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elizabethmasen ¡ 2 years ago
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am i insane for this or does butter fried toast with whipped goats cheese and steak also sound good to you
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whsprings ¡ 2 years ago
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Why do you keep telling on yourself? It’s like half your behaviors are solely for attention…?
it's almost like i have a sense of honesty and integrity separate from my ed 🙃
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joligarcon ¡ 2 years ago
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my problem is i Love going out for brunch im obsessed with it even. but its so hard to find vegan brunch that doesnt suck and i dont understand why. i truly dont. vegan brunch is so easy actually. potatoes and maple syrup are already vegan and those are arguably the 2 most important things, and the rest is super easy to veganize. so easy i can literally make almost every common breakfast item at home and im not even a chef and Yes i do realize this means i dont need some guy at a restaurant to do it for me but its just not the same. i need the experience of a crowded brunch place named after an egg pun with waitresses giving me free refills of bad filter coffee and aunties with their rowdy kids on a sunday morning and all that but Without having to spend 20$ on overnight oats while everybody else gets to eat real food. like what do you mean your pancakes arent vegan. literally just get rid of the egg its that simple
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malusmagpie ¡ 1 year ago
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Gentle Hands
Pairing: Anakin x Jedi!Reader
Summary: Anakin doesn’t like being touched. Everybody knows they shouldn’t touch him unless it’s absolutely necessary. Until…
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Word count: 6.5K
Trigger warnings: 18+ smut and drinking
A/N: Slow burn baby! It’s Clone Wars era Anakin cuz I’ve been watching Clone Wars a lot but just imagine early ROTS Anakin bc Hayden. Okay? Okay. Also we are so back. Ps, Zeltron spiced wine is an aphrodisiac. Just fyi. No relation to this piece of writing, of course.
It was a regular day. There was a soft buzz of commotion in the Jedi Temple. Nothing loud enough to annoy you but if it was gone you’d notice. Footsteps, voices speaking, the sounds of droids doing their business. It’s what normally woke you up everyday, the relative silence of the night would begin to turn into the early morning sounds of Jedi business. In all honesty, it made you feel excited to wake up. To see what new mission would be brewing, to hear the stories of the most recent expedition. The war had its effect on you and your Master but it never broke your spirit. You were proud to be who you were, to do what you do. You were even prouder to have Master Plo Koon as your teacher. He was the kindest one, at least to your knowledge. The two girls you often hung out with on your off time told you stories of how their Masters were very strict and had little to no empathy once the war had started. You deemed yourself lucky and even more so, grateful.
Your eyes watched the small skylight that was fixed to your ceiling. Being one of the older younglings, and now a Padawan, you got to move to your own living quarters in the main complex of the temple. They all had skylights and balconies whereas the younglings were bunked in big rooms in the lower levels of the temple so they would be harder to get to incase of an ambush.
You watched the thin clouds move across the bright blue sky quickly, telling you the weather was warm with a breeze. Your legs slid off the bed, your body following suit to bring you to a sitting position. The cold marble floor of your apartment was hidden by a single carpet right by your bed and your feet revelled in the feeling of the soft fibres keeping them warm.
The clock read 7:45 and you sighed. You only had 15 minutes to be up and outside before breakfast was served and with a sigh you walked on tiptoe across the cold floor into your bathroom.
With a lazy flare you brushed your teeth and washed your face. Your hair was still damp from the shower you had taken late last night instead of sleeping. You brushed out the damp curls and they turned into soft waves. You decided that was good enough before changing and heading out the door. The second you opened the door you were greeted by your Master.
“Glad to see you awake.” Plo Koon spoke with his arms crossed over his chest. You gave him a half smile as you reached out a joking fist to punch his arm lightly.
“You stalking me now?” You said and the sound of your own voice speaking for the first time today shocked you. It sounded like you just woke up for sure. A small laugh was heard coming from your Master and it brought a smile to your face. “What’s the plan for today, Master?” You asked in hopes to sway him from thinking you’d slept in.
He gave you a shrug. “Only thing I’m planning is breakfast. We’ve been on the go for weeks. You and I both deserve a small break.” He said as he peered into the space behind you. It was a mess. Your hand pulled the door closed with a nervous laugh.
“I could eat.” You replied with a shrug and he turned on his heels and you followed him to the dining hall. The two of you walked until your eyes landed on a taller figure. His dark clothes immediately made him stand out as he spoke to one of the Clones, you believed his name was Rex. With a shaky breath you watched as Plo Koon walked over to him. They spoke about something and you tried to unglue your feet from where he had left you standing. When you finally began to move toward them, Anakin glanced at you. Your breath caught itself in your throat and before you could take another step he nodded to Plo Koon and walked away.
“Your staring doesn’t go unnoticed.” Your Master said simply as he walked past you and it took every ounce of will in your body to move and follow him. As you walked you could have sworn you felt a pair of eyes on you and you whipped your head around to see Anakin talking to somebody you didn’t know, his back was turned to you and his hands were folded behind his back. You rolled your eyes, kicking yourself for being stupid enough to think he’d ever look in your general direction.
It wasn’t as if you two had never spoken. You were the same age, both partaking in the same level of Jedi training under equally fantastic Jedi Masters. Although, your interactions had never exceeded anything beyond polite and courteous conversation due to being in the same room as each other.
As the years went on, he became a bit taller, his hair grew and he chopped off his Padawan braid, his shoulders got broader, and your heart started beating a little faster every time he was around. It didn’t go unnoticed by you. It wasn’t some strange feeling that came out of nowhere. It was very prominent in your head at all times, your growing attraction to the boy. It was almost more aggravating to deal with when you knew it was happening. You’d fight yourself every day on repressing the thoughts that would populate in your minds eye at the sight of him. You’d heard multiple stories of his aversion to people. He didn’t like being touched, he barely even liked talking to strangers. You’d seen somebody try to give him a side hug once after he and Obi-Wan had successfully completed an assignment and the look on his face mixed with his blunt words of rejection made you fear ever coming close enough to touch him. The idea of touching him was reserved for your fantasies now.
The day had gone achingly slow and it felt as though your brain was far away from your body. Your master allowed you to go eat breakfast with your two friends and the three of you chatted and caught up, though you didn’t retain much of what they said. You barely even spoke, assuming a listening role, too busy thinking about the eyes you had sworn you felt on you earlier.
Once you had finished eating you returned to your Master who was sat amongst other amicable Jedi. The two of you walked through the gardens while Plo Koon gave you advice and some of literature to read up on. You nodded your head and made a mental note to visit the archives and pick up whatever he was talking about. He dismissed you, having no further work to give you. It had been three days since your last mission had ended and you thanked your lucky stars you hadn’t gotten a new assignment as you made your way across the long and beautifully decorated hallways of the Jedi Temple. Your eyes scanned the art that hung between every window. You heard quick footsteps behind you and your body turned in an instant, your relief was obvious when you saw the face of your friend who had clearly been wandering around looking for something to do.
“Where are you off to?” She asked as she slowed her pace, nearing you. You met her halfway.
“Just the archives. Master Plo Koon gave me some stuff to check out.” You spoke and she rolled her eyes.
“Just once I wanna hear you say you’re doing something normal.” She laughed and now it was your turn to roll your eyes. The two of you fell into step together as you walked toward the room full of all the information a Jedi could possibly need.
“Jedi’s don’t live a very normal life.” You responded and she simply shrugged her shoulders. She was a bit erratic and always had been an unconventional person. It had always been clear she longed for a normal life but she wasn’t from a good family nor a good place, she knew she was better off here.
“Well you’re not a Jedi yet.” She nudged you gently with a small smile on her face. You turned your body to face her as you walked in front of her with a look of mocked shock on your face. Turning the corner, you began to say something snarky in response but her hand reached out to you and her eyes went wide.
“Y/N watch ou-“ She pursed her lips, cutting herself off when you felt a light thud against your back. You felt hands grip your shoulders gently and you whipped around to see who you had so carelessly walked into. You were faced with a chest at first but with a small upward tilt of your head you saw the curly hair and blue eyes you spent most days thinking about staring directly at you.
Of course it would be him.
Your embarrassment was painted over every aspect of you. Your shoulders slumped and your cheeks reddened. Until you realized that there was no glare, no scowl. He looked down at you with what seemed like a hint of a smile. Your heart almost leaped out of your chest as you backed away from his touch. His hands seemed to attempt to linger on your shoulders before dropping to his sides. With a deep breath you began to apologize and he looked between you and your friend.
“Didn’t see you there, my fault.” He said gently as he slipped by the two of you. “Have a nice evening.” He finished. You looked back at your friend and you couldn’t imagine your facial features were much different from hers. With wide eyes and slightly parted lips you both shook your heads as he walked away.
“Sorry!” You finally blurted out behind him, causing your eyes to squeeze shut. You wished you could curl up inside yourself and die when all you heard in response was his distant chuckle. The two of you watched as he entered a room and closed the door behind him and the second he was gone, your friend began to cackle.
“Sorry.” She mimicked as you stared at her. “Man. I was expecting him to tell you right off.” She continued to speak through her laughs. You didn’t say anything. You shoulders were burning where his hands had been and your stomach felt like it had been tied into knots. Another deep breath eased you into being able to move again.
“He’s so weird.” You said, brushing it off in an attempt to neutralize her. It worked and you desperately tried to change the subject by asking her about herself. The two of you walked and she rambled on about some mission she had just come back from until you got to the archives. When you were done downloading everything onto a small device, you turned to her. “I have to go back to Plo Koon. I forgot to ask him something. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You lied, desperately trying to be alone. She nodded and said something about seeing you tomorrow, you weren’t listening, before leaving you to go find something else to do.
You rushed to your apartment in the Temple, finally letting out a deep sigh when you heard the door of your safe space close behind you. You tossed the small device that held all the information you needed on the small table in the middle of the apartment before sitting on the couch beside it. You felt as though there wasn’t enough air in the apartment for you to breathe in, which made no sense, but you opened your balcony door anyways.
The soft sounds of the fountain in the garden and the bustling of people below you didn’t seem to clear your head. You sighed, feeling as if you might finally be going insane. The thoughts in your head were clambering over one another in order to be heard as you paced the main room. You ran a hand through your hair and tightened your fist at your scalp with another weary sigh. Without a second thought you began to drop all your clothing off your body, leaving them behind you like a small trail to the bathroom. You adjusted the shower to be on the coldest setting and stared at the water, thinking of how water never looked cold or hot; it always just looked like water. Before you let yourself think your way out of it, you stepped in and a loud yelp escaped your mouth.
