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mh073099 · 9 months ago

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“I’ll Find You” - Captain Rex x Reader Fic Part 3

TRIGGER WARNINGS - Sexual Harassment- a bit. Themes of Torture, Terrorism, Murder, our girl is a separatist spy okay she's not the good guy yet. Age Gap- 18/19 to a 24/25. Don't Worry not for long, I am a fan of age gaps.

Author Note- SOOOOOoooo It has been a really Long time since I posted anything for this and almost abandoned it but I reread it earlier and got some inspiration again, to anyone that cares reading this. Also, pay attention to the time stamps.. they will be important in the future.

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Part 3

Paris, France 05/21/2067 01:45

As we sat down in the café, I suddenly felt awkward. Here I was, sitting down with the first person in ages that really noticed me, regardless of if it was real or not. I felt naked. Laid bare under his gaze.

“Relax, princess. I’m not going to bite.” He smiles at me. Never in my life has someone smiled at me this much.

“Not even if I ask nicely?” I snark back, leaning forward onto the table with my hands. Rex just looks at me, smirk on his face, not taking the bate.

“You know what’s scary?” I ask him. I’m unable to help myself.

“What?”

“Knowing that you could destroy everything I’ve ever known, and yet I think I’d let you.” What the fuck am I saying? And that thought must be showing on my face because he starts to speak again.

He regards me carefully. “Maybe that’s what you need,” comes out slow and soft.

“I don’t need saving.” I look him square in the eyes.

“I’m not taking about saving you. I’m taking about freeing you.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” I feel we are dancing around the obvious.

“Hmmm. Tell me something about yourself. Something honest, real.” He asks while sipping his hot chocolate. He looks so normal, so calm and at peace. While we sit here and dance around elephants in the room.

“Oh, well I don’t know. Um… I speak 6 languages.” I offer up. Kinda at a loss to answer, for Am I really that much of a person? I do what I’m told. I am the makeup of ash and ember that has been molded by pain, over and over again. My whole life is a lie. A secret. Something I cannot share, for the so called greater good. Honest? Something Real? Am I even real? These thoughts aren’t ones I should be having. Conversations like this lead down a dark road.

“Wow, that is impressive.” He really does look impressed by that fact. “What Languages? Even though that’s not what I meant by my question, obviously. But I have to ask.”

“Maybe I am Deflecting.”

“You are most definitely deflecting.” Then he looks at me expectantly.

“Well, English obviously,” earns me the low chuckle that I am growing to adore. “As well as French, Spanish, Geonosian, Huttese, and Kittat.”

His head snaps up from where he was drinking his coffee. “Kittat? That’s a dead language, used by- “

“Yes, The Old Empire. My mother is a historian. Translated a few things for the republic. Taught me as she was teaching herself.” The lie falls easy and quick from my mouth. The dead language isn’t as dead as everyone thinks. It’s what the separatists use to pass information along. An Illegal language has its benefits.

Which of course he brings up. “Mhhmm. And Isn’t it an illegal language?” He cocks his head; his eyes harden the slightest bit.

"Technically yes but Historians like my mother have permits and clearances for such things. Teaching me? Now that wasn’t necessarily legal but what kind of government prohibits a whole language? Its just words.”

“Dangerous words” he counters carefully.

“As if words in any other language can’t be dangerous?” I lean back. “It was William Douglas said ‘The most important aspect of freedom of speech is freedom to learn. All education is a continuous dialogue- questions and answers that pursue every problem on the horizon.’ Without the freedom to criticize, question and challenge the dominant narrative, societies cannot make progress.” I finish with a huff.

Rex leans back, with a smile on is lips, and something bright gleaming in his eyes. “You’re very passionate about this.”

“There is only passion.”

Rex pauses, licks his lips and smiles. “Of course, you’re 100% right about freedom of speech. But progress is slow. We must learn from the past. Not repeat it.”

“And isn’t that what’s happening?”

“I don’t think so. I work for a great senator, Her efforts and even the quiet efforts of her husband have shown that they actually care for their people. And truly want to make the world a better place. The right way.”

“What’s your job title exactly?” I bait him.

“What’s yours?”

I sigh. He had me there. “Hmm.” The right way. Is there really such a thing as right and wrong? Or did it come down to Just you and them? Two sides of the same coin? I look down at my hands, unable to look him in the eye anymore. “Still feel like you’re following me.”

“Maybe it’s not you I am following.” His response makes me freeze, and then surprisingly relax. That is a loaded response…but maybe. Just maybe.

He reaches his hand down across the table, pinky touching mine and interrupting my thoughts.

I loop my pinky with his. Looking down at our entwined fingers. His pinky finger is calloused but warm. I hope he couldn’t tell how sweaty my hand was while being hooked on my pinky.

“Where do you see yourself five years from now?” I asked, still staring at our pinkies.

His inhale makes me look up, and I can’t make the expression on his face. “You don’t ask easy questions.”

“You’re one to talk.” I fire back.

We both dissolve into giggles. I just feel giddy, and his smile in intoxicating. For the first time, I feel clean. Like I don’t have to hide.

“In five years? A promotion, with better pay and better hours. My schedule now is nowhere near stable, but a set work schedule would be nice. And hopefully, a relationship. I’m a little young to think about starting a family, but I want that someday, and in 5 years, I hope to have that person by my side.” He answers, taking hold of my whole hand as he finishes.

“Hmm. That sounds nice.” I say absent mindedly, imaging what a family would even feel like.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Where do you see yourself in five years?” He squeezes my hand in reassurance.

Dead. For a cause that I am not even sure I believe in.

“Honestly? I don’t know. Right now, my work keeps me busy, as well as in the moment. Success is seen in immediate results. Long term is not something I am looking at yet” I try to keep it vague.

“You haven’t thought about it?” He pushes.

But pushing starts to irritate me, and I snap back with, “I’m young, what’s there to worry about? Who cares for future.” I say in a huff. A dark look overtakes my face and I pull my hand away. Hands in my lap, looking at him in all his handsome goodness. Curse life for dangling him in my face. His eyes are filled with sympathy as if he could possibly understand what it was like to not know what happens tomorrow. To have your fate completely out of your own hands.

“Princess, you asked the question.” He pauses then leans a little more forward. He looks so open. “I don’t know what you’re caught up in. But I have friends. People that could help-“

“Woah let me stop you right there. I do not need saving. I am perfectly fine thank you very much. I don’t know what you think you know, But I can tell you, You are wrong. I have a well paying job that provides for me, I get to travel, I-“ I loose track of where I was going with this. How do you try and stand up for living a life you don’t want? “Rex,” I sigh. “I’m fine. You will just come to find that I tend to be pessimistic at times.” I offer up.

He just looks at me, taking in the sight of me. I wonder what he sees?

Then he reads my mind and goes, “When I look at you, I see a strong, beautiful ruthless young woman with her whole life ahead of her. But you have this look in your eye. You’re not happy. Not even close.”

“How do you know?” I shake my head.

“I recognize that look because I used to stare at it in the mirror every day. Until I found a way to stop living like that.” He offers. Rex cocks his head at me, looking concerned and sympathetic. I hate it. I can’t understand why he cares.

“Sounds easy.”

“Hardly.”

The silence seems comforting. I don’t feel as alone as I normally do.

“I’d gladly let you ruin me if you asked.” Left my mouth unbidden.

First, I see surprise flash across his face. Determination settles in its place.

He pulls out a card, and slides it across the table. I don’t look at it, just slip it in my pocket.

Rex goes to say something, But at that moment, the door to the 24-7 café we’re in opens.

When I connect with his eyes, all I feel is dread. The anger is rolling off him in waves. The card heavy in my pocket.

Rex must notice the color drain from my face because he turns slightly and catches sight of Maul.

“I’m so sorry.” I whisper to Rex, as Maul approaches with long strides. He arrives at our little table in just a few steps.

“Let’s go.” Is not question. “I’ve been requested to make sure you arrive home safe. Your mother was worried.” His deep voice oozes with thinly veiled venom and misplaced passiveness.

“Is everything all right?” I hear, Rex’s tone firm, calm and dangerous. I look over at him, and the look he is shooting at Maul rocks me off balance. He looks positively murderous. Never could I image his face set in stone like this.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” Maul sneers, slowly moving his gaze to Rex. The heat in their stare was almost Nuclear. As if at any moment, they would collide and explode on each other, leaving devastation in their wake.

"Everything is fine John,” I quickly say making sure not to give his real name out, hand reaching out to his and I go to stand up.

His gaze shifts to me and his eyes soften. “It was nice talking to you princess. Stay Safe out there.”

I softly smile and look to Maul. His eyes burn me, promising trouble that he will enjoy, and that I certainly will not. “Well? Let’s go then.” I bark out bitterly.

We turn and leave.

It took everything in me not to look back.

Paris, France 05/21/2067 02:15

The whole drive was silent on the way back to the manor, but the smugness was rolling off Maul in waves. I didn’t know what lied ahead of me. But I did know one thing. Rex knew I was trouble. This could go one of two ways. I could give rex up, milk him for what he knows and dispose of him. The thought twisted painfully in my chest, and it became hard to breath. Or I could toss Rex a bone. Slowly bring down the cause. I’d be betraying everything I had known. But what was a cause that killed and stole for their own gains? An Ideal that the Republic is the oppressor while simultaneously oppressing not only those they deem an enemy to the cause, but to their very supporters as well. That idea made the weight on my heart ease a bit.

Oh God, what have I gotten myself into?

When we arrived at the manor, I was hesitant. The place held a blanket of doom that did little to keep the cold out. Maul stalked forwards while I meekly followed behind. I was scared. Maul was excited.

We entered the haunted manor and made our way to the main parlor. In the room stood the Count, my Mother, and Him. The Chancellor of the separatist movement. Everything about him was absolutely Sidious. My mother’s face was blank. Just an empty shell with her face. The Count looked bored. Maul looked like a dog, drooling for a bone.

“Hello, my darling girl.” His voice was like poison. It took everything in me not to flinch. “I have a job for you.”

Here. We. Go.

Paris, France 05/21/2067 04:00

I lied there, in my own blood and vomit. Left alone to pick myself up.

The Humiliation of this night will forever be burned into my spine. All for what?

To test my strength, He said. To assure everyone but more importantly to assure myself, that I have the will to continue this path. To kill doubt that lingers within myself and within our circle about my abilities. After all, I was just a young girl. They needed proof of my loyalty. My undying loyalty. To remind myself that Peace is a lie. To become what I pretend to be, he said. To prove I am enough for this job, that I will see it through. No matter the pain, the costs.

“Tell me, do you have anything to say for yourself? To prove yourself worthy?” In all his Sidious might, he stood over me. Brand still glowing, the smell of burning flesh overtaken my senses. I looked over at my mother. She looked at me as if I was nothing. I didn’t recognize her anymore.

Turn back to him, Looking him in the eye. “There is no peace, only passion.”

His smile is wicked, and he continues.

Paris, France 05/24/2067 13:47

I lay in bed, just staring at the wall. Ace by my side. I have to keep him from trying to lick my wounds.

I need to get up. I need a plan out of this. This…this isn’t me, right?

“Peace is a lie, there is only passion.”

I sit up, pushing myself through the pain.

“Through Passion, I gain Strength.”

Standing up was hard. My legs gave out, and I had to learn heavily on the bed until I could get my feet underneath me.

“Through Strength, I gain Power.”

I slowly make my way over the mirror.

“Through Power, I gain Victory”

The Woman looking back at me is unrecognizable.

“Through Victory, My chains are broken.”

A lie. All I see are chains.

“Through Victory, My chains are broken.” I repeat.

Tears cloud my vision, and I am filled with rage.

“Through Victory, My chains are broken.” I whisper, before I slam My fist into the full-length mirror.

My knees hit the floor, digging into glass. I relish the pain.

“I am set Free.”

I reach for the Card.

Paris, France 05/24/2067 13:59

He picks up after the first ring. “Hello?” His voice deep, and rumbles through me. I take a deep breath.

“Did you know?” I ask, voice hoarse and sore, but full of force. No room for argument.

“Princess, is that you?” I ignore the butterflies in my stomach at the nickname.

“Rex. Did you know when we first met? Back in D.C.?” I ask again. There’s no way he didn’t know now. Not with the way our late-night conversation went.

He sighs. “No. I didn’t know back then.”

“You Promise?”

“I promise.”

“When did you find out?” My voice breaks.

His voice is soft when he replies, “I didn’t find out until after seeing you that afternoon at the cafe. I went back to the embassy after that and... well.”

I took a deep breath. He was honest with no hesitation. I don’t know how I knew that, but I did. I believed it deep in my bones.

“You let me walk away.” My vision starts to get blurry.

“I knew you’d make the right choice in the end. I believe in you.”

“That doesn’t make any fucking sense,” I whisper.

“Princess, are you ok? The other night you-

I choke out a laugh. “Yeah. I’m fine. Tell you’re bosses I’ll help. That’s what their expecting right?”

I let out a sniffle. God, I’m really doing this.

“Look, Let’s talk about th-”

“No. No talking. One condition. You’re the person I talk to. No one else.”

A sigh. “I wish you would stop interrupting me.” His voice holds 1000s emotions, and I can’t place any of them.

“Get used to it. Good-bye Rex. I’ll keep in touch.”

I hung up the phone.

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sleepingdeath-light · 2 years ago

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male s/o hcs ; emmet

requested by ; 🥭 anon (20/05/23) [1/6]

fandom(s) ; pokémon

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; emmet

outline ; “🥭 anon here! I’m so happy you’re willing to give my Submas request a shot even if it’ll take a while!! ✨ take as much time as you need, because I’m desperate to see content for these sillies and perfection takes time so I can wait~ I’d like to request sfw and nsfw general relationship headcanons for the Submas bros (separate headcanons and poly headcanons) with a male reader If possible!! 👉👈 also I appreciate that you write for male readers I think that’s great!!!!!!!!!!!”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

teases you frequently but it’s in a lighthearted and playful way, usually just ribbing you if you make a silly mistake like trip over your own feet — but he takes as good as he gives so he’d fully encourage you to do the same to him

talks about you to his brother and the trainers he comes across quite often, either mentioning you offhandedly or talking about something you did or something else

(e.g. ‘i am emmet. i have won against you. i need to leave at the next station. my boyfriend is waiting for me. i am emmet’)

is extremely supportive of you and will brag about your latest accomplishments to whoever will listen (usually the trainers who are stuck battling him on the subway, but generally they’re more endeared than irritated and will send their regards)

lends you his coat whenever it’s cold because he worries about you getting sick — well, more accurately he forces his jacket over you and tells you to keep it on

never leaves for work without giving you a kiss goodbye, he’s sentimental like that

calls you his boyfriend, his partner and his husband interchangeably — nobody other than his brother can actually say for certain what your relationship is aside from that you’re obviously together

you’re the only one who’s able to calm him down when he gets quite hyper, but as you adore that side of him you’ll only really do it if you have to

perfectly fine with pda and will even initiate it if he knows you’re comfortable with that type of affection

shows off to you a lot, like he’ll have you accompany him to work sometimes so you can watch him win battles

especially if a victory is rewarded with a kiss

is actually physically stronger than he looks and is capable of picking you up and carrying you, but he rarely does it — saving it as a way to cheer you up and make you laugh when you’re upset

doesn’t necessarily use nicknames for you, only using your name or your relationship title, but if you use a pet name for him enough he’ll respond to it — even if it’s the silliest name in the world, he’ll love it because you chose it

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 8 months ago

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3.17.24 Sunday

9:51 am

I still have windblow....I wanna see Mark suddenly,it is impossible if he is somewhere nearby....

Is there a particular group who got my exes? I feel bitter... I can't get a bf who can lift?

I don't wanna be ugly and fat coz my exes were all handsome and tall...

Can I be Elvis???

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10:05 am

Where the fuck is Mark??? I feel bitter....Where the fuck is his penis now??? 17 years... hmm...

Someone fuck someone....

I really wanna leave this Cavite, I have no growth... I feel that they took away my future....I need to see my men and Mitch?

Mitch did you give me a "simple battery"???

I feel bitter... I feel ugly here, they took away my crown, I was supposed to be Elvis...

Probably, there is a group that took away my bf's? Is Mark somewhere???

I feel bitter here...I wanna leave Cavite...I have windblow....I wanna leave Cavite....17 years they fuck each other without me... I hate being 2nd, if they kept it I will just die of heartaches...

1:18 pm

I still have windblow....I feel bitter 17 years too long, too much of waiting and putting a barrier on me...

I feel so ugly and fat and I feel out of place... I feel that someone took my place, an unknown vagina... I'm trap here and nobody wants me now.. Someone fuck someone at my back that is totally unfair!!!

3:36 pm

Got my Japan collagen from Lazadah shop but it is not well-sealed....So, I'm doubting....I did a skin test on my left arm and it is fine but based on its bottle stop using if something bad happened to your skin...Weird!

3:43 pm

I have my Garnier the liquid is somehow intact and sticky it will not flow right away on the skin compared to this collagen that I just bought...

The liquid of collagen it is like water...

The same thing the liquid is somehow sticky... This is my collagen, I bought in Watson.

4 pm

Good News! The collagen of Daiso is really watery in texture but it is effective according to this...

youtube

4:02 pm

I still have windblow... I feel ugly here, I wanna leave Cavite... I wonder if group of women got my exes....I wanted a breast implant ....

Where is Mark? Tell them that I was really cute when we first met at FEU when we were 16....

I feel ugly now... I hate women nowadays they are being judgemental on my face but I still want a nose perfection.... Who the fuck got my exes??? Is Mark somewhere???

Remember me Mark???

I feel bitter...

6:48 pm

I have windblow... I feel bitter!!! 17 years... All my handsome bf's were gone...

Now,where is Mark? I feel that someone fuck Mark, I hate being 2nd choice... Why, nobody wants me? Since this windblow came year 2007??? I hate being compared!!!

I feel a back-stabbed and a woman took my position on my exes, now on Mark...

Is Mark somewhere, fucked by people of Cavite??? I feel hurt!!!

I was really cute angels! I was really cute!!! WHY, NOBODY WANTS ME NOW!!!

Everyone is so calm and I hate it Mark!!!I hate it Mark, everyone is so calm! I hate it!!! I don't see Love on Calm!!! I DON'T FEEL LOVE BY BEING SO CALM.... There is no love on them here... I feel HURT!!!

7:34 pm

I feel ugly for 17 years... I'm not calm!!! I wasn't calmed!!! I wanted to shout....I wanted to shout and be seen by everyone!!!

It is about Love and Pride... I wanted to shout coz of my Ego being smashed unfairly...

I don't want that particular group of women tracked down my handsome bf's and they took away the chance for me to see them,why?

Even Mitch, where is she??? Why? Did she give this "simple battery"???

9:14 pm

I feel so ugly...I have complex....I have windblow hoping for the better...

