#as i get older it's not funny anymore hearing 'oh you must look like your dad!' or jokes about me being adopted

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s5 episode 5 thoughts

it’s been a few days. and you KNOW what i’m craving!!! 

ohhhh this episode… so i’ve heard about this one before. specifically it was brought up a lot when i voiced my complaints with small potatoes, with a lot of commenters comparing it to this episode. so that doesn’t fill me with a sense of joy and anticipation.

well, i had a nice day. the only way out is through. let’s see if this makes me as mad as small potatoes, shall we?

(author's note: i have many, many questions. i mean i can tell that this was an homage to old spooky movies but beyond that: huh?)

why now in the series? who came up with this? why do multiple episodes explore the concept of forced impregnation as something silly and harmless? why did the agents look so good in black and white? have they danced together before? do you believe in life after love?

let us take it from the top.

we begin with a comic book, it seems? inside is a black and white scene. is this whole episode in black and white? i looked at the image for the episode and it was black and white, too

this guy izzy is trying to go to a comic book convention, but his mom said she’ll kick him out. damn. being a nerd is hard. is this taking place in the distant past or something? well, the cars look older too.

(it was not taking place in the distant past... also, i thought izzy's mom, mrs. berkowitz, was mean at first because she joked about kicking him out, but she was actually the best character in this episode) 

later that night we see their home, including a photo of izzy with a pig, but she’s watching jerry springer. which seems anachronistic to the black and white setting. it’s an episode about a hairy baby. while the windows are being covered up with a sort of striped tent??? and something is smoking. 

enter cher???? no, enter someone else as cher plays. i do like when they put music in the episodes.

mom is coughing while a man with two faces comes to get her???

i mean, okay, the song slaps. i am unfamiliar with the work of cher and i was jamming out to it, even if i had no idea what was really going on except that maybe izzy made a frankenstein dupe in a comic, and it somehow came to life and hurt his mom. sure. why not?

the intro was shortened... you still can’t fool me.

the whole episode is in black and white????

OH GOD. this lady felt a presence in the room, woke up three days later and was pregnant??? with izzy??? 

so frankenstein is the father????? and it happened again??? and she heard cher when it went down??? man. man what.

scully is reading this letter… LMAO mulder was mentioned on the jerry springer show episode about the wolf baby, which is how she found him <- BAHAHA this cannot be good for his covert work!!!! 

her name is mrs. berkowitz and she is pouring our agents a soda as they enter her home. it is very kind to offer them caffeine as they rely so heavily upon it. and she wants to know about the wolf baby. it feels very weird to hear mulder do the medical talking.

WHAT THE HELL??? she is somehow pregnant again despite having a tubal ligation…. hey what. how is she not losing her mind? scully looks utterly gagged. 

the camera work here is so different, there are these intense closeups on the character with a sort of fisheye effect, it's both off-putting and cool

mrs. berkowitz says mulder knows what is happening, but he says he’s not even sure if he believes in aliens anymore??? he has to be lying. or does he actually believe that everything was faked as put forth by the redux trilogy? i thought he saw through that when he told CSM to go fuck off. also, i KNOW he is not dead.

sorry, but scully looks so good in black and white and a pinstriped suit. ohhhh my god.

anyway, scully says hmm, your description of the intruder is funny... because it MATCHES THIS COMIC BOOK CHARACTER FROM IZZY’S ROOM!!

izzy created that comic book character… so the plot is thickening??? 

enter izzy. we must confront him with this fact. he says that he’s seen “the great mutato” too, and that plenty of people have!! is he hanging in the neighborhood?? doing evil activities??? he's like, a real guy? and not some mysterious intruder???

cut to izzy outside with a peanut butter sandwich, luring in the beast

“i think what we’re seeing here is an example of a culture for whom daytime talk shows and tabloid headlines have become a reality against which they measure their lives- a culture so… so obsessed by the media and a chance for self-dramatization that they’ll do anything in order to gain a spotlight” (twirling my hair... kicking my feet a little... hey scully...)

“i am alarmed that you would reduce these people to a cultural stereotype” <- YEAH YOU TELL HER MULDER ‼️

they’re fighting about if this is possible or not and frankly i think they should just kiss about it 

(about the rumors, he says:) “but nonetheless unverifiable, and therefore true in the sense that they’re believed to be true” hey. when they talk all academic?? i'm swooning.

and they’re soooo close as they're fighting over all of this <3

“is there anything that you don’t believe in, mulder?” <- i was really looking forward to hearing him answer that, but no!! a distant moaning cut him off!!

scully….. oh my god…….. nothing to note here in terms of plot, she’s just pretty

the great mutato EMERGES for his sandwich!! and mulder is in trackstar mode absolutely SPRINTING, coat billowing behind him as thunder crackles and his long long legs carry him into the woods. and scully is fast too, but he is so much faster it’s actually funny. that man was made to run. absolute horse DNA

oooooo spoooooky, mulder is running after the great mutato into the woods with scully not too far behind, and they can’t find him!!

BAHAHA the old school movie effects are kinda endearing. mulder pointing “there!” and then a dramatic crash of thunder revealing a silhouette… yeah, i giggled 

i’m not well versed enough in old movies to understand all of these references, but i bet they had the horror girlies losing their minds 

but it’s just some guy walking a pig?? telling them to gtfo. well!

guy with pig sends them to his son???? who i later learned is named dr. pollidori. and who has a newspaper article about some experiment he did. this guy is looking like a stereotypical mad scientist. “my father is a simpleton farmer. he understands nothing of my scientific achievements” <- okay nerd, let’s not get in a science-off with dr. scully… also, let's not be mean to your dad!!

this mad scientist dr. pollidori says he is going to remembered for his incredible discovery of the “homeotic hox gene” and i hope he is taken down by scully. i hope she disproves every single thing he says. and then spits on him. fuck this guy for real.

i paused to write that down and she’s smiling at mulder behind this evil doctor’s shoulders :,)

mad scientist dr. pollidori tries to pull the whole “oh, let’s have scully explain my incredibly advanced research” card, further proving his evil tendencies, and she says it has something to do with growth. which is more than i could say.

he says he has to leave to go to an important international talk and she hits him with “sir, unless you want your scientific achievements to end up as a footnote on the jerry springer show, i suggest that you make the time” <- DAMN, GET HIM AGAIN FOR ME!!! i love when she puts people in their place.

i love this sort of "fishbowl/actors looking right into the camera" angle, because they look so cool standing like that. and i want to draw them like this, but i can’t draw. so i will just admire them instead. yeahhhh. they look cool as hell.

so it seems that what this mad scientist fellow dr. pollidori does is torture fruit flies and act mysterious? while thunder crashes about. kind of a sick gig aside, from the fly torture, but i could be mysterious and be way nicer. i could be a friendly mad scientist. i know a few of those, and they’re fascinating people!

so he fucked up some fruit flies and gave them legs in their mouths. that is rude as hell.

mulder asks “why would you do that?” (we were all thinking it) and mad scientist dr. pollidori says “because i can” with another crash of thunder. throw him to the dungeons at once!!! 

dr. pollidori says "it" (editing genes to put legs in mouths) could theoretically be done in humans. scully tries to assure mulder this really isn’t the case, and it’s not quite that easy, but mulder isn’t so sure

“given the power, who could resist to create life in his own image?”, mulder asks <- honey, you just need a cat. you’re not ready for a child yet. i know you want one so badly, but you sleep on the couch. it's just not the right time.

ohhh she got him with just that LMAOOOO “we already have that ability, mulder; it’s called procreation” <- i am very attuned to scully, as you can clearly tell by me anticipating that line

she says she’s going to really see if mrs. berkowitz is pregnant tomorrow... i did not know that this was a service scully could provide. but i guess i should have assumed.

dr. pollidori has a wife??? her name is elizabeth. she wants to talk to him about children?????? but he says “you know how i feel about children” okay well elizabeth seems too good for you anyway, so??

“what happened to our dream?” “i think that’s your dream” <- BABE LEAVE HIM!!! FUCK THE MAILMAN!!! YOU CAN DO IT!!!

everything is so incredibly 1950’s coded in this scene, down to her little apron

i’m picking up a sword for elizabeth, why are you being so mean to her, mad scientist dr. pollidori!!!!!!!!!!! NO, SHE’S CRYING!!!!!!!!! DIVORCE, BABES, DIVORCE!!

but something is at the window?? NO!! STAY AWAY FROM HER, GREAT MUTATO, SHE’S HAD ENOUGH!!

diner time with the agents. seems the whole town is there and they are smiling at them. in an unsettling manner. oh lord, why is MULDER so good looking in black and white too?? someone put me down like a rabid dog.

awww, scully finds a newspaper and it mentions their FBI stuff… who snitched on them!!! :(

mulder is presented with an IMMENSE amount of food (he only wanted coffee!) on behalf of JJ (that’s with two J's), and i still can’t figure out the vibe here, because on one hand we’ve got spooky silly mad scientist dr. pollidori, and on the other hand we have a rapist monster so. like?? hey???

some reporter character next to mulder is writing down everything he says and does. and this waitress gets right in his face to ask if jerry springer is coming to town. i’m uncomfy, you’re uncomfy, we’re all uncomfy.

so the newspaper article had everything they said last night word for word!!! who was sneaking around?? other than that person who was just sneaking over mulder’s shoulder, but we had not seen before??

izzy is being questioned for potential recording of their conversation and they’re sticking their heads in one at a time LMAOOOO. mrs. berkowitz has had ENOUGH of izzy's shenanigans!

he pulls out a tape recorder, and their whole conversation from the night before was on there!!! and then mulder rewinds, and they hear the cher song???? what!!! how is this connected??? and they hear a voice singing along!!! it’s the great mutato!!! he wasn't even there when that happened!!!

SO WHO WAS RECORDING EVERYTHING?????

the great mutato is dancing around in the doctor’s house!!!!!

LMAOOOOO mulder’s spouting frankenstein analysis in relation to this case (hey. call me btw) and scully hits him with the “mulder, i’m alarmed you would reduce this man to a literary stereotype” <- yeah the roasting should be mutual

he asks who else would go to such lengths to get mrs. berkowitz pregnant, and she’s looking around as if she has to gently break the news to him that "well, mulder, certain men love to hurt women", etc etc

scully is reading mrs. berkowitz’s file as they drive off, and everything DOES look true, both the tubal ligation and the pregnancy!!! when mulder starts driving the car backwards???

WE GET ANOTHER CHER SONG MOMENT as they run into a house that is covered with a tent!!! like we saw before at the very beginning with mrs. berkowitz!!! i think it’s dr. pollidori's house!!! and it’s filled with smoke!!! 

the girls (the agents) are breaking in!!! have we considered that scully should get out of here considering what happened last time we saw this exact scenario go down????? she’s coughing!!!!

mulder emerges from nearby, but nooooo!! they both collapse!!!!!! and the pig guy/dr. pollidori's father from before has a gas mask and says there ain’t no monster!!! HUH??

dr. pollidori comes back to his home a few days later, and poor mulder and scully and elizabeth are on the floor in a heap, looking terribly hung over from this gassing. they must have been out for like three days!!!

mulder says out loud that he thinks that he thinks dr. pollidori's wife elizabeth was impregnated, which is crazy to say btw, but elizabeth seems deeply excited at the fact. and then he tries to stand up and confront dr. pollidori, but he crashes into some stuff. and people are so right, mulder IS my baby girl. 

scully, meanwhile, is explaining that she thinks this is all some big hoax.

but mulder!!! he finds a frying pan!! and mrs. berkowitz also had her frying pans “violated”, in his words!!

his tie is all messy and he’s stumbling around. we are given a brief insight into what drunk mulder must appear like. but a principled man, he has generally sworn off alcohol, so this is all we can use to imagine how such a sight would appear.

when they pull out an empty jar of peanut butter like izzy used to summon the great mutato, he proclaims that he found his smoking gun. lmao

IT’S THE DOCTOR'S DAD?????? THE ONE WHO WAS WALKING THE PIG EARLIER??? HE’S BRINGING THE MUTATO SANDWICHES AND CALLS HIM "SON"??? please put your son on a leash sir, because he is clearly committing crimes

ohhh confrontation time between dr. pollidori and his father…. OHHHH choking is going on. the dad said he did "it" because he can….. terrible reasoning to make a guy, btw

mulder is back in the diner, and now everyone is avoiding his gaze, throwing things at him, trying to trip him!!! JJ spits on his plate!!! he still looks good as hell though. 

THEY POUR THE COFFEE RIGHT IN HIS LAP???? RUDE AF????

now the newspaper is publishing that the agents think the monster is a hoax, which i guess explains his treatment. so do the townspeople LIKE the monster, then??? and so denying him is to deny what makes them unique? but hold onto that thought, because now everyone is running outside!!!!

THE POLICE HAVE IZZY???? he has a mask on!!! the cop says they've caught their monster. a cosplay mask doesn’t make him a monster, you utter fools. mrs. berkowitz is a good mom though; she says she WILL throw hands with the whole town for judging her boy, and i respect that 

oh, scully with the big reveal: the stuff on the frying pan they found at the doctor's house is used to knock out farm animals???? and farmers have to be on a register to use it!! which leads them to dr. pollidori's father aka the guy who walked his pig!!!!

the great mutato finds his father dead in the kitchen and mourns him, bringing him into the barn where he sobs and digs him a grave. it is sad. but. he still did those terrible things to mrs. berkowitz and elizabeth, so i'm not sure how bad i'm supposed to feel.

so the agents arrive, while it seems he is hiding up in the rafters. they find a puck of that weird gas that knocks you out, and mulder says he thinks they’re too late as they find the freshly dug grave

OHHH they hear a creaking and he WHIPS out his gun, but does this thing where he backs up so he is RIGHT in front of scully… wait, i need to watch that again. yeah, it was good. 

it’s the journalist person??? from before at the diner?? here to get a good scoop on the murder!!!!

but now the angry townspeople are arriving!!! lead by dr. pollidori! it’s very much giving gaston in beauty in the beast with the flaming torches. well. they’re going after him. while our agents are in the rain. probably still enduring a crazy chemical hangover. 

NOOOO!!!! scully turns around and sees the mutato!!! wow, she actually saw the creature for once lmao. that never seemed to happen in the early seasons

so they go in the cellar after the mutato and find a shrine to CHER NOW HOLD ON. HOLD ON. i have to pause and laugh. WHAT THE HELL. LMAOOOO

at least he has taste, i guess??

they find him in the corner and tell him to come out. scully seems deeply compassionate.

meanwhile, the barn is fully on fire as the journalist tries to write everything down. who will think of the sheep and pigs??? and even the chickens???

they emerge from the cellar but nooo, the journalist sees them!!! and the townspeople are invading!!!

the doctor says to let him go or they’ll burn him out. and he reveals to the crowd it was his FATHER who created him!!

mulder holds up a finger to wordlessly say “WATCH IT, WISE GUY” while the mutato is trying to say something. oh he can fully talk. “i have never acted to harm another soul” <- BUDDY. BUDDY WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING TO THOSE WOMEN????????

he’s monologing now, explaining he was the product of the doctor’s experiments. but his father rescued and loved him. and he tried to learn the science to make him a friend. also a horse is listening to all of this btw.

dr. pollidori's calls mutato a mistake which is rude as hell. 

however, if i’m supposed to feel bad for this guy for saying sorry after being caught raping women, i’m not gonna 💀 it sucks that he was abandoned and unloved, but we still need to have ethics in our conduct

scully looks deeply upset though.

he says he learned so much about humanity, and about love; “cher loved that boy so much” <- well. yeah. i laughed.

izzy declares that the great mutato is no monster!!!! i guess that he is his father, so he might be a bit biased there.

mulder is troubled by the fact that unlike in the original book of frankenstein, this monster did not escape to look for a bride! he wants to speak to the writers

“there’s not gonna be any bride, mulder. not in this story” “well then where’s the writer? i want to speak to the writer” <- LMAOOO why did this feel like a dig at the MSR shippers, i'm HOWLING

we end with more cher as cars drive down the road. AND THE AGENTS HAVE THE GREAT MUTATO IN THEIR CAR??? he’s just chilling in the back.

AND THEY TAKE HIM TO A CHER CONCERT??? OR IMPERSONATOR??? OR SOMETHING!?? AND HE’S LOSING HIS MIND?? WHILE IZZY AND THE AGENTS WATCH???

AND THEN WE SEE THE GREAT MUTATO BABIES ON JERRY SPRINGER and when he asks if the babies are hard to love due to their two faces (rude??) mrs. berkowitz says “what’s not to love?” <- okay queen!!!! she may have gone through a lot, but damn she loves her babies!!!

and then… mulder takes scully, and they dance??? they dance??? i knew there was a dance scene actually because i had seen in mentioned before, but i am seeing this??? with my eyes???? oh my god???

they love each other man... and maybe that’s romantic or maybe they’re best friends and maybe it's both or some secret third thing, but that is LOVE!!!!! LOOK AT THEM!!!!!

and then izzy turns it into a comic book??

WHAT THE FUCK DID I JUST WATCH LMAOOOOO

guys please be kind to me if you understood this because i did not. i’m half laughing and half soooo confused

????? man, hold on

again, i see the similarities to small potatoes as has been mentioned before. and we’re supposed to just feel bad for the great mutato and wave off the rape. which doesn’t fly for me. and also why have there been two episodes with this theme now. what was chris carter smoking? and can we get him a different strain? 

tbh, i really haven’t listened to cher before but if nothing else this episode put me onto her?? i guess??

i don’t have that same visceral sick feeling that i had from small potatoes, which i take is because we did not see scully as the victim of the violence this time around, but still. not great. 

it felt like a huge inside joke i’m not in on. so i’m confused. and i appreciate that this is referencing old movie tropes, but that doesn’t mean i understand them any better, you know?

but they danced :( they danced :(

i waited two days before writing this up to try and let some time pass and hopefully make my perceptions a bit clearer, but i don't think it worked as well as i had hoped. this has to be a record for most question marks per episode writeup. so i am going to NEED to know what the wider community thinks of this episode. and also what you, the person reading, thinks of this episode. is this a cult classic? am i simply too young to understand the references? or is there truly nothing to get and the episode is just Like That for some reason?

i was, all in the span of 40-ish minutes, amused, disgusted, enamored, and baffled. with different percentages of each.

conclusion: mrs. berkowitz is real as hell, mulder and scully look AMAZING in black and white, and i do not forgive the great mutato. also they danced, btw. not sure if you caught that.

however, if i may venture a guess: this episode and the last were more silly than usual, and i appreciate that. but, i actually do sort of know what happens in the next two, in a "describe it in one sentence" kind of way, because before i decided to watch this show i googled it to see what it was about... and i came across this plot point. and maybe they decided to do something a bit more light-hearted before coming in with the emotional devastation. although, that did not stop them last season, so who knows?

i am excited to watch the next two.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

big dipper

plum, chapter eleven 

a/n: i usually write for this when i’m sad, often also in the middle of the night when i can’t sleep. this part was no exception. 

warnings: Joel Miller x reader, MILD SPOILERS for the last of us (both games and the hbo series), slow burn, age gap (20 years), timeline wise this is set in between the first and second game (so when they live in Jackson), ptsd, alcohol consumption, kissing

word count: 662

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“Well, hello,” bubbled out of you as you spotted Joel walking past your front porch, “funny seeing you here.”

