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multipleoccupancy · 10 minutes ago
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Glad that she wasn't arguing the orderly just turned all of his attention onto Theo to patch him up. Oblivious to the internal commentary going though Violet's head behind him as he made sure the blanket piece was good and tight over Theo's shoulder before he went to check his side, clearly treating Theo with what he had to hand.
Theo was still untrusting and very uncomfortable with an orderly patching him up, unable to stop himself flinching a couple of times as the orderly moved things around, expecting a sudden hit or jab with a baton or syringe which of course never came as he was tended to instead.
He still managed a small smile her way for her reassurance that they had to let him go now, "well you too, I'm not going anywhere without you. This proves us innocent." He gestured to the lumpy blanket in the corner. "We did it," he smiled brighter, proud for their efforts.
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The orderly said nothing to that sentiment as he finished with Theo, looking around for a space to put him down too for a while. He figured they would both sleep given the loss of blood and he could get to framing Cecil and mopping up the whole scene before things got too complicated. He was confident the agents would be there soon though, they knew they had a specimen to pick up and he supposed Theo had been there long enough now to be ready to accept any deal. Maybe he should warn them he would want the girl to go too.
"You two just stay where you are and rest, I've got the rest of this and people will be coming real soon." The orderly announced to them both. "Don't go getting wild ideas now though, ok?" He looked to Violet pointedly, "you don't need to try and escape now, just wait and behave and you'll probably find there's an easy way out from today."
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Had Violet been in better shape, she might have found something witty to clap back. But she was exhausted and shivering, so she didn't say anything. Yes, she had supposed it had to be Theo and her. No one else had done anything! And besides, she had killed plenty of monsters before, thank you very much.
The orderly didn't seem to know what a Hound was. If he was a Delta Green agent, he wasn't a very good one. Violet had forgotten that agents rarely knew the names of the monsters they fought, and that her knowing so many things about monsters at just 14 was quite the anomaly.
Of course, he wanted to frame Cecil for the stolen knife. The program clearly loved framing people. But she had to admit that it was her only way out of this, and Cecil wasn't exactly a boy scout, either. But she didn't like how it made her feel. Like she was a hypocrite.
And maybe she was one.
Once the orderly had helped her onto the bed, she practically crumpled on it. She didn't even protest when he told her to lie down. She did as she was told -for once. Violet hated that she couldn't take care of Theo's bandage, that this strange man was doing it. She wasn't sure she could trust him, in fact, she doubted it. But her limbs were heavy and the room was spinning.
She didn't miss the orderly's little comment, frowning for it. He definitely worked for the Program. Was he responsible for Theo's placement in the ward? The thought made her so angry that she clenched her jaw. But she softened as soon as she heard Theo's voice.
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"Yes, it's gonna be ok," she croaked, "they'll have to let you go, now."
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fuctacles · 3 days ago
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"Yes? Hello, officer? There's a man in my apartment." 
Eddie stirs awake, his surroundings coming back to him in hazy waves.
"What?" he slurs out, blinking to clear his vision.
"Oh, I was just telling the officer that I've found a man sleeping on my couch," Stephanie says with a troubled expression, hovering over him.
Over the couch that he fell asleep on.
He sits up so suddenly he loses his balance and falls back against the cushion.
"I'm so sorry, please don't call the cops—!"
Stephanie immediately shakes her hands, which are free of a phone.
"I was joking, I was joking!" she reassures him quickly. "I'm sorry." She smiles apologetically, taking a seat next to him. "I guess that wasn't the best way to wake up someone." 
"No," Eddie chuckles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Especially not an ex-drug dealer," he huffs dryly. 
Steph cocks her head with a surprised "huh" and only then does Eddie realize what he has just blurted out. 
"Ah, shit. Am I ruining my good neighbor status?" he winces.
"Not at all," Steph shakes her head, and gently pats his knee. He zeroes his focus on her hand when she decides to rest it there on his jean-clad leg. 
"I know my nice neighbor Eddie, not the drug dealer one," she smiles reassuringly. "What made you turn around? If you don't mind me asking," she squeezes his knee and retrieves her hand to lean back more comfortably on the couch. One of her cats, Garfield, jumps on her lap for a greeting, and Eddie realizes she's still wearing her jacket. He looks at the clock on the wall and realizes it's almost midnight. 
"Sorry, I'm holding you back, you're clearly tired," she backtracks quickly, watching his eyes dart around. But Eddie shakes his head.
"Nah, I just took an invigorating nap." She laughs at that and he can't help but smile as well. "I'd assume you're tired after traveling."
"I took an invigorating nap on the bus," she smiles, petting her cat. Arwen finally decides she's not above greeting her human and jumps in next to her as well, occupying Stephanie's other hand. 
Eddie reminds himself not to get jealous of felines.
"I managed to graduate," he says and when Steph looks at him in confusion, he adds: "I dealt in high school to save money for my band, thought that was my only route. But then I did graduate, on my third try, and the art teacher pulled some strings, asked around, and told me I could go study music. The guys forced me to go for it," he smiles at the memory. "My band, I mean. They said at least one of us should know some theory," he chuckles. 
"That's very nice of them," Stephanie comments. 
"Yeah. The bastards followed me after high school too." He grins. 
"And I still haven't heard your music," she sighs wistfully. 
"I'll bring a tape next time," he promises. 
"You better."
They sit in silence for a while, only the cat's purring filling the night ambiance. 
"Want some tea?"
"I guess I should go."
They speak over each other, eyes wide when they meet awkwardly. They chuckle, and Eddie can feel his cheeks warm up.
"Or I can get us a beer? Since you're not an old lady," she offers, spotting the empty bottle on the table. "Unless you really need to go."
"Beer sounds good. Considering there are no old ladies here," he smiles charmingly, daring her to protest. 
Steph doesn't say anything, only rolls her eyes and gently nudges Garfield from her lap onto the couch cushions. She scratches Eddie's head when she passes, thankfully missing the way it causes his whole body to shiver. 
"Won't your uncle be worried where you are?" she asks from the kitchen, giving Eddie the space he needs to collect himself. 
"I told him I'd wait for you," he answers, scratching Garfield and trying to forget how good it felt when done to him. "Also, I don't have a curfew anymore. Never had, in fact. Not with Wayne."
"Lucky you." She steps back into the room, handing him a chilled bottle. "How long have you been living with him?"
"Since high school," he answers before taking a swig. "Spent a short time in a halfway house before that. My parents couldn't handle me anymore, but they managed to reach my uncle and he took me in."
"The hell do you mean 'couldn't handle you'?" Steph asks with a frown.
Eddie chuckles at her immediate offense.
"They got into legal trouble, and couldn't afford the house anymore, I think my dad spent some time in prison too. Tax fraud and shit, never cared enough to dig into it and Wayne doesn't like talking about them either. He's a better parent they'd ever be anyway."
"Yeah," Steph softens. "I'd love to have had someone like him back in the day." Then, she deflates with a sigh. "Though even the nicest people can turn out to be bigots. Not Wayne, of course!" she rushes to add. "He knows about Robin and he's really cool about it." 
Eddie sees his opening and feels comfortable enough to use it finally. 
"He better be, since his nephew is bisexual," he says with a little huff. 
"He is?" Steph picks up curiously. 
"Yeah," Eddie scratches his cheek, suddenly sheepish. "Turned out I wasn't watching Indiana Jones for the plot."
"I think that sweaty chest is plot enough," she says and they both laugh.
"Have you dated a guy, then?" Stephanie asks next. 
"Only one for real," Eddie admits. "But it's not like I've dated many girls either, though it is easier."
"A young bachelor like you?" Stephanie raises her eyebrows in surprise. "You should be swarming with marriage proposals, the way your uncle describes you."
Eddie groans, throwing his head back against the cushions. 
"What nonsense is he telling about me?"
"Only that he has a talented, smart boy in Indy, who's always helpful and protective of his friends and family. Also, he has really frizzy hair."
"Excuse me?"
Eddie picks up his head to look at Stephanie. She's suddenly closer than before, rubbing a lock of his hair between her fingers. 
"When was the last time you had your hair done?"
"Uh." He looks between her hand and her face like he'll find the answer there. "Never? Probably? At least not that I remember."
Stephanie's mouth purses with displeasure. 
"I can fix them for you. For taking care of my cats."
Eddie wants her hands in his hair so badly, but he raises his beer like a dumbass. 
"But I already got a beer," he points out. 
She shakes her head. 
"I share beers with friends for less. I'd usually buzz Wayne too, and you'd be doing me a favor because I can't focus with your split ends right in my face."
She's really playing it up, pout and all, and unfortunately, it's working on him. 
But he'd probably do anything she asked for. 
"Then, uh... Sure, I guess."
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yelenaslyubov · 2 days ago
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Carmilla
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✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ pairing: vampire!yelena belova x fem!reader AU
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ warnings: almost smut (groping, kissing, everything but penetration/stimulation), sapphic yearning, sweet/dirty talk, mention of blood
✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ description: based on the novel ‘carmilla,’ in the comfort of your family’s castle, a visitor shows up out of the blue. you are immediately intrigued, almost feeling as if you know her in some way. she entices you with her whole being and becomes the most fascinating thing you’ve ever come in contact with.
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You woke abruptly to a loud crack of thunder. It could have been the nightmare that was keeping you from sleep, but you did not want to dwell on such devilish thoughts. You rose from your bed with a creak and fled to the window. The raindrops were pelting the glass like a stampede of cattle against cobblestone. It was almost too much for your ears to bear to be at such a distance.
You looked beyond the window of your own tower to the abyss below. Having powerful storms such as this one made the daunting castle so much more intimidating.
As you squinted your eyes, you could see the dim glow of the street lights lit up despite the storm. They flickered from a combination of rain and wind that threatened to destroy their luminescence.
You saw the poor innkeeper that fought the wind as he walked back inside from checking the stalls. It seemed as if he could almost be swept up in the wind.
Since sleep felt out of the question at this time, you made yourself comfortable against the inside of your window and waited. You hoped the rain would pass soon so the branches may stop their incessant tapping against your windows.
You felt your eyes go dark as your eyelids fluttered shut. The rain became a companion of comfort now as it steadied, as well as lulled you to sleep.
The feeling did not last long as you heard a crash from down below. It took you a moment to compose yourself and wake up again before you looked down to survey the damage. You waited a moment to see if anyone down below heard the crash and were running to help, but there was no such luck.
You pulled on your robe to cover your nightdress while you dashed down the hall to your father’s room. It turned out that he had heard the crash as well and was already on his way out of his quarters.
“Father, you heard it as well?” you asked him.
“I did, my dear! I will go down at once to see what’s the matter.”
“I will come with you!”
He must have not heard you completely or else he would have stopped you by now since you were half way down the stairwell. You fled from the front doors of the castle and you were met with immediate rainfall. Your nightgown was soaked within seconds, but you couldn’t stop now as this was turning out to be the most interesting event to happen in your recent memory.
The rain and fog was clouding your vision, so you were only able to see the scene before you once you were closer. “What is it, father?” you yelled over the rain.
“It seems to be a crashed carriage. I am going to see if anyone has been injured.”
As you approached the damage, you could make out the small carriage that had flipped over on its side. Oddly enough, there was no horse to be found that could be pulling the carriage, only the carriage itself. There seemed to be no trace of any evidence on how the carriage came to your front entrance.
