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“crushed”

Sam and Deena are completely oblivious that their feelings are mutual, especially when Sam thinks Deena and Kate are together and Peter enters the picture.

pairing: samantha “sam” fraser x deena johnson / media: fear street trilogy

genre: friends to lovers, angst with hurt/comfort & fluff / word count: 2.6k / rating: pg-13 / warnings: bullying, a bit of swearing

a/n: so this is an au where deena and sam aren’t exes so sam never left shadyside (& kate isn’t all “screw ur ex” ya know). also kate is bi and no one dies. this is based mainly off 1994 (since 1666 hasn’t come out yet haha). please lmk if you like this & want more fear street fics from me. enjoy! :)

"I still can't believe you're dating a Sunnyvaler," Kate said, popping a potato chip into her mouth.

"Doesn't that totally go against the rules of this town?" Simon chimed in, stealing a tater tot from Sam's lunch tray.

"Oh, please," Sam scoffed, swatting Simon's hand away as he reached for a second piece. "He's actually a nice guy if you got to know him."

"Since when has the star quarterback ever been a nice guy?" Kate replied, earning a raised eyebrow from Simon. "Look, just because I cheer for them doesn't mean I like them."

The stiff wooden table rattled as Deena dropped into a seat across from Sam and next to Kate. She tried to pull her bomber jacket around herself quickly--

"New shirt?" Kate asked.

--but she wasn't quick enough.

"No," Deena sighed, letting the jacket hang open to expose a black, skin-tight tank top underneath. It used to be her favorite, previously baggy in all the right places, but it returned from her last laundry day one-size-too-small. "It just shrunk in the wash and I was running late." She kept her eyes down, focused on the unappetizing cafeteria food in front of her.

Kate eyed her for a moment, then looked over at Sam, who was practically drooling over this new shirt that provided a perfect V-shaped view from where she was sitting.

"I know you're not a fan of tight clothes," Kate countered, "but it looks nice on you. Makes your boobs look amazing."

Deena playfully elbowed Kate's arm, a small smile brightening her downcast expression.

Sam watched the two girls as it unfolded - the low-cut shirt, the raised eyebrows from Kate as she scanned Deena's body, the laughter following her joking shove. Had she imagined the flickers of lighthearted tension between them? She averted her gaze, envy bubbling up in her throat. She pulled her tucked hair out from behind her ears to cover the burning, red blush she felt building there.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Deena asked, insecurity still swimming in her mind despite Kate's compliment. She looked up at Sam, who appeared to be too interested in her tater tots to hear the shirt dilemma. Although she was somewhat relieved, she felt a pang of disappointment at Sam's disinterest; she was the only person Deena had hoped would look at her.

"Sam's got a new boyfriend," Simon answered, his voice half-muffled by a mouthful of dull-brown burger, oblivious to the sideways glances being thrown around the table.

"And he's from Sunnyvale," Kate added, spitting out the town name as though it tasted worse than the school lunch.

"What? Isn't that, like, against town law or something?"

"That's what I'm saying!" Simon accidentally spewed small chunks of meat on his tray in the midst of his excitement.

"What's his name?" Deena covered herself with her jacket again.

"Peter."

"Peter? Oh, come on, you could've at least picked a guy who didn't have a basic name," Simon rolled his eyes, as if 'Simon' was the most unique name on the planet.

"Honestly, yeah, kinda sounds a little too basic," Deena said, her eyebrows furrowed. She felt a heat tightening within her chest. She was angry at herself, at Sam, at the world.

"I'm not making him up, if that's what you're suggesting." Sam cast a glare across the table, but it didn't stop them.

"Which Peter? I mean, there's Peter Williams, Peter Anderson, Peter Moore..." Simon counted along on his fingers.

"Oh, no," Deena interrupted, a smirk pulling her lips. "He goes to another school. You wouldn't know him."

The two threw their heads back and laughed. Deena felt the fury in her chest loosen slightly, a bit of relief found in the pain she caused others. It was her defense mechanism: when the world turns to shit, you act even worse - that's how you survive.

Sam was on her feet, her eyes full of tears and frustration. "His name's Peter Brody, and he's number 29 on the Sunnyvale football team, and he's actually a good fucking guy, unlike you." Her eyes narrowed, focusing on Deena, who suddenly didn't find the whole thing all that funny anymore.

And with that, Sam picked up her lunch tray, turned on her heel, and walked out of the cafeteria.

***

Monday dragged on, every class seeming longer than usual for both Sam and Deena as they sat in separate silences. Though apart, they each felt the same waves of guilt, anger, and sadness wash over them in cycles as clocks ticked their way to the end of the school day.

Deena was walking out of band practice, which had only extended her already-exhausting day, when she spotted a familiar head of blonde leaning against the cinder-block wall across the hallway.

"Hey," Sam said, reaching her hand out slightly. Her hair was tied back, adorned with an azure bow, and she wore her cheerleading uniform to match.

Deena stopped as guilt flooded her lungs once again. "Hey," she replied in a whisper muffled by her emotions.

"I just got out of practice. Want to walk together?"

Deena could tell Sam was lying. Kate normally waited with her, and they would both be shiny with sweat. The water bottle in Sam's hand was almost empty, meaning she had likely been waiting for quite a while.

Deena nodded, and they started to make their way towards the exit that led to the student lot.

"I just wanted to say sorry," Sam began, "for earlier. It was pretty shitty of me to say that."

"Yeah, but I was being shitty, too." Deena pushed open the heavy, navy-blue door. Sunlight blinded both of them. "I just can't believe you'd get a boyfriend and not tell me."

Sam stayed silent, unable to come up with a reply. Deena had been the first person she wanted to tell, but Kate saw Peter grab her ass after last weekend's game, and suddenly her boyfriend was all anyone could talk about. Sam didn't even know why she had agreed to go out with him in the first place. Everyone had said it must've been a prank, because why else would a Sunnyvaler date a Shadysider? Something about the whole relationship gave Sam a twinge of nausea if she thought about it too much, so she just tried not to think about it.

But she had wanted to tell Deena. She had wanted to see if she would be even a little jealous at the idea of her having a boyfriend. It just hadn't played out that way.

"See you tomorrow?" Sam said, stopping at the curb.

"Is your dad picking you up?" Deena looked around for the familiar, beat-up Ford that Sam's father drove, but to no avail.

"He should be here soon."

Deena knew he had a tendency to flake on his daughter, despite being the one who got custody in their divorce battle. Although Deena hated him for his neglect, she was silently, selfishly grateful that Sam didn't move to Sunnyvale with her mom. Regardless, if her dad wasn't here now, the sun would probably set before he'd remember to show up.

"Come on," Deena said. "I'll drive you home."

The drive was almost-silent. A disc played Pixies at a volume low enough to just barely understand over the sound of rumbling tires on uneven gravel. Sam's house was a bit out of the way for Deena, but as she was slowly realizing, she'd do almost anything for her.

"Thanks for the ride," Sam smiled sheepishly, pulling her backpack up from the floor. She started to open the car door, then hesitated. "Actually, wait, can I ask you something?"

Deena's heart leapt into her throat. "Shoot."

"Are you and Kate, um... like, together, at all?"

"What? No, no no no." A chuckle slipped past Deena's lips at the idea.

Sam must've thought Deena was laughing at her, because she felt her ears grow warm in embarrassment. "Oh, sorry, I just thought... I saw how you two were at lunch today and it just, I don't know. I thought you weren't telling me something." Sam looked at her sneakers, almost pristine white with the exception of faded grass stains on the toes.

"No, we're just friends, I promise. We've been best friends forever. I mean, she was there when I first got boobs, so, I mean, that's just how we are." Deena immediately cringed at that sentence. Way to make it better, dumbass, she thought.

"Oh. Okay. She just talks about you all the time to me, whenever we're at practice, you know? She'll say things like 'Damn, didn't Deena look really good today?' to me, like, all the time."

Deena let herself laugh at that. "Oh, really? Wooow. Good to know."

"I mean, from that I just kind of assumed that you guys had a thing. How could I not, right?"

Deena nodded, understanding that Kate's comments were her attempts at being a good wingman and not confessions of underlying feelings. "Kate and I both like girls, yeah, but not each other, not like that." Deena's gaze flickered over Sam's face, taking in her eyes, her ears, her lips. "Definitely not like that," she added in a soft whisper.

Sam looked up and smiled sweetly, her stare lingering for a moment too long before she returned to the moment. "Well, thanks again for the ride. See you tomorrow." She gave an adorable little wave as she stepped out of Deena's car.

"See ya," Deena replied, her stomach fluttery.

***

The days passed, and the friend group of four had returned to almost-normal. The only thing out of place happened on Friday night, after the second football game of the season. Normally, they would all grab pizza and watch a movie after the game, but this time was different.

"Peter invited me to a Sunnyvale party," Sam explained when they met in the middle of the field as the crowd started to file out. "Maybe next week?"

So Deena, Kate, and Simon ate their pizza without Sam, feeling a tangible emptiness where she would normally be.

Kate's house was on the so-called "good side" of town, where the roads had less potholes and the houses had more structure. It was the most Sunnyvale-esque part of Shadyside. Her living room was homey, with family portraits on the walls and a couch that was lived-in but not worn-out. They had rented Candyman from the town's Blockbuster, which played on Kate's boxy TV.

"I don't like this," Simon said, chewing a pepperoni slice.

Kate responded without looking at him. "The pizza or the movie?"

"Actually, I like both of those things," Simon replied with conviction. "I was talking about Sam. It feels... I don't know, lonely?"

"What are we, chopped liver?" Deena joked.

"I mean, some days you can come close to it," he teased back.

They all returned their attention to the movie, red and white light bouncing across their faces. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door at the exact moment a jump-scare flashed on-screen, causing the trio to startle.

"I'll get it," Deena offered, jumping up from her seat.

She opened the front door to reveal Sam, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her hair was slick and her blue uniform looked damp. Her arms were wrapped around herself as she shivered in the cool October air.

"What the fuck happened?" Deena stepped out of the way to let Sam in.

Simon and Kate scrambled to join them when they realized who had arrived.

"Oh my God, what happened?" Kate plucked her school cardigan off the coatrack and wrapped it around Sam's shoulders.

"Did Petey break up with you?" Simon asked. "I mean, you guys were only dating a week. It couldn't've been that serious, right?"

Kate elbowed Simon in the stomach at his insensitive comment, eliciting a pained groan from him.

Sam hugged the cardigan around herself, but moved her arms enough to reveal "IT" scribbled in black Sharpie under her cheerleading uniform's "SH".

"What the fuck?" Deena repeated, this time more to herself than Sam.

"God, those assholes really have no idea how much uniforms cost," Kate muttered.

"And they... they p-poured ice water on m-me," Sam stuttered just as Simon returned from the living room with a throw blanket. She gave him a grateful smile as she enveloped herself in it.

"C'mon, let's sit down, alright?" Kate suggested. "You want a hot cocoa?"

Sam nodded and followed Deena and Simon to the couch, while Kate split off to the kitchen.

"They poured ice water on you?" Deena asked as she sat next to Sam, a hand around her shoulders.

"Th-they got someone to hold my arms back so they c-could write 'shit' on me, and then someone came outside with a bucket, and-" A small sob came out of Sam's throat, and another tear rolled down her cheek.

Deena didn't stop herself before reaching up and wiping it away. She let her fingers stay there for a moment, unable to think clearly.

Simon stood up quietly, making a hushed excuse about helping Kate with the hot chocolate before disappearing into the kitchen.

"He's such a douchebag," Deena muttered, furious that someone would hurt such a sweet creature like Sam. "I'm so sorry. I'll kick his ass for you."

Sam chuckled at her offer. "Can I watch?"

Deena laughed softly at her response, then realized that her hand was still pressed against Sam's cheek and pulled it away. She let it fall onto her leg, but Sam reached over and rested her own hand on Deena's.

After a minute of silence, Sam had almost stopped sniffling when she spoke again. "I don't even know why I agreed to go out with him. Like, damn, he's not even that hot. I could've at least gotten played by a hot guy." Sam half-giggled at herself then sighed. "I should've seen it coming."

"Hey, it's not your fault," Deena said, placing her other hand on top of Sam's. Her hand was cold and delicate between hers, and she hoped that holding it would provide some warmth to her.

"If I'm being honest," Sam continued, "I think I only really went out with him to forget about this other crush."

"Hold up, you never told me about that. Who is it?"

Deena's obliviousness faded away as Sam looked up at her with wide eyes. The jealousy, the talk in her car, the longing that filled the space between them now - at this moment, it all clicked into place.

"Oh," Deena whispered.

"Deena," Sam spoke, hushed as she leaned forward. "Can I...?"

"Please," Deena breathed as their lips touched, soft and scared and new all at once. The thought of crossing a line beyond the point of return flashed through their minds, but it seemed as though they both wanted to push the boundaries. Sam's free hand cupped Deena's cheek shyly, as Deena squeezed her other hand between hers. They treated each other carefully, as though kissing too hard might break the other, which would be a crime worse than death.

"YES!" Kate shouted, giving Simon a high-five. Some hot chocolate spilled out of the mug in her other hand and onto the floor, but they were both too enthusiastic to care.

"Finally, you guys!" Simon ran over to them, wrapping them both in a wide hug from behind the couch as a giant grin spread on his face.

"You guys were watching?!" Deena asked. She felt her cheeks flush as she pulled away.

"Duh!" Simon answered. "We've been waiting for this!"

"Took you guys for-fucking-ever," Kate said with a smile, handing Sam her cup.

Sam held the cup up to her newly-warmed lips, courtesy of Deena, and took a sip, looking over the edge at her. Deena saw her blue eyes crinkle into a smile, and her mouth returned the sweet sentiment.

[thorne93]

The Stars Made Us (Part 12)

Prompt: In this world, you’re one of the “lucky” ones who got a soulmate, but what if the universe gives you more than you bargained for?

(Prompt challenge – You live in a world where your soulmate can write on their skin and you will get the writing on your own and vice versa. Where they can wash away the ink on their own skin, however, the writing is forever scarred onto your skin until you meet face to face)

Word Count: 2671

Warnings: angst and language throughout

Notes: This was supposed to be for @sorryimacrapwriter​​​​  and their challenge like a year ago, I think? I still loved the prompt though and have been working on this story for quite some time. This aesthetic was made by @dontshootmespence​​​​, thank you so much! Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes​​​​, couldn’t have done it without you, as well as @carryonmyswansong​​​​ and @arrow-guy​​​​ and @mrs-dragneel-stark-solo​​​​

Also, I’ve never really liked the whole soulmate AU thing idea, but this felt so right and it was amazing to write. I hope y’all love it too!!

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“Y/N,” Charles started but you just glared at him before holding a finger up to silence him. Once you got it ordered you stuffed your phone back in your purse. 

“Y/N, please, I didn’t mean to slip up about the move,” he tried again. 

“We’ll talk about this when we aren’t on my parents front yard,” you responded with a calmed anger. 

Pretty soon, an uber was there to pick you up and take you to your home. You didn’t look at Charles once and you wondered if he was reading your mind. He promised he never would, but you two hadn’t argued like this before. 

Your luggage was set down and you were well prepared to just start boxing up what you could when Charles spoke again. 

“Please talk to me. You said we would talk about it later,” he begged. 

You slammed the books that you’d pulled off your shelf on the table. “I asked you to do one thing! One thing! They were already upset. We could’ve salvaged it. But you had to open your big mouth.” 

