#actually work here lol. yeah. let's hope I'm not late tomorrow or anything

[enderwolf91]

☆彡彡 A New Start ミミ☆

synopsis: life has become dull working your office job, unable to go out and enjoy yourself anymore. upon opening a letter your grandfather left to you after his passing, you find yourself on a bus to a new life, hoping to find that spark you so craved for in life.

word count: ~2.6 k

warnings: none!

notes: rewrite of this. the first part to (hopefully) a good series. this is the first fic I've written for an audience in a long time, and I want to put a lot of effort into each chapter, so I apologize if updates to this are slow. I also apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, English isn't my strongest subject despite speaking it my entire life lol. Enjoy!

“Three more? I just got done with the two you gave me yesterday!”

“I'm just here to give you your assignments, if you have problems take ‘em to the boss, Daniel.”

A loud scoff comes from the other side of the cubicle's wall, the sound of papers being taken with an aggravated force. “Whatever…”

A few moments later, a short figure takes up the opening to your cubicle, a man you're unfortunately familiar with as he holds out two Manilla folders with a bored expression. “Your next assignments for the week.” He speaks as if on the verge of yawning, casually glancing around the small, gray box at the minor number of decorations taped to the walls.

“Thanks, Paul,” you respond, less than enthralled to see more folders to join the stack on your desk. “I'll get started on them tomorrow morning.”

Turning back to your computer, the lines of words and numbers on the document you've been writing have started blurring together. But the looming presence still in the doorway of the cubicle draws you back to Paul, who's still looking around at the papers and photos you've taped up and the cliche cat poster the company gifted everyone last year that's started to wear and tear at the edges.

“Is there… something I can help you with, Paul?” You question him, biting back a grimace as his ears turn a light red as he finally looks at you.

“Hm? Oh! Actually, yeah, I wanted to ask if you were free tonight? There's a… bar nearby if you want to get drinks after work?” He fidgets with the stack of folders in his arms, shifting from one foot to the other as he can't seem to meet your eye.

It's the third time he's asked this month.

“Paul…” You sigh, “I appreciate the invitation… but I can't. There's stuff I need to finish by the end of the week, and with more work being piled on top of that. I just- I don't have time to go out.”

The disappointment is evident in Paul's expression as he gives a tight-lipped smile, “right. I'll… let you get back to work then.”

“Yeah…” You drift off, slowly turning back to your computer as Paul shuffles to the next cubicle, his voice notably less energetic than before.

Sighing, you go back to typing away on your computer, the hours of the work day passing by without you. Though, your own words keep echoing in your mind and distract you from work.

I don't have time to go out.

It's an unfortunately true statement. Ever since you got this corporate job for Joja Mart, you just haven't had time to spend on anything else. Oftentimes staying late at the office to finish a report, or taking the work home when the janitors eventually had to lock up the building for the night. Though the mountain of work does come with a generous pay, enough to pay for your rent and groceries and then some. Money saved up for the off chance you did get time to go out, go to the mall or a bar, but that day has yet to come.

Fortunately, the company graced you with some paid vacation time for your hard work, allowing you to fly back home for your grandfather's funeral. Long expected but still unfortunate, he was somehow always the optimist, telling everyone around strive for a long life like he had, strive for a happy life like he lived.

And while he gave everyone else in the family small trinkets and heirlooms, you received an envelope with your name written on it and a small note.

‘Open when you want a new start’

The envelope sat heavy in your bag on the trip back, and now sits waiting in the top drawer of your desk, your curiosity of what's inside still hot on your mind as you pull open the drawer.

The envelope sits atop a stack of graphs and old papers, a crimson red seal plastered to the front with an unfamiliar emblem, a sort of peace sign looking symbol you've never seen before.

The note written above the seal calls out to you, ‘a new start’ drawing your curiosity out even more as you pick up the envelope. Using your office scissors, you carefully open the envelope and pull out the paper folded inside.

Seeing the handwritten makes you smile softly, the neat print your grandfather seemed to have perfected being a bit shaky and smudged from his old age.

‘So, my dear, you want to start anew, huh? A change of scenery? Fortunately, I didn't leave you with just a silly old letter while the others got gifts. I own a plot of land in Pelican Town that I'm leaving to you. It's an old farm I used to live on when I was about your age and moved away from home, needing a change in scenery. Take good care of the place for me, will ya? The residents of the town knew me well, I'm sure they'll be happy to hear you're coming to town. The number at the bottom will call an old friend of mine, let him know you're on the way and he'll take care of you. With love, your old pa

Jack: xxx-xxx-xxxx’

It was a stretch, moving to a town that was over a seven hour bus ride away, packing up all your belongings from your apartment and saying goodbye to the company that's paid your monthly living expenses for the past few years; all to live on a farm that would become your only source of income, selling the fruits of your labor and not knowing anyone in town.

The bus wasn't as comfortable as you were hoping, but you could lay across the row of seats since there weren't many other people, and no one who was on the same journey as you're on. It was nice watching the world go by in the comfortable silence of the bus.

The bustle of the city and slowness of the traffic opened up to calm suburbs and residential areas, a park passing by every so often with children and dogs running around with parents watching over them; which all faded to the quiet of the countryside, rolling hills of grass and the occasional spotting of trees, it was then you drifted off to sleep to the lull of the bus driving and lack of bright lights.

The next time your eyes open, you're still driving and now you're going through a mountainous area. There's a few people on the bus again, all sticking to themselves until the bus stops at a town, though not the one you're going to as the doors close and the bus driver heads back onto the road.

It's only when you go through a tunnel and pop out the other side you start to feel like you're getting close. The scenery is starting to clear and open up more, and just as you look out the window you drive past a sign signaling the next stop to be Pelican Town.

Seeing the sign sends a jolt through you, realization of what you're doing settling in as you look down at your luggage stuffed under the seat. It dawns on you, you just threw away the security of the life you had to move a day away from anyone you knew and potentially lose everything you have, all because you couldn't stand your office job anymore.

“Pelican Town,” the bus driver's voice shocks you to focus, seeing you've stopped at a bus stop with the town's welcome sign outside.

“Right… thanks,” anxiety crawls through you as you grab your bags, giving the driver a nice tip before stepping off the bus with a shaky breath.

And before you can change your mind, the doors close behind you and the bus is taking off again. Without you.

Looking around, the bus stop is nice, unexpectedly away from the main town. Instead it's in a nice fenced area, a few trees, benches, and a paved path leading out of the area. It looked more like a rest stop than the entrance to a town.

Even more to your surprise, a voice calls out to you from the paved path. “Hey! I knew I heard the bus come by, you must be Samuel's grandkid, right?”

A tall woman approaches you with a kind smile, her white locks pulled back into a tight ponytail as she brushes off the sleeves of her dark green jacket.

“Uhm… yeah, I am,” you nod shyly, tightening your grasp on your bag as the woman greets you up close.

“I'm Sojourn. Jack said you'd be coming to town soon. C'mon, I'll show you to your grandpa's old place.”

Without saying much, you follow Sojourn down the path, taking a right at the fork and following until you see another fence up ahead and a large cabin-like home comes into view.

“Here it is,” Sojourn hums, opening the gate onto the property. “It's seen some better days, or years, but it's all yours now.”

Your eyes are wide as you take in the plot of land. Trees are everywhere, though not dense enough to make it a forest, weeds and miscellaneous plants fill the ground and leave little room to move around. Large logs and fallen over trees and rocks litter about the area. A large pond near the gate is filled with lily pads and overgrown roots, but would make a nice place for fish to live in once cleaned up.

The only part the seemed to be taken care of was the small area near the gate and house, clear of bushes and weeds and any overgrowth.

“We took some time fixing up the house for you, though most of the old furniture was rotten and broken down so we had to get rid of it,” Sojourn explains. “But, we got you a new bed, dining table, fixed up the fuse box and got you a new TV. It's only the essentials, but we didn't want you left with nothing on your first night.”

“Wow…” You can't help but stare up at the house, seeing it's bigger than your childhood home. “Did… Grandpa build this place?”

“From the ground up, though he had some help,” a man comes out of the house, the door swinging fully open. You recognize his voice as Jack's from when you called him a week ago, the night you had opened the envelope. Jack closes the door behind him, before properly greeting you with a warm smile. “Good to meet you, kid. After I heard what happened with Sam, I hoped he mentioned this place to someone, or at least sold it to someone so it didn't go to waste. Glad to see he kept it in the family though.”

“I don't think anyone in our family knew about this place,” you admit, unable to recall any stories about a farm from your grandfather.

“Sounds likely,” Jack chuckles. “Old coop didn't tell us he had kids, let alone grandkids, until he was too old to make the trip out here. Got his letters about your entire family about a year ago.”

“That's when Jack wanted to start cleaning up this place,” Sojourn adds. “Kept coming out here by himself and disappearing all day. Found him out here all tuckered out from pulling weeds and decided to help him out.”

Jack sighs, looking across the plot of land, “don't know how he took care of this place by himself. Took us a year to just freshen up this much. But he had rows of crops planted year round, and had everything nice and organized. Too bad the old barn and coops all rotted away, the greenhouse took plenty of weather damage too.”

The thought makes a weight sink in your stomach, the anxiety of your situation surfacing again, the realization of your new life coming to light.

Just as you start to look around in a panic, a warm hand lands on your shoulder, Sojourn speaking with a sincere kindness, “if you need help with anything, don't hesitate to ask. Once you've settled into the house, we can introduce you to some people in town who can help spruce this place up. I'm sure Satya and Zarya wouldn't mind planning out a new chicken coop and barn for the future.”

“Torbjorn can take a look at Sam’s old tools and fix them up for you too,” Jack adds with a nod. You look between them, names going over your head as you focus on the fact that there's an entire town of people your grandfather knew, yet never mentioned to your family

“Why don't you settle in for now, get used to the place, work on the landscape if you feel ready for it,” Sojourn suggests to you, realizing you're still carrying your luggage, and have yet to see inside your new home.

“There's a box with some farming supplies inside. For now, don't worry about paying for food, stop by the general store or the tavern whenever you need to eat. Once you start growing crops, you can sell them to the general store to start your income. Just know, you gotta work to get paid, just like your grandpa did. So work hard on your farm, kid,” Jack rubs the top of your head, ruffling your hair up before he leaves with Sojourn, letting you go inside to settle into your new life.

The moment you go inside, you drop your bags and fall back on to the bed, thankful for how soft it is as you sink into the covers. The strain of sitting and laying on a bus seat for so long puts a strain on your spine, the pain easing away as you stare up at the ceiling, contemplating what to do next.

You'd never worked on a farm before, let alone ran one on your own. You had some experience in taking care of plants thanks to your mother and her backyard garden, and your grandfather used to let you watch him make things in his garage, he had shown you how to use his power tools and how to put together pieces of wood. You had the knowledge of what to do, but not the experience enough to make it your lifestyle, your new way of living.

It seemed that had to change then.

Sitting up, you look around the open space, finding the box of supplies Jack had talked about. Inside of it you find old tools; an ax, hoe, watering can, and pickaxe; a large bag of fertilizer, and packets of parsnip seeds.

It's a start, and you manage to carry the supplies outside to the open patch of land in front of the house.

Getting a hold on the tools was a bit awkward to get used to, and having to dig through the lily pads to fill the watering can was a close call to falling into the pond, but by the time the sun began to set you stand in front of a plot of planted seeds, all watered and fertilized to grow fast and well.

And the first call of an owl makes you slouch and yawn, already feeling sore from the extensive physical activity you haven't experienced since taking your old office job. Barely conscious as you shower and change into pajamas, you slide into the new bed, feeling like heaven under your exerted body, the blanket providing a warm comfort as you easily drift off to the sounds of nighttime bugs and critters.

[aprillikesthings]

YAY I'M OFF WORK until Monday

IT'S TIME FOR MORE SHE-RA REWATCH

s2 ep6 Light Spinner

just read the synopsis on the wikipedia episode list and Oof this one is going to be hard

Edit: oof I jumped around a lot, including mentions of the bible, my fave art, other cartoons and (predictably, for an episode about Shadow Weaver) my own history as a child abuse survivor and my dad dying. So, uh, you've been warned?

okay

let's do this

do they mention why she covers her face at this point? I forget

okay so true story and totally off topic but I get distracted every time Micah's name is mentioned because my favorite verse of the Bible is from the book of Micah. It's the fave verse of a lot of people lol I'm not unique. But yeah, Micah 6:8:

He has shown you, O mortal, what is good. And what does the Lord ask of you, But to do justice, and to love kindness, And to walk humbly with your God?

I've half-joked for years now that if enough of your childhood report cards say any variation on "They have so much potential if they'd only apply themselves" you should get diagnosed with ADHD without further questions.

Hordak: why is Shadow Weaver still fucking HERE Catra: bc I like getting a chance to taunt her >:3 I MEAN, uh, she's a good source of information? Hordak: she needs to get to Beast Island, I don't like having her around she knows too damn much Catra: but she can't actually do anything without her fancy-ass magic rock

*power goes out*

Entrapta: ha ha WHOOPSIE Catra: wtf are you DOING

Hordak: stop bothering my girlfriend Catra: wtf??? Entrapta: Entrapta: uhhhhh did I interrupt something Hordak: no it's fine bb don't worry about it <3 Hordak: ANYWAY Catra get that witch to tell you shit and then GET RID OF HER or I'LL GET RID OF YOU Catra: >:(

In all seriousness I remember watching this episode and thinking: lol omg are they ship-baiting this???

And then the usual culprits did the "yOu cAnT sHiP tHaT" and I started reblogging content of it out of sheer fucking spite. Also at least one writer for the show is like "y'all Entrapta is in her late 20's/early 30's" and--wait hold on I know there's screenshots from twitter of the same person:

But yeah stuff in later seasons made me cackle with laughter because it's not even subtle. At all.

Anyway you gotta be careful about spite-shipping. That's how I ended up having a lot of feelings about Jaspis from SU, ha ha WHOOPS

jfc this and a previous line (talking about "gifted students") and it's like...why are y'all having her quote all the shit my teachers said trying to encourage me and only traumatizing me.

mmmm don't like that

I know I keep harping on how textbook of an abuser she is, but I love that the clues were there already. This is the kind of shit abusers do! Look at how controlling and possessive she is, but in a way that outsiders will just see as "she's a very invested/involved teacher."

gahhhhhh

plot plot plot the Horde is already invading, the Princesses are useless against them, our leaders aren't doing SHIT, anyway the sorcerers are meeting tomorrow and I hope they let me boss them around into agreeing with me

this shot of the moons over Etheria reminds me of one of my fave artists--these pieces are layered resin, and I keep meaning to buy some prints of theirs. (One day I want to own an original. ;_; I love the way they use colors and the layers and just the daydreamy vibes of so much of their work.)

(More of their stuff here)

plot plot Scorpia and Catra talk about how Catra doesn't want to send Shadow Weaver to Beast Island and Scorpia is surprised Beast Island is real and not a scary story they tell kids

Catra: but but but Shadow Weaver can tell us shit!

Scorpia: anyway I thought you hated her??? Catra: you wouldn't understand >:(

I understand. I hate that I understand it. UGH.

plot plot Light Spinner tries to convince the sorcerers that the Horde is a threat, and points out they've taken the Black Garnet, and says let's cast a big spell together and GET SOME POWERRRR

Sorcerer dude: that spell is FUCKED, absolutely not [for real the way he talks about it sounds kiiiinda like The One Ring] Light Spinner: fuck yOU

OH so I didn't quote it but Catra says the same line earlier, about Hordak: "After everything I've done he still doesn't trust me"

Catra is trying to save Shadow Weaver's life and Shadow Weaver is like...meh. But hey can you bring me an old trinket that's of sentimental value? I will never ask you to do anything else.