“Come, quickly!” your father shouted. “There’s a woman here!”
You ran to your father’s aid and saw the woman in question. The door of the carriage was open to reveal a dark haired woman spilling out. Her dress was disheveled beyond imagination and she looked to be unresponsive.
Your father turned her over on your back and you were able to see the mystery woman’s face now. Your eyes widened and you took a step back in shock.
“What’s the trouble, dear?” father asked you.
You hesitated. “Nothing at all… just surprised.”
Surprised was not quite the word you would use. Unnerved was more fitting.
The woman’s face was something out of a dream, a dream that you had. She seemed so familiar yet so distant and new. Her face was angelic, but held a darkness that pulled you in deeper than you wanted. Even with her unconscious you could feel the mystery radiating from her skin.
“We need to get her inside, it’s much too cold to be out here,” your father instructed.
Your father did most of the work to lift her up. Once her figure was upright, you took her unoccupied arm and wrapped it around your shoulder to help her inside.
Once you were able to get her inside, you carried her up the stairs and into a guest suite. Your father rushed to the fireplace in order to get a proper fire going to heat the room as well as the mystery woman’s cold body.
You did the honors of resting the woman’s head against the chaise lounge that was placed by the fire for convenience sake. You assumed it would be best to be as close to the fire as possible granted her condition.
You stood back and watched the woman sleeping while the fire cast its warm and wavering reflection upon her. Seduction seemed to be the appropriate word to use as you stared at her. You wanted to be as close to her as possible, but also far away from her danger that you couldn’t help but feel.
“Let’s let her rest,” your father said while giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze.
You gave a small nod and walked out behind your father, but not before giving the woman one more peculiar look. You escorted yourself back to your room and shut the door tightly. You were sure by now that the sun would be coming up very soon.
The fire in your own room threatened to go out, so you decided to feed it more and add another log or two. Once the fire was properly maintained you found yourself in bed once again with a new change of sleeping clothes, ones that were not soaked by the storm.
You drifted off to sleep faster than you had anticipated which was a nice surprise. Your sleep did not feel entirely fulfilling as you jolted awake from a nightmare once again, but this time it was light outside. The storm seemed to be a figment of your imagination, as the sky was blue and birds were singing their morning songs. It was almost as if last night had not existed whatsoever.
The woman. You wondered where she had gone. Was she still in her room? Had she fled the castle after she had awoken? Could she be wandering the halls? The opportunities for her were endless.
You decided to try your hand at her room first. You creeped down the hallway in order to prevent the creaks in the floor from completely blowing your cover.
Your hand hovered over the door nervously. Unless the woman had run away, you knew you would run into her eventually so you tried to get it over with as you knocked lightly on the door.
“…Come in.”
A deep voice spoke from behind the door and you stepped back. You half thought that the woman would be gone, and the other part of you that believed she stayed had not realized you could be even more entranced by her.
You pushed on the door and hesitantly walked through to come face to face with the mysterious woman. Her once pleasant looking face turned even whiter when she met your eyes. She seemed to be the epitome of confusion.
“I apologize if it is too much of an intrusion, but have we met before?” she asked you.
You felt it could be an interesting question to ask if you had not felt the exact same the moment you laid your gaze upon her. “I do not believe so, but I cannot help to feel the same.”
The confusion quickly turned to realization. “Your dreams…”
“Pardon?”
“I have seen your face in your dreams. It sounds most strange, but what I say is true. I do not know how or why, but you have plagued every thought as I sleep and I have seen you just last night.”
The more she explained, the stranger it sounded. People cannot invade one another’s dreams as she says, that is preposterous.
“You have been suffering from nightmares, no?” she asked you. She snaked closer to you, almost as if she did not walk but was transported nearer.
You nodded your head reluctantly.
“How would I know that if what I said is but a lie?”
You felt like there was a point to be made with what she said, but you still were not convinced. Since you really did not want to debate the topic any further, you decided to change the subject.
“I’m sorry, but I haven’t asked your name?” you asked the woman.
“My name is Yelena, and yours?”
“My name is y/n, pleased to meet you.”
“And you as well. This situation seems quite odd indeed, so may I ask, what exactly happened?” You could not imagine how this lonely woman felt being in such an accident, so you were not sure exactly how to phrase such a story.
“Well, it was the middle of the night and there was a terrible storm that kept me awake. One minute I was asleep, and the next I heard a great noise coming from the entrance of the castle. My father and I ran outside to see what was the matter and found your carriage with no horses to be found. We felt it was in our best judgment to bring you inside and get you warm before sending you on your way to your destination.”
Yelena smiled faintly and looked towards the ground. “The thing is, I cannot remember what destination that may be.”
She had a way of looking past your eyes and directly into your soul. You were sure it would soon swallow you whole.
“Well, while you are busy thinking about that, I will have clothes for you to borrow until then. Hopefully that will be suitable?”
“Of course, of course. I appreciate your hospitality and openness to me.”
In all fairness, you didn’t have much of a choice but you did not mind either way. You hoped that someone would do the same for you. So, instead of answering, you gave one courteous nod of your head in reply.
“Would you… like a tour of our home?” You didn’t think it would hurt to ask, as you didn’t know how long her stay would turn into.
“That would be most pleasant if you don’t mind!”
“Not at all,” you smiled.
You straightened out your dress and gave her a look that insisted she follow you. She was like a quiet mouse creeping behind you, you only knew she was there occasionally when she made a peep, but her footsteps were silent.
You took her up and down the hallways and the stairs, directing her to the abundance of rooms that she could explore in her free time. You turned around often to look at her and each time you tried, it seemed as if she was looking at you all along.
It was starting to become strange the amount of times you caught her staring at you and not the architecture that was crafted inside the castle. The only thing infatuating to her was you.
The way she watched you like a predator watches its prey was something to be studied in itself. There wasn’t one move you made that she wasn’t watching. There was power in your every move and you were well aware.
You kept on the same as you began and led her to the library. “It’s not much, but this is where I spend much of my time,” you told her.
“It is the most grand thing I have ever seen. I’ve never seen so many books before!”
You watched her face light up and you felt a rush of both happiness and pity. There were plenty of places that had more books than your silly old castle, but you were happy that there was someone else to appreciate it as much as you.
She jogged along the side of the shelves and ran her fingers down each book spine. She took care in feeling each one with tender care.
“I can’t believe it! I may just have to stay here forever,” she exclaimed. You mustered a small laugh in exchange.
“You are welcome to use it during all hours.”
She walked over to you and grabbed your hands. You felt an uncomfortable surge of coldness run through your body that was triggered by her touch. You did not know something could be so cold. You tried to pull your hands away instinctually, but she held on tighter.
“Your hospitality means everything to me. Thank you so very much.” She sounded genuine, which was quite contrasting to her natural chill.
Then, leaning in close, she brought her frozen lips towards your cheek. Time seemed to stop as her lips made the journey near you.
They gently touched your cheek in a most affirmative movement that somehow still felt soft. They were just as expected; chilled to the bone. The longer she lingered close to you the less you felt like you could restrain yourself.
Her touch against you was like a siren whisper that grew stronger. In your mind, you could see her hands all over you in an unabashed manner. Those hands could trail over your bodice, down your neck, and may even try and sneak under your precisely placed gown.
In an instant, your thoughts left as soon as they appeared. It did not go unnoticed by Yelena apparently. You could see it written on her face that something bothered you, almost as if she had already read every thought that had just occurred.
“We-we must keep moving,” you instructed.
“Lead the way, y/n.” She said your name as if it commanded power, the complete opposite of what it was.
In the next few days that passed, you and Yelena grew quite close. You would find her in the library during the wee hours of the night, whether that was reading a book or simply sitting and staring out into the beyond. During the day, you found her sleeping, which was quite strange.
You couldn’t get over just how odd the woman was, regardless of your relationship with her now. She had her strange quirks, and the wild thoughts always occurred when she touched you, just like they did before. Sometimes they were stronger or weaker, but you were now convinced that Yelena could read your mind.
She wore a smirk after each moment of skin to skin that happened. This was always accompanied by your red face that took over after the thoughts had passed.
This was nothing like the thoughts that became real the night when Yelena left for good.
This particular night, she was nowhere to be found in her usual spots. You tried her room for a change, even if it was the middle of the night.
You could hear the fire crackling and the orange light glowing from the outside the door. Instead of knocking, something inside you decided to push the door open instead. You see Yelena sitting on the lounge near the fire with a book in hand.
“I was wondering when you would come and find me,” she smiled.
“I did not know I was supposed to.”
“Sure you didn’t.” She had a way of making every conversation into something quite sensual.
She patted the spot next to her, instructing you to come sit down. You anxiously walked over to her with the creaking floor below you as your guide. You plopped yourself down on the lounge with a bounce.
“What took you so long to find me, dear?” she asked, her voice dropping an octave lower. She quickly put the book down while her hand found your hair. Her fingers twirled through it so seductively, each fiber prickling against your skin and sending you shivering.
“Hmm?” she asked this time, feeling more like a demand as time went on.
“Uhm, I checked all your usual spots and did not seem to find you. I heard the crackling of the fire and it led me here.”
“Good thing you found me then hmm.”
She had moved from twirling your hair to almost petting it. Then, her hand brushed against your shoulder and that is when the thoughts found you once again, but they did not feel exactly like your imagination. The thoughts that impeded your mind felt more like a promise rather than a dream this time.
Her nails dragged up and down your arm which felt almost like lines of frozen crystals were left in its place. Her lips followed, their chilly touch exploring the bare parts of your shoulder. The closer they became to your neck, the more you wanted to give in. You were sure now that this was not a dream.
“Why would it be a dream?”
Your body was rigid after the question. She indeed knew every thought you had had about her and this was the finale.
“I waited so long to be able to touch you like this. Knowing it’s no longer living in your mind makes it so much sweeter,” she cooed.
You found yourself leaning against the side of the lounge while Yelena had her way with you. It was the same feeling as before, but this time it was more real. Because it was real. She was real.
She kissed on every untouched part of your neck as her long nails dug into the space behind your neck. It took everything in you not to scream from the pain and pleasure.
“It’s alright to feel it. I want you to feel everything,” she whispered, her voice once again resembling a siren call.
Her hands were everywhere she could reach before making it too risqué. You had never experienced anything quite this heavenly in your life. There was nothing that was stopping you to act on your feelings, but you were so distracted by Yelena that you felt paralyzed.
She soaked up the feeling and taste of your skin as she moved down your arms and your legs. Each brush of her lips and tongue make your hair stand on edge and your back arch.
“Almost done, sweet girl.”
Almost done? You did not know that there was an end you were waiting for.
Before reaching under your dress, Yelena stopped. She came up to you once again where you could see her dilated pupils, hungry for something you were uncertain of.
This time when she smiles, there was a mischievous flare that you did not miss. In addition, you did not miss the way that her teeth seemed to change before your eyes. Either way, you seemed stuck in a daze that did not quit.
She lowered her mouth down to the side of your neck and kissed and sucked. The action became stronger… and stronger. It reached its peak before a sting of pain.
“Ouch!” You were suddenly brought out of your trance and sat up. There was a trickle of blood that started at the top of your neck and ran down over the front of your dress.
You got up from the lounge and walked across the room to find something to dab the blood off. There was a sting when you placed the cloth over your injury.
You spend so much time caring for your wound that you had forgotten all about Yelena who was recently suffocating you with lust. You looked around the room and she was nowhere to be found.