“It wasn’t on purpose! Besides, maybe if you had told your parents where you were and that we were coming it wouldn’t have been such a bomb to drop on them,” he countered.

“This is somehow my fault now?”

“No it’s not your fa--”

“It’s somehow my fault that you decided to throw the world’s biggest pity party and completely eradicate me from your life.” 

“I didn’t eradicate you, I thought about you every day,” he argued through clenched teeth.

“What a nice sentiment,” you hissed. “Did me a lot of good while I worried day and night if you were dead or alive!” 

Charles put his fingertips on his head before taking a deep breath. “Fine. You’re right. This isn’t your fault. Not alone anyway. I should’ve never cut you out the way I did, and you should’ve told your parents where you were and that we’d sorted our troubles out. Otherwise I look like the bad guy who fooled their daughter into loving him.” 

You wanted to argue. You were so mad. At Charles for what he did, for what he said, and at your parents for not just listening to you. Why didn’t they just trust you? You sighed internally. Because they didn’t know him like you did. Sure, you could explain all of his powers, all of the troubles he faced, all of the loss he’s had but couldn’t they just trust you? Charles didn’t need to be exposed and exploited like that just so your parents would understand he’d never do anything like that again. 

But you knew that he was right. Maybe if you’d called a month ago and explained everything, or at least told them he had a really rough year, they’d be more supportive of this. But as it stood, they only saw a man that hurt you deeply, and that you were perhaps too young or too love struck to see that he was really a charlatan, someone not to be trusted. Someone who would hurt you again. 

Like your dad said, this wasn’t some silly high school break up. You’d put all romance on hold, saving everything for Charles, the day you’d finally meet. He was your boyfriend, your longstanding love. So when he stopped responding, it was almost as bad as a divorce. A once integral part of your day had disappeared without a trace and no way for you to know why or how it had happened. 

But now he had no way to close you out. It would all be different now. If only you could make them understand. 

With that, hot tears streamed down your face and Charles rushed to envelope you in his arms. “There, there. It’ll all be alright,” he assured. 

You started to pull away. “I have packing to do,” you said through the lump in your throat. 

He tugged you back against him. “No, you don’t. You have to meet with your landlord and the realtor tomorrow. I’ll get this all boxed up for you while you’re gone. But right now you’re upset. I am sorry for what I said, truly. It was a stupid mistake. As far as your parents, we’ll get them to come around. You’re they’re only daughter. They love you and they’ll understand in time that things happen in relationships.” 

“You sure?” you asked, pressing your face into his shoulder.

“I’m positive,” he insisted, rubbing your back. “Why don’t you give me a grand tour to take your mind off things?” 

You nodded, stepping away to wipe your nose and face. “Well, this is the kitchen,” you said, walking into the open area behind the counter. “Not much to see except a mixer. I’ve got a truck load of pots, pans, molds, and baking supplies though,” you said as you walked to the pantry. When you opened the doors you heard Charles gasp. 

“That is a hell of a lot of kitchen utensils. I’m not sure we’ve got the room.” 

You smiled. “I’ll make room.” 

“This is your...office, I suppose?” he asked, gesturing to the dining area. The dining area was actually just a small breakfast table next to a large built in book case. The table was littered with books and notebooks. “I took you to be a lot more organized than this,” he tsked. 

“Oh, well excuse me for not having maids,” you retorted, making a sour face. 

He laughed. “Touchy, touchy. And the bedroom?” 

“Are you trying to be clever?” you asked with a cocked brow.

“No, but if it’s working, I’m certainly happy to be of service.” 

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not. Let me show you the bathroom. I redid it myself,” you boasted, taking his hand and leading him all around. You showed him every room, and he often asked about unique items you had. You showed up your patio and yard, sharing times you’d sat out there for hours sending him text messages. Every room, every foot was a memory soaked in Charles’s presence, whether he knew it or not. 

By the end of the evening, you two had fallen asleep in each other’s arms on top of the blankets in your room -- soon to be your old room.  

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You stirred when the sun hit your eyes. You forgot to draw the shades closed last night. When you began to move, it woke Charles who groaned in the most adorable way. 

“Good morning,” you greeted in a warm voice. 

“Mmm, morning.” He rolled and kissed your head. “You ready for your day?” 

“I will be after six more hours of sleep,” you moaned, rolling into him. How magically blissful it was to wake up next to him.

He chuckled. “I guess we should start the day,” he suggested, reluctance in his voice. 

“You’re right.” And so the two of you got up, you grabbed a shower and Charles got dressed. While you were getting ready, you went over the plan for the day. “Okay, so I’m going to meet with the realtor, then I have to go meet my landlord -- shoot that reminds me I need to grab some boxes to box up my office. I’ll have to run and do that too.”

“And while you’re gone, I’ll box up the house,” he noted. 

“Thanks.”

“Any preference? Would you like all fragile things in one box, or how do you like it?” 

“However you think is best. I think I'd prefer to keep all the stuff organized by room.” 

“I’ll try my best,” he offered and you smiled at him in the mirror as you curled your hair and he began to brush his teeth. 

Once you two were all ready, you began your day. Charles started in the room you had the least amount of stuff in - the dining room. It was a dining table and a small chest filled with recipe books. You met with your landlord first for the office. You gave him the date you’d be gone and you two revised the lease agreement. Your lease wasn’t up for another few months but because you’d been a great tenant, he decided to let you close the agreement for the end of the month. 

After that, your stop was the realtor’s and she said she needed to come see your home. 

When you got home, Charles had only gotten one room completely packed and had started on the living room. 

“Ugh,” you groaned. “I really need to go through all this stuff. I’d hate to pack it, just to find out I need to throw it away when it gets there.” 

“We can always go through everything together,” he suggested.

“Actually, we need to clean. The realtor is coming over to give me a loose appraisal,” you sighed. “Guess we should order pizza and get started. I’ll start throwing stuff out tomorrow,” you conceded.

Charles nodded and you two began cleaning the kitchen like crazy. 

The night drug on, and around 11 pm, you finally called it quits. You’d scrubbed, brushed, dusted, mopped two rooms. The rest would have to wait until the morning. 

So it did. 

The next morning, you spent all day cleaning until the realtor arrived at 5, did a thorough walkthrough, showed you comparable homes in the area, then discussed how she worked. Once you agreed on a list price and her commission, she said she’d get the papers to you tomorrow. At that point, you began to go through old files in your office and books. You were surprised at how much you actually threw away. 

The next day, the realtor and your landlord had their paperwork ready to be signed. You headed into the city to sign the documents and box up your office. 

Shortly after you left though, Charles had a thought. He ordered an uber and took it all the way to your parents house.

When he arrived, he wasn’t entirely sure what he’d say. He had planned part of it, he’d been thinking about what to say ever since your parents had shown their disapproval. He’d practiced several speeches, gone over many mock conversations in his head, but now that he stood on the doorstep, he wasn’t sure anything he said would be right, or if he should even be here. 

He wondered that too -- if he was overstepping a boundary, talking to your parents when you hadn’t asked him to, but he knew how close you were to them and he didn’t want to see that end just because the two of you were in love. He felt he had a duty to try and mend things, make them understand if he could.

He took a deep breath and knocked on the door. When they answered, they weren’t overly hateful or cruel, but they weren’t exactly thrilled either. 

“Charles?” your mother, Tracy, greeted. “Where’s Y/N?” she asked, poking her head out a bit to peer around. 

“She’s not here, Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s just me. I was wondering if we could talk?” he inquired. He desperately wanted to use his powers but invading your parents privacy like that to gain an edge in this dispute felt wrong on many levels. No, he needed to fight this battle fair and square. 

Tracy eyed him up and down curiously before glancing to her husband, Frank. He bobbed his head side to side, falling into submission. She nodded and opened the door wider and stepped back to let Charles in. 

“So where is Y/N?” Frank asked, crossing his arms. 

“She’s signing papers. Putting the house up for sale and releasing her office.” 

“Ah,” Frank said, nodding his head in disbelief. “So why are you here?”

“If I may,” he offered, gesturing to the living room. The two of them nodded before leading him to the sitting area. He sat on the chair and they sat adjacent to him on the couch. “I...love your daughter. I know what I did was...awful. To be honest, I haven’t forgiven myself for how I treated her. She didn’t deserve that, at all.”

“No, she didn’t,” Frank agreed quickly and harshly. 

“I lost a dear friend. A girl I grew up with. She’s really like a sister to me, she was raised with me, my parents took her in when she had nowhere to go. She and I had an argument, a rather nasty fight, and she left with another man I called friend. I haven’t heard from them in over a year. On top of that, I started a school for special children, at my home. I completely renovated it to function as a school and boarding home. Only, after a semester I was met with so many threats and opposition, I had to close down the school, for the safe and sake of the children.”

Your parents shifted uncomfortably as they listened.

“On top of this, I was paralyzed. The friend that took my sister away… he accidentally shot me in the back, and left me paralyzed. I was only able to cope with the pain through a strong drug a very dear friend of mine created -- he’s a scientist, you see. He’s an engineer, a biochemist, he can do anything. He created a serum that helped me to walk and not feel pain, but my other… motor functions weren’t as good, my mind would be a bit foggy. So I could either be in pain, but have mental clarity, or numb it, as best I could. I chose to numb it, to numb out everything I’d lost. I have other friends who were lost to tragic accidents. I’m not asking you to give me an excuse. I don’t deserve one. Y/N deserved the truth. I should’ve told her that I was in a dark place and that it would be best if we didn’t talk. Honestly, sometimes I think if I’d just reached out to her, she would have saved me from myself, but I didn’t. I reclused into myself. I was a very, very depressed person and didn’t want to bring her down with me. I supposed that when I got better, I’d contact her and tell her everything… but I never got better. As time went on and I didn’t hear from my sister or my friend, I just got worse. I sunk into a hole that was...very hard to get out of.” 

“That’s all very sad,” Tracy offered, “but you hurt our daughter very deeply.”

“I know,” he agreed softly. “I just want you to know it wasn’t intentional.” 

“Intentional or not,” Frank began, “she reached out several times. She showed us she did, and you couldn’t even send her a message back.” 

All he could do was shrug. “As I said, I was in a dark place. However, I was also in a place to do it. She didn’t know my name, who I was, or how to contact me other than by text or email. It was easy to keep her away, to keep her at bay. But now, she knows me, I know her, and I can’t imagine life without her. I will do everything I can to make her as happy as she can possibly be,” he vowed. 

Tracy and Frank glanced at each other. 

“I don’t want Y/N to get hurt, but as long as she’ll have me, I’ll be there for her, by her side. It’s where I belong. The universe put us together for a reason,” he pleaded. 

However, they remained silent. Steadfast in their opposition of the relationship. 

“Just… something to think about. I’ll leave you to it. I’m sorry to interrupt your day,” he softly apologized as he stood. Tracy nodded and stood to show him to the door while Frank seemed to stare into nothingness. 

Charles had no idea if his words had any affect on them. He could have probed their mind but he felt that violated too much of their privacy. He wanted to do this the honorable way.

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[freedom-in-the-dark]

James Flint Is Gay: A Meta Post

[slides into the Black Sails fandom late with Starbucks]

Hey! What’s up! Here’s a post no one asked for but I wrote mostly for me. Before we get into it, I’ve got some big notices to put on the top here.

DISCLAIMER: If you interpret James as bi, and you prefer that, I am not trying to say you can’t do that or to convince you otherwise! 

You do you! If you’re not cool with seeing him as gay, please do us both a favor and keep scrolling past this post! I’m mildly aware that this fandom has a history of rough discourse surrounding this topic, but I cannot emphasize enough that I am new here, and this post is not an attack. Please do me the courtesy of not attacking me or blocking me or whatnot because I’m not trying to start drama lol. And for what it’s worth, I myself am bi (well, bi ace), so I’d like to think I’m being objective.

This post exists simply because I like to write meta out with my arguments / evidence lined up in a row; it gets things out of my head and onto a screen, and I find it satisfying. And if I’m doing it anyway, I might as well share.

So if you see James as gay, or have an open mind to that interpretation… please allow me to take you on this adventure under the cut. I’m sure it’s obvious, but this contains spoilers? Lol.

Here we go!

Compulsory Heterosexuality vs “Bi Erasure”

Firstly… to address some stuff I’ve seen in my limited Black Sails fandom travels right out of the gate: I’ve seen people imply that interpreting James as gay is “bi erasure,” or they ask “Why are you erasing that James was attracted to Miranda and had an affair with her?”

But to that I say: it’s far more complicated than that.

Gay people can have sexual relationships with people of the opposite sex, especially until / or before they identify as gay. This is how so many gay people can be married to the opposite sex and have biological kids, and then later realize their truth and come out to themselves and their families. Having those experiences or even some variation of actionable attraction to people of other sexes in the past doesn’t negate their ability to later identify as gay, once they stop burying those parts of themselves and/or experience something that “brings that part of them into the light.”

This is why the phrase compulsory heterosexuality exists. The phrase was originally coined by Adrienne Rich in a 1980 essay titled “Compulsory Heterosexuality and the Lesbian Experience.” So yes, let me make this clear: this term originated in reference to lesbians and feminist theory, and then the idea was later expanded upon to include discussions of gay men by other academics in the early 2000s. I’m not gonna dive too deeply into it here, but in essence–as the name implies–this is the idea that patriarchal and heteronormative societies are viewed as the default, so individuals are assumed (by themselves and otherwise) to be heterosexual until “proven” otherwise. Through these standards that are seen as “normal,” people are also taught from a young age–whether explicitly or subconsciously through society–that anything that deviates from those ~straight norms~ leads to negative consequences. And so, society encourages people to avoid sexual exploration, because having experiences with someone of the same sex is what can often bring their gay identity into focus.

In the case of Black Sails, this is all very much emphasized at the forefront because it’s a historical drama. Aside from racism/slavery, patriarchy and heteronormativity are what the characters are actively going to war against.

So, the point in me defining all of this? No one—or at least, not me—is saying that James didn’t have a sexual relationship with Miranda. That’s not in question. But that doesn’t necessarily make him bi, and it doesn’t mean the narrative isn’t structured in various ways that indicate otherwise.

Just keep this in the back of your brain, because I’m going to circle back around to it.

Anne, Flint, & Gay Rage

In the wise words of an old pirate captain: “Fruit, fruit. Tits, tits.” This show thrives on parallels, and gives us lines / scenes that apply to more than one character; it’s partially why the themes are so consistent, and if you ignore that, you can miss a lot of the nuance. Our resident angry gay gingers are one of the paralleled sets of characters.

This is not a meta about Anne… but talking about parts of Anne’s story can help to highlight some things about James’ story.

I tweeted this once: “Flint and Anne’s sexualities paralleled to show struggles with compulsive heterosexuality, fighting for the sake of fighting, bringing parts of themselves into the light, wrestling with being told they’re monsters and their distorted senses of self, etc.” and really, now I’m just here to elaborate.

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The word “monster” is a recurring theme in this show. It’s tied mostly to Flint and how he is told he is monstrous for loving a man, fears being “the villain” or “monster” in everyone’s stories, and eventually embraces that monstrous portrayal in service of his goals–even as the violence is slowly devastating to him. But the other character the word “monster” is used in reference to? Anne.

A quote by Max:

“Idelle, how would you feel if the one man you thought would never betray you did? If he purchased for himself a future through that betrayal? If you were told by a world full of men that that betrayal confirmed for them that they were right to see you as a monster to be shunned? She's not mad. She is adrift.”