Stopping in his tracks, he glanced up and spotted you leaning against the railing with a breezy smile upon your face, “hi.”

Squinting your eyes at him for a second, you spoke, “I know why I’m not at the party, but why aren’t you?” still hearing the gathering softly in the distance. 

“I actually just came from there,” he tugged his hands into his pockets, his warm breath clear in the night air, “just on my way back.”

“Already? Damn, you must be a lot older than Tommy told me,” you teased, suddenly feeling the deck sway slightly beneath your feet, making your fingers tighten their grip on the railing, “bailing on a party after only an hour.”

Furrowing his brows at you, he asked, “are you drunk?” 

“No,” your light-hearted lie wasn’t convincing at all so you followed it up with, “okay, yeah, I might be a little buzzed.” 

“Right,” he chuckled and twisted to return to his journey home, “just don’t stay out here in the cold too long.”

“Why?” you scoffed through your giggle, halting his footsteps yet again.

“Just because the alcohol feels like it's warming you up, doesn’t mean you won’t get hypothermia. Especially dressed like that.”

“Yeah, yeah,” waving a hand in his direction, you fibbed, “I’ll go back inside in a bit.” 

“Just put on a jacket at least.”

“Nice trick mister,” you chuckled, “but I’m not going inside after my jacket. I know you,” you pointed an accusing finger at him as he suddenly abandoned his original destination and walked up your steps, “you’ll just barricade the door or something as soon as I’m inside,” though when you saw him shrug his own thick coat off and drape it over your frame, your jovial smile fell from you joking lips, “oh, I wasn’t trying to-”

“Just shut up and take it,” he quietly cut off your protest, then rested his forearms against the fence and stared out into the dim town below. 

Blinking at him a second, you eventually gave in, accepting the warm layer, “…thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Slotting in beside him, your eyes soon drifted up to look at the night sky, absentmindedly uttering, “you know, my grandma knew the names of all the different constatations in the sky, told me all about them when I came over as a kid, but somehow, I still only remember the name of big dipper. I mean, I know them, I know every single one of them, just not the names anymore. Funny how things just slip away like that. No matter how hard you fight to remember, it all just ends up being like a dream,” you then dropped your vision to find Joel already looking at you. 

Maybe it was the alcohol at work or maybe it was the months of confusing feelings finally colliding, but the next thing you knew you had leaned in and pressed your lips against his. With the whole world spinning, you felt one of his hands instinctually find purchases on your waist and the other on your cool cheek. But just as quickly as it had happened, that’s how abruptly it ended when Joel suddenly took a tense step back, his fingers still lingering a second long as you blinked up at him in dazed amazement. 

“Plum, I-…” he didn’t move an inch as you briefly saw a look of genuine fear wash over his severe features, “you should probably head off to bed.”

“What?” you sounded out of breath. 

Keep his eyes averted, he dodged, “drink some water, maybe eat a bit so that you don’t feel as bad tomorrow,” slowly backing away and recoiling as if he had just broken a priceless vase.  

Too stunned to run after him, still enveloped in his jacket, you shouted, “Joel!” watching from the porch as he walked away. 

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[imsogayyippee]

playlist anon back again here's the highlights

Butch 4 Butch - Rio Romeo

I Love You Like An Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

Laplace's Angel (Hurt People? Hurt People!) - Will Wood (you ever see those videos of cosplays where one person is sitting on a chair and the other person is walking around them kinda pushing them around while this plays? Yeah that.)

Baby Hotline - Jack Stauber

Trees II - McCafferty (this is just vibe but I think it makes sense)

Choke - I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME (my friend says this is THE timlex song)

505 - Arctic Monkeys ("I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck" / "or I did last time I checked")

Milk Carton - Mercy Necromancy

GAHHH sorry im gonna yap about butch 4 butch n more gay shit i hope youdont mind.

this song is SO FUCKING ENTRY 54 TO ME. AUGHGUHDUSHGS.

"My sweetheart's piano is rat filled/And mine is infested with bugs/The music we make is unnatural/But it sounds just like falling in love"

DO YOU GET ME. CAN ANYONE HEAR ME.

"Tomorrow we'll dig through the garbage/And we'll fish out all kinds of neat trash/And when we go back to my apartment/She'll probably kick my fucking ass"

"I sing her songs in my garage/And make her fall in love with me/And once we're done/The sun is gone/We both just sit so nervously/I talk real slow/And speak real low/Hoping she'll lean into me/But we just laugh cause/What was that/We can't take ourselves seriously"

"She makes me go weak in the knees/But I can't let her see me swoon/Or else she will think I am sweet"

IM SICK IM SICK AOAIUAHGU THEY MAKE ME SO SICK.

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anyways. i love you like an alcoholic

"Cast that first glance: your smile, my veins"

entry 84. it was love at first sight btw. yeah im right it's canon.

"Kissed that first night/And then the rain opened up the sky to get"

RAIN??? LIKE ENTRY 54? 😦😦😦😦

"I need you like I need a broken leg"

adding this cause it's funny

"Some handsome dark stranger/You were standing there on the corner/You had those compelling magnetized/Eyes you must have lost when you got older"

um. what role did alex immediately give tim when they met. yeah

"Seven blocks in, my fingers brushed your hand/I blushed and you laughed/But you seemed a little sad/I ain't one to jump a ship/But I absolutely knew/I was six steps in when I fell into you"

I HATE THEM I HATE THEM I HATE THEM!!!!! /nsrs

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anyways i listened to laplace's angel (i didn't remember which song it was even if i had heard it bfore. btw no i havent seen those videos sorry 😭😭) and um. kills them with my mind

"Could you take a look at me?/Am I bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?/And now we're singing, ooh, whatever you think of me/If you were in my shoes, you'd walk the same damn miles I do"

PARALELLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"It doesn't take a killer to murder/It only takes a reason to kill"

AUGHGHSH THEY MAKE ME SICK. ALEX FUCKING KRALIE.

"The only ones in need of love are those who don't receive enough/So evil ones should get a little more"

I THINK I HAUVE COVID.

"If you were in my shoes, you’d see I wear the same size as you"

FALLS HITS MY HEAD AND DIES.

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sorry i would talk about baby hotline but the kind of lyrics it has are kinda hard to "analyze" like im doing with other songs 😭

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"Cute guy, nice face/Wrong time, wrong place/I knew in a matter of a minute/His face was smashed/His skin was burnt/His shirt was torn in the dirt"

oh. ok then,dies

"I need you more than you need me/You're beautiful and smart and kind/While I am ugly, full of lies" "And I can't be with you anymore/I can't live like this anymore/I can't hold your heart anymore/I need you to go on without me"

.🙁🙁

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read the lyrics of choke um. yeah i see it. all i have to say is toxic old men yaoi except theyre not old

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"I'd probably still adore you with your hands around my neck/Or I did last time I checked" "But I crumble completely when you cry/It seems like once again you've had to greet me with goodbye"

.🙁

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"When you put a knife to my neck/My stomach doesn't fill with dread/It's fill with butterflies instead/And when you threaten to do things to me/I don't scream"

ANON WHEN I GET YOU. /VPOS

anyways. that's it i hope yuo liked me talkig about gay peopel like and subscribe for more!!!!!!

[dragonmasterhiccup]

She almost chuckled at the small 'wave' he did, staring at him expectantly as he finished his response. "Hmm, I wouldn't be too sure about that " Freya, of course, didn't admit that she wouldn't even consider leaving him by himself if he did so happen to do something like that, even if she assumed Toothless will be at his side immediately. She was a bit stubborn.

She slightly tilted her head as Hiccup explained how 'good' of a hiding place his spot was, opening her mouth to retort back until a piece of the log fell..right on his head. The corner of her lips lifted, snickering quietly before she spoke in a sarcastic tone: "You don't say..?" With an amused smirk, she glanced around the scenery in a casual manner, "Looks like you'll just have to admit that my hiding spot is better."

Hearing him agree to lunch, Freya started to realize how fast the time had gone. Soon, it would be the evening..and they would have to leave each other's company yet again - something that left her in a certain mood she couldn't quite explain; almost..disappointment, that he wouldn't be around her and Ayla anymore. It was rather funny how much has changed. Before, she might've never even allowed him to be around her little sister so much, but things seemed to change after Hiccup was there to help Ayla when she was sick.

"Yeah...hopefully we don't run into anymore trouble over there... considering what happened when we went together that one day..." The memory of him kissing her forehead tried to distract her by causing her face to dust over in a light shade of red. She cleared her throat as she glanced around the forest, attempting to ignore those thoughts while she mumbled, "We have Ayla with us this time..so..nothing should be too crazy.."

At Hiccup's question, Ayla folded her arms while puffing out her cheeks, "Hey! I would've found you just as easily..! I think.." She shook her head, snapping out of the brief moment of doubt that clouded her mind, "Anyway, I still found you! So, win for me!"

Lightly shrugging, she continued to try and spot out her sister's black hair, finally noticing Blaze sitting oddly close to a specific rock, "Aw, okay, no nicknames then.." Her suspicious were deemed correct as she glimpsed at Hiccup, seeing him motion towards the same rock where she predicted Freya was at. Putting a finger on her lips, she silently told him to remain quiet as she began to quietly step towards the boulder, "Geez, I have no clue where she might be... you're not helping me either guys, so.."

Tip-toeing next to Blaze, her hand gently ran across his neck in an action of saying ''thank you' before she continued: "I might just have to..." Abruptly pushing through the ferns that hid her older sister, she raised her voice as she finished, "Find her myself!" She giggled at the startled expression Freya wore, clutching onto her stomach as she tried to breath properly. "Oh man, y-you should've seen the look on your face! Those flowers in your hair only made it better!"

Freya, on the other hand, pursed her lips with lowered brows, standing up from her spot as she pointedly stared at Hiccup and Blaze, "You guys must have did something. That was a really good hiding spot.." Her eyes landed on Blaze, who merely smiled at her with amusement being evident on his features. "I totally could've won that." She sighed, fixing the stranded pieces of her hair as she made sure the flowers hadn't fallen out, "Well, what do you say? One more round of hide and seek or go get some lunch--"

As if on cue at the mention of lunch, Ayla's stomach lightly growled, voicing out her hunger without any need of words. "...Y'know, on second thought...I think we should go back home now...the Great Hall sounds... nice." The younger girl muttered, flickering her gaze elsewhere in embarrassment.

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The walk back was a bit humourous, at least to Freya. It was a small competition between her and Ayla of who could balance themselves the most on logs they found along the way. They had nearly gotten into another unnecessary argument about it until Blaze purposefully walked between them, causing them to slightly stumble in their steps for a moment before they chose to let it go.

Now, they stood in front of the Great Hall, vikings going in and out of the large doors as some of them spared a few glances their way, murmuring amongst themselves about the new 'relationship' the Chief's son was in. Freya paid no mind to it, at least she tried to, as she beckoned Blaze forward, confidently striding alongside him as Ayla lingered closer next to Hiccup.

The line for food was as long as it usually was, having to wait another excruciating ten minutes for their food. Coincidentally, it was the same mutton stew that Stoick made on her night over for dinner, but she predicted it wouldn't be as good as his dish was. She was about to find a table for them all to sit at, all until a certain someone shouted for her attention: "Well, look who it is! Hiccup and his newfound girlfriend!" Snotlout mockingly waved his hand, slightly shaking his head with a raised brow.

Freya narrowed her eyes, amber iris's glinting with annoyance at the sight of him, all previous light-hearted attitude disappearing, "Hey. I have my little sister here with me, so refrain from acting so childish." Knowing he probably didn't want to sit with them, she started to walk over in his direction, Fishlegs and the twins also sitting with him, "C'mon guys, it looks like they could use a little more company, right?" She felt triumphant at the small scowl Snotlout gave her as she set her bowl down on the table, Blaze staring at the young viking wearily as he sat down behind his rider.

Ayla, who was ignorant to the tension, shrugged, "Okay, sounds good to me!" She sauntered over to her older sister, placing down her bowl as she patted the spot next to her, "Hiccup! Come sit between me and Fey!" She quickly began eating, ignoring the bickering between Freya and Snotlout as they threw insults to one another, such as "you're so annoying" and "you're so short."

Fishlegs heaved a quiet sigh, trying to enjoy his meal with the arguing now occuring between the two. In the midst of the sudden chaos, he glanced at Hiccup with a faint smile, nodding his greeting as he continued to eat in silence, not knowing exactly when he could talk. Meatlug was tranquilly laying on her side, satisfied from her lunch she had already eaten as the bustling noise of vikings didn't seem to bother her one bit.

Giving her a lopsided grin, he replied, "No, I'm pretty sure about that!"

Shaking the log pieces out of his hair, he chuckled lightly. "Yeah...yeah, your spot is, undoubtedly, better!" Looking over at Freya, he grinned brightly.

He blushed lightly, remembering exactly what had happened last time.

Would something like that happen again? Even with Ayla there?

"Uh...well, I, I wouldn't put it past Snotlout to not challenge us again in some capacity, if we run into him again. But...we can handle that, can't we?"

Hiccup had to suppress a grin as Ayla pretended to have no idea where Freya was.

What he couldn't prevent was the laughter that spilled out at Freya's shocked expression, but he quickly brought his hand up to cover his mouth, so as to not make her feel embarrassed. His eyes betrayed him, though.

Putting his hands up, he played innocent, trying to suppress his laughter, "What? I didn't say anything!"

Seeing Ayla's embarrassment, he stepped forward, acting as though his stomach had growled instead of hers. "Great idea! I'm feeling a bit hungry myself!"

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The murmurs didn't go past Hiccup. He did his best to ignore them as he walked in beside Freya and Ayla.

He had to suppress a grin, seeing how impatient Freya was. But, the wait wasn't bad, and soon enough they had filled bowls in their hands and were looking for a place to sit.

At the sound of Snotlout, Hiccup stopped in his tracks, turning to face his cousin. "Oh, h-hey Snotlout."

He did a double take as Freya made her way over to sit at his table. Hiccup followed suit, nodding as Ayla offered him a seat between her and her sister.

The twins exchanged a look, Ruffnut speaking first. "So, the rumors are true, then? Hiccup's finally got himself a girlfriend!"

Tuffnut chuckled. "Yeah! Who'd have thought that would happen? This walking twig?"

"Really, Tuffnut?" Hiccup rolled his eyes. "Need I remind you, you're just as thin as I am, if not more."

Ruffnut shook her head. "So? Who cares! The point is, no one thought you'd actually find someone!"

Hiccup returned Fishlegs nod, and finally dug into his meal.

[mcflymemes]

INDIANA JONES AND THE TEMPLE OF DOOM PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the 1984 film

step on it!

is it short for something?

i'll be asleep in five minutes.

where's the antidote?

trouble? what kind of trouble?

what a vivid imagination.

they're just fear and folklore.

you're gonna get killed chasing after your damn fortune and glory.

hold on to your potatoes!

very funny. very funny!

i was happy in shanghai!

i'm all right.

where's my gun? WHERE'S MY GUN?

our plane crashed.

better hurry up or you won't get to hear it.

aren't you gonna introduce us?

we're in trouble!

listen, i just met you!

i'm not so sure.

you're too proud to admit that you're crazy about me.

are you not eating?

we're all vulnerable to vicious rumor.

no! what are you doing? you fool!

this is the night i slipped right through your fingers.

he's not coming.

this is not my idea of a swell time!

i could have been your greatest adventure.

i've got something for you.

my friends were rich; we went to parties all the time in limousines!

i hate the water, and i hate being wet... and i hate YOU!

if i have offended you, i am sorry.

you will become a true believer.

we! are! going! to! die!

hey! no time for love!

wait! wait! he's mine!

i burned my fingers and i cracked a nail!

for crying out loud, there's a kid driving the car!

if you want me, you know where to find me.

to get out you must take the left tunnel.

maybe. but not today.

after all the fun we've had together?

you never told me you spoke my language.

there are no stories anymore.

the newspapers greatly exaggerated the incident.

i can't believe i'm not going.

five minutes. you'll be back over here in five minutes.

what exactly was it they say was stolen?

i'll tell you in the morning.

nothing shocks me.

there's nothing you have that i could possibly want.

ooh, what big birds!

we've got company!

no, it wasn't my hands.

anything can happen.

is he nuts?

i hate being outside!

i'm allowing you to tag along.

too much to drink?

the biggest trouble with her is the noise.

what kind of a name is that?

step where i step, and don't touch anything.

no thanks. no more adventures.

there are two dead people in here!

it's not usual for a guest to insult his host.

so why don't you give your mouth a rest?

you are in a position unsuitable to give orders.

you know what your problem is? you're too used to getting your own way.

i'm a singer! i could lose my voice!

i keep telling you, you listen to me more, you live longer.

are you trying to develop a sense of humor or am i going deaf?

maybe he likes older women.

you haven't been able to take your eyes off of me.

oh shit.

you know i did.

wake up! you're my best friend! wake up!

i can't believe this.

you know how to fly, don't you?

look, just... stand against the wall.

you have insulted my son.

give me your hat.

i think we'll camp here tonight.

i spared his life.

i'm sorry. i thought we were talking about folklore.

hang on, we're going for a ride!

it wasn't me! it's her!

hard to believe, isn't it?

where's my razor?

i'm not going to have anything nice to say about this place when i get back!

[linagram]

[ 𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚞'𝚜 𝚝𝟷 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 ] 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎-𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚗

well. what can i say, riku and reina's trial is going to be one of the most emotional ones. also, now we have only one vd left! :D

riku will reveal a lot of information about his crime in this vd and personally, yeah, i think riku's crime is one of the scariest ones here, but also.. i'd be lying if i said that i don't find him sympathetic at least in some way. though the way he acts in this vd is.. yeah i want to punch him also who knows what can happen if he gets voted guilty.. but it's hard to say that forgiving him is a good option too.