To your surprise, it was light outside and you were not sure exactly how that happened so quickly. You went to search the castle looking for her. She was not in the library, her room, your room, or anywhere in between.
Yelena seemed to vanish before your very eyes, as there was no trace of the mysterious woman you had come to call a friend.
All that was left was the lust she had burned into you as her final goodbye.
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marvelfanfics1 · 2 days ago
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Based on the scene where JJ saves Sarah from drowning but with maybank!little!reader instead!!
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The sun casts an ever burning heat over the dunes of Morocco, Rafe and the pogues clinging onto the thought that you and JJ are alive and well, the constant unease going through the group but neither of them giving up hope.
Rafe sits on a dune with a good amount of distance from the others, lost in thought and staring at the ocean, desperately waiting for you to emerge any second.
If those idiots wouldn't have tied him in the bathroom he could've saved you, he could've prevented the worst thing he ever thought possible, losing you.
The thought of you all alone and scared, screaming for him to come and save you nags on his mind constantly.
Sarah occasionally goes over to him, pleading him to drink some water to keep at least hydrated, telling him that him dying from dehydration won't help you if you and JJ actually show up.
He keeps silent until she walks away again, grabbing the bottle of water and taking a few sips, the ache of his throat momentarily distracting him from the sting in his chest.
At night he couldn't get himself to sleep, too much on edge to close his eyes even for a moment. Everyone else is already sleeping and the silence is only broken by Sarah's sudden voice. "We'll find them soon. She'll be okay."
Rafe looks at her for a moment before looking back straight ahead again. "I never wanted her to be involved in this in the first place."
"Do you think JJ did? You know how she doesn't like to do what she's told, she's a Maybank after all." She responds, throwing another piece of wood into the fireplace.
Another day of waiting and Rafe keeping his distance, not wanting the others to see how terrified he actually is as he keeps turning the ring on his finger, the moment of where proposed to you before all this stuff happened replaying in his head.
Over the time in your relationship he kept promising that he will take care of you, to protect you from any harm, and he failed. He failed you.
Looking to the side his body stiffens, lifting his head when he sees blurry figures in the distance. He stands up, thinking he now starts hallucinating from the heat, lifting his hands to block the sun.
As the figures draw closer his legs automatically drag him in their direction, sliding down the dune. He picks up his pace, the shapes turning more clear.
You are so exhausted, your legs hurting together with your dry throat. JJ has an arm draped over your shoulders, keeping up his usual joking persona to light up your mood.
"I swear when we get that crown I'll buy a whole toy store empty just for you." He says with a smile and you giggle at that.
By the call of your name you stop in your tracks, tearing your gaze from the sand to see someone approach you both, instantly recognizing who the voice belongs to.
"Rafe..."
Letting your shoes fall from your shoulders you start running without hesitation, almost stumbling a few times as you can see Rafe more clearly and jump into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Rafe holds you tightly against him, fearing that if he lets go that you'll just disappear again. He buries his face in your shoulder, hearing you start to sob. "You're okay...I've got you."
"I-I thought you...I-" You stammer but he just shushes you softly.
"I'm here now. Daddy's here..." He assures you, his hold on you tightening ever so slightly. "I'll never let you go again..."
He gently sets you back down onto the sand, pulling back to cup your face in his large palms, scanning over your face to make sure you're really standing in front of him, tears pricking in his eyes.
Rafe leans down to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering there for a moment before pulling back again. "I thought I lost you..."
"I-I was drowning but Jay saved me..." You explain while sniffling, turning your head to look at JJ who has his hands shoved into his pockets.
"Are the others okay?" JJ asks and Rafe nods.
"They're up there." He answers, pausing for a moment before asking. "You good?"
"As good as I can be." He replies, walking past you both and patting his shoulder.
You both follow behind him while Rafe has an arm around your waist to keep you close and you lean your head against him, your arms still wrapped around him as you continue walking.
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crazyvik97rpg · 1 day ago
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Alan didn't let William get out of this hug for a while - he just held him tight and rubbed his back soothingly. If Sebastian was going through something so serious, than it was more than telling when William looked like he looked today. Exhausted, big dark circles under his eyes, Alan just knew he worried so much, he couldn't imagine what these two were going through. On top of that, Sebastian was still so young. Getting such diagnosis at such point in time - it must be soul crushing.
Visiting him though seemed like an excellent idea, William agreed and so did the others. Sebastian seemed fine enough already for that. Eric smiled: "Great, then we could visit him all together. What about tomorrow, right after school? In which hospital does he stay, how far is it? We could get him some flowers and sweets, some chocolate, to cheer him up".
"Ohh yes, that sounds great. I can buy the flowers", Ronald volunteered with a grin, "I have experience in buying flowers, I've been getting Sonia a lot of them lately. I bet if I tell Seb that, he will feel better right away", he snickered - Sebastian would be always so grumpy whenever Ronald did something stupid regarding Sonia after all.
"That's great, then we can get the sweets. Will, you know best what he likes", Alan smiled, "But we'll manage. So then tomorrow after school? We can take our car, there's enough room for us", he patted William's back and only now pulled away from the hug, so he could look at him.
If Sebastian only knew what great friends he had - not only worried for him but caring for William too. He needed the support, more than anyone - he kept neglecting his needs for Sebastian, to be strong for him, but that could only work for so long either.
Around noon, Sebastian was alone in his room again - his neighbour was now in surgery and he got to chat with him only a little bit before. He was friendly, a former military guy but now retired. An interesting fellow to chat with for sure.
His body kept him busy either way - the pain was a handful today and the nurses didn't want to give him too high of a dose of pain meds all the time. Soreness was a part of recovery he supposed but he could barely move and he also couldn't sleep like that. So he was just in a constant state of exhaustion, feeling like a bus ran him over. He was counting seconds at this point - visiting hours just started and he couldn't wait for his boyfriend to come already.
Before that, though, someone else showed up.
"Sebastian...oh dear, I finally found your room, this place is a whole big maze, gosh..."
It was the most pleasant surprise. Sebastian's eyes lit up, he recognized her by the voice alone and his lips curved up into a smile. "Grandma-...grandma, you're here?"
"How could I not visit my favourite grandson", she grinned and she came to a halt right next to his bed as she gently took his hand, squeezed it. "When you're not able to visit me, I have to visit you", she smiled, big round glasses on her nose - Grandma Lillian, Sebastian's mother's mother. That was a big surprise, to say the least - they didn't see each other for well over a year, maybe called each other a handful of times. Usually they celebrated Christmas together with the whole family. But that didn't happen last Christmas - and now it was already mid of September.
"How are you? Are you better already, I thought you had such problems with your lungs?", Sebastian asked right away, his eyes big as he looked at her in awe - she merely chuckled at that question. She didn't look the youngest on her own anymore, her grey hair put up in a simple updo - she had a cane with her too, just in case.
"I should be asking you, my darling. Your mother told me just the other day, well-...she told me all about your illness. And that you had surgery. I didn't think I would get to see you in such hospital bed before me", she sighed, the look on her face sad and worried - it pained Sebastian, to say the least. "I thought about calling you but I needed to see you in person. It's been such a long time. How are you?"
For I have sinned...
The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 
William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 
“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 
William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.
“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”
“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…
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Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?
So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.
After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.
The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 
He was in for a bit surprise.
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moutainrusing · 1 day ago
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marylily in canon!
Mary is only mentioned twice in canon (which offends me, Mary deserves so much more, the whole series needs more women rep) but it’s okay, fanfics fix that, and what’s even better are the details about the times Mary was mentioned...
In The Prince’s Tale, in book 7, in Snape’s memories, Lily tells him, “I detest Avery and Mulciber! Mulciber! What do you see in him, Sev? He’s creepy! D’you know what he tried to do to Mary Macdonald the other day?”
Snape: “That was nothing. It was a laugh, that’s all—”
Lily interrupts, “It was Dark Magic, and if you think that’s funny—” (She never finishes what she thinks because Snape brings up what Potter and his mates get up to.)
Later on, when Snape’s waiting at the entrance to Gryffindor in order to apologise, Lily says, “I only came out because Mary told me you were threatening to sleep here.”
What we can conclude from this is: Mary was a Gryffindor, a Muggle-born, Lily’s friend, and a practitioner of Dark Magic attempted to assault her. However, if Mary was only Lily’s friend, then why would Lily call her “Mary Macdonald” when discussing what happened to her with Snape? (I know this is probably the author telling the reader Mary’s full name, but still, in the context of the book, it wasn’t necessary for Lily to say Mary’s full name, nor was it necessary for the reader to know Mary’s full name.)
In the HP universe, characters call strangers or enemies by their surnames, and friends by their first names or nicknames, even in conversations with other people. The fact that Lily places weight on Mary’s full name signifies that Mary is important to her, that everything about Mary is worth noting, that Mary Macdonald is her full identity and should be respected. No one can take it away, especially not Mulciber after his attempted assault. In other books I’ve read, when characters place emphasis and importance on another character’s full name, they feel strong respect for them, they believe their name is a beautiful sound, or they’re in love with them. Lily takes the time to say Mary’s full name even in an argument with Snape, which reflects what she would do for Mary. (Which is a lot.) As a reader, one could read their relationship as a strong, healthy, respectful platonic bond. (Or, you know, lovers. But I agree, platonic relationships are superior.)
Next, Lily “came out because Mary” (lmao gay) anyway, the point is: Snape was obviously a sore topic for Lily, and in order for Lily to calmly see him without storming away, Mary would need to know her very well. She’d need to have Lily’s complete trust, they’d need to know each other inside out. Without upsetting Lily, Mary was able to get her to see Snape, which suggests Mary is smart, subtly manipulative, trustworthy, kind, loyal, and Lily’s best friend. Lastly, Mary was never on the list of people in the Order during any of the wars, which means she never joined or fought.