In some ways, this quote is also the story of what has happened to James in his life, over and over. (Not to say this is what Jack intended to do to Anne, but the parallels inherent in Max’s line itself cannot be denied.) 

James is repeatedly betrayed by those he trusts: Admiral Hennessey; Peter Ashe; Hal Gates. All of them try to get him to conform to heteronormative society–including Gates, because even if he didn’t know it, that’s what he was doing by trying to get James to take a pardon. That’s why James reacts with such instinctual panic and kills him; the idea of being forced to apologize to and assimilate back into heteronormative society puts him at a breaking point. (It can even be argued that Miranda “betrays” James in this way too by trying to get him to take a pardon and go to Boston–which is where his “and they called me a monster” speech comes in–and that also contributed to how James later panics and kills Gates for trying to force him to do the same. Miranda tried in a well-meaning way to get James to move on, because she isn’t fully understanding what James wrestles with; but I’ll go back to that.)

Again, these parallels are deliberate. Anne and Flint are the two main gay characters who wrestle with their supposed “monstrosity” in the eyes of everyone else, because they don’t fit in. They are “othered.” It’s not simply about their violence; for these characters, it’s about what their violence is in service of achieving, which is tied to their sexuality.

Anne is seen as a “monster” for slaughtering the men who abused Max, who is not only a fellow woman but also a fellow lesbian, in a way that Anne is undeniably drawn to even before she lets herself acknowledge the feeling. We as viewers are meant to see this and understand this, and we do. Anne is ostracized for violence that was motivated by her sexuality, which is partially why Max tells her that she understands her violence and will protect her–because Max is not only also a woman in a patriarchal society, but she is gay too.

Flint is seen as a “monster” first and foremost by England, for his sexuality… and then, later, by everyone else for the actions he takes because of his sexuality. Again: the violence he commits cannot be divorced from his sexuality because it is the reason for it. It’s what informs it.

I tweeted about this once too, but in many ways Anne and Flint’s kindred displays of brutality and anger and “fighting for the sake of fighting” (a quote by Miranda which applies to them both) are informed by their desire/need for gay tenderness. The world has too often denied them that tenderness and their expressions of their sexualities, or demonized them for wanting it, and their violence is the result. 

Here’s a quote from Deborah Tolman with regards to how compulsory heterosexuality affects men, which she calls “hegemonic masculinity”:

"These norms demand that men deny most emotions, save for anger; be hard at all times and in all ways; engage in objectification of women and sex itself; and participate in the continuum of violence against women."

The anger and hardness is a huge part of the personas both Flint and Anne have to put on for survival. I include Anne in this because she uniquely lives her life in a “male” role to survive the male-dominated world of piracy, and she’s clearly not immune from these unspoken masculine guidelines: she refers to Max as “the whore” half the time as a defense mechanism. Flint and Anne lash out, they’re hard and angry and violent for the sake of their personas, and it’s all because... inside, they just want to be soft and gay with who they love.

Anne, Flint, & Compulsory Heterosexuality (Not Bi Erasure)

In Black Sails, we are shown the story of a gay person who has a consistent sexual relationship with someone of the opposite sex, but is running from internal truths about themselves in some ways in the process. That person is Anne.

Struggling with compulsory heterosexuality is explicitly Anne Bonny’s prime storyline in the show and that is not up for debate (and I’ve rarely seen people disagree); but I argue that it is also part of James’ storyline, and he is paralleled significantly with Anne to make that clear. It’s just overall more subtle because it’s not the prime focus of James’ story the way it is for Anne, because James’ realizations happened largely in the past and we’re seeing the aftermath of it. The parallels are there, and I’ll be breaking some of them down.

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From episode one, we are told that Anne has a sexual relationship with Jack…. But later on, she tells Jack that she “can’t be [his] wife,” even though they’ll be partners forever. Why? What changed? The answer is that she’s been with Max and realized that she’s gay. It doesn’t mean Anne didn’t have sex with a man in the past and even enjoy it on some level, but it does mean that she knows now that she was using that sex partially to distract from things about herself that she was doing her best to ignore.

Multiple lines by Max (to Anne) tell us this:

3x03: “When you and I began you did not choose me. Something that lives inside you beyond choice made it so.”

2x01: “But perhaps there is something else underlying it. Something hiding in a place not even you can see. Perhaps… we would do well to bring it into the light.”

Before I continue, let me remind you of something: when writers decide to show viewers something on screen, that is done with intent, especially in a show like Black Sails where not a single moment is wasted. Remember this. What they show us, and what they don’t show us, are both deliberate choices.

So what are we shown about Anne’s sexual relationship with Jack? We get exactly one scene of her having sex with him. We are shown Anne riding Jack in a way where neither party was particularly enthused. Does this mean they definitely never had sex in the past that they both enjoyed on some level? No. But they showed us this one scene on purpose: to emphasize the stark difference when Anne has enjoyable sex with Max, an experience that forever changes her.

So what are we shown about James’ sexual relationship with Miranda? We get exactly one scene of him having sex with her. It is the most depressing sex scene of all time, James is just lying there to try to be helpful for her to chase her own pleasure, and he doesn’t even touch her. Does this mean they never had sex in the past that they both enjoyed, especially back during their affair in London? No. But we are never shown any of that. We never see them have sex in London before James’ relationship with Thomas; we never see them having good sex with each other after it all goes to hell. And that is a deliberate choice.

Why? Because all of the above info about Anne and her compulsory heterosexuality journey also applies to James McGraw, and his relationships with Miranda and Thomas.

“They paint the world full of shadows... and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons, their judgments. Because in the darkness, there be dragons. But it isn't true. We can prove that it isn't true. In the dark, there is discovery, there is possibility, there is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it.”

The realizations James came to about his sexuality (just like Anne did) inform much of his tangled story with the Hamiltons, and much of the tragedy of Miranda and James’ situation after the loss of Thomas. We are shown the way James and Miranda are no longer perfectly aligned after that loss, and grief is undeniably a part of it… but it goes beyond that. It’s more complicated than that. 

That sad sex scene is not solely about grief; remember, that scene takes place ten years after they lose Thomas. It takes place during a time where Miranda is already thinking about and will soon actively try to tell James that they need to move on, without understanding why the loss of Thomas affects him in a profoundly different way than it affects her. I am not minimizing her loss or her grief whatsoever; but it is undeniably more complicated for James, and it’s why he can’t move on.

In episode 1x07:

James: “Have you no memory of how we got here? What they took from us?”

Miranda: “What does it matter now? What does it matter? What does it matter what happened then if we have no life now?”

James is, of course, appalled by this. I’ll talk about why momentarily.

The next time James is in Nassau (2x03), he goes to see Miranda and tries to apologize that night, but she’s otherwise engaged. So he stands outside of her window looking in, surrounded by darkness, while she’s playing the clavichord with children in the light. It is symbolically the domestic version of a heterosexual ideal. He is “othered” by the camera angles / framing, and the dark / light aspects. James is relegated to being an outsider literally because as Flint he’s a pirate, but metaphorically because he’s gay; the reason we as viewers are given that scene is to underscore that he feels he has no place in that display.

Ultimately, James is misaligned with Miranda after the loss of Thomas (shown in both the sad sex scene and arguments) in a way that goes beyond grief. The implication is that things cannot ever be the same for him again since the loss of “his truest love” and the truths he learned about himself.

If James and Miranda were simply at odds with one another because of grief, it would be far less of a “tragedy” in some ways. But James cannot heal the way Miranda slowly finds the way to over ten years, because Thomas signifies things for James that Miranda cannot relate to. In London, when Thomas is taken from them, Miranda even yells to James, “He is my husband!” Her grief and rage are shown as equal to James at the start and have extreme validity; the two of them are partners in the plan to kill Alfred Hamilton for revenge; but then she is able to somewhat move on, whereas James is not.

Why? Because, for James, Thomas was not just his (truest) love; Thomas was the awakening of his fullest self as a gay man.

In the same way that Anne can’t be Jack’s “wife” after she’s been with Max and realizes she’s gay, James cannot content himself with fulfilling the role of Miranda’s “husband” after he’s been with Thomas and realizes he’s gay. Neither of these facts minimize Anne’s love and devotion to Jack, or James’ love and devotion to Miranda; they are undeniably two sets of partners. But Anne and James are forever altered by their experiences with same sex lovers, and the truths about themselves that were brought into the light as a result.

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Another part of the tragedy of James and Miranda is what happens right when we see Miranda grasp the significance of all of the above. Whether or not she grasped it before in the past, we are shown it only once on screen, and that’s in Charlestown. 

Peter Ashe says this in 2x09:

“You will tell them about the affair with Thomas. You will tell them how it ended. You will explain to them what it drove you to do. You will reveal everything. And when you do, Captain Flint will be unmasked, the monster slain. And in his place will stand before all the world a flawed man, a man that England can relate to and offer its forgiveness.”

This is James’ worst nightmare; we know as such from what he told Miranda back in 1x07, and from when he killed Gates. And yet, here and now in 2x09, he is exhausted from pushing back against heteronormative society, all he wants is to retire the mantle of Flint born of gay rage, and he actually contemplates playing by their rules and giving into their judgements of his sexuality... until Miranda comes to his defense.

In season 1, Miranda didn’t seem to fully understand James’ thoughts on this, but here–in combination with her realizations about Peter Ashe’s betrayals–she finally does. And she’s not having it.

“What forgiveness are you entitled to while you stand back in the shadows pushing James out in front of the world to be laid bear for the sake of the truth? Tell me, sir, when does the truth about your sins come to light?”

And the moment she is yelling in rage on behalf of James, and their combined loss, and how Peter would dare to force James to experience shame about his sexuality again–she is instantly shot for it. A woman who’s yelling on behalf of a gay man? In a patriarchal heteronormative society? It has no place. England makes that clear.

It all further underlines James’ sense of “otherness”... and now he decides to embrace it, even at his own emotional detriment. He will no longer try to fit in or reason with them; he will no longer accept their halfway measures of pardons. He can’t, because in the eyes of England, all that he is as a gay man is abhorrent.

2x10: “Everyone is a monster to someone. Since you are so convinced that I am yours, I will be it.”

3x05, to the Maroon Queen: “...England takes whatever, whenever, however it wants. Lives. Loves. Labor. Spirits. Homes. It has taken them from me. I imagine that it has taken it from you.”

The Way James Views Miranda

And here is where I simply give you more food for thought–or further “evidence” of James being gay, if you will.

All of Flint’s lines about how he views Miranda are worded very, very deliberately.

Here’s a minor one, from 1x05:

“So you can probably guess it isn't as much fun to tell stories about how your captain makes a home with a nice Puritan woman who shares his love of books.”

There is nothing overtly romantic or sexual about this. It’s said in a one-on-one conversation with Billy, where Flint neither has to make the relationship sound like something it isn’t nor refuse to give any info whatsoever. So he goes with what is the seemingly-mild truth.

But 3x01, convincing the men to forego pardons:

“But what price surrender? To beg forgiveness from a thing that took my woman from me? My friend?”

“My woman” is what Flint says for the benefit of the men… these men who are part of the heteronormative world they all live in, and still value sexual relationships with women above all else. It’s about hegemonic masculinity, remember? (“Objectification of women and sex itself.”) He’s doing his best to speak their language. 

But “my friend” is a secondary line that was not needed for the purposes of this speech, but James could not keep himself from adding it in a quieter tone–because that’s who Miranda was to him. His friend. Not his woman, which drips sexism and sexual undertones. Not his wife. Not even his “love,” which he could’ve used if he wanted to be ambiguous and sneak a Thomas reference in; he said “my woman” to appeal to the men, and then he added “my friend” because in the face of her memory he couldn’t help it.

And lastly, in 3x03, we begin to hear from “ghost Miranda.” 

But what is ghost Miranda? She’s a voice from James’ traumatized mind. Everything she says to him is about truths he already knows and/or things he is hiding from himself. So what “she” says here is a voice from James’ mind; it’s about how James sees her, and subtly elaborates on his sexuality in the process.

“When I first met you, you were so... Unformed. And then I spoke and bade you cast aside your shame, and Captain Flint was born into the world... the part of you that always existed yet never were you willing to allow into the light of day. I was mistress to you when you needed love. I was wife to you when you needed understanding. But first and before all... I was mother. I have known you like no other. So I love you like no other. I will guide you through it, but at its end is where you must leave me. At its end is where you will find the peace that eludes you, and at its end lies the answer you refuse to see.”

This does not diminish Miranda’s importance to James in the least! In fact, it emphasizes it, and it is all part of why he is so ruined over her! But it is also, in the oddest way, an elaboration upon how he isn’t bi: Miranda was his partner in many things, including shared grief and revenge and some semblance of life for ten long years; and she was also was instrumental to his formation of himself as a person (“mother”), and his acceptance of himself as a gay man (“love” and “understanding”). This is how he sees her. Mistress and wife were roles she filled in his life, but above all, she contributed to the birth of Captain Flint–the personification of James’ gay rage.

Of course, the “answer” that ghost Miranda (the depths of James’ brain) alludes to here as well as her later words of “you are not alone” are all about James needing to recognize that Silver is a newfound partner and love for him… but that’s a whole other meta entirely.

Closing Thoughts

Look, did I consult a couple of specific scenes and look up transcripts to put quotes in this? Yes. But have I still only seen the show in its entirety once? Also yes. My point in mentioning this is that, if I did a full rewatch, there might even be more evidence I haven’t mentioned here. This isn’t meant to be comprehensive, but I do feel that it... certainly conveys the gist of the mood.

You may still agree to disagree if you prefer to see James Flint as bi; I’m not here to fight you on it and what queer characters mean to you personally. 

But for me, when surveying all available evidence, the narrative screams that he’s gay. In that sense, my thoughts on this matter are similar to my thoughts on the ending; sure, you can interpret it one way if you look at certain details, but if you take in all the evidence and the big picture as a whole… there’s a specific conclusion to be drawn.

Last thing I’ll say is this: Steinberg himself has said that Flint is gay, which I found out way after watching the show and forming this interpretation. And like... not that if I wanted to hardcore argue he was bi I wouldn’t disregard Steinberg’s words, because in my experience the narrative speaking for itself is always more important than than creators’ words, but... in this instance (as in all Black Sails instances I’ve come across), his words just underscore what the well-crafted narrative is already telling us, because the creators wrote this show with intent. They knew what they were doing.

And thus, I will quote him (from these GIFs) below.

“When we were trying to build the story, we wanted whatever this thing was that made [Flint] feel alienated to be so deeply tied into who he was that there was no way he was every going to dismiss this thing that happened to him. We wanted to make sure we understood what the reality was in England in terms of how homosexuality was perceived. In some ways it was more tolerated, in some ways it was significantly less tolerated. I think in terms of Flint being gay, it’s about the fact that it is a tool that is used politically when convenient to make somebody be a monster… and it isn’t even really about the relationship.”

(If you buy the series on iTunes, you get an “inside” look at every episode, including this one from 2x05.)

EDIT: I had no idea Toby Stephens basically confirmed my thoughts that James' relationship with Thomas was his actualization as a gay man, so excuse me as I lose my mind for a moment:

“I think his relationship to Thomas Hamilton, the initial friendship and then becoming lovers is sort of like the realization of himself. I think he became himself with Thomas Hamilton. His potential was unleashed with Hamilton.”

And just for fun, since I’m here anyway, here’s a piece of a Steinberg quote about Anne from the Fathoms Deep podcast.

