#but there were next to none egh

[sharlmbracta]

*throws the 58 chapter fic out the window you know and i know* if i had known about THIS tasty fic 3 months ago *SLAMS the tasty fic on the table* i would have yoddled off to the nether like Hell No Tommorow @did-we-imagine

[solarsa1nt]

𐚁֙࿐ CONFESSIONS

gojo satoru x male!reader

Tags — fluff , kissing , love confession , blushing , questionable age gap but still legal

Notes — none

"Y/N-senpai?" A familiar voice calls as the boy in questions blinks in surprise, turning towards the familiar figure.

"Ah... Itadori?" Y/N's head tilts to the side, frowning in confusion as he blinks the sleep away from his eyes.

It was, surprisingly, not some hallucination caused by lack of sleep. Itadori was heading down the hallway from where the kitchen was, a baggy t-shirt and shorts being in place of the uniform that he (along with most other students) were often seen in.

"You... shouldn't be up this late." Y/N frowns, lightly scolding the boy. "It's not good for someone your age."

"Huh? But you're only four years older than us, right?" Itadori asks, sounding uncertain if he was right now that he's said it aloud.

"Which means I'm legally an adult. Either way, it's my cursed energy's fault so not much I can do to fix it..." Y/N frowns slightly before sighing, shaking their head and looking up at Itadori with a neutral expression.

"Whatever, just get back to bed." Y/N suggests, glancing out the window to briefly look towards the entrance of the school.

Itadori gives the older boy a hesitant look but eventually nods, sparing one more concerned glance before continuing down the hallway towards the dorms.

Silence falls over Y/N now that his kouhai had disappeared down the hallway.

"...Why do I even bother waiting for that guy?" Y/N mumbles to himself with a tired sigh, turning on his heel and walking towards the main room of the dorms.

Plopping down on the couch, Y/N leans against the armrest, tugging a blanket over his lap as he grabs the remote.

After clicking on a streaming service and putting on the first movie to pop up— it happened to be some animated movie titled 'Your Name' —Y/N slumps further back into the couch.

About halfway through the film, his half-asleep state was interrupted by a door loudly opening— whoever opened it obviously uncaring of who they would wake up with the clatter.

"Mh...?" Y/N turns towards the door tiredly, glancing towards the door to see a familiar white-haired sorcerer standing in the doorway.

"Oh... you're back." Y/N yawns, raising a hand to cover his mouth before stretching out his arms, letting the joints pop satisfactorily before he sets them down again.

"Ho? Is my favorite watching movies without me?" Gojo walks over to lean on the couch behind Y/N.

"Stop being so blatant about your favoritism..." Y/N sighs, ignoring the warm feeling bubbling inside of him with the knowledge that he was Gojo's favorite.

"Y/N is just too cute!" Gojo teases, patting the boy's head affectionately.

"Egh..." Y/N grumbles, leaning away from the touch as he focuses back on the movie, watching the scene play out impassively.

A comfortable silence rests over the two as Gojo walks around to sit next to Y/N, throwing his arms over the edge of the back of the couch.

"You don't even have half of the context for the movie." Y/N points out, bringing his knees to his chest and crossing his arms over them, resting his head atop them.

"Hm? I'm sure I can figure it out." Gojo shrugs offhandedly, "I am the strongest, after all, understand a movie won't be an issue."

"Right." Y/N gives the man an unimpressed glance before rolling his eyes and focusing on the movie once again.

Colors flicker across the television screen— a meteor falling through the sky over the small town as a girl watches with widened eyes.

Y/N wonders what it'd be like to witness something like that, something so colorful and bright that it makes the entire sky seem to glow...

"Y/N." Gojo's voice interrupts Y/N's musing, his tone light but still holding an unusual amount of seriousness.

"Hm?" Y/N glances up at the man, feeling the six eyes burning into his figure through the blindfold.

Gojo stays silent for a moment, expression unreadable with his lips drawn into a flat line— it turning up into a small smile after seemingly finding whatever he was looking for.

"I love you."

Y/N blinks in confusion, wondering vaguely if he misheard but ultimately knowing there was no denying it— the words were far too clear; far too confident to be anything other than a confession.

"Oh..." Y/N feels his ears burn as he mumbles the words, unable to muster up anything other than a simple; "Okay."

At his lack of a proper response, the blush only spreads across Y/N's face further, turning his head away to hide the redness.

He should answer, Y/N knows that, but his first response was embarrassing enough that he honestly doesn't trust whatever might come out of his mouth next.

Unfortunately, Gojo didn't seem to agree with his plan.

"'Okay'?" Gojo's grin widens as he leans forward, no doubt seeing the fluster that spread across Y/N's face.

"Y/N~" Gojo chimes, an almost scolding lilt to his voice— as if Y/N were some misbehaving child. "That's not an answer, you know."

"Uh—" Y/N panics, leaning back further as a dizzy feeling spins around in his skull from the sheer closeness of the two— noses nearly touching as Gojo's lips hover inches away from his.

Y/N's breaths come in shallowly, everything feeling all to much and the bastard infront of him wasn't even—

Y/N reaches his hands up towards Gojo's head, simultaneously pulling part of his blindfold up and pushing his head downward— their lips finally connecting.

Y/N glares into dangerously beautiful blue eyes that were gleaming with satisfaction.

His head gets tilted back as a tongue enters his mouth without shame— Y/N not bothering to fight back as he allows the man to continue his ministrations; too content with the feeling of them being so connected.

A breathy whine forces it's way out of Y/N's throat at the rough pressure against the top of his mouth— soon slithering down to move elsewhere as if Gojo was trying to find something hidden inside his mouth.

Gojo pulls away, a lewd string of saliva connecting their lips as Y/N huffs— cheeks burning a bright red as he looks up at the man's smug expression.

Gojo's lips (still wet from their mixed saliva, Y/N realizes absentmindedly) were curled upwards into a lazily grin, crystal-like blue eyes half-lidded as he watches the younger man below him intensely.

"You're such a pervert..." Y/N sighs, turning his head on it's side in another feeble attempt to hide his expression.

"Is that a yes, then?" Gojo asks— his voice annoyingly playful despite their previous actions.

"You— obviously." Y/N grumbles, embarrassed from having to admit even after the heated kiss shared between them.

"Ha~ I'm so glad!" Gojo slumps his body atop Y/N's, earning a strangled yelp from the younger boy.

"Wh— Ugh! Get off me!"

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[the-sinister-story-teller]

He Lied..?

A/n; This is my own Loki fanfiction, I'll put a link to previous chapters below at the end of the post!

Chapter number: 4

 It all went by so fast in your eyes. First, you got hired at Stark Industries. Then, you nearly got hit by some weird green blur, and next thing you knew you were harboring some God Of Mischief with bad daddy issues....Or...Issues in general. Just yesterday you found out he got jealous of Thor due to him flirting with you, despite you insisting he was just being nice. Loki knew Thor like the back of his hand though, and he knew his intentions with you. Though, he wouldn't describe them. That'd be to lewd. You were reading on your couch, after a long day of dealing with the aftermath of the Avengers missions at the tower. You sighed with ease, as on the opposite side of the couch, sat Loki, who was also buried in a book. It was a quiet afternoon, and neither of you minded that. It was soothing and relaxing just silently being in one another's presence. Loki couldn't help but tear his eyes away from his book to glance up at you. You had been in a baggy sweater, shorts, and house slippers. You had a soft smile as you read the book, occasionally snickering to yourself. He quietly hummed to himself, and can't help himself than to admire the beauty before him. You were like an exotic sight to the eye to him. You were beyond gorgeous, not to mention your personality was to die for. You felt his eyes staring at you, and you couldn't hold back your small smirk from this. Everything was so peaceful between you two...That was, until your heads turned to the door, hearing a knock.

     "Who's here at this hour...?" You muttered, standing up, your expression changing to one of skepticism. You made your way to the front door, opening it to see none other than Tony Stark himself. "Oh! Mr Stark! Uh...What are you doing here at this hour?" You asked, tilting your head in mild confusion. 

     "Miss L/N. I know it's late and I'm sure you're exhausted from work," He sympathized, before sighing and continuing, "I've only come to check on how things are with reindeer games. I hope he isn't causing trouble. Plus, I apologize for putting this on you, and the fact that the building process is taking so long." He explained as you hummed in understanding.

      "Right! Uh...Loki is in the living room right now!" You hummed, letting Tony in. From hearing his voice, Loki looked up swiftly, grabbing his original cuffs out his pocket and swiftly putting them, tossing the book to the side. Tony entered, narrowing his eyes at the cuffs, tugging a bit to make sure they were locked, before backing up. 

      "He hasn't been causing trouble, has he?" Tony asked, turning to Y/n with a raised brow in skepticism. You nodded happily. 

      "He has actually been doing the opposite! He's great company to have!" You said, which made Loki look up at you with just as much skepticism as Tony has.

     "That's...Hard to believe Ms L/n." Tony huffed, crossing his arms, his eyes narrowed at Loki, as Loki gave a shit eating smirk in response. 

      "It's true! Believe it or not, he actually made breakfast for me this morning."

      "Exactly Tony, I'm sure you understand? After all, not often you get proved wrong." Loki retorted, leaning back into the arm of the couch, have a wide smirk plastered onto his lips. You giggled quietly at this as Tony shook his head from annoyance.

     "Alright Miss Rainbows and Sunshine." Tony sarcastically joked as you laughed more, "I gotta go. Can't leave Peter and Thor alone." He huffed, leaving abruptly, making you jump a bit. Once he was gone Loki cleared his throat to snatch your attention. 

    "Uh, Y/n? These cuffs won't get off my wrists themselves." He spoke teasingly as you rolled your eyes playfully, undoing the cuffs as he rolled his wrists a bit, lifting the book up again. "I can smell his cologne from the behind the door egh." He groaned a bit, making you snicker as you plopped yourself on the couch, relaxing softly. It didn't take long before you fell asleep in the fetal position, shivering a bit. Loki sighed, taking the blanket perched at the head of the couch, placing it on top of you, smiling softly as you began to stop shivering. The smile soon left his face as he sat down, resting his face in the palms of his hands, groaning quietly. Truth was, he was planning his escape, but because he got attached to you, he was contemplating if he should really do it. You have began to trust him, and he didn't want to break that trust he had formed with you...

     Eventually enough, you woke up, oversleeping your normal alarm. You groaned in annoyance, rushing to get off the couch, and into your room to get dressed. Once you left, in a hurry, you didn't check on Loki. 

      "Bye Loki! I'm in a hurry, so I'll cook dinner tonight! I'll be back soon, have a good day!" You called out, rushing out the house...What you didn't know was that Loki wasn't home at the moment, and in fact left. You arrived to the Avengers tower, sighing softly seeing them rushing around before catching eyes of Steve, suited up. "Sorry I'm late guys, I accidentally fell asleep on my couch and my phone was dead." You explained pitifully, and Steve shook his head.

     "Was Loki with you!?" He snapped making you stammer...You never checked his room so you paused...Did he leave? No...He wouldn't. He promised you that you could trust him! He wouldn't break your trust...Would he? "Y/N!! Where. Is. Loki!?" He shouted, making you hyperventilate, as Peter came running to you, alert of your current state.

     Holding your shoulders gently, he panted, suited up. "Y/n. Do you know where Loki is..?" He quietly muttered to you. 

    "I-I...He...He was in his room in my apartment.." You muttered and Peter nodded, putting his mask on. "W-Wait guys! What's even going on!?"

   "Reindeer games is gone. I knew I shouldn't have left him with you." Tony groaned, his mask shielding his face.

    "It wasn't my fault!" You exclaimed...But you felt guilty. If it weren't for your neglect, he wouldn't have gotten away. But what hurt most, was the fact that...

"He lied to you."

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[purplesurveys]

1806

Are you tired? Are you taking this survey because you can’t sleep?  Not very tired at all even if it's past midnight. I finally feel the calm that's been evading me for a while because 1) I have a long weekend, and 2) I can also finally stop fooling myself about resigning 'soon,' because I did it already a week ago :)

Do you have something important to do?  Not right now but I'll be doing a lot of job hunting in the next few weeks! Also tomorrow morning I'll be heading out to get my car checked because the handbrake icon has been lighting up for a while now and I need to know what's up with that lol.

Do you like Jalapeno Cheetos?  It tastes okay but I'm generally not a fan of packed snacks.

Do you wish you had a new phone?  No but I need to start taking care of my current phone, cos I learned today that the battery capacity left on it is at 77% which is apparently already horrible haha. I'm not in any rush to replace it at least until a year or two from now as it's still a fairly new phone, so it's just a matter of watching out for how much I use it going forward.

