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melanieph321 · 1 year ago

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Ruben Dias x Reader - A House Is Not A Home Part 4/8

This chapter = A forbidden kiss 💋 🤭

Ruben's wife dies during childbirth along with their son. Ruben hasn't been in a relationship since. Y/N is a single mother to a four year old boy. She buys a house in the small town that Ruben lives in. The house needs alot of fixing which Ruben helps with, resulting in him slowly falling in love with Y/N. However, falling in love with Y/N makes Ruben feel like he is betraying his dead wife.

Enjoy!

You and Ruben rode in his truck on the way to the house.

"No, turn it up."

"What, the radio?"

"Yes, I love this song." You leand forward, stretching your hand to turn up the volume yourself. Ruben looked at you with a crooked smile.

"What, you don't have a favorite song?"

He snorted. "No."

"Don't lie."

He frowned. "Why would I lie about that?"

"I dunno, because you're trying to hide the fact that you're a swiftie like me."

"A what?"

"A swiftie. A fan of singer/songwriter Taylor Swift."

"Who?"

You rolled your eyes, turning up the music a little more. "Johnny would've loved this song." The sounds of Wildest Dreams burst through the radio, the base of the song felt throughout the car. Ruben kept his eyes on the road, failing to hide his grin. He reached out to turn down the volume once the song faded, the radio station moving on to play the next greatest hit.

"So when is he coming?" He asked.

"Pardon?"

"Your husband. He's eventually coming down to live with you in the house, right?"

"Um...right."

Nothing really prevented you from telling Ruben about Johnny. You had to lie initially, but now that the deal was done, the house being yours, there was really no need to keep it up.

"Is it hard, being away from each other?"

There was a longing in Ruben's voice when he asked you this question, a longing you knew that you couldn't ignore.

Ruben nodded understandingly. You couldn't imagine how much he must miss his wife. And his son, who he never got to meet.

"Yes. I miss him alot." It wasn't a lie, you really missed Johnny, your son, more than anything in the world. "I try to tell him to be patient, but he gets so anxious, you know."

"So...what are we doing today?" You asked, an attempt to lift the fallen mood.

Ruben perked up. "Um...I have a guy coming to check the powerline. It must have snapped during the storm for there to have been a power outage."

"Okay. Will he be able to fix it today?" As much as you loved staying with David and Katarina, their hospitality towards you was well overdue.

"I hope so."

You arrived at the house before the powerline guy, meaning you and Ruben had to wait for him. But waiting made you restless so you naturally began exploring your new home. You walked up and down the hallway downstairs, amongst the furniture covered in sheets. Now that you knew the story of Ruben and his wife you weren't sure weather you should get rid of some of the stuff that had been left behind in the house.

"Do you think it's possible to get rid of the wall?" You returned outside, having pondered the question.

"What wall?" Ruben frowned.

"The one in he living room?"

"Y/N," He chuckled. "There is more than one wall in the living room."

"Ruben, you okay?"

"Then come and see it for yourself."

You turned around, ready to march back into the house.

"Ruben?"

Realizing that he wasn't right behind you, you turned backaround. Ruben stood frozen outside his old house, staring up at it, looking lost and afraid.

You approach him.

He shook his head. "No."

"No?"

"No."

The words slipped out of him with caution, but Ruben explained that he was simply terrified of stepping inside his old home, which had been left untouched for years after his wife passed away. He felt like the memories were too much to bear, and he couldn't bring himself to renovate or even clean the place out of fear of losing the last remaining bits of his beloved partner.

You listened patiently as Ruben shared his story, and then you offered him your hand.

"Everyone has to face their fear someday, even you."

There was somthing childlike with Ruben taking a hold of your hand. Like a toddler, trusting its parents to guide them through life. Nevertheless, that's exactly what you did. With your back turned to the house, you guided Ruben into it, one step of the time. Once you were inside it came naturally to you to grab a hold of his other hand, guiding him deeper through a house that probably held so many of his memories, happy and sad.

"It's this wall." You stopped once you reached the living room. Ruben held your gaze for a bit longer, having never let his eyes wander freely as the two of you had entered the house.

"I want to take down this wall and separate the living room from the dining room. This could make the space feel more open." And less intimidating, you thought.

Ruben observed the wall, nodding his head understandingly. He seemed to have found himself again. "Alright, just let me get my sledgehammer."

"That was fun." You collapsed on the floor, surrounded by the rubble of the old walls.

Together, you donned your gloves, ready to tackle the task at hand. You and Ruben took turns with the hammer, tearing down the walls of the house. With every blow, he looked to find a newfound sense within himself, a new found strength. You chatted with Ruben, sharing stories and jokes to distract him from the emotional weight of the moment. At first, Ruben was hesitant and nervous, but as the afternoon wore on, he began to relax and enjoy the process. You laughed together as you knocked down the walls, creating a new, open layout for the house. By the time you finished, Ruben looked transformed - no longer haunted by the ghosts of his past, but instead filled with hope and gratitude for the present.

"I'm worried for you." Ruben chuckled, stretching you a hand to help you back onto your feet. He didn't like you laying amongst the debris.

"Worried, why?" You frowned, letting his strong arms pull you to a stand.

"If this is what you call having fun." He said. "Then I'm worried for you."

"Stop it." You hit him in the arm. "You know what I mean. It was kinda fun bringing down a giant wall with a sledgehammer. I feel like I got all my rage out."

"It was something alright."

You stood close enough to see the sweat dripping down Ruben's forhead. You could imagine the shower you would need after this. It had been a workout of its own kind. A DIY workout.

"Y/N I..."

You were suddenly aware of how close Ruben's face was to yours, his breath warming your cheek. If you had payed less attention to the sweat dripping down his forhead you might have noticed how he was looking at you, how Ruben's eyes had been shifting from your face to your lips with a lustful glare. And so when he kissed you it came as a surprise, making you stumble backwards. Ruben caught you, his arm wrapping gently around your waist, railing you in to have you pressed against his chest.

"Ruben." You moaned against his mouth.

The kiss had deepened, with Ruben grunting in response, his eager front pressing against your pelvis. It felt good. Too good.

"Ruben please." Your palms to his chest slightly pushed off of him, the rest Ruben did himself.

"Fuck, I'm sorry."

He took a step back with wide eyes, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"It's okay Ruben, I didn't..."

He shook his head. "No it's not. I shouldn't have done that, I shouldn't have kissed you."

You frowned, having just been caught by surprise. Had the kiss been that bad for him?

"You have a husband Y/N." He said, reminding you of your lies.

"Oh." You chuckled. "No Ruben, it's okay I...."

"It's really not...okay."

"What? No. I'm not married Ruben, you don't have to...."

The sound of a honking horn interrupted. A truck had pulled up outside.

"I'm sorry, I have to..." Ruben was glad to escape, leaving you behind.

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boydepartment · 2 years ago

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request something soft and sweet with riki. I'm so soft for him always atm. Like maybe a warm lazy afternoon nap where you gently push back his hair from his face careful not to wake him and you run your fingers over his eyebrow and press a kiss there and then you gently brush your knuckles across his cheek and press a kiss there too and of course you can't resist his cute little nose so you press a kiss there too and when you pull back riki's eyes are still closed but he's smiling and you belatedly realize he's been awake the whole time 😖😖😖😖

Maybe riki teases you or maybe he quietly lies there as the tips of his ears pinken. Maybe he opens his eyes when you call him out and pulls you in for a kiss. Maybe he keeps his eyes closed and simply mutters a 'you missed a spot' meaning you better kiss those pink pouty lips of his or you'll be sorry. Maybe you're ~just~ friends toeing a blurry line.

Honestly you can write whatever you want I just need sweet tender moments with riki 🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺

I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!!!! 💓💓💓💓💓 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING I LOVE U SM

RIKI SHUT UP- Nishimura Riki x Gn! Reader

warnings: like one joke of throwing urself off a highway lol

wc- 900

MASTERLIST

It was a really hot summer afternoon, the kind of afternoon where the bugs outside sounded like powerlines and you didn’t need a blanket to have a nice nap basked in warmth. That is where you and your best friend found yourselves. You woke up a little while ago and let yourself relax in this peaceful atmosphere. As much as you wanted to- you stopped yourself from looking at your friend next to you. He was still peacefully sleeping; you could hear his soft snores. It had been a long week for him so getting this rest in, even if he didn’t want to- was vital.

Now who was sleeping next to you? Right, your best friend. Nishimura Riki. Your relationship has definitely crossed to a territory that has you questioning what you were. You both would do things that couples do all the time, of course not publicly. Your activities included, baking together, holding hands at random points, cuddling and watching movies, and lastly an abundance of staring at each other for way too long. It got to the point where your heart knew you were in love with him, but your brain did not want to accept it. I mean how embarrassing is it to ask, “what are we?” Especially because what if he just thought it was normal friend things. You gripped your hair and rubbed your eyes.

Finally giving in- you looked at him…

Your brain clicked and agreed instantaneously with your heart.

Riki was still sleeping, the sun hitting the back of your wall now letting the light bounce off and onto him. He looked like he truly didn’t have a care in the world, he looked like his brain finally was relaxing. He always works so hard so seeing him this peaceful made your heart so happy.

His hair perfectly fell in front of his eyes- as cliché as it was. His mouth slightly agape as he breathed. Riki was truly beautiful, you’d never tell him that though. Without thinking your hand brushed through his hair. It was a little damaged due to the heavy bleaching but it’s not like you minded. You told him he should start sleeping in a bonnet, but he only agreed if you guys got matching ones. You of course agreed and bought a set on amazon.

“You’re so pretty…” You mumbled ever so quietly. Surprisingly… he didn’t wake up even with your hands brushing through his hair. Your fingers then rubbed his eyebrows. Your heart smiled as he nudged his face in your hand.

“What am I going to do…” You whispered to yourself. Your eyes studied his face like you didn’t know it like the back of your hand. Every mole, smile line, acne spots, everything. Your fingers lined his face more and he stayed sleeping. You found yourself giving him a kiss on his forehead. This wasn’t unheard of in your weird “platonic” friendship. He did this to you all the time to tease you. You went from his forehead to his nose. When you pulled away you saw him grinning widely like some psycho.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” You pushed him and he practically got halfway shoved off the bed.

“HEY!” He moved his body back on the bed and got way too close to you like when he was obsessed with that stupid dance on tiktok.

Your face felt like someone poured lava on it, “YOU WERE ASLEEP!”

“Um no I wasn’t obviously.” Riki threw his head back and started laughing.

“WELL! WELL! When did you wake up!?” You didn’t even want to look at him.

Suddenly he started giggling, “I woke up before you, then pretended to be asleep.”

Your jaw was on the floor. You felt immensely embarrassed, and you wanted to genuinely throw yourself on a highway.

“Sooooo you think I’m pretty?” He asked and poked you. You jumped and glared at him.

“No-“

“Oh what ever shall you do-“

“RIKI SHUT UP!” You started laughing as he started poking you more.

You kept laughing until you couldn’t anymore, you settled down and you were both left facing each other.

“For the record, I think you’re really pretty too.”

Your brows furrowed and you scoffed a bit, “your job leaves you with seeing really hot people everyday- I don’t think I meet their level of attractiveness.”

Riki suddenly sat up, “WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?”

“DUDE, you are literally an idol, you are surrounded by idols like all the time. I am not an attractive idol. Cause shocker I am not an idol.” You spoke as if you were explaining why 2+2=4.

Riki looked down at you, “like that matters, I like being around YOU, I think YOU are pretty. I LIKE YOU!”

Suddenly the air shifted, and he looked like he just farted in church.

“You like me?” You sat up now. Riki looked at you and took a deep breath, he looked like he was contemplating. You watched as he nodded.

“I do like y-“

“ilikeyoutoo!” You said quickly, not wasting another second. His face lit up and he grinned just like he did when you “woke” him up.

“Okay now pretend to be asleep so I can kiss you all over your pretty face but then you ‘wake’ up and then we tease-“

“OKAY OKAY I GET IT!” At that, you pretended to fall asleep and he fulfilled his promise of kissing you all over your face.

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stuck-in-the-ghost-zone · 7 months ago

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MACKEREL. b4 i go 2 bed and forget. ik u might have talked abt it? but i would love ur thoughts on mark & tide power shit.... insanely scary 2 me that they can team up now. idea of them fighting at All is insanely scary? can they like Mass Electrocute People now? hello electrical safety!! i think downed power line in a flash flood really does convey what i think of them. but u also r the resident tidalwave guy. so. eyes emoji!!! ok goodnight <33

oh my god..... im the resident tidalwave guy...... that's so much power and I will NOT use it responsibly <3

powerline in a flash flood is EXACTLY how I picture their powers interacting btw. god.. it's so scary on BOTH sides because like. can you imagine the fucking collateral damage when they fight EACH OTHER?????? that's a "holy shit clear the city block or else" kind of power interaction I think. I think Tide instead of making big waves would probably try to condense his power into smaller like... bubbles? projectiles? separate objects so there isn't like. widespread electric charge throuhj all of his water. u know what's also cool. I still haven't made my post abt this because it's literally just me waxing poetic about wetsuits of all things BUT. I think tides costume is built like a Wetsuit But More which means the majority of the outside layer is probably neoprene which is resistant to electric currents. so like. it works out so perfect. he's not immune to being zapped obv bbut I think he can tank one or two direct hits before it becomes a problem . I think there was a really embarrassing fight really early on in their rivalry where mark realized a lot of his gadgets were Not Waterproof so he had to get out of there so fast before Tide short circuited all his gear. lmao skill issue.

TEAM UP FIGHTING THOUGH. OOOOOH BUDDY. THE TEAM ATTACKS PROBABLY GO FUCKING CRAZY. i know it wasn't described tjis way in canon but could you IMAGINE if the way they busted through the barrier in ep 38 was by like... tide making a big water fist and punching the barrier and just as it made contact mark electrified it so it shattered on impact....... man....... no but seriously I bet they're so fucking dangerous together. tide can flood a city block. tide can make individual projectiles out of water. imagine you're gonna get hit with pokemon move bubble beam and then it gets turned into fuckign. thunderbolt halfway through.

i imagine they don't necessarily *need* to be in close range, Mark can probably make one of his little disc things that emits an electric charge that he can throw into the water. but because I'm still on my tidalwave shit. picturing them standing like... back to back surrounded by whatever and tide shields them with this big dome of water and mark puts his hands (big gauntlets) on it to electrify it..... do u see the vision here. ifk man it's like 3am im just making shit up. I think. the first time they kiss tide get static shocked so bad.