I wanna leave Cavite...I feel jealous...

I need a bf who can heal me that I'm not ugly... I lost my 17 years and my timeline....I wanted to be famous hope Mark can understand and he used to know me that I was always the baby and I was always the center of my friends or circle and they made me a supporter for 17 years, I feel ouch here...

I feel bad I wanted to have my own circle again and I can't see my old friends....I wanted to see Mark coz I wanted to see him again, my old bf....I wanna talk in front of our friends and see but some wicked group took away that moment from me and my reality love-team and my reality-fame and my reality love-affair....They took away that moment that I can be seen as sweet and the Carmela of the group but I,we are mature people...But still I wanna see Mark coz I'm hurting so much now... I'm hurting so much now....17 years I'm hurting coz probably you are just somewhere nearby, enjoying with the bad Mickey Mouse.

9:37 pm

I have windblow....Sometimes, I feel like dying but for the windblow, it is unfair to die this way....It is unfair to die without anything achievement or whatever, without feeling it again or any success or good emotion... Not yet fulfilled here on earth... But sometimes, I feel like dying ...

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violettelueur · 4 years ago

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— ITADORI YUJI + FUSHIGURO MEGUMI + GOJO SATORU + RYOMEN SUKUNA || WAKING UP WITH THEM

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : hidden suggestive hints + grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 05 april

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hi! Can I ask you for a Headcanon on: Itadori Yuji, Fushiguro Megumi, Satoru Gojo and Ryomen Sukuna, in the morning when waking up with their s / o please?

↳ barista’s notes : so right now, i have no anime to watch...but fruits basket is coming out tomorrow i believe so i do have something to be excited for soon also, i updated the spotify playlist so go ahead and enjoy some new songs i have added ʕ´•ᴥ•`ʔ other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee and come again soon ʕ￫ᴥ￩　ʔ

I don’t think Itadori is a morning person at all despite his bright personality, so waking up with him is more like sleeping in a bit more and a few ‘5 more minutes’ will be said.

However, if Itadori does wake up before you, he would stare at you for a while because he wants you to be his first view he sees to start his day off - that’s how he obtains his bright self.

He does tend to place his whole hand on your cheek before stroking it with his thumb if you are facing him - he does make sure Sukuna isn’t about to bite you.

If he feels like you are too far away from him, he will pull you closer to you before resting your face into his chest because we all know that itadori doesn’t care one single bit if he is the small or big spoon - he just wants your warmth.

To be honest, Itadori sucks at waking you up because he feels guilty doing so and he also wants to sleep in overall.

However, if you wake up before he does, you would wake him up by giving him a few pecks on his cheeks - it’s like an energizer for him.

You can tell he loves it because he smiles before opening his eyes while reaching up to get more of his morning kisses.

You both do talk in bed for quite some time before getting out of bed because it just feels calm and comforting to you both before you start the day.

You and Itadori talk about what you both are planning as well as what you both are excited for like an up-and-coming date you both had planned or what game you want to play today - the morning conversations are a great start to both of yours day.

Estimated time of getting out of bed - 30-50 minutes in total.

It’s a process but a cute one.

Fushiguro is someone that is organised and we all know that, so you know he has a few alarms set because he knows that you sleep through some of them quite peacefully.

He seems like the type to be up by the first one if it is an important day or he will turn them off immediately if it is an off-day because he desires to have a sleep-in with you and doesn’t want you to wake up just yet - there is no in-between.

So when it is an important day, he slowly sits straight up to turn off his alarm before turning to look at you, only to discover you sleeping peacefully as usual.

He will ruffle your hair gently to wake you up because you need to and will tell you to wake up with a small smile on his face because you look really adorable.

If you whine and say to give you a couple of minutes, he will just sit there and admire you because what better way to waste time waiting for you - if you allow him, he will play with the ends of your hair to keep him occupied for the time being.

After a few minutes, he will wake you up properly (probably lightly taking the blanket away from you) and you have to comply because you know he is doing it for a reasonable reason (not) and he knows that you are going to demand a hug since you are quite clingy when you are tired.

If it’s an off-day, just know Fushiguro’s face is buried deep into your chest with his arms sluggishly thrown across your waist leading you to wake him up by playing with his hair as well as planting a few forehead kisses that he loves so much.

If you are able to sit him up, he will place his forehead on your shoulder for a short while to gain some extra sleep - so wake him up with a few temple kisses as well

Estimated time of getting out of bed - 10-15 minutes (on a work/school day) or 30 minutes (on an off-day)

Like I said there is no in-between.

Gojo is someone that rarely sleeps to be honest, due to his role as the strongest sorcerer within this generation. However, when he wakes up with you by his side, it’s a whole process.

If you wake up first, Gojo will whine and moan at the fact that he doesn’t want to get up and if you try to leave the bed without him by your side, he will drag you back by force and anchor you down with his arm and leg.

You will complain that you both will be late and to be honest, he doesn��t care one single bit because he is known for being late - he will switch up the story to the others by saying that it was you that didn’t want to wake up (but they know he is lying and will inform you on what he said)

No matter how the day has started, either him waking up first or you, he will bombard you with so many kisses on your face and neck before you stop him when he comes to your lips - because morning breath ain’t it.

Once again, he will whine that he didn’t get to kiss you ‘good morning’ and he won’t leave the bed until you give him one - you will also be anchored to the bed until you give him one.

However, there are times when he has to wake up really early and leave you, so he makes sure to leave a little note before heading off - he probably tried to make breakfast but we all know he ordered something for you since he doesn’t seem like the type to cook.

When you both managed to sit up, Gojo will put all his weight on your back and just hide his face in the crook of your neck before placing a few kisses here and there because he’s clingy like that.

Morning cuddles are a must for him. One way or another, he will move you to his lap only to wrap his arms around your waist while waiting for you to wrap your arms around his neck - he will carry you around the house like that because he refuses to be apart from you.

If you have one of those days where you just won’t wake up and refuse to get up, Gojo will just admire you for a while and will play with your hair.

If you are married to him, he will fiddle with the ring on your left ring finger because it just reminded him that you are here with him - not like he is a canon player or anything…

“Morning exercises”

Estimated time of getting out of bed - 1-3 hours.

It’s a whole process, so wake up at like 6:30 am to be only 5 minutes late.

There are parts of me that say Sukuna doesn’t sleep at all for some reason like he will lay in bed with you but he will just watch over you during the whole night.

We all know Sukuna is a dominant person, so when you wake up just know you are in the position of the small spoon - always.

Let me admit, I have no idea if Sukuna is a morning person because he just doesn’t sleep...he just zones out for a while.

WE ALL KNOW, THAT HE SLEEPS SHIRTLESS - so admire...

If he feels mean, he will pinch your nose to wake you up because he wants your attention but he won’t admit it at all - don’t know why I thought of it.

Sukuna will also bite your neck to wake you up if pinching your nose wasn’t enough or you were taking too long to wake up.

When you wake up, expect to see Sukuna looking down at you with a smug face because it’s just him but please prepare yourself because you will probably be doing a few morning exercises to start the day off.

However, if you wake up before the King of Curses could wake you up, you would probably just stare at him with a smile on your face before caressing his cheek - which does surprise him and he will tell you that he doesn’t want your touch but doesn’t make the effort to move away.

If Sukuna does manage to fall asleep (which is quite shocking) he really likes it when you play with his hair - but as I mentioned before, he won’t admit it.

If you try to leave the bed without him, he will grip your arm or waist before ‘asking’ you “where do you think you are going?”

Somehow his hands are under your shirt - there is no question about it, there are going to be under your shirt somehow.

Estimated time of getting out of bed - probably when he feels like you are allowed to leave the bed...so never? Maybe a good 6 hours since he has nothing to do...not sure.

Like do I know what he does in his domain….no.

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chelleztjs18 · 3 years ago

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Lost in Assistance - Ch. 6

GIF: I do not own this GIF.

Summary: Y/n is a professional celebrity's personal assistant in Hollywood got hired with two years contract to be the assistant of the famous and talented Elizabeth Olsen / Lizzie by her manager. Both Y/n and Lizzie hate each other since day one, and they have mutual friend. One is as stubborn as the other, will Y/n stay when Lizzie gives attitudes and tries her best to make her quit before the contract ends?

Warning: fluff, angst, smut (in future chapters), swearing words ( +18 only)

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You are forced to wake up in a sudden by your alarm blaring. You squint your eyes, try to find your glasses or your phone to turn off that annoyance of the sounds of your alarm. You finally turned it off and put on your glasses then checked out the time. You forgot that you have to wake up earlier than you planned before Lizzie’s text yesterday. Once you see the time is 5 AM, you regretted that you stayed up late last night.

You groaned as you got out of the bed. Last night you decided to wake up at 5 AM just so you can give yourself enough time to get ready, let alone you have to try to beat the traffic to go to the office even though it’s Friday you just don’t want to take that risk, not today. Last but not least, you have to get the coffee that Lizzie specifically requested.

You try to get ready faster than usual. You picked semi casual attire for today with a low ponytail and flat shoes. You grabbed your purse, your laptop and every other thing you need for work today. You walk out then go to your mom’s room to check if your mom is awake.

“Ma, are you awake yet? I’m gonna go to work okay? I’ll see you when I get home. Love you.” You half whispered hoping your mom can hear you but not loud enough to wake her up just in case she is still sleeping.

“Okay, good luck on your first day my dear.” Your mom replies in a sleepy tone.

You left for work but had to drop by at Starbucks near the office to get Lizzie’s large black coffee with half and half and two pumps of hazelnut syrup so it will still be hot when she gets it. That’s how she likes it and it’s one of a few list of coffee beverages she likes besides her precious seasonal pumpkin spice latte.

You finally arrived at the office at 6 AM sharp. The main building is already open due to some offices having early operation hours. You confidently go up to the office thinking it is already open as well or at least opened for Lizzie who is meeting you there but to your surprise the door is still locked and all the lights are still off. Puzzled with what’s going on, you pull out your phone and try to contact Lizzie to figure out where she is.

You try to call her but no answer. You wait for a few minutes in front of the office, then you try to call her again, which leads to the same result, no answer. Hoping that you will get an answer if you try to reach her in a different way, you decided to text her.

"Good morning Ms. Olsen, I'm here at the office. Are you on your way here by any chance? Thanks." You texted anxiously yet irritated. Fifteen minutes went by and still no words whatsoever from her. You decided to go back to your car and wait there.

You hate waiting yet that’s the only thing you can do now. Luckily, you parked at one of the Vernon’s office reserved spots so it will be easy for you to spot Lizzie when she comes. You sighed with annoyance every time you checked your phone and found nothing from Lizzie. You watch the parking spots around you like a hawk to spot Lizzie but shortly you are betrayed by your body, your eyes slowly close and you fall asleep. All of a sudden you hear your phone ring, it’s Lizzie. You jolted to check the time to find it’s 8:05. “Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!’ You cursed in your mind and answered the call.

”Hello. Ms. Olsen. I’m coming right up.” You explain right away while you gather your stuff to get going. “Where are you?! You are late. I have been waiting here for 5 minutes.” Lizzie asked, pretending she was upset about waiting. Making you come two hours early and letting you wait was her plan. Little did you know, Lizzie actually saw you sleeping in the car when she parked. Of course she won’t let this situation go to waste so she decided to just go up to the office to make it look like you are late.

You finally showed up with one hand holding your purse and your laptop, the other handing Lizzie her coffee. “Good morning. I’m so sorry. Here’s your coffee. I got here at-..” before you could finish your explanation she cuts you off. “Um, my coffee is not hot, Y/n. Why is it cold? I like hot coffee in the morning. You need to get me a new one on the way there. We gotta go now or we are gonna be late. Thanks to you.” She gave the coffee back to you and walked away.

Your jaw dropped. You are so flabbergasted and irritated at the same time with what just happened as you saw her walk away with no remorse whatsoever.

“Aren’t you coming?” What Lizzie said snap you back to reality and you proceed to follow her to leave.

Lizzie decided to sit at the front passenger side with you driving. You drive in silence, still upset that you have to go to Starbucks to get her another hot coffee. You ordered hers and your usual coffee. You got both of your orders, you put yours in the cup holder and you hand her hers. “Ice coffee huh in the morning? Grande Espresso frappuccino, light ice double blended with extra shot in a venti cup. Just because you like cold coffee in the morning, it doesn’t mean other people like it too, you know?” She commented sarcastically. “Ms. Olsen, I got there at 6 just like you wanted me to, I tried to call and text you but no answer. That’s why your coffee got cold. It has been sitting for two hours.” You broke your silence but are still trying to keep it cool.

“Oh yeah, I slept in, didn’t hear my alarm.” Lizzie answered nonchalantly.

“Are you kidd--” You said in your mind then you took a deep breath. Hearing how she answered you, it made you connect the dots and you know what she’s up to. You know it’s normal if she really slept in but this happened on the first day you work for her, coincidence much.

“I see.” You said it sarcastically and nodded slightly. “What? What do you see?” You got her attention. “Oh nothing. You did it on purpose didn’t you? You are trying to give me a hard time working.” You calmly confront her. “I told you I slept in. It’s up to you how you gonna take my answer.” Another nonchalant answer came out from her. You chuckle sarcastically then pull over and turn your head to look at her. She looks back at you confused.

“Look, Ms. Olsen. I don’t sugar coat things so please hear me out, I know you don’t like me because I got hired as the assistant you thought you don’t need and I don’t fancy you either. What you did this morning is completely childish and to me, you really give yourself a bad name such as a brat. I’m just here doing my job. As professional as you are and as stubborn as you are, no matter what game you are playing now, I won’t quit because I’m not a quitter. So why don’t you just let me do my job until the contract ends?” You raise one of your eyebrows and give her an intimidating smile then you start to drive again to the location.

Despite the fact that Lizzie actually got caught off guard with what you just did and with everything you said, she refused to give in. In fact it just provoked her more and started to ramble angrily “I told you I slept in! Just so you know, I have my own reason why I don't need a new assistant! You know nothing about me! So don't you dare call me a brat! Don't get too cocky. I’m not a quitter either. I’ll win.” She replied and just like that, they soon got into an argument and everything turned into one competition between you two girls who have the same level of unyielding obduracy. Nonetheless, both of you are consumed by your own ego and anger.

You scoffed. "Oh come on! We both know you did it on purpose! I'm not stupid! 2 plus 2 is 4! Why don't you want a new assistant anyway? It's not that bad!" You raised your tone a little.

"Why the hell do I have to tell you my reason?! It's a personal thing! You work for me, don't you remember that?! Being childish is way better than being cocky like you. Just because you are the best assistant that Mitchel has, doesn't mean you're better than anybody else! So if you are as professional as you said you are, why don't you just zip it and drive?!"

The driving is now filled with tension and awkward silence. You decide to turn on the music just to calm you down. Clair De Lune by Motez Remix plays. The tune is actually catchy enough to Lizzie’s ears, she never heard this song before so she secretly checked the title on y/n’s car screen. “I don’t like this, I want to listen to something else.” She lied just to push y/n’s button yet again. “My car, my choice of music.” Lizzie rolled her eyes to what you said.

Luckily the traffic wasn’t that bad, you both arrived at the location on time. Lizzie gets out of the car and slams the door as she is still upset with you.

The photoshoot session starts. Both of you only talk when it’s needed. Not a single eye contact happens between the two of you. After a few hours, it’s time for lunch. Lunch is already catered, you prepared a plate for her, place it on the table. You sit with the photographer and crews on another table near hers.

She sits and about to eat but was stopped by something she noticed on her plate. Something that she hates, onions.

“Umm, Y/n, I can’t eat this.” She pushed the plate away. “ And why is that?” curious why she said that, you go to take a look at her plate and notice what’s the problem. “Sorry, I didn’t notice there’s onions there.” You added.

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t mind eating it if there’s no onion in it. Since you are my assistant, I will let you do your job just like what you asked me to do earlier.” She said it sarcastically but in a low tone and gave you a smirk, knowing she just served you back your own words from the argument earlier.

You realized what she wants you to do, it won’t look good if the photographer and the crew see you argue with you since they didn’t hear what ridiculous “assistance” Lizzie just asked you to do for her so you just do what she asked you to half heartedly.

The rest of the session continues then you both go back to the office when it’s all done. The whole ride was awkward and silent from both of you with soft music playing in the background. Tension is in the air but that doesn’t stop both of you secretly exchanging glances to each other without you both knowing.

You both arrived at the office’s parking structure just to separate to go home and move on with your day.

Ch. 7

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dialovers-translations · 3 years ago

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DIABOLIK LOVERS MORE,BLOOD Vol.10 Sakamaki Reiji [Track 5+6]

Original title: パイプオルガン & ヴァンパイアの本能

Source: Diabolik Lovers More, Blood Vol. 10: Sakamaki Reiji [CD not owned by me]

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Katsuyuki Konishi

Translator’s note: Translating this at 7 AM in the morning was INTENSE. xD The pipe organ blasting in the background is definitely...something else. It does fit the overall mood of this CD very well though. I also like how they are using Reiji’s hatred for his brother as a way to trigger him. The Mukami’s are definitely very sly in these CDs~ They know the S brothers’ weaknesses and will use those against them.

Track 1+2 ll Track 3+4 ll Track 5+6 ll Track 7+8 ll Track 9+10

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TRACK 5: PIPE ORGAN

*Rustle*

“Why do you seem so surprised? Is it that strange for me to lift you up into the air? ーー Or rather, why do you appear to be the slightest bit happy? It leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

You ask him why he is doing that.

[00:22] “I simply have no other choice. Or would you rather I abandon you here, so you can indulge in the fangs of a bunch of men swarming around you? Well, I have to admit that is a thought I could imagine has crossed your mind. At this rate, you might actually die.”

The pipe organ suddenly starts playing.

“...!? What was that sound just now? The pipe organ…?”

*Duuuuuun*

[00:56] “...!! If this is part of their prank, I have to say they have quite childish tastes. I do think they are simply wasting their time, trying to lower my guard through the use of loud noises.”

*DUUUUUUN*

“...I shall teach them that it has the complete opposite effect.”

Reiji steps forward.

“It is quite easy for me to leave this place after all. They should use their heads a little more.”

*DUUUUUUN*

[01:28] “You remain here seated for a bit, understood?”

He puts you down again.

*Rustle rustle*

*DUUUUUUN*

“...Ugh!”

Reiji attempts to open the door.

*CLATTER CLATTER*

“Haah...Just as I thought. They won’t let us leave so easily, huh?”

*DUUUUUUN*

[01:46] “Kuh…! How vexing of a sound this is...One should not attempt to play an instrument if they cannot do so properly.”

*DUUUUUUN*

“If you insist on plaguing my ears with that unsettling music any furtheー”

They begin to play a song on the pipe organ.

[02:01] “...!? T-This is…It can’t be...This music...Hah. I see how it is now.”

