#Separate Lives

[nat-20s]

name a more iconic thing to happen for the fictional qpr community than Donna Noble quite literally meeting her soulmate and being like hmm. there's no one I've ever wanted to fuck less

[canisalbus]

✦ Freshly ordained ✦

[duranduratulsa]

Phil Collins feat. Marilyn Martin - Separate Lives (Official Music Video)

80's Fest Duet of the day: Separate Lives by Phil Collins & Marilyn Martin (1985) from White Nights Original Motion Picture Soundtrack #philcollins #marilynmartin #SeparateLives #whitenights #80s #80sfest #durandurantulsas6thannual80sfest

[qiinamii]

we'll do fine.

[lenfaz]

Separate Lives, 40/39

Author's note:

It's been 84 years.... this is unbetaed, I haven't written in more 5 years or more and need I remind you, English is not my first language. Since we last saw each other, I actually moved to Italy, so that means I'm juggling 3 languages in my daily life, and failing miserably at those 3.

this is a pick-me-up moment, as it was mostly for me, after losing my beloved 14 year old cat this past week. But in case any of you wants to read it, here it is.

Ao3, FF.net

The Boys are Back in Town

“Lieutenant Sanders, in my office. Now.”

Mac sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he watched Killian retreat into his office. He knew this was coming and in all fair honesty, his former partner and current captain had delayed the inevitable for quite some time. But alas, it was what it was and he would have to suck it up and deal with it. Taking a deep breath, he went into the office and closed the door.

Killian was sitting behind his desk, head bent over a flimsy piece of paper. Mac took a few seconds to study him. He looked good. Fatherhood and family life suited him. He’d taken to co-parent a teenager with little to no effort - granted, Henry was a great kid with good instincts who barely got into trouble - and he was amazing at raising his little boy. Liam’s tantrums came to an end the moment his father took him into his arms and soothed him.

Everything was finally going well in his friend’s life. Which made this entire situation all the hardest to deal with. Mac took a deep breath and sat on the chair.

“Alright, sunshine, let me have it.”

“They’re not happy, Mac.” Killian ran a hand through his hair.

“I know”, Mac shrugged noncomitantly. There wasn’t much he could do at this point. His fate was sealed by the powers to be above them. Mac needed to hear it and then accept it. Probably with the help of a shot of rum. If only he hadn’t finally quit smoking….

Killian leaned into the back of his chair and shook his head. “Willis is a good kid. I would not have assigned him as your partner if not. You should give him a chance.”

And there lied Mac’s predicament with the running list of partners that had been assigned to him in the past few years, marking one failure after another that quickly ended in transfers and requests for partner change. Willis was a kid. Young, eager, ready to take onto the world.  Willis was in a completely different place than Mac. He couldn’t relate even if he tried. Willis and his friends from the academy went clubbing and hit high-end bars that served sophisticated drinks. They met girls over the internet and had weeks of chatting online before meeting directly for hookups. There was almost next to nothing to build a rapport with his assigned partner. Mac didn’t even contemplate inviting him to Sunday lunch. Willis was a great young man, a quite capable detective who had good instincts and could read suspects like no other… but he wasn’t Mac’s partner.

Mac got up and paced the room back and forth, trying to find the correct words. But in the end, it didn’t matter how he said it. This was Killian. He would understand. 

“It’s not working, Killian….and I’m not sure I could ever make it work,” he admitted.

“That’s what you thought about us in the beginning, remember?” Killian cocked an eyebrow at him.  

It was true. Mac hadn’t liked partnering with Killian at first. But it had nothing to do with Killian and everything to do with Mac fighting his own demons. It had taken 24 hours, a pack of cigarettes, and a couple of bottles of rum for them to become more than just partners. 

“It’s not the same and you know it, mate.”.   

Killian averted his eyes as his hand fidgeted on the surface of his desk. “Aye… then you leave me no choice.”

