#nova wish you all good night

[novalizinpeace]

pray for the electricity to be good tomorrow guys

somebody send me a ask that had exploted enough in my desk to make me start the cartoon weekend tomorrow, so prepare yourself

#is not canon cartoon lore #but hey i need to take the idea out of my mind somehow #so gonna share it with all you #nova wish you all good night

[venusgirltarot]

What Would An Album About You Sound Like?

Disclaimer: This reading is for entertainment purposes only. Tarot readings are about possibilities based on your current energy. Energy is forever changing and nothing is set in stone. Always remember, you have your own free will to make whatever decision you feel is best.

Close your eyes, take a deep breath, envision the person you are thinking of and then choose the pile(s) you feel most drawn to.

Pile One

Ahhh okay this is so cute. Im going to try to explain this as best as I can, Pile 1. So this seems like a concept album. The idea of the album (not the sound but idea ya know) reminds me of “Melodrama” by Lorde. I’ll leave a quote here for a better description but it’s like a concept album about a single night

“Melodrama is described as a loose concept album that explores the theme of solitude, in the framework of a single house party with the events and moods that entail it”

The album about you is similar in the sense that it’s a “loose concept album” but it’s about the writer seeing you. It’s like you’re at this party that the songwriter is also at and they’re obsessed from the moment they lay eyes on you. You’re like this beautiful unobtainable being to them and they want to get to know you so bad but they just can’t seem to talk to you. This could also progress to a one night stand that never progresses to more because of a lack of communication to this album is going through the writer meeting you and watching you throughout the night and then goes into their regrets and what they wish they would have said to you the next day, if that makes sense.

They see you at a party and think you’re so beautiful but can’t seem to find the words to tell you that. I keep hearing “I like the way my bedsheets look on your body” from “hello!” By role model. (I believe that’s the right song but lmk if it’s wrong so I can fix it!) and I keep being reminded of this musician on TikTok “Chappell Roan” and their song “Red Wine Supernova” I think that’s similar to what this album would sound like and it also fits the aesthetic. I highly recommend you listen to this song because it fits your album so perfectly. I tried to find a lyric that resonates the best to include but they all work so well that I couldn’t choose.

Despite this entire album being about only you and just one night leading into the next morning, it’s still so diverse (I hope that makes sense) like you’d think there’s only so many songs you could write about a 12ish hour time frame and one person but this writer has endless things to say about you and the night you met them. I could see one song having a feature and it’s later in the album somewhere between tracks 7-12 or so. The aesthetic of the album is very neon lights, the dance floor on prom night after everything has died down and people are starting to go home, slow, melodramatic and just really pretty. Again, I highly recommend you check out “Red Wine Supernova” because it fits so well.

Track list:

1. Pretty

2. Blooming

3. missing you

4. Shinning Eyes

5. Dying Slow

6. Party Streamers

7. Old Fashioned (Feat. Another Artist)

8. Starlight

9. Nova’s Surprise

10. Sunset

11. morning after

12. You

Pile Two

Pile two, your album sounds like one written by Hozier, Noah Kahan or The Lumineers. It reminds me a lot of “Angela” by The Lumineers. Specifically the lyric “Angela, spent your whole life running away” and “vacancy, hotel room, lost in me, lost in you” it also reminds me of Ethel Cain in the sense that it’s a concept album about running away and starting a new life (but not as dark as ethel’s and with a much better outcome than she got. I heard “success story” it’s about leaving behind a difficult past and moving forward. There’s hope for the future in these songs, remembrance of the past and healing trauma. It’s a beautiful album with a good balance of different emotions. I could see this album coming with a short film or a series of music videos that piece together to tell a store. Similar to “III” by the Lumineers.

I keep hearing a few snippets from the deluxe version of “Stick Season” (that will be out June 9th 👀) like “Medicate meditate swear your soul to Jesus / Throw a punch fall in love give yourself a reason” or “we ain’t angry at you love, you’re the greatest thing we’ve lost” it’s such a beautiful album with so much soul and emotion.

I could see this album getting an acoustic live version that artists do sometimes like “Album, live from Wherever” you know? This album has very unique and catchy lyrics that stick with people, the type of lyrics people take and sell on things in their Etsy shop or use as a quote in their yearbook or put in their instagram bio. It almost feels like poetry. I also heard “escapism” this is the type of music that paints a picture and takes you somewhere else. This album will kind of chronologically tell a story about you moving forward and healing from trauma and finding a peaceful ending. Ending with a song like “Angelia”

Track list

1. movement

2. Adelaide’s Interlude

3. mother

4. farmhouse

5. leave me behind

6. baby blue

7. mustang

8. you’re gonna go far

9. more than this

10. peace

11. at your own pace

12. growing pains

13. at last

Pile Three

I feel like this album has a soft rock sort of sound? Like hozier with a rockier edge if that makes sense? It reminds me of the way hozier sings about love. He sings about a very deep and impactful love and his writing his like poetry and I think that’s what an album about you would sound like. I think this album could be about the writer/musician fighting feelings for you because they’re focused on career or are just concerned about the outcome of the relationship. They might have a fear of falling or something.

However, the last card I pulled was the 10 of cups so the outcome is very good. I feel like this album is coming from a reflective place like this is after yourself and your spouse have settled down and had kids or pets or whatever you would like and your partner is looking back at your relationship from the very beginning up until now and writing about it.

I keep hearing “I’m in love with an emo girl” I don’t think this is what the album will sound like but maybe that’s your aesthetic/vibe? This might just be conformation for you. I also keep hearing that Shania Twain song “you’re still the one” this is the kind of album that fans would dissect like narrow down the time you met your person and talk about every lyric and how that lyric relates to you and your relationship etc. this album talks about how devoted and in love with you your person is but also talks about the (I heard “trials and tribulations”) it took for you two to get there so it may include religious reference. Like religion by Lana Del Rey or Don’t Blame Me by Taylor Swift where there’s this slight aspect of religion/devotion to your partner.

You hear a lot about how you have to actively choose your partner everyday to make a long term relationship work and this album would definitely delve into that a little. It could also be produced by you and your partner’s mutual friends or people who have been there since the beginning or very early in in your relationship. I think this would be a longer album and there’s definitely 18+ songs on there 👀

Track list

1. October

2. Cosmic

3. Full Moon

4. Bourbon Street

5. She’s All Over Me

6. Starla

7. The Empress

8. Diamond Eyes

9. Find More of Me

10. Dreamscape

11. Escapades

12. Midnight

13. You’re All I Need

14. Mirror

15. Apartment 32

16. Deep End

17. Eternity

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[moonsfantasyworld]

About NovaArts

hello and good afternoon, day, or night to whoever reads this today i would like to warn you all about nova arts based on my expiriance with him cw: suggestive interaction against a minor

i am well aware that my interaction with him might have been the most tame, but i am aware there are more victims to his behaviour and it scares me im not the only minor all of this went down during november 19th of last year

first of all i would like to say i've always been open of my age online, as dangerous as it may be, hidding my age was my groomer's way to keep me in place. nova has always been well aware of my age, as he knew i was in highschool, since i've mentioned it hundreds of times and if he saw me up at an hour that he knew was late for me he would reblog my posts sending me to sleep

i would always joke to him about hitting him with a chancla, all in public, as we never talked in dms i did this since i already did not like much his joke of his sona always flirting with women and my way to deal with it and joke about it was that one, all harmless fun i thought, right?, well i was wrong one. day i was taking requests, as i like taking little requests in my platforms here and there, he had sent me his character and of course, i decided to joke to him with the chancla as always

his response to this? drawing my sona pinned against a wall while blushing while his sona flirted with mine, this of course freaked me out a lot, how wouldnt it? yes, i didnt have my age on my bio, but i did have and always had my carrd on my pinned post that said my age

all i got to this was an XD, no ''oh god my bad'' ''i did not realise it'', no, a damm fucking xd

this interaction was on november 19th 2022

i kept interacting with him on tumblr, but slowly i did less and less, many more moments where i would mention my age had happend, until one day it finally sunk in how fucked up that was and i silently unfollowed him everywhere

i know my interaction with him wasnt much, but as i said, im not the only one who was victim to his behaviourand sexualization of people, specifically femm precenting people

in case anyone wishes to read the posts from the screenshots yourselves, here are the links first post second post third posts

thanks you to those that took the time to read this and i hope all of you stay safe and wel.

l to those who also had a negative interaction with him, i encourage you to open up about it because im sure there are many more than just the other vistims i already know off

#cult of the lamb #cotl #impornat

[joesanrio]

He’s mad now | R.R

Summary: Nova coming back from college was one of the best days- or I guess nights of her life.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i x Nova (OC) || non-established relationship

Warnings: arguing, cheating, kissing, pet names (princess,baby), grinding, dry humping, fingering.

Rating: 18+

A/N: …something about Joe being irritated or arguing with someone just sounds so hot. Also, I gave Joe a diff girl instead of Galina bcs I can’t do my girl like that. #whenjoeaintlookingimsnatchingherup

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It was the first weekend back in Florida after graduating college, everyone is excited and wanting to celebrate. Luckily tonight was just something that wasn’t all about me and just about seeing each other again.

“But you guys- I don’t drink.” I say as Takecia is trying to get me hype for the night at the club. “That doesn’t matter- we’re still going to have fun.” She smiled as I nodded in agreement. I sit on the living room couch as we are waiting for the last couple to show up.

Joe and Kira, they started dating while I was in college and supposedly are so in love. Though, Joe was not guaranteed to wait for me while I was at college, that selfish part of me wishes he did. “Sorry guys.” His voices eases into my ear, I didn’t look up though wanting avoid any eye contact at all costs.

“Got damn, might as well have a sleepover- took so long.” Jimmy complained jokingly while greeting Joe. I grabbed my small purse as I stood up and got ready to greet the couple myself, “You look… cute!” Kira greeted me with a forced smile. “Oh.. thank you!” I pretend not to notice her “compliment” tone, a small nod towards Joe as I walk past the couple to Jimmy at the door.

“Nova, remember you taking us home.” Jey pointed as he walked up to me by the door, “Got it!” I smile.

I get in the passenger seat of Jimmy’s car as Jey and Takecia get in the back, Kira and Joe riding separately. “That Kira chick is already ruining the mood.” Takecia complained as we haven’t even left the driveway and we can see her complaining through the passenger window of Joe’s car. “Aye- no bad vibes and we ain’t even leave yet.” Jimmy said as he pulls out the driveway.

[ Club : 9:25pm ]

“No. She just asked if I saw her boyfriend, I was not flirting!” Joe explains for the 5th time since they started arguing. They’ve had about 4 arguments since we got to the club and 3 of those were stupid little things like;

“You need to stop being so stiff!” Kira complained.

“I’m not-“ Joe denied.

“Yes! you literally are.” Kira drags on drunking-ly.

If there was an award for best party poopers they would definitely get it about now. “You know what. I’m so sick of your bullshit- every time we go out you always ruin it!” Kira shouts in Joe’s face as he rubs his forehead, “Okay, let’s go home then.” He offers while trying to calm the situation as the people close to them look over. “No fuck you! Fuck her and you can stay with your bitchy ass cousins and sleep there!” She exclaims as she storms off with the keys.

“Kira! You’re drunk!” I say going after her, “Oh my gosh, who do you think you are? Superman or something- leave me the hell alone!” She rolls her eyes before walking away again. “Maybe call someone to get you? You look really drunk, is all.” I try to reason as she glared at me, “Fine! Now move.” She shoves me while taking out her phone.

Walking back to where the rest of the group was, Joe seemed so confused about the situation as he sat with a beer. “Man- now we gotta sad Uce and raging drunk outside.” Jimmy said seriously though the small laughs didn’t fail to find there way after. “No. I’m good- she’ll snap out of it tomorrow morning.” Joe says as he takes a swig from his beer, “Y’all go ahead.” He nods.

Everyone still unsure but leaves to go back to whatever they were doing, but I find myself not wanting to leave him. “Joe… you sure you alright.” I ask softly before sitting next to him, he hums as he plays with the seemingly small bottle in his hands. “Nova, I know you don’t like her.” He looks up at me from the random space in front of him, “I do. Why-“ I go to defend myself before he cuts me off.

“I can hear the way your voice spikes up at the end of your sentences, you always do that when you’re uncomfortable or trying to fake something.” His eyes looking endearingly into mine, the small details only one who paid close attention would know he says like it’s obvious. “You got me..” I joke as he lets out a light huff of a laugh, “I missed you. You can’t tell anyone, but I dated her in hopes to forget about you.” He practically whispers as his hands find themselves onto his temples. “I- I missed you too. I still do.” I let my smile fall as I feel the reoccurring feelings I have for him, make there way to the surface.

“You do hm?” I could hear the smirk in his tone, I roll my eyes playfully at his now relaxed demeanor. “Stop! I’m being serious. I really do.” I laugh lightly as Joe stands from the booth, “Come with me.” He sticks his hand out for me to grab. My eyebrows rise questioningly before gabbing his large hand, I say nothing as he guides me to VIP area. “Oh hey man! Come on.” The bodyguard greeted Joe before pulling back the rope.

“So you’re telling me, we could’ve been over here the whole time! Your cousins are gonna be pissed.” I laugh as he smiles in agreement. “Our secret m’kay?” He places a finger over his mouth in a shushing manner, I nod as we walk up to the tucked away seating area. He pulls the curtains closed as I observe the area, “Nova, I really want you.” He states with a eager look in his eyes.

“You do hm?” I mock his past words as he takes quick notice and stands in front of me, “mhm I do.” He grabs the back of my neck delicately, pulling me up to meet his lips. The strong taste of beer on his lips, it’s disgusting but the soft note of coconut is coming through from his chapstick. “I really missed you.” He smiles against my lips, and his other hand finding its way to my ass causing a gasp to leave my mouth. His tongue slipping in between my lips with ease, melting into his touch, my hand grips his forearm while the other wraps around the neck and pulls him closer.

“Joe. Oh my-“ I moan quietly into his lips before pulling away, his eyes immediately going down to my wet, plump lips. He quickly sits down onto the sofa before pulling me onto his lap, causing my dress to rise up a bit. “You look so gorgeous.” He whispers before placing his thumb onto my lips and playing with the bottom lip. I unintentionally begin grinding on his lap before he pulls me back onto a kiss, “So needy.” He chuckles while his large hands find there way onto my ass.

“Shit..you feel so good princess.” He groans before pushing me harder against his erection, I moan in agreement as my panties soak against his jeans. His hand leaving my ass to rub little circles on my clit through my wet panties, “Oh. You’re soaked- already? I barely played with you.” Joe teases. My head falls into his shoulder in embarrassment before his fingers find there way onto my entrance.

“Joe…” I moan into his ear as his finger enters slowly, curling and hitting that one spot. “More.” I say breathlessly before he enters a second finger, his pace speeding up. My moans getting heavier and drawn out as his long fingers abuse the perfect spot inside of me. “I’m- m’gonna cum” I gasp as he restlessly pounds into me, “come on.” He smirks as he kisses my neck. I cum onto his fingers before he quickly pulls them out and has me grind onto his hard cock.

“There you go.. almost there.” He coos in my neck before placing a delicate kiss. I whine as I became overstimulated on top of him. “I can’t-“ “yeah you can.” He nods before his head falls back onto the chair, “Shit baby. Oh- fuck.” He groans as he cums in his pants. His grip on my hips getting tighter while holding me against him, “Oh I missed you.” He smiles tiredly.

“Oh my gosh! They’re probably looking for us.” I say remembering about the rest of the group, “Damn I forgot.” He chuckles and lifts me off his lap gently. “You look so fucked out.. and all you did was cum on my fingers.” He looks me up and down as he stands up. I cover my face in embarrassment, then standing up beside him. “I’m glad you’re back.” He pulls me by my waist and gives me another kiss.

#joe anoa'i #roman reigns #roman reigns oneshot #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns smut #wwe superstars #wwe smackdown #jimmy uso #jey uso #the usos #roman reigns fic #joesanrio

[kteezy997]

6 Months- Part Twelve, Epilogue//t.c.

Warnings: okay this one just gets filthy, like tit sucking, female receiving oral sex, missionary, doggy, very possessive Timmy, light breeding kink, breast milk kink? Idk what you’d call it really, oh yeah and there’s cursing, and a cumshot

A/N: This is mostly sex I hope no one is disappointed.

18+ readers only, please

Two Months Later…

Hayden called Cameron to apologize for his behavior when they met for lunch. He sounded sincere, and genuinely embarrassed by the way he acted. He even told her that he was monitoring his drinking and that he was happy for her in her new relationship. To her, he seemed to be doing a lot better.

Cam responded by inviting Hayden for dinner one night, after getting Timmy’s approval. She didn’t need Timmy’s permission for anything, of course, but she didn’t want to make her boyfriend uncomfortable in any way, especially in his own home.

She was thrilled that Timmy welcomed the idea, because she had a new idea in mind.

Hayden, like Timmy, was a good guy with some emotional issues that he was working on. He had the potential to be a great partner for someone. And Cam had someone in mind for Hayden: her agent, Darcy.

Darcy had met Hayden a few times through working with Cameron. She agreed with Cam that Hayden was more like a good friend to her, rather than a lover. Cam had no qualms about setting them up. She would have bet money that they would be compatible.

Cam decided to invite Nova over for dinner too, so it didn’t seem too much like a set-up. But that didn’t really matter because when Hayden came in, he saw Darcy and they locked eyes, it was like instant chemistry. They smiled at each other, exchanging kind hellos. Everyone in the room could feel it, their connection. Cam was satisified.