#theres probably sooooooo much more gay shit u could do with their powers......#two elements who should Not Be Interacting #i talked a lot abt the electricity part of marks powers bc i think thats hot but i also think he can do stuff w Soundwaves too right????#fuckin. idk. tide floods a street and cant make waves for whatever reason #ans mark just like. claps his gauntlets together and makes a big soundwave that pushes all the water into a .#coughs.#tidalwave.#IDK MAN IM JUST MAKING SHIT UPPPPP #disclaimer ifk how electricity works.#asks #intertexts #OKAY. IM HOING YO BED NOW TOO #gonna be thinking abt tidalwave the whole time tho #jrwi pd

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lonelyfanboy48 · 3 months ago

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Gravity Falls Holidays, Festivities And Elude Traditions Chapter 13 Manly’s VHS Gospel

Wendy made her way back to her place with it being close to midnight, close to Christmas’s arrival. During her walk, she sees Christmas lights from the houses through the trees turning off, especially the trees they decorated from their backyards. She was thankful she got her chance of celebrating the holiday in the festival, but she can’t accept it won’t be her only time. She’s thankful she avoids her family unlike Pacifica’s but at this point, there’s no going back.

Once other houses turned out their lights, there was only one house that kept its lights on. Wendy noticed the direction of her home had lights of many colors but what surprises her the most is the lights next to the building. Upon getting on the trail to her house, the lights got brighter, but no sooner had she seen it that she realized it wasn’t her house. She slowly walked with her eyes seeing the brightness.

“Is that the?” Soon she ran to see it. When she stopped by her house, it was the tree she and Pacifica cut down and decorated. “Miss Adorn Lumberer Tree!?” She smiled. “I can’t believe it. It was just like how it was decorated.”

With the star still displayed on the top, she was thrilled to keep something she really wanted. But she remembered it wasn’t Pacifica nor the others who brought the tree here. In fact, she expected her father and brothers to be waiting at the front door after searching for her. When she walked towards the front door, she slowly opened it but the moment it went wide open, she got pelted by snowballs, catching her by surprise.

“Woah!” She reacted as more snowballs hit her.

“Yeah! Get annihilated by your own brothers!” Marcus cheered.

Her brothers came out as Wendy whipped the snow off of her. “Did you just?? Throw snowballs at me?”

“Yeah.” Kevin responded.

“Better than getting punished, right?” Gus added.

“I’m not getting punished after I escaped?” Wendy spoked.

Her father Daniel appeared from the left of the house. He didn’t want to join his sons knowing it’ll spoil his outfit in front of his daughter. “No, you’re not.” He spoke to Wendy’s attention. The reveal of his outfit was a Santa outfit with his size. It was a difficult time to put it on in a short amount of time upon heading home, but it was the only way to surprise Wendy after encountering Pacifica. Wendy thought she was seeing things that can only happen in dreams but once she lifted her hand up to feel her dad’s costume, her eyes weren't messing with her.

“Dad…” She blinked. “How did you and…” She turned to her brothers. “...All of you…got into…”

“The spirit of Christmas?”

“This is…impossible.”

“It’s hard to believe, but we finally understand what the Christmas Festival means to you.” Marcus responded. “We were Christmas shopping when…a Northwest girl talked to us.”

“You mean…Pacifica?”

“Yes.” Gus answered.

Wendy thought she rescued her when she wanted to be alone, but the fact she lied just so to keep all of this secret, made her even more confused. “I’m so lost.”

“Aren’t you happy though?”

“With the tree, yes, but for you four I can’t say the same thing. I thought someone stole the tree at first.”

“It never got stolen, if it did, someone would’ve set it on fire.” Marcus responded.

“I told the people there our last names and they agreed to allow me to bring the tree here.” Daniel looked at the tree itself. “If we didn’t live close to Gravity Falls, it wouldn’t stay the way it is.”

“We drove it with the whole thing still standing.” Kevin replied. “It did bump into other trees but thankfully, it didn’t rip any powerlines.”

“Okay I have to admit, that’s really impressive.” Wendy smiled all the while turning to the house. “Because of how you decorated our house…”

“It’s our first time, it took us just over an hour.”

Then a string of lights fell from the roof, catching them by notice. “They really wanted to decorate it then wait for next year.” Daniel responded.

“It’s still in the spirit of Christmas, not gonna lie.” Wendy replied as she turned to her father. “But dad, this still feels…not like you.”

Daniel knew what her daughter meant, in fact, he would’ve said the same thing if he found her without talking to Pacifica. “What Pacifica did to me wasn’t like her either.”

“She’s changed, unlike her parents. Not that I blame you for not understanding but I would expect you to…”

“Throw snowballs at her?” Gus guessed.

“Something less harmful like that.”

Daniel knew how much he hated the Northwest family, but after talking to Pacifica, his mindset was always more steady than how he acted when it came to the training. “If I harmed her, she would’ve done something her family would do to us.”

“Hanging out with her at the festival made me see who she really is. If I’d met her sooner, I probably wouldn’t want to know her personally.”

“You would’ve been better off going to the festival alone.” Daniel then looked at the star on top of the tree. “But it wouldn’t do all of us a big favor.”

“What gave you the idea to make you…give Christmas a chance?”

Her father knew he had to show her the truth to where he’s no longer holding back. “When you were born three months later…we actually had Christmas.”

“Wait, you mean…when I was a few months old?”

“We’re just as surprised as you are.” Marcus responded.

“I’ll show you all when we get inside.” Daniel headed inside the cabin with his siblings following him. Inside the cabin, not a lot was decorated but in the kitchen, there were Christmas desserts that caught Wendy’s attention.

“What are you planning to do with those sweets?” She asked as she stopped and so did her family.

“Doing a Christmas feast tomorrow night, but that requires time. It’s the least we can do for the holidays other than training.”

“I can help, the good thing is, it won’t snow tomorrow night.”

“It’s just the five of us, it’s not going to be a big feast.” Kevin said.

“It could be.” Daniel spoked. “If you invite your friends Wendy, I wouldn’t mind, including Pacifica.”

“I would be better off helping you in case. Show me what you want to show me.”

Daniel took Wendy and the others to the living room where he placed the VHS on top of the VHS player. “All of you sit down on the couch.” He pointed at the couch. As Wendy and her brothers sat down, he took the VHS and showed it to them. When Wendy looked at the VHS closely, she saw the handwritten Christmas on it, and not in the same handwriting as her dad. “A lot didn’t happen on that day, but it was the only time I did something with someone during Christmas.”

“Wait, you mean?”

Daniel nodded as he turned on the TV and put the VHS in the VHS player. “Yes. Watch and find out.”

As the VHS player processed, Daniel sat down next to his daughter. Momentarily, the screen on the TV began playing the footage of Daniel’s first ever Christmas. He recorded with the camera inside of his cabin, as he got out from the front. Snow fell from the sky but what he’s focusing on is his wife, finishing up with her Christmas tree, all the while holding onto someone in her arm.

“You’re almost done?” He called.

“Yes I am, she’s gonna love it tonight.” She responded.

“I have the camera out, show me Wendy.”

She turned around, not only revealing Wendy as a three month old baby, but his wife’s face, catching Wendy’s attention, and her brothers as well. Her father didn’t look at her daughter, nor did his sons as he focused on the TV screen. He only watched the tape once and a while, the last time he watched it was when Gus was born. He had the same reaction with him, not on the same terms with his wife, until now.

In the tape, Wendy was cheering from the Christmas tree she enjoyed her mother decorating. “You sure doing this once is a good idea for her?” She asked.

“She won’t remember, I couldn’t remember everything when I was born.”

“But I really think she needs this as much as I do.”

Daniel refuses to bring up the agreement on camera, even with him holding it. “This is the best I can do for you so make sure she’s really excited for tonight.”

His wife sighed in disappointment but smiled, looking down at Wendy. “Are you ready for the most magical night Wendy?” Wendy cheered as she hugged her mother. “It’ll be your best first Christmas ever.” She hugged her baby.

Then the screen translated to night time with the Christmas lights on from the tree, revealing his wife who’s still holding onto Wendy. He slowly walked up to her while recording her. “You ready?” He asked.

“I hope she’s ready.” She responded as Daniel recorded Wendy holding onto a star in her hands. His wife stepped towards the Christmas tree, making sure she didn't have her baby drop the star from her hands. Daniel focused on Wendy who has her eyes on the Christmas lights from the tree. The tree was on the same spot the current tree is at, but it got cut down from the ground a decade later.

Wendy didn’t have any words from what she’s witnessing, especially with her mother allowing her to hold onto the star that wasn’t cheap, even from the time. She saw herself, being lifted by her mother, as Daniel zoomed in on his daughter, placing the star on top of the Christmas tree. A tear came down on her face, surprised after all these years in her life, her visit to the festival was her second Christmas experience.

In the tape, she cheered after placing the star on top of the Christmas tree. “Yes!” Her mom smiled. “Just as I hoped.” With the lights of many colors continuing to glow thanks to the star, Wendy cheered from the sight itself. “Just as how my parents allowed me to place the star on top.”

Behind the camera, Daniel couldn’t argue how wonderful this is not only for his wife, but also Wendy. He admires the way Wendy hugged her mother from the joy she had placing the star, but it won’t change the fact she won’t have the same moment for the following years in December. His wife kissed Wendy’s forehead, thanking her for placing the star on top of the Christmas tree.

“You’re gonna miss Christmas once the sun rises, but once you see this tape, you will celebrate your first Christmas with me.” Her mother smiled with her daughter lying her head on her chest as the tape finally ended.

Daniel had tears coming down from his face now that the VHS had ended, but once he looked at the faces of his sons, including his daughter, tears continued to stream down. “This isn’t awesome, it’s…” Marcus replied.

“Beautiful!” Both Kevin and Gus added.

Wendy got off from the couch, walking up to the VHS player as the VHS came out. She took the VHS with her hands shaking, turning to her father who also got up. “Dad…” She responded. “I…”

“Merry Christmas.” Her father responded as he gave her daughter a hug. Wendy gave into the hug, wrapping her arm around his father. “I’m sorry I kept that tape away from you and never allowed you to have another Christmas.”

“I’m more profound that my mother prefers Christmas more than training, especially apocalypse training.”

“I should’ve given you more Christmases, especially with your brothers. I’ve wasted more than a decade and a half, training and training, all I ever did is make this family distance itself from my wife!” Daniel cried as Wendy laid her head on her father’s body.

“The only thing you did for us is protect us.” She smiled. “Despite all the stress you give me, the only thing I’ll never scold you, is giving me life, like my brothers.”

“I wouldn’t have a wife if I never got married to a Christmas loving woman!”

Marcus, Kevin and Gus came off the couch, joining in on the hug who couldn’t agree more. Even if they wished their mother was with them for Christmas, they'd make the best out of it for their feast tomorrow. Upon breaking the hug, Wendy noticed the gifts displayed on the ground next to the wall. She walked up to them, noticing the names of her and her brothers on them.

“Are these for us?” She asked.

“Yes, we split up to buy gifts for each other. You and your brothers will open them in the morning.” He answered.

Wendy then noticed the name of her mother was displayed. “You brought a gift for mom?”

“If I meet her again, I’ll give it to her and it’s the most expensive gift I bought, aside from the tree I brought here. I just wished she was here so I can show her how much Christmas really means to this family now.”

“Do you still have her phone number?”

“Yes, but even if I call her now, I don’t think she’ll make it here on time tomorrow.”

“You can tell her to come over for next year’s Christmas.” Kevin said.

“It may be a year later, but that would mean we'll have a full month ready for the holiday.” Marcus added.

“I’ll let her know on New Year’s Eve. As long as we’re doing less training, she’ll appreciate the changes in our family. We should probably go to sleep now.”

“Sure, it’s gonna be a busy Christmas day.”

As Wendy’s brothers made their way to their room while Daniel headed inside the bathroom, Wendy only stared at her mother’s gift from her dad. She doesn't know what her dad gave her, but if there’s one way to give her father a gift in a time like this, it’s the only way. When she turned to the bathroom door being closed by her dad, she headed inside his bedroom. She looked through the drawers to find her mother’s phone number her Dad kept. Luckily she found it with her mother’s full name on it. Upon taking it out, she got out of her dad’s bedroom as she headed to her bedroom. The moment her dad came out of the bathroom, he headed to the kitchen to do one more thing.

Wendy took a deep breath, as she closed her bedroom door, she took out her phone. She sat down on her mattress as she looked at her mother’s phone number, pressing the digits on her phone. Despite the emotions she’s feeling, she’s hoping her mom can catch her voice mail when she gets the chance. She prepared her phone call, all the while her father went outside before heading to his bedroom.

He looked at the cord connected to the Christmas tree with the on and off switch on it. He walked up to it and he turned off the lights from the tree. He’ll turn them on once night falls tomorrow as he plans to have the feast next to the tree. The only thing he’ll miss is her wife by his side but no matter what, it won’t ruin his feast with his sons and daughter. As he entered back inside the cabin, he headed straight to his bedroom to go to sleep.

Wendy did what she could to make the voicemail, all the while being quiet for her family to not listen. It wasn’t easy nor she’s sure it’ll happen before it’s too late, but she hopes she won’t have a Christmas without a single member of her family missing out. She only met her mother during her infant months, especially during their first Christmas, but she knows her mother will recognize her from her voicemail by chance.