Mac shrugged and gave Killian a sad smile. “Just do what you have to do.”

Killian retrieved something from his desk drawer and threw it in his direction. Mac quickly caught it with both hands and looked at it. His heart skipped a beat at the shiny new badge. Mac lifted his head dumbfounded and gave Killian a curious look. 

“Congratulations, Captain Sanders.” 

Killian’s heart filled with glee when Mac’s eyebrows shot up in his face as he was trying to find words. He slowly stood up, given the moment all the flourish and persona it deserved. “When the Commissioner called, I calmly explained to him the reason it was not working was because no department in its right mind would still have you as a lieutenant when you’re clearly overqualified for the role. Let’s face it, a detective of your poise and skills deserves better than that lousy rank they subjected you to for years.”

Mac was finally able to articulate a few words, “Killian… I don't know what to say.”

Killian lifted his hand to stop him. “Don’t say anything yet, because you might not be happy about what comes next.” He cleared his throat. “As a captain, you need to be assigned an equal-ranked partner. Unfortunately for you, there is only one captain in this precinct currently without a partner.”

He squared his shoulders and looked at Mac as he put his hand out. “Captain Sanders, I’m Captain Killian Jones and I’ll be your partner starting today.”

Mac chuckled as he shook Killian's hand before pulling him into a hug. 

“Congratulations, mate,” Killian smirked as they pulled away. “Are you ok with teaming up with me again?”

“As if there were any other partner for me.”

“You’re stuck with me. And this is going to be so much better now that we’re captains,” Killian rubbed his hands, resisting the urge to do a tiny jump of glee.  

“Until you get promoted again,” Mac tilted his head in his know-it-all attitude.

“Please, no one in their right mind will make me Commissioner…”

“You never know, mate. They made you captain fairly quickly after all.”

Killian shrugged. His rise in the police ranks was not on the list of things to worry about at the moment. “Go clean up your desk. You’re moving to the adjacent office.”

“I need to call Laura first.”

“You do that. Tell her we are celebrating at our house on Saturday. Barbeque is on us”

“They won’t let you…” Mac started to protest but Killian cut him off.

“That was part of the deal I cut with Marty for your promotion. You tell her that.”

“As if it would make any difference….” Mac smirked as he exited the office, pausing at the very last minute. “See you later, partner.”

Killian perched on his desk with a goofy grin on his face.  

Everything was finally perfect.

[mischievous-thunder]

From merely existing in two separate universes all the while trying their hardest every single day to mend the broken pieces of themselves

to finding someone who's willing to sacrifice himself to make sure the other person gets all the love and happiness of the world, to finding someone to go home to, to finally having the family of their dreams materialised, Wade and Logan's paths merged into one. It's but a new beginning.

Nothing really clicked prior to them meeting each other because their soulmates didn't even exist in their respective universes. Everything starts falling into place when their fate brings them together. They are each other's anchor beings.

[egberts]

hopefully they never take away the way you can drag the little post icons around the screen on the android app

[couch-house]

little comic for disability pride month! HoH rouge is a headcanon i've had for a while but I never do anything with it... tragic... well now I've changed that :)

[ruporas]

need to exist in your warmth (id in alt)

[rockposerdotcom]

Escape The Hive Release Video For New Single 'Separate Lives'

Phoenix, AZ based melodic hard rockers Escape The Hive release a brand-new single today and along with it, the video for ‘Separate Lives‘. Pulled from the band’s debut album, ‘This is Gonna Sting‘, released on 15 September via Shock Records / Vanity Music Group and distributed through The Orchard / Sony Music, ‘Separate Lives‘ is a perfect setup for the album as it best represents the AOR…

[stuckinapril]

friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me

[unhappy-sometimes]

bowling doodles

next thing you know, he’s got a custom jersey and ball, a shelf of bowling trophies, and is on a local team.

i know that loid is supposed to be good at everything, but just once i’d like to see him pathetically fail at something despite his earnest efforts. every time i go bowling i am consistently surprised at how difficult it is.