(warning for mentions of self-harm)

(divider link)

(door opens)

Eiji: Hello, Prisoner 009.

Riku: Ah, hello! It's my turn to be interrogated, right?

Eiji: Wow, you're so smart, aren't you? Yes, we have only two prisoners left to interrogate.

Riku: I see, I see! You're working so hard, do you even get paid for this?

Eiji: No, but seeing you all beg for forgiveness is the best reward I could ever ask for.

Riku: Haha, scary~

Riku: Oh, hello, Miki-san! Looking cute as always~

Miki: H-hello..

Eiji: .. What did you just say? You know that she's also a guard, right?

Eiji: Show her more respect!

Riku: Okay, okay, sowwy.

Miki: I-it's okay, Eiji-san! I don't mind, really..

Eiji: .. If you say so.

Eiji: So, Prisoner 009, Kuroki Riku. 17 years old, a high school student.

Eiji: We're back to the younger ones, huh.

Riku: Ahaha, yeah, it's probably weird to see a high schooler in a place like this.

Riku: Though now that I think about it, Akio-kun and Aimi-chan are high school students too. And Asahi-kun is only 11 years old!

Riku: How scary..

Riku: Wait, Miki-san, aren't you still in high school too? It must be hard being a guard when you're so young..

Miki: Y-yeah..

Eiji: Ahem. I gotta say, it annoys me just how carefree you are.

Riku: Hm.. Well, to be honest, I don't think this whole thing is like.. real?

Riku: Like, this has to be some kind of game, right? Or a reality show or something.

Riku: It's hard for me to believe that this is actually a real prison. And what's with the voting stuff?

Riku: Nah, I don't think we all are in any real danger.

Eiji: .. Hey, Guard 002, is it okay if I show him just how dangerous we can actually be?

Miki: Calm down, Eiji-san.

Miki: A-anyway, Kuroki-san..

Riku: Ah, just call me by my first name.

Miki: Okay, Riku-san.. May I ask, what do you think about your life in Milgram?

Riku: Hm.. Well, even though this is supposed to be a prison, I've been having so much fun talking to everyone!

Riku: I like talking to Aimi-chan and Akio-kun.. As for the older prisoners, me and Kei-san are very close!

Eiji: ...

Eiji: You being friends with him is already a red flag.

Riku: Haha, yeah, Kei-san can be a little weird sometimes, but trust me, he's a good guy. He's very funny too.

Miki: Well, it's nice to hear that you actually like this place a lot.

Riku: Haha, well, it's not like I really want to go back home anyway. So I've decided that I should have as much fun as I can while I'm here!

Miki: You don't want to go home?..

Miki: Is it related to your crime in any way?

Riku: .. I guess you can say so.

Eiji: Oh, does this mean you're ready to talk about your crime then?

Riku: Yeah, sure, ask me anything you want.

Eiji: Huh, your tone is not so energetic anymore.

Eiji: "Why is he suddenly pulling his sleeves down too?.."

Riku: Ahaha, well, even someone like me wouldn't be happy to talk about the crime they committed.

Riku: But hey, if this whole thing isn't real, maybe I shouldn't be so scared of it.

Miki: So..

Miki: What happened? Why are you here?

Riku: Hm.. I don't even know where to start.

Eiji: Oh, let me help you. How about we start with your victim?

Riku: !..

Riku: Ah, that guy.

Eiji: "Is it just me or his eyes look more empty now?"

Riku: He was a childhood friend of mine.

Miki: .. You killed your own friend?

Riku: Well, I wouldn't say that it was.. uh..

Riku: A healthy kind of friendship, I guess?

Eiji: Was it toxic then? I wonder who was the toxic friend though: you or that guy.

Riku: Come on, Eiji-san, do I look like that type of person?

Miki: So, do you want to say that you killed him because he was mean to you or.. ?

Riku: Ahaha, if only he was "mean" to me.

Riku: .. I never wanted to be friends with him.

Riku: I was forced to become friends with him back when I was only eight years old.

Riku: "Riku, can you please play with him? It's a little hard for him to make friends, he's a bit shy, you see.."

Riku: .. I didn't know that I was supposed to keep being his friend for, like, the rest of my life.

Miki: .. O-oh.

Miki: But was he really a shy person? Was it hard for him to make friends?

Miki: Or maybe he just.. gave up after meeting you?

Riku: Haha, you're so smart, Miki-san!

Riku: That's exactly what happened.

Riku: I told him to socialize more, I told him so many times that if he wants to stop feeling so lonely, he should just go outside and actually try making friends.

Riku: He refused to listen.

Riku: "Oh, but I only need you, Riku-kun!~" SHUT UP!

Riku: .. Sorry for scaring you.

Miki: I-it's okay. Though it was a bit sudden..

Eiji: Fine, we get it, your relationship with that guy was bad.

Eiji: How did you kill him though?

Riku: ...

Eiji: .. Why are you pulling down your sleeves again?

Riku: Oh, this is just something I do when I'm nervous. Sorry about that, I hope it's not distracting.

Miki: It's okay, please don't apologize! Maybe I can do something to help you calm down?

Riku: Haha, Miki-san, you're way too kind. Do you want to make me fall in love with you or something?

Eiji: Just a reminder that she's a guard.

Riku: I'm just joking, relax~

Riku: So, about his death..

Riku: It was his fault. It was so selfish of him to do something like that..

Riku: I tried to stop him, really, I did. Even though I hated him so much, I still was his best and only friend. I told him so many times not to listen to what they say..

Riku: Well, he always was a bit.. weak. He was too fragile for this world.

Miki: .. What do you mean by that, Riku-san?

Riku: Hehe~

Riku: Well, what do you think I mean, Miki-san?

Riku: But no matter what you think about me, you will vote me innocent, right?

Riku: Though I'm sure nothing bad will happen to me even if I get voted guilty.

Riku: Oh, I know! If you vote me innocent, how about going on a date with me after we get out of here?

Miki: ???

Miki: A d-date?? With y-you??

Riku: Is there something wrong with that?

Riku: .. Oh, sorry, are you dating Eiji-san?

Miki: This is like.. the third time someone calls us a couple..

Riku: So you're single then? Cool-

Riku: Huh?

Miki: Eiji-san, let him go!

Riku: Ahaha.. This kinda hurts..

Eiji: Well, I wish it would be much more painful than that.

Miki: Eiji-san, just what do you want to do to him??

Eiji: Oh, you see, I tried to be more patient with him, I really tried..

Eiji: But this guy just kept getting on my nerves.

Eiji: So I thought, maybe I should break his arm as punishment? Maybe even both of them?

Riku: Wait, is this even allowed?

Riku: Haha, this is just a part of the game, right?

Eiji: Also, something about that habit of his annoys me a lot.

Eiji: Just what are you hiding-

Eiji: !

(sounds of Eiji letting Riku go)

Miki: Eiji-san, is there something wrong-

Miki: *screams*

Riku: Ah.. so you saw them.

Riku: Haha, yeah, I do have some wounds on my arms.

Riku: I apologize for scaring you like this.

Eiji: How did you-

Riku: Maybe you should ask Miki-san about it?

Miki: ...

Eiji: .. Guard 002? Did you do this to him?

Eiji: I'm not judging, by the way. If you had to do this to him, I completely understand.

Miki: .. I'm sorry.

Miki: *starts crying* I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-

Eiji: (to Riku) .. Did you do something to her?

Riku: *sighs* I guess I should explain what happened.

Riku: You see, a few days ago I asked Miki-san to get something for me. You know, I just made a request, it wasn't that bad.

Eiji: And what did you ask for?

Miki: .. H-he asked for a knife.

Miki: I'm so sorry, Riku-san said that he wanted to show some knife tricks to other prisoners and I..

Miki: I believed him.

Riku: Haha, Miki-san is so gullible-

Eiji: Where is that knife right now?

Eiji: Oh, I think I can see it.

Riku: What are you gonna do now? Kill me?

Eiji: If you trick her like that again, I will.

(bell rings, machinery sounds)

Riku: Oh, does that mean our time's up?

Riku: I'd love to hear the song this machine extracts.. I was in a band, so I'm really good at singing!

Miki: .. Why..

Miki: Why are you still acting like everything is fine?

Miki: You're hurt! You're literally bleeding and it looks like you're in pain, so why are you-

Eiji: Let me guess.

Eiji: You did this to yourself not because you have mental health problems or anything like that..

Eiji: But because you wanted to make us feel sorry for you?

Riku: .. Hehe~

Miki: But why would you go this far?? I want to forgive all prisoners anyway, so you really didn't have to-

Eiji: Also, didn't you say that this whole "thing" is a game, so there's no point in worrying about your verdict?

Eiji: Now look at you, hurting yourself just to make us forgive you.

Riku: .. What's the point in voting me guilty then?

Riku: IT WAS HIS FAULT! HE MADE ME DO IT!

Riku: WOULD YOU WANT TO BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE LIKE HIM? SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T CARE ABOUT YOU AND JUST USES YOU AS SOMEONE WHO HE CAN VENT TO ANYTIME HE WANTS?

Riku: I WAS TIRED OF HIM CRYING AND SAYING HOW BAD HIS LIFE IS ALL THE TIME!

Riku: SO PLEASE, JUST FORGIVE ME-

Eiji: Prisoner 009, Riku, sing your sins!

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[solartranslations]

AF2 Dante Chapter 13: Auguri! (TN: Congratulations)

A peaceful day begins. The time has come for them to act on their promise to each other…

~*Scene: Harbor*~

Dante: It’s been a while since we’ve been on a stroll like this

Felicita: That’s because you’ve been doing nothing but work since we got back from Nord

Dante: Ojou-san, are you sulking?

Felicita: …No, I wouldn’t over that. It’s nothing compared to when you’d lost your emotions

Dante: It seems like you’ve grown since that happened

Felicita: I’m just glad that Vir removed your curse…

Dante: I guess even Vir has a weak spot for the one he loves

Felicita: I can’t thank Neve enough

Dante: She must have been trying to make up for what she had done

Dante: I’m sure that’s why she sent you that letter revealing Vir’s whereabouts too

Felicita: I wasn’t even mad at her. She’s my friend

Dante: You should tell her that next time you meet. I’m sure she’d be happy

Dante: Friendship is a boat that never sinks (TN: original pun on “tomo” meaning “together” and “friend”)

Dante: …Just kidding!

Felicita: …

Felicita: …I never thought I’d ever miss hearing your puns

Felicita: I used to just think they weren’t funny

Dante: O-Ojou-san…! Is that how you really felt!?

Felicita: But thinking I’d never hear them again made me sad. I never want that to happen again

Dante: Of course, I’ll tell as many jokes as you want

Felicita: Um, just occasionally is fine

(*shock) Dante: O-Ojou-san…!

Felicita: But now everything’s back to normal

Dante: What do you mean? The most important thing hasn’t been fixed yet

Felicita: Huh?

Dante: The way I look

Felicita: Your looks?

Dante: My ruggedness is completely gone. I feel like I’m not as commanding as I used to be

Felicita: Really? I don’t think that’s changed

Dante: But my ruggedness…

Felicita: I think it’s a good thing that you look younger now

Dante: I-Is that because you really do think it’s better to be with someone young?

Felicita: No, that’s not it. And you’ll just get older again anyway, right?

Felicita: I’m happy I’ll get to see it again

Dante: Ojou-san…I’m glad to hear it

Felicita: Oh…but you’ll keep your hair this time, right?

Dante: Hm… Guess that means my ruggedness with be different than before…

Liberta: In that case, I can burn it off again…

Dante: L-Liberta!?

Liberta: Oh, but I don’t have my Arcana powers anymore, so it’s gonna have to me normal fire

Dante: That’s dangerous!

Felicita: Yeah, Liberta. I don’t want him losing his hair again!

Felicita: I lover older Dante, but I don’t know about him having no hair…

Dante: Ojou-san! Are you serious? That’s a first!

Felicita: Ah…

Felicita: Well…when I was really young, I liked touching your hair when I rode on your shoulders

Dante: That’s…fine, but…

Orso: It sure is nice to see Ojou-san toying with you, Dante-san

Nino: You’re just not you unless you get flustered by everything she says

Dante: Oh…so that’s how you all see me

Orso: N-no, I just think it’s cute when you Ojou-san messes with you

Dante: I guess I really did lose my authority…

Felicita: I like you like this too, Dante

Dante: Ojou-san…

Orso: You really do act younger too now that you’ve regressed

Nino: Looks really are important

Dante: What are you trying to say, Orso, Nino?

Orso/Nino: Ah, uh, nothing!

Dante: Oh, Ojou-san. Shouldn’t you be heading back soon?

Felicita: ! You’re right. What about you?

Dante: I’m going to inspect the ship

Felicita: Okay. See you, then

Dante: Yeah, see you

Liberta: Dante? What’re you making that face for?

Dante: Oh…I was just worried about something…

~*Scene: Felicita’s Room*~

(*knock knock)

Felicita: Yes. …Dante, what is it?

Dante: I wanted to talk to you. Do you have a minute?

Felicita: Of course

Dante: Come here, Felicita

Felicita: Okay

Dante: First, I actually want to apologize for when I lost my emotions

Felicita: What?

Dante: You proposed to me in the Nord style, right?

Felicita: Y-yeah

Dante: And yet, I responded so coldly. I’m sure that must have hurt you

Felicita: There was no helping that. You were under a curse

Dante: I’m glad to hear that. I truly can’t understand why my heart was unmoved at the time

Dante: Because thinking back now, I feel great happiness

Felicita: Just hearing that makes me happy

Dante: And now…it’s time for me to make good on that promise

Felicita: Promise?

Dante: Have you forgotten, Felicita?

Dante: Didn’t I say that after this was settled, we would hold our wedding ceremony?

Felicita: ! Really? Dante…

Dante: Why would I lie about this?

Dante: Of course, if your feelings have changed…

Felicita: There’s no way they would

Felicita: When you said no…I knew it was due to the curse, but I really thought I wouldn’t get to marry you

Dante: I caused you a lot of unneccesary worry…

Felicita: Dante…!

Dante: But you don’t need to worry anymore

Dante: Whatever happens now, we face it together

Felicita: Yeah…

Dante: Together, we can move forward

Felicita: Yeah, we will…

Dante: Let me say it again. Please marry me

Felicita: …Yes

Dante: …*kiss*

~*Scene: SS Arcana*~

Pace: Congrats, Ojou! You’re way too pretty to be Dante’s bride!

Debito: Yeah, Bambina. I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride

Ash: It’s not just the clothes either. You just look really good

Dante: No compliments will get me to give her up

Debito: Isn’t it natural for a Regalo man to say that? And I’m not gonna fight you now

Debito: Besides, I think if I tried, I’d get one of Bambina’s kicks

Felicita: Yeah

Liberta: I’m surprised to see Ojou has you on a leash, Dante!

Dante: I’m not sure what to say about that

Pace: Ojou having Dante on a leash…sure is a fun image!

Luca: O-O-O-Ojou-sama…

Debito: Luca… You were seriously over there making weird faces?

Luca: I’m just glad…Ojou-sama is happy

Debito: You don’t look happy at all though

Luca: What are you saying, Debito! Ojou-sama’s happiness is my happiness…*sob*…

Debito: Today is a happy day. Stop crying

Luca: These are happy tears…!

Debito: Really…

Nova: There’s more crying over there too

Mondo: Felicitaaaaa!

Sumire: Oh my, even your nose is running…she won’t like that, you know

Mondo: My precious daughter…*sob*…

Jolly: I can’t watch this

Ash: Hm? You’re not getting seasick, Sunglasses?

Jolly: It’s a happy day. But I’d like to return to the mansion soon

Ash: Oh, no you don’t! Don’t you have something to say to them?

Jolly: Fine…

Jolly: Ojou-sama, Dante, auguri

Liberta: Auguri!

Nova: Auguri!

Ash: Auguri! To Strawberry Head and the old man!

Luca: *sob*…Auguri…

Pace: To the world’s cutest bride! Auguri!

Debito: I’m always here if he makes you cry, Bambina. Auguri

Felicita: Thank you, everyone

>This is our new beginning

(+40 Amore)

>I’m so happy…

I’m so happy…

Dante: This will be our new journey, Felicita. Just the two of us

Dante: I’m sure we’ll also face hardship. But I know we can overcome it together

Felicita: I’m not worried, Dante. Because you’ll always be with me

Felicita: I’m not worried, Dante. Because you’ll always be with me

Felicita: I’ll never leave you, ever

Dante: Neither will I, Felicita

Dante: Let our happiness last forever…

~*End of Scene*~

(Continue to ED1: 400+ Amore)

(Continue to ED2: <400 Amore)

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[abigettie]

Chapter 6: Bye Bye Miss American Pie

A/N: There's a lot of prayers in this chapter so if your uncomfortable with that sorry. IM NOT A MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL THIS IS FANFIC MEDICAL LOGIC AND GOOGLE !!!!

Warnings!! Hospitals, surgical talks, praying, I think that's it

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Bradley sat in the quiet waiting room the only noise was the sounds of nurses gossiping at the nursing station, Bradley didn't care how long he would have to wait for "Bradley?" His eyes shot up meeting Sarah's tear stained face Tom had a somber look

"have you heard anything" she said weakly "Nothing more than her being in stable condition" he sighed as the pair took a seat beside him the room wasn't quiet anymore it was filled with soft prayers from Sarah and the sound of Toms boot heal clicking on the ground as his leg bounced up and down nervously

"she's going to be okay Bradley" Tom whispered placing a shaking hand on Bradley's shoulder "| hope so". Bradley couldn't remember when the last time he prayed was all he knew was that it was too long ago for him to still be wearing a cross around his neck it was his mothers cross the same one she had worn every single day since her first communion she wore that cross until the day she died, Bradley's knees ached from the hard wood floors of the hospital chapel as he prayed his words spewing out of his mouth like vomit his pleas echoing around the small empty dark space the ground wet from his tears he heard the door open the light from the hallway shown through his eyelids lighting then up a bright orange even with his eyes closed and his back turned to the doorit was stilbrighthe heard small turned to the door it was still bright he heard small footsteps come and stand beside him "why are you crying mister?" A small voice asked Bradley's eyes shot open a little girl no older then 4 was staring back at him her grey blue eyes were shiny full of life a small smile on her face as she looked at him with curiosity "you have a funny moustache" she giggled reaching out and touching his upper lip with her small finger giggling as it tickled her finger "thank you sweetheart, now what are you doing out of bed at this time?" Bradley asked wiping away his tears and leading the little girl over to a pew "the nurse woke me up to give me some tylo-nale! Tomorrow I have to get my gola-bladder out" she said cheerfully"well you must be very brave to get your gallbladder removed little lady! My name is Bradley what's yours honey?" He asked "Carole- Anne! And I'm this many years old!" She said holding up three fingers proudly

"woah! Your such a big girl Carole- Anne!" He said making Carole laugh “I think it might be time for you to get back to your room Carole- Anne" Bradley said.