“Shit!” You yelled as the freezing water unrelentingly pelted against your skin. You cursed under your breath as if you were mad at the water for not realizing you were uncomfortable but you pressed your eyes shut and took heavy, pursed lipped breaths. When you began to feel as if you couldn’t take it anymore, your hand reached out to the faucet and you turned it to a higher heat setting. The sudden heat hitting your body made you feel like you could drop to the ground so you did. You let yourself sit on the floor of the shower and warm up. Your breathing became normal and your heart rate slowed. The thoughts got quieter but they were still there. The feeling of the hot water on your shoulders mimicked a feeling you’d felt earlier and that’s when you stood back up and turned the water off completely.
With legs that felt like jello you dried off and pushed yourself toward your closet and found something to lay down in. You’d sleep early tonight and forget about it all in the morning, you thought. Soft linen pants and an equally soft shirt adorned your frame and you decided a drink wouldn’t kill you. You settled into a spot on your couch with crossed legs, a large glass of wine on the table, and a salty snack you’d been waiting to try in your lap. Your hand reached for the small remote next to you and you watched the screen in front of you flicker to life at the press of a button. You let whatever was on the Holo play, not bothering to find something you enjoy. You just wanted something to distract you.
Hours passed and your eyes were yet to get heavy. There was no level of relaxation that could make you go to bed. You glanced at the clock on the wall and chewed at a piece of skin that had released its hold on your lip. You lifted the glass to your lips and found it to be empty. The bottle was on the table, empty as well. You rolled your eyes and let a breath out from your closed lips causing them to flutter and make a funny noise. You felt seemingly alright for somebody who’d polished a bottle of Zeltron spiced wine, you thought. With a swift motion you stood up and wobbled like a newborn deer.
You might have slightly misread your sobriety level.
It took a few steps to steady yourself but you did it. Your hand reached for your hooded robe on the hook by the front door and you slipped on your boots. The pairing looked silly with your pyjamas and you decided to tie up your robe in a small effort to hide it.
You opened your door slowly and peered around the dimly lit hallways before stepping out completely and closing the door behind you, locking it twice to make sure you did it. Your footsteps seemed so loud no matter how quietly you tried to walk, they echoed off the marble floors and high ceilings. It wasn’t a crime to be out at night but as a Padawan your Master should always know what you’re doing, and Plo Koon was definitely in the dark on your actions.
You wandered through the hallways and noticed how vastly different they looked without the natural light pouring through the ceiling high windows. The paintings almost had an eerie look about them and the dim lighting had the opposite of a warm effect on you. You ignored your paranoia, it was just the wars sick effect on you. You began to hum to clear your thoughts, a tune you remember from your childhood. You didn’t remember much other than your life at the Temple but you held on dearly to the small bits you remembered from before.
Without you even realizing, the hallway you had wandered into seemed to have broken light fixtures and it was completely dark. You slowed your steps and reached into the Force for a brief bit of direction. You felt something in front of you and you felt your heart begin to race. You froze in place and squeezed your eyes shut when you felt it get closer. A small thump made a yelp escape your lips as hands gripped your shoulders tightly. One hand left your shoulders and your eyes widened in fear, your mouth dropped open but no sound escaped.
The loud hum of a lightsaber igniting filled the air just as quickly as the blue light that illuminated the face in front of you. Your look of horror didn’t wash away when you saw who it was.
“Y/N, what the hell are you doing sulking around in the dark?” Anakin spoke in a hushed yet aggressive tone. Your mouth opened and closed but you couldn’t get any words to fall through. He raised an eyebrow, his shoulders dropped and he looked more relaxed now that he knew you were harmless. It seemed he had the same fear as you did, walking through the dark halls. “Have you been drinking?” He asked, his hand never left your shoulder and you turned your head slowly to look at it before looking at him again with a nod.
He laughed. Now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow.
“What’s so funny?” You said, your voice barely audible.
“Nothing. Just the second time today you’ve walked directly into me.” He mused.
“I wasn’t walking.” You shrugged.
“All the same.” He shrugged back, his hand dropped from your shoulder and he made his way next to you, his hand now found a spot on your lower back. “Let’s get you back to your room.”
You shook your head. “I left my room for a reason.”
“And what would that be?” His voice had never been this quiet before, it made you feel safe.
“You ask a lot of questions. Why are you sulking around in the dark?” You built up the courage to speak to him like a normal person. Your drunken mind didn’t even notice that he hadn’t once let his hand fall away from your body since you had bumped into each other.
“I was going to the gardens to think.” He answered and it shocked you, you almost thought he wouldn’t. You looked at him for a moment before shrugging again, giving your head a tilt.
“I was too.” You said with all the certainty you could muster, which wasn’t much. He smiled again, it was rare you saw him laugh or smile and in the last minute or so, you’d seen both. It made your stomach feel warm and it wasn’t just the wines fault.
“Right. Let’s go then.” He played along, guiding you down the dark hallway with his lightsaber. He disengaged it when the exit of the Temple came into your vision. The door was pushed open by him and the hand he had on the small of your back, ushered you out in front of him. You realized his level of touchiness when he rushed over after you to place his hand back on you.
Your heart felt like it was making its way up your throat and you couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. Something in your stomach began to feel warm and your head felt so far from your body you thought you could faint. You didn’t want him to stop touching you so when you both got to a small spot in the garden, surrounded by bushes, you pulled him over by his arm and sat on the soft grass. He looked down at you with the ends of his lips curled and sat crossed-legged across from you. You mimicked his position and inched forward so your knees were touching his. Every single place that was touched by him went fire hot. You’d never felt like this. You weren’t sure if it was the wine or him, either way you would live like this forever if you could.
When he didn’t protest to your knees touching his, you looked at him. “Thought you didn’t like being touched.” Your words came out slightly slurred but you tried your best to hide it by articulating a little better.
“That is circumstantial, Y/N.” He responded, eyeing you. It seemed as though he was trying to read you. You felt judged but not in a bad way. You allowed him to look, even sitting up a bit straighter. Your head tilted again at his response. Your hand absent mindedly fiddled with the grass under you, twirling the blades between your fingers.
“To what?” You asked gently, feeling a quiet in your mind that you hadn’t felt since he had touched you outside the Archives. His eyes watched your hands play with the grass when he spoke.
“You.” He didn’t look at you. Was he nervous or lying? You couldn’t tell and it caused a small laugh to escape your lips. He finally looked at you, his puzzled features were desperately scanning you to figure why you would laugh at him.
“Me? You want me to touch you?” You laughed again. You wouldn’t be surprised if in a few moments you woke up in a cold sweat on your couch. Your nerves were gone, and he was here with you. He was touching you, he was looking into your eyes. It had to be a dream.
“What if I do?” He leaned back on his hands, his long torso extended in the most delicious way and you didn’t bother trying to disguise your staring. There was an intensity in the air that made it feel okay to be like this. You felt like you were heating up more and more by the second and you wondered if he felt the same. You watched his chest, it moved faster than a normal persons would, signalling that was breathing heavily.
“We did a mission together once.” He spoke again, snapping you out of your trance. You looked at him, your head shook as a reaction. That was two years ago, when you were both 20. You went on a mission with three Jedi and three Padawans including yourself, Anakin, Plo Koon, and Obi-Wan. They thought a big mission like that would do better with a larger group.
“I’m aware.” You said nonchalantly. You remembered it but you were shocked that he did too.
“You helped carry me back onto the ship. You got me water and dressed the cut I got on my face.” His hand touched the scar over his eye instinctively as he spoke. You looked away, following your arm down to where your hand was gripping the grass gently.
“It was nothing.” You shrugged.
“It was protocol,” He started, a shrug of his own mimicked yours. “But it felt so intimate. I felt like electricity had run through me every time you touched me. Every time you apologized for accidentally hurting me I felt my heartbeat in my ears.” He looked at you and you prayed he didn’t see you holding your breath. You ripped one piece of grass out of the ground and raised it to tie it into several small knots, the same knots you felt in your stomach. There was no use in pretending his words didn’t affect you the way they did.
“You can always tell me to stop if you want me to shut up.” He whispered as his hand reached to yours, taking the blade of grass from you and replacing it with his own hands.
“There’s no way you’re doing this right now.” Your drunken words came out a little louder than you wanted and you laughed as a response at your own inability to self regulate. You slipped your hands out of his and crossed them over your chest.
“What? You think you’re the only one here capable of feeling things?” He smirked, a joking tone laced in his voice. Your eyes widened and you looked at him.
“You don’t act like it. You’ve never spoken to me for more than a few minutes. You found me drunk and alone at night and suddenly you felt electricity all those months ago? Your heartbeat in your ears?” You laughed. Sober you wouldn’t dare speak to anybody like this. You were kind and curt no matter what the scenario. It felt like you had been possessed by an over-confident, aggressive, and unserious version of yourself. You didn’t mind it when you saw the look on his face. He had been joking but your serious response clearly wasn’t what he had been pining for.
“Would you rather I follow you around like a lost puppy? Or try to talk to you every chance I get? Why would I make my feelings obvious, Y/N?” He asked, his voice was still gentle and it made your arms tingle with the feeling of goosebumps raising.
“Maybe. Maybe I do. I spent years watching you, praying you’d let your eyes linger for long enough to see how highly I feel about you.” Your words probably didn’t make sense, but you felt they did. He got it, you could tell by the way his eyebrows pushed themselves apart from their furrowed position and his eyes adopted a more understanding emotion.
“Why dwell on me being an idiot and not focus on the fact that if you were anybody else you’d have been left alone for the night?” He asked and you rolled your eyes. Was he really that arrogant?
“Because you being an ‘idiot’ made me feel like a bigger idiot and a bit of a creep.” You said bluntly and he laughed.
“If I told you how I felt about you, I’d be the creep.” He chuckled and you raised your chin in curiosity.
“Do tell.” You mused, the serious air leaving almost immediately as leaned back on your own hands with a grin.
“No.” He shook his head with a small grin finding his features as well.
“Please? I’ll tell you if you tell me.” You tried to barter and even though you felt like a young, naive, school girl you enjoyed the aura of the interaction.
“Fine.” He sat up, his knees raised and he draped his arms over them and you followed, sitting in the same position. Your faces were a few feet away on account of how long his legs were but you stared at each other for a moment, stifling giddy laughs and smiles. “At first, I thought you were the most talented Jedi I’d ever seen. You’re smart too. Dedicated.” He started and you smiled.
“I know all of that, Anakin. Get to the good stuff.” You gestured your hand in the air as if saying ‘hurry up’ and he rolled his eyes.