*CLATTER CLATTER*

“I wonder what their intention is...by agitating me to this degree!? Hah...Cut it out! STOP!!”

TRACK 6: A VAMPIRE’S INSTINCTS

“Haah, haah...Is this their objective? ...Haah?”

You ask Reiji if everything is alright.

[00:20] “You want to know if I’m okay? If you can look at me right now and think I’m ‘alright’, then ーー Kuh! Something is...seriously wrong with you.”

*Rustle*

“Haah...You should hurry and keep your distance. ...Quickly!!”

You refuse, still worried about Reiji.

[00:41] “Haah, haah...Why…do I seem to be in so much pain, you ask…? Do you not know even that…? Someone sucked your blood, remember? We found marks on your body, did we not? As a result, the scent of your blood is even more fragrant than usual.”

*Rustle*

[01:11] “I get it now...The person who locked us up in here...Is trying to get me to assault you. Therefore, in hopes that I would suck your blood and forcefully leave behind my mark, they opted to imprison us inside the Church - a place I happen to hate very much.”

*Rustle*

[01:41] “Ugh...And thenーー There’s this music as well. This song prevents me from acting like my usual self. ...Yes, exactly. It’s a personal favorite of that good-for-nothing...so I have heard it over and over again ever since we were children. Every time I hear this tune, I can feel myself growing irritated. Angry, one might even say. Tskーー Why did that man develop an interest in human entertainment...and why was it allowed!? I cannot comprehend…!”

*THUD*

[02:31] “Haah, haah...You want me to calm down? What do you even know…!?”

You try to explain.

��...Hah? Listening to music is similar to consuming food (1), you say…? ...Hah. I see. How pretentious. It seems like you very much wish to ridicule me.”

*Smack*

[03:06] “...It hurts, you say? I would assume so. I whipped your hand so you would feel pain after all. I wish you would not look at me as if you know me!”

*Smack smack*

You flinch.

“I never wanted you to try and sympathize with me. I simply find it very unsettling how you would pity me like that. I am already irritated as is, but it seems like you want to fuel my anger even further.”

*Rustle rustle*

[03:43] “You poor little thing...Fufu. The palm of your hand has started bleeding ever so slightly. By enticing me, just what did you hope I would do to you?”

He laps up the blood.

[04:06] “Haah...I’m sure my other brothers would indulge in your blood to their heart’s content at this very moment. However, Iーー will not do that. Although I am sure you very much wish I would.”

*Rustle*

“You lose your mind if I do not suck your blood after all. That is the type of person you are. Haah...However, look at what just a small sip of your blood has done to me…?”

*Rustle*

[04:54] “Haah...Kuh...Ugh...I figured a small amount would still be okay, but still...Kuh...Che...I really wish this vexing song would stop playing already! It is highly unsettling and upsetting. On top of that, this time...Haah...This thirst is added to it as well...Haah...While you could say I brought it upon myself, having to deal with the thirst under these circumstances is quite the challenge.”

Reiji pins you down.

*Rustle rustle*

*Thud*

[05:46] “Haah...Your body is aching, is it not…?”

*Rustle*

“Your skin has become flushed, no? I feel somewhat suffocated as well…”

He loosens his tie.

*Rustle rustle*

“My apologies. I took the liberty of loosening my necktie. I’m struggling to breathe...Almost as if I find myself in a tropical forest.”

*Rustle*

[06:26] “Ah...That kind of feeling as if someone is slowly driving you into a corner...Haahー...The reason why I have you pinned down underneath me here, is all because of your blood. My body ー or in other words ー my instincts have been yelling at me this whole time, telling me so suck your blood. Exactly. It is very noisy, truly. Very much so...I feel as if I might lose my mind. When will it end? ーー This requiem!”

*Rustle*

[07:27] “Ah...I can’t…! It is as if a swarm of bugs are crawling around inside my head!”

*Rustle rustle*

“Ugh...Aah…”

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) I think the MC is speaking from the point of view of a Vampire here. Vampires need neither music or (human) food in their lives, yet they may choose to indulge in it as a way of entertainment or to seek pleasure.

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stylesann · 3 years ago

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Rebuilding

Steve Rogers x fem!reader

Summary: Steve decides to go back to the 40’s and you hurt.

Warnings: idk? Angst but happy ending

A/N: I have no idea what this is but aaa I feel like it’s bad lol, I just always get in a very angsty and dramatic mood every time that I read a story about Steve leaving so I wanted to do my own twist? Idk, and it’s been yeaaaars since I don’t write anything and also I’m not a native English speaker so I apologise any mistakes. Comments are always welcome 💕 -> written in around 15/04/2021; ->posted 28/05/2021

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You stare at the ocean and release all the air you were holding on your lungs. You still felt your body heavy but at least your tears had stoped. You’re fighting hard to keep your thoughts out of your head, to keep your mind calm like the scenario in front of you, an empty beach with the ocean waves rhythmically hitting the shore. The sky had a lot of clouds and it would probably rain soon, but you didn’t mind, it matched you mood.

You could say you were surprised but all you felt was disappointment, sadness and if you were being honest, you felt anger and jealousy. What Peggy had that you didn’t? I mean, you didn’t know the answer and you were sure if you had asked Steve he wouldn’t be able to give you one cause he had spent such a short amount of time with her that he couldn’t be able to actually know all of her. All her flaws, all the quirks. In the past you had thought he didn’t even loved her anymore and was just in love with an image, an illusion he had from his past. But for him to had left you for her you weren’t even sure of that anymore.

You also felt used, replaceable, like you were just kept there cause he couldn’t do better, cause he couldn’t be with her. And now that he could he just tossed you away. You knew Steve wasn’t that kind of guy, but thats how you felt. And no one could tell you how you should feel or deal with it.

So that’s what lead you here. It had all happened hours ago. You saw his old self in that bench and you just felt numb. Bucky tried to hold you, he said that Steve wanted to talk to you but you just left. You had that right didn’t you? You didn’t care about what he had to say, it was all bullshit. You didn’t care about his guilt, or how sorry he was. You didn’t even care to go back to the apartment you shared with him, because you knew if you had gone there you would be stared by a hundred pictures you had with him.

You just wanted to get away. So here you came. You look down to the wedding band on you finger and the engagement ring. You wore both together but it didn’t make sense to have them anymore. You didn’t want any memories from Steve on you so you take them out and feel their light weight on you palm. You knew this was it, it was your way of closure, of ending that part of you life. You take a deep breath and throw them at the sea. There’s no way of seeing them drown but just the thought that you didn’t have them anymore made you lighter.

You turn around, ready to go back to the car that brought you here but you see a familiar figure blocking the way. Bucky.

“How are you feeling, doll?” he says approaching you. You didn’t know how long he was standing there or what he had seen. You wonder if he could see how empty and drained you really were.

“In the moment I’m not feeling anything. I think I’m still mostly numb. But that’s probably for the best, right?” You try to give him a light answer knowing that he lost his best friend too. How could Steve have left him after fighting so long to have him back was beyond you. “Did you know? Did you know what he was gonna do?”

“I did” that was all it took for the tears to start falling from your eyes. Why had Steve told him and not you? You were his wife for gods sake didn’t you deserve at least this? Bucky reaches for you but you push him away.

“Why didn’t h-he tell me? Why did he d-do this?” you hiccup between the words, the tears falling harder than before.

“I think he just didn’t have the guts to. You know he loves you, Y/N-“

“Screw him! If he did, he wouldn’t have done this!” All the feelings you were trying to push down seem to come to surface and tighten their grip on your chest. “I can’t understand why you aren’t angry? Why aren’t you feeling betrayed?”

“He didn’t leave me alone Y/N, he asked us to take care of each other” he has a pleading look on his face while he says that, and you see that the difference between you and him is that he had some time to come to terms with his friends decision, he’s sad but keeping it to himself. He’s trying to be strong for everyone one else who didn’t know, for you mostly.

“I don’t care about what he asked. I’m not staying and I’m not doing what he would want me too. I’m always gonna be there for you Buck, not because he’s wants that but because I care about you. Whatever you need you can call, even if it’s just for a chat, but I’m not staying, i can’t. I am getting into that car and I’m gonna drive away as much as i can, and I’m only stopping when I feel like I’ve put miles between me and this” you say more calm than you were minutes before. You had a plan, it may not be the best one but that’s what you had for now. You didn’t want to be in the same place you lived with Steve, you didn’t want to see the same scenarios you saw with him, you wanted nothing from him. Maybe it was bitter of you, or maybe you didn’t have the best coping mechanism but you needed the distance.

Bucky’s expression seemed to sadden a bit but he understood, he knew this wasn’t easy for you. “I don’t want to change your mind about leaving, so I say the same, if you need anything you call Y/N, got it?” He says as he hugs you firmly.

“Got it” you say in whisper against his shoulder, his arms still around you delaying the last moments he’s gonna have with another friend. You hate to be doing this, he didn’t deserve it you knew it, but you also knew that he wouldn’t be willing to accompany you on your trip, and it was something that you needed to do alone. You were alone.

“You know he wouldn’t have done this if he didn’t know you you be able to rebuild your life, right? You’re a strong person” He uses the same tone of voice you had, he probably just didn’t want to trigger you into making your feelings rise again.

“Everyone has the ability to rebuild themselves, Buck. The fact that I’m strong shouldn’t make what he did alright. And I don’t feel much strong now... I just feel like I’m a shell. And even if I do find someone else, how am I going to let them in? How am I supposed to trust anyone with my heart, when the guy I gave all my heart before completely destroyed me?” A single tear fall from your eye, but you hold the rest back. “I’m going to be fine but I don’t even know what that mean anymore.” He just nods to this, and I know there’s nothing left to be said so I head to the car and take a deep breath holding the wheel. This is it.

I look at Bucky while I drive away, he’s still standing where I left him and I hope with everything on me that he will be fine too. Whatever that means.

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The sun is harsh on your eyes slipping through the curtains open frames. You turn your head to the other side and you feel a heavy weight on your waist stopping you from moving further than that. You slowly open your eyes to see Franks figure with his arm on you and his head drowned on the pillow.

You turn again to look at the clock to see it marking 8:47 am. Mary would be up soon, so you slip from Frank taking extra care not to wake him up and head to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast.

“Y/N! Y/N! Can we have pancakes today?!” Mary breaks into the small kitchen excitedly jumping around. Today you and Frank would be taking her to her new math club and she couldn’t be more anxious about it.

“What is going on here” Franks rough morning voice appears on the room. He’s rubbing his eyes and seems to be sleeping still.

“We are making Mary her favourite pancakes for breakfast” you answer them as you get the ingredients on the counter. Mary hugs you and sits straight on the table waiting for you to prepare them.

It had been 6 years since the day you left New York and ended up traveling for a long time through the country only to end up here. Florida. It was hot all the time, you always felt warm but it was distant enough from your past and you felt better about it. You decided that you wanted to rent a small place near the beach and so you found a woman named Roberta, that rented a few houses that fulfilled your wish. You didn’t think twice before accepting her deal.

You weren’t carrying anything on you except for the few clothes that you had bought on your journey so the move was quite simple. And you weren’t expecting to fit in so well here but the fact that as soon as you were settled a little girl, who was maybe 7 at the time, had come to you with a lot of questions that honestly you couldn’t answer warmed you up to the place real fast.

The fact that Mary had managed to always meet up with you but you still had to meet Frank was beyond you. She talked a lot about him “Frank did this today”, “oh did you know Frank let me adopt another cat”, “the first cat Frank got us was Fred, he has only one eye”, and so on. You knew more about him that you probably would by talking to him in person, according to Mary herself. She said he was very closed but had a great heart, she even told you the story about him fighting in justice for her guard. It only made you think he was a great guy who would do anything to protect his niece, and you were sincerely excited to meet him, give the person a face.

However, as it appears that his schedule was always all over the place and you always waking around town and spending many hours on the beach didn’t help with your meeting. You didn’t understand at first too how Mary always found you around, but she explained that whenever she wasn’t studying and Frank was going out with his girlfriend Boni, she stayed with her friend Roberta, who quickly became a good acquaintance of yours.

Either way, Mary had been talking to you for weeks when you finally met Frank. You couldn’t believe your eyes and genuinely thought you were delusional. He looked just like Steve, but the moment he started speaking you could see the differences between the two and the helped you find your foot again.

In the beginning you were hesitant about spending time with Mary and Frank, who surprised Mary with the news that he had gotten a more stable job. According to him, he still fixed boats but for a company that payed well. You were happy for him but the memories his face brought still made you want distance.

During the four years you traveled around you had let him go, all of him. You had been trough all the grief stages and learnt how to do well with your own company, you didn’t need anyone else. But looking at his face had the effect of hitting you with a sad resigned feeling and you didn’t like it. But Mary always spoke so highly of her uncle that you knew keeping your distance from both because of memories wasn’t fair.

Frank, of course notice that you never iniciantes any conversation with him and he wondered if Mary had introduced the same woman she said was talkative and affectionated. He asked you about it and it wasn’t until you answered with sincerity that he understood. Since then he was more careful in your presence which you appreciated.

With time though, you warmed up to him, he was a good guy you never doubted that. You became close friends and when him and Boni broke up you helped him. It was a mutual break up but it’s never easy.

You friendship was going great until you notice him treating you differently than he would before and you realised he was slowly catching feelings for you. Obviously being romantically involved with him was the last thing you wanted but you couldn’t bring yourself to change the way things were going between you two and that’s what led you to this moment.

In a car, dropping Mary off to her math club, with Frank by your side and the promise that it would be okay. It had to. You took so long to let him in that now you didn’t want to let go, and you doubt Frank wanted anything but stay. Bucky said the same when he came to visit you and Frank. You look at him and you see him smile at you.

“You think he’s gonna be a mini genius?” He asks looking at the small bump on your belly.

“If he gets MY genes, obviously” I sass laughing.

“Ha, you know the genius genes it’s on my side of the family Mrs. Adler” he chuckles.

“On your dreams” you smile. It you be okay.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers #frank adler #frank adler x reader

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monsoonblooms12 · 3 years ago

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The Poo Life, Chapter 3: A Journey

Summary: A look at Poo'a journey, as she navigates through the sweet, spice, salt and bitter of life. Told in the form of Pictagram posts and text edits.

In this chapter: Pooja gets to Boston, only to be faced with an uncanny situation. With the support from family, she navigates through her first week at a new city, a best friend breakup while also going on a little tour around the city that would become her lifetime.

A/N: This is huge (according to me, at least) and emotional. And I went overboard with these edits. Also, incase you notice any typos or errors in usernames, please ignore as my editor need me to make stuff again from scratch incase of a mistake.

Warnings: Couple swear words

Category: A mix of fluff and angst

Find the previous part here

September 25th, 10:55 am, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 25th, 1:50 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 25th, 2:15pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 25th, 2:37 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 25th, 2:39 pm, Idhayan and Pooja’s phone call

Idhayan: The phone’s on speaker, so now tell us, calmly, what’s wrong?

Pooja: The room, the room I rented, here, in Boston, it is... (long silence)

Alekhya: It is what?

Pooja: It is a room under a very busy staircase

Idhayan: (Barely containing a laugh) Really?

Pooja: This is why you wanted to talk to me? To laugh at my situation?

Idhayan: Okay, sorry.

Alekhya: What are you going to do?

Pooja: I don’t know, I am-I am freaking out. What am I gonna do? (almost crying)

Alekhya: Pooja, please. This isn’t the time to get emotional. You need to calm down and think practically.

Idhayan: And the most practical thing to do right now is talk to the person who rented the room to you. You can do that, can’t you?

Pooja: I can, I can.

Alekhya: Good, now get to work and let us know whatever she says. We are cutting the call, alright?

Pooja: Alright.

September 25th, 2:52 pm, FB Messenger chat with Vivian.M

September 25th, 2:54 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 25th, 4:50 pm, Reminder set in Pooja’s phone

September 25th, 8:29 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 27th, 11:18 am, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 28th, 3:12 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 5:07 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 27th, 6:12 pm, Hiteshi’s text to Pooja

September 28th, 8:45 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 27th, 10:25 pm, Pooja’s Diary

September 28th, 09:57 am, Boston Bucket List

September 28th, 5:08 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 5:48 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 28th, 6:49 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 7:23 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 28th, 8:56 pm, Alekhya’s Text to Pooja

September 28th, 9:34 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 28th, 9:45 pm, Pooja’s playlist named ‘Chill Lofi’

September 28th, 10:12 pm, Boston Bucket List

September 29th, 12:33 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 29th, 05:48 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 29th, 07:22 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 30th, 11:06 am, Pooja’s Diary

September 30th, 03:45 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 30th, 05:15 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

September 30th, 05:56 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

September 30th, 08:09 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

September 30th, 08:39 pm, Boston Bucket List

October 1st, 8:05 am, Pooja’s Camera Roll

October 1st, 5:08 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 1st, 6:17 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 1st, 6:25 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

October 1st, 6:37 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 1st, 8:29 pm, Boston Bucket List

October 1st, 9:32 pm, Pooja’s Notifications

October 2nd, 8:27 pm, Pooja’s Picta Story

October 2nd, 9:06 pm, Hiteshi’s Text to Pooja

October 2nd, 9:49 pm, Profile Picture and Contact Name change

Before:

After:

October 2nd, 10:15 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

October 2nd, 10:25 pm, FaceTime with Alekhya

Alekhya: Talk, cry, vent, do whatever. I am here for you

Pooja: I just want to cry...

Alekhya: Then cry

(Pooja cries, sometimes vigourously, sometimes in silent sobs, a long time passes)

Pooja: T-hank you-u, Kira

Alekhya: Screw formality, Aifa. I am your sister, I am not here because I need a thank you.

(after a short pause) I am here because I love you, and I will be here as long as you want.

Pooja: P-Please stay for sometime, I feel very lonely.

Alekhya: I will.

(long moments pass as silent sobs still escape Pooja time and again)

Pooja: (Calming down a bit) I think I will be okay

Alekhya: Are you sure? I can stay here if you-

Pooja: No, I will be okay.

Alekhya: I like that spirit. Take care, ‘kay?

Pooja: (nodding) Bye

(call ends)

October 2nd, 11:43 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 3rd, 2:13 pm, Pooja’s Picta Post

October 3rd, 10:18 pm, Lockscreen changed

October 4th, 1:46 pm, Chaotic Mess x3 Group Chat

October 4th, 2:06 pm, Phone Call with Pooja’s Dad

Pooja’s Dad: How is everthing there? Alekhya and Idhayan told me about the troubles with the room. Are you settled now? Did you change rooms?

Pooja: I am thinking to. I am searching for a better one, I guess I will figure it out once work begins. How is Bhopal?

Pooja’s Dad: Same, but a bit empty now that you are not here. It feels odd not seeing you around.

