the slap of skin as his hand moved rapidly over his erection, hitting the base of him with such force it had him flinching and bucking into his touch in the same movement. 

“Wish you were here.” He growled out, his voice a dry husk, breathless and scratchy. 

If they were here though, is this really what they’d want to be seeing? Want to be doing... with him?

Probably not. Edward’s mind tried to reason. Still though, shit doesn’t stop me from wanting it. Needing it. 

What the hell was in that serum? 

 The ghoul felt his cock might burst into flames with the increasing friction of his hand. He felt the foreskin catching at his textured palms, his calloused fingers, he felt pre-cum drooling down steadily, slicking what little it could as his hand tugged and bullied himself until tears sprung to the corners of his pale, bloodshot eyes. 

Sweat poured in rivers down the grooves of his flesh, unchanged, unsmoothed and still just as ghoulish as it’d been yesterday and a hundred years before that. 

If it doesn’t heal me… what will this serum do?

It was all his mind could afford to think. In short sentences, simple collections of words, as the bulk of his focus remained on Sole. Their face in the throes of pleasure, the imagined feel of them all around him. Their sweet scent, gritty but old-fashioned, somewhere between the adventures of the Commonwealth and home. The way their nails would scrape at his skin, the way they’d breathe his name, the way they’d seek him out, their eyes, their lips, their affections, all for him... In this ideal, fictional headspace of his. 

Still though, Edward's imagination had his body frantically catching up, growing closer and closer to his release as he painted the image in his mind of what they’d look like in the midst of their own climactic end, brought about by his hand. The way they’d cry his name, grip tightly to his cock, pull him further into their desperate grasp as they shuddered below his frame– it was so real, his imagining of it all, that Edward went tumbling over the edge right along with them. 

The ghoul couldn’t help the gasps leaving him, the moans that he begged the drywall not to allow to pass through, just in case Sole’s meeting was over now, in case Jack came to check on him, in case the house was silent, but for him. It was no use pleading with the house though, not when his voice was so stubborn. 

Not when his imagination decided to materialize something beyond his comprehension– beyond his wildest fears. 

“Shit… Ed– I’m sorry, I should-- yeah, I'll just...”

Sole’s voice was so quiet, like it was entering his ears from another dimension; distant, like melodies from a neighbor’s radio across the street. 

He almost didn’t react to their presence at all. 

Almost. 

No true words left the ghoul, then, as he frantically pulled the scratchy blanket over his lap on the mattress. It did little to cover the way his erection still stood, stiff and stubborn, tenting the fabric as he moved to conceal it and as much else of him as he possibly could in such haste. 

Edward allowed himself one clear of his throat, before he began apologizing, explaining his actions away, pleading their forgiveness, questioning if they saw anything– all at once in a strange amalgamation of nonsense that even he scratched his head at. 

“S-sorry. Not– This isn’t– You should probably– Ah, shit, Sole…” He ended with a defeated shake of his head, feeling embarrassment of two separate types heating his ears and cheeks with each passing moment they spent looking over at him. First, was the shame of this person that he loved and admired seeing him utterly debased and wretched in his dark little room, with their name on his tongue as he did it. Second… Well, the shame that he’d tried to change himself for them, without even knowing if they were interested at all, that he’d been so desperate as to do this to himself, rather than simply be honest with them. 

Two hundred years of protecting an ancient, powerful family from all manners of incomprehensible harm, and he was still a coward. Afraid of his own feelings, afraid of rejection, afraid of his own damn skin. 

“Are you…” Their gentle voice snapped him out of his mental anguish, “I just wanted to come and check on you. After you ran out on the meeting, well… It looked like you were gonna be sick or something. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

Edward gulped, audibly and visually, and felt another wave of heat threaten to consume him, his cock jerking angrily below the blanket as a chill ran up his spine. 

Knock it off. His command to his body became more of a plea as he felt the serum bubbling up in his veins once again. 

“Wish you hadn’t seen this, Sole.” 

They didn’t leave, didn’t cringe or cry out or laugh at him, not when they first saw him, and not now. No, instead, Sole reached around and closed the door with a click behind them as they stepped into the dim little room, and made their way to sit on the far edge of his bed. 

“Are you alright?” Their bright eyes stayed locked to his, “What happened, Edward?”

His name on their lips was like a firebrand to his heart, setting it aglow with new, resounding affection that made his fingers twitch and his teeth grit together. 

“The serum…” He managed out, “Thought I could take some. See what happens, see if…” 

Edward’s own gasp interrupted him, as his body carried on with its basal needs without his consent. His fists clenched until his knuckles ached, until he felt the blood flow from his wrists halt in its tracks. 

“That’s what did this to you?” Sole blinked at him, their eyes remaining respectfully on his face as his body reacted to their voice, their proximity, the continuing effects of that damned serum.  Still though, even with all their unflappable respect for him, Edward could see they way their fingers fidgeted, the way their face seemed to heat, the way they so stubbornly made sure to keep their gaze on his face, and as far from his lap as they could without being overtly obvious.

"Jack said that he was experimenting a bit with the serums, but this is... Well..."

Sole cleared their throat as Edward mentally kicked himself.

Should've checked with the boss before trying this shit out on myself.

Idiot.

They must've seen the way he chastised himself within, for in the next moment, Sole scooted themself closer, and put a hand on his covered knee.

"I don't know if it's any of my business, really, but... Why did you take it?"

None of their business..? Edward could've laughed aloud at that. If only they knew.

"Thought it could help." He said vaguely, his voice still strained, his breath still more rapid than it had any right to be.

The place where their hand laid over his knee, even with the bed sheet keeping their skin from his, zapped life-giving defibrillations all throughout his body. It charged the blood in his veins, collected in pockets of heat in his chest, the base of his spine, the back of his head, between his legs, imprisoning the words in his head that he fought to pull out through his mouth. He wanted to tell them the truth, felt he needed to now, that they deserved to hear it, but his body demanded more. It wanted to act on his debased musings and pull Sole into his arms right now, to set his hungry mouth upon them, to tell them, not with his voice, but with the grip of his hands, the aching need of his heavy breaths, to show them, in favor of messily prying the words from his throat.

Can't do that. His true self told his body firmly, as many times as it could, to keep his hands in place on the mattress, to keep his eyes on the wall, rather than sweeping over their vault-suit clad body.

If I give myself an inch, I may not be able to stop.

That terrified him more than any other effect the serum could have on him. It scared him and made his mind and body tremble like the thought of becoming feral.

"Help what?" Sole prompted with a gentle whisper, and he could taste their breath as it washed over him. Jack's dessert coffee. Chocolate bon bons. Those sweet, frozen cherries the family has managed to keep all these years.

Edward's mouth watered.

"Edward?"

He must've been silent longer than he realized, but finally, the ghoul was able to blink, to take in a breath and hold it there, rather than panting it back out straightaway like a dog.

Maybe it's wearing off?

He could only hope.

Yet... The persisting aching firmness of his cock, the sweat collecting at the base of his back and along his chest, under his arms, it all told a different story.

"Sorry," He all but choked out the word. "I... It was for you."

Forcibly, he took the chance and set his gaze upon their face, trying to keep his body under his firm control as he took in their reaction.

"M-me? How... Why?"

Why? He let out a dry chuckle. That's a dangerous question to ask if you want to be out of here before dawn.

"Wanted to be better. Wanted to change so you could... So we..." A forceful shudder ran through his body, stilling his tongue, forcing his muscles to clench until they knotted, making his hips buck up off of the mattress until Sole was forced to pull their hand away.

"Shit--" His voice was back to a growl: low, intense, and charged with carnal desire he only dreamed he could keep at bay. "Have to leave, Sole. It's coming back."

"W-what is?" They stayed firmly, infuriatingly, next to him on the bed, their voice concerned, but also... something else.

"Edward," He felt his cock pulse and drool below the sheet at the way his name left them. "Tell me how to help you. I want to help."

"No." The ghoul shook his head, even as it fell backwards, slamming into the wall behind him as his body writhed and demanded attention.

"Please."

Fuck. He thought, his head still shaking in denial. Don't say that.

"It hurts me to see you like this. Especially if I had something to do with it."

Everything to do with it, more like.

"T-touch me."

It left him before Edward had a chance to reign it in, before his consciousness could plead with this serum-induced need of his and tell him to be patient, to speak to Sole, to tell them the whole truth, to take things slow, to make it last.

To his surprise though, instead of being offended, of scoffing and walking away, of looking disgusted or scared at his request, Sole, at last, let their eyes trail down his body. They even smiled as they bit their bottom lip, and moved their hands out towards him.

Without thinking, Edward leaned forward and into their touch, letting their palms press to the rough hills and valleys of his frame, letting them slide over his bare, glistening chest until one moved up to his face, and pulled him into a surprisingly lustful kiss.

Their passion rivalled his own, even, as they crawled almost on top of him, as their fingers thirsted for more area to touch, as they tilted their head and set their soft, warm lips upon his with vigor, kneading over his own marred mouth like his tongue held the key to their survival. It seemed theirs really did, in his case. His body needed them-- their touch-- like life needs water, needs air, needs sunshine, like a heart needs blood and a mind needs a thought. These feelings, the sensations they inspired, were a direct product of his being, but also the very reason he seemed to exist.

Edward finally gave permission for his own hands to set upon them in turn; though, he held back the force that the serum screamed to take them with. Stiffly, his palms caressed their waist, the jut of their hips, the small of their back, up to the base of their neck. He touched them like he was meant to cover them in it, like he was stained with paint meant to encase their entire being. Edward let himself kiss them, too, with the fervor this heat within him demanded. Let himself commit the shape of their lips and the sweet taste of them to his memory.

In case I never get the chance again.

He wasn't sure he'd blame them, if that was the case, but... at this point, there were many signs that pointed to something he hadn't considered.

Do they... Have they wanted me too? All this time?