“In terms of Rackham and Bonny, I think that was another thing that I assumed for a long time could never go away. That they were essentially, you know, that they were married. You know not legally, but they were functionally married. And then this story happened in Season 2 with Bonny, that I think with like with a gun to my head of things that I’m proud of with the show, probably at the top is this story of this woman coming out and understanding that she’s gay. . . And so when we got to a point where it was like, I think she’s gay? Like I don’t think this is something we want to be wishy-washy about. It required getting over that hump with Rackham of, ‘Well like what am I going to do with this relationship? I don’t want to split them up?’ And I think it became something way more interesting.”

Thanks for coming to my TED talk. I love James Flint and his gay rage, I love you if you read all of this, and I love my friend @sunbardy who dealt with me yelling about this in DMs and then proofread the doc.

Hit me up on Twitter @gaypiracy if you want, where I do most of my Black Sails related yelling. And shitposting. Because I contain multitudes.

Know No Shame, my friends.

[dizzconnected]

BREAKING THE CYCLE OF ADDICTION.

I am in an intensive outpatient substance abuse group right now for my severe alcoholism. I just learned the cycle of addiction, and it was too informative not to share.

It starts with our belief system. Most of our set beliefs as children come from our caregivers. What did we believe addicts and alcoholics looked like growing up? If I were to ask you to picture what an alcoholic or addict looked like at the top of your head, most people (scientifically speaking), think of a male, shabby clothes, homeless, dirty. This is what we believed an alcoholic or addict looks like. Or we had relatives who were and we saw how much they were ruining their lives. Also, what were your caregivers beliefs on alcohol? Did they accept it socially? As long as you’re of age? Never tolerated it? This plays a role too. Was alcohol normalized in the house?

So since we have a pretty good idea on our views of an alcoholic or addict, it’s safe to say that it’s very possible for us to minimize our addiction. “I’m not homeless”, “I only drink beer”, “I don’t drink or use everyday!” “I can still work and function” “I couldn’t be an addict or alcoholic because I don’t act like so and so! My usage really isn’t that bad!” Which perpetuates the cycle of using. If we don’t believe it’s a problem, why would we stop?

The next phase in the addiction is preoccupation. Which essentially means you are mostly if not completely focused on that one thought. In this case it’s about drinking or using. The preoccupation is usually what leads us to the next cycle, rituals. Every addict and alcoholic have rituals that happen before using. A lot of the time they’re subconscious. You look in your wallet to make sure you have enough money, you drive to the same liquor store every time, you drink or use in a specific place and a specific time. These are all unique to each individual. But these rituals are all of the things we do, NOT think, before using. And as soon as you start engaging in these behaviors whether consciously or subconsciously your brain and body have already gotten ready for the usage.

The third cycle is the compulsion. It’s exactly how it sounds. This is the act of you using.

The last cycle is despair. This is what follows using. You may be embarrassed, ashamed, angry at yourself. “I told myself I’d stop doing this! Why do I keep doing this! I’m a failure! I’ll NEVER get better, so why even try?!” Having these thoughts throw your brain and thinking back into the beginning of the cycle again. Preoccupation. The preoccupation stops the feelings of despair. And you keep continuing this cycle over and over again. Sometimes after certain consequences that come along with addiction (physical issues, divorce or separation, court involvement, losing children etc.) a light turns on which affects their belief system. (Oh wow. I really am an alcoholic/addict) you do not have to look like so and so for it to be a problem.

So what can you do? What part of the cycle can you control to stop this? A lot of people think it’s the preoccupation. (If I distract myself and don’t think about it I’ll be fine) but that’s like asking someone not to picture an elephant in the room when you tell them not to. It just doesn’t work. We can’t control our thoughts, and as addicts it happens, a lot. Multiple times. There’s nothing wrong with thoughts. Thoughts are not what leads to using. The ritualistic behavior is. And again, a lot of these are patterns we’ve done over and over again. Stopping those rituals is what’s important. You buy your alcohol at the same liquor store every time? Go to a different one. You check your wallet for money to buy substances? Switch which pocket you put your wallet in. It will give you a moment to think “oh shit, that’s right, my recovery.” Or put a picture of someone near and dear to you in your wallet so you stop and think each time you open it. Throw an AA book in your freezer where you usually keep your alcohol. Avoid your places you use. Switch things up. Whatever you decide to do to stop these rituals. When you engage in your using ritual, 9 times out of 10 you will end up using. So being self aware of what you do is what will make the difference. This is where you can make the change. And you can!

This was SO eye opening to me and has been the most helpful thing I’ve ever learned about addiction so I HAD to share it.

I wish you all the best, I believe in you, and remember, RECOVERY IS POSSIBLE!

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Qualified

Based off this post by @stop-it-anxiety

Summary: Virgil’s usual therapist was... unique. The man who just slumped into his seat is even unique-r. Of everything Virgil expected from the stranger, it definitely wasn’t actual advice. Pairings: Platonic sleepxiety, romantic remile, background LAMP, background RED Warnings: Sympathetic deceit (mentioned), food mention (kinda), like one swear, fears of abandonment

    Virgil hadn’t been thrilled about going to see yet another therapist. One too many bad experiences in the past had made him extremely hesitant when his boyfriends told him about Dr. Emile Picani.

    True to their word, however, Emile had been… unique, somehow in a good way. His methods weren’t orthodox, in any sense of the word, but they worked. It helped that Emile had seemed so familiar almost immediately, a feeling Virgil later attributed to how similar yet different he was from his boyfriends- logical like Logan, yet extremely bubbly like Patton. And for Roman, so much Disney. So, so much Disney.

    But it worked. Emile’s general kookiness and tendency to link problems to cartoons put Virgil more at ease than any clinical outlook at his problems ever had. It had been a few months since he first got asked, “Do you how do?” and he was doing surprisingly great.

    So, of course, now was the perfect time for things to go upside down.

   He had been anxiously checking the clock- it was normal for Emile to come in a little bit after the patient; he always had some dramatic entrance planned (Virgil was still finding glitter in his clothes from the time he had used a sparkle bomb), but five minutes late? The doc was normally very punctual- when the door opened. He glanced over, expecting to see Emile doing something positively ridiculous.

   Instead, someone in a black leather jacket and sunglasses breezed into the room, flopping into Emile’s chair and throwing their legs over one of the arms. Virgil watched, bewildered, as the stranger took a long sip from their starbucks cup.

   “So,” They drawled, letting their head roll to the side so they were actually looking at Virgil, “tell me about your emotional shit.”

   Virgil frowned, confused. “...Who are you?”

   “Emile is sick, so I’m your stand-in therapist.”

   “Did you even go to medical school?”

   “Listen, babes, we’re here to talk about you, not my qualifications.” They answered, taking another sip of their drink.

   Virgil crossed his arms. “Yeah, because talking to a wannabe rock star whose name I don’t even know and has probably never seen a degree of higher learning is going to do me a lot of good.”

   “You forgot caffeine addicted, sugar.” They replied, unfazed. “And if you want my name so bad, it’s Remy.”

   “Great.” Virgil said sarcastically. “Random stranger Remy, wannabe rock star with a coffee addiction, wants to try and help me solve my problems.”

   “Random stranger?” Remy repeated, sounding faux hurt. “I’m just a random stranger to you?”

   “I’ve never seen you before in my life.”

   “Yeah I got that bit.” Remy responded. “I’m hung up on the fact that you’ve never heard of me.”

   “Should I have?”

   Remy frowned, though he still sounded more amused than upset as he grumbled, “Figures Em would be responsible… not talking about his personal life with his patients…”

   “Actually, that reminds me.” Virgil said, mostly ignoring the mumbles. “How do you even know Emile? Are you a past patient with an authority complex, or-”

   “I’m his better boyfriend.” Remy said, cutting Virgil off.

   Virgil scoffed. “Better? Oh, so it’s a superiority complex.”

   “Nah, it’s just the truth.” Remy countered. “See, Dante’s a knockout of a man, but he’s not willing to step up to bat when it matters. ‘Em’s sick, we should cancel his appointments.’ ‘No, Rem, you playing therapist is not a good idea.’ ‘I think you drinking another coffee right now will kill you do you really think you can offer any form of sane therapy.’ He’s such a killjoy.”

   “Did you ever consider he might have been right?”

   “Very briefly, yes.” Remy admitted with another sip of what Virgil now suspected to be a supposedly fatal coffee. “But listening to him wouldn’t have been much fun.”

   “So you decided to disturb your boyfriend’s patients?”

   “Of course not!” Remy replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. “I’m here to disturb a patient. You’re the only person Em was seeing today, so here I am! To deliver you helpful emotional advice!”

   Virgil chuckled. “Yeah, that’s going to go well.”

   “Well it might if you actually told me something.” Remy said, shifting in the chair so his legs were hooked over the top and his head was dangling above the ground. “Spill the tea, hunny.” He ordered while, somehow, taking a sip of his drink and neither spilling nor choking on it.

   “How- How are you doing that?” Virgil asked, thinking back to his one attempt to drink upside down. It had ended with a ruined shirt and a good two minutes of choked panic.

   “It’s an artform. Now spillllllllllll.”

   “This is extremely unprofessional.” Virgil responded before continuing, “But things are fine. There’s the fear of abandonment but that’s nothing new-”

   “Don’t care if it isn’t new.” Remy said, stopping Virgil. “Sounds important. Let’s start there.”

   Virgil raised an eyebrow questioningly. “You actually want to try and do something helpful?”

   “Did you think I wanted to hear about your most likely boring life for kicks?”

   “Basically, yeah.”

   “You give me no credit, babe. Just because I’m not certified to say helpful shit doesn’t mean I can’t.” Remy smirked. “Maybe you haven’t heard, but one of my boyfriends is a therapist. I’ve learned a lot from him.”

   “I find that doubtful, but go wild.” Virgil said, leaning back into the couch.

   Remy placed his cup down next to his head before pressing his hands together like a prayer beneath (or in this case, over) his chin. He wouldn’t have looked serious if he was sitting right-side up, but upside down just made him look even dorkier than his cartoon-adoring partner.

   “Tell me, Virgil, why do you have abandonment issues?” He asked, sounding about as professional as a five-year-old playing doctor.

   “The universe hates me.”

   “Mmhmmm yes yes let me write this down.” Remy said, nodding as he dug into his jean pocket, pulling out a silver sharpie, rolling down his jacket sleeve and scribbling ‘universe sucks’ on his arm. “Could you elaborate on that? How does it make you feel?”

   “Like I’m going to be abandoned.”

   Remy nodded again. “I see… have you considered the possibility that you are, in fact, not going to be abandoned?”

   “Miracle of miracle- my problems are solved!”

   “No need to be so sarcastic.” Remy said, jabbing his sharpie at Virgil. “My solution is airtight. But if you insist on being ‘complicated’ and having ‘complex problems’ you should probably tell me why you think everyone is going to abandon you for reasons other than the general hatred of the universe focused against you.”

   Virgil chuckled. “That’s a lot of big words you strung together.”

   “And that’s some very good discussion redirection you’re doing.”

   Virgil clicked his tongue. Mr. Indoor Sunglasses and Afternoon Coffee was smarter than he seemed. “Listen, I realize I’m worth a lot more than I thought before I started meeting with Emile. But I’m still nowhere on the level anyone I know is. The other shoe’s gotta fall and I am, stupidly, still afraid for it.”

   Remy started writing on his arm again, making bullets beneath the ‘universe sucks statement’;

   -’Imposter’ boi

   -Sad boi

   -Stupid boi

   “Hey!” Virgil exclaimed defensively. “‘Stupid boi?’ I thought you were supposed to be making me feel better about my self-worth or something, not attack me.”

   “You’ve clearly got that front covered, love, I don’t even have to touch it.” Remy replied, putting a little star next to the last bullet point for emphasis. “But while you cover the attacks, I’ll focus on the facts.”

   “Nice rhyme.”

   “I’m good like that. Now I’m not allowed to look at Em’s notes because patient confidentiality or something silly and highly technical, so you’re gonna have to lend me a hand here- who are you afraid will abandon you? Y’know, aside from everyone.”

   Virgil shrugged. “I don’t know. My boyfriends I guess.”

   “How long have y’all been dating?”

   “Two and a half years.”

   “...Sugar, I don’t know how to explain the concept of ‘if they haven’t left yet they ain’t gonna leave ever’ to you but-”

   Virgil cut him off, “That is not how relationships work. If it was the divorce rates would be a lot lower.”

   “You miss my point.” Remy said with a sigh, righting himself in the chair and for the first time that day looking actually serious. “Do relationships fail? Yes, it sucks, but it can happen to a couple of fifty years. That’s just life, sweetheart, I won’t sugarcoat it.”

   “Helpful.”

   “Let me finish. When those relationships fail, it’s because a fight or an opinion they didn’t know the other had comes up. Or something, I don’t know, I’m not a relationship counselor.” Remy added with a shrug. “What I do know, is that relationships that have existed for longer than six months don’t break up because they suddenly think one of them is worthless or some other bullshit. If your bfs are that pretentious, they would’ve dropped you ages ago-”

   “My self-esteem is doing amazingly, thanks-”

   “-and you would have been the better for it.” Remy finished, waving a finger. “You really need to stop interrupting. You miss the best parts.”

   “...What do you mean?” Virgil asked, pausing as he actually processed what Remy had said. Remy smiled, and it must have been the most gentle and genuine one he had worn all day.

   “Whether or not you’ll admit it, Virgil, you have worth. A whole hecking lot of it, as my cartoonish partner would say. If your boyfriends had left you in the beginning, it would have been their loss. And I find it highly doubtful they’re going to let you escape them now.” Remy leaned in a bit, smile morphing into a more mischievous one as he added in a stage whisper, “And if they do, I’ll help you egg their house.”

   Virgil laughed at that. “Y’know,” He started after a moment, still smiling, “you’re not as incompetent as you look.”

   “The secret is setting expectations so low, any single thing you do right is an overachievement.” Remy told him as he stood up, dramatically stretching before picking his coffee cup back up. “Now, as much fun as beating your problems with a stick is, the session’s over, and I have two boyfriends to annoy.”

   “Even the sick one?”

   “Annoyance is my primary personality trait. He knew the sort of caregiving he was signing up for.” Remy said as he moved towards the door. He stopped in the doorway for a second to turn back to Virgil with a wave. “Toodles, babes!”

   And then he was gone, just about as dramatically as he had come. Virgil remained seated on the couch for a moment, shaking his head with a smile.

   When he finally convinced himself to head out to the parking lot, he found Patton waiting, sitting on the hood of his car. He grinned broadly and waved when he spotted Virgil, greeting him with a kiss.

   “How was it today?” Patton asked while Virgil moved for the passenger door. “You were in longer than usual. Session run late?”

   Virgil shook his head with a chuckle. “Nah. Today was just… unique.”

   “Good unique or bad unique?” Patton asked hesitantly.

   “Good unique.” Virgil reassured him. “I’ll tell you what happened once we meet up with the pen and the sword.”

   Patton raised his eyebrows. “Oh, nicknames? Someone’s happy!”

   “Yeah, Pat, I am.”

   Patton smiled even bigger and turned on the car.

   ~~

   “Loves, your favorite bitch it back!”

   The house quietly regarded Remy with no response. Remy frowned as he dropped his sunglasses on the small table in the hall. He wandered to the bedroom, finding Emile curled up and watching Steven Universe, not even noticing Remy’s entrance.

