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sanzaibian · 6 months ago

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Okay, I’ll admit it. I’m still in love. And it made me do some crazy stuff.

Let me talk to you about my first love. Unrequited, of course, but still, first love.

His name was Liam. Skinny, tall, handsome, you know how late middle-school crushes look like. He was sociable, unlike me, but we still did have the kind of deep discussions that I like having, about niche interests, walking back and forth the schoolyard. I was obsessed with him, letting my imagination run wild with scenarios involving him, ranging from seeing him out of school (shock horror ! … it was actually a big deal for me...) to being somehow abducted inside his body and living life as him, with him at the helm and me helping him in daily activities. I also imagined fantastic stories about him being a herald of a magical organization of which I was also part or to which he initiated me. I even wrote them, and hold dear to my heart those worlds I made involving me and Liam.

I even planned on marrying his sister just to be close to him, because I could of course not be in a relationship with him.

Oh, sorry, did I not mention that I was denying I was anything but straight at the time ? Sorry for the misunderstanding. But yes, the whole time I interacted with my first love, I thought he was just a very important friend. How shocking it was to find out just a few years later that I was indeed in love with him.

Sigh.

The problem is that it didn’t stop there, when life drew us to continue school in separate places. After that time, and even now, I see him in anyone looking anything like him. For example, take this guy :

It’s not him.

He’s older, and if I look more closely, I find more and more differences.

However, I look at him, and can only see Liam.

It drove me crazy. Those look-alikes didn’t all look alike, some being buff, some having some stubble, some even being quite short, but all sharing the same short hairstyle, and that unmistakable face.

I just… couldn’t move on, move on from a crush on a straight guy on which I never made any move. I tried finding other people to have crushes on, to fall in love with, perhaps even date, yet I failed at every step. Failed in seeing attractive men as anything more than just that, attractive, failed in meeting men with which to create meaningful relationship, failed in finding any place in the LGBT community.

And punctuating all of that, a slow but steady stream of Liam look-alikes were met in the street.

So don’t blame me if I finished by believing in my own fantasies, that we were in a magical world, with him seeking me to be a part of it, whence all of his appearances in the street. Plus, growing more and more isolated, who was there to bring me back to reality ? Certainly not the internet, as I sought out more and more obscure websites in the quest to understand what was happening to me.

It lead me first of all to psychological knowledge, most of which I have forgotten since then, then to occult, to erotica in a strange turn of events, and then, finally, to that one website that seemed to be the key to all my questions. It was on a weird Weibo post, that kind that leaves links to websites with passwords to open pirated content, that I first encountered. Thankfully, all of my yearning gave me enough frustration to study Chinese enough to read it with a dictionary on the side, so I was able to understand what that post was about.

At first I was skeptical. It was sketchy, plus what it promised was ludicrous… a simple app that would be able to answer any question with 100% accuracy, plus it claimed to use no AI. It also promised to get some “real experience of the answer”, whatever that may mean – assuming my translation of “实际的答案经历” is even correct.

However, at that point, I was desperate to get anything conclusive from this endeavor.

So I entered my question inside the machine, in the best of my poor Chinese, and asked “為什麼我遇到很多像Liam的人？” (Why do I meet a lot of people like Liam ?). Looking back, I should have written my question using simplified characters instead of traditional characters, it might have confused the app…

When I entered the question, it simply answered “谢谢您的问题！请等一下答案经验准备好了！” (Thank you for your question ! Please wait a bit for the experience of the answer to be prepared !). I felt like I was cheated on, even though I didn’t really expect much. At least give me a paywall to be angry at, but no, it was an empty sentence, giving me no catharsis for the long search for any answer to all the Liams I saw. Of why he was still sticking in my mind, of why I couldn’t move on properly.

At that point, it was already late, so, with no catharsis, I decided that this was just not worth it. I uninstalled the app, looking back likely also a mistake, and decided to clock out for the night.

I didn’t sleep well that night, moving a lot, and never able to completely enter the realm of dreams. Instead of plunging in a seemingly instant coma, I was slowly and painfully experiencing all the hallucinations of slumber, tense and sweating.

The next day, when I woke up, nothing felt right.

The bed didn’t feel right, the room didn’t feel right, the weight didn’t feel right, the hair didn’t feel right… even the morning wood didn’t feel right. Yet… there was something undeniably familiar to everything. As if it’s inside the uncanny valley between being what is known to me and what isn’t. I stood up, the height also didn’t feel right… I walked a bit dizzily, and though I could blame my recent waking for that, the way my weight was distributed was too strange to dismiss it on this basis.

So, as any good protagonist in the erotica stories I read in my futile quest, I headed for the bathroom. The house layout wasn’t what I remembered, yet it still felt familiar and easy to navigate, so I found my way to it.

And although I already expected it, all the clues pointing to this very fact, I was still shocked when I saw my reflection.

Let me tell you, nothing, nothing can prepare you for the experience of looking at a stranger in the mirror. Not even dysphoria, I tell you.

Because it was so unsettling, seeing the one thing that is supposed to always be familiar, that is supposed to only change little by little, so slowly enough that the human brain cannot process it changing, be so radically different. To not look like oneself, to not have even the same shape, as I was suddenly buff.

And to look like Liam.

I was unable to do anything but stand, bewildered, in front of the mirror, for quite a long while, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. However, finally, I snapped out of my inaction. I automatically reached for the gel and spiked my hair up, even though I never even touched hair gel in my entire life, before going back to my bedroom to find my computer.

All I found was a laptop, but it sufficed. I go little by little to find back the trace of that Weibo post – installing a Chinese keyboard at the same time – but find little luck. Although I did find some familiar-looking webpages and links, I had a hard time finding anything…

Then, suddenly, it was 10AM, and I remembered that I was supposed to go to the gym. And that I didn’t even take the time to prepare my protein shake… God, I was so taken by my sudden transformation that I didn’t even think about the essential !

It took me until I was greeted by the gym receptionist as “Liam” to notice that I wasn’t actually supposed to work out, only the body I was in was.

It shook me, but not enough to forget to answer the receptionist as I always do. I put away my things in the locker room, and made my way to the machines, performing a well-oiled routine, going from one machine to the other automatically. It was good that everything came to me this naturally, as otherwise I would have found myself silly, standing in front of the machines wondering how they worked.

As I was working out, I was thinking on this whole… experience. Quite clearly, I am not who I used to be, nor where I used to be, yet I was acting perfectly reasonably inside the role of the one who is called Liam – that is not, to my disappointment, the Liam I knew. I only look like him. It seems that, somehow, the Liam I inhabit and I merged, letting me insert myself in the life of that Liam seamlessly, yet still keeping my shock, my interests and my wishes intact. As if I was living the life of the one I had taken the body of, only really acting like myself when the Liam I now am has no obligations.

Coming back “home”, I continued my search, and found the original app that triggered this whole thing. Yet, I couldn’t find a way to reverse what it had done, not within the app, nor inside the documentation, plus the app wouldn’t grand any other answer but “谢谢您使用我们应用，请跟朋友转转！” (Thanks for using our app, please share a bit with friends !).

So I guess I now have to live inside this alien body that is in all manners similar to my first love, even in name. I mean, there are worse fates, especially as this Liam thankfully also seems to be into men, yet I cannot help but feel unhappy about this arrangement. Although I now partly am the Liam I inhabit, I can’t help but feel like I have robbed him of his life, forcing him to sit at the back of my mind, experiencing his life in the third person. Plus, I can’t possibly get used to not being me, and especially not to looking just like the Liam of my memories.

Which lead me to my realization that motivated me to write about this.

The reason why I still find Liam everywhere in the streets (even now, inside the body of one of his look-alikes) isn’t that he has facial features rare enough to be noticeable, yet common enough to be shared by a big number of people. No, it’s the fact that I’m still thinking of him, which makes my brain look for people who look like him, whence seeing the resemblances with the Liam I knew rather than all the differences. And why do I still think of him ? The answer seems to be that I still haven’t moved on, that I’m still in love with my first love.

However, now that his face is the one that is reflected in the mirror...

Am I ever going to be able to move on and find love ?

#male tf #male transformation #gay tf #nerd to jock #jock tf #body swap #mental change #transformation #tf story

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deadgirlsnoring · 1 year ago

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IM CRAZIER — JOE GOLDBERG

Summary; He’s crazy, but you can be crazier.

Contents; Begging, slightly sub!joe, slight dacryphilia, pain kink, p in v, unprotected sex, edging, black fem reader, possessive reader, reader has female anatomy, reader has glasses in this, but you can pretend she doesn’t if you don’t have them.

It was your big pouty lips that drew him in, the way you looked while being lost in a book. You were everything he wanted in a women, he had to have you, it could only be you.

The way you smelled, mm. You smelt like vanilla, subtle though, he hated the strong scent. He loved when you changed your hairstyles, felt like he was meeting a different part of you every time.

The blonde, the brown, but he really liked when you went outside basic colors. Joe hoped to see you in blue maybe, it was his favourite color.

Well that’s what he told you.

You didn’t know whether it was true or not, he always just wanted to please you and lying about his preferred color was something he would certainly do.

Joe wondered what you were like outside of the library, and it was hard to find you. You were always home, he liked that.

Stalking you wasn’t enough, he had to see you outside his place of work, you were all he ever wanted.

Your black glasses framed your face perfectly, it blended well with your perfect skin tone.

The first interaction you guys had was when you took out a scientific book; what keeps scientists up at night.

He knew you were smart, the way your smile grew brighter when he complimented your book. Joe knew nothing about it, but he could pretend he did.

You seemed to liked him. He had a nerdy vibe, pathetic almost. Drove you in, and he knew right then and there he was yours.

You couldn’t help but stay around his workplace later than you needed to, growing jealous when he talked to another woman. You didn’t know he was already taken; by you of course.

It got worse as the weeks went by, when you saw a girl write her number down and slide it onto the table he was sitting at you just happened to pop up, crumbling it before he even caught a glance.

He didn’t know what you would do for him, he was yours. You didn’t care whether he thought so or not, he was going to eventually.

When you guys bumped into each other outside where you usually did, it wasn’t on purpose on your end, neither was it on his.

“H-Hey! Y/n right? It’s me, Joe.” He gave you a cheeky smile, how cute, “Mhm, you work at the library.”

Joe fell in love with the way you responded so carelessly, but he knew while you said so few words they were laced with the love you had for him.

He was convinced you were obsessed with him, oh how he was right.

While itching the back of his head his eyes fell towards your chest. You wore it just for him, but he didn’t know that.

You were perfect to him, no flaws in sight.

“I was wondering, you wanna get some coffee? I know a great place.” Your eyes darkened at his slight plea for your heart, “Of course, tomorrow at 3?”

It’s like he couldn’t breathe, time had stopped and you were the only thing he could see.

“I’ll come get yo—why don’t we just meet at the library?” Your smile softened, you didn’t even realize the mess he thought he got himself into.

You made him so hot and bothered, he couldn’t help but hump his pillow imagining it was you. Tears springing in his eyes as he wouldn’t let himself cum, needing your permission somehow.

Joe hadn’t came in weeks, he didn’t wanna disappoint you. You saw it all through his window, how stupid he was to keep his blinds open.

Like he wanted you to see how much of a mess you made him. You saw, and you knew.

Made your panties get slick with your wetness, he didn’t know what he was getting himself into testing you.

You just wanted to caress his skin, scratch him, bite him. Show him just how he made you feel.

The two of you hit it off at the cafe, it was bound to happen. Both of you had researched everything about each other, knowing all of the opposites interests.

It was only right that you guys ended up together, it was either that or you’d be together in death.

2 weeks had past since you guys made it official, you made him wait. Everybody had said he plotted on you, not knowing how long you had been watching him since you even went into the library.

It was all apart of your plan. Joe was coming over, all you ever wanted to do was make him beg, make him tell you that you were the only one.

Even though you knew that already, if there was somebody else you would know.

A knock on the door made you smile, you were already dressed the part.

Pretty black heels, along with your favourite black and pink matching set. He loved your ass and tits, every single part of you made him feel like blowing up.

Joe kissed you on the lips, not even realizing what you had on. He was just too obsessed with your pretty little face. Til he realized you weren’t always this tall, he looked down, immediately feeling warmth spring up to his cheeks.

“You like it sweetie? Just for you.” Grabbing his hand you walked him through your apartment. He already knew what it looked like the second day he met you.

