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misguidedasgardian · 7 months ago

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Enjoy my Summer II, part I

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Summary: You meet your friends in the God’s Eye

Pairings: Cregan Stark x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cursing, in some countries they are minors drinking alcohol, fluff, mentions of smut, smut, fun timessss, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 3,6 k

Notes: SORRY FOR THE DELAY! This had to be my favourite chapter ever and I wanted to take my time and even so, I will split this in two parts, because otherwise I was going to take longer and the thing was going to be huge jeje, anyways, love you all!

After a long train ride, you finally arrived at the Harrenhal station, were you were certain the boys were waiting for you

And there they were, as soon as you went up the escalators. They look as good as always, even better, you’d think, and you knew, by their faces, they were appreciating your summer glow

As soon as you saw Cregan with a wide smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hands, you dropped your bag and jumped into his arms.

As Sara did the same to Jace

It’s been only two weeks, and it felt like a lifetime.

You really had been spoilt by being so close to your boyfriend, him having an apartment to himself, you being living in the dorms, anyways

He smelt so good, you even rubbed your face on his neck making him chuckle

“I missed you”, you murmured

“And I missed you”, he whispered back, you released him only to lock your lips with his, and he kissed you back, hungrily

“Alright enough with the PDA, people are looking”, he said with a beautiful smile, you grabbed your things and they had theirs.

“Ready for the God’s Eye?”, asked Jace giving you a tight hug

“Can’t wait!”, you cheered excitedly

It was going to be just like when you were little, only better, because you were all grown up, you were here with your boyfriend, and you could drink alcohol like uncle Daemon could and made him all giggly at nights

“Alright, we parked the car in Jace’s house, as soon as we cross to the Island, we are on our own”, muttered Cregan, the train station was almost in the same building as the port, so you only walked towards the right gate to take the ferry across the Lake

The God’s Eye was one, if not THE greatest lake in the entire country, and at some point, the hottest spot for vacations before Dorne opened itself to tourism, a great way to escape the heat, to have fun, refresh…

But the coolest part was in the Isle of Faces, it was a whole village that activated itself in the summertime, it had two small towns within it, one on the North Side, and another in the South… Daemon Targaryen… Jace’s very young great uncle… had a cabin near the North Town.

But… it was not like you remember when you were children

The first holiday after summer break starts, the celebration of the union of all the Kingdoms brought into one, the Targaryen-Strongs would invite you all to the cabin in the Isle of Faces, to spend the holidays having icicles, having fun on the lake, and Daemon pulling you in his boat as you clinged onto an inflatable banana for dear life

But is not as you remembered

This thing looked abandoned

And it probably was

“This is how horror movies start”, you pointed out, as you took your sunglasses and accommodated them in the top of your head.

“Well, Daemon didn’t quite returned after that last summer…”, muttered Jace, “he told me it only needed some grass to be trimmed”

You thought that cleaning and clearing this out was going to be so fun, you really like remodels

“As long as we have all the tools to do this”, you murmured

Jace opened the door all excited, and yes, it was dusty, but it was exactly like you remembered it, maybe… smaller, well, you had grown up

The house was huge, Daemon had inherited it from their parents, they built it with the knowledge of his eleven brothers and sisters and their families.

It wasn’t fancy, but it was big and comfortable, it was a summer house, ten bedrooms, two of them on the first floor, the rest upstairs, but one huge space for livingroom and dinning room, and a huge kitchen, an open balcony where you can see the second floor and some of the doors to the rooms

The colour of the walls was red, the living room had a huge fireplace, that Daemon let you cook smores in to the twins, Jace and you

All beautiful fun memories

Cregan could see it in your face, the excitement

“Alrightttttt what rooms are you going to take?”, asked Jace

“Uh! Can I take Rhaenyra’s room?”, you asked, “it has the nicest view”, you looked at Cregan who was looking back at you

“Can I take that room too?”, he asked Jake, but looking at you

“Yes, and we will take the master room”, teased Jace, and you thanked that they were in the opposite sides of the house

“Alright, I say we take possession of our quarters for the Summer, and then, we begin cleaning this mess”, you proposed, and the plan was accepted.

It was… a mess

Cregan closed the door when he entered the room behind you, you turned around, raising an eyebrow at him. He grabbed you softly, sticking your body to his, smirking

“I missed you”, you giggled, hugging him tightly by the waist

“Missed you too”, you said happily

“Can I show you how much?”, he teased, you shook your head

“Not now, our friends are waiting”, you reminded him softly, he growled, kissing you in the corner of your mouth

“Tonight then”

“Obviously”, you said matter of factly, he released you after kissing you softly, you were so happy to have him again

After leaving your things in your room and cleaning around in there, removing the dust, and checking for creepy crawlers, you went back to the main house, because the same treatment needed to be done to the entire house. Jace fired up a speaker they brought from Winterfell, put on some good songs, Sara found the cleaning products in the kitchen under the sink, and after battling with a few spiders, you started working

“You are to sweet for meeee”, singed Jace as he was sweeping the floor below

“I’d rather take my whiskey neeeattttt”, you and Sara singed from above, in the second floor as you were dusting the wooden railings

Cregan moved the furniture around, for Jace to sweep underneath, and tried to get rid of the dust for him over the furniture too

You later held up the light for Jace to turn on the generator in a small creepy house in the backyard, and cleaned the solar panels to be able to have light all day long and night too, everything was working great. The house lit up like a Christmas tree just in time for sunset.

But Jace, and a little bit of you, still had an ace up your sleeve, and walked towards the garage, there were many things in there, all sorts of tools, gardening supplies, and…

“Aha!”, exclaimed Jace, triumphantly, he grabbed the end of the old sheet and with one long movement, he revealed what was underneath, the Myth, the legend…

Daemon Targaryen’s Easter Jeep Safari, a classic, older than Jace and you

“Fuck yeah!”, you admired

“Cregan had an oldie like this one that he fixed all by himself, tomorrow he could help me with it”, he said, “and we’ll have wheels for the summer!”

“Love it”, you said triumphantly

You came back into the house to see Sara and Cregan had returned from grocery shopping.

“I have great news!”, said Cregan happily, “I got a job opportunity”

“Really?”, you asked, amazed, “where?”

“Actually, for all of us, but we’ll have to see it tomorrow”, he said, and he seemed so happy and excited it rub off of you too

“Great!”, said Jace, “tomorrow we will check it out!”

“The guy told me to go there afternoon”

“So in the morning we jump to do the gardening”, you offered

You had tacos and beer for dinner. And then, came the good part, your private meeting with Cregan. You felt like a little girl, all giggly, like you were doing something you were not supposed to, while you went up the stairs with him to “go to bed”.

“I missed you”, Cregan purred in your ear as soon as the door closed, you hugged his arms that hugged you

“I missed you too”, you said, he kissed you in your weak spot, right under your ear at the start of your jaw. You turned around to kiss him properly, he hugged you tightly, he hugged you back. Oh you had missed him so much. You undress each other carefully, enjoying every second of it, he smelled so good. You were greedy, touching him everywhere you could lay your hands on.

“Do you wanna…?”

“Shut up”, you giggled pushing him into the bed playfully, his smile was wide, as he let you guide him, only wearing his underpants, you were only wearing your underwear. You straddled his hips, leaning in and kissing him

His hands roamed your body.

You took your time, you kissed him from his mouth to his jaw, to his neck, feeling a bit frisky, his big hands were on your hips.

“I realise something”, you whispered, dropping kisses on his chest, “while I was away from you”

“What was that?”, he asked, in between groans, you looked down at him, with such love in your eyes that is was’t necessary to put it into words

“Oh”, he said, pleased, “you too right?”, you giggled

“What?”, you asked back

“I love you too”, he said, with a wide smile, you gasped, smiling back, he leaned up and grabbed you, putting you under him so quickly. It was his turn to kiss you, lick you, bit you a bit. It had only been ten days, and you had missed him so much, really missed him. He took off the two pieces of clothing left. HIs mouth on your breasts felt so, so nice. When there was no other inch of kiss for you both to kiss of each other, he finally thrusted inside of you, you both moaned wantonly.

You really, really, had missed him. The way he felt inside of you was something else, out of this world. It was a hell of a reunion.

You woke up cuddled with Cregan, he smiled when you opened your eyes, he was so handsome.

“Good morning”, he whispered, you smiled back

“Mornin’”, you whispered back, he leaned in and kissed you, just a peck on the lips, “Its my turn to make breakfast”, you say lazily, getting up of bed, Cregan tried to grab you, playfully, but you sneaked away just in time between giggles

You met Sara in the kitchen, that had been sanitised the day before so you could eat here and not get grayscale. You made some of everything, waffles, scrambled eggs, juice, coffee, all of it. You were so excited, to start a new day, you decided it was best to dedicate the whole week to get everything in order.

The boys started the heavy machinery to clear the front yard and backyards, that included a small tractor to mow the grass. You spent the entire morning cleaning up the front and backyard, you were so lucky there were four of you, with friends, a good speaker playing good music, the house was in fighting shape by lunch, at least, no snake was going to be able to hide on the grass to bite you.

“I have a meeting with the guy that is going to rent me his palace to work”, muttered Cregan

“I think we can take Caraxes”, said Jacaerys, Cregan and Sara looked at you weirdly

“Daemon’s car”, you said with a smile

“Your family names their cars?”, asked Cregan

“Family tradition”, Jacaerys said with a wide smile, “but we have to be very careful with the car, it’s Daemon’s”

“Of course man, you drive it”, assured Cregan

“I just gotta say, I really appreciate what we are doing here”, said Jace, “for the very first time Daemon is treating me like an adult, my family too, and he was truly impressed with all the pictures I had been sending him”, he said happily

“And he is going to be even more amazed!”, you said, “once we finished up here”

You jump start the car with a battery charger that was in the garage, and it turns up pretty quickly. And the four of you got inside it, to pump gas on the near north town and then take the street that went away from the city centre, but still near, a small road that went by the edge of the lake, until you could see a small cabin

“This is the address”, says Cregan, looking extremely excited. You all jumped out of the car. There was a dock, you could see Harrenhal from here, but the beautiful lake in between. You could see boats around too. But as you looked at the cabin, well, you were not impressed.

“Well.. you are the one that said that you wanted “some job that I got on my own”, Jace mocked, as you four looked at the rundown cabin… cabin was such a nice word this thing was… something else

A shack?

“I can feel the grayscale entering my pores”, you said lowly

“Now now, don’t be brats!”, Sara said, “with a bit of paint, and some lovin’...”

“And a flamethrower”, said Jace

“...This could really be something”, she continued

As she said it, the wooden canoe hanging from the side dropped to the ground comically, making all of you jump

“Why?”, you asked Cregan

“The man was willing to rent it for very little if we promised to improve it!”, he explained simply

Cregan walked towards the door, knocked and entered. You waited, he needed to talk to the owner

It wasn’t even a minute before an old man that smelled like fish bait danced out of the rundown cabin, cheering and happy dancing

“Poor suckers!”, he laughed, as he danced away from there

Cregan followed with a set of keys in his hands

“It’s ours for the summer”, he said with a wide smile, he was so excited you just looked at Jace and you both nodded, silently compromising in getting involved with this

“What’s the verdict, designer?”, asked Cregan as you entered slowly and carefully, like you were walking on eggs

“Well…”, it was a lot of wood, a counter, broken shelves, it extended towards the back, where there was supposed to be kayaks and other water sport equipments, but they were very old and some of them broken, there was a small second floor, but the rails to the first were broken, but it was a nice space.

And you saw the small dock outside. You could tell it had potential, you could tell that a few years back with everything painted and all, it was nice.

You looked back at Cregan and he was looking at you expectantly

“We’ll need 4 buckets of paint, a sander, a thousand sandpapers, a couple of pieces of wood to cover some mistakes, ropes, wood filler, nails, a hammer,... but I think… this place truly can be something”, you said, and Cregan smiled warmly at you

“Alright you heard her! Let’s get some stuff!”, said Sara happily. And you went trough town and back tot he house

“Alright let’s get this party started”, said Cregan decisively, putting a blank drawing block page over the table. “We’ll buy second hand kayaks and waterboards, and rent them, the town is packed, we can make a profit”, he declared his master plan

“Alright”, you said happily, “we have a cost on the materials”, you said scribbling down once you saw them at the local store.

“We have the cost of the inversion”, said Cregan, scribbling down some more, “I think we can make a profit”

“Alright, let’s get to work”, sentenced Jacaerys.

And you did, for the rest of the week, you spent your mornings fixing the shack, you started by fixing the wood, then painting. You and Cregan actually turned the second floor into a cute corner where you could nap, hang out or even cuddle, you installed an amazing rope hammock where you could lay and chill. You fixed the downstairs stands, and after you painted the walls you installed hooks to hang the kayaks the boys purchased.

You filled it up with things the neighbours had given you.

It took you seven complete days to finish cleaning, sanding, repairing, painting, and putting order in the shack and its surroundings. But the ending? It was so worth it. The best part is that the shack had a small beach by the dock. There was an old safeguard post there that you cleaned and fixed too, and when everybody that passed by saw that it was fixed, people started hanging around. You cleaned and put the kayaks on display. And for inauguration day, there were actually people coming to see what the fuss was all about.

“I’m tired of sanding”, you whined, with a beer in hand

“I’m tired of painting”, said Sara, with still painting on her cheek

“I’m tired of trimming grass”, moaned Jace

“I’m tired of fixing that wood, and the deck”, said Cregan

“But it’s over now!”, you had installed fairy lights outside, and the summer night was beautiful, the water was so instilled, you could hear cicadas in the small woods nearby. Even though at day, there was a lot of heat, at night, it simmered, letting you enjoy the warm weather.

You set up a place to make a bonfire, you put out lawn chairs, and a cooler with beers, and you finally could relax, you toasted for your week’s hard work, and for what it was turning out to be, a great summer.

“Alright so tomorrow we open the Shack”, said Cregan

“There was already people asking about it”, said Sara

“Well, we did spread the word”, said Jace

“Kayak and water sports supplies rental”, you whispered with a smile.

“For the Shack!”, said Cregan, raising his beer

“For the Shack!”, you sang in unison.

The very next day you wore matching shirts and jean shorts for the opening, you were minding the cashier, while Cregan showed the kids and their parents the kayaks for rental. Sara and Jace were outside watching the people on the lake and also helping the people inside. It was a great first day. Where you realised you could also sell fishing accessories, as it was great in the area and the guy that minded the store before sold it.

Another week went by, you were working on shifts but still the schedule was pretty flexible, so you always had time to hang by the lake, and you were having a great time. It got better because you knew Ben was coming, and also you believed that Baela and Rhaena, it was going to be great, even better.

Today, it was the boy’s turn to mind the shack, while you and Sara bathed in the sun on the docs, it was a weekday, so it was fairly calm day

“Sara…”, you whined, laying down at the dock, “I’m so fucking horny”

“Me too”, she sighed, accommodating her sunglasses, “it's the summer”, she said

“How does that make any sense? it's hot as fuck! we are sweaty… uncomfortable”, you muttered, rolling over to sunbathe on your other side

“Yes but in the animal Kingdom, if we were animals and mate now, our pups would be born in Spring and have more time to grow before having to face the harsh winter, you see? we are in mating season”, you looked at her in wonder

“That actually makes sense”, you tried, and you both laughed

“It does, doesn't it?” she mocked back.

The town where you were working and spending the summer was beautiful, it was less than 10,000 habitants, but now in the summer it is more populated. You loved walking by the town’s square, you loved the local stores and the people were so nice. You could actually walk, -although it was a long one- to the house, and you were enjoying the town too much. You liked the house, and now you have come to love the Shack.

Cregan was smiling at you as you walked towards the market, today you were going to light up the grill at the house, throw some veggies and some cuts, have some beers.

You were setting up the girl, and sent Daemon a picture of the four of you, all smiley faces. You had cleaned up the house, the garden, a bit of the garage. Jace had been so happy, and Daemon seemed too, he seemed pleased.

You felt so happy in the little kingdom you had created.

That;s why your stomach turned when you heard an engine nearing the house, two cars. You shared concerned looks because the house was pretty isolated, you wondered who it could be. You were in the backyard and the driveway was on the front.It wasn’t until you heard the car doors and you heard voices that you were truly concerned

Jacaerys froze, like really froze

“Oh no”, he muttered, you all looked at him

“What?”, you asked quickly

“I didn’t think they’d mean it”

“What? Who?”, you heard people walking around the house and towards the back

“I heard that there’s a party around here!”, was that? No

Aegon showed up, raising both his arms, he had drinks on them, following him closely there was a group of five other people. The four of you truly looked concerned, but not as much as you, when you saw none other than Aemond himself showing up to the reunion

“What are you doing here?”, asked Jace

“Well, it's our summer home too, isn’t it Nephew?”, mocked Aegon. And your small kingdom was in jeopardy of conquest.

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uzumaki-rebellion · 8 months ago

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"King Killmonger: The Golden Jaguar Chapter 8"

Masterlist in case you need to catch up HERE!

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"Weeping willow tree Tell me what you know River were you cryin' Many rains ago? ((Koleba je wo)

Sacred baobab tree Lost your children to the sea Taken from the land Many rains ago

Koleba je wo (goodbye Motherland) Koleba je wo Wo, wo, wo

Sing me that old song From many rains ago…"

Letta Mbulu – "Many Rains Ago (Oluwa)"

Warmth spread across Yani's closed eyelids first before it spread like warm honey across her throat and uncovered arm. The weight of N'Jadaka's body clutching onto hers pressed down more heat into her, and his soft snoring creased a smile on her lips.

Their lovemaking wore them both out before dawn unfurled light and color back into the morning sky. Her body ached and still tingled. The king's touches from the night before were ghostly echoes on her skin.

Yani steeped herself in their perfect love.

How long had it been since they were allowed to sleep in together without their kimoyos lighting up and automatically dispatching their hectic work schedules for the day as their children bounded about their home ready to start their busy day too?

Birds chirped in the branches above the open skylight. She watched a fiery orange pair with natural feathers boas fluffed out under their chubby necks peer down at her with curiosity. The air smelled like the forest had been dusted with perfume. It was the wet season in Wakanda and all of East Africa. The seasons were different from what she was accustomed to in her old island life. Back home it would be the dry season with less rain. The odor of heavy moisture saturated the air, and she hoped another periodic rainfall didn't occur on their planned hike and picnic above the waterfall.

She shifted a little and N'Jadaka groaned in his sleep. A deep slumber didn't prevent his body from reacting negatively to her trying to move away from him so soon.

Slipping away quietly, she scurried to the restroom pod and relieved herself on a specially made trapdoor toilet that collected the human waste and converted it into fertilizer for the tree it was attached to. She washed herself up with the large bowl of scented water on the sink and pondered the modern upgrade touches that didn't take away from the original fixtures that the first inhabitants used. Another bottle of her special lubricant sat waiting for her use on the intricately carved shelf on the wall. Her face heated up a little knowing that the caretakers were well aware of what would go down while they were there. She brushed her teeth and smoothed her hair as best she could. Walking on tiptoes back to the bedroom she lifted her robe from the hook and put it on.

Singing voices drifted up to her ears and Yani sought out the source from the circular wall window in the livingroom. Down below F'Neka and Yiswa were joined by two other older women who stood on royal purple and aquamarine-colored blankets. Their layered harmonies were in the accent of the River Tribe people and the words were not Wakandan, but rather a part of the language of the different ethnic groups among the water people. Soon a group of men, younger and older, joned them wearing the same royal purple and brilliant greenish-neon blue robes as the women. Four young women carrying baskets of yellow and magenta flowers rounded out the choir of singing to the queen and king.