Name one thing you ate today?  Instant laksa.

Do you like 80’s music? 60’s music? 90’s music?  I have songs I like from each decade but none of them stand out for me when it comes to music in general.

Do you find rap music annoying? Rap music, and any genre for that matter, is super broad though. There are albums I like but then there are those songs that can get superficial about drugs and sex and have a lot of autotune that just makes me go egh.

What song is stuck in your head?  I'm Fine by BTS because it was the last song I played on Rhythm Hive before closing the game earlier today lol.

Have you ever been to Germany? Never been.

Do you drink coffee in the mornings? I need to, otherwise I'd feel super disoriented and not be able to get as focused at work.

Do you become a fan of lots of things on Facebook?  Not anymore, but I remember how huge that was before. People made pages out of anything and everyone would just be fans of them.

What time do you go to bed on school/work nights? Around midnight or a little past.

Have you ever seen a therapist?  I've never had a session with one, actually. Even though there were many times in the past where I know I should've.

Do you get in trouble at school often?  No. I got scolded once for talking during a class in Grade 4 and from there made it a point to never disrupt again haha.

Do you watch videos on YouTube?  All the time. Even if I don't watch a video per se, I like having YouTube on as background noise/visuals and keep it playing all day long.

Name a song that makes you happy.  These days, Paramore's Escape Route has been giving me all the happy vibes.

Name a song that makes you want to dance. Home by BTS.

Name a song that brings back memories.  Fireflies by Owl City.

Does the song above bring back good or bad memories?  A little bit of both, but mostly good.

What decade do you think is the best musically?  I'd be the worst person to ask this as I never really was an adventurous listener. I also feel like each decade has their own styles and charms when it comes to music so as far as 'musically best' I'd find it hard to tell.

Do you take a long time to get ready in the mornings?  I need around 30-45 minutes to prep before work. That includes taking a shower, making my bed, cleaning my room, playing with the dogs for a few minutes, and making coffee.

Do you wear a lot of makeup?  Does BB cream count? That's really the only thing I apply, and foundation. But yeah in general, the answer is no.

Have you ever written poetry or fiction?  I've dabbled in both but never enjoyed it. I was always one for non-fiction writing.

Do you know how to read music?  Nope. We had drills in music class where we had to read notes and such, but I never retained those and if you quizzed me right now I'd pretty much be clueless.

Do you regularly use a blow dryer?  I don't.

When was the last time you went to church?  Three Sundays ago. The last two I missed because I watched a public Royal Rumble watch party, then had a work event to oversee.

Would you date someone who was a different religion than you?  I wouldn't date anyone who's closely tied to their religion.

What is your best subject in school?  History.

Name something you do nearly everyday.  Use a laptop.

Do you take surveys a lot?  Than the average person, absolutely. Within the community...not nearly as much as I used to. I usually have time to check in only on the weekends now.

Have you ever had sushi?  Yes, it's one of my favorite foods. I literally had sushi at least once every week in January hahaha.

[mageofspacemultiverse]

Children of Solstice Ch. 2 - Out Of Mind

Summary: A close encounter spawns endless squabbling between the two outlaws, but Casitt and Hyanna's journey eventually shows them a golden opportunity.

Word Count: 1,611

Hyanna Kekkel belongs to @memurfevur

Casitt Resshi belongs to me! B)

“Aaoow! Hey, easy, easy!!”

         “Oh my Gog, stop whining and hold still already...”

         Casitt stifled another whine as Hyanna examined his leg without much of a delicate touch. The remnants of the smashed drone were disarrayed next to them, clobbered to pieces. Some small bits of shrapnel had embedded in the skin just above his knee, with one noticeable sliver sticking a bit deeper than the rest.

         “Remind me again why I put up with this?” He hissed and growled, staring as blood sputtered around the shard’s edge. “Everything was-“

         “It was your idea! You’re lucky it didn’t turn you into pupa food.” She gestured with a foot to the razed patch of smoking dirt a few feet away where one of the drones blasts had aimed for.

         “You had to cannonball it, Hyanna? You almost hit me!!”

         “I didn’t almost hit you-”

         “Bullshit, I could feel the wind!”

         “-Hmm. If you keep talking I might actually, though.”

         “Look I was handling it, okay? I was learning how it worked, and besides it wasn’t like we could just leave it zoomin’ around, broadcasting where we are to Sightdog or whatever other- hgggh!”

         His air was frizzier than normal with sweat, and as Hyanna flicked at the embedded metal he stiffened his jaw, thumbing the dull points of his pendant to help ignore the feeling. “You didn’ ha- GHHHH, okay, okay, j-just, rip a fuckin’ piece of my pants off first!” When her face flushed, he couldn’t help but groan and rub his forehead even as the pain made his body tremble. “Stop being a weirdo to the injured. A small strip on the leg, just...tear it off slowly, I’ll use it as a bandage.”

         “This is so getting infected, you know that right?”

         “I’ve dealt with worse, but I- egh- can’t walk around getting freak-metal poisoning.”

         It was clear Hyanna was a bit resilient to tending to his wounds, and he bled bright lime as she worked. Barnum and Bailey panted from a near distance, their muzzles slobbering at the bloody mess, but were still a bit unnerved by the drone’s appearance to try offering their medical expertise.

         “I’m mad at you for wasting the soap too, by the way. Hehehe, I wanted to take a bath when we got to the coast.” She teased after pulling one of the smaller pieces out with a pair of rusty tweezers. The supplies they’d gotten from the last villagers they’d stayed with were scarcely enough – old hardened bars of soap with concerning blue spots and a small urn of dried curative herbs. A pacifistic diamond pair had offered sanctuary, though they’d accepted to Hyanna’s chagrin. It was a nice arrangement for a day or so ‘til some royal Indigo-blood had to come rolling in before they could really get settled, trying to hunt some heads; when she lost her head, they had to get going again.

         “I’m sure they’ll have fuckin’ soap wherever we’re going.” Casitt pouted, swathing his knee in the poor excuse for a wrap before standing with some effort. “It’s been four days of nothin’, but we should be there soon, right?”

"Yeah, map says so."

         None of their maps had panned out to much besides getting far enough away from Sightdog. Charity hives were a no-go, as was anything that needed to be bought. They’d been getting by on dine-and-dashes for the most part, alienating the vast majority of trolls they met along the way. It was an odd lifestyle that they somehow managed to make work, even despite their daily disagreement on just how they should be making it work.

         But their marathons and navigating said they should be coming to some sort of coastal port soon. Casitt had never been to any seafaring locale, but if these water-traveling ships were legitimate, maybe they could sail somewhere else, free from that influence. It was a long shot, but at this point so was everything.

         Hyanna helped him to his feet, and he wobbled and nearly buckled but managed to find some balance. “Oh well. One of these days you’ll listen to me. And when that day comes, maybe I’ll trust you to not get yourself killed, how’s that?”

         “Fine...point taken, no more drone duels.”

Even with his wounds, he tried to hobble back to their cart around the back of a grouping of boulders. Hyanna entertained his pride for a moment, but with a huff of frustration Casitt quickly found himself picked up off the ground by the back of his collar. “Hey! What-“

         “That was too painful to watch, I’m sorry.”

         “Fuck your pain, put me down!” He seethed, which only served to make Hyanna chuckle. “I can walk! I’m not your...bag of beans!”

         “Bag of be- I just dressed your wounds, you’re gonna make them worse, idiot.”

         “Shut! Up! Don’t patronize me chuckle nuts!”

         “Your threats are cute, hehehe. What’re you going to do?”

         “I will bite you," Cassit dangled and he flushed with embarrassment. "I will bite. So hard!!”

         “Heh, fine, you want down?”

         “Yes, I- EHAA??”

         His collision into the back of the cart after she hurled him was certainly disorienting. Too bruised and battered from the fight, Casitt just lay there as Hyanna collected the remains of the drone and brought them to their cart, before the party of four continued on the rocky trail.

         =========

         The afternoon...did not get much better.

         “We seriously followed the wrong map? Are you...kidding me?” Casitt rested his elbow against a thick wooden stick now they used to play ‘fetch’ with the twin hounds. The pain had mostly subsided, but the fatigue had killed everything from his tone except for despair. Hyanna was looking at the piece of paper in question, puzzling through images while he sulked by the stony mouth of some sort of cave network.

         Denial dragged into silence as she deciphered and he grimaced, but eventually even Hyanna’s patience broke and she flung the folded map to the ground. “Hell...I mean...no, we got the right one, but we were looking at the wrong half of it. They weren’t kidding when they said it was five-in-one.”

         “This is why I asked to be our guide, you know-“

         “Please!” She snapped, teething pressing against her lower lips. “We were going backwards towards the Carnival again with you leading. I had a panic attack dude?”

         Casitt rubbed the back of his head. “And again, I’m sorry, but I mean-“

         “But nothing. I trust you a lot, but you’re either a liar or an alien, and you’re definitely stupid.”

         “And you’re a shut-in with no life experience, it’s all even.” Casitt reacted unhelpfully. A fire smoked behind Hyanna’s expression, but uncharacteristically he was quick to acquiesce. “But okay...I take it back. I’m sorry.”

         The Carnival...he could see she was trying to not blink back tears, and it tugged at his heart. Sightdog’d had her by the neck when he stormed into that room, covered in purple blood from head to toe. Tried to blackmail him, and Casitt had seen the pain and defeat in her eyes. Years of abuse, years of...nothing but blood on her hands...he was crestfallen now sure, but he couldn’t help feeling guilty about even scaring her slightly at the thought of being back there.

Adjusting his position and crossing his arms, he glanced again to the cave. “So...do you know where we are, though?”

         “Not really. Map says there’s some ghost towns north and southwest of here. Exxogino and Kirithra. Old mining towns.”

         “Sure looks like the hole they crawled out of,” Casitt mumbled to himself, before he caught Hyanna staring for an explanation and he just shrugged. “Sorry, mumbling. So this is some...unmapped giant hole-“

         “I HEAR YE-{! WHOSE OUT THERE TRYNA TAKE A CUT -{?? COME OUT-{!”

         The dogs began to bark, and Hyanna got to her feet as two tall, burly trolls emerged from the darkness like comets in the night sky, both wearing head-lamps and juggling two large backs on both shoulders. The one who spoke, spittle flying onto the rocks he clambered over, was garbed in bright violet overalls adorned with some telltale symbol and enough piercings in his face to make a bracelet out of that took the attention of his garish multicolour mohawk. The other man looked to be olive of some sort, with an extra eye on the side of his neck and a club strapped to his back.

         Casitt, though, was drawn to the sight of something far more intimidating, far more captivating. A glimmer, an opalescent twinkle in the bulging pocket of both of them. Small crystals of cerulean blue embedded into a pocket of grey stone. He didn’t know the exact type, but he’d been ever fascinated by the prospect of holding them in his hands. Gemstones...there were gemstones in this mine?

         “Are you...are you seeing what I’m seeing, H?”

         “...I am, Cass.” He smirked despite himself, knowing the conflict on her face without looking. The two quickly zipped in the direction of the dogs, behind cover of another boulder.

         “And...are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

         “Hmhm...I don't know. Your leg’s still banged up, maybe we can try talking to them? Negotiating? Kind of getting sick of every encounter getting violent.”

         “Aren’t sea-dwellers like...all pompous pricks? Thought that’s what you said? C’mon, we need the money, and they have weapons!” The barking of the dogs and the sounds of some aggravated yells and whines escalated the feeling. “C’mon...Mutt and Other Mutt are gonna need us.”

      ��  “Please, they aren’t touching our boys. Now, just listen to me for once and rest your freakin’ leg! I’ll take care of ‘em-”

         “Nah, not a chance.”

         She sighed. “...Yeah. I know...hehehe, well, don’t be too slow then.”

         Hyanna obligingly grinned, and in sync they raced over the stones towards the continued sounds of panicked shouts. Sure, they hadn’t found any ocean, but there were still thrills to be had. For better or for worse, they’d find a way.

[itsthestutterforme]

No Choice (Divergent)

Characters: Four x reader, Eric x reader

Summary: Four and Y/N were about to be engaged when she decided to call it off. Four won't stop at anything to understand why.

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Tris and her friends sat next to Four, who was minding his business until he saw Y/N laughing about something your friend said. Four always found her laugh therapeutic, like listening to your favorite slow song on repeat as you watch the snow fall on a cold winter day.

Four and yoy were in a serious relationship since they initiated together and you made him feel something that he never felt before.

He felt loved and he felt like he was important to someone. And after all that, you broke up with him a week after he asked you to marry him. You couldn't bring herself to tell him why because you knew how he would react. You are dauntless born and belongs to one of the richest families in Dauntless history.

