#i may be a few months late but i hope y'all like it!

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Hey y'all!

Chapter 11 of Pretty Little Thing is finally up! Sorry for the unexpected hiatus from this story. It turns out writing four muiltichapter stories at once was a bit too much for me to juggle 😅

This week Clark and J'onn question one Freddy Freeman who is reluctant to answer them.

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YOU WERE LIKE AN ANGEL TO ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says- i’m a menace but i ADORED the spencer fic u posted 🥹 UGH THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOURRRR 👹if it’s okay, may i request another fic with the same couple 🙈 perhaps one day reader is not as sweet or chirpy as she usually is, or she gets injured or threatened in the field? much love and lots of kisses xoxo 🫶

Description: Spencer swore he wanted to hate her. She was too happy, too chirpy, too much for a guy who spent months rotting in prison. But how could he ever hate her when she cried in his chest like that?

Length: 5k (I'm feral for these two)

warnings: post prison reid. Angst. depiction of suicide from the Unsub. gory language used. guns mentioned. mention of $nuff video and other murders. Nothing that hasn't been done on CM already.

authors note: if y'all want to see more with these two just SAY because I am all ears I would die on this ship

There were a lot of times in his time at the BAU that Spencer had wished he could have changed the outcome of their bad guy, surprisingly enough. There was the time they found their UnSub a few minutes too late, and one of the victims fathers decided to take him out then and there with a shotgun to the head. He was just a kid. There was the entire time he was with Tobias Hankel, and he lived in a state of both fear and sympathy for the boy trapped in his own body after years of abuse. There was Nathan Harris, the kid who had stopped him at the subway station and practically begged him for help to stop his urges to murder, only to slit his own wrists before Spencer could get to him because he thought he was tainted. 

He could see how it was easy in their job to get wrapped up in saving the day, in saving everyone they could. He just had hoped, on some stupid grace of a god he didn’t even believe in, that she would have at least remained untouched by the bad luck. 

Spencer had always thought, since the first day he had arrived back into the office after his stint in prison, that she seemed to just waltz through life easier than anyone else. He knew the concept of luck was not quantifiable, that it was just a coincidence that good things happened to some people, and bad things happened to others. He always grouped himself in with the latter, because what was his entire life if not one bad hand of cards after another?

Part of him had been seething with vitriol jealousy when he first met her. He hated how the elevator doors seemed to open without hesitation for her, no waiting required. He hated how her hair never seemed to fall out of place, while his required primping and preening to upkeep. He hated how she was always so happy, whether it had been she’d been given an extra cookie at the bakery for free, or her coffee had just tasted super delicious that morning, or the road works clogging the city had been put on hold the one day she needed to drive into the office. She was one of those people, he had decided, that life just seemed to smile down upon, and she beamed back in that dazzling grin. 

He felt sick to his stomach for ever wishing it gone, especially when she looked like she might never smile again. 

They never liked to say that they had easy cases and hard ones, all of their cases were difficult to process. But this one had been a handful above the rest. 

“UnSub has been killed on site, all units stand down,” Luke said into the radio, and the entire squadron took a sigh of relief, all of them except him. 

Because he saw that look in her eye, the way everything sparkly about her seemed to have vanished.

They had been following Bobbie Wrids for a week. Five bodies in, five men shot between the eyes execution style, almost six by the time they’d arrived on the scene. 

She’d gone with Tara around the front of the abandoned building; Penelope tracked their newest victim, Henry Frond, through his phone pinging off the nearest satellite towers, and it had been straight forward from there. Or at least it should have been. 

Because by the time Spencer and Luke arrived in their own SUV, Penelope had time to access the rest of Henry’s phone, and it was clear to see the victimology behind all six men. 

They were distributing snuff videos of women, some between themselves, some to other usernames on the darkweb, and Bobbie Wrids’ daughter had been one of them.

Bobbie had become somewhat of a vigilante, but he was a grieving father above all. He was a wounded animal chomping at the bit to soothe the ripping pain of his daughter's murder, the same one those men were getting off to. 

Tara and her exchanged a glance as Penelope relayed the information over their headsets, her once serious expression falling into something sombre and sorrowful. How could she arrest a man she couldn’t help but feel sorry for, one she couldn’t help but think wasn’t entirely wrong in his actions. 

“Bobbie Wrids,” Tara’s voice was stern, cutting through the silence of the desolate building. Their footsteps were careful as they made their way through the hallway, down to what had once been a rec-room, or perhaps a staff room, where they knew Bobbie had Henry, “This is the FBI, we’d like to talk,” 

They heard nothing, and she looked up to the older woman hesitantly, her finger hovering over the trigger the way Spencer had taught her. Tara took a minute, knowing she was leading the charge here with the girl being so inexperienced, before she nodded to the door knob and the rookie twisted the handle, pushing the peeling wood open gently. 

Bobbie Wrids stood in the centre of the room, moth eaten couches either side of the damp rug, the ceiling tiles half caved in from wear and tear. Henry Frond was already a pulp in the UnSub’s arms, and yet it was Bobbie that her eyes shot to first, sympathy shooting through every fibre of her being when she saw the distraught look on the father’s face. 

He was grieving. He was grieving his little girl’s death. He was looking for a solution, and this seemed to be his best bet. 

“Bobbie,” Her voice was shaky, her and Tara frozen in the doorway as the man brought the pistol to Henry’s beaten face, cocking it towards his temple before they could even explain themselves. “We’re going to come in, is that okay? We just want to talk, just let us talk-”

They had only edged closer by three paces between them as she was speaking before his knuckles turned white and he squeezed the gun tighter to Henry’s skin, the barrel contorting the flesh, “Don’t come any closer, this pig isn’t worth your mercy,”

“We know,” She said, her and Tara slowly stepping over a fallen ceiling tile, cracking under her boot as she met his desolate gaze for the first time, his head snapping to her. “We know what he did, Bobbie. What they all did.”

His throat bobbed, his bottom lip quivering and the sight of it, a man so broken, forced a frog into her oesophagus, and she willed herself not to cry. 

“They hurt my little girl,” Bobbie choked out, his face turning mauve as the tears began to build behind his eyes, “She was my girl. She was only eighteen.” 

She nodded, his wetted hues seemingly permissive when she stepped closer to where he held Henry hostage. 

“I know, I’m so sorry for what happened to her,” She said, her voice croaky, unstable as she wrenched it into something audible, “I’m so sorry,” 

“He doesn’t deserve mercy, none of them did,” Bobbie spat, his forearm crushing against Henry’s trachea in a vice-like grip. The man floundered, a wheeze coming from his lungs, not that she felt much sympathy for him. 

She sprung into action, flicking her gun onto safety and holstering it, Tara doing the same as she lowered her weapon to her side. He profiled as a vigilante; he had no reason to hurt them. 

“Bobbie, listen, I know they didn’t deserve to walk free, okay?” She said, taking the smallest step towards where the men stood, “But she wouldn’t want this for you, would she?”

The man flinched, his jaw hard as a rock with how he clenched his teeth together, as if holding back a sob. 

“Come on, Bobbie. Let him go, we have enough evidence to get him sentenced. We can get you a plea deal, I know a good lawyer,” She begged, because she wasn’t beneath it, because she knew he was a good man backed into a corner, “Please,”

Maybe it was the way her eyes were soft when she looked at him, or the fact two more agents burst into the room from the hallway, Spencer’s eye immediately falling to where she was stood so close to their UnSub, her gun out of hand. Tara stood by, but that wasn’t good enough for him. He edged with light footsteps until he was behind her, his gaze cautious, never leaving the gun in Bobbie’s hand. 

“Please,” She repeated, and Spencer saw Bobbie’s shoulders drop, every sliver of resolve draining from his body at her gentle tone, a deer approaching a hunter. 

Henry was thrown to the floor, the man practically dead weight as he gasped, almost retching at the feeling of air sucking back into his chest frantically, and Luke and Tara were quick to wrestle him into cuffs, the woman reading him his Miranda rights. 

Spencer almost made a grab for her then, because she was still creeping forward towards the man who had a loaded gun still live in his hand. He didn’t care for one second that the statistics said Bobbie wouldn’t lay a hand on her since she wasn’t part of his list. He didn’t care that every sign pointed to their UnSub being benevolent towards women, especially younger ones, that she fit his daughter’s description. Spencer didn’t care, he wanted her as far away from that gun as possible. 

His heart lurched into his throat when Bobbie did in fact make a lunge for her, just not the way he’d feared. Because she had grabbed him. She’d pulled him into an embrace, a hug, kind and sweet as she always was. 

Spencer cursed her for being so soft. It was going to get her killed. 

“Agent,” His voice was terse, worried if you dug a little deeper than the sharp surface, but she didn’t listen to him. She held Bobbie tight as the man unravelled on her shoulder, falling into heart breaking sobs and it was then Spencer realised she was crying with him. 

“It’s going to be okay, you’re okay,” She was shushing him, the killer, reassuring him he was safe, as if the killing thing wasn’t still between his fingers that clutched at her back with rough hands. 

“They killed my girl, they took her from me, and then they laughed about it,” He wailed, and she nodded, squeezing him even tighter if that was so possible, “No one would listen, the police didn’t listen, I had to do something,”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry,” This was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be sympathising with the criminals. But she couldn’t help it, she couldn’t help the gasping urge to comfort the man who had lost his whole world, “I’m listening. Tell me about her,” 

“She was so beautiful,” Bobbie whimpered, sniffling into her shoulder. Spencer felt his chest twinge at the scene. He hated that she was so soft. “She never hurt a soul,”

She cried with him, though hers were choked down as much as she could get them, her wet cheeks the only proof she had ever let them slip. 

“I’m sorry,” She said again, because no matter how many times she repeated those two little words, it would never bring his daughter back, “I can help you,”

He pulled away from her shoulder, and it was only then that Bobbie Wrids even noticed Spencer, his face taut in anxiety as he watched the man’s hands still holding onto her body as if she was the only thing that kept him upright, which Spencer wouldn’t be surprised if it were true. 

He fished the cuffs out of his back pocket, his finger never leaving the trigger as he stared down at their UnSub cautiously. He knew he may be being cruel, knew that ten years ago he would be just as caring as her. But that Spencer was long gone. And what remained was screaming in terror that she was in the line of danger, that she was holding the danger in her bare hands like she didn’t see the jeopardy she was putting herself in. 

Bobbie pulled away to look at her, the creases around his eyes deep chasms, and even with the smattering of grey hair, the stubble, the cold, empty look of someone with nothing left, she thought he might have been a handsome man once. He looked at her with a ghost of a smile, and one of his callused hands came up to tuck her hair behind her ear as if it had been second nature to him for eighteen years. 

“You’re a sweet girl,” He murmured, and she blinked at him, her chest easing at the way his wails had subsided into something quiet. She could help him, she swore she would help him. He was a good man beneath it all. “But no one can help me anymore, sweet girl,”

And with that he lifted the pistol beneath his chin and pulled the trigger.

—

She heard someone scream before she realised it was coming from her own throat, but her ears were ringing and she couldn’t open her eyes. Her face was wet and hot, and for a second she thought it was tears, but she was beyond crying now. She felt arms pulling her back into a strong chest, and someone was murmuring to her, or perhaps they were speaking normally and the sound of the gunshot had knocked her hearing. Either way, it was like someone had pulled a bag over her head as she brought her shaking hands up to her eyes to wipe. 

She managed to crack her lids then when the sludge was gone, only to see the room still a blurry mess. She could make out, in the haze of blobs and crimson tint, Bobbie’s body slumped to the floor, a dark puddle seeping into the rug as those long arms tugged her out of the room. She only then looked down to her hands where she had rubbed her face and she caught the same claret plasma coating her fingers, her white shirt, her pants, her arms. It covered her head to toe. 

It was in her eyes, she realised when she saw the ichor coating her fingertips. It was blocking her vision, turning the world a vivid wine colour, and she thinks she whimpered, or perhaps it was a moan of horror seeing the puddle beneath Bobbie’s body growing larger by the second. 

“I don’t understand,” She said out loud, her head spinning, and she brought her fingertips up to her eyes again, maybe to get the blood out, god there was so much blood on her face, or maybe because she hoped to everything out there that she would clear her sight and find it all a terrible hallucination, the product of one too many nights of sleepless tossing. 

But when she rubbed her lids again, this time seeing the scene a little better, Bobbie was still dead. She had still been too late. 

“You’re in shock, you need to breathe,” A voice instructed her over her shoulder, and it was from the same person who had their hands around her waist, pulling her away from the crime scene, as CSI filed in from behind them. 

She tried pushing the arms off her, weak because she couldn’t feel anything that wasn’t the horror in her stomach, and it took her a second before she listened to their words and realised she was holding a breath in her chest, the way a toddler does when they’re overwhelmed. 

“I don’t-” She gasped, the air rushing through her lungs, so fast it made her cough, “I don’t understand, I was going to help him- I don’t understand- why?”

“I know, just breathe for me, sweetheart,” Spencer. She only just realised it was Spencer speaking, because he had never called her that and the gentle tone he’d taken was nothing like his usual, civil cadence. He had been dropping a few jokes the past few weeks since she’d driven him home, had been more touchy feely with correcting her form when she was at the shooting range, had delicately touched the small of her back when they were navigating a crowd together. He was slowly cracking from his statuesque expression that hadn’t left his face since he’d gotten out of prison, but the softness with which he held her waist was entirely new. 

“Spencer, I don’t- I don’t get it,” She said, her voice bubbling into a sob as she allowed herself to be pulled away with no fight left in her. He took her into the hallway, turning her body from the sight of his hand lifeless on the floor with little to no effort. She was damn near limp in his arms, “Spencer, I don’t under-understand, I was going to h-help him, why would h-he do that-”

“Shhh, you need to breathe,” He murmured into her hair, trying to lead her out the front of the building and far away from where she’d just been front row seats to a messy suicide, “Come on, just breathe for me, baby, and then we can talk,”

But she wasn’t listening, and he wasn’t offended. Spencer knew it was the shock. He knew the symptoms by how her respiratory system had picked up in a matter of seconds and it was like she had gone from zero to a hundred. She let out a long whine, tears collecting the blood on her lash line and her chest seized into action, gulping down air, too short to do anything for her lungs, and her legs began to buckle beneath the two of them. 

Spencer stopped in the hallway, realising she was in more shock than he must have thought. He knew she was sensitive, hell it was one of his favourite things about her. He knew she felt everything so deeply, burned too easily, like a daisy wilting in a dry heat, or candyfloss melting in his mouth. Spencer knew, as awful as watching death up close was for any agent, it would hit her hardest of all of them. 

He moved around to her front, his hands migrating from her waist up to her shoulders, brushing over her upper arms soothingly. But her body felt numb, her head felt heavy, and her eyes were glazed over, down a rabbit hole entirely away from him, even when one of his hands cupped her wetted cheek gently. 

“Just breathe, hey, look at me,” He tried a firmer tone, and she bent to his will too easily. It was a punch in the gut seeing everything shining and pretty leached out of her eyes, as if she had become soulless in a matter of minutes, as if she had lost all hope in the world the second Bobbie pulled that trigger. She looked like hell, blood still fresh on her cheeks, in her hair, smeared around her eye sockets where she had scrubbed so hard to get it off her skin, “You need to calm down, you’re going to faint if you don’t breathe,”

She nodded, or something close to it, her eyes falling down to the floor, and she seemed to wrestle for control over her chest then. But what came after was worse, Spencer thought. Her brows screwed together, her eyes welling up with more of those fat tears, and her lips dropping into a devastated pout, her eyes trailing over the mess on her uniform, on her hands. 

“Spencer, I don’t understand, I tried to help him, I wanted to help him,” She sobbed, sniffling to herself miserably, and he barely even thought about it when he pulled her into his chest, not caring that her skin would dirty his shirt. 

His hand wound into her hair, stroking her sweetly as she buried her wails into his vest. He used his other arm to pull her close to him, which she seemed to have zero qualms about as she clawed at his back to keep him close, as if she didn’t want to face what was going to happen when they left that building. 

Spencer regretted ever thinking her sunshine was too bright for him. 

–

She hadn’t smiled in a whole week. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She had given Penny a very forced smile when she had fussed over the younger woman the first day she got back, had said thankyou with downcast eyes and a fragile grin when the blonde presented her with a framed picture of a puppy to keep on her desk ‘incase she needed something nice to think about,’

She hadn’t looked at it once, because they both knew it wouldn’t do anything, no matter how much she pretended for Penelope’s sake that she would put it to good use. 

He had taken her out for coffee on him that first day, but by the time they had got to the front of the queue, he had been doing almost all of the talking, which had become rare nowadays since he had come home from Mexico. Usually, it had been her filling the silences, because he knew in her right mind she hated the sound of static nothingness, she found it awkward and unnecessary when she could talk to anyone without thinking about it too hard. 

They had got to the desk, the barista smiling up at him as he ordered his usual, before he turned to look at her as the woman serving asked her what she would like. But she wasn’t listening, she was watching out the window, nothing particularly invigorating beside a bird cleaning its feathers on top of a stop sign. 

He said her name, putting his hand on her back and her head whipped around, her eyes empty as they looked up at him expectantly, “What do you want to drink?” 

She blinked, waking herself from a stupor, and looked at the barista with an embarrassed expression, “Hot chocolate, please,” 

And that was all she really had to say until lunch rolled around, and she excused herself to head home early. Emily smiled at her reassuringly, her eyes wary as she watched their happy-go-lucky rookie head for the elevators with a desolate look in her eyes. 

Spencer hoped she would come around on her own, or maybe even be brave enough to talk to someone about the thoughts rattling around that head of hers, but she just didn’t. She stayed as silent as possible, only ever speaking when spoken to, asking Emily if she could finish off her reports at home, to which the Prentiss woman never protested. 

But Spencer had had enough. He’d worried himself sick over her, and where all thoughts of how endearing and lovely and charming she was had sat in his head before, now it was all just ways he could think to make her smile again. 

It was the following Tuesday by the time he braved action. She had gone home after their midday briefing, apologising to Emily with tired eyes that seemed to be growing more and more heavy by the day, like she hadn’t slept a wink in a fortnight. Which Spencer thought was entirely possible. 

He pulled up to the house Penelope had not so discreetly told him was hers, definitely not because he’d asked, and definitely, definitely not breaching any human resource policies about distributing fellow workers information (meaning Spencer had almost certainly not begged Penelope for the address with those puppy eyes of his he knew could bag him anything). 

The peonies in the window bays were wilting but her house was something out of a fairytale. He wasn’t sure why he was really so surprised. It screamed her, everything about it, from the toadstool post box to the little green, cast iron bench that sat in the garden, the metal forged to look like florets of ivy holding the sitter upright. 

He rapped the brass knocker, the metal cold under his long fingers. Brushing invisible dirt off his shirt, he hoped she would answer as the present squirmed at his feet. 

“Just a second,” He hushed, and as if she heard him, the front door swung open to reveal her bare face he hadn’t seen since he’d helped her wipe the blood from her skin in the back of the ambulance. 

She looked at him with furrowed brows, before they quickly shot to the floor, to her cobbled pathway that had clicked under his shoes, and her face washed with a shock. 

“Oh my god, Spencer!” She crouched to her knees, a slobbery lick immediately meeting her cheek as the Spaniel rubbed his wet nose up to her ear, sniffing her unique smell, as if it was a bag of Class A’s, “I never knew you had a dog,” 

“I don’t,” He replied, kneeling with her to ruffle the soft fur behind the canine’s ear, “This is Ace. He retired from the Bomb Unit a month ago and Penelope sent me his handler’s number. They said he’s the happiest dog in the world,” 

 “I would be too if I stopped so many people from blowing up,” She said, but before he could ask what she meant exactly by that, Ace had jumped up and attacked her entire face with kisses as if he too thought that statement was worth silencing. 

And she laughed. She laughed louder than she had in days, weeks, her eyes crinkling in joy as the little pink tongue stole away her sorrow, tickled away the traces of the blood that had tainted her skin. 

Spencer smiled, his eyes watching her face scrunch in a squeal, hands eventually coming up to the elderly dog’s jowls to gently push him down. 

“Oh, you are the sweetest guy,” She said, and the words had him tugging at the leash to lick her all over again, “Yes you are, you’re the sweetest little guy around, huh?” 

She chuckled, scratching down the mutt’s neck, and her eyes flicked back up to Spencer, who watched her with more intent than she’d realised. 

“Petting and receiving affection from pets causes spikes in serotonin in our brain and reduces anxiety, did you know that?” Spencer said, Ace pushing his muzzle into the palm of her hand to prove a point. 

Her smile wavered slightly, and she looked at his hazel hues that seemed to see right through her, “Look, I’m sorry I’ve been so off lately, I just can’t sleep at the moment-”

 “Don’t apologise,” He cut in, though his tone was kind, and the two of them stood back up to their full height, “What happened was horrifying, even some of the longest serving agents I know would struggle seeing that,” 

She scoffed, unusually pessimistic coming out of her mouth, “You wouldn’t,”

His head tilted, not quite understanding what she meant, because she hadn’t sounded cruel when she said it. Then again, he didn’t think she was actually capable of that emotion. 

She looked at him, a flash of something vulnerable in her eyes, something like that day he’d held her in the hallway; too fast he almost missed it.

“You’re so brave, Spencer, you’re like invincible. I mean, you survived prison and your mom getting kidnapped and you bounced straight back to work like it was nothing. I can’t even watch a murderer die without spiralling out of control,” She huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and before he could respond on just how wrong she was, before he could tell her that that was exactly the opposite of what had happened because he had damn near changed every inch of himself in prison to stop himself from breaking, he caught her murmuring and he thought he might just have been punched all over again, “I wish I was like you,”

His jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stepped towards her, and her head shot to him, worried she may have said the wrong thing by mentioning everything that had happened, everything Pen had specifically said was a touchy subject, and she opened her mouth to apologise. 