“Just for me huh?” His voice came out in on breath, like he was suffocating. Joe hadn’t came for months, the only thing you would do with him was kiss.

He didn’t mind, anything with you was something big for him.

“Sit down baby, but first. Undress will you?” You watched as his eyes lit up, a small smile creeping onto his face. Those pretty big eyes, looking straight at you while he stripped.

Joe didn’t know what you really wanted, so he just took off his pants and shirt, left in his boxers. You already knew what he looked like, the size and the shape.

“All of it Joe, don’t be dumb now.” He cherished how you talked to him, like he was just an ordinary dude.

But he knew, he knew he was everything to you.

“M’sorry.” Joe mumbled, his hard on slapping against his stomach. All you did was watch him, leaning against your dresser.

Slowly stepping out of the heels he bought you, your pretty baby pink toes made their appearance.

He was already oozing pre cum, you knew your baby was soo close. “You better not cum, Joesph. Sit on the bed.”

A whine fell loose, but he obeyed. Doing exactly what you asked. Slowly crawling up towards him, you were perked up between in legs, massaging the inside of his thighs.

Made him whimper, his pink bottom lip just begging to be bit down on.

“Fuck please, please touch me Y/n.” Tilting your head to the side, you frowned, “Is this not enough for you? Am I not doing enough?”

Before he could even form a reply you slapped him, the harsh touch making his eyes water and his cock twitch.

You couldn’t help but giggle, softly rubbing the spot in circles.

“You’re a bad boy, oh but you liked that didn’t you? Hm Joe? Tell me.”

He let out a choked moan, his eyes low and dark. The man nodded before he could even let words out.

“I love it, you know I do,” He moved his hair out of his face, just to see you more clearly, “Do it again? Fuck please mama.”

You caressed his thighs, before your sharp short french tips ruined his pretty pale skin.

“Mmf-fuck, hurts.” You laughed softly, “Oh baby I know, you want me to stop?” You didn’t even finish your sentence before he begged you not to.

Harshly gripping the base of his cock, his head hitting the back of your headboard when your cold hand made contact with him.

“Please, o-oh fuck please, please.” He didn’t know what he was begging for. Release? More pain? Joe didn’t know.

You were going so fast, his body couldn’t control itself.

The tears were welling up, but when you kitten licked his tip the man’s brain got fuzzy, his vision fogging up.

He hadn’t even realized you unclipped your bra, letting his cum coat your pretty big tits. “Baby? You did so good, but look.” He blinked for a few seconds, regaining his eyesight.

Joesph still was shooting out his semen, it was so much. Always been an overachiever.

You just looked so pretty with his cum all over your chest, his breathing got heavier. He could feel himself getting hard again when you took your thumb and wiped his semen off the side of your lip, sucking on it while maintaining eye contact.

“Shit. Thank you, mm thank you,” You motioned to your boobs, “but you made a mess on me, you know what you do with messes.”

Smirking slightly, you shuffled just in front of his face, smiling when he cupped your waist. Joe licked up all of his cum off your chest, sucking and kissing on each of your nipples in the process.

You giggled, it tickled almost. You grabbed ahold of his tip again, pressing your big lips against his.

They swallowed his, just how he liked it. The man was panting in your mouth, trying to catch up but the pain he was feeling was taking over.

You bit his bottom lip hard just when the pain turned into pleasure. His tears dripped onto your skin, he was always the most sensitive.

“Mhm, I’m gonna, please? Please let me.” You let go, a loud groan erupting from his lips. Then you did it again, bringing him on the brink of release.

“I wanna cum,” He sobbed, his hand reaching for your free one, gripping it so tightly. Shaking your head softly, you stopped, peppering him with small kisses.

You didn’t wanna make it deep, because you knew how he’d react.

Laying wet kisses on his stomach you made your way down, biting harshly above his pelvis. He took a deep breath, whimpering loudly. Joe didn’t know what to do with his hands so he gripped onto your bedsheet.

“Hurts so much.” Furrowing your brows you pulled away, a grin planted on your face and the mark you left.

“You want me to stop Joseph? I can leave you like this if you want.” He shook his head, pouting.

“Don’t leave me, no. You can’t. I c-can take it, you know I can. Keep going Y/n, don’t stop.” You couldn’t leave him, not when he was like this, not ever.

He felt so warm, his blood was boiling at your every touch.

“Tell me more, you got me so wet Joe.” Joseph moaned, your words. The way they fell off your sweet tongue.

When you kissed the sweet spot on his neck, a shaky breath left his lips. “I love what you do to me, make me feel so good. Don’t ever want you to stop, oh fuck. Rig.. Right there, p-please keep going.”

Your hand had made its way to his tip, squeezing gently while moving your hand in an up and down motion.

His body was twitching, every touch making him feel like fainting. You stopped, getting yourself situated above his leaking head.

“Mhm, so good Joe.” You pulled your panties aside, lowering yourself down you let out a breath. You bottomed out, pushing up your glasses a little.

Gripping his chin, you pressed a quick kiss on his bottom lip, the same place you so harshly bit.

Every move hit her spot so perfectly, he was molded just for you. “I’m yours.” He whispered, his voice coming out raspy and broken.

“Hm, what was that bunny?” His ears perked up at the pet name, smiling a toothy grin.

“I’m yours Y/n, a-all yours.” You loved that, so when you cupped his throat he didn’t protest, just watching you with pure lust in his eyes.

“This dicks mine?” He nodded as well as he could, a broken moan coming out, “Say it.” You huffed, moving faster, not slowing down when he tried to steady your hips.

“It’s yours, f-fuck I promise. Shit, shit. Don’t stop, fuck please don’t stop.”

You fell undone on his lap, your head falling into his neck. His orgasm was ruined once again, and he whined, a tear falling down.

You quietly snickered, you knew what he wanted, he was so desperate. When you started to move again the man’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“Can I cum? Please?”

“You better, don’t want me to get off do you? Cause bunny I will, I’m feeling a little tired after all.”

You clenched around him, a choked moan escaped and you pressed your lips to his. “Hah, fuck. Hurts so good.”

Continuing your movements you felt him twitch inside you, he edged himself for so long it was crazy how much he could stop himself from cumming unless you told him to.

“Come onn, make me happy.” You moved up, clenching around his tip before slamming yourself back down.

You sighed deeply when you felt him coat your warm walls. He was so cute like this, so pussy drunk.

Riding him through his orgasm you caressed his skin softly, kissing him everywhere.

Joesph literally felt like he was floating, he couldn’t breathe. When he thought you were gone, your smell was back and he knew he wasn’t alone.

xo, liah

#sub!joe #black!fem!reader #dom reader #dom!reader #sub character #black fem reader #black reader #black!reader #blackfem!reader #pain kink #sub!joe golberg #sub joe golberg #dacryphilia #joe goldberg

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allsadnshit · 4 months ago

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I feel so much less controlling and critical of my hair since moving....

I've always had fine hair like my dads side of the family and always hated it and wished it was lush and thick and I am so anal about styling it and making sure there's no weird breaks or spots that make it look thin or bad and it drove me crazy most of my life so I kept it shaved, and then when I grew it out the last few years I would stress so much when trying to put it into hairstyles while also refusing to use products that would help style it but ultimately damage it

And since being in this little upstate hippie town I feel so much more chill about letting it be imperfect and messy and not worrying about the natural texture and thickness. It's healthy, so I'm happy.

Little things like that are changing for me and I can really feel it

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ariieeesworld · 8 months ago

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Late Night and Date Night —— M.S.

—matt and his girlfriend has a hard time sleeping, so they’ve decided to have an impromptu date to the park.

—matt x poc!reader

—warnings: nothing, just cuteness, use of pet names (baby, love)

—lowercase intended

—a/n: first time writing in a WHILE, kinda long sorry😭

“ugh” you hear matt groan as he turns for the umpteenth time tonight. you laid there and watched, “can’t sleep either?” he nods as he lays there defeated, eyes closed still trying to get some type of sleep. “how long have you been up?” he asks while rubbing his eyes, one opens to look at you. “hmm, only been up for an hour,” you reply “wanna go for a walk? i’m pretty sure that helps.” you chuckled as you gotten up off of the bed looking around for one of your boyfriend’s hoodies.

he hums in agreement, also getting up to put on his shirt he threw off earlier. as you were putting on his gray fresh love hoodie, you decided to take off your bonnet so your freshly done braids could breathe. you put it on your white vanity in your room and then you put your braids into a half up, half down hairstyle, so they wouldn’t be in your face. “so pretty baby,” matt compliments, “can’t believe you’re all mine.” he smiles softly as he looks at you through the mirror.

“thank you,” you say shyly, when your eye caught the camera on your dresser that you bought recently. “i’m bringing the camera!” you say excitedly, as you basically ran to pick it up to see if it were charged. matt follows you to the dresser, looking for said camera. as he looks down, he sees a handheld, small, gray camera with a viewfinder and a velco strap to hold it with one hand. “are you ready?” he asks, rubbing her back and kissing her forehead, as you turn it on and point it to his face. “aww, look at my handsome baby, yes i’m ready,” you say as you watch him blush while he softly grabs your hand and grabs his keys.

there was a comfortable silence in the car as he drove to a nearby park, you would record every once in a while, so you could save some of the battery. every time you went to go record, he’d steal a little glance at you, or every red light, he doesn’t know why, but every time he’s with you he feels like you’re his high school crush even though you guys have been together for almost three years.

he gets all giddy and blushes like crazy when you compliment him, or look at him, or have any kind of interaction with you at this point. as you get closer to the park, matt asks, “are you hungry? we can find someplace that’s open.” he suggests, looking at you quickly before going back to the road, “taco bell?” you replied, admiring his facial structure, from his eyes to his jaw. thanking the heavens or the universe for giving you someone who really cares about you, he nods at your suggestion and started driving to the closest establishment.

“thanks love,” you say as you grab the bag of food, sitting it in your lap as he drives back towards the park. “mhmm, you look so beautiful in the moonlight,” he brings his non-driving hand to your lap, rubbing gently, as he turns in the parking lot, turning off the car and getting out to open your door, helping you out of the car. “after you,” he says he does a silly pose, as you laugh at his behavior, he grabs the food and holds his arm for you to interlock yours with his.

your laughter dies down as you close the door and start walking to find a spot to sit and eat. you guys walk for a few more minutes before finding concrete steps to sit on. you bring the camera to your eye and press record, “are you recording me without permission?” he says in his baby voice, making funny a “angry” face and waving his finger in front of the lens, you giggle. “please don’t call my manager!” you joke in the same baby voice acting surprised.

you always looked forward to moments like these, seeing him laugh at the most silliest things and you laughing along like it was the most funniest thing in the world. he holds his stomach, “oh god,” he says in between laughs, “the food is gonna get cold.” he states as he opens the bag and wiping the tears that fell from laughing so hard, he takes the camera from your hands and points it at you. “my precious.” he says, also in his baby voice, as he hands you your food. he stops the camera and you guys started eating, and you both yawned at the same time. “sleepy twime.” you say as you lean on matt.

#matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x poc!reader #matt sturniolo x reader

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the-guilty-writer · 2 years ago

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Damaged

Agent Rossi-Reid

Anthology Masterlist

David Rossi x daughter!reader, Criminal minds x BAU!reader

Summary: After twenty years, Rossi-Reid learns why her father stopped putting up the Christmas Tree.

A/N: This is basically a rewrite of S3E14 “Damaged”. I wanted to include it since it’s such an important part of Rossi’s arc and other significant events (even if only snippets are shown) happen during this episode.

CW: So many Rossi-Reid feelings, Hotch getting a divorce, regular crminal minds violence, talks about santa not being real

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“Spencer!” you called. “You’re going to be late!” You packed a snack in a small tupperware container and stuck it in his satchel.

He walked out of the bedroom, tucking in his shirt and striding forward at the same time. You looked over at him and made a face. “What?” he asked. “Is it my hair? I was thinking it looked a little long this morning-”

“It’s not your hair, Spence.” You smiled. “Your hair is wonderful as always. It’s just, you and Hotch are going to do that interview tomorrow at the prison.”

Spencer grabbed his satchel and put the strap over his shoulder. “When you say it like that it sounds like we’re competing to see who gets to be the last inmate at a luxury detention facility. They’d pick me off my hairstyle alone.”