Even Timmy was impressed by Cam’s matchmaking skills, “I gotta admit it babe, you’re kind of a genius.”

She shrugged and added a little smirk, “I just knew that they would hit it off tonight. I’m so glad that Hayden is doing better and doesn’t hate us anymore.”

“Yeah, I’m glad he came around too. He’s not a bad guy. I'm sure he was just hurt, but that's in the past now."

A little while later, Timmy got settled in bed, and waited for Cam. As she was coming over to the bed, he said, "So, you promised that you'd tell me what the book is about tonight. Spill it, Reese." he smirked.

Cam sighed with a blush, "Okay, here goes: it's inspired by us."

Timmy was taken aback. "How?"

"Very loosely, it's based on our story. Me and you. But he is a mafia boss and she is an aspiring fashion designer. He kidnaps her and gives her six months to fall in love with him."

"Oh, shit." Timmy didn't know what to say. He felt kind of guilty. The bad feelings that he wished away came crawling in, but Cam brought him back.

"You know, it's kind of funny to think of how scared I was in the beginning, and how much I hated you. That was only four months ago, but now I feel like I've known you all my life."

"I only hoped that we would be like this, I feel like you're my soulmate, Cam. I want to do everything in life with you. But I'm sorry for how our story started."

"Don't apologize for it anymore." she leaned over the bed, cupping his face in her hands, "I'm here with you, there is nowhere that I would rather be." She then kissed his lips. When she pulled away from the kiss, she said, "I have the first draft on my phone, want me to read something to you?"

"Yes, please." he implored her.

......

Cam read a bit of her smut from her unpublished book, Six Months, to Timmy. "'Don't provoke me', warned Nicholas." she read, "'I'm not used to being gentle'."

As she continued to read to him, Timmy got turned on. He started to undress himself and his girlfriend as she kept her eyes on the screen and stimulated him with her words and her voice. "I can't believe you write this stuff. You're just as perverted as me."

Cam grinned and then bit her lip as Timmy started to leave kisses on her thigh. She cleared her throat, reading on, "Sienna looked down, his cock was growing hard, but she paid his desperation no mind." Cam let out a soft moan when she felt Timmy's hands on her breasts, "She turned away from him, but he caught her aggressively by the throat." She did her best to stay focused on her words.

Timmy piped up, "So it seems that Sienna doesn't mind provoking him." he smirked up at Cam. "What happens next?" Without any warning, he latched onto her breast with his mouth.

"Fuck!" Cam whimpered, not expecting it. But she kept up the conversation, knowing that it was fueling her man's libido. "Well, he fucks her in the shower."

Timmy hummed on her tit, letting her know that he was listening. He wanted her to keep reading, all while he sucked her tits.

"Ooh, mm." she moaned as he squeezed the breast that was not occupied by his lips. He pinched the free nipple as he suckled the other. "'What are you gonna do?' Now Sienna was the one daring him. Nicholas was astonished at her disobedience, and he answered, 'I'm gonna wait until you want me, and then I'm gonna fuck you so hard, they will hear you moaning in Nevada." Timmy then bit down on her nipple. "Ahh!"

Timmy chuckled as he popped off of her tit, "You fucking whore. Stealing my line so blatantly for your book, huh?" he nestled between her legs, touching her wet pussy with his deft fingers.

Cam laughed, laying back to let him have his way with her.

"Fuck, just listening to you, I get hard. But that fact that you wrote those words makes me want to fucking impregnate you."

Cam moaned, and he slipped his fingers into her pussy, “Oh? You want me to have your babies, Timmy?”

“Fuck yes, you’re having my kids.” He pumped his fingers in and out, and rubbed her clit with his other hand.

“Mm, yes, of course as many as you want.” she rolled her hips, meeting the thrusts of his fingers.

“I’ll fill you with my cum, my love, and you’ll swell with our baby inside you. I’ll make you a mommy. I want my children to be as smart and beautiful as their mother.”

Wow, he is so into this, Cam thought. “Yes, I want that so much, baby. You know my tits will be huge when you get me pregnant, right?”

“Oh, god yes.” Timmy stopped what he was doing and leaned down, grabbing her breasts, “I want them full of milk for the baby, and for me to try, if you’ll let me?”

Cam giggled, “Okay, only if you’re such a good daddy, I’ll let you suck them for milk.” She was surprised how delighted she was at thought of her man drinking from her. “But the baby would come first.”

“Yes, I know.” He then kissed her, then he caressed her face. “I want to ask you something and you can definitely say no because it’s so fucking weird and possessive of me, but I’d like to be the only one to drink your milk from your boobs. You’d pump milk for the baby, and we’d bottle feed him or her. I just want your tits for myself.” He bit his lip, anxious for her response.

“Hmm, you are oddly possessive. But I kind of love that about you, babe.” Cam touched his cheek. “We can do that. No one has to know, it’s just for you and me. I love how much you love my boobs. It’s a way for you and I to bond too.”

“I don’t want to overstep. It’s your body. You decide what to do with it, not me. It’s just an idea.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I’m not even pregnant yet, so we don’t have to think about it right now.”

“Okay. I want you, now, Cameron.” he said plainly with a grin before he climbed over top of her to kiss her. He then backed down, burrowing between her thighs to lick her pussy.

“Mm.” Cam cried, shoving her hand in his messy hair.

Timmy lapped steadily on her clit for a moment before taking the sensitive bundle gently in his mouth and moaning, making her body vibrate.

She gasped, accidentally squeezing his head with her thighs in response.

He didn’t mind. In fact, he grabbed her thighs, locking himself between them and assaulted her clit some more, holding it in his mouth and rubbing it with his tongue.

“Yes, I’m gonna come, Timmy, don’t stop!” she shrieked, tugging on his curls with one hand and gripping the sheets with the other.

Just another minute more of his tongue fidgeting over her clit, and her knees were knocked together as she came for the first time.

Timmy came up for some air, finally. He panted as he grinned at her, pushing his curls back out of his face. He slid his cock into her before she really had the time to come down from her orgasm.

Cam writhed and arched her back as he pounded into her. His balls slapped her wetness with each thrust.

He put his hand on her, his thumb resting on her pussy and he rubbed her clit that way. His other hand snaked up her body and he squeezed her throat.

She put her hand on his wrist and they locked eyes as he choked her, all while he bucked his hips against her.

He moved his hand from her neck to her jaw, and she sucked on his thumb suggestively, moaning around his digit. Timmy pulled his cock out of her, and picked her up, turning her over with her ass up.

Cam gasped, then bit her lip as he grabbed her by the hips and stuck his cock back in her pussy. She snuggled into the pillow as he took her from behind.

Timmy thrusted hard and began to sweat. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer with his view of Cam’s ass bouncing on his waist. He kneaded the softness of her butt as he stopped moving and he smacked her cheek.

She moaned and steadied herself to back her lower half onto Timmy’s cock.

“Yes, baby. Fuck me. Fuck your future baby daddy’s cock.” He kept his hands on her, running them over her ass and hips as she gained some strength and fucked him back harder.

Cam threw her hips back hard, leaving loud smacks on Timmy.

Timmy shook his head, loving what she was doing to him.

She moaned, growing tired after a moment.

He took ahold of her hips, knowing that she was almost through. He gave her a round of steady thrusts. Gently, he tugged on her hair to raise her head up and she obliged him. He leaned forward and kissed her on the head.

Cam cooed lovingly at his sweet kiss. She whimpered as she felt his fingers on her clit, slow at first, then a little faster. He made her come just a minute later.

Timmy rolled her over, stroking his cock over her stomach.

She panted as she watched him, eager for his cum on her skin.

He groaned softly as his cock spurted out several drops of his cum onto her belly. Once he was finished, he captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

A/N: I may or may not have an idea for a sequel to this, if anyone would be interested?? Or should I move on to something else?

@gatoenlaciudad @thebetawolfgirl @musicandbooksaremyhappyplace @tchalamss @softhecreator @chalametbich

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[boltupbitches]

Workaholic - Justin Herbert

The house was quiet and empty. Just a few days ago the house was filled with the giggling laughter of a happy 3-year-old playing dinosaurs with his dad. The absolute joy that sound brought to his heart was now faded when realization set in.

She meant it. 

Justin rubbed his hands down his face as he tried to control his emotions. It felt like someone had knocked the wind right out of him. As he went from room to room, the silence just seemed to grow. Even Nova was nowhere to be found.

He wished he had listened to his wife.

The Chargers came calling, three days before his son’s birthday, asking him to be present to interview a few final rounds of offensive coaching positions. Justin wanted to decline, but the urgency of the team’s situation weighed on him. He told Spanos to let him think about it.

And he did just that. He figured that if he left that night, he could be back in time for Theo’s birthday. Telling his wife his plans was a different story.

She was not happy at all.

Justin was married to his career - a loyal man to a fault. What was an attractive personality trait at the beginning of their relationship would later morph into a character flaw.

His career got in the way often of plans. His wife, Michelle, accepted that. He couldn’t just call off from a game to go as a plus one to her best friend’s wedding. He missed his son’s birth that was in the middle of a playoff game. The list just continued to grow of these kinds of instances. And his wife knew it really wasn’t his fault for those kinds of events. His wife understood that and did not complain, even when others felt the need to point it out constantly.

It was the times he obsessively worried so much about his career that he willingly put it first over his family and friends - that was the root of the current problem.

—---------

“You know Teddy’s birthday is in three days. Are you seriously going to catch a flight to LA, knowing we were planning this party in Eugene for the last two months? Seriously?”

She was not only hurt but pissed off at her thick-headed husband for not seeing the problem in the situation. How could not see reason for her anger? How could he willingly choose to risk missing his son’s birthday just to listen to a group of old men kiss ass in interviews? Games were contracted in and he couldn’t get out of mandatory duties. Yet, these were voluntary tasks, and clearly, he didn’t want to say ‘no’.

Justin rubbed his face in frustration and tried not to lose his temper. He was rarely a reactionary sort of guy. Michelle? She had no problem calling him out on his shit and trying to reason with him. In return, he typically brought the calm and rational side to their relationship, reminding his wife to stop for a moment and breathe. 

“Michelle, it’s not that serious -

“It is. It really is. What’s an even bigger problem here is that you aren’t seeing the problem here. Just know, if you go on this trip, and risk missing your son’s birthday to appease Spanos, we will not be here when you get back.” She was serious too.

Justin just stared in shock at her and then frowned. “You’re being seriously unreasonable and childish. That’s a fucked up thing to threaten. It’s just a fucking business trip I’m going on. I will be back Wednesday night, the night before his birthday.”

“Ok then.” She said simply. “Go. Have a good time. Tell Spanos I said he can go fuck himself while you’re at it.” She walked off with no other word uttered to him.

Justin stood there, once more in shock at the situation. His two suitcases were next to him, ready to go.

He didn’t even go after her. He just left the house, hoping that by the time the trip was over they could make up and put this behind him.

—---------

Pulling out his phone, he called the one person he knew would answer with information on where his wife and son were - his mom.

“Justin Patrick Herbert, what the hell were you thinking? That was by far the stupidest thing I ever heard - a business trip so close to your son’s birthday? Dean Spanos couldn’t postpone meetings until the following week? VOLUNTARY meetings at that? Total bullshit. You need to get your act together because you’re going to end up being the next Tom Brady and Giselle - divorced for choosing your career over all else!”

Justin felt so small as his mother berated him down the line. “Mom..”

“No, you listen to me. I stay out of your marriage issues because I know you and your wife are perfectly capable of sorting things out. But when your wife comes to me, crying and distraught with your son about you willingly leaving, after a fight of all things, to go to a football-related event that is NOT mandatory - so close to your son’s birthday where a flight delay could ruin everything - I am disappointed and I am mad. I am even more mad that you thought of waiting the whole trip to even try getting a hold of your wife to check on her. What is going on in that head of yours, Justin? Wherever your common sense went to this off-season - you better go find it and bring it back!” 

It was silent as Justin bit back tears while his mother was no better down the other line.

“Is.. she there?”

“She is.”

“I’m coming over to talk with her. Could you take Teddy out for ice cream while I apologize to her?” He asked hopefully.

His mom was silent for a moment before replying, “Yeah, I can do that. Justin, son, I love you with all my heart. I always will. Yet, as a mother and wife, I feel for your wife. She gave up a lot, career-wise, to care full-time for your son. She loves and supports you. We both know that. I am telling you, that when you willingly push people out in favor of your interests, you risk losing them. Michelle and Theo love you. They always will. You need to start prioritizing things better. Work is bleeding into family time. That’s a problem.”

“You’re right. Michelle is too. I fucked up big time. It’s not just about the trip - I know it’s more than that. I need to be a better husband and a better father.” Justin admitted with a frown on his face, his eyes were still red from the tears.

His mom couldn’t see him, but she knew he was a wreck.

“Well, come fix it. Michelle is out in the backyard with Teddy.” His mom said.

Justin didn’t need to be told twice - he was on autopilot the second he hung up to the second he was ringing his mom’s doorbell.

His mom opened the door and gave him a look. “You lived here for almost 20 years, Justin. You do not have to ring the doorbell!”

He smiled and said, “Bad habit - you always said manners matter.”

“I did,” His mom admitted before pulling him into a huge hug. “Go get your wife. I’m taking Teddy out. Your dad is helping him get dressed now. They set Nova up in the guest room."

He nodded and thanked her, heading straight for the back patio door.

His wife was sitting on the porch swing they spent many nights watching the stars from before Teddy blessed their world.

His heart squeezed at the obvious signs of crying on his wife’s face. She tried to hide it, but he could still see it. It broke his heart to know he caused that.

He opened the door slowly and stepped out. 

She didn’t look up and continued to stare off into the distance, lost in her thoughts.

“Michelle..” He said gently as he stepped forward. “Babe..”

Michelle looked up and stared at him, tears in her eyes. 

Justin carefully kneeled in front of her and gripped her hands in his with his eyes pleading for forgiveness. “I am so fucking sorry. I really am. I am the biggest idiot in the world for not appreciating what’s in front of me. You were right. That meeting was a waste of time and I didn’t need to be there since it wasn’t mandatory. I risked missing my son’s birthday and I left you feeling like you weren’t heard. I’m so sorry. It was selfish of me.”

Halfway through his rambling apology, tears broke free and were streaking down his cheeks. Michelle was in no better shape as she too was crying along with him.

“Justin,” she pulled at his hands to come up on the swing with her.

He did and sat down with her.

Suddenly Michelle socked him in the gut. “You had me so mad and worried, you careless asshole!”

Justin rubbed his stomach, very thankful he was a professional athlete who prioritized bulking up, otherwise he would have felt the full force of her hit. “I’m sorry.” 

She cried and then yanked him into her.

Justin didn’t hesitate to rub her back and press kisses to the crown of her head. He wanted so badly to let her know he was sorry and that he would do better. Words meant little and actions meant everything. He knew he would have to work on that actively to prove himself.

“I think I’m going to see a therapist,” Justin announced suddenly. He had been thinking about it for a while with how overwhelming and spread thin he was with football. “I… think I am struggling with setting boundaries and being a workaholic. This was just the icing on the cake.”

Michelle rubbed his back and nodded, “Whatever you want to do. I support that 100%. I went to therapy after we had Teddy due to post-partum depression, remember?”

“I do. It did so much for you.” Justin remembered those tough first months as Michelle was battling with not only her body in recovery but also her mind.

“And I think it will do great for you too,” His wife pointed out. “I’m glad you thought about it. I didn’t want to suggest it and upset you. I’ve noticed for a while that you’ve been struggling with everything this past year. It just felt like never the right time to say something,” His wife admitted.

“I get that.” Justin stared thoughtfully at the setting sun, “I am going to work on myself, Michelle. I swear on it. I know therapy won’t magically fix everything, but I also know that I have to start working on my problems. I don’t want to lose you and Teddy, and someday be forty years old without my family by my side.”

Michelle nodded and looked at the sun too. The sunset was gorgeous on a rare, clear sky here in Oregon. The hues of orange and pink spread across the sky. It was gorgeous and so calming.

“I love you.” He murmured.

“I love you too.” She said back.

Things weren’t perfect right now - but they would be ok. Both of them were sure of it.

#justin herbert fanfiction #justin herbert imagines #justin herbert one shot #justin herbert fanfic

[windsweptinred]

Metamorphosis

(Part 3... Atleast two more parts to come 🙈)

Part 1, Part 2

The Dreaming had stopped. There was no other word for it. Above, the clouds danced and drifted to an artistic halt. Below, the burning embers of chaos stopped their consuming crawl. It appeared like an unending painting. Part fantastical, part macabre, captured on canvas. In Hob's arms, its little king in waiting sagged. Fine features smoothing, muscles softening, as he gently sank into a peaceful rest. 

Hob looked to Dream inquiringly, who shook his head in bewilderment. Not his doing then. He turned to Death who shrugged her shoulders mystified, though her gaze was sharp, alert, glancing hither and there. Like prey, Hob thought. Checking its way was free of jeopardy. 

He passed Daniel carefully to Dream, who took him tenderly, ever so gently rocking his charge. And stood, casting his gaze about the realm from their high vantage point. Nothing… nothing moved, time had seemingly frozen mid breath. 

"We hail you, Father."