Edward wished he could ask, but thoughts were like rising steam, and he wasn't able to grasp onto a single one and form it to words. Especially as Sole's hands travelled over him, as their lips left his and they moved their body downwards, adjusting so they could pull the sheet from overtop his bare form.

They did it slowly, their eyes asking before their voice could: 'Is this okay?'

He nodded to them, breathless, with his hands still firmly set upon their body, and they slid the scratchy blanket off him and to the unoccupied side of the mattress.

Sole barely took a pause, their eyes looking him over with just enough time for him to doubt their attraction-- no, their tolerance-- to and of his appearance. But then their hands were moving again, one sliding to the back of his neck, urging him back to their beckoning lips, while the other grazed over the head of his weeping cock, and took it in-hand.

"I've wanted this too, you know." Sole whispered into him, their hand moving slowly but firmly along the stiffness of his shaft, building that ever-growing heat in him to the point of pain.

Edward's mind was so addled, so distracted by their blinding touch, that he almost didn't hear what they'd just confessed. His eyes blinked open, his grip tightened unwittingly on their body as his expression pleaded 'tell me again.'

"You don't have to change a thing, Edward." Their thumb circled over the overly sensitive slit in his cock, and he pulled a hissing breath in between his teeth. "I want you just the way you are now."

Sole leaned in again, and he pressed forward more firmly than intended, thanking them with actions rather than the words he couldn't seem to muster in his current state. He moaned into the kiss, even, as their hand continued its relentless stroking, as it circled and tugged at his skin in a way more delectable than he ever seemed to master, than he ever thought was even possible.

But maybe that was because it was Sole's hand that was doing it.

They tried to pull away, to take in a much needed breath, and Edward couldn't help himself, couldn't pry his phantom lips away from their skin. He set them upon their cheek, down to their jaw, feeling the way their muscles clenched there in response, the way they shuddered when his rough lips journeyed to their sensitive neck.

Edward could feel everything.

He wasn't sure if it was the serum, or just the way his mind and heart clung to this contact-- to the fact that he was really here, doing this with Sole, with the man/woman of his dreams and most profound desires-- but he could feel every raise of a goosebump on their skin, feel their pulse thundering in their veins, could taste the essence of their being in their scent, on their flesh.

Their whole story: living before the war, the soap they'd used all those years ago, the cream they'd rubbed into their skin, and then their years locked away in their frozen prison, the hint of ice, of coolness they radiated from those long years, the ache of their great sadness, the strain of their muscles for undergoing that horrendous trauma. It was all there, beneath the touch of his lips, caressed by the heat of his breath. Edward cherished every bit of it, loved them for their scars, the same way they cared for him in spite of his own.

He didn't know why he didn't let himself see if before, didn't let himself believe it was true, but they really were a fine match.

Him and Sole... they understood each other. He knew their experiences better than any born and raised wastelander could, knew their struggles more intimately than the Cabot family ever could... and Sole knew of his own suffering more than any other human ever could.

Why'd I have to turn to extremes so soon? Risk fucking this up...

It was the only question-- the only thought-- he could stand to formulate as of now, as their grip squeezed over him, as their stiff fingers wrung his pleasure from his core out to the surface. Edward felt it building, felt the swell, the rhythm of his bucking hips grow fevered and desperate, and he felt their smile, even, before he glanced up to see it.

It was a focused sort of grin, their brows were drawn, their pupils blown wide and dark and wanting in a way that he thought it might just be his own reflection shining in them.

How could Sole look this way, for a man like me? A man, that isn't even--

The ghoul didn't have time to finish that thought, not as their thumb swiped over his tip again, as their other hand went down to join the first, massaging and kneading over his aching, burning, destitute hardness until he was holding back cries.

The meat of his wrist fit between clenching teeth, his forehead pressed to the hardness of Sole's collarbone as he leaned into the contact, aching and screaming for more with everything apart from his voice.

If Jack heard, or Wilhelmina...

If he hadn't been so occupied, he might've shuddered at the thought.

But this? Letting go, being vulnerable, allowing himself pleasure, a moment that was truly private between him and Sole? Anything was worth that. He'd lose his job, his room here, his name, his life, if it meant he could do this, see this, feel this again, with Sole by his side, in his arms, touching him this way.

He half wondered if he'd passed out in his bed after the last bout of pleasure, if he'd fallen asleep and the serum inspired the sweetest dream there was.

Sole's voice though, the feel of them, the way their scent and being surrounded him in every way... it couldn't be the case. It was sweeter than he believed reality could be, especially these days, but damnit, there was no doubt in his head that it was real.

"Let go, Edward."

Their voice was pleading with him, their hands pulling him along, never ceasing, as they brought him straight into that all-encompassing bliss. He couldn't hold back now, not at his climax, and Edward's head flew back, his muscles straining, his mouth falling open to release the most animalistic of sounds: a groan from the very base of him that had Sole writhing and gasping right along with him.

I made him sound like that. Their touch cried out as their hands squeezed and clenched until his essence was spilling out onto his clenching stomach, pouring down over their fingers and soiling the bedsheets below.

"Yes." Sole breathed, and he felt another shudder jolt through him, another spurt of seed from his pulsing cock. "That's it, hon. Let go for me."

Tears were collecting at the sides of Edward's eyes, his relief and euphoric release leaving him in trembles and heavy breaths.

It took a few moments, took the last of his pleasure to bleed out, and then Edward was back on earth, back in his room, back in this skin once more.

Sole pulled their touch from his over-sensitive cock, wiping their soiled hands carefully on the bedsheet before lying down beside him and resting their head on his shoulder. A cool hand smoothed its way over his body, making a home over his sweltering, still-heaving chest as Sole clung to him.

The serum hadn't quite worked, not the way Edward had intended it to, but... It really had worked though, hadn't it? Not the way he imagined, sure, but the end result was... close enough.

He didn't even realize it, not until his cheeks began to ache, but he was smiling, grinning toothily like a fool in love, as Sole rested against him, as he wound his arms around their form, holding them close, savoring every ounce of the person who accepted him, who didn't turn him away, who cared for him... as he was.

"Thank you." He rasped, sliding his hands over them as soothingly as he could manage.

Sole only hummed, a sweet, happy sound, and he felt the vibration of it throughout his body as they lay against him.

He felt at peace, then. He felt warm, he felt sated and valued and more content than he could ever recall before, and yet... A familiar sort of churning, a boiling sensation rose from deep inside him. His muscles twitched and his tired member gave a rousing pulse between his legs.

Edward could only swallow and do the ghoul equivalent of blushing, as Sole's wide eyes peeked up at him with one eyebrow quirked in question. Though, as he looked down at them-- in a coy, apologetic sort of way-- they still wore that fond, fiendish smile.

The night wasn't over just yet.

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Hi Same anon here. Back to write a review. But I don't know what to say except it hurts and I want to cry... for all the things Varada had to go through... Deva had to go through. They never got a chance to heal and rest and Varada never got to tell Deva how much he means to him.💔💔 When all this is over I really hope Varada gets to be comforted, pampered and loved the way he deserves to be. PS: I will never be able to look at Varada as anything other than babygirl, Deva's babygirl specifically. Also all the consent issues and abuse of Varada and Deva's untamable devotion and love make them the perfect omega-alpha pair. PPS: Meanwhile I'm starving for more Varadeva from your fic. If you don't mind and it doesn't spoil the ending, could you please post few headcanons about them according to Invictus ?

Aah I’m sorry, in my defence Khansaar is generally a world of gloom and depression. Also about the comfort part, idk what I can promise for chapter 7 cause uh, that’s probably not going to happen with the way things are going, but. Something nice in the sequel perhaps?

Also yes Varadha is absolutely babygirl you got that right XD

Well, if we’re being relationship specific:

1. I have a little HC about how Deva’s strength/power comes from soulmatism and will prevail so long as Varadha remains loyal to him. (It’s my only explanation for why no one just shoots him in the face, he has a magic shield) In line with the same HC, Varadha is the only one with absolute immunity to Deva’s strength and powers because they come from him. This is also pretty much the only thing that can give Varadha a reasonable chance if they do end up physically fighting. This is not precisely in canon with Invictus cause I haven’t really established Soulmate bonds here, but it is something that I keep in mind when I write them. However, I do have a couple of fics in the pipeline incorporating this concept more explicitly.

2. Characterisation vise I believe they are both aware that the other person is in love with them and at the same time firmly believe it’s more complicated than that.

3. Invictus Varadha clearly has a very messed up understanding of consent (both with reference to himself and the things he invariably ends up getting Deva to do). This is going to come bite him in the ass majorly going ahead.

Anything else will probably spoil the whole thing to you XD

On the bright side, I’ll try and get chapter 7 out as soon as possible. I’ve broken through the mini-block and started writing again so that’s a good thing. I am a bit swamped at the moment but that’s also a good thing with me XD

I hope you enjoy everything to come too!!

Thanks for reading and leaving such a lovely review ❤️

#salaar #varadeva #devaratha raisaar #varadharaja mannar

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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x reader P. 12

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Bestiesss! We are finally going to tell Bradley about Leia. I don't know how to feel! I'm shakinggg! Anyways enough of this! I love you all 💕 Happy reading and enjoy! ❤️

A/n: Right before he expresses his feelings about his big secret, I wanted to give you all a little flashback 🥲 You might learn a little something about yourself and Bradley in this chapter 🥹❤️

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: cursing, drinking, mentions sickness, mentions pregnancy, mentions death, daddy kink, use of daddy, unprotected sex, PIV, fingering, female receiving oral, male receiving oral, choking, SMUT 18+, Minors DO NOT interact with this post, You have been warned

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He was about to take another sip of his water until you caught him off guard. He looked at you shocked and took a deep breath. Bringing his glass down to the table next to him, “Y/n/n, what are you doing here?” He stood up fixing his uniform to straighten it out. He took a step towards you, looking down at you.

You took a deep breath, he was so close to you. “You look good.” You had a small cheesy smile. 