Your father was furious when he found out that you fell for a Stiff. He made sure you knew that, but you wouldn't budge. That was, until he threatened to send all of his hit men on Four. You knew hated how ruthless your father and his hit men can be, so you gave up.

You stand from the table with you tray and walked down to the dish collection station. On the way, you felt a pair of eyes on you and slowly scanned the cafeteria until you saw Four. Your heart stopped in your chest, making your body run cold as you two locked eyes.

You held eye contact for a few more moments before you left his gaze and walked away. "What's up with those Four and Y/N?" Tris whispers to Christina. "I can still hear you, and it's none of your business." Four drinks the rest of his water before standing from the table and leaving.

All you and Four would do is steal glances from one another. They both worked in intelligence but you are grateful that Four assists Eric with the first two weeks of initiation. You stopped by the training room to get a peek at the new initiates.

"Well look who it is," Eric announces, making everyone stop what they are doing and look at Y/N, including Four.

"These are the new initiates, huh?" Eric nods. "Who's the top of the class?" You sayna loud. "That'll be me," Peter says, raising his hand. "Egh, that's not saying much, is it?" You say, making Eric and some initiates laugh.

"No one told you to stop what you're doing," you snap and everyone resumed back to their take down techniques. Four was in the middle of helping Tris with her leg positioning by twisting her hips.

You noticed and heat built up in your chest. You makes your way towards Eric who is smirking at you with his arms crossed over his chest.

"What's bring me this pleasure?" Eric asks. "Curiousity. This bunch looks.." "Questionable, I know." Eric finishes. "You know that dude, reminds me of you." "Thanks, sweetheart," "Watch it," You warn, making Eric's smirk widen. "And it's not a compliment," you add.

"You want a piece?" "If I do, you owe me a meal because I'm on my lunch break right now." You negotiate says, pulling your Y/H/C, Y/H/T hair into a ponytail. "Deal," "I'll do it," Four says, standing next to Eric. "Aw, even after you dumped him, he's still looking after you." Eric snarks.

"Well at least he can keep someone longer than a night, which really speaks about your performance, doesn't it?" You snarks, making some close by initiates chuckle. Eric sends them a glare and they freeze in fear. "But I think they can learn more from me and Four than me and you," you tell Eric.

"Y/N," Four starts. "Come on, it'll be like old times. But I won't go easy on you," "I don't want to hurt you," Four says. "You won't if you keep it a friendly competition," you pull off your sweater, revealing your black sports bra and tattoos sitting proudly on your hips. Four loved kissing those tattoos.

Four eyes scans your body for a moment before rolling up his sleeves. "Alright, let's do it." "Look alive everyone, you're about the witness a pretty damn good fight. Pay close attention and learn from it." Eric announces. You and Four walk on to the ring and stand on both sides of the square.

You both get into your stances and Four makes the first move. You dodge the first two punches he made and launches a side kick to his abdomen. He stumbles back and smiles at you. He missed this. He missed you. He decides to get into your personal space and overwhelm you with hook and straight punches.

You blocks as much as you could but you took two hits to your jaw. You jump back and kicks his side with a roundhouse kick. A moment after you land, you glide your left leg across on the floor and trips him. "Whoah, how did she do that?" "They didn't teach us that." The initiates talk among themselves but couldn't tear eyes away from the fight.

You were on the ground now and tried to put Four into a choke hold. Four knew it was coming so he made sure to put his arms up close to his head to you couldn't get a grip on his throat. He pulled your legs open and attempted to choke you out with his forearms. You slammed your fists on the crooks of his elbows to break his grip.

When he does, you traps one of his legs with yours and thrusts your hips so he would fall on his back next to you. You used your forearms to jump to your feet and gave Four a hand to get up. He gets up and turns you around so your back hits his chest. He wraps an arm around your neck but you ducks your chin into your own chest.

You hold onto his arm and jumps up to use your momentum to throw him over you. You grabbed his arm and pressed your knee into his solar plexus. "Hi," you whisper. "Hey." They looked into each other eyes and you add," "That's all you get to see today, guys. Practice what you learned from the fight, you're going to need it."

"You heard her. Keep practicing," Eric commands. They both stand from the ground and Four says, "You need to go to the infermery," "Oh come on, I've dealt with worse." You say as you put on your sweater. "Y/N," Four looks at your with his eyes laced with pure concern. "You didn't hurt me. I'm okay." "We need to talk," he says lowly.

"My place after dinner," you say. Four walks away and you sigh. "I didn't reignite a flame, did I?" "You wish, play boy," you says before pulling your hair back.

Later that night, Four walks into your apartment. You was in the middle of making tea when you heard Four say, "Why did you do it?" "It's best if you don't know," "Clearly, that's not the case here." "It won't give anybody any closure," you say, turning around and pressing your back into the counter.

"Why did you spend three years gaining my trust and making me fall for you so you can just drop me like I was nothing!" He snaps, making you wince. "Four, I never meant-" "Tell me," he says more calmly. You cross your arms and narrow your eyes as Theo steps closer to you.

He leans his body against the wall and lean his arm above his head. Your eyes graze over the exposed skin below his shirt. His dark, raven eyes burrowed into yours. "My Dad threatened to put his hitmen on you if I went through with the marriage," you explain.

"Typical Y/F/N," Four says, clenching his jaw as he looks out the window. "He always gets what he wants. It's sickening." You say, your skin crawling with disgust. "Who did he set you up with?" "Some cousin of Max,"

"Did you meet him yet?" "I'm suppose to have dinner with him tomorrow night, but.." Your tongue darts across your lips for moisture.

"Don't go," "I have to, Four," "No, you don't. You're all I have, Y/N. And I'm not going to let you marry some random prick you barely know." "That's not worth your life!" "That's not your call!" "You can be so damn stubborn, I swear to God." "Yeah? Well right back at you,"

He walks up to you and you hold in a breath. He hands trail from your jawline to your arms and stops at your hips. He leans his forehead against yours and his breathing became jagged. "I know that I hurt you deep, and I'm sorry." You hold the back of his head and press a warm kiss on his lips.

His hand slide behind your thighs and lift you on the counter before burying his face into your neck. He wraps his arms around your torso as he pulls you closer. You slide your hands under his arms and rest your face on his shoulder.

"There's no one in this world that can hurt me like you can, Y/N." he croaks. "I thought that it was for the best. Your life matters to me more than anything else." You say as he rubs circles on the back of his neck. "My life doesn't matter unless you're in it." He pulls away from you just enough to see your face.

You brush away the tears from his cheeks and peck kisses all over his face. "What are we going to do about Y/F/N?" You ask. "I'm not leaving. I don't care if I die." "If you die, then I guess I'm dying with you." His lips tugs into a small smile as he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear.

And in that moment, you had the greatest idea you've had in a long time. His eyes soften and he asked, "What is it?" "What do you say about knocking some hit men off the board?" You ask. "When do we start?"

[thr-333]

Drastic Measures- Part 12

@daminette-december2019-2020

~Soul Mate~

I would like to point out that in my plan for this chapter i wrote ‘magic beam pew pew’ I take my work very seriously.

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“Were you like this for me?” Adrien pokes her with his foot.

“Worse believe it or not,” Marinette stares dreamily at the snowglobe, as she had been for the last hour.

“Terrifying," Adrien leans over her, teasing her, "You go it baaadd~”

“Adrien!” She pushes him away, blush taking over her face, “Plagg says something about cheese, not boys!”

“There’s an Akuma,” Plagg says deadpan, not what she was looking for but it will do.

“Saved by the moth,” Adrien jokes, opening the window.

“And they’re about to be saved by the bug,”

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 “I hate love Akuma,” Ladybug laments at the man heartbroken and sobbing, making it everyone else's problem.

“At least this one isn’t brainwashing anyone, maybe we should let it run around for a bit, let some people find their other half?” Ladybug sends Chat a death glare, “... orrr we could do our job and you stop glaring at me like that, that works too,”

“Ladybug,” Batman lands behind her, Ladybug can just feel her irritation rise.

“If you say what I think you’re going to say I am not helping,” She stares him down, completely serious. She. Is. Done.

“You’re a distraction, you need to leave-” That. Is. It.

“Chat make some popcorn we’ve got a show to watch,” Ladybug turns around, plopping herself on the edge of the building.

“Just couldn't help yourself could you?” Chat Noir asks Batman before joining her.

“You-”

“I’ll help when you apologize,” Ladybug cuts him off. Batman glares down at them for a few minutes before leaving to help the chaos below.

“Sooo, soul mates? do those actually exist?” Chat asks, the Akuma apparently trying to find their's as whoever they hit would have a line leading them to their soulmate. Meaning everyone hit was freaking out.

“Master Fu said they did, but I don’t think it's necessarily a romantic connection,” Below people with their act together are chasing after the lines while the Akuma wails they haven't found theirs yet.

“No?” The Akuma isn’t attacking anyone per se, just throwing the Bat pack back when they get too close.

“He said a soul mate was like a balance someone who is your opposite but also complementary,” Ladybug explains, “You balance each other out, strengthening each other,”

“Like us?” Chat grins, in the past it would have been an opportunity to flirt not anymore.

“Ideally, but Master Fu told me we weren't soulmates, that the balance was off, that's probably why this has been so difficult,” They might have been able to defeat Hawkmoth by now if they were.

“We still get along,” Chat looks wounded, Ladybug snapping back from her thoughts.

“Of course we do,” She quickly redeems, “Honestly I can’t picture a better partner,”

“Not even-”

“Finish that thought and I’ll throw you right off the roof,” Marinette glares knowing exactly where that's going.

“Fine, fine,” Chat surrenders, focusing again on the chaos below, “So what happens if you don’t find your soul mate?”

“Nothing usually, lots of people don't, as long as they're out there somewhere in the universe you’re at balance,” Ladybug still feels bad for the careless implication earlier, “Lucky Charm,”

“If they’re not?” Chat asks catching the Lucky Charm, a bucket of popcorn just their luck.

“If they’re gone they lose that balance, people can get a little unstable, traits becoming more extreme,” Ladybug munches on the popcorn with chat, “For a lot of people it’s not noticeable besides a mood swing but if you had a strong connection then the effects can be more drastic,”

“Think that happened Hawkmoth?” He says idly watching as a couple gets hit and their lines don't lead to each other.

“Maybe,” She hums as they start yelling at each other for cheating.

“Egh, Hawkmoth in a relationship? imagine if he had a child?” They both make a face, “They’d probably be a dick,”

“What?” Nightwing calls, trying to break up the fighting couple.

“Huh?” 

“Nevermind!” Nightwing says quickly, getting hit over the head with a purse.

“Again, soulmates aren't inherently romantic,” Should probably tell the couple down there that, “But having someone that balances you perfectly can lead to romance,”

“Or a killer friendship,” Robin runs in to help break up the fight. It’s getting busy people apparently learning about the Akuma's power and now the Bats are mainly busy with crowd control.

“We don’t need to be soul mates to have that,” Ladybug smiles, stealing the popcorn.

“Pound it,” They say at the same time, falling into comfortable silence at the show below.

“Think we should help?” Chat asks eventually the streets crowded, the bats fruitlessly trying to keep people away from the dangerous Akuma.

“Have I gotten an apology?” Ladybug asks, feeling some satisfaction as a lady slaps Batman. Alright, a lot of satisfaction.

“Robin’s struggling,” And he really was trying to drag a hysterical teen away from the Akuma.

“Eh, he tried to stab me, call this payback,” And it looked like the teen wanted to stab him.

“Damn try to stab you find out who your soulmate is?” Chat whistles as the Akuma tries to hit Robin, “You drive a tough ship Milady,”

“Seriously Chat, edge of the building, can push you right off,”

“But you wo- AH!” 

“Oh, but I will,”

She swings her legs. Chat catches himself as she knew he would and joins her back on the rooftop. Ladybug munches on the popcorn watching as Robin tries to avoid the beam while keeping people back.

It’s fun until it has consequences.

Robin gets hit, which would be all well and good if the line appearing wasn't connected directly to her. Robin looks up the line, finding a frozen Ladybug looking below.

“... Well Milady,” Chat gives an awkward thumbs up, “Good for you,”

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 “He might not be your real soulmate,” Adrien pats her back, Marinette's head buried into the pillows, “It was an Akuma's magic,”

“An Akuma is from miraculous magic,” Marinette complains, muffled into the pillows, “If there's one thing in the universe that can recognize soul mates it’s miraculous,”

“Alright let's calm down,” Adrien pushes her over so she is staring up at the ceiling, “You said soul mates don't have to be romantic, so really this doesn't change anything,”

“But Robin?” Marinette sits up cringing.

“Do you really hate him that much?” Adrien asks genuinely, Marinette flops back onto the bed.