“Do you know how unbelievably glad I am that you are nothing like me?” Spencer said, his voice bordering on furious and her fumbled for a reply, worried she had truly pissed him off. 

She wouldn’t blame him for hating her. She’d always worried, until perhaps that day they’d gotten into her car and she’d driven him home, that her very essence annoyed him. 

“I’m sorry-” She started, but he shook his head.

“Stop apologising,” He said, his hand reaching up to grab where her fingers tugged together nervously, his hold featherlike, his face softening when he saw her expression, “I don’t want you to be anything like me. I like you just how you are,” 

She sighed, eyes doe like with emotion as she looked at him, “Really?”

He smiled, a rare and genuine smile as she seemed to glow under his words, “Yes, really.” Spencer allowed himself to enjoy the way that the twinkle returned to her expression when he smiled at her with something almost like the old Spencer in him, before he cleared his throat, “We all like you. Everyone on the team likes how you are,”

She paused, nodding to herself as if knocking herself out of a silly daze, and Ace bounced on his hind legs trying to get her attention again. 

“You don’t think I’m too sensitive?” She asked, holding her palm out for the dog to nuzzle at with that wet nose of his. 

Spencer shook his head, “Sensitive is good. It means you feel something. Means you feel the good things deeper too,” 

Her smile was blinding, because she’d never thought of it that way before, and she looked like her old self again. Spencer wasn’t stupid enough to think she was never going to think about Bobbie again, he still thought about that first UnSub he’d tried to save. He still thought about Tobias Hankel. He thought about them all. 

But he was going to make sure she never turned into him. He didn’t think he’d ever forgive himself if she did. He’d protect her sunlight even if it burned him to know he could never have her the way he wanted. Because she was everything good, and he was him. 

She looked down at Ace, the life returning to her as she stood aside for the two of them to enter her house, “Tea?”

Yep. Spencer felt something run hot knowing she would always be out of reach. Didn’t stop him from thinking about it, though. 

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Three, Two, One. - Chapter 1

Summary: You and Spencer have worked in the BAU together for years, since the beginning but now, he's your boss and something quite big is happening in your life & soon to be Spencer's life after needing each others help to unwind.

Pairing: UnitChief!Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

WC: 3.3k

Warnings: Pregnancy, Angst, Cheating??

A/N: LOW & BEHOLD- here lays my first beauty. - my apologies is this is complete shit, I have not written in a while & I may have to get my special touch back. - anyways, i hope you guys like it ! 🔪🤍

Three, Two, One. Chaper 2.

three, two, one-

pregnant.

You were pregnant. You were pregnant with your bosses baby.

Spencer has not always been your boss, you actually started working for the BAU a month before he had even started working there.

He took over Emily's position once she moved up to FBI Director a few months back, at that congratulations party is when something sparked between you and Spencer- just, neither of you acted on it

You remember exactly how and when it happened too, it was the party after his promotion to Unit Chief. Goddamn promotion parties. You didn’t think you drank that much, until you woke up naked beside your new boss.

The temptation to pack a bag and hop on a flight across the world sounded so appetizing right now in your mind, too bad that it isn't realistic & you were going to have to face the facts and that was including, him.

There was never any “no speaking of this” - only us meeting up at my apartment, his apartment, our hotel rooms when we were on a case and needed to ‘unwind’ - the last time you and Spence had even slept together was 2-3 weeks ago anyway, of course when y'all needed to unwind after a case. Who could've guessed that one?

You were snatched from your thoughts when you heard your phone ringing from your bedroom- running for it, you were hoping that it wasn't Spencer.

‘Penelope Garcia 🖥️💖🍩’ 'thank the heavens' you silently think to yourself

“What’s up, Penny”

“Spencer is busy, he put me on duty to call you to find out if you plan to show your face at work today, ya know- since it is a work day and no show, no calls are frowned upon here" Your neck snaps to look at your alarm clock.

"Also, he wants to see you in his office once you get here"

7:32 A.M - have I seriously been staring at a positive pregnancy test for an entire hour?

“Fuck. See you soon. I'm leaving right now"

The short drive to work felt longer than it should have, probably because you took back roads to avoid having to see him again so soon. If you were already running late, what is a few extra minutes?

So many thoughts flying through your mind. How are you going to tell him? Oh hey, by the way, ya knocked me up so what’s the plan bud?!

“I'm doomed" You mutter to yourself getting out of your vehicle to go face reality, to go face the man of your now growing child. This has to be a nightmare.

Getting off of the elevator, the first person you saw was Alvez- boy, you were thankful that it wasn't Spencer, even though you'd be seeing him in just a few minutes.

"Looks like you saw a ghost"

"Yeah, Luke, something like that"

"You want to talk about it?"

"Not right now, I just want to forget about it- I need to see Pen" yeah, Y/N, like you'll actually be able to forget about it.

You make a beeline directly for Penelope's office, you have to tell someone about this before you actually lose your mind.

"Pen, I have news and it has to stay between you and I only"

"Your secret is safe with me, my love"

"I'm pregnant.. with Spencer's baby" you hesitated even saying the last part but wow, that felt good to get off of your chest, too bad it won't feel this easy with Spencer. Just thinking of having to tell him has you feeling like someone is choking you out.

"Oh."

"Oh? Pen, I am in a state of panic, a state of shock and you say 'Oh'- I don't know what to even begin to do here or how to even tell Reid that I am carrying his.. spawn"

"Spencer has a girlfriend or did, as far as I kn- okay, when did you find out” She cuts herself after seeing the look of horror on your face after hearing the beginning of her sentence, understandably so!

You were NOT the type of person to sleep with a taken man.

You were confident that you were about to face plant the ground right here and now in Penelope’s office. Did Spencer have a girlfriend or not? And were you about to go physically fight him for doing this to her, if so? You would be considering yourself jobless at that point.

“I found out this morning, literal minutes before you called me to get my ass here” you were in a pure state of panic and you had many good reasons as to why.

“How long has he had a girlfriend, Pen?” you continued- you were sure your skin was blistering with how hot it was at this point. Was it hot out of anger or the panic attack that was charging at you? Who knows anymore because you didn’t care enough in this single second to sit and determine that.

"I don't know, he just mentioned a date a few weeks ago then didn't mention anything again but I know he's still in communication with her and by the contact name in his phone, I don't think they are just friends" Penelope lets you in on all of this, nervously- like she isn't supposed to be saying anything at all.

"Thanks, Pen" You murmur to her her as you leave, you have to leave her office, the longer you are in there, the more it feels like the walls are literally closing in on you.

Walking into the hallway, you don't know which direction to go- You should probably go see Spencer and give him some bullshit excuse as to why you were late.

It was barely 8 A.M, maybe it was past 8 A.M now- your mind is going too fast to try and keep up with time. Regardless, it's too early in the morning to drop a pregnancy announcement on someone.

Finally, you muster up the courage to walk into the bullpen to go on the hunt for Spencer, as much as your mind and body are telling you to just bolt to your car and never look back.

"Tara, do you know where Spencer is?" You ask quietly, so that you don't disturb the others around you

"No, I saw him walk out of his office a few minutes ago but I haven't seen him go back in. If you find him before me, let me know because I need to go over some things with him"

"I'll go knock and see if he's back, thanks Tara"

You can visibly see his blinds are closed but majority of the time they are closed anyways, so that doesn't even matter to you. Walking up the flight of stairs to get to his office is exhausting, it feels like your legs weigh 1000 pounds each.

Standing in front of his office, you hear talking inside- You can very clearly hear a females voice inside talking to him but you honestly couldn't tell if she was over the phone or actually in his office by how muffled it is, it's safe to assume that it is a phone call.

"No going back now since you're already here" You mumble to yourself

Knock, knock, knock

"Come in" You hear a muffled Spencer behind the door

As your opening the door, you quickly hear him state to the woman on the phone 'I have to go, I'll see you tonight' - God, as if you haven't already wanted to run away all morning, it keeps getting worse.

"Pen said you wanted to see me?"

"Yes, please sit" He says, gesturing to the chair

"Are you okay, Y/N? - You were late this morning, we've worked together for many years now and you've never once ran late, it's not like you not to communicate" You can see on his face that he cares, he didn't bring you in here to give you a lecture over something small, especially since this is your first time ever running late.

"Y-yes, I just woke up late and then getting to my car, I realized I had a flat, so I had to ask my neighbor to use his pump to fill it" You lied straight through your pearly white teeth and you were confident that he knew it to, just by the look he was giving you

He stares at you for a moment, trying to read you for anything. You were thankful for the fact that sometimes you were an impossible person to read

"Please, just communicate next time- It's not a big deal you were late, we just didn't know what was going on until I had Garcia get a hold of you"

"I will, you have my word- Am I good to go now?" You ask while standing up, yes, the talk went better than expected but you still wanted out of this office as fast as possible.

"Yes, thank you for coming to talk to me. Oh, also before I forget to mention it, at some point today whenever we both have free time, I would like to have a conversation. If it's just at the end of the day that's fine. It just needs to happen"

All you can bring yourself to do is nod your head and walk out of the room, based on the ass end of the phone call you walked in on- You have a pretty good hunch what he will be saying to you, especially after what Garcia also let you in on

It makes your heart ache- knowing that he could have a girlfriend, knowing this thing that the two of you had will be coming to an end, by no means were you and Spencer in a committed relationship but you would be lying to yourself, if you said you hadn't gained feelings for him and actually wanted more than just a 'fuck buddy' outcome

"So, is he up in the office? I really need to see him" Tara asks while already walking up there and away from you before you can even give her an answer.

You know for a fact that you are not going to be able to focus on work at all today even if you try your hardest, your anxiety is skyrocketing through the roof waiting for this conversation with Spencer and still, wondering when and how you are going to spill the beans about carrying his growing child.

"Alright, what is your issue? Are you pregnant?" Alvez is like a brother to you, nothing has been off limits in the talking department but this just sent you for a whole loop with how bluntly he asked.

You were confident that if it were possible, your eyes would've popped right out of their sockets and into your lap.

"Alvez, I am not discussing this with you right now" you whisper yelled to him, you didn't mean to come off like a bitch at all but god only knows who could've heard him.

"Well, Y/N, If I am being entirely honest. Penelope lets some things slip from time to time" He states like it's the most obvious thing ever.

All you can seem to do is look at him like a dear in the headlights, you feel your skin getting hot and prickly, it feels like there are someones hands around your throat squeezing harder and harder by the second.

"I have to go, I need to go home, I need air" It all comes out in a panic, you get up from your desk and bolt out of the bullpen and down the stairs, you don't even care to take the elevator. You cannot be stuck in a tight spot right now, a tight spot like an elevator.

"Please, just communicate" - "I will, you have my word" the conversation in Spencer's office goes through your mind and you know that you have to communicate with him that you just left work for the day and you don't plan to come back today, atleast- you couldn't and thankfully, it was Friday.

to: Spencer 'The Genius' Reid

'I have to excuse myself for the day, I'm sorry that I am having to send you a text message about this rather than coming to your office- this is me communicating with you. I will return back to my work duties on Monday, unless of course, a case pops up over the weekend then I will be here'

'also, I know we need to have a conversation, I also have something I need to tell you- let me know when you would like this conversation to take place' -

After sending your texts to Spencer, you set your phone on DND because at this point, you don't want to deal with anything or anyone else today, emergency or not.

Driving home was an entire blur, I mean you made it home alive, so that's what matters, I guess.

Walking inside, you plop onto the couch and turn on your favorite comfort show.. Modern Family.

A few hours later, you wake up in the exact place you laid down at- you thought your couch was so comfy until now when your entire body is in pain.. well, maybe it was your horrible sleeping position.

5:13 P.M -

"sweet baby jesus on a motorbike" You mutter to yourself after looking at the clock

"what are you doing to me?" You ask while poking your non-existent baby bump, granted it was a great sleep so you weren't trying to complain- you had heard from JJ in the past that early pregnancy is exhausting and you will sleep.. ALOT.

**BACK AT THE BAU**

"I just practically asked her if it was true but maybe in a more blunt way, it wasn't meant to come out so.. blunt" Alvez explains to Penelope who apparently watched you sprint out of work.

"I specifically told you not to say anything to her about it, I didn't even mean to let it slip to you of all people, Luke. I don't even think that they were in a relationship which makes this so much more difficult for her, as I could imagine" Pen snaps back at Luke.

"It's not going past me, I'm not opening my mouth to anyone about it" Luke says while walking to the Elevator with Pen, finally the work day was over

"Yeah, you let it slip to someone or who knows, I accidentally do again and Spencer is going to find out which right now, that doesn't need to happen" Pen states while being wildly unaware of who just came up behind them

"What doesn't Spencer need to find out right now and why can't he find out right now?" He asks from directly behind Alvez and Garcia, looking between the two of them for a answer.

Luke and Penelope both seem to jump straight out of their skin, not expecting to be crept up on- in reality, it was not Spencer's plan to creep up on them, he just happened to be leaving at the exact time as them and they didn't hear him coming up in the middle of their 'supposed to be' private conversation that was happening out in the open.

"I- uh it's nothing, well, sir, it's nothing in regards to me, i'm fine- it's not my place to tell you, it wasn't my place to tell, Luke- it just slipped and I am blabbering and I just realized that I need to get home" Before Spencer or Luke could say anything to her or anything more to Spencer, she's in the elevator with the doors closing.

'Nice Penelope, real nice' Luke thinks to himself, feeling a bit annoyed and slightly scared

Turning to look behind him, he sees Spencer's eyes boring right into him like he's staring right into Luke's soul, just waiting and searching for answers.

"Is there anything that you know, Alvez?" Spencer finally breaks the silence, otherwise who knows how long the two of them would've stayed standing there in the awkward paralyzing silence.

"I just know Y/N had to leave early today because, well I don't know why but I just know she left- you're her boss too, she should've communicated with you, right?"

"Right, Luke and she did, I have been trying to text and call her since I received her messages and nothing is going through" Reid is quick to bite back, getting quite annoyed himself being left in the dark and now that he is adding the pieces together, he's assuming these secretive things that "he isn't allowed to know about currently" are about you.

"I don't have any other information, what I told you is all I know- but I do need to get home to Roxy" Luke matter-of-factly states even though Luke knows that Luke is lying, well- not about Roxy but about the first part.

"Mhm, alright. Have a good night, Luke" Spencer gave up on trying to get any information out of the turnips that don't bleed but he is confident when he says this is about you and he will get to the bottom of it.

Back at your apartment, you've finally relaxed after a nice hot shower and ordering from your favorite chinese food joint and yes, still watching your comfort show but this time from the comfort of your own bed.

You still haven't even taken your phone off of DND mode, in your mind all you thought was 'if it is important enough, you know where I live and if you don't, contact Penelope Garcia' and the most important part, you were at peace.

You weren't worried about this pregnancy, you had accepted your fate, you weren't worried about Spencer or his new situ-relationship, you weren't even worried about what had happened with Alvez or Garcia. Peace.

"jesus Spencer, what the fuck" You yell out after walking out of the room and coming face to face with him, to say that you were startled was to say the absolute least

"Well, you would've known I was coming if someone didn't have their phone on airplane mode" He bit back with a darkness in his eyes and maybe a bit of worrisome, you couldn't tell everything with how dark it was.

"I know that I gave people a key to my house for emergencies but our conversation or how I was protecting my peace on a Friday night is not an emergency and frankly, if anyone was that worried, you would've sent someone sooner" You were once again fed up and wanted to continue to be alone with your favorite person, Phil Dunphy.

"I was going to drop our conversation until this weekend or even Monday, when we see each other in person again but funny enough, I was walking out to leave for the day when I walked into Luke's and Penelope's conversation and it was about you and something that I shouldn't be finding out about right now- would you happen to know anything about that?" Spencer replied, getting more and more fed up by the second.

If Spencer didn't know any better, he would say that you looked like you just saw a ghost- he was dead on the money about the conversation and some secret rooting back to you- now to just get it out of you.

Calming down after seeing the state you were rushing into, he comes to you with a softer approach - "Y/N, I want to help you. We've known each other for years, since I started working for the BAU, please let me know. Let me know what is going on. I'm not going anywhere"

You felt like you were about to up-chuck your chinese food all over this poor man, you know you need to tell him.

'Y/N you will never know the outcome of this unless you open your mouth and spill those words to him, be brave, be bold' You think silently to yourself.

"Spencer, I'm pregnant - You are the last person I slept with. I am pregnant with your baby"

if this is horrible, sue me - i haven't written in forever and honestly, this is a little bit longer than i thought it would be - whoops!

FEEDBACK IS APPRECIATED

& yeah, yeah- i left this on a cliffhanger, if you beautiful humans actually like this, i had planned to make this a 2 parter story or who knows, if i make the next part longer then it could be 3 or more parts.

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Yandere Coworker Harem x New Hire Reader: A Meeting with the CEO

Follow up to this post

Finally fed up with it all, you decide to leave... but you learn it may not be that easy.

Content Warnings: General creepiness, yanderes, financial manipulation, manipulation, power difference, gaslighting

AN: Holy shit the first part blew up, more so than any post I've ever made on tumblr... ever. Thank y'all, and I hope this lives up to everyone's expectations? Had to ignore a few asks since they were essentially the plot to this part, haha.

As nice as Jake is... it starts to wear on you. The seclusion from your other coworkers, Warren and Jax's constant attention, it all becomes too much. This was the easiest money you've ever made, but it almost felt... condescending in a way. Seriously, you feel like you haven't actually worked in months, just given simple tasks to complete so that Jax could praise you. Otherwise, you felt like you were just eye candy set in a pretty office. No more, you figure. You make up your mind to go back to HR, it's been a long time coming. They either fix it, or you're gone.

With your mind made up, you return to Leon. He'd been so kind before, surely he'd help, right? As you explain your problems to him, he nods and gently smiles. In your distress, you don't notice his hand moving to cover yours, massaging yours comfortingly. You welcome the comforting sensation, overwhelmed to the point of not really considering the implications. You look into his dark eyes as you finish, silently pleading with him for help.

"That really is something. I'm sorry to hear your experience with the company has been so distressing. Tell me, do you have any proof?"

His demeanor seems to shift instantly back to the colder man you remember from your first sight of him. His fingers rubbing gentle circles into your palm shift into a harsher grip.

"Proof? I-I mean, the cameras have probably caught something?"

You'd say there were eyewitnesses, but all of your other coworkers had been avoiding you. You barely even knew their names...

"Unfortunately, our cameras have been malfunctioning lately, I doubt they'd catch anything. Without any actual witnesses, I'm afraid I can't do anything for you."

"How can you say that without even looking? This place is insane- you know what? I'm just quitting. I can't take this anymore."

You try to remove your hand but he keeps it there. His gaze is suddenly ice cold. He lets your hand go after a few moments of tension, fingers lingering before you yank your hand to your chest.

"Ah, you could quit... but I'd really recommend against it. You'd of course have to pay the dues you signed in your contract, as well as any additional fees. I'm not in charge of finances, but my estimate would be somewhere around... 200 thousand or so?"

You gasp, blood running cold. 200 thousand?! You don't remember signing that, but you also don't recall really reading over the contract in your excitement. You try to think of a way out, surely there had to be some sort of loophole-

"Of course, there's always the option of asking the CEO to change your contract, but..."

You'd tuned anything after that out, insisting to meet with the CEO as soon as possible. Which, to your surprise, was almost immediately. Almost like he'd been... waiting for you? Leon himself lead you to the CEO's room, at the very top of the skyscraper your office resided in. As you're let in, you're met with the biggest office you'd ever seen. It composed of the entire top floor of the skyscraper, massive windows encircling the entire ornate office.

You really try to ignore the feeling that you're walking into a trap.

The CEO was patiently waiting for you. Like a king on a throne, he sat in the middle of the room in front of a surprisingly simple desk. You'd heard of the CEO, Kennedy Grey, but you'd never met him in person before. He had an air of sophistication around him, an older gentlemen with salt and pepper hair and a well trimmed beard. His suit was pristine and looked expensive, probably costing more than your entire yearly salary. He smiled, urging the two of you to sit. His eyes glanced over to Leon's, a slight smirk on his face as if the two were in on a joke you weren't.

"So, what brings you two here? I've heard very good things about you from Jax. Things are going well, I presume?"

You fidget, despite his welcoming tone, he felt oddly... menacing. Like you weren't supposed to disagree with him, even if he asked you a question. You begin to explain your issues, but are quickly stopped with a firm look of disapproval when you bring up the idea of leaving the company.

"Now now, we can't have that, can we? With your contract, that wouldn't be a very smart idea, would it?"

Before you can even respond, he simply continues to talk over you.

"No, no it wouldn't. And you've just been such a good worker, we'd just hate to lose you."

"Well, I was actually hoping we could talk about the contract, I just don't think it's fair-" you can barely get your thoughts out as he cuts you off again.

"Unfair? But my dear, you signed it. I'd just hate to get my lawyers involved... they're top of the line, y'know? Besides, you don't actually want to leave, you're just... stressed. What do you need, a paid week off? A bonus for your hard work?"

"No-"

"Well, now that that's done, let's get back to work, shall we? You'll have a bonus on your next pay-"

You've had enough of his condescension and interruptions, it's time for you to interrupt him.

"You know what, I'll take the lawsuit. You people are insane. You can have the money if you want, but I'm out of here."