Bradley smiled and shook his head at you. “You look even better, y/n.” He put his free hand on your waist. “Is that the shirt I bought you in college?” He crouched down and looked at your shirt. “Jesus Christ, it is.” He laughed.

Damn Bri, she knew what she was doing, but she did help alleviate the tension. It was a Vintage F-14 Tomcat shirt, “I’m surprised it still fits honestly, Brad.” You put your hand on his hand and stroked it with your thumb. 

“So, um…I thought you had a couple of days. So now it’s tomorrow?” Your voice shook a little. 

He nodded slowly and dropped his head, “I didn’t want you to worry about me. You already have a lot to process, y/n.”

You bit the inside of your cheek and nodded. Your breath was shallow. 

His breathing was heavier, “Y/n-”

“No, Bradley, this is my time to talk, please.”

He nodded and led the two of you outside. He sat with you on some of the chairs that were on the deck while Mav and Penny stood nearby the doorway.

You took Bradley’s hand and closed your eyes. You were trying to fight the tears. You took another deep breath. As much as yesterday didn’t go as planned, you really did forgive him and you wanted to make sure he knew it. You needed him to be nothing less than perfect for this mission. You needed him to be focused and not worried about you. 

You opened your eyes and looked deeply into his eyes, “Bradley. I forgive you. I need you to know that. As much as I just want to hate you and be mad at you, I can’t. I care about you so much. I’m hurt, but I want you in my life. I want nothing more than to be able to see you every day and just talk. I don’t want to lose you again.”

He sighed, “Thank you, y/n but you know what could possibly happen tomorrow.” 

“I need you to come back, Bradley. I need you here. I have one more thing I have to tell you before you leave.”

He was looking at you intensely. He gulped hard.

“The real reason why fate brought us back together.” You started to shake. He noticed and he put his hat on the table, then took both of your hands into his and were stroking them with his thumbs.

“Bradley, when you left for your first deployment. I was so sick. I was always dizzy, nauseous, and tired. I felt horrible. I didn’t know why, I just thought it was because I missed you so much it made me sick.” 

He sat there and straightened himself up looking around nervous and it made you scared, “Dear god, y/n… you’re not dying are you….” His voice cracked. He was holding back his tears.

“No.. no no no no. Bradley. I’m okay I promise. I was sick because I was pregnant.” 

He calmed down and took a long breath, “Y/n, I appreciate you want to now share with me your story of you having a kid but-”

“Oh, would you shut up!” You started laughing at him. You took one of your hands from his hold and covered your eyes. “Jesus Bradshaw! I’m trying to be serious here!” You laughed again.

He started to laugh and took your hand away from your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. “Okay I’m sorry, the floor is all yours.” He zipped his lips and threw away the imaginary key.

He held both of your hands again. You looked at him and smiled.

“What I was trying to say before you oh so rudely interrupted me.” You looked up at him devilishly and smirked. “I was sick because I was pregnant. Bradley, the month you found out you were going to be deployed… I gave myself to you, and you gave yourself to me… Remember?”

His eyes went wide, “Oh fuuck...You don’t mean….” 

*Flashback*

You and Bradley were sitting in your bed watching movies and he received a call. 

Bradley: “Hang on, y/n. I gotta take this it’s work.” He said emphasizing the k on work. 

He jumped out of your bed smiling. He stepped out of the room and answered his phone, “Hello?” He looked at you and winked before he closed the door behind him. 

He was so excited he just finished basic training and had been stationed out here in San Diego for the first six months. You, your best friend Bri, and Bradley shared a house out here. It was quite a move. You were all in Virginia for school. But you and Bri decided it was time for some change and came down with Bradley so he wasn’t alone. San Diego was a good new change. For you and for Bri, she met a guy right away upon being out here. You, well you had Bradley and your right-hand woman… It was all you needed. 

Bradley came back into your room, shocked. You sat up and were all attention to him excited to hear what he had to say. 

“SO! What happened, Brad?” He sat at the end of your bed. You jumped onto his back and wrapped your arms around him. “What did they say, sailor?” You were smiling so big.

“I’m getting deployed in a month.” He didn’t sound super excited and his smile was nowhere to be found. 

You got off his back and sat next to him. “Well, that’s good, isn’t it? You’re going to a new place? That’s okay!” You were so ecstatic for him and his new career, you were positive about everything he was getting to experience. You couldn’t be happier for him. 

“I have to go for a year, y/n/n.” He was now sounding sad.

“Hey, Brad! It’s okay, I know we just moved here and all, but we can move again to be close to you. It’s going to be okay!” You said putting your hand on his arm.

He wasn’t looking at you, just fidgeting with his phone. “No, y/n. You don’t understand.” He turned to face you. He cupped your face in his hands. “You girls won’t be able to come with me this time. I have to go overseas.”

You came to a realization. “Oh.” You put your hands on Bradley’s while he still cupped your face. “Well, we will still be here waiting for you when you come home.” You kissed the inside of his hand. “You’re going to do great. Just remember, don’t think…just do.” You smiled really big, “Plus! I’ll make you your favorite chocolate fudge brownies and make you a big sign to welcome you home.” You lightly bit your bottom lip, “I will always be here for you, no matter how far.” 

He smiled and licked his lips, “I’m so happy to have you, y/n.” 

He looked over all of your facial features. You watched him as he did. You were still holding your hands over his. He pulled you in slowly and kissed you. You gasped as you two pulled apart. That was the first time you had ever kissed anyone and kissed him. You knew you loved Bradley, but you thought he was always just a best friend. This was different. 

“Was it too much?” He looked down embarrassed. 

You sat there a little awkward and shy. It felt so right kissing him. You didn’t utter a word.

The two of you sat across from each other crisscrossed on your bed. He was still holding onto your face and you put your hands on his knees. You two just sat there staring into each other's eyes. You rubbed his knee and went back in to kiss him running your hands up his thighs as you leaned forward. The two of you kissing passionately and not breaking the kiss, you situated yourself onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around you and started to slowly rub his hands on your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. You started to adjust yourself on his lap so you wouldn’t hurt him. 

“Fuck.” He moaned into your mouth as you started to grind on his lap and run your fingers through his hair. He started to grab onto your hips to keep you down on him. He wanted you as close as possible. You started to tingle. You’ve never felt this way before. You started to feel yourself throb and you wanted to satisfy your throbbing. You started to rub yourself to satisfy it. The other still grabbing onto Bradly’s curls. He noticed that you didn’t have both hands in his hair anymore. He pulled back and you paused still breathing heavily. 

“Bradley, I’m so sorry.” You said about to get off of his lap.

“No.” He held you to him. “Let me help.” He slowly ran his hands from your lower back to below your butt. 

He gently picked you up and laid you on your back. The cold sheets cooled down your burning hot skin. Bradley hovered over you, each hand on either side of your head. You were both so nervous. He looked deeply into your eyes. He lowered himself onto one of his forearms and used his other hand to move the small strand of hair that was in your face away, “Are you okay with this?”

You nodded and brought your hand to his cheek. You started to lightly trace the scar that resided on his cheek, then the ones on his chin. You were being gentle as you looked into his eyes. You parted your lips slightly and inhaled sharply. He knew you were nervous, but so was he. You both had never done anything like this before. It was new, but he was ready because it was with you. 

He licked his bottom lip and bit it as he looked at you. Your heart started to flutter, was this really happening? With your best friend? This kind of stuff only happens in movies. This is what you dreamed of, how was this actually going to happen? 

He looked at your lips and ran his thumb over them, “Are you just as nervous as I am?” His voice was a little shaky. 

You gulped, “This is my first time, Bradley…”

He looked into your eyes with worry and lust, “It is mine too, y/n…” He looked around nervously.

You grabbed his face softly so his eyes met with yours again, “I’m perfectly fine with experiencing this with you if you’re okay with it.” You started to tremble slightly from the nerves.

He nodded, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to experience this with.”

Bradley lowered himself to you and kissed you slowly. He wanted to make yours and his first time full of love and care. He wanted you to make sure your needs were met and you felt loved as he did. He wanted to take care of you like how you always took care of him. He wanted you to feel confident and sexy. Because he already knew you were. You opened your eyes and looked at him slightly as you made out. You set him on fire with the look you had in your eyes. 

You ran your hands up his back slowly lightly pushing your nails into his sweater. You kept one hand clenched into his back as the other went into his hair. He trailed kisses slowly down your cheek, on your chin, then your jawline, and onto your neck. Your body tingled when you felt his tongue swirling on your neck and his teeth biting lightly. You closed your eyes and the feeling intensified. You pulled him closer to you. You were shaking at his every movement. He wanted to make sure you felt good. He wanted to make your first time the best. 

He brought his lips to your ear, “There’s nobody like you and me, y/n. We go together so well.” 

He slowly pecked your face until he was back to your neck. His breath made your body tense and relaxed at the same time. He started to kiss your neck again. You let out a soft whimper and your buried your fingers into his hair. You tugged at his hair delicately. You closed your eyes and let your head fall deeper into the bed. His hands graciously roamed your body. It gave you chills. 

He starting to grind against you slowly. You could feel him through his jeans. You started throbbing for him. You wanted more of Bradley. You took his hand that was roaming your body and placed it where you ached for him the most. He got up and looked at you with nervousness. “Are you sure?” He wanted to make sure you were comfortable with everything he was going to do. You held his hand near your heat and nodded slowly.

 He started to rub you through your leggings. You moaned quietly and bit your lip, which turned him on 1000 times more. He looked at your face as he made you feel good. His lips parted and he took a shaky breath. You looked so good to him. He loved when you looked like this. He really wanted you to feel good. He went back to the crook of your neck and placed kisses all over it.

You started to moan into his ear. He started to suck harder on your neck moaning into you as he ground harder and harder against you. He stopped and got up. He quickly pulled his sweater over his head and then took off his shirt. You’ve seen him with no shirt on before at the beach, but this time was different. His naked torso looked different at this moment. His abs were tight, his posture was stiff, and he had a glow to him. He looked so angelic. He ran his hands through his messy hair. God, he knew what he was doing to you. His biceps and shoulders were bulging and flexing with every stroke of his hand. He looked at you and smirked. You could feel the moisture between your legs spread. Your thighs started to twitch. You wanted more of him. You wanted to kiss every inch of him. 