[I am Suspicious.]

back in time, Light Spinner manipulates Micah into doing the Big Scary Spell with her, they accidentally unleash a hORRIFYING MONSTER

(I'm suddenly reminded of the last two episodes of Gravity Falls. It never ceases to amuse me that Alex Hirsch was told he couldn't do all kinds of totally innocent things, but he could have, well, the shit in the last two episodes. I remember telling my then-boyfriend that the intro of those last episodes had shots that looks like actual nightmares I've had)

Oh also the flailing disembodied hands remind me of some of the early episodes about the Cluster in Steven Universe. Remember Garnet finding some of the early fusion experiments made with broken bits of gems?

Aaugh.

(Also remember when Peridot was still kinda spooky and scary?)

OKAY SORRy wow I'm distracted tonight.

yeah that didn't work so great

And that's what messed up Shadow Weaver's face, and she throws a fit at everyone and calls them "weak" and uhhh murders at least one of them?

face-touching! the only way she's able to show any affection at all...but only ever to manipulate people in her charge. anyway she disappears after that.

Catra is not going to get a satisfying answer. One of the reasons it was a relief when my dad died was that I could let go of ever having any hope of him explaining to any kind of satisfaction why he did what he did. (He did apologize, once; in the most manipulative and self-serving way possible, when I was 35--at the time I thought maybe it meant something, but eventually I realized he'd actually made things worse, because he'd taken away any belief I might've clung to that he didn't know any better at the time.)

In any case, Shadow Weaver's answer is basically "You're just like me, and my life was hard, so why should yours be easy?" Like that old line about how people who suffer through hard things have one of two reactions: Either "why shouldn't you also suffer, you're not better than me," and "nobody should have to suffer like I did."

;_;

I understand Catra so much. You still want that love. You can't not. You know you won't get it, not the way you need it, and you settle for a facsimile.

I'm gonna throw myself into the sun

And then we go back in time to see the arrival of baby!Adora, like as an actual infant. They don't say where she got her.

Hordak: "I arrived too late. I found something but it's useless. Put it with the other infants in the infirmary."

"It." bleh.

Shadow Weaver: hmmm that's one powerful baby. Hordak: ugh, weirdo. You can have it. But ffs it's being noisy take it somewhere else.

Shadow Weaver's just like: oh sweet I get to start from scratch with this one.

Anyway under her tray of food that Catra brought her was her sorcerer's guild...thing. That she asked for earlier in the episode. Which means Catra did bring it to her.

And Shadow Weaver's gone.

This explains part of why Catra gets worse for the next like two seasons. She tried to extend a kindness to Shadow Weaver--keeping her from being sent to Beast Island, giving her the trinket thing, offering to work together since Shadow Weaver thinks they have so much in common, right? But it bites her in the ass so bad.

So why should she be kind to anyone? When has anyone been kind to her? When has Catra being kind to anyone ever improved her life or made it easier?

But yeah the trinket had some kinda magic dust in it and Shadow Weaver escaped, and Catra had a (very understandable) meltdown about it.

Back in Bright Moon, the Best Friends Squad is using the moon alignment to get a clearer signal on Bow's track pad: "Serenia. Portal. Mara." AAAAND end of episode.

Yeah I was right. That was a rough one.

[caffeinatedknives]

Sunday Currently // Vol. 09

I don’t know why but for some reason, maybe this Sunday is different. I don't know, but guess what? I finally have the energy to post this entry online. Yes, this post is my The Sunday Currently Vol. 9. Please don’t look for the Vols. 1-8, I'm too lazy to post them here. Let's not be stuck in the past, shall we? Move on na lang tayo. Lol

Anyway, here's what's currently going on with me.

==CURRENTLY==

Reading  -- Unfortunately, I'm still stuck on my reading slump that I still cant even manage to finish reading Agatha Christie's The Mysterious Affairs At Styles. I actually tried reading a couple of webtoon on my phone but I can only last reading for 5 to 10 mins. I really don’t know but I feel too lazy to read lately.

Writing  -- Apart from writing on my bullet journal and this Sunday's entry, I have not made any other writing at all.

Listening  -- Yong Junhyung's "Too Much Love Kills Me". This may be an old song, but  damn I still love it as much as  when I first listened & fell in love to it years ago.

Watching  -- Spent a good half of my day watching Trigun. Yeah, that anime from the late 90's. I'm still on my anime nostalgia phase that's why I'm into watching old anime such as Trigun. I'm almost halfway through the series. After this, I prolly will watch Sailor Moon next or just continue watching Gundam Wing

Thinking  -- I'm not actually thinking about something in particular at the moment. It's still Sunday, I  just want to enjoy my weekend, worry-free..   

Smelling  -- The faint scent of my perfume I sprayed to myself hours earlier.

Wishing  -- A  stress-free work week, please... If only that is even possible at all..  *sigh*

Hoping  -- Better week than the last. Feel ko naman this is possible, tomorrow is payday. Starting a week on a payday is already a good start for a good week, right?

Loving   -- Today's is just an ordinary day. I think that’s enough reason to love this day

Wanting   -- more time please.  There's so much to do yet so little time left then it will be a busy work week again.. Hay….

Needing  -- I really should start my personal projects now: diet, learning Korean (& dance) and saving up for concerts ---> still the same from last week, because nothing was actually started so far, except for setting up my new blog on Tumblr.

Feeling  -- A bit lazy to do anything, actually. I even feel lazy to feel anything. It's as if my feelings went weekend mode too or something.

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Oh well, that's about it for my Sunday. It's just an ordinary day. Hopefully by next week, I'll be here again as well to continue this. Bye for now. --Knives. :)

**cover photo credits**

Photo by Holly Stratton on Unsplash

[eunoiaflow3r]

not ur friend

spencer reid x reader

aaron hotchner x reader

part two - part three

a/n: haven’t written for spence in a while lol. hope you guys like it. wow...and i wrote him as an ass. bahahaha what am i going through i’m so sorry.

warning(s): language. angst. not proofread. will be mistakes.

word count: 1.8k

request(ed): no.

summary: y/n overhears something she shouldn’t have. this conversation alters her relationship.

not ur friend by jeremy zucker.

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Hang up, if you ever think of calling me up. Not afraid to say it, darling.

3 days.

It’s been an entire weekend of you ignoring Spencer and his ever intruding phone calls. This wouldn’t have been a big deal except for the fact that this felt like a breakup. Your head and heart was treating this like you were in a relationship and he made it painfully clear that you weren’t.

It was quiet in your apartment. The television was off, the radio was silent, the heater had paused and even the refrigerator wasn’t making the usual silent buzz noise it made. The deafness of it all allowed the conversation you heard friday night play over and over again through your ached head.

Friday 11:37 pm.

“So Reid...” you picked up your phone when it rang and read Spencer’s name across the screen. It wasn’t like him to call so late but you picked up anyway. When it was a muffled Morgan’s voice you heard instead of Spencer’s you realized he hadn’t even meant to call you at all.

“How’s your girlfriend?”

You just knew all eyes were on him. Spencer Reid was very private about his social life. It was rare he even told you about anything he’d been up to. He just wasn’t one for small talk. The fact that you just knew they were talking about you made you press your phone harder into your ear even though you weren’t even sure you should have been listening.

“Oh y/n? Yeah she’s definitely not my girlfriend.”

This stung. There wasn’t even a label or anything that you guys put on it, but usually when Spencer would talk about his romantic relationships he’d get nervous and stuttery and try to change the subject. Spencer’s voice was clear and steady. Zero hints of nervousness and bashfulness. He was serious.

“Really?” This was Emily now, you could recognize her voice. “You guys seem like pretty close friends if you know what I mean.” Her tone was laced with humor but Spencer’s was far from joking.

“No. I wouldn’t call us friends either. She’s just someone I visit. Like y’know...how you would a grandmother.”

A grandmother? He compared you to a grandmother? He said visiting you was like visiting a grandmother?? You could feel the tears in your eyes. You really thought Spencer was a good guy. Why would he say something so rude? Something so hurtful about the person he was sleeping with.

It wasn’t a friends with benefits. You guys had agreed on that, but you weren’t dating either. You had met him at a museum and ever since then you two had behaved as if a couple would. The only difference was that you weren’t public. You weren’t posting pictures, or gushing over how cute you thought your “boyfriend” was to your friends. And you were fine with that. Labels are constricting. You were glad not to have them except when he decided to say he barely knew you at all and compared you to a grandmother.

“Damn.” Morgan sounded impressed. “Does she know that?”

“Maybe.” Spencer paused. “There’s nothing really romantic about our relationship. To be honest, she can be a bit needy at times and it’s suffocating.”

He paused again.

“I’m actually thinking of breaking things off. She wants more and I just don’t like her that way.”

Sorry, I'm not sorry if it hurts. I don’t mean to make it worse.

This is where you hung up. Your tears never stopped flowing. How dare he? How dare he say you were needy and suffocating? You rarely asked him for anything, and didn’t bother him with things at all. You knew he was a busy person. A busy and hardworking person. You never tried to ask him for more than he was willing to give. Ever. It hurt your heart to think he was playing you the whole time.

It hurt to think that all the “I adore you’s” and “I think I’m in love with you’s” were all fake. You were pretty sure with the way things were headed that you and Spencer would have much more than just a relationship. Much more than sex and cuddles. But a meaning - an understanding.

Spencer was your comfort. Your safe place. The person you’d go to if you were hurting, or in trouble. You were his. Countless times he came to your house and cried to you about the stress from his job. He’d hold you and tell you all about his day and what more he wished he could have done.

You’d buy him his favorite food and he’d cuddle you to sleep only to wake you up in the morning with kisses and great morning sex. To hear all of that meant basically nothing to him tore your heart to pieces.

It made you want to throw up. Had you wasted your time? Had he felt this way the entire time and you just never noticed because you hoped he felt the same? Were there signs that you missed? Something you could have done to prevent yourself from falling this hard for someone who didn’t care?

But you thought he cared.

Spencer was the most caring, empathetic person you’d ever met in your life. He was so understanding in a way no one could ever get.

I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.

This is why you thought that maybe this is why he tried to hide you. Maybe he just was afraid of his friends not liking you, or afraid of someone from where he worked would try to hurt you. You prayed this was the case. You hoped and cried that this was the reason he’d ever let those words leave his mouth.

The reason you couldn’t believe this though is something understandable.

He had never, ever, called you anything other than his friend, and never wanted to go out.

He told you it was because he was protecting you, but he never wanted to even meet your friends. And when you talked about a guy or introduced him to one, he’d get upset and say something like, “Yeah well he seems perfect for you anyway. Not like we’re a thing - do what you want.”

And your brain tried to rationalize this as protection. The more you thought about it the more the other part of your brain screamed manipulation. You tried to ignore it but is that what was happening? Had he been manipulating you the entire time and you just never knew it?

If he was protecting you he wouldn’t call you needy. He wouldn’t not even bother to look at your friends. He wouldn’t feel the need to hide you from the entire world and lie about it in such a - douchebag way.

This hurt you though. His team can call out a liar faster than anyone and they would have said something if they thought he was lying. They would have defended you. The wouldn’t have egged him away and joked about you like you were some embarrassing one night stand.

You expected respect and decency and got dishonesty and asshole attitudes instead.

After the weekend of pitying yourself you realized you needed to stop. This wasn’t your fault. He has issues of his own. Issues he needs to work out and come to terms with on his own. Why should you feel anything for a man trying to hide you? Lying to you? Lying to his friends ABOUT you. Reassuring yourself helped but didn’t help the ache in your heart.

Were you ready for this? Were you ready to throw it all away? After all it could just be a misunderstanding. A misinterpretation. It could be your fault. Maybe you were clingy.

No.

No. Absolutely not. You weren’t going to try to defend his actions.

Right now, there's not much that we agree on. Sit down, if you need someone to lean on.

You called him.

“Hello?” he answered right away. “Where have you been are you okay? I was gonna come over and check.”

“Don’t come over.” You cleared your throat and blinked away tears.

“Then please come to mine. I have to talk to you, I missed you.”

He still has no idea. He doesn’t have a clue what you overheard on the phone. All the pieces of the puzzle you put together. All that you’ve realized in the past 3 days.

You rolled your eyes. Any other day you’d think his obliviousness was adorable but right now it only made you want to punch him in his stomach for lying to you and wasting your time.

“I’ll be over to give you your things.”

And you hung up.

That was so hard for you to do and you had hot wet tears running down your face to prove it. No matter how many times you tried to brush them away they just kept on going down.

Fuck him.

A shower and a change of clothes later you were finally ready to see him.

Honest, if I'm coming to your place, it's to say it to your face...

In your car you tried to talk yourself out of it. You told yourself to just forget the phone call over happened and just go back to the way things were. At least you here happy then...at least...sort of. You were okay. You were happy with him. The time you spent with him was enjoyable but you were tired of being his therapist. You were tired of being his dirty mistress. You didn’t want to be lied to or lied about. You were over it.

When you got there he rushed you in the house and looked down at you confusingly.

You had never been inside his place. The only time you were ever really here was when you were inside waiting in the car so that he could change his shirt.

“I thought you were coming tomorrow?”

“I came now to give you your things.”

“JJ will be here soon, you should probably leave. Why did you bring this stuff?”

“They’re yours. They shouldn’t be at my place.”

He looked confused but took the box from your hands anyway.

“I’m leaving.” You simply said and turned towards the door. The sooner you were out the better.

“Can I at least have a kiss?” Spencer asked in the cute voice he knew you liked.

You closed your eyes. “Sorry Reid, but no. I don’t want to seem needy or suffocating, ya’know? Makes it easier to break things off.”

Color drained from his face as he realized what you were talking about. He couldn’t even come up with an excuse other than a - “No, baby I -“

You put your palm in the air facing him telling him to stop.

“It’s okay. I was just someone you visited...like a grandmother. You shouldn’t miss me too much. We’re not even friends, right?”

You walked out of the house.

You walked out on him. Your heart was beating out of your chest. He was always the one to leave. He was always the one to say goodbye.

I've decided that I'm not your fucking friend.

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taglist: @hotchsbabygirl @pinkdiamond1016 @thefemalestorywriter @sizzlingclamturtlesludge @samyilf123

[dizzydancingdreamer]

Ignorant | Steve Rogers

Wow I was really going through it with this one, huh? I think I listened to Bring Me To Life by Evanescence for the entire two hours it took to write this. I never write this fast-- I'm really going through it LOL! I hope you enjoy lovelies! It's the first Steve fic for Dinner at DIzzy's!

Appetizers (Tags): Angst

Entres (Pairing): Nomad!Steve Rogers x F!Reader (Third Person)

Sides (Prompts): 3: “Apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others.”

Notes: This has a ton of swearing, Requested by Anon

Word Count: 1.8k

Dinner at Dizzy’s Master List

“Just because you’re the leader here doesn’t mean you have the right to be an asshole, Steve!” Y/n hisses at the man, fists balled at her side.

She’s not going to swing. She would never swing on him— at least she doesn’t think she would— but right now she’s so damn close. All day he’s been pushing her around, yelling at her for the slightest trip ups. Yelling at all of them. She understands that being fugitives isn’t easy but holy shit can the man chill out for five minutes? She fell asleep in the backseat of the car for five fucking minutes! Certainly that doesn’t warrant the hour tongue lashing she just got. It does, however, warrant her retaliation.