As you get up, you find you can't. Leon has moved behind you, surprisingly strong arms holding your chair in, preventing you from moving. You look up at him in angered confusion, but he's sharing a look with Kennedy. You once again feel like you're missing an important part of an inside joke again. You try to struggle, but you're stopped as Kennedy interrupts.

"Apartment 101, Evergreen Apartments, right?"

"W-wha-"

"You know, I've been venturing into the rental market recently. Very profitable at the moment. I actually just bought a few buildings in your area, including your little apartment. Such a shame, you know you could do better, right? All you have to do is ask..."

He smiles at you as if this was a normal conversation to him, like he was doing you a favor.

"I guess that makes me your landlord now, if you think about it!" his smile turns colder, eyes crinkling like he's laughing at you, "That being said, I just don't see how you're going to pay for the rent increase without this job. I hate to do it, but it's a necessity, y'know? Cost of living and such."

He waves his hand like it's no big deal, like he isn't playing with your livelihood and threatening you.

"You could move out, of course, but well, word gets around, and I just don't know how the other investors in the area would react to your... history."

You feel dread well up in the pit of your stomach and tears in your eyes. He... has you. What could you even do? Moving out of the city would mean starting over, and that's if you could even find a place and a job to pay for said place, and paying for the lawsuit-

In your panic, you can only whimper, "I just... why? Why me? i don't understand-"

"That's the beauty of it all, you don't have to. All you have to worry about is coming in and doing your job. We'll handle all the rest."

You jump, having almost forgotten Leon was behind you in your panic. You go to open your mouth-

"Wonderful insight, Leon. Now that we're all on the same foot, let's get back to work, shall we?"

You can only numbly nod your head, too overwhelmed to continue fighting.

You're finally allowed to sit up and begin walking towards the door, trying to speed walk out of the huge room that somehow managed to feel claustrophobic. You just wanted out at this point, you needed somewhere to think.

As you step into the elevator, Leon staying behind in the office-thank god-you're interrupted one final time.

"Oh, and I meant what I said. If you ever need any assistance, anything at all, just come to me. All you have to do is ask."

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personal

pairing: frank castle x fem!reader

summary: lately frank has been acting suspicious, and you've decided to finally confront him about it.

warnings: swearing, lots of angst

word count: 3.4k

a/n: i hope y'all have been enjoying things being nice & light & sexy & fun bc these last few chapters aren't holding back any punches. shit is about to get real. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

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Not even five minutes after Frank walked through the threshold of his apartment, the rumble of an incessant banging sounded on his front door. His dark brows instantly furrowed with irritation at the sound. Slipping his right hand behind his back to grab the handle of the gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans, he turned the knob and swung the door open with just as much ferocity as the person knocking on the other side. 

The creases of annoyance on his sharp features suddenly smoothed into recognition at the sight of you standing in front of him, but not long after, his warm brown eyes widened in complete bewilderment seeing the raw fury that was burning in your eyes. 

“Hey-”

Before he could utter another word, you forced your way inside his apartment, causing him to quickly retreat backwards, wincing when you swiftly slammed the front door shut behind yourself.

“You need to tell me what the fuck is going on with you, right now.”

Frank was utterly caught off guard by your aggressive behavior. The last time he had seen you this angry with him was when he showed up at your place after Cavella and Walker had attacked you. He was so distracted by your incensed entrance, he almost missed what you said. But when his brain finally caught up with his ears, your words only fueled his convoluted confusion.

“There nothin’ goin’ on-”

“Bullshit! Don’t you dare fucking lie to me, Frank.”

“Sweetheart, I’m not lyin’-”

“You’ve lied to me three times in the past month.”

Creases of puzzlement settled between Frank’s thick brows hearing that. Had he really lied to you three times? He couldn’t even remember what he’d lied about, or how you caught onto the fact that he was. Frank admittedly had been a bit out of it when it came to you lately, but he wasn’t doing it on purpose to hurt you. He just happened to be caught in the middle of something he was trying to keep you as far away from as possible.

Taking his silence as evidence of guilt, you stared up into his eyes, wanting him to see the proof of grief in your reflection that his actions had caused. You wanted him to hear the severity in the words that lacerated your tongue as they slipped past your lips that had been bitten raw from your tortured anxiety.

“You never once lied to me before Frank, ever. I don’t know why you’re choosing to start now, but if I hear one more lie come out of your mouth, I am done. I will walk out that door and I will have nothing to do with you ever again, that's it. Do you hear me?”

That caught Frank’s attention. There was no waver in your voice, no threat in your tone, just raw emotion and sincerity. 

For the past month, Frank had been acting strange. You’d caught him in three white lies, and while they may have seemed small and trivial to someone else, they were anything but that to you. Because you’d been stuck with a pathological liar before, and there was no such thing as harmless lies. A lie was a lie, and it was a crack in the foundation of trust and integrity that you’d built with Frank, and a crack could turn into a rift, and a rift could divide you and make it all come crumbling down.

Since yours and Frank’s schedules didn’t always line up, you’d both done everything you could to make every moment count since your first date. But lately, it felt like you were the only one putting in the effort. Frank was chronically distracted these last few weeks. He was late to meet you for dates, he didn’t call when he said he was going to, and sometimes you didn’t hear from him at all until the day was practically over. And when he was with you, Frank was physically present, but mentally he seemed to be somewhere you couldn’t follow. Even sitting right beside one another, it felt like there were oceans of distance separating you subconsciously. 

At first, you’d tried to give him the benefit of the doubt. It was one little white lie. One missed call after a long day. Just fifteen minutes of waiting at the restaurant. This was Frank, the man who had saved your life more times than you could count. He was different. This was real. You had nothing to be concerned about.

But then one white lie turned to three, and one missed call turned into not hearing from him until an excuse appeared across your screen at half past midnight, and fifteen minutes late turned into not showing up at all. His behavior planted a seed of suspicion in your mind that grew like wild ivy, coveting the sense of security you had in him with leaves of doubt, sprouting spirals of diabolical hypotheticals that canvassed your brain with catastrophe. 

Every knot of faith Frank had woven into your heart with his actions over the last nine months were steadily being unraveled by his own hand in a matter of weeks. The confidence you had in him was now frayed in shreds and left you in a fit of mania, scrutinizing his every intent under a microscope. 

You had been here before. You’d been lied to, manipulated, cheated on, pushed to the brink of insanity, and eventually left behind. You recognized all the signs of duplicity and betrayal, but you’d covered your own eyes so you wouldn’t have to acknowledge them, because it was Frank. 

Blunt-and-brutally-honest, jump-in-front-of-a-bullet, remembers-every-little-detail, got-his-knuckles-bloody-for-you, killed-for-you, Frank.

And that’s why this hurt so much. That’s why this dagger of deceit tore clean right through your chest, leaving you standing in the middle of Frank’s living room, hysterical and furious for an elixir of truth that could make this pain go away and heal your belief in him once again. He’d been so MIA lately that you had spent hours camped out in front of his apartment building tonight, waiting to see his truck pull up just so you could follow him inside and finally have this conversation face to face.

Frank could hear in your voice that he’d hurt you, and even worse, he could see the evidence of it shining in your eyes. The pieces of yourself you’d lent him to patch up his own heart were suddenly bleeding at the seams seeing how his unintentionally selfish preoccupation had left you marooned. Shame didn’t begin to cover the way he felt. He knew he needed to be honest, but he couldn’t tell you everything.

Not yet.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. But it ain’t what you think, sweetheart.”

“Then what is it? Explain it to me.”

Frank took a seat on the couch and gently patted the space next to him, looking up at you with diligent patience while you internally debated between standing stubbornly or giving into his request to sit with him. After a moment you finally sat down, but you intentionally put space between the two of you and folded your arms across your chest in a silent gesture of defensiveness. Resting his forearms on the tops of his thighs, Frank clasped his right hand over his left wrist, staring down at his worn boots while deciding his next words carefully.

“I got a new assignment.”

The quiet tone of Frank’s voice and the lack of eye contact while he spoke immediately caused a spark in your nervous system. 

“Where?”

“I don’t know yet.”

Frank let a moment of silence pass before turning his head to look at you with an apologetic gleam in his warm brown eyes.

“I’ve been helpin’ Madani with somethin’.”

Pinching at the bridge of your nose, you let out a slow exhale of irritation. Frank had already strained your patience with his behavior this past month, and his obscure responses were only making it worse.

“Why are you being so secretive about this?”

“It’s complicated-”

“Complicated how? You didn’t have to hide the last job from me-”

“This one is different-”

“Different how? That doesn’t make any sense-”

“You gonna let me talk? Or you gonna keep yellin’ at me?”

The way you clenched your jaw and narrowed your gaze at his quip made Frank regret letting his own frustration get the best of him. You were already pissed off, now was not the time for him to snap back at you like he normally did when the two of you argued about something. A wave of annoyance quickly crested within you. The second you stood up from the couch, Frank’s large hand reached out to grab your wrist.

“Hey, c’mon. Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Walk away from this conversation-”

“What conversation, Frank? You’re not doing anything but giving me vague excuses. What the hell am I supposed to do with that?”

Frank gave your wrist a gentle tug to get you to sit back down next to him on the couch. He once again waited calmly as you stood defiantly for a moment before reluctantly sitting back down. He let his large hand glide across your wrist to take your hand into his own, holding it firmly in his lap while cocking his head to the side to try and catch your gaze.

“Look at me, sweetheart.”

When he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, the prolonged pause of silence caused you to eventually shift your attention back to Frank, and you could see that his brown eyes were a deep shade of contrition.

“I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distracted lately, and I haven’t been ‘round like I shoulda been. And you’re right, I did lie to ya, and I’m sorry ‘bout that. I’m not tryin’ to keep things from ya, sweetheart. It’s just…this one is…it’s different.” 

“Why? What makes this one so different that you have to lie to me about it?”

“It’s personal.”

Now it was your turn to be perplexed. You thought Frank was long past holding you at arms length and keeping up a fortified impenetrable steel wall around his heart and mind. He’d opened up to you before, talked about his life in the Marines, told you about the family he’d loved and lost, even spoke about them more comfortably and freely now without the shadow of grief looming over his words. Why was he back to shielding his vulnerability?

“Personal?”

Frank knew you wanted more of an explanation. You needed more. And he hated that he couldn’t give it to you right now. He hated that there was still so much that he was holding back from you, and that it was his own fault you were even doubting him in the first place.

“Listen, I can’t explain it right now, alright? But I will. When it’s all said and done, I’m…I’m gonna…I’ll have to tell ya some things first, some things you may not wanna hear and probably won’t like hearin’. But I promise, I’m gonna tell you everythin’, alright? I just need you to trust me right now.”

Every word Frank spoke hid another piece of the puzzle he was crafting, and you were left with misshapen gaps of confusion. You didn’t know what he meant by saying there were things he had to explain that you might not want to hear, or how that factored into the job he was currently working. Nothing he was saying made any sense to you, and it only left you with more crucial questions than justifiable answers. Pulling your hand away from his, you got up from the couch and started to stressfully pace back and forth.

“So the reason you’ve been a shitty boyfriend lately is because of this new assignment, that you can’t tell me anything about, other than it’s personal, but you can’t explain why that is. And it’s going to take you somewhere eventually, but you can’t tell me where, because you don’t even know yet, and even if you did, you still wouldn’t tell me. And I’m going to go out on a limb here and assume that you have no idea how long this is going to last, but you expect me to sit here and act like everything is fine between us and trust you even though I have no fucking idea where you’re going or what you’re doing. Did I miss anything?”

Frank could hear the barely concealed hostility in your tone. He couldn’t combat a single thing you said. When you finally stopped pacing and turned to face him, staring at him expectantly, a ring of treachery was blazing around your irises. He could see it right then in your eyes. If he didn’t fix this, he would lose you.

Slowly rising from the couch, Frank stood there with a dispirited weight resting on his shoulders, a look of pleading softening his warm brown eyes. 

“I’m gonna handle this as soon as I can, I promise.”

“I can’t do another month of this, Frank.”

“Then it won’t be another month. I’ll figure it out before then.”

“How?”

The resentment you felt towards Frank was rapidly fading into pure desperation. All you wanted was an answer, a real answer. Something of substance that you could understand, something tangible to hold onto during this period of uncertainty. Frank could feel the despair radiating off of you in thick sorrowful waves, and the fact that you were close to forfeiting this argument had him instantly tensing as the chill of dread straightened his spine. He had to give you something.

“Listen, Madani gave me some intel, alright? I’ve been followin’ it, tryin’ to find proof she’s right, or if she’s just seein’ what she wants to see.”

“But why did she give it to you? What can you do that Homeland Security can’t?”

Frank stared at you silently for a moment, and you could see a look of hesitation flash in his eyes. There was something there, something you couldn’t figure out. But you could tell by the expression on his face that there was a lot more to this than it being a top secret assignment from Homeland. Whatever it was, it had everything to do with Frank. You just couldn’t figure out why. After a terse minute of silence, Frank stood up a little straighter while subtly clenching his jaw, and there was a hardened look in his eyes.

“Cause it’s connected to someone I know.”

The way he spoke that sentence with an ominous undertone sent an icy torrent down your spine. Sensing your trepidation, Frank let out a deep sigh and glanced around his apartment for a moment while lost in thought before eventually looking at you again, this time with a softer gaze.

“Look, I can’t explain it all right now, sweetheart. All I can tell ya is that Madani needed someone she could trust on this, and I owe her a debt.”

Letting those words sink in, you tried to put your biased emotions aside for a moment and think logically about what Frank was saying. Dinah had asked him for a favor. Part of you found it  surprising that she came to Frank and Billy, considering the way she acted towards Billy the day Steven was arrested. But maybe that look of distrust and disdain had everything to do with the complicated relationship they’d had that Billy mentioned. 

If Frank was working for Dinah, then he was working for Homeland, which meant he probably didn’t have a choice but to keep everything from you. And yet, here he was still trying to give you crumbs of explanations, and promising to tell you everything once this new assignment was over. At least you could lay the fear to rest that he was seeing someone else. Standing here now, you felt ridiculous that you’d restlessly jumped to the conclusion of an illicit affair. But in your own defense, it had been difficult to think clearly when Frank’s covert behavior mirrored that of past boyfriends' unfaithful performances.

As your shoulders physically deflated from your own conspiracies unraveling just to get tangled in a new set of ambiguities, you let out a deep exhale and rubbed both of your palms tiredly down your face, grasping onto the back of your neck for a moment. When you first showed up at Frank’s apartment, you had felt completely warranted in your anger. Now, you weren’t sure if you had overreacted in your manic state, or if you still had a right to be upset with Frank. At this point, you just felt drained from trying to balance on that tightrope of your own conflicting emotions.

Frank had saved your life several times over, and Dinah personally made sure that Steven would spend the rest of his life in prison. You owed them both everything. The least you could do was show them a little patience. 

“Alright. Fine.”

In the nine months that Frank had known you, never once had you conceded in an argument. Even when you were in the wrong, you struggled with admitting that you had been erroneous. Frank’s blood ran cold with the thought that he might have pushed you too far healing the casual defeat in your voice. He didn’t want you to give up on him like this. Frank quickly took a step towards you the second you took a step towards the door, reaching out to gently grab your arm.

“Hey, hey c’mon. Don’t go.”

“Frank, I’m tired-”

“Then stay. Just stay here, c’mon. It’s late, yeah? Stay.”

Frank wasn’t giving you any room to decline the offer disguised as a command. One of his strong arms slipped around your waist, pulling you firmly into his chest while his large hand gently cradled the back of your head. He pressed his lips in a soft, lingering kiss to the crown of your head, hugging onto you tightly while resting his cheek against the side of your head. The rigid tension in your body lethargically began to melt, and Frank’s deep gravelly voice whispering into your ear dismantled the last of your defensiveness.

“Just stay with me, baby. Please stay.”

Frank knew that he didn’t deserve you. He didn’t feel that he’d earned this second chance at life he was getting. But he would be damned if he’d let anything ruin this now that he had you. He would’ve told Madani to go to hell if he’d known the favor was going to cause such a big disruption to the peace he’d found within you.

But not only did he owe his second shot to her, he desperately needed to know the truth himself.

“When will you leave?”

Frank hugged onto you even tighter, rubbing his hand along your lower back in soothing slow circles.

“M’not sure yet. But I’ll tell ya as soon as I know, I promise. And I’ll make sure you’re taken care of while I’m gone, yeah? I’ll be back before ya know it, baby.”

Hearing the soft sigh that sounded from you, Frank nuzzled his nose into your hair and whispered gently to you.

“Listen, I won’t take no more jobs like this, alright? I’m gonna handle this for Madani, and that’s it. I won’t do anythin’ else that’ll take me too far from you, yeah? I’m not gonna leave ya, sweetheart. I told ya I’m always gonna be here. I meant that then, and I mean it now. You ain’t ever gotta worry ‘bout that.”

You tried to find comfort in those words, but you weren’t in the mental state to accept any vows. You couldn’t get past the glaring truth that Frank was hiding something from you, and until you knew what it was, that crack of dishonesty would continue to slowly spread. You had a sneaking suspicion in the pit of your stomach that whatever verity Frank was concealing had the potential to shatter everything; unveiling the illusion that your relationship hadn’t been formed out of the impervious stone that you’d believed in, but rather of futile glass.

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[nickssidewitch]

✨♌️ Sturniolo Triplets 2025 Predictions ☄️✨

First of all, HAPPY NEW YEAR! Thanks to you all for such a glorious welcome to the Sturniolo Tumblr Fandom! 🤍 I've had such a great time here so far, and I'm so thankful for literally every person I've met so far on this app. I do hope (and know) there will be newer accounts who are new additions to this fandom made this 2025, and to them, I say welcome, and they are welcome on my account with open arms! 🥹🤍✨

Here are the predictions I have for the Sturniolos! Be warned that some may not even happen this 2025 and I might be getting messages of things that may occur in 2025, or things that are still occuring that have existed since the last 3 months since 2024. Tarot and energy reading is like that sometimes since time is not linear and energy can shift and be read differently as time progresses.

With that all being said, here are some predictions I have for the boys individually, as well as group-wise as brothers and as a brand.

🍀✨ The Sturniolo Triplets' Predictions as a whole entity ✨🍀

New group projects. This includes new video ideas, new ways of producing and creating content, and even doing trials of new ways to present their content.

Tour prep or even the start of a tour. This tour will be different from the rest, with newer ideas and fun activities for them and the fans to enjoy! They may even expand to newer countries and areas.

Travelling. The boys will experience new cultures and have agreat time in other countries together. Seeing Nick venture off into these new places in a different hemisphere allowed them to pull off that bandage of being more open to travelling further than just different states in the U.S.

More fan involvement in content, less fan involvement in personal lives. There will definitely more of a connect with their fandom when it comes to creating newer ideas and videos. However, they don't want to allow the fans into their personal lives as much anymore due to obsessive fan behavior that occurred to them both privately and publicly over the past few years (specifically 2023 and 2024). Less of them posting with friends and family except for just a few that they may collab with or those who feel a bit more comfortable with backlash or any hate they may receive.

More collabs with different YouTube and Twitch creators, even those that you all are probably not expecting.

Music involvement. I can't say too much on this, however I see them being involved in the music world, especially behind the scenes. This may be involvement in videography of music videos, promo for music, being sponsored, and just having more fun with their music friends and newer people as well.

Will the triplets themselves release music? Y'all will have to see...

New ways to do and film car videos, probably will film them a bit less? The car video visions and energies always fluctuate. On one hand, the boys love the comfy feel of them and would love to continue. On the other hand, from a profession perspective, sometimes they feel bored of them and feel as if they repeat the same content. So, to be honest, in terms of a prediction I feel content in, I don't really even have a clue with what they'll do. I want to say that they'll try new forms of car videos and then ditch the idea the following year or just do it every now and then within other forms of content. We'll have to see. This seems more of a late 2025/early 2026 thing. Idk.

🦋🍃 Matt Sturniolo Predictions 🍃🦋

Reading a lot more. He will definitely pick up more books, and even feel inspired to write his own one day.

More quiet on socials. If you think he was quiet now, just wait. He'll go ghost even more, especially just due to staying away from toxicity and the internet. It fucks with his brain.

A romantic relationship. I think he'll have a relationship or two. Seems fair to say. But I wanna give you all advice on this: From his spirit guides, they want you all to CHILL and BUTT OUT of his personal romantic endeavors. They know there will be bad apples, but if you can do your part, please oh please do not post about them a lot or be super negative. I personally wanna say there will be a girlfriend who is not a fan favorite and you all don't have to guess which girlfriend this will be... Y'all can say whatever you want about her honestly. She's kinda... hm. Anyway, you all will know when the time comes. You'll feel her intentions in your guts. The other girl I'm seeing is an absolute sweetheart omg protect her.

New friends. He'll step out of his comfort zone a lot more and make new friends. This is kinda along the same timeline of having a new romantic relationship.

More confident in certain aspects of himself. This is due to new inspirations, new motivations, and new endeavors he will have.

Personal YouTube videos. Yes. That is the post.

A lot personable in terms of conversations of mental health. He'll be having heart to hearts with people about his mental health both in the past and in the future. He definitely wants to be more of an advocate and champion of mental health rights and conversations.

Fashion ventures. Not saying much about this. But be prepared. New clothes, new appearances, new poses, new models!

🧡✨ Chris Sturniolo Predictions ✨🧡

New collaborations, sponsors, partnerships, etc. He will be making his own personal coin with these sorts of deals. They seem to be sports related, music related, fashion related, pop culture related.