Pooja: Same here. I always feel like I will hear Lekh or Idh fighting or your Ghazals playing, but then I get reminded by all the hustle that this isn’t Bhopal.

Pooja’s Dad: Are you nervous? For tomorrow?

Pooja: You know me, Papa. I always get nervous.

Pooja’s Dad: You shouldn’t be. You have reached where you are after a long struggle, and it wass purely through hardwork.

(after a short pause) Your mom would have been so proud of you.

Pooja: She would have?

Pooja’s Dad: Without a doubt.

Pooja: And what about you?

Pooja’s Dad: I am, I have always been.

Pooja: I am glad, because I finally feel like I have achieved something.

Pooja’s Dad: You’ve fulfilled a dream you have been seeing since you were a kid. You have achieved many things.

Pooja: Thank you, Papa

October 4th, 2:49 pm, Pictagram Text by Ayaan to Pooja

October 4th, 3:23 pm, Hiteshi’s Text to Pooja

October 4th, 8:15 pm, Letter written by Pooja

The letter:

Mumma,

I don't know if you can see me right now, sitting in here, writing this. I don't even know where you are, if you are well. It is sort of ironic, isn't it? Science rationalizes and yet here I am, thinking about afterlife, an irrationality in the world of rational Homo sapiens.

Remember when I told you I will soar in the skies and go to a distant land where I know no one, and make a home there? Look at me making terrible attempts of keeping my word. I have been holding my pieces together with a weak glue since you left, and I hope that glue doesn't give up on me, in this foreign land of unknown faces.

You always told me that I have a nature that believes in avoiding conflict. In case of quarrels it is always me apologizing even if it wasn't my fault. You said that I keep getting hurt and yet keep smiling. Well, now I realize how true you were. Breaking a friendship of seven years, feels like trying to take a piece of your heart and discard it away. And I don't think I will be able to do that. Everytime I will talk to Hiteshi, will remind me of our friendship.... and her words. The sweetness and the pain. I guess I will have to get used to it, living in the middle of these two worlds.

Tomorrow, I start at Edenbrook. I know you always said my career was mine, and my work wasn't to make anyone else proud but myself. But it has always been a wish that I would do something that would make you and dad proud. And I wish that I have been able to do that.

I need your blessings, for the next step. For tomorrow and for the three years that are to come, and for all the time later. And I love to believe that they are here now, with me, and you are smiling as you watch upon me from your place in the stars.

I tell this to you everyday, but I miss you. I have missed you for everyday since that day and I will miss you for all the days to come. I wish so bad that you were here to see me go to Edenbrook on my first day, just like you did on the first day of my school.

I love you, forever and always. I love you so much, Mumma.

Your little Aifa

October 4th, 9:04 pm, Pooja’s Diary

October 4th, 9:35 pm, Username Change on Pictagram

Before:

After:

October 4th, 11:12 pm, Alarms set by Pooja

PS: If you are reading this, I am very grateful for you. Thank you so much for all your time and I hope you have a great day 💕

*Tagging Separately and adding resources in a reblog (because I feel this post will ecplode if I add anymore data, lol)

#open heart #open heart mc #pixelberry #choices #choices oh #choices open heart #oph mc #choices oph #oph choices #the poo life #The Sharma siblings #pooja sharma #my edits📸#oh #pictagram #playchoices #open heart book 1 #alekhya sharma #idhayan sharma

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farfromsugafanfic · 4 years ago

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Sutures - Chapter Three: Anosognosia

Genre: Soulmates AU, Idiots to Lovers, slight Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Yoongi/Named Reader

Warnings (chapter specific): drinking, drunkenness, light smut, sex dream, implications of oral sex, obsessive behavior from an ex, unhealthy relationship dynamic (not on part of Yoongi & OC)

Synopsis: “A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.” –Jean de la Fontaine

There was only one thing you and Min Yoongi had in common that night. You were both brokenhearted. You only intended to be together for one night, but when you both end up in the hospital the next day you discover that you are soulmates. It could kill you to be apart. As you and Yoongi attempt to sever the bond between you, will another be formed?

Notes: This was originally written and completed on Wattpad between 2018 and the beginning of 2020. I’ll be slowly posting the chapters here. I may make a tag list depending on if enough people want to follow along with updates. Leave me some feedback if you would like added to a tag list.

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Yoongi saw the look in your eyes shift from soft curiosity to sheer panic. He felt the pit of his stomach fill with guilt. He shouldn't have slept with you; sure, the two of you would still have this problem, but no one would've had reason to find your shoes. You wouldn't have had reason to leave them behind.

He'd felt betrayed, he'd felt lonely, he'd felt unloved by those he wanted to love him most. But, that was no excuse to sleep with the first attractive girl he found.

"Have you told Bang PD yet?" Namjoon asked, his demeanor calm, but Yoongi could see the slight shock cross over his features, causing his thick lips to pout and his chin to jut out.

Yoongi shook his head.

"I'll call him," Namjoon said. The leader placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. He blocked Yoongi's view of you. He worried in those few seconds you were blocked from his view that you would collapse into Namjoon's chest and cry the tears meant for him. The tears because of him.

Namjoon left the room, leaving Yoongi alone with you. He tried his best not to focus on the way your tank top hugged your chest and exposed the hickeys he'd left the night before and that Namjoon probably noticed it too.

"You look tired," Yoongi said. "We can't do anything until tomorrow anyway. Try and get some sleep."

You nodded and Yoongi wasn't sure if you were just trying to reassure him or yourself. He remembered the way you'd fallen asleep long before he did. The way you'd fit against his body; how it felt like two puzzle pieces joining together for the first time. He blinked away the thoughts and tried to focus back down on your eyes.

"We'll pay them off," Yoongi said. "We'll make sure nothing comes of this."

---

Jihee (9:00 am): Are you all right?

Jihee (9:05 am): I heard you're in the hospital

Jihee (10:01 am): None of your members are texting me back

Jihee (12:31 pm): Baby, the news is reporting something about your soulmate? What happened last night?

Jihee (2:43 pm): Yoongi! Please respond to me! I'm worried

Jihee (5:12 pm): Yoongi...what I did last night...what happened was all a mistake...

Jihee (5:12 pm): I still love you

Jihee (6:00 pm): The news said you were released hours ago! Respond to me!

Jihee (8:20 pm): Yoongi, I miss you

Jihee (9:30 pm): I know I don't deserve you. But, please just tell me you're okay

Jihee (11:50 pm): Goodnight. Love you.

---

"Baby," you moaned. Your hands slipping beneath Yoongi's shirt. They were cold, but he still loved the way they moved over his stomach and chest. Your fingertips grazing over his skin, a fingernail occasionally catching and causing him to squirm.

His hands were in your hair, messing it up and causing it to form mountain ranges as his fingers hiked the peaks and valleys. He loved the way it felt between his fingers, soft and light.

Your lips moved from his and down to his neck where your lipstick stained his skin. He kept his grip on your hair, feeling it tug slightly as you move downward. He helped you slip his shirt off as your lips connected with his chest.

"You don't have--"

You silenced him by tugging on the waistband of his jeans and rubbing your thumb over the button, teasing him slightly.

"I want to," you responded, unbuttoning his jeans.

Yoongi tightened his grip on your hair, trying not to focus on the way your lipstick was smeared above your lips. He could already imagine the way they'd look...

His head lulled back and his fingers loosened.

---

Yoongi awoke. He was covered in sweat and ran his hand through his hair. He glanced down at his phone: 6:41 am. He sighed and headed to the bathroom.

He slapped himself softly, trying to stop the thoughts that continued to cross his mind. He didn't have feelings for you, it was simply lingering from he slept with you. Nothing else.

He wasn't going to deny he was attracted to you, he wouldn't have gone back to your apartment otherwise, but he felt nothing romantically for you. Yoongi knew the attraction would continue and probably only get worse, but he had to fight it. The last thing he wanted to do was break either of hearts more than they already were.

Yoongi turned on the shower, the water colder than usual.

---

You stood in Yoongi's studio where he kept his computer. You'd suppressed your laughter at the ridiculous amount of hoops you'd had to jump through in order to enter. A doorbell, black curtain, and two doors. You respected the fact he took his work seriously though. The wall full of awards and trophies he'd won, a few even separate from BTS.

There was a couch in the corner, but you were too anxious to sit. You just wanted your shoes back and whoever took them to get their money and leave you alone. You were thankful your name hadn't been released and the only other person who knew the full truth was Eunji.

"There's many of us trying," Yoongi said. "Me, Namjoon, our managers, other people at the company. One of us will get them."

You nodded and watched as the countdown on the auction neared two minutes to the end. There weren't many bids, but the shoes were somehow already over 300,000 won ($276 USD). You'd brought your knitting needles and some yarn and mindlessly knitted.

"What are you making?" Yoongi asked, a small smile breaking out across his lips. It was tiny and barely recognizable. You weren't sure if he pitied you or if simply trying to break the tension.

"Nothing in particular," you said. "I just need something to keep me busy."

Normally, when you went in without a plan, it turned out as a scarf. You bit you lip as the timer hit a minute.

Yoongi saw your gaze shift to his screen and he readied to enter his bid as close to the end as he could. He entered one million won ($920.00 USD) and hovered his finger over the enter button.

"That's too much!" you said.

"No one will outbid it."

"I know," you said. "But I feel bad. I shouldn't have forgotten them in the first place."

The timer hit twenty seconds. Ten seconds. Yoongi waited just a few more seconds wanting to time it just right.

You heard a scream and a crash and almost simultaneously an error message appeared on Yoongi's computer. Please connect to Wi-Fi.

"Shit," Yoongi said. "Jimin!"

You followed Yoongi to the living room, leaving the partially started scarf behind. You saw Jimin and Jungkook crowded around the router working to connect the cord back into it.

"Did you trip over it again?" Yoongi asked, his voice breathy and exasperated.

"Sorry," he said. "I'm not used to it."

Yoongi sighed and turned back to you. His dark eyes looked down at you apologetically and he sat down on the couch, pulling out his phone.

"I'll try and see if I can see who won."

---

"It looks like they're going to have to come out and fix it," Namjoon said, hanging up the phone. "We won't have internet until then."

The members groaned.

Jungkook walked into the kitchen and brought back a case of beer, a smirk plastered on his face.

"Let's play a game," he said. "To welcome Sumi to the dorm."

"What game?" Namjoon asked.

"Answer or drink," he said. "On your turn, someone asks you a question and if you don't want to answer it, you have to drink."

Everyone agreed and sat in a circle. Yoongi sat on one side of you and Hoseok on the other side. Your knee brushed Yoongi's and you felt a small pang in your chest as you pulled away.

"All right, we'll go in order of age. Jin, you're up first."

You didn't really pay attention to the questions. You'd fall somewhere towards the end. Between Jungkook and Taehyung.

Jin answered the question. He didn't seem like the type to be embarrassed easily, a quality you admired in the eldest.

---

"Yoongi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

The room stayed silent. No one had a question for the boy and he couldn't help but smirk slightly. However, Taehyung meekly raised his hand.

"What happened with Jihee?"

Yoongi cussed to himself. He knew she had been texting the other members about him. The other members would always consult him first before telling her anything when it was obvious he wasn't talking to her.

"She cheated," Yoongi answered simply.

The other boys' eyes widened and they nodded. However, it wasn't their gazes Yoongi felt boring into him. It was yours. He could feel your eyes staring at his profile.

Yoongi had been careful the night he met you. He managed not even to tell you his name. He'd only mentioned he'd recently gotten out of a relationship. He figured you didn't need to hear his sob story. Besides, he planned on keeping Jihee's betrayal a secret. Just as she wanted. The only people he could trust with the truth were his members.

But, you deserved to know the truth. It was unfair to keep you completely at a distance, especially when he'd overheard everything about your ex.

Yoongi noticed you drinking, you'd already cracked open another can by the time it got Namjoon. He felt a twinge in his chest. Yoongi quickly suppressed it, your drinking habits were none of his business. And based on the way Eunji talked the night at the bar, it didn't sound like you drank much. Only when your heart was broken.

"Sumi," Jungkook said. "Your turn."

Again, the room fell silent. No one knew Sumi well enough to ask her such a personal question. But, then again, everyone was tipsy, or in a few cases, already drunk.

"How's Yoongi in bed?"

Everyone except for Yoongi and you laughed.

"Seriously?" Yoongi asked.

He knew it was the alcohol that asked the question, but it was still inappropriate. He didn't want you to have to drink. Your eyes were glazed and your cheeks rosy.

Yoongi reached over and drank for you, crumpling the can when he finished.

"Move on," he said. "It should be your turn, right, Jungkook?"

"Wait," you said. "I didn't answer."

Everyone turned to look at you. It was obvious you were too drunk to notice that Yoongi had technically already drank for you.

"He's good," you answered. "Better than my ex and I hate that cause..."

You drifted off not noticing the seven stunned faces staring at you.Your words slurred, but they hung in the room. Your eyelids drooped and your head lulled forward into your chest.

"I think it's time for bed," Namjoon said, standing up and helping you stand. He threw an arm around you and led you down the hall towards your bedroom.

Despite the fact that the situation was perfectly appropriate, Yoongi still felt a small pang of jealousy. He knew he shouldn't and that it was all the soulmates thing, but that didn't stop his fists from clenching.

"She probably won't remember this in the morning," Yoongi said. "Don't remind her."

Yoongi swallowed the rest of his drink and left the room on the pretenses of being sleepy--which he was--but he also didn't want anyone to see the blush come to his cheeks.

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You awoke the next morning with the worst headache you'd ever had. You clutched your forehead and glanced at the time: 10:30 am. You sighed.

You spotted your knitting things from yesterday placed on top of the dresser. You didn't remember fetching them from Yoongi's studio, but then again, you barely remembered anything after Jimin knocked the Wi-fi out.

"All I drank was beer," you muttered to yourself.

You weren't known for being a lightweight causing you to wonder just how much you'd drank the night before.

As you squirmed you felt something soft move in the crook of your arm. You looked down and saw Kitty. You smiled at the stuffed cat and her droopy eye.

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insaneasgardian · 3 years ago

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I posted 2,763 times in 2021

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2233 posts reblogged (81%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 4.2 posts.

I added 825 tags in 2021

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My Top Posts in 2021

Just thinking about how Bucky never told his therapist about his nightmares but instantly told Sam when he asked about them in this episode. Love it.

435 notes • Posted 2021-04-16 18:14:50 GMT

Stalker Issues

Y/N: Will you help me file a restraining order against a stalker?

Natasha: Of course! Who's been stalking you?

Y/N: I don't know... I just know they're there.

Natasha: That's fine, how long has this been going on?

Y/N: 4 months now I believe.

Loki: No, love it's been 5 months, 1 week, 2 days, and 6 hours.

491 notes • Posted 2021-03-06 11:26:43 GMT

Avengers as random stuff my teachers have said before

Tony: I used to be the best at everything when I was still at school. Except for sleep of course!

Steve: Back in my day, we didn't have all these fancy schmancy little gizmos. No sir, no iphones, no ipads, if we wanted to communicate, we'd send letters!

Thor: Does anyone have a hammer? I need to bonk Stefano on the head with it. Natasha: Now guys, spiders aren't so bad! They eat pests like rude, stupid little annoying children for instance. Clint: I wish they'd permit us to teach archery at this school, but "noooo, too dangerous, you'll put an arrow through someone's head". Bruce: Art is actually very nice. It calms the soul down in a way science can't. I think I'll just steal Mr Keay's job and be the new art teacher, eh? Loki: There's nothing wrong with stealing, as long as you don’t get caught. Admit it, you’ve all pinched a pencil or two when you thought nobody was looking.

Bucky: Oh how it must feel being you, with regular arms.

Sam: Humans may be at the top of the food chain, but in my opinion, falcons, eagles, vultures and such are the best predators, so skilled, and when they hunt their prey they swoop down... so majestic.

Peter: You can do amazing things with chemistry. Just have a look at this super sticky silly string I made yesterday as an example! You too, can one day be like me.

T’Challa: I’m worried that I’m turning into a cat, I was just talking to my sister at break time and she said that I sounded like I have one of those hairballs that felines cough up in my mouth.

Stephen: I was supposed to be a magician you know? The best one ever, but my parents said “Do something science related”. My life sucks now.

Pietro: At your age I could run the circumference of the whole city without taking even a breath of air, meanwhile you kids start panting after a single lap of the school.

Wanda: I’ve always wanted red contact lenses, you know the halloween ones people use to be a vampire? Yeah, I want to just go around wearing those and watch people back away in fear.

Vision: I am not good with human children so I will just go ahead and give you a pat on the head... *pats head* I can’t really feel your hair but I can tell it feels very soft.

538 notes • Posted 2021-02-17 08:54:27 GMT

LOKI IS BI EVERYBODY

2101 notes • Posted 2021-06-24 05:40:12 GMT

Loki isnt bisexual! why do you all hate straight people, we've done nothing to you

What part of 'a bit of both' sounds straight to you? Loki just admitted to having engaged in relationships with men, women and perhaps those in between.

We don't hate straight people. The only straight people we hate are the ones like you.

12060 notes • Posted 2021-06-24 06:08:40 GMT

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theorist-influencer-untitled · 10 months ago

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1.26.24 Friday

6:26 am

My left Snoopy Earring is gone from my left ear... Probably in Conduent bathroom 8th floor... Hoping someone will return it...It is 18k gold.

So,sad angels...

6:29 am

I feel bullshit my left Snoopy earring is gone...I miss having lots of earrings or jewels...

Anyways, I feel strange on my classmates and on the TL's but I want us to practice professionalism... It seems the spirit of Coach John is there and I don't like him...

6:51 am

Something is weird as well on Chloe I don't know if she is one of the Team Leader's...

Hoping Krizzy is nice our TL...

I need to keep a job and I need money... Here in the bus going home, still Peaches/ Peachy/ Peach :(

youtube

8:58 am

Don't hate me coz I'm beautiful and kind-hearted... FOR MY BASHERS IN CONDUENT! Most specially for Mikee and Chloe.

9:09 am

I need to save money... I'm out of money in a lil while... I NEED TO KEEP THIS JOB.

9:35 am

I want a privacy in life... I want to meet people with etiquette... It is ohkay to ask if it's a genuine care.

10:04 am

It is still weird for me that trending act of people in call center that they need to keep on eating every break time....Weird for me...

2:05 pm

Yey! I saw the other Snoopy pair earring angels, it suddenly fell down from my jacket. Yey! This is really 18k gold...

2:09 pm

I hope good angels will extend my life and the life of good people on me...

2:11 pm

Will explain something here about people in call center... They always eat and order food angels which is weird for me. Then,I feel conscious coz it is their main "trending act".