Yani wished she had grabbed her language translator earbuds from the boat. The warm hues in their tones enabled her to make the meaning without understanding anything. They were welcoming the sunrise in her honor. Their dainty hands lifted toward the golden orb and then gracefully swung up toward Yani. She blew them a kiss and they continued the singing and rocking motion that heralded the light for her. Their bodies twisted toward the river tributary and their arms swung down to the water as if beckoning the placid liquid to join their beautiful voices.

N'Jadaka's juicy lips kissed the back of her neck and she closed her eyes savoring the tenderness. He stood next to her and whispered to his gold claw necklace "Translate," and the river people's message was not what Yani thought at all. Her mouth dropped open in true understanding and even the king's eyes joined hers in welling up. F'Neka and Yisma led the heart-stirring melody of a song for the lost tribe…the stolen children of Africa. It was a lamentation and a welcoming home.

F'Neka's strong alto voice made Yani's heart soar. Their eyes locked together and the elder caretaker beseeched the trees and the river where Mama Wati rested if they remembered what happened to Yani and N'Jadaka's ancestors. Yisma added her stirring voice "Sacred baobab tree, lost your children to the sea, taken from the land, Many rains ago…"

Chills ran up Yani's arm and N'Jadaka hugged her body close to his trembling one as other hidden voices joined the group from within the forest, acoss the tributary, and far away from Ugogo Udaku's ancestral home. To Yani, it sounded like the entire River Tribe in Wakanda sang to them, carrying the burden of ancestral trauma and giving them sanctuary as the children who returned to the motherland.

N'Jadaka lowered his head and wiped away tears and Yani wept while he held her in his arms. These people were not just the River Tribe, but the protectors of the ancestral waters that Mama Wati held dominion over.

A hushed silence blanketed the forest when the singers finished their last verse.

The women carrying the flower baskets decorated the low table and meal attendants brought forth another floating cart with their breakfast meal. Once the preparations were complete, the people humbly left the vicinity.

The power of the song lingered for Yani and she held N'Jadaka's hand. Letting out a breath, she looked up to her husband's face. N'Jadaka kept his eyes on the river.

"How could they remember us?" he said.

He rested his hands on the windowsill.

"Maybe they were singing about you coming back home to them," Yani said, touching his hand.

"No. They were singing for you too, for all of us out there. Why would they have a song like that about losing children to the sea? They've never lost anyone. My uncle threw me and his own brother away without a care…why do they care? Why would they?"

"They know our story now."

"Their language is different from Wakandan, but I recognized a few words that were from the Panther Tribe's lexicon…from way back. Words only people in Queen Shuriya's time used…when she ventured out into the world."

His brows furrowed and his expression sought answers within his mind as Yani watched his face. He had another riddle to solve and she knew he would pick at it like an impatient tongue on a loose tooth.

"Let's eat, love," Yani said.

He followed her down the treehouse stairs and they noticed their personal black panthers frolicking among lush fronds. Yani sat down and N'Jadaka served her a large bowl of intasa uthando—morning love—a River Tribe specialty of a layered breakfast meal. At the bottom of the bowl was seasoned pink rice that was grown throughout the river wetlands. On top of the rice was roasted and diced purple yams with caramelized onions sprinkled with ground chicken sausage and topped with a fried egg. N'Jadaka made himself another bowl filled with savory porridge and they shared a glorious morning eating and chatting about the books they wanted to read back on the boat and how much they looked forward to their hike.

They left their empty bowls and drinking glasses to use the outdoor shower again. The water was cold and invigorating on their bodies. Dressing quickly indoors with clothing N'Jadaka had pre-selected for their trip, they left messages for their children and caretakers watching over them.

"Should I wear a heavier jacket? I think it might rain on our way up," Yani said.

N'Jadaka checked the weather advisory on his beads.

"I'll pack light coverings in my pack," he said.

Yani slipped on comfortable hiking shoes that were a wedding gift and personally designed by Shuri. The purple and pink shoes were low like trainers, but could easily transform into protective rain boots if needed. Their hiking outfits matched in all their red and gold finery: light pocketed trousers and breathable long-sleeve athletic tops with the royal insignia on the shoulders. Yani slipped a floppy sun hat on her head and N'Jadaka tucked his locs under a red hair covering.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yep."

A young woman attendant met them at the trail head carrying two hydro-packs with their lunch inside it. Yani twined the plastic sipping tube along her shoulder clasps for easy mouth access.

"My name is Vusumuzi, I will be your hiking guide," she said.

Vusumuzi wore form-fitting brown trousers and a matching jacket. Her hair was covered in a green wide-brimmed straw hat. She handed Yani and N'Jadaka yellow sunglasses to protect their eyes. The large lenses made everything even more crystal clear and were perfect for wet weather with the anti-condensation feature. Their guide slung her own pack over her shoulders.

"We'll travel through the low fronds and traverse a scenic path so you may see the best of the forest before we ascend the falls. This way please," Vusumuzi said.

For the first thirty minutes they spoke to Vusumuzi about the plants and trees. Vusumuzi had a charming personality and a love for the forest. She reminded Yani of herself giving Eco Tours in St. Thomas. Her kind spirit made the excursion pleasant and relaxing. The moisture in the air thickened and Yani zipped her tunic's collar higher on her throat. She sipped water and held N'Jadaka's hand on some of the trickier parts of the forest floor that was littered with logs from fallen snag trees. Although their brisk walking warmed up her limbs, the temperature dropped a little. N'Jadaka pulled out her jacket from his pack and helped her put it on.

The air felt thicker in her nose and Yani kept her mouth parted to gulp more air into her body. Without even asking, Vusumuzi slowed the pace. Their hiking path widened and there were less giant downed trees to walk around or climb over with N'Jadaka's assistance. A sense of heightened calm descended over Yani and she stopped talking to Vusumuzi just to luxuriate in the stillness of peace surrounding her. The trees were so tall and old it felt like walking among quiet elders who watched them pass through.

"We'll have to walk single file once we start up the main trail," Vusumuzi said, glancing back at them. "Queen Yani? Is everything okay?'

Yani stopped hiking and stood next to a wide-belly tree. Its circumference could hold one hundred grown men in the center. Emerald green fronds fanned out around it and so did the broken limb from a nearby tree that had fallen near it covered in green moss and traces of fungus.

"Look," Yani said pointing.

Three black panther cubs rested their small paws on the broken tree limb. N'Jadaka and Vusumuzi looked in the direction she pointed.

"I don't see anything," N'Jadaka said.

"Right there," Yani said wagging her finger to guide their gaze.

"I'm sorry my queen. I don't see anything and our panthers are past their mating season. There are no cubs that I know of that our panthers in this vicinity would have birthed," Vusumuzi said.

Yani gaped at Vusumuzi before glancing back at the spot on the fallen branch.

No cubs.

"Wait…"

Yani trudged forward and Vusumuzi tapped her kimoyos. An orange rectangular surveillance screen floated above her wrist.

"Queen Yani, there are no panthers around us. I have no heat signatures and our usual big guys are back at your housing."

N'Jadaka settled next to Yani. He studied her face then looked around the area she was positive three cuddly black cubs had peered at her with big yellow eyes.

"A trick of the light maybe?" N'Jadaka said. He tapped his hiking boot on a few big stones covered in velvety dark moss.

"I thought I saw them. Right there…"

A light drizzle of rain dropped through the canopy and they moved on. Yani kept snatching peeks behind her. The soft rain wet her open mouth and she could see her breath in front of her face as they hiked further. Reaching the hardest part of their ascending trail, Yani followed behind Vusumuzi with trepid steps and N'Jadaka brought up the rear. She went over and over in her mind about the cubs she knew she spotted watching her from the tree. Something about the stillness and her hiking companions not witnessing what she saw unnerved her senses. The forest had eyes. She was being watched. It didn't feel threatening or predatory. More like a beckoning in the way that fairy tales seduced or lured their protagonists in some grand adventure. Whatever wanted her attention had it, and she became all too aware of everything around her trek.

The slow-winding path upward added pressure to Yani's chest. The altitude made her fingers swell too. She hunkered down and pushed her thighs and legs to work harder. The view on their left side made the hard physical labor worth it. Vusumuzi paused their hike so they could take holo-pics and vids to share with the children. She gulped down more water and slipped a bite of an energy bar from her lunch pack.

"There are several waterfalls along the valley beyond this mountain. They lead to Warrior Falls and beyond that is the Merchant Tribe territory. The River Tribe is the second largest tribe in the nation and we have seven ethnic groups within our numbers that speak three languages besides Wakandan which is our designated national language," Vusumuzi shared.

They hiked further and the trail grew steeper. The back of Yani's thighs burned. She began to feel the sharper effects of the higher altitude. Vusumuzi slowed down the pace even more to accommodate her.

"Here Queen Yani, take some oxygen to help you," Vusumuzi said.

She pulled out a small oxygen feeder no bigger than a water bottle and handed it off. Placing it against her chin, Yani allowed a small breathing mask to materialize over her mouth and nose. She breathed deeply and N'Jadaka watched her with concern.

"Maybe we should wait another day to let you get more acclimated Yani. I didn't mean to rush you on a hike," he said with concern.

Still breathing deeply, Yani shook her head.

"Better?" Vusumuzi asked.

"Yes…thank you."

"You are doing well for your first time here. Would you like to rest? Eat some more of your snack?" Vusumuzi said.

They rested for fifteen minutes and Yani finished the rest of energy bar. N'Jadaka ate one too even though it was obvious the hike didn't bother him at all. She patted his hand silently thanking him for trying to make her feel comfortable pretending he needed the nutrients to help him reach the top.

"This view is so pretty. Like a painting," Yani said.

Their eye line was high above the greenery of the canopy below and in the distance, the forest extended further south along the path of the shimmering emerald-green river feeding into the smaller tributaries that shaped the land of the River people. She was able to spot their houseboat with the help of the binocular lenses embedded in her sunglasses. They sat for another five minutes admiring the panoramic setting until Yani stood up and folded the wrapper of her snack into her pack. It took another hour to crest the top of the waterfall their houseboat pushed through. The loud sound of water filled her ears. Standing a safe distance from the edge, she admired the wonder before her and how high up they were. A small rainbow arched across the spray that sunlight brought them. The rain had stopped and Yani felt like the queen of the world standing there.

N'Jadaka set up a picnic area with a small folded scarf and he helped Yani and Vusumuzi take off their packs. Chunky sandwiches on spiced bread filled with fresh veggies and tender roasted beef stuffed their bellies. The king grinned when he found generous slices of yam cornbread waiting among the sandwiches.

"Umama made sure you had plenty of it," Yani teased.

N'Jadaka tore into his piece, licking up any falling crumbs, even tearing pieces from Yani's share.

"Greedy," she said slapping his fingers away. She let him finish the rest of hers. There would be plenty waiting for them later. She was sure of that.

One by one, they took turns to slip away and relieve themselves before the return trip. They surveyed another section of the waterfall before Yani became faint.

"Baby, hey, you alright?"

N'Jadaka rushed to her side and held her up, preventing her from toppling over the ledge.

"I'm okay…just winded I think. The altitude is hitting a little too hard right now," she said.

Yani touched her forehead as a pounding headache disturbed her peace. It took over two hours to hike to the crest. The rubbery feeling in her legs brought on the dread of slogging back down. N'jadaka tapped his beads.

"Okoye, bring the Royal Talon Fighter to my location. Queen Yani has altitude sickness. She won't be able to walk back down."

"I will be there shortly kumkani," Okoye's voice replied.

A minute later, the Talon Fighter's luminous neon blue glow materialized from out of thin air above them. A tracking beam lifted the three of them up into the air. Looking down toward the place they once stood, Yani was sure she saw the three panther cubs again. She didn't mention it to the others and tried to convince herself that the altitude sickness was messing with her mind.

N'Jadaka fretted over Yani inside the Royal talon Fighter.

Okoye prepared a half dosage of replenishing fluids that N'Jadaka used as the Black Panther whenever he had to don his suit and recuperate after a strenuous mission overseas. Yani sipped it from a straw and he held her close to him on the back seating in the rear of the aircraft.

Vusumuzi sat quietly in one of the console seats in front of a viewscreen mesmerized at the chance to ride inside the king's transport, a privilege few would have.

"I'm better now," Yani insisted, but he wouldn't stop fussing over her, checking her temperature and heart rate too.

"I can have the royal doctor here within the hour kumkani," Okoye said while holding another small plastic bag filled with more vitamin fluids.

"Please don't bother Dr. Chidubem. I'm fine now. I'll rest and feel even better in a few hours," Yani said waving the bag of fluid away.

"Drop us down at the homestead Okoye. We'll stay here tonight and leave the day after tomorrow bright and early. We want to see the river market before we sail into Warrior Falls."

"Yes, kumkani."

Okoye headed to the front of the aircraft and N'Jadaka beckoned for Vusumuzi to join them standing on the circular transport on the floor.

"Despite the circumstances kumkani, this has been quite a thrill to see the inside of the Royal Talon Fighter," Vusumuzi said.

He smiled at her and kept an arm around Yani's waist. They were gently lowered by the gravitational force back in front of the giant tree that held their treehouse residence. He quickly removed Yani's backpack and his own, then handed them back to Vusumuzi.

"Thank you for your guidance on our hike," Yani said.

She patted their guide's wrist and the woman beamed at being touched by a royal so openly in that way.

"I hope you feel much better and get plenty of rest. Will you need me tomorrow?" Vusumuzi asked.

N'Jadaka shook his head.

"I think we'll play it by ear and stay here for the day. If she's fully recuperated we'll explore close to the river around here," he said.

Vusumuzi gave a quick lowering of her head and left them alone.

The Royal Talon Fighter cloaked itself above them. Okoye would fly the aircraft to a designated spot to give them privacy, but she was in constant contact with five other Dora Milaje assigned to protect them that were stationed on the ground. N'Jadaka wanted his honeymoon to feel like he was a regular citizen out and about with his wife. Okoye pushed back on not having his security team present in their current location. He reminded his general that he was more deadly when it came to safeguarding his own wife. Yani was the air he breathed. No harm would come to her as long as he was around.

He walked behind Yani as they climbed the stairs of the tree house. She sniffed the air in the front room.

"Something smells delicious," she said, heading toward the kitchen.

A pot of coconut fish stew bubbled on a small cook stove. Fresh yam cornbread and broiled shrimp skewers glazed with ground spices cooked in honey lent their delicious odors of local seafood and wild rice dishes.

Yani was well enough to bathe in the restroom, and soon after they tucked into their supper together inside the living room listening to the sound of a heavier rain fall outside. He made a fire in the front room brass pit and they snuggled together watching the flames dance under a blanket. He insisted that she turn in early and read a book to her inside the cozy bedroom. She slept easily and he watched over her late into the night.

Yani seemed different.

Their return from the hike had him on alert to meet her needs. The last thing he wanted was for their honeymoon to be marred from illness. Yani had a tendency to push herself around him, as if she still needed to prove that she was capable of matching his energy. There was nothing she needed to do to show him that she was capable of anything. She was perfect the way she was.

The thing with the panther cubs he didn't see loomed over her behavior on the hike up the waterfall crest. He saw nothing but rocks and forest fronds…however…he sensed an aura of energy that was unfamiliar and yet belonged to him. Whatever Yani saw was real to her. It didn't matter that he, nor their patient guide, saw it. To keep her from freaking out, N'Jadaka played it off as a trick of the eye. The truth was, he too felt something was around them in his ancestral home. Bast and Ogum didn't stir him up with an alertness he always carried. This was family territory and a safe space for him and Yani. Wakanada was full of enchanted wonders. Why wouldn't the birthplace of Bashenga not hold sway over his wife?

Yani slept soundly and he spooned around her. The warmth from her body seeped into him and he was gently aroused. His erection rested against her backside, snug in the crease of her ass cheeks. His arousal bathed him in love from her.

After an hour he notified the attendants to bring their dinner later in case Yani became hungry. He left her to sleep longer and took a walk through the trees vine-cut paths that looped around the tree house. The evening transformed the forest into an enchanted hideaway. Fireflies lit his way and he noticed butterflies hunkering down for the night to bask in their own slumber as the night woke up nocturnal life. N'Jadaka sniffed the pollen-laden air and admired flowers that sprang open only at night.

Peace.

It flowed over him as the forest became a sanctuary for himself and his wife. Water trickled across smaller waterfalls and through the stream he followed that led him to a garden of passion flowers and night orchids that bloomed fully with the earlier rainfall. Cacao trees loomed over him with long, ripe yellow nuts dangling from the branches.

A cloying sent tickled his nose and he searched for the source.

"N'Jadaka…where are you?"

Yani's faint lilting voice drew him away from venturing further.

"I'm out here! Behind the tree house"

His booming voice echoed and traveled far. Yani's floating image popped up above his wrist.

"I'm coming to where you are," she said.

"Are you good?"

"I'm fine. Headache is gone and that long nap helped. Why didn't you wake me to go with you?"

"I wanted you to rest longer. We go canoeing in the morning and no sense over exerting you after that altitude sickness."

He spoke to her until she was a hundred feet away from him. She waved and he watched her come to him with a swing in her hips. The light from her kimoyo beads gave her enough glow to traverse the vines and plants on the forest floor. She was dressed in loose flared pants and a light jacket.

He took her hand in his and gave her a hug.

"Glad you're better."

"Me too. Oh look how pretty everything is," Yani said while walking ahead of him.

The small waterfall in the distance glowed from an unknown source that hinted at traces of vibranium and the reflection of the fireflies darting about. Frogs croaked and monkeys chattered above them in the branches. Yani inhaled deeply and her face looked relaxed and tranquil. She clasped his hand and the wandered together delighting in the scenery. Some of the plant life glowed with bioluminescence and they didn't need to use their kimoyos as lamp light.

"Take a holo-pic of me in front of this giant plant," Yani said.

She posed for him and he held up his wrist tapping a bead.

The hairs on the back of his neck raised. He sensed someone looking at him from behind. Yani's eyes grew wide and she looked past him. She wasn't scared, just hesitant to say anything to him. He turned his head to fix his gaze on whatever she spotted.

Nothing.

Lush flowers and tall plants were the only thing present near the stream of water gurgling through their surroundings.

But he still sensed a presence. Something low to the ground. Non-threatening.

Glancing at Yani he noticed her feigning that nothing was amiss.

"Take a few more," she said with rushed breath.

"What do you see?" he asked.

Her eyelashes fluttered quickly and she smiled. He read a tenseness in her body.

"It doesn't scare you, so whatever it is, it has no evil intent. Tell me what you see, Yani."

Her lips quirked and she let out long breath.

"I see three Black panther cubs. They are lying down on the pile of vines near that purple night orchid."

N'Jadaka went to where she said the invisible entities revealed themselves to her.

"Stop…you're right in front of them," she said.

He looked down at his feet. Just vines and damp soil.

"Take my hand," he said.

He reached back for her and she quietly padded to him and threaded her fingers with his. Bending down, he used his free hand to wave around the area she saw the cubs. Nothing tangible stopped his waving but his skin tingled and the hairs on his arm lifted. Something was there. Only he couldn't see it. Just Yani.

"Can you touch them?" he asked.

She lowered her free hand.

"No," she said.

N'Jadaka tapped his kimoyo and scanned the area.