#fanfiction #fanfic #Gravity Falls #gravity falls wendy #wendy corduroy #christmas #disney animation #Disney #disney channel #manly dan #christmas tree

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angelhairpastawithherbs · 8 months ago

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this is going to be very different from stuff i say usually but as someone who actually went through this and knows how others have talked about it, but i need to talk about the energy situation in south and east texas even though nobody seems to care warning for natural disasters some medical things and death

centerpoint is based in houston although they provide services in several states and large areas, they supply electrical power and natural gas and some other things i think, but essentially they are the coke for electricity because of their monopoly on the market both in the city its based but also down into galveston on the coast and more east to our state border and theyve had lots of problems most notably in the freeze a few years prior

enter hurricane beryl, which is currently just categorized as being a level one though there is some debate on whether it should be upgraded to a higher level

it seems like this is gonna be a changing point, although for better or for worse is still unclear

last sunday is when it finally hit and to be fair it was worse than originally thought it would be, although that is no excuse for what followed and how a multimillion dollar company is trying to act

two million people over the course of the week after have been dealing and likely still are dealing with no electricity, no communication and no idea when their power is coming back, think about that for a minute, over two million in nearly one hundred degree heat and no air conditioning or fans and more importantly no communication and no ability to plan because of this company

if they had given actual real dates or some kind of general estimate then it would have been okay but instead their site was under maintenance for two entire days after, then when it was finally back up their outage map was so inaccurate people started using their apps for whataburger and chicfila because it was a more accurate look at where power was and gave them better estimates than the official map, and then on top of that their outage report was turned off so people couldnt even tell them areas that had been affected

but instead whoever was in charge decided it would be a better idea to have a truck come out to survery the area prolonging the outages for days and have literally thousands of linemen, some from other states sit and wait for entire days and not give them any direction even though in most areas powerlines werent even damaged and just needed a new transformer or something that would only take a day or two at most to fix if not maybe a few hours

instead now a full week after there are still people who are dealing without power around two hundred thousand i believe, but when you look at the numbers i want you to remember its not the actual people but instead the accounts people have meaning it could be twice as many in reality still affected without any clue when it will come back

official statements were also vague and did not give any real information but were only realeased so it seemed like theyre on top of things when in reality centerpoint in this case did everything that you could possibly imagine wrong and worse while millions of people suffered at the hands of their bumbling idiotic greed for money and little intention to act like a real company and have not only left homes without any power but also hospitals and caused the death of many individuals plus countless injuries myself included from fainting and heat exhaustion neither of which i have ever had the misfortune of dealing with before yet have because of this company

news outlets havent said anything worthwile either, not talking about how people are literally dying because of the heat and the failure of centerpoint but instead theres countless articles talking about how silly and quirky using the whataburger map is to track outages because the official thing is so bad, focusing on distracting folks who are currently oblivious to that actual situation so our beloved corporation is protected and preventing anyone who wasnt affected to learn in detail what actually happened because theyre fully aware that if what happened ever reached outside this half of texas there is no chance in hell theyd get away with it

the whitehouse also has done absolutely nothing as there is currently not any basic aid being sent out nor any statement released at least not in ways that are noticable, extreme temperature warnings are the biggest thing issued which wasnt helpful although currently our governor has actually gotten his head out from his ass finally stating investigations should be made into the company and theres talk of lawsuits so i guess stay tuned if theres a petition i will say so and please sign it but at this point i have little hope after decades of this same exact cycle

there is something else to say though

i know that it might seem trivial in comparison to other things going on but i need repeat i need you to understand this situation is still serious and genuinely a crisis and this is not effort to distract from anything going on but just another thing you should care about because at the moment it feels like nobody actually cares and there are still people in need of help but arent getting it because of the government and the corporation trying as hard as possible to ignore whats happening and please look out for lawsuits or gofundmes of things against them and support if possible because this entire situation is horrible again there are things going on that are worse but this is something you need to also pay attention to if not because of the damage actually done then because it could happen to you too

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allthingsfangirl101 · 2 years ago

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TOS Chapter 24: Now or Never

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Steve pulled up to the middle school, his eyes on Alice as soon as he put the car in park. He reached over and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers.

"You sure about this?"

"Don't," she cut him off. "Please, Steve. You know I have to do this."

"I wish you didn't," he whispered. "I wish we could run away."

"We can't," Alice said, her heart breaking in sync with her voice. "We can't leave Hawkins in the hands of my brother."

Alice let go of his hand and got out of the car. She walked over to where the kids were waiting for her and Steve.

"What's the plan?" Dustin asked as Steve finally joined them.

"Simple," Alice spoke up before anyone could. "I fight my brother. You guys stay safe."

"What?" Steve gasped. The kids started arguing but Alice didn't budge.

"That's enough," she cut them off. "My brother will kill anyone in his way."

"So you're putting yourself in the way," Robin said, glancing at Steve. "Alice, we understand why, but are you sure? Maybe we could help."

"She's right," Dustin jumped in. "We could distract him. Confuse him. Like he's being hit from too many directions."

"No," Alice said firmly. "I'm not risking any of your lives. This fight is between me and my brother."

"To be fair," Johnathan sighed, "this fight involves us too, Alice."

"You're wrong," she said instantly. "Hawkins is collateral damage."

"Collateral damage?" Nancy snapped. "Your brother has killed our friends. He's threatened some of us individually, so don't tell me we're just collateral damage."

"That's not what I meant," Alice soothed. "What I was trying to say is that it doesn't matter where my dad had moved us. Hawkins, Gary, Hammond, New Albany, or any other town in Indiana or somewhere else. He would do the same thing to the people there. He doesn't care who he's punishing. He is simply taking his anger out on whoever is around. None of this is personal. For you guys."

"Why is he still here?" Max asked. "He didn't know you were alive."

"That's not true."

"Wait, what?" Steve asked.

"What do you mean?" El pushed.

"Yeah," Will said. "I thought your brother didn't know you were alive."

"He didn't know it was me," Alice started slowly. "When I was at Brenner's second lab, he kept talking up another subject."

"Subject?"

"A child he was experimenting on and training," she explained. "He held that over my head. Brenner kept pushing me to be better than this subject. Turns out, he was saying the same thing to Henry when he first started training him. I knew the other subject was Henry. Henry didn't know the other subject was me until he found out I was alive. So he's always been competing against me without realizing he was competing against his baby sister."

Before anyone could respond to this new piece of information, the earth started to shake. Steve instantly protected the kids with his eyes on Alice the entire time. She was protecting Eleven and Max.

"You guys need to get out of here," Alice said looking directly into Steve's eyes.

"We're not leaving you," he said instantly.

Alice turned around and ran toward the source of the sudden earthquake.

"Alice!" Steve yelled.

The group stood, unable to move as they watched Alice and Vecna fight. Alice didn't care what happened to her. She needed to protect the kids. She needed to protect Steve.

Alice unrooted a tree and sent it flying toward her brother. He instantly deflected it, hitting the powerline nearby. Alice used this to her advantage as she used the free current from the powerline and sent it to Henry.

Vecna fell to his knees as the volts of electricity went through his body. It took him a little longer to get out of it. When he got himself disconnected, he sent the volts right back. It hit Alice but she got out of it faster than he did.

"You really thought this would work?" Henry laughed. "Aw, baby sis. You can't beat me. Do I have to kill your little friends to prove I'm stronger?"

"You're not," Alice said calmly. "You have gone out of your way to keep people out of your life. That's weak. What's strong is opening yourself to people and letting them in."

"You always were obsessed with fairytales," Henry scoffed.

She didn't bother to respond. Instead, she used all of her strength to push him back. He tried to push against her but surprise was on her side again. The longer she held him, the harder it became for her to hold him back.

Eventually, he used her weakening powers against her. He pushed back, making her fly back. She hit the ground hard and rolled.

"Alice!" She heard Steve yell but she was too busy trying to stand up so she could keep Henry away from the others.

The exhaustion she was fighting as she struggled to sit up caused Alice to collapse. Steve ran to her side. He gently pulled her to her feet, kept his arms wrapped around her, and led her into the school.

"You need to get out of here," Alice whispered, too weak to speak louder. "Get the kids out of here. Go."

"No."

"Steve. . ."

"I'm not leaving you," Steve cut her off. She looked up at him, her heart jumping into her throat when she saw the look in his eyes. Her hand was shaking as she reached up and gently cupped his face in her hand. She stood on her toes and delicately pressed her lips to his. When Alice broke the kiss, she kept her forehead pressed to his.

"I'll never forget you, Steve," Alice whispered.

Catching him off guard, Alice pushed Steve into the cafeteria where the other kids were hiding. Before Steve or the others could understand what was happening, Alice used her powers to bolt the doors closed from the outside.

"Alice?"

She looked up to see Steve staring at her. "What are you doing?" He whispered.

"I'm sorry," she said under her breath, "but I have to keep you safe. In order to do that, I have to make sure you're somewhere safe until it's clear."

"No!" Steve yelled as he tried to break down the door. He looked up at her, pleading her with his eyes. "Don't do this, Alice. I'm begging you."

Alice gently placed her hand on the window between her and Steve. She looked into his eyes, wanting to hold onto this feeling for a little longer. She gathered her courage to finally admit it.

"I love you, Steve Harrington."

She left before Steve could say anything back.

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Alice ran back out of the school, looking for her brother. When she found him back in his Vecna state, his focus was on the sky. She knew what he was about to do and she knew that in order to save Hawkins, she couldn't let him do it. Her mind was on one of the last private conversations with Steve.

"The last few times you've fought your brother, you've done it out of anger and fear."

"How else am I supposed to fight him?"

"Out of love and protection. Focus on protecting the others."

She reached her hand toward him, closing the gate he was trying to open.

"You can't beat me, little sister," Henry scoffed, not bothering to turn toward me. "You're not strong enough."

"I'm not trying to beat you, big brother," Alice said through her teeth as she struggled to close the gate. "I'm trying to protect my friends."

With one last strain, Alice yelled as she closed the gate. Not only did she close it, she disconnected the crack between the planes he was using to open the new gate.

"Well done," he smirked, finally turning toward her. "You've gotten stronger ever since we started fighting, baby sister."

"You are not why I'm stronger," Alice said instantly.

"Okay," he scoffed. "If I'm not the reason, then how do you explain that?" He pointed up to the scar in the sky he caused and the one she closed. "Opening and closing a gate isn't easy, Ali. I should know."

"It is if you're doing it for the right reason."

He rolled his eyes but she wasn't going to let him stop her. She's been holding things back for far too long and she was ready to let it out.

"Haven't you ever felt love, Henry?" She asked. "Don't you remember what that feels like?"

"No one ever loved me!"

"I did!" Alice yelled, her voice betraying her. "I have always loved you." She paused before adding, "I still love you, Henry."

"I guess I should be touched," he taunted. "My baby sister still loves me."

"We're family," Alice said, her voice breaking. "That means that through thick and thin, we stand by each other."

"What are you trying to say?" Henry snapped. Alice watched as the vines slithered around her brother. She couldn't help but think about how much she used to look up to him. How much she wanted to be just like him.

Now, all she wanted to do was stop him.

Alice didn't need to close her eyes or put out her hand. She watched as her brother slowly changed from Vecna to Henry. When he realized he was turning back, he scowled.

"What?" She asked. "You haven't missed being the old you? I have."

"You've missed me?" He scoffed. "Come on, Alice. . ."

"You didn't realize it?" I cut him off. "Our entire childhood, I followed you around. I wanted to play with you. I wanted to be your best friend. I wanted to be inseparable. I wanted to do everything with you. But you pushed me away."

Alice could feel her powers slowly growing out of control, but she didn't bother to get the control back. She was going to use every ounce of her abilities she had and even the parts she's never touched.

"You never played with me," she continued as her powers were focused on messing with the fence around the baseball field. "You snapped at me. You told me to go away. You said you hated me."

The fence wrapped around Henry's hands and wrists. He tried to fight them off, but Alice had the upper hand. She made the other end of the fence go deep underground, forcing Henry to his knees.

"You said you hated me," Alice continued as the fence wrapped tighter around Henry. "But I kept telling myself you were just angry about Mommy and Daddy moving us to Hawkins. I kept telling myself it wasn't my fault. Even after you killed Mommy."

Alice tightened her fists, making the fence wrap around his neck. She was practically seething as she said, "I visited Daddy."

"What?" He said through his teeth.

"I told him what you've done," she said, stepping toward him. "I told him exactly what you've been up to. Do you want to know what he said?"

Henry opened his mouth, probably to object but Alice didn't give him the chance. As she told her brother about her reunion with their father, she made him mimic what she was telling.

"He grabbed my hands like this," Alice said as she used the fence wrapped around his wrist to pull them together in front of him. "Then he brought me in close. He told me he was happy my twisted brother hadn't killed me too. He made me promise that I would run from you and live my life."

"And yet," he smirked, "here you are."

"I'm fighting for my home," she said through her teeth. "I'm fighting to protect people." She paused before adding, "You want to know the last thing our father said to me, Henry?"

He looked away from his sister but she could tell he wanted to know.

"He told me how much he loved me," Alice said, her voice breaking. "And then he told me to do whatever I needed to do to stop you. Even if that meant killing you."

"Yeah right," he scoffed, his anger showing through the vein popping in his forehead. "Father wouldn't tell you to kill me."

"You killed Momma," Alice said, her voice seething. "You killed the love of his life."

"And now I'm going to kill yours."

Alice's fear sneaked through. Her mind immediately went to a certain boy locked in the middle school with a group of kids. She forced herself to refocus and tighten his bonds.

"You are not laying another finger on any of them," she said, sounding calmer than she felt. She walked closer, stopping directly in front of him. Alice slowly knelt down so she was looking directly into her brother's eyes.

"You could stop this," she whispered. "We could start over."

"Start over," he scoffed. "Like it's that easy. Wake up, Alice. I can't go off and live a normal life. You can't either, little sister."

She tried to ignore that verbal stab but she couldn't. She hated knowing he was right.

"They can," she said shakily. "Those kids can have a normal life. And I will do whatever it takes to make sure they get that chance."

Alice ignored the feeling of guilt slowly creeping up inside her as she lifted her hand, her palm toward him. She didn't look away as she used her ability to reach through to him. She ignored his screaming as she tore him apart.

She couldn't move as she watched her brother slowly whither away. Nothing broke her focus. Not even the sound of the kids trying to break down the door drew her focus away from her brother.

Steve could barely see outside. Every once in a while, he could see Alice or Vecna. But then, he couldn't see either of them.

"We have to do something," he said angrily pushing a desk across the room.

The kids watched him, none of them knowing what to say. They've noticed his change. They've seen how Steve acts around Alice and none of them could imagine what he was thinking right now.

"Alice wants us to stay here," Robin said carefully. "That's why she bolted the door."

"He is going to kill her," Steve said harshly as he glared at her. "I'm not going to sit here and let that happen."

"Steve," Nancy said before Robin could try to defend herself. "Alice wanted us safe."

"But. . ." He stuttered. "He'll kill her."

"We don't know that," Dustin jumped in. "Alice is pretty badass. She may kill him."

"She has to," Robin shrugged. "She knows that the only way to truly protect us, protect you, Steve, is to kill her brother."

Steve looked out the window, wishing he could see if she was alright. He sighed, his stomach sinking.

"Doesn't mean she needs to do it alone," he mumbled.

"Steve. . ." Nancy started.

"Killing her brother isn't going to be easy on her," Steve continued as he turned back toward the group. "She can do it but that doesn't mean it's going to be easy. Killing your sibling? She needs us."

"Steve's right."

This was the first time that Eleven had spoken up since they got to the school. She knew she couldn't defeat Vecna on her own. Alice was their only option.

"Alice is the only one who can beat him," El said, standing up. "But she is going to need us there when she does. She's going to need someone to pull her back."

Eleven walked toward the door and closed her eyes, trying to imagine how Alice could have bolted the door. It took a little while but she was finally able to get the door open.

The second it was open, the group ran outside. They froze when Alive and Vecna came into view. Vecna was wrapped in wire that went into the cement. Alice was standing before him. Vecna wasn't Vecna anymore. He was Henry. And he was screaming.

Steve tried to run to her but Johnathan and Dustin held him back. He watched as Alice slowly got weaker. None of them knew what to do as Alice slowly killed her brother. Steve tried to listen when he noticed Alice say something to her brother moments before she ended his life.