“Patience.” He made a mockingly serious face before going on with his grand revelation. “I like that you’re confident in yourself. Everything I’ve heard about your missions was always positive, the trust your Master has in you is incredible.” He cleared his throat. He was beating around the bush and he knew it. You groaned a bit and he held his hand up. “But you’re also beautiful. I can always tell who’s laughing when I hear you. Even if I’m not looking. I know it’s you. It’s very distinct. If the suns raised every morning just to see your face and head your laugh it wouldn’t surprise me. I can always feel when you’re around, your presence alone is so loud… Warm and.. Inviting. I always think about you and whenever I catch it I beat myself right the hell up.” He shrugged.
You stared at him. That wasn’t what you expected. Not from a man with his reputation. You expected something baseline and boring. Even a bit sexual. He is a man after all but he shocked you for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.
“Why would you beat yourself up?” You asked, skillfully dodging all the soft and mushy stuff he had mentioned. He shrugged.
“Obvious reasons, Y/N.” He said simply and you nodded. “Your turn.” He smiled and you internally screamed at yourself for promising this to him. It was only fair but Maker, it was embarrassing.
“I hate to be the person who says something as easy as ‘I feel the same’…” You trailed off and he leaned forward, like he was eager to hear what you had to say. It made you feel special. “But I do. I might even feel more intensely than you.” You took a deep breath to help yourself get it over with. “I admire you more than you could know. I’ve never known anybody who’s been through so many adversaries and came over them to be as amazing as you. I think of you every day and since earlier, it’s gotten almost unbearable to deal with. I think about you during the day and I dream of you at night. I know it’s not right but I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you. Every aspect of you.”
You didn’t get very far in your confession before Anakin pushed both of your legs down and pulled you toward him. You almost floated toward him and into his lap. Your eyes stared at him wildly as his hand touched the side of your cheek, stroking it gently. “Anakin..” You started and he shook his head.
“Please let me try this. It’s all I can ever think about.” He whispered and you didn’t object. His nose touched yours and your eyes fluttered shut. His breath against your lips made some kind of switch inside of you flip and you pushed your lips against his as your hands grabbed at the fabric on his back before moving up to the nape of his hair. He moaned against you and you let out a heavy breath between your lips. The sound alone made you push him down on his back and you clambered over him.
He held you tightly to his body and rolled the two of you over so he would be over you. Through heavy handed kisses he whispered something but you couldn’t make it out.
“Hm?” You asked, pulling away. He stared at you with an intensity you’d never seen before and it made your blood feel like lava in your veins. You anticipated his response.
“Keep this up and I’m going to have to take some extreme measures.” His voice was gravelly and his breath hit your face with every syllable. You felt your breathing become erratic and sharp. You stared up at him and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes almost closed at the feeling. You pulled him back toward you, engaging him in another longing kiss. You moaned when his tongue slipped between your lips. Your hips moved up toward his instinctually and he pushed them back down with a sound that almost sounded like a growl.
“Don’t.” He whispered.
“Why not?” You responded. The wine had taken its natural affect on you and at this point, having him was all you wanted.
“I want it to be special.” He said as he pulled away from you. He had a level of restraint that he was struggling to maintain and you could feel it.
“You’ll have plenty of do-overs.” You mumbled before pulling him back to you and he gave in. He untied your robe and looked down at your pyjamas that were hiding underneath and a small chuckle escaped him before he began to pull away the clothing on your body. He left your panties on before he pulled his own shirt off. His pants stayed on and you didn’t care. You could stare at his body forever, so you stared with wide and lustful eyes. It was far better than you could ever have imagined and it made you squeeze your legs together.
His hand traced down from your cheek to your chin, across your collarbone and down the side of your body. He hit a spot where you were a bit sensitive and you jerked at the ticklish feeling. He smiled, tracing his finger up and down a few times to see your reaction. You whined in response and he didn’t waste anytime in giving you what you wanted.
His hand felt ginormous between your legs and you sucked in a sharp breath when his fingers danced over your panties. He felt how wet you were and a smirk washed over his face. “I’m not even gonna say it.” He laughed gently as he increased the pressure of his movements against you.
“Say what?” You said, your words mixed into the sound of a moan.
“How wet you are and how much I like it.” He leaned down and began to pepper kisses all over your neck and collarbone. Your eyes rolled back into your head when he slipped your underwear to one side and ran his fingers through your folds. Your back arched and you spread your legs a bit more for him and he smiled against your skin. “Good girl.” He whispered, causing a small whimper to leave you.
Anakin’s fingers worked your throbbing heat gently, starting with one pumping in and out of you at an alarmingly slow pace. You wriggled under him and he used his free hand to hold you still. “Patience.” He repeated his words from earlier. You tried to keep still while he added a second finger and increased his pace, curling them ever so gently. Moans fell from your lips and you tried your best to silence them. You focused on staring up at the stars above you, not even caring that the two of you were doing this outdoors, hidden between a few bushes.
After what seemed like a decade, he pulled his fingers out of you and pressed them against your clit. Your own excitement was all he needed for lubricant. He rubbed it slowly while sucking gently at your neck. “Anakin.” You moaned and he hummed as a response. “Please don’t stop.” You said desperately.
“I like it when you beg.” He whispered as he moved his fingers in quick circular motions against your clit. You felt your entire body jerk up toward him at the new feeling. You’d done this yourself multiple times and it had never felt as good as it did right now. Your eyes squeezed shut as your felt yourself get closer and closer to euphoria. Your hands gripped at his hair, pulling and tugging it, causing a moan to leave his mouth and you felt the feeling come barreling at you like a freight train. You felt your body begin to vibrate and all it took was a few words from him to tip you over the edge. “Cum for me.” He whispered and a yelp left your mouth as you released every bit of tension in your body. You grinded against his fingers and he slowed his movements. You rode it out until you were able to open your eyes. When you did, you saw him staring down at you and your cheeks flushed.
“I’m sorry..” You started and he shook his head.
“Please don’t be. I’ve thought about doing that for months.” He smiled and you returned the expression. Your embarrassment left as quickly as it came and you began to reach for his pants. His hand rested over yours. “Have you ever had sex?” He asked and you shook your head reluctantly. He sighed. “I can’t do that right now. I won’t make that something that happens when you’re drunk, let alone in a field outside the Temple.” He finished and you sighed. A nod followed.
“Okay..” You smiled and he gently pulled your shirt back over your head and began to raise your pants to your waist again. You lifted your hips to help him as he got you dressed before he put his own shirt back on. He grabbed your robe and tied it around you the same way you had done earlier before brushing your hair behind your ear.
“You’re beautiful.” He said and you pushed at his chest lightly. He grasped at his chest as if he’d been shot and fell over onto his back. You laughed at him and he laughed with you. It was nice seeing this side of him, it made him seem like he was just a normal boy. You liked feeling normal.
“I want to take you out. Somewhere nice.” He sat up, his hand rested on your leg. You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Like a date? As if we have the time.” You laughed gently.
“We both have time, while the council decides on what we need to do about this stupid war.” He shrugged and you looked at him, resting your hand over his on your leg.
“Fine. I’ll go on a date with you.” You nodded.
“Don’t sound too excited.” He joked as he stood up, pulling you up with him.
“I’ll try not to.” You smiled at him and your cheeks went bright red when he laced his fingers within your own, holding your hand as he walked you back through the dark hallways to your apartment.
When you finally arrived at your door, you unlocked it and he stepped in with you. You turned back to look at him with confusion.
“I couldn’t find my key. That’s why I was wandering around earlier.” He said sheepishly and you laughed harder than you had in years. It took a few moments for you to compose yourself.
“Oh that’s why you said and did all that? You just needed a place to sleep?” You joked and he rolled his eyes.
“I’d have found a cleaner apartment to do so if that was the case.” He joked back and you giggled.
“You can stay here.” You smiled and showed him the bathroom and the room, even though your apartment was small and you didn’t really need to. He made his way to your couch and you scoffed. “You just made me cum in a field and you’re trying to sleep on my couch? Go to the bed.” You said as you walked into the bathroom and you heard him chuckle behind you.
“You got a point.” He said as he sat on the edge of your bed. He pulled his shirt off and folded it neatly on the floor beside him, ignoring the fact that half your clothes were strewn across the room carelessly. He could fix that later.
The two of you laid down and he held you close as you fell into a deep sleep. You’d never slept that well before and neither had he.
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dearmantis ¡ 2 years ago
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Dried Flowers
Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/The Darkling x fem!Reader
Summary: After killing another person who tried to earn your hand in marriage, Aleksander finally manages to get you right where he has always wanted you.
Warning: murder, slut-shaming, blood, obsession, manipulation, dacryphilia (kind of? not sexual, he's just weird about tears??)
Word Count: 2k
Authors' Note: My ability to form sentences in English is slowly disappearing. What is grammar? I don't know anymore. What is logic? I don't know that either. I think I know nothing at all, actually. I also didn't proofread this at all and this isn't my native language, just fyi.
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The blood tints the water a beautiful rose colour, similar to the petals of a flower Aleksander has seen you wear in your hair a few days ago.
He's washing his hands slowly, making sure to get every single drop off using the strongest smelling soap he owns in hopes of removing the metallic smell from his skin and a small brush to get the dried flakes out from under his nails.
His gaze moves over to the mirror, checking his shirt for blood splatter in the reflection, but he luckily finds nothing. There are some drops on his face, the red covering his cheek, nose, and parts of his forehead.
He has licked the ones that landed on his lips off a while ago, enjoying the taste of it like an expensive wine as he watched the man bleed out on the floor, his blood forming a small puddle beneath his body while his weak voice begged for mercy.
When he's sure that he got everything off his hands, he grabs a small handkerchief and dips it into the water before using it to remove the blood from his face. He has no time to waste, but he wants to make sure he looks right nonetheless.
In an hour, you will realize that your Lord Peter will not come to your planned shared breakfast. You will send servants to his room to check on him and they will discover the letter he forged, explaining how the Lord wanted to use you as a distraction after falling for a young woman in Ketterdam during his travels and recently decided that he loves her too much to stay away from her any longer.
It will break your heart, but sacrifices must be made, and breaking your heart now would be better than breaking it later after you truly lost your heart to him.
It was a shame, really. Lord Peter had been nice, one of the few nobles in Ravka who did not openly talk badly about Grisha, but Aleksander still couldn't let you marry him. No, you had to stay here, right in the Grand Palace, and Peter would've dragged you to his estate close to the border, never to be seen again.
And Aleksander needs you here. You can't leave. Ever.
After the blood is fully washed off his face he washes the handkerchief and places it on the windowsill to dry in the rising morning sun before opening the window and moving to dump the bloody water into the bed of flowers growing below.