I told Yam ( Mhay-An Ranches ) the new sis but yesterday while teaching me on the situational scene on one of my clients, I told her I'm on a diet. I'm not plastics that I said even to Prixel that why you guys are making bad facial expression on me or you make face! But I said it in a nice way... I told Prixel,you know what supposed to be I'm already a manager in Cebu Pacific Air I also handled computer system stuff or we had a system tool as well but I was never a bad or bully old employee on the new hires... As well as some old good workmates there that were there earlier than me... My point we are just a month in Conduent angels... So, I knew we had the trainings in the classroom with Sho but some situational we didn't tackle coz we will only learn that by actual... I'm pointing out that in Cebu Pacific Air we didn't had a classroom lecture on Sita Gabriel that became a Skyport we learned everything on an actual. I never had a bad experienced on any of my x-workmates that became my friends or people who are there earlier than me... In Call Center people are weird, they are bashers and competitive in a bad way.

Then, I think I did calm the situation coz I said my heart contents on Yam ( from General Trias, Cavite as well ) and Prixel ( from Pasay).

What else? My TL is Krizzy, now I like her coz we are both a fanatic of "cuteness and cute stuff". She got a one daughter and one son and Krizzy is half-american but she told us married to an askal then separated now. MATURED PEOPLE LOVE CUTENESS AND CUTE STUFF...

UNCLE DD is as well plastics on me.... That's the negative of being an undergraduate. Even Uncle Jun... They have different character... In the family on the side of my biological mother the only college graduates are my brother next to me, Me and my Aunt Teresa who raised me here in their old house here. I'm not really happy being with them but I have no choice coz they are still my family or my blood related relatives. In a way, I feel envious on Mitch on having a good family,that's why she probably gave me this "simple battery"... I feel embarrass sometimes...

But on the good side of Uncle DD and Uncle Jun they are having a side lines to help us here on paying our bills in the house... But when it comes to point of view about life and about their character on me, we had have different ways of viewing life. Like I should still be pampered coz I had have windspin slash windblow that I should go back to being me even if I'm in call center. I'm not being arrogant but I know the way of living in the reality world, I know what is the right thing for each people. I graduated from De La Salle but Uncle Jun seems always putting me down.

I just hate them when they fully praise Chian or Chealsea who is presently working in baranggay but I want my half-sister to be active there in baranggay or to work there though she is an undergraduate but able to work in government office coz of power of George Eusebio. George Eusebio is her father in law which I hate most coz their power and fame are only on the side of biological mother.

Chian grew up with my biological mother meaning it is their positive points as uniting as a new blended family with George Eusebio. I hate them so much,until these days...

But I love the idea of Chian working in baranggay if in case we need something, there will be someone who is active in baranggay.

I don't like my family now but I hate people who got nice family but I know how to be professional on being a family member...

Like in my batch wave 2 in Conduent, I want them to give me a professional friendship and professional relationship like we need to link for the harmony and for unity for work and for having a decency of having a group or batchmates in Conduent.

I feel embarrass that I have an ugly family now but this is still my family and I need to be professional coz we still need to have a family. I feel jealous on people or men that like me! Who are having a good family then they will compare me? They will probably compare me on other women? I have complex... I have so many complex in me though I used to be spoiled. But now, we are having a financial tight budgeting. I feel bullshit! I hate commuting... I have complex!

We used to have a business and handled people... We used to have a "Karaoke Bar Club" somewhere in Makati... We earned millions before... I was pampered and spoiled.

I used to spend 10k in pesoses or more weekly... But now it will be a month... I feel self-pity... I used to have my derma schedule and I always visit my dentist.

Now, I need to go back to dentist and I can't afford to redo my teeth, my amalgam....It is a fixed amalgam... I spent thousand and thousands for it! Now, I don't have enough money to redo my teeth coz it's been decades2x...

I still need to visit dentist for the coffee stain and some stuff that needs to redo. I need to save money for it. I always brush my teeth coz of coffee stain.

6:08 pm

I really do feel ugly and fat... Chloe and Mikee made me feel beautiful....

I know I'm kind-hearted...

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8:09 pm

I still have windblow... I feel bitterish,panicking, worrying and thankful for this job until April... I need to save money again... I need to buy new leggings but still on thrift...

Bullshit! I wanna remove my "deep smile lines" and perfect my nose for lucky road...

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jess-rewatches-prodigalson · 4 years ago

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Sun and Fun (S2, E12)

I can’t believe FOX has cancelled this absolute masterpiece of a show. I’m devastated. I’d like to think we’ll get picked up by another network for season 3 but I’m a pessimist and I don’t want to get my hopes up. I’ll be hanging around the fandom either way though.

My time-stamped thoughts for this episode are below. As always I reference Malcolm’s mental health. A lot. So if that’s going to be a trigger for you, don’t keep reading.

SPOILERS AHEAD:

0:20 - Malcolm losing it in Martin’s cell? *chef’s kiss*. 1) excellent performance by Tom. 2) This is the Malcolm mental health content I subscribed for. This is Malcolm feeling overwhelmed, helpless, worthless, and frustrated all at the same time. This. Is. Wonderful. And. Realistic. This is what overwhelming anxiety (especially if you have an anxiety disorder) can feel like. It builds and builds until all of a sudden you’re consumed with all this nervous energy and frustration and it all turns to rage in an instant. But you’re not angry at other people. You don’t want to hurt anyone. That rage is just self hatred because you hate that you feel this broken and your stupid brain won’t function normally.

0:33 - annnnd then when the excess nervous energy is spent but that feeling of self-hatred, despair, and fear still remains - you’re physically exhausted and 7/10. times you cry. Again, crying because of how stupid you feel for your little rage outburst, for how stupid you feel for feeling this terrible all the time. Malcolm is depicting a severe anxiety episode perfectly (in my experience) and THIS is why FOX is moronic for cancelling the show. The gorgeous and accurate depictions of mental health in Prodigal Son is unprecedented, truthful, and heartbreaking. It’s like nothing else on television.

0:50 - This kind of hurts. Look at how cautiously Dani enters the room. Almost as if Malcolm is a wild animal she doesn’t want to scare. It makes sense given the state of the room she just entered and how completely openly and uncharacteristically vulnerable Malcolm is. I will say this though, despite how cautious she is, it’s obvious that she cares about Malcolm more than whatever happened before she walked into the room.

1:03 - “So all eyes are on his head case son right?” This line is a direct quote from Malcolm’s anxiety disorder and depression. This is how you feel about yourself when in the middle of an anxiety episode when you’re also depressed. BUT OUR GIRL DANI!!! <3 This girl looks confused and concerned to hear Malcolm diss himself like that. The fact that she tries to comfort him when he’s in this state, makes her an absolutely A++ friend.

1:11 - “No one cares about that.” “I CARE. I can’t live like this.” This scene resonates with me so so so much. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been 100% aware of how irrational my anxieties are and simultaneously 100% unable to do a damn thing about it because I’m too scared of who I’d be without the fear. Because I’ve defined myself by my anxieties for so long that it’s become the only definable element of my personality visible to me. I’m getting that vibe from Malcolm. I’m sure that’s exactly how he’s feeling right now.

1:30 - “That’s not what scares you. What scares you is living the rest of your life without your father in it.” Dani knows and I felt personally called out. THIS EMOTIONAL WHUMP IS GIVING ME LIFE. <3

1:39 - Look at our floppy haired, devastated boy. :( <3 I’m genuinely shook that he didn’t have a full mental breakdown this episode (but it’s coming....it’s inevitable at this point :) ). ALSO the look of absolute love and concern Dani is shooting towards Malcolm? Absolutely perfect. <3

1:51 - I genuinely find it so interesting that Malcolm keeps referring to “The Surgeon” as “Martin”. If you read my thoughts on 2x11 you know I think it’s because Malcolm has separated ‘Martin Whitly’ into three separate people in his head. “The Surgeon” = the serial killer who traumatized him and ruined his childhood. “Dad/Father” = the man who loved and cared for baby!Malcolm. But “Martin” = unknown. Malcolm doesn’t know who Martin is yet and it scares him.

1:58 - “For once in your life slow down and acknowledge what this is doing to you.” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love this line. So. So. SO. MUCH. <3 <3 This is the kind of comfort Malcolm needs. SOMEONE needs to tell him that he’s breaking, it’s not his fault, and he doesn’t deserve to suffer for Martin.

2:07 - annnnnnd Malcolm has gone full crazy-person string murder board. He’s right but he’s still acting like a manic crazy person. Like, a real one. Not his usual manic behaviour. This is straight up - this boy needs medication, a nap, therapy, and a doctor. Now.

2:34 - Ugh. This whole cop/Vivian scene made my skin crawl. So gross. So creepy. I hate Capshaw. So much. This woman is manipulative, evil, and so so creepy. The cop was also gross. But I 100% thought she was going to kill the cop because this felt like an opening scene to Criminal Minds.

4:38 - “THEY WERE HAVING SEX.” hhahahahahahaha holy shit. This is both hilarious and really upsetting (not just because Martin/Capshaw is NASTY). Malcolm is manically, yelling about his theories in a room full of people who love him. He sounds crazy. He’s acting crazy and Dani, JT, and Gil are just staring at him with a mixture of disbelief, concern, and sympathy. <3 It’s heartbreaking. Malcolm is an inch away from a mental breakdown. I’m here for it.

4:49 - “TMI bro.” <3

5:05 - Ugh. This breaks my heart. The team doesn’t think Malcolm is crazy. They just know he’s at the end of his rope. The looks they’re exchanging aren’t based in anger, contempt, or a lack of trust. They’re based in concern and I LOVE IT.

5:21 - LOOK AT OUR BABY. He’s breaking. He’s so close. :( Look at how desperate he is to find Martin.

5:35 - “That’s exactly what it means.” “Gil, please. You know how much I need this.” THIS HURTS. Gil isn’t angry here - he’s frustrated and scared for Malcolm. And Malcolm? This boy is toeing the line of a full breakdown in front of 3 of his favourite people - that’s out of character for him. Despite the shaking hand and general mania - Malcolm usually refrains from raising his voice in front of Dani and JT. He tries to stay calm-ish so he doesn’t get labelled as ‘violent’ like his serial killer father.

5:39 - “StOp. I am scared.” Dani knew exactly how to diffuse the situation. Malcolm can be manipulative and dysfunctional but he never wants to scare people (at least, not unless they’re suspects or obstructing justice).

5:46 - “I’m not ordering you this time. I’m begging you.” Papa!Gil’s seen Malcolm like this before. SO WHY IS NO ONE HUGGING MALCOLM?!?! The boy is clearly coming apart at the seams.

5:48 - Malcolm’s reaction to Gil sending him home is gorgeous. He looks sad, betrayed, and resigned. It’s as though he’s convinced himself that the team doesn’t trust him or care about him anymore. He doesn’t walk out angry. He walks out sad and determined. Head held high but eyes full of grief.

5:54 - I’d give anything to have heard the conversation between Dani, JT, and Gil after Malcolm left the room. ANYTHING.

6:02 - “He thinks I’m a liability.” No. Not exactly. He thinks Malcolm is in the throws of a mental health crisis and that he shouldn’t be responsible for catching his serial killer father. Again.

6:15 - “I support Gil’s decision. That does not mean I want your father dead.” #coparenting but also, true. I honestly don’t think Jessica wants Martin dead. I think she wants Ainsley and Malcolm to be happy and free from Martin but not dead. She knows that Malcolm might never recover from Martin’s death with all of his unanswered questions and suppressed childhood trauma. She also knows that Ainsley would always resent being prevented from bonding with her father. I think Jessica still loves Martin - well, the man she thought she married. Jessica doesn’t care for Martin Whitly. But she loves the man he pretended to be and even though she knows he wasn’t real - she doesn’t want him to die. I think she wants him to disappear (maybe get transferred to a prison in a different state?) but she doesn’t want him dead. That would make her no better than the serial killer (in Jessica’s mind anyways).

6:25 - “You have become consumed by this Malcolm.” Check out the side eyed look Ainsley gives Malcolm. She’s jealous. Her brother is on the verge of a mental breakdown but she’s jealous of the attention he’s getting from Jessica. I get it - Jessica hasn’t been the best mom to Ainsley. BUT GIRL, gain some perspective. Don’t you care about your brother?!?! That should trump the jealousy for a few minutes at least.

6:35 - “I love you.” <3 <3 <3 I’m going to cry. This might be my favourite Jessica+Malcolm moment to date. So precious.

6:43 - THIS. “I love you. Both of you. More than I hate him.” This is why Jessica doesn’t want Martin dead.....but she also doesn’t care if he lives. I know that sounds like a contradiction but it’s a real thing and if you’ve never felt that way about someone - I pray you never have to.

7:06 - “Then she’s a victim.” .....I disagree. Capshaw had a (weird and manipulative) consensual relationship with Martin. She has as much of an agenda as Martin (although, Jessica didn’t know that here). Capshaw isn’t a victim. She’s not being compliant with Martin as a form of self-preservation or fear. She’s doing it because she’s a manipulative crazy person who is in love with a convicted serial killer.

7:45 - I’ve never felt this unsettled while watching Prodigal Son. Capshaw showing her true colours is so so so disturbing. This woman is insane (with all the stigma). The dress. The martini (Jessica’s favourite drink?). The fact that she dressed Martin up in a suit. The music. The weirdly elegant wheelchair. The lovey way she’s talking. It all makes my skin crawl.

8:33 - OMG. What’s wrong with me? Why do I feel bad for Martin Whitly?!?!?!

9:55 - JESSICA AND MALCOLM doing a rich person ambush tag-team IS AMAZING. <3

9:57- How sad is this? 23 years and Jessica still can’t walk into a room without people whispering and judging her behind her back. :( This woman keeps her head held high - despite the pain she must be in - she’s a superhero. Change my mind.

10:30 - "Malcolm Whitly? You're.." I have this headcanon that the general public assumes Malcolm is dead. He changed his last name and fell off the grid. People treat Jessica like a social pariah so she wouldn't be able to tell them otherwise. And sure, Ainsley referred to Malcolm in the present tense during her Surgeon interview but how many people actually watched it actually paid attention to that little tidbit after Martin went full blown psychopath on camera? Plus, no one really cares about the Surgeon's son enough to look him up 23 years later. At least, no one who matters.

11:25 - Like mother, like son. You can't change my mind. They have the same manipulation style. It's justice based and determined. Ainsley and Martin's style? Vindictive and self-serving.

11:30 - Oh look. ANOTHER CONTINUITY ERROR. WHO PROOFREADS THESE SCRIPTS?!? I CAN’T KEEP OVERLOOKING THESE. For God’s sake. Send copies of the script to fans who sign NDAs or something. At least we know what happened in previous episodes.

12:33 - "Gross." I'm with Ainsley on this one.

12:45 - "My assistant." "Long suffering". hahahha omg. I love this for two reasons: 1) it's hilarious 2) it's true. Malcolm literally disposed of a body for Ainsley. He's her assistant and he's suffered for it.

13:05 - Yo. This dude is whack. Like this is some serious Stockholm's syndrome going on here. Vivian is his hero?!? .........I can't.

13:55 - Why do the gifts Vivian sends Zeiger look like human bones? Damn this is twisted. This is like some sort of twisted serial killer pseudo-trophy situation?

14:52 - "I don't think Vivian is the victim here. I think our father is." Yikes. This is not going to help Malcolm's mental stability. At all. He's been trying to fully accept that his father is a serial killing monster who was literally never capable of loving him for the past 23 years. BUT NOW our boy has taken the role of 'good son' (prodigal son is you will) and has returned to his 10 year old mentality "I love dad. Dad loves me." and 'dad' is in trouble. Malcolm is trying to save his serial killer father and the emotional and mental hoops he's jumping through are terrifying, complex, and hauntingly realistic. <3 It's gorgeous.

15:04 - "I'm not used to this type of confinement." I love this line because of how deeply it rings true. Martin isn't used to confinement. Sure, he's been chained to a wall for 23 years but he's been relatively happy about it. He's been able to manipulate Malcolm and the other inmates. He's been given TV time, phone time, consultations, books, music, free food, and a massive private cell (seriously that cell is as big as the bachelor's suite I rent for $900 CAD a month). The man has been living a life of luxury (given his crimes). His only 'punishment'? He's stuck inside his cell and he's not allowed to kill anymore. THIS is Martin truly suffering. I kind of feel bad for him (which I never thought I'd say).

15:20 - Damn. Michael Sheen is incredible. He's genuinely making me feel concerned and scared for Martin.

15:32 - Something tells me a man hurt Capshaw in some way throughout her life. This has to be deeper than the whole "I didn't fit into the 'boys club' of surgery". Her issues with men are aggressive and alarming. This woman is nuts. This woman is why I hesitate to call myself a feminist (I generally think we should drop the titles of feminist/misogynist/racist/homophobe... and just treat people with respect. I think the titles and groups just further divide people.)

15:50 - "You're finally free." Yep. Capshaw is a nutcase. She actually believes that she's committed a perfect crime.

16:09 - This place has virtually no furniture but I’m expected to believe someone is paying the phone bill?!?! Nah.

17:08 - That. Smile. This woman is a devil. Like, I think I hate her as much as I hate Umbridge. But unlike Umbridge, Capshaw is downright terrifying.

17:12 - Was anyone else kind of surprised that Martin called Jessica? I mean, I guess she was a safer choice than the cops but still...

17:20 - As creepy and this whole ‘Martin is a victim’ thing is - it’s kind of nice? Like - I just keep thinking “How does it feel Martin?!?! This is how you made your victims feel. Do you like it?” and then I realize I’m a terrible person.

17:55 - Ainsley’s in on this. I swear, she’s somehow involved with either Capshaw or Martin.

18:18 - Oh look. Martin is shackled to the bed. Just like Malcolm shackles himself to bed so he can sleep every night. .....I keep oscillating between being vindictive toward Martin and feeling bad for him. That’s what makes this show incredible. The ‘villain’ is human and 3 dimensional.

18:44 - Oh God. The psychopath is jealous. This woman is UNSTABLE. How has no one locked her up yet?!?

19:43 - She’s crying. She’s actually crying. Even the rewatch of this scene is painful. I just feel so uncomfortable (which was probably the intent) and I hate both characters. They’re both actively trying to manipulate each other and it’s so creepy. Damn.

20:15 - Holy. Shit. This woman is by far the scariest villain Prodigal Son has given us.

21:17 - ..............I have nothing to say. My brain has short circuited. I can’t get past how horrifying this scene is. She’s a maniac.

21:57 - No one will make eye contact with Malcolm. :( They all think he’s losing it but they’re not scared of him. They’re scared for him.

22:10 - “A trusted member of my team has a theory I run it down.” THANK YOU GIL. SUBTLY TELL MALCOLM THAT YOU TRUST HIM. That’s what he needed to hear. He was doubting that anyone cared. :(

22:45 - “Do you HeAr yourself?!?” Ouch. Gil’s right - Malcolm sounds nuts. Unfortunately, Malcolm’s also right (more or less). Look at how sad Malcolm is - he honestly looks like he’s on the verge of a panic attack. :( Malcolm thinks Gil doesn’t trust him anymore. Malcolm thinks Gil thinks he’s crazy. It’s heartbreaking. SOMEONE HUG THIS LITTLE CINNAMON ROLL.

