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stellocchia · 4 years ago

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Here’s an analysis of the “Tommy’s Plan To Kill Dream” stream (part 2)

Continuation of this here (though it really isn’t needed to read that one to read this as I will be recapping a bit as I go): https://stellocchia.tumblr.com/post/645995202162671616/heres-an-analysis-of-the-tommys-plan-to-kill

This is the less intense part of the stream. They already talked about their plans to kill Dream (well, Tommy’s plan that Tubbo is VERY reluctant about and Ranboo agrees with). We’re moving into the gathering resources for the surveilance post part now.

As always moving forward I’ll be soley talking about the characters and, for the dialogue, this are the respective colors: Tommy, Tubbo, Ranboo, Ghostbur.

Analysis under the cut as always

So let’s start off with the obvious: I absolutely love how protective Tubbo and Ranboo are of Tommy, I’m glad he has people who actually care in his life right now. We have various examples of this throughout the stream, but the first one is Tommy seeing a creeper, backing off immediatly (because of his hightened fear of pain, aslo known as algophobia apparently) and them immediately destroying the threat. Of course this is also because they don’t want Snowchester blown up, but it’s still sweet nonetheless.

He also opens up about his algophobia right after to them and asks for some armour, which Tubbo actually provides.

“You’re wearing Dream’s armour, aren’t you Tubbo?” “Yeah” “Okay, I wouldn’t- I genuinely would advice not. Anything that that man’s fucking been too near you don’t wanna be using” Tommy’s fear of Dream by now is just all encompassing. It is also quite peculiar that he would say this while still using Dream’s trident (right? It’s still his right?), though that could simply be because he puts himself in the category of “things that have been too near Dream” by now and really can’t be affected more then he already has been, though this is just a theory.

Same thing as with the creeper happens with a skeleton a couple minutes later.

“What happened? Holy crap” “Tubbo he beat me to death, he punched me to death” Bee duo starting to realize how serious Tommy’s situation is right after the scheleton encounter because Tommy was just genuinely panicking.

“Pain it feels so much more real now, ‘cause I know what’s on the other side” “Surely doesn’t that give closure?” “No... no it gives quite the opposite Tubbo” And what a good choice that was narratively speaking! If death did give closure as us and the characters in the story themselves expected, with resurrection it would be meaningless. This way though, death has just as much narrative weight as if resurrection wasn’t there, which is what you want in a story.

“On a side note for you two: Sam Nook great guy! Really lovely guy! Awesamdude is a bastard and does not deserve to be running that prison. If he let me die he failed his job” We can see that Tommy’s perception of the warden’s duty is strickingly different from Sam’s. To Tommy the top priority should be protecting others from Dream (even if it means compromising the security of the prison), while to Sam the top priority is keeping Dream locked up.

“My therapy update!” We all knew I had to include this one. It’s actually really great because:

1) Him actually reacheing out to Puffy to get therapy means that he actually recognises that he needs help and is willing to ask for it, which is the first step towards healing

2) Him acting so happy about it is actually such a good message for the younger viewers to see that therapy is nothing to be afraid of and it’s not taboo

One more thing we had him wanting to remove his own statues as they’re a grim reminder of his death in a scene that is very similar to Tubbo on the 16th asking to remove the decorations of the day of his execution.

“I don’t think it’s a particularly good idea to... try and kill Dream. I don’t know how canon lives work for you anymore, but I only got one left” As I pointed out in the other post the 2 main reasons why Tubbo is reluctant about the plan are that he’s on his last life and that he managed to build a life for himself with Snowchester and Ranboo that he doesn’t wanna loose.

“Listen guys, I’ve experienced death now, it doesn’t matter how many lives I have left now, I’m NOT willing to go through that again” “Yeah that makes sense actually, that makes sense” This is an interesting question though of how many lives he re-acquired. We know Jack came back with 3 when he did it, but then again, normal rules don’t seem to apply to Jack Manifold. Also I wanted to include Ranboo’s quote there just because he’s literally been nothing but supportive and I love him for it.

Also all 3 teens decide at once that ignoring the Egg will most definitely make the problem go away, because that has always worked in the past of course! (Also, honestly, good for them. Let the adults take care of something for once!)

“I’m not very god at smal- that’s not true” “Mhmm” “So eh... you guys heard The News?” “The news about what?” “The news about...?” “You know... what-what’s been happening...” “What’s been happening?” “About- about umm... George” “About George? What happened with the Gogmeinster?” “Oh yeah, he got banned! Twice” “No no, he... he grew a third ear” “Really? Oh man!” “Oh yeah! I’ve seen a photo of that on instagram!” So, aside from this being so funny, the reason I’m highlighting it is because if there is one thing Tommy never struggled with in the past it was small talk. He could literally start blabbering with anyone about anything, no matter how dumb, with absolute confidence. Now he’s struggling with everything (both here and later in the Nether we have similar scenes for it). He is insecure about everything he says and socializing seems much harder for him. Regardless both Tubbo and Ranboo still go along with everything he says with absolute confidence, which seems to help him quite a bit. Considering that his biggest desire seems to be to be treated the same as he was before having them not pointing out his obvious insecurity (while still very obviously noticing it) is probably quite a big thing for him.

“Why are Punz’s eyes red?” “Why? Oh- Where is Punz?” “Oh, that might mean we have to kill him, he might kill us on sight” “Yeah, he might try to kill you. Where are you Tommy by any me- where are you?” “Yeah, stay away from him” “No I can fucking take him man!” “No because you get scared of damage...” “Tommy... yeah” “I don’t get scared of damage!” “That’s not true” “Tommy where are you?” I loved this scene so much! Tommy didn’t actually even see Punz here, he only saw his face on the players tab, but the other two were immediately on the defensive. Also this is what I mean when I say that it’s not that they don’t acknowledge Tommy’s situation, they’re just trying to give him some normalcy, because, as soon as he is in any actual or perceived danger they’re immediately in high alert.

“You’re like a living ghost” “I think that’s just called a human Tubbo” “You’re like a human” “That’s just called someone who is alive” “You’re treating me differently” So two things here:

1) Tubbo still has a lot of confusion towards the whole revival process an that’s what he was trying to express. Ranboo was not particularly happy with his choice of words though and kinda got the defensive tone again

2) Tommy shuts down very fast any time any kind of change is mentioned. In this case the change being Tubbo’s perception of him.

That said they manage to recover the situation really fast with Ranboo making a comparison between Tommy and Jesus (they’re teenagers, what can I say?)

“Tubbo I feel like we’ve grown less close while I’ve been in prison and dead” “That’s ‘cause you’ve been gone for such a long time...” “Do you like me less?” “Nope!” “Well it feels like you do” “Well, that’s all in your head then!” “No” “Maybe you superpower is immagination” “Maybe my superpower is anxiety” Well Tommy, do my job for me, will you? But yes, these kind of thoughts (fretting about what others, especially your friends or family think of you) is extremely common for individuals suffering from anxiety disorders. Also what Tubbo did here was really important, even if it is the bare minimum, he still provided the ressurance his friend needed and that’s good of him. Also, while Tommy’s dependence on Tubbo does shine through quite a bit during this stream Tubbo does continuosly set up healthy boundaries for them (introducing and keeping firm on his relationship with Ranboo and admitting that they did grow apart a bit and he is still confused about Tommy for example), which is extremely good. Ranboo is also presenting himself as a viable option for emotional support, which will actually be good for Tommy in the future as this would mean breaking out of the habit that was ingrained in him of relying on one single person every time.

“I’m not afraid of anything! The only thing I’m afraid of is, you know, waking up in the morning and...” “The- the thing your afraid of is waking up in the- are you alright? Are you- are you alright man? Are you good?” That’s concerning! But, again, very fitting with his newfound extreme anxiety he seems to be experiencing. Also ConcernedBoo, he just care about his friends and is worried. Pretty sure Tommy fits together with Michael and Tubbo in the circle of people he’s willing to protect.

Also, in case people were wondering, Ghostbur wasn’t handing out sugar because he was a fake Ghostbur, but just because Ranboo gave it to him and it was the only thing he had. Same goes for Tommy calling Ghostbur “Wilbur” and acting as if he was Alivebur and Ghostbur only correcting him after quite a while: it’s not because he’s fake, it’s because he gave permission to Tommy specifically to do so before. As I mentioned in the other post their relationship is complicated, but Ghostbur very much cares for Tommy a whole lot and he came back specifically because he heard Tommy needed help again, it’s not so weird he’d allow him to do stuff he doesn’t allow for others.

“Last time I spoke to you was like a few days ago...” Now, as some people pointed out this could simply be Ghostbur memory being sort of foggy and him not realizing how much time passed. But the OTHER theory is that he remembers talking to Phantommy (which we know happened thanks to Quackity’s lore, as they visited Glatt’s gym together). Honestly both are plausible (if the first one was true then meeting Phantommy may have simply made him upset and he could have forgotten about it, or perhaps he could have just forgotten that Tommy was dead).

“Ghostbur do you want him (Wilbur) to come back? Because I- I don’t. I don’t think that I do ever” “It’s... I... umm, hm. The-the world needs structure and order and he- he was good at that. He did that-” “No. The world needs less villains and he was a villain if I’ve ever seen one” “But a- a villain is just- is- sometimes the line’s a little blurry. You could say a little blurry, a tiny bit, it’s like a- a villain it’s just a hero you haven’t convinced yet” Now, as much as I love Ghostbur he’s half wrong here. Let me explain:

Simply put not all bad people can be redeemed for one thing (for example someone like Dream could never be redeemed because he hurt so many people in such horrible ways without ever regretting it), and secondly describing a villain as a “hero YOU HAVEN’T CONVINCED yet” puts the responsability of that persnon’s actions on their victims. As a matter of fact it’s most definitely NOT up to the ones who’ve been hurt to reabilitate the ones who hurt them (which is why Sam managing the prison now is considerable a conflict of interests). They shouldn’t even be forced to forgive that person if the person DOES change for the better. And here’s the crux of the issue: Wilbur hurt a LOT of people. He hurt Tubbo, he hurt Niki, he hurt Fundy, he hurt everyone who joined Pogtopia. And more then anything else he hurt Tommy. He was abusive and manipulative towards him and Tommy has every right to never forgive him. He has every right to be scared of him and regard him purely as a villain, because that’s what he was for him towards the end of his life.

Ghostbur bringing him back in the hopes that he’s changed at all just means that, once again, the responsability of his possible reabilitation will be left entirely on the shoulders of the teens of the server and the same goes for if there is NO reabilitation. The destruction will, once more, be left for them to deal with. Tommy specifically will have one more person who abused him to deal with. Wether Wilbur will or will not ally himself with Dream doesn’t matter, because he was still a destructive individual on his own (despite of course being that way because of his own mental spiral, but that just makes him more sympathetic, it doesn’t justify his actions nor make them any less hurtful for those around him).

Also Wilbur’s been dead for 10-12 years in Limbo time, I can’t imagine that doing wonders for his mental state...

There is a scene after that conversation where Tommy was talking about how being dead was, Tubbo asked a question about it and Tommy got upset. Of course the others got confused about his reactions since ha was already talking about, so, to clarify: the probable reason why anyone (aside from Ghostbur apparently) asking him questions about it upsets him is probably because of Dream. He mentioned multiple times now that Dream treating his death as a science experiment when he revived him was extremely traumatic for him. He hates the idea of being “just science” to the people around him. Ghostbur seem to be an exception to this, but that may be because Tommy seems predisposed to just trust Ghostbur more from an emotonal stand-point (perhaps because he reminds him of how Wilbur used to be before he spiraled).

“I love monster energy” “Monster energy is kind of scary...” “Mhm, it’s for monsters...” Man the very low-key constant self-deprecation sure it’s kinda worrying... I really do hope that someone will help him with his very obvious sef-esteem issues at some point.