Softly as Carole nodded taking his large hand in her tiny one "I'll show you where it is!" Carole- Anne said leading him to hear hospital room, "Carole- Anne now what did we say about wandering around!" The nurse standing outside her room said making Carole giggle "sorry nurse Cassie I'll go back to bed now, goodbye mr brad" she said letting go of his hand and walking to stand with nurse Cassie "goodbye Ms Carole-Anne". Bradley called in sick to work the next day not even staying on the phone long enough to tell him that he can't do that "Kazansky? Bradshaw?" The trio shot up from their seats "hi there I'm Kathy Bonnie's nurse I'm happy to tell you that she is awake but we need to talk about the damage to her body “ Kathy said leading them down a hallway stopping at a closed door "alright so l'll get straight to the point she shattered her left hip and will need a hip replacement as soon as possible being that the shatter so so severe we can't do anything about it here but one of our neighbouring hospitals will be doing the surgery, she is in excellent condition for what happened to her oh! And being that she's in the navy she will be looking at about two weeks before her replacement!" Kathy said cheerfully "can we see her?" Bradley asked "yes you can just to let you know the is a tad bit loopy due to the pain medication" she warned opening the door to the room, the sun was rising Bonnie had a clear view of it it was mesmerizing "ms Ross you have some visitors" she turned her head a large smile spread across her face "Bradley!" She said as he walked towards her bed "Hi honey bee".

Sarah and Tom left a little while after 12 leaving Bradley and Bonnie alone "your so handsome" she giggled tracing soft fingers over his face her fingers delicately tracing each scar he has on his face "and your beautiful" he watched her face light up " thought I was going to die Bradley, but I just couldn't stop thinking about you" she said softly Bradley grabbed her hand "Bonnie I'm going to tell you the truth, I thought you weren't going to make it through this but you did you are the strongest woman I have ever met and will continue to be until the day that I die you scared the living shit out of me, I prayed for you I don't remember the last time i prayed" Bonnie just smiled "you shouldn't blame Maverick Brad, it's not his fault" she said kissing the tips of his fingers gently, Bradley looked down in shame " think that you two need to have a heart to heart brad, I know your still angry with him but it's better to talk about it then to bottle everything up and live with the regret of never talking about it, the way I look at it is he was doing the right thing in his eyes" Bradley remained ind quiet just nodding his head. Training resumed on with out Bonnie Bradley say alone refusing to make eye contact with Maverick Bob handed back a small piece of paper to Bradley "how's Swan doing?" It said in neat cursive handwriting he flipped the paper over and started to write "she's alright they've taken her off the pain killers she was on so shes pretty uncomfortable and in pain but other then that she's good" he tapped bob on the shoulder and handed him the note Bob smiled as he took the paper into his hand, Maverick couldn't sleep the thought of Bonnie hitting the canopy and Bradley's words to him we're keeping him awake he felt guilty for something that wasn't even his fault Pete i think you need to go see her, just to put your mind at ease" Penny said calmly laying a soft hand on his shoulder Pete didn't respond he just nodded and left the bar talking of on his bike, he took the king was to the hospital stoping at a small flower shop on the way "can I get a large bouquet of lilies?” A familiar voice asked it was Bradley maverick quickly pretended to browse through all the bouquets hoping Bradley wouldn’t notice him “here you are sir I hope that who ever you give them to enjoys them!” The old lady at the cash said as Bradley walked out of the small shop the bell on the door ringing as it closed slowly he picked up a small bouquet of light purple flowers “hello sir! Just this for today?” The lady asked Pete glanced down at her name tag which read Barbara “this will be all Barbara” he said pulling his wallet out of his back pocket sliding over a twenty dollar bill “just keep the change” maverick grabbed the bouquet and walked out of the shop. Bonnie was in constant pain no matter how she sat or laid it never stopped she didn’t understand why the took her off the pain killers because they were sure helping with the pain she also couldn’t leave her bed so that meant her only source of entertainment was her phone, the hospital tv (which only had five channels), looking out the window and little Carole-Anne who had wandered In after seeing the “man with the moustache” but at least she had options, there was a soft knock at the door her eyes darted up from her phone to see Emily her nurse she Kathy was away “I have a flower delivery from lover boy and you have a visier” she said bringing over the large bouquet of Lillie’s and sitting them on her bed side table “so can I send him in” she asked walking back over to the door “sure!”

Emily said something to someone in the hall she heard the sound of boots clicking and knew exactly who it is “hi Bonnie”

“Hi Mav”.

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Little Carole-Anne 🥺 I hope you enjoyed its not my best writing but it’s alright!

[wiinryrockbell]

knock knock it's

time to watch the In The Heights trailer again and fuckin cry my eyes out because it showed me what I'm missing re: my own mixed heritage

[urwelcomeforthis]

Alex’s tattoo shows up the day after she punches Marcus Hinkle.

He had been picking on Kara in the hallway, dangling her math book above her head, taking advantage of his summer growth spurt.

Kara still doesn’t know what possessed Alex – Marcus Hinkle had been a thorn in her side since she had landed on Earth and started school a year ago, but whatever the reason, today was the day Alex couldn’t take anymore.

Eliza had been furious. Jeremiah had been (not so) silently proud.

Kara didn’t know what she had felt, really. Especially not when she asked Alex why, and the older girl had just shrugged and said “You’re my sister. It’s what we do.”

Up until this point being sisters meant fights in the hallway over the bathroom and ignoring each other at the dinner table.

Apparently, things were changing.

Kara is just waking up when she hears Alex’s hushed “What the hell?”

“What is it?” She asks, groggily sitting up and wiping at the sleep in her eyes.

Her sister is holding her forearm up, frantically scrubbing at a spot right in the middle, her eyes frantic.

“I don’t…. I don’t know! It’s like a tattoo but I didn’t get a tattoo! Fuck, Mom is going to kill me.” Alex sounds panicked as she continues scrubbing at the spot, and Kara feels her heartbeat speed up.

“You had a tattoo just appear on your skin?” Kara asks slowly, her mind suddenly far away on a planet that doesn’t exist anymore, in a culture she had been forced to leave behind.

Alex stops scrubbing and looks at Kara with a piercing gaze. “Yeah. It’s some funny symbol too, like the way you used to write before you learned English. Did you do this to me?”

Alex leaps off the bed and crosses the room in two quick strides, arm held out like an accusation.

Kara shrinks in on herself a little but nods. “I think so. I didn’t know it was possible here, but well, on Krypton when your soul mate reveals themselves, a tattoo linking you appears. I should have one too, somewhere, if you do.”

Alex stops dead in her tracks, her eyes wide. “Soul mates? But we’re sisters! That’s so gross!”

Jumping up from the bed, hands held up in surrender Kara hastens to explain further. “No! Not like that, I promise! Back home, people had different kinds of soul mates. Sometimes it was the romantic kind like you talk about here on Earth, but other times it could just be a compatible soul, someone who was meant to be a part of you.”

Alex still looks wary, if not relieved, as she tentatively holds out her arm. “So, what does this mean? What kind of soul mates are we?”

Stepping forward Kara delicately traces the symbols on Alex’s forearm. “It literally means “sister of the soul.” Je shesur. The symbol after it is unique, the way we would know we were linked. If this had happened on Krypton it would mean we were soul sisters. Not from the same parents but family just the same.”

Alex nods. “And here on Earth? What does it mean here?”

“The same thing. At least that’s what it means to me.” Kara refuses to meet Alex’s eyes, not sure she wants to see what waits for her there.

There’s a long minute of silence after Alex takes her arm back. The clearing of her throat brings Kara’s eyes up from their place on the ground.

“Where’s yours?” Alex asks, eyes burning with curiosity.

Kara shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s not on my arms like yours is. It must be hidden. Can you look on my back?”

“Sure.” Alex nods. “Lift up your shirt.”

Kara turns and tugs her shirt up and over her head. It takes a moment, but she hears her sister gasp followed by the feel of fingertips against her left shoulder blade.

“It’s the same as mine.” Alex says reverently, and Kara closes her eyes against the emotion welling up there.

Who would have thought she would get to have this piece of home?

“So, I guess I’m stuck with you. For like, ever, huh?” Alex smiles once Kara has turned back around.

Kara grins back. “Yeah, I guess so.”

Alex shrugs. “Could be worse. But you have to tell Mom about this, because she’ll never believe me, and she is going to be pissed that I have a tattoo.”

“Sure, I can tell Mom.” Kara grins, a piece of her heart settling in place. She hasn’t felt at home on Earth, not really, but at this moment she feels like it isn’t all that bad.

--

The next person to get a tattoo is, interestingly enough, James.

It doesn’t come when they’re dating, or whatever it was that they were doing, no.

It comes after he has revealed himself to be Guardian, and he and Kara have the biggest fight of their friendship.

Kara wakes up the morning after tired, groggy, and more than a little cranky. Its as she’s stripping down to get in the shower that she notices it – the Kryptonese scrawled along the inside of her right bicep.

Throniv Shesur. Protector of the soul.

Kara heaves a deep, deep, sigh and grabs her phone.

She meets James at the DEO, both tentative around each other after the yelling match of the day before.

“So. I woke up with a tattoo. Kryptonese. Any idea what that’s about?” James looks smug, like he’s won some kind of battle with Kara and god, at that moment she wishes they were in the training room and she could just punch him.

“Yeah. I did too. It means “protector of the soul.” She crosses her arms against her chest, desperately trying to hold onto her anger from yesterday but the wide grin on James’ face is making it hard.

“I know. I asked Clark first thing since I figured you’re still pissed at me. He was a little surprised, but he translated it for me.”

“Where’s it at?” Kara asks, still pretending to be upset but truthfully it was hard given the glaring message from home telling her that James was meant to be Guardian. That they were meant to protect each other. Protect others together.

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” James says with a waggle of his eyebrows and that’s what finally breaks Kara, a laugh ringing out across the room.

It wasn’t who she expected to have a tattoo, not in this way at least, but if it had to be anyone, she’s glad it’s James.

--

Mon-El doesn’t get a tattoo. Kara wishes she were more disappointed.

--

The last person to get a tattoo is someone Kara had desperately hoped both would and would not get a tattoo.

For a long time, she feared what that tattoo would be, if it were to happen. She feared having to explain it, having to explain herself.

She had checked with Clark a few times, when paranoia would get the better of her.

No, he always told her. Lex did not have a tattoo. They were enemies, yes, but it hadn’t been decided by destiny or fate. It just was.

That mollified Kara because she couldn’t stand it if she and Lena were to become Clark and Lex. She would fight against it, fight against fate to keep it from happening.

And then, well. It kind of happens anyways.

They aren’t enemies, not really. Lena just hates Kara and aims a few Kryptonite cannons at her and tries to mind control the entire planet, but really everyone is allowed a brief lapse of their sensibility, right?

And what matters is she came around, in the end.

It did take time, however, for them to build back to what they once had. It was different now, but in the way that things once broken and fixed usually are.

It was better, if anything.

They were back to shared lunches and dinners, quick breakfasts and coffee breaks. They were back to game nights as partners and movie nights as friends, and the occasional sleepovers as best friends.

Things were finally back to normal, so of course Kara had to go and absolutely, irrevocably, mess it up.

It was Alex’s fault, really.

If she hadn’t said anything, if she hadn’t asked Kara what was up between her and Lena lately, Kara probably never would have stopped to think about it.

She never would have stopped to think about the way her heart sped up when Lena entered a room, or the way her palms got sweaty when they hugged, or the way she just could not stop staring at Lena when she laughed at game nights.

But now she had thought of it and had come to the very scary conclusion that she was in love with her best friend.

Her best friend who didn’t have a tattoo.

She would, after all this time, have a tattoo, the tattoo, if they were meant to be together, right?

Kara mulls it over for weeks. It haunts her. She asks Lena about tattoos, and if she has any.

She learns that yes, in fact Lena does have tattoos and boy howdy one of them is on her lower back and it is seared into the back of her eyes now that she has seen it.

But she doesn’t have any kryptonian tattoos, which is really what Kara was aiming for.

Much like it was Alex’s fault that Kara even realized she was in love, it’s also Alex who reminds Kara of one important detail.

“Well I didn’t get my tattoo until after I punched what’s his face. Maybe you have to tell Lena how you feel and then she’ll get the tattoo.”

Kara feels dumb struck, right there on her own couch, because of course, Alex is right.

The tattoos always come after the person has already revealed themselves.

Then of course comes the true fear: what if she tells Lena and she still doesn’t get a tattoo?

That’s the question she’s mulling over the next night as she and Lena sit on her couch watching some documentary that had been put on Netflix.

Lena looks beautiful, face bare of makeup, hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun, glasses slipping down her nose.

She’s eating a piece of pizza, a rare treat after a long week of work, and Kara decides that it doesn’t matter if Lena doesn’t get a tattoo.

She’s hopelessly, desperately in love with the woman and she can’t let a tattoo that may or may not come dictate her life.

“I’m in love with you, you know.” Kara blurts out, like this isn’t a life changing moment, like it’s the easiest thing in the world to say. (It is.)

Lena chokes a little on the bite she was swallowing, her hand coming up to her chest as she sets down the slice.

“Excuse me?”

Kara laughs. She’s never felt more free than in this moment. “I’m in love with you. I just thought you should know.”

Lena looks at her, shock written all over her face. “Oh. I guess that’s good.”

“Just good?” Kara nudges Lena’s thigh with her knee.

Lena shakes her head. “I mean it’s more than good, considering I’m in love with you too.”

“Yeah?” Kara could float up to the moon, she thinks.

Lena smiles, nose crinkled. “Yeah.”

It’s the next morning that Lena calls and asks if Kara can stop by. She has this tattoo she didn’t have yesterday, right on her ribcage, and it looks like it’s Kryptonian.

Kara frantically searches her own body, finding the script on her hip, on the left side.

Zhao Shesur. Love of the soul.

It took them five years to get to this point, but Kara knows, this moment was more than worth the wait.

[mypoisonedvine]

𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖈𝖊 I || professor!helmut zemo x reader

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : history is so much more interesting when he’s teaching it.  you’d better be careful before the two of you end up with a history of your own.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : 6k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : smut (incl. semi-public sex in an office and oral f receiving), significant age gap (reader is 20, zemo is 39; it isn’t actually mentioned though but it comes up in the next part), the slightest bit of angst?, nearly pwp at this point lol

                                    You wouldn’t know it by the way you were enraptured with his lecture, but you weren’t even a history major.  

Quite far from it, really, well outside of the college of liberal arts, and yet here you were in the front row, watching him gesture over a large map of Western Europe while he explained the sociocultural impacts of the Treaty of Versailles.

It was probably pretty obvious why you took such interest in all this, though.  After all, you were the only one who dressed as well as he did, your blazers and skirts and loafers standing out amongst a sea of hoodies and sweats and flip-flops; and, you were the only one who paid close attention and yet never seemed to be taking any notes…

Why would you, after all?  Looking away to write in your notebook would mean missing out on all the fun, and unfortunately you had found that when you copied down the words he spoke, his accent was not retained in writing.

Some kid in the back of the class had asked about his accent the first day; you thought it was kind of a rude question, if you were being honest, but he didn’t seem to mind too much (if perhaps a bit surprised that anyone cared).  He explained he was from a small country called Sokovia, but that his accent was a bit unique since he spoke Russian, German, Spanish, and Italian as well.

Because of course he did.  Like he was specifically designed to target all your weaknesses.

“Well, I could talk about that for the rest of the evening but I’ll spare you all and let you out a bit early today, how does that sound?” Professor Zemo offered.  The other students weakly cheered, a few claps here and there as you heard binders shutting and backpacks being zipped, but you were disappointed.  You didn’t want to go back to your dorm, all you were going to do there was think about him anyways.

Damn, I’ve really got it bad, you thought to yourself, shaking your head as you stood up and gathering your things, slinging your bag over your shoulder.  You glanced up at the podium where another student was chatting with Professor Zemo, and either he said something really funny or she was trying way too hard to flirt with him.  You rolled your eyes, irritated by the display and yet envious of her audacity to just go up there and talk to him.  Imagine having a crush and actually being able to look them in the eye and hold a conversation; you could barely do that with people you didn’t happen to find attractive.

Just as you were about to make it out the door, you heard your name and spun around.  You were shocked to realize it was the Professor trying to get your attention.  If only you’d thought to pretend you hadn’t heard him.

“Could I speak with you for a moment?” he requested, motioning you over with two curled fingers.  With a swallow and a nod, you stepped out of the flow of students exiting into the hallway and approached the desk at the front of the room.

“What is it?” you asked.

“I just wanted to discuss your most recent paper, if you have some time,” he explained, and your heart sunk.  Of course it was garbage, you’d written the whole thing last minute during a near-all-nighter.  “I still have the copy you turned in here in my bag.”

“Right, of course— sure,” you nodded.  By now the classroom was empty spare for the two of you, your words echoing slightly; presumably that was intentional, since these places were built for acoustics, but it made you worry you’d have to hear whatever criticism he had for you multiple times.

He pulled out the slightly-wrinkled paper and took his glasses off of his vest to wear (fuck, did he have to wear the glasses, just to personally attack you?) as he glanced over the top page before folding it over the staple.

“This essay,” he continued, “it’s—”

Ridiculous.  Idiotic.  A blight on humanity and a waste of printer ink.

“Fascinating,” he finished, surprising you.  “After I read it, I searched your student profile on my office computer—”

You gulped, trying not to take that as a compliment.

“I’m looking at your information and I’m seeing you aren’t even a history major— is this a mistake, when it says your major is computer science?”

“No, that’s my major,” you nodded.

“Well, that’s a shame,” he decided, “because you have some really interesting ideas in here, clearly you must have studied history before.”

“I mean, not really,” you shrugged.  “I didn’t even care that much about history until, you know, you...r class,” you finished quickly, realizing it sounded too odd otherwise.

And that smile, the way he looked down at the floor suddenly, was he blushing?  “Thank you.  I’m always… glad to inspire.”

If only you knew everything you’d inspired in me, Professor.

“If you didn’t care about history, what would motivate you to register for an honors history seminar?” he asked suddenly.  

“Well…” you trailed off, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck as you dodged his gaze.

“It couldn’t possibly be because I’m teaching it,” he realized.