22:54 - JT, buddy. Not the time. You’re making this worse. :( Malcolm is two breaths away from crying.

23:40 - “Dani, you up for this? Cause he sure isn’t.” Gil is losing it. Look at him. Gil is watching the boy he considers as his son unravel and Gil can’t do anything about it.

23:45 - “Either way, he’s going there. I’ll keep an eye on him.” I love Dani for this. Brightwell or not - the fact that she’s willing to chase smoke in an attempt to keep Malcolm from having a full mental breakdown makes her a hero.

23:48 - JT, hug Gil! He needs a hug!

24:16 - Martin is screaming while shackled to a bed.....where have I seen this before?

25:39 - “I did this for you because you needed it.”....”Dani, I respect you.” Excuse me while I go sob in the corner. Malcolm just uttered the words “I respect you.” and my heart exploded.

26:11 - “You don’t care. None of you care if my father lives or dies.” No, Malcolm, you’re wrong. They care. They all care so so much. Not about the life of the Martin Whitly though. They care about how Martin Whitly will continue to torment you if he’s caught alive. They care about how badly you’ll grieve if he ends up dying. They care about how this will affect YOU. because they love you.

26:22 - “You would be free.” SAY IT LOUDER DANI! He’d be in enormous pain for a while, but Malcolm would heal.

26:56 - “Let him go, Malcolm.” <3 <3 Malcolm is listening to Dani. He’s opening up about his fears. This is good (for Malcolm’s mental health). I am happy.

27:04 - WOW BABY! That kiss was......passionate? I mean, we all knew they were going to kiss (thanks previews) but I honestly didn’t expect a kiss this long or passionate? They’ve both been clearly denying their feelings for each other for a while though so I guess it makes sense?

27:20 - We all know Dani was going to talk about how they could make a relationship work for them and/or how she loves Malcolm but thinks he should focus on his mental health before they start dating. BUT MALCOLM? That boy thinks he just ruined his friendship with Dani and I’m heartbroken. Look at his sad little face. :(

28:31 - sooooo when exactly did Malcolm’s phone call drop? I feel like Ainsley had more access to the conversation that just what she shares with Dani in a couple of minutes.

29:08 - Look at this sad, scared little boy. He genuinely thinks that saving Martin will earn Martin’s love. I’m heartbroken.

29:22 - THIS. Malcolm is so desperate for Martin’s love that he essentially consented to being kidnapped, tortured, and potentially murdered. :( This is bad.

30:06 - Malcolm took unknown drugs from a crazy person. UGH. The stress of loving this unstable man-child is going to kill me. I’m so worried for him. ALSO WHO THE HELL CHEWS PILLS?!?! That’s disgusting.

30:24 - Dani thinks Malcolm is being a typical guy - terrified of relationships/talking about his feelings. She’s hurt. The Brightwell ship has encountered another storm.

30:35 - Anyone else get major flashbacks to 1x11 when Gil shows up to the townhouse to tell Jessica that Malcolm’s been kidnapped? You know, when he walks past all the reporters?!

30:50 - Ugh. :( Poor Jessica. That call from Capshaw gave her quite the emotional dilemma. As she said earlier, she loves her children more than she hates Martin. Soooo does she tell someone about the call, save Martin, and let Martin continue to torment her children? Or does she let Capshaw kill Martin, compromise her morals, let her children grieve for a while - but ultimately heal? It’s an impossible choice.

31:13 - “I know why you’re anxious Jess.” UGH. Get yourself a man you looks at you the way Gil look at Jessica. So much love. So much concern. If Gil wasn’t fictional and I wasn’t asexual (and 24) I would marry that man.

31:23 - “He has become convinced that his father is a victim in all of this.” Gil is so upset. He’s angry - at Martin for having this much power over Malcolm so many years later. He’s angry that Malcolm is still suffering so much because of his father. He’s upset because Martin is still hurting the people Gil loves 23 years after he was initially arrested.

31:33 - “There’s no good outcome here Jess.” Thank you. Gil is a man with awareness into Malcolm’s psyche. He knows this is going to hurt Malcolm no matter what happens. He’s scared and he’s bracing himself for impact. I love him. I want more people in the world who love people this deeply.

31:50 - “It’s okay to hope for that you know.” THANK YOU GIL. THANK YOU. Someone needed to tell Jessica that she’s not a monster for wanting the reason her children continue to suffer to disappear (even if tha means he dies). It’s not a malicious, evil thought toward Martin. It’s a hope for her children’s wellbeing.

32:04 - “And in my weaker moments, I want him dead too.” <3 I’m imagining Gil praying that Martin is killed by an inmate after he comforts a teenage Malcolm from a nightmare. I’m imagining Gil praying Riker’s finally kills Martin as he watched Malcolm spiral into Martin’s grasp again last year. I’m imagining Gil crying himself to sleep because he’s so damn tired of watching Jessica and Malcolm suffer because of Martin. I love him for it. <3

32:15 - “Maybe things could be different.” .....I’m sorry. Does this mean Gillica is off again?! The flirting and dancing from 2x9 meant nothing?!? It was a hoax?!? I’m furious.

32:35 - “It’s the actions that matter.” Damn. Gil is too good for the nonsense that is the Whitly family. Doesn’t he know that life isn’t always that simple?

32:46 - Annnnnd now Jessica will convince herself that she’s a bad person because she didn’t tell anyone about Capshaw’s call. She will also convince herself that she’s not good enought for Gil. AND I will cry myself to sleep.

32:55 - That hug <3 Sooooo Gillica is still on? I’m hella confused.

33:05 - There it is. Dani is still upset with Malcolm. The Brightwell ship is taking in water my dudes.

33:52 - Wow. He looks pretty in that makeshift hospital bed. Sleeves rolled up. Shirt half unbuttoned. Glazed, disoriented look about him as he wakes from a drugged sleep. <3 I’m in heaven.

34:30 - This is why Malcolm can never let Martin go. There are moments when Martin absolutely convinces Malcolm that he loves him.

34:50 - “Because he also happens to be my father.” THIS. IS. THE. MOST. REALISTIC. PORTRAYAL. OF. ABUSIVE. DADDY. ISSUES. Take from someone who lived through an abusive Dad. You hate him. You know he’s messed up. You don’t like or respect him. But a part of you will always love him. Even though you hate that part of yourself.

35:12 - “I want all of you.” .....I’m terrified. This woman is crazy. Crazier than the Surgeon. Is that possible?

36:05 - “You want him to love you. But he can’t.” Have you said that to yourself Malcolm? You know that logically but you don’t feel that in your heart. ....and the writers don’t know that because we’ve seen that Martin loves Malcolm? Sort of? Unless the writers are playing some sort of weird long con on us.

36:50 - This is whump content I signed up for. This crazy bitch just killed Malcolm. We saw the terror in his eyes. BUT HE LIVES. So. I’m. Here. For. It.

36:58 - Martin’s devotion to Malcolm is so so interesting to me. Martin is a psychopath - he’s not supposed to be capable of love. But he clearly loves Malcolm. How? Why? It makes no sense but I love it?

37:47 - Malcolm’s little wheeze when Vivian starts mitigating the embolism. <3 So cute.

37:53 - “I can do without the mansplaining.” I’m getting PTSD. There are too many real women who are this crazy about feminism and mansplaining (this is coming from a woman). Martin isn’t trying to ‘mansplain’ he’s scared and he’s trying to save his son. That’s not mansplaining. He’s not explaining something because he thinks Vivian doesn’t know it. He’s explaining something in a desperate attempt to remind her of the severity of the situation.

38:16 - HOW THE HELL did Ainsley and Dani know where Martin, Capshaw, and Malcolm were? Either 1) Ainsley is somehow working with Capshaw, or 2) they were able to trace Malcolm’s cell (assuming Capshaw didn’t trash it), or 3) Ainsley knew her mom was lying about that phone call and they had it traced?, or 4) this is a convenient plot thing.

38:34 - This bitch is devious and I hate her.

39:30 - Martin Whitly is the hero of the episode. What alternate reality are we living in?

41:15 - Malcolm struggling for breath. <3 The whumpers are being FED.

41:17 - “Run.” This is 23 years of guilt for turning his own father into the police surfacing.

41:31 - “Where’s my family?” I honestly don’t know how I feel about this line. It bothers me but I can’t figure out why.

41:43 - This ending sequence is a work of ART. Malcolm is in physical and emotional pain. Dani (without backup) trying to save Malcolm from Martin. The epic music. The shot of Dani seeing the blood-filled syringe next to the makeshift hospital bed+restraints. Martin Whitly. Driving. A. Boat. And. Laughing - completely elated - with Malcolm passed out (and looking adorable) in the aft seating. The fact that the ONLY house you can see on the shoreline is the house the just escaped from.

THIS EPISODE WAS EXCITING, STRESSFUL, AND WONDERFUL. I’m excited for the SEASON finale and I pray we get a season 3 from a network other than FOX.

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modern-vellichor · 4 years ago

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Grief, is a Beautiful Thing

Stage Two: Anger

Warnings: Grief!! Mentions of death, suicide. Loss of a major character. Battles with depression, silent tears, heart and gut wrenching sadness, minor smut just to keep you on your toes.

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Anger; a strong feeling of annoyance, displeasure, or hostility.

Eventually, after weeks of watching the front door with a longing look in your eyes, after weeks of keeping Steve's things untouched, after weeks of waiting up at night for him, you realised, maybe, he isn't coming back. You were mad.

You were angry at Steve, angry at him for lying to you, for leaving you. You were furious at him for leaving you cold and broken and empty and thinking you were strong enough to pick yourself back up again.

You were angry at Bucky for trying. He was always there for you, calming you, telling you everything was okay, and it wasn't, it really wasnt.

You and Steve never argued, never in public anyway. God, if you could see him now, you would scream and shout and make sure he knew how wrong he was, how much you hated him right now. How could he do this to you.

You had disobeyed direct orders on a mission. Steve told you to hold back, but you saw and opportunity, and you took it, it was the right decision. Sure, you got stabbed a few times, but you got what you needed, quicker too.

"I can't believe you, Y/N. I gave you a direct order and you didn't follow it. Look at you now, you could have died"

You rolled your eyes at the love of your life, sighed, and stood up, blood trickling through your fingers clutched to your side.

"With all due respect, Captain, I did what had to be done, and it worked. So don't criticize my decisions", you only called him Captain when you were raging, when you thought he didn't even deserve the acknowledgment of a name.

"You are hurt, you went against me. I could ruin your career for that stunt"

"You wouldn't dare, don't lie to yourself"

"God, you're so fucking full of yourself, Y/N"

"excuse me?", you scoffed, eyebrows raised. Steve immediately regretted his words, uttering hurried apologies. "You know what, Cap, I am full of myself. I'm such a narcissist, such a bad person, huh. Where did our little golden boy go wrong, ending up with a good for nothing gal like me, huh?"

As if right on time, the jet had landed, so you made a grand exit, waltzing off the jet with your head held high, and tears in your eyes.

You couldn't go to your own room, not where the sheets smelled of him, not where his things sat snug next to yours. So you knocked on Bucky's door, he let you in without hesitation. He walked you to his bed, he held you as you cried, cradled you until you slept. He tucked you in under blankets that smelled like coconut, gun powder, and whiskey.

So as you lay, head buried into a pillow that smelt like Steve, tears staining soft satin, you thought about doing the exact same thing.

You picked yourself up, untangling yourself from the sheets, bare feet padding to the elevator. Straight to Bucky's door.

knock knock knock. gentle and soft, barely audible.

"doll?", he was half asleep in his doorway.

"hey, buck", you muttered, smiling sadly.

"what's up?"

"I can't sleep in there, Bucky. I can't do it. I swear to god, hes everywhere", you sobbed.

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his room, into his bed. For once, you welcomed the cooing and the soft touches. You appreciated the way he cradled your face in his hands as you cried, catching tears with his thumbs as he watched you fall apart. He was holding you together, his legs tangled with yours, his lips uttering sweet redemption into your hair, hands softly drawing circles on your back.

You leaned into him, wrapping your arms around him in return, you pressed your face into his neck, breathing him in, soaking him up. This was what you need right now, and you fell asleep bathed in the warmth of his bare soul.

Bucky's eyes opened to you making your way out of his room. He sighed, hands reached out to you, lazily.

"why are you up so early, doll?", he checked the clock. 05:57am.

"I gotta work"

"you really gotta take some time off, you're gonna work yourself to death, especially in your form"

You gave him a small smile, "I'll be fine, Barnes. Go back to sleep"

He happily obliged, rolling over and closing his eyes, hearing the far away click of his door closing.

You locked yourself in your office the entirety of the day, making angry phone calls to people who just wouldn't listen, pacing as you waiting on stats to come through, filing reports, organising mission after mission, without even considering a break.

Bucky knocked on your door around 6, pushing it open softly.

"Hey, Barnes. What is it?", you asked, not looking up from your computer as your fingers danced quickly across the keys.

"Its dinnertime, come eat"

"I'm not hungry, but thank you"

"Y/N", you answered his calls, not taking your eyes off the screen. "Y/N, look at me, for God's sake"

You slammed the laptop shut, eyeing him up and down dangerously. Sure, Bucky Barnes might be able to snap your neck with his little finger, but he couldn't break a man down like you could. He couldn't stare at people so hard it bore holes in their skulls, he couldn't exude power like you did, he couldn't tear into someone's soul with spiteful words and a harsh tone, not like you.

"What was that? I'm looking now, Mr. Barnes, please, embarrass yourself further, you have my full attention", you smiled at him, but it was sly and condescending.

"You haven't eaten all day, you need to eat"

"I need to do my job, and I think you've forgotten that I am, in fact, your superior, so get out of my office", with that, you opened the laptop again, and continued on with your furious typing.

Bucky didn't budge, he knew you could get irritable on a good day, and good days usually didn't involve dying, being resurrected, losing half your team, and taking over Stark Industries.

"Y/N, please, come on. You're being irrational"

"And you're forgetting your place, you always do. I care about you, Buck, but now is not the time to be sticking your nose in places it doesn't belong, go annoy Sam or something, I don't have the time for you"

You stood up and ushered him to your door, with a hand on the handle, you gazed at him with a harsh stare.

"Have a goodnight, Barnes, stay out of my office"

You swung the door closed, if slammed shut mere inches away from Bucky's nose.

You avoided him like the plague for the next few days, not meeting his gaze, not uttering his name. You spent all your time locked in your office, not saying anything to anyone, until you had to.

You called a meeting, the pathetic remains of your team gathered around you. A teenage boy, a bird man, a god of thunder and an ex assassin walked into a room, what a wild joke.

You briefed them, you flew them out to the hotel, nicer than the last one you stayed in. You could only get three rooms, Sam got one to himself, he won rock, paper, scissors.

The awkward silence had settled thick and heavy between you and Bucky, sat on your own separate beds, neon light filtering in through the curtain.

"I think it's your turn to tell me a story", that was the first thing he had said to you in days, you were shocked, a little taken aback.

"what?"

"The last time you and I were in a hotel room, you asked for a story, and I gave you one. I want a story."

"oh", you chuckled, "what about?"

He thought for a minute, shifting to face you, blue eyes bright and playful.

"a boy"

You both laughed, all remnants of anger and spite evaporating. This was exactly like Bucky, make everything better with a joke and a laugh.

"I don't really have stories about boys. I was only 18 when I started with Stark. I met Steve when I was 23-"

"How did you meet Steve?", he cut in. You realised then, no one had ever told Bucky that story.

"He never told you?", Bucky shook his head in response.

"Well-"

You met Steve before Thanos, before Bucky, before Ultron even. You were young,

You walked with purpose across the dirt and sand, General Sanchez struggling to keep up as he briefed you. You were in an old army uniform, one that had once belonged to a friend, it was a little tight but it made do.

"Ms. Y/L/N, you said you called backup?", he asked, hesitant.

"I did", on cue, the quinjet handed some feet ahead, and Tony stepped out. "and there he is"

Tony started to walk alongside you and the General, the team walking a few feet behind you.

"Stark, pleasure seeing you again"

"same goes for you, Y/N, what's happening"

"ever seen Godzilla?"

These creatures had been popping up around coasts all over the world, a couple even had gone as far as peaking tails out of the water, ridges on their backs visible deep below the surface. All you knew is that they were massive, monstrously big, and dangerous. They had been testing the waters, seeing how ready you were for an attack, and today was the day. According to radar scans, the biggest off them all had showed up off the coast of L.A, so here you were.

Steve couldn't help but stare at you, walking tall and dignified, head held high, voice strong and authoritative. Even as you were bleeding out on the floor, cheek swollen, lip cut, eyes blackened, he thought you were beautiful, angelic.

"Really?", Bucky laughed. You just nodded, saddened by the distant memory. "you guys always seemed so, settled"

"once upon a time we were running around like kids, sneaking into empty offices to make out like horny teenagers. We settled down eventually", bitterness was evident in your voice as you spoke. You missed those days, running around with Steve's hand in yours. He had really ruined hand holding for you.

"You wanna know what Steve said to me on our first date?", you asked, breath trembling and voice shaky, tears brimming in your eyes.

"sure..", he spoke hesitantly, not sure if that was the right answer or not.

"He said, "you remind me of a girl I knew back in the war", the same girl he left me for. He fell in love with me because I reminded him of a dead girl."

You and Bucky ducked behind a car, both of you officially out of ammunition. You sighed, looking around for any form of weapon as bullets came ricocheting towards you.

"If this is how we go, I'm gonna be pretty fucking pissed", he scoffed, always making a joke.

"me too, Buck"

Your eyes scanned the ground desperately, Bucky was trying to get to Sam, Thor, even Peter, but the comms had been cut. Your eyes settled on a baseball bat not far from Bucky's feet.

"Hey, Bucky?"

"yeah, pup?", for a split second that dream flashed behind your eyes. pup.

you were snapped from your thought by a bullet flying past your ear.

"I got another story for ya", you grinned. Bucky cocked an eyebrow.

"Now?"

"I used to play a lot of baseball in high school", he followed your gaze, mischievous grin playing at his lips.

"you sure?"

And with that, you emerged from behind the car, bat in hand.

"Hiya, boys", you called out to the two thugs stood in front of you, they trained they're guns on you, just not quick enough.

Before they could even process what was happening, you were on top of them, swinging, punching, kicking. Bucky snuck up behind you, joining in on the fight.

Your breathing was heavy as the two men collapsed at your feet, blood spattered across your chest and face, Bucky couldn't help the butterflies in his stomach, red always was your colour.

There was a wicked smile playing on your lips, teeth sharp and glinting, you looked psychopathic, killer, and Bucky loved it.

