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the-dalseum-duet · 18 days ago

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kohlsiversary or whateva

I’m so fucking tired and have like 90 things to do and no motivation to do any of them. So I thought I would knock out this. I was going to do something but kohls does not deserve any more of my energy. even though this is really early lmao so I decided to do a wip dump! a bunch of shit I never finished. all of the kohls related stuff. which is only like a fourth of my wips but I digress. and I might add a little section at the end where I talk abt the stuff I never got around to even starting/intended on including kohls in but never got there

happy anniversary bbg @svwhssftr

Kai had never seen Sara cry. Even as he witnessed Blaire squeeze her hand seconds before Noeul escorted her from the courtroom, Sara elegantly tilted her head back and blinked away the tears pooling on her bottom lashes. To him, she was barely human. She was the Council’s anchor—its ruthlessly decisive voice of reason.

He was not anticipating bearing witness to her sobbing hysterically on a random Tuesday morning as he casually entered the Palace. She wore a buffalo plaid pair of pajama pants and a cropped white tank—potentially stained with fresh blood— at noon. She paced the crystalline floors with her phone in her trembling hand, her other holding her locs out of her face.

“I don’t care. I’ll pay whatever. I just need someone who can take care of her. She’s already infected. She’s going to die if someone who specializes in this doesn’t see her. No, no I know–”

Sara glanced at him. Kai had never been afraid of her before, but there was something in her split-second stare that beckoned him back to the doorway.

“Give me a second. I’m sorry.” Sara covered her phone with her unstable fingers. “Shirogane, why the hell are you here?”

“Why am I ever here?”

Sara half-laughed, half-groaned. “Good luck. You’ll need it.”

“Why are you–”

“Because I’m the only person who takes responsibility around here. Go slut yourself out to that asshole and see how that works out for you. But don’t come crying to me, for the love of God.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good.” Sara narrowed her eyes. “Good.”

She raised her phone back to her ear as Kai continued to the stairway. The stains on her shirt were evidently fresh because of the way the blood pooled around her neck. It was red, and it was shiny. Kai, regardless, was largely uninterested in whatever Sara was bitching about.

The halls were silent. Usually, Gale or Sonnet would be out and about on one of their respectively stupid excursions, but there was no sign of either of them. The faint smell of incense lingered from Sonnet’s room, but that was the only sign of life anywhere.

That, and the horrid smell ever-so-faintly creeping from Sara’s old “office.”

As he continued up the stairs, broken shards of glass appeared around his heels. He lifted one. It smelled like alcohol, but he was unfamiliar with the variant. There was no music echoing from the record player in Noeul’s room, which was a constant.

What the hell was wrong?

Despite the menagerie of red flags, Kai still knocked on Noeul's door. If anything, he was looking for answers.

"Hey, ratsmacker? It's big dog." Those words never sounded right coming out of Kai's mouth. They never sounded right coming out of Noeul's, either. At least they lightened the mood.

For a moment, there was no response. Just as Kai backed away from the door, it silently creaked open.

"Noeul," Kai said. It was more of a question than a confirmation.

"Hey." Noeul said nothing else.

"What the hell's going on today? It's like someone died. Did someone die?"

"The opposite, actually."

"Was someone supposed to die?"

"No. You're funny, though."

"Don't you usually laugh when someone's funny? Instead of telling them."

"I don't have the energy for that today."

Kai could smell that same alcohol on his breath. As he slunk into his room, he witnessed the bottle front-and-center on his nightstand: bourbon. Pure Kentucky bourbon. And Noeul's headphones were on his bed, and they were still playing loud enough for Kai to hear before Noeul paused his music.

Annoying vocals. Slow, exasperated guitar. The Mountain Goats.

Noeul listening to The Mountain Goats could only mean one thing, and Kai was not in the mood to hear Noeul ramble about that one thing for the eightieth time.

"Man, if you need to be alone, I'll leave you alone--"

"No, please stay. I want someone here. Someone who isn't the rest of the Council."

"So, what happened? Where is everyone?"

Noeul deeply sighed before swigging his bottle of bourbon. "It's not bad. It just wasn't supposed to happen like this."

"Dude, you have to stop speaking in riddles. I feel like a billy goat gruff right now."

Noeul repeated that same half-laugh, half-groan Sara gave him. "Shirogane, I'm so unbelievably fucked. It is bad."

"I mean, we've been unbelievably fucked and made it out before."

"It's not like this. This is different."

"Damn it, what happened?"

"I have a kid, Kai."

He blinked. The words didn't quite process. "Oh."

"She wasn't lying. She told us. She told everyone, and no one fucking believed her." Noeul downed another shot of bourbon.

"But you did the math. What Blaire said couldn't have been possible."

"Well, we have proof that it was. The math doesn't change that I held my daughter this morning."

"Your daughter," Kai repeated. The words tasted like acid.

"There's something wrong with her. Gale's taking her to the nearest hospital. Sara won't let me see her again."

"Was that the blood?"

"The what?"

"The blood. Sara had blood all over her."

"No, that's from Blaire. Apparently she's fucked up even worse."

"Yeah, I would imagine delivering a baby in a prison cell would fuck someone up."

"No. She escaped. Gale called me early this morning. Said someone saw her at a clinic near the Wasteland."

"She traveled that far?"

"Apparently she's been there for months, and we haven't known. Stayed with Belle."

"Did you take him down with her?"

"No, I'll let him live. He was just trying to help the poor girl."

"Hm." Kai stole a sip of Noeul's bourbon. It was much stronger than he anticipated.

"Kai," Noeul laughed. "Kai, do you want to know something funny?"

"What?"

"I loved her.” Noeul blankly stared at his shaking hands. “I loved her more than I fucking understood. Our lives were both so fucked that we thought we could fix each other if we did it all together, y’know? She always said that one day, we'd settle down and finally be happy. And she always said she wanted kids, but I never did. Hated the damn things. But the more she talked about it, she started to convince me. She really wanted this, Kai. She wanted this more than anything in the world, it felt like."

Kai remained silent.

"But there she was this morning. Cradling her precious baby girl and screaming at me not to touch either of them."

"Damn."

"I was supposed to marry her. I was supposed to be prepared for this." Noeul stole his bottle back.

"She did commit treason, so it's really not your fault, man. She's always been a liar."

"I thought I would never love someone the way I loved Blaire," Noeul hummed. "But I've been proven wrong."

For a split-second, Noeul stared straight through Kai. He blinked the feeling away.

"I got to hold the baby while Sara took Blaire to her old clinic. Kai, you should have seen her. She was so small, but she was breathing. I felt her heartbeat against my hand. I know it's just biology and hormones and shit, but God. For once, I felt like I did something right, in some fucked-up way."

"Is she going to live?"

"The kid? Gale said she probably would. It feels wrong to keep her, but where else would she go? In Blaire's cell?"

"Yeah. I don't know."

"You don't want to hear about any of this, do you?" Noeul said, almost smiling.

"No, no, I do." Kai gritted his teeth. "It's just weird to think about."

"I understand if you don't want to hook up anymore. You're just here to have fun, but I've got shit to do now. I'm sorry, man."

"Don't be sorry. I can hook up with nearly anyone on this island," Kai said. "You found something more meaningful. That's good for you."

"She's a princess," Noeul whispered. "She's going to be a real-life princess. How insane is that?"

"Not sure if you could count someone raised by the Council as a princess," Kai murmured, "but by technicality, yeah."

His room was exactly as Kai remembered it. He wasn’t sure why he expected it to be any different now that Noeul was dead, but he didn’t register that it would be entirely untouched.

The silence was a lot heavier than he thought it would be. One of his records sat on his player still— he flipped it to the B-side and placed the needle on the edge again.

Tallahassee. The Mountain Goats. God, his music taste was shitty, but it kept him alive in some regard. Kai couldn’t let himself get distracted or think too hard about the events of the past few days. He came into Noeul’s room with a purpose, and that purpose was to take back his old sweatshirt. He had left it years ago, and he kept it there in case he ever got too pissed at Noeul to feel dignified leaving in one of his shirts. It had to be buried somewhere.

It felt blasphemous to dig through his dresser’s drawers, the cold of the metal bars stinging his fingers. It was like defacing an ancient museum exhibit, but there was no dust or grime. It was like nothing had changed. Noeul would be back soon, and he would be waiting there to complain about his terrible marriage or the failure of his precious, once perfect son. But Kai would never have to hear that again.

In a sense, Noeul’s drawers were a museum exhibit of his last few years. The public’s perception of him still hung in Gale’s studio, which, too, was out-of-order due to recent events. But Noeul’s drawers were the remnants of the man Kai knew— pressed business pants, soft sweaters, lightly stained jeans, and stretched band shirts from his teenage years. Somehow, they all smelled ever-so-faintly of his cologne. But no sweatshirt.

As he opened the next drawer, he took a sharp breath. Dark, shimmering lace lay folded messily from that god-awful lingerie photoshoot Gale organized alongside a few stray crystals, tangled jewelry, an empty bottle of Crow’s nightly medicine, and a handful of lighters. A stack of notebooks sat beside them covered in scratches and scribbles. Kai had no right to dig through them, but it was his moral obligation.

This was Dalseum history now.

He carefully lifted them and fell back onto Noeul’s bed, unwinding the elastic of the first one that caught his eye. Stray polaroids fell from the front pocket— a few nude photographs of women and men he didn’t even recognize, but mainly of him. Very classy, as always, he thought. The red hue of the scars on his chest faded throughout the pictures, creating a timeline of when they were taken.

Of course, there were Adam and Sonnet, too. Kai had forgotten Sonnet was once a scrawny, short-haired kid with poorly dyed hair instead of a pompous circus freak with the body of a Barbie doll. And Adam always posed to cover himself, which came to no surprise. His face was the exact same as it was when he carried Sonnet down the blood-slicked ballroom staircase. Kai wondered if he still felt the same ache twenty years later.

But the Polaroids weren’t Kai’s main focus. He thumbed through the brittle pages of scrawled, smudged handwriting. At first, it was nothing but simple to-do lists, but it slowly divulged into manic scribbles about his father and his sex addiction and whatnot. It was all very predictable until it wasn’t predictable at all.

Confessions. Shitty half-poetry. Song lyrics. Paragraphs upon paragraphs lamenting his tortured heartache, his longing for something more. His borderline obsession for the boy he “loved,” and it was all about him. Kai almost didn’t believe it. He thought it was his own head fucking with him, but it was all real. His fingers grazed the ink of unfortunately heartwarming daydreams and disturbing sexual fantasies. It was clearly the mess that was the brain of a chronically depressed young adult, and Kai knew better than to think of it as anything more than the rambling that it was. Still, it didn’t stop him from sighing as he rested his head against his pillow.

“Doll, wake up,” Noeul gently whispered, brushing Charlie’s ear with his fingertips. She had somehow fallen asleep on his shoulder in the rigid airport seats.

“Hm?” she hummed, smudging her crunchy mascara by rubbing her eyes. The weight of the engagement ring on her hand was still new.

“Our plane is here.”

“But there’s nobody else in the terminal,” Charlie mumbled.

“I know.” Noeul smiled wider than she had ever seen, which surely meant nothing good. “Just follow me, baby. Trust me.”

As the couple collected their luggage and headed to the back of their terminal, Charlie couldn’t help but to stop to admire her ring.

“Considering I’m your future wife, I should trust you more than I do,” she joked. Noeul’s grin had shifted into his usual reserved expression, but he couldn’t deny the upturn of his lips when she emphasized the word “wife.”

“You’re going to do a lot of that for the next few days,” Noeul said, thumbing through his wallet.

“If you wholeheartedly trusted some backwoods bimbo for the past year, I think I can get behind your high-class antics.”

“Just you wait.” Noeul slipped his leather jacket off his shoulders and wrapped it around Charlie’s before kissing her forehead. He pulled a royal blue card stamped with a sleek moon insignia from his wallet and tapped it above the lock on the imposing metal door.

Noeul firmly grasped Charlie’s shoulder and stared straight into her shifty, pale eyes. “Once this door opens, you immediately walk on, and you don’t say a word until I tell you otherwise. Do not look back. Do you understand me?”

“The hell’s that about?” Charlie said, almost laughing.

“I know we always joke around with each other, but this is the one thing I need you to take seriously for me. Do not fuck this up, Blaire.”

“I won’t fuck it up.”

“Good.” Noeul recomposed himself as the door slid open. A cool chill flooded the following room as Charlie rapidly pulled her luggage through, her eyes fixed on the next entryway feet ahead of her. As the door slid back into place, Noeul wrapped his arm around her shoulder. His lips broke into that same fear-imposing smile.