"Holy shit," he gasped.

There were heat signatures. In the shape of cubs. He recorded the evidence and made Yani stand next to them so he could document her with the phenomena.

"Look," he said holding out his wrist so she could see his small orange screen.

They both blinked at the screen and the cubs' yellowish-orange heat signatures vanished next to Yani's very clear image. She glanced down at their feet.

"They're gone," Yani said.

She looked around their area and came back to him to stare at the recorded evidence that disappeared.

"That's what you saw when we went hiking…right?" he said.

"Yes. I saw them again when the tracking beam pulled us into the Talon Fighter. I didn't want to say anything because I thought I might be hallucinating from altitude sickness. I didn't want one of our citizens to think her new queen was unstable. Why didn't she see their heat signatures with her kimoyos?"

"Maybe she wasn't meant to see them. Maybe they're for your eyes only."

"But you sense them…and you saw their shapes."

He shrugged.

"They're connected to you some kinda way. You saw them three times. Maybe they're trying to convey a message to you. Give you a sign of something."

"Why me? I'm not even from this land originally."

He held her hand again and they walked back toward their tree house.

"Wakanda has fundamentally changed you and me. You gave birth to a child connected to here through me. Now that you're my wife and officially an Udaku, this land could be giving you a sign that it accepts you as one of their own."

Yani smiled and swung their hands gently.

"I'd like to believe that. I wish you could see them, they are so adorable and look so soft and cuddly."

"Don't be afraid to tell me if you see anything else while we're here."

"Okay."

"Want to soak in the hot spring?"

"Let's go in the larger one Vusumuzi showed us," Yani suggested.

They donned swimsuits and Yani tied her hair up in a peach headwrap before journeying to the west side of the Udaku homestead where a large pool of water nestled against a stone wall. He liked that pool better because it didn't smell at all and the water was at the perfect temperature. There were lamps secured in the trees and he lit them up making it look like daytime from the glare on the stone wall. Yani tied his locs up and they swam together sloshing the warm liquid over their skin and splashing each other like they were back at their cove in St. Thomas.

Yani was healthy and happy and her encounter with the three black panther cubs seemed forgotten. In fact, she appeared more at ease knowing that he was aware that her experience was based in reality. One that he could sense even if he couldn't see it like her.

He floated next to her.

"We're like two vegetables floating in a warm bowl of soup," Yani said.

"We need vacations like this throughout the year."

"You haven't even visited all the properties your family owns."

"Our family," he said.

"Yes…our family."

He stood in the pool, the water right above his chest. Yani stopped floating on her back and he lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he moved around carrying her in the pleasant water. He brushed his lips against hers and she accepted the kiss, prying his lips wider with her tongue. They moved their necks with a patient rhythm every few seconds for deeper tongue kissing. She leaned back and flattened her palms on his lumpy chest, feeling the slick texture of his scars.

"My scars never scared you," he said.

"I was intrigued with them. I knew they meant something horrible, but I didn't question you about it."

"How do you feel about them now?'

She glanced at his chest and slid her hands across his pecs.

"They tell your story. It is a record of your journey carved into your flesh. I accept them because they brought you to me. I love you and I love your skin for what it has done for me."

He kissed her forehead.

"We should head back and eat a little something before turning in. The market opens at nine. We should row our canoe there no later than 8:30 or else it'll get too crowded," he said.

"I haven't been rowing in so long! I miss it…I miss all the physical activity outdoors."

"You're the queen now, put it in your schedule."

"I will!"

He dropped her from around his waist and followed her toward the ledge of the natural pool. His eyes stayed on her ass as she moved into the more shallow part. It jiggled as she walked and her one piece bathing suit revealed plenty of her ass cheeks. Watching her walk and shake was a turn on. His dick plumped up. Before she could climb out he stopped her.

"Wayment…lemme do something right quick," he said.

She turned her head back and stared at his full lips. He rubbed on her booty and smacked it a few times. The bulge in his trunks jutted out more.

"Damn this ass is so fat, baby. I know it sounds redundant to you when I say it all the time, but shit…baby…if you could see what I see. Look at my dick."

Yani slid her fingers under the bottom of her swimsuit and pulled them toward the crack of her ass so he could enjoy more bounty. He slid his trunks low and gripped his thick dick, smacking its weight against her ass. Stroking and poking the wide head against her ass, he hissed a curse word just as a thick leaking of pre-cum glistened across her right ass cheek. N'Jadak tugged down her bathing suit top and freed a breast to hold. He squeezed her tit and squeezed the head of his dick and more pre-cum spilled onto her wet skin.

"So soft…yeah, jiggle like that some more baby…"

He grunted as Yani leaned forward and tooted her rump out. Fondling her breast he continued jerking off against her backside, lusting after her the way so many men did when she was in their presence. He'd caught plenty of foreign men catching erections watching her walk into social events jiggling every which way no matter what she wore. A fat ass was hard to ignore and Yani had a world class posterior that rivaled even some of the Wakandan women that were blessed too.

N'Jadaka wondered if he was a secret cuck because knowing other men wanted her aroused him even further. He would kill a man on the spot if he caught Yani with anyone else, however, to his own weakness that he shared with other males, his wife was a force of beauty and body. He saw what they all saw when she walked past. She had all the goods. Big breasts, thick thighs and ass, a come hither voice that melted men down to the bone.

"Oh…oh damn…" he groaned, stroking himself faster.

He gasped twice when Yani assisted his visual enjoyment by lifting her ass cheeks up and down with her hands. He stepped back and she jumped up and down letting her ass clap for him. She wasn't playing fair as usual.

"Yani…baby…this fat ass…"

Words became gibberish on his tongue and he gave up trying to convey how she made him feel in that moment. Smacking his dick against her ass a final time, he fondled her nipple and feverishly stroked his dick while staring at the good fortune glistening with his pre-cum.

"When we get back, we're going straight to bed," he said.

"What about dinner?"

"Later…fuck that food."

Yani laughed and he grunted at the friction of his tip hot on her skin.

"I want you to ride this dick all night."

"I will. You want me to smack this big ass on your balls?"

"Yes…bounce all on this dick."

"What if I want to sit on your face and cum on your beard?"

He moaned and closed his eyes imagining her vulva all slick and covering his mouth. She had the best pussy. He should know. He'd been balls deep everywhere on the planet and he'd tasted enough snatch to be a connoisseur handing out Michelin Five Star reviews. Yani's pussy tasted like ambrosia from the Gods and was deep enough to handle him like no other.

He opened his eyes and stared at her round backside before gifting it with hot cum he spurted with a grateful shout of her name. Before he could even ask, she was on her knees licking up the rest that dripped out of his slit. He rocked on his heels and cried out again when she sucked another nut out of him with her tongue pulsing the underside of his length. She used those big eyes of hers to play innocent and that sent him into a feral lusting.

She was too good to be true. And she was his wife.

Pulling up his trunks, N'Jadaka lifted Yani up and threw her over his shoulder. She shrieked in surprise and he spanked her ass while walking her back to the tree house.

Yani kept her promise and sat that good juicy pussy on his mouth and soaked his beard with the orgasms he gave her. Then she fucked him as if it was their first time into oblivion, and he was a very happy husband.

Chapter 9 HERE.

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chrissturnioloswife88 · 28 days ago

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“I’m so proud of you”|Chris Sturniolo

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warning- too cute, fluff, kiss, cuddling!

notes- before tumblr i wrote a few wattpad fics but tumblr is way better so im trying it out here now! im not great so bear with me!!

You found a new song a few days ago by Clairo called Sexy to Someone, and you’ve been obsessed.

When you got home from gift shopping, you changed into baggy sweatpants and a tight comfy black shirt with long sleeves. Now you’re dancing around your livingroom, blasting your new favorite song through your headphones.

As the lyrics, “Ask if i’m doing TV no I didn’t get the part.”, blared into your ears, you spun around and now you were facing the window.

I love music, you thought to yourself as you watched the sunset and swayed your hips to the beat.

Your headphones were noice canceling, so you didn’t hear when your boyfriend, Chris, came home and walked over to you. He slipped his hands around your waist from behind you as you suddenly stopped dancing and quickly took off your headphones.

“Hi ma.” He says through a chuckle while you spin to wrap your arms around him, pulling him in closely.

“I didn’t realize you’d be home so early.” You say looking up at him. The way his eyes met yours always sent a flutter through your chest.

He doesn’t answer right away, instead he smiles and walks over to where he laid his things. You slowly follow him, unable to stop the way your smile mirrors his effortlessly bright one. “Why are you so happy, baby?”

He turns around, holding up a small card shaped piece of paper with his resting face on it. He looks so good. “Look, I left early from filming to get my license!” He examines your face, excitedly waiting for your response. “It’s a temporary one until they mail my-“

You interrupt him by throwing your arms around him with a delighted squeal, and he responds by pulling you into a warm hug. “Oh my god Chris! Im so proud of you baby!”

“I wanted to surprise you! Now we don’t have to waste hella money on Uber.” He says as he walks to put it back in his wallet.

You giggle as you agree with him, walking around to the other side of the kitchen island and grabbing a pot out. “You definitely surprised me. How about I make you an amazing meal to celebrate?” You say holding up the pot to show him while raising your eyebrows.

“Sounds great, ma. Whatcha got in mind?” He walks over to you hugging you from behind, his arms wrapping around your waist as you meet his hand with yours

“I’m thinking Alfredo Pasta and your favorite potatoes?” Your say and you look up at him taking in his natural beauty.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 2 hours later

After dinner you and Chris watched an episode of Greys Anatomy before you decided to go get ready for bed.

You put on a pair of baby pink pajama pants and a matching lace tank, then crawl into bed.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 10 minutes later

Chris finally comes to bed after finishing up the dishes. “Already in bed?”, he asks as he strips into just his boxers and climbs into bed.

“Mhm. I’m tired.”, you respond as you scoot closer to Chris and nuzzle your head in his neck.

“Go to sleep ma. I’m right here.” He reaches behind him, turning off the lamp and grabbing the remote to turn on a show for background noise.

“I love you so much.” You say watching him and paying no attention to what he was doing. “You’re amazing.”

“I love you so much it hurts.” he says through a soft sleepy smile as he pulls you closer to him.

Once you were finally asleep he let himself fall asleep.

This is going to be my wife. He thinks to himself before fully falling asleep.

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lilsocksiswriting · 4 months ago

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Academic Weapon Chapter One

Summary:

You were like a lot of humans, born with just enough curse energy to see curses but not enough power to do anything. Your greed has helped you hold in the Jujustu Sorcery program. it is this same greed that tends to blind you to the danger you are in.

Sukuan sees you as a weak pretty thing that he can hold a conversation in his class. This is what he tells him to do he falls for you, his student because the curse refuses to believe this is love.

Oh, then there is the murder.

Characters: Reader, Ryomen Sukuna, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto,Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime,

Pairings: Sukuna X Fem!Reader

Tags: College AU, Professor X Student, Modern Fantasy AU, NSFW

Masterlist || Chapter Two || Ko-fi

Notebook, pencil case, hydration, iPad…. You go through the mental checklist to make sure you are not forgetting anything before heading out for the day. Behind you Utahime is sitting on the livingroom’s old couch as many students had done so before the four of you moved into the on-campus apartments last year.

Mei-Mei is perched on the edge, leaning just the slightest to have a look at your finalized schedule. Shoko was still dead asleep, having pulled an all-nighter in the infirmary to help out with influx of the wounded sorceress coming back before the new semester started. Mei-Mei and Utahime thankfully not being one of those wounded and came back from their missions safe and exhausted last night.

Giving the two a brief look as you mosey around the kitchen island to grab two mandarins and a small bag of bite sized cookies then return to put them in your bag. you frown, Here we go. Utahime’s wide eyed expression the slight tremble in her fingers were a dead giveaway. He was always so fidgety. Mei-Mei was a little harder to tell, but there was a small crinkle of concern knitted between her perfect brows.

"Alright, " you cross your arm look in between your two roommates. "I know you two are worried but-“

"Of course, we're worried! just look who you have for curse theory!" Utahime turns the phone screen to emphasize her point. She practically climbs over the back of the couch to shove the phone in your face. As if you were not the one to enroll yourself in his class.

You step back from the screen Then venture into the kitchen. “I know who I’m taking Utahime. I’m the one who enrolled in the class.”

Mei-Mei nods in agreement with that cool smirk of her's a mask that hides her true emotions so well, "Even I must admit that you may be biting off more than you can chew. Barley anyone passes his class after all.”

"I want the challenge and he's like a 1,000 years old. Imagine what he could teach me?” you argue.

"Imagine what he can do to your GPA!" Utahime argues.

"And your mental health," adds the silver-haired woman.

You pout, this was not something new. They were about this with everything that posed a threat of harm to you. You turn your back on the two women and go back to finishes packing book bag. You your lucky enough to be paired with the three since freshman year. It was nice to have roommates you were such close friends with, but sometimes….They need to let me be a dam adult.

"Is it because of my curse energy?" your voice is quiet while your question is point blank.

"No," Utahime is too quick to say.

While Mei-Mei answers with an honest, "Partly."

"Mei-Mei," Utahime scolds the women on a hushed tone.

you grab your water bottle and grip it tightly, the urge to pick at the stickers strong, but they’re really cute so you resist. You try and remember they do not mean to hurt you with their concern. And as long as you are never said what was really on your mind, they would continue to be oblivious to that.

You take a deep breath to dissipate all the angry thoughts festering instead you head, you tell yourself that hurting them back would do no good. So instead, you sling your book bag over your shoulders and turn back to the two women with a one of you bright reassuring smiles.

"I have until add drop next week to decide if I can take it. So at least let me try."

Though your intention was not to hurt your tone was still a little too sharp and as a result Utahime cannot look you in the eyes as she says, “That seems fair enough..."

"We'll be waiting to hear how it goes at dinner?" Mei-Mei offers an olive branch, and you gladly accept

"With all the gory details, bye!"

Since you live on campus the walk the Jujutsu Tech building was a short one. It is the tail end of summer, late August too. Autum was already creeping across campus in the form of a leaves from a lazy, cool morning breeze. It would not be too long now, and you cannot wait. Because when all leaves from the oaks and maples die leaving behind pretty colored corpses , when you have sweaters and cardigans to protect you soft skin form the sharp cold, and you are knee deep in research for class assignments at hat one table in the cursed collections library, that is when the semester will rally get started!

Professor Sukuan on the other hand ,just sees the upcoming 16 weeks as another dull way to pass his time. The curse has been teaching curse theory along with a few others Jujustu classes for decades now. The modern age of sorcery was a lot more diverse and entraining than it was in the Heian era, just enough so to let the maggots live and continue this petty war they have with cruses.

He watches with an unimpressed expression as once student after another entered his lecture hall and takes a seat. Even in his human form he stands over most humans tall and intimidating. At the front of the hall leaned against the desk he crosses his arms over his broad chest.

weakling, weakling weakish, Mabey promising, oh a curse speech user? Never seen one this old.

Then you step into the lecture hall.

You, with your bright eyes and excited smile. A long-pleated skirt swishing back and forth as you walk down the lecture hall steps. A pretty silk ribbon tying back some of your hair out of your face. It bounces along like it too was excited to be here. The sight of this adorable mortal with barley an ounce of her own curse energy bounding into the King of Curses class?

Oh, how foolish this one is, Sukuna thinks. I will have fun breaking you today.

You drop your book bag by your chosen seat then tuck your long skirt under you as you take a seat in the third row. You go about pulling out you water bottle, pen and notebook , and the two pieces of fruit, all while feeling like you are being watched by a hawk.

Glancing up your body tenses as the professor's red eyes narrow in on you. You look to your left then your right. Yup it is definitely you he is staring at. No one had taken a seat by you yet. You look back at your professor with a weary expression written all over your face.

There is a small part of you that feels giddy to have the Professor’s attention. That would be the over achiever in you who tries so desperately to make up for your lack of what everyone else in the program has.

A more grown part of you knows that it will neve be enough.,

The pictures and glances you have seen of him around campus really did not do Sukuan justice. He is a dangerous, quiet kind of handsome. A monster dressed up in a nice long sleeve dress shirt and black slacks held up but a brown leather belt. You wonder what the product he uses to slick back his hair smells like?

Pinned down by the King of Curses glare you feel like you can’t do a thing but stare back like a doe caught in the headlight. A flush crawls up the back on you neck when the eye contact become too prolonged .

Ok.... maybe Mei-Mei was right, you admit to yourself.

Sukuna breaks eye contact looking down at his watch. 9 a.m. on the dot.

"Alright, " his authoritve voice echoes in the lecture hall grabbing everyone's attention. "You know who I am, I won't care who you are until you prove you worth my time. You all are adults with what I hope is enough sense to read over the syllabus on your own time."

He unbuttons his cuff links. You swallow thickly as he rolls them up his think forearms. Two thick bands circle each wrist that are the same color as the sharp markings on his face. And peeking out the front of his shirt.

"And with that, we're going to go ahead and get into lecturer."

the flurried sounds of people digging to something to write opening their laptops and adjusting their seats. You click your ink pen. This was to be expected. You had done your research before deciding to enroll in the Curse Theory with Professor Sukuna. You read all his reviews on Rate My Professor. Students had a lot of cons about his classes and the only pro was his tendency to end class early. You had even managed to speak to a few who had managed to pass his class. They all agreed against taking his class. It was an elective for the jujutsu sorcery program. You could have gone your whole four years without taking it.

But something that each person and review noted was what they were learning. Professor Sukuna was one of the leading experts on curse theory. He had such a deep understanding of curse energy and how it works that it would be such a missed opportunity to not take this class.

You just had to be brave enough and smart enough to not drop out....or fail.

Your hand cramps from jolting down so many notes. You are thankful for the 15-minute break. As Sukuan erases everything he had bothered writing on the board you pay a little too much attention to his back flexes under his dress shirt as he goes about doing so. A sudden chill runs down your spine.

Fuck he’s so big, he could just fall over onto oh my and I’d go SPLAT

It doesn’t take much for you mind jumping form Sukuan falling over and killing you, to being on top of you , to having a lot less clothes while on top of you. You tear your eyes away and reach for your water bottle. Your clumsy finger pushes it off your desk. You watch with your heart in your stomach as the hydro flask clanks and clangs down the steps of the lecture hall.

Professor Sukuna’s red eyes are back on you the next second a a water bottle covered cutesy stickers stops at his feet. His eyes look down at the water bottle, then back up at your horrified expression. He takes this as an opportunity to confront the foolish girl who possess the gull to prance into his class.

You watch as the professor reaches down, grabs your water bottle, and makes his way up the steps in slow even strides to your seat.

The sound the water bottle makes as he slams it down on the desk quiets the students who decide to stay in the lecture hall for their short break.

Sukuna leans in close getting into your personal space and dominating it as his own. His eyes, that's all you can see of the professor. A red so deep you can get lost in them in the worst way. Like a never-ending nightmare you would not want to wake from.

What is wrong with me?

"Do not let it happen again," he warns.

"Y-yes sir," you nod.

Sir, Sukuna likes that. Many students have called him such in the same fearful tone. But this is the first time he suppresses a smile when a student does so.

You let out a breath you did not realize that you were holding in as Sukuan stands back up to his full height. He still stares at you, making you feel so small and vulnerable, but you refuse to wither and die under his gaze. That was for the leaves and you are no leaf trebling in the wind.

"What are you even doing here?"