“He (Wilbur) spent a lot of time around a bad guy. He spent around a decade, you said, around Schlatt and Schlatt- Schlatt’s the bed guy, Right?” “I don’t think Schlatt’s the only bad guy” “Him and Eret are the bad guys, right?” Once again Ghostbur’s view of things is very naive and still very much stuck in the past. It’s been so long now since Eret betrayal, and they tried to redeem themselves since. Meanwhile it’s also been months since Schlatt died, and, even back when he was alive, he was far from being the only arguably bad person, Wilbur being right there along with him if we consider what his actions caused. And now we have Dream and the Egg, we have Quackity indulging in torture, we have the syndacate having a gestapo arc, we have Jack back on his goal of killing a teen. We can be sympathetic toward many of this people, but this doesn’t change the fact that they hurt others a lot or that their objectives or actions are objectively morally wrong in some cases. By now it’s honestly pretty hard to draw the line of who IS and ISN’T a bad guy.

“Cobble is GOOD, people don’t like it when I use cobble though...” Again, the usual self confidence is completely lacking. This is worse then post exile: back then he still had the full confidence to build an ugly cbblestone tower on Techno’s front lawn, now even using a bit of cobblestone makes him self-concious.

Also apparently Sam instructed Sam Nook to keep Tommy specifically away from the prison for his own safety. Man’s still looking after him even if he probably won’t manage to do it directly for a while (at least until Tommy forgives him, if he does).

That’s pretty much it! It’s everything I’d consider important that I could find in the stream!

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years ago

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Title: Crown For Two {4}

Henry Cavill AU x OFC Xari Thornton AU

Warning: Plot, Mild Cursing, Cheesy Christmas Themes, Slow Burn, Dialogue Heavy, PLENTY OF WORDS

Words: 6.6k

Summary: Xari Thornton is a travel photographer with a blog and social media that garners some heavy-duty traffic. People tune in to see where she is and what she’s doing there, all in hopes of either living vicariously through her or to plan their next vacation.

Her slogan; “Traveling the path to the most off-beaten places, so you don’t have to.”

Her next stop on her four destination travel itinerary of “Places You May Never Have Heard Of” is Sandvell, a small European country. When her plane makes an impromptu stop due to bad weather, she has no idea where she is. It feels like she’s stepped inside of a snow globe and back in time in a modern way. It leaves her fascinated.

This bad weather forces her to stay at an Inn, The Beaux, for the night. Rather than letting the hours tick by in her room, she explores and meets the friendly locals. While taking photographs, one local in particular captures her lens with eyes as blue as the ocean and a jaw that was chiseled from stone. They strike up conversation during their time drinking at one of the local bars, Ickles. Once they separate, she gets herself into a harrowing situation. ��

As soon as she awakens, she realizes she’s not in some fever dream, but a palace and the owner of the palace is none other than the local she met before with the piercing blue eyes, His Royal Highness Henry Wellington Leopold Danglishton, First of his name, Crown Prince of Brexendor.

Note: All right, all right people, the ride continues. I really, really hope you enjoy this. As a reminder, it’s going to be fast-paced a bit, and I am gonna overload you with pictures because why the hell not, it’s a Christmas Fic. 😁 Feel free to come by and tell me what you guys think.

As always, thank you all for reading, I appreciate each and every one of you.

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!! ❤️❤️

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-Five Days Later-

-Henry-

“Before we get to cut this ribbon, I want to say something. My father—your king.”

He paused, swallowed, and bowed his head slightly, trying to gather his thoughts and reign in his emotions. This was one of the first times he’d spoken about his father since his death, especially in front of the entire country. This unveiling was televised all around Brexendor and probably in neighboring sister countries, which meant he was probably speaking in front of over four million people. Clearing his throat, he tried to continue.

“Eh-em, my father, and your king loved this project. He spent so many nights coming through every detail of it. He particularly wanted to be hands-on with this because he felt this endeavor would bring many people together.”

He looked from face to face in the crowd, making eye contact and giving reassuring smiles—a tactic he’d learned long ago that made speeches more effective.

“He believed though we are individual countries filled with many different races, ethnicities, beliefs, and cultures, he believed we are all one people. He believed that one of the most universal things was connection.”

The crowd murmured their agreement as several heads nodded. He felt the hand of his mother on his shoulder, gently reassuring him and giving him some of her strength.

“As humans, we all crave connection. We all want to make connections in our lives that are worthwhile. That is what this endeavor is, a bridge for our connection across the world beginning with our finances, and he would be so incredibly proud to see it today.”

The crowd before him erupted with applause, giving him a reprieve to bring himself back to his stoic image. He waited for them to quiet down before he continued.

“Without further ado.”

He walked over to the shimmering blue ribbon that was aesthetically tied in front of the bank's doors. Once before them, one of the men handed him giant scissors, and he got into place. The crowd counted down from three. Each second that passed, he could sense the excitement increasing. Once “one” was yelled, he cut the ribbon signaling the crowd to explode with applause and cheers. The camera snapped pictures of him from every angle as he shook hands, waved, and posed with everyone on the bank’s council and the finance commission’s office.

The next hour was spent walking through the location, explaining all the details that his father had put so much time, thought, and energy into. As he pointed things out, he remembered the various conversations they had together about the items and specifications. This was a project just as close to his heart as it was to his father’s. from the corner of his eye, he saw his mother standing in front of the giant grandfather style clock that his father had chosen special. He loved clocks and had collected quite a few in his years. She placed her hand on it, then dipped her head down. He knew her pain.

The following few hours passed with him answering questions and doing his duties as head of the country, never breaking away from the status quo. He could do this in his sleep. That was how well trained he was for this. In a matter of weeks, his duties would be tripled or even quadrupled when he went through his coronation. At that time, he’d really put all that grooming to use. It was an event he’d imagined differently his whole life. For one, he’d always expected to look out to his mother and father’s faces as they’d passed the duties on to him. This future was one he was not prepared for.

“Mother.”

She hummed and spun her head to him with a solemn smile on her lips.

“Are you well?”

She smiled brightly, and any evidence of her previous sadness was only visible in her pale blue eyes, but just a smidge.

“Of course, I am. What about you, my darling boy?”

He smiled. She’d been calling him that since he was, in fact, just a boy.

“Glad to have gotten through that.”

His mother nodded before she looped her arm through his.

“You did beautifully. Your father would be incredibly proud of you, Henry, so incredibly proud.”

The tears welled in her eyes before she kissed his cheekbone.

“I have only ever wanted to make him proud,” he admitted.

“He has been proud of you every single day since you were born. Every day.”

She turned her face away, and he knew it was to hide the tears that had rolled down her cheek. He pulled out his handkerchief and handed it to her, allowing her to dab at her eyes. Several moments passed in silence as he looked out the window at the passing snow-covered hills. After a minute or two, his mother cleared her throat.

“So, what is this I hear of a house guest?”

He smiled to himself, thinking of you, your smile, your tenaciousness, and stubbornness. Since his mother had been away in Sandvell on Queen duties, she’d been absent for the excitement from the last near two weeks. He explained it to her in the vaguest of terms and finished stating you would be remaining at the palace most likely for the duration of the month. He spoke it so flippantly that he hoped it sounded to her ears that it was not a big deal.

“Mm-hm. Well, I am pleased you are showing your charming side rather than your scrooge one.”

He gasped, then snapped his head to her to see her amused eyes dancing with laughter.

“I do not think it is right for a mother to call her son a scrooge.”

She did not look as if she regretted it at all. “It is right for a mother to let her son know how he is perceived or has been for the last seven months.”

“Mother, I do not mean to—I have tried--,” he sighed. “It has only been seven months since--.”

“I know darling, believe me, I know. One of the tragedies of our roles, we are expected to carry on as if we are not human. We are seen as figurines, and we must ever be pristine. The human emotion of grief cannot hold us bad. Oh, how I wish it were different.”

They sat quietly again for a few turns on the drive back to the palace.

“I assume you have taken the necessary precautions with our house guest?”

“Yes.”

“Have you spoken to her?”

“I have.”

“Was it my son the scrooge or my charming son who did the talking?”

He scoffed, then shook his head. “I am always charming.”

His mother giggled before she rested her head on his shoulder.

Once they reached the palace and walked inside, the staff swarmed his mother, giving her details for the preparations for the opening ball that was taking place within the coming days for the beginning of the festive month. It was the tradition for a ball to be thrown the first weekend of the month to usher in the month-long festivities. That also meant that many would come to the palace to stay and join in on the jam-packed month of celebration.

“Yes, Carolina, I know we have much to plan in a short amount of time.”

Carolina, his mother’s personal royal assistant, nodded her strawberry blonde head as she gripped the stack of papers and folders in her arms tighter.

“Welcome home, your majesty,” she began. “Shall we begin right away?”

His mother, now free of her coat and outside garments, shook her head. “No. Prepare the necessary details, and we will meet in the pink tea room in thirty minutes.”

“As you wish, your majesty,” Carolina replied with a head bow and curtsy.

“Oh, Carolina, for tonight’s supper, please tell the kitchen I am feeling quite festive and maybe a roast. I hear we have a house guest, and I would like to welcome her properly.”

“Mother, do you really think that I have been anything but absolutely hospitable?”

She smiled and looped her arm through his again as they began ascending the stairs.

“Of course, I am sure you instructed the staff to be hospitable and tend to her needs,” she clarified.

She knew him too well. If only she knew that he himself had been the most hospitable of all, he thought to himself. He reminisced on the last few days. He hadn’t been able to have dinner with you for the last five days because the closer the event got, the more work he had to do. You’d exchanged emails about his speech with you leaving notes on what he’d prepared or even giving him suggestions on where to carry other thoughts he’d begun. He liked all your additions and suggestions. It was your suggestion to bring up something personal about his father, especially since it was his passion project. He’d had every intention to disregard it, but in the end, he’d listened to you, and he still hadn’t regretted it.

Though you were maybe a six-minute distance from his own bedroom and under the same roof, he hadn’t physically seen you in those five days. He did get information from Dr. Alphonsi and even details from McArthur about how you looked, who had been to see you to extend his apologies for getting you into this predicament. McArthur was now your greatest fan. You hadn’t chastised him or belittled him for hitting you with the car. You said it wasn’t his fault, accepted his apology, and even thanked him because you would have probably had a health crisis sooner rather than later with your other ailments.

Everyone in the palace seemed to have grown to like you. When he saw Jemma, his sister, she often sang your praises and chattered on about something you or your sister had told her. It was easy to see that even she’d been captivated by you, just as he had.

“Were you listening to me?”

Shaking his head, he glanced at his mother with a raised brow. “I am sorry, mother. What were you saying?”

“What has got your head so far away? work?”

He sighed, shrugged, and looked forward, realizing they were in the hall leading to your bedroom.

“Where are you leading me, mother?”

“It is you who is leading me, son.”

He scoffed. Even his feet seemed to want to go to you. he made a swift left turn away from your hall.

“Mother, I have some work to attend to before supper tonight.”

“All right, do not work too hard. Supper is at seven…promptly, Henry.”

He smiled and kissed her cheek. “Promptly,” he repeated before continuing on his way.

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-Y/N-

“I am quite happy with your improvement, Xari.”

You smiled.

“I do feel a lot better today than I have in weeks.”

Dr. Alphonsi smiled and began closing his doctor bag.

“That is wonderful news. The direct infusion through IV usually does work better than capsules or any other treatments. You have been a sample patient. If only my other patients would give me this little trouble.”

You snorted, then shrugged. “What can I say? I’ve always been a teacher’s pet.”

Dr. Alphonsi smiled again before he walked around to the IV rod to disconnect you. You watched as he slowly removed the needle from your forearm, only flinching slightly. He pressed down on the puncture hole for a few moments then plastered a band-aid across your arm.

“There. So as our plan goes. A week IV, a week injections, then repeat,” Dr. Alphonsi reiterated.

“Sounds good.”