You couldn’t help but giggle just a bit. Spencer had recently acquired a rather new-found confidence and you loved it. “You’re wearing a tie,” you said.

“I wear ties all the time,” he retorted.

“Yes, but you’re going to be in a room with a killer and I’d rather not get a call that you were strangled,” you admitted.

Spencer knew that even though your tone was joking, you were actually rather serious. Behind your humorous exterior you harbored fear. As you turned from unlocking the apartment door to walk him out, he took you by the waist and pulled you into a kiss.

The older the two of your got and the longer you were married the more your kisses had evolved, and the more you understood what each type of kiss ment: there were the soft ones that lingered before you went to sleep or before the two of you parted which was a simple and strong “I love you”. There were the feather-light ones used for teasing and deep, all consuming ones for passion. There were ones on foreheads and knuckles for comfort and rare pecks on cheeks in public just to show you were marito and moglie- staking your claim on one another for the world to see. But recently you and Spencer had developed a new type of kiss- one that was deep and full, that caused a feeling to spread through your whole body as if you were being engulfed in Spencer while the rest of the world just faded away. It was different than a kiss of devouring lust or everlasting love- it was a kiss that knitted the fabric of your souls together for a few sweet seconds of eternity.

This new kiss was by far your favorite, and it seemed to be Spencer’s too.

“You’re going to be late,” you whispered.

Spencer purposefully tilted his head so his nose touched yours ever so slightly. The intimacy of delicate touches drove you crazy and he knew it.

“I should probably get going then,” he murmured.

“You probably should.”

You had to be the one to pull away, taking Spencer’s hand from your hip to intertwine it with your own. The two of you would hold hands until you exited the apartment building, and then you’d have to let go and wave goodbye to him as he climbed into the passenger seat of the SUV with Hotch.

Delicacy would have to wait.

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You weren’t used to sleeping alone. With Spencer’s absence you found yourself seeking companionship and headed to work particularly early only to find yourself in an empty bullpen for the majority of the morning.

Growing up, your house had always been rather empty and lonely, and something about your Italian heritage made you long to go back to your grandparents' home country to live in a family house full of aunts and uncles and cousins. You wished for a house that was loud and never stopped moving. You wished for a family that never left you alone. Then you got old enough that your dad could bring you to the BAU after school and on weekends that he had to work. Suddenly you had everything you wished for- aunts that baked you cookies and scolded you for running in the halls, uncles that paid you a quarter to bring their reports to other departments so they didn’t have to, and eventually a brother; the young agent Hotchner who was trying to get on your dad’s good side. The BAU was the only true home had ever known, and you couldn’t stand to feel like your home was empty.

That’s how you ended up in JJ’s office that morning, sitting in the corner chair working on files while she went through her own manila folders. At some point, Garcia burst into the office and began to pace, but you didn’t really pay attention to what she was saying until you heard your own name.

“-Rossi showed up at my door in the middle of the night while I was enjoying a post-coital shower with fellow FBI technical analyst Kevin Lynch?”

You and JJ both looked up at Garcia, and then at one another.

“Sit,” JJ said to Garcia. You put your work on the chair and went to perch on the corner of JJ’s desk. You weren’t sure what was more intriguing about the whole thing- the fact that Garcia was in the shower with some guy, or that your dad had shown up at her apartment in the middle of the night.

No, you were definitely more interested in the guy.

“I need your help.” Garcia looked between the two of you.

“With what?” JJ asked.

“Agent Rossi,” Garcia said, concerned. “We're not supposed to date fellow bureau employees.”

“From what I hear, Rossi is the reason most of these fraternization rules even exist, okay?” JJ said.

“Oh, he is,” you confirmed with a smirk. “And it’s not like they even enforce those rules… I mean, Spencer and I got married and both of us still work here.”

“He's not gonna tell anyone,” JJ tried to ease Garcia’s nerves. “Just relax.”

“What was my dad doing at your apartment?” you inquired as casually as possible, hoping Garcia would spill.

“That's a good-” Garcia stopped herself. “I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”

Now you were even more curious.

“Why?” JJ drew out the word.

“I didn’t press the issue,” Garcia answered.

You tuned out JJ and Garcia’s voices, thinking about what your dad could possibly be hiding when another familiar name caught your attention.

“Mrs. Hotchner,” JJ answered the phone.

Your heart sank in your chest- Haley had been a big part of your life for a long time. Her and Hotch were newlyweds when you met them- all young and googly eyed and disgustingly in love. Back then, the BAU had also been quite the boys club, and Haley had taken you under her wing. You finally had someone that could teach you about clothes and make-up and boys. She was the first real consistent female figure in your life.

But despite your efforts to contact her, she hadn’t gotten back to you since she served Hotch with divorce papers.

“Well, that- that would make sense because he's in a prison right now, so sometimes cell service can be…” JJ trailed off and you tried not to overhear the angry words on the other end of the phone. “Oh, yeah- well if-yeah, if I can get ahold of him I'll… okay.” JJ hung up the phone. “That is one seriously pissed-off lady.”

You didn’t want to imagine Haley angry- she’d always been such a caring and understanding person, and selfishly, that’s how you wanted to keep seeing her. Once again, you tuned out the conversation and went back to your paperwork, but now your mind was flooded with questions and anxieties. You doubted you’d get any paperwork done now.

JJ got on the phone and Garcia left the office. You looked down at the files and wished that Spencer was there. It wouldn’t have taken much for him to make you feel better- just a small brush of hands or shoulders, maybe a few badly spoken Italian words- but he wasn’t there. As soon as JJ hung up the phone she looked over to you. “Are you okay?”

“Am I really that easy to read?” you asked.

JJ sighed. “No, but Hotch is getting divorced and I know you were close to Haley. You’re Jack’s godmother. On top of that your dad apparently has some massive secret that he’s been recruiting Garcia to help him with. I’d be feeling a little sad right now if I were you.”

You shrugged. “I’m not all that worried about my dad to be honest,” you admitted. “And I guess if Haley only had me in her life because of Hotch... then she was never really my friend in the first place.”

JJ didn’t have time to respond because Prentiss opened the door without knocking. Her eyes expressed concern and she spoke quickly. “You guys should come see this.”

“You go,” you told JJ. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

Emily and JJ left you alone in her office. You picked up your phone and scrolled through your contacts, looking for Haley’s number. You weren’t sure what you were going to do. You weren’t going to call her- she never picked up anymore. Every text you’d sent had gotten no reply. There wasn’t anyone there to tell you what to do… except for you.

Your dad would have scolded you for being too involved, Spencer would have just taken your phone and held it above his head so you couldn’t reach, and Hotch… Well, for the first time in a long time you didn’t know what Hotch would do. So you typed the message out and pressed send before putting your phone in your pocket and pushing the thought to the back of your mind.

You walked to the bullpen to find Emily and JJ, but the two of them and Morgan were leaning over the railing outside your dad’s office, talking to Garcia.

“The guy is a fussy, anal-retentive neat freak who-” Emily stopped herself when you approached.

There was a pause and all of them looked at you. It was the same way agents used to look at you when you were a teenager and walked in on them conversing about a brutal case- you had heard something that you weren’t supposed to hear.

“Let me guess,” you started. “We’re talking about my dad?”

You peered behind Emily to see what all the fuss was about, and indeed it was something to fuss over. Your father’s files were scattered all over his office- the desk, the table, and the floor were littered with papers that would take hours to organize properly. Never in your life had you seen your father’s space look so messy.

“Oh, Papa.” Your jaw fell slack in shock and you rushed up to your dad’s office to get a closer look. Nothing was broken- his favorite mug was empty on his desk, the lamp stood tall, and the glass of the picture of the two of you was still intact- but your father’s filing system was like an extension of his brain and at the moment it was destroyed. “Fuori come un balcone…” You muttered as you looked around at the disarray in front of you.

“Say what?” Morgan asked.

“She says he’s gone crazy,” Emily interpreted.

You looked back at Garcia. You loved Penelope, you truly did, but if she didn’t tell you where your father was, you thought you might become the next unsub the team had to hunt down. “Where did my father go?” you asked, your tone serious. Almost dangerous.

Garcia turned serious as well. “He’s in Indianapolis on a 20 year-old double homicide. He said it’s time someone pays for it, and he was upset.”

You shook your head in slight disbelief- you must have been around seven or eight when it happened, but you had no distinct memory of your father coming home upset over a case at that age. When you were that little he tried to keep you as far away from the bad part of his work as possible, but surely you would have remembered something that disturbed him this badly.

The rest of the team’s chatter was background noise until Morgan tapped you on the shoulder. You turned to look at the team member who was probably least impressed by your father, but a team was a team to Morgan and that’s all that really mattered.

“Rossi-Reid,” he said. “Let’s go.”

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It felt like the start to a bad joke… You, JJ, Morgan, and Prentiss walking into a bar. But seeing your dad look so defeated made you want to do anything but laugh. You’d grown up thinking he was invincible, and even though you knew better now it still hurt something inside you to know that he wasn’t. You couldn’t even bring yourself to speak as the rest of the group convinced your dad to let them help.

Rossi finally turned away from the bar. He looked at everyone, but his gaze lingered on you just a bit longer than the others. “Why do you care?” he asked.

You wanted to speak, but you couldn’t bring yourself to open your mouth.

“Because you do,” Emily said.

Without another word, Rossi grabbed his drink and walked over to a section of the bar that looked more like a lounge. All of you sat down and your dad began to talk. The case wasn’t even supposed to involve the BAU- your dad just happened to be in the car with the detective when he got the call. They were first on the scene of a brutal murder, leaving three kids as orphans, and there wasn’t anything to lead them to a suspect. The murder weapon, an ax, had been wiped clean.

“It turns out it belonged to the family,” your dad said. “The oldest daughter, Connie, told me her father bought it on Christmas eve a few months earlier to cut down the Christmas tree.” He sighed heavily and suddenly things started to make sense. “Now I always associate the whole thing with Christmas… Never been able to put up a tree myself again.”

You gazed down at the floor, unable to look at your dad. You recalled the first year the two of you didn’t go to pick out a tree; how you’d found the ornaments in the trash and suddenly your dad began giving you gifts on New Year Eve instead of Christmas day. You always assumed that he thought you’d outgrown the holiday- you knew that Santa wasn’t real and reindeer couldn’t fly. Snowmen didn’t come to life if you gave them a magic hat and the north pole was just a place full of snow instead of candy forests and elves that built toys.

You’d attributed his sadness on Christmas day to the fact that you were getting older, but the whole time it was because he was mourning parents that would never get to see their children grow up and children who would have to grow up without their parents to take care of them.

“When we arrived on the scene, before any of the other units got there, I could hear them before I even got out of the car.” The look in your dad’s eyes was distant, as if he was still at the scene from long ago.

“It was a warm morning and the windows were open in the upstairs bedroom… And their voices floated out into the street. They were crying and calling for their mommy and daddy.” You’d never heard your father so close to tears. “Three terrified children, screaming for their murdered parents. I've seen so much death and pain, but that sound… It's been twenty years and I can still hear them screaming every night, crying.”

You’d known your dad had nightmares occasionally- it came with the job- but it had been so long since you lived under his roof, you’d wondered if they had gotten worse as time went on. You wondered if, just like an unsub could be triggered by an anniversary, a profiler could too.

“If I can't tell them for sure that whoever’s responsible will never do it again, that screaming might never stop.”

Your dad finished off his drink and you, JJ, Morgan, and Prentiss looked around at one another. You’d been quiet for a while now, letting the rest of them do the talking while you sat with your memories and feelings, but now that you had processed everything you were ready to get to work.

“Well,” you said, looking at your dad. It was a good thing you’d gotten his stubbornness. “Let’s find who’s responsible for it then.”

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It was easy enough for Garcia to find out where the children were living now, and before you knew it, Morgan was pulling up to the house and the team was getting out of the SUV, ready to face the case that had haunted David Rossi for two decades.

“Hi, Connie,” he greeted the oldest daughter. She couldn’t have been that much older than you. No wonder this case had hit him so hard. “I brought the team-”

“You need to stop this!” It was almost as if she was begging.

“Excuse me?”

“We thought that if we didn’t call you back the last couple of times you would just give up and leave us alone,” she said, her voice unsettled.

“Well, I know that it hurts, but I’m only trying to make sure someone pays for your parents’ deaths.” After nearly six months at the BAU, you’d never heard Rossi be so gentle with someone. The last time he used that tone was when he talked to you after Gideon left.