“Ugh, no, I don’t hate him at all, mad at him sure, generally annoyed yes, but not hate,” She takes the snowglobe Damian brought her, looking at it sadly, “I just… can’t see why he is,”

“Could have been worse,” Adrien's tone turns lighter, obviously he’s about to try and cheer her up, keyword try, “What if your soul mate was Lila- AH!”

“You need to stop standing on ledges when you annoy me,” Marinette looks at him dispassionately as Adrien is sprawled over the floor.

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 She’s my soul mate! Ladybug is my soul mate

A cautious skeptical part of his mind warns that might not be right. It was a villain's magic, they could have been trying to manipulate them, it may be random or not accurate. Still, all of that depended on soul mates actually existing in the first place. But none of it mattered as Damian was practically giddy at the revelation.

He flops back on his bed staring dreamily at the ceiling. And yet still something nags at him. Not caution over being lied to or manipulated. It’s a feeling of loss. And he can’t figure out where it’s coming from.

Damian sighs in annoyance turning over to face his desk. He might as well get some work done. He freezes. Draped on the chair is the sweater Marinette made him. The feeling claws uncomfortably at his chest, worsening until he is forced to turn away.

Ladybug is my soul mate

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 “Hey does anyone know why Bruce is having a heart attack,” Jason walks into the cave, throwing his helmet to the side, “And follow up, who caused it? I’d like to personally thank them,”

“Jason!” Dick chides, still hovering around a catatonic Bruce.

“It was me? I wasn't even in town,” Jason whistles, “I have to pat  myself on the back for that one usually it takes a lot more effort,”

“It’s not you, it’s Damian,” Dick rolls his eyes, leaving the unresponsive Batman.

“What did demon spawn do?”

“He’s going to marry Ladybug!” Dick whisper shouts, excitement practically radiating off him.

“... how long was I gone for?” Jason asks, “I was gone for three days, did Gotham get stuck in some time paradox no one bothered to mention?”

Did the demon spawn really propose? Honestly, it wouldn't have been the craziest thing their family has done, actually, it would be borderline sane in comparison.

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[warriorteam1924]

Something to remember me by

Joe Mazzello & John Deacon

Author note : Hi my beauties !! Here we go again for DeazzelloWeek 2020, hosted by the kind @roger-taylors-car. For this sixth day I’m trying to fit the prompt​​  'Time Travel’. Perso, this one is my fave. I’ve really enjoyed writing it. So I hope you enjoy as well. Thanks in advance for the feedback and sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language.

Summary : Time flies. Literally....

Word Count: 3,578 Words

Warnings: None. Just fiction around here 

Permanent taglist : @anotheronebitesthedick, @reavenedges-lies​​, @thosequeenboys​​, @orionis8689​​, @roger-taylors-car​

New York City, 2008

 Joe Mazzello was wandering in the streets, drinking his coffee, without milk of course, letting his legs guide him in the City that never sleeps. He was trying to lead his minds to happy thoughts. Last time he was actually shooting for his last movie was in 2005. He sighed a little. Really, there was nothing to complain about, he had been acting since he was a little boy and financially speaking, he could still afford a fancy living. But still. He loved his job. Being behind the camera was really cool as well, but portraying someone, anyone, was something that actually animated him. His friends often made fun of him when he would say ‘I was born to do it’, but this was truly how he felt.

 The streets of Manhattan were quite agitated that day, so he decided carry on his walk in Central Park. It was still a bit cold but the fresh air and the surrounding trees would only do good to him. And to his current mood. This was what he really loved about Big Apple. The fact one could find anything there. A little world inside the world as he liked to say. A melting pot, where you could find anything you needed, at any time, the City that never sleeps, with big spots like Time Square, but also a more peaceful side, with natural places such as Central Parc obviously. Joe also thought about Roosevelt Island, where he loved to seat in from of the skyline of Manhattan. He thought about getting back there really soon, this was also such a really nice place.

 He carried on walking a little and spotted a bench where he planned to sit and merely look around, enjoying the quietness of the moment. The lake facing him was peaceful and the ducks were happily putting their heads under the water and cleaning their feathers. Joe noticed a man was taking pictures. His camera seemed quite big, maybe he was a professional or something. It was not rare to see people immortalize such cute scenes.

 Joe was still staring at the man when he frowned a little. In fact, it was a little weird. The man seemed quite young, maybe around his own age. He had long wavy hair and was wearing a mere vest and blue jeans, but also platform boots. Joe was not someone to judge, anyone, especially in New York City, could put on the clothes they wished to wear. But the fact was the man seemed to be out of time.

 Joe was naturally very curious and could not help but stand up and come closer to the mysterious man, pretending he was carrying on his walk. The man looked at him and smiled as he got closer to him.

 “These ducks are cute.”, the long haired man suddenly said, still smiling.

 “They are yes.”, Joe replied as he stood next to the man, looking at the ducks as well.

 “I’m sorry. I’m usually quite shy, but I thought I might start the conversation....”, the man carried on, looking at his feet.

 “It’s okay, don’t worry. Egh.... Is everything okay?”, Joe awkwardly asked.

 “Not really.”, the man almost apologized. “I would like to ask you something but you’re going to make fun of me, I’m quite sure of it....”, the man affirmed.

 “Well, go ahead, and we will see.”, Joe tried to reassure him.

 “What year is it?”

 “What year?”, Joe repeated, quite puzzled.

 “Yes, I know this is weird, but I would like to be sure.”

 “Well, we are in 2008, as far as I know.”, Joe tried to joke a little.

 “2008!”, the man repeated, incredulous. This time he looked at Joe directly in the eyes and the latter could see the man was not faking, nor did he seem to be out of his mind. He merely looked puzzled, maybe a bit worried and anxious. Joe could see he was thinking, trying to figure something out.

 “Is everything okay, mate?”, Joe questioned him, because he had been silent for a good whole minute, lost in his thoughts.

 “Not really.”, the man said no with his face. “I have no idea what I’m doing here.”. The wind blew a little and the man shivered.

 “I’m Joe. Joe Mazzello. The kid from Jurassic Parc.”, Joe tried again to appease the atmosphere.

 “I have no idea what this means, but Joe it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m John Deacon, bassist for the band Queen.”

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 The electrical kettle stopped by itself with a little ‘ding’, letting Joe know the water was boiling. John was sited at the kitchen table, looking at all the electronic things surrounding him. As he had studied electrical engineering, all of this was fascinating to him. Joe served tea, and sat in front on him, trying to remain calm. He had no idea why but he had merely followed his instinct and had asked the man if he wanted to come to his apartment to talk a little more. It sounded crazy, as the stranger could be a very dangerous serial killer, but Joe could feel in his guts the man needed help. It was as if destiny had put him on his path that very day.

 “So. Tell me again what had happened. I’m not sure I understood.”, Joe asked. The man took a sip of tea and licked his lips.

 “Hum, this is good, thank you.”, he started to say, putting his cup on the table. “Yesterday, I was in Japan with my band, Queen. I’m bassist for the band. And we were visiting before giving our gig. I love Japan. Last time I’ve been there, I did not enjoy fully because my wife was expecting. Our first. I was nervous, but I tried to take as many pictures as I could for them to see.”, John carried on, showing his camera.

 “Yeah, yeah. Facts, please. You’re a member of Queen and you come from Japan.”

 “That’s right, I’m John Richard Deacon, and I was born on August 19th, 1951. I’m bassist from Queen. Yesterday, it was 1976 and I was in Japan. Today, it’s 2008, I’m in New York City it seems, and I have no clue what is going on.”, John tried to be clear.

 Joe looked at him and sighed as he passed his hands in his hair. How could this man in front of him pretend he had been travelling in time. And how could he be sure he was indeed the man he was saying he was? Joe looked around him, thinking as John was quietly sipping his tea.

 “Stay here, just one minute. I’m coming back in a moment.”, Joe warned him as he stood up to go in the living room and John nodded.

 His computer was on and the internet was working. This would be the easiest way to find out the truth. Joe quickly opened a random browser and searched ‘Queen’. Several picture of the group appeared but he tried to focus on the band members he actually did not know. Freddie Mercury was the one with the moustache, obviously. According to the legend of the picture, the curly haired man was Brian  May, the guitarist. The blond, and quite handsome, Joe had to admit, was the drummer. Last name. John Deacon, bassist for Queen. Yet, the picture’s date was from the mid 80’s it seemed. The long haired man in his kitchen looked nothing like the permed one on the picture he had opened. Joe remembered what John had told him. ‘Yesterday was 1976 in Japan.’ So he opened a new page and searched more precisely : ‘John Deacon, 1976.’ The images started to show and Joe understood he did not have to search more precisely with the word ‘Japan’. The picture in the browser were clear enough. The man in his kitchen was indeed John Richard Deacon, but from 1976. This was a total nonsense.

 “Oh, is this a computer?”, Joe heard him say behind him, making him startle. “I’ve studied electrical engineering, this looks interesting.”, he carried on as he came closer.

 Joe was obviously no Queen expert but he was aware lead singer Freddie Mercury had died in the early 1990’s. John should not know this information. Thus, Joe decided to close all the windows and turned to him, anxiously smiling.  

 “Yes this is a computer, but it would be too long to explain how it actually works. So.... I have no idea how this had happened, but you’re John Deacon. No doubt about it. And you look like you’re coming from the 70’s.”, Joe tried to summarize.

 “1976.”, John specified.

 “Yeah, 1976.”, Joe repeated, trying to remain calm. “This must be a dream.... Some kind of fantasy.”

 “Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?”, John tried to appease the atmosphere, even if deep inside he was certainly as scared as his host.

 “What?”

 “These are from Bohemian Rhapsody. From our album a Night at the Opera.”, the bassist precised. “Seems our song did not became a hit after all....”, he sighed.

 “Well. I guess I can’t really tell you this kind of information, can I? It would modify some things about your future. About the future at all I guess.”, Joe shrugged.

 “You must be right. But I still can’t understand why I’m here. I mean, there must be some reason....”, John pointed out.

 Joe looked at him, not knowing what to say. Yes, he had agreed to help him, but he was not magician nor some psychic. How could he know why John had ended up here and there? He remained silent, completely lost in his thoughts.

 “Erh.... I don’t know, are we related or something?”, John asked.

 “What? No, of course not !!”, Joe hastily replied, but immediately regretted talking to the bassist this way. He was certainly as lost as he was at this very moment. “I mean, I don’t think so....”, he carried, almost apologizing. “Sorry, it’s just this situation is very unlikely and I’m a bit nervous.”

 “And I’m totally terrified.”, John very surprisingly very calmly said. “My wife and my kid are in England, I guess. I was already stressed to let them alone. Now, I’m in God knows what future, stuck with someone I don’t even know, with no idea on how to go back.”, he said,  his voice trembling a little this time.

 “You seem really young to have a kid.”, Joe tried to make him speak about his family, hoping it would calm him down a little. Well, he was hoping to think about something else as well.

 “I’m 25.”, John replied, sitting on the couch.

 Joe frowned. “I’m 25 too.”, he pointed out. “Maybe this is our first clue.”, he came to sit next to him. “Keep talking to me about you, John, about your family, about Queen, about Japan. Maybe I’ll think of something.”

 John raised his eyebrow but nodded. He explained his life to Joe, who tried to engrave the elements the bassist was giving him, hoping this messy puzzle would become a clear image in his mind. Yet, the musician was talking and talking, tenderly when it was about his wife and his son, passionately about Queen and his music, inspired about Japan. Joe was not particularly fond of rock and roll and the band’s music, even if he knew some of their biggest hits, but it was a real pleasure to listen to John. His nosy voice and his British accent, the way he was standing on the couch, shyly smiling while talking, Joe could not help but have a good feeling about him. And eventually, dream or not, he was glad this was happening to him, even if he still had no clue on how and why this had occurred.

 At the end of the afternoon, John stomach started to make strong noises and Joe realized he had not even offered him something to eat. He stood up and phoned the Japanese restaurant at the corner of the street to be delivered some specialties from the country of the rising sun. Very soon, a man rang at the door and the food was served on the coffee table in front of the couch.

 John was delighted. He really loved Japan and to have food delivered was some kind of a science fiction movie to him, but again, he tried not to think about it. Inside the boxes was a tiny origami bird. He handed it to John.

 “I know it does not come directly from Japan, but maybe Robert will love it.”, he shrugged.

 “This is very thoughtful, thank you.”, John replied as he took it and put in inside the note book he always had with him. “I’m sure he will love it, when he will be older.”

 “Yeah, sure.”, the actor carried on, awkwardly passing his hand in his hair. “I’m sorry, John, really.”