   Smiling, Remy snuck around the bed, shrugging off his jacket before sliding into the bed and hugging Emile from behind. Startled, Emile turned his head, relaxing when he realized it was Remy.

   “Oh, hi Rem.” Emile said, sleepy, before his eyes widened. He tried to pull away from Remy. “You’re going to get yourself sick.”

   Remy just tightened his grip and laughed. “I have no immune system, love, I’ve been destined to get sick since your first sneeze. Plus, I will risk illness for attention and cuddles. Where’s Dante? I want triple cuddles.”

   Emile gave up trying to escape the hug, instead rolling his head so he could partially tuck it into Remy’s shoulder. “He’s getting me ice cream.”

   “What? Why?”

   “Because I’m sick and I said please.”

   “I thought ice cream was ‘unhealthy’ and ‘not for sick people.’”

   “Dante said that because when you were sick, it was from drinking too much coffee.” Emile replied. “Speaking of, you didn’t pick up any on the way to my session, did you?”

   “...No?”

   “Rem.”

   Remy chuckled and pressed a kiss to Emile’s temple. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m not going to allow for a repeat of the Coffee Disaster of May.”

   “Hmm.” Emile hummed, disbelievingly. “How was Virgil?”

   “Pretty good. Worried about his boyfriends leaving him but I casually called him stupid and everything was fixed.”

   “This is why no one believes you went to med school.”

   Remy twisted his head a bit to smirk at Emile. “Hey, my complete lack of professionalism is the entire reason you get to be the psych doc without even having to think about student loans.”

   “I know.” Emile said, moving up so he could kiss Remy. “It’s why I love you.”

   “Oh, so all I am to you is a free bachelor's and master’s degree?”

   “It’s one of the many reasons I love you.” Emile amended, yawning as he curled closer to Remy. “Along with the fact you’re a great hugger.”

   “And to think you tried to escape my hug but five minutes ago.” Remy teased, but he curled in a little more as well, quietly watching Steven Universe with his boyfriend as they both gradually fell asleep.

[whats-a-time-for-greatness]

Building a Happy Life: 10 Key Ingredients

If you ask the majority of people what their number one goal in life is, it would probably sound something like: to live a happy and productive life where I feel like I make a difference in other people's lives. Many of us are productive in our lives and we do make a difference in others lives, yet the key ingredient - happiness - seems to be missing. The following tips will help build more happiness into your life:

1) Find something to be passionate about. What drives you? What motivates you? What gives you meaning and purpose in life? If you want happiness in life you need to be able to answer these questions. Without meaning; purpose; something to be passionate about- life can become stale and boring. A stale loaf of white bread probably isn't going to make most people too happy.

2) Simplify your life. De-clutter your house and your life. If possible, take a week off from work and go through every single room in your home. Set aside bins or bags marked throw away and give away. Get rid of things that you don't use anymore or haven't worn in the past 12 months. If you have projects that you haven't completed make sure to either dispose of those projects or finish them up while you are off from work. If you can't take time off from work, set aside time each evening or weekend to go through each room.

3) Set goals that you would like to achieve. Having a goal and achieving it brings about a sense of accomplishment. Often, the sense of accomplishment or pride in a job well done brings about a certain amount of happiness in life. When we live our life without goals, we often get lost and life starts to feel bad. We get stuck and start to feel miserable and helpless. Having a purpose, a set or progression of goals helps keep us on track in life.

4) Start some traditions in your life. What made you happy as a kid? Can you build that in to your life now? When I was a kid, I loved the holidays. My mom had a ton of cookie cutters that we would pull out for each holiday season. We would make Halloween cookies, Thanksgiving cookies, Christmas cookies, Valentine cookies, you get the idea. It was a fun tradition. It is something that I do with my daughter now. It's bonding time and a chance to just be happy in the moment of baking and decorating cookies. You don't have to wait and have kids or a family to build traditions. You can plan a yearly trip with your pals to go hiking, site-seeing, or shopping. It's just something that you do each year where you can kick back and have some fun in your life.

5) Along with setting up traditions, it's important to connect with others. If all you do is work, and come home and watch television- life is going to get pretty boring pretty quickly. If you are an introvert and new to the area you live, find a non-profit that you can do some volunteer work for. If you are more social, skim the local weekly newspaper for clubs that meet. I live in the suburbs of a major city. There is every single kind of club imaginable for people to join. When I lived in a smaller area there were still ways to connect- joining a fitness group, or gym, going to a community recreation center for an art classes- there are lots of places to connect with people. All you have to do is look.

6) Do not compare yourself to your neighbor (or anyone else for that matter). Accept yourself for your uniqueness and celebrate your individuality. There are certain things in your life that you will never be able to change so stop trying. On top of that, you never really know what is going on in your neighbor's or friend's home/life. For example, you may envy how thin and fit your friend is, yet don't know that she has been struggling for years with bulimia and poor self-esteem. Or the nicest house in your neighborhood is filled with the anger and hate tied up in an ugly divorce process.

7) Be responsible for yourself. Stop waiting for the perfect mate, the perfect job, the perfect set of friends to fill your life with meaning. No one else can make you "whole" or fill your life with "meaning." Only you can do that. If you want a happy life, figure out what happiness means for you and take the steps to start building that in to your life.

8) Get enough rest. It is hard for anyone to be happy when they are walking around sleep deprived all of the time. Good quality sleep is important to our overall health. We need it to make sound decisions and to move effectively throughout our day.

9) Eat right. Along with getting quality rest, it is important to eat a healthy diet. Too much sugar and caffeine can create not only a physical crash but an emotional one too.

10) Choose to be happy. You aren't going to be happy in life if you don't decide to be. Happiness isn't going to just descend upon you 24/7. It requires making conscientious choices in your life. Just letting life happen isn't going to result in the maximum amount of happiness that you can have.

[stellaviatoremastrology]

Taurus Moon: Creature Comforts

April 21, 2019

The Moon

The Moon is traditionally ruled by Cancer, the sign of motherhood and feminine qualities. In our natal charts, the moon represents our emotional body, our mothers & our relationships with them, as well as how we relate to others. Our insecurities, fears, emotional dependencies, sensitivities, unconscious reactions, and the way we seek emotional fulfillment can all be derived from our moon sign. Depending on an individual’s chart, the moon sign can be a very hidden, private part of one’s personality, or it can be very prominent, like wearing one’s heart on their sleeve.  

Sensitive Personalities

Taurus is naturally ruled by Venus but is exalted when ruling the Moon, which can sometimes lead to a planet “overdoing itself.” Thus the sensitivity of the moon is heightened under Taurus, both in an emotional and physical sense. These individuals, much like Pisces’ Moons, need a lot of alone time in a private world of their own making. The difference here is that while Pisces’ escape is into a made up dreamland during sleep or within the contents of a novel or video game, Taurus Moon will create a physical paradise for themselves. This can manifest into an art studio, a private office for writing/business, a garden, an at home gym, or a private library. Taurus Moon needs a quiet place that is uniquely theirs that will cater their sensitivity, soothing their anxiety and other physical signs of stress.  

To be let into a Taurus Moon’s “safe space,” is an honor not to be taken lightly.

Drawing on the nurturing nature of an the Moon, Taurus moons are gentle, down to earth, and steady handed. At heart they are true providers, willing to work hard to fulfill not only their own needs but also of those around them. Even if it means getting their hands dirty. Their love language consists of giving gifts as well as physical touch. In fact, physical touch is very important to them, they are likely want to a hug every time they see you. When involved in romantic relationships, cuddling is paramount. Expect hand holding, back massages, and gentle caresses. Being an Earth sign, Taurus is very physical, sensual, and at times, lustful. They are very in tune with their own bodies and their fundamental needs, as well as the physical needs of other’s. They also be gifted with psychometry, the ability to discover facts about a event or person by simply holding an associated object.  

Because of Taurus’ Venus influence, Taurus Moons have a reputation for their eye for luxury and comfort, making them excellent fashion designers, interior decorators, and landscapers.  

However this doesn’t mean that they are not able to appreciate the little or simple things in life, but more so that they appreciate them so much they know the best way to amplify them. Taurus Moon knows how to take the texture of your favorite blanket, the smell of your favorite cologne, and the color of your childhood bedroom and combine it in a way that makes you feel safe and at home. They knew very well that it is the details that make the big picture worth looking at. A Taurean aesthetic can go from anywhere between minimalism to gold plated everything, due to the exalted nature of being a bit excessive.  On a more negative note, Taurus Moons can also be prone to overindulgence, especially in aspect to Venus or Jupiter. They must be careful of letting themselves get out of control, as excessive eating can lead to weight gain, and too much shopping can lead to hoarding.  

Stability & Endurance

A secret superpower of having the Moon in Taurus is the ability to be absolutely still, unbothered by the chaos around them. While the wind may blow a weaker person in all sorts of directions, Taurus has their feet planted firmly, albeit stubbornly, on the ground. They are patient because they know that good things take time and hard work. You cannot see the results from a work out routine unless you are willing to stick to it for months. You will never see your plants harvest if  you are not willing to water them every day, or invest in a proper pot and soil. Taurus knows what it means to invest wholeheartedly and they do not allow themselves to be discouraged from achieving their goals.

Their tenacity and endurance lead them to success every time.  

Often found serving as a “rock,” for their loved ones, Taurus Moons are supportive and protective of those around them, but also of their belongings and things they consider to be “theirs.” Ruler of the second house, Taurus moon directly associates material resources with emotional stability. It is not uncommon for Taurus Moons to pick partners that they feel can provide financial stability for them, or even a social status they feel like they belong to but cannot achieve on their own. However that is not to say that their relationships are centered around money, but more that they are centered around values.

Taurus’ partner must value loyalty, commitment, comfort, and a smart suit when the time calls for it. They need to value the idea that it is okay to treat yourself kindly and with respect, as well as hard work. Because Taurus Moons were blessed with abundance in past lives, their lesson in this life is to learn to let go of it. It’s common for these moon signs to experience financial loss as well as a loss of social status during childhood, although it can happen at any point in their lives. Maybe their parents lost a prestigious position or they got divorced, leaving the child with the parent on the wrong end of a prenup.  

Taurus feel like their life is spiraling out of control when forced to go without the comforts they are accustomed to, leading to feelings of low self-esteem, inadequacy, and hopelessness.  

These situations are shocking for Taurus because they are not just losing a nice house, but they are losing their sense of safety and belonging, their private paradise vanishes. Suddenly the solid ground beneath them keeping them steady has turned into water, the garden they have been carefully attending as been mowed over.

When Taurus Moon feels like they are lacking in resources they need, they are skilled at appearing vulnerable and lost in order to gain access to other’s resources instead. While this may not always be a conscious decision they are making, it is successful nonetheless. In fact, more often than not they feel bad for having to rely on someone else for anything at all, but a lifeline is a lifeline. Unfortunately this leads to the belief that they can not provide for themselves at all, creating dependency.

This is the child that takes their time moving out of their parents house because they don’t want to pay rent, or refuses to buy their own car because they believe they will never be able to afford one on their own. The lack of belief in themselves to self-provide creates a self-fulfilling prophecy in which they never do.

This can also go in the complete opposite direction, and create a workaholic who desperately goes weeks without proper sleep in an attempt to obtain what they feel is “enough.” But the truth is that for a lot of them, nothing ever truly feels like “enough.” These are going to be your accountants and business owners who do not know when to stop and they never retire. They may ignore their children because they are too focused on their work, instead hoping that the gifts of comfort they provide for them speak for themselves.

Taurus Moons are prone to holding on to money, people, and situations that no longer serve them out of fear of never having them ever again. By doing this they hold themselves back from new opportunities and wealth that comes their way, becoming stagnant.

They will continue in relationships they are no longer happy with because they do not want to give up the stability and familiarity that their partner provides, refusing to move on even when they have become interested in someone else. They will stay at a well-paying job, completely halting their career progress because they do not want to have to navigate an intimidating new work environment. They will eat the same thing at their favorite restaurant for years because they don’t want to take the chance of ordering something new and not liking it, they do have to pay for it after all.  Taurus Moons benefit from letting go of the idea that they have to do everything themselves, exactly their way, for their work to be valuable or “right,” and allowing others to help them when they need it.

Your resources are not a limited amount, but a river that flows infinitely. Focus less on your financial restrictions and what you don’t have, less on what you feel you need to earn. Instead focus on what you do have and being grateful for the gifts that are offered to you without taking advantage of others. By accepting help you come into a position in which you can help others too. Nobody starts at the top of the food chain or gets there without a leg up from someone else.

Free yourself of the guilt that comes with having physical, emotional, and financial needs you think you can’t meet yourself, and of the mindset that you never will.  It’s simply not true. By focusing on attracting wealth you bring it to you.You will find that what you need is always within your reach if you are just willing to ask for it. Having control is not necessary.

Xoxo,

Madison Louise

Images from UnSplash

[eyes-of-fanfiction-green]

Happy Valentine’s Day Dean Winchester

MASTERLIST

Dean x Reader

Summary: The reader gets back one night from a boring date. She doesn’t think anyone has the same idea of a perfect date as she does...... but maybe Dean will prove her wrong.

WARNINGS: fluff....but adventurous fluff!

A/N: I really don’t like writing fluffy, but.... it’s the day after Valentine’s Day and I’m single, okay?? I get one pass! (Also, I’m think of putting together a tag list at some point, so let me know if you want on it. Also if you have requests, send them my way! Enjoy!) (also, I am SO SORRY this got so long.....I got a little carried away...hehe)

It was the day before Valentine’s Day and you were just coming back from a date... if you could call it that. You swore you’d had more entertainment when doing 12 hours of research on Egyptian mummifying rituals last week.

“Hey [Y/N]! How was your date?” Sam called from the living room as you stomped into Bobby’s house, the door swinging shut in your wake.

“Aren’t you back kinda early?” Dean interjected from his seat. “What happened? Was he a little to.... little.... in the men’s department?” He smirked.

You flashed him a sarcastic smile before switching to a glare. “No. We didn’t even get that far”.

You flopped down on the couch next to Sam with a groan and let your head fall back with a dramatic sigh. “I’m done. I quit.”

“With....what?....exactly?” Dean asked hesitantly, shooting Sam a confused glance, getting nothing but a half-hearted shrug in return.

Your head snapped up and your eyes narrowed into Dean’s gaze inflinchingly. “With MEN.” Disgust and menace dripped from your voice like syrup from a spoon.

Dean gulped and looked over to his brother for backup.

“[Y/N], it couldn’t have gone THAT badly, could it?” Sam offered.

You heaved another sigh (apparently you were feeling dramatic today. Who knew?) and stood up to start pacing determinedly across Bobby’s floor.

“It’s not that it went BADLY. It was just so.....so... boring. I mean seriously, is dinner and a movie really the only option for a date??”

The brothers’ eyes followed you back and forth silently as your pacing became more fervent.

“Am I like a freak or something? Does no one else get bored by basic rituals for a first date??.... maybe there’s something wrong with me...”

At this, Dean finally had had enough.

He stood up and stepped in your path, grabbing you by the shoulders to make you look at him. “There is NOTHING wrong with you. You’re just unique an-“

You snorted and started turning away.

“Hey.” Dean turned you back to face him, lowering his head to look at you squarely in the eyes. “Just because you don’t want to conform to society’s idea of what to do on a date, doesn’t mean you are a freak. Okay? It means that you are adventurous and amazing and way to good for any of those stuffed up lawyer men you go out with.” His eyes seemed to communicate just as emphatically that you should believe him.