“We don’t care anymore!” Connie stressed. “It’s been twenty years. We need to be able to move past it, please!”

Your dad had always been a pusher, so when he responded with “I won’t bother you kids again,” and turned to get back into the car it surprised you a little. Part of you wanted to push for him.

“And you’ll stop it with the gifts too?!” That made all of you pause and turn back towards the family.

“Gifts?” The wheels in your dad’s head were beginning to turn.

“What are we supposed to do with a bunch of toys that remind us of the worst day of our lives?”

Rossi paused, his stare pointed at the girl with the intensity of the agent you knew he was. “I never sent you any gifts.”

Within ten minutes the three kids, who were now all adults, compiled the toys they had been mysteriously given over the years. You put on a set of rubber gloves and began to inspect them. You automatically knew your dad would never send toys like these to anyone- the material was falling apart in your hands, the stitching easily ripped, and they smelled like chemicals from a warehouse. One of them even left colorful dye on your gloves. Rossi was a best selling author, but even before that he’d always had expensive taste. Your own favorite childhood toy was an FAO Schwarz Teddy Bear that was older than this case and was still in decent condition- considering how much the stuffed animal had been through.

“See, an unsub like this, when they seek out children, they want to play with them,” Morgan explained. “They don’t really want to hurt them, but it’s their size- it frightens people.”

You stood up and stripped off your gloves. Done inspecting the evidence, you looked over at your dad. “This could be that piece you were looking for.”

Soon enough Garcia had gone through crime records and the team was on the move, searching the grounds of a carnival. Rossi and Prentiss paired up while you, JJ, and Morgan inspected the grounds.

“I can’t believe people actually pay good money to play these fixed games,” Morgan said.

“Men,” JJ said blankly. You snorted.

“Excuse me?” said Morgan.

“It’s not people,” you clarified. “It’s men.”

“Is that a fact?” Morgan tried to seem unbothered, but you’d known him long enough to know he’d probably tried to impress several ladies by winning them prizes on impossible ring toss.

“Only a man would waste fifty dollars trying to win a three dollar stuffed animal,” JJ said.

Morgan huffed a little, but the three of you kept walking, looking for anyone who could possibly resemble the unsub you were looking for.

“Clown.” You spotted him, white make-up still half on his face and red smeared around his lips. Morgan and JJ looked in the direction you nodded in. The clown looked back at the three of you and promptly dropped his trash bag before walking off.

The three of you went to look for him, trying not to look too threatening or suspicious. It didn’t take long for Morgan to spot the man’s discarded broom near a covered platform. Drawing your side arm and preparing for the possibility of a fight, JJ pulled down the cover to reveal the unsub hiding like a small child. It took you and Morgan combined to get him out from under the platform and cuffed. JJ kept her side arm ready just in case while Rossi restrained the unsubs father and Emily aided you and Morgan.

You took a moment to look over at your dad, but he was looking at the unsub- the man who he had spent twenty years trying to find. You expected him to look relieved, at least a little bit, but more than anything Rossi looked disturbed, as if he truly couldn’t believe that someone who had done such a horrible thing had a right to exist on earth. He should have been nothing more than a speck of dirt on your Papa’s spotless shoes, but he was a monster in the shape of a man- the reason three children had screamed for their dead parents; the reason your father heard their screams every night. And when your dad looked at you, you knew that he was thinking about twenty years worth of Christmas’s lost- twenty years worth of childhood and twenty years worth of memories.

At least you could make up for them now.

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The jet was quiet- JJ filling out the paperwork to make the case official, Morgan with his headphones, and Prentiss with a book. Everyone except your dad was busy with something. He was just looking out the window, lost in thought.

You closed the file you were working on and moved to the other side of the jet, sitting across from him. He looked over at you, breaking his gaze away from the clouds.

“Mio passerotta,” he said, a smile in his voice. “You did a good job today.”

The compliment surprised you. Really you had done no more than the rest of the team, but the way your dad looked at you was different than he had before- like he was seeing you as more than a kid and more than an agent. He was seeing you as both.

“You know, I really wish you had told me,” you said. “Maybe not when I was little, but before you threw your files all over your office and we had to fly two hours to find out why.”

“Well,” he sighed. “Now you know.”

“And now you know why we work as a team,” you said.

He nodded once, slowly. “I guess I do,” he said. “But, mio passerotta, you and I have always been a team.”

“Does this mean you’ll start treating me like a team member?”

“It does,” he confirmed. “But you’ll still always be my daughter.”

You smiled. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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The mood was light walking back into the bullpen, and you felt yourself brighten even more when you saw that Spencer was back. Every ounce of you wanted to run up and embrace him. The past twenty four hours had been an emotional roller coaster and your body craved to be pressed against his. Spencer must have known, because when you walked over to his desk, he took your hand lightly and planted a soft kiss on your knuckles before answering Morgan’s question and directing Rossi to his office where Kevin was waiting for him.

“Just when I thought nothing scandalous was ever going to happen around here.” Emily smirked as your dad closed his office door to talk to Kevin in private.

“What?” Your husband looked confused. “What does that mean?” Then he looked up at you- an inter-BAU marriage was rather scandalous in theory, but you and Spencer were so tame in front of everyone that it really didn’t count.

“Didn’t you hear JJ?” Emily said.

“The song meant something? No- no I missed it,” Spencer began to ramble.

“It-it-” Emily sighed. “You know what, never mind.” She sat down at her desk.

“What?” Spencer looked towards Rossi’s office.

You touched his hand lightly, still leaning against his desk. “I’ll explain it when we get home, Spencer,” you told him. He nodded, but then went back to gaping at the closed door.

You looked up too- seeing that Hotch was in his office. Normally you would have gone to say hello and maybe tease him about having missed all the fun, but even from where you sat you could tell that he was far more distressed than normal. The papers he was holding weren’t just from a case. They were personal.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket and you pulled it out, expecting a text from Garcia, or maybe Morgan. But when you saw the name on the screen your stomach dropped. With shaking hands, you opened the message:

From Haley Hotchner:

I want you to be a part of Jack’s life. You’re an amazing person, (Y/N). I love you and Jack loves you. You’re right that he shouldn’t have to grow up like you did, with only one parent to rely on, but Aaron needs to figure that out himself.

“Mio amata?” Spencer said low enough so that Emily couldn’t hear. “Are you alright?”

You shoved your phone in your pocket. “Tesoro,” you whispered, holding back tears. “Portami a casa?”

Spencer grabbed your go-bag and his satchel, his eyes wide and sympathetic with understanding. “Let’s go home.”

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nyan-koii · 10 months ago

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The fact that seb didn’t think he could drive f1 cars cuz they were ‘too brutal at the time’ in 2005.. he knows he’s too tiny TwT and the fact that mark drove him to the airport after his first f1 test because his neck hurt too much.. did mark choke u or what seb

https://www.planetf1.com/news/sebastian-vettel-reveals-kind-mark-webber-helped-f1-test

HIII ANONNN

MARK DID WHAT TO WHO AND WHEN??? I didnt know about this before ! I thought their first meeting was that bmw winter party which is also in the same year

This situation is actually super adorable for a first time meeting scene. Bmw seb, as the tiniest and twinkiest f1 driver to ever made an appearance, approaches mark hunk webber and drives around the lap in his car! I wonder how did mark react to seeing that seb at that timee. 2005 seb had that princess diana hairstyle that will steal your heart away and i bet it stole mark's tooo

In any case, they were both alone together on their way to the airport oooooooo theyre soo doomed to be together from the start. The way this whole thing can be interpreted into many ways makes me go crazy. Seb the talkative boy would probably complain and talk about how amazing it is to be in a f1 car but the pain in his neck would stop him from time to time and the boy would groan in pain and mark had to push the break so hard because what the hell was that.

Also if this is the firs time they met, and the second time was that bmw party,, i wonder why marks so grumpy and that sebs so happy to be there

#sebmark #seb lore #mark webber did you know that the twink whomst using your car will be your teammate and the death of you in the future ?#the article really said twink seb it hurtsss #marks probably watching him from afar #also love how seb even admits that hes tiny thank you for bringing that up anon !#seb : im so tiny i want to be in f1 but im so small my neck hurts #seb : ueee.... what will i ever do whats going to happen will i make it to f1 ? i want to i need to but im in pain #mark : huh #anon tells

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Captive Part 4

Sihtric x OC

Authors note: it took me a while to write the ending as I constantly kept changing my mind 😉.

Warning: quite fluffy, suggestive with some light smut at the end. Nothing very serious.

Summary: Sihtric is sent to Heasten’s camp to spy and discovers the Danes have a captive – young Saxon girl he just can’t leave to her fate.

Word Count: 4,048

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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Elfflead couldn't help but steal glances at Sihtric who had placed himself by the fire and deliberately avoided looking in her direction. She was deeply disappointed, to say the least.

She was disheartened and anger surged within her. She had never felt anything comparable before. There at the fireplace sat a man that made her heart leap and her cheeks blush. She liked everything about him – the scar on his cheek, the crazy hairstyle with curly black hair falling over his right eye while the other side of his head was cleanly shaved, his strong and muscular arms, his broad chest. She had never seen a man more handsome than him, and she did not care that he was a Dane. Strength, confidence, and assertiveness radiated from him and when he had been looking at her before compassion, delight and respect mirrored in his eyes. He could have had her, she longed for him to claim her, to be her first lover and the first one to teach her the art of loving a man. Yet, he had refused. Elfflead was devastated and questioning herself about what she had done wrong, but she was so overwhelmingly tired, that her eyes started to slowly close against her will and eventually a deep sleep overtook her.

Sihtric kept his gaze fixed on the crackling fire. He was so angry at himself. What had possessed him to involve himself with this young, noble lady? She appeared so delicate, breathtakingly beautiful, and profoundly trusting. The way she looked at him with admiration drove him to madness; it was evident that she viewed him as her saviour and was desperate and reliant on him. He had freed her, and now it was his responsibility to bring her back home to her family, to her normal life. Once this was done, he knew she would be overwhelmed by shame for her vulnerability and would dread of what nearly happened this night. She would want to erase him from her memory as swiftly as possible, to never be reminded of his existence. There was no future for them, and if he were to exploit her vulnerability tonight, her destiny would be forever sealed with disgrace and dishonor. The best thing she could hope for would be confinement in a monastery, taking vows as a nun. No nobleman would ever consider marrying her. This was not something Sihtric was willing to accept. He would never want to impose such a fate on a woman he already knew he cared deeply about. He was determined to bring her home and disappear from her life, yet he was profoundly astonished by the physical pain this thought caused him—his stomach clenched, and a weird lump formed in his throat.

After a while he couldn’t resist anymore and casted a hidden glimpse at Elfflead. She had fallen asleep, her back resting against the cave wall. Rising to his feet, he approached her cautiously. Asleep and bathed in the flickering firelight, she seemed even more beautiful to him. He went down on his knee next to her, took her in his arms and laid her down carefully on one side of his cloak, caringly covering her with the remaining part of it. He lingered a moment and overwhelmed by his emotions, he leaned down and planted a soft kiss upon her forehead.

“You are safe. I promise, my love,” he whispered, before standing upright and returning to the fireplace.

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The wild run through the woods had left Elfflead utterly drained, her legs constantly giving way beneath her. The last tumble made her even unable to get up on her own, and tears welled up in her eyes as she couldn’t hold them back anymore. She wept in anger at her own lack of stamina and feeling of being nothing but a burden and hindrance. It was obvious that Sihtric could have reached Uhtred's camp long ago if it weren't for her. There was no sign of tiredness in his demeanour as if there were no limits to his strength and endurance. He hadn’t slept the night before or at least very little, as Elfflead remembered him sitting awake by the fire when sleep finally overcame her and he woke her with the first lights of the dawn, yet his movements were steady and purposeful as before, his pace didn’t slower, and his feet never stumbled.

“Please, just leave me,” she begged through tears. It was just the opposite of what she had wanted the previous night, when the mere thought of Sihtric abandoning her in the cave and embarking on his journey alone had terrified her. Without a single word Sihtric helped her to her feet, placing her arm around his neck and wrapping his around her waist. She leaned so heavily on him that it was almost as if he carried her, yet they continued.