"I'm sorry but you gave me no choice," she whispered. "I love you, Henry."

The group watched as his body turned to ash. The children cheered as Vecna completely disappeared. Well, almost everyone watched Henry die. Steve's eyes never left Alice. As her brother withered away, Alice's knees got weaker and weaker. The world around her started to spin as her entire body felt like it was weighed down.

Steve started running toward her when he saw what the others didn't see—Alice starting to sway. He didn't get to her in time.

#TOS #The Other Survivor #original content #steve harrington #steve harrington book #Stranger Things season 4 #joe keery

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sentimental-sensitive · 2 years ago

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An Old Excerpt For Venus Retrograde

It’s funny how things work. It’s crazy how time goes around.

The power lines. That’s what got to me. That’s how I knew.

I thought of Matt, but not my ex. The power lines vibrated, those thick black lines against the haze of light pollution that illuminated the sky. And I couldn’t help but think of Matt staring at that floral table cloth at Joey Kao’s house as the shrooms started to hit and saying “That tablecloth is doing it for me.”

I always wondered what he was seeing. And maybe in this moment, fixated on the powerlines I now knew. That was 2013.

The last time I went to a rave was 2018. I went with Matt, my ex. But we didn’t stay. Did I have to go? Or did Carlos? Someone had to go. In the end, it ended up being me. We tried. To stay, but it just got too late and felt too strange. I ran out of serotonin, I suppose.

I always wondered what it was like, and now here, three years later, in my own world, I know.

The power lines were my point of reference. My safe space. My north star. I would look up at them vibrating in the sky, like the strings on a fretboard, and know that my psyche had been intentionally tampered with; That I let myself leave reality for a bit, but knew I was going to be okay. To forget for a bit.

And the music surged through my being. And my hands trailed into the sky and through the air, following the flow of sound. The gentle push and pull of rhythm gently guiding my hands through the motions. A conversation would filter through, but I can no longer comprehend the words said. I felt free. Unbound. And yet there was still the ground and the sky and the people and the powerlines.

I like that push and pull. To be strung along with my senses, stimulated by the pulsing soundscape of music and bodies. But to never forget that I am here. On earth. Because the powerlines tell me so.

I danced. And I remembered that it is something I love. And that I can go on for hours. How unconditionally true I am to myself when I’m just letting the rhythm take me. To forget how conscious I usually am of the world.

Perhaps it would be easier to stay like this forever. Void of responsibility and the weight of reality.

But as much as I like to be swept off my feet, I also like the feel of earth beneath them. I want both. To be free and wild and to dance the night away. But when the come down approaches I want the security of knowing I am here and that life keeps moving anyway. I still want to move with it.

Plus it all comes back around again.

And yet here I am. So very different from all the aforementioned years. Nostalgic as ever. But now able to step out of the moshpit and look upon the crowd against the haze of light pollution. The overpass. The powerlines.

I wonder if I’m the only one who notices these silly coincidences. I’m most definitely the only one who looks to them with awe and meaning, like the sentimental being I am.

(written on aug. 22, 2021)

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a-dauntless-daffodil · 2 years ago

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The unpredictability is the weird thing for us here. Some winters we barely dip below -30F, other times now, you get two weeks of -60F with blowing wind.

Wind used to mean warmth. It meant the clear, calm cold was moving off and the clouds would roll in soon.

It used to be predictable. People made travel plans around when the cold weather would hit, listened to the radio weather report and could figure out when the warm ups would be. The river would freeze and thaw around the same time each year- you stocked up based around that. Now? Who knows. The open leads in the river that never really freeze are getting bigger. The ice stays thinner longer. People fall through it more.

Two years in a row we've had so much snow in some places that roofs have collapsed. I had to get up on mine and shovel, again for the first time, because the weight of all that heavy wet snow was terrifying.

We used to joke we were a desert. Dry in the winter. Some snow sure, a few feet, plenty for machines and sleds- but not one foot in one day.

My sister grew up only flying kites out of car windows it was so still where she lived, but this last two years, wind storms have been bringing down trees and powerlines everywhere. I walked in the wood after one this spring and trees were snapped off five feet off the ground and THROWN. Healthy trees. Young ones. Never, ever, seen that before.

We had one fall not long ago where a sudden frost and snow hit. Green leaves fell off the trees like confetti. Green leaves on snow. Green.

I'm old enough for it all to feel strange and unsettling. My youngest niece and nephew are growing up with this as the way it's always been.

You mentioned in a post on my dash that you were old enough to experience real seasons unaltered by climate change. What was that like?

I was young, so it feels like something I read in a book sometimes. I remember how chilly it could get at night in the summer, which doesn't seem to happen as much anymore.

That's actually the thing that seems to keep popping back up in my mind - that like, it was really chilly in the mornings in summer even, and it would warm up, and it seems to just kind of... stay warm all the time.

I dunno. The seasons were more distinct, there were bigger temperature swings on individual days, and like... weather was more predictable on a seasonal basis, if not on a daily basis.

Like... the kind of seasons you read about in Olde Tyme Books? They... were real things. We didn't always have snow on Winter Break, but we had a pretty predictable number of snow days?

And it almost feels silly to talk about it. "What were normal seasons like, Uncle Spider?"

But yeah.

#feels weird #animals are moving up here too from the south #there's a worry the deer could bring ticks #moose have been dying not just because the deep snow is exhausting for them to plow though #but because the strange swings of warm melting weather make layers of ICE #in the snow #it can't support them but it's even harder to move through #sharp and painful #they found so many dead moose in the woods this spring #in people's yards #ones that had starved #i guess we'll see what this winter brings

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 4 years ago

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COSMIC - S1:E3; Chapter Three, Holly, Jolly - [Pt. 1]

A Will Byers x Male!Reader Series

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥, 𝘠/𝘯, 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭. 𝘈 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘧𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳.

|| 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ||

El sat on Mike's couch, fiddling with the supercomm while the rest of us gathered around the D&D table.

"We just tell our parents we have AV Club after school. That'll give us at least a few hours for Operation Mirkwood." Mike states.

I nod my head in agreement. I never liked lying to my mom, but this was our best bet. If it will give us time to find Will, I'm all in. However, based on Lucas's nervous shifting, he isn't as sure.

"You seriously think that the wei- uh, El knows where Will is?" Lucas darts his eyes at me as he catches himself.

"Just trust me on this, okay?" Mike pleads.

"He's right. Will would do the same for any one of us." My words come out softer than anticipated and I look to Lucas, Mike then Dustin. I can tell they agree with me.

"Okay."

"Did you get the supplies?" Mike asks the three of us.

I straighten up, ready to present what I brought to the table. Lucas perks up, reaching down into his backpack and begins listing off the things he brought.

"Yeah. Binoculars... from 'Nam. Army knife... also from 'Nam. Hammer, camouflage bandana, and the wrist rocket." He pulls out the yellow wrist rocket excitedly, and I chuckle to myself, impressed.

"You're gonna take out the Demogorgon with a slingshot?" Dustin asked, unimpressed.

I scoff and look at my brother, knowing well enough it was better than what he brought.

"Well, what were you planning on doing, throwing a Nutty Bar at it?" I ask with a hint of humor in my tone. Lucas however, takes offense to Dustin's words.

"First of all, it's a wrist rocket. And second of all, the Demogorgon's not real." I look down at my shoes. "It's made up. But if there is something out there, I'm gonna shoot it in the eye..." he pulls back the empty sling and lets it loose, nearly hitting Dustin in the face. "-and blind it."

I have to say, I've got to agree with Lucas's logic here. Then again, we never thought that anyone could move things with their mind and look what El did. I am pulled from my thoughts when I hear Mike sigh.

"Y/n?" He looked to me hopefully.

"Well, with all things considered, I figured at one point or another we would end up needing this." I pulled the makeshift first aid kit from my backpack. Among it was a handful of ace bandage wraps, gauze, ointment. Some band-aids, and even a small pair of tweezers.

I smile proudly and look to Mike who nods his head in approval. "Good idea. We don't know for sure what we are up against." He looks to my brother. "Dustin, what did you get?"

Dustin perks up and empties the contents of his bag out onto the table.

"Well, alrighty." I look to my friends to try and gouge their reactions. "So, we've got..."

Dustin begins naming off all the snacks he brought as Mike and Lucas stare at him with a confused glance.

"-Nutty Bars, Bazooka, Pez, Smarties, Pringles, Nilla Wafers, apple, banana and trail mix." He finishes off with a proud smile, and I can't help but feel bad for him. I mean, I see where he's coming from. It's smart to have snacks in case, but I also feel like it might be a last resort type of thing.

"Seriously?"

"We need energy for our travels. For stamina. And besides, why do we even need weapons anyway? We have her."

"She shut one door!"

"With her mind! Are you kidding me? That's insane! Imagine all the other cool stuff she could do. Like..." His face lights up and he runs over to the plastic Millennium Falcon and picks it up. Oh, this'll be interesting.

"I bet... that she could make this fly! Hey. Hey. Okay, concentrate. Okay?"

I stand there, crossing my arms with an amused look on my face.

She stares blankly at him as he lets the toy fall to the ground with an obnoxious clatter.

"Okay, one more time." She looks back at him, the faint look of mock confusion crosses her face and I bring my hand up to my mouth to try and hide the growing smirk.

"Okay."

I notice from the corner of my eye as Lucas drops his head in what looks to be a mix of disappointment and embarrassment.

"Use your powers, okay?" He drops it again and I can see the amusement in her eyes, which only makes me giggle.

"She's not a dog!" Mike yells.

He stomped over and ripped the toy out of his hands, while I made eye contact with El and we shared a smile.

"Kids! It's time for school!" Mrs. Wheeler's voice carries through to the basement.

We all hastily pack up our things and Lucas and Dustin run up the stairs. Meanwhile, Mike and I stayed behind to say goodbye to El.

"We are gonna need you to stay here, okay?" I ask kindly. She nods her head.

"But you can't make any noise and you can't leave." Michael pleads. She seems uneasy about this but nods in agreement.

"Michael! Y/n!"

I'm about to say something when Mike turns around suddenly and shouts. "COMING!" I jump back slightly, a laugh escaping.

"You know those power lines?" he returns to El, in a completely calm voice, as if nothing happened.

She looks between us confused. "Powerline?"

"Yeah. The ones behind my house?"

"Yes."

"Meet us there, after school." I pipe up, catching on to what Mike was thinking.

"After school?"

"Yeah, 3:15." She sends us an apologetic look, she was clearly confused.

"Mike, what about your watch?" I nudge him, gesturing to his wristwatch. I would give her mine, but I don't have one.

He catches on quickly and begins taking off his watch.

"Ah." Once it's off his wrist, he gestures for her wrist.

El smiles slightly and lets him put the watch on her wrist. She looks to Mike, a smile still on her face as he adjusts the watch. I smile to myself.

'They are too cute.'

"When the numbers read three-one-five, meet us there," I said, grabbing her attention.

She looks down at the watch and recites my instructions.

"Three-one-five."

I smile at her and give a small nod. "Yeah. Three-one-five."

She smiles kindly at me, then at Mike once more. It might just be me, but I could have sworn I saw him blushing. Suddenly, he jumps up and runs up the stairs. I stand up, and dig into my extra bag I brought from home and bring it over to her.

"So, I didn't want you to be bored so I brought some things you might like." I open the bag quickly, knowing I'm keeping everybody waiting. I pull a couple of puzzles and some paper and pens.

"I don't know if you know what puzzles are but I brought you some of my favorites." I place some of my favorite puzzles on the table next to her and she eyes them curiously.

"It's a picture that is in a bunch of different pieces, and you try to fit them all back together. It's a great way to pass the time. And, I didn't know what else you might like so I just grabbed some paper and some of my best pens. You can draw all you want. I wish we could stay with you, but we have to go to school so nobody will suspect anything. We'll be back. Promise." I smile at her and she returns it.

I swing my backpack over my shoulder and wave goodbye before darting up the stairs.

Halfway up, I stop in my tracks and run back to the bottom for a moment.

"Oh. And if you get hungry, you are more than welcome to have Dustin's snacks." I wink and run to catch up.

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Sweater Weather- Mutual Pining for Jay’s 400 Follower Bingo!!

He’d found it after a movie night, draped over the back of the couch. He held it up to confirm and yep. There was no mistaking the hood and the bulky black sleeves. It looked like it may have gone through the dryer about twelve times too many and the zipper pull was barely hanging on. He let his thumb rub against the hem of the sleeve, shaking his head. Jaskier tucked the hoodie under his arm as he pulled out his phone, smiling to himself.

geralt

u left ur hoodie

its cold and everything how do u forget that

ur worse than ciri smh

Just hold onto it, I’ll grab it next time.

And I am not worse than Ciri. I’m not the one who’s left his phone in the Denny’s bathroom at 2am…. Twice…

Last month.

shhhhh :P

Throwing his phone down, Jaskier went to his closet. He was going to just hang up the hoodie and Geralt would get it eventually. Honestly, he was going to put it away. But then he pressed his face into the shoulder and sighed.

This was wrong. He should just hang it up and return it when they saw each other again. He wasn’t about to let this silly little infatuation with Geralt ruin a perfectly good friendship. Especially not over a stupid hoodie.

Unfortunately, Jaskier's self restraint had taken the night off. Before he could stop himself, Jaskier was sliding his arms in, zipping up the front and crawling into bed. One night of indulging wasn’t going to hurt anyone. Even if it felt like his chest was splitting open. He shifted a little under the covers, burying his nose into the collar as he drifted off to sleep. They had been through so much together since they met in high school, wasn’t Jaskier allowed this one little thing, just this once?

-o-O-o-

i still have ur hoodie

u want it back cause we could like meet up for coffee

we could go to the nag :)

He snapped a picture of the hoodie and a travel mug in his passenger seat, sending it off.

Can’t today. :(

Parent teacher meetings and then Dad wants us to help him fix the roof.

I could use my hoodie today, it’s cold…

omgl finally

thought id have to do it

Jask… no.

:/ fine then

see if i try to be helpful again

jk jk

dont die

I dont wanna do handywork :3

Geralt had been right. It was cold, and Jaskier had forgotten his own jacket at home. He frowned down at the hoodie and sighed. It was only because it was chilly. Nothing else. He tried to ignore how it still smelled so strongly of Geralt. He walked around the gallery wrapped in Geralt’s hoodie, the front unzipped and his hands buried in the sleeves.

-o-O-o-

hehe crispy leaf time

the cold is coming

Yes, Jaskier. That’s how seasons work

u know what that means~

Geralt did not in fact, know what that meant but he soon found out. He was in the middle of typing when a picture came up with the caption “stolen hoodie weather :3” with Jaskier curled up on his couch at home, snuggled up in the black zip up hoodie Geralt only remembered leaving there early last Spring.