In conclusion, marylily is real, this is all the canon information we know about Mary, and Mary Macdonald is amazing, she’s a legend, I love her, you should love her. Thank you for reading :)
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hextechmaturgy · 1 day ago
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lucanis' romance is disappointing because like many other aspects of this game you can practically smell all the wasted potential
spoilers below!
we know from the stories that came before veilguard that cousins lucanis and illario grow up knowing caterina has a favorite grandson she intends to make first talon one day. it's implied and sometimes outwardly said that lucanis is indeed a better assassin than illario, and being a better assassin in a FAMILY OF ASSASSINS is a big deal. at the same time, we find out that illario is the more personable between the two. lucanis says he can charm just about anyone and zara calls him 'amatus' right before illario fucking kills her, so we know that's true. we find out through banter that lucanis had a crush on viago and failed miserably to show him because his only idea was to get him a knife, and, should you have an active romance with him, he will also admit to your companions that you are his first relationship
lucanis spends his entire romance backing away from you. he barely reacts to your flirting, he ducks away from a first kiss to 'clear his head', he won't shut up about coffee, and the moment you commit to him is just a quick scene where he SAYS he made you dessert, meanwhile, pretty much every other character is kissing you and declaring how much they care for you, emmerich's first kiss happens relatively early into the second act and it's such a sweet scene.
all this tells me is the writers were going for 'fail boy's first romance', packed with the slow burn of someone who has no idea how to show you how much he cares for you. it's sweet! i romance alistair every time for pretty much the same reasons. there's something very disarming about a strong, capable man who turns to mush around you because you're just that precious to him, because he's afraid you'll cringe and run away at his inexperience/awkwardness/eagerness.
but while i think that idea was perfectly executed with alistair, i think what we got for lucanis is extremely weak, to a point where i started wondering if my game was bugged and i had missed a romance flag somehow, or soft locked myself into someone else's romance. that's when it becomes a problem for me. when i flirt with him and he DOESN'T REPLY, it's not even him looking awkward, it's him not looking interested. he certainly sounds cute and awkward around neve, why does he show her that side and not rook? it felt like they were meant to be together, especially with the whole 'pick between treviso and minrathous' storyline, but i checked out neve's romance and that one is really good, one of my favorites in fact, SO WHAT GIVES? it's not that lucanis is reserved as a character, it's more like the game wasn't programmed with his reserved nature in mind. so he shows you he's committed by making you desert... couldn't we have had a scene where we watch him baking, instead of hearing him say he did it? we run into him preparing a surprise and he's out of sorts, or he asks us to go on another grocery run and you piece together what he's planning from peeping the ingredients. SHOW DON'T TELL IS THE MOST BASIC OF WRITING ADVICE, SO PLEASE ???? they did it with kaiden in ME3, he cooks for you and burns the garlic because you're just so distracting. there were multiple opportunities for cute and unsure, neve's romance is surprisingly tender and this one could've been too.
as it is right now, lucanis' romantic interactions feel like game bugs, his pet demon seems to be far more entertaining than him/is generally mega underutilized (can you imagine a scene of spite getting done with lucanis' bullshit and sleep walking some more to tell you he's smitten), and if you are planning to have lucanis as your romance, you should go into it knowing that after your first good, dare i say EXCELLENT first romantic chat at that coffee shop ("like a kiss goodbye" charmed me there and then) you'll be waiting until literally the end of the game for any sort of pay off. there's a good romance to explore here, the complete opposite of zevran as far as crow romances go, but sadly these fun dynamics will only get decently explored in fanfiction i fear
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the-siren-queens-lover · 2 hours ago
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Honestly what do yall want from Thea?
To have been doting and worried about Kevin as opposed to her sports obsessed (didn't know the whole story) reaction to her situationship that was put on hold until they were BOTH out of the Nest and free to pursue each other on their own terms?
(OOC, cause yeah, she's worried and hurt but she survived the Nest, she thrived when she went pro when most of the others burn out. Convinced that Andrew reminded Kev of Thea because of their spines.)
To be doting and worried about Jean? (She is worried, she's just using Raven language) To not make any raw remarks, "back to your old tricks" etc
This kind of talk can be cruel yeah, cause WE know but to Thea and the rest of the Raven mind set, this is how they check on each other. How they gauge how bad shit is (even when they don't always know the story) they put bandaids on infected wounds, enough to hold it together and to keep it away from Tetsuji (and to stop the others prodding at it).
And then they win. Over and Over.
Is it healthy? Fuck no but we knew that. We get prime time view when Neil goes to Evermore for Christmas break.
But Thea. Thea made it her five years, she made her promises to Kevin, taught Jean all she could (which showed the rest of the defense line that he deserved his spot, or could have) SHE MADE THE US COURT WAIT FOR HER. And she went Pro. And yeah, she'll wear her Raven necklace. Cause she EARNED that 14 through so much sacrifice but she'll also wear bright coloured clothes and pastel eyeshadow. She'll appreciate all the good that the Ravens did for her career but she she'll still move forward in her life.
(Don't you think Kevin? Don't you think that Jean NEED THAT? To see a Raven find balance like that. When they've been stuck in the dark in black and red for so long that they've forgotten there's a life beyond it?)
Yeah she's not gonna smother them in blankets or mince her words lest she hurt their feelings. But that's not her job. That's Abby's job for Kevin. That's the Trojans job for Jean.
She's a ruthless tank that fought for her place and her peace and she's an example of the future that Jean and Kevin can have. (That's why she's older)
Who tf else is Kevin 'it's no major loss' when Seth dies' Day, gonna be with? Be so fr.
Kevin Day, son of 'did you think you were my only lover,' Kayleigh Day?
(She did not groom Kevin ONG or sleep with him when he was 16. But if yall are so determined to hate her that you'll ignore what Nora (the AUTHOR) said then no one can help you.)
If feel like some of yall heard Neil say, "righteousness is for people who don't know any better" and learned nothing.
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alipeeps · 2 days ago
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Episode 23
Oh shit what he placed his inner core in someone - in Zhuo Yichen - just before he "died"? Zhuo Yichen has been possessed by Li Lun since then?!!!
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No shit sherlock!
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Ahhhh this is so fucking ominous!!
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Is Zhu Yan even conscious of what's going on around him? Or is he locked in his own mind, fighting to keep control?
Seems like the latter.
This all sounds like Zhuo Yichen's thoughts/feelings though, not Li Lun's? So is he not directly controlling Zhuo Yichen unless he needs to - e.g. to stop his capturing Ao Yin? Other than that he lets him do whatever, as long as it doesn't interfere with his plans. And Zhuo Yichen has come of his own volition to kill Zhu Yan, because he feels there's no other option and he needs to protect the Demon Hunting Bureau...
Honestly, that's kinda worse. If Li Lun directly controlled Zhuo Yichen to kill Zhu Yan, Zhuo Yichen would feel awful about it afterwards. But if he genuinely were to do it of his own volition, albeit because he was manipulated into it, then that would feel much much worse...
Oooh what's going on?
Ayyyy it's the manifestation of Zhu Yan's demon core...
Ooooh that's the freaky bits from the trailer!!
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Shiiiit so the bit with the fingers coming up from behind to close over Zhuo Yichen's face, is a depiction of Li Lun taking over control of him!!
Smart girl.
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So really it's not so much repairing the baize token as making a new one..
Oh shit Ao Yin!!
God I do love the fight scenes in this show. We've not had a proper one for a while, and Pei Sijing never fails to be badass in them...
Umm.. silly question perhaps, but why didn't one of you dumb fuckers jump up and grab the token a) the second Ao Yin appeared or b) while she was twirling around fighting with Sijing and Ying Lei?
Where did Ao Lin conjure up a copy of Sijing's bow though?
Bloody good job it was that way around otherwise you'd be dead
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Yeeeah go Ying Lei!!
This is all very dramatic and all but like... maybe fucking shoot her again instead of just watching her and Xiao Bai face off?
Oh what, no? He's not controlled is he?!!
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Wait, Li Lun is controlling Bai Jiu?!
But... he can't be controlling Bai Jiu AND Zhuo Yichen, surely? And it showed us Li Lun taking over Zhuo Yichen just before? So which of them is his core in?!
I'M SO CONFUSED!!!
Oh shiiiitttt he put his core in Bai Jiu when he attacked him in the illusion...
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Fuuuuck he was taking over while he was sleeping...
Oh FUCK so he is asleep right now?! Ao Yin knocked him out deliberately so Li Lun could take control...
And Bai Jiu DID give the needle to Zhuo Yichen to use on Zhu Yan... which then raises the question of what the fuck does that needle actually do? Does it force him to expel his core?
Oh SHIT it will allow him to control Zhu Yan?!!
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Please wake up Bai Jiu. Pleeeeeeeeeease...
Ooooh clever girl!!!!
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OKAY now we got the goddamn goddess back on the team!!!
Yeah that seems like a really BAD idea? Like... deal with the threat in front of you first?
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It's 2 on 2 and one of them you don't want to injure. That's not going to go well.
Ayyyy I stand corrected! 3 vs 2! Go baby bro!!
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This whole fight just shows how fucking powerful Zhu Yan is. Like... he's not even fucking trying. Zhuo Yichen is leaping around the place, forwning in concentration, launching vigorous attacks... and Zhu Yan barely moves. Just smoothly sidesteps. Doesn't flinch or blink, is just cold and controlled.
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Is he... firing frozen bits of his own blood at Zhu Yan? How is that going to help?
Uh.. Wen Xiao... I love you and all and I know you are worried about Zhuo Yichen but can i please suggest you deal with the bigger threat first and contain Zhu Yan before you run to check on Xiao Zhuo?
Oh damn, Ao Yin took the bow? I didn't even notice at the time...
Oh shit are they gonna kiss?!!
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Oh dang, nearly... was that the contract to treat her as a colleague kicking in?
Oh noooeeees.... he thinks he's still imagining her!! My HEART!!
lol
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Because she's lived 300 fucking years alone to save you buddy...
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Wait wtf he BROKE the fucking cloud light sword?!!
Is this where the previous mention that there were 2 cloud light OJ swords made comes into play? Is that their next quest? To find the other sword?
Oooh and did it break because of what happened earlier with Zhu Yan? It seemed to be making crackling/cracking sounds when they were facing off with the sword stuck in Zhu Yan?
Yup - I went back and checked. The sword started cracking when it was stuck in Zhu Yan!
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But whyyyy though? It's hardly the first time he's been stabbed with it and this didn't happen... Oh shit though... is this the first time he's been stabbed with the cloud light sword since the baize token was removed from him?!!
What do you mean risk your life? You're a soul trapped in a puppet and able to manifest. I didn't think you could die in a physical fight?
Aaand we're reduced to fisticuffs now between Li Lun and Zhuo Yichen.
The thing is.. Li Lun has used Truth Eye on Zhuo Yichen so he can see him as Li Lun... but he is still possessing and controlling the body of a 13 year old boy who hasn't trained in martial arts. Surely he would simply not have the strength to be packing the kind of blows Li Lun is giving? Orrrrr to throttle Zhuo Yichen like that?
Wheeeeerrrrre the fuck is Zhu Yan? Come on my boy, I am waiting on you to dive in and save the day!!
Come onnnnn Xiao Bai, break free!!
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I think you might underestimate the boy Li Lun...
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Oh god damn this is just painful...
OH SHIT!!
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You fucking bastard Li Lun...
Oh shit what he planned this from the start? He knew the ever-burning wood would kill him once the seal was broken - Wen Zongyu had planned from the fucking start to use Xiao Bai's body to host Li Lun!!
You tell him Zhu Yan!
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If it's true that you saved the memory of what happened in the dungeon in the sundial you can prove it to him.
Oh man that was EXHAUSTING!! And the ep ends with Bai Jiu still controlled by Li Lun!! Do we get new episodes tomorrow? Pleeeeeease don't tell me I have to wait a whole extra day?!!!
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flowerchild28 · 2 days ago
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Taking care of you
Louis Tomlinson imagine
Warnings: fluff, making -out
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It started with a slight scratchiness in Y/N’s throat, something she brushed off as seasonal allergies or maybe a reaction to the brisk autumn air. She’d been bustling around all morning, cleaning, organizing, and keeping busy as she usually did. But by the afternoon, a small headache began to press against her temples, and her throat had worsened to the point where even swallowing her tea felt like sandpaper. Still, she tried to ignore it, hoping a good night’s sleep would chase it away.
Louis, however, was quicker to pick up on her fading energy.
“You alright, love?” he asked, watching her from the couch, his gaze narrowing as she stifled yet another sneeze.
“Yeah, totally fine,” she replied, waving her hand dismissively as she sniffled. “It’s just a bit chilly, that’s all.”
But Louis wasn’t convinced. The way her eyes were drooping, and her normally lively voice sounded raspy and thick, didn’t escape him. He got up, making his way to her, and placed the back of his hand on her forehead. She attempted to pull away, but he held firm.