“I came to your talk last year, the one you did about the Sokovian civil war,” you finally admitted, letting out a lungful of air as you said it and looking up at him sheepishly.

“Ah,” he nodded, “yes, that might make a bit more sense.  But we still haven’t found the real reason, have we?”  His eyebrow raised slightly and you felt like he was toying with you— but you liked it, the shiver that ran up your spine made that obvious.  “Because the question remains of what would possess a computer science student to take time out of her busy schedule on a Friday night— if I recall the night correctly— to listen to some stuffy visiting scholar talk about a bloody war in a country she may not have even heard of before.”

“My friend brought me,” you defended.

“Under what guise?” he pressed.

“She… may have mentioned something about… a cute professor with a sexy accent…” you stammered, cringing slightly as you spared a glance back up at him.  He was staring back at you with the most bewildering expression.  His eyes said ‘you thought I was cute?’, and yet his smile said ‘I knew it.’

“You must’ve been horribly disappointed when I took the stage,” he finally replied, voice a bit lower, softer, not echoing around the room anymore.  

“Not at all,” you returned, almost below your breath now, and suddenly you became very aware that you were standing too close to him, but you couldn’t move away, you couldn’t even look away anymore.  “I’m here, aren’t I?  Taking your class?”

“And you make it nearly impossible to focus, did you know that?  I swear your eyes never leave me, I can feel them on me.  It’s quite unfair, because I can’t stare back at you no matter how much I want to.”

Just as you looked down at his lips and back up to his eyes, which seemed to be following a similar pattern on your own face, just when you thought this might be it and you were about to do something you really shouldn’t (but really wanted to), you heard the door open behind you and you spun around so fast you nearly hurt your neck.

“Oh,” the man in the doorway mumbled, apparently surprised to see you enough to nearly drop the papers tucked under his arm.  “I’m teaching the next class in here— Honors History of Islam?”

“Professor Waters, yes, my apologies,” Zemo nodded, “we were just… our discussion ran a bit long, we’ll get out of your way.”

You and Zemo awkwardly gathered your things and made a dash for the door as the older professor took his place at the podium.  Once the two of you were out in the hall, you let out a sigh and gave each other a glance, like you were each waiting for the other to either acknowledge or ignore what had just (almost) happened.

“I have my next class across campus in a half hour,” he remembered suddenly, lifting his arm and pulling back the brown sleeve of his coat to look at his watch.  

“Right, you should… get to that,” you nodded.

“Walk with me?” he proposed, and you hoped your smile wasn’t as beaming as it felt.  

“I’d love to.”

So maybe you ended up skipping your evening class to sit in the back of his History of England course.  And, perhaps, he ended that one early, too, this time to buy you coffee at the student center; and your discussion ended up going on so long that the coffee shop closed and you had to go to his office to finish the conversation.

But, in a certain sense, it could be argued that you never really got a chance to finish that conversation after all… because a few moments after he shut the door to his office, you, for lack of a better term, jumped his bones.

“Fuck,” he mumbled against your lips as you pulled him closer by his jacket, “we can’t do this.”

You nodded, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck.  “Mhm, yeah, you’re right,” you agreed breathlessly.

His hands took their place at your waist as you both stepped back, the back of your legs bumping into his desk which you jumped up slightly to sit on.

“I mean, we really can’t do this,” he continued, kissing your neck instead now while your legs wrapped around his hips, your skirt riding up slightly, your fingers fumbling with the buttons on his collar.  “I want to, overwhelmingly so, but we can’t.”

“I know,” you sighed; your head fell back when his teeth grazed over your pulse, and his hand was right there to catch it and hold it up, gripping the back of your neck.

“This absolutely cannot happen,” he groaned when your legs pulled him closer, something hard and hot pressing up against your thigh through his trousers and you were really hoping it wasn’t just his cell phone.

Then he rocked his hips, just barely, and you felt the outline of the ridge of his head and it was definitely not his phone unless he had the most suggestively-shaped phone case of all time.  You gasped and grabbed his face to kiss him again, shamelessly desperate now, weaving your fingers into the hair just above the back of his neck.

By now you had managed to get a few of his buttons open so when you slid your fingers down from time to time, they ran over his chest and the patch of dark blonde hair there.  Funny enough, you couldn’t remember having any strong opinions on chest hair before this afternoon, but now you felt your walls fluttering around nothing.  

He helped you shed your blazer just before tossing his own coat aside, never breaking the kiss, holding your face gently while he pushed you down to lay on his desk— he reached behind you to clear a few stray papers out of the way first.  

Your back hit the glossy wood and his weight pinned you down, rough hands sliding up your legs and under your skirt as you tried to push your hips up for more friction where you needed him most.

He pushed your hips back down, not too roughly but definitely enough to get your attention, before sliding his hands up your skirt again where he toyed with the hem of your panties.

You wanted to say something, more specifically you wanted to beg him to touch you, but you had this fear that if you spoke now it would all become real and he would stop because, as he had so poignantly noted, this can’t happen.  And both of you knew that… so maybe it would be easier to let it happen if neither of you really acknowledged it.

Luckily, he didn’t tease you too long, reaching under the fabric and swiping the rough pads of his fingers over your slickened folds.  You choked on your gasp, accidentally digging your nails into his shoulders when he drew delicate circles around your clit.  All at once, he suddenly pushed those fingers right inside you and your back arched; you needed so much more than just his fingers but the way they twisted and curled against your walls was nearly perfect as well.  

They didn’t stay long, quickly pulling back as you watched him quickly open his trousers just before you felt the head of him pushing up to your entrance.

His eyes met yours, dark with need, yet somehow clearly asking you for permission, making sure this was what you wanted: and fuck, you wanted it more than anything.  The moment that you nodded, he began to push forward— slow and deliberate, but unyielding.  

Perhaps as a perfect healthy college student in a male-dominated major, you had no real excuse for it to have been so long since you’d had sex.  As you liked to put it: dating as a woman in computer science means the odds are good but the goods are odd.  Truth be told, you weren’t sure at this point if having had sex any time in the past year would’ve prepared you for him anyway.  It felt like he was forging a new path inside you— certainly a wider one than anyone else ever had since he was so thick.  

With his hips fully seated against yours, the tip of his cock just reached the end of you, just barely brushed over those sensitive spots you didn’t even know you had before.

It stung a bit to be filled this thoroughly, so it was no wonder you were biting down on your lip hard enough to bruise it, your fingers clutching at his shirt tightly.

“Am I hurting you?” he whispered, finally breaking the silence, voice strained like he was struggling just as much as you were (though in an entirely different way).

“A little,” you admitted.  “Please don’t stop.”

He groaned a few curses as he started to move back, and forth, and so slow you could hardly stand it.  

“Fuck,” you breathed, “oh my god, harder, please…”

A little smile crossed his face, a sharp exhale almost like a laugh, and it made your cheeks burn even hotter than they already were.  But, he obeyed, regardless, more aggressive in his movements yet not any faster as he held your hips to keep you from sliding across the desk’s glossy wood surface.

Your moans were starting to echo around the office’s beige walls at this point, and he snarled as he bit down on your neck.  “You need to stay quiet,” he hissed in your ear.  “Can you do that for me?  Can you stay quiet even when I’m making you feel so good?”

“I-I’m trying,” you whimpered, “your cock is… so deep…”

“Oh, I know,” he cooed, voice heavy with faux pity, “poor thing, you can’t take it?”

“No!” you yelped.  “I can take it!  Please, please don’t stop.”

“I won’t have to if you stay quiet, darling, we can’t have somebody hearing you now can we?” he chuckled, licking and sucking at your pulse point as your eyes rolled back in your head.  “We can’t have somebody hearing you cry for me, and coming in here, and seeing you laying on my desk getting fucked by your professor, right?”

What the hell was wrong with you that that idea actually turned you on?  Why did it actually make you want to moan louder until everyone could hear you?

And when his cock speared right against that spongy spot inside you, you did exactly that and he had to suddenly clamp his hand down over your mouth.

“Fuck,” he growled, “you’re going to get us both in trouble.”

Your attempts at apologies were totally incomprehensible with his hand over your mouth, not that they were likely to have made much sense either way.

Blinking your eyes shut, your legs began to quiver slightly as he rutted into you, your toes curling inside your loafers.  You felt so full you could hardly stand it, stretched so wide that you were forced to feel every detail of his cock as it filled you.  Already your walls were bearing down on him; you couldn’t help it, it was like your body was just his instrument now and instinct had taken control of your movements.  

His accent was definitely stronger now as he whispered in your ear, praising you gruffly.  You knew from the beginning that you loved high marks and encouragement from your teachers, but this… this was different, and you hadn't known how much it would affect you.

"Good girl," he breathed, "you're taking me so well, draga, you feel so perfect around me."

You whined from behind his hand and he chuckled at your obvious neediness.

"You like making me feel good, darling?" he presumed, his smile pressing against your neck between nipping kisses to your pulse point.  "You like knowing that I can barely take this tight cunt gripping me so well, that I'm already addicted to your precious body and want to fill it with my seed?"

With your eyes rolling back in your head you nodded feverishly, heavy in your state of total delirium as he pumped his cock deep into you over and over.

You reached up to try to pull his hand away from your mouth, and he met your gaze with fire in his eyes.

“If I take my hand away, will you be good?” he challenged, and you nodded feverishly.  He was a bit hesitant but slowly moved his hand down, and though you did have to keep biting your lip, you managed to restrain yourself.

Every drag of the ridge of his head inside you was somehow more intense than the last, somehow hitting right at your spot and it was like each rough thrust knocked his name out of your mind and onto your lips until you were chanting it like a prayer, or a plea.

And each time you said it, he fucked you harder, snarling and whispering your name back to you a few times, in between little praises; "Beautiful," he mumbled, "such a sweet little girl… such a perfect cunt."

“I— fuck, I’m gonna—” you stammered your warning.  

“Will you come for me?” he finished for you, and you nodded quickly.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” you hissed.

It was obvious just by the build-up that you were going to come hard, pleasure tightening in your core until you were sure that it would spill over but it just kept going, making you wonder if it would ever reach the breaking point.

And oh boy did it, it slammed into you in fact, and your legs quivered as you struggled for air.  He growled in your ear, fucking you harder through it all, stroking every place that had only become even more sensitive.  The moment you could form words again, you were wasting the ability on a string of swears and promises you couldn’t keep.

“Yours, fuck, it’s yours,” you sobbed.  He chuckled a little, pulling back to examine your face which must have given away how fucked-out and cockdrunk you were already.

“Say it again,” he demanded darkly, holding you tighter, fucking you a bit more deliberately though not any less aggressively.

“Yours,” you gasped, cut off by a rough and dominating kiss.  Your moans were lost to his tongue but he didn’t need them to know you were coming, the way your body gripped him tighter than ever was sign enough.

“So good,” he whispered against your lips, “you’re doing so good for me…”

His words washed over your skin and soothed you like a salve, bringing some relief from the overwhelming feelings his body was assaulting yours with.

All things considered, he was still moving rather slowly, each of his thrusts measured and patient, and never really changing speed even as you were coming around him.  Weak little cries fell from your throat each time his hips met yours and the tip of his cock kissed the deepest parts of you.

Your body went limp in his arms and you hadn't noticed before how good it felt for him to hold you, for his strong hands to support you like it was nothing.  His thumb gently stroked your back through your shirt and you mewled weakly into his shoulder.

"So good, draga, so fucking good," he mumbled, holding you closer.

"Please… faster," you whimpered, "I want you to come."

"Is that what you want?" he taunted, ignoring the way you nodded immediately.  "You want to make me come, darling?"

"Yes, please, want it so much," you gasped.

He finally sped up, though it was still nothing like the lightning-speed jackhammering you were used to from guys your age: it was better, certainly, especially when he lifted your leg onto his shoulder and pushed so deep you saw stars.

The second one seemed to hit you all at once, almost out of nowhere, and you heard yourself mumble, “Professor, I’m coming.”  It sounded a bit pitiful, the way you said it, but he apparently didn’t mind as you felt him nod encouragingly in the crook of your neck.

You felt totally drained by now, exhausted even though all you’d been doing was lying there and taking it, but you knew he wasn’t done with you yet.  But, if the way his thrusts were becoming more desperate and erratic were anything to go by, he might be done with you soon.

"I'm going to come inside you," he groaned against your ear.  You were, like, 99.9% sure that if you told him not to, he would pull out, but the way that he phrased it, like a demand, like you didn't have a choice and he would do it either way… it had an effect on you, one he noticed when your channel tightened around him instantly.  "Oh, you like that idea, hm?  You want to be full of my come?  Your sweet little cunt is already trying to milk every drop from me."

"Yes," you breathed, "fuck, I want your come in me, please!"

He sped up quite a bit then, each slam of his hips into yours making you choke on a whine, your arms weakly clinging onto him for dear life.

You could feel his cock swelling, flexing, pushing your body to its limits as he moaned lowly through his teeth, streams of come making you feel warm and full.

He didn't stop until every drop was in you, thrusting in time with each pump of his release until he slowed to a stop.

Strands of hair fell into his face as he hung his head, panting hard and fast.  You melted back onto the desk, realizing this might be the first time in a solid half hour your back wasn’t arched.

It was a bit of a struggle to keep your eyes open against the heavy fog of afterglow that filled your mind; you couldn’t remember the last time you felt so… satiated.  As a college student, you were always thinking about the next assignment, mentally re-evaluating your calendar, or preparing for something— and usually all on less than six hours of sleep.

But now your mind was as close to a blank slate as it had been in at least a decade.  Even though you probably should’ve been, you weren’t even thinking about the potential consequences of this, the implications, the risks.  No, you were just staring up at him, thinking about kissing him again.

He would have to lean down for that, though; there was no way you were going to sit up now.

You hadn't even noticed that you had closed your eyes, almost falling asleep right there on his desk, until you felt his hand cradle your face softly, a calloused thumb rubbing over your cheek.

In unison, the both of you sighed deeply.

As much as it felt like a real effort, you blinked open your eyes and looked up at him, watching him comb his fingers through his hair.  It only messed up the style even further yet he looked better than ever.

He slowly moved his hips back, leaving you annoyingly empty, and readjusted himself until he almost looked put together again… but his collar was still uneven and his lips still looked bitten and there was still that precious pinkish hue on his cheeks.  If anyone else saw him in this state, they’d either know what happened between you two or think he’d just run across campus or something.

If anyone else saw him in this state, you’d be a little jealous, to be totally honest.

You got back to work trying to right your appearance as well, though you knew the best you could hope for was only mildly presentable; he looked at you like you’d never looked better, though.

“Well, this was fun,” you chuckled breathlessly, “but it’s getting pretty late and I have an eight a.m. tomorrow…”

“Yeah, so do I,” he nodded, glancing away.  

You picked up your bag from where you’d dropped it by the door, lifting the strap over your shoulder and starting to turn to leave.

"I… I should walk you back to your dorm," he announced, making you smile.

"That's sweet, but save your chivalry.  I can take care of myself just fine."

"But—"

"I think it's safer if we're not seen together walking together by my dorm," you interjected, "especially when I'm walking a little funny…"

"I hope I didn't hurt you," he winced sympathetically.

"No, trust me, that was… exactly what I needed," you breathed.  He smiled a little, looking down at the floor.

"Then I'll see you in class," he nodded, watching you closely as you stepped back and picked up your bag, starting to leave his office with one last small wave goodbye.  “Wait, wait!” he whispered harshly just before you could let go of his door, and you giggled as he leaned out into the hall and glanced around to make sure no one was nearby.  

When he confirmed the coast was clear, he smiled and grabbed your face with one hand, pulling you into a sudden kiss.  And you smiled too— you couldn’t help it— as you kissed him back, almost ready for him to drag you back into that office and start this all over again.  He did let you go, though, with one more whispered ‘goodnight’ and a look that made your heart do little somersaults.

As you finally did make your way back to your dorm, you tried to figure out if that was a goodbye kiss or a ‘see you soon’ kiss.  Or maybe a ‘thanks for the one-time office quickie’ kiss?  But you didn’t know enough about this sort of thing to know if that was even an option.

All you did know was that you really hoped it wasn’t the last kiss you’d have with him.

Can I speak to you in my office today after class?  Thank you.

-Z

You may ask yourself: can one simple email, in only thirteen words, strike fear into the hearts of those who read it?  And the answer is yes, assuming that email is from Professor Helmut Zemo and read by the lovestruck student who slept with him two days ago and hasn't stopped thinking about it since.

Only one of a few things could happen in his office after class, and there was a massive gap between the best and worst case scenarios.  You dressed for the best but prepared yourself psychologically for the worst.

You caught him staring as you walked past the teaching podium to your seat in the front; you just hoped nobody else caught him.  And if you'd thought paying attention in class was tough before, boy oh boy was it a challenge now.  The nerves of what he wanted to discuss with you were bad enough alone, but that combined with memories from two days earlier randomly assaulting your psyche was just overwhelming.

When he pointed at the map with two fingers, you could remember exactly how those fingers had felt inside you, twisting and curling and getting you ready for his cock.

When he spoke, you could hear the difference in his voice compared to how he groaned out his praises while he was fucking you within a damn inch of your life.

And every once in a while, when he couldn’t help but glance at you for a moment, his gaze burned right through you; you were helpless to those brown eyes, completely paralyzed by them, and it must’ve been hours of that before class finally ended.

For the first time, you were the first person out the door when he released the class.  As much as it was going to be a little bit weird to beat him to his office, it was certainly better than any of your other options.  There was a chair in the hall beside the door, and you took a seat and pretended to read a book just to look busy (there was no way you could actually turn symbols on a page into readable language right now, not when you knew he’d be here any minute to talk about… something).

Your peripheral caught him coming down the hall, but you pretended to be deeply immersed in your book until he was right beside you, unlocking his door and opening it for you and himself.  Tucking your book away and following him inside, you found him already staring at you, expression completely unreadable.  Your gut sank in anticipation of whatever conversation this was going to become, and a moment passed in heavy silence.

"Hi," you greeted plainly, letting out a quick breath.

"Hi," he returned.  "Close the door behind you."

You nodded and did as you were told, quietly pushing the wood back until the door latched before approaching where he had come to stand beside his desk.  Though you didn't originally intend to, you found yourself standing a bit too close.

"I'm not quite sure where to start," he admitted, chuckling breathlessly as he reached up to rub the back of his neck.  He looked cute flustered, which was a shame because his tone seemed to imply you needed to not be thinking about how cute he was.  “Listen, you should know that what happened before… it was a mistake,” he sighed.  “It can’t happen again.”

“Do you regret it?” you asked point-blank.