The corner of your lips twitches. You have spent so long having to fight for your spot in the Jujutsu Sorcery program that you can tell when someone is mocking you.

"I'm here to learn curse theory to apply to my research."

That mean smirk spreads across Sukuna’s face. Oh, this one has some bite.

"You barely have any curse energy yourself. Those old fools are losing their wits if they let you into the program,” He announces to the whole class.

you look the last bit unphased continue to smile, " I am aware of my curse energy. your point professor?"

"Weaklings don't last long in my class, fool," he forewarns.

You watch as Sukuan turns his back on you and makes his way to the front of the class. This was not at all new to you. The names, the looks, and the assumption have become common place shortly after you began university. You have developed a pretty thick mask to hide yourself behind over the past few years. You usually try to ignore people like Sukuna. You motto has been keep you head down and go on. But there is just something about Professor Sukuan that really got under your skin. Sparking a need to prove yourself further and to stand out amongst the rest your cohort.

"Alright," he announces taking his place at of the front of the lecture hall. His eyes scan over the seats filled with students. Picking out those that are now empty. "The first part of the class is the lecturer, and the second part is applying what you learn though discussion. Which you all will be graded on."

Sukuna’s eyes land back on you. He is not sure why his attention was drawn back to you. he is not as all pleased with what he sees. You are flipping back through your notebook looking over all the shorthand notes you had taken while other students around you are put into a panic. You are looking forward to class discussion as is a way you can prove yourself to the curse.

When you look up back towards the front of the class Sukuna sees a spark in your eyes he wants to watch die.

"You, the clumsy girl,” the professor singles you out. He won't bother to learn your name unless you prove to be worth his time and energy teaching you. "Reverse curse technique, explain it to me."

You feel your heart drop to your stomach again as the curse waits for you to answer. His expression looks bored and uninterested in what you might have to say, but those eyes. Sukuna stares you down making suppress of tremble of excitement. You …like it? you like the way the curse stares at you like he is challenging you to dare to even speak in his presence.

"The way I think of it is like algebra. Multiply two negatives to make a positive but it’s something easier said than done since most sorcerers aren't used to using cruse energy this way."

Sukuan has to admit he is a bit impressed that you seem to have a good grasp on the concept, and you speak so confidently in front of him, but he doesn't let it show. "Now dumb it down for those who are looking as clueless as newborn babes."

"So, you basically take two different sources of cursed energy and multiply them against themselves. And on top of that you'll need to do so by using your brain, not your gut like we’re all used to using when it comes to cursed techniques."

"We’re all,” Sukuan mocks. “Just because you have a good understanding of basic curse techniques does not make you a sorceress. “

His jaw clenches when you smile at him. That was not meant as a damn complement.

You cannot help but to smile. You did not make a complete fool of yourself and actually got something that Sukuna deemed worthy as right in his ancient mind.

"You with the annoying bright hoodie, what's it used for?"

a guy from the last few back rows of the class in a highlighter yellow hoodie answers in confidence," Healing, sir."

Sukuan rolls his eye. Of course, a Zennin brat has confidence but no brain. “Useless, ” his eyes shifted away from the gawking man and back to you. "Water bottle girl.”

Your back tenses up all over again. Professor Sukuan glares at you, waiting for you to answer, looking like he wants to eat you alive. You want to crawl under the table and hide form his gaze.

"Well, it can be used for healing...but at its core RCT is the opposite of cursed technique. So, in theory, instead of energy that destroys RTC is energy that can create," you click your pen you have something to fidget with. "I feel like this is where the difficulties in wielding RTC come in because in order to use it to heal you first would have to have a deep and précised understanding of how the human body works on a cellular level. You can't just go on slapping skin cells over a cut and call it healed."

"But" yellow hoodie cuts in trying to redeem himself. "If you can just visual the cut being healed that should suffice."

"Silence,” Sukuan demands not bothering to look his way. His red eye are still trained on you much to your chagrin .

You turn in your seat to look back at the man which Sukuan finds annoying for some reason. "That can work, but that's like having fleshy cotton stuffed into a cut. If it's a small wound I guess it can work, but when you start to get into more serious injuries like cuts that get into muscle and bone - or even a major blood supply you have to be able to visualize all the working components of a human body to properly heal them."

"She has a point," A girl sitting in the same row as you hums tapping her Apple pen against her glossy lip in thought. Sukuna finds himself sucking on a sharp canine in annoyance when your attention is now on her instead of fretfully looking at him. "Sure, it's easy to visualize a wound being healed, but then you got to manipulate the positive energy you've created to create what it takes to heal the wound."

"Well, at least some of you know the basics," Sukuna comments letting his eye linger on you until moving on to the rest of the class. " So, let's get into the theory of that."

If you think that Sukuna moves on to interrogating the next poor soul with such intensity, you are sorely mistaken. In his defense, the curse does not mean to keep singling you out. The faces you make whenever he calls you by that horrid nickname never fail to amuse him. Plus, you are far more entertain to converse with.

by the end of class, you let out a breath and finally let your shoulder relax.. Before Sukuna dismissed everyone to flee from the lecturer hall he assigned the first assessment of the semester; a two-page paper on today's topic, RTC, printed. He does not waste his time with modern technology.

"Water bottle girl!"

you nearly jump out of your skin and end up almost dropping your water bottle again. Sukuan rolls his eyes. He is mostly annoyed with himself for being so intrigued by such a weakling.

"What's your name?"

your chest does an odd little flutter, and you forget to stop from smiling.

Sukuan hates it.

"Y/N, sir," you answer.

" Well Y/N, wipe that look off your face and get out of my lecture hall."

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"And then he told me to get out," you finish recounting your morning class over a late dinner at the university's cafeteria.

Shoko hums stabbing at her salad, "So not a bad first day."

"Wow," Mei-Mei agrees with a nod. "Look at you’re becoming a teacher's favorite so quickly, our little overachiever."

you stifle a laugh, "Please. I felt like I was being interrogated the second part of the class. I could barely breathe."

"So... do you think-" Before Utahime can finish her question another voice cuts her off.

"Heyy Untahahiimeee~"

Satoru Gojo, not only the Jujutsu sorcery program but the entire jujitsu world’s progeny , sling an arm around the women. Being born with both the six eyes and the limitless technique of the Gojo clan, good looks, and a charming persona Gojo was one of the most popular students here at the university. If Sukuna was thought to be a devil by some then Gojo was their god.

"Gojo," Utahime grumbles. “ Get. Off.”

"We heard Y/N's taking one of Sukuna's classes this semester," and wherever Gojo was Geto was bound to be close by.

"Hi, Geto," you greet the dark-haired man with an easy wave that he returns.

Suguru Geto ranks right up there with Gojo in terms of the strongest. Very much like the white-haired man Geto was handsome and his calm, laid back personality attracted just as many people like Gojo’s confident, snarky demeaner did. Unlike Gojo and more like yourself however Geto was not form a sorcery family

You know the two-star students mostly through Shoko, the three being friends since high school. Though sometimes, from the way the two seemed so close, you wonder if there was something deeper than friendship between the two man.

"So," Gojo shakes Utahime’s shoulder as if it were your own. “How’d it go?"

"Good? I'm still going on Wednesday."

"Really?" both Utahime and Gojo asked in union both carrying that same note of concern.

you pop a fry in your mouth to letting the salty taste subdue your anger subside before speaking, "Yeah, I think I can do it. I like the way that he seems to want us to push ourselves to think outside of what's been traditionally taught to us."

"But this the Ryomen Sukuna. Don’t you find that a little daunting having to be in the same room as him twice a week?" Geto asks.

"Yes, he's terrifying,” You agree. " But come on guys, have a little faith in my capabilities."

"Well, if anyone could keep up with that hellish course load it would be Y/N," Shoko points out. "Just don't go doing that thing you do when you take on more than you can handle."

"I'm getting better at it..." You mumble.

You have had the need to be an overachiever and deep down you know it was your way of making up for what little cursed energy you possessed. If you cannot prove yourself with a curse technique or master over curse energy then you will through your knowledge. Sure, Gojo and Geto had powerful curse techniques, Utahime could make any curse technique more powerful, and Shoko's control over RCT made one of the best healers of their class, but you were the one who put in hours and hours to understand how that all worked.

Later after dinner, you stay up past 12 to get to work on your paper for Sukuna's class. The assignment is pretty open ended , he just wanted a 2-page paper over what you all had discussed in class, the reverse curse technique. It should be easy, if this was an easy class and Sukuan was just any other professor in the Jujitsu program. Dyslexia isn’t making it any easier.

Just the first class you can tell that Sukuna does not want some generic paper over the inner workings of RCT that you could pump out in a few hours. No, he wants the students to delve into theoretical territory, and honesty that is exciting to you.

Becoming a great Jujustu Soccer was a lot of learning the basics then applying that to your own technique and refining said technique to a lethal degree. This is what you wanted to take curse theory. You want to spend more time on the basics part. In this class, Sukuna is pushing students build on existing knowledge and go beyond what is known. To use the exciting knowledge ponded into everyone’s head during freshman year, for some student like Gojo since childhood, and build upon it to reach something new.

Said Curse was also up this late. He lays in his California King bed staring to at the ceiling of a just as big house. The higher-ups paid him well to behave.

He cannot get that weak girl out of his head. The way you came into class, and that pretty bow bounced with each step as you walked down the steps to take a seat before him. The way you look so terrified the whole class, just like the rest of those maggots....so what made you the one to wiggle you way into his mind?

Once of the curse’s four hands idly trail up and down his stomach, tracing the ink marking near his hip. In the privacy of his home, he dropped his human form and let himself relax in his true form. Over the years he has found that humans tend to be easier to deal with when confronted with something of the same shapes as them.

His thoughts wonder to how he can crush your spirt. Somone like you did not belong in the world of Jujutsu Sorcery. He is suspiring you have lived this long. Sukuna does not care how smart you are, he just wants to rid himself of you.

How cute she’ll look in tears, terrified before me…below me?

from his bedside table his phone buzzes. One of his bottoms hands reaches out for it. Although it is tinier in his true form hand, he can still use it. Tapping his screen to life he sees it is an email from the dean Yaga to all professors.

Opening the email and reading over it an excited smile stretches over his face, "How interesting."

#sukuna x y/n #jjk sukuna #gojo satoru #geto suguru #public stacks #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen

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Power Armor Punch Part Fifty Six

Masterlist

Teshteal: *gets a little lightheaded from the smell but rakes up a whole bunch of gunk- a good chunk of it in fact. He scrapes it all out the door before falling against the frame from how dizzy he got from the odor* Th- the smell-!

Joyce: “Yeah, I know it’s horrendous but luckily Ma knows how to get rid of the stench off our clothes. It’s one of the downsides of living on this island, but at least we know what’s on it and can monitor what comes in. Unlike the mainland, anything can get you there.” (Continues the clean up, raking up as much gunk as she can get so they can be done with the worst)

Nick: *cracks a smile at her at the compliment* I try my best.

Ma: “Well, please keep it up.” (Gestures at Jazzy as she dabs her forehead with the cool cloth once more) “She’s deserves a good father figure to look up to and to care for her.”

Jasmine: (Half asleep again and completely relaxed all cozied up in her Dads arms, getting lulled by the motion of the chair rocking and the gentle rubs on her stomach. It reminds her of that one time a very bad virus went around town when she was about four, bad enough that even she herself caught it and started suffering. Her mother had sat in the family’s rocking chair and rubbed her tummy while singing along to the radio)

Nick: *it occurs to him that he’s going to have to discuss leaving her with Ma and Donovan if he’s going to go to the vault. Mutters* That’s going to be hard…

Gardio: *soon has the kitchen and dining room spotless and the food all put up. He starts to clean the livingroom some*

Teshteal: *has a pang of guilt and shame for stopping* I’m sorry. *starts to help again but has to stop after a few short moments because his sense of smell is too strong to handle it. Swears* I’m so fxcking useless-

Joyce: (Stops and turns around when she hears Teshteal mutter something she couldn’t quite pick up) “Hm? What was that?” (Sweet smile on her face) “Do you need a break? We are almost done anyways.”

Jasmine: (Listening to Nicks internal workings gurgle and churn as she cutely snuggles against him and sniffles)

Ma: (Stands straight again, being lost in her own thoughts) “I’ll head back down to finish up, sanitize the med room and get the supplies ready for later when Donny gets back. Need anything else? Or shall I just leave you two in peace for a moment?”

Nick: *flashes a smile* I think we’re all good here.

Teshteal: *feels even worse for not finishing the job when they’re almost through. Sadly admits defeat* Yes. Sorry. I’m just slowing you down…

Joyce: (Waves a hand) “No you weren’t, without Donny here it would’ve taken me ages to finish up.” (Gives him a grateful smile) “Thank you. I know this job reeks but you made it better.” (Looks up at the sky in thought) “Am I doing compliments right? Am I overdoing it? Or under doing it?”

Ma: (Warm smile at the caring father gently holding and comforting his daughter) “Alright then, I’ll take my leave.” (Walks out of the room)

Jasmine: (Would suck on her thumb to soothe herself further but she can’t. She instead starts slowly drinking from the bottle again, taking in more water than last time while she shifts in discomfort from the sensation of eating/drinking)

Nick: *happy she’s at least drinking a little water*

Ma: (Absolutely beams with delight when she sees the kitchen and dining room clean and sparkly) “Goodness me! You did this?” (Heads up to Gardio)

Gardio: *pauses from sweeping the living room* Well, yes. It’s the least I could do for what you’ve done for us. Especially for Lucille and I.

Ma: (Gives him a grateful pat on the back) “Thank you, it’s a big help. And speaking of your daughter, how is she doing now? I didn’t get the chance to speak with her earlier and I’m not quite sure where she is now.”

Teshteal: *puts a hand on her shoulder hearing that familiar tone of uncertainty* If you absolutely mean it, then you’re doing them just right. *apologetic smile* If I seem hesitant it’s because I’m not used to receiving them. It’s not you at all.

Joyce: (Pats his hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze) “Eh, neither am I. At the Institute, you don’t get recognized much for your work unless you screw up the it’s the whole, “Maybe you need to be reset!” Or something like that.”

Teshteal: *blushes at the contact but his eyes widen hearing about how she was threatened with resets. It reminds him of his time in the vault* That’s terrible. *hesitates and winces because of it* I was in some sort of experimental training program before the war. If you even stuttered they’d nearly kill you just to prove a point. *stops himself and smiles kindly to lighten the mood* If it helps, I think you do amazing work keeping the animals happy and healthy.

Jasmine: (Opens her eyes and stares up at her Dad, shifting in discomfort without pulling away from the bottle) (Signing weakly) “Hot. Dizzy. Suffering.” (Too tired to make full sentences, so she just chose one handed signs that got the point across)

Nick: *whipes her forehead down with the rag again* I know, doll. I know. Wish there was more I could do for ya. *sets it aside to let it cool again* Just keep drinking your water. Maybe it’ll help you cool off.

Gardio: She seems to be doing better. I haven’t had the chance to really talk to her myself.

Lucille: *inspecting around the attic. Thinking of ways to improve on the place to make it more hospitable in the long term*

Ma: (Starts heading off to clean the med room) “Perhaps you’ll get a chance later. If you don’t mind me saying, I think your little group is overdue for a long and thorough chat. Communication is key to maintaining a healthy and close-knit relationship, otherwise the pressure keeps building up until it explodes in everybody’s faces and then nobody is happy.” (Stops and sighs sadly, in the doorway to the med room, eyes gazing off in thought)

Joyce: “That sounds harsh, I’m sorry to hear that. Donny has told me about vaults, so many were just downs right awful, Im glad I didn’t have to live in one of those.” (Picks up a large branch that blew into the pasture) “And that I am now free to do what I please.” (Under her breath to herself) “Mostly…” (Starts dragging the branch out the gate) “That includes keeping these guys happy and healthy.”

Teshteal: *catches the “mostly”* What is it…? What can’t you do but want to?

Jasmine: (Whines to signify that she’s not enjoying the sensation of drinking the water, but she keeps doing it anyways because what else can she do other than complain and cry)

Nick: Ssh, doll. Ssh. You’ll be alright…

Gardio: I hope so, too. Perhaps once Nick’s own daughter recovers from this recent ordeal we can all sit and clear the air. *goes back to sweeping up*

Ma: (Heads into the med room and starts mopping up the spilled blood from yesterday, getting misty eyed at the thought of poor little Rosalinda almost bleeding out before her very eyes. She can’t get it out of her mind, the vision of the bubbly spunky little girl running down the street with passion in her strides and the prettiest smile on her face, that’s all almost melted away… She knows Donny most definitely feels the same)

Joyce: (Waves it off again as she continues to drag out sticks) “Nothing, Donny says not to worry about it so there is no “maybe”, I am free to go and do as I please.” (Confident smile at her new friend)

Teshteal: *takes her hand and cups it with his in a plea of concern* Please. I want to help if I can. I can't do that if I don't know what's going on. *quietly* From one refugee to another, will you let me help you...?

Jasmine: (Hums a somber note, nuzzling in her Dads shoulder while she drinks her water a little faster and focuses on the rocking of the chair and Nicks gentle rubs)

Nick: That-a-girl. Good job.

Jasmine: (Closes her eyes again, drinking her water at a steady pace while her hands grip on Nicks shirt, encouraged by his words. She’s gotten about half of it down by now)

Gardio: *cleans up the livingroom. He's got nothing better to do at the moment.

Lucille: *comes walking down to get some tools and scrap from her pack and goes up to the attic. She's going to patch up all those cracks and holes permanently for Ma and Donovan*

Donovan: (Comes in through the side door with a small cooler in hand. He nearly broke the damn sound barrier getting to the Harbor and back) “I’m here! And I’ve got the fluid!” (Nods at Gardio in greeting as he heads to the med room with the cooler)

Ma: (Halts her cleaning when she hears her son return and grabs her IV kit and pole, shuffling to bring it out)

Donovan: (Puts down the cooler on the newly cleaned table) “Don’t worry about it, I’ll bring everything up when it’s time to hook Rosie up. But I assume that actually getting the IV in her is going to be the challenging bit.”

Ma: (Nods as she starts up the stairs with just the IV kit. She taps on the doorframe of her room and gives Nick a look) “Everything is ready…”

Donovan: (Followed her up the stairs but won’t enter the room because Jasmine doesn’t have her nightgown as she puked on it earlier and is burning up)

Nick: *nods* Alright. *to Jas* I'm going to need you to try and stay calm for me, alright? *picks her up and carries her into the med room*

Joyce: (Sad smile at Teshteal as she holds his hand back) “You’re so darling, but you can’t help me with this one, Teshteal. Donovan and Ma are already handling it for me, and I rather not speak about it.” (Gestures at the house, tugging on his hand) “I need a drink, wanna come?”

Teshteal: Sure. *smiles and follows along*

Joyce: (Continues to hold his hand and lead him back into the house, only letting go when she needs them both to wash her hands in the kitchen sink) “I think we have some Tarberry water leftover in the fridge.” (Turns on the sink and offers Teshteal some soap so he can wash up too)

Jasmine: (Unaware that she is getting an IV as she was too out of it to listen earlier so she just shifts uncomfortably with a noise of confusion at what’s happening, gripping her Dad tightly)

Donovan: (Runs to make sure that the bed is all set to place Rosie on, or that the chair is out in case Nick wants to sit with his daughter in his lap. He’s unsure on how this is going to go, or how well Jazzy will take it)

Ma: (Follows Nick, frowning) “I take it this won’t be an easy task either? I recall you saying she’s not a fan of needles and I’ve come to learn that Rosie is still very passionate about things she doesn’t like, more so than she was before.”