Dr. Alphonsi walked over to the stainless steel trey resting on the side table and placed the needle on it, then began taking the emptied IV bag off the pole. Once the items were arranged on the trey, he walked back over to his doctor’s bag.

“Any questions for me?”

You thought for a moment, then began. “Not really since I already know you’re going to say no traveling.”

“You are not a prisoner here, Xari. If you are feeling strong enough, you can go anywhere you choose. The palace has plenty of rooms that would interest you. When it comes to venturing outdoors, I would say be careful, pace yourself, and do not overexert. There have been many who thought they could walk a block only to find they could not make it more than fifteen meters.”

You nodded again.

“Would you like me to speak to the prince about assigning you a lady’s maid?”

“Oh my goodness, no. that is not at all necessary.”

“All right. Well, you have my telephone number if you need me, as does the staff. I have instructed someone to inform you every time you are to take an injection. I have a trained professional here at the palace who can administer it if you are not confident enough to do it yourself. If you feel confident, remember every six hours one vial. I’ve combined them to decrease the number of needle pricks.”

“Thank you very much, Dr. Alphonsi.”

He nodded, then prepared himself to leave. As he walked to the door, it opened, and in came Anika.

“Does she have a clean bill of health?”

“Cleaner, but we still have quite a way to go. Slow and steady, says the tortoise to the hare,” Dr. Alphonsi said before walking out of your room.

“Oooh, look who doesn’t have a pole attached to them anymore. How do you feel?”

You took a deep breath and thought about it for a moment, then smiled. “A lot better than a did.”

Anika smiled with you, then dropped on the bed beside you. “Does that mean you can finally leave this room and go exploring with me?”

“Nika.”

“Don’t Nika mean, you know you’re curious and want to look behind every door of this place.”

She had a point. You were curious. You’d been in a few palaces from around the world before, but you’d never been in a palace as a guest. At the thought of “guest,” you began to wonder if that was what you were. Patient yes, unexpected and unwanted temporary responsibility, maybe. The look Anika was giving you said she was impatiently waiting for a response.

“Ugggh, fine. Yes, let’s get our Dora on,” you said, slowly getting out of the bed.

A shower took you longer than usual, mostly in part because you couldn't help but marvel at your surroundings. There was marble and porcelain everywhere. The amount of luxury that surrounded you made your jaw dropped. You sampled everything, beginning with the twelve jets in the shower to the heated bidet. The shower even had a switch that you could change the water from fresh to sea saltwater. That part tripped you up because you didn’t know why anyone would want that. Even the sink had buttons you could use to change the water pressure.

By the time you’d showered and changed, an hour had passed.

“What’d you think of the sea salt option in the shower?”

You snorted, then busted out laughing. “Oh my god, I almost lost my shit. Did you try it?”

“You know I did. Then I immediately regretted it when I forgot and began really getting into crevices to wash and rinse. Ouch.”

That only made you laugh harder. The whole time Anika protested and pouted. When you stepped out of the room into the adjoining one, you felt like you saw it in a new light. The first or even second time you’d been in it, nothing registered. Now, you could appreciate the art on the wall, the décor, and color choices. It screamed elegance but also comfort.

“I asked around, and this particular room is called a sitting room. All of the bedrooms have one,” Anika informed.

“Yeah. When I went and toured Versailles, the sitting room was where visitors were entertained. Marie Antoinette loved to also have tea and cake there before turning in for bed,” you added as you walked around, touching different materials and snapping pictures from a few different angles. It was all super high class. You didn’t expect anything less.

You and Anika stepped into the hall, and your jaw dropped.

“Holy Shit!”

The people in the hall stopped what they were doing and looked back at you while Anika tried to stifle her laugh.

“Sorry, sorry. Please carry on.”

They slowly continued what they were doing while you and Anika made your getaway. The halls were gorgeous. The white and gold complemented each other so well you just knew that this was just the beginning. Then when you looked up to the ceiling at the Sistine Chapel worthy mural, you could hear a heavenly hymn in your ears.

“The Sistine Chapel could never,” you muttered while walking and snapping pictures.

It was so beautiful you almost didn’t want to move. Anika’s arm looped through yours was the directing force. She pulled you down the stairs that were on the same level of grandeur as the Russian opera house’s. The carpet that lined them was blue instead of the red that bathed other royal abodes. It even looked like it was silk. When the two of you finally descended the stairs to the main floor, you went down one of the halls on the right.

The first door you both walked into, Anika whistled loudly. “Well, fuck!”

It was the largest dining room you’d been inside in a long while. The table looked like it could seat at least seventy. As you walked around the room, you took pictures from different angles until you got to the window, then you gaped at what you saw.

“Wow.”

“Like a winter wonderland, right.”

“Have you gone out?”

“Heck no. You know me and winter don’t agree. There is a reason I live in Georgia.”

You shook your head and snapped two pictures before you walked off in search of more. Once you and Anika finished looking around the dining room, you walked into a large parlor with several places to sit. You wondered what the room was used for. Your imagination said it could have been where smoking parties happened, or maybe a lounge area before dinners. It honestly could be used to anything.

A library followed that you knew you could get lost in for days and days and lost you got. You touched titles you were familiar with and others you’d never heard of before, making a mental note to come back and have a closer look. The ones you couldn’t pass up, you took from the shelves and took with you. You didn’t know how long you spent in the library. It was hard to tell because you hadn't looked through the whole thing even with all the time you spent there.

Somehow, you found yourself pushing open intricate golden doors and walking into an ornate room filled with gold, marble, and that same blue carpet lining. From the ceilings hung low hanging crystal chandeliers and an even more awe-inspiring mural. At the end of the carpet, you saw a pair of thrones. Immediately you knew you’d happened upon the throne room. You walked the length of it, taking a picture every few steps. When you reached them, you stopped in front and stared.

You could imagine him sitting in the one on the right. You imagined him with perfect posture, a stern face, and tightly clenched jaws with the most regal of crowns. You wondered if this monarchy was as ostentatious as others. Maybe he usually held a scepter and golden orb while being draped with royal furs. At that thought, you imagined him sitting on that throne completely naked with nothing but the royal furs draped over his shoulders. It was a damn inviting vision, one you wouldn’t mind seeing.

A loud sound behind you made you spin around to find a cleaning crew. Quickly you walked back down the carpet and out the room apologizing for intruding. Once back in the hall, you spun around, unsure when you’d lost Anika. You called her name a few times, but there was no answer. It was then you regretted not bringing your cellphone. You walked a little further down the hall then made a left as the scent of flowers captured your attention.

When you stepped through glass French doors, you felt as if you’d walked into some country garden. The room was bathed in soft amber and purples, no doubt from the sunset. Thanks to the glass room, you were able to see peeks of its glory through the fluffy looking white snow resting on it. The more you walked around, the more the exterior contradicted the interior. You knew it being the dead of winter made it impossible for the sight before you. There were flowers of all different kinds. It was a sea of blues, reds, yellows, pinks, and even purples.

“Holy Shit!”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

You spun around, looking for the owner of the voice, but there was no one there.

“Uh--.”

You walked around cautiously.

“A few more steps.”

After three steps, you found a woman sitting at a table decked out with every piece of a tea set you could imagine, along with a few pastries.

“Found me.”

She looked up at you, then looked back down to your feet until she met your eyes again.

“Uh—hi,” said.

“Hello.”

The smile on her face was pleasant, and it matched the kindness in her blue eyes. They were eyes you felt like you’d seen before, only on someone else. Slowly it hit you who she could be.

“Oh my god, your majesty.”

You dropped down to your best curtesy, hoping it would distract her from your potty mouth. She softly chuckled.

“You are quite all right, dear. Stand up, please.”

You stood and tried not to give away that you were slightly unnerved.

“I’m sorry about the cursing. It’s a horrible habit and probably not—dignified,” you expressed.

She laughed again, then took a sip from her golden rose printed porcelain cup. It looked fancy and antique. “No need to apologize. Believe me; cursing is not the worst thing in the world. I have said quite a few in my day.”

You smiled, even though you found it hard to believe, especially with how prime and proper she looked sitting there.

“I have to know, though. How did you know who I was?”

“Um—your eyes.”

She looked even more curious. “My eyes?”

You swallowed and avoided her gaze. “They’re—they’re the same as Henry’s—eh-em, I mean his highness.”

The way she looked at you made you slightly uncomfortable. She looked like she was assessing you. Before she could speak, another woman walked into the room, one with strawberry blonde hair.

“Your majesty,” she began stopping instantly when she saw you.

You cleared your throat and turned to walk away. “I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No intrusion. Carolina, I think that will be all for today. I would like to finish my tea and possibly get to know our new houseguest.”

“As you wish, your majesty.” She curtsied then walked back out of the room, leaving you alone once again.

“Please, have a seat,” the queen said.

Before you sat, you actually thought to dart out of the room but quickly changed your mind. When you sat down across from her, you took note of the open binders and folders sprawled out on the table. Out of nowhere, someone walked into the solarium, took up the matching teapot, and poured it into a new teacup to your right.

“Will there be anything else, your majesty?”

“Thank you, Edie.”

The woman walked back out of the room, and it got silent for a few moments.

“Please, have some. It is a Darjeeling blend that is grown right here in Brexendor. I drink at least a cup a day. I promise you it is delicious.”

She took another sip, but she didn’t look at all worried that you wouldn’t sample it. You placed the books on top of the table and took up the teacup instead, and sipped. Lavender, mint, honey, and rose filled your mouth. A moan escaped you.

“Good, right.”

Nodding, you took another mouthful.

“How are you?”

After swallowing, you placed the cup down. “I am feeling a lot better, your majesty.”

“Please, every time I am called that, it makes it impossible to forget. Call me, Cecelia, please.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, and it must have shown because she smiled then giggled.

“O—kay.”

“I promise. I am not trying to trick you in any way. I just want you to be comfortable. I can imagine what it feels like to come here and be surrounded by all of this. It is—overwhelming…intimidating even. I just want to make your time here peaceful and enjoyable.”

She didn’t look like she was lying or trying to cover something. She came off as genuinely kind, like she truly meant what she said.

“Thank you, your—Ce—Ms. Cecelia.”

She smiled, then nodded. “Alright. I understand.”

“I’m Xari.”

“A beautiful name. It is wonderful to meet you, dear. I do hope your stay has been a good one so far.”

“Yes, yes, everyone has been nothing but kind and hospitable. I appreciate your kindness,” you expressed.

Cecelia nodded and took another sip from her cup. Her eyes landed on something on the table.

“Of Vice and Virtue and Clandestine. Two wonderful selections.”

“I hope it’s alright. I took them. I promise I will put them back,” you began.

Cecelia reached her hand out and placed it on top of yours. “Xari, I could not care less if you kept them. You are free to anything in the palace.”

You slowly nodded and took another sip of tea. As you did, the photos on the table caught your eye. They were of a decorated room. It looked like a mock-up of a ballroom of some sort. The colors of the flowers were orange, and they didn’t look like they belonged with the pastel green that surrounded them.

“This color scheme is all wrong. You shouldn’t pair orange and green. You have to pick one or the other. I’d recommend the green; it’s very pretty.”

She looked curious, most likely wondering who the hell you were to say half of what you did.

“Are you a decorator?”

“Not officially. I took some classes, got some certificates in event planning and interior design,” you admitted.

“Oh, so you design for a living.”

“No, no. It—I am a travel photographer and blogger. It’s not what I planned, but I fell into it. Event planning and design are more of hobbies.”

“Well, this might just be serendipitous. I am in the middle of planning the ball for the opening of the festivities,” Cecelia began adjusting herself in her seat. “I just got back in Brexendor, and the trip was longer than I anticipated. That means I have two days to put together our annual ball that is supposed to open Brexenavid. That is our month-long celebration of what every Brexdorian prides themselves on—our holiday time.”

“What exactly is Brexenavid?”