Hob spun on his heel, arms raised defensively. His body instinctively forming a protective shield over Dream and Daniel. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Dream's eyes widen, before he pulled the boy further into his embrace, one hand curled loosely about his head, nails elongating and sharpening, like a snake baring its fangs. Behind them, he heard  the sounds of  great wings unfurling. Good, Death had taken the rear. The Dream's sandwiched between them. 

Before them stood three women, Hob, recognised instantly from the tales Dream had wove for him on quiet nights. Mother, Maiden and Crone. Yet this was not fate before him, this was fury and retribution. Smoke and grime clung to their skin like grotesque war paint. Blood dripping from their fingers like scarlet talons. This was carnage, bloodshed and frenzy. This was Dream's judge, jury and executioner… Ravenous for their pound of flesh. 

Hob's blood thrummed with adrenaline and rage. "You! What have you done?" 

They cackled in unison, a jarring sound with no warmth to it. It set his nerves on edge.

"We do nothing, All Life." 

"All Time." 

"You wish this to stop? Make it so."

"You will not mock him! Those are our father's titles, and you shall use them with more reverence than to deride a man you are not fit to look upon." 

Hob turned to Dream, shocked at the venom in his voice. His lips were twisted into a growl, fangs sharpening. 

"Father's,  lover's …" 

"Both, neithers…" 

"But always so." 

Dream's head reared with a snap, mouth set in a violent snarl. Darkness bled from iris, through his pupil, until his eyes were a pitch, fathomless black. Starlight pinpricks flaring in the centre like a nova. 

"Desist talking in riddles you harpies!"

They let out another hideous cackle. Hob's anger soared. For once, he wished he was more than mere flesh and bone, more than human…So he might have the power to smother them.

"Harpies are we? So cruel, landless king." 

"You wound us, once of the seven."

"Mind your tongue, Dream no longer, lest we rip it from you." 

Dream made to rise, before stopping short, looking down at Daniel. The sudden movement had caused the youth's head to slip from Dream's shoulder and now it lay on his chest, nose nestled into Dream's breast. He watched as Dream took a deep intake of  breath, expression calming. Before resettling on the ground, Daniel cradled protectively in his arms. Glaring fiercely at the Fates. Hob felt something primal surge through him at the sight. 

"Look at him snarl, look at him coo." 

"With babe in arms." 

"What a sweet, fierce mother."

Dream's eyes turned to deadly slits and Hob mentally prepared to throw his everything into halting the charge of an enraged Endless, all righteous vengeance and protective bloodlust. Child still wrapped to breast, like a glorious trib warrior of legend. Until two great wings came down, wrapping about  Dream and his gleaming ward. Like the old nativity scenes, Hob thought in passing. Of blessed mother, sacred child and divine angel. 

And oh, what wings! A kaleidoscopic array of colours, casting rainbow hues as a crystal refracts light. All about her sang with life and vibrancy in their presence. Then, with a shift of their feathers, they were immense, dark windows to the universe. Utterly devoid of all light, pulling forth energy from everything that surrounded her, as if she bore two black holes at her back. 

This was truly the second child of Night and Time. All existence, yet absolute absence of life. They crossed in front of Dream, to guard or to barricade, Hob could not rightly say. 

"Dream, cool your temper brother. Do not let them goad you. Be careful."

"Yes, do be careful. Not like sister Death."

"You're one to talk, mistress of cradle and grave."

"Look at what your mishap has wrought."

Death swept back her wings, flaring them out tall, proud, imperious. How many painted Michael's, Gabriel's and Raphael's hand stolen her likeness? Yet come nowhere near close to capturing her splendour.

"I will be your death one day, Great Ladies," she warned. Tone unusually foreboding. "Do not seek to play games with me."

The Fates looked upon her, unabashed. Maiden, pitying, Mother, knowingly, Crone, gleeful. 

"Death of all indeed." 

"Death, sibling slayer." 

"Death, parent butcher." 

Death flinched back violently, as if struck, posture curling inwards. The crone stepped forward, pointing a finger, gore covered and gnarled towards Hob. 

"Filled him up with too much time, didn't you dear? Were you foolish enough to believe there would be no repercussions? "

Death looked to Hob, staring at him intensely. The kind of penetrating stare you could feel against the hairs of your skin. A stare that seeped through him like vapours, clawing its way down his nose and mouth, stealing away his breath. Flooding down his throat in torrents, making him gag and splutter. Down, down it travelled. Along veins, sinew and marrow. Filling every crack and crevice, until it finally every inch of him sang and screamed. Then out through every pore it fled, back to the eyes of Death. Who swayed on her feet, once, twice, before regaining her bearings somewhat, gazing at Hob with a look of pure astonishment. 

"All this time?" She croaked. "I felt him ebb, I felt another flow. And I searched. Yet there you were in, the whole time in plain sight."

Hob felt his head fill with static. "Death have pity, for pete's sake! What are you talking about?!" 

"There is a reason I do not withhold my gift from mortals often. For a life without death, is no blessing… But a curse. Oh you shall live forever, immortal, undying. But I cannot halt the march of time. You will continue to grow old, age, your body will decay about you ... .Unless, I ask a boon of our Father." 

"Please keep him young. " 

"Please keep him fair." 

"Please keep my brother from despair." 

Then, the Fates were upon him, circling like wolves closing in on wounded prey. Salivating at its dred. He twisted and pivoted, trying to keep track of their movements. But it was futile. One went, another appeared in her place. To his right, to his left, infront, behind. His heart pounded… Thud. The Maiden, fair but fickle. Thud. The Mother, warm but grasping. Thud. The Crone, wise but cruel. 

"And Time fed you, unworthy mortal." 

"Heartily took the teat didn't you?" 

"Greedy human, took and took and took." 

"Took too much, gluttonous childe."

"Full to the brim, overflowing with life." 

"Poor old Time. " 

"Left him waning, while you waxed." 

Hob back away from them, head swimming, "I didn't.. I… Please, I don't understand any of this?" 

Death lifted her head, sending him a look, part sympathy, part contrition. "Oh Hob. It will all make sense, when the time comes." 

"The time can go fuck itself off Tower Bridge!" 

A strange sound, out of place amongst the tension, rang through the air. All eyes shot to Dream, who sat, head thrown back in unrestrained, near hysterical laughter. 

"Oh ladies. This is his divine retribution for loving me? Then you have grown soft in your dottage." He smirked smugly at the Fates. 

"You think robbing him of humanity shall break his spirit? No. You see before you a man who rejoices in the time. Every second of it! The good and the bad. The nostalgic memories of time past, the everyday wonders of time lived. The hopeful potential of time to come. He doesn't waste a minute of it! He respects and revels in time." Dream looked to Hob, features aglow with pride and adoration. "He shall embrace its dominion and make a masterpiece of it."

He shook his head disparaging, seemingly both amused and despairing of himself. " How did I not see it?" 

Rising elegantly, despite carrying the burden of Daniel's unconscious form. Dream stood, head raised proudly, eyes aflame. Shining with absolutely certainty. King no longer he may be, thought Hob. But here still stands a monarch born. 

Dream passed  Daniel carefully to Death. Gazing tenderly at the youth with a serene smile. He stroked a finger through the  white curls, then learnt closer, whispering, as if not to wake him from his slumber. "How lucky you shall be, little Dream, to have such a guiding hand."

Turning he threw a haughty, disdainful look at the ominous trio. "You wish to wound me, by tearing me away? Well you do not! For I am content in the knowledge my siblings will be cherished and protected. I rejoice that I leave sweet Dream and kind Time behind me. And know creation will be all the better for it!"

Oh, Hob thought. You brave, glorious, kind creature. We do not deserve you. 

Dream turned to Hob, features softening at once as he took a step, then a half stride, half run towards him. Hob opened his arms, capturing him, drawing him into a tight embrace. He tucked his nose into Dream's hair, breathing in the familiar, grounding scent. 

" I do not wish to be Time. He can take it back! "

Dream ran soothing hands over Hob's arms, shushing compassionately. Hob's heart flooded with shame. Here was Dream on the brink of death. So courageous in the face of it. And he was offering comfort to Hob, with life and power incomprehensible ahead of him. 

"I know. I know my love. But you have no more choice in this than young Daniel does. Are no more to blame then he is for any of this." 

Taking Hob's face in his hands, Dream  looked at him, eyes full to the brim with admiration and affection. 

"But oh my darling, you shall be glorious!"

Hob exhaled, part bitter huff, part sob.. leaning his brow upon Dream's. "I just wanted you Dream."

"Dream no longer." 

"The King is Dead." 

"Dream lays in Death's arms." 

"All Hail the Boy King." 

"Be silent, you vicious hags!" Dream hissed vehemently. 

Pulling back enough to properly look into Hob's eyes, Dream beamed at him. Hob clenched his eyes shut, clutching tighter at his slim hips. He couldn't bear the sight of  Dream's compassion, Dream's strength, Dream's hope. Not when he knew its bittersweet intent. He'd tried, he'd tried so hard to save him. He had failed. This was goodbye. 

"Remember me" 

A kiss was placed on one cheek, 

"My pride in you"

Then the other. 

"My love for you."

A devotional kiss to his lips. 

"Teach them as you taught me. That they have so much to live for." 

Be brave for him. He took Dream by the shoulders, taking in every part of him. Frantic to burn the sight of him to his thoughts for all time. Running his hands across neck, face, through his dark locks before holding him about the jaw, thumbs running along sharp cheekbones. Memorising those eyes… Those eyes. Who could compare to you? I shall never love another. I will wait for you. I have waited before, I will wait again… until we find each other.

He leaned in, and tried to pour everything he had ever felt, everything he would continue to feel, into their last kiss. 

…....

"We hail you, Dark Mother" 

Dream sprung away from Hob's embrace. They were no longer on their high perch, overlooking his realm, but now stood on the shores of creation. The skies above were that of midnight, causing the dark sands and waters to take on an even inker hue. As if all about them was night sky. Glancing frantically about, he sort his sister and successor with alarm. "Daniel, Death?!" 

"Do not fear for them love. This fate is not theirs to share." There was the Maid, expression almost affectionate. 

Hob placed an arm about his shoulders, pulling him close. "Why have you brought us here?" 

The Fates, stains of slaughter now gone, an adopted air of sageness now present. Stood observing them. 

"The wheel has turned."

"Once maiden…" 

" Fickle, flighty. Always chasing whims and wishes."

" Now mother…" 

"Loving, protective, selfless." 

"What?" 

The mother gestured to Dream. "Change always comes with sacrifice. We fail, we fall, we learn. Some. Slower than others.." She cast a critical eye at Dream. Who would have baulked in offence, if he did not accept the truth of it. 

Hob's face contorted with anger. "So all this cruelty, was what? A test?!" 

The Fates stared back impassionately. 

"Fate is cruel." 

"Life is cruel." 

"Time is cruel." 

Hob stared down at them, serious and commanding. "I am not." To Dream, it sounded like a promise, a pledge. He leaned into Hob's side. My tender hearted man.

The Crone stepped forward, nodding at Dream with an unaffected air. 

"You wish to keep him?"

Hob's hold tightened about him. "Oh yes."

The Mother shook her head at them in exasperation. 

"Then do it! Foolish boy."

"Where there is Time, there must be Night."

"Order, Chaos" 

"Life, Unlife" 

"Father, Mother" 

The Maiden smiled sweetly at them. 

"And found your Night, long ago, did you not?" 

The air around them filled with sounds, oh so familiar of centuries past.

"Did I hear you say you have no intention of dying?"

"Err, yeah, yeah that's right."  

"So do you still wish to live?"  

"I've got so much to live for."  

"Then I shall take my leave of you and prove you wrong. "

"I'll be here… In 100 years… And if you are too.."  

"You're late."

"I've heard it's impolite to keep one's friends waiting."

"Find him."

"Name him." 

"Claim him."

And then, they were gone…

.......

"Me?" 

Dream gazed blankly at the dark sand below his boots. The grains were beginning to shift under his weight. A slight breeze blew in from the waters, sending them drifting. Time was gradually returning to the Dreaming it seemed. He twitched his fingers, calling it forth. It rose lethargically, twisting and furling about him in intrinsic patterns, before slowly, almost reluctantly drifting from its master. Swirling back to settle on the dunes below, laying in rest for the command of its new lord. He looked then to the skies, the stars twinkled back shly, as if unsure if it was yet appropriate to greet their new little master. The transition was not complete then.  

"Me?" 

He pondered on all that had gone before. Look at you, shining like a star. The stars… They're singing… This has never happened before. The knowledge settled about him. Yes, him…It had always been so. Had it always been so? Father had always lamented he had too much of his mother in him. Was that why mother had clung so hard to him? Had she known, deep down. Looked at him and saw her end. 

He felt Hob caress his cheek and looked up into bright eyes, shining almost golden like a sun, despite the darkness. And that smile, that smile that had lit his way for centuries. 

"Who else would it be?" 

With an elated laugh, Hob lifted him by the waist, twirling him about in the air. "Then the most beautiful, wonderful being in the world."

Dream let out an overjoyed shriek before  Hob settled him against his stomach, arms still wrapped tightly about him, holding him off the ground. Dream grasped at his hair, pulling him into an ardent kiss, then another. Then another. 

Breaking apart, Hob quirked a brow at him mischievously, before asking, "Did I hear you say, you had no wish to leave me?" 

Dream laughed, before smiling widely. "Yes, that is right." 

Hob fought back a grin, before adopting a smug, haughty expression. "Then you must tell me what it is like." 

Dream rolled his eyes at the impression, then captured Hob's mouth in another kiss. The events of the past day poured through his mind. He was free, he was free! Free to live, free to love, free to love Hob, forever. No one could ever again forbid his happiness. 

Hob set him down, arms still tight about him. He looked at Dream like he'd received every answer to every prayer he'd ever begged for. 

'My once Dream… My beautiful Darkness…my Night'.

(Uff, that was a roller-coaster to write! Rubs hands together gleefully. Next up... The transformation!)

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[annymation]

This Wish (Villain Reprise)

Heyyy! Spoilers for chapter 16 of my Wish rewrite bellow!

But I guess if you read the tittle you can already guess that the villains get a song in the climax 😅

I adapted the song “Asha’s Villain Song” made by Lydia The Bard, so of course all the credits for the instrumentals and a good chunk of the lyrics go entirely to her and her amazing team. Please go watch her song on YouTube if you haven’t yet!

Anyway, on to the lyrics!

This Wish (Villain Reprise)

Lyrics in Green- King Magnifico (Chris Pine)

Lyrics in Blue- Queen Amable (Emily Blunt)

Lyrics in Purple- Asha (Denee Benton)

Lyrics in Orange- Aster (Jordan Fisher)

Isn't truth supposed to set you free?

Why do you all seem so weighted down by it?

So long having to play pretend

Deceiving you had us entertained

Yes, but now’s time for the main event

See, when I speak they all bow down

But what we want

Is our ha-ppi-ly EVER after

You say they're made of stars

But we know I’m so much more than that

And we’re done shinning now, so our new vow, no matter how

We're gonna burn

So the girl trusted a wish upon thee?

Hoping you could be her little guide?

If this light you shine is what will free us finally

Let us be the ones to cross that line

So I make this wish

To have so much more for us than

So I make this wish

To have so much more for us

Than this!

So much more than this

So much more than this

So much more than this

My bloodline brought expectations

Tried to follow all their rules, did what I had to do

And now I feel that it's quite overdue

For me to have this power to use and abuse

Shouldn't have dared to fight royalty

No point begging, no point wishing

Now we’re the stars in the sky that you are pleading

The very night sky sanctified, blazing inferno sat on high

Two super novas here to burn and smite

So I made this wish…

To have something more for us than this…

So I made this wish

This wish

This wish

THIS WISH

—---------------------------------------

So I make this wish!

We make this wish!

For you to face your destiny!

So we make this wish!

To have so much more than this!

Is this really what you believe?

That my power will set you free?

You wish to be powerful

But what you want is not what you need

You see, I've been weak before

I won't be that anymore

I'd give anything to stop

History repeating

—---------------------------------------

ALL WE WANTED!

ALL WE NEEDED!

WAS FOR HER SIT AND PLAY NICE!

YOU TO COMPLY!

YOU TWO CROSSED THE LINE!

STARS SHOULD NEVER LEAVE

THEIR OWN GALAXY!

NOW SUFFER FOR YOUR CRIMES!

Magnus, understand

You are just a man!

Amaya, mortality

Cannot be defied!

Yes! My magic’s bright!

But it'll be your demise!

You'll suffer for your crimes!

*GASP*

Thank You For Reading!

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[starshine-hockey-girl]

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes- Never Ever Have I- Chapter Twenty Six

Summary: Evie and Sidney begin "Operation Iceburgh" as he recovers from his surgery.

Author's Notes: I intended to add more pics but Google docs is being a bitch and I just want to get it posted

Warnings: brief discussions/allusions to suicide

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Saturday, December 7th- Grand Ballroom- Fairmont Hotel- Pittsburgh

Sidney found Evie near the rear bar in the festively decorated ballroom space. She spoked animatedly to Kelsey Rust. He approached her and whispered in her ear, “It’s time.” She turned to him with a smile. He grabbed her hand and squeezed it while she said her goodbye. Together, they walked quickly to the stage where the party band was finishing up their song, “Marry You” by Bruno Mars. Bruno Mars - Marry You (Official Lyric Video)

The lead singer got the crowd's attention and spoke into the microphone, “Let’s give it up for guests of honor- Sidney and Evie.” 