“You’re officially the newest resident of Dalseum.” He firmly patted her shoulder. “Welcome home, princess.”

“The what?” Charlie’s smooth Southern accent dripped from her tongue as she followed Noeul down the metallic hallway, the atmosphere full of crisp summer air.

“I’ll explain all of the details once you’re fully awake. You have a life of luxury ahead of you, doll. You should be excited.”

“Yeah, that sounds exciting,” Charlie half-assedly replied as her sandaled feet carefully trekked up the stairs assumedly leading to her plane. As she slung her duffel bag over her shoulder, Noeul exclaimed something in Korean. An unfamiliar voice answered him.

Once she stepped further into the plane, she peeked into the cockpit where Noeul rendezvoused with the stranger. He wore his glasses atop his head, buried in waves of spiky black and white hair. He wore no uniform— unless his uniform was a pair of sweatpants and a thin blue sweatshirt with the same logo from Noeul’s card.

“Oh my God, I’m so rude,” Noeul laughed. “Kai, this is Charlotte. She’s my fiancée.”

Charlie timidly waved as Kai stared at her, wide-eyed. He pointed at Noeul as he glanced between the two of them.

“Oh!” Charlie exclaimed, mentally connecting a few dots. “Annyeong haseyo, Kai.”

“How old is she?” Kai snapped.

“That’s the first thing you have to say?” Noeul asked.

“She looks twelve. What’s the age of consent here, dude?”

As they argued about Charlie’s age, she felt mildly embarrassed that she assumed Kai didn’t speak English only by overhearing their conversation. Then again, Kai had just assumed that her fiancé was a pedophile.

“I’m twenty, actually,” Charlie corrected.

“No fuckin’ way,” Kai said, narrowing his eyes at her. “Are you anorexic or some shit? There’s no way you’re healthy at that size.”

“No, I’m not,” Charlie said, her voice cracking. Noeul rushed to her side and wrapped his arm around her shoulder again.

“I really shouldn’t have trusted you to be normal around her,” Noeul hissed. “That was my mistake. I’m sorry, doll, Kai’s a fucking idiot.”

“I’ve heard worse,” Charlie said, shrugging.

bonus! not kohls-related but it is mentioned

“Mako!” Crow squawked, rapping on his window with the silicone end of his cane. “I know you’re in there. You can’t hide from me.”

Even in the cold, moonless night, Crow saw a hint of motion behind the window. After a few taps, Mako usually begrudgingly opened it for him; however, there was no response. Mako was unaware that Crow, after years of living in the lawless hellscape, had learned how to open the Palace’s windows from the outside; he had no choice in Crow’s exploits. With the deft switch of a latch and a wedge of his boot, Crow managed to pry open Mako’s window.

Except it wasn’t Mako’s window.

Crow had accidentally miscounted the panels in relation to the garden’s rose bushes. The white-haired girl holding a lighter to his nose evidently did not care about Crow’s predicament. It vaguely illuminated the sharp, twisted blade in her other bandaged hand. Her dark eyes shot knives through Crow’s watery gaze.

“You’re not Mako,” he whispered.

She wordlessly lunged at him, the flame from the lighter catching his frizzy hair as she swerved to drive her makeshift knife into his throat. He parried her blade with his cane and screamed as he ducked to the ground, patting his scorched hair on her carpet.

“You’re loud,” she observed in an ever-so-subtle Russian accent.

“You set my fucking hair on fire!” Crow snapped. “Who the hell even are you?”

“I’m the one who should be asking that question.” Her silhouette crossed its arms in the dark of her room.

“Shit, my name’s Crow. I just came to see Mako, man, I didn’t mean to disturb… whoever you are.”

“You know Mako?”

“Yeah. We’re, like, best friends.”

“Why has he never mentioned you?”

Crow blinked. “He’s never mentioned me? Ever?”

“I would remember a name as unorthodox as yours, Crow.” She spat his name like a sunflower seed.

“I don’t know who you are, either, so evidently neither of us—“

Her door creaked open. Rays of light flooded the room, revealing Mako’s perplexed figure standing in the crack. He carried Mother, her tail resting on his Sonic the Hedgehog boxers and her felt teeth gnawing on a well-loved Death of a Bachelor shirt.

“Crow, why the hell are you in Strike’s room?” he murmured.

“You know him?” the girl asked, lifting her foot from Crow’s torso. He hadn’t even realized she had him pinned beneath her feet.

“Yeah, he’s, like, my best friend.”

“See!” Crow exclaimed.

“Your friend is very noisy,” she simply said.

“Yeah, thank god. I’m glad I heard him screaming before you killed him.”

“I was defending myself. He broke into my room,” she explained, flopping back onto her bed. In the low light, Crow could piece together well-defined muscular arms and—subconsciously—a midsized pair of tits upheld by a dark sports bra. Not that he was looking there, or anything. Not that he was interested.

“Have you two seriously never met?” Mako asked, leaning against the door frame.

“No,” they said in unison.

“Really?” Mako repeated. “That’s crazy. Crow, this is Strike Eagle, our resident guardswoman. And my sister when she feels charitable enough to associate with me.”

“You had a sister this whole time and didn’t tell me?” Crow said. “I talk about my sister all the time.”

“She literally took a bullet for you. You two had a normal childhood, too. Lots of factors at play here,” Mako said.

“By no means did I have a normal childhood,” Crow laughed.

“Did your parents live in a brothel?” Strike Eagle asked, tilting her head. Shimmering black hair peeked out from beneath choppy ivory layers.

“No, they didn’t.”

“Exactly. Yours was arguably more normal than ours,” Mako said.

“So she’s another victim of Kohls?”

“Of what?”

“It’s what we call Kai and Noeul back in Eden Grove, don’t worry about it,” Crow explained. “They’re her parents, too?”

“I’m not related to Noeul, thankfully,” Strike Eagle explained. “That man is pathetic. Kai’s the closest thing I have to a father.”

“So you’re not related to him, either? Bloodwise?” Again, not that Crow had any interest in the handsome woman who had just pinned him down.

“You ask too many questions.” Strike Eagle placed her lighter back beside her bed.

“Kids randomly show up around here. No one’s sure how it works,” Mako said. “She has his teeth, though.”

“My best feature.” Her teeth were extraordinarily sharp, and jagged to boot.

“And his height,” Mako coughed.

“What was that?” Strike Eagle asked, stretching her brawny shoulders.

“There’s nothing wrong with being short,” Mako said, awkwardly raising his hands.

“I’m taller than your friend! And he is a man. He has no excuse.”

“I wasn’t for a majority of my life,” Crow said. “And I’m not really a man.”

“That explains your awkward posture, then.”

“That's my muscular dystrophy. Or autism, it’s hard to tell.”

“How are you still alive?” Strike Eagle asked. “There is no reason for one person to have so many issues.”

“I’m funny sometimes. People tend to like that.”

“He’s also a Duran Duran fan. That’s his worst offense,” Mako added.

“They were a staple of the New Wave era!”

“You have so much wrong with you. Your music taste proves that.”

“Have you listened to the album that’s on your shirt?”

“I listen to it all the time.”

“I rest my case.”

“Can you two argue somewhere else?” Strike Eagle snapped. “First, your friend interrupts my sleep. Now, you’re fighting about meaningless shit in the comfort of my room. Leave.”

“Gladly. I’d love nothing more than to tear apart Mako’s taste in music in his room. It gives me proof of his crimes against humanity,” Crow said, tying up his scorched hair with a stray tie on his wrist.

“It’s popular music. People clearly like it, man. No one has listened to yours since fuckin’ 1980.”

“No one under the age of fourteen listens to yours unless they have a crippling addiction to Discord.”

“Better than an addiction to coke.”

“Is it though?”

“There’s no way you just said that.”

“Leave!” Strike Eagle threw a stray pillow at them as a warning.

“We’re leaving, we’re leaving!” Mako groaned as he opened her door. “Bitch.”

we have now reached the part of the post where I just yap abt what never was!! I was going to do like an ao3 fic where Ronnie, before burying Noeul’s soul in the swamp, forces him to relive all that could have been between him and Kai to torture him in a way that doesn’t involve objectifying his little sister. I was going to do a bit on the toxic yuri kohls and an au where the Council never existed and Noeul was disowned by his father and was a masochistic sex worker at the midnight gentlemen’s club (bet we forgot abt that one. but I didn’t. i’m a real Adam Belle fan) and Kai is a bartender. and ofc Noeul’s show is extremely popular bc he’s the ex prince. and his show is interactive and he picks kai out of the crowd and girl i don’t fucking know I write fluffy vanilla Sephora smut and that’s it dude. idk what these freaks are doing and frankly i don’t care

i also had a wwii au in a similar vein to the last part. kai being a retired American barnstormer of Japanese descent living in Britain who opens a bar called the Deep Blue (dw I play with everyone’s ethnicity just for the sake of historical cohesion) where Gale is a reporter assigned to write an article about them bc they’re a queer cabaret club. Noeul and Sonnet are the showgirls. both in drag. Noeul is from a prominent Korean business family but had to flee due to Japanese invasion. actually met kai pre transition where he used to be a sex worker during prohibition because *checks notes* yakuza ties? i got a little too creative there. but that’s how mako was conceived. insane mental gymnastics there. mako plays piano at the bar and he and gale fall in love aww how sweet. crow also works there and he’s like entirely Romani and unrelated to anyone. it was a cool au but very self indulgent historical nonsense as usual for me

i also had a single father au where again council does not exist and mako just. materialized. where crow and mako are like five years old and they play together at a playground and they force their dads to play like… fucking mulch store with them. and Kai and Noeul both get really into it for the sake of the bit. and the kids love it. and they keep coming back to the playground and crow and mako are like besties now and Kai and Noeul start to fall for each other it’s cornball shit but it’s so cute

also there’s another vaguely similar to it inspired by my splat experience but I might actually finish it bc it’s really funny and involves literally the whole cast (outside of charlie who was like. rotting in her cell. and adam)

that’s it goodnight

#oc rambling #kohlsposting?#not edited lmao

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neurodiversebones · 1 year ago

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what are some of ur favorite episodes, if you don't mind sharing? i'm in the mood for a rewatch but don't know where to start 😭

gonna do this by season !!! there are SOOO many that i adore lol

season one :

- 1×09 , man in the fallout shelter (MY COMFORT EPISODE OF ALL TIME my mom and i like to watch it together and i can recite parts of it from memory)

- 1×17 , the skull in the desert (for the brengela content mostly LMAO)

- 1×22 , the woman in limbo (BRENNAN ANGST !!)

season two :

- 2×03 , the boy in the shroud (MORE BRENNAN ANGST !! so much good brennan development + brennan/cam moments here)

- 2×08 , the woman in the sand (brennan hot im so gay)

- 2×09 , aliens in a spaceship (not a hot take this is everyones top 5 but <33 god its SO GOOD)

- 2×11 , judas on a pole (i love max keenan ....)

season three :

- 3×05 , the mummy in the maze (BRENNAN/CAM/ANGELA'S COSTUMES IM SOOO GAY .....)

- 3×09 , the santa in the slush (this is the first episode i remember watching when i was a kid + im a SUCKER for a christmas episode)

- 3×12 , the baby in the bough (ACCIDENTAL BABY ACQUISITION !! i have done 'dancing phalanges !!' to my nieces btw .)

- 3×13 , the verdict in the story (I LOVE MAX KEENAN)

season four (currently where i am in my rewatch) :

- 4×04 , the finger in the nest (RIPLEY BRENNAN IM SOBBING)

- 4×08 , the skull in the sculpture (idgaf abt the case but ANGELA GIRLKISSER)

- 4×12 , double trouble in the panhandle (CIRCUS BRENNAN !!)

- 4×14 , the hero in the hold (ghosts confirmed ?? b&b angst ??)

- 4×21 , mayhem on a cross (SWEETS ....)

- 4×22 , double death of the dearly departed (watched this ep after taking a 40mg+ edible . i had never been high before . insane experience .)

- 4×26 , the end in the beginning (AU EPISODE !! B&B KISSES !!)

season five :

- 5×10 , the goop on the girl (CHRISTMAS EPISODES !!!)

- 5×12 , the proof in the pudding (bones canonically solved jfk's murder and thats just . a thing .)