“It can’t happen again,” he repeated in lieu of a real answer, and you looked closely at his face; you didn’t find as much confidence there as you were looking for, it wasn’t the face of a man who knew he was making the right choice.  You certainly didn’t think he was making the right choice.

“Why did you want to have this conversation alone in your office, then?” you challenged.

He cleared his throat slightly.  “So no one would hear us.”

“Hear us talk?” you pressed.  “Is that all?”

“That’s… definitely the plan,” he nodded, swallowing dryly.  "Like I said, it was a mistake— my fault, not yours.  And I just hope we can put it behind us respectfully."

“All the best mistakes are made at least twice,” you whispered, reaching up to trail your finger down his lapel.  “Don’t you think?”

“Don’t do that,” he requested tensely.

"Do what?"

"That," he hissed.  "Stop being… irresistible," he clarified, eyes darting from your lips to your finger to your eyes and back again.  "A man can only take so much.  I'm trying to do right by you."

"You already did when you fucked me that good," you smirked.  "Nothing else could be as right as that."

Your fingers were just barely brushing over his belt when he grabbed you by the wrist.  Jaw tight and eyes solemn, he shook his head.

You wrenched out of his grasp with a nod.  It was worth a shot, but you didn't want to be that person who couldn't take no for an answer— so, you gave him a little smile and readjusted the strap of your bag.  “Well, if it was just the once, then you should know that I’m still glad it happened.  Even if it shouldn’t have.”

He nodded, strategically not speaking— but you knew he would agree, if he could.

“And if it’s any consolation to you now, you were the best I ever had.”

You reached for the doorknob, just starting to turn it and open your way out when he suddenly slammed it shut with a hand right above your head, making you gasp and spin around to look up at his dark gaze.

“Professor…” you whispered.

“The best you ever had?” he repeated, grinning proudly when you nodded.  “Oh, sweetheart, I wasn’t even trying.”  He leaned down to brush his lips against your ear as he whispered to you: “You don’t even know yet how good I can make you feel.”

A shiver ran up your spine; your tongue darted out to lick your lips.  “Are you going to get on with it and show me?”

He didn’t even let you step away from the door, dropping to his knees right there and pushing up your skirt to kiss and bite your thighs.  “Only if you ask very nicely,” he taunted with a brow raised in challenge.

“Please,” you breathed, “fuck, please, want you to taste me.”

His hands slid up your legs, grabbing the hem of your panties before sliding back down.

It wasn’t like you’d never been eaten out before, but this still felt like a first considering your skirt was pushed up to your waist, your panties were pulled down to your ankles, and even just one slow lick over your folds made it obvious he knew exactly what he was doing.

“F-fuck,” you choked, reaching down to weave your fingers into his hair.  He grinned against your skin and kept going, exploring you carefully before finally sucking on your swollen clit.  Your knees threatened to buckle, your head fell back against the door so hard it almost hurt, but all you could really feel was his mouth on you, moving like he knew your body better than you did.

So it was no wonder, then, that you already began to spiral towards your release, legs shaking around his head as he devoured you mercilessly.

"Oh my god, I—" you tried to warn him, but he already knew, and he pulled back to wipe his mouth with his sleeve and stand up.  He grabbed your jaw and kissed you roughly, stopping to whisper to you so close that his lips brushed against yours.

"I'm sorry, draga, but you've spoiled me… now that I've felt you come around my cock, I can't imagine making you come any other way.  I need to feel your cunt grip me so fucking tight… it's all I've been thinking about since I last saw you," he admitted.

"I thought about it, too," you sighed.  "I was up all night trying to make myself come as good as you did but I couldn't… your come was still leaking out of me."

He growled and leaned in to nip at your ear.  "Oh, poor thing… I can imagine it so easily, you laying in your bed with your legs spread, fingers getting exhausted from playing with your little pussy too much, these perfect lips whining for me because you need me to take care of you."

"H-Helmut, please," you whimpered.  

"Yeah, something like that," he smirked.

"I can't wait any more, just fuck me.  Need you inside me," you breathed.

"Then bend over my desk."

{part 2}

[my-opinions]

With all the testing that has been happening the past two days, and the subsequent social media posting about a certain Mr. Piastri, I have seen so much anti-Oscar rhetoric. Not on here, I don’t think people give a shit enough on Tumblr but certainly on TikTok and Twitter (and by pretty well-known accounts too).

And I get it to a certain extent, you are going to miss Daniel but to say “that seat will always be Daniels” ??!?!?? like girl the team has been around since 1966 (that’s 56 years) I grantee you that in 40 years’ time very few people will remember Daniel in a McLaren. (People will remember him but not for his time with this team). This may be a bit controversial but if you are a fan of Daniel, you will understand that it was better for him to leave McLaren. It was a toxic environment and bad for his mental health (you can be sad about him leaving F1, I am, but it was better for him to get out of that mess.) If you are a McLaren fan, you will realize that while Daniel is a great guy, he has not provided the results and he needed to. And because Oscar is a rookie, he doesn’t cost as much as Daniel. Even if (which he won’t) perform like Daniel has this year, they’ll still be saving around $19,5 million

On top of that, to send hate to Oscar is just simply wrong. It is not his fault that management of both Alpine and McLaren is bad. He has earned his spot fair and square. He DOES NOT deserve fucking death threats all because he is one of the most talented people to come from the junior categories in recent years.

Also, I find it very funny that everyone is crying over Daniel and Lando not being teammates anymore (I’m not laughing at your pain, shame man they did have a very good relationship at the end) but when they started out it was so awkward. Just rewatch the first couple of challenges they did together, Lando was very wary. (Even if we think about all the iconic Dando moments, a very large majority of them happened this year) I personally think they (Lando and Oscar) will either get on really well, as in being salty bitches together or will hate each other. I think it will be different from Lando’s previous teammates because for the first time they will be very similar in age so there won’t be the generational divide he had with Daniel but at the same time he will still have those extra four years’ experience that Oscar doesn’t have. I also think Lando will probably enjoy the power trip of being the “older” more experienced one that Oscar must learn from.

When we look at Lando and Oscar’s relationship next year, we must remember how long it took for him to warm up to Daniel.

I got a bit off topic but essentially what I’m trying to say is that Oscar doesn’t deserve the hate he gets for simply existing. A LOT of people are just hearing that he’s replacing Daniel and then start to blame everything on him. Everything he has achieved so far gets swept under the rug and they just say, “oh well he’s not as funny as Daniel so Lando won’t like him” My siblings in Christ have you seen the man’s old tweets?!?? Even in the Prema videos he’s hilarious. He’s just some random gen-z kid who is so done with life and I, as a fellow gen-z kid done with life, respect this.

What I’m trying to say is that he deserves more than his replies being full of hate and people calling him a traitor and backstabber. He deserves “well done, I’m so proud of you” “Can’t wait to see you in the car next year” Anyways be prepared to be sick of me, because I’m going to post so much Oscar prop next year cuz the man needs all the help he can get.

[theheraldsrest]

I just found you page, and I must to say I love it. Is so hard today find page that have reaction about DAI. Please keep going.

How would the advisors and companions (noveled if you can) react to the inquisitor who uses magic to cover up the burn scar on his face, which is not so bad, but rather shocking?

“Companions reacting to an Inquisitor who covers their burn marks”

I just realized from reading this ask that we just started throwing the advisors in with companions. Oh well. It was funny, though, that Lex saw this one and was trying to figure out what “noveled” was, trying to mispronounce it to see if it was a secret word. Lo and behold, she’s just not right in the head. And thank you to @moiseszagum for the ask. -Cabot

Cullen

“Inquisitor?” It was a curious tone, one you rarely heard from Cullen. You had fully turned to him, waiting for his question, but instead he shook his head and read from the report in his hands. He had seen many burn victims before, granted most people didn’t recover from them, but he had been so used to seeing your face so clear. After seeing the strip of flesh on your face gleaming, his first thought was of panic that you were hurt and then he thought of asking if you had been to a healer yet. He didn’t want to bring it up, though, because he knew you most likely will say you already did or that you’ll be fine and he knew how annoying it can be when people pester you on old wounds. No matter what wounds you had, he respected you and if you ever needed to speak to someone, he was willing to listen.

Josephine

“Oh my goodness! My Lord/Lady, are you alright?!” Her gasp had startled you as she quickly made her way over to you, looking at you with worry. You explained to her what had happened and it seemed to calm her down, but she still looked at you with concern. She didn’t know if you had been injured and decided to cover it up or if it was just your intention to hide your scar. She’s a mother hen so she’ll always worry over everyone she’s close with. She does have some questions but she holds back, not wanting to make you uncomfortable or make you relive that memory. If you don’t put the facade back over your face, she respects that but every once in a while you can catch her looking at you with a worried or sad expression. If you do, she privately offers to look for ointment or a mage who specializes in getting rid of wounds. She just wants you to be ok.

Leliana

She had noticed it but didn’t want to mention it, clearing her throat and allowing you time to cover it up if you wished before she came in. If not, she still doesn’t point it out. She’s been around enough people to know when something bothered them and if they wanted to speak about it or not. What did make her curious was how it got past her, especially if it seems to be a more recent scar. If it’s much older, something from your past, she does a bit of digging to see if it might affect you in the future. Leliana doesn’t want to pry, but she wants to make sure if there’s anything she can do for you, she’s available (and if there’s somebody who deserves an appearance of the Nightingale, because she will kill whoever did that to you).

Vivienne

“My dear, when did that happen?” It was one of the very rare times that you could hear concern in her voice as she examined your face. When you explained what happened, she nodded and asked if there was anything she could do to help it, seeing as illusion magic can only go so far. If you do cover it up, she will take that knowledge to the grave. If you don’t wish to cover your burn marks up anymore, she will respect that and, to your surprise, drops her own illusion to show her own scars from battles. Burns, scratches, stab wounds, and bruises appear as she says with a sad smile “If something is perfect, then there must be something hiding underneath it.” 

Varric

“Damn. You ok there, Handy?” Varric can understand wanting to hide marks from your past, if he had magic he’d probably do the same. He lets you talk it out with him if you’d like, but if not, goes along as if he saw nothing. He does at least nudge you towards talking to someone about it. Being Varric, he does try to lighten up the conversation if only to make it easier for you. If you continue to hide it, he still checks up with you about it privately. If you decide not to, he’ll give you this reassuring look, helping steer conversations away from talking about your scar.

Cole

He didn’t realize you were hiding it but was curious about where you put it. The scars were there, you could still feel them, the tightness of your skin, the irritation, but it was covered hidden, no one could see them. But Cole knew, and during one of her rests did he bring the memory up to you. “The scars are still there, they don’t hurt anymore and you’re used to them, but you rather they not be seen. Why?” He understands, some scars can hold painful memories and reminders and that you would rather not have the reminder displayed. He won’t talk about it anymore if you’d like. 

Solas

He’s quite curious but he doesn’t wish to trouble you with bringing it up. You don’t seem to be alarmed by it so he can only hope that it’s an older scar. Unless you bring it up to him, he’ll act as if there is no difference from when you did cover it up. When it does trouble you, old pains flaring up or a panic makes you reach up to that old scar, he is at your side to try and help. His concern is not of what caused it but of your current health and state of mind. You are his friend and Solas would hate himself if he didn’t at least try to help soothe that pain.

Cassandra

She visibly has to do a double take when she sees the burnt tissue of your face, but quickly tries to hide her actions. She would also try to give you time but, sooner or later, she approaches you about it in a very cautious manner. Cass wants to make sure you’re alright and if there’s anything she can do to help you. As one of her closest friends, she worries for you and for your safety and health. She’ll also be absolutely livid if she finds out someone caused this mark on your face, going as far as suggesting that you allow her to hunt this person down. But more privately, she does say “You shouldn’t be afraid to show your scars at times. It shows how far you’ve come and what you’ve had to go through.”

Iron Bull

Bull doesn’t immediately connect it back to an old scar but instead gets a little concerned that it’s new, turning you so that he can assess the damage. When he sees that it isn’t a recent one, he drops it only to bring it up later when you two are alone. He knows it can be hard to talk about some scars but doesn’t really see the necessity for hiding them when you can wear them proudly and show that you lived another day. But, just like with Krem, he knows certain scars can be triggers for something deeper. Bull wants to at least make sure he’s on the same page with you, whether you need an ear or if you’d rather leave it as is.

Dorian

“Who did this to you?” It’s a quiet question but even you can hear the rage underneath it. Whether it be a person or some event that had caused this to you, he’s livid. Dorian likes to joke around that he’s picture perfect and that even you could take some pointers from him, always poking at you to use magic to better one’s image, but this…threw him. He honestly thinks he’s the reason you’re hiding your scar. It calms him to know that he isn’t and that it’s something you’ve been doing for awhile, but it still hurts him. To think that from all the scars you’ve gained over the years, this one you had to hide for one reason or another. He promises to do anything in his power to help you, whether it be getting revenge, finding a better way to help than just covering it up, or letting it be.

Sera

“What the fuck happened to your face?!” She tries to remember if there was a moment you took any fire to the face but can’t recall. She just stares and keeps asking about it, whether to annoy you or because she was just genuinely shocked, you have no idea. If you tell her to drop it, she will but every once in a while will let it slip. If you have the patience of a god and answer her questions, you realize she’s just curious and even concerned. The one question she’s still stuck on is “Why hide it, though?” To her, it seems pretty badass but if you’d rather you hid it, fine by her. If you leave it uncovered, she’ll still drop it but come to your defense if someone starts asking questions.

Blackwall

He’s absolutely terrified that you got hurt, especially a burn mark to the face. Half tempted to drag you to a healer before you explain to him it’s an older scar. He can understand wanting to hide old scars, hell he’s the king of wanting to get rid of a bunch of scars, some physical and some literal. He respects it if you don’t want to talk about it further or if you continue to hide it. But he feels a strange proud sense when he sees you leave it, not covering it up, and feels a little bit envious to not be held back by your past and show people your scars, your faults.

[twink-between-worlds]

tangled chains; see life as a worthy opponent

hey hello hi. linkverse fic anyone? first chapter, woo fun fact; we experienced a moment of humanity with the beloved/p over this fic ! yay! ok the links play pronoun roulette, ruby is mtf trans, and the ao3 tag for MCD is just for Hypnos being Hypnos, don’t sweat it too much haha ^^

ao3 link; x

Link doesn’t know where he is. He’d gotten up, went to visit his sister, went home to get his satchel and sword, then went on a walk through the woods. But it’s been hours, and Link should be out of here by now. He doesn’t get it—he made all the right turns, he’s sure of it! The trees are starting to look different, though… There’s something off. These aren’t Link’s woods anymore, he’s certain. But…where is he, then, if not home? The little prince doesn’t know, but he is determined to find out. This world does not belong to him, of that he is sure, so he must be careful. Link slipped his sword out of its scabbard, holding it tightly in his hand as he continued to walk, hoping to stumble upon an exit. The only sounds were the rustling of leaves and the sound of metal hitting against branches, which unnerved him for a brief moment before he realised that it was just him walking into bushes, his prosthetic leg—carefully made from iron, specially crafted by the blacksmith at the prince’s request—breaking the branches upon impact. But, even with this knowledge, Link feels he isn’t alone. Someone—or something—is with him in these woods. Link needs to get out. Link isn’t wanted here, and he knows it. The woods here are dark—darker than even the lost woods—and Link has resorted to using his lantern to see where he’s going. Is he going deeper in, or is it getting darker as the time passes? He isn’t quite sure. “Hello?”He chanced it, yelling out into the darkness. “Is anyone there?” There was no response. Link wishes there was, because if someone had yelled back, he would know that the feeling of being with someone—something?—else isn’t sinister. But there was no response, so Link remains on edge. He continued to walk in relative silence, eyes darting around the area as he walked. Link sees a split between the trees, exposing what looks like a clearing. ‘Finally!’ Link smiled, soft lilac eyes shining as he picked up the pace, but slowed again once he’d realised. This clearing was confirmation he wasn’t home anymore—the grass is too green, it’s too healthy to be his. It’s unsettling, because this reminds him that he is not at home anymore, and has ended up somewhere new. And that honestly terrifies him, just a little bit. Because he doesn’t know what to expect—he doesn’t know the threats, he doesn’t know the calibre of any enemies he’d run into…he doesn’t know anything about where he is. ‘This is fine,’Link reassured himself, heading towards the clearing, ‘I…will be okay!’ Gods, he has to be okay—what kind of hero is scared about a new place? Link let out a soft breath as he stepped into the clearing, glancing around. …well. He wasn’t expecting to find a group of people looking at him. “Um…hello?”Link started, gripping his sword tighter. “I—I’m sorry if I interrupted something, I’m just…a bit lost.” “You weren’t interrupting anything,”One of them spoke up, standing up and heading over to Link. He noticed that the other is wearing a blue scarf. It looks really nice. “What’s your name, kid?” “Oh, um..my name’s Link.” “...of course.”He frowned, then sighed. “Well, then, this isn’t just a big coincidence then.” Hearing that, Link tilted his head, growing even more confused when the older man seemed to think he would catch on. When he didn’t, the other elaborated. “We’re all named Link. Except Linkle, but that’s close enough.” “Oh that’s…well. That’s funny!”Link let out a giggle. “Though, you guys don’t look familiar—and I know everyone!” “Yeah…I would remember a kid with bright pink dreads.”One of the others spoke up, and Link frowned in confusion upon seeing that the others' sclera were black as opposed to white. I’ll put a pin in that for now. “Your teeth remind me of a bunny.”Another spoke up, startling Link for a brief moment. “Can we call you that? Bunny?” “Oh. Okay!” “Great, great.”He yawned. “They call me Hypnos.” “Hypnos?” “Yeah, cool name right?”Hypnos shot him a lopsided grin, leaning on a tree with eyes shut. “Rundown—weird face marks over there is Prism, guy with scarf is Knight, kid with white hair is Ocarina, the three idiots with bright hair are Emerald, Ruby and Sapphire respectively, uh, then there’s Linkle, and the lil fella with the tattoos is Tide. Cool? Cool.” Bunny nodded, looking at all of them before frowning. “A concerning amount of us are children.” “A concerning amount of us are children.”Ruby nodded, rubbing her eyes. “I think Knight and Linkle are the only actual adults.” “Oh.” “I wouldn't trust them to act like adults, though,”Prism spoke up, a soft huff leaving his mouth. “One’s stupid and the other’s clumsy.” “That’s not nice, Prism.” “Saph, you are the only one who cares.” Bunny let out a sigh, watching the argument before his eyes shifted over to Ocarina. ‘They do this a lot, you get used to it,’Ocarina signed once they were sure he was looking, and Bunny nodded along. “Is there any reason they do it?” Ocarina shrugged loosely. ‘Not that I can recall. I think Sapphire is too nice and Prism is just too honest. Prism hates withholding the truth. Not sure why—his honesty can be brutal. It would be a nice change if he would lie about a few things, but I suppose nothing can make Prism lie.’ “Oh.”Bunny frowned gently. “Prism…is he nice otherwise?” ‘Depends on the day. Sometimes he can be nice. Other days…’Ocarina’s hands fumbled, and he frowned. ‘Other days, Prism is cruel. We know he isn’t being cruel on purpose, but—he is. He is cruel sometimes. I would try and get on his good side, if I were you.’ “...what about the others?” ‘Hypnos is asleep most of the time. I…I can’t figure out why, but he…feels weird. Creepy, even. Not because of the weirdly-placed wings on his head, but something is off about him. Generally, though, when he isn’t asleep, he’s nice. Always tries to make everyone feel better. Only known the guy a month, but without fail he tells a joke when someone’s upset and it makes them feel better. But he is still creepy. I wouldn’t trust him too much, but it’s your call.’ Ocarina paused, allowing Bunny a moment to breathe before continuing, ‘Tide is 14. That’s important, because he acts older. He doesn’t really like jokes, but he’s still got a bit of childlike joy left. I don’t know what he’s been through, but it musta been bad yanno? I think he might like you—you look young. Anyways. Got a sister he adores and a best friend he would die for. He doesn’t talk to Prism, much, nor does he talk to Linkle or Knight. He prefers to talk to Emerald a lot. I think they’re close. He doesn’t like Hypnos much, though he has told me it isn’t because of how creepy he feels, but because he’s always cracking jokes, yeah?’ “He’s older than me.”Bunny hummed out, and Ocarina cracked a smile before taking a breath. ‘Sapphire, Emerald and Ruby don’t go anywhere without each other. They’re not related—they’re very adamant about that—but they went on an adventure together. Adventures do tend to bring people together, I suppose. Sapphire and Ruby are freakishly in-sync with each other. Two sides of the same coin, I’d say. Sapphire is usually nice, but he’s quick to anger. Ruby is the opposite—she’s always angry but can turn into a real softie within minutes. I apologise—the things I have said are what I’ve gathered from observing, so I don’t know anything much about Emerald, Linkle or Knight.’ “That’s okay.”Bunny shot them a grin. “It helps me a lot. Thank you.” A nod, before Bunny turned to the others. “Okay, um, question?” “Answer.”Hypnos grinned, ignoring Tide’s eye roll. “What’s up?” “How long have you guys been together?” “Bout a month.”Knight whistled. “Maybe two.” “Long enough that we didn’t expect someone new!”Linkle smiled. “Just forgot, you are the hero and not just some kid named Link, right?” “I’m definitely the hero,”Bunny laughed softly. “I doubt any sane person would arm a random child with a sword.” “No sane person would arm any child with a sword,”Prism pointed out, and Bunny shrugged with a mutter of ‘true’. “What exactly are we all doing here, then?” “...beats me.”Emerald huffed out, grinning. “We know we’re supposed to be doing…something, we just don’t know what. It’s…finding out is a work in progress! For now we’re just fighting monsters and figuring out the rest on our own, yanno?” “So…aimless adventuring?” “Aimless adventuring.” “I see. Now, I’m no expert,”Bunny whistled. “But maybe we shouldn’t be standing out in the middle of a forest?” “...kid has a point.”Knight hummed. “I think I saw smoke coming from over there.”Tide whistled, pointing north. “Maybe we should check it out. Might be a town.” “Well? Let’s go, then.”Linkle laughed, spinning around on her heel. A moment to recover, and then Bunny hopped to keep up with the others, a soft smile on his face. He just met them, but they feel safe. He hasn’t felt safe in a while—it’s a nice feeling. …it was a feeling that Bunny missed. He missed it dearly; after all, he only had his sister and Impa that made him feel safe. It’s been a while since Bunny has fully trust another—and he missed being able to. Bunny let out a contented hum, hopping down the beaten path with his new group.