Sidney, dressed in his tuxedo, led Evie, who wore a short white sparkly dress, onto the stage. The singer handed Sidney the microphone with a flourish. Sidney wrapped his arm around Evie’s waist and brought the microphone to his mouth. 

“Good evening everyone!” he started as the crowd cheered and Evie grinned. 

“Evie and I want to welcome you to our engagement party. It means so much to each of us that would take the time to come celebrate our love and romance,” he continued before he turned to Evie. “Evie, I was just thinking about the words to that song. He sang joyfully, 'Cause it's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do. Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you’. What do you say? How about we get married tonight?”

The crowd erupted in cheers when Evie took the microphone and said, “I thought you would never ask. Let’s do it, Beso!” 

The cheers turned into shocked expressions when Sidney took the microphone again. “I can’t lie to you. We had that bit planned, but we decided that since I am not playing right now and Evie’s always wanted a holiday wedding that we would go ahead and get married tonight.” Family and friends looked to Trina and Troy Crosby who shrugged their shoulders. “So if you all will make your way to the ballroom across the hall, we are going to have a quick wedding ceremony,” he added. “Give Evie just a few minutes for a wardrobe change and wait for the music. We will start in about thirty minutes,” he announced. The band cranked back up and sang the song. Sidney and Evie made their way off the stage. They danced and sang as they made their way through the crowd to the corridor. He pulled her into a tight hug. “Well, no turning back now,” he said as he kissed her, “Go, get ready Mon Etoile. I will be waiting for you at the end of the aisle.” 

“Thirty minutes, Beso,” she laughed, “Give me half an hour to transform into your princess.”

“You are always my princess, even in sweats,” he smiled back.

“I’ll see you in there,” she said as she began to walk away, “You can’t miss me. I’ll be the one in white.”

“Can’t wait,” he said as he blew her a kiss. 

“Me either,” she yelled back. 

THREE WEEKS EARLIER- NOVEMBER 14TH-RITZ CARLTON- PHILADELPHIA 

"So what's the idea," Evie asked. 

"Let's get married at the engagement party," he said. She opened her mouth to object and her stopped her. "Think about it, Evie," he said, "You already have the catering, band and decor planned. We just need to add another ballroom for a ceremony and additional floral decor."

"What about the ceremony? If you want a Catholic ceremony, it needs to be at a church," she protested.

"They make exceptions all the time. If they won't make an exception, then we will do a non-denominational ceremony," he argued.

"It will take a lot of work," she said as her mind raced with the details that would need to be completed. "What about the people in Nova Scotia who won't be there? They will miss it," she pondered.

"We can do both," he smiled, "Get married now and have the big party in the summer." When Evie hesitated, he got serious. "Evie, I am tired of waiting to marry you. I want you to be my wife. I want to be your husband. I know I said summer but I don't want to wait any more.Why should we? I am ready to stand in front of our family and friends and exchange our vows." Evie tried to come up with a reasonable objection without success. "Evie, you can have your dream wedding. You can have the Christmas wedding that you always wanted. Maybe this can be the silver lining from the surgery. We can have it all."

Evie warmed to the idea, "If we do it, and I mean IF, should we make it a surprise? I think we need to prepare your parents and Adriana will figure it out if we make changes to the set-up." 

Sidney smiled, "Keep it a secret-no one knows except for the wedding party and my family. What do you think? Let's get married. Say yes, please say yes."

“I think that it’s crazy, but I think we should do it,” she beamed.

“Really?” he asked, thrilled that she was even considering it. 

“Yes, let’s make your masterplan a reality,” cheered, “Let’s do it!”

NOVEMBER 18TH-SIDNEY’S HOUSE- SEWICKLEY, PA

Sidney dialed Evie for a FaceTime call.

Evie: Beso-are you okay?

Sidney: Geno is being mean to me.

Evie: How is he being mean? What's going on?

Sidney: I am hungry and he won't make me food.

Geno shouted from the kitchen- He is lying, Evie.

Sidney: No, I am not, Evie. I just want a grilled cheese sandwich and he won’t make me one.

Geno: I made him two sandwiches already. No good for him. He too picky.

Evie: Is that true, Beso?

Sidney: They weren't like yours, Evie. He didn't use enough cheese like you.

Evie: I'll make you one when I get home. How about you have some of the leftover pasta from last night right now?

Sidney: When will you be home? I miss you.

Evie checked her watch and grimaced: I am going as fast as I can. I still need to talk to Adriana. 

Sidney whined: How much longer?

Evie: Eat some pasta, take your medicine and then nap. I will be back before you wake up. 

Sidney: You promise?

Evie: Yes, and I will bring you a treat if you quit giving Geno a hard time. 

Adriana laughed from the door.  Evie turned and smiled. 

Evie: Do we have a deal,  Beso?

Sidney: Okay, but come home soon. 

Evie finished her goodbyes to Sidney and waved Adriana into the conference room that she had turned into a makeshift office. 

Adriana: Gringo Boy is being a baby? 

Evie raised an eyebrow: A- be nice. He is still in pain and going a little stir crazy. He is allowed to be a little needy. 

Adriana: How many times has he FaceTimed you today? 

Evie blushed: That's Facetime number three

"So why are you in the office today?" Adriana asked as she came in and took a seat. 

Evie looked up, "I needed to walk the ballroom to see if my changes would work."

"Changes to the engagement Party?", Adriana asked incredulously. She would not go as far as to call Evie a Bridezilla, but the planning of the engagement party had been meticulous with multiple meetings to nail down all the details. With the date less than three weeks away, Adriana was confused as to what changes could be made.

"Yes, I'm just adding some space for the ceremony," Evie replied coolly. "The Knox is available and it will work for what we need."

 Adriana blinked slowly. "What kind of ceremony?"

 Evie smiled, "It has to be a secret."

"What has to be a secret?" Adriana leaned forward.

"Sidney and I are going to get married at the engagement party," Evie leaned forward and spoke in a conspiratorial tone. "We are changing the engagement party into a wedding," she added.

"What? Why?" Adriana gasped. Then she looked down at Evie's abdomen. "Are you pregnant?"

"Noooooo!" Evie shrieked. Adriana raised an eyebrow as Evie explained. "It was Sidney's idea. You know I wanted a Christmas wedding because my parents had one. It was the reason we chose the date for the engagement party. With Sidney's surgery and recovery time, we have the opportunity to actually get married on my parent's anniversary," she rambled. "I mean everything is basically planned. We just needed the ceremony space. The Knox ballroom is available. We just need to adjust the contract a bit to add it, change the menu a bit and add wedding cake."

Adriana smiled, "Evie…..You are going to get married in three weeks? Have you thought of everything? You need a bouquet. Will your dress be in by then? I thought it was going to take six months for the dresses.”

“Shit, I forgot about the dress.” Evie said in frustration, I can’t believe I forgot about the dress.” 

“Hey Evita,” Adriana soothed, “You just need a fairy godmother or kick ass best friend. You’re lucky that you have one of those. We’ll get it all worked out. Focus on what matters right now which is getting Sidney healthy. We’ll divide and conquer the rest.”

Evie smiled, ��You’re the best A.” 

Together they sat down and created a list of everything that would have to get done. They divided it into different categories- Evie, Adriana and Sidney. Evie was in charge of bridal party wardrobe and floral decor changes. Adriana would handle the logistics of the hotel. Sidney was assigned the task of the marriage license, wedding officiant and other legal issues. By the time she left to go home, Evie felt confident that Sidney's masterplan was going to become a reality.

EARLY EVENING- SIDNEY’S HOUSE- SEWICKLEY, PA

“Beso,” Evie called out as she entered the house, “I’m home.”

“I’m in the living room,” he groaned as she walked inside. She picked up the pace when she heard the sound of his voice. He was lounging on the couch with the TV. 

Geno poked his head out of the kitchen. "You home! Thank God- he is impossible to please.” Sidney glared at Geno and folded his arms. Evie walked over to the couch and kissed the top of his head. Geno continued to complain. "First pasta was too cold, then pasta was too hot, and we wait until it was just right," the Russian complained. 

Sidney shrugged his shoulders, "I like it at the right temperature- that's all."

Evie pursed her lips together, "Did you take your pain medicine? What's your level at?"

Geno walked in, "He refuse pill. Think he is tough man."

Evie got up and retrieved his medicine along with some orange  juice. She placed the pill in Sidney's hand. "Take it," she demanded. He opened his mouth to object. "Then stand up," she challenged, "by yourself." He took the pill without further complaint. "Now say thank you to Geno for taking care of you," she commanded. 

"Thank you, Geno," Sidney obeyed.

Evie gave him another kiss in the head, "I am going to walk Geno out. Think about what you want to eat."

“Just order in food,” Sidney pouted, “I want you here with me, not in the kitchen. You were gone too long.”

Evie smiled as she returned to the couch with phone in hand. She reclined on her end of the couch and he moved gingerly to rest his head in her lap. She ran her right hand through his hair as he looked up at her. “Tell me about your day,” he requested. She told him about the mountain of emails that waited for her. She had worked as much as possible from her phone while they were in Philly, but her first full day “back in the office” was full of demands. “Did you tell A about Operation Iceburgh?” he asked with a smile. He was really quite pleased with himself for coming up with the code name for their plan. “What did she say?” he asked. 

“Well, she asked if I was pregnant,” Evie chuckled. Sidney’s eyes widened in surprise. “People will make assumptions about why we are moving it up, Beso,” she smiled, “They will figure it out when I get drunk at the wedding or when my belly doesn’t start to grow.” 

Sidney grimaced, “I don’t want people to think we are getting married out of obligation. I want them to know the truth.”

Evie caressed his cheek, “I think that we are safe, Sidney. We’ve been engaged for a couple of months. I am pretty sure that people will know the truth.” She gazed into his eyes and saw his pupils dilating slightly- the telltale sign the pain medicine was kicking in. 

“We are getting married because we are in love,” he insisted. 

She nodded her head in amusement, “Yes, we are, Beso. We are getting married because you love me and I love you. People will figure it out.”

“We are in love,” he said emphatically. 

Evie steered the conversation into a different direction, “So what did you parents say when you told them?” His eyebrows knitted together. “You did call them, right?” she asked, “Beso, we need to tell them soon so they can arrange travel.”

“I forgot. I got busy arguing with Geno and forgot,” he answered sheepishly, “I will call right now.” He dug his phone out of his pocket and FaceTimed his parents. 

Troy: Hey Sid- How are you feeling? Did you survive the day without Evie?

Sid: I am okay. The pain is manageable today. Today was awful without Evie. 

Trina: What made it awful, Sid?

Sidney: She wasn’t here. I missed her. Also, Geno was mean to me. 

Trina: Geno was mean? How was Geno mean?

Sidney: He wouldn’t make me food until Evie made him.

Evie lifted the phone out of his hand and spoke directly to Trina.

Evie: Sidney was being particular about his grilled cheese sandwich. Apparently Geno doesn’t use the same amount of cheese as I do. They settled on pasta instead. Isn’t that right, Sidney?

Sidney nodded his head as if his parents could still see his face. 

Evie: Here’s Sidney back. 

Sidney: I have an announcement to make. 

He paused and looked at Evie.

Sidney: Well, we have an announcement to make. 

His parents looked on in anticipation.

Sidney: I am going marry Evie sooner. No waiting until summer. Summer is too long to wait. 

Troy and Trina looked at each other and then at Sidney. 

Trina spoke slowly: I am sorry. What did you say?

Sidney: I am going to marry Evie at the engagement party. Not going to wait. Nope, going to do it then. She is going to be my WIFE. 

Sidney's speech started to slow and he smiled helplessly. He leaned his head back and smiled at Evie. His parents looked at each in confusion. 

Evie grabbed the phone again. 

Evie: We decided to get married at the engagement party. It’s going to surprise everyone except the wedding party and family. 

Troy: Why the change in plans? Is there anything else going on?

Sidney’s eyes got big and he grabbed the phone back: SHE IS NOT PREGNANT. No, she is not pregnant. She going to get her period this weekend. Definitely not pregnant. Not pregnant yet, but one day she will get pregnant. I will do it. Evie, I am going to get you pregnant one day. We’re going to have babies. I want to have babies with you.

Evie grabbed the phone again and patted Sidney’s head. 

Evie: Wow, that was TMI, Sidney. 

Evie blushed and smiled timidly at Trina and Troy who were bouncing between the need to laugh and confusion on the new plan. 

Evie: Since Sidney is on injured reserve and won’t be playing for a while, we are going to take the opportunity to have the Christmas wedding that I wanted. We will be able to have the same anniversary as my parents. 

Trina: Wow. That’s a big change. What about all the deposits we put down here?

Evie: We are going to keep everything the same. We’ll re-do the ceremony and vows and then have the big party still. 

Sidney grabbed the phone and smiled at his parents. 

Sidney: It’s in less than three weeks. You need to come. And Taylor, too. She needs to come because we are getting married. Yes, we are getting married because we are IN LOVE, not because Evie is pregnant. 

Troy: Sid, that’s great. You sound like you could use a little rest since your pain meds kicked in. 

Sidney: Yep, I am sleepy. 

He yawned loudly before he perked up.

Sidney shouted: Evie! 

Evie laughed: Yes, Sidney?

Sidney: We’ll be married at Christmas. When we go home to Nova Scotia for Christmas, I will be your HUSBAND-not your fiancé. 

Evie: That’s true. Now say goodbye to your parents. 

Sidney smiled a goofy grin: Bye. My fiancé told me to say bye. Bye!

Evie took the phone from his hand: Sorry for the goofiness. He just had pain meds. I will update you with the details. See you soon. 

She placed the phone on the side table and looked down at Sidney who continued to gaze up at her lovingly. 

Sidney: Check that off of the list. 

Evie: Speaking of list, I have a list of stuff for you to start doing for the wedding. Can I trust you to get it all done?

Sidney: Yes ma’am

He mock saluted her and she mussed his hair. 

Evie: I think it’s time to get you some dinner into you before you crash. 

Sidney: Yes ma’am

Evie laughed: I don’t know, Sidney. I am digging this agreeable and compliant version of you. 

Sidney wiggled his eyebrows: Don’t get used it, Evie. I will return to bossiness when I feel better. I’ll show you who’s in charge around here. 

Evie: Promises, promises. You have another two and half weeks before you can do that.

BLACK FRIDAY-NOVEMBER 22ND-SIDNEYS HOUSE- SEWICKLEY, PA

Sidney was in the basement watching the Penn State game with several guys from the team when a notification popped up on his phone. 

His head popped up when he heard the door leading in from the garage slam shut. Sidney got up from the sectional and called back to the guys, “I’ll be back. Evie’s home.” When he emerged at the top of the stairs, he saw her standing in the walk-in pantry. He could tell from her head movement that she was in search of something specific. 

“Mon Etoile,” he said softly, “How did it go?”

She didn’t turn around. Instead, she stepped further into the pantry. “Do we have any chocolate? I NEED some chocolate,” she whined. The slight nasal tinge to her voice told him that she had been crying. Adriana had not exaggerated with her text. 

“Remember- you threw all the sweets and junk food in the trash yesterday?” he answered. “You said that you had stuffed yourself on Thanksgiving so you needed to get back in control,” he said hesitantly. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” she squealed as she remembered. “Let’s eat healthy” Evie had been very thorough in her purge of the pantry. “Why did you let me do that, Beso?” she continued to whine. Sidney paused and stared. She turned to face him. Her face was stained with tears and she put her hands on her hips. It was abundantly clear to Sidney that there was no good answer to her question, but he answered anyway. 

“You said that you have to fit into a dress in two weeks. You didn’t want to gain any weight,” he offered. “Personally I don’t think that you have to worry about that at all,” he began to add, “I think that your body is absolutely perfect. Any dress you pick will look great.”

She stepped out of the pantry and slammed the door. The noise was loud enough for the group of guys below to look up in surprise. “Well, I don’t have to worry about that now,” she huffed. 

“You don’t have to worry about what now?” Sidney questioned. 

“I don’t have to worry about fitting into a dress because I can’t find a damn dress,” she cried out loudly. 

“What do you mean you can’t find a dress?” Sidney blinked, “You’ve been gone all day long. You didn’t find a dress?”

“No, I didn’t find a dress, Sidney,” she crossed her arms over her chest. “We went to six stores and nothing,” she said as she fought back tears. Sidney walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. “I am not going to find one,” she cried into his chest, “I am not going to find a dress for the wedding.”

"Nothing in six shops? Really?" Sidney soothed. He felt her body tense beneath his touch and she placed her hands on his chest to push out of his grasp.

"Yes, really," she hissed, "You can ask Adriana if you don't believe me."

Sidney stepped back and began defensive maneuvers, "I believe you. Can you explain it to me though? I don't understand why it's so hard."

Evie started a tirade about dress lead times which necessitated getting an off the rack dress. The options of those dresses were limited and according to Evie, cheaply made and not good enough. By the end she had worked herself into a lather.

"Evie," he stared into her eyes, "It doesn't have to be the perfect dress. I think you are being too picky."

"YES, IT DOES! IT HAS TO BE PERFECT," she yelled, "I have to look beautiful for you. I have to look beautiful."

Sidney's mind raced. There had to be some sort of solution. "Are you sure that you can't get the other dress?" He asked for confirmation. He had been present, although heavily medicated, during a desperate phone call to Kleinfeld's bridal salon. "Would they sell you the sample dress?" he probed.

Evie's head popped up, "I forgot to ask."

"We'll call Monday," Sidney soothed, "We will find the perfect dress. I promise you. Don't stress yourself out."