- 5×16 , the parts in the sum of the whole (i fucking love this episode its everything to me)

-5×17 , the death of the queen bee (I LOVE A GOOD HS REUNION TROPE)

- 5×21 , the boy with the answer (i love a courtroom drama episode)

season six :

- 6×03 , maggots in the meathead (ONE OF THE FUNNIEST EPISODES OF ALL TIME)

- 6×09 , doctor in the photo (god this episode is so sad but its SO good)

- 6×14 , the bikini in the soup (valentines ,,,, i LOVE holiday episodes guys)

- 6×16 , the blackout in the blizzard (I LOVE THIS EPISODE SM EVERY SECOND OF IT IS FANTASTIC AND ITS SO UNDERRATED)

- 6×21 , the signs in the silence (brennan w kids makes me emotional)

- 6×22 , the hole in the heart (oh yk . the agonies)

- 6×23 , the change in the game (hi its wanda im at the bowling alley . bowling . I'M PREGNANT, BOOTH . YOU'RE THE FATHER . THE ADELE FADE AT THE END . IM CRYING)

season seven :

- 7×06 , the crack in the code (BANGER setup to an arc i have complicated feelings abt . this ep has such a spooky vibe i love it)

- 7×07 , the prisoner in the pipe (BABY !!)

- 7×13 , the past in the present (THE END JUST MAKES ME SO SAD I LOVE THE ANGST)

season eight :

- 8×06 , the patriot in purgatory (i love having all the interns YIPPEE)

- 8×07 , the bod in the pod (im just here for camastoo . you are my carburator .)

- 8×14 , the doll in the derby (ANGELA ON ROLLERSKATES ....)

- 8×15 , the shot in the dark (ghosts are real part 4 . christine brennan triggers my mommy issues . i want her to hug me .)

- 8×23 , the pathos in the pathogens (ANOTHER TOP TIER FAV EPISODE THE ANGST IS SO GOOD)

season nine :

- 9×04 , the sense in the sacrifice (YIPPEE LOVE !! PELANT DEAD !!)

- 9×06 , the woman in white (brennans vows make me sob every time .)

- 9×10 , the mystery in the meat (COWGIRL BAR FIGHT IM SO <33)

- 9×11 , the spark in the park (brennan talking to the professor makes me SOB .)

- 9×24 , the recluse in the recliner (tbh i never understand the fbi conspiracy arc but this episode is crazy)

season ten :

- 10×02 , the lance to the heart (you put the lime in the coconut ....)

- 10×10 , the 200th in the 10th (INSANE OLD HOLLYWOOD AU ITS SO FUCKING FUN)

- 10×15 , the eye in the sky (booth angst booth angst)

season eleven :

- 11×09 , the cowboy in the contest (I LOVE UNDERCOVER I LOVE COSTUMES)

- 11×10 , the doom in the boom (HODGINS ANGST)

- 11×12 , the murder of the meninist ("we love going viral" "so do infectious diseases")

- 11×13 , the monster in the closet (PUPPETEER ARC !!!)

- 11×18 , the movie in the making (comfort episode I LOVE A MOCKUMENTARY AND ALSO THE CAMASTOO PROPOSAL)

- 11×22 , the nightmare within the nightmare (this episode scared me so bad bc i watched it at 4am 😭 THE FUCKING ZACK REVEAL IS CRAZY)

season twelve :

- 12×01 , the hope in the horror (I HATE THE DEMONIZATION OF DID ITS SO GROSS BUT I LOVE SEEING ZACK)

- 12×07 , the scare in the score (I CRIED SO BAD ....)

- 12×09 , the steal in the wheels (i giggled i <3 silly undercover time)

- 12×11 , the day in the life (CAMASTOO WEDDING IM SOBBINGGGG . ALSO THE END HOLY SHIT)

- 12×12 , the end in the end (i fucking wept . i love tge finale im so emotional abt it .)

#THIS WAS SUCH A BIG INFODUMP IM SORRY #GUYS I LOVE THIS SHOW

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my-super-sweet-teacher · 4 months ago

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am i back?

What's up tumblr?! I can't believe i'm writing on here again, but I thought it would be a good idea for me to hop on here and see how everyone is doing and also share and keep y'all posted about the predicament i got myself into again.

Let's give you guys a bit of a rundown; I'm 22 years old now. That's hella old for sitting and spilling all my secrets and tea on Tumblr, but whatever I need an outlet too. I'm working full-time and I still come back to my old high school regularly for a plethora of reasons, which I will be explaining in another post. I graduaded almost 4,5 years ago so it feels weird to still come back there, but it genuinely has its reasons so bare with me, okay?

In case anyone is wondering about my past TC's: R has left the school and he's doing something really awesome as his job now. I'm super proud of him and I wish him all the best! We're going to see each other at the reunion of my high school in a couple months, and I do keep in touch with him every once in a while so that's fun. We mostly text each other when we're drunk now lmao so that's great.

K and I aren't speaking anymore. It turned out that he had abused two of my friends in multiple ways and one of my friends actually sued him. It was absolutely insane and a whirlwind of emotions and processing everything that we had experienced with him, because it was all a huge lie. So I stood with my friend throughout the entire trial and that was the last time I saw him; sitting in the courtroom crying like a little bitch.

Please let me know how you guys are doing and how the tc's are doing! I missed this place.

Will be sharing my dumbass shit later in different posts, so stay tuned for that hihi

#tcc #teacher crush #tcc love #tc blog #tcc blog #teacher crush community #tc update #teacherstudent #male tc #teacher love

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Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Part 8 - Spirit of Justice (AA6) Episodes 1-3

Ep 1 - The Foreign Turnabout

Tehm'pul Temple? Lmao😂 LOL when Ahlbi gave Phoenix a magatama bun and asked him for payment😂 HAHAHA, I love how there's an option for Phoenix to say he's Khura'inese to try and get in the court😂 lmao that there's a Payne in the court here too hahahah. Phoenix is so brave to just go into the courtroom when these guys are carrying guns! Ohh I thought it was Winston Payne but it's actually Gaspen Payne! The Divination Seance is definitely interesting, quite convenient but obviously not infallible, I wonder how many people have been wronged because of this🥲 The Defence Culpability Act is insane, no wonder why there's no defence attorneys lmao, getting the same sentence as the criminal if you lose? That is crazy! I love Phoenix and obviously he'll continue the defence even if it means he could get the same punishment as his client, but seeing him so resolutely choose to do so always makes me think he's so cool!

Rayfa is so childish lmao😂 I'm so glad the judge is sensible haha. If there's blood on the back of the victim's head, why does everyone think he got whacked by Ahlbi who was at the front? Anyway, Shah'do the doggy is so cute! I'm going to punch Andistan'dhin soon if he doesn't stop singing🥲 Lmao when the melody becomes terrible when he's caught for his lies hahaha. LMAO at the speakers appearing out of nowhere😂😂 I think my ears are bleeding after that testimony with the speakers honestly loll. Why is no one questioning the guitar thing he used at the ceremony which is completely different from the one he's currently using even though he keeps saying he used this one?? I was wondering why the victim's hand was also bloody but I didn't want to think that he was the thief considering Ahlbi respected him. I don't know why they thought the treasure was still in the box when Ahlbi said in the beginning that Rohl asked him if he stole it but okay🥲 Overall, not a bad start but I think the case was more interesting when Rayfa was there, Andistan'dhin was way too annoying and kept giving me a headache lol. Otherwise Shah'do and Ahlbi are super adorable and are the best things out of this case because I'm so glad they're safe haha.

Ep 2 - The Magical Turnabout

Aww, Trucy's magic show with a dragon? Looks so cute haha. It's crazy how accomplished she is at the age of 17! I love how good Apollo is at encouraging people and boosting their spirits by telling them they're fine hahaha. I'm actually kinda sad that Phoenix isn't here for Trucy's debut, and now I'm sad that he's not here for her when she's involved in this possible murder. He prioritised the end of Maya's training over Trucy's debut🥲🥲 I love examining the prison guard! It's always so fun, I never realised you could examine the microphone though, lmao at Athena asking the guard trivia questions haha! Kinda crazy to introduce Reus as someone who was part of Troupe Gramarye back in the day only to die like this! I feel bad for Trucy that this had to happen right before her first show, and it's sad that she's doubting herself that maybe she made a mistake when that's impossible. I'm glad Apollo told her his thoughts because I agree that she would never make a mistake like that. It really broke my heart to see her cry. We can't forgive whoever this culprit is that made Trucy cry! And honestly, if she stabbed Reus, why is there no blood on the sword.

Yayy, I love seeing Ema! Aww I'm so happy for her that she's a forensic investigator! Aww the Tenma family and Klavier sent Trucy flowers to celebrate her debut, that's so sweet! I wonder if Lamiroir will appear~ I'll miss Ema snacking but it's nice to see her happy. Apollo being scared of heights and wanting to hold Athena's hand at some part of the investigation of the catwalk was so cute hahahaha. Retinz is such an ass trying to end Trucy's career and get her behind bars, I hope all his TV shows fail. Wow, he's even more dodgy than expected, three million dollars compensation if it's Trucy's fault that they can't go through with the show. Lmao when you visit Trucy again and she's doing magic tricks with the guard😂😂 Trucy is so strong to push those stage lifts aside by herself and such quick thinking too! It's always so funny how Apollo teases Athena for her crazy strength😂 Eww, Retinz being into the crazy bunny Bonny is disgustinggg. Lmao at the repossessed stickers all over the Wright Anything Agency🤣 there's even one on the fake pasta thing🤣 Lmao when Retinz sticks one of the stickers on Apollo if you examine the stickers hahahaha. Phoenix saying he believes in Apollo and that he'll save the Agency and Trucy is sweet🥲

Wow Nahyuta is much prettier than expected! Oh wow, so Reus got kicked out of Troupe Gramarye because he tried to go on stage even though Magnifi thought he was too unskilled after making some sort of mistake that injured himself�� Pretty disgusting that Reus was planning to wreck the show by exposing everything in that notebook during the show. I kinda felt sorry for him that he seemed to have a bright future but I guess he was out for Trucy just because she's a Gramarye. Lmao when Nahyuta said Apollo is going to reincarnate into a stink bug in his next life at this rate he's defending a criminal and the judge calls him Mr Stink Bug hahahahaha. The divine punishment Nahyuta was referring to for Ema was a salary re-evaluation? HAHAHA that's so funny😂😂 Lmao that Ema dusted every surface in the theatre for fingerprints😂 Taxpayers money disappearing on these fingerprint powders hahahah! It's so cute when Ema is happy (on a personal level) when Apollo finds contradictions😆 It's so cute how Apollo wants to be upgraded from stink bug to stag beetle when Nahyuta praises him because stag beetles are cool😂 I like how everyone disses Apollo for his red suit, even Nahyuta says his voice is as loud as his suit😂😂 A loud red pepper in his previous life HAHAHA. Lmao at Nahyuta throwing his prayer beads at Apollo😂 I feel bad for him😂 I have to say, I am quite liking Nahyuta as a prosecutor, I think his arguments are pretty sound and logical despite the verbal and now physical abuse hahaha! It was quite nice of Nahyuta to praise and appreciate Ema for her invaluable testimony and for not letting her personal feelings get in the way. I'm glad Nahyuta didn't take any of Bonny's bs and made her shut up and say her testimony haha. Evil red pepper HAHAHA. LOL at Bonny breaking character without that much of a push from anyone😂 I love the bunny jumping out of the hat animation, it's so cutee even though Bonny isn't cute. I can't believe there's a Bonny and Betty. I guess I should have expected that with the unknown fingerprints but I'm still surprised haha. That scripted prank was definitely mean.

I really like how now a bat comes out of Betty's hat and a bunny comes out of Bonny's hat hahaha. Honestly, with how terrible Retinz is, it feels more like he's Reus and that he was once a magician. I love how they just let Trucy bring a real sword into the courtroom and show her magic trick, it was super cool though! I was really happy when Bonny was encouraged by Trucy's strength and courage and decided to not let Betty overpower her and did what she wanted to do by testifying. Nahyuta lining up for an hour to eat a burger is a hilarious image. I need to see hahaha. Now I feel sorry for this fan that admired Reus/Retinz and died for his revenge.. I quite like Retinz's animations after the reveal, they're pretty cool! I knew the pulley thing was important but I didn't expect it to be the way they killed the fake Reus, that's pretty cruel to the poor guy. I was wondering why the fingerprints in the coffin sides were so weird, it's because they were swapped since Retinz didn't know Bonny made a mistake and put the blood on the wrong side!