He takes a step towards her, face twisted in a snarl unlike anything she’s ever seen before. “Watch your language!”

She doesn’t back down— she’s not scared of him. “Don’t fucking yell at me then! Stop being a dick!”

She doesn’t feel bad for the insult or the way he flinches, his eyes darkening immensely. She had tried to politely ask him for space thirty minutes ago and he didn’t give her any. If he gets to blow off steam or whatever the fuck he’s doing than so will she.

“I’ll stop being a dick when you get some common sense!”

Steve’s raising his own voice now, getting right in her face, and she only pushes forward, her cheeks filling with heat and her stomach clenching painfully. The audacity of this man is incredible. His usual light eyes are a deep navy color now, almost black from his blown pupils. He looks crazy— she doesn’t doubt that she does as well. She would bet money that she looks insane.

“I fell asleep for five fucking minutes and Sam was right fucking next to me! What the fuck is your problem?” She’s doing it on purpose now— if he doesn’t want her to swear then that’s all she’s going to do.

Maybe it’s the triple F-bomb that has the sound of feet pounding against concrete echoing through their shoddy apartment. Maybe it’s just the yelling in general. Either way it’s a good thing that Natsaha and Sam come sprinting in from the other room of the two room complex because if they hadn’t then she’s sure her fist would be cracking against the jaw of Captain Douchebag right now.

“Woah, woah, woah— what the hell’s going on in here?” Sam is quick to get in the middle of them, pushing the super soldier to one end of the room while Nat yanks on y/n’s hoodie. “We could hear you idiots from the stairwell.”

Y/n struggles against Nat for a moment, vision tinted red at the edges. From across the room Steve glares at her, seething. She can practically feel the hatred pouring off of him. It stings at her chest, biting into her veins. He would have kept yelling at her if they hadn’t stopped him, she just knows it. She wishes he would so she could scream back— her stomach and muscles are still tight and she’s aching to lay into him some more. She barely even started and now she feels like she’s about to bubble over.

“Seriously—” Nat tugs again and y/n stops fighting, opting instead to glower at the blonde from across the room— “What’s gotten into you two? You’re supposed to be the responsible ones!”

Steve tears his arm from Sam’s hold but doesn’t clear the space between them. “Why don’t you ask y/n—” he tilts his head, sneering again— “What was it you said ten minutes ago? Oh yeah— apparently I’m volatile, self-obsessed, and don’t play well with others.”

Why that little fucking— “Don’t put fucking words in my mouth!”

She storms past Natasha, dodging her arm as it flies out— you’re not the only trained markswoman here Nat. Steve does the same, bowling past Sam easily to meet her in the middle of the room.

“Why not? It’s what you meant right?” He’s in her face again, breath hot on her face, and she only retaliates by fuming right back.

She feels like a dragon facing down her enemy— she’s ready to burn the entire building down if it means lowering him a peg or five.

“Actually it wasn’t but now it is you narcissistic dick.”

She can feel Natasha start to pull on her hoodie again but she’s not done— not now. Not when she’s just gotten started.

“You just can’t handle hearing the truth y/n— you can’t handle it when I tell you what you did was wrong. That you could have gotten us fucking killed with your ignorance—”

Her veins flood with fire, her lips curling into a painful scowl. In that moment everything turns slow, her heartbeat a dull thump, thump, thump in her ears, drowning out the rest of his sentence. The only thing that gives away that he’s still speaking is his mouth moving, his teeth bared and ready to be knocked out.

Oh so she’s ignorant now is she? Yeah well fuck you Rogers!

This time the only thing that stops her fist from slamming into Steve’s jaw is Sam catching it mid air, her knuckles slapping off his palm and bringing the sounds in the room rushing back to her at full force. She stumbles back with the impact but the soldier catches her, steadying her on her feet with a worried look in his soft brown eyes. It feels like she’s been underwater for days, her ears popping painfully as she gasps for breath.

“—s enough Steve!” When y/n blinks Nat is shoving her palm against the super soldier’s chest. “You need to back the hell off!”

She doesn’t realize until her eyelashes stick to her cheeks that they’re wet. That she’s crying. The sobs catch up to her when it registers, wracking through her with a force strong enough to have her whole body shaking. Sam is the first to notice, reaching out for her but she backs away, shaking her head. The room falls silent, three pairs of eyes now trained on her but she’s only looking at one pair of wide blue ones. Steve’s chest is heaving up and down, a cross between a feral and a confused look slathered across his features.

The look ignites the last of the dying spark inside her, her hand landing against her chest, wrapping around the dog tags hanging off her neck and yanking until she hears a snap. She waits for the chain to pool in her hands before she whips the metal across the room, hitting him square in the chest with a roar that’s more animal than human tearing from her throat— you wanted flames and now you’re going to get them.

“I’m ignorant? Me? Did you ever stop to ask yourself why the fuck I fell asleep today?” She slips her hands into her hair, tugging so hard on the roots that her scalp feels like it’s burning. “How about because last night you came back from scouting three hours late and looking like you got mauled by a fucking bear? And I asked you what happened and you wouldn't tell me a goddamn thing! You— Mister fucking super serum whatever the fuck! You just went to bed and I spent the rest of the night listening to you gasp for air! Not knowing if the shit was even working or if I was going to wake up to you gone! I—”

Her voice cracks and she curses, scraping her wrist across her face to wipe away some of the hot tears pooling down her cheeks. They feel like trails of lava melting her skin as they rush over her jaw and drip onto the floor. Steve’s face has morphed completely during the span of her rant, his mouth falling open, lips no longer busted open like they had been last night but still horrifying to look at right now. She knows he wants to say something— maybe he even wants to apologize— but there’s no fucking way she’s letting him. She’s not finished yet.

“I spent all night wondering if I was going to lose you! That I would wake up and have nothing! You’re my everything and I thought you were going to die and you wouldn’t tell me anything. So yeah, I guess I’m ignorant! Fuck you too.”

Her throat is raw by the time she’s done spitting the words at him, her head fuzzy from a lack of oxygen and her waning rage. It’s giving way too quickly to sadness— to the agonizing kind of heartbreak that has all her organs seemingly shutting down. Her face is sticky and itchy and she needs to get away from him right now.

She turns to meet the stunned faces of Sam and Nat, swallowing hard and wincing at the way her esophagus stings. She’s not going to have a voice at all tomorrow— or for the next week at this rate. Sam’s eyes look like they’re going to pop out of his head from how wide they are, his mouth open but— like Steve— no words are coming out. She flicks her eyes to Nat who, thankfully, springs into action, nodding her head to the door, the question clear in her eyes— want to get the fuck out of here? Y/n doesn’t answer, she just starts walking.

It’s in that moment that Steve snaps out of his stupor, racing to catch her at the door, warm hand curling gently around her wrist. She doesn’t even give herself a second to enjoy it— to fall into his touch and forget the agony in her chest— before she’s ripping her arm away from him, cradling it against her chest and backing away from him.

“Baby I—” His face is tight, his light brows creasing the middle of his forehead.

She can see it— the regret. It carves across his face, tugging his lips into a frown and making his eyes glass over. Her chest squeezes at the sight, her own eyes coating with a fresh sheen of tears. She wants to wrap her arms around him— to tell him that she forgives him and that she loves him and that she’s scared— but he did this not her and before she knows it she’s taking another step back, shoulder bumping into Nat’s as she shakes her head.

“I’m sleeping with Nat tonight. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Night, Steve.”

Steve’s face falls, the first of his tears pooling down his now angelic face, and as she hesitates. Maybe she should— she feels a tug on her hand, glancing down to where Natasha’s slender fingers wrap around her forearm. She doesn’t have the strength to fight her comrade as she pulls her past the door frame.

As the super soldier falls from her line of sight all she can hear is Sam’s exhausted voice—

“Let her go, man.”

—and she breaks.

[third3yeblonde]

Another one bites the dust..

As in, another job I have failed to maintain. I hate myself for it but oh well. There's always other options, right? I blame my ADHD honestly. Fuck that part of me for real though.. Idk which is worse, having bipolar 1 disorder or having the shit show that is inattentive ADHD.. It makes basically every normal adult function you're just automatically supposed to know how to do.. Or be good at even, a struggle for me. Getting to work on time, etc.. It's not that I don't try. I really do, I just fail just as much, ha. Oh well, now to scour indeed and other sites for hopefully some kind of at home shit. Seriously. That way I don't even have to worry about leaving the fucking house. Honest to God, I don't know what else to do. I'm at a loss here, I've went through at least 7 or 8 jobs in the past year and I'm not even exaggerating.. I have a therapy appointment coming up, hoping to talk to Sara about how much I'm struggling.. Don't know if it will do any good but at least I'll be putting it out there. Also, the organization thats meant to help people like me get and keep jobs has ironically been calling me over and over here lately... lol... lightbulb much? I'll give her a call tomorrow. Either before I go to community service or while I'm on a break there.. Yeah, I'm also a criminal. But just in the slightest degree. Never been charged with anything more than a misdemeanor thank God and thank my mother. That's a story for another time though. I'm so happy right now I finally got myself a new laptop charger. So now I can get on here whenever I please and not have to worry about this damn thing dying on me.. Another thing I want to kind of research is.. going back to school possibly? I honestly really want to give it another try. We shall see I guess. Now that I'm on these newer meds hopefully they'll actually help make somewhat of a difference. I hope so. I really do. I'm begging God and the universe to just let me let myself get my foot in the door. SOMEWHERE. ugh. Oh k. Now to job search. Until next time, the non existent readers I have. lmao.

[solarsavoy]

🏅😈 !!

Thanks for the ask! 💙

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

I recently started changing up how I do things for my regularly posted fics. As most know, I'm a notorious procrastinator. One of the things that helps me write a 7k+ word chapter in just about a single day (expecting Magic Shuu ch5 to be like this tomorrow, and LIR ch 26 on Friday because I haven't even started that one yet 😑) is that I'll write out a synopsis of events. This makes it so it's easier to visualize where the chapter is going and I can make "edits" to make sure everything is included and covered even though I haven't actually written it yet. I'd rather just stop procrastinating, but doing this makes it so I stress less about hitting a writing block because I already have a list of events laid out. I highly recommend it. I've had much less trouble with writer's block lately because of it, and it tends to get the creative juices flowing a lot easier too.

In some of my posts, I'll mention in the end notes "unused lines". I usually get those from these synopses as I visualize what happens and they come to me and when I hit a block, I just focus on adding more details to the synopses, but not everything plays out the exact same way, like the unused lines. In the moment, they sounded good, but when I got there, I just couldn't use them. Not with it sounding natural. Anyway, I'm very proud of this because it's like a workaround for writer's block, and I'm really hoping it helps when Kristmas Karma II starts up. God, please don't let me put it off until the last second because I'll be writing like crazy 24/7 just to keep up with posting daily... sometimes multiple times. Oh, and the pictures. 🙄 Because my muse is fucking nuts. Oh yeah, and... *glares at tuuli. She knows why.* At least we're starting it now instead of later, lol.

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

I don't necessarily do it on purpose, but as a firm believer in following the story no matter where it goes, this sometimes leads to "bad endings", and sometimes I really love when it ends up tragic because I wonder how the readers will react. I do worry some people dislike me for it though. I mean, I like happy endings too, don't get me wrong, but everyone likes happy endings (except Hazama). When you have a bad ending, you find the readers that truly love the story over readers that just want a happy ending, and the prior tend to read a little closer, in a way. I'd say my work is generally divided into thirds. 1/3 is sickeningly sweet happy stories, 1/3 is horribly tragic, and the final third is left up to interpretation (i.e. In the Shadow of Death and ASR are technically here). I won't give examples of the happy/tragic ones because I feel those might be spoilers. 😏

Feel free to send in asks! I'll be answering anything from the WIP Wednesday ask game linked on my pinned post every Wednesday all day Wednesday! Feel free to ask the same questions again as well, because I feel like a lot of the answers will change frequently. ^^ Have a good day everyone! And thanks again for asking, bismuth. 💙

[slytherinbae88]

slipping through my fingers || T.H

summery: your life is shit, but with Tom it's so much better.

exclaimer: y/s/n = your sisters name., y/n/n = your nick name

on the call = Tom: italics you: bold

should i make a part 2?

w/c: 765

warnings: swearing, slight angst, fluff.

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it wasn't easy living in your household with your crazy mum and your stupid sister. I mean, your sister y/s/n, was annoying and would not leave you alone and your mum would always be nagging at you to do something around the house when she was just sat on her ass all day.

So, you did the only thing that could keep you sane: organise lunch with your best friend Tom.

Tom and his brothers, had been with you since you can remember. They wold always go out of their way to make sure you were ok.

Later that day you called up Tom to make sure he was free for when you were free so you could meet up for a cup of coffee.

ring, ring, ri-

hello y/n

hi Tommy

what's up?

nothing just my sister and mum being a pair idiots

well you can always come around here I'm sure the boys wouldn't mind

well, i actually called to ask if you would like to grab lunch this week?

uh, hold on let me check when I'm free.

Tom went off and asked his brothers if you could stay and if one of them could check his schedule.

Paddy hurried up to Toms' office to grab his planner. He went into the drawer to the left of his desk, third drawer down- that's where it usually is. Paddy thinks, now he has to look all around the office for it.

He went to the other side of the desk, maybe Tom put it in the wrong side by mistake and forgot to take it out later. He quickly hurried over to the other side of the desk and- it was locked? But Tom never kept anything form his brothers why would his drawer be locked. Paddy continued looking around the other places in the room.

Meanwhile, Tom was still on the phone with you:

well, paddy hasn't come back with my planner yet so i wouldn't know, sorry

It's okay, Tom, maybe another time then?

yeah, again I'm sorry I'll text you later if i am free

alright talk to you later then

okay, bye mate

And with that the call was ended you decided it was time to go to bed so you went upstairs into your room and put on New Girl on Netflix and went to sleep.

Meanwhile in the Holland Household...

''Paddyyyy, come here!!'' Tom shouted at the top of his lungs

''yes, Tom?'' Paddy came hurrying down the stairs ''why are your drawers locked in your office i couldn't find the planner''

''well- uh- that's none of your business'' Tom stuttered out which made Paddy suspicious.

''I know you're hiding something'' Paddy defended but Tom stood there like a lost puppy and didn't know what to say, he was in fact hiding something.

Tom had like you for a while now and he just didn't know how to tell you. In that drawer was full of all of the valentines cards he had bought planning on telling you he liked you, but lost hope and just shoved them in that drawer, and he was going to tell you tis valentines but you got busy with work and he decided he wouldn't burden you with all these new feelings he had developed.

''well- uh still it's none of your business. I can't even remember why i wanted you her now- uhh... you know what don't worry'' he said clearly embarrassed about his brother nearly finding out about his hidden feelings for you.

Later that night, Tom couldn't sleep so he texted you about the lunch you wanted to arrange.

Tommy💕😎: hey, y/n/n, I'm free any day I'll just cancel my plans lol xxx

y/n/n😘👌: it's so late why are you texting me at 3:14 lol xxx

Tommy💕😎: I'm sorry I'll text you later xxx

y/n/n😘👌: it's fine i can do tomorrow, or today xxx

Tommy💕😎: ok, well we can meet up at the coffee shop down town if you like? xxx

y/n/n😘👌: ok, 10 o' clock Yh? xxxx

Tommy💕😎: Yh, talk to you tomorrow ly xxxx

love you, he never said he loves you, maybe you should say it back, but would he find out you like him, ahhh mixed signalsss, just say it back.

y/n/n😘👌: ly too bye xxxx

fuck, shit, crap, fuck, does he hate you now oh shit he's typing...