You paused for a moment and then offered Dean a half sad smile, “Sure Dean. You’re right. Besides, it doesn’t matter that much anyways.” You turned on your heels and went up the stairs to bed.

Sam and Dean watched you go up to your room with twin frowns on their faces.

“Good job there Dean. Really got through to her.” Sam said with a hard pat on Dean’s back and a shake of his head. “Women.”

————————————————-

The next morning, Dean came bounding down the stairs like a puppy at Christmas. “Sam! Sammy!”

Sam looked up from his book, that he had totally not spent the entire night reading through because of a strange obsession with the novel and the undying bookworm need to devour all things with pages.

“Dean. What’s got you so perky this morning?”

Dean froze misstep and made a face at Sam, “Dude. Never say “perky” like that again.” He then continued bounding into the kitchen happily humming away.

Sam frowned and followed him into the kitchen, leaning against the counter to study his brother. “.....you’re up to something.”

Dean just grinned.

“Alright. That’s it. Spill.”

“What?! A guy can’t be happy in the morning? Enjoy his coffee? Listen to the birds sing?”

“Not if that guy is you. No.” Sam crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes. “Spill it Dean.”

Dean simply wiggled his eyebrows and took a long sip from his fresh cup, just as the boys heard you coming down the stairs yourself.

“Hey boys.” You yawned, wiping your face and throwing you hair lazily up into a messy bun.

“[Y/N], Hey.” Sam muttered. He glanced over at his brother and saw the mischievous gleam brighten. Oh boy. This wasn’t good.

“Sammy boy, me and [Y/N] are goin to head out this morning, I found a case in the town next over.” Dean suddenly proclaimed. The grin on his face growing even bigger, if possible.

“Wait. WHAT?” You and Sam squeaked in unison.

“Awww, they’re so adorable when they talk at the same time.” Dean sighed, amusement clear on his face.

“Dean, why are just you and [Y/N] going? What are you hunting? When did you find out about this case?” Sam quizzed his brother, horrified. This was definitely part of the something bad.

“One: it’s a two man job and I don’t want to initiate a divorce between you and your novel. Two: there’s a vampire killing people. And three: I found out about it last night. Now! [Y/N]! You got...” Dean quickly checked his watch, “fifteen minutes to finish getting ready! Chop! Chop!”

You and Sam stared at him for a minute. He was DEFINITELY up to something. You narrowed your eyes at him and sighed, shrugging your shoulders. You always did like doing things on-the-fly. “What the hell. But you owe me a slice of pie for indulging you.”

You ran back up the stairs as Sam started sputtering at Dean.

“This?! THIS is your plan??”

“Don’t worry Sammy. We’re not ACTUALLY going to be going out on a hunt...”

“Dean. I swear you’re going to give me an aneurism someday.” Sam groaned as he fell back onto the couch.

Dean just smirked and ran off to grab his bag.

“Definitely an aneurism.” Sam sighed and covered his face with his hands. “Well, maybe he’ll finally tell her he loves her and we can resolve all this pent up sexual tension.” He mumbled through his hands.

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You kept glancing over at Dean every five minutes. A Bonjovi tape was blaring loudly, your favorite, not his, and while you both had been on the road for half an hour, he had yet to bring up the case. He was just chatting away merrily while you glanced at him suspiciously.

“Alright Dean. I know we’re not actually going on a hunt, so could you please tell me where we’re really going? And also, why are we listening to Bonjovi??? You never listen to more than one or two of there songs at a time cause they only ‘rock on occasion’.”

Dean blinked and looked over at you, the big smile dropping from his face. “But... I thought you liked Bonjovi...” His big puppy eyes wide.

You groaned internally, damn he was adorable. “No, I LOVE Bonjovi.” His smile came back immediately. “I just know that you don’t.... why are you being so nice?”

Dean shifted in his seat, “Well... you just seemed upset last night.....and I -uh- wanted to cheer you up!”

Before you could answer, he pulled off on a side road, rolled down Baby’s windows.... and gunned it. You let loose a squeak as he sped off down the dirt road with “Livin’ on a Prayer” blaring loudly against your eardrums.

The wind whipped your hair every which way, and you started laughing loudly with adrenaline-filled glee.

Dean looked over at you and started laughing himself as you began shouting out the lyrics over the roaring wind as the car flew down the road.

After about ten minutes, Dean spun the Impala into a 180 and came to an abrupt stop. “Time to go!” Checking his watch again as he jumped out.

You followed him, still laughing at his bizarre behavior, as he raced over to a nearby ledge.

“Dean!” You called breathlessly. “What are you doing?!”

He looked down below him and then gave you a shit-eating grin, “well, you said last night your date was boring.... I didn’t want to make the same mistake.”

You stepped up beside him and looked over the ledge. A few feet below you was a railroad track...... and a mile away was a train coming straight for you both.

“Hold up. Are we TRAIN HOPPING?!?!”

He laughed again and grabbed your hand, leaning over to whisper in your ear as the train approached, “I will never give you a reason to call me boring...”

And with that..... You and Dean jumped. Onto the top of the MOVING train.

You screamed as you both flew into the air and Dean groaned as he banged into the metal roof, breaking your fall.

The wind was roaring now, and you both gripped tightly to the top of the train car as it sped down the track like Hell in wheels.

“This is insane!! YOU are insane!” You yelled at Dean.

He gripped you tighter and turned his now slightly bruised face to look at you. “You’re welcome!”

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You two traveled on the back of the train for a long time before it finally came to a stop, and Dean carefully helped you both slide off. You thought that’d be it. But this was Dean Winchester that you were with. OF COURSE there would be more!

As soon as you were both off the train, he took off again. “Hurry up slow-poke! Or you’re getting left behind!” He called over his shoulder.

You shook your head and chased him down the road.

Somehow, you both ended up in a bar. And somehow, Dean ended up putting on some music on the jukebox, and SOMEHOW, you both ended up dancing together.

THAT was trippy. Dean Winchester couldn’t dance, but that didn’t seem to sway him in the slightlest. He twirled you around and pretended like he knew what he was doing, while you both kept cracking up and tripping over each other’s feet. Finally, it go to the point where the bartender had to kick you both out because you were making such a ruckus.

Then there was something involving a cow, a slingshot and some pigeons. Still not sure what happened there. And one crazy thing led to another. Every time you thought that’d be it, Dean would come up with some new insane idea to do next.

By the time you made it back, there was more train hopping involved in the return trip, you were both exhausted bruised, and there was even a couple bandages needed.

“Well?” Dean asked as he sat next to you on Bobby’s porch. “Did you have a good day today?” He cocked a disarming smile, “were you bored?”

You laughed at this as you took the slice of pie Dean handed you. “No. I was definitely not bored.” You said quietly, glancing over at Dean almost shyly. “Thank you.”

Dean was quiet for a minute before he turned and gave you a peck on the cheek. “Happy Valentine’s Day [Y/N].”

You blushed furiously as you dug into your pie.

“You know, normal people are so... normal. I mean, not even getting stuck in the middle of a gang fight or getting a slight concussion from landing on a moving train, what kind of date even is that?” Dean chuckled, “it’s nice to remember that there are people out there who are just as crazy as you.” He looked over at you with something suspiciously like tenderness in his eyes, “someone you don’t have to pretend with. Someone who you can just be yourself around”. He quickly turned back to his empty plate blushing bright red.

You bit back a smile and leaned over to him, as you turned his chin towards you. Slowly, you brushed your lips against his and then passionately kissed him.

It only took a moment for him to respond, and after a few minutes you both pulled back.

You stared into his vibrant green eyes, and knew this was just the beginning of something.....amazing.

“Happy Valentine’s Day Dean Winchester.”

[goparkseonghwa]

Inevitable

—— Chapter One

——— Jimin x Reader x Taehyung

Word count: 5.7K

- Year 2047 -

"Fuck you and your pointless laws," You curse up at the building, middle finger in the air as you trudge towards the bus system that would take you back to your district. Several passersby stared strangely at your form that had an ice pack in one hand and the bird on display on the other. Most eyes wandered to the offensive gesture and scowled at you, throwing insults in your direction.

You almost stopped your haste pace to confront them, but decided against it when you realized your bus was departing in a couple of minutes, and you couldn't break curfew for your district. Not again, Namjoon would kill me before the authorities could even have a single thought to arrest me.

Shifting the ice pack across your forehead, you step in the direction of your bus, sighing out in defeat. You wince at the coldness that's beginning to become a bit too intense as it slowly spreads across your forehead and down your temple. The ache is almost too much to bear, and you think that ramming your head against the nearest wall or window would be better than enduring the chill that is seeping into your frontal cortex. But the numbing effect that it was seeming to have felt much better than the pain that your heart held from every beat that thrummed against your rib cage. A mere ten months time would determine the outcome for the rest of your life, and although ten months seemed to hold a lot of time, in actuality, it wasn't much time at all.

The bus driver watches you closely as you pull yourself onto the bus, questioning you about your forehead, then choosing to make a couple snide remarks afterwards. Not wanting to cause a scene, you ignore him and make your way towards the back of the bus to an empty seat, hastily sitting down and pulling your bag onto your lap. Clutching onto the mesh fabric, you release some of your pent up frustrations by tightening your hold on the material, then releasing it slowly once your knuckles turned as white as snow.

Today was horrible. You thought to yourself, sinking into the seat as the bus slowly pulls away from the curbside, beginning its trek towards the outer districts, towards your home. Absolutely, without a doubt distressing to a perfect T.

Watching the passing scenery was sickening to you, eyeing all of the strangers that held onto their soulmates hands or arms, was a mockery. You curse the day the system went into place, stripping you and everyone else in this damned country the free will to marry whomever they chose to. Wasn't it a given human right to be able to fall in love with whoever their heart longed for? To wander their homeland freely without fear of being punished for journeying into a district that was forbidden to their social class?

Only because the government feared that they were losing every ounce of control they had over their citizens, did they decide to put into effect the Law of Attraction — so unoriginal on their end, but when you've entrusted the entire country with a council of buffoons what else can you expect.

Closing your eyes, you recalled some faint memories of when you were younger. Running through a field with your older brother, playing, being free without a care in the world. With your heart full of love, and happiness, nothing could've ever stopped you or what dreams you wanted to achieve in life.

But every hope and dream your little heart ever yearned for was stripped from your grasp once you were informed of the meaning behind your tattooed code.

Ever since you were a toddler, you questioned what the markings were on your body and why they were there. Your parents always held pained expressions when that particular question was emitted from your lips, gazing into your wide, curious stricken eyes. They never knew how to properly answer your innocent question, not wanting to be the ones who would strip you of your future.

Your mother simply dubbed it your 'secret spy code' to ease the pressure on her and your father, as well as give you a chance to continue dreaming. This sent your imagination into overdrive, constantly running around acting like you were on top secret missions, and telling anyone and everyone how you were recruited at such a young age to be a part of the top agency in the country.

Once you entered the sixth grade, you knew the code you held was not one of a secret spy, but rather something more extreme. You just could never place your finger on the true meaning, so you simply brushed any thought of the ink off of your shoulders, continuing on with your everyday life.  

Unbeknownst to you, the real meaning was to emerge during your seventh grade year of schooling.

Your instructors had gathered your entire class into assembly one morning, saying how they were honored to have a few guest speakers come in from the government to discuss the importance and significance behind your futures.

To you, at the beginning, it was just another pointless assembly. Probably to remind you of the importance of studying hard in order to have a brighter future. You had thought. But the moment one of them uttered something about the code that was tattooed onto your skin, your interest became piqued.

The government officials had no restraint when it came to discussing your code, immediately delving into the reasoning behind it. Lying through their teeth to everyone in that very room, but the students had no clue it was just a cover story to hide the real intentions of the Law of Attraction, plus you all were too young, too naive and gullible to truly understand the underlying tones the speakers held. The vile, sickening tones used to convince each and every soul to bend to their will and further obey them.

"Our great nation, several years ago, noticed a rapidly increasing rate of divorce," The man, Mr. Lowe, had started, eyes scanning over the mass sea of students in the auditorium, "Many people were unhappy, and it pained us as a whole to witness our precious citizens slip into the darkness of depression."

"We couldn't just sit around, watching so many being affected by the heartache of losing the one they loved, or never being able to feel the warm love of another, and do nothing about it." The woman, Mrs. Lee continued on for him, eyes shining as bright as her pearly white teeth under the fluorescent lighting, "Thus the Law of Attraction was born."

"A system in which would assign a person a 'soul mate' in order to spare the heartache of either never being able to find a future spouse, or losing one." Mr. Lowe picked up right where Mrs. Lee had stopped, "Hence, from birth each and every child would be given a tattoo with an alphanumeric code - a unique set of numbers, with one letter, which would be identical to only one other code in the world, your soul mate's."

So all along, this code that has been burning into my flesh, begging to have the veil of the unknown torn away so it's purpose could be revealed, is actually a means of being assigned a future spouse? Your seventh grade self had thought, mind absolutely blown and spinning just from that tiny bit of information revealed to you. Your eyes wandering down to your wrist, examining the numbers closely as the thought of it matching someone else's swirled in your subconscious

Chatter erupted throughout your class, shock and bewilderment evident in each of their tones. Everyone was just as taken back as you were in that moment, instinctively gazing at their own codes and comparing it to those around them. Teachers surrounding the outer edge of the seats began hushing all of them, threatening each with after school detention if they didn't settle down.

"Now that you all are aware of what those numbers inked onto each of your forearms truly means, the fun begins." Mr. Lowe announced excitedly, a fake smile overbearing his features, trying to enthuse the young crowd about the idea that was to follow, "Mr. Si, will you please do us the honors of telling our wonderful audience what happens next, now that they know the purpose of their codes?" He stepped aside, gesturing towards the third government official, who has been deathly silent, to step forward.

"With pleasure, sir." Mr. Si said, tipping his head slightly as his poised form strode to center stage. Pushing his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose, and clearing his throat slightly, he began to speak, "Before you all start running off to try and find who shares your code, I need to discuss a few things with you first."

Every single pair of student eyes were immediately drawn to his form, silence spreading over the crowd as fast a plague. The young mans face was stern, acquiring age lines already, making his youthful glow diminish into a dull shine. His grey colored eyes were piercing, and when he looked over the crowd you sucked in a deep breath, feeling intimidated under his glare.

"As Mr. Lowe said, this is where the fun begins, but you need to understand that there are some guidelines that are crucial for everyone to know beforehand," He pauses, allowing his gaze travel over most of the students. His eyes meet with yours briefly, and the intensity his gaze held made you intake a sharp breath. Something isn't right. Your brain nagged at you, but that thought flew out of your brain as fast as it came once he began to talk again, "To start, you all are aware that coming from District D that you are only permitted in certain areas of the city, from District G to D, you are allowed to travel anywhere within those parts - with some sections of  C to A available to you all, including some buildings within the Union Circle. Your soul mate will be in one of your 'all travel' zones."

So he'll potentially be in a district from D to G... You inwardly spoke to yourself.

"We, as a government, do not inform any of you who or where exactly your assigned soul mate resides, thus making this into a 'scavenger hunt' of sorts," He walks around the stage, his hand raising in the air, with his pointer finger directed towards the ceiling, "Each generation, or class, has up until the end of the year which holds their twenty-fifth birthday to locate and marry their partner."