New music things. New friends in music, new deals in music, new favorite artists, bigger artists, new concerts, bigger concerts and venues. He will be flown out to new things (by himself and alongside his brothers).

New clothes! Definitely a lot more and very different stylistic choices. He wants to experiment with newer aesthetics, colors, jewelry, textures, designs, etc. A lot more IG pics of him stunting in new fits to say the least. Also includes New Fresh Love clothes and accessories with new models!

More of a social media grind. Or at least he'll want to. There will be a point where he won't post and everyone will be like ??? But don't worry, it's for great reasons!

Dating. There's not much else to say about this. Y'all get the idea.

New friends. Kinda said all this before. And this applies to all three triplets tbh.

New interests! He definitely will be exploring new things a lot more this year. TBH I feel like he does every year, as this is sort of a resolution for him.

Less fear in social situations on his own? I think all of the newer ventures will make him feel a bit more comfortable on his own. I wouldn't say he'll be fully independent, just that he'll be more open to independence.

More flexing. Just sighed while typing this, but in more of a "Oh brother, here he goes again..." joking way.

Some scandal going on either involving him or involving someone who he is associated with that people will try to group him with. It will set him off course a bit, but he'll manage.

He will also curse and call people out when necessary.

🪁🪩 Nick Sturniolo Predictions 🪩🪁

Sooo many more ideas, soooo many more things to do, people to meet, deals to make, etc. In short, he will be grinding.

New friends! He's going to meet new people who fulfill him a lot more. The fans will definitely see him branch out more and hanging out with familiar as well as shocking new faces.

More independence. He will be doing more things on his own (just as his brothers will be). He'll just be flying like a bird (literally and figuratively).

Dating/Exploring. That's it.

Exploring his photography and videography a lot more. You all will definitely be seeing his name in some places you all wouldn't believe!

Collaborations. Whether it's other creators, other brands, etc., y'all will see it and have to blink twice.

New Space Camp products/ventures. Some seem more limited and more of like "trial runs", while others seem like things he'll definitely be keeping in stock. Also new lip flavors. I sense things that are fruity, fun, and definitely even more flavorful than the last packs. He will be working with newer people in his Space Camp brand.

Heartbreaks and a bit of down times. I hate bringing this up, but these are things I sense, especially with certain friends and people in his life. He will feel a bit down about these disconnections. But he'll live through them!

You all can ask me questions in my ask about other predictions and questions about things I didn't bring up. There are things I probably missed out on or just forgot to add, and so when you all ask me about them, I will post the links to the answers of those asks on this post so you all can go back to them!

Remember, some of these may not even be this year. They can be things that bleed out to 2026, or later if the guides were just super hype and wanted me to say them earlier! 😭🤍

And this also isn't about me trying to prove something. I hardly ever go back and checkmark things that are accurate in my other posts, so I don't really plan on doing it with these predictions (unless I'm super proud of it!). I'm not an egotistical reader who loves to prove how accurate she is (not saying all readers who do this are like this).

You are all amazing! Spread love and kindness! Have a Happy 2025! 🎆🤍🥹

[imdoingaokay]

Romanced!DAI Companions and Advisors (+ Platonic!Vivienne) when The Inquisitor returns to Skyhold late

(A/N: Heyyyy guys... I've missed you :) This past few months have been awful for me... but I'm back... teeheehee

I think this is gonna be really niche so I feel a need to explain what I was thinking??? Basically, The Inquisitor has been on a mission for a while now and they're returning extremely late at night.

Apologies for the inaccurate lore stuff, I don't think hours exist in Dragon Age because they don't have clocks? Or they do??? I dunno man I got a final tomorrow and I don't know if I'm gonna pass

Just know that the whole reason I got inspired for this was because it was late and I was imagining Vivienne watching The Inquisitor come back and her wrapping her robe around her waist like a mom watching their grown child come home from a rave or something

Once again, no beta we die like men

And happy late dragon age day, love y'all)

TW: Mentions of death

Blackwall/Thom Rainer: Unable to sleep. He’s waiting, whittling at the griffon he keeps. He doesn’t want to sleep anways, who will greet his lover? The wind? No. He’ll stay up, just for a few minutes longer, he tells himself… But soon he finds himself whittling into the early hours of the morning. That’s when there’s a stir of the guards, the whispers, and alerts are quiet, as to not wake up the many souls sleeping, but the message is clear.

His love has returned. And he will wait by the gate, a grin on his face and sleepiness in his eyes. He greedily hopes his lover may wish to sleep a few hours before the rest of Skyhold truly awakens.

Cassandra: She’s in bed, but not sleeping, reading a book. She’s trying to sleep, but her anxieties are getting to her. Somehow, ever since she got the letter saying that her love was returning, she fears even more. Her mind is plagued with images of an assassinated Inquisitor on the way back to her. Maker! Why didn’t that fool just bring her? 

Just as she scoffs, she hears something of a commotion outside. She prays for a moment, the news is good, and she throws on her armor, knowing better than to leave her room without it, and rushes to the gate. This is where her fears are put to rest as she greets her lover, a relieved smile on her face. And it is with this her sleepiness finally settles in. after a quick word, she urges her lover to rest, with or without her. All that matters that they returned.

Cullen Rutherford: He hasn’t slept since his lover left. A few moments where he stares off into space, drifting off before yanking himself back into consciousness. So it feels normal for him as he scribbles away the missives on his desk, being sure to double check each one so he didn’t accidentally write something foolish in his sleep deprived state. Somehow, in this half-dead state of his, he can hear the murmuring of guards outside of his door, and one enters. 

The guard has been ordered to inform Cullen of when they see The Inquisitor, so when they enter, Cullen knows what it’s for. And somehow, the sleepiness Cullen once had disappears, replaced with a drive he always feels when his lover returns. He rushes down the battlement steps, sure to not seem too desperate to his men. And in his excitement, he quickly meets his lover halfway on the bridge. They may be on their horse, but Cullen will happily walk back with them, looking up at them like they hold his whole world in their hands. When his lover gets off their horse, however, that is when he embraces them, a chaste kiss pressed to their cheek. This is when he finally asks them to rest with him, as his exhaustion is coming to bite him in the ass.

Dorian Pavus: Dorian has lied to himself multiple times throughout the night. He lied to himself claiming he didn’t care if he was asleep when his amatus returned from their very dangerous mission. So he lays in his bed for hours, trying to sleep. And when he can’t? He lies to himself, coming up with some excuse as to why his mind will not rest. So he waits in the library, sipping a glass of wine while attempting to read nonchalantly. Of course, he seemingly can’t. So he decides to wait on the battlements, claiming he must need some fresh air. Even though he despises how cold it is that night. 

But, somehow, without meaning to, he notices the small group of people making their way across the bridge. And, without a reason at all, a huge weight is lifted off of Dorian’s shoulders. 

He lets out a sigh and returns to the warmth of the library, happy to wait for his lover to come to him. And when he does, only then does Dorian finally agree to go to sleep. 

Iron Bull: Doesn’t sleep, but this is because he knew his lover was coming back tonight. So he waits patiently in the tavern, a ear out and ready, waiting for murmurs of The Inquisitor’s return. And when he does hear, he happily shoots up from his chair and makes his way to the gate, happy to greet his lover.

Bull was only slightly worried to be away from his lover, he knew they could handle their mission without him, but still, who knows what could happen? But the news that The Inquisitor was coming back? That was enough to settle his nerves. But seeing… and feeling his lover in his arms? That is what truly relaxes him.

Josephine Montilyet: Josephine is the only one who is asleep, she was corralled to his bedroom by Leliana, who told Josephine that she would wake her up when The Inquisitor returned. True to her word, Leliana gently shook awake a sleepy Josephine who, wrapped in a robe, quickly made her way to the empty Great Hall. She situated herself onto Vivienne’s balcony. She happily watched her lover pass the gates a promptly made their way to her, greeting her with a gentle kiss, which Leliana thankfully turned away from. Afterwards she’s happy to lead her lover to bed, as the second the pair’s heads hit the pillow, the pass effortlessly into a dreamless sleep.

Sera: Sera’s mindlessly making arrows, her door is locked, as she grew tired of Cole trying to make his way into the room to encourage Sera to talk about her anxieties surrounding her Inky leaving without her. She doesn’t even know her lover has returned until she hears the door jiggle a bit before her lover’s voice calls, “Sera, I saw the light was on, are you awake?”

This is when Sera happily throws the door open and grabs her Inky and drags them inside her room, into her arms. The two were eventually found the next morning by a messenger, who reported The Inquisitor and Sera were fast asleep in a pile of various blankets and pillows.

Solas: Solas isn’t sleeping much either, somehow he can’t take his mind off of his vhenan. He completely understand why his lover would take another person on their adventure, potentially a different mage than him. But he worries when they’re away! And there’s not much to do in Skyhold when The Inquisitor is gone. Most servants and nobles steer clear from him. He busies himself painting the various frescos in the atrium. He’s just taken a break and decided to walk along the battlements, and that’s of course, when he sees his beloved. He’s happy to walk down the stairs of the battlements and meet his lover at the gate, awaiting them with open arms. He happily leads them away, whether to their bed in their room, where Solas will leave them to rest. Or if they prefer, they can spend a bit of time in the atrium alone, Solas would be happy to hear the stories of his vhenan’s journey. 

Varric Tethras: Varric is rotating between the tavern and The Great Hall. Ever since he first got the letter from his lover, happily informing him of their return, he’s only been more nervous. Like Cassandra, he fears the image of a truly tragic hero, beaten down on the way back to the arms of their lover. 

He thinks he’s been writing too much tragedy when he firsts gets that mental image

Nevertheless, he pushes through the night.

Eventually, he’s sitting at his usual spot near the fire, unhappily grumbling to himself, sounding like a real dwarf. His mind is racing, and he can’t seem to get the thoughts to stop. So, for one last time that evening, he walks out of the hall, preparing to return to the tavern for a drink and a song from Maryden. That’s when he sees his beloved standing by the gate, quietly talking with a solider who leads their horse away. They’ve returned and they’re safe, that’s all he needed to know.

When The Inquisitor finally catches a glimpse of their lover, all they see is a bright grin spread across his face.

Varric is happy to go along with whatever The Inquisitor wants, bed, a drink, a tale by the fire, he’s just relieved they’ve returned.

Vivienne: Vivienne lies to herself. The day that she hears The Inquisitor will be returning that evening, she nods and nonchalantly walks away. Yet she finds herself constantly checking the gate everytime there is movement in that direction. She has no idea why, however. Her friend, whom she doesn’t really call friend, is taking an awful long amount of time to just get back to Skyhold. 

She justifies her musings on The Inquisitor’s safety as rationally as she can. If The Inquisitor dies, Thedas will be lost. If The Inquisitor dies, her position in court may affected. If The Inquisitor dies, she will be sad-

That is what gives her pause. She straightens her back, hands quickly going to her face as if to smooth out her frown that was previously there, and then she turns on her heel and returns to her sofa. She attempts to swallow down her fear the entire day, but as the night swiftly covers Skyhold, she finds herself unable to sleep. The moons is high in the sky when she emerges from her room, robe tightly wrapped around her. She is sure not a single soul will see her in such a… vulnerable state. She quickly makes her way to the balcony again, and stays there for what feels like an entire age. But just as she gets ready to sigh and return to a sleepless night in her bed, she hears a disturbance coming from the gate. That is where she sees The Inquisitor, alive and perhaps wrapped in the arms of lover. And with a sigh of… relief? She quietly returns to her chambers. Never speaking of this again.

[kanmom51]

Missing Jikook today

Not that I don't miss them every single day, but just saying...

@wonsummernight Miss your edits!!!!!! I know there isn't any new Jikook content just yet, but if there was a time we were in dire need for some heart wrenching Jikook edits, this is it!!!

Basically, this is me telling you "PLEASE COME BACK". 💜💜

So, I came today to cry a little, you know commiserating together with others takes the edge off a bit (note to self: keep telling yourself that, and you might start believing it too...), but also to remind y'all that SM is crap, a viper pit, a cec pool, where all the miserably unhappy ignorant assholes tend to flock to (this is about the assholes that have turned sm into such a place), either to create drama that will get them some much needed attention they aren't getting elsewhere, or to create a parallel universe where their dreams and wants come true, even if they have zero standing in reality. Oh, and I forgot those that are there to make some hard cash, by all means.

And why am I mentioning all of this, you may ask?

Well, because for some reason my hopes and dreams for a fandom cleanse are being shattered as we speak.

As you may already know, I've taken a step back lately. mainly distancing myself from SM, as it's been going downhill for ages now, but has become an even uglier place to visit in the past few months, I'd say ever since it's been known that JK and JM are enlisting TOGETHER and will be serving TOGETHER, basically being in each other's close vicinity 24/7 for 18 months (even if not sharing exact same duties within the unit) and spending off time together . And to clarify once again: Same unit, same posting (base), different duties within the unit.

You'd think that 3 months in, and after the initial shock, reality and truth would set in (even with the most delusional) that these two young men CHOSE to enlist together (free choice and steps taken by both of them to achieve this). And once again me reminding they are the only ones in the group to decide they want to do this and the only idols to ever do so.

But no. Who am I kidding? Probably wishful thinking on my part. You know, that these people will either wake up, smell the roses and just cope with reality, or plain and simply piss off (that's probably me being delusional at this point).

Point being, it's gotten even worse. Like who would have believed that would happen? Yeah, probably should have seen it coming though. When you have cult behavior, when you have those that profit off it (monetarily or otherwise), I should have known it would go this way. The need to dive even deeper into the filth of this earth, to create even dumber narratives, to, of course, spew even more hate towards either of them (depending what delusional team you are on).

Should have seen it all coming.

Sadly, instead of just leaving, tail between their legs, they are doubling down on their utterly delusional beliefs regarding these young men. Not without pain, I may add. Pain, that a small part of me, someone that tries very hard to be nice and good and positive, is now relishing (I lie... not that mall of a part after all). Their twists and turns, their made up shit to compensate for whatever shit JK, JM or Tae are throwing their way... kind of priceless. I mean, if they aren't going anywhere, should we not at least enjoy their demise?

Does that make me a bad person?

Honestly, I don't think so.

And Jikook being away from most of this, lighting the fire and walking away leaving their haters behind to burn, was a nice touch.

Now we just sit here silently wait for our little travel show...

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[vitaminseetarot]

PAC: Random Messages You May Need 🌈🎆⛅

Sup, y'all. I'm finally back for another pick a card reading. I really apologize if folks have not heard from me over the past month, I meant to get this reading (among other things) out a while ago. I have not been able to touch tarot for the past few weeks. Life has been… topsy turvy, to say the least. Heh heh. [sweating profusely]

I meant to have another game out and to have paid readings available by now--that is still part of the plan. What was meant for June will be in July. So this blog might go from 0 to 100 mph real soon, to move along with plans as intended!

I was loosely inspired by the Baker pride flag from 1978 for this group selection. These piles are pretty nondescript: each one contains a random message that may resonate with you. Pick based on whichever color of the Prism Oracle speaks to you most, and feel free to choose more than one. Take only what resonates.

Pile 1 - Strength (Red) Pile 2 - Happiness (Orange) Pile 3 - Illumination (Yellow) Pile 4 - Movement (Green) Pile 5 - Flow (Turquoise) Pile 6 - Trust (Blue) Pile 7 - Intuition (Violet) Pile 8 - Love (Pink)

Pile 1 - Strength (Red)

10 of Swords, Insight

You've been asked by the universe to put up with a lot, especially recently. You're reaching a finish line of a very long and brutal marathon. There have been too many times where you questioned whether or not to throw in the towel. If you have, you may also have questioned whether or not it was the correct choice. Sometimes, things don't work out, and it's better to move on. It can be difficult to hold everything up when one thing after another seems to fall apart at the seams, but either way you're being reminded of the light at the end of this long and turbulent tunnel.

Collect yourself, pick up what pieces you can. Time has shifted everything, but the essentials still stand. Gather the wisdom you have learned from this ordeal. There is still beauty to be found in the decay, glittering gems in the rough.

Maybe you don't want to get stronger. Healing may feel like a better option than grinding for difficult experience points. Give yourself the rest and repair you need. Let go of only that which is keeping you from starting again, but you don't need to throw the baby out with the bathwater. You've gained so much wisdom and strength, this trial wasn't without gain. Treasure it and begin anew.

Pile 2 - Happiness (Orange)

2 of Swords, Clarity

Whatever answers you seek are coming to you. Or perhaps they've already arrived; open your eyes and see for yourself. You may be wondering which path will satisfy you more. The process of reconciling this could take forever unless you lean on your gut here. This can't be decided based on intellect alone, for you could get stuck mulling it over for days. Imagining all the different possible outcomes could be taxing for your brain, so narrow it down. Eliminate the weakest links and home in on what excites you. It should feel like an "aha, yes!"

If you cannot see the answer right away, go within to the realm of imagination. Feel your way through. Visualize not just with sight but with yearning. Does the light of the sun make you feel hopeful? Does the cool rain make you feel relaxed? Would an art class expand your capacity to imagine many things, or would taking a science class?

The X mark in 2 of Swords is like a railroad crossing sign. Redirect that train of thought into brighter and more positive avenues of expression. Say "what if" as if you can't wait for something to happen. "What if I saw a shooting star tonight? What if my cute neighbor asked me out?" Let the future shine its beacon for you. It will all make sense in due time.

Pile 3 - Illumination (Yellow)

Ace of Cups, Reconciliation

Have you been staying up way too late trying to figure everything out? Please give yourself a brain curfew: no problem solving or saving the day after 10 pm! I'm getting that you may tend to ruminate on the same strong emotions. For some I'm getting that there is a crush here. There's inconsistent text messaging. I know it's easy to get too nervous about their reply, but try to wait until at least the next day to hear back. They may need time to formulate their words right. They may not even see your message straight away. Take it all in stride and sleep on it; if they want to reach out to you, then they eventually will.

For others in this pile, you may be going through a rough patch with another person right now and could be wondering how things will pan out. Give them time to respond, they could still be processing it. Stay on the more positive end of things with the idea that things will work themselves out. I feel like if you can manage this in a relaxed and non hurried way, the knot will untangle easily. The coffee in the Ace of Cups is very hot, so give it a chance to cool.

There is opportunity in your near future to make up for something that went awry due to a miscommunication error. You may get a chance to make up for a test, appointment, or an interview. You will receive grace for any mishaps. Remember that tomorrow won't necessarily be the same as today, so cherish both the good you have now along with the good that soon awaits you.

Pile 4 - Movement (Green)

IX Hermit, Devotion

Looks like things are progressing faster than you even thought they would. You may be blinking your eyes in partial disbelief: could this ball really be rolling? Indeed, thanks to your efforts, goals are being met and results are more evident by the day. You eschewed a lot of distractions to make this work, so give yourself a pat on the back for the level of commitment you put into it. Some of you in this pile may have just graduated, if so then congratulations! But try not to get too comfortable with your laurels, for you have a long road ahead of you in whatever you do next. This one completion is the start of many.

Does that thrill you? If so, wonderful! On the other hand, some of you may be feeling uncertain about continuing. You may be reviewing your options to see if this really is worth pursuing. Something that requires a lot of dedication and focus on it to the exclusion of all else… yeah, I can see how that can get tiring after a long time. There are folks who can get their Master's right after their Bachelor's, or have another child right after the first, but people can also happily move on to what feels more right for them instead.

It's okay to stop and assess your tracks if necessary. Taking time off is not the same as quitting. It's not losing motivation, it's recovering it. This is your passion and your discipline, not anyone else's. If you need to give other parts of your life more room to breathe, then do so with the confidence that your great work will wait for you.

Pile 5 - Flow (Turquoise)

4 of Wands, Hospitality

Have you been stuck with something for a while? There's a strong sense of a blockage that is being eroded away over time. This process can be sped up by allowing the ice to thaw a little more. "Break the ice." You may be wanting to open up and spend more quality time with other people but don't know how. Or you could be faced with meeting new people and being nervous about interacting with them. Even more so if they're roommates. A few people in this pile could be moving or have just moved. This is a chance to ease up and get to know new people.

This blockage could be a result of the past and of anxiety. The sound of a turning doorknob just jumpscared me as I typed the last sentence. You may benefit from learning about social anxiety and how to manage it. It's not an overnight job for you to fix this, though, but to just be aware of it and not allow it to get in the way of positive change in your life.

If you're struggling to figure out how to deal with meeting new people, I would suggest looking up videos or how-tos on social interaction, especially if a certain etiquette is required for an event. Learn about conversation starters and fun things you could do together like hosting a game night. Practice makes perfect, and over time the blockage will melt into the stream.

Pile 6 - Trust (Blue)

3 of Swords, Conversion

You have a very soft and tender outlook on life, which makes it all the more painful when reality doesn't conform to such a compassionate vision. It doesn't always try to respond to vulnerability in appropriate ways. Much of the time, this isn't from natural events as much as it stems from the ways in which people can treat one another cruelly. You've had some toxic people in your life who have put you through the wringer and attempted to squeeze every ounce of kindness they could from you. Making light of this pain to them only resulted in further deflection and antagonism on their part. The only outcome was to salvage whatever you could and pray for the best.

It is not your job to change their closed minded perspectives. They're on their own, here. Do not concern yourself with their messy inner world and lose any more of your energy. Also, do not attempt to regain what energy has been lost through bargaining either, as much as it hurts to press onward without looking back. You will recover, but you have to move on first and prioritize what you deeply care about most (you included).

There will come a time when your heart will be healed so you can see the brighter side of human connection again. All the beauty that your gentle soul is seeking is still there, shrouded by layers of protective petals that will one day bloom again and your life will truly flourish. For now, this is a time to give yourself all the comfort you can.