Evie inhaled deeply, "Okay. How are you coming on your list? Is the priest set? Can he come down?"

Sid pursed his lips together, "about that…."

Evie stepped back and looked up at his face, "What?"

"Technically according to church law, the marriage ceremony must be performed inside of a church," he answered. When he saw the panic spread across her face, he added "Don't panic, don't panic." She leaned against the kitchen island and crossed her arms. "We can't get married in the eyes of the church here, but we can do that at the July ceremony in Halifax." She moved and began to pace. "Evie, don't panic," he added, "We can have the ceremony here performed by a justice of the peace or wedding officiant. Everything will be legal and we can do the religious part later." She stopped and stared at him. "I already booked the best rated one. We are all set," he smiled.

"Really? Thank you, Beso" she gave him a soft smile "What about the prenup? Does your lawyer have it almost ready?" she asked. Sidney stared at her. Evie crossed her arms again. "Have you even called your lawyer?" she probed, "Well?"

"You were serious? That wasn't a joke?”, he deadpanned.

"Yes, I was serious," she answered, "Of course we need a prenup."

"No, we don't. I am not doing it," he responded, raising his voice. "I can't believe you are even suggesting it. No, no way- It's going NOT to happen."

"Yes, it is. You have to have a prenup to protect your money. Ask the guys. They get prenups," she raised her voice in response.

"Protect my money from whom?" he raised her volume to match hers.

"From gold diggers!" she screamed.

"I am not marrying a golddigger," he stepped forward and screamed, "I am marrying YOU. Are you a gold digger all of a sudden? Since when?"

Evie stepped forward and yelled back, "Do you think I am? Is that what you think?" Downstairs Geno and Letang exchanged glances. The words were unclear but the volume said it all.

"Evie, what the hell are you talking about?" Sidney took his tone up a notch, "You brought up gold diggers. You brought up a prenup, not me!"

"People will ask, Sidney," she brought her voice down a notch.

"So what? Let them ask," he dropped his tone.

"They will think I am taking advantage. They will assume I am only after your money," she insisted.

"And?" his tone rose again.

"What do you mean and?" Her volume rose again.

"I don't give a fuck what other people think. I know that you are not." He yelled, "This is exhausting, Evie. It's tiring and frankly, insulting." 

"I just….." her voice lowered, "I just don't want people to think…." Her voice trailed off.

"Look, I know that Thad fucked with your head about that, but when are you going to let it go," he pleaded, "When are going to trust me?" 

"I do trust you," she said in a hushed tone."

"You are not acting like it. You are not acting at all," Sidney answered with a pained expression on his face.

"Beso," she took a step towards him, "I do trust you. You know that."

"Then start acting like it," he sighed, "I am going to go back downstairs. I don't want to be around you right now."

"Beso," she stepped toward him and put her hand on his chest, "I don't want to fight. I'm sorry. I don't want to fight."

"Me either," he said, "I will talk to you later." He turned and walked away. When he got downstairs, Geno greeted him with a cold beer. Sidney grabbed it from his hand and took a long swig. "Did everyone hear?" he asked quietly.

"We heard voices but not what was said," the Russian answered casually, "Don't worry. Everyone married. We know women."

Sidney took another swig. He wasn't necessarily embarrassed that his teammates heard them fighting. It was more that they fought at all. He shook his head and tried to clear his head. 

He smiled at his phone before he sat. Geno looked over with a grin "See, I told you no worry." Sid nodded his head and relaxed.

Upstairs, in their bedroom, Evie undressed, started a hot shower before she went to pee. She groaned as she wiped. "Damn," she thought to herself, "That explains so much." She also smiled at the memory of Sidney's drug-addled conversation with his parents. Even high as a kite, he knew that her period should start that day. Nothing slipped past his notice.

She took a long, leisurely shower and dressed in soft, fleece pajamas with fuzzy socks. Evie pulled the blanket up to her chin and rested her head on the pillow. She stared at the ceiling and replayed each dress from the day. Surely, one of them would work. As each dress was eliminated in her mind, she tried to force her mind to relax. The adrenaline from her argument with Sidney still pulsed through her veins. She opened her eyes and looked at her phone. It was a little after eight PM.

With a sigh, she stood up and walked out the bedroom. She wandered aimlessly until she eyed the door to the attic. The only thing left unpacked from her official move into Sidney's house were the dozen or so large boxes from her parent's house in Dallas. When she sold the house, the one luxury that she allowed herself were professional packers.

It was too soon after her parent's deaths to go through the contents of the house herself. Each item contained too many memories. With the exception of her bedroom furniture, every single household item was donated to a local thrift shop benefiting LGBT youths. Her bedroom furniture and all personal mementos of her parents were boxed up and delivered to her small grad student apartment. After graduation, the contents were moved to her apartment. Then it moved to her cottage and now to Sidney’s house. She mentally corrected herself- our house. It had been moved to our house.

Evie opened the door and climbed the stairs. The attic was uncluttered. Most of Sidney's mementos were stored either at his parent's home or a climate controlled storage unit. The boxes from her parent's home were stacked neatly to the side.

She walked over to the first box and opened it. Inside were the contents of her childhood bedroom. She took out her phone, turned on Spotify and hit shuffle. Gingerly she picked up the homecoming mum that had been placed on top. Evie's fingers ran over the long ribbons that were bedazzled with glittery letters. Each ribbon contained a different message- Homecoming 2009, HP Scots, HP Belles Captain, Thad and Evie with a heart.

She remembered the pride she felt that night she wore the mum to the game. Thad Wilson was her boyfriend. Together they made quite the power couple. He being the star of the football team and she being a drill team officer. Little did she know at the time that none of it would make a difference in her life. Evie put the mum down and glanced at the rest of the box.

Downstairs, in the basement, Sidney glanced at the stairs every few minutes. It didn't take long for Geno to notice. One of the benefits of being teammates for so long was the ability to decipher the unsaid messages. Sidney's message was loud and clear. He was desperate to find Evie and resolve their conflict, but was unwilling to risk appearing rude to his guests. So when the game ended, Geno stood and abruptly said that it was time for everyone to go. "Go, go, go," the Russian barked, "Sid still recovering. He need Evie to take care of him. Out- everybody out."

Sidney smiled a sly grin and escorted everyone upstairs. No sooner than when the door shut, he started climbing the stairs. He opened the bedroom door and saw the bed empty. "Evie," he called out in case she was in the bathroom. When he received no response, he turned to leave. Possibly she had gone down to the kitchen he thought to himself. As he walked down the hall, he heard the sound of music. He turned in the direction of the sound and saw the door to the attic open.

Sidney climbed the stairs while calling out, "Evie?" When he reached the top, he stopped and gazed at Evie. She sat with her back to him. A box of mementos spread before her and she sang a sad song.

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That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet

Lead her up the stairwell

This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town

I was a dreamer before you went and let me down

Now it's too late for you and your white horse

To come around

"Evie," Sidney said softly. She turned to him and he saw her tear-stained face. She got up and ran to him. He embraced her as she threw herself into his arms. The song continued as he held her.

Maybe I was naive, got lost in your eyes

And never really had a chance

My mistake, I didn't know to be in love

You had to fight to have the upper hand

I had so many dreams about you and me

Happy endings, now I know

Evie pressed her face and whispered "I'm sorry, Sidney. I am so sorry." He pressed his hand behind her head.

And there you are on your knees

Begging for forgiveness, begging for me

Just like I always wanted but I'm so sorry

Evie leaned back and sang to Sidney who looked confused.

'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale

I'm gonna find someone someday

Who might actually treat me well

This is a big world, that was a small town

There in my rear-view mirror disappearing now

And it's too late for you and your white horse

Now it's too late for you and your white horse

To catch me now

When the song ended,.he questioned, "Evie?" as he wiped her tears, "What are you doing up here? Why are you crying?"

She stepped back and pointed to the boxes. "I couldn't sleep and didn't want to go downstairs. I came up here to go through these boxes." She moved towards them.

"What boxes are they?" he said as he followed her.

"It's stuff from my parent's house. I never had the courage to go through them. I am not sure what made me do it tonight," she explained.

"Why are you crying?" He asked.

She looked back at the open boxes. "These boxes are everything from the Thad years," she offered, "I was going down that not-so-pleasant memory lane when our break-up song came on."

"What's the name of the song?" He asked, curious to learn more.

"White Horse," Evie informed him. She turned to Sidney. "I used to listen to it on repeat after he broke my heart." He pursed his lips and she stepped towards him. "I always focused on the chorus of 'That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairytale'" she stated as she wrapped her arms around Sidney's waist. She pressed her forehead against his chest and kissed it softly. "I should have focused on 'Cause I'm not your princess, this ain't a fairytale.I'm gonna find someone someday who might actually treat me well," she said gazed into Sidney's eyes.

"I did," she sighed, "I found you. I wasn't his princess, but I am yours. You gave me the fairytale."

He smiled, "Yes, you are. You will always be my princess." He bent down to kiss her softly then he pressed his head against her forehead. "Unfortunately for our fairytale to work, we need to talk about earlier."

"Okay," she replied, "Can I say something in my defense? He nodded his head which caused her head to move in response. "It seems as if I had a surge of monthly hormones that were announcing the arrival of my period. It's not an excuse but it explains my overreaction a little bit, at least to me." She stepped back and sat down on the floor. Sidney followed suit. "The wedding stress is getting to me and I haven't been good about communicating that," she confessed.

He waited patiently for her to continue. "I know that I need to let go of the gold digger fear," she offered, "but I don't understand why you are so adamantly against it."

"I am against it because it is preparing for us to fail. I don't want to think about what may happen if we were to break up," Sidney stammered, "The thought of it gives me heart palpations. If I lose you, I lose everything. I won't care about the money. I won't care about anything." Evie watched as the panic spread through him as he spoke. He was right. Even just speaking about it caused a severe physical reaction.

Honestly, Evie's heart began to race at the thought. She had been so consumed with not wanting to appear like a gold digger that she lost sight of the circumstances that would proceed it. The thought of being separated from Sidney made her heart ache. "I'm sorry, Beso," she whispered, "I thought the prenup would protect you, but I hurt you." She put her hands on either side of his face, "If you don't want a prenup, we don't have to do it. I will drop the subject and we will never talk about it again." Sidney exhaled and she kissed him.

"I don't want one," he admitted, "We don't need one."

"Okay, mark it off the list," she smiled.

They stood silently for a moment. "Want to do another box?", he asked. He walked over and opened the next one. It was much larger than the previous two. Sidney picked up a large, red leather scrapbook embossed with names Vanessa and Mark. He held it up to Evie. She put her hand over her mouth in surprise. "Is this what I think it is?" he asked. She nodded her head. "Let's go downstairs and look at it together," he suggested. She stood, gathered her phone and led him downstairs.

Once they got settled together on the couch, Sidney opened the album. The first page contained a large photo of Mark proposing to Vanessa on one knee. On the opposite page, she had written the story of Mark's proposal. The evening was supposed to be a celebration of Mark's graduation from law school at SMU. However, right after the obligatory speeches from Mark and his parents, he called Vanessa up to the front to give a speech thanking her support before dropping to one knee. Sidney silently read the story while Evie looked at his face. "Wow," he said, "That was a sweet proposal." He turned his attention to the picture. His finger touched Vanessa's face. "You really look like them," he said before he turned to face her, "They made a beautiful baby."

"Thank you," she blushed as she turned the page.

When they got to the pages containing Vanessa's bridal portraits, Sidney looked up at Evie. "What are these?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

“I thought that your parents got married in December. These pictures are taken in early fall or summer,” he said.

“Oh, those are her bridal portraits. I think it may be a southern thing,” she explained. “Brides get dressed up in their gowns and take pictures. It’s like a trial run of the wedding day for hair and make-up. Then one of the pictures gets enlarged and displayed at the wedding.”

“Oh,” he said and looked at the picture again. “That dress is gorgeous.”

“Yeah,” Evie said softly, “Once I decided to embrace the princess vibe, it was the style I wanted to emulate. My original dress was slightly different though. It was strapless, not off the shoulder.”

Sidney continued to stare as he flipped through the pages. “Where were the pictures taken?” he asked.

“At the arboretum,” Evie replied, “I was planning on going down once I got my dress and take bridal portraits there too. I am not sure now.”

When they got to the photos of the actual wedding ceremony and reception, Sidney thoughtfully looked at each page. “I can see why you wanted a Christmas wedding now, “ he said, “Everything is beautiful. Will ours look similar?” Evie smiled and explained the details that would be similar such as her bouquet and aisle decor. Then she explained the items that would be different like the cake and reception lighting.

Sidney yawned as she talked. It was his first full day off of pain medicine. His body was feeling the effects. He readily agreed when she suggested bed. After they slid under the covers, Evie rested her head on his chest and closed her eyes. "It's too bad you can't find a dress like your mother's dress," Sidney yawned, "It would be perfect."

"Yeah," Evie agreed, "I have no idea where to look."

They drifted off to sleep. Eventually Evie rolled over and curled into a ball. She floated into a deep sleep and began to dream.

Evie stood in a bridal suite of an unknown wedding venue. She wore nothing but the embroidered panties she had purchased especially for the wedding. There was a loud knock on the door, which startled her. "Evie!" Adriana called out, "It's time. They are about to start the music." Her head swiveled around, saw her reflection in the mirror and began to panic. She brought up her arm to cover her bare breasts.

"Evie, " Taylor called, "Are you dressed yet? Sid’s waiting on you.” Evie turned to look to where her bridal gown was supposed to be hung and the space was empty. She raced around the suite to search for the dress, but found nothing.

Taylor called again, “Evie, come on!”

A familiar voice called out from behind her, "Give us ten minutes." Evie swirled around. Her mother, Vanessa, stood near the couch, holding Evie's satin bridal robe. She held out her arms and Evie raced into them. "Mi Chiquita," her mother soothed, "Where is your dress?"

"I couldn't find one. I don't have one to wear," Evie sobbed.

"Why didn't you want to wear my dress? I kept it for you," she kissed the top of Evie's head.

Evie's head snapped up, "What do you mean you kept it for me?"

Vanessa pointed to the box on the couch. Evie ran to look at it and ripped it open. Her mother's dress was neatly folded within it. Evie took the dress out and held it gingerly against her body. "Try it on," her mother suggested. Evie stepped into the dress and turned to her mother for assistance. She zipped up the dress and together they stated at Evie's reflection.

Vanessa smiled, "Chiquita, it's like it was made for you."

"Why didn't you tell me, Mami?" Evie whispered, "It has always been my dream dress."

"I planned to tell you. I was just going to tell when you got engaged. I thought I had time but….," her voice trailed off.

"But you left me," Evie looked her mother in the eye, "You left me all alone. I needed you and you left me."

"Oh Evie," Vanessa put her hand on Evie's face, "I should have stayed. I shouldn't have left you when you needed me the most."

"Why didn't you stay?" Evie cried, "Didn't you want to stay?"

"I didn't want to leave," Vanessa explained, "I was drowning in grief. I couldn't find my way to the surface. I didn't know a way out so I gave up. I couldn't see how much it was going to hurt you, baby."

They stared at each other for a moment. "I regret it," Vanessa said, "I regret that I am not going to be here for your wedding day. I regret not being here to meet Sidney and my grandbabies. I regret leaving you alone. I wish I could stay with you forever. I don't want to leave you alone."

"I am not alone anymore. Sidney is with me," Evie said, almost defiantly. "I have a family now and they love me," she said.

"I know," Vanessa said, "Go, go and join your new family. Let them love you and take care of you." Vanessa turned to go.

Mami," she cried, "You didn't tell me where the dress is."

"You were so close. It's there. Dig deeper" she said

"Mami," Evie cried out, "Mami, don't go! Don't leave me!"

Vanessa ran back and squeezed her daughter tight, "I will see you again Mi Chiquita. Daddy and I love you. I will see you again."

"Mami, don't leave," Evie cried over and over as her mother disappeared.

Besides her, Sidney stirred to the sounds of Evie's cries. He wrapped his body around hers and kissed her head. "Evie, I am here. You are okay. I am here."

Evie woke up with a start, "Beso?"

"Yes, Mon Etoile," he whispered, "I am here. Were you having a nightmare?"

"Yes, about the wedding dress," she answered, "Then my mom came and helped me. We found a dress together." Evie wasn't sure why she felt to keep the details about the dress a secret, but she did. "We talked and she said she was sorry that she left me alone. When it was time for her to go, she said she didn't want to leave me alone again."

Evie rolled over and stared at Sidney. "I told her that I am not alone anymore. I have you and I have a family again. I am not alone."

"And I will never leave you and not come back," Sidney stated firmly as he caressed her cheek, "I will never leave you alone."

"I love you, Beso" she sighed.

"I love you, too," he said, "let's go back to sleep."

"Okay," she kissed him softly before rolling over again. She relaxed as he wrapped her in his arms again. "It was nice though- to see her in my dream. It was almost like she was here."

"I bet it was," he squeezed her tight, “I bet it helped you so much.”

NOVEMBER 23RD- SIDNEY'S HOUSE-SEWICKLEY

Evie stood in the kitchen when she heard the doorbell. She shouted, "Come in!" as she watched Sidney make coffee for her.

Adriana walked into the house and meandered into the kitchen after petting Sam. "Please tell me that you are in a better mood," she laughed as she entered. Evie had moved closer to Sidney and stood behind him. She wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek on his back. She sighed contentedly as he worked. "Ahhhh, it seems so," she grinned, "Behold the power of the Beso. We should call you the Evie Tamer."