He lifted you up slowly and helped you take your shirt off. His slightly callused hands caught the end of your shirt. They lightly ran up your sides as he assisted you with your shirt. He threw it off to the side. He looked at you in amazement and mouthed, “Wow.” He was speechless. He placed his hands on your waist and looked you up and down, “You are breathtaking, y/n.” He was breathing heavily. You smiled shyly and covered yourself. 

He wanted you to be comfortable and confident. As you should be. He interlocked his fingers with yours and removed your arms from covering yourself. He shook his head, “You are perfect.” He pulled you closed and kissed you on your lips slowly. 

You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him back down with you. The two of you started to make out and his hands were roaming your body once again. He started rubbing your clit through your pants, but he need to feel more of you. He wanted to feel every inch of you. He ran his hand up your body and slipped his hand into your bra. Lightly rubbing over your nipple, he felt it get hard under his touch. You moaned at the new feeling. He shuddered at your pleasure. It was pushing him over the edge. 

He trailed kisses down your chest and reached behind you to unclasp your bra. He was having a hard time trying to get it undone. He laughed and so did you. He shook his head and covered his eyes in embarrassment, “I’ve um….never done this, I don’t wear bras…” he shrugged and smiled awkwardly. You laughed and reached underneath yourself and unclasped it. You took it off slowly and his jaw dropped, “Holy shit.” 

He looked at you and looked back at your breasts. You took his hands and placed them on you. He was nervous, he sat there for a little bit. You leaned forward and placed a kiss on his forehead, “Don’t be shy, Bradley.” 

He went right for them he took one in his hand and the other in his mouth. You were biting the back of your hand moaning as you tugged on his hair. “That feels so fucking good, Brad.” He pushed you down onto the bed and you started to buck your hips into his, wanting and needing more. Your body was on fire. 

He came back up to your face. “Tell me how bad you want me.” It was his turn. You wanted to return the pleasure he was giving you. You pushed him down on the bed and you got on top of him, straddling him. “I want you so bad, every fucking inch.” You started to kiss his neck and started to palm him through his jeans. His head flew back at how good it felt, “Awwwwwh Fuck.” He groaned out. You nibbled at his ear and whispered, “It seems like you need me more.” You licked his ear and blew on it gently. It sent a shiver throughout his whole body. He closed his eyes to intensify the feelings. 

“Please, just touch me y/n. I need you to touch me.” You sat up and looked at him. You liked him begging. You smiled and gave him what he wanted. You started to unbutton his jeans and kissed his stomach as you did. You were driving him off the edge. “Fuck baby, I need you now.” He groaned as he was covering his face. You slowly pulled his jeans down and revealed a big wet spot on his boxers. You kissed the wet spot and he shuddered. “God, y/n. Please.” 

You pulled down his boxers to expose his thick and big erection. Your jaw dropped and you backed up a little bit, “Oh shit.” You held your breath. He removed his hands from his face and lifted his head quickly to see what was wrong. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” He realized you were staring at him amazed. And he laughed, “I’ll be gentle, I swear, sweetheart.” You gulped and looked at him terrified, “Wow, Bradley.” He continued to laugh and he fell back onto the bed. You giggled and admired his erection.

You gave his pre-cum covered head a kiss and he moaned. You grabbed it gently and licked him from base to tip. He became tense, his toes curled in, and his thighs flexed. You took his swollen tip into your mouth and started to lick it all over. You started to drool at the taste of him. He tasted so good. Your drool started to drip all over him. 

You started to pump your hand and you drove him wild. “Fuck, y/n. That feels so fucking good. Keep going, sweetheart.” He propped himself up on his elbows to watch you bob your head onto him. “God, you look so good. Look at me, baby.” You looked at him with your eyes full of lust as you continued. He bit hard into his bottom lip as he grabbed your hair. You kept your eyes on him as you sucked on him. His head fell back, his eyes rolled back completely, and his mouth opened. He tugged at your roots hard and you groaned against him.

His head shot up quickly and he pulled you away from him. “Stop.” You got up concerned.  

He grabbed you and threw you on the bed. “I’m sorry baby, I might not be gentle. You’re driving me crazy.” He ripped your pants off and then your underwear. He ducked his head in between your thighs and licked your wet slit. It made you cry out, “Oh my god Bradley!” He traced circles over your clit with his tongue. You felt your body tense up and you grabbed onto his hair. He was really working your clit. He was licking it, sucking on it, and lightly nibbling at it.  

You came into his mouth. You couldn’t take it. Your body became tense. Your breath shortened and your warmth covered his mouth and chin. He sped up. “God, you taste so good, baby girl.” You looked down at him and he looked drunk. He cleaned every bit of you not letting any drip onto the bed. He got up from between your thighs and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and licked it. He was breathing quickly and looked at you like a madman. 

He looked down at you with so much fire in his eyes, “Can you cum for daddy again?” He slid his hand up your body and put his middle and ring finger into your mouth and you sucked on them while he stroked himself a little bit. He groaned as you lapped your tongue over his thick fingers. He then took his fingers out of your mouth and put them into you. 

You gasped as he went slowly. There was a little pain but once he started to pump his fingers in and out of you the pleasure took over. “That’s right baby, let yourself go for me. Let me take care of you, sweetheart.” He took his fingers out and licked them. “God, I fucking love the way you taste.” 

You couldn’t speak. Your body was in shock. He leaned down to give you a kiss. “Tell me you need me, baby girl.” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Tell daddy you need him and want him, baby.” Your breathing became quicker. He wrapped his hand around your throat and squeezed lightly. It felt so good, your eyes rolled back. He squeezed a little harder and whispered in your ear, “How bad do you want me?” 

You bit your bottom lip. “Make love to me please Bradley.” You took a deep breath. You looked at him and she shook his head and bit his lip, “Tell me the right way, sweetheart.”

You gulped hard against his hand, “I need all of you now, daddy.” He licked his lips and began to kiss you. 

He started to rub his pre-cum covered head up and down your soaking-wet slit. It made you twitch. You moaned into his mouth. He broke the kiss and looked at you. His eyes twinkled and were full of love.

“Are you sure about this, baby?” He kissed your cheek gently. 

You put your hand to his cheek, “Yes, Bradley. I want this.” 

He nodded, “If it hurts let me know, baby. I’ll go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.” He lined himself up with you. You took a deep breath as he started to push himself into you slowly. After the head was in he groaned. “Oh fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” 

He was halfway in and you jerked. He was face-to-face with you. He took your face into his hand and rubbed your cheek. “I’m almost there, baby. If it's too much I'll stop.” You shook your head no. He nodded and continued to slip himself into you. You could feel him, every inch throbbing and stretching you out. “I've got you, baby girl. Forever.” He kissed your lips as the rest of him slipped in. 

You took a deep breath and he started to pull back slowly. You closed your eyes tight because it hurt. He kept reassuring you and comforting you, “I’ve got you, baby, just breathe.” He started to kiss you again and play with your nipples. He slowly pushed himself back into you, and the pain was starting to subside. His breath quickened. “Are you okay?” He looked into your eyes deeply. You closed your eyes, “Yes, now love me, Bradley.” 

He cradled you close to him. You could feel his heartbeat against your chest. He kissed you all over your face. He held you still as he gripped his other hand on your hip. That was definitely going to leave a bruise. His pace quickened as he was pumping himself into you fast and hard. You couldn’t catch your breath. He’s gotten you so close to your climax again. He felt so good inside of you. It’s as if he was made for you.  

The smacking of skin was echoing in your room. Moans filled the room. Love circled around your bodies as you two were tangled together. He rested his forehead against yours and cupped your cheek, “You make me feel so good, baby girl. You are perfect for me.” His pace started to slow down. He was trying to catch his breath, “God I want you, forever.” He started to shake, “I am so close, y/n.”

You looked up at Bradley and his head was tilted back as he drove harder and faster. “I’m close too… going to cum, Brad.” He came down and was face to face with you. “Hold on a little longer baby. I'm almost there.” He took your face into his hand and kissed you. Your nails dug into his back as you both climaxed together. Bradley stiffened and closed his eyes, mouth slightly opened. You felt his warmth coat your insides. He looked at you and smiled. He pulled himself from you slowly as both of your fluids slowly dripped from you. You pushed back his messy hair and caressed his cheek. He brushed your hair away from your face with the back of his hand. He got up and got a towel to clean you and himself up.   

He laid back down with you, “God, you’re so beautiful y/n.” 

He peppered kisses all over your face and held you close to him. 

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Sorry, it's just really hot in here rn. 🥵 You were each other's firsts 🥹. He was literally the sweetest thing. My heart wants to explode 😭. I had to make it a little *SPICY* but I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I kind of dragged it out a little, but I promise what you want is next 🥺. Get ready for all the feelings to rush in 🥰. Thank you for reading, I'll see you in the next part ❤️

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[kindlespice]

🍉 actual hiatus 🍉

hi hi! so... it's been a while! *checks notes* i have not posted since august... of last year x.x i've been lurking around a bit occasionally dropping likes here and there, but for the most part been entirely absent. i feel like it's wayyyy past time for me to check-in, let everybody know i'm okay and all that jazz. but i am declaring this an actual hiatus now

tl;dr

i lost the simblr itch, i thought "surely it will come back" but it never came back and now i'm hyperfixating on other things.

i'm gonna put specifics under a read more if anyone's that interested in what i've been doing, what i will be doing, where i'll be hanging out now, etc. but it's really nothing big or major--just interests changing.