 “Sorry? Why?”, John asked.

 “Sorry about all of this. I mean, you’re here and I don’t even know what to do. Maybe we will find something tomorrow, after we’ve slept a little. The day has been quite long and full of emotions.”, Joe stated.

 “Sounds like a plan to me.”, John agreed.

 Joe stood up to tidy up the dishes and the bassist followed him to help. Back in the kitchen, John looked around him again. All of this was so weird, all those machines, he wondered how they worked. Joe was loading his dishwasher and John smiled. Around his neck, his camera was still hanging. He looked at it and noticed there was one slot left before the end of the roll. He tried to place himself properly, holding the camera before him, trying to have Joe in his shot.

 “Joe?”, he asked.

 “Yup”, the other replied and suddenly closed his eyes because of the flash. He heard the roll make a weird noise inside the camera.

 “It was the last one.”, John said, looking at his camera. “I hope it will be nice.”

 Again, Joe did not know what to reply. They headed back to the living room, where the actor gave the musician extra sheets for him to sleep, or at least try, on the couch.

 “I will be in my bedroom. Just call me if there is anything wrong or if you need anything.”, Joe told him, trying not to yawn.

 “I will. Thank you, Joe. I would certainly still be totally lost without you.”, John replied.

 “Ah, don’t you worry. We will think of something tomorrow, for sure.”, he said, as they both went to bed.

 The following morning, when Joe opened his eyes, he had almost forgotten the stranger was still in his living room. He quickly got dressed and headed to the corridor, ready to face this new day and ready to find a solution for John. Yet, when he entered the room, it was all quiet. The sheets were still on the couch, but the musician was nowhere to be found. Joe called him and search his apartment but the man had merely vanished. Joe came back to sit in front the coffee table where they had diner the previous night. The situation was getting even weirder. John would certainly not have gone without a word. Or maybe he had not been given the choice? Or maybe it had all happened in his mind?

 Joe noticed another origami on the table, slightly bigger than the one he had found in one of the food boxes. He took it and laughed a little. The animal looked like an dinosaure, or maybe some creature like Godzilla. At the bottom, in a tiny handwriting was noted ‘Something to remember me by’.

 Maybe it had not all happened in his mind after all.

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 London, 2018.

 Joe Mazzello was hanging around in the set of the movie Bohemian Rhapsody. He had been picked to portray the bassist from Queen in the biopic about lead singer Freddie Mercury. In fact, the actor had been really convincing during the auditions. His knowledge about Queen and more precisely about John Deacon had really impressed.

 Joe had never mentioned it, but it had not been necessary for him to look up for much information about the bassist on the Internet. John and him had had a very long afternoon chatting together. Yet, the actor, still fearing he had dreamed it all, had never tried to get in touch with the musician. And he knew he was now retired, only willing to have a peaceful life with his family.

 Yet, Joe could not help but ask Brian May and Roger Taylor, quite active on the set, if John was going to appear at some point. The answer was always the same though. And the end of the filming was getting closer and closer. But Joe understood it. He was aware losing his dad when a teen and losing his best friend because of Aids had certainly been very hard situations to handle.

 Eventually, this was it. This was the end of the filming. Joe perfectly knew this feeling. He had been acting since forever it seemed. But with Bohemian Rhapsody, it was different. He now had the feeling he could really understand what they meant when they say ‘we are a family’ in the movie. He felt this way with his now friends but also co-stars. Rami, Lucy, Gwilym and of course Ben. All of them had become really close. Joe knew actors usually parted at the end of a filming, the feeling of sadness fading after a while, people checking on each other less and less regularly after a few weeks, but he knew this time, it was different. Joe could not explain it, but he knew those people were now real friends.

 On the very last day, as they were all together having a nice time, merely snacking and randomly talking, Brian came closer to Joe and handed him an envelope. Joe frowned a little but a smile appeared on his lips when the guitarist whispered in his ear :

 “This is from Deaky.”

 Joe hastily opened the envelope and unfolded the letter to read it at once.

 ‘Dear Joe,

 I’ve been thinking about this letter for quite a while, I must admit. But what would I say? How could I start? How?

 We both were 25 when we first met. I, too, thought I was completely mad when I woke up in a hotel room bed in Japan, back in 1976. But a few days later, I understood it was not the case at all.

 First, when I opened my note book, I found a little origami bird. This was your present for my son, Robert. I think he still has it. It was a gift from you, a friend who lend me a hand when I was lost.

 Second, the last slot from my roll. What was my surprise when I looked at all the pictures I had taken. All wonderful memories from Japan, its superbe nature, its typical buildings, the people I had met, the traditions I had tried to immortalize, but also ducks in a park. And you. You and I. In your kitchen, back (or forwards? I’m not even sure myself) in 2008. 10 years ago for us now.

 I think I know now why something happened that day. You and I were meant to meet. Destiny had decided to take my best friend way too soon, but when Bri and Rog told me about the movie, I thought of you at once. The kid from Jurassic Park. Back then, when we were in Central Park, it had made no sense for me. But when the movie came out in theaters I recognized you of course. And when my band mates came to me to speak about the actors who could portray my person, this was the expression I used, because I wanted no one else but you, kid. And they perfectly knew why, as I told them our very story a long time ago.

 Today, I’ve found my balance with my family and my retirement. Bri and Rog perfectly understand it, and I hope you do too, this is why I won’t come on the set. But I’m sure you and your partners have made an excellent work and that Queen’s music still has many years of success ahead.

 I hope nothing but the best for you, kid. And maybe we will meet again, who knows?

 Friendly yours,

 JR Deacon

 PS : I’ve left something in the envelope, just in case you would need some evidence of our meeting.’

 Joe finished reading and laughed. He looked more carefully in the envelop and something fell on the floor. He took it back and tears came to his eyes. This was the very last picture John had taken with this very roll in 2008. Joe and him were in his New York City’s kitchen, right after he had finished loaded the dishwasher. The two young men were clearly visible on the picture.

 “Oh my gosh.”, he eventually said.

 “What it is, buddy?”, Ben asked, a little concerned by the several emotions Joe had been showing.

 “This is quite a long and strange story, to be honest.”, Joe started to say.

 “39’, here we go again.”, Roger joked as he sat back on his chair to listen to the actor.

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

Littlest Winchester - Part 2

[this gif makes me laugh]

Part 2 – Typhoid Mary

Summary: Sapphire is sick while her dad and uncle are out on a hunt. She thinks she’s well enough to help find Jack.

Warnings: sick OC reader, puking, tooth rotting fluff.

a/n: Reader/Sapphire: 11 years old; Set during Season: 13

a/n #2: Figured I’d write a fluffy fic for Jen @supernatural-jackles​ one of my favorite fan fic authors on this platform, and one of a few who have inspired me to write, hopefully this helps put a smile on your face and feel all warm and fuzzy. :3

~

When she woke up, it was later than usual. But Dean and Sam left a note for her for when she did wake up.

Hey Blue,

Uncle Sammy and I are helping Cas on a case that might involve Jack. If you could look up some stuff on the case that would be much appreciated. Sam left you his laptop in the library.

Call me if you find anything. Love you Princess.

- Dad

She could feel pressure in her head, her nose stuffy and runny, her eyes even itched a bit. They felt watery. And she had a pretty nasty cough. But she felt fine enough to sit and chill out at the computer all day to help her dad on the case.

She made herself a hot chocolate, warming up some milk, tossing in some marshmallows. She went into the library ready to go.

-

The case was a bust, no sign of Jack. Cas left to see if Heaven could help. Sam and Dean rented out a motel for the night, ready to leave for the bunker in the morning.

Her coughing fits got worse as the day progressed. Her headache got to the point it has made her cry. A constant fill in pressure, her eyes felt like they were gonna explode and if she couldn’t smell a thing. Her stomach decided to add to the torment and not agree with her, period.

Her stomach did a flip after said coughing fit. She leapt from her seat running for the nearest bathroom. Only to make it to the trashcan in the kitchen. Puking whatever contents in her stomach there was. Brushing it aside, she not only brought the trashcan with her, she headed back to the library, sat at Sam’s laptop and got back at it.

Sam had gone to bed early, Dean was looking at cases involving Jack. And then his phone rang. It was Sapphire.

“Hey Blue, found anything?” Dean asked.

“No, nothing.” She said. Her voice sounding rough, and clearly sick.

“You sound awful, you okay?” Dean asked.

“It’s just a cold, I’m fine, I’ll live.” She said.

“Don’t lie to me baby, you know what I said about that?” Dean said knowingly.

She sighed.

“My head feels like it’s gonna split in two, my nose is stuffed up, my throat hurts, and I threw up…twice.” She says.

“Alright.” Dean goes. powering down his laptop. Getting up to wake up Sam. “I’m waking up Sam and we’re leaving, now.” Dean says. “I’ll be home soon.” He adds.

As he nudges Sam’s shoulder harshly, waking him. “What Dean?” He goes, annoyed.

He points to his phone.

“No, Daddy, I’m fine. I made it this long being sick.” She says.

“We’ll hand whatever case to another capable hunter, right now, my daughter is sick. And I’m heading home to help her.” He says. “Now, power down Sam’s laptop, and get to bed.” He tells her.

“Okay daddy.” She says. Sounding tired and exhausted.

“You’ll be better in no time.” He says. Before exchanging I love you’s and hanging up.

“How bad?” Sam asked as he got dressed.

“I won’t know until I take her temp, she says she’s got a headache, stuffy nose and she puked a couple times.” Dean says.

“Sounds like the flu.” Sam goes.

“Maybe.” Dean agrees. “But, let’s get going.” Dean urges. Having already packed his stuff and is loading the impala.

She sat in the library, too tired to even move. She just closed out of the databases that were being used to find Jack, and opened up Google Chrome and began watching Markiplier on YouTube.

-

Her dad must have been speeding or was not that far from Lebanon, Dean came walking down the halls after dropping his bags off to his room and not seeing Sapphire in her room, he headed to the library. He saw her sitting at the table, on Sam’s laptop, watching a dude playing a video game. His antics making his daughter giggle.

“Hey baby girl.” He says upon entering.

“Hi daddy.” She said. She sounded weak and exhausted.

“I’ll have Sam get this laptop hooked up in your room, but let’s get you to bed.” He says.

He works her into his arms, and he carry’s her effortlessly to her room. She had dozed right off in his arms.

He lays her down gently, so as to not upset her stomach. He moves her heavy blankets to her feet, leaving her in the sheet blanket. He heads to the bathroom grabbing the thermometer. Coaxing her awake enough to get it in her mouth.

After a few minutes Dean pulled it out.

104.

Most fever reducers have doses made for kids 12 and over. Sapphire just turned 11. She’s still a bit young to be taking that kind of medicine. Sam decided to make a run to a nearby Pharmacy, grabbing a kid friendly fever reducer for kids 12 and under.

Dean gave her, her first dose. He grabs one of her chairs in her room, an oversized bean bag chair, and sat next to her bedside, keeping watch over her.

Sapphire slept soundly despite her symptoms. She woke up to her father, sleeping in the bean bag chair, holding her hand.

She still felt sick, but at least she didn’t feel like throwing up.

She wiped her eyes with her free hand. Waking her father.

“Hey Princess, how you feeling?” He asks. Gently brushing her hair from her eyes with his free hand.

“Egh.” She groans.

“Still crappy, huh?” he asks. she nods.

“Well then, we’re taking off today to take care of you.” He says, getting up.

“I’ll have Sam go get us some soup, crackers, meds, the works.” He says. “You just rest up in bed. ‘Kay?” he goes.

“Okay.” She says. How can she argue when she feels this sick?

And Dean goes to the kitchen to tell Sam exactly what he told her, and with that Sam is out buying canned soup, meds, and Dean is disinfecting the bunker.

“Dean, I have news.” Cas says, entering the kitchen.

“It’ll have to wait Cas.” Dean says.

“What are you doing?” Cas says, looking confused.

None of the Winchester brothers ever got sick, and Sapphire hardly ever got sick. But ever since she started up with school after summer break, it just popped up out of nowhere.

“Just disinfecting the bunker so no one catches whatever she’s got, miss Typhoid Mary in there.” Dean jokes, half kiddingly. Pointing to Sapphire’s room.

“It’s just the cold Dean, it’s not all that contagious.” Cas says knowingly. Causing Dean to look unamused at the angel.

“I’m not taking chances Cas, just go on your lead on Jack, I’ll have Sam help you when he can, ‘kay.” Dean says. “But I’m staying here with my girl, making sure she gets better.” Dean says.

Cas nods. “Very well Dean, I’ll call if anything changes.” He says.

“Sounds good Cas.” Dean says.

After cooking the soup, Dean enters her room, seeing her watching YouTube again.