“It is our month-long holiday celebration that we go all out for. There are tens of events, sometimes games, balls, dinners, and dignitaries within Brexendor and our neighboring countries who will begin arriving to stay with us here,” Cecelia explained.

You were impressed. It all sounded like a lot of work.

“And you’re the one to plan all of it?”

“Yes. That is my role as the matriarchal head of the royal family. It is one of my many roles.”

You released a breath, then finished your cup of tea. Before you spoke, you poured another.

“So tell me, if you were planning this, how would it look?”

You took a few moments to sip your tea and think about how you would do it. Closing your eyes, you tried to visualize the space, but you’d seen so many spaces that you couldn’t really picture it.

“Where will it be? What room? Can you describe it to me?”

Cecelia smiled, then stood. “I can do better. Let me show you.”

Cecelia walked out of the room, leaving you to hurry behind her. she led you through the hall you’d just walked down until you went down another hall you hadn’t before. About a minute later, you followed her into a large ballroom that looked like it belonged in Versailles. The walls dripped gold, and the ceiling housed so many chandeliers you didn’t bother to count past five.

“Wow. What a room.”

“One of my favorites. It is the usual one I use. What do you think?”

“Nice room. I would say with the amount of light that comes in and the views; I’d play that up. since it is December and I’ve seen several of your streets, Christmas is huge here.”

“If you only knew,” Cecelia confirmed.

“Then play it up. Christmas trees, poinsettias, tree lights, tinsel, everything that everyone loves about Christmas. Give your guests what they really love about this country, the beauty, the splendor,” you suggested.

She looked around the room as if she were trying to picture it. “I like it.”

Her smile was bright. “I more than like it. I love it. Carolina thought floral.”

“Floral isn’t a bad idea. You can add some in. Roses are subtle, lilies, even Dahlias, and Tulips.”

Cecelia approached you and took your hand. “I love your ideas, Xari. I have one of my own. How would you feel about taking point on this? I know you are still recovering, but you would have every staff member at your disposal. You would not be doing too much. You give the design orders, and everyone else will execute it.”

You were speechless and couldn’t believe the queen had just asked you to deck out her palace for a ball. “Obviously, you do not have to if you do not want to.”

“Do what?”

Henry’s voice brought your attention to him. he wore a simple white button-down shirt and grey dress pants. While it wasn’t as formal, he still looked put together.

“I have just asked Xari if she would put together the ball.”

“Mother. She is supposed to be resting and recuperating. Dr. Alphonsi has left very strict orders, and work was on the list of prohibited actions.”

His mother looped her arm with his with a smile. “Oh, darling, I am not talking about manual labor. She has quite an eye for design and event planning. I thought it would be fun.”

“Mother--,” Henry began again.

“Plus, what are you doing here?”

“You said supper was promptly at seven.”

“Heavens, is it seven already? All right, Xari, you do not have to answer right away. You can take the night to think about it. we should all go to supper.”

“Uh—I’ll go back to my room,” you began.

“Nonsense, looking at you, you are well enough to dine with the rest of us. Come,” Cecelia pressed as she released Henry to loop her other arm with yours and led you closer to her son.

Henry smirked, and when he realized he was in the middle, he softly scoffed and held out his arm for you. Your eyes locked for a few seconds, and you picked up a hint of amusement behind his blue orbs. You slowly looped your arm through his, allowing him to led the two of you out of the ballroom and down the long hall.

As you walked, his mother chattered on about something that you paid no mind to. All you could focus on was the smell of Henry’s cologne and his towering presence beside you. Your hand rested on his forearm, and the heat radiating off of him tempted you to flex your fingers against him. The minute your fingers moved, you felt his bicep tense. It was an action that brought your eyes to him. You lost your breath when you found his were already on you. Goodness, you thought to yourself, slowly trailing your eyes over the details of his face until they landed on his lips.

“Eh-em.”

Snapping your head forward, you saw that you’d arrived in the dining room. You pulled your arm free and walked away from Henry flashing them out, trying to cool them from his heat and gain some control over your wayward thoughts. This dining room was a different one from before. It looked more intimate.

“This is the dining room we prefer to eat in as a family,” Cecelia explained the closer you got to the table.

Taking your place beside Anika, Henry took his at the head of the table while his mother across from you beside a beaming Jemma. Once everyone was seated, the staff walked in carrying trays of food toward you. Once yours was put down, the silver cover was taken off to reveal a pot roast of some kind.

“I hope you are not a vegetarian,” Cecelia began.

“Oh no, my sister and I love all kinds of meat, Anika blurted out, making you give her a harsh eye.

“Wonderful. Please, dig in.”

Dinner went on uneventfully. Jemma talked about her plans to include a local orphanage in the planned festivities for the month. Everyone seemed to think it was an excellent idea. Then the conversation turned to Anika as the Queen tried to get to know her better. The only ones who remained relatively quiet were you and Henry. Every so often, your eyes met and lingered. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the words never manifested. That was when your eyes drifted to some part of him, either it was his lips, or his hands, or even those sprigs of black hair that teased the bounty that laid under his shirt just waiting to be played with.

By the time dinner was finished, and after dinner, coffee and tea were served, things had moved to one of the sitting rooms you’d walked through earlier in the day. After your first cup of chamomile and lavender tea, the queen said her goodnights and left you, Anika, and Jemma to your own devices. It allowed you to crack open one of the books you’d picked earlier. By the time you finished your second cup of tea, exhaustion had caught up with you. When you looked up, it was just you and Henry sitting there. Once again, Anika had disappeared, this time taking Jemma with her.

His nose was buried in a book. Before you could admire the view of him sitting there with one leg crossed over the other, his eyes drifted to you; then he lowered his book to reveal a soft smile. Neither of you spoke. It was a comfortable silence that didn’t need to be filled with words. A yawn sprang from you, making him snort.

“This can’t be regular chamomile or lavender.”

“You are probably right. I do know it is farmed straight from the field and brought here,” he answered.

“Wow, so literally from the earth to your stomach.”

Henry smiled again.

“I um—I think I should probably turn in,” you said.

Henry placed his book aside, then stood. “Allow me to walk you back to your room.”

“Thank you, your highness.”

He smiled, came closer, and held his arm out to you.

“Are you always such a gentleman?”

“I try to be. It is what I was raised to be,” he replied.

“So—always. There isn’t a time of day where you say fuck it and let it all fall away?”

He smiled and stepped a little closer. It was as close as he was the first night in the bar before you parted ways. His eyes bore into you from his towering height, and you decided you wanted to see what he would do.

“There is about an hour in the morning when I first wake. No one has come in to give me news or updates. It is quiet, and my mind is clear. Then there are those few minutes at night before I fall asleep where I can let everything fall off me. In those two moments—I—I feel like myself.”

There was a pained look in his eyes that you wanted to know more about.

“And what does it feel like to be yourself?”

Henry gave you a melancholy smile. “Lonely.”

A full minute passed then Henry held out his arm again. “Shall we?”

You looped your arm and let him lead the way out of the sitting room, down the long corridor, and up the grand steps. The walk was quiet, but you didn’t feel weird being close to him like this. It felt normal. Halfway to your room, Henry spoke.

“My father told me before he died, the more people that want a piece of you, the less you have for yourself and the lonelier it is at the top.”

“Sounds like the words of a wise man.”

“He was very wise.”

Silence. You’d heard the sadness in his voice the first time he mentioned his father.

“Do you miss him?”

“Every single second of every single day,” Henry answered.

As you turned down the hall that would lead to your room, the silence returned.

“Your speech was amazing.”

“You’re saying that because you helped write it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “It doesn’t matter who helped write it. Words are nothing without the conviction to back them up. You made the speech.”

You could feel his eyes on you, so you met them right before you stopped in front of your door.

“Thank you,” he whispered. He then took a step to you, closing the wide gap between you.

“Do you usually have to approve the plans for big events?”

His crinkled brow said he was confused. “I guess it depends. Why?”

“Well, since you are so busy being his highness and all, the only way we’d ever see each other the next few days would be for me to accept your mother’s offer and plan this ball seeing how his highness would get the final say-so on all plans. Right?”

Henry slowly began smiling then he licked his lips. “That sounds about right, but that would mean one thing and one thing only.”

You leaned against your door and smiled innocently. “And what’s that?”

“That you want to see me almost as much as I want to see you.”

Your heart pounded faster and faster. “Almost as much?”

Henry rested his arm on the door jamb, sort of boxing you in. “You have to know, Xari.”

“Know what, your highness?”

“Henry,” he whispered quite breathlessly as he stared into your eyes.

The tension between you was palpable. It felt like any second one or both of you were going to do something that neither of you could take back. The loud crack of thunder boomed outside, bringing you both to realize your surroundings. Henry cleared his throat and took two steps back.

“Good night, Xari. I look forward to seeing those plans at every decision,” he said with a stern face and plenty of humor in his eyes.

“Your highness.”

He sighed, then walked back down the hall, leaving you to admire the sway of his hips and the plump but firm state of his ass. God help you, you thought to yourself before you stepped back into your room. You’d never been good at fighting off temptation. You liked to put up a fight but eventually, you always gave in.

You knew that it was only a matter of time before you did just that.

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Quarantine (Baekhyun x you; domestic fluff)

I love Domestic Baekhyun and here is more of it

ENJOY! PS. stay happy in quarantine okay, things will get better. We’re all in this together. 💖

You want to go home. You miss the busy street from your home town, you miss your mother's cooking, you miss your cats, and mostly you just miss the feeling of being home. COVID-19 has messed up all of your plans, you're supposed to be at home now with your mother and father, sitting down as you tell them stories from the secret life of dating the young prince of King of KPOP, EXO Baekhyun and right now in a project with SuperM too, The Avengers of KPOP. You bend to turn off the vacuum robot circling the big room. Baekhyun and you have been sharing the roof and sheets after two years of relationship. You were just a student, transferring to Korea and taking some job in one of the uprising firm consultation group. You were supposed to go back after graduating, but the pandemic made it impossible for you to fly back safe. Your parents knew about your relationship with Baekhyun, even your mother is secretly tuning in to UN Village and carefully tries to remember EXO and SuperM. You met Baekhyun not in office, but from a colleague of yours. He invited you to his lunch birthday party only to sit face to face with the man who gives you energies when doing endless home work and quiz. He was Baekhyun, the Baekhyun of EXO, whose songs were on repeat every time you study, the same group where you spent all of your money to. You remember how his friend introduced you that Baekhyun is his best friend, and to your surprise, Baekhyun was so easy to talk to. By the last scoop of ice cream and cake you both have, he already got your number. The next day and night flew by so fast. With small greetings and good night texts, you got closer to him. In six month, he brought you over to his favorite café, handed you a fresh bouquet of roses, and asked the oh so surprising statement. You were so surprised that night, but you made sure to nod your head. With that and one hug, you were now his official girl friend.