Maybe he could help you release some of that anger, he hadn't gotten a good beating in a while.

You went out the night you got back. You almost went to knock on Natasha's door to invite her with you, you stopped yourself with tears in your eyes when you remembered.

You didn't tell anyone where you were going, to be honest, you didn't know yet. You slipped out of the compound quietly, the kind of thing Steve would have disapproved of.

You decided on a quaint little bar, a few blocks away, small and cozy. Old jazz hummed softly through the speakers, you fit right in, blending in with the crowd, no one paid you any mind, and you reveled in it. Being normal for once, being another someone in the crowd, instead of some comic book superhero.

A few hours went by, you spent the time people watching. You paid particular attention to a girl, not much younger than you, she looked just like Natasha, she even ordered a vodka and soda, you just smiled to yourself.

You heard someone slid into the barstool next to you, it must have been at least midnight at this point. He ordered an old fashioned, Bucky's signature. You just kept your attention trained on the other patrons, that was until you felt a hand splayed across your back and warm breath fanning out across your bare shoulder, you were ready to punch a man at least twice your size. You turned around, hand balled into a fist.

"Hey, pup"

"Bucky?"

It must've been the drinks, it had to have been. Bucky's tongue was hot and heavy in your mouth, hands all over your body. He kicked your door closed behind the both of you, pushing you up against it, rough. The wind was knocked from your lungs, his lips travelled down your face, leaving a trail of wet kisses across your jaw and down your neck. He nipped at the shell of your ear before growling, low and animalistic.

"I saw you covered in that blood on the mission, and I just couldn't help myself, pup, I had to get myself a taste"

fuck. me.

@vicmc624 @dee-vn

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officialsimppage · 4 years ago

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-Settled Down-

If they won't write it i will. Like girl my story line will probably make more sense. I'll set up Spencer with a nice smart girl and two kids a girl and a boy. They live in a cottage with a big backyard where they play everyday. 🥺 Oh my God wait you should write thisnsjajjs. Spencer with a wife and kids and just like the home life. I'm just- I'm just soft right now. 👁️👄👁️ Cat can suck a toe right now. As well as the writers. Hoesss

YES YUA THIS IS AMAZING <3!! I AM CRYING JKBFWPBJHB! Hope yall enjoy teehee <3 baSed oFF seAsOn 14 @yyua69 @benji-booxx

I wake up to a hot breath on my neck. As I open my eyes I look around to see me and my husband's bedroom. It’s a bit messy, clothes on the floor, a couple case files stacked, and pictures on the walls. I then look at my swollen belly from being 6 months pregnant. I squint my eyes to see that the sun is already bright and warm. I look over to the nightstand to read the time on the alarm clock. 8:05. Great. I turn around, face my husband and say,

“Good morning handsome,” looking at his facial features. His sharp jaw, his perfect eyebrows, the stubble he's been growing on his face making even more well, attractive. I think about the day I met him. It was a while ago, back when I joined the BAU in 2008. I think of how I was with him when he was infected with anthrax, shot in the leg, when Emily died, when Maeve died. I was with him through it all.

We never really confessed our love until he was shot in the neck in Texas. We then knew we couldn’t live without each other. We got married right after Kate left. Well sorta before-ish because she came to the wedding. I was with him when he went to prison. That’s when I was pregnant for the second time. I supported him with his recovery. We have been inseparable. Only 5 months ago we decided to settle down. We knew we needed to be more with our family then work. We still go and lecture from time to time, but we mostly stay at home with our family. I then snap out of my thoughts and I look at his beautiful eyes, for them to instantly open up. Revealing his beautiful amber orbs.

“Good morning my beautiful wife,” Spencer says groggily from just waking up. We lay there just for a second just looking at each other. I then lean in to give him a kiss. It’s soft, but sweet. Apparently it isn't enough for him as he rolls onto me, pecking kisses all over my jaw.

“Spence! Stop!It’s too early! And you're going to crush the baby!” I say trying to get him off me. He finishes pecking my face and finalizes it with a passionate kiss on my lips. I smile into the kiss calmed at the serenity I have. We are then interrupted by the sound of feet walking towards our bedroom.

“Good morning Mommy and Daddy!” Our daughter 5 year old Diana says jumping onto our bed. I then see her little brother, Rowan following on his little 2 year old legs. He comes around to my edge of the bed and I lift him up onto the bed. They shake Spencer until he sits up by me. They are both giggling as they lay in between us, snuggling. I then feel their other sibling being active.

“Guys come here! Your little sibling is kicking!” I say sitting up. They all rush over to me and put their hands on my belly. I see Rowan just still fumbling around, having no idea what is happening, I then see Diana and Spencer put their hands on my stomach. Once they feel a kick, their faces brighten up. It reminds me of the first time Spencer felt Diana kick. I have never seen him happier. She giggles and says,

“There's a baby in there!” Looking at Spencer, as if he has never known.

“I know! Isn’t that crazy? You’ll be able to meet your sibling in 3 months Diana!” Picking her up and putting her on his lap. He then grabs Rowan and puts him on his lap as well. “You want some chocolate chip pancakes?” kissing their little noses softly.

“Please Daddy! We want pancakes!” Diana says jumping off of Spencer and running into the kitchen. He then laughs and walks after her, carrying Rowan. Before he leaves the room he asks,

“Are you coming?” he says while standing at the doorway. I then respond with,

“In a minute, I’m gonna go brush my teeth.” I say heaving myself off of my bed. I slowly waddle towards the bathroom as best as I can with this big baby bump. I get to the bathroom and I look at myself in the mirror. I think about how I never thought my life would be as happy and peaceful as it is. I thought with this job I would be forever lonely. But here I am with a perfect husband, with two perfect children with one more on the way, living in a beautiful cottage in the countryside. It’s everything I could have imagined.

I walk out into the kitchen to see Rowan on Spencer's back while he flips pancakes over the stove, while Diana stirs the pancake batter right next to them. I walk up to them and say,

“Hey! Whatcha guys doing over here? It smells so good!” I say leaning down to Diana's height, giving her a kiss on her cheek. Then leaning up to kiss Rowan on his back. Diana turns around, looks at me and says,

“What does it look like were doing? Were making pancakes!” She then turns around and gets back to work stirring the batter. I laugh a little and then say,

“Ok, Ok girl back off I see you!” leaning in and kissing her ear. She tilts her head trying to get me to stop while giggling. I then walk over to the chairs and watch them cook. It’s so adorable and perfect.

It’s about 10 minutes later and the pancakes are finally done. I take both of the kids to the table to sit down. I as well sit down as Spencer brings over the pancakes. They both freak out and start tearing them apart right away. Me and Spencer just look at each other's eyes. It's a loving stare, one that says thank you to each other for these wonderful beings. We then focus and laugh to see both of their tiny faces covered in maple syrup.

After breakfast we decide to spend our day outside. I finish doing the dishes and walk towards our room. As I walk down he hall I see diana get dressed into her play overalls and Spencer helping dress Rowan. I get into our room and I step into the closet. I think about how warm it must be outside so I opt for a nice flowy sundress so I can have a nice breeze. I put it on and turn around and see Spencer standing in the doorway.

“Jesus Spence, you scared me!” I say putting my hand on my chest. He then shakes his head walks up to me and says,

“God you're so beautiful.” While stroking my cheek. I then turn my face and kiss his hand. He smiles at me and then kisses me softly. While kissing me, he rests his hand on my belly, feeling our baby. He whispers thank you in my ear and then takes my hand and leads me to the living room where Diana and Rowan are waiting for us.

“Okay guys, ready to go outside!” I say and in response, they scream and run outside into the large backyard. I laugh at how much energy they have and slowly follow them into the yard with Spencer.

Spencer and I sit on a blanket in the grass watching the kids play. They chase each other around, they smell flowers, and they stare at the clouds together. As I sit in this peaceful moment, I think about how grateful I am for this opportunity to settle down with Spence. I lean into his shoulder looking at our children play as I rest my hand on my belly, feeling our upcoming baby. I wonder what life would be like if I never joined the BAU. I decide not to think about that and just enjoy this moment in time, treasuring it for the rest of my life.

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actionnerdgamerlove · 3 years ago

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Do You Want Me Now - Chapter 21: Holidays With Wolves

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Summary: Jaskier is, obviously, invited for Christmas at the farm. And it’s cute.

But ALSO, Jaskier gets invited to a Christmas party. By Yennefer.

And then there’s NYE.

*****

Part 1: Yennefer’s Office Holiday Party or, Larkin are you POSITIVE that’s a party dress and not lingerie?

Jaskier was getting ready for a party.

Not just any party. Yennefer’s office holiday party.

Jaskier had been getting ready for what felt to her like the entire day. Well, even more than that, really, because there had been a very thorough waxing session several days prior, in preparation for the dress Yennefer had picked out for Larkin to wear.

The dress had two very very high slits, right over her hip bones on both sides, necessitating both the waxing and creative underwear planning.

Or, in Larkin’s case, no underwear whatsoever.

Had this been any other date, or any other function, this dress would not have been worn.

But Larkin knew for certain nothing untoward would happen to her while she was with Yen. Yen was kind of like Geralt that way. Except in Yen’s case, it was a little more control-y and less concern that prompted Larkin’s certainty.

Oh, Jaskier knew Yen cared about her. Jaskier also knew Yen had a burning need to control most everything around her at all times. Yen’s desire to control was one of the reasons Jaskier hadn’t really invested a whole lot of herself in their romance. Yen was fun.

But Jaskier had been with someone who required excessive control once before, and wasn’t going to do that to herself again. Jask knew that Yen was not the Countess. Yen was kind (most of the time). Yen did not demand unattainable ridiculous things. (Jask considered this dress kind of ridiculous, but not in any way that harmed her as a person, or made her feel degraded or inadequate.) Yen really liked showing Jaskier off when they were together. The Countess had liked doing that, too, but more in a way that showcased Jaskier as her pet, not her lover.

Yen was very clear (very, very clear) that Jaskier was her lover.

So, Jaskier was content to play dress up and get pampered and have really great sex for now.

As such, Larkin took her time getting ready, because it made her happy to see Yen happy and excited. She hadn’t taken this long to get ready since the last time she’d gone to the Grammys.

Serious eye makeup. Check. Professional foundation and setting powder. Check. Actual blush, not just natural rosy cheeks. Check. Lipstick a nuclear bomb couldn’t remove. Check. Benefit’s She-laq (which they don’t make anymore) to make sure none of it fucking moved. Check. Long hair curled just so. Hairsprayed bobby-pins placed just right. Check. A light dusting of shimmery body powder. Check.

Larkin checked the time and was pleased to note she was a little early, her steno-pad timetable had her finishing up at 5 PM, and it was 4:45. (Jaskier made the timetable, this wasn’t a requirement, there was just a lot of prep involved – many, many steps.). Yennefer had pre-paid for an Uber for Jaskier, which would arrive at 5:15 on the dot; Jaskier would then be delivered to Yennefer’s door, they would lightly canoodle until 6:15, when they’d leave for the party which started at 7.

This gave Jaskier a little time to get something to eat before she left.

*****

Geralt knew Jask had a party to go to that night, because it was on the calendar (they shared a google calendar, it just made things easier for both of them. Geralt’s was typically much less full than Jask’s.). He’d asked her, early on, if she wanted him to list “at the farm” for his working days. She’d just rolled her eyes and said no, that she was pretty sure she’d remember he was at his family’s farm. Larkin’s schedule changed more often, because she didn’t have classes every day, and she didn’t work every day. Geralt was a big fan of this calendar idea, because he liked knowing where Jaskier was in case something happened (like that time with the snowstorm). It had actually been Jaskier’s idea; she’d seen him get agitated the couple times she’d gotten home later than he thought she’d be, so she pulled up her google calendar and asked him what his email address was, so they could share one.

That one small thing had made Geralt substantially less anxious.

He’d seen she’d had “Holiday Party, Crystal Tower” on the calendar for today, and had actually done a double take. The Crystal Tower was no joke. Even Geralt knew about it, from some Yennefer event, many years before. He’d hated every minute of being there; he’d had to wear a suit Yen had picked out (it was uncomfortable) and socialize with a bunch of assholes for more hours than he thought was reasonable.

He was curious what Jaskier would end up wearing, because he knew how fancy that place was.

He was on the couch when she came bouncing down the stairs, and he looked up when she walked by. She was wearing a button down shirt and a pair of leggings.

“You’re not wearing that tonight, are you?”

He watched her stop in the kitchen doorway, and could hear her rolling her eyes. “No, Geralt. I wanted to get something to eat before I left, and don’t want to get my dress dirty. This isn’t my first rodeo,” she said, her face positively yelling ‘I AM NOT AN AMATUER’.

Geralt hummed. She was smart. He hadn’t known to pre-game before he went to that hellish party.

Jask had made stir-fry the night before, and was eating leftovers directly out of the container, cold, leaning in the kitchen doorway. This bothered Geralt not at all, although, had he thought about it, it would have if it were anyone else, even his brothers. He didn’t share food. With anyone. Except Jaskier.

He watched Jaskier polish off the rest of the stir-fry (damn that girl could eat, it always surprised him; looking at her, you’d never know she could eat her (or Geralt’s) weight in pasta), look at her fitbit, make an ‘oh shit!’ face, then race back upstairs.

He was finally treated to what Jaskier was wearing to the Crystal Tower, when she walked downstairs, carrying her black high heels.

She was wearing an emerald negligee. There was no other word Geralt could think of for what Jas was wearing, besides lingerie. Starting from the top, it tied behind her neck, and there were two wide strips that covered her breasts. It was cut almost all the way down to her belly button. And then there was the skirt of the dress. There was a strip that covered her front, but it was slit on the left and right almost up to her belly button. He could see her fucking hipbones.

There was no way she was wearing underwear of any kind.

She looked fucking edible.

Geralt cleared his throat. “Larkin, are you sure that’s a party dress, and not lingerie? You look-“ Geralt had to clear his throat again “-great, don’t get me wrong. That’s just…very...”

“Scandalous?”

“Revealing.”

“I assure you, Geralt, this was purchased at the premiere dress boutique in Oxenfurt.”

Geralt didn’t know what to say, so he just hummed. He was beginning to be more than a little worried about her safety at this party.

Jaskier, it seemed, could read minds. Or, was just really good at translating ‘Geralt faces’.

“G, I promise you, I will be fine tonight. My date…does not tolerate foolishness. I’ll be fine.”

Geralt was not convinced.

“Ok, how about this. I will text you every hour with a selfie, proving I am hale, and hearty, and whole. Sound good?”

Selfies in that dress did sound good to Geralt. But also, not a bad idea.

“Fine,” he growled.

*****

Larkin did text Geralt once an hour, with a new selfie each time. Most of the time they were goofy selfies; silly faces and looks. A couple were not selfies, so her date must have taken them.

Yennefer thought the selfie thing was curious, but Larkin had explained her roommate was worried about her, and she was trying to make him less anxious.

Larkin did not include the selfies of she and Yennefer together. She didn’t think Geralt would appreciate them very much at all.

Part 2: Christmas at the Farm

This is kind of self-explanatory

“Hey, so, about Christmas,” Jaskier started one Saturday morning while they were having coffee together at the kitchen island.

“You should probably just assume you’re coming with me from now on, unless you have other plans, Jas.” Geralt paused. “If that was what you were asking.”

Larkin looked down at the counter, and smiled. “Um, yeah. Yes. It was.”

“You have an assigned seat at the table at the farm. Obviously you’re coming for Christmas.”

Geralt said it like it was known, like it was just a FACT. (It actually WAS just a fact for the Wolf clan; Jas and Geralt were a package deal at this point, like Lambert and Aiden, minus the romance part.)

“It’s not…fancy, Larkin; it’s probably not what you’re used-“

“Geralt – I’ll be with you and your family; that’ll be more than enough. Fancy doesn’t always equal good.”

Later:

[White Wolf 11:04 AM]: I have no idea what to get Jaskier for Christmas. I hate buying presents. What do I DO?

[Eskel 11:05 AM]: That’s easy. What does she like?

[White Wolf 11:06 AM]: I have no idea. What the fuck do I know about her? I KNOW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT HER. FUCK.

[Eskel 11:07 AM]: Calm down, stop panicking. You know her better than almost anyone besides Renfri. What did Lambert tell you?

[White Wolf 11:08 AM]: An engagement ring, Eskel.🙄

[Eskel 11:09 AM]: Less than helpful, although…

[White Wolf 11:09 AM]: Eskel. Be realistic. I’d need to ask her out before I proposed to her.

[Eskel 11:10 AM]: HEY, now that’s a thought! THAT would be a good Christmas present! Go on a date!

[White Wolf 11:11 AM]: I hate you. Why do I even bother.

[Eskel 11:12 AM]: Because 99.9% of the time I am more helpful than Lambert. Why not ask Renfri, or her brother or sister?

Simultaneously:

[Little Lark 11:05 AM]: I need to get Geralt a Christmas present. I’m usually really good at this, Ren. WHAT THE FUCK DO I GET HIM?

[Xena, Warrior Princess 11:05 AM]: You, naked, wearing a bow around your tits. BAM. DONE.

[Little Lark 11:06 AM]: He saw me naked every Sunday for almost three months, Ren, and managed to keep his hands to himself. I don’t think that would necessarily have the same impact on him.

[Xena, Warrior Princess 11:07 AM]: FUCK, you’re right. Shit. Does he need anything? He seems like a practical gift kinda guy, to me.

[Little Lark 11:08 AM]: Hmm. You’re right. I may need to ponder on this, I remember him saying this week that one of Roach’s brushes was wearing out.

*****

Larkin did ponder on it. One afternoon she made a surprise visit to the farm, to bring the boys and Vesemir lunch, and caught up with Geralt in the barn, to help him with some chores.

Uh-huh. The only person who didn’t see through it was Geralt.

Vesemir caught up with her after they’d eaten, in the kitchen, where she was doing dishes after Geralt and Eskel went back to work.

“Spit it out, girl; you were checking out something in the barn before we ate, weren’t you? This wasn’t just an ‘I’m in the neighborhood’ visit, hmm?”

“No, sir.”

Vesemir waited for the explanation. Vesemir kept waiting.

“Well, are you going to tell me what it was you were looking for?”

He watched Larkin look at him over her shoulder with an appraising look.

“That all depends on if you can keep a secret. I’d like to surprise Geralt, if it’s all the same to you.”

Vesemir found himself laughing out loud. Vesemir liked this girl, all right. Geralt had chosen well.

“Fine, keep your secrets,” he said, smiling. “Although, if you give me a hint, I can help keep Geralt from buying whatever it is you’d like to surprise him with,”

“Horse brushes.” Larkin wasn’t so proud she couldn’t admit she needed help. Vesemir was right. Geralt was a stubborn bastard, sometimes. If anyone could keep him from doing something, it was Vesemir. “He needs a new curry brush, and a body brush.”