“Why not just ask uncle Sammy to get you a console, and some games and play these yourself?” Dean asked, as he sat her dinner tray near her on her bed.

“These are PC games Dad, I’d need a gaming computer.” She says.

“We’ll get that too.” Dean says.

“Dad, it’s fine. I like watching it. it’s funny seeing him fail.” She says giggling at Mark failing at FNAF Help Wanted VR. “’Sides, I’d be cheating.” She says pointing at the video.

“Yeah, I guess.” Dean says. Just not getting it, how she finds that entertaining.

“Mind if I hang out with and watch?” he asks.

Might as well see what all the fuss is about though. He thought.

“Sure. If you don’t think Typhoid Mary here’s gonna get you sick.” She says, eyeing him. Making him chuckle.

“I was just joking around with Cas.” Dean says, setting in behind her. kissing the top of her head. “I love you baby girl.” He says.

“I love you too daddy.” She says as she dug in her bowl of chicken noodle soup.

~

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[woolishlygrim]

Winter Weebwatch #9

Taking advantage of Tumblr’s draft feature to write this into Tumblr in bits and bobs. Streamlining this whooole process.

Also, Pet didn’t air this week, so I presume it’ll be back next week.

Darwin’s Game.

★☆☆☆☆

Wow! A Darwin’s Game episode I actually remember! This is amazing!

But unfortunately it also had a really weird and uncomfortable scene involving Sui, and that’s … egh, I really considered just dropping the show this week because of it, and to be honest I still might, but I gave Plunderer enough proverbial rope to hang itself, so I may as well do the same here. Either way, I’m hacking off two stars for it.

Beyond that, this episode concludes the Hidden Treasure Game arc, with our protagonist (I still have no idea what his name is) finding the treasure and getting a few boons because of it: A ton of points, a conversation with the Game Master (in which he professes that he didn’t create the game, only the interface for it), and one favour of his choice. That favour turns out to be a month of training with the Boxing Gym Clan that the speedster from a few episodes ago is a part of, and the chance to offer an alliance between clans to said box-y punch-y clan.

All in all, this is an episode which caps off the arc in a predictable but engaging enough fashion. The protagonist’s ploy to distract Snakey Dude Man (I know none of these character’s names except Sui, and that’s only because she’s a hydrokinetic whose name means ‘water’) is so simplistic that it kind of falls flat as the show’s attempt to convince us that Protag Guy is some great strategic planner, but sure, fine, whatever.

We have our main antagonist now, at least.

In/Spectre.

★★★☆☆

Good news! Not a flashback episode. Bad news! Partly a flashback episode, partly just set-up for the next episode.

I have to admit, In/Spectre is growing on me, though. I don’t know what it is, it’s just sort of slowly worming its way into my good graces despite having not much about it that’s really that remarkable.

This episode sees us get some backstory on Rikka, mostly how she is both immortal (due to consuming the kudan and mermaid flesh, like Kuro did) and how she is sick (but unable to die, due to the aforementioned), and was discharged from hospital a year prior, living with Kotoko until she eventually vanished.

This actually sets up a really interesting state of play for the next episode, since now there’s another hitch in Kotoko’s plan: Kuro can change the future every time he dies, slowly steering events towards Kotoko’s desired outcome, but Rikka can do the same, steering events towards her own desired outcome, making the upcoming battle a case of ‘who can put themselves closest to their end goal while making the other person’s end goal less plausible and so requiring more steps to get to.’ That’s actually a really interesting set-up for a battle of wits.

ID: Invaded.

★★★☆☆

Well, ID: Invaded’s five star streak had to end eventually.

In fairness, this isn’t a bad episode by any stretch, it’s actually pretty good (if I could do half stars, I’d give it three-and-a-half for sure), it just doesn’t really manage to live up to the potential the previous episode set up.

As Narihisago continues living out his new life in the Well-within-a-Well, Kiki disappears in mysterious circumstances, with thirteen nurses falling asleep and Kiki mysteriously vanishing while they were unconscious, despite the fact that there’s no way she could have gone anywhere. With that mystery fresh in his mind and starting to believe that maybe this is real and his life before was the dream, Narihisago sets out to continue his serial-killing by tracking down the Perforator, only to come face to face with Hondomachi, who thoroughly disabuses him of any notions that he’s in real life.

As the Well-within-a-Well begins to collapse, Narihisago is dragged out, leaving Hondomachi behind to continue investigating John Walker, and lands back in Not!Momoki’s Well as Sakaido, only for Anaido/The Perforator to reveal that he can actually retain his memories in Wells. As Anaido informs Sakaido of his true identity, a storm whips up, revealing them to actually have been Narihisago’s Well all along, the game board having simply been covered by sand.

So, this episode feels rather rushed, and it basically just caps off and abandons the whole Well-within-a-Well idea as soon as it stops being useful as a stealth-flashback. On top of that, while the twist at the end is interesting, it also doesn’t make a lot of sense: Anaido says that he can keep his memories within Wells because of the hole in his head, but Hondomachi has the exact same hole, and we saw that she didn’t retain any memories while inside Wells.

There’s also just not a whole lot of questions answered this time around. In fact, no questions are really answered, bar ‘if the Well they’re in isn’t Momoki’s, then whose is it,’ and even that raises a question of ‘How can Narihisago have murdered the professor if he himself doesn’t remember doing it?’ Instead, it just raises a dozen more questions, like ‘How did Kiki disappear and what happened to those nurses?’

We only have three episodes left, sixty minutes total, and that’s just not a whole lot of time to answer those questions.

Infinite Dendrogram.

★★★☆☆

This episode is basically all fight scene, just five minutes of preamble that mostly serves to remind us that Shu is still a Superior, and then one fifteen-minute battle between Figaro and Xunyu (who is not, contrary to what I said last week, a Superior of Dryfe, but actually a Superior from Huang He, which we’ve never heard of before).

It’s fun, typical shonen anime fare, not tremendously deep but at least an enjoyable watch with some interesting turns, the main one being the reveal that Figaro’s Embryo amplifies his equipment’s stats equivalent to how many free equipment slots he has. That’s an … almost Dark Souls-y ability, to be honest, and it fits in nicely as an interesting but still very game-y ability for him.

Anyway, not much happens this week that’s actually plot relevant, save for Penguin-san showing up at the end (we actually do get his name this episode, he’s called Franklin) and the reveal that he was the one who killed the King of Alter. Still, fun episode.

[conceptstage]

Control

Day three: Modern AU

“-at some point on the initial tangent… are you listening?”

Beau blinked open her eyes to find Caleb Widogast, her insufferable tutor staring at her with a frown. “Hmm? Yeah, of course I am.”

“Really? Then what’s the answer to the question I’m reading?”

“86.”

He paused and quickly scribbled down some numbers before clearing his throat. “Ja. That’s correct.”

“I know.”

“Beau… you very clearly know the answers, you understand the equations. So why are you failing trig?”

She sneered at him. “My grades are none of your business.”

“Well, as your tutor they are exactly my business.”

“Fuck off.”

“Who exactly are you angry at in this scenario?” he asked. “I met you two weeks ago and you were already like this, so you’re not angry at me-”

“I’m kind of angry at you, you took away my cheetos.”

“You were getting orange dust all over my- forget it. Beau, why are you failing your classes? Who are you trying to get back at? Your parents? Your teacher? Your failure doesn’t fuck them, it only fucks you.”

“I’m not doing this because of them, they’re not worth it. I didn’t want to come to this stupid school anyway. I told them before they forced me to come here that I was gonna fail out.”

Caleb blinked at her as all the pieces came together in his head. “You’re failing on purpose… because you’re scared of failing not on purpose?”

She sighed heavily and looked away from him down at her blank assignment. “Well yeah, kinda. Whatever it doesn’t matter. It’s just-” she licked her lips thoughtfully and sat up straight. “If I do choose to fail then the control is mine, right? But if I try and the teacher fails me, it’s not in my control anymore, yeah?”

“That makes a scary amount of sense. Beau, you’re a smart young woman and-”

“Egh, don’t say it like that. You sound like a creepy old man.”

Caleb sighed, looked up to the ceiling like he was praying and then turned back to her. “You’re a smart student, you’re clearly bright. If you put half of the effort you’re putting into failing into passing instead? You’d be top of your class.”

“But why should someone else get to be in charge of my destiny? Just cause they’re a teacher? Just cause I’m there against my will? It’s bullshit.”

“Beau, they’re only temporary. High school is temporary. The things that matter now will not matter in five years. Your teachers tell you that they are preparing you for the real world but they’re not.”

“Are you allowed to tell me this?”

“Probably not. High school is bullshit, but there is a world outside full of destinies for you to choose from. If you pass this program, of which you are perfectly capable, there will be far more destinies at your disposal. Not better destinies necessarily, but are you really going to let your grades control which destinies you get to pick from?”

“I guess not. Are you just fucking with me?”

“Absolutely not. I honestly believe that you are capable of anything you put your mind to. Write down 86 on that line and let’s go on to the next one.” She got the next one correct as well, and the one after that. She didn’t give any indication that she’d decided to heed his advice, but he felt like he was getting through to her, even just a little bit.

[imagineaworlds]

Who’s That? -- Bucky Barnes

Written By: @michaellangdonisababe

Request: ‘You know what would be really adorable. A Bucky x single mom reader and the reader brings him to dinner. So the kids are like he looks familiar. So then they’re asking things like what’s ur job? Where do u see itself in 5 years? You have the best intentions for my mom? You know trying to protect their mom. And the reader is giggling. So then when Bucky leaves he kisses the reader and all hell breaks loose. But I think it’ll be funny cause he gets all dressed up and the kids just interrogated him’

Warnings: none

Pairing: Bucky Barnes  x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

If you were being honest with yourself, you had been dreading this day since you first began a relationship with Bucky.

The suspense was killing you as you drove home, Bucky seated next to you, and you were barely listening to what he said. You were too focused on the events that were about to occur.

Being a single mother to your two young sons, James and Michael, you didn’t really have that much of an opportunity to date someone. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to, granted that it was hard at first after your partner died, but that the two of them seemed to loath any man that got your attention.

First was Mark.

James had been two at the time while Michael was only a few months old. The dinner had gone smoothly at first… that was until Mark tried to pick James up and out of his highchair. Your oldest son had gone crazy: screaming, kicking, crying, biting, the whole shebang. And, to make matter worse, Michael had thought that it would a good idea to join in the fun. So, while you tried to calm Michael, Mark had dropped James in your arms and yelled a quick goodbye as he raced out the door.

The moment he left, your kids had stopped crying and were acting as if nothing had happened as you stared at the two incredulously.  

Did you ever see Mark again? No.

Then there had been Evan.

Things had been going sowell. That was until you introduced him to James and Michael. Evan walked you into the house with his hand around your waist and, bam, James was screaming and Michael was wailing.

Evan, bless his heart, tried his best to help you calm them down, but every time he got near them, they only screeched louder. You had to ask Evan to leave at this point and you felt horrible about it. A few dates later and you guys tried to make it work, but it was too stressful.

Your knuckles when white as you tightened your grip on the steering wheel, your experience with the three other dates you introduced to your kids to made you heart beat erratically in your chest.

“Babe,” You heard Bucky say and you turned to glance at his concerned face, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” You hummed, but Bucky saw your tight grip on the wheel and carefully lifted your right hand off before grasping it in his own, giving yours a tight, reassuring squeeze. The two of you stayed like that until you pulled into the driveway to your home.

Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you went to rush out of the car when Bucky gently cupped your face, forcing you to look at him.

“Hey,” He smiled, “Everything’s going to be okay.”

Your face flushed as you felt the butterflies flutter around you your stomach and you gave him a warm smile, “Yeah.”

Opening the door, you stumbled slightly as two little bodies knocked into your legs and two high-pitched voices were telling you how much they missed you and what they did today. You slowly waddled into the kitchen, thanking and paying the sitter, with Bucky following behind you.

“Mommy,” James said, his voice mumbled from him pressing his face into your legs.

“Yes, love?” You hummed as you placed your purse and your keys on the island.

“What’s for dinner?”

“I have chicken, green beans, and potatoes in the oven right now.” You replied and you raised your eyebrow as you watched Bucky go to sit at the island, both of you wincing as the chair made a scraping sound. Instantly, James and Michael were standing protectively in front of you with a look of suspicion covering their faces.

“Mommy,” James said, pouting, “Who’s he?”

“He’s Mommy’s friend,” You said, trying to keep your cool as you sons looked at Bucky like a predator hunting their prey. You watched as a look of confusion crossed James’s face as he looked at Bucky, trying to figure out who he was, before he turned to Michael and began to whisper in his ear.