Nick: You guessed correctly. It took restraints to keep her from ripping out the lead last time. *sighs* I think I'm going to have to hold her still unless she realizes how crucial this is for her survival. *decides to sit in the chair*

Teshteal: *blushes when he realizes she keeps holding his hand when she doesn't have to. He's not even really keeping a tight hold on hers. Shyly* Yes, please. *takes the soap and washes up. Thinking to himself "Does she actually like me? Is this my programming playing games? Why don't I question myself like this with the others accepting me-" He stops when he glances over and sees her smile while she finishes washing her own hands. He can't stop blushing at how geniune it is*

Gardio: *smiles, spying on the pair from the livingroom he's cleaning. It's obvious the little gremlin has a crush*

Joyce: (Wipes her hands dry and heads over to the fridge to take out a pitcher of water and two cups. She seems oblivious to how hard Teshteal is blushing) “Here you go.” (Holds out a cup to him when she finishes pouring the water in)

Lucille: *insulating the attic. When she's done she makes a small space heater out of stove parts she picked up a while ago and sets it up to run on a makeshift battery until she can wire it to the rest of the house*

Jasmine: (Whimpers and squirms when she hears about the IV line, her heart starting to beat a little faster)

Donovan: (Leans on the wall of the med room, waiting to see how Jazzy reacts and if he’s needed)

Ma: (Snaps on some gloves) “Please, hold her as still as you can.” (Bends down by the chair and pulls out a tourniquet) “Sorry Rosa-Marie, you might feel a tight squeeze.” (Takes the trembling girls arm and ties the tourniquet around the upper part, feeling the crook of her arm for a good vein)

Jasmine: (Knows this process all too well and starts crying out loudly while trying to swat Ma away) “No! No! No! No!”

Joyce: (Looks towards the med room with concern) “That poor girl. She’s been screaming and crying since last night, I heard it from my room…”

Teshteal: *frowns* She's always like this when people take care of her... *sadly* You kind of get used to it because there's nothing you really can do. *drinks his water*

Joyce: “Oh…” (Frowns and takes a sip of her water, wondering what happened to the teen to make her behave this way)

Nick: *takes her arms and holds them tightly* No, doll.

Ma: “I know baby, you don’t like this one bit. But I promise it’s for your own good.” (Finds a good spot and releases the tourniquet, starting to wipe down the area with an alcohol wipe)

Jasmine: (Screams bloody murder as she knows the needle is next)

Donovan: (Leaves the room, he can’t stand to see her cry anymore as it makes his heart race to see her in distress. Besides, it seems as if Nick has the teen under control)

Ma: (Ties on the tourniquet again, lower this time, and gets ready to prick the girl) “Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

Jasmine: (Absolutely freaking out and would be fighting with everything she’s got if she wasn’t restrained by her Dad)

Ma: (Punctures Jas’s arm and releases the tourniquet when she gets the new IV in place, holding it with her finger) “There we go, the hurtful part is over.” (Takes out the clear medical tape and starts securing it, working extra careful despite Jazzy’s shrieking)

Donovan: (Makes his way over to Joyce and Teshteal in the kitchen, forcing a smile at his sister) “Hey JoJo, how are you feeling?”

Joyce: (Gives him a sad smile back, putting down her cup) “Better now. I’m taking a break from cleaning the pasture with Teshteal here who’s been keeping me company. And you? How are you holding up?”

Donovan: (Briefly looks behind him at the med room where the screams can be heard from) “I’ll be fine, I’m just worried for Rosie…” (Shakes his head) “This isn’t her, I know she’s not like this. I don’t know what to do…”

Joyce: (Sets down her cup) “Aw, you must love her a great deal to be so worried.” (Wraps her brother in a loving hug to cheer him up)

Donovan: (Softly chuckles as he puts his arms around Joyce) “I do. And I missed her more than I can express.” (Sways her from side to side as he remembers the horrible day Jas was ripped away never to be seen again by those she loved except him and Ma)

Teshteal: *winces hearing the screams but keeps drinking his water knowing she’s not in any real danger*

Nick: *keeping her arms still as Ma prepares the IV for blood transfusion* Ssh, Rosie. You need this.

Ma: (Flushes Jas’s IV with saline) “While we are here, we should probably clean and rebandage her wounds again. Her getting an infection isn’t something that we want or need.” (Gestures to Teshteals salve on the table along with the bandages as she gets up to prepare the pole with a bag of blood)

Jasmine: (A hissy and spicy shrieking mess as she tries to peel off the newly placed IV in her arm)

Joyce: (Thinking about her former boyfriend while they both sway in the hug) “We were supposed to go dancing…” (To Donny, tugging on his arm) “Take me dancing, I still wanna go.”

Donovan: (Quietly laughs down at her) “You sound like Rosie demanding me to dance with her. She wouldn’t leave me alone until I did, stare me down with her doe-eyes to crack me down and get me to cave.”

Joyce: (Perks up with interest) “The little girl can dance too?”

Donovan: “She’s the one who originally taught me. Heh, you remember that school dance off story I told you?”

Joyce: (Groans when she recalls the story and how Donny had described Jas being marvelous on the dance floor at eight years old) “So even the kid can dance better than me?”

Donovan: “The little girl has been living longer than you and could outrun a high schooler when she was nine, so its not a fair comparison.”

Teshteal: *perks up hearing the two discuss dancing* I can dance, kind of. Well… in a deadly way. *remembers the way he tore up those ghouls* I wouldn’t mind dancing for fun.

Nick: *holding both of her wrists* Stop this!! *it’s times like this he wishes he could use the Reset code if it didn’t traumatize her*

Jasmine: (Hisses at her Dad when he tells her to stop and starts kicking up a storm) “No! No! No! No! No!”

Ma: (Stops what she’s doing to hold down the girls legs again) “Rosalinda, please calm yourself sweetheart. The sooner you cooperate the sooner we can be done.”

Joyce: (Beams at Teshteal) “Really? Not many people know how to dance anymore. Donny has been teaching me how to slow dance for awhile now and I think I’ve got the basics down enough.”

Donovan: “She’s only steps on my toes three times per song now, a new record all things considered.”

Joyce: (Glares up at him) “I’m still tryna get the hang of it!” (Back to Teshteal) “We could learn together! Maybe hold a dance in the living room some time!”

Teshteal: I know ballet and a few other solo dances. It was one of the few things I secretly enjoyed in the Vault- learning to dance those dances. *frowns at the memory of his dance partner- one of the staff usually, shocking him or beating him if he stepped out of time or didn’t keep up. Morosely while holding himself protectively* It would be nice to learn to slow dance with someone who won’t hurt you if you mess up.

Nick: *grimly to Ma so she doesn’t freak out when he uses the command* I’m about to use something that should only be done in circumstances like this- when she dangerously won’t respond to reason. It will make her completely unresponsive without putting her to sleep but she’ll also be terrified. I’m letting you know because I don’t want you to get the wrong idea- I don’t take using these commands lightly but if it saves her life I’m not 100% against using them.

Jasmine: (Too busy throwing a tantrum and screeching at the top of her weak lungs to listen to what Nick is saying about using commands)

Ma: (Eyes widen a bit when she hears this, then she looks at the feral child who’s uncontrollable. She silently nods in response, still a bit unsure on what’s about to happen but she’s seen how much Nick cares for his daughter, so she trusts him to make the right call)

Joyce: (Looks very concerned about Teshteals previous situation in the vault) “Oh, no. I promise I won’t hit you… I may step on your toes by accident but never on purpose.”

Donovan: (Also very concerned upon hearing this) “Where exactly did you come from?”

Teshteal: Originally? Boston, Massachusetts. I was a cop before the war. I signed up for an advanced training program cause I got tired of being the worst cop on the force.

Gardio: *eyes widen hearing this. He had no idea his reputation affected him that badly that he felt pressured to sign up for a training program*

Teshteal: Turns out, it was a actually a front to abduct people who could be viable supersoldier candidates- people with combat training and skill. Rosie and I were both taken by the same people.

Gardio: *covers his mouth, more at the realization a that his friend only ended up there because of all the mockery from the rest of the precinct. Feels guilty for not standing up for him*

Donovan: “You and Rosie were in the same place? The same vault? How? Why? Rosie is just a child-…” (Stops when it hits him that Jas was always athletically and academically talented, always the best out of the best) “God no, is that why she was taken…?”

Teshteal: *nods* I believe so. *heavily as he examines his water* We never saw each other and she was in there a lot longer than I was. My “programming” was never complete so I’m more sociable than Rosie. I have my own baggage, though. I can’t even hear the name my parents gave me without cowering. *staring at his reflection in the water*

Nick: *nods at Ma then loud enough for Jas to hear* A-001. Reset. *starts laying on the reassuances thick as soon as Jas goes limp. He lets her know she’s not in trouble and that she’s safe. He tells her that they need to give her blood via IV to help her regain her strength. He explains everything as calmly and as he can.*

Jasmine: (Went completely limp with a whimper, her vision going white and her ears ringing with the heavy thud of her heartbeat as it did previously. She can’t hear Nicks words clearly yet, but she can tell that they are soft and assuring, not rough and angry as she’s used to)

Ma: “Oh my….” (Covers her mouth with one hand, shocked at how quickly the girl went limp and got a lost look in her eyes. She’s now completely submissive, like she doesn’t even care)

Nick: *to Ma* She’ll be like this for a while. I hate using it cause it robs her of her agency… *gently brushes a strand of hair out of Jas face* I just have to remind myself that it’s for her own good. That if I don’t use this command she won’t get the help she needs in time to save her life. *apologetically looks down at his daughter*

Jasmine: (Just staring off while she slowly and blankly blinks, taking the time to rethink her situation by going through the previous events. She was hurt badly in a fight, Nick, Donny and Ma patched her up, she woke up sick, now they are giving her an IV and she hates those things. She fights because that’s what she’s suppose to do, but her Dad is the one allowing this to happen…)

Donovan: (Just stands there, processing all of Teshteals words and piecing as much as he can together)

Joyce: (Doesn’t have wise words to share to perk up her new friend, but she does have warm hugs. She wraps up Teshteal in one as she did with Donny earlier, swaying from side to side)

Teshteal: *freezes as he’s hugged. His instincts roar at him to flip her over his head and send her crashing through the floor but he refuses to do that. He takes a deep breath and leans into the hug, frantically telling himself she’s safe to get close to. Tells himself to let him get close to someone new*

Joyce: (Almost lets him go when she felt him freeze but hesitated when he leaned in) “Sorry, too much?”

Donovan: (Spins on his heel and heads back to the med room to check on Jas, now realizing that she stopped screaming)

Nick: *to Jas, still* Ma is going to hook up the IV to get some fresh blood in you. It’ll be quick and painless.

Jasmine: (Whimpers quietly as she goes through the correction stage, anticipating a slap, whack, or even the crack of a whip at each correction she makes on her fighting form or decisions on how she handled things)

Ma: (Silently moves up to hook the girl to the blood bag, setting it to a slow drip that she’ll increase over time just to be sure that Jas doesn’t have any bad reactions to it)

Donovan: (Steps into the med room, halting when he sees the dead glare in Jazzy’s eyes) “What’s going on?”

Teshteal: Huh-? *realizes he was in a stupor go for a moment* No, I was caught off guard. *finally relaxes and gives her a tight hug back but is careful not to squish Gilbert’s pouch. His tail gently sways up and down at the comfortable gesture he’s letting himself experience*

Joyce: (Brightly) “Okay then!” (Continues to hug the little devil gremlin man, still swaying from side to side as that is how Donny and Ma hug her and she hasn’t hugged very many other people)

Nick: *explains the command and why he had to use it. Essentially the same explanation he gave Ma.*

Donovan: (Looks at Ma, then nods in partial understanding. He leans back against the wall while he waits, still not looking at Jas for too long)

Ma: (Steps back with her hands raised slightly) “There, all done…”

Jasmine: (Breathing a little faster now, still waiting for the feeling of harsh pain on her skin from a strike, or worse. She continues to correct her mistakes bit by bit, edging back up to this very moment. It’s difficult to think clearly, her head still feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton balls)

Nick: *hushes her and pets her hair* You’re going to be okay, doll… You’re going to be just fine.

Jasmine: (Finishes her assessment of herself and its not too pretty, there were plenty of things she could’ve done much more efficiently. She tenses and quietly mewls like a small feeble child would, closing her eyes tightly while some tears drip down. She’s in her protective state now, again limp like a Raggedy Ann doll while waiting for the worst to occur, although she’s partly aware that it isn’t necessary anymore as her Dad is holding her)

Ma: (Reorganizing everything and giving the remaining few bloodied spots a thorough wipe down)

Teshteal: *blushes a little and rests his head on her shoulder, letting himself get lost in the safety of being held by someone so kind. He wonders briefly why he’s suddenly become so attached to Joyce*

Gilbert: (Squirms in his pouch when he wakes up from his slumber, scratching at the zipper to alert everyone that he is now awake and in need of a snack)

Joyce: (Frowns at her ferret who ruined the moment) “I think he’s awake again.” (Pulls back from Teshteal and unzips her pouch) “It’s his feeding and play time. Hold on, I’ll be right back after I go put him up in my room. Don’t go anywhere!” (Smiles at Teshteal then rushes to run up the staircase)

Teshteal: *makes a small wave with a small smile, blushing slightly still from the close contact of the moment*

Gardio: Looks like you have quite the crush. *leaning on the mop with a wry smile*

Teshteal: *face flushes more. He didn’t realize how love struck he was until the old ghoul pointed it out* That’s what this is? *runs his hand through his unkempt hair in a panic* I shouldn’t get any closer-

Gardio: Why? You seem happy.

Teshteal: *paces, tail twitching in agitation* Yes, but what if this is part of my programming? *stops to face the glowing one* What if these feelings aren’t genuine?

Gardio: *smirking knowingly* I saw you tense up and I’ve seen you easily toss people over your head when they grab you. You were about to do that but you stopped. *points at him* You stopped because you wanted to protect her from yourself.

Teshteal: What about when I’m close to her?

Gardio: Do the voices stop?

Teshteal: *freezes for a moment* What?

Gardio: I’m assuming this programming makes you hear voices. Do they stop when you’re around her? Does it feel like they’re trying to get you to do something for them? Or do they quiet down?

Teshteal: *blinks with some sense of clarity* They… stop. Mostly. At least when we were hugging just now, they were drowned out. It felt safe. *hugs himself a little to mimic the gesture*

Gardio: Then what do you think? *goes back to mopping the floor*

Teshteal: *blushing again and covers his mouth at the realization that he might be genuinely infatuated with Joyce*

Nick: *stroking her hair still to reassure her that she’s safe*

Jasmine: (Sniffles and covers her face with her hands, whimpering as her confused mind tries to debate whether or not it’s actually safe or she should stay in her protective state)

Joyce: (Settles Gilbert in her room, making sure he and the two puppies are well fed and have plenty of toys to play with) “There we go…” (Looks at her window at the bright blue day, a shadow darting in the trees catching her attention) “Uh oh…” (Rushes down the stairs) “Donny!”

Donovan: (Rushes out of the med room and meets her by the stairs, motioning for her to lower her voice as go not startle Jazzy) “What is it?”

Joyce: (Points outside, speaking in a whisper) “I think I saw them again past the trees, though I’m not sure…”

Donovan: (Swears and rushes to grab his coat and gear from the closet) “And we’ve got mirelurks on the shore that blew in from the storm…”

Joyce: (Also tries to grab her stuff so she can help him)

Donovan: (Stops her by placing a hand on her shoulder) “No Joyce, I’ve got it. You stay here and help Ma if she calls for it or if they come back. Maybe they’re just sniffing around again.”

Pirate: (Whines in anticipation, sitting by the door with her tail thumping)

Teshteal: I can help. *wild grin at the thought of fighting a few mirelurks* It’ll go by a lot quicker if I go! *crouching and swaying his tail like a cat watching a mouse*

Nick: You’re okay. You’re safe. We’re just giving you some blood so you can get back on your feet faster. *smiling down at her. He rubs her stomach again to soothe some of her anxiety*

Jasmine: (Malfunctioning, her mind can’t seem to make up its mind on what to do at the moment or even make much sense on what’s happening. So she just goes into cuddly kitten mode and puts her arms back around Nick while snuggling close to his chest, focusing on the soothing motion of his hand to help ground herself)

Nick: *keeps up the gentle gesture*

Donovan: (Slings his rifle over his shoulder, giving the gremlin man a nod) “The mirelurks are an easy fix, we just destroy their eggs and wipe them out. However, we’ve got some Trappers who recently moved in and are camping out nearby at the quarry, or more accurately Trappers-In-Progress as they aren’t fully insane. They haven’t been hostile to us yet, but we have seen ‘em sniffing around the farm. It’s better to be safe than sorry, only a matter of time before the fog takes ahold of them completely.” (Opens the front door, scanning the lawn for any sign of someone hiding)

Pirate: (Goes bolting outside, barking like crazy as she starts sniffing around)

Teshteal: So they can be reasoned with, then. I can tail you if things get nasty.

Gardio: Or I could follow. *to Teshteal* Sorry, Tesh, but your horns and tail are more noticeable than the glowing cracks of my skin.

Teshteal: *pouts*

Gardio: Hey, don’t be like that. This will give you more time with your new friend. *smiles warmly at the little devil*

Teshteal: *glumly* I suppose you’re right.

Gardio: Besides, we still don’t know if the vault’s hunting you or Jasmine. It would be safer for both of you.

Teshteal: *freezes in terror at the mention of the vault. Shaky whimpers as he cowers, his tail wrapping around his body for security* I hadn’t thought of that.

Jasmine: (Matches her breathing with Nick’s gentle rubs to further secure herself in reality, clawing at his shirt with a whine because she’s tempted to start scratching at her skin for her previous mistakes)

Ma: (Keeping a close eye on the girl, thinking about increasing the speed of the blood transfusion as there seems to be no negative reactions)

Nick: *Takes her hands in his to keep them occupied, rubbing small circles on the back of hers* Ssh. No need to punish yourself for that.

Jasmine: (Raises her head to gaze up at her Dad, her situation still not clicking in place yet but at least she’s not breaking down or panicking)

Donovan: “Wait- What?!? This vault could be hunting you and Rosie right now as we speak!?”

Joyce: “How did you get out in the first place then?”

Teshteal: *backs away with his tail between his legs at Donovan’s yelling* We were all put in cryostasis in the vault and I thawed out earlier than we were supposed to. I tried to get to Rosie but the security measures were too strong for me to combat at the time. I couldn’t even save the others in the vault. *clutches his hair with a whine at the guilt* I couldn’t even save them. *shaking his head in distress* Useless, useless, useless Linus. Can’t even protect an innocent person and now we’re probably all in danger-!

Gardio: *firmly to Teshteal* Stop. You’re not useless. You haven’t done anything wrong. *to Donovan* We don’t know. It’s a possibility. Now I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t yell at my friend.

Teshteal: *still clutching his hair, trembling like a leaf at his past mistakes*

Donovan: (Gives Teshteal an apologetic look as his face softens and his voice lowers) “Apologies, I didn’t mean to yell at you nor be angry with you as you have done nothing to warrant that.” (Rubs his forehead) “With all that has happened, getting Rosie back and seeing how far she’s fading, it’s taking a toll on me. I’ll try to keep better control of myself from here on out.”