The only disappointing thing about Nahyuta (other than being way too insulting sometimes!) is how he refused to admit he was wrong even at the end of trial and insisted on Trucy being the murderer, I'm glad Apollo put him in his place and said he'd go to hell for trying to make an innocent girl to to prison. Something very fitting and probably one of the reasons why it was done so was having Apollo be the one to expose Retinz, since technically Apollo is a Gramarye too, so having him be his foil was fitting. I definitely agree with Apollo that Trucy is no greenhorn and is a great and perfectly capable magician with how she handled everything with a smile with the support of Apollo. I love their bond and the ending was funny too with Apollo being part of the magic show haha! Overall, I definitely think this was a solid case with great emotions all around since it involved Trucy and it was awesome to see Ema again. I still feel bad for the victim because he was basically killed for no fault of his own and he died in such a cruel way too. It's kinda ironic that Retinz in the end killed one of the only people who truly believed in his capabilities as a magician and admired him for it. He really lost sight of what was more important than his grudge. Anyway, Nahyuta is amusing for now and I'm keen to see his relation to Apollo.

Episode 3 - The Rite of Turnabout

Don't get me wrong, Ahlbi is adorable but Shah'do on his head? Cutest dog of all time, he rivals Toby with Gina! I love how it prays when Ahlbi does, and basically imitates him hahaha, so adorable! I think the water spring in front of Tehm'pul Temple is so beautiful with that reflection. It's crazy how much praying is done, two days of praying non-stop?! Lmao at Maya dissing Phoenix's hair for being dull and drooping😂 I find it hilarious that Phoenix fainted from back pain when he tried to get into position to pray😂 I didn't want it to be the high priest that's dead since he has a baby coming along but it really is him!! So sad🥲 But lol, Maya is the accused again😂 Why is Ema here though🧐 LOL at Ema taking the fingerprints of those people praying who haven't moved at all even though there was a murder😂 She really took the opportunity lmao. It's actually pretty funny how Nahyuta tricked Ema to come here to see the "latest forensic techniques" and she's like I went back in time when she got here😂 Lmao when Rayfa cheated by getting Nayna to explain to her about the Inner Sanctum and got all sulky before that when Phoenix caught her out for not knowing much😂 It's pretty funny how Rayfa is the "assistant" since she's following Phoenix around checking that he's not doing anything dodgy.

The Khura'in detention centre is kinda pretty. A bigger window than the usual one haha. Lmao at Phoenix saying Maya should be used to being the usual suspect by now😂 Even though Rayfa can be kinda annoying with her hostility, it's nice to see how much she cares about her people and how considerate she tries to be, she is just 14 years old after all and has a big role. Lmao when Beh'leeb uses her husband's photos to talk and changes photos depending on her expressions😂 Huhh? Justice Minister Inga is Rayfa's father? And her mother is the queen, Ga'ran? Hmmm? Khura'in really feels like a corrupt place huh! Especially with this guy and honestly the queen doesn't seem better from the first impression. I'm starting to think the rebels are probably right. I also questioned as to whether Rayfa has anything better to do than follow Phoenix so I'm glad Maya said that hahahaha. The Plumed Punisher and the Steel Samurai having basically the same theme song but with different instruments is pretty funny and I love that strap that plays the song😂The main reason I was sad that Maya is again the defendant was that she wouldn't be his assistant, but thankfully she still is, yay! Lmao at the Judge saying it's fitting for a lawyer with a defiled soul to have a criminal as a partner haha!

I love the detail that the butterfly on Nahyuta's finger in Khura'in isn't translucent but a real butterfly now? I can't believe the lowest level of Hell here is the Hell of Tickling lmao. I can't believe Rayfa can get a clearer projection but she has never done so (or at least for Ahlbi's trial), and it's possibly inaccurate enough that a word changed??? Ridiculous to even think we should be believing completely in these Divination Seances. Anyway, this dodgy bearded guy seems to be the escaped prisoner I presume. Lmao at him escaping again. Lmao at Nahyuta's beads stopping Phoenix from pointing his finger hahahaha, I guess that's less rude than the one he did to Apollo's head😂 I have to admit though, the scheme Nahyuta thinks Maya did to kill the High Priest sounds pretty good, but pointless since the Seance said she was the killer anyway lol. I didn't expect the Guilty but I also didn't expect the next death during the trial lol. Mr Zeh'lot was the one who died omg, to die while praying is kinda sad. Hmm if they're talking about measuring the time of death by body temperature, how accurate would it be considering how cold this place of prayer is and how long he's been here? Ohh the person who Maya exchanged the Steel Samurai watch to get the Plumed Punisher strap was Beh'leeb? Dhurke was a lawyer previously?! He looks so menacing, I didn't expect that haha! OMG a photo of Dhurke, Nahyuta and Apollo?! So Nahyuta and Apollo are like childhood friends?? Wait WHAT, Dhurke's sons?!?!?! So they're brothers?!?! Nahyuta used to be a rebel?!?! Oh, Apollo is his adopted son🧐 I'm starting to think that Ms InMee is either a relevant person in the rebels or Lady Kee'ra haha. I don't want to believe in the latter though since she does seem to love her husband.

I guess the Divination Seance didn't work because Zeh'lot is not his real name? Lmao when the judge tried to say he's got that clergy mark on his buttocks and Nahyuta cut him off and was like too much information😂😂 I guess with the Seance showing the Plumed Punisher theme song, the killer must be Beh'leeb? I actually thought the beak of the bird was the murder weapon but I guess the other protruding feathers probably make more sense hahahha. I actually feel bad for Rayfa though. She's been taught to believe that the Divination Seance is the truth and not a means to the truth and firmly believed that, so having Phoenix basically shove in her face that she's been interpreting it wrong is hard to stomach, especially since she's probably been convicting people with them since however long she's been able to do it. I was wondering why the high priest said Maya channeled Lady Kee'ra to kill when no one knows her face. Anyway, I guess I can kindaaa understand why Tahrust killed himself to protect his wife, but it was pretty slack to push everything on to Maya. I guess the good thing is that I'm glad Beh'leeb's love was really true and not fake and I definitely support the rebels! The only thing is, the case itself was boring and only felt like a setup and reason showing the injustice of the legal system in Khura'in. It wasn't very engaging and fell kinda flat imo. Datz was a cool guy though I guess lol.

Overall, Trucy's case was definitely my favourite, then Ahlbi's and then Maya's. Trucy's one flowed well, had good emotions and it really felt fun trying to solve it. In a sense, it was like a big magic show for you to uncover the truth behind things for the show and for the case. Retinz was great because of how petty he was and he had a good breakdown sequence. He's a disappointing guy that lost focus on what he should have cared about but I guess that's exactly why it was tragic but also interesting. The first case showed once again Phoenix's resolve as a lawyer to protect his client and pursue the truth no matter what, even if it means risking his life and I enjoyed that the most about it even though I didn't like the culprit and his shenanigans. But the third case was definitely the weakest because of how long it dragged and I wasn't particularly feeling it until the channelling part. It was good to show the consequences of the law here but I still think it was horrible for that guy to do this to Maya knowing she would die for it if Phoenix wasn't around. Now let's see how the last few cases fare!

#phoenix wright ace attorney #ace attorney #spirit of justice

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seitmai · 4 months ago

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Many thoughts so read more it is..

“Mommy, I’m sleepy,” she groans, looking up at you. You know how tired she is, her eyes tell you everything. She looks towards Andy, and then at you. He has been amazing. Calm, and rational, while you’ve been a ball of emotions. “Can Andy hold me like you are Suede so I can sleep?”

I get it, I want to be held by Andy to fall asleep too

“No, being a mother is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and I love it. But seeing him like this, and how he was earlier; Andy, I could have lost him.” “But we didn’t,” a new round of never ending tears flow freely, and he doesn’t even realize what those two letters mean to you. We. You didn’t have to do this alone. You didn’t have to sit here with Suede, while Scott took Audrey home. You didn’t have to carry all this emotion and responsibility alone.

🥹🥹🥹

“I should have said that he’s a happy healthy boy because of the way that you have been raising him. Your kids are incredible because of you,” you hate crying. Despise it. And today you have cried so much! “Hey,” you look at Andy as he places Audrey in her seat. Taking so much care, so he doesn’t wake her up, “Can you let me shoulder some of this burden?” Placing your baby boy in his seat, you peer at Andy from across the car, and nod your head. Clearing your throat, “As long as you let me carry some of your burdens.”

They really just wann do it all together, the good and the bad 🥹

Her brow furrows while she starts drawing figures in the jury box. Pausing to count each one, and Andy lets out a long breath, “Daddy said I’m going to be a lawyer, so I need to know these things,” she stops again, poking a finger at each figure, drawing in two more. “Twelve.”

There is so much pressure on her and she is just 4 😭

“How does…no. I mean, is he going to always look like that now?” Her face crinkles up a bit, “He was cuter before.”

Lmao I love the honesty of kids and siblings have a special kind of honesty, I know from experience 😅

Are you okay? You know you can talk to your mom, me, even your dad about this whenever you want,” she looks back down at her drawing, and shakes her head. “No, you’re not okay?” “I’m okay, but daddy don’t like to talk about this, and it makes mommy sad.”

She should not have to deal with this 💔

Holding him on your hip as you grab the towel next to Scott, and he grabs your wrist, “You’re being negligent since he came into your life.” “Careful with your words, Scott. Because you purposefully let that woman bring a cat into my house, knowing our son was allergic,” you jerk your hand away from him, and bring the towel with you. Getting into the bedroom when you maneuver it around Suede’s body. “You do not get to put this on me. Just today your fiancé was telling us how Suede would like apples with walnuts on it.”

Yes!! Tell him!!👏🏻

“You got as much to say as she does with Taylor living with you. For the past three months, if I recall. That is when her apartment lease was up, and it wasn’t renewed. Now, I’m guessing since she hasn’t signed anywhere else, and you added another person to your own rental agreement, that she officially lives with you. So let’s quit going tit for tat, Scott because I got you beat. Whatever happened in the past, is the past. Currently we’re all trying to make sure that kids are happy and healthy. Suede is happy, and despite an added allergy, he’s healthy. Audrey is happy, despite her drawing a courtroom for fun,” Andy will continue to bring this up because it disgusts him. She should be playing with Barbie dolls.

Wow this was perfect 👏🏻

“And he doesn’t have to kick you when you’re down. What are you two doing?” You don’t move, just smile at the kids being able to see you and Andy love each other. It takes two point five seconds before they run, and crash into your back. “Do not get all silly, it’s bedtime,” they’re happy. They’re happy despite the chaos and hurt of the day. Giggling and having fun. Seeing true love between the adults in the house. A family in every sense of the word.

🥰🥰🥰

His eyes are so glossy, and you want to hold him so tightly. He didn’t have a family growing up. Didn’t have a present mother, father was in prison, didn’t have siblings, and you knew how much he wanted moments like this. “I’m fine,” Andy opts to keep his shirt, and pajama bottoms on. You get it, but you do love his topless suggles.

The moments he always wished for 🥹

Haha just imagining Ransom on the floor for a sleep over 😂

She's so sweet 🥰

That is all it takes for Audrey and Suede to reach for the bags, pulling out the perfectly stuffed tissue paper. Audrey squeals as she holds up an iPad box, and your head immediately jerks towards Ransom, and Suede giggles, pulling out his own. “Ransom!” “What, they’re minis. And, they have their own data, so they can call you whenever they want.”

I love that his reasoning is that he got them not iPads but iPad minis 😂

He really is the worst 🤢

“You’re a pig, and that is the least of the things I can say. You called your own children baggage, and the only drama in her life is you. You want to say you got the best years, and you didn’t. I got all her firsts, and I’m going to have all her lasts, and you’re going to be a sad pathetic lonely man. Do you get that? Clearly you do, and that’s why you’re so bitter. You were a placeholder in her life, one that gave her the two best things you could, and you don’t even realize it. You had it all. Everything, and you threw it away for a woman that’s barely a woman, and when she’s bored, she will leave you. And if I ever hear you say another thing about my future wife…”

Ngl I love Andy's rants against Scott 🤭

No one has ever told you they love how you are a mother. It was just something that was expected of you. But hearing it from him is nearly painful. A pain that reverberates through your body because you believe him, and his words are strong. It’s a love that is so powerful it stings and overwhelms.

🥹🥹🥹

“Damn right it is. Go to sleep, little deer. I’ll clean everything up, and unlock the door, okay?” You smile, and nod. Letting beautiful dreams of unknown children, and your two oldest run around in a big backyard. What a dream. What a beautiful dream.

A dream that hopefully soon will be reality 🤞🏻

Two Good Reasons, Part 6

Summary: Andy’s

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, Scott Huffman, mentions of Suede’s bee stings, cute and sweet Ransom, self esteem issues, oral sex (F receiving), body worship, breeding kink, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 8K

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Lifting up Suede’s hand, you kiss over his welts and swollen skin. He had finally gone to sleep a little bit ago, and now you get to fully look over his pitiful body. Eyes puffy, nearly swollen shut, while welts dot over his exposed skin in a grotesque painful looking way. Putting his arm down, you glance over at Audrey who is nodding off to sleep. Lifting up her hand where a pretty pink bandage now resides to kiss her sting as well. She was a trooper through it all.