[floralseokjin]

⤑ made-up love song viii.

Your first encounter with Kim Seokjin doesn’t go so well, nor your second, or your third… and maybe that’s because it shouldn’t work on paper. You’re an elementary school teacher, never left the country despite hitting the third decade of your life not so long ago, and you’re unable to remember the last time you dated. He’s the dad of one of your students, nearly a decade older than you and divorced. Oh yes, and just another minor detail – he’s a multimillionaire. 

Your lives are lightyears apart, yet somehow, your paths having now crossed, things just seem to fall into place…

pairing; kim seokjin x reader   au/genre/warnings; strangers to lovers, romance, single dad! seokjin, ceo! seokjin, elementary school teacher! oc, age gap (oc is 30, seokjin is 37), seokjin is a dilf, angst, just straight up angst and drama, arguments, both seokjin and nana are frustrated, both have reasons to feel hurt, both make mistakes  words; 5,122

↪︎ chapter index

chapters; i • ii • iii  • iv • v • vi • vii • viii • ix • x • epilogue (+ drabbles)

You looked at Nana, chest a little tight, something heavy in your stomach. When your eyes locked the corners of her mouth curled upwards. “The stepmom!” She sneered. 

Your face fell, confused at first, as you attempted to make sense of her words, of her anger. You didn’t understand what was going on, but unable to stop yourself, irritation began creeping its way up your body, heat prickling your face. Confrontation made you uncomfortable, but under appropriate triggers, you often saw red. You opened your mouth, ready to say something – you didn’t quite know what – but then your gaze fell to Arin. Still clutching her mom’s hand. Her eyes were on you now, still wide and brimming with tears. She looked frightened. You came to your senses. 

There was no good getting angry. Especially in front of a child. By your side, Seokjin straightened his back, letting go of your hand to step in front of you slightly. You appreciated the thought, but you didn’t really need protecting. You could look after yourself.  

“Stop embarrassing yourself, Nana.” 

Caught off guard for the second time in under five minutes, the tone of Seokjin’s voice threw you for a loop. The venom you heard unnerved you, a sick feeling twisting your gut. You’d heard him stressed, you’d heard him tense, you’d even heard him stern a few times on the phone, but you’d never heard his voice filled with such bite like this. 

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Nana spat back, her long hair flipping around as she raised her hand to point at him. “Not when you’ve been playing house with your daughter’s teacher, letting my daughter call her stepmom.” 

Seokjin chuckled, the sound humourless. He shook his head, practically laughing in her face. “I don’t know where you’ve heard that from because it’s not true.” The look on Nana’s face told you she didn’t believe a word he said.  

Seokjin bent down, attention on Arin. He held his hand out, wanting her to take it. “Arin, come here,” he asked, voice gentle, nothing like how he’d spoken to her mother. She let go of Nana’s hand and slowly made her way over. He immediately wrapped his arms around her middle. “Tell daddy where you got that word from.” She still looked afraid, hesitating as she opened her mouth. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at you,” he reassured, stroking her hair. 

“Mommy is.” Arin’s voice shook, one lone tear falling down her cheek. It broke your heart. 

“Mommy isn’t mad at you.” Seokjin’s voice was a murmur, but as he looked up at his ex-wife he had to try his best to sound composed. “Right?” 

Nana stared at him for a moment, her dark eyes piercing through him almost, but he didn’t flinch. Her gaze fell to the back of her daughter’s head, immediately softening, the regret obvious on her face. “No, darling, mommy isn’t mad at you. I’d never be mad at you.” 

Her words comforted Arin, and she looked up at her father, small voice still trembling with emotion as she explained. “Suzie told me that’s what Y/N is because she’s your girlfriend. She has one too.”

Seokjin exhaled slowly. “So, you heard it from your friend?” Arin nodded, and he quickly embraced her, rubbing her back as he soothed her. “That’s okay. No need to be upset.” You heard her sniff into his shoulder, but Seokjin’s attention was already on Nana again. 

“Happy now?” He shot, not giving her any time to reply. “Now get out of my house.” 

“Excuse me?” Her nostrils flared. 

“You heard me. Get the hell out of my house!” 

“Seokjin,” you breathed, reaching for his shoulder. He needed to remember everything he was saying was being heard by his daughter. He might be mad right now but he needed to think of Arin. 

As if Nana realised too, she took control. “Arin, go upstairs to your room and let me talk with your father.” 

Seokjin’s eyes flashed in anger. “Don’t tell her what to do in my home.” Nana scoffed, but Seokjin’s attention was back on Arin. He cupped her face in his hands.

“Sweetie, why don’t you go and play upstairs for a little while, okay? Daddy will come and check on you soon.” She nodded slowly, her tears dried. At least that was a positive. He kissed her cheek and stood up, encouraging her to make her way out of the room and upstairs with a nod. As she passed by you, you gave her a small smile. She returned it. You thought someone should at least accompany her to her room, but you thought best not to suggest it. It wasn’t your place. 

There was silence, a few moments as they waited for Arin to be safely out of earshot. Your heart drummed against your ribcage, still feeling nauseous. This wasn’t over just yet. Nana had no intentions of leaving. 

“Hypocrite,” she scoffed under her breath. 

“What did you say?” Glancing over at Seokjin, you saw his jaw was clenched, his gaze hard, unwavering as he stared at her. 

“I called you a hypocrite.” She sounded unbothered, eyes finding yours. “You don’t know him at all, sadly. You’ll soon find out how miserable he is. How frustrating it is when he always has to right. Mr. Perfect, aren’t you, Jin?” She was trying to rile him up, get a reaction. “Could never do anything wrong.” 

The way she called him Jin made you feel funny. It was so…personal. It had never crossed your mind to use the shortened version of his name. It had always been Seokjin for you. 

“Nice try,” he gave a hollow laugh. “Say what you want, we don’t care.” 

That much was true. Nana’s words wouldn’t make you doubt anything. Your relationship with Seokjin was solid. His relationship with Nana was nothing similar. 

“So when were you planning on telling me?”

Just like that you felt your heart drop, turning to look at Seokjin on instinct. You must have understood wrong. Nana knew about you, right? He’d told her about you, surely? 

“Did you just think you could pretend I didn’t exist?” Seokjin stayed silent, only infuriating Nana even more. “Answer me! How long has it been going on for?” 

“It’s none of your business!” He exploded causing you to jump. You had never once heard him raise his voice. His face was red, his blood pressure soaring. 

“None of my business?!” She cried, laughing in disbelief. His shouting did nothing to deter her. They were used to arguing, you guessed. “It is when my daughter is concerned.” 

It was Seokjin’s turn to scoff. “Oh, so now you care? You’re a joke.” 

Nana’s expression faltered. It took a moment for her to compose herself. “What is that supposed to mean?” Her tone was icy. 

Seokjin didn’t give her an answer. “I don’t owe you anything, Nana. You’re nothing to me anymore.” 

“I’m the mother of your daughter!” She was enraged, her eyes wide as she glowered. “You shouldn’t have kept this from me. I had no clue, Jin!” His indifference infuriated her even more. “Not one! Did you tell Arin to keep quiet?”

That had him biting, face scrunching up at her ludicrous claim. “Of course I didn’t.” 

“Then why,” she demanded, “why was I so oblivious?!” 

“Do I come up in conversation much? Maybe there’s your answer.” Seokjin shrugged. “When was the last time we were in the same room together?”

“Don’t! No, Jin, don’t use that as an excuse.” Nana’s voice wavered, words dotted with an emotion you hadn’t heard yet. 

You felt a pang of guilt. You’d been so oblivious too. Hadn’t realised she had no clue of your existence. You understood her frustrations. It was difficult not to. Seokjin was adamant though. Ruled by his emotions. He couldn’t see his fault. 

“You let our daughter stay with a stranger last weekend!”

But that hurt. 

You weren’t a stranger. You had known Arin for months. You adored that little girl and she liked having you around. You weren’t just anyone. Desperately, you tried to keep it together. Logically yes, you were a stranger to Nana. She had a right to be mad. You knew that. 

Although Seokjin didn’t see it that way, defending you angrily. “Y/N is not a stranger!” 

“To me she is!” Nana shouted. “I didn’t have a clue. What if something had happened to Arin?”

You wanted to say something. To tell her you understood her reservations. Maybe you even wanted to stick up for yourself, but you couldn’t find the words. Guilt was eating you up. 

“Just shut your mouth,” Seokjin hissed. His defensiveness made you nervous. “You don’t care. If you did you would have dropped everything and said yes when I called you.” 

“I was working.” Nana ran a hand through her hair, face patched red. “You think I didn’t want to say yes? I thought you’d just cancel or ask your parents to help out.” Then her eyes fell on you, that familiar sneer on her face. “Instead, you asked her.” 

Taken aback, you opened your mouth, words rushing out. “I’m really sorry you had to find out about our relationship this way, I… I thought–”

“I don’t want to hear it, stepmom.” 

Your cheeks flushed, anger bubbling at her dismissal. She wasn’t even going to hear what you had to say? “I’ve never referred to myself as Arin’s stepmother.” 

She raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow. “And what if I don’t believe you?” 

Before you could defend yourself Seokjin flew in, in front of you once more. You felt fresh anger, but everything was moving so fast you didn’t know how to place it. “Don’t speak to her like that. God, you’re such a condescending bitch.” 

“And you’re a smug, arrogant bastard.” She shot right back immediately. 

Seokjin scoffed. “Don’t try to deflect. You’ve just heard Arin say she learned that word from a friend. Do you think I’d force my own daughter to lie?” 

Nana stared at him, her breathing laboured with anger. Her eyes flicked to you and then back at Seokjin quickly, a devious smirk spreading across her face. “She’s younger, Seokjin. Having a midlife crisis?” 

Seokjin exhaled slowly, his voice calm as he replied, lips twitching up in amusement. “Your goading won’t work.” 

Although she still tried. “What would Arin’s school think? Knowing you’re fucking your daughter’s teacher.” 

You didn’t take kindly to threats, no matter the situation. Straightening your back you spoke clearly, voice raised a little. “I’m not her teacher anymore and the school already knows.”  

“There’s nothing you can do, Nana,” Seokjin sighed softly, taking your hand. It didn’t feel as comforting as it usually did. “So just let me be happy. It’s the least you can do.” 

That did it. Nana saw red instantly. “Oh, quit playing the victim!” She exclaimed, laughing at his seeming absurdity. You prayed Arin couldn’t hear all the commotion. The house was large enough, the walls thick enough, but who really knew. “Am I not allowed to be mad? You’ve kept this relationship,” she mocked, eyeing your laced fingers, “a secret this entire time. You’ve been playing happy families with my daughter.” There was a beat of silence. “I’m Arin’s mother.” 

“Yes, but that’s all you are.” 

A noise fell from Nana’s mouth. “I know, I know, you hate me. You’ve made that abundantly clear over the years.” 

“I don’t hate you, Nana.” With a sigh, Seokjin let go of your hand, rubbing his temples. “That would imply I still care. I don’t. I stopped caring a long time ago.” 

Nana rolled her eyes. “This again.” You on the other hand were lost. 

Seokjin’s eyes locked on hers, gaze steady, just like his words that seemed to knock you for six. “I stopped caring the moment I found you in bed with another man.”

You probably couldn’t hide the shock from your face, mind reeling, but they didn’t seem to notice. You were barely concentrating on what they were saying anymore. 

“Shut up.” Nana shot, provoking him further. “You never cared, Jin. Never. I did you a favour when I fucked Jaehyun. It gave you the perfect excuse to leave because you were too much of a coward to do it otherwise.” 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night” Seokjin scoffed quietly, but you could tell by his face he was visibly irritated. Maybe. He felt like a stranger right now. “Believe what you want.” 

“I will because it’s a fact.” 

Seokjin’s chest heaved with anger, breathing heavily as he failed to keep calm. “I didn’t leave sooner because I wanted Arin to be happy!” His voice broke with emotion. “I wanted to stay together for Arin’s sake.” 

“And look how bitter that made you.” Nana laughed, her eyes quickly finding yours again, remembering you existed. “Are you taking notes?” She folded her arms across her chest. “This is what will happen. He’ll promise you the world and then a few years later hate your guts.” 

You looked at the floor, unable to rebuff her claims even if you wanted to. Your thoughts slipped to last night, out on the deck… The way Seokjin had held you, gazed at you, the words he’d said... I want to give you the world. It was silly to let Nana’s words sting, but they did, nevertheless. Last night felt like a lifetime ago.

You felt a strong arm embrace you, wrapping around your shoulders as Seokjin held you to him. It did little to comfort you. Your head was whirring, thoughts swarming you. “Y/N is nothing like you, so don’t.” He warned, glaring across at Nana. “Don’t you dare try to compare our relationship to the one I had with you.” 

Nana laughed loudly, her face contorting as she yelled. “What am I like then, Jin? Go on! Tell me! I’m so fucking curious!” 

“You’re a cold, heartless cow who can’t even be bothered to be a mother to her own daughter!” His words flew out as if they’d been impatiently waiting for the opportunity. 

“Seokjin!” You exclaimed in shock, spinning your head to look at him. He was letting his emotions rule his head, so much so, he didn’t even bat an eyelid at your voice, continuing his tirade. 

His arm let you go as he stepped closer to his ex-wife. “Do you know why Arin probably felt so comfortable calling Y/N her stepmom?” It was a question not meant to be answered. “It’s because she’s been there for her these past few months. Where have you been, huh? She’s so used to you cancelling plans that she always expects the worse.” 

You were gobsmacked, unsure what had just left his mouth as you tried to make sense of his words. He couldn’t be comparing you both. He couldn’t be using you to hurt Nana. Right? 

“That’s not fair, I haven’t cancelled in weeks.” Nana’s voice was quiet, a far cry from her earlier volume, and you took a glance, noticing that her wide eyes were shining in the sunlight that streamed through the window. She seemed smaller now, less imposing. 

“Bravo,” Seokjin spat, beginning to slowly clap his hands. “What do you want, a round of applause?” 

“I can’t help it I’m busy with work. That’s why we agreed she’d live with you.” Nana sounded clearly upset now, Seokjin’s words striking a nerve. You couldn’t help but feel bad for her. 

“And I’m not busy?!” Seokjin wasn’t done. “Your excuses don’t work on me. They never have.” 

“I love my daughter. Don’t you dare try to insinuate otherwise.” 

Seokjin wasn’t listening. “You came here just to create a scene. You didn’t think about Arin at all, did you? You made her give you all the details just to twist the knife in. That’s all you care about. You can’t handle the thought of me being happy because you’re so goddamn miserable!” 

“Just come out and say it, Jin!” She shouted, arms out. “You think I’m a terrible mother.” 