Joyce: (Hesitantly shifts closer to Teshteal, opening her arms to offer another hug) “You’re not useless to me…”

Donovan: (Still terrified at the thought that someone could come and drag Rosalinda back to hell as he witness them do over two hundred years ago, he could never get the pleas or the screaming out of his mind…)

Teshteal: *No response. Just muttering* I left them behind. I left them behind and they’re probably dead because of me. I left them behind… *keeps beating himself up. Stuck in a loop*

Gardio: *to Joyce* You can hug him. He said he felt safe with you. *To Donovan* I think it’s best we head out, now, to make sure it’s just trappers and not something worse. *already put his holster on and has a pistol ready to go*

Nick: Hey, doll. *still warmly smiling down at her*

Jasmine: (Blinks at him, not responding while her eyes search his comforting face)

Ma: (Ups the speed on how fast the blood is trickling into the girl)

Jasmine: (Eyes widen when she registers the blood filled line going into her arm, crying out as she paws at it with one hand. She’s not ripping it out, just lightly patting it to express she doesn’t like it)

Donovan: “Alright then, let’s see what we’ve got out lurking out here.” (Leaves the house and follows Pirate into the woods)

Pirate: (Sniffing the ground as she follows a scent of a human)

Gardio: *follows him, keeping an ear out especially for ghouls. Maybe he can get some information from the locals if there are any ferals about them. He grips his gun tightly*

Joyce: (Silently moves in to swoop Teshteal in a warm hug. She’s a taller than him so she slightly bends down in order to press her forehead against his)

Teshteal: *freezes and looks up just to be sure who’s hugging him then tries to pull her down closer to his level so he can hug her back, and pretty tightly too. He quietly cries, the guilt clawing at his mind and how he could have done better*

Joyce: (Recalls when Donny or Ma would hug her whenever she would break down badly, remembering what they would do. She carefully guides Tehsteal to the living room and onto the sofa so they are both seated, letting him hold her tightly) “Hey, it’s gonna be okay…” (Has only known him for less than a day, but she still feels a strong connection to him)

Nick: Shh… It’s alright kiddo. *takes her hand again* We need to do this so you’ll get nice and strong again. Alright, doll?

Jasmine: (Whines and starts lightly kicking her feet like a toddler to further emphasize that she doesn’t want this IV in her) “No…”

Donovan: (Hears a branch snap when they get deeper into the forest and holds out his rifle infront of him) “Who’s there?!?”

Pirate: (Growls aggressively and gets into a fighting stance, ready to pounce)

Trapper: (Squatted down behind a tree a few yards away, cackling maniacally to himself while muttering nonsense to nothing)

Donovan: (Slowly starts approaching, keeping his guard up) “It’s the same bloke from last time, he tried to jump our fence while Joyce was out in the yard…”

Gardio: *nods and keeps his gun ready in case he gives them any trouble*

Teshteal: *shakes his head, his voice muffled in the fabric of her clothes* You don’t understand- I could have saved them! I had the opportunity but I chose Rosie instead! I could have saved them. Useless. I’m still the worst.

Joyce: (Hugs Teshteal tighter, leaning backwards so they are both laying back on the sofa) “Hm? And why did you choose Rosie?”

Nick: Rosalinda, please. You need this blood. *rubs the back of her hands again with his thumb* Just a bit longer. Okay, Kitten?

Jasmine: (Stops kicking and fussing, blinking down at the IV line in thought. She gives another soft cry and buries her face in Nicks shirt while putting her arms around his shoulders, not fighting any further but she still isn’t happy about it)

Ma: (To Nick with a sad smile) “It’ll take about an hour or so for the transfusion to finish. In the meantime I have some things to take care of, do you need something before I go?”

Trapper: (Looks up, slowly rising to his feet) “You-?!? the Fog hasn’t taken you yet?”

Donovan: “I’m a ghoul and we have fog condensers, no it hasn’t. Were you just on my property? I thought I warned you to stay away.”

Trapper: “Why? It’s only a matter of time until the Fog gets ya and your girls, or the Island sends it worst your way and everything gets ripped to shreds.” (Steps closer with his hands out like he’s going to grab them) “So what’s the point in waiting around?”

Donovan: (Points his rifle between the Trappers eyes) “Don’t. This is your only warning.”

Trapper: (Stops in his tracks, edging closer as if he’s testing the two men)

Gardio: *has his gun trained on the trapper*

Nick: *Shakes his head at Ma then pats his daughters head* That-a-girl…

Jasmine: (Grips her Dad’s shirt tightly with her small hands while she softly sniffles on her tears)

Ma: (Leaves the med room to let the two rest in peace. She quietly slips by Teshteal and Joyce in the living room, noting that Teshteal seems to be having a breakdown. She takes her large bucket and several smaller ones, leaving to milk the cows)

Teshteal: *sniffs* She’s a kid. I heard her screaming for help before we went on ice. *doesn’t realize how intimate the situation looks from the outside because he’s so wrapped up in his own trauma. He’d be bright red with embarrassment if he were more aware*

Joyce: (Pets his hair, avoiding his horns. She’s also oblivious to how intimate the position they’re in is, she’s just comforting her friend like Donny and Ma do with her. It’s the only way she knows how) “You wanted to save a screaming and crying little girl from being tortured? That sounds very noble to me, you couldn’t have known that the security would be too tight…”

Trapper: “So, you gonna shoot me this time?”

Donovan: (Still has his gun trained) “Do I have to? What were you doing back here?”

Trapper: (Only laughs at his question)

Donovan: (Frowns) “Where you scouting out our home? Checking to see if we had left or were taken down by the storm?”

Gardio: *glares at the Trapper*

Teshteal: *sniffs and buries his face in her shoulder* I could have done better…

Joyce: “You did your best, and it’s obvious that you care about her so that secures that claim.” (Racking her brain for something to say, she’s still extremely young and doesn’t have much wisdom through life experiences gained yet. She wishes Donny or Ma were here to help, but for now she just curls up close to Teshteal with her leg partly slung over his for extra security and comfort. Again, she’s oblivious to how this would look from the view of someone walking by)

Trapper: (Frowns back at them, shaking his hands in the air) “You could shoot, you know.” (Takes two steps back) “I can just walk away! You’re gonna let me walk away?”

Donovan: (Growls lowly) “If I see you or anyone from your group around my home ever again, I’m putting a bullet between your eyes no questions asked.”

Gardio: *frowns. The guy reminds him of Teshteal in a way. Only unlike Teshteal his morals are a bit dubious*

Trapper: (Backs away, laughing maniacally again) “You might come to regret that, buddy.” (Starts strutting off)

Donovan: (Gets defensive) “Is that a threat!?! Are you threatening my family!?!”

Trapper: (Walks backwards and raises his hands, mocking him) “Who knows? You decide!” (Keeps walking away back to the quarry)

Donovan: (Snarls, half tempted to shoot the man in the back just to be sure he’s not reporting anything. Although, that just might send the others running over)

Teshteal: *seems to settle down a little more. Suddenly feels like he needs to come clean about his feelings* Joyce…? I need to confess something to you. *sniffs* Promise you won’t get mad?

Joyce: (Sweetly) “Hm? Yeah, sure! I’ll keep an open mind!” (Glowing brightly, emerald green eyes peeking down at him behind her wavy blonde hair that’s fallen over her face)

Teshteal: *turns his head to face her, eyes just a bit red and puffy. He reaches up and tenderly strokes the hair out of her face. For a moment he’s stunned by bright emerald eyes. Reminds him of Gardio’s before the war- he always thought he had nice eyes despite just being friends* I know we’ve only known each other for less than a day but I think I might be infatuated with you. *watches her expression carefully for disgust or pain*

Joyce: (Eyes glow brighter with excitement and adoration while a warm smile blooms on her face) “What does infatuated mean? Does it mean what I think it means? Do you have a fondness for me?” (Notices that his eyes are red and her face fills with deep concern) “Oh no, are you alright?”

Gardio: *whispers to the other ghoul* Might be wise if we take turns keeping guard, Donovan.

Donovan: (Doesn’t let his guard down) “Just what I was thinking.” (Waits until the Trapper is out of sight before turning to Gardio, motioning to head back) “I’ll give the turrets and the wall a quick once over to reinforce our security.”

Pirate: (Follows alongside her dear owner protectively)

Gardio: *follows him back, taking note of the surrounding area* If you have any scrap, I recommend making more turrets to bolster your defenses. Lucille seems to know about robots from how she handled Nick breaking down. Maybe ask her to build one for defense? Just some suggestions, Donovan. *shrugs, not sure if he’ll even take them*

Donovan: (Gives him a nod) “That’ll work if she’s up for it. I brought everything from our farm and only do some maintenance here and there.”

Teshteal: I’m fine. I was crying, remember? *smiles a little and nods* To answer your question, yes. I have a fondness for you. Romantically, in fact. It’s still too soon to tell if anything will come of it. Hell, I don’t know if you feel the same.

Joyce: (Radiating light as she shines with excitement at the confession) “Romantically like me? And you don’t even want something from me? You’re not pining for that kinda stuff, right? No skipping to third base.” (Quietly to herself) “No of course not Joyce, he’s not like them.” (Turns her attention back to Teshteal, blushing cutely as she squeezes his shoulder) “I think I have an attraction to you too. Although, I’ve only been alive for four years, and only one as my own person…”

@lucilleandherrobots

#fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #nick valentine #fallout original character #fallout oc #fallout roleplay #fallout rp

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lewcouwa · 11 months ago

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Guzma x oc

Chapter 8: Malie

I was standing in front of my first home with multiple bags at hand. Hala was kind enough to lend me his Tauros to help with moving my things.

I couldn’t tell if the tingling in my hands was due to the bags or the fact that I was now completely on my own on a different island.

I barely knew anyone here except the local officer Nanu, and a few storekeepers I met while exploring the island before moving here.

Nanu advised me to stay away from Po Town, which was an area where team skull resided. That fact alone didn’t give me much of a clue on where it was but Hala explained that it was constantly raining there, and that I could recognize it by a huge wall encircling the whole area.

I guess I got too cocky when Hala insisted I chose another island. I could definitely feel myself getting nervous about my decision as I’m too far into this to go back at this point.

I took a sharp breath and went in.

My place lied in a pretty cozy spot in Malie city, my thoughts were nothing but irrational, I knew nothing bad would happen here. Stores were open 24/7 and the community here was really close.

I put my bags on the floor on the livingroom floor. The floorboards creaked underneath my weight, other than that everything looked pretty good. Which was a relief, I wouldn’t know how to handle that by myself.

I unpacked a little, just so I had somewhere to sleep at least. I had scheduled this day for me to get takeout for dinner and just explore the island with my Pokémon so they could get a feel for this place as well.

My pots and pans I got from Hala as a gift were sorted into some cabinets. My books were stacked and used as a makeshift bed table for now.

Once I was all done I stretched and let out my Pokémon and went out to Malie garden to have a look around by Hala so it was my first stop on my little tour.

Once I entered Malie garden the first thing I noticed wasn’t the architecture or the scenery of the place but more the crowds of people standing in one place and nowhere else. Which piqued my curiosity more than exploring. I gathered my Pokémon and headed straight there.

I quietly squeezed past the crowd so I could have a look too. What I saw had my nervous system on overdrive, this could possibly be the worst and unluckiest of coincidences.

I felt my heart hammering against my lungs and ribcage. I was completely frozen in place.

At the center of the handful of people was two grunts and Kukui who I’ve heard a bit about but never really met before.

Worst thing is, Kukui had his back towards me and the grunts could easily spot me if they haven’t done it already.

“You gotta beat the man to be the man, boys!” Kukui laughed with both of his hands resting on each side of his hips.

The two grunts looked at eachother, even I could see the reluctance on their faces, they knew there was no way to win a battle against Kukui.

“Yo for real?—“ “Fine! You asked for it!” Grunt A let the reluctance get to him meanwhile Grunt B went straight into it.

I knew I had to leave or hide somewhere but I couldn’t look away, I needed to know where this was going, out of my own morbid curiosity.

“Yea! You get ‘em Kukui!” “Fuck it up Professor!”

People were cheering and clapping, knowing Kukui was sure to win against the grunts. The loud noises however brought more attention to the crowd than anything which was far from what I needed.

A tall man emerged from behind the grunts, his silhouette was familiar, so was his hair, his clothes, the rough looking face. Before I could put a name on him I had looked at him for a second too long, I knew he saw me too.

I pushed past the people behind me and booked it out of there as fast as I could.

#Spotify #guzma x oc #pokemon sun and moon #pokemon usum #guzma pokemon #guzma #pokemon x oc #pokemon #skull boss guzma

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here-be-dragons-and-whatnot · 1 year ago

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Since this blog has become my unofficial documentation for Jar Full of Cosmos, I should probably include the first step of development which was the script. I looked at a couple dialog-free scripts to get an idea of how to do it. I'm sure there are lots of mistakes in terms of formatting and content, but it was enough to get me some storyboards and the animatic!

It's long so not sure if folks want to read it, but it's below the cut for the brave/bored:

JAR FULL OF COSMOS

INT. PEARL’S HOUSE, KITCHEN - NIGHT

We are in a warmly lit, retro-styled kitchen of PEARL. The cabinets are mint with wooden countertops. Jars, plants, utensils, and various kitchen items cover every possible surface and a pendant casts a conical beam of light over the center island where Pearl and her cat WIPPLES are working. The atmosphere is cluttered but cozy and warm.

Pearl is enraptured by a project in front of her, adding pinches of ingredients to a large wooden bowl and mixing with a wooden spoon. The countertop around her is covered in small jars of various ingredients. On the other end of the island, Wipples snoozes and purrs, his body rising and falling gently. Pearl hums absent-mindedly and her bowl bubbles.

Pearl carefully uncorks a bottle and sniffs the contents. She tentatively pours a single drop into the wooden bowl.

A billow of purple and pink sparkling smoke poofs up from the bowl, casting bright, colorful light on the environment for a moment. It reflects brightly on Pearl’s glasses. Wipples leaps from his perch with a yowl and raised fur while Pearl stands stunned with her spoon in the blast.

We are looking up from inside the bowl. The witch and cat’s faces slowly look over the brim and are lit by a colorful glow from the contents. Wipples' eyes dilate widely and Pearl cracks a smile.

We are now looking in the bowl where a gently undulating fluid contains stars and soft galaxy colors. Angelic music plays.

Pearl claps with glee, delighted at her success of creating a bowl full of cosmos. Wipples, whose eyes are still wide, reaches a paw towards the fluid but Pearl shoos it away.

to Pearl pops a cupboard open and selects a large glass jar from a collection of various bottles and jars.

Pearl carefully tips her mixing bowl over the jar, pouring the viscous space liquid into it. As the jar fills, the angelic music gets louder.

Finally, Pearl shelves her brew. We see a few jars of other environments such as a tropical beach, desert sands, and mushroom forest. The music changes accordingly with each pass. Finally, we arrive at a blank space where Pearl places her jar of cosmos, rotating it slightly to get the position correct.

Pearl stands for a moment with her hands on her hips, savoring her success while looking at her shelf of jars. Wipples sits on the counter gazing longingly with wide eyes at the jars. He trills, and Pearl turns and wags a finger in warning.

Pearl starts leaving the kitchen, pausing to give Wipples a scratch on the head.

Pearl slowly lowers herself into her easy chair in the livingroom. She raises a remote and points at an old TV set which clicks to life with the press of a button. As she settles back in her chair, we return our focus to Wipples. He was watching Pearl sit, but now turns his head and looks towards the jar. His pupils dilate once again and fill with sparkles.

Wipples leaps gracefully onto the shelf, causing the jars to clink. He steps haphazardly over and around other jars until he reaches the one containing cosmos.

We see a view of Wipples’ face through the jar. His eyes are wide with fascination and reflect the stars within.

He starts bapping the jar with his paw. With each clink of claw on glass, the jar edges closer to the edge of the shelf before tipping over and crashing on the counter below. Wipples leaps and his fur poofs momentarily.

In the livingroom, Pearl leans forward in her chair and looks towards the kitchen with a concerned “eh?”

Wipples peers over the shelf to see the counter which is now covered in a puddle of cosmos.

He tentatively dips a paw inside which makes small ripples in the reflective surface. He then steps the front half of his body through. The puddle acts as a portal and Wipples is transported into a soft, bright galaxy full of twinkling sparkles and pale yellow, cartoony stars. He meows and leaps all the way in.

EXT. COSMOS - NIGHT

Wipples swats at a few yellow stars with claws extended before focusing his eyes on one nearby. He snags it with both paws and regards it with wonder. Rearing his head back, Wipples opens his mouth wide, revealing a pink interior a white teeth. As his mouth chomps on the star, a cane appears from the portal off-screen and snags his collar. Wipples yowls as he is suddenly yanked backwards, leaving the star spinning with a bite taken out.

INT. PEARL’S HOUSE, KITCHEN - NIGHT

Pearl stands holding a rag in a hand on her hip and the cane aloft with Wipples dangling by his collar. He hangs with paws tucked in, looking guilty, but with cheeks puffed out. He smiles sheepishly around his full mouth, attempting to look contrite.

Pearl turns her attention to the mess on the counter and begins wiping it with the rag. On the counter behind her, Wipples visibly swallows.

INT. PEARL’S HOUSE, BEDROOM - NIGHT

Pearl lays in her bed asleep in a nightgown and nightcap. She is propped up on pillows, laying on her back, and snoring softly. A paned window backlights the scene with sheer curtains casting soft shadows. The bedroom is quaintly decorated, although not much detail is visible in the low lighting.

Wipples lays curled into a ball on Pearl’s belly which softly rises and falls with her breath. The scene is peaceful and quiet. Suddenly, Wipples opens his eyes wide and raises his head. His eyes are now the color of the cosmos, complete with sparkling stars, and cast a pink and purple glow around him. Angelic music fills the room once again.

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castle-dominion · 1 year ago

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castle 6x19 the greater good

the gates sister episode liveblog (the gateser good)

wow yucky table wow bloody man wow girl taking a pic!

That's actually a cool idea

RC: C’mon! How much fun would that be? (her jaw drops) And talk about an appropriate, if not slightly on the nose, metaphor. A bride and groom together, side by side, as they go through the ups and downs, the twists and turns, and the loopty-loops of life? KB: Castle, I love you. But I will not marry you on a ride or up in space or on a slide. RC: I bet Dr. Seuss got married somewhere fun. (DID he get married in his wife's livingroom?"

Oh no the wedding list episode. My parents got married in the slavic hall of our town, I think it was abt 50 people? 500? No it was 50. Yeah. I kind of wish I could have been there bc it was a lot of fun but I was years away from being born. Well ig I can see my step-mom's wedding. haha. divorced parents.

RC: That way we can determine exactly how big a rollercoaster car we need to build.

Lol "& I will get the phone"

Hey it's one of the other detectives!

RC: I’m being serious. Getting married is an intimate act and our ceremony should reflect that intimacy. (pause) And that way we can all fit in one car. Ryan, how do you feel about rollercoasters? KR: *walks over and screws up his face.* Ooh, make me nauseous. Why? At least we know ryan's getting invited. & some ryan trivia for ya, rollercoasters make him nauseous. That's also just a thing that happens as you become an adult tho.