It hadn’t ever occurred to you how much Andy stepped back more with Audrey. Not because he didn’t like her or wasn’t comfortable, but because she has a voice, and she has a great relationship with her father. So instead of forcing, Andy waits on her. “If it’s okay with him, why don’t you ask?”

“Andy,” she sleepily says looking at him. He already leans back in the chair, but waits for her to actually ask him, “Can you hold me, so I can sleep?”

“Of course, princess,” you hold her hand, so she can jump off the exam table, and she wobbles one time before she gets to Andy, and he picks up your abnormally small daughter, and lets her koala on him, using his shoulder as a resting spot for her head. It’s nearly instantly her breathing changes.

“Thank you,” you sigh, wiping tears from your eyes. You thought you loved Andy, but seeing him in dad mode makes you love him more. It still shocks you just how much you do love him in this state, “Not just for that, but today. All of it. It was a good day, until it wasn’t.”

“Were you aware of his allergy to bees?” You shake your head no, and tears steadily stream down your cheeks. It is just another thing to add to his growing list. Food allergies were terrifying, but you still had ways to control them. Bees are something you can't. You can’t keep him inside, locked up in a bubble.

“Honey,” Andy coos, trying to soothe you from afar, and you shake your head in frustration. Wiping away the saline trails that stain your face.

“No, being a mother is one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, and I love it. But seeing him like this, and how he was earlier; Andy, I could have lost him.”

“But we didn’t,” a new round of never ending tears flow freely, and he doesn’t even realize what those two letters mean to you. We. You didn’t have to do this alone. You didn’t have to sit here with Suede, while Scott took Audrey home. You didn’t have to carry all this emotion and responsibility alone.

“Seeing him like that never gets easier.”

“How many times have you had to use the EpiPen?”

“That was just the second time. But it was somehow worse. It happened so fast, and I could see him straining to breathe, and he just couldn’t. And he was just looking up at me, so scared, and in so much pain. Seventeen times,” you lament. “He was stung seventeen times. And everything was rushing around us, and all I could see was my baby unable to just breathe. Allergies suck.”

“Fuck allergies,” you snort out a laughter as you brush back Suede’s curls. Even swollen, he is one of the most beautiful babies you’ve ever seen. Him and Audrey tied. Everyone thinks their own children are beautiful, but you just know, you have the most beautiful babies ever.

Andy stands abruptly when the door opens, followed by the doctor. Audrey never stirs, and he holds her tighter. It was such a fluid motion, like he was meant to be a father. Standing at attention for any news. “Alright, Mr. And Mrs. Huffman,” Andy rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything. The doctor thought the kids were his, and that’s all he cares about. Even if the last name annoyed him.

“I think it’s safe to say that Suede is allergic to bees for now. Here’s a prescription for a new EpiPen, and we’ve got him scheduled for a visit with his allergist. He needs to be tested again,” you assumed that was coming, and you dread it.

“Is there a possibility he isn’t allergic and it was because of the amount of stings?” Out of the corner of your eyes you see Andy slowly rub over Audrey’s back. Whether it was to keep her asleep or his own anxiety, you’re not sure, but in a weird way it soothes you.

The doctor sighs, “It’s possible of course, but you still need to go to the allergist. Other than that, he’s fine. He’ll probably need to do a sinus wash, give him his antihistamine, monitor him, but other than that, he’s free to go,” you nod. Overwhelmed, and exhausted yourself. Scooting to the edge of the exam table before Andy steps over, holding out his hand.

“Mrs. Huffman, I see you look defeated, and you shouldn’t be. He’s a strong boy, and you reacted quickly. You did everything that you could to prevent anything terrible. Don’t beat yourself up. Your son is a happy healthy boy because of how you two are raising him,” Andy beams. Standing up straighter, but then he looks at you, softening his smile as he helps you off the table. “Suede deserves lots of rest, and may I suggest mango sorbet?”

“We’ll keep that in mind, doctor. Thank you,” his words lift so much pressure off your back. Exhausted didn’t even begin to describe the way you feel. Exhaustion laces through every fiber of your body as you and Andy walk out of the ER. His hand firmly planted on the small of your back.

Placing your baby boy in his seat, you peer at Andy from across the car, and nod your head. Clearing your throat, “As long as you let me carry some of your burdens.”

“Doe, I’ve never kept any secrets from you. You know all about my life, my family, and you still want me in yours and their life. But yes, if it gets too hard, we can be each other’s support,” for the first time since you heard Suede’s pained cries, and Audrey’s shrill screams, you smile. This is a difficult situation, but knowing you’re not alone as you trudge through this uncharted territory helps. Things don’t feel so heavy.

Settling into the car, Andy grabs your hand in his own quickly, while you lay up against his shoulder. Just breathing, and just listening to them. All of them. Including Andy.

——

“Auds, what cha doing?” Andy places another dish in the dishwasher, while Audrey sticks her tongue out, scribbling something on a piece of paper. She sits up on her knees with her face so close to the paper. “Audrey, you’re going to hurt your eyes,” and she sits back a bit more, and looks up at Andy.

“Who is the ban-if again?” Her head twists to the side, looking like a puppy as Andy throws a towel on the counter, walking towards the dinner table. He looks down at the picture Audrey has been coloring, and bites his tongue.

“This is the judge. That is the defense attorney, and this is you, the prosecutor. But what is the ban-if? I can’t remember.”

“Bailiff,” Andy says softly, reaching for his own crayon. He draws a person, and Audrey looks up at him smiling. “Do you remember what they do?”

“Umm,” he tries to make sense of this. Tries to figure out why a four year old is drawing parts of a courtroom for fun when she should be actually playing. Or coloring My Little Ponies or something. Anything but this. “That’s the one that is like a police officer? And they can take criminals back to jail?”

“Yeah, they’re the ones that keep the courtroom safe. Why are you doing this?”

Audrey leans back in her chair, looking up at Andy, “Can I have an applesauce pack?” Finally something normal for a child. He gets up out of his seat, and returns with two pouches. One for him, and one for her. She only eats one squeeze before she stares at her drawing. “Did Suede almost die?”

“No,” he answers without hesitation. Not almost. He could have, but everyone did what they needed to do.

“He looked purple though,” Andy’s fingers drum over the kitchen table, trying to think of a way to answer her questions. Questions that you might refuse to answer. “I tell Taylor that Suede can’t have walnuts or eggs because he’ll die, but can he really?”

“Yes, he can. But that’s why we carry those pens with us. They’re the safety measure until we get him to the hospital. As long as we’re careful…”

“How does…no. I mean, is he going to always look like that now?” Her face crinkles up a bit, “He was cuter before.”

“The swelling will go down. I’m sure it’ll look different for a few days, but it won’t stay that way. Are you okay? You know you can talk to your mom, me, even your dad about this whenever you want,” she looks back down at her drawing, and shakes her head. “No, you’re not okay?”

“I’m okay, but daddy don’t like to talk about this, and it makes mommy sad.”

“I’ll always listen. Mommy will, too. Even if it makes her sad,” he sees a slight grin edge up on her face before he settles back into his chair, and she picks up a different crayon. He couldn’t stop what’s already been done, so might add to it, “Where does the witness sit during cross examination?”

Her body wiggles around excitedly, drawing a square next to the judge, and then a little figure, “Good job, sweetheart,” he says, flicking his head towards the door before he jogs off to answer the knock. “Evening, Scott.”

“Where’s my son?” he pushes past Andy, and into the foyer, walking down the hall, and deeper in the house. Looking around the living room when he doesn’t see Suede. “And my daughter?”

“Audrey is doing courtroom homework in the dining room, and Suede is getting a bath in the big tub,” he flicks his eyes towards the dining room, before returning to Andy. “Audrey’s fine. I think you should check on Suede.”

Scott rolls his eyes before walking towards his old bedroom. Glancing towards the open closet, and his jaw tightens. Andy’s clothes were all in the closet. In the hamper. A different bed. He barely knocks on the door to the bathroom before opening it, and Suede looks at you before standing up in the tub, and trying to give you a hug. You softly run your hand up and down his back, keeping your movements slow. Careful not to be harsh on his welts.

Scott scans over Suede’s body before leaning back on the bathroom counter, and Suede gives him a little smile, realizing he wasn’t there to take him from you. You keep humming the song you had been humming before Suede squats back down, and falls into the water with a laugh.

“How is he?” It’s one of the first times you’ve ever felt like Scott has sounded concerned for Suede. “How many stings? My god. Buddy, you okay?”

“Chess. Mama. Na Na,” his few words turn to gibberish, and Scott pinches the bridge of his nose.

“He’s got to go back to the allergist, and get pricked again,” your hand skims the warm water. Trying to relax Suede, but relax yourself more. The ability to see all his stings hurt you so much.

“I think it’s safe to say that he’s allergic to bees. How many stings?”

Suede’s hand reaches towards yours before he stands, and creates a slide down the back of the tub. Giggling before doing it again. “You know I don’t like when he does that in my house.”

“Seventeen times,” you try to change the subject. Suede rarely took a bath in the big tub. And as soon as you caught Scott fucking the babysitter, his rules for your children having fun didn’t apply anymore. “Audrey was stung once.”

“Is she okay?” Keeping your eyes on your baby, you roll your eyes, but nod.

“Yes. They got the stinger out, and gave her a pink unicorn bandage. There’s a little bit of swelling, but it’s her left hand, so she can still hold a crayon.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being condescending or not,” not towards your daughter, but towards his priorities.

“And neither can I,” everything you said was the truth, and under normal circumstances, you wouldn’t have cared for his concern. But here sits his son with seventeen stings, welts, swollen, wet coughs, and a snotty nose, and he’s worried about one sting. “His face turned purple again.”

“And how long did it take you to get to him?” Even though his words are calm, they cut deeply. Watching Suede now, you realize this evening could have ended very differently in a matter of seconds.

“It didn’t take long, but his airways had been sealed shut.”

“Seventeen goddamn times,” he says your name, and tears instantly flood your vision. “What the hell were you doing when our baby was stung that many times?”

“I was closer than you were.”

“Because it was your weekend. I would have never…”

“I didn’t know he was allergic to bees!” You shout, causing Suede to flinch. You take a deep breath, continuing the conversation softer, “Do you think I want my children to be stung? For them to feel any pain? Especially when it comes to their lives?” Suede whispers ‘Mama,’ standing up in the water, and he leans against you. “Do not put this on me, and act like it was my fault, I already feel guilty enough as it is.”

“You should!” Your eyes squeeze shut. Inhale. Exhale. You slowly open your eyes and look at Suede when you pick him up out of the tub without a towel. Holding him on your hip as you grab the towel next to Scott, and he grabs your wrist, “You’re being negligent since he came into your life.”

“Careful with your words, Scott. Because you purposefully let that woman bring a cat into my house, knowing our son was allergic,” you jerk your hand away from him, and bring the towel with you. Getting into the bedroom when you maneuver it around Suede’s body. “You do not get to put this on me. Just today your fiancé was telling us how Suede would like apples with walnuts on it.”

“That’s different!”

“How?” You shout. Actually raising your voice, and then pull the towel covered Suede closer against your body, while you snuggle him. “How is that different?”

“Because she didn’t actually do it! You’re the one that was stupid enough to take your eyes off our kids, probably to make out with Andy fucking Barber!”

“It’s time for you to leave,” Andy’s presence is enormous as he steps into the doorframe. Hands on his hips, and his voice so calm, and yet demanding. It’s easy to see why he is feared in the courtroom. How everyone knows he will be a judge one day. “You’re not coming into our home and talking like that in front of the kids.”

“Take a look at the deed, you prick,” Scott spins on his heels stopping in front of Andy, “There is no ‘our’ with you. There’s not even ‘our’ with me. There’s one person’s name on that deed, and it’s not hers. You want to know the reason why she’s still living here?”

“Because she’s got your children. You wouldn’t want her and the kids to be homeless now, would you?” Scott and Andy silently stare at one another. “I would have given her the house, too, Scott. It’s what good men do, right?”

“I’m still going for sole custody. This incident will be recorded. I’ve already gotten a copy of his ER discharge papers,” Andy’s eyes go ablaze with every disgusting word he says.

“No! Scott, don’t you dare! You don’t even want him. You let her bring a cat into his home! That was intentional,” you hold Suede even tighter, and Andy raises his hand slightly, keeping his eyes on your soon to be ex husband.

“Scott, you’re going to quit threatening my girlfriend.”