[deimosatellite]

[duranduratulsa]

Phil Collins - Separate Lives (Official Music Video)

80's Fest Song 🎵 of the day 2: Separate Lives by Phil Collins & Marilyn Martin (1985) from White Nights Original Motion Picture Soundtrack #philcollins #marilynmartin #SeparateLives #whitenights #80s #80sfest #durandurantulsas5thannual80sfest

[kenjakusbraincum]

Heey, I LOVE your writings on soft sukuna, you write so beautifully🩷 please can you do one where he is jealous (fluff)😭🩷

Thank you sm for the kind words!!! Here's my best attempt at doing your idea justice <3

Sukuna has no real reason to be jealous. He practically owns you, controls every aspect of your life, who or what could he possibly be jealous of? Every servant who dared approach you in an inappropriate way would be dealt with swiftly. And you're a good pet, who has eyes for no one other than your master. You really don't give him a reason.

But there's this one thing... Since you've been so good and obedient, Sukuna has allowed you many liberties. You're permitted to skip around the mansion, watch Uraume cook, even enjoy little hobbies. You've tried many before you found that crocheting particularly piqued your interest. Ever since you've learned the basics, you've been spending hours working on perfecting your skills. At first it was cute, watching you squint in concentration as you move the hook. But then the math became really simple - having this hobby to keep you busy meant you approached Sukuna out of boredom a lot less. And he noticed it. It irked him, but you're not technically doing anything wrong. You were still as happy to serve him as ever, he just had to ask. But why would he have to ask? You should be all over him on your own. He should have to push you away, not beg you to give him attention. He didn't like this disturbance in your master and pet balance that this little hobby of yours caused.

He stands at the door now. You're crocheting again. You and your favorite servant laugh at your failed creation so sweetly, you don't even notice he's waiting. He clicks his tongue to establish his presence, and your servant falls to her knees immediately. You however, are not held to that high of a standard anymore.

"Master!", you call him, and hop up to greet him with a deep bow. Before he can say anything, you've picked up the piece of fabric you've been working on and ran into his arms to show him.

He looks at the ugly form and scoffs. "This is what I'm sponsoring?", he says and pulls a loose piece of yarn, making your little creation fall apart. He always was a bully, but you note his bad mood.

"I'm only a beginner...", you sulk.

"That much is obvious.", he flicks the yarn away and it falls onto the floor. Before you can bend to pick it up, he seizes your wrist and pulls you back. "Aren't you a little young to waste time with hobbies for the elderly?", he asks. You look at him with your cutest, practiced doe eyes, but it doesn't work.

"Come, pet. I know an activity more suitable for your age.", he says when you don't respond, and steps out of the room. You hop after him, unaffected by his condescending comments. You know that they're just for show. If he really thought you were a hag, you would've been gone a long time ago.

"Sitting at your throne all day?", you tease innocently and join him at his side, sliding your arm underneath one of his. You hope your playfulness will distract him from whatever is bothering him. "Or in a bath?" His lower set of eyes peeks at you and smirks, noticing that you're feeling particularly daring today. He's not sure how he feels about that. "Or in your bed." He rolls his eyes gently and opens the door to his chambers.

"At least then you'd be serving your purpose and actually spending time with your master.", he comments and shuts the door. His comment catches you a bit off guard and you stop in front of his bed. He makes his way towards you, and you look up at him with an insulted expression.

"Master, are you jealous of a ball of yarn?", you ask playfully, and squeal when he suddenly pushes you down to sit on the bed. Now you're at eye level... with his crotch.

"You've got quite a big mouth today. Put it to good use for a change, will you?", he runs his hand from the crown of your head to the back of your neck. You seem to have struck a nerve, so it really is the ball of yarn. Is it possible that Sukuna is this clingy?