Baekhyun made sure you were comfortable with the relationship. He did not tell anyone first, so that you won't be overwhelmed. When you asked why he didn't tell his friends about this, he simply said "Having a relationship is not something I boast around about. I keep my personal life secret. When it is the time, I will make sure to tell everyone. Just be patient okay." You trust him, with all your heart. You cannot hate him, not even when you're annoyed by his eating habit. He kept his promise, after one year of dating you and feeling even more comfortable with you and the relationship; he introduced you to the band. Xiumin, Kyungsoo, and Suho were already away when Baekhyun introduced you to them. You knew Kai even better after visiting them onset for SuperM's comeback. You can keep up with the dating life, because at morning both of you are busy with works, and at night Baekhyun always come back home. With EXO doing sub-unit works, he didn't really stay together. He has his manager to drive him to work and back home. You always make sure to finish your work before going home, so that when you're in his apartment, you can just sit and relax with him. Baekhyun likes to play games, and so are you. The two of you can just sit in his special game room and spend the night screaming into microphone while frantically pressing keyboard and mouse. For your second anniversary, he bought you a gaming set and that was the sweetest thing you did not expect from Baekhyun. However since quarantine, you've been taking your work from home (his home) and he still have to go to the studio to train and record, but other than that he cannot go anywhere. It was fun to see Baekhyun having his comeback and doing a V-live from his bed room. Little did the fans knew, someone else was cooking the food he ate, and his girl is laughing on the living room seeing how Baekhyun still try his best to entertain the fans although situation is challenging. You teased him after he finished his V-live. "Told you, you cannot finish all of it. It's a lot and I know your portion honey." Baekhyun chuckled from his half sleeping state, "I slept a bit." You snickered, "Yeah I saw everything. I even left comments too but did you catch mine?" He yawned, "Too much to see, I mean you can always tell me what's in your mind, so it's their time to share. Thanks for understanding." You cleaned up his plates, "Ah yeah, I get it. Do your job bae, make sure the fans are happy to see you again. This time of life is challenging, so I want you to be their mental and moral support." You understand their feelings, you are one of them, just a lucky one who can win his heart. "Thanks for always understanding. Hey what time is it now in your parent's?" You glanced to the watch, "Night I guess, why?" Baekhyun shrugged, "Ah you missed your time to call them to see my live?" You grinned and giggled, "They will understand, I can call tomorrow." Baekhyun pulled you into his hug, "Okay then, we go to bed now it's late." You pushed him away, "Let me put your plates away. I save my works and we sleep." Baekhyun gave you his cheeky smile, "I love you." "Yeah say that whenever I want to wash your dishes. Smart move eh?" The next quarantine was even funnier with SuperM and his Mtopia series. Watching Mtopia with Baekhyun was even better since he explained things that happened. You also shed tears watching his short drama and you praised him for his acting skills. You remembered seeing Baekyun blushed when you pretended to re-enact the scene. "You know, I am a bit thankful to the flight ban." he said one day when you and him were sitting on the sofa, watching the sun sets. You quirked an eyebrow, pulling your body to sit straight, "What?" He pulled you back into his embrace, "Because you can stay here, and I am happier with you in this challenging time." You smiled, "Well, I am also quite happy to have you here and I like staying here. Would be even better if we have Mongryeong and not a Roomba." Baekhyun laughed at your remark "Well, I can't take Mongryeong here to disturb your work, but a Roomba is enough right for now?" You slapped his arm playfully, "Well at least I don't have to sweep the floor." You made him laugh, "Now that shows how we are even made for each other. We have the same humor. Dry ones." "We just got another level of humor honey." you taunted at him and bend to turn off the Roomba. "If you really like the Roomba that much, I can get you another 10 of those." You deadpanned look at him, "Really? Eleven cleaning robots? No thanks. I'd rather buy your albums or book a flight with you to my parents." "Becaue you know Baekhyun, you're like a high test score..." you looked into his eyes with adoration. "Why?" "Coz I want to take you home and show you to my mother." you stifled a laugh and he burst out laughing too. "She saw me frequently from TV and video calls!" "Yeah but it's unfair how your mother have seen me but my mother hasn't seen you for real." you pinched his cheeks. His crisp laugh erupted, "Who taught you those cheesy pick up lines?" "Running a blog of incorrect SuperM made me research a lot of pick up lines.. cheesy ones, and I am keeping the one I like." "You run a blog?!" Your eyes pop open, "Uh-oh... wrong information.." You escaped from his hug and stood up to run away before he can ask you anything else "Hey why you never tell me anything!" He rose from his seat. "No pretend I said nothing! It's too much information." "Come back here! I want to support you!" "No Baek, I am shy!" you pocket your phone and run away from his chase. The house is big, big enough for two adults to run around and play chase. "I won't let you live if you make me anything weird in the posts." "Uh-oh I am in trouble."

“Stop, okay okay I will tell you! Just stop and stay away okay.” You said between your breaths and he stopped finally. You quickly run away from him once again, this time locking yourself inside the room so he cannot reach you.

“I swear you tricky little peach!” Baekhyun banged on the door when he realized you’ve tricked him and locked him out.

You quickly logged out your tumblr and after some time, reopened the door for Baekhyun.

“What?” you hold your laugh back, there’s no way he will be calm when he sees your post.

“Let’s keep it a secret okay Baekhyun. You heard nothing!” you kissed him quick and he gave up.

“I’ll discover it one day!” his mischievous smile is back on his cute face.

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#baekhyun x you #baekhyun x oc #baekhyun x reader #baekhyun domestic fluff #baekhyun fluff #baekhyun imagine #imagine bae #imagine baekhyun #exo imagine #superm imagines #exo fluff #superm fluff #super m fluff #super m imagines #super m fanfic

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keeperoftinyarmy · 4 years ago

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it is fanservic ebecause they don't act like friends at all, they act like more since september they haven't stopped cuddling and all, I don't forget the bd live and how v was hugging him, while jm was shut up and in a corner, it's fanservice becaus ehe seems to spend his free time with jm to then go into v's arms at work, v is over flirty too with jk, I don't understand either of them, but certainly the jk of last year seems disappeared

This sounds like another fan fiction plot. We don’t have nearly enough information about their personal lives to know what motivates their actions and how they spend their time after work.

We do have enough evidence to know that Taehyung is a cuddler, and he’s equal opportunity. Why the focus on him with jungkook?

#kota asks

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gallavictorious · 4 years ago

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I love your insights so I thought I would ask about lip and his terrible plan to avoid getting caught with the stolen goods. I don’t see how he gets out of this and he dug himself even deeper this past episode. I thought the bikes were dumped by Kev in 11x7 and now he has to keep brad from talking. And Tami almost encouraging him to continue with this massive problem. Thank god Mickey isn’t yet aware of what’s going on yet (I guess he knows the cops are involved). Mickey would actually be able to handle this with a better plan if he knew the extent of what is going on.

Hiya, nonnie! I love the compliment, though in all honesty I'm not sure how much insight I can offer on this. But let's see, shall we?

Disclaimer: I love to speculate and entertain a thousand possibilities and have a lot of opinions about how I'd like for things to go down, but as for actual predictions about what will happen... I'm often a bit useless, I'm afraid. Mostly there's too many variables for me to feel comfortable making any definitive statments, and at the end of the day I prefer not to get too attached to any one theory anyway. So unless I have some properly hard data to build my case on, it's all fanciful sandcastles, yeah? Don't take anything too seriously.

That said and while I'm not sure how Lip gets out of this mess, I'm pretty damned sure he does get out of it. Don't really see them sending him to prison in the last few episodes of the series, you know? It's possible Brad ends up taking the fall one way or another – he's a character the show might be willing to sacrifiece for some real consequences, but to be honest I deem it unlikely. One way or another, they'll squirm their way out of this!

As for the police inquiry, it doesn't even have to be all that hard (especially if the show doesn't want it to be). Yes, Lip and Brad are the very obvious suspects, but without any proof of them breaking in (and we know they took the security camera) and without any of the stolen goods tied to them (the bikes have been dumped, and the remaining boxes hidden in Tami's dad's basement) the cops haven't really got shit on them. Unless the police finds something else or one of our amateur robbers crack under interrogation, they're likely to walk.

But that's the rub, eh? Brad will obviously crack, and he can't stay cuffed to Tami's car and avoid questioning forever. What to do, what to do? Well, allow me to suggest several more or less likely possibilities:

1. They pump Brad full of some likely drug that will keep him calm during the interview. This is a risky and pretty stupid idea, since drugs are generally more likely to make you open up than to allow you to lie convincingly, but what was robbing Born Free if not risky and pretty stupid? Also, could lead to Brad falling off the wagon and there can be Drama and Guilt and What-not.

2. Do the cops know what Brad looks like exactly? They haven't met him yet. Can they send someone else in to do interview in his stead (maybe with a very convincing fake ID, provided by one of Mickey's contacts, if identification is required when you show up to tell the police you're there to answer a few questions)? This seems a kind of Shameless way of dealing with things.

3. They convince Frank that he did it, and then allow his conviction of guilt to lead him into suspicious behavior as he tries to deflect blame which in turn makes the police think it was him that did it. That's a very cold use of Frank's dementia, but Lip might reason that he's likely to be let off on account of his illnes – or taken into care, which would arguably be a win for everyone! And Lip's been a bit of an asshole this whole season, I wouldn't necessarily put it past him.

4. For one reason or another the cops decide to drop this lead before they have time to interview Brad, and he gets a message that he doesn't need to come in. Why would the cops ever do that? Well, maybe both the investigators we met in 11x07 catch old 'rona and since they're understaffed there's no one to take over a simple break-in. Maybe there's another bigger crime happening and they're needed for that becaue they have Special Skills and – again – this case isn't top priority when they're low on officers! Or maybe someone else confesses to the crime because of... reasons?

Listen, if the show wants the allegations to go away, they'll go away. Whether or not we'll find it believeable is another question, but as mentioned, I think there's a pretty good case for the case realistically not holding up as long as Brad doesn't get a chance to confess. (Not saying my ideas for keeping Brad from talking are realistic, mind you... )

The thing is, though, Lip and Brad's troubles aren't over just because they shake the cops. We know, from the 11x09 promo and the episode description, that the new owners of Born Free are in the mob. They won't be concerned about actual evidence; if they think Lip and Brad did the deed, they'll come for their pound of flesh. Returning to the cops dropping the case – what if the owners (after getting new instructions from their mobbish overlords) get in touch with the police to say ”whoops, our mistake, we found the bikes, all's good here officer, no crime to report” because they'd rather deal with the situations themselves? I could see it. If forced to pick an idea I'd personally think makes the most sense, this would probably be it (which isn't the same as me thinking this is what will actually happen).

(Maaaaybe Layla's cop is very and understandably annoyed by Lip's general assholery and accidentally on purpose mentions to the owners – whose connections are not unknown to the police – that they do have a pretty good idea who did it, but no real evidence, so sorry, not much we can do here really, I guess true justice will never be served, unless... I'm rather fond of this notion, even though I don't find it very plausible. But maybe she can at least break the news of the case being dropped to Lip and Brad and she's really smug about it and they don't get why until they do get why? I don't know why, but apparently I'm a bit invested in her getting to be mean to Lip.)

As for Mickey... I can see him staying out of the whole thing, because while Brad and Lip are obvious suspects, he is not so there's a good chance he won't implicated. What with the emotinal and practical aftermat of Terry's death, he might be too focused on his own shit to pay much attention to Lip and Brad's, and they might hesitate to drag him into it. On the other hand, maybe not – maybe he gets involved and this whole thing is somehow connected to him headbutting Lip in 11x10.

All right, nonnie, I don't know how that was for insight, but I'm fairly confident Lip will get out of this just fine in the end. ;) Thann you for the ask - I had lots of fun thinking about this!

#so many words on something i know so little about #that's the thing when basically everything is possible though #lip gallagher #brad young #is his last name young? okay #11x09 #11x10 #shameless spoilers #shameless speculation #asks

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depressedkakashihatake · 5 years ago

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top 5 kakagai scenes

I got this last night too and i've honestly been thinking really hard on the answer. I promise i was going to answer there are just so many good scenes XD

Look at these dorks. Look at them. Poor Mirai has to deal woth tjis extra af duo and i feel so bad for her XD

Gai out here walking on his hands and Kakashi's just like 'oh, the chair is free. May as well use it' because they're both ridiculous

The entire race scene itself is perfection and cements their friendship and entire relationship in our minds for good. We can never forget how much these two mean to each other after this scene, and we can never pretend Kakashi doesn't hold gai as important and special to him.

It's goofy and witty and just so much fun and then turns around and ends so emotionally and sweet. It gives us everything.

Kakashi slowly realizing how strong gai has gotten and how all of this rivally has helped to create two amazing shinnobi (even if kakashi doesn't think he has grown from it, he did. A lot) i love the entire concept of their rivalry becaus eits diffrent from others. Naruto views sauske as a rival in every way. For fighting, for girls. Sure he became friends with him, but when they were rivals it was pure and the hatred was definitly there.