Sidney shook his head and smiled, "Nah, I prefer Evie in her natural wild state." He felt Evie giggle into his back and kiss him gently. "I will leave you ladies to your dress hunt," he teased, "Keep the faith. I think your dream was a good sign."

Evie walked him to the door and waved as he pulled out of the garage. She turned around and said, "Come with me." Adriana followed as Evie marched to the attic.

"Evita," Adriana called from behind, "I thought we were hunting for a dress?"

"We are," she replied as they climbed the stairs to the attic. Evie opened the door and ran to the box that Sidney took the wedding scrapbook from. On top was her baby book, then her baby blanket on top of the dress that she wore home from the hospital. Underneath was a large padded envelope with every card that Evie had given her parents. Finally she reached the bottom and saw the sealed white cardboard box with Stardust Bridal embossed across the front. Evie let out a loud squeal as she lifted the box. "Holy shit, it's heavy," she said with the excitement barely contained.

"What's heavy?" Adriana asked.

"I think it's my mom's wedding dress," Evie looked up.

"What?" Adriana responded.

Evie set the box down and used the box cutter to carefully open the edges of the box as she explained the dream about her mother to Adriana.

"So that's the dress?" Adriana rushed to assist Evie. Together they got the lid off of the box. Evie's hand delicately touched the white beaded satin gown. Adriana looked at Evie as the tears ran down her face.

"Try it on, try it on, try it on," Adriana shouted. Evie stripped off her clothes and stepped in the dress. She turned to let Adriana zip the dress. It fit Evie like a glove. It dawned on her that she didn't have a mirror so Adriana took a picture. "You need a petticoat, but it looks amazing," she gushed.

"I can't believe it," Evie grazed her fingers over the beaded lace, "Mami married my dad in this dress on the same date. That has to be good luck, right."

"It's the best luck," Adriana said as she surprised herself with tears, "but you don't need luck, Evita. Gringo Boy and you are meant to be."

"Are you ever going to quit calling him that," Evie grinned.

"When he makes me an Aunt?", she laughed. "Let's go find you a petticoat and veil. Then you can officially mark it off of your list."

"Don't forget your dress," Evie interjected.

"Damn," Adriana asked, "You are really going to make me wear matching dresses with Taylor?"

Evie paused, "Fine- y'all decide on a color - deep red, black or metallic gold and pick whatever dress you want."

December 5th- Sidney and Evie's house- Sewickley

Evie woke up to the sensation of Sidney's lips and tongue on her neck while his hand roamed under her pajama top. In the weeks since his surgery, Evie had developed the habit of wearing pajamas to bed to remove "temptation" for Sidney as he recovered. Behind her, she felt as hips grinded into her. She looked back to gauge whether he was fully awake or asleep. Another habit that developed is Sidney, while fully asleep, initiated sex with this exact same behavior. Evie would politely, yet firmly, remove his hands from her body while whispering explanations of "It hasn't been three weeks, Beso." and "Keep your hands to yourself, please."

She was fully prepared to do the same when he whispered hoarsely, "It's three weeks today, Mon Etoile. It's been three weeks." Her body, full of pent-up sexual energy, began to respond. When his hand slid under the elastic waistband of her pajama pants, she moaned softly as it made its way between her legs. However, her mind raced to control the situation. Her hand went to his hand that began to explore her folds. She grabbed his hand and pulled it out of her pants. Evie then delicately extricated herself from his grasp and wiggled to the far side of the bed.

Sidney groaned and wiggled to follow her. She rolled over and placed her hand against his chest. Sidney was fully awake and aroused. "Evie, it's been three weeks exactly," he whined, "I need you. I need you so much. Look at how hard I am for you."

Evie resisted the urge to glance at his erection pressed tight against his boxers. "Listen," she said with authority, "I have been thinking about this."

"Less thinking and more fucking," Sidney said with a grin. When she did not return then grin, he asked, "Thinking what?"

"I want to wait," she replied. The look of disbelief conveyed all of his thoughts without saying a word. "Beso, we have already waited this long. I want to wait until our wedding night. I want that night to be special," she added.

Sidney blinked slowly, inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. "Are you serious?" he asked. He studied her face and her sincerity was obvious. He pinched his nose, "Tell me why again."

"I want the first time as your wife to be special," she explained.

"I think that being the first time married would automatically make it special," he countered, "Besides, I am fairly sure that the first time is going to be pretty quick."

Evie smiled sweetly, "I know that it doesn't make a lot of sense given the amount of times that we have fucked and other things. It means a lot to me. It's almost like I will be a virgin again."

"A virgin?" he smirked. He rolled over and placed his forearm over his eyes. Evie watched him mentally process her words. "If that's what you want," he sighed. He perked back up. "Hey, do virgins give handjobs?", he asked. Evie got up from the bed and walked toward the bathroom. "I'm kidding, Evie," he called out. She turned and crossed her arms. He gave her a big grin. She smiled and shook her head.

Evie continued her walk to the bathroom and stripped her pajamas off as she walked. Sidney watched her from the bed. He stood up, walked to the bathroom door and leaned against the door frame. His gaze went from the top of her head and down the length of her nude body. He licked his lips as she stepped into the shower. He looked down as she poured body wash and lathered her smooth skin. His hand went into his boxers and started to stroke his throbbing cock. She called out to him, "I see you, Beso."

"I can't help it," he whined.

"I did it in May," she teased.

"Is this payback for the playoffs?" he laughed, "That's not fair!" She opened the door and stuck out her tongue. "Pretty please? You gotta help me out here," he pouted.

She smiled, closed the door and put on a show while he jerked his hand back and forth. When she heard the tell-tale grunts and groans of his orgasm, she called out, "You're welcome, Beso."

"You need to be ready Saturday night," he said breathlessly, "I am going to fuck you senseless."

"You better," she teased.

TWO HOURS LATER-ALLEGHENY COUNTY MARRIAGE BUREAU

Sidney grabbed Evie's hand as she came around the back of the car and led her up the stairs to the courthouse. Their completed marriage license waited for them to pick it up. Sidney sighed as they reached the back of the line. His status as Pittsburgh Penguins Captain opened doors and parted lines all across the city, country and world. Unfortunately, it was not effective at the marriage license bureau and he was forced to stand in line like the rest of the prospective grooms.

Sidney pulled his cap lower on his head. Evie pulled up her hoodie and grinned up at him. He reached for her hands and pulled her into his body. She whispered, “Maybe wearing the Penguins hat wasn’t the best idea?”

He kissed the top of her head, “What are you afraid of? I don’t care if people know that I am marrying you.”

Evie looked up, “Oh, I know that.”

He flashed a smile, “Then what are you afraid of?”

She returned his smile, “I am afraid that someone in this office or in this line will decide to leak that we have a marriage license before Saturday night. The wedding is supposed to be a surprise, right?”

They moved up with the line. Sidney glanced around, “You’re right. What if I hide in the bathroom and you text me when you get up there.” He kissed her quickly and escaped to the restroom.

Twenty minutes later, Evie texted Sidney. As she waited, the clerk pulled out the marriage license. “Ms. Montgomery, I just need you to confirm that information is correct,” the clerk whispered. Evie looked up and smiled, thankful for the quiet tone. She studied the license carefully. When she was sure that all the information was correct, she looked up and smiled. “Good,” the clerk smiled, “I will tell you that I am not sure that I can prevent this from getting leaked. We have some die hard Pens fans around here.”

Evie leaned forward, “I just need it to stay secret until Saturday.” She reached into her wallet and fished for cash. She came up with a crisp one hundred dollar bill and slid it across the counter. “Can you help us with that?”, she smiled.

“Your secret is safe with me,” the clerk smiled, “Tell Mr. Crosby congratulations. He landed himself a beauty. He’s a lucky man.”

“We are both lucky,” she smiled back. Evie was walking down the hall. Her eyes searched for Sidney. She shrieked as a hand grabbed her hand and pulled into an alcove by a courtroom. “Sidney!” she gasped and playfully swatted his chest, “You scared me.”

Sidney held a finger up to his mouth and shushed her. He whispered, “Did you get the license?” Evie looked around quickly, noted the presence of a young couple then shook her head affirmatively. “Good,” Sidney whispered, “My new friend, Harry, and his fiancée need a favor from us.”

Evie turned to look at Harry, who appeared to be in his early twenties, dressed in freshly pressed slack and buttoned down shirt. Next to him was a very pretty, yet very pregnant brunette, who wore a short white lace dress with an empire waist. The young man extended his hand, “Hi, I am Harry and this is my fiancée , Marissa.” He looked at his fiancée with a look of love that rivaled Sidney’s. “I had the good fortune to run into Sid in the men’s room. I mean what are the odds that I would run into my hockey hero here at the marriage license office.” Sidney moved closer to Evie and slid his arm around her waist as Harry continued to speak. “Anyway, Marissa and I want to get married today, but our witnesses flaked out on us. It’s really important that we get married today. Marissa is due any day now and we want to be married before the baby comes.” Evie looked at Sidney and then at Marissa and nodded her head in understandment. “So would you be willing to do it for us? It would mean the world to us if you could help us out.” he asked hopefully.

“Absolutely! I would be honored to witness your ceremony,” Evie said brightly as she leaned into Sidney’s body. Just then the courtroom doors opened and the previous couple walked out, followed by a gaggle of family and friends. Marissa let out a soft sigh. Evie took her hand and whispered, “You look gorgeous and radiant. Let’s go get you married to your man.”

They all walked in together and took their positions in front of the judge. Marissa cradled her bump and grinned up at Harry. The elderly judge cleared his throat, "Please join hands." The young couple joined hands.

Evie pulled out her phone and nudged Sidney to do the same. When he looked at her in question, she gestured that he needed to take video of the ceremony. It took a moment before he grinned and nodded in understatement. Both armed with cameras, they turned as the judge began the ceremony.

We’re here today to witness the union of Harry and Marissa in marriage. Today, you begin a new life together, founded in love, laughter, honesty, respect, and friendship. The promises you make to each other today should not be taken lightly. A marriage is more than a ceremony – it is a lasting and lifelong commitment.

Evie felt tears filling her eyes. She imagined her own wedding to Sidney. While the script would be different, the universal nature of marriage became apparent to her. She and Sidney would soon join the club so-to-speak.

Do you, Harry, take Marissa to be your spouse and to live together as partners, to treat them with love and respect, and to build a marriage that grows stronger and more loving as time passes?

Harry: Yes, I do.

Evie looked to Sidney. He turned his head to look at her while holding the camera straight. He mouthed the words "I do".

And do you, Marissa, take Harry to be your spouse and to live together as partners, to treat them with love and respect, and to build a marriage that grows stronger and more loving as time passes?

Marissa: Yes, I do.

Sidney stared as Evie wiped her tears and mouthed the word, "I do."

The brief ceremony continued with the exchange of simple gold bands. Evie continued with her self-imposed duty of the wedding photographer but felt as Sidney's hand searched for her hand. She gave it to him to hold.

By the virtue of the authority vested in me by the State of Pennsylvania, I now pronounce you married.

You may kiss! Congratulations!

Sidney and Evie cheered wildly as the young lovers sealed their marriage with a kiss. The foursome stood by the courtroom doors as the judge completed the paperwork. Harry shook Sidney's hand, "I can't tell how much this means to us. To have Sidney Fucking Crosby as our witness, man, we are blessed."

Evie giggled and gazed at Sidney. He smiled joyously, "It was an honor to be included. I hope you have a wonderful life together, especially with that little Penguin on the way."

Marissa joked, "Just wait until everyone hears about it. They will be so jealous." Sidney and Evie exchanged a look. Sidney looked at Marissa, "About that.". He pulled out his wallet and pulled out ten crisp one hundred dollar bills. "If you could not tell the part about us until Sunday morning, we would be really grateful," he said smoothly as he palmed the cash to Harry, "We are trying to pull off a surprise wedding Saturday night."

Harry and Marissa gasped at the cash, "Oh yes, we can keep a secret."

Evie interjected, "Where are you spending your wedding night?"

Marissa blushed, "He is taking me to the Cheesecake Factory and then home."

Evie smiled, "If you would allow me, I would love to arrange a night at the Fairmont for you. You can have the best suite available. Everything is on us." Harry and Marissa tried to object. "Please let us do it for you. This has been such a treat for us to witness," Evie argued as Sidney wrapped his arm around her waist. Her spontaneous generosity was just another reason he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. Evie sent a few texts and exchanged numbers with Marissa to send pics.

They waited while Harry and Marissa exited. As soon as they left and they were alone in the courtroom, Sidney pulled Evie into an embrace. She laughed as he showered her with kisses. "Eighty hours," he whispered, "Eighty hours until I can call you my WIFE."

"I can't wait,Beso," she smiled.

"Me either," he kissed her passionately.

#never ever have i #sidney crosby romance #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby fiction #sidney crosby imagine #nhl imagine #nhl fic #nhl fiction #hockey romance #pittsburgh penguins imagine #pittsburgh penguins romance

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Audio Drama Sunday - 22nd October ✨

Happy Audio Drama Sunday! I am SO TIRED after my nights but let’s talk audio drama 🥳

Spoilers!!

🌲 @hellofromthehallowoods (139) I was so excited to see the title of this episode! The stop and start nature of the first segment really hammered home just how much is happening in these hallowed woods! I’m so tense and excited for what’s to come and so not ready for people to find out what has happened to their loved ones 😭 Also, can I get an advanced copy of A Hundred Eyes In The Dark because I’m gnashing my teeth at all these Amaryllis hints!!

🦀 @thesiltverses (34) SUCH a good episode! I adore seeing the way Carpenter and Paige interact now and the symmetry of the way characters idolise their gods before becoming disillusioned and Paige admiring Carpenter before realising that’s she’s as fallible as anyone else! It’s so GOOD. Carpenter’s desperate wishing to die useful absolutely ripped my heart in two, so thank you for that.

🎞 Tiny Terrors I started on the Halloween specials! The first story had me cringing in the supermarket at the thought of eating cobwebs and spiders. I don’t know if I’d actually just die??

🤴InCo @itmeblog (S2 E17-20) oh no, my HEART. SAWA ☹️ Nova ☹️ why are all my favourite stories about grief??

🥾 @doyoucopypod (14) ahh! what a good ending! the horrors! the queer drama! I really hope there’s a season two to explore more spookiness AND this love triangle 🤭

⚓️ @eelerschoice (2) What a lovely bit of world and character building! I loved how there was a reason for the descriptions of Eskmouth and the school, we got so much information in a very natural way! Also, I miss Tell No Tales so much, it was great to hear Leanne Egan as someone new!!

#audio drama #audio drama sunday #hfth spoilers #tsv spoilers #do you copy #tiny terrors #inco #eeler's choice

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perfect - an h.s one shot °•. ✿ .•°

PART FIVE - FINAL PART

read part one here ! part two here ! part three here ! part four here !

word count: 3.5k

themes/triggers/tropes: fluff, angst, lime, arguing, fake dating, relationship...fixing?

New York City was cooler than usual the night Nova arrived. Around May or June, the nights were almost as hot as the middle of the afternoon. She settled down and went to sleep. When she woke up the next morning, she received a text from Harry.

H.♡: I’m in New York. Can I come to your place?

Nova sighed, opening the text. A bright blue bubble filled her vision as she read it over again. Only a few words changed her mood for the day completely. Her fingers got to work, even though they didn’t need to work much.

Nova: Sure.

She placed her phone down again and went into the kitchen. How long until he gets here? She thought. Probably not long, so she started making a cup of tea. She poured the tea in with the bag, tossed in three sugars, and a tiny cup of milk, stirred it, all within a couple minutes. 

A knock at the door came along with a short text from him. She opened it with a deep breath. She was met with that same tall figure in a black sweatshirt and sunglasses sitting on his slightly curved hairline. He smiled, standing upright after leaning against the doorframe, putting his phone into his pocket.

“Wasn’t expecting you to come to the city. Come in.” She opened the door wider and he instantly sat at her favorite spot, looking out at the city skyline. The Empire State Building was glistening in the sunlight.

“How have you been?” he asked softly with his fingers stroking his chin as he turned to face her.

Nova laughed as she went over to the kitchen and took the napkin off of the top of the tea cup. She went over to him and handed it to him, much to his surprise. “We saw each other a couple days ago. Nothing’s changed.”

“Alright. Thanks for the tea.” He took a sip and looked out the window again.

“Has anything changed with you?”

“I broke up with Evangeline.”

“What? Why?”

He stared at her and gave no response.

“Were things going wrong?” She asked. He let out a scoff and put his tea down. Nova uncomfortably shifted on the couch. 

“You don’t listen to me, do you?”

“What do you mean?”

“I told you that I started dating her so I could get over you. She agreed with the idea, but she claimed that I used her, which made me feel great,” he said with a sarcastic tone in his voice. Nova slightly raised an eyebrow and then remembered. Yes, he did tell her about that.

“So I guess you’re over me,” she replied. Harry closed his eyes and rubbed his temple.

“Did the other night not prove to you that I want you back?”

The memories flashed through her head as she stared into those glowing green eyes. The clothes on the floor, the dim lights, the curtains closed, just a little sunlight seeping through onto the bed. Those sinful sounds that replayed in her head every time she looked at him.

“Yes, yes it did.”

“Good,” he said reassuringly. “You’re not going to make yourself any tea?”

“No, not right now.”