Tommy💕😎: 💖💖💖

okay well try to get some sleep and then prepare yourself for tomorrow that's all you had to do...

[neo-culture-mafia]

My Peace (w.ykh)

the cutest boy ever

— Warnings: Bruises

— Genres: Fluffy, warm and overall adorable uwu.

— Words: 1.6k

— Summary: “He used to think he didn't deserve to be loved, and that the life he had was too dangerous for him to ever let anyone in. But you worked your way through his heart and proved him wrong, right when he thought he could never enjoy being wrong before.”

— Requested by @min-inu “I'm new to this blog (I love it) and I'm a huge fluff enthusiast 🥺 Can I request something with Lucas (+ female reader? I don't know if I have to specify) where he comes home from work late at night and he's stressed because a deal went wrong (or something else) but as soon as he sees the reader who is barely awake and waiting for him he feels calmer and she does things to cheer him up (lots of cuddles and kisses, maybe a cute date too). Also can I request more than once if it's not a problem?”

— A/N: I absolutely loved your request 🥺 I was craving for some Yukhei's content and didn’t even know it lol And please, feel free to send in more requests, okay? I hope you enjoy this!!

To say he was pissed was an understatement. When Lucas came back to the base and Kun put his eyes on him, he already knew Yukhei was about to explode. After he got in Neo Culture, Yukhei learned how to control his anger issue, but he still had problems with coping with failure.

“Can I give my reports to you tomorrow?” Yukhei asked, staring right at the floor, too afraid that he would explode at himself if he looked at his leader's disappointed expression. If only he knew Kun was way more worried than disappointed.

“You don't have to do this, you know?” Kun turned his chair so he would be staring at the window instead of Yukhei's face. “Avoid looking at me. Feeling shame at yourself. We'll manage to close that deal.”

“They attacked us. I don't think there's a deal to be considered anymore.” Yukhei murmured, closing his eyes and trying the hardest that he could to not start punching and kicking stuff around him. Neo Culture was the family he had never had. The feeling that he somehow had failed the only people who welcomed him do their own home was barely unbearable.

“We're all alive, aren't we?” Kun questioned, slightly turning his face to the side so he could look at the younger one behind him. Yukhei was still afraid to look at his leader, but as he managed to shily give him some attention, he was met with a warm smile coming from the older one. “Then, we'll figure out something. As long as we're together, we can achieve whatever we put our focus to.” He turned his chair back to its initial position, forcing Yukhei to stare at the floor again as he checked his wristwatch.“It's late. Don't worry about your reports, we can do this tomorrow. Go be with Y/N. She is in your dormitory.”

For the first time since he had entered the room, Yukhei face seemed to be no longer twisted by anger anymore, thanks to the mention of your name.

“She's here? I thought she was at home.” He looked right at Kun's eyes, making the leader's smile go even bigger from before. Young love was really adorable. “Yeah, she said something about not wanting to leave you alone after a tiring mission,” Kun added, grabbing a few papers and starting to go over them. He only looked at Yukhei again when he realized the young man was still sitting on his office’s chair. “... why are you not running there yet? Go! You're dismissed!” he exclaimed, pointing at the door and proceeding to laugh at the sight of Lucas running out of his office.

If before Lucas' heart was beating fast from anger, now his heart was beating fast at the thought of seeing you. Besides Neo Culture, the only person who allowed him to be himself with no judgments at sight was you. You had nothing to do with his lifestyle. You weren’t part of the mafia, and God forbids if you ever demonstrated any interest in the business. Yukhei's mind wouldn’t even know how to proceed with the constant feeling that he could lose you at any second.

The only thing that kept him from exploding when he was in the field was the thought of being in your arms again. He needed to come back and see that beautiful smile of yours one more time. And that’s the first thing his eyes started to look for after he had opened the door.

You were close to his desk, apparently taking some food out of plastic bags, and even if he was indeed almost dying from starving, his first impulse was to run and hug you from behind. Your perfume turning to be the only thing he could smell, blocking all of his senses from anything else that wasn't related to you. He could tell you were tired since your whole body almost jumped when he suddenly hugged you.

“You’re back!” You exclaimed with a smile on your face as you felt your boyfriend's face resting on your shoulder. He had his eyes closed and some bruises on his cheek, but he looked pretty much alive to you, and that was all that mattered. “Uh oh. We should take care of those. Sit on the bed, I prepared everything. Including food, but since I didn’t know if you preferred Mexican, Korean, or Japanese, I ordered them all.” You started to blab, hoping to get a smile from your playful boyfriend, but as he just stayed still, you began to worry. “Baby? What is it? Is everyone okay?” You asked, turning around to face him properly, being careful when touching his body.

As he opened his eyes to look at you, any words he could possibly say just disappeared at the sight of you. Your messy hair confirmed his suspicions that you had probably dozed off at some point of the night. Your swollen eyes tipped off that at some point you thought he wasn't coming back and then proceeded to cry. Your worried gaze confirmed how relieved you were for seeing him only with a few bruises. Your lips saying that you loved him made his smile finally appear as he realized how much he loved you. And he hated the thought that Neo Culture wasn't the only one who he failed tonight. He failed the person he loved the most in the entire world when he didn't show you how grateful he was for still being alive. For being by your side. His favorite and most loved place to be.

You were his personal place of peace. And you needed to know it.

“I love you. Oh God, I love you so much. I never thought I would love someone as much as I love you.” He pushed you a little so he could start pecking all over your face, making both of you giggle at his action. “You kind of scared me for a second.” You pushed him a little and smiled at how bright his face now looked. “There is nothing to worry about. Not when I’m with you.” He replied to you with the words he was actually saying to himself.

The world outside could wait. All the violence, gunshots, and uncertainty could wait. Now, he was with his personal gift from heaven. The one capable of bringing the best out of him. His one and only. His Everything.

“Look, I do appreciate all the kisses and stuff but I won't stop bothering you until you let me take care of your bruises.” You pecked his lips and then started to walk backward, holding both of your boyfriend's big hands, seeing the biggest smile appear to his face. “Okay doc, treat me.”

In a matter of seconds, you were sitting on your bed, having Lucas’ head laying on your lap as you cleaned his cheek bruises with a cotton pad. He had his eyes closed so he could just enjoy your touch, and as much as you loved seeing him relax, which rarely happened, you wanted to fill him in on what you did during the days he spent on mission. Especially when you knew he didn’t like to talk about the missions when he was tired.

"So, I met Mark's girlfriend." You started, causing Yukhei to look at you with a puzzled expression on his face. "Mark's girlfriend? What was she doing here?" "She came here to get a few papers. Something about her and Mark going on a vacation." You shrugged, gently closing Yukhei's eyes with your fingertips so you could clean the bruises on his eyelid. "We went out for a meal together. She reminds me so much of Mark, it's almost like they're the same person. No wonder she's dating him for four years, they really complement each other well." 

"They really do. I'm still waiting for the wedding invitation of those two." Yukhei commented, making you laugh at the situation your newest friend had told you. "Oh, you're gonna have to wait a little more then. Mark almost freaked out some days ago thinking that she wanted him to propose when she actually wanted to adopt a dog together!" Yukhei couldn't help but laugh at how Mark that sounded like. "That sounds like something Mark would do, for sure." 

"I know, right? He almost freaked her out too, she thought he wanted to break up or something." You added, putting two stitches on your boyfriend's worst bruises and letting your hand go and play with his messy silver hair. "I'm done. Now, we should get some food in that belly of yours." 

"What? No, right when it's starting to get good!" he whined, pouting like the big baby you knew he was. "You can take a shower first if you like, but if I know you enough, you're starving,” You pointed at the small desk full of delicious smelling food. "and that’s why I got your favorites. The burrito is smelling especially nice tonight." "You're unbelievably perfect, and that was the lowest punch ever, but I still love you anyway.” He stated, giving you a quick peck before getting up from the bed and running towards the desk. 

                                                            ...

"So, now that I'm no longer starving and smelling nice thanks to that cologne you gave, what do you say about..." Yukhei stopped himself from talking and drying his hair with a towel when he noticed your sleeping figure evolved in a warm blanket. 

I knew you were tired. Yukhei smiled at the view, silently giggling at his own thoughts. There weren't enough words to describe how much he appreciated all the effort you did to make him feel comfortable after missions. He knew you abdicated a lot from your life for the two of you to be together, things you thought you couldn't live without, like your freedom to walk around with no bodyguards. And even though he tried to push you away to stop you from getting too close to him, you two just couldn't be apart. You consciously chose to be with him, and he loved you so damn much for that.

As he laid down next to you, slightly pulling you closer, and placing a soft kiss on your forehead, he voiced out the words with the most affection he had ever put into words before: 

"You are my peace, baby. I will always come back to you, no matter what happens.”

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The Masked Singer Season 6 Episode 1 Recap: Group A Premiere Baby!! (Commentary & Guesses)

Hello everybody and welcome or welcome back to Ana's Masked Singer recap, where I, Ana, recap every single episode of The Masked Singer. The time we have been waiting for is here, the season 6 premiere (ooh that rhymes)! If you don't know how these recaps work, pretty much I talk about the reveals first (major spoiler alert by the way ⚠️) and then get into the remaining contestants, what I thought about their performances, guesses to who I think it could be with the clues to back it up the best I can. Anyways, having said that, let's get started with the 1st recap of season 6 (which is covering the Wednesday episode, Thursday's will be covered separately):

In this episode, Group A performed which consisted of Bull 🐂, Skunk 🦨, Octopus 🐙, Pufferfish 🐡, and Mother Nature 🌬 and 2 of them were eliminated, but only one was revealed this episode, damn cliffhangers, and that mask was:

Octopus 🐙

Performance Commentary: I was honestly so sad to see him go this early in the season, because I really enjoyed his performance of Tutti Frutti by Little Richard. He probably wasn't the most technical singer but for (spoiler) a non singer he did pretty great! I would buy his album.

Having said that, he was revealed to be:

*FIRST DRUMROLL OF THE SEASON PLEASE*

🏀Dwight Howard 🏀

Ok I kinda figured it out even though I don't know anything about the sports world... But he is one of the few names I do know in the NBA (my dad's a huge sports guy and I might have seen a meme of him falling so that too). Anyways, can I for one second, point out how tall this guy is?! He makes Nick Cannon look tiny…and Nick is 6 feet! It was so funny… I also was surprised at how funny he was… but yeah Clues, here are some you might have missed or gotten idk:

Survived a hard core fall= yup like he legit fell and hurt himself, which really hurt his game & probably his career

Gold phone= won the 2019-2020 championship with the Lakers

Magic playing card= eight seasons he played for Orlando Magic

Also, I gotta note that Ken got it right and is in the lead for the Golden Ear and that shocked me more.

Next, this mask was also eliminated, but wasn't revealed until episode 2, so I'm just gonna talk about the performance and that was:

Mother Nature 🌬

Performance Commentary: I'm not going to say I didn't see this coming, because her performance of I'm Coming Out by Diana Ross was the weakest one vocally of the night. However I still enjoyed her as a performer/entertainer and that costume is unreal like wow it reminds me of Te Fiti from Moana (look it up if you don’t know what I am talking about)

Anyways, let's get into the remaining 3 and my guesses for them *

*I just want to preface that I knew I wasn't going to have time to do this recap in between the 2 episodes, so I wrote my guess for this one mask down before they were revealed

1. Skunk 🦨

Performance Commentary: The beginning was super cool and so well staged, kudos to the producers on that one, but I was pretty underwhelmed with her performance of Diamonds by Sam Smith. Like, that's a great song, but I don't feel it suits her voice & range of what she's capable of doing. All in all, it was ok, nothing wowing about it, even though I do think her voice is very strong.

As for my guess, I think Shunk is:

Faith Evans

Ok, so this was a guess I got thanks to Twitter, voice matched it, and I am sold honestly… idk who Faith was until now, she was married to Notorious B.I.G, but that’s all I know. Anyways, let’s dive into those clues, shall we:

She was on a train to Seoul, South Korea= Soul Train! = she was honored with a lifetime achievement award in 2018 by Soul Train

Duality/yin and yang of the Skunk= she has a song that references Ying Yang in the lyrics called Goin’ Out

Her connection to Elvis= she devoted a song to her late husband Biggie called “The King & I” and Elvis is the king of rock and roll

2. Pufferfish 🐡

Performance Commentary: She sang Say So by Doja Cat, which I mostly know the entire song due to Tik Tok, so I hope people also use her version because it’s super solid. When I was watching at first, I was thrown off by the rapping, but now watching it back, I embraced it. It wasn’t the best rapping ever but it was dope ngl seeing a woman like that also kill a rap. I really enjoyed tbh more than I did the first time when I thought her voice wasn’t really at its full potential.

My guess for the Pufferfish is:

Toni Braxton

After voice matching Pufferfish with Toni, the voice is uncanny! But you need some clues baby boos so here we go:

Voice stands out, she was different, tried to blend in= no like seriously, because everyone knew it was her because Toni has a super distinct voice no one else has

Disco ball= home girl performed on season 7 of Dancing with the Stars, get it disco ball, mirror ball like the trophy they win

Guitarra= she has a hit song called Spanish Guitar, and guitar in Spanish is you guessed it Guitarra

3. Bull 🐂

Performance Commentary: He sang Drops of Jupiter by Train, and wow HE GOT VOCALS FOR DAYSSS (what he ain’t is shy so stop lying my guy). He is absolutely my favorite of the night, his voice is absolute butter, raspy butter… yes I did just say that but you know what I mean (if you don’t, it’s those nice raspy voices that are so smooth like butter). You could tell he is used to performing and singing, because wow that performance was absolutely fantastic.

Even though he was amazing, he was also super easy to guess because from the first damn note (actually from the first damn sneak peak preview they gave us of him singing), I knew who this was:

Todrick Hall (finally those hours watching YouTube as a teen are paying off lol)

Before I even get to the clues, just so you guys know, I have been watching Todrick since like 2014 on YouTube and I know his voice and his mannerisms and how he performs and that Bull ticks all the boxes… I don’t even need clues but to show you my point in the form of evidence, lemme back myself up with these sweet, sweet clues (side note: I could even hear his voice through the modulation, which was crazy):

Grew up in a small town filled with cows= yes sir, he grew up in Plainview, Texas which is a small farming town with less than 25,000 people living there (and I am sure when he lived there it was smaller than that) and filled with cows which at first I thought was a metaphor but looking into it I find out Plainview has the largest beef processing plant in the country… hence cows lol

Heard no again and again and again= reference to how he was on American Idol and then lost the show

Didn’t give up, became his own boss= that American Idol loss got him to start YouTube hence being his own boss

Hollywood and Forbes took notice= he has appeared in the 30 under 30 successful people list by Forbes in 2014

Astronaut aka Hunter Hayes= he covered Invisible by Hunter Hayes on his YouTube channel (which is my absolute favorite Hunter Hayes song so you go Todrick… but that video was actually recently sent to private so you kinda can’t see it… also that was a bit sus)

Anyways, that’s it my friends! Sorry it took so long, have had a lot on my plate with school, work, and just life you know? Anyways, I will try to get episode 2 up tomorrow, but expect it before Wednesday for sure 🤞🏼… Anyways, bye guys! Follow me for more Masked Singer goodness, give this beautiful blog a like if you enjoyed reading it, and comment below your guesses, do you agree with me? Did I convince you? Bye y’all!! 👋🏼

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I'm two days late with a fic prompt sorry lol but I could not get this idea out of my head so, if you're still up for it: what if Witcher AU where it's Yennefer who meets Renfri at Blaviken instead of Geralt <3 Love your fics

Oh my god this is so interesting?????? (Also thank you!!!! 💕)

Yennefer hasn’t been to the coast in years, and she wouldn’t be here under normal circumstances, but she was.... desperate. Rumor had it that there might be a djinn for sale in their market soon, which meant either someone had found one, or at the very least there was djinn activity in the area and someone felt justified that they could find one and for a dirty little place in the backwoods just off the coast it did seem to have something... off about it. She’d portaled to a field just outside the city, a place that should have been empty of magic entirely except for what she brought with her. And yet... something was different about this town. The air felt heavy with it, a stagnant weight hovering over the people, and as she approached the city’s gates it became more and more apparent that something was deeply wrong with this city. Where there should have been children playing games in the street there were only beggars, staring listlessly forward as they huddled against walls for warmth, a stark indicator of a bad fishing season in a town like this.