As the flickering glow of Uhtred's campfires pierced through the dense forest, Elfflead could hardly believe that they had finally made it. The sentries recognised Sihtric instantly and guided them towards the central fireplace where Sihtric carefully lowered her onto a big tree trunk. The sudden feeling of relief overwhelmed Elfflead as she tried to gather the remnants of her strength. In the following moment, her balance faltered, and she would have fallen from the trunk had Sihtric not noticed it and seized her. His strong arms holding her was the last thing she remembered before everything went dark before her eyes.

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Elfflead woke up in a bed. She opened her eyes and studied her surroundings. The room seemed oddly familiar as she examined the wooden ceiling, the walls, window, and the furniture. Slowly, the realization struck her—she was home. She was lying in her own bed. She jumped out of it and rushed towards the window. The sight of the familiar inner yard of her father's estate left her in awe. Just as she stood there, the chamber door swung open, and a maid entered. Spotting Elfflead at the window, the maid gasped in astonishment and hurried towards her with a joyous cry: "Lady, praised be God! You are awake!"

Elfflead's father burst into the room just a moment later. He embraced her and kissed her gently on her forehead.

“My dear child! I was so afraid I had lost you!” he whispered with tears in his eyes. Elfflead had always known her father loved her, but this overwhelming display of emotions caught her off guard. She embraced him in return and buried her face in his broad chest. “Father,” she was sobbing, “I thought I would never… “. Her voice broke, and unable of speaking, she just wept in relief.

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When Elfflead was finally dressed and descended to the great hall, she saw Uhtred there pacing around like a captured wild animal.

“Please be patient for a moment, Lord Uhtred,” she heard her father’s voice. “God be praised, she is awake and appears unharmed. We will finally hear from her what happened.”

“You doubt my word, Lord? “Uhtred growled in anger.

“I do trust you, Lord Uhtred,” her father responded. “Yet I could not trust that Dane of yours who claimed to have rescued her. I couldn’t. I need to hear it from Elfflead herself. No harm has been done to him. I promised he would be released once my daughter confirms his words. If they prove true, he will be rewarded. I will not remain ungrateful to the man who had saved my daughter’s life.”

Elfflead couldn’t believe what she heard. Hastily she descended the steps toward her father with a question written on her face.

“What do you mean, father?” Elfflead asked in astonishment, “What has happened to Sihtric?”

“Sihtric?” Elffleads father was not less surprised.

“Yes, Sihtric. I speak of the warrior who risked his life to free me from the Danish camp, who kept me safe all the way to Lord Uhtred, who carried me, when I could not walk anymore…” Elfflead's words flowed forth with such fervour that both her father and Uhtred were taken aback.

“Father, if not for him, I would surely not be standing here before you now.”

“Child, please calm down,” Elfflead’s father pleaded. ”I haven’t done anything wrong. I only wanted to hear from you that he treated you with respect and caused no harm.”

“Where is he?”, Elfflead snapped.

“He is in the dungeon,” Uhtred interjected.

“What?” Elfflead could hardly believe her ears. Spinning around, she sprinted toward the door. She run down the stairs and raced across the yard to the entrance in the underground. Rushing down the steps she only halted upon reaching the guards who were playing dice near the inner door. Her eyes fell upon the keyring lying in the center of the table, and without a moment's pause, she snatched it.

“Lady, what in God's name are you doing?” one of the guards managed to exclaim, but Elfflead paid no attention to them, neither did she stop to explain anything. She was already darting down the next flight of stairs. The air in the dungeon was thick and heavy, the mixed smell of sweat, blood and filth caught her breath and she almost choked. All cells stood empty but one. Glancing to her right, she caught sight of a man slumped against the wall one leg stretched out on the floor and the other bent, his arm resting upon it. It appeared he had dosed off. Though she knew she would find him here, Elfflead gasped for breath, her heart pounding, as she recognised Sihtric. She headed to his cell and inserted the key into the lock. The sound of the key turning startled Sihtric, his eyes widening in disbelief as he glanced towards the door and saw Elfflead standing before him.

“Lady, what are you doing here?” Sihtric’s voice betrayed utter astonishment. Elfflead, already kneeling beside him, cupped his handsome face in her palms, and pressed her forehead against his.

“What have they done to you? Are you injured? Are you unharmed?” Questions erupted from her, her gaze scanning his face and arms for any signs of mistreatment. And in the next instant, she leaned in and kissed his lips. It was a tender and timid kiss, catching the young Dane entirely off guard. A soft moan escaped his lips as he responded to her kiss with equal gentleness, but in the same instant the weight of the reality crashed upon him. Placing his hands on Elfflead's cheeks, he gently pushed her back.

“Elfflead, what are you doing here?” he repeated his question, his gaze fixed firmly upon the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

“You promised to keep me safe and bring me home. And you kept that promise,” she whispered softly. “You also said I could decide what I want from you,” Elfflead continued, “and I have made my choice.”

Elfflead paused, her words hanging in the air, as Sihtric continued to stare at her. No, he was swallowing her with his big, mismatched eyes, a mixture of astonishment, concern, and anticipation etched upon his features.

“I want you, Sihtric Kjartanson,” Elfflead’s answer was so unexpected that Sihtric released her, frozen in disbelief and looked at her for a moment in complete bewilderment. “And nothing is going to change that,” she persisted.

Sihtric raised his hands to cover his eyes and shook his head.

“No, no, no …. This is madness. It’s simply not possible,” he muttered, lowering his hands and gripping Elfflead’s shoulders, shaking her gently but firmly.

“Are you out of your mind? Lady, look at me!” he demanded, his voice tinged with frustration. “What do you see? Do you think I’m some prince charming from a fairy tale that rescued you from a dragon’s lair, and now we can live happily ever after? You are lost in a daydream, still overwhelmed by what has happened. I am honoured and grateful for your attention, but it’s just not possible. I have nothing to offer you. Can’t you see where I am? I'm trapped in this wretched cell because even your own father doubted my intentions when I told him I saved you and brought you to Uhtred. He couldn't believe that I didn't harm you, merely because I am a Dane. Do you think he would ever approve of his daughter being with someone like me?" Sihtric’s voice was full of anger. He did not want to say this, and these words hurt him as much as he could see them hurting Elfflead. However, it was the truth, that needed to be spoken out. She was too young to fully understand or even imagine what it meant to be with a Dane and a warrior. This fairy tale just simply couldn’t have a happy ending.

“I don’t want this. Can you hear me? I don’t want you, foolish girl,” Sihtric gritted his teeth and upon hearing the approaching footsteps he swiftly pushed Elfflead away from him, just before her father and Uhtred entered the dungeon, followed by the guards.

“Elfflead!” her father exclaimed not understanding what was happening.

“I only wanted to correct your mistake,” Elfflead responded calmly, rising to her feet. “This man saved my life and treated me with the utmost respect through all our journey. Yet, instead of gratitude, you ordered him to be imprisoned,” she spoke with anger in her voice. “He is the most honourable man I have ever met, and you owe him not only my life, but also my dignity. If not for him, you wouldn’t have a daughter now. I believe you should apologise to this young warrior, father,” Elfflead continued and rushed out of the cell as she was unable to hold back her tears.

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Elfflead had spent the entire afternoon in her chambers. She was angry and confused. She had believed that the young Dane had feelings for her. The passionate kiss they had shared in the cave still lingered in her memory – the taste of his lips and tongue, the touch of his hands on her bare skin beneath her dress, the sound of his accelerated breath and heartbeat. And yet he had dismissed her so easily, declaring that he did not want her. Elfflead felt as though he viewed her as a spoiled, conceited, and foolish girl, incapable of understanding her own desires and unable to accept the consequences of her decisions

Elfflead was well aware what it would mean if she were to leave this protected household to be with a low born warrior and a Dane. Despite her father's deep love for her, she knew he would never understand or approve that. But despite all the consequences, she was willing to do that. Did Sihtric consider her so weak that she couldn’t live without the comforts she was used to? Who was he to think so of her? What right did he have to judge her? With each passing moment her anger grew stronger, fuelling her determination to confront this arrogant and ignorant Dane and tell him how wrong he was. Elfflead put on her cloak and went downstairs. The big hall was quiet and deserted. Spotting a maid, she asked whether she knew where to find lord Uhtred and his companions.

“They went to the tavern in the village, my lady,” came the response.

Elfflead had never set foot in a tavern in her entire life. Her father had always insisted that it was not a suitable place for a lady, and they had never had a reason to visit one. Even during their travels to Lundene or Winchester, they would stay with her father's friends. However, her determination to find and confront Sihtric was driving her towards the gates and before long, she found herself heading to the village, just a few minutes’ walk away. She found the tavern rather quickly guided by the noise and laughter coming from it.

Entering the tavern, Elfflead scanned the room in search of Uhtred, and there he was, sitting at a table in the far corner, surrounded by his companions, including Sihtric. Pausing for a moment, she drew her cape further over her head and cautiously made her way to a free table near Uhtred's group. The table she chose was conveniently positioned behind a pole, providing her with some cover while allowing her to eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Sihtric, I haven’t seen such a sour expression on your face in ages,” Uhtred chuckled. ”The young lady must have made quite an impression on you, hasn’t she?” he teased the Dane, who was clenching his ale cup with such a force that his knuckles turned white.

“You did the right thing”, Uhtred said with a serious tone, placing a comforting arm on Sihtric’s shoulder. “That young thing wouldn’t have lasted a week in Cochem without her maids, servants and silk dresses.”

“Then why do I feel like a bloody idiot?” Sihtric snarled back at Uhtred in frustration.

“You’ll forget about her as soon as we set off to kick Heasten’s arse. If we manage to defeat him, we’ll achieve two things at once – punish him for kidnapping the young lady and prevent him from joining Ragnalls forces,” Uhtred continued. “Her father rewarded us so generously, that you’ll have enough gold to afford the finest whores in Lundene for years to come. Speaking of which, I spotted a particularly pretty one in the back chambers. You should pay her a visit, my friend.”

“I think I’ll do just that,” Sihtric snarled angrily, abruptly rising from his seat and heading towards the door.

“Hey, the whores are in the back chambers! You’re going the wrong way!” Uhtred called after him, but Sihtric paid no attention. He kicked a stool in his path with such a fury, that one of its legs snapped, before storming out of the tavern, not noticing Elfflead who hastily followed him.

Sihtric was unsure of where to go. Uhtred had arranged rooms for each of his men in the tavern so that they could have a good sleep before leaving next day. But sleep was the last thing on Sihtric's mind. He aimlessly wandered until he found himself near the stables, his gaze fixated on a large pole before him. Acting on instinct, he struck the pole with all the strength in his fist, and then again and again until his knuckles were bloodied.

“What are you doing?” a voice, so familiar and dear to him asked from the shadows behind. Startled Sihtric turned around as if struck on the head.

“Elfflead? What in the bloody hell... How much longer do you plan on playing with me? Are you so bored of your privileged life? Don’t you understand that you are hurting me?” he asked, and his voice trembled. Elfflead stood there, stunned by his words.

“Hurting you? It is me who was supposed to be hurt. You rejected me, claimed you didn’t want me, and called me foolish. What right do you have to decide what is best for me?” Elfflead was throwing her words at him in pure anger. “I offered you my love and you just trampled upon it, treating it as if it were worthless. You insulted me!” With each sentence, she came closer and closer until she stood directly before Sihtric, her small fists pounding against his chest. Not that it did much damage to the imposing warrior. He remained motionless, his eyes fixed on the small, fierce creature that was letting her anger out on him. Unable to contain himself any longer, he seized Elfflead’s wrists and as she struggled to free her herself and continue her assault, he pulled her close, wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his lips against hers.

This was not a gentle kiss. Sihtric put all his passion and frustration in that kiss. He did not want to be gentle. He wanted to show this little foolish girl who he really was.

He bit her lower lip making her gasp and forced his entrance in her mouth with his tongue, exploring each and every corner of it, licking and sucking at her tongue, biting her lip again. With a jerk he pulled her even closer, grabbed her by her hair and pulled her head back while his lips went down kissing her throat, biting, and sucking at her skin, leaving bruises, and forcing her to moan in pain and pleasure simultaneously. His mouth was sliding ever lover to her collarbone and down to her breasts. Elfflead was taken aback by this sudden change and Sihtric’s roughness, but it did not repel her. Just the opposite, her heart raced, her thighs and knees trembled, and an unfamiliar sensation settled in the lover part of her stomach and between her legs, until she suddenly realised how wet she had become there.