“Oh, alright.” They sat in that uncomfortable silence until he finished his tea and had enough of the city view. He got up and went over to the sink to wipe out the cup with soap and water and place it back in the cabinet with the other floral designed cups.

“Ah, I wish you’d have given me this blue cup. It looks beautiful.”

“Oh, sorry,” she said in the same sarcastic tone he had before. He laughed and sat on the couch next to her. His arm slowly crept behind her back, his hand grasping her shoulder and he pulled her closer. Her head unintentionally landed on his shoulder. She could practically feel that perfect grin spread across his face.

“How did Evangeline feel about you breaking up with her?” Nova snuck her hand across his chest and tapped a finger on his collarbone. Why did this feel wrong?

“She wasn’t too happy. She yelled at me a bunch, told me I was using her and that I was a liar. She’s the one that came up with the goddamn idea and I told her that. I told her we were just friends, then I went back inside. I wanted to help her, but it felt wrong.” He explained.

“She shouldn’t have treated you like that. You clearly said it was fake dating, didn’t you?”

“I did.” He quickly turned his head down to look at her as her head crept onto his chest. A small smirk twitched on his lips, but they formed into a thin line. “Was she using me?” 

“Nobody was using anybody. It was just a silly little agreement…” her sentence trailed off as she walked her fingers across his chest and up to his neck. He tried his hardest not to smile, but it was practically impossible with those soft fingers touching every inch of his visible skin that they could. They went up to his hair and played with the loose strands poking out from the thin layer of gel he must have used that morning. 

“Now I probably—most definitely—lost a friend.”

“You shouldn’t have. I don’t really like the idea of fake dating, but if you claim she agreed to it, then I guess it’s fine.”

“If I claim? What are you on about?” he asked, this time in a slight whisper. “That’s what she told me.”

“I don’t want to start an argument, Harry. It really doesn’t matter because you never truly loved her, right?” she asked, positioning herself on top of, both legs on both sides of his. She was finally towering over him instead.

“T-that’s right,” he stuttered because of the new situation. Her dominant side showed as she took his face in her hands and planted a soft kiss on his lips. One after another, until she pulled away to find a pout forming from his bottom lip.

“How about we go out? Just the two of us. We haven’t done that in a while.” She climbed off of him and went over to the door to slide her jacket on.

“Where?”

“Wherever you want,” she smiled. 

“How about an art museum? A traditional museum, or maybe even a modern one. Sculptures and stuff.”

“Sure. That sounds great.” 

As they walked out, he planted a quick kiss on her forehead, making her cheek flush a bright, tomato red.

°•. ✿ .•°

At that point, paint was splattered against the marble walls of the museum. Every square inch was covered in beautiful, perfect paintings, sculptures, and pottery. He took her hand and led her into a huge room, dimly lit from translucent bulbs above. The paintings were of sailing ships, crashing through the waves of a horrendous storm, beautifully portrayed by the monotonous color schemes, spread across the lonely canvas in search for a true meaning; a meaning only the artist would understand. Deep inside, the work meant something so much more than a sailor struggling through the waves. It illustrated the artist’s fights with their mental health, possibly even physical health. It reminded her of a man sitting in a rocking chair, staring out at the midnight sea from the porch of his beach house. Clouds billowed overhead, lightning seen in the distance. Did the man seem to care? No, not at all. He was fascinated by the view. He imagined that very ship being his own. His own problems crashed through the waves, trying its best to stay afloat.

Nothing could take her away from this painting. She felt his large frame come up behind her, lightly brushing her shoulder with his leather coat. He glanced over at her and smiled with a longing stare of gratitude and sympathy. 

“You like this painting, don’t you?” He asked in a soft tone. Almost as soft as the way the dim light reflected onto the rough canvas.

She nodded, not taking her eyes off of it. He pushed her shoulder with him and she giggled, finally looking away from the painting and into his eyes. This time, they glistened, not battled. This time, they were a watery emerald, not a chipped and battered obsidian. This time, they sent butterflies to her heart, not daggers. Over the past few days, she pulled them out, one by one.

“This is really beautiful,” he muttered.

“Yeah, the whole room has paintings like this. Dark and deep in meaning. Usually to reflect the artist’s own personal struggles, but they were created so long ago that this was their only way to cope. They had no one to talk to because no one would believe them. But their canvas would. Their canvas would believe everything the artist said, no matter how traumatizing or life threatening it may have been. It was always there for them.”

“Like a therapist?”

“Exactly. Just like a therapist. We’re lucky most of us get that access to support. Back then… this could’ve been this artist’s last painting…”

“Right.” Both their voices trailed off when they realized where this conversation had led to. An ultimate disaster. They decided to move to the next room. Sculptures, exactly what Harry was looking forward to.

“I’ve always been fascinated by the effort that gets put into the making of these pieces,” he claimed, jogging up to one and almost falling over the thin banister around the artwork. He pointed to the tall, marble man with his cutest bunny smile plastered on his face. “Like, come over here,” he beckoned Nova over, “look at all these little details! You can practically see the skin texture.”

“I can see that you’re a lot more into sculptures than I am,” she said, taking the closest look she could at the face of the man, then down his torso (avoiding the privates) and down his legs to his feet. “I think they’re really cool.”

“What, because they don’t have as much spiritual and mental meaning behind them like those paintings?”

“Not entirely,” she started to explain, “I just think that more of a story can be told through the paintings. Having visually pleasing pictures is easier for me to appreciate when I can interpret it in hundreds of ways than having a singular face. Yes, full of detail, but where’s the story? So, I guess, yeah, paintings are deeper than sculptures.”

“That’s an interesting argument.”

“Are you going to start one?”

“No. I stand by my point, though. I still like my sculptures.” He smiled and gazed back to the marble figure. Nova didn’t care about the sculpture, though. She stared at him. His dark curls fell perfectly into place on his forehead. They swayed when he moved his neck up and bounced when he put it back down. His smile was like a fireplace on a cold, winter evening, sitting by the fire with a cup of hot chocolate in their hands. They would snuggle together, squeezing their shoulders against each other for extra warmth. His smile is like honey, freshly gathered from the hive. The more bees, the more work, and the more love put into it, the more beautiful it became. When that majestic grin spread across his innocent face, there were slight creases around his eyes. Little wrinkles, but not from age. Never. He’s much too young. Those creases complimented his eyes as well as a bright blue sea and sun setting on the horizon. Calming, cool breeze, slight disruptions in the sky. Yet, instead of a blue sea, his sea was green. A fern green with hints of hazel wood and polluted waters. They sparkled in any light. From the natural light seeping through the window pane to the light calling her towards him, coming straight from his heart. Near that glisten in his eyes was his button nose. 

When she ran her finger down the bridge, over the knob, and down to the tip, he would squirm and throw her that grin. Her finger would move straight down to his lips. His top lip was thin, perfectly shaped by the indentation in the middle. Moving across to the left and right are the most marvelous curves on a pair of lips she had ever seen. Down onto his bottom lip, her finger would trip up, sending the softness vibrating like the thickest guitar string. The next part that catches her eye is his neck. Baby smooth skin, all the way down to his collarbone and his chest. His arms, torso, down to his legs and feet. His backside and ankles deserved more attention.

When their eyes met, her face flushed with a strange shade of pink and red. Not quite maroon, just a bit lighter. Her blood pumped through her veins at an alarming rate, unhealthy, some would say. He grinned for her again. Her hands shuddered like being put into a freezer, but she was burning up. All of his grace and his truthfulness sum him up as the most wonderful man she had ever met. Nothing before had applied to him anymore. It was over for good, and they both knew it.

After exploring the rest of the museum, he made a suggestion.

“That was great. How about we head home now? My legs are starting to hurt.” He said, sitting down on a nearby bench in front of a huge, abstract box painting, filled with reds, blues, greens, and yellows, jumbled together in perfect harmony.

“Good idea.” Nova sat down next to him, their elbows touching. She stared down at his hand on his lap. Her fingers trailed up his leg, tapping his kneecap, which he surprisingly didn’t notice. Their fingers intertwined slowly, taking each finger and placing it in between each other. They said nothing, other than smiling. An apologetic smile came from Harry, yet a forgiving smile came from Nova. She looked out and saw a group of girls staring at them, pointing at Harry. She let go of his hand. One of the girls got on the phone and was still staring at him, excited out of her mind. One had her phone out and tried sneaking a picture.

“I-I think we should go.” She grabbed his arm and pulled him out, quickly ending up on the sidewalk and rushing down the street.

“What’s wrong?”

“People noticed us. Some girl was on the phone and another took some pictures.”

Hand in hand, she practically sprinted down the street, dragging him close behind. They were both out of breath by the time they reached the street of her apartment, but they were greeted with a not-so-pleasant surprise. At least five black cars, paparazzi came tumbling out, snapping pictures right away, charging at them. They threw each other frightening glances as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pulling her down the road. The cars came up faster and so did the photographers. Faster than they appeared, they ended up right on their tails, cornering them. 

When Nova tried to escape, she was met with hard ground, the sidewalk crushed her face. Everything became blurry, but she felt a hand snake around her hips.

“Nova!” Harry’s hands ran across her back and over her shoulders, picking her up. A stream of thick blood slipped down her face. He covered it up with his finger, but the paparazzi were still snapping pictures of them on the ground.

She wasn’t able to tell what it was, but Harry did something remarkable to make the paparazzi scurry into their cars like little rabbits rushing away from a predator. 

“It’s alright, Nova. We’ll get you safe.” He led her down the rest of her street as she let tears and blood stream down her face. It stung, along with countless parts of her body that hit the sidewalk harder than she expected.

Her apartment was blurry from tears. He sat her down on the couch and got her a tissue. She could see his hands were covered in blood. If anyone else saw him, they’d think he had killed a man.

“Keep your head up and squeeze it hard, alright? I need to get you some gauze and hydrogen peroxide. It’s in your bathroom, right?” She nodded and he whisked himself away to get the first aid materials.

He came back with what he promised: a new bottle of hydrogen peroxide, rolls of gauze, boxes of four different sized bandages, and some paper towels. He sat down next to her and wiped her cheek with a soft tissue. Tears rolled down her cheeks and they wouldn’t stop.

“Shhh, it’s okay, darling. We’ll get you patched up, alright?” He lightly and slowly rubbed her abc and planted a kiss on her cheek, making her cheeks flush an unexpected pink. When she cried like this, she became incredibly cold, shivering from the top of her head all the way down to her toes. She would layer herself in t-shirt after hoodie after bath robe, trying to make the cold and the pain go away. Heavy layers provided her a comfort she would never have gotten from anyone else, unless he was there.

Harry began unrolling the gauze and placing a paper towel on the coffee table. He got to his knees and folded up the gauze, pouring tiny droplets of hydrogen peroxide on it. He sent her an approving glance, to which she nodded back, knowing that it might sting. It did, as he applied the gauze to her arm where part of her had fallen. He took off the gauze and wiped it with a damp paper towel. To her, this implied that it was a clean cut and no dirt crawled in.

“Let me find the rest of your cuts, love.” The way that he called her “love” made her stomach churn. She hadn’t heard him call her a term of endearment in so long. It was something she longed for, for countless days and nights, just to be known as his “love” or his “sweetheart.” Nothing warmed her heart more than that.

He traveled across her body, searching for every nick, bruise, and cut he could find. There wasn’t much he could do about the bruises, however, other than lightly poke them to see how painful they really were. She winced at the pain of a couple on her face, which he kissed for extra comfort.

After patching her up with bandages and wrapping her small muscle in gauze, he pulled her in and let her onto his lap, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“I’m really sorry.” she whispered, falling back onto his chest. He ran his hands through her hair, lightly scraping the tip of her scalp, then pulling at the ends, twisting them around his fingers.

“Why?” His voice was soft again, like that night on the phone. She could barely keep her eyes open. Every few seconds, they fluttered open again. She wanted to look up at him, but she couldn;t crane her head back far enough to see his whole face. Just his soft hair and the very edge of his hairline.

“Because I got us caught again.”

“Darling,” he kissed her head a few more times and ran his hands up her face, trying his best to avoid poking any bruises, “it was my idea to go out together. I should be the one apologizing, so I’m sorry. I’m the one that got you hurt, so I take full responsibility.” He sighed and kissed her again. If only they could stay like this forever…

“It’s alright. You saved me from being trampled, though.”

“I’d do anything for you. I made a mistake, so I tried my best to fix it,” he explained.

“We both made mistakes and fixed them, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re back together. All of that is behind us. We’re never gonna mention it again.”

“Never.”

“You promise?” She asked, turning her head to slightly face him. She had a bad feeling her neck looked incredibly strange, so she just turned her entire body, lying completely on top of him. He was surprised by this sudden movement and smiled, placing yet another kiss on her forehead and a new one on the tip of her nose.

“I promise.”

“Are you sure?” He laughed. He missed all the times they would tease each other, playing around, either with words or with each other. Having all their good memories flood back was better than no memories at all.

“Yes, love, I’m sure.” His arm snaked around her back and his hand grasped her waist. They cuddled in silence for a few minutes until Nova broke it.

“H?”

“You haven’t called me that in a while,” he smiled, stroking her hair, “what’s up?”

“Am I good enough for you?”

Harry looked mildly offended, “Why wouldn’t you be?”

“I don’t know,” she sighed, running her finger across his chest, down the firm outlines of his tight shirt, down to his stomach. He flinched and held in a giggle. “I just don’t think I meet your standards.”

“Honey,” he said, “you’re the entire reason why I have standards.”

“I’m not perfect enough. Look at me.” She picked her head up off of his chest, but he took it in his hands and closed the gap between them, sending sparks through their veins.

“Nova, you’re nothing but perfect.”

i'm not a big fan of the ending, but yk. gotta push through.

i was thinking of turning off the ask my anything chat because of mild hate comments (it's really hard for me to stay motivated when i know someone doesn't like it). so it might be a while until the next one shot.

i do appreciate the support i've gotten through this one shot, though! for those who did enjoy, how did you like it? i pantsed my way through this whole thing. that's why there's little plot holes, so it's not perfect lol.

#harry styles #niall horan #fanfic #harry styles fanfiction #liam payne #louis tomlinson #one direction #writers on tumblr #angst #fanfiction #harry styles fluff #fluff

[heroofshield]

Whumpcember Day 15- Hallucinating (Mass Effect, Shakarian)

@whumpcember

The container exploded and the red gas burst out, spreading everywhere.

Looking back on it, Shepard realized that they should have followed protocol, especially since they knew that Minagen X3 was highly toxic, and used their hazmat helmets. But in the moment things were happening to quickly; if they didn't track down the Eclipse mercenaries in a timely manner then Samara would refuse to join the crew. And from what Shepard saw, they could use the Asari Justicar and the firepower she brought.

Exchanging fire with the mercenaries, Shepard tried not to breathe in the gas as it crept nearer but accidentally did so. Coughing as it made its way through the filers in her helmet, she pushed forwards to drive the mercenaries back.

"What the hell is that made of?" she asked herself, feeling her heart beat faster and starting to feel like she could do anything.

"You good Shepard?" Garrus asked, narrowing his eyes while looking at the Commander. EDI had told him that her vitals were starting to spike and there was a mysterious compound in her blood.

"Accidentally got a bit of the Minagen X3 in my system. I'll be good through." Shepard replied as they took advantage of the empty space for a brief rest before pressing on.

"If you're sure." Garrus said, his sub-harmonics relaying the doubt he felt.

"Yeah." Shepard slipped on her helmet again, making sure that it engaged the seals and was on tight. Friendly slapping Garrus on the shoulder she continued, "Thanks though."

--

Another container burst open next to Shepard and she couldn't move out of the way in time-the red gas enveloping her. Shepard rolled out of cover and dashed over towards a new spot that was Minagen X3 free, she focused on taking out the rest of the mercenaries. Halfway through. she felt the familiar rush but this time it was more intense.

"Shit." she thought, powering up her biotics and enjoying the feeling of how easily they responded and did more damage when she threw a nova and the group went flying. "Maybe I could try to Reave though."

"Shepard!" Garrus snapped, putting his sniper rifle away now that the mercenaries had been taken care of and standing up. "You good?"

"Hell yeah, lets go. Gotta keep them running." Shepard said quickly, scanning for any more Eclipse mercenaries that might suddenly appear.

"Shepard...they're gone, we took care of them all."

"No they're still there, don't you see them?"

"Well...shit." Garrus thought, realizing that Shepard must have gotten another dose of Minagen and it was affecting her more than the last time.

"EDI, get the shuttle ready and tell Chakwas that Shepard needs a detox. She must have gotten a heavier does of that Minagen." he said while striding over to where Shepard was and after some difficulty, got her into what the humans called a bear hug; wrapping both his arms around her so that she couldn't escape.

Straightening up, he was glad for the height difference between him and Shepard; that way it wouldn't be so difficult carrying her back to the shuttle and to the med-bay.

--

Shepard opened her eyes and squinted against the bright light. "Where am I?" she groaned, wishing the pounding in her head would go away.

"The Medbay. How are you?" Garrus said, glancing over the top of his datapad.

"Like I partied all night." Shepard buried her face in the pillow and just wanted to sleep the hangover away. "What happened?"

"The short story is that you got a face full of Minagen and started hallucinating. Had to carry out of there and onto the shuttle so Chakwas could start the detox."

As Garrus talked, Shepard realized that she hazily remembered the feeling like she could do anything with her biotics. "That could have ended badly." she thought, shifting so she could crack open an eye and look at Garrus.