But there had been no pleas to the Brotherhood to take care of their ills, no appeal to the mages to find the fish, to feed the fishermen, to save the town. Yennefer had left court, but she still knows all the court mages and none of them had said anything of a town under famine. She kept moving, ignoring the damp dreariness that pulled at her heart. Maybe it wasn’t famine, and Blaviken simply had an unusually large amount of serfs with no fields to tend, and the heavy atmosphere was just caused by the concentrated misery of so many people packed so closely together.

She would get no answers on the street, so she ducked into the first tavern she saw, shaking off the strange heaviness of emotion from staring at the misery in the streets of this thrice-cursed backwater. The tavern at least was decent enough, a good crowd for this time of day, early as it still was. She wound her way to the bar, aiming for a beer and a chance to collect her thoughts. She might find someone in here who could tell her of the fishing spots suddenly gone bare— that might be a good indication of djinn activity actually, now that she thought about it.

The bartender slid her a cup and filled it before turning away with a grunt as he picked up the coin she left on the table. The beer was cold, but that was were the positives ended. “What the fuck,” she muttered spitting the ale back into its cup— she’d tasted piss-water more palatable than this swill.

“It’s an acquired taste but I promise, it’s not poison.” Yennefer looked down the bar, tracking down the owner of the offered opinion. Oh, but she was gorgeous, her hair an asymmetrical mess framing her rounded cheeks, lashes long enough to make the brown of her eyes look bottomless, her mouth curled with just the right amount of attitude as she smirked at Yennefer.

“I’d almost prefer it it was poison” Yennefer replied, sliding closer down the bar and dragging the piss-water with her. “At least then the taste would have an explanation.” The woman laughed, cracking more peanuts from the bar, and popping them into her open mouth. She smiled at Yennefer, leaning back in her seat as she made a short gesture at the barkeep.

“You’ve a lot of experience with poisons then?” She asked, turning to face Yennefer fully.

“Enough to never accept a drink I didn’t order myself,” Yennefer countered, smirking as the barkeep plunked two wine cups in front of them.

“Well that’s a shame then, isn’t it.” The woman said, reaching across Yennefer to drag the cup away before the barkeep could pour anything into it.

Yennefer caught her hand against the bottom rim of the cup, feeling the warmth of her rough hands (and gods she wanted those hands against her skin so suddenly she was surprised by the force of her desire.) “it’s only a shame if we let it be.” she purred, rubbing her thumb along the index finger of the woman’s hand still trapped beneath her own.

The barkeep cleared his throat, breaking them apart as he gestured impatiently with the wine bottle. “Am I pouring this or not,” he said “I’ve got other customers, y’know.”

The woman giggled, than guffawed, a hearty laugh that was more wild and free than any woman Yennefer had ever known— instantly, she was hooked. Yennefer wanted more of that laugh, wanted some of that wild freedom for herself.

“There’s better drinks at my place,” Yennefer said aching to reach back out and touch, needing the heat of the other woman’s skin to balance against the chill of her own.

“Are you seducing me?” the woman asked, smirking slyly at Yennefer from behind her fringe of hair.

“Only if you’re interested in being seduced,” Yennefer leaned in closer, not touching, just letting her proximity work for her. They were facing each other still and as Yennefer leaned in the woman did too, almost imperceptibly, until Yennefer stopped, just close enough that their conversation was a touch too intimate for public (but oh, that had never bothered Yennefer one little bit, and in fact it added to the heat in her belly, the tension between her thighs that demanded release.) “Is it working?” she whispered finally, her breath just ghosting over the other woman’s lips.

(Fuck off,” muttered the barkeep as he plunked the wine down on the counter and stalked towards his other customers. He had things to do other than staring at flirting lesbians.)

“Why don’t we go get that wine.” The woman whispered, sending shivers down Yennefer’s spine. Delicious anticipation was thrumming through her veins and it made her sloppy, so she almost missed the knife as it hurtled up to rest beneath her chin.

“I’m not really into knifeplay as a rule,” she said, one hand against the woman’s where it was trying to push a blade into her throat, the other pressed into the base of the woman’s neck, her thumb just above the dip in her clavicle.

“Yeah well, you can tell that to Stregobor when he joins you in hell then can’t you.” The woman said, nonsensically, as they both strained against the other’s grip.

“Stregobor?” Yennefer repeated, mind trying desperately to connect the pieces.

“He sent you to kill me before I could kill him, why else would a mage be in Blaviken?” The woman scoffed and Yennefer realized that the reason no one had intervened was because the entire tavern was being held hostage by men in line with this woman, a collection of dwarves and halflings with swords and crossbows, the sorriest looking army that Yennefer had ever seen. Yennefer’s grip slipped and the knife slid another centimeter closer to her throat and all of a sudden she understood what was wrong about this damn town.

“Cock.” She said, staring into the eyes of the last girl born under the Black Sun, Renfri, Princess of Creyden, sworn hunter of Stregobor the Mage and something of a local legend amongst Yennefer’s circle of influence, precisely for her vendetta against the man. They all hated Stregobor, and he’d been officially censured for his slaughter of the girls of the Black Sun prophecy, and prophecy work had been falling out of fashion ever since— not that that knowledge did her any good, a knife to her throat and a furious shrike holding it.

“I’m not here on business of Stegobor’s,” Yennefer offered, pulling on Chaos just enough to give her a fighting chance. She pushed the hand with the knife against her throat sharply upwards, a fast enough strike that it stunned Renfri, knocking the weapon from her hand though not for long as she was already reaching for a new one— but Yennefer had space, had time—had purpose, and that was all a mage really needed.

“I bet you want him dead, right?” She said, holding up her hands to ward off Renfri’s continued advances (and also to make portalling away faster if need be. Renfri paused, cocking her head at Yennefer. Emboldened she went on, “I don’t have any particular feelings about the man, but I bet even you can’t hope to succeed against him alone.” Renfri, according to legend, wasn’t the sort of shrike that waited. To find her in a tavern in Blaviken meant Stregobor must be close, and must be hiding if he hadn’t yet been killed. “Ahh, that’s it isn’t is,” she said, as Renfri slowly let her go, flipping the knife in a devastatingly hot) show of skill before she sipped it back in to the sheath on her thigh. Oh, if this worked out the way Yennefer wanted it to, they were going to have a fucking amazing time together. “You can’t get to him. What has he locked himself into a tower somewhere? Magicked up some guard dogs I imagine?” She took her seat, reaching for the bottle of wine the barkeep must have left for them, pouring equal measures into the two cups. 

Renfri must have made some motion behind Yennefer’s back (it wasn’t much of a gamble to turn her back on this opponent, sure as Yennefer was of her purpose here, but enough of one that a little shiver of pleasure ran up her spine at the implied danger) because the dwarves and halflings were putting down weapons, retreating to the table they’d been occupying before they took the tavern hostage. There was some grumbling from the patronage, but violence seemed to be the language of these people, so it settled quickly, just in time for Renfri to take her seat again, reaching forward to grab the wine that Yennefer had poured for her. “He’s locked himself in his tower,” she said, taking a sip of the wine and letting her knee bump into Yennefer’s thigh beneath the bartop. “Can’t get him out to face me in a fair fight, which he knows he’d lose.” Now that Yennefer is paying attention she can feel the slight disturbance in Chaos as it bends away from Renfri, refusing to touch. Interesting. “So tomorrow me and my men are going to murder every single person in the market until he crawls down from his ivory tower and faces his destiny at the end of my sword.” She’s puffed up already, like she expects Yennefer to object to this plan. The massive planned loss of life bothers Yennefer on a surface level surely, as unnecessary as it is. There are easier ways to pull Stregobor from his hiding place-- more elegant too.

“What if I told you that I could pull him out of that tower without having to sacrifice the townspeople of Blaviken?” 

“I’d ask you for what price. I know mages and witchers are alike in that they only work for coin or power.”  

Yennefer smiled, taking a long draught of the wine and then slamming the empty cup back on the bartop. “I want everything, little shrike. But this?” she said, spreading her arms wide, “this I’ll do just because Stregobor deserved more than a slap on the wrist for his actions and I can think of no more fitting end than to watch you butcher him in the streets of Blaviken.” 

[imzadi-caskett-huddy]

House, M.D. Fanfic (7/?)

Thank you to everyone who has taken time to leave a note on my story. I hope you continue to enjoy my kind of rewrite and/or additions to certain episodes! As always, I don't own House. If I did, Lisa Edelstein would have gotten the respect she deserved contact wise for a season 8.

As stated in previous chapters, the story follows the big picture laid out on the show, but with my own take on things. This chapter picks back up with the show storyline in the beginning of season 3. I did use a bit of dialogue from the episode, but I definitely added and rewrote some stuff too. I also left out all the medical dialogue House spouted off at Cuddy's bedroom window because I'm not a medical professional and had no idea how to spell it or write it, lol.

Thanks to @love-hope-faith-feels-like-a-lie on Tumblr for reading my ideas and providing positive feedback! Anything in the way of feedback is always appreciated! Enjoy!

xxxxx

"Did you really ask out Dr. Cameron?" Cuddy asked when he stepped into her office.

"Would you have a problem if I did?"

She just looked at him incredulously. Was he serious? "Why would you think I would be okay with that?!"

"Why wouldn't you be?" he shrugged.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you're already sleeping with me!" she hissed, careful to keep her voice down. The last thing she wanted was for anyone at the hospital to hear that they actually were sleeping together. She knew they were always fodder for the rumor mill, but she wasn't about to confirm it for them.

"Threesomes are sexy. And a lot of fun. You'd like it," he smirked, heading for the door since he figured that was all this conversation was about.

"House!"

"Relax. I asked her out to make a point. I'm not interested in sleeping with anyone else," he said opening the door.

"What if she'd said yes?"

He shrugged. "I wouldn't have gone. You are a slave driver in the bedroom. You think I have time or energy for another one?" He grinned smugly before leaving.

xxxxx

"I can help him."

"That's it? That's your argument?"

"Seems like a good one." Why was helping someone suddenly not a good enough reason for Cuddy? Or Wilson? Or anyone else?

"If I thought for a second that you wanted to help him, you'd have carte blanche. You're doing this because it's...fun."

"Does nobody in this hospital have anything better to talk about than my motives? My motives have nothing to do with the case."

"Your motives have everything to do with your judgement."

"For the first time in years, I've got no opiods in my body, now you question my judgement? Is this still about asking Cameron out? Because I told you, that was to prove a point. Right now, jealousy has everything to do with your judgement."

"I'm not jealous of Cameron! House, 24 times a year you come storming into my office spouting that you can help someone, only you never say those words. You say something like, 'His pancreas is going to explode because his brain is on fire.' You come here with medicine, not with platitudes."

"I didn't want to bore you with the details."

"There are no details. You have a hunch. House, you don't use hunches. You always have reasons. This hospital doesn't exist for your whims. I'm sorry. As of 7AM tomorrow morning, I'm sending your patient home."

"I can help him!" he insisted.

She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I don't think you can. Because I don't think anything new is wrong with him. This is just you trying to make a puzzle out of something that isn't there."

He felt like he'd just been sucker punched in the gut. She didn't trust him on the medicine. She had never doubted him before. Sure, she'd said no plenty of times to procedures that were... questionable... she had argued with him when she didn't always agree with him. She'd never outright doubted him. That stung. And he couldn't help but wonder if the lack of pain in his leg, the lack of Vicodin in his system had caused him to see something that wasn't there.

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"So yeah, his brain is on fire." He stood outside her bedroom window like a teenage boy hoping to sneak in.

She shook her head as she got him a towel, handing out to him once he climbed inside. "Next time use the front door."

"The guy will have sex with his wife again. He'll hug his kid again." He took the towel and began to wipe his face and neck.

"House, you have no proof. No scar tissue on the scans. This is some wild theory that came to you while sweating and running into the university pool."

"Fountain. And it all fits. Just inject him with cortisol. There is no risk if I'm wrong." He studied her reaction and knew she wasn't biting. "You're smiling. That's a bad sign."

She nodded. "You're high."

"I told you, I haven't had anything in three months. You've been with me most of that time. You know I haven't taken anything."

"This is as high as you get. A theory that ties your case up in a neat little bow, but you don't have a lick of substantiating proof."

"Your decision doesn't make any sense," he said, clearly frustrated. "There is no risk to a cortisol injection. If I'm wrong, big deal. He goes home a vegetable, like he already is. But if I'm right..."

"This is not about downsides or risk management. It is a big deal for you to understand the word no." She sighed softly. "I'm sorry, House."

He breathed deeply and released it slowly, moving to sit on her bed and toss his towel beside him. She frustrated him to no end, but she was right. He wouldn't admit it to her right then, but as his boss, she was right to tell him no. He really had nothing to go on. No medical reason other than it fit. He couldn't do this, couldn't be the great doctor he had been without the leg pain.

She moved to sit next to him, placing a hand lightly on his back. "Do you want to talk?" she offered.

"No."

"Do you want to stay?"

He thought about it for a moment. He didn't have his bike, and he didn't really feel like running home. "Yeah, it's late."

"You don't say," she offered a small smile, picking up the towel and dropping it into his lap. "Go shower and dry off. You're getting my bed wet. And you smell like a locker room." She gave him a gentle shove to his feet then.

He took his time on the shower, both cooling off and working through everything on his head. Did he really need the pain to be great at his job? Was he really so far off base that she didn't trust his ability anymore?

She was half asleep when he came out of her bathroom with a towel around his waist. "You've got some clothes in the top drawer," she murmured. "I washed the ones you left here, " she added, seemingly answering his question before he could even ask it.

He simply nodded and pulled them on, leaving his wet towel on the floor.

"If you want to get in this bed, the towel goes back in the bathroom." She didn't even have to open her eyes to see the towel on the floor.

He just looked at her for a moment before picking it up and tossing it toward the bathroom.

"In the hamper, House," she murmured.

Once again he just stared at her a moment. How the hell did she know without even opening her eyes? "The force is strong with you," he murmured, going to put the towel in the hamper so she would let him in bed.

[baromaiden]

A Day Too Late

Jungkook is a shy 18 year old who has a major crush on his childhood friend and classmate Kim Namjoon. Because of a series of unfortunate events the two aren't close anymore. However the possibility of change is presented by Namjoon who invites the shy boy to his birthday party. Maybe this could be a new beginning for both of them or so they thought.

Where Jungkook and Namjoon finally come to terms with their feelings but are a little too late.