Sihtric’s one hand still firmly hold Elfflead in place against his chest, while the other pulled up her dress and squeezed her but digging his fingers in her soft skin with no mercy. With the same rough grip, he slid his hand down her thighs lifting up her leg. Suddenly he let down her leg, placed his hand on her stomach and slid it beneath her undergarments, going further down. Elfflead whimpered loudly at his touch as she felt his hand between her legs and her eyes widened as Sihtric suddenly pushed two fingers inside her.

“Is that what you want?” Sihtric was whispering in her ear. ”I could take you right now and here. I have been craving for you since the moment I entered that damn tent. Think lady, think carefully. If I do it, no Saxon man will ever marry you. You will be doomed to become my women and pleasure me in all the ways I will want it. There will be no maids, no servants, no soft and cosy life of a noble lady. Just you and your rough warrior man.”

“Sounds like a perfect life,” Elfflead whispered back in Sihtric’s ear, wrapping her hands around his neck, and pulling herself up to kiss him. And this time it was not a gentle and timid kiss, she placed all her longing and passion in that kiss, licking Sihtric’s lips and biting him just as he had done it before. She slid her tongue in his mouth, licking and sucking his tongue, showing what a quick learner she was. Sihtric groaned in pleasure and tightened his grip on Elfflead. With a quiet moan he pulled back and buried his face in her neck, breathing in the smell of her skin. Suddenly his lips on her neck become gentle. He was sliding his tongue over the bruises he had made just a moment ago and placed soft kisses all over her neck down to her breasts and then went up again to reach her lips. He withdrew his hand from between her legs and Elfflead whimpered in protest.

“No, my love. Not here and not like this,” Sihtric whispered his voice hoarse with longing. Effortlessly he lifted Elfflead in his arms, pressing her against his broad chest, and carried her back to the tavern and up the outer stairs to the rooms. He closed the door behind them with a gentle push of his foot. Settling her down, he pressed her against the door with his body, their foreheads touching as he lovingly caressed her cheek.

“Say it again,” he begged staring in her eyes. “Say that you want me and that you will not regret this.”

“I want you, Sihtric! I am changing my soft and cosy life for you, for the chance to pleasure you in all the ways you’ll show me and want me,” Elfflead whispered her lips and tongue teasingly touching Sihtric’s ear lip. Her words and the soft touch of her tongue made Sihtric lose all his remaining composure, he groaned loudly like a wild animal, lifted her up wrapping her legs around his waist and carried her to his bed.

And later in the night when Elfflead was moaning and crying out his name arching her back in indescribable pleasure, digging her nails in Sihtric’s back she knew she had made the right choice. The best choice of her life.

#sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #tlk #sihtric x oc #sihtric fic #tlk fic

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hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmsstuff · 6 months ago

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Okay so I saw Furiosa on memorial day and first of all, let me just say I totally loved it! I know it's not doing as well as FR (It definitely wasn't as good as Fury Road --but what movie is!!!) but I still had a great time watching it and will definitely be seeing it again.

That being said, the wig Anya wears for a third of the movie was KILLING ME. I'm sure this seems like the smallest thing to lots of people, but it totally just took me out of the story. Like the scene where she's hiding behind the gate and fire is blowing all around her .... And the dumbass wig doesn't catch on fire?????? Like brooooo whattttt?!

She's a grease monkey for crying out loud!!! Why would she have long hair free flowing at all??? She works with dangerous mechanical equipment and why, oh why, would she leave her hair down to be taken advantage of during a fight???

Idk man, but as someone who has experience working in glass blowing hot shops and metal shops, it just kind of drove me crazy! Rule #1 if you have long hair is to tie it up.

I also think it would've been such a cool story telling/world building opportunity to explore more styles like braids or buns!! Hairstyles are such an intimate and personal choice but also so affected by setting and climate, family and cultural history, and profession and I just feel like it was such a disservice to the character to make her another Hollywood bombshell pandering to the male gaze...

They could have done so many cool different hairstyles but noooooooo she had to have long flowing locks bcuz she is woman and woman must be gorgeous (even in the apocalypse) 🙃🙄😮‍💨

#idk man ive been thinking about this for days and just had to get it off my chest lol #i did still really enjoy the movie!#and i was really impressed by Anya Taylor Joy!#i thought she did a fantastic job in the roll #please talk to me about this movie because i have lots more thoughts and would love to offload them on someone lol #furiosa #mad max furiosa #my thoughts #movie thoughts

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firestarwrites · 1 year ago

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Slow Dance

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: None

Song: "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx

Extra Notes: None, but I wish this was reality

It was the evening before prom and your heart was racing like crazy. You had never been so nervous but so excited before in your life. Everything you prepared - from your dress to your hairstyle - was for him.

After a huge fight broke out between your friend group, you realized that having a crush on a close friend was not the way to go. Your feelings faded for your close friend but flared up soon after for a guy in your favorite class. Every day, you dreamed of talking to him or hanging out with him. Everything from his hair to the way he held himself was perfect.

You knew he didn't like you back - I mean, it's common knowledge. Everyone at school knew who he liked and they were not afraid to tell you that. You brushed off those people and continued pining over him. Admittedly, you did start talking to him more in the past couple of weeks after getting his phone number. Now, the moment came - prom. You wanted to ask him but thoughts of him rejecting you filled your mind. You decided to ask him to slow dance if you saw him there.

The day of prom was going at a faster pace than you expected. You asked someone to do your hair in a pretty style, which to you looked very nice. Your dress was in perfect condition without any wrinkles. Your friend offered to take pictures of you in your dress and you agreed. While posing on a bench, you couldn't help but dream about him beside you putting an arm around you. You thought about him the rest of day leading up to that night and how you were going to ask him to slow dance. Would you pull him aside during the song? Would you ask him before you even walked in the building? Oh well, you'd find out when you got there.

When you arrived at the school, your eyes immediately sweeped the place for him. You spotted a bunch of other people through the flashing strobe lights and fog machines, but not him. You sighed and thought maybe he would arrive late. Your friends called you over to dance and you did. When the lights dimmed for the first slow song, you sat down at a table and softly sang along. You didn't have a date after all. You scanned the room again for your crush but came up short.

Halfway through prom, they announced the king and queen. The lights were all on at this time and everyone surrounded the catwalk. Your crush was nowhere to be seen. At this point, you assumed he didn't come to prom. Afterwards, you went home feeling dejected. The dark road was calming to you as opposed to the flashing lights at the school. You turned the radio off and drove in silence to your house. After that, you decided to text him. It wouldn't hurt to, would it?

"Hey, I didn't see you at prom tonight. Is everything okay?" you sent.

"Yeah, I decided not to go. I would just be third wheeling anyways." he sent back, not even a couple minutes later. He usually responds hours later.

Suddenly, a thought struck your mind. What if you were able to slow dance with him after all?

"I know it's late, but do you want to hang out? Prom was boring and I didn't have much fun..." you sent, waiting for a reply.

"You know what? Why not. Send me the location and I'll meet you there," he replied. Your heart skipped a beat and you smiled. You sent him your address and waited for him to arrive.

About twenty minutes later, he came dressed up in a suit. You didn't expect him to dress up but you could feel yourself slowly getting weak. He looked so handsome and you couldn't believe he was here, at your house.

"Let's go over here!" You smiled and led him to your backyard, where a small gazebo sat. It was made out of wood and had fairy lights wrapped along the pillars. There was a bench inside - the same one that you posed on earlier. Your crush smiled at the gazebo.

"I know you're probably tired right now, but I invited you here for a reason," you started.

"It's okay, just tell me," he stood beside you, looking at you and smiling.

"I wanted to slow dance with you," you sure were blunt about it.

"Oh! That was... unexpected," he said. Your heart dropped. You felt like it shattered on the floor when he said that.

"You don't have to. I just wanted to offer," you said, trying not to let the hurt in your voice show.

"No no, it's not like that. It's just... I've never been asked to dance before. That's all," he said, trying to comfort you. "I would love to."

Your heart slowly repaired itself after he spoke those last words. He did want to slow dance after all. You took your phone, searched for a song, and placed it on the railing of the gazebo. A few seconds later, "Right Here Waiting" by Richard Marx started playing.

You took your crush's hand in yours and led him up the stairs to the inside of the gazebo. You smiled softly as the song reached the first verse.

Oceans apart, day after day

And I slowly go insane

"Do you know how to slow dance?" you asked him. He nodded and put one arm on your hip and the other on your shoulder. You matched his movements and began to lightly sway. It was this moment you realized what it felt like to be loved. Even though he did not like you, the gesture was enough to feel something.

Wherever you go, whatever you do

I will be right here waiting for you

Whatever it takes or how my heart breaks

I will be right here waiting for you

The moon shined down on the gazebo as you slow danced. You smiled and he pulled you closer. You glanded up at his eyes and found yourself getting lost in the reflection of the fairy lights. He looked so handsome and his smile slowly melted you. The bridge of the song played and you softly sang along.

"Oh, can't you see it, baby?

You've got me goin' crazy"

Your crush laughed slightly and you could see his pupils dilate. You could tell he was having fun. The song ended and you broke apart.

You sat down on the bench and tapped the place beside it, inviting him to sit with you. He sat down beside you and put an arm around you. If you could physically melt, you would have been a puddle on the ground by now. You put your head on his shoulder and sighed softly while looking out into the darkness of the night. The stars scattered across the sky and a shooting star passed through the shining night.

"Make a wish..." you whispered.

"I wish... for this night to never end. I enjoyed this a lot," he responded. You could feel the vibration of his voice from your position.

"I second that," you said, closing your eyes. He lightly hummed and rubbed circles on your back.

At that point, you felt true peace.

I hope you enjoyed! Tag, comment, and reblog if you want!

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evilfloralfoolery · 6 months ago

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7, 11, 13, 26, 44, 56

7. Are you in love? Do you want to be?

I've been with my guy for 22 years, so I'd say I'm good in the love department. ;)

11. Would you change your appearance if you could?

I change my appearance all the time. I have lots of tattoos. I've had all kinds of hairstyles. I weight lift, bike, and swim. I wear crazy shit whenever I want. You never know what I'm going to look like on a day to day basis.

13. Do you believe in reincarnation?

Yep. Doing past life readings and accessing Akashic records is part of what I do for a living.

26. What’s the most life-changing choice you’ve made so far?

There have been many, some that are personal to me and I won't discuss here. But this one is good. When no one could help me with emetophobia and anxiety, I learned how to do it my damn self. I went to school, learned how to do my own graded exposure therapy, learned how to do CBT on myself, and slayed that fucking dragon. I developed extreme resilience due to this and it's something I pride myself on. I can and will bounce back from whatever it is.

44. How often do you lie? Is all lying inherently bad? Are you generally truthful?

It's not that black and white. Everyone lies. Every single one of us. I'm not a fan of that "brutally honest to the point of hurting you and that's YOUR problem" bullshit that some people tout. Go fuck yourselves. There are times when the truth could cause irreparable harm. There are also times when people are not ready to hear the truth or are unable to hear it. During those times, I choose what I say carefully. You have to pick your battles. Is it worth destroying someone's life or causing great pain? Ask yourself that shit before you're "brutally honest." Learn to have some fucking tact. It isn't "lying." It's being emotionally intelligent to know when to speak and when to stay silent. For example, I have a super anxious mother. If she calls me up and asks what I did over the weekend, I'm damn sure not going to tell her "I drove across the country by myself to see a band and I only ate dried fruit and protein bars the whole time." She would FREAK. There's absolutely no need to tell her that. So, I'll say "Oh, you know. Just had some 'me' time." Why would I feed into her anxiety like that? It's cruel. So, I do my thing and she's happy. "Lying" helped us both.

56. What do you think about artificial intelligence?

In general, I don't like it. I can't stand AI writing, art, or when a goddamn computer answers the phone and I have to speak to a "virtual assistant" before I can talk to a human. I'm sure there are some benefits to AI, but I'm really not a fan.

#Thank you for the questions!#These were very fun to answer #My Leo ass loves to talk about life lol

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dragonfly92 · 1 year ago

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OLD FAMILY FRIENDS CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Today was amazing day today as Andy had decided that he wanted to get a rescue dog which is one of the sweetest things ever, but not just that they had both got the calls they have both been waiting for but neither of them had told each other, they decided to wait until they meet up today, so he sent a message to Sarah asking her, "Hey babes I was wondering if you could come with me to the shelter I want to get a rescue dog and well I was gonna also ask if you wanted to come along keep me company and hopefully meet the puppy that I decided to get." Sarah smiles she was chilling out on the couch with Poppy who was snuggled up to her and she types back saying, "Yeah I would love too would you like me to bring a little poppy with us or leave her here with the girls?" As she was waiting for a message to come back she had a few strokes with Poppy who is now awake wanting attention it's like she knows that something is about to happen.