⭐ my content + patreon

(since it's kinda important and i want everyone to be able to see this) i'm not deleting this account and i'm still keeping my content up both on patreon and sfs! you will still be able to download things for free!!! i will be deleting my patreon tier! even though it was basically a donation tier, i feel bad keeping it up knowing i'm consciously not making more sims content (or being really active in the community) for the foreseeable future i'll be reaching out to existing patrons and making a similar post over there as well about the tier change!

i also wanna say thank you to everyone who's ever followed, donated, liked, commented, messaged, lurked or just been sweet and kind to me ❤️! simblr will always have a special place in my heart, so i don't think i'll ever leave leave, but i owe it to you guys to let you know that i'm making the conscious decision to be inactive for some time.

as a closing statement, fk isr*el and i am absolutely 100% without a doubt full stop

AGAINST GENOCIDE AND FOR A 🍉 FREE PALESTINE 🍉

you should be too if you're any kind of decent human being :)

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⭐what will happen to my account?

nothing really. or at least nothing different from how it's been for the last year and some change XD like i said, i'm still keeping my blogs up, downloads won't move, etc. i am just committing to not actively posting content or really being on simblr that much. maybe i'll drop some likes or comments when the mood hits (like i have been), but not really much else. i guess if there's any questions about this i'll answer them since my active attention will be back on simblr for at least a few days while i clean some things up. i would like to do one last thing as a kind of parting gift at some point... i never did end up cleaning up my downloads page or organize the thumbs/sorting for my cc like i said i would so maybe i'll do that before it gets away from me again but i'm not making any promises

⭐why am i on hiatus?

nothing bad happened or anything, i just.... lost interest. I already wasn't really playing the game that much even when i was super active; i mostly just took pictures and did edits. but i just wasn't having as much fun as i used to, opening the game started feeling like a chore, i wasn't all that inspired to make content, etc. i've burnt out on simblr on many an occasion so i just took a break like i always do but it kept going...and going.......and going.........until i realized it had been FOREVER and i hadn't really felt the itch to create here during that time, it wasn't coming back, and i was having much more fun doing other stuff. the times i did consider coming back it was more bc i felt bad about not creating rather than any actual desire to create. so i had to think long and hard about whether or not i even really wanted to come back. and i flip-flopped for probably 6 months--trying to drum up creative projects and never committing--before coming to the conclusion that i think i just need to call it a hiatus XD

⭐what have i been up to?

annoying my family with boycott lists and making them buy alternatively :D bouncing back and forth between many different hyperfixations... i fell back down the skyrim rabbithole several times, genshin, stardew, acnh, made a million notion pages i'll never use--the usual suspects. BUT BG3! at one point i swore i was gonna come back end of july/early aug but then BG3 dropped early and it was over... i definitely did A LOT of heavy lurking here when the girlies were all posting GORGEOUS tavs omg... i spent a while getting ts3 up and running, even made a sideblog thinking "maybe i'll come back with ts3 content that would be cool!"... just to not end up playing and not using the sideblog and not coming back -.- 4LIENS were supposed to have a comeback like... 4 separate times and it just did not happen... i've been making a concerted effort to get back into drawing and art. i've been in a kind of... depression? slump? with it for years now; always feeling like it wasn't good enough, that i should be better since i'm so "gifted and talented", i should be monetizing it and not "wasting" all that skill, blah blah imposter syndrome blah blah getting frustrated when i'm not 100% perfect all the time blah blah feeling like a disappointment to my family blah blah... but i am HELLA sick and tired of having all this anxiety and fear surrounding something i used to love so much so i'm pushing through! i've been trying out lots of different mediums and actually using my sketchbooks and just generally trying to introduce more fun into the process and stop being so hard on myself all the time. i picked up crocheting for a bit. at this point i haven't touched it in so long i probably forgot how to do it but... maybe one day i'll make a blanket or smth I started journalling (relatively) regularly for a bit. i was feeling really down at several points throughout the year and i thought having daily entries would help combat the feeling like every day was just absolute shit. on the contrary, the majority of days are good--at worst mundane--the bad ones just tend to stick out more. trying to get back into reading again... i miss doing it for leisure and taking notes bc i want to and not because i have a 300 annotation school assignment :P and a whole bunch of other stuff probably but it's hard to remember every single thing that's been on my mind for 16 months lol

⭐what will i be doing / where can you find me now?

i'm hoping to start a webtoon/build up art socials in the new year as a part of my "reconnecting to art" process. i made some art socials @kbearie-art here and @/kbearie_art on insta, youtube, tiktok, and twitter; they're empty for now though bc i got scared the minute i made them and never posted anything -.- but i'll be real with you... twitter is a cesspool, and im not fond of tiktok so i think tumblr, insta and youtube will probably be where i'll dedicate my time i've been thinking about getting back into posting videos on youtube again just in general. in fact this thought was the final push for me to make this post bc i was like... if i post a video out of the blue with no word to simblr that would be fked up XD i play games all the time and i had such a fun time recording, learning to edit and stuff that i think i'd like to pursue that further. i wouldn't be doing sims related stuff though bc...well... i don't play anymore XD but other games ya know. my other youtube is kspice (the same place with my tutorials, speed edits, the acnh vid, etc.) if you'd be interested in that

and i guess that's pretty much it!

again, for at least the next couple of days i'll probably actively have my eyes on this post/simblr in general (and i am gonna clear out my inbox hopefully) so if you have questions i'd ask em quickly before i go back into hiding XD

thanks again, i love you guys, free palestine, and have a good new year! 🍉⭐💖

#now... #is it extra if i change my theme right before i leave for an indefinite period of time? #... #it's never stopped me before! #also i hate this knock-off twitter layout i wanna burn it all down #why can't i put a real line in my text posts anymore i-- #i take it all back #the tumblr changes are the reason i'm on hiatus #>:| #kspice.text

[pricescigar]

My opinions on Call of Duty Modern Warfare III

Call of Duty MWIII Spoilers down below. Don't look if you haven't played the game!

Disclaimer: This is my own opinion everyone has a right to their own opinion. Please don't fight in the comments. :)

With that being said here it goes.

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Campaign over all, I give it a 8.5 out of 10

The campaign over all for me, it was amazing. Yes it was supposed to be a DLC, yes it was supposed to be this or that, yes we was supposed to have a two year time frame for the game. I get it.

The missions could be a little longer, and they've could've added a mission dedicated to only using snipers. Like in MWII with Gaz & Price

Those are the only two issues I have !

The movement and guns were good, I had a lot of fun, the odd occasional banter between the characters was what I liked too.

Yes the game was rather short and quick, either way I had a lot of fun even if it didn't take me long to complete it.

I was so happy to see Nikolai again, Laswell, Farah and Alex. My bbys ❤️

And part of me also thinks Yuri will replace Soap? But that's me just jumping to conclusions, but I know Yuri will play a bigger role soon!

We just have to be patient.

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The Combat Missions:

I actually really liked them, it was different. Sure it was like Warzone / DMZ and I could've easily played them, but it gave you the option to go in stealthy or go in hells blazing. It gave you either those options.

But I also why people dislike the open combat, it isn't for everyone's taste.

You had the opportunity to be each and every person in the Task Force, hell, even be Farah as well.

Overall I liked what they did with it.

I just play the missions and go along with it lol

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Vladimir Makarov

Julian did such an amazing job portraying Makarov, he knew what he was doing when he was first revealed I was so excited to see him. He took the role and he ate it up, easily one of the best villains in Call of Duty.

His screen time was very limited, very limited, which I was a little disappointed by. But even when he wasn't on screen, he caused a lot of damage.

But what he did in MW3 was just the tip of the iceberg and I know whatever it'll happen next. There will be bigger plans for his character. And what other plans he'll have in store.

Which I can't wait to see.

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Now... Soap's death

I know a lot of people are mad, I hear you, I your feelings are valid. But I suspected something was going to happen to him, back in the mission Makarov said

"I'll be seeing you again MacTavish... I promise."

I may be overlooking at some of the dialogue but I felt like he was the target .

(Refrencing what happened in OG MW3, we knew something would happen.)

Soap Sacrificed himself to save Price from Makaorv, and to save Europe by trying to detonate that Bomb, Price and Gaz finished finished off for him.

Price was in shock because he was almost executed, and also because Soap got shot by him, then shot in the head infront of him.

Ghost's voice and emotion when he said "Johnny." Broke me, I feel like all of them were in a state of shock on what had just happened. Their brain hasn't fully registered or fully processed what happened.

The sad reality of being in the army is that you don't know wether you will die, or your teammate will die. You're juggling your life, and juggling to save innocent lives.

Them releasing his ashes was heartwarming and bitter sweet, may seem corny to others... But Task Force was his only family.

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Post end credit - Shepherd & Price

PRICE IN HIS INSANE ERA??? HE WAS SO PISSED. AND RIGHLY SO.

He didn't want to leave any loose ends, and I also feel like Price will also go after Graves next and his shadow company. They're the only thing left standing. But who knows what will happen.

(They did work together to stop Konni, but after all Graves did try to kill TF141, so there's still a grudge)

We all knew Shepherd had to die at some point, it was just a matter of time, when and who would do it. And Price did it.

But the thing makes me think is like ... Laswell allowed Price to wait for Shephed? Did she know what he was going to do? So many questions too.

So many questions left unanswered and I can't wait it'll they're eventually answered

Thanks for coming to my Ted talk 🖤

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[thewayofthemandalorian]

dreams dashed and divided - chapter one

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Series rating: M

Chapter rating: M

Summary: When Mando needs a place to hide and re-group with the child following his time on the New Republic prisoner transport ship with the group of people he thought never to work with again, he is directed to Kijimi, the place he vowed never to return, where he is told the queenpin will help him. The last person he expects the queenpin to be is you. And you have some scores to settle.