Gee ess wed or gunshotwound are both much faster than gee ess doubellyuw. I vote we switch w to being pronounced dubbellyeuw to being pronounced wed.

lol cash taped to his chest *ryan considers it* Maybe he doesn't have a landline & she didn't want to use her cell. anonymity. She is after all a woman just like the one who took the pic of him. The pic makes me think proof; contract killer

it is a crappy photo tbh Ah venezuela my beloved. Maria: He was a scholarship kid, so everything that he got was through hard work. Except for the scholarship money. (Well still, getting a scholarship IS hard work)

KB: This place is either the engine of capitalism or the poster child of greed and corruption Me: Uh yeah that's kind of how it works. Of course we are not talking about meritocracy here. There is no "or" there. Beckett: depending on the paper you read Me: oh

The invisible hand of hte market lmao

KB: Wait, he owns his own island? We should definitely invite him to the wedding. you're already married to a man who owns land on the moon.

Jamie Burman: Killing. Are you capable of it? Because if you are, I will make you rich. Open hunting season! Holy crap I hate these people

Yeah man... sure would get results... Ooh wait beckett's jacket is nice! (Also nice shirt) to the 65th floor from which floor? I mean that would be good exercise but... are you starting one or two floors down? (or up) or are you starting 5 or 10 flights away?

Yay big. Love it. Yeah man! You keep walking you don't think a thing! Dear god the amphetamines you put on this earth for people torun 40 clicks an hour are being used to look at spreadsheets faster. (but yeah I have definitely moved around my medications to get through the work day before.)

On the PALM of his hand? that is not 5-4 days that is 4-5 hours!

my man was wired up!? Is the rest of the cops in on nthis? Oh Lord! She says! I love gates sm! Oh yeah gates is married she probs changed her name. (unless the audio commentary was right & she IS married to a woman. Then who knows) My sister!

Title card!

Love it, the sister rivalry. hatred. family. ELIZABETH WESTON sry capslock. Has the same "look" gates gave to castle

Ah it was recording not streaming! Oh yeah capitalist like that? Yeah man EW: We’ve been trying to mount a case against him for years. Insider trading, securities fraud. We know he’s doing it, we just haven’t been able to get proof.

EW: Victoria, this investigation is ongoing and exposing it to Mr. Burman or anyone at J.P Harding would break federal statutes. But I thought that this something that you and your team needed to know. VG: I’d certainly say so. Yeah y'all r right... Only significant. Which sis is older? Gates right? VG: Oh, well, now you do. *coldly* LOVE IT LOVE IT.

RC: A subtle chill? More like a polar vortex. I’m guessing something happened between them in the past. Something deeply personal that Gates does not want us to know about. RC: I’ll give you a dollar if you ask her. only a dollar? & can't she get you to uy her a coffee anyway?

Wow outfits!

"had words" is such a way of saying things. RC: How is it not relevant? The video shows you leaving together. Two hours later he’s dead. JB: It’s not relevant because I didn’t kill him. Yeah man! You might say "I have to disclose to you information that would cause me to become a suspect, however I would rather you hear it from me instead of finding it out yourselves. I had a discussion with him. We were at odds. I did not kill him." Or not because never tell the cops anything.

Worked up for a business deal? didn't you see him earlier yelling at his money individuals to make another company bleed? he has a usual table at le cirque

Hire someone sure but hiring killers is expensive, even for a rich guy like him. HOLD ON I JUST REMEMBERED TWO EPISODES AGO. SARA MASKI OR ENOLA MARKOV OR W/E HER NAME WAS-- SHE WAS A CONTRACT KILLER FOR BRACKEN/SIMMONS/LOKSAT & SHE USUALLY USED A KNIFE TO KILL. DICK COONAN ALSO FAVOURED HIS KNIVES & KILLED FOR BRACKEN/SIMMONS/LOKSAT!

RC: Speaking of your sister-- VG: let's not.

Hm, becks' desk buddy has stuff on it. Hector Nunez doesn't have a ~ over the second n tho... they saw him buy a package from this guy & at some point they also caught him with cocaine on him & they said you do what you have to do to get thru the work day

Are you sure? He was a devil he'd never get mixed up with even if you loved him as a kid?

Ooh love the music! bring esposito he speaks spanish. Hey which countries speak portugese (& I know a few speak french) as their colonial language? I mean in the americas. well besides quebec which by a linguistic standard is latin america. I do know that a lot of ppl still speak their native languages which is awesome (up here in canada even us natives barely speak any most of the time, & some places esp the caribbean have lost their languages almost entirely. only a few words that have been adopted into local dialects or other languages. rly sad.)

Clipping hairy Ah dancing my beloved I learned how to play pool the other day. My little brother is SO good at math & has such long arms that we were ahead most of hte time & even on a team with me (I SUCK) we lost by literally one ball to my older bro (who plays a lot of online pool) & my uncle's gf (who doesn't play much but knows how).

Whatever it is: I didn't do it. My man looks genuinely torn up abt this. HN: Who did this? RC: Well we were thinking you. HN: RC: ...might be able to tell us.

Maria said hector nunez tried to get peter in the gang, but hector said he didn't let the gang take peter.

Oh yeah this is all about money. Suisse federal smth. Yeah ofc. HN: I wrote it down in case something went wrong. Smart man! lol becks is taking a pic of som1's phone!?

Gates looks so nice. It was very need-to-know in the first place bros. oOH ESPOSITO OUTFIT! RC: seems kind of passwordy to me! RC: Hacker voice, "We're in!" Castle you've done it again! JE: :| Won't clip

wow $25m is a lot. JE: some expensive sand

Another way? Going to talk to your sis. Oof. Love how they have similar enough looking gals to be sisters. We know she's Black, but she's like,, north african black not sub saharan. She has those awesome cheekbones. Ooh AG! that's what beckett worked under! Oh greater good episode title. Hey isn't the point of not playing the game.. gates' entire thing? Isn't that why she went into internal affairs? Ah letter vs spirit. Another one? This has happened before?

(was she EVER going to be on the list?)

Why would you sit there with the headphones only half on? Do they.. hurt your head? KR: (sighs) I feel bad for Gates. My sisters can never work together. I tell you, when the two of them went at it, oof. (I thought he had 3 sisters... unless he was talking about victoria & elizabeth.) JE: I wouldn’t mind going at it with Gates’s sister. BRO. (reminds me of the audio commentary JE/JH: "I'll win her over. I keep winking at her & blowing her kisses.") & ryan also only puts the headphones half on! (at least they are headphones, not playing this out for the whole world.)

Let me hear the spanish. I am hard of hearing Let Me Read The Spanish! I always love it when russian or spanish or apparently mandarin show up & the characters can speak it. We should have gotten more of alexis speaking french tho. Also I loooove esposito's tie (& his tie & outfit mix) & ryan too rly pretty <3.

over 100! OVER 400! world famous ISH but you don't need to invite your international fans castle! & there is bound to be some crossover. I REMEMBER THE FACT THAT AUNT THERESA POSTED CRAP ABT HIM ON FACEBOOK I LOVE HOW THEY BROUGHT IT BACK Martha my beloved. To clip or not to clip? That's why I have a baby brother (or sometimes big brother) beside me to keep me in line. Alas neither is here. Well I decided to clip apparently.

pic of her & her sis in the desk. how RECENT was their falling-out? (also they are way more Black in that photo than they are as adults wow)

ONLY THREE? Martha u know this is HIS wedding not yours... Btw has castle ever had any step-dads or really good mom's boyfriends? like uncle chet who was uncle to both alexis & rick bc he is not quite family but he is also married in so he is family in law... Nearly 600...

KR: (he thinks) I have a lot of relatives that hate me now. (clipping this lmao) & grabbing a pic of some outfits.

Of COURSE I've heard of armando garcia! I love this consolate guy Mexico city?

Is it really that easy to change your identity? No way. He also totally would have been found.

Find the truth. Are internet cafes real?

Ooh also really nice slightly purple colour & green shirt I like castle's look. & you can see ryan's phone in his pocket /pos Ew watching ppl's dealing in internet cafes? gross.

Why would she blame you? you're just doing your job. Like when becks was in the ag's office & everyonne was mad.

Gates backstory moments: He skimmed a few eight balls off the very boss Elizabeth was building her case around. When my office caught him reselling it, she came to me. Begged me not to file charges. Asked me to think of the greater good. (she pauses) I did my job that day, too. IT HAS BEEN THAT LONG?

you're not telling her that he compromised her case, you're saving her from him having sabotaged your case!

Jamie Burman stole it bc he knew where it was now? Stephanie goldmark, did you really just... leave your computer like that? & did the rest of you have permission to search her computer? unless it is a work computer in which case you can do anything you want ig. HOLD ON THE CAPTIONS CALL IT BERMAN THE TRANSCRIPT SAYS BURMAN IDK WHAT IS GOING ON.

Does he not know abt the investigation or is he faking?

*deletes you forever!!!!* *you still exist as metadata*

Peter/armando: I came to the US believing in the American dream, so I worked hard and tried to be honest in a corrupt government, plants drugs on me, threatens to destroy my future, all because you need someone to testify? How am I supposed to still believe? I did everything I could to play by the rules, but no one else does. So by the time you hear this, I’ll be gone. Remember that one cop who was doing a demonstration at a school on, well basically how to plant drugs on someone? & then he had two kids volunteer to do a demo & the kids pretended one was in labour? Yeah I'm just thinking about them.

Oh no she's going to blame herself for goldie doing that

following our captain's lead! Beckett & Gates are the best. I love them. I love their relationship.

Weston: but at least I won’t embarrass myself in court presenting evidence that is untrue.

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AGAIN!

KB: I think we have to decide why we’re actually having this wedding. I mean, are we doing this not to insult hundreds of people or are we doing this for us? some of those people would go only bc they don't want to offend you. You should get a wedding photoshoot done now, send a photo & a non-invitation saying "sorry we missed you. We don't have the space for everyone we want to invite, but we still wanted you to have some wedding pics. luv u bye." "We're getting married! *both of them dressed up in wedding gear blowing a kiss to the reader*." On the inside it says, "We're getting married in (season). If you would like photos, please let us know." & then don't invite them. Idk. Idk! screw this, the only reason he's inviting half those ppl is so they don't feel left out that he's inviting their mutual friends.

just "you" no name? Not "me & you" why did one write on the left & the other on the right? Weird. Also totally expected rick to write alexis & stop there. HEY I REMEMBER MADDIE! you don't need to invite gates' family. Just her & a plus-one. & that is just one, not her sister & kids!

I would invite: my parents, my bros, my step-mom (but none of her kids unless the one son wants to come which he probably wouldn't bc it's loud & boring & he's autistic so like.. noise), two friends from culinary school, maybe a third, possibly a fourth but then I'd get into the "If I invite them I have to invite them" trap so only those two, my crew from jr high (& the parents of only one), a family friends 1, family friends 2, no other family friends bc I'm not close w them, & then I started writing it down. My grandparents & aunt & uncles. No family past that, partially bc they live not-close, or at least that's my excuse. & then my 3 martial arts instructors & that's it. Not my older bro's friends I like, nobody from work, none of my second cousins or mom's cousins or dad's cousins, even tho I'd love to invite a lot of them. Probably not that new friend I made. Nobody online. I could get more martial arts friends, my violin teachers, & my old educational assistants- actually yeah I'd invite the person I used to consider my best friend+ until it moved away for college, but tbh probably not our other friend or anyone from the pride club any year, not my hot/cold friend, you know what? I definitely WOULD invite my ed assistants. Not the most recent ta tho, none of my other fave teachers. This stuff is easy. I'm sure after I post this I'd remember so many ppl I need to invite or could invite but wouldn't if I was keeping the list small. Like mu bus friends. All the ppl I included in my "note" a few years back. Actually yeah no yeah that was a very similar experience. I didn't have a lot to say to a lot of people, but I wanted to get everybody sometimes I gave ppl their own pages bc I included a specific person from the group they were in & didn't want to exclude them. I wouldn't invite my childhood best friend. (tho I did invite my jr high crew). None of my international friends-- actually yk what I WOULD invite them. Let them take a vacation here at the same time! Well no I wouldn't. but still. Not my inuit/dutch high school friend. Anyone I had a sleepover with? Not that friend, she was a little bit physically abusive, not those family friends but I like them for sure, not the childhood one, already the middleschool ones, nobody from Camp... Yeah. (just finished the below paragraph) I remembered some more family friends... & forgot them. ig they weren't important enough to invite. choire? no. Moved south? no. mum's friends? no. Crud I can't remember.

edit: I forgot my best friend from late jr high

Moving on, that's the end of the ep. They are just going to re-up their lists. You know what they should do? Whitelist each other's lists. say "yes these people, the rest can be cut" w/o saying "no these people, & we still have to cut more"

fudge I shouldn't have done that, now I feel like writing down every person I have ever fricking met & labelling them yes or no. Oh. I'm so frustrated because I'm not on my meds. but i'm too fucked up to get up & take em. I'm fucking stuck & I don't want to get up until I remember the thing. Adhd based issue here but I need my mood stabilizers. fuck & the typing of my bro is so loud & annoying & hell even I'm struggling to type rn.

just let me end the post idk how to end the post in a way that sounds complete & good to post.

Yes.

that was me being messed up.

amen.

yes that was castle episode. amen. all good.

love you bye.

edit: I realize why I was so messed up. I was late taking my meds & starting my period. Speaking of which, I need to take my testosterone shot today

#castle 6x19 #castle 6x19 spoilers #castle 6x19 quote #the gates sister episode

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buckys-little-belle · 2 years ago

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hi! can you do a fic where eddie makes little!reader a pink hellfire shirt? or their favorite color hellfire shirt? btw i absolutely adore your writing!

Pink is ‘metal��

Eddie Munson x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - food mentions, reader almost eats some waffles, mentions of breakfast foods, reader drinks juice

Notes - I love this, I don’t know, it’s short but adorable

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW

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“I jus’ feel lef’ out.” Y/n pouted, looking over at Eddie who sat making some Hellfire shirts for the new comers.

“Bub you can always wear one these.” He laughed, gesturing to the shirts that laid out in front of him.

“Bu’ dere ugly.” Y/n groaned, walking away from Eddie, plopping themselves on the blanket that was spread out in the living room, picking up a few toys just to huff and put them back down.

“Why do you want one if they’re ugly?” Eddie questioned, a knowing smirk on his face.

“Da’ black is ugly not da whole thing.”

“Bub we wear black because it’s metal.”

Y/n tilted their head, a frown on their face. “Pink is metal.”

Eddie thought about it for a second, nodding his head soon after. “You have me there.”

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Eddie had stayed up all night making Y/n their own Hellfire shirt, a white undershirt being stolen from their closet while they slept, soon dyed pink.

When Y/n woke up the next morning they found Eddie laid on the floor in the livingroom, a bunch of Hellfire shirts scattered around the room, a pink T-shirt mixed in with them. “Ed’s?” The whispered, kneeling down next to him, their head lowering to look at him closer.

“Mm?” He hummed.

“‘m hungry, c’n we have some cereal?” They asked, standing back up.

“Sure Bub.” He smiled, slowly pushing himself up off the floor, his arms immediately wrapping around Y/n from the back, the two of them waddling to the kitchen. “Okay, sit down.” He pointed to their seat at the island, Y/n hopping towards it as they got excited.

Eddie grabbed the pink plate from the cupboard, the plate, matching cup and utensils, all bought at the dollar store in town. A surprise from Eddie when they slept over for the first time. “N’cereal?” They asked, holding up the plate that was just placed in front of them.

“I didn’t do the dishes Bub, your bowl is dirty.” Eddie explained as he got some waffles ready. He would have just given Y/n a different bowl, but he wasn’t willing to fight over the bowls lack of pink decoration. Y/n thought over his words, their cup full of juice placed in front of them, a sip of it making them forget about the lack of cereal. “I have a present for you though Bub.” Eddie began, his words laced wth excitement as he walked out of the kitchen and towards the heap of clothing laid on the floor.

Eddie bent down, picking up the pink shirt. “ I made you a pink one.” He smiled, the shirt was a short sleeve, different than the others, but he knew Y/n would wear a long sleeve under it, or a sweater over it, so he knew it wasn’t a big deal, it was pink, that was really all that mattered. “What do you think.”

Y/n squealed at the top of their lungs, rushing off the stool and into Eddie’s arms, the shirt sandwiched between the two of them. “I love it Eds.” They screamed, pulling away and grabbing shirt. “C’n I wear it today?” They asked, their eyes wide in anticipation.

“Of course Bub.” He laughed. “But you need to eat your breakfast first, I don’t want you to get waffle all over it okay?”

“‘kay.” Y/n sighed, walking back to their seat, placing the shirt beside them, looking at it as they drank their juice.

“What is going on?” Waynes voice called, him walking from his room to the kitchen, rubbing his eyes as he adjusted to the light.

“Look!” Y/n yelled again, excited that someone new could see their shirt, they held it up so he could see it.

“You made that?” Wayne asked Eddie, Eddie just shrugging in response. “It’s very cute Y/n.” Wayne smiled, giving Eddie a pat on the back before walking to the bathroom, getting ready for the day too.

“Okay, Bub, really, it’s time to eat breakfast.” Eddie’s voice was slightly more stern, placing a few waffles onto their plate, pulling them apart into pieces.

“I wan’a show Max m’shirt!” Y/n yelled out as they ran towards the door, the shirt in their hand. Eddie huffed, following them as they ran outside and towards Max’s trailer. If he knew the shirt would have been such a distraction he would have waited for Bub to at least have some waffle in them before giving it to them. He knew he would hear Bub was hungry by the second class, but at least they were happy, at least they loved the shirt.

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bumblesimagines · 3 years ago

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"can you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

For cassie? And thank you 🤘

"can you stay with me until I fall asleep?"

Her relationship with Nate Jacobs had ended just as quickly as it had begun, and it had left her feeling one thing; complete and utter loneliness. In her desperation for love and validation, she had set bridges ablaze in hopes it’d strengthen her relationship with the football player. But, in the end; all she had done was strand herself on an island with no one to reach out to and no one to help her.

Her friends had ditched her, her sister had embarrassed her infront of the whole school, and Nate had abandoned her without a second thought. She had nowhere to go, apart from one place where she wasn’t too sure she’d be welcomed. But seeing her lack of options, Cassie made a jump for it.

She walked along the sidewalk, heels clanging together and messy hair blowing in the wind. When your house came into view, she stopped and inhaled, preparing to be turned away.

Making her way onto the porch, she raised a hand and pressed the door bell. It was then she noticed one of her acrylic nails was missing, and she pressed her lips together at the memory of the play where she no doubt had lost it.

"Damn, that was quick." She heard your muffled voice and took in a breath, watching the door open. You didn't notice her at first, too preoccupied with your phone. You lifted your head to speak, only to shut your mouth and press the phones' power button.

"Cass."

"Hi." She greeted quietly and wrapped one hand around her wrist, pursing her lips as she became aware of her appearance. She'd gone a messy job at cleaning herself up after her scrap with Maddy.

"Could I come in? I.." She swallowed and dropped her gaze onto the ground in shame. "Nate broke up with me."

"Ah, damn.." Your attempt at sounding sympathetic didn't go unnoticed. Cassie lifted a hand to run her fingers through her messy locks, looking back up at you with a frown.

She could only feel relieved as you stepped to the side and allowed her inside. The house still looked the same, aside from some furniture being rearranged.

"I ordered some pizza, if you're hungry." You told her as you shut the door, turning the lock and facing her. She'd gone to your house thousands of times before and yet, she felt like a stranger.

"Do you need me to call Suze?"