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Then he sits back down at his desk and moves to continue with todays paperwork while he waits, patient like a cat that knows that the little mouse will walk right into its mouth.
An hour later you are sitting on his lap, hands tightly holding onto his kefta while he uses the handkerchief he used to remove the blood from his face to dry your tears, carefully dabbing the soft, freshly washed fabric against your skin.
"I just don't understand why this keeps happening." He hears you whisper under your breath, his eyes still focused on the tears rolling down your cheeks. You look so beautiful when you cry. Ethereal. Magical. "Why am I never enough? Why not?"
He can feel a painful pinch in his heart when he hears your words. It's not you who isn't good enough for them. They aren't good enough for you.
You, his beautiful little Princess who boldly stands up for his Grisha and gets harassed with horrible rumours in return. Who gets shamed and threatened and withstands it all despite your softness, like a wild flower surviving the most destructive storms.
"She's under the Darklings spell."
"Nobody wants to marry her except the General and now she defends him to make sure he doesn't loose interest."
"The poor girl is being manipulated by him. He uses her as a shield to protect the Grisha and the stupid thing is too blind to see it."
"He must've fucked his magic into her and it scrambled her mind."
So much gossip surrounds you, but you never complain. You don't even mention what they say about you, probably fearing that he will distance himself from you as well after finding out how people talk about you. That the last friend you have left will leave, unwilling to have his reputation ruined even more.
But he would never leave you. In Aleksanders eyes, you're the only honourable otkazat'sya currently alive in all of Ravka. He will do everything in his power to make sure you stay right here with him and influence politics further. You're a sensible person. Good. Kind. And you work hard to make sure people understand and respect the way you see the world. You fight for change.
So you have to stay right here with him.
"You're more than enough." He answers softly, dropping the handkerchief onto the sofa next to you before his hands move up to cup your face, making sure you're looking him in the face and see the truth in his eyes.
"You are so much better than anyone in Ravka understands. You have a soft, caring heart, and those who do not understand it see it as weakness. But I understand. I understand your strength."
Every single word that falls from his lips is calculated, his voice soft and kind in hopes of making you more susceptible to him.
"And you understand me. You understand how I see the world. What needs to change to make sure Grisha and otkazat'sya can live together in peace. You are perfect."
You don't understand him, not yet, at least, but you will. He will make sure of it. You will understand it all. His little flower.
He lets his hands move down to your waist, and your head immediately drops to rest on his shoulder, your face pressing into his neck.
"Why can't I just marry you..." Aleksander hears you murmur, almost entirely soundless, and he has to fight the smirk trying to find its way onto his lips.
"What was that?"
An embarrassed whimper leaves your lips, a sweet, pathetic sound that he would love to hear forever. "Forget it."
"No, no. Come on, don't be shy." Aleksander encourages, carefully drawing circles on your back while you press your face closer to his neck.
"It's stupid."
The Shadow Summoner doesn't respond, instead choosing to simply wait until you manage to collect enough confidence to repeat and explain yourself. You need to make this step on your own.
"My father will not stop until I'm married. He will continue to set me up with new people in hopes of marrying me off to get me out of the Palace."
You lift your head to look into his face, probably fearing that he won't understand you if you keep whispering against his neck, forcing you to repeat this whole thing a third time.
"And the people he chooses will continue to run away from me. Even the nicest people leave me behind and instead pick a different fate for themselves. For some reason, everyone seems to agree that marrying me is not worth it, a destiny too cruel to live through. No one ever stays with me. No one except you."
New tears sparkle in your eyes, and Aleksander decides it's the most beautiful sight he has ever had the privilege of witnessing. When you cry, all of your emotions are so visible in your eyes. You hide nothing, the mask that all nobles in Ravka wear washed away by the tears rolling down your face. The fact that you trust him to see all of your vulnerability and weakness fills him with glee.
"So I thought that maybe... maybe it would be an option for us to marry."
Before Aleksander gets the chance to respond, you begin talking once more, making it clear to him that you will probably start rambling.
"Of course, that's stupid. We're friends, and I really don't want to ruin this, and I know that I just did that by mentioning that I think we should marry, and I'm really sorry. It's pathetic and honestly disrespectful to you to ask you to marry me just because I'm sick of being alone and I'm pretty sure my father wouldn't even allow it so we would have to do it in secret which isn't fair to you and I-"
He cuts you off by carefully touching your face once more, willing his gaze to soften. He needs to at least pretend to be vulnerable right now to fully get you where he wants you to be.
"It would be an honour to marry you, moya tsarevna. It doesn't matter if in secret or in front of all of Ravka. You are my best friend, and it would be a privilege to be tied to you legally and free you from this constant pain of losing every person you get close to in the same breath."
Leaning forward, he presses his forehead against yours, hoping that the physical proximity will make him seem more honest than he truly is.
"But I don't want you to marry me just because you fear that you will end up alone. I want you to decide for yourself that you want a future with me. One where we can fight side by side for Grisha and Otkazat'sya to live in harmony."
He would marry you right now if you simply ask him. It's the ideal end to his plan, after all. If you were married to him, he wouldn't have to keep killing all of your friends and possible marriage candidates because you would already be tied to him and the Little Palace. You could never leave. You would be here with him forever.
Or, well... until you died from old age. But that's a problem he can solve, he's sure of it. He will make sure his little flower will live on and continue fighting with him. You're part of this eternal battle now, and he will not let you escape it though something like death.
It really doesn't matter why you want to marry him, but it would make the future easier for him and yourself if you simply learned to love him romantically. You'd also probably be more likely to forgive him for the more controversial ideas he has if your heart is full with love for him. As much as he wants to grab you and drag you over to a church to get it over with, he needs to be patient.
The end is in sight, there is no reason to rush things and risk mistakes later. This is the foundation for a bright future.
The worst thing that could happen is that you choose to wait and get to know another Lord who your father wants you to marry.
Another person for Aleksander to kill.
And then, when his dead body slowly starts to decompose in the flowerbeds of the Little Palace alongside the other people he has killed for this, you will find your way back into his arms for comfort and decide that you will marry him. There's no reason to force you to marry him now.
"I would love to be married to you, General. It would be an honour for me as well. You are a great general and an even greater man. I respect you more than anyone else. I promise it's not just because I fear to disappoint my family and end up alone. I have always admired your protective and caring nature, and I genuinely believe that you could be a great husband. One that I can easily love."
He moves your face back to the crook of his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist and pressing you tightly against his body. He can't hide the wide grin on his face.
The mouse walked into the cats open mouth. You are his.
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yesornopolls ¡ 1 month ago
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Context for the coffee shop thing: it was chain ( it might have been a manager, not an owner, idk) its across from my university and i was studying, yes i was using an outlet. He said i stealing their electricity without buying enough to justify it and i was loitering, and he saw me doing too much (this was not the first time i did this, i have an class that end at 10 am the next on is 4pm so i was just hanging out and working, ive been doing for two months every mon/thurs) , i felt bad and left. It was not busy enough that anyone lack anywhere to sit ( i bought a large tea and breakfast sandwich for about 14$)
FYI on the coffee shop question
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brf-rumortrackinganon ¡ 7 months ago
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“With the tree of life behind them and the garden representing fertility, life and moving forward, they didn’t need any direction,” said photographer Misan Harriman of shooting that moment.” Didn’t he later admit he added the tree of life to that picture after the fact? Could explain why they needed no direction if they’re just lying in an empty field.
Well, it’s a bit complicated.
First, Misan went on BBC Radio’s Private Passions podcast in March 2022. He was asked about the photo session and spoke about the willow tree.
Here’s the podcast episode, unfortunately only available to listen in the UK at this point. (While the podcast is available on Spotify, this episode - among many others - are missing so I suspect BBC Radio is being selective what they post.)
(Posting this without having listened to it. I couldn’t find a transcript to follow along with.)
Tom Bower gave the episode a listen and used it as a reference for Revenge:
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Back in 2021 after the photo was originally published, Misan gave an interview to Good Morning Today, an American breakfast show on NBC (fyi, then-bestie Gayle King is with CBS). You can read about Misan’s interview and his comments here:
Then Getty killed the Waleses’ Mother’s Day photo for editing and people began complaining about the Sussexes’ photos being edited, citing Misan’s comments on BBC Radio, to which Misan responded:
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Misan was furious enough that eventually he released the original photograph he took and some metadata to prove that all he did was apply a black and white filter, which is in line with Getty’s requirements.
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Personally, releasing the metadata doesn’t give any proof that he manipulated image. All he did was show us the real photo and its metadata, but what he needs to do is show the metadata of the black and white photo. That’s where the proof is.
And note that there’s no timestamp or date on the metadata screenshot. So how do we know he’s showing us the metadata for the correct image?
But don’t forget that there were two images created for the pregnancy announcement. Yes, there’s the one where they’re sitting/lying down, but there’s also this one:
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For which there’s no metadata and that even Misan himself seems to have forgotten that he took. It supposedly was taken in the same iPad photo shoot, but not included in the pregnancy announcement. Instead, it was distributed right after the Oprah interview on March 8, 2021.
It’s murky, but someone is lying because why would Misan talk about editing in a willow tree if - as per his defense two years later - he didn’t answer the question BBC was baiting him with?
So anyway, I’ll just end with this.
First, what Misan and the Sussexes are claiming is a jacaranda tree doesn’t look like any jacaranda tree I’ve seen. I’ve never seen one sprout horizontal branches/limbs that close to the ground (they’re usually up a few feet).
And second, from a columnist of the LA Times:
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Seems pretty fitting that the Sussexes used a jacaranda tree after all, doesn’t it?
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jerzwriter ¡ 11 months ago
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Bacon & Bribery: A Hopkins Tale
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You know, @dr-colossal-pita, I really don't know what happens to my brain when I get your requests, and it can be argued that it's frightening, but hey - it works! lol Thanks for the ask, and I hope you enjoy this silliness. :) From this ask.
Book: Open Heart (prequel/Hopkins Years) Characters: Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick Words: 600 Rating: Teen Summary: All Ethan wants to do is sleep as late as he can, but Tobias has other plans. A/N: This fic takes place during Ethan & Tobias's Hopkins years, before the competition soured their friendship. @choicesfebruary2024 - Philia (for both) and a little Philautia for Tobias lol
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The ringer on Ethan’s alarm clock went off, but its sound was nearly drowned out by the tortured moan he emitted the moment it started to buzz. Reaching over, he slammed his hand against the snooze button and rolled over. Nuzzled under the blanket again, all was right with the world, and a half-grin formed on his lips. He had everything down to a science. He could hit snooze three more times, allowing him just enough time to throw on his clothes, pour a cup of coffee, and race to his first and only class of the day. It was all clockwork. But this morning, something was different.