Word count: 3,991

Notes: This fic is a bit of a departure from my normal works as it’s a bit more dark than other things I’ve written for Din. It’s  something I’ve been poking away at for the past year or so and I’m excited to finally be sharing it with you all. It’s a fic about miscommunication and mistakes and lost chances but it is also a fic about redemption and second chances. Our reader has really been through it and hasn’t had an easy go of things. Additionally, Din during his time with the mercenary crew is something that’s long intrigued me. This fic will contain flashbacks to the end of his time in the crew when he first met our reader and each chapter will unfold more of the story and what truly happened between them to make them go from lovers to enemies. I want to thank my beloved @ezrasbirdie​​​ for beta-reading this fic and for letting me talk on end about these two in the DM’s. ❤️

This fic is cross-posted to AO3 under the same name and my taglist can be found linked in my bio as well as my masterlist which is linked below.

Comments/reblogs appreciated.

Chapter warnings: Scars, canon-typical violence, nightmares, references to sex, reference to drugs (spice) and weapons, use of weapons, loneliness/isolation, age gap: older man/younger woman (in flashbacks reader is 20 to Din’s 27, and in current day is 29 to his 36)

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It’s a bad idea. It really is. Din knows it is before he even sends out the message to his former partner to see if he can throw some work his way. Not only does he not trust Ran, but he promised himself – and someone else – that he would never work with or see his former crew again. Not after what happened.

But here he finds himself. Working with one of the people he never expected to work with again. “This is a bad idea,” he tells the kid as he sets the Razor Crest into landing in Ranzar Malk’s hangar on the space station. 

Placing the child in a storage closet for safekeeping, he exits the Crest, dread and regret in his every step. 

“Mando,” says Ran amenably. “Is that you under that bucket?” 

“Ran,” clips Din, begrudgingly shaking the other man’s extended hand. Like shaking hands with the devil, you ask him. 

Dropping Mando’s hand, Ran continues. “I didn’t know if I’d ever see you in these parts again. Good to see you.” Lie, thinks Mando as Ran claps a hand on his back. “You know, to be honest…” That would be a first, Din thinks. “...I was a little surprised when you reached out to me.” 

That makes two of them, Din supposes. 

“You know, because … I hear things. Like maybe things between you and the Guild ain’t working out.” Ran pretends to sound concerned but he truly hopes that that’s the case; it would be so sweet for him if the organization Din left the group for fell out with him. 

Din, ever cagey with Ran, responds, “I’ll be fine.” 

Ran holds out his hands in a conciliatory motion. “Okay, well you know the policy. No questions asked. And you… you’re welcome back here any time.”

Din doesn’t take the bait and follows Ran through the space station, asking about the job and listening as Ran explains how one of his associates got caught by an enemy team. Seems simple enough… until Ran mentions that the only reason he was allowed in was because of the Crest. Nothing’s changed then. Ran’s still the two-timing, look out for no one but himself person he’s always been. Withholding information until it’s necessary.

“What’s the look? Is that gratitude?” asks Ran before dropping the subject. There are four other members, Din being the fifth. Ran introduces them all, explaining that running with a Mandalorian brought the group some reputation; Mando said one time he got target practice out of it; Din just listens, not saying anything aside from “that was a long time ago”, remorse and regret at his former actions and his former self eating away at him. He hates how easily he can assume this role again after almost a decade. The other members of the group are sharpshooter Mayfeld, Burg the muscle, and droid Zero. Din balks at the droid but doesn’t say anything. He counts. “Wait. You said there were four,” he says. 

A voice comes from behind him. One that he would recognize anywhere. Belonging to the Twi’lek who brought him nothing but trouble. “He does.” Xi’an. 

If his guard wasn’t already up, it sure as hell is now. 

“Hello, Mando,” Xi’an says. 

Din gives nothing away. “Xi’an,” he says, managing to stay composed. 

“Tell me why I shouldn’t cut you down where you stand?” she asks, twirling her knife. Is that the same knife from before? he wonders. From nine years ago? From when she tried to —? Din snaps himself out of it. He should be the one asking that question. He should have cut her down where she stood. 

Instead he just says, lying through his teeth, “Nice to see you too.” 

The gang laughs. “I missed you.” 

I didn’t, Din thinks.

There’s some more teasing and laughing from the others while Zero works on the Razor Crest, no doubt to rile Din up. It doesn’t work. He doesn’t let it. Din realizes quickly as Mayfeld explains that the transport ship is in fact a prison ship. He’s liking this less and less, and he didn’t even like this to begin with. Why did he take this again? He’s only being used. Again. 

“Just like the good old days, Mando. Huh?” says Ran before Din walks up the ramp onto his ship. 

Yeah. Exactly like the good old days. 

- - - - 

Din should have known. Should have kriffing known. 

He isn’t even surprised when the others double cross him. Isn’t surprised when the prisoner they spring ends up being Qin, Xi’an’s brother and the instigator of so many things. Din’s hated everything on this mission. He hates how… easily, how quickly, he was able to resume his role of ruthless hunter that he made himself known as all those years ago; sure he’s not exactly easy-going with bounties now but he likes to think that he’s at least more reasonable and isn’t going after people for the sake of it, for target practice as Ran had said back on the spaceport. Din has also hated how he’s been treated. This usually doesn’t bother him; he doesn’t need people to like him. He’s a Mandalorian, people liking him isn’t at the top of his priority list. It had only been so once and he ruined things beyond repair in that circumstance. Mandalorians do not regret much. It isn’t in their nature. Din, though, can’t help but feel the sharp twist of it on a daily basis, having made a home for it in his chest and in the pit of his stomach over the years, allowing it to fester. That feeling has only been amplified by today’s events, the decisions that led to it.

Maybe both Ran and Zarah had been right. Maybe the only thing he was good at was hunting and hurting and destruction. He isn’t right for… 

“How’s your little friend doing these days?” Xi’an had asked earlier. Din hadn’t answered, not rising to her bait and her taunts. She’d always been jealous. Always wanted what he didn’t ever have on offer for her. That he only had it on offer for one person and he squandered that opportunity. He thinks back to how Xi’an said that he deserves this. She was wrong. He deserves so much worse for what he did.

He shakes his head, clearing the thought as he plans his retribution. Retribution that is nine years too late. But first things first. He needs to get out of this cell. 

When Xi’an had killed Davan ten minutes ago, he remembered a time before, a time when the outcome had been better, but so much worse. For the seventeenth time today, he makes a mental apology, adding to the countless ones he’s mentally made over the years. It isn’t enough. It never is. There isn’t much else he can do though. 

When he gets out with ease, it’s time to get even. Not for just this, but for something that should have been settled years ago. 

It’s easy separating the gang. Mayfeld and Qin are separated from Xi’an and Burg. Of the four of them, Burg is the hardest to subdue, but he finally manages to in the end. 

Part of him wants to save Xi’an for last, since she was directly involved in what happened nine years ago and it is in his opinion that she deserves something truly terrible in retribution for what she did, for what they both did. 

When he catches up with her, it’s a bit of a struggle; she tries to fight him, tries to kill him, but he’s too fast for her. 

As he’s bringing her to the cell, she throws a final curveball. “Have you been back to your beloved Kijimi? I think you’d be interested in the queenpin. I would have thought you would be her kingpin,” Xi’an teases, giving her saccharine giggle from behind the bars of the cell.

Din has no idea who or what she’s talking about. For all of her many, many flaws, Xi’an does know things. The only logical person she could be talking about is Zarah Bliss and she wants nothing to do with him either. 

He walks away from Xi’an, hoping they never have to cross paths ever again. And he hopes that this is enough – or at least a start – for his redemption.

Mayfeld is the easiest to subdue. And Qin is not hard to find. For all his bravado, he does love running away. 

“Come on, Mando. Be reasonable,” Qin cajoles as Din begins to apprehend him. 

Reasonable? Din wants to shout. There are many things that Din wants to say, wants to shout at this Twi’lek. But he holds his tongue and brings him back to Ran, planting a tracking beacon on him. 

Credits in hand, he flies away, promising that he will never, ever do anything like that or see them again. 

Having the spaceport destroyed and Ran and Qin apprehended by the New Republic along with the others, who made his life so difficult, is small retribution in comparison to what he really wanted to do. But he isn’t that person anymore.

Untwisting the knob of one of the levers on the dash and handing it to the kid, he says, “Told you that was a bad idea,” as Xi’an’s words about the queenpin of Kijimi echo in his head. 

-  - - - 

He gets a holovid call from Greef Karga two days later. 

“My friend, if you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive. You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too,” the transmission begins. Din smiles wryly at his boss’s obvious statement. “I guess we can call it even. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. The man who hired you is still here, and his ranks of ex-Imperial guards have grown. They have imposed despotic rule over my city, which has impeded the livelihood of the Guild. We consider him an enemy, but we cannot get close enough to take him out. If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while. You have been successful so far in staving off their hunters, but they will not stop until they have their prize. So, here is my proposition: Return to Nevarro. Bring the child as bait. I will arrange an exchange, and provide loyal Guild members as protection. Once we get near the client, you kill him and we both get what we want. If you succeed, you keep the child and I will have your name cleared with the Guild, for a man of honour should not be forced to live in exile. I await your arrival with optimism.”

Din stares at the child, who’s sleeping in his pram behind where Din sits in the pilot’s seat, options and ideas and ruminations running through his head at a thousand miles per hour. 

The last time he had seen Karga had been when he had turned in and then retrieved the kid from the custody of the Guild and the enigmatic client. Karga had tried to stop him. Had tried to get him to return the child to his custody. Din wasn’t going to do that. He wasn’t going to betray someone else. Someone else he had promised to take care of and failed to do so. 

He doesn’t like it.

Karga was never completely untrustworthy before, so he has no reason to distrust the Guild leader now. Except for the aforementioned attempt at stopping Din from leaving. 

No, he doesn’t like it. Doesn’t trust it. 

He supposes he doesn’t have to trust it. And if it came down to it, he could come out on top again. Din doesn’t see any other option but to go along with it. 

But he doesn’t have to go alone. He would be foolish to go alone and Din Djarin is many things, but he likes to think fool isn’t one of them. Not usually.

Punching in the coordinates to Sorgan, he knows exactly who he’s going to ask. 