With kakashi and gai the rivaly was never about hating each other. Gai quiet litterally adored Kakashi and wanted to be strong like him, and picked up the rivaly in the hopes of getting stronger like Kakashi. Their rivaly is based off of affection and friendship. Even when kakashi is at his lowest or most pig headed, he still finds some kindness for gai. Even when he doesn't want to fight gai for him to actually insult gai isn't that common, but instead he just says "no" because he's honestly not interested

And then as they grow the rivalry because important to both of them and the friendship they have grows around it, never haulting or affecting their rivaly because they grow up knowing they can be bffs and rivals

The meeting scene because it immidiatly shows how enthusiastic gai is, and that while kakashi can come off as cold and hurtful he's not intentionally trying to be. He's not looking down on gai when he informs his father that gai didn't make it into the acadamy, to him its just a fact and his father is being rude not knowing it and congradulating the kid when he knows gai's pride is probably wounded af.

Also it's a great introduction scene to their dads. These two men vastly diffrent in their skill sets and reputation, who at the end of the day want the same thing. Their son's happieness.

It's all around a really cute scene and it's one that really makes me think kakashi struggles with emotions and understanding people. He's not trying to be mean, but he comes off as mean because he's also not being super sympathetic and apologetic for his fathers mistake.

Kakashi shows here that even though he himself is not the kindest person, he won't put up with needless bullying. These are two chunin bullying a tiny acadamy kid and insulting a genin, and Kakashi won't stand for it. He may not like gai at this exact moment (and he does scold him for not standing up for himself and his father) but at the end of the day he makes his stance clear. Bullys are not alright woth him and he will deal woth such people swiftly and effectively.

I think its an important moment for their friendship because even though kakashi does scold him, gai has just seen him stand up to these two douch bags and knows that Kakashi is at least somewhere deep down a kind enough person to be better than others. To not look down on people for their lack of skill, but rather for their personality. And it's pretty awsome cuz kakashi has been raised with a father who obviously tries to teach him to be kind and recognize hidden skill, but he was also raised in a village that praised him and called him genius and acted like he was better than others because he happened to be naturally gifted

And it definitly goes to his head a bit (he's 6 i don't really blame him) but at the end of the day he takes all he has learned and decides to be a protector instead of a bully and i think its the moment gai really realizes that they could be friends and rivals.

Honourable mention

Look they're so close that their blankets are litterally ober lapping and their sleeping back to back because they've gotten used to protecting each other that way and just...

This scene gives me so much life. I adore it.

At this point not only has kakashi choicen gai as his right hand man sheerly becaus ehe trusts gai the most, he has dropped everything to go help gai because he got an sos turtle and he's not actually judging gai for calling it out just because he was sick. He was worried and now he knows gai is safe and he can continue with his own work moving forward

But he had to know himself. He didn't send anyone else, the turtle didn't go to anyone else. It went to kakashi and he went to gai immidiatly. It shows just how much kakahsi does care even if he does embaress gai or act less enthusiastic about their friendship. It shows how important gai is to him

#kakashi hatake #might gai #kakagai

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ithinkilikeit-reactions · 6 years ago

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Seventeen “S/O is a super flirty person and unintentionally flirts with other people”

Ask: Seventeen and Day6 reaction to their s/o being a super flirty person and unintentionally flirts with other people

S.Coups/Seungcheol:

He was so flustered seeing you unknowingly flirt with the waiter. It was a young guy, doing his job and he obviously didn’t mind it. But Seungcheol did and you didn’t notice. You were always like this and he could put up with it enough, but he got fed up too. He just didn’t mention it.

Once the waiter left, Seungcheol looked at you and grabbed your hand. “I know you don’t really do it on purpose, but can you please watcht the flirting a little?”

Jeonghan:

Jeonghan was pretty passive in this situation. It wasn’t the first time, it wouldn’t be the last and he knew you only had eyes for him. It was a part of your personality and he was accepting.

If anything he did the same thing, he came across flirty towards others even though he wasn’t trying, it was a part of his charm. As long as you both didn’t act on it, everything was okay.

Joshua/Jisoo:

Joshua absolutely hates it when you flirt, unintentional or not. He himself tends to flirt as well, but only with you. He wishes you would be the same, to keep it special so it tends to spark up some arguments.

Well arguments, more like silent treatments. Joshua can’t stay mad at you long he just wishes you would stop.

Jun/Junhui:

Jun is definitely the type to get jealous, maybe a little petty. Seeingyou flirt with others brings the petty flirt out of him and he’d do the same, to teach you a lesson. Only in the hopes that you’d see how it feels and maybe learn to stop.

But he would never ever take it too far, becaus ehe knows you flirt unknowingly.

Hoshi/Soonyoung:

It would be something he could laugh about with you, the first few times. Then it would start making him slightly insecure. Why are you constantly flirting? Are you doing it on purpose? Is there something wrong with him? These are just a few things going through his mind.

If you flirt alot remember to reassure this baby that he’s the only one for you.

Wonwoo:

Wonwoo is very good at acting unbothered even though he is bothered by something. So you need to look out for this. He doesn’t like it when you flirt with others but he knows it’s part of your personality so he feels he can’t get mad.

So he’s in a constant battle with himself whether he shoudl bring it up or not.

Woozi/Jihoon:

Jihoon gets visibly upset when you flirt with others. Well not necessarily upset but irritated, he becomes short and snippy with you and kind of freezes you out until you apologize. This would only happen of course if you didn’t start watching your actions after he confronts you about it the first time.

Dokyeom/Seokmin:

A lot like Soonyoung. He can joke around about it and smile about it a lot but in the end it’s all to mask the insecurity he feels when you do this. Seokmin doesn’t even get mad, he just gets sad and you can definitely tell. When Seokmin get’s sad it’s like kicking a puppy.

Mingyu:

Mingyu gets jealous. Not they type of jealous that makes him slam you against a wall in passion. But the type of jealous where he constantly asks for your attention and compliments. He will everntually breakdown and have to talk to you about and ask you to stop because his heart can’t take it.

The8/Minghao:

This man 10/10 will get salty. Don’t expect anything more or less. If you have been dating for a while he will definitely roast you to no end. Especially if you too have been dating for a while he will be ruthless when it comes to shading you. But he doesn’t really get hurt or upset, he just likes teasing you about it.

Seungkwan:

King of being offended. He definitely will be looking at you with a scowl while you flirt. He can’t stand it in all honestly. Seungkwan won’t ice you out but he will shade you and then you’d have to sit him down and talk to him about what’s bothering him. Only then you two will figure out a sollution.

Vernon/Hansol:

Vernon would be too shy to mention anything the first few times. He would absolutely hate it, but he wouldn’t know how to go about it. He would become a bit withdrawn and prays too god that you notice it. He knows you won’t act on it but he still needs reassurance.

Dino/Chan:

Totally the type to get kinda upset with the person you are flirting with. Even though it isn’t the poor suckers fault, Chan will get salty about it. But he doesn’t want to get upset with you that’s why he pushes it off onto the people you flirt with.

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draw-you-coward · 6 years ago

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ao3

“Ikael,” Hien says, just before Ikael is about to head back to Ul’dah. “A moment of your time, if you would graciously grant me it?”

His voice is deep and grave even if his face is creased apologetically, as if he feels ill about delaying Ikael, but the matter he wishes to discuss is too important to put off for overlong. Ikael turns, one hand still held up to his linkpearl, and raises a finger.

Hien’s mouth opens in a silent “Ah.” He bows, stepping back a yalm.

“I am sure you can hold off for a day or two.” Ikael continues his conversation. “I—No, Cecily, don’t ‘but, Captain,’ me. It is dangerous out there still, and I don’t want any of you getting hurt.”

He glances idly at Hien, who crosses his arms and nods. Ikael hums at Cecily’s staticky response in his ear.

“Yes,” he says. He frowns. “No. You know what? Tell him I’ll be there in the morning, alright? I’ll make everyone a big breakfast. Make up for it.”

His face hardens somewhat. “If I haven’t already made it clear: No, and that’s an order.” He toes at the ground. “Alright… Yes. I-I… am sorry for yelling. Okay. Goodnight, Cecily.”

He switches his linkpearl off with a sigh. It is tempting to simply disconnect it and toss it somewhere for the night, but with all that is going on, he does not want to risk being off call.

“An order, eh?” Hien’s eyes, he feels, would have a humorous twinkle in them were they in any other circumstance. But the only indication Ikael has that he is being teased is the lilt his voice. “You are in a position to give those, then, Captain Jelaar?”

“Ugh.” Ikael rolls his eyes playfully, but smiles. He walks closer to Hien so they can speak. “Don’t ever call me that—Raubahn doing it to bully me is bad enough! Unless you want to be Shun’d in front of the entire Alliance.”

“Noted.” Hien winks, and Ikael bites the inside of his cheek.

“So what did you wish to discuss?” he asks. A part of him idly—and cheekily—wonders if Hien has a more… personal request. But he dismisses the thought, as entertaining as it would be. Hien seems serious. It makes a sapling of worry sprout in Ikael’s chest, to be frank; he hopes he is not going to be the receptor of any more ill news.

“It is a…” Hien glances down for a fraction of a second, then back to Ikael, holding his head high. “… personal matter, actually. Might we speak somewhere more private?”

“After that display earlier? Sure,” Ikael jokes, subconsciously moving his shoulder in an attempt to bump it with Hien’s. As they are not standing close enough to each other, he only manages to look perhaps a bit odd.

Something like surprise sparks in Hien’s eye, and then he laughs; a deep, hearty sound Ikael has heard strangely often. Ikael grins, sharp and a bit surprised at the easygoing reaction to his—rather impulsive, he will admit, but the battle had made his blood run hot and his mind move fast—flirtation.

“I am glad that my excessive and show-offish demonstration enthused you so,” Hien says, the ends of a chuckle still in his breath. He spreads his hands. “I fear I am but a humble samurai without the unwavering strength of my allies to ground me, however. You of all people would understand. But come now; we shall speak in your tent, since Yugiri is less likely to eavesdrop.”

Ikael glances around instinctively at the mention of Yugiri. He cannot see her, but… well, one never knows. Ikael has found a battle-pastry missing from his belt more than once.

The enter the tent Ikael has set up for the night. It is large enough for two people to fit comfortably, if a bit snugly. Ikael immediately goes to put the kettle on, glad that he thought to bring it. Wedge is a marvelous engineer, in his opinion.

Hien kneels down on a flat cushion after laying his katana aside. Ikael sits across from him. He hesitates, then slowly scoots closer.

“Well,” Hien says, folding his hands together. “There is no two ways about this, then. Forgive me if I am blunt.”

He takes a breath. Ikael squeezes his ankles, rocking a little. His tail flicks.

“After Master Thancred, ah, got his… soul sucked out of his body,” Hien begins, and Ikael winces automatically at what he suddenly knows is going to be brought up, “You were… rather agitated.”

Ikael remembers. He scratches at his ear, staring at Hien’s toes.

“It, um… happens sometimes,” he mumbles. “I-I-I panic. Like—like that. ’m sorry if I… disturbed you.”

“It was unexpected, but I was only worried.” Hien’s voice takes on an affect that Ikael is not quite sure what to make of. “And I still am, to be quite honest. I did not get the chance to check in on you then; as you are aware, we were dealing with matters of our own. But those are well on their way to being resolved now, and there is a moment for us all to breathe.”

Ikael nervously picks at his brais. The kettle goes off and he jumps, then hurriedly scrambles up to pour the tea.

“Two minutes,” he tells Hien as he holds out his teacup. Hien takes it with a gracious, princely nod, and Ikael has to giggle. Does he practice doing that?

“But yes,” Hien continues as he no doubt realizes Ikael isn’t going to say anything useful. “A moment to breathe is all I need to take the opportunity to ask how you fare. I am… concerned for your wellbeing, Ikael. Especially with Alisaie being taken so recently—and so suddenly.”