Pile 7 - Intuition (Violet)

XII Hanged Man, Spring

I get the feeling that you've been waiting quite a while for some good results to come in. This could either be from something that you started back in the spring, or are waiting to see results which may come around springtime. It is a season of flowers, so you may be waiting for this thing to blossom--that is, to be fully presentable to the public in some way. To have something to show for the time you put in. Like "hey, this is what I've been working on, this came from the seeds I planted." It could be growing in a direction unlike what you're used to, leaving you wondering how it could succeed in such unusual and burdensome conditions.

Lean on your inner guidance when it comes to the right timing. I don't believe that you're currently in a space where you need to push so hard for the best results. You can let things move at their own pace. Over tending to anything can end up in just as much trouble as neglect. There's only so much you can do before you have to let the flower do the growing and blooming for itself.

It's not always easy to sit in the place of uncertainty with the idea that doing more will provide more. But sometimes less is more. What you're creating is coming to fruition and may even turn out better than you expected. Trust in both the knowledge you've earned over time from learning lessons, as well as your natural intuition, to help you decide when it's time to take action.

Pile 8 - Love (Pink)

7 of Swords, Gossip

Let your heart lead the way here, not your worries over what others will think. Sure, you may end up with some people talking about you, but opportunities will keep passing by if you wait for everyone else to catch up to you. Leaning too much on everyone else's perspectives will only distort the vision you have for your own life journey. We all have unique journeys to go on, but unconditional kindness remains at the center of the Love card, the one thing that brings us together. Following life from a heart centered place may result in having others glance over and whisper, but that shouldn't distract you.

There is a rather delicate message here about dealing with friendships, colleagues, or possibly even family. You may have a tricky situation between several other people right now who have beef not with you but with each other. They may be coming to you to air their grievances and ask for advice.

If you care about both of these people, then it's best to approach this issue as diplomatically and impartially as possible and avoid feeding into the conflict. What would an enlightened mindset do in this situation? How would you want the other person to behave if they were in your shoes? Come from a place of pure compassion. They may choose to make amends or not, it's up to them. If their butting heads is bringing you down, it's always okay to step back and take a break. You are not responsible for what's going on in their heart, only your own, so protect yours well.

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2024, @VitaminseeTarot ™

[anonymooseforever007]

Field Deer. Forest Horse

(Platonic Tommy Shelby x Female reader)

Summary: Arriving home from work Tommy is surprised to see Finn's best friend waiting on his front step with a bundle in her arms asking for his help. This can't be t.... why is it moving?

In which we also see how much of a little horse girl Thomas Shelby really is....

A/N: Hi Y'all! No Trigger warnings for this one aside from mentions of assumed pregnancy (but no actual). Also despite what Tommy first thinks, this story is entirely platonic in both the readers relationship with Finn and Tommy, and there are not actually human babies. I just have an idea that anytime Tommy is approached with a squirming bundle he thinks it's gonna be related to him somehow. This was really fun to write! Enjoy❤️

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Tommy Shelby had just arrived back home when he heard someone calling his name. Looking to his front steps, he saw his youngest brother's best friend hurrying towards him with a bundle in her arms. 

"Tommy! You're home, great! I need you to help me."

Now Tommy hadn't seen Y/N in a few months truthfully, he was usually busy with work and she lived in London. Most weekends Finn would end up going down to her place to cause whatever trouble they could, away from Polly's watchful eye. So really, her and Tommy's paths rarely crossed. But Tommy was still fond of the girl and the slight stress in her voice, didn't stop his growing concern....

Nor did the suspiciously wrapped object in her arms ease his fears and....Oh great, it was moving.... Pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes, Tommy tried to recalled what Y/N looked like the last time he'd seen her, hoping the bundle wasn't what he thought it was.... Please tell him Finn hadn't been that stupid...

"Tommy, it is really important! About a baby. Finn won't help either and I don't know what else to do!"

Fuck....

Pinching the bridge of his nose harder, Tommy closed his eyes again and tried to control his breathing. Yes, he was extremely pissed that Finn not only gone off and gotten his best friend pregnant, but also hidden the secret from his family for months. Now he'd obviously not been able to face the consequences and left the poor girl and babe all by her lonesome. Fucking really Finn? Tommy thought the family had raised him better than that. But despite Tommy's annoyance, he knew it wasn't time to take it out on the girl before him. If she really did just have a baby, she need more than just his help. He'd have to call a family meeting and once they all met the kid, they could take turns tanning Finn's ass. Sure, it wasn't too much different from what Tommy and John and Ada themselves had done. Come to think of it, not a single firstborn of the Shelby siblings had been "expected" so to speak. But at least they'd taken responsibility for their late night actions. And Tommy would be damned if his little brother didn't have to do the same. 

Talking one last deep breath, Tommy opened his eyes and looked down at the girl now standing a few feet in front of him. He could see her clothes were dirty from something and she had some small scratches on her left forearm. But still he was more concerned about the squirming mass in her arms. Running a hand though his hair, Tommy tried to think of the best way to console the girl. Putting a hand on her shoulder, Tommy began his speech about how she really was family now.

"It's gonna be alright Y/N. I know things may see tough right now, but I promise we'll be here to help you. Finn may not have the balls to help with this baby, bu..."

Stepping back, Y/N tilted her head, confused at Tommy's words. It was at that moment another noise came from the small blanket and for the first time Tommy saw light brown hair poking out from the blanket....But something seemed off about it.

"Tommy what are you talking about? Finn's not lacking the balls for anything, he's just still stuck at the office doing work. Polly said she'd skin him if he didn't get those papers done today. Besides he's not the one I need to talk to about the baby.... You are."

For a second, Tommy's heart stopped as an absolutely terrifying idea entered his mind. 

It wasn't Tommy baby was it? 

In the back of his mind, Tommy knew it wasn't true. But it also wouldn't be the first time, someone gave him the "surprise you're a dad" talk. She wasn't really tying to tell him it was his kid... was she? He didn't even remember that last time he saw Y/N, let alone ever..... She was his brother's best friend. Tommy wouldn't do that, no matter how drunk or high he'd gotten. He wasn't Freddie fucking Thorne for fucks sake...rest his soul. Shaking his head, Tommy's brow furrowed. No, that was completely impossible, there had to be some other explanation. 

"Y/N, I don't know what you're going on about but that's not my kid."

"....Of course it's not your kid?" Y/N's eyes widened at she realised what Tommy was thinking. Her own nose scrunched at the idea of it all and she chucked at Tommy's concerned face. "Oh Tommy do you think it's a real baby," she asked and moving forwards again, Y/N pulled back the blanket showing Tommy the truth. "Well it is a baby, but it's not a human baby. Look."

A baby deer.

That's what it was. A tiny little thing, that couldn't have been more than a week old. It probably weighted less than Tommy's briefcase. Stepping closer, he could also see it was injured. A few deeper scratches marred its back and Tommy could make out a few deeper wounds that reminded him of the imprint barbed wire left. Not to mention the poor thing was shaking harder than Tommy himself after a nightmare. Gently reaching out, Tommy lightly touched an uninjured part of the fawn's back, frowning when it flinched. Forgetting his previous concerns, Tommy quietly shushed the trembling animal and held his hand out for the fawn to smell. He was more than happy to ignore the problems of people, but Tommy always did have a soft spot for animals. 

"What happened to it?"

Pursing her lips, Y/N remembered the scene she'd dragged the small thing from only an hour before. 

"I found her on the side of the road on my way back to London. Pulled off to have a snack and found her crying all wrapped up in this old wire fence. And that wasn't even the worst of it Tom," Y/N revealed, "I looked around for her mum, and she was dead just a little ways down. I think someone hit her while crossing the road and the poor baby got stuck in the wire in her panic. I'm telling ya, Tommy, that doe has been there for a few days, I can't even imagine how hurt the baby must be!"

Y/N sighed, holding the baby deer a bit closer, as if she could cuddle away all its trama. Not even a week old, and it had already seen so much. Y/N had spent the next hour with her pocket knife trying to cut the poor thing out of its wire prison. She'd even gotten a few scrapes of her own when the fawn was panicking too much and wouldn't hold still, throwing itself as hard as it could to get away from its rescuer. Eventually though, the deer seems to accept its fate, though constantly shaking, as Y/N cut the final ties. Not that that was even the end of everything. So badly hurt, the fawn could barely even stand and Y/N knew if she left the baby by the road it would die. And she couldn't bare the thought of that. Tommy listened quietly as she explained her tale, still gently petting the fawn's head with two fingers.

"And so I brought her here. I was gonna go to Curly at first, seeing as I think he'd know the most. But then Arthur said Curly had gone down with John to pick drop the new horse off at May Carlton's place. So I decided to come here next. Based on what Finn said you'd probably be the next best help! You know more about them than I do!"

Tilting his head, Tommy raised an eyebrow at Y/N's words. Truthfully, Esme or Polly would have been the best to go to for a hurt animal. And he loved Curly too, but Tommy couldn't fathom why Y/N would go to him for help. Curly actually hated deers, they were one of he few animals he'd never enjoyed.... at least outside of Polly's stew. He may have been nicer to the baby deer, but Tommy knew even then, he'd probably be reluctant. And then Tommy himself was also a bit of a wild card when it came to the animal. Sure he'd hunted them before with his brothers, but Tommy never really looked much into the animals deeper that. Nevertheless, he accepted Y/N's plea, carefully taking the small creature from her arms, already making a mental list of supplies he'd need.

"Y/N? I'm still gonna help you with it, but I can't promise it'll do much yeah? I'm don't know much about deers and I'm definitely not any animal doctor. I guess we can try, but I'm not making any fucking promises."

Beaming at him, Y/N clapped her hands twice, pleased at his cooperation. 

"I knew you could do it! After all, horses aren't much more than field deer!"

Tommy froze in his steps, tensing up like he'd been shot. Did she really just.... Tommy turned around so fast, Y/N was scared the fawn would go flying from his arms.

"Fucking what?"

Nervously Y/N laughed. Even holding an adorable baby deer as gently as he did his son, Thomas Shelby's narrowed eyes were slightly intimidating.

"You know, horses....They're basically like deer, but bigger... and live in fields.... So they're Field Deer."

Mouth opened, Tommy looked down at the small deer in his arms with distaste, almost as if he was reconsidering his entire offer to help. 

For lack of a better word, Thomas Shelby was offended. Possibly more so than he'd ever been in his life.

"Deer aren't anything like horses."

"Yeah they are."

"How."

"...They both have hooves and fur and noses..." Y/N started off, hesitating. Truth be told, she knew nothing about either animal, that's why she wanted Tommy's help. "They both eat a lot of leaves and flowers and grass, and th..."

"Horses don't just eat leaves or flowers or grass. They mainly eat hay." Tommy interrupted.

"Hay is a type of grass, wise ass," Y/N shot back. "Besides you can't deny they look alike and act alike! Wave an apple slice in their face and they're practically the same species!"

Tommy scoffed.

"Horses are big and majestic and strong, and if trained right aren't afraid of anything. They're smart and loyal and good, and if you find the right one it'll help you for years," Tommy defend, thinking of all the horses he'd had before. "You won't ever find an animal as good as a horse mark my fucking words. While deer.... deer freeze in their steps the second they see danger. They're weak. You saw that today didn't ya?"

Gasping at his audacity, Y/N glared right back at him, reaching out to cover the poor fawn's ears, as if protecting her from Tommy's uncalled for blow. 

"Thomas Shelby, how dare you! Now maybe deer aren't as big or powerful as horses, but that's taking it too far! Speak the differences all you want, but not that one. The poor thing's still shaking and you have the nerve to be so cruel! Apologise right now!"

Tommy didn't even have to look down to feel the constant shaking in his arms....alright maybe that was a low blow. But he still wasn't going to apologise to the deer. It's not like it would even understand him.

"I'm not doing that."

"Yes you are." Arms crossed, Y/N waited patiently for Tommy to give in. She didn't even have to press him. For as cruel as Tommy could be to people, he did quite like animals. Only around him a few times, Y/N had already witnessed the gentle way he'd spoken to his horses or Cyril. The fact he'd even taken Cyril in when Alfie "died" was enough for her to know Tommy couldn't turn away an animal in need, even if he "hated" the man it came from. She was sure the small bit of conscious he so often locked away would be free soon. If only for a few minutes. And right she was, only a few seconds later, the small animal let out a pained whine and Tommy's eyes shot down to it. Carefully petting its head again, with blue eyes meeting chocolate brown, he hesitated a bit before grumbling.

"Alright, alright, shouldn't have said that to ya should I? Wasn't very nice of me was it? I said I'd help ya and I will. You're gonna be alright."

Nuzzling into his touch, finally, the deer stopped shaking. Tommy smirked softly at his achievement and Y/N smirked gently at Tommy, knowing she'd won the argument. She didn't understand why Tommy couldn't recognise the similarities and was so against the titles. 

"See, she even falls right into the palm of your hand, after a few nice words Tom. Just like all the horses do. Proving my point further. You may not think it, but you can't deny the truth forever! Field. Deer."

Sighing, Tommy just rolled his eyes, recognising how the woman got along so well with his family. When it came down to it, she could be just as stubborn as the rest of them. However, unlike the rest of his siblings, Tommy didn't have any blackmail he could use to make Y/N back down. 

"Alright maybe they are similar yeah? But you can't just call a horse a fucking Field Deer. That's just disrespectful to them. Horses are the stronger ones, and more useful." He turned, finally walking into his house, heading for his office where he knew bandages were kept. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes and headed after him.

"Alright Tommy, I'll keep that in mind."

Tommy nodded his head, still absentmindedly rubbing the fawn's head. Its breathing had gotten deeper now, not from injury, but from the fact that Tommy's gently pets had lulled it to sleep. 

"Good. Horses aren't Field Deer... If anything deer are .... Forest Horses."

It was Y/N's turn to freeze before she belted out cackling, finally realising where Tommy's initial defensiveness came from.

"FOREST HORSES! Fucking Hell! You weren't mad I said deer were like horses at all were ya! You just got pissy because I related the horse to the deer, instead of the deer to the horse!"

She laughed again, while Tommy just stood by silently. Even is she was right he'd never admit it. No, the Thomas Shelby would never confess he got into an argument over a childish nickname for horses. Especially if it was an argument he "lost" in the end. 

"Alright, alright. You've had your fun. Now go run to the kitchen and grab me a bowl of water yeah? And if you find Francis tell her to take one of Charlie's old baby bottles and fill it with some warm milk." Tommy cut in, nudging you towards the hall with his left foot as his hands were still full of the sleeping baby deer. "And after I'm done looking at this one, you're gonna let me look at the scratches on your arms too....Don't wrinkle your nose at me, it won't hurt that much."

Saluting the older man mockingly, Y/N nodded twice before tapping the sleeping deer on the nose. 

"Any other orders for the nurse, doctor? Should I bring some hay for the little filly or a blanket that's been heated over the mantle?"

Scoffing lightly, Tommy just shook his head. 

"No hay for the baby yet nurse, but get to it quick, yeah. Suppose to have a family meeting in a few minutes and I don't need them poking fun of me for going soft, now do I?"

"He says as he cuddles the injured baby deer," Y/N mumbled to herself, already halfway out of the room. "Not that I can blame him though, she is pretty cute."

Watching Y/N walk turn down the corner, Tommy took it upon himself to finally step into his office. The only one inside was Cyril, whose head immediately shot up at the new smell. Lumbering over to the couch Tommy had settled down on, the large mastiff gently sniffed the small creature. After a few moments, Cyril looked at Tommy and then back at the deer. Then he sat down and rested his head on the edge of the couch, staring curiously at the fast asleep fawn. Reaching over to pet the dog's head, Tommy let out a small laugh.

"You like her, don't you boy? That's alright I think I do too. Maybe we can keep her around for a bit eh? What do you say Cyril? Want a new friend?"

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[mikachacha]

Hi, lovely! I hope that you're doing well! May I please request a fic for Bada? Where reader is the leader of a girl group and happens to meet Bada at either an award show or somewhere else and the end up spending time together and slowly develop feeling for each other but are both scared to confess until reader has enough and decides to confess despite the fact that shes super shy and a blushing and stuttering mess throughout the confession, she finally asks Bada to be her gf. (Or at least tries to but Bada interrupts and asks first, since I feel like she's competitive like that, and readers confession makes Bada bolder..)

Delicate (Bada Lee x Idol! Reader)

Synopsis: Confessing your love to the person whom you met at an event a few months ago

Warnings: just idiots in love, a bit of in denial and some overthinking

A/N: Y'all are really digging Bada and Idol! Reader fics and it's so cute 🥹🥹

"I-I like you, okay?! I like you so much and I don't know if you feel the same way or whatever! You make me feel so special when.. When we spend time together and I don't know if you're like that to anyone, not that it matters.. Well it kinda does but that's beside the point. I'm sorry if this is all weird or if I misinterpreted your actions but here we are. Lee Bada, I-I like you.. So much!" you confessed to Bada as you sat together at the park, watching the stars together like you always do when the skies are clear at night. How did it come to this?

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Well it started exactly 5 months ago, when you were at an awards show with your group. She was there, being the hotshot choreographer that she is and you interacted all throughout the event since you were sitting close to each other. You found her really sweet, playful and just really nice. It was like destiny really pulled all the strings to get you and her in the same room that night. You really hit it off right away, talking, laughing and just being so comfortable with each other like you've been friends for years.

One thing led to another and after the event, you were constantly messaging each other on instagram before you gave her your number. You texted and called each other daily, without fail. You just felt so comfortable with Bada and she felt the same about you. It's like the day isn't complete if she can't hear your voice or see your face while you're face timing her as you did your skincare routine before bed.

Not long after that, you began inviting her when you're hanging out with friends and she'd invite you when she's hanging out with her team or when she's teaching. Hell, you even signed up for her classes just so you guys can hang out right after. You and Bada became inseparable and more often than not, acted like a couple even without realizing it until someone points it out to which you'd both laugh and deny, saying you're just really good friends that would either earn an eye roll or people straight up telling you both to just date each other.

It usually didn't bother you that much until you'd go on 'friendly dates' with Bada. Like hanging out at the park late at night to star gaze and snuggle against each other, eat at some new restaurants together or just go on random road trips whenever both your schedules clear up. You tried to tell yourself that she's just being friendly with you and the things you do together are just normal things friends do. But no matter how much you deny it, your heart always betrays you. You feel giddy whenever she greets you 'good morning' or how your heart skips a beat whenever you see her. Yup, you've got it real bad. You're head over heels for Bada.

"I'm scared.. What if she doesn't like me? What if she's just being friendly and I got it all wrong then she'll hate me!" you cried one night to your group and the girls just looked at each other before comforting you. They feel bad for you and your current situation but they also feel bad for betting with team Bebe on who will confess first between you and Bada. It's obvious that you and Bada are so in love with each other. From the posts, to the little dates and did they mention the daily calls and messages? Yeah, only a fool wouldn't see that you guys are so in love and just waiting on one another to finally confess.

"Unnie.. I'm sure she likes you too. I mean what's not to like? Beautiful, talented and sweet. I mean, if you're not into Bada-unnie, I'd ask you out." Ari jokingly said as she rubbed your back to get you to stop crying. You playfully smacked her and wiped away your tears.

"I mean, there's only one way to find out. Tell her what you feel and whatever happens, we'll be here for you maybe with some soju and some chicken." Hana jokingly said and you hugged your group. You're thankful to have them as your friends even though you just mess with each other most of the time but you got each other's backs especially on situations like this.

You thought about confessing to Bada for weeks until you finally gathered enough courage that led to this current predicament. Bada looked at you, she didn't say anything yet as the confession is still processing in her head. It's like her brain has short circuited and she couldn't form any words.

The lack of response scared you and you couldn't help the tears that rolled down your cheeks, feeling your heart sink. You got up and were about to leave when Bada pulled you back and hugged you tight, kissing the top of your head and saying 'thank you', 'sorry', and 'i feel the same way' over and over. You hugged her back, now full on sobbing as you felt relieved and happy that she feels the same way as you do. That you weren't just being delusional.

"I.. Wow.. I'm sorry if I scared you when I didn't respond right away. I just can't believe that this is all happening, that you feel the same way as I do.." Bada finally says and moves away just a bit so she can see your face. She wiped your tears away and kissed your forehead. You don't know what came over you but you pulled her in for a soft kiss before pulling away, your cheeks burning red after realizing what you just did.

"Bada.. I really like you and I was wondering if-" you didn't even get to finish what you were saying when she pulled you in for another kiss, this time a little longer but you're not complaining. You love the way her lips feel against yours.

"Y/N, you pretty pretty girl.. You don't have to respond right away but I'm gonna ask anyways. Will you please be my girlfriend?" Bada asked the same question as you were about to ask her. You could swear that you look like a tomato from how hot your face feels at the moment. Yeah, you imagined Bada asking you to be her girlfriend a few times but now that she's asking you for real felt so different. It's like a million butterflies are in your belly right now and that your heart is beating a thousand times a minute in your chest.

"I was about to ask you if you didn't cut me off with a kiss!" you whined which made Bada laugh and kiss you again. She just couldn't get enough of you and your lips. She just couldn't get over the feeling of being so in love with you and you feeling the same thing.

"I'm sorry, I just can't help it." She says, a playful smile on her lips and you shook your head in amusement .

"Very cheesy but to answer your question, yes. I'd love to be your girlfriend." you told her and she hugged you, a grin on her face like she just won the lottery now that you're officially girlfriends.