Within a minute she had received another text and he says, "I would love for you to bring Poppy as well I know how well behaved she can be and I do love her as well of course I love you as well, So I'll be about 20 minutes will that be enough to get ready or would you need more time?" Sarah texts back putting, "Well I know how excited she's gonna be once she sees you and we both love you so much, yeah that should be enough time if not Rose is here so she'll probably get the door and knowing Poppy as soon as she hears your voice that is it." So Sarah quickly went upstairs she had a quick shower, then dried herself off, blow drying her hair and still had a towel wrapped around her waist whilst going through her wardrobe knowing that she would need to go clothes shopping soon but not today.

SARAH'S OUTFIT, HAIRSTYLE BLACK DYED AND JEWELLERY - EARRINGS NOT INCLUDED

20 Minutes later there was a knock on the front door, Sarah went to answer it with Poppy who was already on her leash and as soon as she saw Andy she went crazy almost pulling Sarah onto the fall but luckily she had good balance but they both ended up laughing, he got back up asking her "Hey you alright there?" Sarah stops laughing long enough to speak saying, "Yeah I'm alright someone else is just super excited to see you that's all so you ready to go, because I'm not gonna lie super excited." He laughs a little again saying, "Yeah it's gonna be fun be wanting to do this for some time now." Sarah, Andy and little Poppy all walk to his car of course there's a blanket for Poppy so she opened the back passenger door and he jumped in the back carefully.

She then closed the door behind carefully of course and then goes to the passenger seat door closing in after she gets in, Poppy is well behaved and ends up laying down on the blanket Sarah couldn't help but take a picture before they drove off, Andy already put on his seatbelt and started the engine driving off to the rescue center, thankfully he had put it into his GPS so he knew where they was going and wouldn't get lost. 20 minutes later they had arrived, he parks the car getting out followed by Sarah who went into the passenger seat to get Poppy and then they headed inside.

Thankfully Sarah was allowed to bring in Poppy and they ended up looking at the different types of dogs they had, also Poppy was a really good girl staying close to Sarah as possible without wanting to upset the other dogs and then after a little while there was a dog that caught Andy's attention he was a little dog Irish Terrier and turns out his completely blind but that didn't stop him from falling in love with the little guy, so did Sarah she leaned down carefully so as not to spook the adorable little dog, she stayed there whilst Andy went to find someone and thankfully he did and they ended up talking for a bit, bringing the puppy out of course Poppy gave him some space.

It was so adorable Andy didn't want to let go of the little dog and so it was officially decided that he would adopt the little guy of course there was paperwork that needing filling out but whilst that was going on Sarah had been keeping Poppy busy playing fetch with some of the toys that was proved and of course she went to the toilet, when she went to do something besides the pee she cleaned it up and chucked it away. Sometime had passed and it was time to finally leave but not with just Poppy but now Andy's new adopted dog who he ended up calling DareDevil and to be fair he was seriously adorable and surprisingly both Popper and Daredevil got on really well.

They had to make a quick stop considering someone wanted to get him a top as there was a match for the beagles which of course Andy supported and plus it would look seriously cute on him, so whilst he was carrying his new puppy, Sarah had brought in Poppy of course she would get her some treats for being such a good girl at the animal rescue center they wasn't in their for long they wanted to get back to his place so that Daredevil could get settled, also they had talked about getting a place together possible with Joe and Harper but that wasn't decided right now they was just looking at the different houses of course it had to come with a garden for Poppy and little daredevil.

DAREDEVIL IN A BEAGLES T-SHIRT

After a little while they had arrived back at Andy's place and of course let the little guy settle in, Poppy was tired after all that running around that she did so it was decided that Sarah and Poppy would be staying over as he had an extra bed for poppy this wasn't the first time they stayed over and considering back at Sarah's apartment Joe and Harper wanted to spend some alone time which is something that they don't get to do often because of Harper's schedule it also gave them a chance to tell the good news about the auditions.

They ended up sitting on the couch Andy being the gentleman that he is asks her, "So did you get the call about the audition for American Satan if so was it good news or bad news?" Sarah thought for a moment and decided to act like it was bad news so she sighs looking away and of course that makes him think that she didn't get it and did he's best to comfort her but she couldn't hold it in anymore and smirks which causes Andy to look over at her with confused look until she speaks up saying, "Yeah I got the part wait what about you did you get the role?" He has a huge grin on his face saying, "Yeah I got the role so it looks like we've got some celebrating to do what do you think want to order take out?"

Her face lights up like its christmas saying, "Yeah I would love too and also we can watch Batman if you would like too." That makes him smile and he speaks up saying, "Yeah that does sound like a plan oh speaking of parts how did it go for Harper did she get the role of singing for you?" Sarah speaks up saying, "Yeah she did actually and to be honest I am seriously super happy for her and I'm betting right now she's telling Joe all about it, also I have a feeling he's gonna be very supportive." Andy speaks up saying, "Actually yeah he is really thrilled and I know he will be though we don't start shooting until next year because of Black Veil Brides going on tour speaking of which when is your next fashion show you know just encase I'm in that area?"

Sarah speaks up saying, "It's actually in the United Kingdom in a few weeks so I'm not sure if you guys are gonna be there or not I know unfortunately that Rose, Harper, Jessica and Hannah aren't going to be there but I know they will be in spirit even though they're thankfully alive, everyone in our group means alot to me it's unreal and I am gratefully for the people in my life which of course includes you mister." That causes Andy to laugh and smile resting his forehead on her forehead he speaks up saying, "Well I will see if we are there or not it will be a shame but of course we will try to be there for you."

Sarah looks into Andy's ocean blue eyes smiling she speaks up saying, "Yeah I know even if you can't come I know you will be there in spirit and hopefully I will be at least some of your shows to support you guys, I will give you a text or phone call I hope to be there because to be honest it's amazing watching you guys perform live oh also I might come and visit you on set, also we are gonna be doing average Joe which should be fun." Andy smiles saying, "Yeah this is gonna be a fun year also remember Harper and Joe are getting married as well, also the baby showers as well."

Sarah speaks up by adding, "Also thanksgiving, christmas, someones special birthday, new year eve and then new years day speaking of birthday is there anything you want in particular?" He shakes his head a little saying, "All I want is right here with me, but knowing you you'll have something planned." She shifts her eyes and laughs a little saying, "You know me so well but there might be something that is already planned, but you will have to wait and see." They both ended up snuggling up on the couch watching Batman movies from the old to the new ones and they ended up falling asleep on the couch both dogs laying on each of their laps which is one of the most sweetest things to ever see.

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gravitycoil · 1 year ago

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Dream of 7/29/23

The government went rogue and just started killing everybody trying to do like a humanity reset type of thing and a lot of us we're just trying to find a place to hide and live it was very chaotic and the government used these special robot AI to help them find people who are still living to erase them me and my sister were in the car we were driving away trying to find a safe location there also might have been zombies at one point but we're driving. every X amount of miles we we drove was like a new Biome it was weird eventually we pass like a bunch of tropical flowers trees and then all of a sudden we’re in like the snowy tundra and then we’re in like a cornfield and it just keeps going but eventually we find this like boardwalk almost it was near the ocean it was starting to turn night time and there was also a bunch of bootlicker people who like even though they weren't government they told the government where some people were hiding as if they would get off free or something I don’t know but we find this house disconnected from the city and ran by this lady she looked like she was a mother she was maybe like 40 50 something I don’t remember if she had a name but she had blonde hair curly like one of those perm hairstyles she was real short but she was really sweet and she let us stay for as long as we wanted as long as we provided in some way like either food or supplies weapons anything like that and I was like OK and then it started to storm and the government had found us killed the mother person me and my sister escape Zoey from l4d is there and she had accidentally stabbed my sister and killed him and I went kind of crazy and after we get away from the government a little bit I explained to Zoey you need to join my group but I need to let you know you killed my sister and she started sobbing and I was like I just I felt so guilty letting my sister die like that and her my sister's body was just floating in the ocean and I guess there was a way I could revive him so this ocean had a constant current in it where it would like pull you away and never be seen again so you had to fight the current which was absolutely impossible because the further you went in it the stronger it got so I’m trying to like grab my sister’s hand in the ocean and I I get her and I pull him up he's like coughing and like water everywhere and I’m like Oh my God you’re not dead Zoey had this guitar case which had a crowbar in it a first aid kit and food and I was like OK we have to protect this with our life this is like all we have and everyone's going to try and steal it from us and that exact thing happened people were trying to steal the guitar case and someone had thrown it into the ocean accidentally or something happened like that and I was just like what the hell and so we retrieve it thankfully everything's fine me Zoey my sister make it back to the car and we’re on our way again we run into those robots they were huge they were like they kind of looked like tanks but also humanoid and the only way we could get out was through the ocean and I looked at Zoey and then my sister and I nodded and I was like you’re gonna have to trust me and I jump into the ocean fighting the current with my life there's also a bridge above the ocean like it went from where the robots are all the way to like another city or something it was a long bridge and it was just low enough that I could hold on to it underneath while in the ocean so I tried to make it seem that we I tried to make it seem like that we got swept away from the current and then like died or whatever but we were actually underneath the bridge and like slowly grabbing at the bridge towards the city which took a really long time and I think that’s where we found safety but it was just interesting to me it was the first time I’ve ever seen Zoey in a in a dream she was almost as short as me put a little taller she was like 5'2" or something

dream shift

I was in the car again don't remember why or what was happening but I was in the car it was me my friend but I think we were trying to find some place and food was scarce for some reason like there was apocalypse going on or something it was night time I distinctly remember having an exact detailed replica PlayStation but it was made out of potato chips and I was just eating it I don’t know why but it was really good best potato chips of my life my friend was like being evil for some reason and wasting all the food like throwing them out and I was all what is actually wrong with you and for some reason he had this giant salt shaker like the biggest salt shaker I’ve ever seen in my life filled to the top with salt and just started pouring it on the ground I was like what are you doing yeah that was that was a weird part of the game that’s it yeah will not forget those though.

#post #first ever time seeing a surivor in my dreams #Wait no i take that back #2nd ever dream to see a survivor #beyond the tomb

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OMG I thought I was just really crazy because I was in such a bad mood in general yesterday and thought my mood was clouding my inZOI experience. I felt really let down by how little you can actually edit. You are really dependent on the preset you choose. We know how much photoskinned skins can alter the look of a Sim and the same is true for the ZOIs. They use very different skins and it absolutely influences the look, but you can only change the skin type by choosing a different preset, there is no way to select or edit skins otherwise, only the tone and shine are editable. There is blush that adds freckles and moles but it's blush with added moles or blush with added freckles, they do not have standalone moles and freckles. I wish they would have their own category. Also missed birthmarks, blemishes, and scars, but maybe I overlooked something. I was frustrated with eyebrows being way too dark for blondes or redheads even at lightest settings, how the eyebrows are all very long horizontally on the face and very bushy/thick and there is no thick/thin slider. The curly hairstyles department is a serious letdown (where are medium-tight curly styles?). Hopefully they will add more.

A thing that drove me insane is that every time you select another hairstyle the color reverts back to the default color of that new hairstyle. Having to recreate the color every time got old really fast.

You can upload your own patterns for some clothes (it basically lets you open the file editor and pick any pattern from your drive), but there is no way to adjust the color in the game. I found that the UV mapping does look kinda distorted in the elbow bend which was very obvious and unsightly for me (maybe it's just the one sweatshirt though, I have not tested more).

I was hoping for a pattern system with vector-style graphics that lets you recolor certain elements in it, or at the very least some contrast, hue, and saturation sliders to adjust your custom texture, but no such luck. There are no premade patterns at all. The AI pattern designer is the worst crap ever, it does not resemble any patterns at all. I tried to make a floral allover pattern and it gave me weird-looking blob shapes. Oh, and the output does not tile properly, even if you add "seamlessly tiling" to the prompt. On the body, I wasn't able to create truly small boobs (the smallest size seems at least a B-Cup to me). I'm flat as a pancake so I want that representation.