"Will you?", he repeats and tugs on your hair and narrows his eyes. You smile obediently and reach behind him to untie his obi.

"Yes Master."

-

You try your best to manage the time you spend crocheting from then on, working on productivity in the hours that you dedicate to developing this skill. And it helps that you have a specific goal in mind now: helping Sukuna realize that this hobby is a friend, not an enemy. He still catches you engaging in it sometimes, and gives you a dirty look, but you're as quick as ever to drop what you're doing and join him. That seems to satisfy him.

When you're finally happy with the result of your creation, you look for Sukuna around the mansion. It's not really that hard to find him, as he frequents three places most of all: the dining room, his bedroom and his throne room. This time, he's sitting on his throne, and a small line of people wait for their turn to be gifted his attention. You on the other hand, don't have to wait in line to get it. His lower set of eyes spots you the moment you enter the chamber. You're allowed to roam the mansion, but barging in unannounced is not standard even for you.

Still, Sukuna has learned that you usually only feel daring enough to cross boundaries when you're sure he'll like what you have in mind. So for now, he will let this slide. He's bored as hell anyways. The people are dismissed and you pass by them on your way to his throne, nestled on a pile of bones. You stop in front of it and greet him with a bow.

"Master, I come to you with a humble offering.", you say with your hands on your thighs and your eyes fixated on the ground.

"Show me.", he says simply, but you recognize entertainment in his voice. You climb up the bones and feel his stare scan you from head to toe, before you sit on his knee.

"May I ask you to close your eyes?", you ask and flutter your lashes. Oh the way you seduce him. Who else could ask Sukuna to do something as dangerous as close his eyes? Give his opponent valuable time to land an attack. Who else could dare? And who else would he ever listen to and really close his eyes? Really do as he's told? Oh how safe he feels with you.

You take one of his large hands into yours, and gently pry his long fingers away to open his palm. He has beautiful hands. The only ones you've ever known, but you're sure they're the most beautiful hands in the world. So dangerous, so elegant. You want to press a kiss to his palm, but you hope your gift will have the same, maybe even more profound effect.

Something soft touches his skin, and then you speak, as politely as before. "You may look.", in your softest voice. And when he opens his eyes, he finds himself looking at you first. You're an offering on your own.

Then he looks at his hand. Two crocheted plush figures resembling him and yourself lay flat on his palm, connected through their holding hands. At first glance, it looks like they're two separate creations. In a sense, they are, but... He tries to part them.

"We're sewn together.", you explain. He hums in amusement and inspects your gift more closely. His plush is bigger, recognizable by the pink hair and four buttons for eyes. It's even wearing his favorite kimono. Yours is smaller and less detailed. You look like any other human when placed next to him, insignificant. But in a sea of pets, entertainers and lovers he's had in the past, he would never fail to recognize it as you.

He's spent so long looking at it with that face of his that you just can't read. You're starting to grow restless in his lap, and he feels your eyes dwell into his soul. When he looks back at you with one pair of eyes, your brows are furrowed in worry and you're fiddling your hands in your lap. He pats you on the head and pulls you closer, so you have no choice but to lean on his frame.

"It's beautiful, darling.", his fingers run through your hair, scraping your scalp softly. "No loose threads either.", he looks at you with all four eyes now, and you feel so small in his arms. You're not used to receiving this many compliments from Sukuna at once. Not ones that weren't directed at your body or performance. Especially not when he's looking at you so tenderly, when every word sounds so loving and genuine. "You've improved so much.", his hand is on your face now, and you catch him glancing at your lips. You part them to start thanking him, but you already know how much he hates listening to that.

You stay quiet instead, and lean closer, letting him take you. And he kisses you so softly, fingertips light against your heated skin. You feel like you're floating, like a lily pad in a warm pond. The littlest gesture of his affection has you melting in his embrace. The power he has over you... and how wonderful it is to surrender yourself to it.