Something in his stomach flipped and he looked around to make sure no one was watching him. Why? Why would it matter if someone saw him? It was just Jaskier.

He frowned and started typing again. He stopped and erased it, fighting down the small smile that was starting to tilt the corners of his mouth.

You kept it?

Way to go, Geralt. That was really fucking smooth. What was he supposed to mean by that?

unlike u :(((

abandoner of hoodies

some of us appreciate the gift of comfort geralt

Geralt felt like his brain was melting. That thing in his stomach seemed to purr with satisfaction at the idea of Jaskier wearing his hoodie. It was petty and ridiculous and oh no, Geralt couldn't take his eyes off the way the black material framed Jaskier's collarbone.

No. No no. This way lay madness, he told himself. He would simply get the hoodie back and that was that.

hey when do u wanna do our next movie night

its been like

7099039 years

Geralt hesitated for a moment. He had never hesitated when it came to Jaskier. They had known each other for far too long.

Sure. My turn to pick?

not if u choose a history documentary

Spy movie?

:0 promise?

yes pls

Should I bring wine?

Wait, no that would be a very bad idea.

:) you know it

bring the good shit

eskels secret one

i know you can find it

It’s called “google” Jaskier. Even I know that. And I will see what I can do.

same time and place as normal right

It’s a date.

Geralt felt as though his soul had left his body when he had hit send. Had he lost his entire mind? He was in the middle of typing a follow up, trying to word the best way to dismiss his complete and total departure from sanity when the little dots popped up then disappeared then popped up again.

It’s a date. :)

Jaskier nearly slammed the door back into Geralt’s face in shock. Geralt was standing in the hall, bottle of wine in one hand, movie and carry out in the other. Then there was the shirt. Jaskier had actually helped him pick it out. The black button up, the sleeves rolled up and was his hair actually combed back? He looked good. Jaskier swallowed hard. He looked really damn good.

But that wasn’t even the weird part. No, the weird part was the way Geralt’s eyes widened when he had opened the door. He recovered quickly though, nodding at Jaskier as he stepped in.

“Didn’t think you’d let the apartment be cold enough you’d need to wear a hoodie.” He smirked, setting the bag down on the table before going right into the kitchen.

“Comfort, Geralt. I’m telling you, I just don’t think you appreciate it enough.” Jaskier followed him in. It was routine for them, the way Geralt got the wine open, Jaskier grabbed plates and silverware; the way they bickered and snarked, barely suppressing laughs through barbs.

-o-O-o-

The coffee table was littered with cartons of orange chicken and fried noodles. Geralt set his plate down as he leaned back, slinging his arm across the back of the couch. He had to smile at the sense of deja vu that struck him. Casino Royale wasn’t just a comfort movie for them. It had been their first movie night nearly fifteen years ago.

By now, they could practically quote the entire thing, make quips at Bond’s smugness and only just sit through that one scene without wincing. At least that’s what they told themselves.

Now they watched as Bond and Vesper reconnect outside of that fancy English rehab center. Jaskier chorused him as they both rolled their eyes and sighed at Bond’s shitty lines about little fingers.

“God he’s the worst.” Jaskier took a sip of wine, making a gagging sound.

“Quantum still exists.” he chuckled.

“Valid!” Jaskier set his wine down.

Geralt leaned over as Bond delivered his next line, syncing his tone and dropping into a soft gravelly murmur.

“Whatever I am, I’m yours.” It was supposed to be cheesy and ridiculous but Geralt found that it felt far too honest. There was truth to them that he couldn’t think to deny now.

Jaskier nearly choked as he looked up, his eyes going wide. Geralt watched as he leaned into his personal space. Time felt like it stuttered to a halt in that moment, Jaskier inches from him, still draped in his hoodie. Geralt wet his lips anxiously. The tension between them felt like a powerline pulled too tight; everything seemed to crackle with it.

“Geralt-”

Whatever he was going to say was lost the second Geralt closed the distance, pressing his mouth to Jaskier’s. It was nearly magnetic and there was no pulling away. Geralt’s hands strayed down to Jaskier’s thighs without his realizing it. There was no way he could stop himself now. He’d wanted this for far too long to just let it go. Part of him would mourn the loss of his oldest friendship, but that was Tomorrow Geralt’s problem.

Jaskier’s arms wrapped around him, pulling him closer as Geralt tugged Jaskier into his lap clumsily.

Geralt had to break the kiss first, pulling back gasping for air and pressing their foreheads together.

“Jask… Wait. Wait,” Geralt choked. He had to tilt his head back to get his words out as Jaskier dipped back in to start kissing him again. “Shit. Jaskier…” He already sounded wrecked to his own ears. His hands were on Jaskier’s hips, thumbs rubbing soft circles against his sides as he looked up, eyes searching. “Are you sure you want this?”

He needed to hear it. He needed to know he was allowed to have this. It was one thing to say it would be Tomorrow Geralt’s problem, but it was another to actively throw away the best friendship he had ever had. He had spent too long pretending they could be just friends for it to fall apart like this.

Jaskier crowded in closer and it took everything in him not to just give in to it because fuck that felt amazing. There was an easy smile across his lips that made Geralt feel like he was starving.

“Geralt, I swear to the gods, don’t you dare start questioning this now,” as open as his face was, his voice trembled slightly. It was then that Geralt realized that Jaskier was practically vibrating under his palms. It was instinct the way he wrapped his arms around Jaskier’s middle, pulling him closer. “I’ve been wanting this for at least a solid decade.”

Geralt blinked hard as he gaped up at Jaskier.

“Are you really that surprised, Geralt?” Jaskier hummed, leaning back down and pressing a surprisingly chaste kiss to his cheek.

“Hmm. Maybe not.” He found himself chuckling, trying to breathe around the bubble of light that was threatening to fill his entire chest. He caught Jaskier’s mouth again, his hand coming up to slide into his hair, holding him close.

It was hard to tell who had deepened the kiss further but the laughter died on his tongue when he felt Jaskier roll his hips down into his lap. Suddenly everything was too much and achingly not enough. The hoodie slipped down Jaskier’s shoulders and what little attention span Geralt had left zeroed into that same spot along Jaskier’s collarbone.

Pulling Jaskier closer, he made a trail of graceless open mouthed kisses along his jaw and down the firm column of his neck, his teeth raking over the spot with careless abandon. He was rewarded with a soft keen and Jaskier squirming in his arms. Long dexterous fingers wound into his hair, cradling his head as his own found their way up the back of Jaskier’s shirt.

“Geralt-” There was a tug in his hair and fuck shit yes. He must have made some kind of noise because he felt Jaskier chuckle fondly. “Geralt, as much as I am enjoying this,” he gasped, back arching as Geralt nipped just below his ear, “Bedroom. Now.”

There was no arguing with that tone nor could he bring himself to find anything to argue about. Geralt tilted his head back up, Jaskier’s lips crushing in against his, taking every last remaining shred of doubt away. He felt his body switch to autopilot as he scooped Jaskier up from under his thighs, pleased at the way his legs wrapped around him automatically. He carried him easily, stopping only for a moment to pin Jaskier to the wall to adjust his grip under him, long enough to flick the lights off.

Jaskier snorted, pulling away. “So considerate.” He teased. Geralt gave him a playful swat on his thigh and the chuckling was cut off by one of those delicious keening noises.

Geralt half stumbled, half marched to where he knew Jaskier’s bedroom to be, blindly pushing the door open with his foot. He let himself bask in the heat of Jaskier’s body pressed to his, taking his bottom lip and biting it.

The reality of where he was came crashing down on him and time was doing that thing again, slowing down as someone else with his hands kneeled against the side of the bed, letting them both tumble back into ridiculously lavish sheets. Years of habitual teasing were only tamped down by Jaskier’s insistent fingers making quick work of the buttons on the front of Geralt’s shirt.

“You just had to wear this one, didn’t you.” Apparently not everyone was so distracted not to tease. “Do you know how hard it was not to just pull you into my apartment and kiss that ridiculous face of yours?”

Geralt gave a wry smile. “Do you know how hard it’s been for fifteen years, being your best friend and thinking I would never get to kiss that beautiful face of yours?”

He had to bite the inside of his lip as Jaskier’s whole face and neck flushed brilliant pink in the low light.

“Geralt!” he practically whined and Geralt couldn’t stop from laughing softly at that, bending back down to kiss him again. He decided he couldn’t help himself, not really.

This was too good. If he could just bottle this moment and tuck it away for every rainy day for the rest of his life, he would.

“I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you now.” Geralt hummed happily. He shifted, the hand under Jaskier’s thigh moving to tug his hips flush with Geralt’s as his other hand moved to cup his face. “As long as you’re okay with that.”

Geralt was pretty sure they were too far gone to ever go back, but even now, he had to make sure.

“Geralt Roger Eric…” Jaskier groused. “If you do not come back down here and kiss-” his words were muffled by Geralt’s mouth, his tongue sliding over Jaskier’s bottom lip and swallowing whatever ridiculous threats may have been lobbed at him.

He found that kissing Jaskier had been easier than breathing. Before he knew it, Geralt was pulling back to pull off his shirt but his hands froze. He cursed under what breath he had left because the view of Jaskier under him, lips kiss bruised and shining, the needy look in his eyes, and the way his hair was pushed in every direction nearly undid Geralt completely.

He snapped back to work, stripping out of his shirt and pushing at his jeans, letting them slide away.

“C'mere you gorgeous thing.” Geralt murmured softly, pulling Jaskier to him before rolling, his back pressed up against the headboard.

Jaskier shimmied out of his own jeans before straddling Geralt’s thighs, letting his fingers trail up the planes of Geralt’s chest, a stray fingernail grazing over his nipple, making him groan. Jaskier only grinned, leaning in, and nipping at Geralt’s neck.

All Geralt could do was groan and tilt his head back, his hands sliding over Jaskier’s back. He was just aware enough to realize when Jaskier started to work his way down his body. Looking down, he watched in complete awe as nimble fingers hooked into his boxers.

The first touch of Jaskier’s mouth to the jut of Geralt’s hip had his blood singing and he could only drop his head back against the wall. He hadn’t realized how achingly hard he was until Jaskier was biting down gently on Geralt’s upper thigh making him jump.

There was a low chuckle from somewhere around his groin and then there was a sharp tug on his boxers. Jaskier wasted no time getting a hand around Geralt’s cock while he still playfully nipped at Geralt’s hip and thigh and abs. This was how he was going to die, he thought absently as he let his hand move to the back of Jaskier’s head. He let his fingers tangle there, tugging gently and Jaskier seemed to get the message though he could feel the smirk against his inner thigh.

The weight of Jaskier between his thighs, one hand sliding up Geralt’s torso as the other stroked him lightly left Geralt breathless, his eyes fluttering at every touch. But it was when Jaskier wrapped his mouth around the head of his cock that Geralt felt like he was going to vibrate out of his skin. He bucked his hips instinctively into the hot slick of Jaskier’s mouth before he could stop himself.

For long moments, all Geralt could do was hold on. Jaskier took him slowly, seeming to savor the newly found ground between them as he bobbed further and further until Geralt was nudging the back of his throat. He gasped, his back arching when Jaskier swallowed around him, his responding hum a little too self satisfied.

Geralt tightened his grip in Jaskier’s hair only slightly, tugging him up. It was messy and Jaskier’s mouth was open and slick, his eyes glazed slightly with a need that left Geralt breathless. He looked debauched and it was honestly the most beautiful thing Geralt had ever seen.

“Fuck,” he groaned pulling Jaskier back into his lap, his hips stuttering to grind up against Jaskier’s thigh.

Jaskier pressed in close, panting slightly as he broke a kiss that had been more teeth than anything, leaning his forehead to Geralt’s. “Mm, fuck. We- Ah,” He chuckled as Geralt dipped in to kiss him again, dodging away gracefully. “Geralt, I need-” he licked his lips , taking a shaky breath. “Want you to-”

Geralt was already nodding. He would agree to anything Jaskier asked for but the way his hips ground down against Geralt’s lap, it wasn’t hard to fill in the blanks. He wrapped a strong arm around Jaskier’s middle, rolling them gently until Jaskier was under him his knees still bracketed around Geralt’s thighs as he arched and keened.

“Under the notebook in the-” Jaskier breathed his hands not leaving Geralt’s skin for a moment, fingers greedily mapping out the lines of his back.

“I know, you haven’t changed your hiding place since college,” Geralt teased. To his surprise Jaskier snorted under him, his head tilting back in the pillows as he laughed. It left the column of his neck exposed to Geralt and he couldn’t help himself but lean down and bite small marks into it. He was rewarded by more delicious noises endlessly streaming from Jaskier.

He pulled away only for the time it would take to retrieve the lube before sliding back down into Jaskier’s arms and kissing him thoroughly. His hands traveled down Jaskier’s bare chest, his fingers brushing along the top of his boxers and he gave a low huff into Jaskier’s mouth.

“Why are these still on?” he grumbled, smirking when Jaskier rolled his eyes at him.

“Someone’s been slacking in getting me undressed,” Jaskier shot back.

TheirThere next kiss was a mess of chuckles and grins. Geralt shifted them again, moving to get Jaskier’s boxers down. The laughter died in Jaskier’s throat when Geralt’s fingers brushed low down his back and grazed over the swell of his ass, he buried his face into Geralt’s neck. Geralt didn’t tease for long before pulling away. It made Jaskier groan and nip at his neck until slick fingers returned to his entrance, circling slowly.

“Fuck!” Jaskier moaned, his hips already rocking back greedily.

Geralt quietly cursed himself for letting so much time get away from him as he slowly worked Jaskier open, enjoying the way he shivered and babbled under him with every push of his fingers. When he slipped a third finger in, Jaskier bucked under him, his eyes slamming shut as he gave a shout.

“Geralt! Fuck, dear heart, please, for the love of all that is good-” he pleaded, his hips rocking back onto Geralt’s fingers eagerly. “If you don’t fuck me soon I’m going to combust.”

Geralt leaned down, muffling the rest of the curses that were probably coming with a hard kiss. Jaskier arched under him as he pulled his hands away. It was easy after that, letting their bodies slot together and letting himself slide into Jaskier’s tight warmth. It felt like a gut punch. It felt like coming home.

Jaskier wound his legs around his waist, hands reaching up to thread into Geralt’s hair as he rolled his hips, taking Geralt deeper, causing them both to groan.

“Jask.” Geralt pressed his face to Jaskier’s shoulder panting as he started a steady pace. Soon only the sound of their heavy breathing and Jaskier’s soft moans filled the room around them.

Time around them seemed to hold still as Jaskier tugged gently on Geralt’s hair, prying him away from his shoulder to look him in the eyes. The look Geralt found there left the world spinning. Jaskier’s eyes were bright and his smile warm even as his cheeks flushed. He was pliant and open and completely wrecked and the sight of him tugged at Geralt’s chest. The words came tumbling out before he could stop himself, his hips slowly rolling into Jaskier as they moved.