At this statement, the room began chattering again, each student holding wide eyes as they looked between each other. You could hear some of the worried statements made by a few people, each one uttering something similar to 'what if we don't have a matching code?'. That questions triggers your own worries and you can't help but become as anxious, or even more, as your peers. The air in the room seemed to grow thick with fear, suffocating you entirely.

"Calm down everybody, I can hear some of your concerns but there is no need to worry. Everyone is indeed equipped with a matching code, and you each have plenty of time to find them," He smiled at all of us, motioning for all of us to settle down so he could continue forth with his spiel, "This system has been in place for more than fifty years, and we have never had a case where a code did not match another's. Ease your minds, and rest assured that you all have someone picked out for you. The only thing that should be on your minds at this time should be how proactive you will be in getting out there to find them. So, from that, I wish you all the absolute best of luck with this journey and I hope that you all are satisfied with who you end up with."

Mr. Si bows to all of us before turning around and nodding towards Mr. Lowe to continue, "Now go forth, and let your hunt begin."

All of the adults in the room applauded the government officials, as they each bowed to the audience. A few students clapped as well, but your hands remained in your lap, eyeing the three adults closely, your intuition sending up so many red flags about the situation at hand. Your administrator went up onto the stage to personally thank them for coming, and asking for the auditorium to join her in a round of thanks and appreciation for taking their time to speak to us today.

The auditorium was then dismissed, each student chattering amongst themselves as they filed out of their rows. The air held excitement as well as some traces of fear, and you couldn't tell where you stood personally, you were of mixed emotions.

As your row stood to leave, with your mind heavy of newly acquired information, your heart felt like it was forewarning you of what was to come, and that alone made you dizzy.

Mr. Si was wrong, the only thought that was occupying your thinking space was this gut feeling that there was some underlying catch that was not said that would be crucial and potentially horrific if the said soul mate was not located. . . and somehow you felt that your code would send you spiraling down that unknown, dangerous path.

"District D, stop seven." The bus driver announced causing you to peel your eyes open, squinting slightly so your eyes could readjust to the lighting.

Sighing, you hoisted yourself up and out of your seat, into the aisle way, your bag landing over your shoulder once more. You carried the ice pack in your hands as you exited the bus, once again not responding to any comment the ill-mannered man dared to throw in your direction. However, when you were fully off the bus, you turned around, gave the most innocent smile you could muster, and threw up the middle finger at him.

The audible gasp that left his mouth, followed by a string of profanities to insult you, sent you running off down the sidewalk, fully knowing that that man wouldn't hesitate to get off the bus and show you what happens to impolite females who dared to disrespect an elder male. But being a pudgy elder, after all, he would barely make it down the stairs before you would disappear around the street corner.

Forgetting about the throbbing in your head, you run and maneuver through people and street carts, gaining a few yells your way for almost running into them.

You quickly called your apologizes back to the several pedestrians, not stopping your pace for a beat. Looking down at your wrist watch for a split second to acknowledge the time, you notice that you have just a few minutes before curfew goes into effect and the patrol units are sent out.

Pushing yourself harder, you speed up, running as fast as your legs could carry you. Within a minute you have rounded your street corner, and after another passes you are sprinting up the front steps of your porch, and hastily shoving your front door open. You quickly close the door and lock it, turning around to be met with Namjoon standing a few feet in front of you. You jump backwards a bit, your back hitting the door, from the shock of seeing him so suddenly.

Placing your own hand over your chest, you exhale a long breath of air, "Holy shit Nam, you fucking scared the living shit out of me." You stated, voice a little on edge and pointed. He knew to never sneak up on you like that, but yet here he was, being a little shit and all.

His arms are crossed over his chest, eyes piercing right through you. He didn't bother to say a single word to you, but to show you his annoyance, you watched as his tongue poked at the inside of his cheek. Namjoon was already clad in a pair of sweats and a simple t-shirt, probably getting ready to head to his room to wind down for the day, but since you were pushing it to the very limit in regards to curfew, he was awake to make sure you got home safe and sound . . . and then to also chew you out.

"You're late." He stated, hard glare meeting your own. His tone was firm and clear, indicating to you that he was beyond pissed off at the moment, "Where were you?" He continues, questioning your whereabouts even though you told him this morning you would be heading into Union Circle for an appointment.

"I was in Union Circle, just like I said I would be," You state back, shrugging off your cardigan and hanging it on the makeshift piece of wood you called a coat hanger. Slipping off your shoes and instead replacing them with your slippers, you stood straight up and began to move in the direction of your kitchen. Hunger was calling you, practically beckoning you to fill your stomach with something to ease the pain of it constricting. But Namjoon, on the other hand, was

Namjoon sighed and grabbed your arm to pull you back to stand in front of him, "I remember you informing me, but do you have any idea what time it is?" He cocks an eyebrow up at you, his harsh tone easing up a little bit, but still remaining strong to show you he meant business.

You huff, and roll your eyes, "Yes, I'm aware of the current time, now will you let me go eat? I haven't had a piece of food since breakfast so I'm starving." You gripe to him, but he doesn't allow you to leave just yet.

"How can you be so reckless, Y/N? Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? I thought the patrol units got a hold of you again, and this time around, I wouldn't have had anything to bust your ass out." He scolds, shaking his head at you in disapproval at your actions.

Rolling your eyes, you shake the grip he has on your upper arm and duck around him, scurrying towards the kitchen, "Not my fault tonight. Bus line was running behind." You call to him, tone clipped as you reach your much anticipated destination - your fridge. Opening the door, your eyes immediately scan over the objects held in it, silently contemplating which option you thought would satisfy your growling stomach, "And besides," You start, grabbing a container of noodles and vegetables, "I wouldn't have needed you to 'bust me out' if the patrol units have caught me."

"You say that every time you have a close call," He points out to you, wandering into the small space, standing adjacent to your current body position.

Tucking a few strands of your long hair to the side, you stand straight up, meeting his soft gaze, "It's true," You whine, "I don't need my older brother hovering over me so much, I'm a grown woman after all, I can handle myself perfectly fine."

"Yeah, say that to me the next time a patrol unit decides it's time to take you to their station again," He scoffs at you, perching himself against the cabinet, eyes watching your every movement.

"God, would it kill you to have a little faith in me? I'm here, I'm not in the back of a patrol unit's car, and I didn't break curfew. Everything is perfectly fine, Nam, so just drop it." Your tone becomes pointed, annoyance seeping into your voice. You were tired of him treating you like a child most of the time, like you understood as to why he cared so much, but you were almost twenty-five for crying out loud. Even though your parents were no longer around, it doesn't mean that he has to pick up their role and fulfill it himself. If anything, it makes you want to resist him so much more.

"I'll put faith into you when you show me some responsibility. You know it's the Cut Off year, patrol units are heavier at this time because of that." He swings an arm at to gesture towards the front door for emphasis. He retracts the extended arm after a few moments of keeping it there, but instead moving his hand up to his face, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. Eyes fluttering shut as he shakes his head, trying to figure up a calm and collected way to get his point across to you.

"You don't think that I am aware that this is the final year for me to find my assigned spouse?" I say in a softer tone, "That's why I was at the Union Circle so late tonight, I was trying to find a way, any way for an extension on the cut off. I was trying to be responsible and take it upon my own shoulders, but you are choosing to believe that I just went out on a reckless whim of sorts." You place the container down on the counter, back now facing him as you bend down to pull out a pan to heat up your food. Placing the pan on the stove, you felt a tear slowly slip down your cheek. Quickly wiping it away, you turn the burner on, and harbor your focus on the food that was needing to be reheated.

Namjoon's shoulders slumped, feeling bad about bringing the sensitive topic up. He's watched you struggle for the past couple of years, spending any amount of free time out and scouring the permitted districts and areas to try and locate your future spouse. He's heard you crying at night through the paper thin walls, then walking out like everything is fine, and it absolutely rendered him numb. Namjoon has examined you as you would peer down at your code, tracing over the ink as silent tears would roll down your puffy cheeks. He's seen and heard everything when it came to you trying your hardest to find your partner who held your matching code, even though you didn't know he paid that close attention to you during those times, he knew everything when it came to your pain stricken heart regarding the damn code.

He knows how hard it has been for you, so for him to bring up the Cut Off was just petty and down right mean. Personally, he found his partner at age nineteen and married her at twenty-one. After marriage, Mei lived with him and Y/N for a few years, but once she caught news of her parents falling ill, she moved back home to take care of them and their household. She comes and visits every once in a while, but for the majority of the time it was only him and his little sister. So, yes, he had all of the time in the world to pick up on your struggles surrounding the issue, but he's harbored his knowledge, not wanting you to get riled up.

He watched you closely, not missing the way your frame seemed to slump down, your head hanging a bit lower than it was a few minutes ago. He picked up on the faint sniffle that left you and his heart clenched at the sound, feeling guiltier and guiltier by the passing second.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I. . . I know it's a sensitive subject for you, I shouldn't have brought it up as carelessly as I chose to." He apologizes gently to you, walking over and placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it ever so slightly as a means of comfort, but you shrug his hand off of you, not wanting his comfort at the moment. "You'll find them, everyone has a matching code so don't be discouraged." He offered as a last attempt to comfort you from his error.

I don't think I have a matching code, I think mine is in fact an error in their system. . . You wanted to say, but chose to suppress your thought track, not wanting to make this conversation even more depressing than it already was.

Turning your head slightly, you falsely smiled up at him, "You're right, you are always right." You say, turning your attention back to your meal that was sizzling in the pan, "I'll find them eventually." You say softly to him, hoping he just drops it for now and allows you to go back to focusing on getting something to eat.

Namjoon sighs out, smiling a tad as he sees a gentle, soft smile grace your face, but he feels that something is off about that look you're giving him. He doesn't want to press you for answers, so he leaves it be, trying to figure up something that would lift your spirits. He also chooses to drop the curfew fight, and just allow you to relax for the rest of the evening. It's been a long day for both of you, you more so than him, and it's draining to continue fighting over something he knew held no more importance since you were here, safe and sound.

"There's my girl, being positive," He states, hands placed on both of your shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze to show his gratitude for your attitude change.

If only you knew the truth. You say to yourself, but continue to smile to show that you had heard his message, so he didn't need to pester you further.

You finish stirring your food, and turn to place it back into its previous container, flicking the stove off in the process. Namjoon had moved away from you, and instead wandered over to a cabinet to retrieve a glass so he could get a drink of water. You in turn, walk over to the drawer holding the utensils to pull out the necessary ones in order to eat your meal.

Mid-gulp, Namjoon pulls the glass away from his mouth, "Shit." He mutters, and the profanity slipping past his lips causes your ears to perk up. You look over to him, watching as he places the glass down on the counter beside him, water sloshing over the rim of the cup. His arms immediately folded over his chest as his face contorted into one of deep thought. "Fuck."

"What's your problem?" You huff out, wondering where his sudden burst of frustration came from. You watched as his muscles stiffened slightly, and you knew whatever was running through his head was causing him a deal of stress.

"Do you work tomorrow?" He hastily questions you, eyes meeting your own. The gaze he was giving you was anxious, and you really started to ponder what could possibly make your older brother go from being as calm as the sea - on a peaceful day - to as panicked as an unstable tornado. Whatever it was clearly held significant importance.

"Uh. . . no? What's going on?" You apprehensively question him, placing your utensils down on the counter, the faint 'clink' echoing throughout the small space.

"Is there anyway you could potentially visit Seokjin tomorrow at some point? I was supposed to stop in and deliver a report on behalf of my superior, but he has taken ill and has requested me to cover his shift." Namjoon says, watching you carefully.

Seokjin? I haven't seen him in ages. Not since he visited our household after our parents passing. You ponder, eyes flickering down to gaze at the wooden floorboards beneath your feet, contemplating on fulfilling your brothers request.

"Why can't you take it in to him the day after tomorrow?" You ask. It's not like you didn't want to pay a visit to Seokjin, but in all honesty, he was mostly your brothers friend, so it would be a tad odd for you to turn up at his door rather than your brother. Seokjin and you got along rather well when he was around, but you hardly knew him, at least not in the way your brother did.

"Because the file that I'm needing to submit is due tomorrow, Seokjin needs it in order to process the newly wedded codes before it is presented to the council." He groans out, wondering how stupid he can be to forget about delivering such an important document, "Please, Y/N, I beg of you."

Wait. He works in Union Circle?  This information piqued your interest. Your stature straightened up at hearing what your brother just uttered, your subconscious already going a hundred miles an hour at what you could potentially benefit out of this.

Slowly, you begin to nod your head in agreement, "Sure, I can do that for you." You utter, and Namjoon exhales in relief muttering a 'thank goodness' along the way.

His body relaxes and slumps back against the counter at your response, and he can literally feel his blood pressure begin its decline into its normal range, "Thank you so, so much." He says to you, relief filling his gaze. You could visually see him calm down, which was a good thing, a very good thing at that.

You smile at him, genuinely this time, and tilt your head to acknowledge his means of thanks, "No problem, now, before I forget to ask this, what department does he work in so I know where to go straight away?" You question, but you kind of already had a feeling of where Seokjin worked within the Union Building. Based off of Namjoon's description of the file, he should be working somewhere alongside the computer systems that stored and managed the different codes that the city possessed, but you wanted Namjoon to further confirm your suspicions.

"He's in the Coding Department, twelfth floor on the east wing." He states, and he notices the shift in your body language, picking up the mischievous glint that was starting to glaze over your eyes. Narrowing his own eyes at you, he speaks up, "Now, Y/N, I understand that you're possessing some hurt from the whole code situation but don't think for a moment that Seokjin will even tell you who your soul mate is in, let alone something as simple as their district."

"I wasn't thinking that at all. . . I know that as an official government worker, you are sworn an oath to protect those code databases no matter what." You say, suppressing your mischievous thoughts in order to convince your older brother that you would never betray your country like that.

He pauses for a few moments, eyeing you over, still a little apprehensive to the answer you had just given him. He knew you better than that, and he knows for a fact that your brain is still processing the information he just presented to you, but in order to successfully deliver this document in time, he would have to move past this and trust that you won't fuck it up.

"Good," He finally says, moving away from the counter and towards the living room entrance, "I'll give you the document in the morning, but for now it's time for both of us to go to bed and rest from the tiring day." Namjoon motions for you to follow suit, so you quickly grab your container full of noodles, as well as your utensils, and scurry over to his side. He slings his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side as he begins the short walk down the hall to your guys' rooms.

Upon reaching his door, he pulls his arm from over your shoulders and instead uses one of his fingers to gently boop your nose, "Love you, baby sis." He admits, smiling down at you.

You crinkle your nose from his previous actions, and the nickname he gave you several years ago, "Love you too." You grumble as you stab at a vegetable that was sitting on top of the noodle mound, placing it into your mouth immediately following suit.

"I'll see you in the morning, don't stay up too late, alright?" He orders you, opening up his door that led to his dark room.

You roll your eyes at him, "Nam, I'm not a child. . . " You remind him, but he snorts causing your eyes to widen and your body to naturally stand up taller as a way to prove it to him, "What?! I'm not!" You whine.

"Never said you were, just looking out for your health. Goodnight, young one." He says as he steps in side and slowly begins to close his door to separate the two of you.

"Uh-Huh that snort said otherwise." You grumble as you open your own door and step inside, kicking it closed with your foot.

"Hey!" You hear him call from the other side of your door, "Where's my goodnight?" He presses, and you practically hear the pout in his voice.

"You'll get a 'goodnight' when you come to terms that I am no longer a child." You call out to him, stuffing your face with more food as you sat down onto your bed.