“A-a-ah,” Ikael says. Blunt, Hien had said, and, well, yes. It is… unexpectedly so. Ikael closes his mouth, staring at his cup. It is a Hingan blend, and Ikael has been told he is not supposed to add any sweetener. He does not like that.

“I apologize if I have brought up something you would rather not think about.” Hien’s voice has taken on that affect again, turning into something dulcet and quiet. “Truly; it is not my intent to pain you. We can change the subject, if you so wish!”

He pauses for a second to blow at his tea, dark lashes shifting down as he glances at it. His posture seems to… ease, a little, as if becoming more relaxed. Ikael anxiously hugs his knee.

Hien sips, makes a considering face, and continues: “But… I noticed that none of your companions seemed inclined to lend you their concern. Or even just an ear. It is not a little peculiar.”

His tone tilts at the last sentence, as if he is getting at something that Ikael cannot quite guess at. Ikael hides his face behind his teacup, ears folding down and tail flicking restlessly around his ankles. Hien is—right; it is an awkward fact, but it is true. Ikael is not… prone to developing strong bonds with the people he brings with him. He is no good at group chemistry and it is… difficult to stick to people. Or rather, it is difficult for them to stick back. Ikael is… Ikael is too sticky. He is like… chewed taffy.

“Um. They, um. Aren’t really my companions in anything more than battle,” he mumbles. “More out of necessity than anything, you know?”

Besides, more than one person is not supposed to chew taffy at a time. That is disgusting. Ikael will stick to his one person, and rotate them as necessary.

“I did notice they departed rather quickly once the matter had concluded,” Hien states. His eyes, when Ikael meets them, are as sharp as his sword. Ikael quickly looks back down.

“They have, um… things to do,” he says. He doesn’t know, really—he does not ask.

Hien does not reply to that. Ikael fidgets, feels increasingly awkward as the silence stretches. He sips at his tea. It is not sweet.

“Ikael,” Hien says after what could have been a short amount of time, even if it does not feel like it. “How do you fare?”

Ikael harshly rubs at the curve between his nose and cheek with his forefinger. He pulls his knees up. He does not know… Is he supposed to switch people now? Hien is his friend, right? He had said as much, when Ikael had visited him. And… and now Alisaie is not there. Shtola is not there. Ikael is lonely.

“Ika—”

“I miss Thancred,” Ikael blurts out. Just like that, as if on cue, tears blur his vision. “I-I-I—h-he is my best—my best friend and h-he—he,” He pauses to hiccup airily, “He is not back yet and he—” A dry sniffle, “He—he missed my name—my nameday and when he ca—came back he did not spend—he did not get—get to spend more than—than one time w-with me a-and—” A longer, slightly wet sniffle, “I-I-I miss him and I-I wish th-that nasty voice would stop—would stop taking my—my friends!”

Ikael starts to cry in full force. “And—a-and—and I only have four friends but—but I-I don’t know ab-about that really becau—because it’s a—a-a difficult label a-and…”

“Alright, alright, take it easy,” Hien says, holding out his hands. “I… uh… admit I wasn’t expecting all of that, but… ah… I’ll just let you…”

Ikael is busy messily wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. He sniffs, loudly.

“There, there,” Hien says, a bit stiltedly.

“You’ll drop your tea,” Ikael mumbles, because he is about to.

Hien glances over, and straightens the teacup just as it threatens to tip and spill. Ikael sniffles approvingly, tugging on his tail.

Hien gives a little cough, and then leans forwards. “I apologize; I am not the best at this. But have heart, my friend! All is not yet lost. We will get them back, I promise.”

His words do not register; Ikael is tired of hearing platitudes. He starts to wipe at his eyes with the back of his hand, hoping that Hien will hug him soon.

Hien’s tone gentles somewhat. “Is there anything I can—”

That will do. Ikael shuffles forwards gladly, pressing his hands to Hien’s abdomen and face into his sternum. He gives a little sniff.

“Uh,” says Hien.

Ikael is just about getting comfortable when he feels a soft chuckle. Intrigued, he tilts his head, flattening his ear to Hien’s chest so he can feel it better.

“I should have known this would be the solution,” Hien says lowly, humour that Ikael does not understand still in his tone. “Ah—no! No, I am not complaining. Please, do what you will.”

Ikael, who has started to hesitantly draw away, slowly moves back. He feels himself begin relax at the warmth, the proximity. “Amsothefula,” he mumbles.

Hien sips at his tea. “Pardon?”

Ikael does not want his own tea; he presses it into Hien’s free hand until he obligingly takes it. “Thank you,” he mumbles.

Something warm and uncomfortably ceramic briefly touches his head—Ikael’s ear flicks at it in annoyance. “You are very welcome, my friend,” Hien says. “Now; we can stay like this if you wish, but I brought some… what is it? Triple Triad? Triple Triad cards, if you wish to take your mind off things.”

They can play strip Triple Triad. Ikael’s tail curls approvingly.

“Okay, but we use my rules,” he agrees. He is… not very good at card games. He spreads his hand over the criss-crossed scar on Hien’s shoulder, feeling the grooves with his thumb. “And you’re not allowed to cheat, or steal my cards.”

Hien sighs dramatically. “Such restrictions!” he groans. When Ikael glances up, he winks.

“Eorzean Triple Triad it is, then,” he says. “I hope you are prepared to lose.”

Ikael does not remember winning more than a single game of Triple Triad. “I-I hope—I hope you are prepared to lose!” he throws back, creatively.

“Your boastful blustering makes me tremble in my sandals,” Hien assures him. “Come now—enough wallowing! It is time to forget the troubles of the day. I’ll even let you go first.”

~*~

#ikael #hien #writing #drabble

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Time Heals......Chapter Three

Robyn smiled and waved at the woman coming up her driveway as she met her halfway. The small woman hugged her tightly, “It’s been awhile since I’ve been over this way.”

“It has, Ms. Lisa. How are you?”

“I’m good. I was surprised when the girls asked for me to come over here instead of coming to my house.”

“I actually wanted to talk to you about why before we went inside.”

Lisa’s brow furrowed, “is something the wrong?”

“The girls don’t like going to your house.”

“Why?”

“I guess Jocelyn’s girls are being mean to them. They were complaining about the girls always pulling their hair and hitting them.”

“What? I didn’t know. Why didn’t they say something?”

“They were scared and I’m not really sure why.”

“I am so sorry about that. I’ve told Jocelyn to get those girls under control.”

“I think everyone has told her that.”

“You know I never really understood what her issue with the twins was.”

“Now Ms. Lisa, you know why Jocelyn has an issue with the twins. She’s had an issue with them since the day they were born.”

“It’s been eight years, Robyn. Everyone else has accepted them, I don’t see what the problem is.”

“Jocelyn doesn’t like me, she hasn’t been able to stand me since the day Michael introduced me to everyone. You know me and her have been clashing since day one.”

“I don’t understand what her issue with you is anyway.”

“I don’t either. Last time I attempted to ask her, we almost got into a fist fight so I definitely don’t wanna go there.”

Robyn started nibbling on her bottom lip and Lisa touched the back of her hand, “What’s the matter, Sweetheart?”

“Do you think she told April and Josie anything?”

Lisa sighed, “Well Robyn, I would hope not but you can never know when you’re dealing with Jocelyn.”

“Lisa, I don’t want the girls to be hurt and have something be said that shouldn’t be.”

“You know I feel the same way. I’ll talk to April and Josie and see before I say anything to Jocelyn about that in particular but I will talk to her about her controlling her children.”

“Ok. Thank you, Ms. Lisa.”

“No problem, Sweetheart. Now where are the girls?”

“They should be in the living room. I told them to finish up their homework before you came over.”

“Oh ok.”

Robyn and Lisa left inside the house.

Erin and Erica were sitting on pillows beside the coffee table. Lisa smiled and exclaimed, “Well look who it is.”

They jumped up and ran over to her to capture her in a large hug, “Mama Lisa!”

“How’s my beautiful grandbabies?”

“Good,” they replied simultaneously.

“That’s good. Did you finish your homework?”

“Yes Ma’am. We were just drawing a picture for Mommy.”

“Really? Well how about we got to the kitchen table and draw some more pictures for your mommy while she gets some work done?”

“Ok.”

Robyn smiled, “Girls, go get your art boxes out of the closet while I set up the table.”

“Yes Mommy,” Erin and Erica ran off down the hall while Robyn led Lisa into the kitchen.

“You want anything to eat or drink, Ms. Lisa?”

“No Sweetheart, I’m good for right now.”

“Ok.”

~~~~~~~~

Chris looked over at Tiana, who was fast asleep, then turned his gaze towards the open window of his bedroom. He stood up and walked over to sit on the bench underneath the window sill. Houston brought back a lot of memories, some bad but mostly good. He had a lot on his mind but the only person who would probably understand is the one person he’s the most afraid of talking to. He and Robyn went from being inseparable to not talking for eight years, their rift was mostly his fault and it was a hard pill to swallow. He couldn’t say he’d ever met anyone he was closer to than Robyn and now look where they are. He grabbed his phone on impulse and pressed a speed dial number he hadn’t pressed in a long time.

Robyn yawned as she stretched her arms above her head before rubbing her eyes. Staring at a computer for the last five hours was taking a major strain on her eyes but she had a deadline to turn in her work. As a data analyst for an engineering firm, her comprehensive reports often influenced the budget for the whole company especially their procurement department. She got up and went over to the fridge to grab something to drink when she saw her phone light up. With a furrowed brow, she grabbed it off the charger and slid the answer key over, “hello?”

Chris froze, he wasn’t sure why he picked her to call but he definitely should’ve thought it through before pressing call. He heard her huff over the phone.

“Hello? Robyn asked again, “Look, it’s too late to be playing on people’s phone.”

“Hey.”

Robyn immediately frowned in confusion, “Chris?”

“Yea. Hi.”

“How’d you get my number?”

“I still had your old number stored, I wasn’t sure if you still used it or not but I took a chance.”

“Was there something you needed?”

“Are you busy?”

“No. Is something wrong?”

“Eh, I don’t know. I know this is weird, me calling you out of the blue like this but I kind of need someone to talk to.”

“I can make an exception this time. What’s up?”

“I’m just trying to adjust, I guess.”

“To what? Have you started working yet?”

“I start tomorrow but I haven’t had a 9 to 5 since, ever.”

Robyn chuckled, “Chris, you have to give it a chance. I know you miss home. Houston is nothing close to France but once you get used to it again, you’ll be alright.”

“I guess.”

“So what are they having you doing?”

“Contracts and procurement.”

“Really? That’s part of what I do.”

“What do you do?”

“Data analysis.”

“Is it difficult?”

“Not really. Just a lot of judgment calls at least when you’re the one securing contracts. I have to do the number crunching to establish the budget to know how much is available to secure contracts”

“Sounds very involved.”

“It is and I have a deadline of 6pm tomorrow.”

“Oh, am I holding you up?”

“Nope. I can talk and type. I’ve done all the hard work, I’m just doing my reports.”

“Oh ok.”

“So what’s the real issue?”

“What you mean?”

“You didn’t call just because you’re nervous about your new job. You’re thinking about something else.”

Chris sighed, “Being back here is overwhelming.”

“I can imagine, you haven’t been here in 8 years.”

“Seeing you was overwhelming too.”

“Really?”

“I feel horrible about how everything ended.”

“Chris, we grew apart. It is what it is.”

“That’s not the real reason and we both know that.”

Robyn sighed and ran her hands through her hair, “Chris, I don’t wanna go there.”

“I know. I’m not trying to either, it’s just- you know.”

“Look, we both made certain decisions and unfortunately here we are.”

“I guess.”

“You liking your new house?”

“Yea. It's nice.”

“Where do you live?”

“Eastwood.”

“That’s a nice neighborhood.”

“It is. Why’d you move out of Houston?

“Honestly, once I got pregnant, I really didn’t see a reason to be in Houston. My parents and everyone were in Barbados permanently. You were gone and I wanted a quieter place for my daughters.”

“What about your husband?”

“I didn’t-” Robyn paused to collect her thoughts for a second, “We weren’t married yet.”

“Oh. When’d you get married?”

“Let’s see the Twins were born January 12th in the middle of my ceremony so we didn’t get actually pronounced man and wife until Jan 14th once I was out of recovery from my c-section.”

“Were you and him together before I left or after?”

“Chris, why does that matter?”

“It doesn’t. I just wondering because I figured you would’ve told me you had a boyfriend back then.”

“That’s not true. We always kept our friendship and relationships separate. You didn’t even mention Tiana until after you proposed to her.”

“That’s not true.”

“Yea, it is. I met her at the engagement party Mama J and Christine threw her. You didn’t even tell me what the party was for until after I got there.”

“Really?”

“Yes really. Your memory can’t be that bad.”

“A lot of stuff is fuzzy, it was a long time ago.”

“I guess. I only met Tiana three times before your actual wedding and then you moved away.”

“Yea, that’s true. Why didn’t you come say goodbye?”

“Honestly, I was so over you at that point. I had already started planning on what I was gonna do next since I was out of school and that’s all I was focused on. Besides, you probably weren’t worried about me anyway.”

“Actually I was. I kept asking my mother about where you were and everything.”

“Hmm...I wasn’t expecting that but it is what it is.”

“I guess.”

“What time is it?”

“Around 2:30.”

“Where’s Tiana?”

“Sleep in the bed. I’m sitting by my bedroom window.”

“Oh ok.”

“Do you always stay up this late doing work?”

“Only towards the end of the month since my reports have to be comprehensive; it takes a while to gather all the reports and charts then summarize everything.”

“Oh. That’s understandable.”

“Well, was there something else you needed to talk about?”

“Not really.”

“Oh ok.”

“It was really good to talk to you though.”

“Same here. Have a good night, Chris.”

“You do the same.”

They hung up.

Chris set his phone back on the charger then climbed back into the bed. Just as he pulled the cover over himself, he felt arms around his waist. Tiana murmured softly, “you ok, Babe?”

“I’m good. Just thinking about some stuff.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.”

Chris turned to face his wife and pecked her lips, “Don’t worry about me. Just go back to sleep.”

Tiana smiled, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