Ethan’s nose wrinkled as the savory scent of bacon and sausage wafted into his room. He wanted to stay in bed, difficult as that was knowing bacon was a room away, but if the processed meats couldn’t lure him, the singing... well, it didn’t lure him, but compelled him to wake and make it stop. Shuffling to the kitchen in a tattered old bathrobe and disheveled hair, Ethan rubbed his eyes to find Tobias cheerfully standing over the stove.
“Hey, Buddy!” he grinned. “Let me guess, you’re here for the bacon, right!”
“Well, I sure as hell am not here for your sausage,” he grumbled. “Let me guess? You’re trying to impress some poor soul lying in your bed? Is it one of the rare finds you want to bring back here more than once?"
Tobias, already dressed in a fitted back T and perfectly distressed jeans, turned to his friend with a playful scowl.
“Why are you so damn bitter, Ramsey. We need to get you laid.”
“I get laid, plenty,” Ethan spat, stopping Tobias mid pancake flip.
“E... no one who actually gets laid ‘plenty’ ever says they get laid ‘plenty.’ But enough about your non-existent sex life. There’s no one here except us, so what do you want for breakfast?”
“To go back to bed.”
“Fine!” Tobias replied, flipping a crispy piece of bacon into his mouth. “But don’t think I’m saving any of this for you.”
Ethan took a step away, but the virtual breakfast buffet spread out on the kitchen counter had him turning around.
“Fine!" he said ploping into a chair. "Eggs, bacon, and some pancakes will do nicely.”
“Coming right up,” Tobias snickered. “And damn, you really meant it when you said you didn’t want my sausage.”
Tobias burst out laughing as his friend sighed in grief. 
“I don’t know if this breakfast is worth putting up with you.”
“Pfft,” Tobias smiled, placing Ethan’s plate before him. “You love me even when there’s no breakfast involved. Don't try denying it!”
“I don't."
Tobias leaned back in the chair across from his friend. "Keep lying to yourself," he chortled. “Oh, FYI, our 9:00 class was canceled. What do you say we take a ride down to the waterfront and make the most of the day.”
Ethan dropped his toast to the table, his jaw hanging open.
“You mean you knew class was canceled? And you're out here making breakfast?”
“Had to get you up, somehow,” Tobias grinned. “Come on! It’s a beautiful day! We should enjoy it."
"I wanted to enjoy it in bed!" Ethan spat, instantly regretting his words.
"Yeah, well, that has different meanings for you and me, my friend." All too proud of himself for irritating Ethan, Tobias laughed again.
“How can you even be this happy this early in the morning?” Ethan pondered as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
“It’s all part of my charm! You should be taking notes. Then, we could go back to that whole getting you laid thing... hey, where you going?”
“I’m going to get dressed. The sooner we’re in the car, the sooner I can put on the radio to tune you out.”
Tobias smiled with a snap of his fingers. “And just like that... I’ve got my ride to the waterfront!”
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xnchxntmxnt ¡ 2 years ago
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hi so. mc having a drinking competition w the brothers, but they chose to drink demonous... mc wins. 😼
Characters: general om characters, brothers, angels, etc
Warnings: alcohol mentions, ltos of it. all very light hearted though
Notes: mammon is so funny twirling my hair n shit
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Alright
I have no idea how this comes about
someone probably wanted to start playing some game and mammon turned it into a drinking game
But youre all having fun!! So its all good
And then someone suggests it turn into a drinking competition..
So, you, the seven boys, simeon, luke and solomon sat around in the HoL playing an ever-lovely drinking competition that mammon is determined to win
(fyi, luke has juice and simeon is staying sober. Theyre just there to hang out)
Mammon is determined to win but solomon is here to help you out
He starts pouring drinks
Lucifer has decided he’s not going to participate
Levi’s not a fan of alcohol in general so he doesn’t either 
Belphie ends up taping out first because he gets more tired when he’s tipsy
Beel gets distracted and ends up eating and chatting with an asleep belphie, so he’s out
Asmo next. Low tolerance 
They take away satan’s demonus after a while because he’s starting to get irritated a little too easily and no one wants to deal with an angry satan
So then its just you and mammon. (solomon isnt playing because he’s bartending lol)
He’s wondering how you’ve kept up so long because he’s 90% sure a regular human would have gotten alcohol poisoning from that much demonus that quickly, but he’s a little too drunk to say anything about it
He taps out begrudgingly, you’re named the victor (but you really don’t win anything besides what you think is a headache tomorrow)
After a while the night winds down and everyone goes home
Mammon is suspicious when solomon pulls you aside and mumbles something to you, but he’s ready to go to bed so says nothing
The following morning, the truth comes out
“I don’t understand how ya won! No human could ever drink that much Demonus!”
“Mammon, stop yelling.”
Everyone sat around the breakfast table, most hungover, save for you and Lucifer (who knew how to avoid it by drinking less). Mammon, however, still had all the energy in the world and just whined all morning because of his splitting headache. 
“I don't get it though!” he complained again. “Humans are super weak to that stuff. How did ya out drink ME?”
“(Y/N)’s always been special, let’s just move on,” Satan said, face down on the table with his hands over his ears. “Everyone shut up and eat in peace.”
You smiled to yourself, deciding it may be time to come clean with how you won. Much quieter than Mammon was speaking (to not irritate Satan further), you explained. “I had a bit of help…”
“You what?” Mammon asked. “What help?”
“Solomon,” you said, holding back laughter. “He gave me grape juice with luster dust. It wasn’t half bad, actually.”
He glared daggers. There was no way he wasn’t angry, but you were pretty sure he didn’t have the energy to care that much about it. The irritated glimmer in his eye made you smirk, though.
“I’m going to have words with that stupid wizard man.”
Belphegor, quiet until now, scoffed. “I’d like to see you try.”
The rest of the morning went similarly to that—Mammon complaining about how you cheated, it wasn’t fair, his head hurt, etc. Anything you’d let him grumble about, he would. He only shut up when you promised to buy him a few things from his favorite store the next time you went out, which seemed to get his spirits up. 
(He will pick the most expensive items, be warned.)
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my-rose-tinted-glasses ¡ 1 year ago
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Kinou Nani tabeta. aka My Heart is Full aka I suck at titles
Let me just say before anything else. This is not a recap or a review. This is me feeling the need to write down my feelings because they are pouring out of me. This is more a personal note than anything else so skip it if that's not your thing.
I always watch this show on saturday mornings, with my coffee and breakfast, because it gives me a boost for the weekend. And I wanted to postpone the final episode as much as possible but I just couldn't. I gave in.
Second FYI. This will probably be incoherent and a mess because that's how I feel. Also, this fucking menopause (surgical, don't give me too many extra years) is really making a mess of my emotional state this week, so I'm all over the place. Also I might've had some wine. Also this may be a bit long. I think that's it.
How I got here
So, I've loved cinema since I was like 7. (yeah I'm going really back in time) Because my mom like films, she dragged to the cinema even when I was way too young for whatever was on. [ Fun Side note- The first film that I saw in the cinema was Bram Stoker's Dracula, when I was like 6, and my mum got into an argument with the cinema employee because" I am her mother, and I'll decide what she can or can't watch"and so I did watch it.]
So I always loved watching films, talking about them and eventually went to uni to learn how to make them. During that time, I went through a phase (which happened to a couple other people in my school) where I kinda got emotionally detached from the stories. I could only see the camera angles, the lighting, the editing, etc.
When I was done with uni, and had decided that editing was my favourite thing I started doing a bit of work in editing, mostly online stuff and a couple of ads in London, and 3 years later I was done. Obviously there were life factors and health factors that contributed to this, but still I left it all behind.
Then, I quickly went back to being able to watch stories with all the emotions.
Let's skip forward to present day.
Kinou Nani Tabeta? feel in my lap by way of my very first BL. Seven Days. I watched those films and went through all the emotions and needed more. More of that serotonin please.
So I got in research mode and that's when I found this wonderful world of BL and eventually this show.
Now, a little bit more about me, just in case you aren't sick of me talking about myself. I'm not a jolly person. If you asked anyone that knows me irl, they would describe me as someone who always thinks the sky is falling. However, I also love a lot of things deeply, and when it comes to things that I can't find a word big enough for it I call it magic. So I'll use it here.
Kinou Nani Tabeta? is magic.
If this show was a meal then the absolutely right ingredients were found, they were put in the hands of the best cooks and everything was prepared with love and care. This show that I love, was put together by people who love it, and couldn't not make it. This is what I believe. It's my kind of faith.
I've seen so many shows, I've loved so many of them, a lot of them touched me deeply. But only a few touched me this way.
When there is love in something, real care and empathy in the making of something, you can feel it, I believe. And I feel it so much watching this show. I get emotional just writing this.
I wish I could thank every single person that made this show possible. And we could argue all day about the quality of a show, its actors, writers or directors. I could argue why my favourite show is better than your favourite show, and why your show is more important than my show, and why that show failed and another succeeded. I will not argue about the importance of this show and my faith is unshakable.
Maybe because I love food so much and in my life my love filled moments were always around food, I connected at first with Kenji, because his reactions to food resemble mine. But this season Shiro stole my heart and soul. His quiet but profound way of loving Kenji made cry more than any sad scene ever could. And onions and chicken thighs will forever have deeper meaning in my kitchen. These two characters are so well written and so well acted, the words are so layered and so meaningful, that it's a miracle to me that it exists and that I got to watch it.
I'm sure other people will write much better posts about this show, and will probably be better (at a hell of a lot more on point) at writing about all the amazing things that this show has done. But I'm an emotional wreck and I could only write from a personal place today.
I'll be rewatching this show in it's entirety soon, because the evolution of these characters, Shiro specially, was such a joy to witness.