Cara Dune is in her normal habitat, engaged in a wrestling match which she easily wins. The child coos at the sight of her when she spots him and Din hanging back. Recognizing her as a friend. 

Din explains the situation to her, leaving no detail out. Cara’s face falls. “Sorry, Mando. No can do. I’m needed here. They made me their marshal and I can’t exactly leave so soon into the trial period.” 

He nods. “That’s too bad,” he says, “but I understand.” 

“You were right to think for backup though. Why not ask that widow?” Cara asks, waggling her eyebrows. 

“No.” Din is resolute. “It’s one thing to ask her to fight on her home planet to defend her village. But to ask her to leave her home and her child for something as dangerous as this?” He won’t do it. And he still thinks back to when she tried to remove his helmet. How gently he’d removed her hands from his face. The last time someone had tried to remove his helmet like that, he hadn’t been so gentle in moving their hands away. Omera deserves a life of peace, something he can’t offer. Xi’an’s words still echo in his head. “Have you ever heard of the queenpin of Kijimi?” he asks, changing tacks and going out on a limb. 

The former shock trooper thinks for a minute, her expression turning from teasing to contemplative. “Yeah, I have. I don’t know who she is exactly. But she runs spice and weapons out of a speakeasy.” It takes a minute to remember the name of the town where the speakeasy is. He knows that town. He spent many nights in that town. “She probably has a couple of enforcers if she can’t help you outright. It’s worth a shot.” Cara shrugs. 

It is worth a shot Din concedes. But he hasn’t been back to Kijimi in almost ten years. It was made very clear that he wasn’t welcome there. That he wasn’t wanted. It’s been ten years. Maybe… He didn’t even have to see… Even if Zarah hears him out. She can send him on his way with one of her enforcers and never have to cross paths with anyone else who doesn’t want to see him. 

This week seems to be full of doing things he thought he would never do again. So keeping in pattern, he punches in the coordinates to Kijimi. In and out, no problem.

But things are never as easy as they first appear.

- - - - 

Roaming fingers, rasped words, skin against metal and burlap, a face you never see. Empty promises, blood, pain, betrayal… 

You wake up before the sun. Not that that’s hard to do in winter on Kijimi. The sun is only out (if it’s out at all) for three hours at a time in the dead of winter. Your bed is warm, furs and blankets covering you. 

If you didn’t have your empire to run, you’d stay in bed for as long as possible. But spice and weapons don’t run themselves. And you have people waiting for you. The wind buffets against the building, only adding to your complete lack of wanting to get out of bed. 

You’d had the nightmare again last night. It had been so long, too, since you’d had the nightmare. The one where you’re killed by the man who betrayed you. Only he wasn’t the one who gave the killing blow in real life. It was as good as him, though. You never realized how cowardly a man of an esteemed race of warriors could be until you met him. 

Scrubbing your face with your hands, you get up. The cold air of your sleeping chamber assaults you almost immediately as you grab your warm robe and make your way to the fresher. Dropping your robe and your sleeping clothes from yourself, you step into the warmth of the shower, staying in as long as you can, savouring the heat and the warmth of it while you can. 

Sylar hadn’t come over last night, claiming to be busy. Not that he would have helped with the nightmares. Those came whenever they damn well pleased. 

Once you’ve spent enough time beneath the warm spray of the shower, you get the bacta salve from your drawer and rub it over the puckered, scarred skin of the left side of your rib cage. It never fully healed. The poison was removed from the wound, but the scar remains and will do so for the rest of your days.

Once the steam dissipates, you practice your smile in the mirror for a second. Someone had pointed out yesterday that it didn’t reach your eyes. And you couldn’t have that. You had a reputation to uphold. And that reputation is flirty, friendly queenpin who doesn’t take any bullshit. You’re the queenpin of Kijimi. And Maker help anyone who disrespects the queen.

Good enough. It doesn’t quite meet your eyes the way it once had many, many years ago. But if people don’t pay attention they won’t notice. Most people don’t notice. It must have been a fluke that someone brought it up, you’re sure of it. 

You slip on your father’s ring that you keep on a chain around your neck, bringing it up to your lips as you always do every morning when you put it on and every night when you take it off. Grabbing your caf, you lock the flat door behind you and go down into your speakeasy. 

Zarah’s already there. Your best friend for almost your entire life. The only person who’s always had your back, the person who best understands you. Though no one truly understands you. At one point you thought someone had, but then things happened that proved that to be wrong. 

“You look like shit,” Zarah says by way of greeting.

You just lift your mug to your lips in half-salute. “Good morning to you too.” 

Zarah notices the bags under your eyes, heavier and more defined than usual. “Did you have the nightmare again?” she asks. You regret ever telling her about the nightmare. She takes your lack of response as an answer in the affirmative. “Honey, how many times do I have to tell you? That man is better forgotten after the way he twisted himself into you.” 

You nod. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know that. But my subconscious doesn’t.” You try to fill your voice with annoyance at your friend and your subconscious. You know better than to argue that that’s not how you remember the events of nine years ago happening. There’s no reasoning with Zarah once she's made her mind up about something.

“Sy didn’t stop by last night?” she asks. 

With a shake of your head, you say, “No. He had to work late.” 

You know what she’s going to say before she says it. “He likes you, you know.” 

There it is. “I know. I like him, too. He’s a good friend.  That’s why I let him sleep in my bed every now and again.” 

Zarah frowns. “You know what I mean. It won’t kill you to settle. Hell, you could do a lot worse. You’ve done a lot worse.” 

You wince inwardly at the indirect jab. Zarah hadn’t liked you being around someone like… that. Sylar’s sweet and he’s a good friend. But you hate the idea of settling. Even if it is your best option. “We’re just having a bit of fun,” you say, tone brooking no argument. 

“I know. But—”

“Zarah.” The queenpin enters your voice. It hardly ever comes out around her. You don’t like using it on her. But she’s pushed this so many times. “Please,” you say, attempting to lighten your voice. “I had a rough night, I don’t wanna talk about my bad decisions this early. Maker knows I don’t need more reminding that my life is one colossal fuckup,” you mutter this last part more to yourself. You refuse to feel sorry for yourself. You are who you are and you’ve made the best with what you’ve been given. Even if it is isolating.

Your friend hears the last part, but she doesn’t say anything. “We should get ready,” she says instead. 

It’s a busy day. Though it goes quickly and you’re surrounded by a swell of people, you feel completely alone in this crowded room. No real connections except with Zarah, who’s gone home to check on her daughter Zorii. School’s out for the week and she is restricted from coming here. It’s no place for an eight year old. It’s one of the few concessions Zarah’s agreed with, not wanting her daughter exposed to this as young as she was. 

Your smile – friendly, flirtatious, and fake – falters a few times as you’re making deals, serving drinks and doing trades. Pushing everything else out of your mind but business, you carry on with your facade and your business.

The coin purse at your hip is replaced halfway through the day with an empty one and again mid-afternoon. Business is positively booming. 

Before you know it, it’s time to close. “All right, folks. It’s that time again. Time to say goodnight,” you say, adopting a faux-sad expression as people grumble and complain. “I know. But I’ll be here tomorrow,” you promise.

They have fun here, especially your regulars. Not all of them are there for trade; they just want to socialize and have something to drink. You have a few (mostly male) clients that have said on more than one occasion that they want to marry you or some of your serving girls. You always decline, maintaining the reputation of a sole queenpin of her empire who doesn’t need a king. You’re also very protective of your girls. You started here as a serving girl and Zarah’s mother hadn’t done much to protect you and the other girls from leering customers who had wanted more than what was there on the menu or to trade. Once you took over, that all changed.

You usher the last of your customers out with a flirty grin and a promise to see them tomorrow. A cold draft of spring air sends a chill down your spine and you peer around, sensing something – or someone nearby. 

Waving the feeling away as suspicion and leftover fear from when the New Republic was planetside a few weeks ago, you turn on your heels and go back into your cantina. No one’s there. Silly woman, you chide yourself and get to cleaning up the bar before Sylar can stop in for the night and you can go upstairs with him to your flat.

A slight movement from just out of view behind you grabs your attention. “Sorry, pal, we’re closed.” All traces of friendly flirtation are gone from your voice. You’re tired, had a long day, and just want to lie down.

Usually there’s some form of apology and a quick scurrying out; people know not to mess with you after closing. But there’s nothing of the sort from the intruder. Just a sigh. A sigh you would be able to place anywhere. 

The responding voice sends a shiver down your spine, makes your blood run cold. “Not here to do spice trade, cyar’ika.” 

Turning, you see the figure you thought had abandoned you for good all those years ago. His armour is new. Silver and shiny instead of the faded red that was beat up. This is pure beskar, shiny and authentic. The real deal. Even with the new, shiny metal, you know it’s him. Without so much as a single word, your reflexes on high alert, you quickly grab the blaster that’s holstered at your hip (that’s usually just there for show), look him directly in the face of that stupid helmet of his, and shoot him square in the chestplate.

--- taglist in reblog

#din djarin x reader #pedro pascal #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian #pedro pascal fan fiction #pedro pascal character fanfiction #my fic #my writing #dreams dashed and divided

[rythmicjea]

On the last day of summer vacation... The Writer and His Muse

Full disclosure, I wrote another version of this last night. It was... factually correct. But it just wasn't good. So I saved it and took a few steps away and realized what I was supposed to be writing. I apologize now this is going to be long.

When I came up with the idea to write this series, I wasn't sure of the structure. If I'm honest, I still don't know lol. And after being called the "Riverdale Analysis Auteur" (thank you @storkmuffin ❤️), I promise to do the utmost to put forth only my best for you. There isn't going to be an uploading schedule so follow the tag "Code Word Jeronica" to see when I post.

My intention with this is to show that from the pilot there has always been the opportunity for Jeronica. I know what you're saying "there's an opportunity for ALL pairings."