“Y/N, you’re burning up!” he said, concern lacing his tone. “Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”
“It’s really not a big deal,” she replied, her voice weakening as she said it. “Probably just a little cold. It’ll pass.”
“Just a little cold?” he echoed, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve seen this before. You always say you’re fine until you’re practically bedridden. Not happening this time.”
She gave him a weak smile but couldn’t fight him as he steered her gently toward the bedroom. “In bed, now. No arguments,” he said firmly, guiding her with gentle hands.
“Alright, alright,” she murmured, barely resisting as she climbed under the covers, pulling the duvet up to her chin. She was too tired to argue, really.
Louis disappeared into the bathroom, coming back with a glass of water, a fresh box of tissues, and a soft, cool cloth. He pressed the cloth against her forehead, his thumb brushing her cheek as he gently swept away a strand of hair.
“Here’s what we’re doing,” he said as he sat beside her, his tone gentle but commanding. “You’re going to drink this water. I’ll make you some tea with honey for that sore throat, and then we’ll see how you’re feeling.”
“Lou…” she started, but a coughing fit interrupted her, making her whole body shake.
He gave her a sympathetic look, squeezing her hand. “That’s what I thought. You don’t have to be tough with me. Just rest. I’ll take care of everything.”
She managed a soft nod, and he left to make her tea, returning minutes later with a steaming mug and a worried look in his eyes. She sipped the tea slowly, feeling the honey coat her sore throat. Louis never once left her side, making sure she drank all the tea and had enough pillows to keep her propped up.
“You need to rest, darling,” he murmured, brushing a soft kiss to her temple. “Close your eyes.”
She drifted off, and Louis watched over her until she was sleeping deeply. The next morning, though, she was even worse. Her fever had climbed, her cough was harsher, and she could barely lift her head from the pillow.
Louis gently placed a hand on her forehead, his worry deepening. “Alright, love, I’m taking you to the doctor. No arguments.”
Though she protested weakly, she didn’t have the energy to truly fight him, and he bundled her up in her thickest sweater, wrapped a scarf around her neck, and helped her to his car. Louis drove carefully, glancing over every few minutes to make sure she was comfortable. She dozed in and out of sleep, her head lolling gently against the seat as he reached over to tuck the scarf more snugly around her.
At the doctor’s office, he stayed with her every step of the way, holding her hand as they waited, his thumb rubbing comforting circles on her skin. The doctor confirmed that it was a bad cold, maybe bordering on the flu, and gave her a list of medications to help ease the symptoms.
Once they were back home, Louis didn’t let her lift a finger. He practically carried her to bed, tucking her in and propping her up with all the pillows he could find.
“Alright.” he said, grinning as he stood at the foot of the bed, “today, we’re having the ultimate movie marathon. You can pick whatever you want—rom-coms, action, musicals, you name it. You’re not lifting a finger.”
“Lou,” she rasped, giving him a small smile. “You really don’t have to… I’ll be fine…”
“Shh,” he interrupted, placing a finger over her lips. “You know you love this. I’m not going anywhere. Plus,” he said, flashing her a playful grin, “I’m kind of amazing at picking movies. You can’t resist.”
She rolled her eyes, but he saw the gratitude in her expression as she settled back into the pillows, her hand reaching for his.
They started with one of her favorite series criminal minds, and as the opening credits rolled, Louis climbed into bed beside her, keeping a safe distance but staying close enough that she could lean against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around her, letting her rest her head on his chest as the episodes played. Every so often, he’d pass her tissues, rub her shoulder when she coughed, or help her sip some tea.
The hours slipped by as they moved from one episode to the next, occasionally pausing to let her nap or take her medication. Louis stayed beside her through it all, making sure she was comfortable, rubbing her back when she felt achy, and keeping her laughing at his dramatic commentary. When she started feeling chilly, he brought out an extra blanket, wrapping it around her shoulders and tucking it in securely.
As the sixth episode of the day came to a close, Y/N’s eyes began to droop again. She tried to fight it, wanting to stay up with him, but the exhaustion was overwhelming. Louis noticed, gently brushing her hair back from her face.
“Sleep, love,” he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll be right here.”
She gave him a sleepy smile, murmuring a quiet “thank you” as she drifted off.
By the next day, her fever had gone down a bit, though she was still weak and hoarse. Louis was already up before her, moving around the kitchen with a quiet efficiency as he prepared her breakfast. He brought it to her on a tray, complete with toast, soup, and fresh orange juice.
“Look at you, getting the royal treatment,” he teased as he set the tray in front of her. “Feeling any better?”
She nodded, taking a careful sip of the soup. “A little. Thanks to you, honestly.”
He gave her a proud smile. “Well, you’ve taken care of me enough times. It’s my turn.”
They continued the criminal minds marathon that day, both of them cuddled under the covers. Louis didn’t seem to mind being cooped up indoors, laughing along with her at every joke.
That night, as they wrapped up the season and the house fell quiet, Y/N turned to him, her eyes soft and grateful.
“Lou, really… thank you,” she said quietly, reaching over to squeeze his hand. “I don’t know what I’d have done without you these past few days.”
He smiled, leaning in to brush a tender kiss on her forehead. “You’d have been just fine. But I’m glad I could be here.”
They stayed like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other’s warmth and the gentle quiet of the room. Though she was still weak and tired, Y/N felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and love in his presence.
“Next time, though,” she whispered, a small smile on her lips, “you’re not getting off so easy when you’re the one sick.”
He chuckled, his arms wrapping around her protectively. “I’d expect nothing less.”
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popjunkie42 · 17 hours ago
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Hungry Thirsty Roots - Chapter 2
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Chapter Two:
“We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?”
Christina Rosetti Goblin Market
Feyre faces the consequences of her poorly-worded wish as she returns to a mate enchanted to give her all of her desires.
Tags: just so much smut, mild magical dubcon, UTM stuff, light bondage
Thank you to my loves @climbthemountain2020 and @witch-and-her-witcher for the beta read!
I don't know, I just wrote you so many words of smut. I also don't want to let go of October. Don't look too closely at the plot or anything here. Please enjoy!
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Feyre’s bare feet knocked uselessly against the wall, her hands pinned above her, firm pressure on her neck robbing her lungs of air.
In the darkness, all she could see was the flash of violet eyes, the bright glint of teeth.
Just as quickly as it came, the magic grip released around her neck and she coughed, still dangled off the wall, the tang of magic in the air.
“Rhys - what -”
“I believe I asked you a question, human.”
The High Lord hovered in the sharp silver light of the moon. His eyes - his eyes were swallowed up with deep swirling violet, not stars but whole galaxies rippling in them, undulating like waves on the sea. Not a black pupil in sight.
Feyre froze.
She could still feel the path the peach pit took down her throat, thick and rugged.
I wish for one night with my mate where things are back as they were, in the beginning between us.
Breaths came out of her in heavy pants. In the beginning between us. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Before she could sift through the enchantment at work on her mate, the cool tickle of smoky midnight tendrils caressed her bruised throat again. A reminder, laced with threat.
Sometimes she forgot what he had been like Under the Mountain. Something sickly churned in her stomach and she wondered if the enchantment would end if she threw the whole pit up.
“It isn’t wise to keep a High Lord waiting, darling. Or do you simply have no good explanation, and are attempting to save a shred of your dignity?”
Feyre blinked, the oxygen finally flooding back into her brain.
She had forgotten this too - how he could be such an insufferable ass.
Dressed as casually as he was, with a fine embroidered dressing robe over his bare chest and soft sleep pants, one might think he would be slightly less menacing. But even as his bare feet sunk into the carpet of their bedroom, Feyre couldn’t help the chills that erupted over her flesh. He cocked his head, all observant predator, and desire started to grow unbidden, a heat deep in her gut.
Surprising, and annoying, that he could always affect her so. Even this vulnerable to him - her body exposed for the taking.
Or perhaps because of it?
He clicked his tongue, disappointed. “So, I’ve caught the stubborn, vicious human girl sticking her pretty nose somewhere it doesn’t belong. The guards once told you I’d pull your skin from your body, strip by strip. A little messy for me, truth be told. Tell me Feyre, how would you like to be punished for invading a High Lord’s room without an invitation?”
The chill of fear turned into the crackling fire of anger - sparks that started to catch in her chest.
The joints of her shoulders burned, blood rushed from her fingertips, but she readjusted to straighten her body, lifted her chin.
First she was going to deal with her mate, and then she was going to hunt Mother Enfys down and repay her hospitality in kind.
His mind was trapped in an earlier time - her mate and his mask Under the Mountain. But it was fine. She knew him there, as well.
“I’m not afraid of you, Rhysand.”
He stopped his pacing, facing her fully. Dark features highlighted in the moonlight, haughty and beautiful.
“Stubborn, vicious…and foolish too.”
Feyre bared her teeth. Leave it to her mate to make her want to slap him and eat him whole.
And he stood so far away she couldn’t even feel the heat of his body, could barely catch his scent.
Unacceptable.
“Is part of my punishment being tied up and forced to listen to you talk to yourself?” Feyre asked.
The High Lord quirked an impatient eyebrow, flicked a piece of lint off of his shoulder.
She wanted him so much, annoyed as she was, it made her feel light headed again. The lack of his touch - his careful distance - was primed to drive her mad. Combined with the insistent thrum of the mating bond in her chest, to protect, protect - any distance from him was somewhat unbearable. And any panic and fear were eaten up into something else, stoked inside her belly - a thrill, a need, to break through his walls.
What do you dream of? Mother Enfys had asked.
“You haven’t answered my question yet, of what you’re doing here. And dressed so deliciously.”
A little scoff escaped her mouth. He might be enchanted, but he was still her mate.
Her eyes roamed over his form as he regarded her, haughty and bored. Besides the enchantment in his eyes, he seemed…fine. Body whole and unharmed, at least. Personality matched to his dark mask.
But would he remember this in the morning? Would he be angry with her? If the roles were reversed, would he have locked her in a closet, kept safe and alone until morning broke the enchantment cast over them both?
Guilt welled up under her racing mind, under her desire. This was her fault, her foolish bargain.
Feyre took a breath, trying to calm her thoughts.
Whatever might happen, he was hers and she was his. He could trust her, always. She wouldn’t let any harm befall him.
And maybe, just maybe, he could be convinced to let something like this go, in light of his past transgressions.
He stared at her, still waiting for an answer, his annoyed menace filling the room like smoke.
“What if I’m here for you?” Feyre spoke aloud into the cold.
Rhysand smiled, incisors flashed. “Now you want me to believe you enjoy my company? Tell the truth now. I can read your mind, you know.”
She licked her lips, plotting, weighing what she knew of her mate - “You’ll laugh.”
“The alternative is you’re punished for lying.”
“Oh.”
Feyre wondered if he had noticed her scent changing, the way she watched his powerful thighs as he paced. The way her mouth was parted, tasting the air for his scent.
Speak your desire, and it will be fulfilled.
She breathed deeply, wet her lips. Spoke, voice a quiet whisper:
“How would you punish me?”
Rhysand went still.
The air between them charged, like crackling lightning. She shivered, muscles taut.
Ribbons of darkness slowly unfurled against her skin as she was released, and she dropped her arms with a sigh, blood rushing back to her fingertips.
Frowning, the High Lord strode towards her. A voice in her whispered: finally.
He towered over her, standing above her like a looming shadow.