“My wife,” Scott gives him an evil smirk.

“That you cheated on,” Scott blinks quickly, looking away for a split second, “I should probably look at the prenup agreement, huh? You’re going to quit with your idle threats, you’re not going to push for sole custody. You’re going to carry on with the agreement that was settled in mediation, and when we find a house, you can have this place back since you’re the only one on the deed.”

“We’re still married. You know I can have something to say about you living here,” you wish he would. You wish that he would say something. Pig.

“This isn’t over,” Scott grunts before shoving past Andy’s shoulder. He stops to look towards the dining room before walking to the front door, leaving with a slam, and not a word to Audrey, and you gracefully fall to the floor. Clinging to and rocking Suede.

Exhausted.

Mentally exhausted.

Andy reaches on the bed, handing you Suede’s pajamas and cream. Sitting on the edge of the bed quietly as you put a diaper on him. Rubbing the cream into all of his stings. Slipping those pajamas on before lifting him up and holding him so tightly, and still he says nothing. He stares out into space.

“Suedey, you want to go get sissy so we can get everyone in bed?”

“Chess,” he runs off, and you spin to look at Andy. He’s the only reason you’re upright at this moment. He has been your strength.

“Would you tell me if I overstep my bounds?” You get to your knees, crawling in between his thighs before laying on his lap. Extending both arms around his waist, and just hug him. “This is too sweet, but you’re not answering.”

“Yes, babe, I’d tell you. You know you’re the only person that’s ever taken up for me,” Andy gives your back scritches. Sighing as his body relaxes. Going limp almost at your calming touch, “You didn’t have to go so hard on him with the house, but I loved it.”

“Since…since Suedey is sleeping in here, can I sleep in here, too?” Andy looks at you, and you look at him, and without saying a word, and barely either of your faces changing, you know the answer. You give her a nod and she runs, struggling to get into the bed.

Suede’s eyes already get heavy, his antihistamine kicking in. Audrey understood that her brother is going to sleep on your chest all night, while you hardly sleep. A paranoia of his breathing stopping, so you need to watch his body rise and fall with his oxygen intake.

“How about a movie?” Audrey asks, motoring her lips and blowing a raspberry. She’s extra cute when she thinks she’s being sly.

“One movie. Lights completely out,” you tell her, crawling into the bed with Audrey. “Andy?” It isn't hesitation in his eyes as much as it’s observing. Smiling as Audrey leans over on your stomach. Wiggling around to get comfortable, and then reaches for her brother’s hand. “You okay?”

“Is there room for me?” He asks lifting his edge of the bed’s covers up.

“Chess, Na Na! Hewe!”

“You hold mommy’s hand.”

“I don’t mind if I do,” Andy leans over, giving you a quick peck to your temple, causing an uproar of sleepy laughter, and he weaves his fingers in yours. His other hand grabs the remote. “I say we watch Winnie the Pooh,” both kids nod, giggling again.

“Next time can Ann come to our slumber party?”

“Where is he going to sleep, baby?”

Audrey shrugs, sitting up in the bed to look on the floor, “There’s room for him to sleep down there,” you shush her. Already she was getting too excited about Ann visiting. Ransom would never sleep on the floor, but she didn’t have to know it. She settles back in between you and Andy, and you glimpse her edging a little closer to him. Finally, sticking her foot out, so she can touch him, too.

Touch is a way she shows her comfort. Before Suede was born, if she slept in the bed with you and Scott, she’d lay diagonally between the two of you. Hands on you, feet on him. It feels right. Like they’ve always belonged to him. To you and him.

Today has been exhausting, but this is the way you would want it to end. Suede’s rattling breathing on your chest, Audrey snuggled next to you, a hand holding Suede’s and a foot on Andy’s waist. She’s making sure she touches everyone. And the man that you know is without a doubt your soulmate. Your mate. Your best friend. And the man you are going to marry, once the divorce is over. But there’s a part of you that also believes you could maybe give him a child. It’s what he deserves.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him, and he pulses his hand around yours.

“Get a couple hours of sleep. I’ll watch his breathing,” you thank him again, but you can’t sleep. Not like that. You're sure he’s fine, but a mother will forever worry. But tonight, the worry isn’t as bad because you have your entire world in one bed.

——

“Uhh!” Suede stops his playing in the middle of the floor. His eyes big and wide as he stares at you, and then at Andy. “Hewe!”

“I’ll get it!” Audrey runs towards the door with you close behind. Going as fast as her short little legs will carry her, and Suede is right behind. She slings the door open, gasping as she stares at the tall man, “Uncle Ann!”

“Uncle?” Ransom asks confused.

“Ann!”

“Ran, what are you doing here?” He brings his hands out from behind his back, shrugging as he holds out two gift bags, too expertly decorated, and you give him an odd look. “What are you doing?”

“One, two!” Audrey shouts. Jumping up and down, and getting the same reaction from Suede. “There’s two, that’s for me and Suedey!”

“It is. Can I come in?” You step aside, waiting for Ransom to enter before closing the door, “Where’s your less than desirable boyfriend?”

“I heard that,” Andy steps out of the kitchen, extending a hand to his colleague, and Ransom shakes his head no. “I was cleaning up after lunch,” Ransom grimaces, “Doe made lunch, I cleaned up. And then for dinner we’re ordering out.”

“Indian!”

“Chess!” as if in response Andy smiles wide, noticing the presents, and both kids chasing Ransom’s arms that keep lifting the bags up. You have kept both kids out of ‘school’ until Suede fully heals. Needing to see what his new allergies are before you let him out of your sight. Audrey wanted to stay with her brother, much to Scott’s chagrin.

“Me?” Suede asks, jumping up and down excitedly.

“Yes, one is for you.”

“Let’s clean up the living room, and take everything back to the playroom room first,” the kids groan, but head into the living room, “Keep him here, until we’re done. It’s a mess,” Andy watches the three of you leave with the biggest smile on his face.

“So you made this thing social media official. Profile pictures changed to a family photo. I’m sure Scotty is going to love that,” Andy rolls his eyes playfully, starting to walk away, and Ransom chuckles. “Cute fingernail polish.”

“Audrey got bored during Suede and Doe’s nap. I’m taking it off before tomorrow. What’s in the bag?” Ransom shrugs with a smile walking down the hall before stopping. “Thought you were going to be cocky, but didn’t know where you were going.”

“Listen, I don’t get sappy, and I’m not going to start right now, but you suit this life. Maybe not in this dump of a house, but with her, the kids, maybe more kids,” his eyebrows raise and fall a few times, and Andy gets the biggest grin, “You’re already trying aren’t you? Before the divorce is finalized, that’s risky.”

“I know. I know. Her doctor and Scott really did a number to her self esteem with another pregnancy. But I am hopeful, and I enjoy the practice,” he turns around quickly, causing Suede to flinch before he giggles, screaming back down the hallway and into the living room, “I think he’s telling us they’ve cleaned, and he wants to see what the present is. And if it’s expensive, she’s going to complain.”

“Then I suppose I’ll hear her complain,” gesturing down the hall, Ransom lets Andy lead him into the living room where Suede and Audrey sit cross legged in the floor. Practically buzzing with excitement, and trying not to make grabby hands. Looking at their mom and then at Ransom. “I don’t know why you’re waiting on me.”

“What, they’re minis. And, they have their own data, so they can call you whenever they want.”

“I can call from upstairs?” You shake your head no, and Audrey pouts a bit. “Why not?”

“You can if it’s important, but these will be kept up at night. You’re not going to sit and play with them all day. You’ll have to earn time on it,” you never want your kids to be addicted to media.

“Can we take it to daddy’s and I can call you there?” You glance towards Ransom who gives you a warm smile, nodding. “And we won’t even have to ask to FaceTime you!”

“Chess!” Suede takes his box over to Andy, crawling in his lap, and he gives it a tap. “Pease, Na Na.”

“Doe, I think they earned this. And it would be a nice opportunity for the future,” there is so much more to these than either of the men are making it. It’ll be an issue with their father. But to have the ability to call them whenever they’re at Scott’s would be a huge relief. You can only answer with a nod, motioning Audrey to let you help her open the box. Whispering a thank you to Ransom.

Relief warms your body. It could be just for the moment, Scott may not let them use the iPads, but right now, you have an ease when you didn’t realize it was something that bothered you. Now that Suede has at least one more allergy to deal with, you just know nobody watches him quite like you do. Even his father. Even Andy. And that’s something you have to deal with in your own time.

——

Andy nods his goodbye to the judge, collecting all his things, and tries to keep his eyes on his task. It was a trial with Scott. Andy had thankfully remained calm and collected, while Scott was losing grip on the trial. Taking things far too personally. The Neanderthal part of Andy wants to lash out at Scott, wants to tell him to grow up. The little man with a big issue.

Halfway through the trial, and a warning from the judge, Andy realized that Scott never thought you would move on. Thought that you would be there waiting on him for when he and Taylor inevitably split up. A man that wants to belittle a woman, just so he can weasel himself back in, but he didn’t know you. Cheating was always your ��I’m done and never going back’ moment. And why anyone would want to cheat on you, the perfect woman, is beyond him.

He grabs up his briefcase, heading towards the door, and finally free from him and today. He is almost gone, “At least I got her best years,” Andy stops immediately. Contemplating how he wants to deal with this. How he wants to address Scott’s demeaning comment. During his thought process Scott walks past Andy, brushing roughly against his shoulder.

“Is there a problem?” Scott spins around, shaking his head no. Thankfully the courtroom has cleared out, but Andy is so tired of these mind games. The threats. The disgusting behavior. The low blowing comments. He’s hitting a peak that he knows he’s going to have to address. “Honestly, what’s your deal?”

“Nothing,” he acts as if to move, and then stops, “You really don’t need her drama. You’re a good looking man, and have younger women vying for your attention. You could have a woman without baggage, and one who can still give you a child,” Andy’s teeth clench just as hard as his fists. “Think about it. Your own children with your last name. And besides, you know, everything is tighter.”

“What?” Scott interrupts, and Andy smiles, resuming his walking. Let Scott ponder the things that Andy could do if he wanted to. Let him sit and think about all the things Andy could do to ruin him, while he gets to go home to you. He isn’t waiting, a new house will need to be found. Scott is pushing too many boundaries, and being shameless about it. Tonight, he just wants you to feel all the ways that he is better, and the ways you are better with him. How perfect you truly are.

——

Andy watches you from the bed. His book laying on his stomach, and his eyes flit over your entire body. For one, he just loves to look at you. He loves seeing how even though you and your body have changed, you’re still the most beautiful woman he has ever seen in his life. You’re immaculate. Perfect. He just hates he missed so many years of getting to absorb you.

Another reason he watches, you seem tense. There’s an off-ness about you this evening that he can’t put his fingers on. Coupled with the words from Scott earlier today, it bothers him. You peer at yourself longer in the mirror than you normally do. You turn your body to the side, your eyes looking up and down your body. Do you not see what he sees? Do you not realize how amazing he finds your body? How every bit of the added curves are something that he wants to kiss.

You look into the mirror, and it’s like your face falls. You don’t see you like he sees you. You don’t understand the goddess that he gets to be in the presence of every day. Every fucking day he gets to be in your orbit, and he’s thankful, but you’re looking at yourself like you hate what you see. Even as a teenager you didn’t have this much self esteem issues, and he wonders what Scott has ever said to you to make you doubt your beauty, despite your flaws.

You turn to look at him, and quickly your vision falls to the vanity in front of you, twiddling your fingers on your gown. Andy places a bookmark in his book, laying it down on the nightstand before walking into the bathroom with you. Standing behind you, while his hands trace down the sides of your body. Circling his arms around your front before he pulls you into him.

His nose inhales your newly bathed scent. Slowly making his way higher before nipping at your jaw. “Doe, honey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you lie, and one hand moves to your breasts, the other trailing further south. “Andy,” his brow furrows as he looks at your reflection. That sounds like a plea for him to stop. “Why are you with me?”

Sighing, he rests his chin on your shoulder. His hands stop, but they don’t leave their spots. Andy only looks at your reflection, “Because I love you.”

“Why?” If he could get away with it, he might kill Scott. You are a woman that is now going to question his motives because of Scott. He knows that Scott choosing Taylor hurt more than your ego, but these feelings are deeper, coming from a place of Scott words.

“You’re my best friend. You are the strongest woman I know. You make me laugh, smile, get excited to come here, and one day I’ll be going home to our family. I love seeing you be a mother, and how fiercely you love your kids,” your waterline fills with tears. No one has ever told you they love how you are a mother. It was just something that was expected of you. But hearing it from him is nearly painful. A pain that reverberates through your body because you believe him, and his words are strong. It’s a love that is so powerful it stings and overwhelms.