And, yes, while you are correct. There were some possibilities that were more feasible than others (Sorry Jarchies!). For the skeptics out there, the showrunners did chemistry tests with so many pairings. Cole even admitted that he did one with Cami and he was open to a Jughead/Veronica relationship "It's the CW, anything can happen"! Coding isn't always intentional or needs to be taken seriously. And that's okay. As a writer myself, I understand the "side character curse" all too well.

With all of that being said, I will only be focusing on the evidence we get in the show itself. I may reference the comics sporadically (like how Jughead and Veronica have been paired up/dated several times in the comics, throughout the comic's history. Below is a picture from Pep #154 in 1962!) but I'll never reference anything outside of the source material as evidence.

The Writer and His Muse

It's established from the pilot that Jughead is a writer, an aspiring novelist. All writers need a muse. Something that inspires them to put pen to paper. In Greek Mythology, Muse was a Greek Goddess who gave inspiration to all. Often, a muse is referred to as a beautiful woman but it can be anything. The show Riverdale is the muse for fanfiction writers who write in the universe. Jughead has several muses throughout the show. He goes through various tribulations with his writing. We see him suffer with writer's block, make a deal with the devil (both Jugheads in Rivervale), and we know that the story that put him on the map was a telling of him and his friends.

In the overall show we know of five big stories that Jughead writes. Jason Blossom's murder, The Red Dahlia, Killing Mr. Honey, The Outcasts, and Bend. Towards. Justice. All follow a pretty basic plotline. Something happens, a group of teens have to investigate, there's a surprise twist, and then a resolution.

But, through all of these he has one muse that is constant. Would you believe me if I told you it was our fair Veronica? Because it is. Before you ask "What about Betty?", let me ask you the same. What about her? She is a character in his stories. Sometimes she's the main character. But being the main character and being a muse are two very different things. Veronica's presence in his stories symbolize different major elements to a story. More than any other Riverdale character.

Throughout the series we see Jughead struggle with his writing. His father tells him to keep writing as a way to get out of Riverdale and not get caught up with the Serpents. We see him have profound writer's block, plagiarize another author, change the way he writes due to his disability, and physically lose his ability to write. His writer's block, and the complications with it, start in season 5 and aren't resolved until season 6.

Here's an unexpected bonus from helping Veronica...

...I started writing again.

She is, and has always been, his muse. This is the first time he acknowledges it, but the clues have been there since day one.

Jason Blossom's Murder

The first story begins with the pilot's very first scene. It also introduces the audience to a concept called "The Center of a Story". The center of a story is just how it sounds. It is the element that brings everyone together. However, while this can be the main character and what that character goes through, it can simply be a person or place that has very little interaction at all with the main story. In a murder mystery, which Season 1 is, the center of a story can be the murder victim. In telling that story we can either have flashbacks of the person's life up until they are killed; or, they are simply the reason why everyone comes together (and not even just to find out why. Sometimes the why isn't necessary).

Jason Blossom is the center of the story. It's all about finding out who killed him. But the muse of the story? The hook? The character's entrance that actually connects everyone together? That's Veronica. "On the last day of summer vacation, a new mystery rolled into town." Jason's murder is the B-plot of the season. It might have kicked everything off, and the action might be connected to him, but it's not the entire reason why Jughead is writing this book. In fact, the opening soliloquy says:

Our story is about a town, a small town, and the people who live in the town. From a distance it presents itself like so many other small towns all over the world. Safe, decent, innocent. Get closer though? And you start seeing the shadows underneath. The name of our town is Riverdale.

The story was never about Jason Blossom.

The Red Dahlia

I'm not going to touch on this much, because I have a whole post planned just about this episode. But, I want to point out that out of all of the stories we see him write, this is the only story that focuses solely on one character. It's completely about Veronica. She, like Jason, is the catalyst. The difference is that, unlike Jason, she plays a major role.

Killing Mr. Honey

In his last story to submit to the University of Iowa, it's about how seven teenagers try to get rid of their unethical and overbearing principal. We have known up to this point that Jughead loves horror. He likes to write "Lovecraftian" style stories. The difference between the two are HPL rejected morality. He considered himself a "Morality Atheist". Jughead, on the other hand, loves morality tales. (In 1955 there's a whole episode about it.) This is most evident in this telling. Each character represents an architype. Veronica, arguably, is the most important architype. She represents morality. She's the only one who really challenges what they are doing. Specifically, Jughead. At face value someone can go "Well, Jughead and Veronica aren't friends so it makes sense". First off, no, they very much are friends. But, second, if they weren't, why put her in such a place of honor. In actuality, given his character in the show (and the comics), Archie should be the moral compass of the story.

The Outcasts

The Outcasts is really the only story that we have very little knowledge of. I freely admit that for evidence, it's the weakest of the five. It presents coded details for the audience to infer their meaning. Jughead is the Viper Leader, the Serpents are the Vipers, but is Betty The Homecoming Queen? Most likely. The co-ed he takes home tells him that he wrote a "very sexy book" in regards to the Viper Leader and the Homecoming Queen. However, in his drunken voicemail, he lambasts Betty. One line in particular stands out "You're a cold, fake, duplicitous bitch. And once people read my book, everyone's going to see that". Now, we don't know what is in the book (Kind of wish they'd released it) and it could end with the Homecoming Queen cheating on the Viper Leader with the Football Captain (I'm inferring that that would be Archie's character). Or, they could have lived happily ever after. Or... using the ambiguity to stretch the possibility... the Homecoming Queen could have been Veronica.

Why? Well, there's a reason why the Enemies to Lovers trope is so popular. What better way to get back at your ex for cheating but to immortalize their best friend (who was also cheated on by your best friend) as the true-love-fairy-tale-princess of your wildly popular NYT best seller?

Bend. Towards. Justice.

The last story we see Jughead write is when they've been taken back to 1955. 7x01 is very reminiscent of the pilot. But, for Jughead and his writing, it's always been in the details. Season 7 is my favorite season, and trust me, I have a lot to say about what happens. So, I'll keep this brief. Even when he describes Tabitha it's very factual. There's no emotion. He lists who she is and the reason why she might know what's going on. Please don't take this to mean that at this point he isn't still in love with her, because he very much is. When he sees her, he doesn't know the 1955 version isn't his girlfriend. He keeps all of his emotions bottled up until he can figure out a plan. And to spare her from any craziness because her memories also might be gone. Up until this point, everyone's description is "This person is here, and this is who they are". Including himself.

For starters I live in an abandoned train car with Hot Dog which... actually tracks... Betty and Kevin aren't merely friends, they're dating. Cheryl's twin brother is alive, but he's not Jason, he's Julian. No sign of a Reggie yet. But Archie exists and he's pretty much a teen Charles Atlas... I've been waiting to reconnect with the one person who might shed some light on our predicament because she was both Chronokenetic and the town's guardian angel. My girlfriend, Tabitha Tate.

He mentions that all of this information is "overwhelming, heartbreaking". But he doesn't say why because there are many reasons why. His best friends don't remember anything. Do they even really know him? With one one question he realizes that the person he loves doesn't love him back. But he breaks this way of introducing the "characters" when he introduces Veronica. It's all emotion. There's even a sexy jazz trumpet riff announcing her.

"Damn..." His thoughts whispered to him breathlessly. "Even in 1955, Veronica Lodge still knew how to make an entrance." He goes from boredom to attention. He straightens his shoulders, he sits up to see her better, and he doesn't blink. Like everyone else, and very unlike him, his whole attention is on her.

THE PILOT

Now that we've gone through the five major stories we know he writes, let's go back to the end to see the beginning. The last episode of the entire series ends with a typewriter. All of the stories mentioned above are stories written within the main one. Riverdale itself is a story (possibly Archie Comics fanfiction) written by Jughead.

The pilot itself, as all TV shows, has a narrative woven throughout. There's characters, conflict, plot, etc. Though the episode opens with Jason's murder the pilot was never about that. Hell, Jughead is barely featured in it. We see him two significant times. The first time is two minutes in, where he's drinking his coffee writing his story. And he says the classic line, "We were still talking about the Fourth of July tragedy on the last day of summer vacation, when a new mystery rolled into town." We are introduced to Veronica Lodge, by Jughead, right after we're introduced to him. At this point he's only named Cheryl and Jason Blossom as that is the impetus for this show/season. "There needs to be a dead body".

The pilot is about Veronica. She moves to Riverdale, she meets Archie and Betty, she mentions Our Town, and her desire for Archie is established. Compared to Veronica, it takes 8 minutes to mention Jason again and 10 minutes to bring him back into the plot. Then nothing significant happens with him until the very end of the episode! But even after that brief interlude it's only 5 minutes later Veronica is given her first conflict. And by the halfway point, she's thoroughly decimated said conflict.

So, Miss Auteur, why are you bringing this up?

Because Riverdale was supposed to be about Archie. But by the end of the first half of the first episode Veronica is the only character to have a full plot arc and even an epilogue! More importantly, she is immediately woven into the fabric of the town. Even though the Varchie romance is introduced we must remember how the episode is being framed.

If you compare the narration to the writing on Jughead's laptop, it doesn't match up. Cole Sprouse might have read everything on said laptop and it was shortened for time. But, I wouldn't read too much into the discrepancies. I mean, the previous two pages are exact copies of each other lol. And while there might not be numbered pages it's at least four and I'm baffled about what he could have written prior to the opening lines. Also, as a writer, there are the things we think we're going to write and the things we actually do write (For example, I wrote a 16 chapter 100k+ Zack and Cody fanfic, and I didn't know the show existed! The Suite Adult Life). Our thoughts vs our words carry weight to a story. An argument can be made that either position is the most important. Is it better to write out that which we keep so closely guarded so it may live on in infamy? Or are the most profound thoughts those we keep closest to our chests?

Though one little line stands out when I do read it...

"See, the Blossoms had their tendrils wrapped around the entire town - no one wanted to make enemies of them."

Who is the person not wrapped up in their tendrils? And who immediately made an enemy of Cheryl Blossom?

Bisous, Bisous... Votre Auteur.

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