Feyre let herself feel the thrill of fear again. If this was her role, then she would play it, and well - the human plaything of the dark High Lord.
“What are you scheming, Feyre?” he asked, his voice low between them. “You know how dangerous it is when you get silly ideas in your head.”
Prick prick prick. “I think they’ve gotten me this far.”
He snorted, very un-High Lord-like. “Not without ample amounts of my assistance, if you’ll recall.”
Oh, he was infuriating, and oh, how she loved him. Warmth spread in her chest as she remembered his assistance. The knife’s edge they walked underground. The way he loved her, even now…how even now he was protecting her. Even from himself.
Feyre didn’t know how much he remembered, perceived about their changed circumstances under the enchantment. Perhaps she was glamoured in his eyes - rounded ears, shorter limbs, that hungry, fierce human look. But she would play her part - and she thought she could lead him to what they both wanted.
“Why did you come to my room, Feyre?”
She was silent a moment, and she pressed her wrists together in front of her, as if she longed to be bound again. “I got lost looking for the kitchens,” she lied.
He stepped closer, his breath brushing her hair. “Stop playing games. You’re terrible at them.”
In her mind, Feyre carved out a small room, right at the surface, for him. Filled it with her feelings, her desires, her needs. Shielding over all the memories, her amusement, her plots barreling towards seduction.
“I’m not playing games.” Wasn’t she? What might one call a drunken bargain in a magic market, a fumbling and inelegant wish spoken into the air? If not a game then a foolish mistake - but one she had to see through to the end now.
She had to be bold - be brave. “I wanted -” the faltering of her voice was not an act. “Just one night. Just for one night, I want you to help me feel something different. Something…” she stuttered, grown shy again, missing the words to what she wanted. Rhys’s jaw was clenched tight in front of her. She tried to capture her feelings, send them down the bond.
Something to banish away the memories of Under the Mountain, of her bleeding to death in a bed. But also something controlled, something that might be frightening but where her life wouldn’t be at risk…flesh she would trust under his hands.
Rhysand’s eyes flickered back and forth across her face, unsettling under the enchantment. “You believe you can trust me enough for that?”
“Can I?”
His eyes shuttered. Then closed.
“You’re a fool to trust anyone down here, any of us at all,” he said, his voice quiet, opening his eyes again to see her face.
“No, I’m not. Not with you.”
He was so close to her now, his scent in her nose. The darkness poured from him like water.
Feyre leaned up on her toes to kiss him, but he twisted his face away from her. Still uncertain.
“Please,” she whispered against his cheek. That hammering need inside of her roared to life, overcome with wanting him - his skin, his heat, his body - as much as air, as water.
He growled, and for a moment she was afraid he was angry. He swooped down so his teeth were next to her neck, her pulse thrumming in her veins.
His breath was warm and wet on her skin, and she shivered.
“I like it when you beg.”
Feyre couldn’t help her grin.
“I know.”
Halting, testing, Rhys placed a gentle kiss on her hammering pulse, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin, and she whimpered.
She could feel his smile against the skin of her neck, the pleased hum from his chest.
“Now darling, how do you think a High Lord should punish you for lying?”
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I'm Your Man - Robert 'Rosie' Rosenthal x OFC - Chapter 19
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Masterlist | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18
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A/N: I'm sooo sorry this chapter took so long!! things have been super busy lately and my motivation to write was so low it was literally in hell. But! we got there eventually - please enjoy!! <3
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December 1945
Morning sunlight flooded the room, the hustle and bustle of New York sounding through open windows as Frankie pried open a new paint can with a grunt, leaving a smudge of blue in her wake as she raised a paint-stained hand to wipe across her forehead. With each brush stroke, the room grew more alive with colour as everything steadily seemed to come together.
She'd been up since before dawn. Sleep didn't come easily these days.
Hair pulled messily out of her face, Frankie dressed in a pair of Rosie's old pyjamas, the shirt only half-buttoned, left open where it became too small to reach across her swelling stomach. A bassinet remained unassembled in the hall, waiting for its spot to be ready, and the smell of coffee wafted up from downstairs, a surefire sign that Rosie had awoken too, undoubtedly readying for work.
Within a few minutes, he came to her, hovering in the doorway in his suit - the one that was tailored the best, the one that made her melt a little no matter how many times he wore it. "Morning," She called with a smile, adjusting a piece of masking tape along the window frame. The sun caught her at just the right angle, illuminating her silhouette as she straightened.
"You're beautiful," Rosie beamed, crossing the room towards her. Lifting a hand to cup her cheek, he brought his lips to hers, delivering a gentle kiss.
"Ah-ah," Frankie chided, ducking backwards as she lifted her hands in surrender. "Paint hands." He chuckled as she scampered from the room, scurrying to the bathroom to wash away the streaks of wet paint that stained her hands to preserve that excellent suit of his.
He was waiting when she returned, a pleased smile creasing his cheek as she returned the first kiss, one of his palms pressed against her stomach. As she finally pulled away, he raised a hand, stifling a chuckle as the pad of his thumb rubbed at the paint staining her face.
"Don't work yourself too hard, honey," He urged, entirely unable to meet her eye without a smile creeping across his expression.
"Oh, you know me," She teased, straightening his tie.
Scoffing, Rosie shook his head slightly. "That's the problem."
Frankie shrugged. "Eh. Bucky's coming over in a bit, might sit down for a whole ten minutes. I'll drop by the garage for a bit just to check in."
"Have him drive you," He nodded, turning to head for the door.
"I can drive!" She protested. Rosie let out a bark of laughter, swinging back on his heel.
"No, you cannot - for the safety of New York, I beg."
Frankie guffawed, batting a hand in his direction. "Get outta here!"
"Yes ma'am," Rosie grinned, tipping an imaginary cap before disappearing down the hall.
Once again alone in the nursery, she smiled to herself, chuckling as her fingers drummed against her stomach. "Your dad thinks I'm a terrible driver," She whispered as if confiding a secret to the child within her. "Although, your uncle Bucky says it too, so they might be onto something. Either way, it looks like I won't be doing the school run."
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A little over an hour later, the doorbell sounded, startling Frankie enough to make her jump, a splatter of paint falling from her brush and staining her sock as she cursed beneath her breath. Waddling slightly as she made her way downstairs, she seized a sweater from the back of a nearby chair, tugging it up over her head to cover her stomach. As she wrenched the door open, gaze settling on the figure standing on the front step, she fought the urge to grin.
"I'm sorry, do we know each other?"
"Shut up," Bucky chuckled, stepping inside as he wrapped her in a hug. "You look huge."
"You smell bad," Frankie grimaced.
"Late night."
"Oh yeah?" She raised a brow, a smirk curling her lip as he shrugged nonchalantly, a faint splash of colour tinting his cheeks. "Anything to share with the class?" Bucky frowned, side-stepping his way inside like he owned the place
"Oh come on," Frankie groaned, shutting the front door with a slam. "I haven't been out for a drink in months, I need someone to live vicariously through."
"There... may have been a girl."
"Knew it," She grinned, scurrying into the front room to take a seat in one of the armchairs. "Sit, sit, sit!"
"Jesus, you need to get out more," Bucky muttered, perching on the edge of the couch. "That baby's making you weird."
"Not the point. Start talking."
Throwing his hands up in frustration, he let out a sigh. "I don't know! I got drunk and we danced - she was pretty, I think her name was... Jo? Josephine. But other than that I got nothin', so I'll probably never see her again."
Frankie let out a long, agonised groan as she pushed herself back up out of her seat, waddling towards the kitchen. "God, what's the point of living through you if all you do is make stupid decisions?"
"Where are you going?" Bucky called after her, craning his neck to watch as she disappeared into the kitchen. It was quiet for a while until she reappeared in the doorway, a plate of shortbread in her hand, already chewing a mouthful.
"You want some?"
He snorted back a laugh, smiling sceptically. "You made those?"
"They're the only thing I'm good at. Three ingredients." She mused, licking some sugar from her fingertip as she returned, putting the plate down on the coffee table. Lowering herself back into her chair, Frankie let out a groan, the feeling of weight being taken from her practically euphoric. "So. What's the plan for tracking down this Jo?"
Bucky threw his hands up in despair. "I dunno. It's impossible."
Her eyes narrowed slowly. "I don't think I've ever heard you say those words," Frankie teased. "Do it again. Slowly."
"Shut up," He frowned, stuffing a piece of shortbread into his mouth to avoid having to speak for at least a little while.
"I just never knew you to be a coward," She shrugged. "You're setting a bad example for the baby."
Bucky scoffed, a few crumbs blowing loose from his moustache. "The baby doesn't know what's going on."
Frankie felt a stretch within her as the baby kicked out with her tiny foot. "Oh, she begs to differ."
"Oh my God."
"Hm?"
"I just realised there's actually gonna be two of you. I dunno if I can cope with that."
"Oh, don't tell me Uncle Bucky's gonna shirk his duties."
"...Uncle Bucky?"
"Mhm."
He began to grin, chuckling to himself, unable to suppress his smile as he leant back into his seat. "Well... alright. I think I can work with that."
Frankie mirrored his smile, the room falling into quiet for a long moment before she snapped her fingers.
"Ok. You're giving me a lift to work."
"Oh, am I?"
"Yep. Rosie says I'm not allowed to drive."
"Oh, yeah, no, good call actually. I'll get my coat," Bucky nodded firmly, fumbling for his keys as he rose to his feet.
"Well, I was thinking I'd go put proper clothes on first," She pointed out. He turned, taking in her appearance, the sleeves of Rosie's sweater dangling past her fingertips, paint-stained socks peeking out beneath the hem of her pyjama bottoms.
"Seems fair."
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Bucky's car vanished around the corner as Frankie headed inside through the open garage door, groaning slightly as she craned backwards, stretching her back against the weight it carried. The place was alive with work, her staff bustling away as they tweaked and mended the cars in their custody, a raucous whirr filling the air and bringing her back to the countless hours spent in her father's shop as a girl.
"Mrs Rosenthal," One of the mechanics nodded to her as she waddled past, tipping an imaginary cap in her direction.
"Mornin', Ted," She paused, stepping up beside him as he peered beneath the hood of one of the cars. "How's it lookin'?"
"Think we got a problem with one of the carburettor valves - I'll take it out and have a look, but we'll probably have to order a part."
"Alright," Frankie hummed. "I'm sending out an order later anyway, if you can get it checked today I should be able to get it in fast."
"Thanks, Frank," Ted smiled, the pair exchanging nods as she headed towards the office, which sat tucked away in the far rear of the place, its windowed walls giving her a perfect view of everything that went on.
"Excuse me?" A voice echoed through the garage, barely audible over the roar of machinery, giving Frankie pause as her hand reached for the office door. A woman lingered in the entryway, clutching her purse as she glanced around hoping to be noticed. Her blonde hair was pulled back in neat curls, a pleasant smile curling red lips as she met Frankie's eye.
"Hi!" She grinned, meeting the woman in the middle of the room as they headed towards each other. "What can I do for ya?"
"I'm just here to pick up my car, I brought it in a few days ago."
"Alright, no worries," Frankie nodded, back-tracking towards the office to grab her clipboard "What's the name?"
"Josephine Pitz."
She paused, slowly looking up from her notes, her earlier conversation with Bucky replaying in her head.