~~~~~~~~

“So...Robyn, when are you gonna start dating again?”

Robyn turned to Joyce with a frown on her face, “Why would I put myself through that drama again?”

“What drama?”

“Having to get to know somebody new, their family, all that other crap. I just don’t have the patience for it.”

“You don’t think the girls need a male figure in their lives?”

“They have a lot of male figures in their lives. They really don’t need another father, that’s a whole other issue in itself.”

“I guess.”

“Mama J, why are you asking me this?”

“I was just thinking about when you and Chris were younger. Now he’s married, you’re widowed. I just want you to be happy like he is. You’ve always been like my other daughter, you know?”

“Mama J, I am very happy. I’m not really sure why you would think I’m not.”

“Because I can tell there’s something going on with you.”

“Yes, I’m stressed out and tired but it has nothing to do with being unhappy. I just got a lot going on right now and I’m trying to juggle it all at one time. It’s really not that big of a deal, I can handle it.”

“Robyn”

“Mama J, seriously I can handle it. I am fine.”

“Ok, I’ll let it go.”

“I don’t remember you ever being this concerned about my love life before.”

“I’ve always been concerned especially since Michael passed.”

“What about before that?’

“Honestly, I thought you and Chris were gonna get together but then he got married. “

“Why does everybody keep saying that?”

“Everybody like who?”

“You. My mother. Everyone swore me and Chris were gonna be together and I really don’t understand why”

“It just seemed inevitable. The way y’all were with each other, the chemistry was undeniable, we just figured it would bloom into something.”

“Yea, that definitely didn’t happen.”

“Did you two ever try and date?”

Robyn chuckled, “We talked about it, came to the conclusion we were better as friends and decided against it.”

“So you talked about it but never actually went through with it?”

“Yup. Everyone kept mentioning we looked cute together and whatever so we talked about it and figured it was a bad idea. Chris never said anything to you about it?”

“No but then again he was always secretive when it came to certain things between the two of you.”

“Really? That’s weird.”

“Why?”

“I mean we’ve pretty much always been entwined in each other’s family, I figured he told you everything.”

“About other girls? Yea. You? Occasionally but not often.”

“Hmm...that’s interesting.”

“what do you think about Tiana?”

“Honestly, I barely know her.”

“Really? All that time her and Chris were together.”

“Me and Chris never really talked about whoever we were dating within our friendship. I didn’t meet Tiana until their engagement party.”

“Are you serious?”

Robyn took a sip of her tea and nodded her head, “Yup. Chris grabbed me by my hand and walked me into an ambush. I’m like when did you propose? Where’d she come from?”

“Ch...that’s a mess.”

“That’s why I had nothing to say for the toast. I had no clue any of this was going on.”

“I figured he would’ve told you before he told me.”

“Nah. After one bad incident in high school, we both decided to keep our relationships and friendship separate. No comments, no judgements and whatever happens, happens.”

“What incident in high school?”

“Chris never told you I got into it with one of his little girlfriends? I think her name was Camren or something like that, she was some kind of Spanish but anyway, she accused me of wanting to be with Chris and trying to break them up so I ended up punching her in the face. Got suspended for a week.”

“Oh, I know who you’re talking about but I didn’t know anything about that incident.”

“Yea, Chris decided with my temper it was best to just not bring them around which I completely agreed with.”

Joyce laughed, “I bet. Did you date a lot when you were younger?”

“Not really. If I wasn’t with Chris then I was with my family, going back and forth to Barbados.”

“Did you have a boyfriend before Michael?”

“Yea. He lived in Barbados.”

“Oh ok.”

“Yea. We broke up long before I ever met Michael though.”

“How did you two meet?”

“He was a residence hall assistant at my college. He helped me set up my room after my parents moved all my furniture and stuff in.”

“Oh, that’s nice.”

“Yea, he was a nice guy.”

“I’m really sorry about what happened to him.”

Robyn shrugged, “I knew about the situation beforehand so it wasn’t a huge shock when he passed.”

“When did he tell you?”

“About 4 months before. I went to his doctor’s appointment with him when he found out.”

“It happened fast.”

“I know. The doctor warned us that it could possibly progress really fast especially since it was inoperable.”

“He had just enough time to get his affairs in order.”

“Yea but that’s all he wanted was to make sure me and the girls would be ok.”

“What happened to radiation and chemo?”

“Apparently he had already been doing that since before we met but it didn’t help as well as they thought and once they gave him a 15 months max timeline, he just decided to let it be what it was.”

“That’s why he went to hospice, right?”

“Yea. I offered to take off work for a while to take care of him but he didn’t want me to see him like that. Luckily the girls were too young to understand what was going on.”

“You were very brave.”

“I tried to be but we worked on being prepared for the worse so it was a bit easier to manage once he actually passed away.”

“That's good.”

A silence fell over the room as Robyn took a sip of her drink. Joyce sighed softly and rubbed the back of her hand, “you ok?”

“I’m good. Tired but good.”

“Do you think the girls remember Michael?”

“Not as much as other people would like but they were one when he passed, you can’t really expect them to remember a lot.”

“Other people like who?”

“His family, friends. His mother tries to explain the situation to them as much as she can but they aren’t too fond of me.”

“Why not?”

Robyn shrugged, “they haven’t liked me much since me and Michael met but it’s cool. Some things happened and Mike didn’t react like they wanted so it’s been a bone of contention between me and them ever since then.”

“That’s crazy.”

“It is what it is. Michael accepted the situation and we moved on from it.”

“What was it?”

“I’d rather not talk about that.”

Joyce nodded her head in understanding, “My apologies.”

“I’m sorry Mama J, I wasn’t trying to be rude or anything. It’s just not something I like to talk about that’s all.”

“I understand. You’re fine.”

They both went silent again before Joyce started talking, “have you talked to Chris lately?”

“He called me a few weeks ago and we spoke.”

“He called you?”

“He called my old number not knowing I never changed my phone number.”

“Oh ok. How’d that go?”

“It went well for what it was. Just a pretty simple conversation. He was nervous about going back to work, that’s all.”

“Oh ok. From what I’ve heard, he’s been doing pretty good there.”

“That’s good. I haven’t heard from him recently so I wouldn’t know.”

“Do you think you two could ever be friends again?”

“Maybe but it’d never be like it was before.”

“Well that’s to be expected.”

“We’ll just have to see what happens.”

“Mama!”

Robyn turned to Joyce, who held up her hands in innocence, “Really?”

“I swear I had no idea he was coming over.”

Robyn shook her head, “Every time somebody says his name, he just magically appears. This is crazy.”

Joyce chuckled, “you comfortable with him coming in here?”

“It’s your house.”

Joyce stood up and went into her living room just as Chris came down the stairs, “You should’ve just came into the kitchen.”

“I had to use the bathroom first.”

“Oh ok.”

“Who’s Benz is in the driveway?”

“Robyn’s here.”

“Oh ok.”

“You ok?”

“I’m good. What y’all been doing?”

“Just talking. The girls are at dance practice so Robyn decided to hang out until it was over rather than drive all the way back to Dallas.”

“Oh.”

They walked into the kitchen and Robyn was scrolling through her phone.

“Hey Robyn,” Chris said.

She looked up and waved, “hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing much. I didn’t know you were here.”

“Yea. The girls go to the dance school nearby so I decided to stop by.”

“Oh, that’s cool. How often do you come this way?”

“Like 3 days a week. Once on Wednesday and then on the weekends.”

“Oh ok. That’s a long drive from Dallas.”

“About an hour or so, it’s not a huge deal.”

“Oh ok.”

“How’s the wife?”

“She’s good, trying to get the house to her liking.”

“She started working yet?”

“Nah, she wants to stay at home.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

“How’s the girls?”

“They’re good. They have a dance recital coming up then we’re going to Barbados.”

“I thought you were gonna wait until the end of July,” Joyce interjected.

“I was but my mom suggested we come earlier since they may visit my family in Guyana then go to Trinidad for a bit and I think the girls should see everything.”

“That sounds like a really cool trip. Has much changed in Barbados?” Chris asked.

“Since the last time I took you, not really. My mom asked about you once you moved back.”

“How is she?”

“She’s good.”

“And Gran-Gran?”

“She passed about 4 years ago.”

“Oh, I didn’t know. Sorry to hear that.”

“Thank you but it’s ok. So what you been up to?”

“Nothing much.”

“You any more comfortable with being back in the workforce?”

“Yea. It’s been easier to adjust than I thought it would be.”

“I told you, you’d do fine.”

Joyce looked between the two of them then quietly excused herself from the room.

Chris chuckled as he saw his mother leave out the room through his peripheral vision, “she must really think she’s slick.”

Robyn laughed, “You know how Mama J is. She’s been grilling me on my love life all morning.”

“Really? She is something else.”

“She is but she’s coming from a good place.”

“That’s true. So what time do you have to go get the girls?”

Robyn glanced at her watch, “Not for another three hours. Why? What’s up?”

“You wanna go for a ride with me? I was planning on checking out my old stomping grounds.”

“Sure. I don’t really have nothing to do.”

“You know I can pick the girls up for you!” Joyce yelled out.

Robyn laughed as she nudged Chris’s arm, “Mama J, we’ll be back in time so don’t worry.”

Chris shook his head, “I’m sorry about her. She’s just-”

“It’s fine. You ready to go?”

“Sure. Have you eaten?”

“Not since breakfast.”

“We can pick something up on the way then.”

“Cool.”

Robyn followed Chris out the side door of the kitchen to his car. Chris assisted her inside the black SUV before climbing into the driver’s side of the car.

#timehealsfanfiction #chrianna

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