“You’re a damn good cook. And I love watching you in this element. I love watching you move on top of me in the mornings. Your whispered moans as you use me. I love watching you sleep. You don’t have to be doing anything, and still I love it.”

“That sounds so creepy,” you manage to huff out a laugh, and wipe away stray tears.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, but your beauty is more than your looks,” his words turn into moans as he kisses your body. Slowly taking your nightgown off you, and your hands immediately cover your stomach in shame. Everything in here with all the lights and the mirror is intimidating.

Andy sinks to his knees as he descends further down. Leaning around your body as he kisses on your arms, using his hands to pull your arms off your body, and he ghosts his lips over your belly. Saying your name like a sweet prayer with every tender touch of his lips.

“I will spend everyday worshiping you, and reminding you how perfect you are for me as long as you do the same. I will lift you up from the depths of whatever pit that Scott left you in because I need you. I love you. And I will give us a baby,” waterfalls of tears pour down your cheeks and still his lips linger. Going lower, and lower before kissing your covered core.

“I’m not giving up on you, on us, on expanding our family because Audrey and Suede are part of my family. I get all of you. Every bit of it, and I’ve always wanted it. I’ll take you in any shape or form because it’s you I want. I want to grow old with you. I want to sit on our porch in rockers, and watch our grandchildren play. You are what I’ve always wanted,” you whimper as he licks a strip up the gusset of your panties. Hooking his fingers in the elastic before pulling them slowly down your body.

He smiles at your exposed core. Desperately moaning at the sight of you even though you don’t have a thigh gap or you’re thicker than when you first were together. Despite your older age, he still stares at you like you’re a work of art. His look has never changed. His tongue roams through your split, and you spread your legs further apart. Stepping back to give him more room, and he moves to your front, sitting on the floor, while he desperately eats your cunt.

Pulling you nearly over him, and his hands roam over your naked body. His hands working you over. Loving you wordlessly. Using his hands to show he wanted your body in this form, and any form you gave him. Scott tried so many times to ruin you. Mentioned how it wouldn’t be long before Andy wanders, too because you wanted too much. And there would never be a man that holds up to your standards. Except, here he is, sitting on the floor, feasting on you like a five star dinner.

“Watch yourself,” he pants, staring up at you, and you glance down confused. “I want you to see just how amazing you look when I make you come. When I taste you, and make you moan, watch,” his face buries back into your warmth, but he keeps his eyes on you. He kneads and tweaks your nipples, and you grind over his mouth. Trying to watch yourself despite the embarrassment until the pleasure becomes too much. Watching while you enjoy the way he makes you feel.

“Andy,” he pinches your nipples harder. Rolling them in his fingers, while you let out the most beautiful mewl. Too loud, so he stops. “Andrew Barber!”

Andy maneuvers himself out of the floor, and gets right in your face as his thick hand rubs off the slick on his beard. His hands grab the hemline of his shirt, and he pulls it off his body, and then pulls down his boxers. “You’re too loud, and will wake up the kids.”

“But it feels too good,” whining because why is he a god in a man’s body? Why is sex on legs? Able to make your pussy throb, and cry for him.

“Pouting is going to get you nowhere,” he steps behind you, pressing a hand in between your shoulder blades, and adds pressure. Leaning you forward before gathering your slick on the crown of his cock. “But I will fuck you, while I cover your mouth. I’m going to make you stare at yourself, while I pump you full of cum, and breed you like a bitch in heat,” your mouth falls open, and you start to say something but he lays a hand on your mouth, and in one thrust, his cock stretches you wide open.

Yipping when he slides all the way home, “You talk too much. Just enjoy the ride,” that hand on your mouth never moves, but he grips your hip tight as he crashes into you over and over again. “See how your eyes get all glossy and wide because I’m fucking you? How your body moves every time that I fill this cunt like no one else ever has. That’s because you were made for me. You are mine. All mine, and I will fuck you until you swell with me. Our other babies are going to fawn over you. They’re going to be so excited to see their mama happy and full.”

You preen. Your back bows, but you’re watching him. He’s so sexy when he’s slightly angry. When his only determination is giving you what you want, his baby. It’s all so much. Overwhelming. You feel everything, see everything, “Keep your eyes on you,” you try, but he’s too beautiful. “Doe! On you!”

He spears into with so much force that you see stars, and watch yourself. He’s so rough, and yet, your body takes him. Takes every thick, hard inch of him. You were meant for him. You were meant solely for him. To give him a family that he’s always wanted. The new tears in your eyes are something else entirely, they’re the realization that you were for Andy. Good enough for him. Enough for him! The perfect man you could ever imagine, you were enough. And it is addictive. You’ve always been addicted to him. Always longed for him.

You tug at his arm, and his hand moves to your neck. “I’m good enough,” you plead, trying to keep your voice quiet. “I’m good enough for you.”

“You’ve always been good enough,” this isn’t love making. This is fucking, and fucking hard. It’s claiming you. It’s possessive. It’s demanding. It’s what you need. “You’ve always been mine. And you will always be mine,” he grunts, and crashes his mouth into yours. Aggressive, and nearly cruel, and you love it. You love when this side of Andy comes out. When you are the only one that sees that darker side that lurks just below the surface. He saves himself losing his cool on you.

Something pissed him off today, and your pussy suffers in pleasure. Your body tightens. Keeling as you start to lose the ability to stand, letting his hands hold you up. He gives each nipple a hard squeeze, and you scream into his mouth. Swallowing every aggravated grunt. Losing the function to be human as pleasure soaks over you like a warm blanket.

Andy’s hands slap on your belly and in one hard, pounding, deep thrust he shoots his load into your belly, and you feel it expand to take every drop. Your walls flutter, milking every bit, while he pants into your mouth. Pulling off your lips, he rests his forehead on your shoulder. “I promise you, Doe, I will fuck a baby in you. And I will never stop trying. It will happen. And you can look that doctor in the eyes, and tell him that he was wrong. You’re mine, and I will see you pregnant. I will have every experience with you.”

“I believe you,” panting, he pulls his softening cock out of you, but a hand covers your mound. “What are you doing?”

“Keeping it in there, while I walk you to the bed. And then I’m going to watch myself, leak out of your hole, and I’m fingering it back in there. This is the one. You’ll see. This is it. This is our baby.”

“I hope so, but if it’s not, can you fuck me like that again?” Waddling back into the bedroom he pushes you onto the bed, and then he’s back in between your legs, covering your hole again. “Do you need a front row seat?”

“Yes,” you giggle, and Andy smiles, kissing a line from one side of your pelvis to the other. “It’s so sexy to know I’m in there. And I’m controlling it. And it’s sexy to see you push it out. It’s sexy to watch you swallow it after it’s been in you. It’s sexy to see me drying on your skin.”

You run your fingers through his hair, smiling down at him, “Andy, I want to see you watch me leak of you,” that mouth quirks up, and he moves his hand. Staring at you like this was a blockbuster movie, and you push it out. His breathing hitches as thick rivers of him spill out of you.

Instead of immediately pushing it back in, Andy gathers some on his finger. He lifts his hand, and starts writing across your pussy. My god, he looks like a teenage boy, smiling mischievously. His finger moving over you sweetly despite being covered in cum, “What are you spelling?”

“You can’t tell?”

“I felt an ‘A’.”

“Andy’s,” he chuckles again, before looking at your gaping hole. “This is the best thing. Your pussy is a mess,” and he slides the rest back in. Pumping his fingers into your wet heat a few times. “You slut. Are you getting off on this?”

“Mhmm. Make me come on your cum, daddy.”

“Such a slut,” he didn’t want this to last. He wants you to come, so he can make you clean him off. He pulls out all the stops. Curling his fingers, adding a third one, and you’re already lifting off the bed. Already leaking. So wet. Squelches echo into the bedroom, and it’s the best lullaby. “My personal slut.”

Your orgasm comes way too fast as the calluses of his fingers massage that special spot. Waves upon waves of pleasure crash into you, and just before you moan too loudly, you cover your mouth, letting your body reach that perfect height when everything falls down. Clenching your eyes closed, and when you open them, Andy is hovering over you with messy fingers.

“Open up,” you obey, and he holds out his fingers for you to suck every bit of your essences off him. Moaning just as much as he is. “That’s the one, Doe. I just fucked a baby in you. I just know it.”

“Doesn’t matter,” he cocks up an eyebrow, and your eyes get so heavy, “Because this,” you lay both hands on your belly. So sleepy. “This is Andy’s.”

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saano · 11 months ago

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I had a dumb dream and I really feel like I need to tell someone so it's going on the tumblr, lmao.

So I don't recall what got me to this point, but from where the vivid memory starts is when someone recommends I watch a movie so I look it up on IMDb. The Movie title is Better.

Our scene opens past the muted skyline of the City of Baltimore and into a somber courtroom. A large man is standing in the defense; he’s built like a wall and his head is shiny. He is crying.

On a rich mahogany table in the center of the courtroom, bright coloured boxes of fruit snacks are being stacked.

"They say that Betty Crocker purposely made these fruit snacks taste better than the ones they did in collaboration with [name of cartoon]," says the defense attorney representing the man built like a wall. The attorney has bright red, curly hair, and wears a suit of primary colors below a painted face with a clown nose.

"Please," the crying man says. "My wife needs an answer. She doesn't have much time."

The attorney turns to his defendant with a sympathetic look, eyebrows scrunch in determination.

"I will find an answer to this, Mr [name]. I may have pulled the pranks and smashed pies into the faces of people in the past, but that was my duty as a clown. This is why I am the right person for this case."

The judge presiding the case looks down from his chair, his eyes squinting in thought. “We need to find Destiny,” he says. “He can get to the bottom of this.”

Destiny, we find out, is a culinary scientist.

#saano writes #dumb dream #weird dream #idk what are tags lmao

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littlegoldfinchh · 3 years ago

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Another reason why me going to law school is so funny because. I genuinely hate confrontation so much. I hate arguing, i will take everything personally and i can and will cry if I'm getting too frustrated

#i will also become hostile #like. i don't wanna argue with you i want to fistfight you in the parking lot #i dunno what my parents were thinking lmao #''oh our child is extremely conflict avoidant and has anxiety problems. she'll be a fine lawyer''#mother i will cry in the courtroom while attacking the defense attorney #rambling

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poptod · 4 years ago

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hello! i'd like to make an ahkmenrah x reader request! maybe present-day reader gets teleported back in time to when ahkmenrah was alive and they eventually get to the palace and stuff happens? maybe they tell him about modern life? and maybe reader is unnaturally beautiful to the ancient egyptians because humans evolve to be more attractive as time goes on so a person from our time would be hot shit 4,000 years ago? this is long lmao. thanks!

Notes: god ive always wanted to do this kind of storyline but i was worried about like,, logic and stuff getting in the way of the storyline. anyway! i was so fucking elated to receive this request. i got a bit carried away so apologies! WC: 3.2k

Okay. It isn't that bad.

Would you ever see your family again? Probably not, but you weren't ruling the possibility out.

Would you ever get to have sour patch kids again? Probably not. But even during the time you lived in 2020, you had eaten more concentrated sour patch kids flavor than all of the people around you combined.

This little village on the outskirts of ancient Thebes is hardly L.A.––though that's probably a good thing––and is small enough for you to know every inhabitant. Your shop there is small to suit the town, and well known ever since your arrival in this time.

They found you beside the river, thought you to be a gift from the Gods. You were hazy, though––whatever had so forcefully pushed you back in time had made your head spin, making you sick and unbalanced. So, when they asked if you did in fact come from the Gods, you had no way of defending yourself either way. Generally you've been denying it––they think you are a god, and the only way you've convinced them you're not a god is by saying you're a gift from them. It explains the way you look, unnaturally beautiful and alien amongst the more pure genetics of earlier humans.

Your shop is pretty simple. You make portraits from paint, more realistic than anything else that exists, and it only affirms their belief in your god-like status. Fortunately word seems to not have gotten out––the village has remained small, and no one from Thebes has run into you. Every now and then you get unreasonably anxious that a noble will find you and turn you into a slave. It's a worry most people around you have, so you find comfort in the fact that you're not the only one. Still, you're not quite accustomed to such an atmosphere––the thought of nobles and Kings noticing you still sends terrified aches into your stomach.

It's about two weeks in that it gets bad. People start to pass by the village, more than you would've thought, and they're all looking to trade goods, food, and information. The people of the village talk about you––you're something interesting, you can't deny that, but they don't know just how worried you are. Whenever you see someone you don't recognize outside your home, you refuse to come out.