"Mhm. Ok. If you could just take a seat, I'll go deal with the paperwork and you'll be good to go," Frankie urged, waddling at full speed back to her office as Josephine found a chair.
Alone in the privacy of her office, she grabbed the papers, fumbling for the phone on her desk as she forcibly dialled the familiar number. Holding the handset between her shoulder and her chin, she scribbled away, deigning not to get too precious about her terrible spelling as she waited for her friend to pick up.
"Hello?" Bucky's voice came down the line.
"I think I've found the answer to your Josephine problem."
She heard him scoff. "Aren't you supposed to be working?"
"Shut up, she's just come in. Josephine Pitz - blonde hair, green eyes... great legs."
"Oh shit."
"That's what I'm saying! Get down here right now - knock on the back door."
"Alright, yeah - On it."
The line beeped as he hung up, and she couldn't help but chuckle at the mental image of Bucky scrambling to get out of the house, scurrying to his car in a frenzied hurry. Frankie pushed herself closer to the desk, the table's edge digging into her stomach as she signed off on the last paper, only half paying attention as she focused on keeping Josephine firmly in her peripheral vision.
After ten minutes of clumsy stalling, the knock of a fist against the back door came as a welcome intrustion, and Bucky was scarcely able to offer greetings before he found Frankie's lunch thrust into his hands.
"Wh-?"
"Go round the front - pretend I forgot this, and Rosie's asked you to bring it."
He looked down at the crumpled paper bag, nodding firmly. "Good plan. Great plan. Ok."
"Right, go."
Flashing her a grin of excitement, Bucky disappeared around the side of the building, appearing mere seconds later at the front entrace, her lunch held aloft as if in victory. Josephine did a double take, eyes widening slightly in recognition, whilst he seemed to be pretending he hadn't noticed her yet. It struck Frankie as an odd decision.
"Here you are," Bucky declared, holding the bag out to her with a smile as he approached. "Can't keep forgetting this. Feedin' two n' all."
"Oh! Yes, thank you," Frankie nodded. Even when unable to see her own face, she could tell her attempt at appearing surprised was not going terribly well.
"... John?" Josephine's voice intruded. He turned to face her. If Frankie's effort at feigning shock had been unsuccessful, his was worse.
"Jo? Huh! Fancy seeing you here!"
Jo's jaw hung slightly slack, gaze darting between them as the gears turned in her head. Bucky and Frankie stood frozen, waiting for her to speak.
"... Oh my god, you're married?!"
Some kind of terrible squawk escaped Frankie's throat, an awkward middle ground between a choke and a guffaw. "Oh, Jesus, no! No, no - see the Rosenthal & Co. sign outside? I'm the Rosenthal. He's Egan, completely unrelated."
Jo's frown faded slightly, brows still pinched as the shock of what she thought she'd realised slowly wore off. Briefly glancing at Bucky, he offered her an awkward thumbs-up.
"So... Who's the 'Co.'?"
"Right here," Frankie patted her stomach, which barely fit beneath the buttons of her coveralls.
"... Huh."
"We're just friends," Bucky assured. "We worked together during the war."
"This whole thing was just a set-up attempt, cuz he was at my house earlier talking about you," Frankie shrugged.
Suddenly the others were both staring at her with expressions of equal alarm. She paused, clicking her tongue awkwardly.
"I am... gonna go get your car. Just... carry on without me."
"Please go away now," Bucky uttered.
"Yep."
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5th January 1946
Christmas lights still bathed the living room in a flickering array of red and green, the tree long since wilted and thrown away, although neither of them had quite found the time to take down any of the other decorations. There always seemed to be another job that needed doing more urgently, and as the days passed, Frankie found herself more and more open to Rosie's pleas that she simply sit down, rest, and let him take care of it all.
He was lounging in one of the armchairs, newspaper unfolded in his lap, a few dry patched of paint still staining his shirt from where he'd helped her to finish painting the nursery. Padding across the room, Frankie's eyes screwed shut as she let out a yawn, only opening them as she felt his hand gently tugging at her wrist. She hadn't even had to look at him to know what he wanted, hearing the rustle of the newspaper being cast aside as she lowered herself to perch in his lap, wrapping an arm around the back of his neck as his hand rubbed circles against her spine.
"God, I'm bored of waiting for this baby," Frankie sighed. He hummed, breath warming her skin as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, a bubble of laughter escaping her throat.
"Not much longer now," He said, voice muffled against her as he held her as close as he could, the red and green lights reflecting against the polished metal of her ring.
"... You think it's time for the decorations to come down?" Rosie asked, chin resting against her shoulder as he glanced around the room.
"No," She tutted. "I like the idea of it still being Christmas when she gets here."
"You're so sure it's a girl?"
"Oh, yeah. And I'm always right."
"Of course."
A soft finger against his jaw tilted Rosie's face to look up, his eyes softening without delay the moment they landed upon her. Her hair had been messily scraped back into a ponytail, loose strands sticking out at every angle. But her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes were bright, and to him, she'd never been more beautiful. Frankie pressed a quick kiss to his lips, their foreheads resting against one another as they both let their gazes travel to her bulging stomach.
"You're gonna be such a good dad," She hummed, barely more than a whisper. He lifted his head, pressing another, longer kiss to her temple.
"She's gonna love you," He muttered against her skin. Frankie shrugged, fiddling with the cuff of her sleeve. After a beat of silence, Rosie pulled away, looking her in the face. "You okay, honey?"
"I dunno, I just," She sighed. "I don't remember my mum. I don't really remember how they're supposed to... be."
Sucking in a long, deep breath, he wrapped his arms tighter around her, a frown creasing his brow.
"You're not supposed to be anything. You're already the kindest, funniest, smartest person I know. And you've got your dad - if you're anything like him at all, our kid's gonna be just great."
Rosie chuckled as she wrapped her arms around his head, squeezing it in a vice grip. She kissed his scalp firmly before resting her cheek against his hair. "I love you."
"I love you so much," He said, muffled against her sweater. But she could hear the smile in his voice.
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10th January 1946
Frankie's face was still drenched with sweat, hair clinging to her temples as she cradled the tiny infant in her arms, unable to wipe the grin from her cheeks even for a second. Even as exhaustion willed her eyes to close, she couldn't bring herself to look away. "Oh, there you are," She whispered as a gurgle escaped the girl's throat, her hand so small it could do nothing but wrap around her mother's pinky finger.
Rosie wiped away the sweat from Frankie's brow, hand ceaselessly gentle. "You feeling okay?" He asked quietly.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm good," She nodded. He looked down at the baby in her arms, eyes welling with immediate tears. A tired laugh escaped Frankie's throat. "Oh, honey. You wanna hold her?"
Beaming at the prospect, he reached out to softly pry the child from her mother's grip, his hands so big against her tiny frame that it seemed almost impossible that something so small could even exist. "Hi there Maggie," He sang, sniffing loudly as he tried to blink away the tears before they could roll down his cheeks. Frankie reached out a hand, wiping them away with the pad of her thumb.
A soft knock sounded at the door, cautious and restrained as whoever stood outside waited patiently, hesitant to intrude.
"Come in!" Frankie called, voice mellow to avoid stirring the baby.
Creaking slowly open, George's head poked inside, a wide-eyed smile crumbling as she processed the scene in front of her. "God, I said I wasn't gonna cry," She tutted, wiping her eyes as she hovered in the doorway, as if hesitant to make her entrance before she'd fully composed herself.
"Oh, who cares, c'mere," Frankie laughed, holding out her arms as her best friend hurried forward. Passing the baby with barely more than a glance, she enveloped her in a fierce hug, perching on the edge of the bed beside her.
"I'm so proud of you," George choked back a sob, raising a hand to stroke Frankie's hair out of her face. "You smell terrible."
"Just like the old days, huh?" She laughed. "Although I did just have a bloody baby, do you actually want to see her?"
"Oh, shit, yeah," George sniffed, wiping her tears as she pulled out of the hug. Rosie was still standing in the corner with Maggie, a smitten smile creasing his cheeks, seemingly unaware of anything else around him.
"Rosie," Frankie prompted gently, snapping him out of his trance.
"Hm? Oh, yeah," He looked up, edging towards George so that she could get a peek at the child beneath her bundle of blankets.
"Hiya," She whispered, grinning as she leaned closer, lifting her hand so that the baby could wrap a chubby hand around her finger. "What's her name?"
"Margaret. Well, Maggie," Rosie smiled.
"Margaret Georgina Rosenthal," Frankie pointed out, George's eyes widening as she turned to look back at her.
"Shut the fuck up," She blurted, hand raised almost immediately to cover her mouth, glancing nervously back at the baby as if she somehow understood. Rosie began to laugh, the vibration of his chest making Maggie gurgle happily. "You didn't."
He shrugged. "Well, we thought that you-"
"I don't even like that name!"
Frankie snorted. "I know!"
George groaned. "Fine, well, I think she suits it better anyway." She nodded to Rosie, wordlessly asking his permission, and he gently placed Maggie into her arms. "Yeah. She's a cool baby."
"Bucky's coming to see her later," Frankie said. "He'll be mad I didn't somehow find a way to name her after him."
"He's gonna cry," "He's gonna cry," George and Rosie stated simultaneously, lifting their gazes from the baby to look at each other, snorts of laughter escaping them both.
"Alright, that's enough, give me my baby," She grunted, shifting forward on the bed and holding out her arms. Maggie let out a series of gargling sounds as George lowered her into Frankie's arms, tiny eyes staring up at her mother as she held her close. She let out a faint chuckle, stroking her thumb across her cheek.
"Yeah... She is gonna be pretty great."
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discordiansamba · 2 hours ago
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six months after discovering the truth, lee takes his family to visit the fire nation.
it's his first time leaving ba sing se, the part of his brain that lies to him says. he's never been to the fire nation before, it says. lee treats it as the lie it is, but he can't help but feel excitement at the prospect. it's true that he's never left ba sing se since becoming lee- and he's never been back to the fire nation since effectively being rewritten.
he lets izumi and meiko choose the destination. they pick a place called ember island. lee regrets letting them choose- ember island is expensive. the tea shop makes a good profit, but it takes quite a bit of budgeting to actually make the trip a reality- at least until fire lord iroh casually invites them to stay at the royal family's villa there.
...he almost turns him down, until jin points out that by all rights, it's lee's villa too. right. fire lord iroh- and he still can't quite bring himself to call the man uncle- assures him that he will have the place cleaned before their arrival. he says it with a bit of a wink, so lee can sense by 'clean' he also means 'hide any childhood portraits of prince zuko'.
all lee ends up needing to pay for is transportation. he purchases boat tickets for his family, springing for a slightly larger cabin. it's his first time on a boat, his lying brain tells him- even as it's immediately contradicted by getting his sea legs much faster than the rest of his family. right. prince zuko would have spent three years living on a ship. he guesses the muscle memory is still there.
the villa is a spacious one, as befitting of a royal villa. izumi and meiko are thrilled to have their own rooms. fire lord iroh has even thought to have a crib brought over for zhu to sleep in, but the villa itself is otherwise empty of any servants, which lee is grateful for. he's not sure how he'd deal with being waited on hand and foot.
they stay on ember island for two weeks.
izumi and meiko love it.
and lee... he's enjoying himself too. he's always felt like he kind of stood out back home in ba sing se- and now he realizes that's because he's been fire nation this whole time. he tries dressing in fire nation reds, and while it doesn't feel quite right on him, no one so much as bats an eye in his direction.