“I love you, Julek,” he murmured as he kissed him slowly.

Jaskier whined under him, his fingers tightening in Geralt’s hair, pulling him impossibly closer. When they finally broke apart to gasp for air, Jaskier's eyes were searching his as he bit his lip around a low moan. He huffed a wet sounding laugh as a hand slid from Geralt’s hair to rest on his cheek, a well calloused thumb tracing along his chin. “Oh, dear heart,” he shifted, canting his hips to make Geralt move. The angle shifted and Geralt seemed to nudge right against where Jaskier needed him most as he arched from the mattress and groaned.

Geralt pushed up to sit, pulling Jaskier up with him until he was in his lap. They rocked together, shuddering every time Geralt bottomed out. He gripped Jaskier’s hip tightly with one hand as his other slid between them, wrapping around Jaskier’s cock. Jaskier pushed up into his hand, swaying between his grip and his cock, they both seemed drunk on it. It was only a matter of time after that that Jaskier was crying out, Geralt’s name tumbling from his lips, his orgasm tearing through him like a whirlwind and Geralt could do nothing but hold onto him.

Geralt steadied him, his hand holding Jaskier still as he thrust up into him, reveling in the small fucked out noises Jaskier whimpered into his neck before he too was shaking apart, spilling into Jaskier with a low satisfied rumble.

They kissed again, lazy and sated, their chests a mess with Jaskier’s spend. He broke the kiss first, pulling back with that smile that always left Geralt feeling dazed.

“I love you, too. I love-” he didn’t get to finish because Geralt was pressing him down into the mattress again with a hard kiss, smiling.

He was allowed. Everything that had happened seemed to catch up with him but instead of the sheer panic he had been expecting, the only thing that wrapped around him in that moment was the bright light that was Jaskier’s answering laugh.

Everything was sore but in that pleasant kind of way after a good lay. Jaskier rolled over, pressing his nose into the pillow beside him. He smiled when he realized it still smelled like Geralt.

Geralt. Fuck!

His hand reached out before he let himself open his eyes, wincing against the bright morning light that streamed in through his windows. The space beside him was empty.

But… Geralt had said it first? Where-? Jaskier’s heart sank, his throat tightening. He knew it was too good to be true. The moment Geralt had kissed him on the couch, he had pushed down every part of him that had screamed that he was going to end up hurt by time the sun came.

He reached for his phone though he didn’t know who he was going to text. Essi wouldn’t even be awake yet on a Saturday. The space by his lamp was also empty. He realized he must have left his phone in the living room the night before when-

He tried not to think about how easily Geralt had lifted him up and carried him to bed. He had tried not to think about how there were now bruises on his hips that were shaped like Geralt’s hands or the trail of stinging bites that he would have to carry around his empty apartment for days. He pressed the heals of his hands to his eyes and groaned.

“Idiot,” he berated himself.

“Cause you left your phone in the living room and now it’s dead?” Geralt asked, pushing the door open with his foot. He was in a pair of Jaskier’s sweatpants and nothing else carrying in two cups of coffee. He looked up from where he had been concentrating, trying not to spill them. “What?”

“You’re here,” Jaskier chuckled. Something in his chest lifted and he let go of a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

“I… yes?” Geralt looked around. There was a lovely mark in the shape of Jaskier’s mouth on his shoulder and it made Jaskier’s toes curl. Geralt looked at the space beside Jaskier then at his face. He made a little oh with his mouth before he started to shake his head. “Oh! I see, hmm.” He set the coffee down gently on the side table and slid back into bed and into Jaskier’s arms. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“So we’re…” Jaskier looked away, rubbing his palms over his covered thighs. “We’re okay?” He didn’t dare hope. Not just yet. Not in the bright light of day.

“Well, that depends,” Geralt chuckled, pulling him into his lap easily. He leaned in and kissed Jaskier’s chin. “Yenn messaged. Something about brunch. I think they know. Are you okay with that?”

Jaskier snorted, leaning over to grab his coffee. “Essi. I told her it was just movie night. I tell her it’s just movie night every time and-” He realized what he was saying, the cup of coffee hovering just at his lips. He looked sideways at Geralt who was tilting his head and smirking.

“The biggest gossip we know and that’s the one you decide to confide in?” He took the cup from Jaskier’s hands and set it down again before rolling them both to pin Jaskier under him.

Jaskier squawked indignity, his arms wrapping around Geralt. He let himself be kissed and hummed happily when Geralt slotted easily back between his thighs.

“We’re going to be late for brunch,” he sighed as Geralt’s hand slipped down to his thigh, fingers brushing gently over the marks from the night before.

“Hmm, don’t care.”

They ended up missing brunch altogether but neither seemed to mind.

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The weather was crisp and dry and Jaskier was bundled in the black hoodie, but now pressed against Geralt’s side as they walked into Magnolia’s. It had been easier than Geralt was expecting though he groaned as he watched several fairly large wads of cash exchange hands.

“Pay up, Jask,” Essi grinned.

“What?” Geralt turned, scowling. Jaskier gave a chagrined shrug as he handed over money. “So little faith?” Geralt teased.

“You too, pretty boy!” Lambert smirked across the table.

Jaskier gasped beside him, leaning away “So little faith, Geralt?” The sleeves of the hoodie fell over his wrists and Geralt only smiled, pulling him back against his side.

“I don’t mind being wrong this time.”

#geraskier #modern au #fluff and smut #friends to lovers #jays 400 follower celebration #jay writes #mind the tags on this one yall #it's spicy #and soft

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marjansmarwani · 4 years ago

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say that we’ll stay with each other

3k || ao3

On what seems like a normal day and a normal house fire things go from bad to worse in an instant and Carlos is left to confront his biggest fear, one of the things that keeps him up at night. But this isn’t a dream, it’s very real and Carlos will do anything to make sure it doesn’t mean the end. Not from them, not for TK.

Electrocution for @badthingshappenbingo requested by @officereyes

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Carlos was already waiting at the edge of the lawn when the ladder truck pulled up. Behind him there was a house fully engulfed flames and there was someone trapped inside.

“There’s a woman trapped inside,” he informed Captain Strand before the older man had even fully exited the truck, “her husband is pretty sure she’s hurt and she’s definitely trapped.”

The Captain took it in stride, nodding before turning to the crew, “Alright team, it looks like we have a trapped and injured woman in the structure. She is in the,” he paused here, turning to Carlos.

“Second floor bedroom, far right window,” he provided. Owen nodded and opened his mouth to continue instructions when Carlos continued, “but the stairs are out. They collapsed as the husband was coming down.”

“Okay so we will be entering through the window,” Owen said with a nod, turning back to the team. “Mateo, prep the ladder. There’s not enough clearance here to use the truck ladder so grab one of the ladders of the side. Captain Vega,” he called over to Tommy, “can I borrow one of your team? We don’t know how badly she’s hurt and having a paramedic on scene could make things a lot simpler.”

“What do you say, Strand,” Tommy asked TK with a raised eyebrow, “feel like going back to fire for a bit?”

TK flashed her a grin, already reaching into the compartment for his turnout coat and pulling it on with relish, “Sure thing, Cap.”

Carlos shook his head at his boyfriend’s obvious enthusiasm for walking into a flaming building as he turned to Nancy, “the husband’s over by my cruiser, he took a fall when the stairs collapsed. He seems to be okay, but if you wanted to give him a look anyways I already told him to expect it.”

“You know us so well Reyes,” she quipped back, flashing him a grin as she shouldered her pack and crossed over to where the anxious husband was watching the activity around the house.

Carlos turned to the house then, watching as Mateo got a ladder set up. He wasn’t surprised there wasn’t enough clearance – the house was surrounded by thick trees on all sides. He was surprised that the city hadn’t done anything about them, however. The powerlines weaved through the trees and stretched across the front of the house, which seemed like a serious safety and fire hazard, in his opinion. He wouldn’t even be surprised if that had something to do with the start of this fire. Thankfully there was enough of a sloped roof right at the base of the windows which made accessing them all the easier.

He caught TK’s eyes as he walked by, his boyfriend flashing him a cheeky grin. Carlos smiled fondly at his excitement. He knew that TK loved being a paramedic, that he hadn’t regretted his choice in the slightest – once the rocky transition period had passed. He also knew that there was absolutely no denying that he was in love with an adrenaline junkie and that even if TK hadn’t wanted to admit it there was definitely a part of him that missed the thrill of running into a burning building.

Carlos couldn’t say that he had missed the worry that came with that particular action too much, but he supposed he could stomach it one more time if it meant seeing TK this happy.

“Think you remember how to do this kid?” Judd called with a grin as he approached, clapping Carlos on the shoulder as he passed by.

“I think I’ll manage,” TK deadpanned, “you know how hard it is to remember 7 years of experience and training after only being out of it for a few months, after all.”

Judd rolled his eyes at TK and reached over to muss up his hair before he could get his helmet on, ignoring TK’s indignant noise, “Yeah, yeah, alright. Don’t get your stethoscope in a twist. Just remember, you’re medical now so I call the shots getting us there and getting us out. I’ll leave all the medical up to you but...”

“In and out, don’t treat anything that can wait until we’re not in a burning house,” TK finished. “I know Judd, I’m not new at this.”

“I know you ain’t kid, just wanted to make sure we are on the same page.”

“Aren’t we always?” TK asked with a grin and Judd rolled his eyes. Even Carlos couldn’t repress a snort at that.

Any comeback on Judd’s part was prevented by Owen calling for the teams to move out and TK paused long enough to throw another grin in Carlos’s direction before he was off and heading up the ladder after Judd. Carlos hung back at the edge of the scene, keeping a watchful eye out for anything he might need to address, but it seemed all was calm. He was also keeping an ear open, however, and couldn’t deny that he was relieved when he heard TK’s voice across the radio only a few short minutes later.

“We’ve got her free and she’s stable enough to move,” he reported, “we’re bringing her down soon but she will need treatment for some pretty severe burns when we get out of here.”

“Copy that, Strand,” Captain Vega replied, “get her down here and we’ll take it from there.”

“On our way now, Cap.”

Carlos couldn’t deny the relief he felt when TK appeared at the window a few moments later. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his boyfriend’s skills, it was that while he might not be an expert it did seem to him that the flames were getting stronger and stronger with each passing second.

It was also that he had a bad feeling he just couldn’t shake. It was probably nothing, but the sooner TK and his team were out of there and back on the not on fire ground, the happier he would be.

He watched as TK stepped onto the ladder, swinging his leg over to the front of his and beginning the process of climbing down.

At least, that was what was supposed to happen.

What happened instead was that the moment TK put his weight on the ladder, it slipped. It fell to the side and it was all TK could do to catch himself, flailing his arms to keep his balance, to avoid the 10-foot plummet to the ground. He succeeded, but his actions propelled him back as he overcompensated, sending him in the direction of the other edge of the roof, and the improperly placed power lines Carlos had noticed earlier and Carlos knew with a sinking, heavy dread what was about to happen before it did.

Knowing didn’t make it any easier to see the sparks emitted the moment TK made contact with the lines, or the way his body convulsed as 240 volts coursed through his body. Foresight did nothing to ease the fear of watching him crumble, falling onto the roof in a heap before rolling down the roof and hitting the hard ground with a decisive thud.

For a moment, Carlos froze. TK was crumpled on the ground at the edge of a burning house and he wasn’t moving. Not a twitch, not a blink, not a breath. He heard a desperate voice calling out TK’s name and realized with a start it was his own.

There was deadly silence for a moment as the assembled team processed what they had just seen. But only a moment. The next moment was filled with shouts as the fire chose that instant to erupt, filling the last corner of the first level with bright and hungry flames. Marjan and Paul rushed to attend to it with a hose and Owen put in a call for another unit to respond. There was so much going on and no hands to spare so Carlos took off running, meeting Tommy at TK’s side.

“TK?” she was calling when Carlos skidded to a stop, “can you hear me?”

There was no answer and Carlos felt the dread inside him grow. Tommy gave TK a quick once over before glancing back at the raging flames that were far too close for comfort and looking up at Carlos, “Officer Reyes, I need you to help me move him.”

It took half a moment for the words to process before Carlos was moving, nodding even as he was already bending down to help the paramedic captain.

“Carefully,” she told him as she indicated for him to support TK’s left side, “he took quite a fall and I don’t know for sure what injuries he might have, but this fire is getting out of hand and we’ll get trampled if we stay here.”

Carlos nodded, as if he had any intention of doing anything but. TK was the most precious thing in the world to him, he wouldn’t risk hurting him further for anything.

Distantly he heard the noise of Judd calling for assistance and then descending the ladder with Mateo’s help to grab the victim at the bottom. The 126 continued to work at their usual efficiency even now, splitting into seamless groups to attack the rapidly swelling inferno before it began to spread through the neighborhood. They were consummate professionals, but even they couldn’t help but throw a worried gaze in TK’s direction every few minutes. Carlos couldn’t say he blamed them. This was easily the most horrifying sight he had ever seen.

But once they got TK settled in a more remote corner of the scene anything else ceased to exist. Because they had just carried him a good 30 feet and he hadn’t woken up which could not be a good sign. He watched, his own breath trapped in his throat and his own heart beating its way out of his chest, as Tommy leant down with the side of her face close to TK’s and her hand atop his chest. The seconds ticked by like hours before Tommy shook her head with a quiet yet desperate curse and reached out to check his pulse again. She frowned and muttered “C’mon Strand,” and Carlos’s heart sank. TK wasn’t breathing, his heart wasn’t beating, he was…

His spiral was interrupted by an ambu bag being thrust into his hand.

“Place this over his nose and mouth, like you have in your CPR courses and squeeze when I tell you to,” Tommy instructed.

There was no talk of how there was no one else to help, no mention of how they were stretched thin with her third paramedic lying still on the ground before them. There was no discussion of how it shouldn’t have to be Carlos, that it shouldn’t be him having to push the breath back into the lungs of the man he loves more than life itself; but it was conveyed in a glance, and Carlos nodded. There is no other option and he would have to be dead himself before he stood by and did nothing to help TK.

He placed the mask over TK’s face and followed Tommy’s rhythm, trying not to think how each thrust of her arms was the only thing keeping his blood moving through his veins; trying not to dwell on how each pump of the bag was the only thing bringing air into his lungs. Tommy was calling out instructions but it was all white noise to Carlos who was hyper focused on the horrifying sight before him and the rhythm of the CPR: 30 compressions, 2 breaths. 30 compressions, 2 breaths. 30 compressions…

And then Nancy was there, kneeling down beside him and unpacking the defibrillator with calm professionalism. She reached around Carlos without a word, placing the pads on TK’s chest. She attached the leads to the machine and called for Tommy to stop and for them both to stay clear as she administered the shock that would hopefully reset his heart.