Five days later and there's soldiers in your home, looking over your paintings on their way back to Memphis from conquering the realm of Kush. You hold a deep contempt for them––you don't know all that much about history, but you know how Egyptian soldiers and Pharaohs reigned power over the people of Kush.

The soldiers aren't all that worrying. What really gets your heart pounding is the final man to enter your hut; a man bearing a crown and a long sword, with golden braces around his wrists and a chest plated in green scales. Your fingers dig into the wood of your counter when he notices you. The crown on his head––it's the crown of both upper and lower Egypt.

This is a Royal.

"Where did you learn this skill?" He asks you, eyes trained on one of your bigger drawings. It's just on papyrus––not for sale––and hung on the wall as a display of your talent.

"I spent a little while travelling the world," you answer. Technically, growing up in the modern world was a bit like travelling the world; you got to see the cultures and practices of many, many people. "The rest of it's practice."

"The peasants here, they... they claim you came from the Nile. Is that true?"

"Well... that is where I was found," you say carefully, but you can already tell you've fucked up. The look on his face is indescribable beyond the fact that he's pleased.

"How would you feel coming back to the capital with me?" He offers to you, setting his hands on the counter and leaning forward. "I think my father would much like to meet you."

"I – I don't think I'm really cut out for -"

"Nonsense," he dismisses with a smile, taking your hand from its' spot on the wood. "We shall teach you proper writing skills, give you a beautiful home, and the salary isn't horrid either."

You can't just say no. If you do, he's going to ask questions––he's going to get confused, and he's going to get suspicious. No one would turn down an opportunity like this; free schooling, free housing, and much more money for something you already do.

"Well... alright," you say quietly, looking to the home around you that you built with the help of the other villagers.

"Wonderful. My name is Kamun."

He's not a very nice person, you come to find. Or perhaps he's just not your tastes––the soldiers seem to like him well enough, at least the ones who aren't completely subordinate to him, but his attitude towards women and poor people is scathing to say the least. Otherwise he's very amusing, with a good sense of humor and quite generous with his food and wine as long as he gets his fill of it first.

The boat back to Memphis, where the royal family currently stays, is a long ride filled with various entertainments. It's clear these are not soldiers accustomed to rough conditions––the dancing women and flowing beer is enough to tell you that. Instead, you surmise these are faux war-heroes; people adored in their hometown for doing nothing but intimidating others in a foreign country. They try to get cushy with you, soften you up to their words and touches. It doesn't work.

He keeps you close to him. You let him do it, sort of––it's better than telling him no. Better than starting a ruckus. Then again, avoiding a ruckus is what got you here in the first place, standing before the doors of the courtroom where a false God on earth rules the Nile.

"Father, I bring you a gift from Thebes," says Kamun, pushing you forward by the small of your back. You can't bring yourself to meet the Pharoah's eye, so you fall to your knees and bow.

Everyone is staring at you. You don't look normal, and they all know it, and you know it. You could cry from the heat of their eyes on your back.

One of Kamun's soldiers steps forwards, handing the Pharaoh and his wife several of the drawings they'd taken from you. Silence passes as the two scan your work.

"How did you achieve such a mirror of the human face?" The Pharaoh asks in a slow, deep voice that sounds as he looks––old, weathered, wise.

"They came from the Nile," Kamun answers for you, and murmurs take the crowd by storm. You, on the other hand, feel your heartbeat increase in massive increments, speeding your already uneven breath. "A gift from the Gods, the locals said."

"I can't – I am not magic," you rush out, hoping your clarification clears you of any responsibility to the Pharaoh. You know he rules everything––if he says you are to stay here, you have no choice, and you don't like it here. Too many people. "I cannot give you anything, my King."

"I think you're lying," says a voice, its' tone soft and a velvet low. It catches you off guard, brings you to raise your head and meet the eyes of someone you don't know; a young man dressed in gold beside the Pharaoh's throne.

You almost lose your breakfast as your eyes bulge, your mind instantly recognizing him and connecting the dots. You were, by far, not a historian, but you knew a fair amount of Egyptian history––namely a family in the Old Kingdom who was headed by the Pharaoh Merenkahre. The remaining statues and busts of the King and his son are astonishingly accurate, and there can be no doubt in your head.

That being said, there also can't be any reaction on your face. You try your best to reign your expression in.

"I..."

Actually, you do have something to offer now. You know the names––memorized the history, committed each event to memory, and now you can pull their lifestory off from the top of your head. Wouldn't that be valuable to a King; a seer of the future, to predict the rise and fall of the economy and the coming armies. Besides, you can't just say he's wrong. That'd be treasonous to them. So you have to agree you're hiding something, come up with an excuse as to why you hid it, and it proves harder than you thought. You're quickwitted, though––it got you away from the villager's wrath, and it will promote you to noble living now.

You hide a smirk beneath a calm expression as you address the younger prince.

"They gifted me foresight," you say quietly, pretending as though it hurts you to tell the truth, "but told me to never inform others."

"You are in the presence of Ra once more," the Pharaoh reminds you.

"And others," you point out. "I would... it would be better to discuss such matters.. in private."

Detailed information about already-past events is enough to sway him to believe you. The Pharaoh is surprisingly easy to convince, and with a few, meaningless predictions of the future, he gives you housing in his own palace. Kamun looks proud of himself––puffs his chest out in front of his father and earns no compliment. Ire laces his glare as it falls upon his brother, Ahkmen, praised for his ability to see through your obvious lie.

The Pharaoh asks his younger son to guide you to your room. Apparently it's closer to his room than it is to Kamun's, and evening is approaching fast. The walk there, while short, is marked by a conversation composed mainly of Ahkmen's questions and your answers. When the two of you reach your room, he doesn't leave––actually, he follows you in and locks the door.

There's nothing more terrifying than a man with unchecked power, and there is no one watching you.

No fail safe.

You gulp.

"I know you're still not telling the truth," he says, and though it dismisses several of your worries it still begs the question; how did he notice? "Just thought I'd spare you the embarrassment in front of my father, but my generosity ends there. Now I won't hurt you, and I won't tell anyone––I'm just curious."

Oh thank fuck. He's not going to rape you.

"I'm not Egyptian," you blurt out.

"Obviously," he interrupts, but you glare him into raising his hands defensively.

"I'm from the future."

He stares at you. For a minute. You know this because you count it––he just pauses right in his stance, doesn't move, and stares at you for a whole minute like you just told him you're made of gold.

"I'm sorry, what?" He says, laughter suddenly wracking his body.

"It's how I know what's going to happen to your family," you say, hoping he'll believe you. Otherwise this handsome, seemingly-nice man is going to think you're insane for the rest of time. "I studied your family for years as a side-hobby, I don't know how to predict the future for anything but you and your father."

His laughing pauses, or lightens at least; enough for him to say, "actually?"

"Yes," you say, completely serious. This seems to gain his interest once more. "You have to help me. I know at some point people are going to ask me questions about other things and I'm not going to have an answer."

"Just do what all our priests do," he says with a chuckle.

"What do they do?"

"Lie," he says. You can't stop the grin that spreads across your face from the stupid joke, and when he sees that a shit-eating grin spreads across his own face, delighted he could make you laugh.

"Yes, well... I guess I could do that," you mumble in a laugh.

"There's no need for you to worry. Now that I know the truth, I can help you," he says, offering you something that takes nearly all the anxiety out of your brain. After two days travel with a prince, it feels like it took 50 pounds off your shoulders.

"Thank you, so much," you chuckle in relief.

"Of course. I do have questions though, and I want you to answer them."

"Anything."

These questions of his, they come at all times––almost at a constant rate when he takes you on long walks, which he does often. He passes it off to his father as an interest in your beauty, and it apparently works. This little lie also helps you enormously in avoiding the romantic advances of many of the people you come into contact with. You're still not quite sure how it works, since Egyptians supposedly had a strong sense of patriotism, but you look rare and they idolize it. Every eye that falls upon you sees something beautiful, and you can't understand it.

At least Ahkmen is normal. He doesn't talk about you being beautiful. Ever.

And it kind of makes you sad.

"Would you say people on the whole are happier in the future or in the past?" He asks you, his words surrounded by the warmth of a summer day in Egypt.

Birds chatter loudly in the trees around you, singing in the humid air that marks the mating season for many of them. The flowers that surround you are already familiar––you thought it would take longer for you to commit the shapes and colors to memory, but here you are. Dressed in gold-laced silk and turquoise necklaces.

"I think the happiness of a population is dependent entirely on the circumstances surrounding it," you say. Sometimes your answers relate more to the human condition than the progress of time on the human race; he likes these answers, too, so you tell him exactly what you think. "Six thousand years from now, there are times of great misery. One is even called the Great Depression, but five years before that were some of the most prosperous times my country had ever seen. The same cycle is evident here."

"So.. great misery and great happiness come in waves?" He asks, pace slowing as he tries to understand what you're saying. You pause along the pathway, allowing him space to think.

"It's a pattern, actually. When the economy goes up, it will always come down. Recessions happen right after economical booms. And yes," you say before he can ask, "a time of unease will follow the prosperity of the current years. But it won't be for a time yet."

"Will it happen in my lifetime?"

He's murdered about three years from now. You think you might be able to stop it, but if you do, it'll alter history quite a lot. Either way, he wouldn't live long enough to see the recession the building of the great pyramids caused.

"No," you say. "But I'd prepare for it anyway, if only to keep your citizens safe."

"Of course. You... you are a great scholar," he tells you, resuming the slow walk down the shore of the Nile.

"Oh. Uh, thank you," you mumble as a blush fills your cheeks.

"What did you do in your time?"

"I was an artist, but I spent a lot of time giving lectures on the role of autistic people in ancient Egypt. Autistic people are often timekeepers," you say, and you know he'll figure out what you mean. Autistic isn't a term here, but many timekeepers of these ancient times were autistic, and considered highly by their societies.

"You might be able to give lectures again, if you'd like," he suggests. "People would come from far and wide to hear you speak. And you've got things to say that I know many scholars will find interesting."

"Mmm," you wince, "I kind of want to stay away from altering history too much."

"Oh, yes. My apologies," he says in a softer voice.

"It's alright," you say. "I'm glad you think I would be a good choice for that kind of thing, though."

He chuckles bashfully as he turns to the ground, scuffing his sandals as he walks.

Ahkmen is sweet––much sweeter than any of his family members, and you find yourself appreciating that every time you pass by his room. You pass his door often, always stopping a second to contemplate the tall, wooden doors. He's on the pathway between your room and the library.

Most of the time he's not in his room. Actually, you can usually find him in the library––there or outside in the markets or near the stalls. Today is different; he's been missing all day, and only when you walk the path back to your room do you hear his voice, talking to himself in his bedroom.

"They're bombarded with just such compliments, though. I can't – I can't stand out!"

"Or maybe you should, because you still haven't said a single thing yet and they probably think you're completely uninterested and that's why they aren't noticing you?"

"You and your... logic," Ahkmen spits.

"Come complaining when you kiss them under my advice."

As you attempt to peek through the crack in the door you stumble, knocking your hand against the wood. You barely hesitate before knocking again––cool and collected, smooth to slip into another lie.

"Oh! Hello, um – hi," he says awkwardly, slipping out of the room when he sees you. He quickly closes the door behind him, careful to keep you from seeing the other person in his room, but you can't bring yourself to care about the stranger.

Think of an excuse, why am I here?

"Oh, that's... I like your flower," he comments softly, eyes flickering between your eyes and the flower tucked into your hair. You'd forgotten about it, but raised your hand to touch the petals as you smiled. The perfect excuse

"Thank you. I thought you might like it, so I," you take it out of your hair and grab his hand, holding his palm upwards, "wanted to show you.. um, here."

Setting the flower in his hand, you curl his fingers around its' stem and push his hands back into his chest. He stares at you for a moment, confused by your strange behavior, but accepting of your gift anyway. You know him well enough now––he'd never decline a gift from you.

"A white iris," he tells you in a lofty tone. "A symbol of the dead. Funny it looks so lively on you."

You need to get out of here before your chest combusts.

"I need to go now, but I'll see you this evening, yes?" You ask, stepping instinctively closer. He doesn't back away.

"Of course. And, um," he takes your hands, keeps you where you stand as he slips the flower back behind your ear, "keep it. I want to see it on you at dinner."

He's close to you––close enough that it gets hard to distinguish his breath from your own, when you started holding his hand. When his other came up to your face. When he leans in and kisses your forehead. It's barely there, just barely, but there's no mistaking the soft plush, the affection clear behind gentle, precise movements.

You rush away the second he lets your hands go.

#ahkmenrah x reader #rami malek

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