[dragonpro-809]

As the Trick-or-Treaters return home with buckets of candy, and the month of spooks and haunts comes to a close, the Retaenamiers return to the shadows of the woodlands, awaiting the next year where the entire month, humans celebrate spooks and scares with smiles and laughter.

While it's rather confusing to the Retaenamiers, they can't help but enjoy scaring the humans till they drop their buckets of candy at their feet...Or are mistaken as fellow humans in strange outfits going from door to door for treats by kids so pure of heart...Perhaps a day where they can blend in with the freights and enjoy the strange yet sweet treats humans make without them running away isn't too bad after all...

Till next year...The man eaters wish everyone a Happy Halloween.

...

I hope y'all have enjoyed all of these posts leading up to the drop of my new sona and blog! I hadn't exactly planned for the drop to be on Halloween, but a few things happened irl, and I figured why not have some fun with it!

And if you were curious...Yes, all these posts were a lead up to the reveal of my brand new sona AND my new blog!

To my OG follows who have known me as the strange purple and green wyvern on the internet, I will have a new face, but the same name. Dragonpro shall live on even if the sona herself has stepped down from the spotlight :>

Now...Without further ado...Everyone meet the man-eater themselves...

Okami Echosong!!

I am so happy to finally have a new sona that helps represent this new version of me. I've gotten older, and a lot has happened that has helped to shape me into who I am now, and while Pro may still be my personal sona forever and always, Okami here helps to represent the new, older me.

Going forward, mostly on this blog and occasional on my other blog, you will see a lot of posts featuring this (preferred) genderless goober, so just a heads up there!!

I just want to say thank you, everyone, for the unconditional love and support throughout the years and recently. Knowing people like the dumb, silly stuff I post here and there means the world to me, and I'm glad you all have given me the chance to show you what I can offer. So, thank you so much again, y'all are awesome <3

Thanks for sticking around for the grand reveal, and I hope to see you guys stick around for what all I have in store ^^

Know you are loved, blessed, and amazing. Always believe in yourself, never be too hard on yourself, and know I'm rooting for ya every step of the way.

Until next time,

Peace out for now my fellow dragons and humans <3

Oh, and Happy (Late) Halloween!!!

[wayward-dreamer]

Far From Innocent - Part 2

Pairing: Soldier Boy x Female!Reader

Word count: 2,874

Summary: Y/N's life is quite simple. She's engaged to be married in a few months, she has the easiest job at Vought American, and she stays out of the drama or away from rumors she's heard around the office. An encounter with Soldier Boy, Vought's most respected hero, quickly changes all of that and she soon realizes that there's more to life than what she's settled for. (Set in the 50s)

Warnings: Angst, swearing, degrading language, typical 1950s misogyny, sexual thoughts, thoughts of cheating, actual cheating, drinking, smoking, drug use, implied smut

A/N: I'm so glad y'all enjoyed the first part. Next one will be out in a few days. Happy reading and enjoy! beta'd by my darling @hintsofhoney

A few weeks had passed since Y/N had that brief glimpse into Soldier Boy’s private life. From that day she had done everything she could to avoid seeing him again. She kept her head down and distracted herself with as much work as possible, forwarding any request that had to do with him onto someone else. She had managed to keep to herself and be completely oblivious to what the supes got up to for the two years she had been working there, but suddenly since that moment, it wasn’t so easy anymore. The rumors she thought may not be true, now definitely were especially after what she had witnessed that day and since then.

She had tried so hard to not be anywhere in the vicinity of Soldier Boy, but a late night or two working at the office had their paths crossing. She had noticed him with Tek Knight and two women, trying to sneak into the building from the service elevator to his penthouse on one occasion. The other time he was chatting up a new female supe, one that Vought had been hoping to sign with, but Y/N hadn’t seen her again after that.

Despite it all, there was still an allure and mystery that she was intrigued by. She still found herself wanting to know more, wanting to do more, and do it all with him. She and Jim had tried to be intimate again, but he had of course fallen into the same problem and she was left to take care of herself once he fell asleep.

She wasn’t sure how much more of it she could take.

They hadn’t talked about it, and she wondered whether she should mention it to him, but she had a feeling that wouldn’t be the smartest idea. So she ignored it, pretended like everything was okay as they continued their lunch break tradition, went home together, spent weekends planning for the wedding and avoiding what she knew would be a touchy subject.

She also continued to ignore the forbidden desires she had been having about America’s greatest superhero, only allowing herself to think about those things at the hour of the lonely and dreaming.

“So, the country club is booked and I’m going for my suit fitting…”

Y/N drowned out Jim’s ramblings of the wedding as she continued to stock the coffee and tea cart with napkins, spoons, sugar packets and everything else she had been asked to do. They had been short staffed for the shoot and needed more people to help, so he convinced her and a few others to join. He didn’t tell her what it was for, and she didn’t really care. She just needed to avoid a run-in with Soldier Boy.

“Y/N?” he called out, waving his hand in front of her face and breaking her out of her reverie. “Did you hear me?”

“Yes,” she replied, clearing her throat. “Country club, suit fitting, it’s all settled.”

“And you’re going for your dress fitting with your mom this weekend, right?” he asked, taking her hand and making her face him.

“Yeah,” she sighed, mustering up a smile.

“Well, you better hide it before I come over on Saturday, ‘cause we don’t need any bad luck…” he whispered, leaning in and kissing her lips, softly.

Y/N hummed as she kissed him back, trying to pull away as she wasn’t a fan of public displays like that, but Jim cupped her cheek to keep her from moving. The sound of heavy footsteps reached her ears, causing her eyes to snap open just as a group of suits from advertising walked in, followed by hero management who flanked the star of today’s shoot, Soldier Boy. She pulled away from the kiss, watching as he marched past them, lighting a cigarette as he pushed through.

“S-Soldier Boy’s doing the commercial?” she asked, looking up at Jim.

“Yeah, who else would?” he remarked, shrugging his shoulders.

“You didn’t tell me that,” she murmured, frowning at him.

“So?” he questioned, confusion written on his face. “It’s not a big deal, sweetie. We just needed a couple people to help. He’s not even gonna notice you.”

That might be a good thing she thought to herself as she let out a heavy sigh.

“Don’t be nervous,” he told her, patting her shoulder before he walked away towards the supe.

“I’m not,” she whispered, rolling her eyes as she knew that was a lie.

Y/N stayed by the table as she continued to observe, her eyes never leaving the man in green and gold. He put out the cigarette as one of the assistants handed him the pack of Marlboro for the advert. He had the script in his other hand, throwing it at the assistant just as the director called for people to move out of the shot.

“And we’re rolling,” he announced, glancing behind him at the crew before turning back to Soldier Boy. “Whenever you’re ready, sir.”

Just as Soldier Boy lifted his head to look down the lens, he noticed someone standing further away near the food table. Y/N. He had wondered if he would ever see her around again, especially after he found her in his apartment, watching him. He saw as she stared back at him, her hands clutching nervously as the belt around her waist. His lips pulled up into a smirk, causing a sharp exhale to leave her, her gaze dropping to the floor just as he looked away from her into the camera.

Y/N looked down at her watch, hoping that in another few minutes they could dismiss her, and she could go back to her regular job. She needed to get away as fast as possible. She busied herself with making a pyramid out of the Styrofoam cups, briefly glancing up with every take that the director wanted. She smiled as Jim walked over, wrapping his arm around her shoulders as he kissed her temple, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

“What do you say we sneak outta here and have some fun,” he mumbled into her ear.

“Actually, I think I’m gonna head back up and work,” she stated, shifting away from him.

“Hey, come on, we got some time to kill,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as he pulled her into his arms.

“Jimmy, I can’t,” she laughed, lightly as she looked up at him. “I have a lot to do-”

“It’s nothing that can’t wait,” he cut her off, pressing his lips to hers.

She squeaked as she pushed at his shoulders, ripping her mouth away from his as she frowned up at him. “It’s my job, Jimmy.”

“I know that-” he started but she had him gulping with the glare she gave him.

“Do you?” she countered, raising an eyebrow.

“Sweetie, let’s not do this here,” he lowered his voice, briefly glancing around to make sure no one was looking at him.

“Oh, but you only wanted to have sex here,” she hissed.

His eyes narrowed as he stared down at her, taking a firm grip of her forearm. “Keep your voice down.”

“Let go of me,” she growled, pulling herself out of his grasp.

With one last scowl, she stalked away from him and stood closer to some of the other employees, all busy with their work. She crossed her arms across her chest as she watched them redress the shot, before the director called action. She moved slowly, standing a few steps behind him, her eyes focused on the supe in front of the camera. Just as he reached the end of the lines, he took out a cigarette from the pack, placed it between his lips and lifted the lighter, lighting the tip. He took a drag, his gaze locking with hers as he did. He blew out a long puff of smoke, their eyes never leaving each other. She felt her thighs quiver, making her press them together in order to keep herself from falling.

“…old fashioned flavor in the new way to smoke,” he recited the end, smirking at the camera as he took another drag.

“Cut!” the director yelled. “That was great, sir. Let’s run it again-”

“Fuck this,” Soldier Boy growled, standing up from the stool so fast it tipped over. “Give me ten…”

“Sir, we should really just keep rolling,” one of the suits interjected, trying to stop him from leaving.

“No, we take ten,” he snapped, his green orbs glaring at the man in front of him. “We square?”

“Y-Yes,” the guy stuttered, a shaky nod accompanying his nervous speech.

“Can we get you anything, sir?” Jim asked, walking over as he saw the situation.

“Jack,” Soldier Boy briefly acknowledged him, dropping his focus and fixing his glove.

“It’s Jim, sir,” he corrected, but the polite smile on his face quickly dropped as the supe turned to him.

Soldier Boy’s face was void of expression, clearly unimpressed. “Whatever. Coffee, iced.”

“On it,” Jim declared, about to step away but he saw the supe had something else to add.

“And uh… have your girl over there deliver it,” Soldier Boy added, nodding towards Y/N as she handed coffees out to some of the employees. His eyes took her in, a small grin on his lips as he slapped Jim’s shoulder, not bothering to look at him. “Thanks, kid.”

Jim sighed deeply as he saw Soldier Boy walk away into one of the small rooms across from the setup. He turned back and spotted Y/N at the snack table, making his way over to her. She quickly glanced up at him before turning her attention back to making a fresh brew.

“Listen, uh… Soldier Boy wants you to bring him an iced coffee,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck. “But I can-”

“No, I’ll do it,” she said, staring up at him blankly. “It’s not like I have anything else to do, right?”

“Y/N,” he breathed, shaking his head but he never got the chance to say anything else.

She strutted away from Jim, nervous to be facing the man she had been having sinful thoughts about for the past few weeks, but relieved to be anywhere but near her fiancé for a few minutes.

Y/N knocked on the door as she took a deep breath, letting it out in a long exhale. She waited for a few seconds, before she rapped her knuckles on the wood again, not wanting a repeat situation of a few weeks ago. She wasn’t sure who could’ve walked into the room while she was out getting Soldier Boy his coffee. A rasped “come in” came from behind the door, and she turned the knob to enter, a sigh of relief leaving her to see him alone. He looked up at her as he wiped under his nose, wiping the surface of the table before he stood up, his signature smirk on his face as he walked around the desk in the small office and she walked over. His helmet was off and sitting on the table, his flippy locks on display and only adding to his charm.

“Here you go, sir,” she mumbled, not meeting his eyes as she handed him his drink.

His gaze never left her as he took a sip from the glass, closing his eyes with a low hum of approval. “Ah, that’s fucking swell. Thanks, sugar.”

“No problem,” she said, nodding slowly. She needed to leave immediately, because there was no way she could survive the way he was looking at her. “Well, I should get back-”

“To that fiancé of yours?” he asked, a pointed look on his face.

She lifted her head to meet his eyes, slightly surprised that he remembered that. She didn’t think someone of his stature would.

“Things seem a little… tense,” he added, leaning back against the desk. “I might’ve noticed.”

She huffed, shaking her head as she clasped her hands in front of her. “That’s putting it mildly.”

“Let me guess… you two did the horizontal tango and he popped it too quick, right?” he prodded, raising an eyebrow.

Her eyes widened as she gasped. She couldn’t speak, far too shocked at what he had just said. Her reaction was enough of an answer for him.

“Anything I can help with?” he asked, his words incredibly suggestive as he kept his intense gaze on her.

She felt her cheeks heat up as she stared back at him, but she tried to remain stoic. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. That-That’s never happened.”

“Oh, come on, doll,” he chuckled, the sound deep and husky as he placed the glass on the desk and looked back at her. “You can’t fucking pretend you didn’t like what you saw that morning. If your guy’s got a problem with his pecker, there’s no way you’re gettin’ what you need.”

She stood frozen in front of him, unable to use her voice to contradict him because she couldn’t. She couldn’t deny the truth.

Soldier Boy took advantage of her stillness, his hand reaching out and slipping a finger under the belt around her waist. He pulled on it, a gasp escaping her as her feet shifted against the carpet, her body instantly pressing into the hard wall of muscle, her hands on his broad shoulders. Their faces were inches apart, his green eyes boring into hers that were wide like saucers, a grin spreading as he caught them glance down at his plump lips.

“And I think we both know what you need,” he whispered, his voice low and gravelly as his breath brushed against her mouth.

A small whimper left her as she stared up at him, breathing heavily at their close proximity. This was the closest she had ever been to him, a brief thought of wanting to be even closer crossed her mind, but she quickly pushed it away.

“What?” she squeaked out.

He laughed lightly, taking in every feature of her face. “To finally act on all the slutty things you’ve been thinking about.”

She let out a shuddered breath as they continued to stare at each other, her eyes still showing a hint of uncertainty, very slowly giving way to a glimpse of confidence.

“Maybe,” she breathed, a small smile pulling at her lips.

“Why don’t we find out for sure,” he suggested, his hands slipping down to rest on her hips. “Tomorrow night.”

“I-I can’t,” she stuttered, shaking her head. She couldn’t do that to Jim.

“I think you can,” he interjected, a cocky grin on his face. “I think you will.”

Just as she opened her mouth, a sharp knock on the door broke them out of their lust-filled haze. Y/N jumped back a few steps, his hands slipping away from her sides as he glared up at their door.

“Sir! We’re ready for you!” a man’s voice yelled from the other side.

“All a bunch of fucking cock blockers,” he muttered under his breath as he picked up his drink.

Y/N brushed down the skirt of her grey dress, adjusting the belt back into place before she looked up at Soldier Boy. He held his helmet under his arm, his drink in the other as he walked over to the door, turning back to her with that smile that made her knees weak.

“9 o’clock, if you change your mind,” he instructed, opening the door. “You know where I’ll be…”

And with that suggestion, she was left alone in the room to contemplate everything he had said.

“Fuck,” she huffed out, placing her hands on her hips as her eyes snapped shut.

He knew what she needed and was willing to help her, but there was no way she could take him up on his offer. She was engaged to be married, and even with how much they had been fighting lately and their problems in the bedroom, she loved Jim. She couldn’t do that to him.

Stepping out of the small office, she walked past Soldier Boy as he got back to filming the commercial, looking around others to see where Jim was. She saw no sign of him, sighing heavily as she wondered if he was upset with her. She shouldn’t have been so annoyed with him. She heard voices down the hallway, her heels clacking against the floorboards as she went to investigate. Her lips spread into a smile as she saw her fiancé walk out of the storeroom, fixing his shirt back into his pants and adjusting his tie. She frowned in confusion, but her eyebrows suddenly pulled into her a scowl as a blonde woman came out behind him, reapplying her lipstick. She quickly recognized her as Brenda, an assistant in the advertising department.

Y/N turned on her heel and stalked away before either of them saw her fuming, making a quick beeline for the elevators. She was going back up to the 40th floor, to get back to the job she was actually paid to do, and to continue to think about Soldier Boy’s offer.

All she knew was that Jim just made her decision a lot easier.

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And Onto Further Stillness

Chapter 30

Notes:

Characters: Gale, Yrelia Rating: Mature Warnings: Sex, some language Notes: I can't believe I managed to finish this on Jan 1 when the equivalent date is in this chapter. This has been in and out of drafts for a while. I really just wanted to show some scenes from in between times during the actual game. Hopefully y'all enjoy!

Gale hummed as he stood at the stove, making coffee for his sleepy fiancée. She had started sleeping in as of late, especially on his days off. She would mumble to him that she wanted a few more minutes of cuddling, grabbing his arms around her and fitting against his body perfectly. Gale couldn’t be happier. Yrelia? Sleeping in? And cuddling until he decided to slip out of bed? It was unheard of seven months ago!

Hells, it’s been over a year since they had met and he wouldn’t have dreamed of Yrelia settling down for a night and not waking up at the crack of dawn to hunt or fish or get everyone ready to move on, but she was! She really had become comfortable enough in his tower to relax and allow him to take care of her.

He heard a yawn and bare feet walk into the kitchen. His smile grew as those footsteps approached him. Yrelia wrapped her arms around him from behind and kissed the back of his neck. She squeezed him and let out a sigh.

“Good morning, my sun,” he greeted. “I do hope you were able to sleep well last night.”

She hummed. “I did. Our bed was so comfortable and you were so warm that I couldn’t possibly tear myself away until you promised me coffee.”

“I’m thrilled that you feel that way. It’s finally time you allow yourself to sleep in a bit.” She hummed again and then pressed her lips to the back of his neck. “Today is a special day.”

“Is it?”

“It is Hammer 1, you know, my love. Wintershield is today.”

“Ah,” she said and pulled away, “that is why you are home. I thought you had decided to stay home because of the weather outside.”

“My lady, I am offended.” He grinned when she giggled. He turned and embraced her. “Today is a day of reflection and resting. Everyone is home with their families, enjoying comforts and,” he grinned, “kisses?”

She laughed and kissed him. “Well, I definitely like that last part.” She kissed him again.

Gale pulled her in and deepened the kiss. A little morning heavy kiss was the easiest way to wake up his darling beloved, and he knew she agreed when she giggled and wrapped her arms around him. Just a nice morning between the two of them, soon to be husband and wife. He couldn’t possibly love her more, but every day he did. He loved her so intensely and so ardently, he hardly knew he had it in him. Yrelia had changed him with her love for the better, and because of her, his own love had reached a new level. Such devotion and dedication. Such warmth and care.

To think that two years ago he was at his lowest and a year ago he was finally giving in to his self sacrificial thoughts. He had fully believed that it was impossible to find someone who would love him so earnestly, so purely. Someone who genuinely…wanted to spend time with him.

Gale sat in front of the cooking pot with a book. He silently read while checking the food every so often. He may not have the spells that he used to, and he was hardly what some might call an “adventurer,” but if there was one thing he could do, it was scrounge up enough ingredients to make a meal. Still, he wished they had protein. Garlic, onion, and potato soup was all well and good, but what he would do to have even a few slices of bacon.

His fellow adventurers seemed to make no move to help either him or, at least, find some sort of animal to add to the meal. Astarion obviously had no interest in normal food, vampires weren’t exactly known for their taste of potato soup. Gale wondered if that made it obvious to the others. No one seemed to have mentioned it, so they were either ignorant or simply didn’t care. Either way, it wasn’t exactly Gale’s problem.

Yrelia was…wait, where was she?

He scanned the camp, looking to see if she was anywhere. She wasn’t. Had she run off? That would have been foolish. Outside of that prism that Shadowheart held, there was no hope for them. Yrelia would no doubt be turned into an Illithid if she had decided to leave the group. A pity, she did seem rather kind, and Gale would be lying if he said if he didn’t find her attractive. Scrappiness and all.

He jumped when something was plopped down beside him.

“Figured this might help with dinner.”

Gale blinked at Yrelia’s voice. So she hadn’t run off. She had been…Gale’s eyebrows shot up when he stared at a dead fawn. It wasn’t terribly young, it didn’t have spots and wasn’t that small. He’d say about six months old, if he put any thought into it. He wasn’t going to do so, as he was just presented with fresh meat.

And the body of the fawn was pristine. It was as if it had just laid down and died peacefully. No sign of struggle or injuries. Perhaps it did.

“Wonderful,” he said. “Where did you find this?” He looked up at Yrelia.

“Oh, well, I saw a few deer out in…” she made a gesture, “...in that direction. I always felt guilty choosing fawns but we don’t exactly have room to carry around an adult amount of meat.” She shrugged off her bow. “Hopefully this will suffice for a day or two. If not I can always try some rabbits.”

She hunted this? With such perfection that it didn’t look like it sustained any injuries?

“Thank you,” he felt himself saying, trying not to show his shock to her. “This is exactly what we needed. Now I just need to find a way to take apart the fawn and-”

She let out a little laugh that was…cute. “Gale, I’m not going to make you dress it. I’ll do that.”

“You…have the knowledge to do so?”

She laughed again and Gale swallowed. “I do. I was a hunter before all of this. It’s something I’m actually good at. I’ll make sure to save the bones for us to have a heartier soup next time.” She smiled in Scratch’s direction. “And of course, one for him.” She sighed.

“I appreciate this,” he said, starting to relax. “This is exactly what I needed.”

She grinned and Gale’s heart thumped. He felt the ice around his heart crack with the thump and he felt a semblance of warmth from the lowest ember. He chastised himself. The first sign of kindness and his heart gets excited. What was it thinking? Well, it wasn’t, because it was his heart, not his mind telling him that getting excited over a smile was something to laugh at. He really had been in isolation for far too long.

“I should be thanking you,” she said and his eyebrows twitched. “You just started cooking for everyone. That was kind of you. Usually I’m the one who cooks at…home, so I wasn’t expecting someone else to volunteer to do it.” She smiled again. “Let me start on parting out the meat and bones, it shouldn’t take too long.” 