In terms of clothing, there are some very intricate and detailed styles, and this might be ZOI's greatest asset. But most are very trend-oriented and "street style on the runway"-like. It's hard to find truly basic outfits. I worry that the styles may age really badly because of that though. But then, I'm sure there will be tons of CC later on to fix that.

The body and detail of the meshes and textures are really stunning, and wrinkles and age look very convincing. The smiles seem pretty fake/plastered on, but maybe that would be better in the animations themselves, than in the static poses. The eyelash styles really look like they have mascara on (slightly clumped styles available), but I wish there was more variety with stuff like eyebrow styles and lashes which does not offer a lot of variety even for a base game (though it is still in development so this could change). I do like how you can customize things like eyeliner, lipstick and eyeshadow, but I wish that level of detail was not just for selective features like that but that the level of customizability in general would be higher, especially the ability to sculpt the face more dramatically, have presets for eyes, noses, etc. which I have not seen. It seems there are only presets for the entire face.

And if you do not mind working off face presets this might work, but the sliders and ways you can adjust the Zois do need a lot more to be truly great and useful.

Seeing there are limited presets, I think you could really easily hit the limit on what kind of ZOIs you could make. I suspect that after a while, they will all look alike. Remembering all the slider options that Life by You had makes me sad that we are not even getting close to that degree of customization here.

A small thing that I was surprised to be annoyed about is that you have to enter the full name of the ZOI before you make it. It sucks, I choose the name based on the look of my Sim, not the other way around. There is not even a name randomizer?!

The character creator feels like an AAA RPG creator, not fleshed out enough for a life sim.

I really hope this is a very early look into the character creator and it will hopefully change drastically (but my hopes are not very high at this point).

Well... Character Creation in InZOI isn't as pleasant as in Sims (especially Sims 3 hehe). It may be a fun addition in Steam library but it won't replace Sims in any way. I don't feel any connection with the characters at all and editing them (because you use already existing presets) is somehow a tiring task. Also, too few long hairstyles!

#inZOI #inZOI demo #not as great as I hoped #but I will try again in a better mood #inZOI character creator

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jasontoddswhitestreak · 3 years ago

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gold rush | 2

FRUSTRATING, INTOXICATING, COMPLICATED.

pairing: druig x eternal!reader

summary: in which druig found himself falling for the gentle soul who was also known as the goddess of human love and flowers.

warnings: this series will include major spoilers for eternals, descriptions of injuries and violence, and mentions of blood.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: the way I’m obsessed with him it’s crazy… anyways second chapter yay! lmk what you guys think and what else you’d want to see in the fic! i know I’m posting daily right now but that’s because im currently sick and not going to work or school :(

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“Call me when you land, I still think you should’ve taken my private jet.” Kingo laughed, arms wrapped around the shorter Eternal, a laugh escaped her as she hugged him back.

“I gotta ask, how did you manage to get your hands on Asgardian liquor?” She questioned, feeling the beginning of a hangover from the fun they had the night before, Kingo shrugged in response.

“Thor’s a good friend of mine.” He stated, nervously looking away when she continued to stare at him, waiting for the real answer.

“Ugh fine.” He gave up hiding the truth. “I won an auction on eBay.” He confessed, causing her smile to widen even more. A voice was heard over the intercom announcing that a flight will begin to board soon, she recognised the flight number as the one printed on her ticket and therefore bid farewell to her friend before making her way to the queue for the aeroplane.

Although she enjoyed spending time with Kingo and watching him prepare for his new movie, she couldn’t wait to get back home away from the overcrowded streets, to get back to the place that made her feel the most herself she’s ever been. Her phone began to ring, distracting her from her train of thoughts. She glanced at her phone to read the incoming caller ID.

“Did you check the photo I sent to the message thread?” Sersi questioned on the phone while making her way through Trafalgar Square in London. “Hello to you too.” She responded, laughing as she glanced around the airport while waiting to board.

“The main chat or the one without Ikaris?”

She heard Sersi sigh in response. “The one with.” She answered.

Unlocking her phone to read the messages, she noticed two pictures that were sent by Sersi. Both photographs of a billboard which displayed a single gold dagger with a cerulean blue handle as well as a crown with flowers created out of gold wrapped around it, both were objects discovered to be from thousands of years ago from what was once called Mesopotamia, in 5000 BC to be exact.

And also created by two eternals.

Scrolling through the chat she read all the responses from the fellow Eternal’s and the lack thereof, Phastos reminisced of the past while Kingo responded with how he despised his hairstyle during that time, she noticed how Druig didn’t bother to respond to the messages itself. Preferring to like the photograph of the flower crown instead.

She let out a chuckle once done reading the responses, before getting interrupted by the boarding agent to give them her ticket she said goodbye to Sersi, promising to call her back once she lands.

“Oh shit, I’m late for work.” Sersi responded before ending the call, allowing the other Eternal to finally board the plane home. Hours later she found herself in a taxi, directing the driver to the designated location only to get an odd look from him.

“That’s in the middle of a forest?” He questioned, staring at the Eternal through the rear view mirror, she hummed in response too distracted to be invested in the conversation, overhearing the driver whisper something incoherently. Over an hour had passed since the two last spoke, the driver opting out of small talk due to the weird nature of the woman as she continued to stare out the window admiring the nature surrounding them while they drove further into the forest.

The car suddenly halted as the man immediately hit the brakes. “What the hell?” He questioned, getting out of the car to see a broad tree that was on its side, blocking the dirt road. Branches were scattered around the trunk of the tree, the roots were pulled out almost as if something pulled the tree out of the ground and onto the road, which was physically incapable.

Unless you were something not of this Earth.

She got out of the car seconds later, contemplating whether she could put the tree back in its original spot and continue her journey home but that risked letting the strange man know about her ‘special abilities’.

A loud rustling from the depth of the forest distracted her train of thoughts causing her to squint, attempting to look into the forest but failing due to nightfall. It was almost impossible to see anything.

The rustling was heard again but this time much closer, as if it was approaching the two of them.

“Hey lady! Get back in the car.” The driver ordered, wanting nothing more but to drive away and get to safety. She flicked her hand and within a second bioluminescent flowers surrounded the duo, allowing a small glow to expose what was approaching.

Crawling on all fours, wings raised up with its jaw wide open, teeth sharpened, she recognised the unmistakable Deviants she previously believed were to be wiped out over 5000 years ago. A piercing roar cut through the air causing the man to jump in fear, rushing inside of his car, headlights turning on as he presses the horn of the car grabbing the attention of the deviant.

The deviant cocked it’s head to the side as it stared at the human before turning towards the Eternal, charging towards her. She gasped as she ran in front of the car, a golden aura surrounding her almost immediately as the fallen tree was thrown at the deviant as if it was made of styrofoam.

The deviant dodged the trunk, it’s anger bubbling as it once again charged for her, wanting nothing more but to kill her.

“Go get out of here!” She shouted at the driver who did so with no hesitation, leaving her to fight the creature alone. Her eyes were now glowing as vines began to wrap itself around the deviant's wings pulling them down onto the ground, within seconds the deviant caught loose of its grip and aimed for the Eternal once again, not blinking an eye towards the car that sped away.

It felt like minutes had passed as she continued to fight, attempting to protect herself from the deviant but wanting nothing more than to be in her bed at home.

She glanced back at the direction the car drove off towards, wondering why the deviant didn’t acknowledge the human, focusing all its energy towards the eternal instead. Her head was slammed against the dirt road, powder of dust enveloping the air as the Deviant pinned her down with its claws digging into her torso. A throbbing sensation was felt at the back of her skull and she swore she could feel bleeding, she looked up at the Deviant in fear as it’s jaw opened, teeth barred and ready to pull her apart limb from limb. The eternal panicked as she allowed her eyes to glow once more, fingers twitching as a large tree was ripped out of the earth and shoved its way through the skull of the deviant, blood splattering over her, combining with her own.

She slid from under the creature, breath heavy as she stood up, touching the back of her head wincing as she felt a fresh wound oozing out blood. Attempting to pick up her bags that the driver tossed out onto the road before speeding off, she began to tread towards the village, the corpse of the Deviant wrapped around thick vines that dragged the body alongside her as she limped her way home, battered and bruised.

By the time she got a view of the village it must’ve been past three am, hours had passed since she separated from the driver and killed the deviant, the lights were all out except for the simmering fire that sat in the middle of the village. She paused, dropping her luggage for a couple minutes to gather her breath, one more break before she’d be at home in her comfortable bed, surrounded by her favourite people.

She assumed everyone was asleep due to the quietness of the place, she could hear the alpacas begin to lay down on the ground to get comfortable, as she neared the village she noticed a man sitting on the steps, head in his hands, he looked as if he’s been sitting there for hours, waiting. As soon as he heard her steps he looked up.

“And where the hell have you been, you were s’posed to be here hours ago-“ Druig’s sentence was cut short.

The frustration that was once on his face was wiped away as he took in the sight of her, the dried blood on her clothes, bruised and beaten down as she limped her way towards him, her eyes were still glowing as she used her abilities to drag the deviant's corpse with vines that acted as rope.

As soon as her eyes met his, she dropped everything, body staggering as she made her way towards him, he met her halfway, holding up her body as she fell into his arms. All she wanted to do was close her eyes and sleep but she knew she couldn’t in case she had a concussion.

“Shit, What the hell happened?” He demanded, gently bringing her to the steps of the chapel to sit her down, his eyes scanned her body to determine where all her injuries were at. His hands went to her face, moving her hair away from her face to examine the injuries on her, only to feel the clumps of blood on her scalp. He immediately got up, calling out for a medic.

“Don’t- it’s really late they’re all asleep now.” She sighed, hands rubbing her forehead to numb the headache.

“And I don’t give a shit.” He responded, swatting her hand away from her head as she touched her wound that began to open up again. Druig’s eyes began to glow a similar shade of golden, within a couple seconds the village medic came rushing out of his home, still in his pyjamas as he carried his things with him, his eyes were parallel to Druig’s glowing eyes. All she wanted to do was chastise him for using his powers but she felt herself becoming weaker, held up by Druig’s arm as the medic put all his attention on her injuries.

“What the hell happened to you?” He questioned, voice soft as he watched the medic stitch her wounds, her eyes began fluttering shut, struggling to keep herself conscious as the effects of the fight began to become more prominent. She hummed in response as she fought to keep her eyes open, feeling Druig’s fingers gently trace over the stitched wounds from when the deviant dug its claws into her.

“So?” He asked impatiently, wanting nothing more than to kill whatever did this to her.

“It’s complicated, Druig.” She managed to breathe out, visibly wincing as the medic dabbed one of her wounds with disinfectant. Druig scoffed in return.

“Complicated?” He echoed in disbelief.

“The deviants are back.” She finally confessed, attempting to wrap her head around what she couldn’t believe truly happened. She remembered when the Eternals had finally killed them all, they celebrated with one another before going their separate ways due to Thena’s sickness.

“What? Don’t be ridiculous, we killed them all... Right?” He questioned in disbelief.

“Exactly why I said it’s complicated.” She responded sarcastically, thanking the medic who completed his task, eyes now back to their original colour as he stared around in confusion wondering how he got there before Druig told him to get back home. He went back to his home without hesitation, wanting nothing more than to not be with the telepath and his counterpart in the middle of the night.

She pointed to where her luggage was laid, next to which was the corpse of the creature, Druig stood up immediately and made his way to the corpse, surprised that he didn’t notice the large creature beforehand. The head of the corpse was unattached to its body, a hole was seen in the middle of it’s torso, as he looked closer he could see that the deviant was in the process of healing itself before getting decapitated.

“It managed to heal itself.” She answered his unspoken question. He looked back at her and back at the deviant once again, unable to process this information.

“But that’s not possible.” He said in disbelief.

“If you think that’s shocking, wait till you find out that it didn’t even attempt to attack the human with me.” She began to stand up to make her way towards him.

“Are they safe?” He asked concerned and she scoffed in response, wondering if he remembered who he was talking to.

“D’you reckon this is the last time we’ll see another one of these?” He asked rhetorically, knowing something bigger was about to occur.

“Deviants with healing abilities that only want to hurt Eternals? We can only hope that was the only one.” She shrugged, Druig brought his arm around her to hold her up although not necessary.

“Guess it’s time for a family reunion, don’t you agree? My sweet blossom.”

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