*note*

Hello this is my first fanfiction in awhile lol so I hope people enjoy it. Sorry if it's kind of stiff I'm trying to get back in the swing of things 💞 It can also be found on Ao3 aswell! -> baromaiden or follow it on Twitter @charmycho

Chapter 1

Breaking News:

“The small lake town of Paradise morns the lost of a young man tonight. Eighteen-year-old Jeon Jungkook was found dead by the edge of Whalien Lake caused by a fall which result in a head injury that killed him with in minutes of impact. Authorities don’t know why the young man was so close to the cliffs side, but they have determined it to be an accident.”

 Two Days Earlier

Jungkook woke up from his bed with a jolt as if his body was jump started, heart beating fast and breathing unsteady. He held his hand to his chest as if to calm himself down from the nightmare he just escaped from. As the fuzzy images start to fade from his memory, he catches his breath slowly.

“That seemed a little to real.” He sighed as ran his hands through hair. His dreams are never this vivid or intense, so it caught him off guard with the wind rushing passed him as he fell into colors of blues and greens.

Jungkook slowly gets up and moves around his room to shake the rest of the dream off making sure to grab his phone in the process. Thus, his usual day begins, checking his notifications as he picks out his cloths for the day. He reads over his usual texts from his best friend Taehyung but that’s not what catches his attention.

September 10th  D-2

Jungkook smiles softly at the little reminder that he long forgotten to delete. Old memories play at the front of his mind, days of bike rides, ice-cream eating contest, and wizard fights but before he falls to deep into nostalgia he is interrupted by his little brother.

“Hyung, mom says hurry down before you’re late.” Taehyun mumbles as he rubs his sleepy eyes. Jungkook rolls his eyes as he chuckles softly.

“You’re telling me and yet you’re just waking up too.” Taehyun sighed as his older brother proceed to mess up his already bed head.

“Yah, I’m actually sick so I won’t be late to anything.”

“Is it your stomach again?”

“Yeah its like I’m allergic to everything.” He sighs as he leaves Jungkook in his room to get ready. Being the predictable boy, he was, he dressed himself in a long black t with jeans and his black adidas, complimented with his black hood. He eyed himself in his mirror and nodded at his appearance.

“Jungkook” his mom called as he makes his way into the kitchen. “Hurry up and eat so you can go.”

“Nah I’m good.” He mumbles as he reaches across the spread his mom makes for a packet of pop tarts.

“But I cooked all this for us.” She pouts as she sees her oldest son shove a pop tart in his mouth. He dips he head apologetically and kisses her cheek leaving crumbs.

“Got to go got to meet Tae.” He yells as he dashes through the front door. As he makes his way to his bike, he already sees his best friend Kim Taehyung on his own bike waiting for him. Taehyung has been his best friend since the end of freshman year when I tried out for the swim team. He taken as much good care of Jungkook as equal trouble he’s gotten him in. Though he is mischievous sometimes he’s a good dependable friend.

“Kook, Kookie, the kookanator. What’s happening?” greeted Taehyung as he put his phone away.

“Nothing much as usual.” He said as he shrugged.

“We need to work on that. We haven’t had anything eventful happen to us in a while. Even swim team is starting to get repetitive. “sighed the brown hair boy as he began to peddle his bike with hands in his pocket.

The two boys made it with sometime before the bell ringed, making their way to their lockers next to each other. As they were having small talk and getting what they need to get Jungkook got distracted from loud laughing down the hallway. The culprits happen to be Jung Hoseok, Park Jimin, and last but defiantly not least… Kim Namjoon. Jungkook couldn’t seem to look away from the tall dimpled boy. He was sporting his usual blond hair, dressed casually in a white t, blue jeans, and red converse, his signature look. Namjoon laughed carefree with his friends dimples on full display taunting Jungkook mercilessly.

“Kook, stop staring like an idiot and go talk to him for Christ sake.”

“Talk to who?”

“Kim Namjoon, the guy you are so in love with.” Taehyung grunts a little too loudly.

“Hey, I’m not in love with him.”

“Uh yeah you could have fooled me. When are you going to man up and talk to him? You guys are childhood friends, right?”

“Y-yeah but we haven’t spoken to each other in three years.”

“More like he would say one thing to you then you get all poo brain on him and he retreats from the awkward tension. What happened between you two?”

Jungkook glanced back at Namjoon as memories push forward of their freshmen year and how life got in the way of a lot of things back then.

“Life, I guess.” He shrugged. That answer didn’t satisfy Tae not one bit, but he couldn’t voice his disapproval when they were greeted by the dimpled devil himself.

“Hey Jungkook, Taehyung.” Namjoon greeted with his timid smile. Jungkook quickly shuffled around to properly see the boy.

“H-hey Namjoon” stuttered the shy boy. Taehyung grinned wider at his friend’s nervousness. Namjoon nodded in his direction as he reached for a piece of paper in his pocket.

“I came over to ask you a question, do you remember what’s coming up this week by chance?” Jungkook tilted his head in confusion as he eyed both his friend and the older boy.

“This week?”

“Yeah.” Namjoon said meekly.

See Jungkook knows the answer to this simple question but his nerves aren’t helping with his brain function right now. He knows the very important day that happens every year, he’s memorized it six years ago but unfortunately, he can’t at this very moment. Namjoon pulls out the paper and holds it in front of Jungkook’s face.

“I know this is last minute but here is an invite to my birthday party this Friday or should I say tomorrow.”

Jungkook wanted to kick himself right now. He knew it was his birthday but why didn’t he remember in that very second. He reached for the flyer and read the bright colored lettering.

“Why are you having a party on the 11th if your birthday is the 12th?” Asked curiously.

“So, you did remember?”

Namjoon smiled softly as he cleared his throat.

“Well my parents are out of town till Saturday afternoon so Hobi and Jimin convinced me to throw a party before they come back.”

“You let those two wild party animals you call friends convince you to have a house party?” exclaimed Taehyung as he looked over to the rowdy pair as they had a dance battle in the middle of the school hallway.

“Yeah well I turn 18 so it’s kind of a big deal you know. So… Jungkook would come?”

Jungkook froze dare I say Jung shook as he eyes Namjoon curiously. Jungkook isn’t sure it’s a good idea. Namjoon is popular and there would be a lot of people there. He wasn’t sure it would well. What if Namjoon is only inviting him out of pity? As if seeing the wheels turning in his head Taehyung nudges Jungkook in the shoulder.

“We will be there.” Said Taehyung with that mischievous smile of his.

“Cool.” Nodded Namjoon as back away. “Remember 8pm sharp.”

As Namjoon made his way back to his friends, Jungkook elbowed Tae.

“Why did you do that?” exclaimed Jungkook big doe eye wide open.

“Cause I’m so tired of your pining, Jesus try an actually work some moves on Kim at his party please. Its starting to get sad. Plus, Jung Hoseok will be there, and you know he’s been trying to hit me up since saw me sporting that speedo last week at our swim meet.” Jungkook rolled his eyes so hard.

“Are you helping me or yourself.”

“Both of us?” laughed the brown-haired boy.

The school day dragged on as Jungkook was in deep thought, paying very little attention to classes. His hand, pen in hand moved across the sheets of his sacred notebook. He dumps all his thoughts, hopes, and reams in here. Pages made up of poems, lyrics and list. And if you already guess the subject for most of his writings is none other then Kim Namjoon himself.

But you

That smile is so cruel

Cruel

I shouldn’t have seen that cheek

You

What’s really dangerous

Is only in possession

That dimple is illegal

Maybe Taehyung was right. Well he is right. Jungkook is in love with Namjoon but of course the quite shy boy won’t ever tell him his feelings to scared of how the older male would react. Reject him. Probably. Laugh in his face? Most likely. The two aren’t close anymore. That all changed once high school started and Namjoon fell into the cool crowd while Jungkook hung out with the art kids. However, that wasn’t the only thing that put distance in between the two friends.

Jungkook shuffled through the pages of his notebook to pull a small polaroid of him and Namjoon at Whalien lake. The two sits next to each other smiling with kites that they made together that summer of 7th grade. That’s one of the last photos that they had together.

The bell sounded interrupting his thought singling the school is over. Kook looks at the photo one more time before shoving it in his hoodie pocket with the invitation. The student all moves towards the front of the school to exit the building. Swiftly Jungkook moves through the crowd to head to his bike outside. Popping his headphones in then hops on and heads home.

He continues to be lost in thoughts of Namjoon and what they were finding that summer day by the lake playing over and over in his head. Jungkook slows his bike down and turns to his right staring at the woodsy area that leads to the lake. He ponders for a second before heading towards the clearing. Slowly he makes his way down off the path to the beach retracing steps he took as a kid till he got to his favorite spot, the high cliffs of Whalien lake.  He laid his bike down as he climb the short path of rocks till, he gets to the top of the flat ridge just above the beach of the lake. See Jungkook and Namjoon found this place years ago by accident as they were exploring from the public beach on the far right.

“Ugh, it feels good to be back here.” Smiled Jungkook as he sat in the middle of rock.

He pulled out his notebook opening the book to a new page. Carefully he pulled out his pencil case grabbing the roll of tape he kept in there. Jungkook pulled out the invitation and the photo from earlier.

“Wow. Who knew you would talk to me again? Even after everything that happened.”

Jungkook was filled with excited thoughts as he taped the invite into his book. What if he did want him at his birthday party? Maybe he wanted to be friends again? Or maybe he was just being nice? However, Jungkook was to ecstatic to care. This could be a new beginning from them to burry that hatchet and move on. Maybe even the chance Jungkook need to tell the dimpled boy how he really feels about him? Could he really do that? Confess? That was something out of his comfort zone but right now he feels like he might be able to tell him. Tell him that he loves him dearly even after everything that happened.

Jungkook sighed in content as he looked at the lake daydreaming about his crush.

Soon it starts to get dark in his little corner of the world, so he decides to start packing up and heading home. Notebook in hand Jungkook gets up to head down where he came from till something caught his eye. He turned around and saw the small polaroid that he cherishes so much getting picked up by the wind. Jungkook lunges for it right as the its being flown away over the edge of the cliff.

“Got cha.” Exclaimed Jungkook happily... unaware of his surrounds. His knee in front lands just beyond the cliff’s ledge.

Jungkook tries to catch himself but both his hands full one with the photo the other with his notebook, his efforts are in vain…

He falls.

Thank You for reading 💜

[asroarke]

Part 1:Hi! I got this idea in my head, but I suck at writing and you're my favourite so I'm giving It to you and hopefully you will be interested. Clarke and Octavia live together and they're cleaning the house in preparation for Easter party with the squad. Bellamy is helping them and he also has extreme crush on Clarke.

Part 2:Clarke listens to music in headphones while working and she sings out loud. Bellamy is really amused and gives her cute smirkes and other cute Bellamy shit. Double points if Octavia acknowledges that.  I hope you can understand what I wrote lol, English isn’t my first language and I just woke up. Have a good day! I don’t know why I’m writing it to you I hope you don’t mind!            

Sorry this took so long. I mostly stuck to the prompt, but Bellamy and Octavia live together instead of Octavia and Clarke. And I switched it to a graduation party since it’s been a month since Easter (my bad, this prompt got buried and I need to be better about getting to these faster). Hope you like it! [ao3]

“It’s your graduation party, Bell. You could at leastpretend to be excited,” Octavia huffed, throwing her hands up in frustration.Bellamy probably should have seen this coming. After all, Octavia went all outfor his high school graduation and his college graduation… he just figured she’dget tired of celebrating his graduations by the time he finished grad school.

“I am excited,” he forced himself to say. He was just notexcited about having to clean their entire apartment only for their friends todrunkenly mess it up again.

“And the Oscar for most convincing attitude change goes toBellamy Blake,” Clarke snorted before returning to blow up the balloon she wasworking on. Octavia hit Clarke’s shoulder in frustration, causing Clarke tolose grip of the balloon, and Bellamy tried to keep a straight face he watchedit deflate across the room. “This is the last time I offer to help you guys.”

“Bull shit,” Octavia teased at the same time Bellamy said, “Thankyou.”

“Since it’s my graduation party, I’m gonna go ahead and calldibs on not cleaning the bathroom,” Bellamy decided, and with a groan, Clarkeput her headphones back in.

“Bell, I still have errands to run,” she argued, and herolled his eyes. Of course, she decides to throw him a party and then stickshim with the actual work for it.

“Why can’t I run the errands?” he asked, cocking his head tothe side as she moved to grab her keys.

“Because they’re super surprise errands that you can’t knowabout yet,” she said sweetly, and before he could argue, she was out the door.

He let out another exaggerated groan, waiting for Clarke tojump in with some teasing quip. When she was surprisingly quiet, he glancedover at her, seeing her swaying where she was sitting, listening to whatever itwas that she listens to. He had been trying for a while to figure out what kindof music Clarke is even into because her Spotify choices have not given him adamn hint. Some days, it’s just straight up classical music, and other days, it’sthe kind of metal that Bellamy would be scared to play in his car unless hewanted to destroy his speakers.

“Clarke,” he shouted, and her head popped up as she tugged aheadphone out.

“Yeah?” she asked as she tied off another balloon.

“Did Octavia seriously decide to throw me a party and leaveme all the actual work?” he asked, and a smile washed over Clarke’s face beforeshe leaned back and started laughing.

“I tried to talk her out of it,” Clarke chuckled, shakingher head slightly.

“You let this happen,” he teased, which only made her erupteven further into laughter. He knew as well as she did that when Octavia madeup her mind about something that she usually got her way. “You know, the veryleast you could do is help me with the bathrooms.”

“Excuse me,” Clarke deadpanned, waving the balloon she justtied off in the air. “I have very important artistic work to do here,” she gotout before cracking a smirk and hitting the balloon in his direction. Hesmacked it back down, hitting Clarke. “Ugh, I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he reminded, raising his eyebrows at her.He swears he saw a slight blush in her cheeks as she turned back to herballoons… or maybe it was just wishful thinking on his part. He decided to gointo the kitchen and grab the cleaning supplies from the cabinet before he lethimself overthink this too much.

He and Clarke were friends, despite spending several years determinednot to be. It was inevitable when Clarke moved across the hall from him andOctavia, since more evenings than not she ended up on their couch, playing refereewhen he and O would get into fights. Then, Octavia and Lincoln started dating,meaning him and Clarke were both suddenly without the one person they usuallyspent their time with… so they just kind of fell into being close friends. Itwasn’t a huge shift, or anything. Just a lot of nights where they got take outas Bellamy wrote papers and Clarke sketched.

He wasn’t sure when he started seeing her as something morethan a friend. Maybe it was inevitable after spending years trying to ignorethose random thoughts he would have about how pretty she is or how nice hersmile is. Or maybe it was just because this was the first time they were bothsingle for this long. Or maybe it was because they had become more physicallyaffectionate with each other in the last few months, snuggling a little closeron the couch as they watched documentaries late at night, hugging a bit morefrequently than usual…

He had no idea if Clarke even felt the same way, but he decidedit was something he could wait to deal with after he graduates. Miller gave hima lot of shit for it, but he had a good argument. He needed to stay focused onhis thesis, and he couldn’t do that if he was brooding over the fact thatClarke didn’t feel the same way.

Although, Bellamy knew it was just him being too scaredabout what would happen to their friendship if he was wrong about Clarkefeeling the same way.

When Bellamy came out of the kitchen, Clarke had herheadphones back in and was mouthing the words to whatever she was listening to.God, she looked so relaxed and at peace today… a look he had been seeing a lotmore lately. It was nice getting to see Clarke like this.

He shook the smile off his face as he got to work cleaningthe bathroom, remembering that he was going to wait until tomorrow to figureout what to do about his mild crush on Clarke.