"Guess I owe you one then."

"I'll put it on your tab."

"Sounds fair." Shepard licked her dry lips, wondering if the fluttering feeling in her stomach was Minagen related or if it was something else. "Thanks."

Garrus gave a short nod, "You're welcome."

#whumpcember2023 #mass effect #commander shepard #garrus vakarian #shakarian #fanfic #my writing

[loaflovesdoodling]

Hello! Star here :DD

Anyways why did Galacta knight get crystalized? What happened to the GSA and meta after he got crystalized? Do they somehow meet again in the present time :00? (sorry for the many questions and ramblings HELP)

TW: BODY HORROR/GORE.

In my AU, Galacta got crystallized by Nightmare. Allow me to explain:

It was a cold night on Neo Star, where the G.S.A. was camping. Galacta Knight looked worried as he watched over the young soldiers: Uther had been taken away.

"Holy Nightmare. He's there." He muttered to himself, clenching his fists.

Uther was alive, he could feel it. He just needed to get to him, fast.

Galacta got up from the tree stump he was sitting on, patted each warrior goodbye and spread his wings, that was until Meta Knight woke up:

"Sir."

Startled, the hot pink warrior turned around:

"Meta. You shouldn't be awake at this hour."

"Neither should you. Sir, I'm worried: what is it with you recently?"

"Nothing of great importance, my child. I'm just... thinking, is all."

"Thinking about what?"

"...that's not a good question right now." his gaze turned away.

"Forgive me."

"Oh, Meta..." The warrior frowned.

"There's nothing to worry about! I'll go take a nightly stroll now to clear my mind, you go to sleep. I'll be back soon." he lied, pinching the young knight's cheek playfully

"You promise?"

"I promise, Meta."

And with that, the temporal warrior flew away.

But Meta Knight did not go to sleep, instead, he sat down and waited,

and waited,

and waited,

minutes,

hours,

but Galacta Knight wouldn't come back.

Days later, no sign of him whatsoever.

Even the other warriors started worrying.

Months passed, and eventually, almost a year later, Nonsurat tracked down Galacta.

He was in Nightmare's base, he had been for months. Immediately, the G.S.A. departed towards Shiver Star and commenced a rescue mission. Meta Knight managed to sneak into the room where Galacta was supposedly being hidden. The Knight's eyes widened:

There he was, Galacta. Motionless. Facing upwards. Covered in wounds and blood. Trapped in a pink crystal. Shards of said crystal penetrating his skin. His once bright pinkish-red eyes were opaque, semi-closed. He looked dead. Was he dead?

Meta Knight wanted to scream, but he covered his mouth. He couldn't let Nightmare hear him, especially after he escaped. God knows what he could've done to him if he found him. Meta lunged at the crystal:

Stabbing it with his sword.

Scratching it with his claws.

Banging on it and punching it until he bled.

Nothing would work.

Tears flowing out of the knight's golden eyes, he accepted his beloved father's fate.

--bzzzzttt-- "Meta, are you there? What have you found?! Meta!" the familiar voice of Dragato called out to him through the earpiece. Meta Knight refused to respond.

"Meta, they spotted us! We gotta go, quick!" Falspar exclaimed.

Meta quickly walked away from the crystal and started flying out of the base.

As they all got out, Arthur spoke:

"Thank the stars, you're all safe. Meta, what did you find?"

Meta Knight, once again, looked down with melancholic eyes, his hands trembling in fear.

"It's okay, take your time. What's important is we know Galacta's alive, right?" Arthur consoled him.

"..."

"Meta, is he..?--"

"HE'S GONE." the blue warrior cut him off with a gravelly voice.

Jecra and Garlude stepped up:

"It's okay, Meta. You did all you could."

"It's what she's saying! We'll see him again, champion, perhaps in another life. I'm sure..."

_______________________

Meta Knight finally found himself in front of an infamous Galactic Nova. He was confident, determined.

[READY...]

[I WILL GRANT YOU ONE WISH...]

"I wish-- I wish to see them again. Jecra, Garlude... and my father."

[O.K. ONE. TWO. THREE. G. O. !]

A bright light blinding the poor Knight, he re-opened his eyes. They were there.

"CHAMPION?"

"META?"

"META, MY CHILD?"

The young soldier immediately lunged at the three resuscitated knights with tears of joy in his eyes, wrapping them in a loving embrace.

They were alive.

Jecra,

Garlude

And his father.

#kirby right back at ya #meta knight #kirby #gsa #hoshi no kaabii #sir meta knight #garlude #jecra #kirby gsa #galacta knight #sir galacta knight #kirby fanfiction #tw body horror #tw: gore

[ceilingfan5]

Rockband + werecreatures au👀?

Listen! Sometimes you’re so close to going fucking insane that you have to push the final button yourself. You know? Sometimes you’re the camel and you’re so goddamn tired of all the goddamn straw–oops! How did that Last Straw get on there? Too late! You know? You’re the bug and the boot and you’re the squish and the stain and the absence, you’re the noise and the noise and the noise and the noise. 

Seems like Taako is always the noise, these days. It’s easy to be the noise. It’s easy to fill a room to the brim–to drop a flashbang and know people fucking saw something, they’ll remember something, but he got to pick what that something was. A lot harder to just… be in a space. Existing makes Taako itchy. Makes him feel like his skin’s about to peel off and his bones are gonna crack and warp and hideously reach for the gentle light of the moon, like he’s him and he’s a monster and the monster is him and he is the monster, always the monster–

It may or may not be that time of the month.

Which pisses him off, as he sits there noodling on the keyboard in their big hollow practice space. Whale fall of a band hall, the exposed ribs holding up the ceiling, the walls at a half-perceptible angle that no badge-wearing bitch ever could have signed off on, and when it’s full? When that parking lot is full, when all the bottom feeders have come to feast? Man, you can feel it in your bones. 

There are two ways to feel alive, and neither one is good for Taako’s blood pressure. 

He hammers on the keys, skin too fucking tight, heart beating too fucking fast, and his tempo is burning garbage, and those nasty neighbor kids left firecrackers in the trash again. He’s not even supposed to be here. He had a prior engagement. He had plans. He had hopes, once, dreams, even, but honestly, how embarrassing. He wants to rip and bite and tear and kill. He wants to riff so hard he forgets his name. He should get his guitar and plug it in instead, but he’s on the edge, and if something shoves him bodily over it, careening for a hard pause, he’ll fuck up the strings again and get in trouble. They aren’t famous enough yet to just break stuff. But oh, when that day comes…

Keyboard it is, until he can hold his claws back. D, D, B flat, C– no, no, no, fuck, it never sounds right. What the fuck was Magnus thinking? Idiot doesn’t have ears that perk at every passing car in the night. (Or…does he? He’ll have to google if bears have good hearing later.) He’s got his own problems, yeah, but Taako isn’t being understanding right now, he’s being an absolute bitch, and he can hardly stand himself. Break him open, he’ll be bright as super nova full of glow stick acid. How can anyone expect him to be calm and nice and good, not least himself? No wonder no one wants him. Easier to be the flashbang, to be the noise. 

“Taako?”

D, D, B flat, C– it isn’t going to work, not with these lyrics. What were they thinking? 

“Taako…”

“Fuck off,” Taako growls. Kravitz does not, in fact, fuck off. He’s incorrigible that way, always turning up like a bad penny. Maybe a counterfeit penny. This one is smiling. Makes you think, why shouldn’t the guy be pleased with himself once in a while? 

Smug fucker. 

“I’m not going to ask,” Kravitz says, being all understanding or some shit. “You don’t have to tell me.”

“Sweet, I won’t, thanks for the permission, guy.” Taako hammers on all the keys at once. Maybe if Kravitz opens his mouth again he’ll straight up sit on the stupid thing. 

“But I could pick up drums or bass, if you want to jam?”

“I don’t want to jam. Unless we’re talking a fork in an electrical socket.” 

Kravitz nods like this isn’t a middle-school ass answer. Taako’s hardly thinking- well, hardly thinking at all, let alone clearly. Kravitz knows he’s pissed. Maybe if he were like Taako, he’d smell it on him, but you could have no nose at all and pick up on it right now, honestly. 

God, Taako wishes Kravitz could understand. 

“He stood me up,” he says, still feeling mean, mean, mean, fury burning up his bloodstream. “And you know what? You know how stupid- I thought this time would be different. Fucking-” he doesn’t have any words to follow. He wants to spit acid. Kravitz doesn’t seem bothered enough for him, as he swings himself up onto the stage. Stupid bastard ignoring the stairs to look cool. He’s feeling something, but Taako can’t figure it out. All the senses in the world don’t add up if you can’t focus to do the math. It’s just noise. 

“I’ll kill him and eat him for you, if you want,” Kravitz says, sitting heavily at the drumset. He starts tapping a countoff, setting the pace. 

“Nah,” Taako says, oddly touched. “He’s probably poisonous. Lawyer.”

“Fuck,” Kravitz says. “What are you doing, fucking lawyers?” He starts in on the drum solo of one of their best songs, and not one to miss a beat, Taako joins him. He wishes he could trust himself on the guitar right now. He needs to slam that motherfucker into another dimension. 

“I can fuck whoever I want.”

“You can, no judgment, just- Like you said. Poisonous.” Hard to hear him over the set. The noise beats in Taako’s chest, and he loves it. 

“Yeah. Maybe I’ve got a taste for it.” 

“Blegh,” Kravitz says, fully sticking his tongue out like a third grader. Taako’s surprised into laughing. 

“Yeah, alright, maybe I’m sulking. Shut up.” 

Kravitz snickers. The impending chorus looms. 

“Seriously, fuck whatever you like.”

“You don’t care?”

“Do you want me to care?” Kravitz doesn’t miss a beat. Asshole. 

What’s Taako supposed to say? He’s cornered.

“No,” he says, audibly delayed. 

Kravitz shakes his head. They miss the first chorus. 

“Cause if you want me to care, you know I will.”

“I do.” Taako’s skin writhes. He doesn’t want to talk. He just wanted to make noise. “I- I don’t know. Maybe I’m poisonous. I’ll bite you and you’ll die.” 

“Venomous?”

“Nerd.”

Kravitz cocks his head, not denying it. 

“I’m not afraid of your teeth.”

“Maybe you should be!” 

“Nah.” 

They both stop playing. The hall creaks, the silence echoes. 

Taako looks at him. 

“I know, Taako.” Kravitz fiddles with his sticks. “You want me to just say stuff? I’ll stop quipping. I know.” 

Taako stares at him. 

“What are you, some kind of were-chaser?” 

Kravitz laughs, startled. 

“I mean, it doesn’t turn me off-”

“Jesus!” Taako walks away from the keyboard, pacing. “You know? You know- and-”

“And I’d still kiss you.” 

“Hard to kiss with all those teeth,” Taako grumbles. 

“Tell me to fuck off, and I will. But you have to mean it.” Kravitz folds his arms. Taako looks at him. Kravitz stares right back. 

There’s no way Taako isn’t giving him pathetic sad puppy eyes right now. His night has sucked too bad, and he got too mad, and now he just feels like a stuffed animal dropped in the bathtub. 

“Can I make you dinner?” Kravitz asks, a little softer. Fucker. Knowing Taako’s too riled to go out right now. Damn him so hard. 

“No chance in hell,” Taako says pleasantly, even though his voice cracks nasty. “Cause that is poisonous. Buy me steak.”

“Yeah,” Krav says, giving him the biggest, mooniest eyes. “Anything you like.”

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[nerdy-girlramblings]

hey big sis!

magical realism for jealousy jealousy by olivia rodrigo? i've always wondered what it looked like

Oh I love this song so much!!

Okay let's start with verse 1 and the pre-chorus:

I kinda wanna throw my phone across the room 'Cause all I see are girls too good to be true With paper-white teeth and perfect bodies Wish I didn't care

I know their beauty's not my lack But it feels like that weight is on my back And I can't let it go

This one is simple because there's barely any instruments and it is mainly Olivia's voice. Her voice is white and its fuzzy around the edges, kinda like there's little holes or tears on the edges. When there's that layering on her voice so it sounds like multiple versions of her are singing, the line expands and narrows back in when it's just her singing. The only instrument in the background is the guitar and each note looks like a round, smooth pebble that is a tanish orange color.

The chorus has a lot more going on so it took me a little while to focus on each sound and instrument I was seeing (I think I got everything).

Co-comparison is killing me slowly I think, I think too much 'Bout kids who don't know me I'm so sick of myself I'd rather be, rather be Anyone, anyone else My jealousy, jealousy Started following me (he-he-he, he-he) Started following me (he-he-he, he-he)

The main drum beat is a yellow and white rectangle that's taller on the right side than the left. The keyboard is little whitish hill that goes up and down with each note. The horns (?) are a large wave that's white and yellow on the edges that gets steeper. It looks like a cone on its side if the bottom was hollow, like a party hat.

I also wanted to include the bridge because its amazing.

All your friends are so cool, you go out every night In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're living the life Got a pretty face, a pretty boyfriend too I wanna be you so bad, and I don't even know you All I see is what I should be Happier, prettier, jealousy, jealousy All I see is what I should be I'm losing it, all I get's, jealousy, jealousy

The bridge looks pretty similar, but Olivia's voice is different and there's high piano notes at the end. Olivia's voice is faster and more "clipped", her voice is going up and down with each word she sings. It's also a little more fuzzy and yellow because of effects on it. The piano notes at the end are each like a tall white bar.

Hope that all makes sense Nova!

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[musicthrob]

In-Focus with LAUNDRY DAY

March 23, 2024

For fans of artist interviews, modern boybands, Kevin Abstract, and BROCKHAMPTON

About two weeks ago, at the Ryan Beatty concert at The Wiltern, I passed by Kevin Abstract twice, once opposite each other on the stairs in the main area and second as he entered the doors of the floor section. I quite literally could not think of anything I could say to him then, but now I know exactly what. 

After that day, I eventually discovered that he interviewed LAUNDRY DAY and I ended up loving the topics they discussed and loved lots of aspects of the video in general. If I had watched this before the concert, I would have definitely commended him in person. If you’re reading this Kevin Abstract (and the Video Store team), I love this interview and here’s why.

Right away, the video shows that this interview is set in a random game store, a very uncommon yet fun place to hold an interview, that I think is fitting. This random game store is sort of another character to this interview that brings it to life. Weaved on top of audio of the interview every once in a while, the video strategically cuts to shots of LAUNDRY DAY browsing the store or playing Battleship against the crew and keeps the casual vibes of the video going. The atmosphere really just highlights the good company they were all in. 

Specifically, this reminded me of Chicken Shop Date, where they use strategic cuts to b-roll of the chicken shop as awkward yet cute indicators for topic switches.

It is evident that LAUNDRY DAY has such respect for Kevin Abstract and his peers and it is evident that Abstract shows them that same respect through his questions and the conversation he is able to foster. I think it’s the boyband camaraderie. There is also just a magic that exists when artists interview artists and ask all the right questions. 

multimdia also produces interviews on creatives where both the discussion and the fun video parts just feel really authentic. I recently watched the Aidan Cullen interview because I was interested in how he got started in the business. If you’re reading this Aidan Cullen (or anyone on the NOVA team), please approve my application I love y’all lol

LAUNDRY DAY talked about everything from selling out to being corny to being excited about green room sandwiches to their album documentary. On the topic of “selling out,” LAUNDRY DAY has been able to use their funny and unserious singing videos on the street to their advantage. Whether people know them from their covers of the “Can I Call You Rose” by Thee Sacred Souls” or “Beautiful Girls” by Sean Kingston, they have gained an audience of people in it for the laughs and the vibes and ultimately an audience that will listen to their music new and old. (They were even able to reach Drake.) In addition, one of the members spoke about how after someone sells out, they have the power to just reset and do whatever they want with their art, regardless if the general public are behind it or not. 

On the topic of “being corny” and being excited about green room sandwiches. I think as an artist, it is essential to be corny about your art and always be excited about the little things. If you’re not excited about your own art, then who will be? It was fun to know that LAUNDRY DAY used to promote their stuff in high school as if they were already famous and that they were the ones under the band’s comment sections. Knowing this, makes it even more awesome to see how far they have come. 

Also being excited about green room sandwiches was probably the stuff that was shown in their own documentary and that’s why I love them. LAUNDRY DAY produced, edited, and scored their own documentary about the process of making their most recent album. They only screened it in Los Angeles for one night and I wish I was there to witness their album process on the big screen. What can I say. I just love the process. And I love LAUNDRY DAY. 

Shoutout to the Twitter mutual who put me on in 2018. 

If you’re reading this LAUNDRY DAY, keep rocking and I need Narduwar vs. LAUNDRY DAY to happen soon. Thank you. 

Links:

Listen to the LAUNDRY DAY song that Drake loves: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=83NkgCH6Tdc&pp=ygUeY3Jhenkgc3R1cGlkIGxvdmUgbGF1bmRyeSBkYXkg

Listen to the LAUNDRY DAY song that I love at the moment: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SETI_xw47fc&pp=ygUbbXkgc2hpbmluZyBzdGFyIGxhdW5kcnkgZGF5

Watch this LAUNDRY DAY video: https://youtu.be/r72Dx_LluVs?si=zqtPM_NA6XzaWGFh

Watch In-Focus with Quadeca: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvVJh8imS58&pp=ygUNZm9jdXMgcXVhZGVjYQ%3D%3D

Check out multimdia on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/@multimdiamultimdia

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