“Ah, thank you,” he thanked her again. He swallowed as she picked up the fawn and started to walk away. “And if you don’t mind…” she looked at him curiously. His loneliness creeped forward, forcing him the words out of him. He caught them at the last moment and instead of saying “please, come sit and have a real conversation with me. I want to get to know you,” he said, “perhaps we can share recipes?” Gods, how mortifying. It really was astounding how stupid he could sound sometimes.

Her brows rose before she settled into a smile. Gale’s heart thumped again. “Alright. Company sounds nice, and I’d like to get to know you better.” She turned and started to walk away before he could comment any further.

“Hmmm,” Yrelia hummed and pulled away, “you’re thinking pretty loudly, Gale. What’s on your mind?”

He stared down at her and kissed her nose. “I was thinking about when our friendship started to blossom.” She smiled. “I had no idea of what we would become. To think I would fall in love after…” Yrelia reached up and brushed his hair from his forehead. He closed his eyes at her touch. “You’ve made me indescribably happy.”

She smiled. ““Indescribably?” My, that’s quite the change for you.” He chuckled and kissed her. “But I understand,” she started again. “I never thought that anyone would ever come to cherish me the way you do.” She kissed him. “I’m still getting used to it, if I’m honest.”

“Not to worry, darling.” He smiled and kissed her forehead. “We have the rest of our lives ahead of us. That’s plenty of time for you to become accustomed to my overflowing love and devotion.”

She giggled. They kissed. “I love you,” she murmured to his lips. “So much.”

“I assure you that the feeling is mutual.” He gently pressed his lips to hers, closing the centimeter gap between them. “Now,” he chuckled when she leaned into him dramatically and kissed his lips, “I believe I promised you coffee.” He laughed as she kissed him again. “And I don’t want to ruin our holiday morning without coffee.”

“Oh, alright,” she giggled and pulled away. 

She stretched, her back making, what Gale could only surmise due to the satisfied expression on Yrelia’s face, a most pleasing crack. She walked towards their stools at the counter, the ones that had really made Gale realize that she was in his tower permanently. To think he’d be picking out furniture so casually with someone he loved. He would have never guessed a few years ago. Not when…

Gale turned and removed the coffee carafe with boiling water off of the stove and started to dutifully make the perfect blend just for his beloved partner. 

“So,” Yrelia started and he could hear her grin in her voice. “I have a question.”

“I will answer whatever question that you have for me, my love.”

She let out a soft giggle. “Good, because I have a fun one.” He raised his brow. “When did you realize you had feelings for me?”

He hummed. “Such a question,” he teased and she giggled, “why do you wish to know?”

“You did say this holiday is a day for “rest” and “reflection.””

He grinned. “Ah, that is true.”

Gale was sitting outside his tent, his eyebrows scrunched together in concentration. He sounded out words, as if he was back at Blackstaff Academy and he was some ten year old apprentice, ignorant to the way of the Weave.

He sighed and looked around the camp. Wyll was cooking and Karlach was talking to him with a grin, Lae’zel was sharpening her sword (again), and Astarion was sewing some fabric.

He sighed, looking away, just in case anyone caught him looking around. He did it casually enough, as he didn’t want anyone to know that he wasn’t interested in anyone else but her. Gale dared to steal a glance in her direction. Yrelia was letting her hair down in front of her tent while Shadowheart spoke to her. They spoke softly enough that he couldn’t hear. Her hair fell from the braid, rolling off her shoulders like deep, dark water. He sighed, trying to fight his too indulgent thoughts of how the tresses would feel in his fingers. 

Ugh. What was he doing? Now? And in his condition? Mystra had cast him aside over a year ago, the last thing he needed was to…feel attraction for someone new. Not in their current position or condition. Especially in his position and condition. He hadn’t told her about the orb, only that he needed artefacts that were thick with the Weave. He was uncertain whether he should tell her or not. She was so kind, so sweet, but part of him was certain that she would cast him out, just as Mystra had. Someone’s kindness could only go so far, and he had been hiding something incredibly important from her. 

He could never expect mercy and sweetness from her if the topic was the orb. Not from anyone, really, but especially from her. Someone so…

He scoffed and turned his focus on the opulent book in his hand. His old spellbook, the one he couldn’t read anymore. He tried. He tried so damn hard, but the runes were foreign, the words were complex. It was as if he hadn’t written them with his own hand. He turned his gaze to the small, black book to his side. “Book” was probably an overstatement. It was just a small thing, a pathetic thing that had been made for taking simple notes. Definitely not something a respected archmage would use for his spells. It was something some teenagers would buy and then never use because they simply bought it with a promise to actually use it this time. 

The damn thing clung to his blood like nothing else. And rain. Especially mud. The amount of times they’ve been stuck in combat in the rain was far too many than what was acceptable.

He saw the shadow of someone approaching and looked up from his book. He blinked when he saw her sit down next to him wordlessly, with a bottle of wine and two tin cups in hand. He swallowed, closing his former life, his former glory.

“How can I help you, Lia?” He preferred calling her by her nickname. It felt familiar, close, as if they were home, having a glass of wine in his tower. Getting tipsy and sitting close, the flush on her nose and cheeks, the smile of her lips so inviting.

Stop. Stop! Don’t think like that. Don’t think about her like that. The orb was unstable. If he felt any sort of rush of feelings, of excitement, it could cause irreparable damage. He was physically attracted to her. Who wouldn’t be?! Her long eyelashes, her freckled nose, her skilled hands. He’d be more surprised if someone wasn’t attracted to her! 

“Well, I figured it was about time I provided the wine,” she said. “It only seemed fair.” She offered him a cup.

He took it, his fingers brushing against hers. He swallowed at the touch. She seemed to not notice, or maybe she didn’t care. It was just a simple touch, nothing more.

“I appreciate it,” he said and watched her pour wine –which probably wasn’t any better than anything they’ve shared before– into his cup. He sipped the barely palatable wine and then sighed. “I must admit,” he started, letting his boldness take over, “I’ve come to enjoy our time together.”

A stunning smile grew on her lips as a warm giggle came from her throat. Gale felt his heart drop to his stomach and then quickly up into his throat. He listened to her giggle and watched her warm expression. This whole time, behind her sad eyes, her courageous demeanor, and her kind attitude, she had the sweetest smile. She had the warmest laugh. 

Oh, dear gods, Gale absolutely had feelings for her. Actual, real, romantic feelings for Yrelia Rosewood. 

He tightened his grip on his cup and swallowed. Damn it. How could this have happened? How could he have allowed his heart to take control and not his mind? He really did not need to be doing so…again.

“The feeling is mutual,” she said and sipped from her wine cup. “It’s nice to have a friend in all of this.” She looked up at the starry sky. 

Gale let out a soft breath. “Friend.” Something he had very little of. Actually, it was something he really had none of. Aside from Tara. “Yes,” he said quietly. “I feel the same about you. You are…” the only friend I have right now, “…a wonderful friend.” 

She turned her gaze back to him and that sweet smile was on her face again. It made his heart jump in a way he didn’t recognize. It was…gentle. Like a caress of his heart, something so soft and gentle, but with purpose. He was hopeless. How could he feel this way, after everything? He didn’t deserve to feel this way. She was far, far too sweet for him and his mistakes.

And he knew that if and when he told her of those mistakes, she would surely want nothing to do with him and his wine.

He sighed, he would stay in her presence just a little longer. He wanted to be the reason for her smile for just a little longer.

“I don’t recognize that one,” she brought him out of his thoughts. She gestured to his old spellbook with a curious smile.

He clenched his teeth before relaxing. “Oh? This old thing? Just simple notes. I had picked out the book when I was young and had just entered Blackstaff Academy. I…”

Gale watched Yrelia sip her coffee. He pressed his fingers into his own mug. She looked so different from that time. It wasn’t just her longer hair, her healthy weight, or her bright, firm skin. It was more than that. She looked like home. When he looked at her, all he saw was comfort and love. Their time defeating the Absolute, what he saw in her was adventure, vigilance, determination.

It was fast and passionate and desperate. Her fingers tugging on his hair, her skin marred with marks from his teeth, fingers gripping her thighs as he buried himself between them. He tasted the way she said she loved him on her lips, begging him for release. Their relationship was new and fresh. It had been so long since he had tasted someone’s skin, and he would do whatever she had wanted so that he could continue to do so.

Now…

Now it was folding laundry while in the middle of a debate about whether it was appropriate to tell another professor that their findings were “unsound” and that they perhaps need to “actually put forth the appropriate amount of brainpower to not succumb to frivolous thinking and biased opinions”.

It was holding her hair back after she had contracted some random stomach bug. It was grocery shopping in the too early morning so that she could have the first pick of everything. It was convincing her that, “yes, darling, we do need that expensive bottle of wine to celebrate the fact we survived the impossible.” Starting to wash the dishes before she can, so that she could have a break from her post traumatic cleaning episode. Making the bed so she had clean sheets to fall asleep on. Distracting her with a glass of wine and a plate of cheese so that he could jog upstairs and fold the laundry without her realizing. 

And it was the warmth in his chest when she looked so touched as he presented her with a bouquet of sunflowers. Her hair curling around his fingers as he applied her deep conditioner in her hair so she could come to bed quickly. Lazily kissing her as they woke up in the morning. No urgency, no desperation, just a soft “good morning, I love you, what would you like to do today?”

“You’re really thinking hard this morning, beloved,” Yrelia remarked as she smiled up from her coffee mug. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“You are,” he answered, “we are.”

Her smile grew. “Having regrets about our domestic life?”

“Of course not,” he answered even though he knew she was teasing him. 

“Do you miss it?”

“What would I miss?”

“How we used to be, while we were adventurers.” She smiled and set aside her mug. He walked over to her and kissed her forehead. “The passion? The fire? How we acted like it would be our last day?”

“Not at all,” he said with a grin and she grinned back. “My love, I would do absolutely anything just to clean the dishes with you.”

“Wow! Admitting you want to clean with me? What a large step in our relationship! Your mother would be so proud!”

He grinned and took her face in his hands. He kissed her nose. She laughed as he started to kiss her all over her face, his name coming from her lips as she tried to calm down his kisses.

Gale stared at the bed that he and Yrelia were sharing. Their packs and belongings were missing. Their bed was made perfectly, the bedding tightly clinging to the bed as if professionally done. Not a single strand of hair was on the nightstand. Everything was gone and perfectly tidy as if neither of them had ever touched the area.

Yrelia had definitely been here. 

He looked around and saw no sign of any of their packs and belongings. He shifted in his robes, desperately wanting to change out of them and into his comfortable loungewear. The door to the room opened and he heard footsteps quickly approaching. He felt his arm being pulled and had no choice but to follow. 

“Come with me,” Yrelia ordered, not looking back at him as she stomped forward. 

“L-Lia,” he called her name as he looked at the determined look in her eyes. “Where are you taking us? Where are our belongings?” Had she cracked under pressure? Was she so terrified that she threw out their packs? “Are you alright? I know that there’s unbelievable pressure on you right now, but you can tell me anything. I will listen to your every word!”

As he was questioning her and her motives, he barely noticed that she was leading him to the other half of the tavern. She marched up the stairs, pulling him along, ignoring each of his questions, and then standing in front of a door. She reached into her pocket and he heard the jingling of a key. 

“My love, what on Toril are we doing? And-whoa!”

Yrelia had practically yanked him into the room she had just unlocked, proceeded to kick the door closed, and then locked it again. She threw the key onto the table in the room and approached him with purpose. 

“Yrelia, I’m not sure I appreciate thmmmphhh.”

She had pulled him in by the collar of his robes and cut him off with a kiss. A very messy, wet, heavy kiss. She had pulled him against her, her hands in his hair, letting his half updo down. “Stop talking and kiss me,” she demanded and then kissed him before he could respond. 

He wasn’t used to such urgency from her, nor was he used to the manhandling. He was far more acquainted with her gentle, sweet side. Even her timid side that had formed over the years of not a single touch on her skin. But he understood exactly what was happening now. This could be their last night amongst the living, their last night together before the inevitable. He’d be damned if he didn’t make messy, needy, desperate love to her. 

She started to undress him. The laces of the robes were untied, unlaced, and hung loosely at his side. They broke the kiss long enough so that he could lift her shirt off of her and toss it aside, leaving her chest bare and so intensely tempting. 

They threw off the outer layer of his robes haphazardly and she quickly started to pull off the under layers while he buried his face in her neck, sucking, biting, kissing her skin with such desperation that he didn’t realize he had it in him. She threw off his shirt and unlaced his breeches. He kicked off his shoes and peeled off her pants. 

He stepped back to the large, inviting bed, pulling her along with him. She turned them and laid on the bed, staring up at him with an aroused flush, messy hair, and swollen lips. He stared at her for a brief moment, taking in her naked body. Her glazed over eyes that held him within them. Gods, she was absolutely gorgeous, and she was his. His love, his paramour, his beacon of light through all of this darkness.

She held out her hand, asking him to join her. He placed his hand in hers, not breaking eye contact, allowing her to pull him onto the bed. He crawled over her, holding her gaze, breathing in her breath. “I love you,” he murmured. “Gods, I love you.”

She let out a breathy laugh. She reached up and traced his lips with her fingers. A wild look shone in her eyes and a small smirk grew on her lips. “Show me.”

Gale breathed deeply, nuzzling the top of Yrelia’s head, calming down from their high. He pressed his fingers into her hip, and with the other hand he pulled the blanket further over her. She hummed tiredly, her skin marred and slick with sweat. She was outlining his scar from the orb with her index finger. It made him feel like he would be alright.

“My love,” he called lightly.

“Hm?”

“That was…exhilarating. Unexpected, but exhilarating.”

She laughed. “I’ll take that as a compliment.” She pulled away from him and sat up. She kissed his lips softly. She sighed, still smiling. “I suppose we should have done this sooner.”

“A private room? That does seem obvious in retrospect.” He reached to her face and rubbed her cheek with his thumb. “But, better late than never, I always say.”  

She grinned at him. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” 

Yrelia reached to him and brushed his hair away from his face. The smile on her face was soft, warm, so absolutely gentle that Gale was asking himself how she could ever stare at him this way. “A bit different from our last “last night alive” isn’t it?”

He chuckled. “A smidge.” He loved the look in her eyes. The one that said that she loved him. “I know we’ll survive this violent round.”

She grinned. “Do you?”

“I’m sure of it. I’ve seen what you can do, Lia. You’ve done the impossible. I wouldn’t want to be the one betting against you.”

She giggled. “I like your confidence.”

“Well, you know me, I’m oozing with confidence.” She snorted at him. “Overconfidence according to many. Delusional to most.”

“Oh, don’t listen to them. I think you’re great.” He smiled. “Still, I’m glad that you’re optimistic. It makes me less…anxious.”

“Seems like I’m doing something right, then.”

She blinked. She leaned in and rubbed her nose against his. She pressed her lips against his upper lip. “You’ve done a lot of things right, Gale of Waterdeep.” She kissed him fully. 

Gale let out a content sigh. 

Huh. 

“Content.”

Yes. That’s right. He was content. He was happy. He was in love, he was happy, and he wanted to live. This was entirely new territory, he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself. He was so deeply in love and he was truly happy for the first time in what seemed like ages. 

And it was all because of her. 

Yrelia pulled away and smiled at him. “You’re in a good mood,” she said. “I guess the sex was that good,” she teased. 

He laughed. “It always is, but, yes, I am…happy.” Her smile softened. “I am content with my life, with who I am. It’s a new feeling, but a welcome one.”

“I’m glad.” She kissed his forehead. “And that means I don’t have to threaten you tonight.”

“Threaten me?” He questioned. “Was our night together going to take an unexpected turn, my love?”

She chuckled. She pressed her fingers to his chest, on his bruising from the orb. He let out a sigh, understanding her meaning. “Shall I give you my lecture anyway?”

“Oh, I think I have it figured out.” She grinned and kissed him. “I have no plans to use the orb, love.”

“Good, because I love you.” She kissed him. “And I would be quite angry with you.” She kissed him again. “And I would never forgive you.” She kissed him again. “And I would miss you desperately.” She kissed him again. “And I would cry a lot.”

“Well, we certainly can’t have that.” He accepted another kiss. He smiled when she rested her forehead on his. 

“You also owe me dinner.”

“I believe I owe you multiple dinners.” She grinned and laid on top of him. “I swear to you, I have no plans to use the orb. I will not abandon you.” 

She blinked and her brows twitched in surprise. She melted into such a touched and loving expression. “You really know exactly what to say, don’t you?”

“It’s one of my finest qualities, if I do say so myself.”

Gale slowly rubbed her back as she laid on top of him. She traced his face with a content shine in her eyes. He sighed wistfully. This could be their future. This could be their normal. Long nights, tangled up in each other's arms, sweet nothings kissed onto skin. He had decided not long after he spoke with Mystra, but now he knew for certain: he was going to ask Yrelia to marry him. He would ask her to come home with him, he couldn’t bear to part from her. 

He took her chin in his fingers, practically desperate to taste her. “My love,” he murmured and she smiled, “may I?”

“May you, what?”

“Kiss you.”

She blinked before settling into an adoring smile. “Of course you may.” He pulled her in and kissed her. “You know, my beloved, you don’t need to ask to kiss me. You can just do it. I promise I won’t protest.” They kissed again. 

“Sometimes the mood calls for decorum, my lady.” He kissed her. “But I will take your advice to heart, as it bleeds for you.”

Yrelia brushed his messy hair away from his face and then kissed his nose. “Well, I would hope so. I do expect frequent kisses from my boyfriend,” she said with a soft giggle. 

Gale’s nose scrunched in disgust. “Lia, please don’t say that.”

Her brows shot up in surprise and her eyes widened with an anxious glimmer. “Oh. I-I’m sorry, I didn’t…” she frowned. “I thought…But are we not…?” 

Gale’s brows knitted together in confusion before realizing that he spoke without thinking and that what he said sounded really, really bad. “Oh, no, my love. That’s not…darling, of course we are.” He groaned, “Lia, my meaning, before I idiotically put my foot in my mouth, was that we are in our thirties. I think we’re a little mature for those titles.”

She let out a relieved sigh. “I see,” she mumbled. “But what am I supposed to call you then?”

“Partner is perfectly fine.”

She relaxed, the anxiety in her eyes fading away. “Booo. I don’t like it.” She leaned in and kissed him with a small smile. 

“Dearest, what is wrong with that? It’s perfectly acceptable for an adult relationship.” He accepted another kiss.

“It’s too impersonal. Nothing cute or romantic about it.”

“Plenty of couples call each other their partner, my love.” He kissed her nose. She hummed. “I’m sure we could find something to compromise on.” He kissed her lips. “Lover? Beau? Companion? Significant other?” 

With every word her smile grew. “You really don’t like being called my boyfriend.” He groaned at her. “I suppose you wouldn’t like me saying that we’re dating either.”

“Courting.”

She snorted. “Oh, I love you so much, you silly man,” she said fondly and then kissed him. “How about this?” She kissed him again. “We can figure out what to call each other after this is all over.” She kissed him for a third time. “Over dinner, or, maybe, after dinner.”

“Hm, I do like the sound of that.” He grinned when she kissed him. His heart felt light for the first time in years. Truly light. He was in love and he was happy. When this was all over he would propose, and he was sure things would only blossom from there.

Gale smiled as he lounged on the couch with Yrelia in his arms. She laid atop him comfortably as he read a book. She was nuzzling his jaw as his left arm rested on her side, his hand on her hip as it held the book. 

This was their norm. Quiet mornings as they laid together. Gale would read a book or grade essays while Yrelia was curled into him. She liked being quiet, she always had. He knew it was from her past, no doubt being told to keep silent too many times, but he knew that she just wanted to enjoy comfortable silence with him. 

It was nice. 

He used to prefer to keep to himself, not wanting anyone to disturb him while he was reading or researching. Now that he had her, he couldn’t possibly imagine not reading around her or grading papers or…anything really. 

He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Well, he tried not to. He knew exactly where he would be without her. He would be a cloud of Netherese dust without her. Who knows what would have happened if he had detonated the orb in that Mind Flayer colony. When he thought back on it, he knew it wouldn’t have been anything good. 

He closed his book, his heart filling with a sadness he had tried to avoid these days. He wrapped his arms around Yrelia, holding her against him tightly, resting his cheek on her head. 

“Everything alright, my love?”

Gale opened his eyes and found them blurry. “I was thinking about the orb.” She didn’t respond. “And how I was tasked to die.”

“And thank the gods you didn’t listen to that order.”

“I don’t think the gods were involved in that decision,” he chuckled. “You, however…”

“Best thing I’ve ever done was convince you that your life is worth living.” She kissed his jaw. “And convince you that I love you.”

“Yes, admittedly, that was a rather large part of the reason I listened to you.” She chuckled at him in response. 

Gale stood in Moonrise Towers, after the battle with Ketheric. Everyone was talking. They were cleaning armor, eating food, wrapping wounds, and trying to find somewhere to rest their eyes. Everyone’s spirits were up, aside from Shadowheart and her crisis of faith. 

Gale was…numb. Even the illusive crown was but a distant thought. He was alive when he shouldn’t be. He was tasked to die by his goddess and he defied her. He had wanted to sacrifice himself, to die to save everyone, earning respect and forgiveness, but he didn’t. He didn’t because…

“Gale,” Yrelia called softly. He turned his gaze to her. She stood in her casual wear; her armor off, her hair down, and body cleaned from the grime and blood. She wore a concerned expression on her face. A slight frown, worried eyes. She stepped towards him, setting aside the bottle of wine in her hands, leaving it behind without a second thought as she approached him. “Are you alright?”