He finished cleaning the sink and begrudgingly decided to justclose the shower curtain and hope that no one noticed that he hadn’t botheredto clean it. He stepped out of the bathroom to get a new sponge when he heardClarke’s voice.

Well, her singing voice, more specifically. Bellamy tiptoedtoward the sound, finding her in the kitchen, cleaning out the fridge. Herheadphones were still in as she sang along to that new Panic! at the Discosong, and Bellamy couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

He really should go back to cleaning or at least acknowledgethat he’s here, but there was something so endearing about how happy andcarefree she was, how at home she felt here with him and Octavia. He wasn’tsure how long he stood in the doorway watching her, but he was jerked out ofthe haze by the sound of Octavia swinging the door open.

A blush crept to his cheeks as he tried to pretend like hewasn’t just standing there watching Clarke, but the look in Octavia’s eyes saidthat she wasn’t buying it. “Clarke,” Octavia shouted as she entered thekitchen, and Clarke tugged the headphones out and started helping Octavia finda spot in the fridge to put the cake in. Bellamy headed back toward thebathroom quickly, deciding to just make do without the new sponge since thatwas preferable than being in that kitchen when Octavia decided to tease himabout Clarke.

He may have taken a bit longer finishing up the bathroom thanhe needed to, only stopping when Octavia walked in with a huge smirk on herface. “Don’t,” he warned, not knowing where Clarke was and if she could hearthem.

“She’s back at her apartment getting ready,” Octavia saidwith a huge grin. He let out a breath as he stood up, and Octavia’s grin onlygrew. “So, is tonight the night you’re gonna tell her you want to have herbabies?”

“Oh my God, stop,” he groaned as he brushed past her. Hescanned the living room, and it looked about as good as it was going to get. “Let’sjust get through tonight.”

“Hey, I am working my ass off on this party,” Octaviasnapped as she followed Bellamy back toward his room. He refrained from pointingout that he didn’t want a party as he headed toward his closet. “Wear the bluebutton-down with the white stripes. It’s Clarke’s favorite.”

“What?” he asked, but Octavia was skipping out his door. Hehad no idea if this shirt was actually Clarke’s favorite, if she even had afavorite that she would tell Octavia about, or if his sister was just messing withhim… but he went ahead and put it on.

He tried to shake Clarke out of his head as he finishedgetting all the food out. It helped that Lincoln and Miller showed up early anddistracted him. In fact, he stopped thinking about Clarke altogether until shecame back into the apartment when the party was already in full swing. Heignored the pointed looks that O was giving him as he went over to help hercarry the beer into the kitchen. “Jasper showed up already kind of drunk,”Bellamy warned, and Clarke chuckled.

“I guess we know who is sleeping on your couch tonight,” sheteased, and Bellamy rolled his eyes.

“Yes, happy graduation to me, I get a drunk Jasper on mycouch and probably a drunk Murphy asleep on my floor,” he muttered, and Clarkebit down on her lip. “What?”

“Okay, don’t get mad at me,” she said as he sat the beerdown on the counter. He raised an eyebrow at her, and she ducked her headslightly… and he couldn’t help but smile at her. “This party might totally bemy fault.”

“What?” he huffed in mock anger, and she covered her mouthwith her hands. Luckily, there was no one else in the kitchen with them,meaning Bellamy didn’t have to stress about Miller or Octavia teasing him forthis.

“Okay,” she giggled, holding her hands defensively. “I justmentioned to Octavia that we should do something for your graduation. I in noway, shape, or form endorsed a party that you would then have to do most of thework for,” she explained, and Bellamy smirked at her.

“You told my sister we should celebrate, and you didn’trealize she would jump to a party?” he teased, nudging her shoulder with his.

“No, I said we should do something special. I mean, this isa huge deal, Bellamy,” she argued as she pulled the cap off her beer. “Ifigured we could do something small, I don’t know. I just figured we should do somethingspecial to celebrate,” she shrugged before taking a swig of her beer.

“I appreciate the attempt, princess,” he replied, pullingher in for a side hug. His heart skipped a beat as she lingered at his side,resting her head against his chest.

“You better. I worked my ass off on those balloons. Thatbetter be your favorite thing about today,” she snorted.

“Nah, I think my favorite thing was walking in on yousinging along to your music in the kitchen,” he teased, although it wascompletely true. He snuck a look at her, seeing her entire face grow red from embarrassment.

“You heard me?” she huffed, hitting his shoulder, and heerupted into laughter. “You could have told me I was singing out loud. I didn’tnotice I was doing it until Octavia gave me shit for it,” she kept going,squirming away as he pulled her back in by her waist. “You’re such an ass.”

“Hey, I said it was my favorite part of today,” he joked,and she scrunched her face up as she glared at him… and he knew that he wasjust beaming at her at this point. It was hard to hide this goofy grin of hiswhen she was around.

“Clarke!” he heard Raven shout from the other room, andBellamy let out a sigh. Moment over.

“I’ll be right back,” Clarke smirked, patting his arm.

“Nope. It’s my graduation party. You gotta hide out with mein the kitchen. Sorry, I don’t make the rules,” he joked, although he hadalready stopped touching her so that she could go.

“Like I said, I’ll be right back. You’ll hardly miss me,”she teased, before smacking a kiss right on his cheek. His jaw went slack asshe turned away, but he managed not to actually touch his cheek until she wasout of the room. He could feel all the heat rise to his cheeks as he tried to processwhat just happened. Clarke just kissed him. It was on the cheek… but still. Itwas the best thing that happened to him today.

[unicyclehippo]

omg can you please write a sequel/ part 2 to that supercorp fic you just posted where Lena finds out Kara is supergirl?!? It was so great but now I'm stressing that Lena doesn't react well. Only if you've got time of course :) also I love how you write supercorp in general, it's amazing and feels so on point

i have a fever & im hacking up a lung: this is, in my humble opinion, the time when my writing ability rly soars. rly comes into its strengths. rly just,,, fucjin rocks. enjoy, ur welcome :))/

kara has been waiting, and hoping - and stress eating her way through the kids menu - and more hoping, beyond the normal bounds of hope, that lena will turn up for the dinner date they’d set up before… before all that “i’m an alien blah blah specifically supergirl blah blah blah” stuff.

kara shoves her hand into her bowl of fries, pats around to find one as she checks the long row of windows and the two doors for any sign of lena. her face falls when all she encounters is the cool ceramic feeling of betrayal. and no lena.

she flags down a waiter.

“can i get another of the fries, please?”

he looks at her like he knows she’s already eaten her way through six of them. or maybe like he knows she’s been stood up. it makes her feel worse - slump back in her chair and try to keep from feeling like her heart is being crushed kind of worse - and he nods hurriedly and scurries away into the kitchen.

she pulls out her phone, taps on the second contact, aaalex.

>if after three hours someone hasn’t shown up to a dinner….

>u got stood up>or they’re dead

kara rolls her eyes. then has a minor panic because, well, lena is kind of a magnet for attempted murder. she strains her ears to listen for lena but it’s futile this close to the ground, this close to so many people.

>kara >lenas fine>dont break the restaurant or ur phone

kara blinks down at her phone.

>have you been playing with the telepath drugs

>no lol i learned my lesson. i just figured she’s the only one u have been going on dates with so…

kara glares down at her phone, taps the CALL button with furious precision.

“we aren’t dating, alex. they’re friend dates. dates between friends.”

“mhm.”

“and also i have been on plenty of dates lately!”

“sure,” alex allows, but kara suspects she’s only half listening.

“they’re not dates,” she mutters. “but she did stand me up.”

“yeah i know. you put your "date between friends” in my calendar so i was kind of surprised when she marched herself into my office tonight. she signed everything.“ alex waits for a moment. kara says nothing, just stubbornly munches through the fries the waiter puts in front of her. she’s relieved to hear lena is actually okay, and that she signed, but it’s all overshadowed by the fact that lena isn’t here, with her, eating something kara can’t pronounce and gushing about the science she’s been working on and the way she smiles when kara orders seconds and tries to pay and alex is talking again. "not sure what kind of damage control thats worth, if any. i mean, she’s a luthor. but i told j'onn not to even think about wiping her. or, i thought it really loudly.”

kara sighs.

“as is my right as a big sister, i get to tell you you’re an idiot,” alex says, far more mildly than kara expected. or deserved, really. “so what the hell happened? i thought we’d at least talk about it before you told her.”

“it wasn’t something i could deny. maybe i could’ve,” kara mutters, “if it weren’t for my too expressive face.”

“the too expressive face,” alex agrees unhappily. “you got us in a lot of trouble with that.”

kara rolls her eyes. “sorry twelve years late?” she offers and alex hums her thanks. “plus m'gann said hi. like she knew me, you know? she didn’t know someone was with me, it’s not her fault, but yeah. lena knew. i could see it. and then we were at her place and i realised she just knew i was an al- a foreigner,” she corrects, looking around the mostly empty restaurant, “and not supergirl,”

“hold up. she let you into her place knowing you’re an alien?”

“yeah.”

“huh, okay.”

“what?”

“no, nothing. let me guess, you told her.”

“dramatic reveal and all.”

“and this was…”

“last night.” kara checks her watch, lifts her hand to get the bill. she grimaces when she sees how expensive it is to eat her way through her feelings. but hey, if she’s going all out, what’s a little more? “can i get two of your pizzas takeaway and also four brownies? please.”

the waiter looks ill at the request but kara is too upset to care that she’s eaten way too much tonight. by human standards. she could still eat.

“alex, you still there?”

“yup.”

“are you free tonight?”

“nope.” she pops the ‘p’ with some relish. “day off tomorrow, maggie and i are taking our bikes down the coast, remember?”

“right, right.” kara hands over her card to the waiter, signs the bill he brings over. “what do i do?”

“about lena?”

“no, about the state of affairs in, ugh i can’t be bothered,” she mutters. “yes, about lena.”

“um. well, she hasn’t tried to kill you yet so…talk to her?” kara hears her step out into an echoing room - the parking lot, she guesses, and alex’s car beeps. “hold on, i’ll switch you to my hands free,”

“no, no, it’s okay. drive safe and have fun tomorrow.”

“we will. and i love you.”

“love you too.”

//

“hi, jess.”

“kara!” jess smiles over at her. “late night for everyone, hmm?”

“yeah, what are you doing here? it’s midnight, you should be home.”

“i’m just finishing up some work, i have the week off from tomorrow,” she explains. “do you want to see miss luthor?”

her phone buzzes on the side and jess glances up at kara after reading the message.

“let me guess, she’s not in.” jess gives her an awkward smile and kara closes her eyes, nods. “of course,” she says quietly. “okay, well,” she swallows around the thick feeling of tears and sets the brownies on the counter. “um. these are for her. or you. have a good night bye have a fun week,” she says very quickly and almost runs back to the elevator.

it dings open in seconds and kara rushes in, leans back against the wall of it. she holds herself together as much as she can, can’t really help sniffling but she can excuse that on a cold. she stares over at the shut box doors of the elevator and knows the second she gets home she’s going flying.

//

she wonders if she still has her aunts suit. she doesn’t feel like reds and blues tonight, wants to fly without the expectation that comes with her suit.

//

the suit, alex tells her, was quarantined.

kara shoves herself into some old jeans and a deep blue sweater and jumps into the sky. when she’s higher than the tallest building, she rolls onto her back and floats, staring up at the sky.

winn is still in the DEO headquarters. she doesn’t fly down, but she hears him typing away and watching some show on his second monitor. he’s been working late a lot lately. she doesn’t know if something is wrong or if it’s more guardian business but she misses him. she’d text him an invite, or ask him about a game night, only she left her phone at home.

james is on the phone to lucy when she flies overhead and they’re over but he still sounds adoring when he speaks to her, and happy.

alex is - doing things no sister needs to hear.

“kara.”

lena’s voice is small and kara jerks, almost rolls into the path of a bat, before she detects the slight slight whine of a voicemail.

“i know it’s late, you’re probably asleep, i just wanted to talk and,”

kara lands with a slight thump on lena’s office balcony and lena turns. the slight stutter of her heart comes not when she sees kara’s face, but her body. or, clothes.

“kara.”

she ends her voicemail, steps over to unlock the door.

“hi. i wasn’t - i was flying, i heard you.”

“oh.” lena’s fingers twitch. she folds her arms. “i signed everything.”

“yeah. alex told me.”

“i apologise for missing dinner.”

kara takes a step back, shakes her head. lena looks nervous the moment she frowns and it rips at kara. she takes another step back.

“you didn’t miss it. you stood me up.” lena doesn’t say anything. “why - what does it change?” she asks. “how am i different?” she tries to keep the frustration from her voice but whatever, she’s upset that her best friend is all wonky over this, fight her about it.

“you’re supergirl.”

“yeah.”

“i’m,”

“if you say a luthor i’m going to scream,” kara tells her, and lena’s teeth click closed around that exact phrase. “i’ve been telling you for months that i don’t care about that.”

“that’s from before i knew,”

“but i knew!” kara cries. “i knew, and i meant it, and i still mean it, and i just want,” she stutters to a stop, lifts a hand to her eyes. she’s not wearing her glasses so she just covers them with a hand and slowly drags it away when she’s contained again. “i’m sorry i didn’t tell you. i didn’t want things to change. i didn’t,” the reason, or a reason, occurs to her and she sags a little. it’s selfish but lena deserves to know. “i didn’t want you to leave me,” she tells her, in a small voice.

lena has been very quiet and still as kara spoke and now she nods. “i am sorry about tonight. sometimes, i do things like that. when someone’s upset me.” she rolls her eyes delicately. “i’ve been told it’s a defence. throw someone off balance so i feel we’re on equal terms again.” her eyes are dark, cool. “i didn’t know. that you were an alien. i keep thinking and thinking, and i keep picking out all these instances and i just,” she shakes her head. “i can’t believe i didn’t know. i don’t like that i didn’t know.”

“i’m sorry.”

lena nods. “i can’t promise everything will be as it was before.”

kara nods as well. things - this, them - have changed and nothing goes back to how it was before a shift like that. as much as something might look the same, it never is.

“but i can tell you that in a month, there is a restaurant opening. i have four tickets, i would like for you to take one.” kara blinks at her. lena doesn’t smile but she does soften, a little. “i can’t tell how this is going to go, which is freaking me out a little and in a week i’m sure i’m gong to do something drastic,” she says with an edge of warning.

“i’ll be ready,” kara promises.

“good. all i can really say is that i will still want you to be around in a months time.” kara feels herself light up at the words. they’re not 'i’m not leaving you’ or 'i’m not sending you away’ but they’re pretty damn close. “and i don’t know how i feel about this, i don’t know when I’ll figure it out, but i already miss my friend kara.” kara nods her agreement. she can feel a lena sized hole opening up inside her the longer lena speaks, making herself clear that there is going to be a distance, a time for them to figure this out. she’s sure it’ll be a good thing; she’s equally sure it’ll hurt like hell.

“tomorrow is too soon to hang out, right?” kara checks. “it’s just, alex is away and winn is busy and,” she holds up her hands, shakes her head. “no, nevermind, too soon.”

it grows a little awkward - lena thanks her for the brownies, declines when kara offers to fly her home.

but the next morning, kara opens her front door to lena’s driver, a box of cookies and a small pot of yellow flowers and a note with just a short message.

'our lives are filled with tomorrow’s. this one isn’t ours, but perhaps the next one will be. enjoy your day x’

kara tucks it between the photo frame on her bedside table and the lamp and brings the flower pot with her to the couch. she sets up her next season and pulls the pot into her lap, wraps an arm around it. she pats the pot fondly, sends a photo of herself with it to lena, and settles in.