You shared a small smile with Bucky as your kids tried to figure out who was in front of them. Bucky wasn’t in his usual crime-fighting gear. Instead he was wearing a lovely baby blue shirt that seemed to emphasize his eyes—and made your heart flutter and face flush—with a nice pair of slacks. His hair was brushed back into a neat ponytail and, of course, his metal arm was covered.

“Why do you look so familiar?” James probed and you hurried James and Michael to the table, getting them in their highchair and booster seat. You left the three of them alone for a moment as you set the food on the table and cut up your kids’ meal, ignoring the tension between the three of them.

“So, Mister,” James began, speaking through a mouthful of chicken and causing you to give him a warning glare, “What’s your job?”

“Yeah,” Michael agreed with a nod.

“Well, I fight the bad guys.” Bucky lightly explained and James narrowed his eyes at him with Michael's sparkled with excitement.

“Bad guys?” His little voice chirped.

“Yeah,” Bucky smiled at your youngest son and James scowled at the fact that his brother was being amazed by the simple fact that this guy fought bad guys.

“He’s just a police officer, Mikey.” James stated, trying to crush the amazement in his brother’s eyes.

“Nah,” Bucky smiled, “I fight the bad guys. You know Captain America?”

The boys nodded.

“He’s my best friend.”

“You’re lying.” James shouted and you put down your fork.

“James Patrick,” You scolded, “We do not yell at our friends and we do not call someone a liar.”

“Sorry, Mommy.” James pouted and he looked down at his food before he looking back up a Bucky. “Where do you see yourself in five years?”

You couldn’t stop the laughter from escaping your lips as Bucky looked at James, dumbfounded. Here was your five-year-old son asking your ninety-eight-year-old (remembering the fact that he was frozen) where he saw himself in five years. Gosh, it was like you bringing home your first boyfriend all over again.

“Um,” Bucky faltered and you laughed harder, ignoring his small glare, “Working?”

“Not with my Mommy?” James shot, and you swore that water came out of your nose at how sly your kid was being.

“What? No, no- I definitely want to be with your mom.” Bucky stammered and James looked at him blankly.

“What are your inventions-“

“Intentions,” You corrected, wiping a tear from your eye,  and James firmly nodded at you in thanks.

“Intentions?” James questioned.

“Well,” Bucky began, setting down his fork and knife and looking at your son, “I would love to take her dancing, see some movies, make her dinner sometime. My intentions are to make your mom very happy.”

You didn’t need to see Bucky’s teasing glare to know that you looked like a tomato. But at the current moment, you were so touched by what Bucky said that you couldn’t help but look at him with so much love and adoration. Not one of your dates had ever said that they wanted to take you dancing before. In all actuality, none of them had ever said they wanted to make you happy.

“How much money do you make a year?” James continued and your attention immediately turned towards him, your laughter slowly stopping.

“Okay, I think those were enough questions for tonight.

“Are you sure that you’re okay with taking an Uber?” You asked as the two of you stood by the door. You had put your kids to bed, seeing as it was way past their bedtime, and you were saying goodbye to Bucky. A part of you was sad to see him go, but you knew that the dinner went the best it had gone in a while.

Michael adored Bucky from the moment he said he fought the bad guys. The little guy’s eyes practically lit up whenever Bucky talked to him. And James, well, James was warming up to him. He didn’t like Bucky as much as Michael did, but you knew deep down that he thought Bucky was really cool.

“Yes, doll.” Bucky laughed and kissed your forehead.

“Thanks for coming,” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist and pulled you close, “I know they can be a bit much.”

“Egh, the money question was the most extreme,” Bucky shrugged and you laughed.

The ding on his phone alerted the two of you that his Uber was here and you tilted your chin as he leaned down, slowly pressing your lips to his.

“Mommy?” Your heart stopped, “Mommy!”

Pulling away, and ignoring Bucky’s chuckle, you looked to the balcony in horror as your son looked at you as if you had just committed the worst crime.

“Michael!” James shouted, “Michael! Mommy’s got cooties!! We gotta save her!”

“I’ll take this as my cue to leave,” Bucky smirked and you glared at him, “See you tomorrow, doll.”

You watched as he slipped through the door and sighed, preparing yourself as James hurled his body at you, screeching about how he had the cure and that he could save you. You shook your head lightly, oh the things you did for that man.

[defleurtradingco]

The Merry Month of Mirth- Uncle

(Previous: Genius , Next: Leaves)

The cheap fluorescent lighting above them buzzed as flies or other insects only added to it as they came near.

Not to mention the sound of the refrigeration machine making that weird humming noise on top of everything else.

Convenience stores were sure noisy.

“You gonna get something or just stare at the glass all day?” Lune asked from another aisle all together.

Mischa held his hands in his pocket and stared at the paltry drink selection. The icebox was about the same size as him, maybe a little larger. They didn’t have those full-wall-refrigerators like they did back in America down here. “No,” He sighed.

“I mean I guess you could just drink gasoline if you really wanted.” Lune grabbed their snacks and headed towards the register, with Mischa following and looking un-amused as ever.

As they waited for the cashier to ring them out, the changeling took those moments to look at their cigarette selection.

Again, the box with the mask and the jester on it with the big words MIRTH over the top had appeared. “Hey-” He waved at the cashier. “When did you get these??”

“Huh? Oh those? I dunno. Don’t really remember, musta ordered them with the last shipment about uhhhh...Tuesday?”

Lune raised a brow and looked at the box the packs were stowed away in. “Huh, looks like all the other brands you usually have are out too. This all there is?” They were out of smokes anyway.

“’Fraid so. Gonna hafta wait till next week. Heard this was a popular brand in the big city but I guess it’s ONLY in the big city.” They definitely weren’t selling very well out here in the middle of farm country, in a dinky little convenience store.

The register made its ringing noises before the old man slid their snacks back over to them. “Have a nice day.” Lune sighed through their noise as they grabbed their things to go back outside with Mischa in tow. The blazing sun felt only good to one of them.

“Big cities...Fae are usually very territorial,” He muttered, glancing around.

“There’s already a big one that lives out here in that sandy patch, the Rainbow Boa, remember? So what happens when another one starts creeping up on another’s property?”

“What do YOU think?” Mischa gave Lune an incredulous look as he blew smoke out of his mouth without a cigarette entirely.

“I dunno, that’s why I was asking you.”

“Ugh, where’s Wyatt and your uncle?”

“Still gassin’ up the truck it looks like, over there.” Lune took a bite out of their snack after unwrapping it, pointing across the dirt road to the dirty little gas station that sat there also baking in the heat, just like everything else in dusty little Narembeen. “You know, I was thinking,”

“About what...” “You just said fae were super crazy about their territory. Wouldn’t big ol Boa be pissed off about something like this? Like what usually happens when they start fighting over a patch of land anyway? Does like...the weather go off, do weird magic-y things start happening-” The changeling grunted, clearly not wanting to talk about any of it. “I don’t know.” Lune didn’t buy it. “I’m pretty sure you do. You just don’t wanna say.”

“Gee, maybe you’re totally right. That I don’t.” Mischa began to walk away, but Lune grabbed the back of his hoodie to prevent him from leaving. “Let GO.” “Don’t think so.”

“LOOK I already don’t like that face you’re making- it’s none of our business and I DON’T want to be a part of fae ANYTHING. I’ve had enough of THAT!”

Only moments after did Wyatt whistle at them and wave them over. Lune dragged Mischa all the way there.

“Truck’s all done, looks like we’s about ta leave.” Wyatt looked like he’d sweat about a tubs-worth by now, so he was more than ready to go home. “Yer uncles payin’ fer the gas inside...uh...any reason ya got th’ lad strung up by his ‘gills’ here?” “Yeah. I think we should go find the Rainbow Boa again and ask about what’s going on so we can help your guys’ boss.”

“I SAID NO I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!” Mischa began to kick off.

Wyatt looked like he’d swallowed his own tongue. “W- B-but- well ah hafta agree wit’ th’ lad here ah ain’ think we need ta go huntin’ fer no fairies again! Ain’cha learned anything from th’ last time?!” “Clearly not. Seriously though, that Solaina lady sounded like she was really at a loss on what to do about her little problem back in America. I mean, we should at least TRY to help.” “NO, and NO.” Mischa protested. Lune finally let go of his hood as he pulled harder away from them, and he almost barreled forward as a result. “Just DROP it already!”

The Irishman bit his lip but said nothing. Lune gave him a pointed look, and then turned it towards Mischa, crossing their arms and looking stubborn about it.

No one made a move even as Lawrence came back from the inside of the gas station.

“Huh, what, we all havin’ a starin’ contest out here?” “Gonna go see about a fae.” Lune answered without looking at him.

Lawrence shook his head without missing a beat, moving around the truck to get into the driver’s seat. “Don’t wanna hear it. Whatever ya gonna be up ta. Kindly leave me outta it. Now get in, time ta go.” Mischa gave a loud HMPH as he got back in the car, along with everyone else, and they all sat in relative, squashed silence during the car ride back.

Wyatt made a near-audible gulping noise and rubbed his eyes a few times as he stared out the window from the front passenger’s side. Every so often he could have sworn he saw those little ghost-like stick-men running along the side of the road. “Egh- uh, Mischa-” The changeling remained adamant and kept his arms crossed as he sat in the middle. “Don’t even say it.”

[purplesurveys]

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1. What previews did you see at the last movie you saw in theaters? It didn’t have any, since it was part of a film festival. 2. Have you ever washed your hair with mayonnaise? I put mayonnaise on my sandwich, not my hair. 3. How many things are you a fan of on Facebook? That’s not really a thing anymore, although I did claim to be a fan of so many things just to feel cool. I unliked them all this year since it got to be so embarrassing seeing my profile. 4. Do you have more friends on Myspace or Facebook? ... 5. What generation iPod do you have? Dunno, just the one from 2008. Don’t use it anymore.

6. What celebrities share your birthday? I share mine with the Queen and I think James McAvoy. 7. What's your first and last name spelled backwards? Egh. 8. What song is playing at the moment? None, but the song I’ve put on pause is Aquaman by Walk the Moon. 9. Do you clench your teeth when you're angry? Ugh no. I hate the feeling of that. 10. Have you ever been to a movie that sold out? Yeah. All the Twilight Saga movies when they came out. People were sitting on the stairs. The Killing of a Sacred Deer was also sold out, surprisingly. 11. Have you ever been to a midnight movie? ...All the Twilight Saga movies minus the first two. 12. It's 2010; are you gonna say oh-ten, twenty ten, or two thousand ten? I say twenty-ten. Two thousand ten is fine but can be a mouthful. 13. How many of your classes change next quarter? Next semester? All of them change? It’s a different set of classes per sem, I don’t know how it works anywhere else. 14. Do you believe in the paranormal? I keep an open mind about it. 15. How old are the shoes you're wearing? I’m barefoot. 16. What's your state's weather usually like this time of year? December is one of my favorite months of the year since it gets super chilly at night, so I’m content. It’s still pretty humid during the day though. 17. Do you get those leg cramps in the middle of the night? I haven’t gotten them in a while, but those always made me wake up crying. Always. 18. What movie last made you too scared to go to sleep? Horror movies don’t usually scare me to that extent. 19. Do you have a Twitter account? Yes. 20. Did Obama deserve the Nobel Peace Prize he was awarded? I don’t know the politics of it all, but I generally like him. I don’t throw a fit over that fact. 21. Is your cell phone a qwerty (full keyboard) or no? Yes. 22. What was the last website you logged onto (besides the one you're on)? Twitter. 23. What's your home page? Oh my, this sounds so ancient... 24. Put a line from the song you're listening to right now: It’s a One Direction song so it’s embarrassing enough as it is. 25. Music artists you listen to: Are they a little or a lot older than you? Just a little older. But then it’s always varied in general, I also listen to bands who came decades before me and such. 26. What always has to be in the refrigerator? Eggs. 27. What was your favorite movie of 2009? Adventureland. 28. What do you want for Christmas? Paramore tickets, but I got those already. I’m good this Christmas. 29. If you could go to three places in the world right now: Thailand, India, Jeju Island. 30. How many days until your birthday? Not sure about the days, but there’s a little over four months left. 31. Who are you crushing on right now? (Famous or not, it's your call.) My girlfriend. 32. Do you squish bugs or put them in a glass and let them outside? I swat them away or squish them. 33. Do you have split ends? When my hair gets too long, yes. 34. Isn't it ridiculous that movie theaters sell hot dogs and nachos? No I don’t? People need to have their food in the cinema? I mean Gabie and I watched Wonder Woman eating Cinnabon and a poké bowl lmao you do you. 35. What school subject do you absolutely fail at? Philosophy. 36. When you're on a laptop, do you hook up a mouse or use the touchpad? I have a trackpad. 37. When's the next day(s) off you'll get at school? Monday. 38. If you're learning a language, what year are you in? I’m not. 39. Do you think you're done growing or will you grow a couple more inches? LMAO I’ve been done for like six years.  40. What's your mom's mom's name? Agnes. 41. Do you replace "and" with an ampersand (&)? No, I find it too informal. But when I’m scribbling down notes and running after my prof’s lectures then yes, I’d doodle that because it saves time. 42. What do you usually get at school for lunch? I don’t buy from school, I just get whatever leftover’s in the house. 43. Have you ever encountered a creepy neighbor? No. The worst they’ve been is noisy, but I never knew any creepy ones. 44. How many texts can your phone's inbox hold before it's too full? I don’t know, I never reached its limit if it has one. 45. Do you like the foam soap or the liquidy soap? Err foam, I guess. 46. Do you like the automatic sinks or the ones with hot and cold handles? Hot and cold. More convenient. 47. What day did/does your birthday fall on this year? Friday. Also super convenient. 48. Do you tend to lean towards bright colors or more subtle colors? Subtle. 49. Do you use British spelling even though you're not British? No.  50. Name the farthest/weirdest/most unique place you've ever been: Farthest is Japan. Weirdest is...China.