None of the liberties and privileges you've been awarded with compare to this. You know that many pets have walked these halls before you. Many warmed his bed and claimed the title of his favorite. But how many loved him like this? Enough to dedicate time of their day to making intricate gifts. How many could say Sukuna kissed them lovingly, for no other reason than to show gratitude and affection?

You're flushed completely red by the time his lips leave yours. You can't hold the intensity of his gaze, as he stares at you in adoration. "I'm happ.. I'm glad you l-like it...", you stumble through the words and win a giggle out of him. You are just so cute. Like a pet should be. He rubs your head again and pushes you away lightly.

"Go now, the people await me.", he says with a benevolent smile gracing his face. "I'll see you tonight."

You bow to him and leave.

And when you visit him that night, he is as gentle as he was when he kissed you earlier, still in a good mood after your gift. Caressing your hair, shoulders and back, as you lay comfortably with your head on his chest. Keeping you warm in his embrace. You're trying your best to follow the conversation, but sleep is slowly taking over you. Sukuna notices and plants a kiss to your forehead, wishing you goodnight. The last thing you see before your eyes close, is your handcrafted plushies sitting on his nightstand.

[lenfaz]

:sneaks in: is anyone still here?

For some magical kismet star alignment, I was reminded of my fic writing this week which ended up with me on a rabbit hole of rereading this fic in the past two days. :sighs: I can't believe I wrote this. True, it's a little rough around the edges, some of the writing could have been better and the flow in some parts of the fic needs work... but my goodness I'm still so damn proud of this. I've written better pieces afterward, in terms of writing and style, but this one... this one still goes above the others. Probably because I got to write a romantic police novel which is probably my favorite genre in the world (at least in movies and shows).

Seeing in retrospective, I see now elements of so many of my favorite types of shows and movies: The Lethal Weapon hommage comes to no surprise as I think I have been quite clear before that is a huge part of how I chose to write Mac & Killian. But in the interactions between Emma and Killian there are elements of Remington Steele and Moonlighting, pieces of Bones and Silk Stalkings.... this whole will they / won't they with some light crime to go with it (no need to do a heavy retorted on that one).

And the music, OMG the music still gives me feels. I think some of these chapters are probably the best angst I've ever portrayed in my writing, and it was all inspired by 80s music.

Oh god, I miss writing like these. I miss writing this verse so much.

Separate Lives, ch 39 (39/37)

Ch1/Ch2/Ch3/Ch4/Ch5/Ch6/Ch7/Ch8/Ch9/Ch10/ Ch11/Ch12/Ch13/Ch14/Ch15/Ch16/Ch17/Ch18/Ch19/Ch20/ Ch21/Ch22/Ch23/Ch24/Ch25 /Ch26 /Ch27 /Ch28 /Ch29 /Ch30 / Ch31 /Ch 32 /Ch 33 /Ch 34 /Ch35 /Ch36/ Ch 37 / Ch38

Fic tag: It will also include notes on the fic and music and lyrics inspiration :)

Read it also on Ao3 or FF

Summary: Set after 3x20 “Kansas”. After saving the town one more time, Emma decided to return to New York, leaving her past behind. Three years later, she realizes that might be not have been the best decision.

I want to thank spartanguard for the banner!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @laschatzi​!

My dear, my love, the rum allergy to my goat’s milk. Cara mia, conoscerti qui c’estata una delle piu belle cose che mi hanno succeso in questo fandom! Ho pensato… cosa puoi scrivere per la zucchera? :P  E doppo mi sono decisa per questo, L���ultima parte di questa storia, che c’e grazie a te. Spero che ti piaccia!

Epilogue II: The Pirate Princess

Penelope.

Penelope was his undoing. Killian had always thought that Emma was his weakness, only to learn that Liam and Henry’s combined manipulation skills that could best even a three hundred year old pirate like himself.

But Penelope, she was something else.

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