If you read this far, thank you. 💜
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ladybugsimblr ¡ 2 years ago
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iambkay Good Morning! Say it back! This is how I started my day and this is all I need to be happy. Thx xosage for the new morning routine. What do you all do to reset and get to your happy place? 🦋 FYI the “healthy breakfast” family pic was a B-Side/ Squad joint production. Everyone in this household is a creative director 😅
d-lo GM Fam!!🔥😍 Music and my kids. That's happy. Oh a little 😶‍🌫️ never hurt.
rubberbandshan Good Morning?? 😭 Is this real life?? BK talking to us like the old days… The Babies… We love you Queen and thank you for sharing more of you with us! My happy place is #Butterfly 🦋 All day every day!
xosage Good Morning! Thank you for the shout-out. Self-care and Sulani look good on you. 😍🦋 You look refreshed and rejuvenated and making me miss home! 🏝️ My happy place is #WellnessWednesday
bflyhive Yaaassssssss 😭 I can't breathe!! 😍😍 My happy would be a tour announcement. 🦋🙏🏾
anon So I'm the only one that sees music is nowhere in her happy situation?! 🤔 Interesting. Say goodbye to a tour or performance or even another album. 🙄
bkforever Do not put that energy in the air 😒
SimsAgainstBK Wow. Too bad we can't all fly across the world for self-care in tropical islands and happy places in an oceanfront mansion. Not a good look.
rubberbandshan Why are you even here?! She didn't ask you. She was talking to the butterflies, not the haters.
c.spiracy BK is pregnant. Not performing and promoting the album like normal, showing her fam more, talking about happy, not showing her stomach, and most importantly... the three trees in the back represent her three kids and that one bird in the corner is the new tiny nooboo just starting to spread its wings in her womb. It's science. Birds and The B's.
king b C! Why did that make sense a little bit? I can't hold you. You made me a believer today.
rubberbandshan You almost had me! Then you started talking about trees and birds and b's. 😂��� I really can't with you but I high key would love for this to be true.
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kyeop-tato ¡ 4 months ago
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A Knock on My Heart — 김선우
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summary : one of your bestfriend, yeri, just got dumped by her boyfriend so in order to cheer her up, you and your friends decides to go on girls trip together during your school term break, promising to forget any boys that come between you and your friends. however, certain someone (or might i say a few) came into your life and the promise yall vow to not break, might actually crumble any moment. would you go back home solo or would sunwoo managed to steal your heart?
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CHAPTER 4 : First Encounter (Y/N POV)
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A few hours before the incident...
The next day dawned sluggishly after the all-nighter you and the girls had foolishly planned. Ambitions had been high, but reality had other ideas, none of you even made it through half the night. When you finally woke up, it was to the heavy silence of a room that had long missed the breakfast rush. The morning sun was high, casting sharp angles across the bedspreads as you all stirred from an unexpectedly deep sleep.
Suddenly, doyeon's phone exploded into the quiet, its ringtone jarring enough to pull her out of her stupor. She fumbled to answer, her voice still thick with the remnants of last night’s drinks. "Hey, Dad," she mumbled, squinting at the clock. "Why are you calling so early?"
"Early?!" Her father's voice crackled through the line, equal parts disbelief and amusement. "Doyeon, it's practically lunchtime! I knew you’d be a wreck, so I booked a late brunch for you and your friends. It wasn’t easy convincing my friend to squeeze you in, so get up, get dressed, and let the girls know. What am I going to do with you..." His voice trailed off, leaving Doyeon with a sense of urgency.
Without wasting another second, doyeon sprang from her bed, determination cutting through her grogginess. She roused the others from their blissful dreams, a mischievous glint in her eye. You and yeri almost collided in your haste to figure out what was happening, your sleepy confusion giving way to hurried action.
"Just five more minutes " Natty groaned, desperately trying to retreat under the warmth of her blanket. But Doyeon wasn’t having it. With a smirk, she yanked the blanket off, sending it tumbling to the floor.
"Starve if you want, but I’m telling you this food is worth every lost second of sleep," doyeon declared, a playful tone edged in her voice. "Now MOVE, before I drag you to the shower myself!"
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(fyi, softfresangel = yeri, gothicat = natty, archivoresa = doyeon, blubglub = y/n)
A few hours later, after a whirlwind of hurried dressing and laughter, you and the girls found yourselves savoring a late brunch that exceeded all expectations. Doyeon’s father hadn’t exaggerated, the chef’s skill was nothing short of legendary. Content and with energy restored, you decided to explore the nearby shops before heading to Tokyo Disneyland, where Doyeon had meticulously planned the perfect day.
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The amusement park was a blur of joy and excitement, the kind that makes hours slip by unnoticed. Laughter echoed through the air as you captured moments of pure bliss, your group a swirl of carefree fun against the backdrop of Tokyo’s dreamland. But as the day drew to a close and you waited for your ride, a familiar, unwelcome sensation twisted in your gut.
"Hey, are you alright?" yeri’s voice cut through the haze of discomfort, her brow furrowed with concern. You winced, pressing a hand to your stomach. "I think my period’s starting. The cramps are hitting hard."
Natty’s face fell as she immediately shifted into caretaker mode. "We need to get you some painkillers and head back to the apartment. Forget dinner." "No, don’t cancel your plans because of me," you insisted, though the pain was evident in your voice. "I can manage. You guys should enjoy yourselves."
But doyeon’s resolve was as strong as ever. "Natty, Yeri, you go on ahead. I’ll take her back and meet you two afterwards." Yeri shook her head, her voice firm. "It’s not safe to let you go back alone, especially here. We’re all in this together."
A wave of gratitude washed over you, softening the discomfort. You managed a smile, touched by their loyalty. "I knew I could trust you girls with my life. Always."
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After the girls dropped you off at the hotel lobby, despite your insistence that you could make it to your room on your own, they lingered, clearly annoyed by your stubbornness. "Make sure you call us if you need anything," said doyeon, her tone laced with concern. You forced a smile through the pain and replied, "Just bring my share of food from the restaurant, thanks." Yeri shook her head, amused but exasperated. "Girlie is in pain yet all she cares about is food" she muttered, while the other two face-palmed in unison.
After a minute or two resting in the lobby lounge, the cramps still gnawing at your abdomen, you slowly made your way towards the hotel lift, silently praying for the pain to subside. You cursed yourself for forgetting to pack your period pain pills, of all the things to forget, this had to be it. What a way to ruin your holiday.
As you trudged toward the lift, lost in your discomfort, someone suddenly bumped into you, sending you stumbling. A sharp headache flared up, adding to your misery. "Must be the side effects," you thought grimly. The person responsible stammered out apologies, but when you looked up, your face was a mask of irritation. You shot him a glare and walked away without a word, leaving him stunned and unbeknownst to you, silently cursing under his breath due to your rude demeanor.
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Amidst the pulsating lights and lively chatter of the bar, Natty sighed, "Wish yn was here with us. It’s a bummer she’s not." Doyeon, already halfway through her whiskey, shrugged and said, "Well, maybe it’s for the best. You know she’s not really into bars and clubs." She took another swig, the liquid burning down her throat as natty suddenly nudged her in the side. Doyeon followed natty’s gaze and noticed yeri staring off into the crowd. The guy she was eyeing was hard to miss. Well-dressed, confident, and undeniably attractive, fitting perfectly into the vibrant atmosphere.
"Ooh, Yeri, you've got good taste, don’t you?" Natty teased, slinging an arm around Yeri’s shoulders. Yeri’s face flushed beet red, and she stammered in response. "You should go talk to him," doyeon suggested, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"What? Hell no! I’m not good at this flirting stuff like you two," yeri protested, shaking her head furiously. "Oh, come on! It’s not like you’re proposing marriage. Live a little! Besides, you’re single now" natty teased, setting down yeri’s drink on the table before dragging her toward the guy.
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Lost in the live band’s performance, younghoon didn’t notice the two girls approaching until natty gave yeri a not-so-gentle push, leaving her standing awkwardly in front of him. Yeri’s heart raced as she tried to steady her breath, glancing back to see natty and doyeon mouthing, "You can do this!"
Cursing under her breath, she mustered up the courage to speak. "Hey, you must really like this band, huh?" she said, hoping it didn’t come off too weird for a conversation starter.
Younghoon turned his head, leaning down slightly to catch her words. "I’m sorry, what were you saying? It’s a bit noisy here." Younghoon leaned in closer towards yeri, his action caused her breath to be caught in her throat, her heart pounding harder than ever. Noticing her frozen state, younghoon waved a hand in front of her face, concerned. "Hey, you there?"
Before yeri could answer, two more guys appeared beside younghoon. Juyeon playfully nudged him. "We leave you alone for a few minutes and you’re already flirting with a girl?" he teased.
Snapping back to reality, yeri managed a nervous smile. "Oh, hi! You guys must be his friends," she said, trying to sound casual. "Yeah, what else would we be?" Sunwoo replied with a smirk, earning a playful smack from younghoon. "Ignore him," younghoon said, rolling his eyes. "He’s been grumpy all day over some girl he saw earlier. Anyway, are you okay? You froze there for a sec."
Yeri laughed, albeit a bit too quickly, and nodded. "Yeah, I’m fine! Actually, my friends would love to meet you guys." She pointed to natty and doyeon, who were engrossed in their conversation, oblivious to Yeri’s plan.
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With yeri leading the way, the three boys followed her to the girls’ table. "Guys, I brought some company! Hope you don’t mind. The more, the merrier, right?" Yeri announced, her voice bubbling with excitement. The boys exchanged awkward but amused glances before joining the group.
Introductions were made, and surprisingly, they all hit it off. Doyeon struck up a conversation with juyeon, their laughter filling the air, while yeri and younghoon bonded over their favorite bands. Meanwhile, natty was in full-on flirt mode with sunwoo, who, despite his earlier bad mood, couldn’t help but be charmed by her. With his good looks and known as a smooth talker, it was no surprise any girls would fall for sunwoo and natty was no exception. Wanting to keep the mood light, sunwoo leaned in closer to natty and suggested a dance. Naturally, she couldn’t resist.
As the night wore on, the girls lost themselves in the company of their unexpected guests, the thought of you barely crossing their minds.
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[Y/N POV]
Back at the hotel, after finally getting some much-needed rest and relief from the cramps, you stepped out of your room, expecting to find the girls are back. But the living room was eerily silent. Being a bit of a scaredy-cat, you quickly turned on all the lights and played some music on the TV to chase away any creepy thoughts. Just then, your phone pinged with a notification from the girls.
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a/n : oh the girls definitely having a great time with the boys i see 😏 (i would too if it's tbz ngl). anyway, i just wanna thank whoever have been liking my story. it really gives me so much motivation to keep writing this! 🤍
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vacantgodling ¡ 3 months ago
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LEGGOOOOOO (fyi i am randomizing what wips i am gonna have a ramble about)
(1) cage universe
KSKSKS i've kinda taken a mini break from planning schism but that's just kinda bc my irl life exploded and i've been tryna get over a lot of the bs that's going on, but where i left off with planning everything was just the entire chapter 2 which tldr (spoilers ig) cass and han are in paris and cass wakes up early to get them some breakfast. he ends up getting accosted at the food stand (cuz its in a lone-ish alley) by some talon goons and is gonna end up being taken to chateau guillard however he doesn't know that. what he also doesn't know is that when he's shoved into the van that the person sitting across from him with a bag on his head is actually jack, he got captured on purpose bc he's insane. and i really need to write bittersweet btw. idc about jack most of the time but jack and vincent provide me with a certain kind of brainrot that him and reapsies cannot replicate for me. i just kinda want the two of them (jack and gabe) to like fist fight each other but not even in a sexy way just like try and kill each other or smthn lol. its really funny to me that i don't ship them bc for all intents and purposes they have a dynamic that i normally love, but tbh i think its just the fact that i havent' imprinted on either of them like a baby deer so idc.
lmao.