[oddseoks]

˗ˏˋ 92 statements ˊˎ˗

rules: you must answer these 92 statements and tag as many people as you like!

tagged by: @jongkookie tysm! Sorry this took so long <33

tagging: @cyphrs @kpoptiem @i-am-your-angel-i-am-your-dope @jungchook @minmayhem

THE LAST: 1. drink:Milo 2. phone call: my mum 3. text message: my bestie 4. song you listened to: Spectrum Florence + the Machine 5. time you cried: Today 6. dated someone twice: nope 7. kissed someone and regretted it: lol nope 8. been cheated on: no 9. lost someone special: yes 10. been depressed: perhaps  11. gotten drunk and thrown up: noope

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS: 12-14. pastel yellow, pale pink and mint!

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. made new friends: I dont think so... 16. fallen out of love: no 17. laughed until you cried: yess 18. found out someone was talking about you: no 19. met someone who changed you: no 20. found out who your friends are: yes 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: no

GENERAL: 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them> 23. do you have any pets: yes, a dog, a bird and some fish 24. do you want to change your name: kinda ye 25. what did you do for your last birthday: I went out for dinner with fam and some friends 26. what time did you wake up: 7 am 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: watching weird Youtube videos 28. name something you can’t wait for: to see my friends next  

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: this morning 30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: I wish I could love myself more 31. what are you listening to right now: Never give up by Sia 32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: yes, yesterday actually 33. something that is getting on your nerves: uni 34. most visited website: tumblr or youtube 35-37. lost questions?? 38. hair colour: brown 39. long or short hair: medium 40. do you have a crush on someone: Nope 41. what do you like about yourself: nothing? 42. piercings: ears 43. blood type: idk 44. nickname: bree, breey etc. 45. relationship status: single pringle 46. zodiac: taurus 47. pronouns: she/her 48. favourite tv show: Game of thrones 49. tattoos: none... yet.  50. right or left handed: right  51. surgery: none 52. piercing: refer to question 42.  53. sport: ha. 55. vacation: is this fave vacation? If so paris or singapore.  56. pair of trainers: Nike?

MORE GENERAL 57. eating:cake, woo health food 58. drinking: water 59. i’m about to: shower and cry 61. waiting for: somone to plz hire me 62. want: to see my friends 63. get married: egh maybe  64. career: Great question 65. hugs or kisses: both 66. lips or eyes: eyes 67. shorter or taller: don’t mind 68. older or younger: older probs 70. nice arms or nice stomach: I dont have either so idc 71. sensitive or loud: dont mind 72. hook up or relationship: relationship 73. troublemaker or hesitant: idk

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. kissed a stranger: no 75. drank hard liquor: a tiny sip of if that counts 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: nope 77. turned someone down: no 78. sex on the first date: no 79. broken someone’s heart: I hope not 80. had your heart broken: yep 81. been arrested: no 82. cried when someone died: yepp 83. fallen for a friend: perhaps

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. yourself: lol no 85. miracles: not right now 86. love at first sight: I dont thiink so  87. santa claus: no 88. kiss on the first date:  requires dating, so idk 

89. angels: yes, thats what all my friends are <33

OTHER: 90. current best friend’s name: naazish / bella 91. eye colour: blue 92. favourite movie: umm I cant think of just one rn

[emily-r-oswan]

Joining the Unit

(( A collabartive rp between myself and @director-rook ))

It had been months since her process for transfer had begun. Rather, it had been weeks, but it felt like months as the wait was so gruesome and filled with endless silence. A long period of waiting, the patience which required sitting still for such a time until things would start to fix itself was far too demanding for the woman.

The lack of cases had nearly driven the single mother into madness, and it most definitely had to do with being exposed to the many-a mishaps and reservations of a commoner’s day to day life. It drove Margrot mad watching the misgivings, small and large, occur without reservation. It had her yearning to acquire her badge and approach with an air of authority to send the petty thieves, hagglers and criminals crawling back into the shadows.

This is what has led her to the main office, the SI:7. An unquenchable thirst for justice minor and major.  This is what led the Siren to stand before the opened doorway, in the middle of the SI:7 building’s hall, leering in on the Director. 

Her strength and will had diminished as quickly as her breath caught in her throat, spots forming in her sight as the sudden weight of everything fell upon her. Eyes flickering towards the ceiling had Siren begun to comb her nails through her hair, reeling backward with staggered steps.

“Okay Siren,” she expels a sigh form her lungs, shoulders tensing whilst prepping herself, “Alrigh’ y’ go’ this! This shits in th’ fuckin’ hat, sh’ can’ fuck yah o’er!”

Shaking her hands out, popping her back and cracking her neck would the woman begin to loosen herself up. In the next instant, she proceeds to cross the doorway and into the office.

With a straightened, regal posture, Siren approached the heart of the room with sure, confident steps. Her arms fell to her sides and remained here, refraining from breaking uniform by allowing her arms to swing out of place. The thick leathers clinging to her tall well-endowed figure were a faint, rustic brown with the hides of deer and wolves clinging to her person like cloaks. Twin jagged blades remained hitched to the studded black belt keeping her trousers to her waist, and among the many belt loops are the rest of her intimidating arsenal: She looked the part of an agent.

With hardened, calculative eyes would the human stand directly before the desk, her voice demanding the attention of superiors as it in itself was full of authority. "Alias; Siren," she introduces, "Surely word has reached y’ by now? Or shall I offer y’ my resume now, if couriers have failed t’ do so?"

Fucking. Silence. The tension was frighteningly thick, the room suddenly warmer- or perhaps that was the warmth spreading across her cheeks? 

Breathe, Siren. 

The Kaldorei looks up, causing Siren’s throat to tighten in anticipation as she’s met with a mostly emotionless face hidden behind her mask.

 "......Is this how most agents come in now? Yelling their name in hopes of getting a superior's attention?" 

Egh, coulda loosened up a lil’ I suppose...

Detecting the exhaustion in the director's tone, she would be quick to save the woman further headache- perhaps with a joke!

"Only th’ determined will do such, n’ matter as you may see it disruptin’ n’ rowdy." ... It seemed her jokes were quite stale.

A tired sigh. "Take a seat, Siren." She waves towards the chair in front of her desk before shuffling through her folders and pulling one out with the woman's alias and real name attached to it. 

The human would remain stalwart, unmoving from her standing position- the only change she would perform would be her hands clasping behind her figure and the furrowing of her brows.

"First off, I'm Rook. But I assume by you walking into my office and applying for said transfer, you know that. So tell me. Why Warden Unit?"

Shaking off the rather... Apprehensible start... Siren had begun to indulge the woman with the information sought: "Why the Warden Unit? Unless th’ rumors prove wrong, this is a unit wit’ a higher success rate than most others? N’ perhaps one which m’ services are best associated. I've been a rogue agent much too long, lone handling the corruptions of the vices of this city's sinners. While I have made due with my own recourses, it is always easier being apart of a unit with like-minded men and women. People to watch your back."

Intense as ever the elf watches her, a sliver of a smirk growing beneath her beak-mask. "We already have rumors? Goddess help us...." 

"As to your answer.....yes, the goal is to be one of the best units, correct. That is still developing.  Our focus is on anti-crime and maintaining Alliance security. To say we're the lone unit is, well, simply inaccurate. Shadowstep has been pursuing the endeavor as well, albeit alongside the Guard. We assist how we will and where we're needed. In some ways, that's just been dealing with local crime." The elf rubs her beaked nose in annoyance before looking back to Siren. "For good or for ill...blasted guard unit isn't big enough to handle all the shit of Stormwind." 

The tension seemed to disipate for Siren, atleast enough for her hands to unclasp and her arms to fold across her bosom. Her lips sealed shut as, sure as day, the kaldorei was not finished. 

"That all said, I've skimmed your file, and assuming everything goes well upstairs, would approve said transfer. But I do need to review a couple of things before moving forward, both for the sake of maintaining unit sanity and unity. First off, what is your take on the Illidari?" 

Siren maintained a cool, stony expression void of any specific expression to expose her thoughts on the kaldorei's word. Eventually, with the question stirring in her mind, Margort would indulge the theory with a tilt of her head- perhaps this, subtle gestures of the body, were her way of depicting emotion? "The Illidari? Resourceful, but to what end? Until the Legion has been trapped in their hellish homelands? Then of what use are these Fel corrupted? To fight the petty battles of mortals? Will they disappear? Will they use their fortified brotherhood to band together and uprise, overpowering the world of Azeroth? I do not trust them. But I do understand them. Driven by duty- what I worry for, however, is when the duty has been completed."

Rook offers a nod. "Valid concerns, and ones I agree with.  There's a reason my kind kept Illidan trapped as we did. That said, necessity dictates that they be used. They bring certain advantages to the game. And as such, you may work with a few on assignments. Nephila specifically. I hope this will not be an issue." She scribbles a note. "I also see you have a six year old son, yes? You're a veteran, so I should not have to ask this....but I do regardless......what kind of security measures do you have in place for his safety?"

With an incline of her head had Margrot begun to speak though as soon as her lips parted her breath was caught in her throat. She hesitates, the first true emotion befalling her: Bristling anger. 

"My son has no requirement to be on your mind- nor should his name ever e on your tongue," she spoke with a tightness to her voice, making it clear her son was very precious to her in this moment. ".. But for the sake of sating your curiosity, I have paired him with a guard. A hybrid beast, a dog which has imprinted with my boy since he was but a babe. Besides this, my son is stationed in a home within the Northern most region of the Eastern-Kingdoms, the mountains are for the most part uninhabited." Her gaze would drift, her lips puckering, "He lives a farm boy life, nannied by a beloved spinster dear to my heart. He is far from the corruptions of the world, and will remain such."

"You act as though I wish him harm. I'm simply doing my duty as a director to minimize risk. But very well." The elf jots down a note. "Now. Any questions or concerns you wish to note before pushing this transfer to the higher ups?"

 Flicking her tongue across her lips, Siren had begun to shift around atop her legs, her head inclining in a single nod before shed voice, "You'll read in m' pass professions I was a Commander. Therefore, characteristics similar to my past have remained. I'm attentive, so when something goes wrong.. My temper.. It tends to get the best of me. This is something plenty should be aware of.."

She'd lean forward, her voice dropping momentarily, "As well, just a warnin' 'bout m' boy is all. I want none knowing of him unless it is my own lips telling."

All the better you join this unit, then." A pause. "A fair request. I'll make sure that information is kept off most records. Anything else?"

Puckering her lips and lifting her shoulders into a shrug the human would begin to shake her head, “Nothin’ else from me, ma’am.”

A quick written note is written by the hand of the elf. 

"Then welcome to Warden Unit, Siren," Rook offers her a folder. "Feel free to get caught up. Paperwork will take a few days. But you should be up to speed. I expect good things."

Holy shit, y’ didn’t faint!

Gathering up the folder would the Siren immediately begin to skim through the contents, her brows furrowed in the meanwhile. There is not a hesitation to her tone as she concludes, "You'll only get the best from me. My pride is my work." 

Glancing up from the contents bestowed upon her, Siren would smirk, "I imagine I'll be yah favorite in no time." Her ego was truly horrendous, but with how she smirked and a playful twinkle was in her eyes, perhaps Siren was merely joking?

"I expect nothing less, but Don't get cocky on me." The kaldorei gestures towards the door, her tone firm, "You're dismissed."