"But you'll always be my baby sister, therefore always a kid in my eyes." He whines, and you can't help but chuckle at his attitude towards this. Shaking your head, you yell back a 'goodnight' to him after you swallow your mouthful of food.

Once you uttered that statement, he called one final 'goodnight' and the door to his room clicked shut, indicating he was finally enclosed in his own personal space, leaving you alone with your subconscious and the several thoughts racing by.

Sinking back against your pillows, you allowed your mischievous thoughts to resurface. Obtaining the knowledge of Seokjin working in Union Circle was fate, destiny, you knew it had to be, and you planned to use it to your benefit, regardless of what Namjoon had said to you. This was your only chance before you completely gave up all traces of hope you still tightly held onto. Maybe he wouldn't tell you exactly what you needed to hear, but from what you remember of Seokjin, he would surely at the least give you some clues to point you in the right direction.

Dearest Seokjin, you have no idea of what value you just became to me.

A/N: hOlY sHiT tHiS iS mUcH, mUcH mOrE loNgEr ThAn I eXpEcTed.

But anyways, chapter one is finally here! Woo woo, hope you enjoyed!

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I joined Anonymous and LulzSec in 1996 of June and I wanted to let people know what was happening on the dark side of the moon. I have traveled through multiple programs in different realms through my mind and soul without my body. I had to join a secret service to understand how their brain worked with click, brass lady capital, bring nut work voice, across either napkin and hedgehog(MK Ultra), FOUR FANTASTIC MALAYALAM FAVORS(3 ⅕ of heaven),(mega Tron),(vocab),TRINCOMALEE which consists of 3 ¼ of lemons, 3 ½ of velocity & Huron mega ¾ of Wheat. MK ULTRA MAZE (Malaysia unique) which consists of UVV, White & Black Noise, reverse psychology. TRON MAZE king’s men & IEST a.k.a. E.P.A. FANTASTIC TEST which consists of a dream, idea, correction, perfection (Golf & Technique) There were different computer programs that were trying to hack into my brain using a simple blackberry phone and a Windows XP 1996 computer tower.

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I was on the 9th floor; Cryon. All my family is dead, I'm the Russia's top secret. Hercules. They found me in Rome. The old Vatican in Greece capital. They say it's Adonis the Greek mythology god. I'm from Zeus and otúms heaven. And I dropped when I got shot on the ninth floor. The smog in America and Afghanistan is laughing gas from the yellowstone park volcano when Atlantis city raised in 2012. They use it for a cover on their face and move there nose, ears, mouth. The whole body mostly. Pose as anything. In Afghanistan, they call me Roswell child because Jesus dropped when Zeus came down to save me.

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My Maiden name is Coleman Allyn Greene. I am 20 years old and I have a daughter that is 4 years old. Maine needs to accomplish with this letter to build a relationship with the pastor, the bishop and the Holy See at the Vatican church of Rome. They also want to make amends, go under UCC law and get in the right mind with God. I am going to give you a little bit of my religious background history and what led me to the Vatican Church of Rome and UCC law. I have had negative energy build up ever since I was 5 years old; so it had a negative impact on me and the people around me. I felt stressed about my life to where I’m hiding it so much I can’t feel it anymore. It seemed to go away once I activated my kundalini and got used to the feeling it brought upon me. When I was 5 years old my parents separated and kept getting together over and over. It made me confused while I was growing up and it gave me mixed emotions and false realities about what a family should be like. The only spiritual path my parents put me in was going to a Christian church until I was about 9 years old. I never considered myself a Christian because I didn’t believe just one god because my dad introduced me to auras and believing the universe. That’s when I had a lot of negative energy attached to me and attached to the people around me hope.

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When I was age 5-10 I developed bad habits like holding in my feelings, wanting to cry alone until I felt depressed because I was stolen from stores and family. My mom and dad got divorced and kept getting back together. I felt confused so I blocked out my love for my immediate family. I felt a lot of negative emotions until I was alone and feeling my own emotions with my counselor every other month. At 6 years old I judged myself a lot so my family could be happy and not feel their pain. It affected a lot of my friend’s relationships with me and for them. At 9 years old I started to develop bad habits such as smoking, feeling fake emotions to hide my real feelings. Age 10-14 I had a lot of stress going on in my life; I had my spiritual mind open, I had bad habits developing and had a miscarriage with my first love. My spiritual journey started when my dad introduced me to auras and believing the universe. At age 11- 13 that’s when I had a lot of negative energy attached to me; I have developed a lot of bad habits and negative energy from starting my spiritual journey at a young age and being around negative people. I have a lot of stress from holding in my emotions and having a miscarriage at a young age. Age 14-16 I leaned towards sex, drugs, stealing and partying. I treated my life like it wasn’t that important to be serious enough to love myself or even be the best I can be. I learned a lot in my life during these ages, it made me grow up faster than I could in the vision of my life to have taken place. Age 16-20 I have had a spiritual awakening, my stress and depression alleviated from my emotions. I had my daughter as my motivation to stop my bad habits that would soon carry on to her personality. I didn't want that to happen to her or myself, sol; tend to hide my feelings away from her in a bad way and I'm trying to understand the way I have been hiding it soil; can I undo that one thing I taught myself sons sun. That one thing made me feel like I was trapped inside something I never wanted to be in and I finally got out and want to stay where I am at with myself because I am happy inside without people.

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I'm not Coleman. I'm Lucifer's a quantum from Obama's nation's mind control. I am an angel, Micheal on a top secret mission from apollo 1 in 2001.⅗ i am trying to complete mission apollo 14 on my way to Avatars new haven in 4047 to complete my soul life journey with my father and immediate family in my generation. I got here when the valyrians came down and tried to destroy your haven. I am from galaxy xtractly Povator. In my profile pic is me and Hail Mary from dilemma 12. Earth, Venus, and Moon 14 hacked heaven and put us in a universal time lapse with Lucifer a quantum and the Mk ultra to mind control the universe and all 13 dilemmas. New world order is in effect. Go back to yellowstone, loophole Canyon. There's also a loophole to the 3rd world through San Bernardino national park.

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I'm the Russia's top secret. Hercules. They found me in Rome. The old Vatican in Greece capital. They say it's Adonis the Greek mythology god. I'm from thor's heaven. And I dropped when I got shot on the ninth floor. The smog in America and Afghanistan is laughing gas from Atlantic City when they raised in 1996. They use it for a cover on their face and move there nose, ears, mouth. The whole body mostly. Pose as anything. In Afghanistan, they call me Roswell child because Red Rainbow found me and wanted to know what I knew. Soi went into their deepest ideas and told them what their “god” wanted to let them know. They call me Aviator.

I was homeschooled in the redwoods of Utah Washington. With my stepfather, grandparents, and brother. They were friends with mostly the animals, near and far near of the country. We never really traveled that far out of the country unless it was to have meetings for school or family events. I mostly traveled with the animals on the side of the road as they were driving. I like when my family felt like they were special to the animals as well. My whole family was into doing spells on each other and something always told me that it wasn't good for me to look into the spell because it was bad for my eyesight. I always liked to visit the tree marks with this spirit named Violet. We always wanted to understand what it was like to see things in different perspectives. So we left from school one day and went into the woods and met our distinct family from another part of our tree that was across our country. They had a really small cabin by the lake arrowhead in Mount rushmoore.

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It’s 3 am so, happy Nygmobblepot Week? I’m putting just an excerpt under the cut because this is a 8k long monster lol

“I’ve heard you’re looking for me”

Crash .

Oswald turned around on his heels to briefly glare at the man who had let himself in his office without any kind of warning, hand slowly clenching closed around the emptiness where once a rather expensive glass of wine had been - red wine that was slowly seeping into the carpet and irreparably staining it “How many times did I tell you not to do that?”

Edward rolled his eyes at the hissed question and sprawled on one of the visitors chairs, grimacing at the way his long limbs were forced into an uncomfortable position; he didn’t know it for sure, but Edward suspected that the Penguin had intentionally furnished his office with the most beautiful and cramped chairs he could find in order to cut his meetings short “So jumpy" 

“I’m not jumpy!” 

Edward just arched an eyebrow in response. 

Oswald huffed and raked one hand through his hair in a rather uncharacteristic nervous gesture “Alright, maybe I am a little jumpy”

“And I assume the reason why also has to do with the fact that you’ve had your men combing my hideouts for days" Edward’s eyes narrowed “I dislike being chased all around the city” he reminded the other man, voice low and threatening: they might have agreed on a truce once they had both realised that neither of them truly wanted to kill the other, but that didn’t make them friends - the Penguin was going to pay for any service he requested, like any other criminal in town

And the Riddler was everything but cheap - quite the opposite, in fact.  

“I need a favour”

“I gathered as much”

Oswald sighed heavily at the belligerent tone in Edward’s voice and sat down behind his desk, fingers briefly going to his temples in order to try and get rid of the painful tension he could slowly feel pooling there “Must you always be so obnoxious?” 

“Do you really want to antagonize the man you need a favour from?“ 

Damn, but Edward was right - as always, much to Oswald’s chagrin: if there was something he loathed, it was being wrong and having his face rubbed in it. He retrieved a thick envelope from the tower of paperwork, balanced on the corner of his desk, and tossed it at Edward so that the other man could have a look at its contents; he was sure that once Edward read the documents in it, he wouldn’t have much explaining left to do.

Oswald still couldn’t believe that someone had had the guts to actually pull his records and had the brilliant idea of sending him a deportation order.  

To the goddamned kingpin of Gotham’s underworld.

To the Penguin.

“I knew your mother was an immigrant, but I thought you were born here” Edward hummed, putting the papers down so that he could focus on Oswald “I fail to understand why this has you so shaken: you’re a criminal, resisting deportation can hardly make your record look worse than it already is"

It was times like those that Oswald wondered how it was possible for someone as clever as Edward, who took every chance he could to remind everyone about how smart he was, could also be such an obtuse person; it was a question that tormented him, especially when he had had a little too much to drink and there wasn’t enough work for him to focus on and keep the morose thoughts at bay.  Oswald took a deep breath and laced his fingers together to keep them in check in case the temptation to hit Edward overcame him: it wasn’t such a rare impulse for him to feel around the other and his mother had taught him that prevention was better than the cure “In case you have forgotten, I have plenty of legal businesses too”

Edward shrugged “Well, you’ve been balancing on the edge of the knife long enough: time to come and live in the dark like the rest of us"

Oswald gritted his teeth: God, but Edward made it so hard sometimes “My unique ability to operate in the grey zone between law and crime is the reason why you and the rest of the Rogues have plenty of benefits, such as actually qualified doctors and lawyers who don’t turn on you just because of who you are"

And that wasn’t something Edward could call out as a lie, considering that just the week before he had had a very good surgeon extract a bullet from his calf and had even stitched him up rather decently - not that he particularly cared about scars, but still “Do you want me to forge you papers, then?” Oswald certainly had people in his employ who were better qualified for the job, but maybe he was just trying to keep the situation under wraps - typical Penguin behaviour.

“It’s a little late for that, isn’t it?”

Well, yes. But Oswald had money: how much would it cost to buy a couple of immigration officials “I must admit that I’m out of ideas” Edward answered with a grimace, disliking even the thought of having to admit that he couldn’t see the solution to a puzzle: was he really growing that slow and old? He had never liked not having answers but since his brief stint as a stupid person, almost a decade prior when he had been freed from the prison of ice Oswald had put him into, Edward had become even more sensitive and easily irritable whenever his brain stuttered - especially when just simple reasoning was required: after all, Oswald must already have had a proposal if he had called him there.

Why couldn’t he see the answer too?

“Marry me"

Edward blinked slowly as the two words sank in his brain “Marry you?”

“You’re American, aren’t you?” Oswald snapped “I don’t like this idea better than you do but after I get American citizenship through our marriage, we’ll divorce as soon as it stops being suspicious”

“Why me?” Edward raised a finger to briefly stop Oswald from answering “I mean, despite our truce, everyone knows we’re enemies: I tried to kill you countless times, you froze me and put me on display in the middle of your club - nobody would fall for the charade” there, he had found a fallacy in Oswald’s plan.

Crisis averted.  

“Nobody else knows me like you do, Edward - and these people ask loads of questions” Oswald pointed out “And we have history: for us to shack up and tie the knot wouldn’t be too weird, especially considered Gotham’s standards” stranger things had happened: the Penguin and the Riddler getting married after a decade of enmity wouldn’t even make the top ten “Look, I’d love to ask anyone else but I can’t afford this going wrong, Edward - for my sake and for yours too" there was a reason why the Rogues had stopped challenging his position of power and it was that having the Penguin on the throne was more convenient for everyone involved.  

Edward grimaced as he tried to keep his breathing under control: Oswald had just put him in a rather difficult position and his choice could possibly endanger those few friends he had; the Rogues were the closest thing he had ever had to a family and the man in front of him knew that and he had no qualms about using that piece of knowledge against him.  Edward had never had the pleasure of playing chess against Oswald but if the other man was as ruthless on the board as he was when it came to moving people around and manipulating them into doing his bidding, Edward wasn’t so sure he would win “It still is quite the risky plan" he observed, biding for time “Can we pull such a thing off?”

Part of Oswald - a rather bitter one, admittedly - wanted to remind Edward that he had no problems lying through his teeth without Oswald suspecting a thing, while the other man was planning his downfall. Instead, Oswald took a deep breath - he felt like he had been going that a lot lately - and squared his shoulders “We’re both known for our cunning: we can persuade some government official that our marriage is genuine" 

Plus, if he had to be honest, Oswald had already gathered the necessary paperwork and started filling it in: he had long given up on ever finding someone who would love him enough to stay by his side for the rest of their lives; if he had to enter the sham of a marriage to avoid being kicked out of his home, he wanted the other person to be someone he respected at least.

The fact that his heart still ached for Edward even after all those years and the ugly words between them, well… it was a problem that Oswald had been dealing with for the last decade: how much worse than that could it get?

Edward’s silence had started to grow a little too long for Oswald’s tastes and his stomach felt heavy, as if his guts had tangled themselves into a knot that nothing short of a well-sharpened knife could undo: was Edward really so repulsed by the thought of being his husband for a set amount of time, that he would endanger his friends’ lives?

It hurt, but Oswald was used to soldering through pain “I know it’s a lot to ask for” he started, lips pressed into a thin line as he mulled over the best words to use to reach the other man and establish a connection with him; once upon a time, it had been so easy - they had been able to talk to one another with just their eyes, their bond so strong that Oswald believed it would last through the hardest and most testing situations.

How wrong he had been.  

How foolish.  

How hopelessly in love.  

Oswald swallowed around the lump in his throat, trying to dislodge it so that he wouldn’t sound too choked up when he started speaking again; it didn’t help - if anything, his esophagus felt even more closed up than before - and Oswald rubbed the skin over his upper lip in an attempt at appearing like he was busy thinking, rather than suffocating on air.   

“I’ll do it”

And just like that, the lump dissolved “Thank you.  Of course, I’ll reward you handsomely: whatever you ask, it’s yours”

“I’ll hold you to that”

 Oswald nodded “I expect nothing less: I’m not a charity case, this is a business transaction” 

Put it like that, it sounded better than thinking about the whole ordeal in more practical terms. Edward slumped against the back of the chair, one hand hovering over his lips as if to hold a scream in: they were getting married “I’ll have a glass of what you’re having” he murmured when Oswald shuffled away from the desk.

God, they were getting married. 

(Continues on ao3)

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