(2) purple haze
i'm actually in a weird place regarding purple haze. calvin and jake are the oldest ocs that i have and still "use" but idk if i feel the same burning need to write purple haze like i did when i was 20. but i think it's bc a lot of the pain that i was feeling i channeled into it when i was younger and now that i'm getting older and more removed from the sitautions that made me feel that way in the first place, i just don't feel the same burning itch to write it. this isn't to say that i'm getting rid of the story or cal and jake or anything like that; maybe i'll write it for myself one day? but for now i just like thinking of all the characters and their relationships whenever they do happen to cross my mind. i'm glad they're happier.
(3) supernatural dads
I CAN'T DECIDE WHAT I WANT TO DO WITH KASPIAN TBH it drives me nuts. like i don't want him and his third baby mama to get together (i don't think? like they just seem like friends to me, though i could explore it ig? they have good chemistry its just not what i thought was gonna happen and i still don't think it will tbh). and i keep waffling back and forth between if i want him to have any type of p h y s i c a l relationship with either hue or jihan (cuz make it messy why not) and etc. i keep thinking on it and gnawig on it. but i want him to be happy too!! i just dk what that looks like for him and it could be because he doesn't know what that looks like for himself.
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thoughtsandbones ¡ 2 years ago
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All wounds take time to heal
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc ( codename: Blue)
WARNINGS: Mention of war, angst, mental health mention, drug mention, fluff, just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.
Song inspo: Nothing Matters - The Last Dinner Party and labour - Paris Paloma
I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)
All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.
spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/
(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )
Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic!c :D
PART 1, PART 2, PART 3 and PART 4
Part 5
As soon as the second hand on the old analog clock passed 12, the alarm ran signalling it was 5:30am
You awaken and slammed your hand on the button to stop the beeping that interrupted your sleep.
Slowly your eyes open. You groan aloud and stretching your body across the bed. The sun was making its debut again.
Getting out of bed, taking a swig of water from your flask, the one that has been with you for years, you walk to the bathroom and splash water on your face to waken yourself up even more.
After brushing your teeth in the comfort of your own bathroom, you head over to the clothes you took out from your duffle that are in the cupboard. Picking out a simple black top and running leggings, putting them on.
Stretching your body and warming up the muscles ready for a morning run.
I hate running you thought as you tied the laces on your running shoes, but you realise you have to do it anyway. You had to get your strength up...
A secret you kept close to yourself kept playing in the back of your mind. You wished you were a part of the team. You longed to be on missions, you longed to make a difference. You didn't just want to fix broken soldiers. You wanted to be out there, helping them. Making the world a little less dirty.
Grabbing your phone and AirPods you head out your room, locking the door and head down the corridor. Passing the infirmary you take a quick look in there.
So much stuff to do in there you think as you observe the bleakness that remained unchanged.
Heading outside you see the sun rising in the east. Placing your headphones in, and tapping on your running playlist you begin a slow jog around the perimeter of base. Observing everything, what has changed - a lot- and what has not changed - the aircraft hanger is still has that dent when a helo crashed into it years ago.
How has it been nearly 12 years you think to yourself as you start to quicken your pace.
After 20 minutes you feel tired. Legs feeling like lead, you drag them back to your room.
Checking the clock it was nearly 6:30am. Taking off the shoes and running clothes you hop in the shower. Letting the warm water hit your body, soaking your hair as you bask in the privacy of this small shower.
After getting changed into your green combat trousers and black baggy top, you find your sweater and head to the mess hall, your long hair still lose and damp from the shower.
When you entered the mess hall, it was busy. All military personnel were all up and ready for breakfast. Most of them had finished their breakfasts and where talking to each other, already in the designated groups.
You search the mess hall for any familiar faces, mainly trying to see Soap or Price. But trying to avoid the masked menace, Ghost.
Grabbing breakfast, you find a seat and started picking at the food on your plate. Went for a standard english breakfast, minus the black pudding and tomatoes and, of course, PG tips tea.
Enjoying the solitude of eating your breakfast, you begin to think of the tasks that had to be done with that infirmary. Pulling out the phone, you begin typing a list of to dos on the Notes app.
"Good morning!" Someone said brightly
You look up and see Soap holding his plate on a tray and places it on the same table but opposite you and sits down.
"Good morning" you respond, tucking your phone away back in your pocket and picked up your fork to eat a piece of bacon.
"How are you?" Soap asks, grinning whilst he cut up his bacon and sausages.
"Good, yourself?" You say as you try and swallow the forming of the lump in your throat.
"Not bad, not bad" Soap replies
You can feel the tension and awkwardness looming. Then you realise he probably doesn't know your name, or much about you. Your unsure whether or not to tell him these details.
"Enjoying your breakfast?" Soap asks, breaking the silence and the thoughts running in your head
"Er, yeah it's pretty good" You respond.
"Good" Soap says, smiling at you and then continues to eat.
After taking a sip of tea, you feel like maybe it is time, Price didn't say anything about not telling them your name or other details...
Take a leap of faith you think
"I'm Hari" You say finally
Soap looks up and smiles, and then extends his right arm for another handshake. You accept and shake his hand.
"Nice to meet yer Hari" Soap says
"Nice to meet you too"
"Price says you are our new doctor" Soap chirped
"Yeah.. ermm I guess I am" You say slowly
The malpractice issue... Does Soap know?
"You guess? Where did you go to medical school?" Soap asks
"Er, UCL in London" You respond
"Ah very nice" Soap says
You take another sip of tea. But kept the mug in front of your lips.
He does have a lot of questions you ponder, gazing at his face and his body as he continues to cut and eat his breakfast. You stare particularly longer at his mohawk. You divert your eyes from him back to plate before he realises you've been staring.
The chatter in the mess hall dies down as the personnel flock towards their duties.
"You training with us today or you doing something else?" Soap asks, breaking the silence yet again
"Need to sort out the infirmary and talk to Price about" You say "He said it was in a somewhat good state, but it's barren" you add
Soap chews on his food and nods, chuckling.
"Yer, the lads have kind of stripped it of it's supplies since the old Doc left" Soap says
"Even when the door was locked?" You question him, remembering the key Ghost had in his pocket
"Well, we only just locked it before you turned up" Soap admitted
Rolling your eyes, you let out a sigh taking another sip of tea.
"So.." Soap begins and then takes a sip of his coffee.
Another questions looms you think
"Price told us about a malpractice issue you had..." Soap says, diverting his eyes from yours.
You smirk again of course he'd know
"Yeah, I killed a man" You said bluntly.
Soap's expression changed to disbelief and shock and shifts slightly back at your blunt admission
"With this thumb" You add letting out laugh as you give him a thumbs up
Soap laughs nervously, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Don't know if I can tell anyone, but it is minor" you say, trying to reassure Soap, giving him a gentle smile.
"Aye... did yer kill anyone?" He says curiously
"No, of course not" you say.
Soap nods and continues to finish his food.
You take the last sip of tea, prepare to leave. As you get up and take your dishes, Soap does the same. Both of you heading to the racks trolleys where the mass of plates once full of food lay. You add yours to the growing stack and Soap does the same.
"I'll see yer later" Soap says giving you a light tap on your back. You give him a nod and a small smile.
Heading to the bathroom, you wash your hands and stare at yourself in the mirror. You chuckle to yourself as you remember the look on Soap's face.
Heading to the infirmary, you find Price and Ghost in there, both of them wearing military fatigues, only Ghost's were all black and he wore a jacket. Talking to one another and looking around the drawers.
"Good morning" Price says as you walk in
"Morning Captain" you say nodding to Price "Morning Lieutenant" nodding to Ghost
"Mornin'" he replies, giving you a slight nod as well, arms crossed over his chest.
"Infirmary is a bit of tip" Price says
"It's non-existent at the moment Captain" You say quickly "Soap told me about fellow soldiers coming in and taking what they wanted"
Price chuckles and sighs
"Yes, that was considered normal under Doctor Allen" Price explained "We've got the names of the suppliers and there's a new desk, chair and med bed coming later this afternoon. I'll leave the ordering of supplies to you" Price said
"Excellent" You say, heading over to the old rusty med bed. It was similar to the ones in the hospital you previously worked at.
"Ghost here will give you a hand with anything you need" Price resumed.
"I should be fine, I have my laptop with me so I can order supplies. Just let me know the time they will arrive"
"You sure?" Price asks
"I'm sure, cleaning supplies still down in the west corridor?" You say
Price smiles and looks at Ghost, Ghost still looking at you, he unfolds his arms and walks over to you.
"Don' min' helpin' you" Ghost says, staring at you "I'll get the cleanin' equipment" he says walking off to the door
"Thanks Lieutenant" You say watching him leave.
"Ru-" Price begins but then stops himself when he notices your eyes widen "Sorry, Hari, you alright" Price says
"Yes sir" you reply "Just getting used to being back here"
"You seem rigid" Price says coming towards you
"Just getting used to being back here again" you say, looking out of the window and gazing at the clear blue sky.
"Bad memories?" Price asks
"No, just..." you begin, you look down at your nails and start scratching your nails with your thumb, it was a bad habit you had since you were a teen. Price took note, he recognised this habit from those years ago. Back when you were just a smiley young adult beginning your military career.
"The Captain" Price says, as though he could read your mind
You look up, pursing your lips and then look back out of the window.
"It feels weird being here and him not being here" you say, the lump in your throat stats to form. Globus sensation.
"I know, a lot of good soldiers die..." Price begins edging towards you
"But you can't let that stop you from carrying on with the task at hand" you resume for him. Turning your head to face Price, who smiled and gave you a pat on the shoulder, a misty glaze took over his eyes. He turned away and raised his hand to his face covering his eyes, as though he was trying to hold back a tear.
"I shall leave you to it then" Price said, clearing his throat and collecting himself.
It was a saying The Captain would always say when a mission or training went sideways. It was one of the last things he said to you in Siberia.