Vesemir nodded his approval. She paid attention, all right.

“Anything else?”

“Maybe a new pair of gloves, because his are…not in great shape.”

Vesemir considered for a moment how to tell her what he wanted to say, without scaring her. What little Geralt had shared with him, his roommate had not led an easy life.

“You and Geralt make a good team.”

“Thank you, sir, I think so, too.”

“Geralt’s said you handle his…bad days very well.”

“I’m not sure how much Geralt has told you, but I also have bad days, as he calls them. For a different reason, but the same underlying issue. We understand one another, that’s all.”

“Well, I’m thankful for it. He’s been happier, since you moved in.”

Larkin looked back at Vesemir, a lopsided smile on her face. “How can you tell? Does he have a happy grunt? I still haven’t translated them all,”

Vesemir laughed out loud again.

*****

Geralt ended up talking to Renfri.

He’d texted her to ask if she had a picture of Jaskier’s tattoo, because he had an idea.

Renfri did, because she’d been with Jaskier when she’d gotten it (of course she had, Geralt thought). That was the second thing they did together after Renfri’d curbed that dude at that party. The first thing, if you’ll remember, was the two of them kissing. Larkin had told Renfri she wanted to get a tattoo, and Renfri knew a guy who owned a parlor not far from the frat house where they were. Larkin pulled out a well-loved drawing her father had done, of a lark, that Larkin wanted on her wrist.

So, yeah, Renfri had a picture (or two) of the tattoo, and the drawing.

Geralt hadn’t known her father had drawn the illustration that ended up being her tattoo.

Renfri thought Geralt’s idea was fucking brilliant. What she actually said was “Why didn’t I fuckin’ think of that?”

Geralt was having a charm made, for Larkin’s necklace that held her father’s dog tags.

Turns out Renfri knew a jeweler, too. Geralt thought Renfri knew a lot of people.

They went together (Geralt wasn’t exactly sure why; Renfri just told him “I like watching you work.”) and the jeweler was also quite a good artist, who took one look at the drawing, and listened to the story of why Geralt wanted to have this made (with Renfri’s interjections) and absolutely fell all over himself gushing about what a good idea this was, and how happy he was to work on this for them.

Geralt wasn’t used to…gushing. He also wasn’t used to other people wanting to hang around him…for fun. Other than Larkin. He found Renfri very curious. She and Larkin were very similar, but also…totally different. Renfri had absolutely no filter when it came to her friends, and apparently Geralt was one of them, now.

“You’re good to her.”

“What?”

“Jask. You’re good to her.”

Geralt considered Renfri. He hadn’t taken her for someone who spoke just to hear herself talking.

“She’s my friend.”

“You say that like it explains everything, Geralt.”

It did, to Geralt. He wasn’t sure what to say, so he said nothing.

“She’s lucky to have you.”

“I feel the same way.”

Renfri turned to face him, grinning. “Oh, you think she’s lucky to have you, too?”

Geralt rolled his eyes. “No, Ren. I’m lucky she’s my friend, too.”

Renfri nodded, considering him.

“In case you’re interested in this information, later, Larkin is a fan of very simple jewelry designs.” She said, pointing to a case of diamond rings. She was pointing and tapping the case at a very specific ring. Geralt came and looked at it. It was a princess cut diamond ring, a solitaire. “I give you this information, free of charge, because I think it will be of some use to you, eventually.”

Geralt narrowed his eyes at Renfri, expecting a trick.

“Like I said, free of charge. I can keep a secret, Geralt. I like you. Don’t worry.”

Geralt knew Renfri was being honest, she wouldn’t say anything to Larkin. He knew what kind of secrets she was keeping for his Lark (not details, but the overall gist). He was kind of surprised that Larkin’s taste were so…uncomplicated. If he had to guess, that would not have been the ring he would have thought Larkin would have chosen.

The jeweler friend of Renfri was appalled when Geralt said he didn’t need a matching chain. He threw one in anyway, although Geralt had no intention of using it.

The charm turned out beautifully.

“You gonna get her anything else?” Renfri asked when they went to pick it up.

Geralt just looked at her.

“I-hmm. I hadn’t thought about it.”

“I don’t think you need to, necessarily, but I have it on good authority that you may be receiving more than one present from a certain individual.”

Well, shit. Geralt thought.

His next call was to her brother, Andrew.

Andrew was able to help, too.

*****

Christmas at the Wolf Den was a big hit. Jaskier and Geralt had slept over Christmas Eve, so they didn’t have to travel Christmas Day. Geralt had explained a few days prior that he’d always done this, and Jaskier was only too happy to keep that tradition going. Larkin had explained that she’d always opened one present Christmas Eve, with her father (and then again with Renfri), so Christmas Eve saw Geralt the recipient of a new pair of very nice gloves and Larkin the owner of a new pair of rock climbing shoes. (Eskel, Lambert, Aiden and Vesemir all opened gifts too, lest you think they were forgotten.)

Larkin had gotten up before Geralt and Eskel on Christmas day, to get breakfast started. She made sure there was a big fire in the fireplace, because the house was slightly drafty (it didn’t seem to bother her wolves much, but larks didn’t fare well in the cold). Brunch on Christmas Day was a big French toast casserole that Larkin had made the night before and put in the oven when she got up, combined with some fancy bacon Larkin had been sent by her family’s cook (Larkin and the staff of the estate got on famously; it was her actual blood relatives that were extraordinarily problematic). The pot of coffee was finished just as Geralt staggered down the stairs. She handed him a cup just as he hit the bottom step.

“You are a Christmas angel.” He told her, his voice still gravely from sleep.

“Merry Christmas, Geralt,” she said, kissing his cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Larkin,” he replied, grabbing her in a one armed hug. Once he’d set her back down, and taken a couple sips of coffee, he pulled Jaskier over to the Christmas tree.

“I want you to open something, before everyone else gets up.”

Larkin looked up at Geralt, questioningly.

“It’s something…personal. You might not want to open it in front of everyone.”

The furrow between Jasker’s eyebrows got deeper. She watched Geralt pull a small box out from under the Christmas tree. The furrow got even deeper, and Geralt started to get worried.

“Lark – look at me,”

She did.

“This is definitely not what I think you think this is, ok? Deep breath. None of the serious, required conversations have been had about that kind of box, all right?”

Jaskier visibly relaxed.

Oh boy, Geralt thought. He handed her the wrapped box.

The look of sheer delight and joy on her face when she pulled open the top was something Geralt would never forget.

“Geralt! Geralt! Geralt, oh my goodness, Geralt, this is- this is beautiful, Geralt, it’s perfect, where did you find it-“ tears were streaming down her face as she spoke. She looked between the charm in the box and her tattoo, and Geralt.

“I had it made.”

Like that was something anyone would do, for a friend.

Larkin gently set the box down, and threw her arms around Geralt.

“Thank you so much, Geralt, this is…I don’t even have words for how much this means to me, Geralt, this is just-“ Jaskier couldn’t finish, she was so overwhelmed. She felt Geralt’s arms around her, holding her.

“You’re welcome, Larkin. I’m glad you like it.”

“Can you help me – can you help me put it on?” Larkin pulled her hair around her shoulder, and Geralt undid the toggle that held the dogtags together. He and Jaskier put the charm on together, and then Geralt re-fastened the chain around her neck.

Jaskier didn’t let go of the lark charm all day.

*****

After Christmas dinner had been eaten, and everyone had eaten their weight in the butter cookies Jaskier’s family’s cook had sent, the Wolf and Lark family were pretty mellow. Jaskier and Geralt were flopped on the sofa, Lambert was in one of the easy chairs, and Aiden, Vesemir and Eskel were still sitting at the dinner table, chatting.

Geralt was holding onto Jaskier’s socked feet, in his lap while she was gazing at the new charm he’d had made for her, that was now added to the chain of her father’s dog tags.

“Hey, Jas, you wanna go out, sometime?” Geralt asked, quietly, so as not to arouse suspicion from his brother just a few feet away.

“Sure, where you wanna go?” Jaskier asked, focused on the charm.

“No, like, out. Out out.”

Jaskier looked up curiously, intrigued by Geralt’s tone of voice. She looked at his face, and saw his cheeks were slightly pink.

“Oh, you mean on a date! Out on a date!”

“Yes, that’s what I meant,”

“What’s this about a date?” Lambert asked, his eyes snapping up from his phone. “DUDE ARE YOU ASKING HER OUT? FINALLY. JESUS.”

Larkin looked panicked, between Geralt and Lambert, cringing at the change in volume.

“Yes, I’d like-“ Jaskier had barely gotten out when Lambert bellowed into the dining room.

“Idiot is FINALLY asking her out! Hallelujah! It’s a Christmas miracle!”

The hand Geralt was wiping down his face made Larkin wince.

“Would you rather talk about this later?” Jaskier whispered to him.

“Fine,” he said in the way that meant, in no uncertain terms “FUCK NO.”

FUCK ME, Larkin thought. Goddammit, Lamb!

She wasn’t sure they would ever go on a date now, not with Lambert making the BIGGEST. FUCKING. DEAL. about it.

Eskel, in the other room, was clenching his jaw over the exact same thing.

He and Lambert were gonna have a talk, later, about inside voices and not being an asshole on Christmas.

Part 3: And a Very Happy New Year to you, Geralt

Jaskier had plans to go see some friends for a fancy NYE party Geralt wanted no part of, thank you very much, but then she got a flat tire.

Also the story of how Jaskier ended up with four brand new tires on a 30 year old car.

“Aren’t you partied out by now, Lark? Do you ever get tired of them?”

Geralt was leaning in the upstairs bathroom doorway as Jaskier applied mascara in the full-length mirror hanging on the front of the open door. She hadn’t gotten dressed yet, she was still in a pair of leggings and a button-down shirt that looked suspiciously like one of Geralt’s.

He could tell because it looked like a dress on her.

“Hmm?” Jask hummed, her mouth open in the way all women kept their mouths open while applying eye makeup.

“Aren’t you tired of parties by now?”

“Ehh. A little? But this isn’t a high-pressure party, Geralt. These are school friends. I didn’t get to spend a lot of time with them the last time I saw them, I got sidetracked.”

The last time Jaskier had seen these school friends was the night she met Yennefer. Sidetracked indeed.

“But what are you gonna do?” Geralt was completely unable to grasp the concept of enjoyable party going.

“You sure you don’t want to come with me, handsome? I know you said no when I asked, but I mean, I’m planning on sitting around watching fun people get drunk and eating a lot. You wouldn’t even have to get changed, G.”

Geralt was wearing jeans and a dark blue button-down shirt.

He smiled. “No, thanks, I’ll pass.”

“Want me to bring you back something to eat? The woman who’s hosting – she is an amazing cook.”

Geralt shrugged. He was planning on spending New Year’s Eve watching something on Netflix, maybe ordering a pizza.

Geralt watched while Jaskier finished doing her makeup (she did something that really brought out her eyes, made her look even more ‘Larkin’ than normal, but he wasn’t sure what it was. Reader: it was eyeshadow. She did a smokey eye.) and then when she braided her hair in a side fishtail braid, which she brought over her shoulder.

“Acceptable?” she asked, turning to face him, once she was finished.

“Lark, you always look great, no matter what,” Geralt said softly. He reached down to brush a stray lock of hair out of her face, and noticed she was blushing.

Jaskier left the bathroom to go get dressed in her room, which took her a much shorter time than Geralt was expecting. When she came out, Geralt was stunned.

“Larkin, I thought you said this wasn’t fancy,” He was referring to the bright red jumpsuit she had on, that had wide leg pants on the bottom, but the top was see through mesh with ruffles. He was certain she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“This?” she asked laughing. “I picked this up at a thrift store couple years ago. It’s super comfortable. It’s like wearing pajamas. BONUS, I can eat whatever I want in it and not worry about not being able to breathe.”

If only all her pjs were see through, thought Geralt, not for the first time.

Once they were both downstairs, she put on a pair of black ridiculously high heeled shoes that still had Jaskier a few inches shorter than him. She pulled her winter coat out from the coat closet, and threw it on.

“Cell phone charged?”

“Yup.”

“You have your wallet, and keys?”

“Yup.”

“You set on gas?”

“Yes, Geralt,” Larkin replied, smiling. Geralt ran through this checklist whenever she was leaving the house without him, especially at night.

He worried, you see.

“Text me when you get there.”

“Will do, boss.”

He shot her a look. “I’m not your boss, Larkin.” His eye roll was audible.

“Of course, Geralt.” She winked at him. “Happy New Year, if I don’t see you before midnight,” she stood up on tiptoes to kiss his cheek, hugging him hard.

“Happy New Year, Jas,” he said into her hair. “Please be careful.”

“I will!” she replied brightly, as she walked out the front door, shutting it behind her.

Geralt wasn’t too proud to admit he was bummed they weren’t spending New Years Eve together, but he just didn’t have another party in him.

*****

After he hadn’t heard from Jaskier in about an hour, Geralt started to worry. He knew for a fact it did not take an hour to get across town.

It wasn’t like her not to text.

[White Wolf 7:30 PM]: Having a good time? You in a food coma?

[Little Lark 7:40 PM]: 🙄🙄 I haven’t even got that far, yet – I got a flat tire. I’m waiting on roadside assistance to come change it.

Geralt pinched the bridge of his nose. Although he was VERY GRATEFUL Jaskier had agreed he could add her to his AAA plan –

She could have just asked him to come change it.

[White Wolf 7:41 PM]: Where are you? I can be there sooner than AAA.

[Little Lark 7:42 PM]: Geralt, you wanted to relax tonight. So relax.

[White Wolf 7:43 PM]: I’ll relax better knowing you’re safe, Lark.

[Little Lark 7:44 PM]: Fine. I’m over by the old warehouse district, Forrest Ave, cross street West Oak. In front of Stewart Middle. You really don’t have to.

[White Wolf 7:44 PM]: See you in about 20 minutes, Larkin.

Geralt was there in 18 minutes. Roadside assistance still hadn’t gotten to her. (NYE is a rough night for emergency crews – it’s not called “Amateur Night” for nothing.) When he pulled up behind her in his truck, it looked like she was deep in thought. He had to knock his knuckles on the window to get her attention. It looked like she was writing. Her head snapped up at the sound, and she quickly shut the notebook she’d been writing in. She rolled (ROLLED. With a hand crank) the window down and smiled up at him.

“Going my way, handsome?”

Hey grinned down at her, leaning on the doorframe. “Well, you’re not going anywhere, at all, Jas,”

“’Tis but a minor detail,”

“Go wait in the truck, weirdo, you’ll be warmer. This shouldn’t take long.”

And it didn’t. Larkin watched Geralt pull out her spare tire, roll up his shirtsleeves, and like magic the flat tire was off, and the spare tire was on. Geralt walked back over to the passenger side of his truck, and opened the passenger side door.

“Should be good to go, now. I’d be careful not to go too far, though, don’t want to put too much stress on that spare.”

“Could I get home ok?”

“Home? Yeah, no problem. What about your party?”

“Meh. I don’t want to undo all of your hard work, here; you were so kind to put your relaxing evening on hold for me.”

Jaskier didn’t realize, but Geralt was willing to put a lot on hold for his Lark, much more than just an evening’s relaxation.

“Follow me back so I can keep an eye on you,”

If it had been anyone else, it would have sounded threatening. If it had been anyone else, they would have felt threatened.

But Jaskier wasn’t anyone else. She knew his sternness had a purpose. She knew what her Wolf sounded like when he was worried.

They made it home without any further issue; Jaskier had already sent her regrets to her other friends that she wasn’t going to make it. She wasn’t really disappointed. As soon as they walked in the door they both beelined upstairs to change into soft pants. Jaskier was ecstatic that Geralt liked the PJs she’d gotten him for Christmas; so much, in fact, she’d ordered him two more sets because he wore them so often. He changed into one of them now, a set of grey and blue plaid flannel pants and a soft grey henley. He beat her downstairs (she’d thrown on a pair of his old sweats and one of his old t-shirts) and was flopped on the couch looking at his phone when she came down.

“Looks familiar,” Geralt took one look at what she was wearing and rolled his eyes.

“To be fair, Geralt, when was the last time you a) wore these and b) fit into them?”

Jaskier had liberated these sweats from the farm, during one of her stays there.

“Oi! Watch it, Lark. I was about to buy you dinner!”

“Geralt! You of all people know I think you are the pinnacle of bodily perfection. How old were you when these fit? Fifteen?”

“Twelve,” he said, feeling slightly placated.

“Could you fit into them now, if I were to say, take them off?”

Please, Geralt thought. Please do that.

“More than likely no, but…” he shrugged, innocently.

Jaskier grinned. “You know I will call your bluff, Geralt.”

He looked at her over the far arm of the sofa, standing, looking back at him. He knew she was right. He knew.

He lifted up his legs at the end of the couch, for her to slip under, so she did.

“Pepperoni and mushroom good for you?” he asked, as she pulled the blanket off the back of the couch to cover them both.

“Yup!”

While they waited, Geralt messed around some more on his phone while Jaskier found them something to watch on Netflix.

“I made an appointment to get you new tires when the place across the street opens after New Year’s.”

Geralt knew she was still on Winter break for a while, so she’d have time.

“Tires, plural? Geralt, I can afford A tire, but I don’t think-“

“My treat, Lark.”

“Geralt. Tires are expensive. This is unnecessary.”

What Larkin didn’t know was Geralt hadn’t been spending what she’d been paying in rent. He’d been saving it. All of it. For what, he wasn’t exactly sure, but something important. Like medical expenses. Or, tires.

Or, an engagement ring.

That was a thought that had been floating around in his brain for a little while now.

Geralt knew he’d have to attempt the date conversation again, eventually, at some point, before the engagement ring could be purchased, or presented. Well, at least presented. He hadn’t gotten it yet, but he had been looking. He’d talked to Renfri before Christmas about the charm he’d wanted to have made for Jask, and they’d ended up at a local jewelers together (and wasn’t that an odd experience) and she’d mentioned, in passing, what kind of rings Jaskier was partial to. Because Renfri was helpful that way.

But that could wait. New tires were more of a priority right now.

“Not unnecessary. It’s fine.”

He noticed her lips were pursed and she was giving him major side-eye.

“Lark. Your tires were bald. It’s just a matter of time before you get another flat. Think of this as you helping me keep my blood pressure low.”

The side eye continued, but she un-pursed her lips.

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely. Happy New Year, Lark. Here’s to a year of safe driving,”

“Thank you, Geralt, this is- I mean, you are-“ Jaskier stammered, at a loss for words.

“Larkin. Say ‘Thank you, Geralt’.”

“Thank you, Geralt.”

“You’re welcome, Little Lark. Your safety and wellbeing are important to me.”

“Thank you, Geralt. Happy New Year.”

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