(he can't say the same for jin- or meiko, who looks like her mother.)
they make friends with an older couple while they're there- noriko and noren. they're also there on a vacation with their adult daughter, kiyi. he feels oddly drawn to noriko in a way that he can't quite understand, and briefly wonders if he'd maybe known her as zuko-
-before quickly shelving the idea. after all, he doesn't even feel the same way about his uncle.
noriko and noren invite them to have dinner with them. they end the night at the theater, where the local players are putting on a performance of love amongst the dragons, a fire nation tale. he can't discern if his brain is lying to him or not when it tells him this is the first time he's ever seen it. he can't shake the feeling they're not doing it right, though.
noriko and noren depart for their home village of hira'a the next morning. lee tells them they're welcome to visit the lotus blossom if they ever find themselves in ba sing se. he'll make them a free cup of tea. his own family spends a few more days on ember island, during which lee learns many things about himself.
he and izumi discover they both like spicy food. lee makes sure to visit the market to pick up some authentic fire nation spices before they leave. jin tells him she will divorce him if he starts making all of their meals spicy. he laughs, and promises he won't.
he tells his daughters he's a firebender.
he only lies to them a little. they have fire nation ancestry, as it turns out. he didn't even know about it- or his own firebending- until recently. meiko is excited at the prospect of sharing this with her father. he pretends to bow to her, and asks for her teachings. it makes her laugh. the sound makes lee smile.
he's already making plans to come back when they leave.
thinking about the bad end variation of the lee from the tea shop au again. thinking about how iroh has long since resigned himself to the fact that his nephew is likely dead. he held out hope for as long as he could, but he is certain that if his nephew were alive, someone would have found him by now. azula likely knows what happened to him, but she refuses to talk.
then he receives a letter from sokka, telling him to come to ba sing se.
iroh makes the trek. he does not know what to expect when he gets there. what he gets is a grim-faced sokka, holding a pair of logbooks. he tells him he's found a lead on zuko, and that he needs to read this. he warns him that it's not going to be an easy read- and that he's sorry.
he's right. they are not an easy read.
iroh is an old man now. he was old when he took the throne, but he is older still now. but reading the logbook still stokes a fire in the old man's heart- a simmering rage that makes him want to return to his old ways as a general and burn this wretched city to the ground.
he does not do that, of course.
"the person who did this is dead," sokka says, "-if that's any comfort."
it is not. iroh would have liked to do it himself.
"...i know where to find him," sokka also tells him, "-if you... if you want to meet lee."
iroh does. very much so. sokka directs him to a tea shop called the lotus blossom, in the middle ring. lee runs it. iroh removes his crown headpiece and dons humble robes of earth kingdom brown, styling his hair in earth kingdom fashion. it is enough to disguise him. the tea shop is a modest one- not as fancy as the jasmine dragon had been, but certainly an improvement over pao's.
he is greeted by a young woman with braided hair and a sleeping infant swaddled on her back and is guided to a seat. he asks for the owner's favorite blend- and one of these scrumptious looking fruit tarts, if you do not mind. she returns with them, and iroh drinks deep the scent of jasmine tea.
he always hoped zuko would drink more of it.
there are two young girls sitting at an empty table near him. the eldest is reading a book. the younger is kicking her feet impatiently. iroh can see the fire nation in them, plain as day- as well as in the sleeping infant. he asks the young woman if he might have a chance to speak to the owner. the tea is delicious. he would like to pay his compliments.
she smiles, and tells him she'll fetch her husband right away.
iroh tries very hard not to stare when his nephew emerges from the kitchen. he wears his hair long and braided, concealing his scar with his bangs. he wears the green robes of an earth kingdom man of modest income, and a starched white apron over that. he is taller than he remembers, and carries himself in a different manner entirely.
"dad!" the youngest of the two girls rushes him. "i'm bored. can I go play with my friends?"
his nephew laughs and ruffles her hair. he tells her she can, and asks the eldest- izumi- if she doesn't mind walking her to her friend's place. izumi sighs, but she soon leaves with her younger sister, holding her hand. iroh would place them at around ten and six, if he had to guess.
his nephew greets him with a smile. there is no recognition in his eyes. iroh had anticipated it, but it still hits him like a hard blow. he shows none of this on his face, instead complimenting him on his tea. his nephew thanks him, but is soon pulled away by another customer. iroh watches him out of the corner of his eye.
...it's true. his nephew is a different person now.
but he is alive. he is alive, and he is happy. he has his own family. a successful tea shop. given how long he has resigned himself to zuko being dead, this seems a kinder outcome. iroh lingers in the lotus blossom until closing, simply watching his nephew. he contemplates his next step. sokka has told z- lee the truth, so he could reveal himself.
he could also leave without saying anything.
his nephew has a happy life here. does he really have the right to complicate it even further? and yet... iroh cannot help himself. he has mourned zuko many times over these past two decades. he must speak with lee, or he does not think he can ever let zuko rest.
he lingers past closing time. he knows it is rude behavior, but lee is patient in a way zuko never was. once he is the last person left in the store, iroh stands up and asks lee if he might speak with him again. he removes the five-pronged crown from where he has hidden it, and slides it into his top knot.
"i am told," iroh says, "-that this is where I might find the man who was once my nephew."
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ineed-to-sleep · 3 months ago
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*me immediately after going through a terrifying and traumatic experience* haha yeah I guess it was rough but I'm fine now like I'm totally chill. It was kinda funny actually if you think about it
#GUESS WHO GOT A PIERCING INFECTION SO BAD OVERNIGHT SHE HAD TO RUSH TO THE HOSPITAL#AND GET SURGERY TO REMOVE IT BC THE METAL WAS BURROWING ITSELF INSIDE HER LIP#yep that was meee :3#man. it sounds so silly now. like that probably shouldn't have made me panic nearly as much as it did#but you have to understand at the time it was terrifying#I noticed my lip was a bit swollen earlier in the night but I was like ok it's probably nothing serious#I put some ice on it hoping it would be back to normal after I got some sleep#then I woke up at like 5:30 AM with my lip super swollen and my lip piercing literally burying itself inside my flesh#I tried pushing it back out a bit and blood and pus started coming out so yk I started panicking#so I went upstairs and I asked my mom to drive me to the hospital#luckily we have free healthcare in brazil and the hospital was basically empty(this was on sunday)#but when I got there they told me the doctor wouldn't arrive until 8AM and it was like 6:45 at that point#so I REALLY started panicking 🫠 bc I could feel like the piercing kept burying itself more deeply like#I felt like the skin inside my lip was going to close around it and I was terrified bc I had no idea what to do#and I was scared it might make things worse#but all I could do was sit there and wait and so I started having a panic attack#luckily my mom was there with me the whole time so at least I didn't feel alone#and then I just. waited for it to end. and then tried to keep myself distracted until the doctor got there#I got treated by military doctors! sjdjcjck the army has been giving additional support for hospitals in my city#bc of the floods some health units are currently closed and demand got higher so they needed extra support there#so an army doctor performed my surgery(inside an army tent no less ajfjjfkf maybe not ideal but. functional)#he was so nice?? like probably the calmest most careful doctor I've ever been treated by#I still had a bit of a nervous breakdown again after the surgery but that was bc I'd never been through something like that before#I got anesthesia obvs but I still felt the tug when he cut into my skin to remove the piercing and did my stitches#so my mind started cooking up all these horrible scenarios of how everything could go wrong and I was gonna die#cried on the doctor's table. 👍🏻 awesome#but he and his assistant were super nice about it she even offered me a hug#but anyway in the end I finally calmed down and got some medication#now I'm all stitched up with my little bloated lip eating soup out of a straw 👍🏻 but I'm ALIVE and I'm just glad it's all over fjjvjkf#sleep.txt
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mariocki · 3 months ago
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A Bullet Is Waiting (1954)
"I hope you don't think that I'm taking your side against Mr. Munson. All those nice things that you did, like taking care of the lamb and getting supper ready, I saw through them easily. You're probably everything that Mr. Munson says you are."
"Oh, I'm a very bad character."
#a bullet is waiting#1954#american cinema#john farrow#thames williamson#casey robinson#jean simmons#rory calhoun#stephen mcnally#brian aherne#dimitri tiomkin#howard welsch#film noir#allegedly....#indicator included this on one of their columbia noir sets‚ and most online sources describe it as film noir‚ but honestly i just don't see#it... it's just a crime film from the 50s‚ that doesn't make it noir. actually in spirit this is closer to a western#or maybe a 50s style romantic comedy (only a decidedly unfunny one) (and with a messed up notion of romance)#this is a mess tbh. scrappy young Rory Calhoun is a prisoner being transported by sheriff McNally; their plane crashes in the wilderness#where farmer Simmons must take them in and shelter them. it's not a hugely original idea but it has the potential for an ok film#except that Calhoun soon tackles young Jean in an attempt to force a kiss on her; this obviously leads her to fall in love‚ how could she#not. he and McNally spend the rest of the film lecturing her on her foolish womanly ways‚ until her father finally returns to this cursed#triangle and... scolds his daughter for her idiotic feminine emotions. the whole film is a sexist sludge masquerading as some kind of love#story (and building to an ending so absurdly cheerful and improbable that it makes the brain spin). still‚ it does feature some very cute#animals (many lovely sheep including a sweet little lamb that sleeps in Simmons' bed with her‚ a good dog and some chickens)#and Jean is cute as a button with her short hair and big‚ mournful eyes turned up at Rory every time he acts an ass#not by any means a very good film‚ or even quite good‚ or maybe not good at all. but... yeah idk. it certainly had sheep
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infizero · 1 year ago
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light and misa's "relationship" is rlly tragic and fucked but also in an isolated state its really fucking funny. ESPECIALLY if you consider them both to be arospec like i do
#misa is like ''oh light my wonderful boyfriend~!! we need to go on a date we haven't been on one in so long!''#(i know that when you're dating you're supposed to go on dates. so we have to go on a date every so often to assure me that i'm getting a#good grade in Having a Boyfriend something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve)#and then light is like (internally) 'i would literally rather kill myself than spend time with her but i need her for my purposes so i have#to appease her' (externally) ''ok sure i guess misa''#and then they go to a restaurant and misa waits for him to kiss her the whole night (she does not attempt to herself)#meanwhile light just sits there and goes nonverbal for long extended periods of time while he monologues in his head about how to appear#like a normal (straight) human being (spoiler: he's really bad at this)#and every so often he'll be like ''you look nice. this food is good. other boring pleasantries'' while glaring as if he's poisoned her food#THEY LIVED LIKE THIS FOR 4 YEARS.#again. awful. but also kind of fucking funny. gay aroace guy and aroace girl going through the motions of a heterosexual relationship for 4#whole years. they hate each other for sure dawg ToT obvs misa to a lesser extent but i think she definitely had a lot subconscious hate for#light. that only got stronger the longer things went on#also during this time they definitely had sex a Single Time because they got to a point where misa was like we've been dating for like#2 years normal couples usually sleep together way before then...... and light was like. LOUD SIGH. ok#it was terrible. neither of them enjoyed it and they never spoke of it again#gee wonder why that was (holding the ace spectrum behind my back)#anyways they're so awful im obsessed w them. awful apart and even WORSE together. it's beautiful#then you throw L in this mix and it gets even funnier and MORE awful#(he's bi aroace to me btw. for the record)#serena.txt#death note posting
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