<CUE FLASHBACK> Siberia, Russia, October 12 2010 Day 3- "Blue, check your heartbeat sensor" Captain said over the radio Both of you had reached the outskirts of the base, the snow storm picking up, you adjusted up your white morf and your eye goggles, protecting your face from the harsh elements. You hold your sniper rifle up, and open up the heartbeat sensor "Checking sir" you reply over the radio "The blue dots are us, enemies will show up as white dots" you hear the Captain say. "Copy Cap" you say "Going high" you say over the radio as you spot a perfect ridge overlooking the base and signal to the Captain, he nods his head and follows. "This storm is perfect timing" The Captain says "We will be ghosts entering this base" The Captain joins you in the ridge overlooking the base. You are lying down, focusing your right eye in the scope of the sniper, eye goggles up on your forehead. "Two tangos north of us" you say "Copy Blue" The Captain says "Your target" he said, looking through his own scope. Through the scope you see the two tangos, talking and facing each other. One them just moved just in front of the other. You took your shot. Collateral shot. "Good shot Blue" Captain said, "Let's go and head to the base and get the Fire disk" <END OF FLASHBACK>
In the infirmary, you took apart the old rusted med bed. It was simple and easy for you. As you flipped the mattress off, you noticed on the other side dried blood had stained it.
"Ergh. Gross" you say tossing the mattress near the door with your boot.
As Ghost walked through he nearly tripped over the mattress that had been flung near the doorway. You turned facing him, eyes widened.
"Sorry lieutenant" You said, picking up the mattress.
"S alrigh'" Ghost said, helping you with the mattress and placing it outside the infirmary.
"Got the supplies" he said, holding a bucket with sprays and cloths up towards you. You take the bucket
"Thank you sir" You say and head over to the cupboard and start doused the cabinets and draws with disinfectant.
Ghost moved over to you and grabbed a cloth from the bucket and started cleaning up where you sprayed the disinfectant. He watched from the corner of his eyes as you grabbed a cloth and then started working on the drawers nearer to the window. He couldn't help notice how long your hair had gotten, which was tied in a low ponytail, the ends curling slightly.
In the corner of your eye, you see Ghost move near you. You think to yourself that maybe you should actually engage in conversation with him. Get to know him. And the team.
"How long have you been with the 141?" You ask, turning to Ghost and giving him a smile as you set the disinfectant bottle next to the bucket and return to the drawers
"Few years" Ghost said, not being completely honest.
"Nice, are you SAS?" you ask
"Yeah" he responded, moving over towards the bottle, grabbing it and spraying the drawers next to you.
Maybe this is the chance he thought to himself
He had been going over the exact method of how he was going to tell you who he really was last night and this morning. He watched you clean the drawers, stood on one knee, paying attention to the handles and the insides. You remained stoic. That look of concentration taken ahold of your face. He remembered that face you made in the photo with The Captain. His chest sent another 'ping' through his upper body.
Feeling the glare of Ghost you look up at him, and furrowed your brows. He diverted his gaze and went back to cleaning the drawers.
"You alright?" you asked
"All good" he said
Do it now, like plaster, rip it off he thought to himself
"Listen-" he began to turn his body towards you
"Lt! There you are!" Soap shouted as he entered the infirmary
Both you and Ghost turned around, and saw Soap coming in with a mop and bucket.
Fucking hell Johnny Ghost thought.
"Price told me to get yer this Hari" Soap said, smiling at you
Hari? Is that the name you're using Ghost thought as he looked at you, remaining stoic as you got up and went to get the mop.
"Cheers Soap" you say "Gonna add a bit of yourself in there?" you say jokingly pointing to the bucket.
Ghost was taken aback. Since when did you get so friendly with him?
"Want to see me get soaked eh?" Soap says winking at you and grinning.
"No..." you say, squinting your eyes "'Cos' of your codename... Soap" you said. Hoping he'd get the pun
"Aye" Soap said chuckling realising the pun
"It was quite punny" you said turning towards Ghost smiling, who seemingly remained unmoved by the joke whilst Soap let out a roar of laughter.
Ghost sighed and turned back to the counter and resumed cleaning, whilst Soap continued to talk to you. Of course you'd gravitate towards him.
"Never mind Lt Hari, he takes a while to warm up to new people" Soap said slamming his hand on your right shoulder. The sudden pressure made you jolt. The pain crept up from clavicle down to your entire right arm.
"Shit, you alright?" Soap exclaimed
Ghost swiftly turned around and saw you rubbing your right shoulder, and Soap reaching for your hand. A sick feeling settled in his stomach.
"Yeah all good, sore shoulder from an arm workout" you lied
You moved away, your hand slipping from Soap's, and turned to walk to the bathroom near were the old med bed was and locked the door.
"What happened" Ghost asked looking at Soap narrowing his eyes at him
"Just patted her shoulder Lt" Soap explained
Ghost took in a deep breathe and then resumed the cleaning.
"Let's get back to cleaning" Ghost said "Don't forget to add actual soap into the bucket" he added pointing towards the other bucket on the counter.
Soap let out a small laugh and headed to the bucket in the counter to grab the soap.
In the bathroom, you look at yourself in the mirror. You take your sweater and top off and look at the scar on the top of your shoulder, it curved over shoulder, front and back. After all these years, all of a sudden, the pain felt the same as the moment you got shot in Siberia.
On the other side of the door, Ghost continued to clean away the grime and gunk surrounding the drawers. He didn't mind helping, the infirmary was a right tip after Doctor Allen left. He decided for now he wouldn't tell you who he was. He couldn't... not just yet. Letting you think he was just a ghost.
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nobedofroses ¡ 1 year ago
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December 24th
pairing: Jack Daniels x reader
warnings: fluff
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a/n: I am behind but I plan to continue posting, even if I continue this in January, just fyi! This ridiculousness was prompted by @terryboot (thanks babe) and is very cute if very silly
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“Okay and it’ll say ‘tis the season’ and you’ll tell them to be creative with the decoration, right? But I know it’s a time crunch, so simple is fine too. And red, green, and gold with white and black for details if that works,” you were rushing out the instructions, talking while you ate your breakfast at work, but you didn’t have a choice. The cake you needed for a holiday party that night had fallen through with another bakery and you were in meetings all day. This five minute call with your husband, Jack, was the only free time you would have until about an hour before the party, so he was going to a bakery in person for you that did last minute cakes. 
“That’s what you want it to say, darlin’, really?” Jack asked, his voice oddly hesitant. 
He caught you in the middle of another big bite, but you had to just say it anyway, “Yes, ‘tis the season.’”
“Okay darlin’, well I’m here, so I’ll go inside and text you when it’s ordered.”
“Great, thank you, I love you.” 
“I love you too, bye now.” 
“Bye honey,” you hung up the phone, took a drink of water, and wiped your mouth. Just in time for your assistant to knock on your door to summon you to the first meeting. 
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Several hours later, you had met Jack at the party and were in the kitchen, taking it out of its box so it could be put on the table to be served. At first glance, it looked absolutely perfect with the letters in gold and little holly branches decorating the sides. 
“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe they did such a good job on a rush order– what the fuck does that say?”
Jack looked over your shoulder, “‘Tits the season,’ just like you asked, sweetheart. And look, they did little tits on the side too.” 
All of this was said as if it was completely normal and not the most ridiculous thing you had ever heard. 
“Jack, baby, it was supposed to say ‘Tis the Season’! Tis, like ‘it is the season,’” you told him, over-enunciating the words. 
You watched as Jack’s happy little smile turned into a sheepish, downcast look, a blush covering his cheeks and his hand coming up to cover his mouth. “Oh.” 
Luckily, thank the heavens really, this party was for friends and not professional in any sort, so you were more perplexed than anything. You couldn’t help but laugh at what Jack and the bakery must have thought when they heard your request. Although, apparently they didn’t think it was that weird because the cake was decorated how they thought you had specified it to a t. 
But Jack was too distraught to pay attention to your laughter and turned you around so he could grab your hands in his and say in the softest, sweetest voice, ���Oh honey pie, I am so so sorry. I really thought you said that. And since it was for friends… I guess I just thought you wanted to spice things up or somethin’.” 
You shook your head, unable to keep from smiling because Jack’s contrite face was too adorable and sweet. But if he wanted to make such a big apology, you’d give him something to do to earn forgiveness so he’d feel a little better, “You’re lucky I’m so forgiving and you’re so darn cute, baby. But I think before I can forgive you totally, you better give me a kiss.” 
Tapping your cheek, you turned your face slightly away so he’d kiss your cheek instead of your lips like he’d likely want to. And he did kiss your cheek, but then you realized that cheek kisses were really not at all the same as regular ones. 
“Okay, now give me a real one,” you told him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in close.
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5/26/24: We were in Lisbon from Tuesday 5/21 until 5/26 when we checked out of the Bessa Hotel. What a lovely experience. Claude thought maybe the hotel owners had some German roots, since the breakfasts were full of black bread, rolls, and cured meats, but isn’t that basically European breakfast? There was the fab sheeps milk cheese that we keep having here in Portugal — a singular delight in all of its forms — on bread, with olives, with jam. The coffee machines are extraordinary—big and hulking, with about 10 different options, including macchiata, cappacino, chocolate, chocolate milk, HOT chocolate., hot milk, plus all the usual shorto and luongo espresso options, plus Americano, and others. I really enjoyed the combo, plain chocolate with a short or luongo espresso, and an Americano thrown in to fill the mug. Europeans don’t quite seem to get the American need for LARGE quantities. I don’t mind, their dinner portions are so reasonable and very tasty. But the coffee needs to SuStaIN us, it needs to last a while. Not just the caffeine effect, but the ACT of hanging around and drinking the coffee has to last awhile. Why? I don’t know. Maybe Americans feel we can’t just sit and relax. Once the coffee is done, we must get on with our very important day. SO we need there to be enough coffee to allow us to sit and procrastinate a little longer. 🤷‍♀️
5/26 we walked from our hotel to Hertz and rented a car. Drove back to hotel, grabbed our bags, and headed North to Arraiolos. We settled in at Hotel Pousada Convento Arraiolos, one of the government run hotels you can stay in around this country. They contract with a hotel company, Pesana, and it's actually really nice, we were kind of surprised to find out. And cheap!! No one offered to help with our bags, but no biggie, we were fine dragging them up and down the stone steps as we made our way to our room. It's an ancient convent, with massive stone walkways, and we felt like we were back in the old times. Well Claude didn't feel like a nun, but it was fun to wander around the vast stone spaces. I chose to imagine myself a Friar ambling around, and Claude decided he would have been more of a Broiler. Ha Ha. If you don't get the joke, it's ok...this whole blog is more like one big inside joke written for my travel partner, and I only hope it's mildly amusing for everyone else who peeks at it along the way! (But FYI "Fryer" is a kind of chicken, and, ha ha, so is a ha ha...if I have to explain it, it's obvs not that funny...)
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