“Yrelia, I…don’t rightly know.” Her frown grew and she reached towards his face. He took a step back even though he really didn’t want to. He longed for her gentle touch. “My lady, you’ve bathed and I am covered in gods know what. I’d hate to dirty you after what you just went through.”

“Dirty? Gale, beloved, I don’t care about that,” she said and stepped up to him, her concerned gaze growing, but also that determination that he loved so much. 

He hesitated when he tried to take another step back. His heart begging him to just allow himself to feel his beloved’s touch. “Yre-” he stopped short when she wrapped her arms around him in a tight embrace. He stiffened in her arms before relaxing and wrapping his arms around her. “Lia,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t be here.”

She took a deep breath. “No, you should be,” she said firmly. “You should be here. You deserve to be here.” She pulled away and took his face in her hands. “I’m so happy you’re here.” She pulled him in close and kissed him softly.

He swallowed, his throat tight. He begged himself not to cry, as her chapped lips brushed against his. He pulled her in, burying his nose in her hair. He held onto her tightly, the world around them fading away. He didn’t care about whoever watched them and he didn’t care about Mystra’s upcoming disapproval. All he cared about was that he was alive and he was with Yrelia. He hadn’t wanted to die, he wanted to continue his journey with her. 

“Thank you,” he murmured to her. 

“You don’t need to thank me,” she whispered and rubbed his back. “I love you. I want you here.” She pulled away and smiled up at him. She reached up and brushed a tear off of his cheek. “Pretty selfish of me, isn’t it? Potentially condemning the world because I love you.”

He let out a wet laugh. “Perhaps, but I was just as selfish. More than you, if we’re being honest.” She grinned at him. He kissed her. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” They kissed. “Why don’t you clean up and we can find somewhere to lay down? I’m sure it will help. One can’t feel terribly great with unknown gunk in their hair.”

“Is it that terrible?”

“A bit.” They chuckled quietly at each other and kissed again.

After Gale bathed and left his robes to soak, he approached Yrelia. Camp was secluded away from the celebrations. The heroes of the day were far too tired for drinks and merriment. Their group had formed some odd connection beyond the tadpoles. Were they friends? The months spent together had definitely created a bond between them. He knew that everyone cared for Yrelia in some way, and he knew he would do what it took to protect their scrappy team.

There was a respect that was between them all, and when Gale wasn’t feeling gods awful, he appreciated it.

Yrelia was stretching, doing her nightly routine before bed. She sighed and rubbed her hip where it had been crushed. Bedrest had been ordered by Shadowheart after that whole ordeal, and they had made camp for days without progress. He remembered how guilty she had felt, despite most of them assuring her that she needn’t be. 

“Good, you’re here,” she turned and looked at him. “And, even better, you’re clean.” She reached out for him. She grabbed his elbows and squeezed, before sliding her hands down to his hands and holding them. “To be honest, beloved, I’m too tired for most things tonight. As are you, I assume.” 

“Yes,” he breathed. “I’m exhausted in a way I don’t think I ever have been before.”

“Then let’s sleep.” She started to pull him into her tent. He ignored the looks that his companions were giving him. Some eyebrow waggling, some teasing sneers, but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to lay in her arms.

And she welcomed him into her arms. She pulled him in and rested her cheek on his head. She ran her fingers through his hair with one hand that was wrapped around his head, while she rubbed his side with the other hand. She pressed gentle kisses into his hair, and she softly whispered that she loved him. 

He buried his face in her neck, breathing on her skin. His heart was begging him to talk to her, to thank her, to express how much he loved her, but his mind was slow and sticky. He felt as if heavy weights were attached to him and pulling him under the sea. He desperately needed sleep, but he wanted to lay in her arms in the quiet of night. In her tent, with no light shining in. Where their music was their heartbeats, and their warmth was each other. 

“Beloved,” she whispered, “go to sleep.”

“I’ll be alright,” he said and kissed her neck. He rubbed his arm with her thumb.“I need to feel your embrace longer.”

She huffed a laugh. “There are more days to come. More days where I will happily hold onto you,” she said softly. “For now, rest. I will be here when you wake, I promise.” She squeezed him gently. “I am happy you’re here, my love. Thank you…for choosing me.”

Gale hummed as he stood, staring out of the window into the street. The snow was piling up quickly, no doubt it would be past his shins if he walked out into it. He considered not leaving the tower for a few days. He could just spend his holiday in his warm home with his beautiful fiancée.

He could hear her in the sitting room folding blankets. He sipped his cider as he heard her sing to herself. Some song that he didn’t recognize, but it was comforting all of the same. He had heard Cyr sing it to little Lia, which meant Yrelia had sung it to him. So it was a lullaby that she hadn’t lost the words to.

They had plenty of blankets, many of which Yrelia had collected. It was intriguing to watch her spend money, now that she had it. When they first started to collect money during their adventure she had kept it close to her, only spending it on products they needed. Food, bandages, pain potions. Then it grew to armor and weapon upgrades, elemental arrows, enchanted daggers. 

Now she had an incredible amount of gold. Their companions gave up most of their portions to her. Shadowheart kept most of hers at Yrelia’s insistence, but everyone else had no qualms giving up their portions. She was careful with it, but Gale assured her that he didn’t believe she would run out of her money.

He smiled. 

She would say it was their gold, not hers. That they were partners, a couple, soon to be married, and part of marriage was sharing income. He had told her it was still her gold and that he had no intention to take any of it from her. It had become his mission to convince her to spend money on herself, with a side mission of assuring her she should not feel guilty about doing so.

She had started slowly. Some hair pins here, a new pair of shoes there. Then it grew to perfume, wine that was actually worth the money, little trinkets that she never could have afforded when she was on her farm. The first time she had bought a pair of earrings for herself was worth celebrating. 

“What are you smiling about?” He heard her from behind him. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her hand into his chest. 

“I am simply reminiscing, my love.”

“Oh?” She hummed. “And what about? Our adventure?”

“Yes. I was thinking…” he trailed off and she hummed again. “How we’ve changed.”

“Ahh.” She pulled away from him. He set aside his cider and turned to her. “I suppose we have changed since then, haven’t we?” She smiled. “Especially since we first met.”

“Yes, I was insufferable then,” he grumbled.

“Nooo, I thought you were cute!” She laughed. “I had a big crush on you,” she teased and kissed his lips.

He sighed with a smile. “I admit, I started to develop feelings for you quickly.” He sighed again. “But I couldn’t act on my feelings, no matter how desperately I wanted to.” 

“Alright, Gale, you are more than capable of doing this,” he muttered to himself as he stared at Yrelia from across camp. He simply wanted to speak with her. Maybe even to just…flirt with her. More. They had done quite a bit of flirting lately. It felt��good, despite the fact he couldn’t actually do anything. He was losing sleep over his feelings for her, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He had thought that he would never find someone to love more than he had loved Mystra, but even a simple crush on Yrelia Rosewood was more intense than he had ever felt.

He wanted to run his fingers through her hair, he wanted to take her dancing, he wanted to invite her to his tower, make her dinner, and just kiss her until they were both seeing stars. He hadn’t realized until it was far too late that he was in very, very deep.

Yrelia was combing her hair with a calm look in her eyes. She blinked when she looked over to him and then smiled at him. Ugh, that went straight to his heart. He would do anything for that smile. His heart raced for her as she combed her damp hair. She had just come back from the nearby river…which he presumed that she had bathed in that river. He swallowed, trying not to think of that particular scene. Definitely do not think about that. Do not think about that.

He turned around, to stop looking at her, begging himself to not act like a damn teenager. He gripped at his chest, desperately trying not to look at her or think about her naked body with water dripping down it slowly. He groaned pathetically at himself, praying to whoever listened (because it definitely wasn’t Mystra) to just calm down the orb as it thrummed. He heard quick footsteps and then felt hands on his back, rubbing gently.

“Gale,” Yrelia called his name, pressing her hands into his back. “Do you need an artefact?” She asked with a bit of urgency, and he realized he was hunched over. He gritted his teeth and grunted at her. “It’s alright, I have you,” she said, trying to soothe him. She produced a ring with an onyx stone. He didn’t recognize it, but he also didn’t particularly care at that moment, as she placed it in his shaking hand. “Use it,” she whispered. “You’re more important than some silly ring.” 

He let out a breath at her words and then absorbed the Weave from the ring. He breathed deeply as Yrelia gently rubbed his back. Gods, this was humiliating. He made the damn orb go off because he couldn’t control his thoughts of her. He slowly cracked open his eyes and stared at her. Her brows were knit in concern and there was a slight frown on her face.

She stared at him with her blue eyes, and he could see his pathetic reflection in them. His every hope that he had seen in her started to fade away. How could he ever possibly think that they could be anything when the gods damned orb was in his chest? Her sweet smile, that he had begun to believe was for him, had given him too much hope for the future.

“Better?” 

He let out a heavy breath. “Yes,” he cleared his throat. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me,” she said with a smile. She adjusted their positions so they were sitting more comfortably. When did they come to be on the ground? “I care about you,” she said and his heart thumped. “I would hate to lose you.”

Gods, they were so close. He could just lean in and brush his lips against her own. He was certain she would taste as sweet as she was. What he would give to taste her. 

But he couldn’t.

He didn’t deserve to. He didn’t deserve her. 

“Thank you,” he said again and she blinked. “I’m alright now.”

She blinked again before quickly retracting her hands from him. “Oh, sorry,” she apologized with a slight flush. She anxiously wrung her hands together and avoided his gaze. 

Ugh. Damn it. 

“I should be the one apologizing,” he breathed out and reached for a nearby waterskin. He drank it before letting out a breath. He cleared his throat as he set it aside. “We have precious few artefacts. To be the one destroying them when we so desperately need them-”

“You don’t need to apologize for that,” she said. He frowned. “Besides, we all have our quirks. Two special diets, two exploding chests, a woman who’s a worshiper of Shar, an alien; we need to stick together and take care of each other, if we plan to make it out of here. I’ll provide you with as many artefacts as you need to keep you going on.”

“Thank you,” he said once again, genuinely meaning the two words. He glanced at her hands. She was still wringing them anxiously. He reached out and took one of her hands in his. “I’m quite fortunate to have someone like you during this time.” She smiled at him and her gaze— oh my gods, her gaze— was so warm. 

This was what he wanted that night. To just sit with her, to just be alone in their own world while they sat in the dirt together. She squeezed his hand and he felt his heart speed up. 

Wait. 

His brows knitted together and a frown form on his face. Had he…and had she…? He had been keeping it a secret. Poorly, but he had. So had he told her?

“I know that look,” Yrelia teased him. “What are you thinking?”

“I wasn’t aware Astarion had finally told you about his vampirism.”

A very awkward and somewhat uncomfortable expression grew on her face. Oh, he did not like that look in her eyes. “It wasn’t so much that he “told” me. Well, not at first…” she touched her neck with her free hand. 

Gale stared at her before he felt…anger. Some form of protective behavior that he hadn’t realized he was capable of. “He bit you?!” He let go of her hand and took her jaw into his hands, inspecting her skin for puncture wounds.

Her eyes widened and a flush spread on her face. “Um, yes, he did. It’s…kind of…” she sighed. “I woke up with him hovering over me and…” she sighed. She placed her hands over his and Gale processed what he had done. He started to pull his hands away from her face, but she put pressure down on them. “I’m alright,” she said softly. 

His gaze lifted from the very bruised part of her neck to her face. He took in a deep breath and let himself calm down. They stared at each other and Gale realized that they were close, that he was cradling her face, and that he really wanted to kiss her. He briefly glanced at her lips before remembering…he couldn’t remember how to kiss. Thirty five and unable to kiss.

How mortifying. 

He sighed and pulled his hands away from her face. He sat back and away from her lips. “I’ve decided on a new lesson that I will be more than happy to teach.”

She blinked and looked away from his lips. She cleared her throat. “Oh?”

“A spell.” She smiled curiously, a soft look in her eyes. “Sunlight.” He grinned as she laughed. 

Gale threw another log onto the fire as the winds started to pick up outside. Snow quickly blew by, it was sudden and fast. How was he supposed to plan for anything if the weather can change this quickly?!

“Beloved,” Yrelia called from bed. Her face was flushed from drinking more cider than usual. “You have that crease in your brow.”

“This weather is awful,” he complained. “I’m thinking of writing a strongly worded letter to the wizard in charge of weather predictions and informing them of how entirely unfit they are for the job. You know, we wizards are supposed to take our jobs seriously, Lia.” Yrelia slid out of bed and started walking towards him. “We are lectured and trained from a young age, through long lessons on pronunciation, proper somatic handwork, and even how to use a staff offensively.”

Yrelia hummed as she pulled him into bed. “Mouth work, handwork, and staff work? That is some proper training!” She pulled him on top of her. “I think I’d like to know more about this training of yours.” She grinned up at him. He blinked and her grin grew. “You walked right into it.”

He sighed. “I realize.”

“And you should kiss me.”

“I should.” He kissed her. “I love you.”

Her smile softened and she reached up and cupped his cheek. “I love you, too.” They kissed. “Now, my fiancé , I believe I made a request, and you wouldn’t deny me what I want on a holiday.”

He chuckled. He nuzzled her nose. “Never.”

“Tell me, my fiancé,” Yrelia hummed on their first night on their way home to Waterdeep. Gale was sitting on the bed while she let her hair down. She smiled and walked over to him. His heart leaped as she said the words. 

“Yes, my love?” He took her hand and kissed it. 

She smiled. She stepped up to him and took his face in her hands. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her chest, looking up at her face, ready for anything she had to say. Her smile grew. “Did you propose so I wouldn’t call you my boyfriend anymore?” 

He blinked before blushing. “It is unkind to tease me like this, Lia.”

She snorted. “Oh, but you are so fun to tease.” She giggled and kissed his forehead. “And now I have the rest of our lives to tease you. Seems like a good life to me.” She kissed his forehead again. Gale grinned and tears formed in his eyes, so unbelievably happy to be with her. She nuzzled his hair. “I love you, Gale. I can’t wait to start our life together.”

“I feel the same, Lia.” He accepted her kiss. “If we had champagne, I’d open a bottle.”

“We’ll find some when we’re in Waterdeep.” She started to push him back onto the bed. “Until then, I think there’s a few other ways to celebrate.”

He laughed and grabbed her hips as she straddled him. “I believe you’re onto something, my love.”

“Beloved,” Yrelia mumbled as Gale curled into her. He hummed and palmed her bare stomach. “Get some sleep.”

He hummed again. “Just a moment longer,” he murmured. “I need to feel you for a moment longer.”

She huffed a laugh. “I love you.”

He smiled. “I love you, too.”

[pannacottababy]

COLLAB WITH MY FRIENDS!

(Left to right, top to bottom)

Stareater (Daybreak) - heartsforkaveh. on Discord

James (TTTE) - @horiizonsstuff

Li Xue (Pokemon OC) - @aster-may

Mozart and Marie Antoinette (Fate) - @thegreatestrat

Michael Burton (OC) - TheWwapZone on Youtube

Hiei (Yu Yu Hakusho) - yours truly

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Okay so THANK YOU @horiizonsstuff for organizing this collab. I have maybe a few words to say.

When I claimed my spot I KNEW I had to put Hiei. But at the time I was working on the drawing, I had limited internet access.

There was a lot of power outages due to several storms hitting our area so I only managed to search "Hiei jaganshi form".

Now, Hiei Jaganshi form, really? You might be thinking that but I am not discreet when it comes to my crushes.

Yes, I LOVE Hiei Jaganshi. I can say that was something I did NOT expect to see (I dove into Yu Yu Hakusho knowing nothing.)

That power outage actually prompted me to shade for once. I also haven't drawn a serious digital piece in a LONG while.

Anyway, it was great having collabs like this. We have planned this a month(?) or so prior but tbh we still were a little late. I hope y'all enjoy!

[archiisfandomstuff]

Watchting marble hornets rn (like the entries on youtube) hopefully this won't alter my brain chemistry or some shit cause I know that mh and creepypasta are somehow link (idk they seem to share a few characters like hoodie, masky, and slenderman from who I know) and we already know I haven't been able to escape that shit for the past almost four years now.

will update later

read at your own risk. this just turned into me recording all of my thoughts n shit

currently at entry #5 and does not seem to have much if anything to do with mh but rather it's creator. Entries #1 , #4 & seem to have the most horror esce (?) shit to them

Entry #6: What the ever loving fuck is going on here??? What is Mr. Clean doing, the big ol' stalker? very confused but intrigued.

Entry #11 is bothering me cause I can't find the "close encounter Alex missed" with who I am assuming is slenderman like no fucking wonder Alex missed it, I can't find this mf either

I'm guessing that this is some arg type shit. My guess as someone who takes a while to formulate proper explanations that I do not care to formulate rn and am going off of a vague idea based off of the little information I've been given is that this whole thing is an arg thingy named after the fake movie the characters are creating in where it is the origin story for the characters (Tim/Hoodie and Brain/Masky) I (we ig but I really never had much interest in them so idk much) know. Tell me if I am like astronomically off or smth.

So Tim is literally just A Guy? Dude has like no plot relevance. Why are y'all hyping him up so much????

I hope Jay realizes he is literally entering. No breaking though, some idiot left the door unlocked.

homeboy fell to the ground coughing and got up like "Nah, no time for dying, gotta unlock the door with a deadbolt." fucking idiot, dude is gonna die so bad

"I may go back eventually" DO NOT GO BACK YOU DUMBASS

ALEX WTF DON'T DO THAT JUMPSCARE SHIT TO ME I CAN DO GORE I CANNOT DO JUMPSCARES BITCH

NVM IT'S BRIAN BUT STILL DON'T DO THAT MAN

Jay's lungs are still dying good to know

Entry #19: OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT MASKY YOU BITCH WTH BRIAN OMGGGGGGGGGGGG THIS SHIT IS SO COOL THOUGH NGL

Wait did I fuck up who is who? Is Tim Masky and Brian Hoodie. That sounds correct now that I think of it. Eh, fuck it, I ain't editing shit.

How the fuck is Jay not dead as hell yet? Mf has plot armor never seen before. "Ima just break into this house here, steal shit, GO BACK, get attacked, and continue pursuing this shit." BITCH YOU GON DIE

JAY STOP GOING BACK TO THE HOUSE IT IS NOT YOUR ONLY OPTION HOLY SHIT YOU DUMB FUCK

Have you even seen a character so fucking dumb they just disappoint you? That is how I currently feel about Jay. "Oh shit, I just saw the masked guy who attacked me and broke into my home. Let's fucking chase him."

"I am never going back to that house again." FUCKING FINALLY BITCH

oh shit someone is fucking with the cameras

wtf does totheark mean or stand for???

Rip Jay's apartment

Entry #26 was definitely something. So, Alex is alive, has a roommate or two, has managed to evade Slenderman for a while judging by the fact that his appearance was surprising to both Amy (idk who she is but I can tell she has no knowledge of what is going on) and Alex himself. Jay, this is clearly a trap, idiot. But, I understand falling for it ig.

Jay is the main character. He is still alive and I have no clue how but i do wanna know what happened in those seven months.

WHO IS JESSICA??????

omg poor jessica (assuming she is telling the truth)

MASKY YOU SON OF A BITCH

updates will stop for now because it's getting late and I'm pretty sure I have shit to do tomorrow (can't actually remember) gonna continue watching. I left off on Entry #34

We back

Tim "I may have had my leg broken by a paranoid film student, but I shall continue to torment his best friend" Wright.

Alex is suspicious as fuck. Calling it rn, he did or is doing something.

Still do not trust Alex like holy shit dude. Jessica, run, you want no part of this bullshit. Run, girl, run!

I am very confused as to what is going on w8th Tim, but I know that mf can run, lucky bitch.

With the rate that these mfs are falling to the ground in coughing fits, you'd think that Slenderman causes asthma not insanity. Also, wtf was Tim doing there. I originally thought this guy had no plot relevance.

TIM'S STALKING COMING IN CLUTCH OMG BEAT HIS ASS TIM

Gotta stop for a bit again cause I'm doing stuff with my family for a bit. Be back later

OMG I'M DUMB TOTHEARK IS TO THE ARK WHY DID THAT TAKE ME SO DAMN LONG I THOUGHT IT WAS LIKE TO THEARK OR SOME SHIT IDK

OMG TIM NO THIS ISH'T YOUR FAULT SLENDERMAN IS JUST A RAT FACED BITCH

Why has Brian only crimes (from what I can remember) been like, so tame compared to what you would expect? This motherfucker seems to be routing for Tim and Jay, I think. "Wipe that stupid smile off your face." Alex says, referencing how, apparently, Brian was smiling at the knowledge that Alex cannot find Tim and Jay. Idk, I like hi so far even if the whole stalking thing ain't really my jam.

JESSICA MY GIRL NOOOOOOOO OMG NO

That was a shit show. BUT MY GIRL IS ALIVE I THINK AND THAT'S AWESOME.

FUCK ALEX FUCK SLENDERMAN LONG LIVE (RIP) THE HOLY TRINITY OF BRIAN TIM AND JAY IDC WHAT CRIMES THEY'VE DONE AT LEAST THOSE MFS TRIED TO FIGHT IT AND LING LIVE JESSICA THE MF WHO DIDN'T DESERVE ANY OF THIS SHIT (NONE OF THEM DID) I LOVE HER SM

I HAVE FINISHED MARBLE HORNETS NOW PREPARE TO SUFFER CAUSE I'M OBSESSED