Carlos’s body followed her instructions on autopilot, stopping his motions and watching with dread as TK’s body arched off the ground as electricity coursed through his body once again. He wanted to erase the sight from his memories but he knew with a cold certainty that it was one he wouldn’t be able to, that it would return in the night for days and weeks to come. He knew it was an image that would forever be burned into his brain.

He waited silently, not even daring to breathe on the off chance he might miss something, that he might upset the tenuous balance of the universe. He watched as TK’s body settled back onto the ground, as Nancy examined the ECG. The single moment it took her to read the display seemed to last a lifetime but finally, she smiled and Carlos almost dared to breathe.

“He’s in sinus rhythm,” she declared, voice heavy with relief, “he’s going to be okay.”

Carlos sagged, all the tension caused by fear leaving his body in an instant. He was going to be okay. He repeated it to himself like a mantra, desperately wanting it to be true - desperately needing it to be true.

From his spot a few feet away he could now see the gentle rise and fall of TK’s chest and he was certain he had never seen anything more wonderful in his life. He never wanted to see it stop ever again.

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There was a voice calling his name. It was raspy and weak, but familiar. He knew he should answer but his body was so tired he wasn’t sure if he even could sit up even if he wanted to.

“Carlos.”

The voice called his name again and somehow his sleep clouded mind connected it with a name - TK. TK was calling him which meant…

“TK!” he exclaimed, sitting bolt upright, eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. TK was in the hospital bed that Carlos had been resting his head on just a moment before and smiling at him. He was awake and Carlos was quite certain he had never seen anything more wonderful, “You’re awake! How are you feeling?”

“Sore,” TK replied with a wince, “very sore. I kind of feel like one giant bruise?”

Carlos couldn’t help but snort at that, despite everything, “That doesn’t surprise me.”

TK frowned at him now, taking in his disheveled state and the dark night evident through the windows, “What happened? How long have you been here?”

Carlos swallowed, reaching across the bed to take one of TK’s hands in his own, “What to do you remember, Ty?”

TK frowned as he considered, “I remember the house fire with an injured woman trapped inside. They needed a medic inside so I went in with Judd and then...nothing? Did something happen? Is Judd okay?”

Carlos squeezed TK’s hand, “Relax babe, it’s okay. Judd is fine, everyone else is fine. We’ve all just been worried about you.”

TK frowned at him, still clearly needing more explanation and Carlos sighed before launching into the story: “You were coming out of the house with the victim and Judd when something happened with the ladder. It slipped and you fell off, and managed to fall right into the power lines by the roof.”

TK’s eyes widened and he breathed a soft, “Oh.”

“Oh is right,” Carlos agreed quietly, running a thumb across the back of TK’s hand as he studied their linked hands. He knew his eyes would show too much. He knew that the fear he had felt then was just as evident now. “It was scary,” he said simply, softly, “you got shocked and then fell off the roof when you collapsed. Your body is pretty much one giant bruise right now and you do have some nasty electrical burns from where the lines hit you, but you’re so lucky. We’re so lucky. For a while there I…”

He trailed off, using his hand not intertwined with TK’s to hastily brush away the tears sliding down his face. He took a deep breath and forced a smile before he looked up to meet TK’s eyes, “But you’re okay, and I am so happy.”

“But you were scared,” TK observes softly, “I’m sorry I made you feel that. If it had been you…”

TK trailed off but Carlos could fill in the blanks easily. He was about to reassure him, about to tell him he had nothing to be guilty about when TK continued.

“I know it was an accident,” he assured Carlos, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I am sorry. I know we can’t control what happens in the field. This was an unavoidable accident, you know I would never willingly put myself in danger. Not anymore,” he paused, holding Carlos’s gaze for a moment before continuing, “not when I have so much to lose. Not when I stand to hurt someone I care about so much. I would never do anything to cause you pain on purpose, Carlos.”

Carlos swallowed around the lump in his throat. TK was still holding his gaze and he knew how much he meant those words. Just as much as he knew that this was an accident - that it couldn’t have been stopped, no matter how much he wished it could have.

“I know,” he said eventually, voice thick, “but that doesn’t change the fact that you scared me. I really, really thought I had lost you for good this time and it is the worst thing I have ever felt.”

TK’s eyes grew even sadder as he studied Carlos. He leaned down to press a tender kiss on Carlos’s forehead before resting his own Carlos’s. Carlos savored the closeness, the familiar warmth of TK’s skin against his as TK spoke.

“I will always do everything in my power to come home to you, Carlos Reyes,” he vowed, voice warm against Carlos’s skin, “I promise. All I ask is that you try to do the same.”

Carlos nodded, pulling away so he could see TK’s eyes, so the other man could see how sincere he was.

“Always,” he promised, “it’s going to take an act of God to pull me away from you, Tyler Kennedy.”

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ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr · 4 years ago

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WandaVision episode 7 spoilers

My notes of the episode I would now like to state (before I start the episode) I don’t think the Metispho theory is going to happen anymore I believe it’ll be something or someone else.

Title: Breaking the fourth wall

It would be Wanda breaking back into her legitimate/original reality instead of ours since she created her own within that.

Ahh it’s starting

Vision isn’t next to Wanda when she woke up

The kids game controllers keep switching years.

Billy said his head hurts I’m assuming all the voices from everyone else are crowding his.

The show is definitely set closer to our time maybe the early 2000s or 2010.

The milk box is changing years as well and she said she’s not sure what it’s about. But this is first time we’ve seen her eat since episode one,

The hex is now huge. Hayward is planning on launching something knowing him it’s a weapon.

Vision has woken up next to the city’s and recalls that he was pulling apart. He’s also confused on why Darcy doesn’t

Darcy is doing her individual interview and she is an escape artist maybe this means she’s gonna get out.

“Don’t believe anything that man said he is not your uncle,” Wanda after the twins asked what uncle P meant about rekilling Vision. She said she had no answers.

“I’m starting to believe that everything is meaningless,” She’s clearly breaking down way pass her breaking point which is why she was comfortable saying something like that in front of the twins.

Agnes knows she’s going crazy hint the cutting her own bangs comment.

The twins don’t want to go with Agnes because they think they need to take care of Wanda,

Things are glitching back to older decades and she had to manually switch it back then the infamous “I’m fine,” Laughing.

Monica and Jimmy found out that Hayward was trying to bring Vision back as a weapon which is why he was so upset when Wanda was able to bring him back

Finally

So now they’re saying that they need to warn Wanda.

They found the rest of the SWORD agents wait nvm those are their contacts

They said they’re loyal to Monica just like they were to her mom interesting.

They got the tank she need to safely re enter the hex.

Darcy has been freed from the spell. Darcy punched the circus

She admitted she doesn’t know who the imposter Pietro is or if her kids are safe.

Wanda’s losing control over her powers the house keeps changing.

“I don’t understand what’s happening why it’s all falling apart and why I can’t fix it,”

Interview guy: “Do you think maybe this is what you deserve?”

“What?” Wanda “Youre not supposed to talk?” Shes loosing control over the citizens as well I suppose.

She’s depressed so the commercial about antidepressants is a given but the line “ A unique antidepressant that is made to anchor you back to your reality,” Is what has me confused on which reality they’re referring to. Nvm “Or the reality of your choice,”

One of the side is more depression which I think she was depressed outside the HEX before she made it and when she made it it just brought her to the depression she’s in now.

“Nexus because the world doesn’t revolve around you or does it?”

Agnes still has the bunny from the second episode

Billy said I like it here because you’re quiet Agnes on the inside. I haven’t moved on yet but I think he’s saying he can’t feel the pain inside her like Wanda’s grief is in her control and my default in the rest of Westviews citizens but he can’t feel the pain in Agnes maybe because the control isn’t there?

Tommy “ do you think our moms okay?”

Agnes looks around confused before saying “ oh for sure you don’t have to worry about your mom she’s a super mom,” Then it cuts to her interview saying “Ralph says I sugarcoat things,”

Still mentioning Ralph but even in their house we haven’t seen them.

Monica has a SWORD suit on made to contain her but now that’s shes her pure energy what’s gonna happen?

She said this is there last shot. What does she know that makes this the last shot because from what we know she can go back in whenever with the equipment she was given.

The exterior of the hex is becoming equal to the vehicle so it was half of it was rewritten before shot back out.

Monica knows she can make it through and as she goes through you can see different stages of her life and here the dialogue of her in Captain Marvel before her mom goes to space with Carol.

“Maybe I could fly up and meet you halfway,” Younger Monica.

She’s now screaming no I think she’s being rejected back out maybe because this time she isn’t being sucked in.

All of her phases and ages were pushed into her bodies and her eyes glew blue.

She can see all the energy in colors coming off the powerlines the whole world was in like pastel colors pink purple and blue. Before she blinked her eyes and it went back to normal. She’s getting her power exciting. She took her sword suit off because she doesn’t need it.

“So Wanda killed me?” Vision

“Yes, but it’s not that simple you asked her to do it,” Darcy.

“Why would I have done that?”

“To save the universe well half of it,”

“Did it work?”

“It did. Until the bad guy rewind time and killed you himself.”

She’s catching him up on his life before Hayward took him apart possibly wiping him. I can’t tell if Wanda or Hayward wiped him. Since he was so scared about not remembering anything before Westview before he gets his summary now.

“I came back and died again?”

“And Wanda had to watch,” After Darcy said that you could see the pity in Vision’s eyes.

Vision’s interview: “I believe Wanda is creating these impediments to stop me returning home,”

Yeah she’s created another one the construction workers stopping them from getting home.

Vision said he was a body made by Ultron and an AI named Jarvis but what is he now?

Darcy said she thought Wanda just like flipped a switch and brought her back but she doesn’t understand why he dies if he leaves.

“What I do know is I’ve seen watching WandaVision for the past week and the love you two have is real,”

Vision seems conflicted at that.

Monica made it in and when she came into the house Wanda was taking the Nexus antidepressants and she is confused on how she got in.

She begins to blame the drones and missles on Sword which that was then but then she blames Pietro on them and Monica claims Pietro wasn’t Swords doing.

Everyone including Dottie is watching Wanda use her powers to hold Monica in the air. They all seems stunned but not really surprised

“All you do is lie!”

When Monica hit the grown energy surrounded/protected her and her eyes were blue again. Wanda was definitely shocked by whatever powers she developed.

“The only lies I’ve told are the ones you put in my mouth,” Monica walking towards Wanda.

“Careful what you say to me,” Wanda as she conjures up her powers as a way to threaten Monica.

“Do it then,” Monica said knowing she probably wouldn’t do it. I think she knows Wanda wants help she just doesn’t want to leave her kids and Vision behind. “Take me out,”

“Don’t let him make you the Villain,” Monica talking about Hayward who’s going to tear Westview down to get Vision back.

“Maybe I already am,”

Agnes sees this go down and goes outside. Monica talks about how she isn’t scared of Wanda she already lost her mom and that was the worst thing that can happen. She said she can’t bring her back then she says. “I can’t control this pain anymore,”

Which is Wanda’s situation entirely her pain got so out of control her powers made up for it. Monica and Wanda share an understanding.

She broke through to Wanda I could see it in her eyes but then Agnes came over and said “Young lady, I think you overstayed your welcome,”

Agnes doesn’t want Westview to end she can’t let it end. I’m assuming she said something to do with the creation. Agnes is manipulating Wanda to thinking what Agnes wants is what she wants but it’s not. Wanda was going to shutdown Westview until Agnes came and led her away.

As soon as Wanda was back inside the rest of the citizens went about their day.

There is kids where did they come from? I’m still confused on that.

Now Vision is starting to understand what Wanda went through he’s realized how much stuff she endured he endured it too but he said it felt like it happened to another person. I feel like he’ll be less harsh now. Or stop trying to shut it down as hard I’m not sure yet.

He ended the interview saying “I need to get to my wife,”

Agnes brought Wanda to her home.

Wait how is Yo Gabba Gabba on the TV when thats a nickeloaden show. That wasn’t really related I was just confused.

The music has gotten scary as Wanda looks around.

“Where are the twins?”

“Oh they’re probably just playing in the basement,” Agnes said seemingly wayyy to calm for the twins to be possibly missing she knows something.

There are vines all in Agnes’s basement and there’s wind blowing it’s like a maze. There’s a book it looks like a spell book. Yep it was.

She came down to find Wanda stroking Sir Sratchy

“Wanda, Wanda. You didn’t think you were the only magical girl in town, did you?” She just admitted to being Agatha Harkness.

She is the villain I’m sure of it. Her and Hayward are both the villains. I’m just not sure why she needs Westview to stay up and running.

Wanda has red or scarlet waves that show her powers and Agatha or Agnes has purple waves.

Her eyes are purple and she’s going into her head.

Agatha is getting her own show theme sequence called “Agatha all along,” It’s going through the decades it’s switched to. Her waves are purple and she has the power to manipulate peoples mind I’m assuming. That’s how she messed with Herb after fixing the talent show.

OHHH MY GOD

people thought the twins brought back Pietro or Peter after seeing their mom upset but it was Agatha.

Agatha was the interviewer who asked “Do you think maybe this is what you deserve?”

She’s not only playing physical tricks and changing the actual physical surroundings in Westview she’s doing mind tricks.

“Who’s been pulling every evil string?” The chorus.

“She’s insidious,”

“So perfidious that you haven’t even noticed and the pity is,”

“It’s too late to fix anything now everything has gone wrong,”

“Thanks to Agatha Naughty Agatha,”

She admitted to killing Sparky which I think I commented on a few eps back.

But the “it’s too late to fix anything”might be why the times period keep changing along with the house because she’s already lost control of her powers she can’t get control back now. “now that everything has gone wrong,”

A lot of suspicions people had including myself have been comfirmed Agatha is the villain. But that’s only from the inside we still have Hayward to worry about.

WAIT THERE END CREDITS THIS TIME.

It’s Monica trying to break into Agatha’s basement as soon as she opened the door from the outside. Her eyes might’ve changed a bit but there was purple waves from Agnes in the vines. I can’t tell if Monica eyes are blue from her energy or purple from Agatha’s influence.

But a man caught her and said “Snoopers gonna snoop,” At first guess I randomly said Tommy all grown up but that’s unlikely now I’m thinking it was Ralph. We wouldn’t know because we haven’t seen him all season though. Wait that we Peter/Pietro that’s how he got back there so fast.

#wandavision #wandavision spoilers #wandavision theories #wanda maximoff #vision #agatha harkness #darcy lewis #jimmy woo #monica rambeau #tommy maximoff #billy maximoff #billy and tommy

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callme--starchild · 5 years ago

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Half of What You Think of Me

Donald felt this could be one of the most uncomfortable rides of his life as an adventurer. Curled up in the seat and wrapped in seat belts, his gaze wandered around the plane.