"No, no.." Cassie shook her head. She would've called her herself if she wanted to go back home. As much as she wanted to be in her mothers' embrace, she couldn't face her sister. Not yet.

"Alright, well... I still have some of your clothes if you want to shower and get changed." You motioned towards your bedroom and Cassie felt a smile stretch on her face. You led her to the bedroom and looked through the closet until you found a shirt, shorts, and a pair of underwear that belonged to her.

Graciously, she took the items and went to the bathroom, taking a much needed shower where she scrubbed away at her skin to erase Nate Jacobs touch. When she finished, she joined you in the bedroom, silently watching you play a video game until the pizza arrived.

"Are you okay?" You finally asked, setting the plate infront of her. "I saw the videos on Instagram."

"I'm fine." She answered, her tone making it clear she was done with the topic.

You and Cassie ate in silence. Once upon a time, she would've been cuddled up to your side in the livingroom with a movie on. She would've laughed at something you said and nuzzled further into your side. But those moments were long gone, a stop having been put to them after the argument that ended a year long relationship and even more years of friendship.

Cassie took the guest room for herself, listening to you explain your schedule for the next day and how you could drop her off at home before your morning work shift. Tucking herself under the covers, she stared at the lamp resting on the nightstand and frowned.

"Can you stay with me until I fall asleep?" She asked when you shut off the light. There was a beat of silence before she heard your steps grow closer and felt the bed dip beside her.

"Thank you."

"Anytime, Cass."

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clementinesjourney · 3 years ago

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Record Shop Funk - Pt. 1 Like real people do

A.N. : Hey guys, so i had this idea yesterday, and i really hope you'll like it. <3

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Words: 1,9k

Pairing: camboy!Steve x Reader, roommate!Bucky x reader, Stucky x reader (as the story goes)

Warnings: nothing yet :)

Summary: Who knew that having a secret crush, then a hearbreak will end in such a sweet thing..

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You and Bucky shared an apartment above the recordshop you both worked in. Your aunt was the owner of both, so it was a fairly good payment, and a fairly good apartment for a cheap price. It was a bright and big apartment with two bedrooms, so your decided to rent it out, all while searching for a helper to the shop downstairs. When Bucky came in applying for the job, you asked out of joke if he needs a place to live since you had seen around 5 people already and none of them felt right. His eyes lit up as he said he is in fact looking for a place. Since he was fitting for a job, and looked like a decent guy, you congratulated him on his new job, and asked if he wants to see the place today. You still had one and a half hour to close, but after it you would gladly show him the apartment.

He had nothing better to do, so he agreed to it, feeling happy about having a job he might actually like and a coworker he might actually will get along with.

-Do you drink coffee? I was thinking of getting one in the meantime. My friend works close by, and they make the best coffee in town. - He asked.

-I could go for one thank you - you smiled at him - iced cold-brew, no sugar, i'm sweet enough.. - you said with a smile.

He couldn't help but smile back at the joke. When he arrived at the café, he saw his friend Steve flirting with a girl whom he could visibly see trembling just cause he talked to her. Steve always had his way with girls, ever since the serum of course. After he broke up with Peggy, it was mostly just hookups, never finding a girl worth keeping around. Not as if they werent kind, pretty or good to him, it just never felt right. Bucky smiled at his friend, Steve immediately shifted his gaze from the girl, to a very happy Bucky.

-Did you get the job?

-Better.. I got the job, and she has a room for rent which i'll see tonight.

-Wow Bucky, i didn't know you were even better then i am.. sooo how does she look? - asked Steve with a slight wiggle of his eyebrows. He wanted Bucky to get a girl since ages and hearing this, his mind immediately ventured there.

-5'7, ginger, green eyes, freckles, curvy just the right places. why?

-Nothing Buck.. nothing.. - Steve said smirking at his friend.. Bucky never realized when he liked a girl, so he never really acted on it. He last had a woman back in the 40's.

-Sooo i know you didn't come to have chat with me, one black coffee and.. ?

-ah, iced cold-brew, no sugar..

After paying for the coffee, he hurried back to the shop, hoping to get to know his coworker a little bit better.

You thanked him for the coffee, and when you tried to pay, he refused.

-Next round's mine then. - You smiled at him with your 1000 watt smile, which again he couldn't help but smile back at.

-So tell me about you Bucky, what do you do in your freetime?

-Nothing really, just reading, spending time with my friends, kind of thats it.. I have a boring life really. What about you?

-Well, i work here, then i go home and listen to music, cook, god i love to cook, thats a big pro for the apartment.. just saying. - you said with a playful wink. - besides that nothing much. Sometimes i go to a nearby bar with my friends maybe concerts and thats it.

-I like washing dishes if that helps with the application for the room. - he said with a shy laugh which made your heart skip a beat.

- It sure does.. Do you leave your stuff around?

-No i'm a tidy person.. thank you very much. - he said cockily (just for the sake of being funny really).

-Okay okay, if you like it you can have the room, just promise to tell if you bring up a girl so i can leave. The walls are kind of thin.

-It's okay, i don't really...

-Oh um i'm sorry, i didn't meant to intrude, it just something i would really like everyone to add to their rental contracts. - you chuckled embarassed.

-Noo no, it's okay, i'm not embarassed by it. I guess i don't want hook ups, if one day there's someone i'll tell in advance.

-yea me too, i promise. If you end up renting it anyway haha. on that note it's time to close so i can show the room in a min.

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When you opened the door to the apartment Buckyquietly took in it all. It was really bright, white walls with paintings all over the walls, plants in every corner or shelf you can put one on, a comfy looking mustard couch, aztec-y rug under the coffeetable, and a wall fully shelved, filled with books and little trinkets, it looked like a home he never had a chance to have. The livingroom had an american kitchen on the side, island in the middle of the kitchen area, it was white, and blue which reminded him of greece, down the hallway you showed him the bathroom which of course had a lot of plants that liked the atmosphere of a bathroom, a shower in the corner and a bathtub under the window. You then showed the empty room he could rent out. It only had a shelf and a wardrobe, and a queen sized bed. No decorations, no signs of anybody ever living there. You then pointed to the room the opposit of what could possibly be Bucky's in the future, saying that is yours. You didn't show your room, he wasn't gonna go in there anyway, and showing your most private space on the first day didn't seem like a good idea either. You then invited him out to the balcony, watching the setting sun, smoking a cigarette.

-So thats about it, what do you think?

-I really like it, and i mean.. my workplace is pretty close so thats a plus, also you said something about cooking all the time.. sooo if it's alright with you i would love to rent it out.

-It's settled then roomie. I'll give you the keys, you can move in whenever you want to. Tomorrow we are closed, so maybe that would be ideal.

-Yea, then tomorrow it is then. I'll ask my friend to help, then we can maybe hang a bit if you're free.

-Sure, i have nothing planned, and it's good to know who i'll be living with. - you said with a smile.

Before closing the door, you said your goodbyes, and you realized what did you just do, after he wished you good night with a killer halfsmile that almost had your knees buckle. You just agreed to living together with possibly the most handsome man you've ever seen who is also your new coworker, so you will basically spend most of your time with him.. Guess we'll see how this goes you thought to yourself.

Morning came soon enough, you were sitting out on the balcony when you saw Bucky arrive with a very tall, just as handsome man, carrying boxes of books, and bags of clothing. Bucky looked up at the balcony, waving towards you, you waved back, then moved to open the front door before going back out to the balcony, resuming your coffee and smoke.

When they finished bringing all Bucky's stuff in, it was already midday, so you decided you'd order pizza for all of you, as in like a welcome present.

-Hey guys, i'm thinking of ordering pizza, what kind would you like?

-Oh (y/n) you don't have to. - said Bucky, earning a smirk from Steve as he looked back and forth between you two.

- Noo i insist, today won't be the day i'll start to slowly kill you with my cooking. - you said giggling a bit.

- Whatever's fine peach. - said Steve with a wink, that you decided was just out of friendlyness. You didn't veen knew his name, and he seemed like a lady's man anyways. Not really your type no matter how handsome and muscular he is.

- Steve, by the way, nice to meet you.

-(Y/n), likewise. - you shook his hand.

When the pizzas arrived you called them to the kitchen, listening to all their shared stories from their early years. They seemed like really close friends, and genuinely good people. You had a really great time. It was nearly 9 pm when Steve left, for saving a dame from dying cause of boredom he said. You and Bucky chuckled, then he let him out, closing the door, locking it for the night.

-I guess i have some packing to do, so.. good night (y/n).

-Good night Bucky, if you need anything just knock. - you said with a smile, and he couldn't help but smile back. He felt at peace. He had Steve, now he had a job, and a room to make a home of, and you as a new addition. You were so kind, so eager to help if he needed anything, he loved how the scent of raspberries and flowers lingered in the apartment mixed with coffee and cigarette smoke. It seemed to have a calming effect on him.

You heard a soft knock half an hour later. WHen you opened the door you saw a smiling Bucky, awkwardly scratching the back of his head.

- Hey, um.. sorry. I forgot i didn't bring a blanket, could i borrow one until i get my own?

-Yea sure, i'll get one in a min. - You said, leaving the door open, letting him see a bit of "you" while you were searching for your spare blanket in your wardrobe. The room really was you. White, with mustardy curtains on the window, plants everywhere, books piled up here and there, a really comfy looking bed, pictures of you and your friends on the walls. And damn, your room smelled even more like you. If he wouldn't pay attention your scent would lure him into your room and never let him leave he thought.

-There you go. - you handed him the blanket smiling.

-Thank you very much.

Then he stood there for a moment drinking in the sight of you in front of him. You were wearing an oversized tshirt, that ended just around the middle of your thighs, hair in a messy bun, no makeup. He could swear he thought you were pretty before, but seeing you as you were made him fancy you even more.

With a small smile you told him goodnight again, then closed the door in his face.

You could hear his little laugh on the other side of the door, then his door closing. For the first time in months he didn't wake up in the middle of the night, and he didn't had a nightmare either. He was afraid he would, and then he would wake you up with his screaming, but looks like the blanket which smelled just like you calmed him enough.

After waking up because the rays of sunshine on his face, he smiled to himself guess i'll wait with getting my own blanket then...

#bucky x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers #recordshopfunk

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bellarkeselection · 3 years ago

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Wheeler Child

Request from abigrace0124 on Wattpad. Rip and Beth are married and John's wife is a surrogate to give them a child.

Sorry it's short. I'm new to writing surrogate stuff

Once I finish throwing up in the bathroom I entered the livingroom seeing Beth and Rip sitting on the couch. My husband John entered in with a drink to help with morning sickness, helping me sit down on the other couch with my giant growing belly. "Thanks honey." I sip the drink feeling hm sit by me. An arm draped over my shoulder kissing my forehead. John and I had got together a few years before the big attack on his whole family. "I can't thank you enough for this ma'am." Rip fiddles with his hat still using proper manners around me.

"Rip, call me Y/n. We are family after all." I smile hands resting on my belly seeing him smile at the thought of being a father. Beth is unable to have children so after their wedding in the front yard I proposed the idea to my husband. John just smiled telling me he never minded having more grandkids besides Tate. "So let's discuss baby names. I vote the name Elsa, anyone else got anything better?" Beth spoke up drinking a magaretta in her hands. John takes my hand in his gently squeezing it. "How about Rachel-"

Holding my freehand up in the air I correct the two of them. "Hold up why do you think the child could be a girl. What if it's a boy?" Rip parts his getting an idea that makes him smile at the three of us. "She's right. If it's a boy I say we call him Justin." Beth gets up to refill her drink eyeing me from the kitchen Island. "Y/n's carrying my baby she should name it. So what do you got for us?" Tapping my fingers on my legs I bite my lip thinking. "Let's call it Rip Junior." All three heads turned my direction before everyone cheers with huge grins on their faces. "Definitely, Rip Junior!"

Comment and reblog 😊

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haitanizzz · 3 years ago

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!contains tokyo revengers manga spoilers!

cw: angst, swearing, alcohol mention, slight violence, blood/bruises mention, slight sa? (non-consensual kiss), spelling errors

characters: draken and inui

summary: draken gets drunk and got his ass into a fight. inui picks him up and takes care of him but draken can't seem to move on from emma. inui can't tell the difference between platonic and romantic attraction, kinda one-sided love?, draken basically being depressed lol also set in the timeline where they own a bikeshop together

note: i don't ship them but i don't have anything against the ppl who do, i just thought their relationship was a great angst material :) i rushed the end a bit tho cuz i was getting out of ideas lol hope you enjoy!! also big thanks to the people who requested from us and we're a bit slow, but we're working on them don't worry!<3

-L

"hey inui! inui! seishu are you okay?"

draken was having it rough for a few days now, his nightmares about emma coming back to him each night like a curse from the past. inui noticed that his friend was more tense around him or when draken would hesitate to call out to him, but he didn't say anything since he knew that mental health was a touchy subject for his partner because of a certain girl. he was having a hard time ignoring it though as it left a bad taste in his mouth, but he didn't know why. is it because draken is his dear friend or maybe it is because he was in love? ken was so nice to him and he was his friend because he was inui seishu and not somebody else, right? he was so lost in his thoughts he didn't even hear draken call out to him.

"huh?"

"i've called out to you 3 times already! you look like you've been stressing so much lately-"

"oh no, no! im totally fine don't worry about it, i was just daydreaming a little bit!" he said as he let out an awkward laugh.

draken flashed him a gentle smile and patted his back.

"if you say so! but don't hesitate to ask for anything if you're not feeling well, aight?"

"got it boss"

"hey! i told u stop with that!" he playfully scolded inui as both of them began laughing. "anyways i just wanted to ask if you could close the shop today? i'm going out with some friends to drink, so.."

"of course! you can count on me, just give me the keys and you can go!

"thanks inupi! i owe you one!"

it was already dark outside when draken began to pack his things and passed the keys to inui.

"don't forget to close it or i'll beat ya ass if anything is missing tomorrow!"

"yeah yeah, just go already!" inui said as he pushed his friend through the door of their office.

"see you tomorrow seishu! "

he woke up to his ringtone, phone buzzing on the table as he got up and tried to wipe the sleep from his eyes. he didn't even have the energy to look at who was calling him so he just picked it up.

"yeah! see ya!" he sighed and almost slammed the door shut on accident. he was nervous but why? he could feel a pit in his stomach like when something bad is about to happen but he ignored the feeling and chose to dose off for a small nap on the sofa that was in the office.

"hello?" he answered the phone with a groggy voice.

"hey inui! sorry to call you this late but i need you to come here!"

"kazutora? it's not often that you call me, what's wrong?" he was dumbfounded that kazutora callled him as they barley even kept contact with each other.

"it's draken."

"what?"

"that idiot got drunk and punched a dude."

"oh god, again? " inui pinched the bridge of his nose not wanting to get up and drive there because he didn't like dealing with drunk people especially when it was ryuguji who got drunk. "im coming don't worry, thanks for giving me a call kazutora.

"thanks inui, we're at the new bar, just 2 streets down. we'll wait for you at the entrance!" kazutora said and immediately hang up.

"i swear that dumbass is going to be my death one day.." inui murmured and grabbed his jacket and the keys to his bike. "thank god it's not that far, just 2 streets down or i wouldn't even go to get his drunk ass."

the engine of his motorbike roared as he stopped in front of a bar, that had neon lights around it. everything was so bright he got a little dizzy and almost had to close his eyes. he spotted kazutora and draken sitting together at a random shop's staircase that was next to the bar. he got up from his bike and began walking towards them and it was when he got closer, that's when he noticed the blood sitting on draken's white shirt and bruises all over his face.

"what the fuck happened?!"

the two of them jumped at inui's voice not expecting him to shout at them.

"sorry to drag you out to get him this late, i could've bring him home myself but chifuyu and the others are still in there and im kinda worried what would they do when there's nobody to look out for them." kazutora said as he slightly bowed his head as an apology.

"don't worry about it man, don't apologize." inui gave kazutora a slight smile as he took draken's arm around his shoulder to make sure he wouldn't fall. "i'll be taking him home now..thanks for looking out for him."

"it's nothing. have a safe drive and call me if something is up!"

"yeah will do!" inui said as he began walking back to his bike with now draken slumped over him. it was very strange that draken wasn't talking at all, he was usually very loud.

"im not a kid you know? i can take care of myself inupi."

"oh so you now know how to talk? and it didn't seem like you were doing so good, so just shut up and let me drive you home!"

draken let out a laugh as he sat on the back of the motorcycle and grabbed the spare helmet.

"aight, aight! just don't be so loud, my head is killing me.."

"i wonder why?" inui scoffed as he sat on the front. "just make sure you don't fall off or you'll have to go to the hospital by yourself."

the drive to draken's apartment was quiet. none of them talked, the only thing that was making noise was the motorbike and those few cars that passed them. they were almost there when inui felt arms wrap around his waist and felt some weight on his left shoulder and he tensed under draken's touch, his heart hammering in his chest.

"i swear to god if you puke on me-"

"are you mad?" draken's voice was soft, almost like when a child got caught stealing candies.

inui didn't answer not knowing what to say to a question like that so he just kept quiet.

they soon arrived to draken's apartment complex and inui parked his bike.

none of them said a word and seishu helped his friend up the stairs, then to his door. keys jingled as draken searched his pockets and struggled to fit the key to his door inside the keyhole. inui gently pushed him away and opened the door and draken almost immediately went and crashed on the couch. seishu shaked his head and closed the door behind him, took off his shoes then followed draken to his livingroom.

"come on man, we need to get you patched up and change! i promise you can sleep all you want after we're done." draken just groaned and put his head on inui's shoulder s a sign to help him to his bedroom.

"i think the booze is really starting to get to me.." draken said as his words were slightly slurred from the alcohol he had consumed. inui helped him up and staring walking towards draken's room and sat him down onto the bed and turned on the lights. draken hissed at the sudden brightness and inui just let out a chuckle then went to the bathroom to get the first-aid kit. he came back with the box and sat next to draken and grabbed his chin.

"come on this gonna hurt a bit, but i'll be as careful and quick as i can so bear with it 'kay?" the tatted male just hummed as an answer and inui took it as a sign to start cleaning his bruises. he started dabbing under his eye first, then right under his jaw with careful movements. draken didn't seem to be giving any reaction so he just continued until his eyes sat on his slightly busted lip. seishu looked away for a moment then went to dab the sanitizer on his lip when draken took a hold of his wrist and he dopped the cottonball he was holding.

"what's wro-" seishu's words were cut off when draken kissed him. inui's whole body froze as memories from his high school years started to pry at his mind and tears filled his eyes. he didn't know what to do. was it the right thing that he just sat there without doing anything but his hands shaking? he will never know the answer to that. he only came back to reality when draken pulled away and smiled at him with red dusting his cheeks, inui didn't know if it was from the alcohol or because draken was embarrassed.

"i love you..emma." draken whispered against inui's neck and passed out. seishu couldn't process what was happening and his chest started to hurt. he quickly pushed draken off of him (who surprisingly didn't even budge) and stood up with wide eyes, tears threatening to spill out of them. he didn't even bother to pack the first aid kit as he was almost running to the door. he slammed the shop's keys on draken's kitchen island and left.

the next morning draken woke up with a headache.

"..what happened?" he said as he looked through his room, the first-aid kit on the floor. he tried to remember what happened last night as he went to get dressed for work.

he was confused when inui didn't came to work that day.

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x male reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers inui #inui seishu #draken #draken ryuguji #platonic tbh #inui i love you im sorry

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