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Soooo,,, (I'm very sorry if my random prompts/ideas are annoying lol) But could you do a jealous/pining!logic or anxiety where the other three are dating already and logic/anxiety is severely jealous. It slowly builds up until one day, maybe when filming a video(?), the others start flirting/kissing each other and logic/anxiety *has/had to leave the room*. The others come investigate why logic/anxiety left so suddenly and you can decide where to go from there(?) I hope you have fun with (1)

This prompt if you decide to do it! Have a great day!!! 💗 (2) ~ Rose Anon

Well this sure got long. Sorry this took a while. Also! You never annoy me! I love your prompts, it makes my day to see them in my inbox. Anyway, hope you like this. It was a hard choice but I eventually chose Anxiety, since I already did a fic where Logic is the one insecure about their relationship.

He was fine. Really.

He had just wanted to be alone that was all. Nothing else. He was completely fine, everything fucking perfect. He was lying on his bed blasting music because he wanted to. There was no other reason. At all.

……

He was so fucked.

Three weeks earlier.

When Morality called him into the common area, Anxiety didn’t think much of it. The eldest side frequently tried to coax him out for “bonding time,” so Anxiety figured this was just another attempt to make him socialize.

But when he got to the room, the other three were sitting on the couches looking unexpectedly nervous. Anxiety slowed at that, his eyes flicking between the three of them.

“What’s going on?” he asked, part of him wanting to back out and run.

“Ah, well, we, that is the three of us, just wanted to tell you something, um, that we, uh, thought you should know.” Morality bumbled out, unusually flustered.

“Okaaay,” Anxiety drawled out, his tone not portraying his rising heart rate. “Is this something I should be worried about?”

“Oh, no!” Morality replied hastily. “Nothing bad! It’s just, ah-“

“New,” Logic cut in, “and very different. It will likely bring some changes to the mindscape, so we thought you should be informed. Also you are our friend, and culturally it is important for friends to be told of such things.”

Anxiety’s brow furrowed. What the heck was going on?

“Can I get a translation of that?” he said.

“We’re dating!” Prince blurted out, his entire body bouncing with excitement as he turned to beam at his apparent boyfriends.

Anxiety blinked. Well that was definitely different.

“Um, congrats?” he said slowly. “So when did this happen?”

“We got together a week ago,” Morality beamed. “Sorry we didn’t tell you earlier, it was just so new! We just wanted to take some time to settle into it first.”

“Don’t, don’t worry about it” Anxiety mumbled, one hand going to rub the back of his head. “So is that all? Can I go now?”

“You can, but you’re also welcome to stay and watch a film with us” Logic replied. “We were about to watch A Dog’s Purpose. Patton requested it.” He then turned towards Morality, his normally neutral expressions softening into a smile. Anxiety had never seen Logic look like that before.

“That’s okay,“ he replied, “I don’t want to interrupt your date night or anything like that. You guys have fun.”

With that he ducked out of the room. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt a little sick to his stomach. He really was happy for them. Sure, hearing that the three of them and gotten together had surprised him, but the more he thought about it, the more it made sense. And they definitely seemed to make each other happy which was good. So why did he feel so weird?

Deciding it didn’t really matter, Anxiety decided to mess around on his laptop for a bit. Whatever he was feeling, it would probably be cured by a few hours of scrolling through Tumblr.

Two weeks ago.

Anxiety had decided to leave his room voluntarily for once. He’d been feeling restless lately, and he was hoping that a quick snack trip would calm his jitters. What he didn’t expect was to walk into the kitchen and see Morality pressed up against the counter with Prince kissing the life out of him, as Logic stood just a mere foot away, his eyes dark as he watched them.

He must have made some kind of sound in his surprise, as the two abruptly broke the kiss and turned to stare at him. Feeling flushed, and sure that his face was redder than firetruck, he cleared his throat and made a few awkward gestures, as he began to back out of the room.

“I-I’m just gonna, you know, g-go. Now. Sorry.” he stuttered out, sure that he was only making the situation more awkward.

Much to his horror though, before he could flee the room in shame. Morality moved away from Prince and towards him.

“No, no, it’s okay,” he giggled. “Not your fault. We should have known better. Did you come in here to get something?”

“I’m okay,’ Anxiety replied quickly, his voice sounding a bit higher pitched that it normally was. “Really, I’m just going to leave. You can just get back to wh-what you were, yeah, I’m just gonna go.”

With that he all but raced from the room, hands going up to try and cool down his flushed cheeks. He was never leaving his room again, ever. God, he couldn’t believe he had walked in on them.

It was kind of hot though, a voice inside his head murmured.

Yeah, it was, he thought. Then, wait….

Oh no.

Nope, nope nope! He thought furiously. We are not going there! We are erasing that thought forever and ever. Nope. Done.

As soon as he reached his room, Anxiety locked the door behind him. He needed to distract himself. Anything to move on from what had just happened. He just needed to stop thinking about it, that was all. It had been a weird day and clearly stress was starting to get to him. He’d be back to normal by tomorrow.

Refusing to dwell any further on the event or his thoughts on it, Anxiety turned to Netflix. He still needed to catch up on Voltron.

One week ago.

Anxiety hunched in on himself, as he pushed his food around on his plate. Ever since the incident of the week before, he’d been trying to avoid leaving his room as much as possible. But eventually Prince had come to drag him out, insisting that even Disney villains needed to eat, and that Logic and Morality had not only made beef stew, but also some homemade bread.

So here he was, sitting at dinner table trying to force himself to eat. It wasn’t that the food wasn’t good. It smelled delicious, but he just didn’t feel hungry.

At the sound of laughter, he flicked his eyes up to see Morality giving Logic butterfly kisses, making him squirm in his seat slightly, as Prince looked on and laughed.

Anxiety felt a pang in his stomach. He’d never seen a bunch of idiots so in love. He knew he should be happy for them, but he just couldn’t seem to muster up the emotions.

He moodily turned his gaze back to his stew. Stabbing a potato with his fork, he stared at it heavily, trying to make himself actually eat it. He needed to get over himself. Whatever this weird mood he’d gotten into, it needed to end.

But as more laughter rang out, Anxiety knew that staying here wouldn’t help. Dropping his napkin over his plate to carefully conceal just how little he had actually eaten, he stood up.

“Going to go back to my room and nap” he muttered, keeping his head down so he wouldn’t have to watch the reactions of the others. Still keeping his gaze downward, he stumbled out of the kitchen.

He could hear some murmuring behind him. They were probably wondering what was wrong with him. Well joke’s on them, he only wished he knew.

Earlier that day.

Thomas had summoned them for another video. Anxiety hadn’t wanted to come out, but Thomas summoned him directly, leaving him no choice. He actually wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be about though, as Prince had managed to derail the whole thing when he told Thomas about the new relationship.

Now the video seemed entirely focused on those three, as they happily recounted how it happened.

“I had been feeling strongly about them for some time now” Prince boomed out. “but I was unsure of how to confess my feelings. I was still contemplating what to do when the three of us had a movie night. Logan had gotten up to get more popcorn, when he tripped and landed in my lap. And, well, with him so close, I couldn’t help but to reach out and kiss him.”

“It was very sweet to watch,” Morality continued the story. “But I remember feeling a bit disappointed, and I’d planned to leave the room, when they grabbed my hands.”

“The kiss was a surprise” Logic said, “A good one though. And when Patton went to leave, I received another surprise when I realized I didn’t want to let him go. I startled myself actually. But thankfully, Roman had also reached out to him, so I knew this wasn’t a feeling I was alone in.”

“Yes,” Prince agreed. “So the two of us pulled Patton closer, and we, well, we talked and we kissed, and it all just turned out wonderfully!”

Anxiety’s fists clenched. It wasn’t fair. They were so perfect, and happy together, the three of them fitting like puzzle pieces. And here he was alone, and out of place. Why was he even here? He didn’t need to stay here, awkward and unnecessary, feeling sick and stupid as he looked at perfection, wishing that he could be part of it too- oh.

Oh shit!

He had to leave. Now.

Not even bothering to make and excuse, he sank down immediately, popping into his room. His heart pounding and his head spinning, as he turned up his music as loud as it would go.

But lying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling in desperation, not even the loudest music he had could drown out his realization. He was in love with the others.

He was so very, very fucked.

After about an hour of listening to music. Anxiety had calmed down slightly. Okay, so he was in love with them. Yes, that sucked. Yes, he was going to be miserably jealous. But, the others didn’t know, and he spent most of his time in his room anyway, so he could just hide. Hide until the feeling went away.

Deep down, Anxiety knew this wouldn’t work, but he had to try. It wasn’t like there was really another option. He was never going to get what he wanted, and if he threw a fit about it, he’d just cost himself their friendship. No, it was better to keep quiet and hidden till he had himself under control

But just after resigning himself to weeks of misery, there was a knock on the door.

Anxiety froze. Oh no. Oh, no, no, no, no. He wasn’t ready to see them!

Maybe if I don’t respond they’ll go away, he thought desperately.

But even that hope was crushed by Prince calling out “Anxiety, we know you’re in there.”

Okay, you can do this, he thought as he shuffled towards the door. I’ll just tell them I wasn’t feeling well and that I’m going to try and sleep it off. That will hopefully get them to back off and get out of the room.

Palms sweating, he reluctantly opened the door to see the three of the standing there, looking at him with varying degrees of concern.

“Hey,” he muttered, “what’s up?”

“Shouldn’t we be asking you that?” Prince said, raising an eyebrow. “You’re the one who vanished for no reason, Mr. Panic! at the Video.”

Ignoring the nickname, Anxiety mumbled in reply, “Just wasn’t feeling well”

A hand was then pressed to his forehead. “Oh, are you alright” Morality asked, concern bubbling out. “You do look a little flushed.”

Anxiety shied away from the hand. “It’s nothing,” he insisted, still refusing to meet their eyes. “I’m just going to sleep it off. I’ll be better in the morning.”

With that, he went to close the door, hoping to end this whole encounter before he could put himself through any more pain or humiliation. But Logic’s hand stopped him.

“Are you sure that’s the full truth?” he asked, his eyes intense in a way that made Anxiety suppress a shiver. “This isn’t the first incident of odd behavior. You’ve been acting strangely for weeks now. Even since we announced our relationship in fact.”

Anxiety froze. Well, shit.

Prince’s eyes narrowed. “Is that what this is?” he demanded, his voice now more angry than concerned. “Do you have a problem with the three of us being together?”

“No!” Anxiety blurted out horrified. He couldn’t have them think that! Desperate to keep them from hating him, he started babbling.

“No, I don’t have a problem with it! You guys are fantastic together. You make each other so fucking happy, and it’s great. I’m happy for you, really. And I hope that you stay happy, I swear. Please believe me, I don’t have a problem with it. And I’m so sorry I’ve been acting weird. You guys are just so fucking perfect, and I just wish-“

Anxiety cut himself off before he could blurt out anything else. His face now burning, he ducked his head, praying that the others weren’t mad.

When he dared to peek up at them trying to judge their reaction, Morality was looking thoughtful.

“Anxiety,” he said slowly, moving closer. “Stop me if you aren’t okay with this.”

Okay with what? Anxiety wondered bewildered, but before he could ask, his face was cupped, and Morality was getting closer, and closer, and then.

He was kissing him. Morality was kissing him.

Anxiety flailed a bit, his hands rising into the air uncertainly. He didn’t know what to do. Part of him desperately wanted to lean into it, but the other part of him was terrified of what might happen afterwards.

When Morality broke the kiss, his thumbs still stroking Anxiety’s cheeks, Anxiety could only gasp up at him, all his words just out of reach.

Eventually he managed to speak.

“W-w-what was that” he stuttered, eyes darting nervously to the other two, who were still watching. (Were they mad?)

“I-I don’t understand,” he continued, trying to make sense of it all.

“Really, you can’t figure it out,” Prince purred, moving closer. Oh god, he was right next to him now. His hand came up to rest on the back of Anxiety’s neck. “You can’t even guess.”

Much to his mortification, Anxiety could only squeak in response. At the sound of it, a smirk crossed Prince’s face, and the hand on Anxiety’s neck tightened, pulling him closer, and Prince was right there! And-

Anxiety abruptly pulled out of Prince’s grasp, his heart feeling like it was going to burst from his chest.

“What the hell is going on?” he demanded, caught halfway between fury and fear. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Prince straightened up from where he had been leaning over Anxiety, looking indignant, but it was Logic who spoke.

“Why would this be a joke?” he asked frowning.

Anxiety let a bitter laugh escape his lips. “Really?” he spat out. “You think I’m that stupid? Look I know I’ve been acting like an idiot recently, but that doesn’t mean I’m that stupid. Why the hell would any of you ever be interested in me? Why would anyone?”

Not wanting to see the moment when they came clean and let pretense fall, he turned away. “You can just go,” he called out over his shoulder. “I don’t fucking need this.”

But then hands were grabbing him, pulling him back towards the door. He struggled, trying to escape, but they were too strong, and soon he was wrapped in Prince’s embrace with Logic and Morality standing in front of him.

Giving up on breaking Prince’s hold, Anxiety dropped his eyes instead, wishing that they’d just let him go. But soon even that reprieve was taken from him, as Logic lifted his chin.

“Anxiety,” he said firmly. “We need to establish something. If you do not wish to enter a relationship with us because you are uninterested, that is fine. Simply tell us so and we will leave.”

“However,” here his gaze turned steely, and Anxiety’s breath caught in his chest. “If you are refusing us because you are laboring under the impression that it is us who is uninterested, or that you do not deserve to be part of such a relationship, that is entirely untrue, and such assumptions would need to be corrected immediately. Do you understand?”

Anxiety respond. He just couldn’t. It was too much to process, Logan’s words, Roman’s arms, the way Patton had begun to lean up against him. He didn’t know what to do!

His distress must have shown on his face because Logan’s eyes softened in intensity, as he stepped closer.

“Anxiety,” he said gently. “We like you. We’ve wanted you to join our relationship for some time now. The only question is, do you like us back.”

Still struggling to breath, Anxiety licked his lips and tried to muster a response, but no sound emerged. Logan’s hand came up to cradle his head. “Just nod yes or no,” he told him.

Head still reeling with everything that had happened, Anxiety did the only thing he could. He nodded.

Logan lips slid into smile, and then suddenly those lips were on his, moving gently against them.

Anxiety let his eyes slip shut, as he melted into the kiss. This- this was really happening.

Then the moment was broken, as he was spun around in Roman’s arms to gaze up at the other side. “I didn’t get to kiss your pretty lips earlier,” Roman murmured, looking at Anxiety in a way that made him squirm.

And then Roman’s arms tightened, and they were kissing, Roman’s lips pressing hot and intently against his. As the kiss went on, Roman pulled Anxiety’s lower lip into his mouth, biting on it slightly, making Anxiety gasp, with Roman taking the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

When he was finally released, his head swimming, Anxiety barely had time to breath before he was turned yet again to face Patton, who began to press kisses to every inch of his face. Not just his lips, but his cheeks, his nose, his forehead. It was overwhelming.

A hand slid into his hair and tipped his head back as Patton moved to his neck, making Anxiety meet Logan’s eyes.

“Think you understand now?” the other teased, his eyes glittering.

Head still spinning, Anxiety could only pant in response. But Logan’s smirk said he understood. And judging by his chuckle, so did Roman.

Logan leaned in again, making Anxiety’s eyes flutter shut.

“We are never going to let you go,” he murmured against Anxiety’s lips. “You’re stuck with us.”

Anxiety was okay with that.