Della was piloting and chatting with Launchpad, who sat in the adjacent seat — since when had the two of them become so close? — while Scrooge stood between them, serving as the lookout that clearly both pilots were failing.

Goofy was more discreet in the seats across from him. The children were huddled around the dog, bright eyes filled with curiosity as he told them the story behind each photo in his wallet. He could actually perceive the way they waited for a photo that included him to know the memory — possibly shameful — that it possessed.

But if he knew his friend like the back of his wing, Donald knew that those images, as well as Mickey's, were in the oldest part of his cellphone gallery, far below many photos of Max. It was not something that particularly offended the duck, he understood very well what it was like to be gushing over the photos of their respective proteges.

(Feeling watched, Goofy looked up for a moment as the four ducklings admired the photos he had taken during the Powerline’s concert years ago, appreciating the soft gaze his old friend had on the children, the same loving gaze that not only seen when he looks at his.

If he hadn't known Donald since they were both younger, he wouldn't have hesitated to think of him as the biological father of the kids. He could be the uncle, it's true, but having triplets under his care for ten years was worthy of admiration, especially when counting and accepting without hesitation one more girl.)

"You are pretty quiet."

But a British accent snapped both parents out of their reverie, causing Donald to discover Goofy's gaze on him for a second before continuing to tell stories, this time about a prom.

"Oh hello Mrs. B." Donald greeted the housekeeper as she sat next to him, surreptitiously glancing at the four children. Needless to say, he did it in a very strange way by being with the belts around him. A sad smile decorated his face.

On the other hand, Beakley's expression remained neutral, with a glint in her gaze that Donald didn't quite know how to describe; preferring to focus again on the kids to perceive the way her features softened.

"You know they're not upset, right?"

Donald looked up; he hadn't noticed the moment when he lowered it and, ignoring the damp burning that was beginning to appear in his eyes, he looked back at the housekeeper. Despite the severity that was commonly woven into her face, the sailor managed to perceive the small, almost ghostly smile on her face.

It was almost hilarious that they initially got along as well as oil and water. And look at them now, bonding like a pair of confidants.

"If it was them, I would be," he confessed feeling himself shrink in his seat, his feathers clinging to the seat’s leather as if he might rip it apart.

Actually, he could; that is, he had faced greater threats for a fifth of his life, an airplane seat would be a piece of cake.

"After all, I took away from them a part of their life that currently makes them happy," and it was not the same to give it up on your own free will than to have it disappear like sand between your fingers, he knows. And it was better to think about that than the anger that tickled through his veins, all against himself “just because I was looking for an idealization of normality worthy of a sitcom .”

Involuntarily, Donald grunted the last word. Even if it had been fun to feel on a TV show, he knew that sooner or later his trick would end up being discovered because those kids were smarter than he liked; he also did not feel happy to lie to his family — and to know that it was not the only lie he has made, the house of cards that he created with so much effort would collapse. Maybe it was better to keep the low budget and the recorded laughs on a show.

Even if he kept thinking about the life he left behind, it didn't mean that they were calm leaving theirs because what he was doing was more dangerous and it was certainly hypocritical and—

“Even if the method you used was unorthodox, I can see why you used it." Beakley's voice was the light that Donald's darkness needed, and he clung to it like a lifeline. "You love your family and you just want to see them safe and sound. I can say that I share the sentiment.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the gleam of amazement in Webby's eyes, leaning her elbows on an armrest as she listened to Goofy. He had never bothered to get to know the housekeeper better even if he lived on the pool at her house, and the fact that this was their longest talk planted something in his heart.

"And even if that fantasy were possible, I think we both know that they would not be happy with it” yes, leave the fantastic situations to cartoons and other kinds of programs for children to see “and it's incredible that I say this, but it seems like Scrooge knows what he does to keep them protected.”

There was a hint of disbelief in her voice, and the sailor stifled his laughter. To tell the truth, even he was surprised; in the adventures he engages in, he has not seen any of his nephews being pushed into a portal, shrunken, or into a block of magical ice.

It didn't hurt as much as it seemed.

“You're right.”

"Of course, I’m always right," and they both laughed, like a couple of old friends who haven't seen each other in years.

How things changed in just a few months.

"By the way," of course, they couldn't stay on the same topic of conversation, Donald himself didn't feel so comfortable talking about him, "what did you ask the genius for?"

"Oh," a smile crept in, and the duck wondered if the spy had noticed the instant his feathers turned scarlet, "I just asked for a small, big detail. You will see it arriving at the mansion.”

And oh, Donald won't be able to forget the happiness on Beakley's face at the sight of the family photograph. The photograph that included her.

One more lie.

The young duck's footsteps echoed across the silent 151st floor, one hand on his chin as he narrowed his eyes in a thoughtful and distant expression.

"Sooner or later, you'll make a mark on the ground, Old Cape," being pulled out of his thoughts by a small orb that appeared beside him, his reverberated voice playing with the superhero's nerves in an almost impossible way, "you've been like this since you returned from your mission in the 21st century, do you want to talk?”

But Uno was so worried, so nervous that Donald forgot that he was not a biological being but a machine. A machine that acted, thought, and spoke in such a human way that it burned, that Donald wonders at what moment hearing that voice had become the most important part of his day-to-day life, prompting him to keep putting on his kevlar suit to go out on a new adventure from which he does not know if he will be able to return alive.

When had he been so lucky to meet Uno that the mere thought of something happening to him in the 21st century terrified him?

"I saw myself there," he murmured after a few seconds of silence, listening to the buzz of a chair appearing behind him and feeling a pair of hands supporting his shoulders with such care that it made him uneasy, sighing heavily as he removed his mask and his fingers fiddled with the texture, "apparently I'll be a secret agent in the future."

"Sorry to interrupt you PK, but…" Sure, Uno was concerned. He had foreseen temporal paradoxes before leaving with Lyla.

"It's all I know, he— I didn't agree to tell more. You know, the current of space-time and all that paraphernalia” but his voice gave away his anguish, and a dull sound gave away the way he let his back hit the back of the chair “but…”

But. There was always a but.

"The Ducklair Tower wasn't there." No, his voice hadn't cracked, and Donald fought the urge to rip the hood with the voice modulator off because it was the only thing that kept his identity secret when he's Paperinik.

Silently, Uno made his companion's sailor suit appear, letting another buzz roar in the newly silent secret floor.

"Something is going to happen, Uno, something is going to happen to you and I don't know what it is." He squeezed his hands, applying so much force that his trembling knuckles paled more.

"It's probably not that bad, Hero." But even if Uno was an AI, he managed to hear the uncertainty in his own modulated voice. Odin Eidolon peered into the recess of his database.

Donald dropped the mask onto his lap, slowly rubbing his temples. He looked exasperated, he felt terrified.

Paperinik had never been terrified, but under that mask, he was still Donald Duck, and Donald Duck had to act on his fear more than once if he wanted to continue his life.

"He said he missed you," and maybe that's what dismayed the superhero since his return to the 20th century, staring at the ceiling and feeling smaller than usual.

He knew that the seconds were scarce before they found themselves back home, the skyscraper that was the Ducklair Tower would cease to be a non-existent point to remain the base of Channel 00 as well as the defender of the city’s; but even so… he— Donald from the future— Double Duck had used them to dedicate a few words to the artificial intelligence, even if he had been very specific in that he would not shut up facts.

Perhaps that was what kept Donald uncertain, not Paperinik, and it is that the very idea that something was happening with Uno unsettles him.

For the first time, Uno does not know what to say to lift the spirits of his partner, not even a one-liner. But it was impossible, the artificial intelligences did not waver, not even one as advanced as he — modesty aside. That did little to reassure Donald.

It could be the first time that something had alerted both the hero and the civilian.

"Do you really think something will happen, PK?" The AI questioned empathetically as a pair of hands helped the superhero remove his suit. His system did not allow him to believe, Uno was logical; and while the Pangea project proved that even he could be wrong, it was further proof of the influence that the biological duck has had on him.

But Uno didn't believe, he knew something had to happen for Odin to emerge, especially considering Donald couldn't connect the dots and figure out what took him a few minutes.

"I don't know," Donald growled, pulling on his sailor shirt with the help of Uno's arms — changing in front of the AI was already absolutely normal for Donald after months of doing it, often too hasty to even notice.

Still, that only demonstrated the confidence both partners had. So why did Uno feel he was lying to the sailor by hiding the truth about the billionaire businessman of the XXIII century? Why couldn't he tell him that he would never leave him alone — or how impossible it would be to get rid of him, even though clearly neither of them wanted that?

Why did the thought of losing Uno, and not by aging, terrify Donald so much?

That conversation felt very distant to the retired hero. But now that he was aware of the reason for his doubts, he wanted nothing more than to have a hint of tachyon that would allow him to travel to the moment when Uno was deactivated to avoid it.

And maybe hit Everett, who knows. He would literally have all the time in the world at his complete disposal.

But Uno was there, face to face. And Donald couldn't believe it, he barely could do it, but the last thing he wanted was to blink and have the intelligence— android in front of him disappear into thin air.

"H-How?" He whispered, feeling his voice harsher than usual. He was supposed to go to the abandoned Ducklair Tower to see the result of his wish. Instead, a robot perfectly built to match the appearance of an ordinary mallard stood in the middle of his door.

At this, Uno laughed. Donald didn't know how to feel; his voice did not have those reverberations that made it robotic, but one that could be heard in any duck that no one could suspect, the absence of walls causing no echoes that were familiar to the sailor to be heard.

It generated a strange feeling in his chest, but he didn't want it to fade away.

"The first piece of information that comes to my system is to be reactivated in the Tower "Uno confesses, and for some reason, he does not dare to say that among these are Donald's memories, those that he had managed to record and save in his database because well, those were personal “but this body had been in the planning for… a long time.”

His voice becomes distant as well as his gaze, and the sailor does not dare to inquire; the mere idea that his best friend had this project planned without him even knowing since before he was deactivated, left a knot in the pit of his stomach. And he prefers to focus on the lump that rested rather in his throat and left him shaking.

"It's still a bit unstable, but what else could I do? I've missed you, Old Cape…” And hearing that old nickname again felt like a lunge, and Donald couldn't help but laugh sadly as he felt moisture running down his cheeks and the edges of his beak, rushing into the android's arms before he could even prepare himself, backing out of reflex.

As Donald cradled his face against the opposite chest, concentrating on the hum that was so familiar and strange at the same time, Uno couldn't help but smile wistfully as his arms wrapped around the smaller duck's body. The AI was already aware of the size of his old companion, but now that he could see it directly, he looked much more fragile than he might have thought.

The plumage felt soft, and though he could perceive the knots and some messy feathers, the delicacy of those that grew again could not be missed. Uno was no stranger to the ducks’ molting, he had witnessed some from his partner back in the tower, but he had never realized how silky they could be.

Donald's sailor suit was now a gloomy black, had the occasional wrinkle, and exuded a faint stench of sea salt, sand, and dirt. He wasn't sure how he could identify the smells, but it must be his vast knowledge.

But the duck was trembling, sobbing in a shaky, broken voice. Or a voice more broken than usual. Not that he was critical.

"I missed you too," he confessed after a few seconds of silence, tentatively breaking the hug as he wiped his eyes. Only then could he notice that the eye bags had intensified, looking darker than he could remember “more than you think, old friend.”

And even though One couldn't age, he recognized the symbolism behind the Peking duck's words and was beyond grateful for it.

—

“So… this is the new Donald Duck?" His wing scanned one of the framed photographs on the boathouse’s stairs, and being able to feel was a feeling he didn't want to lose now.

And he was not able to stop smiling — not that he wanted to — when he appreciated the affectionate happiness on his partner's face when he kept the nephews he had heard so much about tucked in, detecting a newspaper that read blizzard in its headline.

It seemed like yesterday that Donald walked into the secret story, with a smile more radiant than he could remember, shouting from the rooftops that he would be an uncle. What he would give to go back to those times when everything was simpler and their only concern was facing Evronians and time pirates.

"It's true that a lot has changed since you left." Rubbing his arm in a nervous habit, Donald refused to leave his partner's side. Occasionally he could be heard sobbing bitterly, betraying that he had cried previously, "I would have been fascinated you were here, you would have experienced as much as I have."

However, the android had years of knowing the sailor to know that, despite the nuance that had colored his voice, no signals or double meanings were detected that directly blamed him. Donald was better than that, and they both knew it was neither their fault that he found himself disconnected and cut off from his side when he had no say in the matter.

But the would not exist. The damage had already been done and the wounds were already scarred, and with the presence of Uno Donald felt as if those scars were being treated despite being carved into his skin for ten years. It was as if the android was able to heal them almost automatically, and he was more than grateful for that little detail.

The bond between them was that strong.

"But I'm here now," he murmured, hugging his partner by the shoulder. And the sensation was so new that it was surprising to both of them, yet it didn't bother either of them, Uno's hand settling as if it had been made to be there — and maybe it was. After all, the body was built by Uno himself. “And I have no intention of leaving again…”

And it's not that the smallest duck wanted to, chuckling softly as he leaned his body against Uno's, an almost comical sight given the difference in height.

“I am glad to hear that.”

Uno's gaze continued to roam the photos, realizing that neither Scrooge nor Della was in them — except for a framed photo, prior to the hatching of his friend's nephews.

"He's Huey," Donald spoke suddenly, pointing to the red-clad triplet, and in an instant, the android had already registered that data, "he's Dewey, and he's Louie. Is more like their nicknames, but it is how they usually identify themselves.”

The intelligence said nothing, but he knew he didn't need words to show how grateful he was that he took the trouble to help him identify the triplets. It was easier and faster to search the system for them, but it was not as detailed as hearing it from his best friend and taking into account the way his voice softened when talking about them.

"And it seems that the family has grown," he added, pointing to the new family photo, seeing that in addition to Donald, the children, Scrooge and Della — who now had a leg made entirely of metal, were a girl and two ducks, the latter stout.

When the other duck followed his sight he made an affirming sound, gently taking his arm to lead him in front of the photo.

"Yes, she is my honorary niece Webby." He pointed to the duckling, and of course, Uno smirked. The hero had always had a soft spot for children, he could leave him one on his care and it wouldn't take him long to spoil them “and they are Launchpad and Mrs. B. She may look a bit strict, but she's nice; something tells me you two will get along very well.”

Of course, it hadn't taken long for his tone to turn to mock, and though the android didn't fully understand what he meant, he couldn't help but laugh with him. Like the old inside jokes they both used to have, and the fact that they will escalate now that they were together again filled him with satisfaction in an inexplicable way.

"In that case, I'm looking forward to meeting them, Old Cape."

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