With a casual shrug of his shoulders, he replied, “I never said that, but if the shoe fits.” 

The silence that followed was deafening. You could feel your pulse pounding in your ears, a sick feeling turning your stomach. You didn’t want to be here anymore. You didn’t want to be involved in this shouting match. You didn’t want to see your boyfriend this angry, you didn’t want to hear him speak like this. 

Eventually, Nana’s voice pierced through the silence. It wavered but she kept her cool, head held up high. “Well, thank you, Jin. Thank you so much for finally telling me how you feel. How very brave of you. Finally.” 

You watched as she straightened her jacket and smoothed down her hair, and then she took a step forward. She was heading for the door. 

“That’s it?” Seokjin scoffed, his voice hoarse. “You’re leaving without saying goodbye to your daughter?”

Nana didn’t reply, she didn’t even look at him, just carried on walking out of the room. You heard her heels against the tiles of the hallway, steps retreating. 

“You really have no shame!” He called after her as you both heard the front door open, and then it clicked shut. “Fuck!” 

You jumped at the sudden raise of tone, watching him kick the footrest beside the chair across the room in temper. He had his back to you, his shoulders shuddering with his heavy breathing. You swallowed, feeling your throat dry but you couldn’t say anything. This was all new to you. This side of your relationship, this side of Seokjin. Actually, this whole situation was unlike anything you’d been involved in before. You’d had your fair share of relationship drama in the past, that was a given, but this… You were in over your head. This wasn’t about you. This was a situation involving Seokjin and Nana. You didn’t know what to say or do to make it better. In all honesty, you didn’t even want to try. 

“Daddy?” 

The tiny voice from behind startled you both, and you whipped your head around to see Arin in the doorway. Her eyes were pulled wide, worried and confused. It made your heart hurt. A small part of you couldn’t help but feel to blame. 

“Did mommy leave?” She asked, her gaze on her father, who was staring blankly ahead. 

“Yes, she did,” was all he said, stunning you in the process. 

“Seokjin, you can’t just say it like that!” You exclaimed, looking at him properly for the first time. Arin had walked into the room by now, hovering by your side, a hand to her mouth as she flicked her thumbnail over her teeth nervously.   

Seokjin’s eyes met yours, refocusing before something flickered inside of them – realisation. He looked down at his daughter, voice softening instantly. “She had to go home, Arin. Something came up.” 

You could tell by her face she didn’t quite believe him. She was a bright kid, not that you thought Seokjin was undermining her intelligence, but she knew something was wrong and you didn’t think it was fair to just gloss over the issue. 

“Why don’t you watch some cartoons?” He suggested, guiding her to the sofa. “I’ll make you something to drink. What would you like?” 

She gave him a small smile as he passed her the remote control. “Hot chocolate, please.” 

The tiniest of smiles lifted the corners of his mouth too. “Okay, one hot chocolate coming right up.” He turned to you, a hand brushing yours for a brief second, voice low as he asked you a question. “Can you stay with her?”

Your nod was barely there, and you watched him walk out, heading for the kitchen. After a moment’s delay, you joined Arin on the sofa, attention on the television, watching the cartoon characters bounce around the screen, but you were in a world of your own. Arin’s voice’s tore you from it, her question rattling you. 

“Why did she go?” 

“I don’t know.” You hated yourself for lying to her but it wasn’t your place to explain. Especially not now given the circumstances. Your thoughts were captured once more. Nana had been clueless to your existence this whole time. Had you been a fool to assume otherwise? 

“Did they argue?” 

Your eyes fell to Arin’s, wanting to embrace her but thought better of it. You’d have to reassure her another way. With words. If you could. “It’s nothing to worry about, okay?” You smiled, the action stiff. “They’re just a bit angry at one another.” 

“Because of me?”

Her question broke your heart. You shook your head hastily. “Of course not.” 

She didn’t respond, turning back to the TV. She didn’t seem visibly upset, nothing like earlier, but maybe this was worse. She seemed despondent, quiet. You were reminded of when you were a kid, hearing your parents argue nonstop before their divorce. At times you used to feel at fault too. 

“I’m sorry I called you my stepmom, I didn’t know it was wrong.” As she spoke she kept staring at the television, voice quiet. 

“Arin, it’s okay, sweetie,” you told her, this time unable to stop yourself from wrapping an arm around her shoulders. You wanted to comfort her. She needed comforting. “You’ve done nothing wrong at all.” 

You knew what children were like together. The conversation she’d had with her friend had been innocent. She’d had no clue what the weight of such a word could mean, or even do. None of this was her fault. 

You held her for a while, getting consoled yourself almost as well, but time was passing and Seokjin hadn’t come back with her hot chocolate. You glanced at the clock on the wall, he’d been gone fifteen minutes. “I’m going to check on daddy,” you said, pulling away gently. “To see what he’s done with your hot chocolate.” You tried to joke around but your laugh sounded forced. Arin nodded, giving you a tiny smile as you stood up. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” 

You found him in the kitchen, leaning against one of the counters as he held a glass of whiskey in his hand. Arin’s drink wasn’t even half made. Irritation flooded your senses for a moment. You got that he was upset, angry, maybe even a little dazed by the situation, but he still needed to pull himself together and be there for his daughter. Drinking at two o’clock in the afternoon was unacceptable. 

However when he saw you, his expression softened into worry, concern colouring his tone as he asked, “Is she okay?”

You swallowed down your frustration, but once again your mind was beginning to whir. You had so many questions, so many answers that you needed, but now wasn’t the time. He needed to make sure Arin was settled and then you both could talk. 

You walked further into the room, speaking as you went. “She’s upset. She thinks she did something wrong, that’s why you and Nana argued.” 

Seokjin sounded regretful when he sighed. His eyes closed, fingers tightening around the tumbler. “Do you think she heard any of it?”

In a clipped voice you replied. “I hope not.” 

Hearing your tone he opened his eyes, coming to his senses almost. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, placing his drink down on the counter. He moved towards you, a hand ghosting over your back. “Are you okay?” Despite his tone of voice being one you were familiar with, his concern did little to console you. All you could do was nod your head.  

“Don’t take any notice of her, okay?” He continued, his voice slowly changing again. “This is what she does. She pushes and pushes. She can’t stand–”

“Seokjin, enough,” you begged, exhausted. You could hear him becoming more and more irate. 

The hand on your back froze and then dropped to his side. “Are you sticking up for her?” He more or less accused. 

“What?” You looked at him, baffled. “Of course I’m not. You just need to calm down. I know you’re angry but your daughter needs you right now.” 

His features smoothed out and he stepped back, rubbing a hand over his face. “You’re right.” He sounded apologetic. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s fine.” You watched as he walked towards the fridge, getting out a carton of milk to pour inside Arin’s mug, chocolate powder waiting. He mixed it together with a spoon and placed it in the microwave, setting the timer. As it whirled around, you spoke again. “We can talk about it later.”��

There was silence as he placed the milk back inside the refrigerator. He closed the door. “Are you mad at me?” 

“No.” 

He didn’t believe you. Turning back he folded his arms across his chest, staring at you. “She’s gotten under your skin, hasn’t she? That’s what she does.” 

You heard yourself sigh. You didn’t want to do this now. Not with Arin just down the hallway. Why was he being so insistent? Your mind flew through the tonne of questions you wanted to unleash his way, but one slipped from your mouth before you could stop it. Before you could even acknowledge your own words. 

“Did she really cheat on you?” 

Seokjin looked taken aback, whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. Maybe you should have gotten your priorities straight, but stood in front of him right now, you felt deceived. You watched as he gave you a brief nod. Your heart dropped. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He lifted his shoulders, not meeting your eyes. “It wasn’t a big deal.” 

“Not a big deal?” Your voice raised and you willed yourself to keep it down. “It seems like it was the reason you divorced her, Seokjin.” 

The microwaved beeped but you both ignored it. “It was over long before then.” He chuckled humourlessly. “She was right, I was a coward.”

A part of you wanted details but you knew right now wasn’t the time or the place. Besides, you didn’t think he’d share anyway. 

“Is that why you’re mad? Because I didn’t tell you?” He sounded worried, regretful, some other emotions you couldn’t think of right now. 

You sighed softly. “I’m not mad, Seokjin. I’m just… I didn’t know.” 

He went to step forward, to walk towards you but stopped himself. “I’m sorry, I should have told you. Especially with–”

“It’s fine,” you cut him off quickly, not wanting to hear the words you knew he was going to say out loud. You couldn’t bear it. You’d told him about Donghae in a bid to open up – because you trusted him. Why hadn’t Seokjin told you about Nana? You couldn’t help but feel betrayed. You didn’t know if you were being fair or not. 

“I should go and check on Arin,” he said suddenly, moving to the microwave to open it up. “Thank you for taking care of her. It’s more than her own mother could do, and she’s the one who caused this whole mess.” 

“Don’t,” you whispered, closing your eyes. He wasn’t going to do it again. “Don’t do that. Compare us.” Seokjin looked your way, confused now. “I don’t know Nana. I don’t know what your marriage was like, not really, and I don’t know what her relationship with Arin is like. You shouldn’t have said those things to her. She was obviously upset.” 

You understood that people spoke out in anger, that words just flew out, no matter how small the thought was, but it wasn’t an excuse. He was still emotional, but all you wanted him to see was the bigger picture. 

“I don’t care,” he brushed off. “She needed to hear a few home truths.” 

You scoffed. “And you used me to really drive them in, didn’t you?” You continued regardless of his frown. “It’s not a competition. I’m your girlfriend. I’m not even Arin’s stepmother. We haven’t talked about that yet,” – Seokjin went to speak over you but you stopped him with a hand in the air – “and I know Arin made an innocent mistake, but it obviously hurt Nana. She had no clue I existed, Seokjin. Not one!” 

He did look guilty at that, dropping his gaze, but you weren’t done. “You can be mad because of how she acted but you’re also at fault…” 

“I know,” he murmured. “I know that and I’m sorry.” 

You weren’t the only one he should be apologising to, but by now you were too exhausted to keep this up. You couldn’t stay here, not when you were sure it would end in an argument. You didn’t want to fight with him. You needed space to think. On your own. 

“I should go.” You told him, noticing his face wrinkle up in confusion. 

He was in front of you immediately, clutching your hand. “Y/N, wait,” his voice was unsteady, “You don’t have to go. I’m really sorry that I made you uncomfortable.” 

You appreciated his sincerity, and had no doubts that he meant his apology, but it still wasn’t enough to get you to stay. An I’m sorry wasn’t what you needed. It wasn’t as simple as that. 

“Honey, please,” he begged softly. “This is me with all my baggage. I’m not perfect.” 

Your brow furrowed. “I never thought you were, Seokjin.” This wasn’t about your so called flawless vision of him. He was human, just like you. Yes, seeing him mad like that had shaken you up at first but it wasn’t why you were leaving. Nor were you leaving because of the situation. Everyone had a history, or “baggage” as Seokjin chose to call it. It didn’t change how you felt about him. It was all just very overwhelming. 

You put your other hand over his, silently telling him to let you go. Above all else he needed to spend time with his daughter. “Go and check on Arin. She’s waiting for her hot chocolate.” You told him softly.  

He clasped your hand tighter. “Please don’t go.” 

“I just need some space to think.” You admitted. 

He watched you for a moment, eyes glassy – you expected yours were too – but ever the gentleman he respected your wishes and didn’t press you any further, no matter how much he wanted to plead with you to stay. Deep down he probably knew it was the right thing to do. If you stayed now no good would come from it. You could speak about everything when you were both ready. Whenever that was.

With a tight nod he slipped his hand from yours. You gave him a soft smile and turned your back to him. He had no choice but to watch you leave. 

Written 2020 - 2021. Please refrain from posting my work elsewhere. No translations allowed. © floralseokjin 2021

[abundanceofnots]

a fic with a them and a kitten 🐈‍⬛❤

DANGER!

His instinct wakes him up, the familiar voice inside his head screaming at him to abandon the peaceful slumber and take cover.

Mickey’s eyes flip open to the sight of two beastly orange beams watching him from the darkness, and he scrambles back on the bed in a panic, elbowing Ian right in the back in the process.

“Not in the mood, Mick,” he murmurs sleepily from his side.

With a somewhat self-soothing litany of fuck fuck fuck fuck, Mickey leans over to flick on the table lamp on his nightstand. The creature isn’t on the bed anymore, so it’s probably not a complete idiot with suicidal tendencies (Creeping up on a guy like that, who fuckin’ does that? Only killers and morons, that’s who.), and when Mickey peeks over the edge of the mattress, he finds it sitting on the floor, staring at him with unblinking eyes.

Groaning, he rubs his face.

“What did I say about lettin’ that dirty clump of hair in the bedroom with us?”

To his annoyance, Ian just nuzzles deeper into his pillow, apparently not too preoccupied with the fact that his husband was virtually mauled in his sleep.

“S’not dirty anymore. Gave it a little bath.”

“Yeah? Bet it can still give me like uh—” Mickey blinks rapidly, the motors in his exhausted brain working overtime. “—like uh, rabies or—or AIDS!”

Ian gives a prolonged sigh. “It doesn’t have AIDS.”

“You don’t know that.”

And he really doesn’t, because the way this cat came to (temporarily!) stay with them was almost identical to how all shitty things happened to them.

The short version? They were in the wrong place at the wrong time, and Ian was too much of a soft bitch to just walk away from the situation and forget it ever happened.

The long version is basically the same but in a bit more words. The vermin must’ve snuck into their apartment complex when they were coming back from the store, full arms of shopping bags obscuring Mickey’s view of his surroundings, and followed them all the way up onto the second floor, lured by the smell of their bullshit organic ham from Whole Foods—or the looks of Mickey’s juicy calves, who could really know for sure.

Mickey only noticed it when they stopped in front of their apartment door, and the thing curled itself around the toe cap of his right boot, hell-bent on digging into it with its sharp claws and kicking it with its hind legs.

And okay, back then, it was sorta funny. Mainly because this was the least predatory behavior Mickey’s ever seen in his life. There was just suddenly this thing—hardly a full-sized cat yet, covered from head to toe in mud that made her hair stick together in little hedgehog-y spikes—which already decided to take on a big scary shoe.

So obviously, Ian’s natural reaction was to start ovulating on the spot and claim they had to take it in.

Fuckin’ soft bitch.

“It’s starin’ at me,” Mickey remarks from the bed as he observes the cat-midget with a scowl. He really had to stop enabling Ian’s savior complex.

“Close your eyes.”

“What if it sneaks up on me again, slits my throat open?”

“You have a fat neck. It would have to dig real deep.”

Deciding the second-rate muff on the floor can wait, for now, Mickey turns to Ian. “Who’s side are you fuckin’ on?” he snips at the back of his head.

“My side,” Ian replies tiredly and then shuffles under his comforter to lie on his other side, facing Mickey. “Look, she was scratching at the door, meowing like crazy. You probably couldn’t hear it over your snores, but I did. What else was I supposed to do?”

Mickey watches him for a second. “I don’t snore.”

“Right.” Rolling his eyes, Ian hauls himself off the bed. “Must be my other husband, then. I always get you two confused.”

He takes out one of his older hoodies from the midsized wardrobe opposite the bed and lays it on top, fluffing it a little, so it forms an impromptu nest. Then, he gently grabs the cat and sits it on there, letting it sniff around the material for a couple of minutes before it finally settles down, leaning its head on its outstretched paws. Its eyes stay on alert.

“They like being high up,” Ian answers Mickey’s questioning looks when he comes back to bed. “So they can monitor us and the room at all times. Makes them feel safe.”

“The fuck did you learn that?”

“Google. Done some quick research last night.”

“Oh! So you become a fuckin’ cat lady in one night, but when I asked you to figure out how we could install a sex swing in the empty room—”

Reaching over him to switch the light off, Ian smacks a kiss on Mickey’s cheek.

“Goodnight, Mick.”

Reluctantly, Mickey closes his mouth, already feeling himself deflate.

Whatever. They’re getting rid of that thing later today.

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“Hey! You’re early,” Ian greets him from the couch. His head propped up on the armrest is the only part of him that Mickey can see from the door, and it makes him chuckle. This way, Ian looks like a magician’s assistant.

“Yeah. The new guys aren’t so useless after all.” Having taken his jacket off, Mickey stalks closer to the couch, his lips already curling into a smirk. “Figured we could use the time better. Maybe take the new toy for a spin. Introduce it to my assho—WHAT THE FUCK is that thing still doing here?”

The surplus pair of eyes regard him from Ian’s chest, quite unperturbed by his outburst as it gets its chin and ears scratched.

“We kinda bonded,” Ian admits sheepishly.

“I can see that.”

In the daylight, and probably after another thorough scrub, the creature’s fur got a vivid, ginger color. Mickey would probably laugh at the resemblance if he wasn’t so set on hating this thing.

“I couldn’t just ditch her. Look at her!” Ian tries to argue, as if looking at it would solve the problem.

Nah, no way. He’s not falling for this dumb big sad eyes crap again. The last time he did, he ended up with a husband in a prissy apartment on the West Side. And now, on top of that, he’ll most likely have to share it with a tiny ass-licker—and not even the kind he likes.

“Bought some stuff,” Ian adds after a pause, motioning in the direction of the kitchen counter where a stack of cans stood next to a bag of dry cat food and cat litter. “She’ll stay with us for some time. Two weeks max, I swear. And we’ll try to find her a new home in the meantime.”

Mickey surveys the counter for another beat. “That’s for two weeks?”

“Mick’s a big eater.”

He swears his eyes grow three times their standard size at that.

“You named it ‘Mick’?” he asks reproachfully.

Ian grimaces. “Yeah? But not on purpose,” he explains apologetically. “I just started telling her about you, and she seemed to perk up every time I mentioned your name. I think she thought it was her name.”

“Great.”

“You said it yourself: Mickey can be a girl’s name, too. And it makes sense because she reminds me of you in so many ways.”

Mickey inspects the cat that’s supposed to be so much like him and finds that during their conversation, she fell asleep and was now letting out these low huffs against Ian’s T-shirt.

And sure, now, in her pacified state, just sprawled like that like a hairy-ass baby on Ian’s chest, Mickey could see himself calling her cute. Maybe. Whatever.

“Even if she looks like your long-lost sister?” he jokes.

“A ginger with Milkovich attitude. Kinda perfect, don’t you think?”

As Mickey watches his big softie of a husband tenderly stroke the cat’s fur, grinning at her as if he was already completely enamored with her, he realizes that he’s smiling, too.

Ah, shit. Mickey’s so fucked.

To be continued. Maybe.